Pairing: Bsf!JJ Maybank x Female Reader
Summary: You and JJ are on a mission to find something in an empty classroom and need to look like you weren't when you get caught
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The classroom was dark, only lit by the sunlight outside cutting in through the blinds. You and JJ moved between desks, rifling through drawers, whispering quick updates every time you didn’t find what you were looking for.
“C’mon, it’s gotta be here somewhere,” JJ muttered, tugging open the filing cabinet at the back of the room. He glanced over his shoulder at you, blond hair falling into his eyes. “You’re sure this is the right place?”
You nodded, heart thudding. “Positive. If it's anywhere, it'd be here somewhere.”
And then you saw it—an envelope marked with the wheat stamp you’d been chasing. You held it up triumphantly, but before JJ could take it, the sound of footsteps echoed down the hall. Both your heads snapped toward the door.
“Shit.” JJ’s eyes widened, panic flashing across his face. “Quick, kiss me.”
Your heart stuttered. “What—?”
“Kiss me. Now,” he whispered urgently, grabbing the envelope and shoving it in the back of his pants just as the doorknob rattled.
You caught on and followed his orders, grabbing his cheeks and smashing your lips against his. He pressed you back against the cold metal filing cabinet, hands braced on either side of you. The kiss was messy at first, more about covering your tracks than anything else—until it wasn’t. His mouth softened, lingering, and suddenly you weren’t pretending anymore. His body was flush against yours, and you could feel the thrum of his pulse under your palms.
“Mr. Maybank. Miss Y/L/N. Seriously?” The teacher’s voice was sharp, scandalized.
JJ tore his mouth from yours, still caging you in against the cabinet, breathless. “Uh…” he gave a sheepish half-smile, still trying to catch his breath. “Sorry about that, ma’am.”
The teacher’s eyes narrowed, but after a moment, she sighed. “You’re lucky I don’t march you straight to the principal. Get back to class. Both of you.”
“Yessir—ma’am. Absolutely.” JJ threw up a salute and grabbed your hand before the teacher could change her mind, tugging you out of the room with that infuriating grin plastered on his face.
Once the door shut behind you, you finally let out the breath you’d been holding and smiled wide, not just about finding the envelope. Your lips were still tingling, your heart pounding, and JJ was still holding your hand like he hadn’t realized it.
“That was close,” you whispered.
JJ glanced down at you, his grin softening into something else. “Yeah,” he said quietly, his thumb brushing over yours. “Close.” He bumped his shoulder against yours.
The tension between you stretched, electric and heavy as you slowly walked through the halls.
You rolled your eyes, fighting back a smile. “Shut up, Maybank.”
You continued to walk but couldn't take your eyes of his face, chewing your bottom lip. JJ looked back over you and stopped in his tracks seeing the hungry look in your eyes.
Suddenly he was grabbing your wrist and tugging you gently toward another dark, empty classroom. Before you could ask what he was doing, he’d pushed the door open, pulled you inside, and kicked it shut behind him.
He didn’t let you finish. His hand slid to your jaw, and then his mouth was on yours again, hotter, more deliberate this time. No excuse. No cover. Just him kissing you like he’d been starving for it. You kissed him back just as desperately.
When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his breath ragged. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted to do that?” he whispered.
Your chest squeezed, your lips still tingling. “Maybe as long as I’ve wanted you to.”
His grin spread slowly, like he couldn’t believe what you'd just said. He leaned in to kiss you again, but you pressed a hand to his chest as his lips brushed yours, breathless and smiling. “We have to get back before they start asking questions. Or before we actually get in trouble."
JJ groaned dramatically but didn’t move away, his hand slipping down to lace with yours instead. “Fine. But we’re not done with this, princess. Not even close.”
The way he said it made your pulse race all over again.
By the time you and JJ slipped back into the classroom your pulse still hadn’t calmed down. You smoothed your hair, trying to will the heat in your cheeks to fade, but JJ didn’t even bother—he strolled in like nothing happened. He handed the envelope to John B under the table when the teacher had stopped eyeing the two of you suspiciously. Your friends' eyes all widened in excitement.
“What took you guys so long?” Kiara whispered, eyes flicking back and forth between the two of your pink faces.
"That thing was hidden good."
Kiara raised a brow. Her suspicious eyes flicked from him to you. “Uh-huh.”
You avoided her gaze, pretending to look at the papers on your desk like they were the most fascinating things in the world. But you couldn't help the corner of your mouth from twitching up. Out of the corner of your eye, though, you caught JJ looking at you again. The way his eyes softened for just a second, like he wasn’t in the room with anyone else but you.
John B tilted his head. “Why do you guys look… weird?”
“Weird?” you repeated too quickly, your voice a little higher than usual.
“Yeah,” Pope chimed in, squinting between the two of you. “Like you're hiding something. Like—like maybe you just made out and are trying to act normal about it.” Damn Pope. Always too smart for his own good.
You almost choked. “What?!”
JJ’s smirk widened instantly, like Pope had just handed him the perfect setup. “What makes you say that, Pope? Think I’d kiss her and not brag about it?”
Your stomach flipped, heat rushing to your face. “JJ—” you hissed under your breath, but he only grinned wider, clearly enjoying the way you squirmed.
Kiara’s eyes narrowed even more. “Mm-hmm. Yep, that's exactly what just happened.”
You began scribbling aimlessly on a piece of paper. You froze when JJ's foot slid to be up against yours.
You shot him a glare, but the smug sparkle in his eyes made your heart skip anyway. The air between you still buzzed with leftover tension and suddenly you'd never been so excited for school to be out.