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[bellaxgiornata]

I'm Down For You Series Masterlist

Pairing: Jax Teller x nervous!Reader

Summary: For the few years that you'd been living in Charming, you knew far better than to ever associate with the Sons. They were dangerous and total trouble. But what are you supposed to do when Jax Teller suddenly takes an interest in you?

One-Shot Installments [Each one has it's own warnings/tags]

Five Minutes

While out with your friends at a seedy bar in Charming, you manage to catch Jax's eye–and he's quite determined just to get you to talk to him.

Get on the Bike

When something goes wrong with your car, you're left bringing it into the only auto shop around Charming–Teller-Morrow Automotive. You're surprised when you run into Jax and he still remembers you from that night at the bar a few weeks ago, but when you enthusiastically refuse his offer to give you a ride home on his bike, he finds your fear of his motorcycle incredibly amusing.

Walking into Trouble {coming soon}

The only way you'd find yourself at a Sons' party would be if you were completely out of your mind. So when your friends suggest partying at the clubhouse just this once, you're too buzzed and a little high after a bad day to argue about the idea. Which is how you find yourself directly in Jax's domain–somewhere your nervous, shy self doesn't generally belong.

[whisperreed]

✨️Yummy✨️

“huh, you like that darlin’?”

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 — summary; fucking your boyfriend when another member of samcro walks in, but you both find something out about you in that moment (Jax Teller x fem!reader)

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 — warnings; smut with little plot, minors do not interact!!!, poorly written smut, unprotected sex, soft sex, p in v, creampie, established relationship, chibs walks in on them(he does knock they just don’t hear it), readers described as drunk the night before(is this a warning??), jax teases reader about chibs walking in, lmk if i missed any !

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 — word count; 939

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 — a/n; yeah, uhm anyways (thinking of early seasons jax)

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you’d spent the night at the clubhouse with Jax, having drunk a little too much for Jax to have taken you home on his bike. 

you’d woken up alone in his bed and hearing the shower in the next room. eyeing him when he walked back into the room, and his towel wrapped lowly on his hips. 

knowing the look you were giving him had a chuckle spilling from his lips, leading to now. 

he had you sprawled out on your back, arms bracing himself on the pillows around your head, hips rocking against yours at a steady pace.

his voice soft and small, gentle coos leaving his lips. mumbled ‘i knows’ into your ear, while your legs wrapped around his waist and feet locked at the small of his back. arms loosely wrapped around his neck, and fingers tangled in his hair. 

this was more intimate than sex ever normally was between you, it was softer and a lot more gentle. 

tilting your head to capture his lips in a kiss and humming as he deepened it, his tongue pushing past your lips and meddling with yours. 

each thrust of his hips had more moans falling from your lips, breaking the kiss and laying back against the one lone pillow on the bed. your eyes flicking across his face and admiring him, reaching a hand up to cradle his jaw while your thumb soothed across his cheek. 

giggling softly as he tilted his head to press a kiss to your palm before leaning down to capture your lips again, both of you lost in the moment and missing the knock at the door. 

Jax’s thrusts continued at a steady past, coaxing soft moans from your lips. dropping his head to the crook of your neck again and peppering kisses across the skin, back arching up into him. 

with no response from Jax the door opened cautiously, and a familiar Scottish accent sounded in surprise and slight disgust. 

“jesus christ Jackie”

feeling your face heat at the sudden intrusion and hiding your face in your hands, feeling Jax pull away from your neck and glance back at Chibs. 

glancing up cautiously at Jax as he pulled the blankets up to cover your body, remaining inside you as he spoke, his tone laced in faint irritation and your walls fluttering around him causing a muffled groan to bubble in his throat. 

“this is on you brother”

his eyes locked with Chibs’ before nodding towards the door in a silent ask to leave, hearing the Scotsman chuckle before leaving; the door slamming behind him while Jax’s attention turned back to you. 

“sorry bout that, darlin’”

his hands pulling yours further away from your face, and loosely wrapping your arms around his neck once more. feeling the pillows dip on either side of your head while he braced himself again, the slow drag of his hips starting again. 

“felt you clench down on me, hm sweetheart?”

despite the softness of the moment, even if momentarily disrupted, Jax’s tone held a little teasing to it once again. thrusts continuing and low mewls falling from your lips, eyes hooded and keeping hold of his gaze. 

“huh, you like that darlin’? you like the thrill of getting caught like this?”

words escaping you, and a lewd moan coming out in response. eyes fluttering shut as he leaned down to capture your lips again, his blond locks toppling into your face. 

the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room again as he chased both of your climaxes, forehead resting against yours and arms crossing above your head. 

his body blanketing yours and moving impossibly closer to you, peaking up at him to find his gaze already on you. 

“you gonna cum f’me sweetheart? or you want Chibs back in here?”

choking back a whine at his proposition, walls fluttering around him again as the words reeled in your head. 

mind feeling fuzzy and body flooding with heat, the familiar pool of warmth settling in the pit of your belly as his thumb pressed to your clit. 

“fuck, that turn you on? shit- cum f’me sweetheart, that’s it”

the words came out in a groan, his head dropping to your shoulder and his thrusts faltering. lips pressing soft kisses across your sweat dampened skin, and his soft coos flooded your ear. thumb pressing tighter circles to your clit and pushing you over the edge, the coil in your belly snapping as you came with a cry of his name. 

arms tightening around his neck and pulling him down impossibly closer, moaning into his ear while your cheeks pressed together. moans turning into whines, and whines turning into incoherent babbles as his thrusts continued; once met with precision now left sloppy as he chased his high. 

“fuck, that’s my girl. such a good girl f’me darlin’”

the possessive tone in his words had another lewd moan tumbling past your lips, nails scratching across his back and into the sons tattoo. 

a barely coherent cry of his name was his undoing, hips stuttering before stilling completely against you. a jagged rock of his hips and a guttural moan past his lips signified his climax, his cock throbbing in your warmth and his release shooting into you. 

the constant flutter of your walls around him had him spilling every drop, the tightness surrounding him milking him for all he had. 

staying connected and limbs intertwined, his breathing heavy against your shoulder as he slowly started to come down from his high. lifting his head enough to meet your gaze before grumbling out to you. 

“my little exhibitionist, hm?“

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[chloe-skywalker]

Love Beyond Limits - Chapter 8

Mob!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Steve Rogers x Friend!Fem!Reader

Sam Wilson x Friend!Fem!Reader

Warnings: SOA, Mob AU

(In over all them, mentioned at one point)

Word Count: 1,493

Summary: Y/n gets to officially meet Steve and Sam. Bucky's best friends. And both have some more serious things to tell her.

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“So I invited Sam and Steve to come join us. Is that okay?” Bucky planned to introduce her officially to two of his closest friends. They were going bowling and it seemed like a good time to have them meet her. Of course they had seen her and knew of her but a face to face meeting has not occurred yet.

“Of course. So I get to meet your friends today?” Y/n asked, smiling at the prospect of meeting his friends that he’s talked about so highly of.

“Two of my closest, yes.” He nodded, enjoying her excitement about meeting Steve and Sam.

When Bucky had picked her up and told her two of his friends were joining Y/n was excited and nervous, which she was syre was how Bucky felt meeting Wanda and Pietro. “Well you met two of my closest friends so only fair.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Bucky rolled his eyes playfully as he parked outside of the bowling alley. Their bowling alley.

He did notice Sam and Steve park not to far away. Of course they had followed, for they always do but Y/n didn’t know that they were always close by just in case and for now he’d keep it that way. They had discussed beforehand that Bucky would take Y/n inside and Sam and Steve would wait a few before entering and joining them.

“Afraid they’ll embarrass you?” Y/n teased nudging his shoulder.

“They’ll try.” Bucky grumbled as he got out of the car and walked around to open her door, before they headed inside.

“Hey fairs fair. When you meet my brother I’m sure he'll embarrass me.” Y/n told him honestly as they got in line to get shoe’s and a lane.

Her statement warmed Bucky more than he could ever express. She had plan’s of him meeting her family. That meant the world to him.

After they got their assigned land and shoes Bucky and Y/n got their bowling balls and sat down to change into their bowling shoes. About 5 minutes later two men approached their lane area.

“So this is the girl that's caught our grumpy Bucky’s attention?” Sam spoke up first, already getting on Bucky’s nerves. Steve smiled at Sam’s teasing of their friend. It was no secret that since Y/n came along Bucky wasn’t as broody to anyone that was close to Bucky.

“This asshole is Sam and the quiet one is Steve.” Bucky introduced them.

“Hi, it’s nice to finally meet both of you.” Y/n smiled, reaching out to shake both of their hands.

“You're telling me! Its been a while. We hear all about you but this guy just keeps putting off introductions.” Sam exclaimed, getting his fill of starting to tease his friend.

“It’s nice to formally meet you Y/n.” Steve smiled, greeting her back.

“Likewise.” Y/n nodded at him.

“So are we doing team’s or single?” Sam clapped his hands together ready to beat them all.

With that they started bowling all the while Steve and Sam got to know Y/n and shared stories of Bucky. And Y/n got to know them.

After her turn she went to sit by Steve while Sam and Bucky argued over  bowling balls by the lanes.

“He smiles more since he met you.” Steve spoke up feeling the need to let her know about the impact she’s had on his bestfriends life and mood.

“I’m sure it’s not just me.” Y/n looked at Steve and she was shocked by his words.

“No, it is. I’ve known Buck since we were kids. I’ve never seen him this happy and it’s all been since he met you.” Steve told her further. He had truly never seen Bucky so happy and Steve knew it was this woman. From what he’s seen from before and from today getting to know her for himself, Steve truly could see how she really did care about Bucky. Steve approved of her the more he got to know her.

“Well, he’s made me happy to.” Y/n smiled bashfully and glanced towards Bucky's direction.

“He talks about you a lot. You’ve brought a light to him that I haven’t seen in a very long time. Thank you.” Steve smiled and gave her a nod of appreciation.

“He’s brought a light back to me to.” After everything that had cast a dark cloud over Y/n for so long, Bucky had cleared the storm over her with his light.

“I hope you both last a long time.” Steve didn’t mean for it to sound ominous, he just meant he hoped she’d stick around even after Bucky reveals the darker work they do to her in the future.

“I don’t plan on going nowhere.” Y/n stated strongly, she had no plan of leaving Bucky. And she felt Steve needed to know that.

“Even when things get tough?” All Steve wanted to do was kind of prove himself right that Y/n would stick around when she was let in on the illegal side of business.

“I dont scare easy.” Y/n told Steve, looking him in the eyes. If she was scared easy she would’ve never lasted as long as she did in Charming.

“Yeah. I thought so.” Steve sent her a smile. He knew by the look in her eyes and the conviction in her voice that he was right about her.

“You thought so?” Y/n raised a brow intrigued that he had already thought about this subject and her response to it.

“I think you’ll stick around. I called it, I truly believed that and I was right.” Steve told her honestly, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees.

Y/n studied Steve for a long moment before she felt her lip’s twitch up and a smile formed on her lip’s. She reached forward to grab her glass and took a sip of her drink. “I like you Steve Rogers.”

“Likewise Y/n Winston.” Steve let out a laugh, reaching forward and drinking from his own glass.

“We’re gonna be good friends.” Y/n felt that they’d have no problem getting along.

“Yes we are.” Steve nodded in agreement.

“What are you two talking about?” Bucky asked, walking back over towards where Steve and his girl were sitting and talking.

“Nothing concerning you.” Y/n teased as he walked right over to them.

“Oh really?” Bucky raised his brows in amusement.

“Come here, Y/n/n. Your turn girly.” Sam called her over, motioning with his arms waving her over.

Y/n laughed and stood up heading over to Sam to bowl her turn, but not before kissing Bucky on the cheek as she passed him.

Once she was over by Sam, Bucky took her seat next to Steve. “What’d you talk to her about?”

Steve laughed at Bucky’s protectiveness over Y/n. He found it endearing. “Just told her that she makes you happier than I’ve seen in awhile. Promise.”

“Hmmm Hmm.” Bucky hummed, he didn’t believe that was all they talked about but he also couldn’t deny his friend's statement either.

“You're really good at this.” Sam stated watching as Y/n bowled a strike.

“Well me and Bucky come here often. Muscle memory.” Y/n shrugged waiting for her ball to come back up.

“He’s falling in love with you. He may not have said it yet but I can tell.” Sam told her in a quieter voice so Bucky wouldn’t hear him.

“I’m falling in love with him to.” Y/n told Sam shyly admitting what she had felt happening for a while.

“Look, he doesn’t let people in easily so please try not to break his heart.” Sam glanced over to make sure Bucky wasn’t listening. Sam didn’t want Bucky to get his heart broken after opening it for the first time so deeply. Sam didn’t believe she’d break Bucky’s heart but he wanted her to know that he didn’t let people in easily or often.

“I won’t. I know how that feel’s. I’d never do that to someone.” Y/n told Sam honestly, and Sam could tell she was speaking truthfully by the look in her eyes.

“Good, good. And I’m sorry you’ve experienced that. I’m not trying to intimate you or-”

“You're just looking out for him. My friends did the same for me when he met them. I get it. Our friends are our family.” Y/n cut him off, she understood where Sam and Steve were coming from. Y/n knew Wanda and Pietro did the same. Bucky and her considered their friends their family and you protect your family.

“We are going to be great besties.” Sam smiled, wrapping an arm around her shoulders with a huge smile on his face.

“Over my dead body!” Bucky called having heard Sam’s declaration of friendship to his woman. Which caused the other 3 to laugh.

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SONS OF ANARCHY 7.07 | Greensleeves

[secretlysamcro]

Can you share one of your sluttiest, smuttiest, thought about Jax Teller

Sluttiest, Smuttiest Jax Teller Confessions #1

Jax trying so fucking hard not to cum inside of me. Like when he’s on top, missionary style. Our foreheads pressed together, both our skin touched with sweat. His jaw clenched so fucking tight it looks like he’s in pain from how hard he’s trying to hold back.

I can see it in his face. His eyebrows almost touching in the middle, the little wince that makes the soft wrinkles at the edge of his eyes show when he drags his cock out slow, just to push it back in even slower. And the way he stares at me, like he’s almost fucking begging me to save him from drowning.

And every single time, I make it harder for him. Wrapping my legs around his waist, locking him in deeper daring him to lose control. His fucking chain, swinging side to side, it fucking mesmerises me. He fucking knows it too. That lazy fucking smirk curls on his lips. All fucked out and dangerous, the kind of smirk that says…

“I know what you’re tryna fucking do darlin”

My nails dig into his back, right over the reaper tattoo. He buries his head where my shoulder meets my neck, biting me in response, his breath hot against my skin.

“Fuck…I’m gonna cu…”

He doesn’t even finish the sentence, just pulls back enough to brace himself. One hand wrapping tight around my throat, as he lands with just four more deep deliberate thrusts before pulling out with the most primal fucking moan that’s come straight from within, like it pains him to have to leave my body.

His hands tightening against me as he cums all fucking over me. Stomach, tits, every-fucking-where. Hot and messy and he keeps making those animalistic grunts, like he’s never had to do something so hard in his fucking life.

And when it’s done, when we’re both just about lucid but breathless, he doesn’t just roll off and leave me there. He lingers. Moving slow, careful, like I’m something he could possibly break. The same man who just had his hand around my throat and his cock buried so fucking deep, has been replaced by someone softer, still dangerous of course, but in this moment? Fucking gentle. A gentleness that’s only meant for me.

He grabs at anything, a towel, his t shirt I don’t know, but he swipes over my skin, steady, with no rush. Like this part matters just as much to him as the rest. Once we’re all clean again, he leans back over me, rubbing his nose against mine like he doesn’t want to let us out of the moment just yet. Then, he kisses me, still fucking grinning. Pressed up against me, so fucking warm and intimate.

“You gotta stop doin’ that sweetheart”

And even though he’s smiling, there’s a warning in it, a real fucking warning. Because he knows exactly what I did. And next time? He won’t pull out.

[juiceortiz]

#thats the show

[speakviolence]

Walton Goggins as Venus Van Dam in Sons of Anarchy (2008-2014)

[blackthornluce]

Charlie Hunnam as Jackson ’Jax’ Teller Sons of Anarchy (2008–2014) S01E01 “Pilot”

[brunettemarionette]

𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 😈 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐅𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞.

💜femalemechanic!reader x sons of anarchy

🔮summary. When you first got hired at Teller-Morrow, you thought you'd just be turning wrenches and fixing bikes, but it quickly became obvious that you're the new favorite around here.

But when a customer gets too bold and puts hands on you, suddenly everyone is reminded you're untouchable when the guys step in.

🌙t.w. Sexual Harassment. Threats of Violence. Intimidation. Mild Language/Crude Remarks. Physical Confrontation

✨wc. 1.1k

This post is what inspired this little femalemechanic!reader series I'm going to do so reblogs, comments and feedback are very highly appreciated. Please feel free to send ideas my way or inbox me (even if just for anonymous feedback). Hope you all enjoy!

The sound of wrenches clinking and engines rumbling filled the air at Teller-Morrow, the familiar scent of oil and grease clinging to your skin like a second layer.

The shop had quickly become a second home to you, though you still didn't fully understand the club's inner workings. What you did understand, however, was that the Sons of Anarchy seemed to take an unusual interest in your presence.

At first, you chalked it up to them being friendly.

Jax, for instance, always seemed to be around when you needed something though, in hindsight, you never actually asked for help. "Need a hand with that, darlin'?" he'd offer, even if all you were doing was tightening a bolt. He'd lean against a nearby workbench, arms crossed, watching with an amused smirk.

It was nice that they were all so willing to help, even if it sometimes felt like you had too many supervisors at once.

Opie had a similar habit of being conveniently nearby. He never lingered as obviously as Jax, but he was always nearby. "Just grabbing this," he'd say, reaching for a tool, rag, or something completely unnecessary. He'd stick around longer than needed, watching with that unreadable expression of his.

Then there was Tig. He had no concept of personal space; that much was clear. "Damn, girl," he'd say, leaning way too close for someone who didn't need to be in your workspace. "You sure you weren't born to work on bikes? 'Cause I swear, watching you turn a wrench is the highlight of my day."

You'd roll your eyes, laughing it off. Tig was just like that with everyone.

Even Chibs and Juice had their own ways of hovering. Chibs would tease, calling you lass and finding ways to keep you engaged in conversation, while Juice, sweet but a little awkward tried to get your attention with random trivia or stupid bets with the other guys.

And then there was Happy, who'd just silently walk into your work area and take a seat, watching as you tinker, all while moving that toothpick around in his mouth before stalking off again wordlessly a while later.

It was all a little overwhelming, but you figured this was just how the Sons were—flirty, overprotective, and oddly competitive with each other. Besides, it was nice to feel included. You'd never had this kind of easy camaraderie before in this environment, and you weren't about to question it.

Gemma, on the other hand, saw right through them. She watched it all unfold with a knowing smirk, arms crossed like a mother watching her kids make fools of themselves.

Even Clay seemed amused by the way the guys found excuses to be around you. "Bunch of idiots," he muttered one afternoon, shaking his head as Jax and Juice argued over who got to hand you a wrench before Happy silently handed one to you.

Gemma chuckled. "Let 'em have their fun."

You, of course, remained blissfully unaware that you were the fun.

That all changed the day a customer got a little too comfortable.

You were at the front of the shop, wiping your hands on a rag as you explained the details of a tune-up to a man who had just brought in his car. He was middle-aged, maybe in his late forties, with a cocky smirk that immediately set off warning bells, not that you noticed.

Smiling politely, you handed him the clipboard, explaining the breakdown and keeping your tone professional. "So, with the labor and parts, you're looking at about—"

"You got a pretty face for a mechanic," He interrupted, looking you up and down.

You blinked partly in shock at his audacity and the other in surprise he was so bold in his words. "Uh, thanks?" You tried to steer the conversation back. You were used to men either hitting on you or speaking down to you. "So, if you're good with this, we can—"

"You sure you wanna be doing this?" He smirked, leaning in slightly. "Seems like a waste. A girl like you should be doing something... prettier. A pretty girl like yourself should have a guy taking care of her."

You felt your stomach twist, your grip tightening on the clipboard, trying not to yell at the customer. "I like what I do," you said, clearing your throat and trying to keep your voice even. "Now, if you're good with the estimate—"

He didn't let you finish as his hand slid to your waist, fingers pressing just enough to make your skin crawl. "Come on, sweetheart," he drawled. "maybe I could take you out sometime. Show you what it's like to be treated right. Show you how a real man—"

The hand was gone before you could react. One second, the guy was standing too close, and the next, he was stumbling backward, Jax's fist curled in his collar. The sound of the impact—fabric twisting, shoes scuffing against the concrete—was sharp, final.

Jax's voice was low, dangerous. "You touch her again, you're leavin' in a body bag."

The shop had gone silent. Tools were set down, and chairs scraped against the floor as Tig, Opie, and Juice moved in. Chibs cracked his knuckles, and Happy—who still hadn't said a word—was now staring the guy down with an intensity that made your stomach drop.

The customer, who had, up until now, been cocky and self-assured, realized too late that he had made a very big mistake. His hands shot up in surrender. "Hey, man, it was just a—"

"Get the hell out," Jax snapped, taking a step closer. "Now."

The man didn't hesitate. He turned and practically ran out of the shop, nearly tripping over his own feet in the process, leaving his car behind without a second thought. The moment he was gone, the tension snapped like a rubber band.

It took you a second to realize you were still holding the clipboard in a death grip. You exhaled, forcing yourself to loosen your fingers. Opie was suddenly in front of you; his usual stoic expression softened. "You okay?"

You blinked at him, still processing what just happened. "Uh, yeah. I mean... that was a little intense."

Tig grinned, but there was still something dangerous in his expression. "Welcome to the family, sweetheart. No one touches what's ours."

You frowned at that. "Ours?"

Jax smirked, running a hand through his hair like he hadn't just threatened a man's life. "Don't think too hard about it, darlin'."

You did think about it. For about two seconds. And then you shrugged, figuring it was just their way of saying they had your back, but one thing was clear—this wasn't just a job anymore. These guys weren't just co-workers. They were family, and they had just made one thing very clear.

You are untouchable.

[bellaxgiornata]

I Need You More 1:| Unexpected Savior

Pairing: Jax Teller x fem!Reader Word Count: 4.4k [Series Masterlist] [Jax Fic Masterlist]

Warnings/tags: 18+; mutual pining, canon-typical violence, brief depiction of near underage sexual assault, angst, hurt/comfort

Summary: Despite being the quiet, studious girl in Jax Teller’s class, you’d had a crush on him since the sixth grade. When he rescues you at seventeen, that only cements your feelings for him–though you’re complete opposites and he’s dating Tara. Eight years later, you return to Charming after your aunt passes, and the once shy, studious girl catches Jax’s attention. But when that attention nearly kills you, Jax can’t help but blame himself.

a/n: This first one is a 'flashback', so Jax and Reader are teens. Please heed the warnings, there is a brief depiction of a near sexual assault in this part. Feedback and reblogs are always appreciated!

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The occasional rumble of a car in the distance cut through the buzzing hum of the street lights overhead. With your head ducked and your backpack slung over one shoulder, you walked alone through downtown Charming on your way back home.

You'd had a project that you'd needed to finish for history class at one of your friends’ houses tonight. The whole thing had taken far longer than either of you had anticipated–especially because you’d both gone a little overboard on the research–when you'd eventually realized the time. By then, Dani’s mom had already ordered pizza and invited you to stay for a late dinner, and when you'd both finally finished eating and talking about Dani's upcoming date this weekend, it had grown even later and you'd really needed to head home. 

Since you didn't live far from Dani, you decided to walk home afterwards like you’d initially planned, politely declining the ride your friend had offered to give you, not wanting to inconvenience her. Besides, walking to and from each other's houses was something you were used to doing, something you both had done for years even if it wasn't something you had ever done quite so late. But considering you only lived about fifteen minutes from each other, and Charming was generally a safe little town, it wasn’t exactly a big deal. 

Or so you'd thought.

Most of the people in Charming were at home by this point, meaning the streets and sidewalks were empty until your walk had taken you through downtown. Further down on the opposite side of the street, you could hear the drunken conversations drifting towards you from a few men who were smoking outside one of the bars. Their voices carried towards you on the faint evening breeze, their obvious intoxication setting you on edge as your hand tightened around the strap of your backpack. 

Keeping your head ducked down, you hadn’t wanted to draw any unwanted attention your way. Because what would a group of drunk men want with a seventeen year old girl, anyway? They were probably too focused on whatever they were talking about to notice you across the street. 

And you had believed that until one of those drunk voices called loudly over to you when you'd gotten closer, the man’s words slurring together.

“Hey, pretty girl!”

At the sound of the booming voice, your feet began to move even faster along the pavement, your pulse quickening at having been noticed. Maybe if you didn’t respond and just kept moving he'd leave you alone. If you ignored him, he wouldn't continue to bother you, he'd just lose interest, right?

“Where you runnin’ off to in such a hurry, baby?”

The sound of pavement crunching under heavy footsteps caught your attention, your head finally raising and turning over your shoulder. A larger, middle-aged man was crossing the street straight towards you. Even with the alcohol in his system, swaying on his feet with each step he took, he was moving far quicker than you’d have liked. Behind him, the men he’d been smoking with had already turned their attention away from you both, not remotely concerned about what was happening behind them. That only had your fear spiking before you tore your gaze away from the guy, nerves twisting in your gut.

“Don’t be rude, girl! I’m talking to you!”

With your blood pumping adrenaline through your veins like ice water, you could feel the hair on your neck prickle in fear. Biting your lip, your eyes darted ahead of you as you contemplated just bolting the rest of the way home to get away from him. But you wondered if running would just make him more aggressive, or if he’d somehow surprise you with how fast he could run while inebriated and chase after you. Unfortunately by the time you’d decided on doing it anyway, you hadn’t realized the man had already half-ran, half-stumbled his way over towards you until his large hand had wrapped around your bicep. A surprised gasp fell out of you at his strong grip on your arm just before he roughly shoved you into the brick wall of the closed barber shop you’d been passing. 

Back slamming into the solid brick, you felt the wind knocked straight out of you. The stranger's other hand grabbed onto your shoulder, both of them now trapping you in place against the building behind you. He leaned in closer, the scent of liquor heavy on his breath as you tried to recoil from him, pressing yourself tighter against the wall. But there was nowhere for you to go, and even as drunk as he was, the guy was far stronger than you. Despite that, you continued to frantically struggle against his hold even if it seemed completely useless. 

“Can't ignore me now, can you?” he mocked.

“Get off of me!” you shot back.

He'd caught the tremble in your voice when you'd shouted, his glazed and bloodshot eyes staring at you while a slow grin formed along his lips, just beneath the thick dark mustache. With the way your stomach was churning, you felt the pizza you'd just eaten threatening to come back up. The heavy scent of alcohol on his already horrid breath wasn't helping the nausea or your panic.

“I just wanna talk,” he slurred. “Makin’ it so damn hard.”

“I don't want to talk!” you grit out, heart pounding as you continued to fight his hold. “Let me go!”

“Don't be like that,” he snapped.

Quickly realizing that talking some sense into him wasn't going to do anything, you resorted to the next option.

“Help!” you shrieked, your panicked cry bouncing off the buildings downtown and echoing through the night. “Someone, help–”

The moment his inebriated mind caught up to the fact that you were screaming, the man had released your shoulder before roughly slapping his hand over your mouth. Your screaming grew muffled beneath his palm as the man's face contorted into a look of rage and frustration. 

“Shut the hell up!” he growled. “Just wanna talk. Goddamn makin’ all that noise.”

Tears were stinging at your eyes as he held you against the side of the building, his dirty gaze running over your body. He made an appreciative noise in his throat as he eyed you, the sound making your skin crawl. Your eyes darted over his shoulder and behind him, desperately searching for one of the smokers by the bar to help. But the men who'd been outside were heading back inside the bar now, the sight making your stomach drop. 

Eyes closing, a soft whimper fell out of you, the sound muffled behind the man's large hand. You were alone with this drunk out here. Unless a police cruiser decided to make its way through main street, you were on your own. 

“Prettier up close,” he mumbled. 

Still pressing you into the brick building with his hand over your mouth, his other one finally released your arm. The tips of his fingers brushed along your temple in something that might have been tender to someone in a different circumstance, but the touch only had your eyes tightening further shut. Bile was beginning to make its way up your throat, the urge to vomit increasing.

“Hey!”

Your heart nearly stopped at the sound of another voice nearby, hope filling your chest at the sharpness in their tone. Eyes snapping open, you attempted to see who'd interrupted the man, but you couldn't turn your head with how he was holding it against the barber shop behind you. 

“Get the fuck off her, dipshit!”

Even in the situation you were in, it was impossible not to notice how familiar that voice sounded. You could have sworn that it was Jax Teller, the guy you'd had a crush on since the sixth grade, ever since he'd sat next to you in English and quietly muttered about the incorrect interpretations of the assigned reading from your other classmates during discussions. You'd realized then that he was far smarter than he ever let others believe. But you hadn't seen him in about a year, not since he and his friend Opie had dropped out of Charming High School to pursue the local motorcycle club his father had formed instead. 

“Got nothin’ to do with you, kid,” the drunk yelled back. “Piss off.”

The sound of heavy footsteps thudding along the pavement met your ears, the noise matching the rapid pounding of your heart against your ribcage. Seconds later, the large man was forcefully shoved off of you, stumbling back a few steps as his hands fell away from where they'd been holding you against the building. Pushing off the brick in a panic, you took a few terrified steps backwards and watched as the man nearly lost his footing before your eyes darted over to see who'd come to your rescue.

It was in fact Jax Teller. His face was twisted into something furious, something dangerous, his eyes remaining fixed on the drunk. His long blonde hair was tucked beneath that familiar black Sons baseball hat, and he was wearing one of those leather kuttes over his t-shirt, though his kutte was missing that reaper symbol all of the other men in the club had on theirs. Instead, the word ‘prospect’ was the only patch on the back of his leather.

“You're a sick, stupid fuck,” Jax snarled at the guy, gesturing a hand in your direction. “She's seventeen! And clearly not fuckin’ consenting!”

Both of your hands gripped the strap of your backpack tighter as you stood there, once more not knowing whether you should run or not right now. But when the drunk opened his mouth and made a vulgar comment about you to Jax, you audibly gasped when Jax immediately lurched forward and slammed his fist straight into the guy's face with a solid crunch. Standing there wide eyed, you watched the man stumble and fall down to the sidewalk before laying completely immobile.

“Goddamn piece of shit,” Jax growled at the man's unconscious body. 

Jax’s foot gave the man a sharp kick to the ribs before he bent over, spitting right on the guy’s cheek. Standing there wide-eyed, your nails dug into the fabric of your backpack strap when Jax finally turned around towards you. When he saw you practically cowering on the sidewalk, his expression instantly softened from the rough, dangerous one that had been there a moment ago. He held his hands up to show you that he meant you no harm, but it wasn't him that you'd been afraid of, it was the knocked out asshole who'd been about to do something awful to you.

“Hey, relax,” Jax said, his voice dropping to a soothing tone. “Not gonna hurt you, okay?”

“I–I know,” you managed out, still trying to recover from the entire situation. As if it somehow meant something, you blurted, “We used to have classes together.”

One corner of his lips curled upwards into something like a small smile, the anger in his eyes fading to a surprising warmth. “Yeah, we did,” he agreed with a nod. 

He said your name and your breath caught in your throat in complete surprise. How the hell did he remember you? You and Jax didn't run in the same group–not even close. You’d probably only said a handful of sentences to him in your entire life since you’d known him. You were usually the girl with your nose buried in a book, making sure you finished your assignments on time, never missing a class, always taking meticulous notes. The one who had a small circle of friends and never ventured outside of it. 

The one who’d always had a crush on Jackson Teller but knew nothing would ever happen because you weren’t his type. Not that you were anyone’s type because you’d never had a boyfriend or a date in this small town.

And Jax? He’d been with Tara Knowles since he was sixteen, shortly before he’d dropped out of high school. You always overheard stories about the pair of them getting arrested for drunken disorderly conduct or petty theft. They always seemed to get out of whatever trouble they’d gotten into though since Jax’s step-father was close with Unser, the chief of police. But his type of girl was bold and loud–everything Tara was. She was known to be territorial and a petty bitch to anyone she thought was interested in Jax, getting into fights just to keep girls from even looking in his direction.

You and Tara were nothing alike.

“Didn’t know you knew who I was,” you muttered awkwardly.

“Course I know who you are,” he said, still smiling at you as the street lights overhead cast a warm, orange glow over him. “I remember you always sitting at your desk reading a book. Swear you had a new one every damn week. Wondered how the fuck someone could read so damn much.”

“I…just like to read,” you replied quietly with a shrug.

Your eyes drifted past Jax, focusing on the drunk still lying unconscious on the sidewalk behind him. Your expression fell, your body involuntarily shrinking in on itself at what had almost just happened to you. Jax’s eyes followed yours, turning to look over his shoulder behind him. The smile gradually faded from his lips before he looked back over at you again.

“You good, sweetheart?” he asked softly.

Eyes still fixed on the unconscious drunk, you slowly nodded. “Yeah, he didn't…”

Your words trailed off, the meaning left hanging in the air. He hadn't done anything, but only because you'd been fortunate enough that Jax had shown up when he did. That he'd done something.

“C’mon,” he said solemnly, gesturing his head behind him. “Lemme walk you to where you were goin’.”

Attention darting over to Jax at his offer, you opened your mouth to vehemently decline it, but no words came out. With your adrenaline still pumping through your veins, you couldn't deny how close you’d just come to being assaulted tonight, and you really didn't want to be alone after that.

“I…yeah, thank you,” you accepted.

Beginning down the sidewalk again, you gave the unconscious man a wide berth as you walked past him. Jax easily fell in step beside you, as if he’d walked you home countless times in the past. The scent of cigarette smoke and some sort of body spray wafted towards you on the late night breeze, and you wondered if he’d been out with Tara. Or maybe he'd been on his way to go see her when he'd run into you.

A silence settled over the pair of you as you walked, the buzzing hum of the street lights fading into the distance the farther away you both grew from downtown Charming. Jax remained quiet, an impossible to read expression on his face as he kept his hands stuffed into the pockets of his jeans. Gnawing on your bottom lip nervously, you didn’t really know what to say, either. Not after what had just happened, and definitely not with the huge crush you had on him that he had no idea about.

“You shouldn’t be walkin’ around this late at night alone,” he finally said, breaking the long silence between you both. “Not exactly safe.”

“I didn’t think it’d be a big deal,” you explained, gaze focused on the sidewalk. “I wasn’t going far.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw his head turn towards you. He studied you silently, your blood rushing through your veins for a different reason now. Though it was ridiculous to feel anything about his attention on you because Jax Teller would never give you a second look. You were the boring, quiet, good girl. 

“Why’re you even out so late, darlin’?” he questioned.

Attempting to ignore the stupid way your stomach had nervously flipped at him calling you ‘darlin’’ in that drawl of his, you shrugged a shoulder. “Needed to finish a class project,” you answered. “It took longer than I thought. Figured it’d still be okay to walk home after.”

A soft huff fell out of Jax as he continued to walk in step next to you. Braving a glance over at him, you caught the small grin on his face just before he looked over at you, his eyes catching yours. Immediately you turned your head, eyes focusing back on the pavement in the dark as you neared your street. A heat crept up your neck at the weight of his attention on you, something you'd never experienced before. Suddenly you felt hyper-aware of everything you were doing and just how close his shoulder was to yours.

“Figures you'd be out late for a school project,” he teased, sounding amused. “Guess I shouldn’t have expected to hear you say you'd been out at a party or somethin’.”

Your tongue darted out between your lips at his teasing. This was the longest you'd ever spoken to him before, and you were completely alone with him. Yet somehow his presence made you feel safe after what had almost happened, even if he was putting you on edge for other reasons now. 

“Always were the smart girl in class,” Jax added. 

Teeth sinking into your bottom lip again, your heart ached painfully at the comment. So he remembered you as the nerdy girl who was always reading. The one too lame to be out late for anything other than schoolwork. Because that was the kind of girl Jax Teller would want to spend his time with. 

If only you didn’t have this stupid little crush on him. After he'd dropped out to join that motorcycle club, it had at least gotten easier to deal with it. You hadn't had to see him every single day in classes and the hallways, always secretly hoping he’d glance over in your direction just once. But after tonight? After he’d quite literally come to your rescue and walked you home afterwards? You’d probably never get over him now. 

Which only caused that ache in your chest to grow at the thought. Because you would always be the lame smart girl coming home from working on a school project late at night. Jax would never look at you and see a fun, outgoing girl like Tara. Someone who he could get drunk with and do the things he did to her that you wished he’d do to you.

“Seem quieter than usual,” Jax pointed out, breaking through your thoughts. “You sure you're good?”

Hugging your arms across your chest, you shrugged a shoulder at his question. Further ahead, you could see your house coming into view at the end of the street. You simultaneously felt relieved and upset at the sight of it. You were thankful you’d made it home safe after what had almost happened downtown, and you were glad that soon you could get out of this interaction that was making you feel a strange combination of things. But disappointment also crept into you, knowing that this would be your one and only interaction with the guy you’d secretly pined after for years. And it was coming to an abrupt end. You’d likely never speak to him again.

“Not exactly great,” you muttered. “But I'll be fine.”

“Hey,” Jax said, his hand landing on your shoulder. “That guy was just a drunk piece of shit, alright? Pretty sure he won’t be doing nothin’ like that again with how hard I hit him. He’s definitely gonna remember it when he wakes up.”

The warmth of his palm seeping through the thin material of your shirt had goosebumps prickling along your forearms. With how he was looking at you as you both neared your house–with something that was both serious and almost compassionate–it only had you wanting to turn and pull him into a hug, burying your face against his chest in search of comfort. You wanted to let out the tears you knew would come once you got home and back to your room alone.

But you couldn’t do that. Not only would he hate having some random girl crying on him, he’d think you were weird as shit on top of being a nerd and a loser. And if Tara ever heard about you touching him like that? She’d probably give you hell at school for what was left of the year.  

Still chewing on your bottom lip nervously, you nodded at what he said, quietly accepting his words because there really wasn't anything else to do. You weren't going to call up Unser and press charges against that guy just to have all of Charming gossiping about you. Nothing more had happened in the end besides some drunk scaring you.

When you reached your house, you came to a stop at the bottom of your driveway, Jax’s hand falling away from your shoulder as he stopped along with you. He jutted his chin up the drive towards the small house, his eyes still fixed on you.

“This you?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you answered, still hugging your arms across your chest. 

Nerves knotted in your stomach as you stood there with him in the dark, awkwardly shifting your weight back and forth on your feet. Both of you were silent, your teeth still gnawing anxiously on your lip. You knew this was your last chance to talk to him, to properly thank him for what he just did, so you forced yourself to get the words out.

“Thanks for making sure I made it home. And for–” you broke off, your eyes darting down to your shoes, unable to look him in the eye while you said the rest. “For not ignoring what was going on like everyone else.”

“Don’t gotta thank me, darlin’,” Jax murmured, his soft voice making your heart beat a little faster, especially at that pet name again. “Would never have ignored that. Just promise me somethin’, yeah?”

Swallowing hard, your gaze slowly slid back up from your shoes to meet his again. The corner of his lips twitched, as if there was something he wanted to get out, too. But it looked like he was struggling to say whatever was on his mind, and that had your brows drawing faintly together in curiosity and confusion. Jax had always been loud in school. He’d never had a hard time saying what was on his mind, even if it landed him in trouble. 

“What?” you lightly prompted.

A light turned on in your house, the brightness of it flooding your driveway and illuminating the pair of you. Jax’s eyes drifted up towards it behind you, his lips pressed together. You would no doubt get an earful about having a Son walk you home this late at night now–as if he’d been the one to do something wrong tonight instead of the opposite.

Jax’s attention returned to you a second later, no longer looking as if he had that something more to say now that the moment had been interrupted. You felt your heart sink, wondering what he had almost said that you'd now never know.

“Don’t go walking home alone at night anymore, yeah?” he asked. “Not safe for a girl like you.”

“Yeah,” you muttered, nodding. You had no intention of doing that again. “I won't.”

You knew Jax was about to leave now, and you also knew that you needed to get inside before you got yourself further into trouble. But as you stood there staring at his expressive blue eyes, you found yourself moving without thinking.

Taking a step towards him, you leaned in and lightly pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek. His blonde scruff felt rough against your lips as they lingered briefly against him, the scent of his body spray and something else mixed in with the cigarette smoke hitting you hard. It was a scent you'd remember for a long time after tonight.

Eyes growing wide in realization of what you'd just done, you abruptly pulled back and stepped away from him, quickly putting space between you both. Jax stood there at the end of your driveway, a surprised look on his own face like he couldn’t believe you'd just done that, either. But when a slow smirk gradually drew a corner of his lips upwards, your heart nearly flew into your throat.

“Thank you,” you awkwardly blurted.

Turning on the spot, you hurried up your driveway and towards the front door as you tried to get away from the situation you'd just made incredibly weird. If Tara ever heard about this, she'd absolutely have it out for you. She would make certain the last few weeks of senior year would become a nightmare for you before you left for college in a few months, so you hoped Jax didn’t mention it to her. 

Despite the mental chastising currently occurring in your head with how stupid you'd just been, you couldn't help but pause when you reached your front door and opened it. Looking back over your shoulder one last time, you found Jax still standing at the end of your driveway, casually lighting up a cigarette as if he was waiting to make sure you'd made it all the way inside before he left. Like his job walking you home wasn't quite finished until then. 

Taking a drag off his cigarette, he pocketed his lighter in his jeans before he looked back up at you. When your eyes met, you swore you felt something shift in the air between you both. That same something that had been there a minute ago when he'd been about to say whatever he hadn't gotten out returned. But then you heard your name sternly called from the kitchen and you forced your attention off of Jax before stepping inside and shutting the door after yourself, braced for the incoming scolding. 

A heavy weight settled in your chest that night. You knew you’d probably never see Jax again. It wasn’t like you and him were fated to have any other interactions with how different you both were and the completely different directions your lives were taking you. Especially since you'd be leaving California soon for university.

Some day Jax Teller would become a distant memory just like you were certain you already were to him.

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Coconut & Tangerines

jax teller x poc fem reader

1.7k words

tags: pining, love at first sight, size difference, threats of violence, canon-typical jax behaviour/violence, Jax is in lovvveeeee, not beta read, writer is in love w this dumbass and thanks to him, this side blog exists + he brought writer out a writing rut <3 all because he made me horny. don't ever underestimate the power of an ovulating woman and her pussy. amen.

Jax doesn't expect to meet the love of his life in their dingy bar, barrelling through the doors, fuming and crying no less.

Everything was as usual, smoke filled up the place, stinking like tobacco and cheap beer. Men laughed and cheered as they played pool and gambled, random profanities would be shouted once in a while over the radio playing in the background. It was just like any other day, pretty mundane for the gang of bike riders, that is until the doors burst open, a pretty sight graced their establishment.

Jax didn't look up from the game of cards he was in the middle of, that is until she spoke, "Where is he?" The words were growled, more like. With as much ferocity as a kitten in Jax's eyes when he finally looked over.

The girl was panting, standing there while clutching her handbag in one hand, and her phone in the other. Her eyes were glassy and furious, scanning the bar's clientele frantically, looking for someone. And, Jax hoped that no one of the assholes in his gang were dating her because she was oh so pretty. She had on a long sleeved white top, the material soft and fluffy, cropped and falling off one pretty shoulder, her hips were covered in a small jean skirt, held close by a sparkly silver belt, more for show than anything as the skirt was tight and small enough to stay still on her body.

Then came in her heeled boots, that stopped right where her knees started, leaving the soft skin of her thighs exposed to the elements, and to the eyes of everyone in the bar to ogle at.

"Where are you? You stupid dickhead!" She shouts, pushing through the bigger bodies of the bike riders in search of the origin of her anger. Jax leans back in his chair, to get a better view of her glassy eyes and those devastatingly gorgeous and plump pink lips, the lower lip trembling when she's not shouting.

That's when she finally gets her hands on a shoulder, spins the man around and rips the hood off his head, Jax's frowns when he sees a young face, a much too young face to be in here. So he pushes his chair back, placing his cards face down and walking towards the woman and the boy she just grabbed, "Did you lose your fucking mind? What the fuck are you doing here? Your friend told me about your little plan!!"

She's fuming, crying now, hitting the boy on the chest, and be barely budges, her hits not affecting him in the slightest, but her words do make him lower his head in embarrassment at getting caught. "Huh? What do you have to say for yourself?"

The whole bar is watching them at this point, no one moving to interrupt them, watching the drama unfold. Except Jax, who easily makes his way to the crying, distressed girl, "Now, what's going on here?"

He stands next to the girl with the wet Bambi eyes, offers her a small smile and looks at the boy, putting a hand on his shoulder, "How old are you, son?"

The boy shakes his shoulder, trying to escape his grip with an uncomfortable look on his face, "I'm 18-"

"He's 15, and he's my little brother." She sniffles and glares at her brother.

"You're not old enough to drink, but you knew that. So why did you really come here?" Jax asked, bending his head to try and meet her brother's eyes. The boy doesn't say anything and when Jax thinks he won't speak, he looks up, meets his eyes with as much confidence as possible and says, "Let me in your gang."

Jax just stares at him, "Do you even have a motorcycle?"

"I'm not stupid, I know what you do! I'm fast and-" Jax decided he's heard enough and grabs him by the neck like a disobedient pup and drags him out of the bar, his sister right behind them as the boy tries to escape his hold, spitting curses left and right.

"Actually, you are pretty fucking stupid. You want to know to know why?" Jax throws him on the pavement, watching the boy catch himself on his hands and knees. "I'll tell you," He runs a hand through his hair, "You believe made up stories you hear in the streets, and that will get you killed. That's why you need to stay in high-school and never step a foot in our bar!"

Jax sighs, "You better thank your sister for saving your life."

Her brother gets up, looking extremely embarrassed and angry, dusting himself off, he clenches his fist and glares at Jax, at that he can understand, the boy is young and dumb, he was handled like a puppy out in public. But what he can't stand for, is when her brother turns to glare at his sister, and Jax moves the second he sees the boy take a step forward, jaw set and fists clenched.

Jax stands in front of her like a mountain, "Try it, and I'll break your fucking jaw, boy."

Jax hears a whimper and his blood boils, his sister cares for his well-being and the shit wanted to repay her kindness with violence and hurt.

Her brother spits right in front of Jax's feet and takes off. Jax would chase him and set him straight if it was any other day, but it wasn't. He had the prettiest and sweetest girl in his hands to check up on. Jax straightens his kutte and turns around, seeing sadness written all over her smaller face. She covers her face with her hands and lowers her body so she sits on the hard, cold and dirty concrete of the pavement.

He looks around, rubbing the back of his neck as he watches her shoulders slump and her phone to ding with a notification, she wipes her wet eyes with the back of her hand and reads the message she received. Her wet, dark eyelashes blink as her eyes read over the message and she sighs again, eyes welling up with tears. Jax sighs and goes to sit next to her as she shoves her phone in her handbag.

"You alright?" He asked, studying the side of her devastatingly gorgeous face.

She sniffles and turns to look at him, their bodies just barely touching, and Jax's heart jumps at the bounce of her dark curls, framing her face like a cloud, a real life angel, "I was meant to go on a date, you know?"

"What happened?" He blinks.

"I'm officially 30 minute late and my date messaged me. Let's just say he isn't happy at being stood up." She mumbles. Jax hums, "Why don't you call him and explain why you're late?"

She closes her eyes for a second, then opens them again, smile wobbly, "He's going on a date with another girl. He hates me now. It won't change anything."

Jax frowns, "Sorry but your date sounds like an asshole. You could have been kidnapped or got into an accident and he's-"

"It's okay," She chuckles, not a ounce of humour behind it.

"It's not. You've had a down right shitty day, darlin'" Jax says, suddenly getting up. "Look, come have a drink or two." He sticks one of his hands out, looking at her expectantly. She bites her lower lip, "I'm sorry I don't- I don't drink." Jax smiles a little, "Then how about this, let's get ice-cream."

She brings her knees to her chest and shakes her head, "I don't-"

"You're already all dolled up, so you may as well do something. Let yourself have one good thing today, hm? On me." Jax added, he's starting to feel a little stupid because he's sure he's not being subtle at all. He hopes he doesn't come off as some jackass who sees her as an opportunity. He wants to help, he really does. And the fact that she happens to be so pretty that it makes his heart melt, wasn't his fault. "And we'll talk about your brother too, if you want."

She thinks about it and nods, finally placing her hand in his. Jax's eyes almost widen at the size difference, but he acts cool and clears his throat, getting his hand back to shove it in his pocket, his fingers tingling where she touched him. She dusts herself off, wiping the back of her skirt with her hand as he rushes inside to settle his tab, slamming cash on the counter and ignoring his guy's hollers and whoops, he shakes his head, a small smile on his lips as he makes his way to his parked bike, pulling his keys out of his pockets.

"Have you ridden a bike before?" He asked, getting his only helmet out as she made her way to him, looking at his bike, "Like this? No."

"I'll drive slow, don't worry." He kindly smiled at her, taking a step towards her, holding his helmet with both hands, "Can I?"

"Oh yeah, of course." She jumps, straightening her back and watching Jax push her curls out of her forehead with his fingers, and then place his helmet carefully over her head, snapping it shut and taking a step back.

She watches him throw a leg over the machine and put his key in the ignition, the beast roaring to life as he pulls it up with his feet and arms, "Get on," He motions with his head and she wears her handbag on one arm and sits behind him, getting comfortable and placing her hands on his shoulders, "What's your name?" She asked.

"Jax. What's yours?" He said loudly over his bike's engine. She replied and he whipped his head back, "WHAT?"

She nudged closer, repeating her name again and he grinned, knowing full well he heard her the first time, he just wanted her closer, for safety purposes of course!

"You smell real nice, what's that?" He shouted over his shoulder. She got closer, her chest pressed against his back, "Coconut and Tangerines lotion!" Jax grinned, she smelled delicious and he was hungry. He hopes wherever they're going, that they'll have tangerines flavoured ice cream, because he really doesn't think she'll let him bury his teeth in her sweet skin like a greedy bastard after knowing him for 10 minutes. Or maybe she would, who knows.

"Where's your helmet?" She asked, wrapping her arms around his waist as he finally turned the bike around, entering the road.

Jax looked over his shoulder, "Don't worry about that. Hold tight, Tangy." That's all the warning she got before he took off, leaving a cloud of dust behind.

"I'll drive slow" my ass.

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