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soaimagines · 7 years

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Wild

Request: Imagine working with Gemma in the office, you're always quiet but you go to a SAMCRO party and show your wild side. Jax gets to see a little more of your wild side.

I dunno, I had fun with this. Hope y’all like it.

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“So are you gonna come or what?” You eyed Gemma over the invoices you were inspecting and raised your eyebrow. “Is that a joke, Gem?” She crossed her arms over her chest, pursed her lips and leant against the doorframe leading to the workshop. “You’ve been working for me for four moths, (y/n). Anyone would think you don't like us.” “Oh I dont.” Gemma laughed and you smirked at her before putting the papers back on the desk. You began putting each invoice into an envelope ready to be sent out when there was a knock on the door. A blush instantly rose to your cheeks and you glanced up. “Sorry te interrupt.” The thick scottish accent spoke. “Clay wants ye te take some supplies up te the cabin.” “Okay.” Gemma nodded. You stood and grabbed the pile of envelopes off the desk. “I should um go and post these.” You waved them in the air and Gemma nodded to you. “Thankyou sweetheart.” With an awkward wave to Chibs you made your way to the door. You closed the door behind you and took a step when a gust of wind lifted the envelopes out of your hands, sending them fluttering to the ground. “Shit!” You muttered as you knelt and gathered them, embarrassed of your clumsiness. The mention of your name from inside the office caught your attention and you tilted your head towards the closed door, curious as to why you were being discussed. “Why does she only talk te ye?” Chibs asked. “Im guessing she aint coming te the party.” “She’s just shy, thats all.” “Aye, or maybe she just cant handle ‘er drink.” You knew Gemma well enough to know she would have a smirk on her face but her next words surprised you. “Take it easy, Scot. She's a good girl, but she's insecure. I'm sure in time she’ll come round.” The familiar blush crept up your neck and you stood and made your way to your car, keeping your head down as you trekked across the lot. Once you were in the safety of your car, with all the doors closed you let out a sigh you weren't aware you had been holding in. Gemma was right. The only reason you had stayed away from the parties was because you were shy. You had seen the crow eaters and the clothes (or lack of) that they wore and you didn't exactly fit in with that crowd. But its not that you didn't want to go. You bit your lip as you stuck the key in the ignition. Fuck it. You'd go tonight. It was time.

Take a deep breath. In. Out. You rolled your shoulders and adjusted the skirt you had convinced yourself to wear. Music was already pumping and from where you stood, at the gate to the Teller Morrow lot, you could already see a few of the Tacoma members smoking outside. Just twenty minutes. Thats all. Maybe a drink, or two. You could do this. You unscrewed the bottle of vodka in your hand and took a swig. With one last deep breath you took a step. One after the other, you made your way into the lot. One of the Tacoma members noticed you and gave you ‘the nod’. Without thinking you flashed him the finger guns, and upon realising your dorkiness, you shuffled hastily inside the club house, leaving an intrigued-and amused- member outside. Maybe this was a mistake. People were almost everywhere. The club house was swarming with life and with the amount of leather and bare skin clouding your vision it was a wonder you managed to lay your eyes on Tig. He met your gaze from across the bar and the way his jaw practically hit the floor in disbelief sent your trademark blush across your cheeks. “Holy shit!” Tig yelled, catching the attention of the people surrounding him. “She came!” Chibs, Jax and Opie all glanced in your direction and had to do a double take when they saw it was in fact, the shy office girl in the doorway of their clubhouse. With their eyes on you you felt more uncomfortable than you thought possible and you waved nervously. Juice was walking past when he saw you. His eyes widened and glanced between you and the guys, a look of ‘Can you believe this?!’ on his face. “(y/n)! I didn't think you were coming!” He gestured for you to join him and you stepped forward nervously. “Neither did I.” You confessed. He wrapped his arm around your back and pulled you forward, gradually crossing the room. The gap between you and the rest of the guys closed as shoulders pushed past you and Juice stopped in front of Jax. “Look who showed.” Jax smirked. “Shes actually here.” Tig said, shaking his head in disbelief but a grin on his face. “Ye know we have our own bar, (y/n). Ye didn't have to bring yer own drink.” Chibs gestured to the bottle of vodka in your hand. You shrugged. “I don't like sharing.” “Thats my girl.” You turned to see Gemma, a proud grin on her face and you welcomed her embrace. “Chucky, get some shots ready.” Jax ordered. “What are we toasting?” Juice asked eagerly as Chucky passed him a shot. “(Y/n). She finally showed.” You blushed but accepted the shot glass Opie passed you. Everyone raised their glasses. “To (y/n)!”

The crowd had diminished slightly, with a few of the partygoers heading home or outside as the night went on. Happy was in the corner of the room, with a crow eater on her knees in front of him. Chibs and Bobby were chatting to a few of the Tacoma guys over on the sofas. And you were sat around a table, with a few half naked Samcro members. The guys had been surprised when you had decided to join their game of poker, and when they had teased you about it, (”Its more of a guys game.”) they had been even more surprised to hear the words ‘Strip Poker’ come out of your mouth. But of course they couldn't say no. The rules you'd discussed were simple. At the end of the round the player with the highest hand wins and everyone else had to remove a piece of clothing. Tig was down to his boxers, although you all had a sneaking suspicion this wasn't because of the game, but in fact because he liked taking his clothes off. Opie had started of modest, only removing a sock at a time and he still managed to have his jeans on but was shirtless. Not that you were complaining. Jax and Juice had been eager to rid their shirts and they sat in their shirtless, except for their kuttes. Jax had his boxers on and his socks while Juice sat with his jeans on, but barefeet. You however, were still fully clothed, except for your cardigan which you had draped over the back of the chair. One by one you slammed your cards on the table, revealing your cards and you muttered a ‘Shit’ as you saw the results. Jax had won. He smirked at you across the table and you lifted the glass of vodka to your lips, taking a long swig. “Come on, boys. And girl.” “You don't have to, (y/n).” Juice smiled at you. He was sweet, you thought to yourself. But a games a game. Opie removed his jeans, Tig took off his boxers (earning him a few groans) and Juice stood and untucked his jeans. All eyes were on you, anticipating your next move. Jax met your eye across the table and raised his eyebrow. You smirked and stood. You snaked your hand under your skirt and pulled your panties down your thighs. Pulling them off your legs you sat back down. The guys watched you in disbelief as you dropped them in the middle of the table. “Holy shit.”

“I dare you to give Happy a lap dance.” Juice glared at you, while you, Jax, and Opie all laughed. “Hey you wanted to play, man.” Opie chuckled. “I change my mind, I pick truth.” “Nah uh. No backsies.” You said as you took a sip of vodka. Juice sighed and glanced around the room nervously, looking for the Tacoma Killer. He sat on the sofa next to Kozik, both of them deep in a conversation. “It was nice knowing you all.” Juice sighed and crossed the room. “Make sure my funeral has a big turn out.” Jax laughed and the three of you watched intently as Juice stood in front of Happy. “No fucking way.” Happy glanced up at him, waiting for Juice to speak when Juice turned, his back facing the sofa. He threw you one last death glare and took a deep breath before slut-dropping in between Happys legs. “Oh my god.”

You laughed, at Happys alarmed expression. His face became even more alarmed when Juice placed his hands on the Killers knees and proceeded to shake his ass in his face. Happy jumped off the sofa as the three of you erupted in laughter. Juice was straight on the defence, stuttering apologies with his arms up. He was practically waving a white flag and Happy stepped to him, hovering down on him. He muttered something to Juice that none of your could hear and you all watched as the colour drained from Juice’s face. Slowly he turned back and walked towards the bar. The three of you sniggered as he approached. “I liked it better when you didn't talk.” Juice snapped and slammed a shot down his throat before checking over his shoulder to make sure Happy wasn't coming to get him. You all sniggered again before Opie turned to you. “Your turn.” “I dare you to cockblock Chibs.” Juice blurted out. All the guys looked at you and you shrugged. “Too easy, Juicey boy.” You kissed his cheek, feeling slightly bad for his dare, and walked across the room. Chibs was leaning against the pool table,a blonde crow eater in front of him running her hands across her chest. You approached confidently and when you reached the couple you shoved the blondes shoulder. “Touch my old man again and I’ll shoot you in the fucking throat.” You snarled. The blonde glanced between you and Chibs before slinking off outside. “What te fuck are ye playin at, luv?” Chibs asked, a mixture of annoyance and amusement in his voice. You shrugged. “Truth or dare.” Chibs laughed and looked behind you, to wear the guys were watching from the bar. “Dont shoot me in the throat for this.” “For wha-“ Chibs crashed his lips against yours and your eyes sprung wide open in sock. Its was over before it began and Chibs pulled away, a cheeky grin on his face as he pulled you into a hug. “If ye wanted to be my ol lady ye coulda asked.” You laughed and patted his back before leaving his embrace and heading back to the bar, where Opie was applauding your efforts. “Nicely done.” You curtsied and slid on to the barstool next to Jax. He smiled at you and you smiled back, immediately noticing the presence of his hand on your knee. At the same time you both turned to Opie. “Truth or Dare?”

Only the good rock and roll was ever played in the clubhouse but tonight you had managed to convince the boys to let you play something a little different to their usual choices. The boys had been impressed when you had rapped Biggie Smalls’ ‘Hypnotise’ word for word, and even more so when you had finished your ‘performance’ by downing eight shots straight after the other. And Chibs’ thought you couldn't handle your liqour. The party was dying down, although from your position, dancing on the bar Coyote Ugly style, you woulda thought it was still in full swing. You got down from the bar and took a break, leaning against it while you caught your breath. “Nice moves.” Jax was watching you with a playful smirk on his face and you smiled at him. “We should go ride.” “Where do you wanna go darlin? Im too drunk to ride my bike.” Jax said as he took a swig off his beer. He placed an arm on the bar behind you, your bodies only inches apart. “Who said anything about a bike?” Jax raised an eyebrow and licked his lips, his eyes looking you up and down. Maybe it was the liquid courage,or maybe it was the way he had been looking at you all night. Either way, something came over you and you grabbed his head and pulled his lips to yours. You pulled away with a smug smile on your face and you grabbed Jax’s hand, tugging him to the hallway. He didn't resist, eager to see what exactly you had in mind and he followed you eagerly. You lead him into the room and ordered him to close the door. He obeyed and while his back was turned you lifted your shirt over your head and whipped off your bra. When he turned back to face you you were sat on the edge of the bed, wearing only your skirt, your bare breasts on display. Jax licked his lips and pulled the kutte off his shoulders. He placed it on the back of the chair and stalked across the room towards you, pulling his shirt over his head as he moved. You admired his chiseled abs and jax stopped in front of you. With a wink you unbuckled his belt and tugged his jeans and his boxers down his thighs, his already hard length springing free. He watched you as you took hold of him and ran your tongue over your lips. As you wrapped your lips around his cock Jax let out a moan. “You should come to the parties more often, darlin.”

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