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hotdamnhunnam · 3 years

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Suck It Like You Mean It

Part 1 of The Prospect & The President

A/N: Here’s the start of a 2-part series with Jax and a gender-neutral reader, based on the below requests! *The idea is that this fic can be enjoyed from the perspective of any reader, with no reference to gender-specific features.* Anyone reading as a woman can just imagine that SAMCRO admits women! (hard to believe, I know, but hey this is fanfiction 🙃)

Pairing: Jax Teller x gender-neutral reader Warnings: smut, swearing, dirty talk, dom!Jax, humiliating hazing process, face-fucking and ball-sucking (in Part 1), anal sex (coming up in Part 2) Requests: Request 1 (+ follow-up) and Request 2 from @malethirsty

Word Count: ~2.9k

Note: Anyone reading as a woman can just imagine that SAMCRO admits women! (hard to believe, I know, but hey this is fanfiction 🙃)

So you just drove through town tonight stark naked on your bike. You knew the hazing process would be criminal, to join Redwood Originals, but you had no clue this is what it would be like. By now you’re pretty sure that prospecting for SAMCRO was the stupidest mistake of your entire goddamn life.

“Gave Charming one hell of a view, didn’t you,” the President taunts, as you throw all your clothes back on. Seeing you mortified like this is just what he wants. And to make matters worse, he’s such a fucking flirt, always looking at you like an object of thirst.

Taking a drag of his cigarette, Jax playfully pats the top of your head. “C’mon—you weren’t completely naked...” he says, amused that this task got you so damn upset. “We made sure you wore your helmet. Safety first.”

“Did your ass ever have to do that?” you snap, not afraid to start sassing back at him in front of the rest of the crew. “Tell me, Jax. You must’ve had the easiest time ever, back when you were an initiate. Born into the patch. Bet that birthright took you straight from member to VP to President. You know it’s true.”

He shrugs. Quite clearly doesn’t give two fucks.

You shoot him a resentful glare. “Just doesn’t seem fair. All the shit you put me through...”

“Fair? Ask me if I care,” he snickers. Rakes his fingers through his rich blonde hair. “So what—you wanna see me naked, too? Who knew?”

Ugh. But of course you do. And yes, of course he knew—everyone does, because your crush on Jax is so painfully obvious. The way you turn to mush, whenever you’re together, makes it clear that you’re a slut for Mr. Teller.

“Tell you what: I’ll do you one better,” he offers, stepping closer to surround you in the scent of smoke and leather. “Not just see me naked... maybe I’ll be generous with this big dick of mine and let you touch it. Taste it.”

...um. Excuse me, Mr. President?

His snicker darkens as he sees your bottom lip twitch. “Know you want to, bitch. Just face it.”

“J-Jax, you can’t be serious...”

But of course he is. Blowing a wisp of smoke from his delicious lips, he stares into your eyes and reads all the desires you’ve been trying to keep hidden. “Do you think I’m kiddin’?”

Oh, holy fuck no. He most definitely isn’t.

As you realize that the bastard isn’t joking, your whole throat contracts to swallow down that fact. Dying to swallow all of Jax. You’re fucking choking.

The room falls silent as he reaches for his belt buckle. The tension in the air between the two of you boils over, fucking crackles, as the President takes your initiation process just a step further...

“You want the patch?” he asks, blue eyes piercing and savage, fierce as bloody murder. “I promise this’ll put you on the fast track. Move you up the pecking order.”

Jax is unfastening his belt... then unzipping his fly... and you’re about to melt, to die, whole body aching with the worst thirst you have ever felt. A hopeless puddle of arousal. You cannot think straight at all.

Still with his cigarette in one hand, he reaches the other hand into his unbuttoned pants, now as he issues his command. “All you gotta do is suck my dick and balls.”

Ugh, holy hell... he acts so nonchalant and natural, makes it sound so casual. It’s really not, when you’ve been dreaming of this more than words can tell. You try to brush it off with an exasperated eye-roll. “You are such a fucking asshole...”

“Yeah, what else is new? Being an asshole’s part of being presidential,” Jax reminds you, with a wicked smirk that slices you straight through. “Now just shut up or else I’ll make you lick that, too.”

Oh God. At least he has got to be kidding about that. You should be so disgusted by the thought, of such a nasty act—yet somehow when it comes to Jax... you’re not? Christ, why is he so fucking hot...

Now that the President is really getting down to business, his VP wisely decides this isn’t something that the other Sons should witness. Chibs lets a whistle out and beckons everyone to head toward the exit. “...‘ey, let’s split. Reckon the rest of us got no reason to see this.”

Most of the men are in agreement. One resists.

No surprise who it is; Chibs hollers back at the sergeant. “C’mon, Tig.”

Before he reluctantly heads out with everyone else, Tig lingers to make one small request. In silence, with a not-so-subtle snapping gesture of his fingers, hoping Jax will read his lips. Since he’s the only one who’d have the nerve, to ask for this: Take pics?

Jax reacts with a laugh and a shake of his head. “Fuck off, perv,” he rejects as he puts out his cigarette. “Know you’ve already seen my dick. Caught you staring at it in the bathroom so often it’s sick.”

Tig won’t try to deny that, though he does have something to add. “Sure, seen the President’s big stick... but not Y/N sucking it.”

Fuck this, you think. Already burning up with shame just at the thought of what—of who—will soon be going down: you, on the motherfucking king. You’re not about to do this thing, if anybody else is still around. And so you cross your arms over your chest with an indignant pout. “If he doesn’t get out, I’m not letting your dick anywhere near my mouth.”

The President quirks up his brows, quite amused and a little aroused, at the sight of you putting your foot down. To him it’s hilarious seeing you take a stand, when he is clearly the one in command.

At least in this instant, his own preferences align with your demand. “Well, you heard Y/N,” he tells the sergeant. “Get the fuck out, Tiggy. Now.”

Jax spoke that last word in a loud, threatening growl that has Tiggy obeying all too quickly. Hauling ass out of the clubhouse.

And at last you and Jax are all alone here in this room, just you and him. Your poor heart pounding like a drum. So damn turned on that one more word out of his mouth will probably make you fucking cum...

Jax knows it. Knows the force of his presence is already taking you over the edge. And shows it. Gets off on exerting his power like this, such a natural-born alpha male dom. His big dick energy is so raw, and so rich, it drops your jaw and strikes you dumb. “Why aren’t you on your knees yet, bitch?”

Well, there it is. Of course those are the words this dirty bastard says. Your underwear’s a mess. What little was left of your dignity just shattered, and the worst part is... it doesn’t even matter. Honestly couldn’t care less.

You lose all sense of feeling and control over your own damn legs. Instinctually kneeling down before the Pres. Helpless to do anything else, because he is a living breathing god of sex.

“How long you been dreaming about this?” he teases, smirking down at you as he eases his jeans down his hips.

At the promise of Jax Teller’s dick—so delicious, so big... you’re unable to keep your tongue from hanging out over your lower lip. But he stops just before you can hope to catch a precious glimpse of the tip, sticking out through his boxers. Wicked motherfucker.

He laughs down at you as your breathing starts to splutter. Humiliating and degrading you like none other. “Answer the question, cocksucker.”

You try to act as if you have a little fight left to resist... resist all this, although you both know that is blatantly untrue. Of course you don’t. The words escape you in a filthy little groan. “Fuck you.”

“Mmm, fuck me? Yeah, bet you’ve been dreaming of that, too,” Jax taunts as he suddenly grabs your head, pulling your face toward his crotch roughly. Rubbing your face on the denim. The feel and the smell of him... God, every damn thing about him is knocking you dead. “If only you’d be so lucky. You should know it’s a privilege just to suck me.”

“Yes, sir,” you answer, too far gone to try to pretend any longer. Sighing in pleasure, as you let yourself surrender to your hungers. “Yes, I know...”

“There we go. Finally some honesty from my cocksucking hoe,” he snarls, as he pulls down his boxers and jeans, releasing the object of all of your dirtiest dreams: his huge cock and his heavy balls. So proud and powerful and presidential. He fucking beams, knowing you’re gonna take it all. “Now go on and blow your way into SAMCRO.”

You moan in bliss, leaning forward to lock your lips around the tip. Swirling your tongue along the slit, to lap the luscious bit of precum leaking out of it, so desperate to devote your mouth to taking every precious drop that drips...

Jax grunts and bucks his hips—he obviously knew that you were thirsting for this dick, but had no clue you would be this enthusiastic.

You can’t be any other way when his dick looks and tastes like magic. Your reaction is orgasmic. Popping your lips off of the tip with a loud slurping sound, you take a second to throw your head back, just to soak in his mind-blowing flavor, to take it all down. The sweet flavor of Jax. Made to be fucking savored. You reach up toward his massive dick and wrap your hands around, unable to believe your luck.

“Ugh, Jesus fuuuck...” you groan in ecstasy, obsessed with him like crazy. Practically cumming already. Just one taste and you’re addicted to his cock.

Jax seems to be digging this too, blue gaze dark with arousal as he towers over you, loving the view. The look in your eyes and the lust in your voice... he gets off on seeing and hearing how much you enjoy being his little fucktoy. On knowing your mouth is about to get fucking destroyed. So completely and utterly fucked. Seeing you down on your knees, so damn eager to please, has him hard as a rock.

He’s so big it’s a motherfucking joke. Just the sight makes you want to choke, and you can’t wait to have him buried in your throat.

With his enormous girth encircled in your fists, you slurp another drop of precum off the tip, licking your lips, and start to stroke. Using your hands to warm up, till you’re all set to deepen the blowjob. To guzzle and gag as you swallow him all the way back. “Holy shit, Jax—I can’t believe we’re doing this...”

“Better fucking believe it,” he teases, gloating in the fact that your fate is now sealed as his cocksucking bitch. For so long you’ve been dreaming of catching just one precious glimpse of the President’s dick; there is no going back now that you’ve finally seen it. Especially not with the words that he says right this minute. “Suck it like you mean it.”

His wish is your goddamn command. You would do anything for this absolute god of a man.

On the instant, you drop both your hands, to start cradling his bulging balls... as you gape your mouth wide, taking his throbbing cock deep inside... going straight for the goal to devour him whole, till his dick hits the core of your soul, getting off on the thrill of it all. His grip tightens around your skull, holding you firmly in place. There is no time to waste. You need Jax to start fucking your face, dominate and degrade you in all of the dirtiest ways...

And he does. Fast and rough, just the way that you love. Jax has secretly always been wanting this too, ever since he first met you. It’s your face he sees every time he jacks off.

Now it’s your face he sees as he splits it in half with the force of his thick veiny shaft. Driving into your throat till you gag, moaning as he feels the muscles of your mouth contract, swallowing hard to feed your thirst, cheeks hollowing around his massive girth, milking his cock for all it’s worth, until he fucking bursts. Groaning and gulping all around him as you strive to take him further back, ‘cause you can’t get enough. You’ve never been so fucking stuffed... but the cockslut inside you won’t be satisfied till he fucking erupts, filling you up.

“Jesus Christ...” he sighs, throwing his head back and closing his eyes. Struggling just to hold back the tides. If he dares to look down now and meet your adoring gaze, honestly might explode just at the sight. God, his balls are already so full and so tight...

At the thought, you recall that his orders had also included you sucking his nuts. And you have to obey your god, no matter what. That’s your role, as the President’s slut.

Jax’s grasp on your head has weakened, for a second, as he tries to focus on holding himself off from blowing his load. So you suddenly take the chance now to remove his huge dick from your dirty whore throat. Drop your mouth toward his balls, to suck on them just as you were told.

You start slobbering over them one by one, servicing them with your tongue. Loving the way he smells and tastes, rubbing them sensuously all across your face. He looks down at you now as you gaze up at him with insatiable lust and passion, hoping desperately that you are serving your king to his satisfaction. You most certainly seem to be, judging by his intense gasping reactions.

“Holy fuck, Y/N... so good... oh God—so fucking hot...” he grunts, gripping his dick as you keep worshiping his balls with your slick tongue, biting his lip as you take both of them inside your mouth at once. It’s no secret that he’s been with hundreds of whores, but there’s no mouth or cunt he’s ever fucked before that’s been as mind-blowing as yours. You’re taking him up to heaven with this face-fucking, ball-sucking blowjob. “Ugh, such a perfect little slut... giving me everything I want... don’t fucking stop...”

Grabbing onto his muscular thighs for dear life, mouth stuffed full of his nuts like a good little slut, you look up, to deliver a silent reply with your wide open eyes. A promise of submission to Jax Fucking Teller: Yes, sir. Won’t stop ever. I live for your pleasure. Won’t stop serving you till I die.

By now the President is riding high, and needs your mouth back on his cock to suck him dry. You’re both so horny you could die. He looks so fucking hot like this, so gorgeous you could cry—strung out and openmouthed, breathless, his golden hair a goddamn mess, loose strands falling to frame his flawless face, as he stares down at you with his blazing blue gaze.

He explodes just as soon as your lips wrap around him again. And it’s literal fucking heaven.

“Fuuuck, Y/N...” Jax euphorically groans as he blows his huge load, shooting rope after rope of his thick creamy cum straight down the back of your thirsting throat. Holding you close, fucking crushing your nose, smushing your bottom lip up against his balls, as you drain every drop out of them just to swallow it all. All your senses are flooded with his luscious taste and his rich musky scent and the sound of him screaming your name. You’re officially Jax Teller’s cocksucking slut and have no fucking shame.

At some point your hands ended up in your own pants, in these last few moments. Your mind is so lost that you’re not really sure when it happened, but from the wetness in your crotch, you know this much: he’s definitely not the only one who came.

Once he’s finally done, you just cling to the hope that this wasn’t all some sort of game, just for fun. For the sake of humiliation, as a part of your SAMCRO initiation. Surely that had been Jax’s intent—but now, given how everything went... will he still be determined to pretend? How can the two of you go back to being nothing more than friends? The lowly little prospect and the high and mighty President...?

A knock at the door interrupts your thoughts all of a sudden, followed by a familiar Scottish voice. “Ye done in there yet, Jackie Boy? Urgent club business just came up. Needs your attention.”

Jax swipes his palm over his sweat-beaded forehead and clears his throat. Meanwhile yours is still deliciously coated with all the cum you’ve swallowed. Still kneeling in your position of submission, still in love with his perfection...

“Y-yeah, we’re done,” he stammers out, swiftly sliding his softening erection from your mouth. Pulling his jeans back on. Pats the top of your head, the way he does so often. Maybe you could take it as a gesture of affection, yet somehow right in this moment, it just makes you feel like nothing but his filthy little pet. His dirty little whore. Of fucking course.

Before he heads toward the door, to tend to more important work, the President flashes you a smirk, and finishes this business with four words. So cold and short it fucking hurts. “Thanks—that was fun.”

And then he’s gone.

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... Continued in Part 2!

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skye-hudson · 4 years

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dinner || mason + skye

ABOUT: Skylar has Mason cook her dinner and meal prep for her for the week.

Skylar Hudson

Things had not been going to plan. Everything went to hell in a hand basket the very moment she made herself known in the public chat again. Isolation had been so much easier. With the arrival of her sister, Skye felt unstable so reaching out to Mason gave her a little bit of control to grasp onto. They'd spend the evening together and then she'd go get that nightcap with Dani. Skye was already dressed in the short, tight ass dress that Dani had dropped off. No one on this island (aside from her step brothers and sister) had ever seen Skylar in a dress. It wasn't her style. Because she didn't own heels she was wearing her black gladiators on her feet. Her hair and make up were done to perfection (also a rare sight). She had let Mason in while she was still in her robe with specific instructions to get to work. The cookies she'd baked earlier were out on the counter. Now that she was dressed, she came to lean against the counter and watch him. "I told my sister how nice you are to look at when you cook for me."

Mason McCarthy

Mason could tell that Miss Skylar was having a rough time today. It seemed that his coming over with groceries to cook for her was aptly timed. "You look lovely in that dress Miss." He couldn't help but compliment her as he reached over the stovetop to stir the vegetables, and check the roast chicken in the oven. Happily, the food would only take a few more minutes, 15 minutes at the latest, then he could get out of the Dominant's way. "Do you have a hot date later Miss?" He asked this question genuinely, appreciating the fact that the Dominant clearly took the time to put herself together. "I appreciate you saying so Miss, that's very kind. I'm quite relaxed in the kitchen after years of practice. Fifteen minutes more and then we can take everything off, gather them into containers and you're meal prep for the week should be concluded."

Skylar Hudson

Skye scrunched her nose a little and straightened the dress some, it felt too damn short and she wasn't allowed panties. "Thank you, Mason. Dresses aren't really my thing." Running a hand through her hair, she gave a small nod. "A wine date with Dani to make up for the fact that James put me under orders on our last one. Hence the dress. It's hers. And it's what she wanted me in so..." Skye trailed off. She watched him, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Well, it's true. And you are. I enjoy watching you cook. You're just what I needed. This week has been a fucking train wreck."

Mason McCarthy

"You're very welcome Skye. Cooking calms me, so it's a perfect activity for me as well. I hope having some food ready made makes your week easier for you." Mason knew that having food ready ahead of time saved himself a headache, plus not having to do more than warm up a main meal and throwing some bread or fruit beside it...simple, easy eating. "I'm jealous. Dani seems like an awesome person to have a wine date with. She's so funny and kind. I credit her welcoming me into Devil's Key to helping me adjust to things around here." He nodded, understanding the idea of someone suggesting he wear something in the past. "I get that. Sometimes Doms have dressed me in skimpy clothes before hanging out. But you do look great. It was kind of Dani to loan the dress for you to wear. Having a do over wine date sounds like just what you need Skye."

Skylar Hudson

Skylar smirked. "I like it better when you call me Miss, Mason." A soft laugh left her lips. "She's definitely a wonderful wine date. I owe her more than just a drink tonight." Mason was so thoughtful and sweet and charming and it was refreshing to be around after the week she'd had. "Thank you." Skye grabbed a cookie and broke it in half. She ate it with a hum and brought the other half up t his lips. "It was. Nice of her. Granted, I did tell her that if that's what she wanted she'd have to bring me a dress. I don't own any. Nor do I own any skirts."May 21, 2020

Mason McCarthy

Mason nodded. "Okay, Miss Skye. Miss." He stumbled a bit, loving that Skylar was able to loosen up and laugh a little. "I'm sure Dani will appreciate anything that you offer her Miss." His eyes widened after he pulled out the last of the food from the oven. "Gosh, these cookies look delicious." Mason moaned as Skye fed him a cookie. It was sweet, soft and oh so yummy. "You did an awesome job with these cookies. I'll have to ask Dani for some shopping help soon. I've been meaning to grab some skirts from the store. I haven't worn many since my cheerleading days."

Skylar Hudson

A lopsided smile pulled at her lips at the little fumble. "My body should suffice, wouldn't you say?" Her smile quirked a little at the praise of her baking. "They are my mother's recipe." Skye leaned back against the counter once more and rose a brow. "Oh, really? You were a cheerleader? I suppose I can see that."

Mason McCarthy

"Of course it should miss. Please don't misinterpret what I said. Your body is gorgeous. How come you don't enjoy wearing dresses?" Mason said, curious as he began putting together the meals, adding them to containers stacked inside her fridge. "All finished Miss. Is there something else you'd like me to do Skye?"

Skylar Hudson

Skye laughed a little. She definitely hadn't misinterpreted anything but it was cute to hear him try and make up for it anyway. "I only enjoy them if I'm forced into them. They're just so girly. I prefer skinny jeans." She watched him work, fascinated by people who could cook when she would probably burn down the kitchen. "Was there something else you wanted to do, Mason?" She rose an amused brow.May 24, 2020

Mason McCarthy

"Huh, that's interesting. How many pairs of skinny Jean's do you think you own?" Mason wondered, trying to respond. "Ugh, do you mean generally, or sexually Miss?"

Skylar Hudson

"At least five. Also have some leggings and faux leather pants. And black slacks. And a bunch of shorts. I've been here too fucking long already." Skye laughed at the next question. "Well.. seeing as you know one of my limits is Dominating in the bedroom- generally speaking will do."

Mason McCarthy

"I remember Miss. What would you like to talk about?" Mason smiled as Skylar listed the slacks she owned. "Woah, that's quite a collection. Do you like to wear shorts best?"May 25, 2020

Skylar Hudson

"I like options." She shrugged some. "You didn't answer me, Mason." Skylar ignored his question and narrowed her eyes a bit.May 29, 2020

Mason McCarthy

Mason shook his head. "No, I didn't mean anything by it Miss. I was just wondering. Because people on the island have different methods. I just had sex on the mind because I haven't done anything with women on the island since arriving here. That's all." Mason said, looking at Skye to be sure she knew he was paying attention to her, even though the Switch wanted desperately to look around the room instead.

#mason

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