"That's it mama, that's good right there! Keep fucking me like that. Juuuust like that," JJ is awestruck as he watches your ass bounce back against his dick. He throws his head back with a loud moan as he revels in the feeling of your tight walls around his hard dick.
He takes off his hat to run his fingers through his hair. Instead of putting it back on or throwing it on the floor, he places it on your head. You look back at him with a smile and adjust it to be more comfortable.
"You look so hot wearing my hat baby."
"Enough to let me keep it?" You always loved this specific hat. You would've worn it with pride, telling everyone who you belong to.
JJ chuckles, "Maybe, if you're a good girl." He begins taking control now, thrusting harder and harder. His pelvis repeatedly slaps against your ass cheeks, the sound echoing around the room.
"I'm gonna cum baby!" You moan out
"Yeah? You gonna cum while wearing my hat? And only my hat?" He leans over you so he can kiss your back and neck. One hand moves down to rub at your clit. "Cum for me mama, all over my dick."
You moan out and throw your head back as you reach your climax. JJ tugs you up so your back is against his chest. He has you in a headlock as he chases his climax, quickly overstimulating you.
"I'm gonna cum baby, where do you want it?"
"I- inside" JJ didn't hesitate to give you what you wanted. With a few more thrusts, he was cumming inside of you.
You fall back on the bed while JJ goes to get a wet rag to clean you up. Once the aftercare is done, he lays in bed with you on his chest and adjusts the hat so he can look at you better. "So?" You ask with a smirk.
JJ smiles softly, "keep it, it's yours." Just like his heart.
"Yes, JJ," you sigh. Maybe you sound impatient but come on! He's asked you that about five times already since the two of you started aggressively making out in the tackle-and-bait shop, that was thankfully closed and empty.
Your fingers are knotted in his hair, tethered to him, and you tug him closer by his locks so his lips are back on yours. It's wet and messy and fucking hot as he kisses you. It feels like your whole body is alight, tingling with the most erotic pins and needles you've ever experienced, as his hands impatiently trace along your body. Your waist and your hips and your waist and your hips and your stomach and your underboob and--
"Can I?" he mumbles against your lips as his thumbs brush against your breast. It's hilarious, even, as his touch is so light, so delicate, that it might not even be there. The cotton of your t-shirt is torturous against your flesh as JJ strokes your sensitive skin through it.
But despite how fucking turned on you are, you can't help but laugh. JJ pulls back, his hands slipping back to your sides, as he frowns.
"JJ, you can touch me," you giggle.
His own lips upturn in an embarrassed smile. It's as if he's just now hearing how much he's checked and re-checked and triple checked if he can breathe in the same air as you, and is cringing.
"Sorry, I just...y'know..."
"I know," you smile, calming yourself. You stroke your fingers lovingly through his hair. His dance against your skin, unable to keep still, unsure of where to go. "It's a change."
"That's one way to put it," JJ snorts.
His messy blonde hair isn't unfamiliar to you, but it is when you're the reason for it. His swollen, damp lips aren't an unusual look for JJ, but it is when you're the cause of them. This was crossing an unspoken boundary: friends to lovers. Tapping into feelings that were buried so deep and denied so vehemently that it feels almost impossible that this is happening. So, with that in mind, it tracks that JJ is so adamant that this is something you want to. That you're going to cross this line together, hand in hand, skin to skin.
And, God yes, do you want to.
It's with that final thought that has you pushing back against him, your lips reunited with his. He grunts, taken aback, but doesn't pull away. Your hand searches for his and you guide it to your chest, puppeteering the movements that have you sighing with pleasure.
"I want you to fuck me, JayJ," you mumble against his lips. A small moan is his answer, so gentle that you feel it can't have been on purpose. Kissing a path to his ear, you take the lobe between your teeth before whispering, "I'm yours to touch as much as you want. I always have been."
he’d get all flushed in his cheeks, his cock stirring in its confinements when your boobs bounce as you run around with Cleo on the beach. He acts like he’s never seen a nice pair of tits before! He desperately tries to cover his painfully obvious boner by readjusting himself, yet it makes him look all the more guilty as he bites his lip when his eyes meet the flush meat of your ass.
and when he finally gets to have you, he doesn’t last long. You’re grinding on top of him, your clothed cunt damp against his tan shorts—but you had to do a double take as you watched him cum in his pants. “M sorry mama, y’jus too pretty.” He whimpered when you continued to grind down onto him, his hands meeting your hips to help guide you.
he’d be completely drunk off of the taste of your pussy, ruggedly lapping at your cunt that he had the pleasure of cumming in. The bitter-sweet taste of the mixture of both of your release on his tongue had his mind spiraling, and your moans made him grind his cock onto anything he could like a bitch in heat. Just a “good boy, honey” and he’s so done for!! I love needy! virgin! subby! jj. We need more of him!! :)
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you could almost feel his gaze on you from the diner sometimes. as if he was waiting to strike. the first time you saw him, he was standing outside the glass diner a strange expression on his face. clearly, he was high out of his mind as he tried to stumble and hang onto the street lamp. you had been talking with jj, him chuckling about you having whipped cream on your face - and you spotted him.
he was staring dead into your soul, and you felt your breath quicken pardoning yourself to the bathroom. no, you couldn't do this, and when jj asked you what happened you had whispered some excuse.
he knew where you were. your masterful escape hadn't been masterful after all.
sometimes rafe scared you. it was the early stages of your pregnancy with him. the feeling of being so suffocated carrying his baby. and it wasn't like he didn't love you no, sometimes you cried to him fists drumming on his chest, screaming, wondering where you had gone wrong.
where had you gone wrong for him to be so punishing. for his protective cage to make you fall prey to him? it was the feeling that your heart would break if he whispered a bad word, and you hated it cowering against his heavy words and hoping that he wouldn't get you back from putting a toe out of line.
being with rafe had been some of the worst and best times of your life. it was when you got a taste of teenage freedom, putting out a small dress to sneak to a party, tasting punch and he was there. you looked a mess with pink glowy lipstick, shyly trying to ease into your new shining persona.
he saw you, a hopeless deer in headlights and suddenly if anyone tried to bump into you - he was there. it felt nice to be cared for, and sometimes he'd take it far. taking you anywhere in your car, and making sure that his hand wandered near your waist.
but it was after the baby that things went wrong. he was cursing at you for being so stupid to get pregnant. you had cradled your head in your chest as he cussed you out, heavy drums in your heart. he tried to persuade you first -
"you don't need a baby. no, you don't need one," he would coo, eyes red from whatever he was on, as you tried not to stop yourself from sobbing. you made meek sounds, practically folding into yourself as you rocked from side to side.
he took this as you disrespecting him, "hey?" he snapped his fingers, eyebrows furrowed as he clenched his jaw, "what the hell is wrong with you? fucking embarrassment," he would spit out, almost as if he was disgusted with your behaviour.
then you would whimper with sadness, and it only amplified his anger, "jesus christ. i'm always taking care of you, and this is how you reward me?" he barked, his voice sharp and unforgiving. you shook your head, telling him you were sorry.
you had your baby in the morning, an early baby. he wasn't even there in the reception, as her wrinkly face mewled for someone. you had tucked her into your lap, swearing - swearing to get away.
but then he came like your prince charming, eyes red while carrying a baby bag, and a stupid pink outfit that he told you she could wear. it was tacky and too big, yet you felt the need to cry. maybe this was a sign that he would change. maybe this was a sign from the gods. there was a forced smile on his face, as he looked at your sticky baby.
it finally came down to how he acted around the baby. never cleaning up after. after all, you were eighteen when you had her, practically children as if you were playing family. he was smoking, abusing drugs and then coming back to your apartment telling you he'd get better.
the day you left was a breath of fresh air.
so what was he doing coming after you? you tried to ignore it, but sometimes out of the blue - weeks after his first sighting, he would be looking at the glass window with a clear look on his face. as if he was going to come in, and yet he didn't. every single time you dared him with your eyes, meek hands shaking as you tried to stay away from that entrance.
at this point, your favourite place was next to the counter, next to jj where you could yap as much as you wanted. sometimes jj would tell you to shut it as he made food, because one time the two of you were talking and he'd messed up an order. the guy had yelled at him, and all jj could do was shrug, a playful smile on your face looking at your flushed face.
the two of you were taking it slow. you didn't know how to do it all, but since that day he sat you down in his lap, playing with the strands of your hair - you didn't know who you were to him. yet, it felt right laughing with him, letting him touch your waist leaving you completely rendered. you were under a spell as if he was the sun and you were the moon.
you were running back to him every single time, a bright smile on your face. after all he was the one who told you to go to art school. so that's what you did at night while leaving your baby at the elderly women's house. she was so sweet, as your baby girl blubbered and giggled. she was the grandmother you had always wanted for your little girl.
everything was fine.
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it would be a lie if jj said he hadn't noticed the strange guy staring at the glass from time to time. he was always there when you were, giving you a stare that could bring the dead back to life. jj didn't know who he was, and to be honest he was giving him the creeps.
you always seemed to stiffen whenever the guy came into view, and jj couldn't help but scowl when the jackass came to view. it was the only time he hated the wide glass windows in the diner. it meant that you had to see that guy peeking in.
what creeped him out even more was the amount that the guy stared. sometimes he came out drunk, eyes red as he stumbled onto the sidewalk. jj was waiting for him to come in. waiting for him to confront him - and yet for his whole ordeal, he had never taken a step inside the diner. he wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.
"i like this dress," jj mused the next day you came in. he wiped the table looking up at you. the diner was closed up, and the little bell jingled he knew it was you. he didn't know how this became a thing - but you always came after things ended.
sometimes the two of you would share an ice cream sundae sitting next to the counter, sometimes he'd get you some chocolate milk - but never had he asked why you came.
you liked talking about your day during those times. you sat there all pretty and prepared, he'd never admit it but he liked how much you dolled up for him. there was always some flowery blouse you had on, or a tight skirt. sometimes it was a maxi skirt or some jeans. but you always look so pretty.
you smiled bashfully at the compliment, biting your lip as you tilted your head. you held your baby tight, and yet she wiggled out of your hands to make it to jj.
"oiagh," she sputtered out, "wah, wah," incomparable words but jj couldn't hlep but chuckle, lifting her up to look at her better. she was around 10 months now, her tiny curls in pigtails. she was wearing tiny overalls and a backwards hat.
"look at you," jj murmured, toying with her hat, "such a cutie," he sighed, and she shrieked with happiness as jj poked in her in the stomach. he couldn't help but gaze over at you. you had this dazed happy expression on your face that made him giddy with joy.
you wiped your babies drool, before pinching her cheek, "she wanted to look like you."
jj laughed, eying you in an incredulous look, "i don't wear overalls," he pointed out, tugging at the straps for her to only scream with joy again.
you rolled your eyes, "close enough. it's the cap for me."
"alright. alright. i'm not fighting with you mama. c'mon lemme get you something..." he paused pretending to think, and you giggled, "you want something sweet, am i right?"
"ding, ding, ding! a point for mr. mayback!" you drawled, before sitting next to the counter. "chocolate milk, please."
jj folded his arms, a teasing lit to his voice as he watched you fix your dress, "you're working me to the bone."
"i like my men hardworking."
"so you say."
then the two of you were off, talking about the different things that had happened. he told you about the mess with the muffins, and you talked about your favourite show. it was a perfect evening, and before you knew it you were yawning resting your head on jj's shoulder.
"you look tired," jj breathed out, softly moving your hair out of your face. you stirred, sleepy eyes looking at him a gentle smile gracing your face.
your heart stuttered staring at him, "it's that one that keeps me up," you said pointing at the tiny baby who was also asleep next to the couches. then suddenly you watched jj get up alert but thought nothing about it.
he finally spoke up, "how about you take a small nap?"
that sounded great to you, and before you knew it you were burrowing yourself in jj's sweatshirt, sleeping in a warm bed.
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jj was practically running while trying to keep up with the man in the window. he was there again when the two of you were speaking, and he hated it. like a stalker following your tracks, so jj did what he was best at.
act recklessly.
"hey! stop right there asshole."
the man turned around at the sound of jj’s voice, his expression shifting from one of eerie calm to a volatile mix of anger and amusement. he stopped in his tracks, turning to face jj with a smirk playing at the corners of his lips.
"what do you want?" the man sneered, his voice dripping with condescension. he stuffed his hands into the pockets of his jacket, rocking back on his heels as if he had all the time in the world.
jj’s eyes blazed with fury as he closed the distance between them, his fists clenched at his sides. "who the hell are you?"
the man scoffed, "i'm rafe. rafe cameron. i thought you'd know about me by now."
"i don't know what you're talking about fuckface."
for a moment, something dark flickered in rafe’s eyes, and his jaw tightened. but then, just as quickly, the mask of arrogance slipped back into place. "you're telling me you have no idea who you’re dealing with?"
jj's glare intensified. " listen man, i don't give a shit who you are," he started scoffing, "but i know the food looks great but you can't stay out there staring at people. it's messed up, makes you look like a creep. come in and get a bite or jus' fuckin' leave."
rafe’s laughter was cold and hollow, echoing in the empty street. "oh, i will. don’t you worry about that." he took a step back, his gaze never leaving jj’s. "but for now, i have better things to do."
and he jumped into his car, a shiny truck with blaring lights. all jj could do was look into the dark wondering who the hell rafe cameron was.
you wipe your hands down the front of your apron, turning to face a very disheveled jj. he’s holding a huge mixing bowl of cupcake batter and a spatula, his face etched in confusion and covered in flour.
you deflate into a giggle, placing the final cupcake wrapper in your hand into the baking tray before rushing over to him. you life your hand to wipe the powder off his cheek. when you mentioned to jj that you were spending the day baking, he insisted on helping you out somehow. “i just need you to help me pour the batter into the tray on the stove. then we can take a break, promise.”
if baking was a love language, it would be yours. the last time you’d gone with the pogues on a treasure hunt, they kept complaining that the twinkie’s snack supply had finally run dry. you took that personally, deciding right then and there that you’d bake the gang cupcakes for your next adventure. when you mentioned your idea to jj, and he jumped at the opportunity to help you out despite having zero baking experience.
“sounds easy enough.” he shrugs, following you to the stove and sneaking a lick of batter off the spatula.
“aht!” you scold him, pulling a hand towel from your apron pocket to smack his arm. “that’s really unsanitary.”
“yeah, well they’re mostly for me anyway. ‘n i’m helping, so.” he shrugs playfully, leaning over you as he takes another big lick in your face.
you snatch the spatula from him, scowling to keep yourself from smiling. “seriously, jayj.”
“alright, alright. locking in.” he recedes, eyeing you as he holds the heavy bowl up over the cupcake pan. you guide his hands to each empty space, using the spatula in your hand to push the batter out into each mold until the bowl is mostly empty. the contents fill the tray almost perfectly, only a little batter remaining in the mixing bowl.
“perfect! thank you, jayj.” you beam, shaking the pan gently to smooth out the batter before lifting it, opening the preheated oven and sliding it in. you push the oven closed, dusting off your hands in completion. “they’ve gotta bake for 20 minutes or so.”
“oh, then we got plenty of time.” he raises his eyebrows at you with a smile, moving closer and slipping his arm around your middle.
you grin, playing coy and just shrugging your shoulders. “for what, exactly?”
“you know what.” he laughs, putting his hand under your jaw to lead your rosy lips to his. you smile into the kiss, the perfect ending to a perfect day.
you separate and your eyes stay closed, trying to stay in the moment until you feel the spatula covered in gooey cupcake batter painting over your nose.
you gasp, “jj maybank!” as he escapes any further scolding, running out of the kitchen laughing with the spatula in hand.
includes: f! reader, established relationship, dubcon, somno, fingering, kinda public?, ooc gojo probably, not proofread
satoru just can't help himself no matter the circumstances.
he’s restless, tossing and turning—well, metaphorically tossing and turning. currently, he was squeezed between you and suguru in your bed. suguru’s face was pressed into your walls with his back flush against satoru, satoru was curled into a little ball with his face nuzzled against your shoulder, you were laying on your tummy with your face tucked into your pillow, and shoko was laying on her back holding her own stomach. it was wildly uncomfortable; a full sized bed is only made for two, after all.
but, even with his best friends (and, more importantly, his girlfriend) sleeping next to him, he was incredibly pent up. he was painfully hard and he didn't even know why.
maybe it was your ass, uncovered by blankets and peeking out of your tiny plaid shorts. maybe it was the heat of so many warm bodies next to each other. maybe it was the small whines escaping your parted lips whenever shoko would move in her sleep and knee you. maybe it was just you—the usual reason.
but the why didn't matter to poor little satoru. it was the solution he was focused on.
a hand snakes up the back of your leg, cold fingers warming from the heat of your skin. he couldn't see too well in the dim light of whatever disney movie you’d put on to sleep to, but the way your legs instinctively opened had his cock twitching. he nuzzled his nose against your cheek, “wake uuupp,” he whispers.
you furrow your brows, a small shake of your head before pressing your face further into your pillows.
his fingers slid under the hem of your flimsy shorts. but suddenly he stopped when suguru shifted in his sleep, his back uncomfortably contorted against satoru’s. satoru frowns. he waits a few seconds (though it feels like eternity to the desperately horny boy) before his hand started to grope your ass.
“wake up,” he murmurs directly into your ear, pressing a small kiss against the lobe.
you shuffle a little, hiking one of your legs up to rest on shoko’s lap. you were, unfortunately, starting to slip out of unconsciousness, but you were still in denial. shoko yanked the blanket off of you with a huff, then she rolled over so her back was facing you.
“wake up, babe,” satoru whispers again, voice growing a little more annoyed as he continued fondling your butt.
you let out a small whine. but you still twisted your face towards satoru, cheek squishing against the pillow adorably. you open your eyes, though your eyelids were still too heavy to open more than a sliver. a small pout played on your lips.
“hey,” he grins when you wake up. thank fucking god. he slips his fingers between your legs underneath your shorts, running his knuckles along your slit. “missed you.”
you let out another whine but you're quickly cut off by a “shhhh” from satoru. you pout further. though you don't push him away.
he continues rubbing your dampening folds gently through your panties. your lashes flutter shut again, nodding just a little.
“you have a dream?” you murmur.
it wasn't uncommon for satoru, the horniest man you know, to wake you up when it was just the two of you after a really good dream. however, it did shock you some that he’d act on those needs with your friends literally right there. you were still too sleepy to say anything.
“no, i haven't slept,” he admits quietly, scooting somehow closer to you to rest his head against your back.
that's different.
but you just nod, too tired to question further.
he flicks your clit through the thin and, now, slightly wet cotton of your underwear. and your face scrunches up in a meek attempt to stifle any sounds of pleasure you needed to let out. he lets out a heavy breath he didn't know he was holding in. satoru could barely go a day without you. so, naturally, he missed her—your pussy, she is.
he wraps his long legs around one of yours, his aching erection poking into the side of your thigh. he pushes your undies to the side lazily, letting his fingers explore your now exposed sex.
“this okay?” he mutters.
“what if they wake up?” you say back, voice high and scratchy from sleep. he shakes his head.
“they won't.”
that was all you needed to be convinced. satoru took your lack of response as an okay to slip his middle finger into your leaking hole. you threw your face back into your pillow, taking your lip between your teeth harshly to quiet yourself. he did the same, chewing on his bottom lip hard enough to hurt.
he slowly—oh so slowly—fingered you. it was torture how he just barely pumped in and out of you, curling the pad of his finger against that spongy spot inside you that had your thighs shaking.
his and your breathing grew heavier as he continued to languidly work your cunt. he brought his free hand to flick against your bundle of nerves, earning the tiniest whine from you. he shakes his head with a small hiss, “be quiet."
you bit down harder still on your lip it was surprising you hadn't drawn blood.
satoru squeezed his thighs around your leg before rutting his hard-on against your plush thigh. he had to force himself to keep his own advice and be quiet. he was leaking precum through his boxers and, most likely, the thin fabric of his pajama pants. he let his eyes roll back behind his shut eyelids.
he sped up the movement of his fingers, just enough to have your back arching towards him. he was practically humping your leg like a bitch in heat. both your breathing was extremely labored and your eyes were screwed so tightly shut it almost hurt.
you were both reaching your highs embarrassingly quickly. satoru increased the fervor of his movements to something actually worthwhile. the nasty squelching of your aching pussy around his finger filled the mostly quiet room, though it didn't bother either of you.
he grinded against your leg harder. you could practically feel how his dick was throbbing through his clothes.
“‘m gonna—” you mumble into your pillow, a bit of drool leaking from your mouth onto the soft pillowcase.
“me too,” satoru mumbles with a small nod.
he slips in his ring finger after he speaks, causing your silent mouth to hang agape. he rutted into you still, but you were so focused on how well his hands were working you that the poking of his boner didn't even bother you.
you came at the same time, synchronized. his seed spilled into his boxers, wetting the cotton all the way through to his pants. your squirt gushed onto the bed under you with a muffled whine. he pulled his hands away from you to grab your ass one last time before resting them on your back.
“sorry, jus’ needed you,” he mumbles. he almost sounds shy—so cute!
he doesn't even care about how he finished in his pants as the aftershocks of pleasure lulled him to sleep.
unfortunately, before you could reassure your sweet, needy boyfriend that it was okay, suguru shifted behind him.
Summary: It was never a good idea for two pogues to date, it was something you’d agreed on for years. But sometimes it was just impossible to avoid… especially when it came to you and JJ.
Warnings: Sexual references, cursing
Author’s Note: Just a little idea that came to me, I’ve been struggling to find inspiration to write the requests in my inbox so hopefully y’all can be patient with me <3 Thanks for the love as always xoxo
“Alright, you versus a bear, who’s winning?” You point towards John B, your beer almost spilling in your hand.
“Are you kidding? A literal bear? I wouldn’t stand a chance,” John B scoffs, reaching forward to take another drink from the cooler.
You were all dispersed around the grass outside of the Chalet - Pope and Kie sat on one of the tree stumps, John B on old garden chairs and JJ on the floor with his back against one of the trees.
“What kind of bear are we talking about?” Pope questions, “Because polar bear isn’t even worth talking about. Then again, I don’t think you’d win against any bear.”
“You guys have no faith in yourselves,” JJ pushes himself to stand up, “You just have to do that thing you know where you like…” He widens his stance and stretches his arms up high, beer still held in one of his hands, “And then you just sort of-“
“JJ you couldn’t beat a bear in a fight!” Kie interjects, “You would be dead in seconds.”
“You literally fell out of bed the other day because you thought you felt a fly in your ear!” You point out and all eyes look up to see you.
“When did that happen?” Pope half-laughs, his brows furrowing a little.
“The other day,” You clear your throat, trying to fight back the heat rising to your cheeks, “When we all stayed here. He jumped up and it woke me up, you know, because I was on the couch.”
They seem to believe you for long enough that the conversation diverts, but JJ’s eyes remain on you, a smirk tugging at his lips. You widen your eyes at him quickly but he just smiles at you more, shaking his head and taking a sip of his beer.
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“Well look who can’t be trusted to keep a secret!”
The voice makes you jump back to reality - looking up from where you were sat perched on a wall waiting for that specific voice to arrive. It was the perfect spot, far enough away from the Chalet but close enough that it didn’t take long for you to meet. Today, you’d left first so now were sat waiting for JJ to meet you. When you look up, he is grinning at you, his hair messy over his head.
“I recovered it, actually,” You roll your eyes at him, “I can’t believe I said it, I wasn’t even thinking.”
JJ laughs and comes to stand in front of you, his hands resting on your legs, “I don’t think they suspected anything.”
You shake your head, looking down at him from your position on the wall.
“Ready to go home?” He smiles, stretching out his hands for you to take.
You hop down in front of him and he moves his hands to your waist to catch you, you just stumbling into his chest a little as he steadies you on your feet.
“Hi,” JJ smiles down at you.
“Hi.”
He laces his fingers with yours and the two of you walk down the lane towards your house, one only a short way away from John B’s house. But you’d take the longer way back so that nobody saw the two of you, obviously.
“How long do you think we can keep this up without them knowing?” JJ asks, glancing over his shoulder into the dark as he waits for you to open the door.
“I have no idea,” You shake your head, “But we have to at least try to.”
“Oh yeah this’ll just be boring when everybody knows about it,” JJ jokes, gripping your waist as the front door closes behind you.
He spins you around and you grip onto the front of his t-shirt, pulling him with you, “Boring huh?”
JJ laughs, stumbling to catch up with you as the pair of you tumble into the bedroom.
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The following morning, you wake up to the sound of a phone buzzing repeatedly, stopping momentarily and then ringing again.
“JJ that’s your phone,” You grumble, nudging at his side as he was asleep beside you.
He groans and stretches beside you, his eyes still shut.
“JJ,” You push his arms off you, “Where the hell is your phone?”
He stretches his arms up and lifts the comforter off from both of you, looking underneath. When it’s not there, he stretches an arm over the side of the bed and pats around on the floor, finding his discarded shorts and pulling his phone out of his pocket.
“It’s Pope,” JJ grumbles, swiping to answer the call, “What do you want Pope?”
You can just about hear his words on the other end of the line as he raises his voice, “Where the hell are you? You said you’d help out with my Dad today! I’ve just come by your house and you’re not home.”
JJ looks at you and widens his eyes, mouthing a ‘shit’ before turning back to the phone, “Shit, sorry man, I completely forgot. I-“
He pauses and looks around the room as if an excuse is going to pop up out of nowhere.
“I hooked up with this girl last night who’s here on holiday,” He grimaces at the lie, “I just lost track of time and she’s still asleep and I can’t get out.”
“You’re an idiot,” Pope returns, lessening in his stress on the other end of the phone, “Just get here when you can, my Dad’s stressed as hell.”
“I got you, I’ll be there as soon as I can,” JJ nods, “I’ll leave now.”
“Oh, and Kie asked if you’d heard from (Y/N),” Pope cuts in quickly, “Apparently she’s texted her a bunch this morning but hasn’t heard anything.”
JJ looks at you and gestures towards your phone, “No, I haven’t spoken to her. I’ll let you know if I hear anything.”
They hang up shortly after and you glance over the texts from Kie in your phone - one asking you to call her to give her an excuse to leave home, another saying the surf was good so the two of you should go out, another saying that she’d be worried if she didn’t hear from you by twelve because you’re always up early.
“God they don’t make it easy to avoid them,” JJ jokes, pushing his arm underneath you to pull you into him, “I’m sure they can wait five more minutes.”
“Five minutes? Pope sounded like he was about to blow a blood vessel if you kept him waiting any longer.”
JJ laughs and pulls you over so that you’re on top of him, dipping his head to kiss your neck, “He can wait fifteen, twenty, maybe thirty minutes…”
~~~
By the end of the day, the group of you are all on the boat out on the water. The sun’s setting, the water is flat, and it’s only you guys for as far as you can see. You and Kie are leaning against one side of the boat as she rolls a blunt up between her fingers, the boys sat opposite you.
“So JJ, tell us about this girl,” Pope encourages, nudging his friend in the side.
“Wh- what girl?” JJ clears his throat, shifting in his seat.
“The girl you were with this morning,” Pope frowns, “How did you even meet her? We were at John B’s until at least twelve.”
JJ shifts again, “Yeah, well, I just met her on my way home, we got talking, what else do you need to know?”
“There was someone on vacation in the cut?” John B scoffs, “Was she lost?”
“No-“ JJ flushes red, “No it was just-“
“Are you hiding something from us Jayj?” Kie raises her brows, sitting forward a little, “There’s something you’re not telling us. Who is this girl?”
He moves again in his seat and scratches the back of his neck, “Cut it out, you weirdos. I don’t have to tell you anything, so stop asking.”
The three of them all exchanges looks between each other and you but you just shrug your shoulders as if dismissing the topic. And, eventually, they dismiss it too, all looking at him a little more suspiciously than before. You drink a few more drink, pass around the blunt from Kie and try to convince Pope that one puff wouldn’t do anything to him. It’s still a warm evening when the sun has set and so you and Kie convince the boys to dive into the water with you.
You strip down to your bikini and catch eyes with JJ as he watches you, his gaze trailing up and down your body. He notices you looking at him and his cheeks go red, a smirk hovering over his lips. With that, you step onto the edge of the boat and dive over, your arms stretching in front of you to hit the water first, driving you underneath the surface. When you come up, Kie and John B have jumped in too, John B shaking the water from his hair so that it sprays in every direction.
“Come on guys, don’t be boring,” You encourage, paddling with your arms to push yourself back in the water, looking up and Pope and JJ on the deck.
JJ looks down at you and smirks, like he is watching the way you move, diving in close to you so that the water splashes in your direction. You drag your hands over your hair to pull it away from your face, stretching your neck up as you do.
“Holy shit (Y/N) what’s that?” Kie exclaims, grabbing your wrist before you can move it or cover anything.
Hers, and the boys’, eyes are all focused on the purple blotchy patch on your neck - a mark courtesy of JJ from the night before, or from this morning, you couldn’t remember which one.
“I did-“ You pause, “It’s nothing.”
“That’s not nothing, that’s a hickey!” Kie laughs, “Who are you not telling us about?”
“Nobody! Nothing!” You shake your head, pulling your hair back around to the front of your shoulders so that it covers the mark again, “You guys are way too nosey today.”
“Yeah at least someone agrees with me,” JJ scoffs, “Seriously guys, leave her alone.”
Pope looks and JJ and frowns, “Are you kidding? You’d normally be straight on this, why wouldn’t you want to know who this guy is?”
JJ shrugs, “Well, if you ask (Y/N) about her guy you’re going to want to know about my girl so it’s not worth it. Leave it out, virgins. Find your own people to be interested in.”
They make a few more comments about how you two were just as bad as each other, and Pope makes a joke about how it’s like their parents are both having affairs at the same time, and John B reminds them that JJ and you would likely be the most unconventional parents ever. But, thankfully, it relieves their attention away from you.
You all swim for a while as the sky darkens, illuminating with stars overhead as the sun disappears. Eventually, Pope, Kie and John B each end up back on the boat, all three of them laying down to stare up at the stars. Pope points out constellations and Kiara tells him when he’s wrong. JJ swims over to you from behind, where the two of you are close to the boat, and wraps his arms around you.
“JJ,” You hiss, glancing up to make sure you’re hidden under the stretch of the boat deck pointing out over the top of you.
“Shhhh,” He mumbles, his head dipping to your ear, breath fanning hot over your skin, “They’re not looking.”
JJ moves to your neck and shoulder and kisses the skin, and you find yourself leaning into his touch.
“I’ve missed you today,” His words are practically inaudible, so close to your skin that you’re certain he would mark them into you if he could.
You bring up a hand and run it through his hair, wet under your touch as you hum in agreement, “Tonight?”
“Tonight,” He smirks, kissing your skin once again before pulling away, “Alright, fuckers, I’m getting cold, let’s get going.”
Eventually, all of you end up back at Kie’s after she says that her parents are out. JJ makes a short attempt at coming up with an excuse but it is dismissed quickly when they say he never has other plans without them. So you and him reluctantly agree to go with the rest of the group, and now you’re all sat sprawled across the couches with a film on that you weren’t exactly paying attention to. JJ was sat next to you on the two-person couch as the other three were on the bigger couch adjacent. Kie reaches back and pulls a blanket from the back of the sofa, putting it over the three of them, and JJ takes it as opportunity to do the same, his hand resting on your thigh as soon as the blanket is over both of you. You look at him with raised eyebrows but he is yet to tear his eyes away from the screen, though a smirk now covers his lips. You place your hand over his but don’t make any effort to move it. He runs his thumb over the skin, like it felt so comfortable to have you under his touch.
The other three are completely oblivious, caught up in the film and their growing fatigue. You wonder now what they’d really think, if they saw you together, if they knew you were the ones occupying so much of each others’ time. If they knew how much of a secret this whole thing had been - would they laugh and tell you that it was stupid for you to ever hide it? But it wasn’t worth the risk, was it?
“Hey,” JJ squeezes your thigh lightly, “Should we get going?”
You nod tiredly and fight the urge to rest your head on his shoulder.
“I think we’re going to head home,” JJ comments to the other three, “Well, I’ll walk (Y/N) home and then I’ll go to mine, obviously.”
John B frowns at his friend, “I can walk (Y/N) home, she’s closer to my place anyway.”
“Nah, that’s okay, I like the walk,” JJ smiles, standing up and stretching his arms back, “It’s not far.”
The other three exchange glances between each other before Kie says, “Why are you being so weird recently?”
“Weird? We’re not being weird. You’re weird,” JJ shakes his head, stopping himself by chewing the inside of his cheek.
“Right… because that wasn’t weird,” Pope returns, looking at JJ as if some kind of alien was stood in front of him, “Seriously, man, are you ill or something?”
“We’re going now,” You encourage, “See you guys tomorrow.”
You know they’re talking about you as you go, questioning what the hell was going on. But you don’t care to think about it for too long. JJ’s hand finds yours as soon as you turn the corner out of Kie’s driveway and he squeezes some reassurance back to you - whether they knew or not, this wasn’t going anywhere.
~~~
The following morning, you and JJ wake up to no alarm, stay in bed until eleven, eventually bicker over who was going to make breakfast until you realise that you actually didn’t have any food in the house. He grumbles and groans before finally agreeing to go to the shop for you, telling you he’d go if you agreed to cook. You settle on the agreement and he tugs on his clothes to change, half of his belongings now migrating to your house since he spent so much time here.
“Alright I’ll be back in twenty minutes babe I-“ JJ’s voice cuts off instantly as he opens the front door.
He’s met with the sight of John B, Pope and Kiara all sat on your porch, looking up at him with the same ‘explain yourself’ expressions on their faces.
“Um, (Y/N)?” He calls back his hand settling on the door like he’s still deciding between stepping outside or just shutting the door and never coming out again.
“What did you forget your-“ You pause too as soon as you see them, your eyes glowing with the same panic that his did.
“Alright,” John B folds his arms over his chest, “I think you guys have some stuff you need to tell us, you know, just a few things.”
“Yeah, you know, it’s funny actually,” JJ lets out a half laugh and scratches the back of his neck, “So I walked (Y/N) home last night and then I went to go back to mine but I actually ended up staying, no reason really, well, there was obviously a reason, why wouldn’t there be a reason? And that reason was that-“
“Because we’ve been seeing each other,” You interject, releasing a breath you didn’t realise you’d been holding.
He glances down at you like he’s misheard, incapable of hiding the smile that starts to grow on his features.
“You two have-“ Kie gestures between the two of you, “Are you serious?”
JJ looks at you again and grins, turning back to the group, “Yeah, um, for a couple months now.”
“Fucking hell,” John B laughs.
“So that’s why you’ve been so happy,” Pope hits JJ’s arm, “It’s because of (Y/N).”
JJ smiles and glances down at Pope, pressing his tongue to the inside of his bottom lip to stop himself from smiling so widely, “Yeah, yeah, it is.”
“You know you guys are stupid, right?” Kie stands up, “You could’ve told us!”
She hugs you tightly, whispering in your ear that she was happy for you before squeezing JJ’s shoulder.
“Yeah, seriously, you didn’t need to keep it a secret for months,” John B shakes his head, “We came up with much worse theories about what was going on.”
“I don’t think I want to know those theories,” You laugh and JJ reaches out an arm for you to tuck yourself into his side, his hand dropping to rest around your waist.
“Well, I’m glad that’s cleared up,” Pope smiles, “But, whilst we were eavesdropping, I heard something about breakfast?”
watching forged in fire (do not perceive me) and now i’m thinking about making jj his own knife
content warnings: knives baby loll mention of knives and blades, mentioned but not described other than 'metal gleam in the sunlight', giving jj a knife (we all know what the outcome of that would look like), lowercase intended. not beta read so if you see any typos- no you didn't, pls let me know if i've forgotten to tag something
wc: 588
a relative of yours who lives just shy of an hour away from the OBX is a blacksmith. has been your whole life. you remember being a young girl, watching with wide eyes as they showed your father the sword they had made in the forge in their backyard. you were thirteen when they made you your own knife. it was a small one, it had a wooden handle with teal detail on the side. you loved it. it's still in mint condition - still sharp as when you got it. and you were fifteen when you showed interest in making your own.
it’s jj’s birthday and you know that he would love a one of a kind blade that is his and his alone. one that he can brag about to whoever he wants. one that he can whip out and let the metal gleam in the sunlight as he boasts,
"yeah boys. handmade, one of a kind,"
so you make him one. you spend about a month making the journey to the main land to brain storm with your relative and you finally have something that you know he’ll love.
the second he opens the box and it registers in his head what he’s looking at his eyes go wide. and you can't help but smile - he looks just like a kid in a candy store.
“holy shit baby! this is-!” he grips the handle tightly in his fist and gives it a good couple of waves through the air with a "wah! pah! pah!"
“J! Jesus! Careful with it! It’s sharp as fuck!” your reprimand comes quick but in the end you knew exactly what the outcome would be giving him his own knife.
“-So cool!” he exclaims and stretches the hand holding the knife far away from you as he leans over to press a thank you kiss to glossed lips, “thank you, it’s amazing, i love you.”
you smile against his lips, your hands cradle his warm cheeks and your fingers subconsciously slide into his hair. your laugh is muffled in your mouth as jj gives you one, two, three more fast and chaste kisses.
“seriously, babe,” he says once he’s back in his seat, his eyes running up and down the entirety of the blade, “where did you get it?”
“i made it!” you beam.
he freezes and for a second your stomach drops. a few long seconds go by and he doesn't say a word, but when jj finally looks up at you, even though you’ve stared into his eyes a million times, your heart skips a beat.
“are you serious? you made this?” he asks.
you let out an unnerved chuckle, “yeah…” you say, “that’s why i’ve been going to the main land so often.”
silence smothers you. you're not sure you can take much more of it so you open your mouth to ask if there’s something wrong when he places the blade back in the case and rounds around the coffee table in lightening speed.
his hands cup your face and his lips are back on you again. he’s excited, the kiss is rushed, his nose bumps against yours but you don’t care. you relish in the way his lips feel on you, thumbs caressing the soft skin of his wrist.
he pulls away but just barely. he smiling down at you from where he stands, boots pressing into the legs of the couch, his hair is tickling your forehead.
