You Need To Choose

— warnings: titty fucking, strong language.

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“fuck, y/n, that feels so fucking good” jj rasps, his thick cock thrusting slowly between your smushed tits.

you squeeze your breasts together more, letting them squeeze jj’s cock tighter, the feeling of his thick, veiny member sliding through your tits causing your arousal to pool into your panties.

“cum all over my chest, j. need to feel your hot, sticky cum all over me”

jj thrusts faster, making it harder for you to keep your breasts squeezed together, your pussy aching to feel him inside you, but letting him enjoy this, something he’d been begging you to let him do for weeks now.

“i’m about to fucking cum, want my cum on your chest or in your pretty mouth?”

you bite harshly at your bottom lip, wanting him to paint your chest with his cum, but also craving the taste of him.

“mouth, need to taste you j.”

jj’s thrusts become sloppier, his dick beginning to twitch when he pulls himself from between your breasts.

he grips the back of your head, pulling you closer to his cock as he jerks himself off, your tongue splayed out for him to shoot his release onto it.

“fu-fuckkk” jj groans lowly as the hot, white ropes of cum spurt onto your tongue.

you catch every last drop, pulling your tongue back into your mouth once he’s finished and swallowing all of it.

you stick your tongue back out for him, proudly showing that you’d swallowed every last drop, leaning forward and placing a quick kiss to his lips.

he hums in satisfaction at the taste of himself on your tongue, pushing you back onto the bed and spreading your legs wide.

“that was so fucking hot, baby. but now it’s your turn, want to taste you on my tongue”

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pool party

words: 3.2k

warnings: 18+ only! smut, chubby!reader, fatphobia including internalized fatphobia

“i don’t know rafe, i really don’t want to go to this pool party.” you say, flopping down on the bed. you’re truly just not interested in it, not interested in being under the hot sun on a day like today, not interested in being surrounded by thin girls in bikinis, not interested in your boyfriend being the target of every one of those girls flirtation.

“come on baby, it’s for kelce and his girlfriend! it’s their anniversary.” rafe pleads with you.

“they’ve been together for like a month, is that really worthy of a whole celebration?” you ask. you hate kelces girlfriend, melissa. she’s always been mean to you, but never in front of rafe or kelce, and you don’t want to seem crazy by bringing it up to your boyfriend when shes so fake-sweet in front of him.

rafe sighs as he sits down on the bed. “i want to go and have a good time with you. please.”

that word has you melting, and the pout on rafes face, his bottom lip stuck out in a desperate but successful attempt to change your mind. “fine. because you’re so cute.” “you’re cuter.” rafe says, plastering a smile on his face as you head towards your closet. you rifle through your drawer of swimsuits. you certainly aren’t wearing any bikinis around these girls, so you opt for a one piece that has some frills around your stomach to hide any of your perceived imperfections.

you put it on as well as a loose dress over top of it, before sliding your sandals on. rafe is in just his swim shorts and a tank top, his muscled arms on display for you to ogle at.

“ready, babe?” rafe asks. you nod and let him lead you out to his truck. you already feel the nerves starting in your stomach. rafe never seemed to treat you any differently because of your size. he acts like your hips aren’t wide, like your thighs don’t always touch, like your arms arent double the size of most girls. all of his friends on the other hand tease you for it, not as much now that you’re dating rafe, but you still feel the eyes and notice the whispers.

you get to kelces house and all you want to do is hide inside, but rafe is so effervescent, greeting everyone and tugging you alongside with him, giving you kisses on the side of your head when you have a moment alone, showing you off.

“lets hop in, babe.” rafe says, pulling you to a table and taking his shirt and shoes off.

“i don’t really want to.” you say. “i’ll just watch you for a bit, yeah?”

rafe frowns, worried is something wrong, but he doesn’t want to push you, so he just nods and gives you a peck on the lips before running into the pool. you do genuinely enjoy watching him. it’s just the boys in the pool right now, and they come up with all sorts of games, which all devolve into wrestling. 

less than an hour later, rafe gets tired of being apart, leaving the boys to their games to rejoin you. he sits down next to you, but not before moving the chair as close as he possibly can to your own.

“hi baby.” rafe says, slightly out of breath from all the swimming at fun. he kisses your cheek before leaning back, laughing as he watches one of the guys jump out of the pool, swooping up a girl in his arms and jumping in with her, soaking her in her clothes.

“you better take that dress off and come in with me before i have to do that to you.” rafe says.

the thought of rafe picking you up, of others seeing the strain in his face as he has to really utilize his muscles, makes you cringe, worse than everyone seeing you in your swimsuit. you stand up and quickly shuck off the fabric before walking down the steps of the pool, hoping the water obscures your body somewhat.

rafe follows you back in the pool, concerned by how fast you got in. he can tell by your expression that something is wrong, you’ve always worn your emotions and anxiety on your face.

“baby, is something up?” rafe asks, tucking a strand of your behind your ear. he backs you into the corner of the pool so you’re as far as you can be with everyone around.

“i’m just… feeling insecure right now.” you admit. you’ve never talked about it with rafe, no matter how badly you want to ask. want to ask why he sees you the way he does, and not like everyone else does.

“insecure? baby you’re the most gorgeous woman here. do you not like your swimsuit, is that it?” rafe asks, not able to wrap his mind around you not liking your body.

“yeah, thats it.” you say, not wanting to ruin his day. “i just wish i would have chosen a different one.” “ahh.” rafe says with a nod and a pout. “i’m struggling right now because i like how much this one covers-” he traces a hand over your shoulder strap, “because i don’t want anyone looking at what only i get to look at, but at the same time, i very selfishly wish you wore something more revealing.” you let out a little chuckle, which is quickly swallowed by rafe as he kisses you, probably imagining you in something skimpy and revealing. 

“lets just try to have fun and when we get home we can toss this swimsuit knowing you don’t like it and i’ll take you shopping tomorrow for some new ones.” “okay.” you nod, trying to put the insecurity out of your mind as you have fun during the rest of the party with rafe. you really just ignore everyone but him, letting your sole focus be on your boyfriend rather than a girls perfectly flat stomach or from the stare some guy gives you.

“are you ready to go home?” rafe asks, hours later after the sun had set and darkness has taken over the sky.

“mhm. i’m tired.” you admit with a yawn. you only spent an hour or so in the pool before you were able to put your dress back on and the party shifted towards drinking and dancing. rafe had abstained from anything, knowing he’s driving you home and not willing to risk even a single drop of alcohol.

“okay, i’m just gonna say goodbye to kelce, then we can head out.” rafe kisses you gently, seeing the sleepiness in your eyes.

you watch rafe walk away blissfully, knowing you’re so far gone for your perfect boyfriend. you watch as he heads onto the patio to say goodbye, taking a step closer to hear whats going on.

“hey man, congrats again on making it to three months, can’t wait to see what a one year anniversary party looks like.” rafe laughs, slapping kelce on the back. you smile, while you and rafe were not the kind to throw a party for your anniversary, preferring the celebrations to stay between the two of you, it’s sweet that kelce and melissa have so many friends wanting to celebrate them being a couple.

“thanks rafe.” kelce says, clapping his back in response.

“oh and rafe!” melissa calls before he turns his back. “if you ever want to ditch that whale of a girlfriend, i have lots of hot single friends.”

you feel your skin go hot at her words. it’s reminiscent of so many things you’ve been called before. chubby, big, jiggly, whale.

“what did you just call my girlfriend?” you want to go out there and stop rafe before he explodes, but you can’t move, your feet are glued to the spot.

“oh, i mean just look at her.” melissa laughs, and you can hear a few other girls join in. “and look at you! someone like you should not be with a girl like her.” “baby stop-” you can hear kelce trying to interject.

“don’t EVER speak on my girlfriend again.” rafe yells. “you’re clearly jealous, and i would feel sorry for you if you weren’t such a nasty bi-”

“rafe!” you shout, finally finding your voice. rafe gives melissa one last glare, but as bad as he wants to chew her out, you’re his bigger concern right now.

“baby-” rafe says, going to take your face into his hands, but you step out of his hold, heading towards the door.

“i just want to go.” you say, and rafe is hot on your heel, feeling terrible that you heard anything she said.

“y/n-” rafe says as you get into his truck, but you just shake your head. “can you take me home?” rafe hates seeing you upset, his whole lifes purpose since he met you was to never see your pretty face sad. his hands grip the wheel and he takes every turn a little too fast, he’s just pissed right now that you’re upset.

“do you finally see it now?” you ask when he pulls to a stop in your driveway.

“see what?” rafe asks, wondering if melissa had been nasty to you before.

“that i’m too big for you. too chubby. i don’t get what spell you got put under to fall in love with me, but it doesn’t make sense, we don’t work.” 

rafe gets out of the truck without a word, slamming his door hard shut before coming around to your side. he opens it and before you can even move, he has you over his shoulder, marching up the stairs.

“rafe!” you yell as he takes the familiar walk to your bedroom.

“we don’t fucking work together?” rafe asks, setting you down onto your mattress. “we don’t fucking work together?” he repeats, throwing his shirt off. 

“rafe, i-” you want to clarify what you mean, but he doesn’t give you the chance as his lips connect to yours. he moans into your mouth as he grinds against your thighs, only disconnecting your lips to tear your dress off over your head.

he pulls away for a minute to work at getting your swimsuit off. while it dried while you were at kelces party, it’s still tight on your body. you always feel insecure when you’re with rafe, and you hate that feeling, but this is the worst it’s ever been after being reminded by melissa and the girls at the party.

“you’re fucking beautiful. the most beautiful girl i’ve ever seen.” rafe looks down at your naked body, his cock clearly swelling in his swim shorts. “you’re so gorgeous, i don’t want a single bad thought about yourself in your head.”

rafe stands up to take his shorts off, his cock springing free. “come here.” he demands, reaching a hand down for you. you don’t want to accept, you just want him between your legs, but you comply, letting him pull you up off the bed and into the bathroom. he positions you so you’re in front of the mirror. your eyes immediately diverge, not wanting to witness yourself under the bright white lights in the nude.

“no, baby.” rafe says, coming to stand behind you. “look at your face for me.” 

you feel tears well up in your eyes, but you do it for rafe. you meet your own gaze in the mirror as rafe begins to speak. “i love those eyes, those eyes that see every part of me. i love the curve of your nose. i love kissing your soft lips, i love how they always taste like strawberries. i love your cheeks, i hope our kids have your cute cheeks.” 

rafe pauses to take your jaw in his hand, moving your head up so he can bend over your body with his vast height and press a kiss against your lips.

“i love your hair.” he turns your face back to the mirror. “i love wrapping my hand around it when i’m fucking you. i love the way it falls in your face when you’re reading one of your novels.”

rafe kisses along your neck, hands coming to your waist. you briefly close your eyes but a sudden bite to your neck has you snapping them open, continuing to look where rafe speaks about. “i love your hands, i love holding them between mine. i love your arms when you wrap them around me.”

“i love your tits.” rafe moves his hands from your waist to your boobs, cupping one in each palm. “i love the way no bra seems to contain them. i love the way your nipples show through one of my tshirts when you put it on in the morning.” rafes thumbs rub over your nipples until they turn into stiff peaks. “i love the way they feel in my mouth, i love that someday you will feed our baby with them.”

rafe drops his hands to your stomach, and you want so badly to push them away, to not let him so unabashedly feel your least favorite part of yourself. “and i fucking love your tummy. not only is it cute and sexy, but it’s giving me more of you to love. it’s letting me know that you’re keeping yourself healthy and not starving yourself. i love your tummy because one day it’s going to hold our child safe. i never-” rafe pauses to look you in the eye- “want you to feel insecure about your tummy, okay?”

“rafe-” you sob out, letting the tears fall free.

“let it out if you need to, my love. let out every bad thought you have about your body and replace it with my good ones until you have your own good ones. i love every inch of you. everything you see as an imperfection, i see as beautiful.”

you know better than to doubt his words, he’s candidly telling you the truth, what you look like in his eyes.

“can i keep going?” rafe asks in a minute once you calm down. you let out a nod as his hands move to your hips.

“i love these hips. i love putting my hands on them, holding you there. i love these thighs,” his hands move forward, making your breath hitch, “i love the way these thighs protect that special part of you.” he keeps a hand on your thigh while the other dives between, finding your wetness.

his finger circles your clit as you brace yourself with both hands against the counter top. “i love the way i touch one small part of you and it has your knees weakening. i love taking my tongue to your pretty pussy and tasting every drop you have to offer me.”

rafe presses his cock against your ass, unashamedly rubbing it as his hand drops lower, pressing his finger inside your entrance. “i love the way your pussy welcomes me inside because it knows we were made for each other.”

rafe adds a second finger quickly, a slightly painful stretching sensation taking over only for a moment before it becomes pleasurable again.

“i love the way your ass moves when i thrust my cock against it.” he gives an example with a particularly hard rub against your backside. “i love everything about you, baby.” his fingers speed up as he brings his other hand to rub your clit.

“and i hate that you didn’t see it. but you see it now, right? you see that you’re beautiful?” rafe asks, and when you don’t respond his fingers suddenly stop moving, making you cry out.

“say it.” rafe says, catching your eyes in the mirror. “look at yourself in the mirror and say it.”

“i’m beautiful.” you whisper, eyes shining as you for once believe it. if a man like rafe cameron can fall so deeply in love with you, can hold all these truths, for once you can believe them as well.

“louder.” rafe says, his hands regaining speed suddenly.

“i’m beautiful.” you say again, letting your full tears drop onto the counter as your clit pulses under rafes attention. “i’m beautiful!” you shout, and with that declaration, rafe bends you further over the sink, exposing your pussy to him as he slides his cock in between your folds, only removing his fingers for a short second before his cock is deep inside of you.

“you feel that baby?” rafe asks, picking up the same rhythm his fingers were thrusting to. “you say we don’t work? well baby, we fit perfectly together.” 

one hand grips your hip to help him thrust in and out as the other continues to rub at your clit, and you know you’re not going to last much longer, not after all the attention.

“my cock is meant to be inside this pussy. our hearts are meant to be together. we’re it, baby. the perfect match.”

you nod along to rafes words, agreeing in your loud moans. you know he’s right, that you were meant for each other from the way his cock hits that sweet spot inside of you with every single hard thrust.

“my beautiful baby.” rafe praises you. you meet his eyes in the mirror, meet the look of pride and pleasure mixing together on his face.

“thank you.” you mumble out. rafe seems to understand what you’re thanking him for as his thrusts increase in depth and speed, needing to feel that sweet release so he can hold you against him, kiss your face, make you feel loved in every way he can.

rafe rubs your clit faster, hoping you’re as close as he is as his cock begins to pulse inside of you. rafe forces himself to keep his eyes open as he cums, wanting to see the way your jaw is dropped open, the way your boobs sway with every thrust, the way your ass ripples every time he presses his hips into you.

rafe cums with a loud moan, and you have no choice but to follow, feeling that ultimate connection as his orgasm brings your own as you shudder, feeling his fingers continue to rub your clit through your orgasm even as his hips thrust impossibly deep inside to finish as far inside of you as he possibly can.

rafes fingers eventually slow as your heart rate also returns to normal. you push your hair out of your face and rafe gives you a toothy grin in the mirror before he slowly pulls out, admiring the way his cum drips onto the matching white bathroom floor. you know you’ll have to clean it later but right now all you want to do is lie down and rest your tired legs.

“come on baby, i got you.” rafe says, picking you up bridal style and carrying you back into the bedroom, setting you down on top of the comforter. you feel yourself blush as he shows no strain at all in lifting you. “you really are the most beautiful girl i’ve ever seen.” rafe says, laying down next to you. “i just want you to see it too.”

“i do.” you tell rafe, resting your head against his chest. “i really do, thanks to you.”

Original Imagine: Imagine making a sex tape with Stiles

Author: anon

Reader Gender: female

Warnings: smut, oral sex, sex tape

You lay on the bed, staring at Stiles as he held his phone in his hand. You hated how technology had made it so easy for him to film you. You lay in bed, your bra and panties matching for this once. You’d bought it specific calls for this occasion. He climbed on the bed with you.

“You’re so beautiful, you know that?” He asked, his hand moving over your stomach and thighs. “You nervous?”

You blushed a little, “I can’t believe you talked me into this.”

He’d convinced you to make a sex tape, just for the two of you. The idea was hot and as much as the two of you fucked, it shouldn’t have surprised you.

“Babe, I promise, just you and me will see it. I’ll put it on an encrypted file on my computer.” Stiles promised.

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He's Mine

Summary: New girl moves to the obx and thinks she can steal JJ from you. Little does she know that JJ is absolutely obsessed with you.

Warnings: New girl being a fake bitch, JJ is obsessed with you, unwanted flirting, fluff, heavy make out, dirty talk, all characters are 18

A/n: This is my first mini series! I didn't want to make this super long so I decided to cut it into parts.

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"You're so hot. Have I told you that today?" JJ asks, as he parks the car, looking over at you.

"Yes J. That's like the fifth time you've said it during the drive over here," you giggle. He gets out of the car and rushes to your side to open your door.

"I just gotta make sure my girl knows her worth." He smacks your butt with a cheeky grin before connecting your hands. You begin to walk up the porch steps of the chateau, still hand in hand.

"Sup Bree. Where's everyone else?" JJ greets his friend who is on the couch on the porch.

"They're coming later. Kie had to work at the Wreck, Pope had to drop off groceries for Heyward, and Sarah's on her way," John B replies. You both nod in acknowledgement.

"Well, I'm getting a beer," he gestures inside, "you want one baby?" he turns to you. You nod and he gives you a kiss on the cheek before heading inside to grab two cold beers. You move to sit on the couch opposite from John B.

"Oh yeah! Sarah's bringing her new neighbor with her. That alright with you?" John B asks you. Even though she's already on her way, you say yes anyway.

Right after your response, Sarah's car pulls up. The passenger door opens to reveal a girl around your guys' age. She was pretty. She had long blonde hair, a little lighter than Sarah's.

"Hey guys! This is Bianca," Sarah gestures to the girl.

"Hey, I'm John B and this is Y/n" he gestures to you. She waves at you with a sweet smile.

"Hi, it's lovely to meet you both," she smiles. Even if you didn't know she was Sarah's neighbor, you could tell she was a kook from a mile away. Her outfit screamed country club. And her jewelry looked like it cost more than the chateau.

"Yo, you need to buy more beer-" JJ pauses when he sees a random girl standing on the porch. "Um hello?" he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

"And that's JJ" John B points to his friend. Bianca's freezes when she turns and sees the blonde boy in front of her, she’s completely love struck.

"JJ, this is my new neighbor-" Before Sarah could introduce her friend, Bianca cuts in.

"Bianca. I'm Bianca" she says in a flirty tone, holding out her hand. JJ moves one of the beers to his other arm and shakes her hand with a tight smile.

You frown when you notice the way she's looking at him. She looks at him like she wants to jump his bones. You know your boyfriend is jaw droppingly beautiful, but she's looking at him like she wants him. You didn't like that.

JJ lets go of her hand and plops down next to you. He hands you your beer, which he opened for you. He mutters a "here ya go princess," and drapes his arm over your shoulder. You watch as Bianca's smile falters. You hide your smirk by sipping on your beer.

"Please, sit down" John B gestures to a chair between the two couches. Sarah takes a seat next to John B while Bianca takes the chair.

For the next hour or so, you tried your best to ignore how Bianca was behaving around JJ. Every time he said something, she would be way too attentive, keeping her eyes on him the whole time, lips perked up slightly, batting her eyelashes. You hated it. No one was supposed to look at him like that besides you. Except you weren't cringe about it.

At one point, you said a joke which caused JJ to laugh hysterically. "Good one baby" he mutters before kissing your forehead. You don't miss the way Bianca glares at you, then smiling when she sees you look at her.

"So how long have you been together?" She asks it in an overly nice voice.

"4 years, but our 5 year anniversary is coming up," JJ answers. He pulls you closer and kisses the side of your head.

She nods and then you add "we've been together since middle school." You try to subtly tell her to back off and that he's yours by leaning your head on his shoulder.

She only gives you a fake smile and says "well isn't that cute." Nobody else seems to notice how fake she's being except for you. It's really starting to piss you off.

Throughout the hour that she's been there, you've slowly become clingier to JJ. Not that he minded of course, he loves having you touch him. In fact, there are some times when he wishes he could attach himself to you and become one.

John B was busy talking about something that happened at work when Bianca's phone chimed. "Oh I'm so sorry! I hate to cut this short but I forgot I was supposed to go shopping with my mom before school starts," she says. You let out an inaudible sigh of relief that she's finally leaving.

"Do you need me to drive you home? It's no problem at all," Sarah offers.

"It's okay, she's just down the street." Soon enough, a shiny new Tesla pulls up in front of the Chateau. Bianca gathers her things and begins to pass the couches. "Thank you again for inviting me Sarah," she gives Sarah a hug, "and it was lovely to meet you all."

She gives one last look at JJ and then, not so subtly, sneering at you. She walks back down the steps and you couldn't be more glad.

"Oh sorry!" you turn to see Kie and Pope have finally arrived. Kie's arms were full of food from the Wreck. "Who the hell was that?" she gestures to the girl walking back to the fancy car and sets the food down.

"Sarah's new neighbor" John B replies.

"New bitch" you mutter.

"Woah! What the hell happened?" Pope was shocked at the sudden vulgar words.

"She was totally checking out JJ! With that 'Hi I'm Bianca tell me more about your adventures JJ' flirty shit" You bat your eyelashes as you mock her.

"I don't think she was flirting, just being nice. And for the record, I like to consider my adventures to be pretty interesting" JJ adds, stroking your hair.

"I saw it JJ! She was into you!" you exclaim. He just holds you tighter against him, allowing you to lean further into his touch.

-

When Monday came around and you had to go to school, you were furious when you saw who was in class with JJ. JJ had this class by himself, you nor the pogues had it with him. He was all alone...with her.

"It'll be fine baby. It's just an hour." He saw the way you glared at the girl taking her notebook out at a desk.

"What is she even doing here? She's a kook!" You tell your boyfriend, ignoring his attempts at reassuring you.

"You're a kook too love," he says through furrowed eyebrows.

"I wasn't always. I only reached kook status a few years ago when my dad got the lawyer job. Plus I've always gone to this school."

"Y/n," he cups your cheeks, "my beautiful girl, I love you and only you. There is nothing to be worried about." He moves your face to look at him again after you glare at her during his speech. "If it'll make you feel better, I'll sit in the farthest seat from her. I can't stand seeing my girl upset." He lifts your frown so you're smiling, causing you to laugh.

"Yeah that would make me feel better," you tell him.

"Then it's settled," he gives you a forehead kiss, "I gotta go but I'll see you later yeah?" You nod and give him a long kiss, one he happily leans into. For obvious reasons, you didn't see Bianca glaring at you through the window of the classroom.

You reluctantly separated from JJ, pouting when you had to go to your class and he had to go his. With her. You know JJ is deeply in love with you, borderline obsessed, but it still made you uneasy knowing she liked him. He's yours.

Unfortunately for JJ when he walked into class, the only available seat was next to Bianca. 'Shit', he thought to himself. He looked around the room again only to find out that the seat was indeed the only available one. He took a deep breath and hesitantly sat next to Bianca.

"Oh! Hi JJ!" Bianca greets with a huge smile.

"Hey! Uh, what was your name again?" For the life of him, JJ could not remember her name, he was still hazy from your kiss. That tends to happen a lot for him. The only name that crosses his mind was "bitch" but he's obviously not gonna say that.

Bianca's smile faltered but she picked it right up, "It's Bianca."

"Oh right! Sorry about that" he gave her a guilty smile and turned back to the front of the class.

-

"That's fucking hilarious!" You laughed when JJ told you what happened. He was relieved you weren't upset when he said he had to sit next to her. You knew it wasn't his fault and he would've sat somewhere else if he had the chance. Sometimes he forgets how understanding you are, he still wasn't used to that.

"I felt so bad! I blame you cupcake," he points a finger at you, who is still laughing.

"What? Why me?!" You ask through your giggles, trying to regain your breath.

"Your fucking kiss got me all hazy and shit. I can't think straight when you kiss me!"

"That sounds like a you problem J" you point a finger right back at him. He grabs it and kisses it, then sliding his hand into yours.

"The only way to help solve this problem is to kiss me again. Make me feel better." He walks you closer to the tree you stood behind, blocking you from any onlookers.

"That makes no sense-" he cuts you off by slamming his lips onto yours. You and JJ designated this spot for this very purpose. Lunch was the only time you could really spend time together and talk during school hours. You love the pogues but sometimes you just want to make out with your boyfriend with no interruptions.

"Hi John B," Bianca greets her friend's boyfriend at a table.

"Oh hey Bianca! This is Kie and Pope," he introduces the other two pogues she didn't get to properly meet. They both greet her but she hardly pays any attention to them. She doesn't see the blonde boy that's been on her mind all weekend.

"Where's JJ?" She tries to sound nonchalant about it. Fortunately for her, the pogues don't notice her disappointment.

"Probably having a quickie with Y/n-"

"John B!" Kie slaps his shoulder, "JJ and Y/n usually hang out at that tree for some alone time." She gestures to a tree farther from the tables.

"Having a quickie-"

"Dude!" Pope is the one to slap his friend this time. When the pogues turn back to the girl, she's gone. They shrug it off and continue their conversation.

JJ's tongue was swirling around yours, he pulled you impossibly closer to him. You moan against his lips, drawing a groan from his throat. "If there were no consequences, I'd fuck you right up against this tree right now. In front of everyone," he mutters against your lips. "I'd fuck you so good baby."

"Hi JJ." You both pull away and look at the source of the voice. Both of your lips are red and swollen, hair is messed up from running each other's fingers through it. Of course it's that bitch. You roll your eyes, clearly upset that she interrupted your make out session.

"Um hi?" His voice was a little raspy and his mind was hazy again. Bianca ignored the look the two of you gave her and began speaking again.

"I talked to Mr. Anderson after class and he said I should talk to a student to help catch me up," she told him. "I was wondering if you would be able to do it."

JJ looked at you and saw how irritated you were getting, then turned back to Bianca. "Shouldn't that be his job though? He's the teacher." He didn't mean to come off as rude but he was also upset that he had to stop kissing you.

"He said it would probably be better to have a student explain it in easier terms." You could see right through the bullshit. That doesn't even make any sense, she just wants to spend alone time with JJ. Your JJ.

To prove your control over him, you began kissing his neck. You didn't care that there was an audience, she needed to get the hint. "Um- I- well-" JJ began stuttering. Fuck he wanted to take you home and fuck you until you couldn't walk so badly.

"Sure whatever" he tilted his head up to give you more access. He really didn't want to help her but he needed her to leave you two alone.

"Great! Is tomorrow fine?" She completely ignored the fact that you were giving him hickies. That wasn't the only fact she ignored.

"Yeah yeah whatever." He didn't wait for her to leave before he connected your lips once more. "I'm taking you home as soon as school ends," he groans. You nod and reconnect your lips.

Unfortunately, the kiss only lasted a minute because the bell rang, signifying that lunch had ended. Fortunately though, you and JJ did have this next class together.

From the moment Bianca saw JJ, she knew she had to have him. To say she was upset when she found out he was dating you would be an understatement. She knew she'd be better for him. She could make him feel things that you couldn't. From then on, she swore to herself,

'I will make him mine'

Part 2 coming soon

At Last

pairing: jj maybank x fem!reader

summary: jj's cousin comes to town and attempts to get with y/n, pissing off jj in the process.

wc: 7.6k

warnings: dean turns out to be an ass, pet names (baby & sweetheart), oral (m & f), dirty talk, language, and p in v {there might be more, let me know!}

a/n💌: she's here! thank you for all your patience while i worked on this fic, hit some writers block while working on it. some of the smut might be familiar if you've read some of my old work, it's because i copied it from gentle. i will be deleting that fic and 'replacing' it with this one!

JJ Maybank couldn’t remember his childhood without Dean Maybank in it. There wasn’t a time he could recall when the nearly identical blonde wasn’t by his side. From diapers to teens, both boys spent most of their time together. Separated by only two months, the boys were practically brothers. There were mistaken for siblings nearly everywhere they went. Whenever one went, the other one was sure to follow. Their moms used to pretend they couldn’t tell the boys apart when they were little, sending both boys into a fit of giggles as they desperately tried to get their moms to remember their sons.

He was twelve when his mom left, and everything fell apart instantly. Luke turned to bottles upon bottles of alcohol to soothe the ache she left in her wake, and JJ was forced to grow up quickly. Andrew and Cecelia Maybank weren’t far behind, taking Dean with them. JJ never knew why his mom left or why his aunt and uncle followed him closely behind. But he was left alone to wonder for many nights why he was left behind.

JJ had years of practice burying the hurt and anger he felt, but as he sits across from his cousin at a table of The Wreck, he can feel the anger simmering. He’s not particularly fond of his cousin being back in town, but that’s not getting under his skin. It’s the fact that Dean has been eyeing you for the past twenty minutes.

“Wait, how long since you have been here?” Cleo asks Dean, attempting to break some awkward silence between JJ and him. Cleo slides into her chair next to Pope while she sends a welcoming smile to Dean, who sits across from Pope.

“Been a while, about seven years now.” Dean Maybank answers with a soft smile. He’s got the same blonde hair as JJ, but he keeps it a lot shorter and has dark blue eyes. They look like they could be twins.

“No wonder I haven’t met you then; I haven’t been around long.” Cleo supplies as Pope tosses his arm over her shoulder and presses a kiss to her temple.

“And Y/n?” Dean asks as he glances back over at you as you laugh with Kiara and Sarah while waiting for your order. Cleo’s lips part a little, and she spares a glance over at JJ, who has pulled his attention away from his phone at the mention of your name. His eyebrows are furrowed, and his body is tense as he stares down at his cousin. Dean doesn’t notice, his eyes glancing back at you.

“She joined the group about six years ago.” John B answers just as the three of you walk over with full hands. John B is sitting next to Dean, saving a spot for Sarah. From the look his best friend is giving him, he’s glad he sat next to Dean.

“Kiara, I love this place, but it’s so slow when you aren’t working here.” Sarah sighed as all the plates were set down and passed around. There’s a rumble of agreement at the table, and Kiara laughs loudly before sitting beside Sarah.

You slip into your spot between Cleo and JJ. JJ would never admit it out loud, but having you fall into the seat next to him and speak softly to only him sends a spark of possessiveness. He loves it when your attention is only on him.

“I got us a milkshake to share,” He watches as you rip the wrapper off the straw before pausing, eyes darting between the straw in your hand and the milkshake sitting in front of you. “They only gave us one; I’ll go grab-”

“We can share.” He grabs the straw from your hands before plunging it into the chocolate shake between you and taking a quick sip. You flush, realizing that you both will be sharing a straw. This wouldn’t bother you in any other case, but it’s JJ. You wouldn’t have thought twice about it if it had been anyone else. But something about him fills your stomach with that giddy feeling that makes you almost jittery with nerves.

His grip is still on the straw as he gives you a slight nod to take a sip. Your cheeks flush when you realize that he’s holding the drink, expecting you to take a sip like this. You lean forward, taking a tentative sip, ignoring how JJ watches you so closely. Having his eyes on you sets off that flurry of butterflies again.

“So cute, guys.” John B teases, making a heart with his hands, and your cheeks burn. You fight the urge to toss a fry at him. John B was notorious for calling out any moments you shared with JJ, which always left a hot flush on your body. Were your feelings for him that obvious? Did JJ know?

You peek over at JJ, who is flipping his best friend off.

The table is quickly drawn back into the conversation as your friends try and get to know Dean more. JJ stays quiet, instead choosing to eat and mutter things to you occasionally. You can’t help but be curious about why he avoids talking to his cousin. John B said that they used to be close, but from how JJ is acting now, you can’t help but wonder what happened.

“Y/n isn’t much of a surfer either.” Your ears perk up at the mention of your name. Sarah is giving you a pointed look indicating that you totally missed out on something.

“I was saying I’m not a big surfer,” Dean supplies at your confused expression. “Maybe we could do something else so everyone heads out to surf later.” The soft smile he sends your way makes your cheeks flush.

You open your mouth to answer, but JJ cuts you off.

“You used to surf all the time.” JJ’s tone is flat, surprising you that he finally decided to speak during this lunch. He had spent the last hour not saying a word to Dean. You glance over at him to see he’s sending an unimpressed look toward his cousin.

“Used to. Not anymore.” Dean shrugs, and you can tell he feels a little unsure around JJ, and you don’t blame him. If JJ was looking at you the way he was looking at Dean, you would feel a bit unwelcome too.

Ever the people pleaser, you send a smile over at Dean. “I would love that, Dean.”

“Dean Maybank is cute.” Sarah breathes out dramatically once all four of you are alone in her room. The boys are all at the Chateau; Cleo thought this might help JJ warm up to Dean more. You highly doubted it.

Your cheeks flush when you realize Sarah is directing this comment at you. You give a little shrug as you sit on the edge of her bed.

“Are you calling JJ cute then? Because they look like brothers.” Cleo teases as she pulls her bikini out of her bag. In front of the mirror, Kiara braided tiny pieces of her hair, laughing lightly at Cleo’s comment.

“Is that what we’re really gonna talk about right now?” You ask, feeling apprehensive about comparing the two. There’s no way you wanted to compare the two, mainly because you knew that JJ would always come out on top in your eyes.

“Yes! He seems pretty damn interested in you.”

“Maybe, but Dean isn’t the Maybank she wants.” Kiara sings songs, and your mouth parts as your sputter out a reply, but you can’t seem to deny it.

“I-no! JJ and I are just friends; we always will be.” You wanted to be sick saying these words.

“Are you serious? He looked ready to kill Dean when he asked you out.” Kiara glanced over her shoulder at you making your cheeks burn.

“He did not ask me out.”

“He made a move for sure,” Cleo called as she headed towards Sarah’s bathroom with her bikini. A sigh passed your lips just as the door clicked shut.

“Nothing is gonna happen whether he made a move or not.”

“Why not?” Sarah asked, tossing herself on her bed next to you.”

“I just-it feel wrong.”

“Because it’s not JJ,” Kiara states this like it’s the most obvious thing in the world as she finishes her hair and turns to face you. Sarah and Kiara nearly scream at the expression on your face, giving you away.

Maybe it was selfish, but JJ had been hoping you had forgotten about agreeing to spend time with Dean while the group went surfing. But here he was, watching the two of you walking up the beach and away from the group. Surfing with his friends meant you would be sat higher up on the beach immersed in one of the many romance books you owned. 

Not this time. He watched as you walked away, this time as his cousin held your bag for you.

“JJ, you comin’ or what?” John B hollered. JJ sighed and headed towards the beach, aware that this was the first time in his life that he did not want to go surfing.

“It’s not a date, man; quit pouting.” His best friend mumbled, clapping JJ on the shoulder. The blond sent him an irritated look.

“But he damn well wants it to be,” The thought made JJ’s stomach tighten with discomfort. “She could want it to be.”

“I doubt it,” John B shook his head in disagreement. All the different times he had caught Y/n or JJ pining after each other had proved otherwise. But that wasn’t his place to tell. “Listen, if you like Y/n, you need to tell her. I’m not saying she’s gonna end up with Dean, but I know she won’t be single forever.”

“It’s complicated,” JJ grumbles as he rakes his hand through his hair. He needs a haircut but refuses to get one after he overhears you say you like long hair on guys. Maybe that makes him pathetic, but so be it.

“It’s really not; you’re just making it that way by avoiding telling her.”

“John B, fuck off,” JJ snaps, but his best friend knows not to take offense. “Telling her how I feel could mean losing her as my best friend, and that’s not worth it.”

“But what if telling her means you get her as your girlfriend and best friend?” John B’s words cause his stomach to flip at the thought.

“Wishful thinking, man.”

Your time with Dean was going well, and you were thrilled that you got on with him so quickly. Part of you wanted to ask, but you were scared of making a fool out of yourself if he told you no. Not that you were hoping it was; you just genuinely weren’t sure how Dean viewed this hangout.

He had taken you to a little ice cream shop, one that he said his mom used to bring him and JJ to all the time. Your heart had squeezed in your chest at the reminder that you weren’t there to watch him surf, one of your favorite pastimes. Quickly reminding yourself to enjoy the present moment, it was fair to Dean if your mind was caught up somewhere else.

“This is the best ice cream I’ve ever had; how did I not know about this place?” A quick moan of appreciation slips pasts your lips as you bite, proving your statement true. Dean laughs at your reaction, thrilled to see you enjoying one of his favorite places so much. The last time he was here was with his mom and JJ to have a quick treat after dinner. They left two days after that.

“One of the best places in OBX, hands down,” He replies, studying you with a soft fondness that you are oblivious to. Your entire focus was on stirring your ice cream to make it nice and smooth.

“Totally out of my comfort zone today,” You confess as you take another bite of the cotton candy ice cream. But the soft pink color was so pretty you just couldn’t resist. “JJ and I usually share mint chips.” Dean drops his eyes down to his ice cream at the mention of his cousin. 

“Can I ask you something?” He finally asks, and you quietly hum to tell him to go on.

“Are you and JJ..?” He trails off, unsure if he should continue his question by the look on your face. You place your spoon in your bowl and sigh.

“We’re just friends,” By the shrug of your shoulders and the way you naw on your bottom lip, Dean can tell you aren’t a man of this.

“And you’re alright with that?” He asks, hoping for an answer that could turn this into a date between you.

“I-uh-” You clear your throat and glance at the window towards the ocean, hoping to catch a glance of JJ. To no avail. “I’ve liked him for years, but I’m pretty sure he isn’t interested, so we’re just friends.”

Dean gives you an understanding look, but inside, he’s thrilled about your answer. You weren’t JJ’s.

It had been a couple of weeks of hanging out with Dean: trips to the beach, talking about books, getting ice cream, and movie marathons. You knew how this looked, but it was purely just as friends. You knew that, and Dean knew that. Or so you thought.

“So let me get this straight, you guys have been going on dates pretty much but just as friends?” Cleo asked, totally confused by what was happening between you and Dean.

“Yes, just friends,” You clarified as you attempted to fix your hair in a way you liked for tonight’s party.

“He brought you flowers this morning.” She deadpanned, glancing over at the bouquet of pink poppies on your bedside table. They were placed next to a picture of you and JJ, making Cleo snort quietly.

“He was just being nice,” You sounded exasperated, and Cleo wasn’t sure if it was because of your hair or her nitpicking. “Nothing is going on.”

“Maybe for you! He’s clearly interested; he’s been taking you on dates -“You open your mouth to cut her off. “Yes - dates, all week. He’s interested.”

“I thought you were team Dean.” Your hair fell from your hands as you gave up on making the perfect bun; it just wasn’t going to happen tonight.

“That was Sarah. I’m team whoever makes you happy.”

“So, would you be happy if I went out with Dean?” You nibbled on your bottom lip as you waited for her response. Her eyebrows rose, and she stared at you for a second.

“Thought you were just friends.”

“We are! I just-“You paused, taking in a big breath of air and holding it for a second. “I don’t wanna miss a chance with a great guy because JJ doesn’t return my feelings. I can’t hold out hope forever.”

“First party of the summer, Dean! You excited?” John B asks as he presses a beer into Dean’s awaiting palm.

“It’s not the first party of the season,” JJ grumbles, and you shoot him a look, hoping he can control his anger towards his cousin for the night and enjoy the party.

“The first one he’s been to; he’s been too busy with our Y/n here.” John B taunts, sending you a wink when he sees you looking flushed. JJ feels sick. Are you blushing at the thought of being with Dean? Have you actually been going on dates with him all this time?

“Baby, leave them alone,” Sarah admonishes, giving a light slap to his arm. He lets out a laugh and drops his arm over her shoulder, leading her in the direction of the house.

An awkward silence falls over the three of you. Pope, Kiara, and Cleo had already headed inside to get drinks, and you were now desperately wishing JJ had too. Anything would be better than the way he is currently glaring at Dean for standing too close to you.

“Want a drink?” Dean leans to whisper in your ear, and you send him a grateful smile.

“Yes, please,” You smile up at him, watching him for a second longer as he slips through the crowd. JJ clearing his throat is what brings your attention away from him.

“Yes?”

“What are you doing with him?” He asks, taking a step towards you. 

“We walked here together, and I-”

“No. What’s up with you spending so much time with him? I’ve hardly seen you in the last few weeks.” He steps closer and closer until the two of you are standing so close you can count all the freckles on his nose.

“We’ve been hanging out.” You supply, not wanting to give too much away. It’s not that we’re trying to be secretive, but you knew that JJ had a habit of getting protective over you. Guess what happens when you’re friends with someone for so long.

“Hanging out or going on dates?” His hand pushes the stand of your hair, blowing in the breeze. At the proximity of him, your heart squeezes, and your breath catches.

“Hanging out?” You answer in nearly a whisper, so focused on starting up at him. The heat of his fingers touching your skin feels like you have been branded.

“You don’t sound so sure.” There’s that cocky tone. He can tell you’re flustered by how close he is to you. You’ve always reacted to him this way. It’s moments like these where it doesn’t seem unbelievable to him that you might like him back.

“We’ve been hanging out, but it might be becoming more and-”

“Y/n” At the sound of Dean’s voice, you take a step away, startled. There’s a tone to Dean’s voice that JJ doesn’t like. He sounds possessive, too possessive for a guy who has only met you a couple of weeks ago.

Dean’s eyes flicker between the both of you, quickly picking up on the tension and closeness. In an act of jealousy, he slips his arm around your waist, pulling you into his side, something he’s never done before. Your features flash with surprise that JJ quickly notices.

“Have a goodnight, JJ.” Dean bites out before steering you toward the direction of the house.

“I thought you said that you and JJ didn’t have anything going on.”

“We don’t.” You glance up at Dean, who still has his arm wrapped around your shoulder. His jaw is tense, and you feel a flash of discomfort at seeing this new side of him.

“Didn’t look that way. He was close enough to kiss you.” Dean grits out, squeezing your shoulder that makes you wince.

“But he didn’t. I don’t understand-”

“You said that he wasn’t interested. I thought I clarified my intentions when I started taking you out on all these dates.” Your stomach flips, and you glance around at the crowd. None of your friends are nearby.

“I didn’t-“You clear your throat, willing yourself to make your voice come out stronger. His shift in personality has really thrown you off. “I thought we were hanging out. I didn’t realize you thought these past few weeks were dates.”

“They were dates, Y/n. Does John B or Pope ever take you- just you - out for ice cream or to the movies?”

“No, but JJ-”

“Jesus, Y/n! JJ doesn’t view you as a friend. If we’re gonna be dating this summer, I don’t think you should hang out around him.” You were utterly confused. There was never a time when you two were hanging out. Did he act like this or make his intentions about dating you clear. And there was absolutely no way you would give up being around JJ, even if Dean’s attitude hadn’t done a 180.

You were beginning to panic, unsure how to handle his growing anger. 

“Dean!” Your shoulders immediately relaxed at the sound of another Pogues voice. You were sure his name was Noah, and that he was friends with the boys, but other than that, you didn’t really know him. You watched as Dean plastered a smile on his face and greeted his friend. Without warning, you slipped away from Dean and slipped through the crowd towards the bathroom.

Usually, a party like this is just what JJ needed, but his mood was much too sour to enjoy it. Not when you had shown up with Dean and disappeared into this run-down house on the Cut nearly an hour ago. He has tried desperately to shake you from his thoughts. But nothing has worked in the past couple of weeks, so he has spent this entire night pathetically sober and on edge.

John B and Pope had tried to include him in the conversation with other guys from the Cut, but he didn’t have the energy to pretend to be interested. So instead, he sat next to the fire along the group and continuously glanced back at the door as if somehow he could keep an eye on you that way.

Dean’s voice catches his attention and pulls him from his thoughts of you. Dean comes jogging down the steps carrying a beer and quickly finds an open seat amongst the guys. JJ ignores the urge to tell him his seat is taken; it feels too middle school.

“Where is she?” JJ asks, sounding terribly protective, but he can’t help it. He’s sat rigid in his seat, waiting for his cousin’s answer. He wouldn’t have left you alone at that party even for a second if he was with you.

“She wanted to spend some time with the girls.” Dean looks flatly at JJ, both boys growing frustrated with each other. Dean is becoming sick of JJ only acknowledging him when it has to do with you. He doesn’t want JJ’s thoughts to be of you at all. The tension between the two is glaringly apparent to the group, so Pope incessantly glances at the house door for about twenty minutes before JJ incessantly glancing at the house door finally pays off.

There you were.

Standing on the porch with tears streaming down your pretty cheeks and arms wrapped protectively around your stomach. JJ felt his stomach drop and the immediate desire to kill whoever made him feel like this. But it seems his cousin has the same desire because both boys stand up at the sight of you.

Dean is the first to step towards you, softly muttering your name. You don’t even glance in Dean’s direction. It isn’t until he repeats your name again, louder this time, that you finally look over at him.

JJ watches as you descend the steps, whip away a stray tear on your face, and stand a couple feet before the group of boys. You don’t take your eyes off Dean, and JJ prepares to watch Dean take you home and knows he will comfort you.

“I just wanna go home,” JJ doesn’t think he has ever heard you so broken up, and it makes him feel physically sick. “Can you please take me home?”

Dean immediately turns to grab his jacket that it tossed over one of the logs he was sitting on. “Of course, let me just-”

Then, you make eye contact with JJ, and the brief eye contact causes your eyes to tear up again. Without thinking, JJ jogs over and wraps you in his arms.

JJ has hugged you plenty of times, but he doesn’t think he’s ever felt you hold him this tight. Your arms are tossed around his shoulders as his arms are looped around your waist. Dean turns, ready to take you home, and falters when he sees you wrapped in JJ’s arms.

“JJ, I’ve got her. She asked me to take her home.” Dean’s voice is flat, and you tense in JJ’s arms. Hoping to get a look at Dean, you pull away from JJ slightly so you can look over at him. While hugging JJ, both of you had shifted so JJ’s back was no longer to the group. Instead, Dean has a clear shot of both sides and how you and JJ are so intertwined. He feels sick watching you grip JJ so tightly.

“I was talking to JJ.” At this, JJ’s grip tightens around you as a possessive feeling strikes through him. He wants to be smug; rub it in Dean’s face that you chose him. But he would much rather get you home and figure out why you were so upset.

You turn your head, looking up at him, with his shirt clenched between your fists. Looking down at you, he can see the tears glistening in your eyes. “JJ, I want you to take me home.”

“I know, baby. Let’s go home.” He places a gentle kiss on your forehead and leads you in the direction of the Chateau. 

It wasn’t until you got to the Chateau that you finally let JJ know that happened, and he had been pacing around his bedroom ever since.

“I’m gonna kill him,” JJ practically grits out, his jaw so tense from anger.

“No, you’re not,” You sniffle as you stay wrapped up in JJ’s hoodie and sheets. The second you had reached his room, you climbed into his bed, you’re ultimate comfort place. There were so many times when you ended up in JJ’s bed, feeling wholly protected just by being next to him.

“Y/n, he acted like you were his. He didn’t even ask you! He was-fuck!” The bed squeaks as JJ tosses himself down at the bottom edge of the bed. His head is buried in his hands, and you can see the tension in his back. You slip out from beneath the covers and crawl towards him without saying anything. He tenses when he feels you wrap your arms around him and rest your head on his shoulder, but then he shifts to hold you to him.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with men in my family.”

“You don’t have to apologize; you’re the only Maybank man I care about.” JJ nearly melts at the kiss you place on his cheek.

“Y/n.”

“JJ.”

“This wouldn’t have happened if I had told you sooner.”

“Told me what sooner?”

“About my feelings for you.” Your heart feels like it has given out when you hear him say this.

“No.” Your voice is a whisper as you look up at him.

“No?” His voice is just as soft as yours.

“That isn’t fair to put on yourself; Dean did what he did because he’s a dick.”

“I should have told you that I’ve been in love with you for a long that I can’t even remember when it started. It feels like I’ve loved you from the moment I saw you. I’ve loved you so for so fucking long, and I never told you,” He pauses, tucking a stray hair behind your ear like he did earlier in the night.

“I never thought I’d have a shot with you, and then I saw you with Dean. God, Y/n, I wanted to kill him. He had everything I ever wanted,” A soft sigh leaves his lips, and you simply watch him, your stomach fluttering at his confession.

JJ, you sigh, “Everyone knew my feelings about you; I don’t know how you didn’t. Why do you think I was always the first to clean you up after a fight? I would always share the couch with you if I had to. Not like it was a problem for me. I invited you to stay at my house; when have I ever invited Pope or John B to stay in my bed? I’ve always liked you, J, and always will.”

He stared at you as you talked, and you moved closer to him, taking a chance, sitting in his lap, and interlocking your hands behind his neck. His hands quickly found your waist and held you in his lap.

“I’ve always been in love with you,” You whispered softly, too nervous to say the words too loud, worried you might scare him off despite his previous comments. He didn’t say anything at first, simply tugging you into his chest so you had your legs wrapped around his waist as you hugged him. He pulled back to look at you, and your stomach flipped when you saw how he looked at you.

As close as you and JJ always were as friends, you had never been this close as you stared at him. Your heart was racing to see him stare at you like he found you stunning; he had never looked at you like this before. If he had, you had never gotten to see it.

“J?”

“Yea?”

“Can you kiss me?” When his lips meant yours, it wasn’t rough, or fast-it was gentle and soft-like he wanted to take all his time in the world with you. He brushed his lips against yours, slipping his hands into your hair. Relishing in the feeling of you pressed against him. His lips were soft and slow against yours, making you melt into him. Of all the times you had pictured kissing him, it had been quick and heated. But as he laid you down and pressed gentle kisses to your lips and neck, you preferred this to your fantasies.

He brushed his lips against yours, mumbling about how much he loved kissing you, making you smile against his lips. His hands trailed all over your body, barely touching against your skin, but enough to leave goosebumps behind. When he reached your hips, he would give a gentle squeeze. Sitting up, he used an arm to bring you up with him. You had waited so long to kiss JJ; now that you were, you didn’t want it to stop. His hands trailed along your thighs as you sat in his lap, leading the kiss.

“Arms up, baby,” He told you as he pulled your sweatshirt over your head, tossing it to the ground. Watching his eyes raking up and down your body made you dizzy. You let his eyes take in your body before tugging at the hem of his shirt, silently telling him that you wanted it off. This was your chance to admire his body’s dips and curves. There was never a time that you could admire him up close, and that you had, you never wanted to stop. You knew he was muscular from the countess times you had watched him surf and walk around shirtless, but getting to touch him this way was entirely different. Being alone meant you didn’t have to worry about your friends catching your longing looks; there was no John B to relentlessly tease you. Just you and JJ.

“You’re fucking beautiful,” He said as he slipped his fingers under your white bra straps and let them fall down your shoulders.

“Thank you, you’re pretty beautiful too,” Your voice teased as you threw your arms around his neck. Quickly, he leaned forward to kiss you, not wanting to waste another second without tasting you.

“Damn right,” He mumbled, making you giggle. You were about to reach around your back to rid yourself of your bra when he stopped you.

“That’s my job from now on,” He shot you a cocky grin and pushed your hands away from your bra to do it himself. He reached one hand around you, and you felt your bra drop.

“One hand, baby,” He joked. You laughed loudly, remembering that JJ and John B had borrowed yours and Kiara’s bras years ago, hoping to learn to do it one-handed. They eventually did know after you and Kiara stepped in to teach them.

“Pure fucking talent,” You sarcastically answered him, but he wasn’t really listening anymore. He groaned when he saw your bare tits and perky nipples. Your mind blanked as you heard the noise that came from him. 

His mouth closed around your nipple, biting gently, ripping a gasp from your throat. Their back arched into his chest to give him better access. He wrapped an arm around your waist to pull you closer to him. Beneath you, you could feel how quickly this was turning his hair wild from when you had your fingers through his hair. Soft sighs were filling the room as he licked and sucked, alternating between both of your tits. The wetness between your legs grew more apparent as he touched you.

He grabbed your waist and moved you off of his lap, pushing you down so that you were laid out underneath him. His hands slipped under the waistband of your shorts, tugging them down, bringing your underwear with them. Your first reaction was to close your legs; you were not used to having someone see you like this. But he gently placed his hands on your knees and pushed them apart. 

You sat up as he stood at the end of his bed, slipping his shorts down. Oh fuck. Wetness pooled between your thighs as his cock was released from his underwear. You had always wondered whether he would be big or small, and you weren’t surprised he was in the bigger size. A quick kiss was placed on your lips before he touched your chest, pushing you back on the bed. With your back against the pillows and your legs spread, he finally got to look at all of you. All bare and glistening, and he swore he had never been harder in his life. He glanced up at you, asking for permission, and you nodded. Pressing kisses from your ankles to between your thighs, he slowly made his way to where you wanted him most.

“God baby, you’re soaked for me,” You could only answer with a whimper as he slipped his fingers over your clit, causing you to arch your back. He was slow as he began to circle your clit, adding fingers to pump in and out of you.

The moan you let out was pornographic when he replaced his fingers with his mouth, letting his tongue slide along your pussy. From the bottom to the top, he licked through your folds. You could feel yourself dripping down your thighs, but you knew he wouldn’t if you asked him to go faster; he seemed pleased to take things slowly and gently.

“Your pussy tastes so good, it could eat you out for hours,” He mumbled against you, causing you to moan loudly. Your fingers twisted in the sheets as you continued licking and sucking your clit, bringing you closer to your orgasm. Your legs began to shake, and you were momentarily embarrassed. It had been months since you were last touched, and without warning, JJ between your thighs was bringing you to your orgasm embarrassingly quick. Without warning, he pulled away from you, leaving you a little confused.

“Lay at the end of the bed,” You were still shaky, but you did as you were told and glanced up at him, kneeling at the foot of his bed. He kissed your lips before standing up, and you realized what he had in mind.

You watched as he grabbed his cock between his hand and guided it into your mouth. The moan that left his mouth as he felt your mouth had you squeezing your thighs together.

“Holy fuck, you look so pretty like this,” Desperation laced through his voice, making you feel entirely feral for him. You were willing to do anything that he told you to do.

His hands were in your hair as he created a makeshift ponytail to hold you in place as he fucked your mouth. Youhines were muffled b cock, and from the sounds that were leaving him, you could tell he was enjoying this. A quick peek up at him let you know just how good he was feeling. The flush on his cheeks and his furrowed eyebrows were your indicators.

You pulled away from him with a pop, leaving a trail of salvia attaching you to him, “I need you to fuck me; I’ve waited too long to do this.” 

Your voice sounded incredibly desperate as you begged him. He said nothing, just leaned down to kiss you before reaching beside the bed. He dug around in his shorts before grabbing a condom from his wallet. You sent him a soft smile and laid your back against the pillows, waiting for him. He sat before you, then situated himself between your legs and used his arms to hold himself above you. He looked down at you, and you sent him a giggly smile.

“I love you, J,” You told him, causing him to gently lean down and kiss you.

“I love you, baby,” He whispered against your lips, sending butterflies throughout your stomach. 

He sat up, grabbing your thighs with both hands, moving your legs so that you could slip between them. Your knees were bent, and your legs were on either side of him as he brushed his fingers against your clit again.

“God, you have the prettiest pussy I have ever seen,” His simple words caused a gasp to be pulled from you.

His cock replaced his fingers, teasing your clit before sliding the tip inside you. At the feeling, both of you let out satisfied moans. JJ quickly grabbed your hands and intertwined your fingers before fully pushing inside of you slowly. “Jesus Christ,” He was nearly gone. “So fucking good.” All you could do was moan in response.

His thrusts began slow, sliding in and out of you at an agonizing pace, making you cry out at him to go faster. He didn’t listen.

“You look so pretty getting fucked,” He reached his hand down, using his thumb to rub against your clit in the slowest circles. “You’re doing such a good job, sweetheart.”

If you hadn’t been so fucked out, you would’ve been embarrassed at hearing how wet you were desperately cried a pathetic, moaning as he quickly flipped you over and grabbed get enough of you.”

When he slipped out of you, you desperately cried in protest. But he was quick to flip you over and grab your hips, pulling you onto all fours. He gave your hips a gentle squeeze and placed a few kisses on your shoulder. Your skin prickled with goosebumps as he ran his fingers down your spine. Lifting yourself up so your back was pressed against him and your neck was exposed so he could press kisses against you. His arms slid around your waist, his right hand going up to grab at your tits as he nipped at your neck. Your legs felt shaky as he held you up and against him. The moans that filled your ears being this close to him drove you crazy. You didn’t think you would ever get used to hearing him like this. So fucked out and close to coming.

“Fuck J, please go harder.”

“You want me to fuck you harder, baby?” You babbled incoherently in response, making JJ grin.

“Beg me, sweetheart.”

“Fuck, JJ! Please, I need more of your cock. I want you to take me, be rough with me.”

He pushed you forward, forcing you back on all fours. You let out a loud ‘fuck’ when he shoved his cock back into you, not sure how long you could hold yourself up. His hands gripped your hips tightly, keeping you in place, and he slid his cock in and out of you, the room filling with both of your moans.

“Is that what you wanted, baby? Wanted to fucked rougher?”

As he quickened his pace, you stuck your ass in the air and pressed your cheek against the bed, raising your arms above your head as he fucked you. Your fingers were tangled in the sheets, and you knew the neighbors could probably hear you. Out of all the times you had been with a guy, you didn’t think you had ever been this loud. Each time he thrust into you, you let out a high-pitched moan, unable to stop yourself.

His name and curses fell through your lips, and you got closer and closer to coming. You knew you would come quicker than you usually would since you had spent years fantasizing about JJ. You had spent countless nights getting off to the thought of getting to be with JJ, and if you knew him at all-he did too.

“Fuck JJ, I’m getting close,” You whined, your voice shaky as he pounded into you. “Gonna cum!”

“Fuck. Cum on my cock, sweetheart,” you knew you could let go with him. You could tell by his quickened pace and sloppy thrusts.

When you felt him grab your hips hard and pound into you a few more times, you knew you could let go with him.

“JJ! Fuck, I-”

“I know, fuck. I’m gonna cum.” that admission, your back arched as you felt your pussy squeeze around him. The moans leaving you were beyond loud, and you hoped to God none of your friends had decided to come back from the party.

“Fuck.” He grunted as he thrust one final time into you before squeezing your hips tightly. The feeling of him switching inside you sent you over the edge. You let go, pleasure coursing through you as you felt your whole body shake as the feeling shot through your entire body.

“Jesus, baby,” JJ mumbled as his head dropped to your back. You let out a giggle, understanding how fucked out he was feeling.

He slowly slid out, falling onto the bed next to you. You let your hips drop, moving so that you were on your side facing him. You were both breathing hard and knew you would need a shower and clean sheets after this.

“God, I love you.” He kisses your head before standing up and heading into your bathroom. You hear him come back after a few minutes.

“Turn over, baby.” You turn to see him with a warm washcloth; he slowly moves your legs apart and cleans up the mess between them. Your heart melts as you watch him take care of you. Once he’s done, he tosses the rag and lays beside you; you move so that you’re lying against his chest, and he throws his blanket over the both of you.

“JJ?”

“Yea, sweetheart?”

“Thank you for taking me home.”

“Be fucking quiet; you’re gonna wake her up.” JJ snapped, sending a glare over at John B. It was nearly 9 am, and they were the only two awake, the rest of the group fast asleep after the party.

“I am being fucking quiet, dumbass.”

“I don’t need her finding out what happened this morning,” He grumbled, glancing down at his bruised and bloody knuckles. John B’s snort caught his attention, and he glanced up at his best friend, who was looking at his hand.

“Like that won’t give it away?”

“I’ll just say I got into it with some kooks.”

“You’re gonna lie to her?” John B sent him an unimpressed look.

“Jesus, John B! I don’t know what I’m gonna tell her yet.”

“Tell her the truth. That you beat the shit out of our cousin for her,” He shrugged like it was the most straightforward option. “Where is she anyway? Did you take her home?”

JJ faltered at that question, the memories of last night running through his head. He still needed to update John B that your friendship had been properly ruined. But he didn’t know what the two of you were now. Were you dating? Casually seeing each other for now? That was something that he should clear up soon.

“No, she’s uh-“His door creaked, and you were wrapped in his sheets. Your hair was a mess, a couple of marks littered your neck, and your eyes were squinted with sleep.

“J?” You called quietly, and JJ nearly melted. How did he get so lucky? How did this angel have feelings for him? “Can you come back? I miss you.”

You must have been delirious with sleep and not have even noticed John B because there was no way you would’ve felt comfortable looking and speaking this vulnerably in front of him any other time.

“Yea, baby. I’ll be there.” You sent him a sleepy smile and closed the door. JJ nearly jumped up from his spot to get to you.

“Baby?” John B let out, sounding incredibly smug and wearing a grin. “Looks like you finally told her.”

JJ didn’t say anything; he just flipped him off with a smug smile as he closed the door to his bedroom and slipped into bed with you.

“Hi,” He quietly greeted as he settled into his pillow facing you.

“Why’d you leave?” Your voice was laced with sleep as you scooted closer to him.

“I went and saw Dean,” He felt you tense in his arms, and for a second, he wondered if he had made the wrong decision by telling you. He would never regret punching his cousin for the way he treated you.

“J, what did you do?”

“I punched him, and I know you aren’t a fan of that, but-“His words were cut off by pressing your lips to his.

“Thank you, he deserved it,” You quietly mumbled before snuggling back into his chest.

JJ had never loved you more.

Blackout

Warnings: unprotected intoxicated sex

I wake up naked with a sticky mess between my thighs and my pussy sore. More sore than it’s ever been. I’m still groggy from sleep as I try to wake up and put together what happened last night. The familiar smell of the room tells me that I’m in JJ’s bed which means the arm thrown over my waist belongs to him. My head is still spinning from the alcohol so I don’t try to sit up to look at him. He’s sleeping peacefully on his stomach, our bodies pressed firmly together. He’s practically burning me with the heat of his body. JJ’s chin is resting against my shoulder as he exhales low and long, the smell of alcohol still there but he looks so damn cute.

We definitely fucked last night and I don’t remember a thing about it.

Thank god I’m on birth control.

The urge to empty my bladder suddenly hits me the more alert I become so I have no choice but to carefully untangle myself from him to dip into the bathroom. I clean up the best I can although my hair is a rats nest and I’m still slightly swaying on my feet.

I make a mental note to never play Tequila Slaps with JJ ever again. The thought of tequila makes me nauseous so I quickly take sips of water from the sink. I straighten again to study myself in the mirror. No one had ever marked me - or claimed me - the way that he has. Aside from my hair, there were more hickies than I’d ever had in my life along with teeth marks and finger bruises.

How did we fuck this intensely and I don’t even remember? Fucking tequila. My arm brushes my nipple and I wince, the nubs sensitive as hell and throbbing. What did he do to me?

I wonder back out to the bedroom to find JJ still in the same spot I’d left him in. It would be stupid now to go sleep out on the pullout couch after what obviously happened last night so I scoop up one of his shirts to pull on when he clears his throat, telling me he’s awake.

“Don’t put that on.” His deep, throaty sleep filled voice instantly gives me butterflies, my greedy and sore pussy pulsing in response.

“I’m naked.” I hiss, like he doesn’t know that.

“I’m aware. Lay back down.” JJ grumbles without ever opening his eyes. I hesitate, fully aware that if I climb back in that bed that I might as well mount him too because when he rolls over onto his back, his dick is painfully hard and ready. His blue eyes finally open just enough to glare at me as he holds his arm out, waiting for me to curl in next to him.

“I think we fucked last night, dude.” I mumble, slowly lowering myself down on the bed next to him. I want to hide myself but what’s the point? He’s obviously already seen it.. fucked it.. tasted it. “I don’t remember anything.”

“Hmm. I can tell.” JJ murmurs, his voice still low and filled with sleep. And now lust. “My dick is raw.” I let him pull me into his arms, my breasts smashed against his side and he pulls my leg up over his waist. This felt.. right. I just had uncontrollably butterflies in my stomach and my pussy was throbbing.

“JJ—.”

“Shut up and kiss me.” JJ immediately cups my face, tilting my head up as he smashes his lips to mine. I moan into his mouth, my hand twisting in his hair as he turns to press his body against mine. I couldn’t tell where I ended and he began as he devoured my mouth. I’m gently pushed onto my back before he’s on top of me, spreading my legs wide. He pulls back to sit up and watch between our bodies as he runs his cock up and down my slit.

“You cleaned up. That’s not fair. I wanted to see my work.” JJ rasps, his hooded gaze focused on my dripping pussy.

“JJ.” I whimper, aching to have him inside me but I was nervous. Maybe even self conscious.

“Shh. We’re still drunk. We don’t know what we’re doing.” JJ gives me a small smile, making me relax a little before he thrusts inside me. My eyes widen and my mouth falls open as he fills me deeply, too deeply. I watch as his head tips back with a low sexy moan that has me clenching even harder. His mouth covers mine again as he starts to move, his hands shoving my knees to my shoulders.

“Oh, fuck.” My back threatens to arch as he hits that sweet spot with every stroke, my eyes nearly crossing as I claw at his back.

“Do you remember now?” JJ growls in my ear, moving just right so the bed doesn’t slam against the wall. I hiccup a sob as my body heats beyond measure. Images of us sweaty and rolling around in the sheets flashed before my eyes, his tongue buried between my thighs, and his cock so far down my throat that I can’t breathe. I suck in a breath as I start to cum, his hand clamping down over my mouth to muffle the sounds that I can’t stop as he completely wrecks me. I become desperate. Desperate for more as I claw at his shoulders, locking my legs around his waist as I meet his movements. One orgasm quickly turned to two and tears filled my eyes from the pure intensity of it.

“There she is. My little wild cat, desperate for cock.” JJ taunts, lifting up on his knees and planting a hand on my chest to hold me down as he keeps delivering brutal blows to my sore pussy. He was right. I was desperate for his cock.

“Yes, yes, yes.” I chant, bringing my fingers to my clit in time for my pussy to gush more cum. I didn’t even care how sore I was from the inside out. I just didn’t want to stop cumming and I didn’t want to miss his face when I did.

I can tell by the way he’s panting as he pounds into me that’s he’s close too but I was far from satisfied. There was no way I’d be able to leave this room anytime soon.

heyy can i have a sub rafe and reader is fucking him non stop that he cried and u can add anything afterthat :))

Warnings: sub/dom, overstimulation, crying kink, bondage, breeding, degradation, mommy kink, probably more.

“What’s wrong? Does it hurt? Are you too dumb to speak, Rafey? My pussy too good for you?” I keep my hands planted on his chest as I bounce of his massive cock. Who knew Rafe Cameron was a total sub? Big bad cokehead outside the bedroom but inside, he loved to be used and tied up. Degraded and humiliated. Slapped around. Pegged. The guy had serious mommy issues too. He was perfect.

“You’re lucky you’re pretty and have such a nice cock. My pussy making you dumb? You pussy whipped for mommy?” I speed up as I feel him cumming again, moaning behind his ball gag as tears fall freely from his big blue eyes.

“You’re such a good fuck, Rafey. Nothing but a stupid fuck toy for me to use however I want. You’re nothing but a dick for me to ride until your cum runs down my legs.” I take in his red rimmed eyes, face covered in sweat and tears as he whimpers incoherently. Such a pretty mess. And all mine.

I pry the ball gag from his mouth and he sucks in a deep breath, his bottom lip quivering as I keep riding him.

“Look at my sweet boy, so dazed and confused.” I slap his cheek lightly as his eyes start to roll back as he cums again, pathetic little whines leaving his lips as his body trembles.

“M-mommy, please. It’s too much. It hurts.” Rafe cries, pulling against his restraints.

“But you’re still so hard inside me, Rafey.” I lean in and press my lips to his. He kisses me back urgently, nipping at my lips like he can’t get enough.

“You know your safe words. Use them if you need them.” I whisper but he shakes his head, desperate to prove he can take me. I smirk as I sit back up, rolling my hips back and forth. I could feel his cum leaking out of me and down onto the bed. Leaving a nice big wet spot.

“Silly boy. You’re not going to walk right for a week.”

Alright @blueicequeen19 here's my take

Exhibitionism

Sub!JJ Maybank x dom!fem!reader

(My work is not to be copied or transfered. However, you may reblog the shit out of it.)

A/n: literally the first thing I've managed to write in what feels like for ever

Warnings: sub!JJ, dry humping, mommy kink, usage of sex toys, exhibitionism (obvi), humiliation kink, degrading, praise kink, unedited,

His constant squirming kept you bitting back a smug grin of obviously enjoyment. You were in public - dinner, a date - and he couldn't stop his clearly uncomfortable fidgeting. Blue eyes widening, lust blown, as you trailed the toe of your maroon stilettos up the inner portion of his thigh. "Behave yourself, beautiful, if you want mommy to take care of you later." The words, whispered seductively, carried only far enough to reach his red tented ears, eliciting a needy whine from your sub. You brought your lips together in a way that feigned shushing him and he sat back, shying against the booth.

"Hi, my name's Lizzy, I'm going to be your server today. What can I get you guys started off with?" The brunette looked from you to your boyfriend, taking in his twitching fingers and bouncing thighs, napkin laid over his lap. She turned to you with concern but you met her gaze with nothing more than a polite smile. You took the opportunity to turn up the remote, watching your waitress's gaze snap back at the audible gasp from your date. "I'll have an ice tea, please, if you don't mind and- JJ?" He looked up at you with tear filled eyes, watching your smirk lift up with amusement. "I- I'll, um, I'll have the same."

You beamed proudly at him, making eye contact before he quickly dropped his back to his lap. You turned back to the waitress to see her staring at you with an odd look. You put on a faux look of sympathy, whispering to her as if revealing a secret. "He's really shy. There's just a lot for him to take in right now, being here." She nodded, lips forming an "o" in understanding. Quickly, her look was replaced with a cheerful smile and she snapped her pad shut after having written down the drinks. "Alright, I'll be right back with those. Do we need menus?" You turned up the vibrations again, watching the way JJ jumped but your waitress seemed to have missed the difference this time.

"No, thank you. We're just going to discuss." She nodded and walked away and you turned back to your boyfriend, taking in his white knuckle grip on the edge of the table. "Please, mommy, please... I- I need it." His eyes found yours, bottom lip bitten to the point of drawing a bead of blood. Your face softened but as your foot came back up to graze his bulge he could tell it wasn't genuine. "Need what, baby? More bread sticks? I'm sure we can ask our waitress." His eyes were pleading, lip trembling with desperation. "Please." It was so faint, carried on a breathless exhale at best. "Rut against my foot, J. That's all you're getting."

He slid up in the booth, hissing as your pointed toe pressurized against his bulge. You reached for another bread stick, slowly nibbling away at it as he started rubbing himself against you through the confinements of his slacks. You glanced over the restaurant, taking in the laughing faces of couples, some less happy than others it seemed as one girl got up and stormed out. You watched her go, turning back to the confused face of the man she had been dining with. Your own company made a needy little sound and your turned to him, knit brows telling you he was close. It hadn't even been three minutes.

"Aww, is my little boy close already? You like humping mommy's foot that much, babe?" He flushed deep with embarrassment and you laughed. Of course, you knew he didn't really have some sort of fetish for the thing, no. He was just desperate and needing for any form of relief he could get. If that meant humping your foot, he'd take it. "Are you going to make a mess for me? Let me feel you cum under my foot and then sit there in soaked boxers for the rest of dinner?" Your words set him off and he gasped loudly, though thankfully the noise was swallowed by the buzz of the busy restaurant. You felt him twitch and throb beneath your shoe, hips bucking a bit more sporadically now than they had been. He was making a scene and yet no one else seemed to notice.

Finally he stopped humping you and slumped back in his seat, hands still gripping the table until you finally turned off the toy and gave him some relief. You leaned forwards across the table and eyed the large cum stain on his slacks, amusement bubbling from your chest in a teasing giggle. His eyes were half closed in a post orgasmic haze and you grinned. Reaching your hand across the table to offer him the last bite of your bread stick. He took it obediently, blossoming a fuzzy feeling beneath the prideful smile you gave him. Then your waitress returned and put a damper on the moment. "Okay, here are your drinks and- are we ready to order yet?"

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Based on the tweet below. Unedited. FLUFF!!

Romantic Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader - (Teen Wolf). Ft. Noah.

Imagine... In which, friends don't usually make eachothers heart rate go up as you do, for Stiles.

"Dad, no, I'm meeting Y/n. I don't need that..." Stiles shook his head, refusing the bracelet.

"Like, hell you do!" Noah took no for an answer, slapping the bracelet on his wrists, and securing it. "You heard your doctor... all that werewolf-demon hunting, or whatever, you get Scott into--" Stiles scoffs at that, "has put stress on your heart and you need to keep an eye on it."

"But--"

"No buts." Noah gave him a stern look, "now go, enjoy your date! And dont take that off! I'll know if you do."

Noah sent him off, keeping an eye on him as he went. Making sure Stiles didn't take it off as soon as he stepped out the door.

Rolling his eyes as Stiles mumbled an unconvincing, "it's not a date, we're just friends..." under his breath.

"Yeah, right..." Noah scoffed, "Friends my ass."

//

Beep.beep.beep.

"Mm, wait--" you pulled back with a pop, lips chapped, "what is that?"

Beep.beep.beep.

"What's what?" Stiles asked, not caring. Lips pursed and waiting for more.

Beep.beep.beep.

"That!" You exclaimed, bringing him out of his state of bliss and causing him to slap a hand over his wrist, embarrassed, "Stiles, what is that noise?"

"Uhhh, the... oven?" He pouted, cutely, squinting his eyes. A tell of his. "Yeah! I, uh, I left it on." He slaps his forehead with an open palm, "stupid me."

Shaking your head, amused by his antics. You teased, "Stiles... we've been best friends for years and not once, have I known you to cook."

"You don't know that!" He slapped the hand, equipped with the watch, to his chest, appalled. Before slapping it back down, realizing he might've given himself a way. Nonetheless, he didn't relent, still playing into the lie. "I could've taken up baking for all you know."

"Yeah, maybe..." You shrugged, "But we're also miles from your house, remember?" Your words have him surveying the area, to which, he found you to be telling the truth. You both sat on the hood of his beloved Roscoe (something he'd let absolutely no one else but you do) and looking over Beacon Hills.

Gasping dramatically, he let out a cute, "ha! Would you look at that...you can hear my oven all the way from up here," He gazed back at you with a smirk before giving in with a sigh at the look you gave him.

He didn't say anything, he just dropped his wrist into your lap, preparing for the unlimited teasing that was gonna ensue.

"Aww, is the little puppy excited?" You laughed at the way he turned his head. Pouting like the overgrown puppy that he is.

Leaning over to place a delicate hand on his jaw, you motioned for him to look back at you so you were face to face, noses just touching, "well, I think its cute."

"Yeah?" He nudged his nose against yours, all resolve falling at the attention you gave him.

"Yeah..." You leaned in closer, lips pressing deliciously into his and causing the beeping to increase significantly. Damn near breaking it and allowing him to see the truth in his fathers words...

Yeah... we're definitely not 'just friends'.

Written & Posted by @noonesgoneuntiltheyregone on: 17/10/23. Likes, feedback and reblogs are extremely welcomed!!

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Pairings: JJ x fem!bestfriend!xreader

Warnings: MDNI, unsolicited dick pic, sexting, mention of masterbation, making out, etc.

Summary: JJ woke Y/N up at early hours of the morning because he needed her help.

Authors Note: Enjoy! Let me know if I should write a part 2!

I woke up to the sound of my phone going off. I looked at the clock that sat next to my bed. It read 1:36am.

*1 New Message from Jayj <3*

JJ: Hey are you awake?

I groaned. What could my best friend possibly need at this time? Was he in trouble? Was he hurt? I had no idea.

Y/N: I am now. What's up are you okay??

I wasn't expecting an immediate response but that's what I got.

JJ: No I need your help

Y/N: What's wrong?? Do I need to come get you?

JJ: No but if you came over I wouldn't mind 😉

That is not the kind of response that you use when your friend thinks you are dying, well unless you are JJ Maybank.

Y/N: Okay then what do you need?? Why did you wake me up???

JJ: I'm hornyyyyy

A sudden redness shot to my cheeks. JJ definitely play flirted with his friends, including me but this takes the cake. Yes he was hot, yes I had a little crush on him, no I did not expect this.

Y/N: Uhm- why are you telling me this JJ?

JJ: Bc you're my best friend, and I've noticed the way you've been looking at me. You undress me with your eyes every time you see me

Somehow I was blushing even harder than before. How did he know? Before I could respond I heard my phone ding again.

JJ: I know you wanna see what I'm packing, you're at least a lil curious.

(Authors Note: MDNI!!! This is a RANDOM dick pic I found online. Please proceed at your own risk.)

I gasped. I wasn't entirely ready to see that, but I'm not gonna lie I did like it.

Y/N: JJ. You're my best friend, and don't you have a line of girls ready for you at all times?

JJ: I mean I guess, but none of them are you.

JJ WANTED ME?!?! OF ALL PEOPLE, MY BEST FRIEND WHO I HAVE HAD A CRUSH ON FOR A YEAR, WANTS ME?!?!

Y/N: What do you need from me JJ?

JJ: I need you to talk dirty to me please. I'll do anything.

I gave in so quickly. This could be the one chance I have with him.

Y/N: Are you touching yourself baby?

This was my first time talking like this so I had no idea what I was doing.

JJ: Just for you princess.

The thought of JJ touching himself to me and calling me princess got me extremely excited.

I couldn't stop my hand from creeping into my pants as I texted JJ back with my non-dominant hand.

Y/N: Mmm Jayj I can't stop thinking about your huge cock.

JJ: Oh fuck, please tell me you are touching yourself too.

I wasn't sure if I should lie or not.

Y/N: Of course I am after seeing you.

JJ: Good girl.

Fuck. Me. That is so hot, especially coming from him of all people.

Y/N: JJ I need you. I can't just do this by myself. I'm no good at dirty talk.

JJ: *Read 2:04 AM*

Oh no. He hates me now. He knew I wasn't experienced but he was always nice about that. This will be awkward to bring up at a later time.

About 10 minutes went by and I heard a *tink* on my window. I look over and see JJ sitting on my roof waving back at me. I eagerly opened my window and welcomed him in. Before I could get any words to leave my mouth his hands found my hips and his lips had found mine. He walked me backwards until my legs hit the edge of my bed. He laid me down and continued our deep kiss.

"Fuck you're so hot." He whispered in my ear after sucking on my soft spot. There would definitely be a mark on my neck for a little while. I blushed when I heard him call me that. No one has ever called me that. Then I started to get self conscious. "JJ...before we continue I want to know your intentions." "Y/N. I have been in love with you since the day we met. I was waiting for you for years. I realized you probably would never want me, so I started acting like a slut. But my intentions are to please you tonight and hopefully every night for the rest of our lives. Ya know if you let me ask you out." I couldn't stop the redness forming in my cheeks. I tried to put up a wall of confidence really fast. "Is that your way of asking Maybank? Or just what you say to all of your random hookups?" My eyebrow lifted as I stared into his gorgeous blue eyes. "Maybe it is, and I've never said that to anyone else, I cross my heart and hope to die." His eyes never left mine as he made the hand motions to go with his phrase. I trusted him. I trusted this man with my whole heart. I didn't say anything, I just attached my lips to his once again. This was going to be a long night and a good life.

(Authors Note: Let me know if you'd like a part two! I was going to write a whole sex scene but I thought this was already long enough.)