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Welcome to Sam’s (Three)

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Summary: Things are all peaches and cream between Sam and Jax until a brick is thrown, and now the club’s involved.

Relationship: Jax Teller x black!ofc “Samira”

Warnings: smutty smut smut, graphic language, unprotected sex everywhere, masturbation (fem rec), oral (fem rec), drama, 18+

A/N: OKAY FINALLY I reworked this a little and dropped the chapter. And it’s not the end just yet. That’s right…there will be another chapter. The end was holding me up anyway. So here’s some smut to apologize for the hold up on everything my bad.

The second Samira began to convulse in Jax’s big arms, he knew she was his. He always thought she was beautiful, but not as beautiful as she looks when she’s squirting and spasming all over him with pleased sighs, playing in his hair with this drunk grin. She felt so fuckin good coming down, her walls still occasionally contracting around him still emptying out inside of her. Good God he didn’t want to pull out. But he absolutely needed to get her home just he can make her look like that until the wee hours of the morning. Casting his sights down on her shimmering skin, Jax softly runs his thick fingertips down her heaving bosom with a sweet laugh. Goosebumps scatter over her milk chocolate skin from the cool air and his loving touch.

“Samira…” Her name tasted so fresh on his tongue now that he’s been inside her. Fluttering her tired lids closed she hums in return. “You feel good baby?”

Good is quite the understatement. Samira felt blissfully light as a feather, and fuckin ready for some more. They felt even stickier in the night air, still stuck at the middle, still reveling in their post sex daze. They need to go and get naked, get somewhere more private to get the full experience.

“Mmm…” Sam scrunches her nose and shoves a tiny shrug just to tease Jax, “I feel…okay,” she sighs with a mischievous smirk, “but I’m sure you can fix that…”

Samira just had to have a taste, hence why she took him on the hood of this gorgeous ass car. Jax soothes a strong hand up her tingling spine with an amused hum, pushing her chest even closer to his so he could feel her chaotic heartbeat.

“I’m sure I can sweet girl,” his hooded eyes are so dark as he drops in for another electric kiss, “I’ll be your fixer…” he faintly whispers making contact, obsessed with the way her tongue slips over his as it enters her wet mouth. They could kiss for days but seriously, they should get back to hers. His cock swelling amidst her warming walls has Sam tightening up in his hold. He closes their kiss with a soft but very real confession,

“I’ll be whoever you need me to be…”

Samira was satiated the whole ride back to her place, staring at Jax while she played in his hair, studying his features, wondering things she shouldn’t. He kept a desperate hand up under her dress, brushing the occasional finger over her clit just to keep her on edge. But that wasn’t necessary because her thoughts, both sinful and enduring, were doing enough. She was falling for biker trash that isn’t even local. Ring the fuckin alarm. Sam envisions her day to day like this; gazing upon her sexy ass biker man while she rides shot gun in his car, his warm large hand constantly possessively holding onto her. Jax makes her laugh, and makes her feel comfortable. When they were together, he seems so normal, but he has a reputation, a record, probably some kids hell…who knows…but right now Sam knows that she’s plummeting into her feelings. The strands of his hair felt so feathery soft between her playful fingertips. This is the part where she comes to her senses but just then, at a red light, Jax turns towards her hand to place a full kiss into her palm. Pensive crystal blue eyes beaming down into hers round and stunned. Her breath catches. Two fat fingers slowly sink into her pussy making her spine curve. His prickly beard tickles her electric skin. Samira can’t find her breath, falling deep into his hungry gaze. She’s so damn smitten. Green light means go.

Sam felt like she’d been gasping for air for hours. Head insanely cloudy, lucid even. Putty in his strong, rough hands. Once Jax parked along the curb, he jerked her into his lap, yanking up her dress up over her ass as she rips his pants open.

“Gotta make good on your fantasy sweet girl.” Jax hummed into her ear as he shoved her down on his cock. Samira yelps grabbing a hold of the back of the seat, holding on for dear life as he goes in. Wildly slamming into her, kissing back all her wailing. It was all too much, from the hood of the car to her bed, Jax had her cumming over and over again. Chuckling each time she squirted down his dick shuddering buried in her channel.

“Oh my god Jax—please…” Sam would cry every moment she would feel that familiar stirring in the pit of her stomach and each time Jax would shake his head no. He was a man addicted, needed to make a lasting impression on her and her pussy, rutting over her with a knowing grin.

“Please?” Jax breathlessly pecked her nose, loving her weak pleas hitting his parted lips, “I’m not sure what you want sweet girl…”

Sam buried her face in the crook of his sweaty neck with a high pitched whine, on the verge of combustion for the…who knows anymore. She definitely lost count after three...?

Her lower back snaps off the bed into his rolling abs, fisting his hair as she squeals, “I fuckin can’t!” But she can. Jax could smell it. She’s right fuckin there and he can’t get enough.

“I don’t know…feels like you can,” he purrs an aroused moan into her ear, rigidly knocking Samira’s dowsing climax right on out. Crumbling with a shuddering whimper she meets his sweet puckered lips, lacing her weak arms around his rippled back, quietly crying,

“Stop…making me…do that…”

With her eyes closed, he tasted even better so she kissed him with everything she had just as he starts to pump her again. Squishing around in her cum, humming his cries into her stuffed lips, Jax’s determined to cum with you this time around.

“Stop?” He smiles curiously, cocking his head to the side to the quickened sounds of her mewls. “Doesn’t sounds like you want me to stop. Mmm no…sounds like you want to do it again…”

His rings are ice cold around her throat, and she doesn’t gasp out of fear, no she gasps because that damn reoccurring stirring sensation has returned in her belly and it’s only been a minute since her walls stopped fluttering. His grip so crushing she can’t protest another warranted orgasm. And that’s exactly what he wants as he chases his down his own blissful climax.

“Aw yeah…yeah choke my dick like I’m choking you—fuck ugh yes that’s it—“

His warm load that fills her up triggers her and she collapses onto the mattress with a fed up grunt. She had nothing left to give him and she hopes the same for him collapsing beside her, keeping a loving arm draped across her stomach. Samira has never in her life been treated this way. It was alarming but hella necessary since it’d been so long since she’s had a proper fuck. And this sexy ass biker trash realigned her spine. God she really didn’t want to like him, didn’t want to enjoy her night with a man so off limits, but this was probably one of the best nights she’s had ever. Turning her chin to face his flushed cheeks, she tucks his damp hair behind his ear with a joyful smile. Jax matches her energy.

“What’s up sweet girl.”

Sam felt goofy for wanting to say it but she had to let him know, “I might be into you.”

He flickers a frown with a little laugh. “Might?” Jax glances down their entwined naked bodies with a crooked grin. “This looks like a might to you?”

Laughing she cups his scruffy chin and inches near his gasping lips. “Yeah…hard might.” She lands a little peck at his light hearted chuckle. “Thanks for such a wonderful night.” Honestly their date exceeded her expectations, he exceeds her expectations. Almost too good to be true.

“Night’s far from over. Not finished with you yet.”

Jax hits a hard drag from his cigarette, trying his damndest to breathe through his rage as he paces the sidewalk in front of Samira’s busted up windows. Soles of his Chucks crunching amongst the shattered glass all over the concrete. The audacity of these dickheads, these garbage assholes, to come up in her spot and fuck her shit up. Fuck. He couldn’t wait to see the life fade from their eyes once he gets ahold of them. Fuck with him, fine, but not with the girl he’s barely getting to know. On edge, afraid that he’s for sure going to lose her after this, he chain smokes and plots. Each revenge plot worsening with every noisy step he takes.

He had just gotten Samira to calm down a bit. For hours, she screamed and cursed and cried at him with his head hung so low feeling two feet tall. So quickly did their good time turn so fuckin tragic. While she went off in an absolute fury, Jax kept thinking to himself this is why…this is why he keeps no one close. There’s no excuse in the world he could give Sam as to why this was happening to her other than he walked through her door. That’s it. Trouble just follows him everywhere he goes.

The morning was going so well. They woke up smiling, naked in each other’s arms, physically exhausted but extremely happy. She stayed in bed for him, opened later for him, just so she could cook breakfast and have coffee with him on her sofa, legs draped over his lap, chit chatting and flirting. Together they got clean, then got outright dirty and nasty in said shower just to get clean all over again. Gave her a ride to work, parking at the back of the shop, then locking his arm around her shoulders as they walked around to the front. Snuggled up and kissing. But then the rough crunch of shattered glass called their attention. Horror took over every ounce of his soul as he saw Samira go ballistic, for he knew this wasn’t about her. Only about him. And it barely took a day for them to retaliate. Jax held her hand tightly as she cried and cursed him, the club, the stupid ass town. Wanting to break something herself but enough damage had been done. Samira knew it wasn’t Jax’s fault these stupid pieces of shit came in and violated her space but since he was affiliated, and was there, she let it rip. And still, he held her hand, apologizing profusely and swearing he’ll handle it. Because he’s definitely going to handle the lowlifes who wrecked her shop. But she’s so enraged that in the midst of her scolding, she kicked him out so she can cool off and strategize. Calling Rudy as he walked away, head hung and pouting because he wanted to help her clean but,

“I just fuckin can’t with you right now. Just—just get out Jax! Get the fuck out!”

Fuck, she didn’t really want to call on him to deal with this but the repercussions if she didn’t…it’s just going to make this a bigger deal than she would like. Sure Jax will probably kill these guys but Sam had her own backup for these reasons. Besides, she never asked for the club’s protection before so this would be a first. This is why she doesn’t fuck biker trash…these assholes stay in bullshit.

“How is she?” Asks Rudy walking up, wondering why Jax is not inside with Sam helping her clean and outside with sad puppy dog eyes. Again, he is here when Rudy feels like he shouldn’t…but it’s not the time to worry about that.

“I don’t know…” Checking over his shoulder, he shrugs, “pissed…hurt…you know…” Jax drops his chin shaking his head. “This is all because of that night they were chasing me down…”

Rudy shoved his hands in his pockets, still confused what’s going on between these two. “What does that have to do with Sam?”

“I ran into her place as she was closing but I thought they didn’t notice me.” Exhaling his last puff of smoke Jax flicks the cigarette away, slotting his trembling fingers through his thick mane.

Rudy loudly sucks his teeth, sizing Jax up from the corner of his eye as he walks pass him to go check on Samira. “Hmm…seems like you fucked up then don’t it.” Her door bells jingle over him walking inside to find Sam sniffling sitting on her countertop, looking at all the shit that needs to be fixed. Her red nose and puffy eyes broke Rudy on the verge of tears himself as he walks over with his arms out.

“Samira…sweetheart…” She practically leaps into him, kinda glad he’s there to straighten this shit out. Since he was the closest thing to family, she found some sense of comfort in him that she needed like from her own dad. Holding her close, he presses his cheek down on her head, soothing her tiny sobs. “Don’t worry. We’re going to take care of it.”

“Damn straight we are.” Jax interjects over the bells and the door slamming shut behind him. He didn’t want Sam to rely on Rudy to handle his fuck up; he’s his own man he didn’t need their club. But Rudy didn’t trust him, doesn’t think he can protect Samira at all only put her in danger. Well aware of his infamous reputation.

“I think you’ve done enough Teller.” Rudy damn near growls releasing his hold on Samira, tired of his arrogant mug still in his city. “If it wasn’t for you—,”

“And that’s why I need to handle it!“ Sam’s stomach flips she’s never heard him yell like this before. His boisterous voice carrying out the busted windows staking his claim. If she wasn’t so upset she would be shuddering. “Let me deal with this and if I need the club, we can come up with something together.”

He didn’t like it. Rudy didn’t like anything about this situation at all. His suspicious eyes dance between Sam and Jax waiting for him to say something. Jax had something to prove, Rudy can see that, but there’s more to this than he realized…and it better not be for the reason he’s second guessing. He felt inclined to ask, but he trusts Sam, and if she says she’s not fuckin around with Jax then…

Shoving his tight fists inside his pockets, he narrows his sights down on him standing tall, confident. “Alright Teller. You’ve got until tonight’s meeting to handle this.” Rudy turns to address Sam. “Don’t worry about the shop. The guys will come clean up okay? Go home and get some rest.”

Rudy gives her one last hug before he goes, side eyeing Jax over her shoulder. She feels a little better, gladly give the guys the duty of cleaning up because she can’t. Her head’s spinning from the wild 360 this whole morning took. Going from Cloud 9 to fuckin rock bottom in a snap of her fingers. She wasn’t mad at Jax—no one’s safe when they’re affiliated with Sam Crowe—but it’s surely hard to look at his sad pretty face while she’s upset. Especially in this mess.

“Let me take you home Samira. Please.” Jax extends his large shaky hand, still so visibly upset it sort of alarms her. She audibly sighs, gazing down on his hand still waiting for hers, hoping she’ll take it. “You don’t have to speak to me but…at least let me make sure you get home.”

And so she did, because she needed him and he needed her. Everything was going so fuckin well, truly enjoying each other’s company, but now they don’t know what to say one another as they ride back to Sam’s.

“Are you coming in?”

The question unknowingly falls from her lips because she had no intention of asking, but looks like a part of her wanted him to. She’s still gripping his hand. And his sorrowful blue eyes tugged at her heartstrings. Jax nods feverishly, kisses the back of her hand. All he wanted was to be as humanly close as possible to her so he can show how absolutely sorry he is. He’s grateful that she’s even giving him the chance to do so by inviting him up.

“Samira, you know I’d never willingly put your life in danger right?”

Jax sits on the edge of his seat watching her pour herself a glass of wine ready to handle this situation before he can think of how to deal with the assholes. Mending their relationship is more important. He starts to relax some when he sees her leave the kitchen.

“Yeah I know Jax. I’m not mad at you per say.” She really wasn’t but it was his fault. She sits next to him on the couch with a grim grin and sits her stemless glass in her lap. “It’s just fuckin bullshit…”

“I know Samira I’m so sorry. I never meant to…” He feels so dumb for bringing this to her door he anxiously strokes his goatee then scoots in closer to her, draping an arm along the back of her sofa. “I don’t want this to ruin us so soon. I adore you Samira—I can’t get enough of you already and it’s only been one night.” His scarred up knuckles brush her burning cheeks as his soft sweet eyes dazzle taking in her beauty. If Jax didn’t have them and that sexy ass smile to match she’d be able to resist him but he just inches closer and closer to her lips inviting him on in.

“This how you say sorry?” Samira whispers on his lips preciously wedged between hers, her heart pounding loudly in her ears. She can feel his lips perk up as he answers,

“A start,” then sluggishly licks her pouty bottom lip, grinning at her shuddering breath that’s cut short by a full heavy kiss. As she scoots back on the seat, Jax grabs the glass from between her legs and blindly reaches for the coffee table to clumsily sit it down. Somehow never spilling a drop as he stretches himself over Sam laying down. Losing herself in Jax she slides her hands up and down his broad back, slots her slender fingers into his long golden hair. Honestly she can’t get enough of him either after one night and that’s a problem clearly. She already risked her business for a man like him, what’s next, her life? But as long as he kissed her like he was starved, she’s willing. Once they get into a groove though, he abandons her mouth and starts a trail of supple kisses down and up under her chin.

“Oh god Jax,” Samira cries out when he finds one of her spots under her jaw. “You’re too much.”

He smirks humming a chuckle as he takes a bite out of her neck. “No you are. Fuckin fixated on you darlin.” Jax sighs and moans dragging his wet lips down her throat, inhaling her fragrance, “Addicted to you Samira…” when he reaches her collar bone he take another nibble.

As he distracts her with his mouth, he works on opening her jeans, longing to feel her wetness on his fingerprints. She’s grinding and whimpering up against his weight, helping him get her pants off while focusing on his wiggly fingers pull her panties to the side. Samira’s gasping out once two of his fat fingertips press down on her clit.

“Want you to sound this weak every second of day day of my life.” Whispers his lips across her hot flesh, her back arching in response. Those two lively fingers slip down into her weeping hole. “Wanna taste you on my tongue forever and ever…”

His warm firm hands smooth up her curves as he pushes her shirt up, dropping his smirk towards her separating thighs. Forever…like he’s guaranteed that with his line of work but it did sound good though. This mouth on her whenever she wanted or he wanted, whatever, for however long time permits.

“Biker promises are weak.” Samira breathes just as Jax takes a long lick up her throbbing folds, fisting his oily hair and grinding her pussy into his busy mouth that hums a laugh. He pinches her nipples as punishment which makes her grin. “Don’t be weak Teller.”

Detaching himself, he croons, “I’ll show you weak darlin,” taking tiny licks at her clit to tease her, pulling her folds apart, his drool dripping down into her hole. “Is that what you want? Want me to prove myself to you?”

Samira locks up, squealing the more Jax quickly flickers the tip of his tongue over her swollen clit. She groans a yes, whining out, “Supposed to protect me.”

Shoving his puckered lips into her agape slit, he moans a whimper inside her, slipping his tongue between her convulsing walls. She’s right he failed her and it was going to take more than sucking the life out of her to show her that he can protect her.

“I know sweet girl,” a loud juicy kiss smacks at her clit, “I’m sorry. I’m going to fix it.” Another one has her hips jumping off the seat. He’s going to make things right between them he has to.

“Better.” She whispers out of breath, dragging her trembling fingers over his messy mouth. He’s even more beautiful covered in her creamy wetness, decorating her palm with sloppy kisses. “Fuck me til I forgive you Jax.”

Promptly he’s up on his knees, ripping his shirt off and his pants open. She only had to tell him once, and even if takes all night, he’ll wear himself thin until she’s faintly sighing, “I forgive you Jax,” over and over, exhausted from cumming entirely too much.

“Yes sweet girl,” he purrs presenting his naked tatted up body and thick pulsating cock, combing his hair back with his gigantic hand. Looking up at him towering over her like he was about to demolish her has Samira squirming. Jax falls into his hands caging her in. “I plan on it.”

Rudy didn’t want to wait on Jax for shit. Still speculating the status of their relationship, he stews in his chair at the head of the table, watching time tick by until Jax appears with his plan. But of course Rudy had a back up just in case things go left but he said he would give him a chance for fuckin up and putting Sam’s well being at risk. Nothing pissed him off more about all of this. Jax always putting his arrogance first and endangering others. But what if he is with Samira. The thought intrudes on him out of nowhere. It makes him queasy, imagining them as a couple. And for a second there, he considers murdering the man, but the aftermath of that wouldn’t be worth it.

“Sup Rudy.” Jax entering the room pulls him out of his murder plot. “Ready to do this?” He asks taking a seat at a chair to his left.

“Depends on what you got Teller.” Sitting up he drops his folded hands on the table and bites, “but if it’s reckless, we do things my way.”

Jax had no doubts about his plan, conspiring with Sam once she rested from their hours long make up session. He had to he was using her shop as bait. Might as well it was already fucked up. Rudy just listened and nodded along, okay with what he presented to him.

“Just as long as no one gets hurt.” He presses raising a brow. “No one Teller.”

#AYOOOOOOOOOO #🏃🏾‍♀️🏃🏾‍♀️🏃🏾‍♀️🏃🏾‍♀️🏃🏾‍♀️#THIS CHAPTER WAS GOLD HELLO #fuck i love this #definitely worth the wait #jax teller

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BTS FANFIC WRITERS OF COLOR YOU NEED TO READ ASAP

Yesterday, I wrote about a post about the whitewashing that can happen in BTS fanfics and why we need POC writers in general - and in the BTS fandom. Today, I have a post with more than 60 BTS fanfic authors of color. Shout out to the Possums, my various contacts, and my other moots for their help.

Please share and support these writers!

Please do not repost and only reblog. This post took over 6 hours to collate. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The beauty of such a large and diverse BTS fandom is that there are so many talented ARMY authors in our fanfic communities. As I mentioned in my post about how whitewashed BTS fanfics can be, I get especially happy when I come across fellow POC writers. Thanks to my own reading and networks of BTS friends and writers, I’ve compiled a list of BTS fanfic writers of color as a jumping off point to explore more POC authors and content creators.

If you are a writer of color and I did not include you (or didn’t rec a fic of yours), it’s nothing personal. Sometimes, I don’t know if writers identify as POC or I just haven’t come across your fics yet. Feel free to comment with your handles and a fic to check out and I will try to add you or update when I get a chance (and if I don’t, at least it will be in the comments once the comment itself is approved or moderated).

Read more >>> (leads to my site and not tumblr)

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to kill an empire || chapter 28

⇥ synopsis : when you agreed to marry Jaebeom, the heir to a lucrative but not quite legal organization, you never expected the boy who was once your greatest rival would inevitably become your most powerful ally…

⇥ warnings : this story in its entirety includes but is not limited to strong language, recurring gang violence, mentions of drug or alcohol abuse, and explicit sexual content, and is intended for an adult audience only!

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#awww #jaebeom #got7

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aaaaaand i’m back on the jax teller train

#ngl thought I was free #😭😭#jax teller

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🌙 navigation.

read this: all of my writings have mature content. each post will have more detailed warnings. this includes smut. if you don’t like it, don’t read it.

about me:

⤜ Luna.

⤜ she/her.

⤜ Yuta’s smile enthusiast.

updates:

⤜ all I wanted – April 10, 2022

⤷ jaehyun; the heartbreakers

⤜ the short stop – April 24, 2022

⤷ jeno; smashing the six pt.1

⤜ remember that night – May 2022

⤷ doyoung; coffee shop

⤜ hard feelings – delayed (sorry, babes!)

⤷ taeyong; we got married

oneshots:

⤜ before I go.

⤷ doyoung; arranged marriage

⤜ call me by your name.

⤷ yuta; tattoo artist

⤜ daddy issues.

⤷ johnny; fake dating

⤜ deep end.

⤷ yuta; the rich heir

⤜ forget me too.

⤷ johnny; first loves reunited

⤜ heathens.

⤷ yuta; crime syndicate

⤜ jealousy.

⤷ mark; almost step siblings

⤜ keep it to myself.

⤷ lucas; office romance

⤜ no guidance.

⤷ jaehyun; knocked up

⤜ on my own.

⤷ yuta; revenge romance

⤜ play date.

⤷ ten; friends with benefits

⤜ small doses.

⤷ taeyong; enemies to lovers

⤜ talking body.

⤷ lucas; summer fling

⤜ use me.

⤷ taeyong; brother’s best friend

⤜ winter bird.

⤷ jaehyun; exes sharing a room

series:

⤜ euphoria.

⤷ johnny, taeyong, yuta, doyoung, ten, jaehyun.

⤜ lost boys.

⤷ mark, renjun, jeno, haechan, jaemin.

⤜ smashing the six.

⤷ jeno, yuta, johnny, mark, jaehyun, haechan.

rules:

⤜ my inbox is open, ask me anything.

⤜ not currently taking requests.

⤜ this blog is 18+ only.

links:

⤜ wattpad: zenyukhei

⤜ twitter: yutaholic127

disclaimer: the members written about are just my muses. I don’t know any of them personally and would never say that they would actually act in the ways in which they are portrayed in these stories.

These works are fictional and for entertainment purposes only, but are licensed and protected under a creative commons attribution-noncommercial-noderivatives 4.0 international license. Any instances of plagiarism will be dealt with accordingly. Do not re-post or translate without my permission.

#yutaholic #masterlist #one of my fave authors for sure

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Plagiarism

I previously mentioned that someone stole parts of my story and posted it as their own. When I confronted them, they admitted to doing it, apologized and said they would remove the stolen parts. I was fine with that.

A week passed and they didn’t do this. I messaged them again and they have not answered so I filed a complaint with tumblr. After some back and forth, today I checked my email and they said that after reviewing the content, tumblr will not be taking any action against the post.

I’m livid and I don’t know what to do. Obviously the system in place doesn’t work. Until this is handled, I will no longer be posting any writing. This includes the oneshot I was going to post this weekend for my birthday. If tumblr is not going to protect its writers, I’m no longer comfortable with publishing my fics. Not here or anywhere.

The user that stole my work is @/jjkthclub and the fic is Mr. Right (Swipe) which has portions of my fic Small Doses. It’s the pinned post on their blog. Here is the screenshot of our conversation where they admitted to the plagiarism:

I sent tumblr support another email about this asking what am I supposed to do at this point but who knows. I’m just really pissed. I was the bigger person in this scenario and it bit me in the ass. I don’t want to post writing ever again if there’s literally no repercussions for it being stolen and I was so excited to post the Jaehyun fic and first part to the new story.

I’m gonna log out for a while. I’m sorry.

#omfg #the amount of notes on the story??#how can you sit there and fucking take someone’s works that they spent their time on??#this is so fucking upsetting #boost #if you can’t write your own damn stories WHY at you publishing stuff #that shit is embarrassing #the fact that they also sent that long ass paragraph and does nothing like 🧍🏾‍♀️#some people are SICK #this is one of my favorite writers on here and to think someone just took all their hard work is so fucking upsetting

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Hi can I please get a prequel to that Drabble you did where it was Jax’s black!reader girlfriend concerned about the club not accepting her? I can’t find the original and it’s not in the list you posted.

If it has to be from the list, can I please get a prequel for “Belonging” (Jax again). Angst/fluff would be fine.

Thank you again and congrats on the milestone 😘

@hihellogoodbyebruh Also requested this; I hope you both enjoy it!

warning: steamy

Part One/Distant Sequel

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Working with the Crows had its benefits, but for you, they were hard to see.

As far as you were concerned, the Crows didn't do anything the Grim Bastards didn't already do, and what's worse--the Crows were always making a fuck-up of it. The Bastards, your father's beloved club, was on the come-up, which meant you had to mingle with SAMCRO at their clubhouse. Even as you walked through the doors, nose crinkling at the stale scent of smoke in the air, you caught some of the Crows checking you out, felt their half-drunk eyes drinking you in, and it made you cringe.

To them, having even a drop of Black blood in their outlaw veins was an abomination, and here you were forced to break bread with them.

Great.

So you stood off to the side, sipping a drink with your friends--Grim Girls, of course--and waiting for the night to be over. Your fiancé was supposed to be there too, as a member of the Grim Bastards, he was invited to all of the parties, but he was on a run. Not that you minded. The engagement was more about pleasing your dad than anything else. You'd dated your fiancé in high school, and when he patched in years later, your relationship had started up again. He was an okay guy, but he was far from your perfect man. You wanted heat. You wanted fire, charm, a natural swag that made you want to act up. And even more than that, you wanted a partner. Someone who wanted you for you, not for the fact that you're T.O's daughter. You wanted someone who made your heart skip a beat when he walked in a room, no matter how many times you saw him.

Enter Jax Teller.

You'd met Jax a few times; he was the Prince of Charming, the heir to the SAMCRO throne and VP to the Sons. His mom was one of the baddest bitches you'd ever had the terrifying pleasure of meeting, and even Clay, the brute, would take Jax's advice--hell, even your Dad spoke highly of the man.

And what a man he was.

You couldn't lie--Jax was fine. You watched him walk through the club, that smooth walk of his distinguishing him from the other, lesser Crows. Every time you saw him, you felt your heart jump in your chest, it was unsettling, the hold he had on you when he did nothing at all to earn it. It was frustrating! Giving your friends a quick excuse, you put your drink down and headed outside for some air. You pushed through the crowd, noting with a mild annoyance all of the Crow assholes checking you out, and made it outside. You closed your eyes, breathing deeply, glad for the small slice of silence you'd found.

"Not one for parties, huh?" You turned towards the voice to see Jax Teller himself. He was leaning against the doorway, a grin on his lips as he looked over at you. "I notice you never stay still for too long at parties."

You frowned back at him. He shouldn't be noticing you at all.

"I'm Jax," he pushed himself off of the doorway and took a few steps over to you, hand out.

You took his hand, "Teller. Yeah, I know."

His grin didn't waver at your unimpressed tone, if anything, he looked amused. "And you're Y/N," he paused, looking you up and down, "Yeah... I see why your Dad told us to stay away from you. If he hadn't every one of my brothers in there would have been trying to buy you drinks."

You cocked an eyebrow. "Oh, so you guys can fuck us, just not date us, huh?"

"Who said that?"

You chuckled, liking his practiced ignorance. "Yeah, okay," you rolled your eyes, looking over at him before darting over to the collection of bikes parked a few feet away, "Which one's yours?"

"That one," he pointed off to the left, "That's my baby girl," he hit you with another heart-stopping smile, and you wondered if everyone had this reaction to him, or if it was just you, "Wanna go for a ride?"

And so, against your better judgment, logic, and general good sense, you hopped on the back of Jax Teller's bike and went for a ride. He had given you his helmet and teasingly instructed you to "hold on as tight as you need to" and took off. The streets of Charming whizzed by, and as the two of you rode on, your arms wrapped around his waist, him turning, grinning back at you whenever he hit a stop, you felt like you were seeing the town in a whole new light. Everything was bright and inviting as you drove on into the night, the air was warm and clear, Jax's deep laugh vibrated underneath your clasped hands; it was a perfect night.

He ended up stopping high on a hill, and you two stood side by step, looking down at the city. "This is where I come to think," he said, his voice low, loud enough for you and you only to hear, even though you two were the only ones around for miles, "When shit with the club, with life gets to be too much... I like to be high up. Helps me clear my mind."

You looked out at the city, nodding. "Yeah... I get it. This is relaxing as hell."

"Come on," he grinned, "Let's get comfortable." You watched as he went over to his bike, pulling out a bed roll and a backpack. "I've got a picnic blanket and snacks--mostly beer, but snacks."

You laughed, helping him spread the blanket out on the ground, and suddenly, you were having a midnight picnic with Jax Teller.

And it was incredible.

You talked, laughed, shared complaints about club life and fathers--you were both club legacies, after all. Jax told you about his Dad, which was a shock to you because you'd always had assumed that Clay was his father, and then the two of you got into a whole back and forth about how shitty Clay was--you loved it. You, in turn, told Jax about your father and friends, how you were always the one thinking plans through and how, even though you, as a woman, couldn't patch it, you were an unofficial member of the Grim Bastards, and you found that you shared a sense of loyalty and family with Jax. He was a lot like you while at the same time being a complete departure from what you were used to.

It was nice.

And then, before you knew it, it was nearing 6 am and the sun was starting to come up.

"Holy shit," you looked up, a little tipsy, "We've been here all night! How did no one miss us?" You took out your phone and saw a few missed calls and texts from your friends and a missed call from your fiancé. "Oh, good," you sighed out, "Dad hasn't noticed I left," you made to stand up, but Jax stopped you by grabbing your wrist.

"We don't have to go," he said, looking up at you with those piercing eyes of his.

"Uh, yeah we do," you countered, pulling your arm back. Suddenly you felt uncomfortable touching him, even though you'd just spent the last few hours with him. Now you felt... guilty. "We shouldn't have stayed up here this long. Fuck, if my Dad finds out..."

Jax stood up now, watching you pack up with a small frown on his face. "We didn't do anything wrong, darlin'."

"Yes we did," you argued, handing him the rolled up blanket, "You're SAMCRO, I'm a Grim Girl... If anyone did notice that we left together, they're gonna think..."

He smirked. "What? They're gonna think what?"

You gave him a serious look. "They're gonna think that we fucked."

"And that's bad?" He asked, taking a step forward. It was a small step, but you were already so close. Now he was close enough to see the threads on his VP patch and the twinkle in his eyes.

"Yes," you put a hand on your hip, trying not to let yourself be swayed by the charming prince, "It'd be bad."

"I wouldn't fuck you up here," he said casually, "I mean, I'd definitely have sex with you here, make love to you here," he was full on grinning now, "Maybe, maybe I'd fuck you against a tree, but that would be like after a fight or something," he looked down at you, licking his lips slowly, "Right now, though," he went on, "right now, I just want to kiss you."

You should have stopped him there--hell, you should have stopped him nearly six hours ago when this all began. You should have reminded him of who he was, who you were, and the rules that kept you two from getting any closer. That's what you should have done. What you did, though--

--was kiss him.

Jax's arms were around you as soon as you leaned in, wrapping you tightly against his broad chest. His lips tasted like mint, beer, and tobacco, a surprisingly, frustratingly intoxicating mix that you were desperate to taste again. His tongue slipped into your mouth, and you moaned, hazily realizing that your hands had somehow found themselves gripping onto his kutte. His hands were all over you, and when you felt them on your bare skin, tentative yet confident on your stomach, his rings cool against your overheating skin, you knew you were done for.

You couldn't be sure how long you were kissing Jax; the sun was higher in the sky now, still rising, and the soft oranges and pinks surrounded Jax like a halo. When you (finally) pulled back, it was to shed your shirt. Your eyes closed as you felt his hands on your bare breasts, squeezing and caressing, and you sighed when his wet tongue joined in. He was rolling your nipple around on his tongue as you ran your fingers through his hair, and your eyes stayed close even as you felt his kisses fall lower.

Even when you heard him get on his knees.

Even when he unzipped your pants.

Even when he kissed your pelvis bone and whispered, "Fuck, you're beautiful."

And when his mouth connected with your core, your eyes stayed closed even then. All you could do was gasp and moan, fingers pulling at his hair, as Jax ate you out. He held you close, even when you felt the stimulation was too much and you tried to push him away.

"Stay with me," he had muttered against you, his voice full of adoration, "You're so close, I can tell. Lemme give you what you need, darlin'."

And so you did, crying out his name as you came.

Jax was barely off his knees before you were grabbing him and ushering him towards his bike. He was confused at first, but then you draped yourself over his bike, and he got the message.

"This," he said from behind you as his heavy jeans fell to the ground, "is a fucking fantasy of mine: fucking you on my bike like this."

You giggled, jumping when his large hand slapped your ass; you could feel the imprint of his ring in your flesh, and you liked the feelings. "So you've got a kink for doing girls on your bike, huh? Glad to be of service."

"Nuh uh," he disagreed, leaning over you, kissing the shell of your ear as he whispered into it, "Not girls. You."

He pushed inside of you before you could unpack that statement.

Jax felt incredible, indescribable, irreplaceable. He was HUGE, so the stretch alone was enough to get your toes curling, but the way he moved behind you, giving you just enough without it being too much--it was masterful. You came again, and Jax took hold of your chin, turning and angling your head so he could kiss you.

"You feel even better than I imagined," he whispered as he fucked you through your orgasm, "Fuck, this pussy is good..."

His encouraging words and enchanting dick were perfect; you came again, and Jax groaned, pulling out and cumming on your ass, an impressed sigh leaving his lips as he looked at the mess he made.

You watched the sun rise as Jax cleaned you up, kissing your neck, collarbone, thighs, and breasts as he did, your hand still in his hair. The day was starting, and you had to go out into the world and face reality. He was a Son, you were the daughter of a Grim bastard. You were engaged. This would never work. And yet, as Jax held you to him, kissing your forehead as you breathed in his scent, both of you damn near dizzy with satisfaction, you felt a desire well up in you-

--a desire for him, to see him again.

This could be trouble.

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Welcome to Sam’s (Two)

One

Summary: Samira and Jax are barely beginning to flourish when trouble finds them…

Relationship: Jax Teller x black!OC “Samira”

Warnings: cursing, adult language, fluff, smut, male masturbation, public sex, graphic language, 18+

A/N: oy vey it took way too long to finish this chapter but yay it’s here. Double the cliffhanger…just cuz it’s been so damn long. Not sorry.

Jax always walked alone. Life was easier that way and that’s how he preferred it. When people got too close to him, nothing good came out of it. Girlfriends. His brothers. Family. No one was safe. So in order to prevent harm to those he cared about, he kept everyone at a distance. He knew running into Samira’s spot like that could possibly put a target on her back but she has Rudy to protect her. She has him to protect her. And as long as he’s around, he’ll do everything within his power to do so. Samira just signed on to a new bodyguard and doesn’t even know it. Not like she needs another she’s got a whole mob of degenerates ready to ride all she has to do is say the word. Even if she doesn’t want to be affiliated with the motley crew. As the party raged on around him, Jax sat a ways away from everyone, taking occasional sips from his beer, wondering if Samira made it home alright. Kicking himself for not getting her number. He’d love to tell her how much he loved her taste, how he can still feel her on his tongue that’s dragging over his plump bottom lip. Jax wanted Samira bad.

“Yo Teller!” One of the guys hollers at him from across the room who notices him lost in his thoughts. A beer bottle loosely hanging from his fingers. “What’s up with you man?! Been babysittin all night! Can’t have that!”

Out of nowhere, a gaggle of girls surround him with several bottles of liquor, causing him to sit up in his seat with a hesitant smile. He totally wasn’t thinking about Samira. Can’t with Rudy around who, by the way, stands behind the girls with a creepy smirk.

“Take your pick Jax.” He lowly chuckles, eyeing the girls who present themselves for more than just a shot. “Tequila. Whisky. Bourbon…whatever you have a taste for.”

They smile and wink over at him, anticipating his selection but none of them can quench his thirst. Tits and ass in plain sight but only one ass on his mind. He scans over the girls, head to toe, left to right and shrug his shoulders with a crooked grin. He’s got to make a choice to keep up with appearances. Rudy all impatient behind them.

“Can’t ever go wrong with whisky.” Jax chugs down the rest of his beer as he stands, claiming his prize with a bitten smile that has homegirl swooning as all the other girls walk away in defeat.

“Nice choice.” Rudy slaps at his arm a little too hard. “Serve the man.”

Whisky girl lifts the bottle as Jax slouches down with a wide open mouth to catch the hot liquid on his tastebuds, swallowing it all without a wince but a wink and devilish smile as he drapes his arm around her shoulders. The guys all hoot and whistle as Jax guides her to the back room, flickering a nod back over his shoulder to Rudy. In order to keep him off Jax’s trail, he’s going to have to keep up with appearances.

“Mmm I’ve heard things about you Jax…” whisky girl seductively mutters once the door is closed behind them. Jax removes his kutte with a slow head shake. Whisky girl sits on the edge of the bed legs spread and ready.

“Oh yeah? What have you heard?” He lifts his chin and slips his hands in his front pockets, sizing up the treat in front of him.

Bashfully she giggles and says, “you’re the best fuck out of the entire club.”

Jax can’t do anything but hum a laugh to himself. “Is that so? Hmm…I don’t think I’ve heard that one…”

Whisky girl stands from the bed and struts her petite self over to him idly standing in front of the door, ready to make a dastardly escape the moment he gets one. Samira, Samira, Samira. Her name runs laps around his brain. Whisky girl stops mere inches away from him, beating her seductive gaze up at him coolly staring down at her. The moment her fingernails run down his front he knows he doesn’t want it. Doesn’t want her. And he takes a small step back running his shaky fingers through his greasy hair.

“I’m…I’m sorry. I can’t do this.”

Jax knows that this makes him look suspicious, that rejecting one of the girls could stir up some trouble but this just doesn’t feel right. But his no means nothing to whisky girl who’s popping open his jeans anyway.

“Don’t worry baby,” his zipper rips open, “I’m here to take care of you.” Licking her lips she falls to her knees and his cock swells just a little. How can it not; he’s a man and the sight of a woman kneeling before him is always tantalizing. But she’s not who he wants, he can’t ignore that even as she pulls his dick out with a pleased moan. Breathing all hard he watches her smile at his cock betraying him, swelling more and more between her tiny fingers and he quietly moans once she starts stroking him. Dropping his head back he says to himself, this is wrong…this is wrong but of course it feels so fuckin good.

“Shhhiiiiiit…” Jax hisses when she laps a few times at his fat head, making him throb in delight, but as she draws her lips further apart to inhale him in, he abruptly takes ahold of her jaw with a small growl. “Mmm look here sweetheart,” her glassy eyes are wide with fear as he bends over, “I said I’m good. Do you understand me.”

Whisky girls nods the best she can in his firm hold, confused as to why he’s acting like this when she’s heard he’s always down for a quick fuck. Rudy’s not going to like this and honestly, Jax gives zero fucks. Blame it on whisky dick, whatever, but this is not the mouth he wants on his dick tonight.

“Good.” He snatches his hand away and helps her up. “Now, you can tell the boys I passed out. But what happened here, stays between us, right?” To prove he means his words, he applies pressure on her flimsy bicep.

She shrills, “Yes, okay Jax!”

They tear away from one another, Jax still looking down on her scared but sad eyes. She can’t believe she’s about to miss out on her chance to suck the golden god’s cock but she knows better to go against him and anything he says. They don’t say anything else to each other before she slips out the door back into the party. From inside the silent room, he can hear the guys chastise her being back so soon but he doesn’t care. Collapses down on the bed with a tired sigh. Doing his best to ignore the subtle ache of his dick still hard out of his pants. He takes a gentle hold of it and first thought, Samira’s lips. Damn her lips. The sound of her breath catching when they first touched. Just thinking about the sensation has his dick aching even more. Jax strokes himself, croaking a needy groan. Hips flinching off the mattress. Another stroke, another longing moan and all he wants is her. So soft and so warm…fuck he bets she feels just as good on the inside as she does on the outside. He can still feel her skin on his fingertips. Still smell her subtle floral fragrance around his head.

“Fuck…” he whispers, envisioning her skin absolutely alive beneath the sunlight, fist getting tighter as he strokes himself a little faster. “Oh fuck…shit Sami—,”

But he stops himself from calling her name, worried that if he said it aloud somehow someone will know. No one can know he didn’t want it ruined yet. Over and over he rewinds every second spent with her, panting weighted breaths fuckin his hand, wanting to call out her name as she rides him fuck. He needs that shit so damn bad. His free hand fists his messy strands, really rolling his hips with every fluid motion. Driving himself absolutely crazy. His imagination cruel, portraying the image of Samira on top of him, calling out his name with each moan, holding her soft curls back.

“Oh Jax…” she sighs sweetly in his ears.

“Yes…fuck...” Eyes wrenched closed Jax sees her there lookin so hot, her full breasts flouncing when she rocks back and forth on his toned hips. He fists himself harder, faster.

“Jax I want you so bad…” she whispers again and he swears he can see that smile.

“Oh god! Fuck!” His limbs shudder as he chokes on a throaty moan. “God I want you…” He confesses to no one. His dick so stiff leaking precum Jax is on the verge of losing it all. Twisting his hand around his veiny shaft he feels so fuckin good but he knows he’d feel even better tearing into her pussy. “Aww shit…aww fuck!”

So lost in his thoughts…he could hear her cries of pleasure and her fake cries took his breath away. Chills rolling up and down his red hot skin. Before he knew it, his load was spurting out all over his thick knuckles with a suppressed growl, tugging on his own hair as he comes down with muted groans. All of his muscular frame sinking into the springs. A carnal weight lifted. With a hard sigh and sleepy lids, Jax unbuttons his shirt with his clean hand so he can use it to clean himself up. He might as well call it; he definitely doesn’t want to party anymore. And he’s not going to see Samira anytime soon unless he goes to sleep. His shirt goes flying across the room then he squirms out of his jeans and stuffs his dick back home in his boxers. So beat from the travel, Jax cuddles up with a pillow and nestles in to the sheets with hopes of wet dreams all night of her.

Samira’s hasn’t felt this way about a guy in forever. Her boyfriend back in college, maybe, and that one guy while she was interning but that felt like ions ago. At least they were pretty good guys though Jax is…barely. No telling what he’s gotten into since he’s joined the club. But damn he’s fuckin pretty. Samira couldn’t stop thinking about that blinding factor. And damn that kiss…she’d never felt a first kiss so alive before. She thought maybe she was trippin, that her dry spell and his disgustingly dashing smile overcame every bit of sense but let’s face it, that kiss…smiling to herself, Samira brushes the edge of her lips with her fingertips. Pacing the floor of her bedroom in awe recounting her day with him. But she can’t fall for someone like him. A dude from the club has always been off limits. Maybe as she spends more time with him she’ll find out who really is and she won’t feel so bad for her crush. Or it could backfire and she’ll find out he’s an absolute shithead like the rest of them. Samira takes a seat on the bed with a sad sigh wishing she had his number. A goodnight text from him would really complete her day. Hell, Jax just sitting beside her on her bed right now would be just as good. Her twitchy fingers laced in with his against the cool counter warming beneath their conjoined touch. She can still feel him…and she craved so much more. Rudy would go ballistic if he caught wind of the two of them even being interested in one another. No telling what he’d do, kill Jax or shun her. Lose protection from the club. What would that mean for her? She collapses back on the bed with an eye roll. Who gives a shit about Rudy and his gang of goons. She didn’t want to get her hopes up so quickly but maybe, just maybe, they could be something. No that’s silly, Samira facepalms her forehead with a smack, feeling ridiculous for such a thought.

“Relax Sam…” she says to herself with a lighthearted chuckle, rubbing her tired eyes. No need to get ahead of herself. She barely just met the guy. But Jax stays with her, his cute laugh resounding in her mind as she gets ready for bed, even when she buries herself in the sheets. Even though she knows she’ll most likely see him in the morning she can’t help but miss him. Luckily enough for her, he’s there when she closes her eyes to sleep.

“Mornin’ Samira.”

Jax is already standing at the door of her cafe when she comes to open early. She’s not too surprised to see him but it’s six am and he looks so well rested when she figured him to still be drunk or hungover from the party. Even in a simple white tee and jeans he’s a fuckin smoke show, hair flowing freely in the breeze. Samira nearly trips over her own feet as she smiles and waves back, stuck on stupid but snapping out of it.

“You’re up mighty early.” She smirks pulling her keys out of her bag. “Didn’t have any fun last night?”

“Naaah…too tired.” He tucks his soft hair behind his ear with a shake of his head. “Besides I was a little distracted most of the night.”

Samira snorts a chuckle unlocking the door and shoving it open. “Didn’t mean to spoil your fun.” But knowing that she was on his mind made her stomach flip.

“Oh I’m not complaining.” His sparkling clear blue eyes fall down her backside, soaking in her perky ass again as he follows her in. “Slept like a baby.”

Samira loved to hear it, sitting her stuff down in her office then snatches an apron off the back of her door. She almost fixed her mouth to ask what did he dream about but she left it alone. She ties her apron around her waist with a cocked smirk, keeping her curt comments to herself. Jax dying for her to say something he’d love to keep this banter going but she changes the subject.

“So what will it be today Jax?” She flips on a few lights and her appliances, reaching for her mug and a different mug for him today.

“What, you aren’t going to ask what I dreamt about?” Pressing back a grin, he leans against the counter to watch her set up for the day. Brewing several pots of different styles of brews and digging out pre-prepped trays of pastries to throw in the oven. She pretends not to hear him, bustle about, feeling his eyes follow her around. He could watch her do her barista thing all day because she loves what she does. Smiling and humming along to music as she steams milk for her latte. Chewing on her lip she wonders what his dreams contained to help him drift off with that skeezy smile that’s on his face right now. She can see it from her peripheral as she pours his cup. The way he stares her down, with this bitten lip, she tries not to rub her tingling thighs together. Must’ve been something really good he can’t keep tear his eyes away from her ass.

“Fine,” she sighs with a smile, carrying both cups from behind the counter, “what carried you into sleep last night?”

He follows her to a table and pulls out a chair for her, his gold hair catching the early morning light as it falls into his happy face. Samira thanks him, sits the mugs down then takes her seat. He sits after her, stroking his fluffy goatee. No rings today. And no kutte. She can’t help but notice. Oh he out here trying to prove something. Before he divulges his information, he takes a sip of his coffee.

“Well…,” he licks and smacks his mischievous mouth, “it was that kiss…”

Samira bashfully drops her chin with an awkward chortle, covering her face with her hand. “Oh. Yeah.” She snickers again, facing him once she gets over herself. “Yeah it was definitely on my mind last night.”

And it still is, that moment haunts their every thought. Suppressing goofy giggles together, they reach for their mugs and drink, smirking behind the rims.

“Soooo…just the kiss? Or was there more…?” Samira licks the foam from her upper lip, much more seductively than she intended.

Jax scoots to the edge of his seat to lean closer to rest his elbows down to the edge of the table. Half lidded and keeping his sultry gaze connected to hers, he croons, “Oh you know there was definitely more darlin.”

Entirely raptured by his promiscuous aura she falls into his musky space, sitting her cup back down on the table just in case he’s feeling handsy again.

Her brows flicker intrigue. “Mmm I would love to hear more.”

He drops his gaze and cards his fingers through his fluffy long hair and it sends Samira. Jax looks like he could be a damn model, tattoos and all, and all she wanted to do was ride that rugged pretty boy face. Already tingling in anticipation he could tell her anything and she’ll crumble in this chair. The small tip of his tongue briefly licks between his lips as he gently takes ahold of her fingertips, slightly squeezing them recalling a certain part of a dream he really wanted to tell her about.

“Well…we were in your bed…and I was playing with your hands like this…” Jax holds them up with an infatuated grin, “and kissing your fingertips like this…”

Samira holds her breath with a big smile as she watches him pull her hand towards his puckering pink lips but then…the door bells sing. His warm gaze leaves her and focuses in on who’s coming through the door. Without a moments notice Jax drops her hand and sits up straight in his seat which only concerns Samira, who’s expecting for it to be one of her regulars and not fuckin Rudy and one of his flackies walkin in.

“Am I interrupting?”

His tone alone has Samira standing to her feet, soothing her anxious hands on her apron, brushing away the feeling of Jax’s breath on her fingerprints.

“Morning Rudy,” Samira grins away her fear, abandoning Jax leaning back in his chair bringing his mug to his dry lips that were so close. Be cool, be cool. “The usual?”

Rudy suspiciously assesses the room, but primarily keeps his sights set on the man who’s way too close to his play daughter. Jax may think he’s the golden god of Sam Crowe but when it comes down to it, he’s just another big headed asshole who meant nothing to Rudy. Whatever the fuck is happening between them he’s going to squash immediately.

“Yeah Samira. Thanks.” He says over to her but heads in Jax’s general direction. “Thought you’d still be asleep Teller.”

He just stares at Rudy and drinks his coffee, unwavering in his stance. Samira rolls her eyes at the two jackasses staring each other down while getting his order ready to go.

“Early to bed. Early to rise.” He replies with a shrug, mug still in hand. “Saw this place in open and decided to pop in.”

“Oh so you two haven’t met?” Rudy wouldn’t have been able to guess by what he saw when he walked in. “You seem to be pretty chummy with Samira.”

Just as Jax fixes his mouth to say something smart, Samira sweeps in between them with his order and charming smile, nearly shoving his coffee and breakfast sandwich in his chest.

“Rudy, relax. I thought I had a cut on my hand. Besides you know I don’t fuck with biker trash. Isn’t that right, Duffy…” she adds on for insult, nodding at Rudy’s right hand who was avidly chasing her when she moved home. Rudy roars a laugh remembering those days and how he had to check him. Samira laughs along to distract him and ignores the soft glare from the man retreating for the door. “Here you go big meanie.”

The jab does the trick. Rudy carries on laughing and making fun of Duffy as Samira escorts him out the door cracking up along until they’re out on the sidewalk. She blows a relieving breath through her lips once the door closes and the bells quit their singing. Fuck that was a close one.

“So now I’m biker trash…” Jax purrs still lounging in his seat with a lopsided grin. Samira grins back at him with a silly smile and shrugs a shoulder.

“If the kutte fits…” she teases, joining him at their table with a lighthearted laugh as he fakes a pain in his chest.

“Well I guess biker trash wouldn’t ask a girl out on a proper date…” He sighs with a sniff, widening his legs and resting an elbow on the back of his chair. Suddenly serious. Samira cocks an eyebrow in wonder.

“A proper date? What’s that, drinks back at the house?” Jax loses his cool coughing a laugh as she smiles. “Yeah, no, pass…” She cradles her jaw in the palm of her hand.

“Okay, alright. That’s real cute…real funny…” he laughs scratching his chin against the back of his hand. “No I was thinking more like nice dinner…a couple drinks…”

Samira’s jaw drops in sarcastic amazement. “Aww. Dinner and drinks he says. Huh…” now she’s scratching her chin, mimicking his moves as she rolls her eyes up and thinks. “Fancy?”

Jax hums a chuckle as he sits up in his seat again, tunneling his smolder directly into her flirty brown eyes. “Would love to spoil you sweet girl…you name the place. I’ll take you wherever you want to go.”

Twisting her lips up, doing her best to hold back her enthusiastic smile, she sizes him up with a coy side eye. Is he for real? She should find out, put his ass to the test but why put her shit at risk for a dude like him. A sexy, cocky, sweet degenerate who could probably super stroke her pussy all night like she deserves. Clearly can see his hands are more than capable and she’s dying to see that body. Bet he looks so damn good in a black pressed dress shirt. Samira pictures him in a dimly lit restaurant, staring deep in her eyes over sophisticated whisky drinks, stroking the toe of her heel up and down his calf. Warm from the alcohol and her desire, fantasizing him ripping off her dress back at her place. Jax smoothly picks up his mug and takes a drink awaiting her answer even though he already knows it’s a hard yes. He can see it in her playful squint.

“Anywhere?” She quips in a tender sweet tone that he feels all the way in his cock. His brows wiggle in response. Samira already has a place in mind. “Okay.” She shrugs then holds out her flat hand with a smirk as a happy Jax sits his mug down. “Give me your phone.”

About time they exchange numbers, Samira laying out the plan while tapping her number as a new contact. His cock so hard already he’s so excited to actually be taking her out. Oh he’s going to show her a good time alright. They slide each other’s phones back across the table with bitten smitten smirks, utterly pleased with the plan for the date hours and hours away. Damn, they’re going to be tingling with anticipation all fuckin day.

“Be ready for the best night of your life darlin.” Jax gently nudges her chin with his knuckle, towering over her bright like the sun and she basks in his warmth, ready to pout when he goes away. Samira’s absolutely buzzing. Best night of her life huh? Her eyes flicker up over his statuesque frame.

“Uh huh. We’ll see about that blondie.”

Before he goes, he shoots her a pussy quivering wink that envelops every millimeter of her skin with warmth. Fuuuuck how long does she have to wait for this date? Jax can’t wait to see that pretty face all dolled up in something so pretty he’s probably going to rock hard all night long until he finds his way inside her guts. Ugh god he can’t fuckin wait.

“See you ‘round eight.”

Samira watches him go, watches the way his hips swivel with his jeans hanging so low off his waist and her knee bounces anxiously. She could jump up from her chair and dance around the tables she’s so pumped for tonight but she keeps all her joy behind pursed lips and a near quiet squeal. Already planning her look for the evening. Ready to knock Jax on his ass. Just as she hops up to clear their mugs, the bells ring and Samira nearly jumps out of her skin afraid it’s Rudy back to interrogate her. It’s just one of her morning regulars apologizing for scaring her. She just smiles and neverminds it, rushing back to the counter to take care of her customer.

“It’s fishy Rudy.” Duffy whispers over to him as they walk inside the house. “Something is definitely going on between them.”

Rudy heard all his suspicions the whole ride back but after ten minutes of his persistent complaining, he just sounds jealous. He trusts Samira to be smart about her choices but he also knows that Jax has a way of wooing the ladies…she wouldn’t fall for his charm though she’s a bright girl. Good head on her shoulders and it’s been instilled in her brain not to mess with these…men. There’s no way in hell…

“Duffy.” Rudy shoots him such a look that he cowers away. “You sound real salty…and I’m really trying to enjoy my coffee. So disappear.”

He shoos him with a flick of his wrist, walking towards the table while taking a drink from the lid. He doesn’t have time for his paranoia when Rudy had other issues at hand like a rival club trying to poach a huge payoff on a deal that he personally made with the local king pen. The only reason Jax was in town in the first place. Rudy can’t stand him but his maniacal brain is needed to deal with this situation. Unwrapping his special breakfast bagel sandwich with a smirk, he thinks, the sooner they handle these assholes, the sooner he can get Jax the fuck out of his city.

Click, clack. Click, clack. Samira can’t quit nervously pacing her kitchen, drumming her folded fingers over her knuckles, waiting for Jax to pick her up. She still had another ten minutes or so until he said he’d be there but shit, this is her first date in…fuck…her eyes widen with a shake of her pressed hair. That’s a startling realization. She’s never felt her heart beat so erratically, or felt so twitchy in her life. She got ready in a flash, her whole look planned to a T as she worked, and she was ready for any and everything. Samira’s dressed to kill in a white spaghetti strapped v neck dress that fit her like a glove, tits sitting just right with a long slim gold chain resting perfectly between her gold dusted cleavage. Jax won’t be able to keep his eyes off her. The thought of him on the verge of a conniption fit makes her smile so big. Samira’s ready to fuckin go.

Jax couldn’t get to her house fast enough, stepping on the gas the motor roars down her street. Sam perks up to the sound of a roaring thunder slowing outside her place. Slowly smiling, imagining what’s the source to that lovely roar. Must be Jax. Nearly squeaking she slips on her black moto leather jacket and grabs her things, doing her best to regain her cool as she waits for him to knock. He soothes his ring adorned hands down his jet black slim cut button up then barely knocks before Samira’s throwing the door open to present herself with a confident smile.

“Oh darlin…” Jax clutches his chest with a soft oof and wince, wind actually being knocked out of him. Samira poses as he pretends to lose his balance. “Trying to kill me. Fuck…you look…”

“Hot? Ethereal? Delectable?” She twists and turns with each compliment, modeling those long glistening milk chocolate legs he can’t but ogle. Practically drooling and lightheaded from all blood rushing to his dick. Gah that ass and those thighs. This was way more than what he expected.

“All of the above. Damn. Look like an angel.”

Instinctually, Jax wanted to take her by the waist and yank him into his burning hot body but he’s got to practice self restraint. Besides he knows by the end of the night he’ll have his heavy hands all over her curves. They laugh together while soaking one another in with small groans and hums and slinky grins. Samira swallows a moan with a small shake of her head, loving how absolutely sinister Jax looks before her. Something about a man in all black. So thankful her vision came true.

“You clean up…so fuckin well.” She almost bites her lip, peeping the shiny Docs on his feet. Anyone else it wouldn’t have worked but since it was him, it worked for her like no other. Hair all slicked back and fine, mmph, this night is going to be a long one.

“Mmmnah sweet girl…” Jax takes a soft hold of her hand and guides her out, steadying his focus on her body with a hungry smile. “All eyes are on you tonight. Let’s get you out…make some people jealous…”

Samira’s heart never found it’s normal rhythm. From the moment she saw that he picked her up in a smooth cherry red Ford Fairlane Thunderbolt, she knew that Jax was hellbent on keeping his promise that this was going to be the best night of her life. The tension so damn hot all night she couldn’t stop rubbing her thighs together. In the passenger seat, beneath the table as they ate and chat, absolutely on fire. Their chemistry was on point, conversation so natural and real it never drops, and filled with rich laughter. So into each other they spoke intimately, Jax’s dark tenor voice warms her blood even more as he speaks in her ear.

“So what made you come back if you got out of there?”

Two fancy rock glasses half filled with brown liquid sit between them cozied up side by side, his arm draped around her shrugging shoulders.

“I don’t know.” Samira smirks down at the straw she stirs around the ice. “It’s home. Even though it has its faults, it’s what I know. And my dad…”

She flickers her soft eyes up at him lovingly staring at her talk. Intently listening to everything she’s said all night he wants to soak in every ounce of her spirit. But she can’t take his heat, feels like she’s going to dissolve if he barely grazes her skin. Jax has been so good on practicing his self control, being the perfect gentleman by keeping his anxious hands visible and to himself, no matter how bad he wanted to stroke his hand up between her flaming hot thighs. No need to rush the inevitable. His lack of touch only drives the tension. Fuels the want. All apart of his plan, even though, he really wanted to embrace her cheek right now. He’s hit a touchy subject.

“I’m sorry. We can talk about something else. You can ask me something embarrassing.”

He sniffs a short chuckle when Samira perks up, already coming up with the first question. A good distraction she had to admit.

“How old were you when you lost your virginity?”

Jax chokes on his drink, and coughs and laughs.

“Had that one ready huh.”

Samira lightly giggles herself, lifting her glass off the table. “First question that popped in my head.”she mentions before taking a sip from the short straw. “Let me guess…you were like fourteen.”

Recovering from her offhanded question Jax takes another attempt at a drink and says through the burn, “Close. Sixteen.”

Samira waves an affirming finger in the air. “Knew it. High school sweetheart...” He just sighs and sucks his teeth in reply. She arches her brow. “Bad first time?”

“Bad break up.”

Now she’s hit a sensitive spot, noticing him going somewhere far from this bar with a grim grin. Jax didn’t like to think about her it was too painful, but then it dawns on him how Samira can get him to be so vulnerable and honest with her. Honestly he really liked that. He hasn’t felt this type of connection with anyone except…well his high school girlfriend. She woefully peers over at Jax until he reconnects with her again, apologizing,

“Aww I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to take you somewhere with that. This convo is getting too real huh.”

Sam hums a laugh behind her straw, needing that bourbon to ease the tension off her shoulders. Jax follows suit, nodding as he finishes his glass. Ice clinking together.

“Too real. Let’s get another round…talk about something pleasant…” He motions for the waitress.

But where else can the conversation go when two people incidentally talk about their ex’s? Sex. And how someone misses it. Things they like. Things they miss. The best of times. The worst of times. All that plus a good amount of bourbon is liable to get these two really geared up. Jax still kept his personal promise not to touch but it was getting harder to keep the more she went on about the last time she watched a grade A porno. Girls usually don’t talk about their porn interests on the first date but Samira has good taste. He couldn’t help but be turned on and hella impressed. She pressed her legs harder into his the more she talked. Her heat and scent making it hard for him to focus on anything she’s saying. His thoughtful eyes falling to gaze upon her cocoa brown thighs that look so smooth like creamy butter, envisioning his giant hand roaming further up under the hem of her little tight dress. Where it’s all hot and sticky because she’s been pressing back her wetness that still manages to slip down her throbbing lips. Jax clears his throat of an excited moan and fidgets in his seat. Hate to be rude but he’s got to say,

“Let’s get out of here.”

Cutting her tipsy chatter of why step siblings porn isn’t that bad with a surprised, “oh!” About time. “Sure,” Sam lifts her chin, smiles long, “let’s go back to mine.”

The late night air is a little cool as they make their to that sexy ass Thunderbolt shiny beneath the lights in the parking lot. She still can’t believe he stunted on her like that, hell, he’s been stuntin all night and it’s been such a delight to see him so confident, wholesome. Biker trash has never looked so good to her. From the corner of his eye, Jax sees Samira stiffen under her jacket from the chill. Without thinking, he secures a strong arm around her shoulders and slips her into his side. Breaking his silent vow. Immediately their fiery eyes meet, quietly exchanging their burning desire for each other as they approach the car. But instead of getting inside, Jax rests Samira against the hood as he slips a hand inside his front pocket.

“You don’t mind do you?” A cigarette’s perched between his index and thumb. “I really need one.”

Why should she when this simple act of him placing the butt on the edge of his pouty lips is so satisfying.

“Nah you’re good.” The words fall from her dry lips still hypnotized by him cupping a veiny hand around his silvery zippo aflame and nearing the cigarette in wait. Smoking’s supposed to be a huge turn off but not this; this is a huge attack on her morals. Just the way he takes the smoothest longest drag, swole chest expanding until he gets his fill then draws his hand away to blow out a billow of smoke up in the air with his curvy pink lips in a perfect little O. Pornographic. Jax feels her staring and looks down from the starry sky only for Samira to look down at the car.

“Nice ride by the way. Is she yours?” She runs her hand over the glassy paint.

“How do you know it’s a she?” Jax asks with a curl of his lips, taking another hit. Samira just smiles down at the rich color.

“Too beautiful and loud to be a he.” She shoots him a sly smirk over her shoulder. His heart skips a beat.

“Borrowed it from a buddy of mine. Told him I needed to make a good first impression on this girl I like. Gotta return it.”

They hum a laugh together. Jax smokes as Samira shakes her head with a whimsical sigh still running her hand over the cool hood. Old fantasies come flooding back. “Too bad. Always wanted to fuck a guy in a car like this.”

He barely reacts, not surprised by her admission, keeps his cool and smokes. The energy between them sizzling. “Oh yeah?” He exhales another cloud between them as Samira slides her perky ass up on the metal body. “What stopped you?” Jax asks with a crooked smile eager to see where this is headed.

“Never found the right guy…” Samira retorts allowing her jacket to fall off her exposed shoulders suddenly sweating. She can’t take it anymore. Jax needed to get between her thighs and now. She forgot panties knowing this moment was abound to happen. Wanted it happen on her time. “Unless…”

His flicks the cigarette across the parking lot while exhaling his last puff, taking a few careful steps towards Samira dragging her legs open over the edge of the front end. Slit growing wetter with each step. Back damn near arching once he wedges his narrow hips between her thighs, resting a hand beside hers. His thumb barely touching her pinky. His other hand…well…

“Mmm…my sweet girl’s not so sweet I see…” Jax mentions when his fingertips stroke her sweltering folds instead of panties. Samira drops her head back with a desperate sigh, her silk pressed hair falling down her back.

“Only when I feel like it.” Fuuuuck he feels so good lapping the pads of two fingers up and down her throbbing folds. A serious shudder thunders all over her clammy back. A quivering sigh escaping her. Jax relishes in her jittery breaths and her minuscule moans with a bitten smirk, groaning low in his sternum. So aroused with how exposed she is, how her tits rise and fall beneath him. Her hushed curse words sound so good in his ears.

“Mmm…I like that. I like you Samira.” Jax purrs into her open mouth, tiny whimpers rattle in her throat. He can’t believe how fuckin soaked she is her juices trailing down into his palm. “You feel so fuckin good darlin it’s driving me crazy. You’ve been driving me so crazy I can’t get enough of you…”

Crying out Sam wiggles closer to his fingers pumping her hole clenched so tight around his fat knuckles. Her dress perking up her thighs. Drowning in his cologne, panting into his lips, Samira throws an arm around his neck.

“Oh fuck. Fuck I can’t stop thinking about you Jax ohmygod!” She yelps with a broken sob. “Oh fuck Jax, please,” she gulps then sighs, slamming her trembling fingers over his still resting on the car, “fuck me…I want you so bad.”

Their lips lock with weighted groans and his fingers down stop steadily stroking her palpitating pussy. He knows what she wants but Jax is hesitant. He envisioned this happening in her bedroom, in her comforting sheets not on the hood of his buddy’s show car. But when Sam seductively whispers,

“Please fuck me daddy,”

Into his messy swollen lips while fisting his sculpted hair, all his ideas of privacy go out the window. Kissing her lips with a quiet chuckle he withdraws his fingers sticky with her wetness.

“Whatever you wish sweet girl.” He grumbles with a crooked grin, breaking away far enough to dip his soiled fingers deep into her worn mouth. His lashes flutter with rumble of a growl as she sucks hard. Resting his forehead on hers he huffs a weak breath. “You want me to be daddy?” He barely whispers. Samira just closes her eyes and nod still sucking her essence off his pruning prints. Jax takes ahold of her hand tangled in with his and guides them to his blazing hot hard on protruding from the crotch of his pants, helping her unfasten his belt and trousers. Her breath hitching when he guides her down into his underwear, their conjoined fingers locking around his veiny shaft. Samira can’t catch her breath, a little stunned by the weight of his cock, wiggling even more out her dress until her bare ass felt the cool car soothe her enflamed skin. Fingers coated with her spit slip from between her sexy lips and roughly grip the side of her neck all the while gradually stroking his stiff shaft.

“Shhiiiit you’re so…big…” Jax nears her weeping slit, huffing a relieving sigh as his fat head pushes through her clammed walls.

He grumbles, “Think you can handle it?”

Hands still bound together as one push him further inside her convulsing walls. Their jaws dropping in awe.

“Oh yes Jax. Fuck yes.” She whines as he fills her up, stilling when he feels like he’s going to lose his load. Sam’s so warm around his trembling girth he chokes on a sob so sincere she creams even more.

“I’m daddy now?” His lips curl with the question, really rooting his strokes with each roll of his hips. Holding on by her neck and the small of her back, damn near yanking her bare ass closer across the glossy paint. Hissing and panting in each other’s faces she fit him like a dream…a dream he didn’t want to ever wake up from.

“Ugh god yes it’s you Jax.” Samira slams a mighty kiss into his drooling mouth, forcing a tongue down his throat. He was daddy the first time they kissed. “My daddy…” she whines between smacks, gushing and shivering, “you feel so good daddy…”

Smash goes a brick through one of the front windows of Samira’s shop, tearing and shattering one of her grandmother’s sun catchers that she loves. Men flocked in all black bust through glass and ceramic with bats and hammers, snickering as they tear her place apart. As they bust chairs and flip tables, a man pens a note on her counter with a sick toothy smile.

“Stupid fuck didn’t think we’d find him,” he mutters to himself closing up his note. “But I’m sure he’ll get this message loud and fucking clear…”

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