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Happy, Happy

Request: 5. What the fuck does that mean!?! 8. Bitch, you better know who you’re talking to. With Happy

You were a simple person. You weren’t too demanding when it came to things like your love life or work. You just asked for respect and gave it back. Otherwise if the respect wasn’t there, you didn’t give any. Which it seemed like this random croweater didn’t seem to grasp.

She must be new, you thought to yourself. You walked up to the hoe that decided tonight was a good night to start rubbing up on your man. You stood there for a good second as you watched Happy trying to push the crazy lady off of him before finally clearing your throat. She glanced back but looked back at Happy who was looking at you in thought. He knew how defensive you could get.

You glared at the back of her head before grabbing her shoulder and forcing her to turn around. “What?!?” She asked you with attitude in her voice. She seemed a little slow. You cocked your head to the side as you glared at her.

“I don’t think my Old Man likes you rubbing up on him, harlot. Maybe you should take your dump somewhere else.” You told her as you walked around her and sat in his lap. He wrapped his arms around you and buried his head into your neck.

“What the fuck does that mean?!?” She asked, offended. She huffed as Happy wasn’t showing her any attention.

You laughed at her. “Do you not know what harlot means?” You asked her. You felt Happy smile against your skin and his body shake with silent laughter.

“Duh, I don’t speak geek.” She said as her voice got higher.

You spoke slowly, as if talking to a child. “It means whore, hoe, how any other way to say to cum dump.”

She gasped. You laughed at her reaction. “Man, are you dumb.” You said.

Some of the others were laughing at her, too. That was until she decided she was gonna talk back to you. “You cunt! I think you’re the whore here!” She said as she crossed her arms.

You stopped laughing and your face went serious.

“Bitch, you better know who you’re talking to.” You heard from behind you. You turned your head and saw Tara standing behind you and Happy. She stood there with her hands on her hips and a glare in her eyes as she stood up to the croweater.

The croweater backed off a little as she saw that she was unevenly matched with two other women after her along with some of the Sons around you that were watching the situation, waiting to push the bitch out of here.

Finally, she huffed off to find another conquest for the night. Hopefully, a single man. Don’t need anymore drama tonight.

Everyone laughed as she looked like a toddler off to see their mommy. You turned to Tara. “Thanks, chick.” 

“No problem, I noticed the situation and thought you might need help.” She told you and patting you on the shoulder before heading back to Jax.

You turned to Happy as he looked up at you with a grin. “My lady, all defensive.” He said.

“Well, someone has to make sure you don’t get in trouble.” You joked back.

You both chuckled as you leaned down and pressed your lips against his. 

Request: We got you

Request: How about a story where Y/N is a new girl in Charming, working as a waitress at the club’s favourite dinner. You start to get close to them and they ask you to help serve at some parties and at one a prospect, or hangaround, gets a little too handsy and they have to step in?

Tig Trager Warns You, This Imagine Contains: harassment

Originally posted by karladahmer

They got divorced. After years of happy marriage, my parents got divorced. I guess it wasn’t such a happy conjugal life after all. I was in college and my last summer break was close, I had no idea where I should go. My father was still living in our house, but mom had moved to California. My only plan was to work during the summer, save money, and when mom called, telling me her friend had a job for me, I made my decision. I packed and hopped on a plane to California.

The job was as a waitress in a Charming’s diner downtown and I just glad to have my own money and that experience. I had been doing fine, getting good tips, especially from the Sons. The Samcro bikers were regulars at the diner, coming over from breakfast or lunch after a run to somewhere out of town. I liked them, despite all the things I had heard around town. They were always nice to me.

That morning, they were talking about a party and it would be a big one apparently. They sounded so excited that I thought I had become invisible as I poured coffee on their cups, but then Bobby talked to me.

“How about making some extra cash sweetheart?”, he looking at me over his glasses, “This is gonna be a huge party and Gemma could use some help. You have experience, should help serve at the party”

Gemma Teller. I had heard a lot about her and, to be honest, she was the one who scared me among the Samcro family. I bit my lip, “I don’t know Bobby”

“I know you heard about our parties and that we’re savages”, Tig smirked, “But we will keep you safe. I promise”

They were looking at me, waiting for an answer, “I’ll think about it. I promise”

I did thought about it and realized, looking at my plans for next semester, that the extra cash would be great. I knew my mother wouldn’t like it, but I said yes anyway. Boys showed up at the diner on the next day and Jax gave me his mother’s number, I had to deal with Gemma now. I was so nervous when I called her, but she was gentle and said the boys had said good things about me. She needed me at the clubhouse on Friday night, but if I could be there earlier it would be even better. By the end afternoon I met Gemma at her office and she introduced me to the other girls helping at the party. They were used to those parties and I felt a bit intimidated, worried about doing a good job.

I had been helping Chuck all day and was seated outside, on a break, when the boys arrived. They hopped off their bikes and Chibs was the first one to see me, wrapping ar arm around my shoulders, “Hi darling. How are you doing?”

“Good”, I smiled, “Gemma is great, she told me to help Chucky, stay close to him”

“Don’t worry sweetheart”, Bobby entered the clubhouse as we all followed him, “And tells us if anybody bother you”

“Okay”, I nervously nodded.

“We mean it”, Tig emphasized and kissed the top of my head. They were being nice, but I was still nervous. I decided to find Chucky and go back to work. 

Boys were right, it was a big party indeed. I saw kuttes from at least two different places and many hangarounds too, people who knew the Sons and were friends of the club. Chucky wanted me to stay behind the bar since I was new around there, said he didn’t want anyone taking me for a sweet butt or crow eater. I did what he told, but that didn’t stop men from hitting on me. I had said no a dozen times already and it had worked so far. 

I just had opened a new bottle of whisky when this young Son leaned over the counter, asking for a drink. I served him, but he didn’t let me go, grabbing my wrist. 

“Let go”, I calmly said, but he just smirked. 

“You do know that you’re here to please, don’t you babe?”, he licked his lips and I only felt disgusted. He was drunk and couldn’t hold my wrist when I pulled back.

“I’m not your babe”, I hissed. I knew I should tell one of the boys, but I also wanted to handle it on my own, “Get lost”

He glared at me for a second and then shrugged, walking away from the bar. I rolled my eyes when I saw the prospect patch on his back. I breathed deeply as I looked around and noticed Gemma staring at me across the room. She just raised an eyebrow; I nodded that everything was fine and continued to work. At some point, people started to leave, find rooms or just fall on the couches or floor. Gemma told me I could go, paid me and kissed my cheeks, saying I had done a good job and she hoped to see me again soon. I grabbed my car keys and walked outside. I just had closed the door behind me when someone grabbed my arm and pulled me to his chest.

“Leaving without saying goodbye to me?”, his drunk giggle was enough for me to recognize the man as the idiot that was hitting on me later. 

“Let me go”, I clenched my jaw and was ready to hit him if I had too. My father had insisted on self-defense classes before I leave for college. He laughed but it got choked on his throat when someone else held him in a lock. Chibs kept me from falling, holding me by my waist.

“Are you okay?”, he asked. I nodded, watching Tig and Happy hold the prospect as Jax approached him. Samcro president had a smirk on his lips and I couldn’t listen him, but he clearly was threatening my stalker, whose eyes widened. 

“Do. You. Understand?”, Jax asked louder, the prospect nodded and he told Tig and Happy to let the boy go. He ran as the devil himself was after him and Jax finally turned to look at me.

“Are you okay darling?”, he asked.

“Yes”, I nodded, “Thanks… What did you just say to him? You scared the shit out of that boy”

“Don’t worry about that darling”, Jax winked as him and Chibs walked me to my car, “We got you”

Not Your Babe

Originally posted by redwood-orginals

Originally posted by dayaholics

Request: Imagine your FWB with Happy and he gets jealous when somebody buys you a drink.


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Request: Jealous Happy imagine with lots of smut.



His fingers slipped beneath your shirt and the cool metal of his rings pressed against your skin.
You moaned softly as he kissed down your neck, sucking only hard enough to leave a faint mark.
“Happy,” You moaned.
His lips became fiercer on your skin and he growled lowly at the mention of his name.
He always knew how to make you melt under his touch. And you’d give anything to spend everyday locked away in a room, just you and Happy Lowman. But you couldn’t be late for work again.
With a groan you pushed him off you.
Happy stepped back, and his dark eyes met yours.
“I’ve gotta go, Hap.” You whispered.
You saw his jaw clench and you bit your lip before reaching up and you pecked his lips softly.
“You’ll come back tonight.” Happy rasped.
It wasn’t a question, you knew it was an order and you rolled your eyes.
“Not tonight.” You said and reached down.
You lifted your heels off the floor and slipped them on your feet before smoothing down your skirt.
Happy stared at you, his face blank.
“It’s girls night.” You explained further.
Still, he didn’t respond.
You rolled your eyes and lifted your handbag onto your shoulder.
“Call me.” You said and pecked his lips once more before turning towards the door and walking down the hallway.
You knew he was mad that you were blowing him off to hang out with your girlfriends tonight.
But honestly, you were sick of being his booty call.
For months now, you had been ‘friends’ with Happy. You knew he liked you and he knew you liked him.
But Happy Lowman was stubborn when it came to dating. He was a cold hearted Killer, and he was convinced that if he let you into his heart and into his life you would be in danger.
And so he kept you at a distance, his dirty little secret.
You didn’t mind, not at first.
But the longer this whole thing went on the harder it got, and the more you needed some type of commitment from him.
You needed to go out tonight, with your friends and without Happy. You needed to clear your mind and just be free for a night.
The morning air was crisp and you smoothed your hair down as you walked across the Teller-Morrow lot towards your car.
It was Friday, so you prayed that your day at work would go fast and before you knew it you could be at the bar, vodka in your hand and you could forget about these feelings that were clouding your mind.

You could always hear her before you saw her. And even as the car sped down your street, you knew instantly it was her from the music booming through the windows.
You had met Paige four years ago when you first moved to Charming, and since that very first day of knowing your best friend your life had never been the same.
She was like a wild storm, and she knew how to bring out your bad side.
Together, you always seemed to get yourselves into mischief.
The tyres screeched as she pulled into your driveway and you laughed to yourself.
With a quick glance in the mirror you grabbed your bag and slung it over your shoulder.
You walked out of your house and headed towards the car.
“Oh hell no!” Paige yelled as she leaned out the drivers window, a cigarette in her hands as she eyed your appearance.
“What?” You asked.
“You are not getting laid dressed like that!”
You laughed loudly and rolled your eyes.
“Trust me, I can get laid. I’m just not looking for anyone tonight.”
Paige eyes you suspiciously and blew out her smoke before she got out of the car.
“Whatever you say, (y/n). But I am, and I ant go out with you looking like that.”
You looked down at your black skinny jeans and your black tank. It was your classic outfit. Your go-to. You weren’t really into dressing up, but atleast you’d put heels on for tonight, and your hair was hanging loosely around your shoulders
You thought you looked okay.
Paige, however, thought differently and she reached into the backseat of her car and pulled out a rucksack.
“Get back inside, bitch.”
You laughed and turned around.
Paige was crazy, but she was also stubborn and you knew there was no point in arguing. Plus, it might actually be fun to let her dress you tonight.
After watching her rummage through her bag in your bedroom she finally pulled out a black dress.
Your mouth dropped open when you saw it.
“No way.”
“Come oooooon (y/n)! Just for tonight!” Paige begged and clutched the dress to her chest, her bottom lip pouted out and her puppy dog eyes on full blow.
“Nah-uh. It is WAY too short. I cant pull that off.” You said and crossed your arms.
Paige said nothing but she shuffled towards you, and somehow her eyes got wider and her lip pouted further.
She blinked rapidly at you and tilted your head and you sighed and raised your arms before dropping them to your sides.
“Tonight. Only tonight!” You said sternly.
Paige squealed and grabbed your arm, dragging you in front of the full-length mirror.
She held the dress out in front of your body and you both tilted your heads to the side, trying to imagine your outfit.
“You are gonna look so hot.”

You stepped out of the cab and smoothed down the dress, clinging to your curves snugly.
“Thankyou!” Paige called to the driver and shut the door behind her before swinging her arm through yours.
“You look great. Lets go!” She said excitedly.
With a deep breath, you nodded and together you walked forwards and entered the bar.
Paige had done a good job, you had to admit.
Never in your life you had imagined that you would ever go out dressed like this.
The black dress was skin tight, clinging perfectly to your curves and hugging your body til it stopped mid thigh. The sleeves hung off your shoulders, showing off your collar bones and your rounded cleavage.
She had straightened your hair to perfection, and styled it so it hung around your shoulders and framed your face. She had even done your make up, ‘contouring’ and filling in your eyelids with different shades of silver and black, and the sharpest wing of eyeliner you had ever seen.
It was completely different to your normal jeans and top kinda look, but even you had to say you looked pretty damned good.
Clearly, you weren’t the only one that thought that, because as you entered the bar heads began to turn towards you both.
You and Paige both looked at each other and smirked before striding to the bar arm and arm.
“Ladies, what can I get for you?” The bartender asked.
“Four vodkas.” Paige ordered and blinked her eyes flirtily with the man behind the bar.
He winked and moved to grab the drinks and you both turned to survey tonight’s crowd.
“Shotgun the blondie in the back.” Paige whispered and you laughed.
You weren’t on the look out tonight, and you silently prayed that the rest of the girls would hurry up and get here so you had an excuse not to flirt with a random stranger.
No one else could compare to Happy Lowman, but you couldn’t exactly say that. Your friends didn’t know about Happy, and you knew they wouldn’t be exactly pleased to hear of your involvement with him.
Happy had a reputation, the whole club had a reputation, and your friends were.. different.
They lived a pretty straight life, abiding by all laws, never stepping a toe out of line, married with kids kinda girls, and if they knew that you were with a Son, they would definitely not be pleased.
In all honesty, you didn’t give a fuck what they thought. Happy was different to any other guy you had met in your life, and despite not being exclusive with him he always treated you right.
Paige would probably be the only one that would approve. In fact, she’d probably ask if he had any single friends.
But until you had a serious commitment from Happy, he was your little secret.
“Holy shit! (y/n) you look hot!”
You looked towards the door and laughed before twirling.
Your friends whistled and laughed as they moved across the bar to join you.
After hugging each other and they all got an eyeful of your outfit you all turned towards the bar.
Tonight was just beginning.

Seven vodkas later and the music was flooding through the speakers.
Laughter surrounded you as you swayed your hips to the music, your friends grinding to the beat beside you.
You’d been at the bar for a few hours now, and now you were all on the dance floor.
There were a few guys around you, trying to snake their hands onto your hips but you pushed them off overtime before stepping around them and moving closer to your friends.
“Looks like you got an admirer.” Lana whispered to you.
You laughed and raised your eyebrows at her, your body continuing to move to the music.
“Hes been watching you.” She said and nodded across the room before winking at you and turning towards one of the guys nearby.
You shook your head and ran your hand through your hair before scanning your eyes across the crowd.
You scanned the faces across the bar, looking for the guy she was talking about.
And suddenly you met his eyes.
The same dark eyes you lost yourself in overtime you looked into them.
The eyes of Happy Lowman.
You gulped and stopped moving and a ghost of a smirk crossed his lips.
His eyes never left yours and your heart was almost beating out of your chest.
What was he doing here?
He knew you were having a girls night.
And how long had he been here, watching you?
Your cheeks reddened slightly and you were relieved when Paige grabbed your arm.
“I needa pee.” She whispered and dragged you away from the dancefloor.
You glanced at Happy and she followed your gaze.
“Damn girl. If you’re not keen, shotgun.” She winked and headed for the bathroom.
You watched Happy twirl a toothpick between his lips and a slight shiver ran down your spine and you turned to follow your friend to the bathroom.
The music was softer at the back of the bar and you leant against the wall across from the bathroom as Paige went inside.
After almost a minute a shadow fell across you and you glanced up.
Happy stood in the hallway, his dark eyes watching you and a smirk playing on his lips.
“What are you doing here, Hap?” You asked and crossed your hips.
Happy stepped closer to you and moved in front of you, his eyes running over your outfit.
He leant towards you and placed his hands on the wall behind you, closing you in.
“You look good, little girl.” He said, his voice low and raspy.
A shiver ran down your spine once more and you bit your lip, unable to help the heat that was pooling within you.
“You shouldn’t be here, Happy. Its girls night.” You told him sternly.
He leant closer and you could feel his breath on your lips.
“I wanted to see you.” He said and licked his lips.
God, he know how to make you weak.
But you could hear the water running as Paige washed her hands in the bathroom and you knew if she came out and saw you in this position, with Happy pressed against you, she would have endless questions.
“You gotta go, Happy. Now.” You whispered urgently.
A part of you wanted him to stay, to push you up against the wall and take you right there, but you knew it wasn’t a good idea.
Happy smirked and leant closer and you looked up towards the ceiling.
His hot breath lingered on your skin and  he kissed your neck softly before moving to your ear.
“I know you want me, little girl.” He whispered before pushing away from you suddenly and slinking back into the bar.
You watched him go, leaving you breathless and you wanted nothing more than to go home with him right now.
“Whats wrong with you?” Paige asked.
“Huh?”
You snapped back to reality and saw your best friend watching you curiously as she leant against the bathroom door.
She laughed lightly.
“Lets get another drink.”

Another hour had passed and you once again found yourself on the dance floor.
However this time, you weren’t quite as carefree as before.
The only thing you could think of was Happys dark eyes, watching you from across the room.
Every now and then you would catch his gaze and you’d blush, suddenly feeling self conscious as you swayed to the music in the tight little dress.
You were annoyed that he had shown up like this.
He knew you were having a night out with the girls, and you wouldn’t be able to enjoy it properly with him practically breathing down your neck.
Every awkward minute that passed you seemed to be getting angrier.
He thought he could just turn up and ruin your night, as if he had some kind of claim over you.
When according to him, you were just ‘friends’.
“Want another drink?” Lana asked you and you nodded.
“Please.”
You walked with your friend to the bar and you avoided looking into the area where Happy was sitting.
You ordered another vodka and leant against the bar when you felt someone nudge against your shoulder.
“Let me buy that for you.”
You looked towards the voice.
He wasn’t ugly, not at all. In fact, if your heart wasn’t taken by the Tacoma Killer you might actually consider dating this guy.
“Thats okay. I’ll get it.” You said warmly.
“Naw, lemme get it for you. Pretty girl like you shouldn’t be buying her own drinks.”
You rolled your eyes and laughed and the guy tossed a bill on the counter for the bartender.
“You wanna dance?” He asked you.
You bit your lip. It was definitely one way to get back at Happy for turning up here.
“Why not?” You grinned.
The guy smiled back at you and grabbed your hand, leading you back onto the dance floor.
Across the room Happy seethed with rage as he watched you move across the room with that jerk.
His jaw clenched so hard that the toothpick in his mouth snapped in half.
And on the dance floor you began to move.

The music was loud and you moved to the music, your hair falling freely down your back.
The guy from the bar snaked his hands onto your hips and he began to grind in time with the music.
A smirk played on your lips and you moved your body in sync with his.
“You wanna get outta here?” He whispered in your ear.
You laughed and shook your head.
“Come on babe.” He whispered and his hands moved down you body and squeezed your ass.
“No.” You said and moved his hands off you.
The guy chuckled and raised his eyebrows.
“You wanna play hard to get babe?” He asked and moved towards you.
“Im not you’re babe.” You shoved him away and before you knew what was happening Happy stepped in front of you and swung his fist.
It collided with the guys face and he fell to the floor.
Happy knelt over him and muttered something that was too low for you to hear and then he turned and grabbed your wrist.
He dragged you across the bar and outside and you followed him like a lost puppy.
The door had just closed behind you when it opened again.
“(Y/n)!? Are you okay?” Paige asked.
Happy stopped and dropped your hand and he turned to watch you.
“Yeah, Im fine babe.” You told your friend.
She nodded slowly and looked between you and Happy.
“You want me to take you home?” She asked.
“I can take her home.” Happy said quietly.
You glanced up at him before turning towards Paige.
“Nah its fine. Thanks, though.”
Paige nodded and turned back towards the door.
“Call me in the morning, bitch.” She called and you both laughed before she walked back inside.
Your silence fell away and you were left in silence, in the night air standing in front of the man you loved.
His eyes burnt into you and you glanced up at him nervously.
“Thank you.. for that.” You said quietly and looked away.
Happy stepped closer to you, closing the gap between your bodies and his hand reached out and lifted your chin, forcing you to look at him.
“You are mine.” He growled and kissed you fiercely.
His lips pressed against yours only for a moment before he ripped them away and pulled you urgently to his bike.

His bike stopped in your driveway and in silence you both got off and walked towards the door.
Neither of you spoke as you unlocked the door and he followed you inside.
You walked to your bedroom, slipping your heels off on the way and Happy followed right behind you.
You reached your bedroom door and opened it widely before striding inside.
Happy followed you, his eyes never leaving you as he closed the door behind himself.
He walked towards you slowly, the air burning with lust and you bit your lip as you looked up at him, knowing that it drives him wild.
Without saying a word you stared up into those dark eyes and grabbed his tshirt, pulling him towards you and you kissed him desperately.
His hands ran through your hair and down your body, only stopping once they reached your ass and he squeezed your cheeks roughly.
You pull away from him and smile up at him playfully before licking your lips.
“Were you jealous, Happy?” You cooed up at him.
Happy growled. “You belong to me.”
You frowned slightly and touched his stomach, feeling the ripped muscles beneath the fabric.
“I thought we were friends.”
You said and you slid your hand down his body, southwards until you were rubbing at the large bulge in the crotch of his jeans.
A low rumble rose from deep within his chest and you smiled as a shiver ran over your body.
His hand reached up and he grabbed a thick handful of your hair and gently tugged it back, arching your neck.
“Do you want me?” Happy asked, whispering against your skin.
His lips pressed gently against your neck and you moaned lightly.
He pulled your hair slightly tighter around his fist.
“Do you want me?” Happy repeated.
“Yes.” You gasped.
Happy growled and nipped at your neck and you gasped in surprise.
He released your hair and his hands were at the bottom of your dress.
In a swift movement he tugged the dress your body and lifted it over your head before tossing it to the floor.
Happy growled as his eyes ran over your bare chest and he reached up and ran his fingers over your breast before he began to knead it roughly.
You whimpered slightly, enjoying the slight hint of pain as he touched you and he studied you with his dark eyes, taking in every inch of your body.
His hands left your breast and he  yanked at your panties, letting them drop to the ground.
AS you stepped out of them he spun you around and bends you over the bed.
With two swift, practiced moves his jeans fell to the floor and before you could turn around he slid himself inside you, thrusting vigorously.
Loud moans left your lips and your body shook against him.
Happy smirked, pleased with himself, and he raked his nails down your back.
A shrill cry of pleasure left your lips as he pounded inside you, the sound of his skin slapping against yours filled the room
Long, red welts appeared on your skin, from your shoulders to your waist and Happy watched with amusement as you clutched at the blanket, trying to find a hold so you can push back against him.
You moaned loudly and Happy reached forwards and grabbed a handful of your hair and pulled your head back.
“Oh fuck!” You moaned and your walls tightened around him.
“You like that, huh?” Happy growled and his hand slapped against your ass.
You squealed and your walls squeezed him tighter.
“Fuck, Happy!” You screamed and Happy growled as he looked down, watching himself enter you.
His thrusts became more frequent and he slapped his hand against your ass once more.
With one last moan you tightened around him as your body shook violently, and the warmth and pulsing from within you sent him over the edge.
Happy released inside you with one hard, vicious thrust of his hips.
He released your hair, allowing your head to fall limply forward.
Both of your skin was beaded with sweat and the red lines down your back burnt slightly alongside the pink marks on your ass cheeks.
He slid out of you and you collapsed against the bed and rolled over, grinning up at Happy.
His breathing was heavy but his eyes glanced over you, full of admiration as he looked over your bare body, still glistening with sweat.
“Not bad, Killer.” You said and Happy chuckled lightly.
“You know your place now, little girl?” Happy said lowly and he sat on the bed besides you.
“Friends, right?” You sighed.
“(Y/n), I-“
“No, Happy. Its okay. I get it.” You sighed and got up.
Happy watched you as you walked naked towards the bathroom.

You shut the door behind you and turned the water onto hot, letting the steam fill the room.
A satisfied sigh leaved your lips as you step into the shower and the water touches your skin, relieving the built up tension in your muscles.
You close your eyes and let the water wash over you, soothing you.
When you open your eyes your heart almost skipped a beat  when you saw a shadow fall across the glass shower door. Steam blocked your view but you knew it was Happy.
You ignored him, reaching for your body lotion and you ran it over your body, lathering the soap over your skin.
You turned towards the stream of water and you didn’t flinch when you heard the glass door open behind you.
Happy stepped in and placed his hands on your shoulders, turning you gently to face him.
“All this,” He growled, gesturing to your naked body, “Is mine.”
His lips crashed against yours, hot and wet.
The water pored over the two of you and his lips slid along yours, hungrily taking all that he can and he thrust his tongue into your eager mouth.
His hands moved from your shoulders to your damp hair, now clinic to your face.
“I want you.” He growled, rubbing his hard erection across our stomach.
You met his eye and smirked up at him playfully.
“Then prove it.” You dared.
Almsot instantly Happy pushed you up against the back of the shower, and got down on his knees. His hands grasped your thighs and spread your legs open, exposing your vulnerable core to him.
Happy licked his lips eagerly as he looked over you.
“This pretty little pussy is mine.”
He gripped your ass and squeezed roughly before he pushed his tongue against you, licking along your pussy and circled your clit.
You ran your hands across his head, pushing him against you eagerly and you heard him growl.
He slid his tongue along your folds and he slid his tongue inside you, lapping at your wetness as his tongue rubbed against your walls.
You threw your head back as a moan of pure pleasure escaped you and you squeezed your eyes shut.
“Oh, Happy!” You whined.
Happy growled against your pussy and slid his finger inside of you.
“Say my name again. Tell me who you belong to.”
His finger moved in and out of you rapidly as his tongue ran circles over your clit and you moaned loudly.
“Happy! Fuck! Happy!”
Your body trembled against the cold tiles and Happy lapped at your juices as you released.
His lips left your pussy and you glanced down at him as he looked up at you. licking his lips hungrily.
He stood and you bit your lip, leaning against the cold tiles as water ran smoothly over your body.
“Fuck me, Happy.” You whispered.
Happy smirked and ran his tongue along your neck before growling in your ear.
“Beg for me baby. You’re all mine.”
“Yes Happy. Im yours. Fuck me, Happy. I need you.” You breathed, caressing his wet face.
Happy grabbed your waist and lifted you up, his biceps bulging as you wrapped your legs around his waist.
In one swift movement he lined himself up and slid inside you.
His thrusts were fast and hard and you tilted your head back as you moaned, your back pressed against the cool tiles.
His hand moved up your back and grasped the hair at the nape of your neck and he thrust his hips into you sharply, making you gasp.
You moan loudly as your body begins to quiver, overwhelmed with the pleasure shooting through your veins.
“You’re mine, do you understand?” Happy growled, his lips against your neck.
He pounded into you and you dragged your nails down his back, making him hiss.
“Yes, Happy. Im yours.” You whined as his hips pounded into you.
Your walls began to clench around him and you dug your nails in deeper,knowing that you couldn’t hold on for much longer.
“Cum for me baby,” Happy said gruffly and you crashed your lips against his in a wet, hot kiss.
You moaned against his mouth as shivers move over your skin and you throw your head back and squeeze your eyes shut.
“Happy!” You scream as an orgasm rocks over your body.
Happy growled and thrusted into you, his hot seed spilling inside you.
He rides out your high and you catch you’re breath, the water running over the both of you.
Slowly he places you on the ground and you have to grab him for support, your legs weak.
Neither of you spoke as you stared at each other, both of you panting heavily and you changed the water to cooler, needing to cool off.
Happy traced his fingers over your skin and you shivered under his touch.
His hand moved up and he cupped your face, and you pressed your lips against the cool metal of his rings.
“I meant what I said, (y/n).” Happy said quietly.
“Im yours.” You whispered.
“Your mine.My old lady.” Happy said.
Your mouth dropped open and you looked deep into his eyes, looking for any hint of a joke.
But all you saw was sincerity and love and warmth fell over you.
“I love you, Happy.” You whispered quietly, afraid to break the moment.
But Happy smiled and wrapped his free arm around you, caressing your back.
“I love you, little girl. But no more girls nights.” He said.
You laughed and shook your head, a playful smirk crossing your lips.
“Or what, Killer?”