Grumpy

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After a long day running around with the club, there was nothing Jax liked to do more than relax and take a breather, not one to question the brief pause in his usually chaotic life or take it for granted. 

His favorite place to do that was at home, but since he’d been out all day with the guys, the clubhouse was actually closer when they got back into town, so he went there instead to have a few drinks. 

It was nearing seven when he got to the clubhouse, and Jax instantly went over to the bar, grabbing a couple of beers and setting them down on the surface of the bar before he sat down on one of the stools. 

Music was playing through the jukebox by the mugshot wall, mixing with the chatter of the guys as they either talked to each other, drank by themselves, or chatted up one of the lingering crow eaters that always seemed to be around the clubhouse. 

It was normal for the clubhouse to be more lively now than it is during the day, since it wasn’t often that the club is actually there for long before they’re out doing business or check-ins for their partners. When they came back though, normally after dinner time, the place became a little crowded. 

Jax was halfway through his second beer when he heard the sound of heels clacking on the floor, increasing in volume until they stopped, and when he turned his head to the left, he saw a girl with dark brown hair and blue eyes hidden under long, thick lashes that fluttered as she batted them at him. When he let his eyes take more of her in, a short, unimpressed huff left his mouth when he saw how low her shirt hung, and he looked away from her.

“Hey,” she said, shifting on her feet as she put her hands in the back pockets of her jeans. Jax glanced at her again, and she tilted her head, putting on quite the show as she bit down on her lip, letting her eyes trail him up and down. When they caught sight of the President patch on his kutte, her eyes widened, and a flash of excitement crossed her face. 

He didn’t know if this was her first time here, or if she was just oblivious, but the way she lit up at the possibility of fucking the President of SAMCRO told him that she either had no idea that she was shooting a shot that would miss miserably, or she simply didn’t care. 

She pushed her chest out, her confidence seeming to not deflate in the slightest when he didn’t look down at where he knew her tits were nearly spilling out of her top. “You havin’ a good night?” she asked, her voice equally sweet as it was seductive. 

Jax lifted the bottle to his lips, nodding once. “Yeah,” he answered before taking a swig from the bottle, and he huffed out a laugh of disbelief when he caught sight of the way her eyes seemed to be fixated on his mouth. 

The girl pursed her lips, lifting one shoulder. “Can I try to make it even better?” she asked, the offer more than obvious at this point. 

Jax set the beer down onto the bar, an exasperated sigh leaving his lips. “I’m already spoken for, darlin’,” he said, using the name to soften the blow. It was the name that slipped out when he was trying to let a girl down easy, or when he was trying to seduce his way into a one night stand with one a few years back, but it was also the name he’d never called you, because unlike the rest of the girls around him, you were solely reserved for him, like he is for you. 

This girl seemed nice enough, if not extremely oblivious, but her inability to read the room was a little irritating. She pouted, lifting a hand to touch his shoulder, but she missed when he pulled back, and her hand went back into her pocket. “I won’t tell if you won’t,” she said, as if that would help convince him at all. 

Jax shook his head, nodding past her shoulder where Happy was currently burying his face between another girl’s breasts. “If you’re lookin’ for a fun night, it’s right over there, darlin’,” he said, “That one likes more than one pretty girl in his bed.” 

The girl looked over her shoulder and caught sight of Happy, and her lips pressed together. She didn’t give Jax another glance as she turned and made her way over to the couch, where she promptly sat down on Happy’s other thigh, and he all too willingly let her join in. 

Jax huffed out a scoff, taking another swig of his beer when Tig stumbled his way over to the bar, clearly on his fourth or fifth beer. “Hey, Jax,” he said, his voice even more slurred than normal, “Jax, where’s your girl, man? I thought she’d be here. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her… not with you.”

He watched as Tig reached over the bar and grabbed a random bottle, twisting the cap and letting it shoot off in a direction to be completely forgotten about, and Jax shrugged. “I don’t know. She’ll probably come by when she’s done doin’... whatever shit she’s doin’,” he answered, a short laugh leaving his lips as he finished off his beer. 

Tig laughed loudly, shaking his head as he leaned most of his weight against the bar. “You got a crazy fuckin’ old lady, you know that? No offense, man, but fuck. Your chick is fuckin’ nuts sometimes,” he said, and Jax smirked around the new bottle of beer he’d opened. 

He knew Tig was holding back on telling him that you weren’t nuts sometimes, you were fucking nuts all the time, but everyone had seen the result of what happens when they pick on you too much, and it’s never a good thing, so it was smart to keep his mouth shut after that. 

“Yeah,” he muttered, “I know she is.”

But that was one of the reasons why Jax was so in love with you. You’re crazy as hell, one of the most unpredictable people he’s ever met in his life, and he can confidently say he’s never once looked at you and knew exactly what was going through your mind. But you’re also sweet, reliable to him in the same way he is with you, and one of the most amazing people in his life. 

Like he’d manifested you, the door swung open a few minutes later and you walked in. Tig straightened up when he saw you and quickly excused himself to the couch in the far corner, busying himself with a girl as your eyes scanned the room for a few moments before they locked onto Jax’s. 

A big, happy smile formed on your face, and you started to make your way over to him. As you passed by one of the tables, your hand shot out seemingly like it was out of pure instinct, and you knocked over an empty beer bottle, the sound of it shattering on the floor registering to everyone but you. 

Bobby, who’d been sitting on the chair next to that table, gave you a look that was of barely concealed annoyance, but you didn’t even spare him a glance, your focus deadset on getting to Jax, who just let out a low laugh, shaking his head in amusement. 

Fucking nuts indeed. 

You had one hand behind your back as you kept walking until you stopped right beside Jax, and you beamed up at him with a smile that was definitely unsettling to most, but to Jax it was a smile he’d seen on your face countless times now. 

“Hi, my sexy, broody man,” you greeted, wrapping your arm around his and pulling him down to you so you could press no less than five quick kisses to his cheek. When you pulled back, there was a rare but small smile on Jax’s face, and it only grew when you revealed what you were hiding behind your back. “I saw these and thought of you, ‘cause you’re both sweet and sour.” you teased, smirking up at him as you held up the bag of sour candy. 

Jax’s brows lifted on his head, his right arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you close to his side. “Sweet and sour, huh?” he repeated, shaking his head again as a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. “You’re such a fuckin’ dork. But that’s sweet of you, babe.” he said, his voice lacking any real harshness.

“Well, you’re on my mind for most of the day, Jax. Everything reminds me of you,” you stated as if it was well known information, and you inched closer to him as you leaned up towards his face. “I would’ve brought more things, but I only have so many hands.” 

You have a habit of collecting things and gifting them to him, and while most of them weren’t practical or useful at all, they still have a place on the shelf in his laundry room, because they were from you and that meant something to him. 

He also knew that if he were to reject a gift, he’d be put into hot water with you, and arguments and fights between you and him were rarely resolved because of how stubborn you both are, so he usually doesn’t even bother now. 

“Yeah?” Jax mumbled, pulling you closer to his side as you leaned up to kiss his cheek again, but this time he turned his head to meet each of your kisses. He felt the way you smiled against his mouth in between each kiss, and it only grew when he reached down with his free hand and took the bag of candy from you while you were distracted. “And what exactly did you get up to today?” he asked when he pulled away, setting the bag down onto the bar beside his beer. 

You hummed, looking away from him and around the room, suspiciously avoiding his eyes as you shrugged all too casually. “Oh, you know…” you trailed off, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as you moved onto his lap, sitting sideways on his thighs. “I may or may not have stolen those from the store.” 

You nodded at the candy, and Jax let out a strained laugh. “‘Course you did,” he muttered, this not even close to being the first time you’ve swiped something off the shelf at a store and left before someone could see you do it. Jax himself has done it a handful of times, but not to the extent that you’ve done it. He’s only really stolen a pack of cigarettes, or a bottle of alcohol here and there, but it’d been years since he’d swiped anything. 

“And I may or may not have taken a drink off a kid’s lemonade stand,” you added, then quickly spoke up again before he could say anything. “But I don’t think paying five bucks for something I could make for free is a good deal, you know?”

Jax closed his eyes and tipped his head back a bit. “Jesus Christ, you stole from a fuckin’ kid’s lemonade stand?” he grunted, his left hand coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose as his right arm draped over your waist. He ran his hand through his hair as he nodded at the bag of candy, “That’s bad enough,” he said then took your chin between his thumb and index finger, tilting your face down so you were looking him in the eyes. “Baby, you can’t go ‘round robbin’ kids. Even if their prices are bullshit.”

He knew he could try all he wanted to get through to you about this kind of thing, God knows he’s spent hours trying to in the past, but you’d always find a way to defend your actions. While Jax didn’t really care too much about what you did, he knew that if you weren’t at least trying to be careful, you’d end up in jail for however long, and he prefers to have you exactly as you are right now. On his lap. 

You let out a loud scoff, rolling your eyes as you looked away from him with an overly dramatic shrug. “They would’ve robbed me instead if I actually paid five bucks for a cup of watered down lemonade that was only filled halfway,” you turned on his lap, pressing your chest against his as you gave him a comically serious look. You genuinely didn’t see what was wrong with what you did, and of course it was enough to have Jax not caring at all anymore. “Besides, they’re the rich kids who are constantly playing in the streets and don’t care about the very real fact that people need to drive on those streets to get to places. I did them a favor, I think. Now they know not to try and scam people or they’ll get robbed. It’s common sense, really.”

That had another laugh leaving his lips, your justification absolutely ridiculous but also absolutely something you’d say to defend stealing from children, even the spoiled, rich ones. Your ability to justify some of the craziest shit he’s ever heard in his life was almost admirable, and trying to reason with you was a lost cause, especially when you’ve already got it implemented in your mind that you did nothing wrong.

His hands moved to your lower back as your own braced on his shoulders. “Common sense, huh? Robbin’ kids is real fuckin’ sensible, babe. That’s just plain wrong,” he muttered, no real anger behind his tone. “You just don’t give a fuck, do you?”

You squinted at him, pursing your lips as you leaned in and pressed your forehead against the side of his head. “I give a fuck about you,” you said lowly, dragging your teeth along his ear. “In fact, you’re the only person I really give a fuck about, baby,” you poked your tongue out and dragged it along his cheekbone, and thankfully it was dark in the clubhouse, and thankfully everyone minded their own business whenever you’re around. “Even if you do try to make me feel guilty about robbing little humans.”

Jax held back a groan as you and he fell into your own little world. “I’m the only one who puts up with your ass,” he said back, one hand tangling in your hair and pulling your head back so he could look at you. “But I love you. Even when you’re actin’ like a fuckin’ lunatic. You’re my fuckin’ lunatic.”

You smiled at that, not taking any offense to his words like he knew you wouldn’t. “Well, I love you too,” you replied, dropping your forehead to his a little roughly. “And I’m kinda horny now.”

Jax grunted, giving your hips a firm squeeze before guiding you off his lap. You stumbled along with him as he grabbed both his beer and the bag of candy, then he crowded behind you, guiding you towards the hallway. “Are you taking me away to fuck me?” you hummed, your voice low enough so that no one could really hear you as you and he passed by the guys. “Or did I embarrass you in front of your club?” 

He laughed under his breath, shaking his head as he pressed his front against your backside, guiding you forward with his body. “Nah, baby, you didn’t embarrass me,” he said back as you and he passed by the couch that Happy and the nameless girl who tried to seduce him earlier were sitting on. He leaned down so his mouth was right next to your ear, his free hand placed firmly on your hip. “And yeah, I’m gonna fuck you, ‘cause I missed your ass today. That alright with you?”

You let out a needy moan just as you and he reached the bedroom in the back, and he quickly pushed you inside before closing and locking the door behind him. As soon as he turned around, you were on him, throwing yourself at him and forcing yourself into his arms. “I missed you too,” you murmured, wrapping your arms around his neck as you leaned up and kissed him. 

Jax stumbled a bit, wrapping one arm around your middle and lifting you up. He held you against him as he started walking you backwards towards the bed, his left hand setting the beer and candy bag down onto the nightstand once he was close enough. 

Stopping just in front of the bed, he reached down and tugged at your shirt, pulling it up and off your body with an ease he’d perfected decades ago. His hands ran up your sides, his thumbs tracing along the undersides of your breasts as he pulled back and looked down at you. 

Before he could say anything, you spoke up, “You’re going to say something really cheesy now, aren’t you?” you asked, your own hands sliding up to pull at the leather of his kutte. “Even though you’ve seen my tits hundreds of times now.”

Jax laughed under his breath, helping you pull the leather from his body and letting it join your shirt on the floor. “You’re beautiful,” he said, his voice lacking the roughness it usually holds with everyone else. With you it’s always much softer. “And I don’t care. I love your tits.” he added, his hands coming up once more to cover your breasts. “And I love that you’re mine.”

You moaned loudly, because even though you complain at how soft he sometimes gets for you, there was no denying the way you always reacted to it. When he dipped his head down to kiss along your chest, his lips teasingly dragging along one of your nipples, you grabbed onto his shirt. “And you’re mine, Jax,” you said back, pulling him with you at the same time he pushed you down onto the bed. 

Jax settled between your thighs, his mouth pressing kisses along your chest and the tops of your breasts as his hands moved further down your body. His fingers popped open the button on your jeans, and he guided them down your legs, sitting back on his knees as he looked down at you. 

Your skin was already flushed, your lips damp and puffy from his own, and your chest was already starting to rise and fall more quicker than before. You looked like you belonged to him, and the sight had his cock twitching almost painfully in his jeans. 

Jax tugged off your panties, leaving you bare beneath him as you stared up at him with wide, trusting eyes that had him biting down harshly on his lip. He moved down your body, pushing your thighs apart with his shoulders as he kissed along your stomach. The first swipe of his tongue along your folds had you both groaning, and as he guided your legs over his shoulders, he knew that you tasted far better than any bag of candy you would ever steal for him. 

Your head fell back onto the pillow, a soft, needy sigh escaping your lips as he buried his face between your thighs. He licked at your folds a few times, collecting your wetness on his tongue while also leaving behind his own, then his mouth moved upwards and gently sucked on your clit. 

His fingers slowly slid inside of you, your tight, warm walls all too eagerly welcoming him inside, greedy for him as if he didn’t do this to you at least five times a week. Your hands slid into his hair, tugging at the strands as he flicked his tongue over your clit, smirking against you when your body gave an involuntary jolt as his teeth dragged gently along the puffy bud. 

“Fuck, Jax,” you nearly stuttered on just those two words, and he knew it wouldn’t be long at all before he was able to tame that wild mind of yours with his mouth and fingers and cock. 

His fingers worked in and out of you, your slick coating him like a second skin as he pulled back just slightly to look up at you, his lips glistening in your arousal. Your head was tipped back more, your brows drawn together and your stomach fluttering in the way that told him you were close. You were always so wound up, it was never hard to get you to unravel at just the slightest touch.

Jax paused his fingers, his smirk growing at the way you tried to fuck yourself down onto them, and he slowly pulled them out of you. “Not yet, baby,” he murmured, turning his head and pressing an opened mouthed kiss to your inner thigh. 

He sat back up on his knees, letting you shift closer to him and rub yourself along the front of his jeans, creating a slick spot on his thigh. Jax sucked his fingers into his mouth, cleaning them of your arousal before he reached behind his head, fisting the fabric of his shirt and pulling it off his body. 

Your breathy sounds turned into a loud whine when he reached down and grabbed your hips, stopping your movements as you worked yourself on his thigh. “Jax-”

But you quickly forgot whatever complaint that was about to leave your mouth when he gave a light smack to the side of your thigh. “I don’t wanna hear it,” he said, his other hand reaching up to cradle your chin and jaw, forcing you to look up at him before he leaned down and pressed a firm, hard kiss to your mouth. “You know I’m gonna give you what you need, baby. Just be fuckin’ patient for me.”

You let out a breathy moan when he pulled away, holding your stare for a few moments before he grabbed your hips and turned you over onto your stomach. He unzipped and pushed down his jeans and boxers, freeing his aching cock, then grabbed your waist and pulled your hips up. 

“Time is a precious thing, Jax,” you muttered, “We’re all going to die one day, and I don’t want to waste my life waiting for you to-” you were abruptly cut off once more, this time by a weak gasp as he rubbed the head of his cock through your folds, coating himself in your wetness. 

“Waiting for me to what? Huh?” he mocked, teasing you just a bit more since you didn’t listen to his request for you to be patient, like he didn’t think you would. “Sometimes you talk too much, babe. Need to fuck you ‘til you forget how to use that pretty mouth of yours properly.”

You let out a moan at that, propping your head on your forearms. “You like it when I talk,” you pointed out, and Jax just rolled his eyes before pushing his hips forward.

Jax let out a groan at the same time you let out a moan of relief, your fingers twisting up the sheets of the bed while his own dug into your hips so hard that his knuckles turned white. That first thrust was always the best and equally the worst, because you were so fucking tight, it always felt like he was about to cum after only being inside you for less than five seconds. 

“Jesus, baby. You’re so fuckin’ tight,” he rasped, one hand sliding up the length of your back until his fingers curled around your shoulder, partly to steady himself, and partly to be able to pull you back onto his cock as he started to thrust into you. 

He pulled out almost entirely, his entire cock coated in your warm wetness, then pushed back in with a steady shift of his hips. They hit your ass every time he pushed back into you, the light slapping sound filling the room as he just about lost himself to the feeling of you. 

“Fuck, look at you,” he grunted, eyes darting down to where you and he are connected, looking at how perfectly your pussy stretches to take him, and how gorgeous you look like this. You whined loudly, your skin flushing at his words as your fingers tightened in the sheets. 

Your back arched even more, your ass pushing up against him and tempting him in all the best ways. His hand on your hip slid under you, cradling your belly and lifting you higher, giving him the best possible access to you he could get and allowing him to sink even deeper.

“So fuckin’ hot, takin’ me so good,” he praised, his hand moving from your stomach to your chest, and he squeezed one of your breasts in his palm. “Feels so fuckin’ good, babe.”

You mewled at that, no remark or words at all leaving your mouth as he fucked into you, ensuring that the only thought going through your head being how good he feels inside of you. He loved you when you had no filter and when you didn’t have much care at all for most things, but he also loved how drunk you get off of him and how he was able to reduce you to nothing but a moaning, blabbering mess for him. 

“Yeah, that’s it,” he murmured, leaning over you so his front pressed right up against your back. “That pretty head of yours is fuckin’ empty, huh? Can’t think about anythin’ other than how deep my cock is, how good it feels inside you.”

A long, strangled moan left your mouth at that, and you just nodded in reply, weakly pushing your head up when he placed a kiss to your jaw and cheek. The hand that was on your shoulder moved to your throat, and he wrapped it around you with a gentle pressure. 

One of your own hands came up to wrap around his wrist, holding onto it tightly as he gently squeezed your throat. “Fuck,” you gasped, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip as your eyes squeezed shut, almost pushing your head forward and leaning into the pressure he had on your neck. 

Jax grunted, tightening his grip just a bit more, and the way your core clenched around him told him you liked it. “That’s it, baby. Feels so good, doesn’t it? Needed this, didn’t you?” he muttered, fucking into you a little harder until the worn bed creaked under your joined weight. Your sounds became whinier and more consistent, and your walls became tighter around him, letting him know that you were close. “Come on, babe. Cum for me.” he murmured, dipping his head down and kissing along your shoulder. 

A choked gasp tumbled from your mouth and your nails dug into the skin of his wrist as your head tipped back onto his shoulder. “Jax. Fuck,” you whimpered, and he felt the way you tensed up against him. Your core squeezed him tight, soft tremors raking through your body as you fell apart in his arms. 

Jax groaned deeply as your body trembled, and he buried his face in your neck as he gave a few more deep thrusts before spilling deep inside of you. “Fuck,” he repeated, his voice hoarse as his hips ground against your ass, his hands moving down to grab onto your hips tightly. 

You whined as he filled you up, your core weakly pulsing around him until his cum started to leak out around his cock. He pressed down heavily against you, keeping you pinned between the bed and his body while also being mindful to not completely crush you. 

A few moments passed with neither of you saying anything. Jax peppered kisses along your sweaty shoulder as he waited for you to calm down, then he slowly pulled out of you and watched as you instinctively closed your legs, trying to stop him from leaking out of you. 

Jax moved onto his back beside you, his chest heaving slightly as he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you flush against his side. “You good?” he asked, watching as you nodded with that cock-drunk look still on your face. He grinned at you, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your lips. “I love you.”

You hummed, pressing another firm, chaste kiss to his mouth before pulling away with a soft smacking sound. “I love you. And I’m really fucking thirsty,” you said, sitting up on the bed and reaching over to grab the now warm bottle of beer from off the nightstand. 

You took a long sip from it as you also grabbed the bag of candy, and you tossed it at him as you leaned back against the headboard. 

Jax let out a short laugh, shaking his head as the candy bag landed on his lower stomach before sliding off onto the bed next to him. “Thought we could have more than a second of quiet, babe,” he said, sitting up a bit and watching as you drank from his beer bottle. 

Just as quickly as your mind had become blank, it was back to being an unpredictable, but beautiful, mess again. While sex was a good way to clear your head, it was usually only after two or three rounds that you’d be too tired to do anything but lay with him. You were too restless to cuddle for too long after only one round, no matter how intense that round was. 

You looked over at him and smiled, and he knew that even though he had not the slightest clue as to what goes on in your head, he wouldn’t change a single thing about you. 

He took the bottle from you and drank the rest of it before setting it aside, then he patted his thigh as he reached for the bag of candy. “Sit with me for a sec, yeah?” he said, and you crawled over to him again, settling down on his thigh. 

Jax ripped open one corner of the bag and he poured some of the candies onto your palm when you held it out to him. As you both snacked on the stolen candy, Jax held you close to him since he wasn’t ready to let you get too far just yet. Just because you recover quickly after one round of sex, definitely doesn’t mean he does too. He was still very much in the need to hold you and stay still for a few more minutes part of it. 

When you let out a pleased laugh, he looked over at you. “What?”

You shrugged, your eyes dropping down to his mouth as you watched him chew. “Just thinking about how much better overpriced candy tastes after you didn’t pay for it,” you commented, and Jax huffed out a laugh, draping his arm over your shoulders and pulling you close. 

“Yeah, you would be thinkin’ that,”

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I think I’m giving up on the tagging for fics... It overwhelms me a little bit... so I won’t be tagging for the next while! I may pick it up again in the future, who knows....

You’d never been with someone quite like Clark before. 

He was new and exciting and like a breath of fresh air, and that scared you a little because you’d never felt as safe and as comfortable in a relationship like you do in yours and his. 

Clark had become your safe space. And while Superman is everyone else’s safety, Clark is all yours. 

Yeah, he told you his secret pretty early on in the relationship. You and he had only been together for about three weeks before he let it slip to you, and he paired it with saying that he can see a real future with you, and he didn’t want to keep things from you. He wanted to be your partner, and he wanted to be honest and open with you. 

He was all in. 

And so were you. How could you not be? Clark was walking, talking perfection. He’s sweet in every way, kind beyond words, and he loves with his whole heart. He’s also incredibly attentive, sensitive, and unbelievably sexy, but only a handful of people in his life get to experience those first two, and only you get to experience that last one. 

And Clark truly is unbelievably attractive. He’s well over 6 feet tall, probably nearing 6’5 if he’s wearing the right shoes, and he’s just so… big. All over. His biceps are the size of your head, his torso covers your body entirely if he’s standing in front of you, and his shoulders are so wide, you’re surprised he doesn’t need to turn sideways to fit through a doorway. 

But, again, he’s also so sweet and kind and loving, you weren’t sure how someone could be that perfect, but he was definitely the closest thing to it. 

You and he have been dating for eight months now, and things couldn’t be better. Clark walks you to and from work, which was a given since you and he both work at the Daily Planet, and you often spend the nights at either his apartment or yours, and every time you look over your shoulder at him, you always find him already looking at you, and every time his smile only grew whenever you locked eyes. 

Your co-workers and mutual friends tease you both relentlessly, but you and Clark are at that point in your relationship and are totally comfortable that you don’t even care. They could tease all they wanted, you and Clark were all in. The teasing was only light-hearted anyway, since anyone with eyes could see how truly happy you make each other, and there was no reason to try and make either of you feel any differently about that. 

It was one of those rare days where Clark had been hauled into Perry’s office for most of the morning, surely being given another grueling assignment since he did so well on the last one. 

That meant you didn’t have something nice to look at as you worked on your own piece, Clark’s empty desk a few feet away a growing distraction. 

Luckily, Lois decided to do some distracting of her own. 

She rolled her chair over to your desk, a pen in her mouth and a notebook open on her lap. “Hey,” she said, slapping your arm lightly with the notebook as she took the pen out of her mouth. “You have that look on your face again.”

You furrowed your brows, taking your eyes off your laptop and focusing them on her. “What look?”

“That ‘wife from the 20s watching her husband go off to war’ look,” she clarified, and you were instantly heating up. “Clark’s been with Perry for, like, only an hour. Why do you keep looking over at his desk like you’re expecting him to just appear at any second?”

You tucked your bottom lip between your teeth, glancing over your shoulder towards the hallway that led to Perry’s office, knowing Clark was in there and likely too focused on his boss to try and listen out for you, so you felt like you could gossip with your friend about your boyfriend for a few minutes without him finding out. 

Leaning over, you gestured for her to come closer as well. “I’m, like… so in love with him,” you whispered once she leaned in. 

Her eyes widened dramatically, and you could already hear the tease that was about to come your way. “What? No way,” she gasped, placing her hand flat on your desk like you just made some big revelation and she simply couldn’t believe it. She was a terrible actress. “I seriously had no idea.”

You rolled your eyes, sitting back in your chair as she started cracking up next to you. “Rude,”

Lois laughed again, much lighter this time. “Come on. You two are all over each other, even when you’re across the room. It’s actually kind of crazy how thick the tension gets whenever you and he aren’t standing directly next to each other,” she said, and you pursed your lips. 

“Well… we like being next to each other,” you said back, and she shook her head. 

“I can tell,” she said, and there was a genuine smile on her lips. She tilted her head as she leaned back in her chair, her eyes flicking over to the hallway, and her smile only grew. “You know, sometimes I feel like I can predict the future, and for some reason I can see an engagement happening sooner rather than later.”

Your stomach flipped at that, even though you knew it was just another light-hearted jab. The thought of getting engaged, getting married to Clark made you feel giddy and excited and it filled you with a warmth you’d never felt before in your life. “I can actually see it going there, Lois,” you said quietly, like saying it too loudly would ensure that it will never actually happen. 

Lois shot you a much more gentle smile. “I know. I think we all can,” she said in return before going back to her own desk, and you allowed yourself to think about the possibility of marrying Clark for a few more moments. You also allowed yourself to steal one last glance at his empty desk chair before turning your focus back to your article. 

-

The idea of going out to a bar after a long week of work wasn’t something you normally liked to think about, but when Lois brought it up and even got Jimmy and Cat to agree, you found it hard to deny the invitation when you and Clark were both asked if you wanted to tag along. 

If you were being honest, you kind of wanted to spend the whole weekend with your boyfriend, but you also kind of wanted to see Clark out at a bar since it’s not a place he’d typically be. You’d only gone to a handful of bars with him during the time you’ve been together, but they were all bars that were attached to restaurants. The place Lois found was strictly a bar. 

So, you know, fuck it. 

Clark and Jimmy were already there when you, Lois and Cat arrived since they insisted on you getting ready together since you all take significantly longer to pick out your outfits and freshen up your makeup. 

When you walked through the door with Lois on your left and Cat on your right, you looked towards the pool table and almost immediately spotted Clark and Jimmy. You lifted your hand to your mouth, a soft laugh leaving your lips as you took in how out of place he looked next to a very obviously tipsy Jimmy. Though as soon as you laughed, Clark’s head turned in your direction and he spotted you as well, and almost instantly you could see the way his shoulders relaxed a bit. 

Just as you took a step in his direction, Lois pulled on your arm and shook her head. “Nope. You can go see your boyfriend after you get a drink with us. You saw him all day at work, you can wait another five minutes or so before going over to him,” she said, pulling you with her towards the bar. 

You pouted and Cat let out a laugh. “Oh, sweetie, you’re down bad, aren’t you?” 

“That’s an understatement,” Lois answered for you, and you narrowed your eyes at her. 

“Hey-”

“Well, she’s not the only one,” Cat cut you off, and you turned to look at her, finding her looking over at Clark and Jimmy. “Clark can’t seem to keep his eyes off her either.”

You looked past her and found Clark already looking at you, and a heat pooled in your lower body. He looked good, like always. He was still wearing his slacks, but he’d ditched his suit jacket and button up, only a thin, white t-shirt covering his upper half. 

God, you could moan at how good he looks. His hair was slightly messy from working all day, and his glasses reflected the dim lights of the bar. One hand was in his pocket, the other wrapped around almost the entire bottle of beer Jimmy must’ve forced him to drink, unaware of the fact that Clark can’t actually get drunk. 

And then there was the small, barely curved twist of his lips, a subtle smirk reserved for you that looked like a lopsided grin to others, but you knew exactly what it meant. And it made that heat only grow hotter. 

“Oh, please,” Lois scoffed, turning to face you and Cat once she’d ordered you all a drink. “This is getting kind of ridiculous.”

Cat placed her hand on your arm, a big smile on her face. “I think it’s sweet. You guys are young and in love. It’s adorable,”

You were young, yes, and very much in love, also yes, but that look on his face was anything but sweet and adorable. It had you pressing your thighs together and praying for the bartender to hurry up so you could get your drink and go over to Clark. 

Luck was on your side since only a few moments later, three pink colored drinks were placed on the surface of the bar, and you quickly took one when Lois handed it to you, then you were making a beeline towards Clark. His smirk only grew when he saw you coming, and he took his hand out of his pocket, lifting his arm so you could press your side against his own. 

You wrapped your own arm around his middle as his draped over your bare shoulders, his bicep covering the entire length of them, and you had to take a few sips of your drink to cool the blush that was taking over your whole body. 

“Hey, there you guys are,” Jimmy said, his voice already slurred a bit as Cat and Lois made their way over to the three of you. “Took you long enough. Clark and I have been here for over half an hour already.”

Cat shrugged her shoulders, sipping on her drink. “Sorry. It takes time to look this good,” she said, looking over at you and Lois with a wink. 

Clark dipped his head down and kissed your cheek before brushing his lips against your ear. “You always look good,” he murmured for just you to hear. You had to suppress another moan as you pressed yourself closer to him, suddenly feeling way too hot in the decent sized bar despite you wearing a thin, strapless shirt and a skirt that fell to your mid-thighs.

Jimmy said your name, and you quickly looked over at him, grateful for the distraction. You weren’t sure how much longer you could stand next to Clark with him looking that good and not throw yourself at him. “It’s a good thing you got here when you did. Those girls over there looked like they were a few minutes away from offering to take Clark back home. All three of them,” 

You furrowed your brows and looked towards where he nodded, seeing a group of three girls sitting at a booth, all wearing extremely short dresses that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. 

Instead of getting jealous like most people probably would, you just smiled, because just one look at the girls told you they didn’t stand a chance. They were so far from Clark’s type, and he’d never even entertain them had he been here by himself, let alone while he’s here with you. 

He only proved you right. “Yeah, like that would ever happen, Jimmy,” Clark scoffed, and your smile grew as you took another sip of your drink before pulling away from Clark’s side and reaching for his hand instead. 

The way he instantly turned to look at you made you feel unbelievably special as you tugged on his hand. “Come dance with me?” you asked, knowing it never took much for him to agree to anything you ask. 

Clark quickly set his nearly untouched beer down onto the edge of the pool table before following after you. 

“Dude, you’re so whipped,” Jimmy called out after him, but Clark just gave him a knowing grin over his shoulder, because tell him something he doesn’t know already. 

You led him past the booth with the three women that apparently looked like they were trying to bed your boyfriend all at the same time, ignoring the obvious looks of jealousy they shot you as you passed by, and towards the far end of the bar where multiple couples were dancing as well. 

Clark pulled you close once you’d found a comfortable place in between the other couples, his big hands placed on your lower back. He leaned in and nuzzled his nose along your temple as he whispered in your ear, “You look so beautiful,”

You pressed your lips together as you draped one arm around his shoulders, carefully holding onto your drink so you don’t spill it. “Do I?” 

Clark nodded, pulling you even closer as he dropped his lips to your jaw. “You always do,” he said, and it was clear that he was feeling more comfortable and confident since it was so dark in here, no one was really paying any attention to anyone other than the people they came with. 

You hummed, unable to stop the smile that took over your face at his words. “Well, I think you look really, really fucking hot,” you said back, and Clark lifted his head, meeting your gaze instantly. 

“Yeah?” he mumbled, sliding an experimental hand further down your body, but he was still so modest about it, it was almost funny. 

You nodded slowly, sliding your own hand into his hair, your fingers tangling in his curls. “Yeah,” you confirmed, and then you were given the delicious treat of him kissing you, uncaring that you and he were in a room full of people as he kissed you like you and he were completely alone. 

-

You adore your friends, you really do. 

When Lois invited you over to her place for a girl’s night with Cat, you were excited for it. You needed a break from your routine of going to work, sleeping, waking up and then doing it all over again. 

It was a Saturday night, and you were more than ready to unwind and relax with your close friends, maybe drink a little too much wine and gossip about things you can’t talk about at work, and forget about life for a little bit. 

That was the plan, anyway. 

But Clark had texted you as soon as you got there, and even though it was a simple and sweet text, it still took hold of you like everything else does when it comes to him. 

He only wished you to have a good night, to have fun, and told you that he loves you, and that was all it took for him to be at the front of your mind, and to have all your attention shift to him. 

It’d been a few hours since you arrived at her apartment and you’d already had three slices of pizza and watched a really shitty rom-com, and you were two glasses of wine deep when Lois decided that a picture was needed so you could remember this night forever.

You and Cat huddled close on the couch as Lois lifted her phone, taking a photo of the three of you smiling with your glasses lifted, and you couldn’t deny that it was a pretty nice photo. 

A nice photo Clark would most definitely like to see. 

“Hey, send me that,” you said to Lois, and she waved you off.

“Already did,” she responded, putting her phone down and grabbing the wine bottle, already starting to pour more into all three glasses. 

You grabbed your phone and opened your text thread with Lois, seeing the photo there waiting for you, and you quickly saved it to your gallery before clicking on Clark’s contact and sending it to him with nothing else attached. 

Your phone had only been set down for maybe thirty seconds before it went off, and you discreetly grabbed it again as Lois and Cat bickered over what movie to watch next. 

Seeing it was a text from Clark, you clicked the notification with a small grin on your lips. 

Clark 🫶🫶🫶: Pretty. Especially the one on the right. 

You blushed, because of course you were the one on the right, but before you could reply, another text appeared. 

Clark 🫶🫶🫶: Are you having fun?

And then another one. 

Clark 🫶🫶🫶: I miss you. 

You were full on blushing now as you pressed the cool glass of wine against your heated cheek, but you were interrupted as soon as you started to type. 

“Are you serious?” Lois asked, a hint of humor and disbelief in her voice. You looked up and saw both her and Cat looking over at you, with Lois shaking her head and Cat hiding her smirk behind the rim of her glass. “You’re seriously texting Clark right now? You just saw him this morning.”

“No, actually, I didn’t get to see him this morning. He was working on something last night and couldn’t sleep over at my place,” you said quickly, skillfully avoiding spilling his secret. You obviously couldn’t tell them that he’d been out saving the world last night as Superman. “I haven’t seen him since yesterday at work.”

“Oh, boohoo,” Lois scoffed, “That was barely twenty four hours ago. You’re so dick whipped.”

You gasped at that, your face heating up even more, but you couldn’t deny her accusation. It was completely true. 

When you looked away quickly, Cat perked up. “Oh, you so are,” she laughed, shifting on the couch as they both forgot about picking out another movie. “You checked your phone every five minutes during the last movie, and you’re all flustered over there, and I know it’s not from the wine. You are so dick whipped.”

Lois shook her head again. “It can’t really be that good,” she said, giving you a skeptical look. “Can it?”

You avoided their eyes as you curled in on yourself. If you were to start thinking about sex with Clark right now, you were sure you wouldn’t be able to last another hour here with Lois and Cat, and you really wanted to prove that you could spend more than twenty four hours away from him. 

But at the same time, sex with him is really that good. It’s better than good.

“It is,” you couldn’t help but say, then quickly add, “But it’s not just about that. He’s a really good guy, and he’s sweet and funny and-”

“And he’s got skills in the bedroom,” Lois cut you off with an eyeroll. “It’s fine to admit. But I’d rather not talk about yours and Clark’s sex life-”

“It’s so good-”

“Okay,” she cut you off again, shaking her head as she grabbed her glass. “I’m not drunk enough for this.”

Cat cracked up beside you, and you shot her a grin as you grabbed your phone. “You’re right, you’re right,” you said. “I’ll be present from here on out. Just let me send this one last text to him, then we can watch The Notebook.”

“Yes!” Cat cheered, that one having been her option over Lois’ How To Lose A Guy In 10 Days. 

The two of them started bickering as you quickly typed out a message to Clark, then decided to send a few pictures with it as well. You took them last night when you were alone in your bed, missing him while he was off doing Superman stuff, but you never actually sent them to him. 

One was of you blowing a kiss to the camera, the other one was of your lower body with your hand hidden beneath your panties, because Lois is right, you’re dick whipped for him and all you wanted last night was to be fucked by Clark, but he was too busy saving the world. 

So, so selfish. 

I miss you too. And I’m having a blast. Took these last night because I missed you then too. Hold onto them for me, please. Love you. 

You sent the text with a quiet laugh, and almost immediately your phone started to go off, but you were determined to keep your word, so instead of checking to see what the now four new text messages from him said, you focused on your friends, knowing damn well he’d get you back for that little stunt later. 

You were counting on it. 

-

You’d lost count of how many times Clark has made you all apart with his lips, mouth and fingers. 

If you had to guess, you’d been on your back on his bed for the last forty five minutes, and his head had been between your thighs for every single one of those minutes, but as for how many times he’s gotten you off? You had no fucking clue. 

His fingers that weren’t inside of you held onto your hip, effortlessly keeping you still as he worked you through yet another high, your thighs trembling at either side of his head. 

When Clark finally pulled back, his lips were puffy and swollen and glistening with your wetness, as were his fingers when he finally pulled them out of you. A sated, pleased smile was on his wet lips as he brought his hand up to his mouth and sucked his fingers clean, as if he didn’t just spend almost an hour tasting you straight from the source. 

“Did you… finally get your fill?” you asked, breathless beyond words as your chest heaved unevenly. 

Clark shook his head, crawling and kissing his way up your body. He pressed soft kisses to your thighs, your stomach, your ribs, your breasts and your neck before finally stopping when his face was level with yours. 

“No,” he answered, shifting his hips when you reached down and pushed his boxers down his thighs and legs, the only thing he was wearing before you both were completely naked. “You know I could’ve stayed down there for the rest of the night. But I know you wouldn’t have been able to handle much more of it.”

You hummed, letting his big hands guide your legs to wrap around his waist as he settled his hips between your thighs. “How sweet,” you mumbled, kissing him back embarrassingly quickly when he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. 

A needy, long moan left your mouth and entered his when he reached down and guided himself into you, and the stretch that always came with taking him was something you were sure you’d never get used to. 

He was just so big. 

Your back arched off the bed, your bare chest pressing right up against his as he filled you entirely, your core beyond ready to take him after he thoroughly prepared you. 

“Oh, my God,” you breathed against his lips, tensing up as your hands grabbed onto his biceps. 

Clark broke the kiss, pressing his forehead to your temple as he stilled, bending one leg just slightly to ensure that every inch of him was buried inside of you. “Are you okay?” he asked quietly, one hand splayed along your lower back while the other one tangled in your hair, cradling your head. 

You nodded, even more breathless now than you were before. Your heels dug into his back as you lifted your hips, your way of telling him to continue. “I’m okay,” you whispered, knowing he always like to hear verbal responses even when your body is practically begging for him to fuck you. 

Clark let out a soft hum at that, his hips beginning to rock against yours, working you open even more around him. He dropped his head to your shoulder, peppering kisses along your skin as he set a slow pace at first. He reached deep inside you with every thrust, and every time you felt impossibly full and like he couldn’t physically reach that far, only for him to prove you wrong by the next one. 

Your legs hiked higher around his waist, the increasing pace making them loosen a bit as he let out deep and raspy sounds against the skin of your neck, and each one only further fueled your need for him. 

“You feel so good,” you whimpered, sliding one hand into his hair and tugging on it, your other one grabbing onto his shoulder tightly. 

Clark lifted his head, his nose bumping against yours. “So do you, baby,” he said back, then an achingly pretty smile formed on his face as he pressed his forehead against yours. “I love you.” 

A matching smile took over your own face, and your hand moved from his shoulder to his cheek. “I love you,” you said back, and his smile only grew before he was leaning in and kissing you again. 

Then he did everything he did before, getting you there over and over again, but this time on his cock instead of his fingers, and by the time he came inside of you and filled you up, you were shaking out of your control, and your hands were holding onto him with a death grip. 

Clark slowly eased out of you, and when he tried to pull away, you instantly held on even tighter, pulling him close once again. “Stay,” you mumbled, and he let out a soft laugh. 

“I was just going to-”

“I don’t care,” you cut him off, burying your face against his shoulder. “Just stay here. Don’t move. You might be the only thing keeping me together right now.”

He laughed again, and despite your words, he moved onto his back, ditching whatever he was planning on doing as he pulled you against his side. Your legs immediately tangled with his, your head coming to rest on his chest as you tried to catch your breath. 

“Are you okay?” he asked once again, his hand sliding up and down your back as you nodded, unable to answer him with words. His chest vibrated under you with a silent laugh, and when you lifted your head and looked at him, he shrugged. “That’s what you get for sending me those pictures last night then ignoring me for hours after.”

You scoffed, “You’re cruel,”

He scoffed right back, “You’re cruel,”

But despite your words, both of you were wearing sleepy, sated grins on your faces, and you let the feeling of his hands running up and down your body lull you to sleep at the same time he let the sound of your heartbeat soothe him enough for his eyes to shut as well.

-

It’d been a long day for Matt, and from what he heard from you earlier while on the phone, it’d been a rough day for you too. 

He’d been stuck in a loop with the rather… irrational client he and Foggy took on, and he wasn’t making it easy for them to represent him, let alone try and build a convincing case for him.

After a long day at the office, he had to go out for a while and do his ‘Devil Duties’, as you’ve called it ever since he told you the biggest secret of his life. He’d gotten into a few brutal fights that had him sporting a few bruises when he got back to his apartment. Of course he won every single fight, but not without getting hit a few times himself. 

He’d called you just before he left work, asking if you were stopping by after work and staying the night at his place again, and you said you were and that you’d head over after your shift. 

Matt quickly stripped himself of his suit and got into the shower, washing away the blood that had gathered on his skin and in his hair, knowing you definitely didn’t need to see him like that. It was bad enough that you’d have to see the bruise he knew was forming under his jaw, and the few other ones he felt forming on other parts of his body. 

After his shower, he went into his bedroom and dressed himself for bed, which was just a simple pair of black boxers. He was just about to pull back the sheets to his bed when he heard the sound of your footsteps walking up to his door, and he perked up. 

He listened to you open the door, then close it again and lock it, then you started to walk towards his room. Matt reached over towards the dresser and picked up the shirt he’d set aside for you to wear since he knew you liked wearing his clothes to bed, then he turned to face the door as you walked in. 

“Hi, my love,” he said, holding out the shirt with a knowing smile on his lips. Instantly, his room filled with your scent and the sound of your heart beating softly, calmly, except for the brief skip it did when you reached out and took the shirt from him. “Long day?”

A soft sigh left your lips. “Yeah, it was long,” you answered as you began pulling off your work clothes, tossing them aside and into his laundry basket since you knew he’d wash them for you with his own clothes. 

Matt stayed still, basking in the way your scent became stronger in his room and in his space. You always smelled like vanilla and something else, and he’d grown addicted to it. He loves whenever you spend the night, because even after you’re gone, he can still smell you, he can almost still feel you, and it’s what gets him through the amount of time that passes by until he gets to be with you again. 

He listened to you undress yourself down to nothing, then he reached back over to his dresser and plucked your panties off the top of it as well. He’d washed them with his clothes by accident after he’d stuck them in his suit pocket the other day after you let him have his way with you on his office desk and had forgotten to take them out. 

At least that’s what he told you when he mentioned it earlier this week.

You took them from him and pulled them up your legs, then pulled on his shirt. Moving over to him, you forced yourself into his arms, pressing your head against his chest. “What about you? Did you have a long day too?” you asked, wrapping your arms around his middle. 

Matt all too willingly wrapped his arms around you, firmly pulling you against his body. “It was indeed long,” he said back, “I’m thinking Fog might’ve been right about not taking on our current client. His defense is proving to be… non-exsistent at the moment.”

He felt one side of your mouth curve upwards against his skin, and you turned your head, placing a soft kiss to his chest. “You’ll figure it out. You guys always do,” 

Matt hummed in response, his hands running up and down your back, feeling the tension in your muscles push back against his palms. “I’m sorry your day was rough too, sweetheart,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. 

“It’s okay,” you said, your hands sliding up and down his back, your palms soft against his bare skin. You leaned up and pressed a gentle kiss to his jaw, right where the bruise is still forming, and he had a feeling you were looking at him with concern right now. “At least I’m ending the day with you. That makes it worth it.”

The corners of Matt’s mouth turned upwards, his hands starting to press more firmly against your back, working out the tension he could feel almost throbbing beneath his fingertips. “You make it worth it too. Having you with me is the best part of my day,” he mumbled, leaning down a bit and nuzzling his nose against the top of your head. “Why don’t we forget about today and just focus on each other instead?” he suggested, breathing you in and letting your scent soothe the tension he felt in his own body. 

You let out a soft groan, your chest vibrating against his own, before you nodded, “Yes. Please,” you whispered, lifting yourself to stand on the tips of your toes. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pressing yourself right up against him and burying your face in his neck, a soft sigh leaving your lips. 

Matt’s smile grew as he grabbed onto your hips, helping keep you upright. “That’s my girl,” he murmured, already feeling his body starting to heat up with interest at having you this close. “I think we both deserve a little bit of relief, hm?” he asked, and you nodded instantly. 

He leaned down and began peppering kisses along your jaw and neck, his hands sliding further down and around your body until they latched onto the backs of your thighs. He lifted you up, feeling the way your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist as he turned around and walked the few steps to the bed. 

Matt set you down gently, hovering over you as you moved to lay on your back. He kneeled between your thighs, his hands sliding up your soft skin and pushing up the hem of his shirt as they went. “You’re so tense, sweetheart. Let me take care of you tonight. I’ll make you feel so good, baby,” he promised, his voice a little deeper than it had been before when you just arrived. 

He hooked his fingers into the waistline of your panties, slowly pulling them back down your thighs and legs after you’d only been wearing them for not even five minutes. “Please,” you whispered as he bared your lower half, one of your hands moving to slide into his hair. “Need you, Matty.”

Matt let out a deep groan as he inhaled your scent, feeling his mouth practically start to water at just the thought of tasting you. He leaned in and ran his tongue along your folds, collecting your wetness with one slow drag. Another deep sound escaped the back of his throat at the taste of you, and he wrapped his arms under your thighs, pulling your body closer. 

He could feel the way you were already starting to relax, your thighs losing the tension they had before as he guided them to rest at either side of his head. “Matt,” you moaned, gently tugging on his hair as you subtly pulled him even closer to you. Your nails scratched lightly at his scalp, your fingers tangling in the dark, damp strands. “Feels so good.”

Matt hummed deeply, running his nose along your core as he grabbed onto your hips, keeping you still. “That’s it. You’re so wet for me already, baby,” he murmured between every lick and kiss he gave your pussy. “You sound so pretty. So perfect for me.” he praised, sealing his lips around your clit and sucking it gently into his mouth. 

He moved one hand from your hip, his fingers teasing along your core before slowly pushing two inside of you. You let out a needy moan, the sound filling his ears and tuning out everything else around him. The noise from the street, cars passing by, and the flickering of the billboard faded away until they were a dull hum, his entire focus narrowing down to you. 

“Fuck,” you moaned, spreading your thighs wider as you bucked your hips against his face, seeking out more of his mouth and lips and fingers. Your own fingers tangled in his hair, tugging gently at first as you squirmed on the bed. “Matty.”

Your wetness coated his mouth and chin, your scent overwhelming his senses and making his cock throb desperately in his boxers. He gave your clit another soft suck before pulling away, rubbing his nose against it as he worked his fingers in and out of you. “That’s it, sweetheart,” he coaxed, his other hand splaying along your stomach, comforting for you, and possessively for him. “I’ve got you, baby, come on…”

He pressed a messy, open mouthed kiss on the skin just above your clit before taking the puffy bud back into his mouth, and you instantly jolted at the contact. A choked gasp left your lips as your back arched, your hands pulling harder at his hair now as he felt you clench tightly around his fingers before your core started to pulse, your body starting to tense up. 

“Baby,” you whimpered, thighs shaking at either side of his head before you let out a loud, long moan as you came. Your fingers tugged at his hair, your stomach flexing against his palm as he worked you through it until you were gasping and jerking away from his mouth. 

Matt groaned, licking along your inner thigh as he slowed the movement of his fingers, waiting until you calmed down a little bit before he slowly pulled them out of you. “Sorry, sweetheart,” he mumbled, moving onto his knees between your thighs. “You know I can’t help myself with you.” he said, lifting his hand to his mouth and sucking his fingers clean. 

You huffed out a laugh, your fingers running along the dips of his abs as he guided your thighs to drape over his. “I know,” you breathed, panting softly as you reached out and tugged on his arm, pulling him down on top of you. “I just don’t think I’ll ever get used to that.”

Matt hummed, holding himself above you with one forearm placed beside your head. “Are you okay?”

You nodded, and he felt you do it as your nose brushed along his with every movement of your head. “I’m so fucking good,” you said, and you reached down to pull off his shirt you’d put on not too long ago now. Then you were reaching for the waistline of his boxers, tugging them down as you leaned in and licked along his slick lips and chin. “You’re so good at that. It kind of makes me mad that anyone else got to feel that before me.” 

Matt laughed as you pulled his boxers down even more, freeing his hard cock as you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. “No one’s ever tasted as good as you do, if that makes you feel better,” he said, his grin growing as you let out a groan. “You’re the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted, sweetheart. Oh, and no one else will ever feel that after you, by the way.” he added for good measure. 

You laughed this time, one hand grabbing the back of his head as you pulled his face close to yours. “Good save,” you mumbled before guiding him into a deep kiss. 

He kissed you back, rocking his hips against your own and rubbing his cock along your core. His hands slid up your body before covering your breasts with his palms, his thumbs and index fingers gently teasing your nipples into hard peaks. “I need to be inside you,” he mumbled against your lips, “Need to feel you wrapped around me.”

Matt pulled back, reaching down to grasp the base of his cock, and he guided himself to your entrance. He pushed into you with a slow thrust of his hips, sinking each inch inside of you until his hips were flush against yours, and he was buried to the hilt. “Fuck, you feel so good,” he grunted, rocking his hips against yours out of pure instinct as the feeling of your tight, warm walls squeezing him took over. His hands slid down your thighs until they hooked under your knees, and he lifted them just slightly, already reaching even deeper at the new angle. “There’s my girl.” he murmured when you let out a soft gasp. 

He pulled almost all the way out before pushing back in, your body instantly accepting each thrust right away. A low moan escaped your lips as he set a deep, steady pace, and he guided your legs to rest higher on his waist. “Matt,” you moaned, your head falling back on the bed with a sound so faint he almost didn’t even register it. Your hands slid up and down his arms, keeping him close as he filled you over and over again. “Mm, I love you.”

Matt turned his head, his lips brushing against yours as he nuzzled his nose along your cheek. “I love you too,” he murmured, sliding one arm under you and moving downwards until he reached your ass, and he gave it a gentle squeeze. 

He kissed you deeply, using his grip on your backside to pull you against him every time he thrust into you. Your heel dug into his lower back, your own hands moving to his shoulders as you pulled him impossibly closer, kissing him back with growing desperation. 

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he rasped against your lips. He pulled back only a fraction, pressing his forehead against your own as he rolled his hips against yours. “You feel perfect. Taking me so well.” 

Your body heated up at his praise, your skin burning against his own as you buried your face in his shoulder. Matt groaned at every drag of his cock inside you, your core feeling unbelievably good and wet and tight, he still couldn’t quite believe he was the one who gets to have you like this for the rest of his life. 

Well, for as long as you want him, actually, but he was pretty sure it would be for the rest of his life. He hoped, anyway. 

You pulled your head back, and he felt your soft fingertips brush along his cheeks, your thumbs dragging lightly along his slightly damp lips. “You’re so handsome, Matty,” you murmured, pressing your forehead to his once again. “You’re so perfect.”

A soft grunt left his mouth at that, and he shook his head, his nose bumping against yours as he did so. “You’re the perfect one,” he said back, though there was a growing smile on his lips as he turned his head and pressed a kiss to your palm, his nose nuzzling against your fingers. “Every part of you is perfect. And you’re so good.”

You let out a breathless laugh at that, your core pulsing softly around his cock as he picked up the pace just slightly, not wanting to rush this but also feeling his body starting to tense up, and he wanted to get you there first. 

Your legs locked tightly around his hips, your hands sliding up and down his back as you leaned up and kissed him, moaning into his mouth as his hips hit yours. “Feels so good,” you whimpered, becoming a little whinier now, and if he couldn’t already tell from the way you were clenching tightly around him, that’s how he’d know you were close. 

“Come on, sweetheart,” he murmured, moving one hand between yours and his bodies until he found your clit, and he rubbed slow but firm circles onto it. “Let go for me. I’ve got you.” he promised, and he meant it with everything in him as he peppered kisses along your jaw and throat. 

You whimpered loudly, your body tensing up as you jolted at the stimulation to your clit. “Matt,” you gasped, your hands sliding into his hair and pulling on it as you came, a choked whine tumbling from your lips. 

Your back arched, your nails scratching along his scalp as you writhed between him and the bed. Soft pants mixed with heavy, uneven breaths as you squeezed him tight, making Matt let out a deep sound of his own.

He came with a grunt, filling you up as his hips stilled against yours. “Fuck,” he muttered, putting half of his body weight onto you while being mindful to not completely crush you, though he knew how much you liked it when he weighed you down - or so you’ve told him. “I don’t know about you, but I think that was a really nice way to end our days.”

You huffed out a laugh, your head turning to the side as you slowly unwrapped your legs from around his waist. “Yeah, you would,” you teased, your hands stroking along his stubbled face before you let out a quiet sigh. “I think it was too.”

Matt hummed, leaning down and kissing your cheek. “I know. I can hear how your heart is racing,” he said, and he could almost feel the way you rolled your eyes at him as he carefully pulled out of you and gently tugged you with him so you were standing up. 

“I’ll be right back,” you said once you’d pulled his shirt back on, and Matt hummed once again as you kissed him quickly before heading towards the bathroom. 

He pulled back the sheets on his bed, then switched his pillow with yours since you ‘liked inhaling his scent as you fall asleep’ even though you usually sleep half on top of him anyway. It was fine, because he also liked inhaling your scent, and using your pillow would just enhance it even more.

Matt crawled into bed, getting comfortable under the covers just as you exited the bathroom, and you quickly crawled in after him. Like he expected, you buried your face in the pillow for a few seconds, and he heard you take a few deep inhales before you moved closer to him and cuddled against his side. 

“Thank you for tonight,” you breathed, resting your head against his chest. “I didn’t know how much I needed that. But of course you did.” you teased, and Matt’s lips curved upwards into a grin as he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you snug against his side. 

“I won’t be sorry for paying attention to what you need and when you need it,” he said back, and you sighed, tangling your legs with his under the sheets. 

“I don’t want you to be,” you said back, turning your head and pressing a kiss to his shoulder, then another one to his bruised jaw. “I like you just the way you are, Matt.”

His smile only grew at that, even as he asked, “Only like?”

He knew you rolled your eyes again before shutting them. “You know what I mean.” 

And he did know what you mean, because he likes you just the way you are too.

-

Okay, THIS one is dedicated to the person who is the sole reason I wrote this, because if I hadn’t decided to give the show a chance after seeing her series for Matt, I probably would’ve never watched it, so... @bellaxgiornata thank you! I was terrified writing this, but I’m still lowkey pretty happy with it. Thank you for introducing me to Matt. You’ve unleashed something in me now.

Jax had been out all day long with the club, handling business that was more annoying rather than stressful to deal with, like it usually is. 

He’d missed you for the majority of the day, especially since yours and his morning got interrupted earlier. 

Jax had been in the middle of getting his fill of you, starting his day off right with his head buried between your thighs, when he’d gotten a call from Chibs. Apparently there were some issues with the side business they’d been working on, and it needed to be fixed right away so the club didn’t look like they had no idea what they were doing. 

The Sons had a certain reputation, and yes it needed to be upheld, but it couldn’t have waited another half an hour?

Apparently not, so Jax had to leave you before he could make you fall apart on his fingers, tongue and cock, and he had to go deal with it. It took most of the day going back and forth, which was quite irritating since it could’ve been dealt with at a much later time in his opinion, but it was still important either way. 

With that being said, Jax missed you, and he was wound up really fucking tight and wanted to get back home to you and finish what you and he had started in the bedroom this morning. 

He got home just after dinner, his eyes instinctively searching for you as soon as he stepped through the door. When he saw movement in the kitchen, he looked over to see you slightly bent over the table, your hip jutted out as you flipped through the cookbook his mother had let you borrow. 

Jax felt his jeans tighten instantly, his cock twitching with interest as he walked into the kitchen, standing behind you as he held back a groan at what you were wearing. 

A flannel, his flannel that looked massive on you, a pair of panties, and nothing else. The buttons of the flannel were done up just halfway, and he wanted nothing more than to rip it open, bend you over the table, and grab your tits as he fucked you from behind. 

He stepped closer, his hands coming up to grab onto your hips, and he leaned down to kiss your cheek, “Babe,” he greeted, noticing how deep and barely-restrained his voice sounded even to his own ears. 

You looked over your shoulder at him and smiled. “Hi, baby,” you said back, only letting your eyes linger on his for a few more moments before you looked away again and back down at the open book. You flipped through the pages, biting down on your lip and making Jax refrain from bending you over right then and there. “I can’t find the recipe for that chili your mom made the first time I met her. She told me it was in here, but I can’t find it and I wanted to make it for dinner tomorrow.”

Jax listened to you ramble as best as he could, but he really wasn’t paying much attention to what you were saying. His focus was very far away from some old family recipe he’d had countless times before. 

One of his hands left your hip and lifted to your stomach, and he placed his palm firmly against you, pulling your body back against his. He heard the way your breath hitched, your body tensing up just slightly before relaxing again, and he smirked, leaning in and nuzzling his nose against the side of your neck. “I really don’t give a fuck about the chili right now, baby,” he murmured, dragging his teeth along the shell of your ear as his fingers started to pull at the buttons of the flannel. “I’m starvin’ for somethin’ else. Been thinkin’ ‘bout you all goddamn day.” 

He pressed himself closer to you, letting you feel just how true those words are as his cock strained against the zipper of his jeans. “Oh,” you breathed, staying still as you let him undo the buttons on his shirt. “Have you?” you asked, and you were already starting to tease him as you subtly wiggled your ass back against him. 

Jax groaned, cursing under his breath as he pushed his hips forward, grinding against you. “You know I have,” he muttered, “Couldn’t focus on a fuckin’ thing. Kept thinkin’ ‘bout how I left you this mornin’. Didn’t even get to make you cum. That makes me a bad fuckin’ husband.” 

You whimpered softly when he tugged the flannel down your shoulders, the fabric pooling around your elbows and exposing your breasts to his dark, greedy eyes. His hands came up to palm them both, and you pressed your lips together as you shook your head, “You’re not a… bad husband, Jax,” you whispered as his thumbs brushed along your nipples. “You just have… a lot of shit you need to do every day. I don’t blame you for that.”

He grunted against your skin as he leaned in and pressed kisses along your neck and throat, one hand leaving your chest and sliding down your body. “I know you don’t, babe. ‘S why you’re so fuckin’ perfect,” he rasped, slipping one hand inside your panties and covering your core with it. “But I still gotta make it up to you. Don’t like leavin’ you like that at all.”

You moaned, your eyes falling shut as your head tipped back onto his shoulder. “We did get interrupted this morning, didn’t we?” you relented, still teasingly dragging your ass back and forth along the front of his jeans. 

Jax groaned at the reminder, his mouth watering at the thought of picking right back up where you and he left off. “Mm, yeah, we did. Was in the middle of eatin’ my breakfast,” he mumbled, “Was gonna make you cum so hard for me, right on my tongue. Guess I’ll just have to do it now instead.”

His hand gave your breast a firm squeeze, his other hand leaving your core and latching onto your other breast once more. He rocked his hips against your backside, feeling his cock throb inside his jeans as he dipped his head further down and kissed along your jaw. 

“You have no fuckin’ idea how hot you look right now,” he muttered, turning you around to face him, his hands moving to your waist to gently shove you back against the edge of the table. “Been thinkin’ ‘bout this fuckin’ body all day.” he added as he ducked his head down and captured one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking roughly. 

Another moan left your mouth, and you shut your eyes as his hands moved around your body, giving your ass a rough squeeze. “What have you been thinking about?” you asked, lifting your hands up and tugging at the leather of his kutte. You tugged it away from his body, and he let it fall to the floor before his hands were back on you. 

“Been thinkin’ ‘bout this. Thinkin’ ‘bout bendin’ you over and fuckin’ you so good. How wet and tight you are for me,” he grunted, “Could taste you all day, baby. Drove me fuckin’ insane.”

Your eyes opened at that, and you grabbed onto his shoulders as he grabbed onto your hip with one hand, the other one sliding beneath the thin fabric of your panties once more. “That’s what you get for leaving without making me cum,” you said, and Jax huffed out a laugh. 

His fingers became coated in your wetness, and he slowly eased two of his fingers inside you, his teeth dragging along his lower lip as he watched your expression shift at the feeling. “Shit, you’re so wet for me. Been waitin’ for me, huh?” he said under his breath, watching the way you eagerly nodded. 

Jax hummed, dragging his fingers along your walls before pulling them back out, and he lifted them to his mouth, cleaning them of your arousal. He watched the way your eyes flickered down to his mouth, your face flushing as he sucked on his fingers, and your grip on his shoulders tightened just slightly. 

He reached down and yanked your panties down your legs, tossing them behind him before he lifted you up onto the table, spreading your thighs wide. Jax dropped to his knees before you, guiding your legs over his shoulders and pulling you close to the edge of the table. “Gonna finish what I started,” he said, hearing the way your breath hitched before he leaned in and licked between your folds, collecting your wetness like he’d been craving all day. 

Your hands braced behind you on the table, your head tipping back as soon as his mouth was on you. “Jax,” you whined as he picked right back up where he’d left off this morning. “Needed you so badly.”

Jax looked up at you, and the sight had his cock throbbing even more. You were leaning back on the table, his flannel around your elbows and exposing your tits, and God, you looked like every single wet dream he’s ever fucking had. 

He was starving for you, and that much was obvious from the way he buried his face in your pussy, his tongue licking and lapping at you with even more desperation than it was this morning. “Needed this too,” he muttered, finally tearing his gaze off your face. His nose bumped against your clit as he dove back in, his hands holding onto your hips to keep you in place when you started bucking against his mouth. 

His tongue slid inside of you, creating a wet, sticky mess between your thighs, but that was how he liked it. He liked when you made a mess of him, too. 

A sharp gasp left your lips, your hands grabbing onto his hair as you pushed against his hands, bucking against his face once again. “Jax, please,” you begged, already reduced to how he’d gotten you earlier, but this time he had no plans on stopping, and he was not allowing himself to be interrupted again. 

His hands wrapped under your thighs, bringing you closer and making your fingers cling onto his hair tighter as you almost lost your balance. Jax huffed out a laugh, pulling away from you with wet lips, “It’s alright, babe. I ain’t gonna let you fall,” he mumbled deeply, the corners of his lips turning upwards. “Least not like that.”

You rolled your eyes at that, digging your heel into his upper back, trying to not so subtly pull him back in. “You’re funny,” you said under your breath, “But I don’t feel like laughing right now, so keep going.”

Jax let out a deep laugh, shaking his head even as he moved back towards you. “Bossy,” he muttered, holding onto your thighs with a firm grip. 

“You married me,” you pointed out, your thighs shaking a bit as he leaned in and dragged his tongue along you once more. 

He hummed, “Best decision of my life,” he said, giving you a much softer grin before he was all over you again. 

His tongue dragged up and down your folds, feeling the way your thighs trembled even more at either side of his head, and then he was sucking your clit into his mouth. Your body jolted, your nails scratching along his scalp as you ripped one hand away from his head, reaching behind you to grab onto the edge of the table instead. 

“Oh, fuck,” you moaned, closing your eyes again as your head fell back. Your chest pushed forward as your back arched, and Jax looked up at you through hooded eyes, his tongue moving between your clit and your opening over and over again until he got you there - right where he wanted you. 

A loud, dragged out moan left your lips as you came, your legs trying to close around his head but he didn’t stop, instead working you through it as you gasped at the sensitivity. Jax lapped at your core, licking and sucking and kissing all over until you slumped back on the table, your body still tense as your stomach quivered. 

“There you go, that’s it. Tastes so fuckin’ good, baby,” he murmured, turning his head and nuzzling his nose along your inner thigh before placing one final, open mouthed kiss there. He pulled back and stood up, shamelessly licking at his wet lips as he reached down and undid his belt, then unzipped his jeans. 

He stepped closer to you, reaching down to grab your hand with one of his, gently pulling you back up so you were sitting. His other hand slid up your back before tangling in your hair, and he tilted your head back before leaning down and kissing you deeply, sharing your taste with you. 

Just as you were starting to deepen the kiss even more, Jax pulled away, his hands moving down to your hips. He lifted you from the table, then turned you around and bent you over it, one hand on your back guiding you lower until your chest was pressed against the surface. 

He pushed down his jeans and boxers, freeing his cock that nearly ached at the relief of escaping the tightness of his boxers. He grasped himself in one hand, guiding the head of his cock to rub up and down your puffy folds, and a slow, smug smirk formed on his face as you whimpered. 

“Jax,” you begged, “Please.”

His smirk only grew as he leaned over you, pressing a kiss to your shoulder blade. “It’s okay, baby,” he teased, “You don’t gotta beg me. Not tonight.”

You huffed out a breath of air at that, only to quickly inhale it back in when he pushed the first couple of inches of his cock inside you, your hands instantly moving to grab onto the edge of the table. “Oh, fuck,” you gasped as he pushed all the way in, his hips pressed right up against your ass. 

“Shit,” Jax grunted, pushing the flannel up around your waist so he could grab onto your bare hips. He looked down as he slowly pulled out, watching the way your tight walls stretched around him to be able to take all of him, then he pushed back in a little faster than before. “This is what you needed, isn’t it, baby? To be fucked just like this.” he muttered harshly, fucking into you a little faster as his cock became completely coated in your wetness. 

You whined, nodding all too eagerly, “Yes. Fuck… yes,”

Jax let out a short laugh, one hand moving from your hip and sliding down to grab onto your ass. “Feels so good, baby. Such a perfect fuckin’ pussy,” he praised, rolling his hips forward and watching the way you took him with each thrust. “Fuck. I needed this too.”

You moaned loudly, your hips hitting the edge of the table every time he fucked back into you. “Oh, my God,” you whined, your upper body pressing against the cool surface of the table with every thrust of his hips. 

He leaned over you, his left hand grabbing onto the edge of the table next to yours as he started to fuck you a little harder than before. His hips hit your ass over and over again, his other hand sliding into your hair and tugging your head back a bit. “So fuckin’ good… fuck,” he grunted, holding your body in place with his own as he pressed you down against the table. 

A choked moan left your mouth, your sounds filling the kitchen as he fucked you exactly like how he wanted to before. The few objects still on the table shifted every time he bottomed out inside of you, the cookbook you’d been flipping through dangerously close to falling off completely, but neither of you cared. He was sure Gemma would give him shit for a few bent pages, but he didn’t give a shit about that either. 

“Yes, oh, my God, yes. Fuck, don’t stop, baby,” you cried out, tightening your grip on the table.

Jax grunted, your sounds only fueling his movements and making his cock throb deep inside of you. He let go of your hair, dragging his hand down your back until he reached your ass, and he pushed the flannel up once again since it had slipped back down. He gave you a firm squeeze before giving you a sharp smack, feeling the way you clenched around him as your skin burned. 

“That’s it, baby,” he muttered, grabbing onto your waist with a tight grip as he pulled you back against him now with every thrust. “C’mon, babe, squeeze that cock. Cum on my dick like I know you want to.”

You whined loudly, squeezing your eyes shut at the same time your core squeezed his cock, instantly obliging to his request. Your body started to shake, your hands trembling from where they held the table in a death grip as you came with a long, needy cry. 

Jax groaned deeply, his eyes locked onto where you and he were connected as his cock became even wetter, even warmer from your release. “That’s my girl,” he rasped, slowing down just slightly as he felt his cock twitch inside you. He came only seconds later, his chest heaving as he filled you with his cum until some of it started to leak out around him. “Shit. So fuckin’ good.”

He leaned over you, covering your back with his chest as you went limp on the table, thoroughly fucked out. Jax kissed along your bare shoulder, one hand sliding under you until he reached your throat, and he turned your head, guiding your mouth into a deep kiss. 

You moaned weakly against his lips, kissing him a little desperately before he pulled away, his lips as puffy and kiss swollen as yours are. He slowly pulled out of you, pressing his lips together as he watched a few beads of cum drip out along with his cock. 

The sight had one corner of his mouth turning upwards as he helped you stand up straight. Your legs were still shaking as he turned your body around and pulled you against his chest, his arms wrapping around you tightly. “You good?” he asked, unable to stop the teasing and smugness from seeping into his tone. 

You nodded, burying your face in his shirt as your hands grabbed at his back, your body still trembling with the aftershocks. “That definitely made up for this morning,” you said once you were finally able to find your voice and speak again. 

Jax let out a deep laugh, one hand cradling the back of your head as he brushed a soft kiss along your temple. “I’ll make it up to you even more tomorrow mornin’, with no interruptions,” he said, pulling his flannel back up your body so you were properly wearing it again. He pulled back with a smirk, “Told the guys no more callin’ me at nine in the mornin’ unless it’s a real emergency.” 

You lifted a brow, watching as he pulled his boxers and jeans back up, but left them unzipped. “What, today wasn’t a real emergency?” you asked, taking his hand when he offered it to you. 

He pulled you with him towards the bedroom, keeping his other hand planted firmly on your ass as his front pressed against your back. “Not nearly important enough to be interrupted for,” he answered, his smirk softening when you let out a laugh.

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Dedicated to @hunnamandhoney because you mentioned in a reblog of a gif set of a shirtless Jax sitting at his kitchen table and of him wearing a flannel, and you said you wanted to be bent over that table while wearing his flannel, and it’s been in my head ever since. So. Thank you and I hope you enjoy x

Apologies for being MIA. Just went through something really hard and had no motivation, and the only form of outlet I had was this, so I guess I’m like Jax in that way loooool.

I’ve just been LOVING @bellaxgiornata fics (all of them, not just her Jax ones), and she writes Jax amazingly. Like spot on. She’s got a bunch of one shots and short series, and even some long series that I just adore. You will probably end up loving her writing to the point of reading her pieces about other people as well, like I did. 💝

@hunnamandhoney has some delicious Jax fics as well, and she is exceptionally good at writing the concept of YEARNING for something you can’t have, especially with her fics about reader being someone else’s old lady but clearly having a deep connection with Jax. She’s also got some amazing fics for Charlie’s other characters as well. 💖

My sweets who I miss so much @jaxtellerpls has some of the best steamy fics I’ve ever had the pleasure of reading. Always a treat seeing a new fic from her. 💝

There are many others who I’ve seen around, but haven’t yet gotten the chance to read their fics, but these are just my recommendations!! I hope this helped you out, and hopefully you’re able to find even more authors who write about Jax as you explore these accounts! I hope you love them as much as I do! 💞

The fight was stupid. Aren’t they all?

This one really was. At least it started out stupid, but only grew into a more serious fight the longer it went on. 

Jax had come home close to midnight, a tired, grumpy man who’d spent his day dealing with club business - most of which he hadn’t yet told you about despite one of his vows being to do just that, to keep you in the loop as best as he could. 

You’re his wife, after all. You deserved that, at least. 

He’d stripped out of his clothes, leaving a trail leading all the way to the bathroom, and that was only after he greeted you with a simple, chaste kiss to your cheek without saying a single word. 

That in itself made you a little annoyed, because after not hearing from him for most of the day, and after waiting for him to come home all night, that was all you got? Well, that and a now messy hallway. 

You bit your tongue as you followed the discarded clothing trail, picking up each one and wondering how bad of a day he had to justify needlessly making the house a mess, especially after you spent a good few hours cleaning it earlier, but you doubt he noticed that with how quickly he disappeared into the bathroom as soon as he stepped through the door. 

After you picked up his jeans, shirt and boxers, you lifted your gaze and looked at Jax through the foggy glass of the shower, your eyes narrowing at how tense he looked. “Long day?” you asked, and he just grunted, shaking his head and barely acknowledging you. 

“Yeah,” was all he said, and you lifted a brow, debating on whether or not to push him further, but you weren’t cruel. He obviously dealt with some serious shit today, if the red stain you saw on his jeans was anything to go by, and wanted to have a shower in peace. 

So you left the bathroom and entered the bedroom, stuffing his clothes into the laundry bin and making a mental note to do them as soon as you wake up tomorrow in hopes to get that stain out for him - not that he’d really care anyway. Another stain would just take its place soon enough. 

You went back into the living room, where you had been patiently waiting for him to come home, and sat back down on the couch. You picked up the book you’d been reading and had set down when you heard him come home, only to receive that vague greeting from Jax before he left you alone again. 

It was less than ten minutes later when the shower turned off, and only a few more minutes passed before you heard footsteps leading up to the living room, and when you lifted your gaze from the book and met Jax’s tired eyes, you felt your heart clench in your chest. 

He was dressed for bed, wearing just his sweats, and he looked exhausted, both physically and mentally, and you wanted to help him in any way he’d let you, because you’d both been each other’s safe spaces since you started dating, and you’d like to think that was still very much true now that you’ve been married for just over a year. 

But instead of giving you an explanation, or a proper greeting, or a gruff apology for his sad excuse of one, he gave you a tight lipped smile he didn’t even try to make reach his eyes. “‘M goin’ to bed,” he said, and you squinted your eyes at him, making him pause when he already started to turn away and head back down the hall. “What?”

You narrowed your eyes at that. Yes, he was allowed to have bad days, he’s the President of a fucking motorcycle club that gets put through the ringer damn near every day, and you’d never try to invalidate that, but to have him be so short with you and so distant wasn’t appreciated in the slightest. 

Your shoulders lifted in a sarcastic shrug, “Oh, hey, babe. How was your day? Mine was good, thank you so much for asking,” you said, sarcasm dripping from every word. You just couldn’t help yourself. “That’s usually how a normal husband greets his wife, you know.”

Leaving his clothes on the floor was one thing, but pretty much ignoring you was something else, and especially since this wasn’t the first time he’s come home this week in a bad mood and essentially ignored you in your own home. 

Jax let his shoulders drop, he let out a deep huff, “Don’t start,” he muttered, running a hand over his damp hair, and that only made you even more annoyed. 

You set the book aside, having not really read much of it anyway, and sat up a bit. “Don’t start?” you echoed, narrowing your eyes, “I’m way past that. What happened to your eye?” you asked, the beginning of a black eye that was obviously forming on the left side of his face something you’d noticed while he was in the shower, but didn’t say anything about. 

Jax propped his hands on his hips, his head tilting to the side in a way that told you he was already done with the conversation. It was a look you’d seen him give countless times to others, and he’d given it to you a handful of times as well, but everyone else didn’t get the same treatment that you did. You weren’t just anyone else, you’re his wife. “It’s nothin’,”

“It doesn’t look like nothing-”

“It’s just club shit,” he cut you off, effectively making you briefly shut up. “You know how it is.”

You pressed your lips together, your arms coming up to cross over your chest. “Yeah, I do know how it is,” you agreed, trying to reel your temper back in, because as much as he was pissing you off at the moment, you didn’t want to start a fight he obviously didn’t have the energy to have right now. “But I also know that you once promised to never keep things from me. Club shit included.” 

Jax went silent at that, and you watched the way his jaw locked, a muscle in his cheek twitching slightly. He waited a few breaths, no doubt trying to calm himself down too, before he softened his expression just a tiny bit. “Babe, I promise, it’s nothin’ for you to worry ‘bout right now, alright?” he said, seeming to hope that would be enough for now. “I’ll tell you all about it soon.”

But it wasn’t enough, because lately you’d been feeling detached from him, and like he was keeping things from you, and you didn’t like that. At all. “No, it’s not alright,” you said, standing up from the couch, and his eyes lifted with your movement. “Jax, you barely said a word to me when you got home, you left your clothes all over the floor, and instead of sitting down and talking to me about it, you just told me you were going to bed. I feel like we don’t talk anymore.”

Jax exhaled harshly through his nose, and he broke eye contact with you as he shook his head. “Look, I’ve had a long fuckin’ day, alright? I told you that,” he said, his voice raising a bit as his eyes met yours again. “I don’t feel like sittin’ down and talkin’ about it, okay? Is that alright with you?” 

Your eyes hardened at that, but so did his, and you’d come to a clear stand off, despite you simply wanting him to communicate with you a bit better. But that was asking too much of him, apparently. “Fine. Whatever,” you said, letting your shoulders drop even though your whole body was tense now. “Goodnight then.”

Jax let out a short huff, and he gave you a look you’d seen too many times to count at this point. “You mad at me now?” 

Yes, you were, but he clearly just wanted to go to bed and forget about today, and who were you to stop him? “No, Jax,” you answered, crossing your arms. He gave you another look, this one almost comically unimpressed as he mirrored your stance, his own arms coming up to cross over his chest. “Fine. Yeah, I am kinda mad at you.”

Jax huffed and shook his head, muttering something under his breath you weren’t able to catch. “So I deal with bullshit all day with the club, and then when I come home and try to leave all that shit behind me, I have to deal with my wife too?”

You squinted at that, his choice of words adding to the anger you felt burning inside of you. “You don’t have to deal with me, Jax. And I don’t think that’s a very fair thing to say to me,”

“But jumpin’ on my back as soon as I get home is fair to me?” he shot back, stepping around the half wall separating the hallway and the living room. “I expected you to be the one person who wouldn’t fuckin’ push me when I’ve already had a rough day.”

“And how am I supposed to know that? That you’ve had a rough day?” you asked, ignoring the sting you felt at the way he was so dismissive of you right now, like you were just another person to him instead of his partner. 

“The lack of greetin’ wasn’t obvious enough?”

You flared your nose at that, and this wasn’t going the way you wanted it to at all. Starting a fight was the last thing you liked doing with Jax, but you also didn’t see this de-escalating anytime soon. “You’re acting like an ass right now, Jax,” you said, ignoring his question you had a feeling he wasn’t expecting you to answer anyway. 

Your choice of words had his brows raising, and his head tilting back a bit. “I’m actin’ like an ass,” he repeated, stating it rather than questioning it. “You ain’t in no position to be sayin’ that to me, babe.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“You’re actin’ like one of those needy chicks that hang around the clubhouse instead of my wife,” he grunted, his face lacking any resemblance of the softer side of him that always seemed to be around when he was with you. 

Hearing him reduce you to a needy chick, someone who just hangs around to get laid by one of the Sons, had your jaw clenching angrily. “You’re calling me a fucking crow eater? Are you fucking serious? Why?” you scoffed, “Because I just wanted my husband to look at me for more than five seconds and to have an actual conversation with me?”

“Because you keep fuckin’ pushin’ it when you know it’s just makin’ shit worse,” he said back, as if that justified his words. “You ain’t a crow eater, but you are my old lady, and when I need a fuckin’ minute to myself when I get home, you give it to me.”

A humorless laugh left your lips. “Oh, I give it to you? Is that what I’m supposed to do? We’ve been over that, Jax. You don’t get to boss me around like one of the Sons,” you said, “And how am I supposed to give you something you never asked for? Do you want me to read your mind? So I know you need a sec to yourself instead of taking it out on me as soon as you get home?”

“I didn’t want to take it out on you,” he said, and his voice raised even more. He was clearly getting as worked up as you are. “I tried to not fuckin’ take it out on you. But you just had to go and start somethin’, huh?”

“Don’t pin it all on me, Jax. That’s not fucking fair,” you glared at him, “You can’t just expect me to be all happy and understanding when you come home and fucking ignore me, especially since you’ve been doing it all week. How is that fair to me?”

“This life ain’t supposed to be fuckin’ fair, babe,” he scoffed, his biceps flexing as he crossed his arms more firmly over his chest, and any other night you’d be all over that, but you’d gotten so mad so quickly, you couldn’t even take a second to appreciate just how hot your husband is. 

You rolled your eyes and turned away, opting to just stop looking at him since the anger in his eyes wasn’t helping you calm down at all. How is he mad at you right now? When he was the one at fault here? “Don’t give me that,” you shook your head, “That’s bullshit. You can’t blame it on the life all the time, Jax. You were given many chances to leave, and to make shit better. It doesn’t get better, and you just have to deal with it and let me in, not push me away when it gets hard.”

“I’m not pushin’ you away. I’m tryin’ to not bring this shit home with me, but clearly that ain’t workin’,” he muttered, running his hand over his mouth. “And I ain’t blamin’ it on the life either. Things get hard sometimes, like right now. I’m dealin’ with a lot of shit with the club, and I don’t need you breathin’ down my neck about it as soon as I get home.”

“Me just wanting to talk to you counts as me breathing down your neck, now?” you asked, understanding the point he was trying to make about as much as he was understanding yours. Not at all. “What’s next, I have to ask you for permission to touch you in case you had a bad day and decide to take it out on me instead?”

“Jesus Christ,” he nearly yelled, his eyes darting around the room as if he was looking for a chance to escape, as if simply hashing something out with you was such a big thing to ask of him. “That’s not what this is and you know it. You don’t have to ask permission to do shit with me, alright?”

“But I’m supposed to be able to tell when you want space, then give it to you after you already made me feel like shit for caring?” 

“I didn’t mean to make you feel like shit-”

“Well, you did. You made me feel like some idiot who needs to get permission from you to be able to talk to you, let alone touch you,” you cut him off, “And you make me feel like I’m some afterthought, that I’m just here for you to come home to. I’m your wife, Jax, I’m supposed to be the person you come to with this kind of shit, not brush off and ignore so you can bottle it up on your own.”

“You are the person I come to with this kinda shit-”

“It doesn’t seem like it. You’d rather barely say a word to me when you come home, then go back out the next day and do it all over again-”

“‘Cause you make it fuckin’ impossible to get a word in without you flyin’ off the fuckin’ handle,” he cut you off this time, and his voice was a lot louder than before. He moved to stand in front of you, towering over you and making you regret ever opening your mouth. But there was no going back now. “I don’t need to deal with you and your fuckin’ insecurities when I’ve got enough shit goin’ on, alright?”

You narrowed your eyes, your gaze as cold as his is. “My insecurities?” 

“Yeah. What the fuck are you even complainin’ about, huh? What, I didn’t greet you properly when I got home, so that means you get to be on my case for the rest of the night? To bring up shit that doesn’t even fuckin’ matter?” he was in your face now, angrier than he’s ever been with you, and you actually shrunk back a bit. 

“You’re out of line, Jax,” you tried to reel him back in, but you feared he was already too fired up, and you’d pushed him to his breaking point. 

“You’re the one puttin’ me outta fuckin’ line!” he yelled, and you flinched at both the loudness of his voice, and the way he raised his hand to brush his hair out of his face. He caught your flinch, and instead of instantly calming down, it only seemed to irritate him even more. “You thought I was gonna hit you?”

And maybe you should’ve assured him that, no, you didn’t think that, and you’d never think he’d ever put his hands on you like that, but you were still so mad, you didn’t have much control over what you were saying right now. “It wouldn’t surprise me if you did,” you said instead, even though it would definitely surprise you if Jax were to ever destroy your relationship beyond repair by hitting you. “The way you guys treat your old ladies, the way you treat women in general. I’ve seen the aftermath of an argument between your mom and Clay. It’s not pretty.”

You knew that would hit him hard. There was nothing he hated more than to be compared to Clay, and the fact that you insinuated him possibly hurting you in the way Clay had hurt his mom was pretty low. Even you knew that. It would cut deep for him to hear that you might actually believe he’d be capable of doing that to you, even though you didn’t believe that at all, but you were just so upset with him, you wanted him to feel the way you were feeling. 

Jax scoffed and shook his head, taking a few steps away from you. “You’re unbelievable,” he said under his breath. “I ain’t Clay. I’d never put my goddamn hands on you like that. Ever. You should fuckin’ know that.”

And you do know that, but you didn’t say that. 

Instead you turned away and sat down on the edge of the couch, feeling the way the tension in the room became less angry, but remained just as heavy. The argument seemed to be over, with neither of you wanting to continue it after that. 

“I’m gonna stay out here tonight,” you said, your voice rough from holding back tears. You looked down at the floor as you curled in on yourself. “I’ll sleep on the couch. I don’t want to see you right now.”

A humorless laugh left Jax’s lips, and he turned away, heading down the hallway towards the bedroom as he muttered, “I don’t wanna see you either,” 

That was by far the worst argument you and Jax had ever had. That was the most heated you’d gotten with each other, to the point of getting into each other’s faces and letting your mouths spew words without letting your brains think of the consequences for it after. 

You and Jax were both stubborn, and he was more hot-headed now that he’s the President of SAMCRO, and the longer you’re with him, the more unwilling you are to be treated like the other old ladies you’d met. It was definitely a clash, but you and Jax are usually able to make it work. You and he are usually able to talk things through before they get to a point where everything just explodes and you end up angry with each other. 

In the years you’ve been together, there have only been a handful of times where you and he couldn’t reach an agreement, or you couldn’t get each other to see your point of views on things, and even then, they weren’t as bad as tonight was. 

You felt your eyes sting, and you quickly reached over to flick the light off before curling into a ball on the couch. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but it definitely wasn’t as soft as yours and Jax’s bed, and you almost wished you’d told him to sleep on the couch instead. 

But you ignored the flat pillow that was more for decoration than to be used as an actual place to rest your head, and you pulled the throw blanket up to your chin, leaving most of your lower half uncovered. 

This was the first time you and Jax willingly chose to not sleep in the same bed. Of course there were times where he ended up crashing at the clubhouse and you had to sleep alone in the bed, and there were times where you’d fallen asleep on the couch waiting for him to come home, but he’d always bring you to bed with him, because you didn’t like not sleeping next to each other. 

And even though you meant it when you said you didn’t want to see him, it didn’t change the fact that your heart was hurting, and even though it was because of him, you still wanted to be with him in your room, not out here by yourself. 

But you were still so upset, and you were stubborn and bitter and didn’t feel like getting up and putting your differences aside so you could both get a decent enough sleep tonight. 

With your luck, it would just start round two, and you weren’t in the mood to deal with that at all. 

So you got as comfortable as you could, and tried to ignore that Jax was sleeping by himself in the bed you’d been sharing with him for the last two years. 

It took you what felt like hours to finally calm down enough to go to sleep, but it wasn’t peaceful. You were barely asleep, just unconscious enough to chase away the tiredness from the fight and leave you feeling slightly more rested, but it still wasn’t a good sleep. 

You weren’t sure what time it was or how long you’d been out here, but you were able to faintly hear the sound of the bedroom door opening, and the sound of a few footsteps. Even with your eyes closed, you could see the brightness slip into the darkness behind your eyes as the hall light turned on, but you didn’t fully wake up until a few moments later. 

The sound of more footsteps barely registered in your mind, and you were almost completely back to sleep when you felt the blanket you’d been using slowly lift off of you, and then felt a familiar hand slide under your back. 

You almost thought you were dreaming, because of course Jax would be in your dreams, but then you felt your body being lifted up, and you opened your eyes. You squinted at the harsh light coming from the hall and turned your head, burying your face in Jax’s chest as he slid his arm under your legs, keeping his other one wrapped around your back. 

“Sorry,” he muttered, using his shoulder to flick the light switch off when he walked past it, and you just groaned as he carried you the short distance to the bedroom. 

You knew he was taking you to bed, and even though you were still quite pissed at him, you didn’t try to get out of his hold, nor did you tell him to stop and put you down. 

He left the bedroom door open as he walked around the bed, and he gently set you down on your side of it. The sheets and comforter were already pulled back, and you melted against your cool, much comfier pillow as Jax pulled the covers up over you. 

You instantly cuddled under them, your eyes falling shut as he rounded the bed again and got in on his side next to you. You kept your back to him as he slid under the covers and moved closer to you, and you instinctively leaned back against him. 

“I’m still mad at you,” you mumbled as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you back against his chest.

A much softer laugh than all the sarcastic and humorless ones from before came out of his mouth at that, and he laced his fingers with yours under the sheets. “Yeah, I’m still mad at you too,” he said back, and you tried to fight off a smile as he buried his face in your hair. 

You thought that would be the end of it, that he just brought you to bed since he didn’t want you to sleep apart unless you absolutely needed to, and you were still very much not on good terms right now, but the soft sigh you felt against the back of your neck had you refraining from falling asleep just yet. 

“What happened before,” he started, his voice low and much more gentle than it had been earlier in the living room. “It got outta hand. We both said some shit, but it ain’t gonna break us, alright? We just needed to cool off for a bit.”

You held his hand a little tighter, because despite all the things he’d said to you during the fight, that was what impacted you the most. “No. It won’t break us,” you agreed, and you felt the way his lips curled up just slightly against your skin. 

“That’s my girl,” he mumbled, and you fought off another grin, knowing that you and he would need to actually talk things out properly in the morning, but for now, you were more than content to fall asleep in his arms like you had many times before, and you held onto the hope that tomorrow’s conversation would be much more efficient that the one from a couple hours ago.

-

Jax takes his vows and every promise he made to you on your wedding night very seriously. 

The ceremony and reception was quick, as was the after party, and when he took you back home, you’d become so drunk off him that your mouth no longer had a filter, and you were left saying the most filthy things every husband loved to hear on his wedding night. 

Well, every sane husband, anyway. 

You’d told him that you wanted to ride his cock every night, and he told you that he’d give you his dick anytime you wanted, and he meant that with everything in him. It was all yours to use whenever you needed it. 

Over the last few weeks though, you’d been needing it more and more. You and he had stopped using any kind of birth control, wanting to get a move on and start a family together, and ever since then, you’d been a lot more needy and downright horny for him. 

But Jax didn’t mind a single fucking bit. He’d never complain about his wife needing him and his dick like it was your own form of drug. He swore you’d get it whenever you want it, and he planned on keeping his word. 

Jax had just dismissed the rest of the club, letting them leave the chapel after a rather quick and unanimous decision regarding what they were going to do moving forward. He was at the head of the table, the president’s seat, and was just about to stand up and follow after the guys when you walked in, a cheeky smile on your pretty face. 

You were wearing an expression that screamed trouble, and knowing you, this wasn’t about to be a quick visit or a brief conversation. Not when you were currently looking at him like that. 

He remained seated, one arm draped over the armrest as he looked over at you, and a matching smirk took over his lips. “Babe,” he murmured, tipping his head back as you closed the door and started to walk over to him. “What are you doin’?”

You sauntered over, standing next to the chair as you looked down at him, and he knew exactly what you were doing. You were wearing a tight shirt and a skirt, easy access, and Jax was already ready for you. Just a look was all it took for him to be rock hard, and he’d be lying if he were to say the risk of someone walking in wasn’t a turn on. 

The chapel doors don’t have a lock, any club member could walk in at any second and see what you and he were up to, and yet Jax didn’t give a shit. Getting caught balls deep in his wife would surprise no one, especially since you and he had always been very touchy with each other right from the very start of your relationship. 

You smiled down at him, reaching out and bracing one hand on his shoulder, your fingers curling around the leather of his kutte. “Oh, you know…” you trailed off, lifting one shoulder in a shrug as you moved closer to him, bracing your other hand on his other shoulder. 

Moving onto his lap like it was your own personal throne, you settled on top of him on the chair, and it creaked under your joined weight. Your smile grew as you pressed your chest against his, your arms banding around his shoulders. 

“Just wanted to see my husband,” you answered, subtly rubbing yourself against the front of his jeans. “Can’t seem to stay away from you for some reason. Think I might be obsessed or something.” 

Jax smirked up at you, his hands coming up to grab onto your hips. “That right?” he grunted, his thumbs rubbing at the sliver of skin where your shirt ended and your skirt started. He leaned back, one hand sliding down to brush along the curve of your ass as he tipped his head back against the chair. “You know this room ain’t exactly private, right?”

For club meetings, sure, it was as private as it could be. But with every club member currently in other parts of the clubhouse, there was no reason for the chapel doors to be shut, unless someone was in there on their own. 

Or in this case; unless the President of the club needed to tend to his old lady. 

You hummed, giving him another shrug. “Well, I guess we’ll just have to be quiet, won’t we?” you said, one hand coming up to grab onto the side of his face.

“I don’t think you know how to be quiet, babe,” Jax huffed out a laugh as your other hand slid down his body, tugging at the zipper of his jeans. “Least not with me.”

Your eyes met his again, then they dropped down to the smug grin he knew was on his lips. “I don’t care,” you said, rolling your hips against his as he felt the damp spot on your panties begin to seep into the fabric of his jeans. “I want to fuck you, Jax. I want to ride my husband’s cock. Right now. I need it.”

Jax grunted as he felt his cock start to throb, already begging for attention from you. His hand slid up your back and tangled in your hair, and he pulled you down for a deep, firm kiss. He let his tongue brush against yours a few times before he pulled back, his lips damp as he reached down and helped you tug both his jeans and boxers down. “Come on then, baby. Take what you need,”

You were all too happy as you reached down and pulled your panties as much to the side as you could, and you rubbed yourself along his cock a few times, coating him in your wetness. 

He pushed your skirt up around your waist, baring your ass to anyone who decides to walk into the chapel at any given moment. It wouldn’t be ideal, but it also wouldn’t be the end of the world since you and Jax had gotten caught in much more compromising positions before. This wasn’t anything new. 

A shameless moan left your lips, and Jax’s eyes instinctively flickered over to the door, as if someone was about to choose that exact moment to walk in. But no one did, and his eyes returned to you, and then he grabbed onto your hips, helping lift you up so you could sink down onto him. 

Jax grunted, his fingers digging into your skin as he looked at you through slightly hooded eyes. “This ain’t gonna be slow and sweet, baby,” he said, his hand giving your ass a firm smack. “Gonna be fast ‘n hard since you couldn’t wait ‘til we got home.”

You let out a sharp moan, your hands grabbing firmly onto his shoulders as his palm soothed the sting it just gave you. “I’m okay with that,” you breathed, dropping your forehead to his as you rolled your hips forward, making him inch deeper inside you. 

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered, fingers digging into your skin hard enough to leave behind bruises. His head tipped back against the chair, his fingers bunching up the fabric of your skirt and keeping it out of the way. 

You whined, and even though you’d told him that you would be quiet, you didn’t seem to be keeping your word as you tangled your fingers in the short hair on the back of his neck and let out a louder moan. 

“Shh, keep it down, babe, ‘less you want the whole fuckin’ club to hear how needy you are for my dick,” he taunted, a breathless, slightly mocking laugh leaving his lips after. He grabbed onto your ass, pulling you down harder on his lap and letting out a deep groan despite his own warning since he wasn’t much better than you. 

You whined again, your eyes squeezing shut as you tipped your head back, damn near still on his lap as if you and he had all the time in the world to spare right now. “Jax-”

He dug his fingers firmly into your skin, tilting his own head back and tangling one hand in your hair, guiding your gaze back to his. “You wanted this. Couldn’t fuckin’ wait until I got home,” he pointed out, his voice a mocking rasp. “You wanted me, and you have me. Now ride me before I bend you over this fuckin’ table and have my way with you.”

Your eyes opened at that, and there was a glint of excitement in them, because of course that just turned you on even more. Your hands held onto him a little tighter as you lifted yourself up just a bit, then lowered yourself back down, and even just that had you moaning a little louder than before. 

Jax huffed out a laugh of disbelief, shaking his head as he looked up at you. “Fuck, it’s like you want them to fuckin’ hear us,” he muttered, partly scolding you though his voice held hints of pride and smugness. 

You shook your head, your hands sliding to either side of his neck as you dropped your forehead against his. “No,” you said, not sounding too convincing but also sounding significantly quieter than before. “I just wanted you. Been thinking about you all day, Jax. Needed you so bad… can’t help it.”

That pride took over his body at your words, and he smoothed one hand down your back, holding you firmly against him like he couldn’t get you close enough. “I know, baby,” he murmured, his other hand staying glued to your hip as he guided you into a more steady rhythm rather than the uneven one you started out in. “‘s okay. You know you get to have me whenever you want.”

You hummed, rocking your hips against his in a way that had the chair creaking under him. “Like right now?” you teased, one hand coming up to tangle in his hair. 

Jax grunted, his hand moving from your hip to your ass again. “You really need me to answer that?” he muttered, shaking his head as he leaned up and kissed you. “You’re on my cock not even five minutes after I sent the guys away. Only you can get away with this kinda shit, babe.”

“I know,” you agreed, giving him a smug grin before you rocked your hips a little faster, “You’re whipped for me.”

Jax let out a deep laugh, still letting you set the pace as he tightened his grip on you. “Hardly,” he grunted, pulling your hips flush against his every time you rocked against him. 

The chair started to creak even more as you started to bounce on his lap, the sound making it increasingly obvious as to what you and he were doing in here, and he leaned further back on the chair, hoping the pressure of his body would limit the creaking as much as possible.

You clung onto his shoulders for stability, your teeth digging into your lip to stifle the sounds he was growing more desperate to hear. Quiet sex almost never happened between you and Jax, if ever, so this was quite a different experience for both of you. 

When a particularly loud moan stumbled out of your lips, you let out a short grunt of frustration at the laugh he couldn’t contain before grabbing his face in your hands and kissing him. Your tongue brushed along his, your sounds now muffled against his mouth. “You’re mine,” you mumbled against his lips, tugging at his lower one as you ground your body against his. 

Jax groaned, dipping his head and kissing you even deeper than before. He swallowed your sounds, drinking in each one like he does every time he’s inside you, every whimper and whine making his cock twitch. “Fuck yeah, I’m yours,” he grunted in agreement, his hand tangling in your hair and giving your head a gentle but firm tug back. 

He lifted one leg just slightly until only the front of his foot was on the ground, keeping the other one planted firmly on the floor as he started to thrust up into you. It allowed him to inch deeper inside you while keeping the obnoxious creaking of the chair at a minimum, and it was safe to say this was probably one of the worst places to have sex in, but that probably wouldn’t stop it from happening again in the future. 

Jax leaned in and attached his mouth to your neck, dragging his teeth along your skin as he tasted you. He sucked a mark onto your throat, one you definitely didn’t have when you walked in here but will now have when you walk out, and he realized that he really didn’t give a shit if the whole clubhouse knew you and he were fucking in the chapel. 

His wife needed him, and who was he to deny you?

“You like that?” he asked against your skin, keeping a firm grip on your hair that had you slightly tense in his hold. Your pussy clenched around him, sucking him in deeper and creating a slick mess between your bodies, and he gave a few sharp, shallow thrusts. “Needed this so bad, huh? Can barely fuck you with the way you’re squeezin’ me so fuckin’ tight, baby.”

A choked gasp left your mouth, and you weren’t even trying to be quiet now as you met his thrusts with every drop of your body. “Yes,” you moaned, tugging on his hair as you tipped your head back. “Needed you so bad. Feels so fucking good.”

Jax laughed, his hand leaving your hair only to wrap around your throat, and he held you tight enough for you to feel it, but not to actually restrict your breathing - though he knew you liked that anyway. He pulled you closer as he leaned back, his other arm wrapping around your lower back and pulling your body closer to his as he fucked up into you. 

“Let the whole fuckin’ club hear who owns you. Who owns this tight pussy,” he rasped, feeling you clamp down tightly around him at the dirtiness of his words. “I don’t give a fuck, baby. Be as loud as you want. Wanna hear you when you cum for me.”

You let out a strangled squeal, an all too excited grin taking over your lips as you rode him with less energy than before, now letting him take the lead. “I think… think they already know who owns me,” you pointed out, the coolness of his wedding band against your skin enough of a reminder. “I’m only one man’s old lady.”

Jax lifted a brow at that, keeping his hand around your throat while the other one came down onto your ass with a firm slap. “Smartass,” he muttered, his palm soothing the sting his SONS rings no doubt created on your skin. He pulled you down into a messy kiss, your shared moans lost to each other’s throats. “I’m gettin’ close, baby. Gonna cum soon.”

You whined into his mouth, kissing him desperately as you started to fuck yourself on his cock again, taking everything he promised is yours. You tightened around him, your walls pulsing along his cock as you fucked him faster. “Fuck,” you gasped, starting to shake on his lap as he felt you cum. 

Pulling away from his mouth, you buried your face in his neck as your body jerked out of your control, your muffled moans going straight to his cock as it twitched inside you. He came with a long, deep groan, filling you up as he held you tightly against his body. “That’s it, babe,” he praised, jaw clenching as his hips weakly rolled up into yours.

He let go of your throat, soothing the faint red marks left behind with his mouth as he peppered kisses all along your skin. When you went limp on top of him, he finally stilled, both his hands moving to your ass where he gently rubbed at the obvious handprints he’d left. 

It didn’t even matter anymore that you and he weren’t at home or weren’t even in a room with a door that locks as Jax cradled you against his chest, feeling the way your uneven breaths started to slow the longer you stayed like this.

When you didn’t lift your head from his shoulder, seeming to prefer to have your face buried in the leather of his kutte, he let out a soft laugh. “You alright, baby?” he asked, turning his head and pressing his lips to your forehead. 

You nodded weakly, letting out a deep, sated sigh. “Mm, yeah. I’m good. Been thinking of doing that in here ever since you became President,” you answered, and made no move to get up. That was fine, but all Jax wanted to do right now was get you home, where you and he could be in the comfort of your own space without any risk of someone walking in and seeing you impaled on his dick. 

He ran a hand down your back, gently lifting your hips a bit, and a soft whine left your mouth. Jax huffed out another laugh, “You gonna let me take you home?” he asked, and you let out another sigh, this one sounding more frustrated than the other one, before you pushed yourself upright on his lap. 

“Yeah,” you mumbled, wincing as you slowly stood up. “You can take me home. As long as you promise we can do that again, but in our bed. And with you on top. I’m really fucking weak now.”

Jax hummed, reaching out to fix your skirt so it was covering you before he tucked himself away in his boxers and zipped his jeans back up. “I think I can promise you that,” he said, standing up from the chair that creaked in relief at no longer being subjected to two horny newly-weds. Fuck, it was gonna be hard to not think about this the next time he sat down on it. 

He towered over you, taking your face in his hands as he leaned down and pressed a final, much softer kiss to your lips. 

A small, lazy smile was on both your faces when he pulled back, and he reached down to lace his fingers with yours. “Alright,” he smirked, “Let’s get outta here. Wanna fuck my wife properly without worryin’ ‘bout the guys comin’ in and interruptin’.”

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