Descriptions of sex. Kissing, riding, drum jumping, blow jobs. 18+
Word count: 2348
Diosa was never quiet. The club’s heartbeat lived in its walls: bass-heavy music, laughter echoing against velvet drapes, the muted percussion of glasses clinking
Juice told himself he wasn’t there for the girls, that he was just waiting on club business, that he had a reason for leaning on the bar when he could be anywhere else. But he knew the truth.
It was her.
The new girl.
She wasn’t the loudest, or the flashiest. She didn’t have to be. She floated through the room in a little black dress, perfume trailing in her wake, the kind of smile that made his chest tighten. Juice caught himself watching her laugh, caught himself memorizing the curve of her lipstick and the flick of her eyeliner. He should have looked away. Instead, he lingered in doorways, eyes tracking her, pretending to scroll his phone like he wasn’t orbiting her every move.
And she noticed.
“Ortiz,” her voice pulled him out of another too-long stare one night, the crowd thinner, the hour later. She leaned on the bar across from him, that smile tugging at her lips. “You’re always lurking. What’s your deal?”
His throat closed up. “I—I wasn’t, I mean, I’m just—”
“You’re a terrible liar,” she teased, brushing past him. Close enough he caught the warmth of her skin, the sweetness of her perfume. Her hand found his wrist, delicate but firm, tugging him toward the hall that led to the back rooms.
“Wait—where—”
“You’re gonna keep staring, Juice?” she asked, glancing back at him, eyes bright. “Or you gonna do something about it?”
His heart stuttered. He should’ve made an excuse. Instead, he followed, pulse hammering so loud he swore she could hear it.
Inside the bedroom, the door clicked shut. The air felt heavier, muted. She pushed him gently onto the edge of the bed, straddling his lap before he could breathe. His hands froze useless at his sides, fists balled into the sheets.
“You’re nervous.” It wasn’t a question. Her mouth brushed his jaw, soft, deliberate.
Juice tried to laugh but it cracked on his tongue. “I’m not—fuck, I just—”
“Relax,” she whispered, lips grazing his ear. “Let me.”
The first kiss undid him. Her lips moved against his, slow but insistent, and a helpless whimper broke from his throat before he could swallow it. His hands twitched, hovering at her waist, but never quite landing.
“Touch me,” she coaxed, guiding his palms up her thighs. He trembled beneath her.
“I—I don’t—” He stopped, breathing hard, embarrassed by the shake in his voice.
Her smile deepened against his mouth. “It’s okay, Juice. I’ll show you.”
Her lips moved against his again, softer this time, coaxing him instead of overwhelming. Juice shivered, like every brush of her mouth sent sparks through him. His fingers finally settled on her waist, gripping too lightly, like he was scared to hold on.
“That’s it,” she murmured, nipping at his lower lip. “See? Not so hard.”
Juice let out a breathy laugh that wasn’t really a laugh at all. More of a gasp, high in his throat. He tried to kiss her back, sloppy and uncertain, but the sound he made when her tongue slid against his was almost pitiful.
“God, you’re sweet,” she teased, threading her fingers into his mohawk, tugging just enough to tilt his head back. Her mouth trailed hot down his throat, teeth grazing skin, and Juice whimpered outright. His hips twitched beneath her without his permission.
“F-fuck,” he stammered, face burning. “I’m sorry, I don’t—”
“Don’t apologize,” she cut in, firm but playful, her hand slipping under the hem of his kutte, fingers splayed against his chest. “Just let me.”
Her nails scraped lightly over his skin and he shuddered. His kutte slid off his shoulders before he realized she’d undone it. Then she was tugging at the edge of his hoodie.
“Arms up.”
Juice obeyed instantly, as if the command bypassed thought entirely. The hoodie joined the kutte on the floor, leaving him in just his t-shirt, which was already damp where her mouth had been on his neck.
She kissed him again, deeper this time, pushing him back until he was sprawled against the mattress. She straddled his thighs, grinding down slow enough that he choked on his own breath.
“Fuck—” His hands flew to her hips, clutching like he’d drown without the anchor. His eyes squeezed shut, teeth gritted, as if the pressure alone was too much.
“You’re shaking,” she whispered against his lips, tugging his shirt up over his head before he could respond.
Juice’s bare chest rose and fell in quick, shallow breaths. His tattoos stretched with the motion, his skin flushed. He looked wrecked already — eyes wide, lips swollen, sweat beginning to gather at his temples.
“Beautiful,” she said simply, pushing him down again when he tried to sit up. Her fingers toyed with the waistband of his jeans. “You okay?”
He nodded too fast. “Y-yeah. I just—I don’t want to mess this up.”
Her smile softened, though her hand slipped lower, toying with the button of his jeans. “Juice… the only way you mess this up is if you stop.”
He groaned, a helpless sound, as she leaned in for another kiss — and with practiced ease, she undid his jeans, dragging the zipper down slow, like she enjoyed watching him squirm.
Her fingers lingered on his fly, toying with the denim before she eased his jeans open wider. Juice’s breath hitched, chest heaving. His knuckles whitened where they gripped the sheets.
“Relax,” she whispered again, kissing him slow, her mouth moving with patience he didn’t have. When she pulled back, she took one of his trembling hands in hers and placed it boldly between her thighs.
Juice froze like he’d been struck. His palm hovered, stiff, caught in panic.
“Here,” she coaxed, pressing down until his touch met warm, damp silk. Her voice was low, a purr against his ear. “That’s all you have to do.”
“I—fuck—I don’t—” His voice cracked, and the heat that surged through him was equal parts fear and desperation. His fingers twitched uncertainly, like he had no idea where to start.
“Slow circles,” she guided, her hand over his, coaxing his movements. “Just like that. Easy.”
Juice swallowed hard, eyes wide, lips parted as he watched her face. His fingers moved clumsily, but the soft gasp she gave when he brushed the right spot sent shockwaves through him.
“Oh, god—” he stuttered, hips jerking beneath her. “Did I—? Was that—?”
“Yes.” Her smile curved wicked. She caught his chin, made him look at her. “That was perfect. Don’t stop.”
He obeyed, shaky and desperate, his touch uneven but eager. And when she moaned — really moaned, hips rolling into his palm — he let out a helpless whimper that almost matched her sound.
“Jesus Christ,” he breathed, breaking into a flood of words he couldn’t contain. “You’re—fuck, you’re so wet, I—shit, I can’t—”
“You can,” she insisted, grinding against his fingers. Her nails raked lightly over his shoulder as she tilted her head back, lips parted in pleasure. “You’re making me feel so good, Juice. Don’t you dare stop now.”
Juice groaned, high and broken, forehead dropping against her chest. His other hand fisted in the sheets, knuckles white. Every sound she made wrecked him further, each moan peeling another layer of control away.
When she finally pushed his hand deeper, guiding him exactly where she wanted him, Juice practically yelped.
“Please—please, tell me how to please you,” he begged, words tumbling out fast, voice ragged. “I don’t wanna fuck this up, just—just tell me—”
Her laughter was breathless, hot against his ear. “You’re not fucking anything up, Ortiz. You’re perfect. Keep going, baby.”
The pet name undid him completely. His breath hitched hard, hips lifting under her like he couldn’t bear the pressure in his jeans anymore.
Her hand slowed his frantic fumbling, slipping out from between her thighs to trail down his stomach. Juice was panting like he’d run a mile, face buried against her chest, but he jolted when her fingers brushed the bulge straining his jeans.
“W-wait—” he gasped, sitting up half a breath too late as she slid her hand inside his open fly.
“Shhh,” she soothed, kissing the corner of his mouth. “I just want a taste.”
Juice nearly choked on air. “A—what?”
But she was already tugging his jeans lower, knuckles brushing over the waistband of his boxers. His cock strained visibly against the thin fabric, and when she freed him at last, the sound that left him was nothing short of desperate.
“Fuck—” His head fell back against the wall, eyes squeezed shut like he couldn’t look at her. His whole body trembled as her spit covered palm wrapped around him, stroking slow, deliberate.
“You’re so hard,” she whispered, kissing down his chest, each word punctuated by a brush of lips against hot skin.
Juice groaned, a wrecked little whine tearing out of him.
Her mouth replaced her hand, tongue sweeping over the swollen head before she slid down his length.
Juice yelled. A sharp, broken cry that cracked into a whimper, one hand shooting to her hair, the other clawing desperately at the sheets. His hips jerked involuntarily, then froze like he was terrified of hurting her.
“Oh my god—,” he babbled, voice high, ragged. His thighs trembled under her, every muscle tense. “I can’t—I’m gonna—”
She pulled off with a wet pop, smirking up at him. “Not yet. You’re not getting off that easy.”
Juice stared down at her, pupils blown, lips swollen from biting them too hard. He looked ruined already, chest heaving, skin damp with sweat.
And then she climbed back into his lap, taking his cock in hand, teasing him against her slick folds. His head hit the wall again with a thud, a broken whimper spilling from his throat.
“Wait—wait, I don’t—fuck, I’ve never—”
“Shhh.” She kissed him slow, swallowed his panic. “I’ve got you, Juice. Just let me.”
Then she sank down on him, inch by inch.
Juice sobbed. Not a cry, not a groan — a full-body, helpless sob that shook his chest. His arms locked around her, nails digging into her back as if he’d fall apart if he let go.
“Holy shit—oh fuck—please don’t stop,” he begged, voice cracking, hips already bucking under her in erratic thrusts he couldn’t control. “You feel so—oh my god—so fucking tight, I can’t—I can’t—”
She rolled her hips slow, deliberate, every move pulling another wrecked moan out of him.
“You’re perfect,” she breathed against his ear, nails dragging over his scalp. “Look at you, baby. Falling apart for me.”
Juice whimpered, clutching her like a lifeline, every broken sound spilling out of him raw and unfiltered.
She moved slow at first, rolling her hips until his cock dragged against every slick inch of her. Juice was gone from the second she sank down — head thrown back, mouth open, babbling broken curses.
“F-fuck, you’re—oh my god—” He clutched her waist like he was drowning, his grip bruising but desperate.
Her nails raked down his chest, leaving angry red trails. She rose up and slid back down hard, and Juice nearly screamed. His thighs jolted beneath her, hips lifting without rhythm, chasing the heat of her body.
“Oh, shit—shit, please—” He buried his face in her neck, voice cracking high. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop—”
“Slow down,” she teased, grinding down until he felt her clench tight around him. “You’re not gonna fall apart on me yet, baby.”
“I can’t—fuck—I swear I can’t—” He was whimpering now, little sobs slipping between every word, his cock twitching inside her with every roll of her hips.
She caught his hands, guided one between her thighs. “Here,” she panted. “Feel me. Touch me while I ride you.”
Juice’s fingers were clumsy, trembling, but when he pressed against her clit and she moaned into his mouth, he broke. His hips surged upward hard enough to knock the headboard against the wall.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck—did you—?” His voice was high, frantic, words spilling in a rush.
“Yes, Juice,” she gasped, grinding down harder. “Just like that, baby. You’re making me so wet.”
He whimpered like she’d stabbed him, hips snapping uncontrollably, eyes rolling back. “Jesus Christ—I’m gonna—please—”
She tightened her grip in his hair, yanking his head back so she could watch him fall apart. His face was wrecked — eyes glazed, lips swollen, sweat dripping down his temple.
“You’re beautiful like this,” she murmured, bouncing harder now, skin slapping hot and wet against his. “Begging for me. You like me using you, Ortiz?”
Juice sobbed, his voice breaking so high it was almost pitiful. “Yes—fuck—yes, I love it, please don’t stop, I’ll do anything, just don’t stop—”
Her pace turned merciless. Every thrust had him jerking beneath her, muscles straining, veins standing out in his neck. He was loud now — shameless moans, gasps, pleas tumbling out between every ragged breath.
“Please I —fuck, I’m gonna cum, I can’t hold it, I’m sorry—”
“Don’t be sorry.” Her teeth grazed his ear, her voice a dark purr. “Cum for me, Juice. I want you to.”
That was all it took. He shattered beneath her, body arching hard, a hoarse, broken cry ripping out of his throat. Hot release pulsed inside her in erratic bursts, his whole body trembling as if he’d never known anything like it.
She rode him through it, milking every twitch, every sob. And when she finally let herself go, clenching tight around him with a sharp cry of her own, Juice nearly passed out.
He collapsed back against the mattress, drenched in sweat, chest heaving like he couldn’t catch his breath. His hands still clutched her like he was afraid she’d disappear.
October 2nd Story 3 Juice with Somnophilia. As always 18+
Juice opened the door quietly as he got home. Letting out a sigh as he mentally dropped the bullshit from the club that had pulled him from between your thighs earlier. Shrugging off his kutte and kicking his boots off he made his way quietly through the house. Passing the kitchen not even hungry at this point even though you told him you had made him a plate in the fridge. As much as he loved your cooking he just needed to be entangled with you again. This had been your first day back home from a work trip in three weeks. They had been three very long weeks only broken up up with quick pictures and sexts. That had helped but you both needed the real thing.
Pushing your bedroom door his shoulders slumped as he caught sight of you asleep. The gentle sound of your rhythmic breathing hitting his ears. Moving to the bed he bent over and kissed your cheek before moving to his dresser to grab a change of clothes. Stepping into your bathroom he shut the door before hitting the light so not to wake you. Stripping off his shirt he moved to turn the water on when his eyes caught a glimpse of purple on the mirror. Turning he noted his name was on the outside in your handwriting. Reaching out he opened the note carefully.
He swallowed hard as he read your words.
I came Daddy but not you, feel free to use me but don’t wake me when you get home
Fuck thought Juice as he set the note down. His cock already stirring at your words and the images it evoked. Hands rubbing his face as he thought this over. The two of you had talked about this before briefly, interrupted as usual by clubshit so you guys hadn’t had a chance to get into the details. But you were telling him to……with quick movements he turned the water and lights off before moving into the bedroom hands shoving his pants and boxers off.
Carefully he pulled the sheet off of you and grinned as he noted you were only wearing one of his samcro shirts. His fingers drifted over your thigh as he pushed the fabric up higher to expose your still glistening slick. He groaned as his hand moved to his sill hardening cock, pumping himself as he imagined you wrapped tightly around him. Your moans and whimpers in his ear as he slid in and out of you.
After a couple minutes he slipped onto the bed, sliding up your body until he was hovering over you, his cock nestled between your lower lips. His eyes rolled as he started to inch his hips slowly moving his cock through your slick heat. Biting his lower lip to contain his sounds he heard you whimper beneath him, spurring him to move a bit quicker. He was working himself into a frenzy as he thought about his cock being buried in your sleeping form. Your body clenching at him as he used you. His focus clouded by his growing pleasure and the ever increasing wetness he was sliding through.
"Fuck" hissed Juice as he felt the tip of his cock slide into your hot slick entrance. You let out a whine but didn't wake. He swallowed hard as he considered his next move. Surely you wouldn't mind if it was just the tip he reassured himself as he pulled back and slid the tip back in gently. “Fuck fuck” he groaned lowly as your body sucked at him trying to pull him in more. He swallowed hard as he gently slid in and out, his cock already leaking, His muscles straining with tension as he tried to hold himself back. Closing his eyes he started to pick up the speed until he was fully inside your soft fluttering walls. His lips crashing into yours as you moans intensified as he felt you cum around him. Your orgasm triggering his he growled into the kiss biting your lower lip as his cock twitched and shot his release in sharp bursts. Collapsing on top of you he kissed your jaw and neck as he came down from his high.
kinktober day thirty one — guided sex + first time / virginity loss + threesome
ཐི♡ཋྀ — summary; you and Chibs find out something about Juice (Chibs Telford + Juice Ortiz x fem!reader)
ཐི♡ཋྀ — warnings; unestablished relationship, experienced!chibs x crush!reader x virgin!juice, written with them being an unstoppable trio in mind (like it’s always them three together), half sack is mentioned so set in early seasons??, they play never have i ever then spin the bottle (where juice outs himself as a virgin), never have i ever in the sense of they take a drink if they have done it yk?, some teasing, chibs being a whore, smut, minors do not interact!!!, unprotected p in v, creampies, oral (juice receiving), swallowing/cum eating, kisses after swallowing, mention of reader being on the pill, chibs guides juice on how to fuck you, juice loses his virginity, chibs uses juice’s cum as lube basically, it took me an embarrassing amount of time to write this so i’m incredibly sorry for any errors or typos x
ཐི♡ཋྀ — word count; 5,239 words (somehow?? i’ve no clue when that happened..)
ཐི♡ཋྀ — a/n; idea originated from the 'thoughts' i had in this post, but yeah !! wrapping up another kinktober, late and with my faves 🤗 but big thank you again to @secretlysamcro for the spin the bottle idea, owe you a million 🫶
ཐི♡ཋྀ — 2nd a/n; i’ve no clue how my warnings and summary originally got posted btc??? literally only now realised (3/11/25) as i’m on the way to a funeral. so my bad for that, please feel free to re-reblog it without that idiotic mistake, because i’ve no clue what the fuck happened there 😵💫😵💫
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you, Chibs and Juice were sat at a table together in the clubhouse, laughing and drinking while the rest of the club party moved around the three of you.
it was always the three of you, practically joined at the hips. there was never just one of you on your own, unless the guys were away on a run or at the table.
tonight though, you were getting drunk together.
that was the plan at least.
you’d suggested the only other way you knew would get you drunk without needing to do shots on their own, never have i ever.
both of them agreed and you managed to wrangle a bottle from Sack behind the bar, before grabbing three shot glasses.
the questions started simple. take a shot every time you’d done whatever the person says, simple enough.
never have i ever used a fake ID, all three of you drank. never have i ever smoked weed, again all three of you drank. never have i ever been on a blind date, only you drank that time. never have i ever lied about my age, you and Juice drank, of course Chibs hadn’t lied about his age.
but Chibs being Chibs, wanted to heat up the questions.
his first question was never have i ever gone skinny dipping, and again the three of you drank. never have i ever kissed more than one person in 24 hours, you and Chibs drank. never have i ever had a one night stand, again only you and Chibs drank.
“really?”
he asked Juice, a look of utter disbelief on his face.
“really man.. not my thing”
you shook your head as they started a back and forth on the topic before you cleared your throat, gathering back both of their attentions.
Chibs continued, the bottle of liquor you’d gotten from the prospect only holding enough alcohol for one last question anyways.
never have i ever had sex on a beach, and again, only you and Chibs drank.
Juice’s lack of drinking for the sex questions made you pause to wonder, but you were quickly pulled from your thoughts at the smirk on Chibs’ face.
“what you jealous, Telford?”
his eyes creased at their corners while he laughed, though he nodded too.
“canny expect me no to be after ye say ye have”
you rolled your eyes at him while shaking your head in a mix of disbelief and scepticism, while Juice looked between both you and Chibs.
whenever he was with you and Chibs he was never this quiet, which was slowly adding to your already growing curiosity and worry tonight.
but you shook your head, trying to shake it off while reaching for the now empty bottle.
“spin the bottle? i like how ye think, sweetheart”
the bottle was set on the middle of the table, you going first to spin it, before it landed on Chibs.
“what’s your favourite position?”
he chuckled at the question, eyes gleaming with want and mischief while soothing his left hand down his face.
Juice twisted at his rings while you held Chibs’ eyes, waiting for his answer.
“eh the one where she’s on top.. what’s it called?”
you laughed as he failed to remember the positions name, easily filling in for him while he looked between you and Chibs again.
“cowgirl”
his eyes lit up as you named it, poiting at you while nodding, and making you laugh again.
everyone else around the club was droned out as Chibs explained why it was his favourite, going on about how he liked watching women take their pleasure from, and of course having their tits in his face.
of course that’s what his reasoning was, you should’ve caught on with every time his drifted down to your own cleavage.
“class act Telford”
you murmured, but he only laughed in response, his hand already on the bottle and spinning it again.
when the bottle landed on you, you could just feel where Chibs was taking it.
“would you ever consider a threesome?”
you looked between him and Juice, and then back to Chibs.
it wasn’t as if you hadn’t thought about it, you had many times. but with the question presented to you, with the only two men you’d consider to have a threesome with, heat flooded your body.
“i mean yeah? depends on the guys”
Juice hummed by your side, his hand already braced on the bottle, while you refused to look at Chibs, already well aware of the smirk that was most likely situated on his handsome face.
his gaze bore into you, the heat of it obvious even as you tried to ignore him.
“stop it. yes i’d consider a threesome with the right guys”
a triumphant smirk made its way across his face, as if he’d read your mind and knew somehow which two guys you’d choose.
but still, you didn’t grant Chibs an answer. instead, you focused on Juice as he began to spin the bottle.
all three of you watched the glass spin until it came to a stop, pointing at Juice after it circled the table a good ten times.
“alright my turn then”
you finally looked back to Chibs, but he offered the question out to you, letting you ask.
“have you ever been caught in the act?
by the sound of Chibs’ laugh and his chair scooting closer to the table, it sounded as if you’d chosen a good question.
Juice, however, paused.
he didn’t look at either of you, instead scratching at the back of his neck while an awkward laugh left him.
“you can always drink if you don’t want to answer”
you offered, earning a kick from Chibs from under the table.
“hey?!”
Chibs shook his head, his leg resting against yours while both of you focused back on Juice and his now avoidant expression.
that worry you had bubbled up, your hand reaching for his free one to stroke your thumb across his knuckles.
“hey you okay?”
Juice nodded, forcing down whatever he wasn’t telling you or Chibs before he forced a fake smile onto his face.
“Juicey.. don’t have to lie to us”
he sighed at Chibs’ words, looking from you and then to Chibs, and then back to you.
your thumb stroked across the back of his hand again, easing out some of his sudden tension and worry while you offered him a genuinely concerned look.
“i uh.. i haven’t, you know”
his free hand scratched at the back of his neck again, already forcing himself to look away from you as his worry came flooding back in an instant.
Chibs sat upright in his seat, all his usual teasing and bravado gone at Juice’s confession.
“ye haven’t? like ever?”
Juice shook his head, confirming Chibs’ question.
you leaned into Juice, using your free hand to cradle the side of his face and tilt his gaze towards you, a small frown on his face.
“hey it’s okay, we’re not judging. Chibs can be an ass, but he’s not judging you”
he looked over at the Scotsman, who only nodded in response, reaffirming your words.
“Juice baby, no one at this table is judging you. hell, we were all a virgin at one point, and it’s okay that you still are”
his hand moved from the back of his neck to yours on his face, gently covering yours before he sighed.
the weight of everything seemed to come out in his sigh, his shoulders slumping, and his bottom lip jutted out in something akin to a pout.
“if you want, and only if you want, i could help you with it”
Juice lifted his head to meet your eyes again, a glimmer of hope and something more staring back at you.
but then he looked to Chibs, who just shrugged in response.
“if ye want, only you can decide”
words died on his tongue as Chibs’ words registered in his head, but you got an idea at what he was thinking about.
he was worried about excluding Chibs and being the first to get you into bed, the way his eyes flicked to Chibs first and then continued to flick over to him a giveaway.
you waited until Juice looked back to you, eyes still holding that hopeful glint as your thumb made a pass across your cheek.
“i’m game if you are, but if you’re worried about him, we could always do my bottle question”
that one made Chibs pause in his tracks too, the idea of being included in something so intimate for Juice sending a different type of warmth shooting through him.
“but only if you want Juice”
his eyes flicked between both of you again, before he nodded, carefully pulling your hand away from his face while a smile broke out across yours.
Juice held your hand against the table, his thumb mirroring your previous action as he stroked his thumb across your knuckles.
“i want to..”
he hesitated again, but neither you or Chibs blamed him, Juice was different and you wanted him to feel his best with the situation.
“we’ll do whatever you want to do, okay?”
you asked reassuringly, Chibs nodding along before Juice nodded himself, standing from the table and holding his hand out to you.
a soft laugh fell from your lips before you dropped your hand into his, letting him lead you off into one of the dorms, before Chibs followed.
once inside with the door locked behind you, you pushed Juice to sit on the edge of the bed.
“we do whatever you want, you say stop and we stop. hell, if you don’t want to speak about this ever again after this, then we don’t have to”
his eyes instinctively moved back to Chibs, wanting the older man’s reassurance.
“promise ye Juicey, we do whatever ye want. what happens in this room stays in here”
he nodded slowly, eyes moving back to you as you moved towards him, standing between his legs and cradling his jaw in your hand.
Chibs stood behind you, watching as you pulled Juice up and into a heated kiss, quickly knocking the breath from his lungs.
Juice moaned into the kiss, his hands pulling at your hips to pull you against his chest.
you smirked against his lips, moving your hands down his body and towards his belt, eagerly working it open before pushing down his jeans.
the heat between you intensified as Juice clumsily pushed down your own jeans, baring you to both men’s hungry gazes.
a strangled sound left Juice at the sight of you, while Chibs stood behind watching with a smirk, his eyes growing dark and hungry as more of your body was revealed.
Juice tugged your shirt impatiently off over your head, leaving you in just your bra and panties, before Chibs let out a low whistle.
“shit sweetheart, yer stunning”
you looked back at him over your shoulder, a smirk tugging at your lips at the sight of him palming his bulge through his jeans.
his eyes followed your movements as you pushed Juice down onto the bed, settling in his lap.
“how’d you want it, baby?”
he rocked up into you at your question, using his strength to roll you onto your back while he settled between your legs.
Chibs moved closer, sitting on the bed next to you, moving his hands behind your back to unclip your bra.
it fell away and let your boobs fall free to both of their gazes, making both of them groan at the sight.
both of them palmed at one of your breasts each, Chibs’ touch more precise and accurate, while Juice’s touch was more sloppy.
the older of the two teased at your stiffened nipple, eliciting a gasp from your lips, quickly followed by a moan.
“please”
Juice whined, his hips rocking into yours again, chasing the warm wetness that remained hidden away behind the lace of your underwear.
his eyes met yours again, earning a nod of your head.
both of them watched as you lifted your hips, your thumbs hooking into the waistband of your panties to pull them down and off.
“fuck.. can i?”
Juice asked, his fingers already reaching for the waistband of his boxers, after tugging his t-shirt up and off over his head, tossing it to the pile on the floor. you nodded again, giving him the go ahead to push them down.
he kicked the fabric down and off, his thighs flush against the backs of yours as he hesitated.
“fuck me Juice”
you whispered, reaching between your bodies to wrap your hand around his cock, pumping him slowly while Chibs continued to palm and knead at your breasts.
his body pressed in against your side, leaning in to capture your lips in a kiss, easily deepening it while Juice moved your hand away from his cock.
a moan bubbled past your lips as Juice swiped the head of his cock through your wetness, his hips bucking and rocking into you with desperate and sloppy movements.
“ease up with it”
Chibs murmured, looking to Juice as he looked up at both of you for some guidance.
Juice nodded while swiping the head of his cock through your arousal again before positioning himself at your entrance, a strangled noise falling from his lips as he slowly pushed into your warmth.
“oh fuck”
he gasped, his face knit together in pleasure as he began sinking inch after inch into your cunt, making both of you moan out in unison.
“she feel good, Juicey?”
Chibs asked, smirk on his face as he watched the sight before him, his hand laying heavy on the underside of your breast, chuckling to himself with every shaky rise and fall of your chest.
the bed creaked as Juice’s hips rocked into you, his weight settling against your body as he took a long minute to adjust to the overwhelming feeling of you around him.
“i uh.. i don’t know how to”
Juice admitted, his right hand on the bed by your head while his left hand soothed across the outside of your thigh, trying to will the embarrassment to leave his body.
“hey yer okay, just do what comes natural”
you soothed your hand across Juice’s arm, soothing him as his breath came in laboured pants.
carefully, Juice started to roll his hips, pulling back until only the head of his cock remained inside. a whine fell from your lips before he was pushing back in, his hips finding a pace that had groan after groan falling from his lips.
“that’s it, just like that baby”
he hummed at your words, using his hand on your leg to grab at it and pull it higher around his hip, deepening the angle of his hips as he continued to rock into you.
his pace was sloppy, full of that desperate need, but it also held a sharp thrust between every other rhythmless one.
“need to put some force to it Juicey, need to chase it for it to feel good”
the words didn’t make sense in Juice’s pleasure ridden mind, but he nodded anyways.
you watched as he tried to follow Chibs’ instructions, his hand on the bed tightening in the sheets while he tried to focus on the force of his thrusts.
Juice grunted, his knees pressed into the mattress as he deepened the angle, every thrust making the head of his cock hit that one spot that had your cunt fluttering around him and a moan tumbling from your lips.
“take what you need Juice, just like that”
you told, left hand cradling the side of his face as he leaned over you, gradually picking up the pace and rhythm to his thrusts, and making you moan out beneath him.
“feels so good”
Juice murmured before surging forwards to catch your lips in a kiss, swallowing down your moans while Chibs watched amused.
the bed gave another groan as Juice’s thrusts continued, easily sending pleasure blooming through your body and your cunt fluttering around Juice’s cock.
“shit..”
he grunted, losing the rhythm of his thrusts for a second before he caught himself, continuing to rock into you with an increasing need.
beside you, Chibs hummed, waiting for Juice’s lips to leave yours before he was kissing you again.
Chibs’ hand cradled your face, his lips pressing to yours in a heated kiss. you moaned into the kiss as Juice found the right strokes that had your walls fluttering and spasming around him, allowing Chibs to deepen the kiss further.
his tongue pushed into your mouth, moving against yours and in time with Juice’s thrusts, easily making you moan into the kiss again.
“shit i..”
Juice broke off into a needy moan, causing you and Chibs to part to look up at him. your eyes searched Juice’s, trying to gauge what was wrong.
but his hips gave a ragged thrust, desperation painting itself across his face as he tried to focus on your pleasure instead of the overwhelming building in his gut.
“what’s wrong?”
you asked, but Juice only shook his head.
his hips continued their thrusts, driving into you over and over while the sound of skin on skin began filling the room, followed by a groan of protest from the bed.
“ye close Juicey? that it?”
he only nodded in response to Chibs’ question, ignoring the teasing tone to his words while you slapped at his shoulder, focusing your attention on Juice above you.
there was something he was holding back, that embarrassed demeanour, only you seemed to notice within him making itself known.
your hands soothed across his chest, feeling some of the worry and embarrassment leave, all while his hips continued.
Juice wouldn’t tell you, especially not with Chibs there, but with your soft hands and even softer tone, he had no way of holding back when you asked him about it.
“Juice baby, have you ever.. you know, finished before?”
Chibs lay beside you amused at the line of questioning, but you tuned him out, focusing on taking care of Juice’s needs.
“shit.. no? it doesn’t happen, get close and then lose it”
his words made you frown, that was definitely something you wanted to fix.
your hands lifted to his face, stroking your thumbs across his cheeks while pulling him down and into a kiss.
“i can’t tell you how to feel or what to do with it, but i know it feels like a lot, especially for your first time”
he nodded along to your words, desperately rocking into you as Chibs spoke up again, zero shame to his words as he spoke through hitting the big ‘O’ with a fellow club member.
“feel like pressure buildin’? like an ache in your gut?”
Juice nodded, a little too fast, but it felt too good, and he was in a losing battle for holding off.
his hips rocked into you again, his lips parted in a string of groans. each thrust he gave had your walls fluttering around him, pushing him closer and closer to the edge.
“i uh.. i can’t much more, too much”
your thumb made another pass across his cheek, holding his face in your hands as you whispered to him.
“it’s okay, let go for me”
he gulped at your words, barely registering anything other than the warmth spreading through his body and the tight warmth of your cunt.
Chibs, however, tilted his head to nip at your jaw, murmuring out to you.
“inside, huh?”
you rolled your eyes at him, but nodded anyways.
“i’m on the pill”
Juice had toned out both of you, instead focusing on chasing his high with every thrust he managed to give.
he was right on the edge, his pace faltering mid thrust as your cunt fluttered around him again, easily pulling him over and into his orgasm.
his lips parted in a string of moans, rutting into you with desperate and needy bucks while he spilled himself into your warmth.
after a long minute, Juice’s body lay against your chest, his face burying itself into your throat while his hips stilled completely, causing your own orgasm to slip away.
“i’m sorry”
he apologised, but you shook your head, rolling him onto his back once he’d pulled out of the warmth of your cunt.
“it’s okay, you done so well”
you whispered, leaning in to kiss him while he settled against the pillows, a pleasure drunk look across his face.
while you doted Juice with attention, Chibs had moved from his space beside you and now sat behind you. his clothes were discarded into the heap on the floor, his body settling behind you and his hands taking hold of your hips.
Chibs pulled you back against him, making a gasp fall from your lips.
his eyes were dark as he watched himself swipe the head of his cock through your wetness, using your own arousal and Juice’s cum that had started to seep out of you to ease himself in.
both of you moaned at the feeling, your head dropping into Juice’s lap.
“shite love.. never told me she felt this good Juicey”
Chibs murmured, his thumbs stroking across your hips as he let both of you accustomise yourself to the other.
he groaned behind you, his head tipping back at the feeling of your cunt engulfing his cock, while your walls fluttered around him at the new intrusion.
Juice made a choked noise above you, his cock already stirring to life once more at the sight before him.
“fuck sweetheart, feel like heaven”
his pace started steady, not wanting to lose himself in the feeling and blow his load too early, but he was already wound up a lot more than he’d ever admit.
but Chibs was only so good at holding back, and you felt good, too good.
Chibs picked up the pace of his thrusts, rocking into you with a need that bordered on desperation while the bed made another noise beneath the three of you.
“baby..”
you murmured into Juice’s thigh, not too sure who the pet name was intended for, but it didn’t matter when both of them answered to it.
Juice’s cock throbbed in front of your face, bobbing for attention and the head of him already leaking with arousal again.
he looked down at you with all but pleading eyes, making a smirk break out across your face.
“i’m sorry”
his apology fell on deaf ears as you leaned in, swirling your tongue around the head of his cock and lapping up the precum that had leaked out.
Chibs groaned behind you, each thrust he gave deeper and sharper than the last as the steady sound of skin slapping against his filled the room.
he squeezed your hips, pulling you back against him to meet him thrust for thrust. you moaned against Juice’s cock, feeling him throb in your hand before you focused on lavishing his cock with attention.
you licked up his shaft, from base to tip, until your tongue swirled around his cockhead again.
Juice whined, his hips rocking up into you while Chibs gave another sharp thrust behind you.
another whine left Juice as you finally took him into your mouth, his lips parting in a string of needy moans as the warmth of your mouth engulfed him.
“she feel that good Juicey?”
Chibs teased, your cunt fluttering around him with every thrust and groan he gave, steadily stoking the flames of your orgasm that had slipped away.
“christ love, feels fuckin’ amazing”
he murmured, everything already building and becoming too much for him.
you started to bob your head along Juice’s cock, his hips rocking up to meet you with every movement while Chibs’ hips drew back until only the head of his cock remained inside, using his force to slam back in, starting a string of harsh thrusts.
“shit.. i..”
Juice broke off into his own moans, pleasure painted across his face as he watched you suck his dick.
his hips rocked up into your mouth again, making you splutter around him as he hit the back of your throat with more force than he intended.
“fuck i’m sorry”
he stammered, but you only continued bobbing your head in response, your tongue swirling around his shaft and making him moan out again.
pleasure had painted itself across Chibs’ face, though you couldn’t see it.
all three of you were already hurdling towards your climax’s, the heat of it floating around the room.
Chibs rocked into you again with another sharp thrust, making you moan around Juice’s cock, the sound vibrating through his shaft.
“oh god..”
Juice cursed, his head tipped back and his climax drawing closer with every bob of your head.
“right there”
he moaned, forcing himself to look back down to you as you continued to bob your head. your tongue flattened against the underside of his shaft, swirling it along and around his length until he groaned again.
another moan bubbled up your throat and around Juice’s cock, his hips instinctively rocking up into you at the feeling as he teetered right on the edge.
the sound of Juice’s groans had your walls fluttering around Chibs’ cock, his thrusts faltering for a second before catching himself, and doubling down with another sharper thrust.
“close baby”
Juice told, heat licking up his neck and dusting his cheeks with warmth and a pink hue.
you hummed around his cock again, focusing on bringing him to his peak while his lips parted in another groan.
“shit she’s special, huh Juice?”
Chibs murmured, his right hand delivering a soft smack to your ass while he deepened his thrusts, his knees pressing deep into the mattress. the head of his cock hit that one spot that had your vision going white and your cunt fluttering around him, the coil winding tight in your belly.
“oh christ”
he cursed, his head tipping back as the feeling of your warmth around him grew too much.
spit spilled from the corners of your lips as Juice rocked up into you again, his hips meeting every bob of your head before he groaned again.
“there.. oh god”
Juice warned as you swallowed around his cock, easily making his breath catch in his throat at the feeling.
his hips rocked up into you a final time before he was toppling over the edge with a breathy moan of your name, spilling himself into your mouth as his cock throbbed and jerked.
you swallowed around his cock, easily swallowing down his release while Juice turned into a whining mess above you.
Chibs chuckled to himself, watching Juice pull you off of his cock with a low hiss.
“shit you’re pretty”
he complimented, your eyes glinting with mischief as you pressed a final kiss to the head of his cock before resting your cheek against his thigh.
behind you, Chibs’ thrusts never let up.
each smack of his hips created its own lewd smack of skin on skin, Chibs’ groans following while he tried to hold off his release, wanting you to finish before him.
but when you moaned out, he knew there was no chance of that happening.
his lips parted as another groan left him, your cunt fluttering around him as he hit that one spot that had you seeing stars.
“shite love.. ye’ve got me”
Chibs grunted, his pace faltering mid thrust as his orgasm washed over him.
you moaned into Juice’s thigh, pushing your hips back against Chibs as he rutted into you, his grip on your hips holding you flush against him before he came inside with a wrecked groan.
he rutted into you again, spilling himself into your warmth and continuing to roll his hips until he’d spilled himself dry.
“pussy is fucking hypnotic, sweetheart”
Juice nodded along to Chibs’ words, soothing one of his hands across your back as Chibs’ continued to rock into you, determined to push you over into your own orgasm.
“close Chibs”
you told, his thrusts hitting with a lot less rhythm than before, but you didn’t care. you were wound up enough that it was enough to push you closer to your own peak.
each thrust he gave still managed to hit that spot, winding the coil tighter in your belly until it was ready to snap.
Chibs groaned as your cunt fluttered around his now sensitive cock, making his hips stutter and yours push back against him.
“fuck, there she is, cum for us love”
Juice’s hand made another pass across your back as Chibs hit that spot again and again, your moans muffled into Juice’s thigh at the overwhelming feeling.
“there she is”
the words became a blur as your cunt clamped down around Chibs’ cock, his hips only managing to give a couple more sloppy thrusts before you were following both of them over the edge and into your own orgasm.
warmth spread through your body like bliss, your vision still whitened while your walls spasmed around his cock, soaking him with your release.
Chibs’ hands squeezed at your hips, grounding himself in the moment as your cunt continued to spasm around him.
after a long minute, the three of you shifted in bed.
you lay between both of them, Chibs behind you with his arm slung possessively around your waist while Juice faced you.
a sigh fell from Juice’s lips, your hand instinctively lifting to cradle his face.
“are you okay?”
he nodded, nuzzling into your touch while Chibs nuzzled into the nape of your neck, breathing in the smell of you before he pressed a kiss to the skin there.
“thank you”
Juice whispered, his head tilting to press a kiss to your palm while a smile graced your face.
but you shook your head, pulling him closer and into another kiss, though much softer than the kisses you shared before.
a soft moan fell from his lips at the taste of himself on your tongue, his lips pressing to yours in another kiss before you whispered to him.
Here is a mostly sweet story between Juice and the reader. There might be a little smut involved but nothing major.
Let me give you some back story facts;
You and Juice have been best friends for a long time.
Both of you are crazy into pranking people and joking around.
You have always been one of the "boys " and they didnt see you any other way.
It was a hot blistering day. Your baggy clothes were replaced by a tank top and shorts. You had put your hair into a bun, a few stray strands clinging to your face because of the sweat.
You walked into juice his room at the garage. As always he was being busy with his computer.“You’re so boring” You sighed as you poked his side. He jumped a little and broke his focus. “And what do you suggest I would do for fun?” Juice asked, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. You rolled on your side to face him. “We could go to the lake?” You suggested, perking yourself up. Juice raised an eyebrow but his smile grew big. “That’s actually not a bad idea, Y/N” He closed his laptop and walked out the door. “What are you waiting for?” He called out. You quickly got up and followed him. On the way towards your bike, you ran into the hardworking sweaty mechanics. “Where yew kids goin’?” A thick Scottish accent asked. “Going to the lake! Can’t last any longer hear.” You chuckled. Chibs looked up, a shot of jealousy flickered in his eyes. “We’ll join ya’ latr” Chibs said. “Alright, bring beer!” You called out as you neared your bikes, waving at him.
As soon as you arrived at the lake, it felt like the air was cooler already. As it was a spur of the moment idea, you didn’t bring a swimsuit. You didn’t hesitate any longer and got out of your clothes as quickly as possible. Leaving you with only your bra and a g-string. You felt Juice his gaze linger on you. This was the first time he ever saw you this way. “Are you just gonna stare or are you gonna join me?” You asked him teasingly, a playful glint in your eyes. “Y-yeah” He shook his head and got out of his clothing. You jumped in and Juice followed quickly. Your usual banter taking over again, as you splashed water each others way and trying to push each other under water. You held your hand up as you coughed up the water “you win!” A huge smile played on Juice his face. “I knew you wouldn’t last” He said proudly. You rolled your eyes and laughed. “Just you wait. I will get you back” You said as you made your way over to the dock.
“We’ve got beer!” Chibs called out, as they made their way over to you. Some of the guys immediately got undressed and jumped in the water. Needing to cool down after a long day. Chibs and Happy got their stuff ready and started a campfire. In the meanwhile, you grabbed one of the beers. The satisfying sound as it opened, the cold can against your lips. The bitter, bubbly liquid gliding down your throat and cooling you down. “This might have been the best beer i have ever had” you sighed contently. Chibs chuckled “Glad i could help”
You leaned back by the campfire. The sun had began to set, the golden rays shining beautifully on the lake. One by one the guys came out of the water. When Juice emerged, your eyes were stuck on him like glue. The water droplets clinging to his muscular build. The rays of sun cascading on his beautiful tan skin. His underwear was soaked, stuck to his body. Revealing every detail there. You saw the outline of his dick clearly. It made you flutter inside, a feeling you never had before with Juice. Your cheeks now turned rosy. “You like what you see?” Juice asked teasingly, clearly noticing you were staring a bit too long. “Maybe I do” You teased back, catching him by surprise. “You might wanna take a picture it will last longer” He threw back at you. You reached for your phone, not intending to take a picture but just to mess with him. When you saw a slight panic in his eyes, you decided that you actually were gonna take a picture. With a mischievous grin, you quickly snapped a picture.
“Hey!” Juice called out before making his way over to you. You quickly stood up and ran away. It was like a game of cat and mouse. “Come on, give me that phone!” He called out. You laughed in return “No I need this blackmail!” As you looked over our shoulder to see where Juice was, you hadn't realized you were this close to some trees. You had to stop your pace, before slamming into the trees. As you turned around, Juice was standing in front of you. You reached your phone up as high as possible, to get it out of his reach. Which totally didn’t work as Juice was clearly taller than you. He reached on hand around both of your wrists, pinning you against the tree. His other hand reaching for the phone. He leaned in closer and whispered in your ear. “Gotcha” His warm breath against your skin, sending goose bumps all over your body. Your breath hitched. He noticed it and decided to tease you a little more. He place on knee in between your legs and saw you bite your lip. As he placed a little more pressure against you, you had to try your best not to let out a moan. “You’re too easy” Juice said with a big grin appearing on his lips. He stepped away and looked into your phone to delete the picture. As you got of your high, you gave him a playful punch. “I hate you” You said frustrated. “Oh you love me and you know it” He said with the happiest face he could put on. You rolled your eyes and brushed passed him. Before you knew it, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you back. His lips met yours before you realized what was happening. A deep warmth rose inside both of you. A deep primal longing that had been there a long time, finally coming to the surface. Your kiss grew more lustful, hands roaming on each others body. In between the kissed you softly bit his lip, releasing a soft grunt from him. You felt his hardness pressing against you. As you both pulled away, your breaths were heavy. As he locked his eyes with yours “You thought I was just gonna let you slip away?” He said with a grin. Your cheeks still rosy from the encounter “Honestly I don’t know what to think right now” You replied sheepishly. He walked back to the lake side where the guys were sitting. “You staying there or?” You took a second to compose yourself the best you could, before heading back with him.
“Almost thought yew two wer shaggin’ ” Chibs said, as he caught sight of you two. “Oh he’d wish he would ever get that lucky” You chuckled. Juice shook his head. “ Oh come on, I’m not that bad “ He replied to your comment. As the evening wore on, you and Juice kept stealing glances at eachother. Little did the rest of the crew know, what really had happened between the two of you.
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