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jaxteller87 · 4 days ago

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August 1 The Weather is hot but not as hot as you babe. As always 18+ Requested by the lovely @melissataggart87

“Hey Darling” drawled Jax as he came into the TM office a charming smile on his face that had heat pooling between your thighs. The blond haired, blue eyed biker had certainly got your attention. He was a walking red flag but you couldn’t help but fantasize about what it would be like to let him use you. But he was married to your sister.

“Jax” you greeted as you took a sip of the iced tea you had gotten at lunch a bit ago. The coolness doing nothing to soothe the heat inside let alone outside from the California sun.

“This heat is oppressive” he stated as he flopped down on the couch. The material creaking under his sudden weight. “Speaking of oppressive, how the hell are you working in this sweat box and not looking like a melted wax figure?” he asked as he reached for the fan on the table behind him and turned it on high.

You giggled and shook your head. “A bit dramatic there, don’t ya think?” you asked as you sat back in the chair. Your drink dripping water onto you as it sweated in the heat. “Besides you get used to the heat and if you don’t move you’re good”

Jax grinned at you as his eyes watched the drips of water slink down your skin. The strapless dress giving him ample view of your chest. Swallowing hard he thought about it bunched up around your waist as you rode him. He had been flirting and testing the water for weeks. He knew his best shot was now to make a move since all the other guys had called it early due to the heat. It was just the two of you out here.

“Thing is….I wanna move” started Jax lazily and low as if he was telling you a secret. “More so under you, cause while this weather is hot it’s not as hot as you babe” he finished with a Cheshire cat like grin as your eyed widened.

“Jax” you started as you shook your head and set your drink down. Sitting up right you shook your head. “My Sister”

“Doesn’t have to know.” Purred Jax with a chuckle. “Why are you fighting this, I know you want it as much as I do” he stated as his hands moved to his pants working on his belt and zipper. “So get over here and get on my cock pretty girl. Let me feel your heat” he added as he freed his cock and started stroking it.

You licked your lips as you watched him. Eyes glancing up and out the window that led to the garage it was empty as was the parking lot outside the open office door that led outside. Pushing back from the desk, chair wheels squeaking in the silence that had developed you walked slowly over to him, slipping out of your sandals as you went.

“Leave it on” stated Jax as he watched your hands start to go to unzip your dress. “Just bunch it up for me” he added as he watched you, his heart racing. He was nervous not because he was new to cheating, it was his specialty at this point to be honest. But it would be the first time he buried his cock in someone Tara loved and cared for.

Bunching your dress material up you got closer and moved over Jax until you were hovering over his hard cock. “So wet already” chuckled Jax as he used a hand to hook your panties and pool them to the side while his other hand teased your clit and entrance with his cock head.

You bit your lip as a moan left your mouth. “Just make sure to pull out Jax” you whispered as you started to lower yourself down making him hiss a fuck under his breath as he nodded.

A few minutes later your hand was tossed back, hands on his thighs as you rode him. Jax thrusting powerfully up into you as he held your waist tightly. He could feel his cock start to twitch and his balls tighten as his release got close. “Hop off” he growled as he started to slow so as to honor your request.

“No…don’t…ahh.. just fuck me” you panted and moaned, moving your hips faster. Jax tried to tell you again he was close but your head snapped up and your eyes met his. “Just fucking cum in me Jax” you yelled. Jax nodded and snapped his hips up powerfully into you as you called his name over and over as his cock spewed cum deep inside you as your body milked him.

That Night

Jax was asleep when he felt the covers by his hip lift. A hand pumping his cock had him groaning. Assuming it was Tara he rolled over only to pull his cock from the hand. Sitting up abruptly he realized Tara was still sound asleep. A small giggle had him looking to the floor next to the bed and he saw you in a sheer tank top and thong trying to be quiet. Raising a finger to his lips he moved to sit on the edge of the bed, opening his legs for you to crawl in. As your mouth went around his tip he closed his eyes, hands resting on your head. Yeah he thought, Tara was right, it was a good idea to let her little sister move in to help care for the boys.

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jaxteller87 · 5 days ago

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A Bit of Relief

Pairing: Jax Teller x fem!Reader Word Count: 3.4k [Jax Fic Masterlist]

Warnings/tags: 18+; explicit sexual content, period sex in the shower, newly established relationship

Summary: When both of your schedules constantly conflict for two weeks and keep you from each other, Jax doesn't care that you're on your period.

a/n: I'm currently on shark week and miserable myself, I figured I'd write this little self-indulgent thing really quick. Feedback and reblogs are always appreciated!

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Standing beneath the spray of your shower, the water cascaded over your shoulders, snaking its way down your naked body in warm rivulets. Eyelids slowly lowering as steam gradually filled the air, your right hand ran across the slippery skin of your abdomen in a slow circle, attempting to massage out the painful ache that’d been tormenting you since you’d woken. It was the second day of your period and the cramps had been so awful that you’d left your shift at St. Thomas a few hours early. Fortunately, the small hospital wasn’t busy today, which meant that no one really minded your absence.

You’d given Jax a quick call while you’d been driving back to your apartment just to let him know that you’d left work early, but truthfully you’d just missed the sound of his voice. It had been two weeks now that both of your schedules had been in constant conflict with each other, making it almost impossible for you to see each other. You’d only spent time with your boyfriend briefly in passing when Jax had stopped by to see you at the hospital, or sometimes just before falling asleep on the couple of nights he’d stayed over with you. Considering the relationship between you both was still relatively new, the lack of time spent together recently had been sheer torture. But to your surprise when you’d called Jax this afternoon, he’d informed you that the club was having a surprisingly slow and uneventful day, so you hadn’t hesitated to invite him over despite how miserable you felt.

Your plan had been to take a quick, warm shower while the ibuprofen you’d taken for your cramps once you’d gotten home slowly worked its way into your system. Trying to remain hopeful that either would help, you figured you’d be feeling at least marginally better by the time Jax had arrived at your apartment. But you must’ve lost track of time standing beneath the soothing spray of water in your shower focused on your painful cramps, because when the door to your bathroom opened and you heard Jax’s voice fill the small, steamy space, you jumped in surprise. Head darting over your shoulder to the steamed up glass of the shower door, you could just make out his form through it.

“Thought I heard you in here,” he said.

The second you saw the outline of him beginning to remove his leather kutte from his shoulders before setting it onto the edge of the bathroom counter, your eyes widened in horror at the possibility of him joining you in here while you were quite literally bleeding down the drain. The moment his hands grabbed onto the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head before tossing it to the bathroom floor, your suspicions were confirmed.

“Jax,” you called out hesitantly from inside the shower, catching the metal clink of his belt buckle as he undid it next, “what’re you doing?”

Through the steamy glass, you watched his hands slip into the waistband of both his jeans and boxer briefs before he pushed them down his legs in a single, swift motion. One after the other, his feet stepped out of the material that had sunk to the bathroom floor beside his discarded shirt.

“What do you think I’m doin’, baby?” he replied, a playfulness to his tone. “Neither of us have shit goin’ on for once. You asked me to come over and I found you in the shower. So now I’m gettin’ in the damn shower.”

The glass door slid open in a smooth glide a second later, revealing Jax’s handsome smirking face and naked body entirely to you. As it had for the past week, his new short hairstyle briefly threw you off. You still weren’t quite used to seeing him without those long, shaggy strands especially with how little you had seen each other since he’d cut it. But then your tongue slipped out nervously along your lips as you became painfully aware of the cramps still tightening in your lower abdomen, the uncomfortable bloating of your stomach, and the occasional trickle of blood sliding down between your thighs and mixing with the water. You felt disgusting. This was not how you’d wanted him to see you this afternoon, especially not after having been missing him for two weeks.

“Yeah, but I just told you I was on my period, too,” you stated, as if that explained everything.

“So?” he asked.

Stepping into the shower behind you, he closed the glass door after himself just as your head turned forward, facing the shower wall in front of you again as you awkwardly focused on the gray tile. Either unaware or uncaring of your awkwardness, Jax slipped his hands around your waist before both of his calloused, warm palms began kneading at your stomach, just below your belly button. His hands easily glided along your skin with the slickness of the water as he pressed himself into your back. At the feel of his cock fitting right between your wet ass, you swallowed hard.

“So I’m on my period,” you repeated more firmly.

“Maybe I just wanna help,” he murmured in a low rumble, his mouth lowering to just beside your ear. “You came home early from work not feelin’ good.” The tip of his nose gently brushed against your temple before he expelled a soft breath, the warmth of it passing over the side of your face. “Maybe I wanna help you feel good.”

Eyelids fluttering shut at his words, you felt your body unconsciously relaxing back against his solid, muscular one behind you. While his hands continued massaging your abdomen, you felt him beginning to slowly grind his cock against your ass, the appendage gradually stirring to life against your slick skin.

In all of your previous relationships, you’d never had a boyfriend or partner who even remotely wanted to touch you while on your period. While they all still had the nerve to ask for you to take care of them during your period weeks, none of them ever cared to return the favor, making it clear that they found something so natural so completely unappealing to them. Which is how you’d come to assume every man shared those sentiments.

“Thought guys were grossed out by periods?” you asked quietly.

He huffed out a breath, the warmth of it once more passing over your skin and causing goosebumps to raise along your forearms. His hands pressed a little more firmly into your abdomen, pulling you tighter against him behind you as he continued grinding his stiff length along your ass.

“I haven’t had you in half a month,” he pointed out, mouth still beside your ear. “You think a little blood is gonna stop me?”

Before you could even reply, one of his hands began to trail lower, slipping downwards until he was cupping your heat in his palm. The moment the rough pads of his fingers brushed over your clit, you inhaled sharply. The little bundle of nerves was always extra sensitive during your period, causing his light touch to feel better than usual. But your body tensed in his arms for an entirely different reason as he continued his ministrations–which he clearly noticed.

“Relax, darlin’,” he soothed. Shifting against you, his mouth lowered to your neck, placing a lingering kiss against the wet skin. “Your period doesn’t bother me,” he whispered in assurance against you. “Stop thinkin’ about it. Get outta your head.”

Trying to listen to him, you kept your eyes closed as you focused on the sensation of his fingers gently circling your clit, moving with just the right amount of pressure as he continued to press his length into your ass. Teeth sinking into your bottom lip, a soft noise of pleasure vibrated in your throat at how good just his fingers felt, your mind briefly drifting away from the pain of your cramps as it centered on the way he was so carefully touching you beneath the spray of water.

“There you go,” he encouraged quietly. “That’s it, baby. Lemme help.”

While he continued working your clit with deliberate motions, his other hand slid upwards from your stomach, engulfing your left breast in his palm. Jax gave the soft flesh a firm squeeze before the pad of his thumb brushed over your nipple a few times. He caught the quiet gasp that left you, a smirk sliding onto his lips that you could feel against your skin from where he’d buried his face into the crook of your neck.

“These sore, too?” he asked, giving your breast another squeeze.

“Mhmm,” you hummed.

Something like a grunt fell out of him at that, his damp facial hair tickling you where it brushed along your neck. You could feel the knot of desire tightening in your stomach instead, your cramps completely forgotten as the warm water continued to pour over the pair of you.

“Everything’s so sensitive right now, hmm?” he murmured.

You couldn’t help the way your back arched yourself further into him behind you, seeking more of his hot skin against yours as his left hand continued gently massaging your breast, his fingers carefully toying with your nipple. His other hand slipped lower until two of his fingers just dipped inside your aching, wet entrance. The motion of his hips hadn’t halted while he’d been touching you, his cock grinding a bit faster between the plushness of your ass with his own growing need. A quiet grunt came out muffled against your neck when he began to pump his two fingers in and out of you slowly, drawing a little moan out of you in return.

With a deep sigh at the sound, Jax finally raised his head from where it had been nuzzled against you. His lips once more brushed against your ear when he spoke. “You want me, baby?”

The answer to that was easy, your body already a mess of need from the little bit of stimulation he’d already given you. If he wasn’t going to be bothered by your period, you weren’t going to let it bother you right now, either. It’d been far too long since you’d both had each other like this and you missed him. So with a nod, you looked over your shoulder at him, your eyes meeting as the spray of the shower continued to pour over you both.

“Yes,” you answered.

Without wasting any more time, his fingers slipped out of you just as his other hand released your breast. Both of his hands came to land on your hips before he slowly turned you around to face him. Jax’s own need was written clear on his face, his eyes locked onto yours as he carefully walked you backwards in the small, steamy shower, moving you until your back hit the tiled wall. Almost instinctively, your hands were on his solid chest, feeling his steady pulse beneath your right palm.

Jax stepped forward, his eyes still holding yours as his knee gently nudged your thighs open wider. One hand sliding past your hip and down to the back of your thigh, he gripped it firmly in his fingers before hoisting it up over his hip, his other hand keeping you steady against the shower wall as he did. Once you were positioned, your leg wrapping around his waist, his hand left your thigh to grab the base of his thick cock, running the tip of it through your slick folds and gathering the wetness along himself. You felt your pussy clench in anticipation as he groaned out, the sound low and filthy in the shower.

He took a moment to line himself up with your entrance before he finally pressed his hips forward, sliding into you in a single, fluid stroke. Head dropping back against the wet tile behind you, you stared back at him through half-lidded eyes as a faint whine slipped out of your lips. Your pussy was just as sensitive as the rest of you, making the stretch of his cock inside of you somehow feel even better than all the other times you’d been together when you hadn’t been on your period.

With him finally inside of you, his hand returned to your thigh, gripping it more firmly with his fingers before he tugged it up even higher over his hip. A sharp gasp abruptly fell out of you as the shift in position had him sinking even deeper into you.

“Feel good?” he asked, a teasing smirk on his lips.

“Yes,” you replied breathlessly.

Jax began to move, his strokes starting slow and shallow at first as your sensitive pussy adjusted to him, your walls stretching to fit every thick inch of him. Your hands shifted up his chest until one of them dug your nails into his broad shoulder while the other gripped the now short hair at the nape of his neck. Jax grunted in response, his hips gradually beginning to pick up their pace as he began to fuck you a little harder.

“Startin’ to feel any better?” he asked.

Head nodding against the tiled wall, your eyes remained focused on his face, watching the little twitches of pleasure play over his features as he fucked you. The panting gasps of your own shallow breaths began filling the shower along with the steam as each thrust of his cock tightened that knot deep in your stomach.

“So much–better,” you panted out between his thrusts. “Missed you.”

His fingers tightened on your thigh as the corners of his lips curled even further into that familiar little cocky smirk he often had, the sight of it eliciting a soft moan from you. Beginning to increase his pace to something rougher and faster, you swore you could feel his cock making its way up to your damn stomach at this angle, your vision burning white each time he sharply snapped his hips into you.

“Missed you, too, darlin’,” he admitted, lowering his forehead to rest against yours. “Been too damn long. Can’t go that long again.”

Almost as if the confession had reminded him of just how long it had been, his strokes became even more forceful, his hips slamming you into the wall of the shower. A soft, wet thud punctuated each of his thrusts as your ass continued to smack into the wall behind you, that wave of pleasure only building faster inside of you as your nails bit harder into his shoulder.

“Pussy’s so fuckin’ wet and warm,” he growled, his eyes snapping shut. “Shit, baby. Feels so good.”

A low moan snuck its way up out of your throat at his words, but Jax leaned forward and closed the remaining distance as he crashed his mouth down hard onto yours, swallowing down every single noise that had been about to spill right out of you. He pushed his tongue into your mouth as short, sharp exhales flew from his nose with each relentless roll of his hips that drove his cock deeper and deeper. Readjusting his hold on your thigh, Jax pressed you more fully into the shower wall, his body flush against yours as he continued burying his cock further inside of you.

Both of your hands were in his hair, grabbing fistfuls of the short, damp strands now. At this point, you didn’t even care that everything was slick with a mixture of your blood, the water, and your own wetness as he continued to pump in and out of you with his relentless pace. You’d forgotten that you were even on your period, only focused on how good he was making you feel now as your slick bodies moved together, your own hips trying to match his pace.

His mouth fell off of yours, his own breaths coming in shallow, panting gasps that fell hot over your damp skin. The sounds you were both making–moaning and grunting and gasping–blocked out the sound of the water. You could feel yourself getting closer to your release, your fingers tightening their hold on the short strands of his hair.

“Christ–thatta girl,” Jax grunted out. “There ya go.”

With skin sliding against skin, your breaths mingling in the small space between you two, you could feel your orgasm steadily approaching. Your walls clenched his cock, gripping it firmly as you neared that delicious peak. His forehead dropped back down to yours, the water falling off of his chin and dripping down your chest as he kept up his pace.

“Yeah, baby. C’mon,” he coaxed. “Let go.”

His fingers were making rough indents against the flesh of your upper thigh with how tightly he was gripping it, holding it high up over his hip so he could keep hitting you just right. And when he heard the high pitched whines beginning to fall from between your parted lips, he suddenly pulled himself almost entirely out before sharply ramming his hips into you and holding himself there, hitting that spot that made your brain turn to nothing.

“Jax–Jax–Jax–”

You couldn’t do anything but stupidly babble his name at that point, especially when he pulled himself nearly out before abruptly snapping his hips back into you once more. A breathy, amused chuckle met your ears when the gesture broke off the repetition of his name, but you were far too gone at this point. All it took was another sharp slam of his hips again before you cried out, your pussy tightening around him as your forehead slipped away from his, your face burying against the side of his neck. You felt the resounding rumble of the pleased moan in his throat as he continued to ram into you a few more times, fucking you through your orgasm while your eyes nearly rolled back in ecstasy behind closed lids, finally coming on his cock.

“Fuck, there it is,” he groaned, his own voice strained. “Thatta girl.”

Keeping you pinned against the wall, his strokes grew sloppy as he continued fucking you, chasing after his own release. Still shaking with aftershocks of your own orgasm, your arms slipped down and wrapped around his shoulders as you clung to him, quiet moans still falling out of you as he kept going.

“Shit, baby–”

With a few more rough thrusts, you felt Jax sink himself fully inside of you before he spilled into you, the heat of his release filling you with warmth. Your face was still pressed against the side of his neck as his movements gradually slowed to a stop, his own loud, ragged breaths filling the shower.

Slowly, Jax lowered your leg from over his hip as both of his hands gripped your waist, keeping you steady so you didn't lose your balance and slip on the wet shower floor. Arms still wrapped around him, your eyes remained closed as you attempted to catch your breath while he carefully slid himself out of you. He turned and placed a soft kiss to the top of your head, his hand gently rubbing over the place on your thigh that he'd had a bruising grip on only moments ago.

“Told you a bit of blood wasn't gonna stop me,” he said, sounding out of breath. “Aren't orgasms s'posed to help with cramps or some shit?”

Pulling your face away from his neck, you met his gaze with your own worn yet contented expression. At this rate, you didn't care if your blood was mixed in with the mess of sex on both of yourselves, you'd just wash it off in a minute.

“Yeah,” you answered.

That damn smirk was back on his lips now, his head tilting to the side as the water continued to pour down over the both of you. “So?” he pressed, still out of breath. “You feelin’ better after that?”

Lips twisting into a little grin, you couldn't even deny that Jax fucking you had relieved the pain of your cramps far better than anything else you'd ever tried over the years. The smirk on his face only grew, as if he knew what you were thinking without you even giving voice to it.

“Much better,” you replied.

Looking quite pleased with himself, his hands wrapped around your waist as he gently tugged you away from the shower wall and against his warm, wet body. Relaxing into his embrace, you were glad you'd left work early and called him.

“Yeah,” he muttered smugly into your ear as he held you. “I fuckin’ thought so.”

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