Lilly

Juice had you on the bed below him, his hips rolling steadily against yours as moans fell freely from your lips. 

his hands gripped your hips, pulling you back to meet his thrusts. his cock hitting that one spot, but it wasn’t enough and Juice knew it.

“arch your back for me”

he instructed, his hands helping you arch your back. the angle helping his cock hit that one spot just right, moans toppling from your lips as you hurtled towards your climax. 

your cunt fluttered around him, a shaky groan falling from his lips. 

“that’s it, cum for me”

his voice was hoarse, the epleasure audible as he spoke. 

you nodded into the pillows, his hands still pulling you back to meet his thrusts. he gave a couple more thrusts before he sent you careening over the edge with a cry of his name, your cunt spasming around him as your climax hit. 

his climax was triggered by yours, spilling himself inside with another groan. 

Juice stayed buried inside you, his body blanketing yours as he lay against you. his head on your shoulder as he whispered out to you. 

“mhm hi”

you shook your head at him, though you couldn’t hide the smile that tugged at yours lips. 

“hi Juice”

his smile matched yours,  you watched him amused. watching as he pressed kisses to your shoulder before he lifted from your back, slowly he pulled out of you and helped you turn onto your back. 

he settled against you again, his head in the crook of your neck as he whispered to you. 

“give me five and we can go again”

you and Juice had been sneaking around together for a couple of months now, no one else knew of your relationship. just how both of you wanted to keep it for the time being. 

after the latest club run he’d came over, and you knew exactly how to help him relax afterwards. 

Juice always tried to protest being in the submissive role in your agreement, but once he eased back into it there’s no complaints from his mouth. 

just like now. 

you were sat at the edge of your bed, legs spread while Juice sat on his knees between them. 

you brushed your nails across his scalp, pulling a purr from his throat while he lay his head on your thigh. 

Juice tilted his head to trail kisses from his current spot to your core, looking up at you for approval before he attempted to lap at your cunt through your panties. 

the sight had you soaked, feeling your panties cling to your cunt as they seeped with your arousal as you watched him. 

“yeah baby”

you nodded, lifting your hips to help him pull off your panties. a gasp pulling from your chest as the cool air hit your core, before he leaned in. 

his tongue flicked from your entrance to clit, hesitating to gauge your reactions. 

when a breathy moan fell from your lips and your hand lay on the back of his head to pull him closer, he dived in. 

he eagerly lapped at your cunt, the taste of you filling his senses while he relished in the feeling of you. 

you watched him through hooded eyes, cunt drooling against his tongue as his nose nudged against your clit. 

“need your fingers too”

you breathed out, hips bucking towards him and a whine pulling from your chest as he pulled back. 

his lips and chin glistened with your slick, and it caused a new wave of arousal to swim through your body. 

he nodded in response to your words, right hand lifting and two of his fingers pushing into you. walls fluttering around his digits and another moan toppling from your lips, which made him smirk. 

"i didn't know you could be so obedient"

you told, watching him tilt his head to the side as he watched you. his eyes locked with yours as he slowly started to pump his fingers, thumb pressing to your clit and drawing tight circles against the bud. 

“will always give you what you want”

he mumbled, pressing a wet kiss to your inner thigh before diving back into your cunt. his free hand pushing your thigh further away to give him more space, his head nestled perfectly between your thighs as his tongue flicked against your clit. 

his fingers continued at a steady pace while your walls fluttered around him, causing his smirk to widen. 

the coil was winding tighter and tighter in your belly, the slick sounds of your arousal filling the room with every pump of his fingers. 

“close Juice—“

you blurted out, legs squeezing shut around his head and hand. his free hand pushed your thighs apart again and held you down, speeding up his fingers as your walls spasmed around them. 

his tongue lapped eagerly at your clit, the joint pleasure from his tongue and fingers pushed you spiralling towards your climax. 

just as you were about to topple over the edge, Juice’s phone rang causing a groan of frustration from both of you. 

reaching back, you grabbed his phone. reading Jax’s name as it flashed across the screen and showing it towards Juice, who shook his head. 

his hand lifted from your thigh and took the phone from you, tossing it aside before he redoubled his efforts. 

you couldn’t help but shake your head, amused by his eagerness. your fingers tangling their best into the longer strands of his hair and tugging on it, a whine falling from his lips. 

"what would they think if they saw you right now?"

you asked, referring to the club. an incoherent sound left him, vibrating against your core and causing a chill to shoot down your spine. 

with a few more pumps of his fingers, he had you toppling over the edge. climax hitting with a cry of his name, while your walls spasmed desperately around his finger. 

the sound of your release and his fingers continuing to work you through your high sent a lewd noise throughout the room, alongside your panting. 

after a minute he withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his mouth to lick them clean and moaning at the taste of you once more. 

all you could do was watch in utter amusement, hand cradling his face and your thumb soothing across his cheek. feeling him nestle into your touch as you whispered out. 

“good boy, always”

Juice nestled closer into your palm, eyes falling shut as he revelled in your touch and praise. 

you loved it when he was like this. 

and you were so sure on keeping him to yourself to repay the favor, despite whatever Jax needed him for. 

you had left before Juice this morning, heading out early for work, only to have to return shortly after because you forgot something.

his bike was still there when you got home, in the same spot where he pulled in last night. he hadn’t left yet, which was weird.

Juice was always up and out early.

carefully, you unlocked the front door, shutting it over behind you as you moved further into the house to grab the thing you had forgotten.

“Juice.. you still here?”

you called out, though you never received an answer.

still weird.

he always answered when you called out to him, even if he was asleep when you got home, Juice seemed to wake up as your key pushed into the door.

slowly, you made your way further into the house, setting down your things before moving towards the bedroom. 

what you didn’t expect when you pushed open the door, was Juice against the headboard while his hand moved along his cock.

you watched him for a minute, smirking to yourself as your name fell from his lips with every slick glide of his hand.

his hand continued to pump his cock, groaning lowly as his other hand came into view, a pair of your underwear in his hold.

it was the pair you had on before you got dressed this morning, they were sat on the top of the laundry pile.

Juice didn’t notice you for a long minute, but when he did, a needy whine was tumbling from his lips.

“hey baby”

another whine left him at your greeting, his hand stilling on his cock while your head tilted, eyes flicking between both hands before focusing on the panties in his left hand.

“really Juice?”

he followed your gaze, a small and almost embarrassed smile gracing his face.

you’d found Juice doing this before, a couple of times actually, but every time it sent a flurry of heat through your body.

“i’m sorry, i.. i thought you were gone”

Juice stammered over his words, letting go of your panties to try and pull up the blankets.

but you stopped him, moving closer and sitting on the bed next to him.

“talk to me baby”

a needy noise tumbled from his lips, letting you pull back the blankets to free his still aching cock.

“had a dream about you and you weren’t here, bed smelled like you, and it didn’t help”

his words sparked pride within you, that you had such an effect on him even when you weren’t home.

you nodded along to his words, cradling his face in one hand to pull him into a soft kiss, before he continued on.

“tried to jerk off on my own, but it didn’t feel right. i needed more of you”

he told, his hips shifting in a silent attempt to move his aching cock closer to you, but you didn’t touch him.

“and that’s when you stole my panties, huh?”

Juice nodded, leaning into your touch as your thumb made a soft pass across his cheek.

his need was at an all time high, and it was obvious.

“what’d you need baby?”

you asked softly, glancing down to his cock as it throbbed and leaked between your bodies, the head of him shiny with his arousal.

“touch me, please”

the needy tone to his words made you hum as you carefully wrapped your hand around his cock, pumping him slowly and pulling a strangled groan from his lips.

he rocked up into your touch, fucking himself into the tight grip you had around him.

“can i touch you too?”

Juice asked, trailing the hand that had just been on his cock along your thigh and under the hem of your dress, inching his fingers higher until they ghosted just shy of your core.

“yeah baby”

his hips rocked up into your hand again, meeting each pump of your hand on his cock while he groaned.

the hand he had between your legs slid into your panties, easily finding your clit with two fingers before he began circling the bud.

you moaned out, hips rocking towards him while you continued to stroke his cock, twisting on the upstroke and your fingers brushed the sensitive parts of him under the head.

“tell me about your dream”

the dream.

Juice had dreams about you all the time, especially when he had been away on a run. his dreams always ran rampant whenever he came home, the thoughts of you playing out in his head.

“you had on those pretty panties, the lace ones, and you uh, you surprised me with them when i came home”

he stammered over his words, trying to focus on explaining his dream to you even as your hand continued on his cock.

but it felt good, too good.

“they were my favorite ones, and you let me fuck you in them”

his words came out huskier this time, laced with more need and want than before.

a breathy moan fell from your lips as his fingers continued to press to your clit, drawing tight figure eights into it just how you liked it.

Juice’s cock throbbed in your hand, the head of him leaking with more arousal as his dream replayed in his head.

you had his cock in the tight clutch of your fist, steadily moving up and down his shaft, gliding with ease with the beads of precum coating your fingers.

“but then i woke up alone, and you weren’t here, the bed smells like you, and i couldn’t help it”

he jerked in your palm, leaning in to kiss you again before groaning into your mouth.

“so you grabbed my panties to jerk off with?”

Juice nodded again, rocking up into your palm before a needy moan fell from his lips.

his fingers continued on your clit, swirling with that same rhythm that had you aching for more.

“go a little faster baby”

he nodded, picking up the rhythm of his fingers and earning a breathy moan from your lips.

you were both wound up, but Juice was closer. he hated that he was closer, he always wanted to make you cum first.

Juice took a deep breath, needing to steady himself and pull himself back from the peak. his cock weeped with arousal in your hand, leaking more arousal as you whispered against his ear.

“tonight after work, i was gonna go out with some friends and buy new lingerie”

a guttural groan tore from his throat at your words, his face painted with pleasure as his fingers continued against your clit in the way you liked.

“but i can cancel with them if you want to come instead?”

he nipped at your jaw, nodding slowly as your hand made another pass on his cock, twisting on the upstroke again.

his lips pressed to the length of your throat, nipping and sucking across the skin until you moaned again, making his cock throb and leak in your touch.

“want to come”

although he was talking about shopping with you, both of you knew he wanted to literally cum in the moment. he was so wound up he didn’t know how much longer he’d last.

“almost there baby, promise”

Juice made a choked noise as your hand twisted on the upstroke again, pushing him closer and closer to the edge.

everything was too much. the feeling of his fingers on you, his dream, the sounds falling from his lips.

it was all your undoing.

he circled his fingers again, easily sending you over the edge with a gasp of his name. your hand stilled on his dick, losing yourself in the feeling of your climax while Juice watched transfixed.

his fingers continued on your clit, working you through your orgasm while pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“i’ve got you”

you panted at his words, chest heaving as Juice slowed his fingers until he pulled them away.

“your turn”

the words were whispered against his lips as you kissed him, listening as his breath hitched. your thumb dragged over the tip of his dick, smearing the dribbling precum before tightening your palm around it, moving up and down in quick shallow strokes.

Juice groaned, his back arching as he chased the tight warmth of your hand around him.

he rocked up into your hand, his rhythm jerky with his desperation, while you smirked against his lips, continuing to pump him how he liked it.

“cum for me baby”

you whispered, kissing him again and swallowing down his desperate moans.

his balls drew up and the coil in his gut snapped, a shuddering moan falling from his lips as he came in your hand. his release painting your palm as you giggled softly, stroking him through his high until he slumped back against the headboard, reluctantly pulling your hand away from his cock.

the orgasm had a sated look making its way across his face, making another laugh fall from your lips as you looked to him.

“that feel good?”

he could only nod in response, letting his eyes drift slowly down your body and to your hand, watching as you lifted it to your mouth and licked up his release.

“fuck baby”

Juice groaned, watching you lick up every drop. his cock twitched with renewed interest, already starting to harden again.

you leaned into him, kissing him softly and letting him taste himself on your tongue, easily earning another noise from his lips before he whispered to you.

“let me continue this? i owe you baby”

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You love the way he manhandles you. The way his big hands can wrap around the entirety of your thighs, your wrists, your waist. As soon as he starts moving you around however he wants, your pussy flutters, clenching down tight around his cock. Your body betrays how much his strength and the sheer size of him effects you.

And Opie knows.

A rough chuckle rumbles in his chest as he reaches out to grab your wrists, pinning them above your head in one hand. "You like that, darlin'?" he purrs, bending your knee back and thrusting particularly hard. He might be quiet in day to day life, but when he's fucking you? That's when the animal in him comes out. "Yeah, you do, you fucking love it… c'mon, baby, come for me…" His fingers move to your clit, circling the sensitive bud as he watches your face twist in pleasure. His favourite sight.

The added stimulation is too much. Your back arches and your arms flex against his grip as you feel the first wave of your orgasm begin to wash over you. "Opie!" you cry out, your words descending into moans, your body pulsing and twitching around him as you fall apart. Your eyes roll back into your head, your brain momentarily silenced of everything but him. No thoughts of life, the club or work. Just Opie.

Opie hisses at the sensation of your pussy strangling his dick, pounding into you a few more times before stilling. He comes with a guttural roar, spilling inside you. "That's it, take it," he growls, cock twitching and his heart racing. You love hearing him lose control like that, feeling the weight of his body as he collapses on top of you. He's careful not to crush you, though, his meaty forearms placed either side of your head to brace himself. He stays like that for a few moments, his eyes shut as he tries to steady his breathing and regain his control.

Once he can breathe again, he rolls onto his back, pulling you with him. You end up sprawled out across his broad chest, your cheek resting over his heart, listening to the steady beat. One of his large hands runs up and down your back, making you relax into him. You feel small like this, but also safe. There's nowhere more comfortable than being in his arms. Your fingers trace the lines of his tattoos and you can't resist sniffing him, breathing in the musky scent of him. Opie laughs, his chest shaking beneath you before you pull yourself up to glare at him. "What?" you ask, as if you don't already know.

Opie just shakes his head, running his fingers through your hair. "You," he whispers fondly, "are a menace, sweetheart." You roll your eyes, settling back down into the comfort of his embrace, surrounded entirely by his presence.

Jax was good at a lot of things. Riding a motorcycle, shooting a gun, fighting with both his bare hands and while using a knife, and he was a pretty decent VP to the club. 

He’s calm when he needs to be, aggressive when it counts to be, and overall a good guy to have around when shit goes sideways. He’s smart, and can get himself out of even the stickiest fucking situations with ease. Well, for the most part.

With that being said, sometimes he did have slip ups. Like a few weeks ago when he became too stuck in his own head to focus on the road, something that happened quite often unfortunately, and his eyes had been blinded by the approaching headlights for him to make a smart move about it. So instead of colliding with the car, he ended up sprawled out in the ditch, a mere ten feet away from his bike, and his body had definitely seen better days. 

When he came to, he saw that the car hadn’t even bothered to stop and see if he was okay, figures, so he propped himself upright against the side of the ditch and called Ope, thankful his phone still worked. He then lit a cigarette while he waited, because of course this would happen to him of all people. He’d only been riding for most of his entire life, why wouldn’t he get into a wreck?

Ope didn’t ask any questions when he picked him up, Piney in tow to collect what was left of his Harley, which was quite a lot to be fair, but it would be in the shop for weeks, which fucking sucked. 

On the drive over to St. Thomas, Jax had asked Opie to not tell you what happened, at least not yet, and when his best friend didn’t answer him, he should’ve realized that was because Opie had already told you, and you were already on your way to meet them there. But in all honesty, Jax was in a lot of fucking pain, he wasn’t thinking much about the silence that filled the truck at his request since the adrenaline spike from before was wearing off.

You’d gotten to the hospital just as Jax was taken into the ER, bitching to the doctors about carefully removing his kutte, and Opie had to endure your countless questions and lectures about none of them being invincible and how dangerous it is to ride motorcycles and all that fun stuff no one wanted to hear. But of course, Opie being Opie, sucked it up and took it since it was your way of coping with nearly losing your husband, and he knew Jax would be the one on the other end of your lectures soon enough. 

Over half his body was bruised, and he’d been given a fuckton of pain meds since he couldn’t even walk for the first few days. He spent a good portion of the week stuck in that hospital bed where he couldn’t smoke without setting off the fire alarm, but luckily for him, you were sweet enough to turn it off and crank the window open every time he reached for the pack on the table. 

And, of course, you didn’t leave his side. Even when the club came to visit him and update him on everything he’d been missing out on, you weren’t far. Although Jax wasn’t fussy about you hearing all the shit SAMCRO gets into, he also knew your nerves had been shot since his accident, and he didn’t want to kick you out when it was so obvious that you needed to be close to him right now. 

When you took him home from the hospital, you immediately told him to get in bed and rest, and you’d been taking care of him every day since then. Jax wasn’t one to sit around and do nothing all day long, but that’s exactly all he could do since he’d gotten pretty banged up. He’d lost a lot of blood and would have more scars on his body than he did before, and even though things could’ve ended a lot worse, he was still very injured.

The weeks went on, and Jax had been home for just under a month now, and he was still quite sore and achy, but at least now he was up and moving more than before. He still hadn’t been back on a bike since the crash, though apparently his precious Harley was coming back to life beautifully since Ope had been giving him updates, which was just all the more motivation for him to get better. 

Every move he made, his body protested, which was quite annoying since he couldn’t hold you in bed like he normally does. He can’t touch you like he normally does, and he certainly can’t fuck you like he normally does every night and most mornings. He’d become spoiled by you, he was used to fucking you hard and deep because he was fucking addicted to you, but he hadn’t had sex with you in weeks.

Of course, you didn’t leave him high and dry. You’d given him a blowjob almost every day since he’s been home, and Jax fucking loves your blowjobs. You give the best fucking head he’s ever had. 

But now he felt like a useless husband, because while he got to cum down your throat or on your face almost daily, you hadn’t been given an orgasm from him in weeks because he was too hurt to fuck you like you deserved. All he wanted to do while being stuck at home was take care of you like you always take care of him. It was in his vows - his promise to always take care of you through thick and thin, but he hadn’t been keeping up with that promise. 

So when you joined him on the couch one night, wearing only a pair of panties and one of his shirts, Jax pulled you against his side and guided your lips to his. His were bruised and the bottom one was still split, but that was a kind of pain he could easily take since he liked making out with you way too much to focus on anything else. 

The kiss escalated quickly, and Jax knew you were getting turned on, but instead of letting you disappear into the bedroom to take care of yourself like you’d been forced to do since his accident, he tried to guide you onto his thigh. If he couldn’t fuck you, no matter how much he desperately wanted to, then he wanted to watch you get yourself off on top of him. 

“C’mere, baby,” he muttered against your lips, trying to pull you on top of him. His chest was bare, the only thing on his body being his boxers, so his thigh was completely yours for the taking. “Ride my thigh.”

You whimpered against his mouth, your hands coming up to gently rest on his shoulders. You applied barely any pressure at all, even though he’d been craving your touch over the last few weeks. “Jax,” you whispered, pulling away and shaking your head when he tried to guide you to straddle him. One of your hands moved to his face, and you softly stroked his lip with your thumb. “I can’t. I don’t want to hurt you. You’re still healing.”

Jax groaned, his hands coming up to grab onto your hips. He shifted, a jolt of pain shooting up his side, but the ache of needing you overpowered it. He wanted you, he needed to make you feel good after all you’d done for him, and he needed to take care of you like you took care of him. 

“Baby,” he mumbled, leaning in and pressing soft kisses along your cheek and chin. “You won’t hurt me. I ain’t made of glass, sweet girl. You’re not gonna break me.”

But you looked so hesitant, so scared to even be touching him like this, and he hated it. He hated feeling so weak, hated that he couldn’t take care of his wife properly. He was supposed to be the one taking care of you, not the other way around. You’re his old lady, his fucking wife. 

“Jax,” you tried again, your brows drawn together and creating a worry crease on your forehead. “I don’t..”

But he just shook his head, his lips pressing against yours in a much deeper kiss than before. “Let me make you feel good. Let me watch you get off,” he murmured against your lips, then guided you onto his thigh so you were straddling it. “Grind that sweet little pussy on me, baby. Use me to get what you need. Wanna watch you.”

He flexed his thigh under you, the muscles moving deliciously against your core, and you gasped, your hands flying to his shoulders again. “Jax,” you mumbled, “It’s too soon, baby. I don’t want to set you back or hurt you even more.”

His hands gripped your waist firmly, not letting you move away as he dropped his head to your shoulder. Jax kissed along your neck, his beard scratching at your soft skin. He tried to guide you into a more comfortable position on his thigh, and the movement made him grunt, a pain shooting through his side. 

But he pushed through it, because he was done watching you get all worked up, only for him to not be able to give you what you need. “Please, let me do this for you. I feel so fuckin’ useless layin’ here while you take care of me. Least let me watch you get yourself off,” he rasped, pulling your body forward by your hips. “I ain’t gonna break from this, baby. And I sure as hell ain’t gonna let you go another night without gettin’ what you need.”

And he knew you needed this, he could feel how wet you were through the thin fabric of your panties. You needed him, and he wasn’t one to disappoint his wife. Well, at least not sexually. 

He knew what he could take and what he couldn’t, and even if he couldn’t handle a little rubbing from you, there was no way he was stopping now. 

One of his hands slid up your body, palming your breast through the fabric of his shirt. “Gonna take real good care of you, same way you’ve been takin’ care of me,” he promised, giving you a gentle squeeze before his hands slid under the shirt and grabbed your hips. “You’re so fuckin’ perfect, baby. My perfect girl.” 

You bit down on your lip as you finally gave in just a little, your body rolling against his. You whimpered, eyes fluttering shut as you did it again. “Fuck,” you whispered, your breathing becoming a little heavier. “Am I… am I hurting you?”

Jax groaned, shaking his head instantly. “Nah, baby, I fuckin’ needed this. Now be a good girl and ride my thigh ‘til you cum all over it,”

His words went right through you, like he knew they would. You were a sucker for dirty talk, and luckily for you, Jax had probably the dirtiest mouth around. 

“Okay,” you caved, slowly rubbing yourself along his thigh, the friction making a shaky gasp leave your lips. Your hands held onto his shoulders a little tighter, though still relatively gentle as you were still mindful of the bruises covering his skin. “Tell me if I hurt you, okay? Tell me if it hurts or if I’m too heavy or-”

He cut you off by leaning in and kissing you deeply, his tongue sliding past your lips to brush against your own. Too heavy? What the hell was that nonsense? Who did you think he was? Someone who couldn’t handle his own wife? “Don’t you dare stop, darlin’,” he muttered against your mouth, his hands sliding down to grab your ass and pull you harder along this thigh. “You’re not too fuckin’ heavy for me, baby, and you ain’t hurtin’ me. Love havin’ your sweet body on me.”

His cock was starting to throb in his boxers, just the feeling of your clothed pussy rubbing against him enough to have him hard as a rock. But this wasn’t about him right now. Sure, you’d probably get on your knees again for him after this, but right now, this was all about you. 

“You’re so goddamn sexy,” he muttered, leaning in to kiss and suck along your neck, feeling your pulse hammering against his lips. “Want you to cum so hard on me. Wanna hear those pretty little noises you make for me.”

Your eyes squeezed shut as you moved a little faster, rubbing the soaked material of your panties all along the length of his thigh. “Fuck. Jax. Fuck,”

“There you go, baby. That’s it. That’s my girl,” he praised, fingers digging into the soft skin of your ass as he guided your movements. He sucked along your neck, his teeth scraping gently against your skin.  “You’re so wet, sweet girl. So desperate for it, huh?”

Your movements stuttered at his words, and your hands slid up into his hair as you nodded slowly. “Fuck… yes,” you answered, and the sound of you sliding along his skin was filling the room the longer this went on. It was wet, slick, desperate, and everything you’d both been needing for weeks. 

Jax grunted under his breath when your hand slid past his neck, an involuntary wince crossing his features since he’d gotten whiplash in the accident, but it wasn’t a severe case of it, so the pain faded almost as soon as it formed. “So fuckin’ sexy, ridin’ my thigh like you need it,” he groaned, flexing his leg under you again and giving you a more firm surface to grind against. “Missed this so fuckin’ much. Missed makin’ you fall apart like this.”

You whimpered then kissed him back when he connected your mouths in a filthy kiss. “Fuck, it feels so good, baby,” you whined, tangling your fingers in his hair. Your knees were digging into the couch, your thighs trying to close around his, but all they could do was squeeze him tightly. “Am I… is this okay? Are you okay? God, Jax, you feel so good.”

Jax grunted in between kisses, his hands going back to your hips as he pulled away and watched you. It was such a familiar sight, having you writhe on his lap like this, and you were riding his thigh like how you’d ride his cock. Fuck, he couldn’t wait until he could actually have sex with you again. This whole fucking month had been pure torture, in more ways than one. 

“Fuck yeah, it’s more than okay. Love feelin’ you drip all over me. You’re gonna make such a fuckin’ mess,” he praised, holding you steady on his thigh as he slowly lifted his leg and propped it up on the coffee table behind you, his knee bent. It gave you a more sturdy surface, and the way you gasped at the new angle had him smirking. 

His hand disappeared inside your panties, his fingers seeking out your folds as he watched you with hooded eyes. You were absolutely drenched, your arousal coating his fingers instantly, and when he pulled his hand back out, he brought his soaked digits up to his mouth and cleaned them of you. 

“God, you’re so sweet,” he muttered, savoring the taste of you while you worked yourself into a quivering mess on his thigh, his skin painted in a sheer layer of your slick. 

Your moans grew louder, your eyes nearly rolled all the way back inside your head. “Fuck, Jax,” you breathed, guiding his hand back inside your panties as you rubbed yourself harder on his thigh, your other hand gripping the back of his neck tighter than it had in weeks. “I’m gonna cum, baby.” 

Jax’s fingers found your clit, and he circled the sensitive bud with a devastating pressure that had you wrapping your arms around his neck. “Yeah you are, darlin’. Cum for me, baby. Make a mess all over me,” he demanded, then slid his other hand up to cradle the back of your head, and he pulled you in for a searing kiss. 

You were helpless on top of him, your hips rolling uncontrollably, and your body had a mind of its own. “Fuck… fuck, oh God,” you moaned, pressing your chest right up against his, and his grunt of pain was muffled against your lips as you came, practically gushing all over his thigh and ruining your panties. 

“That’s it, baby. Fuck yes, cum all over me,” he breathed, breaking the kiss as he buried his face against your neck, his cock achingly hard in his boxers - something he was sure you could feel pressing against your own thigh. 

Once your body stopped jerking on top of him, Jax pulled his hand away, his fingers covered in your arousal. He sucked them clean with a shameless moan, his eyes raking up and down your heaving body. “Holy shit,” you huffed, dropping your forehead to his as you leaned in and pressed a softer kiss to his mouth, tasting yourself on his lips. But then you pulled back, and the worry from earlier was back on your face. “I kinda lost control there for a sec. Did I hurt you? Are you okay? Was that too much?”

You rapidly fired questions at him, but your panties were sticking to his thigh, and his mouth tasted like you, and you wanted to know if you hurt him? 

Jax laughed as he wrapped his arms around your body, his lips pressing a series of kisses along your jaw. “I’m fine, baby. More than fine, actually,” he assured you, “I needed that so bad. Needed to see you cum like that, darlin’.” 

His fingers toyed with the hem of his shirt that had stayed on your body throughout that whole ordeal, and his lips curved upwards in a smirk when he pulled away to look at you. You smiled back, not realizing what that smirk meant as you reached down and ran your fingers along the bulge in his boxers. “You want me to take care of you now?”

He shook his head slowly, his hand giving your ass a firm pat as he gestured for you to get up. Once you were standing in front of him, he reached out and pulled his shirt over your head as best as he could, and when it fell to the floor, he reached for the waistline of your panties. 

“Nah, not right now, sweet girl. I want that bare pussy on me instead,” he said, pulling your ruined panties down your legs. Then he sat back on the couch again, patting his other thigh with his hand and watching as your eyes widened just a bit, your teeth biting down on your puffy lower lip. “Then you can take care of me.”

-

there was something you found so satisfying about the way juice's big brown eyes eyes drank in the view of your bare chest. there was both love and lust embedded deep into his gaze and knowing he desired you in a way which was similar to the lust you harbored for him was something meant to be cherished. the feeling of shattering under his stare became intoxicating to you; you were flourishing under such attention. not only was his heart yours, but he held such an intense love and devotion for you. 

often times, much like this one, you'd take advantage of his constant neediness. you'd slowly lift your shirt over your head as he was preparing himself for bed after a long day out with the club, giving him a clear view of your body from the mirror positioned above the wall on his dresser. his eyes would flick to you in an instant as he shrugged out of his kutte, as though he could suspect your unholy intentions. it was moments like these that you enchanted him; put him under some sort of spell. you made him weak in the knees and there was no hiding it... not that he would ever care to, anyway. 

"do you think i'm pretty, juicy?" you asked, your tone coated in sickeningly sweet innocence. after sitting down onto the bed, you rose a hand to gently cup his supple cheek. your thumb immediately finding his lower lip and the soft pad ran along the expanse of his pale pink lips as you expectantly gazed into his chocolate eyes. he rolled his eyes playfully. the both of you knew the answer already, and still you continued, "will you take care of me?"

one of his large hands cautiously crept between your parted thighs, inching it's way toward the thin lace of your panties. there hadn't been very many layers of fabric keeping him from you to begin with. you typically only wore your panties and a large tee shirt around the house, anyway. he placed another firm hand onto the bed opposite your body, successfully keeping you trapped in one spot. it wasn't like you were going anywhere, but his toned frame eliminated the option altogether. 

"of course, babygirl. my beautiful princess deserves everything. tell me what to do, baby," he cooed in an obedient response.

"you should already know," you whined softly, prompting him to roll his eyes and silence you with a kiss. 

his lips tasted like spearmint chewing gum and his tongue the faint remnants of a blunt. he likely smoked before hopping on his motorcycle to come home, as this was what he did everyday. the taste and smell used to bother you as someone who never smoked, but now it was just so juice. 

you were right, he did already know. he knew from experience you liked it when he spoiled you with praise and affection, as well as when he attended to your needs with very little questioning. it used to be a guessing game trying to figure out exactly what it was got you off, but he was quick to learn that you were a pillow princess. he didn't mind though, as long as you were his. 

he wasted no time in getting to work with you, causing you to rest your palms on his shoulders. he was so eager, this was the only way to prevent him from tossing you back onto the mattress right then. one of his hands traveled to your exposed chest. between two fingers, he pinched a hardening nipple, taking pride in the little gasp it elicited. he smiled softly against you, unable to hide his happiness. 

the minutes trickled by in a slow blur. you could merely recognize the sound of your own shameless mewls and moans as he did what he wished with you, his mouth roaming to your throat. endless scarlet marks were left to bloom into deep violets in his wake. the dull stinging sensation that accompanied was only extinguished when he flattened his warm tongue against the skin. he was intent on covering every inch of your neck with his plump lips, and even the corners of your jaw.

despite the hasty pace he'd originally set, he was so adamant on dragging this foreplay out for what felt like ages. this was his little way of getting back at you for being such a tease--he enjoyed working you up until you felt as though you would burst. it killed you inside to be dented of the one thing you needed so greatly, but you just swallowed your helpless pleas, as it would pay off in the end. you knew he could never deny you the high you so desperately longed for. it seemed as though an hour had gone by before he eventually decided to peel away his own clothing and strip you of your panties.

"so fuckin' beautiful, baby. bet you'd look so good riding me, huh?" he proposed suddenly, now hovering over you atop the bed. 

his tongue darted out and grazed the tract of his lower lip at the thought alone. with a teasing slowness about his further movements, he grazed his thumb across your throbbing clit.

"probably, but you gotta earn it first." with a throaty hum, intensified by the muffling of a sharp gasp, you slowly brought a hand to the base of his throat. your thumb gently pressed into the underside of his chin as your grip began to tighten around the column of his neck, carefully testing the waters for a sheer moment before releasing him. "maybe if you're good to me, i'll let you use me like your little slut."

branding yourself with such a salacious title was nothing new; it was something you used to entertain his fantasies about being in control. in truth, you were his slut, just as he was yours. each one would do anything to please the other, with or without a diligent amount of teasing beforehand.

"i see you're feelin' extra demanding tonight," he responded with a cheeky smirk.

due to the two years you'd been in a relationship, he was easily able to make out what you were requesting of him. he dipped his head down until he was level with your sex, and all you could see were those big eyes gazing up at you as he gently parted your slick folds with two fingers. his pink tongue poked out and teasingly brushed against your aching clit, causing you to dig your fingers into the fabric of his white tee shirt. 

"yeah, 'cause you let me do it to you," you hummed softly. "you spoil me rotten even when i've been a bad girl."

he remained unbothered by your statements, as they were true to a certain degree. it took a lot for him to genuinely draw the line with you, therefore even on the days you tormented him extra you still got exactly what you wanted. as though he know you'd have his head if he teased you any longer, juice winked and gave a long lick across the length of your pussy. but a few delicate laps were delivered before wrapped his lips around the hardening bud. he sucked with a renewed ferver, determined to earn his reward. he was purposely very inconsistent, alternating between painfully slow ministrations and very contrasting sloppy, vigorous movements of the tongue.

a slew of groans tumbled from your lips in an involuntary response to this. each time he slowed his pace, the pleasured moans would contort into needy whines. the sound was music to his ears. he liked being able to toy with you like this and it made him feel so proud that he was able to keep you on such an edge. he released your clit with a dull pop sound, immediately replacing it with the rough pad of his thumb. 

while rubbing slow, teasing circles, he licked the juices from his lower lip and asked, "i'm doing good, babygirl?"

two of his fingers pushed past your wetness as he awaited an answer to his question, which never came verbally. you merely pulled his head back down to your pussy. you were in desperate need of a release, more than ever. he'd worked you up so much beforehand, you were ready any moment. you were unable to wait any longer.

instead of giving him the reply he was waiting on, you choked out a raspy, "i never told you to stop."

the feeling of his fingers curling against your sweet spot alone was enough to drive you crazy. coupled with his sweet tongue latching onto your clit, you were unsure how you hadn't fallen off the edge yet. each time you grew so close to an orgasm, he'd slow down significantly, just enough to keep you from coming.

your grip on his shoulders tightened until it was painful. you could hear him groaning in response, his voice sending sweet vibrations against your sex. you were expecting a change in ministrations to keep you on your toes, but left pleasantly surprised when he pushed a third finger into your tight pussy. he watched in awe as you took each one so easily, but managed to refrain from making any comments on the matter. they brushed against your walls again and again, and you could feel yourself becoming undone.

"shit! be good for me, baby" you groaned. your voice grew in volume with each word. "make me cum on that pretty face and you'll get your--fuck--reward."

he smirked against your cunt at the sound of your voice. with one last harsh suck of your swollen clit, he tasted the flood of your juices against his tongue, coupled by your shouts and moans. even though you were meant to be in control, he'd really gotten to you, and that's what he enjoyed seeing. your fingers went slack against his broad shoulders, allowing him to glance up just in time to watch as you threw your head back in exhaustion.

juice gave a teasing kiss to your clit and sat up between your legs.

he speeds up, pushing himself deeper inside of you—just slightly, enough for you to feel every inch of him. you hands claw at his back, head thrown back against the pillow. he’s everywhere—hands sliding up and down your body, face buried in your neck, mouth whispering filthy things against your ear.

“‘m close,” you breath, the familiar build up boiling low in your tummy. your legs shake against his waist, nails digging into his biceps as you tighten around him, clenching, pulsing, like your body needs him—like it doesn’t know how to let go.

jax groans. a sound from deep in his chest, like he’s unraveling too. “yeah?” he pants, lips ghosting your temple. “you gonna come for me, baby? make a mess all over my cock?”

you nod, tears slipping down your cheeks now—too far gone to be embarrassed, too full of him to care. he catches one with his thumb. presses a kiss to your wet cheek.

“that’s it,” he whispers. “i got you.”

his rhythm stutters. his jaw clenches.

“c’mon, baby. let me feel it. you know how good you are for me?”

you do. god, you do. you fall apart for him with a sob, hips jerking beneath his hands as he fucks you through it—soft, careful, deep—like he’s trying to fuck the love right into your bones.

you barely register it when he follows you—just the way his body tenses, the low groan in your ear, the warmth that fills you up inside.

then everything slows.

his weight settles on top of you, chest heaving.

you’re both breathless. quiet.

jax kisses your forehead. again. and again. and again.

“did so good, baby,” he murmurs, hand brushing your damp hair back. “i got you. let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?”

you nod into his chest, safe and small in his arms.

and he carries you to the shower like you weigh nothing.

an: thank you for requesting angel—i hope you enjoyed reading 💋💖

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.

-

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.