#jaxtober

[secretlysamcro]

TW: Smut obviously | Fingering | May cause wet panties

This ones for us plus size girlies, the soft bellies, the thick thighs, the rolls, the stretch marks, all of it. This isn't a kink, it’s an appreciation.

"You done actin' like I don't wanna fuck you?" he says, his eyes dragging over every inch of me like I'm somethin' to eat.

I open my mouth to sass back, but he's already pushing me towards the bed. Grabbing handfuls of me like he can't go another second without touching me.

When I drop down on the bed, his lips are on my belly straight away, and not shy little kisses but big open mouthed, greedy ones. Licking at me, sucking and biting.

"Right here" he growls, licking just below my navel. "Drives me fuckin' crazy"

"Jax" My breath catches, as he goes lower.

"Nah" he mutters, shaking his head. He pulls back just long enough to yank my shorts down, leaving me in my panties and his tee that clings too tight to my body.

"You think I don't want this? I want you. I want a woman who fills my fuckin' hands darlin'"

He palms at my belly, groaning like its doing something to him. I flinch a little as he touches one of my rolls, moving my hand to try and cover myself. "Jax, you don't..."

"Stop doin' this y/n" he says, "Stop fuckin' hidin' from me"

He moves to sit with his back against the headboard, guiding me to sit in between his legs so my backs against his chest. I can feel how hard he is, his cock straining through his pants digging into my lower back. "I'm gonna make you feel so good" he leans in, lips ghosting over my neck.

"So fuckin' good you'll stop thinkin' about what you look like and start thinkin' about how deep I am inside you" He continues kissing and sucking at my neck, as he parts my thighs with his hands. Sliding them over and inside my panties. He starts slow, almost teasing but that doesn't last long. Soon his pace turns brutal, his fingers driving into me so deep my whole body shakes with it. One of his arms is locked tight around my chest, pulling me back against him in something that feels half like a chokehold but also a claim. My tits spill over his forearm, heavy and shaking with each thrust of his hand and he groans low in my ear like the sight of me coming apart in his hold is driving him wild.

“You gonna come for me like this?" he pants, his breath fanning hot against my cheek as my mouth falls open, a silent cry stuck there as I try to hold myself together whilst being torn apart. I nod my head, it's the only way I can respond.

"Look at you y/n, you don't even know what you do to me". His teeth scrape and nip across my shoulder as his other hand continues to plunge between my thighs, desperate to wring it out of me.

His tightened grip around me loosens then shifts lower, fingers sinking into the soft swell of my belly. "Fuck. I love all of this" he grits out, dragging me closer against him with a strength that makes me gasp "All this softness, all these curves. Fuck. Makes me fuckin’ insane" He makes me feel safe. Even with his hand locked around me and his fingers deep, there's no fear. I don't want to hide from him anymore, he makes me want to give him everything I have and the things he's saying don't sound like empty words for a quick fuck, they feel heavy and real like he means every single one of them and in this moment, I believe he does.

So I give in, my spine softening against his chest, and I'm not sitting so stiff anymore. I ease into the palm between my thighs, his grip adjusting me and following my movement. My hips begin to roll against his hand and a broken sound slips from my mouth as he groans from the change.

"That's it" he murmurs against my neck "That's what I want, feel me baby. Don't fight it. Let me take care of you, let me take care of all of you"

©️dividers by @cursed-carmine @omi-resources🫶🏽

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xoxo secretlysamcro

[menofletters-and-mayhem]

Day Three: Dacryphilia

Summary: Jax can be either sour or sweet. Today, he chose sour. \

Warnings: Just absolute filth. Some edging. Dirty talk. Fingering. pinv sex. 18+ only.

A/N: Sorry ya'll - I was a little late on this one today. But please enjoy. Likes and reblogs mean the absolute world to me. I have also decided I will make a masterlist for this, just not tonight.

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“I don’t understand how you can sit and watch this shit alone,” Jax said, walking into your bedroom after a run, where you lie comfortably in bed, watching a scary movie. 

“I like it!” You said, turning the volume on the TV up. 

“Yeah,” Jax scoffed, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Unitl you wake up in the middle of the night with nightmares, clinging on to me for dear life.” He turned around, smirking at you, and you gently kicked his back with your foot. 

“Don’t be mean to me!” you joked with him. 

“Hey,” he said, turning to crawl on to the bed on top of you. “I thought you liked it when I was mean to you.” 

And you did. You loved that Jax played both roles so well. He could be the sweetest, most amazing partner ever. But there were other times where he was ruthless, dominant, and downright disrespectful. You didn’t mind. In fact, sometimes it was just what you needed after a long hard day. A long hard day, like today. 

“I do,” you giggled. “Sometimes.” 

“Mhmmmm,” Jax said, breathy and sensual, snaking his way up your body before getting face to face with you. “And would tonight be one of those times?” 

You didn’t say anything, you just replied with a nod. 

“Yeah?” Jax said, reaching down and rubbing soft, gentle circles around you clit that was covered by your panties. “You sure, darlin’? Cause once I start…” he trailed off, burying his face in your neck. “...it’s gonna be a little difficult for me to stop.” 

You licked your lips and arched your neck, exposing the tender flesh for his kiss. “I’m sure.” And just like that, he applied a little bit more pressure to your swollen clit, his touch agonizing. Teasing. You moaned out, aching for more. 

“Shhhh,” Jax cooed in your ear. “I know, baby.” He kept his pace, wanting to torture you even more. “You can be a little patient with me.” He gently kissed your earlobe, making his way down your neck, and to your breast, bringing your erect nipple into his mouth. 

“Jax,” you cried out while he sucked on your swollen and sensitive nipple. “Please.” 

He moved your panties to the side, entering one long digit into your aching core. You felt your own wetness as he entered you, and you lifted your hips so he could go deeper. 

“You like that, sweetheart?” He asked, slowly working you with his fingers. “You must love it baby - you’re wet as fuck.” 

You let out a breathy and needy moan when he entered another digit inside of you, the noise sounded pathetic with need and desperation. 

“That’s a good girl,” he said. “This desperate little cunt is taking it so well.” 

You whined out in response, embarrassed at how easy it was for him to make you come undone. This took little to no effort for him, but you, on the other hand, were going insane. Suddenly, he could feel your pussy start to clench around his fingers, and he knew you were about to cum. 

“It’s that easy, huh?” He mocked. “Do you want to cum already, princess?” 

You responded with a nod and with his free hand he delivered a sharp and stinging smack to your slit. “Use your words, little one. I know you can do it.” 

“Can I cum?” You asked with a whimper, your eyes squeezing shut. And with no warning, he took his fingers out, leaving a trail of slick on your folds. 

“No,” he let out an evil chuckle. “Absolutley not.” 

You squeezed your eyes shut even more, a little tear sneaking out of the corner of your eye. 

“Awh,” Jax cooed, wiping the tear with his thumb. “Little baby gonna cry? You wanna cum that badly, huh?” 

“Yes,” you said sharply, finally opening your eyes to look at him. 

Without another word, he let his cock come free from the fly of his jeans, settling himself between your legs, bringing one of your ankles up to rest on his shoulder. He lined the head of his hard cock up with your dripping entrance before slamming into you as hard as he could, his hips slamming against your ass. 

“Look at the way that beautiful cunt swallows this dick, baby,” he said, moaning and grunting in between thrusts, his pace was painfully fast, and you swore you could feel him in your belly. 

“Fuck!” you shouted. “Baby.”

“I know, honey,” he said, still pounding into you. He was fucking you so hard, you couldn’t think, you couldn’t speak. You could barely breathe. “You can take it, I know you can.” He was straining to speak as well when he brought a hand up to squeeze the ankle that was resting on his shoulder. 

Even though you didn’t think it was possible, he managed to go deeper. Faster. Harder. And you were so consumed with pleasure and pain, all you could do was cry. You turned your face to hide in the pillow, embarrassed that he would catch you crying. 

“That’s it, honey,” he said, gripping your face and squeezing. “Cry for me.” 

And you did. You let it all out. On the brink of sobbing, you could feel the coil form once again in the pit of your belly, the ecstasy was overwhelming, causing another tear to fall down your cheek. 

“You about to cum, baby girl?” He said, straining, close to finding his own release. You nodded your head in response. 

“Go ahead,” he said. “Cum with me, princess.” 

The two of you came together, your convulsions around his cock causing him to spill his seed deep inside of you. 

“Holy fuck,” he said, plopping down on the bed next to you. 

The two of you lie in silence for a moment, and it took you some time to regain your composure. 

“You alright, darlin’?” He asked, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you in close, planting a loving kiss on the top of your head, trailing his fingers gently up and down your spine. 

“Yeah,” you said, burying your face in his neck, still feeling embarrassed that you cried. “I’m okay.” 

“Hey,” he said, leaning up slightly so he could look down at you. “Don’t you ever be embarrassed about anything around me, baby.” He said. 

“Okay,” you said, forcing a smile. 

“I mean it,” he said, before kissing you deeply, passionately. “You’re my girl. And that shit was fuckin’ hot.” 

[secretlysamcro]

🖤this shit bout to get freaky! - some of these may not be your thing, and that’s okay! Skip the ones you ain’t feeling.

Some of these technically do not fit into the ‘kink’ category, but I loves u lot, so imma do them all the same.

Please make sure to read trigger warnings on each individual post. | MDNI. Strictly 18+

Thank you to everyone who requested, especially you @etclouie cause I wouldn’t be doing this if it wasn’t for you, hehe love ya 🤭🖤

dividers by @cursed-carmine @omi-resources🫶🏽

starting from october 1st 2025.

♱ FIRST - mask kink.

♱ SECOND - praise kink.

♱ THIRD - dacryphilia. crying.

♱ FOURTH - size kink. short gal, tall jax

♱ FIFTH - primal play. IICYIFY vibe.

♱ SIXTH - knife play.

♱ SEVENTH - submissive jax.

♱ EIGHTH - plus size love.

♱ NINTH - spanking.

♱ TENTH - voyeurism. peeping jax

♱ ELEVENTH - hand/foot fetish.

♱ TWELTH - praise kink. jax likes to be praised.

♱ THIRTEENTH - daddy dom jax.

♱ FOURTEENTH - breeding kink.

♱ FIFTEENTH - a drunk fuck.

♱ SIXTEENTH - virginity.

♱ SEVENTEENTH - pegging.

♱EIGHTEENTH - double penetration. threesome with angel reyez.

♱NINETEENTH - gun play.

♱TWENTIETH - asphyxiophilia. choke me daddy.

♱TWENTY-FIRST - somnophilia sleepy gal

♱TWENTY-SECOND - oral fixation. throat fucking.

♱TWENTY-THIRD - a submissive threesome. with tig.

♱TWENTY-FOURTH -pandoras box of sex toys.

♱TWENTY-FIFTH - rope bunny. tie me up baby.

♱TWENTY-SIXTH - public fuck.

♱TWENTY-SEVENTH - phonophilia. let me hear dat voice bby.

♱TWENTY-EIGHTH - under his thumb. remote vibrator.

♱TWENTY-NINTH - cuckolding. partner watches you get fucked.

♱THIRTIETH - verbal domination. talk me through it.

♱THIRTY-FIRST - sensory deprivation.

xoxo secretlysamcro

[secretlysamcro]

TW: Smut obviously | unprotected sexy time | may cause wet panties. | Remember to practice safe sex people, take it from me pulling out is NOT a form of contraception 🤣🤭

[Breeding kink] : “A sexual fantasy or arousal centred around the idea or the act of impregnating. This can come from the possibility (real or imagined) of getting someone pregnant, or becoming pregnant. This can also be linked to, possession - “claiming” or “marking” someone. Primal instincts or submission/surrender.”

“Gonna put-” his muscles tighten mid sentence “fuck-” he drives into me relentlessly. “Gonna put a fuckin’ baby in you darlin’”

“Yeah?” I tease, hands moving from his chest and grazing over my body until they grab at my tits, rolling my hips deeper as I bite my bottom lip, feeling him stiffen even more.

He moves to my hips, guiding my movements, his hands melting into my skin. “Gonna cum so deep in this tight little hole” he reaches up, placing his larger hand over mine, still resting on my breasts.

“Spill all my seed inside” his thrusts become more erratic “Not gonna let a single drop slip out”.

A pitiful whine slips out of me "You said this last time" high and desperate. Jax stills, his thrusts halting like he's deciding whether to ruin me or make me beg for it.

His hand slides to the back of my head, fingers tangled deep in my hair before yanking me forward causing our foreheads to collide. “You doubtin’ me y/n?” I wince at the adjustment of his cock still pitted deep inside.

"Just saying" I mutter, my words hot against his face "why don’t you man up and fucking do it" I say it on purpose, baiting him because I want to piss him off. Want to see that darkness, and plus I wouldn’t mind being a mom.

I see the sudden shift in his eyes, and he doesn't say a word. Doesn't need to. In one rough motion, he grabs me, pulling out with a filthy pop, the sound alone enough to make my breath hitch. He forces me off of him before sliding the condom off and carelessly flicking it onto the bedside table.

I giggle, already knowing what's to come.

"This what you want, yeah?" he asks, like he's giving me one last out, even though we both know I'm not taking it.

"Isn't it what you want?" I shoot back, words rolling off my tongue sweet as honey, a dare laced in sugar. He stares at me, jaw flexing, eyes gone dark. Then that slow, dangerous grin cuts across his mouth.

Before I can even let out another breath, he's on me. Pushing my back into the mattress, all heat and muscle as his weight crashes down, his body taking over me, as mine swallows him whole.

Every ridge of his cock hits against the sweetest spots of my walls. My head thrashes against the cotton beneath me, the pillow cool against my overheated skin. I cant keep still. Fingers clutching at him, searching for something to hold on to as he drives into me like a fucking jack hammer.

“This what you fuckin’ wanted, huh?” His arms snake up, finding my neck like they have a thousand times before. His thumbs trace the lines of my throat before his grip tightens.

“Can’t wait to make you the mother of my kid” He uses my neck as an anchor to drive deeper.

“Jesus Christ y/n. You’re gonna look fuckin’ beautiful pregnant”

“Then fucking cum in me Jax” The words tear out of me, too full of everything to hold back. I can see it in him too. The tightness around his eyes, the way he winces in pleasure.

"Shit. I'm gonna-"

“Do it baby, cum for me” I fuck against his thrusts.

“Im gonna cu-”

“Cum Jax” I scratch down his ink.

“Im gonna cu-” The groan that leaves his mouth doesn't even sound human. Its rough, coming straight from his chest, the kind of sound that vibrates the air. It's full of need, tension and its fucking filthy.

He’s painting my walls with his cum and its the most euphoric feeling, I fall into my own release. He doesn’t move though, he stays put, his balls still pressed tightly against my ass making sure my pussy soaks up every last drop of him. His lips then find my skin, scattering kisses that melt into words. "So fuckin' beautiful" is the last thing he says before he finally leaves me missing his fullness.

“Don’t move” he says, grabbing me by the ankles and thrusting my legs in the air. He uses his index finger to push any run away cum back inside me, taking a second to smear some over my clit in small little circles, the sensitivity making my stomach dip in frantic little movements.

“What a fuckin’ sight” he mumbles to himself.

©️ dividers by the lovely | @omi-resources & @cursed-carmine

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[secretlysamcro]

TW: smut, obviously | ass eatin | pussy lickin | may cause wet panties.

"Jax...really?” I laugh, trying to sound stern but the giggles overtake me. We're both way past tipsy, the kind of drunk where the room begins to tilt, but it doesn't matter. Not in this moment.

He's on the floor at the foot of the bed, bare chested, hair messy and hanging in his face holding my panties above his head like a fucking trophy. He snaps at the fabric with his teeth, pretending to growl through a grin. I watch as he fists them in both hands, bringing them to his nose and inhaling deep.

"Fuck you...you smell so damn good y/n" he mutters with a lazy laugh, tilting to the side from the weight of the whiskey.

"Lemme have some, baby please" he wines, sounding like a spoiled child who knows he's gonna get his way.

"You cant even sit straight" I say, shaking my head even though a smile still pulls at my lips. "Don't need to-" he hiccups, the sound catching in his throat setting us both off in laughter again. He waves his hand, signalling for me to stop making him laugh.

"Don't need to sit straight...to fuck" he slurs, my panties now hanging between his teeth, muffling his words as he pushes up onto his knees. He sways, catching himself on my bare thighs. I hum in response, meeting his eyes and holding there a second too long. Fuck. He's beautiful. Even wrecked like this. Eyes half lidded, his smile all lopsided on his face. "Come on, Mommy…" he drawls, his charm still in tact. “Let me taste dat ass”

"Jax!" I laugh, swatting at his chest, but he catches my wrist before I manage to pull away. In one swift move, he hauls me against him, his arms wrapping around me in a tight bear hug. My back hits the mattress beneath us as his weight presses into me. He’s all warmth as the denim of his jeans drag against my thighs, and the sound of his low chuckle in my ear causes my pulse to jump, a sudden heat rushing straight to my core.

“Please…” he lifts my shirt, tits already on display as he plots little kisses in a zig zag down my body. Starting at the curve of my breast and finishing right above my clit. He places another one on the most sensitive part of me, his tongue darting out with each closed smooch.

His eyes then lift from me, directly to my pussy. “I’ll be with you in a minute sweetness” his head tilts with his words, ”but right now...I’m focusin’ on somethin’ else” he whistles before letting a lick of spit drip from the edge of his pointed tongue landing cold right in the groove of my ass dripping towards the small of my back.

I don't stop him, I melt into it. My eyes fixed on the ceiling above. The textured grooves blurring and swaying in my drunken haze, like they're putting on a little dance show, just for me. Everything moves a little slower. Then I feel his mouth on me.

It starts as a hum of breath against my skin, then his tongue lands low, a slow lick that lingers just long enough to make my stomach tighten. "Fuck, baby" he moans into my hole. It's not the first time he's done this, but something about the liquor always makes his touch linger and his mouth wander with much less restraint. I'm not complaining though cause it feels so fucking good. He grabs my legs, pushing them up and practically folding me in half, holding me in place. He drags his hands down slowly, his rough palms and calloused fingertips grazing along the backs of my thighs giving him more space to explore, and that's exactly what he does.

Jax eats ass just like how he eats pussy - by putting his fucking all into it. His tongue flicks against every ripple, before he teases me even more, poking the tip of his tongue inside of me.

I squirm under him, trying to breathe through the pressure of him holding me in this position. Then his hand moves, and I catch a flash of his glistening thumb. It's slick and warm when he pushes it against my asshole, my body jerking on instinct. A sound escapes me and I couldn't even tell you how it sounded. Maybe a curse, a moan I don't even fucking know at this point. Everything pulses, as I begin to twitch under his thumb as his touch deepens.

“Shit... Jax” I whine, raising my hips upwards forcing his thumb into me even more. I look up at him, and that shimmer in his eye. God, that filthy little spark in his gaze hits me right in the gut. He's watching his thumb slide in and out of my ass like its his favourite fucking show, like there's nothing else in the world worth looking at. Every tiny sound I make, every convulse of my body he soaks it up with that wicked grin, his thumb still moving, still wrecking me in the slowest, dirtiest way.

His mouth finds that delicate stretch of skin just in between, mouthing hot open kisses against it, a shiver rippling through me as they trail upwards. "Told you I’d be back" he murmurs with a drunken laugh, like he’s greeting an old friend. He licks me out sloppily, but in the best fucking way his thumb still driving into my asshole, twisting and curling it trying his best to drag a reaction out of me. Everythings slow and messy, more laughter than moans, more hiccups than gasps. His touch rough in some places, tender in others like he can’t decide if he wants to worship or ruin me.

I wiggle my thumb at him teasingly, "Your turn" I laugh breathlessly and a little slurred, wiping the tears from the corners of my eyes, still overcoming the orgasm that had just hit hard.

"Oh shut the...fuck up" he laughs his voice rough but still amused. He pushes me back onto the bed, collapsing on top of me with a heaviness that I fucking love. "Face down, ass up baby"

©️dividers by @cursed-carmine @omi-resources🫶🏽

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xoxo secretlysamcro

[secretlysamcro]

TW: smut obviously | sex toys! | masturbating reader | squirt! | may cause wet panties.

I sway into my room, towel clinging to my skin from the shower I’ve just had. Jax is perched on the edge of my bed like he owns it, as usual. And in his lap…

Oh fuck no.

“Thought maybe your phone fell behind the bed” he drawls, shaking the box. “Then I found this little guy buzzin’ around like a fuckin’ rattlesnake” he holds up one of my bullets. Purple and ridged, pinched between his fingers like he’s holding up evidence. My stomach flips, heat prickling at the back of my neck.

“This what you been usin’ when I’m not around?” He moves it in his hand, like he’s inspecting it.

“I just-” I laugh awkwardly, not finishing the sentence. I don’t know why the fuck I feel so embarrassed, the guys literally spent the last month balls deep in me.

He clocks the embarrassment instantly. “Don’t be ashamed baby” his hand reaches out, pulling me down next to him. “It’s fuckin hot”

I sit beside him, clutching the towel to my body. Beads of water slide down my skin from my damp hair, Jax’s eyes tracing every drop.

“You feel like showin’ me how they work?” He asks, one brow cocked and a slight grin spreading across his face. That grin? Kills any embarrassment left in me. Now, I’m just fucking turned on.

“Take your pick” I purr, biting my bottom lip, sliding my hand up to cover his eyes, forcing a lucky dip.

“Oh that’s naughty” he chuckles, digging his hand into the box like it’s a fucking treasure chest. His rough fingers move over my rose, skim past another bullet and then they stop.

On the wand.

I pull my hand away from his eyes, another feral smile when he sees what he’s picked.

“Oh fuck…this one looks lethal”

“That’s why it’s my favourite” I tease, rising from the bed. I move over towards the headboard, letting the towel fall from my body and spread it out over the sheets.

Jax stands too, hands on hips. “Is the towel compulsory?”

I say nothing, just glance back at him with a knowing look before walking over to my dressing table, fully aware of his eyes stuck on my body. I drag the stool over to the foot of the bed, motioning for him to sit.

“Oh boy” he laughs darkly, taking his seat. He plants both feet firmly on the ground, elbows to his knees like he needs all the concentration in the world. I position myself directly in front of him, back against the headboard, thighs spread apart as far as I can. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little nervous, but the way his eyes burn into my skin, and he keeps licking his lips at the sight of my pussy spread bare for him, fuck I think he’s gonna love this.

I wrap my fingers around the wand with my left hand, while my right drifts up to my mouth. I slide two fingers past my lips, coating them slow. I take the same fingers, trailing down the line of my throat, grazing my collarbone, then dip lower. Skimming the curve of my breast, circling my nipple before giving it a gentle pinch.

I watch Jax watching me, his eyes dark as sin, following as my fingers continue their path, gliding over the soft slope of my stomach and landing down to the heat pooling between my legs. I rub at my clit with a slow purposeful touch. My toes curl into the linen beneath me, every nerve on fire as my hips begin to chase the rhythm of my own hand. Grinding and rolling as a low moan spills out from me.

When I glance up, Jax is still as stone. His eyes locked on me, his jaw hard and clenched as he palms himself through his jeans like he’s testing his own restraint. The tension seeping from him is fucking wild and it’s making me even wetter.

I shift my focus, lifting the wand and clicking it once, then twice. My favourite speed. The deep hum fills the air, the vibration sending a jolt through me before I even touch it to my skin.

“Go on baby” he taunts, scooting just a little closer.

I press it against my clit, and my body reacts fucking instantly, arching upwards, my breath catching in my throat. My legs are trembling as I try to ignore that overwhelming feeling, I can’t give in to it yet, I just need to go a little longer. I can feel it rising, so fucking fast if I just focus on something else I-

Fuck.

The final wave crashes down sooner than I expected. My stomach clenching, hips bucking as I completely lose control. And I don’t just cum, I fucking squirt. Exactly what I was aiming for. The towel beneath me darkens instantly, soaking through.

His eyes go wide. “The fuck…” he mutters, absolutely stunned. Sitting forward, blinking a few times like he isn’t sure if he saw right. He glances down at his jeans, dark speckled flecks dotting the denim against his legs.

“You…you didn’t tell me you could do that” he says, like he’s still trying to understand what the fuck just happened.

I manage a breathless laugh, still blinking up at the ceiling, my legs still shaking. “You never asked”

He stares at me for a second, then I see the curiosity and desire shift behind his eyes. He crawls up the bed, not caring that he’s moving through what I’ve just left behind, like he’d happily drown in it if it was an option.

“Teach me”

©️dividers by @cursed-carmine @omi-resources🫶🏽

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[secretlysamcro]

TW: Smut, obviously | May cause wet panties. [Praise kink]: "A sexual kink where someone gets turned on by being affirmed, complimented or verbally adored during acts of intimacy"

"That's it baby" Jax purrs in my ear from behind, his voice rough as ever. Both my hands are pinned behind my back, his big hands keeping me in place. "You take me so fuckin' good. My perfect girl"

I cant even answer, I'm completely fucked out, every thrust knocking the air from my lungs. He's been pissed off all night, club shit obviously. And now he's using me to burn it off. I'm not mad though, I love when he's like this. All angry and wound up but still praising me, telling me exactly how good I am for him.

"Yeah...that's it" he growls, his hips snapping deep enough to force a cry out. "Takin' all of me. Fuck, you're perfect like this" his grip tightens around my waist. "My good girl...letting me take all my shit out on you"

My whole body begins to shudder as he finally slows, pulling out and positioning me till I'm on my knees in front of him. His hand catches my chin, tilting my head up until we're locking eyes.

"You gonna take me in that pretty mouth of yours?" he asks, thumb stroking my jaw.

"Mmmhmm" I breathe, licking my lips awaiting him.

"Atta girl" he hums, sliding his thick and slick cock across my bottom lip before pushing into my mouth.

"Look at you y/n" he groans, hand fisting my hair gently. "So fuckin' pretty like this".

I hum around him, giving him everything, swallowing him whole as he holds my head still to fuck my mouth. He continues to tell me how sweet I am, how good I make him feel and how no one else could ever do it like me.

After he finally cums all over my swollen lips, he pulls me up into his lap, kissing himself off of me. "That's why you're my good girl..." he whispers against my mouth "...thank you baby".

©️MDNI & bow divider by @cursed-carmine🫶🏽 | ‘Good girl’ divider by moi.

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xoxo secretlysamcro

[secretlysamcro]

TW: Smut, obviously. | ALL CONESNSUAL | unprotected sexy time | JAX’S POV | may cause wet panties | may not be your thing, so please feel free to skip!

[Somnophilia] : "A sexual kink in which one experiences sexual arousal in response to a sleeping person. This can be, touching, watching or engaging in sexual acts. Within kink terms, this is ALWAYS acted upon with CLEAR PRIOR CONSENT. Everyone involved is fully INFORMED AND CONSENTING.

I’ve fuckin’ had enough. Club’s on my back, Tara’s in my ear, and even my boys. Fuck, as much as I love em, the constant shoutin’ and whinin’s beginnin’ to piss me off too. Everyone just wants somethin’ from me. Feels like I’m bein’ pulled in ten different directions and none of em are where I wanna be.

Ridin’ clears my head, always fuckin’ has. My Dyna’s glidin’ me home. Met with Marks earlier, had to make some shit clear. Yeah he has leverage now, but shits temporary. Tables turn, they always fuckin’ do. The neon glow of that little diner catches my eye as I cruise past and it doesn’t take long for that ache to rise in my chest. Fuck, I miss her. Been a few days since I last saw y/n. Too long. This thing between us, shits gettin’ real, it’s fuckin’ dangerous. I just gotta figure out how to do right by her, and not blow up everythin’ on the way there.

With her face spinnin’ in my mind, it doesn’t take much for me to make a quick decision, I peel off from my brothers, shoot em a signal, they’ll probably wonder where the fuck I’m goin’ but really, its none of their fuckin’ business.

She gave me a key last week. Only used it once though, ran into her best friend standin’ in the kitchen like she knew she’d catch me there. Didn’t matter though, still had y/n moanin' my name with her ass pressed against the sink as I ate her pussy like I’d never get the chance again.

I pull up slow outside her place, its dead quiet. I check the time, shit, its late. She’s probably sleepin’ all wrapped up in those soft, cozy ass blankets she loves. Nothin’ like the cold, stiff sheets I’m used to. I slide the key in softly and step inside, clickin’the door shut behind me. The place is dark, but it feels right, like comin’ home in a way that actually matters. If this was real, me and her for real, I’d be walkin’ in everyday like this. Knowin’ her she’d probably have a hot plate waitin for me, or maybe just her, laid out beggin’ to be fucked. Either way, thats what life could be like if things were different. If I was free. If she was mine for real.

I hang my kutte on the back of the door, then slide my shoes off, placin’ them in line with her smaller ones. I move through her apartment slow, every step kinda makin’ it harder to breathe, realisin’ what I’m always gonna miss out on. The air smells like her, always does. A little vanilla, a little smoke and that fuckin’ lotion she rubs in every night. I could bury my face in her and forget every fuckin’ problem I’ve ever had. Her bedroom doors cracked a little, so I ease it wider. Jesus Christ. She’s sprawled out, one leg kicked out of the blanket, skin bare and glistenin’ with that lotion I mentioned earlier. Her lips are parted as she snores lightly a sound that brings a grin to my lips. I slip my clothes off one at a time, makin’ sure they’re neatly folded on top of her dresser. I stand there for a second just watchin’ her. So fuckin’ beautiful even in her sleep. Then her voice echoes in my head from the last time I snuck in here late ‘You don’t have to ask Jax, just take what you want’. My fingers twitch at my sides, as well as my cock. I know she won’t mind.

I ease into the bed beside her, the heat of her skin bleedin' into mine like she's been waitin' for me. And she probably has been. Sat here wonderin' where the fuck I've been. Truth is, I've been buried neck deep in club shit, Tara shit, my over bearin' Mom shit. Haven't even carved out a second to come see her. She hasn’t complained though, not to me anyway but that's just her bein' my good girl. She knows the rules. Knows if I don't text, she don't either. Keeps shit clean. She respects the risk...even if I know it kills her, and it fucking kills me too.

My hand finds her warm cheek, my thumb brushin' soft over her skin. Real fuckin' careful not to wake her. She stirs a little and rolls onto her stomach with a sleepy groan, slidin’ one hand under the pillow with her face buried deep in it. Her curls spill down her back like a mess of ink as I move the covers away from her body, inch by inch.

I salivate at the fuckin' sight. She's wearin' just a silk cami and those fuckin' panties. Not the kind meant to be sexy, but on her? Jesus Christ. I shift forward, slingin' one thigh over hers so I'm straddlin' posted on either side. My fingers trace a line down her back, slow and delicate before slidin' down to the waistband of her panties. I peel them down in one smooth motion, savourin' every fuckin' moment.

I press my lips to each of her hips, then trail down to the small of her back. I let myself take my sweet time. Scatterin' soft kisses over the curve of her ass, down to the backs of her thighs all the way to her ankles. Her skin brushes against the tip of my cock. I sit back on my knees breathin' heavy, runnin' my hand down till I get my dick out, greeted by an expected bead of precum. I work it into the tip, spreadin' the moisture about. I don’t bother gettin’ a condom, fuck I don’t even know if she has any, either way we don’t use em. Yeah probably a very fuckin’ bad decision especially after that scare we had that one time.

I scoot forward, settlin' between her thighs, palming her ass, grippin' softly at her skin. I spread her gently like she's somethin' to be worshipped cause she fuckin' is. She's laid out in front of me, all warmed and flushed. The prettiest fuckin' pussy. Mine to take and taste whenever. I reach for the spare pillow beside her, slidin' it under her stomach as I guide her body with a steady hand. She shifts again, with a soft sound but she arches just the way I want. Like her body knows what I need from it.

She's already wet, her body speakin' louder than any words could. I take my time, lettin' every second stretch as I line myself up, one hand spreadin' her open the other wrapped around my cock, guidin' me into her. I push in slow, not rushin' a damn thing. Letting her adjust to me, the way I know she needs. The second I'm buried deep, its like the rest of the world fades. Club drama, family bullshit. Every loud, messy part of my life, gone. Right now, its just me and y/n.

She moans sweetly into the pillow, her breath catchin' as I begin ruttin' into her. My hands are firm on her waist, allowin' me to deepen my strokes but also guidin' her body harder on to my throbbin’ cock. The sound of the shiftin' sheets fill the space between her soft whimpers and snores.

Fuck, I love this girl. I really do.

My eyes stay fixed on the back of her neck, tryin' to focus, to slow down, stop myself from cummin' so damn fast. I imagine once again, what it would be like. Markin’ her with my crow across her skin. The thought makes my chest and balls tighten. I push it out of my mind, I don’t care how deep in sleep she is, I hoist her upwards, leanin’ over her to grab the headboard. My hips slammin’ into her drippin’ cunt as the soft moans quickly turn into outright cries of pleasure. “Jax-” her voice breaks, fresh out of sleep. “Yeah, its me darlin’, wouldn’t be anyone else” I assure her, fisting her hair so she faces me, kissing her desperately. She’s still in that state of sleep and just awake, her eyes rollin’ as her mind catches up with her body.

I just about manage to pull out, spillin’ all over her perfect ass. Her skin now glistenin’ with my seed. I lean over the edge of the bed, grabbin' her panties off the floor and use em to clean myself off, then her, gentle and slow. She barely stirs, already halfway gone. When I'm done, I toss em aside and lean in, pressin' a kiss into the crook of her neck.

"Thank you baby" I murmur against her skin, I pull the covers up over her body, tuckin' her in. "Go back to sleep, yeah?"

She makes this soft little noise, a hum that slips from her throat as she shifts and snuggles into the sheets again, and just before she drifts, she whispers, barely audible but knocks the wind outta me.

"I love you"

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