💘( Mending the King! )✨

ELEVEN 

[ The Push ]

( 🤴🔨👸💋💑🏍 )

" What are you doing to me, Jax Teller? You're making me soft. I'm supposed to be the tough one, but here I am, ready to follow you to the ends of the earth. "

~ ALU ORTIZ to JAX TELLER 

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⚠️READ BEFORE CONTINUING⚠️: This chapter is all smut and will contain fetishes that might make some uncomfortable. 

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THE HALLWAY OF THE CLUBHOUSE WAS EERILY QUIET as Alu made her way toward Jax's dorm. Her feet felt heavy with every step, the weight of her emotions pressing down on her chest. She didn't know why she was there, didn't know what she expected to happen. But she couldn't shake the feeling that she needed to be close to someone who might understand what she was going through, even if it was just for a moment.

Her fist raised to knock on the door but faltered before her knuckles could meet the wood. She was so lost in her thoughts, her emotions swirling together in a storm of confusion, that she almost turned and left.

But before she could, the door swung open, revealing Jax Teller in nothing but his sweat pants. His gaze softened immediately as he took in the sight of her—eyes red, face streaked with tears, her posture tense with the weight of whatever had been haunting her.

Ten Minutes Earlier

Jax lay in bed, his hands clasped behind his head, staring blankly at the ceiling. Ima stretched out beside him, lounging in her skimpy lingerie with a smug smile on her face that usually would've been enough to get him going. But tonight, her attempts to grab his attention felt more like static than anything else. 

He'd invited her over for one reason: a distraction. Something to drown out the ache of his breakup with Tara, to clear his head by losing himself in her pussy. But now, with Ima right there, her hands on him, her lips grazing his neck—it wasn't working.

Every time he closed his eyes, it wasn't Tara's face haunting him. Not this time. It was Alu's. Her piercing gaze, that sharp wit, and, damn, those tight leather pants she was wearing earlier that day. The way they hugged her curves was seared into his mind, driving him crazy. The longer he stared at Ima, the more wrong it felt. She wasn't Alu. She never could be.

Frustrated, he pushed Ima off him mid-kiss, muttering something about not being in the mood. 

 "Seriously, Jax?! What's your deal?" she huffed, offended. 

He sighed heavily, sitting up on the edge of the bed, "This isn't gonna happen. You need to go."

Ima scoffed, "You called me, remember?"

"And now I'm telling you to leave. Don't make me say it twice." He threw her clothes at her and practically shoved her off the bed, making her gasp. 

With a huff and some muttered curses, Ima threw on her clothes and stormed out, slamming the door behind her. Jax ran a hand through his hair, frustrated but relieved. He didn't even want her in the first place. Not really.

Left alone, his mind circled back to Alu. What she'd look like under those tight leather pants, how her skin would feel against his, what sounds she'd make if he ever got the chance to fuck her. Like really fuck her. 

He groaned, running a hand down his face, "Fuck it," he muttered, leaning back against the pillows. His hand drifted south as he closed his eyes, letting his imagination take over. He pictured her walking into his room, wearing those damn pants, her dark hair tumbling over her shoulders as she stared at him with that knowing look. He imagined her leaning over him, peeling those pants off slowly, revealing every inch of her perfectly smooth pussy. 

His hand wrapped itself around his throbbing cock. Each stroke was a mix of desperation and longing. The image in his head was crystal clear—her on top of him, her hips moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm, her confidence radiating like fire. He imagined her head tilted back, her hands pressed firmly against his chest, taking every inch of him. 

He muttered to himself, a low growl in his voice, "Damn...you'd look so good like that. Taking control, making me lose it...bet you'd have me begging for more."

He ran a hand through his sweat coated hair, his breathing uneven as the fantasy deepened, "You'd make me forget my own name, wouldn't you, baby girl? Fuck, Alu..."  

His breaths came in ragged gasps, before a loud groan of pleasure left the back of his throat and his whole body shuddered as he reached his release, the white, creamy substance seeping out of his tip and down his shaft, her name a whisper on his lips as he lay there, catching his breath.

Feeling both satisfied and guilty, he sat up, grabbing a towel to clean himself off. Shaking his head at himself, he threw on some sweat pants and started to head toward the door, hoping a whiskey would silence his thoughts for a while.

But as he swung the door open...

Alu was standing there, her face tear-streaked and vulnerable. She didn't even have to say a word for him to know something was wrong.

But in that moment, all Jax could think was, thank God she didn't show up ten minutes earlier.

Because the idea of her walking in on him screwing Ima—or worse, catching him in the middle of what he'd just done—was enough to make him break out in a cold sweat.

Jax frowned, his concern palpable as he stepped aside, "Alu? Everything alright?"

Alu stood frozen in the doorway, her hands trembling as she wiped at her eyes, trying to hide the rawness in them, "I don't know what I'm doing here," she admitted softly, her voice fragile.

Jax's eyebrows furrowed, "Okay...?"

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have come here," she said, voice thick with regret.

She turned to leave, but before she could step away, Jax's hand shot out, grabbing her arm firmly, "Hey, wait," he said, his tone gentle but insistent.

Alu paused, and for a brief moment, their eyes locked. She could see the concern written across his face, but it was more than that—something else in the way he looked at her. Something that made her feel vulnerable but also...safe.

"I...I didn't mean to drag the club into my mess," she murmured, looking away, as if the words were too heavy to say out loud.

Without a word, Jax stepped forward, cupping her face in his hands. His thumb brushed over her cheekbone gently, wiping away the remnants of her tears. He didn't say anything else. Instead, his lips captured hers, soft at first, a question lingering in the kiss.

Alu's heart raced. She could feel the tension building between them, all the unspoken emotions coming to a head. She leaned into the kiss, her hands coming up to grab his shirt, pulling him closer.

But then, the guilt kicked in once more, she pulled back sharply, breathless, "I...I don't want to step on anyone's toes," she said, her voice shaking as she tried to steady herself.

Jax's eyes flickered with understanding, but he wasn't about to let her slip away again, "I broke up with Tara," he confessed quietly, his words hanging between them, raw and vulnerable.

Alu's heart skipped a beat. She couldn't believe what she was hearing, but the realisation hit her hard. Without another word, she kissed him again—hungry, desperate. This time, there was no hesitation, no doubt. Just the heat of the moment, the raw need they both felt. 

They stumbled backward into the room. Alu kicked the door closed behind her, throwing off her leather jacket, and kicking off her combat boots. Their lips never parted as their tongues came into play almost instantly. 

Jax's hands glided down the curve in her back with practise ease, slapping her ass, before giving her plump cheeks a squeeze as he lifted her from the ground, instinctively her legs wrapped themselves around his waist. 

She giggled into his mouth, while his strong arms held her in place and yours hung loosely around his neck. As the kiss became more aggressive, Jax fell back onto the bed, Alu securely straddling his waist.

Guiding her off him momentarily, Jax slid off his sweat pants and box briefs. Following suit, Alu slid down her panties and leather tights, while Jax helped her out with her shirt and bra. Undoing the clip on the back of her lacy, black bra, Jax left the straps gracefully drop down her shoulders. A large grin crossed both their faces as Alu tossed it aside and placed herself back on top of him—right where she belonged.

Jax wasted no time grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling her down for another passionate kiss, their tongues dancing together in a fiery tango. 

Alu's hands slid down his chest, fighting for control. Her confidence was electric, filling the space between them as she kissed him back just as fercely, her fingers tangling in his long locks. She was in control now—grabbing his neck, she pushed him down, pinning him to the mattress, making him feel every inch of her dominance.

Alu paused, staring down at him, both their breaths coming in shallow gasps, as her eyes darkened with a warning, "This is a one-time thing," she said, her voice low and commanding. "No strings attached. Never again. And there will be no lost puppy dog eyes from across the room. No calls. No texts. And absolutely no more late night visits." 

Jax's breath hitched as he nodded rapidly, a smirk plastered across his face, "Yes, ma'am," he said, his voice husky with desire. 

Without another word, Alu leaned down, kissing him with an intensity that left them both breathless. Her lips travelled down his neck, eventually reaching his chest, her hands sensually moving in toe. Her nails dug into his skin, making him hiss in pain, but a grin was plastered across his face, showing he was enjoying every moment of it. 

A moan slipped from Alu's lips as Jax's hands wondered her body, his fingers working their magic on her nipples, turning them into ice picks as they perked up by his simple touch, sending a surge of excitement through her entire body. 

Jax could feel his hard cock throbbing, begging to be touch as Alu's lips wrapped around his nipples, teasing them with her tongue. A giggle escaped her lips when her tongue explored the rest of Jax's muscular form, until she found exactly what she was looking for. 

Alu slipped off the bed with practise ease, keeping her eyes locked onto Jax's blue ones, as she knelt down on the floor, her knees rubbing against the carpet. With a cheeky wink, she ran her tongue up his shaft with one seductive movement, before wrapping her lips around him. 

Jax smirked as he laid back, resting his head on his hands, "Fuck," he breathed, eyes rolling to the back of his head at the feeling of her lips wrapped tightly around his pulsating cock. Grabbing a handful of her hair, he started guiding her movements, her head bobbing up and down. 

Alu gagged as he practically fucked her mouth, saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth. 

"Fuck, baby girl," Jax groaned, his grip tightening on her hair. "You're gonna make me cum before I get a chance to fuck you." 

A small giggle was heard as Alu pulled back, her eyes burning with desire as she met Jax's gaze, her moist lips shining in the soft light coming from the bedside lamp, "Been awhile, huh?" she asked, her hand now stroking his cock, the friction driving Jax's to the edge. 

"Tara wasn't really into the oral stuff," he managed to grunt out, his head colliding with the pillow once more as he fought to keep himself together. 

"Ooh...well, I've got quite the appetite. Maybe I can help make up for what you've been missing." And before Jax could answer, her lips were wrapped back around him, her speed increasing, as she twisted her hand around his fat shaft, her lips following closely behind. 

Jax's chest heaved as a pleasurable groan escaped the back of his throat, "Fuck, darlin'. You're gonna kill me." 

"Well, at least you'll die satisfied," she murmured when she came up for air. "Can't say the same about Tara." Her tongue came back out to play, flicking his knob, before gliding down his length and playing badminton with his full balls. She took them both in her mouth, earning breathless grunts from Jax, before she brought her attention back to the main event.

Pushing herself up to her feet, she moved with grace, placing herself on top of the blonde, she gripped his base, before sinking down onto him, a gasp escaping her lips. 

Jax's head snapped back, his eyes locked onto the ceiling as if he had just been electrocuted with pure, unexplained pleasure. 

But Alu's eyes darkened at the sight, grabbing his chin roughly, she turned his face, so his eyes met hers, "Look at me," she demanded. "Look at me when I fuck you." 

Jax's eyes widened in shock, but a chuckle escape his lips, enjoying being dominated a lot more than he thought he would've. 

And as Alu started to move her hips, riding him with practised precision, Jax's world narrowed to just her—her confident rhythm, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders, her lips slightly parted in pleasure. The words he'd once said to Tara echoed in his mind: 'When I'm inside someone, there's only one face I see.'

But this time, it wasn't Tara's face. It wasn't anyone else's. 

It was Alu.

Her. Only her.

She looked absolutely stunning—flushed with passion, a mixture of dominance and vulnerability in her expression that left him completely undone. Their gazes remained locked the entire time, because nothing else mattered. Jax reached up, his hands trailing over her hips, bucking himself into her roughly, silently amazed by the intensity of what he was feeling.

For the first time in a long while, everything felt—real. 

"You're so fucking beautiful," Jax whispered, his eyes watching her every move closely. 

Alu moaned his name ever-so-softly, running her hands over her silky smooth body as she leaned back, quickening her pace. 

"So fucking tight, baby girl!" Jax hand gripped her hips tightly as he started to greedily guide her movements. 

As Alu continued to ride him with unrelenting intensity, she leaned forward, her lips crashing against his in a hungry, bruising kiss as she bobbed up and down on his big dick. Jax groaned into her mouth, digging his nails into her hips, which surprisingly made her moan, as blood drippled down her thighs. 

Alu's kiss turned sharper in an instant as she bit into his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood.

"Shit, Alu!" he hissed, the sting surprising him, but there was no anger in his voice—just desire.

She pulled back, a smirk curling onto her lips as she swiped her tongue across the faint trace of blood, "Relax, hotshot," she purred, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "I just wanted a taste."

Jax let out a low laugh, his hands sliding over her backside, "Ooh...you're a kinky one, aren't you?" he muttered, his voice rough with amusement and arousal.

"And you love it," she shot back, moving her hips again in a way that made him forget the sting entirely.

"Damn straight," he echoed, slapping her butt cheeks hard enough to leave a mark, before giving them both a squeeze.

Jax was quick to change their positions, pinning her wrist above her head, "You ready to be fucked, baby girl," he hissed in her face. 

"Yes," she bit into he lower lip, lust burning in her eyes. "Fuck me, Jackson. I'm ready for you to be balls deep inside me."

Jax gripped Alu's hips as he thrusted into her, his movements rough and commanding, yet perfectly in tune with her desires. Her nails clawed at his back, leaving crimson trails behind as she gasped his name. He leaned forward, his lips grazing her shoulder, and then, he bit down—not enough to hurt but enough to send a shiver of raw electricity through her. The taste of her metallic blood lingering on his lips. 

Alu let out a guttural moan, her body arching against his as the sharp sensation drove her wild, "Fuck, Jax! Harder!" she hissed, her voice thick with pleasure, her hands tangling in his hair as he chuckled low in her ear, his teeth still teasing her skin. 

"You like that, huh?" he growled, biting down just a little harder, and she completely unraveled beneath him, her cries echoing in the room. "That's right, baby girl, let 'em hear who's making you feel this good. Don't hold back—I want the whole fucking clubhouse to know who's got you screaming tonight." Jax's hips slapped violently against hers as he hit her g-spot over and over again.

As Jax's moves became relentless, getting deeper and deeper, Alu's body started to tremble in ways she hadn't expected. Her breath hitched, her back arching as a sudden wave of pressure built up, overwhelming her. Before she could process it, a powerful surge coursed through her, and she gasped in shock as her body released in an intense wave, squirting hard against Jax.

A big grin crossed Jax's face, having felt the warm, explosive liquid between her legs, soaking the bed sheets beneath them, "Fuck, baby girl. That was a big one. Fucking soaked me." 

Alu froze, the unexpected sensation washing over her in waves of embarrassment. Her face flushed, and she quickly pulled away slightly, covering her face with her hand, "Oh, my God...I—I've never—" she stammered, feeling utterly exposed.

Jax, however, didn't miss a beat. He stopped his movements, gazing down at her with a mixture of awe and satisfaction, "Hey, it's okay," he said softly, his thumb brushing over her cheek as he pulled her back toward him. "You have no idea how hot that was, darlin'. Don't be embarrassed." He leaned in, kissing her forehead with a tender smile, "That was fucking amazing. In fact..." He met her gaze with a rare intensity, biting into his bottom lip as he lowered himself, placing his head between her legs. 

Alu gasped at the feeling of Jax's tongue mopping up her juices. A hum of delight left his lips as he ate her out. Alu's breathing picked up, moaning as she tugged at her own hair, curling her toes as she felt a shiver of pleasure run up her spine. 

Pulling back, Jax smirked at the whine that left Alu's lips. 

"Baby, I need more," she practically begged, her hands moving down to her folds as she started to rub her clit, a sweet hummed left her lips as her head snapped back against the pillow. 

Jax chuckled at the sight, his lustful eyes unable to tear themselves away from the scene, feeling his cock throb once more, desperately needing to feel his own release, "Head down, ass up," he ordered. 

Alu turned herself around on her hands and knees, and like instructed, her head was down and her ass was up. Giving her booty a teasing wiggle, and said in an innocently sweet voice, "Like this, darling?"

"That's perfect, baby girl." He hummed in delight, taking in the beautiful scene in front of him. He didn't waste any time, before he started to run his hands up and down the her perfect body. He leaned down kissing her neck, brushing his lips against her ear, "I want to cum inside your pussy. You okay with that?" he whispered into her ear, lightly nibbling on it. 

Alu's breath hitched in her throat at his words, he hadn't rubbered up, so she knew he wanted to fill her up with his load. She was on the pill, so she knew she was safe, well, at least 93 percent safe, from getting pregnant. But she had a feeling that Jax was a bit of a man whore and worried about how clean he actually was. But he had already been fucking her raw all night, so if he had something she would of already caught it. Her racing thoughts were cut short when his fingers started to dance against her clit, making a moan slip from her lips, and she was done for. 

As soon as he got that nod of approval, he placed himself back inside her tight form. Alu bit down hard on her bottom lip, gripping the bedhead tightly as screams of pleasure spilled out at the feeling of Jax Teller thrusting deep inside her. She gasped when his hand wondered down south once more, slipping two fingers between her folds. 

"Holy shit!" Alu gasped. "Jax—Oh, fuck!" Her breathing was picking up once again; chest rising up and down. 

Jax's cheeky chuckle filled the room, "You like being fucked like this, don't you?" 

Alu hummed, nodding her head rapidly, "Fuck yes!" she shouted, following Jax's earlier instructions. "Harder, Jax! Please, fuck me harder. Oh, yes! Just like that, Jax! Fill my pussy." 

Jax growled into her ear, his voice rough and dripping with pride, "That's it, darlin'. Let them hear you. Scream my name, baby girl—make sure everyone knows exactly who's making you feel this good tonight." Picking up the pace, he drove in a little deeper, his fingers playing with her clit, while his lips found hers, his tongue practically fucking her mouth. 

"Oh, yes! Jax—" Her voice broke. 

As their bodies tensed and shuddered in unison, their release crashing over them like a tidal wave, leaving them breathless and tangled together. The room was filled with the sound of heavy breathing, but then a loud thump came from the wall behind Jax's bed. 

"Jesus Christ, could ye two keep it down fer five bloody minutes?!" Chibs' unmistakable Scottish brogue cut through the silence, sharp and annoyed. "Some of us are tryin' tae sleep!"

Alu buried her face into Jax's chest, muffling her laugh as his shoulders shook with amusement, "Guess we were a little loud," she murmured, still catching her breath. 

Jax smirked, stroking her back lazily, "Worth it," he whispered, pressing a kiss to her temple as they both chuckled, the tension melting into shared satisfaction and mischief. 

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The room was quiet, the air still thick with the remnants of their passion. Moonlight slipped through the blinds, casting faint stripes across the tangled sheets. Jax lay sprawled across the bed, his chest rising and falling steadily. Alu sat on the edge of the mattress, her back to him, her fingers absently tracing the tattoo on her wrist.

The ink read, 'Salvación' (Spanish for 'Salvation') which was scripted elegantly on her wrist, with the 'O' shaped like a small sun, signifying Moss as the light of her life. 

He watched her for a moment, his gaze softening. There was something vulnerable about the way her shoulders slumped, as if the weight of the world pressed down on her. He could tell she was retreating, pulling herself back behind her walls. But he couldn't let that happen. 

With a tilt of his head and his arms spread wide, Jax spoke, his voice low but firm, "Come here, darlin'."

She hesitated, her head turning slightly, just enough for him to see the conflict in her eyes. For a moment, it looked like she might refuse, but then, with a quiet sigh, she crawled back toward him. He pulled her into his arms, holding her close as if she might disappear.

The kiss he gave her wasn't hurried or demanding—it was slow, deep, filled with an unspoken promise. His fingers brushed against her cheek, their gazes locking as they broke apart.

"Come to Belfast," he said softly, the words hanging in the air between them.

Her face fell instantly, a warning flashing in her dark eyes, "Jax..."

Before she could say more, he cut her off, his voice steady, though there was an edge of desperation to it, "Before you say no—just hear me out." He shifted, cupping her cheek as he gazed down at her, "I trust you, Alu. And I know you're the one who's gonna help me bring my son home. You've got the strength, the guts, and the heart to do what no one else can. I need you there with me. Because I know you're the only one that will always tell me the truth." 

Her lips parted slightly, and for a moment, he thought she might argue. But instead, she let out a sigh, her hand coming up to caress his cheek. Her thumb brushed over his jawline, her touch soft but deliberate, "What are you doing to me, Jax Teller?" she whispered, her lips curving into a faint smile. "You're making me soft. I'm supposed to be the tough one, but here I am, ready to follow you to the ends of the earth."

Jax's smirk broke through, his blue eyes gleaming with amusement, "I'm telling you, it's my charming smile." 

She let out a soft laugh, rolling her eyes, before playfully slapping his chest, "Oh, shut up."

"Can't help it if I'm irresistible, baby," he teased, his grin widening.

This time, she didn't fight the laugh that bubbled up inside her. It was small but genuine, and for the first time that day, the weight on her shoulders seemed to lift completely. 

As their laughter faded, Jax pulled her close, pressing his lips to the top of her head, lingering there as his fingers traced soothing circles on her back.

Alu nestled against his chest, closing her eyes as his heartbeat steadied her own. Maybe it was foolish, but in his arms, she felt safe—at home. 

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