F&MU | Sons of Anarchy | One Shot
AU in the “It Was Good Until It Wasn’t” Universe
Author Note - As stated, this is going to be an AU of the future story that is titled “Consumed”. I just wanted to post something new for your guys while I try to get my life together in making content for you. I decided while I fix up AINE and work on polishing the outline/universe for this story to post some one-shots that were going to be a story in itself but I couldn’t really get a cohesive plot for what I wanted to tell. Instead of scrapping it altogether, I decided to share the ideas as one-shots. I don’t have a set number for these. For reference since this universe was inspired by Kehlani’s album of the same name, there may be a corresponding one-shot for each song. Maybe, but I don’t have anything set. Once they do become more substantial, I will add them to fanfic, Wattpad, and AO3 into one solid book So for now, think of them as Tumblr exclusives. Also I’m iffy on writing smut...so I hope its good.
Song Inspo: (X)
Rating: M
Mya finds herself annoyed with herself. Is it surprising that she found herself in this situation considering the last couple of years, not really? She knows that she should have better control over herself and her emotions. At 26 years old, she is too old to be dealing with this bullshit. She had to come to terms that the man she decided to be with was a slut puppy. His past entanglements would always have her practically running into someone who had sucked his dick.
It was annoying and she could usually deal with it. However, emotions were strung high considering that for the past two weeks she had been ignoring her boyfriend for a reason she couldn’t remember. The sex was good as somehow it kept her coming back for two years, but it didn’t erase he could be a major jackass. A jackass that seemed to have a somewhat toxic hold on her.
Mya wraps her arms around herself to fight the slight chill of the night. Her friends, Camilla and Natalie, had already left with their boyfriends picking them up. She had been the one left at the station house and wanting to ignore the looks thrown her way from deputies she decided to sit on the bench outside.
It was then she heard the growl of a very familiar bike pulling into the lot. She watches as he parked his bike and pulls off his helmet and rests it on his handlebars. She tries not to look like a scared toddler as he does throw her a slightly annoyed look. She doesn’t hide the eye roll as she stands up from the bench. She knows when she gets home she will get a verbal lashing like he is her damn father.
She presumes Unser heard his bike as the old Sheriff comes out the door to greet Jax. As much as she appreciates Unser not throwing her in the cage and having this case turn into a full assault, she is annoyed that he had called Jax. She was hoping this could just be a blip on her radar. Jax didn’t need to know. Yet, the club had a stronghold on the town and the police force. She is sure when she wipes her ass that someone tells Jax.
“What happened?”
He doesn’t bother addressing her. He asks Unser directly. She bristles and a hard glare framed by his riding glasses is thrown her way. She gives a sweet smile and turns to Unser. “Thank you for tonight, Unser.”
“No problem, sweetheart.” The elderly cop replies.
Unser wishes this wasn’t a familiar sight of bailing out Jax’s old ladies. He liked Tara. She was a sweet girl and had a good head on her shoulders except when it came to Jax. Although half the time, he had been picking up both Jax and Tara for simple things for indecent exposure or their jealous streaks getting the best of them. This however was the first time he had picked up Mya. It was clear the only reason the cops were called was Mya was quite frankly beating the shit out of Ima Tite.
Other than that, his interactions with Mya were at Gemma’s family dinners or events around town and she was always nice and sweet. It just seemed Jax brought out violent streaks in women.
Mya brushes past Jax and makes her way to his bike. She frowns as she looks down at her mini black dress. It was so not appropriate to wear on the back of his bike. She sighs as she did not expect her night to end like this. She just wanted a night out with friends. Have fun and relax and maybe get some liquid courage to mend things with Jax. She isn’t too sure why they were fighting to begin with. She could admit she was horny as well since her pussy was put away for this idiot.
She hears Jax mutter Jesus Christ a couple of times before thanking the Sheriff before she hears him walking down the steps back towards his bike. She folds her arms across her chest and she meets his eyes briefly as he does a once over. She watches as his jaw tightens at her little more risque outfit. It doesn’t help with her arms folded her breasts are nearly spilling out of the top. She knows as much as Jax loves her little risque outfits, he doesn’t like them when she isn’t wearing them for his benefit. He hates when she shows in his opinion too much skin when he isn’t around.
She also knows she isn’t going to be the first one to break the silence. She expects him to immediately get back on his bike. Instead, he takes off his kutte and then slides off his hoodie, and passes it to her. She takes it with no complaint as she slides it over her body. It goes almost to her knees which is more than her dress could do. He passes his helmet over to her, which she eyes in disgust as her hair is styled perfectly in a slick bun. She would need to take it out to fit his helmet on.
“Don’t,” Jax warns her.
Mya does as she is told. She places the helmet on the seat and takes out her bun. She fluffs out her hair before she straps the helmet on.
Jax seems satisfied as he puts his kutte back on and straddles his bike. Mya gets on behind him and it's an instinct that she wraps her arms around him tightly as he turns his bike on. She rests her head against his back as he pulls out and drives back to her place.
She hates that she has grown to love Jackson Teller. They are both fully aware he is not a man that is easy to love. It’s been nearly two years of them messing around with each other. Maybe toxic was a pretty strong word to throw around because they weren’t awful.
She knows in the beginning their issues stemmed from not knowing what they were doing with each other. They both grew up in different worlds. Mya had not imagined she would get herself involved with a white man, who was involved in an outlaw motorcycle club. It wasn’t as if she was unfamiliar with the gang lifestyle. She grew up on the streets of Oakland. She lost both of her parents from the ripple effects of gangland violence. However, her grandmother had gotten her out and her childhood was far less traumatic.
So with Jax, she had no interest in starting something serious with Jax. She was fine with making an appearance in his bed. She had just been surprised that having sex with Jax came with strings for her like dealing with his constant meddling mother.
He has more than enough women wanting him. Jax is aware she can pull any man if she wants. She had learned rather quickly that if she was messing with him that it meant that her pussy was his alone. That right there had been their first big argument when he had caught her on an actual date with another man. She had quickly put him in his place as she informed him fully that he had no claim on her because they got messy in between the sheets a few times. She wasn’t going to be waiting around on him to decide he wanted to go public. She informed him quite boldly that he wasn’t going to think he could have his croweaters at the clubhouse at his beck and call but she was expected to keep her pussy on lock for him. She disabuses him of that notion rather quickly.
However, the sex after that may have started an unhealthy pattern of her maybe instigating little tiffs because an angry Jax gave her mind-numbing orgasms.
Besides, it wasn’t as if their first meeting had gone down very well. She could say she despised him and all his brothers for the very nice first impression that they left.
She had moved to Charming temporarily in the beginning as her grandmother needed hip surgery and Charming had the best surgeon qualified with a rehab center in Modesto. Mya had no problem uprooting her life out of Oakland to be with her grandmother.
The only downside was the fact she was a budding tattoo artist. The shop where she worked was only giving her grunt work and cover-ups. She had to cater to the egos of the men she was surrounded with. She had been told they wouldn’t hold her spot. There was no love lost there as she had extra income anyway by having her online shop where she sold prints of original artwork. Despite Charming being small and not all that diverse she had liked the place. She liked it enough that she felt comfortable and confident enough to meet with Jacob Hale about potential properties. With her grandmother’s urging, she had paid for a lease for a business front with an apartment attached. There was only one other tattoo shop located in Charming so she didn’t have much competition. It was hard leaving her grandmother, but she had been excited about this new chapter in her life.
SweetSexySavage is her baby.
When she had been looking at places, Jacob had made a few offhand remarks about the club. She honestly didn’t pay too much attention. She was vaguely aware of a motorcycle club calling Charming its home. Besides, she was born and raised in Oakland. She was familiar with the gangs that ran the streets. She didn’t think she would find herself entangled with a motorcycle club.
It had only been a week since making a more public display of ownership of her shop. She had moved into the apartment a week prior and was settled in. She had been slowly working on getting the inside of her shop set up when she heard the growl of motorcycles.
She didn’t think much of it until the door she thankfully had locked held back the man knocking on her windows.
It was then she met Jax Teller. He had acted as the self-proclaimed welcoming committee as he eyed her work in progress and her body, even more, that was displayed with short cotton shorts and a white wife beater that showed her extensive display of tattoos.
She barely listened to his speech about offering protection that she politely declined. She didn’t care if he took it as an insult. She didn’t bother either introducing herself to the men that were outside her shop either next to their bikes. She had promptly shown Jax the door, but not before handing him some temporary business cards that detailed the future opening. If there was one thing, she could tell the man hated to be dismissed.
Luckily, she didn’t receive any more drops bys although she swore she heard bikes passing through. The next unexpected visit had been when she was making visits to local businesses to give flyers for her opening when she had driven onto a lot of Teller - Morrow.
The lot had been busy with mechanics. The sound of power tools filling the air. She had already been aware that the club was located on the lot. She had been prepared to encounter Jax Teller again. However, she thought she should have been prepared to meet Gemma Teller.
Mya has a lot of ink. She doesn’t even know how many pieces of art she has now. She consistently adds pieces. When she moved to Charming. Her right arm was done with a colorful sleeve with her lower half being roses and the upper half being peacock feather. She had her wave tattoo on the left side of her neck and the right “perdida y encontrada”. Her left shoulder only had the colorful sunflower and on her forearm, she had a portrait of her grandmother. Her left hand had a lotus flower that extended into a traditional Maori tattoo she had gotten in New Zealand.
Back then all very tame compared to her left arm is a full sleeve, the hands, small face tats, and few leg pieces she has now.
Usually, she would wear something more conservative. Charming was hit with a heatwave, so she had conceded to wearing a mango orange tank with some jean shorts with some white forces. A simple outfit and considering she was showing a lot of skin as a first impression, she let her curly hair down.
She didn’t know what to expect as she walked into the office of Teller-Morrow. The equipment was severely outdated at the first glance. She rolled her eyes internally at the tacky display of busty models on the wall next to business cards. The office was small though it only had a loveseat with a couple of extra folded chairs. There was a window where you could see into the garage. There was one desk where Gemma Teller-Morrow was seated.
Gemma had greeted her cordially although she could feel the judgment at her tattoos. However, while Gemma was doing her appraisal, Mya was impressed that the woman could pull off a lace shirt clearing displaying her black bra containing an impressive rack. She didn’t know how she was wearing jeans, but the office had AC.
Gemma had graciously accepted the flyers with a promise to hang them up and spread the word around. She did make an offhand comment that the boys were always looking for ink. Gemma had been also trying to pry her for more info. She could tell Gemma was trying to dig for background. She could also tell the woman was trying to give her warnings on how close-knit the town was and not everyone was built for Charming.
Mya was about to leave when Jax had popped his head through the door asking Gemma, who she learned then was his mother if she had any request for lunch. Jax's had immediately honed in on her and he had walked fully into the office. He didn’t seem to care his mother was in the room while he practically undressed her.
She didn’t know if Gemma knew about their previous meeting, but she watched as Gemma leaned back in her chair and Jax had all but forced her to have lunch with him. Mya couldn’t hide her irritation at his demand. Yet, she wasn’t stupid at her shop they were on her turf. The garage was his play area and she knew better than to cause a scene. Although, she could have thrown a tantrum when he insisted she had to ride with him on his bike. She ignored his smug look as she snatched his helmet from him.
Besides if anything she was getting a free meal and she may not care for Jax. He did have sway. Lunch wasn’t awful, thankfully. She did notice the looks thrown her way and of course the waitress flirting with him. She gave him the illusion he held the power for now. Answered his questions simply and she could tell it pissed him off. She teased him, even more, when she ordered a nice ice cream and she had no problem showing off her tongue piercing as she licked the vanilla cone.
Lunch was quick and he had driven her back to the lot with a promise to see her around. She rolled her eyes but thanked him for the meal as she skipped to her car.
She didn’t see him around until her shop opened. She was offering small flash pieces since she was the only artist at the time. The only other person in the shop was a teenager named Amelia, who was going to work at the front desk. The turnout had been more than she expected. She had been nervous and scared, but the small town of Charming had come through for her. It was near the end of the opening when she heard the bikes. The whole club had come to see the new business in their shop. Gemma had come in with who she introduced as her husband, Clay, who was the club’s president. She then met Tig, Happy, Bobby, Opie, and Juice.
However, the member she connected with the most was Happy, a visiting member she learned. As a fellow tattoo artist, the two had clicked and she even gave him a lotus tattoo on each of his wrists. From then the two had hit it off and he had been coming to her for his tattoos or touch-ups. She even let him have his spot as a guest artist if he stayed in town long enough.
However, being friends with Happy, meant dealing with Jax more often than not. She thinks the only reason she had come to tolerate Jax was because of Happy. Jax would stop through her shop when Happy was around. It was the only reason that when Jax had asked her to stop by for a party at the clubhouse she went was because it was Happy’s birthday.
She hates to admit at Happy’s party that somehow she spent most of her evening entertained by Jax. Just not enough to let him in her pants though. She withheld a couple more parties and the only reason was that she hated to admit but witnessing Jax fight in their makeshift ring had turned her on. Mya is well aware that she had issues.
She thinks it's crazy that it’s been almost two years since then.
Jax pulls into his designated spot for his bike. He lets her get off and Mya steadies herself on her heels before she walks the small pathway that leads to her apartment instead of going through the shop.
Jax is silent behind her as she unlocks the door. Immediately as she gets through her front door, she works to remove her heels. She is surprised when Jax kneels to help her unlatch the buckle at her ankle.
She sighs as her feet touch the plush carpet of the stairs. With her heels in her hands, she works her way up the stairs. Jax locks the first door behind her and follows her up the stairs.
As she opens the door to her place, they both are instantly greeted by her black cat, Buttercup. Buttercup slides around her ankles, but the traitorous cat purrs longingly as they rub up against Jax.
Mya clicks her tongue against the roof of her mouth as she makes her way to her bedroom.
Her apartment was a three-bedroom apartment. The front entry leads into her living room and dining room. In the corner of the dining room were french doors that lead to a small balcony. Off to the side of the dining room was the kitchen. Next to the kitchen lead to a bedroom she used as her art studio. The other half of the apartment was the bathroom that connected to the second bedroom she kept as a guest room mostly for her grandmother.
Her master bedroom was at the opposite end of the place that had her bathroom and small balcony. Her room was coral. Her queen-sized bed was in the middle of the room with a boho tribal wool rug underneath. On each side of the bed were large elephant ears in terra cotta pots. There was a curricular mirror with gold trim on the wall in the center above her bed.
She had various artworks displayed on the wall by herself and her artists in the shop. Mya places her shoes next to her dresser and then removes her larger circular silver hoops. She runs her fingers through her hair to break the cast of her gel.
Mya sighs as she easily tosses aside Jax’s hoodie. She unzips the side of her dress and wiggles out of it just to reveal she only had a pair of navy blue lace thongs underneath. She crawls onto her bed on all fours before she turns and rests on her elbow to look at Jax. She smiles internally as his eyes focus on her breasts, but she rolls her eyes as he has a pissy look on his face as he stands by the end of her bed.
“You’re not going to be pissy all night are you?” She asks him.
“Don’t hear from you in two weeks and then I get a call from Unser about you almost being charged with assault.”
“It’s not my fault your whores don’t know their place,” Mya mutters before she crawls to the end of the bed and stands before him on her knees. Her arms wrap around his neck. She doesn’t want to entertain the conversation further. If she thinks too hard she would get mad as to why he would even be mad at her when Ima was the one that instigated it.
She gives him a sultry smile, “I missed you.”
Jax raises an eyebrow but doesn’t budge, “Yeah.”
Mya nods her head as she has her hands travel down from his neck to the buckle of his belt. She places a kiss on his neck before she motions for him to move back. She places herself between him and the bed as she kneels before him. Mya works his belt and jeans off with no resistance.
She smiles at him, his pupil’s blown, as she takes him out of his boxers. She presses a kiss to his tip as her hands wrap around him. She licks him from base to tip. She knows Jax is being difficult as he keeps his hands at his sides. She licks another long stripe before she takes him fully in her mouth. She swallows him whole and she is rewarded with a small groan. She exhales through her nose and steadies herself before she pulls off his length fully.
She holds him steady with one hand at his base. She begins a bobbing motion up and down his length. When her hands reach for his scrotum, Jax’s self-control seems to break. Hands fist in her black hair as he guides her head and begins moving his hips. Her jaw goes slack as he finds his rhythm and fucks her mouth.
Mya parts her thighs, ignoring the burn from the carpet, as she begins touching herself. It wasn’t even until she started messing around with Jax that she realized that she does like a little rough sex. She toys with her clit and that is when Jax releases a loud moan. She finds herself yanked off his length. He pulls her up and she gets a glimpse of his blown pupils the blue in his eyes only a rim before he presses a bruising kiss to her lips as she jumps when he rips her thin panties.
“Get on the bed,” he orders.
She follows his command as he kicks off jeans and a boxer and rips off his shirt. She lays back on the pillow as she watches his muscles flex with his movement. She thinks she is a weak bitch when it comes to this man. Jax crawls up on the bed and meets her lips. His tongue invades her mouth. She sighs in his mouth as he meets her clit. She is taken back when he flips them so he is on his back. Mya straddles his lap. He helps lift her enough as she guides him inside her. A cry leaves her throat as he fills her up.
The stretch of him is something she has to get used to.
Plus it’s been close to two weeks since she let him in her bed.
She flattens her hands against his chest as she begins to find her rhythm.
Jax lays back against the pillows as he relaxes and enjoys her bouncing on his cock.
“Christ,” he mutters as she slams down him one hard thrust. She revels in the delirious moan that he releases. She can tell he is fighting to not roll his eyes in the back of his head. His grip on her sides is hard enough that she knows that she is going to have some bruises. His eyes flutter shut.
She slows to a grind that makes her shiver as it has him hitting her clit.
“You still with me?” She teases.
His eyes snap open. He tugs her down as he places a possessive kiss on her lips before he travels down her neck and across her chest. The sting of the cool air informs her that she will have a lot of lovebites. She continues grinding on him and the pressure on her clit has her so close when she closes her eyes and is taken by surprise when Jax pushes her off him.
She bounces on the mattress and any protest on her lips leaves as he pins her on her back and buries himself between her thighs.
Mya has no choice but to take what he gives her. He picks up his pace as he hammers into her g-spot. He sucks vibrant hickeys on her neck as Mya screams as he sends her into an orgasm.
Jax moans loud and long with her as he reaches his release. Mya sobs from the overstimulation as he fills her with his cum.
Jax crumbles on top of her as they catch their breath. Jax buries his face in her chest as her fingers scratch along the base of his hairline. They stay like this for a few moments as she feels him softening inside her. She whines when he fully pulls out leaving her empty.
He immediately scoops her up as he takes her to the bathroom to get cleaned up.
“What a prince,” she murmurs tiredly.
Jax snorts as he places her down. She shivers as her feet touch the cool tile floor. He hands her some baby wipes.
“You want my shirt?”
Mya nods her head as she sits on the toilet to pee. Jax walks back in with his shirt and places it on the countertop. Mya washes her hands while Jax cleans himself up. Mya thinks it's domestic as they both brush their teeth. Mya slides his t-shirt on as he grabs his boxers from the floor.
“I want to be the little spoon tonight,” Mya tells him as she slides under the covers.
“You miss me?” Jax goads as he settles behind her and wraps his arms around her.
Mya doesn’t bother answering him as she scrunches her nose. Jax isn’t having that as he places his chin between the space of her neck and shoulder and begins rubbing his beard against her. She squeals in surprise as she is ticklish.
“Jax!”
Jax laughs as he places a kiss on her cheek. “Love you.”
Mya huffs but smiles as she replies. “Love you too.”