author's note: JJ once again tries to convince y/n to marry him, this time with a bit more sexual coercion to it (continuation of this fic)
word count: 756
warnings: smut, fingering, p in v (unprotected), missionary to mating press, making out, coercion (not for sex), a (heard) confession
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The sound of water rushing wakes him and when he rolls over the bed is empty by his side. JJ groans, pressing his face into his pillow and pretending to be asleep. Soft soles come padding over to him moments later and the mattress dips by his side. "I can't accept—" He stops her with a kiss, mixing early morning breath and mint. Y/n pushes against his chest, fighting for air to breathe. She's caged in between the mattress and his heavy body lying half on top of her while his hand runs down the length of her, pushing the towel to the side to squeeze her tit just to slither between her legs. Y/n moans into his mouth when his fingers force themselves inside her. She bites his tongue, and he finally stops kissing her for a moment, long enough for her to take a breath of fresh JJ-scented air. "Need to talk," she struggles to bring out the words and he smiles. "About?" "Ring." JJ is amused by her and the way she chooses to play his games. "All right, let's talk about it," he smirks and pulls his fingers from her cunt. "No, please," y/n whimpers, reaching out for his hand to return to her. "Your choice, but we're still talking, princess." JJ pretends to be indifferent about it all while everything goes exactly like he planned. He adds a third finger and her back arches up at the added width. JJ moves his digits slow and steady, making sure she won't come before he wants her to. "Why?" she breathes shakily, peering up at him through glossy eyes. "I'm gonna marry you, love. It's very simple. Don't you wanna marry me?" he gives her a soft pout while simultaneously drumming against her g-spot. "I- No," she cries and he stops torturing her. "No?" "Yes," she hushes forcing a nod. "You have to be a little clearer there, baby. No, you don't wanna marry me or yes, you do. Which is it?" JJ is playing with a few strands of her hair that so beautifully frame her face, lying in his pillows. "Can't focus," she takes her hand up and holds onto his cheek. "It's okay. Just one more question, all right." He's gentle, kissing the palm of her hand while pulling his from her cunt. JJ leans over her, positioning himself right where she needs him. His blue eyes stare into her brown ones and for a moment he thinks that this isn't how it should go, but he throws the idea away. Sliding into her wet cunt feels almost like coming home. It's familiar and yet exciting. Her whole body trembles under him, overwhelmed by the feeling of fullness once more. She once told him that this moment is the only time she feels whole and complete, and he likes that idea. He loves it actually, to be the only one who can make her truly happy like that. His hips snap into her while his head resides in the curve of her neck. Lips giving way to whispers he never dreamed of sharing. "I need you, y/n. Don't leave me," he's almost begging when he feels her nails dig into his back and gets brought back to reality. JJ lifts his head to look at her, eyes squeezed shut and her teeth gnawing at her lip. "I wanna marry you, y/n, please say yes," he whispers against her lips, and she kisses him, slow and tender like his thrusts have been. JJ pulls away, laying his forehead to hers for a second and smiling, "you wanted this." He picks up his pace, it's almost brutal how hard and fast he fucks her, pulling her legs up until she's in a mating press, and he can do all he wants. He knows she's close when the tears start streaming, so he asks again, "you gonna marry me?" And then her eyes roll back, and she comes while screaming "yes, God, yes," over and over again. JJ pushes in so deep his head goes blank from the pressure when he comes. Letting go of her legs and falling flat onto her, his head in her neck, panting. "Fucking love you, baby." He's breathless and happy, not noticing how the girl starts to freeze up under him. It takes a while for him to get up and leave for the bathroom, but when he comes back, y/n is gone and the ring is lying on his nightstand.
author's note: just another "boring" day in highschool and another opportunity for JJ to "annoy" y/n
word count: 2k
warnings: light fighting, smut, side shots, licking, dacryphilia undertones, table sex, coercion ig, soft-ish JJ, power play, cockwarming
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JJ is sitting leaned back in his chair in the back row, his hands at the back of his head, nonchalantly humming a tune that does nothing but annoy the girl in front of him. "For the next assignment you'll pair up in two's. One girl and one boy," the teacher speaks up, and it brings a smile to JJ's face. "Stop grinning like a jerk," y/n says from in front of him, but her head remains to be turned out front. JJ moves forward a bit, quietly, as much as that is possible, pushing his table up until he can reach for y/n's hair. His fingers wrap around a curly strand to slowly pull her head back until she has no choice but to look at him leaning up in his seat. "Wouldn't you like a little biology experiment with me?" "Mr. Groff, unless you want to go talk to the principal, I'd advise you to stop and move your chair back to where it belongs," the teacher bellows and JJ does as she says, just for y/n to turn around and flip him off. "Ma'am, can we request a partner for this project or are you assigning them?" someone from the front row asks, and the teacher turns to smile. "You'll be assigned by the end of class."
At lunch, he finds himself staring at the back of y/n's head. He got used to it in every class they attend together. He doesn't even hear the snide remarks his so-called friends throw around after he'd told them about the class project. "I bet she's still a virgin. All tight and ready to be broken in," Tyler laughs at JJ's side after having followed his eye line. "Go fuck yourself," JJ grunts before getting up, and leaving his food behind.
It takes him ten seconds to pass through the hall and sit down beside y/n, who exhales loudly as soon as she notices him. "What do you want?" "We have a biology project to go over. Your place or mine?" JJ asks, with a knowing and flirty smile on his lips. Neither of them are acknowledging the people at the table, that sit in silent wonder over what is happening in front of their eyes. To them, it's the school's biggest rivals having a simple chat about school, unsure if certain innuendos are as they seem. But to JJ and y/n this is just another excuse for him to get his way, and y/n not wanting to comply. Yet neither of them want to give up their stance. It's a battle that JJ is sure to win. "My place. My parents are home," y/n smiles sweetly, but JJ nods. He leans closer, brushing her hair to the side and whispering in her ear, "you know I don't care who hears." And then he's gone, not wanting to give anyone the satisfaction of thinking he cares enough to enjoy the reaction he has on her.
The mansion of the y/l/n's lies quietly on the coast of Figure Eight, high up on the north end looking out onto the Atlantic Ocean. It's a pristine building, with columns and a big fountain in the driveway. Three stories, big windows on the east side of the building and an even bigger gate that stops anyone who isn't allowed, from entering. JJ hits the buzzer and the gate slides open just wide enough to let him through before it starts closing again.
Y/n is leaning against the front door, her arms crossed in front of her chest. "You're late." Her unwavering gaze is fixed on him, only faltering for a second when he's close enough to kiss her cheek. "Sorry, princess, you know how my dad is." "Which one?" JJ grits his teeth and walks inside, following y/n through the big entrance towards the stairs and up until they reach her bedroom.
The evening sun is painting the creme colored room in a pretty gold when they step in. The Queen sized bed is made, and it's canopy is beautiful tied together at the posts, with fresh forget-me-nots adorning the bows. JJ sits down on her desk chair, eyes trailing over the half done assignment they have to finish together. "I started without you." Y/n steps up to him and starts explaining all she's done already, but JJ is too focused on how her chest seems to fall out of her shirt, barely held back by the excuse of a bra she is wearing. "Did you listen?" She pulls his head up to meet her eyes. "Yeah, difference between—" "Why am I even trying," she scoffs, shaking her head and walking around the room with her hand pressed to her forehead. "Can you at least pretend to care? I'm already fucked because I got stuck with you of all people." Her words hit somewhere more personal and his jaw tightens, as she continues. "You literally never do any assignments, I don't even know how you managed to pass any grade." JJ jumps up, and before the last syllable left her lips he has already wrapped his hand around her throat. "Shut up!" he growls, pulling her closer, chest to chest. "Just 'cause I don't wanna do all that dumb shit doesn't mean I'm stupid. Don't forget yourself," JJ threatens and throws her on her bed. He pulls her slip off without a struggle from y/n, she simply lets him. Lying there, legs spread and tears staining her cheeks. "Take off your shirt," JJ requests, and she sits up to do it. "Take the skirt off too," he says after having studied her face for a moment.
Once they are both naked and lying on the bed, JJ does something he hasn't done in forever. He pulls y/n into his arms and soothes her, rubbing a hand over her back and licking her tears away. "Why are you crying?" he whispers as if he didn't know. "I thought—" she hiccups, "—I thought you were going to— you know." Tears brim in her eyes once more when he softly presses his lips against hers in a single firm kiss. "Now you've insulted me twice, princess." JJ smiles, pulling her leg over his hip. "I'm sorry for not listening to you, but you look so," his eyes dart down to her tits and back up into her eyes, "delicious, today." "I'm sorry for saying it," she apologizes and he smiles. "I know. And I think it's pretty smart to turn it around and look at all the similarities instead," he smirks, shifting his hips just slightly. Y/n squirms when the tip of his cock presses against her clit. "Very sensitive. So many nerve endings," he hushes, repeating almost exactly what she has written down for the assignment. "I still think I like the differences more," he whispered with a smile. There's a bit of resistance when he starts sliding into her, but with a few shallow thrusts she gives way, and he bottoms out with a deep groan escaping him. Y/n's head is pressed into the crook of his neck, panting. "Shhh," JJ brushes over her cheek, "it's okay, baby. You're doing real good for me." He feels her clench before she pulls her head up to look at him. "What did you say?" But JJ doesn't reply, instead he kisses her harshly and starts fucking her like there's no tomorrow. He can feel her getting closer, holding her firm to his chest while his hips snap into her and his pelvis rubs against her. "You're taking me so well, princess," JJ pants and the girl looses herself in it, his praising words. Half screaming, half moaning, she claws into his biceps as he continues to torture her. "Just a few more," JJ brushes a few sweat soaked curls from her face.
Y/n has no recollection of how many times JJ has made her come or how many times he did, filling her up and continuing as if it didn't happen. But she started feeling sore after a while and her tears were a mix of pleasure and exhaustion. "Please, no more," she begs as her tears run and JJ— he licks a strip up her neck towards her eye and kisses her eyelid. "Almost over, baby. You're being so good to me. I could die in this pussy, baby," he rasps so low, she's unsure if it's real or all just in her head. "Give me one more. Be a good girl and come for me, y/n." And she does, losing herself in his sloppy thrusts and his dirty words. JJ swallows their moans and grunts in a kiss, open-mouthed and messy as he dominates her so easily.
She can barely stand when he takes her to the shower; holding her up with his arm wrapped around her middle, her back pressed to his chest. "Why did you say all that?" she asks, lips quivering from the spray of the cool water. "Say what?" JJ plays dumb, letting the water run over his back. "What you told me. Why did you?" She turns around, but her legs give in once more and JJ has to hold her again. "Just trying to see if my theory was correct," he shrugs and her brows furrow. "What theory?" "You like losing control in controlled environments," he says and leans over to grab her body gel, lathering it up in his hands and soaping up her boobs. "That's not true," she shakes her head, and JJ laughs. "Sure you don't."
"We still have to finish the assignment," y/n notes while pulling her skirt up. Her wet hair is in a knot at the back of her head and her fresh shirt is cropped so high JJ can see the underside of her boobs without any struggle. "You don't believe me," he shakes his head, wet strands swaying, before he goes to sit down on her chair. He opens his pants and pulls his cock out, hard and angry looking. "Come sit," JJ looks at y/n, and she hesitates, her eyes are fixed on his erection and her teeth sink into her bottom lip. "We just had sex. I think I'm good." "I wasn't asking, princess," JJ barks, and she shuffles towards him, sitting down to face him, his cock standing between them. "You know that's not what I meant," he admonishes softly. Y/n places her hands on JJ's shoulders and lifts herself up, just to slowly sink down on his cock. He's impossibly deep like this and her eyes flutter shut. She rocks her hips out of pure habit from all the many times she rode her pillow, imagining it was JJ. But her movements come to an abrupt halt when JJ's hands clamp down on her hips. "Don't move, just sit," he orders and she nods. "If you're good, I'll eat you out later, as a thank you." She swallows hard, "okay." JJ smiles and begins talking about school, he tells her about all the nasty things his so-called friends said about her, or how he believes their biology teacher just needs "a good fuck" to be in a better mood and by the time he hears her parents' car drive up, she's started crying again. "It's too much, please," she begs and JJ holds her close. Standing up he puts her down on the edge of her desk, fucking her hard and fast and pressing his hand to her mouth just in time before she could scream her lungs out. He finishes with a smirk, setting her down on her feet and pulling her skirt back down before quickly making himself decent too. He turns her around and goes to stand behind her, both of them facing the door as he whispers, "three, two, one…" just as the door swings open and her parents step in to check on what their daughter had been doing all day while they were gone.
author's note: let's talk about that time reader realized how she felt about JJ but he doesn't know/care at that point
word count: 334
warnings: reader pov
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"Can't. I'm busy." How can three words hurt so much? You've been wondering that for the entire time since you asked him if you could come over. And the pain that comes with his lie makes your heart burst into a million facets of itself. How foolish of you to fall for Jackson Groff. How childish to believe that he cares for you because you have been friends for so long. How naive to think he might feel the same, that he might change for your sake. The worst part is checking your socials just to find him in the background of a story by a friend of a friend of yours, with his tongue down the throat of a girl you have never seen before. The lies are the nail in your coffin. The decision is made. You will not indulge him any more. Even if he comes crawling, you'll stay strong, and you won't cave in. No matter what.
But then he's there, waiting next to your locker, looking just as annoyed as ever. "What did you want?" he asks, brushing your hair over your shoulders, eying your neck for a moment before sighing contently. "Nothing," you lie, and he doesn't care to call you out on it. Maybe you also prefer it that way. High School isn't the best place to air out your problems, especially because you know he'll call it all one-sided bullshit. You're one step ahead as always, so you won't let him know. Ever. You get to have him just a bit — enough to saturate that craving, to smother the glimpse of a possible reality together. And JJ gets to fuck and talk about himself without being judged. "Okay if I come over later?" he asks, and you nod, gnawing at your bottom lip until you taste blood. "Don't do that, you're ruining the pretty picture," he admonishes before walking off, not noticing the well of tears that you swallow for the sake of your own sanity.
author's note: A failed attempt of y/n trying to understand how and why JJ has the need to use others, leads to a steamy night with almost revelation
word count: 1.9k
warnings: usage/mention of alcohol, making out, JJ being an ass (obvs), talk about cheating, smut, oral (f and m receiving), p in v (unprotected), creampie, biting, light dacryphilia, overstimulation, a (lost) confession, y/n going into subspace by accident, side shots
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JJ is lounging on the sofa, a beer in his hand and his friends sitting around him talking about god knows what. His eyes scan the living room for nothing in particular, maybe for a new victim or maybe for an old one, he doesn't quite bother. He watches his friend, Kyle, jump up and dance up to one of the many girls just for her to shove him off and for once, he takes his losses. Plodding back towards the sofa and falling down next to JJ, he sighs, "I don't know how you do it, bro. This shit never works for me." "That's cause you give them a chance to say no," JJ mumbles, his eyes now fixed on a particular head of curly hair. He whistles once, and she stops dancing to turn around and stare at him with a mean glare. "Do I look like a dog to you?" y/n sneers while walking over to him. "Wouldn't dream of it," JJ smirks and pulls her onto his lap, forcing Kyle to make space for her. "What do you want, JJ?" she seems annoyed, so he kisses her to soothe her mind. But one kiss turns into two, and before he knows it she's straddling him, and they're making out like teenagers. "Just— wanted— God, woman," JJ breaks out in between kisses until he manages to pry her off him and hold her at an arm's length. "Do you know how many hey, girly's I get each fucking week?" y/n complains and JJ shrugs. "Don't know. Just wanted to make sure no one would start fucking with you." "It's a lot." "So?" he cocks a brow, and she rolls her hips into him. "I could fuck you right here, right now, and they'd still think you'll leave me after cheating—" she draws quotation marks in the air, "—on me with them." "How stupid of them," he chuckles and gazes into her eyes, the pretty brown that he loves to see roll back over and over again. "Do you wanna go upstairs?" "I wanna dance," y/n whispers, but she knows it's no use, unless— "Why don't you look at me like you look at them?" "Like what?" JJ feigns confusion. "When you try to get them in your bed," she says with a nod to the side. "I don't try." "Fine. Do. Why do you never look at me like that?" she asks, and he brushes a curl from her face and tucks it behind her ear. "Do you want me to show you?" She nods, and he lets her get up so she can go back to dancing.
He empties his beer, but before he can get up a hand is on his shoulder holding him back. Rafe leans in from the back and whispers in his ear, "you looked like a simp just now, bro." "Grow up," JJ grunts, slapping his friend's hand away and getting up to meet y/n. She's swaying her hips until his hands come down on her. For a short second she pauses, turns her head back and smiles. "Hey." "Hi, there, pretty," JJ smiles, baring teeth and no spark in his eyes. She wanted to see the hunt, it's not his fault. "You wanna keep dancing?" he smirks, and she turns back around, going back to moving her body like nothing happened. JJ pulls her closer, making her grind her ass against his erection. "You're really something. Wanna get me off right here?" he teases and she turns once more. "What are you doing?" she's sincere, but she doesn't tell him to stop either. "Oh, come on, don't be like that, sweets," JJ pulls her closer, forcing her hand on his bulging crotch. "This is all you, darlin'. You wanna take care of it? I'd pay you back real nice." He's charming, and she knows already that a simple no won't do, so she nods, and he wraps a hand around her wrist and pulls her upstairs. Yet the room he takes her to is not his own, but one of his frat brothers. "What are we doing here?" she asks and JJ lets the mask slip for a moment. "You really think I'd fuck them in my own bed?" Y/n shakes her head, more confused than assured about his behavior. "Get on the bed," he barks, and she jumps a bit, it's been a while that he's been this harsh with her. She does as he says, lying down on her stomach so he can unzip her dress and pull it off. He pulls her hips up and has her arch her back impossibly high. "God, you're beautiful," JJ sighs at the sight of her, forgetting all about the game he was supposed to be playing. "Do you always tell them that?" she asks, and he steps away, running a hand over his face. "Definitely not. Get up," he orders and she does as she's said. "You know why I don't look at you like that, ever?" She shakes her head and he laughs. "Fuck. All right. Because I respect you, okay? You can call me all kinds of shit now, baby, but that's the truth." "That makes no sense," she shakes her head and pulls her dress back up. "Yeah, well, it is the god-damn truth." JJ holds his hand out, and she takes it without hesitation.
His room is cozy and familiar, it smells like JJ and a bit like the candle she bought him to overpower the scent of sex that is always lingering in his four walls. He locks the door behind them and watches her sit down on his bed, brushing her hand over the freshly washed comforter. "Am I really the only one?" she asks without meeting his eyes. "Yeah. Just you and me," JJ nods and she smiles. "I don't like that look anyway. I don't know why I asked you to do it," she shrugs before finally looking up at him. "What else is only for me?" "Want me to show you?"
JJ steps closer, holding her face in one hand and pulling her lip down with his thumb. He's tentative and slow, almost sensual. Leaning down, he envelops her lips in a kiss that robs them both of their breath and senses. Then, slowly, without breaking the kiss, he unzips her dress once more and helps her take it off. Wrapping one arm around her middle to lift her up on her feet, so the fabric can fall to the floor. "You're real smooth, tonight," y/n giggles as JJ goes down on his knees before her. Pulling each leg out of the bunched up mess and placing it back on the floor as soon as the dress is disregarded to someplace else. She watches him intently as he kisses himself up the length of her leg, pulling down the stockings with his teeth while his hands are taking off her heels. One after the other. And by the time he is done, the girl is already overwhelmed by all he has done so far. "You're all mine," JJ growls, pushing her legs apart and standing up in between them. He pulls his shirt over his head and lets her kiss his stomach while her fingers fumble with the buttons of his jeans. He shoves his pant down as soon as she's done, just for her lips to attach to his clothed cock, kissing and suckling on the fabric as if she needs it. "Yours," she whispers against him, her nails scratching at his hips while prying the skin tight fabric off him. JJ is almost sad that he hadn't put up his camera to memorize this night. To forever hold onto that innocent, doe eyed look she's giving him while sucking on the tip of his cock like an infant on a pacifier. "You really are gonna be the death of me, baby," JJ chuckles, and she nods slightly, her eyes wide and never leaving his as she slides his cock deeper into her throat. The sound of it is pornographic. Squelching and wet and with a light gag, the one that makes his balls tighten just a bit. He watches her, feels her tongue play with his tip just seconds before he hits the back of her throat, and it's like heaven and hell combined.
Once he finishes, he turns ravenous. Teeth clashing with every kiss and his hands all over her body, moving her just right where he wants her. He almost rips the bra off her chest before her soft plea reminds him of the clasp on the back. He's like a hound, tasting and breathing her skin wherever he can reach while her fingers remain tethered to his head, entangled in his hair. He's once again on the hunt but this time his prey is already caught and ready for slaughter. JJ relishes in how her back arches up when his tongue flicks over her clit. He bathes in the sounds she makes when he bites the soft flesh of her thigh or belly. He is ready to devour her over and over again when she moans his name and begs him to make her come. His fingers dig into her thighs and hips, holding her down and in place while his face is drowning between her legs. His tongue threatens to go numb and his lips are almost as swollen as hers when she finishes another time. Her voice is hoarse and fluttery, exhausted but happy. "Please, no more," y/n begs and JJ almost agrees. The stain on his comforter is a mix of them both, and he doesn't care about any of it. "Haven't showed you all yet, love," he pants, crawling up to her, brushing over her cheek before kissing her sweetly.
JJ pulls her close, hugging her leg over his waist. Her eyes roll back at the intrusion and even JJ himself cannot help the moan that rumbles out of his chest. "This is where I belong," he sighs, his forehead falling to hers. The closeness is unbearable. It's scorching and heavy and— "I love you," JJ whispers, but he gets no reaction. Y/n is limp in his arms, tears streaming from her eyes at the constant push and pull inside of her. "Hey, shh," JJ brushes the sweaty curls from her cheek and kisses the tears away. "It's okay, baby. I'm here." Her eyes start to flutter, and he licks another tear away. "You good?" he asks and she nods slowly. "It's too much." Her lips tremble, but he won't falter. His hips keep snapping into her at the same unrelenting pace. "Just a bit more, love, almost there," he assures her and she nods. He pulls his hand down in between them, his fingertips softly gracing her swollen clit until she bites her lip and her walls clamp down around him. There's barely any space left for him, but he tries anyway. Forcing her body to comply until he's met his climax and fills her up.
When he pulls out she's already asleep, leaving him to admire the mess he left between her legs all by himself. He watches her cunt clench around nothing, pushing his cum out and letting it drip down onto the comforter. JJ takes a few more minutes to admire her like that before he gets up to wash himself and clean her off in her sleep. But before he goes to lie down by her side, he takes the ring out of the box and slides it onto her finger. Maybe she'll say yes tomorrow…
author's note: exploration of how JJ and y/n experienced their first time
word count: 1.5k
warnings: smut (exploration of relationship dynamic, not for enjoyment), minors having sex!!!, p in v (protected), fingering, making out, coercion!
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"Truth or Dare, y/n," JJ says after the neck of the bottle landed on the girl and she sighs. "Dare." Her voice is shaky, and she keeps picking at her nails while her hands lie in her lap as they all sit on the floor. "All right, I gotta ask you in secret, though," he smirks and stands up, taking the few steps over to her and kicking the bottle to the side as he goes. He holds his hand out and looks down at her. Hesitantly she wraps her fingers around his and lets him pull her up. With their hands intertwined they walk up the stairs and leave the kids party behind, until they reach her room and JJ ushers her inside and closes the door behind her. "What's the dare?" y/n asks, falling onto her bed and smiling. "It's stupid. You won't do it anyway," JJ brushes it off, and she jumps up, kneeling on the comforter and staring at the boy. "I'll do it. Okay. Just tell me." He steps closer, his eyes skimming over her face and down her body before they get fixed on her lips.
They have kissed before, a few times, but this time it's different. This time JJ wants to act like a man. He forces his tongue into y/n's mouth and, out of reflex, she bites him. "Why did you do that?" she yelps, crawling backwards to put some space between them both. "You bit me!" JJ is hurt, more so in his pride than his body. "You fucking bit me," he laughs, walking around the bed and sitting down next to her. "I'm sorry. You surprised me," she apologizes softly, kissing his cheek. "I really didn't expect that. We've never done that before." "I wanted to try something more mature," he shrugs and y/n leans closer. "I like the way we kiss. Why do we have to do it differently? Unless—" she grasps his face and forces him to look at her. "Was that the dare?" JJ shakes his head. "No, but we can just forget about that one," he lies slyly. "I owe you a dare though. You know I don't like owing you stuff," she pouts.
"I dare you to take off your clothes," JJ whispers and y/n giggles. "That's stupid." But she gets up and does it anyway, no foul mind in play. And when she stands there in her strawberry shortcake slip and bra, JJ feels his heart beat a little bit faster. He taps the mattress to his left, and she jumps back in. "Ask me," he hushes, and he can almost see how flustered the girl by his side is. "Truth or Dare, JJ," y/n whispers. "Dare." "Clothes," she nods sheepishly and he gets up. Pulling the shirt over his head to reveal his slim and lanky body, before dropping his shorts on the floor and sitting back down by her side. "Spider-Man? I thought you only fuck with Batman?" she giggled while looking at his boxer briefs. "These are my lucky boxers," JJ explains quickly. "Truth or Dare, y/n." "Truth," she nods once, the smile still prevalent on her face. "Do you wanna have sex with me?" JJ asks, and her smile drops instantly. She looks away, pulling her hands up and hiding her face behind them. "I don't know." Her reply is muffled, but he heard her well enough. "You know, we're just weeks away from High school, and you're 15 now and 15 year-olds have sex all the time. I just don't want us to fall behind because once we're Freshmen, everyone will be doing it." "Who told you that?" she asks, her hands slipping down her face and into her lap. "You know, my friend, Rafe." "The creepy guy who you shadowed on orientation day?" y/n looks flabbergasted and JJ really doesn't understand why. "He's not creepy, he's just older, more mature." "I don't know, JJ. I feel uncomfortable." Y/n slips to the side, her feet hit the floor for a second when— "Brittany said she would do it. Have sex with me." This lie is the most desperate one of all he had given her that day. Y/n flips around to glare at him. "Brittany Dorring? Fucking 'my daddy drives a Benz' Brittany?" She is outraged. "You know how much I hate her," she grits her teeth, pulls her pillow to her face and screams into it. Once she has recollected herself she gives JJ a smile, "how does this work?"
It's more analytical than clumsy when they pull up her laptop and JJ introduces his friend to porn. "That's how it works? Sounds painful," y/n notes quietly while JJ closes the laptop and puts it on the bedside table. "Yeah, but they are professionals, we're just starting. There's a learning curve, just like with surfing," he explains, and it all makes sense to her. "What do we do now?" she asks, and he gets up to get the single condom he had in his shorts. "Now we have sex."
Flat palms meet with y/n's small boobs, pressing against them before JJ nods. "Do you think they'll grow?" he asks, and she shrugs her shoulders. Although she's never been naked around anyone but her parents, she doesn't feel uncomfortable with JJ seeing her like that. He was her longest friend after all. "Do you think yours will too?" she asks, pointing at his penis. "You're probably right," he nods and they continue. They start making out again, kissing without tongue until she tells him she's okay, and then it takes a long time of more trial and error before they have found their rhythm. "That one was better than the others," she giggles after he had kissed her a last time. "All just practice," JJ smiled proudly. "Do you?" he asks slowly and she lies down. She pulls her slip off, her legs remaining closed. "What now?" she asks when JJ starts trailing a finger over her body; circling her boobs and drawing serpentines down her stomach before dipping his finger in between her thighs. She jolts up when she feels a tingle. "Was that okay?" he asks, and she nods yes after having thought about it for a second. JJ pulls her legs apart and kneels down between them. He remembers what he read online about all this. First he has to make the girl happy then he gets to have fun. Those are the rules. "What are you doing?" she sounds scared and worse so, she looks it when he finally pulls his eyes from her private parts. "It's gonna feel good, I promise," he says and a moment later he has his finger inside her and she gasps. JJ has no idea what he's doing but the feeling of her warm, wet and tight pussy around his digit is making him dizzy and hard. It takes a minute before he manages to think clearly again. He curls his finger and pulls, just like the website said, and as he does so y/n lets out a moan. "Do that again," she begs, so he does. They don't know how long it's been, but he learns that his fingers, both outside and inside of her, are capable of doing something he never dreamed of. When they are done, y/n is panting and her comforter has a wet spot on it. "Oh God. Did I pee?" she is frantic and scared when he goes to hug her. "I think that is called orgasm," he whispers to her and she hiccups. "What?" "It's like when I jerk off," he shrugs. "Girls can do that?" she hushes and he nods. "I read about it online. They said that I should do that to you first." "I never felt this before. I'm so hot and- Can you do it again?" she asks and JJ nods. By the time she's fully satisfied, he can't feel his hand anymore.
"Don't forget the condom," she reminds him before he leans down and tries to slide into her. Of course. The condom. Carefully he rips the packaging at the perforated line and takes the contraceptive out. He does it just like their teacher had showed them in class a few months earlier when they had separated boys and girls and JJ was still unsure why. "On," he said proudly before lying down on top of y/n and slowly guiding his erection into her. It's not a long endeavor. He manages three shaky thrusts before he finishes. Y/n strokes over his back, holding him tightly as he pants, his dick still inside her, growing softer. "I think, I like the other stuff more than this," she whispers and JJ takes it as his cue to get up. "I'll get better, I promise," he says, pulling the condom off and dropping it in her trashcan by the desk. "Do you plan to have sex with me again?" she asks, turning to lie on her stomach while watching him get dressed. "Of course. Can't leave you hanging," JJ grins and the he leaves, closing the door behind him and running out of the house, away from the birthday girl who had just gotten the best birthday gift in her life, at least in his opinion.
Sometimes, the times when y/n decides she's had enough, when she's gone and found someone else, someone who is to all extents the antithesis of himself, JJ thinks about her. He thinks about her mouth, soft and sweet and warm against his own. He thinks about her skin, a little bumpy at spots, smelling like she always has, sweet and cozy, like home in a way. He thinks about her eyes, how they tend to pin him in his place, unwavering and gentle. He thinks about her so much he fears it might be obsessive, so he goes and fucks someone else. Trying to wipe the slate clean, but her memory keeps sneaking up on him like a bad joke. And it sticks. She's always there, and he stopped trying to get rid of her at one point, keeping up the fight just as charades. A loosing game, really. He would talk about it, but he doesn't want anyone to know, he doubts anyone would understand anyway. He's appalled by his friends and how they talk about her just because she doesn't pay them no mind. He's uninterested in what his father would say, undoubtedly a business proposal in the waiting. He's unbothered by what Luke might say, maybe he'd be the only one to understand it, he's always been the only one who truly understood him, apart from y/n that is. Most of all, JJ is afraid of what his mother might say about his doings. Stringing the girl along without anyone knowing. Being ashamed what people might think if they were public about it all. Toying with her like she's his pet. JJ doesn't want his mother to see that side of him. So he keeps it hidden, wallowing in the fact that y/n has left him by himself once more and that she'll only come back if he either begs or forces her to. And his mind wanders back to her voice, when she's breathless or laughing or both. And the cycle continues.
