A/N: Request for @calirindo. Jax imagine where his Old Lady is stressed so he gives her a massage and a happy ending. Smut warning. Here you go lovely!
“Babe, you gotta relax.” Jax said, rubbing his hands up Y/N’s bare back. “I’m trying, I just can’t stop thinking about all those reports that need to be written, all the meetings I’m supposed to be running.” Between club business and Y/N’s work schedule, Jax had missed her. This was the first night in a week that he’d gotten to see Y/N. He had insisted on no shop talk, just a quiet night in, promising her one of his back massages. Y/N had excitedly agreed, but was having a hard time switching off. “Why don’t you quit?” “What?” Jax let Y/N turn so she could see him, sitting back on his legs. “You hate this job. It does nothing but stress you out, you’re hardly home and when you are, you’re in work mode. I’m not saying it’s your fault, I’m just worried about you.” Y/N smiled up at him, and Jax brush a strand of hair behind her ear. “So, what, I just quit? And then what?” “You could spend time with your family. I miss you. Abel misses you. Shit, even my mom has been worried, asking if you’re okay.” A streak of guilt washed across her face, and Jax leant down, resting on his hands, kissing her softly on the cheek. “I have more than enough money to cover us. If you want to, get a part time job, get another full time job, work at the clubhouse. Hell, stay home and study to do something you actually want to do, then you’ll get to spend plenty of time with Abel.” Y/N sighed, nodding her head. “I just don’t want you to feel like you’re trapped working a job you hate when I wanna give you every opportunity to do what you love.” Y/N smiled at him, before reaching for her phone and opening her work email. Jax rolled his eyes, watching as Y/N typed away. After a few minutes typing, Jax grabbed the phone. “Seriously? Are you actually wor-” Jax started, stalling when he began to read. I advise that I will be resigning as of two weeks from the date of this email. Thank you for all the opportunities you have given me and I- Jax read what Y/N had written, smile spreading across his face. “You’re sure?” He asked, handing her back the phone. Y/N kept typing, finishing the email and sending it, putting the phone back on the bedside table. “As serious as sending in my resignation.” She smiled up at him, rolling back over on her stomach. “Now, where were we?” Jax resumed massaging into Y/N’s back, his hands working on her tense shoulders. “You still thinking about those reports?” He asked. “I’ll probably be thinking about those reports until I’ve officially left.” Y/N chuckled. In a quick motion, Jax moved from his position beside Y/N, knocking her legs apart and kneeling between them. Grabbing her hips, he pulled them up to meet his, smacking his hand against her ass cheek. Y/N yelped, her cheeks flushing red to match the red mark on her backside. “I think it’s gonna take more than a massage to take your mind off work.” He said, rubbing over the now fading mark from his hand. Y/N groaned, slowly grinding herself against Jax. She arched her back and Jax bit his lip, the visual and sensation driving him wild. Grabbing the base of his cock, he slid the tip between her folds, teasing her centre. He leant forward, still pressed against her. “What are you thinking about now?” He whispered in her ear. “I’m thinking about you, slowly pushing inside of me.” Y/N whispered back, a slight pant to her voice. Jax grinned, easing himself forward, Y/N gradually taking all of him in. “Mmm, just like that.” She purred. Jax picked up the pace, the sound’s of Y/N’s moaning driving him on. “Fuck, baby, don’t stop…” Y/N’s hands gripped the sheets, burying her face in the pillow, her moans becoming muffled. “No way, darlin’, I wanna hear you.” Jax said, moving the pillow away. “Ahh, Jax, I need you…” She stroked his ego with her words as he stroked her with his fingers, expertly circling around her clit as he thrusted. As she got closer to her release, Y/N clenched around him, bringing Jax closer to his. He gripped her hip harder, slamming into her now, the coil in his stomach tightening. Jax felt himself slipping over the edge, unable to contain himself as Y/N continued to call out to him. “Babe, ahh!” Jax grunted, completely buried inside of her as he came. “Jax!!” Y/N bucked against him, her leg shaking through her comedown. Jax lay down next to Y/N, pulling her down on to him, wrapping his arms around her. “Relaxed now, darlin’?” “I’m so relaxed, I’m thinking of calling in sick for the next two weeks. I never want to be that stressed again.”
Requested by Anon: One with Jax where you are best friends and he has had these feelings for you since you were kids he wants more but you don’t but you are willing to agree to do friends with benefits. you both agree once feelings are caught you both leave. it goes on for a year till he catches feelings for you. you don’t and it scares you off. she stops contacting him and he runs into her at a bar, they both sit and talk only for her to still not a relationship with him and they both continue to be fwb. (fwb) but she ends up pregnant and ends up living with him and they co parent but no relationship even after the baby?
Jax’s arms snaked around my waist, pulling me down on his lap. His mouth gently sucking on my earlobe, I shivered and leaned into his embrace, letting out a little moan.
“Come on (Y/N/N), when are you going to let me love you?”
I pulled away, looking into his eyes. “Come on Jax, we’ve been through this at least a hundred times.” I jumped off his lap and walked across the room.
I heard him get up and follow me, his body close to mine. “I love you (Y/N) Delaney!”
“Jesus Christ.” Taylor gripped her forehead, hoping to keep
her brains from spilling out. She pushed
the back of her head into the pillow beneath her and whipped her right hand to
the side in order to grab another pillow when her hand collided with someone.
“Jesus Christ, woman!” Jax, the same guy from last night,
“Oh my god!” Taylor yelled and then gripped her hand, “shit.”
“Hey you ok?”
“God, you are so loud right
now.” Taylor pressed her hands against
her forehead harder and peaked at him through one eye. His blonde hair was a little messy but god he
was gorgeous. His lips lifted in a smile
and he pushed her blue hair out of her face.
“Just a normal volume, darlin’.” His fingers swiped against her forehead and
she smiled. “What, no ‘did we have sex?’
freak out?” His fingers trail down her
“I’m wearing clothes. Unless you are the type of guy to redress the
girls you sleep with, we didn’t have sex.”
Taylor sighed and pushed on his shoulder to get him to lay back
down. She rested her head on his chest,
staring at the Abel tattoo staring her in the face. She tapped it lightly and rested her chin on
his chest to look up at him.
“My son. Long story.”
He said. He smiled and fluffed up
her hair, “you aren’t wreaking a marriage though.”
“Alright, good.” She leaned up and kissed his lips
lightly. “I know we did that last night.”
“Just a little.” Jax smirked and kissed her harder, pushing
his fingers through her hair to hold her lips to his.
“Alright. I’m going back to sleep and maybe this
headache will be gone.” She repositioned
herself with her arm around his torso.
His arm wrapped around her and played with the ends of her hair as she
fell asleep. After a few minutes, her
phone vibrated on the bedside table. Jax
narrowed his eyes at it and it finally stopped, only to pick up again. He rolled his eyes as he picked it up to turn
it off only to see “Nick”, the name she mentioned last night of the ex-fiancé. Jax glanced down at her as he ignored the
call and then saw a text open up on the display screen.
heard you went on the honeymoon. Hope
you’re doing ok.
Jax rolled his eyes and opened
up the text, excited that she didn’t have a passcode, and opened the
camera. He positioned the phone to get
her sleepy smile and his lips pressed against her forehead. He quickly pushed the send button
think she’s doing fine, man.
Jax shut off the phone and
placed it next to his own. He felt her
tense and stretch along his body.
“You aren’t going to let me
sleep, are you?” Taylor nuzzled her head
against his chest and he laughed.
“You know what else could get
rid of a hangover headache?” Jax
whispered against her hair. She shivered
from his deep, groggy voice and warm breath.
“Greasy breakfast?” Taylor whispered.
“Breakfast, yes. For you? No.”
Jax flipped her over and let his lips sweep over hers. His hand drifted down her side and gripped
her hip, swiping his thumb over the top of her underwear. “That ok, darlin’?” His nose drifted over hers as he felt her
breath leave her. Her eyes widened but
she nodded her head quickly.
“Fuck yes.” She said. He gripped the tank top she had on
and pulled it off of her quickly. His
eyes swept over her as her hand lifted and threaded her fingers through his hair. She pulled his lips down to hers as his hand
skated down her side and gripped her thigh, pulling it around his hip. He leaned his body into hers and she groaned,
feeling him grow between her thighs. She
ran her nails down his back and pulled back from him, her eyes hooded and
looking down his body.
“Seriously, were you sculpted
by a God? Jesus.” She kissed him again and rolled them over,
her legs straddling him and her hands holding herself up on his pecks. She let one hand trail down his stomach and
felt the bumps of his abs, biting her bottom lip, “honestly, with this body I’m
sure you have an ego the size of Texas but, damn man.” He let out a loud laugh and let his hands
trail up her sides to her chest, each hand holding a breast. After a second, he slid his hands to her back
and pulls her down to him, rolling so he’s back on top.
“Now relax darlin’. Let me take care of you.” Jax kissed her neck and continued his trail
down to her underwear, pulling it off of her with his teeth. She gasped when he returned and lifted both
of her legs over his shoulders and smiled at her.
It’s hard not to hate. People. Things. Institutions. When they break your spirit and take pleasure in watching you bleed, hate is the only thing that makes sense. But I know what hate does to a man. It tears him apart. Turns him into something he’s not. Something he’d promised himself he’d never become.
Warnings: Croweaters being bitches, self-consciousness, body shame, self-loathing
Requested by @mamapeterson:
Hi babe! Could I possibly request a plus!size reader X Jax one shot. Reader is self conscious, but she usually puts on a good front. And then one day, she overhears a group of women talking about her. She’s upset, of course, but to Jax, she’s perfect. I LOVE YOU!
A/N: I did my best on this my love!! I hope you love it!!! Feedback is greatly appreciated and I hope the rest of you enjoy this as well! :D
“He’s been eye fucking you all night.” Jax says, trying to keep the bitterness from his words but failing majorly. You frown, grabbing your drink hot dog from the vendor and paying him.
“Who?” you ask, walking back towards the group. Jax scoffs, taking a harsh drag from his cig, seemingly annoyed. “Ryan?”
Jax doesn’t respond, leading you to believe you’ve got it right. Rolling your eyes, you take a bite from your food, trying not to get sauce all over your face. “He’s just a friend, Jax. Why do you care anyway?”
“I don’t. Just don’t like the way he’s looking at you, that’s all.” It’s bittersweet as you reach the others, thankful to get away from Jax’s moods but wanting to know why he’s so bothered in the first place.
“Fireworks start in ten.” Opie says, Lyla nestled under his arm. You all start walking towards where the fireworks are being let off, Ryan falling back to walk next to you.
“Your biker boy doesn’t seem to like me very much.” Ryan chuckles, you smiling sympathetically.
“He’s just, well, Jax.” you say, Ryan smirking at your lack of explanation. Shrugging, you nudge him lightly with your arm. “He’ll warm up to you soon enough.”
“Doubt it, he thinks I’m competition.” You wait for him to continue, spotting Jax up ahead, his head turning to look at you, the same pissed off expression on his face. “It’s obvious he’s in love with you.”
You choke on your food, coughing loudly as Ryan taps your back, trying to help you recover. Once you’ve successfully dislodged the food from your throat, you turn to look at him. “What? No, you’ve got it all wrong..”
“Oh, (Y/N).” he tuts, throwing his arm around your shoulder. “Still so naive.”
You don’t say anymore as you reach the field, the grassy area full of the people of Charming waiting patiently for the show of bursting colour to begin.
“Is it bad that I’m getting a kick out of pissing him off?” You look over at Jax as Ryan talks, feeling sorry for the bottle of beer in Jax’s grip, his fingers white as he squeezes it for dear life.
“Don’t be an asshole.” you comment, shrugging his arm from around you. “I’m just gonna go see if he’s alright.”
“Use protection.” he laughs childishly, causing you to punch him in the arm, not being able to control the smile on your lips.
Striding over to the mardy looking biker, you smile at him, the crease between his browz remaining. “Your face is gonna get stuck like that if you keep frowning.”
He doesn’t even acknowledge you as you speak, refusing to meet your gaze as he looks towards the crowd of citizens. You feel your mood start to turn sour at his coldness, a pang of embarrassment hitting you in the chest.
“Asshole.” you mutter, deciding to let him wallow in his own negative juices. You stride forwards, a grip on your arm stopping you in your tracks. “What?”
“I’m not the asshole here, your so called ‘friend’ is.” he says, emphasising the word friend in a sarcastic manner. You yank your arm out of his grip, raising your eyebrows in disbelief.
“You’re so childish! What’s it to you who I’m friends with and not friends with?” you challenge, folding your arms across your chest. All you receive is a look of surprise, Jax not expecting you to retaliate in such a fiesty manner.
He shakes his head, his tongue running over his lower lip. His voice is less agitated once he speaks, a calmer grain behind his words. “You really don’t get it do you?”
“What? That you’re a dick?” You regret your response as soon as it leaves your lips, not enjoying the flash of hurt that passes through Jax’s eyes, though it’s gone as quick as it appeared.
“Forget it.” You huff, rolling your eyes in exasperation as he strides away from you, his form tense as he does so.
“Jesus Christ.” you mumble to yourself, following his steps only seconds after he’s disappeared, his figure turning out of sight. You jog, cursing his long legs as you try to catch up, finally spotting him in an abandoned area of the park.
“You walk kinda quick, you know that?” He turns his head towards you, eyes trained on yours as he lights up the stick, before turning away again as he takes a drag. “I’m sorry for calling you a dick. Can you just tell me what’s up?”
“Nothing, I’m fine.” You don’t budge, instead carefully taking the cigarette from his fingers and taking a drag, showing you’re not leaving anytime soon. “You shouldn’t pick up on my habits.”
You shrug, letting the smoke escape from your mouth. “You can do it, why can’t I?”
“I’m already poisoned.” he says, retrieving the cigarette from you and taking another drag, before doubting it against the tree. “You’re too good for it.”
“What if I think you’re too good for it?” you argue, taking a step closer to him, convinced his anger level has lowered.
“I’d say you’re wrong.” he shrugs, smirking at the annoyed expression on your face. “Sorry, darlin’, but it’s true.”
“Well, I think you’re wrong. You’re more than good enough, and you’re not poisoned.” you state, reaching him and poking his chest lightly, enjoying the way he squirms under your touch.
“Whatever you say, angel.” he says, though you can tell your words have brightened his mood. “You need to get back, you’re gonna miss the fireworks.”
“I don’t mind, I’d rather stay with you.” A blush creeps up your neck after you’ve spoken, butterflies fluttering in your stomach as you look into the distance, trying to control your jitters.
“Yeah. Views better here, anyway.” he says, his eyes focused on nothing but you as you look back at him.
You hum in response, crossing your arms, unable to control the way your lips curl up. “That so?”
He nods in confirmation, running his hands through his hair, taming back a few stray tendrils. He steps towards you, reaching out for you cautiously, his actions slightly more confident once he sees that you don’t deny him.
He pulls you towards him gently by your shirt, not sure how to dance in the newly discovered territory. You’re the same, unsure how to react to his advances before your palms find their place on his chest, the action almost natural. “This okay?”
You nod slightly, not wanting to disturb the current between the two of you, your fingertips tracing the patches on his kutte nervously, feelings of anxiety and excitement swirling within.
Your eyes flutter closed as he wraps his arms around you, yours slipping around his neck as the two of you embrace. You don’t miss the way his grip tightens around your body, a heavy sigh leaving his lips as he holds you to his chest.
“It’s okay.” you whisper, sensing the urgency in the way he squeezes you, like having you in his clutches relieves the immense burden that he carries around on his shoulders. “You’re alright.”
He pulls away after a few seconds, a kiss being left upon your forehead as he does so. You close your eyes at the feeling, angling your head up slightly to brush your nose against his own, skin tingling at the action.
He slips his hands under your shirt, the calloused yet delicate digits stroking your exposed skin as his breath tickles your lips, tension thick in the air.
“Jax.” you say breathlessly, pulling on the locks at the nape of his neck. That’s all he needs to take the lead, his lips pressing against yours for the first time, his pressure featherlight.
A quiet moan slips from you, Jax gripping your hips in response before pressing his lips harder against your own, his movements becoming more and more confident.
The taste of smoke and mint dances it’s way onto your tongue as the kiss deepens, the concoction making your head swirl. Jax nibbles on your lower lip teasingly, your body completely controlled by his touch.
He only separates once you’re both breathless, his forehead pressed against yours as flick your tongue across your lips, savouring the taste of him within your mouth.
“I should’ve done that a long time ago.“ he chuckles, his thumbs swiping backwards and forwards over your skin. You hum in agreement, revelling in the sensation of floating, head swimming within the clouds.
Loud banging erupts from within the distance, the sky blasted with streams of vibrant colour. The display creates the perfect setting, your mouth finding Jax’s again as you experience his lips all over again, never wanting to be without it again.
A/N - I’m really happy with how this turned out!! I hope you guys are too :) Let me know what you think, your feedback is always welcome and appreciated ❤ love you all xxxxx