What started as a marriage born of desperation had become something neither of you expected. The skills you've spent years hiding—skills learned in the shadows of your upbringing, skills that taste like poison and cut like glass—finally surfaced when Juice was taken from you.
SAMCRO got their member back, but now they know what you're capable of. Now they have expectations. Now they want to use the very darkness you've been running from.
Caught between the club's demands and Juice's growing suspicions, you're walking a razor's edge. Juice married you, never knowing he was falling for someone whose past is as dirty as SAMCRO's. And you're terrified that when he discovers the truth about what you've done to secure his safety, he'll see you the same way you see yourself—as something poisonous that shouldn't be touched.
But some secrets are too heavy to carry alone, and some feelings are too strong to hide behind a fake marriage certificate. In a world where loyalty is everything and trust is earned in blood, you'll have to decide what's more dangerous, the truth, or continuing to live a lie.
This is part of the Biker Boys of Summer 2025 Choose Your Own. As always 18+
The clubs end of summer party was in full swing when you pulled not the lot. You waved at chibs and Tig as you looked around for Juice frowning as you didn’t spot him. “Jax told Laddie he had to finish an assignment before he could join in” stated Tig as you made your way over to him and Chibs. Thanking him you made your way inside, grabbing a couple beers on the way to your mans dorm room.
“Hey baby” you greeted as you stepped inside the room and made your way to his desk.
“Hey love” greeted Juice grinning as he turned to you. Taking the beer he offered as he kissed your hand. “I’m locked to the desk for a bit but you should go enjoy the party” he stated as he nodded back to his laptop.
“I can wait. Besides I can think of something to help you work faster” you replied with a mischievous smirk before dropping down and crawling under his desk.
Juice shook his head but felt his pants start to tent as images of your mouth wrapped around his cock flooded his mind. He loved noting more than watching you suck him off. Scooting his chair slowly in, he grinned as he felt your hands work his belt and zipper. Your fingers wrapping around his cock and tugging it free had him groaning. The feel of your lips kissing his tip though had him thrusting forward in search of one of your sweet wet holes he loved.
After awhile Juice grabbed your head and pulled you roughly from his cock as It started to twitch. Taking deep breaths he pulled you across the floor by your hair as he scooted his chair back before joining you on the floor. He was barely keeping a hold of his release as he roughly moved you into position with your ass up. Quickly he sunk his cock into your. Fingers digging into your hips as he pummeled your insides as his cock twitched and shot ropes of cum into you.
He loves when you sit on his face. His tongue licking up to your clit and sucking softly on the bud before dipping back down to your dripping hole and tongue fucking you tell you cum for the 3rd time. His arms wrapped around your thighs to hold you down as you squirm and struggle to keep yourself steady. He loved to hear you whine and moan, telling him it’s too much, you can't cum again. He makes you anyway just to hear your sweet sounds again.
Juice likes to give you words of encouragement and praise since he wants to keep seeing you cum again again.
“So wet for me baby, can’t wait for me to make your pretty pussy feel good?”
“Such a good girl, so good you can handle another right?”
“You can do it, cum on my tongue again okay baby girl?”
Jax:
Enjoys missionary. On his stomach between your soft tights as he teases your pussy with lazy pumps of his fingers and kitten-like licks to your clit. He loves to watch from between your tights as you begged and whined for him to give you more. Once he finally replaces his fingers for his tongue and soft licking, to his rough finger circling your clit you were done for. Your hands in his hair, pulling to keep him as close as possible as you rode out right high.
Teasing is how Jax’s favorite form of torture, Watching you get all flustered and needy when his touch just isnt enough as he smirks at you waiting for you to start begging.
“What's wrong sweetheart, Too much? Need to cum?”
“I know you can last longer, you can do that for me right doll?”
“since you were so desperate to cum you can give me a few more right sweetheart?”
Opie:
Opie actually likes to eat you out in whatever way he can but since he is a tall guy and tends to tower over most of his partners, he likes to be on knees with you against a wall or a dresser to have some leverage with one leg slung over his shoulder. He holds you firm in place by one hand on the hip not on his shoulder as he sucks and licks you through another body tingling orgasm. Hands tangle in his hair as you try to keep steady.
Opie’s almost begs you to cum, over and over like he needs you to. Like he just needs to taste you.
“C’mon baby, cum for me.”
“You taste so good, so wet you're dripping.”
“Your perfect pussy can give me more than that right baby? You can come again for me.”
Happy:
Happy likes Missionary, holding your thighs open and keeping you still with an arm across your stomach. Normally he only eats you out if you pissed him off and he's just getting back at your bratty attitude. Between orgasms he gently licks you clean while you come down before his tongue is back on your clit and he’s three fingers deep in your pussy and you have tears in your eyes from being over stimulated.
Happy is more like a soft dom when “punishing” you. He isn't mean, he's just relentless and won't stop until he decides you have had enough.
“Baby, if I listened to you and stopped, that wouldn’t be teaching you anything about being a brat, now will it?”
“So wet babygirl, I think you need to cum a few more times to feel like you’ve been punished.”
“Two more baby, then you can have my cum as a reward, okay?”
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Can be read as part two of Let Us Ease Your Aching Heart or as a standalone. @darqchilddaydreamz here's your part two, hope you enjoy!!! Thank you so much for your faith in my writing and all your support.
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Contains: Smut (Dom Juice, sub Reader, Dom Chibs, consent and kink negotiation, fingering, P in v, Oral sex M and F receiving, praise kink, mirror sex, aftercare.) Time skips, angst with a happy ending but like way more angst than I set out to create.
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Months after you and Juice invited Chibs into your bedroom, things have changed for the better.
"Morning." You rolled over into Chibs' arms, "morning." It had been a whirlwind few months, Chibs joining you once to get his mind off his divorce from Fiona had turned into adding Chibs into the relationship permanently. It was a lot at first, you and Juice had to accommodate the needs and wants of a whole other person but once everyone got into the swing of things, it felt like he had always been there.
To be honest, you were feeling overwhelmed with everything, Juice and Chibs showered you with so much love that it felt like you weren't giving enough back. But you couldn't think about that right now, not with the way Chibs was pressed against you.
"How did you sleep?" You smiled softly, "good, you?" He grunted, his voice rough, "good, Juice went for an early morning ride so we have the bed to ourselves." You huffed, "you two are going to kill me, I'm still sore from last night." Chibs tutted, "oh, I'm sorry lass, let me get you breakfast to make up for it, you want waffles?" You smiled, "yes please my love."
Chibs smiled and pressed a kiss to your forehead before getting up and heading to the kitchen. You stretched and spread out on the bed, since everything had gotten serious, you had gotten a huge bed that was big enough for everyone to sleep in comfortably and it was getting to the point where you were all looking for a bigger house.
Just as you got up to shower, you heard Juice come in and talk to Chibs, you were sure that when you were out, they'd have figured something out to make the weekend perfect but for now, you just wanted to wash last's night fun down the drain.
When you walked into the kitchen, Juice and Chibs were waiting for you, "did you enjoy your ride?" Juice nodded, "I found a house for sale, it's nice and big enough for all three of us. We can have a look together another day if you like?" You nodded "sure." When you looked at Chibs, he smiled, "of course, this kitchen is too small for us anyway." You shoved Juice away from the fridge, "see, I can't get to my fancy butter because you're always standing around."
Juice faked offence, "you are rude, I always stand around with purpose." You huffed, "yeah, eye candy." You took your plate of warm waffles from the kitchen counter and walked over to the table, their eyes following your ass the whole way. Breakfast was a fun affair, the tension building as you filled your bellies with waffles, cream and syrup. With your last bite, you swiped a finger through the maple stickiness on your plates and flicked it over Juice's neck before licking it off.
Before he could grab you, you broke out into a run and dodged Chibs' long arms as he went to intercept for Juice. You lasted until you reached the back door then Chibs was wrapping his paws around your upper arms and throwing you over the couch's armrest while Juice pressed himself behind you, "hold her arms." Chibs' grip tightened, "lass says she's still sore from last night." Juice pressed the back of his hand to your clothed centre, "is that true?" You flinched as he pressed harder, "yes."
Juice tutted, "do you think you're going to be able to have fun?" You whimpered as he eased up, "I don't know." Juice smiled softly behind you, "well then, I'm just going to have to take my time and if you decide you can't then we'll have to come up with something else, won't we." Chibs chuckled, "she'll be right brother, she hasn't turned us down yet." Juice's hands were soft on your skin, "for our sake, what do you say if you don't want to keep going?" The tone of the morning had been forgotten for the time being, "no, stop, slow down, that hurts or I want to do something else."
"Good girl." Juice ran his hands up and down your back while Chibs put pressure on your arms. Juice thumbed the hem of your pants, pulling them off with your panties after a nod from you. Juice groaned at the sight of you bent over the armrest, he reached his hand out and ran his fingers up your slit, his thumb searching for your clit.
You sighed as a gentle pleasure filled your core, Juice's fingertips were soft and cautious as he touched you, Chibs' thumb rubbing back and forth over your wrist as he held you down. "You good to keep going?" You nodded, "that's not an answer lass." One of Juice's hands was stroking your thigh as the other one built you up, "yes, I'm good to keep….." You were cut off as Juice slid one of his long fingers inside you.
You gasped as he added another, tutting when you pushed back into his hand. "I'm being nice, don't give me a reason to punish you." Chibs chuckled, playing the good cop as usual, "come on Juicy Boy, we promised we'd be nice." Juice smiled down at you, "we did, didn't we?" Juice added another finger, his thumb speeding up on your clit.
Chibs always the good cop.
When you pushed back this time, Juice gave you what you wanted, adding pressure to your G-spot as his fingers inside you sped up. As you approached the edge, Juice slowed down, "please don't tease." Juice chuckled, "I'm not little girl, I'm just making sure you're all warmed up." You moaned as he returned to his previous pace, "please." Chibs smiled, "don't worry lass, he's going to give you what you need."
You smirked, "if he doesn't, will you?" Chibs gave you a hearty chuckle while Juice pulled back and slapped your ass, "you're in a mood this morning lass." You bit your lip as Juice spanked you again. "you're testing me." You turned your head as best you could, "sorry my love, I'll be good." Juice smiled behind you, "that's all I ask beautiful." When you reached the edge, he slowed down again. This time you didn't protest and relaxed into the couch, Juice rubbing one hand up and down your almost hurting rump.
"There you go, now you're getting the idea." Juice was always the mean one, happy to play the bad guy while Chibs acted like the soft one, and while it might now seem like it from the outside looking in, especially at what was currently taking place, but they doted on you like nothing you've ever felt before.
Juice left you with bruises, your skin tender to the press of a finger, your joints tight from being held in one place as he had his way with you but he held onto you with such reverence like there were times when you were the only thing keeping him glued together. And Chibs, Chibs looked at you like you were the Sun, Moon and Stars strung together by a golden string, there was no wrong you could do, no missed step you could take. There was something about being treated like you were the most precious thing on the planet that made your skin feel too tight, your chest feel too small but with each press of Juice's fingers, the unpleasant buzz was pushed from your mind.
You let out a whimper when he added a third finger, scissoring them open like he was trying to create a pleasant stinging stretch. "More please." Chibs chuckled, "was that you asking to cum or you asking for his cock?" Juice slapped your ass again, softer this time, "well little girl, answer him." You pushed back into his fingers, "whatever you want."
"Whatever I want? You say we're the ones that spoil you. Whatever I want?" He shook his head with a tut and that feeling was back, it was like he was shocked that you were so compliant. He had told you before that he saw this as a privilege, and when you said that being looked after by both of them felt like more of one, Juice made sure you couldn't sit right for a week.
"I never want to hear those words come out of your mouth again, do you understand me? You are giving far more to us than we could ever give to you and if you ever discount that again, I will make sure you're sorry."Juice had never taken that tone with you before so you took his words to heart.
He looked at Chibs, "isn't she out good girl?" Chibs smiled, "there's no one better." Juice smirked at Chibs and pulled away, ripping his pants off and grabbing his cock before rubbing it up and down your slit. His hand which were gripping your skin with force, turned soft as he spread your legs further apart and slid inside you, groaning as you encompassed him. His pace was slow, the in and out drag making you feel every inch of him.
"Oh my God." Juice chuckled, "Juice is fine." You shifted your foot and tapped him, "oh, so funny." Chibs' eyes moved to Juice, "the lass wants to be funny, you're not doing a good job if she can make jokes." Juice pressed your back down into the couch for more leverage then started moving his hips with speed.
Juice's fingers made their way down to your core and onto your clit, rubbing in tight, fast circles, a choked off gasp from you causing Chibs to move your wrists into one hand while the other went into his jeans. The sight mixed with the sensations Juice was causing was rocketing you towards your peak. "Juice, I'm close." Juice smiled, "I know, I can feel you twitching." Juice kept his fingers going and then you were flung over the edge with a whimper.
Juice didn't falter, his pace stayed a steady push until he was following you into bliss. Juice pulled out with another slap to your ass, looking at Chibs with a satisfied grin, "you want in brother?" Chibs gave a friendly head shake, "I'd rather her mouth." You shook off the cotton in your brain while Chibs found a couch cousin to put under your knees. When that was done, you dropped to the ground as Chibs removed his pants and stood in front of you, cock hard and leaking.
"Be a good lassie and open your mouth." You smiled at him through your eyelashes and leaned in, licking him from head to base. You placed your hands on his thighs as you sucked the head into your mouth, Chibs looking down at you with fire in his eyes and a chew of his lips. He grunted as you sucked him down your throat, his hands moving to the back of your head to hold you to him.
"That's it, you're so good at that." You moaned a thanks on his skin and Chibs' hands squeezed your skull. "My good girl, you like it when I tell you how good you are, don't you?" You nodded as best you could with his cock in your mouth, "yeah, I know you do." Juice was watching from the chair in the corner, close enough to you to almost touch your skin. "if she doesn't know what a good girl she is then we have a problem to correct." Chibs' hands became soft.
"Do you know how good you are?" He pulled you off him so you could answer, "yes, you tell me all the time." Juice's eyebrows shot up, "oh really, then let us what you're good at?" You swallowed, this was soon becoming a bit too much, "I'd rather go back to sucking your dick." Chibs smiled softly, "alright, but this isn't finshed." You put your mouth back on his with a sultry smile, wrapping your hand around what your mouth couldn't reach.
You swallowed him like he was the last thing you would ever touch, his head falling back while Juice moved to the floor behind you to rub your shoulders. You reached one hand up to roll his balls in your hand, his grunting telling you he was close as you lifted his balls closer to his body. With one last grunt, he was coming down your throat.
He pulled away and you leaned back into Juice's chest while he brushed your baby hairs off your sweaty forehead, "our good girl, let's us ran you a bath then you can have a nap." You smiled, a pleasant haze fogging your skull, "ok, I'd like that."
****
Juice and Chibs cleaned you up, but the time you were done, it was late morning. "Are you coming to the party tonight?" You nodded, "of course, you two can decide between yourselves who's bike I'm riding there on." Chibs smiled, "it's my turn lass." Juice shook his head, "you got her last time, it's my turn this time." Chibs tutted, "nope, three days ago you went with y/n to the store."
"That doesn't count, you took her to the last Club party." Before you could speak up, a call from work pulled you away. When you returned, they knew something was wrong, "I need to go into work, I'll take a change of clothes and go to the party right after." Juice made a genuinely sad face, "but we were going to spend the day together." You shrugged, "and if we all want to buy a house together, we need the income."
****
You were beyond tired, not only did your boss grind you into the ground but you had the deal with the snide comments from some of your colleagues about your love life. It's not like you bragged about having two men but when you've been seen kissing both in public, people talk.
You threw on a nice outfit, a simple white top with seethrough sleeves and a pair of well fitting jeans. It was only a Saturday night party and old ladies didn't really need to dress to the nines like the other women who were still looking for a man. When you got there, Juice and Chibs were already waiting, they greeted you with smiles and kisses, seemingly a little too intoxicated to realise you didn't feel like partying. The visiting charter roving around the compound didn't help either.
"How was work?" You shrugged, "the usual." You hadn't shared with them what your coworkers had been saying about you, there was no point. "How was your day?" Juice and Chibs gave the same response, "it wasn't any fun without you." You smiled, "let's hope I can stay home tomorrow, although, one of you will probably be nursing a hangover."
"You really don't need to work so much, we earn plenty of money to cover all of us." You took a deep breath, trying not to snap, "I'm not interested in being looked after." Juice blinked at your tone, something was clearly wrong. "You earn more than us anyway." The others didn't seem to like that, one of the visiting members making a nasty face.
"Well, it's not about money, it's about being responsible for myself and my shit." That seemed to quiet things down, "I'm going to get myself a drink, anyone want anything?" Chibs ran a hand over your back, "just a beer please lass." You returned with two, and a glass of water, handing one to Juice, "thank you gorgeous." You smiled, "I know you'd ask where your one was so I took the incentive."
Juice pressed his lips to your neck, "you spoil us." You shook your head, "Juice, we are in public, behave." Juice chuckled, "I don't think the Clubhouse really counts." You raised your eyebrows, "yes it does, now keep it in your pants." The night went on, and on and on, it wasn't even close to midnight and it felt like you had been at the party for years. You headed to the bathroom for a moment of quiet only to be followed by a visiting Son.
"What's the deal with you, Juice and Chibs?" The tone of his voice didn't bode well, "you should ask them." The man huffed, "I'm asking you." You nodded, "and I don't owe you an explanation." He stepped closer, "does that mean you're still up for grabs, it's not like you belong to them or you'd have at least one crow. You're clearly a slut." You stepped closer to him, clenching your jaw so you didn't put your fist through his face, "if you have a problem with me, take it up with Jax, he's the only one who can say anything." You smiled a nasty smile, "oh that's right, his kids love me and I do far more for the Club than you do. Now fuck off."
The man left in a huff and you stopped by the bathroom for a few seconds of peace, it wasn't like you hadn't heard all of it before but after the last few days, it was getting to you. When you got back outside, Chibs and Juice were locked in a friendly conversation with another chapter, the man who had just insulted you laughing along with them.
You were done, you hadn't had anything but water tonight and you were heading home, there was no way you were going to let Chibs and Juice know, not with everyone around so you walked to you car, unable to hold back the upset any longer. Just when you thought you were free, Happy spotted you walking away rubbing your face, you managed to make it to your car before he caught you.
"What's wrong little girl? You look so sad." You shrugged, "it's just been a long day Hap, I want to go home." He looked around, "where are your boyfriends?" You pointed to the picnic tables, "enjoying their night. Please, drop it Happy, I'm not in the mood." He nodded, "alright, text me when you get home safe so Juice doesn't start to worry when he can't fine you."
"Sure Hap, thanks for not poking."
****
Happy was fuming, he noticed you were upset the second you got out of your car but Juice and Chibs seemed to be obvious, he waited until they were alone to say something. "Where's your girl?" They looked around, "last I saw her, she was heading to the bathroom, she's probably talking to one of the other women." Happy shook his head, "no, she went home in tears twenty minutes ago." Juice's eye went wide, "what?" Happy took out his phone, "don't worry, she's home safe. How did you not notice something was wrong?"
Chibs swallowed, "she's been off but work's been rough." Before Happy could say more, the man was back, "where's your woman?" It made sense now, "did you say something to her?" The man shrugged, unaware of the rage in Juice's voice, "I just asked her some questions, I don't see anyone's crow so I figure she's up from anything." Happy huffed, "you two are fucking up."
The man crossed his arms over his chest, "are you fucking her too." Happy took a deep breath, his hands shaking, "fuck no, she's my friend and unlike these two idiots, I don't want to spend the rest of my life sharing a bed with her." Happy walked away without another word, leaving Juice and Chibs to deal with the pig.
****
When they got back, their knuckles were bruised and their blood was pumping until they found you on the couch eating ice cream and watching cute animal videos, "you right lass?" You nodded, "I'm fine, it's just been a long day." Juice sat down next to you, "we ain't buying that, tell us what's really going on." You put the ice cream down, "what do you think, I'm living and fucking two men and everyone knows it. Half the people at work think I'm a whore and when other charters are visiting I spend most of the night running away from assholes."
They were taken aback, "you never said anything." That was the wrong thing to say, "because the Club and other Sons come first, everyone knows that. If I start causing problems, I'll be gone in the blink of an eye." Juice put a hand on your leg, "how could you think that?" You shrugged, "because that's how people treat women in this life." Chibs shook his head, "we've never done anything to make you think that, have we?" You shook your head, "no, but all this talk about moving into a bigger house feels like this is heading somewhere and yet most people still think I'm just your whore."
Juice blinked, "I'm sorry, we shouldn't have let it get to this point. From now on we'll make sure everyone knows you're ours and they can't say a thing about you." Chibs smiled, "that asshole tonight knows, we're sorry it took us so long to realise what was wrong." You smiled softly, "it's alright, I should have told you sooner." Juice shook his head, "no, we should have picked up on something being wrong."
"Come on lass, I'll run you a shower and Juice can order some twenty four hour pizza and we can finish this party in bed."
****
Things improved in leap and bounds over the following days, they stopped making comments about how much you were working and put all their efforts into looking for a bigger house. Jax gave them permission to deal with any bullshit with as much violence as they wanted and you worked up the courage to record the nasty comments from your co-workers and take them to HR.
You were enjoying a quiet afternoon at the Clubhouse, sipping on a fruit cocktail while Juice and Chibs sat by you talking to Chucky. You were called away by Gemma, unaware of Happy watching from afar. When you were out of eyeline, he walked up to Juice and Chibs and sat down, "things seem better." Juice nodded, "you were right Hap, we were fucking things up." Happy nodded, "yeah, she doesn't exactly complain when things are wrong."
Chibs nodded, "we see that now." Happy shook his head, "you two really are clueless." Juice's eyebrows wrinkled, "what do you mean?" Happy huffed, "because there's a line of men down the block waiting to take your place and she doesn't have a crow on her skin. You've been dating her for more than a year Juice, she should have been wearing yours before you brought Chibs in." Juice sighed, "you're right, again. I just didn't want to jump the gun, especially with bringing Chibs in, it just felt like a lot."
"Yeah, after Fiona, I never thought I feel this way again, I guess I was just scared of getting hurt again." Happy huffed, "well, you're hurting her by not asking. I'd hurry up before she moves on to someone who's more serious."
****
"Why did I agree to this." You slapped the healing tattoo, the itch madding. "Because you love us?" Juice's tone was filled with humour, "it's itches so much, I'm going to punch Happy the next time I see him." Chibs chuckled, "careful lass, he might like that." You shook your head, "I need to go to work, please remember to pick up the paint from the hardware store, it hasn't been in stock for months and that colour will go great in the bedroom."
"Of course, enjoy your paperwork."
****
"You know what today is?" You shook your head, "keep your hand to yourself, just because it's healed doesn't mean you can touch it all the time." Chibs smirked, "no, but we're leaving for the cabin tonight and we have all week to enjoy looking at it." You shook your head, "the only reason we're going is that Juice has an allergy to uncured epoxy and we can't go near our new house."
Juice tutted, "and it's not our fault that you can't stay away." You huffed, "I don't know about you, but I want to get out of that fucking rental, the sooner the house is done the sooner we can leave that shithole." Chibs made a face, "we've been living there for months, you and Juice have been living there for two years, it's not that bad."
You blinked, "there's mold over everything, that house has outstayed its welcome." There was a pause then every burst out in laughter, "come on, we better get there and turn on the power so we can have hot water tonight."
****
When you got to the cabin, Juice went around back and switched in the power while you and Chibs unpacked and opened up. The place had been redone since everything went down with Clay, but there was still a strange feeling to the air, the man was long dead and yet his ghost still lingered. You could only think what he would say about you, Juice and Chibs.
"Stop thinking lass, he ain't here anymore and Jax and Opie are good." You took a deep breath, "yeah, it's just taking some adjusting." Chibs nodded, "I know, but we'll get there together." Juice came in with a smile, "I did it, and I braved the huge spider that was in the power box." You shook your head, "that's Larry, he's been there for years." Juice chuckled, "well then, maybe Larry can be our new pet."
You sighed, "that reminds me, Happy won't get off my back about going to the shelter, his new lady friend has a kitten he thinks we'd like." Chibs chuckled, "trust Hap to end up with a vet." You rubbed your face, "I think it will be fun, by the time the kitten is old enough to come home, the house will be ready, Happy said he's always chatting." Juice smiled, "I'm sure there's a pun in there somewhere."
You waved your arms, "there will be no pun, we all remember what happened the last time there were puns." Chibs laughed with a grimace, the pun incident as Juice had taken to calling it was Chibs cracking a rib after coming off his bike, it was the cash that did it, it was the laugh he gave when you made a pun afterwards.
"Lass is right, wordplay kills." You fluffed the pillows, "well if you two are alright to get diner, I'll fix up the bed and do some cleaning, this place smells like dead dust mites."
****
It was late by the time the movie had finished, Juice in all his wisdom had put on a horror movie hoping to get you to cling to him only for the three of you to get into a heated debate on who was the stupidest character, "it's clearly Cindy, she ran when she could have taken the car and gotten help." Chibs shook his head, "bullshit, Devin didn't double tap the killer, you always double tap."
"You're both wrong, it was the killer for not offing them all sooner because they're all dumb." You sighed, "I think it's time we hit the hay before one of us tries our hand at serial killing." Juice smiled, "you mean hit the hay or we all go back there and fuck?" You rolled your eyes, "what do you think Mr Smarty Pants?" Juice inhaled like he was offended, "you better run little girl, because when we catch you, you're going to be in for it."
You made it two steps before Chibs yanked you towards the bedroom, "that was a poor effort." You huffed, "I wasn't trying." Juice cocked his head in disbelief, "sure you weren't" You giggled and pulled out of Chibs' grasp stepping back and removing your top slowly, "well then, I'm waiting. You walked to the bedroom, dropping your clothes as you went.
When you were all in the bedroom, the heat in their eyes could have burnt the sun. "You're not being fair lass." You smiled, "why is that Chibby?" He stepped closer, running his hand up your arm, "because you deprived us of being able to remove your clothes." Juice took your other side, "yeah, he's right. What are we going to do about that?" You smirked, "I don't know, what are you going to do about it?"
Juice's face became soft, "we're going to do whatever you want, so, what is that?" You smiled, "I want you to kiss me, both of you." Juice took your next while Chibs took your lips and then you were falling onto the bed. Their clothes came off in the brushes of hand and the pressing of lips and before long, you were all naked, pressing your bodies together. "Isn't she the mos beautiful thing you've ever seen?" Juice smiled, "yeah, she is."
Juice's hand made it's way down your belly and to your slit, his finger rubbing your wetness till his fingertips hit your clit and you gasped, "that's my good girl always so responsive." When you went to grab Chibs' cock, he batted your hand away, "no, not tonight lass. Tonight is all about you." You tilted your head and Juice bit your neck, "not another word about it little girl."
The fingers on your clit made you forget any protest as Chibs kissed down your body, when he reached your core, Juice moved his fingers and slid two inside you so his tongue could take their place. Working in tandem, they brought you to the edge in no time, Juice holding you up as you came so you didn't fall onto Chibs, then you were being shifted to face to the mirror above the dresser, "see, don't you just look amazing." Your hair was stuck to your face and your skin was damp with sweat, "I look like I just got done running a mile."
Chibs tutted, "none of that lass." He came up behind you rubbing his cock through your slit while Juice stroked his as he watched, "watch yourself while I fuck you lass and maybe, if you're good, you can have Juicy Boy too." Your head fell back against his chest as he slid home, the warmth you felt with Juice's eyes on you and Chibs at your back was indescribable.
"That's it lass, you're such a good girl." Chibs' hips moved perfectly, a wonderful mix of slow and forceful that had you gripping onto Juice for dear life, when you closed your eyes, he stopped, "nope, keep your eyes on the mirror or we stop." Your eyes shot back open as you looked at your expression, you body half hidden by Juice's as he pressed himself to your skin. His thumb found your clit as Chibs sped up, "there you go, be good for us and let go." You were powerless to deny them, slumping over in Juice's arms as Chibs chased his own high.
A sigh and the feeling of emptiness told you that he was done as they swapped places, Chibs coming to the font, "I love this view." Juice nodded, his voice full of affection, "yeah, me too." Juice didn't waste any time sliding inside you, pausing as your eyes closed on reflex, "what did we say." You opened your eyes, "sorry, it just felt so good." Juice chuckled, "I bet it did."
You watched yourself as he fucked you, going between the muscles of Chibs' back to your face then Juice's and before too long, the sight had you clenching around Juice's cock, "good girl, taking without even asking, you deserve it." Juice gave one last grunt and followed suit, nibbling on your shoulder as he came down and pulled out.
Juice helped you lay down while Chibs headed to the bathroom to get something to clean you up, returning soon after and wiping you down with a damp cloth. "You good lass?" You nodded sleepily, "I'm good, a nap would be nice." Juice smiled softly, "have something to eat and drink first and then we can sleep for all night." You sat up slowly, "alright, you both good?"
They nodded as Juice's hand drifted over the crow, "never better."
Would You Love Me for the Hell of It? (All Our Fears Would Be Irrelevant)
request: losing your virginity to juice | 2366 words | juice x fem!reader | fluff | smut 18+ | juice's panty kink is referenced bc it's a canonical trait no one talks about
“Under this roof, you'll all be safe,” Clay is standing before the crowd of SAMCRO’s closest friends and family. You didn’t think you still fit into that category, Juice had made it clear it was over between the two of you, but you were grateful to be here regardless. “I want you to make yourself at home. I love all of you.”
Your heart sinks in your chest, a sick feeling swirls in your stomach. You retreat to Juice’s room so you don’t have to deal with the crowd or the crow eaters.
Juice’s room is the same as it was the last time you were here a couple weeks ago, save for a new pile of dirty clothes in the bathroom and a couple dirty glasses on the dresser. You were always cleaning up when Juice got lazy after a long day of club business. You didn’t mind doing it; it was your way of helping Juice, of letting him know you were in.
Not that it made much of a difference in the long run. He still dumped you.
“Hey,” his voice is soft, tentative like he’s trying not to startle you. You spin on your heel to see him lingering in the doorway.
“Hi,” you say, suddenly aware that you probably shouldn’t be in here. You wondered how many girls had been in here since you, how many crow eaters had been in his bed, giving him all the things you weren’t ready to. “I should go.”
You try to push past him but a hand on your arm stops you.
“Stay,” he says, and then. “I’m glad you’re here.”
“At the club or in your room?” You know you shouldn’t ask, you’re not sure you can handle the answer.
“Both,” he gives, an answer you can settle for.
“I gotta say I was surprised when Chibs came to get me,” you tell him, more honestly than you’d intended. “I didn’t think…the lockdown. It’s for friends and family only. I didn’t think I qualified.”
Juice’s brow furrows and he looks at you like you just spoke another language, the kind that was declared dead centuries ago.
“Of course you do,” he says, his grip on your arm tightening a little.
You look down between you where his hand meets your skin. His usually steady hands are shaking, light but noticeable.
‘This is what you meant, right?” You look up at him before clarifying. “When we–” you pause, biting your lip slightly, a nervous habit, “When you broke up with me. You said things could get dangerous. This is what you were talking about.”
He nods then with a broken voice, he tells you, “I promise I’m not gonna let anything happen to you.”
You almost laugh at that, but it turns into a scoff in your throat. “I’m not worried about me. What about you, Juice? Can you promise you’ll be safe?”
His silence says what his words don’t.
Realisation settles in the pit of your stomach and churns, like oil in water. You always thought that Juice was safe, untouchable. The last time he was hurt was in prison, and he’d broken up with you when that happened. The breakup hurt, but not as much as losing him for good would. And you realise now that he isn’t safe, isn’t untouchable. For the first time since you’ve known him, losing him is a possibility.
You tug your arm from his grip only to grab him by the hem of his kutte and pull him in for a searing kiss. He’s stunned at first, clearly taken off guard, but he responds quickly, opening his mouth, tilting his head, licking over your lower lip in a plea for entrance.
His hand cups the back of your head, his other arm snaking around your waist. You hold him close to you and you kiss him like this could be the last time, because it very well could be.
“I love you,” the words slip past your lips and into his wanting mouth before you can stop them. It’s not the first time you’ve wanted to say it, but it’s the first time you have and you immediately want to slap yourself.
But Juice’s arm just tightens around your waist and he groans into the kiss.
“I love you,” he replies, breathless. You can feel him hardening against you and suddenly you want to give him all of you, everything you didn’t think you were ready to offer before.
You break the kiss with a hand on his chest, and his face falls for a second before you grab the fabric of his t-shirt, pull him inside the room and close the door. Your palms press flat against his chest and you slide your hands over the thick, defined muscle and up to his shoulders. Running your hands down his biceps, you slide the kutte off of him and he raises his arms to let you.
You tug at the hem of his shirt to indicate you want it off, and he complies. You take his momentary distraction and remove your own top, letting it fall to the floor. You aren’t wearing a bra, and you feel both exposed and liberated as you stand before him. You’re sure you’re flushing from your cheeks all the way down your chest, but when Juice finally wrestles his top over his head and his eyes find you, the look on his face dispels any nerves you might have.
“Whoa,” he mutters to himself, looking you up and down.
You lick your lips, bite your lip and move to undo the button on your jeans but a strong hand stops you.
“Wait,” his breath is shallow and ragged, like he’s just run a marathon. “We don’t have to. I don’t want to pressure you. I know you haven’t–and I don’t want–I do want, but not-”
“Juice!” You cut him off, biting down a grin, “You’re rambling. I want this. If the world is about to end, I want this night with you. Or at least, the next few hours.”
Juice smiles at you. “As long as you’re here safe, my world will be just fine.”
You want to roll your eyes at the line, but a lump forms in your throat. This could be your last night together and you don’t want to waste any time pretending you don’t love how much he loves you.
All you do is smile at him as you resume your earlier task and remove your pants. Juice’s mouth is open and he’s panting like a dog as he looks you over. You take his hand and lead him to the bed.
He kisses you again as he pushes you down and settles between your legs. You’re more turned on than you’ve ever been as his hands grab at the flesh of your thighs, exploring your smooth skin before settling between your legs. He fingers with the cotton of your underwear, runs two of them up your clothed slip, bites your lip when you moan out and buck into him.
You aren’t a complete virgin, but you’ve never felt like this. All the times you’ve touched yourself in the shower, in your bed late at night, thinking about what it would be like with Juice. You never imagined this. You’re soaking wet by the time he pushes your panties aside and slides a finger into you with little resistance and quickly adds another once you’ve adjusted to the feeling.
You’re mewling and writhing below him, trying to reach between your bodies to touch his hardened length as he pumps his fingers in and out of you. His hips cant up into your palm whenever you manage to make contact. He’s thick and heavy in your hand, a feeling you’re somewhat familiar with but is so much more visceral when you know he’s about to be inside you.
Sweat coates your skin, your hair is already sticking to your forehead and the humidity is doing you no favours, but Juice is looking at you like he’s never seen anything so beautiful. His face is flushed red and you swear, if you look real close, you can see stars dancing in his black-brown eyes.
“Juice,” You breathe, mouth open in a perpetual o, eyes all but rolling into your head.
“Yeah, baby?” He whispers back, curling his fingers, three of them now, into you. You see white as he hits your bundle of nerves and you let out a cry.
“Need you,” You say, squeezing your eyes shut so you don’t finish too soon. “Please, I need you.”
“You wanna cum first?”
You shake your head, hands coming to rest on the back of his neck. “No, cum on your fingers a hundred times. I wanna do it with you inside me tonight.”
“Fuck, you’re so hot,” Juice presses a swift, hot kiss to your lips. “Okay, one sec. Take off your panties for me, baby.”
It takes all you have not to whine at the loss of him, but you do as you’re told and watch as he removes his jeans and boxers. He’s impossibly hard, red and leaking at the tip. He’s thicker than you expected and for a moment you’re afraid it’ll hurt too much, but you know he’ll be gentle. Juice rolls a condom on and you lay back on the bed, heart pounding.
He must notice your anxiety as he settles back on the bed between your legs and peppers kisses to your face and neck.
“You okay? We can stop whenever you want.”
“No, I’m okay,” you tell him, running your hands up his sides. “I want you, Juan Carols.”
That’s all it takes for him to wrap his arms around you, line up with your entrance and slide into your wet heat. He moves slowly, letting you adjust to the size of him, teases your breasts with his mouth and tongue to ease you into it as he pushes in.
Once he’s fully sheathed in you, he stills for a moment. You’re grateful, because he’s thickener than his fingers (or your fingers, or any of your toys, for that matter) and you can feel the stretch like a sharp sting between your legs.
“You can move, Juicey,” You tell him as the pain quickly fades.
He doesn’t need to be told twice. His thrusts are shallow at first, gentle and hesitant so not to hurt you, but as your legs fall wider aside and your moans start to border on wails, he picks up his pace.
He pulls out of you almost all the way only to slam back in to the hilt. You’re sure you’re going to feel this for days, and the thought only brings you closer to release.
His eyes search yours as he rails into you, a silent are you okay? All you can do is nod, your body boneless in his arms. Next time, you think, you’ll be more active. Tonight all you want to do is let him take care of you and feel.
“Oh…my god,” your words are slow and stretched out, like he’s really fucked the brains out of you and you’re digging around for words at the bottom of an empty box. “You’re so…good at this…fuck…”
He grins that shit-eating grin and lands a particularly hard thrust. “You feel so good. Made for me, baby.”
The words push you to the edge, you’re at your tipping point. You need to find release but you don’t think you can just from this, so you slip a hand between your bodies and touch yourself as he slides in and out of you.
“Oh fuck,” he groans out, closing his eyes shut to get himself under control before he opens them again and looks down. His eyes are fixed on you and he watches you rub yourself while he fucks you. That’s all it takes for you to reach your climax.
You remove your hand and cling to him as you buck your hips into him, riding out your orgasm as long as you can. Juice crashes his lips to yours as he finishes and he moans into your mouth, full-body shuddering on top of you before he slumps down.
He wraps his arms around you and rolls you over so you’re lying on top of him. You press a kiss to his chest and let him hold you for a while, lingering in the afterglow for a moment before real life comes back into play.
“When do you have to go?” You ask him, because you can’t stop yourself even though you don’t want to know. You don’t want him to go at all.
He kisses the crown of your head then reaches over for his phone on the bedside table.
“Fuck–Jax called 5 minutes ago.”
He’s gentle as he lifts you off of him, but it doesn’t hurt any less as the fantasy of forever is ripped from you and he rushes to get dressed.
You hope he doesn’t notice the dejected look on your face as you get up and start looking for your shirt. But he’s Juice, and he’s always noticed way too much about you.
“Here,” he says, slowing down to rummage through his dresser. He hands you a large black SAMCRO tee and a pair of white boxers. He kisses you on the cheek and reaches over you to the bed, then holds up your wet panties and shoves them into his front pocket with a wink. “Consider it a good luck charm. You’ll ge them back when I come back.”
When I come back.
You toss on the shirt and pull him down to kiss you again.
“You better come back to me,” You say. “I know you broke up with me, but we aren’t over. You said you love me. We don’t get to be broken up after that.”
Juice shakes his head and smiles against your lips.
“No more breakup,” he kisses you again. “Now I really need to go. Keep the bed warm for me?”
You nod and as you watch him go, you no longer feel like the world is going to end.
when y’all get into bed (and other places) it’s a whole other story
but we will get to that later
he is the kind to hold the door
the type of man who will show he loves you through soft affection
that’s passionate kisses, hand-holding, back-rubs, hair-petting, drawing you a bath; that kinda thing
and he doesn’t care for pda
like, if he wants to kiss you, he will kiss you
in fact, he wants people to know you’re with him
so if he feels another’s eyes on you, he will put on a show for ‘em
juice is also the kind of person who will share everything with you
it’s no secret he has had a rough past
depression, suicidal tendencies, and so on
and he confides in you his background, finds comfort in having a kind soul to trust
but it’s the smaller thing, too
he also shares his fries when you decide you’re not that hungry before ordering, he will let you, actually encourage, you to wear his shirts, and he doesn’t mind a single bit when you put on his cologne only to savour his signature scent when he’s away
then there’s the bedroom deal
and let me tell you, it’s a deal alright
quickies, you do those, but juice likes to take his time to appreciate you, worship your body
it’s usually not your bed--that’s for sleeping; everywhere else, however, is duable
imagine the “breaking in” you will have to do when you move into a house together fuuu
he will praise you:
“ya treat me so well, princess. always so, so good to me, huh?” he will say while relentlessly pounding into your cunt, tears brimming in your eyes, on the verge of cumming around his thick cock
and then right before you come, he will slip out of you, put his fingers between your legs and vigorously rub at your clit
then juice will have you lie down; on the couch, dinner table, kitchen island--it doesn’t matter. and he will drink from your generous, glistening pussy like he had walked the desert for days on end
he will clean you up afterwards, too. carry you to the shower, if that’s what you want, or simply bring you a warm washcloth
Flirting with the Devil pt.II || Juice Ortiz x Reader
click here for part I
summary: Juice has to stay with (Y/N) throughout her shift and surprisingly everything is going okay between the two. Well at least that was the case until both of them realise their feelings for each other and try to come to terms with them. When they return to the clubhouse they have an inevitable conversation (which isn't just limited to talking).
A/N: this turned out pretty long (half of it is literally smut though lmao), especially considering the fact that I initially had no idea where I was going with part 2. I feel like it's kind of all over there place but I hope you enjoy regardless.
(Y/N) put a plate full of warm blueberry pancakes in front of Juice who was sitting at the diner's bar. He thanked her with a warm smile and she smirked, needing a bit more time to adjust to this sort of 'truce' they had just declared between them without even really knowing.
It was a slow day with just a few of the regular costumers showing up, which meant that there was plenty of time left for awkward conversation between Juice and (Y/N).
"You really don't have to stay here all day, I can't believe I'm saying this but I feel kinda bad" she told him, feeling a bit guilty.
"Now that's something I haven't heard you say before."
"Wow ok, so this new friendship thing we tried for a few seconds there is over now, okay cool" she said sarcastically.
"Damn, someone can't take a joke. Also, 'friendship'? I wouldn't go that far babe."
She hated the effect this new side of Juice, she was now discovering, had on her. Cocky and confident, flirty, even a bit attractive. All these witty comments and comebacks they were throwing at each other suddenly seemed like joking between friends or, even worse, flirting.
"Fuck you man" she said while laughing lightly with a cute smile on her face and her eyes squinting. She didn't look at him, her eyes were glued at the bar top, pretending to be cleaning it with an old cloth.
There it was again. This new sensation caused by him. Uncontrollable smiling and a weird feeling in her stomach. Under different circumstances she'd be able to come up with something sassy to say, something to get under his skin, but for now that was all she had.
She noticed two guys entering the diner, so in order to get herself out of the awkward situation, she grabbed two menus and headed over to the table they were now sitting at.
As soon as she left, Juice found himself smiling while looking down.
_____
"Is this guy your bodyguard or something?" Alice, a coworker and good friend of (Y/N)'s, asked her.
"You... could say that... yeah."
"(Y/N)? What's up? What is all this?"
"SAMCRO... they got into some sort of trouble again. Don't ask, I don't even know. He's here just in case anything bad happens."
Alice shook her head and sighed trying to convince herself not to give her friend another life lesson on why these SAMCRO guys were a bad influence on her.
She turned to look towards Juice's direction at the bar, as they were standing in the kitchen. "So you're stuck with him now?"
(Y/N) nodded, not saying anything back.
"Well, at least he's cute."
"You think so?" A weird look on appeared on (Y/N)'s face.
"Obviously. Don't you?"
"Um, I don't know."
"You didn't spend all day flirting with him to tell me you don't think he's cute girl."
"I wasn't flirting with him!" (Y/N) responded a little too quickly.
"Yeah, yeah" Alice said with a smirk on her face as she was about to exit the kitchen.
"What's that supposed to-"
"Can't blame you though. Dude was all up on ya" she said before leaving the room, leaving (Y/N) alone with her thoughts.
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Minutes later Juice was watching (Y/N) pacing up and down the diner since a few more customers had arrived. Her hair was bouncing as she quickened her pace and he remembered how it were falling on her face the night before when they slept together. Her scent was all around him when she happened to walk by him. She would often pull her dress down since her uniform was supposed to be a little too short and Juice, although a bit guilty, couldn't help but look.
He snapped out of his thoughts when he heard her laugh from across the room. He looked over and saw her talking and laughing with the two guys that had came in earlier. She seemed a little too focused on one of them though, as he was on her as well.
He felt a lump in his throat and his face was now a bit angrier than before. He knew what that feeling was and even if he tried not to admit it to himself, he couldn't fight it; Jealousy.
He saw her coming over behind the bar and found the chance to talk to her again:
"Is that guy bothering you?" he asked all serious.
"What guy?" she asked him back since she couldn't remember any annoying dude 'bothering' her.
"Dude over there. Gray shirt." He shook his head to his direction, the angry look still printed on his face.
(Y/N) looked towards where he pointed out. "What? N-"
"Do you want me to beat him up cause-"
"No, Juice, oh my god! He wasn't bothering me." She was caught between adoring the fact that he wanted to protect her and hating him being all up in her business.
"What was taking him so long then, was the menu a little too complicated for him?" He asked, trying to sound sarcastic and not bothered.
She was taken aback by his response but didn't think twice about it. "He comes here regularly... we talk sometimes. I guess you could say that I know him... kind of."
The thought of someone flirting with her bothered him in a way he couldn't explain. He wasn't gonna say anything, he knew he had no right to. The only thing he could do was shut up and suck it up, since admitting his feelings for her was not an option. Couldn't even admit it to himself, let alone to her.
He just nodded and pressed his lips, trying to maintain his poker face. Anger and pushing her away was his only coping mechanism left. A damaging and unhealthy one but in the blur of his thoughts it was the only thing that made sense.
The time until (Y/N) was off work went by pretty fast, even though her and Juice didn't exchange a word.
Once she had changed from her uniform to her regular clothes, she was over where Juice was sitting.
"Let's go" was the only thing she said while shaking her head towards the exit's direction.
The biker just nodded and stood up.
The walk towards his bike was silent.
As well as getting on it.
And putting their helmets on.
She just put her arms around his waist and wished that the atmosphere wasn't as awkward so that she could rest her head on his back.
Back at the clubhouse things were just as chaotic as last night. Too many people and too much noise.
(Y/N) found Tig sitting outside smoking so she sat by him.
"Shit, how did that go?" He asked his friend as soon as he saw her, while Juice was heading towards the clubhouse's door.
"Perfect" she replied sarcastically.
He couldn't help but laugh before taking a drag of the cigarette he was smoking. "Did he give you a hard time?"
"Nah... I had him all under control."
"Oh I'm sure. Poor Juicy, I should ask him if you gave him a hard time."
"Shut up" she blurted out and both of them burst into laughter.
"Seriously what was up with him though? Seemed a little off. Didn't even say hi."
"I don't know" (Y/N) said completely oblivious. "Truth is he was like that by the end of my shift. He's probably a bit tired."
"Yeah..." Tig said deep in thought trying to analyze the situation. "I'd get tired too if I had to be with you for 8 hours" he finally joked.
Thankfully the day was pretty uneventful. No one tried to attack the club, no one was hurt and nothing out of ordinary occurred. (Y/N) spent the day with the club members she was closer to while also trying to keep an eye on Juice.
She was watching him from across the room, beer in hand and an unamused look on his face during any of his conversations with other people. He would go to his room and come out some time later, walking slowly, seeming completely out of place. That's how pretty much most of the day went by. She only had the chance to talk to him when he approached the bar and started looking for yet another drink.
"There's nothing left here. I can go get you something from the kitchen if you want to" she offered since she had obviously noticed his bad mood and lack of energy.
"I'll go get it myself." His response was quick and his tone angrier than it should be.
Before she was able to say something he had already left. A moment later she saw him leaving the kitchen and heading back to his dorm again.
"Ok for real, what's up with him? He was just fine in the mornin" Chibs asked her since he had witnessed their interaction.
"I... don't know. He was okay in the morning, when he was at work with me."
"Well I'd be surprised if he wasn't. He was basically one step away from begging you to give you a ride to work" he smirked.
"Wait what? You didn't tell me that" Tig joined in.
"That's because it's not true" she rolled her eyes.
"Mmhm, yeah" Chibs said sarcastically so Tig just had to continue on the joke: "Shit, what happened last night doll? Are you hiding something from us?"
"What? Ew-"
"He's probably just sad that your lovely date at work ended."
"Your friend seems depressed all of a sudden and the only thing you care about is pissing me off" she said with a raised eyebrow.
"Well you're not exactly helping us figure out the situation here. Tell us what went down at work."
"I told you already, everything was fine. He wanted to take me to work so that I wouldn't be in danger... which I really appreciated so I guess I just had to be nice to him then and surprisingly he was nice back and things were just... okay. We were actually talking the whole time there. Like actual... acquaintances."
"Shit." "Wow." The two men joked and then (Y/N) continued:
"Yeah I don't remember anything in particular I guess. Well, he did seem a bit off when..."
When he saw me and that guy flirting with each other, she thought.
It would've never crossed her mind that he could actually be jealous so she hadn't even given the incident a second thought.
Juice? Jealous? Because he saw me flirting with someone?
This sounded impossible to her but on the other hand so did the thought of him showing that he cared for her, which was definitely proved wrong that day.
She caught herself smirking lost in her thoughts. Suddenly she couldn't wait for the nighttime to come so that she'd have an excuse to see him again in their shared room.
Meanwhile Tig and Chibs were still waiting for her to finish her sentence. "Yeah...?"
"Nothing. It was nothing really. He's probably just tired. We're- we're just overthinking this."
She was definitely neither ready or willing to hear her friends' stupid comments about her and Juice again so she didn't mention anything further to them.
A few moments later, after an internal monologue about whether she was starting to catch feelings for the biker or not, as well as an (also internal) prep talk about having to meet him in their shared room, she finally took the decision to go see him again, or as she called it 'go to bed'.
She said goodnight to Tig, Chibs and Jax, who had now also joined them, and headed towards Juice's dorm. She didn't know if she was supposed to wish whether he was asleep or not.
Well, he wasn't.
"Hey" she said softly as she saw him sitting on his desk, typing on his laptop.
He replied with the same word, only his tone was far from soft.
She was trying to find her PJs in her bag when she heard him closing his laptop and standing up. She turned around and saw him with the device held between his right hand and his body.
"Where are you going?" she asked him confused.
"Didn't you come here to sleep? I can't work with the lights turned off you know." His tone made her feel more heartbroken than she'd like to admit.
"I'm... not sleeping yet, you don't have to leave. And I also wanted to check on you."
"Yeah, okay" he mumbled as he was approaching the door in order to leave.
"I just wanted to check on you cause you've been acting all weird, you don't have to be an asshole about it." If he wanted to be mean she knew how to do that as well.
"I'm sorry, did I hurt your feelings?" he asked sarcastically, trying to annoy her even more, since the war that was going on in his head wouldn't let him think clearly.
You did actually, was what she wanted to yell at his face.
"Fuck you Ortiz. You've been acting weird all day, avoiding everyone and when I, amongst all your so called friends, come to check on you, you're being a complete jerk."
He sighed and proceeded to leave his laptop on the desk once again. "No one asked you to do so, love" he said calmly which infuriated her even more.
"Yeah I know, I was just trying to be decent. Show that I care."
He scoffed. "But you don't. That's the point. Can we just go back to openly hating reach other again? I'm getting a bit tired. You don't care. I don't either. I don't give a shit."
The angry words that were thrown back and forth were getting the worst out of them. Meanwhile (Y/N) was trying to find something to totally push him off the edge. And she found just the right thing say.
"Oh don't you?" she asked rhetorically, her voice all quiet and seductive all of a sudden. "You don't give a shit about me Juicy, do you?" She was moving closer to him. "You only care when other guys flirt with me. And get really pissed off... and depressed. For an entire day." She was looking at him with captivating big eyes while pouting and he just angrily breathed out of his nose while pressing his lips. "Oh I'm sorry, did I hurt your feelings?" she asked with both eyebrows raised before pressing her pointer finger on his muscular chest.
Her words alone were enough for him to start fuming but her touch drove him off the edge.
He grabbed her hand by her wrist and got it away from his chest, holding I down. "Don't fucking-"
"Don't what?" she interrupted him while moving her face closer to his, her sexy tone replaced with anger yet again. "Don't fucking what? What are you gonna do Juice?"
That was the turning point for him. That was when emotion overcame reason. Without even thinking, he had already pressed his lips on hers with immense force and determination while his left hand was still holding her right wrist tightly.
His frustration was so intense that at first he hadn't even realised she was kissing him back. That was the permission he needed before he started touching her. His left hand was on the side of her face now while the right one was gripping her ass tightly over her jeans. They were still kissing when she found herself pressed against his desk after he led her there.
"Turn around" he said out of breath, his forehead resting on hers.
The lust in his eyes and his dominance turned her on even more so she had to obey.
The second she had turned around he was already unbuttoning her jeans and taking them off. The sight of her ass with just lingerie on made him unconsciously bite his lip before pushing her further to bend over the desk and then lightly spank her. A small moan escaped her lips before she heard him unbuckling his belt and jeans. She then heard some quick digging around the desk's drawers and some cursing before Juice had finally found a condom and put it on.
The next thing she felt was a warm hand grabbing her panties and putting them to the side and only seconds later his tip at her entrance. He teased her a bit and then, with a strong thrust that made her gasp, he was inside her. He continued with strong thrusts yet a slow pace while his free hand was gripping the front of her thigh tightly. They were both trying to contain their moans so that the wouldn't show the other how much they were enjoying this, even though they were failing miserably.
As the biker was picking up the pace and his frustration was growing stronger, with a quick motion of both his hands, he tore (Y/N)'s lacy thong and then proceeded to put his left hand on her back, pressing her on the desk.
(Y/N) attempted to put her hand between her legs to provide herself some extra pleasure but Juice was quick to stop her. He grabbed her arm and then pinned it on the desk.
"Motherfu-" she tried to speak but the high-pitched moan that escaped her mouth interrupted her.
Needier than ever now, she was moving her body towards his, since the pace wasn't fast enough to satisfy her, each whimper sounding more intense.
"You like it when I fuck you, you little slut, don't you?" he whispered in her ear before slapping her ass again and letting his fingers grab her skin right after.
Just the sound of his raspy voice in her ear was enough to send shivers all over her spine and make her feel all types of fireworks and butterflies in her stomach. She never thought he'd be the guy that's good with dirty talk, and honestly neither did he, but everything occurred so naturally which made the situation even hotter.
"Faster Juice" she cried out.
As much as he tried not to show the growing pleasure he was experiencing, he gave up when his breathing pattern started getting heavier and heavier and his head was thrown back with his eyes closed. That's when he couldn't bare his own teasing anymore and decided to pick up the pace before his groans started filling the room.
As he was getting closer, his hands desperately grabbed her hips which helped him pound on her even harder. Moaning and bodies slamming onto each other were the only sounds they could focus on. She was feeling that she was close while the side of her face was resting on the desk and her legs were starting to shake as her knees suddenly felt weaker.
"Fuck... fuck. Juice, oh my god" she cried out yet again.
He loved seeing her like that, desperate under his touch, a whimpering needy mess. Especially since he knew how much of a powerful and strong individual she was at any other given moment.
Moaning echoed all over the room, not caring once about whether they could be heard or not.
He slowed down again after a while like the tease he was, to stop fucking her and turn her around. Both of them were out of breath, their faces inches away.
"Bed, now" was all he was able to say between deep breaths.
She bit her lower lip, getting extremely turned on by his dominance. Happy to obey, she started slowly walking towards the bed after running her pointer finger across his cheek seductively. He yanked his shirt off and stepped out of his jeans and boxers, since they were only hanging on his thighs. When he stepped out of them, he noticed the red marks on her ass caused by him, as she was walking away.
She found her laying on his bed with her shirt still on.
"Aren't you gonna take it off?" he asked with a smirk.
"I thought you were in charge today."
Her response made him chuckle after smirking at her.
He helped her take her shirt off and proceeded to remove her black bra.
The lust in her eyes seemed to invite him to leave kisses all over her upper body and so he did.
Starting with her neck, then her collar bones and ending up on her breasts, he was kissing her body hungrily, biting her lightly and leaving marks along his way. She was surprised at the way his tongue worked its way along her body, wondering why didn't she ever think that the tension they always had would actually be so good in bed.
With a quick motion after putting his arms behind her knees, he moved her lower on the bed, closer to his crotch. The next thing she knew was that her growing pleasure was coming back. Her legs were on the side of his hips as he was running his hand down her thigh and already thrusting into her while feeling her nails dig on his muscular back.
"You're so fucking wet babe" he groaned.
Out of all the things he whispered in her ear that night, it felt kinda bizarre to her that the word 'babe' would be on the top of her list.
Both of them knew they wouldn't last much longer since their desk 'session' had worn them out. Nevertheless he tried to resist for as long as he could but when he felt her walls pulsating around him he quickly pulled out, yanked the condom off and came on her chest which was accompanied by a sound she found adorable, yet she knew it was gonna be a new addition to the list of things to make fun of him from now on.
He was over her with his fists on either of her sides, trying to breathe properly again.
"I'll go get a towel" he breathed out.
He took care of the condom and returned with a towel on his hand. After he wiped her chest clean, he was about to leave soft kisses right where the towel used to be seconds ago but started having second thoughts. He wasn't sure whether she'd be okay with that. He wasn't sure what had just happened exactly was to her and if such intimacy would be acceptable.
He wasn't even sure what had happened was exactly to him either. He just turned off the light on his bedside table and rubbed his face after laying next to her. When they were both covered with a thin sheet he turned his face to look at her while she was looking at the ceiling.
"What was that, exactly?" he asked hoping that she wouldn't turn to look at him, but when she did he felt that weird sensation in his stomach once again.
"You releasing your frustration after seeing me flirt with some guy, I thought I was pretty clear" she said sarcastically trying to get a reaction out of him yet again.
"You were better than my right hand, that I have to admit, but you're back to being an annoying brat the second after you cum so I don't even think it's worth it" he replied unbothered.
"What makes you think I came?"
He looked over at her yet again giving her a look with a raised eyebrow, which was enough to remind her how much of a mess she was only a couple of minutes ago. They both bursted out laughing, leaving their sassy personas and pretending that they dislike each other behind.
No one was prepared for the silence that followed.
"It can be whatever you want it to be" she finally replied to the question she had avoided earlier while turning on her side getting closer to him.
"What do you want?" he asked her softly with his glistening eyes looking straight into hers.
"Look, I don't need a fuck buddy or anything, and what I also don't need is for this to be awkward and perplex things even more so if we're not on the same page here we can just forget it happened, move on with our lives and-" she was interrupted by his lips that were now on hers, kissing them softly yet passionately.
"You talk a lot, you know" he muttered after he broke the kiss, his fingers grabbing her chin softly.
She nodded twice while looking into his eyes like a lost puppy, not being exactly sure what she had just agreed to by nodding since she was still stunned by the kiss.
