summary: Jax's gorgeous girl brings him lunch to work.
tags: not beta reader, domestic fluff, humour, Jax is in looooovveeee, sharing food
a/n: had this in my drafts for a while. it's sweet and wanted to share it w jax lovers 🩷
"Jaaaaaaax, your girlfriend's here!" Half-Sack called out in the auto shop when he saw her, his fingers filthy and hair greasy, smiling big when Jax's girl waved at him.
Jax's girl was wearing a white t-shirt that stopped right above her belly button, and a pair of low hanging cotton shorts, white too, to match with her sandals. She had a big insulated lunch bag hanging off one shoulder, and her handbag on the other, her many keyrings rattling with every step.
Half-Sack quickly wiped his hands and jogged to relieve her off the weight on her shoulders, like a true gentleman.
"Oh my God, thank you," She sighed in relief when Half-Sack swung the heavy bag on his shoulder instead.
"It's nothing," He smiled with a shrug while she waved her face with one hand, as if that'll do anything against the day's heat.
"Let's get out of the sun," She quickly said, rushing to get in the shade and lean against the wall to catch her breath for hauling the bag around for five minutes. She could've drove here but it's such a short walk, and someone has got to think about the environment.
Half-Sack puts the bag down next to her and looks around for Jax, asking one of the mechanics if they've seen him. "He's with the red Peugeot," One of them nods their head towards the back.
"Oh," Half-Sack nods, he turns to the girl, "I'll go get him,"
"Thank you, Half-Sack," She smiles, squeezing his shoulder, making sure to avoid the black greasy stain on the fabric of his grey t-shirt.
She likes Half-Sack, he's pretty cool, it's just that sometimes she's convinced he fixes cars with his whole body instead of his hands, like, what's up with that?
Anyway, her boyfriend shows up, followed by Half-Sack. Jax's wiping his hands on a rag and he's smiling, happy to see her pretty face. A couple of big strides and he's right there in her space, bending down and kissing her, "Hey, baby,"
"I got lunch," She says between his pecks and he's smiling like a fool.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, I just need you to do something for me, but first," She steps back a little, and Jax follows her, trying to get another taste of her lips, but stops when he realises he's right in the middle of their auto shop, and that's not really badass of him.
Before she can tell him what to do, she turns to the lunch bag on the floor and pull out a chocolate chip cookie, the size of her hand, wrapped in a napkin. Jax watches her go to where Half-Sack's perched over a car, elbow deep in its guts and she calls his name. He turns around, surprised, and she sticks the cookie in his face and he grins.
Half-Sack takes his hands out of the car and wipes his palms messily on his jeans, she scrunches her nose and he looks a little embarrassed when she peels off the tissue paper and presents it to him so he could take a bite.
Half-Sack takes a bite, a big one, and he's so surprised and delighted at the taste, "Did you make that?" He asks, mouth full, a little bit of crumbs falling down his shirt.
"Yes, and don't go telling anyone I gave you a cookie," She laughs when he moans and takes the cookie from her fingers, "Oh, thank you!"
She walks back to Jax, who manages to look incredibly handsome in his dirty grey t-shirt with sweat stains, and his black jeans that are surely filthy, even if their colour hides it well, but he's got dust on the knee area, so he's had to be on the floor at some point, sweating away in this summer heat, working hard.
The rag he wiped his hands with is now tucked in his back pocket, and his hair was downright a mess, sticking haphazardly in all directions. She's sure everything was tied in a ponytail before, but now half of his hair has escaped the hair tie.
"Jax, where do you wanna eat?" She asks and he scratches his forehead, leaving a black mark on his skin, "What?"
She softens up then and links her finger on a belt hoop in his jeans, pulling him in a little. If it was any other day, or weather, she would've hugged him, regardless of her all white outfit, but it was too damn hot for that.
"When was the last time you had water?" She asks and he looks away, thinking, "I had a beer half an hour ago,"
"Jackson," She sighs and he groans, "I'm sorry, I just needed something to take the edge off, I'm tired, baby,"
"Okay, do you want to eat in the office? Or out here in the shade? I can see you guys moved the benches closer to the building," She asked.
"Outside," Jax answers and she nods, "Go wash your hands and we'll eat, yeah? I made burrito wraps,"
"I love you," He grins.
"I love you too, now go," She pushes him towards the toilets and he jogs there.
Taking the bag to the bench was easy work, considering the benches were right there, and she was determined to feed her surely hungry and tired boyfriend.
She takes out a water bottle, perfectly cold in her hands and a small plastic container, and that's when Jax comes back, face a little wet along with the collar of his t-shirt. He's grinning until he sees her take a baby blue scrunchie and hairbrush out from her handbag.
"What're you doing?" Jax asks, confused, about to sit next to her on the bench.
"I'm brushing that bird's nest, and I've got a scrunchie, it's better than that tiny band you use, baby," She says, sitting with the table to her back, feet on the ground.
"Can I eat first?"
"You'll eat while I brush your hair and tie it, sit down," She points at the space between her legs on the floor.
"Are you serious?" Jax asks while she stares at him, completely unimpressed.
"Jax," she warns him, and it's a little annoying because he'll feel much better when she brushes and ties his hair, she even got a spare clean t-shirt at the bottom of the lunch bag, that's probably cold by now because of the fresh lemonade she made, perfect for the weather.
Jax stares at her without moving and that's irritating because usually he just listens when she's trying to take care of him, but it looks like the heat messed up with his head today.
"Sit your ass down," She hisses through clenched teeth, pointing at the floor with wide eyes. Jax flinches in surprise at being scolded by his girlfriend, and he's never seen her do that face before. He's so shocked that a laugh bubbles out of his throat and before he knows it, he's sitting on the floor, his back to hers, and he's got a cold water bottle in his hands, and a plastic container with apple slices covered in cinnamon and sugar.
He's still giggling when she's brushing his hair out of his face, gathering it in her hand to tie it.
"What's so funny?" She asks with a raised brow.
"Nothing," Jax says after swallowing his apple slice and licking cinnamon and sugar off his fingers, and drinking half of the water bottle all in one go.
When she ties his hair in a bun, making sure not to do it too tight, because she knows Jax finds it uncomfortable, she smacks a kiss onto his forehead, upside down, "There, all done,"
Jax gets back up from the floor, container empty and he kisses her on the cheek, "Thanks, sweetheart,"
"You're welcome," She smiles, taking out almost everything she packed in the twenty litre insulated lunch bag.
On the table, they have homemade burrito wraps, salad, chips with dips and sauces she knows Jax and herself like. They've got fresh cold lemonade, coke in case he doesn't want lemonade, two slices of lemon cheesecake, cookies, and even more burrito wraps, all wrapped in aluminium foil.
"Darlin', you're spoiling me," Jax grins, sitting across her now, and he leans over the table to grab her chin and press a sweet kiss to her mouth.
"It's the least I could do," She smiles, cupping the hand on her chin and Jax groans, hungry and a little turned on, "Don't say to me or I'll put a ring on your finger,"
"Alright, big boy, calm down, eat first, and then talk about putting a ring on my finger," She laughs lightheartedly.
Jax kisses her again and sits back down, grabbing a burrito, "You made like ten of these, who's gonna eat all of that?" He rips the aluminium to expose the wrap and takes a huge bite, just about avoiding biting into aluminium foil as well.
She unscrews the lemonade bottle and pours him a cup, and then opens the salad container, sticking a fork in it, in front of him, "For the others, I know there aren't a lot of guys in today, so I made extra,"
"Oh, angel, you shouldn't have," He coos, stuffing salad in his mouth and a chip too, right after.
"I wanted to," She smiles, taking a satisfied sip of her lemonade.
Jax chews and swallows, then he turns around, "Half-Sack! Call everyone and get over here!"
Half-Sack does right as he's told, because he's sure it has to do with food, and who doesn't love free homemade food?
It takes Half-Sack less than a minute to gather everyone and bring them to Jax and his girlfriend, sitting at the bench. Jax wipes his mouth with a tissue, "Alright, my gorgeous girl made you losers homemade burritos, grab one and thank her,"
She flushes, smiling big when the men reach inside the lunch bag to grab a wrap, and every time, without fail, they thank her with a grateful nod. Half of them go back inside, and the other half are too excited and hungry to sit so they unwrap the burritos and take a bite right there, standing around Jax and his girl.
Then, suddenly everyone is ooh-ing, and wow-ing, their faces light up and they ask her, "Yo, this shit is good, what did you put in it?" She giggles and Jax tells them it's a secret and to scram so he can eat with his girlfriend in peace.
Pairing: Jax Teller x Female Plus Size!Reader
Word Count: 4,768 (I can’t stfu 🫣)
Summary: Jax’s possessiveness and your willingness to push him reveal an intensity that neither of you can ignore. What starts as a playful game of teasing and jealousy turns into a realization that maybe your connection runs deeper than either of you have admitted.
Warnings: SMUT! 18+ only please, minors DNI, Possessiveness/Jealousy, Semi-Public, fingering, (unprotected - be responsible!) P in V sex, throat necklace, alcohol consumption, cursing, minor fat-shaming (Jax comes to the rescue), slight feels.
AN: this is my first time posting smut, please be kind 🫶🏻 feedback is always appreciated (likes, comments, reblogs 💕) if I missed anything, let me know. enjoy babes!! 😊
You and Jax have never been exclusive. There’s never been a conversation about rules, boundaries, or expectations. You just are. And it’s always suited you both just fine. The things neither of you say, the choices you don’t question, the arrangement you both keep without defining it.
Commitment has never been something you crave. And Jax? He’s got his own demons. His life in the club is full of chaos, full of choices that leave blood on his hands and a weight on his shoulders.
You’ve always understood that, just like he understands you.
That’s why it works. No pressure, no promises, just an unspoken agreement. Random hookups, a place to escape, a moment of quiet when the world gets too loud. Sometimes, Jax comes to you and doesn’t ask for anything except to lay with you, to let your calm settle over him.
And you let him, because whatever this is between you, it’s more than just physical. It’s trust.
But tonight, something’s different.
The wedding of Opie and Lyla gave you the perfect excuse to step outside of your usual wardrobe. It wasn’t often you got dressed up, but tonight you were making a statement.
The dress you’d picked hugged every curve just right, the fabric skimming over your full, voluptuous figure. The neckline framed the soft swell of your cleavage, accentuating the plushness of your chest. The fabric clinging to the curve of your waist, highlighting the flare of your hips. Thick thighs, a perfectly rounded butt, and a hemline short enough to show off the best of what you had to offer.
Judging by the lingering glances and appreciative smirks from the men scattered around, so did everyone else, but those in the inner circle knew you were off limits.
And while others might have been watching, one pair of eyes never left you.
Jax.
He was standing across the room from where you were, beer in hand, the easy conversation with his brothers nothing more than background noise as he watched you. His expression was carefully blank, but his gaze was scorching.
You could feel his stare like a brand against your skin, his jaw tight as he tracked your every move. You could feel it following you, growing darker with every laugh or look you exchanged with a man that wasn’t him.
And you weren’t his. Not officially. But you knew that look.
Possessive. Jealous.
So, you decided to have a little fun with him. You knew it was dangerous to tease like this, but you didn’t care. You looked good and felt good and loved the attention.
And he was watching.
And it turned you on.
You’re mid–laugh, the man in front of you saying something that barely registers in your mind when suddenly, Jax is standing close, his body crowding into yours in a way that makes it clear he’s staking his claim.
“Entertaining guests tonight, darlin’?” he mused, his smirk lazy and unmistakably possessive.
The stranger stiffened, his confidence shrinking under the weight of Jax’s casual dominance. “Uhhh,” he stammers, shifting uncomfortably as Jax’s attention never wavers from you. “I didn’t realize –“
He steps in closer, the heat of him curling around you, that damn smirk still playing across his lips.
“You realize now,” Jax cuts him off, staring at you while he speaks, before glaring back in his direction. A silent warning.
The guy mutters some excuse and quickly backs off, disappearing into the crowd.
You arch an eyebrow at Jax, unfazed. “Was that really necessary?”
His hand snakes around your waist, fingers digging into your curvy hip, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief. “You tell me,” He breathes out, dragging his tongue across his lips as his eyes trace every dip and swell of your body, drinking in the way your dress hugs each soft curve.
“Walkin’ around here lookin’ like that,” he continues, voice dripping with seduction, “smilin’ at guys like you don’t know exactly what you’re doin’.”
You tilt your head, your smile indicating something between amusement and challenge. “I haven’t the faintest idea what you’re talking about,” you tease innocently. “I’m just having fun.”
Jax was about to turn away when he stopped abruptly. Without a word, his hand slid down your side, tracing the dip of your waist before he cupped a firm handful of your ass.
You sucked in a sharp breath, your body going rigid for a moment as his fingers flexed against your skin. The warmth of his palm burned through the thin material of your dress – or, more accurately, the lack of anything else underneath it.
The realization hit him immediately.
His grip only tightened, just enough to make your pulse stutter, and then came the lightest, sharpest smack. The sound was soft, but it sent a flutter through you, heat rushing to your cheeks – wetness pooling between your thighs.
He leaned in close, his voice a low rasp as he whispered against your ear. “Well, now… that’s interesting.” It sends a shiver down your spine, goosebumps blooming in its wake.
You fought the grin threatening to spread across your face as you tilted your head just slightly, giving him a sidelong glance.
“Hmm,” you hummed. “Interesting? I’d say efficient.”
You feel his fingers twitch against you, as if fighting the urge to grip, to claim. His jaw ticks, nostrils subtly flaring as he exhales the breath he was holding. And for a second, you see it – a flicker of something wild and primal in his expression.
He wants to drag you away right now, to show you exactly who you belong to. The way he looked at you was unbearable, all-consuming – like he was already stripping you bare, mapping out exactly how he was going to wreck you.
His smolder faltered for just a moment before he let out a low chuckle, his tongue swiping over his lower lip as he devoured you with his stare.
But before he can act, a burst of laughter and excited chatter breaks the moment.
Girls from Diosa descend, a whirlwind of perfume and giggles as they grab your arm. “Come on, girl! Let’s dance!” one of them squeals, tugging you away.
You go willingly, but not before looking back at Jax, catching the way his eyes burn into you. His frustration is barely concealed beneath the cool exterior he’s struggling to maintain.
You pout at him playfully, your teeth grazing your lower lip as a slow, knowing smile tugs at your mouth. With a casual shrug, you throw in a wink for good measure. You know exactly what you’re doing. And so does he.
Teasing Jax like this is a dangerous game, but damn if it isn’t a thrilling one.
That signature smirk of his – cocky and effortless – is planted firmly on his face. He tilts his head slightly, running his tongue over his teeth, tapping two fingers absently against the side of his beer bottle. He doesn’t stop you, doesn’t call you back. No, Jax is patient when he wants to be.
But that look he gives you? That easy, infuriating, I’ve already won look?
That’s the warning.
The whiskey spreads through you like fire, warm and intoxicating. The buzz hums in your body, making your limbs loose, your inhibitions slipping further away with each sway of your hips. Laughter bubbles from your lips freely, the excitement of the night pressing against you in the best way.
But what makes the heat burn even deeper is him.
Jax still hasn’t taken his eyes off you. Even as you lose yourself in the music, your body alive with the rhythm, you can feel it – that heavy stare cutting through the space between you. Every time you glance his way, your eyes meet, and the tension pulls tighter.
A song later, the warmth of the dance floor gives way to the cool air by the bar, and you lean against it, skin still tingling, waiting for another drink to keep your buzz going.
And that’s when it happens.
A careless bump – simply hard enough to knock you off balance. Cool liquid splashes down your arm, the sharp scent of bourbon filling the air as it seeps onto the floor.
“Shit,” the guy mutters, shaking off his hand. He’s drunk, unsteady on his feet, but instead of an apology, all you get is an annoyed scoff as he finally looks at you.
His gaze drags down your body before his lip curls into something close to disgust. “Jesus,” he mutters, shaking his head. “What the hell are you even wearing?”
His meaning is clear. The way his eyes linger – judging and dismissive. It’s not about the dress; it’s about you in it. The implication stings, but not as much as the arrogance dripping from his tone.
You blink, the hazy warmth of whiskey quickly shifting into irritation. “Excuse me?”
He waves a dismissive hand in your face, his words slurred and full of condescension. “I mean, come on. Look at you.”
You let out a sharp breath, your temper flaring, your shoulders lock as fire flashes behind your eyes. But before you can put this asshole in his place, a shadow looms behind you.
You don’t even have to turn to know he’s there. Jax’s presence wrapping around you like a second skin.
The moment he steps beside you, his hand sliding around your waist, the humiliation burns away. His fingers press into your side – firm and possessive.
Your pulse jumps. The air shifts. And suddenly, you’re not exposed – you’re protected. A silent reminder that you are his.
The drunk finally registers Jax’s presence, his bleary eyes flickering up, and whatever drunken bravado he had before? Gone.
Jax tilts his head, his lips curling into something wicked. He doesn’t raise his voice, doesn’t need to – because the calm way he speaks is even more unsettling.
“She botherin’ you, man?”
His glassy eyes dart between the two of you, panic flickering behind them, unfocused, as he finally starts to grasp his mistake.
“Nah, man,” he stammers, lifting his hands slightly as if that might undo the last thirty seconds. “Didn’t mean nothin’ by it.”
Jax hums, slow and thoughtful, his fingers twitch against you. He’s still relaxed, still perfectly in control, but there’s a dark edge to him now.
“That right?” he drawls, tilting his head the other way, his grip on you tightening just enough to send a message. “See, that doesn’t really work for me.”
He stiffens, blinking fast like he’s trying to clear the alcohol from his system. “I – I didn’t mean – “
Jax clicks his tongue, shaking his head. “Yeah, you keep sayin’ that” he muses, his tone still deceptively casual. “But what I heard? Was you talkin’ shit to her.”
The guy’s mouth opens, but Jax doesn’t give him the chance.
“So, here’s what’s gonna happen,” he continues, his voice calm, like he’s explaining something simple, like he’s giving the guy a choice when you both know he isn’t.
“You’re gonna look her in the eye,” Jax instructs, tilting his head, that easy smirk playing at the edges of his mouth, though there’s nothing amused about the look in his eyes. “And you’re gonna apologize. And you’re gonna mean it.”
Jax’s fingers tap twice against the guy’s sternum before he steps back just enough to let him breathe – but not enough to make him comfortable. His stance stays loose, shoulders relaxed, but there’s an unmistakable charge in the air, the kind that makes it clear he’s still deciding how this is going to go.
The idiot hesitates just a second too long.
Jax’s smirk fades, his jaw shifting as his tongue runs between his lips, slow and calculating. His fingers flex once and the subtle roll of his shoulders speak volumes.
The guy’s eyes widen. “S–sorry,” he blurts, stumbling over the word as he looks at you, his voice uneasy. “I shouldn’t have—shouldn’t have said that.”
Jax doesn’t respond right away. He just watches, his blue eyes sharp as they give the guy a once over, sizing him up like a predator watching their prey. The silence stretches, thick and suffocating.
Then, finally, the corner of Jax’s mouth twitches, his menacing smirk creeping back into place. He tilts his head, exhaling sharply through his nose, his voice taunting.
“There we go,” he says, amusement flickering in his features. “Not so hard, huh?” His hand claps against the stranger’s shoulder, just a little too heavy, before he steps back fully, like he’s already lost interest.
The guy nods frantically, desperate to get out of the situation. “Yeah, yeah, my bad, dude. Won’t happen again.”
Jax doesn’t say anything else, just gives the slightest nod over the man’s right shoulder.
That’s all it takes.
Before he can even process what’s happening, Chibs and Happy are already in motion, leading him away. No fuss, no disruption – a quiet removal, seamless enough that no one at the reception even notices.
Your lips twitch, heat pooling low in your belly as you watch Jax handle it with effortless dominance. The way control rolls off him in waves makes your mouth water with want. Arousal spreads through you like wildfire, licking at your skin, making you hyperaware of every inch of space between you and Jax – space you desperately want to erase.
He doesn’t move for a second. His hand lingers on you – claiming and unmistakable. His fingers tighten at your waist, and then he leans in, his lips brushing just below your ear before nipping at the sensitive skin. “Can’t leave you alone for a second without you gettin’ into trouble, huh?”
His voice is velvet wrapped danger, smooth and lazy. It sends a thrill straight through you.
You turn in his grasp, looking up at him through your lashes, a perfect mix of innocence and desire in your eyes. The whiskey hums through your veins, but it’s not that. It’s him.
The way he stepped in like he owned you, like there was never any doubt.
Your thighs press together in search of relief, pussy fluttering. A deep ache blooming in your belly, needy for him.
Slow and sinuous you lift your arm, winding it around his neck as you rise on your toes. A delicate, teasing kiss lands against his cheek, his beard rough against your lips. Your mouth hovers just over his ear as you whisper, “Call me your damsel in distress.”
Jax exhales sharply through his nose, a low chuckle rumbling from his chest. His fingers flex tighter against you, digging in to keep himself steady.
“You want me to save you, darlin’?” His tone is playful, but you hear it – that slow-burning restraint, the control that’s this close to slipping.
You don’t miss a beat. You want him so bad.
“No. I’d rather you fuck me.”
The shift is instant.
Jax stills, a sharp breath hisses between his teeth. His smirk fades – not gone, just different now. Darker. Hungrier.
And then he’s moving – fast. His grip is firm as he grabs your wrist and starts leading you away. Not rough, but absolute. No hesitation.
Just pure, raw intent.
The reception is still buzzing around you, the music, and the laughter – but it all fades as Jax weaves through the outskirts of the crowd, guiding you toward the dimly lit edge of the property. Past the glow of string lights, past the open spaces where people might see.
Then, suddenly, you’re against a wall.
The wood of the garden shed scratches into your back, but you barely register it because Jax is right there, crowding into you – his knee sliding between your thighs, pressing against you just enough to make you gasp.
His hands roam – one gripping your ass, the other curling around your jaw, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. In your peripheral, you catch a glint of his SONS ring, a reminder of who he is and what he’s capable of.
His breath is hot when he leans in, laced with beer and nicotine, dizzying. His chest rises and falls faster than usual, his grip tightening as he takes in the way you tremble beneath him. Like he feels it too – the arousal and the hunger.
“You think you’re funny, huh?” he growls. His right hand remains on your jaw, keeping your lust blown eyes fixated on him. His other hand gripped tighter against your plush thigh, pressing into the fabric of your dress like he’s debating whether to rip it or slide it up.
You smile slyly at him, still buzzing, still feeling yourself from the whiskey and the way he claimed you before. “A little bit,” you admit, your voice dripping with daring.
Jax lets out a slow, measured breath through his nose, his fingers sliding lower, skimming the bare skin of your plump thigh.
“You’ve been a tease all night,” he rasps, his lips just barely brushing the shell of your ear. “Do you have any idea what it’s been like? Watching you, knowing what’s not under this dress?” His fingers pressing into you just a little more firmly.
You swallow hard, pulse racing. Your voice is barely a whisper as you tilt your chin up. “And what are you going to do about it?”
His last shred of restraint snapped, and his lips crashed against yours in a kiss that was all heat and desperation. His hands were everywhere – cupping your face, sliding down your sides, gripping your hips as he pressed you firmly against the wall.
“Mine,” he growled against your mouth, the word rough and possessive as his hands slid lower, gripping the curve of your ass, and lifting you slightly so you could feel how hard he was for you.
You gasped, your fingers tangling in his hair as he buried his face in your neck – lips, teeth, and tongue setting your skin on fire.
"Jax," you choked out, your head falling back against the wall as his mouth traveled lower – sucking, biting, bruising – until your knees threatened to buckle.
But your body had a mind of its own, pressing into him – desperate, aching – your pussy throbbing against the hard length of him, needing more.
“You like this, don’t you?” he hissed as he trailed kisses back up to your neck. “Knowing I’m losing my goddamn mind over you.”
A wicked smirk tugged at your lips, your nails raking lightly down his kutte. “I think you love it,” you taunted. “Knowing I’m just as fucked up over you.”
Jax lets out a low grunt while his hand slipped between your thighs. His fingers found your clit, grazing it teasingly, making you jolt against him.
“Shiiiit,” he draws out, his forehead pressing to yours as he felt just how wet you were for him. “You’re drippin’ for me, sweetheart.”
Before you could retort, Jax yanked you forward slightly, and in one swift motion, he spun you around, pressing your front against the wall. His hands moved, one splayed against your hip, the other slipping back between your thighs – teasing, torturing.
His lips found the nape of your neck, sucking and biting as he pushed your dress up, the fabric gathering around your waist, exposing you completely to him. You’re utterly intoxicated – by his touch, his scent, the unrestrained intensity radiating off him.
You hear the hurried clink of his belt, the rasp of the zipper – and then his finger slides into you – curling just right, pulling a sharp cry from your lips as your legs spread wider on instinct.
Jax grins against your cheek, clearly pleased with himself. “Good girl,” he praises, voice dripping with approval.
Then he pushes another finger inside, his pace steady – driving you higher and higher while his other hand worked himself free.
Your lips parted, a deep moan escaping as you pressed back against him, rolling your hips to feel more of his fingers in your aching cunt. “I’ve been thinking about your cock fucking me all night.” You managed to stutter out as his fingers continued their assault inside you.
“Fuck,” he groaned out, his thumb gliding against your sensitive clit.
You shuddered, arching into his touch as his fingers teased you, spreading your arousal. A needy whine escaped your lips when he pulled away – and a low, cocky grunt rumbled from his chest at you.
But he didn’t linger. His hands gripped your hips firmly, guiding you into position as the head of his cock pressed against your entrance, rubbing and teasing, driving you to the edge of desperation.
“Tell me you want it,” he demanded as he held himself there, teasing – poised to take you.
“I want you, Jax. Please.” you breathed, your fingers curling against the wall as you pushed back against him.
With one sharp thrust, he filled you, the stretch of him stealing the air from your lungs. You cried out, your hands bracing against the wall as he buried himself inside you, his grip on you tight enough to leave marks.
“Jesus,” he groaned, his forehead pressing against your shoulder as he paused, letting you adjust to him. “You feel so fucking good.”
You could barely form words, your body quivering as you clenched around him, your breath coming in shallow pants. “Fuck, Jax! Please.” you begged again, your voice pleading.
He didn’t need any more encouragement.
He pulled back slowly, the drag of him torturously slow, before slamming back into you. The force of it sent a shockwave through your body, and you moaned loudly, your head falling forward as he set a punishing rhythm.
“Look at you,” he praised, his hand sliding up your side, cupping your breast, the other keeping you steady as he rutted into you. “Taking me so fucking well.”
The mixture of pleasure and the exhilaration of being semi-public had you spiraling quickly, the sounds of your pleas mingling with the faint noise of the party in the background. You were his – and the way he moved, the way he filled you so completely, left no room for doubt.
“Mine,” he growled into your neck, low and possessive.
And in that moment, you knew it was true.
The force of Jax's movements had you seeing stars, your body trembling against the shed as he plunged into you relentlessly. Each motion sent waves of pleasure crashing through you, building tighter until you were barely clinging to sanity.
“Jax,” you mewled, his name spilling from your lips in gasps, your breath catching with every snap of his hips.
Your nails scraped against the surface of the wall as you fought against your impending climax. “I’m close,” you whimpered, your voice breaking as the pressure inside you reached its peak.
He didn’t slow. If anything, your words only egged him on, his pace quickening as he took you, each movement punctuated by his throaty grunts.
His hand snaked up, wrapping gently but firmly around your throat, tipping your head back so his lips could brush against you. “You’re mine,” he growled. “Say it.”
Your breath hitched, the pressure of his hand on your throat sending a new wave of pleasure crashing over you. His movements becoming more desperate and commanding. The sound of skin meeting skin echoed into the night, mixing with your breathless moans and his rough groans.
When you didn’t respond fast enough, he pulled back slightly, just enough to swat at your exposed bottom with his free hand, the sharp sting sending another rush of heat through you.
“Be a good girl,” he hissed through gritted teeth. “Tell me you’re mine.”
The combination of his words, his touch, and the unrelenting pleasure coursing through you was too much. You were helpless against his assault as you cried out, “I’m yours, Jax! I’m yours!”
His growl was pure satisfaction, his grip tightening slightly on your throat as he drove into you harder, chasing his own release.
It sent you hurtling over the edge, your body clenching around him as your climax crashed through you, leaving you gasping and shaking in his arms. The intensity of it stole your breath, your cries muffled as his hand slid to cup your jaw, tilting your head back to capture your lips in a messy kiss.
The way you fell apart around him was enough to push him to his own orgasm. With a few more hard, deep strokes – a low, raw groan tore from his chest as he came. His body tensed against yours, his grip unyielding as he spilled into you, marking you in every way he could.
For just a moment, the world was silent except for the sound of your mingled breaths, the faint hum of the party in the distance, a reminder of just how exposed you were.
Jax pressed his forehead against your shoulder, his breath hot against your skin as he muttered, “Fuck, darlin’. You drive me insane.”
You managed a weak laugh, your body still trembling as you leaned back against him, letting his arms hold you steady. “You love it,” you purred in full confidence.
Jax held you, his hands resting gently on your hips as you both caught your breath. His lips brushed the side of your neck in a way that sent a lingering heat down your spine, the earlier intensity now softened into something more intimate.
“You okay?” he asked, his voice rough, but laced with genuine care.
You turned your head slightly, meeting his eyes over your shoulder with a small, breathless smile. “More than okay.”
The corner of his mouth tugged up in a grin, and he brushed a light kiss to your shoulder before pulling back just enough to straighten your dress. His fingers lingered on the fabric, smoothing it down over your round hips and curvy ass with a tenderness that made your heart flutter.
He backed up, tucking himself back into his pants, fingers working the button and fastening his belt. When you spun around to face him, your eyes met his lazy smile, the night reflected in the spark of his blue eyes.
He gripped your chin between his thumb and forefinger, leaning in to steal a kiss that left you breathless all over again. “In case I didn’t mention it earlier, you look fucking sexy tonight, babe,” he husked, finishing his words with a playful nip to your lips.
You giggled softly, pulling away to adjust the sleeve of your dress and run your fingers through your hair in a half-hearted attempt to fix it. “I’m gonna pull myself together before I head back. You should go first.”
Jax’s expression turned wicked, his lips twitching with amusement as he gripped you, pulling you flush against him. He tilted his head slightly, eyes narrowing playfully as he leaned in, his voice dropping lower. “I can’t wait to taste me in you later,” he rasped, the gravelly edge of his tone igniting another pulse of heat in your core, your breath hitching at the sheer filth of it.
You pulled back slightly, meeting his gaze with a wide-eyed look before your own lips curled into a teasing grin. You bit your lip, trying to regain your composure as you smoothed down your dress one last time. “I think I’ve had enough of that party for one night. Meet me at my place in thirty minutes?”
His gaze softened, a hint of warmth dancing in his eyes as he lifted a hand to brush a stray strand of hair from your face, his fingers lingering against your cheek. “I’ll be there,” he promised, his tone intimate.
He stepped back, running a hand through his hair before adjusting the collar of his kutte, rolling his shoulders like he was shaking off the tension. There was a confident swagger in his movements, casual and unhurried as he prepared to head back to the party, but the hunger in his eyes lingered on you for just a second longer, before giving you a wink.
You slipped away toward the bathrooms, your pulse still racing and your body buzzing from everything that had just happened. The anticipation of what was still to come was almost too much to handle, but you managed to keep your cool as you disappeared around the corner.
You knew Jax was watching until you were out of sight, a faint hint of mischief still resting on his lips as he adjusted his kutte one last time before heading back to say his goodbyes.
Summary: You and Happy have been secretly together behind your family for a year, but when the club goes into lockdown and the only room left for you is Happys dorm things start to unravel, all the secrets come out
Pairing: Happy Lowman x f!reader
Includes: Age Gap, Violence, Pregnancy
•Masterlist•
•1 Year Ago•
There was a new member to the group who was coming back after being a Nomad for awhile so Mom, the SAMCRO mother, had me help get things ready for the welcoming home party
I wasn’t as involved with the group things as my mother, father and brother are seeing as I’m still in my early twenties they wanted to keep me away from the danger and chaos
But I was always excited for a party, especially a SAMCRO party, I finished up helping with the food in the kitchen, changing into black Jean shorts, a v cut longsleeve white t shirt, black cowgirl boots, and matching silver jewelry with adorning onyx gemstones
I pull into the lot and the party is already started, members all over the place celebrating and drinking, some fighting in the ring while others watched and bet, I found mom and went to check on her
“Hey sweetheart, looking pretty nice for all these slimy guys” she smirks as she sets out some hamburgers
“Well I wanted to look my best for the new member to join the family, now where is he?” She nods as she points over to one of the fires where a man sits, eyes piercing black, sleeves of tattoos and my heart clenches in my chest, never have I seen a member like this but there was something about him that drew me in
I take a hamburger and put it on a plate and get a fresh beer, making my way over to him I sit and he turns to me not saying a word just watching…..observing
“I hear you’re the newcomer, thought I’d welcome you to the family myself!” I smile as I hand him the burger and beer, he takes it hesitantly but his shoulders seem to relax
“You a croweater?” He asks his voice raspy sending a thrilling chill through me
“What no, I’m Jax’s sister” his eyes go wide for a split second
“Didn’t know, never seen you around before” he takes a swig of the cool beer
“Yeah they’ve been hiding me away for a while now, but I’ve convinced them to let me come around more” he grunts as his eyes subtly glance over my exposed thighs
“Good”
•
After that day I started dropping by the club more just to get a glimpse of him or anything really, sure it may sound desperate but that man was all I could think about, he was so mysterious it enticed me, when you grow up in this town with guys knowing your family they weren’t too keen on trying their luck, but Happy is apart of this world
I turn the corner heading to Jax dorm to pass out, completely exhausted from cleaning up after one of the guys drunken ragers they had the night before, when I bump into a firm chest
“Shit sorry lil girl” that nickname oh god he was killing me, looking up I catch his gaze as they roam my body, he’s gotten more comfortable with me since the first night we meet, Jax told me he’s not one for trusting immediately
“No it’s my fault I’m just tired, didn’t see where I was going” I say rubbing my eyes his hands still on my shoulders
“Guys got you running around?” His voice dropping a level like he was mad
“Mom says it’s my job, I have to clean up after everyone, and the guys sure like to make a mess” I try to laugh it off but he’s not laughing
“Come you’re sleeping in my room” he leads me with no hesitance to his dorm, its clean unlike Jax’s
I sit on the bed and he throws me on of his white shirts
“Get comfortable and relax lil girl” then he was gone leaving me with so many feelings
•Present•
It’s been a year since the first moment I meet the love of my life, sure we had an age gap but I didn’t care and he didn’t either, he treated me amazingly unlike how some members treat their woman, even though Jax is my brother he’s a prick to girls, can’t keep his emotions in check, or his dick in his pants, but with Happy I never have to worry about what he’s doing when I’m not there because he’s mine and I’m his, and he reassures me every chance he gets in his own ways
I huff as I strip out of my clothes and unhook my bra as happy lays in the bed, I walk to the mirror and pull my hair back into a messy bun and pull on one of his SAMCRO shirts
“You know I love you in my shirts but your sexy as hell without them lil girl” he grunts making me laugh at his filthy mind
I crawl in next to him and he immediately wraps his arms around me, my head to his chest, I trace my finger gently over his multitude of tattoos
“Think the guys are catching on” he says as he hand lifts the bottom of my shirt resting on my lower back
“How?”
“Well before you I was all over the ladies, think they see I’m not messing around”
“Ever the ladies man, but how could they connect that I’m the only woman you want hmmm?” I tease as I brush my fingers over his cheekbone and he looks down at me
“Sooner or later someone will catch us, you’re not the quietest girl” he smirks tapping my ass
“Hey I can’t help that you fuck me just right”
“You got that right”
•
At the garage I’m sorting through some papers to help mom out since everyone’s been so busy with the white power group coming to town
Hearing the rumble of the bikes we head outside seeing the guys pull up, seeing Happy on his bike always did something to me, weak in my knees seeing him in his kutte showing his muscles and tattoos, all I want to do in that moment is run over like Tara and mom are doing but I can’t, so I just lean against the building as our eyes meet so a while
Chucky comes out of the shop with a burger in hand to see the guys, he was a little ray of sunshine around the place but when the smell of the meat hits me my stomach flips, I run to the garbage can next to the shop and empty everything I’ve eaten today
“Shit are you okay?” He asks worried, I wipe my mouth and nod trying to catch my breath, he helps guide me to the steps to the office to sit down
Looking up happy is crouched in front of me the worry written all over his face
“Sick?” He asks putting his hand on my knee and I feel a little better just at his touch
“I don’t know, just hit me I’m sure I’m fine” looking behind him I see the guys taking glances at us, confused as to why Happy cared
“They’re watching” I whisper as I place my hand ontop of his
“Don’t care right now, had to check if you’re okay” he grumbles
“Are you getting soft on me Happy?”
“Soft? Never and you know that lil girl” he smirks before squeezing my hand and heading back to the guys
I know it’s not just sickness, I’ve been late for my period for 2 months and I’m only now just realizing
I get my purse and head to my car when mom stops me
“And where are you going little lady?”
“I just need to head to the store quickly, need anything?”
“No sweetheart you go, don’t be long”
Driving to the store my mind is racing, how do I tell him? We haven’t really talked about kids, we haven’t even told anyone we’re together let alone having a baby together
I speed through the store getting the test and going to the bathroom, the ten minutes were the slowest of my life
When the timer on my phone goes off my hands are shaking as I take the test and turn it over
Two lines……I’m pregnant
•
I feel the anxiety in my body the whole day even when I’m at home alone nothing can ease me right now except the man I need to tell
The door to my place opens like every other night and it’s Happy, he throws off his boots and slumps down on the couch next to me sighing as he wraps his arm around my shoulders and kissing my temple
“You still feeling sick Angel?” He only used Angel when he was worried
“I have something I need to tell you Hap” his eyes bore into mine telling me to go on
“I wasn’t just sick, I’ve been missing my period for two months, I took a test……I’m pregnant” he was still not a single emotion on his face as his eyes went from mine to my stomach
“I know it’s a lot, we haven’t even talked about it” he gets up and he’s out the door just as quick as he came leaving me with a whole in my heart, I never thought of all his reactions he’d leave
I feel the tears pool and can’t help but let them fall, if he leaves I’ll be alone and I won’t even be able to talk to anyone about it, I just want him he’s all I’ve ever wanted and I’m keeping this little baby no matter what happens
•
I get ready for work the next day, my eyes red and puffy my hair a mess but I couldn’t bring myself to care at this moment, I walk into the shop and get to work
“Sweetheart you look like a mess, rough night?”
“You could say that” I groan rubbing my itchy eyes from all the tears I shed
She pats my shoulder and Chibs walks in dropping off another paper
“Thanks”
“Ye alright las?” He asks as he leans against the desk next to wear im sitting
“Not really Chibs, feels like my world is crumbling and I’m all alone”
“Happy?” My heart stops I look up at him with wide eyes and he just smiles
“What? I…..how did you find out”
“It’s easy, for me atleast, say the way he looks at ye, never seen him care if someone was sick before” I sigh
“Don’t tell anyone please it’s….complicated right now… have you seen him today?”
“Nah, his bike ain’t here yet” I was starting to get worried, the more time went passed the more it felt like he’s really gone
•
It’s mid day and a bunch of cars pull up, mostly woman and kids, confused I go to Jax
“What’s going on?”
“We gotta go into lockdown, zobelle is getting too cocky, can’t risk someone else getting hurt”
“Oh should I go grab an overnight bag?”
“Yeah go quick you should be fine” I left driving quickly to my place, throwing together a bag, some clothes, makeup, perfume, all the necessities
I lock up and turn bumping into a chest making me squeal in surprise
“Whyre you here alone” that gravelly voice, happy
“I…..Jax said I’d be fine to go alone…..where have you been?” I ask looking up at him with a lump in my throat, his eyes ever piercing
“Let’s get you back” he lifts me onto the back of his bike, strapping my helmet on and gets infront of me as we drive off in silence
Getting to the lot I feel so many mixed emotions, does he still love me, was this just an order to come get me
“The place is pretty filled I don’t know where you’re going to stay sis” Jax says, he always seemed to take care of everyone else before me
“She’ll stay in my room, safest place” Jax gives us both a look but nods
Happy takes my bag and we go to his room and when I step in all that doubt is gone, looking around the room my heart is filled with a joy like no other, a bassinet in the corner, a changing station with little SAMCRO blankets and beanies
“Been working on it all night” he says as he sits on the edge of the bed
I turn back to him standing between his legs and his hands come to rubs my hips
“So you want this? You wanna have this baby with me?”
“Hell yeah, when you told me I was shocked, shit I should’ve stayed but you know I’m not great with that emotional shit” I run my hands over his shoulders and he drops his head to rest on my belly
“I know but next time don’t leave me Hap, if you need to leave the room and collect your thoughts I get it but walking out on me…..I thought you were gone for good” his head snaps up as he tightens his grip
“You know you’re mine, you’re not getting rid of me now lil girl” I love when his possessive side comes out
“It’s gonna be a boy” he grumbles matter of fact
“No it’ll be a girl, I see you as a girl dad”
“Yeah we’ll see about that” he pulls me down onto the bed hovering over me
“Do we tell the others or let them guess why you have baby shit in your room and why I’m sporting a baby bump without them knowing I have an old man”
“I like sneaking you around, makes it hot”
“Oh really, well Chibs already figured us out, guess we wait to see how long it takes the rest”
•
Sitting around a table for dinner, everyone’s having chili and fries, sat next to Chibs and Happy, across from us is Jax Tigs and Tara
“Sis want a beer?” Jax asks trying to hand me one but Happy takes it instead
“Oh I’m good still feeling a bit sick” I lie as happy takes a sip of the beer like it was no big deal but the guys gave us a look
“Am I missing something here?” Tigs asks
“No?”
Chucky comes out of the back straight to Happy
“Hey happy sir, what’s with the baby stuff in your room” chucky was always scared of happy, as he should
“What the hell were you doing in my room” he growls staring daggers at him
“I…..Gemma wanted me to drop of something for y/n and she’s staying in your room” I look back at the others and I can see things click
“Wait wait wait, happy you better explain yourself” Jax groans
“It’s private” I place my hand on his thigh under the table trying my best not to smirk, everyone knows happy keeps things private so they didn’t ask much further, mostly out of fear
Looking next to me to Chibs he gives me a knowing smile of congrats, he leans in whispering
“Bit old for ye aye lassy” he laughs making me blush
“Even better”
After supper I’m feeling tired from the roller coaster of a day, deciding to head to bed early
The crew hanging around the poll tables
“I’m gonna head to bed, night guys” without a second though and almost on instinct I lean up and pull happy into a kiss and walk off not even thinking twice about it until arms are wrapped around me carrying me back to the guys, juice sits me down on the table and every is just looking at me shocked
“What? Did I do something wrong?” Happy stands across from me smirking
“You just kissed me lil girl” my face completely flushed as I look at everyone around me wanting to shrink in on myself
“Lil girl? What the hell when did you start calling her that?” Clay asks and a chill runs down my spine he was always very protective
“Look it was just a mistake, just a thank you for helping me today” I try to intervene
“You sure?” Bobby asks with a raised eyebrow
“Come on Angel just tell them” happy grumbles wrapping his arms around my waist after I jump down from the table
“Are you sure?” I ask looking up and back at him, his hands placed over my belly, he nods and grunts in agreement
“I’m Happys ol lady”
“Uuuuuuuuuh since when?” Juice asks dumbfounded
“About a year, kinda hit it off during his welcome party”
“A year? And out of everyone happy that psycho” Tigs says making happy laugh
“I like them a little crazy, plus he makes me feel like an angel”
“You better or you’re dead” clay says
“Hold up a minute……the baby shit in your room happy? Are you pregnant sis?”
“Yeah, just found out today” the guys cheer congratulating us both
“Must be pretty pussy whipped to finally settle down brother” Tigs adds making me smack him up side the head
“You’re just jealous”
“Yeah she’s all mine, you’re stuck with pass arounds, I got the best piece of ass out there” happy smirks as he smacks my ass making me blush, shit I love this man
•
It’s been a few days now of this lock down and I was going a little crazy and these pregnancy cravings were kicking in high gear
Sighing I sit at the bench outside the club waiting for the guys to get back, too many people in there and I can’t stand the constant chatter, I like my peace and I always got that with Happy
Halfsack comes out and sits across from me, he’s sweet he’s around my age so we get along well
“Who’re you feeling? Heard you’re pregnant!”
“Fine just reeeeeeeeally hungry, I want a chocolate brownie milkshake and pizza but I can’t leave” he laughs
“Want me to order it for you?”
“Please! I’ll put in a good word for you with the infamous Tacoma killer” he perks up like a little boy and whips out his phone
“I’m on it!”
We wait a while and the gates open and the guys pull into the lot just in time for Half sack to get my food coming back and placing it infront of me, a whole pizza and a large milkshake making me look ridiculous as the guys come over
“A little hungry there lassy” Chibs laughs and I look down embarrassed
Happy leans down next to me kissing my temple
“The baby has cravings and I’m hungry” I groan
“No one comments on what she eats again” happy growls as he hands me my drink and opens the box for me
“Yeah he’s totally pussy whipped”
“Watch yourself tiggy don’t think I won’t beat your ass just because I’m pregnant” I say making everyone laugh
•
It’s been 5 months and I’m about 7 months along now, today we are having the baby reveal at the club, mom insisted we celebrate since it’ll be a new member to the family, walking into the club with Happy, his hand on my lower back guiding me along, he’s become extra touchy with me since he found out I was pregnant
“Okay everyone put in your guesses on what you think the baby will be!” Mom says going around from each person
“Definitely a boy” Jax said
“Nah man Happys totally a girl dad” tig adds and chibs agrees
“I’m with Jax it’s a boy” juice cheers, Opie agrees, halfsack says it’ll be a girl, dad thinks a boy and mom does too
“From mothers intuition I think it’s a little girl”
“So I’ll have two lil girls now” happy whispers to me
“No im your lil girl, this’ll be your baby girl” he smiles rubbing my belly
“Come on you two plenty of time for that on your own time let’s find out!” Mom says motioning for us to come up, she hands us both guns, paint ball guns with a target we’re meant to shot
“Alright 3…..2….1!” We both shoot and pink paint explodes across the targets, I scream jumping into Happys arms
“I told you!!!!” I can’t believe I’m have a little girl, happy holds me close and kisses my temple
“I’m gonna protect you both for the rest of my life lil girl” and in that moment I knew he was all I’ll ever need
The California sun beat down mercilessly on the asphalt as you guided your car through the streets of Charming. The town was smaller than you'd expected—quaint in a way that made you wonder if you'd taken a wrong turn somewhere back near that place called Lodi.
Your GPS insisted this was the right place, though you had your doubts. The paint of your convertible gleamed like a ruby against the faded storefronts and sun-bleached signs that lined what you where begining to suspect was the main street.
You'd been driving for hours, and the low tire pressure warning had been glaring at you for the last thirty miles. The car handled like a dream otherwise—all 460 horses purring beneath the hood—but you weren't about to risk a blowout on some backwoods highway just because you were too stubborn to stop.
That's when you spotted it Teller-Morrow Automotive. The sign was bright, maybe gaudy to some but at least legible, and the lot was full of motorcycles that gleamed almost as brightly as your beautiful convertible.
You pulled in slowly, the Ferrari's engine note dropping to a refined growl as you eased off the throttle. The convertible top was down, your hair whipping in the breeze, and you could feel eyes on you before you'd even come to a complete stop.
The garage was exactly what you'd expected from a small-town operation—organized chaos with a side of motor oil. Several men in cute grey automotive shirts stopped what they were doing to watch you park. You could feel their stares like physical weight, assessment and curiosity mixed with something else you couldn't quite name.
You were used to attention—the car demanded it—but this felt different.
Maybe more intense.
You killed the engine and sat for a moment, checking your reflection in the rearview mirror. Your makeup was still perfect despite the drive, your lips still that deep red that matched the car. You looked exactly like what you were money. Old money, specifically.
The kind your family didn't apologize for having.
Slipping your sunglasses up into your hair, you opened the door and stepped out in one fluid motion. Your flats touched the concrete—you'd worn sensible shoes for driving, but your Louboutins were tucked safely in the passenger seat, waiting. You smoothed down your designer dress, a deceptively simple number that may have cost more than their monthly rent, and approached the garage.
"Buongiorno," you called out, your Italian accent wrapping around the english words that followed. "I need a service, per favore. And someone should check the air in my tires. The light, she has been on for many miles now."
The men exchanged glances. One of them, tall with a shock of dark hair and a cigarette dangling from his lips, nudged his companion—an older guy with scars and a wary expression. Another, built like he could bench-press your Ferrari, simply stared. But it was the blonde one who stepped forward, all swagger and blue eyes and that smile that probably melted hearts from here to Los Angeles.
"Hi there," he drawled, his voice smooth as in well practiced. He wiped his hands on a rag that had seen better days and extended one toward you. "I'm Jax. Jax Teller. How can we help?" He gestured broadly at the garage, at the men, at everything like he owned the whole damn town. Maybe he did. "We don't get a lot of Ferraris in Charming. What brings you to our little corner of paradise?"
You took his hand briefly—his grip was firm, confident—and offered him a polite smile that didn't quite reach your eyes. You'd met a thousand Jax Tellers in your life. Men who thought their charm was currency, who believed a smile and some swagger could open any door. They usually weren't wrong, but they'd never met someone like you.
"Is just a stop on the way," you replied, pulling your hand back and gesturing to the car. "I need someone good with the foreign cars. Someone who will treat her with respect, yes? She is very temperamental, my girl."
Jax's smile widened, and you could see him shifting tactics, leaning against your Ferrari like he had any right to touch her without permission. "Darlin', I've worked on everything from Harleys to Hondas. I think I can handle—"
"No." Your voice was soft but final, cutting through his pitch with the precision of a scalpel. You pointed past him to where a younger man stood frozen near a toolbox, his eyes wide and skittish. He had a nervous energy about him, tattoos covering his scalp in thick patterns, and he looked like he'd rather be anywhere but under your scrutiny. "I want the ... uh ... il omino to do it."
The garage fell silent. Someone dropped a wrench, the clang echoing in the sudden quiet.
Jax blinked, his smooth facade cracking just slightly. "Juice? You want Juice to work on a Ferrari ?"
"Sì. The little one, Juice." You nodded decisively, watching as the young man—Juice—looked like he might actually pass out. "He looks afraid of me. So he will be very, very careful, no? He will not make mistakes with my car."
The logic was flawless, and you could see Jax struggling to find an argument against it. The big guy—the one who looked like he could fold you in half without breaking a sweat—turned away, his shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter. The older scarred one just shook his head, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
"I... yeah, okay," Jax finally managed, looking between you and Juice like he couldn't quite believe what was happening. "Juice can handle it. Right, Juice?"
"Y-yeah. Yes. Absolutely." Juice stumbled forward, nearly tripping over his own feet. "I'll take good care of her. The car. Your car. I'll be very careful."
"Bene." You pulled your wallet from your Hermès—and extracted several bills. "For the service. Half in advance. You will call me when she is ready, sì?"
You handed the money to Juice, whose hands were actually trembling as he took it. Poor thing looked absolutely terrified. It was almost endearing.
Then you reached into the Ferrari and retrieved your red-bottomed Louboutins, the signature scarlet soles catching the sunlight. You sat on the edge of the driver's seat, slipped off your flats, and began the practiced ritual of sliding into the heels. The transformation was subtle but complete—you gained three inches of height and an unmeasurable amount of presence.
Standing, you smoothed your dress once more and pulled your sunglasses down over your eyes. "I will be back in a few hours. Perhaps four or five? That is enough time, yes?"
"More than enough," Jax said, and you could hear the confusion still lacing his voice. He wasn't used to being dismissed, you realized. Wasn't used to his charm failing so spectacularly.
You started to walk away, your heels clicking against the concrete with authoritative precision. You could feel all of them watching you go—the sway of your hips, the confidence in your stride, the way you moved like you owned not just the Ferrari but the entire world and were simply letting them borrow it for a while.
"Dude," you heard someone mutter behind you. "What the hell just happened?"
You smiled to yourself and kept walking.
The moment you were out of earshot, the lot erupted.
"Jesus Christ!" Chibs exhaled, his Scottish accent thick with disbelief as he stared at the spot where your Ferrari was parked.
"That," Bobby said slowly, "was about two hundred grand on wheels with legs that don't end."
"Did she just..." Tig trailed off, gesturing vaguely at Jax. "Did she just blow off the Jax? Twice?"
Jax was still standing there, looking somewhere between impressed and confused, like he'd just been hit by something he hadn't seen coming. "She asked for Juice," he said, like he still couldn't quite believe it.
All eyes turned to Juice, who had gone bright red and was clutching the bills you'd given him like they might evaporate.
"Don't fuck this up, brother," Opie said, but there was no malice in it—just genuine warning wrapped in humor.
"I won't! I swear to God, I won't." Juice looked down at the Ferrari like it was a live bomb. "I'm gonna treat this car better than my own mother."
"You don't talk to you mom." Happy pointed out with his characteristic glare.
"Then better than someone else's mother! I don't know! I just—I can't mess this up." Juice ran a hand over his head, anxiety radiating off him in waves. "Do you know how much this car costs? If I scratch it, Clay'll have me killed."
Chibs whistled low. "Ach, the way she shut down Jackie boy? Beautiful. Absolutely bloody beautiful."
"Okay, okay," Jax said, holding up his hands. "So she's not into the whole charm thing. That's fine."
Opie snorted. "From where I was standing, she made you look like a teenager."
"Nobody asked you, Ope."
"I'm just saying," Opie continued, grinning now, "maybe the prince of charming routine doesn't work anymore?."
Jax shot him a look but couldn't quite hide his own smile. "She'll come around. They always do."
"Keep telling yerself that, brother," Chibs laughed. "Meanwhile, Juicy boy here better make sure that car's in perfect condition."
Juice nodded vigorously, already pulling the Ferrari toward the bay with the kind of care usually reserved for handling explosives. "I got this. I totally got this... This is fine."
"You better," Tig called after him. "Because I want her to come back. Did you see that ass—"
They all watched as Juice began his work, treating every inch of the Ferrari like sacred ground. And as they drifted back to their own tasks, more than one of them found their thoughts drifting to the mysterious woman in the red-bottomed heels who'd just turned their ordinary day completely upside down.
When you returned several hours later, the sun was lower in the sky, painting everything in shades of gold and amber. You'd explored what little Charming had to offer—a café with surprisingly good espresso, a bookstore that was more charming than useful, and a park where children played while their mothers gossiped on benches. It was painfully American, painfully small-town, and painfully far from everything you'd ever known.
And yet, there was something peaceful about it. Something that reminded you of home—of the small towns where time moved slowly and everyone knew their neighbors. Corleone, perhaps, before the tourists came.
Or Savoca, with its quiet piazzas and the weight of history in every stone. Charming had that same feeling of a place where people belonged to each other, for better or worse.
You clicked your way back into the Teller-Morrow lot, immediately spotting your Ferrari. She'd been moved to the side, clearly finished, and Juice was standing beside her with a clipboard, nervously checking something. Jax was there too, leaning against a tool cart, and when he saw you approaching, that smile returned—different this time, more calculated.
"There she is," Jax said, pushing off from the cart. "Your chariot awaits, sweetheart."
You ignored the nickname and moved straight to the Ferrari, running your hand along her hood like greeting an old friend. "How did she do?"
"Perfect," Juice said quickly. "Oil change, tire pressure's all set, checked the brake fluid and coolant levels. Everything's running smooth."
"Good." You nodded approvingly, and Juice looked like you'd just given him a gold medal.
Jax circled around to the front of the car, his expression shifting into something more serious, more technical. "You know, I was looking at this while Juice worked. The Ferrari's got the F136 V8, right? Direct injection, flat-plane crank. Beautiful engineering. But I noticed your exhaust note's a little different than stock. You running aftermarket headers?"
He was testing you. Trying a different approach—if he couldn't charm you, maybe he could impress you with knowledge.
You tilted your head, studying him through your sunglasses. Then you smiled—a real smile this time, sharp and knowing.
"Tubi Style exhaust system," you said, your accent wrapping around the technical terms with practiced ease. "Not just the headers. Full system, cat-back. And before you ask, yes, I also have the Novitec Rosso carbon fiber intake system. It adds maybe fifteen horsepower, gives her better throttle response in the upper registers. The ECU has been remapped to compensate for the increased airflow."
Jax's eyebrows rose incrementally with each word.
You weren't finished. Walking around to the driver's side, you popped the hood—Juice scrambled to help you prop it open—you pointed out various components as you spoke. "The factory suspension was too soft for my taste, so I had them install-a the adjustable coilovers. Öhlins, from Sweden. Very good for the track days. And here, see? The brake calipers are Brembo GT-R, six-piston front, four-piston rear. The stock brakes, they were fine for the normal driving, but when you push her hard..." You made a dismissive gesture. "Not enough bite, you know?"
From somewhere behind Jax, you heard a snort of laughter. The big guy—was covering his mouth with his hand, his shoulders shaking with suppressed mirth as he watched Jax's face cycle through surprise, respect, and something that might have been the beginning of genuine interest.
"The interior, she is mostly stock," you continued, warming to your subject. "But the seats are the Daytona racing seats, not the standard. Better support for the... spirited driver. And the sound system is Bang & Olufsen, but that is just because I like the loud music, you understand?"
You closed the hood with a gentle but firm push, the kind that spoke of familiarity with expensive machinery. Then you turned to face Jax directly, removing your sunglasses so he could see your eyes—amused, and entirely unimpressed by his attempted peacocking.
"Did I pass your test, Mr. Teller?"
Jax had the grace to look slightly embarrassed, but that smile never quite left his face. "I wasn't testing you. Just... curious."
"Mmm. Of course." You didn't believe him for a second, and your tone made that clear.
Opie had given up trying to hide his laughter, a deep rumbling sound that seemed to come from somewhere in his chest. "I like her," he announced to no one in particular.
You offered him a small, acknowledging nod, a genuine smile crossing your face for the first time. "Grazie, Orso," you said warmly, the Italian rolling off your tongue like honey.
Opie blinked, clearly not understanding but somehow knowing it wasn't an insult. "What'd you call me?"
"Mr Bear," you translated, and there was something almost like jealousy in Jax's eyes at being left out of the moment.
Opie's grin widen.
Reaching into your pocket—the dress had pockets, praise whatever designer had finally figured that out—you pulled out a money clip thick with hundred-dollar bills. The clip itself was sterling silver, engraved with swirling letters spelling out "Per La Mia Puppeta" a gift from Papa.
You counted out what you owed, then added extra on top of that, the bills crisp and new like they'd come straight from the bank.
"For the service. And for the care Juice took with my car." You handed the stack to the young man, who stared at it like you'd just given him a winning lottery ticket. "You did well. Grazie."
"I... you're welcome? Thank you? I mean—" Juice fumbled for words, his whole face flushing red beneath his tattoos. "Anytime. Seriously, anytime you need work done, I'll—"
"I will remember," you assured him gently.
You tucked the money clip back into your pocket, then paused, a thought occurring to you. Turning to address the group at large—Jax, Opie, Juice, and a few others who had wandered over to see what the commotion was about—you asked, "Is there a hotel in this town? Somewhere... acceptable?"
"There's a motel on Route 18," one of them offered. He had "Happy" stitched on his vest, which seemed ironic given his scowl. "It's clean. Cheap."
You tried not to visibly wince at the word "cheap." In your experience, cheap and acceptable were rarely synonyms.
"There's also a bed and breakfast on Elm Street," Opie added, his voice more helpful than Happy's grunt. "Older lady runs it. Place is real nice, actually. Quiet."
"The B&B is your best bet," Jax said, and you noticed he'd moved closer, into your personal space in a way that would have been threatening if he wasn't so obvious about trying to be charming. "Mrs. Patterson keeps it spotless. Makes a hell of a breakfast too. I could... show you where it is, if you want. Town can be tricky to navigate if you don't know it."
"I have the GPS," you said simply, gesturing to your car. "But thank you for the recommendation. Elm Street, you said?"
"Yeah, but—" Jax started.
"I will find it. I am very good with the directions." You slipped back into the driver's seat, your dress riding up slightly before you adjusted it with practiced modesty. The engine came to life with that distinctive Ferrari growl, modified by your Tubi exhaust into something that sounded like controlled violence.
Jax stepped back, hands raised in a gesture of surrender that somehow still looked cocky.
"I see you can take a hint afterall" The words slipped out before you could stop them, delivered with just enough sweetness to make them sting.
Opie's laughter boomed across the lot. Even Juice cracked a smile.
Jax just grinned wider, like you'd issued a challenge rather than a dismissal. "You know what? I think Charming just got a lot more interesting."
You didn't dignify that with a response. Instead, you slipped your sunglasses back on, checked your mirrors, and prepared to reverse out of the lot.
"Hey!" Jax called out as you began to move. "We didn't get your name!"
You paused, considering. Then you shifted back into park and looked at him over your shoulder.
"No," you agreed pleasantly. "You didn't."
And with that, you rolled out of Teller-Morrow Automotive, leaving behind a group of bikers who suddenly found their usually predictable day anything but.
In your rearview mirror, you could see them standing there, watching you disappear down the street. Jax said something that made the others laugh, and you found yourself smiling despite yourself.
Charming, California was going to be... interesting.
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 summary: waiting for your boyfriend to finish up at the clubhouse, but you’re both too desperate to wait until you get home (Jax Teller x fem!reader)
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 warnings: smut, car sex, unprotected sex(it’s me😇), creampie, reader is mentioned to be on the pill, vp jax, reader is described as wearing a skirt, readers car isn’t described apart from having back doors (if this makes sense??), uh pretty sure that’s it but lmk if i missed any
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 word count: 1.8k
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 a/n: season one jax my beloved
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you’d arrived at the clubhouse when the boys were in chapel, waiting for them to get out as you hadn’t seen Jax all day. the thump of music from the current party happening making your head spin a little as you sat down next to some of the other girls you knew.
staying where you were sat as the chapel doors opened, watching him intently as he spoke to various people as he walked over to you.
his hands going to the couch behind your head as he leaned down to kiss you, your hands soothing across his chest while he mumbled against your lips.
“hi darlin’, you okay?”
nodding in response, eyes darting around the busy room before standing from the beat in leather couch.
hands soothing across his chest and under his kutte, the leather outlining the broadness of his shoulders. a pleased hum leaving you at the sight of him, while a knowing smirk worked its way onto his face.
reaching for one of his hands and leading him outside, mumbling out about just wanting to go home, but the words go in one ear and out the other. his attention locked on your hips as you walked, glancing over your shoulder at him at his lack of a reply and swatting at his chest.
“mhm sorry sweetheart”
his voice held that lustrous tone, one you’d grown familiar with. leading him towards your car, his mind wandering even further before your soft hands are cradling his face.
“can drop you off in the morning for your bike, would rather not flash everyone we pass”
the way his hands fall to your hips, and even under your skirt show he knows why you don’t want to go home on his bike. but the thoughts in his head started to take over, head nodding at any and all words falling from your lips while his hands kneaded at your ass under your skirt.
“Jax, are you even listening?”
the words fall from your lips softly, despite the hint of frustration plastered across your face. he’s nodding again, but more sincere than before— actually listening this time.
“you don’t wanna ride because you don’t wanna flash everyone, got it”
his hands continued exploring your body, palming and kneading at all the skin he could get his hands on. huffing out a breath of air as he leaned in to kiss you, soft at first before it became needy. his left hand leaving your body to fumble with the handle of the car door, getting it open and helping you inside.
letting his eyes flicker across your body appreciatively before he was leaning in to kiss you again, murmuring out against your lips.
“this okay darlin’? not pushing you, am i?”
shaking your head no in response, only to be met with a more serious look on Jax’s face. resting your hands on his shoulders and drawing shapes with your thumbs.
“words, use your words”
“it’s okay, this is okay”
and the smirk on his face made you smile, a swell of pride filling his chest as he climbed further into the car, your body scooting back as far as you could go to give him more room.
thighs spread as he settled as best he could between them, his big hands flipping up your skirt as his smirk deepened at the sight of your panties.
the delicate lace clinging to your curves, his head dropping to kiss across your throat and up your neck to whisper huskily in your ear.
“these for me?”
nodding as his thumbs hooked into the waistband and slowly pulling them off, a groan falling from his lips at the sight of your pussy drooling between your thighs.
hands moving down to tug at his belt, trying to get it open and sighing as it wouldn’t budge.
“eager huh?”
he chuckled out, sitting up on his knees as much as he could and working open his belt. watching him through your lashes as he shoved his jeans and boxers down enough to free his cock, the head of him already leaking precum.
pulling him down into another kiss and feeling him smirk against your lips, his cock laying heavy against your thigh.
“need you Jax”
another chuckle left him before he was kissing you again, all teeth and tongue as he rutted against your thigh.
whining at the feeling of him pulling back, watching him through hooded eyes as he reached forward into the front seat looking for your bag.
simply watching him as you knew what he was looking for, hearing him curse as he couldn’t find one.
“you always have one, what happened?”
shaking your head in amusement at his question, hands reaching up to cradle his face and pulling him down into another kiss, shorter this time but still filled with the same level of need as the others.
“last time i was here late with you, used it then”
a deep sigh pushing from his lips before they tugged up into a pout, his body pulling back from yours slightly.
irritation painted across his face while his blond locks framed his face, his mind racing and the thoughts of just continuing this when you both got home the foremost in his mind.
“got some at home, can finish this there”
he’d grumbled out, moving his hands to tuck himself back into his boxers before you were stopping him.
arms going around his neck and pulling him back down into another kiss, soft and chaste. whispering softly against his lips while holding his gaze.
“need you Jax, can’t start something and give up halfway through. besides, i’m on the pill”
the proposition has his breath catching in his throat, eyes searching yours and finding nothing but surety. hearing a mumbled and barely audible ‘christ’ fall from his lips, before he was contemplating again.
“we’ve never done it without one before”
but the soft and reassuring look on your face was all he needed. another kiss before pressed to your lips until he was pulling back and taking hold of his cock, pumping himself a couple of times before swiping the head of him through your folds. coating himself in your wetness before nudging himself at your entrance.
eyes flicking up to yours for permission, and getting a nod of approval.
hands grabbing at his biceps as he pushed into your warmth, walls pulsing around him and a shaky groan falling from his lips at the feeling.
the thing is, you and Jax had had sex many times before, but this was new. you’d never let him fuck without a condom before, didn’t want to risk anything.
but the feeling was new, and really welcomed.
it made you both feel closer.
the feeling of you around him was so familiar yet so new at the same time. Jax loved being inside you, helped ease him down after a long day, but this? this was possibly his new favourite.
“fuck feel so good darlin’,”
his groans were needier, the feeling of you around him had groan after groan leaving his lips like a fountain.
his arms on the seat on either side of your head as he slowly started to rock his hips, each drag of his cock had your fingers digging into his arms, nails making little crescent moon indents across his skin.
a cry of his name toppling from your lips caused his pace to pick up, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the confined space.
“jesus, so so good”
his tone dropped an octave lower, the last word catching in his throat as you clenched down on him.
the feeling too much, too good.
and you both felt it.
the pool of heat in the pit of your stomach grew with each push and pull of his hips, breath hitching in your throat before mumbling out to him.
his thrusts holding that same punishing pace he always set, your car rocking slightly with each rock he gave.
his right arm pulling back from next to your head, his hand shaking between your body to press his thumb to your clit. drawing circles in time with his thrusts, causing you to clench down around him again.
“shit— not gonna last long if you keep doing that baby”
the admission had a thrill of excitement running down your spine, knowing that you’re the reason he’s so close already just by letting him fuck you without a condom.
every delicious drag of his cock against your walls kept pushing you closer, mixed with the figure eights he was drawing across your clit. your words coming out in a breathless whine.
“Jax— close baby”
the confession had him groaning again, the pool in his belly matching the intensity of yours. his thrusts stuttering and his head dropping to your shoulder, groans muffled against your skin.
“that’s it, fuck, cum f’me darlin’”
the soft approval had your head nodding instinctively, dominant hand holding his jaw and pulling him down into a kiss. gasping against his lips with another deep thrust before toppling over, the coil in your belly snapping and your climax hitting you with a cry of his name.
his thrusts sloppy, working you through your release and working himself towards his own.
the way your breath continued to hitch, moans breathless and needy spurring him on.
“fuck baby, where? where’d you want it?”
since he buried himself inside, the question was floating around his head.
not wanting to make any decisions on it himself, he put it off until he had verbal confirmation from you.
“insides okay, don’t have anything to clean up with if you didn’t”
the words had a choked out chuckle leaving him, despite the moment you were both having.
his hips continued their sloppy thrusts against yours, chasing his climax and burying his face in against your throat.
both arms on either side of your head again while your fingers brushed through his hair, lips pressing a softer than expected kiss to his temple.
a muffled groan of your name toppling from his lips as his climax washed over him. the flutter of your walls around him having pushed him over.
his cock throbbing in your warmth before spurts of cum filled you, his groans turning needy again and his body staying on top of yours.
continuing to rake your fingers through the blond locks as his hips stilled against you, his cock remaining buried to the hilt as he basked in the aftermath of his high.
“fuck darlin’, too good t’me”
laughing softly at his words, watching him intently as he pulled back enough to meet your gaze. big hands soothing across your thighs while he reluctantly pulled from your warmth, and another groan leaving him at the sight of his cum dribbling out of you.
“can’t go back to fucking with a condom, y’know that? feel too good”
That kind of love that tastes like fire and gasoline. The kind you try to leave, but it claws its way back under your skin. Every time.
He hurts you. You hurt him. But somehow, it’s still love. Or something like it. Something dangerous, addictive, inevitable.
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warnings: swearing, a bit of aggression, a bit of adult content
push and pull
It was always like this.
One call in the middle of the night.
One word from him.
And I was back.
Back in that goddamn garage, sitting on a workbench, waiting for him like I didn't hate him last week. Like I didn't scream into my pillow and swear I'd never come back.
But here I was. Again.
He came in, shirt half undone, knuckles bruised.
Of course they were. They always were when he missed me.
"Thought you said you were done," he said, tossing his keys down.
"I am."
I was.
I think.
He looked at me like he always did — like I was his first sin and his last salvation.
And I hated how much I still wanted him.
"You don't get to be pissed, Jax. You're the one who disappears for days and then acts like I'm crazy for needing more than your ghost."
He stepped closer. His voice dropped.
"I never ghost you. I just get lost sometimes."
"You stay lost," I spat, standing up, chest to chest now, fire in my throat. "And then you come back with blood on your hands and my name in your mouth like it means something."
"It does."
He said it too fast.
Too easy.
I laughed — bitter, broken.
"Then why do I feel like I'm just one more thing you wreck when you can't fix yourself?"
Silence.
Sharp. Thick.
He stepped back. Ran a hand through his hair, the way he always did when he knew I was right but couldn't say it.
"I don't know how to do this right," he finally said.
"I don't know how to love without destroying shit."
I blinked. Tears threatened. But I wouldn't let them fall.
Not for him. Not tonight.
"I don't want perfect, Jax," I whispered. "I just want you to stay."
And then — just like always — he kissed me.
Hard. Desperate. Apologetic and selfish in the same breath.
Like if he kissed me hard enough, he could erase every time he made me feel unwanted.
I kissed him back.
Because pain was the only language we ever really spoke fluently.
And this?
This was our mother tongue.
The morning after.
The bedsheets still smelled like him. I was aching for him to be there in the morning. He could be the first thing i see and the first thing that comes to mind.
Leather. Cigarettes. Sweat.
I rolled over and reached for the other side.
Cold.
Of course.
Of fucking course.
His cut was gone from the chair. Boots too. No note.
Not even the half-empty bottle of whiskey he nursed while telling me he'd "figure shit out."
What a fucking joke.
He always said that — like "figuring it out" was a destination he could actually reach.
I started to believe he was a fucking joke. But i needed him anyway. Nobody understood. Not even us.
I sat up, pulled my knees to my chest.
Naked, except for the ache he always left behind.
In my ribs. In my head. Between my thighs.
This wasn't heartbreak.
It was habit.
A toxic, flesh-burning, soul-rotting habit.
And I let it in every time he knocked.
There was a knock now.
But not on the door.
On the window.
I turned, my heart was racing. I pulled the sheets closer to my body.
It was Tig.
Not Jax.
Of course not. Why would it be.
I slid it open, heart still pounding with the cruel kind of hope you only feel when you know you're about to be disappointed.
"He's gone?" I asked before Tig could say a word.
He looked at me, face heavy.
Didn't nod. Didn't speak. Just looked.
Which was worse. I hated when they did this. Everyone knew but everyone stayed quiet.
"Right," I whispered. "Thanks."
"You okay?" he finally said, softly, as if anyone in this club ever really was.
I laughed once. Bitter. I wasn’t even looking at him. I was staring the other side of the bed. The empty one.
"No. But I will be."
Tig didn't say more. He knew better.
He walked off and I closed the window, pulled the blanket around me, and sat there — in the wreckage of what last night almost felt like love.
But Jax never gave me love.
He gave me nights.
Then ghosts.
And I was tired of kissing the dead.
He didn’t even showed up until
the next couple of weeks. I was devastated. It was hard to admit that he was the only thing in my mind.
I was sipping a drink, head tilted back in laughter — for the first time in weeks — when I felt it.
That stare.
Across the room, jaw clenched, fist tight around a glass he didn't even realize was almost cracking in his hand. His hair was beautifully slicked back, his eyes were cold and yet still a gorgeous ice blue. His rings almost jingled on that glass as he nervously tapped it.
His eyes were fire.
But his body didn't move.
Not at first.
Then he did. It was actually scarier than the last time i saw him like this. I let out a deep sigh and was trying not to cry. Hard to admit it.
Walked straight up like the guy was already dead in his head.
Didn't even look at me.
"Back the fuck off," Jax said to him, low and lethal.
The guy blinked, confused.
"I didn't know she was taken—"
"She's not," i snapped. He was cold, at first he looked at him. Only him.
But Jax didn't even flinch.
He turned to me. And God, the look...
Like he hated me for trying to heal.
Like he loved me too much to let me.
"You tryna forget me?" he asked, voice hoarse.
"I've been trying," i said.
"Every time you leave. And for fucks sake. There was plenty of time.”
Silence.
Tension that could split skin.
"Get in the bike," he growled. "Now."
I stood my ground.
"I'm not yours to order, Jax."
His nostrils flared. He looked wrecked. Violent. Vulnerable.
And all at once, i knew: this was jealousy.
But it was more. Way more than that.
He thought he lost me for real this time.
He stepped closer.
Voice low.
"I can't watch you be with someone else, darlin'. I'll kill somethin'. Maybe him. Maybe everyone in this fucking place."
I stared back, throat tight. Stomach dropped, heart pounding. The habit that we can’t break.
“Can you get your head out of your fucking ass right now? I am not yours, Jackson.”
“Well, you didn’t say that when i was inside of you.” He spat out the sentence like it was nothing. Gave me a look that only an arrogant asshole could.
“Go fuck yourself. Or every other chick in town like you always do.”
There she was. My other side.
“Mouthy… Huh? You jealous? Maybe if you tried harder i would actually stayed with you all the god damn time and i wouldn’t need a fucking whore to do what you unfortunately can’t.”
He gave me a filthy look. He said it with venom. With filth.
Like he wanted to hurt me — really hurt me — just to feel something.
He did.
He raised his voice at me. That was the last drop. I raised my hand and i gave him a huge slap in his face.
The slap echoed like a gunshot across the room.
My palm stung. His face turned red where it landed.
He blinked. Jaw clenched. Eyes full of fury and something darker — shame.
I stepped back, shaking from the disappointment and the adrenaline.
“Jealous of what? You sick son of a bitch! Don’t you dare talk to me like that again. I’m done. For good.”
And then suddenly i felt the urge to leave. I could not hold them tears anymore. I left, slamming the door behind me. I drove home. My house, my home. It was empty, dark, cold and silent.
I was still in shock. Not that deep. But it was unpleasant for me. I had nothing to do just sitting on the couch in the living room. I smokes almost a whole pack of cigarettes.
He showed up two hours later.
Knuckles bruised — probably from punching a wall or someone who looked at him wrong.
Eyes wild. High on regret and low on words.
He banged on my door.
"Open the fuckin' door”
I didn't.
"I swear to God—please. Just let me talk."
I was considering it for a few minutes. Figured he can wait. And i opened it. A cigarette still in my hand, his white shirt around my upper body.
But I didn't say a word.
He stepped inside like he'd been drowning and I was the only shore left.
"I didn't mean that shit," he said, voice low, hoarse. "I was pissed. Jealous. Fucked up."
"You think I wanted to touch them bitches? That shit meant nothing. I was trying to make you feel what I felt."
"Congratulations," I snapped. "It worked."
Silence.
Then
"You're the only one who gets under my skin like this. The only one who makes me feel. And I don't know how to handle it, okay? I ruin shit. That's what I do."
I stepped up to him, eyes blazing.
"You didn't ruin this, Jax. You killed it. Slowly. With every lie. Every time you made me feel like I wasn't enough."
He stared at me. Something breaking in his face.
Something real.
Then he grabbed me.
Fist in my shirt. Mouth on mine.
No apologies now. Just teeth and tongue and rage.
I kissed him like i hated him.
Because part of me did.
He lifted me up and slammed me against the wall.
My legs wrapped around his waist like instinct.
I tugged his bright blonde hair, bit his juicy bottom lip — and he groaned like it hurt and turned him on at the same time.
"You make me fucking crazy," he growled.
"Good," I spat. "Go crazy."
Every sound was a confession neither of i could ever say out loud.
"You think anyone else could fuck you like this?" he snarled into my neck.
"I think anyone else wouldn't treat me like garbage," I gasped.
"But they wouldn't make you scream like this."
He smiled. That smile…
My nails dragged down his chest.
His hand slid under your thigh, lifting me up.
My legs wrapped around his waist like instinct, like home.
“This what you missed?” he growled, grinding into you.
“No,” i lied, biting his lip. “This is just closure.”
“Bullshit,” he groaned. “You’re mine. Still. Always.”
His thrusts were rough. His grip was bruising.
I pulled his gorgeous hair.
He choked on a moan when your mouth hit that spot behind his ear.
“You fuck me like you hate me,” I gasped out of breath.
“I do,” he growled into my neck. “I hate how much I need you.”
My body trembled. I came undone beneath him, against him, with him.
And still—it wasn’t enough.
We laid on the floor after, tangled in the sheets we didn’t even make it to.
My skin was marked. My lips were swollen. My breath—shaky.
Jax lay next to me, hand over his eyes like he couldn’t face what he just did. His body was unbelievably wonderful in those lights. There were barely any, just the small ones coming through the blinds from the street.
“I’m gonna lose you,” he murmured.
“You already did,” I whispered. I closed my eyes knowing i might not have been honest this time.
But your hand still reached for his.
Because no matter how fucked up it was, his fire was the only one ever warmed me.
ohhhh my godddddd I am 20 fucking minutes into the sons of anarchy pilot was no one going to tell me about Jax Teller????????? was I just supposed to find out about this man myself???????????????
I'm sorry:
calling his mom grandma
getting emo and nostalgic at all the old baby stuff
PLAYING WITH THE TOYS IN THE OLD BABY STUFF
first thing he did when he found out his ex wife delivered early because she was using again and his son was born 10 weeks premature with two separate serious complications?????? apologize for not knowing.
"she didn't want to see me, I didn't know-" BOUNDARY RESPECTING KINGGGG
"you don't have to do this you have other patients-" POOKIE. THAT'S IT. JUST POOKIE.
"go with Tara, I've got something I have to do"
beating the living SHIT out of the guy who sold drugs to his pregnant ex wife??????????
looks like a crystal gem fusion of peak 90s brad pitt and kurt cobain
I AM IN SUCH DEEP SHIT. I'M IN LOVE. I'M JUST POPPING OUT HIS CHILDREN LEFT RIGHT AND FUCKING SIDEWAYS. "ooh he's morally gray" I CAN'T READ SUDDENLY MORALLY GRAY??? IDK HER!!!! IM GONNA BITE HIS FUCKING THIGHS.
