#juan carlos ortiz smut

[spaghettificationandpretzels]

Okay, one more ask before bed.... Juice, Smut, "Tell me you're mine."

You are doing wonders for my self-esteem as a writer!!

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Sinful Skin

Contains: Smut, possessive Juice.

359 words

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A short skirt at a bike show makes Juice extra possessive

There was something about the way the red silk shirt swished in the light wind that was driving Juice wild, it ended just after your ass and Juice was catching glimpses of your upper thighs with each wave of the breeze.

Jax tapped Juice on the shoulder and pointed to the hang around whose eyes were locked on your legs, Juice came over with a beer in hand and wrapped his arms around your shoulder, "what are you talking about gorgeous?"

You smiled, "T-M, Mr Tibbs here is looking for a job so I figured I'd talk up the best joint in town."

Juice looked the man up and down, "yeah, I'm sure Jax will appreciate that. You want a drink?"

You shook your head, "no thanks, is something wrong?"

Juice's eyes were hard as they met the hand around who was watching you from the other side of the compound, "everything's all good, come to the dorm with me, it's getting a bit chilli for what you're wearing." You went to protest but Juice was already pulling you away, as you entered the dorm, Juice closed the door, with force too.

"You don't think I know what you're doing?"

You did your best to seem innocent, "I don't know what you're talking about."

Juice pressed you up against the door and leaned in, his warm lips brushing your neck. "You come to the party in this red number and make nice with everything with a cock just to get my attention."

You pressed your lips together, "you must be mistaken, I'm wearing this because I know it's your favourite."

Juice smirked, "yeah it is, and if you ever want to wear it again, you should take it off before I rip it off."

You shoved the skirt down your legs and stood there smiling, "anything else?"

Juice nodded, "tell me you're mine."

You shook your head, "make me."

Juice's smirk widened, "careful now."

You bit your lip, "what are you going to do, spank me?"

Juice nipped your neck, "no, but I'm going to fuck you so hard that all those assholes out there will know you're mine."

Fin

More Juice, I love it!

@sadandgeek

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[vulgar-display-of-escapism]

But hear me out:

Season 1/2 Juice

Creeper Boy

and You

on a roadtrip

But

There was only one bed.

#Juice Soa #Juan Carlos Ortiz #Juice Ortiz #Creeper Vargas #smut prompt #Who do I gotta bribe to write this #my my I've never been a Juice kinda girl but

[rewritethisstxry]

Hello and welcome to my mixed mosh little corner of tumblr. Here I write for a variety of fandoms and characters. Primarily will be featuring drabbles with the occasional longer piece. Headcanons will feature from time to time.

At the time I do NOT consent for my work to be translated or posted anywhere else.

Below you will find some more information on who and what I write.

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Characters || Rules || Masterlist || Slasher/horror writing blog : @slxsherwriter

What I will write:

Angst

Fluff

Smut

Platonic relationships

Alpha/Omega dynamics

What I won’t write:

Snuff

Rape, rape play, non con

Underage

Inc*st

Real person fic

Marvel: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Alexei Shostakov, Peter Parker, Victor Creed, Deacon Frost, Peter Quinn, Frank Castle, Matt Murdock, Foggy Nelson, Bruce Banner, Brock Rumlow, Nathan Summers, Eddie Brock, Cletus Kasady, Otto Octavius

DC Universe: Bruce Wayne, Harvey Bullock, Jim Gordon, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Jonathan Crane, Clark Kent, Arthur Curry

Stranger Things: James Hopper, Steve Harrington, Jonathan Byers

Stargate Atlantis: Rodney McKay, John Sheppard, Ronan Dex, Carson Beckett

Sons of Anarchy: Jackson “Jax” Teller, Harry “Opie” Winston, Filip “Chibs” Telford, Juan Carlos “Juice” Ortiz, Lincoln Potter, Galen O'Shay

The Walking Dead: Rick Grimes, Shane Walsh, Negan Smith

What We Do in the Shadows: Nandor the Relentless, Guillermo de la Cruz, Laszlo Cravensworth

Resident Evil: Karl Heisenberg, Albert Wesker, Chris Redfield

Ted Lasso: Ted Lasso, Coach Beard, Jamie Tartt, Roy Kent

Good Omens: Gabriel, Aziraphale, Crowley

Video Games: Connor RK800, CaptainJonathan Price, Simon Ghost Riley, Sniper

Movies: Finn Brody (Godzilla), Raleigh Becket (Pacific Rim), Terry Malone (Black and Blue), Abe Guevara (Point Blank), Bobby O’Neill (The Hitman’s Wife’s Bodyguard), Guy Clifton (The Crash), Roy Pulver (Boss Level), Sloan (Into the Ashes) Braxton Wolff (The Accountant), Ethan Sawyer (Those Who Wish Me Dead), Bradley James (Grudge Match), Sam Rossi (Sweet Virginia), Mr. McCarthy (Me, Earl, and the Dying Girl), Grady Travis (Fury), Griff (Baby Driver), Adam Frawley (The Town), Buddy (Baby Driver), Clyde Brenek (The Posession), Patrick Sullivan (The Accidental Husband), Harvey Russell (Rampage), Jude Fisher (Peace, Love, and Misunderstanding), Luke Vaughn (Heist), Franklin Clay (The Losers), Max (The Resident), Nicomund the Red/Santa Claus (Violent Night), Doug Dennison (Sleepless), Frank Masters (The Equalizer), Hellboy (2019), Alex Baldr (Max Payne), Matt Graver (Sicario), Douglas Hunsiker (The Rise of the Planet of the Apes), Steve Emmett (Boa vs Python), Joe Braven (Braven), Lee Christmas (The Expendables), Deckard Shaw (Fast & Furious)

Musicals: Jack Kelly (Newsies), Dewey Finn (School of Rock), Hades (Hadestown)

Tv shows: Ike Evans (Magic City), Jason Crouse (The Good Wife), John Winchester (Supernatural), Mason Baldwin (Elementary), Colton Fisk (The Equalizer), Kevin Tidwell (Life), Declan Murphy (Law & Order: SVU), Eugene McGillicutty (Royal Pains), Chuck Martin (ER), Dickie Flood (Th Practice), Malcolm Bright (Prodigal Son)

Tolkien: Boromir, Faramir, Eomer

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[love-fictional-ppl]

Sons of Anarchy Masterlist

*=smut, !=angst, #=fluff, (16+)= not exactly smut but not appropriate for under 16

[Jax Teller]

[Alexander “Tig” Trager]

[Blurbs]

!#Tig and his ol’ lady(16+)

#Tig who’s obsessed with his ol’ lady(16+)

[Happy Lowman]

[Harry “Opie” Winston]

[Filip “Chibs” Telford]

[Kip “Half-Sack” Epps]

[Juan Carlos “Juice” Ortiz]

[Herman Kozik]

[Tara Knowles]

[Gemma Teller]

[Wendy Case]

#sons of anarchy #S.O.A #jax teller #jax teller x reader #tara knowles #chibs sons of anarchy #chibs telford #chibs x reader #tig trager x reader #tig trager #juice ortiz #gemma teller #half sack Epps #Wendy case

[fandomxfictionxstories]

~ Fandoms I Will Write For ~

Sons Of Anarchy

Alexander “Tig” Trager

Philip “Chibs” Telford

Juan Carlos “Juice” Ortiz

Jackson “Jax” Teller

Harry “Opie” Winston

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

John Winchester

Game Of Thrones

Petyr “Littlefinger” Baelish

Sandor “The Hound” Clegane

Jorah Mormont

Jaimie Lannister

Jon Snow

House Of The Dragon

Daemon Targaryen

Aemond Targaryen

Harwin Strong

Scream Franchise

Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

Mickey Altieri

Roman Bridgers

Charlie Walker

Chad Meeks-Martin

Ethan Landry

Stranger Things

Jim Hopper

Steve Harrington

Billy Hargrove

Eddie Munson

Harry Potter Universe

Remus Lupin

Sirius Black

Fred Weasley(18+)

George Weasley(18+)

The Vampire Diaries Universe

Niklaus Michaelson

Kol Michaelson

Elijah Michaelson

Kai Parker

It Chapter 1

Patrick Hockstetter

Evil Dead

Ash Williams

The Walking Dead

Rick Grimes

Daryl Dixon

Negan Smith

Simon

All Characters Must Be 18+!!!

I can take requests from the fandoms above of characters not listed all you have to do is ask!

Will do smut and angst, sometimes a little bit of fluff ;)

#sons of anarchy x reader #the walking dead x reader #supernatural x reader #game of thrones x reader #house of the dragon x reader #scream franchise x reader #stranger things x reader #Harry Potter x reader #the vampire diaries x reader #Patrick Hockstetter x reader #ash Williams x reader #fandom #requests

[fandomxrequestsxreaderxblog]

~ Fandoms I Will Write For ~

The Walking Dead

Rick Grimes

Daryl Dixon 

Negan Smith 

Simon 

Sons Of Anarchy 

Alexander “Tig” Trager 

Philip “Chibs” Telford

Juan Carlos “Juice” Ortiz

Jackson “Jax” Teller

Harry “Opie” Winston 

Supernatural 

Dean Winchester 

Sam Winchester 

John Winchester 

Game Of Thrones 

Petyr “Littlefinger” Baelish

Sandor “The Hound” Clegane 

Jorah Mormont 

Jaime Lannister 

Jon Snow

House Of The Dragon 

Daemon Targaryen 

Aemond Targaryen 

Scream Franchise 

Billy Loomis 

Stu Macher

Mickey Altieri 

Roman Bridgers 

Charlie Walker 

Chad Meeks-Martin

Ethan Landry 

Stranger Things 

Jim Hopper

Steve Harrington 

Billy Hargrove 

Eddie Munson 

Harry Potter Universe 

Remus Lupin 

Sirius Black

Fred Weasley(18+)

George Weasley(18+) 

The Vampire Diaries Universe 

Niklaus Michaelson

Kol Michaelson

Elijah Michaelson

Kai Parker

It Chapter 1

Patrick Hockstetter

Evil Dead 

Ash Williams 

ALL CHARACTERS MUST BE 18+!!!!!

I can take requests from the fandoms above of characters not listed all you have to do is ask! 

Will do smut and angst, sometimes a little bit of fluff ;)

#the walking dead x reader #sons of anarchy x reader #supernatural x reader #game of thrones x reader #house of the dragon x reade #scream franchise x reader #the vampire diaries x reader #harry potter x reader #stranger things x reader #patrick hoxkstetter x reader #ash williams x reader #fandom x reader

[ortizobsessed]

No Matter What

This one was requested by @aimkatsz. It’s longer than any other fic I’ve written before, but I’m pretty confident it’s also one of my favourites. To anyone who takes the time to read the entire thing, thank you.

Reader x Juice where you and Juice are very close friends, and he comes to you distraught and in need of comfort. (This is intended to take place in the midst of the Season 4 craziness)

Note: I am in no way trying to say that sex is the magic cure to all mental health issues (and I tried to make that clear in my writing) but I truly believe that a moment of intimacy shared between two people at the right time can be beautiful and very powerful.

Warnings: Mention of a suicide attempt, a few swears, and smut.

Word Count: 3267

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Things between you and Juice were complicated, in your eyes at least. What started out as a casual friendship, talking for a few minutes here and there when you crossed paths at the clubhouse, soon blossomed into what you knew would be a life-long bond. Although unsure of what exactly that entailed, you knew you needed Juice in your life no matter what, just as much as he needed you.

The feelings you had for him started out small, when you began noticing all the little things he would do. Like the way he hugged you a little bit longer than the rest of the guys did. Or the way he smiled at you from across the room. Or the way he laughed at your jokes, even when you knew they weren’t all that funny.

It was late one night, and your phone rang. “Hey Juicy!” You became painfully aware of just how fast you always seemed to answer your phone when you saw his name popped up.

“Hey Y/N!” Hearing him say your name made your stomach flutter; that was new. “What are you up to tonight?”

“I don’t have much planned actually, so I’ve got some free time.” With this new self-awareness, you found yourself trying hard to play it cool.

“Great, well I was thinking of having a games night, maybe watch a movie or something. Would you be interested?” You knew any time Juice held a games night, everyone was there. You were more than happy that you were part of the core group of people he always invited, but something in the back of your mind wanted it to be just the two of you. Apparently Juice had the same idea, because when you asked who all was going to be there, his response was, “Well...that’s the thing. I was hoping you would be okay with it just being the two of us this time? The guys get a little rowdy sometimes,” he teased.

You laughed right along with him, “Really? I hadn’t noticed!” Breathing in deep, you attempted to calm your nerves before continuing with, “But yeah- yeah that would be fine with me! Maybe now we’ll finally be able to figure out who the real Mario Kart champ is!”

“Oh, you are so on!” The excitement in his voice was obvious, and you couldn’t help but smile.

Countless times that night you found yourself staring at him just a little too long.

One final lap was left on Rainbow Road, you and Juice were neck in neck, one tiny slip up away from being the loser. That’s when it happened, a lone banana peel laying right in the middle of the track, and Juice ran right into it. You made the final push over the finish line and threw your arms in the air.

“YES!” you yelled, pure adrenaline pumping through your veins.

Juice dropped his head and shook it side to side, before looking up at you, a huge smile on his face. “Okay- okay! You won, fair and square!”

Taking a deep breath and looking him in the eyes, you humbly thanked him. “Well, you made me work for it, that’s for sure!”

Then all of a sudden it hit you, like crashing into a brick wall at 100 miles an hour. You could see a future. In a flash you saw Juice teaching your kids how to play the game, one of them sitting on his lap, his hands over top of their tiny fingers, helping them move the controls.

From that day on, things were a little fuzzy around him. You couldn’t help but replay that night over and over and over again. But nothing seemed to come of it. You’d convinced yourself that it was all in your head. Besides, was the amazing friendship you had worth risking just to find out if he felt the same?

Fast forward 8 months.

Juice had been very distant lately, and it was getting more and more difficult to ignore as the days passed. The happy, playful person you had come to know and love over the past few years was slowly fading. You’d attempted to get him to talk about whatever was bothering him a few times, but he just kept telling you he was “fine”, it was just some “club shit”.

It was a Thursday night, and as you sat at home mindlessly flipping through the channels on your TV, all you could think about was Juice. You debated calling Chibs a couple times to ask if he’d noticed anything weird about him lately, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. If it was all in your head, you would be worrying the club for nothing. But you couldn’t just sit around and do nothing. You decided that if you didn’t hear from Juice by the weekend, you were going to call someone and figure out what the hell was going on.

A few minutes later, you heard a soft knock on the door. You turned the TV off and set the remote down on your coffee table. Looking through the peephole in your front door, you saw that it was Juice.

Before you knew it, you had the lock flipped, the door open, and you were standing face to face. It didn’t take long to realize that he had been crying; his eyes were puffy, and his breathing was heavy.

“Juice! What’s wrong?” You wasted no time, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders and pulling him close. The lack of response from him frightened you. As you released him from the hug, you slid your hands down his arms until you were holding his hands in yours. Giving them a light squeeze, you motioned with your head for him to come inside.

Once inside, you flipped the lock on the door and turned to face him again. He pushed the hood of his sweater off his head, and that’s when you noticed it. Large patches of bright red and purple all around his neck.

“Oh shit- Juan-”

Tears started to build in your eyes, and it wasn’t long before they were rolling down your cheeks.

“What happened?! Who did this to you?!”

You could see it in his eyes; no one did this to him.

“This- this wasn’t an accident...was it?”

He still hadn’t spoken a word, he just shook his head.

Almost like a switch had been flipped, he went from standing completely still, unable to speak, to pacing back and forth in your living room, mumbling to himself.

All you could do was stand there, trying to wrap your mind around this new information. “Juice tried killing himself. What happened? When? WHY? What the FUCK.” Taking a deep breath, it took everything in you to calm yourself down. You needed to be strong for him. This wasn’t the time for you to lose your cool. He was suffering, and he’d come to you for help.

Taking a couple slow steps towards him, you reached out your hand. He was still pacing back and forth, but this time as he passed in front of you, your fingers brushed against his arm lightly, and he stopped. It was clear he was starving for human connection. Without looking at you, he reached his shaky hand back and grabbed a hold of yours. You two stood there for a couple minutes in silence, just holding each other’s hand, until you noticed his breathing slowly return to normal.

All he needed was to be close to someone, know that someone cared. You knew he’d been alone for the majority of his life. The few things he’d told you about his childhood, why he moved to Charming, broke your heart, but in the silence they were all you could think about.

He finally spoke, his voice soft, “I always fuck everything up.”

“No, Juan, you don’t-”

He cut you off, “Turns out I can’t even do this right-” Laughing softly, he pointed to his neck.

You didn’t know how to respond. Closing your eyes, a single tear escaped and rolled down your cheek. When you opened your eyes again, he was standing in front of you, staring into your eyes. “I’m really sorry, Y/N. It must not be easy to care for someone as broken as I am. I’m sorry I’m putting this all on you.”

You shook your head, and brought one of your hands up to the side of his face. “You never have to apologize to me. I’m here, Juan, I promise. No matter what. Just tell me what happened,” you pleaded.

He explained it all. Everything from Roosevelt and the info about his father, up to what happened with Miles. Your heart broke for him.

“There’s nothing I can do. I don’t know how to get out of this. I just want it all to stop.”

You needed to do something, anything to get his mind off of the seemingly never ending pile of shit that kept coming his way. “Okay, then tell me if there’s something I can do. Anything- anything to make this hurt you’re feeling stop.”

Breathing deep, he took his time answering, as if going through a mental list of all the things he needed to make himself feel whole again.

“I need to know that someone needs me.”

His words broke your heart all over again.

“I need to know that YOU need me, Y/N.”

Your shoulders slumped as all your feelings for him, the ones you’d been pushing down for so long, began to surface.

“Make love to me.”

That was a really big first step. Although you would be lying if you said you’d never thought about it before, you didn’t want to take advantage of someone in such a vulnerable state. “Juan- I- I don’t know if that’s such a good idea-”

“No- please- please don’t turn me away ‘for my own good’. I need you, Y/N, I always have. I hate that it took hitting rock bottom for me to finally do something about it.”

You sighed deep, and tears threatened to escape once more. You could hear it in his voice, the desperate plea of someone searching to belong. This would be so much more than just two people fucking. He needed to be close to someone, intimate with someone he loved, who loved him back. And though you knew this wouldn’t be the cure for all his problems, you hoped it would at least give him some sense of comfort.

Feeling your body give in to what it had been craving for so long, you stood on your tip-toes and kissed him gently. You lingered for a few seconds, before squeezing his hand that was still in yours, and leading him to your bedroom.

Once at the foot of the bed, you motioned for him to sit down, and he did. Walking over to your nightstand, you pulled a condom out of the top drawer, and made your way back. Standing in front of him, you placed the condom on the bed beside him.

Leaning forward slightly, you kissed him again, whispering against his lips, “Are you sure this is what you want?”

When you pulled back, you noticed a couple tears escape from his eyes. As you wiped them away with your thumbs, he nodded. “This is all I’ve ever wanted. I need this. I need you.”

Giving him a soft smile, you leaned forward and kissed the top of his head. Trailing kisses down the side of his face and down his neck, being extremely careful not to put too much pressure on the fresh bruises.

Sliding your hands over his shoulders, you found the zipper on his sweater and pulled it down, pushing the sweater down his arms and off his body. He wasn’t wearing a shirt under the sweater, so you picked up your trail of kisses right where you’d left off. Kissing the side of his neck tenderly once more, you continued down the front of his chest until you were on your knees in front of him. Kissing his bulge through his pants, you could tell he was already aroused.

You looked him in the eyes, hoping he would see the love you had for him. Undoing his belt buckle and pulling down the zipper on his pants, you reached over and grabbed the condom wrapper. As you tore it open, he shuffled himself back, pulling his boxers and pants off in one smooth motion. Once his pants were out of the way, he rested one of his hands on your head as you rolled the condom down his length, and placed a soft kiss on his tip.

Standing up once again, you reached for the hem of your shirt, but felt Juice’s hands on yours. He joined you in standing up, as he grabbed a hold of the bottom of your shirt and pulled it over your head for you. As he reached around your back to undo your bra, you took advantage of the close proximity of your bodies, wrapping your arms around him and running your hands against the soft skin on his back. You trailed more kisses across his chest from one shoulder to the other, before he slid your bra down your arms and tossed it to the side.

Neither of you had spoken a word yet, your actions were saying all that needed to be said.

Looking into each other’s eyes, you smiled softly at him as you undid the zipper on your jeans, slid them off your body, and kicked them aside. Placing your palms gently against his chest, his arms around your shoulders, you kissed him passionately. You were completely breathless when you pulled away, feeling the warmth of his skin pressed against yours.

Placing his hands on your shoulders, he turned you around so your back was to the bed, and encouraged you to sit down. Sliding yourself back to the middle of the bed, Juice followed closely on his knees, until you were lying on your back and he was hovering above you.

Sliding your legs apart, he nuzzled his body between your legs, and placed both of his hands on either side of your face. As his kind brown eyes stared into yours, every emotion you’d ever felt for him came flooding in. You wanted nothing more than to show him just how much you cared for him; you loved him.

Your arms were wrapped loosely under his arms and around his back, pulling him down on top of you. The weight of his body on yours was comforting, and you felt all your anxieties disappear. You could only hope the same was happening for him.

Running his fingers through your hair, he kissed you tenderly and asked, “Is this okay?”

You nodded, “Yes Juan, this is perfect.”

A soft smile found a home on his face; it was both beautiful, and heartbreaking.

Reaching one of your hands down between your bodies, you grabbed his length and lined him up with your core. Moving your hips in a circular motion, you heard Juice moan quietly into your ear as he slowly pushed himself inside you.

You both laid still for a moment, just wanting to feel each other.

Still lying flush with your body, Juice started moving his hips, back and forth, back and forth. His pace was slow and passionate, and you could feel every inch of him leave your body, only to enter you again moments later.

You only switched positions once. He had pulled himself out of you slowly, rolled off you, and encouraged you to roll onto your side. Lifting one leg slightly, you felt his chest against your back as he slid himself into you from behind. His length was hitting all the right spots in this new position, every thrust pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

His cheek was resting against the back of your head, and you reached your hand back, caressing his cheek. With his hot breath on your neck, his arm reaching around your body to play with your breasts, it didn’t take long for you to reach your tipping point. Moaning his name, your body began to shake, and you felt him pull you close.

He began moving in and out of you again, and moments later you could hear his breathing hitch. His hips stilled, and his legs shook. His length still inside you, he emptied himself inside the condom, sighing heavily against your shoulder.

“I love you, Juan.” The words fell out of your mouth so naturally, it even caught you by surprise.

Unable to answer you, he simply pulled his length out of you, causing you to groan at the emptiness. You turned over to find that he had rolled onto his side, facing away from you. The person lying next to you was broken, and you knew it. Shuffling yourself towards him, it was your turn to hold him. You wrapped your arms around him, and placed a loving kiss between his shoulder blades.

Crying after sex; such a taboo subject, and something generally viewed negatively. There he was, mere seconds after cumming inside you, visibly shaking as tears streamed down his face, but judgement was the farthest thing from your mind. 

“I love you so much, Juan. More than you ever thought possible.” You hoped that repeating it might help him realize that you weren’t simply caught up in the moment when you said it earlier. “I just never knew how to tell you. I didn’t want to lose what we had. I love you too much for that to happen. I was afraid.”

He took a couple more shaky breaths, before rolling over in your arms to face you. Moving your hand to the side of his face, you wiped away the remnants of tears that lingered on his cheeks. As he leaned close, he kissed your lips, and whispered against them, “I love you too, Y/N. Thank you.”

Caressing the side of his face, your foreheads pressed together, you felt like there was still so much to be said. ”Juan- I’m going to say something, and I just want you to listen, okay? Really hear what I’m about to say, alright?” You pulled your face away from his so you could look him in the eyes, “Please?”

He nodded slowly, a single tear escaping from the corner of his eye.

“Okay,” you said gently, “This thing that you’re so worried about-” you hesitated, wanting to be gentle, but also wanting to get the point across, “your father-”

His body reacted physically to your words; his eyes shut, his chest tightened, and his brows furrowed. You gave him a few seconds to breathe before you continued. “I think you need to tell the club. Look at what this has already done to you. This can’t continue. I can’t watch you live like this anymore-” a lump in your throat stopped your speaking. Swallowing hard, you continued as calmly as you could, “I can’t lose you, Juan. I just can’t.”

He opened his eyes at this point, and wrapped his arms around you.

“And no matter what happens, you will always have me. I’m not going anywhere.” Your voice broke again, but your words were sincere.

He nodded, and with that, you knew he understood what needed to be done. He knew he couldn’t go on living like this, either, and knowing he had you by his side gave him the confidence he needed to face his demons.

#no matter what #juice imagine #juice smut #juice ortiz imagine #juice ortiz smut #juan carlos ortiz imagine #juan carlos ortiz smut #sons of anarchy imagine #sons of anarchy smut #soa imagine #soa smut #juice ortiz #juan carlos ortiz #theo rossi #sons of anarchy #soa #samcro #redwood original #men of mayhem #fan fiction

[ravewood]

Tattoo Artist: Juice Ortiz

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It was an odd day in Charming, as you organize the supplies in the dingy tattoo shop. It wasn’t the most appealing but the only place that would take a girl for a tattoo apprentice. Well more like have you to do all the slave labor. But you’d put up with it because you got to tattoo. Even if it was mostly the shitty tattoos no one else wanted to take. 

“Hey Kid, got a piece for you.” You heard Happy voice echo. You quickly walked up front to meet the biker with a hug. You knew he was part of the sons and he worked at the tattoo shop sometimes. 

“Whatcha got?” You asked smirking up at him crossing your arms. Today was very uneventful, two tramp stamps was as much action you got today. 

“Not for me, prospect here wants some spice.” Happy joked as he pushed the younger biker in front of him. You haven’t seen him around before, you sure would have noticed him.

“I’m Juice.” He stuttered out. Juice thought he was about to pass out. Happy had dragged him here once he heard Juice wanted to get some more ink. But you just took away his breath. 

“I’m Y/N, so what you got in mind” You asked giving him a smile as you leaned over the counter. Happy by now already made himself busy going through new photo books. 

“I was thinking of something on the side on my head. I don’t know what.” He mumbled trying to explain the idea in his head without sounding like an idiot.  

“You aways rock the mohawk?” You asked eyeing him up. He obviously stood out the with short shaving mohawk. It didn’t look like he had much ink, not that you could see since he was wearing clothes. You only noticed some lettering on his wrist and some Chinese letters in the inside of his bicep. 

“Yeah.” Juice said running his hand over his head. 

“Well we could do something on both sides? Do you want something in participial? or?” You asked grabbing the sketch book ready to come up with some ideas. 

“Tribal?” He  said still not really sure. You chuckled before coming up with a few different patterns. His brown eyes locked as he watched your ever move. 

“Well we can copy it so it’s exactly them same on both sides.” You said handing him over a few different stencils. 

“This one great.” He said smiling you nodded before going over making a perfect stencil. 

“You can follow me.” You said nodding for him to follow you to an empty chair in the back. You stood over him, feeling in a daze as he smelled like after shave and weed. 

Juice felt like he was holding his breath the whole time as you worked. He tried to close his eyes and not pay attention to your touch but he felt hypnotized. He thought it would be way worse getting a head tattoo but all his sense where distracted by you. 

“You like?” You asked as you cleaned him off and giving him a mirror to check it out. 

“Yeah thanks, better then my idea.” He said checking himself out in the mirror. 

Years went by and Juice was always you favorite client. Even after you left the shop to open your dan tattoo shop, he made the drive no questions asked to see you. 

It was late, you where closing up your shop. You didn’t expect Juice walking in hoodie over with slumped shoulders. He looked like a kicked puppy. 

“Juice?” You asked coming closer to make sure it was him. You heart skipped in your your chest when his brown eyes met your. 

“Sorry I should’ve called. I - uh- Don’t got no where to be. Just thought- If you. I got a piece in mind.” Juice mumbled over his words not sure what he really was doing out here at 11 pm. He was honest when he said he got no where else to be. The dark baggage of the club was weighing him down, he felt like he was suffocating and just needed to breath. And with you, here was the only place he could think of that would bring him peace of mind. 

“What you got in mind babe?” You said giving him a smile. Most of the work on his body was yours. It didn’t take long for you to come up with the art from his ideas. 

“Strip down.” You said as you set up your tattoo gun and work space. Juice nodded a slight pink blush filled his cheeks as he pulled his hoodie and t shirt off. He sat down in the leather work chair as you leaned over. 

You did your best trying to focus on just the tattoo and not the toned biker inches from you. You where basically leaning over on him, leaning between his legs as you worked on the two skulls on either sides of his pecs. 

This was the first peace Juice as felt all week. The pain from the tattoo felt numb, yet he felt relaxed. He was at ease he focused on you. He couldn’t help but watch you, as you bite your lip as you worked. 

“There.” You said before patting his chest smiling down at him. 

“Thank you, Sorry- I know its late.” Juice mumbled as he felt bad when he realized it was almost 3 am. But a part of him didn’t feel bad, he didn’t want to be alone.  

“For you, anything.” You joked as you cleaned up your work area as you let Juice get up and put his clothes back on. But you didn’t really know how much Juice really needed to hear that. 

“ah- Sorry.” You mumbled you as turned too fast running right into his chest. You didn’t notice how close he was to you. 

“I- Uh” He mumbled as he stared down at you. He couldn’t help it when his body naturally closed the distance between you. His hands gripped your hips quickly as he leaned down crashing his lips against yours without any protest from you. Your own hands gripped on to his upper arms to pull him down closer to you. 

“Can i- uh stay with you?” He asked desperation laced in his soft broken voice. You’ve never seen him like this before for the couple years you’ve known him. He was always a ray of sunshine, a goofy ball. Your hand slowly crept to hold his cheek, your thumb tracing his cheek bone right next to his eye. You missed seeing the crinkles when he smile so big. 

“I have no where else.” Juice whispered out growing with anxiety with your silence. He felt so comfortable with you, almost at peace. The first time he felt at ease in a long while. 

“Of course Juice” You said giving him a reassuring smile. You didn’t expect Juice to come here this late, you never expected him to need your comfort. But guess you need to expect the unexpected. 

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Series

The Teller Morrow Tragedy, The Prequel (Completed) The Teller Morrow Tragedy, Season 1 (Completed) The Teller Morrow Tragedy, Season 2 (Completed) The Teller Morrow Tragedy, Season 3

Mini Series

Tig's Daughter (Complete)

One Shots

Better Than This (Jax) Get Your Man (Chibs) Keep The Wolves Away (Jax)

Drabbles

Baby It's Cold Outside (Half Sack) Sons Of Mothers, Mother's Day Drabble (Chibs)

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Thief

Based on this post by @drabbles-mc. Not beta read, we die like medieval peasants who spelled everything phonetically.

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Contains: Fluff, smut (oral sex M receiving, fingering, P in V)

1.4K Words

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You stole Juice's quesadilla and he's not impressed.

"What do you want for dinner."

It had been a rough couple of days for you and Juice, work had kept you late every day, and you were coming home when the stars were out, and Juice had been run ragged but the Club because CaraCara needed new servers.

"Whatever, I'm not sure if I'll be home anyway, still busy with the stupid program."

You really hoped you could get home, you were starting to miss Juice to the point where it was taking up space in your brain.

"I'm craving Mexican, I won't start eating without you. Just send me a text and I'll order when you're on your way home. xx"

You smiled, Juice was always so considerate. You knew that even if you got home a three in the morning, he would still be waiting for you.

"Love you honey xx."

****

You got home just as six-thirty, Juice was waiting for you with a smile on his face and some snacks in hand, "I ordered ten minutes ago, you've got time to have a shower and get comfortable before it gets here."

You nodded, "you're the best, I owe you."

Juice shook his head, "I'm just being a good old man."

His thumb ran over the crow on your shoulder, "now go bathe, you hate eating in your work clothes."

You walked off to the shower and took your time getting clean, using the body wash with a scent that Juice loved so much that he would spend his quiet time with his face buried in your neck.

Just as you pulled your fluffy pyjama pants up, the food arrived. You walked out of the bathroom to Juice putting the food on plates, he took them to the couch and set them on the table before making room for you and switching on the TV, "you wanna watch battle bots?"

You nodded, "hell yeah I do."

He smiled, "you wanna place any bets?"

You shook your head, "no, because you always win then I end up having to help Gemma with the Friday night while you sit back and enjoy playing cards with Chucky."

Juice chuckled, "alright then, we should eat before it gets cold."

You picked up the quesadilla, it smelt amazing and you could tell the tortilla was homemade, it's perfectly cooked surface was just the right amount of browned without being burnt. The first bite had your eyes rolling into the back of your head, there was more cheese than normal and the meat was pork and not beef.

Juice smiled, "good, I thought you weren't all that into quesadillas?"

You shook your head, "this one is amazing, the pork really makes it."

Juice's eye went wide and he took a bite out of his triangle. "You stole my quesadilla."

You shook your head, "you're the one that gave it to me."

Juice huffed, "you stole my quesadilla."

There was a smile on his face, "how's yours?"

He gasped in face offence, "it's the worst thing I've ever eaten, you have no taste."

You smirked, "well mine was delicious."

Juice waved his hand, "finish your veggies, miss quesadilla thief."

You giggled, "don't worry, I'll make it up to you." Your tone made it clear what you meant.

"No, you stole my quesadilla."

You huffed, "you didn't even know what I was going to say, maybe I was going to spend all of tomorrow recreating it."

Juice pressed his lips together, trying not to laugh, "really, because I think you were thinking about something else."

He wiped his hand on a napkin and then took your empty plate from you, "we'll see, but only if you don't steal the dessert."

****

It was almost bedtime, the last episode Juice had put on was winding down and you were pressed into Juice's side while his arms wrapped around you. As the credits rolled, you ran a hand under his shirt up his chest, Juice grabbed your hand with a smile, "behave young lady."

You smiled, "you'll have to find a lady first."

Juice nodded, "well, you're right there. Ladies don't steal food."

You pressed a kiss to his neck, "you want me to make it up to you?"

Juice smirked and reached a hand to your face, "sure, bedroom?" You nodded and stood up, grabbing Juice's hand and walking him to your bedroom.

You sat him down on the bed and took a step back, pulling your shirt off your body and running your fingers over your naked breast, "is this what you had in mind?"

Juice swallowed, "not quiet." You stepped forward and grazed your fingers over his face, Juice turning his head into your hand.

"I have an idea." As you spoke, you knelt between his legs and he spread them, you fingers moving along the hem of his sweatpants. "Can I?" He nodded and you gripped them before pulling them off his body, boxers and all, Juice lifting his hips off the bed to help you.

His cock sprung free and his hands met your head, "I don't know if you deserve this."

You looked up at him through your eyelashes, "why dear?"

Juice smirked, "because you stole my quesadilla."

You rolled your eyes, "you gave it to me, I would have given it back if you had asked."

Juice smiled, "I know, but how could I when you enjoyed it so much."

You shook your head, "you're hard to please."

Juice chuckled, "well, you're not really trying, get to it." You made eye contact with him, licked your palm then wrapped your hand around his cock and moved your hand up and down on the shaft before wrapping your lips around the head.

Juice's head fell back with a gasp, one of his hands stroking your face, "yeah, just like that." You doubled down as he grunted, there was still a lightness in the air that signalled he wasn't down teasing you.

He pulled you away far sooner than you would have liked, "hey, I wasn't finished."

Juice laughed, "you're a thief, you don't get rewarded for that."

He dragged you up the bed and settled you on the pillows, running his hands up and down your body. He laid on his side next to you then lifted your legs over his hip. He slid his hand up and down your inner thigh, finishing by drifting the back of his fingers over your covered core. Juice raised his eyebrows as he stroked the hem of your panties and you nodded, lifting your hips, "please."

Juice pulled then off and his fingertips moved through your slit, "you're wet, does crime turn you on?"

You giggled, "only petty crime, next time I want you to fuck me, I'm going slap you with a fish fillet."

Juice paused to laugh, "slap me with a fish? You're real weird."

You giggled, "yep, with a fish." You went to say more but were cut off as Juice slid two fingers inside you.

"You are such a brat, first you steal my food and now you're threatening me with assault."

You smiled as Juice's fingers pressed to your G-spot, doing your best to keep your composure, "if it's salted cod, would that be a-salt?"

Juice nipped your skin, "your shit puns aren't going to make me laugh." That was a lie, you could hear it in his voice. Juice pressed a kiss to your lips, "you keep talking like you're all good but I can feel you squeezing me." His thumb moved to your clit as the fingers inside you sped up, your head flopped against the pillows and Juice smiled, "there you go, not so mouthy now, are you?"

You couldn't respond through the gasp as a wave of pleasure hit you, Juice doubled down as you approached the edge, smiling as he took you over it while his forearm held your bucking hips down. "Do you think you've made it up to me?"

You shrugged, "you tell me."

Juice climbed up your body and grabbed his cock, notching it at your entrance, "you want this?"

You grabbed his ass and pressed him forward, you went to say yes but Juice slammed forward, knocking the air from your lungs. Juice set a punishing pace, knocking you up the bed with each thrust. His fingers moved to your clit and rubbed in tight circles. "Be a good girl and come for me." You were powerless to resist the constant slam of his hips, Juice grunting as you clenched around him.

His pace faulted and your insides were sprayed with his warmth, Juice biting your skin as he slowed to a stop. He pulled out and rolled over, pulling you into his arms, "you wanna order more food?"

You smiled, "sure, why not."

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“I need you” Juice Ortiz Smut

Juice being needy and semi touch starved. NSFW

inspired by my girls

You had been gone for work all weekend and you were exhausted. You missed your boyfriend and just wanted to lay in his arms but didn’t know if you would get to if he was busy with the club or not. He knew you were flying home today.

You drove back from the airport and saw his bike parked in front of your house. Your heart skipped a beat and you quickly parked, hustling yourself inside with your bag. Your dog, Caine, jumping up on you as you walked in, letting Juice know that you were in fact home. He jumped up from the couch. “Hey baby,” You began to say.

He didn’t say anything. He was on you, pushing you lightly against the wall and kissing you, touching every inch of your body that he could. You broke away the kiss to drop your bag, “I missed you so fucking much,” He mumbled as his mouth stayed on your neck.  

You gasped a little as he kissed you, “Gimme a second, baby. I miss you too.” You took his hands in your face and kissed him, biting his lip. He whimpered a little bit and you smirked. “One minute and I’ll be all yours.”

He groaned and nodded. You picked your bag up and went to your room to put it away. Caine followed and you gave him some attention so he would stop bothering you once you went back to Juice. You wanted to change out of your dress but you knew how Juice got when you were apart for a few days. You gave Caine a treat and walked back out to see Juice on the couch.

You smiled and walked over to him to straddle him. He was already hard. You reached your hand down and stroked him through his sweats causing him to suck in his breathe. “Already hard for me, JC? Just from kissing me?” You loved having the effect on your boyfriend still. He definitely had it on you too. You were already starting to get wet.

“You know what you do to me,” He said as you trailed kisses on his jaw. You stopped as he said this.

“Don’t get mouthy with me, just because I’ve been gone,” You said, grabbing his jaw a little bit rough. The two of you were pretty rough together, but you enjoyed it. It was a constant power struggle that you always won, but it was still fun to fight it out.

“M’sorry.” He mumbled. He was extra whiny since you hadn’t been home. You decided not to be a dick and just accept the apology.

“S’okay, JC.” You kissed him softly and crawled off him.

“Where you goin?” He asked but you shushed him and pulled at his sweatpants where his erection sprang free. You licked a stripe up the shaft and he grunted. He grabbed a fistful of your hair. You knew he needed to have his hands on you. “Fuck baby,” He said just above a whisper.

You had barely touched him and he was already putty in your hands. You focused on the head for a moment before bobbing your head up and down and using your hand on the bottom.

You removed your hand and took his length all the way down your throat causing you to gag slightly. Tears brimmed your eyes but you kept going, relaxing your throat. You kept going and Juice was getting increasingly louder. You knew he was going to cum soon if you didn’t stop.

You pulled off his dick and he whimpered, “Fuck me.” He swore and you looked up at him.  

“Sorry, I want your dick inside me too bad.” You said, removing your underwear and hiking your skirt up. Normally, Juice was more than generous with foreplay but the fact of the matter was, you were just as desperate for him inside you as he was.

He wasn’t expecting you to just sit on his dick so when you did, he moaned loudly, “Fuck Y/N. You feel so fucking good.”

“You like that, Juan Carlos?” You said as you lifted your body and lowered yourself onto him. You grasped at his shirt and pulled it off him.

His hands went to the buttons on your dress and popped them open, “Yeah, you’re so fucking beautiful, sweetheart.” His hands went to your breasts and started to grab them roughly. You whimpered and bit down on his collar bone and you rocked your hips against him.

His fingers drifted down to your clit and circled the outer edge for a moment, going incredibly slow, making you lose your rhythm. You were losing control of the situation. You bit down into his shoulder and amped up the speed. “You gonna cum on my cock, baby?” He growled into your ear.

You were extremely close. His fingers went in quick little circles which pushed you over the edge and you screamed out biting down onto his neck this time. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” You yelled.

You rode out your orgasm and before you knew it, he was flipping you on your back and snapping his hips into you. His hands were on your breasts and you were a moaning mess. “Cum inside me, please.” You begged. You normally didn’t beg, but this was a special case.

Juice bit his lip and thrusted into you a couple more times before spilling into you. Him finishing inside of you, pushed you over the edge once more and left you panting. He slumped over you and kissed you, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too. I missed you.” You replied, “Sorry about biting so much.” You giggled a little.

“It’s okay. I’ll get you back later.” He grinned and kissed you, “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

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Wired

pairing: Juice Ortiz x reader

sum: coming back home after a long time away brings it’s challenges, specially if you’re the daughter of Gemma and Clay. what if she sees someone she tought she’d never see again?

warnings: fluff, implied smut and a small bit of angst

A/n: this was actually a requested by someon on my main blog @evanstanwrites​ but sadly I can’t remember who did and I can’t find the original message with the request.

It felt amazing to y/n to finally pass the sign that stated “Welcome to charming”, for her it was more of a welcome home. y/n had previously studied and worked a few years in New York, at first she was happy to get away from home, away from the always busy place full of bikers. Then she met a certain brown eyed Puerto Rican from Queens, they fell in love, hard and fast. Time spent together was heavenly and she couldn’t get enough of him, he even promised her to marry her one day. God, they were young and stupid. They were together for most of her college time but then one day a few weeks before she graduated she got a panicked phone call from her boyfriend, he’d done something very stupid and now people were after him. He told her he’d ran but couldn’t take her with him. So they broke up, still loving each other. She could have gone home after she graduated, it would have been easy to just get in that car with her mom but she didn’t want to face everyone and their questions. She had told her mom she was seeing someone, that they’d get married someday and her mom in time told everyone back home. It was already hard enough how she had to deal with the phone call from her father when he had heard, man was he pissed that his little girl found a guy he didn’t approve of beforehand. Her father finally made peace with it as long as the guy treated her right. How the hell was she gonna face him after her heart was broken, he’d look for him and kill him himself.

So instead of going home, she found herself a job that paid pretty well and tried to build herself a new life, after some time her father did found out that she and her guy broke up. Her new life only lasted for a few years tho. She kept worrying, thinking back to her brown eyed man, she hadn’t heard from him anymore and she felt so lonely in New York. So when she got the chance to be transferred to a place of choice she took that chance with both hands and went home. She didn’t tell anyone she was going back home so nobody was expecting her and no welcome back party would be waiting for her, She hated surprise parties but she loved to surprise people.

It wasn’t long before she reached the long driveway of the Teller-Morrow garage, as she drove up the driveway and parked her car. A few guys were hanging around on the benches in front of the clubhouse, only a few of their faces seemed familiar to her others were completely new to her. One of the familiar faces was Jax Teller, her half brother. Jax sat on the bench smoking a cigarette talking to who she remembered as Chibs and Tig and a few new faces. None of the guys had seemed to notice her yet, maybe they just thought she was just another customer of the garage and didn’t paid mind to her. But even if they did saw her she wasn’t so sure they’d even recognize her, over the last few years she changed so much. She didn’t look like that little cute girl that left this place to go to college, now she was a fully grown up woman and not so little anymore. It was only when she got out of her car and shut her door that the group of men looked up to her and just like she thought it seemed like they didn’t know who she was. Jax did hold a look of recognition in his eyes but also seemed to be unsure.

She just winked at the group of men with a small smirk and turned her back to them and started to walk in the direction of the small office of Teller-Morrow just as she heard one of the guys whistle at her. Not even a second later she could hear the sound of a punch being thrown, a curse, and then the voice of Jax calling out to her.

“Y/N!” 

So he finally did recognize her, his baby sister. With a wide smile, she turned back around seeing Jax throwing away his cigarette and running at her. 

“Hey Jax,”

And then next thing she knew she was wrapped up in Jax’s arms as he lifted her into the air just like he’d always do with her back in the day when they were younger.

“What are you doing here, I thought you’d made a new life back in New York?” Jax asked when he placed her back on her feet.

“Nice to know I’m welcome back here,” she joked

“This is your home y/n/n, you’re always welcome here. We just weren’t expecting you. You’re here on holiday?” he chuckled 

It seemed that their reunion had drawn quite the attention, as she saw people spill out of the clubhouse.

“That’s the point of a surprise brother, and no I’m not here on a holiday”

She just finished talking when she heard the voice of her mother calling for her and not a minute later she appeared next to Jax together with my father at her side.

“Babygirl, my babygirl is home.”

And jet again I was wrapped up in a pair of arms.

“Hey mama, hey daddy,” I said once she released me from her hold and I could give my father a hug too. 

“Hi princess, you’re home for good?” was the first thing that left Clay Morrow’s lips as he held his daughter close.

“Yes daddy, I’m here to stay”

It didn’t take long before they had lead her inside the clubhouse and started up an impromptu welcome home party. For most of the night, she sat with Jax, a few of the other guys, and her father. Her mother went home early so she could make her room ready for when she’d come home.

It was a quiet night up until the door of the clubhouse opened and 3 club members walked in, two of them she remembered as bobby Munson and Opie Winston but what shocked her was the third person that walked in behind the two: Juan Carlos Ortiz, her Puerto Rican ex boyfriend.

She was so shocked to see him there that she forgot all about who sat with her and stood up and walked towards him calling out his name.

“Juice? What are you doing here?”

it seemed like Juice was just as shocked as her when he heard his name being called and saw her stand there in the middle of the clubhouse.

“Y/N? I could ask you the same thing” he said surprised not noticing all the eyes on them.

But y/n did so she grabbed him by the arm and led him back out the door and went to sit on one of the benches.

“So, you ran off to Charming?” y/n started as she looked at the man standing before her wearing a kutte with the sons patch. 

“Yeah, I drove around a lot. Jax found me, that’s how I got here,” he explained before taking a seat next to her.

“Did you knew that Clay’s my father?”

“Not at first, but then I noticed pictures of you on the walls, they talked about you. But then I heard Clay and Jax talking about you, about how there had been a guy you were seeing and that he’d broken your heart,” He said taking a breath before leaning his elbows onto his knees.

“I knew I was that guy, I broke your heart. I can never forgive myself for that but I also knew it was better if they didn’t know”

“Well, I bet they figured that part out just now,” y/n sighed before continuing

“You may have broken my heart in leaving Juice, but I knew it was for the best. You don’t need forgiveness because there’s nothing to forgive, I knew you still loved me when you left. It’s not like you wanted it to happen like that” She finished and she softly bumped her shoulder into his.

“The kutte suits you,”

“Thanks, I like it here. Got a new family now” he smiled

He’s seeing someone? She wasn’t prepared to hear him say that, she still loved him, she didn’t know if she could see him with another woman. Unconsciously she scooted away a bit from him which of course he noticed right away why.

“I meant the club you know, I’m not seeing someone. I haven’t since I came here, since you,” he pointed out.

“Why?”

“Because, because I still love you y/n,”

And before she knew it they were making out and dry humping with her in his lap like two horny teenagers.

“This can’t be serious, tell me this isn’t what it looks like!” Clay yells filled the almost empty house. Only he and Gemma were home while y/n was at work the following day. It wasn’t a secret that the two of them had been fighting for days so it wasn’t a big surprise that they were at it again. 

“Calm down Clay, they’re two grown up people,”

“I won’t calm down Gemma! Juice has his filthy hands all over my little girl, and to top it all off he broke her heart before he came here! I should have never let him patch in!” Clay went on in fury.

“Let them be, they love each other”

“That’s not love! Nobody touches my little girl!”

“She’s not your little girl!” suddenly Gemma screamed back at her

“what? What the fuck did you say?”

“She’s not your daughter Clay, I lied, she’s John’s daughter. I was already pregnant when he died”

“I can’t fucking believe it! I rased her, I am her father. Did you tell her that bullshit?”

“Of course not”

“I can’t fucking believe you woman”

Clay was more than furious, y/n was his daughter, he was sure of it. And then seeing the hands of Juice all over his daughter only added to his anger. He was so angry that he had threatened Juice to cut off his dick if he even saw one hair out of line on his daughter or a tear on her face. But then sometime later he had what he thought the best idea, he was going to bribe Juice into getting the information he needed from y/n, he needed to know if Gemma had told y/n he wasn’t her real father. So he made Juice a deal if Juice asked if she knew anything about john Teller and if he had another kid with Gemma, then he’d make peace with the fact that he was dating his daughter. Of course, Juice jumped at the chance of getting Clay’s approval so he agreed. Clay seemed happy with his answer and hugged Juice goodbye. But what nobody had seen was that during the hug Clay had dropped a small device into his pocket.

“Okay, where were we baby?” Juice smirked as he closed the door of his dorm room behind him. 

“What did my dad want?” y/n asked as she got up from his bed in nothing but her underwear.

“Just some club business, nothing to worry about. now let’s get back to where we left off,” Juice said while removing his kutte and walking to her.

“You gonna make me feel good, Juicy?” she blushed as she helped him remove his shirt.

“Even better, baby, I’m gonna make you scream my name,” he growled before he connected his lips to her neck making her moan at the feeling as she ran her hands over his defined chest.

“God, you got even more handsome with time”

“Thanks, babe, I always thought you’re the most gorgeous woman I ever saw, you still are. now lay back on the bed and give me a taste of that sweet pussy of yours”

Clay was cooking in anger, he wanted nothing more than to march op to the dorms, kick in that door, and fucking kill Juice. But then again this was his own fault, he could have known this would happen when he wired Juice. He didn’t even think about the fact that he may hear the two of them going at it like rabbits. He wanted to be able to unhear the moans of his precious little girl that was clearly not so little anymore.

Clay sat at his table alone in chappel growling things to himself when suddenly the doors to the room closed with a bang. When he looked up he saw y/n standing there with her arms crossed looking straight at him but surprisingly not in anger.

“You could have just asked me, dad. I would have truthfully answered you,” she said as she walked closer until she was right next to him and placed the wiring device on the table in front of him.

“I’m not gonna say I’m sorry kid”

“I know, but you didn’t need to wire him. He’s loyal to the club and he loves me, treats me right, what more do you want dad? Did you just wanted to test his trust now you know we’re together?”

Clay took a deep breath, normally he wouldn’t discuss these kinds of things with someone who wasn’t a member.

“No princess, I wasn’t testing him, it was a good bonus, I’ll give you that. But I just wanted to know if your mother told you that I wasn’t your father, I didn’t want to lose you,”

“Oh daddy, It doesn’t matter if John Teller is my biological father, to me you’ll always be my dad. Hell who thought me to notice when someone was wired, who thought me to fight, to stick up for myself, and many more things? You did, now be a man and make things right with mom” y/n chuckled before giving her father a kiss on his cheek and made her way out of the room.

“Who taught you to be this vivacious?” He called out after his daughter with a laugh.

“You and mom did!” she responded before she joined Juice who was waiting for her at the bar.

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[faith-in-dean]

Queen

Summary: Juice is doubting your relationship is the best for you as his lifestyle is quite dangerous. You make sure to prove him, he is what you want. No matter the risks.

Words: 1376

Pairing: Juice Ortiz x Reader

Warning: Shooting, Smut, unprotected sex

A/N: This is my first go at SOA fics, so be gentle and leave some feedback, please! @straight-outta-charming

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Loud chatter could already be heard when you were nearing the Clubhouse. While you knew you still weren't as welcomed as you might've wished, Juice had insisted on you coming by every now and then. The rest of the club was still suspicious of you, some of them even thinking you were a rat.

You and Juice were still a fresh thing and he was rather keeping your relationship lowkey around the others. At least until the both of you knew what exactly it was, going on between the two of you. Well, you knew. He still tried to figure it out.

When you entered the clubhouse, barely anyone had paid much attention to you but when Juice had spotted you, his smile grew a million times wider and he walked over to you, wrapping his arms tight around you as he pressed a quick kiss to your cheek.

“I'm glad you came!” He said happily, grabbing you by the wrist to drag you over to the couch, having a sit with you.

“Oh, look who's here again without an invitation,” Clay muttered when he spotted you.

“Come on, don't be like that! I invited her!” Juice exclaimed, wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

“Since when do we invite random people over here?” Tig questioned him, furrowing his brows.

“She's not-” the conversation was soon interrupted as Chibs came running in.

“Mayans!” He called out before the first shots fired through the windows.

Quickly Juice jumped up, shoving you behind a good cover.

“Stay here!” He said before all you heard was gunshots everywhere.

You knew this was the life you were living if you stayed with Juice. But you were willing to take it. To accept it. You wanted to be with Juice and that was all that mattered.

Holding your ears from the loud noises, you stayed crouched in a corner, hoping Juice would be okay.

It had been a few minutes until the gunfire finally toned down, yet you remained in your hide until the situation was clear. Whenever that would be.

“All clear?!” you heard Tig yell through the club.

“All clear!” Jax answered and within seconds Juice came running over, pulling you up into his arms, kissing you deeply.

“Are you okay?! Are you hurt?!” He asked once he had pulled back, checking you for any wounds.

“I'm okay, baby, I'm okay,” you soothed him, making him look at you before he kissed you again.

“She your old lady?” Chibs interrupted the two of you as he came around to check on everything.

“Uh-” Juice was caught off guard, turning around to see the whole club looking at the two of you. You noticed he was struggling, trying to wrap his mind around this oh so easy question. He wasn't sure what to say. What to think. Especially after what had just happened. Juice feared you wouldn't want him anymore. Wouldn't want this life.

“I am,” you said, taking the pressure of Juice and wrapping an arm around him.

“Well, you could've just told us,” Jax said with a smile on his face.

“Wouldn't have expected that,” Tig shrugged before heading to clean up the mess.

“I better help them… you go home already,” Juice said, handing you his spare keys.

“You sure?” You asked, reaching up to caress his cheek tenderly.

“Yep, go ahead,” he nodded, stealing one more kiss before he sent you off.

~~~

Meeting Juice had been an odd start to your relationship. You were invited to one of their parties by one of your friends. Though it totally proved itself to be not your thing.

Alcohol and barely clothed women were everywhere in the room. It seemed like every guy had at least two women by their sides. But that wasn't you.

Your friend told you this party would've been fun but it was anything but that. The worst thing was that you couldn't just go home. She was your ride and full on drunk and hanging at some dark haired guy.

With a frustrated sigh, you sat down far away from all the action, watching the scene as you felt miserable.

It wasn't until a good hour later that a guy made his way over to you, two beers in his hands.

“Want one?” He offered but you just shook your head, declining his offer.

“Alright then,” he shrugged and set aside the beer and sat down next to you.

“Uh… can I help you?” you asked, unsure of why he just had to sit down here.

“You were alone here, I figured I'd join you,” he shrugged again, “I'm Juice by the way.”

“Y/N. But I don't need your company, go and enjoy your party,” you told him.

“You don't like the party?” Juice asked you.

“Not the kind of party I imagined when I was invited,” shrugging, you answered him.

“You might be the first one. Why are you still here then?” He questioned you further.

“Because my ride is highly drunk and most likely on her way om getting laid or such,” you sighed, considering taking him up on that beer offer if you already had to stay there.

“Want me to give you a ride?” Juice offered and you just quirked a brow.

“Are you serious?” You asked him and he just nodded with a smile. Something in your gut was telling you, you could trust this guy. That he was not gonna use this to rape you in some side-alley. But should you just trust a stranger? Well, what did you have to lose?

“Alright then,” Juice smiled, setting the beer aside before half dragging you to his bike.

“Hold on tight, baby,” he grinned before taking off.

It turned out he wasn't actually some creepy rapist but rather a very sympathetic guy who is great to share a pizza with and talk. And eventually, this party hadn't been so bad after all.

~~~

You were lying in bed, resting when you head the door open behind you, followed by the sound of clothes hitting the ground. The bed dipped as Juice joined, his arm wrapping around you as he pulled you tight against him.

“Hey baby,” you whispered quietly, turning in his grip to look at him.

“I didn't think you were awake,” Juice said quietly, his hand gently caressing your back.

“I only got to bed,” you explained, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek.

“Babe… about today. Are you- are you sure you want this? You could've got killed,” Juice struggled and you just knew how much he doubted himself.

“Juice,” you said softly, reaching up to caress his cheek with your thumb, “I know what I've got myself in for when we started this.”

“I want this. I want you,” you said softly, capturing his lips in a longingly kiss.

Juice hesitated for a moment before he returned the kiss deeply, moving on top of you as your hands roamed his body, following the lines of his defined body.

He kissed his way to your neck as he ground against your core, a burning feeling building up inside of you.

“Juice,” you breathed, spreading your legs a little wider as you felt his erection grow against you.

“Shit,” he groaned slightly, kissing you deeply as he reached between the two of you to rip apart your panties, his fingers coming to test your already wet mound.

He hadn't been teasing you long, tearing down his boxer briefs as much as he needed before he pressed into you in one swift motion, making you gasp out.

“I love you,” Juice moaned lightly, moving in a slow rhythm with you.

He was being all gentle with you, showed no signs of roughness as the two of you melted together in some sweet love-making, chasing your highs.

Ecstasy filled you when Juice pushed you over the edge, your mind going blank as all you knew was the feeling of the orgasm running through you.

Once he had reached his high too, he stilled inside of you, not moving as the two of you processed the feeling of this moment. When you calmed down at least somewhat, Juice dropped down next to you, pulling you close against his chest.

“Good night, my queen.”

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[necromaniackat]

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She Wanted Me to Break It Pt.1

She Wanted Me to Break It Pt.2 💦

God Damn Chapter 1 God Damn Chapter 2

God Damn Chapter 3 💦

Work It Girl!

Addict Chapter 1

Apple Juice

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Knock, Knock  💦

The Invisible Drunk

Happy

Confident Daddy

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[soaimagines]

History

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This is the first ever fic I ever wrote and posted, but I recently read through it and it was traaaash 😂I don't know what I was thinking and Im so sorry to all of you that read it lol. I have edited it, and added/changed it. Theres still probably errors in it that I have missed so soz. It was originally in ten parts but I made it all into one. I hope you guys like the new version.

Mentions of drug use, pregnancy, abandonment.

Word Count: 13,883

You gazed out the window, watching the raindrops make their way down the glass as you absentmindedly drew aimless lines over a page in your notebook. Mornings definitely weren’t your thing and maths this early? On a Monday? No Thankyou! Your mind snapped back into focus as you heard the classroom door open. “Ah Mr Ortiz, glad you finally joined us,"Mr Jones said without looking up from his textbook. You looked over at the ‘Mr Ortiz’ that had just entered the class in his usual fashion- half an hour late. You smirked slightly as your eyes ran over him. Juan Carlos Ortiz. He was the perfect 'bad boy’ and you’d been drawn to him since the first day of high school. You were best friends, had been ever since he sat next to you on the bus that first day. He was there for you when your mum died, and your dad had taken a job on a fishing boat up in Alaska. As far away from the house filled with hurtful memories, and as far away from you. Juan was all you had left to make you fell at home and he was your world. But he didn’t know the way your heart skipped a beat when he looked at you or the way your whole body burnt when he flirted with the other girls. He knew all your secrets and your hopes and dreams. He knew your fears and all your quirks. He knew how you were afraid of heights and how you hated the cold. And you knew everything about him. You knew how he loved speed but hated slowing down. How he loved being around his friends but he hated being alone. You were hopelessly in love with him, but that was one secret you’d never told him. You knew he didn’t feel the same way about you and you couldn’t risk losing him, he was the closest thing you had to a home. He met your eye as he slid into the chair next to you, grinning widely. "Hey bubba” “Hey juicy” you grinned back, rolling your eyes at his bloodshot eyes and goofy grin, knowing he was stoned off his face. You passed him your notes you’d written down off of the whiteboard so thathe could copy them and slid back in your chair, your mind drifting off once again. A little while later the bell rang out and you stood, slinging your backpack over your shoulder and followed Juice into the crowding hallway. “You coming to the party tonight?” He asked you as you both headed towards your lockers. “Yeah, I’ll be there,” you said as you opened your locker and swapped your textbooks for your gym gear. “Gotta hold my title” “Queen of beer pong” he chuckled. “Maybe it’s time for me to reign” “Ha! In your dreams juicy” you called as you shut your locker and walked backwards down the hall grinning at him. He watched you as you winked at him before turning around, smiling to himself as he watched your ass walking away. He sighed as he saw a guy from class, one of your buddies drape his arm over your shoulder. He had no right to be jealous, you were his best friend. But he couldn’t help the jealousy burning inside him as he watched the two of you laughing and shoving each other playfully. “You ever gonna tell her bro?” He turned his head and saw his friend Scotty standing there staring at him with one eye brow raised. “We’re just friends” Juice snapped, slamming his locker and walking away. “Yeah, friends that are in love with each other” Scotty said to himself as he rolled his eyes and followed Juice down the hall.

Your throat burned as you threw down another shot, but you laughed tilting your head back. “And she wins again,” you yelled, lifting your hands above your head as Scotty picked you up by the waist and spun you round. Both of you grinning and laughing at the defeated look on Juices face who was glaring at you from across the table. “Ohh come on Juicy, next time you can be on my team and you can actually win for once” you winked at him as you headed outside for some fresh air. You sat outside on a picnic table and lit up your smoke, looking up into the starry Queens night. You felt the table shift slightly as Juice sat down next to you. “Hey Bubba” he said as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder. You leaned into his chest. You loved the smell of him, his natural scent mixed with weed and cologne. He kissed your head and squeezed your arm and you turned your head, looking up into his soft brown eyes. He smiled down at you and grabbed your cigarette, taking a long drag before passing it back to you. Your eyes met as you lifted the cigarette to your lips. “You doin okay bubba?” He asked you softly You smiled at the nickname. He knew it was what both your mother and your father had called you and you knew when he said it he was saying it with love. “Yeah Juicy, I’m doing okay” you said softly. He stared you down with those big brown eyes that melted your heart. “(Y/n) your my best friend, you know that” You smiled and nodded at him. “You know you can tell me what’s going on” You sighed and took another drag of your smoke. He always could read you like a book. Normally you were the life of the party, you could drink the big boys under the table and you had everyone around you laughing. But he’d watched you tonight and noticed your smile didn’t reach your eyes and you’d been downing more alcohol faster and harder than normal. It’s been six months since your father left and you’d been holding it together as best you could. Usually he came back at least once a month but this time it had been different. He had called and made excuses. Apparently there were just too many fucking fish in Alaska, and he just couldn’t take a break. Of course you knew it was all an excuse. He couldn’t bare to be in the house without your mother and he couldn’t handle looking after you. You understood, in a way. It was hard for you too. You missed the little touches your mother left around the house, the faint smell of burning incense or bleach from all the cleaning she’d done. But now a layer of dust coated most of the house and no matter how warm the house was, it always felt cold. Juice helped, he crashed with you all the time but he had his own home and you spent too many nights alone. You had been smoking weed since you were fourteen, casually on the weekends or before a big movie marathon. But lately you’d been smoking every morning, every afternoon and every night. As often as you needed to. As long as you were high you were numb and it dulled the empty feeling that filled your heart. “Juicy, I’m fine” you said leaning into his chest. He pulled you back and forced you to look in his eyes “Really (yn)? You’re good at lying but not to me” “Don’t Juan, please, not tonight” you whispered as you finally bought your eyes to meet his. He nodded slowly as he stared into your eyes, you couldn’t help but notice the tears forming in his. “Okay bubba, we’ll talk tomorrow. But just let me say something. You are my best friend (y/n), I will never leave you. You are so god damn beautiful but you need to stop treating yourself like this. I’m sorry (y/n), I should have been here for you” he whispered, his voice cracking as he ran his hands over your hair and held your face gently. “No Juan, don’t apologise. It’s me. I’m fucked up Juicy,” you laughed bitterly as tears rolled down your cheeks. “No! No you are so beautiful to me (y/n). I’d be nothing without you. I will always look after you” his fingers wiped your tears away as his own began to slide down his cheeks You lifted your eyes to meet his. You both stared at each other, getting lost in the moment. You glanced down at his lips, licking your own, before looking back at his. You slowly moved your head closer, closing the gap between you and finally your lips met. He didn’t move at first, he was too shocked. But then the reality kicked in and your mouths moved together in perfect harmony. You felt a fire start within you as you wrapped your arms around his neck, tears still sliding slowly down your cheeks. He held your head to his with one hand, the other sliding down and wrapping around your waist. Everything he had ever wanted in life, he found in you. He never thought hed be kissing you under the stars, but he held on to you tightly, never wanting to let you go. Eventually you came up for air and you looked into his eyes again. “(Y/n)” he whispered softly, a warm smile spreading on his lips. Suddenly it hit you what you’d just done: thrown yourself at your best friend who didn’t love you the way you loved him because you were drunk and upset. “I’m sorry,” you whispered as you stood up, backing away. “Bubba, it’s okay. Stay” “I’m so sorry, Juan.” You whispered before you spun around and ran inside. You heard him calling your name as you ran but you carried on, your cheeks burning red. You had never learnt cry with style. To cry silently and beautifully, like the girls in the movies, with pearl shaped tears rolling down your cheeks and wide luminous eyes. You wished you had. Then you would have been able to cry in front of people, instead of in bathrooms or empty bedrooms, among the party coats on the bed. You turned into the bathroom, dragging the couple that was making out on the bench and shoving them into the party before you slammed the door shut behind you and locked it. You pressed your back against the cold wood and slid your body down until you were hugging your knees. Your sobs took over your body and you stayed like that for a long time. “Dammit (y/n), you really fucked up this time” you thought to yourself as you pulled yourself up, staring at your reflection in the mirror. What were you thinking? Juice didn’t love you like that. You’d just ruined your friendship and now you truly had no one. You turned the faucet on and splashed water on your face. You took a deep breath in dabbed your face dry on a hand towel before turning for the door. You turned the handle and walked into the party, brushing shoulders as you made your way to the kitchen to grab another drink. “Where’s your girl?” Scott asked as he walked over to Juice, who was sat on the table outside with a joint and his face in hands. He looked up and glared at his friend. “I dunno man. We were out here talking then we kinda kissed-” “YOU SLY DOG!!” Scotty yelled, spitting out his beer and slapping Juice on the shoulder. “Finally grew some balls eh bro?” “Nah man it’s not like that,” Juice said shaking his head as he grabbed his bottle of whiskey and took a long swig. “We kissed and it was great, better than great! But then she freaked out and ran off” “Ahh shit man, I’m sorry. Atleast you know how she feels now though right? You can move on” Scott said as he sat on the table next to Juice. “Yeah I guess so man. I dunno, I just.. I thought there was a chance she felt the same” Juice said sadly as he took a long drag on his joint before passing it to his friend. “C'mon bro, plenty more pussy in that party!” Scott grinned at him, punching his shoulder and dragging him back inside. The minute they walked inside the house Scott spotted two girls standing by the stereo and walked over, dragging Juice with him.

You slammed back a shot, then another. And another. The guy you were standing next to passed you a rolled up note and pointed to the bench where he had a small pile of white powder and four lines of the same powder drawn up. You smirked taking the note and pressing it to your nostril as you lent over the bench, lining it up with the start of the line. You snorted all four lines straight after the other and threw your head back, closing off your nostril and sniffing deeply. You laughed as you felt the drugs hit you. You felt light. You felt all your problems float away from you and you raised your arms over your head and swayed your body to the music. The guy next to you laughed and wrapped his arms around your waist. Your eyes fluttered open as he turned you around to look at him. But your eyes drifted past his face and your eyes widened as you saw Juice outside, with a blond girl wrapped around him and her tongue down his throat. His hands roamed over her body and you felt your body shake with jealousy and anger. “There a problem, babe?” The guy standing in front of you asked, an eye brow raised. You could smell the alcohol on his breath and you gulped. Right now, you didn’t care who he was. “No.” You whispered and smashed your lips against his. He didn’t waste any time and grabbed your ass, his tongue exploring your mouth. He lifted you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist as he sat you on the counter and ran his hands under your shirt. “Get. Off. Her” The guy you were kissing was ripped away from you. You looked to see a seething Juice staring at him. His fists clenched and knuckles white, his whole body shaking with rage. “Fuck off Juan,” you laughed, the whiskey and drugs taking over you. He glared at you and grabbed your wrists, pulling you off the bench. He dragged you through the crowd and out the front door. “Jesus Juan slow down” you slurred. He stopped abruptly and spun around, his face inches away from yours. “What the fuck are you doing (y/n)? Your the girl who fucks drug dealers in kitchens now?” He yelled into your face. You pushed him away and laughed. “What’s it to you juice? Why do you care who I fuck? Thought you’d be busy with that blond skank anyway” you yelled back at him. “I fucking love you!” He yelled back. His whole body froze and his eyes went wide. “What?” You whispered. He sighed and looked at his feet. “I love you (y/n). I’m in love with you” You stared at him, your mouth opening and closing as you tried to find words. “Look forget it.” Juice growled and turned around. You watched him walk away as a smile spread over your face. You ran after him and tears streamed down your face. He turned around as he heard your footsteps approach. Before he could say anything you threw yourself into his arms and kissed his lips with such passion. He stood still, only his mouth moving against yours before he gently pushed you away, his eyes studying your face. “I love you Juan,” you whispered breathlessly. “I’ve been in love with you for five fucking years” His smile grew wider than you’d ever seen it and his lips crashed against yours as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him tighter. You had never felt happier. You were home.

You threw your bag to the ground as you walked through the door, kicking off your shoes and laughing. “I’ll see you soon then Juicy,” you murmured into the phone, walking into the kitchen. “Yeah babe, just gotta drop something to the club and I’ll be there” you heard his voice say, your mind focusing on what you could make with the few ingredients left in your empty fridge. “See you then babe. Love you” “Love you more bubba,” you smiled and hung up. Eight months had passed since that night on the street, where you’d both confessed your love for each other, screaming about love on the streets of Queens. You’d been going strong, falling more in love everyday. There was definitely an advantage in dating your best friend. You already knew each other inside and out so there was no awkward getting to know each other stage. You spent all your time together, laughing and playing video games. Getting stoned and watching movies.Plus the sex was great. Juice had been hanging out with a new crowd, a club (“they’re not a gang bubba”) and had been helping them out with some stuff, running a few jobs here and there. He was good with technology and he’d set up a bunch of security cameras for them, ensuring that they only transmitted the footage and didn’t record. It made you slightly nervous, you knew that it was dangerous. But it’s not like Juice was patched in, he wasn’t even prospecting and so you didn’t need to worry too much. You spent most of your time studying, determined to graduate with flying colours. Not so you could go to a good college, but so that you could do your mother proud. “I’m home babe” you heard your man call out. You smiled hearing his voice. He’d been crashing at yours nearly night and you two joked about making it official and putting up a white picket fence outside. You ran down the hall and leaped into his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist. He laughed and grabbed your hips, pushing you against the wall as he kissed your lips deeply. “I love you (y/n)” he whispered into your neck. “I love you too Juan Carlos” you moaned, your eyes closing as you felt his lips moving against your soft skin.

TWO MONTHS LATER “Where the fuck are you juice” you thought to yourself as you slammed the remote back down on the couch. He was supposed to be home hours ago but for the third time this week he was a no show. Lately he had been hanging round that club more and more and was even talking about being a prospect for them. He was never home and it had started to cause issues in your relationship. You still loved him. God, you loved him so much but you hated being left alone and whenever Juice did actually show up you’d usually just fuck and fall asleep, too tired to fight. Your graduation was coming up and you were focused on that- one of you had to be. Juice hadn’t been to class in months and you knew he didn’t care. You heard the door open and close and heard his heavy footsteps nearing the lounge. “Hey bubba,” he said as he leant over and kissed your lips. “Where’ve you been Juicy?” You asked looking up at him. He sat down next to you and grabbed your hands, forcing you to look at him. “Look (y/n), I’ve been helping the club out you know that.” You nodded. “The thing is I did some stuff for them- nothing major they just needed me to end some shit. The cops got involved and I’m getting charged. It’s only four months instead of two years but I need to be honest with you,” he looked at your face which was stone cold. “Seriously Juan!” You muttered and stood up, dropping his hands. “It’s just something I gotta do, for the-” “For the club, yeah it’s always for the fucking club!” You shouted as you paced back and forth. “What about us Juan?” “I love you (y/n). I do. Look it wont be for longand il be out before you know it. I know your angry but I go tomorrow” “Tomorrow?” You whispered finally meeting his gaze. He nodded slowly and stood, walking towards you and pulling you into his chest. “Tomorrow. I’m sorry baby. I didn’t wanna tell you cause we thought we could get out of this. But you can visit me and il write to you. It’s only four months and il be out” You nodded against his chest knowing you had no choice. He turned your head towards him and kissed you deeply before leading you to the bedroom. You couldn’t help but smirk as he turned you round and lifted your shirt. “You are so beautiful babe,” he whispered as you blushed. You kissed his lips as he ran his hands up your body and undid your bra, dropping it to the floor before taking your left breast in his hand. “Only four months,” he whispered into your ear, nibbling softly at your ear lobe. “Yeah babe, only four months.” You pulled him back and smiled at him before pushing him back on the bed.

~ “Fuck!” You yelled as you sunk to your knees, your hands gripping the pregnancy test tightly. “Fuck!” You yelled again. Juice had been gone for two months and after missing your period you’d freaked out and bought a test, never really thinking you could actually be pregnant. Yet here you were, kneeling on your bathroom tiles yelling at the positive test. You and Juice had never discussed having children, shit you were still a child yourself. You knew he’d want to keep it and you did too, but the way things had been lately you weren’t sure if you wanted to bring a kid into the mix. Juice would be a great father, he’d grown up without one and you knew he would give your baby the world. But you had never discussed this.. and what if he wanted you to get rid of it? Or rid of you? You dropped the test into the trash bin and grabbed the other box off the counter. You had to be sure.

Sitting at your dining room table your fingers tapped rapidly on the hard wood. You’d skipped school today, your mind too scattered after last nights events: three positive pregnancy tests. Today you were going to visit Juice. You weren’t sure if you were going to tell him yet. Maybe you’d wait till he got out, it was only another two and then you could tell him properly. You jumped as you heard the front door open, your heart leaping. You slowly stood, and walked towards the front of the house. Juice stood there, his head hanging low as he slowly shut the door behind him. He didn’t see you watching him as he kicked off his boots. “Juan,” you whispered. His head snapped up at the sound of your voice. “What are you doing here (y/n)” he said coldly, his eyes not meeting your gaze. “The fuck you mean what am I doing here! What are YOU doing here?” You bit back as you started nearing him. “I got out early,” he said flatly, pushing your hands away as you reached out to him. “What’s going on Juicy?” You asked, putting your hands on your hips. He sighed, shuffling his feet. He was nervous. Finally he met your gaze and you gasped at the cold look in his brown eyes. “I’m leaving (y/n)” You laughed nervously. “Baby what are you talking about?” Your voice shook as you stepped closer to him, your hands dropping to your sides. “I’m going. Now. I thought you’d be at school. I was going to leave a note.” “A note?” You scoffed “Juicy whatever’s going on, I’m here. I can come with you. It’s me and you Juan” you reached out for him again and this time he let your hands reach him. He didn’t say anything, just stared at his feet, his jaw twitching. He slowly grabbed your wrists and removed them from his body. “You can’t come with me” he said, his voice colder than you’d ever heard it. “Please baby, tell me what’s going on” your voice cracked as tears ran slowly down your cheeks. “I don’t love you anymore” Juice said abruptly then turned and marched back out the door. You felt the colour drain from your face, you felt like you’d been slapped. You watched him walk down the path and out into the streets. You wanted to run after him but you couldn’t lift your feet. They were so heavy. Why were they so heavy? He didn’t love you anymore. Tears began to stream down your cheeks. You fell to your knees as your heart ripped into pieces and sobs took over your body. Your mind repeated the words over and over. I don’t love you anymore. I don’t love you anymore. Juice got to the end of the street before he turned to the fence next to him and punched it rapidly, tears rolling down his cheeks. He had to fight the urge to run back to you. To run back and tell you he’d lied, and to pack your bags and come with him. But he couldn’t. He loved you too much to let you leave with him. He’d made a deal, a deal that got him out of prison and away from the guys that were threatening to kill him. But now he was in more danger than he’d thought and if he let you come with him you’d be in danger too. He couldn’t let anything happen to you. Not because of him. No, you needed to stay here and forget about him. He knew you wouldn’t stay unless he hurt you. So he told you the one thing he knew would make you stay. His heart ached at the thought of you hurt, but he knew it would be better for you in the long run. He slowly walked to his car and opened the door, his hands bloody from his attack on the fence. Glancing at his bags he’d packed and thrown in the backseat he frowned, hoping he’d done the right thing. He took a deep breath and started the car. He would drive, drive til he found a destination. He reached his hand up, flipping the sun guard down and smiled at the picture that was stuck there. It was a picture of you, from a carnival you’d gone to last summer. You were laughing, the sun shining down on you and your hair blowing gently in the wind, a giant ball of cotton candy on a stick in your hands. “I love you bubba. I will always love you” he whispered as he ran his fingers over your face. That was the image stuck in his mind as he drove for hours. The tears never stopped rolling and his heart never left you as he headed towards Charming, California.

~

Rain poured down on your windscreen as you drove. Since when did it rain in California? You sung quietly along with the music. You’d always liked driving, your mother used to take you on long road trips all the time to visit family. “Are we there yet momma?” You heard your son say. “Not yet mi vida, not yet” you answered as you flicked your eyes to the rear view mirror, looking in the reflection at your son. Leonardo Luciano Ortiz looked just like his father. He had big brown eyes, dark curly hair and golden Puerto Rican skin. His smile lit up the room and he was the wittiest three year old you’d ever met. He kept you on your toes and with Leo in your life your days were never dull. “Mommaa” he sang “Yes Leo?” You asked laughing. “Good boys get ice cream aye momma?” “They sure do baby” you smirked, watching him in the mirror as he grinned just like his father. “I’m a good boy momma” “Yes you are mi sol, as soon as we get to Charming you can have two scoops of ice cream” you said. “Two scoops! I’m a lucky boy!” “Yes you are Leo, yes you are” you laughed back at your son who was grinning widely now, his hands clapping together. Two weeks ago you’d gotten a phone call offering you a job at St Thomas Hospital in Charming California. It was a small town that you’d never heard of but you took the offer, desperate to get away from Queens and all the memories that haunted you. You weren’t a nurse, you never did graduate high school but you’d be working as a receptionist. The pay wasn’t great but the hours were which meant you could spend most of your time with Leo, and they even had a daycare on sight where he could go during the days while you worked. You’d packed all your things into the car, only stopping to say goodbye to Nana Ortiz. Juices mother had helped you out raising your son, neither of you had heard from him since he left but you still loved him with all your heart. “He loves you Querido” shed tell you often. You would smile sadly and rock your son to sleep. You had tried to get over him but every time you looked at your son you reminded of him. You never dated, you didn’t have the time. And even if you had, no other guy could compare to Juice. He’d broken your heart when he left and you’d stopped turning up at school. The rumours had spread that you were pregnant after some classmates saw you at the supermarket and Scotty, juices friend, had shown up at your door and promised to help you. He even took a gap year after you gave birth, but he eventually had to leave for college. You still talked on the phone every week and Leo loved uncle Scotty dearly. You had rung your father, hopeful that he would return home and help his little girl. But you had been naive. Those fish just kept on coming and apparently your father was the only fisherman in the world that could take on such a huge task. He hadn’t even come back when your son was born, and Leo had never met his grandfather. Juices mother helped you raise him but she knew how hard it was for you to be in her house, with all the pictures of Juan scattered all over the walls. You still spent a lot of time there, you wanted Leo to know his family as you barely had any of your own anymore. She talked to him in Spanish and it had stuck, now you constantly calling him pet names like mi vida (my life). You’d named Leo after Juices grandfather Leonardo and chosen the middle name Luciano meaning 'the light’ as he had certainly brightened your life. Since the day Juice had left you crying on the floor you had been a mess, your depression taking over your life. But the day little Leo was born you swore to always look after him and suddenly your days weren’t so dark anymore. You still found yourself hoping every phone call you got was Juice, or every time someone knocked on your door it was him., telling you he’d made a mistake and he loved you and everything was going to be okay. But it was never him at the door and it was never him on the other end of the phone. You loved him as much as the day he left but you knew he wasn’t coming back. Maybe one day, Leo could meet his father but it had been four years and you’d never heard a thing from Juan Carlos. You didn’t even know if he was still alive. You swallowed and shook your head, trying to forget the ghosts of your past as you looked out the window, driving past the welcoming sign. 'Welcome To Charming’

Sunday morning. You woke to the sound of birds chirping and a light breeze blowing through your window. You stretched your arms out in front of you as you sat up and looked around your room. Margaret, a senior at the hospital had offered you a place to live. A friend of hers owned a few rental properties and it just so happened one of them needed new tenants. It was small, but it had everything you needed and it was in a nice quiet street. You were lucky. The white Walls were bare and you still had cardboard boxes scattered around. You yawned, stretching your arms widely and threw the covers back, slid out of bed and knelt, grabbing the robe of the floor. You wrapped it around your body and walked to the dresser, your fingers running over the glass of the only photo frame you had out. “Where’d you go Juan?” You whispered, tracing his face with your fingers. You gently placed the photo back down and sighed. Your house was suspiciously quiet considering your roomie was a crazy three year old. You walked to his room, your feet treading softly on the carpet. A smile spread over your face as you watched him sleep. He looked so much like his father, it both broke your heart and warmed it. You watched a little while longer before you turned and headed for the bathroom. It had been a big week for little Leo and your little lion needed his rest. Once you’d showered and dressed you went to the kitchen and started making breakfast. You’d just set the eggs on the bench when you heard the sound of little feet running through the house. “Mommy mommy” he called You went to the hallway to meet him and knelt as he ran into your arms. “Good morning my little lion,” you said as you lifted him and pressed kisses all over his face as he chuckled. “Good morning my big mommy” he laughed. “Big?!” You scoffed grinning as you moved your son to your hip and walked back into the kitchen. “Yeah momma, your the big lion” he told you matter of factly. “Alright baby. Are you ready to go to your new daycare tomorrow?” You asked him as you set him on the floor. He ran up to the table and climbed on his chair, diving into his colouring books that had been left there from yesterday. “Yeah mommy!” Good, you thought as you turned and continued making breakfast for your little family of two.

You lifted the styrofoam cup to your lips and took a sip of your coffee as the doors slid open infront of you. You held Leo’s hand with yours and walked through the doors. Following the signs you walked down to the Day Care centre at St Thomas Hospital. You signed him in and knelt down next to him. “I’ll see you later mi vida, you be a good boy and mommy will pick you up after work” you said as you adjusted his buttons and smoothed down his collar. He grinned at you and rolled his eyes “I’m always a good boy momma” he said. You shook your head at his sass, smirking as you kissed his forehead. “Bye little lion, I love you,” you said as you stood and ruffled his hair. “I love you too mommy” he said and walked away towards the other kids.

You sat at the front desk watching the clock. 3 hours left and you could pick up Leonardo and go home. The doors opened and in walked four men. They all wore leather kuttes, and a sense of danger and mystery radiated off them. The front one was blonde and ridiculously handsome. He sauntered up to the desk and ran his eyes over you. You raised your eyebrow “Can I help?” “You new here darlin?” He asked, smirking at you. Jesus Christ he was gorgeous. The other three guys looked over you, one was tall with black curly hair and piercing blue eyes. One was older with scars across his cheeks. The other was bigger, shaved head and cold dark eyes. He had a toothpick between his lips and he moved it side to side as he ran his eyes over your body. “Mhmm, first day” you smiled up at him. You noticed the president patch on his leather. Impressive, he looked young. His eyes met yours. Why did she look so familiar? He thought to himself. “Mind telling me what ward Dr Knowles is in?” He asked you. “She should be in her office, she just had a meeting” “Thank you darlin” he winked at you and walked down the hall. The man with the scars and the one with curly black hair followed him, both winking at you. The last one stayed and stared at you. “You get eyes for Christmas?” You asked him, one eyebrow raised. You saw a ghost of a smirk pass his lips and he leant over the desk, twirling the toothpick in his mouth with his tongue. “What’s your name?” He asked you. Your breath caught at the sound of his raspy voice. “(Y/n)” you told him “but if you’d looked at my name badge instead of staring at my tits you’d know that” He smirked and looked at you, his dark eyes searching your face. “Hap! Let’s go!” The curly head man yelled. Both your heads snapped as you saw the two men storming out of the hospital. 'Hap’ looked back at you, rolling the toothpick along his lips before he spoke. “See you round, little girl”

~

Leonardo was sitting next to a little blonde boy when you came to pick him up. You watched as they both played with the toy cars in front of them. You smiled, glad to know your son had made a friend. Your son was a happy boy but he didn’t get to spend much time with other kids back in Queens. “You must be (y/n) (y/l/n)” You turned and saw a woman standing there, brown hair and a warm smile on her face. “Yeah, the one and only” you smiled back at her. She laughed and held out her hand, you shook it. “I’m Tara Knowles, the one and only” she smirked back at you “that’s my son, Abel” You turned and looked at the blond boy who was still playing with the cars, both him and Leo laughing together. “And that’s mine, Leo” He turned at the sound of his name, his face lighting up when he saw you. “Momma!” He cried and ran towards you, Abel doing the same when he saw Tara. You both smiled and knelt, lifting the boys into your arms and turning towards the exit. “You new in town?” Tara asked you. “Yeah, moved here last week. Bit of a change from New York” you laughed. “Tell me about it” Tara replied rolling her eyes. “It’s a good town though, small, but the people are great” “Yeah not to mention the sexy bikers” you said. One of the nurses had told you in the staff room that Tara was married to the blond biker that had came looking for her, Jackson Teller. Tara laughed as you both walked towards your cars. “Hey you should stop by the club sometime. A lot of those sexy bikers are single” she said smirking as she sat Abel in his car seat. You laughed “thanks, but I’m not really on the market. This little guy takes up most of my time” you said as you buckled Leo into his car seat. She nodded knowingly and opened her car door “Well the offer stands. See you tomorrow (y/n)” “Yeah, see ya Tara” you said as you got in your seat and started the car. She waved as she drove off and you smiled to yourself. Looks like you’d both made a new friend on your first day.

SAMCRO The club was sat around the bar, enjoying a beer after the long day. “Jax, you gotta ask Tara about that hot little lady behind the desk” Tig said as he passed a joint to his brother. Jax laughed “Why don’t you ask Hap?” Everyone turned to Happy, who sat next to Juice. “She’s mine” was all he said as he stood and headed towards the dorms. The guys all laughed. “Shit man, what’d we miss?” Juice asked, him and Bobby exchanging looks, intrigued by the new girl at St Thomas.

~

“Did you eat all the Oreos?” You asked, one hand on your hip, the other clutching an empty box of your favourite biscuits. Leo looked up at you with his big puppy dog eyes, chocolate and crumbs all over his face. “No mommy, you ate them” he told you. You raised your eye brow “Leonardo Luciano Ortiz, your momma didn’t raise no liar” You said sternly, though there was a smirk forming on your face. “Um. Okay mommy I might have had one” Leo told you guiltily. He looked at you, your face not moving. “Mommyyyy” he moaned, knowing he’d been caught. You laughed and crouched over him and tickled his sides. “Leo you little Cookie Monster!” You laughed. “Mommy! Stop!” He chuckled. You tickled him a little longer before you stood. “Go wash your face mi vida, then you can watch cartoons while mommy cooks tea” He stood and ran towards the bathroom.

You dropped Leo off at his daycare, and started walking back to your desk. “Shit” you mumbled as you realised you’d left your phone in your car. You rummaged through your bag looking for your keys as you left the building. You were still searching for them when you walked right into a man wearing leather. You stepped back and looked up at the same face from yesterday. “Sorry,” you mumbled as you looked into his dark eyes. A smirk ghosted his lips as he looked down at you, still playing with that damned toothpick in his lips. You finally found your keys and grabbed them, stepping around the man. He grabbed your wrists and you looked at him again, raising your eyebrows. “Im Happy,” he said. God his voice was sexy. You smiled and nodded, before turning away and walking to your car. You grabbed your phone and headed towards the entrance. Happy was still standing there, watching you. “You need something, Happy?” You asked him, tilting your head to the side. He studied your face and licked his lips before he spoke. “We’re having a party on Friday. I want you there” You laughed nervously. Confused. “Look that’s real nice of you bu-” “Come with Tara” he interrupted you. You looked down at your feet and nodded. You felt his fingers under your chin and he raised your head to look at him. “I’ll see you there little girl” he spoke softly, before he bent his neck and pressed his lips against yours softly. He then turned suddenly and walked to his bike, leaving you standing there with a stunned look on your face. 'What the fuck just happened!’ Your mind screamed as you forced yourself to walk into your desk. Your hands shook as you sunk into your seat, your mind racing a hundred miles an hour. Maybe it was time to move on?

~ The rest of the week flew by as you settled into your new job. You’d spent a lot of your breaks with Tara, she told you about the Club and she was surprised that Happy had caught your eye. According to Tara he never really talked to anyone except the his brothers, he didn’t even talk to the 'croweaters’- he just slept with them. Even Jax had said to Tara that he’d never seen Happy act the way he was with a woman- especially one he barely knew. Now it was Friday and you were on your fifth cup of coffee, trying- but failing, to calm your nerves about tonight. Tara had arranged for Leo to go with Abel to her house, where they had a nanny to look after them. You weren’t sure what to expect from the night. A part of you was excited to see Happy. It had been a long time since you had had someone else in your life and maybe it was time you let someone look after you, for once. But you doubted he would be ready for a woman with a child, and if someone couldn’t be on board with Leo, they weren’t worth your time. Plus who knows, maybe all he was after was some cheap hookup. There was nothing wrong with that, you thought to yourself. You weren’t exactly 'easy’ but ever since Juan had left you’d practically been a virgin. It had been a while, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss being in the arms of a man. And hey if you were gonna have a one night stand it may as well be with someone as sexy as Happy. Once you’d finished work you drove home and made dinner before having a quick shower and getting changed. You pulled on your tight, ripped black skinny jeans and your white laced crop top. You brushed out your hair and decided to leave it out, before doing your makeup. You kept it simple, just doing a long black wing with your eyeliner and layering on the mascara. You stood back and admired your reflection. You scrubbed up pretty well. You quickly pulled your black boots on and walked into the lounge where Leo was watching cartoons. “Momma you look pretty” he said to you. “Well thank you baby” you smiled as you lifted him on to your hip. You grabbed the remote and turned the tv off before walking out the door and locking it behind you. You buckled Leo into his seat and drove over to Tara’s house.

SAMCRO

Happy sat at the bar with a beer in his hands, ignoring the crow eaters that were pawing at him. “Ah come on Hap, ya lass will be here soon” Chibs said slapping his shoulder. Happy wasn’t afraid that you wouldn’t show. He knew you would. But he was nervous. Until you had his crow on you, you were fair game and he knew what his brothers were like. You were a hot piece of ass and the minute the guys saw you he knew they’d all be trying to take you home. He sighed and stood, heading to the bathroom. Juice and Tig watched him go and laughed. “She must really be something to get the Killer nervous like this” Juice chuckled taking a swig of his beer. Tig laughed beside him “she is man, she really is” Jax joined in the laughter as Happy returned and they continued to tease him.

Tara pulled into the lot and parked the car. You got out of the passenger side nervously, playing with your hair. You could hear the music and could already see people standing around outside. Some were other members, some were girls wearing barely anything and throwing themselves at the men in leather. Tara nudged your shoulder “(y/n) you look amazing, come on,” You smiled at her and took a deep breath before walking beside her. She opened the door and you followed her inside. The music was loud and the scent of weed, sex and alcohol hit you immediately. Tara led you to the bar where Jax was now standing and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Hey darlin” he said kissing her before turning to you “look who showed” You rolled your eyes at him and smirked as he passed you a beer. You took a swig as you felt hands grab your waist. You turned slowly and smiled when you saw Happy smiling down at you. “Hey stranger” you said “Hey little girl” he said as he pressed a kiss to your lips. Juice sat on the couch with Tig, both of them laughing as they teased one of the prospects. “Look man she’s here!” Tig hissed at Juice, spitting his beer over the table. Juice couldn’t see her through the crowd so they both stood, walking up to bar so they could meet the girl that had Happy hooked. Her back was to them and Happy had his arms wrapped firmly around her waist as they talked with Jax and Tara. “Look who turned up” Tig shouted as they neared the couple. Happy smirked and the girl turned in his arms. Juice froze the minute he saw her face.

You turned around and smiled at 'Tig’ he neared you with open arms but your eyes flickered over him to the man standing there staring at you. Your whole body went numb and you dropped the beer you were holding as you met his gaze. The glass shattered on the floor, making people stare in your direction as you stood there, frozen, looking at the one face you never thought you’d see again. “Juan?”

~

You body trembled as you stepped out of Happys arms, your eyes never leaving Juice’s face. Your boots crushed the broken glass on the floor. He stared at you, his mouth open and his eyes wide. “(Y/n)” he whispered as he stepped closer to you. Happy screwed his face up and exchanged confused glances with Jax. The whole club was watching the two of you, staring at each other and creeping closer. Tears started to form in your eyes. “Juan,” you whispered. Tears started to roll down your cheeks as he moved closer to you. Your knees felt week and you gulped, looking into his eyes. He reached his hands out and held your face. “Bubba..” He whispered, his voice cracking as his fingers wiped away your tears. Something inside you snapped when you heard that. You stepped back and brought your hand to his cheek fast. Your palm collided with his cheek and a lot smacking sound echoed around the room. He grabbed his cheek and stared at you, guilt all over his face. Your mouth was dry and tears poured down your face. You stepped back again before turning towards Happy. You couldn’t look at him but you felt his eyes burning into you as you leant over and grabbed your bag. “I’m sorry” you whispered, your voice cracking as you turned and ran out of the clubhouse. Happy watched you leave before turning to Juice, who was frozen in place holding his cheek. The club exchanged glances. “What the fuck Juice?” Jax asked, breaking the silence. Juice snapped his head up and shook his head at his brothers before he ran out the door after you. You hadn’t stopped running and tears streamed down your face as your feet hit the pavement. Just keep going. You just had to keep going. Maybe then this nightmare would disappear. You heard your name being shouted but you kept going, your mind racing. Juice was here. In Charming. Jesus Christ. Your mind went to Leo and you ran faster. What were you going to do? You were just at his clubhouse. Shit, you’d just had your tongue down his brothers throat. He didn’t even know Leo existed. How was he gonna react? He was here. You turned the corner and leaned against a tree, holding your hand to your chest as you tried to catch your breath. You looked up at the sky. How were you going to fix this? He was the ghost that haunted your dreams for so many nights now. You had dreamt for so long that you would see him again but you never truly believed it was possible. And now here, in the middle of your new life, he just walked back in. All the heartbreak, the memories, everything you had been trying to forget, all the pain you had left behind you in Queens had escaped. It hit you like a slap in the face and you were overcome with emotion. He had been your home, you had built your whole life around him and when he left he took everything. He took your love and your light, he left you homeless and broken, surrounded by the walls of the empty house you once shared. It was a miracle you’d made it out alive and the only thing that kept you going was your son. Your son that he knew nothing about. Fuck. Fuck, he looked so happy. How dare he abandon you like that, leave you crying on the floor and destroy your idea of love and run away. And be happy. You had been broken for years and here he was, in California building a new life and forgetting all about the girl he had destroyed back home. Juice ran faster, determined to catch up to you. He turned the corner and saw you leaning against a tree, still as beautiful as the day he’d left, despite the tear stains down your cheeks. He slowed his pace and walked up to you slowly. You turned your head and saw Juice looking at you. “Juan.. What the fuck?” You cried as tears began falling down your cheeks again. He walked closer to you and wrapped his arms around you. He smelt like leather and weed and you sobbed into his chest, clutching the leather kutte. He stroked your hair as his own tears fell. “Let me explain, please (y/n)” You pulled back and looked into the brown eyes that had haunted your dreams for the last four years. “You left me” you whispered. Tears ran down his cheeks as he nodded. “Please (y/n) let me explain to you” You let go of his leather and stepped back, nodding slowly.

SAMCRO Happy sat at the bar, tossing another shot down his throat. “Who is she?” Tig asked no one in particular. Happy said nothing as he poured another shot. Tara cleared her throat. “(Y/n) (y/l/n), she just moved here from New York” “Queens?” Jax asked Tara nodded, looking at her old man. “Ah shit” Chibs spoke, all heads turned to him. “Juicy boy told me about a her once. He loved her but he left once he got into trouble with that club. I didn’t know it was the lass from the hospital” he said as he too took a shot. “Shit. She’s the one in his wallet. I thought she looked familiar” said Jax. He’d seen a photo of you in Juices wallet a year ago. He had asked Juice about it and he had smiled sadly and said it was his old lady. That was the first and the last time he’d ever spoken about her. Happy stood up and stormed to his dorm, all the brothers watched as he slammed the door.

With shaking hands you opened the door to your home. Leo was still at Tara’s with the sitter and you hadn't known where else to bring Juan to talk. You stepped inside and Juice followed you, his eyes watching you carefully. You sat on the sofa and stared ahead, not allowing yourself to look at him. Thank god some of his OCD had rubbed off on you in the past, none of Leo’s toys were around and you said a silent thank you to yourself. That was one conversation you weren’t ready to have yet. Not that you were even ready for this one. Juice sat on the sofa next to you, he reached out and grabbed your hand. Part of you wanted to yank your hand away. How dare he touch you, after all these years. But another part of you, a much bigger part craved the affection. God you had been in love with him for so long now that you had to fight the urge to forget everything that had happened and live happily ever after. But it wasn't that simple. It never was. You turned your body towards him and met his gaze. “(Y/n).. I.. I’m sorry. Look the day I got out, I got out early because I made a deal. The club I was working for found out. They were going to come after me. I had to protect you” “Protect me? Protect me!” You shouted, standing up. “You broke my heart Juan! You left me crying on the floor! How was that protecting me?” Juice stood up to “It was the only way (y/n) , they would have come after you too, they would have killed you” he said raising his voice. “Did they kill you, Juan?! Huh? No! You look pretty fucking alive to me.” “They wouldn't have killed me Juan, YOU killed me! Do you have any idea how it felt when you walked out on me? To hear you say that you didn’t love me? Fuck Juan did you ever love me?” You shouted, tears falling again as you paced across the living room. He nodded “Bubba I have loved you since the day I met you. I have!” He shouted when you started to protest “I loved you that night at that party and I loved you the day I left. I still fucking love you (y/n), I never stopped” Sobs took over your body and Juice walked over to you, taking you into his arms. You let him wrap his arms around you. “I love you (y/n). I’m sorry I left you, I won’t ever leave you again” he whispered. You looked up at him, your eyes red and puffy. He had no idea just how bad things had been when he left. He had no idea that he didn't just leave you, he left your unborn child. He had no idea that his son even existed. You sighed. It was now or never. “Juan, when you left-” “(Y/n) please” he interrupted you. “No Juan Carlos, listen to me.” You gulped and reached up to touch his face. “When you left, I was pregnant”

~

Happy sat on his begin is dorm room  staring at the ceiling. You were with Juice? Jealousy burned within him. He had never met anyone like you, you were so captivating. You seemed to light up a room and you were so goddamn beautiful. He couldn’t get your eyes out of his mind as he stared at his hands. The hands that had hurt so many people, the hands that had taken lives, the hands that belonged to a killer. You wouldn’t want to be with him anyway, the things he’d done.. You deserved better. He sighed standing up and heading to the bathroom.

~

Juice stared at you. His face blank and unreadable. “You were pregnant?” He asked, his voice cracking. You gulped and nodded. Shit, maybe you shouldn’t have told him. “(Y/n) I-” “No it’s okay Juan. You didn’t ask for this, I just thought you had the right to know. Look il find another job, we can be out of your life soon” “I have a kid?” He whispered still staring at you. “You have a son” you smiled at him softly. “Juan it’s okay, you didn’t know. We will leave. We’ll go back to Queens. We-” “I have a son” Juice whispered. You met his gaze. A smile began to spread on his face. “I have a son?!” He said again. You watched his face change. He wasn’t angry. Why wasn’t he angry? “Bubba if I’d known, I never would have left you” “But you did Juan. Maybe that’s my fault. Maybe I should have told you that day. Maybe not. The point is you did leave. But this isn't just about you and me anymore. I need to put him first” you said, squeezing his hand. “I want to meet him. If that’s okay” he murmured softly. “Uh yeah of course” you replied, clearing your throat nervously. You didn’t expect that he would want to meet him. You had shown Leo photos of Juice before, he knew who his father was but you never thought you would actually have to introduce them one day. You never thought you’d see Juice again, yet here you were. “I’m so sorry” Juan said as he pulled you into him. You sighed. You were too tired to argue with him again. You were still hurt, of course you were. Nothing he said could change that. But you had to think of Leo, he had a right to know his father. You couldn’t stand in the way of that. “Juan, you can meet him. But I need to know.. If you want to be a part of his life you can’t leave again. You can’t walk out on him. I know this is a lot to take in but I need to know that you want this. That you really want this. I won’t let you leave him like you left me. If your going to be in his life you need to be a constant” you said to him, looking into his eyes. “(Y/n) I will do anything for him. Please, let me meet my son” You nodded and smiled at him. “He’s at Tara’s with the nanny. I.. I can go pick him up if you want to meet him now?” Juice nodded and grinned at you. God how you’d missed that smile. “What about us?” He whispered. “This isn’t about us anymore Juan. This is about Leo” “Leo?” Juice smiled at you. You smiled back. “Leonardo Luciano Ortiz” His smile grew wide as he head his sons full name. “Your mom helped me name him. You should call her Juan, she misses you” “You’ve been hanging with my mom?!” Juice asked, his eyes wide. You laughed as you stood and grabbed your keys. “Yes Juan, and she’s shown me aaall your naked baby photos” you smirked at him as you reached for the door, laughing at the blush on his face. “I’m gonna go get Leo. Wait here” Your mind raced as you drove to Tara’s. Were you making a mistake? Maybe you should just get grab Leo and drive back to Queens. He had left you, maybe now it was your turn. No. No, Juan deserved to know his son, and Leo deserved a father. You were a great mother, loving and devoted. You would do anything for your son but it had taken a toll on you trying to play the role of a father too. You sighed as you opened the window, welcoming the cold fresh air as it filled the car. What a night! You’d never expected to see Juan at the club, you’d only gone to see Happy. Shit! Happy! You felt awful. You had really liked the guy and had enjoyed the short time you’d spent with him. He made you feel safe. Maybe in a different world, maybe at a different time, you could have really tried with him. But not now, it was never going to happen. Juan owned your heart. He always had. With him back in the picture, no one else stood a chance. Not that he was gonna get you back easy, no way. You pulled into Tara’s driveway and turned off your car. You got out, shutting the car door before walking up and knocking lightly. The nanny you’d met earlier answered and let you in. “Mommy!” Leo shouted and ran towards you. “Hello mi vida” you smiled at him and pulled him into your arms, kissing his cheeks and sitting him on your hip. “Say goodbye to Abel baby” “Bye Abel baby!” Leo called out, making you laugh. You said your goodbye to the nanny and walked out, loading Leo into his car seat. You sat in your seat and started the car. “Did you have a good night?” You asked him. “I did mommy. Abel has cool toys” “I bet he does. Mommy has a surprise for you at home.” You said, suddenly nervous. “For me?! Ooh I hope it’s a horse!” You laughed. “A horse Leonardo? Where are you gonna keep a horse?” “In my wardrobe mom” He said, as if it was obvious. “Leo do you remember when I told you about your daddy?” You asked. “You love daddy” he told you. You nodded and smiled softly. “I do baby. Your daddy is at home and he wants to meet you,” you told him, looking at him in the mirror. His face lit up and he smiled the same smile Juice had. “Daddy?!” “Yeah baby. Your daddy”

Juice sat nervously on your couch. He heard your car pull up and he stood. His hands were shaking. He had a son?! He couldn’t believe it. You opened the door and stepped inside, closing it softly as you held Leo to your hip. You walked into the lounge and saw Juice standing there nervously. He had put all your remotes in order and moved all your cushions so they were lined perfectly with the couch. The stack of magazine that had been strewn across your coffee table now sat in a neat pile. He was definitely nervous. “Leo,” you spoke softly to your son, who had suddenly turned shy and tucked himself into your neck. “Leo this is your father, Juan” You felt him shift in your arms and he looked at Juice. Juice looked at the little boy in your arms. ‘ He looked at his big brown eyes and his dark curls. “Hey little man,” he said as he stepped closer, looking at you for reassurance before he reached his arms out, holding Leo’s back softly. You nodded and shifted Leo on your hip so he could see his father properly. “Hi” Leo squeaked quietly. You smiled. In the short time that your son had been on this earth one thing he had never been was shy. You grabbed Juices hand and led him to the couch, where you both sat down and you placed Leo between you. Leo looked up at you and you smiled at him, encouraging him. He turned and looked at Juice. You watched Juice as he studied your son. “You’re my dad” Leo said. You both laughed. “Yeah little man, I’m your dad” Juice said, beaming. “Mommy loves you” Leo told him. You blushed as you felt Juices eyes on you, smiling widely. “I love your mommy” Juice told him, his eyes never leaving your face. “I’ve missed you daddy” Leo said as he moved into Juices lap and wrapped his little arms around his neck. Tears formed in your eyes as you met Juices gaze. “Yeah, I’ve missed you too Leo”

~

The smell of coffee and pancakes filled your house and you sang while you moved around the kitchen. Juice had helped you put Leo to bed last night and then you had stayed up late talking before he went back to the clubhouse. You had agreed to take Leo there this morning, Juice wanted to introduce him to the club and spend more time with him. You were nervous but had agreed as it meant you had a chance to talk to Happy. Juice hadn’t mentioned him but you felt guilty. You knew you had to explain. Leo already loved Juice, you could tell and you weren’t surprised. Despite being exhausted from last nights events you’d found it hard to sleep so you’d gotten up early, making a big breakfast for Leo. You were worried about how all of this was going to effect him. Maybe you were wrong to have introduced them so early. But fear of history repeating itself had played a large part in your decision and you wanted to bring the two together. Just incase. Incase Juan left again before you had the chance. You knew what the club life was like, Tara had warned you, and even Juice had warned you. But there was no way you could live without Juan in your life. Not anymore. You served a plate of pancakes, with bacon and blue berries and laid it on the table in front of Leo. He put his hands to his face and gaped at you. “Wow mommy!” You laughed at him, “Thank you mi vida. Eat up” You quickly served your own plate with a big cup of coffee before sitting and joining your son. “Where’s daddy?” Leo asked you. “He’s at his clubhouse baby. We’ll go there after breakfast, he wants to introduce you to his family” You smiled as his face lit up. Once breakfast was done and Leo 'helped’ you with the dishes (he tried to sit in the sink) you took him to get changed out of his wet clothes. “Mommy?” He asked you as you pulled his shirt over his head. “Leo?” “Can I get my hair like daddy’s?” You laughed and ruffled his curly brown hair, imagining him with a Mohawk. “Not in a million years mi vida” you smiled, kissing his forehead.

Juice sat at the bar next to Chibs, a mug of hot coffee in his hands. He had told them all about his son and they were all excited to meet him. Chibs had always been a fatherly figure to him in the club and he was the first person Juice had told about Leo when he got back last night. “So what’s going on with the two of yeh then juicy boy?” Chibs asked him. “I dunno man. I love her. But I hurt her real bad, she needs time” Chibs nodded. “She said we can work on it. But Leo comes first” “Aye, she’s a smart lass son” Chibs slapped his shoulder and both of them turned as Happy walked out of the hallway. He nodded towards his brothers and went to the kitchen. Juice sighed and stood up, following him. “Look man, I’m sorry” Juice sad, rubbing his head. Happy turned and stared at him, not saying anything. “There’s a lotta history there man,” Juice said, nerves growing. “Do you love her?” Happy growled. Juice turned his head and met Happys cold gaze. “I do man. I do” Happy nodded and stepped past him, he reached the door before he stopped and turned. “If you hurt her I’ll kill you”

You pulled into the lot of TM, killed the engine and hopped out. It was a warm day in Charming, the sun was burning down and there was a gentle breeze blowing your hair. You were wearing your denim shorts, forgetting how short they actually were, and an old band Tshirt that fit you perfectly. You reached into the car and got Leo out. He had insisted on wearing his black jeans and his 'Ramones’ Tshirt and you had to admit, he looked pretty cool. You grabbed his hand as you locked the car and led him towards the club house. There was a member sitting outside, you didn’t recognise him but his patch read Tacoma. You smiled at him as you walked past him, grabbing the door and pulling it open. You stepped inside and saw all the other members sitting around the club house. They all turned to look at you and you felt yourself blush. Juice stood up and walked towards you. “Daddy!” Leo yelled and ran towards him. Juice knelt down and picked him up “hey little man!” He cooed at him, grinning widely. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and kissed your cheek, you smiled and he led you to his brothers. You felt a lot of eyes on you and you met the stares, smiling at each of them and knowing they would have a lot of questions. “Guys this is (y/n), and this” Juice grinned “is our son, Leonardo Luciano Ortiz” Leo looked around at all the men wearing leather and looked at you. You leant towards him, knowing that look on his face that meant he had a question. “Mommy can I have a jacket like theirs?” Everyone laughed and you rolled your eyes, Juice beaming at you. “Maybe when your fifty mi vida,” you told him, smiling lovingly. Your eyes scanned the room until you met Happys cold gaze. He was standing at the back leaning against the bar, toothpick in his mouth and cleaning a gun and not bothering to look at the new family that everyone else was watching. You left Leo with Juice and walked over to him. “Hey Happy,”'you said nervously. He rolled the toothpick along his lips and looked at you with those dark eyes. “What are you doing little girl?” Your breath caught at the his words. You didn't know if it was his rough gravelly voice or the name he had called you and either way you didn't really care but damn did it turn you on. You sighed and sat in a stool next to him. “Can we talk?” He stared at you before he nodded, stood and grabbed your hand, leading you outside. Juice watched and felt jealousy burn within him, his eyes followed you til the door shut behind you, then Leo grabbed his attention again. Happy led you to the picnic table, which was now empty and you sat on top of it while he stayed standing. He didn’t say anything, just watched you and played with his toothpick. “I’m sorry Happy” your voice shook as you stared down at your hands. Jesus, he wasn’t making this easy for you. “Me and Juan.. There’s a lot of history there. I didn’t know he was here. I haven’t heard from him in four years. If I’d known I-” you stopped, unable to get your words out. Happy stepped closer to you and ran his fingers along your cheek. You looked up at him and saw his jaw clenching. God this man was sexy. You bit your lip as he lifted your chin. “Do you love him?” He growled. You eyes met his and you nodded. “I do” Happy didn’t say anything else, just nodded and leant towards you. He pressed a kiss softly to your lips and you moaned gently. He pulled back from you and studied your face. “If he hurts you, I’ll kill him” he growled before he stalked back inside. Juices head snapped as he heard the door open and Happy walked in. He met his gaze and nodded, before going back to the bar and his gun cleaning. A minute later you walked back inside. You walked and sat next to Juice, who was laughing at Tig and Chibs play with Leo. “You okay bubba?” He asked you quietly. You smiled and nodded. Your mind raced. Were you okay? Not really. You’d been in love with Juice for years. You had no doubt in your mind that you loved him. So why did you feel so empty after talking to Happy? That kiss had sent fire burning through your body and you couldn’t keep your mind off him. You loved Juan. You knew you did. But were you falling for Happy too?

~

You sat at the bar with Tig laughing together. The two of you had become close over the last few months. “Hey (y/n)?” He asked you, his face growing serious now. You looked at him and smiled “What’s up Tiggy?” “What’s going on? With you and Juice?” You sighed. You weren’t really sure yourself. You’d been spending a lot of time together, he even crashed at your house a lot- on the couch that is. “I dunno Tiggy. Honestly? I wish I could hate him for the way he left me. Except that I don’t. I wish I did- fuck I wish I could. Maybe that’s what real love is.. Not hating someone when you should” you sighed and took a sip of your beer. “He loves you, doll.” Tig told you, wrapping his arm around you. “I know,” you nodded. You had tried to forget what had happened, but how could you forget four years? You understood his reasons for leaving. It was selfish and stupid but you understood. But he knew where you were. He could have called you, just once. Just to say that he was alive, cause god only knows how many sleepless nights you spent with tear stained cheeks, shouting to the stars, begging them to bring you home safely. You still loved him, of course you did. But lately you were beginning to wonder if it was enough. If it could ever be enough. Juice walked in as you finished your beer and smiled when he saw you. “Hey Bubba, where’s Leo?” He asked as he kissed your cheek. “He’s outside with Abel and Chibs” you smiled at him. He reached down and squeezed your hand “Can we talk?” He asked you. You nodded, turning to kiss Tigs cheek and whispering a thank you before you followed Juice to his dorm. He shut the door softly behind you and you sat on his bed. “(Y/n).. What are we doing?” He asked you softly. You sighed and looked up at him as he came to stand in front of you. “I don’t know Juan” you told him truthfully. “I love you (y/n). I do and I’m sorry that I left you” “Juan stop. Stop apologising. I get it okay? Yeah it still hurts but I will get over it. You’re here now. Leo needs you” you smiled at him. He knelt in front of you and grabbed your hands. “Do you love me?” He asked you. “I do Juan.” You whispered, your voice shaking. “You know I do.” “Are you in love with me?” He asked you, whispering now too. You felt tears roll down your cheeks. “Juan” you whispered, squeezing his hands. “I’ve been in love with you since the day I met you. But I..” You stopped as sobs began to take over your body. “I think I got used to loving someone that wasn’t here” you cried. He pulled you into his chest as you sobbed, patting your hair gently. “I know bubba. I love you, so much (y/n), I do” he said, tilting your face so he could look at you. “But it doesn’t feel the same anymore” his voice cracked and tears began to form in his eyes. You sobbed into his chest, feeling your heart break all over again. Deep down you knew this was coming. Too much had happened, too much time had passed, too much had changed. You still loved him with every inch of your soul but you were realising maybe it was a different kind of love. Maybe you loved him as your best friend, as the father to your child, as a memory of a time when you were breathtakingly happy.   “I love you Juan, I always will” you sobbed as you held his face between your hands. “I know bubba. I will always love you” he whispered. You wiped the tears falling from his cheeks and you both sat like that, wrapped in each other’s arms. “What happens now?” You ask him. “I don’t know (y/n),” he whispered, smiling. “I forgive you Juan, for leaving. You need to know that” He looked down at you and smiled sadly, before kissing your cheek. “I know (y/n), I know”

Six months had passed and you were a lot happier. You and Juice had decided to remain just friends. It was hard sometimes, you admitted, you still had feelings for him buried deep inside but you knew it was best to stay friends. He still came over nearly every night, eating Chinese with you and Leo, or even watching him so you could pick up extra shifts at work. Things were good. There was a party tonight at the clubhouse, the Tacoma charter was coming down so it was supposed to be big. You had agreed to go with Juice, you missed hanging out with the guys. You dropped Leo off at Tara’s house, where she was staying with Abel and drove over to TM. You pulled in and rolled your eyes. Juice hadn’t told you just how big this party was going to be. The lot was full of motorcycles and men, all wearing leather. There were more crow eaters here than normal. If there were this many people outside, you knew inside would be even more crowded. You got out of the car, making sure to lock it. The music was loud and you could barely hear it over the sound of laughter and voices. You smiled and headed inside. “(Y/n)!” You heard a name shout as you neared the entrance to the club house. You laughed as a very drunk Tig came charging at you and picked you up by the waist. “Hey Tiggy” you grinned at your friend. “You look stunning” he slurred as he put you down and slapped your ass, causing you to laugh again. “Thank you Alex” you winked at him and twirled, showing off your outfit while he pretended to take photos with an imaginary camera. Juice was sitting at the bar and he got up when he saw you. He greeted you and led you to Opie and a pretty blond girl. “(Y/n) this is Lyla” juice told you “I’ve heard so much about you!” Lyla smiled at you. You laughed and raised your eyebrows at Juice who blushed, and Opie who just shrugged. “I’m sure you have” “Cmon, let’s get a drink” Lyla grabbed your hand and led you to the bar. Juice sat next to Happy and looked at him. “Hey, Killer?” Happy looked at him and raised an eyebrow. “Look Hap, I know you like her” Happy grunted and Juice rolled his eyes. “Why haven’t you made a move? You know that me and her are just friends. You’ve barely even talked to her” That was true. Happy had kept his distance despite knowing you and Juice weren’t together. Happy grunted and rolled his toothpick between his lips. “Do you still love her?” He growled. Juice sighed and looked at his hands. “I will always love her Hap. But we can’t be together, we both know that. If you want to be with her, you should go for it. She deserves to be happy” he put an emphasis on the last word and smiled goofily at his pun. They both looked at you, laughing at the bar with Lyla. Happy nodded slowly and slapped Juices shoulder. “Thank you, brother” he said as he stood. “But Hap,” Juice said before Happy walked away. He turned at looked at Juice, waiting for him to continue. “If you hurt her, I’ll kill you”

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I’ve Missed You

When I first started writing this, I had a general idea of where I wanted to go with it, but when I receive this request it helped give me some new ideas and motivated me to finish it! Feel free to send me requests any time!! ☺️

Reader x Juice where he comes home to you after a particularly dangerous run.

Warnings: Smut, and a few swears.

Word Count: 2118

Masterlist

“Shit, Jax, is everyone okay?!”

Tara’s frantic demeanour wasn’t helping with your nerves. You paced back and forth on the cold flooring of Jax and Tara’s kitchen floor, waiting for her to end her conversation and fill you in.

“Yeah- Yes okay, I can do that...” she paused and you held your breath, waiting for any sign of what was going on. “Okay. See you soon... Jax. I love you.” The tremor in her voice put you on edge, but you tried to keep your cool.

“What the hell happened?!” Tara turned her gaze away from you towards the front door where a very distraught Lyla was rushing towards you two.

“Jax said something about a shootout, a couple of the guys are injured-“

Before she could finish her sentence you jumped in, “Who was hurt?!”

“I- I’m sorry Y/N, I don’t know. Jax didn’t say.”

“What can we do to help?” Lyla’s entire attitude flipped, and you could tell she meant business.

“Uhh yes okay. I have some medical supplies in our storage closet. Y/N, you come with me. Lyla, grab some towels and alcohol. Lots of alcohol.”

You followed Tara, gathering anything you could find that might help, and met Lyla back in the kitchen. The three of you couldn’t sit still, and those 10 minutes of waiting were agonizing.

Finally, the roar of motorcycles filled the air as the guys pulled into the driveway, followed by the van. Storming out the front door, the three of you did what you could to help the injured Sons into the house.

Tara assessed everyone’s wounds meticulously. Chibs had a few deep gashes on his right forearm, Tig had taken a bullet in his thigh, and Juice was lucky, a bullet had nearly missed him, grazing his left bicep.

Once all the commotion died down and Tara was tending to the more serious injuries, you rushed across the room and right into Juice’s arms.

“Oh my sweet girl, I’ve missed you so much,” he whispered against your hair, as his strong arms pulled you close. Breathing in deep, you took comfort in the familiar scent. “I missed you too, Juan.” Looking up at him, he kissed your forehead and squeezed you tight once more.

With Chibs and Tig now bandaged up, it was finally time for Tara to take a look at Juice’s arm. Luckily it didn’t take much at all; no stitches, just a tight bangade and some Advil.

Before you knew it, you were back at your apartment, ready to call it a night, when all the stress from the day finally started catching up with you.

Juice stood in front of the dresser as he pulled his shirt over his head. Walking up behind him, you gently caressed his arms with your hands, placing a kiss between his shoulder blades. As he turned around, you instinctively nuzzled yourself against his chest, wrapping your arms around his waist and holding on tight. In no time at all his arms were around you, too.

Sighing against his warm skin, you looked up at him, tears welling in your eyes, “Juan, something terrible could have happened to you..” You trailed off, trying your best to push the “what if’s” aside.

A growing concern in his eyes, Juice whispered back to you, “I know, I know. I’m so sorry..”

You started to think of all the things you and Juice have done together, and just how much you would miss him if you ever lost him. From your first date at the coffee shop down the street, to the sprawling highways flying by as you two rode his motorcycle, and all the videos games he claims you won because he was “going easy on you”.

It didn’t take long for your mind to go elsewhere, too, as the feeling of his bare skin against your cheek made you blush. If anything were to ever happened to him, you would miss A LOT of things, but there was only one thing you could focus on right now.

Turning your head slowly, you kissed him between the two skulls on his chest. You felt his tense muscles relax, and an urge deep inside you took over. Sliding your hand down his back to his ass to pull him even closer, you began trailing kisses along his skin, up his neck to his cheek, stopping right beside his lips.

“Wow, I’m- I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me. I was just thinking of all the things I would miss if you were gone and-“

He cut you off and said teasingly, “And this was at the top of your list, huh?”

Flustered, you mumbled a mix of, “Uhh- oh, no no- I umm- I just- there are a lot of things- umm-“ as you struggled to put your thoughts into words.

“I knew you only liked me for my body.”

You snapped your gaze up at him, a desperate look on your face as you tried to convince him that this was not your first thought. That’s when you saw the cheeky grin on his face, and you let out an embarrassed laugh, making him laugh right along with you.

Your voice was shaky, but you finally relaxed and explained just what had gone through your mind. “There are so many things I would miss if anything ever happened to you Juan..” Bringing one hand up to caress his cheek softly you continued, “SO. Many. Things. I- I don’t even know where to start. I love you more than you could ever imagine..”

The smile on his face was soft and kind, with a hint of his mischevious thoughts slipping through. “It’s just..well you know, you were gone for so long this time, and coming home the way you guys did, it really scared me..But on the other hand..” You paused for a second, not knowing if you should continue.

“But what?” he encouraged through a light laugh.

“But..when I saw you across the kitchen at Tara’s, I almost couldn’t help myself. If there hadn’t been other people in the room I- well, let’s just say I wanted to do a lot more than just hug you.”

“Is that so?” Meeting his eyes again, you nodded slowly. He added in a low voice, “Then why don’t you show me just what it is you wanted to do?”

He didn’t need to ask twice. In the blink of an eye your lips were on his, kissing him deep; passionate. His hands found their way into your hair, calming any nerves that had built up the last few weeks.

Breaking away from his lips reluctantly, you ran your hands down his arms to his hands, intertwining your fingers in his. Leading him across the room, you turned as you reached the bed and pushed him down playfully.

“I wanted to jump into your arms and wrap my legs around your waist.” You spoke sensually, as you climbed onto the bed, straddling his lap.

“Mhmm- What else?” he asked as he gave your ass a playful squeeze.

“Well, I wanted to run my hands along your body. Like this-“ You trailed your fingers down his chest, over his abs, to his belt buckle. You felt his breathing stop as you undid his buckle with one hand, while caressing him through his pants with your other hand.

Juice leaned forward and kissed your neck longingly. He let out a low growl as you reached into his boxers and wrapped your hand around his member. “Then I wanted to stroke you until you were hard.” You started running your hand up and down his shaft, ”But it looks like you’re already there, so I guess I can jump straight to my favourite part.”

Before he knew what hit him, you were on your knees in front of him, pulling his pants off completely. “So- your- your favourite part- huh?” he asked between deep breaths. Seeing how breathless he already was only encouraged you more. You responded by running your tongue up his shaft, followed by you swirling your tongue around the tip.

“Oohhhh..” His moans set your whole body on fire, as you took him completely in your mouth. “Damn, Y/N, I’ve REALLY missed you.”

As you continued the heavenly motions with your lips, your hands matching their pace, you felt his hands in your hair. You had really missed making the man you loved feel good.

With one final twirl of your tongue, you pulled your lips off of him. Licking your lips, you stood up and turned your back to him. You could feel his eyes glued to you, as you slowly pulled your shirt over your head.

Reaching behind your back, you undid your bra and dropped it to the floor. You undid the zipper on your jeans and bent forward as you pulled them down, taking your underwear along with them.

You heard Juice stand up, and soon felt his warm hands on your hips. Turning around to face him again, both of you completely exposed, he whispered, “So what else did you want to do to me?”

With a shaky breath in, you admitted, “Well, Mr. Ortiz. It was more what I wanted you to do to me..”

“Is that right?” His voice was low and rough.

You cleared your throat, looking up to make eye contact with him. “Yes.”

“Tell me what you want me to do, my girl.”

Wrapping your arms around the back of his neck, you jumped, encircling his waist with your legs. His strong hands supported you under your thighs as you kissed him hard, then whispered against his lips, “I want you to make love to me.”

He laid you on your back on the edge of the mattress, standing at the foot of the bed. With your legs still holding him captive, he extended two fingers and motioned for you to open your mouth. Slipping them between your lips, you sucked gently, making him smile wide. Pulling his fingers out of your mouth, he slipped his hand between your bodies and brushed past your clit, pushing them inside.

You let out a low moan as he pointed out, “Mmm, you’re already so wet for me.”

“Always.”

In one swift motion, Juice removed his fingers, and pushed his hard length inside you. A small gasp escaped your lips as he leaned forward, his strong arms boxing you in, making it impossible to focus on anything but him.

Moving your hips in time with his, Juice brushed a few strands of hair out of your face and kissed your forehead. His slow, steady pace was just what you needed. You’d missed him so much and you really wanted to feel him.

Your hands found their way to his back, pulling his body against yours. Your nails digging into his skin, along with your soft moans, told Juice he was definitely doing something right.

The strong sensation in your body was growing more and more with every thrust, and you knew you weren’t going to last much longer. Kissing his lips passionately you murmured, “I’m really close, Juan. I’m so- so close.”

Your breathing hitched and Juice kept moving, trying to draw out your orgasm as long as possible. Your whole body was in pure ecstasy, his steady rhythm becoming more uneven with every thrust.

Though you were still recovering from your high, Juice pulled out of you and began stroking himself feverishly. Wanting to do whatever you could to make him feel as good as he always made you feel, you reached down and took over for him. Moving your hand at a fast and steady pace, you kept it up as he leaned forward, his breath hot and heavy against your neck.

It didn’t take long until he spilled himself on your stomach, but you kept up with your movements until he flinched ontop of you. With a breathy laugh, he wrapped his hand around yours and pulled it off of his length.

With his muscles finally giving out, he collapsed on top of you. Your legs still wrapped around his waist, you pulled him close and kissed his neck tenderly. Once he caught his breath, Juice rolled off of you and onto his side. Turning to face him, you placed a hand on the side of his face and rubbed your thumb lovingly against his cheek.

“So.. you missed me THAT much, hey?” he teased. You simply laughed and nuzzled your head into his chest.

Placing a kiss on your forehead, he pulled you close and you both laid there for quite some time, taking comfort in being back in each other’s arms.

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