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[dallianceangel]

I’m Not Proud Of It

Writing this has given me another idea for a fic 💗

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You slip out of the clubhouse wearing the same clothes you wore last night, grinning as your mind plays back the wild night you had with Chibs. As you head toward the exit, Jax catches you as he works on fixing a motorcycle in Teller-Morrow. His gaze follows you, and he grows suspicious as he notices Chibs licking his lips, a subtle sign of the recent encounter he had with his girlfriend’s daughter.

Jax lowers his voice. “You and her...?”

Chibs sighs, nodding his head. “Aye, but you know, I’m not proud of it.”

Jax chuckles, not believing a single word. “Yeah, right. I bet you felt proud last night.”

Chibs smiles, but it soon fades when his girlfriend’s face flashes in his mind and the guilt resurfaces. “It shouldn’t have happened.”

Jax goes back to fixing what he is working on, but continues the conversation. “Was it just the once?”

Chibs’ silence gives Jax the answer he suspected, it’s happened more than once. “Fuck.”

Chibs sighs, the guilt eating away at him. A little while later, during lunchtime, your mom arrives outside Teller-Morrow, cheerful and unaware of the situation. She heads into the office and greets Chibs with a warm smile, holding a bag of delicious goodies.

“Hey, love,” she says, giving Chibs a kiss on the cheek. “I brought us some lunch.”

Chibs forces a smile. “Hey, doll. I’m so hungry.”

As she talks to Chibs over lunch, his phone buzzes in his pocket. Chibs discreetly checks it—it’s a text from you. He fights back a smile as he reads the message.

"Last night was hot. Round two later? 😏"

Chibs quickly types back, his heart racing: “You’re trouble, lass. We’ll need to be careful.”

[etclouie]

action two with jax please

title; sex after cigarettes (Jax Teller x fem!reader)

prompts; 2) for our muses to go another round in the morning — from morning after starters

warnings; they’re not dating but basically are yk?, morning after, smut, minors do not interact!!!, riding, p in v, creampie, jax has a little breeding kink lol, i overuse the baby pet name (mb chat, it’s my fave😣☝️), abel and thomas mention at the end, but that’s it i think?? (1,033 words)

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Jax was laying on his back next to you in bed, cigarette dangling from between his lips while he trailed his fingers along the length of your back, slowly stirring you from your sleep.

“hm morning”

you greeted, smiling as he leaned in to kiss you, cigarette momentarily perched between his fingers.

he smelt like cigarettes, gun powder and the cologne you bought him—a heady mix of something so distinctly him, and something you loved a little too much.

“mornin’ darlin’, you sleep well?”

his voice was deep, a mix of disuse and that low tone he always had when he was in the mood.

you nodded in response, leaning in to kiss him again, a lazy and amused smirk on his face as your lips met again.

“yeah darlin’? you want another kiss, huh?”

he was teasing, and you both knew it.

instead of answering him, you climbed up into his lap, your hands moving across his chest while he continued to smirk at you.

“oh is this what we’re doin’ baby?”

Jax rocked his hips shallowly against yours, letting you feel how hard he was becoming. 

“you want to?”

he chuckled at your question, taking another drag from the cigarette while he nodded. 

his left hand squeezed your hip while the other flicked some of the ash from his cigarette into the ashtray on his nightstand, the very ashtray you’d gotten for him. 

“always want to with you, should know that by now”

you rolled your eyes, pushing back against his cock and pulling a low groan from his lips. 

“feel that baby? that’s all for you”

he rocked his hips up into you again, moving against each grind of your hips to try and gain that friction he so desperately craved. 

his hand squeezed your hip again, helping steady you as you leaned over him to lift from his lap enough to reach between your bodies to take hold of his cock, moving the head of him through your arousal before positioning him at your entrance. 

Jax watched you through hooded eyes, a low groan falling from his lips as you slowly sank down onto his cock. 

“shit darlin’,”

you both moaned out at the feeling once he bottomed out, sitting non moving for a moment. 

“hey, take a breath. i’ve got ya, always got ya”

his words grounded you, earning a nod in response. you took a minute, letting yourself adjust to the impressive size of him. 

after a minute, you were leaning in to kiss him again, moving your hands across his chest to grab onto his shoulders to steady yourself. 

with a careful steadiness, you started to move on his cock, the sound of your wetness filling the room along with the subtle sound of Jax tapping more of the ash into the ashtray. 

“that’s it darlin’, take what ya need”

his free hand helped to guide you, keeping your movements steady as you moved on his dick. 

you moaned with every drop down onto him, your ass slapping against his thighs with that perfect sound that had Jax groaning low in his throat. 

“fuck Jax..”

he pulled you down into another kiss, smirking against your lips as your cunt fluttered around him. 

his kisses trailed their way down your body, sucking periodically until his lips pressed to the skin between your boobs. 

you dropped down onto his cock again, using your enthusiasm to keep your rhythm going even as Jax started to lav attention to your nipples. 

he lapped and sucked at them, alternating his attention to each breast while you moaned above him. 

“fuckin’ love these tits baby”

his tongue circled each peak, eyes focused on your face as you tried to focus on your climax. 

each flick of his tongue had pleasure zinging through your body, making your clit throb and your walls flutter around him, teetering on the brink of your release. 

“Jax baby..”

your pace faltered slightly as you whined, moving a hand up to tangle in his hair to tug his head back and away from your boobs, surging forward and kissing him deeply as you chased your climax. 

“gonna cum for me?”

you nodded, moaning against his lips with every drop down onto him. each drop onto his cock sending you hurtling towards your climax with a cry of his name. 

he smirked up at you as your face knitted together in pleasure, watching as you crested over the edge with a lewd moan. 

“there we go”

Jax cooed, squeezing your hips with both hands as your cunt spasmed greedily around him, your release coating his cock. 

you knew Jax was on the edge too, chasing his own climax as you basked in the high of your own. 

his hips rocked up into you again and again, quickly following you over the edge with a throaty groan. 

“shit baby, take it like a good girl”

he grunted as he spilled himself into your warmth, burying himself to the hilt and grinding shallowly against you. 

“good fuckin’ girl, darlin’,”

Jax’s hands soothed across your sides, pulling you down to lay against his chest as your joint climaxes buzzed in the air. 

a sated look on your face that Jax loved, while a satisfied smirk planted itself on his face. 

his fingers trailed the length of your back, holding you to his chest. he leaned in, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. 

you smiled at Jax’s after sex softness, lifting your head and smiling up at him, giggling as he ducked his head to capture your lips in another kiss. 

it was nice, moments like this. 

but Abel and Thomas always had other ideas. today no different. 

as Jax tried to deepen the kiss, Thomas’ cries rang out through the baby monitor. 

“shit”

you frowned as Jax cursed, stealing a final kiss before he was pulling you off of his cock and climbing out of bed, pulling on a pair of sweatpants before heading for the door. 

“sorry darlin’, boys’ll never let me make them a little sister”

his words had you shaking your head, a small smile tugging at your lips as he disappeared out the door. 

“asshole”

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[lunajay33]

His Flower Part.2

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Summary: You moved away for a few years but you missed home, missed you brother Opie when you find out your sister in law died you move back to charming, what you didn’t expect was to be sucked into their world, but meeting a certain Scotsman changes everything

Pairing: Chibs Telford x f!reader

Warning: Age Gap, violence, 18+

Part.1

•Masterlist•

I’m not stupid or naive, I know what the MC does I grew up around it even if dad and Opie tried to keep me from it, but that’s what they do and I have no right to complain, matter of fact I kinda like it, they’re badasses and right now the sight I’m seeing is throwing my system into over drive

The guys had just got back from a fight with the niners, some guys roughed up, when Chibs came and slouched on the couch next to me I wanted to jump his bones, his hands bloody, a cut and bruise sporting his cheek and those scars did something to me

He huffs as he rolls his head towards me a smirk evident on his face

“Aye lassy is me getting my ass beat making yer panties wet” god this man had a filthy mouth

“Let me patch you up” I quickly grab the aid kit and start cleaning and wrapping his hands, disinfecting the cut I can’t help but move closer feeling like a deer under a coyotes stare, his eyes never leaving my face

“You know I think you might have a starting problem” I snicker as I throw the bloody wipes on the table across from us

“And I think ye enjoy it, think ye want any excuse ta touch me” his accent thick

“Well maybe if you were working on trying to win me over I wouldn’t have to find an excuse Scotsman” I can see the gears turning behind his eyes and a devilish smirks widens accentuation his scars and I can’t help but gently trace my thumb along his right cheek and he falters leaning into my touch

“Aye darlin keep doing stuff like this I might have ya keep ye all to myself”

“Let me take ye for a ride on my bike” I know riding on a man’s bike was serious, especially in this group

“Really?” I feel sparks ignite in my chest

“Come on baby girl, this’ll be the first challenge maybe ye can reward me after” he sends a wink as he takes my hand and leads me outside as the guys whistle as we leave, the night is warm and the only sound is cars passing by, he sits on his bike handing me a helmet, I’m hesitant to get on and he notices

“Ye nervous lassy?”

“I’ve never really been on a bike before” his eyebrows furrow

“How the hell is that possible, yer brotha and old man live on bikes”

“Yeah well they always said it was too dangerous, you’ll take it slow right?”

“Of course wouldn’t wanna hurt the precious cargo” I roll my eyes and get on behind him wrapping my arms around his sides and the bike rumbles to life sending a bolt through me in all the right places

He drives off the lot down the road the wind rushing past us, not going too fast or too slow but it felt freeing like I’ve always meant to be on the back of a bike

We pull up to the outlook over charming, from up here it seems just like any other town, quiet, normal, he shuts off the bike and I get off but he’s quick to set me on his lap, throwing both our helmets to the side, his hands holding my waist

“So baby girl how was yer first ride?”

“Amazing, I could get use to it Scotsman, I believe you deserve a reward right about now”

“Oh really ye gonna try and fuck me right now” he asks his hands coming to my ass and pulling me closer

“You wish, like I said I’m not just some gash you can have at your beckon call, but I’ll start with something fun” I tease our lips just touching till I grab his face and smack our lips together, all the tension building between us snapping at this very moment

The kiss is rough and sloppy but god does it feel good, having his hands all over me, feeling him through my shorts as I grind down on him hearing him groan was like music to my ears

Pulling away when I’m desperate for air I lean my forehead against his as we catch our breaths

“Shite darlin yer a piece of work” he laughs

“You say that like it’s such a bad thing” I smirk

“Maybe I like a challenge lil lady, and if this is just the start of yer rewards ye better buckle up lassy” his hand comes down smacking my ass

•

The kids had a long weekend so I had mom take care of them, surprisingly she was excited to get some time with the kids, maybe because she didn’t really have to be responsible for them long term

The club was a bit rowdy, crow eaters all over the place making me scoff, seeing some of the guys pussy drunk is one thing as they make out and flirt throughout the bar but seeing a girl hang off chibs bothered me, of course we aren’t together but after that kiss, after he said he liked the challenge it just made me confused and well jealous

Opie sat next to me catches onto my mood change as he follows what I’m looking at

“It’s what the crew does y/n, you’re only gonna get hurt” he sighs taking a drink of his beer

Chibs catches me looking and I look away down at my drink

“I just thought he was different”

“Always a hopeless romantic”

I jump when I hear that deep voice behind me

“Mind if I get a word lassy?” I turn wanting to say no, to just end this before I fall too hard but the way he’s looking at me, I can’t deny it

“Fine” he leads me to his dorm room in the back of the club, closing the door the noise is drowned out

“Shouldn’t you be out there playing with that easy gash” I groan as I sit down on the bed, he comes over stand between my legs

“Is that jealousy I hear?” I scoff brushing his hand away from where he rubbed his thumb over my cheek

“Like I said before I’m not some hussy you can toy with, I guess you don’t want any more rewards” I brush past him towards the door and as I’m about to open it his hand comes to the side of my head closing it shut, my breath hitches as I turn and he’s mere inches away from me

“What is it darlin, only want me to play with ye?” I look up at him like I’m in a trance

“And if I said yes?” I can’t help but run my hands down his chest, the cool leather of the kutte

“I ain’t some prick baby, if he want me to yerself he just gotta say so” he smirks knowing if I do it’ll be admitting my jealousy

“Come on lassy say it” his thumb drags down my lip

“Fine….”

“Fine what?”

“Just me, only me Chibs” I whisper

“Then only ye lil darlin”

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Part.3

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[violentdelightsandviolentends]

please please please something w jealous / possessive jax

answering as a blurb because I think we all need this on a saturday night in november. smut warning obvs

“Do I not give you enough attention, pretty girl?”

All you can do is whine in response, eyes rolling back in your head as his hips slam into yours.

He had you bent over the kitchen counter the minute the two of you got home, wasting no time ripping your panties down your legs and folding you in half the way he wanted.

“Is that why you kept looking at Chibs? Hmm? You think he can give you something that I can’t?”

You try to shake your head, but a particularly sharp thrust sends you careening forwards. You’re convinced you’d fly over the countertop if it wasn’t for Jax’s bruising grip on your hips.

“You’re mine,” he grits out, mouthing at the spot underneath your ear. “Mine, you hear me?”

Your knees buckle as you grapple for leverage, your boyfriend’s hips the only thing keeping you upright. Your breath is coming out in short, sharp pants, lungs burning as you try to process the intensity of the moment.

“Say it.”

“J-Jax, baby- fuck- huh?”

“Tell me you’re mine. Say it. Now.”

Jax wraps a huge hand around your throat, plastering your back to his front as he hits a spot inside of you that makes you weak.

“I’m yours,” you manage to breathe out. “All yours, Jax.”

“Gonna make sure you don’t forget it. Make sure everyone else knows it too. You’re not gonna be able to walk for a week, darlin’. And you’re gonna wear these bruises all pretty, yeah? Just in case there was any fuckin’ doubt about who you belong to.”

You see stars when you come, legs shaking and sweat dripping down your back. Jax sinks his teeth into your shoulder when he finds his release, marking you up for good measure.

“How the fuck am I supposed to cover up a bite mark, Jax?”

“You’re not,” he murmurs, and you can hear the grin in his voice. “That’s the point.”

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

thoughts of riding chibs telford bc im literally incapable of getting him out my mind

fem!reader, mdni. 300ish words. cw. a horny ovulating writer with no shame

both of you are on the sofa, you atop chibs’ lap. you’re facing him head on, arms loosely connecting behind his neck — fingers twirling with the ends of his greying hair. you sit on his cock, the full length of him tucked inside you comfortably. the small, lazy grinds of your hips momentarily releasing the suction-like grip you have around him.

your chest pushes outwards as your head falls back, tits squishing somewhere near his sternum, holding him close with the hands you have behind his neck. your lips part and your eyes squeeze closed, growing far too engrossed to notice his lusty gaze on you. soft dark brown eyes following with entrancement.

he peppers kisses to your elongated throat, trailing upwards until he meets your chin. he nibbles at it faintly, toothed hold mere as it keeps your head pinned back — keeping you exposed for him.

“fuckin’ fantastic, lovie,” he whispers into your skin, sealing his praise with a kiss into where he just spoke. 

his hold on your mid back falls, palms settling on your hips as if to help guide you — urge your movements like he was becoming restless. the subtle, wet clicking of your cunt increases in volume, strained breaths from you both accompanying the lewd noises. 

with the pace quickening ever so slightly, you slip your fingers up the back of his head, needily raking through the cigarette-stained strands of hair.

“pussy’s makin’ a mess,” he teases, accent thick despite his voice being soft.

he couldn’t see it, but he could feel it. more and more of your arousal seeping out and spilling down his cock and off his balls. a milky white trail providing evidence for the leisure, loving fucking. though the inability to see the said evidence practically killed him — his curious and attentive nature eager to see your cunt’s messy state. impatient and hopelessly desperate to see it.

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sigh.. daydreaming. found this in my drafts and cba to check if makes sense😭 it’ll have to do

[ravennaortiz]

Silver Fox Daddy

This story came from the Daddy Dom Headcanon and is for the lovely @privatetruths

As always 18+. Smut below the cut! Rough oral (m receiving), spanking, light face slapping, semi public

“Sorry daddy for being naughty” you whispered as you laying over Chibs knees. Your ass felt like it was on fire from the spanking you had been getting for the last five minutes. You had only been teasing him when you had told him maybe you deserved a spanking for continuing to call him daddy in the store. You had been loud and obnoxious drawing to much attention for his liking. You knew he worried about your age gap and you loved to get him riled up about it. Never had you imagined him dragging you into the stores dressing room and bending you over his knee in the cramped space.

Chibs chuckled darkly as he adjusted himself on the small bench. His erection painfully cramped under your body and his jeans. “Just can’t learn to watch that mouth can ye Lassie” murmured Chibs as he kneaded your bruising ass cheeks making you squirm and whimper. Chibs grinned as he shoved you off his lap to undo his jeans. He groaned and tilted his head back against the mirror behind him as he freed his cock.

You sat sniffling on the dressing room floor. Eyes following his cock as it bobbed in the air. Your mouth watered at the thought of him forcing you too blow him. Making your makeup run more as he used your mouth for his pleasure. The sounds and shadows of people passing on the other side of the thin curtain had heat pooling even more between your thighs.

Chibs opened his eyes as he used one hand to lightly stroke his aching cock. Hs eyes boring into you as you sat entranced by his actions. This was out of character for him and a small part of him wanted to stop and take you home. The other part wanted those pretty lips around him while your doe eyes locked on his. To caress your face as he filled your throat. Too sit on your face as he fucked your mouth like it was your pussy.

“Come here Lassie.” Beckoned Chibs as he continued to stroke himself as he opened his legs wide for you. Swallowing hard you moved between his knees, smiling as he caressed your head gently. Obediently you opened your mouth as he gently steered your head to his cock. You moaned as the first taste of his precum hit your taste buds. “Shh” hushed Chibs as he popped your cheek with two fingers. “Be a quiet girl while you suck Daddies cock”.

You use your tongue to flick the underside of the head of his cock each time he enters your mouth as he begins to slowly thrust in and out of your mouth. Hands on either side of your head slowly guiding you up and down. Your try to go at your own pace but he just tightens his grip and thrusts one time quickly making you gag as the tip hits the back of your throat painfully. “I’ll decide how fast I get off kitten” growls Chibs as he smiles down at you as your eyes lock with his. You nod as best you can with a cock stuffed in your mouth.

Chibs keeps his eyes locked on yours as he continued to fuck your mouth. You rest your hands on his thighs, working on breathing through your nose as he keeps your mouth stuffed. Drool bubbles out around him, coating his lap and running down into your hair, neck and chest. Chibs grunts as he feels his orgasm building. The sight before him of your face covered in makeup and drool combined with the sensation of your warm, wet, mouth has him yanking from you harshly. You pant trying to catch your breath as you move your sore jaw around.

Chibs opens his eyes as he regains control. The sight of his cock resting on your forehead makes him smile. Gently he brushes away your drool from your lips. “Doing so well. So pretty with me cock in your mouth” he coos making your grin at him.

Carefully he gets down on the ground with you. You swallow hard in anticipation of him impaling you on his cock finally as he grabs for your legs. Quickly you open them wide revealing your sticky thighs and dripping hole. “Sorry love. As inviting as she looks I have to decline until we get home” stated Chibs as he closed your legs and straddles your chest. Confusion washed over you as he shoved you farther under the bench until your mouth was below his cock.

“Gonna fuck that mouth some more.” Stated Chibs as he turned around over you resting his balls on your forehead as his cock slipped back into your mouth. “Good girl” murmured Chibs as he slid farther in. This angle had you struggling for air and your hand snaked down to your pussy. “Don’t” stated Chibs lowly as he watched your hand. Once you had moved your hand back to lay by your side he began to fuck into your mouth. He quickly started violently thrusting into your throat as his hands came to wrap around it. His grip making your throat constrict around his cock even tighter than before. You choked and gagged, vison tunneling as he used your mouth like his personal fleshlight. You pussy throbbed and clenched around nothing. Your arousal pooling under you as you bucked your hips involuntarily.

Without warning a couple minutes later Chibs yanked from your mouth with a feral moan. His cock sprayed you with his hot seed as he coated your hair, face and chest with his release. Once he was empty he let his cock flop onto your cheek as he panted over you. “You are so beautiful covered in my cum lassie.” He murmured as he used two fingers to bring some up to your lips. Painting them with his cum before pushing them into your mouth. You moaned at the taste of him as he fucked his cum into your mouth.

Before either of you could say or do anything else a voice came from the other side of the curtain. “Police have been called. I suggest you cleaned up and get out before they arrive.”

“We get home I’m gonna fill that pussy with cum and then move on to that ass. Then back to ye mouth. Won’t be any sleep tonight” stated Chibs as he put his cock away and stood up zipping his pants.

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[secretlysamcro]

Mugshot Madness | 🖤🐦‍⬛

Jax reacting to you (his younger gf) sticking his mugshot up on the fridge 🍒✨🌺🖤🫶🏽

HUGE shoutout to my cherry pie gyalllll @jinxedkaix the ideas you come up with? 😮‍💨 honestly means so so so so so much that you trust me to make them come to life, love ya forever 🤭💅🏽

TW: Mild smut of course, it’s me ffs.

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xoxo secretlysamcro

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i can fix him (no really i can) (m) (chibs telford) | 04

It was as if the pieces began to slide into place. He had pulled away from her the moment she had stepped back into Charming. Not in an obvious, cruel way, but in that subtle, almost imperceptible retreat of someone who had already decided he wasn’t allowed to want something.

pairing: filip “chibs” telford x eloise “ellie” teller (original female character)

genre: angst, fluff, mature.

content warnings: cursing, depiction of loss and family issues.

author's note: it's been a while! please tell me what you think of this, your feedback is always welcomed 🥰

tag list: @daphnen21 @undead-ahead-wh0re

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Ellie’s phone vibrated, the ringtone so loud that the noise drowned the chirping of the birds that had nested in the tree outside her window.

With her face still buried in the pillow, she stretched out an arm to grab the device. Not even bothering to glance at the name on the screen, Ellie pressed the green button before pulling it to her ear.

“What?”

“Damn, not even a good morning?” A feminine voice said through the speaker. “California’s rudeness has rubbed off on you this soon?”

“I’m sorry, Maya.” Ellie turned to lie on her back, unable to open her eyes. “I got to the hotel pretty late. It’s seven in the morning over here.”

“Yeah, I figured. But I couldn’t wait any longer, I wanted to know how it went.”

Ellie’s mind regressed to the night before. Immediately, her heart sank.

“Should there be more?”

Chibs held her gaze for a moment, the weight of her words sinking in. His heart tightened, but he quickly shook his head, his cigarette dangling loosely from his fingers as he took another drag. He let the smoke settle in his lungs, then blew it out. It dissolved in the cool evening air.

Six years. Six fucking years. And yet, here they were, just as tangled as before.

“Maybe you should ask yourself that.”

Ellie didn’t answer, her eyes fixed in the darkening horizon. But he saw her clench her jaw.

Upon her silence, Chibs resumed:

“I’ve seen you grow, Ellie.” He began, turning Ellie’s stomach. Why did he have to say it like that, as if explaining it to a small child? Would he always see her like that? “I could never see further than that.”

God, she wanted to scream and kick the floor. Six years away and she still hadn’t learned to not make a fool of herself in front of him. It was pathetic, really.

Ellie’s eyes flicked to him, sharp and defensive.

“It’s fine, Filip.” She said, quietly. A small fake smile splattered on her face. “I did something stupid at a time when I was vulnerable. You did what you had to do.”

The girl turned her back to him then. She threw the remains of her cigarette to the concrete and stepped on it to extinguish it.

“I came back because my brother needs me, because my nephew needs me. That’s all I’m on.” She let the words fall from her lips like a shield, even though they didn’t feel like the truth. “You don’t have to worry about me or my feelings anymore. I can handle myself. I’m a grown woman.”

“Well, it was… expected.”

Silence took over the call for a moment.

“I’m sorry, Ellie.” The girl opened her eyes, staring at the ceiling above her. “Are you okay?”

“I am. I just…” Ellie stopped herself. “I knew exactly how my mom would react, and yet she disappointed me, you know?”

“It makes perfect sense, actually.” Maya said, and Ellie couldn’t see her, but she knew she was nodding her head. “You were hoping for something different, something better. I think everyone has someone they know will let them down, but they keep holding out hope that, one time, it will be different. And when that hope gets crushed, they feel like they were the ones who were wrong for expecting more. It’s okay to be disappointed, Ellie. Fuck, I’d be, too. But sometimes people can’t give you what you need, even when they’re supposed to. Wanting it doesn’t make you weak or foolish.”

Ellie, who had sat with her back against the headboard, grabbed her best friend’s words and took them close to her heart. They were warm, comforting. She held onto them.

“Have I ever told you how much I love you?”

“You have, but it’s always nice to hear it.” Maya let out a giggle. “I just want you to be okay. Will you be okay?”

Ellie’s eyes drifted to the window, the sunlight barely creeping through the curtains. for a moment, she allowed herself to feel the weight of everything: the confusion, the pain, the disappointment. She wasn’t in her childhood home, forced to hide her emotions. Right there, in a little room of a hotel in her hometown, she found a fleeting shelter.

A small breath escaped her lips as she smiled.

“What are you talking about? I will.” She answered, her voice a little steadier. “I’m a tough kid.”

“Is it weird that I’m nervous?”

Jax’s soft laugh filled the elevator.

“What for?”

“Maybe nervous isn’t the correct word. Excited? I’m literally shaking, look.”

Ellie stretched her arm and held it in the air so that Jackson could see her wobbling hand.

The elevator dinged as they reached the sixth floor, where the neonatal unit could be found. Ellie followed Jax through the white, brightly-lit corridors, the sterile smell sticking to her nostrils.

They turned a corner and walked to the end of the hallway. Past a viewing panel, Jax opened a door and stepped aside, allowing Ellie to step into the room first.

There, inside an incubator, a newborn seemed to be peacefully sleeping. Ellie went mute as she left her purse in a chair by the door, walking forward until she was in front of the incubator. Her first instinct was to touch him, but her plan found the cold wall of the machine. She didn’t care.

Ellie couldn’t utter a word, too overwhelmed by emotions. Her brother, a person she had known forever, had made a baby. How crazy was that?

As if sensing movement outside, Abel shifted slightly.

“Doctor says he’s doing great.” Jax said, reading his little sister’s expressions. “In spite of it all, he’s going to be okay.”

Ellie just couldn’t take her eyes from Abel. Never would she have thought something so small could hold such strength.

“Hi, Abel.” She whispered, finally finding her voice. “You’re so beautiful.”

Her voice cracked, and so she went mute again. She blinks quickly, trying to get rid of the tears that had gathered in her eyes. But Jax was family, after all, and knew how to read her. He took a step forward and stood beside her, his palm finding her back to caress it.

“You can cry, Ellie.” He said, softly. “He’s worth crying over.”

Ellie looked up to his brother, her lips pressed into a smile. Jax was right: he absolutely was.

“Hi, baby. I’m your aunt, I’m Aunt Eloise.” Once again, Abel shifted in the crib as if he could hear what she was saying. “I’m going to buy you so many toys, and so much candy.”

Ellie had sacrificed a lot of things the moment she decided to leave Charming. First and foremost, her family. She had always known it wasn’t the best, but it was hers.

She had missed out on being there as Opie and Donna’s kids grew up, watching Jax turn into the man he was today.

The plan had been clear from the start: staying in Charming for at least two months, knowing Jax would need all the help he could get with Abel.

And now that she had seen Abel, she didn’t want to see anything else.

She couldn’t help but wonder if she would be able to pack her stuff as easily as she had thought. How could she leave him? How could she walk away from his little life, one she wanted so desperately to be a part of?

Just the thought of missing out on watching him grow up tore her heart apart.

But millions of people lived far away from home, right? She could still visit on Christmas and birthdays. She could still call him every day.

It had been enough once. Why didn’t it feel enough now?

As Ellie stood in front of Abel’s incubator, the weight of her conflicting emotions felt almost unbearable. She wanted to stay, to be there for Jax, for Abel, but the reality of it all, the life she had left behind in Charming, the life she’d tried to escape, pushed her away with immense force.

She turned her head slightly to glance at Jax, who had been quietly watching her process the moment. He seemed to be deep in thought too, standing a few steps back, giving her space.

The quiet hum of the hospital seemed to deepen, and before Ellie could say anything more, Jax’s phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out, glancing at the screen before he answered it.

Ellie didn’t want to listen to his conversation, but the quiet buzz of his voice filled the room as he stepped back toward the door, glancing at her before walking out into the hallway. She followed him, not wanting to leave Abel but knowing she had to, feeling as if there was an unspoken understanding between the two of them that this wasn’t the end.

Jax’s voice softened as he spoke, stepping further away to take the call in private, though Ellie could still hear snippets of his conversation. He was probably speaking with someone from the club, a member or someone who needed something.

Ellie quietly stepped into the hallway, hands tucked into the pockets of her jacket, her mind still focused on Abel. She needed a minute to process everything, to figure out how to handle the pull between her past and the life she wanted for herself.

As she turned down the corridor, she noticed a familiar face approaching. She blinked, her heart skipping a beat as the last person she expected to see emerged from the hallway.

Tara Knowles, looking as composed and as put-together as always, was walking toward her, a light frown on her face as she glanced at Ellie. It only took a second for both of them to recognize each other. Tara’s eyes widened in recognition, followed by a surprised, almost disbelieving expression.

“Ellie?” Tara asked, softly, with a mixture of surprise and something else. Curiosity? Concern? Ellie couldn't tell.

Ellie’s heart fluttered. She hadn’t seen Tara in years, not since the day she’d left Charming. Their relationship had never been bad, but she had seen how Tara’s departure had broken Jax’s heart.

It was difficult to be objective in times like those.

The youngest Teller smiled faintly, feeling awkward but trying to make the best of it.

“Hi, Tara.” She said, offering a nod of acknowledgment. “It’s been a while.”

Tara blinked, still processing the fact that Ellie was in front of her.

“A while?” Her lips curled into a faint but genuine smile. “It’s been six years.”

Ellie felt her chest tighten slightly at the mention of the time that had passed. Six years. The distance, the years apart, the mistakes. So much had changed since then…

“Yeah.” Ellie agreed, shrugging her shoulders a little. “Six years… Seems like a lifetime, huh?”

Tara nodded slowly. The two women shared a brief silence. There was an undeniable distance between them, a gap that only time could create. Finally, Tara spoke again.

“I didn’t expect to run into you here. I thought you’d still be…  away.”

Ellie’s gaze dropped for a moment, but she met Tara’s eyes again. “Yeah. I… I came back for a little while. For Jax. For the baby.”

Tara’s expression softened at the mention of Abel.

“I get it.” She said, her voice quieter. She took a step closer, her gaze lingering on Ellie. “How’s everything going?”

Ellie felt a wave of tension rise in her chest. It wasn’t like things had been easy between her and the family when she left.

“It’s… complicated. But I’m here now.” Ellie said softly, glancing over at Jax, who was still on the phone, his back to them.

Tara’s gaze followed Ellie’s, her eyes flicking toward Jax before she turned back.

“I’m glad you’re here.” She said, a small but genuine smile on her lips. “We should meet up and catch up.”

Ellie hesitated, but there was something kind in Tara’s offer, and for the first time in a while, Ellie found herself wanting to bridge the gap.

“Yeah, I’d like that.” Ellie said, nodding. “We should grab coffee sometime.”

Tara’s smile widened, her posture relaxing just a little. “It’s a date then. I’ll text you.”

Ellie felt a tiny weight lift off her shoulders as Tara gave her a small wave and turned to walk away, her movements graceful, professional. That was a woman comfortable in her skin.

As Ellie watched her go, she couldn’t help but feel a little lighter, a little less burdened by the awkwardness of the past. Maybe it was possible to reconnect after all.

Jax finally ended his call and came over to her side.

“Everything okay?” He asked, his voice soft.

Ellie nodded, her smile returning. “Yeah. Just… talking to Tara.”

Jax raised an eyebrow, his lips twitching into a grin.

“That’s a surprise.” He looked back down the hall where Tara had disappeared, and then back at Ellie. “Well, look at you. Making friends already.”

Ellie’s gaze shifted back to Abel’s room, her heart still full of emotions she couldn’t quite explain.

“Well, it’s never too late.”

“Aren’t you guys supposed to, you know… be good at this?”  

Juice sighed, his hands wrapped loosely around the shotgun, eyes fixed on the game counter. He slumped forward, trying to mask his irritation, but failing miserably. Then, he glanced at Ellie with a hint of defensiveness.

“I underperform under pressure, okay?”

The girl raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a playful smirk.

“I bet you do.”  

The sound of Bobby and Tig’s laugh echoed around them, low and scandalous. Juice shot them both a glare before turning back to Ellie, now visibly annoyed. Without a word, he passed her the shotgun, his fingers brushing hers.

“Why don’t you try, princess?”  

Slightly taken aback by his challenging tone, Ellie took the shotgun, her fingers expertly finding the trigger.

“Are you sure you want to turn this into a competition?”

Juice smirked, as if delighted by her question.

“Chickening out already?”

Ellie straightened her back and strode to the stand confidently. Juice stayed behind, his arms crossed. Ellie found it funny how one simple comment had been enough to ignite his fury.

Men were always so goddamn protective of their ego.

“You’re on.” Ellie shot him a look over her shoulder as she settled into position. “I’ll beat your ass and win the giant elephant.”

As she lifted the shotgun to her shoulder, the group fell silent, the tension palpable. She adjusted her stance with precision, like she’d been doing this her whole life. Juice, on the other hand, fidgeted nervously, rubbing his temples.

Then, with a sharp crack, the first duck went down. Ellie didn’t even flinch.  

Juice could simply stare.

“Shit.” He whispered.

Growing up, Ellie couldn’t stand watching Gemma and Clay kiss in front of her. She would usually turn to Jax with the biggest face of disgust and laugh when he silently gagged, pretending to throw up.

Carrying her huge purple elephant, she walked behind her mother and her husband. They behaved like two horny teeangers, and it made her stomach turn. Jax’s arm falling on her shoulders pulled her out of her head.

Ellie glanced up at her older brother, his familiar presence grounding her in the moment. Jax’s mischievous smile softened when he saw the way her eyes lingered on their mother and Clay.

“Do you think Mom ever loved Dad like that?” She asked, the question slipping out before she could stop it.

Jax remained quiet for a beat, his gaze shifting from Gemma and Clay back to Ellie. It was as though he was searching for an answer in them, or maybe he was just buying time to avoid a topic he didn’t know how to address with his little sister.

“I don’t know.” He finally muttered. “Maybe? At least I hope so.”

Ellie’s heart twisted. If she loved him that much, how could she cheat on him? She glanced at their mother, now laughing as Clay whispered something in her ear. How could love feel so tangled? It seemed like it wasn’t just messy, it was shattered. How could they all be caught up in something so complicated, so unpredictable?

“Hey, you okay?” Jax asked, nudging her gently.

Ellie gave a small, tight-lipped smile. “Yeah, just thinking.”

Jax chuckled, a soft sound of understanding. “Maybe it’s better not to think too much about it. Trust me, it doesn’t help.”

Ellie laughed, but it was bittersweet. Her shoulders relaxed a little, though the knot in her chest remained. Maybe Jax was right. Maybe it was better to let it go for now. But something told her, deep down, that she’d have to figure it out eventually.

The sounds of the carnival filled the air as Ellie, Jax, and the others walked through the crowd. The lights of the Ferris wheel flickered overhead, and the scent of popcorn and candy floss drifted through the air. Ellie felt her mind wandering, caught between the present and memories of the past, when a familiar voice pulled her back to reality.

“Ellie?”

She froze. It was the voice of someone she hadn’t heard in years. Turning around, she found herself staring at none other than Tristen Oswald, the girl she used to babysit. Tristen looked completely different. Older, of course, but there was still that same energy and warmth in her smile.

“Tristen?” Ellie asked, her heart giving a small leap.

Tristen’s face lit up as she rushed forward, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

“Oh my god, it’s really you!”

She threw her arms around Ellie in an enthusiastic hug, making Ellie laugh.

“I didn’t even recognize you at first!” Ellie said, pulling back slightly but still keeping her hands on Tristen’s shoulders, taking in the sight of the young girl in front of her. “You’ve grown up so much.”

Tristen glanced over her shoulder at her parents, who were standing a little further back.

“I was just talking to my mom about you. She always said you were the best babysitter we ever had.”

“I remember those days.” Ellie couldn’t help but smile. “You were such a little handful back then.”

“And you still survived!” Tristen’s laughter rang out. She shifted her stance, her eyes lighting up with excitement. “You should totally come with me on the Ferris wheel. Please? It’ll be just like old times. I swear I’m still scared of the heights, so you can totally protect me.”

Before Ellie could answer, Tristen’s parents stepped forward.

“Ellie?” A warm, familiar voice called out. Ellie turned to see Karen and Elliot approaching, both looking as polished as she remembered. Karen gave her a welcoming smile, her eyes twinkling with genuine fondness. “Well, well, look at you. It’s been so long.”

Ellie smiled back, a bit surprised but pleased to see them.

“It’s been a while.” She said. “How have you two been?”

“We’ve been good.” Karen replied smoothly. She paused, glancing over at Jax and the others, who had fallen a bit behind. “And you’re looking well. I hope things have been treating you kindly since you came back.”

Ellie gave a small, stiff smile.

“I’m doing okay, yeah.”

Elliot, who had always been a bit more reserved, nodded in agreement. “Good to see you back in Charming. It’s been… long.”

Jax, noticing the tension in the air as Karen and Elliot exchanged polite words with Ellie, stepped forward, flashing a tight smile at Tristen’s parents.

“Hey.” Jax greeted them, his tone casual but respectful. He gave them both a quick nod before turning back to Ellie. “What’s the verdict? Are you going up on the Ferris wheel with Tristen?”

Ellie glanced at Tristen, who was still looking at her with wide eyes.

“I think so.” She said, offering a playful grin. “Besides, it’s been ages since I’ve been on a ride like that.”

Tristen’s smile widened as she gave Ellie an excited thumbs-up.

“I’ll save you a seat!” 

She said, turning toward the entrance of the ride, practically bouncing on her heels.

Before Ellie could follow, Karen leaned in, her tone becoming a little more sharp. 

“Don’t let her drag you into too much trouble, Ellie.” She said quietly, though there was a kind smile on her face.

Ellie nodded, sensing the underlying tension. Karen had always been nice to her, but six years had passed. None of them were who they were then, and Karen seemed to be unsure of where Ellie stood now.

“Don’t worry, I’ll keep an eye on her.”

Karen seemed to soften, her smile warmer.

As Ellie walked toward the Ferris wheel, where Tristen was waiting, everything started to feel strange, bittersweet. Tristen turned, waving eagerly for her to join her in the line.

Some things never change, she thought. Especially not in Charming.

Ellie glanced around as she waited for the beer. The fair was flooded with families munching on stale popcorn and rancid hot dogs, lovers holding hands in the stands, and parents chasing after toddlers. The sunset cast a golden hue over everything, making it look like a postcard. She pulled out her phone and snapped a picture to send Maya.

In the distance, she spotted a familiar figure. Ellie grabbed the beer and made her way toward him.

Juice was sitting on a bench, alone, his expression slightly tense, his eyes scanning the crowd. When he saw her approach, he gave her a short nod but didn’t smile.

“Where’s the elephant?” Juice asked, a hint of curiosity in his voice.

Ellie slid onto the bench opposite him, adjusting her white sundress and taking a breath before answering.

“I gave it to Tristen.” She pushed a strand of hair out of her face, meeting his gaze. “Something tells me she’ll appreciate it more than I ever will. Her mom didn’t look that happy, though.”

Juice leaned back a little, a small frown tugging at his lips.

“You gave away your prize? Guess you’re not a monster after all, huh?”

Ellie chuckled, shaking her head slightly. ���I told you I wasn’t that bad, but you never listen.”

The girl took a sip of her beer, watching the crowd as she did. A child darted away from his mother, who chased him, laughing. The sound made her smile, just a little.

After a moment, Juice asked the question he had been dying to make, his voice genuine.

“Where did you learn to shoot like that?”

Ellie sighed, looking out at the fairgrounds as she gathered her thoughts. The noise around her seemed to fade as she remembered.

“Well, my mom and I didn’t exactly get along. Shocking, right?” She paused, and Juice noticed the slight shift in her expression. She swallowed the lump in her throat before continuing. “She wasn’t into... you know, doing fun, girly stuff with me. So, my dad picked up the slack. He taught me all the ‘manly’ stuff he could.”

Juice took a swig from his bottle, studying her. The flickering lights of the fair seemed far away as she spoke.

“That sounds like a hell of a dad.” He said, softly, picking up on the sadness that had crept into her voice.

Ellie stared at her beer bottle for a second, letting the bitterness of it take over.

“What about you?” She asked then, shifting the focus. “What’s your scar?”

Juice hesitated, his eyes wandering to the ground before meeting hers. He leaned forward slightly, contemplating his answer.

“I came from a single-parent household.” He began, voice quieter than before. “Dad left when I was a kid, and my mom worked all the time. Had to figure a lot of stuff out on my own.”

Ellie could feel the weight of his words, recognizing the loneliness in them. She tilted her head slightly, her voice softening.

“My brother told me you’re a hacker.” She said, her tone light but genuinely interested. “So you must be a smart guy. How does someone like that end up tangled in this mess of a club?”

Juice didn’t hesitate to answer this time.

“I guess... I just never really felt at home anywhere. But with this club... I’m finally where I belong. Even if it’s messy. Have you ever heard of ‘found family’? That’s what it feels like. I don’t know what would’ve become of me if I hadn’t found them.”

Ellie’s heart tightened at his words. She often forgot that the club was a place for outcasts, a place that offered protection, stability and, most of all, support. But she also couldn’t shake the feeling that the world they were in was something she could never fully understand.

“Glad to know it feels like family for someone here.” Ellie said, lifting her bottle and clinking it gently against his. "Cheers to that."

Juice met her gaze, his eyes softening just a little. “Cheers.”

Chibs walked through the fair, his boots crunching on the gravel. He’d needed some air, some time to clear his head. The past few days had been too damn much: too many club politics, too many problems to solve. But as he passed the food stalls, the sounds of children laughing and the smell of greasy food, his thoughts kept drifting back to Ellie. Ellie and that conversation they had had the day she arrived.

He hadn’t meant to be cold towards her, but what else could he do? He couldn’t keep thinking about her like that, but she had a way of sneaking into his mind when he least expected it. He tried to shake it off, focusing instead on the bustle of the fair. He didn't have time to think about her.

But then, through the crowd, he saw them.

Ellie and Juice were sitting together on a bench, sharing a laugh. Ellie looked so at ease, so carefree. And Juice? He was leaning in a bit too close for Chibs’ liking, laughing a little too loud.

Fucking hell.

Chibs stopped in his tracks, his chest tightening. His mind immediately told him to look away, but his eyes were locked on the pair. He didn’t want to feel this way. He couldn’t afford to.

He took a step back, trying to retreat without being noticed. There was no reason to let this scene get to him. But damn it, the sight of Ellie looking so comfortable with Juice twisted something in his gut.

His fingers tightened around the bottle he’d been holding, almost as if trying to crush the jealousy that had risen up in him. Juice was a good guy. Hell, he could understand why Ellie would gravitate toward him. He was smart, charming, and, more importantly, not twenty years older than she was. Chibs wasn’t the kind of guy who could give Ellie what she needed, or deserved.

Well, not that he cared anyway, right?

Still, the image of them together lingered in his mind. He gritted his teeth and forced himself to look away.

But the pain wouldn’t go away so easily.

Chibs walked toward the food stand where Tig and Bobby were, trying to focus on anything other than what he’d just seen. His brain was working overtime, trying to convince him it wasn’t a big deal. It wasn’t like he had any right to be upset, right?

He shook his head, trying to rid himself of the thoughts. But the more he tried to push it down, the more it fought to escape. He didn’t have feelings for her. No, that wasn’t possible. He couldn’t afford to have feelings for anyone. Especially not Ellie. She was too close, too involved with the club.

He couldn’t risk making things complicated.

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Tw: Cussing, smut, fingering, I think we broke him ?

Part 25

A Charming Detour - Part 26

Friday evening rolled aroubd uneventfully, Juice had barely made it through the front door before the scent hit him—warm, savory, homey.

His stomach growled immediately.

He hadn’t realized how hungry he was until now.

Kicking the door shut behind him, he dropped his keys onto the counter and peeked into the kitchen—

And there you were.

Juice froze.

Because—holy shit.

You were standing at the stove, stirring something in a pot with that little focused crease between your brows. The oversized sweater you were wearing slipped off one shoulder, your hair slightly messy from whatever whirlwind of cooking you’d been caught up in.

You looked so—

So domestic.

And Juice?

Juice just stood there.

Staring.

Like a complete moron.

His heart was doing weird somersaults in his chest, and for some reason, his palms felt sweaty.

It was just dinner.

What the hell was wrong with him, you cooked most nights.

You where home earlier it just happened.

Not like he burnt everything he touched—ok well maybe.

"Babe?" His voice cracked—fucking cracked.

You turned, startled, then instantly lit up. "Juice!"

That smile—

Fuck, he was so done for.

"You’re home late," you mused, wiping your hands on a dish towel. "Dinner ?."

Juice swore his heart just melted.

He sat at the table as you started plating the food, his chin resting on his hand, watching you like a lovesick idiot.

You moved around the kitchen effortlessly, grabbing utensils, setting the plates—so casual, so unaware of how utterly entranced he was.

"What?" you giggled, catching his stare. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Juice immediately straightened. "Like what?"

"Like you’ve never seen someone make pasta before."

He grinned, all shit eating and full of mischief. "Nah, it’s not the pasta I’m lookin’ at, babe."

You rolled your eyes but blushed—and shit, Juice loved that he could make you do that.

You placed a plate in front of him before sitting down across from him. "Eat before it gets cold."

Juice picked up his fork but didn’t take a bite right away.

Instead—he just looked at you.

This beautiful sweet girl—his girl, sitting across from him, his wife—his last name ... now your last name, even if that part was fake.

You’d cooked for him.

You were sitting here, smiling at him, in your shared home, in what he decided was his new favorite sweater—

Juice was fine.

Totally fine.

Except for the fact that he wasn’t.

Because the second you said—so casually, so unaware—"I’m just gonna hop in the shower real quick," his brain ceased to function.

Like, full system crash.

He tried to play it cool, really, he did.

But the moment you picked up the dishes and walked away, Juice’s entire existence turned into one long, painful exercise in not thinking about you naked.

Juice sat at the kitchen counter, staring blankly at his half-empty plate, gripping his fork like it was a goddamn lifeline.

Shower.

Shower.

You were in the shower.

Right now.

Water running, steam rising—

Nope.

Nope nope nope.

Juice squeezed his eyes shut and inhaled sharply through his nose.

"Alright, man, just chill," he muttered under his breath, shaking his head. "It’s fine. You’re fine. It’s just a shower. Nothing to freak out about."

Then—

A faint sound from the bathroom.

The water turning on.

And Juice immediately stiffened like someone had just pointed a gun at his head.

His face burned.

"Shit," he hissed, rubbing his hands down his face.

He needed a distraction.

Juice yanked out his phone.

Scrolled.

Checked emails.

Opened some random app.

Then realized he had no idea what he was even looking at because his brain was still in the bathroom.

With you.

His fingers drummed anxiously against the counter.

Then—he started talking to himself.

Because apparently, that was where he was at now.

"You’re such a dumbass, Ortiz. " He exhaled sharply, eyes darting toward the hallway where the bathroom was. "She literally just said she was gonna shower, not—Jesus, get a grip, man."

He let out a nervous, awkward laugh, running a hand over his buzzed fauxhawk.

"This is fine."

A beat.

"This is not fine."

And then—of course—his brain decided to betray him.

Because it wasn’t just that you were in the shower.

It was that you—his girl sweet, beautiful, soft, gorgeous, breathtaking, completely unaware girl—were naked, completely exposed, behind a single thin wall.

And—

And—

Oh, fuck.

Juice made a strangled noise, dropping his forehead onto the counter with a thud.

He was so screwed.

She's showered before, get a fucking grip, man.

He got up—because sitting still wasn’t working.

Paced the kitchen.

Ran a hand down his face for the tenth time.

He had to think about something else.

Anything else.

"Oil changes," he muttered. "Wiring harnesses. Motherboards rebuilds. Uh—torque converters. Fucking… CPU's—"

A soft hum drifted from the bathroom.

Your voice.

Juice froze.

His hands twitched.

"Nope," he declared, spinning on his heel.

"Nope nope nope—nope."

He’d barely survived the last fifteen minutes—white-knuckling through a full-blown mental crisis, trying so hard not to think about you in the shower.

And then—

You walked out.

Juice had been staring at the countertop, forcing himself to focus on something—anything—other than you.

And then you appeared in his peripheral vision.

He turned his head—

And.

Froze.

Because you—were standing in the kitchen, wearing his SAMCRO shirt, your damp hair curling at the ends, still heavy with shower steam.

And that was it.

That was game over.

Juice tried to look away.

He tried.

But his eyes had a mind of their own.

The shirt hung loose on you—draping over your frame, the hem skimming the tops of your thighs. And Jesus—he didn’t even know if you were wearing anything under it, and—

"Shit," Juice muttered under his breath, immediately snapping his head to the side, his fingers gripping the edge of the counter way too hard.

This is fine.

Except, it was not fine.

Not even a little bit.

And then, to make everything worse, you walked right past him—completely oblivious to the absolute warzone in his head—and started washing the dishes.

"Babe," Juice croaked, watching helplessly as you turned on the faucet, humming softly. "You—you don’t gotta do that. I can—uh, I can get those."

You glanced over your shoulder, blinking. "It’s fine, Juice. I don’t mind."

Juice nodded way too fast. "Yeah. Yeah, no, I know, it’s just��uh—"

Abort. Abort. Abort.

He spun on his heel—away from you, away from the goddamn sight of your bare legs and his stupid shirt hanging off your frame.

He exhaled sharply, pressing his palms against his face.

"Fuck, man," he muttered under his breath. "You gotta chill. Just—talk about something normal."

A pause.

"Did you—uh—did you know that the average person spends six months of their life waiting for red lights to turn green?"

Oh my god, what the hell are you even saying.

You turned, looking mildly amused. "What?"

Juice let out a sharp, nervous laugh. "Yeah! Crazy, right? Six whole months just—uh—just sitting there. Wasting time. Not doing anything."

You raised a brow. "Juice, are you okay?"

"Me? Yeah! Yeah, totally fine!" He rubbed the back of his neck, shifting on his feet. "Just, y’know, chillin’."

And then—

You lifted your arms.

Stretched.

Juice’s mouth went dry.

Because the hem of his shirt rode up—just a little. Just enough to send his heart slamming into his throat.

He immediately whipped back around, grabbing a glass of water just to have something to do.

"Shit, okay, um—" He took a gulp—then choked. "Fuck— okay, yeah, I’m just gonna—walk over there for a second."

"Juice," you laughed, clearly having no idea what you were doing to him. "Why are you being so fucking weird?"

"I’m not being weird!" he lied, avoiding all eye contact as he aggressively opened the fridge. "Just, uh—just lookin’ for something. In the fridge. For a snack."

A beat.

"...The fridge is empty," you pointed out.

Juice sighed deeply, pressing his forehead against the door. "I know, baby."

He had no idea how he was supposed to function like this.

He was so far gone for you.

Juice had been through a lot in his life.

He had faced down cartel shootouts, run from the Feds, and endured hazing from some of the scariest bikers in the country.

But nothing—absolutely nothing—had prepared him for this.

For you.

For this exact moment.

"Juice?"

Your voice was soft—curious, a little confused.

Juice felt his whole body lock up.

"What’s wrong?"

Oh, Jesus.

He could not look at you.

Because if he looked at you—standing there in his SAMCRO shirt, bare legs on display, hair still damp from the shower—he was done for.

"Nothin’, baby," he said way too fast, rubbing the back of his neck. "Just, uh—just thinkin’."

You tilted your head, stepping closer. "About what?"

Juice panicked. "Did you know that, uh, cows have best friends? Like, scientifically proven?’"

A pause.

"Juice."

"Yeah, babe?"

"C’mon," you sighed, taking his hand. "Just sit with me for a sec."

Juice didn’t resist—his body was too fried to function properly—but the second you pulled him toward the couch, his brain short-circuited all over again.

Because when you sat down—so casually, so effortlessly—his stupid SAMCRO shirt rode up your thighs.

Juice immediately whipped his head away, gripping the couch arm like it was the only thing keeping him tethered to this planet.

"Oh my god," he whispered under his breath, praying for strength.

You frowned. "Juice?"

"Yep!" His voice cracked. "I’m good. Totally fine. Love this couch. It’s a nice couch. Very…uh…sit-able."

You squinted at him. "You’re freaking out."

"Juice, c’mon," you sighed, tilting your head to look at him. "Why are you acting so weird?"

He let out a nervous laugh. "I’m not acting weird, babe."

You raised an eyebrow. "Cow's have best friends" you deadpanned

He hesitated for a second—just a second—then finally caved.

His hand found your jaw, fingers trembling slightly as he tilted your chin up.

Juice swallowed hard. "Baby, I—"

And then, before he could chicken out, he kissed you.

Tentative. Hesitant. A little too careful.

Your lips were warm, soft perfect.

Juice let out a shaky breath against your mouth, trying to keep himself in check, but his hands were already sliding down—tracing your jaw, your neck, memorizing every tiny detail of you.

You made a soft, surprised noise, and when he finally pulled back, Juice’s brain was barely functioning.

His eyes flicked down—trailing over the way his SAMCRO shirt swallowed you up, the way it was now barely skimming the tops of your thighs.

His fingers twitched.

"Jesus," he breathed, voice wrecked. "You are so—" He swallowed hard. "I can’t even—"

You blinked up at him. "Juice?"

"I gotta—” His hands hovered, indecisive. "Can I—”

And then, very cautiously, he shifted you into his lap.

His hands flexed against you, fingers gripping your thighs way too gently—like you were something fragile, something he still wasn’t sure he was allowed to touch.

"Fuck," he whispered, completely unraveling. "Baby, you’re—"

You tilted your head. "I’m what?"

Juice had been holding on by a thread.

A thin, fraying, barely-there thread of self-control.

And then you—sitting on his lap, warm, soft, looking up at him like he was the only person in the world—had the audacity to smile.

Juice didn’t even realize he was moving until his mouth was on yours again.

His hands were still on you, trembling slightly where they rested at your waist, thumbs ghosting over fabric. He was so careful, like he was afraid you’d disappear if he held too tight.

He swallowed, his breath shaky. "Are you—?" He exhaled, shaking his head slightly. "Do you—?"

You tilted your head, confused. "Juice, you okay ... just ask me ?"

He let out a helpless little laugh, kissing you again—soft, barely-there. "Baby, I—" Another kiss. "Fuck, I need to know—" His hands flexed. "What do you want?"

"I mean, I know what I want," he admitted, voice wrecked, kissing your cheek, your jaw, down to the soft curve of your neck. "Jesus, babe, I can barely breathe right now."

His nose brushed against your skin as he exhaled, shaky. "I just—" He groaned, squeezing his eyes shut. "Baby, you gotta tell me if this is okay—if I’m—fuck, if I’m allowed to touch you like this."

His hands hesitated, hovering at your waist, your hips, waiting—begging—for permission.

You blinked up at him for a moment, breath ragged.

Then—

"Can I just ... this ... just you ... please Juan"

You ran your fingers across his Fauxhawk, and Juice almost exploded.

His name.

His real name

Not Juice.

Not some nickname.

His government name.

Juice groaned against your lips, one hand sliding up your back, fingers trembling slightly as they brushed beneath the hem of his own damn shirt—the one you were wearing like you belonged in it.

"Baby," he breathed between kisses, his voice wrecked. "You’re—fuck—"

His other hand flexed against your thigh, gripping just a little tighter, like he was fighting with himself—like he was trying so hard to keep it together.

"Oh—oh shit, baby— yeah, okay—" He let out a slightly panicked chuckle against your lips. "This is happening, cool, yeah—"

You hummed in response, tilting your head slightly to kiss him again.

And Juice?

Juice melted.

His hands moved—hesitant at first, like he didn’t want to spook you. But when you didn’t pull away, he let them settle—one resting at your waist, the other skimming lightly up your back again.

His fingers traced over your skin, skimming the hem of the shirt, lingering at your waist.

"Okay, baby— okay, babe, is this—" Juice swallowed hard, eyes flicking up to meet yours. "Is this okay?"

You nodded shyly "Yeah Juice, its kinda perfect."

Juice melted, as crimson creeped up your neck.

"Okay, okay— yeah, okay, babe—" His fingers curled under the fabric slowly, his touch deliberate and unbelievably soft. "Shit, you’re— baby, you’re so—"

He didn’t have words for this.

Didn’t know how to describe it.

So he just kissed you again, slow and sweet, like he was trying to memorize you.

"Okay—okay, baby, I—" Juice stammered between kisses, his breath hitching, his hands skimming over your waist, your back, your ribs.

But when his hand skimmed over your core and you let out that little breathy whimper. "Holy shit, you’re— you’re so warm, babe—"

You let out a quiet little hum, lips curling into a smile.

“God, you—” he shook his head, lips brushing your temple before he moves lower, trailing along your jaw, down the column of your throat. He stops, pressing his face there for a second, inhaling like he’s trying to commit the scent of you to memory. “You’re so—shit—so perfect.”

One hand skimmed down your arm, barely touching, just enough for you to feel the hesitation in his movements.

“Baby,” he whispers, voice raw, wrecked with emotion he doesn’t know how to contain, as his big brown eyes. Meet yours.

His thumb brushes against your cheek, a barely-there touch that lingers, memorizing the softness of your skin, as his free hand rests agasint the dip of your thigh.

“You absolutely sure ?”

You nod, and Juice sucks in a breath like he’s just been punched in the gut.

"Jesus," His forehead dips down, lips pressing to yours featherlight, before his eyes flick to yours again. "You have know idea what you’re doing to me, babe."

His thumb strokes across the top of your thigh his other just skimming your folds.

His head dropped against your shoulder, and you whimpered hands curling agasint his shoulder.

Juice groaned "Baby, "I feel like I’m malfunctioning." he whined, shifting slightly beneath you.

"Do you want to stop?" You breathed lips pressing to his jaw.

"God no—baby—no," he whispered, voice wrecked. "‘Cause if we did, I—fuck." He let out a shaky laugh. "I think I might actually die."

"Jesus Christ," he muttered, squeezing his eyes shut. "You are so—"

His fingertips flexed agasint you, as you groaned into his kiss.

Juice froze.

And then—slowly, very carefully—he traced his thumb over your sensitive bud.

"God, babe, you’re so—" He groaned, words breaking into another kiss, "You don’t even know, baby—Jesus, your hands, I can’t—"

Juice sunk his fingers into your warmth, curling softy inside of you.

Your fingers trailed over his scalp down to his nape, curling just a little, and he actually twitched.

He continue a slow fragile twitch of his digits inside you, a groan exiting your mouth as you dropped your forehead to the junction of his neck.

"Babe—baby, you—" His hand tightened slightly, gripping your thigh like it was the only thing keeping him tethered to reality. "Swear to God, you keep touching me like that, and I’m—"

Your hips instinctively rolling as his fingers curl agasint you, thumb rubbing small barely there circles around your bud.

He swallowed hard, shaking his head. "Shit."

And then—

Barely audible "Juan—I I—am I doing ok?"

Your shaky nervous voice, breaking through his haze.

Juice froze.

"Baby."

He pulled back just enough to see your face, eyes wide, like he couldn’t believe you’d even ask that.

"Baby, what?" He let out a breathless laugh, slightly dazed, forehead pressing to yours. "Are you—? Babe, you’re perfect—like, actually—I mean, I—" He stopped, visibly struggling to find the words.

Juice’s hands trembled as they coax your core closer to release, his lips pressing to every delicate inch of skin, where his shirt has slipped exposing your shoulder.

Your hands slipping from his neck and finding purchase in his shirt, as you let out a series of soft whimpers.

"I got you babe—baby I'm right here baby ... fuck." His forehead dropped against yours. "Babe. Baby. My sweet beautiful perfect girl."

Your release rolled over you as Juice peppered kisses across your face.

"Oh, Fuck, " he groaned, "I’m so in love with you."

A pause.

Then—

"I Love you too, Juan Carlos"

There is barely time for Juice to process your words, before a loud series of bangs echo from the front door.

[wetpussyju1ce]

Are you okay with doing like a little mini smut series request of Jax teller x curvy!reader?

jax teller x fem!curvy reader

782 words

tags: +18 mdni, smut, thigh fucking, play fighting, oral sex, I made Jax teller an ass and thighs man, not beta read

a/n: i made this a x fem reader, hope that's okay, also I wasn't sure how to go abt fulfilling this ask, even though i wanted to, because i'm not a curvy person, I never was and dind't want to accidentally offend/hurt anyone, so i wrote this with some bits my chubby friends have shared. i hope you'll like it <3 + Also, abt a series, I don't think I'm ready to take on that type of challenge yet, but i wrote this as a little gift. I'm sure there's others who will make a series of this, or you could, dear @none-of-ur-business-fuck-off, everyone can write fic <3

Jax Teller who can't keep his paws to himself whenever his girlfriend is around. Who enjoys terrorising her by just biting her, if the bastard could take a nibble of his gf's cheek he would because he swears she tastes like sprinkles and sugar, even though it's her lotions and soaps. She gets annoyed and tries to wrestle him off her, but he just laughs and plays with her, shamelessly using his strength to hold her down while she's squirming around, "Let me go, Jackson!"

Jax who, when he gets bored while they're watching a movie together, he keeps squeezing her chubby thighs in his hands, he really tries to be as gentle as possible, but he sometimes to keep his strength in check so she squeals when he squeezes too tight and he coos, "'m sorry, baby, didn't mean to, you're just so soft-"

Jax Teller who just loves to show off and uses his strength to manhandle n throw his pretty girl around in bed. She tries to pretend that it's annoying but he knows she likes it, can see the secret shy smiles n the heated stares she gives him when he drags her to his lap just for a kiss.

Jax Teller who bites her on the ass when they're play fighting and she screams, fighting him off to get away from his mouth, but he's a dog when it comes to having her body close, he's not as cool and chill as he thinks he is, his brain shuts down and he starts acting stupid the second he realises he can touch her in any way he wants and no one will give him shit for it, like when they're home alone.

Jax who uses her thick thighs as pillows, who rests his head on her stomach, her thighs over his shoulders, he claims it warms his ear and she smells nice. He's plotting in his head when he'll strike and pull her shorts down to bury his face in her pussy but then she scratching his head, running her fingers through his head and his shoulders sag. He hums, closing his eyes, and before he knows it, he's drooling a little on her thighs, snoring between her legs.

Jax who holds a gold medal in the Pussy Eating Championship. He prides himself in making his girlfriend shake and cry under his tongue, who thoroughly enjoys having so much fat and chub to hold onto while he goes to town on her. Then when he's done, he playfully slaps the inside of her thigh, making her squeal, "You good, baby?" He asks, blonde hair sticking in all directions, a result of her holding onto his head for dear life. He laughs when she can't answer him with coherent words and wipes his wet mouth with the back of his hand. He starts to unbuckle his belt and she makes a panicked little noise, he shushes her, a hand on one of her thighs, "Hey, 's okay, I'll give her a break, yeah? Just let me fuck your thighs, okay?"

He doesn't wait for an answer before he flips her around on her stomach, dragging her hips up like it was nothing, pushing a pillow under them. He lowers his jeans down his hips with his boxers, he was already hard between his legs, his dick bobbing when he moved. So like the dirty man he was, he runs his open palm over her wet and messy pussy, then uses that wetness to slick himself a little before covering her body in his. When he slips between her thighs, he throws his head with a groan, she was soft, warm and slippery, and he was pressed tight against her pussy lips, that felt hotter than any other part of her body. He starts to rut against her and she's making little breathy noises, Jax leans down, kisses her temple and speaks in her ear, "Clench them up for me,"

She whines, unable to control her muscles anymore, but she still tries and fails. Jax smiles a little, leaning back to see better as he grabs her by the thighs, a hand in each side, "I'll do it, just stay still," He squeezes the flesh together as much as possible and she moans, clawing at the sheets as he bumps her clit with each thrust, his dick fighting to get inside where it really belongs. But Jax doesn't care about that, he only cares about coming between her thighs. As long as he gets to have his dick anywhere near his gorgeous girlfriend, he's grateful. He may be a greedy bastard sometimes, but he has always been grateful, always.

[dallianceangel]

𝐔𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐯𝐞 𝐄𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞��� 𝐈𝐭

Anonymous asked: For the 700 Drabble event you’re doing may I get “It hurts.” “I know.” “You don’t leave this bed until you’ve earned it.” With anyone you wanna write for 🫣🤭 Congrats on 700 🌷🌷

summary: chibs makes sure you use your words when you want to give up.

author’s note: i hope you enjoy reading.

story song (what i listened to while writing): sex on fire by kings of leon.

word count: 300 words.

pairings: chibs telford x fem!reader.

warnings: adult content. 18+ only, minors DNI.

🫦 comments, likes and reblogs are highly appreciated 🫦

You’ve been sitting in this position for three whole hours now. It’s getting painful at this point. But it’s clearly not that unbearable as you’ve not called out your safeword whenever Chibs asks if you’re still alright.

He borrowed the machine from Red Woody Productions after you mentioned you liked the look of it, and Lyla has allowed you to keep it for the weekend. The noise is unreal. You knew it’d have some power to it after all the videos you watched, but it’s even louder in person. Maybe you’d consider buying one for yourself if it wasn’t so fucking expensive.

“Still okay, lass?”

You nod just as another orgasm crashes into you, body tumbling forward onto the mattress as you cry out something unintelligible. Chibs immediately rushes over to hold you up, your energy continuing to drop with each climax. He’s surprised you’re still going, but you did promise to make the most of the time you have with the machine before you have to give it back to Lyla.

“It hurts.”

Your back is beginning to ache, your legs are starting to seize and your vagina and clit is definitely bearing the full brunt of things. Chibs continues his dominant role, the controller in his hand, but he’d stop immediately if you utter the safeword.

He turns the dial up a notch. “I know.”

Six powerful orgasms later, you’re practically drifting off to sleep. The safeword still hasn’t left your mouth, and Chibs is still amazed at how you’re not giving up. That is, until you attempt to get off the machine. You cannot move a muscle unless you use your words.

Chibs glares at you. “You don’t leave this bed until you’ve earned it. Use your words, lass.”

You plead with him. “Red light. Please, Chibs.”

[etclouie]

kinktober day eighteen - late night sex

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”

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[voxmortuus]

Hi baby. Saw the prompt list. 😎 May I have #5 ☆ { calling } them late at night to come over for Jax Teller, please?

Thank you. ♥

⇘ PAIRING:⇙ Jax Teller x F!Reader ⇘ UNIVERSE:⇙ Sons of Anarchy ⇘ WORD COUNT:⇙ 1.1k ⇘ TRIGGER WARNINGS:⇙ Fluff | Smut | Jax and his filthy mouth (language) | Foreplay | P-i-V | Pull-out Method | More fluff | PLEASE TELL ME IF I FORGOT ANYTHING!!! I want to make sure readers are fully aware of what they are getting themselves into when they read this… ⇘ NOTES:⇙ Sorry if this is total ass... but I hope this brings you some joy. ⇘ DIVIDER CREDIT:⇙ @nyxvuxoa ⇘ IMAGE CREDIT:⇙ This was found through Google and is not my GIF, if this is your GIF or know whose it is, please inbox me, so I can credit the creator. Thank you! ⇘ My Master Masterlist ⇙

It was just one of those nights, there's only so much scrolling you can do before things become repetitive, and boring in your feeds. Flipping between Tumblr, Reddit, and Facebook, things were becoming boring, and nothing was helping you fall asleep. Tapping the side of your phone, you flip through old photos, smiling now and again looking over Jax's face. Sitting up in bed, you check the time, 12:24 a.m. Sighing, you decide to give it a shot, chances are Jax was up anyway, so why not.

Scrolling down and finding his name, you hit the call button, and wait. Ringing you groan, maybe he was --

"Hey, Darlin'. You alright? What's up?" he asks, you can tell there's a smile on his face.

"Hey, Baby. I know it's kinda late, but would you mind coming over... I can't sleep... and I could use the company." you bite your lip a bit.

"Yeah, sure, I'll be over in 15." he stated.

After the brief conversation and a quick I love you and a hangup, you go unlock your door, knowing he'll lock it when he gets here.

Hearing the motorcycle approach, and the engine turn off, you feel this bubble of excitement pulse through you. It was a matter of time before you heard your front door open, close, lock, and the sound of boots headed your way.

Peeking his head in, he looks over you, and you smile, moving over you pat the empty space in your bed and gesture for him to join you. Taking the hint, he makes his way over, slipping off his vest and coat, tossing his hat on the table, and kicking off his boots and socks, he slips into bed.

"Your pants... your shirt... are in the way." you smirk.

He chuckles and standing back up he takes them off, dropping them to the floor before climbing back in under the covers. You scoot yourself closer, and he wraps his arm around you, pulling you close.

"Can't sleep?" he asked you.

Nodding, your fingers move over his chest as you look up at him and smile. "Thank you for coming over."

"It's nothin' Darlin'. I've always told you I'm a call away." he kisses the top of your head.

A soft smile graces your lips as you scoot a little closer to him and let out a small satisfied smile. But you seem you can't keep your hands from wandering on him. Slipping under the blanket, you keep your gaze on him as you move over his boxers. Smiling, you bite at your lip and kiss him sweetly.

A slight chuckle escapes his lips as he pulls you closer to him, his hand roaming your figure as he moves you to lay on top of him, holding you close, his hips move upward a bit, kissing you deeply, and he slips the shirt from your body and tosses it to the floor along with his clothes.

Pressing yourself against him, your hands move up along his sides and find your way to get tangled in that love head of golden locks. The kissing gets a little heavier between you two, the touching, how you press your hips against him, feeling him harden against you. You move your hand between your legs as you grip him through his boxers. He groans against your lips as he grips your breast, pulling you closer, and kissing you deeper.

The kissing, the touching, the grunts, and the groans were enough to send you into a feral mind. Moving his boxers down, you slip him right between your lips, your hips press yourself down, pressing him deeper inside you. You both end up groaning in unison.

His grip on your hips is tight, his fingers pressing hard against your flesh, indenting as he thrusts upward just enough to finish that last little bit you wanted to slip inside you. The streetlights are the only thing illuminating the room, your shadow cast on the walls. Looking over, he watches your shadow as you brace yourself against his chest and begin to move up and down on his cock.

Holding your thighs in his hands, he watches the way you move against him, your hands pressing into his chest as he moves his own up your body, feeling your flesh under his hands was a sort of high for him. He presses a hand against your chest, between your breasts, as he slowly guides your motions as he thrusts upward.

As you are being guided with a hand on your chest, one on your hip, and his cock between your legs, your head falls back as you let out a loud, long, drawn-out moan. Your body trembles as you pick up on the sounds, the smells, the way the air tastes. Listening to him grunt and your own moans fill the air. It's all palpable. Erotic. Addicting.

The way you both work against and with each other, it sends these shockwaves through both of you, a genuine quickie, you feel yourself building, but of course, it doesn't help with his own buildup, you can tell in his tone, in how frequent his groans become, in how his breath smells. Leaning forward, you moan against his lips. And that's when he tells you to finish with him. He lifts you up, and you grip his cock as he works your bud.

Before you know it, your whole body trembles, feeling those hot ribbons of white pour against you. Whimpering and trembling against him, you begin to pant. Achieving your desired goal, he leans against the pillow but grabs something to clean you up.

There was hardly anything spoken between you two. But you lay there, holding him close, you look up at him as he stares down at you.

"You feel good." you chuckle.

"What even was that?" he chuckles.

"I think it's called a quickie. You should be used to those." you poke.

"Ohh, is that what that was? I like those... but next time... we do a longie... not a quickie," he smirks.

"I'll play with your longie." you chuckle.

"No, Darlin', we call it a cock, longie.... please no." he chuckles. "Besides, I like the way the word cock escapes your lips." he smirked.

"You like your cock between my lips Jax..." you joust.

Gasping he chuckles. "That is true... gotta say, you're a good cocksucker." he winks.

The night continued into the morning, and eventually, you had both fallen asleep. His arms wrapped around you, his face in your hair, and you clung to him like your entire life depended on it. You were glad you called him over, much needed, and the sleep was much better with him there.

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

Handled.

You and Chibs have been walking the line for a little too long.

Pairing - Filip 'Chibs' Telford x Female Reader

Warnings - smut. cursing. alcohol mention.

Word Count - 1.5k ish??

Author's Note - I can only apologise for the wild gif, but I saw it and couldn't not use it. this fic is based on this request!! thank you for this message my love - it sparked so many thoughts. I made chibs a little sweeter than I meant to, oops.

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The wind whips through your hair as you speed down the road, sunlight beaming down and warming you both.

You have your helmet tightly strapped on your head, a gift from the man currently in front of you on the bike. He'd grumbled as he'd given it to you, mumbling something about someone has to keep you fuckin' safe and last thing we need is an injury to your pretty face.

It's a complicated relationship you have, to say the least. You're not together. No, Chibs is still technically married to Fiona, and he's not exactly the boyfriend type. You're not sure what you want, reluctant to commit to dating a member of the club and all of the danger that comes along with it.

So, you dance the line. The two of you flirt, laughing and touching. You get close, and then you pull away. You wonder if one day, he'll just crack. He knows that if he starts something, he'll have to finish it. He's not a man who works in halves.

Chibs occasionally takes a hand off the handlebars to squeeze your thigh, a silent communication. He's asking are you okay? And you're reaching forward to squeeze his in reply, answering yeah, I am.

Your arms are wrapped around his middle, safe and secure. You can feel the taut muscles of his back and shoulders through the leather jacket that you're pressed against. You know how big he is - tall and broad and unwavering in the face of danger. He's ruthless, and it turns you on. It probably shouldn't, but it does.

The next time he reaches back to squeeze your thigh, you graze your fingernails along the muscle of his before squeezing back much further up. You feel the tension instantly, his back tightening in front of you. You smirk and hold on again, acting like nothing happened.

He's curious, now. Testing the waters. He squeezes your leg again, firmly, and you squeeze back so high that your fingertips graze his bulge. His breath hitches, and you feel it. You grin.

He pinches your thigh this time, sharply. A warning.

One that you ignore. You dance your fingertips higher, lightly stroking across the tent in his jeans, nails scraping the denim. He hums, low and dangerous, vibrations rumbling through the both of you.

You return your hands to his torso, clinging on tightly as you curve around the bends, scenery flying by. You're back at the clubhouse before you know it, the journey as quick as the blink of an eye.

You act like nothing has happened as you get off the bike. You know the two of you have just crossed a line, moving from friendship to something more. You don't want to address it. So, you hang your helmet onto the handlebars and go to walk away, in desperate need of a drink.

A strong hand grabs your wrist, spinning you back around. You collide with a hard chest, a soft oof leaving you. Chibs looks you up and down slowly, gaze raking across your body and stopping at your mouth. He runs his tongue across his bottom lip before pulling you in closer, hands snaking around your back.

"Where do you think you're goin'?"

You take a deep breath and exhale it in a shudder.

"... Inside?"

"Nuh uh," he tuts, tracing patterns across your skin absentmindedly. "You don't get to pull a stunt like that and just walk away."

You decide to play clueless, hoping it'll get you off easier.

"A stunt like what?"

He pulls you in closer again, so your bodies are pressed against each other. No space between you.

"Oh, sweetheart. This innocent act might work on other people, but it doesn't work on me. I see right through ya."

You find a shred of confidence from somewhere, determined to make him sweat a little. You enjoy getting under his skin.

"And what do you see, Filip? Hmm?"

He smirks, mischievous and knowing.

"I see a strong, independent woman, who wants - no, sorry - needs, someone to put her in her place."

You raise your eyebrows at him, so he keeps going.

"You want to be broken apart and put back together again. You enjoy pushing my buttons, trying to get a rise from me, don't you? You think it's fun. But you've got no fuckin' idea about the things I want to do to you, honey. I'm not sure you want to know."

You're panting, now, your chest heaving with anticipation.

"Tell me," you whisper. "Tell me what you want to do to me. Please."

"Please? You wanna be polite now?"

You practically pout at him, big doe eyes begging him to just give in. But Filip Telford is nothing if not stubborn. He is, in fact, the most adamant person you've ever met.

"Chibs."

"Yeah, sweetheart?"

"Don't be mean."

"Mean? This ain't mean, baby. You're just used to everyone being sweet to you because you're pretty."

You smile, now. That's a pleasant surprise.

"You think I'm pretty?"

He rolls his eyes at you, chuckling.

"I think you know that by now."

"It's just nice to hear you say it."

He leans forward, pressing his mouth to your ear.

"You know what? Yeah. Let's go inside."

Chibs grabs your hand and leads you with him, pulling you at a quick pace across the yard. When you reach the door, he pulls it open for you, gesturing for you to enter first. Ever the gentleman.

The clubhouse is empty, which makes a change. The minute you’re inside, you feel two hands on your hips, pushing your back into the bar.

“You really wanna know?”

His accent has got thicker, tone low and dangerous.

“Yes,” you whisper. “Please. Tell me.”

“You’ll never look at me the same,” he begins, leaning down to speak right into your ear. “When you hear what I want to do to you.. the things I’ve thought about… you won’t be able to look me in the eye, sweetheart.”

You chuckle, tilting your head back to look at his face.

“I think you underestimate me a little, Chibs. Wait until you hear the things I’ve thought about in bed at night, when I can’t sleep.”

He presses a kiss into your neck, nipping at it gently. You groan at the contact, tilting your head to give him better access. One of his hands trails down your side, popping the button on your jeans with ease.

“Gonna take the edge off,” he murmurs, “and then fuck you the way you deserve when I get you home. Alright?”

You nod frantically, gripping onto his biceps to keep you upright. You rest your head against his chest, taking a deep breath to calm down.

“Chibs?”

“Yeah, sweetheart?”

“Will you kiss me?”

He smiles at you, all genuine and soft for a moment.

“Yeah, babe. I’ll kiss you. Been waiting for you to ask for a long time.”

He adds the last part quietly, as if he’s embarrassed to say it out loud. He leans down and presses his lips to yours, more tender than you were expecting. You hum in contentment, opening up to let him slip his tongue in. He tilts your head back, licking into your mouth all filthy and debauched.

One of his hands slips into the front of your jeans, tracing you over your underwear. You both groan at the action, lips still connected.

“Fuck, sweetheart. This all for me, hmm?”

You nod almost instantly, resting your head back on his chest. Chibs slips his hand under your waistband, gathering your slick before sliding a finger inside with ease.

“Knew you’d feel like this. Wet and warm and tight and fuckin’ perfect.”

You whine, winding your hips down to chase any friction he’ll give you.

“You’re filthy, darlin’. Letting me finger you in the clubhouse, huh? What if someone walks in, hmm? What if someone sees you like this?”

“Don’t care,” you choke out. “More, please.”

He chuckles darkly, slipping another finger in while rubbing at your clit in circles with his thumb. Your knees buckle, shaking as you grab onto him for dear life.

“I’ve got ya,” he’s murmuring into your ear, crooking his fingers. “I’ve always got ya.”

He speeds up his movements, leaning in to press open mouthed kisses down your neck. He nips you with his teeth occasionally, making you whine all high pitched and breathy. You know you’re gonna smell like cigarettes and gasoline for the foreseeable future.

“You’re close, aren’t ya? Can feel it, pretty girl. Give it to me.”

Chibs snakes his unoccupied hand around your back, holding you up as your legs shake. You fall over the edge, gasping into his chest as he mutters sweet nothings.

“There we go, atta girl. Good fuckin’ girl, hmm?”

You’re nodding, collapsing forwards against him. He pulls his hand from your jeans and instantly puts his fingers in his mouth, making your knees even weaker.

“Kiss me,” you whisper once again.

He obliges, softly connecting your lips. It’s gentle and careful and much more loving than you were expecting, but you’re not complaining. Not in the slightest.

“Now, darlin’. I’m gonna stick you back on that bike, take you home, and fuck you like you deserve. Okay?”

“Okay,” you grin at him, laughing when he chuckles.

You’d have to be insane to deny an offer like that.

@just-a-girl-who-wrytes

[silverflameataraxia]

[marvelous-slut]

Rekindle - Opie Winston x Reader

Y’all I’ve underestimated just how sexy Opie is. Like, stop for a minute and look at him. I’ve literally had this in my draft forever and I’m glad to finally get her out.

Warnings: MINORS, as always DNI! 18+ ONLY! Smut head folks.

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You turn the engine to your car off as you finally made it to the familiar garage. Teller Morrow. It had been at least 10 years since you’d gotten out of Charming and never looked back, even sitting in the garage brought back too many memories for your brain to count. Most were horrible memories, your father Otto being arrested right outside the club house/garage. Your mother coming in late into the night, drunken and loud. Knocking over things she didn’t need but wouldn’t throw away. If she didn’t come home, you knew she was right inside the club house sobbing for your father who was constantly in and out of prison. The more you thought about the horrible memories, the more pissed off you felt yourself becoming. You decided it was time to go in and face the members of SAMCRO, find out exactly what had happened to your mother. A part of you figured she’d gotten killed due to something with the club, or maybe one of her porn costars had beaten her to death. Whatever it was, you couldn’t allow yourself to feel one hundred percent sad about it. Your parents were never really parents, who could be when they were so invested in the club life?

You walk in to the club house, not much has changed since 10 years ago. The same smell of pussy and booze, the same mug shots hanging on the wall with the exception of a few who you assumed to be members. One struck you, taking it in as you looked at the familiar face. Harry Winston.

“Jesus Christ Ope.” You say softly, before you have any time to think about what he did or if he was still in, a voice brings you out of your thoughts.

“Well look at who’s here!” Piney, it was so good to see him. Even if he looked sick with the oxygen tubing sticking out of his nose. You walk over to him, opening your arms for his warm embrace. “How you doin’ kid?” He asks, smiling largely.

“I’m good Piney, how’d you end up with that shit hanging from your nose?” He chuckles deeply, letting out a cough once he’s done.

“Lung issues, too many Marlboros I guess.” You laugh and he pats you on the back, before you can ask any questions about Opie you get your answer. He stands outside the door of the chapel, leaning up against it and seeming like he’d rather be anywhere but here. Seeing you wasn’t something he was looking forward to like the rest of the club.

“Well, glad to see you made it out for someone’s funeral.” He speaks coldly before walking out of the club house completely. Piney can see the discomfort on your face and speaks up.

“Ignore him, he’s been a real prick since Donna died.” Donna, it had been two years since she passed. He was still mad about that? You sigh and shake your head. You didn’t attend Donnas funeral and maybe you should have, maybe you should have been there to support Opie. He’d called you after it happened, drunken and slurring almost every word that come out of his mouth. You felt it was disrespectful to Donna to come to her funeral and comfort her husband, who you dated for years and considered your first love. It didn’t feel right no matter what way you thought about it, so you didn’t come. That was the last time you’d heard from him until today.

“I guess death can do that to a person. I’ll see you later Piney, I have to go get started looking for a dress to bury mom in.” He hugs you once more, this time a little more tight than before.

“He still cares about you kid. He loved Donna, but he loved you too.” He whispers, making you go cold. You break the hug and smile at him softly, heading out the club house doors as fast as you could. Hoping Piney didn’t notice the grief written all over your face.

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You had been through many challenges before, but trying to find your mother an outfit for her funeral that wasn’t completely revealing may be something you weren’t able to do. She’d turned the house into an even bigger dump than it was before you left, ashtrays filled to the brim with butts, beer cans and bottles scattered everywhere. Clothes thrown to the side, on the tv, in the floor. It was a wreck. You prayed it wouldn’t be yours to deal with now. You move a pile of books on the bed to the side to lay out what clothing looked appropriate to bury someone in when a stack of photos falls out. You pick them up, looking at each one. A photo of you and Otto on his Harley, you were maybe 6 years old in the photo. It made you smile, even if there was a lot of shit memories connected to your father you did know he loved you. You knew it was shitty not to call or even visit him, if they’d even let you. You look to the next picture, feeling like someone had just hit you in the chest. A photo of you and Opie on your senior prom night.

“God, my hair. My face.” You say softly, laughing at how much different you looked. Your eyes roam over to Opie, he was much smaller than he is now. Hardly any hair on the poor boys face compared to now. You sigh, folding the picture and sticking it in your pocket. Maybe you’d get to show it to him, if he lets go of the issue of Donnas funeral before you leave. The knock at the door takes you away from reminiscing. You’re in shock at who stands behind the white, dirt covered door.

“I wanted to say I’m sorry for earlier. I guess I’m bad at letting shit go.” Opie says, he leans against the frame of the door, before you can suggest for him not to do it. “Can I come in?” You move out of the door way, noticing him looking around the disaster of a house.

“It’s a fuckin’ dump. Luann couldn’t keep a house up worth a shit apparently.” You say, he laughs a little bit. “There’s no way I’m staying here. Guess I’ll get a hotel till I go home.” You say, moving around some clutter, scared to sit on the couch even after it’s gone.

“If you need a place to crash, I’m sure the club wouldn’t mind if you stayed at the house. My house is pretty empty too, wife being dead and all.” You weren’t sure how to react to the last comment, so you didn’t acknowledge it.

“Thanks Ope. I found this going through moms stuff.” You hand him the photo, as soon as he looks at it he laughs. You feel your chest tighten when he does, even after all the years apart he still had an affect on you.

“Jesus, look how fuckin’ scrawny.” He says, you remember the first time he’d ever put his kutte on, how it was so baggy on him. He’d definitely grew into it over the years. “You were pretty, still are.” He says, you can’t help but smile at the comment.

“Don’t kiss my ass just cause you were being a shit head.” He grins, knowing you were half right. He felt awful for being so cold toward you, especially this being the chance to let you know that he’s never forgotten you. How you’d haunted him nearly everyday for the last 10 years.

“Listen, I gotta get going. Got some shit with the club that needs handled. If you need to crash at my place, you know where I am.”

“Thanks Ope. I really appreciate it. I’ll see you later?” He nods his head and closes the door behind him. You place your back to the door, hanging your head down. It shouldn’t be this way, the high school sweet heart still having some stupid affect on your mind years later. You look up, opening your eyes to a large rat sitting in front of you.

“Jesus fucking Christ!” You scream, grabbing the dress you’d found for your mother and slamming the door behind you.

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The porch light is barley shining when you step up to the door. You knock on the door, not having to wait long before it’s answered. Opie stands in the door way, only in a towel. Hair still wet from showering. You feel your eyes widen, looking him up and down. You knew it was obvious even if you had been praying it wasn’t.

“Sorry, didn’t think you’d stop by.” He says, moving out of the door way. You step in, the place was much different than your mothers. Clean, neat, no reason to be scared of being on the couch.

“So you just answer the door for anyone half naked?”

“Just the pretty ones.” You feel your face heat up at the comment. Embarrassed that you’re blushing like this. You place a hand on his thigh, rubbing it gently.

“Ope, I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you.” You say softly, he brings your head up to face him. Looking into his eyes makes your heart go faster than it had in years. He places his hand on the side of your cheek, caressing it gently.

“It’s okay.” Before you can respond, you feel yourself move closer, kissing him. He moves his hands to your hips as you stratal him, gripping them tightly. You run your fingers through his damp hair, the last time this had happened was when the two of you were 19 years old, what you’d thought would be the last time you ever got to be this close to him. You break the kiss and head down to the towel that covered him, uncovering his hardened cock. Turns out, everything about him had grown some in ten years. You lower your head down, running your tongue up his cock as he moans out. One thing you love about Opie, he never was afraid to be loud. He’d let you know how good you made him feel. You wrap your lips around his cock, moving your head up and down. Slowly, trying to get him going and eager for you. It worked very fast, he grabs a fist full of your hair, tugging it gently trying to get you to pick up the pace. It was hard to take him in your mouth without choking, you hadn’t been blessed with no gag reflex like most. Taking him little by little however, was driving him insane.

“Too big for you to handle now?” He asks, you can just in-vision the smirk plastered across his face. You decide to take it as a challenge, taking him until he hits the back of your throat. You hold in your gags, but the tears forming in your eyes can’t hide that you’re struggling with taking every inch of him.

“Fuck.” He mutters out, leaning his head up to watch the sight in-front of him. A sight that as much as he was ashamed to admit, thought about from time to time even while he was married to Donna. You pull your mouth off of him, slowly, letting him feel every movement as you do. He groans out, as you straighten yourself up, he’s pulling at the waistband of your shorts. Silently, he begs you to take them off. You begin to unbutton them and he helps get your underwear and shorts off swiftly. Eager to be inside of you. You reach your hands down to discard your shirt before you slide yourself down onto him. Your walls stretching with every inch you take of him. Moaning out, you rest your hands on his chest. He places his hands back onto your hips, helping you move and watches your face as you adjust to him.

“Oh my God. Ope.” You whimper out, moving yourself faster and more steady onto him. A hand finds its way to your breast, grasping it firmly. He moves his hand farther up to your mouth, he drags his thumb over your lips slowly. You open your mouth far enough for him to graze it over your teeth. Before you know it, you’re flipped onto your back. The feeling of him reinserting himself makes you whine out, arching your back as he picks up a steady pace. You turn your head, closing your eyes and taking in the feeling of pleasure that’s overwhelming your senses. He uses one of his hands to turn your head back to him, holding it there.

“I want you to look me in the eyes. I want to see how good I make you feel.” The words make you even wetter than you were, which at this point you’d thought was impossible. He feels your nails digging into his back, using your hands to pull him closer to you. Looking at your face and the way you tightly had your legs wrapped around him, he knew you were close to cumming. He speeds up, thrusting into you faster and a touch harder than before.

“Fuck! Ope-“ You’re unable to get another word out before you feel yourself tighten around him. You grab him, pulling him down and smashing your lips against his. You grind against him, making sure to ride the orgasm as long as possible. Feeling you grind against him sends him over the edge, he groans out as he releases into you. You would thank God later for the birth control pills, but right now that was the last thing on your mind. He pulls himself out of you, laying down beside you as you both try to catch your breaths. You try to make the shaking in your legs stop, but it’s useless. You decide to just lay there until you don’t feel shaky or hazy.

“So much for small talk huh?” You ask, he chuckles and stretches out his arm for you to come over. You do so, resting your head on his chest. The feeling feels so good, so familiar and you hate to think about it ending. Suddenly dreading going back home.

“Yeah. Maybe we can do that in the morning.” He says, kissing the top of your head.