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warnings: smut

music: i'm on fire by bruce springsteen

He lit a cigarette and took the first drag when he heard the footsteps. His ears were already tuned to that specific trot, the ears of a disgruntled hunter that felt like this was going on for too long.

Usually this business takes one day. He clocks the chick, approaches her, makes her laugh, and shows them both good time, all under twelve hours. Here, this was already past a week. The conversations, the dancing, the smiles and flirting was all very good, but the longer Chibs dragged it out, the more difficult it would be to sever the ties later. He tried not to think of the future, readying his feet, as he listened to her approaching footsteps. Straight into his den, main office, she went. Probably confused it with the accounts room, the doors looks similar. His mind wandered lazily, reminding him that Jackie did ask her to help out a little.

You opened the door and stepped in, and it took you just one second to see Chibs, to immediately understand that you're screwed.

Shit, said the tiny voice, as you stepped back again, closed the door and started running away.

"Nope", he snapped. His eyeballs already took the picture: loose hair, summer necklace and a fucking green sundress. With tiny little flowers. Maybe daisies. He jumped up and all but tore the handle out as he opened the door. He caught you midway, lifting you above the floor with one arm.

"No, you're going to pay for this now", he rumbled lowly into your ear, pressing his face into the nape of your neck, as he dragged you back into the office. You giggled, losing your breath, as you swooped through the air, when he finally married you back with the floor. You stumbled a couple steps back, until the opposite wall cut your escape. You looked at Chibs who was closing on your like a wolf. No, the dog that's been tugged too violently. You weren't sure you hated it completely.

"A week and a half you've been clicking on me nose", he said, "you didn't really think you'd get off?"

You offered him a brave smile, your heart racing like this was an armed robbery. Chibs' face mirrored the smile, but darkened. A step at a time, he approached you, taking in every little detail of the body he was about to violate.

"Whatever am I going to do with ya now?"

"I hope you won't make me dance", you chuckled.

"Now don't give me ideas, you bratty mink", he rattled, grabbing you by the arm and then almost releasing, so that the hold is not too firm. He slid his hand up and down your shoulder, then tickled the ribs. His breath burned your temple, then your face flushed as you finally felt his mouth moving against yours. Chibs kissed you, aggressively at first, just like his touch was, to show how he felt about the whole situation. Then you could barely register what was happening. His tongue, filling your mouth, and one hand, sliding down the thigh and sneaking under the skirt; your knees caved in a little and you couldn't hold a stifled moan. He licked your trembling mouth properly, before letting you take a breath, and then sharply twirled you around like a puppet. Pulling a desk closer, he laid one hand on your back.

You were so wet at this point it was getting uncomfortable. Chibs took his time, probably thinking about how you pulled him apart, vein by vein, a big offense in his eyes; his wounded hand stayed down, massaging your thigh and cluthing on one buttcheek, almost too hard. The other, tugging in your hair, pulled your head back, and you closed your eyes.

"I hope you don't mind me asking", he croaked gently into your ear. His voice gave you shivers, and you twitched under him, the body screeching for some development. The office smelt like smoke, sweat and candy.

"But I'd like some context on that one time when Ned tried to fucken choke ya", you breathed through your mouth, the tip of your tongue restless, "cause I get the same impulse about once a day now".

"I thought you were better than that", you laughed out, excited.

"Didn't take ya for someone who only sees good in people", he uttered, before placing a small kiss on the back of your shoulder. His beard was delightfully tickly. You gasped as his other hand finally reached the hem of your underwear, before slithering inside.

"Oh, you got something for me", he whispered, "don't ya, baby".

You didn't feel like saying anything, arching your back so hard, asking silently, like you were trying to snap your spine. As his fingers started caressing you, you swayed your hips, your hands clenching his forearms.

"What is it? What is it that you want?" he mocked, keeping you in place with one hand on your neck. You laid on the desk, a rash thought visiting you, that you completely forgot why you were here in the first place. And where was, here. This was so good, as he demanded, you had to scramble for words.

"Tell me, what is it that you want from yer dog, Y/N", he insisted. You let another moan leave your lips, moving your hips, and yet his fingers refused to slip inside, because he was bringing his revenge on you.

"If you... don't fuck me now, I'll come anyway, and you won't have your fun", you whispered, your mouth dry. His low laughter vibrated into your back:

"You just can't bring yourself to ask, can you?"

You shook your head, then moved your body to let him know you wanna turn, but Chibs didn't budge.

"No, you'll stay here, sweethear. Now we're doing it my way".

You heard the buckle of his belt clink, and braced yourself. Chibs lifted up your dress, tracing the lines of your body with an open palm, as he gave a little soft squeeze to your shoulder, comforting, he slid inside of you, making you yell out with surprise, and pleasure.

He knew it would be good, but now he was finally celebrating. The view of your arched back, with this soft green dress, and the hair, the walls of your vagina pulsating fevereshly around his cock the second he was there; - he had to slow down for a second at first, searching for the pace, but it was all like a fever dream. Like he was high; the convulsions the body in front of him was going through, made it almost impossible to contain himself. The girl was so starved, so utterly untouched that he almost felt dirty; hell, he was dirty, a dirty bastard, and that's why he got this excellent, wet, hugry cunt. He always got the best one; a matter of skill, but this was pure heaven of reciprocity. He couldn't restrain the desire to bend onto her and taste the skin on her back; nipping, nibbling, as he went faster and faster. You were gasping for air, letting out only a small yelp every time he pushed into you, holding on for your dear life. You stood on your toes to change the angle slightly, so that his cock would slide against the clit every time, and felt the climax approaching. His hand cupped your chin so gently, in contrast with how he was hammering into you, and you mouthed his name on the verge of your might:

Filip, Filip, Filip.

You loved hearing his voice into your ear, low, like he was finally nibbling on a bone he's been chasing. You were almost that. Twisting your neck to an inhuman angle, you caught his mouth, and he filled you on both ends, and you finally came, tensing your whole body around his throbbing cock, and he hummed approvingly. You couldn't believe the relative quiet he demonstrated, as opposed to the whirlwind of sensory overload you just experienced. Panting, catching for air with your mouth, you still felt the electric clouds of mellow pleasure in your body, and Chibs turned you around like a toy again.

"You are very easy to please", he murmured favorably, the sight of his face making you blush again. You tried to shrug, which made him chuckle at the awkward movememnt. You threw your head back, unable to focus just yet. Your lips moved, with only a shade of a phrase. His hand was cupping one of your breasts through the dress, pressing lightly.

"What was that?" he bowed above you, took your hands and wrapped them around his neck. He wasn't done yet.

"Am I forgiven?" you whispered. The sound of his laughter made you wheeze with joy,

"You could never do wrong, my good girl", hand caressed the side of your face as he pushed his cock back. You felt like you saw something you weren't supposed to; the teeth, his smile, pulling his mouth open, his black eyes drilling you before he went on and pressed his face into the anterior of your neck. He started thrusting harder, his hands clutching your thighs, and you felt the second orgasm almost coming. There was a scent of violence in the last several seconds before he gave a big sigh, releasing one of your legs. You both went quiet for some time, and then Chibs went straight to kissing, plucking pecks like little targets onto your collar bones, your chest, neck, your face.

He did win, but he also felt like he fell into one of the snares. He had a distinct feeling like he was thigh-deep in it, because holding you was so nice. He would have to talk about it with the youngster for sure. Filip was an experienced human and he knew that, out of all the ways to kill, a woman knew the most intricate ones.

"Tickles", you yelped, shivering, and he helped you sit up.

"Kiss me".

He obeyed.

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● drives you everywhere, because

● "you don't need to do it, that's why you got me. let me help"

● calls you darling, bonnie, and mo chridhe in private, as he holds this particular term too intimate and affectionate. Generally he prefers a shorter form of your name

● after some time you find with surprise that he can recite Irish poetry and likes doing that. The softer side of Chibs is generally not demonstrated in the club, and you discover it to be even softer than you would imagine

● so loyal

● likes to grumble. He grumbles so much, like an old man

● adheres to more or less traditional role in relationship, considering himself the protector, the earner, and the boss

● but Chibs is insightful and intelligent; he respects you the way that shows he sees you as a human first. You quickly relax and rely on him and spare yourself of the need to be constantly strong and decisive. There's no danger of being belittled, commanded around or neglected with Chibs

● he never leaves his roots behind, and is a big difference to the Americans around him. You experience his Scottish philosophy and hear the special expressions all the time

● boomer humor. 'Scottish people are temperamental: 50% temper, and 50% mental 🤪'

● will break someone's face at your whim without even thinking. Will deal with consequences later. It's atypical of him as he's more of a mediator, so you try not to exploit him

● likes to praise you verbally, he is very generous at that

● in turn, Chibs doesn't expect any compliments and just accepts love quietly and with hidden gratitude. It's important to him to maintain the stone facade because he believes it to be safer for both of you. But you suspect it's just a deeper lying desire to stay unknown.

● because Chibs manages to live like he didn't have all these very heavy past experiences, but they lurk into the present nevertheless

● needless to say, the one thing he will never forgive is betrayal. And he would never betray, either. His loyalty to the club and to you sometimes even gets in the way

● he always means to kiss you quickly, but the kiss always grows into full French

● forehead kisses

● when Chibs feels dangerous, he only opens his eyes half-way, and you strangely feel the safest

● there's a stark and attractive contrast between his two personalities: the soft old man, and the merciless IRA enforcer

● when he's in his killing mode, he starts looking younger

● listening to music when he drives you in the car

● he can drive you in circles if you really want to just ride the city and listen to music

● at least once, before you started dating, he said to you 'I'm too old/bad/stupid/rough for you'

● Chibs is good at dancing and hides it better than his softest features

● likes discussing 'the boys' with you

● with him, you have an insight unique and very universal at the same time, that a person like Chibs really only needs just love, and nothing else

● likes your legs

● sex is rough more often than not

● won't let the guys call you his old lady, if you don't like this term

● he has this gallant trick where he kisses your hand in a knightly fashion

● he doesn't see himself as pretty and acts accordingly. He says, Scottish people aren't pretty, it's an unnecessary distraction for us

● relationship with him starts at 1. sex, 2. dates, not the other way around. He's not really good at courting someone from the get go, but he is a good boyfriend

● bringing food and flowers without you having to ask

● a lot of things he does are very mature, for example, sitting out the tantrums and arguments, he just allows you to express it all and then continues his day. Chibs doesn't like talking about his feelings too much, preferring to express them through actions. It takes time to get used to. He's not the type to engage in the 'which season do you think I am' type of convos.

● ready to take a bullet for you, no questions asked

● he is generally guarded and respectful with women and impresses all your friends with his seeming indifference

● Chibs' most attractive feature is how unbothered and uninterested he is. But once you have him, he's glued to you for life

● not needy, will be able to go on without even a hug for a long time if he feels you don't want it

● generally Chibs is irritatingly mature and independent, and he teaches you maturity, too

● that's where the real commitment and love are

● zero bullshit guy; he's finely tuned, has high emotional intelligence and doesn't try to seem what he's not

● he openly admits that you can manipulate him and he will obey, because all he has is you, and he enjoys every moment of it. But when it becomes toxic, he draws a very certain limit

● will fight for this relationship but won't humiliate himself

● he's a Scorpio: mysterious, emotional, secretive and complicated.

● sorry the list is big. Like Chibs' dick