Chibs With A Reader Around The Same Age As Juice And They Do It On Chibs’s Bike At The Club House Thinking

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Friends

Filip “Chibs” Telford x Reader - One Shot

Gif does not belong to me.

Moved from @spacedbrainnn .

Little Clay.

That’s what they called you, Little Clay. You were the daughter of Teller and Morrow, Jax’s half sister who was untouchable. You were a princess, the pride and joy of Gemma and Clay, and everyone knew not to flirt with you, unless they planned to be intimidated.

And threatened.

That’s why you’d been talking to Chibs. Late night drinks here, a smile there, a wink thrown in the mix and you found yourself festering with feelings for the man twice your age.

But, you couldn’t care less.

You’d never talked about anything exclusive. There were never any lines drawn, anything. So when you saw him with a Crow Eater hanging around his hips, you couldn’t be jealous.

But, everyone else saw it plain as day.

“Oh come on, Clay Jr.” Tig was dancing on your last nerve while you were attempting to finish up an audit for the garage. You sat in Jax’s mechanic shirt while you wrote on a clipboard and typed on your calculator. “Give me one chance.”

“I’m not in the mood, Tiggy.”

“Why do you gotta give me such a hard time?”

“Because I’m a giver. It’s what I do.”

“But one chance. Let me take you out on the dance floor. We can even dance around the shop.”

“I’ve got two left feet.”

“Please—”

“Alexander Trager.” You spat the words colder than you intended and he feigned offense.

“What? Can’t stand to see Scottie have another woman—”

“What about Scottie?” The thick accent boomed throughout the garage as his boots preceded him. You looked up and tried not to show that your heart was pattering for him.

“Nothing. Just talking.” Tig smirked knowingly as he backed up and walked off, a toothpick in his lips as he exited. You looked down at your paper and tried to force yourself to get back to work.

“Lass? He givin’ ye a hard time?” His accent was undeniably bouncing around in your head while you tried to focus, unsuccessfully, due to his intense stare.

“No more than usual.” You replied to him as your pen marked against the paper, before you looked at the calculator.

“Ye sure?”

“I’m sure.” You didn’t give him that pretty smile you normally did. Hell, you didn’t even hardly look at him.

“What’s the matter, sweetheart?”

“Nothing.”

“Ye can’t lie ta me like that.”

“I’m not lying.”

It was becoming a war of who was more stubborn, who would outlast. He gave a sigh before you heard the flick of the lighter, then cigarette smoke filled the air and you felt the scent of tobacco wash over you.

“Ye can’t lie ta me.”

“I’m not lying, Chibs.”

That’s when he knew. He was always Filip to you. Always.

“Tell me what’s eatin’ that pretty li’l head up.”

Sighing, exasperated, you gave up. Dropping your pen down, you stared up at him as it clattered and rolled off the desk.

“What are we?”

“Whataya mean?”

“I mean, what the hell are we? You can’t tell me we’re just friends. You can’t tell me that we haven’t been shamelessly flirting, dancing around the idea that we’re not something. It doesn’t make any sense.”

Your eyes searched his dark ones as he sighed, before he took another drag of the cigarette.

“Lassie, ye’re…”

“Half your age. I know. I don’t care. What are we?”

“What do ye want us to be?”

“More than this. I want you to not have fucking women—”

You were cut off by his little smirk. “Is that what this is about? The women?”

“Shut up.”

His smirk widened before he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I’m yers, sweetheart. I’m yers.”

— end —

bad girl // chibs telford x oc

Chibs Telford x F!OC (Ellie Drysdale/Telford)

Warnings: 18+, smut, language

Word Count: 1,757

 The sounds of keys clanking into the lock wakes me up and I sit up slowly to avoid puking. The couple of bottles of liquor that I drank last night do not agree with me, and I would probably feel at least a little bit bad if Unser had to clean up my puke. I slap Gemma's leg a couple of times and she startles awake. Once we're both standing up, we finally realize who has bailed us out this time.

"Ha! I told you mine would come first this time," I tease her and she rolls her eyes.

"I'll pay you once Wayne gives me my purse back. You cheated somehow and I'm gonna figure out how you did it so that I win next time," She retorts as we walk out of our shared cell towards my very ticked-off boyfriend. 

"Hi, baby," I say and grip the leather of his kutte to attempt to peck his lips but he turns his face at the last second so that my lips land on his cheek. 

"Don't 'hi, baby' me, darling. You're in trouble this time," Chibs replies, still attempting to look annoyed with me.

"Oh, is the big bad biker gonna spank me? Maybe you should be the one in the cell, sir," I mock him which just seems to piss him off more.

"No, you'll enjoy it too much. But I do plan on not fucking you for a couple of days until you learn your lesson." 

   My face drops and that seems to bring a smile to his lips. He kisses the top of my head before leading me out to his bike where Clay is arguing with Gemma once again. Chibs pulls my helmet over my tangled curls and ensures that it's on properly before finally pulling me against him and molding our lips together, his tongue pillaging my mouth until we're both breathless. 

"I'm taking you to my house and then we're going to talk about this, Ellie. I can't keep getting calls from Unser telling me that you've been arrested again," He says firmly when we finally separate, his hands holding my face and his thumb stroking my cheek. 

"I'm sorry," I whisper and I know that it won't be enough, but it'll be a start. 

   He climbs on the bike first and I follow, pressing my cheek against his patch and winding my arms around his waist. I let the breeze distract me as he drives us to his house, most likely because he knows that if we go back to Gemma's where I'm still living, we'll have to overhear her and Clay either fighting or fucking. Once we're inside, I push off my ridiculous heels and head towards Chibs' room to change into some of his clothes. As I'm buttoning one of his button-downs, he enters the room and sits on the edge of the bed, running his hands through his hair. I step between his legs and play with his hair while he rests his head against my stomach, his hands rubbing up and down the back of my thighs.

"You ready to tell me what happened?" I sigh deeply and launch into the story.

"Gem and I went out for a couple of drinks and got a little rowdy. The bartender didn't like that we were being loud, so he tried to kick us out. Gemma threw her drink in his face and when he grabbed her arm roughly, I punched him in the face. He called Unser and he picked us up and took us back to the jail. I guess he didn't call you and Clay until this morning."

"Oh, no. He called us last night before he even went and picked you two up," He replies and I push his head back to look at me. "Ellie, that's the third time this month that I've had to see you asleep in a jail cell. If it happens again, I'm not bailing you out. You'll sit in there until Unser releases you or someone else comes to pay your bail, but I'm not going to do it again." 

"It won't happen again, but it's also not that big of a deal, Chibs," I mutter and that gets his attention.

"Not that big of a deal? Ellie, if you two fuck with the wrong guy just one time, I'll be picking you up from the morgue. You're not careful. You put yourself at risk and it scares the fuck out of me. Either you get it together, or we're done." I shove him away at that and he stands up and fixes me with a glare.

"I'm not careful? I put myself at risk? Jesus fuck, Chibs, your entire job is you not being careful and putting yourself at risk." He shakes his head at that and I step closer to him, pushing my finger into his chest. "Every morning, I wake up and pray that I'm not gonna get a call from one of your brothers telling me you're dead. So until you stop constantly being in danger, I'll continue to do the same." 

"What I do is to protect you! It's to protect anyone connected to the club. Fuck, if I didn't love you, Eleanor, I wouldn't do what I have to do. I would be going about my life, fucking random chicks, and drinking myself away. But, I do love you so I put myself in danger because it means that I get to see you breathing just one more day."

   He's so angry that he's almost panting when he finishes his rant, but I'm just in shock. We've never said that we love each other before, and of course, it would come out in the middle of an argument, like a bad cliche. 

"You love me?" 

"Shut up," He says before grabbing my face and kissing me. 

   I wrap myself around him and he's quick to pick me up and lead us to his bed. He throws me down and leans back to rip open my shirt, buttons flying everywhere, and I pull him back down to me. I nip at his lip before sliding my tongue into his mouth. Of course, he has to be the dominant one, so he takes over, pulling gasps and moans from my lips as he massages my bare tits and grinds himself against me. He moves down my neck, leaving his mark on me like a caveman. 

"I love you," I gasp out as he wraps his lips around my nipple, and his hand slides into the front of my panties. He teases my entrance before dragging the moisture there up to my clit while his lips continue their assault all over my tits and neck. 

"You're my pretty little slut, aren't you? Mine to fuck and to love and to yell at until I'm blue in the face to keep you safe. My little lamb, always so ready for me," He says into my ear as he pushes his fingers inside of me and continues to apply pressure to my clit with his thumb. 

"Always, baby. You fuck me so good that I don't know how I ever lived without your cock inside of me. Please, fuck me. Fuck me like you hate me and kiss me like you love me." 

   My words send him into a frenzy and he literally rips my panties off of me before throwing the torn fabric over his shoulder. He unbuckles his belt and pulls his dick out, just barely applying pressure at my entrance before thrusting all the way in. He's so deep in me that I see the bulge in my belly before he pushes down on it, sending pleasure through my body. I let out a loud moan as he pushes one of my knees up by my chest and snaps his hips into me so roughly that I know that there'll be bruises on my hips and thighs tomorrow. 

"You love when I'm rough with you, don't you, darlin'? It reminds you that you're just a hole for me to stick my dick in until I spray you with my come. You love to be degraded so much that you're dripping all over my cock, lamb."  He reaches between us to make tight circles on my clit with his thumb, pulling me closer to the edge with every rotation. 

"I'm just a dirty little slut who loves to be fucked," I moan out as his thrusts get even rougher. "Fuck, baby, I'm gonna come."

"Come all over my cock, baby, and then I'm fucking you from behind so that I can see that ass bounce while I remind you who you belong to." 

   I scream out his name as my pussy squeezes him before I come, my walls spasming around him. He barely gives me a second to recover before he's pulling out of me and flipping me over. I've just put my ass in the air when he slams into me and chases his own release. At this moment, I really am just a hole for him to fuck and I love it. His dick hits my g-spot with every thrust and he slaps my ass so hard that there'll be red handprints on there for at least a couple of hours. I chant his name over and over again as I come again and he presses his front to my back as he finally comes inside of me. 

   The only sounds in the room are our pants as come down. Chibs pushes my hair out of the way before pressing kisses down my spine and on the handprints that cover my bottom. I collapse onto the mattress and he gets a warm washcloth from the bathroom before kneeling by the side of the bed and wiping my pussy. He flips me over and peppers kisses all over my face, my favorite form of aftercare. 

"I wasn't too rough with you, was I, lamb?" I shake my head and he gently kisses my lips one time before pulling both of us underneath the covers.

"I love you, Chibby," I whisper to him as he presses his front to my back with his hand rubbing circles on my stomach. 

"I love you, my little Ellie." 

"By the way, if that's the way that you fuck me when I get into trouble, expect to be getting a lot of phone calls." I feel him shake his head before dragging me closer to him. We fall asleep like that and soak up our love for one another. 

Sunset Strip (2000)  |  Tommy Flanagan

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