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Teasing the prospect

Could you do one where Opie is still prospecting and he is dating Bobby's daughter in secret? Or something along those lines. Thank you! 💕💕 Opie  x Reader Bobby! Father x Reader Words: 2898

Even as outlaws being part of the Sons of Anarchy family meant rules. One of the most important rules was that you didn't mess with another Sons family. That's probably why they had so many crow eaters hanging around so there was never any temptation to climb into bed with a brothers family member. Even though he was only a Prospect, Opie had already broken one of their most important rules. As he watched you across the yard stood with Bobby, your dad, he knew that if anyone found out then the prospect patch would be ripped off before he could get a word in. If he was really unlucky then he might even end up with a tag on his toe.

You could feel someone watching you and as you turned around to scare them off you found your scowl turning into a smile at Opie on the other side of the yard struggling to get the mud from the wheel arches of the car that he was working on. Ignoring the sounds of Chibs shouting at the other prospect who was working on his jabs in the ring, you turned to your dad who was also shouting angrily at the ring.

"Do you think I should take Jax and Ope a drink?" You asked him. He didn't look away from the prospect in the ring, "hmm what's that baby?"

"Jax and Ope, they look awful, shall I take them a drink?" You asked trying to sound innocent, they had been your friends since you'd been children, it shouldn't be suspicious that you were worried about them. In your teen years you'd gotten them out of more trouble than your parents could even guess, the headmaster just seemed to trust you when you told him things like Opie and Jax pushing a guy out of the window was an accident.

Bobby tore his eyes off of the ring to look over his shoulder at the boys, "Nah, they're good." "Daaaad." You started and he tutted before focusing his attention on you fully.

"Baby I know that you just want to help your friends but you won't be doing them any favours by helping them out. They've got more to prove than most, we can't have people thinking that the club has gone soft and that we're patching people just because of their parents." Your dad advised and you hated to agree but you knew he was right.

"Can I go spray them with the hose?" You grinned playfully.

"Of course, have fun. Try not to catch Gemma's car." He nudged you playfully as you walked off. You glanced over your shoulder slightly to see if you'd aroused suspicion but we're happy to find that your dad had gone back to jeering at the ring.

 As you approached your friends you collected the hose pipe and hid it as much as possible behind your back. "Good evening boys." You greeted cheerfully but only when both of them looked up from their task and narrowed their eyes in suspicion did you pull the hose from behind your back and dosed them in water.

Both swore loudly trying to move out of the spray. Laughing you turned the nozzle off and laughed at them both dripping in water. Jax jumped up and ran around the bike like he was about to tackle you in his dripping state. You raised your hand and gestured to where the patched Sons were laughing at the scene from across the yard.

"No one is going to be able to say you didn't earn your seats." You gave them both a cheeky grin. Jax shook the water out of his hair, "Did you actually want anything or have you just come over to cause trouble?"

You shrugged, "Bit of both. I'm always up for an opportunity to see attractive men in wet clothes." You teased them.

Jax shook his head at your antics and slipped his top off, which was nothing new, growing up with Jax and Opie you'd realised that he was a bit of an exhibitionist. While Jax was distracted Opie took the chance he'd been looking for all day to get one up on you. You'd been flirting with him over text all day knowing that he wouldn't be able to read them without questions from other members of the club. To him he hadn't been able to enjoy your promiscuous promises all because of your evil mind. So, knowing that you wouldn't be able to react or pull the rest of his clothes off in the yard,  Opie gave you a devious smirk before reaching up and taking the back collar of his shirt with one hand and pulling it over his head slowly with one easy motion making sure that you could see the ripples in his arms and chest as his muscles moved.

He held the shirt out to you and when you took it he made sure to drag his hand over yours so that you'd look up at him. You regretted it instantly, heat flooded to your cheeks when he slowly, hungrily, looking you and down.

"Happy now?" He asked, his deep voice rumbling. "W-what?" You tripped over your tongue and cursed Opie and his freakishly tall muscular physique. "You wanted to see attractive wet men?" He mumbled, leaning close to you so his body stopped anyone from seeing the way he leechoursly looked over you.

It was hard resisting the urge to reach your hand up into his hair and yank his lips down to yours but you managed it. Just. Stepping back away from him, the distance from his distracting aftershave gave you space to solidify your reserve. You clicked your tongue at him, "Keep trying. I'm only here to see Jax looking good."

Opie narrowed his eyes at you and gave you a look that promised revenge when there would be no witnesses. Jax did what he always did when you and Opie blatantly flirted in front of him; he pretended that he didn't notice until he could catch you either of you alone and torment you. Of course both of you denied it to Jax's face, it was better for him to be suspicious rather than know about your secret relationship. Ignorance gave him plausible deniability for when sneaking around blew up in your faces, which you knew that eventually it would. So the blonde simply chuckled and gave you his shirt so that you could hang it up to dry with Opie's.

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While Prospects didn't get their own dorm rooms, they did get to clean them.

So you weren't overly surprised when you were routing through paperwork in your Dad's dorm room, he was sure the kiwi muffin recipe he wanted was in here somewhere, when Opie creeped in behind you and slapped your backside with his open hand.

You squealed and jumped up straight. You turned to glare at him but found your anger softening as he hid his laughter behind his hand. Opie's laugh, which was really always more of a childish giggle, always made you smile without fail. "What do you want?" You narrowed your eyes in an attempt to look annoyed. "Oh I think you know." He smirked as he stepped towards you and put his hands on your hips so he could pull you towards himself.

Wrapping your arms around his neck you stood on your tiptoes to kiss him before pulling away with a smile, "I've only got a few minutes, and that might be enough time for you to get your kicks, it's not enough time for me."

He scowled at you, "A few minutes is not long enough-"

He was cut off by a noise outside of the door and you pushed away from him jumping over the bed so that you were sat on the bed looking through paperwork. With a grin, which promised that he would prove how long he needed when he got chance, Opie shook his head and lifted up the bin bags from the corner of the room when he and Jax had cleaned the room earlier.

Your Dad opened the door and you gave him a small smile.

Bobby's gestured to Opie to leave, "Prospect, Clay wants all of you to clean down the bathroom."

Opie nodded and took the bags with him, when your dad wasn't looking Opie shot you a cheeky wink. "Any joy baby?" Bobby asked as he came to look over the papers in your hand. "No, you sure it's not at home?" You asked and he shook his head. Your phone buzzed next to you and opened it to find a text from Opie, like you knew it would be.

Shame we didn't get chance to put that room to good use x

You grinned to yourself and quickly text him back:

Well I am going to be all alone in in here. And you're stuck cleaning with Jax, that is a shame xx

You grinned to yourself; you could imagine his hormone driven groan of annoyance from down the hall. "You got something you need to tell me baby?" Bobby asked you and your gaze snapped to meet his.

"Tell you what?" You asked. "Well you're smiling at your phone a lot, know what that spells out to me? Boys." He scowled and crossed his arms across his chest in an attempt to look stern. If he was trying to pull the usual dad routine it was never going to work but with his expression you could picture him asking you if your secret boyfriend was a good Jewish boy.

Then you tried to imagine Opie as another other than an unruly biker and your amusement must have seeped into your expression because your dad's scowl deepened.

"Y/N you know what we've said about boyfriends." He lectured.

"They have to be Club approved." You mocked. Bobby shook his head, he knew logically that he'd been lucky as you'd never really taken a serious boyfriend and even the guys that you had only dated a few times had been viewed by the club as able to keep their mouth shut.

With a heavy sigh, Bobby dropped himself back down onto the bed next to you. "I really like this guy Dad." You admitted after a moments silence. Bobby quelled the fatherly rage that rushed up within him, "What's he like? A friend of the club?"

"You're really not as sneaky as you think." You teased before continuing, "He would never rat, but not sure if you'd approve. You know being as overprotective as you and Uncle Chibs can be."

Bobby laughed and put his arm around your shoulders and gave you a half hug, "Yeah well can you blame us? Is it serious between you two?" "Not at the minute but it could be. I would like it to be." You gave your dad a small smile which he returned.

With a kiss to the forehead and after making you promise to bring your boy around when you were sure about him, now that was going to be awkward, Bobby led you back into the clubhouse were Clay was giving Opie, Jax and the other Prospect bright pink rubber gloves.

 "What do you think Y/N?" The other prospect asked trying to get your attention.

"Jax and Opie look lovely." You sneered at him, it was no secret he'd been trying to get your attention since he showed up and you'd made it obvious that you disliked him immensely. He was creepy with a mildly terrifying anger problem. Bobby, Chibs and Tig had taken to bullying him mercilessly.

Jax gave you a grin and stuck a playful pose and Opie sent you a wink that made the guys laugh. Well everyone except the other prospect and Bobby who narrowed his eyes after seeing the blush creep up your cheeks from Opie's attention.

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Chibs and Tig were showing you how to open a beer bottle with a pen knife at the bar when Clay called them both out into the yard leaving you alone. After a few failed attempts at the technique you managed to cut your hand lightly.

As you hissed at the pain you heard the Prospect behind you, "That looks nasty."

Shit when had he shown up?

You turned to give him a bored look, "I'm sure I'll live."

His expression turned nasty, "Why are you such a stuck up bitch?" "Who the fuck do you think you're talking too Prospect?" You snapped, never in your life had you heard of a prospect from any charter being this blatantly disrespectful.

"I don't know why you think you're better than me because you're not. You're going to end up the same as all these used up skanks." He snarled at you talking a few step forwards so that he was right in front of our bar stool. Straightening your back and trying to channel Gemma, you stared him down, "You need to back off."

He gave you a mocking look and leaned over you. Despite yourself and wanting to appear strong you found yourself leaning back.

But you didn't have to worry.

Somewhere behind the prospect you heard Jax's angry shout. The door banged open and the patched Sons, including your dad, poured in just in time to see Opie snatch the other prospect by his neck and physically lift the other man high up into the air before slamming down into bar table so hard that it exploded into splinters as he went straight through it.

He lay sprawled and bleeding but conscious in the table wasteland. Opie stood straight and pressed down onto the prospects neck with one booted foot, he applied pressure and leaned down, "Remember this pain the next time you think about coming near my girlfriend because this is your only warning. Next time you die."

For a while, no one moved, the prospect for fear he was about to lose his head, you hoped that if you didn't move the your dad wouldn't be able to see you and you'd wake up from this nightmare. The Sons were just waiting to see who Bobby would go for first, Opie or the prospect.

Surprisingly the first to move was Chibs who came to your aid to check your cut hand.

"Church." Bobby demanded simply and the other Sons agreed.

As Jax made a move to join them, Clay held his hands up, "I don't think we need any prospects sat in on this one." Then he pointed at Opie, "You two separate."

Opie and Jax came to sit beside you at the bar and the other prospect scuttled off across the room with both your body guards glaring holes in him. Opie broke his glare long enough to meet the gaze of his own Old Man and Pinney shook his head.

It hit you all hard that Opie could have just lost his shot at a seat in the club.

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Half an hour of listening to shouts through the wall and Jax's awful jokes about you two the church doors finally opened. You'd been cuddled into Opie's side the entire time but when the doors opened you both straightened but his arm stayed around your shoulders. Bobby and Pinney were at the front of the Sons and both fixed their kids with hard looks.

After a moment Bobby put his hands on his hips and spoke, "My daughter doesn't date Prospects."

You stomach dropped and you opened your mouth to argue but Bobby cut you off, "So this thing between you stops now. When Ope's probation is over and if he gets patched then we can see what happens."

The words rolled around in all of your heads.

"I'm not kicked out?" Opie asked, his arm giving you a reassuring squeeze. "No but he is." Clay gestured to the Prospect in the corner who had passed out some time ago, "And you owe me a new table."

"Thank you Daddy." You gave Bobby a beaming smile. He pointed at you, "I'm serious, not hanky panky until he gets his patch, if he gets his patch. And I'm only being so lenient because of our conversation earlier and his Strong Man routine a minute ago."

"How long until your probation is over?" You asked Opie but your dad cut you off. "No no, no talking to the prospect. His probation isn't over for another two months." Your dad ushered you away from Opie, you waved at him as you were guided out of the clubhouse.

The anger Opie had been holding onto in the past half an hour poured out into his smile as they left. Pinney came to join his son and gave his shoulder a firm pat, "You got lucky son, if you hadn't just choke slammed that fucking asshole then Bobby would be out for your neck. It's only a few months, chin up."

"I can still talk to her right?" Jax chimed in helpfully and the Sons laughed.

It was going to be a long few months for both of you, made longer by your father making Opie's life hell.