[ Imagine you’re a post-op trans female and you’ve just moved to Charming to start working at the hospital as a nurse practitioner when you catch the eye of Happy Lowman. ]
You sighed as you pulled off your white coat and hung it inside your work locker. It had been a long, trying day, and you were just ready to be home. You grabbed your purse from its hook inside your locker and turned towards the door, signaling the end of another work day.
You knew taking a new job in a new town far away from home was exactly what you needed. You had turned your entire life around, and you finally felt like the person you always knew you were deep down. You were cultivating a life you were proud of, a life you loved. And moving to Charming was all part of that plan. As a trans woman, your life had been anything but easy. Now that you had finally moved away from the small, closed-minded town you had grown up in, you finally felt like the person you were supposed to be. You just didn’t expect the adjustment to be so hard.
No one in Charming knew your story. No one knew anything about you, really, other than you were the new nurse practitioner at St. Thomas Hospital and you were damn good at your job. You were an enigma, and that was just the way you liked it.
You crossed the parking lot of the hospital, making your way to your car. That’s when you locked eyes with a tall, handsome man. Your eyes scanned his tattooed, muscular arms. He was easily the most attractive man you had ever seen, and the sight of him made your heart flutter. You already knew exactly who he was, or at least what he was. He was a Son. That much was clear. You had only been in Charming a few short weeks, but you had already heard more than enough about the Sons of Anarchy.
The man stood from his motorcycle, placing his helmet on the seat and never breaking eye contact with you. You felt frozen. His gaze was so intense, so hypnotizing you felt like he could see straight through you. You could feel his eyes looking you up and down, and it made you nervous. As attracted as you were to him, you knew you needed to keep your distance. He crossed the parking lot, heading straight towards you. He flashed you a coy smile, and you felt your hands shake. He was so handsome, in the most rugged kind of way, and you were dying to get to know him. But you knew it wasn’t a good idea. Not everyone was as open and understanding as you hoped they would be, and something told you a Son would definitely not understand. So you decided you’d keep your distance.
“Hey, beautiful,” the man said, his voice rough and gravelly. He flashed you a smile. “My name’s Happy.”
You nodded your head. Your nerves were getting the best of you. “Y/N,” you answered politely, “I, uh, have to go. It was n-nice to meet you, Happy.” You continued walking, making your way to your car in an attempt to escape any further conversation with Happy.
You wanted to get to know him. You wanted to stay and talk. You wanted to know how his lips would feel on yours. But you never would. You knew that. He was a member of the Sons of Anarchy. There was no way he would be interested in you if he knew you were trans. You were sure of it. Deep down, you feared he might become angry if he found out. As much as you wanted to get to know Happy, you couldn’t put your safety at risk. So you swallowed your feelings and walked away, leaving Happy standing alone in the parking lot and watching after you.
You hadn’t realized it at the time, but walking away from Happy like that with not so much as an explanation had only made him want you more. He spent the next week thinking about you, wondering what your story was. He had never seen you before. You had to be new to town. You were too beautiful for him not to have noticed you before now. He was driving himself crazy, wondering when he would run into you again, if he would run into you again. He had to see you again. He hadn’t felt such a strong connection to anyone in a long time. He knew the two of you could have something amazing, explosive even, if only you’d give him the chance.
You were struggling with the same issue. You felt a spark with Happy in the few moments you had shared with him. Maybe it had just been the nerves talking, but you could have sworn you felt something with Happy in those few brief minutes. You could feel it the moment your eyes had met his all the way across that parking lot. But you and Happy could never happen. You knew that, deep down, but that nagging voice inside your head wouldn’t let the thought of him go.
You were walking aimlessly down the sidewalk, lost in your own thoughts. You had been avoiding Happy for the last few days, but it seemed like he was everywhere. You were so busy inside your own head, you hadn’t even realized Happy was standing right across the street from you. The moment he caught sight of you, his heart began to race.
“Hey!” Happy’s voice called, snapping you from your thoughts. You looked up, startled. His face lit up in a smile the moment you looked at him. “Y/N!” He crossed the street quickly, making a beeline straight towards you.
You stood there, once again frozen by Happy’s intense gaze. He looked genuinely happy to see you, but you were a little terrified. Happy was an attractive man, but he was intimidating as hell. You couldn’t keep running into him like this. You knew he would find out that you were trans eventually. You weren’t ashamed of who you were, and you weren’t trying to hide anything. You knew who you were and what you had gone through to get there, and you were damn proud of yourself. But you also knew Happy could never find out the truth about you. You were scared of what he might do if he ever did.
“I was hopin’ I’d see you again,” he said, smiling as he stood in front of you. He watched you for a few seconds before he spoke. “I’ve been thinking about you all week.”
You said nothing for a moment. You knew where this conversation was heading. Happy had made it clear that he was attracted to you. You knew it was just a matter of time before he asked you out, officially. Your heart fluttered at the thought, but reality also set in. You and Happy would never work. Even if you did agree to go out with him, he would have to find out the truth eventually. And then what would you do? What would he do? You didn’t want him to think you were hiding anything, and you didn’t want him to feel like you had tricked him. You had heard the stories of other women like yourself who had become victims at the hands of cowardly men. You knew things could get dangerous fast, and you never wanted to become another statistic.
“I want to take you out,” he said matter-of-factly.
You sighed. You already knew this was coming. “Happy, I don’t have time for this,” you blurted suddenly. “Look, you’re great, okay? But I can’t go out with you.” You looked at the disappointed expression on his face. “I-I gotta go.”
You walked away from Happy for the second time that week without another word.
As hard as you tried, you couldn’t seem to stay away from Happy Lowman. You had managed to run into him another ten times over the next few weeks, much to your own dismay. Every time you saw him, he asked you out. And every time he asked you out, you found it a little harder to say no. You were the first woman Happy had ever really asked on an actual date. He had never been good at the whole dating thing, and he wasn’t really sure what he was doing wrong when it came to you. He had even brought you flowers. He couldn’t understand why you wouldn’t just go out with him. You were clearly interested in him. You had even gone so far as to tell him you were attracted to him. You told him you thought he was great, yet you wouldn’t go out with him. The worst part was you wouldn’t even tell him why. Every time Happy asked, you would give him some lame excuse. You could never give him a real reason.
You were making your way to St. Thomas Hospital to begin your shift when you spotted Happy leaned against his bike in the parking lot, evidently waiting on you.You pretended not to notice him, but Happy could already tell you had seen him. He knew what you were doing. You were avoiding him, and he wanted to know why. You walked past him quickly, keeping your eyes down and focused on your shoes.
Happy stood from his bike. “Y/N,” he groaned, jogging to keep up with you as you hurriedly walked towards the hospital entrance. “Just wait.”
You stopped and looked at him. You let out a deep sigh. “What, Hap?”
Happy stopped and stared at you for a moment. You were so beautiful, and you were so mysterious. He couldn’t figure you out. One moment you were telling him you were attracted to him and thought he was great, then the next you were refusing to go out with him without so much as a reason why. He couldn’t figure you out, and it was driving him crazy.
“Why do you keep running from me?” Happy asked suddenly, his expression a mixture of concern and disappointment. He let out a short, sad sounding laugh. “You scared of me or something?”
“Happy,” you sighed loudly. “You really don’t give up easily, do you?”
A mischievous smile crossed Happy’s face. “No, ma’am, I don’t.”
You looked around the parking lot nervously. You knew you were going to have to tell Happy the real reason you were avoiding him eventually. Every time the two of you spoke, you felt yourself falling for him. He made you laugh, he was sweet, and he was handsome as hell. And he also wouldn’t take no for an answer when it came to you.
“Look, Hap,” you sighed again, “I like you, okay? A lot.” Your eyes searched the sky for a moment as you collected your thoughts. You had to tell him, one way or another, but you were terrified. You hoped with all your heart that he wouldn’t, but you were scared he would react violently when you told him the truth. “But there’s a lot of shit you don’t know about me.”
“So, I don’t think it’s a good idea for us to go out.”
“Give me one good reason why you won’t go out with me,” Happy retorted.
“I’m trans,” you blurted.
Happy looked at you for a moment in silence. You were wondering what was going through his mind, and you were fearing the worst. Your nerves took over, and your hands began to shake. You decided to continue.
“I was born a male, physically anyway,” you explained. “But I’ve always been a woman on the inside. I’ve known since I was a kid.” You swallowed hard. You feared what Happy’s reaction would be. “I’ve been living as female since I was a kid,” you continued, “But I started hormones when I was a teenager.” You took in a deep, shaky breath. “And, uh, I’ve had all the, uh, surgeries.”
“Okay,” was all Happy said.
You cocked your head to the side, now confused. “Okay?”
He nodded his head. “Okay.” He shrugged nonchalantly and flashed you a smile. “So you gonna go to dinner with me now, or what?”
You let out a deep breath that you felt like you had been holding forever and nodded your head. A happy, relieved smile formed on your lips. “Yeah. Dinner sounds good.”
This was supposed to be your and Happy’s first Christmas as a couple and you couldn’t believe how sick you felt. I mean seriously who gets sick two days before Christmas. Climbing back into bed you grabbed your phone and text Happy and told him you wouldn’t be able to come to the Christmas Morrow-Teller party.
I can’t seem to shake this cold. I’m going to climb into bed and sleep to New Year. I’m sorry I was really looking forward to spending the night with you.
Hitting send you threw the phone missing the nightstand and hearing it fall on the floor. Not feeling well you really didn’t care where it landed. Your head was spinning and you just wanted this medicine to start working. The last thing you remember what the phone ringing but you drifting off to sleep. Hanging up when you didn’t answer Happy walked back into the club meaning to enjoy the party, but he couldn’t get you out of his mind. He was looking forward to showing you off tonight. He hasn’t felt like this in a while and he would rather be with you. Grabbing his keys he got on his bike and headed toward your house. Pulling up into your driveway he turned off his bike and used the key you gave him. The house was dark besides from the tv in your room. Looking into the kitchen he saw your favorite mug and knew what would exactly make you feel better.
Jumping up when you heard the door open you held your head from feeling dizzy.
“Happy. What are you doing here?”
“I was in the mood for some hot chocolate and some Christmas movies.” He said handing you the mug of hot chocolate.
“Really you would rather watch Christmas movies with me than the party with the boys.” You said laughing at him
“Move over doll.” You made room for Happy as he took off his shoes.
Once he got into bed you cuddled up into his side as he put his arm around you.
“You feeling any better?”
“A little. I’m glad you are here.”
“Who could pass up hot chocolate and Christmas movies with sexy women.” He said kissing the top of your head.
“I may not be the best company, but I’m glad you are here.”
Request- The reader is jax’s daughter and she becomes pregnant with Happy’s child. She leaves and the club finds her as a successful singer. They need help with money and the reader helps them.
~Songs are You don’t own me by Grace and Colors by Halsey~
“Time to go on stage Y/N.” My manager said as she poked her head into my dressing room.
“Thanks Sarah.” I smiled at her and then I went out on stage to begin my show. I had moved to Las Vegas almost 2 years ago and had made a pretty big name for myself. I became a singer and I have done extraordinarily well for my daughter and myself.
You don’t own me
I’m not one of your little toys
You don’t own me…
This song reminded me a lot of my family. I come from Charming, California and in that town and many others near it everyone knows the Teller name. My family was infamous. My grandpa and step grandpa started the Sons of Anarchy club. My dad was Jax Teller and vice president of the redwood charter.
Don’t tell me what to do
And don’t tell me what to say
Please, when I go out with you
Don’t put me on display
My dad was a teenager when I was born. It had been with a one night stand of his during one of his and Tara’s legendary fights. My mom left Charming shortly after I was born and my dad and grandma had been way too overprotecting even 20 years later.
You don’t own me
Don’t try to change me in any way
You don’t own me
Don’t tie me down ‘cause I’d never stay
Since they were so overprotective, no one in the club or near it had knew when i began to see one of the members. I was always attracted to the Tacoma Killer, there was no denying that. But I had never thought that he would be attracted to me as well. It began as one drunken night at one of the club parties and we just kept ending up in his dorm after that.
Don’t tell me what to do
And don’t tell me what to say
Please, when I go out with you
Don’t put me on display
After about 6 months of us messing around together, I ended up pregnant with my beautiful baby girl. I told my dad first and he went from freaked to murderous in the span of a couple seconds. It was the last time that I had seen him and I never told him who the father was. I didn’t want to get Happy in trouble with my dad.
I don’t tell you what to say
I don’t tell you what to do
So just let me be myself
That’s all I ask of you
I’m young and I love to be young
I’m free and I love to be free
To live my life the way I want
To say and do whatever I please
When I was done talking to my dad, I snuck off to go see Happy. Happy had thought that I was just coming over to have sex until I told him why I was really there. Once I had told him, he grew pale and sat down on his bed. It was 10 minutes later before he finally spoke again. He told me that he didn’t want to have anything to do with the baby or me. He said that we were never anything serious and he didn’t want this.
His words had broken my heart and that night I packed a bag and just left. I didn’t really have a place that I had in mind to go to. So I just kept going and on a train I saw a flyer for a show in Las Vegas and decided to stop there and check it out. I started working in a club and the manager had heard me sing and asked me to fill in for an act one night. A talent agent had been in the crowd that night and everything had been just like a fairytale ever since then. I was successful enough to own my own mansion now and never have to worry about money ever again.
Hey hey (you don’t own me) oh, no
Oh no no
Hey no no no
Don’t you, don’t
You don’t own me
Na na na na
You don’t own me (easy)
You don’t own me
The song ended and I scanned the crowd. I smiled until my eyes landed upon familiar faces. My dad, grandma, Tara, and all of the sons were in one corner of the club. I swallowed and forced the smile back on my face. My mind raced as I began the next song.
Your little brother never tells you but he loves you so
You said your mother only smiled on her tv show
You’re only happy when your sorry head is filled with dope
I hope you make it to the day you’re twenty-eight years old
So many questions ran through my head, like how did they find me? I was getting pretty famous so it probably wasn’t hard for Juice to find me. I tried to calm myself as I continued singing. It wasn’t working very well though. My hands began to shake.
Everything is grey
His hair, his smoke, his dreams
And now he’s so devoid of color
He don’t know what it means
And he’s blue
And he’s blue
The ending of song came way too quickly. So did the rest of my set. I practically raced backstage as soon as I could. I went into my dressing room and changed real fast. I grabbed my bag and left the room. Well I attempted to leave anyways. I actually ran straight into something once I crossed the threshold of my door and got knocked back on my ass. I looked up to see Happy standing over me.
He had his signature frown on his face and was looking at me with an eyebrow raised. He held one hand down for me and I took it hesitantly. He helped me to my feet. Once I was back on my feet an awkward silence fell between us. He cleared his throat and scratched the back of his head while looking away from my face.
“Look I know you don’t want to see me but your family really needs your help. Could you at least talk to them?” He asked. I sighed.
“Yeah I can talk to them.” I said reluctantly. He nodded and then looked me in the eyes suddenly. The intensity in them made me take a deep breath.
“Y/N I know that I’m the reason why you left and I am so sorry for the things I said to you that day. I know that I can’t ever make up for it and I’m not expecting you to forgive me but I just needed you to know that I am sorry and if you let me I’d like to try to make up as much as I can.” He said. Honestly I think that was the most that I’d ever heard Happy talk. It left me stunned too, I never expected him to apologize for well anything. I looked at him, not really sure what to say, before eventually just nodding. He sighed and stepped out of the doorway to let me through. I stepped through but before I could get to far I heard his voice.
“What… What did we have?” He asked quietly. I stopped and turned to look at him.
“A girl. Her name is Violet.” I told him and then continued walking back to the front part of the club. I heard him following me.
My grandma came up to me and pulled me into a hug right away. I smiled and hugged her back. I had missed my family so much. After her I was passed around to all of the family members until I finally stood in front of my dad. I nervously looked at him. He looked at me for a minute before letting a little smile break out on his face. He pulled me into a tight hug and I nearly cried. I had missed him so much. I felt him kiss my head and I smiled brightly. He pulled back and held me away from him at arm’s length.
“So am I a grandpa?” He asked. I nodded. “I’ll never get used to that.” He chuckled and so did I.
“I don’t even want to think about being a great grandma.” I heard grandma Gemma say. Everyone chuckled at that.
“Do you want to meet her?” I asked. “She knows everyone because of pictures.”
“We’d love to but I need to ask you for a favor first.” My dad bit his lip nervously.
“What is it?” I looked at him confused.
“I know this is completely random but a lot of shit has gone down since you left darlin. The club needs some money badly.” My dad told me.
“You came to borrow money?” I asked.
“No, that wasn’t the main reason we came. We want you to come back home. Juice had just managed to find you and that was just because he happened to come across a youtube video of you singing. I know how it sounds but I swear it isn’t like that. If we weren’t desperate there was no way you’d every know we needed money.” My dad explained to me. I looked at him and knew he was telling the truth. I sighed and nodded.
“How much do you need?” I asked.
“25 thousand.” He told me.
“Okay. I’ll get you it.” I said.
“We will pay you back.” He assured me. I nodded.
“So if that discussion is done want to meet your granddaughter?” I asked. He smiled and nodded.
“Yes I do. Lead the way.” He said. I smiled and left the building. I went to my car and got in. I began to drive towards my mansion. I lead them inside.
“Lydia? Violet?” I called out when we were in the foyer.
“Coming!” Lydia called from upstairs. She came from the hallway leading to Violet’s room with Violet in her arms.
“Mommy!” Violet cried. Lydia paused when she saw everyone in the foyer with me. Nobody came home with me besides my manager sometimes. I smiled and nodded that it was okay. She walked down the stairs and passed Violet to me.
“Everyone this is Violet.” I motioned my head to Violet. “And that’s Lydia. Lydia is Violet’s babysitter when I have shows.” Happy stared at Violet, his face showing no emotions at all. My dad came up and smiled at Violet. Violet looked at him before smiling.
“Papa!” She smiled. I giggled.
“I told you I showed her pictures.” I said. He smiled and held out his hands and looked at me for permission. I nodded and he took Violet.
“Hi there darlin.” He smiled at her. Everyone began to gush over her, except for Happy who was still just staring at her. My dad looked over at Happy.
“You going to come meet your daughter?” My dad said. My eyes widened in shock.
“You know?” I asked.
“I told him after we realized you left. I told him how it was my fault.” Happy said while not taking his eyes off of Violet.
“I gave him a black eye and a busted lip when he told me.” My dad said.
“Yeah he did.” Happy said. He stepped closer to Violet. “Can I hold her?”
“I don’t know…” I said. He looked at me.
“Can we talk for a second?” Happy asked.
“Yeah okay.” I said and lead him into the living room. I turned and looked at him.
“I didn’t mean what I said that day.” He said after a couple of seconds of awkward silence.
“Then why did you say it?” I asked.
“A week before you told me that you were pregnant I heard you talking with Tara.” He said. I looked at him confused. He sighed. “You had told her that you were messing around with someone. That it wasn’t anything serious and you were probably going to end it soon.”
“I… Oh…” I said as I remembered the conversation that I had with Tara. “Tara had found some condoms in my purse and I didn’t want her to tell my dad.” I told him.
“So…?” He prompted.
“Hap I didn’t mean it… I was actually… I was actually falling in love with you.” I confessed.
“You… what?” His eyes widened slightly.
“Look Hap I know that you never felt…” I was cut off when his lips came crashing down on mine.
“I loved you too. I still love you.” He confessed once he pulled back away from my lips. I smiled.
“We can’t go back to the way we were Hap.” I said.
“I know.” He nodded. “But I want to be in your life and our daughters, please.”
“We can take baby steps.” I said. “Let’s start with introducing you to your daughter.” He smiled and nodded. I lead him back into the foyer. Maybe this could be a new start for Violet and I.
~Hey guys so I’m still working on part five of the Juice one. I should have it up by next weekend though. Happy Birthday to @thejulietfarciertlove!~
“I just think the scene between Charlie and Tommy [Flanagan] over the blood is really indicative of how brutal they took it. And then you got DL, David Labrava, literally sobbing in the back of the van. [Laughs] I don’t think any of that was acting, really.” - 'Sons of Anarchy’ star Mark Boone Junior talks Bobby’s big moment [X]
Reader x Happy get frisky at Lyla and Opie’s wedding ;)
Sitting at one of the tables at the wedding reception, the smile on your face is hard to remove.
Seeing your two good friends tie the knot was a beautiful thing. The ceremony itself had been lovely, and now, in true SAMCRO tradition, everyone was getting shit faced.
You take a sip from your drink, the orange juice reminding you that you’re going to have to lug your, probably very drunk, boyfriend home tonight.
Still smiling to yourself, you spot him from across the room, a grin plastered on his face. Your heart warms as you watch him laughing and joking with Tig and Chibs.
You love seeing him so relaxed, so loose in his environment, and with a life like this it wasn’t often that he could be like that. Little things like this, the simplest things, make you realise how much you love Happy, and how thankful you are that he’s in your life.
As Chibs and Tig walk over to the happy couple, you get up from your seat, walking over to your old man. He’s facing you, leaning against the bar, so he sees you coming before you reach him. He smiles at you, reaching his hand out for you, pulling you into his chest. He places his beer down beside him, locking his arms around your back.
“You alright?” He asks, a slight smell of alcohol on his breath. You nod, straightening the front of his leather jacket.
“What about you? You good?” You ask, looking up into his eyes. He watches you, his eyes breathing you in for a moment before he nods, placing a single kiss to your lips.
“Did I mention how beautiful you look?” You laugh, a giddy feeling still overcoming you anytime that he compliments you. His face lights up at the sound, your laugh being his favourite melody.
You pretend to think for a moment, humming. “Maybe once or twice.” You tease. In fact, Happy had told you how good you looked multiple times today. It was hard to focus in the ceremony with his hand on your thigh, his fingers rising higher up your dress, your mind cloudy as you had to stop his actions numerous times.
“Mhm, that’s cause you do.” He moves his head to your neck, your eyes fluttering closed as he leaves small kisses on your neck. He nips at the skin, sucking slightly, your body feeling hot as you grab his shirt in your fist. You subconsciously tilt your head to the side, exposing more of yourself for his lips to grace.
“Hap.” You pant quietly, as he sucks a particularly sensitive part of your skin. He groans into your skin, the small whisper of his name making his cock lunge in his pants.
“Come with me.” He says, pulling you by the wrist and leading you through the forest a few feet from the party. Your heart is racing, your panties wet with how urgently Happy is pulling you, how desperate he is for you. Just for you.
He pushes you back gently, your back hitting a hard surface behind you. You stable yourself, the bark on the tree rough under your fingers.
Happy pushes his hands into your hair, pulling your lips forcefully to meet his. Your hands slip under his shirt, his stomach toned and smooth as you dance your fingertips around. He pulls at your bottom lip, a small moan leaving your mouth as he gently sucks.
He almost growls, grabbing your hair firmly in his grasp and forcefully turning you around. He pushes your dress up, the somewhat chilly air meeting your core. You hold onto the tree, looking forward, as you hear the sound of a belt buckle being undone behind you.
Your emotions are on overdrive. The ball of want in the bottom of your stomach being driven by the thought of being caught, being so exposed out here in public for all to see, your loved ones being just a short distance away.
Your hair still being held in makeshift pony tail, you feel your pussy being exposed completely, the thin fabric torn away by your ravenous partner. You close your eyes as the breeze tickles your most intimate areas, the need to be touched driving you insane.
You feel his calloused fingers up your folds, only checking to see if you’re wet enough before you feel his hard cock at your entrance.
“Quiet now, or else there will be punishment when we get home. You understand, little girl?” His voice is deep, demanding, leaving no room for negotiation. You whine needing, nodding, as he slips into you.
Your mouth parts as your fingers dig into the tree, your head being pulled back as Happy savours the feeling of your warm, wet walls around him.
“Fuck.” You moan deeply, his hand coming up to silence you before you get too loud. He brings his lips to your ear, his movements still as you adjust around him.
“What did I say about being quiet? Hmm?” He questions you, pulling out of you before sinking back into you slowly, deeply. Your body is drowning in ecstasy, the feeling of your boyfriend inside you being one you could feel forever.
He keeps his hand on your mouth, light enough to let you breathe, as he beings to thrust in and out of you. His hips slam into yours, his movements quick and strong. You bite your lip painfully, trying to keep the sounds of pleasure from pouring out of your mouth as he pounds you from behind, your eyes rolling into your head as he hits your most sensitive point over and over again.
The way he moves, the hunger in his actions, is making this whole thing ten times more erotic. Your pussy is aching, knowing that you made him feel this way, feel this desperate and ravenous for his release.
You can hear your pussy squelching, his cock slamming in and out of you. You’re close to your high, his hand clamping tightly on your mouth, silencing your moans and screams of delight.
He feels your centre clenching around his shaft, his body knowing yours well, knowing you’re close to the edge. He keeps up his thrusts, his hand tightening on your hair as he exposes your neck, sucking on your sweet spot.
You feel like you can’t take it, your body desperate and crazy for orgasm.
When it hits, you bite Happy’s hand, your screams coming out as tiny squeals. Your body convulses, shaking as your vision is splattered with stars. The intensity of your orgasm is shattering, the feeling overtaking you as your boyfriend rides you through it, the feel of tightening around him enough to send his come deep up into you, thick ropes of his hot liquid spurting.
He removes his hand from your mouth, carefully pulling out of you as he watches his come ooze out of your pussy. He pulls up his clothes, buckling his pants as you stumble, trying to pull your underwear up, your body weak.
He chuckles at you, assisting you in making yourself presentable. He spins you around, pulling your lips to his again, his hands squeezing your waist as yours wrap around his neck.
“I love you.” You tell him, pulling away bringing your hands to slide down his chest.
“I love you too.” He repeats, kissing you on the forehead. Linking your hand with his, you both begin to walk back up to the party. “We should fuck outside more often.”
You smack him playfully on the arm, his face sporting a cheeky grin as you look at him.
“So that’s where you scuttled off to.” You both look up, a smug Tig Trager in your path. You groan, turning to bury your face into Happy’s chest. “A quickie in the woods.”
“We sure did.” Happy tells him, his tone mischevious and proud.
“At least invite me next time, guys. You know I hate feeling left out.” Laughing, you push Tig out the way, trying to smooth your hair down as you walk to the restroom. What an eventful night.
A/N - Hope you liked this! I wrote this so easily which was great, it all just sort of came together :) the next one probably be about the reader and one of the boys (not sure which yet) only being a few months into their relationship and he finds out she’s got depression. Thanks for reading :)