#juice fanfic
Juice Ortiz Imagine
some smut
JUICE POV
The fight with the league felt more like a waste of time then to actually settle anything. None of use really got anything then a few cuts, bruises and busted knuckles. If only Hale minded his businesses we could’ve settled this and the lockdown would be over.
At this point all I wanted to do was get back to my dorm and shower. I felt all the noise in my head going crazy and I just needed piece and quiet for a second. Thought with the lockdown that’t not really going to happen.
Getting back to the clubhouse felt lack luster. It was like everyone there was expecting something big, something to let them go home. The clubhouse always had someone in and out but this was packed to another level.
I hurried to my dorm making my way past everyone as fast as I could. I walked in freezing, something felt off. I slowly peeled off the dirty dark hoodie and pants from my body throwing them in my hamper.
“Get out!” I heard a loud scream before a body of lotion came hitting my chest.
“Y/N what the fuck you doin in my room?” I asked smirking looking at the petite women with the towel wrapped in a small towel. I couldn’t help myself as my eyes travel over her body that was still wet after the shower. I noticed her eyes doing the same to me.
“It was the only clean room I can find.” Y/n said holding on to her towel like dear life.
“Well you more then welcome to bunk with me.” I said teasing her loving how her face turned red. Normally I was clumsy, I couldn’t flirt for shit, I would stutter but with Y/N it all came out smooth.
“no way.” She huffed out putting up her stubborn front like always.
‘Well you don’t have many options unless your gonna stay with everyone else out there?” I said slowly stepping closer to her.
“Or you can go stay out there somewhere.” She said watching me very careful as a stalked closer to her.
“And pass this opportunity up? never.” I said smirking down at her. I was taller, looking down at her large doe eyes.
“God you’re so irritating Juan Carlos.” She huffed out but didn’t move away from me.
“I love it when you call me that.” I said smirking down at her. I couldn’t help myself around her.
“By what? Your name?” She said squinting her eyes glaring me just a little only making it that much harder to hold myself back. But why the fuck am I holding myself back. Worst case she’ll slap me.
“Shut up.” I said before grabbing her cheeks in my hands and pressing my lips down against hers hard. Y/N gasped but her lips responded naturally against my own. Her small hands gipped my at my arms trying to pull me down towards her.
One hands traveled to the back of her neck gripping her hair as I deepened the kiss and the other traveled down her backside. Her hands travled her nails scratching at my chest. Guess Y/N was just as desperate as I was.
“Shit” She mumbled as I felt the towel slip to the floor as her body was pressed against mine. I pulled away looking down at her perfectly sculpted curves.
“God Y/N better then it could ever imagine.” I mumbled before leaning back down and capturing her lips.
“Juice.” She mumbled into the kiss, her teeth grazing my lips as she slipped her tongue into my mouth. My arm slipped down under her ass picking her up. She quickly wrapped her legs around me as I walked across the room.
I threw he down on my bed standing in between her legs. Her face was pink as she watched me. I smirked before letting myself down licking up all her wetness. My hands gripped her thighs holding her in place. I knew exactly what I was doing to her as I felt her shake under me.
“Juice.” Y/N groaned out as her tights grasped around me. I smirked before moving up placing scattered kisses across her soft skin. Never ever felt skin so soft before.
“I’m not done with you yet. “ I whispered before kissing her again.
“Me neither” She mumbled back as her hands pulled at the waist band of my boxers. I could feel her warm hands clasp around me. I quickly grabbed her wrist before flipping her over, her ass looking more inviting then ever before.
“Tell me you want this.” I mumbled as I lined myself up.
“Juan Carlos put it in.” She said sending me that glare. That’s all I needed before slipping in.
“Shit Y/N” I groaned as I pounded into her. The room filled with the sound of my hips meeting her ass that bounced back with ease.
“Don’t stop.” She mumbled into the pillow, her face down, ass up. This didn’t even feel real anymore. There was so many times I imagined her in this position in the office.
“Fuck.” I groaned one last time before pulling out letting my load over her ass.
“Not bad Juan Carlos.” Y/N said smirking up as me as she got out the bed walking back to my bathroom to clean up. What the fuck did I get myself into now?
Juice Ortiz Imagine
Juice found himself excited when the first of the month came around again. He only got to see you twice a month. It’s ben a few months of the sons dealing the the Russian mafia. And no one was complains as the cash was coming in faster then they where able to spend it.
He felt a little stupid as he checked his reflection once again. He was meeting you at the ship yard, he had your half of the profits in a few suit cases like always. But you where never late. It was the same thing each time the 1st and 15th of the month at 2 pm. You where always already there waiting for them.
“Ah Juice!” Sergey yelled over to the biker.
“Where’s Y/N?” Juice asked looking around with no sign of you at all. He hated how you felt a dread in his heart at the thought of not seeing you.
“ты скучал по мне? (You missed me)?” You asked coming up smiling at the tattooed Puerto rican in front of you. Juice gulped when he saw you, he still wasn’t used to seeing you all dressed up all the time. When you where staying with him you just had on a samcro hoodie or t shirt with sweat pants.
But now every time he saw you to drop off the money you where always dolled up. You looked a lot different from when he got you from the Irish. All the bruises and cuts where healed up, you almost had a glow to you.
You looked perfect almost like a barbie doll. You had on a simple gray plaid pencil skirt that was a little on the shorter side around your curves. A black turtle neck was tucked in as you wore a larger blazer. And those damn red bottom heels seemed to be your favorite.
Juice felt all the air in his lungs gone as his eyes traced your long legs , how you almost floated in the heels. He didn’t understand how you where comfortable and how easily you made your way around in them. Every time you meet him for the exchange your in some sort of high end luxury clothes, everything looked perfect on you.
“Your looking great.” Juice said smiling over at you as you held on to his fore arm leaning closer placing a kiss on each of his cheeks.
“Спасибо милый (Thank you love)” You said smiling up at him.
“You know I have no idea what your saying” You said looking at you like a lost puppy.
“I know.” You said giving him another smile.
“Well this is for you.” Juice said handing over the book bag that was filled with cash form the last gun runs.
“Yuri.” You called as the large body guard walked over taking the bag.
“Are you staying in town long?” Juice let slip out worried that you’d already be heading out.
“I could be.” You said giving him a flirty smile. God it only took him 5 months to finally say something. You where thinking that maybe all the flirting was one sided.
“Do you want to grab dinner?” He asked with a slight pink blush over his cheeks.
“Thought you’d never ask.” You said smirking grabbing on his his arm letting him lead you away.
“How do you feel about taco?” He asked giving you that smile again. You smiled nodding before getting on the bike with him.
Soon he pulled up in San Francisco right at the park to over look the Golden gate bridge. The sun was just setting making the sky a panting of pinks and orange.
Juice ordered two boxes of Tacos from the food truck before walking over to you. He couldn’t stop watching you as you leaned over the railer looking awh struck.
“Here you go.” He said before jumping over sitting down. He followed him sitting right beside him, your side pressed against his.
“These are so good.” You mumbled enjoying the spicy tacos.
“I come here a lot when I need to get away from Charming for a little.” Juice said smiling.
“Sometimes I wish I could just ran away form everyone too. But then I realize I’m in charge and there’s no where I could run.” You told him sighing as you rested against him. This felt like you where a normal couple on a normal date. Not a biker and the leader of the mafia.
“Have you ever thought about what it’d be like if you grew up in a normal family… away from all this?” You asked looking up at Juice to see he was already looking down at you.
“Sometime but I think I’d end up here either way. Plus we wouldn’t have met if we where both normal outstanding citizens.” Juice said as his hand rested on your thigh.
“I don’t think I know how to be normal.” You told him honestly. Your life has always been business deals, gangs and gun supplies. You never even knew what normal would be.
“Good thing I don’t either.” Juice said making you laugh. He slowly leaned down his eyes never leaving your. You rolled your eyes before pushing your lips against his enjoying the warmth and comfort you got form him.
Maybe it was faith when two twisted paths come together.
Juice Ortiz Imagine
The pounding in your head woke you up. You still couldn’t open your eyes but you could tell you weren’t in the warehouse anymore. You slowly peaked through your eye lashes taking in your surroundings. It was an empty white room. You where handcuffed to the stool your arms under you. Great from the Irish freaks to the Bikers.
You still where stripped in your panties and bra but you had a warm flannel on and buttoned up giving you a little bit of warmth, but goosebumps still covered your skin. You slipped off the stool but it didn’t bulge. Dead locked on to the floor.
What the fuck is this place. Your though as you slipped down trying to get to the door. You reached out your foot easily reaching the door handle. Locked.
“Shit.” You grumbled as you knocked over a water bottle. You quickly got back to your stool stomping over like you never moved.
“Is she awake?” Tig asked as he heard noise from the empty studio room.
“Let’s go check on our little Russian friend.” Clay said as they walked in the room finding you in the same position they left you.
“Shouldn’t she be awake by now? The fuck you do to her Tig?” Jax asked as the 4 men walked in the door.
“Check her pulse.” Clay ordered Tig. He slowly made his way to you. Your skin felt cold as he pressed his fingers to your neck, but he could feel your pulse under his fingers.
“She’s fi-” Tig got cut off as you swung your body up your legs interlocked against his neck dropping him to his knees. Your tightened your hold making sure his air way was stopped. He fell to the floor with a thud as you pushes all your weight against him.
“Shit!“Jax yelled as him and Juice hurried over. Juice hands went to your thighs trying to pulled them apart even a little to let Tig slip out. He felt bad as he felt you flinch under his grip. He was never one to put his hands on a women, especially a really pretty one.
“That Russian bitch!” Tig yelled as Jax pulled him away. All Tig could see was red.
“Does she speak English?” Clay asked studying you but not getting too close to you. Your where an unknown threat to them for now. And from the looks of it, pretty dangerous.
“No I don’t think so.” Tig mumbled giving your a threatening look.
“Who are you?” Clay asked looking down at you trying to see if you would say anything. But you knew better not to speak english, not just yet. You still didn’t know who they where and what they wanted.
“Juice you stay watch. Anything she does let me know. I need to make some calls.” Clay said as everyone made their way out.
“Always has me babysitting.” The Puerto Rican mumbled to himself before getting comfortable on the floor leaning against the wall farther from you. He brought his laptop out, looking up at you every few minutes. He has a weary feeling under your gaze. Juice could feel your eyes watching his ever move, studying him.
You smirked as you watch the tattooed man. He was quit cute you thought as you where checking him out. Juice was younger then the rest of them but you can tell he was part of the club. He had this spark to him you couldn’t figure out.
“Sure I’m not busy, I got nothing else to do but what the Russian spy. Not like I have a million other things to catch up on.” Juice mumbled to himself as he browsed the data base. Clay tasked him to found your your name since you won’t talk.But it’s not like he had much to go off of to find you. Maybe your face.
“Hmm what’s your name?” Juice asked driving himself mad being all by himself as you didn’t move or say a word.
“Russian hmmm Natasha?” Juice asked looking for some kind of response from you.
“Olga?” He guessed again but still got nothing. This went on for hours as he thought of any Russian sounding names. But nothing from you but a few eyes rolls. Juice felt like maybe you understand him.
“Maybe you don’t have a name. Like the Russian spy movies.” Juice said rubbing his chin.
“Like black widow?” He said smirking as he looked over you. He wouldn’t mind seeing you in a all black suit.
“How much can you talk Jesus Christ.” You mumbled slumping back. Your Russian accent was very noticeable but not as heavy as Juice imaged. This guy went on and on for hours. Who knew just talking your ear off we get you to break.
“You know English!” He said standing up and slowly coming closer to you. And all this time you just let him talk, god Juice thought you wouldn’t understand anything he was saying. He was slightly embarrassed from over sharing now.
“How about I give you 2 million cash and you just let me go no questions asked.” You offered giving him a sly smile.
“Let you go where?” Juice asked crossing his large arms across his body. You couldn’t let him distract you, though you craved a male touch. It’s been too long in that box.
“What did you not get about no questions.” You sassed rolling your eyes. Juice just took out his phone to call Clay.
“No don’t.” You said but Juice already texted them.
“Who are you?” Juice asked as he stood a foot away from you. His brown eyes scanned over you.
“Russian mafia who else sweeite.” You said rolling your eyes at the innocent man in front of you. Something about him looked rugged and dangerous but you saw through him.
“So she speaks.” Clay said walking in the room. You didn’t say anything your eyes just stayed glued at Juice.
“I suppose.” You said your Russian accent very thick.
“What are you doing in California?” Clay asked knowing he needed more information from you. He didn’t like how bleak you where being.
“I guess I am very far from home. “ You mumbled angry that the Irish dragged you across the goddam country.
“From Russia?” Juice asked with a raised eyebrow. He seemed to do that without realizing it. He was so easy to read.
“No, well yes. I live in New York, some of the time.” You stated still not ready to let them know much.
“Why did the Irish have you in a cage?” Tig asked getting to the point.
“Oh I am not to sure, maybe you should ask them?” You said with a half smile.
“Don’t play dumb.” Tig said snapping before smacking you across the face.
“You hit like a bitch.” You said back not evening flinching. You’ve been hit harder, this was nothing. These bikers didn’t scare you, not even the slightest. They are very mistaken on who you where. Juice felt bad looking at you with those puppy eyes.
“Tig get out of here.” Clay said threatened not wanting you to go back to the silence treatment.
“What ties do you have with the Russian mafia?” Jax asked but you didn’t respond.
“I want a shower, and dinner maybe some dark red wine.” You stated your demands, tried of this stupid game.
“You are in no place to make demands darlin.” Jax said as he raised his arm exposing’s the gun tucked away in his pants.
“Shower and dinner, or I will not say another word. You can beat me or kill me but I guess you will not know about the Irish or the gun pipeline.” You said rolling your eyes. Jax looked at Clay not sure what to do with you.
“We can make that happen.” Clay said grabbing something from his pocket.
“What are you doing? She’s just going to make a move to escape.” Jax said question Clay choices with the girl.
“Juice come here.” Clay said motioning to un do the zip ties off your wrists. Within a second he grabbed our wrist cuffing you tightly. Then he grabbed Juice arms cuffing you to him.
“Go let her shower and I will have the prophet get dinner for her.” Clay ordered Juice.
“What the hell?” Juice said pulling at the metal on his wrist.
“So she doesn’t try and escape. Juice is heavy even if she knocks him out or kills him she wont be able to go no where, he’s heavy.” Clay said leaving the room.
“I could cut off his hand.” You stated looking at his wrist. If you had to be cuffed at least it was with him.
“I really need this hand man.” Juice grumbled making a few of the other guys snicker behind him.
“Don’t you dare try anything.” Jax threatened before giving Juice a looked and making his way out as well. Juice looked down at you as you stood right behind him, a little too close as he felt your body heat invade his space.
“Uh let’s go.” He mumbled not sure what to do. Why is he always thrown into this shit.
“Y/n” You stated giving him a small smile. You needed at least one person on your side. Juice nodded before turning away form you leading you back to the club house dorms. You must have tripped a few times trying to keep up with his longer strides.
“Sorry about this.” He mumbled as he pulled you into his dorm. He grabbed a few things from his closet before leading you into the bathroom.
“How am I suppose to undress?” You asked bringing your arm up that was links to his. Juice brought out his knife cut the sleeve all the way off.
“Hurry up.” He stated turning around. You simply took off the rest not really shy being naked in front of him. You watched his back as he leaned against the wall away from you. You slipped in the shower bringing his hand in with you. This must not be comfortable for him.
Juice just stood there his eyes closed. He was fighting every fiber in his body not to turn and look at you. Or to look up and see you naked in the mirror. He wasn’t blind, you where beyond beautiful. He’s never been so captivated by someone before. It was like you where fake, a fairy tale almost. Nothing about you seemed real to him.
His heart was hammering in his chest when he heard the shower turn off. He felt you climbing out the shower his arms a little numb from just holding it out. He was tryin got be a gentleman, give you some space. He felt like he couldn’t breath the whole time you dried yourself. He felt his hand brush against your soft skin when you got dressed in the hoodie and sweat pants.
“Thank you.” You said as you watched him closely. Juice felt nervous under your gaze. He nodded before leading you back. Juice brought you into the Chapel sitting next to you. Clay, Jax and Tig where already there waiting.
“Enjoy.” Clay said motioning to the food. It was a slice of pizza and a beer. You tried not to use your right hands not to move Juice too much.
“So why did the Irish have you looked up in that petty little glass box?” Tig asked as he lite up a smoke.
“They where mad at me.” You stated taking another sip of the beer. You eyes watched the very carefully.
“And why where they mad at you?” Clay asked finally playing along with your game. There was no other way he would get any information from you.
“I cut them off their gun supply.” You stated deciding they don’t seem like much of a treat to you. Non of the sons where expecting that.
“Sons of Anarchy, Samcrow.” You stated knowing more about them then they would know about you.
“The Irish bought my guns, They sold them to you for double the cost, maybe triple I don’t know. They sold across the west coast for me. But they got a little too greedy, so we cut them off the gun supply. I was in New York dealing with the Italians. They are my distributors for the east coast.” You said letting them know how much power you really held.
“Who are you to the Romanoves mafia?” Clay asked realizing that you knew more then you let out.
“I am Romanove.” You said finishing the beer before crossing your arms. Juice hand rested on your other wrist trying to find a comfortable position.
“Surgery Romanove is in charge of all the Russian guns.” Clay stated only making you laugh.
“Surgery is my sweet stupid cousin. He is only the face of the mafia. I make all decisions, it is my enterprise, it is all my gun factories and connections. He is not smart to run a business.” You said as you grabbed another beer.
“He is, how do you say? Playing a part? It is to keep me safe. If no one know who’s really in charge, no one knows my name or my face. I stay out of danger while I using Surgery to make all my deals.” You said truthfully.
“So you run the whole show behind the curtains.” Clay mumbled still trying to figure out if he should trust you or not.
“Then how did the Irish get you?” Jax asked still not believing everything you where saying.
“ caught them, I cut them off. I suppose they where following Surgery and thought they could use me to blackmail Sergey. They ambushed me during the Fashion show in New York.” You said rolling your eyes still pissed that you missed out certain things.
“And how are we suppose to believe anything you say?” Tig asked glaring at you.
“I can make you a deal. You get all my guns for the west coast, Sell them to who ever you want, 50-50 split No more struggling to get guns you can get them right off the boat.” You said leaning over the table looking at Clay.
“How are we to trust you on this?” Clay asked. This would be a very big move for the sons.
“You do not need to trust me. I have a shipment coming in from Alaska on the 1st and the 15 every month. I need protection from the Irish, until my Cousin and my mafia come and get me.” You stated knowing you would rather deal with he sons then the Irish. Plus you still needed to move all your inventory for the west coast.
“Deal but you staying under eyes till the first, until we get the guns.” Clay said holding out his hand. You nodded shaking his hand.
