there’s no place like the beach (or you)
paring: jj maybank x cameron!reader
warnings: smut, but mainly fluff
a/n: based on this ask! may have gotten a lil carried away
you were in the midst of riding a wave when you accidentally lost your footing, taking a tumble into the clear blue water.
you resurfaced, unfazed, spitting out the salty tang in your mouth as you caught your breath, pushing your wet hair back.
“you good princess?” jj called from where he sat on his board, waiting for a good wave to come.
“fine!” you called back, hopping back up onto your pink and teal board, paddling over to him. looking at his blonde locks, drenched from the ocean, swept back over his head. his gorgeous eyes. the way his face lit up with excitement, biting his lip to contain his grin and he flipped around on his board, stoked and ready to surf the swell.
“let’s go then!” he hollered. “yeah baby!”
you made your way to the shore, surfing till the wave died out. jj did his flip off of his shiny, waxed board, before dragging it to the sand. he collapsed onto the ground, arms and legs out like a starfish as he panted.
“you guys!” john b called from where him and the rest of the pogues were packing up the twinkie. “we wanna head out!”
“no way!” jj pouted. “i don’t want to leave yet.”
pope rolled his eyes, but you caught your sister sarah’s eye with a fond smile. “you guys go.” you offered, waving your hand in dismissal. “i’ll stay with him.”
“you sure?” sarah questioned. “dad wanted us home for-“
“no, i’m sure.” you interjected. sarah hesitated. “just go, it doesn’t matter.”
“see yall later then!” kie said before the twinkie engine sputtered as they drove away.
you plopped down next to jj, your knees to ur chest and your hand behind your back as you relaxed, face tipped to face the sun.
“i like this tiny lil thing on you.” he murmured, taking the strap of your white bikini adorned with orange flowers between his fingers. he pulled it and let it snap back against your skin.
“hey!” you whined in protest, playfully shoving him off of you.
he chuckled, shaking his head as he glanced at the ocean. your gaze lingered on him for a little while longer, smiling at him.
“how’s your dad been?” he questioned, breaking the silence as he kept his gaze ahead.
you had a rough relationship with ward. although you and sarah were technically both the middle children, you were more of the cliche middle child. - younger than sarah but older than wheezie - forgotten as a kid, rebelled against as a teen.
you hated your fathers ideals, what he stood for, and how he behaved. actually, when you defied him, it was the only time he gave a shit about you.
“prolly about the same as yours.” you joked, looking to the water, watching a pelican dive down.
he grinned lightly, making a noise of acquiescence.
your presence calmed jj. you had the kind of relationship where you could say nothing and yet everything at once.
when sarah started hanging around the pogues because of john b, you eventually joined in, too. she knew you’d get along great because of your common interests - the beach, and surfing especially.
and, surprisingly, jj didn’t hate you. he hated your brother rafe, of course, but that was to be expected. you pretty much hated him too.
jj maybank made you feel seen. in a world where u didn’t matter, he saw you and heard you. he even called you the kook princess, and didn’t even mean it as an insult. you were perfect in his eyes.
of course, he didn’t know about your feelings, and you didn’t know about his either. but you had grown to be best friends. he loved to tease you, especially poking fun at the fact that you never seemed to have any game.
it was because you only wanted him.
you stayed at the beach for a little while longer before heading back to the chateau. despite its unusual calm and quietness, you hopped into the out door shower, scrubbing out the sand that had filled the nooks and crannies of your bathing suit.
“all good in here?” jj questioned, a smirk on his face as he peeked his head around the wooden wall.
“jj!” you squealed, jumping and turning around. you glared as he chuckled. “i could have been naked!”
he shrugged casually. “i don’t see why that would be a problem.”
“ugh. you perv.” you grumble, secretly liking the attention, raking your fingers through your fizzy hair.
you continued about your business, ignoring jj who was still standing there. before you could ask why, he took a step into the water with you.
“jj.” you repeated in a mumble, cheeks flushing. “what are you doing?”
“showering.” he responded dumbly, placing a large hand on your waist and lightly pushing you out of the stream of cool water.
“showering, or trying to cop a feel?” you tease, placing your hands in your hips.
he shamelessly looked you up and down, a smirk growing on his face, naughty thoughts undoubtedly swarming his brain. “well…” he muttered, ruffling his hair, the water running down his body and chest. “i’ve never gotten with a kook before.”
you sputtered. “w-what? you seriously- wait it doesn’t matter. i was o-obviously kidding, i-“
he looked at you, taking a breath. or a gulp? he seemed a bit nervous as butterflies swarmed your stomach. he took a small step forward. “i wasn’t.” he said.
you look up at him, also stepping towards him, standing on your tip toes as he breath fanned over his face. “you’ve never? gotten with a kook before, i mean?” you whispered playfully.
he shook his head no. “you’d be the first.” he replied huskily, tentatively placing his hands on ur hips.
“so… why me?” you asked, your noses nuzzling against each others.
“because i’ve always wanted to.” he breathed, leaning in and pressing your lips together.
you got a tingling sensation from the feel, the butterflies erupting in your stomach and making their way to your heart.
you felt the need to grip something, to ground yourself, so while one hand wrapped around the back of his neck, the other reached behind you and gripped the faucet handle, leaning backwards as his passionate kiss pushed you further.
you couldn’t help the small whimper that escaped your lips as his tongue ghosted over your lower lip. his hand ghosted over your ass cheek, squeezing it, eliciting a louder sound from you.
“jay…” you breathed, slightly breaking the contact. “the others… my sister, they’re-“
“not here.” he finished for you, massaging the flesh of your backside, head lowering to rest in the crook of your neck, pressing kisses there like he’d always dreamed of. “they left a note.”
“oh” you nodded dumbly, head falling back as he sucked a bruise into you skin.
he hoisted you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as he pressed you against the wall. you felt the hardness beneath his swim trucks and involuntarily bucked your hips against it. “oh!” you repeated, eyes falling shut.
a strangled noise escaped his throat as he bit his lip, but he forced himself to speak. “open your eyes.” he said softly. “look a’me.”
they fluttered open, staring at his ocean blues which were now practically black.
“tell me.” he breathed. “are you sure you-“
“jj.” you interrupted. “i’ve always wanted this, too.” you confessed.
he looked at you for a moment before his lips crashed into yours again, his body rocking into yours, causing your core to pulse.
“mmf!” you whimpered, gripping the hair at the nape of his neck, your head falling to his shoulder.
his coarse hands gripped your hips impossibly tighter, grinding and guiding them against his cock. “fuck” he cursed, willing his knees not to buckle.
you pawed at his biceps, your breathing growing heavy as you rubbed yourself up and down against him. your pussy was burning with desire, but you were honestly desperate for any kind of release after ogling at him all day and his relentlessly flirting. your back arched off the damp wooden wall as you mewled.
“tell me what you want, princess. ill give you anythin’” jj groaned, pleasure taking over his senses.
“i-i wanna cum, like this, please! jay!” you moaned.
“i gotchu, baby. i got you.” he panted. his thumb began swiping over your clit, covered by your bikini bottom. “feelin good?”
your mouth was dropped open in a soundless moan as you nodded. “h-harder” you breathed, your hips taking over as you bounced up and down.
he put more pressure, rubbing rough, small circles over your bud.
“ah! yes!” you yelled, feeling his dick throbbing beneath you. “shit- oh, jj”
“c’mon, cum for me,” he whispered, his mouth against your ear, gazing downward, watching your hips hump against each other praising you. “prettiest girl i’ve ever seen. please. needa see you let go for me.”
little “uh uh uhs” left your mouth as you chased your high, nails digging into jj’s shoulder as you let out a loud moan, cumming over his ugly checker patterned bathing suit.
and, later, after yall actually showered, as you lounged in his self proclaimed bedroom in an over sized hoodie and your hair in a high pony you ignored the buzzing of your phone.
ward: Young lady, I told you to be home.
ward: Why out of all my children do you disrespect me so much?
ward: You’re an awful daughter.
ward: Whenever you get home, meet me in my study.
you placed it away from you, cuddling up into jj’s arms.
“you sure you don’t gotta be home?” he asked, his chin resting against the top of your head.
“i do.” you sighed. “but i’m not going to go.” you glanced up at him with a smile. “there’s nowhere else i’d rather be”
his lips broke into a cheeky grin, pushing you down against the bed as he kissed you, fingers making their way to your little shorts.
you snorted at his eagerness, but you didn’t mind it.
you had wanted each other for forever. it was time to make it official, anyway.