#jj x reader

[devinemist]

how it felt switching from wattpad to tumblr

[theepoeta]

home alone with your dad's friend toji⋆.𐙚 ̊

content: jjk au, toji x fem!reader, age gap (reader is in her early 20s, toji is in his early to mid 30s), toji is lowkey a pervert, smut, kissing, pussy eating, p in v, rough sex, squirting, dirty talk, fingering, backshots, creampie, slight hair pulling, slight overstim, dacryphilia, etc etc etc

toji isn't a man that's been in your life for long. nor is he a man you've ever even properly met. he just randomly showed up one day when you visited your family. when he first greeted you, you couldn't look away from him. not even for a second.

he was hot— the type of hot that makes your thighs clench involuntarily. the type of hot that makes you giggle without him uttering even a word. just shaking his awfully large hand made your mind wander. the smirk on his face as he greeted you stuck with you, and now he's the only man you can really think about.

a few months have passed since that simple interaction and you're back visiting, but this time nobody's here but you. your family is out doing their own things, while you're in the house all by yourself. it's peaceful and quiet, just how you like it, but it's also boring.

you lie in your bed and scroll on your phone, trying to alleviate your growing boredom, when you hear a patient but loud knock on the front door. "damn it," you sigh, acknowledging the peace and quiet won't last any longer.

you get up to answer the door, expecting to see one of your siblings, your mom, or your dad, but your eyes widen when you open the door to see toji. "hey," he mutters, looking directly in your eyes. "it's the awkward girl."

"..what?" you ask quietly, avoiding eye contact.

"remember the first time you met me?" he asks, smirking as he continues to eye you down. "you couldn't even look me in the eye. started giggling when i shook that hand of yours."

you're at a loss for words, so you just look up at him and wait for whatever else he has to say.

"hm, your dad here? could've sworn i saw his car in the driveway just now." he says, trying to keep his eyes from lowering and staring at your chest. you don't have a bra on right now and it's distracting him.

"no, it's just me." you mutter, unknowingly strengthening the tension in the atmosphere.

"well, you gonna let me in?" he asks, keeping his voice low and his eyes to yours. you nod and walk back to your room, excitement flowing through your whole body as you hear the door close.

while he sits on the couch in the living room, you lie in your bed with you face in the pillow and your panties dampening. you honestly want him to fuck you so bad, but you're also not going to get up and go beg him to. you can only wish he'll make the first move.

all of a sudden, you hear him call your name from the living room. as you walk towards him and press your back against the wall near the couch, he looks at you with that thirst in his eyes again. "how long will it be until everyone comes back?" he asks, staring directly in your eyes.

"maybe an hour or two.." you respond, fidgeting with your hands because he's making you nervous.

"we have plenty of time then." he says, a smirk appearing on his face.

"plenty of time for what?" you ask quietly, hoping he means what you're thinking he means.

he gets up from the couch and stands right in front of you, keeping his eyes on your face. "you know what. tch, you act all shy but i know what you want." he remarks, standing so close you can feel his breath on your skin. you know he's right.

"you got a boyfriend?" he asks, lifting your chin up so you can keep eye contact.

"do you think i'd let you be all over me like this if i did?" you answer, finally dropping the innocent act.

he chuckles at your response, finding it pretty amusing. "yeah? thats how you feel?" he rasps, leaning close to you. you give him a nod, and he smushes his lips against yours.

his lips are hesitant at first, like he's trying to test if you want him to go further. you wrap your arms and pull him closer, kissing him back with a soft moan.

he slides his tongue in your mouth and moves his hand to squeeze your ass, making the kiss rougher and your noises louder. "knew you wanted this shit," he exhales in between kisses. "could see it in your body language."

he moves both of his hands to your hips and lifts you up, continuing to kiss you while he walks you to your room. as he enters the room, he shuts the door behind him and sets you against the wall. "wait," you pant, breaking the kiss. "how'd you know the way to my room?"

"that's not important.. just know i've seen those little toys in your drawer." he retorts, keeping his lips close to yours even though you're not kissing him right now.

you look away in embarrassment, words for excuses not coming to mind. he pulls you into a kiss again, moving his hands down to your hips and continuing to hold you against the wall. you can already feel the bulge of his cock agains your thigh.

he pulls his lips away for the third time, catching his breath and looking at your heated face. he lowers himself down to his knees, grabbing your thighs and kissing them while your breath hitches. his actions feel so sudden, but you don't want him to stop— you want to see how far this can go.

he can just smell the arousal on you. his lips move closer in between your thighs, and your heart quickens the closer he gets. "you're so impatient, must've wanted this for a while." he exhales, feeling your hands grip onto his head.

"toji, please.." you sigh, leaning into his touch.

"please what?" he chuckles, moving one hand and hooking his fingers under the fabric of your shorts and your panties just to tease you.

"please, just fuck me already.." you murmur, finally saying what toji's been wanting you to say this whole time he's been here. he smirks and takes them off you, biting his lip at the sight of your glistening pussy right in front of him.

he keeps his eyes on it for a second while he grips your thighs again, the lids on his eyes lowering as he imagines you taking all of him in your tight entrance. he moves his mouth to taste you, his tongue hot and quick.

you let out a sigh as he begins to flick his tongue at your throbbing clit, surprised by his pace. "you taste so good.." he groans, keeping his lips on you as he talks. he continues to lap his tongue flat across your folds, going from the bottom to the top to get you shaking.

you gasp with your hands pulling at his hair, getting more sensitive with every harsh flick of his tongue. "oh god," you whisper, squirming when his soft tongue begins to rub circles on your clit. he clasps your thighs tighter, making sure you don't move away.

"so close, huh?" he mumbles, watching how your pussy repeatedly clenches around nothing. you can't even answer him, all you can do is moan while he keeps going. you're so close, you can't think about anything but his mouth right now.

your thighs shake and your head falls back against the wall as you reach your orgasm. toji doesn't stop until about 30 seconds after. "turn around," he says quietly, just barely moving his lips away from your syrupy cunt.

you turn from him with your face to the wall, patiently waiting for whatever he's about to do. he runs a thick finger along your slit, making you shiver. as you scratch your nails against the wall, he plunges two thick fingers inside you. he doesn't even give you a second to adjust to the sudden invasion before his fingers start scraping against your g-spot.

"fuck, ugh—" you moan, closing your eyes as as his fingers curl in and out of you.

"you don't get fucked enough, do you?" he rasps, watching how you try to ride his fingers. "creamin' all around me and i'm not even fuckin' you yet."

he's right, you don't get fucked enough, nor do you ever get fucked right. that's why he's got you whimpering and drooling already. "you want me to keep fingering you, baby? or do you want me to fuck you like you wanted?" he asks, quickening the pace of his fingers.

"i want you to fuck me.." you moan, embarrassingly desperate for him. he slides his fingers out with a loud noise, licking your wetness off and standing up. as he pulls his pants off, you can hear the small smack! of his erect cock hitting his stomach.

he rubs his thick cock on your back, making sure you know how big he is before he goes inside you. your skin is now damp with his precum. "you ready?" he asks, rubbing his fat tip between your folds.

"yes," you whisper, your voice all needy and breathless. he gives your ass a firm squeeze before pressing into you. the stretch hurts so good—you can't tell if you want to push him away or back into him.

your mouth falls open as he bottoms out, and you know you're not going to be able to keep quiet when he starts thrusting. "fuck, you feel so good.." he grunts, gripping your hip as he starts to pull his hips away and thrust.

as he starts to pick up the pace, incoherent moans and sobs fall from your mouth. his cock fills you up so perfectly— every spot inside you is getting stimulated. "oh shit, you're so deep, oh my god.." you whimper, closing your eyes and gnawing on your lip.

he knows he shouldn't be inside you like this. you're the daughter of his friend, it's like the ultimate betrayal— but he can't stop now. he's in too deep. he could he stop when your cunt feels so good wrapped around him? how could he stop when you moan his name so sweetly? how could he stop when this is what he wanted since he first met you?

this is considered wrong on so many levels, but he can't let go so easily. you've got him obsessed already.

"didn't think you had such a filthy mouth," he croaks, moving his free hand to wrap around your neck and keeping his eyes on the way your ass bounces off his hips with every thrust. "no longer such a quiet girl, huh?"

how can you be quiet when he's pounding into you like this? he's so deep and rough, you swear you can feel him damn near hitting your organs. his pistoning cock is making you see stars even though your eyes are closed.

"goddamn, look at this mess you're making.." he grunts, looking at the milky ring around the base of his cock. your juices are making both his and your thighs wet and sticky at this point.

he keeps on talking, but you're barely listening to him— you can only mewl in response to his words. he's so deep you can feel the bulbous head of his cock hitting your cervix. "fuck, toji!" you cry out, tears beginning to form in your eyes.

"gonna cum already?" he smirks, quickening his pace and rolling his hips as your grunts soak the air.

you desperately try to claw at the wall to calm yourself down, because you can feel your orgasm is about to hit hard. "yes, make me cum all over it..!" you gasp sharply, drooling as you feel your orgasm building.

"yeah, i can do that.." he responds, moving his hand from your neck and gripping your hair in a tight fist, tipping your head back as he goes faster. warm tears fall from your eyes as your body finally goes over the edge.

your pussy clamps down on toji's cock as you squirt, making him groan at the sight and the feeling of it. your walls pushed him out as you squirted, but he slides right back in, not giving you a chance to come down from your intense orgasm.

he pounds into you again, only a little slower this time. "gonna fill this pussy up.." he moans, twitching and throbbing inside you before his hot cum coats your walls, adding to the mess on the floor.

he gives you one last thrust, squeezing the rest of the release out of him. as he softens inside of you, you get a chance to breathe. after a moment of coming down, he begins to talk again.

"might have to come visit your dad every week.." he exhales, letting go of your hair and pulling out. as soon as he does that, you both hear the sound of keys unlocking the door.

he sighs. "you're gonna get me in trouble.."

[blues-main]

wanna bite them

bf!jj maybank x gf!reader | word count: 2.2k

you're obsessed with your boyfriend's biceps and jj wants to test just how obsessed

cw: sexting, self-pleasure (f and m), sex toys (dildo), rough sex, slight choking, headlock, mirror sex, unprotected p in v, fingering, hair pulling, biting (duh, it's jj's biceps hehe)

It was no secret that you were obsessed with your boyfriend’s biceps — constantly asking JJ to send you pictures of him flexing, wrapping your hand around his upper arm and holding on while the two of you walked. Your favorite had to be watching his biceps strain when he’d hold himself over you as he fucked you into the mattress. Your eyes would roll back, the sight enough to have you coming around him. 

So when JJ walks out of the chateau wearing a red muscle tee, arms on full display, you can’t help the way your words trail off mid-sentence or the way your eyes trace down the length of his arms. JJ’s oblivious, talking to John B, trying to convince him that he can be trusted with the twinkie for the day. 

He raises his arms, pointing to his chest as he pleads with John B, “Come on man, s’me, you can trust me.” 

You’re not paying attention to what the girls are talking about — Sarah and Kie rolling their eyes playfully when Cleo nods her head in JJ’s direction with a smirk, silently explaining why you’d gone bye-bye. You were practically salivating at the sight of his arm flexing, skin stretched tight around the ripple of muscle. He looked too good in that tee. You wanted to rip it off him and climb him like a tree. 

JJ looks over at you, smirking when he notices the way your eyes haven’t left his arms, or the way you gulp when his eyes meet yours. You look away, smiling nervously as JJ comes to sit next to you. He pulls you onto his lap, arm wrapping around you as he rests his chin on your shoulder. You feel the hard press of his chest to your back — warm and steady. He smells like the cheap cologne you bought him that you’d come to love. It smelt like safety and love and pure want.

JJ notices the way you shift against him — trying and failing to pay attention to what the group is talking about. He knows the effect he has on you— pressing himself closer, moving his lips to the shell of your ear. 

“What’s wrong baby? You seem like you’re on edge,” JJ whispers into your ear. 

“Nothing’s wrong Jayj, just missed you,” you mumble as you turn your head, nuzzling your face against his upper arm and placing a soft kiss to the skin. JJ shakes his head in disbelief, letting out a chuckle as his heart swells, completely in awe of his beautiful girlfriend so head over heels for him.

He knows it’s more than that, knows you’ve been wanting him for days, sending him texts of all the things you wanted him to do to you when you see him. 

I miss you so much JJ, want your fingers in me so bad

You had sent a video a couple minutes later — fingers sliding in and out of yourself, the sound of wet squelching heard along with your soft moans. 

Mine don’t get the spot like yours do. Want to hold onto your arm while you push them in knuckle deep

JJ had watched that video on repeat, groaning at the sounds of your wet pussy, sending you a video of his hand stroking his cock, arm flexing in the mirror before coming all over his hand, moaning your name. 

It had been all you needed to reach your orgasm, coming hard as you pictured him hovering over you. 

The next day it was a video of you fucking your dildo into yourself, moaning his name as your thighs shook. 

Need your dick deep inside me JJ please

Want you to wrap your arm around my neck and fuck me from behind

JJ could barely think straight when he opened your message, hand running down his face in defeat as he pulled his hard dick out of his shorts. 

Fuck baby, you’re going to be the death of me, i’m so fucking hard you have no idea, want to fuck that pussy so bad

You’d been going back and forth for the past week, both of you working late and well — busy. Today however, your schedules had lined up and you had your place to yourself for the night. Your panties were already soaked as the messages you had sent to each other played through your mind. You could barely care that you hadn’t seen the rest of your friends for two weeks — needing JJ more than ever. 

“I know how much you love when I wear this shirt. Know how much you love looking at my arms. You wanna take it off me?” JJ’s voice is low and rough in your ear, sending warmth down your spine. 

You nod slowly, pressing your thighs together, heart beating out of your chest at JJ’s words. You’re so aware of the group sitting so close, of your ass pressed to JJ’s dick. You feel him push his hips up — just the slightest bit — the movement so small it could easily be mistaken as JJ shifting his weight.

“Yeah I know you do baby.” He kisses the back of your neck, brushing your hair out of the way gently. His hand comes to rest on your thigh, thumb rubbing soft circles into your skin as you try to hold back a moan at the feel of him kissing your neck. You look around frantically — no one has noticed a thing, everyone too focused on John B and Sarah talking. 

You gasp when you feel him do it again, the feel of his dick hardening against your ass almost too much to bear. You can feel yourself dripping, panties sticking to you almost uncomfortably, pussy practically throbbing with need now. 

“JJ, pleaseee, let’s go.” You whine softly, head turned towards him so the others don’t hear. 

“Not yet baby, want to have you so ready for me, you’re trembling before I even fuck you.” JJ chuckles as you whine in protest, tugging on his hand.

JJ continues tracing maddeningly soft circles to your bare thigh, hand going higher and higher until his thumb is under the hem of your skirt. He places a kiss to the back of your neck every now and then, shifting underneath you, his hard dick pressing into your ass every time. You try to shift so that your pussy presses against his thigh — needing friction more than air, but JJ catches it — holding you in place, arm flexing against your stomach. 

“Want me to fuck you now baby?” 

You could cry as you nod — desperate for him to take you home. 

JJ groans when you push your ass into him, finally snapping and getting up, waving a quick goodbye to the pogues, not at all subtle about the way he drags you away — you giggling as he pushes you against the door of the twinkie, arm braced next to your head, lips catching yours in a heated kiss. His hands are all over you, groping at your chest, gripping your jaw hard as he guides your mouth along his. 

“Fuck, get in, get in.” JJ rushes to the other side, turning the ignition on and getting to yours in record time. He had almost pulled over to the side of the road to fuck you then and there when you had started palming at him through his shorts, your other hand rubbing over the wet spot on your panties, moaning JJ’s name as he drove. 

You’re in your bathroom now, completely naked, sitting on your sink with your legs wrapped around JJ’s waist, his fingers curling into you over and over as you hold onto him, watching the way the muscles in his arm flex with every movement. You’d already come once— JJ refusing to stop, the heel of his hand pressing into your clit. 

“You mean all that shit you sent me? You really want me to put you in a headlock and fuck you from behind?” JJ’s breathless as he pulls away from your neck. 

“Mhm, please JJ.” You grind your hips forward, chasing your orgasm.

“Fuck baby, you sure?” 

You smirk before turning your head to his other arm, biting down on his bicep as JJ groans, rutting his hips against your leg.

“M’sure, want it wrapped around me, pressing into my cheek while I watch in the mirror.” 

“If it’s too much or you need me to stop, tap my arm twice, okay?”

“I will, now please fuck me JJ.”

“You asked for it baby.” 

It’s so much — the stretch of him, the drag — every inch of his cock pushing through your warm wet walls.

He thrusts hard. Deep. 

You cry out—his tip hitting that soft spot inside you that has you shaking, knees threatening to give out. Your head falls forward — limp — eyes rolling back, not a single coherent thought running through you. 

You come back to the room when you feel a soft sting — JJ tugging at the roots of your hair — hard. His bicep presses into your cheek, arm tightening around your neck. You let out a strangled sound, somewhere between a moan and a gasp. 

“Look at me, baby. You’re gonna watch me fuck you, watch me ruin you.” His lips brush over your ear, your eyes fluttering closed at the feel of his hot breath. 

JJ places a soft kiss to your cheek, smirking at you in the mirror, watching as your eyes struggle to stay open. His dick nudges that spot inside you again — hard, steady and then again. 

And again. 

And again. 

Your head threatens to fall forward, mind going dumb on the pleasure rolling through you. You let out a soft, almost broken sound. It’s so small, barely a whimper, a moan of JJ’s name. The sound runs down his spine, settling at the base, his hips thrusting forward even harder.

“Oh my god JJ! Fuuuck JJ — that’s — you feel—” Your words cut off with a loud moan as JJ fucks you harder, your hips jutting against the hard sink, sure to leave bruises. You can barely care when JJ’s fucking you so good, you see stars. 

Your hands scramble for purchase, landing on the edge of the sink and gripping tight before quickly moving to hold onto his arm as it tightens around your neck. 

JJ’s eyes snap to yours in the mirror, slowing his thrusts and loosening his grip for a second to check that you’re okay. You push your ass back onto him, and push your cheek into his bicep, giving him a small nod and smiling wickedly as you watch his eyes roll back when you fuck yourself back onto him. You turn your head in his grip, and bite down on his bicep — hard. 

“Fuck, my filthy girl, you’re so perfect.” JJ practically growls, grip tightening, locking your head in place. His other hand digs into your hip as he pounds into you — the sounds of skin smacking filling the room once more. 

“Fuck JJ, m’gonna come again, fuck fuck fuck, please JJ please.” Your eyes close as you feel yourself get close, snapping open when you feel JJ pull your hair. 

“Watch, don’t take your — fuckkk ahh baby — don’t take…your eyes off me when you come.” JJ grunts as he fucks you impossibly harder. 

Your orgasm crashes into you like never before — your vision going completely white as you babble JJ’s name incoherently, clenching around him again and again. 

“Fuck baby, m’so close, where do you want me — shit baby, m’coming.” 

“Inside JJ, please, please,” you beg as you push your hips back to meet his thrusts, desperate to feel him reach his high. He comes with a loud groan, spilling inside you as his hips falter. You feel the rush of him, warm and wet, and push your hips back harder, fucking him through it. You come again — hot and fast — gushing around him and JJ’s breath stutters, head falling limp to your shoulder.

“Fuck baby, did you just come again? That quick?” JJ’s breathless, eyes wide as he feels you clench around him, sucking him in — unable to let out anything other than a loud moan. 

Your body is trembling, legs like jelly and brain turned to complete mush, whimpering as he pulls out of you. You can barely breathe, eyes still fluttering shut, head falling limp onto JJ’s shoulder. He turns you in his hold, holding you to his chest as his hand rubs up and down your back. 

You pull back slowly, looking up at him — soft, dazed, worshipful. His hand comes to rest on the side of your face, thumb brushing back and forth across your cheek as he gazes down at you with pure adoration. 

“Fuck baby, are you okay?” 

You giggle softly, “More than okay, JJ, that was perfect.” 

His lips find yours in a soft kiss, smiling against your lips, before pulling away laughing. 

“Did you really come again just from me coming inside you?” JJ teases. 

Your hand swats at his chest, gasping in mock offense. “Shut up, you love it.” 

He chuckles as he kisses your forehead, “I do love it, and I love you.” 

You turn away from him to turn the shower on — smiling wide, teasing. 

“I love you too, but not as much as I love your biceps.” Your hand wraps around his right arm, squeezing tight as you fake moan. 

JJ rolls his eyes playfully, shaking his head at you. 

God, you’re perfect, he thinks. His girl.

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[sexwithrafe]

sleep, princess. ☆⠀jj maybank

♡⃣you can't sleep because of your parents fighting. you crash at jj's house, but accidentally disturb his sleep when you move too much.

pairing ! :⠀fem!reader x bsfdealer!jj.

warnings ! :⠀smut. handjob. fingering. swearing. blowjob. cum in mouth. male masturbation. unprotected penetration. abusive household.

the shouting downstairs, the sound of glass breaking, doors slamming. and you can’t breathe when it gets like that, so you do what you always do. crawl out the window and ride your bike straight to the only place you ever feel safe.

it’s late, way past midnight, and your hands shake a little when you knock on his door. jj answers faster than you expect, blond hair messy, a beer bottle still in his hand.

and the second his eyes land on you, you watch him soften. your wet lashes, hoodie zipped but not all the way, and pajama shorts too small for this kind of night.

“hey, hey” his voice drops low, barely above the music coming from inside. “what happened?”

you don’t answer. you just grab him, arms around his waist and face buried in his chest. he smells like weed and saltwater and jj, and suddenly the knot in your throat burns.

“sorry” you mumble against him, rubbing your eyes like a kid. “i just— i couldn’t stay there tonight.”

but then you realize he isn’t alone. there are two guys slouched on the couch, baggies and lighters scattered across the table, smoke curling around their heads. they look at you the second you step inside, and it’s that slow head-to-toe look.

“yo, jj." one of them says, a smirk tugging at his mouth. “this your girl?”

“nah, man. just a friend.” jj’s arm tenses around you, shaking his head.

then he leans down, close enough that only you hear it. “go to my room, yeah? i’ll be there in a sec.”

and because it’s jj, because you trust him even when you shouldn’t, you nod. you walk past the guys with their heavy stares, and shut his bedroom door behind you.

by the time the front door slams and the voices fade, you’re already half-asleep on his bed. the mattress dips and you flinch, eyes snapping open, but it’s just him. his hand on your arm, his voice softer than when he talked to the guys.

“hey, it’s me. you’re good.”

you swallow hard, eyes burning all over again.

“they were so loud tonight, j. like… i thought…” your voice cracks, and you hate how small you sound.

jj doesn’t let you finish. he just pulls you against him, holds you like he’s done it a hundred times.

“who were those guys?” you ask after a moment, your voice muffled in his shirt. he hesitates, which is answer enough.

“just… some friends of barry’s.”

you pull back to look at him.

“don’t worry about it, alright? i got it handled.” he coughs, like he wants to bury the topic, then forces a grin. “so you crashing here tonight?”

“i don’t wanna go home.” you admit, fiddling with the edge of his sheet.

“your parents are gonna kill me if they find out you keep sneakin’ over here.”

you laugh, a little watery. “what, you kicking me out?”

“no.” his smile tilts, tired but real. “was actually planning on hooking up with some tourist later, but…” he shrugs, eyes meeting yours. “guess i’ll stay in instead.”

you roll your eyes.

“guess i’ll take the couch.” he mumbles after a while, already starting to sit up. you grab his arm before he can move.

“no. stay here.”

he quirks a brow, smirking a little.

“but you always move too much when you sleep.”

your eyes narrow, lips pressing into a thin line. “jj.”

he laughs at the look you give him, hands raised in mock surrender. “okay, okay. i’ll stay.”

he disappears into the bathroom, and you can hear the sound of water running, the scrape of his toothbrush against his teeth.

when he comes back, you’re already tucked on one side of his bed, blanket pulled to your chest, phone lighting up your face. missed calls and texts. you sigh, thumb locking the screen.

jj doesn’t say anything, just pulls his shirt over his head, tossing it somewhere on the floor before flicking off the light. he climbs in beside you, the mattress dipping under his weight.

“you know." he murmurs, voice teasing in the dark. “if your parents knew you were sleeping with me right now they’d actually kill me.”

you whip your head toward him, eyes wide even in the dark. “yeah. that sounded so bad.”

he chuckles, the sound low, warm. “i meant literally sleeping in my bed. not like that.”

your lips twitch, finally softening into a small smile. “goodnight, jj.”

“sweet dreams, princess.”

sleep comes easier than you thought it would, but the problem with jj being this close is that your body doesn’t care about boundaries, not even in dreams. you toss, you turn, and eventually your back ends up pressed flush against him. your ass nudges against his hip, his thigh, making him cling to the very edge of the mattress just to keep from touching you too much.

he’s dead asleep at first, but then—friction.

so slight he almost thinks he’s imagining it, until you shift again in your sleep, pushing back into him without meaning to. he groans softly, the sound slipping out before he can stop it. his eyes blink open, hazy from sleep, and he realizes he’s already half hard, straining against his shorts.

“god no." he breathes under his breath, forehead pressing to the pillow. he pokes your arm gently, whispering. “hey… hey, wake up.”

you only stir, mumbling something incoherent, moving just enough to roll a little closer to the middle of the bed. it gives him space, takes away the pressure, and he exhales a shaky sigh of relief.

but then he misses it. the warmth, the contact.

he stares at the ceiling, wide awake now. his hand drags over his face, debating and fighting himself. then slowly, almost helplessly, he inches closer again.

your back fits against his chest like it belongs there, and his hips brush yours all over again. his breath shudders out of him, because god, he’s so touch-starved it hurts.

jj tries to be good. really, he does. he tells himself it’s just your body shifting in your sleep, just an accident. but then you press into him again.

he grinds, just once, slow, and his eyes flutter shut because it feels so fucking good. the ache low in his stomach spikes, and before he knows it, he’s rolling onto his back, one arm thrown over his face like maybe that’ll stop him from completely losing it.

he shouldn’t, he knows he shouldn’t. he should get up, sneak to the bathroom, lock the door and take care of it there. but then his gaze drags to you.

you're curled on your side, lips parted, those tiny shorts riding up your thighs. and his self-control slips through his fingers.

his hand presses against his cock through his shorts, the friction making him groan softly, head tipping back into the pillow. it’s too much, too good, and he can’t stop.

“fuck.” he breathes, hips lifting into his palm, desperate for more relief.

he shoves his shorts down just enough, wraps his hand around himself, and the first stroke makes his whole body shiver. he moves faster than he means to, hand slick, hips rolling up into it, and the little grunts spilling from his throat are getting louder, enough to cut through the quiet.

the bed shifts under his movements, the mattress dipping and creaking softly. you stir. a sleepy little whimper slips from your lips, and jj freezes, panic flooding him instantly.

your lashes flutter, eyes heavy as you shift, searching for him even half-asleep. your leg drapes lazily across his thigh, holding him in place.

jj curses under his breath, his hand stills, cock throbbing painfully in his grip.

“don’t—” he whispers, voice hoarse, leaning close to you. “go back to sleep, princess. please.”

his heart hammers so loud he swears you can hear it. he’s cursing himself silently, because what the fuck is he doing? touching himself next to you, like some perverted dude.

he drags his palm over his face, chest rising and falling hard. he should stop. he should definitely stop. but then his hand shifts lower, brushing over your bare thigh. just barely like he can’t resist.

you twitch under his touch, a sleepy little hum leaving your throat.

“jj?" your voice is raspy and soft, like it always gets when you first wake up.

he freezes, but his hand doesn’t move away.

your eyes flutter open slowly, hazy from sleep, finding him beside you.

the sight makes your stomach twist—his flushed face, his hand still at his cock, his lips parted, guilty and needy all at once.

your voice is small, confused. “are you…?”

he squeezes his eyes shut. “shit.”

you push yourself up fast, heart pounding, staring at him. his hair a mess, chest heaving, pupils blown wide, his hand falling away like he’s ashamed.

“sorry." he mutters, voice rough. “fuck, i’m sorry, i didn’t—”

but the words die when your hand slides over his stomach, then lower, wrapping around him where he’s still hard, slick and heavy in your palm.

jj chokes on his breath, eyes darting to yours. but he doesn’t say anything. he can’t.

you stroke him slowly, watching his face.

“you... you like this?” your voice barely above a whisper.

his throat bobs, lips parting, and all he can do is nod.

the heat between you two is too thick to breathe in. you can’t help it. you unzip your hoodie, letting it fall open, your bra the only thing covering you underneath. jj’s eyes flick down, then back up to your face, like he doesn’t dare ask for more. like he’s scared the second he does you’ll pull away. so he just lets it happen.

you crawl lower, in between his thighs, and he doesn’t move. doesn’t even breathe, until your mouth replaces your hand, warm and wet around his cock.

jj groans, his head tipping back, fist clenching tight in the sheets. “jesus christ—”

you take your time, feeling him twitch on your tongue. his hips lift without him meaning to, fucking into your mouth like he can’t control it.

he’s close fast, way too fast.

“wait—, wait, you gotta stop, i’m gonna—”

but you don’t. you keep going, swallowing every sound he makes until he breaks apart with a strangled groan, finishing in your mouth, his whole body shuddering.

you lift your head slowly, wiping your lips, your chest rising and falling hard. jj’s hand shoots out, grabbing the front of your hoodie, dragging you up to him.

he kisses you rough, desperate, tasting himself on your tongue, groaning into your mouth as you swallow together.

when you finally break apart, both of you breathing heavy, you just stare at him.

“what the fuck was that, jj?” your voice is shaky. “why the hell were you jerking off right next to me?”

jj scrubs a hand over his face, still catching his breath, chest rising and falling hard.

“i didn’t— fuck, i didn’t mean to, alright?” his voice is low, defensive, like he’s trying to convince himself. “i just got horny, and you were right there, and—”

he shakes his head, teeth gritting, then shoots you a look. “but— huh? you are the one that just gave me head!"

you can’t answer. your lips part, your throat dry, but nothing comes out. you roll your eyes instead, huffing, and flop onto your side with your back to him.

“whatever, jj.”

he stares at you in the dim light. the room goes quiet for a beat. then suddenly he’s moving. the blanket yanks down, his hand curling around the waistband of your tiny shorts, tugging them down in one swift.

“what— the fuck are you doing?” you snap, twisting to look at him.

but his gaze drops instantly, and his breath catches. you’re wet. soaked, actually, the thin fabric of your panties sticking to you.

“so mad and for what.” his lips curl into a grin, low and smug. you whine, covering your face with your hands.

“you’re so annoying.”

he laughs, leaning over you, one hand sliding over your bare hip while the other palms your ass. “annoying, huh?”

his hand slips between your thighs, fingers brushing against your damp panties, and you jolt, a soft sound escaping your throat before you can stop it.

“doesn’t sound like i’m that annoying.” his voice is cocky.

you don’t push him away when he’s groping you, not when his fingers tease the fabric clinging to your folds. you’re letting him.

jj’s smirk deepens when you don’t stop him. your thighs shift, but not to push him away—just restless, nervous, like you don’t know what to do with yourself.

“mhm. i did that.” he mutters, dragging his fingers slowly over the damp spot on your panties. the sound you make when he presses down has his cock twitching all over again. “acting all pissed at me, but you’re pussy's soaked.”

“shut up.” you whine, face burning.

he chuckles, low and dirty, before tugging your shorts the rest of the way down. he tosses them off the bed, then hooks his fingers into your panties too.

“maybank—” you start, but it comes out more like a gasp when he pulls them aside, finally seeing you bare in the moonlight.

you squirm, but his hand is already there, fingers slipping between your folds, gathering your wetness. the first drag of his fingertip against your clit makes your hips jerk.

“oh my god—” you breathe, nails digging into the sheets.

he circles your clit lazily, watching the way you twitch under his touch. he pushes a finger into you without warning, making you arch. your walls clutch around him immediately. he groans, pumping it in and out.

“shit, princess, you’re choking my finger.”

"i mean— you do have big fingers..." you hide your face in the pillow, whining.

but his free hand tugs your hair just enough to tilt your head back so he can see your expression. he adds another finger, stretching you, curling them just right until your moans turn higher.

“nah. don’t hide from me.”

his thumb brushes your clit, and you’re a mess already, hips rocking into his hand.

“wait— jj, j—”

he grins against your ear. “feeling good?”

you nod desperately, and that’s all it takes for him to pull his fingers out, leaving you clenching around nothing.

“relax. you'll like this.” he says, sliding down the bed.

before you can argue, his tongue is flat against your folds, groaning like he’s starved.

“holy shit.” he mumbles against you, licking a long stripe up your pussy before wrapping his lips around your clit.

your hand flies to his hair, tugging, thighs trembling as he eats you out like he’s been waiting his whole life for this. every flick of his tongue, every suck, drags you closer, and when he slides those fingers back inside while sucking your clit—you come hard.

a strangled cry leaving your throat as your hips grind against his mouth. jj moans into you, drinking it.

“you taste even better than i imagined.”

you’re still panting when he crawls back up, hovering over you. his shorts are already halfway down his hips, his cock heavy and hard, pressing against your thigh.

“so... do you want my cock inside your pussy? hm?" he says, voice rough, though his eyes already know you want it.

you grab his shoulders, pulling him down. “yeah just—fuck me, jj.”

that’s all he needs to line himself up, pushes in slowly, and both of you gasp at the stretch.

“jesus—” he groans, dropping his forehead to yours. “why are you this thight?”

“jj, can you just— move.”

he bottoms out, giving you a second to adjust before pulling back and snapping his hips forward again. the bed creaks, the air filling with the sound of skin slapping, his groans mixing with your moans.

“you feel—fuck—so good.” jj grits out, his pace quickening.

your nails dig into his back, your body arching into his as he pounds into you, hitting deep with every thrust.

“mhm!— faster!— jj i’m—”

he growls against your neck, his thrusts growing rougher, more desperate.

your climax crashes over you, clenching around him so tight it drags a strangled curse from his throat. he buries himself deep, grinding against you as you pulse around him.

“fuckfuckfuck—” he groans, spilling inside you, hips stuttering.

both of you collapse into the sheets, breathless, sweaty, tangled together in the dark.

for a long moment, it’s silent except for your ragged breathing. then you finally whisper, half-teasing and half-serious.

“you’re still an asshole for jerking off next to me.”

jj just laughs, pressing a lazy kiss to your shoulder. “yeah, but you liked it.”

[outerbnaksdeer]

ᯓ★ “please tell me that isn’t what I think it is.”

⋆˚꩜｡ pairing : fem!reader x bsf!JJ MAYBANK.

⋆˚꩜｡ summary : Apparently, the friction and feeling of you on his lap in the overfilled Twinkie was too much to handle. ꒰ wc .ᐟ 1.2 k ꒱

⋆˚꩜｡ warnings : vryy suggestive !! the most ima ever go broskis !! Other then that, enjoy mllll

The most normal thing to happen in the friend group is JJ flirting. He flirts Kiara, sometimes he flirts with Pope and John B, he pretty much flirts with anything that dares to walk within a fifteen meter radius around him. But the one person he flirts with the most often — and the most shamelessly — is you. Sometimes you flirt back, but usually you just roll your eyes and scrunch your nose at him. So you can only imagine his reaction when he asked “So princess, y’wanna sit on Papa J’s lap?” when the Twinkie was full, and you agreed. Like the words “yeah sure” physically came out of your mouth.

Pope and Kie looked at you like you’re mad; let’s face it, you sort of are.

Now you’re placed comfortably between your best friend’s thighs, with his large hands wrapped around your waist to keep you from slipping off, chatting happily with Sarah and John B in the front seats. The blonde’s switching from leaning back against the van all nonchalant, wearing his dumb smirk, to pressing his chest against your back and dipping his forehead to rest on your shoulder every few minutes. You don’t have a clue why he’s so agitated.

He gets even worse every time the Twinkie goes over a speed bump or a pothole: JJ grunts quietly under you, and tightens his clench around your flesh. You protest each time, turning yourself slightly to face him better — so he can get the full impact of your glare-pout combination — and complain about how hard his grip is getting. And each time, he just nods once and adjusts your placement over his lap. His eyes are hazy, and his jaw twitches; It’s like he’s not even paying attention to you and your disapproving comments, instead he looks like he’s focusing on something you can’t quite put a pin on.

After one particularly large lurch forward, JJ’s seemingly had enough of the brunettes borderline reckless driving. He sinks himself back into the seat, and leans slightly ahead — once again pinning his front against you — so he can get heard clearly: “Yo, JB? Y’think y’could drive a tad slower, ‘n’ maybe watch out for ‘em speed bumps?”

“What, you're getting a little motion sick, huh JJ?” you tease, lacing your words with a playfulness he usually mimics. But today he doesn’t. All he does today is murmur a quiet “Not exactly,” under his breath, and adjusts your position over himself again.

Why’s he being so pissy? Wasn’t he the one who offered his lap in the first place?? Fuck. You roll your eyes exasperatedly, going back to the conversation going on around you like normal.

Thing is, when you do turn back, your body obviously moves. The amount of friction between JJ’s and your own is tiny — absolutely minuscule — but it still draws an almost guttural groan from your best friend. You glance at him from the corner of your eye; you’re met with the sight of the blonde once again placing his head in your shoulder, biting at the inside of his cheek, with his eyes pressed tight together.

“Babe, ‘m beggin’ you, please stop movin’,” he murmurs. It’s almost a plea, a beg even. It causes your lips to curl upwards into a smile, because it’s honestly so amusing to you how receptive he’s being. You don’t hesitate to make it worse; you squirm around in this lap for a few beats, only wriggling around more as he wraps his around your waist to stop you while you hum, “Why? This too much f’youuuu?”

“Stop. Movin’. I ain’t kiddin’,” he whines. You finally give in, slouching against his front and pouting — not that he can see, he’s still forcing his eyes closed like he’s allergic to sunlight. You're quickly recovering, joining in with the rest of the pogues laughing and joking in the van, but you swear you hear your best friend grunt behind you and keep you lifted a few centimetres away from his lap. “Fuck.”

That's when you feel it: the unmistakable feeling of a tent forming in your best friend’s cargo shorts under you, pressing slightly against the curve of your ass. So that was what he was freaking out about?

“Hey Jayj?” You ask quietly, feeling your eyes widen as he only grows harder. He’s biting back another low groan, gnawing at the inside of his cheek and pressing his palms against your warm flesh, keeping you now locked in place. Judging by the slight squeal that had fallen out of your lips, he’s sure you’ve clocked onto everything. He hesitates in responding, but he does so anyway:  “ … yeah?”

You’re also now significantly more hesitant to even utter something else – what if you move again and make the whole situation worse – but you have to anyway, right? You swallow once, trying not to listen to the blonde’s shallow breathing beneath you. “Please tell me that isn’t what I think it is.”

It’s easier to skirt around the bushes, and it’s easy for him to understand. It’s easy for anyone in the stuffy, crowded van to understand, that's why you purposefully lowered your voice to an almost inaudible volume.

“Hey— I tried, ‘kay? You ‘n’ your fuckin’ squirmmin’ didn’t help, like at all,” he whines, throwing his head back against the seat and staring up at the ceiling. He’s pretty much seeing stars by this point; he’s been pretty much obsessed with you since forever, thought about this exact situation maybe a total of a thousand times – maybe minus all the pogues surrounding you both – he’s jerked off to old instagram photos of you too many times to count. Hell, he’s had dreams about touching you, feeling you, tasting you. But for this to be happening now? It’s humiliating.

“What? ‘S JJ tryin’ to sneak his fingers under your shirt?” Kie quips from the other side of the Twinkie, noticing how hard JJ’s fingers are flexing against your torso. You glance towards her – hoping on everything she doesn’t notice how wide your eyes are, and how you’re unintentionally biting at your bottom lip.

“Yo—? ‘M not that pervy,” Your best friend shoots his head back up, wincing slightly at the new wave of friction between you both. He can’t even blame you for this one, it was entirely his fault. Kie doesn’t pay another care to the tiny chirp you let out, or the way your hand tries to casually cover your mouth — caused by the firmer sensation of his hard-on pressing under you. Instead she just goes back to whatever she was doing with Sarah, after playfully glaring at JJ and saying: “Sure you’re not.”

“It’s nothin’—! Right JJ?” You squeak, refusing to even acknowledge the boy. He flickers his eyes onto you on instinct — feeling his lips curl again once he notices the undeniable flush creeping up your neck. He concurs, letting his head hit gently at your shoulder again, “Yup. Nothin’.”

John B’s still driving like he was before JJ’s first warning, meaning the Twinkie once again hits a pothole or something; you’re both thrown forwards, then you’re shoved back against the sun-bleached blonde who’s currently trying not to loose his mind. Another groan leaves his lips, one he can’t suppress — it’s louder this time. You throw your arms to somewhere, trying to get a good enough grip so this stops happening. Damn John B and his fuckass driving.

Regardless, you quickly turn to JJ and shoot a high-pitched apology to the man — “Sorry—!!” — before returning to hover over your bestfriend’s lap. He looks gone. Absolutely whipped. Like the poor dude’s seconds away from just whimpering right in the middle of the pogues.

“Fuck. ‘S fine princess. Know y’didnt mean it that time,”he mutters into your ear, squeezing once at your flesh like this normal. Anything to make this less awkward, right? Then he lifts up his head gruffly, raising his strained voice loud enough that everyone can hear, not just you like as of recently: “John B I wasn’t kiddin’! Slow down, for fucks sake.”

“Uh … promise t’never mention this again?” he whispers into your ear after a few moments of just straight up tension. Trying once more to play the entire situation off — even though he somehow seems to still be growing his length under you each passing moment — he adjusts he brim of the cap he’s wearing backwards, before returning his calloused hand back around your hips to keep you from pressing down against him. You agree instantly, nodding fervently and squeaking back, “Mhm. Never again.”

“Thank fuck. Sorry ‘bout … everythin’, didn’t expect this to happen—“ he murmurs, sort of rambles, easing some of the heat between you both. He also happens to grip at your hips harder, lifting you just a tad bit higher off of his lap, at the exact same moment. Gosh, he’s so far gone it’s sort of comical. You can’t help but smile softly, quietly assuring the blonde that: “It’s okay JJ. I shoulda not been so … yeah.”

It’s in fact better than okay. Sure, you were a little stunned when you realised what had happened, but now you’re thinking about it? You made your best friend hard. From nothing. You made him hard. And that thought sends a flurry of butterflies erupting in your stomach.

Honestly it makes you want to just grind agains thin harder, just to see what’ll happen.

ᯓ★ a / n : like I said, this is the most smutty ima ever go !! i mean it’s pretty much there but hey we live. also this is lowk inspired by a carl gallagher c.ai bot lmao

ᝰ.ᐟ divider cred : @dollywons , @strangergraphics .

ᝰ.ᐟ taglist : @shayyaps , @mariamadison6-blog , @bambigirl10 , @mymelody-girlyyy .

[bbyg4rl]

only you get to call him jackson . . .

cw: clingy!boyfriend!jj x reader, fluff !!

JJ’s legs were thrown over yours on the couch, chin on your shoulder as you scroll on your phone. He’d been like this for the past hour, touching you like you’ll disappear if he lets go. “I missed you,” he mumbles, even though he’s been with you since the sun rose this morning. His fingers lazily draw circles on your thigh, rings clinking together when he shifts.

You smile, glancing at him from the corner of your eye. “I’m right here, clingwrap.”

JJ ignores that. Then he adds, dead serious, “You’re not allowed to leave me. Ever.”

You scoff. “What about work, Jackson?”

He melts at the sound of it. Jackson. No one else calls him that. Not even his friends. To them, he’s JJ, always has been—loud, reckless, a little unhinged. But to you? He’s Jackson. Soft and warm and real.

He nuzzles into your neck with a small smile. “Say it again.”

“Jackson?” you repeat with a giggle.

A pleased hum leaves his lips. “Mmm. Just like that. Sounds so pretty coming from you.”

“You’re such a weirdo,” you laugh, leaning your head against his.

“I don’t care. No one else gets to say it. Just you. If anyone else calls me Jackson, I’m fighting them.”

You roll your eyes. “You’re so dramatic.”

JJ pulls back, eyes serious now—like he means it. “I’m not kidding. That’s your name for me. You gave it meaning, you know?” His voice softens, “Jackson didn’t mean anything until you said it.”

You freeze, heart doing flips. “That’s… weirdly poetic for you.”

He grins, a little proud. “I can be deep.”

Then he tugs you until you’re laying on his chest, legs tangled. His hand slides under the back of your hoodie, warm and possessive. “I like when you say it when I’m sleepy,” he murmurs against your temple. “Or mad. Or when you’re all cute and bossy.”

“Jackson, get your hands outta my shirt.”

He gasps. “Hot.”

You swat his chest, and he catches your hand easily, lacing your fingers with his. “Don’t test me, Maybank.”

He makes a face. “Ew. Everyone else calling me Maybank? Normal. You calling me Maybank? Hate it. Feels illegal.”

You laugh so hard your stomach hurts, and Jackson is right there, eyes on you like you hung the damn stars. He presses a kiss to your cheek, then your jaw, then the corner of your mouth. “Seriously though. It’s yours. That name. Jackson. You made it soft.”

You go quiet, your fingers playing with the hem of his sleeve. “I like that,” you admit. “That it’s mine.”

“It’s all yours, babe. I’m all yours.” He kisses you again—slower this time, and you believe he’s yours.

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[barbienextdoor]

He always saves the last bite.

It’s become a quiet ritual between you two, sharing dessert after dinner, whether it’s a slice of pie, a bowl of ice cream, or the last chocolate chip cookie from the batch he pretended he didn’t burn. Without fail, when there’s only one perfect spoonful left, he pushes it toward your mouth. Tonight it’s strawberry shortcake, the whipped cream already starting to melt into soft pink swirls.

You’ve been trading bites back and forth on the couch, legs tangled under a blanket, the TV playing something neither of you is really watching. He scoops the final piece, mostly cream, a single perfect strawberry perched on top, and holds the spoon out to you. “Last one’s yours,” he says softly, voice warm like he’s handing you something priceless instead of dessert.

You pause, spoon hovering between you. “You take it. You love the strawberries.”

He shakes his head, a small smile tugging at his lips. “I love watching you eat them more.”

Your heart does that stupid flutter it always does when he says things like that. You lean forward and let him feed you the bite. The sweetness bursts on your tongue, cream cool and strawberry bright, but it’s the way he’s looking at you, like you’re the best part of his entire day, that makes it taste even better. You swallow, then lean in and press a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth where a little whipped cream has smeared. “You’re ridiculous,” you murmur against his skin.

He chuckles, low and happy, wrapping an arm around your shoulders to pull you closer. “Maybe. But you love my ridiculousness.” You nestle into his side, head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. His fingers start tracing slow, absent patterns on your arm; little circles, little hearts, the same way he always does when he’s content.

“Next time,” you say quietly, “I’m saving the last bite for you.”

He presses a soft kiss to the top of your head. “Deal. But only if you promise to smile like that when I give it back to you.”

You laugh under your breath, curling tighter against him. “Promise.”

The TV drones on in the background, but neither of you moves. The plate sits empty on the coffee table, the spoon resting beside it, and the house is quiet except for the soft sound of your breathing syncing up. He’s still tracing those little patterns on your arm when you start to drift; safe, warm, loved most simply. And somewhere in the back of your mind, you already know: tomorrow night, when dessert comes around again, he’ll still save the last bite for you. Because that’s just who he is.

[r4di0h3ad]

just practice

paring! bsf!jj x reader

in which! you have a date coming up and you still haven’t lost your virginity, so you go to your best friend in the hopes he will help you out and save you from embarrassment

warnings! smut. loss of virginity. oral sex (f. receiving) pnv sex. unprotected sex.

part 2

you find jj at the chateau, laying in a hammock on the porch with his shirt off and a joint between his fingers. you could smell the scent of weed before you even made it to the door and jj gave you a smile when he noticed you.

“hey, j.” you greeted, now standing in front of the bench. “you busy?”

“what’s it look like?” he took a long drag from the joint and exhaled. you couldn’t help but grin at his glazed over eyes and his genuine, high smile.

you glanced into the screen door, looking for john b, or anyone else, but couldn’t see well from the smoky haze.

“anyone home?”

he shakes his head no.

“kie and pope are working, think john b’s out with sarah.” he says. “why? you okay?” his eyes soften and you notice his look of concern.

“yeah,” you smile, “everything’s fine, just need to uh- talk to you.” you had no idea how you were gonna go through with this without making it incredibly awkward. you already felt sick to your stomach at the thought of him rejecting you and never seeing you the same way after this.

jj nods and stubs out his joint. he stands up and opens the screen door, motioning for you to enter first.

“after you.”

you smile and step inside, but you soon begin to feel ill at the fact that you were really going to ask him this. you wanted this to happen, but you were terribly nervous.

you lead him to his room and close the door behind you. he sits on the edge of the bed and you follow, sitting crisss cross, facing him.

“you sure everything’s fine?” he asks, obviously questioning the fact that you wanted to speak to him in his room, and that you were silent.

“i told you about that guy i’ve been talking to for a few weeks, yeah?” you start, not wanting to make eye contact with the boy.

“yeah.” he nods.

you try not to pick at the skin of your fingernails.

“okay, well, he asked me out.” you say. “the date’s tomorrow.”

he furrows his eyebrows in question, noticing that you sounded kind of disappointed about something that was supposed to be good.

“well that’s a good thing, right?” he scoffed. “i mean, i cant remember the last time you went on a date.”

“shut up.” you nudge him. “yeah, it’s a good thing… i like him- i think.”

“alright, well, that’s all you wanted to tell me?” he asks. “you don’t need dating advice right? because i can’t help you in that department.”

you fight a smile at his remark and shake your head no.

“okay, here’s the thing.” you sigh before you force out your next words, absolutely dreading his reaction. “i don’t know if he’ll wanna sleep with me eventually, and, well he’s kind of experienced with girls and all that, and i’m kind of…. not.” you cringe at your choice of words, already regretting coming to jj out of embarrassment. you glance at him momentarily and he seems to be studying you, waiting for you to keep talking. “what i mean is, like-“ you sighed. you knew you sounded like a complete idiot, but you didn’t want to back out now.

“you know i’m a virgin, right?” you didn’t even want to look at him after the words came out of your mouth.

he smiled a little.

“i, uh, i figured.” he scratched the back of his head awkwardly and cleared his throat.

“don’t be a dick.” you shove him once again and he chuckles, which allows you to lighten up just slightly. “i’m saying that i don’t know what i’m doing - y’know, with guys and all that. i don’t want to embarrass myself in front of him.”

“so you want… sex advice? from me?” he asks, raising his eyebrows with suspicion.

you nervously bite the inside of your cheek and your face grows hot.

“well, i thought maybe a little more hands on.” you said before you could even stop yourself. you knew you had to just come out and say it or you would’ve backed out and nothing would ever come of this situation. you searched his face for a reaction.

he looked confused, but he didn’t seem whole heartedly against the idea. the silence between you both was becoming awkward and you felt the need to explain yourself, hopefully making the situation sound less like you were coming on to him and more like a friend just asking for help.

“i mean like, because you’re a guy and all, you would know what guys like best, i guess?” you said, as you watched him cross his arms over his chest and lean against the headboard of the bed. “and i was thinking about the fact that i’m going on a date for the first time since freshman year and now there’s a very high chance that i’ll sleep with him in the coming weeks, and it just- i don’t know, the idea of losing my virginity to someone i’ve known for a month didn’t really sound good to me.” you we’re rambling at this point to try and defend your case. “i would rather do it with someone i know, and trust.”

“you want me to take your virginity?” he asked, blatantly. “that’s what you came here for?”

you nod, probably chewing a hole into your cheek now.

“if it’s too weird for you, you don’t have to do it at all, it’s okay.” you said. “you were just the only person i felt like i could ask without it being awkward.”

“no, no,” his expression softens and he shakes his head, pulling his arms from his chest and taking his back off the headboard. “i’ll do it.”

“really?” your eyes light up because you expected this to go far south.

“yeah, no big deal.” he shrugs, even though in his head he knew it was a huge deal. he was going to be your first time and if he screwed it up, there was no telling what would happen between you two. “but, this won’t change anything between us right?” he asked. “like i just don’t want it to be awkward afterwards.”

“i swear.” you said, although you didn’t entirely know if that was the truth. “you’re just helping me out, right?”

“alright.” he responds. “you, uh, you wanna do this now or..?” he clears his throat again, visibly getting nervous, but your fears seemed to be disappearing now that you knew he wasn’t against the idea.

“the sooner, the better.” you said.

jj gets up from the bed and flips the lock on the door on the off chance someone were to come home.

“just a warning though,” you start, “i’ll definitely be really bad at this compared to the other girls you’ve been with.”

“that’s all right, you gotta learn somewhere.” he says, walking back to you and stopping right in front of where you were sitting on the bed. your heart started to race as the reality of what you were about to do started setting in. he sits down next to you and you could smell salt water and weed on his skin. “i’m gonna start with kissing you, is that okay?” you searches your face for confirmation and you nod, giving him the okay. “and you’ll tell me if i’m taking things too fast or if you wanna stop, right?”

you giggle a little at his attention to the matter.

“yes jj.”

you see a very slight smile appear on his lips before he slowly leaned in and connected them with yours. he tasted like weed but in the most perfect way as he skillfully moved his lips in sync with yours. his tongue softly swiped your bottom lip at the same time his hands found their way to the sides of your face and he held you there gently. you took him touching you as a sign to occupy your own hands with his body as you brought your hands around his back, feeling his bare skin.

his kisses started leading down your chin, and further down onto your neck where he connected his lips with your skin. you shivered at the new feeling of someone kissing your neck as he went lower still, reaching your collarbone. he pulled away and tugged at the him of your shirt, asking for more access to your body and he helped you out of the fabric.

“you doin okay?” he asks.

“totally fine.”

he connects his lips to your collar again as he carefully lays you down onto your back. he fights the urge not to leave any hickeys on you, knowing you had a date tomorrow.

you scoot your body up until you’re in the middle of the bed so that he can easily get on top of you. he continues kissing your body, getting lower and lower and with each passing second, you could feel yourself getting hotter and your arousal getting stronger. his mouth reached the waistband of your jean shorts and he looked up your for permission to take them off. you nodded and he unbuttoned them before sliding them down your legs and tossing them somewhere on the floor.

jj kissed the curve of your hipbone and you mindlessly rolled your core up towards his mouth, to which you could feel him smirk against your skin at your neediness.

“i’ll get there princess.” he said against the space under your bellybutton. you practically lost your breath at his words and your cheeks flushed out of embarrassment.

he continued kissing you even lower, placing his lips over clothed core and hooking a finger underneath the hem of your bikini bottoms.

“can i take these off?” he asked.

“please.” you nod, almost sounding too desperate.

he pulls your bottoms down your legs, leaving you exposed to him. the first time anyone had seen you like this, and you were thankful it was jj and not some random boy who didn’t know the first thing about you.

“you still alright?”

“jj,” you giggle. “i’ll tell you if somethings wrong, okay?”

“just being courteous.” he joked.

he brought his hand to your now bare core and used his thumb to swipe a line from your entrance up to your clit, making you whine from just one touch. he spreads your wetness around your clit, his pants growing tighter at the sight of your arousal. as he rubs painfully slow circles, he searches your face for signs of enjoyment, but your eyes were shut tight and your lips were parted, quiet whimpers leaving your mouth.

“just relax, okay?” he said, to which you nod eagerly. you were totally not relaxed at all. in fact you were amped on adrenaline from the way he kissed you.

and then before you could register what was happening, you felt something new touching you. you opened your eyes and looked down at jj’s face in between your thighs, seeing his tongue swirling over your clit. it felt better than any time you had ever touched yourself. his eyes met yours for a second and you wondered why you never asked him to do this any sooner even though you pictured him going down on you many times before

your hands found their way to his blonde locks, your fingers tangling into his hair as you threw your head back on the pillow.

“oh my god, jj” you moaned, to which he picked up the pace a little. he gripped your thighs firmly, holding them apart, occasionally rubbing circles into your skin with his thumbs to relax you.

his lips wrapped around your clit and he sucked, making you jolt your hips up in pleasure at the new sensation. your legs were trembling under his grip and jj didn’t think he could get any harder, but he was, in fact, getting harder by the minute.

“jj,” you moaned his name, “please don’t stop!” you were pulling his hair tighter, trying not to be too loud in case anyone were to come home, but it was impossible to keep your mouth shut with the way he was eating your pussy. “feels so good” you cried.

your hips were rocking back and forth, rolling in the same rhythm as his tongue, practically riding his face. he knew you were close based on the fact that your moans were getting closer together and your legs were shaking harder. he suddenly switched the direction of his tongue, now going side to side and occasionally sucking on your clit, swallowing your juices.

your back was arched off the bed, your hands flying to the sheets for something to hold on to as your high approached in small waves. you moved one hand to cover your mouth, trying to stifle your moans, but jj immediately reached up to your arm and pulled it from your face, not stopping his movements.

“need to hear you cum” he said against your clit before harshly sucking on it.

“fuck” you moaned, his words alone almost leading you over the edge.

he snuck two fingers into your entrance and slowly moved them against the sweet spot inside you. the mixture of his mouth expertly lapping at your clit and his fingers pushing into you had you coming undone.

“fuck- don’t stop- please- don’t st-“ you couldn’t even get the last words out as you felt yourself completely lose control. you didn’t know how loud you were moaning because all of your senses had faltered as the tidal wave of ecstasy crashed over you.

he kept licking until you had fully ridden out your orgasm, and even then, he continued, his grip still tight on your legs as they trembled. you pushed his head away from the overstimulation and then lay limp, your chest rising and falling as you came down, your eyes still closed.

“need a second?” he asked, mockingly, his hands running up your torso and to your still covered breasts. he felt your nipples harden under your bikini top and he desperately wanted to get you out of it.

you wrap your arms around his back and pull him on top of you, connecting your lips with his again. he immediately kisses you back and reaches behind you to undo your top, which quickly comes off and jj’s eyes land on your breasts. he takes them both in his hands and leans over you to suck your nipple, making you shiver.

you occupy your own hands with his belt, fumbling with the clasp until it’s undone and pulling it through the loops.

he pulls himself away from your tits and starts undoing the zipper before his eyes meet yours.

“you sure you’re okay with this?” he asks.

“i wouldn’t be fully naked in front of you right now if i wasn’t.” you joke.

he gets up from the bed to take his shorts off and look around the room, presumably for a condom.

“john b’s gotta have some around here, hold on.” he says, opening up the top drawer of the dresser and rummaging through the pairs of socks and underwear.

“you don’t have to, jay.” you say, but he doesn’t listen, still looking inside the dresser for any small, silver packages. “i’m on birth control.”

he turns around cocks his head at you.

“what?” you question. “makes my periods lighter.” you shrug.

“i’m still pulling out though.” he says before he walks back to the edge of the bed and slides his boxers off, revealing his achingly hard cock. you visibly got nervous at his length, swallowing the saliva in your mouth. jj notices the redness in your face and gets into the bed, pushing hair out of your face with his fingers. “i’ll stop if it’s too much, just tell me.” you nod, anxiously and he positions himself on top of you, stroking his cock a few times before you feel his tip at your entrance. his eyes meet yours for confirmation and you give him a nod.

his cock slowly pushes into you, not even an inch as he doesn’t want to hurt you. you shut your eyes hard, preparing for it to hurt, but you feel barely any pain. he kisses your neck and pushes himself in a little farther.

“this feel okay?” he asks against your skin.

“feels good, j.” your hands find their way to his back again.

once he bottoms out, you feel a slight pressure at your cervix before he slowly starts moving, giving you time to adjust to the feeling.

you hear jj moan in your ear from the painfully slow strokes he was taking, trying to keep himself from going too fast for you. his cock rubbed against your g-spot and you kiss the area in between his collar and neck.

“i’m okay jj.” you reassure him. “faster, please.”

he picks up the pace and continues kissing your neck. your nails dig into the skin of his back.

“you feel so good” he moans. “doin’ so good for me- fuck.” he didn’t even realize what he was saying, but you enjoyed the hell out of it. his praises added to the pleasure of him inside you.

he was going fast enough now that you could hear your skin hitting against each others as your hips connected. every thrust was stroking your sweet spot and you were pretty sure you were leaving scratches on his back, but jj felt too good to even notice.

he leaned back a little so that all his weight was on his knees and his back was straight as he grabbed one of your legs for support and used his other hand to rub your clit at the same time he was fucking you. the double stimulation illicited a loud moan from you that encouraged jj to keep going, almost nearing his end.

his thrusts were getting sloppier and his breathing was heavier but he wanted to make you finish before him. your chest heaved, feeling the new sensation of him filling you up at the same time as his fingers worked on your clit. the pressure was building up and you knew you were close. you suddenly pulled him against you so that your chests were pressed against each others.

“fuck- jj” you moaned. “m’so close.”

his heavy breathing sounded like heaven to you as he started to fuck you even harder, his cock sliding perfectly in and out of you.

“sweetheart” he moaned into your neck. “m’not gonna last much longer.”

almost immediately after he said those words, you felt the band in your stomach snap as you came around his cock, squeezing and pulling him deeper inside you. you cried out his name as he fucked you through your second orgasm.

“fuck, baby-“ he pulled out of you and stroked his cock that was slick with your wetness. you watched his face contort in pleasure, his eyes barely open and his lips parted, his eyebrows furrowed. his cum shot onto your stomach and tits.

he tried not to stare too long at the mess he made of you, realizing almost as soon as he finished that this was a one time thing he may never get you like this again.

he got out of the bed and grabbed a shirt of the floor, which he cleaned you up with and tossed it.

“you okay?” he asked again.

you rolled your eyes.

“how many times are you gonna ask that?” you scoffed. “i liked it, j. don’t know how my date’s gonna top that.” you joked.

then, jj remembered that this was all practice for you to go and have sex with another guy and he suddenly felt sick. he pulled his boxers back on and picked up your articles of clothing from the floor and tossed them to you.

the truth is, you didn’t even want to go on that date anymore. not after the way jj took care of you.

“hey, jj!” a voice, john b’s, ripped through the chateau and both of your eyes widened, looking at each other with panic. “you home?”

you swiftly put your bottoms and shorts back on in under 30 seconds and shrugged yourself into your flimsy shirt while jj was putting his belt back on. you quickly exited john b’s room before he could see where you both came from and you nervously greeted him in the living room to see that sarah and kie were home as well.

“heyy, jb.” jj said, awkwardly.

“what have you two been doing all day?” john b asks.

kiara walked over to the kitchen to grab a beer and when she turned around, she noticed the marks on jj’s back. she paused in her steps.

“jj, what’s with all the scratches on your ba-“ and then she realized. her face contorted in disgust. “ewwww, are you guys fucking serious?”

your face grows hot with embarrassment and you wanted to dig a whole to die in, but john b seems barely faced as he walked past you, saying something near you.

“at least you made that boy’s dreams come true.”