darlin’

୨ৎ 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘.

Ugh the little “you alright darlin’” with that slight lift of his chin. I’m already dripping. Yourself & Jax are only acquaintances at the moment, so there’s no big chit chat, nothing you could actually write home about. But the way he greets you? That swift lil movement, is more than enough to get that kewchie poppin!!!!

୨ৎ 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜.

Very rarely are you actually sat at the same table when in the clubhouse, but the moments you do happen to look out for him, his eyes are already on you. If I was being polite I’d say he was “undressing you with his eyes” but nah, this guy is full blown fucking you with them. Picturing you bent over the clubhouse table, legs spread, panties to one side. Imagining the warmth of sliding inside and curing that insatiable ache you have going on down there.

୨ৎ 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑.

You’ve already worked it out, most of the time he doesn’t even need to pass you, he chooses to. Placing that rough and calloused hand anywhere he can on your body. Not in a creepy way but in a I need to touch you so imma find a way kinda way. That ring covered hand of his will find its home on your lower back, on a shoulder or just by your waist and you can’t be sure if you imagined it (of course you fucking have a thousand fucking times) but you’re almost certain he’s even left a fingerprint or two on your ass.

୨ৎ 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚢.

Just because he doesn’t use his words doesn’t mean he isn’t looking out for you. He knows he doesn’t know you well enough to tell you what to do and who to talk to…but when you do stray and talk to one of the random club hang arounds, oh his eyes are stuck on you like glue. He’ll be posted up, drink in one hand, blue eyes squinting trying to asses both you and the unsuspecting male from a distance, trying his best to read and get to know your body language. Thankfully, for their fucking sake none of them have ever tried anything stupid with you… cause if he did think something was up? Oh it’d be stuck. He hasn’t figured out why yet, (because he fucking likes you duh) but if anyone EVER tried something dumb like that but he’d burn this fucking clubhouse down and the asshole with it just to make sure you were ok.

୨ৎ 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚙𝚒𝚍 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚙 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚎.

Oh, that fucking lip bite. That fucking lip bite. Whether it’s in your direction or not, that tiny little mannerism of his makes your head fucking spin. And he knows he’s sexy with it, the way his eyes crinkle at the edges, how they shine with pure fucking mischief. ugh fuck me rn. & your favourite bit? Seeing just a flash of his tongue as it flicks out to wet his bottom lip, wishing it was your lips instead. Yes I completely mean ya pussy lips.

୨ৎ 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖.

His laugh is something you’d ride if you fucking could. The sound of it slides over your entire body like honey left out on a hot day, leaving little flutters and swoops as it rolls through the room. It’s dirty and dangerous and the sound alone fills the atmosphere like a storm incoming. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t imagine how his laugh would sound right in your ear, saying all the filthy shit you could ever fucking imagine. Who’s my good girl? You want this dick huh? close enough to feel the rumble of that said storm as it finally hits and he whispers how bad he wants to drag you to his dorm and fuck you silly.

Ahhhhh!!!! Just a lil something to ease my way back into the world of secretlysamcro. FUCK how I’ve missed you all. I’ve got a thousand fics to catch up on so bare with me 👉🏽👈🏽 I might start doing these little pieces whilst I work on something big 🥹😮‍💨 loves you all hehe | also I don’t know where the pinks come from? Trying something new hehe

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