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Daddy Kink
Pairing: Bsf!JJ Maybank x Reader
Summary: You and JJ have secretly had feelings for each other for years. One night, after drinking a lot of tequila, he finds out you kind of like the idea of calling somebody daddy. Later that night he does something about it.
Warnings: Alcohol, use of daddy, dominant JJ, drunk sex, very rough sex, tongue sucking, oral (f and m receiving), a little bit of assplay, spanking, bondage, a lot of dirty talk
Word Count: 6k
A/N: A few people requested something like this when I was writing my Farmer’s daughter fic. Maybe the filthiest fic I’ve ever written enjoyy🤪
You and JJ had wandered away from the bonfire without telling anybody like you often did. One second you were passing a bottle back and forth walking along the beach within view of your friends and the next next you were far enough that the sound of music and talking was barely audible over the crashing of the waves.
At one point you both had just plopped down in the sand like you’d agreed to do so telepathically and began drunkenly rambling about whatever came to mind as usual.
“God, that’s so nasty,” you giggled after taking another sip of the cheap tequila.
“You’re still drinking it,” he smirked, lightly kicking your foot with his.
You kicked him back and handed the bottle back over. “It’s not about the taste.”
He takes a sip, not even making a face. “True.”
You make a face for him. “The way you just drank that with no reaction is... concerning.”
JJ leaned back on his elbows beside you, bumping his shoulder into yours. “You know what’s really concerning?”
You squint at him. “What?”
“Heard a girl callin’ Rafe daddy earlier.”
Your eyes widen, face twisting, then you bust out laughing. “Nuh uh.”
“Oh, yuh huh, sure did. She was like...” He raises his voice to sound more girly. “You need another beer, daddy?”
You hold onto his arm to stable yourself as you go into a full on giggle fit. Then it stops abruptly as you narrow your glassy eyes at him once again. “Wait, you’re not into that? I’d totally think you would be. Always calling yourself Papa J and whatever.” You shrug. “Personallyyy I think it’s kinda hot... I dunno.”
He just stares at you, the corners of his lips twitching up in surprise.
“At least in bed it probably might be. Not with Rafe tho—”
“You’re into that kinda thing?”
Your cheeks burned instantly, which only made his grin spread wider.
“I mean, I’ve never—”
“Oh my god,” he laughed. “You are.”
“Shut up.”
“That’s insane.” He turned toward you now, way too entertained. “You think that’s hot? Calling someone daddy?”
You groaned and dropped your face into your hands. “Shut up, JJ.”
“Nah, c’mon.” He nudged your knee with his. “Seriously? You?”
You shrugged hard “Maybe... I dunno.”
He stared at you for a second before barking out another laugh, head tipping back. “Sorry, that’s just kinda unexpected comin’ from you.”
You scoff. “Why?!”
“I don’t know! You just... act all sweet and innocent half the time.”
“I’m not that innocent.”
“Mhm.” His eyes dragged over you slowly, teasing. “Sure.”
You grabbed the bottle from him just to have something to do with your hands. “It’s not even that weird. A lot of people like it.”
“I didn’t say it was weird.”
You take a sip. “You literally did.”
“I literally said it was weird that someone called Rafe that.” His mouth twitched. “But… I kinda get it.”
You turned your head so fast he laughed again. “Yeah?”
“I mean…” He shrugged, trying to act casual, but there was a different look in his eyes now. “Yeah. It’s kinda hot.”
You giggled, taking another sip and wincing again, then smiled like you couldn’t even help it.
He kept watching you, very intrigued now. And honestly a little turned on by the idea of that word leaving your mouth.
“So,” he drawled, leaning closer, “what is it exactly you like about it, princess?”
You shrugged, trying to play it off even though your face felt hot. “I dunno.”
JJ gave you a look that clearly said bullshit.
“I mean,” you laughed nervously, picking at the label on the bottle. “It’s not like… the actual dad part... That would be weird.”
“Oh yeah,” he nodded in agreement.
“It’s more like…” You hesitated, searching for the words. “I think it’s hot when somebody’s taking control a little. Like they know what they’re doing and they’re taking care of you. Taking charge. That’s very daddy... if you will.”
JJ went still beside you, trying not to think too hard about the idea of taking care of you like that.
You kept talking before you could get embarrassed and stop. “Like being able to relax, I guess? Not having to think so much. And feeling... wanted like that. Like somebody’s paying attention to every little thing you do and tellin’ you you’re being good.”
The silence after that felt thick.
“Tellin’ you you’re being good, huh?” he says finally, voice a little lower than it had been.
Heat crawled up your neck and you laughed awkwardly. “Okay, wow, that sounded insane out loud.”
“No,” JJ said slowly, eyes fixed on you. “Actually that made a lotta sense.”
You glanced over at him and immediately wished you hadn’t because his expression had changed again into something completely different. Something fully fascinated.
You weren’t sure if it was by you specifically or just hearing a girl talk about that kind of thing maybe?
Probably not you, as much as you wished it was. You’d been friends since you were kids, so if anything was going to happen between you it would’ve happened by now. Right?
He leaned back on his palms, a shit eating grin across his face now. “So you like being submissive.”
Your jaw dropped. “JJ!”
“What? That’s pretty much what you said.” He grinned harder now, clearly delighted by your horror. “I’m learnin’ a lot about you tonight.”
“Oh my god.”
“I thought I knew everything already.” He shook his head dramatically. “Meanwhile you’re out here secretly wantin’ somebody to boss you around... Need to take a break from being the bossy one sometimes, I guess.”
You shoved his shoulder, giggling helplessly. “Shut up.”
“S’just crazy.”
“It is not!”
“It kinda is.” His eyes slid over your face lazily. “Sweet little you? Wantin’ somebody to call you a good girl.”
You rolled your eyes, shaking your head but still smiling like you couldn’t stop because heat was quickly pooling between your thighs at every word he was saying.
He hummed thoughtfully and took another swig from the bottle before nodding once. “Noted.”
You blinked at him then barked out a laugh. “Noted?”
JJ shrugged like this was completely normal. Because being flirty with you just to get a reaction was normal at this point. But tonight he was being overly flirty.
You narrowed your eyes at him, the corner of your lips twitching up curiously. “What does that even mean?”
“Means I’m listening.”
“I know what noted means, dumbass.”
His grin turned crooked. “You asked.”
“So, what? Noted for what? You plannin’ on foldin’ me up behind some driftwood later tonight and making me call you daddy or somethin’?” you shot back before you could stop yourself.
You quickly realized that that was overly overly flirty and pressed your lips together like you couldn’t even believe what you just said. You looked up him and he looked a little stunned... but also smiling?
He tried desperately to push away the image you’d just put in his head. Then he laughed harder than before—almost a little nervous. “Oh, man. You’re outta control tonight aren’t you?”
Your eyes were locked on his now. “Mhm. That just seems like what you were inferring is all.”
He laughed quietly now. “I’m just teasin’ you, princess.” But the way his eyes lingered on you made it very unclear whether he actually was.
You both drank more after that, passing the bottle back and forth. The conversation kept slipping into that weird space between joking and not joking.
Every time you thought it was normal again, JJ would look at you too long or say something in that low voice that made your stomach twist.
Eventually he stood, wobbling slightly as he brushed sand off his shorts.
“Aight. I gotta pee.” He announced before starting toward the dunes.
You giggled to yourself a little before calling after him, a little too confident with the tequila flowing through your veins. “Need help?”
JJ turned immediately, grin sharp. “Sure. You gonna hold it for me?”
You burst out laughing so hard you nearly dropped the bottle, falling backward into the sand. “Ew!”
JJ put a hand over his chest like you’d wounded him. “Ew??!”
You could barely breathe from laughing. “I do not trust your aim right now. You can barely stand up. I don’t want your pee on my hand, Jayj.”
He laughed and tried very hard not to picture his dick in your hand. But it was hard. And he was trying hard not to be.
“My aim is incredible. I’m offended.”
“Off like half a bottle of Lunazul? Doubt it.”
He pointed at you. “And that’s exactly why I need your help.”
You bit your lip, staring at him suspiciously now because honestly? At this point you genuinely couldn’t tell when he was kidding anymore.
“Go pee, Maybank.”
He gave you a lazy salute. “Yes ma’am.”
Somewhere around the bottom of the bottle, you decided to head back to his place. You don’t know why you both chose it over the Chateau, it just kind of happened. His dad was gone for the week on some quote unquote fishing trip up the coast.
The flirting had only intensified the whole walk there, to the point where you were blushing so hard he could see it in the dark. But of course, you blamed it on the tequila.
You stumbled through the door, giggling, your hands on each other’s waists to support each other.
“You’re so drunk,” he teased.
“You’re drunkerer.”
“Not a word.”
“Is now! What are you, the grammar police? My bad, officer Maybank”
He pinned you against the hallway wall, one hand braced above your head. “Yep, and you’re under arrest, princess.”
Oh.
It was a joke. It was always a joke with you two. The wrestling, the shoving, the casual way he’d throw an arm around your shoulder, or throw you over his shoulder.
But this didn’t feel like a joke.
His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide, and his breath smelled like tequila and the mint gum you’d given him half an hour ago.
“Say it,” he murmured.
“Say what?”
“That I’m drunkerer. Go on.”
You bit your lip a little and he leaned in without thinking about it until his nose touched yours, smiling wide and a little dopey.
You didn’t move away. So neither did he.
“Why do you always do that?” he asked softly, breath brushing your lips now.
You swallowed. “Do what?”
“Look at me like that and then pretend you’re not... Like you want me to kiss you.”
The hallway tilted. Because god, you really did. Your heart was suddenly very loud in your ears.
“JJ—”
“Tell me to stop.” His voice was rough and low and in a way you’d ever heard it before. “Tell me, and I will.”
Your mouth opened. Then closed.
That’s all he needed. His lips crashed into yours. He kissed you roughly, completely desperately, filled with years and years of wanting you and thinking it was never gonna happen.
You wondered if he was just drunk or if he really had wanted this as bad you always had.
But right now you didn’t care.
His hands found your hips and dug in, pulling you against him, and you let out a desperate, broken little whimper that only made him kiss you harder.
“Can we go to your room?” you gasped against his mouth.
He didn’t even answer. He practically dragged you down the hall.
When he pulled you inside, he kicked the door shut and spun you around before backing you toward the bed. You both laughed a little as you almost tripped over a pair of jeans on the floor and then he was crawling on top of you.
“You have no idea,” he said, his mouth on your neck, teeth grazing the skin just below your ear, “how long I’ve wanted this.”
Your breath shuddered at the confession. “How long?”
“Years.” His hands slid under your shirt, palms hot against your stomach. “Honestly, since I knew what wanting this felt like.”
You laughed, completely disbelieving, and the laugh turned into a moan as his thumb found your nipple through your bra.
“Yeah?”
“Dead serious.”
“Me too.”
He just stared at you for a second, taking in that information as much as he could in his inebriated state, then he pushed your shirt up and over your head.
His followed a second later, and then his chest was warm and solid against yours. You ran your hands down his back, feeling the muscles shift under your palms and he shuddered at the feeling.
“I want you so bad, JJ,” you whispered.
He pulled back a little, then his lips twisted into a smirk. “Yeah? You want me so bad... what,” he teased, his voice strained.
You giggled. “What d’you mean? ...what?”
His teeth caught your earlobe. “You know what I mean... Say it. What you were sayin’ you liked earlier.”
Oh.
You immediately blinked up at him with your best fake innocent expression, playing along.
“I want you so bad... daddy.”
He groaned, almost like it hurt him. Like it was the hottest thing he’d ever heard. “Again.”
“I want you, daddy,” you said sweetly, leaning in so that your lips brushed his. “Want you really really bad.” You pressed the softest little kiss to his lips and couldn’t help but smile at the way he looked at you afterwards.
“Fuckkk,” he groaned softly, brushing hair behind your ear. “That’s my good girl.”
Oh, god.
Your whole body went weak. Your lips parted a little without meaning to as you looked up at him. And oh, he noticed.
“You like that, don’t you?”
You nodded and his lips were on yours again, kissing you slow and deep.
He unhooked your bra and tossed it somewhere across the room. Then his mouth was on your breast, tongue circling, teeth scraping just hard enough to make you gasp.
“Like that, princess?”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes, daddy. I love it.”
His hand slid down your stomach, unbuttoning your shorts with one hand while the other tangled in your hair. “You’re gonna come for me tonight, alright,” he said, and it wasn’t a question. “A lot. I’m gonna make you come so many times you forget your own name, alright sweet girl? You want that?”
You nodded frantically.
“Use your words, angel.”
“I want that. I want you to make me come. Please.”
He pulled your shorts and underwear down in one motion and his fingers found you immediately, slick and wet for him. So embarrassingly wet.
“Oh, shittt. This all for me?”
You nodded, lip between your teeth. “All for you, daddy.”
You felt so submissive for him it was almost funny to you.
He pushed his finger inside you and your back arched off the mattress. Then another, stretching you out completely. His thumb circled your clit while his fingers curled, finding that spot almost instantly, and you grabbed his wrist just to have something to hold onto.
“Look at you,” he murmured, completely in awe. “Taking my fingers so well. You’re so fucking tight, babydoll.”
“Mmmm, don’t stop.”
“Wasn’t plannin’ on it.”
JJ’s mouth found yours again he tilted your chin up, angling you exactly where he wanted. The kiss turned messy quickly, his tongue sliding against yours, both of you breathing unevenly and moaning into each other’s mouths, unable to seem to get close enough.
You sucked on his tongue, pulling a surprised groan from deep in his chest. His rhythm faltered for just a second before he recovered, fucking you even harder with his hand.
“Oh my god. You’re a little freak, aren’t you?”
You giggled, kissing him again, soft and wet. “Your little freak.”
“Damn right you are.”
The orgasm hit you like a wave, sudden and completely overwhelming, stealing the air from your lungs. You cried out his name as he talked you through it.
“Thaat’s it. That’s my good girl. Let it all out.”
When you came back to yourself he looked a little surprised.
“That was fast.”
“Shut up.”
“No, I mean—” He shook his head. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Always wanted to make you feel like that.”
He kissed you again, both of you smiling into it. He groaned happily against your lips.
Then he was standing, unbuckling his belt, and your mouth went dry at the sight of him... because he was big. Bigger than you’d imagined, and you’d imagined a lot.
“Alright pretty girl. On your knees,” he said. Because you said you wanted someone to take charge so that was exactly was he was gonna do.
You obeyed before you even thought about it.
He fisted his cock, guiding it to your lips, and you opened for him happily. He pushed himself in, filling your mouth until you gagged, and then pulled back just enough to let you breathe.
“You can take it,” he said, stroking your hair as he pushed back in. “I know you can. You’re such a good little cocksucker, aren’t you?”
You nodded, eyes watering, his filthy words sending heat straight through you. And then you took him deeper.
“Fuck. Fuck, that’s—yeah, just like that, babydoll.”
He let you work him for a minute, maybe two, his hand tight in your hair, his hips rocking forward in small, controlled thrusts. Then he pulled you off, tilting your spit covered chin up to look at him.
“I wanna be inside you when I come the first time with you. Okay?”
“Okay,” you whispered.
“Okay, what, princess?”
“Okay, daddy.”
He smiled proudly and picked you up like you weighed nothing. He threw you onto the bed, stomach down, then pulled your hips up. His hand came down on your ass sharply and you moaned into the pillow.
“You like being spanked?”
“Yes!” you whined softly.
He did it again, harder. “Yes what?”
“Yes, daddy, I love it. Love when you’re rough with me.”
He spanked you a few times until you skin was hot and tingling, leaving bright pink hand prints on your skin, each impact sending sparks straight between your thighs.
Then he spread you open and you felt him pressed against you as he lined himself up with your pussy.
He pushed just the tip in, pulled out, and then shoved himself all the way into you all at once. The sudden stretch pulled a broken sound from your throat.
“JJ!” you whined, as you were filled in a way that you never had been before. The stretch was intense but god, it felt good. Because it was him. The boy you’d been imagining inside you for years.
“Baby... oh my god,” he murmured immediately, one hand sliding up your spine while the other stayed firm on your hip as he pulled you back towards him repeatedly.
Your fingers twisted into the sheets as you tried to adjust.
JJ let out a shaky breath behind you “Goddamn,” he whispered, almost laughing at himself. “You feel fucking unreal.”
“So do you,” you squeaked before letting out a long string of moans as he began to thrust even rougher.
Suddenly you felt something wet—his thumb, slick with spit pressing against your ass.
“Can I?”
You gasped and nodded. “Please.”
He pushed it in gently, just the tip, and sensation of being filled in both places made you sob into the sheets.
“Oh—JJ—oh my godd!”
“Too much?” he asked, pausing.
“Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop.”
He laughed. “I won’t, baby, don’t you worry.”
Then he thrust hard into you, and you stopped thinking entirely.
His rhythm was brutal. He moved fast and deep, his hips slamming against your ass, his thumb still buried in you, his other hand wrapped in your hair and pulling your head back. Every nerve in your body was absolutely screaming. And so were you.
The sound of your begging and praises and his strangled groans filled the room until you came again. You came even harder than the first time, harder than you had in your entire life.
But he didn’t slow down.
“That’s two,” he said, breathless, pulling you back towards him even harder now. “Think you can give me another?”
“I don’t kn—JJ, I—I—” But you already begin to feel it.
“I think you can. You’re gonna come on my cock again, angel. I can feel you gettin’ close already. Squeezin’ me so fucking tight. Holy shit, girl.”
He was right. God, he was right. His hand left your hair and reached around to circle your clit and you completely shattered immediately.
Three.
Three orgasms in the span of—you didn’t even know how long. Time had stopped meaning anything.
He pulled out and flipped you onto your back and the sudden emptiness made you whimper. Your legs were still trembling, skin slick with sweat, your brain somewhere in the stratosphere.
JJ looked you up and down, and then tapped his chin as if he’d thought of something.
“What?” you giggled.
“Got an idea.”
You watched him slide off the edge of the bed, breathing hard, his cock glistening in the dim moonlight from the window. He was looking at you like he wanted to devour you.
“Hands up,” he said. “Above your head.”
You did it without questioning. Your wrists crossed against the headboard, and you watched him pull his belt free from the jeans pooled on the floor. He gently looped it around your wrists, cinching it just tight enough that you couldn’t slip free, not tight enough to hurt.
“Too much?”
You shook your head.
He smiled. “Words, babydoll.”
“No. Not too much. I want it.”
He tugged the belt once, testing the give, and the headboard creaked. You were pinned. Completely open. All his.
“Perfect,” he murmured, and the way he looked at you made your hips lift needily off the mattress, aching for his touch. He crawled onto the bed, knees planted on either side of your hips, and just looked at you. His gaze dragged from your bound wrists down to your pretty, flushed face, your breasts, your stomach the wet mess between your thighs. The silence stretched.
“JJ, please—”
“Shh.” He smiled an entertained little smile as he pressed two fingers to your lips. “You don’t get to talk yet. You’re gonna lie there and take whatever I give you. Understand, princess?”
You swallowed and nodded.
The fingers slipped between your lips and you sucked on instinct, eyes locked on his.
His smile widened. “Such a needy little thing aren’tcha.” Then his mouth was on your throat. Not kissing—licking. A long, slow stripe from your collarbone to your jaw that made goosebumps erupt across your entire body. His tongue traced the shell of your ear and you squirmed against the mattress.
“Hold still.”
“I’m trying—”
“Try harder.”
His mouth moved lower. To your chest. To the curve of your breast. He avoided your nipples entirely, dragging his tongue in lazy circles around them without ever touching where you needed him to most. Your hips bucked once and he pinned them down with one hand.
“You’re doin’ that on purpose.”
Then he stopped.
“Obviously.” His grin pressed against your skin. “You’re so fun to torture, princess.”
He licked down your chest, down your stomach. He traced the line of your hip bone with the tip of his tongue, and your whole body jerked. The belt creaked. His stubble scraped the inside of your thigh, and then his mouth hovered right above your clit, breath hot.
“JJ,” you breath and his name came out wrecked.
“Beg.”
“What?”
“You heard me.” He pulled back just enough to look up at you, eyes feral. “Beg for it. Tell me what you want.”
“I want your mouth.”
“Where?”
“You know where. Please, JJ.”
He licked the crease of your thigh. “I want to hear you say it.”
“On my pussy.” The word felt filthy in your mouth but you loved it. And so did he. “Please, daddy. Please put your mouth on my pussy. Want your tongue on me. In me. Please please please.”
You wanted so badly to grip onto his hair.
His groan vibrated against your skin. “Good girl.”
He finally put his tongue on you, licking once up slowly and then diving it completely. It wasn’t gentle. He licked into you like he was starving, broad strokes from your entrance to your clit, his slight stubble rubbing against your inner thighs. His hands hooked under your knees and pushed them wider, opening you completely, and you couldn’t do anything but lie there and take it, a complete moaning mess.
“Tastes so good,” he muttered against you. “Could do this all night.” His tongue circled your clit. Then flicked. Then probed into you as deep as he could push it while he spread you open. Then he put his entire mouth onto you and sucked.
Your back arched off the mattress and you let out a pitiful half moan, half scream.
“There it is.” He did it again, watching my face this time. “Louder, angel. Nobody’s home. Don’t got no neighbors.” He thrust two fingers inside you now while his tongue worked your clit, and the combination was obscene. The feeling. The sounds. Then he crooked his fingers and you practically saw stars.
“Close,” you gasped.
“I’m close, I’m—”
He stopped mid lick, sliding his fingers out of you out or nowhere. “No.”
“No?” You sounded hysterical. You felt hysterical.
“No.” He crawled back up your body, his lips shiny, grinning that stupid grin he always had when he was messing with you. “You’re gonna come on my cock or not at all. Think I’m already addicted to feeling you clamp down on me, sorry princess.”
“JJ, Please. Please, I was right there!”
“I know, sweetheart.” He kissed you and you tasted yourself on his tongue. He held it out for you and you sucked on it again, despite your frustration with him.
“Fuck, you’re such a little menace. So fucking sexy.”
You whined. “Untie me.”
“Not a chance.”
“I wanna touch you.”
He smiled at that. “You’ll touch me when I say you can. Right now, you’re my little plaything. My fuckdoll. Aren’t you?”
That hit you somewhere primal. You nodded frantically, chewing on your lip.
“Say it.”
“I’m your fuckdoll.”
“And I can do whatever I want to you?”
“You can do anything you want to me.”
“That’s right.” He positioned himself between your legs, the head of his cock pressing against your entrance. Not pushing in, just resting there. Torturing both of you.
“And what does my little fuckdoll want?”
You swallowed. “Your cock.”
“How?”
“Hard.”
“How hard?”
You whine again and thrust your hips up lightly. “Make me feel it tomorrow. Want you to fuck the shit outta me, JJ. Pleasee.”
Something snapped behind his eyes and he slammed into you in one brutal thrust that buried him to the hilt.
You practically screamed. The sound bounced off the walls of his messy bedroom, loud enough that if anyone had been within half a mile they probably would have heard it.
“That’s it.” He pulled out and slammed back in. “Let everyone know who’s fucking you.”
His hips drove into you with none of the rhythm from earlier. This was desperate, feral, the kind of fucking that left bruises. One hand braced on the headboard above your bound wrists, the other gripping your hip hard enough to leave fingerprints. Every thrust punched the air from your lungs.
“You feel that?” His voice was strained, sweat dripping down his temple. “Feel how deep I am, princess?”
“So deep, daddy. So—oh god—”
“Who owns pussy, baby?”
“You do!” you answered immediately.
“Damn right I do. Say it. Say my name, princess.”
“JJ—JJ Maybank owns this pussy,” you say, completely breathless, eyes locked on his.
“That’s right,” he smiles, trying not to come from just those words alone. “Good” thrust “fucking” thrust “girl.”
A laugh bubbled up in your throat. You couldn’t help it. It was all so absurd—tied up with his belt in his childhood bedroom, getting fucked within an inch of your life by the boy who used to bury you in sand and dare you to eat worms. The giggle escaped before you could stop it.
He slowed a bit and raised an eyebrow. “Something funny?”
“Just—” Another giggle, cut off by a moan as he rolled his hips. “You called me a menace. You’re the menace.”
“Oh, I’m the menace? You’re the one who—” He thrust deep again, and your laugh turned into a choked gasp. “—sucked on my tongue like you were trying to steal it.”
“Because you taste good.”
“Fucking hell.” He kissed you hard, and you bit his lip just to hear him growl. Then he pulled back, his expression shifting. “You ready to scream again?”
You let out another giggle, completely gone for him. “For you? Always.”
He pulled out, flipped you onto your stomach, and the belt twisted around your wrists. He pulled your hips up so that your ass was in the air again, face pressed into the pillow, and lined himself up.
“This is gonna be deep,” he warned. “Tap the headboard twice if you need me to stop.”
“I won’t need—”
He thrust in from behind, and the end of the sentence vanished. You wailed into the pillow, as he filled you deeper than you’d ever felt. His hands gripped your ass, spreading you apart as he pounded into you.
“Holy shit,” you whimpered. Then you gasped as you felt his hand lift up and come down on your skin. “JJ...oh my god...” You could barely get words out at this point, so overwhelmed by pleasure that you could cry. Or pass out. Or both.
“God you look so good like this. Most perfect girl in the world and she’s taking my dick like a fucking pro.”
You turned back to look at him at that, hair sticking to your flushed face, lips slightly parted.
JJ’s expression softened instantly when your big eyes met his, movements becoming slightly less rough, because beneath all the teasing and filthy words, he still couldn’t quite believe this was you. His best friend who he was secretly painfully in love with in his bed, letting him do all the things he was doing to you.
He leaned down and pressed a messy kiss against your shoulder before resting his forehead there for half a second.
His hand slid up your arms carefully, fingers tangling tightly with yours.
“So perfect,” he said quietly. “It’s actually insane.”
You laughed weakly into the pillow, and the sound made him smile against your skin.
He fucked you a little less frantically now, till rough and deep but a little more passionate, until your thighs began to shake again.
The third orgasm of the night—no, fourth? You’d lost count—built at the base of your spine.
“There she goes,” he breathed, feeling you tighten. “There she fucking goes. Come on my cock, angel. Let me feel it.”
You shattered, letting out a shaky sob as he began to grind his hips at the end of each trust, hitting you in the perfect spot every single time.
His rhythm finally began to falter. “Where do you want it?” he choked out.
“Inside.” The word was barely coherent. “Please, daddy. Come inside me.”
“Fuck.” He slammed deep and held there, completely buried, and you felt him pulse. Felt the heat of him spill inside you. His groans turns into small choked noises as his hips twitched against you.
For a long moment after, neither of you moved, just breathed together in a complete fucked out daze.
He pulled out gently and unbuckled the belt with trembling fingers, before kissing the red marks on your wrists. He rolled you onto your back and collapsed beside you, and you both stared at the ceiling like you’d just survived a natural disaster.
“What...” He let out a breath of a laugh. “...the fuck.”
“You’re—I—” You tried to form words and failed miserably. “I can’t even talk.”
He smirked softly. “Oh yeah?”
“My brain is—” You gestured vaguely at your head. “Soup. I think you broke it.”
He laughed.
Then you laughed.
You both lay there giggling like idiots, naked and sweaty and covered in each other. It was kind of surreal.
“Did we really just—”
“Yep. Multiple times.”
He rolled toward you, propping himself up on one elbow, eyes soft. “You okay?”
“Never better.”
“You sure? I wasn’t too—”
“JJ.” You put your hand on his chest. His heart was still racing. “That was fucking amazing.”
He smiled and kissed your forehead. Then your nose. Then your mouth, gently this time, the kind of kiss that really meant something.
You both pull back and just lay there looking at each other, different than you ever had.
You reach out and brush blond sweaty hair away from his forehead. “Did you really always wanna do that?” you asked softly.
“Yeah,” he said without a second of hesitation. He looked at you with this crooked little smile that was somehow shy and smug at the same time.
“Like… really for a while?”
He let out a breathy laugh. “Princess, I’ve been trying not to think about you like that for, like, almost ten years. Since I hit puberty. It’s been torture having the hottest best friend in the world.”
You laughed quietly, cheeks warming again. You bit your lip before nodding. “Yeah, I know the feeling.”
He grinned so hard it hurt. “Yeah?” he murmured, brushing his thumb gently on your arm.
“Yeah.”
He leaned over and kissed you again.
“Here,” he said softly afterward. “Lemme get you cleaned up.”
He disappeared for a minute and came back with a warm washcloth and began cleaning up the mess he made between your legs.
You hissed quietly at the sensitivity and he immediately looked up.
“Sorry, baby.”
His voice was so sweet it nearly killed you.
“Jesus,” he muttered under his breath after a second. “I really did a number on you, huh?”
You giggled weakly. “Little bit. It was worth it though.”
“All red and puffy. Poor thing,” he said, half guilty and half fascinated. He pressed a soft kiss between your legs and your breath caught. Then he glanced up at you afterward with the tiniest grin. “Better?”
“Yeah.”
“Good.”
He tossed the washcloth aside and climbed back into bed beside you, immediately pulling you against his chest.
“Hey, JJ?” you said nervously after a moment.
“Hey, angel.”
You swallowed hard. “Is this just a sexual thing or…”
He studied your face for half a second.
“You askin’ if it’s more than that?”
You nodded.
JJ scooted closer instantly, like the very idea of distance suddenly bothered him. “It’s, uh... It’s definitely more than that. For me at least.”
Your chest tightened.
“I care about you more than literally anybody,” he admitted quietly. “Like... actually anybody. You’re my favorite person. Been that way for a long time.”
You smiled so hard it hurt.
“Good,” you whispered. “Cause you’re mine too.”
He grinned. “Yeah?”
“Yep,” you nodded, then a tiny smirk crossed your lips. “Plus I definitely don’t think anybody else could live up to what you just did to me, so.”
JJ barked out a laugh. “Oh, that’s the reason?”
“Mmhm.”
“That’s so romantic.”
You giggled as he pulled you tighter against him.
“So what, we’re like… together together now?”
“If you want,” you said softly. “Wouldn’t mind that.”
His smile turned warm. “Cool. Me neither.”
You kissed for a little while after that, slow and lazy and affectionate now, before he finally sighed dramatically.
“We should probably sleep.”
“Mmm.”
“We finished that entire bottle of Lunazul.”
“I know,” you groaned. “We’re gonna feel horrible tomorrow.”
“Yeah it’s gonna be struggle city.”
You laughed against his chest. “I’m not even sure I’ll be able to walk tomorrow. And not from the hangover.”
JJ snorted. “Aight, then we’ll just stay in bed all day.”
“Deal. That sounds perfect.”
He pulled the blanket up around both of you before pressing one last kiss into your messy hair. “Night, princess.”
You smiled into his chest. “Night, daddy.”
There was one second of silence, then both of you absolutely lost it, mattress shaking from laughter, your burning face pushing further into his chest.
“Don’t say that,” he groaned finally.
You peeked up at him innocently. “Why?”
“Because I might get hard again.”
You burst out laughing again.
“And I think,” he touched you gently between your legs, making you gasp quietly, “this needs a break.”
“Yeah, at least for a few hours,” you giggled, a little breathy, then cuddled further into him. “Goodnight, JJ.”
He kissed the top of your head. “Goodnight, baby.”
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and thank you maddie @epiphanyrogers for the idea of doing one for women and one for men hehe, my bisexual ass could not pick
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This was so fun hehehe💘 I couldn't think of a lot of guys tho🤣
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i think it's beautiful how life gives you infinite chances to experience better. just when you think you'll never find better, you walk right into better and your heart softens again.
high functioning depression is so unserious because i constantly feel like choking myself to death with my own hands but. i got laundry to do
I wanna be yours
bsf!jj x fem pogue!reader - based on this request | word count: 6.2k
cw: drinking, angst, smut, oral (f receiving)
“JJ, what the fuck, seriously?”
You were perched on the edge of Kiara's bed, her laying down beside you when JJ had snuck up behind you, grabbing your shoulders and almost making you fall off the bed. He laughs and flops down beside you, taking a handful of the fries you had been eating. You push him away from you, huffing, rolling your eyes.
“Sooo, what are we talking about?” He gestures to you and Kie, mouth full of fries.
The two of you were going through your photos, her helping you decide which one to send to the guy you'd been seeing. It wasn't anything serious — one date, and a messy make-out session in a bathroom at a party. You roll your eyes at him before continuing, “Well, I'm seeing that guy, Dylan, and I sent him a photo of me, waiting for him to reply.”
“Ughh, why are you going out with Dylan? He's so boring, the last conversation I had with him, I literally fell asleep.” JJ rolls his eyes, head dropping back with an exaggerated flop as he takes more fries, ignoring you smacking his hand away.
Kiara shakes her head, shoving JJ's legs off the bed, muttering about his dirty shoes.
“Shut up, JJ, he's not that bad.”
“Oh yeah? What do you like about him then?”
You think hard, not really being able to come up with anything, other than he's nice and a good kisser, and you tell JJ as much.
JJ tips his head back, laughing, “See, even you can't think of anything specific to say about him.”
You shove him as he continues laughing, barely budging. You narrow your eyes at him, “What about you? Last I heard you were going out with Hannah.”
“She say that?” JJ smirks, all cocky, as he cracks his knuckles.
“Oh please JJ, we saw you all over her at the last kegger.” Kiara pipes in as you look to JJ, arms crossed, waiting.
He shrugs, “She's hot and she was all over me, why wouldn't I go for it?”
“Ugh, you're so annoying, why are you even here?”
JJ laughs, amused by your annoyance, opening his mouth to let out some smart remark before Kiara interrupts, “Ooh he's typing”
You reach for your phone, excited, before seeing Kiara's face drop, frowning. You look at the message, roll your eyes, and throw your phone down onto the bed with a huff.
“Okay rude.” Kie says.
“What'd he say?” JJ's reaching for the phone now, curiosity getting the best of him at yours and Kiara's reactions. You snatch it away from him as he pouts at you, eyes sparkling with mischief.
“He just replied ‘nice’, that's all.” You're playing with the threads on the bottom of your shorts, head dropping a little as you feel the disappointment wash over you. You didn't even like Dylan that much, but it's still annoying when a guy can't send more than a one-word response.
“Alright, let's see this picture”, JJ states, sitting up straighter, head cocking right to left, flexing his fingers as if readying for a fight.
You shake your head no, hiding your phone from him as he reaches for it — confidence slightly deflated from the disappointing reaction — JJ's practically on top of you now, trying to snatch the phone from your hand.
“Come on, show meee,” he whines, like a petulant child.
“Fineee, here, oh my god, take it, just get your fatass off me,” you finally give in, pushing him off you with a grunt.
He grabs the phone grinning, victorious—JJ doesn't know what he's expecting, but it certainly wasn't this — his heart stutters for a second, breath catching as he looks down at what he thinks is the most gorgeous picture he's ever seen. You had settled on a picture Sarah had taken of you the day before, laid out on the boat, all tanned legs and barely there olive-green bikini, silver belly piercing sparkling as you shielded your eyes from the afternoon sun, a golden tinge cast over you, laughing, hair laid out wildly around you, all salty beach waves. He can't help but wonder what had made you laugh.
“Um, JJ?”
JJ clears his throat, realizing he had just been staring, not saying anything. He shakes off the stunned feeling, smirking with his usual cocky bravado.
“Shiiit baby, you look—mmm.” He pulls the phone to his face licking the screen as he watches your face screw up in disgust.
“Eww, JJ, what the hell?” You grab the phone off him, JJ laughing loudly as you wipe it on the back of his shirt, ignoring the flutter you felt at the use of the pet name. Only JJ could make it sound so casual and so full of meaning at the same time.
“I'm serious, you're somehow so fucking hot...and...so beautiful at the same time”, his voice lowers at the end, almost leaning into you now, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, staring at you—pupils wide, lips slightly parted, damp from his constant fussing — and you swear he's never looked so good. Your breathing is slightly heavier now, eyes not leaving his, barely noticing Kiara sitting right next to him. She looks between the two of you, sensing the shift in the room and rolling her eyes, used to the constant back and forth between you.
“Well, I'm clearly third-wheeling here, so I'm just going to disappear.”
The sound of Kie's voice seems to snap the two of you out of it, tension slowly dissipating as you give a way too casual shake of your head and wave Kiara back into the room.
JJ's smirking at you, he's got your phone in his hand again, going back to the photo and dramatically fanning himself, “Dylan's fucking crazy, you could literally get me to do anything for you if you sent me this, like I would actually bark for you.” He jokes, secretly sending himself the photo and deleting the message from your phone.
“Go on then pretty boy, do it,” you dare him. Kiara's standing with her arms crossed, amused at her two best friends.
JJ turns to you—looks you dead in the eye, and honest to god—
Barks at you.
The reaction is immediate — you crack up laughing, falling back onto the bed as you push his head away from you, him grinning back at you, shameless.
“Oh my god, JJ, what is wrong with you?” You're still laughing, tears coming to your eyes as Kiara joins in, shaking her head at him.
The laughter dies down and JJ looks at you intently, “Seriously though, you should dump him,” he says.
“You say that about every guy I see, or you scare them off before they even get a chance.”
“If they were right for you, they wouldn't be scared off,” JJ shrugs, unbothered, “sides, none of them were good enough for you, no-one is, princess.”
Your heart flutters at his nonchalant tone, as if there was no doubt that you were the most special thing in the world. Little did you know, you were, to him.
“Alright, well I gotta get going, pick up John B and Pope, see you girls at the kegger tomorrow night?” JJ stands up, giving Kiara a slightly awkward side hug as she grimaces, never having been one for physical affection. He walks over to you, wrapping you in a hug, and then, hesitates ever so slightly — before pulling back and kissing your cheek — nose pressed to the soft give of your skin, lips lingering for a second too long, warm and soft against you.
“Bye Jayj,” you breathe out, almost dreamily — every ounce of annoyance forgotten — the spot he kissed tingling as the warmth spread across your face, burning up. Kiara gives you a knowing look as JJ smiles at you, waving before closing the door behind him.
“What?” You mutter defensively at Kie, fingertips brushing the spot on your cheek, as if you could wipe away the rush of feelings that came with JJ kissing you.
“So when are you going to tell him?” Kie questions with a smirk.
“Tell him what?” Your brows furrow, confused.
“That you like him? That you're totally head over heels for him?”
“What? I am not!” You cross your arms over your chest, shifting uncomfortably, looking anywhere but Kie.
“Oh please! Come on, it's sooo obvious that you're practically in love with him; everyone can see it. You totally would have kissed him just then if I wasn't here.” Kiara teases, laying down in front of you, forcing you to meet her eyes.
“No I wouldn't have! And I'm not in love with him. He's my best friend. Has been forever.”
You're hesitant now. Am I in love with JJ? A smaller, quieter part of you whispers, Yeah duh, it's not like you get butterflies when anyone else hugs you or kisses you on the cheek.
“Yeah well, he totally likes you too, why else does he scare off any guys who even look at you? Also, did you hear him?” Kie mimics JJ's voice, deeper, “No-one's good enough for you princess.” Kie sighs, exasperated now — you'd had this conversation a few times and you never admitted to it before, so she didn't know why she thought you would now.
“JJ's like that with everyone, he doesn't want anyone new in the group, he didn't think Sarah was good enough for John B, but now that he's used to her, he's fine.” You're gesturing wildly, eyes flitting back and forth, determined to stand your ground.
“He is not like that with everyone. Do you see him calling anyone else beautiful or baby? He literally does anything you say. He saves his money just to buy you the snacks you like or to get you a charm for the bracelet that he got you. You know he doesn't let us leave anywhere without getting you something? If you're at work when we go to the beach, he makes us wait for him to find you a shell that he thinks you'll like.”
You blush, smiling softly — fiddling with the charm bracelet sitting on your wrist — remembering the shell collection sitting on your bedside table. The ones he'd handed to you so nonchalantly, as if he'd just happened upon them, not like he'd gone out of his way to find you something that would make you smile.
Kiara continues, “The first thing he asks any of us when we show up, is where you are and then runs off to call you or pick you up. He doesn't hug anyone else the way he hugs you, and I've literally never seen him happier than when he's with you. He stops listening to what anyone's saying the second you show up, and his whole face lights up like you're the center of his universe. Its disgustingly cute.”
Your face is burning now, eyes fixed on a particularly interesting part of Kiara's wall, mind racing as you process everything she's said. You can feel her eyes boring into the side of your head, anticipating your next words, silently pleading that her friend would just finally admit it.
“I'm scared though, what if—what if I tell him and it ruins everything or—or we drift apart because it gets too awkward?” You say softly, eyes meeting Kiara's now, hers full of surprise, not expecting you to have somewhat admitted your feelings.
Kiara shrugs, holding your hand in hers, “You don't know until you try.”
She says it like it's so simple — like it wouldn't mean possibly ruining the best friendship you'd ever had. Your eyes tear up at the thought, “I can't lose him. I can't.”
“You could never lose him. JJ would never let that happen, no matter what. I'm sure of that.” Kiara squeezes your hands, punctuating her words.
You take a deep breath, standing up as you look at her. “Holy shit, okay, okay, I'm doing this, I'm actually doing this.”
Kiara jumps up and squeals in excitement, grinning. You can't help but grin back.
“This is huge! We have to call Sarah and tell her.”
Sarah's just as excited, if not more so, squealing into the phone at a pitch so high; it makes your ears hurt.
“Okay, okay, tell us everything that happens. I mean it, do not leave out a single detail, I need every facial expression, every word. Everything.”
Sarah's excitement is infectious—you and Kie exchanging a playful eye roll at your friend's rambling.
“Okay, I'll tell him tomorrow at the party.”
“Absolutely not. You're going to go over to the chateau and tell him right now. If you wait any longer, you're going to chicken out.” Sarah demands.
You hang up with Sarah, after ruthless teasing from both her and Kie — 'he kissed her on the cheek before and she was all, Oh JJ!’ — hyping yourself up to finally tell your best friend how you feel, promising your friends every juicy detail.
───♡───
JJ was sitting on the porch of the Chateau, a slight cool breeze drifting through the trees, the water hitting the dock in soft waves, reflecting the afternoon sun. John B and Pope had joined him, cancelling whatever loose plans they had had for the day — fishing maybe, drinking on the boat. It didn't matter anyway. They could hound JJ wherever they were — which is exactly what they were doing.
“Oh come on man, you had the cheesiest smile on your face, practically skipping up the stairs, we know you were with Y/N. She's the only one you'd be that lovesick for.” John B flicks an empty beer can over to JJ, nicking him slightly.
JJ scowls and rolls his eyes, taking a long drag from the joint he'd been smoking — lazy smile on his lips, shrugging like he couldn't be bothered with the conversation, ignoring the way his heart had skipped a beat at the sound of your name. Fuck.
“What do you mean?”
“Oh come on bro, you know exactly what we mean.” Pope laughs and shakes his head in disbelief, struggling to understand how his friend could be this oblivious.
“You look like a little puppy following her around all the time. Why don't you just tell her you like her? She obviously likes you too.” John B's sitting up straighter now, tone more serious as he practically glares at JJ.
“Shut up. I don't know what you guys are on about.” JJ's getting worked up now, shifting in his seat, suddenly very uncomfortable.
Pope and John B exchange a knowing look, sighing and shaking their heads. They knew JJ would never admit it, but they couldn't help but try — pestering him endlessly, asking 'what about when...? Or when she....? Come on bro, you literally sent yourself a photo of her from her phone, I saw you staring at it.’
“You're so in love with her. We can all see it. I don't know why you think you have to deny yourself, or I don't know, maybe you think you're not good enough for her — but at least give it a chance JJ, you're more than you give yourself credit for,” Pope argued, John B nodding along in agreement.
That struck something in JJ. Hard. A rush of feelings he didn't quite understand came to claw at his chest. He hated it. So JJ did what JJ does best — deflects. He stands up tall, facing the boys, arms resting on the railing, face unreadable — almost cold, biting, with a touch of humour to it — a small smirk playing at his lips.
“I'm not in love with Y/N, Pope. I just think she's hot. So are a lot of girls.” JJ laughs, says it like it's the most ridiculous thing in the world, giving a casual shrug of his shoulders — completely oblivious to the fact that you'd overheard the end of the boys’ conversation.
You were walking up the back, about to turn the corner and to talk to JJ, confess your feelings for him, when you heard your name, stopping you in your tracks. ‘I'm not in love with Y/N, Pope. I just think she's hot. So are a lot of girls.’ You almost stumble back, JJ's words shooting an arrow right through your heart. You feel the lump rise to the back of your throat and tears sting your eyes. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. You quickly walk away before any of them notice you there, tears falling freely down your cheeks as you wipe at them quickly. His words stung in more ways than one, an indescribable embarrassment clawing at your chest. It wasn't just the fact that he didn't feel the same way, it was the way he threw your name out like it was meaningless, grouped you with every other girl he finds hot. Of course he didn't feel the same way. You don't know what you were thinking.
You were suddenly angry — angry at Kie for convincing you he likes you, loves you even; angry at Sarah for convincing you to come to the Chateau to tell him; angry at yourself for having hope that this could work; and somewhat angry at JJ — why did he act so differently with you then, as Kie had said? Was he just messing with me?
Your heart's heavy that night as you try to sleep, ignoring the missed calls and messages from Kie and Sarah, staring at the last message from JJ — ‘want me to pick you up tomorrow?’ You sighed, sending a text to your group chat with the girls — not wanting them to worry, or worse, call JJ and ask what happened — a quick ‘everything's fine, I didn't tell him, I'll explain tomorrow x.’ You ignore JJ's message, his words still running through your mind, as you put your phone on charge and go to sleep.
───♡───
You wake with a groan, feeling as though you've barely slept—you hadn't—your heart tugging slightly as you recall yesterday's events. Sending Dylan the picture, JJ telling you to dump him, JJ calling you beautiful, you admitting to your feelings for him, ready to tell him, only to overhear him — ‘I'm not in love with her.’ You groan louder, pushing your face into your pillow, contemplating hiding in bed the rest of the day.
You pick up your phone, seeing 3 new messages from JJ:
hey princess, you all good?
you didn't reply to me yesterday
i'm getting worried
You ignore the messages, instead texting Kie and Sarah to come over. They're there within an hour, sitting on your bed, listening intently as you recount JJ's words, head hanging low as they wrap you in a hug, muttering about what an idiot JJ is.
“Forget about him, let's have some fun.” Sarah shimmies her shoulders, wiggling her eyebrows at you—you can't help but laugh. Kiara's pulling you up as you groan reluctantly, eventually giving in, with a playful roll of your eyes.
You have a typical girls’ day — face masks and snacks, eaten on the bed as you laugh at the story Kie's telling; some touron who had asked her out at The Wreck — makeup items spread across the floor, Sarah trying on outfit after outfit, finally settling on a pink frilly skirt and a matching bikini top, covering it up with a white crop. You can't help but feel infinitely better by the end of it, giggling as Kiara swears under her breath, trying and failing to get your black eyeliner even on both sides.
───♡───
“Hi princess.” You hear a familiar voice coming up behind you, turning quickly as your eyes land on blue ones. JJ.
You had been avoiding him all night, arriving at the boneyard with Sarah and Kie, the three of you shotgunning a beer together, you hiding behind Sarah earlier when you saw him — all effortless good looks and messy blonde hair, shorts hanging low on his hips, t-shirt stretched across his chest. It was infuriating how good he looked without even trying. Ugh.
JJ had eventually spotted you from across the beach, smiling, shaking his head at how beautiful you looked tonight — white wrap mini skirt, and a matching sheer top over the olive-green bikini he loved so much, the charm bracelet dangling off your wrist, hair falling in effortless waves down your shoulders.
“What do you want JJ?”
JJ’s taken aback by your tone — he had thought something was wrong when you hadn't replied to him or hadn't found him immediately when you arrived, usually wanting to drink with him — claiming it was most fun with him. He shakes it off, thinking maybe it's in his head, maybe you're just in a bad mood.
“You look hot.” JJ smirks, eyes raking up and down you, waiting for you to flirt back—the way you usually did.
Your eyes snap to his, suddenly fuming, “Oh yeah that's all I am to you, isn't it JJ?”
“What the hell are you talking about?” JJ's heart's racing now, what did he do?
“Just leave me alone JJ!” You're walking away now, not bothering to look back.
“What the fuck happened to her?” JJ turns to Kie and Sarah, who had been standing nearby.
“Seriously JJ?” Kie rolls her eyes, glaring at JJ.
“Yes, seriously, one minute we're completely fine, and now she's suddenly icing me out? Ignoring my texts?”
“JJ, if you don't know what you did, we can't help you. It's not our place to say.” Sarah's calmer than Kie, running off to catch up with you.
JJ catches Kiara's wrist, eyes pleading with her as his hand comes to his chest, “Come on, Kie, please, just tell me what happened?”
“You really don't know?”
JJ's wracking his brain, coming up blank. The last time you saw him, you were fine, more than fine. He had even thought the two of you had shared a moment, remembering the way your breath caught when he kissed your cheek. Had he pushed too far? Did you find out he sent that picture to himself and were mad about it? He shakes his head—no, it couldn't be that—the two of you had done that multiple times—an ongoing joke almost—and you'd laugh anytime you'd see a photo of yours on his phone. Were you mad that he'd told you to dump Dylan? You hadn't seemed mad at the time—but maybe?
“No, Kie, please just tell me.”
“She overheard you at the Chateau Jay.” Kiara gives in.
“Overheard...what? She wasn't even...I don't know what—” His face slowly drops as he remembers— ‘I just think she's hot. So are a lot of girls.’
But why would you be upset about...? Unless? Wait...No. Oh shit. JJ's eyes snap up to Kie's, a million thoughts running through his mind at once, suddenly registering—but wait, he needed to be sure.
“Kie, why was she at the Chateau?”
“I'm not telling you anything else JJ, you have to go talk to her yourself.” Kiara stands her ground; arms crossed over her chest.
“Please Kie.”
“No JJ. I've already told you enough. Go talk to her.” She gives him a light shove as he nods, eyes scanning the crowds wildly, finally spotting you, sitting on a rock on the far side of the beach, alone. He runs over to you, slightly out of breath as he approaches.
“Ugh, seriously? Can you not just leave me alone JJ? There's plenty of hot girls at the party.” Your voice comes out with a soft sniffle.
You don't know why you're still holding onto what he said—it was a passing comment—it didn't mean anything. Maybe that's why — because it didn't mean anything. You wanted to mean something to JJ, thought you did, stupidly believed that maybe he was just as in love with you as you were him.
“Do you have feelings for me?” JJ blurts out, chest rising and falling fast as he anticipates your answer.
You're so caught off guard, so blindsided that you don't say anything—or anything that makes any sense for that matter.
“I—what? You can't just—JJ, where did you—fuck, what?!” You're standing up now, cheeks flushed in embarrassment, wanting nothing more than for the ground to open up beneath you.
“I—do you—do you have feelings for me?” JJ questions, stuttering over his words, looking down at the ground, face hot.
You sigh, taking a deep breath, deciding then and there—fuck it, I guess we're doing this — the alcohol you had drank giving you a slight edge.
“Yes. I do. I'm fucking crazy about you Jayj. You're the first person I think of when I wake up and the last person before I go to sleep. You're my best friend, my favorite person in the whole world.” You're rambling now, hands fiddling with your bracelet, heart pounding as your legs turn to jelly — a strange relief washing over you as you finally say it out loud.
Your head drops a little, not wanting him to see your lip quiver as you continue, “But it doesn't matter, I heard what you said at the Chateau yesterday Jayj and I know you don't feel the—”
“I do. I do feel the same.” He interrupts. Your breath catches in your throat, blinking up at him slowly. He's suddenly so close to you, hand brushing yours as his finger lightly hooks into the charm bracelet sitting on your wrist — the one he had given you, the one you never took off, not once.
“I'm just—fuck—I'm not good at this type of stuff and I was so stupid yesterday, Pope and John B were on me and I just wanted them to back off. Fuck—I don't know, it was dumb. But...but I...I don't want to mess this up. I...I like you. Fuck, I more than like you. You're fucking everything to me. You mean more to me than anyone else in the world. I can't—fuck—I can't imagine my life without you.” JJ feels like he's falling. Shuts his eyes. Waits for the thud. Braces himself for impact. It never comes.
He feels your hands gently cup his face, his eyes opening with a deep inhale, finding yours staring back at him, your thumb brushing across his cheek like he's something sacred. The softness makes JJ want to cry. His eyes are glassy as they meet yours.
“Can I kiss you?” He says it so softly; he worries you didn't hear him.
You inhale sharply, your heart feels like it's going to beat out of your chest, the sound of it so loud over the waves crashing in the back. You think you nod, leaning into him as his hand comes to cup yours on the side of his jaw. You can feel his breath, warm and soft against your lips, moving closer. Your eyes slip shut just as you feel his lips press into yours, your whole body going warm as his lips move against yours—soft, tender.
You feel his hands come to your waist, pulling you into him as he kisses you harder, deeper. You melt into him, wrecked. His scent washes over you, consuming you as your hands come to his hair, tangling in the strands, giving the slightest tug. He pushes against you, the kiss turning hungry and desperate, years of want and all the things left unsaid pouring into it as you chase each other's lips. You finally pull apart, JJ's forehead resting against your own; pupils blown, breath ragged.
“You want to go back to the chateau?” You whisper, half nervous.
“Fuck yes.” JJ kisses you again, soft and sweet, before tugging on your hand, you following close behind, giggling.
───♡───
You and JJ were standing in the spare room of the Chateau, JJ rubbing the back of his neck nervously, before grinning at you.
“Sooo, what should we do? You want to watch a movie orrr?” JJ trails off, eyeing you as you shake your head, laughing.
“Just kiss me, idiot.”
“Yeah? You're very demanding, gotta say I like this side of you princ—”
He's cut off by your arms suddenly wrapping around his neck, lips pressed to his in a hungry kiss. JJ's only surprised for a second, before kissing you back stronger—possessive even—hands reaching anywhere they could touch, before you pull back suddenly, taking your shirt off, pulling at his too, you want it off. JJ happily obliges, throwing it to the floor next to yours, eyes raking over you before kissing you again.
JJ's everywhere, your ass, your waist, hands brushing over your nipples—your bikini top had made it to the floor at some point, joining the rest of your discarded clothes, clad in nothing but your bikini bottoms. You're on the bed now, moaning into JJ's mouth as he kisses you. Heat pools low in your stomach as his lips wrap around your nipple, sucking, pulling and biting ever so softly. Your nails are digging into his back, not enough to hurt, just enough to keep you grounded as JJ's hands continue their exploration of your naked body. You're kissing at his throat, trailing your lips to his earlobe and sucking it into your mouth. JJ pulls back, eyes narrowed, full of pure want and adoration. His lips move to your neck, sucking gently, sure to leave marks.
His fingers play with the string of your bikini bottoms; he pulls back from your neck and looks you in the eyes, "Can I?”
You nod and let out a breathless “Yes.”
He moves down your body, kissing softly as he goes down, before slowly untying them and moving them to the side. Your face burns as his eyes fix between your legs. He bites his lip and groans, "Fuck, this pussy's so pretty baby.”
Your thighs clench together at his words — needing friction — before feeling his hand separate your thighs and slotting himself between them. You can feel him hard, pressed against your thigh as his lips come to yours.
“Mm-mm, don't hide from me.”
His fingers trail softly over your hips, teasing — you're tempted to grab his hand and move it to where you want.
“You want these fingers inside you, baby?” He whispers against your lips.
"Mhm, please JJ.” You sigh softly, impatient.
“Yeah? Want me to eat this pretty pussy?”
You nod, eyes pleading with him, breath heavy. He smirks at you, still not moving, hand holding your thighs apart as your body arches up into him. His dick throbs against his shorts—almost painful—he lets go of his grip on your thigh, keeping your legs spread with his own, hand moving to palm himself through his shorts at the sight of you — biting his lip to stop the moan threatening to escape — before fumbling to take them off.
His lips catch yours in a heated kiss, your bare chest pressing against his — the feel of his warm skin intoxicating — legs moving to wrap around his waist, hands pulling desperately at him. You moan into his mouth—you need more, more, more. JJ pulls away from you, smiling at the whine that comes from you at the loss.
“Fuck you're so gorgeous. I can't believe I get to have you like this. You have no idea how many times I've pictured this.” JJ's hand trails down your stomach, the other coming to grip your thigh resting on his hip.
"Pictured what?” Your voice comes out breathless, wanting.
“You—underneath me—legs wrapped around me.” JJ's eyes are boring into yours, drinking you in like he can't believe you're real.
He rolls his hips into yours, the hard outline of him through his boxers giving just the right amount of friction, making you moan out. He rolls his eyes back, letting out a loud groan at the feel of your wetness soaking through his underwear. He finally moves his hand between your legs, middle finger running up and down your folds as he kisses you, swallowing your gasp.
“Fuck you're so wet.” He breathes out, almost to himself, before pushing two fingers inside you. You clench around his fingers, sighing at the feeling of being full.
JJ's fucking his fingers into you now, curling them just right, hitting that spot that has you crying out, your walls sucking his fingers in—you're so wet, you can hear it. JJ can't help but wonder how you'd feel wrapped around his dick—palming himself at the thought—moaning into your neck as he places soft, wet kisses to the skin there.
JJ pulls his fingers out of you, spreading your legs wider as his face lines up with your dripping cunt. He looks up at you, eyes meeting yours as you give him a small nod. JJ can't think, the smell of you is dizzying. His tongue licks long and deep, right to your clit. He sucks your clit hard—forcing a moan out of you—reveling in the feel of you tugging on his hair.
JJ eats you out like a man starved, lapping at you, pulling your swollen clit into his mouth over and over, his fingers fucking into you, reaching spots your smaller ones couldn't. JJ's drunk on you. The smell of you. The taste. The fucking taste. You taste like heaven on JJ's tongue. He'd already had you coming once, determined to pull another from you. He pushes his face into you further—wants to drown in you—wants you to consume him whole. Your hands in his hair, in the sheets, gripping desperately, body writhing underneath him, mind dumbed on pleasure—your only thought—JJ, JJ, JJ.
“Oh fuck, JJ! Fuck, fuck, fuck, m’so close, so close.”
He comes up to kiss you, fingers moving impossibly faster, harder, as you get close. You taste yourself on his lips, moaning into his mouth.
"Fuck JJ, don't stop, don't stop.”
“You going to come baby?”
You nod frantically, eyes rolling back as his fingers hit your g-spot over and over. His palm presses hard into your clit as his fingers keep fucking into you. He moves back down your body, lips wrapping around your clit, sucking hard as you clench around his fingers.
"Yeah, that's it baby, doing so good f'me, give it to me, come all over these fingers.”
“JJ!” You come hard, clenching around his fingers over and over as your body writhes, back arching off the bed, hands reaching, desperately trying to find purchase on the sheets. JJ places his palm flat on your stomach, holding you down as his fingers continue their unrelenting pace inside you.
You ride it out, hips bucking, JJ's fingers finally slowing down, helping you come down. His fingers have stopped moving now, just resting in your warm, wet walls. He moves up your body to kiss you, hard.
“Fuck, baby, that was the hottest thing I've ever seen.”
You laugh softly before it melts into a moan as JJ pulls his fingers out of you, bringing his hand up to your face, his fingers glistening, slick stretching as he pulls them apart. He places his fingers to his lips, sucking them into his mouth, moaning at the taste of you.
JJ kisses you softly—a stark contrast to the way he had brought you to your orgasm just moments prior—his hand coming to cup your jaw, holding you like you might break under his touch. He pulls back to look at you—thumb stroking gently back and forth—a soft and sleepy smile playing at your lips as your hand comes to rest on top of his.
“You tapped out, princess?” JJ smirks at the sight of you — your eyes slipping shut with slow, sleepy breaths — clearly proud of himself for wearing you out so quickly.
“Shut up.” You push his face away from yours, rolling your eyes—your smile giving you away. You were glad of the banter, reassuring yourself that things wouldn't change too much now that you and JJ had crossed that line. You move your hands to his boxers before he pulls back, shaking his head.
“S’okay baby, you're tired, next time.” He mumbles into your hair.
Your stomach flips in anticipation at his words—next time. He rolls over to lay next to you, pulling you into him and kissing your forehead, brushing back the hair that had stuck to it.
“I can't believe that just happened.” You sigh, dumbfounded.
JJ laughs softly against your skin, fingers trailing up and down your arm, “I can't believe it either. I can't believe it's taken us this long to get here. I'm so crazy about you baby.”
You giggle softly, burying your face in the crook of his neck, hot breath fanning over him and JJ wants you closer, closer. Your skin is pressed to him anywhere it can be — your naked body slowly draping over his as his arms pull you tight.
“For real though, are you okay? You need anything?” He mumbles between kisses to the top of your head.
You hum sleepily, pressing your face into his bare chest as you feel the sheets being pulled up around you both, legs lazily tangling together.
“Just you, Jayj.”
“Always, princess. Always.”
a/n: sorry the ending is kind of rushed, It's 1 am and I need to sleep so bad! Also please excuse the formatting on this, i know there's some weird spacing (idk how to fix it and i'm done trying)
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jj maybank
★ - sexual content (18+) ✉ - requests
bsf!jj x pogue princess! reader
♡ do best friends do this? - 2.1k words JJ reluctantly agrees to you giving him a haircut, but will things stay platonic when he moves too close, touch lingering?
♡ i wanna be yours - 6.2k words - ★ ✉ You're finally ready to admit your feelings to JJ, but is he ready to admit his?
♡ love potion - 1.6k words - ★ JJ taste tests all your different flavored ChapSticks.
♡ friends who fuck - 2k words - ★ You, JJ and Kiara have a threesome.
♡ friends who fuck again - 2.1k words - ★
♡ don't call me princess - 2.4k words - ✉ JJ sees you kiss someone else and is heartbroken - the thing is - he'd never asked you to be his, so how can he be mad?
♡ we hug now - 1.6k words you and JJ were twin troublemakers, best friends for as long as you could remember — destined to be together, to live happily ever after even — but JJ's never learnt to hold a love like yours.
bf!jj x gf!reader
♡ mommy dearest - 9.4k words - ✉ JJ witnesses a horrific moment between your abusive mother and yourself (heavy themes)
♡ halloween special - 3.5k words - ★ You and JJ explore a knife kink in the woods on halloween night.
♡ birthday girl - 1.6k words JJ surprises you with breakfast in bed for your birthday.
♡ sean JJ - 1.8k words - ★ You moan someone else's name in your sleep, and JJ is not having it.
♡ wanna bite them - 2.2k words - ★ you're obsessed with your boyfriend's biceps and jj wants to test just how obsessed
jj x kook!reader
♡ bruises - 1.5k words You show up to the chateau covered in bruises and JJ is determined to find out what happened.
jj x sweetheart gf! reader
♡ indulge him - 1k words Everyone always seems to be slightly annoyed by JJ, but not you, never you.
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The Farmer's Daughter
Part 2
Pairing: Farmhand!JJ Maybank x Farmer's Daughter!Reader
Word Count: 2k
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After the day you introduce yourself, you start to bring him things almost daily: Pickled things you canned yourself, peach muffins your grandma taught you to make, biscuits, sandwiches with the crust cut off because you couldn’t help but make them cute.
JJ doesn’t know what to do with any of it. No one’s ever taken care of him before.
He sits on the edge of the tractor with his legs hanging off, eating one of your homemade cinnamon rolls and wondering when the hell he started smiling for absolutely no reason.
You start dressing up for him every time you know he’s going to be around. You curl your hair in soft waves, or tie it in bows with little silk ribbons that match your sundresses. You change from your chore clothes into skirts the moment you know he’s out by the barn. You put on short little jean shorts when you know your daddy’s gonna be out running errands for a while, when it’s safe for JJ not to get glared at. Because you know he looks. And you absolutely love it.
JJ doesn’t know it’s for him. He thinks you’re just naturally perfect.
One humid afternoon, three weeks in to him being around, he wanders over to where you’re arranging wildflowers on a quilt. You look soft, dreamy, like some picture in a storybook.
Your fingers pause over the stems, and when you look up at him, you don’t immediately duck your head like you used to. You do hold his gaze—just for a second longer than before. Long enough for something warm and fluttery to bloom in your chest.
It still gets to you, though. It always does.
Because it’s him.
Your smile comes a little easier now, even if it’s still shy around the edges. “Hi.”
“Hi,” he echoes, slower, like he’s noticing something different too. He tilts his head, squinting at you a little. “Look at you,” he murmurs. “Holdin’ eye contact and everything. I’m impressed.”
Your cheeks warm instantly. “What? Shut up, JJ, I always do that.”
He lets out a quiet laugh. “No, you don’t. You used to look at me like I was gonna bite you or somethin’.”
“I did not,” you mumble, glancing down at your flowers for a second—then catching yourself and looking back up again, determined.
That makes his grin widen. “Mm,” he hums. “There it is. That’s new.”
Your heart does a small, traitorous flip.
Because he noticed.
He’s been noticing everything.
Somewhere along the way, the space between you has changed and you’re not just the farmer’s daughter bringing him drinks and snacks anymore. Now you linger. You sit with him on overturned buckets while he takes breaks, knees brushing. Or up in the hayloft while he smokes a joint when your parents aren’t home. You laugh at his stories until you can hardly breath and he laughs at yours like they’re the best thing he’s ever heard. Like you’re the most interesting thing in the world to him.
You start helping him with his work too sometimes, handing him tools, holding boards steady while he hammers, standing a little too close while he shows you how to tie something properly.
“Not like that,” he’d said one morning, stepping behind you to guide your hands with the rope. His fingers closed over yours, warm and rough, moving them gently. “Here… yeah. Just like that.”
You’d nodded like you were paying attention, bottom lip between your teeth.
But you weren’t. Not really. Because you were thinking about how close he was. How his voice dropped when he talked to you like that. How he made you feel things lower in your body that nobody in your eighteen years had made you feel before.
And he’s gotten bolder. Flirty in a way that makes your thoughts go all soft.
Like the time he reached up and tugged lightly on one of your ribbons, smirking. “What’s this for, huh? Tryin’ to distract me from work? Over here lookin like a doll or somethin’.”
Or when you tripped a little in the grass and he caught your elbow, steadying you, his grip lingering just a second longer than it needed to. “Careful, princess,” he’d murmured, low enough it felt like it was just for you.
Princess.
The first time he said it, you forgot how to respond entirely. Now he says it like it’s nothing, along with a handful of other little nicknames that make you blush.
“C’mere, baby doll, I need that wrench.”
“Easy there, sunshine, you’re gonna get dirt all over that dress.”
“Mornin’, cowgirl. Ooo, look at you. Haven’t seen those boots before.”
What gets you more than anything is when he casually says. “That’s my girl.”
You know he doesn’t mean it like that. (You think.) Or if he means any of it. Or if he’s just like this—naturally a little flirty, a little charming with everyone. Which you really hope he’s not.
But then he looks at you the way he does and it makes your heart feel too big for your ribcage.
Back on the quilt, you tuck another flower into place, trying to keep your hands steady while he watches you like you’re something worth studying.
“What’re those for?” he asks.
“Just… for the table,” you say softly. “I like how they look.”
He nods, eyes still on you instead of the flowers. “Yeah,” he says after a second. “I do too. Real pretty.”
You glance up at him again and your chest squeezes. “What?” you ask softly, holding his gaze.
He shakes his head. “Nothin’, just... got a vision.”
You tilt your head. “A vision?”
“Yeah.” He steps closer, takes off his hat, and gently settles it on your head. “Completes the look.”
It’s warm and sweaty.
You wrinkle your nose but can’t help but giggle a little. “JJ… it’s all sweaty.”
“Yeah, well, you look cute,” he smirks. “Real cute, Sunshine. Wearin’ my hat.”
That makes you feel like you might combust right then and there. You don’t dare take it off. Not when he’s looking at you like that.
You twist one of your braids around your finger unconsciously, and JJ’s eyes track the movement like he can’t help himself.
He reaches into his back pocket suddenly, pulling out his phone. “Hold on—don’t move.”
You blink. “What?”
“Stay right there,” he insists, already angling the camera. “C’mon, princess, this is—this is important.”
You laugh, ducking your head a little. “JJ, no, I—”
Click.
He grins at the screen. “Too late.”
“JJ,” you protest softly, but you’re smiling, cheeks bright pink.
“Hey, look up,” he says, softer this time.
You do and he snaps another one.
Click.
“Perfect,” he murmurs.
You giggle again, a little breathless. “You’re so annoying.”
“Yeah?” he smiles, still snapping one more when you’re mid laugh, eyes crinkled, sunlight catching in your hair. “You’re doin’ great, Sunshine. OBX’s next top model. Keep goin’.”
“JJ—” you hide your face for real this time, but you’re laughing, shoulders shaking.
“That’s my favorite one already,” he says, lowering the phone.
Before you can argue, he drops down on the quilt beside you, knee brushing yours.
“C’mere,” he says, turning the screen toward you.
You lean in, shoulder bumping his, both of you looking at the photos.
You look happy. Glowy. Like the version of yourself you never quite see unless someone else is looking.
“Those are actually really good,” you whisper, smiling.
He glances at you instead of the phone. “Yeah, they are.”
Your eyes flick up to his.
He holds your gaze for a second, then clears his throat lightly and nudges the screen again. “I can send these to you... if you want.”
You nod quickly. “Okay. I’d like that.”
He laughs, almost nervously. “…I don’t have your number.”
“Oh,” you breathe, a little flustered yourself. “I can—um—give it to you.”
He hands you his phone without hesitation. Your fingers brush again, softer this time, slower, the feeling electric for both of you.
He watches you type your name in. Watches the way your bottom lip tucks between your teeth while you concentrate.
“Got it?” he asks quietly.
You nod, handing it back. “Yeah.”
“Good,” he says, like it means more than just pictures now.
Neither of you moves right away. You’re still close. Still angled toward each other. His hat slipping slightly on your head, your braid brushing his arm.
Your eyes lift to his again and this time, it lingers, making both your hearts beat a little faster. You’d never been this close before.
His gaze drops to your mouth for just a second and there’s a shift. It’s subtle, but real, like the air itself has changed. You both wonder if the other feels it.
You think he’s leaned in a little but you can’t even tell. Your mind feels scrambled, your heart is pounding so loud you’re sure he can hear it.
For a second it really feels like he’s going to kiss you. But then something flickers across his face: Doubt. Hesitation. Something heavier than either of you has words for.
He pulls back, fast enough that it almost feels like it didn’t happen at all, then huffs out a quiet breath, rubbing the back of his neck, eyes dropping to the quilt instead of you.
“Uh—” he lets out a small, awkward laugh. “Anyways, I just came over here to bug you.”
You laugh quietly, a little disappointed but trying not to show it.
He stands, brushing his hands off on his jeans like he suddenly remembers where he is. “I should probably get back. Gotta mow that big ass field before your dad thinks I ran off or somethin’.”
You nod, a little too quickly. “Yeah. Okay.”
He gives you one more look—quick, almost like he shouldn’t—then points at you lightly.
“I’ll text you those,” he says.
“Okay,” you repeat, softer this time.
He turns and starts walking back, slower than he probably should.
You sit there on the quilt, fingers still resting on the flowers, heart doing that fluttery, aching thing all at once. You’re a little bummed. You can’t help it. But your lips are still curved into a small smile, and your stomach is full of butterflies anyway.
Then you feel the weight on your head and laugh softly under your breath.
“JJ!” you call.
He turns almost immediately, like he was halfway hoping you would.
“Yeah?” he calls back, walking a few steps toward you again.
You stand, brushing your dress down, and lift his hat off your head, holding it out to him with both hands. “You forgot somethin’.”
His grin spreads as he reaches you. “Did I now?” he says, taking it and popping it back on his own head. Then he tilts it at you. “Thank ya kindly,” he adds, a little playful, eyes warm on yours.
You giggle, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, suddenly shy again.
“Well,” you murmur, voice sweet and a little sing-song, “wouldn’t be right, you goin’ off bareheaded in this heat.”
He huffs out a quiet laugh, shaking his head just a little, like he doesn’t know what to do with you.
“See you ‘round, Sunshine,” he says.
Your smile lingers. “Yeah… see you, JJ.”
And this time when he walks away, you watch him go, just like he watched you.
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The Farmer's Daughter
Part 1
Pairing: Farmhand!JJ Maybank x Farmer's Daughter!Reader
Summary: JJ gets a job as a farmhand and becomes slightly obsessed with his boss' daughter the second he sees her.
Warnings: Alcohol
Word Count: 1.4k
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The day your daddy hires a new farmhand, you’re out by the paddock brushing down your favorite horse, Riptide, and humming some old song under your breath.
Your dad hadn’t even started looking to hire anyone. But a few days before, his truck had broken down on the side of a back road just outside town—hood up, tools scattered, hot sun beating down. And before he could even get properly irritated about it, a blond boy had pulled over in a beat-up truck that sounded like it was on its last leg too.
JJ.
Didn’t ask for money. Didn’t make a big deal out of it. Just rolled up his sleeves, got grease all over his hands, and stayed until the engine turned over again.
Your daddy had watched him a long moment after that. The way he worked. The way he didn’t complain. He knew about his dad and his troublesome past, but hadn’t heard anything for a long while. And honestly, he could kind of see himself in him and knew a kid like that just needed some guidance.
“Boy,” he’d said finally, “you need a job?”
JJ quit his terrible waitoring job at a Kook-y restaurant later that night.
Today, it’s hot out, warm breeze tugging at the red and white gingham dress swishing around your thighs. Your brown boots are dusty. Your hair’s in two loose braids. You look exactly like the kind of girl someone writes country love songs about. Exactly what somebody would envision when hearing the words farmers daughter.
A boy hops down from the back of your dad’s truck a few moments after he pulls up, scanning the property until his eyes land on you.
When they do, he blinks once... then again. Fully wondering if you’re real and how he’s never seen you around before. Or if he did, how the hell he ever could’ve missed you.
You glance over your shoulder, cheeks warming the second you see him.
He’s tan, blond, sweaty from hauling feed bags into the truck, and handsome in a way that makes your hands freeze on the mare’s mane. He's wearing a cowboy hat that you recognize to be one of your dad’s.
You look back down, pretending to focus on brushing, but your heart is thudding and you’re suddenly unbelievably shy.
'Lord help me' you both think at the exact same moment.
Your dad calls him over to show him around, and JJ gives him a nod, but his eyes drift straight back to you. He can’t help it. You might actually be the prettiest thing JJ Maybank has ever seen.
When your dad’s turned the other way, he flashes you this small, crooked little grin across the yard — the kind that makes your knees feel weak and your face burn.
You tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, smile just a little and glance away again, too shy to hold his gaze for long.
He smiles to himself before following your dad to the barn, doing his best to listen.
JJ practically bursts into the Chateau later that day, dropping onto the couch with a dazed look on his face. John B tosses him a beer, which JJ fumbles like his mind is so preoccupied that he’s forgotten how hands work.
Pope narrows his eyes immediately. “What’s that look? How’d it go?”
JJ stares at the ceiling. “I think met an angel, boys... and Kiara. Like an actual angel on earth, I’m not even joking. Oh my god.”
John B snorts. “An angel.”
“Ok, I didn’t actually meet her. We kind of just looked at each other. But I will,” JJ corrects himself, pointing dramatically then running a hand through his messy hair. “Little dress. Braids. Boots. The cutest damn thing I’ve ever seen in my life. I—” He shakes his head. “I think I’m in love.”
Everyone snorts at the same time, exchanging glances. JJ laughs at his own ridiculousness.
John B leans against the doorframe. “JJ Maybank... in love?”
Kiara raises an eyebrow. “Who?”
“Mr. Y/L/N’s daughter.”
Kiara sits straight up. “Oh my god. Her? JJ, no, absolutely not.”
JJ frowns. “You’ve met her? How have I never met her? And why not? She seems sweet. And pretty... insanely pretty. And she smiled at me... I think.”
Kiara laughs in disbelief. “Yeah, I’ve met her, but I forgot her name. And she is sweet. Like, really sweet. Really pure. Please leave that girl alone.”
Pope nods vigorously. “And dude, her dad? He’s gonna kill you if you so much as look at her wrong.”
JJ spreads his arms. “Too late, I already looked at her right. And wrong. And sideways.”
John B groans. “Bro. Don’t get yourself murdered.”
JJ sips his beer and leans back, dreamy and doomed. “Worth it.”
He learns your name the same day he learns he’s genuinely in trouble.
Because you are sweet. Too sweet.
And he’s… not.
He tells himself a thousand times it’s a bad idea, that he should stay away, that you deserve some college boy with clean hands and a good home life. That his friends are right about him needing to leave you alone.
But then you walk outside in a little floral dress or a soft top with your hair curled just right, looking across the yard at him with those warm, shy but curious eyes, and every bit of resolve he has melts completely.
You bring him a mason jar of sweet tea on his fourth day of work while he’s replacing the belts in the mower. You walk up slow, nerves visible in the way your fingers tap the side of the jar.
JJ looks up at you, squinting a little from the sun. “Oh, hey there,” he smiles.
He’d wanted to say something every time he’d seen you the last three days, but decided that you should be the one to do it, not wanting to overstep.
You smile a little too. “Hey... I thought you might be thirsty,” you say, trying your best not to stutter. He’s even cuter close up, with his blue eyes and prominent dimple on his right cheek. He looks like trouble and something about that draws you to him even more.
JJ straightens, wipes sweat off his brow, and grins so bright it makes your stomach flip.
“Appreciate it,” he says, voice so soft he shocks himself. He takes the jar from your hand carefully, like he doesn’t wanna rush you off. “Really.”
You nod, doe eyes trained on his.
He drinks half of it in one go, tilting his head back, throat working as the cold tea hits. When he lowers it, he lets out a satisfied breath, shaking his head a little.
“Best damn tea I’ve ever had,” he says, glancing at you again, grin easing into something gentler. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” you say quietly.
There’s a small pause. Not awkward, just soft. Like neither of you quite wants to break it.
You tuck a piece of hair behind your ear, eyes flicking up to him and then back down again. “Um… I’m Y/N.”
His eyebrows lift just a little, like he’s been waiting for that.
“Y/N,” he repeats, almost to himself, testing the way it sounds. Then he nods once. “I like that.”
The corners of your lips twitch up a little.
He wipes his hand on his jeans before offering it, a little more proper than usual. Much more proper actually. “JJ.”
Your hand slips into his, smaller and much softer. You shake it gently.
“It’s nice to meet you, JJ. I’m glad my dad hired you. If you need anything… you can just ask. You’re—” you hesitate, then smile a little, shy but warm, “—you’re welcome here.”
Welcome.
Something about that hits him in the chest. He’s not used to anybody saying that and actually meaning it other than the Pogues.
“Yeah?” he says quietly, something in his voice almost disbelieving, but he covers it quick with a small grin. “Careful. I might take you up on that.”
You giggle soft and quick, like it just slips out before you can stop it—and it does something ridiculous to him.
He huffs out a quiet laugh, shaking his head a little. “Guess that means I’ll be seein’ you around, huh?”
You nod, still smiling, eyes finally meeting his for just a second longer than before. “Yeah… I guess you will.”
And then, because you’re you, you duck your head and start backing away, turning after a second to head back toward the house before your nerves catch up to you.
JJ watches you go. Doesn’t even try to pretend he’s not.
He lets out a quiet laugh under his breath, dragging a hand over his mouth like he’s trying to hide it from absolutely no one.
“Jesus,” he mutters to himself, shaking his head as he lifts the jar for another sip. He takes a slower drink this time, eyes still on the house even after you’ve disappeared inside. “I’m so screwed.” But he’s smiling when he says it. Still smiling when he sets the jar down and turns back to the mower, doing his best to focus. Because he’s never cared so much about keeping a job in his life.
Part 2
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