☆ thinking about . . . sitting on the front porch of the chateau with jj and the pogues. you rest against jj’s side, head comfortably snuggled against his chest. jj’s left arm is snaked around you, his thumb caressing your hip softly while he’s got a beer in his right hand, rambling about some random stories to the rest of the pogues. all that you need is right there with you, and you’ve never felt more content in your life.
I’ve only just come across the ASMR interview w Rudy & JD???? He knew what he was doing oh loooord & I need a JJ fic with his “what are you gonna do with that?” Because it sent me into fucking orbit!!
Idk like jj in a sec shop goofing about w you and then he sees you looking at the vibrator isle and just whispers in your ear “I’d like to see what you do with that” AHHHHHHHHHHHH
note i’m sorry that i took so long for this. my creativity still isn’t back at 100% so it’s a bit short & i changed it up a bit. i hope you enjoy reading it though, love you!
jj practically dragged you into the new erotic store in town right after it opened. but you didn’t quite believe him when he said he “just wanted to see what people would come up with,” because it was no secret that jj liked sex. probably more than he should.
you’re strolling through the various aisles, your blonde best friend long lost in the depths of the love store, when you make a discovery—a whole aisle just for vibrators.
maybe it wasn’t so bad coming here after all.
these types of helpers weren’t new territory for you. you have had your fair share of vibrators, and they have always served you well so far. unfortunately for you, however, the last one you bought has stopped working out of nowhere.
but it was only a matter of time before it went down anyway; after all, it was no longer the newest. it’s just a shame that it stopped working its miracles right before you almost got to your peak.
your eyes fall on one that immediately appeals to you: light purple, handy, and small. if you do it right, you might be able to steal it. because there’s no way you got 50 dollars in your pocket.
taking the little box, you start to read the words on the backside. you’re so invested in what this little thing has to offer that you don’t even notice jj walking up right behind you.
“pretty,” he breathes out right next to your ear, “i’d like to see what you’d do with that.”
you jump, spinning around to see your best friends blue eyes glancing from the little box in your hand up to your eyes.
“excuse me, what?” you question wide eyed, not sure if you heard that correctly.
a little smirk spreads across the blond’s face, and he reaches up to take the packaged vibrator from your hand. “you heard me. ‘m sure this little thing can get pretty moans outta you, mama.”
heat rises to your cheeks at his words, and you watch as he stuffs the package into his pocket, ready to leave the shop.
“come on, pretty girl,” he says, “ain’t got much time left ‘til they notice me stealing shit, and i’d rather watch you enjoy yourself than be stuck in a cell where i can’t get my hands on you.”
jayj jacking him self off from the thought of you:(( or looking at your pictures:((
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oh, he knows he shouldn’t be doing this. he knows he really shouldn’t be jerking off to his best friend’s pictures but he just can’t help himself.
you looked so beautiful today, and you had him all riled up and wrapped around your little finger when you both sat on john b’s porch, your legs draped over his as you casually told him about your day with kiara.
he’d be lying if he’d say he listened to anything of what you’ve been saying because, god, he focused every single cell of his body to not get a boner right then and there.
and then you left, giving him a soft peck on the cheek, and walked away, swaying your hips in that pretty little dress of yours that made him weak in the knees.
that was about ten minutes ago, and now he’s sprawled out on his bed, cargo shorts zipped down and his hard cock in his hand, stroking himself.
soft moans leave his throat as he swipes through some pictures of you with his free hand.
some of the pictures are from the beach, some of them on the HMS pogue. but most importantly, it’s you, wearing nothing but a cute bikini.
and for god’s sake, he can’t stop looking at your gorgeous face and the way your tits look in that little yellow piece of clothing. oh, how badly he wants to cum all over your perfect flesh.
“fuck, y/n,” he pants, jerking his cock faster, and his hips start to buck uncontrollably.
he drops his phone, gripping the sheets tightly as he closes his eyes, imagining your hand wrapped around his throbbing member instead of his own.
with one final buck of his hips and stroke of his hand, he cums all over his pants, breathing so heavy you might think he just ran a goddamn marathon.
his head drops back against the headboard, and he let’s out a satisfied sigh — he’s such a slut for you, and he knows it.
jj asking you to leave him alone but afterwards feels bad when you don't answer him on the phone so he sneaks into your house:(((( something he'd do
note anon. that is so cute, i can’t :’(
it’s been a while since jj had asked you to leave him alone, so he could figure stuff out. but it wasn’t exactly the friendliest way you both parted.
you knew how things got when he ‘wanted to figure shit out’. he’d drink and smoke even more weed than he usually would, and you just wanted to protect him from that.
but when you practically begged him to let you help, he snapped, yelling at you to ‘leave him the fuck alone’.
and you did.
you left him alone, just like he wanted you to.
later that day, your phone buzzed with dozens of messages from the blond troublemaker, saying stuff like ‘come back’ or ‘i didn’t mean it’.
but you knew better than to listen to his, probably, drunken texts. and beside that, you were mad at him. you were just trying to be nice and helpful, so why yell?
with that silent anger rumbling inside you, you decided to shut off your phone, heading straight to bed. you’d deal with it tomorrow.
it’s now around midnight as jj maybank sneaks inside your room through the window you left open for fresh, cold air.
he smoothly hops inside your room, dirt from his boots landing on your floor as he tries to quietly maneuver through your messy room.
it’s not like he was a stalker or something; he just wanted to check if you were okay since you weren’t answering any of his texts.
so, reaching the side of your bed he leans down, gently tapping your cheek, “y/n? hey, y/n. you awake?”
you jolt away, backing off against your headboard while pulling your blanket up to your chin; as if that would shield you from a real intruder.
jj’s hands shoot up in surrender, quickly taking a step back. “woah, it’s okay. s’just me.” he informs, swallowing hard.
you blink a few times, your vision slowly adjusting to the darkness of your room. “jj?” you ask, confused, “what the hell are you doing here?”
“shh, i–” he sighs, gesturing towards your bed, asking permission to sit down. when you give him a hesitating nod, he sits down on your bed, taking a deep breath.
“look, y/n.” he starts, running a nervous hand through his shaggy blond hair. “i shouldn’t have yelled at you, that wasn’t fair of me.”
you lower your blanket, keeping your eyes locked on jj as he talks. “that’s right. it wasn’t.” you agree, crossing your arms over your chest. “i just wanted to help you, jay.”
he sighs again, letting his head fall forward. “i know. i’m sorry. it’s not gonna happen again.” he mumbles so quietly you’re surprised you could even hear it.
you raise your eyebrows, “wait. was that— was that an apology? from you? an apology from jj maybank?” you grin teasingly.
okay, maybe you weren’t so mad at all.
jj huffs out a chuckle, head tilting back to look at you, “hey, you should appreciate it, y’know? it’s not something you’re gonna hear often.”
you bite back a giggle, “well, good. ‘cause that apology was terrible.”
his blue eyes widen, and before you know it, his fingers are all over you, tickling you while telling you how unbelievable you are.
here’s a little get to know me. i’m gonna give you a little glimpse of who i am and what my interest are. let’s hope i don’t scare you off :).
hi, sweetheart. i’m ally!
i started writing fan fictions on wattpad in 2018, when i joined my first ever fandom. my first language is not english, which may be the reason for mistakes in my writings, but i always try my best.
over the years, i’ve been writing little stories for myself, but i never published them until now. i discovered that people write one-shots on here and decided to try that myself. i am still an amateur writer, but i’m trying to improve every day.
• tv shows: outer banks. teen wolf. the vampire diaries. the originals. the society. supernatural.
jj maybank being all whiny and cuddly after a fight with his dad is my roman empire. like yes, come here big boy and lay your head on my stomach while i play with your hair???
note the more i read this, the more insecure i get about my writing style. i’d really appreciate it if you guys could send me some tips & feedback!
☆ . . . you had a tough night out, drinking a bit too much but jj maybank is right there by your side, taking good care of you content warnings emetophobia, fingering, praising…
saying you’re drunk would be an understatement. you were wasted, completely gone and you could barely talk as jj carefully guided you up the stairs of your front porch.
luckily your parents are out of town for the weekend so nobody could hear the way you are bumping against a plant or the umbrella holder as soon as jj loosens his grip on you to close the front door.
“think i’m gonna puke,” you inform the blond and his head snaps up to wrap his strong arms back around you, “i gotcha.”
he carefully maneuvers you through the dark hallway into the bathroom and sits you down in front of the toilet. as soon as you lean forward and start to get the alcohol out of your system, his left hand reaches up to grab your hair and quickly pulls it into a makeshift ponytail. his right hand rests on your back, soothingly stroking up and down, “s’okay, y/n. just get it out.”
after moments of him comforting you, because your body refused to stop shaking, you finally calm down. he flushes the toilet and leans back against the wall, keeping his hand on your back, “feel better now?”
nodding you slowly get up, supporting yourself on the toilet, “i need a shower,” you mumble, stumbling towards the shower. “careful,” jj rushes to stand up, ready to catch you in case you trip and fall.
as soon as you reach your destination you start to pull off your shirt. the eyes of your blonde best friend widen and he quickly turns away, clearing his throat, “i’ll wait in the living room.”
but right when he closes the door, ready to get some rest on the couch after such an adventurous evening, he hears you call out his name.
it’s almost 1am so you can’t really blame the little exhausted sigh that escapes his lips. he’s been running after you all evening just to make sure you don’t do anything stupid. stopping you to drink more beer, fixing your clothes and protecting you from weirdos that kept looking at you for a little too long.
he turns around to open the bathroom door again, peeking inside just a bit, he answers, “yeah?”
“i’m stuck,” your voice rings from underneath your shirt that’s wrapped around your head. huffing out a little laugh and shaking his head at your helpless situation, he steps back inside the messy bathroom.
jj quickly helps you out of your shirt and turns you around to cup the cheeks of your tired face with his big hands. “my knight in shining armor,” you slur, barely managing to keep your eyes open.
he pushes a strand of hair out of your face, “hmm… think you can tame the shower yourself?” he asks, making you giggle before slowly shaking your head no, “can you help me?”
and in a matter of seconds he helped you out of your clothes and into the shower, keeping his eyes off your private parts like a real gentleman. he strips himself down to his boxers, stepping inside the shower too.
he starts rubbing the pink bottle of wild cherry blossom shampoo onto your back, careful not to touch anything inappropriate.
after what feels like an eternity of him rubbing your back, and it seriously started to feel like he’s trying to rub your skin off, you speak up, “you do know my front needs to be shampooed, too, right?” you ask, looking down to your exposed flesh.
“i know.”
“then why do you keep rubbing my back?”
“because your front is not for me to touch.” he states simply, shrugging his shoulders.
damn, maybank.
you’ve always had a thing for him, but you were too afraid it’d ruin your friendship if you’d tell him. so, instead, you just started silently melting at everything nice and respectful he threw at you.
but right now you’re drunk. wasted. so, maybe...
you spin around, his eyes glancing down towards your tits for just a millisecond before settling on your eyes again, “what–”
“can’t do it myself, j. need your help,” you plea, pushing your bottom lip out to a slight pout that you know he can’t resist.
you see him swallowing a lump in his throat before catching his bottom lip between his teeth, nibbling on it.
“please?” you gently grab his hands, guiding them up to your tits. He palms your warm flesh almost immediately, which sends a comforting warmth shooting through your body – straight to your core.
“god, you have no idea what you’re doing to me right now.” he croaks out and can’t resist the temptation to give your tits a little squeeze.
his words make you lower your head, catching a glimpse of the bulge beneath his boxers, but he quickly draws your gaze back to him with his fingers on your chin, “y/n.”
you apologize and keep your eyes locked on his as he starts to shampoo the front of your body, trying to not pay any attention to the fact that your nipples are standing fully erect under his touch.
when he rubs his hands back over your chest he accidentally grazes your nipple with your thumb, eliciting a quiet moan from you. now he’s the one to apologize, “sorry, didn’t mean to–”
“it’s okay.” you interrupt him, giving him a little innocent smile.
“no, it’s— it’s not. i shouldn’t be doing this, i— god, i should go, i—” he panics, looking around frantically. when he was about to step out of the shower you grab his wrist, “don’t go, please.”
his blue eyes dart around your face, he can’t take it anymore. all these years of friendship, all these years of torture. of desire to touch and take care of you in other ways. it was too much, he needed to finally——
kiss you.
his lips crush against yours, pushing you back against the cold and wet tiles. his tongue props into your mouth, tangling with yours.
you kiss him back, feeling almost like a weight is being lifted from your shoulders as your lips finally connect. you don’t hesitate to slide your hands up his tanned abs and into his wet blond hair.
your breaths grow heavier as you continue to kiss each other as if there’s no tomorrow. when you suddenly feel his fingertips slide between your legs you pull away, gasping for air.
“shhh, don’t worry. i’m gonna take care of you, alright? just relax, princess. just relax,” he soothes you, lowering his lips down to your neck where he starts to plant soft kisses along your sensitive skin.
never in a million years could you have imagined this day would come. your best friend, the guy you’ve been crushing on for so long now, jj motherfuckin' maybank being all over you, kissing and exploring your body.
but it did. it came. you are experiencing it right now. you’re feeling every bit of his skin against yours. every suck and kiss on your neck. and most importantly: his fingers between your thighs.
he’s sliding his fingertips along your slit, parting your labia to hear your soft hums, “mmm, jj… please, i need you.”
and he couldn’t wait anymore, either. he already waited too long and now he finally has the chance to show you exactly what it would mean to be fully his. mind, body and soul.
jj raises his head back up to look into your eyes and presses his forehead against yours, a smirk playing on his lips. torture takes it’s end and he pushes two fingers inside you, enjoying the way your mouth falls agape, releasing a satisfied moan.
“there you go,” he grins and starts thrusting his fingers rhythmically in and out of your tight little pussy. “that’s what you wanted, right? me fingering you like this?” he asks huskily, licking his lips.
you nod quickly, eyes shut tightly as he continues to penetrate your needy cunt, “yeahhh, that’s what i thought. goood fuckin' girl.”
you grind your clit against his palm, heavy breaths and soft ‘ah, ah, ah’s leaving your throat. you feel his own arousal press against your thigh but he doesn’t seem to care. he’s to focused on taking care of you.
a genuine smile spreads across his face when he looks down at the way his fingers disappear and reappear between your legs. he’s finally able to make his dreams reality and it drives him fucking crazy.
his cock throbs against your thigh, and as much as he wanted to fuck you against these white tiles with them cute little flowers on it, he can’t. at least not yet.
“so fucking sexy,” he groans, his free hand cupping your tit to twist and knead your nipple between his thumb and index finger – earning another moan from you.
his steady thrusts inside you and the way he stimulates your nipples one at a time, makes your stomach tighten and your walls clench around his digits. “j, ‘m gonna cum…” you warn him with ragged breaths.
“cum for me, y/n,” he encourages you and it’s everything you need to let go and coat his hand in your sticky cum.
he places a loving kiss on your temple before you press your head against his shoulder. “such a good girl for me, hm? cumming all over my hand…” he hums into your hair and pulls his fingers out of you slowly.
he gives your pussy a few gentle pets before withdrawing his hand completely. smiling up at you as you open your eyes to look at him, he asks, “feel good?”
jj raises his clean hand to brush the messy strands of hair from your forehead and you reciprocate the smile, “never felt better.”
cleaning his other hand from your cum under the stream of water, he cups your cheeks once again, “guess i really am your knight in shining armor, hm?”
☆ . . . jj maybank needs his best friend to comfort him after a fight with his father
you were just about to snuggle into your small but cozy bed when your wish for a well-deserved sleep was shattered by a knock on your window.
groggily, you get up, groaning and cursing under your breath as you turn on your nightlight, only to be greeted by your best friend - jj maybank - whose blond hair is blowing back and forth in the wind.
“what are you doing here?” you ask as you open your window and the blond boy climbs into your room without a word.
before you know it you’re laying on your bed, jj snuggled up to you, resting his head on your chest as you run your fingers through his hair. “why did he do it this time?” you question, feeling jj’s fingertips run smoothly along your stomach.
the blonde sighs, nuzzling his head further into your chest. the feeling of your heart beating against his ear seems to soothe him in some way. “he said i stole his money,” he peers up at you before babbling on, “i swear, i didn’t, y/n.”
“shhh. i know you didn’t.” you hum, pulling him tighter into your embrace and placing a loving kiss on his forehead.
you hated seeing your best friend like this. so hurt and dejected, eyes longing for just a glimpse of love. every time when luke maybank decided to take it out on his son again you’d boil with anger, wondering how someone can possibly hurt his own son in such a cruel way.
and every time jj would come to you, his best friend. cuddling close, tracing your skin to distract himself from the fact that his own was covered in bruises. he’d stay for the night and you’d baby him. because that’s what best friends do, right? they take care of each other.
at least that’s what you tell yourself when you have your hand buried in his pants, slowly stroking his cock and listen to his quiet whimpers.
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