summary: Y/N had enough with her non-reciprocal feelings for John B. and JJ is there for her.
pairing: JJ Maybank x fem! reader
WARNINGS: 18+, sex content
1.465 words
a/n: I'm thinking about a part 2. Let me know if you want it to happen.
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The fire was cracking loud, flames warming Y/N's face, though she doesn't know if it's the warmth or the blush that appeared on her face after John B. made a compliment about her new haircut. She's glad, cause she's being dying for him to notice her a little, they are friends since long ago and the thought that he can see her as a sister makes she want to die. So when he handed her a beer - that she didn't even asked for - and said how hot she looked with layers she took seconds to come back to earth, but all she could manage to say was "Thanks". And what the fuck was "thanks"?
"So you didn't thought she was hot before?" JJ intruded as he reached the conversation, coming back to feed the fire.
"That was totally not what I meant." He turned to his friend. Y/N cursed JJ brutaly in her mind. "You know that right?" John B. reassured she.
"Yeah, of course." She answered. Again, that was everything her mouth as able to verbalize. Before she could think about anything else Kiara and Pope arrived and the talk died. Y/N almost cried, that was her chance completely ruined, clearly her fault, but she had to feel like hating JJ a bit, sending him a dead glare, he shrugged his shoulders confused.
The fact is that she wasn't much of a flirt, she never had to, in her experience with boys they were too interested to need a move from she. John B. was too absorbed in his gold hunting and his own world to pay attention to Y/N's pitiful flirt moves. Sure she knew him for a really long time, that's why it was so embarassing to do something. And plus, no pogue on pogue macking.
She always liked John as more than a friend, to the point she thought it was love - but we'll see how it wasn't - and nobody ever knowledge it, she was so good at hiding her feelings probably because she was the first one to not understand it. Is just something about him made her heart melt a little, I mean, he care for her and maybe she liked the way he fights for what he wants, she only wished he'd fight for her.
Suddenly Kiara started to show it in her place, with cheek kisses and meaningful "Be careful"'s, John B. always answered with that stupid look, like I'm so surprised, but enjoying it for sure. Y/N felt powerless, pain stuck in her throat every time their love vibe hanged in the air, she knew she couldn't run away. JJ even told him to go for it.
And then John B. kissed Kiara.
When Y/N heard it, it was her limit. That was it. Was hurtful and she got enough. She left the Chateau, banging the door, not caring about the scene and confusion she was making. She understood, he never liked her back and creating expectations was her fault, she just wanted to cry, because it was so frustrating.
JJ opened the door after her, calling her name, but she didn't answered, fastly walking towards her house. Still, he chased after her, following she to her house. Just around the corner of the street he reached for her arm, she pulled away quickly wiping the nervous tears.
"Why... You're crying?" he frowned.
"No. Just a little frustrated, I need to go home." she shortly answered.
"You're frustrated because of our talk? John B. was just saying..."
"Yes! I know what he said, I heard very well the kissing part and everything." she angrily replied, steps heavy on her porch stair, fighting the keys in the door. She hated how close was the walk between hers and John B.'s house.
"Why does that bothers you anyway?"
"It does JJ!" she blurted
"It does bothers me when I spent the whole time keeping those stupid feelings about John B. so well hided, especially because of that fucking "no pogue on pogue macking", and now he goes around "macking" Kiara!"
Annoying tears rolling down her face so she wipe them as fast as she can. "Is not fare with me."
"I always had the feeling that you liked him. I'm kinda sad it's true." he said, approaching, hands going to hold her arms lightly.
"What?" a weird different feeling was growing now in her up stomach, slightly warm to her cheeks.
"It doesn't matter, Kiara didn't kissed him back, you still have a chance."
She shocked her head, for a moment she forgot about John B. "I don't wanna be his second choice. I want him to genuinely like me like that."
"Maybe someone already likes you like that."
They just eyed each other for hard long seconds. How could she only notice his sweet face now? Pretty almost pleasing eyes straight at hers and at her mouth, and back, and closer, then they had to close cause their mouths met. She felt it so truly, hands floating to his face, soft in her palms, his was rouding her waist to bring the girl closer, he wanted that for a while and was more than glad to make she feel better.
"It's not fare..." she mumbled "... with you."
"I don't care, you're not in a court, sweetheart." he said, lips tracing down to her neck, kissing so softly, so gentle, like she was porcelain. "How 'bout we go inside and I show you how much you don't need John B., uhm?"
"Yes." she whispered, breath meeting his ear making he shiver onto his bones.
"Let me show how you don't need him."
She had no clue of how he managed to kiss her and unlock the door, but soon they were inside, mixing into each other, he pushed her to sit on him in the couch, hands falling to her hips and up to her face in the urge of deep kiss her over and over. Y/N never wanted to stop, his lips, his tongue - Oh, the thought of his tongue against hers made her clit ache - had the right taste. The thought of John B. was nothing now cause her body was begging for JJ, JJ and only JJ.
"Jay." she whimpered.
"I know, baby, I know." he reassured her as his hand cupped her pussy over her panties and shorts putting the right pressure on it, she felt too much already.
"Please." she begged impatiently unzipping his cargo shorts reaching his cock to pull it out and - what a cock - stroke it, his eyes closing for moment before making her get up to strip of her bottom clothes.
"Let me fuck you like you deserve." he laid her down "Such a fucking pretty pussy... Spread your legs, sweet girl." his talk was making she dizzy, all she could think about was how much she needed his dick inside her so the only words she could say were "Yes!" and "Please Jay." but that was everything JJ needed her to say.
Leaning over her body, rubbing himself in her core he struggled to take the shorts down his legs, anticipation burning their bodies. When his tip entered her, she gasped in pleasure, arms rounding his body to bring him closer, legs pushing his hips toward hers, both of them moaning loudly as he started a pace.
"You're so tight, taking me so good, angel."
"Fuck, Jay, go faster. You're so deep."
He had to untangle himself from her arms to look at her body, pulling her shirt up just to see those tits bouncing with each thrust, her eyes was squeezed shut so he held her chin, feeling her cunt squeeze him.
"Look at me, sweetheart. You're gonna cum?" she nodded desperately "Go on. But look at me when you do it. John B. will never make you cum like this, he lost his chance to be inside this tight beautiful pussy."
Her face twisted in pleasure, mouth hanging open but bright eyes never leaving his, JJ nearly cummed at the sight, pulling out to rub her clit as a way to help her through her orgasm. He just had to pump himself a few to cum over her, his cock twitching in his hand.
"Are you okay?" he asked when his breath established a little.
"Yeah, I just can't feel my legs." she laughed.
"Guess you're not thinking about John B. anymore..."
"No, no. I just want you." she truly confessed, reaching up to feel his sweet wet lips again.
"You mean, want my cock?"
"Yeah, but not just it. I want everything." she smiled.
He fixed his body on the sofa, hands running her bare legs. "Then get over here, sit on my lap, kiss me and I'll give you everything I have."
I'm feeling a little like a pin cushion this morning and it has nothing to do with vaccinations. It has everything to do with sewing.
After 37 years of exposure to sun, wind and rain out on the big lake, the John B.'s canvas was coming apart at the seams. Since the boat is 37 years old, the canvas is irreplaceable. I had a rainy-day challenge on my hands.
So, I gathered up upholstery thread, heavy-duty needles, a handful of straight pins and a thimble and spent eight hours pushing, pulling and swearing (the thimble protected only one finger).
Part of the project was replacing a 24-inch zipper - one stitch at a time.
The boat and canvas are now reunited, but only time will tell what kind of job I did.
By the way, did you know that a male seamstress is a "seamster" ...?
Note: This is my first attempt at smut and I don’t think it’s half bad lmao. This is also my first Outer Banks fic, and I can tell you right now there will be MORE in the future :) Please let me know what you think! Enjoy!
Summary: Your best friend JJ has an unfortunate one night stand, which leads him to asking you what girls like in bed.
Warnings: SMUT, nsfw, 18+
Word count: 4k
Part 1 (you are here) / Part 2
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You knew something was wrong.
It was just a normal day with the pogues. You had spent the afternoon on John B.’s boat, drinking, smoking, swimming until you all were exhausted from the sun. But you could tell something was wrong with JJ the entire time.
When you had made a dirty play off of Pope’s words and looked to your best friend for a high five, he was staring off into the horizon. When Kiara’s bikini top came undone and she rushed to fix it while everyone howled in laughter, he wasn’t even paying attention. “What’s up, dude?” you’d ask when you caught him staring at you a handful of times, but he would just shake his head with a dismissive mumble.
You all were back at the Chateau by the time the sun had started to set. You sat on a lawn chair while John B. and Kiara swung in the hammocks, and Pope was sitting on the ground while JJ paced back and forth behind you guys. There was definitely something on his mind. You just wanted to know what could possibly be more important to JJ than spending the day with his best friends. This wasn’t like him at all, and you waited patiently for him to eventually tell you what was going on.
It was only minutes later that John B. told everyone he was leaving to go see Sarah. Pope stood up from the dirt too, saying something about all the chores he had to get done or else his dad was going to kill him. Kiara left with both boys, wanting to catch a ride back home before it got too late. You wondered if your other friends had noticed JJ’s odd behavior, or if it was only noticeable to you. You two did understand each other better than anyone. Once they all left, it was just you and JJ.
You gathered the empty beer bottles and bags of chips littering the back yard to bring them inside the house, JJ quickly following close behind you. You thought he was going to say something to you, but he kept his mouth shut.
You shrugged off that thought as you looked around the trashed living room, deciding to clean up a little bit. It may not be your house, but you were there all the time and knew nobody else was going to clean up. As you grabbed a garbage bag to start working, you noticed JJ still standing in the doorway, not sure what to do with himself. You raised your brow at him questioningly, but he just awkwardly scratched the back of his head and sat down on the couch.
Then he just sat there quietly, watching you as you cleaned, yet another sign that something was wrong. The boy never missed an opportunity to tease you about your “house-wife tendencies,” as he likes to say.
You dropped the garbage bag you were carrying and made your way to sit next to him on the couch. “Alright, dude,” you sighed. “What’s up?” You were tired of waiting for him to tell you on his own. You only have so much patience with the boy.
“What do you mean?” he countered quickly.
You scoffed. “You’ve been acting weird all day. I know when something’s off with you, J, so just spill it.”
His eyes met yours for a brief moment before he sighed. “I actually wanted to ask you something,” he started, but the silence that fell over the room afterwards made it clear he wasn’t going to continue.
“Okay,” you laughed softly. “Go ahead.”
“I just... I don’t know how to say it.” He was being timid, avoiding your gaze. You furrowed your brows. This wasn’t like the JJ you knew at all. He was never afraid to tell you anything, you guys were so close.
You laid a comforting hand on JJ’s knee, which was bouncing from nerves. “Come on, it’s just me.”
He took a deep breath, deciding to just get it out in the open. “What do girls like in bed?”
You were dumbfounded. You definitely didn’t expect anything like that to come out of your best friend’s mouth!
Your state of shock had him jumping up to his feet to defend himself. “I know I’m the best in bed, okay. I’m great at sex! I’m a sex god! Every girl leaves my bed satisfied,” he exclaimed, desperately trying to hide his bruised ego and putting on his normal cocky attitude.
“Obviously not every girl if you’re asking me what girls like.” You couldn’t help but laugh. JJ Maybank: the biggest player in Outer Banks, was asking you for sex advice? This was almost too good to be true.
You bent over, clutching your stomach as you bubbled with laughter. JJ threw a pillow at you, obviously annoyed you were laughing at him. “Ha, ha. Very funny.”
You wanted to revel in this moment, but urged yourself to calm down. You knew JJ was distraught about this, so you needed to shut up and be a friend to him, even though all you wanted to do was tease your normally-arrogant friend. “Alright, tell me what happened.”
He stood with his arms crossed in front of you, sure you were going to keep laughing at him. You grabbed his hand and dragged him down into the spot next to you. “I won’t laugh anymore. Promise. What happened?”
He inhaled a deep breath, working up the courage to just spit it out. “I brought a touron over last night. She said she wanted to, ya know, but she didn’t seem into it like, at all.”
You listened patiently as he told you about his unfortunate one-night-stand. It didn’t seem like such a big deal, but you could tell it really affected him. He was used to girls falling at his feet, letting them do whatever he wanted with them. He was used raving reviews, and girls always wanting to see him again after they had slept together. It was why JJ was confident and a tad egotistical in the first place, but Poor JJ really let this get to his head.
He looked defeated after he finished the story, and you just wanted to comfort him. “It’s just one girl, J. You’ll probably never even see her again.”
“But I thought I did everything right. I thought I knew what all girls liked, but I guess not.” You smiled sadly at him, not knowing what to say. “So, that’s why I wanted to ask you. I don’t know. You’re a girl. What did I do wrong?” The nerves were coming back again.
“It’s hard to say, JJ. Every girl is different. You just have to pick up on the signs.”
“What signs are we talking about?”
You laughed. “You know, like body language. How she reacts to everything.”
“I’m great at body language,” he scoffed. “But you should... uh... elaborate.” You giggled again. You knew he was a dumb boy, but you didn’t think he was this dumb.
“You can tell what a girl wants by the way she kisses you.”
“You’re telling me things I already knooowwww.” He threw his head back with a dramatic sigh, which made you shake your head in amusement. If he really wanted to know what girls like, you were going to teach him.
You scooted closer to him on the couch and took his hat off, ruffling his hair. He looked at you confused as you grabbed his shoulders and made him face you. “I’m going to kiss you now. Don’t freak out.”
You waited for the surprise to wash away from his baby blues before you leaned in and kissed him. His lips were softer than you had imagined. You didn’t waste any time wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in even closer. With your head turned to the side, you opened your mouth and he followed suit, tongues now mingling together. You were being hungry and forceful on purpose, sitting up more to press your chest into his. His warm hands made their way to your waist as he kept up with your fast pace. Your fingers weaved into his hair, tugging and pulling softly as you directed his movements.
It was hot as hell. The kiss was needy and messy, as if you two were madly in love and couldn’t keep your hands off each other. You were dominating the kiss, and didn’t let him move his hands further up your body, your hands covering his to keep them in place on your hips.
When you needed air, you pulled away, resuming your previous position on the couch as if nothing had happened. JJ, on the other hand, looked frazzled. His cheeks were tinted red and his expression was one of disbelief. His best friend did just make out with him after all. But it was more than that. The way you kissed him had arousal pumping through his veins, and directly to his dick.
“If a girl kisses you like that, she definitely wants you,” you broke the silence. Well, it was silent besides JJ’s heavy breathing. “She also wants to be the one to call the shots.”
His eyes met yours and he still couldn’t believe what had happened. You kissed him like that, all to teach him a lesson? He hadn’t had a make out session this hot in a long time, and you were totally unphased by it. “Make sense?” you asked. All he could do was nod. His mind was spinning and he had a tent forming in his shorts, which you didn’t notice.
“Okay. Let’s try again.” He smirked, already missing the feeling of your lips on his. You leaned in, but let him meet you the rest of the way, and you were kissing again. This time, you kept your hands to yourself, and allowed JJ to pull you in by his hands on your jaw. You resisted the urge to melt into him, and kept up your more timid approach to the kiss.
It was far less heated than before. This kiss was soft and slow, which confused the boy but he didn’t want to do anything to risk ruining the moment. You pulled away while placing your hand on his chest to separate you two.
“If she kisses like that,” you started, “then she’s into you. But she wants you to take control. If she’s more shy, you’re gonna have to take it a little slow.” You peered into his eyes and found them gleaming. “You following, Maybank?”
“Mmhmm.” He sat back, letting his fingers brush over his lips that were just on yours. You really were trying to teach him more about what girls like, and he liked your “hands on” approach. He didn’t know what was going to happen next, but he knew how glad he was that he asked you for help.
Part of you couldn’t believe you had just kissed him either. It was a strange feeling, kissing your best friend. You’d be lying to yourself though, if you said you had never imagined what it would be like to kiss JJ. You couldn’t tell what was going on in his head. “You good?”
“Better than good.” He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, looking at you with a smirk. “What’s next, Teacher?”
You laughed before thinking for a moment. “Consent.”
“Pshh. I know about consent. Who do you think I am? I’m upfront with every girl that I intend to bone.” He was offended that you’d even think of him like that.
You rolled your eyes. “I’m sure. But things can change. It doesn’t take much to turn a girl off.”
He looked at you like you were being ridiculous. “For example, the touron last night,” you continued. “You asked me for help, remember?”
JJ nodded reluctantly. He was still sure he knew how to please a girl, and when to back off, but you were only trying to help him. He’d kick himself if he stopped this little learning lesson now and risk never kissing you again. “Alright, alright. What about consent?”
You smiled, happy he was going to hear you out. You wished more guys would be willing to understand how girls think when it comes to intimacy. “It’s good to take breaks and ask what she wants. If a girl is feeling uncomfortable with something, she’s more likely to speak up about it if you take the time to ask her.”
“Care to demonstrate?” he asked with a wink. You shook your head and laughed at his flirtiness.
“Okay, fine.” This time, you placed your hands on his shoulders and hoisted yourself over him to straddle his lap. His hands found the exposed skin of your thighs as he looked up at you, desire dancing in his eyes. “I’ll kiss you again, but it’s your job to make sure I consent to whatever's next.” Another smirk found its way to the blonde’s lips before he pulled you down to him by the back of your neck.
It was almost as heated as the first kiss. With his lips pressed firmly to yours, he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer. When it quickly turned into a sloppy make out, you let your fingers pull on the blonde strands on the back of his head. You were absolutely enjoying yourself in this position with your best friend, and he felt the same. ‘But this is all for learning purposes,’ you reminded yourself. ‘So that he can be with other girls...’
Pulling away from you was the last thing JJ wanted to do, but he did so anyway, remembering what you had asked him to do. Looking at your messy hair and swollen lips, he wanted to take you right then and there. “Um, do you consent?” he asked in a small voice. This didn’t feel natural at all.
You giggled over him. “Not like that, dude.”
“Then how? It feels so weird to stop everything to ask about it.” He was slightly embarrassed that you were laughing at him, but that was all quickly forgotten as he got lost in your smile.
“I’ll show you,” you said before leaning in again. You guys were getting very good at kissing each other, and jumped right back into where you left off. With your arms around his neck, you softly grinded into his lap. His breath hitched in his throat, telling you he was surprised by your actions while you were just as surprised to feel his growing bulge press into you. It made you more excited than you cared to admit.
Your hands traveled down his chest and to his sides. Your fingers drifted to the hem of his t-shirt before dipping under the material, your soft hands caressing the skin above his hips. JJ could feel everything you were doing to him with intensity, and he didn’t want it to stop. Your hands moved up his sides a bit further before you pulled away from the kiss only slightly. “Can I take this off?” you whispered.
With glazed eyes, the boy could only nod. You pecked his lips once more before slowly pulling off his shirt. Now, he laid beneath you with his chest fully exposed, and you wanted to drool. Sure, you’ve seen him shirtless countless times before, but this was different. He was sculpted to perfection, right under you and only for your gaze.
He could tell you were checking him out, and he loved every second of it. He wanted to know if you were thinking the same thing he was. He wanted you to want him.
“See? It’s that easy. And it doesn’t have to ruin the moment.”
Again, he nodded. “Let me try.” He didn’t give you a second to respond before he abruptly pulled your face back to his. With all this kissing, you were sure you were going to get light headed from lack of air.
Somehow, it only got better. With your tongues dancing together, you felt his hands smoothly run over your thighs, then up to your hips and back down again. It felt like he needed to touch every inch of your body or else he would lose his mind. Then his warm hands boldly lifted up your shirt a little so that he could feel the soft skin of your waist.
With fingertips rubbing small circles into your ribcage, he pulled away enough to look into your eyes and asked, “Is this okay?” He was doing just as you had told him. He was learning, you thought. You bit your lip subconsciously, drawing his eyes to the small action. You nodded, and he swiftly pulled your shirt over your head. Now you were just in your blue bikini top, sitting on top of a shirtless JJ. He wanted to revel in the sight of you, more exposed only for him, but he instead brought his hands up to your jaw to pull you in yet again.
You let the front of your body melt into him, becoming impossibly closer to one another. You loved the taste of him and how his hands left a burning sensation wherever he touched you. Your mind became foggy as your thoughts were replaced by desire.
Without breaking the kiss, JJ quickly flipped over to lay you down on the couch, him crouching over you. He slowly put more of his weight on you as the kiss became more intense, even though it felt like it couldn’t possibly get more intense than it already was.
His mouth finally left yours, only to reconnect with your jaw. He left wet kisses down the side of your neck, turning you on even more as his hand gracefully moved up and down your side. As his loving assault reached your collarbone, he stopped and looked up at you, practically wreathing beneath him. “You good, baby?” he asked.
You nodded feverishly, all common sense going out the window. How you went from platonic best friends to this was something you couldn’t fathom right now. With another smirk, he continued to leave open mouth kisses down your collarbone and chest. Your fingers weaved through his hair tightly, which he took as a sign to keep going.
He let his tongue dart out to lick the swell of your breast over your swimsuit before sucking on the tender spot. His hand daringly grabbed your other boob and squeezed softly. To his surprise, a quiet moan escaped from your lips, only urging him to continue. ‘This is the body language she was talking about,’ he thought, feeling like an absolute king for being able to get this sort of response out of you.
He pulled your top down, your tits now bouncing freely from the material, and his mouth watered at the sight. Without a moment to lose, his lips came down over your right nipple and started sucking while his hand played with your other boob, teasing your taught nipple with the soft pinch of his fingers. More sounds of pleasure fell from your open mouth, and he watched as your eyes squeezed shut.
“You like that, baby?” he asked breathlessly and between more kisses on your breasts. You shook your head yes, eyes still closed tight. At this point, every cell in your body wanted him. You didn’t care about anything else, just his mouth and his hands touching you everywhere.
“I need verbal consent, princess.” He smirked against your skin as his lips traveled down your stomach. He felt high off your reaction to him. He wanted nothing more than to please you until you were screaming his name.
A breathy laugh escaped you and your eyes finally opened to see his pretty face smiling over your belly button. He was teasing you, and while you normally didn’t let him get away with that, you needed him to keep going.
“Yes, JJ. I like this.”
His fingers toyed with the waistband of your shorts, eyes still boring into yours. “Tell me what you want, babe.” He was still teasing you, and you were getting frustrated. He was following your previous instructions though.
“I want you to make me feel good,” you said, almost losing your composure. Every kiss, every touch, felt like magic and you needed more.
Within seconds, your shorts and bikini bottoms were discarded onto the floor and his thumb was running between your wet folds. You whimpered at the contact, which had him smiling from ear to ear. “Damn, Y/N. Is this all for me?” he asked, playing with your soaked entrance. You were always the first to make sure his ego didn’t get too big, but in this moment, you didn’t care.
He easily slipped two fingers into you, and you moaned out his name. He slowly pumped his fingers in and out, bringing his mouth to your sensitive clit, all while watching you intently to make sure you were enjoying this as much as he was. He sucked on the bud, his hand picking up a steady pace, and it was already enough to unravel you. Your body was trembling and your hold on his hair only tightened, encouraging him to speed up.
His tongue lapped at your pussy relentlessly while his fingers curled inside you over and over. He could tell you were close, and was determined to make you reach your high. “JJ,” you moaned loudly. “Don’t stop.” The sounds coming out of you were filthy, and JJ felt like he could cum right then and there as he pleasured you.
He quickly threw your leg over his shoulder, and the new angle had you shaking. He did as you asked, going harder and faster with his assault on your core. He loved this, loved the taste of you. He felt like he could live between your thighs forever. Your moans turned into desperate whimpers as your hips bucked up to meet his face. It was all getting too much for you, but he didn’t slow down even slightly.
Then, you were cumming. Your body jerked awkwardly as you climaxed, and JJ was still fingering you, still sucking on your clit, riding out your high. The noises you made had the boy struggling to keep his own composure, especially when you were moaning his name. He couldn’t believe this was all for him. That he was the one to make you feel this good.
As you calmed down and caught your breath, the boy between your legs finished cleaning you up with his tongue before kissing up your belly, your boobs, then your lips again. He laid his head in the crook of your neck as he wrapped his arms around you, engulfing your body under the weight of his. You didn’t know what to say. Your best friend just ate you out, and it felt amazing.
“Uh, good job,” you croaked, voice a little sore from moaning. You wanted to punch yourself in the face for that line. “I mean, uh, you did everything right.”
He smiled against your collarbone, finding your flustered state adorable, if not amusing. “Did I pass the test, Teacher?” he asked, peering up at you.
You laughed breathlessly. “With flying colors.” Then it was silent. You never stopped to think what this could mean for your friendship. What happens next? You didn’t want there to be any awkwardness between you two.
JJ, on the other hand, felt on top of the world. He was excited about this new side of you. He wondered if this intimacy was something you wanted with him in the future. He felt confident after making you orgasm, so he spoke up. “You’re a good teacher,” he complimented, and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek, making you blush. “Got any other lessons for me?”
It was then that you realized JJ’s erection was pressing into your leg. It was so hard that your eyes widened, thinking of how painful it must be for him to still be restrained by his shorts. Even though you just had one of the best orgasms of your life, you felt yourself getting wet again, ready and excited for more. “Maybe one or two,” you hummed shyly. A chuckle left his lips before they were once again on yours.
Random headcanons because why not? (1/?) Maybeee????
JJ’s name is actually John too. In fact, John is a very popular name on this very small island so people have had to get creative with who they call what. (Big John anybody?) Especially since JJ and John B. have been borderline attached to the hip since third grade. Side Note: JJ has been called JJ for so long that in the rare occasions that he’s actually called John (usually by authority figures) it gives him whiplash
Kiara used to go to Pogue public schools before the Kook Academy which is where she met the boys. Soon to be her boys
John B. is the one who introduced everyone to one another. First JJ, then Pope, then Kiara. It’s kinda why they somewhat gravitate to him naturally. Because he was friends with each of them first before introducing each other to one another
One time, when Sarah was like 5 she saw a little blonde boy crying on the beach next to his board that had broken and she gave him her newest lollipop before being dragged away. It was one of those giant, rainbow colored suckers too. Now, she barely remembers this, but every time she looks at JJ she swears she’s seen those eyes before
All of the boys know how to braid thanks to practicing on Kie’s head. Kie’s idea.
They also know how to make friendship bracelets and will often make one if they get into a fight and I’m sorry doesn’t feel like enough. Also Kie’s idea after her “kook year”
In order to prove a forgotten point, JJ proposed to Pope in the fifth grade with a ring pop. Pope ate it. So he guessed that meant yes. Now every time they see a ring pop or JJ’s just bored, he’ll bring it up or call Pope his “hubby”
JJ and Kiara were each other’s first kiss. But that’s a secret between them
Pope is banned from being allowed to drink coffee after the incident in ‘14 where he drank only that...for four hours straight
All of them have the habit of adopting random street animals for short periods of time. If left to their own devices, they would probably become random cat people, or rabbit people, or squirrel people for that one special occasion
Movie nights are a pain to plan because they all argue for something different out of the options they have for like a solid hour only to watch something that wasn’t an option in the first place
Whenever JJ’s feeling more like a kleptomaniac than usual, depending on who’s closest to him, he’ll play with the bracelets on their wrist just so he’ll have something to do with his hands. Usually it’s John B.
One of the top moments in the Pogue Hall of Fame is when Kie, after seeing some Kooks on the Cut harassing Pope, grabbed a hose, set it on full blast and just let the water loose on them until they had no choice but to run away from it in order to try (and fail) to save face. John B. and JJ didn’t even have time to think of throwing a punch before she stepped in and all of them wanted to marry her on the spot
You snort, laughing so hard that you think you’re going to puke. Pope continues to crack joke, each one funnier than the last. At least, to your high ass it was.
John B. groans, “Enough Pope. I don’t want to clean puke off the boat… again!”
You bite your lip, wiping tears from your eyes, “That was one time!”
“How does someone puke from laughing?!” John B. yells at you in bewilderment.
JJ stands up, “I know how to get her to stop laughing.” He smirks at you and wraps his arms around you, picking you up in one motion and swings you over the edge of the boat.
You squeal, squirming. “JJ, don’t you dare!” You scream, holding tight to him.
“Don’t what?! Throw your fat ass into the water!” He laughs before dropping you.
Those words hit you harder than you hit the water. The coldness of the water nothing in comparison to the blood draining from your face. Fat ass? JJ has never, and you really mean never, insulted you like that before. You knew you looked bloated in your swimsuit, you had eaten a large brunch with Kiara before coming out onto the boat. You thought you were sucking in enough when you were laying out, but you must’ve forgotten about it when you were laughing with Pope.
Fat. Ass.
You swim to the surface, forcing yourself to laugh while getting onto the boat. “Sorry JJ, that didn’t work.” You say brightly, hoping to hide your shrinking confidence. You wrap your arms around your waist, hoping to look casual while you go grab your coverup. Thankfully, you had warn it onto the boat because you knew you looked bloated.
You knew you looked bloated… Why in the world you would take it off in the first place? Your lip quivers slightly as you toss it on, feeling a little better now that your stomach is covered.
Kiara looks over at you with her eyebrows knotted together. “Aren’t you hot?” She asks you, looking you over.
You shake your head. “I was, but now I’m freezing because someone threw me in the water.” You glare at JJ.
“You know, I hate to break up the party, but I think I have to get going. My mom is going to kill me if I’m out late again.” You tell the group.
Pope nods and starts the boat, steering it back towards the dock. “I get it, my dad has probably already cashed in my life insurance since he’s going to kill me.”
You laugh and sit down, covering your stomach with your arms and pulling your knees towards your chest. You wish the ground would just swallow you whole. You knew that you looked bloated. And it’s more than that, you had been piling on the pounds lately. But you were trying to watch what you were eating and you had lost a pound since you started. You bite your lip hard, it’s not enough obviously. If someone as dense as JJ noticed then everyone else definitely has as well.
When the boat reached the dock, you were the first one off. You smile and wave to everyone before taking off, finally allowing the tears to pool in your eyes. Your eyes are glued to the ground as to speed walk home, not caring that you’re boiling hot in the coverup.
“Y/N, wait up!” JJ calls, running to catch you. “Are you okay?” He asks softly when he reaches you.
You nod, gulping down the lump in your throat. “I’m fine JJ. Don’t worry about it.” You turn to continue walking to your house but stop short when JJ grabs your wrist.
“Come on Y/N, don’t lie to me. Did I do something?” He looks at you concerned, his eyebrows knotted together as he searches your eyes for a clue to what happened.
You sigh, shaking your head before smiling brightly. “JJ, I’m fine. I’m just tired.” You tell him, pushing him off before rushing home.
You slam the front door shut, leaning against it and finally crying freely. You grip your stomach tightly, wishes you could just rip it off. You sob, moving your hand to cover your mouth to prevent yourself from making more noise.
You rush up to your bedroom, throwing your bag on the floor as you flop onto your bed. Your phone dings from inside your bag and you sick up to reach it. The screen lights up your face, revealing a message from Kiara.
Y/N, what happened today? Are you okay????
You sniffle, wiping your nose before texting her back. JJ called me a fat ass… I gained weight recently and I guess it just got to me.
Oh, he’s such a dumbass. Kiara’s message comes back quickly. Don’t mind him. You look amazing. Your ass has never looked better!
You giggle, wiping your eyes dry as your sobs start to slow down.
Thanks Kiara. I love you <3
Love you more girly <3
You set your phone down and get up to put away the stuff in your bag. You only put a few things away before there was a tap at your bedroom window. You opened it up only to see JJ.
“What are you doing here?” You ask confused, moving out of the way for him to sneak in.
He looks at you, biting his lip before he gives you a tight hug. You melt into his arms, his smell surrounding you. You burying your head in his neck, gripping him tightly.
“I’m a dumbass.” He whispers into your hair.
You look up at him, “What?”
“Kiara told me. Why didn’t you tell me right away? I didn’t mean it like that at all. I just… I don’t even know why I said it. I guess I got caught up in the moment. I think you’re beautiful Y/N. No, not just beautiful, gorgeous. You’re hot as fuck, but you’re personality is even better. You’re a total package. I don’t ever want to hear that you’ve been upset over something that someone as lowly as me had said.” He rants, hold your face between his hands as he stares deeply into your eyes. You’ve never seen JJ so serious. It brings tears to your eyes.
“I-“ You start, but he cuts you off.
“Don’t say anything.” He shakes his head, a lock of his bleach blonde hair falling across his forehead. “I’m going to make it up to you.” He tells you softly before hugging you again.
You smile gently, hugging him back just as tight.
And make it up he did. There wasn’t a day that went by without a genuine compliment from JJ. Some days he would cat call you, whistling loudly. Other days he would compliment your personality or your intelligence. The boys would call him whipped but that didn’t make him stop. You never felt fat or ugly again in his presence.
