Author’s Note: This is a Juan-Carlos “Juice” Ortiz imagine based on You Don’t Own Me by Grace feat. G-Eazy as requested by the lovely @thejulietfarciertlove as well as imagine number 9 for MMW. This imagine is rated T+ for language mild adult themes. I hope you all enjoy.
“What the hell has gotten into you Aria?” Juan’s voice
follows her as she storms into her house. She undresses as she goes, and when
she makes it to the stairs she turns to look at him, a storm raging in her
“What’s gotten into me?” Aria demands turning to look at
him. His face is twisted with confusion and when she sees it she rolls her
eyes. “You really don’t get it do you Juan?”
“Get what?” he asks throwing his hands in the air.
“I can’t stand when you parade me around the clubhouse,” she
says turning on her heels, feet pounding as she climbs the stairs.
“What are you talking about?” he asks following close behind
“You know what I mean! You insist I come to these parties
even though you know none of the other girls like me and then you spend the
whole time walking around making sure that everyone sees us together,” her
words are fast as she pulls her dress up and over her head, “everyone knows we’re
together Juan. What more do you want? It would be easier if you just branded me….”
“Then get my crow…” he says causing her to freeze in the
process of hanging her dress, and turning she blinks owlishly at him.
“Get my crow Aria. We’ve been together for long enough…”
“It’s been three years Juan, not even really that long when
you consider the fourteen months you did in Stockton,” she stammers lowering
onto the edge of the bed.
“Do you love me?” he asks kneeling down across from her and
letting out a sigh she drops her hands onto his shoulders.
“You know that I do,” she murmurs sliding her hands up to
cup his face. “I love you Juan, but I won’t get your crow…”
“Juan-Carlos Ortiz!” Aria’s voice echoes off the walls of
the clubhouse and the room grows suddenly silent.
“Uh oh, someone’s in trouble,” Tig laughs but his laughter trails
off quickly when she shoots a dirty look his way.
“Aria?” Juan asks eyebrows knitting together in concern.
“Just who the fuck do you think you are?” she demands
storming towards him, poking a finger into his chest.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about…”
“I’m talking about you and whoever you talked into joining
you cornering James after work and threatening him with bodily harm if he so
much as speaks to me!” she screams, completely at her wits end with him.
“You don’t see the way he looks at you….”
“Oh grow up! People look at me Juan; clients, my bosses,
hell even some of your brothers have taken a glance or two! But guess what, it’s
still you I go home to every night, your bed is still the one I rock every
night, and I swear to God Juan if you want to keep it that way you will never
interfere with my work again, do you hear me?” she snaps and when all he can do
is blink at her she takes that to mean yes and turning she storms back out
leaving him to try and wrap his head around what just happened.
Her phone buzzes and she ignores it. She knows it’s Juan. He
always texts when he’s on a long run, begging for pictures to tide him over and
she always denies the request as she doesn’t want to risk the pictures ending
up in the wrong hands and she likes the side benefit of how excited he always
is when he comes home.
Lifting the phone, she smiles.
‘Come on babe, just one picture…you owe me for putting me on
blast in front of the guys…’
‘Tell you what…hurry
home and you won’t have to rely on pictures to get you off…’ she taps out
and just for some added initiative she takes a quick picture of her cleavage
and sending it off she knows he’ll be home, soon.
“I’m sorry,” Juan’s words are soft as she runs her hands
over his head. They lay naked tangled up in each other, and with a soft smile
on her lips, she sighs.
“I just…when I think of losing you….”
“Juan,” his name tumbles from her lips as she maneuvers so
that they are face to face. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m here, I’m yours, but I
need to be able to breathe. I’m not the type to depend on you or anyone to take
care of me, but I am the type to share a life with you, and that’s going to
have to be enough.”
“I know…” he says before brushing a kiss to her forehead.
“But as a show of my commitment I got something for you,”
she says and sitting up she clicks on the bedside light, and turning she pulls
the hair over to one shoulder exposing the tattoo on her left shoulder blade.
Imagine sneaking around with Juice and being caught by Abel. You bribe him not to say anything but at a family dinner he rats you guys out because Juice didn’t sit next to you at the table.
You shouldn’t be doing this, you thought as you
waited for Juice to pull up. You were meant to be babysitting Abel
for the night, not calling Juice over to Jax’s house, in the middle
of the night, for yet another secret hook-up.
You had known Tara for years; when you first met her
the two of you became the best of friends. She let you move into the
spare room in her house, but soon after she moved out and in with her
now-husband, Jax. You still lived in that little house and Tara was
still your best friend, except now you were also her babysitter.
For a little while, Tara had purposely kept you from
meeting the Club. She warned you away from them, said she didn’t
want you to get messed up in that life (and that it was too late for
her to leave it) and while you couldn’t help but think it a little
hypocritical of her, you left the subject alone. Until one day, a
couple of the guys came around to Jax’s house while you were over,
Gemma and Clay invited you to the Club dinner and that’s when you
met the rest of the guys…and Juice.
You didn’t actually speak to Juice that first
night, but after that you started to spend more and more time at the
Club and more and more time sharing flirtatious glances and lingering
touches with the Puerto Rican biker. At one of the family dinners,
after you’d had too much to drink and Jax and Tara had already
left, Juice offered to drive you home. You accepted his offer with a
grateful smile and a hammering heart, and then, as you were saying
goodnight, he leaned over and kissed you. And then, you invited him
inside. And then, nearly every night afterwards, he came around.
You never told Tara about it, as much as you wanted
to, because you were afraid of how she would react and you weren’t
going to lose your friend over some guy (that you may or may not have
So, that’s how you ended up in the situation you
were in now; at Jax and Tara’s house, watching Abel for the night
while they had a romantic night at Piney’s cabin, and waiting for
Juice to come around. Was it irresponsible? Yes. Was it exciting?
Your heart nearly leapt out of your chest when the
doorbell rang. You ran to the door and swung it open with so much
force you were afraid you would rip it off it’s hinges.
“Hey-” he started, a wide grin on his face, but
you cut him off with a kiss.
“Shhh,” you whispered against his lips, “We
can’t wake up Abel.”
“Well you better keep me quiet then.” He said and
reclaimed your lips in a kiss.
Lips still attached, you headed backward to the
living room. Juice gently kicked the door and it closed behind him
with a soft click. He let his hands rest on your hips as he guided
you towards the sofa until you felt it hit the back of your knees and
you fell back onto it with an ungraceful thud. You groaned and rubbed
the back of your head, Juice just laughed.
“Shut up,” you mumbled, your cheeks flushed, but
didn’t give him a chance to answer as you yanked him down by his
kutte and into a kiss.
Juice’s hands toyed with the hem of your shirt. It
wasn’t until you let out a soft moan that he slid his warm, rough
hands under the thin material and started rubbing soothing circles on
your back. You locked your ankles around his waist, keeping him
firmly in place. The weight of him on top of you felt so good and you
couldn’t help but-
“Juice?” You heard a small voice say and
immediately jumped up, shoving Juice off of you and the couch and
nearly head-butting him in the process. You turned to the source of
the noise and saw Abel standing in the hallway. “What are you doing
here? And why are you kissing mummy’s friend?”
“He wasn’t!” you quickly protested. “Juicey
here, was just…uh…helping me out with…something?”
You slumped in your seat; you sucked at lying,
especially when caught off guard.
‘That’s what I get for having a secret
relationship.’ You thought with a sigh.
Abel seemed to completely ignore you and looked
straight at Juice, his brows furrowed in a frown that would be
intimidating if he wasn’t still so small.
“Why were you kissing her?” he repeated.
’Small, but not stupid.’
“I, uh,” Juice rubbed the back of his neck
nervously. “We, um…I just…she’s pretty?”
You elbowed Juice in the ribs lightly and shot him an
“Not helping!” you whispered. “Abel, look,”
you bent down to his height and crawled toward him on your knees, a
big smile on your face, “what do you say I let you stay up, we can
watch Happy Feet and you don’t tell mommy and daddy about this?”
For a moment, Abel just stared at you in silence. He
glanced at Juice and then back over to you before asking; “Can I
have ice cream with sprinkles too?”
You let out an internal sigh, happy to be in the
clear with Abel, and nodded. “You can have whatever you want
sweetie, as long as you don’t tell anyone that Juice was here.”
Abel smiled and headed past you to the couch. You
stood up and turned to Juice.
“So…” Juice started, a small smile on his face.
“That was a close one.”
You huffed a laugh. “No kidding; too close, I
think. You should probably leave.”
“Good idea,” he agreed. “Will I see you
“Yeah, I’ll be at the family dinner tomorrow.”
You told him.
“I know but I meant afterwards,” his (absolutely
breathtaking, not that you’d admit that out loud) smile widened
and, for a moment, your knees went weak. “Can I come to your place
You hesitated for a moment; you knew you had done a
stupid thing by inviting him over while you were babysitting, not to
mention you got caught! Still, there was something about Juice that
you could never refuse.
A small smile played at your lips and you nodded,
looking up at him through your lashes. He broke out into that goofy
smile that you loved so much and swept down to capture your lips in a
brief kiss before he was making his way out the door.
You heard the rev of his engine and your heart
hammered in your chest, already excited for tomorrow night. You took
a second to compose yourself (and wipe the giddy smile off of your
face) before making your way back to Abel to fulfil your end of the
“So, Happy Feet and ice cream?”
“Heya Gem,” you greeted Gemma, letting her pull
you into a hug. “Need any help in the kitchen?”
“Nah,” she shook her head and waved you off.
“Everything’s almost done anyway. You can just head on in, the guys
are all in the living room. Tara and Lyla are in there too,”
“Okay, well, gimme a yell if you need me,” you
told her and headed for the living room, already looking forward to
seeing Juice…and your other friends, of course.
All of a sudden there was a hand around your arm and
you were being yanked out of the hall and into a dark room.
“What the-” you exclaimed and, out of reflex more
than anything, your arm swung back, prepared to strike whoever it was
that grabbed you but you were stopped mid-swing by a hand catching
your forearm and the light flicking on.
Juice chuckled softly, using his grip on your arm to
pull your body flush against his own. You let out a shaky breath and
rolled your eyes.
“What the fuck, Juice? I nearly hit you!
Juice shrugged, sliding a hand around your waist and
down to rest on the curve of your denim-covered ass. “You know I
can be into that,”
Choosing to ignore his last comment (and the blush it
caused to rise to your cheeks) you continued; “And what are you
doing dragging me into a…a bathroom?”
“What do you think, baby?” he whispered close to
your ear. The hand on your ass squeezed softly and he brought your
earlobe between his teeth, tugging gently. “I was going to grab
another beer when I saw Gemma answering the door. I hoped it was you,
so I hung back. I saw those shorts and I just…I couldn’t wait. The
bathroom was the closest place we could be alone.”
His mouth found your neck, kissing softly and biting
lightly so not to leave any marks but still let you know that you
“Everyone is out there, we could get caught!” you
argued, yet made no move to push him away.
Juice’s eyes left your face, but his arms held you
close. “Maybe I want us to get caught. Maybe I want everyone to
know. Maybe I-”
“Juan!” you interrupted, his head snapped back up
to meet your eyes. “Stop with the ‘maybe’. You do or you don’t,”
“I do. I want to come clean about us because it’s
not just sex to me anymore. I want to be with you, in the open.”
Your arms wound around his neck so you could pull him
down for a kiss. It was all tongue and teeth, but it was sweet and
somehow that kiss managed to say everything you couldn’t find the
“I want that too, but not tonight. I want Tara to
hear it from me, privately, and I don’t want to ruin Gemma’s dinner
if this goes south,” you said. He nodded, the smile never leaving
his face. “Now, let’s get back out there. Think you can keep your
hands to yourself until later? I promise I’ll make it worth your
while when we’re back at my place,”
Juice laughed, the sound like music to your ears.
“Only if that’s a promise,” he responded,
punctuating the sentence with a smack to your rear.
By the time the two of you left the bathroom everyone
was gathering at the table. No one noticed your absence and if they
did, no one mentioned it.
You took the spare seat beside Tara and watched from
the corner of your eye as Juice took a seat across the table from
A small tap on your shoulder distracted you from the
conversation you were having with Tara. You looked around but saw no
one, until they tapped again and you saw that it was Abel trying to
get your attention.
“What’s up baby boy?” you asked him, shuffling
over to the next seat and gesturing for Abel to take the one you were
just in. He climbed onto the chair with a little help from Tara, who
was watching the exchange closely.
“Why aren’t you sitting with Juice?” he asked.
You didn’t miss the way Tara and Jax’s faces twisted in confusion, or
the way Juice had stopped talking and had trained his eyes on you.
“What are you talking about, baby? Why do you think
I would be sitting with Juice?” you asked with a small laugh,
glancing around the table.
“I saw you go in the bathroom. Was he kissing you
again? My mommy and daddy kiss a lot too and they sit together so you
should sit with Juice,”
The chatter at the table silenced and all eyes were
on you and Juice. Tara’s eyebrows shot up and if looks could kill
you’d be nothing but a corpse right now.
“I don’t know what you mean, Abel,” you said,
wanting nothing more than to disappear.
“Yes you do! You and Juice were kissing and Juice
said you’re pretty! Remember Juice?” he exclaimed, turning to the
man from Queens.
“I, uh…I…” Juice stammered awkwardly, looking
around the table before his eyes finally landed on you. “Yeah, I do
“Juice!” you snapped and suddenly wished that
looks could kill.
“What? It’d be pointless to deny it tonight and
then come out with it later,” he said and you knew he was right.
You shot Juice a smile and he announced; “We’re together. We’ve
been seeing each other for a little while now and it’s getting
serious. I want her to be my old lady someday,” he said the last
part to you and you had to blink back the tears that welled in your
eyes. You had no idea that Juice felt that way, but you were so glad
that he did.
“Why didn’t you tell us sooner?” Jax asked,
eyeing Juice closely.
“Because it was private. It was about us; it didn’t
involve the club, not yet,” Juice stood from his seat and made his way over
to you while the others watched on. He held out a hand to you,
waiting for you to take it. “I know it’s rude, but I kinda just
want to spend some time with you right now. Wanna get out of here?”
You took his hand without a second thought. Hand in
hand, you practically ran to Juice’s Dyna, leaving the rest of the
club and your friends in the wake of your bombshell but you would
deal with that problem tomorrow. Everyone knew about the two of you
now and it felt good; for the first time in a long time you felt
As you slid onto the back of your man’s bike and
slipped on the helmet he kept for you, a thought crossed your mind,
making you let out a small giggle.