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hotdamnhunnam · 4 years

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Jax Teller: How to Suck a Dick

A/N: Because that Jax quote “teach you how to suck a dick” made me fucking implode and just needs to be written into a fic 🥵 Reader is a badass bitch in this, but ends up on her knees in front of him because she can’t resist...

Pairing: Jax Teller x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, dirty talk, Jax being bossy as fuck as you give him a blowjob (obvs)

Word Count: ~2.5k

What kind of suck-ass town goes by the name of Charming, you can’t help but think, rolling your eyes with an exasperated sigh as you drive by the tacky welcome sign. This has to be the most pathetic gig you’ve ever been assigned. It just feels wrong. You haven’t been an ATF agent for long, but even though you’re new and young, you have already been established as the baddest bitch in your entire unit. And yet here you are stuck in some redneck dump, America’s goddamned armpit. This is absolute bullshit. Fucking bullshit.

Your team had decided to send you in since the first agent assigned here was royally screwing it up. How is that even possible with such a pointless job? Apparently Charming’s problem is a wannabe gang of white trash biker boys who like riding around town all day just to make noise and show off their big shiny toys.

When you arrive on the scene to take over the case from your idiot colleague, you’re hardly surprised to find him in a close confrontation with one of those guys. One of those dickhead bikers for sure—you can tell from the crude, cocky sound of his voice.

You can’t see much of him from where your car is pulling in. Just a leather vest and loose jeans and a dumb blonde I-don’t-care haircut that he must think makes him look so fucking cool. God, what a tool.

As you step out of the driver’s seat and strut toward the two men, you hear the biker hurling insults at your fellow agent. “They teach you how to suck a dick in ATF school?”

Reaching for your badge as you approach, you’re all prepared to whip it out with class and grace, and put the damn fool in his place. “No, but they taught us how to...” your voice then catches in your throat, when you lay eyes for the first time upon his face—the badge immediately slips out of your grip, one word stuttering off your lips. “... f-fuck.”

So much for class and grace. No such luck.

The bastard’s stupidly blue eyes flash up toward you, somehow piercing through your clothes, and you are seriously screwed. He’s not gonna let you live down how you finished that sentence with ‘fuck’ just a second ago. “Oh, is that so?”

Oh shit. Oh no. Do you have legal clearance to shoot him just for his audaciously gorgeous appearance? You hope so. That’d be such a waste of a fine piece of ass, though...

The golden boy shamelessly checks you out up and down, gaze twinkling, drinking you in. Then proceeds to remind you about the embarrassing fumble that just happened. “Looks like you dropped something, darlin’....”

Darlin’?? Darlin’?!?!? Ugh, the fucking nerve of him! You clear your throat, trying and failing to compose yourself. Glance at the badge that had so clumsily tumbled onto the road. “Yeah, I—uh... I saw.”

“Nah, not the badge. No one cares about that,” he goes on with a mischievous smirk and a shake of his painfully pretty head. “I meant your jaw.”

At that, your jaw drops even further for a minute. Fucking shit. This guy is radiating so much big dick energy you cannot even handle it.

You want to, though. You want to handle all of it. And he already knows.

“Let me get that for ya.” He gestures down casually at your badge on the street. “Bet you’d like that, huh? Squat down and give you an excuse to check out my ass, too?”

Oh, this is too much. Your sense of self-righteousness bubbles to the surface and erupts. “Listen, you—”

“Think you can tell me what to do?”

“Damn right.”

“Darlin’, I’d like to see you try.”

“You call me darlin’ one more time and I...”

Meanwhile the other fed is standing by, speechless and shooting you some mad side-eye.

The biker interrupts. “You’ll what?”

The thirst you feel for him is so real that you’re bound to lose this battle, choking on a puddle of your own drool, if you try to keep this up. So you just bend down to retrieve your badge and play it cool, keeping your stupid mouth shut.

But then the motherfucker has the nerve to say the hottest goddamn thing you’ve ever heard. “Yeah, that’s right. Shut up and bend over, slut.”

At this point your pussy is throbbing in heat. You’re lucky that you somehow manage not to trip over your own feet and fall facedown on the street.

The other agent finally speaks up in your defense. You wish he wouldn’t. “Look here, asshole—I know you’ve got a massive problem with authority and all, but she...”

“Problem with authority? Oh, I don’t got a problem when it looks that pretty.” The biker’s blue eyes are on you again as you stand up unsteadily, struggling to gather up your dignity. “I just need both of you to know you ain’t got nothing on SAMCRO. Sure as hell ain’t got shit on me.”

“Yeah, we’ll see,” you huff, casually whipping out a pair of handcuffs, hoping you can channel your inner boss bitch back again. “This case is mine now and I’m here to bring your dumb ass in for questioning. So you’re gonna stow that big overgrown ego and come with me to the station. Don’t make me use these.”

The glint of metal from the cuffs reflects and sparkles in those gorgeous eyes of his, as if they weren’t already sparkling enough. “Ohh, what a tease...” he banters playfully. “You know before the day is over you’re the one who’s gonna end up on your knees?”

Of course you know. You know exactly how this day is gonna go. This badass biker stud is gonna turn you into his cocksucking slut and teach you how to blow him till you fucking choke.

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Two minutes later, you and Jax Teller—even his name, as you found out along the way, is hot as hell—are pulling up into the nearest motel.

“Well, well,” he snickers from the backseat of your squad car, no doubt picking up on how painfully horny you are. “So much for heading to the station...”

“Shut up. I’m impatient.”

“Since when do feds take care of questioning in crap motels, darlin’?”

“I told you not to call me that again.”

“You think I’d listen?”

No, of course you didn’t.

Two more minutes later and you’re finally in a room alone with him. Burning with the desire to rip his clothes off and devour him limb from limb...

Jax shuts the door and swaggers over toward you. “So tell me, agent. What’d you bring me here to do?”

God, that cunt-soaking smirk on his face is awakening all of your deepest kinks. “What do you think?”

“Well, we both know it ain’t for questioning...” he reckons, walking up to where you’re standing. “I think it has something to do with you hearing me talk about teaching you how to suck dick.”

You visibly squirm at the sound of him saying those words again. “Oh, you cocky son of a bitch...”

His smirk widens into a grin, as he comes closer, close enough for you to feel the heat of him against your skin. “I put the cock in cocky, baby.”

Ugh, shut up and put that cock in me.

You don’t say that out loud, not yet; instead you summon all the strength you have to step back just a bit, standing with both hands on your hips. Pretending while you can that you are still the boss. “Okay, hot shot. Enough talk—time to show me what you got. Let’s see.”

Jax doesn’t waste another minute. Licks his sinfully pink lips, already getting off on just how desperate you are for this. “All right, darlin’. If you insist...”

The next few seconds feel like a slow-motion blur, of blue jeans and white boxers falling to the floor. You’re already panting like a whore. Eager for all your wildest wet dreams to come true...

There are no words for the sensation that consumes you as Jax Teller’s cock finally comes into view. It’s motherfucking huge. And not just big—it’s goddamn stunning—the most perfect shade of pink, heavy and thick, prominent veins coursing along its luscious length, exuding raw power and strength... In every way, it’s even more amazing than you had imagined.

And it shows. Jax Teller knows that his cock is perfection and that he’s a god among men. Calls you out on your gawking reaction. “There goes that jaw dropping again.”

You roll your eyes at that, though honestly they were already rolling in bliss to the back of your head. “You and my jaw... what’re you gonna fucking do about it, huh?”

He comes closer, dominating you already with the force of his blue gaze, your heartbeat hastening with every word he says and every move he makes. “Fuck your face till it breaks.”

That’s all it takes. Next thing you know you’re on your knees, just as he knew you would inevitably be. “Oh God, yes, please...”

With one strong hand he takes a firm grip of your head, the other wrapped around his dick, to keep its distance from your lips, leaving your gaping mouth just hanging in the space between his legs. “Darlin’, you’re gonna have to beg.”

Oh fuck—you need him now, so bad you can’t...

Jax goads you on. “That’s step one. Tell me what you want.”

Whatever words you’re even capable of forming, you just blurt them out. “I want that big beautiful cock inside my mouth. Right fucking now.”

“Think you deserve this dick?”

You honestly don’t give a shit. “I need it—”

“Greedy bitch,” he teases, swiping it against your lips, letting your tongue flick out to slurp all over it and lick the sweet droplet of precum off the tip.

One lick and you’re a fucking addict. “Holy shit, Jax... dick is not supposed to taste like that.”

He lets out a cocky rumble of a laugh. “Like what? Best piece of meat you ever had?”

“God, you are so bad...”

“Look who’s talkin’, slut,” he says. “Federal agent on your fucking knees in front of me. Supposed to be working a case, instead you’re begging me to fuck your filthy whore face.”

You’ve never heard anyone talk so goddamn dirty. Fuck, it’s making you so thirsty. You go on begging for just a few more seconds, till Jax finally thinks you're worthy, though you know that really nobody could ever be.

He talks you through step two: using your tongue and lips to literally worship his entire dick, from base to tip, kissing and licking every fucking perfect inch of it, slicking it up with a sloppy mess of juices, his delicious precum mixed in with the flood of your own spit.

And when it’s time for step three... finally... you’re so excited you can barely breathe. Soon you won’t be able to breathe at all—and you don’t want to be. You want your nose grinding into those gorgeous golden curls right at the base, your lower lip smashed up against his sweaty balls, inhaling his intoxicating musky scent as you savor the taste, the smell and flavor of Jax Teller as he drives his dick deep down your throat and fucks your fucking face.

He’s so enormous that you can’t manage it right away. He teases you at first, knowing you like the way it hurts, then teaches you until it works. It’s so insanely hot the way he fucking smirks, as he shows you just how to power through your gag reflex till it doesn’t exist. To take his throbbing cock deeper and deeper down your eager throat with each thrust of his hips, his thick girth smothering your tongue and stretching out your lips.

The more he dominates your face, the more completely you submit. He’s blowing your mind way more than you’re blowing his. You can't even begin to wrap your head around this state of total bliss.

Literal heaven on earth is what it is.

When Jax is ready to explode... nothing could ever have prepared you for the feeling of his load, as it pumps straight into your throat. His massive dick convulses on your tongue with each powerful pulse of white hot cum, creamy and thick, rope after rope, every drop made to be swallowed. You struggle to gulp it all down as you splutter and choke. High on the way it feels and tastes. Jax holds your head firmly in place, his breathing heaving out in heated gasps and groans, in rhythm with your stifled moans, until he’s finally finished with your face.

Then there’s step four—to thank him for the privilege of being used as his cocksucking whore. You end up doing that before he even tells you. On instinct you already knew. Which earns you some well-deserved praise.

“That’s a good little slut,” he says, smiling as he pulls out of your slobbery mouth with a gratified grunt, softly slapping the tip of his satisfied dick on your face, and then flopping down onto the floor alongside you as you both come down from your sex-induced daze.

Once your senses are clear again, somewhat, you glance at the clock. You’re an important woman with places to be. But with Jax you are—much more importantly—just a cheap slut who needs more of that big beautiful perfect cock...

Jax speaks up just then, seeming to read all the thoughts and needs swirling around in your head. “So you said... ATF school taught you how to fuck?”

You sigh and roll your eyes, wishing you could take back that stupid slip-up, from when you two had first met. You do not like to be mocked. But he won’t let you forget. So you force yourself off of the floor, with half a mind to gather up your stuff and head right out the door. “Ugh, shut up...” you grumble at him as you cling to your deluded sense of pride.

The sexy motherfucker chuckles in a pussy-slaying way that gets you all fucked up inside. He knows exactly what he’s doing. “Hey, just sayin’, darlin’—look, I taught you how to suck... now it’s your turn to teach me something, don’t you think?”

Well, when Jax Teller puts it like that... it’d be no use to try to deny him. He knows you need more of him, bad. You’re finding, in fact, that you don’t even mind the whole darlin’ thing.

Honestly, you’re warming up to this shithole called Charming. This really feels like the beginning of a profitable bond between SAMCRO and ATF. Even if the entire bond is built on Jax fucking your face... and maybe finding other ways to get each other off.

You smile back at him and shrug. “Fair enough.”

“Damn right,” he replies with a devilish glint in his eyes, so damn hot you could die. “Take me to bed, you dirty little fed. And bring the cuffs.”

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jumpingjaxx13 · 3 years

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First Lines

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Then tag 10 of your favorite authors!

No one tagged me, but I saw it and thought it would be fun! I’ll tag @boostthatgold and @immaplatypus if you want to participate! No pressure obvs!

Also, as a disclaimer, I realized that many of my first lines are rather abrupt, simple sentences, so I put in the first few lines for some. I’ll be putting a “Keep Reading” a little bit of the way down!

Finally, if you decide you want to read one of these fics, be sure to read the tags!! Many of these contain angst and/or dark themes, but not all. Please heed the tags so you can make sure it’s right for you!

1. Purpose, Kurogiri & Tomura Shigaraki

“Do you trust me?” It was a heavy question to expect a young child to answer, but there was no way to avoid asking it.

2. Tuesday Morning Flowers, Ougai Mori/Yukichi Fukuzawa

As of late, Tuesdays had become Ougai Mori's favorite day of the week. There was nothing particularly special about it-- in fact, it was an arbitrary selection that didn't harbor much significance-- but he had given it meaning of his own volition.

3. Understanding Love, Ryuunosuke Akutagawa/Atsushi Nakajima

Ryuunoske Akutagawa understood hatred.

It was something he had been saturated with as far back as he could remember. Whether he was struggling on the streets or thriving in the Port Mafia, he was more than familiar with being the object of fear and hatred. Even more so, he was accustomed to dishing it out.

4. Unstoppable Force, Ranpo Edogawa/Edgar Allan Poe

They found him on the sidewalk.

Over the course of his life, Ranpo had seen more corpses than the average person would ever wish to. They rarely perturbed him; they were little more than another element to any given case he was working on. Gruesome scenes didn’t leave him fazed in the slightest. He’d seen where a knife had sliced through someone’s throat, bullets pierced their chest, or their body had been mutilated to the point of entrails seeing the light of day.

Never before had he seen a body look this peaceful .

5. In the Language of Flowers Ch 2, Teru Hanazawa/Shigeo Kageyama

Kageyama Shigeo liked Takane Tsubomi.

Teru knew that well enough. Hell, anyone who had spent a decent amount of time around Shigeo would know that. It wasn’t something he necessarily tried to hide.

6. In the Language of Flowers Ch 1, Yuusuke Sakurai/Megumu Koyama

Love; what a concept. It was easily the strongest force in the universe while simultaneously being the most volatile. Love could be a saving grace and everything someone needed; Love could be the most destructive weapon known to mankind when wielded as such.

7. Lovely, Hatchi Kita/Robby Yarge

Betrothal.

Hatchi had only been home for a short while before the topic was brought up again. It wasn’t new in the slightest-- he had always known that he would be paired off with some wealthy gentlewoman and that he was going to have to at least pretend to like it-- but he hadn’t expected it to happen so soon.

8. Flawless, Katsuki Bakugou & Tsunagu Hakamata

“Ouch! Watch what you’re doing with that thing!”

“If you weren’t squirming around so much, you wouldn’t get poked as often.”

“Oh, fuck you.”

9. Where It Doesn’t Hurt, Tsunagu Hakamata/Keigo Takami

Heroism and death walked hand in hand. Any hero who insisted otherwise was either new, naive, or completely in denial. Hero society itself was born from the need to protect people against a new form of death and destruction that had razed the world upon the introduction of quirks, and it was impossible to separate the two.

10. Casual, Shouto Todoroki/Tenya Iida

Shouto was familiar with affection in theory . He knew what it was supposed to be like. When he was young, he experienced brief moments of loving kindness from his mother wherein she would kiss his forehead and run her fingers through his hair (the right side; he didn’t notice it at that age, but she always favored his right side).

11. Playing the Villain, Shuichi Iguchi & Tenko Shimura/Tomura Shigaraki

You can play with us, but you have to be the villain!

That was what the other kids said every time Shuichi approached them, costume cape tied around his neck and eager to join in with the other little ‘heroes.’ Even at only five years of age, he was more than familiar with that kind of discrimination-- that kind of unfairness -- but it never stopped him from going back to try again.

12. Running Out of Time, Hari Kurono/Kai Chisaki

Hari’s relationship with time was a unique one; that much, he could recognize without any issue.

13. Remembering Shirakumo, Kurogiri-centric, background Kurogiri/Atsuhiro Sako, background Shouta Aizawa/Hizashi Yamada

Being caught hadn’t been part of the plan.

14. Becoming Kurogiri, Kurogiri-centric, Kurogiri/Atsuhiro Sako, Kurogiri & Tomura Shigaraki

Something was wrong. He could feel it in his bones: a deep, throbbing ache within him making his limbs heavy and distress swell up and spread to every extremity. The epicenter of his pain was positioned right above his eye, every awful feeling radiating out from that focused point. His head spun, rushing through empty thoughts faster than he could process their meaninglessness. The pain meant something; the weight meant something; this terrible, hurried static in his head meant something, but he could not place his finger on it. He was equal parts incoherent and consumed by his blank, dark surroundings and, had he possessed the bodily control to do so, he may have succumbed to nausea.

Move. Get away. You can’t stay here. You’re not safe. They’re not safe. You need to protect them. It’s too late.

15. Keepsakes Ch 3, Yogar Lyste/Kassius Konstantine

Minister Maketh Tua had died.

The news was laid upon him without ceremony or compassion, so he hardly had the bearings to comprehend it before the topic switched over. He could hardly ask for the information to be repeated-- no, he wouldn’t have a leg to stand on, seeing as he shouldn’t have been eavesdropping on a report between an ISB agent and a superior officer. Nevertheless, even if he weren’t intruding in such an unprofessional manner, his voice was nowhere to be found. Blood rushed from his cheeks, forgetting his limbs and turning him into an ashen grey statue as daunting, echoing thoughts boomed in his head.

16. A Quiet Night, Kurogiri/Atsuhiro Sako

Kurogiri hadn’t known quiet in over a decade. Ever since taking young Tomura Shigaraki under his wing, peace had become a foreign concept to the warp villain. If his hair could show from behind his smoke, each grey hair would tell the story of another late night where sleep just wasn’t an option; another close call that had him stitching up open wounds; another task placed on Shigaraki’s shoulders that he was still far too inexperienced to execute properly of which he often took the brunt of the consequences.

17. Same, Daniel/David or Daniel & David

“ This is for your own good. You’ll understand later.”

18. The Dark Knights, Bruce Wayne/Jeremiah Valeska

Killing Jerome Valeska the second time around felt too easy. The man had clawed and ripped his way out of hell, gasping through waves of shed blood to feed his madness, his entire being a reflection of everything perverse and rotten in the human soul. To be felled by a proverbial “fall from grace” was insulting.

19. Different, Jerome Valeska & Jeremiah Valeska, Jerome Valeska & Paul Cicero

Jeremiah was nothing like Jerome.

Even before they could speak, the boys couldn’t have been more different. Jeremiah would take the cheap, plastic blocks and pile them; Jerome would wait for the perfect moment to strike and knock them down. He would laugh; Jeremiah would not.

20. How to Lie to Yourself, Janus “Deceit” Sanders

Start with something simple.

Look in the mirror and hold your own gaze. Don’t break eye contact-- that’s a sign of weakness, even to yourself.

So, it looks like I definitely do have a pattern when it comes to opening lines. Out of these, I have to say that my favorite is either Unstoppable Force’s or Flawless’s line(s).

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