Juice x Reader where Juice comforts the reader after she catches Jax cheating on her.
You shake your head in disgust as you take in the scene in front of you, your stomach churning with puke. Jax and Tara both look at you, their expressions similar to that of a child who’s been caught with their hand in the cookie jar.
“I fucking knew it.” you spit, laughing with absolutely no humour. “You’re fucking welcome to one another. I’m done.”
You turn on your heel, fighting to keep your tears at bat as you keep your head up high, refusing to fall under the weight of betrayal.
“Baby, please-” You pull your arm back out of Jax’s grasp, spinning around and slapping him hard across the face. Your chest heaves up and down as you relish the sting on your palm, the increasing redness in Jax’s cheek making your chest swell with pride.
“I am not your fucking baby. You lost the right to call me that when you stuck your dick in your past.” Your tone is eerily calm, the type of calm that is more worrying than you screaming at the top of your lungs.
Truth is, you had a feeling something was going on, you’d even asked Jax upfront about it. Of course, he’d just brushed you off, making you feel like a paranoid bitch. Guess you weren’t wrong after all.
“I’m sorry, (Y/N).” Jax tries to reach out again, you stepping back out of his reach, instinct taking over. His eyes glisten with tears as he looks at you, not knowing how to fix the pained woman in front of him. “I didnt-”
“Please, do not insult my intelligence by trying to justify your actions.” you warn, your nails digging into your palm as you fight to keep yourself together, refusing to let the man you loved so much watch you crumble. “I’ll send someone round for my stuff. Goodbye, Jax.”
You smile, barely, in appreciation as you take the mug from your best friend, the warmth from the tea giving you slight comfort. “Thanks, Juice.”
“Don’t mention it.” he says, taking a seat across from you on the couch, leaning forward to grab the icecream and two spoons from the table. “Got your favourite, figured you’d need it.”
“You know me too well.” you joke lightly, moving in closer and grabbing the spoon being held out to you, a hefty scoop of ice cold mixture on the end. “I actually feel okay though. I think I sort of expected it.”
Juice nods, placing a scoop of the icecream inside his own mouth. “I know he’s my friend and all, but he’s such a fucking asshole sometimes.”
“You can say that again.” You sigh deeply as you let your thoughts go back to the scene you witnessed earlier, your eyes stinging with emotion. “Sorry.”
“Don’t apologise, you know you don’t have to do that with me.” Juice says opening his arms to you, you sliding into them thankfully, the two of you sinking into the cushions.
“I think I’d be lost without you.” you mumble, inhaling his scent, your eyes closing as his body radiates warmth. Juice holds you comfortingly, his fingertips trailing up and down your arm.
“You wouldn’t. You’re the strongest person I know.” he responds, meaning every word. He can never seem to understand how Jax finds it so easy to hurt you, especially when you deserve so much more. “You’d be fine.”
“Maybe.” you admit, leaning back to sit up straight, a soft smile on your face. “But I doubt I’d last long without my best friend.”
He nods, a nervous expression overcoming him as he watches you, your eyebrows frowning at the change. “Can I ask you something?”
“Sure.” you say, stealing another scoop of the ice cream, your taste buds tingling at the flavour.
“Have you ever thought about us?” he asks, his fingers pulling at a loose thread on his grey sweatpants. You think about it for a moment, your tongue swirling over the spoon as you bask in your thoughts.
“Honestly, yeah.” Juice looks at you in shock, not expecting that response from you. You sink back into the couch, shrugging your shoulders. “I always thought I’d end up with you, but Jax happened instead I guess.”
Juice sighs, his hands running across his face in aggravation. You frown, moving forward to grasp his wrists gently, removing his hands so he’s forced to look at you. “What is it?”
He stares at you, his mouth opening as he tries to explain everything he’s feeling, but no words come out. His gaze flickers to your lips, your eyes widening as Juice leans in towards you, you leaning back subconsciously.
“Sorry, I-” Juice utters, pushing himself up from his seat and making his way to the hallway, heading towards the bedroom. You decide to shake all doubt from your being, quickly getting up and following Juice before he can lock himself away.
You grab his shirt within your grasp, him pausing and huffing before turning to you. You lean up swiftly once he faces you, capturing your lips with his own.
Your eyes flutter shut as you let yourself feel his soft lips, your hands resting on his chest, everything coming to you so naturally. Juice pulls away, a sound of upset leaving you. “What’re you-”
“Shh.” you whisper, your touch slipping under his shirt, him flinching at your cold fingertips as you run your fingers up and down his warm flesh, his eyes clenching shut in pleasure. “Please.”
Your shoulders relax in relief as Juice kisses you, his motions hesitant and wary. You scrape your nails lightly on his toned stomach, his hands moving to rest on your hips before squeezing lightly.
A moan escapes from you as Juice sucks on your lower lip, your core tingling at the feeling. You wrap your arms around him as you move backwards, your back pressing against one of the walls as his tongue slips past your lips, exploring the new found territory.
As the tension rises, Juice’s hands begin to wander, his fingers resting on the waistband of your pajama pants, your head nodding slightly in encouragement. Juice slips his hands into your trousers, your mouth parting as he rubs on top of your underwear teasingly, his touch featherlight.
“Juice.” you whine, pushing your hips off the wall in the hope of more pressure. Juice just smirks against your lips, his fingers rubbing circles on your clit as he moves his lips down your neck, his teeth nibbling lightly as he goes.
He swiftly pushes your panties aside, his digit sinking into you without any warning, your back arching as you suck in a harsh breath. He pumps his finger in and out at a wonderful pace, your hands finding their way to Juice’s biceps, the muscles flexing as he pleasures you.
“That feel good, baby? Hm?” he whispers, his teeth biting playfully at your ear. He picks up his speed as he adds his thumb into the game, swirling the pad deliciously on your clit as you writhe in pleasure. “Is my good girl gonna come for me?”
“Yes, oh god yes.” you pant as you grind against his hand, another digit being added inside of you as he curls his touch, your spot being hit perfectly. Your moan is caught by Juice’s lips as you come, your walls clenching and his fingers as he milks you through orgasm.
Once you’ve come down from your high, you’re picked up, Juice carrying you to his bedroom and placing you carefully on the mattress. He falls down next to you as you try to catch your breath, your body fatigued with euphoria as you run through understand what just happened.
“Was that okay?” Juice asks quietly, your head turning to the side to look at his face, his eyes trained on the ceiling. You laugh quietly, your fingers searching as you slot your hand between his, a content smile on your lips.
“It was perfect.” you admit, feeling the most relaxed you had in ages.
A/N - I wish this writers block would go away so I could write constantly, but it’s just so hard rn! Anyway, I hope you liked this!! Feel free to request if you want❤❤