#samcroimagines

Hey Dolls! So I am a bit lost for inspiration at the moment, so I thought I’d give a song a try. This ones for Happy based on ‘Rude’ by Magic! 

Love Saint xx

GIF not mine. 

Saturday morning jumped out of bed and put on my best suit

Got in my car and raced like a jet, all the way to you

Knocked on your door with heart in my hand

To ask you a question

‘Cause I know that you’re and old-fashioned man

You had to catch yourself before you over filled the mugs of tea you were pouring for yourself and your parents, you were just so lost in your worrying thoughts. They had flown all the way to California, not only to visit you, their only daughter, but to meet your boyfriend, Happy.

You and Happy had been together for two years now, but all that your parents really knew about him was that he was a mechanic and that he treated you wonderfully. It wasn’t that you hadn’t wanted them to meet before, but your parents were real homebodies, that never travelled to far from home.

However, it wasn’t only that this was the first time they were to meet Happy that was making you nervous. It was because Happy had proposed to you three weeks ago, and he insisted that he wanted to make a good impression and do everything right by asking your fathers permission.

“He shouldn’t be too much longer, they are just so busy down at the garage” you said cheerfully, hoping to hide your nerves, while carrying in the tray of tea.

For the next ten minuets you chatted happily about everything that had been happening back home, and how you had been finding Charming. You told them all about the club, and the boys, excluding the south of the law details, of course.

You all turned your heads to the window at the sound of a motorbike pulling into the driveway. You walked out to greet him with a kiss, and you could tell how uncomfortable and nervous he was. He was never much for socialising outside the club, but he was mainly worried about making a good impression because of how much he loved you.

Walking inside you started the introductions;

“Mum, Dad, this is Happy. Happy this is my Mum, [M/N]” Happy nodded and greeted her with a small smile, before you continued.

“And this is my Dad, [D/N]”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir”, he stuck his hand out to shake your fathers hand, but your father simply responded with a stern nod.

You took a deep breath, so far this was going about as awfully as her mind had imagined, but as ever she remained optimistic.

“Well, lunch should nearly be ready, so why don’t we all go sit down” you said, trying to be a positive buffer to the tension.

Can I have your daughter for the rest of my life?

Say yes, say yes 'cause I need to know

You say I'll never get your blessing 'til the day I die

Tough luck, my friend, but the answer is no!

Lunch was filled with awkward silences as you tried to find a common ground you could all talk about, uncomfortable laughing continually spilling from your mouth as you tried to lift the mood.

By the time you had served the after dessert coffee, you could tell that all three of them were ready for this to finish, and you still hadn’t got to the hardest part.

You shared a look with Happy, reaching under the table to take his hand, trying to still his shaking leg that was almost shaking the whole table.

You cleared your throat before you began, “Ahem…Dad. Happy has something that he would like to ask you”, you turned to him with a small smile to trie and reassure him.

“Sir, I would like to ask for your blessing to marry your daughter.”

Your fathers face turned to stone, while your mother sat in shock.

“Absolutely not.” Your father said sternly.

“Daddy!”

“No, [Y/N]. I’m not arguing, he will never have my blessing as long as I live. You didn’t think we would do some research on that motorcycle club. You’re mother and I were both very disappointed but didn’t say anything. We figured this was a phase and you would move on. But I will absolutely not allow my baby girl to marry anyone associated with them. Look at him! He’s obviously no good, you don’t need google to tell you that, and he must be more than 10 years older than you!. This,” he said gesturing between you two, “is over. You are coming home.” He finished, standing abruptly from the table.

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. You had always known your parents were a little old fashioned but you had never thought that they could be this judgemental. You knew that at first sight they wouldn’t love the sight of Happy. Yes, he was a little older, yes he was covered in tattoos, and yes he was a little shy, but your father was just being cruel. And you were prepared to fight.

You jumped up from the table, “Dad you aren’t being fair-”. You stopped when Happy stood and turned to you, holding both your hands.

I hate to do this, you leave no choice, can't live without her

Love me or hate me, we will be boys, standin' at that altar

Or we will run away to another galaxy, you know

You know she's in love with me, she will go anywhere I go

“Sir, Your daughter is the best thing that has ever come into my life. Her smile, her laugh, her sense of humour, her compassion, her taste in awful movies, the fact that she could love someone like me - I am crazy about her. I love her….and I will always keep her safe”

By this point you could feel tears pricking your eyes, your hand still in Happy’s.

Happy’s stare never wavered from your fathers.

“No.” Your father responded, rigidly.

You’d had enough. Leading Happy by the hand to the front door, you stopped to face your parents.

“We are going to go out for a while. You can stay here. I think everyone needs time to calm down. I know you want to protect me, but I love him, and you can’t control me anymore, I’m going anywhere he goes.”

Your parents stood there in shock. You walked out the door, but Happy stopped turning back to your father.

“This isn’t how I wanted this to go, and I tried to make a good impression. I hate to say this, but…I’m going to marry her anyway”

With that you let the house, mounting his bike and riding away. You wrapped your arms around him, squeezing him gently.

So bold is flashback, Im sorry if this is confusing - I was trying out a new writing style, and trying to write something that wasn't Tig related ahaha

You blinked your eyes open slowly, the sun streaming through the window instantly making your body feel the effects of last nights party. You checked under the blankets, shit! Where are my pants?! You thought, while also taking note that you were wearing somebodies SAMCRO shirt.

Sitting up steadily, you looked around, suddenly realising where you were. Juices room at the club house. You didn’t remember much from last night, so you didn’t know whether to be proud of yourself or embarrassed.

Sometime in the year you had spent with the SAMCRO boys, you had fallen for Juice. His boyish charms, his nerdy personality, his sweet heart, and his gorgeous body didn’t hurt the matter either. But of course, he was oblivious to it.

You got out of the bed and padded barefoot down the hallway, wearing nothing but the oversized shirt; past all the sleeping or passed out figures, towards the kitchen, where you found Chucky brewing a pot of coffee.

“Mornin’” you mumbled as you leant against the bench, running a hand through your tangled, mess of [H/C] curls.

He turned to face you, seemingly unaware of your half dressed state, “Morning”, he said with a bright smile, “coffee?”.

You nodded before he handed over a mug. You sipped the liquid goodness, feeling it warm your inside, you smiled to yourself, before speaking to Chucky.

“Hey, can I…um…can I ask you something a little weird?”

“Sure, fire away”

“I, uh” you let out a small embarrassed giggle “I don’t remember much from last night. Could you maybe tell me why…why I woke up in Juices bed without pants this morning?”

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“MAYBE NEXT TIME HE’LL THINK BEFORE HE CHEEEAAATTTSSS!” You screamed along, while dancing on the clubhouse bar, bowing to the shouts of support and applause.

You went to climb down, but before you knew it you were flying through the air, before landing in some very solid arms. You looked up to see the smiling face of Juice.

“Hiya!” You greeted, caressing his face in a rather sloppy manner, while he still supported you.

“Maybe you should go home and head to bed baby?” Commented Gemma who had crossed the bar after seeing you fall.

“Noooo! I don’t want to go home” you carried on

Gem folded her arms, looking at you with an affectionate smirk

“Uh she can sleep in my bed” Juice suggested

She nodded, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your forehead, while you wriggled, still unhappy about the night ending.

“Give him a hand would you Chucky” she chuckled, as the boys started to carry you toward the apartments.

Once inside the room, the boys placed you carefully down on the bed, before pouting that you couldn’t sleep in your clothes, leading to Juice handing you one of his shirts - both of them helping you to change.

“Okay, time for bed” Juice told you as they both moved you up the bed

“Juicey will you stay with me please” you pouted, looking up at him with puppy eyes.

The boys exchanged a look, as Chucky said goodnight, before Juice climbed in carefully next to you.

You buried your head into his chest, with him wrapping his arm protectively around him, as you drifted into an alcohol induced sleep, feeling safe and warm. With your eyes closed, you missed the way he looked at your resting figure with such affection.

After an hour he climbed out of bed carefully laying you down, covering you with the blanket, before heading back out, walking through the ending party.

“Hey how is she?” He turned to find Chucky, sipping some drink through a crazy straw.

“Uh, yeah, she’s sleeping so”

“Why didn’t you stay? I mean, according to the guys you have a little thing for her”

Juice sheepishly rubbed his neck, smiling gently.

“Well, I didn’t want to her to wake up in the morning asleep with me, with her wearing no pants and get the wrong idea, so I think I’m just gonna sleep in the office”

“Okey” he nodded before continuing to sip on his straw, with Juice walking away to the TM office.

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By now you were well and truly blushing, a large smile stretched across your face, thanking Chucky before heading for the office.

You walked in to find him fast asleep on the couch. You tip toed over, crouching in front of him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

His eyes blinked open, the dazed look on his face fading as he took in your smiling face.

“Hey, want to tell me why your asleep on a shitty couch? Your bed is pretty comfy” you winked

“I, uh, didn’t want you to think I took advantage or anything” he shrugged

“I think drunk me was trying to tell you something” you explained slyly

He looked at you with his brows furrowed in confusion as he sat up. Before he knew it, you had leaned in, pressing your lips firmly to his. He placed his hand on the back of your neck, bringing you in closer to him, your hand pressed against his chest.

You both pulled away, looking at each other sheepishly, with a gently blushing smile spreading across both of your faces.

You’d had it. You just had to get away from him, you couldn’t take another minute of Tip and Koziks fighting. Now you could handle the fighting, it was what they were fighting about that was pissing you off. Missy.

You hadn’t believed Chucky when he’d said that there had to be at least one vagina involved, in fact you had laughed. When you overheard a conversation between the two, about how Kozik had “loved her too”, you accepted that it was about some woman, it was in the past, it must have been - Tig was with you now. But the way he had been moping about it since Kozik had appeared, suggested otherwise.

This afternoon when you had come home from work at the preschool to the apartment you shared with Tig, and found him sulking on the couch over a beer, you couldn’t take it. You’d had it.

Now you were sitting in your car on the side of the road about a mile outside of Charming. You looked down at your phone on the passenger side seat, another call from Tig. The sixth in an hour. Apparently, slamming the door as you stalked out of the apartment had gotten the message across that something was wrong.

By the time another hour had passed you had received a text from almost each of the boys trying to track you down, you had decided to go home.

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You walked quietly through the front door to see Tig sitting at the kitchen table, his head in his hands, a piece of paper in front of him, by the sound of the gentle snores coming from him, he’d fallen asleep. You cleared you throat, startling him awake.

“Doll, where’ve you been? I’ve been freaking out” He said, getting up from the table walking over, putting his hands on your arms.

“I just needed some time” you mumbled sighing, “I’m sorry”, giving him a small smile.

“You sure?” You nodded and he placed a small kiss on your forehead

“Whatcha looking at?” You asked, nodding your head towards the small piece of paper on the table.

“A photo of Missy” he answered with a sad smile, this was enough for you to pull yourself from his grip, throwing you hands up, scoffing.

“I’m done”, you turned to leave, as you felt him grab your arm as you reached for the door knob.

“Babe, whats wrong?”

“What is it about Missy that you just cant seem to let go of?” You exclaimed

“I’m sorry Doll, I just miss so many things about her. The way her face used to light up in a smile when she’d see me at the end of the day, the way she would lie on my lap at night when we’d watch a movie, the way we’d play around in the park”

He let out a small chuckle “man she could chase that ball for hours”

Your brows furrowed in confusion, “wait. What?” You muttered as you walked over to the table, turning the photo to face you, and you were met face to face with this so called competition.

A dog. Missy was a dog. You had been worrying for weeks about....a dog.

You turned to him with a fierceness in your eyes that made him step back a step. “You have got to be fucking kidding me.”

He looked at you, his startling blue eyes laden with confusion.

“A dog. Missy was a fucking dog. I have been stressing for weeks thinking that you were in love with some other woman for fucking weeks! And she has been a dog this whole time!” You screamed at him

“Babe...” his face sunk, and you could tell that he was hurt. A combination of how much he had made you worry, and what you were saying about Missy.

“No! I am so not okay! This whole time I have been beating myself up thinking I wasn’t good enough for you! That I couldn’t give you what she could give you! That you didn’t actually love me! I mean, how could you if you were still in love with this chick! And this whole time it was a fucking dog!” You slapped him on the chest before grabbing your bag and storming back out.

He didn’t follow you though, he just stayed, stunned in the lounge room. You drove off before pulling back off to that same side of the road, laying your face on the steering wheel. You felt awful. You’d screamed at him and blamed him even though it was your own stupid fault for misunderstanding. This dog had clearly meant a lot to him, and you had just screamed at him about her.

You sat bolt upright, you had to make this up to him.

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You opened the front door, juggling your bag and your special, particularly wriggly, present for Tiggy. You snuck in and found him asleep on the couch.

God this man is hopeless at staying awake, you thought with a snicker as you snuck in the lounge room, standing in front of him. You placed the present down on his chest, as his eyes shot open. He looked up at you, and then to the bundle on his chest as it shuffled.

“Hello, where’d you come from?” He smiled at you, as he sat up balling the wriggling gift into his arms.

You sat down next him, scratching the fluffy ball in your husbands arms as he turned to you.

“She looks just like Missy” he chuckled out “why?”

“I felt awful about before. It was my fault for not misunderstanding, I shouldn’t have yelled at you-”

“No babe-”

“Let me finish please. I know Missy meant a lot to you and I shouldn’t have freaked out about it so much. So I wanted to make it up to you, I know she isn’t Missy but this little girl did need a home, so...” you trailed off, not sure how he’d respond.

“She’s beautiful, just like her mum” he said with the most charming smile. You leaned in and kissed him before pulling back.

“So what should we name her?” You asked

“How about Sammy?”

He smiled up at you, before laying back and pulling you into a cuddle.

“Perfect”

Imagine Request: Jax Imagine based on the song Fall by Palisades

Here’s the song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GqnaResBdOY

Warning: SMUT because apparently, I’m on a kick with that lately.

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“Ten days in the cabin?” you asked as you lay cuddled up to his bare chest, “how are you gonna swing that Mr. President?”

Jax chuckled, “Shit with club is straight right now. Plus, I’ll have my phone on me if things get bad.”

“That’s the longest we’ve ever spent together,” you noted, kissing him before getting up to begin gathering your clothes.

“Is that a problem?” he asked, head in his hand as he lay on his side staring at you. Jax would never admit it to you, but that stung him a little.

You shrugged, “Not a problem, just that we don’t usually do things like that.”

Jax scoffed, “I’m capable of more than just hooking up a few times a week.”

You didn’t know what to make of his comment but decided it best not to say anything else. “Okay, ten days at the cabin with you it is,” you told him, leaning over to kiss him before heading out the door.

“Your girl leave already?” Piney asked as Jax walked behind the bar to grab himself a drink.

Taking a swig of his beer, he sat across from him, “Not my girl, but yeah.”

Piney eyed him as he sipped on his glass of whiskey, “She’s been in and outta here a lot the past week.”

Jax laughed, “What are you? Security now?”

Piney shrugged, “I’ve known ya your whole life, and I think you like her.”

“Piney the relationship counselor,” Jax said, rolling his eyes, “Shit’s complicated with that one.”

“Pussy is always complicated,” Piney said, chuckling as Jax nodded his head.

Jax took a swig of his beer, “I’m sure I’m not the only one she’s seein’. Anyway, I’m goin’ away for a while. Keep me updated on shit okay?” Piney nodded before the two of them shared a hug and patted each other on the back.

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You sighed as you saw his bike already parked out in front of the cabin, but you smiled when you spotted him through the window cleaning up.

He stopped cleaning when he saw you though, immediately placing his lips on yours, hands roaming your entire body as you moaned against his mouth. This is how it always was for the two of you, not much conversation and a lot of sex. This was different though, an almost sort of hunger radiating from him.

You didn’t mind though, especially when his lips went down to your neck, sucking and biting, surely leaving a mark. You tugged at his shirt, and he pulled away from you to remove it before placing his lips back on yours, ripping the buttons as he pulled your flannel shirt off. His hands immediately went around your back, unclasping your bra, allowing you to shimmy out of it.

Pants came off right after, Jax hoisting you up on the nearest surface he could find. He wasted no time entering you, eliciting a moan out of you. You pulled at Jax’s hair as he pumped in and out of you. Your nails made scratches down his back as you bucked your hips to match his pace, both of you close to reacing your release.

You tightened your legs around his waist as he rose his release out, you shortly after. “Well, that’s quite the welcome wagon,” you told him, smirking as you jumped off of the table.

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*Day 9 at the cabin*

Jax watched you as you slept, playing with a strand of your hair. The past nine days had been awesome. The two of you spent a lot of time in bed, but also out on the lake swimming. Jax couldn’t help but wonder if it meant as much to you as it did to him. You were always down to have fun, and the time you guys had spent together had been fun, but he wanted more, he just didn’t know how to tell you.

He was brought out of his thoughts when you stirred in his arms. “Hey,” you said to him, cuddling further into his chest.

“Are you seein’ anybody else?” he asked you, looking down at you.

“I don’t see how that’s any of your business, Jax,” you told him, untangling yourself from him and wrapping the sheet around your body as you stood up, “You’re such a dick.”

He sighed, “I didn’t mean to come off that way darlin’.” As he said this, he stood up and set on the bed across from you. “I want more than this.”

“What are you talkin’ about Jax?” you asked him, holding the sheet tighter to your body as some sort of crutch.

“Shit with you’s been great, includin’ the sex, but it ain’t enough. I’m over here wondering if you’re fucking somebody else, and I don’t like that,” he explained.

You smirked, “You want me all to yourself lover boy?”

Jax rolled his eyes but smiled, “Yeah, I guess you could say that.”

You surprised him by standing up and moving to straddle his lap, “Does this make me your old lady then?”

Request: Happy teaching his child to ride a bicycle without training wheels. EXTRA FLUFF.

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“Eat your eggs, love,” you told your daughter who sat at the kitchen table across from you, “Dad will be in here in a second.” She nodded and began to eat, you doing the same. Happy walked in from the shower, placing a kiss on each of your heads before grabbing his plate off of the counter.

“You busy today,” you asked as he sat down.

He shrugged, “Not much, just some club shit later on.”

“Yay,” your daughter said, earning a confused glance from her dad.

“What are you two plottin’? he asked, taking a drink of his orange juice.

“I wanna ride a bike without training wheels, daddy,” she said.

“Are you sure you’re old enough for that?” he asked, making you giggle.

“Despite you being in denial about your daughter growing up, she’s eight now, Hap. She‘s old enough,” you told him, walking over and wrapping your arms around his neck from behind, giving him a hug before turning to do the dishes.

Your daughter waited patiently, looking at Happy and purposely looking pouty until he spoke again, “Your mom tries to use that look on me too.”

You laughed, “And it works every time.”

Happy agreed before turning to your daughter, “Alright, I’ll teach you how to ride.” She squealed and wrapped her arms around her father’s neck before running to get dressed, leaving the two of you in the kitchen alone.

“You’re a good dad,” you told him as you finished up the dishes, “I had my doubts eight years ago, I’ll admit.”

He shrugged, leaning against the counter next to you, “Can’t say I blame ya for havin’ your doubts. I had mine too.”

You wrapped your arms around his torso, laying your head on his chest, “You’ve done good. Lord knows she thinks the world of you.” It was true. The moment your daughter was born, she was a daddy’s girl through and through, never wanting to be too far from him.

He sighed, “I’m only doin’ this so she can learn how to ride an actual bike when she’s sixteen.”

You rolled your eyes, “Don’t think so, Lowman.”

“Dad, let’s go,” she begged, walking towards the front door, interrupting your playful banter with your husband.

You and Happy laughed as the two of you followed her out the door. You took a seat on the front porch as Happy and your daughter headed onto the road. The two of you had mutually decided on a house in a subdivision close to the clubhouse after the baby was born. You watched Happy work on getting the training wheels off your daughter’s bike while she watched with anticipation. You smiled as you watched him help her put her helmet, knee pads, and elbow pads on, wondering how you got so lucky.

Happy held the bike steady as she climbed on, “Please don’t let go, dad,” she said, her voice wavering just a little bit as Happy steadied the bike with her on it.

“I won’t let go until your ready baby girl, I promise,” he said, unaware that you had snapped a picture of them with your phone. He went through what she needed to do, including how to brake when she wanted to stop.

She took a few deep breaths before looking up at him, “I’m ready daddy. You can let me go.”

He let her go as she peddled, him running beside her the whole time.

“I don’t remember how to stop!” she screamed at Happy, beginning to cry. You were off the porch, running towards them when you heard that, but you stopped when you saw Happy grab her off of the bike right before it ran into some trashcans.

Happy moved to sit on the side of the road with your daughter in his lap when you made it to them and got down on your knees next to them.

“You caught me daddy,” she said, burying her face in his neck.

He held her close, “I’ll always catch you, baby.”

Request: “Could I request an imagine with Happy, where you’re his wife, and y’all are showering and shaving each other, it gets kinda smutty?”

Warning: SMUT. 

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“It’s been a long fucking day,” you told Gemma who had come over to your house for a while.

“What happened?” Gemma asked as she sipped on the mixed drink you had made her.

You sighed, “Work is shit right now, and Hap has been pulling all nighters at the clubhouse. Everything is just crazy right now.”

She giggled, “You picked the wrong one to marry if you didn’t want crazy, baby.”

You joined her in laughing, “I guess you’re right.” The two of you finished your drinks before you seen Gemma to her car and headed to shower.

You were letting the water run over your body when you heard the front door close. You assumed it was Happy, and you were proven right when you felt arms around your waist and lips on your neck.

“Hey baby,” he said, caressing your body with his rough hands as the water surrounded both of you.

“I missed you,” you told him, turning to face him before planting a kiss on his lips. He grunted, “I missed you too, girl.” You grabbed your luffa, putting soap on it before instructing him to turn around. When he did, you ran the luffa across his shoulders and down his back, stopping just at his waistline.

You then ran it along the length of his arms, before he turned around, and you did the same to his front. Once you were done, you turned around and handed him your shampoo bottle. He poured some in your hair before gently massaging your scalp with his hands, his front pressed up against your back, almost as if to tease you. You let a little moan escape your lips as he continued kneading the shampoo into your hair.

Once he was done, he had you turn around to face him as he rinsed the shampoo out of your hair. Your eyes wondered all over his body as he rubbed his hands through your hair, getting every last bit out. You placed your hands on his chest, rubbing up to his throat before pulling him down to kiss you. His hands never left your hair as you backed him up against the wall of the shower, your tongues fighting for dominance. Once the two of you pulled apart for air, Happy grabbed your razor, flipped the two of you around so you were against the wall, and got down on his knees. You knew what he was doing, and your knees almost buckled as his breath came close to your center while he ran the razor along your leg.

“Can we stop the bullshit now, please?” you begged.

Happy shook his head, “Just wait, baby.” He finished shaving your legs, placing kisses along them before standing up. His hands ran down your sides, onto your hips and he held them there for a brief second. His fingertips grazed your pussy, making you arch your back towards him. He then surprised you by slipping one finger in your core, with another right behind it. You moaned as he pumped his fingers in and out slowly. “Does that feel good girl?” he asked, placing kisses on your neck.

“Mmmm yes baby,” you moaned, using his shoulders to steady you as you reached your release. You were breathless as you motioned for him to get against the wall. You started by placing kisses on his neck, nibbling in some places. You left a trail of kisses own his abdomen, kneeling in front of him. You placed your hand around his throbbing penis before placing a kiss on the tip of it.

Request: Imagine based on Don’t Let Me Be Yours by Zara Larsson

Here’s the link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vLo7UibsTSs

Warning: SMUT

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“I’m super shitty,” you told your friend as the two of you danced together in the middle of the SAMCRO clubhouse.

The two of you giggled as you headed over to the bar to get two more drinks from the prospect tending it. “You gonna hook up with blondie again?” your friend asked, taking a sip of her bourbon.

“He has a name,” you told her, rolling your eyes.

“Yeah, HE does,” Jax said, sneaking up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist from behind. Your friend shook her head as you took his hand and followed him to the pool table.

“Watch me kick his ass, and then you and I can have a match in my apartment,” Jax said, smirking as he kissed you roughly, telling you that he was a bit tipsy himself. This is where you two found yourself any time you both showed up at the same party, together.

You nodded, biting your lip as he pulled away to go play Tig in a game of pool. You grabbed another beer and set back on a chair to enjoy the game and anticipate the after party.

Jax won of course, and he wasted no time coming over to you, pulling you up off of your seat, leading you back to his apartment.

His lips found yours as soon as he shut the door, locking it behind him. Your tongues fought each other as he pushed you up against the wall, yanking his shirt off in the process. Your hands roamed his toned body before tangling in his hair. You gave his hair a tug, inducing a moan from him as he pulled away from you, removing your shirt too.

The two of you locked eyes, taking each other in for a bit before continuing, Jax bringing his lips back to yours, ripping your bra off. You silently cursed him for that, but you didn’t stop as you yanked his pants and boxers down in one swift motion, leaving him in nothing and you in just your panties. “God you’re perfect,” he mumbled before tossing you on the bed and smirking as his eyes roamed your body hungrily.

He gripped each side of your panties, you lifting your hips to help him pull them down. His mouth immediately found you core, lapping up all of the juices that had already formed. You groaned, putting your hands in his hair urging him to continue. You whined when he stopped. “Not yet, baby,” he ordered, climbing on top of you.

He positioned himself at your center before entering you slowly. His thrusts were slow, and the two of you maintained eye contact as he thrusted. “I love you,” he told you. He said this a lot, always during sex, and you never responded because he was drunk, and you knew he didn’t mean it. But this time shook you, the way he looked you dead in the eye as he said it. You didn’t answer. Instead, you buried your head in his chest as he continued to thrust in and out until both of you met your release.

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You typically would have left right after he passed out, but you didn’t this time. It was early in the morning, and you were sitting in a chair in his apartment in one of his t-shirts, looking at him while he slept. You shook your head as you thought about everything; the hooking up multiple times, the ‘I love yous’, and him.

You were brought out of your thoughts when you heard a groan. “Hung over?” you asked, laughing as you handed him a glass of water and two Excedrin.

“Thanks darlin’,” he replied, taking the pills graciously, “I wasn’t expectin’ you to be here.”

“Yeah,” you said, sitting on the bed next to him, “Just wanted to see if we could be around each other without booze and sex.”

He looked at you confused before you continued, “We’ve been hooking up for a while now Jax, and I just feel like there’s more there. I mean, I could just be being stupid. Forget it.” As you said this, you began gathering your things from around his room.