Request: Imagine your Gemmas niece and your back in Charming. Chibs smut
The car pulled over to the side of the road and you angled the rear-view mirror to look at yourself. You rummaged through your handbag and pulled out your lipstick, and drew it across your lips. You grabbed your eye liner next and redrew your wings and after re applying your mascara you looked over your work. With a wink and a pout to your reflection, you shifted the mirror back into position and lifted the handbrake, driving smoothly back into the traffic and past the ‘Welcome To Charming’ sign. It had been years since you’d left. You had been naive and innocent then, just a young girl searching for herself. But now, you were back. The last few years had been kind to you, and your body had developed into that of a full blown woman. Curves in all the right places, soft skin and long legs. Your hair fell graciously down your back and anywhere you went all eyes were on you. Confidence radiated from you and you bathed in it. You loved the way heads turned when you walked into a room and the way other girls envied you. Sure, some of them were bitchy, but you had been raised by your Aunt Gemma til you were fifteen, and she had taught you to be the biggest bitch of all and not take anyones shit. You were similar to your Aunt in many ways. Neither of you gave a shit what anyone else thought, and nothing could stand in the way of getting what you wanted. You were fiercely loyal and you would do anything to protect the ones you loved. When you left she was still the Queen of SAMCRO, but you had heard that things had changed. A smirk spread across your face as you wondered who the poor bitch was that took Gemma’s place. No matter where your Aunts old man sat, everyone knew that as long as Jax was in SAMCRO, Gemma would always be queen. The familiar streets began to flow past you as you drove, the windows down and the warm air swirling through your car. You knew the way to TM like the back of your hand and before you knew it you were pulling into the lot, the row of hikes a welcome sight. No one knew you were coming and you smirked as you saw what you suspected were Prospects eyeing you from the garage. You didn’t see many familiar faces so you hopped out of your car an headed for the Office. The sound of your heels echoed across the pavement and you smirked as you felt the eyes on you. The door to the office was open and you could see Gemma sitting behind the desk, her head buried in the paperwork in front of her. You leant against the door and knocked lightly. “I’m busy.” Gemma said, without glancing up. A smile spread across your lips and you crossed your arms over your chest. “So you’re still a bitch, huh?” You asked. Gemma’s head snapped up but once she saw you her mouth dropped. “(Y/n)??!!” She gasped and stood up, tossing her glasses to the desk. “Hey Gem.” You grinned at her. You both moved closer and she embraced you in her arms. You squeezed her tightly, realising just how much you had missed her. “What are you doing here?” Gemma asked you, stepping back to look at you. “I heard there was a bitch trying to take your place.” You said with a smirk and Gemma smirked right back at you. “I am so glad your back.”
The clubhouse was exactly the same as you remembered. From the wall of mugshots to the strong smell of liquor and cheap perfume, and the same old rock songs playing through the speakers, just like they had so many years ago. You smiled as you looked around the room, taking in the familiar sight. You were home. “Chucky, get us a drink would you sweetheart?” Gemma called to a man behind the bar and he nodded immediately before grabbing two glasses. You smiled warmly to the strange man and he stuck his ‘hand’ out. You shook it gently and he grinned at you before passing you and Gemma your drinks and she smirked at him. “Thank you, Chucky.” She cooed and he blushed slightly before moving away. “So where is everyone?” You asked as you took a sip, your eyes glancing around the empty room. “Church.” Gemma explained and you nodded. After an hour of catching up with your Aunt both of your attention turned to the large doors as you heard them open, and SAMCRO began to file out. You rested your elbows against the bar behind you and leant back, a smirk on your face as you studied the familiar faces. Jax was the first to notice you and his face lit up with joy. You hopped of the stool and ran towards him, throwing your body into his open arms. He swung you round, squeezing you tightly and you threw your head back and laughed loudly, letting your hair fall down your back. He placed you back on the ground and you both grinned at each other goofily. “Long time no see, Teller.” You smirked and nudged him playfully. A large hand ruffled your hair and you turned only to be wrapped up in a bear hug by Ope. You had always been close with the two, being only two years younger and you had spent a lot of your childhood with them. You grinned and hugged him back. “What took you so long?!” Opie beamed and you grinned back at him. Slowly the familiar faces began to swarm towards you and you embraced each of them dearly. Bobby, Tig, and Uncle Clay. Chibs stood near the back and you smirked at his wide eyes before moving forward and throwing your arms around his neck. “Hey Chibby.” You purred in his ear. His arms held you awkwardly and you fought back a laugh, knowing it was your appearance that was having this affect on him. When you had left Charming you were a young girl, with too much attitude for her own good. But these guys hadn’t seen you in years, and all their jaws were practically hitting the floor as they looked over your now developed figure. He fought to keep his eyes away from your curves and your cleavage and he smiled at you warmly. They introduced you to the others you didn’t know yet, Juice, Happy, and Kozik. Each of them looked you up and down, smirks on their faces as they took you in, but you were used to it. “So how long are you here for?” Jax asked you as he threw an arm over your shoulder and you all walked towards the bar. You shrugged. “Til I get sick of seeing your ugly face.” You smirked up at him and he shoved you playfully, both of you laughing. Soon the drinks started flowing, the music played louder, and the air began to merge with the smoke from ciggarettes and joints. Laughter filled the room and you say with your SAMCRO family, catching up and laughing together about all the things you’d missed.
The sun began to set outside, but you were oblivious. You sat around the clubhouse, all of you well on your way to being drunk as you all belted out the words to ‘You shook me all night long’. You had always been the life of the party, and your friends had always said you were like a chameleon, able to fit in with any crowd no matter your differences. People seemed to relax around you, and tonight you had had everyone in fits of laughter, and for the first time in a long time the boys had forgotten there problems. No one noticed the door to the clubhouse open, and no one notice Tara walk in, her hands on her hips as she looked at the chaos. You were on the table, the boys around you, all of you screaming the lyrics to each other, grins on your faces. Chibs’ eyes were locked on you as you swayed your hips and moved to the music. However you had a habit of getting a bit too excited when you heard ACDC and after swinging your head around the table, your hair flowing, you slipped and your cousin Jax caught you, all of you erupting in laughter. Tara stormed across the room, a scowl on her face as Jax lowered you to the ground. You didn’t see her coming, your back was too her and she stormed up to you. From across the room Gemma watched, a smirk on her face. Tara pushed your shoulder roughly, making your body turn to face her. you looked her up and down, a wicked smirk on your face as you looked her over. She had never met you, and she stepped closer to you, her fists clenched by her sides. “Stay the fuck away from my man.” She spat. You raised your eye brows, and scoffed. “Excuse me?” “Jax is mine, bitch.” She said coldly and she shoved you once more. That was the final straw. Fire filled your bones and your fist collided with her jaw. Her head snapped to the side and she clutched her face in shock before it turned into a scowl. She swung her fist, but you were faster. This time, you got her right in the nose, and a cracking noise confirmed a break. Tara fell to the ground and you leapt on top of her. Fists were flying and you could feel arms trying to lift you off her. But you resisted, despite Tara having her hands wrapped around your hair. With one final blow to her jaw you stopped resisting, letting the strong arms lift you. Before they could carry you away you stared down at her as she looked up at you in shock, blood pouring from her nose. “Your standards have dropped, Jackson.” You said loudly before squatting in front of her. “But luckily for you, bitch, I’m not really into fucking my cousin.”
The strong arms held you firmly and you were marched across the clubhouse. When you turned around you saw it was Chibs leading you and you didn’t mind so much. He led you in silence to the hallway and you walked with your head held high. Tara had managed to get a couple of good hits on you but nothing too major. You might have a couple of bruised and scratches in the morning but you’d been in worse fights before, and you knew you’d look better than her. Chibs opened the door and you followed him in, your eyes scanning the room you realised was his dorm. “Ye alright lass?” He asked you softly. You walked to the bed and flashed him a grin over your shoulder. “Couldn’t be better.” You winked and he chuckled lightly. “Where’d ye learn to fight like that?” He asked you as he moved across the room and both of you sat on the bed. You looked at him and raised you eye brows. “You do remember who raised me, right?” You asked playfully and you both laughed. Chibs reached into the bedside tables drawer and pulled out a bottle of whiskey. His strong hands unscrewed the bottle and he took a long swig before passing the bottle to you. It was smooth down your throat and you passed it back to him. Your fingers touched his as you passed the bottle and you felt a spark of electricity run through you, and warmth began to grow inside you. Chibs placed the bottle on the table and you both sat in silence. Neither of you could deny the sexual chemistry burning in the air. It was just a matter of who would make the first move. Of course, it was you. Slowly, you stood and stepped in front of Chibs. His eyes met yours and you smiled at him, your hands reaching out and running along his shoulders. You lifted your knees onto the bed and sat in his lap, straddling him. His hands touched your thighs and you bit your lip as you looked into his deep eyes. You both moved your heads together, teasing each other, his hands caressing your thighs and your hands running through his hair. His breath was in your lips and you licked your own lips before moving your head forward. His lips were soft on yours, cautious, almost, but the feel of him lit a hunger inside you. You pressed your lips against his once more and ran your tongue across his lip. His hands moved to your waist and he gripped you firmly as his mouth moved with yours. Your hips rolled against him and you moaned softly at the friction, you could feel how hard he was already through your clothes. His hands explored your body, searching desperately across your skin and he lifted your shirt, tossing it behind you. His lips moved down your neck and he sucked roughly at your skin, making you tug gently at his hair. Your hips continued to grind against him and you clutched desperately at him as his lips explored your neck and the curve of your breasts. His hands moved up your back and he unclipped your bra expertly before letting it drop to the floor. You pushed him back on the bed and lay on top of him, your hips grinding against his and your lips pressing against him. His hands were warm on your skin yet they sent shivers through you. His hands dipped under the waist band of your jeans and he held you to him as you rolled your hips against his, both of you moaning. You pushed his kutte off his shoulders and impatient hands unbuttoned his shirt. Chibs rolled you onto your back and you moaned as he pressed his hardness against your core. His lips moved to your breast and he sucked roughly at your nipple, and you gasped as you felt him bite it gently. His hands moved to your jeans and he tugged them down your thighs roughly. His eyes took in every inch of you as he unbuckled his belt and dropped his jeans to the floor, his boxers following instantly. His member stood proudly and you licked your lips as he moved onto the bed and hovered over you. You reached up and kissed his lips softly. His hands moved to your panties and he pushed them to the side before lining himself up at your entrance. You moaned as he rubbed himself against your folds and he pushed forwards slowly. A gasp escaped your lips as he pushed into you and he paused for a moment, letting you adjust to him. You both looked into each other’s eyes before kissing deeply. A list burnt within you and you moved your hips, signalling him to continue. He took the hint and moved his hips against you, both of you moaning at the sensation. His thrusts became deeper and his whole length pulled out of you slowly before slamming back in. Your back arched off the bed and Chibs began to pound into you relentlessly, his hands gripping your legs and his mouth wrapped around the skin in your neck. You felt every inch of his length enter you and you moaned his name. His thrusts became faster, harder, more desperate. “Chibs.” You moaned as he filled you and he growled. Your nails scratched down his back as he moved inside you. His hand ran between your bodies and his thumb reached your clit, rubbing soft circles. “Cum for me little girl.” He growled and you moaned loudly at his words. His thrusts shook your body and you both moaned as you both reached your release. His movements slowed and he rested over you as you both caught your breath. After a moment he lifted his head and pressed his lips to yours softly before rolling off you. You rolled onto your side and smiled at him through hooded eyes. “Well, that was fun.”
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Each encounter with the Commander never mirrored the last. He enjoyed playing with you. You were a fascinating toy for him, an experiment waiting in his bed.
Tonight he left you blindfolded and ordered you to sit on your knees. As per usual, you had no idea what his intentions were, but you supposed that was part of the thrill. After what seemed like hours, you heard the faint thud of his boots, followed by weight shifting on the mattress.
Broad, leather digits found their way through your hair, gathering the strands around your face and balling it into a single fist. He gave a quick tug, tipping your head back against his chest, your feet fully tucked under your rear. From this angle, you were entirely exposed to him–your body accented by the faint lighting of his quarters.
He relaxed his grip, and you heard him sigh in satisfaction, admiring your figure as one palm cupped your face, thumb sliding between your lips in coercion. You obliged, parting them quickly to welcome him. You let your tongue glide over the rough seams of his glove, scraping your teeth along the tip. He pressed in further, forefinger stroking your face in silent appreciation when he began to hear you gag each time he stroked against your uvula. His other hand snaked down the dip between your exposed breasts, trailing down to your stomach.
“Perfect. So obedient–such a good little kitten, aren’t you?” his voice was barely a whisper–more hot breath against your skin than anything. You nodded against his intrusive finger lightly in response, and he rubbed along your tongue, collecting the saliva pooling inside your mouth.
When he was satisfied, he drew his digit away, using the fluids from your mouth to lubricate his next two fingers. His other hand grazed further down your torso–pausing at the hip and tracing dangerously close to your folds. Just enough to make you arch further into him, whimpering when they danced along your thigh instead. You rolled your hips again and he skated his soaked fingers down directly to your aching sex, giving it a light smack. Typically it would have felt softer against his bare hand, but the material bound around it made you yelp and with the unforgiving sting.
He repeated the process again, “Enough, pet, that’s not how my whore asks.”
You bit back another whimper, settling your hips and allowing him to continue his teasing. Instead, you tried concentrating on the feeling of your saliva leaving thin trails around the sensitive flesh at your center. How it left moist chills behind with the rough threads catching every so often on your slit. Finally, you felt a prodding finger dip inside, stroking at the hood of your clit and slithering down to your entrance. Another digit joined that and he pumps into you quickly, hooking up over your pubic bone, running his fingertips over the nerves.
“I’m not sure which end of you is drooling more for me,” he drug his hand away from you, pulling an obscene amount of liquid with it, “maybe you should taste it to find out.”
And with that he pushed those fingers past your lips, letting you taste the sharp yet sweet juices. You drank it down like it was the only thing that would satiate you, licking the film you created off of his digits entirely.
“Such a good girl. So filthy, so needy to please her Commander."
You nodded in agreement and sucked his fingers all the way in, letting him rub at the roof of your mouth, thumb dragging over your upper lip.
His other hand trickled down your side and back up again, applying soft pressure to feel each protrusion of your ribs. When he made it to the curvature of your chest, he began palming at your breast and snapping your nipple down with his thumb.
The touch was so gentle, yet you knew it was the calm before the storm, soon those light caresses would turn into unforgiving kneads against your skin. The small strikes he left on your cunt would become full spanks and you were certain he would leave colorful blotches of bruises over your hips, stomach and neck. Each experience was another reminder of how you belonged to him and how he needed to prove it continuously.
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