ron boone

Here comes your man

Imagine you take a shower in Happy’s dorm, so when he hugs you, you smell like a man, and he gets jealous. 

Originally posted by crackshipfactory

Working at TM was so fun you sometimes forgot it was supposed to be your job. You were a mechanic at your hometown, and currently, apart from Gemma on the office the only woman working there. 

Born and raised in Charming, growing up a tomboy, you loved riding your bikes around with Opie and Jax, going to Gemma’s Sunday dinner and getting your title along with everyone else. Two months after you graduated, Clay called you, asking you to work for him at TM. You immediately said yes. 

Later on, you met your old man, Happy Lowman. Both of you clicked right away, you being attracted due to all of his mistery and lovely persona, him being dragged towards you by how you still let your tomboy show and how you didn’t needed a knight in shinning armor to come at your rescue. You’ve been together as a couple for 3 years and were currently engaged. 

That afternoon was a particular hot one, making you put down the top of your grey suit, showing your white tank top now stained with oil and dirt from the bike you were working on, along with Chibs. You got up, taking off your gloves and lighting up a cigarette for your break. Chibs was coming back from the bar, holding two beers on his hand, handing you one when he got to the picnic table. You nodded and smiled at him, toasting to a good life and sipped on your beer. Happy was on the run along with Jax and Bobby, and he promised to be back at night for you guys date night. Tonight you were going to Little Annie’s Steak House, down at main street. You’ve been begging Happy to take you there since the night of the inauguration and tonight was the night. 

“Don’t worry, lass.” The Scotsman said, drinking from his beer and smirking, teasing you. “I’m sure Hap loves an oily and dirty babe on the spot.” You frowned when you noticed he was right. Happy was going to be at TM soon and you couldn’t show up at the Steak house looking the way you were. 

“Oh shit.” You bit your thumb nail and chugged down the rest of your beer. “Happy’s dorm is open, right?”

“Of course not.” Chib scoffed. “You really think your old man would leave his room open?” You sighed, running your hands on your face, only smearing the oil around your cheeks. “Gemma must have the key, though. She’s at the office.” You smiled and kissed the grey hair man scarred cheek. 

“Thank you!” you said, running around to the office to get the keys of Happy’s room. 

Once you were there, you got rid of your grey suit, white tank top and heavy work black boots, leaving you in the white lace lingerie you loved so much. You folded your clothes and placed them on the sink, closing the bathroom door and letting the warm water pour out. You loved how the shower smelled so manly. Aftershave, plain soap, and cologne. Just like Happy. You worked on yourself, getting you all bubbly, and most important clean. 

After a relaxing hot shower, you stepped out in your panties, not bothering to wear a bra. You slipped on your baggy olive green pants and got into your converse, one of Happy’s old SAMCRO white t-shirt over you and you were almost ready to go. Standing in front of the mirror, you started to work on your hair, styling for it to look cute. Adding a light make up and you were ready to go, but stepped back with a smile as you saw your old man walk into his room with a bloody white t-shirt. 

You were used to this by now. You’ve became an expert in removing blood off clothes but Happy always managed to make you worry. You stared at him.


“Nah, little girl. Never.” He said removing his shirt and throwing it away into the bin. You bit your lips at the sight of his eight pack and those crazy v lines that drived you crazy.  You walked over to him, wrapping your arms around his torso, looking up at him, delighted with the view. He smirked down at you, licking hips lips. “Hey, you.” 

“Hey yourself.” You said pressing hard against him. He grabbed your ass cheeks, lifting you up, you taking the hint and wrapping your legs around his waist. He pinned you against the wall, kissing around your neck and, open mouth kisses, his ears being filled with your sharp breaths. “Hap…” you groaned, your nipples already poking out of the white shirt. You sucked in a breath when he got off you, obviously stopping and looking at you, eyebrows furrowed. You looked back at him, confusing in your eyes as he put you down

“What’s wrong?” You asked, your hands going to his cheek, only to be pulled down by him. “Hap!”

“Where is he?” He said lifting his eyebrow and grabbing his gun out of his waist. He started to pace around the room, lifting everything, turning all the things upside down. “Where the fuck is he?” 

“What the fuck are you talking about?” you said following him around the room. “You really think i would cheat on you?” catching the hint you leaned against the wall you were making out 5 minutes ago. “On your fucking clubhouse?” 

“You smell like a fucking men.” He said. “I want to know who he is, where he is and if he has any last words.” Happy stated as he looked around the room and out of the window. You rolled your eyes, a smirk on your face. “Now what’s so fucking funny? Lover boy’s gonna suffer a painful and slow death.” 

“Crazy old man” You said pointing at your clothes on the ground. “I took a shower in your bathroom, idiot.” You said, shaking your head. “I smell like a man, because i took a bath and i used all your shit, paranoid freak.” 

Realization hitted Happy Lowman like a ton of bricks. He scrunched up his nose and put the gun back in his waist, looking at you with a calm face now, as you smirked at him, arms crossed. 

“Okay, i freaked out.” He admitted. You nodded and smiled at him, finding it cute how he was so worried about loosing you. You licked your lips out of habit and walked over to him, pulling him down until your lips were in front of each other. 

“I would be an idiot if i cheated on you, old man.” He nodded, smirking down at you again, running his hands inside your t-shirt. 

“I’m an idiot for believing you would” He said, pecking your lips, slowly deepening the kiss. “On my defense…” he said in between hot kisses. “I love you too much, the mere thought of another man laying hands on you drives me fucking insane…” 

“That’s a good thing.” You said grabbing both of his hands and pulling him towards you. “You’re only one laying hands on me.” You smirked lusty at him as you got rid of the shirt on your body. He licked his lips, nodding, loving the view. 

“Damn right, little girl.”