⋆˚꩜｡ summary : when you get dared to sit on someone’s lap for the rest of truth or dare, you choose to sit on jj’s. ꒰ wc .ᐟ 1.4k.꒱
⋆˚꩜｡ warnings : mentions of alcohol, sorta pervy!jj, slightestttt bit of public groping ( ?? ).
“hmmm …” sarah scans her eyes cross the pogues situated in and around the cat’s ass, picking out her next victim for the dumb little game you’ve been playing all night — remind me, why did we let jj name the hot tub again? she’s got a particular look plastered on her face that comes across more like a predator hunting its prey then anything else, with her eyes twinkling with the kind of mischief that’s making your toes curl; she’s searching for her next victim. and of course her gaze has to halt on you. your instantly shaking your head in protest, and muttering half slurred objections: “no. mhm, no. i’m refusing— this is me refusing to participate in whatever your scheming.”
“c’mon, don’t be boring; truth or dare! truth or dareeee??” she teases, laughing at how on edge you seem just from the question alone. hey, it’s not your fault! with some of the things your best friends have dared and truthed by your other best friends, it’s no wonder you were relishing in the momentary peace you found yourself in.
well, it was fun while it lasted.
“you’ve had too much to drink; you’re gonna make me do something like— batshit crazy.” hoping you’re maybeee going to be backed up, you squeak, looking around the tub for help from kie, pope possibly? alas, your efforts are wasted; everyone around you is either laughing, or insisting you “don’t be boring!” while taking another large sip from their beer.
“yeah, she’s right, plus the rest of us had to do ‘em,” john b snickers from his spot close to you on the side of the hot tub, slapping at your shoulder playfully and wiggling his eyebrows. that’s when jj chimes in; from his place opposite the blonde tilts his sunglasses down and off his face in such an exaggerated manner, with his lip curling upwards as he joins, “c’monnn princess! ‘s not gonna kill you, don’t be a sourpuss.”
“a sourpuss?” you question, quirking a eyebrow up in lighthearted confusion.
“yeah, c’mon, don’t be a pussy. like a— a skittish lil’ kitty cat. y’know what i mean,” he winks over at you, grinning so wide it’s a miracle his face doesn’t split in two.
“fine,” you hum, taking a quick swig of the canned liquid courage you’d perched above the hot tubs side, feeling it slide down and burn at your throat a little. a swift glare’s shot across to the boy who’s got blonde strands of sun-bleached hair falling in front of his eyes, before you turn to sarah and prompting: “hit me with a dare.”
the look of pure horror mixed with ‘oh shit, what have i done to myself’ that slips comfortably on your face is comical — all of the pogues wish they had one of john b’s crappy cameras there to capture it — and your trepidation is only made worse by sarah’s lilting, “oooh, i like dares.”
the build up is excruciating. you try to seem all laid back and nonchalant — arms draping around the sides of the tub like jj’s, taking a hand through your hair, maybe even kissing your teeth lightly to show how impatient you’re getting — when in reality the wait is almost torture. the blonde girl really drags it out too, using a polished hand to wave kie over, and whisper in her ear once she scampers to sarah’s side. what’s worse is they giggle! they even glance at you, while token nervously trying to play everything off, but the small furrow in your brow and the repeated sips at your beer makes it sooo obvious it’s fake.
“i dare you to … sit on who you think is the fittest person’s lap.”
“… truth,” you mutter, trying to go back on your now obviously very rash decision. if the pogues wanted to take a picture before, they definitely wanna take one now as well; your expression from earlier is nothing compared to your blown-wide eyes, and slightly agape lips that formed at the challange. sorry, but this isn’t just a dare anymore. this is a low level humiliation ritual.
“nuhuhhhh, can’t back away now,” the blonde haired girl taunts, leaning slightly closer to you in the water, giggling madly when kie adds onto the dare: “gotta do it for the next ten roundssss!” you hiss, flickering your gaze between the girls who are ment to be your best friends — absolute traitors — gaining a squeaky “kiara—?!” shot across to them.
“we’re not gonna be playing in the next ten rounds; ‘s gonna be ‘til the end of the game! that’s not what i should be focusing on — sarah what the hell!! kie why’re you piling on? do y’all hate me or something—?” you whine, trying to maybe get the apparent punishment toned down a little. naturally, it doesn’t work: “you gotta do it, c’monnnn!”
“i hate you all. jb, pope, you’re included.”
and that’s when you turn to jj. you can’t lie, he’s annoyingly hot. with the way he’s relaxing back against the cool metal warmed by the water jets, lights dancing across his droplet stained chest, it’s hard not to think he is. the waters leaving streaks down from where it’s splashed onto his neck and biceps, and lapping at his tanned skin in a way that’s so delicious it shouldn’t be legal. not to mention his absolute jj-ness: bright eyes, dumb smirk, and a charm that you can’t help but feel your insides squirm at — the latter which he always turns up around you. let’s be honest, anyone who doesn’t think he’s hot is just wrong.
you sigh, taking the final sip from your beer before standing up, and letting the warm water sliding down your body from where it had originally swallowed your form. jj’s brows dart up, clocking what’s going on instantly — while simultaneously moving his gaze shamelessly across and over your curves, smiling at himself more then anything else. does he realise his tongues darting out, leaving a small listen behind as he eyes you? gross, dude.
“oh wassup, princess? yeahh, just like that; get real comfy on papa j’s lap,” his hands place themselves around your hips as you sit yourself on jj, rolling your eyes as he asks, “so how’s life treatin’ you? ‘m imaginin’ damn good since your sittin’ on the lap of the fittest person y’know—” you cut him off, trying to situate yourself while the girls giggle manically: “don’t say a thing of i swear i’m going to throw the rest of your beer into the marsh.”
“you wouldn’t dare t’do that, prettygirl,” he says almost matter of factly, wrapping his muscular arms around your waist, pulling your back flush against his chest and your ass against his crotch. you try to resist — well, not really — feeling a warmth creep up your neck; that’s just the beer, right? “why would i not?”
“ ‘cuz i’m the person y’think ’s the hottest, remember? ‘n’ you chose to place your pretty lil’ ass on me. y’smell awesome, by the way; am i gettin’ hints of coconut?” the blonde boy hums, nestling his face into the crook of your neck; the strands of his hair brush against your skin, at the same time that his nose skims across the shell of your ear. his sunglasses are long forgotten. oh, and you’ll never guess what his hands are doing.
“my shampoo— jj!” you whine, driving your own hand down to latch onto his wrist: a feeble attempt to stop the pads of his fingers, and the callouses over his palm from pressing into your tits and thighs. obviously, because we're talking about jj here, he slips past your grip, squeezing at you and your body like he's in his own personal heaven.
“what? jus’ appreciatin’ your beauty mama, can’t blame me,” he hums, palming softly at the thin fabric of your bikini though the lapping of the hot tub's water. it feels excruciatingly good, having him pressing at your flesh, and you try everything to stop yourself from puddling, even a quietly yelped: “jj maybank!”
“no wayyy! dude, y'just got full named!” john gasps dramatically, joining in on the girls' laughter. the blonde boy doesn't care — to be fair, when does he? not with how intoxicating you smell, how you're becoming putty, and how electric you feel under his touch.
the game does in fact last for longer then ten rounds. thing is, you don’t get off of one of your best friend’s lap, even after fifteen rounds. no one says anything — although sarah does keep shooting john b looks while you’re not looking — even after close to twenty rounds. they don’t point out how you’re starting to melt against the blonde who’s still palming not-so-silently at your skin under the water.
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your roommate never knew when to keep his hands off, even when you were asleep
cw: dubcon, somno, dark!jj
jj knew what he was doing was disgusting, he knew that it was pervy and creepy and gross and every name under the sun for just straight up wrong. it’s not that he didn’t feel bad but the pleasure and satisfaction he gained every night, jerking off into his hand with the image of you naked, with the pellets of water trickling down you wore greater than his conscious
when you’d moved in,a couple months ago, there was a silent reminder in his head to not scare you away or push any boundaries but he couldn’t help but have a slight inkling that you wanted him to prey, you wanted him to push and play to his limit. the way you would leave your panties laying out on the floor, it was like you wanted him to pick them up and fist them around his dick, inevitably cumming into them
or how you’d shower with the door open just enough so he could see the outline of your tits through the foggy shower door. he knew he sounded like a perv when ranting on about it to the brunette boy, hands flailing about, mumbling about how ‘she’s gotta be doing it on purpose…i mean - wh-why else” earning a questionable stare from john b who scoffs out about him being a full on classic creep
it was so so conflicting, he knew he shouldn’t - you were probably just being naive, your usual sweet mindset blurring the sultryness within your actions but he couldn’t help but use your actions as justification for what he was doing. you would’ve said something by now id it bothered you, right?
but it wasn’t always weird,there were quiet domestic moments aswell, like tonight.
the loud rumble of thunder was enough to make you squeal eliciting a soft laugh from the blonde in front of you, who continued to stuff food in his mouth “jayyy” the slight tease in your whine was impossible to miss as the word left your mouth “lets sleep together tonight” you ask, eyes opened wide and focused on him, leaving him to struggle to understand the meaning behind the question
“what” the blonde in front deadpans, ears in disbelief of what he’s hearing - mind already rushing to the stickiest of ickys
“just hate storms and m’gonna not be able to sleep” you respond and as the words fall from your mouth, his figure visibly relaxes as soon as he hears the nonchalance in your voice in your words - god he has to get his head out of the gutter!
“right-right…uhh yeah- i mean i don’t mind” he rambles, struggling to hide the rising pink in his cheek aswell as the rising boner in his pants. it was going to be so so so hard to behave well when you’d be right next to him, your pretty pussy just a couple inches away, how was he supposed to resist himself
“thanks jay’ make sure not to kick” you giggle before pressing a light kiss to the side of his cheek, continuing to walk off towards the bathroom. he couldn’t describe the feeling in his stomach as he watched you, excitement? guilt? shame? whatever it was, it had to be pushed down until the late night dawned upon the both of you - when he’ll find out how bad he can really be
the sight of you softly snoring in his bed, arms tucked beneath your head as you curled away from the wall, would have been cute if it wasn’t for the raging boner that poked through his boxers. you’d hit the sack quite early leaving jj and his twisted mind alone, jerking off in the shower of all the lewd fantasies stored in his head.
he wouldn’t. he couldn’t. that’s what the blonde repeated in his head as he rest beside you, keeping some distance between the two of you, trying to close his eyes and sleep - hoping his mind could clear before the morning. his large figure slowly relaxed, slowly drifting to sleep. and that’s when he felt it your leg carelessly shifting underneath the covers, grazing against his dick, making it jump.
he was convinced. you were doing it on purpose, you had to be. but when he saw your limp body, pressed against the bed, dead to the world around you, he couldn’t help but groan. what if you were truly so naive that all your actions were done out of pure thoughtlessness, he’d be disgusting- you’d probably never want to speak to him again
but it was getting impossibly hard to ignore your foot dancing around his already hard cock leading a soft groan from him. the call of your name from him falls on deaf ears as you continue to sleep, not aware of the turmoil you’re causing him. ‘god m’going to hell” he whispers to himself as he shifts closer, forehead hovering over yours
he wished he could blame it on something like he’d drunk to much or that he was high out of his mind, but he wasn’t - the only drug that consumed him was the presence of you, clouding his every thought and action. the long strand of blonde that kissed his forehead now grazed against yours as his fingers traced down the length of your body, dipping between your legs, rubbing against your clothed mound.
the heat between your legs was enough to warm him on the unseasonably cold night, thumb stroking against your clit causing you to shift. he panicked for a second, taking your stirring as a sign of you waking up but he was wrong. you were moving because you liked it - he watched as your mouth parted softly, a soft whimper filling the air as you continued to squirm beneath him
it didn’t take long before he slipped your panties off, throwing them to some corner of the room - careful not to wake you. he watched as you writhed at the feel of the cool air breezing against your bare pussy, fingers having a mind of their own as they pushed into you. god you were so tight, he could feel the ache in his pants as he continued to thrust his finger into you. he couldn’t help but watch your eyebrows raise, mouth opening to let out an inaudible moan “m’sorry so so sorry” he heaved out, before adding another finger, watching you hiss at the intrusion.
you were making a mess on his hand and between your legs with each thrust of his and all he could think was how good you were taking it, wondering what noises you’d be making if you were awake - would you grab at his wrist and make him slow down if he went too fast? would you reach down and rub your aching clit?would you whine at him to stop?
he felt a sudden urge, he wanted to kiss you. he wanted to feel your lips against his as he curled his fingers that were wedged deep inside you. he moved even closer, dipping his head down, pressing a sloppy kiss against your lips as he thrust his fingers harshly in you making you all putty in his arms
it was rough the way he pulled out, fingers resting against your thighs but he was desperate, his cock had been painfully poking against the fabric of his shorts waiting for some sort of stimulation. it was bad, it was so so bad but what was worse was that he stopped caring,it was a need to feel your gummy walls sucking you in, to watch your face contort into a mixture of pain and pleasure as he slams into you
you’d understand right? i mean you had to with the way you’d tortured him for so long, how you’d walk around wearing next to nothing or how you’d rub up against him. he remembers wanting nothing more than to bend you over the nearest surface and dick you down like the good little whore you were but how could he, you weren’t a whore - far from it actually, you were his sweet little angel that he wanted to corrupt, the little lamb that the big bad wolf wanted to bite into
he spent every minute trying to savour this moment, slowly pulling of his boxers throwing them next to your panties - making a mental note to take them later. he wished he could’ve been gentle and soft and sweet but he didn’t have it in him that night, he wanted you to feel the ache he’s been feeling.
the whine that left your mouth was loud as the blonde slammed into you, stilling with his movement - soaking in the feel of your velvety walls wrapped around him that left him wanting to paint your insides with his cum.shocked at your still state, deep sleeper he thought- who knows maybe he can have more fun
for a minute he stayed stilled feeling every pulse or clench of your little pussy, he was disgusting! but he didn’t care, what he cared about was how your face would look like when you cum? how you’d look like when you wake and see the pool of white between your legs? that was enough for him to begin drilling his cock into you, the once silent room being filled with his low groans and the sound of skin slapping
“so good f’me… huh?” he breathed out “wanna cum so-fuck so-deep inside you….fill you with all my babies” his pace didn’t falter as you’d tossed against him, body shocked by the harsh and sudden intrusion. his right hand travelled down from the side of your hips to your bright red clit, pinching it softly causing your brows to furrow
“sorry baby…. just needed to do that” he laughed out, head falling down to the dip in your neck, breathing against the skin “fuck-” the blonde could feel his high coming close, he fastens his face getting ready to empty himself inside of you “fuck fuck fuck m’coming” the blonde curses, eyes screwed tightly as he spurts out a fat load inside you, moaning with every slight movement. he watched as you spasmed around him, your own high being provoked by his - he couldn’t miss the way your back slightly arched, he’d bet you were in heaven right now - well atleast he was
following a few sloppy thrusts, he flops against your sleeping body, looking up to see your face, god you looked so innocent! you hadn’t even known the way he’d violated you yet and something in him ached for you to find out, for you to wake up to the feel of his morning wood, throbbing inside of you and feel the sticky pool of cum that formed beneath you. and he couldn’t help but thrust deeper inside of you, chin resting against your head - slowly feeling his eyes close, he’ll deal with the aftermath in the morning but for now he wanted to sleep wedged inside you, sweaty bodies pressed together
jj knew what he was doing was sleazy and perverted, he knew it was wrong. he just couldn’t find himself in it to care anymore. it was a need, an insatiable need to have you in all the ways he imagined when twitter lacked. soon though, imagination wasn’t enough, and he had to resort to bringing up your instagram on his phone, instantly scrolling down to find any revealing pictures of in a bikini. at first he felt dirty, but each night he repeated the act until simple beach day dumps weren’t doing it for him anymore. any chance he could get, jj had his phone on you, capturing innocent moments that he would later reframe in his head to fit the perverse sexual fantasies he’s come up with. all this under the pretence of ‘capturing the moment’ or ‘appreciating whatever life gives us’, which left the rest of the pogues scoffing at the hidden message that you couldn’t seem to get. soon his camera roll was filled with pictures and videos of you that seemed innocent, but with a closer look anyone (but you perhaps) could tell what was really going on in his mind. a photo of you enjoying an ice cream in the hot sun, vanilla dripping down your fingers. another of you looking up at him from the couch with you’re pretty doe-like eyes, mouth slightly open in shock at having your photo taken unexpectedly. there were enough photos of you in your bathing suit for jj to have an entire album dedicated to them, your naïveté at the situation always turning him on a little more. surely you knew by now, there was no way he could be coincidental catching you in sexual moments so often. like when jj off-handedly mentioned he liked girls in pink, the next day you showed up subtly adorned with the colour that had the blonde swooning, or the fact that you keep ‘forgetting’ to lock the bathroom door. he was tempted to push it further, see just how far he could push it before you caught on, but he was always faced with slight resistance, a moral battle as he went over the boundaries of a best friend. the moment jj knew he’d crossed that line was during a normal boat trip through the marsh when he spotted pink lace poking out of your tote bag. the obvious delicacy of the material had him snatching and stashing them in his pocket when no one was looking. knowing that later he’d have your panties fisted in his right hand as he looked through the latest additions to his album.
you would be lying if you said you didn’t have a small crush on him but how could you not- he was perfect!
the countless moans and complaints from your friends about rooming with a guy had put you off completely: ‘they treat you like a servant’ or ‘they never clean up’
shortly after hearing this, it didn’t take much convincing to ask for a change in roommate but one toothy smile from the familiar tall, troublemaker blonde had you falling head over heels
shockingly for you and everyone who knew the infamous jj maybank, full of trouble and recklessness, he was a great roommate- the dishes were always done; bed made not only for him but you as well ; whenever your classes ran late, you’d open the door to an aroma of your favourite food made by the one and only; and any sort of maintenance issues were fixed by him
adding on to it all, it didn’t help he was quite easy on the eyes but the cherry on the cake of it all is that he was sweet!
any hard day was cured once you were laying in his lap as he ruffled through the tops of your head, detangling any knots in the process
“s’kay gorgeous, he’s just got a stick up his ass..‘kay and trust me as the years go by it just gets wedged up further”
“jay stop.. you can’t say that” you giggle out in response as you shuffle closer into his torso, which ran warm as usual, closing your eyes to succumb to sleep
he was as close to perfect a roommate can get but there was just one slight problem
“are you sure you haven’t seen it?” you ask despite knowing the answer to your question deep down in your heart
“yessss!” he groans out loudly, the blonde stood, back facing flat against your room door watching as you hurriedly rummage through your cluttered bedroom “i’on know why you’ve got your panties in a twist about one bra”
“because jayj it’s my favourite one and i need it to wear on dates” you whine out, stomping your feet on the ground
“i’d rather see my girls bare” he whispers smugly in your ear before wandering off into his own space causing you to stand there lost and dumbfounded
and as the wind crashes against the windows, in the dead of the night you can make out a faint whimpering of the now dishevelled blonde, hair sweatily stuck against his forehead, as he works his length into the cups of your bra, moving them around the length of his dick
just a slight problem you say to yourself as the wet pool forms in your panties
