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Easy, Killer (NSFW) Happy X OC

Imagine being friends with a croweater and going to a club party with her. She points out that one of the members is eye-fucking you the entire night.

Words: 3,357

Rating: M for mature / NSFW (smut... like, a lot)

Pairing: Happy X Fem!OC (Morgan)

"Man, you are one lucky little bitch." Skylar remarked with a smirk and a swig of beer, chuckling when Morgan's head snapped in her direction as she adjusted her breasts. "What are you talking about?" She went to take a sip of her own beer as she turned her attention to her skirt, hiking it up farther and making Morgan roll her eyes internally at her.

She'd known her since middle school and shared an apartment together in Charming when college didn't work out for either of them. Of course, most of Skylar's nights she was at the Son's clubhouse; letting whatever horny puppy she found guide her into their room. If Morgan remembered correctly, the mutt's name was Kozik this month.

Back when Skylar first started becoming a croweater she had no idea what she was getting herself into, being involved with her. With Charming being such a small town, she'd of course heard of them through the sex-demonized-lenses of the locals. But it quickly became apparent that Morgan wouldn't be dragged into anything, so long as she kept her nose clean and her legs closed.

The whole thing didn't really bother her; so long as she was able to pay rent and financially support herself. Who cared if she had a hobby? She wasn't stupid; she always kept condoms on her, took birth control, and got checked for STD's and STI's constantly.

Skylar moved her eyes from Morgan, to the corner of the bar; signaling for her to glance over. With a tired sigh, she looked over, searching for what she had picked out so expertly in the crowd of people around them. Her eyes landed on the table full of bikers, her gaze stopping on a bald man with a toothpick between his teeth. He rolled it across his tongue as his eyes worked their way along her body shamelessly; stopping momentarily to appreciate the low neckline of the shirt she had borrowed from Skylar... rather, the shirt she had forced her to wear, specifically because it was two sizes too small and 'make your breasts look amazing'.

"That's one Daddy I haven't been able to bag." She smirked, impressed that he was even looking at her the way he was, given his history of staying away from most croweaters. Morgan sniggered, looking to the table as she felt her face warm up.

"Fix your top, let the girls out! If I can't get him, you sure as hell should try!" She encouraged, pushing her chest out in example and moving to do it herself when she didn't listen to her. "Okay, okay!" she chuckled, slapping her hands away from her breasts as she moved the neckline farther down, revealing the lace edging of the bra underneath.

She glanced over to him again, looking at him through her fake eyelashes as she arched her back slightly inward, feeling the shirt ride up her waist and settle just below her rib cage. His face was unchanging; his jaw set harshly as he rolled the toothpick again, his head moving to one side as his eyes pierced through her, slowly appreciating her adjustments.

"That hot piece of ass, is Happy." Sky informed with a lustful sigh, tilting her head slightly towards Morgan as she snorted, the name snapping her back to her friend.

"Happy?" She asked, turning to her with a smirk and stifling a chuckle. She cocked a brow to her, her lips curling before she continued. "Look, I don't ask any questions outside the realm of 'Where do you want me to bend over?' okay? Yes. His name is Happy. Happy Lowman." She snapped back in a stern tone, softening again as she said his name. Morgan chuckled at the name, not expecting something so lighthearted for someone like him.

"Of course, most of the people who knew him during his nomad days just refer to him as the 'Tacoma Killer'." She added with an unimportant wave of her hand, throwing back the last of her beer. Morgan stole a quick glance towards him, thinking that suited him more as she realized he hadn't moved an inch.

"I bet he's into some really kinky shit. I could totally picture him marking me and choking me while he pounds into me. Betcha he knows a thing or two about ropes and cuffs." She held her tongue between her teeth, looking over at him and laughing as her friend slapped her arm, not being able to hold in her laughter. "Oh my god. Sky, stop!" Morgan chuckled, her stomach going slightly warm as she felt the alcohol move right through her. Skylar looked to the corner of the bar again, this time grinning when she looked back at her.

"He still looking?" Morgan asked, not wanting to follow her line of sight, but feeling his gaze on her as she looked again. "Dude. He's practically fucking you right on this table with his eyes... You think he'll gag you?" She answered, humping the air and covering her mouth as she moaned exaggeratedly. Morgan slapped her arm in response, unable to answer her as she laughed and realized how quickly her three drinks had passed through her.

"Oh god... I need to take a piss... watch my beer." She chuckled, standing and heading towards the bathroom, weaving around the intertwined bodies in the bar, and trying to ignore the sex around her.

Morgan opened the door to go back to Skylar, throwing the paper towel into the garbage and not paying attention as she walked out, smacking straight into a wall... a wall... covered in... leather...?

"Shit, sorry. Wasn't paying attention." She apologized, recognizing the patches on the chest of his kutte, and glancing up to see which member she had tried walking through.

His dark eyes stared back down at her as his hand came to his lips to remove the toothpick. Her breath caught in her throat as she recognized him, his eyes tracing the curves of her body hungrily; like he was in the corner of the bar. He pushed the door behind her open, standing to the side to let her go. She was about to, when a thought crossed her mind.

W.W.S.D? : What would Skylar do?

Morgan took a step back into the bathroom, a mischievous smile playing with her lips as he cocked a brow. Her stomach set ablaze as she realized what she had initiated: public sex with a murderer. He took a step towards her. She took half a step back, minimizing the space between them as he closed the door behind him. The metallic click of the lock sent a tingling sensation through her as she wondered what her lust had dragged her into.

"Think you can do half as much as your eyes promise?" She teased uneasily, putting a shaky hand on her hip as he brought a hand to the opposite side of her waist. Her hands moved to his chest as he closed the gap between them, his free hand delicately holding her chin with his thumb and index finger. He leaned in slowly, very close, until he was about to touch her lips.

"Only if you're willing, Mami."

Her neck stretched towards him, pressing her chest into his as her arms snaked around his neck. She was surprised at how gentle he was as his arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer to him until she was pressed against him fully. He kissed her bottom lip, the bridge of his nose grazing hers as he lightly nibbled, one of his hands snaking under her shirt and tracing circles into her stomach.

She gasped lightly as one of his hands squeezed her ass, pushing her hips into his. He took the opportunity to slide his tongue into her mouth, groaning softly into it as she moved against him again. He gripped her breast over the thin padding of her bra as he moved down her, his free arm scooping her up and pressing her back against the door as her legs wrapped around him. Her arms tightened around him as she let out a small yelp at his sudden action.

"Easy, Killer." She murmured without thinking, quickly shutting her mouth when she realized what she had said. Her face flushed, afraid of how he'd react. She heard a chuckle at her neck, his teeth lightly nipping at the sensitive area as he sucked on it, instantly relaxing her. His arm pulled her hips closer to his as he ground them into her, his other hand wedging under her bra to tease her breast. Her hand went to the back of his head as he bit her neck a little harder, growling softly as she gasped. She moaned as she tilted her head back into the door.

Apparently satisfied with her response, he trailed his tongue down her chest, his hand snaking out of her bra and moving to push her shirt up. He moved his hands to hook behind her knees as she took the fabric into her hands, pulling it over her head and throwing it behind him as he latched his mouth onto her again.

He held her tight against him as he moved her away from the door, placing her delicately onto the counter of the sink before allowing his hands to roam her body. His teeth tugged at the sensitive area on her throat as her hands trailed down his chest and slipped her fingers under his shirt, tracing the muscles on his lower stomach. He pushed on the small of her back, moving her closer to him and unhooking her bra with his free hand. His lips traced a line up her neck, stopping to ghost her jaw as he growled into her ear in approval when she stroked him through his jeans. His fingers quickly undid the button and zipper of her pants before he set his hands on the counter on either side of her thighs. Her bra slipped from her shoulders as she waited.

"Bend over." His voice was deep and gravely, sending shivers up her spine as his teeth raked roughly along her bottom lip. She slipped off the edge of the counter obediently without a word; their lips nearly touching, they were so close.

She turned slowly, resting her elbows on the counter and quickly glancing into the mirror in front of her. He looked down at her ass hungrily, his hands moving along it and hooking his fingers into the waistband of her jeans to pull them down. A hand went between her thighs, lightly pushing them apart as the other traveled up her torso.

He planted a kiss between her shoulders as he traced a soft line along the length of her panties, his other hand taking her breast and rolling the flesh. Her eyes fluttered shut at the sensation, a hum escaping her lips as his fingers pinched her nipple. The hand at her panties disappeared momentarily, and she was about to open her eyes to find where it had gone; when it slapped her ass, making an audible smack and leaving a sweet sting.

She let out a small yelp, making him chuckle as he slapped it again. This time he squeezed and held it for a moment before sliding his hand up her thigh. He kissed the back of her neck as he traced her slit over her panties, making her breathe a bit heavier now as he rested his chin on her shoulder, looking at her in the mirror. He pressed his hips against her as he turned to whisper in her ear, his fingers slipping under the thin fabric, and pushing into her folds.

"Nice an' wet for me already?" A deep, rumbly chuckle. "Good girl."

Morgan whimpered as he pulled her nipple harshly, his other hand moving one of its fingers to tease her entrance. A small gasp left her as he wiggled it inside her, his thumb lightly brushing her clit as she moaned. "Happy..." She breathed, closing her eyes as he moved it back and forth. He growled behind her.

"That's not what you call me, Mami..." He whispered huskily, suddenly curling his finger up and ripping a moan from her. She bit her lip as she opened her eyes again, looking at him in the mirror. He was still turned towards her, hunched over her as his teeth teased her right shoulder, his hips pressed against her left thigh.

"What do I call you?" She murmured, his thumb diving deeper into her to better stimulate her clit, forcing her eyes shut again as she sucked in a quick breath. She felt him smirk against her as he nuzzled into her neck. "You got it right the first time..." He glanced at her again, watching her reaction as he squeezed her breast and pushed in another finger. "Killer..!" She moaned as his fingers curled and wiggled, her head hanging and pulling close to her chest as she shuddered.

"Good girl..." He praised again, easing up and slowing his pace as he pumped his fingers inside her. She whimpered lightly as her breathing settled, shifting slightly to try and rub her ass against his crotch. She heared a deep chuckle close to her neck as his lips ran up it to whisper in her ear.

"You want this cock, baby girl?" He hummed, grinding it into her and letting her feel how hard he was. She hummed back before responding, looking at him in the mirror. "Please, Killer..." She gasped, moving against him again as he thrust his fingers into her harshly with a smirk.

"I can't hear you, girl." He teased as he gripped her breast, making her stand up and lean into his chest. One of her hands went to the back of his neck as his thumb circled her clit.

"I want your cock, Killer..! Please!" She moaned, her head tilting back and resting on his shoulder as he grinned at her reflection. Morgan's eyes closed as she whimpered at the loss of his hands, but they quickly shot open when she heard the ripping of fabric.

Her panties were in shreds by the time she looked behind her, the small pieces of them balled up into his hands. She leaned towards the sink now as he threw them to the ground, his hands going to his jeans as she shook her ass a little for him. He gave it a smack as his fly came down, a smirk spreading across his lips as she bit her bottom lip and shook it again, teasing him as he slipped a condom on. He gripped her hip with one hand, pushing her knees apart with one of his as he rubbed himself along her slit.

Her eyes fluttered as he pushed inside her, gripping the edges of the counter as she let out a breathy moan. She pushed him into her even more as she arched into him. He grunted above her as his hands gripped her a bit harder, reminding her who was in control as he thrust into her. Her head hung close to her chest as he pounded into her; his pace slow, but his thrusts powerful. It knocked the breath from her every time he slammed into her. She moaned as she rocked with him, wishing he would at the very least do something with one of his hands as her skin ached to be touched.

Her head jerked up as he gripped her throat, pulling her up and forcing her to straighten her back a little. He bent close to her, his pace quickening as his mouth went to her neck. "Killer..!" She groaned as he sucked and bit just below her ear, his grip on her throat tightening just enough to pull her attention to him. His hand at her hip moved up her stomach to grip her breast, rolling her nipple as he growled into her ear.

She shivered at his touch as she heard him groan, leaning his head on her shoulder as his thrusts grew erratic. His hand slid from her breast, and up to her mouth. She sucked on his fingers happily, moaning as he jerked back lightly on her throat before sliding his hand down her body. Her hips jerked as his fingers quickly found her clit, circling it quickly as he pounded his cock deeper into her. The hand at her throat left then, quickly appearing at her thigh as it held it up onto the counter, opening her legs farther and allowing him easy access to her sweet spot.

"Killer, I-" She groaned as she felt her thighs tighten, the heat in her stomach building as he bit harshly into her neck. He sucked lightly on the area before groaning back to her. "Come for me, baby girl."

He swore under his breath as she tightened around him, moaning loudly as her hips bucked in his hands. He buried his face into her neck as she cried his name, one of her hands shooting to the back of his head as he groaned into her. Her chest heaved as he thrust into her a few more times, going deep and slow as he did so, making her jerk and hold into him tighter every time.

"Good girl..." He breathed, chuckling tiredly as he rested his head against Morgan's, catching his breath as he slid out of her. He held her steady as he set her leg down, supporting her as her legs had gone weak. After allowing some time for the feeling to return to her legs, he zipped up his jeans and turned towards the door.

Morgan smiled to herself, closing her eyes and running a hand through her dark hair as she shook her head at her current situation. She jumped a little as she felt his hands at her ankles, not expecting him to still be there. She glanced down at him, wondering if he wasn't done with her and asking herself if she was ready for him if that were the case.

His eyes stayed on her panties in his hands as he helped her into what was left of them, pulling them up her thighs and lightly grazing his fingers back down them as he went to get her jeans from the other side of the room.

She picked up her bra as he turned the fabric right side out. She hopped up onto the sink counter, and looped her arms through her bra as he lined her legs up with her jeans.

"You're not what I expected, Killer." She commented light heartedly, smirking at him as she hooked her bra. His eyes quickly flicked up to her before focusing back to the fabric in his hands, a small smile on his lips as he pulled her jeans up. She slid off the counter so he could fully pull them onto her, her breath catching as he kissed her stomach lightly, setting a trail of soft kisses up between her breasts and along her throat as his fingers worked her zipper and button. She was nearly out of breath as his lips ghosted hers, one of her hands lightly touching his stomach as her neck stretched towards him. His hands rested on her hips as he placed the most delicate kiss she'd ever experienced against her lips.

"See ya around, Mami." He chuckled as she moved towards him before sticking his tongue in her mouth, his lips pushing against hers harshly before pulling back. He turned to smile at her before unlocking the bathroom door and slipping back out into the bar.

Skylar practically squealed with delight as she saw Morgan exit the same bathroom shortly after Happy. The only time she stopped begging her to tell her what happened was when Kozik approached her with a hungry smile.

She couldn't help but notice how Happy was still eye-fucking her from across the room; only this time he did it with a smirk on his lips, almost daring her to do the same.

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His Kutte - Chibs X OC (NSFW)

Chibs hangs back at Leah's bar after an 'interrogation' to make sure her booze isn't stolen. What she doesn't know is he has much more in store for her than he lets on.

Rating: M for mature / NSFW / smut

Words: 5,390

Pairing: Chibs X BarOwner!OC

The sound of banging on her back door woke her up.

She jumped at the sound and cursed under her breath when she realized she’d fallen asleep on the counter… again.

She sat up and spun around, hoping there was no fallen alcohol left over from last night’s customers. She rubbed at her face, wiping the sleep from her eyes and stretching, trying her best to wake up and figure out what time it was.

The banging sounded again.

“Keep your fuckin’ pants on!” She yelled back, hopping off the bar and striding to the back, mumbling something about the time of day.

Unlocking the four different chains and bolts, she whipped the door open to three members of the Sons. The member in front smiled, holding a toothpick between his teeth as she stretched her back, looking at her over his sunglasses.

“Another one…?” She questioned groggily, noticing the man between Happy and Bobby.

“Afraid so… Did you sleep here again?” Chibs asked, a smirk playing with his lips.

She rolled her eyes and ignored the gagged and bound man as he struggled against the two members.

“Get you asses in her before someone walks by.” She snapped, stepping to the side and letting them in.

“What’ll you need?” She asked, closing and locking the door as Hap socked their captive in the face for letting out a muffled scream. He took his face in his hand roughly, forcing him to look him in the eye.

“Quiet.” He growled, throwing his face as Bobby held him still.

“Just the usual, Leah.” Bobby grunted as the guy jerked from Happy’s force. She strode to the front window, drawing the blinds and double checking the locks on the front door.

“Right, haven’t touched the room since last time, so everything should be in it's place.” She replied, turning back to them and picking up stray bottles she’d missed the night before.

“You’re a goddess.” Chibs praised, winking to her before they threw the guy down the stairs, watching him tumble down them before they followed after him.

The Sons would use the basement of her bar as an interrogation room to avoid both public suspicion and using their own facilities. They offered her protection in exchange for the occasional party and use of the ‘private room’ when people got mouthy.

To her understanding, this was the fourth one in the past two weeks. There was no way they were letting this one get off easily…

Why dealers never comprehended what “Sons turf” meant, she would never understand. Her best guess was that their boss didn’t like losing…

The room was sound proof so she was never worried about her neighbors hearing anything. However, when the Sons did come to unwind, there were times when she would have to repeatedly tell them to keep it down so that she wouldn’t have to deal with a noise complaint. That was the last thing she needed to deal with, what with living just above the bar on nights she gave herself off…

The sharp sound of a muffled scream sounded as Leah quickly realized the door wasn’t shut. She threw the bottles into the bin and pushed the door closed, leaning on it for a moment.

It isn’t any of my business...It wasn’t like she was a member’s old lady… and even then, it wouldn’t be any of my business. She thought, forcing the train of thought out of her head.

She looked at the windows, trying to see if there was anyone coming to question the sound. She watched the shadows of the trees on the blinds, quickly asking herself if the sound had really been all that loud or if it was just because she was tired. Hoping for the latter, she walked behind the bar and peeked through the blinds to check the building next to her.

No one was there.

Of course no one’s there, they don’t open for another three hours you paranoid idiot…

The bar was sandwiched between a small diner and a tattoo parlor of which she believed Happy spent some of his spare time at. The owners of both establishments knew her and didn’t mind the frequent visits of the Sons, as they also were protected by them. They knew the black van that would pull up behind the buildings and would look the other way as they waited for her to let them in.

Even though she knew this, she was still deathly afraid of someone hearing what was happening below her establishment…

She grabbed a clean rag from under the counter and wet it in the sink before wiping down the sticky wood, picking up the small bowls of peanuts as she went. The radio hummed softly in the background, calming her nerves as she busied herself with petty work.

A few moments later, Chibs and Bobby emerged from the stairs, muttering to each other. They looked tired and giddy at the same time, the latter most likely due to the lack of sleep. It’d took them the whole damned night to find the fucker after all.

“Need a drink boys?” Leah asked, pulling up two glasses and reaching for a bottle of whiskey.

“You always know what to say to make us feel good.” Chibs smiled as Bobby sat down heavily on a stool in front of her. She smirked with him as Bobby rested his elbows on the counter and shot her a smile, leaning against the edge of the bar.

“She poured the amber liquid and slid the glasses to the guys, capping the bottle and setting it back on the shelf.

“You think it’s safe to leave him with Hap?” She asked, turning around. They grew silent, looking to each other before all three burst out laughing.

“If we were concerned about keeping him safe, we wouldn’t even be here, sweetheart.” Bobby chuckled into his glass as Chibs grinned. Another set of footsteps sounded on the stairs as Hap came out of the doorway.

“Whiskey?” She asked, holding a glass in question. He shook his head, massaging his knuckles as he walked up to the counter. Leah walked out from the bar and started flipping the rest of the chairs on top of the tables as the guys talked business and tried her best to stay out of it.

After a few minutes of conversing, Bobby and Chibs gulped down the rest of their drinks and followed Happy down the staits, shutting the door and leaving her with the sounds of the radio.

She sang along softly and wiped the tables, swaying in time with the music. She looked around the bar, wondering if it had always had this many tables.

There’s no way I’ll be able to have everything ready by tonight… good thing I’m closed today…

She glanced at the basement’s door, wondering if the Sons would stop by for a surprise party again… She groaned at the thought, and wiped the tables at a quicker pace. She hadn’t even restocked the counter yet, let alone done the rest of the dishes. She cursed herself for letting the bus boy leave early last night… She was too good to her employees sometimes…

This was the reason her mother nagged her so much and told her to hire more people. She didn’t like seeing her work so much, saying it left her with no social life. It wasn’t the first night she’d accidentally fallen asleep on the bar while closing up. She’d told her repeatedly that a girl her age should be thinking about the future, to which Leah would protest, saying she works day and night to keep her bar in tip top shape. But of course her mother would respond with requests of grandchildren, or, at the very least, just one story that involved a guy she was interested in.

Her mother knew of the Sons and was getting so desperate and baby crazy, that during one particular phone call, she’d actually suggested going after one of them. Leah was reminded of the horrid conversation every time they walked through her doors as her thoughts unwillingly turned to analyzing which would be better in bed.

Of course after she realized they were hopeless delusions, she would quickly remind herself that they either A: had old ladies of their own, or B: were only looking for a fuck.

In all honesty, she wasn’t bothered by the latter… It’d been awhile since she’d gotten laid. But she also wasn’t fond of the idea of fucking a watchdog and getting into gang related trouble.

It’s been so long though… A horny voice in the back of her thoughts pleaded.

She thanked the scraping of a stool for interrupting that particular train of thought as she looked up to see what had caused it.

The flick of a lighter echoed as Chibs lit a cigarette, cocking his brows as a greeting when he noticed Leah looked in his direction. She looked around the room.

Nearly all the tables were wiped down and had their chairs flipped. She stood at the last one and realized the floor was swept and the windows looked cleaner than usual. Had that much time really gone by?

“Happy and Bobby leave you?” She asked, shaking her head to rid the thoughts that were surfacing, and going back to wiping the table.

“Nah, I volunteered… There’s talk about a raid that might happen tonight. Nothing too bad, just some shit-head teenagers lookin’ for some booze.” He smiled, holding his cigarette between his teeth before taking a drag.

Fuck…

She tried to avoid looking at him as she flipped one of the chairs, glancing at the clock. Her stomach growled.

“Did you eat today?” He asked, getting up from the stool and meeting her halfway to the bar.

“Slipped my mind.” She gave a short chuckle, gripping her stomach as a pain shot through it. The pain almost knocked her off her feet, making her knees wobble and pushing her forward. Chibs caught her and helped her to a stool, worry running through him.

“I’m gonna go get something from Saul and Gina next door, alright? You gonna be okay?” He held her shoulders and squatted in front of her, looking into her eyes. She nodded.

“Thanks.” She replied with a weak smile. He smiled back.

“Alright, stay here.”

She bit her tongue to keep herself from whimpering as his hands left her. The door closed behind him and his shadow followed him against the blinds as Leah internally scolded herself.

Stop it! Get a hold of yourself!

It was a bad idea to skip dinner last night… She gripped her stomach again as another growl threatened to rip her open. She looked behind the counter, noticing she’d restocked almost all of it.

Shit, I still have to finish the dishes… She realized, looking at the notepad on the counter, the names of the bottles that were still needed scribbled in a neat list.

She really needed to stop losing herself in her work… She rested her head on the counter, needed sleep quickly catching up to her as she used her arm as a pillow.

She woke up on the counter for the second time that day. Only this time, there was no searing sunlight assaulting her eyes, nor was there obnoxious knocking. No, this time the sound of soft snoring woke her. She rubbed her eyes and carefully rolled onto her back on the counter, stretching and realizing something was draped over her.

She picked up the leather and examined it the best she could in the dim lighting of the neon signs on the wall.

It was a kutte…

She sat up and looked on the counter to find a black sweatshirt folded up into a makeshift pillow; a takeout bag a foot or so away from it.

Soft snores sounded again, causing Leah to look to her right. Chibs sat on the edge of a chair facing her. The chair was turned backward, his hands on the top, the side of his head resting on his knuckles as he slept, hunched over.

She smiled at the sight, trying her best not to giggle too loudly as he snored again. She was quickly reminded of the pain in her stomach and decided that she’d waited long enough to eat. She slipped her arms into the kutte and hopped as quietly as she could manage, off the bar, then grabbed the takeout walking to the back kitchen.

She grabbed a plate from a shelf and dropped the spaghetti on it before popping it in the microwave, hoping it's noise wouldn’t wake him.

She looked down at the leather around her as the hum of the microwave filled the room. Why she put it on, she wasn’t entirely sure…

Truth be told, whilst she thought about which Son would be best in bed, she couldn’t help but think about what it would be like to be an old lady to one of them. She’d always come back to Chibs as being the best possible option and even day dreamed about waking up before him and greeting him in nothing but his kutte… but that was only a dream… she knew there was no way anything like that would happen.

A girl could dream though dammit…

She gripped the edges of the kutte now, hugging it close to her and surprising herself with how warm it was. She nuzzled the edges with her cheeks, stopping abruptly when she caught it's scent.

Whiskey, cigarettes, and gasoline… All encased in a leather overtone. She wondered if that’s what he smelled like…

The beeping of the microwave broke her thoughts and forced her to think about her stomach instead. Snatching a fork from the clean pile of dishes, she popped the door open and began shoveling food into her mouth.

She turned to the sink full of dishes once she’d cleared her plate and walked towards him, turning on the hot water and pumping it full of soap. There wasn’t too much left…

She picked up a clean rag and went to work, humming lightly as she did so.

He woke up to the clinking of dishes; jumping awake to the sound, he stretched his back out. He really needed to stop sleeping on chairs like that… He cursed under his breath as he heard his back crack, then looked to the counter. She wasn’t there…

Concern spreading through him quicker than reason, he jumped to his feet and looked under his sweatshirt. She’s short, but she’s not that short ya dumb ass…

His gaze moved to the back, where the kitchen was, and started walking over slowly. How the hell did they get in? Why didn’t I wake up when they did? Where the hell is Leah?

Shut the fuck up! He yelled at his thoughts, his hand hovering over his gun as he approached the doorway and peered inside. He let out a quiet sigh of relief.

She was washing the dishes… the fucking dishes… Damned workaholic… He smiled then, noticing his kutte on her. She looked tiny in it, the shoulders drooping and the hem covering her ass. Pity… He thought with a grin, toying with the idea of what she’d look like in nothing but his kutte.

“Don’t you ever give yourself a break?” She jumped at his voice, dropping a plate back into the water and soaking her front.

“Fuck, Chibs!” She cursed under her breath, turning to him and ringing out her shirt. He smirked as she muttered something about it not being a good idea to scare her, but he barely heard it as he noticed her shirt had gone slightly transparent now that it was wet. Water dropped on the floor as she wrung it out, revealing the edges of a tattoo following her hips and the bottom of her stomach, just above the waist of her jeans.

“I’m gonna need that back some time tomorrow morning.” He grinned, casually leaning against the doorway. Her face went red as she realized he was referring to his kutte.

“Shit… sorry, I-i don’t really know why-” She started, beginning to shrug it off.

“Keep it on… it looks good on you.” He cut her off. She froze, trying not to look at him. What was happening?

He walked towards her slowly now, looking her up and down, taking in her appearance.

“You eat?” He asked softly, looking into her eyes, stopping a foot or so in front of her. She nodded.

“Yeah… you want a drink?” She suggested a little hurriedly, walking around him out of the kitchen and behind the bar, trying to clear her head. She put her hands on the counter, taking in a breath and closing her eyes for a moment before grabbing a shot glass.

Turning to the shelves behind her, she took down a bottle of vodka and poured a healthy shot before throwing it into her mouth. Gulping it down with a grimace and squeezing her eyes shut at the burning of her throat. Her heart nearly stopped when she heard footsteps come behind the bar with her. She opened her eyes, only allowing herself to look in front of her.

“It’s not a good idea to drink on the only meal you just ate, lass.” A husky voice advised behind her as a hand rested on her hip, and another took the vodka from her, sliding it down the counter.

He moved her hair from her shoulder and placed his other hand on her other hip, pulling her ass against his crotch as he grazed his lips against her neck. He did everything he could to keep himself from bending her over the counter right then and there.

“Was there really talk of a raid happening tonight…?” She asked, her voice shaking slightly as he swayed them to the music of the radio. One of her hands went to the back of his head, lightly gripping his hair, the other resting on his hand at her hip. She could feel her heartbeat everywhere; threatening to rip her chest open, making her hands shake, her legs weak… He smirked into her neck, his goatee tickling her as her grip on his hair tightened.

“Ya caught me.” He whispered, the thumb of his left hand playing with the hem of her shirt as the other’s fingers slipped under her jeans. Her breathing grew heavy as he pushed her ass up against his crotch again, kissing her neck as he whispered in Gaelic to her, his hand trailing up her shirt to cup her breast.

For once in her life, she thanked her mother for teaching her the language when she was a child. Her mother had grown up speaking it and thought it was important for Leah to learn. It wasn’t very important to her until now…

She withered at his touch and groaned at his words.

“Tell me… what do you think about when you watch me in the bar?” He licked her neck as he squeezed her breast, shoving her bra to the side and making her moan.

“I wonder what your cock is like…”

There was a small hesitation as he realized she not only understood him, but she also replied in the same language. Her moan distracted him from his thoughts and he quickly remembered the growing throb in his jeans.

He spun her around and pushed her against the edge of the bar, his hands planting them on her hips to steady her. He brought his lips to hers and stopped millimeters before they touched, snaking his hands behind her.

“You’ll find out sooner than you think, love.” He whispered huskily, his accent thicker than usual, before his lips covered hers. Her hands knotted in his hair as he squeezed her ass and picked her up. Her legs wrapped around him as his tongue forced its way into her mouth. He sat her on the counter, one of his hands moving to the knife at his side. Withdrawing his tongue from her, he bit her lip, raking his teeth across it as he gripped the edge of her shirt.

“Hope you don’t care about this…” He growled, bringing the knife to the hem of her shirt. She furrowed her brow, wondering what he meant. He cut and ripped the fabric off of her, derailing her train of thought and sheathing the blade as he moved her to the edge of the counter, throwing the shreds of cloth behind him.

“There are easier ways to do that, you know.” She chuckled, bringing his face closer to her with a delicate hand, cupping the side of his cheek.

“Aye, but this way, you don’t have to take off my kutte.” He chuckled, kissing her deeply and pushing her down onto the bar. He kissed down her jaw, to her neck, then licked his way to her breasts, his hands moving up her thighs and over her stomach to unhook her bra. To his delight, it hooked in the front.

He slid her towards him, making her hips meet his. She ground them against him happily, moaning as she felt him growl against her breasts, giving them a quick nip. One of her hands moved the hair out of his face and held it back as he took her into his mouth. He brought his free hand to her other breast as she moaned his name, her neck arching as her hips moved against him again and his teeth pulled her.

“Shit, Chibs… please, just fuck me already…” He smirked against her as she moaned and ground her hips against him again. He chuckled, nipping her flesh before he responded.

“Impatient little slut, aren’t you?” He bit her again, thrusting his hips into her and making her moan even louder.

“You want me to fuck you on this filthy bar, like the filthy slut you are?” He slipped a hand between her thighs and rubbed her through her jeans. She moved against his fingers, panting and begging.

“Please!” She whined, pulling him close to her and forcing her tongue into his mouth. His fingers worked the button and zipper of her jeans as her legs pulled him closer to her.

Her hands hooked under his shirt and pulled it off of him, quickly reconnecting their mouths after she threw the garment to the ground. She lifted her ass off the counter so he could pull her jeans off of her, her shoes slipping off with them as she yanked her arms out of her bra.

He pushed on the small of her back, biting her lip and moving his mouth to her neck as her hands slithered down his chest and to his belt. She unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, her hand diving into them and grasping his dick. He groaned against her, biting her neck and leaning into her. He pressed a thumb against her panties, rubbing her slit as she moved his briefs to stroke him.

“You’re soaked, love.” He whispered huskily, capturing her lips with his. “And you’re hard.” She chuckled, jerking up on him and causing him to groan. He took her hand then, hard, and pulled it out from his trousers.

She cocked a brow at him as he smirked, sliding his belt off and tying her hands behind her back with it. She moved against him with a smile, his hands trailing over her breasts and down her stomach. He pulled her panties off her, squatting slightly as he took them off and spread her legs apart. She placed her hands on the bar behind her, resting her weight on them as she waited patiently for him to touch her.

He gripped her thighs, pulling them lightly to bring her closer to him as he trailed his tongue along her inner thigh, hooking one of her legs over his shoulder. She threw her head back as his tongue traced a line up her slit, groaning as he tasted her. Her breasts heaved as her breathing quickened, his tongue delving deeper into her folds this time when he swiped it up her again, looking for her sweet spot.

“Shit!” She nearly screamed as he hit it, she took a deep breath, panting as he cocked a brow up at her.

“Here, lass…?” He asked cockily, circling the tip of his tongue around her clit. Her thighs jumped as she swore under her breath, nodding stupidly. “Right there, Filip… fuck…” She murmured as he sucked on her, the tips of his free hand inching across her inner thigh as his other pulled her greedily towards him, his thumb rubbing her thigh lightly.

She bit her lip to keep herself from whimpering as his lips left her, but a moan ripped through her when he entered a digit; curling it up and replacing his tongue with his thumb as he slid his free arm out from under her leg. He pumped his finger a few times as he rose from his knees, his thumb working her clit as his lips moved up her stomach and to her breasts, his tongue trailing along her skin lightly.

“Such a dirty little slut… I bet I can make you come with just one hand…” He whispered to her, a devilish smirk on his lips as his free hand moved his kutte to the side to fully expose her breasts, his lips tracing her throat. He added another finger, making her moan even louder, her hips moving to the rhythm of his hand.

“Then make me, baby…” She moaned breathily as his fingers quickened their pace, his thumb rubbing tight circles into her clit.

Fuck, she was so sexy…

“Mouthy little bitch…” He growled into her mouth before shoving his tongue inside, his free arm wrapping around her waist and pulling her closer to him. She moaned into him, rolling her body against his as she tightened around his fingers, the muscles in her thighs twitching.

Her head fell back as her eyes squeezed shut, cursing under her breath as her hips bucked into his hand. She moaned his name, her hand gripping the edge of the bar till her knuckles turned white.

“That’s it… come for me, love… nice and loud now, so the neighbors hear…” He whispered in her ear, making her whimper and nearly fall back on the counter. She screamed his name, her hips shaking uncontrollably as her back weakened, arching into him as he held her up so she wouldn’t hit her head on the bar.

A groan caught in the back of his throat at the sight of her, his dick sore at how hard he was. He needed to be inside that wet pussy of hers…

He slid his fingers out of her, pulling her towards him as she panted under him, a small smirk on her lips as his free hand worked the belt off her wrists. She chuckled breathlessly as her arms looped around his neck, his lips smashing against hers as he took one of her wrists.

“I need ya, lass…” He whispered, his accent so thick now, she barely understood him as he guided her hand to his crotch and groaned as her fingers curled around him. He kissed her hungrily, gripping a fistful of her hair as she carefully slipped off the bar, moving them so he leaned against it now.

Neither of them remembered how exactly they had gotten upstairs into Leah’s apartment… it was all a blur of sloppy making out and spontaneous sex. That morning, she had greeted him in nothing but his kutte, waking him up by helping him with his morning ‘visitor’, and making him breakfast before he left to go back to the clubhouse. He was reluctant when doing so… especially when getting his kutte back… he may have gotten back a little late…

But now he was back at the bar, celebrating the arrival of his visiting brothers as the croweaters helped Leah’s normal crew with the mass amount of customers. Leah didn’t mind, they worked for tips and blowjobs, so she didn’t have to worry about paying them. Hell, She didn’t even mind the casual flirting from the visiting members… what she did mind, were the attempts the guys would make to have sex right in the middle of the bar.

More than once, she had to scold a member and tell them to at least move it into the back alley or the bathroom, saying she wanted to try and keep her tables sanitary. The bar was already a lost cause…

She did her best to distance herself from Chibs all night, afraid of giving the impression that she caught feelings after last night… and this morning… The last thing she wanted to do was seem clingy, especially around the croweaters. She had been successful most of the night… that is until Tig was requesting her specifically.

“Leah!” Tig yelled over the roar of voices in the bar, waving his arms frantically as though he were directing a plane. “Bring your sweet ass over here!” He yelled again, his brothers chuckling around him as she turned towards their table.

“What is it Tiggy?” Leah sniggered, her hand on her hip as she rested a hand on the sticky wood. Chibs smiled up at her, sitting to her right as his hand went to her waist to rub it lightly. She did her best to ignore it as Tig leaned on the table heavily, slurring his words as he flirted with her, asking her sweetly for a round of whiskey with a side of sugar. Sugar being “Your pretty little face, doll!”.

She chuckled in response, rolling her eyes and turning towards the bar, calling a quick “Got it!” over her shoulder as Chibs’ hand slid down her side and over her ass before she walked away.

She gave their order to Jessie, her usual bartender; a short, small girl that cursed like a sailor and gave back as much shit as she was given. She was Leah’s favorite, and could mix one hell of a Daiquiri.

“He’s already sauced, isn’t he?” She asked, shaking her head and placing the glasses on the tray as she grabbed a bottle of whiskey, chuckling to herself as Leah nodded to her. “Of course he is, why do you think he keeps leaning on the table?” She chuckled back, freezing as she felt a hand grip her hip. The stench of vodka filled her nostrils as a hot breath blew onto her shoulder.

“Don’t think I’ve seen ya around before… I would have remembered that ass.” They laughed a bit too hard, swaying into her as she tried her hardest not to punch him right then and there.

“You must be new too, I would have remembered that pathetic excuse of a pickup line.” She replied, turning with a smirk as she picked up the tray.

“Don’t be like that sweetheart, I’m only messin’ with ya.” He smiled sloppily, leaning against the counter and nearly sliding off. She nodded her head to the simply dressed croweater behind him.

“Why don’t you try it on her, I’m sure she’ll appreciate it more than me.” She suggested with a wink, chuckling as he turned to look at the girl behind him, and throwing Leah a quick thumbs up in approval.

Tig cried with satisfaction as she set the glasses down, listening as Juice started telling them about the car he had to work on earlier in the day. Leah felt a hand on her hip again, this time it pulled her as she looked for it's owner.

Chibs pulled her into his lap and wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder before he whispered to her. “Sit with me for a while, lass… Yeh’ve been workin’ too hard.” He kissed her neck, one of his hands resting on her thigh as it's thumb rubbed it slowly.

“Do I smell jealousy?” She teased, resting a hand on his as she smirked in his direction and leaned back into him, relaxing slightly. He chuckled darkly in her ear, reaching for his glass and taking a sip.

“Don’t get cheeky now, love…”

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