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I'm a 100% sure that this is what you'll see before he fucks the shit out of you. You can't convince me otherwise.

"people are allowed to dislike things"

WRONG. NO ONE is allowed to dislike bucky barnes.

Does he always just stare like that?

I see no difference

off limits (jj maybank x fem!reader)

— based off of this request. I hope you like it nonny! ❤︎

summary: you were John b’s little sister — the one jj knew he couldn’t have. but no matter how many drinks he downed or how many girls he pulled close, nothing could numb the way he wanted you.

warnings: angst, cussing, jealous!jj, jealous!reader, protective!johnb, drinking, kegger, douchebags, brief unwanted touching, protective!jj, arguing, love confession, small makeout sesh.

word count: 3.8k

You weren’t sure when it changed—when he changed.

JJ had always been your brother’s reckless, shit-talking best friend. The one who used to ruffle your hair like you were some annoying little kid, never sparing you a second glance. The one who stole fries off your plate without asking, flashing that infuriatingly smug grin when you glared at him. The one who teased you relentlessly, calling you kid or princess, like that was all you’d ever be to him, just John B’s little sister.

For years, he had been this untouchable presence in your life. Always there, always close, but never yours. He was the loudest in the room, the wildest of the Pogues, the one who could charm his way out of damn near anything. And to him, you had always been just that—the little girl trailing behind her older brother, desperately trying to keep up.

But somewhere along the way, something shifted.

JJ never thought much about you when you were younger. To him, you were just John B’s little sister—the tagalong, the kid who was always there, always in the background. You were the one who whined when he and John B ran too fast ahead, who used to get mad when they wouldn’t let you in on their stupid schemes. You were the little girl with scraped knees and tangled hair, always trying to prove you could keep up with the boys.

And for years, that’s all you were in his head—this little sister figure, someone to look out for but never really see. He’d ruffle your hair absentmindedly, steal food off your plate just to piss you off, tease you for things that barely made sense just to watch you get riled up. It was easy, natural. He never had to think twice about it.

But somewhere along the way, it changed.

JJ didn’t notice it at first, not really. You were always around, always there, just like you’d always been. But then one day—fuck, he didn’t even know when exactly he looked at you and saw something different.

It was little things at first. The way your laugh wasn’t the same high-pitched giggle he remembered but something richer, smoother—something that sent a shiver down his spine when he wasn’t expecting it. The way your eyes caught the light just right, making him stare a second too long before forcing himself to look away.

And then, suddenly, it wasn’t little things anymore.

It was the way your body had changed—how the softness of youth had melted into curves, how your legs looked longer, leaner, in those goddamn shorts you always wore. It was the way you carried yourself now, with a confidence that wasn’t there before. You didn’t try to be noticed, didn’t seek attention, and that made it worse. Because JJ noticed.

And fuck, you were beautiful. Not just pretty, not just cute, beautiful. The kind that made his mouth go dry, made his pulse stutter in a way that pissed him off because this was you. The same girl who used to chase after him and John B, the same girl who once cried because she lost her favorite bracelet in the marsh. But now? Now you were the girl who made his stomach tighten with something sharp and dangerous.

It hit him like a sucker punch one night when you were sitting by the fire, your head tilted back as you laughed at something Pope said. The flames flickered against your skin, turning your smile golden, your eyes bright, and JJ just stared. His chest went tight, his fingers twitching like they wanted to do something—reach out, touch, claim.

And that was when he realized he was fucked.

Because suddenly, you weren’t just John B’s little sister anymore— and that… was a fucking problem.

JJ had always been reckless, impulsive, the guy who did whatever the hell he wanted without thinking about the consequences. But this? You?

You were the one thing he couldn’t have. And John B made damn sure to remind him of that the second he caught him looking at you differently.

It happened fast. Too fast for JJ to even pretend he hadn’t been staring.

One second, he was watching you, completely wrapped in the way your lips curled around your beer bottle, the way your fingers absentmindedly traced over your thigh as you listened to Kie talk. And then fuck—your eyes met his. Just for a second. Just long enough for his pulse to kick up and for something unspoken to pass between you.

And that’s when John B’s voice cut through the noise, low and warning. “Nope.”

JJ barely had time to react before John B was in front of him, shoving a beer into his chest like that would somehow distract from the fact that JJ had definitely just been checking out his sister.

“Nope?” JJ echoed, playing dumb, throwing on that signature smirk like it would get him out of this.

John B didn’t buy it for a second.

“I know that look, dude,” he muttered, voice low so the others wouldn’t hear. His eyes were sharp, narrowed in a way that JJ rarely saw unless shit was serious. “And I’m telling you right now—don’t.”

JJ scoffed, popping the beer open with unnecessary force. “The hell are you talking about?”

John B’s jaw tensed. “You know what I’m talking about. Don’t even try that bullshit with me.” His voice dropped lower, a quiet threat buried beneath his words. “She’s off limits.”

JJ clenched his jaw, fighting the urge to roll his eyes. Off limits. Like he was some dumbass who needed to be told. Like he hadn’t already spent weeks—months—forcing himself to ignore the way you made his heart fucking race every time you so much as looked at him.

“I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about,” JJ muttered, taking a long pull from his beer, eyes darting anywhere but John B’s.

“Bullshit.” John B took a step closer, voice just low enough so no one else could hear. “I’ve seen the way you look at her.”

JJ felt his stomach tighten, but he kept his face blank, years of lying his way out of trouble kicking in. “The fuck does that mean?”

John B huffed a humorless laugh, shaking his head. “It means I know you, JJ. I know exactly what’s going on in that dumbass head of yours. And I’m telling you, whatever you’re thinking? Don’t.”

JJ should’ve said something—should’ve laughed it off, shoved John B’s shoulder, made a joke about how he wasn’t into you like that. But he couldn’t. Because the truth was, John B wasn’t wrong.

And fuck, that pissed him off. JJ swallowed hard, hating how fucking right John B was.

Because yeah, maybe he wanted you. Maybe he thought about you way more than he should. Maybe he’d caught himself staring at your lips, wondering how they’d feel against his own. Maybe he’d imagined what you’d sound like if he ever got the chance to touch you the way he wanted to.

But none of that mattered. Because you were off limits.

So, fine. If staying away was what John B wanted—what you deserved—then that’s what JJ would do.

And if that meant drowning himself in cheap beer and meaningless hookups to get you out of his fucking head? Then so be it.

If JJ Maybank wanted to drown himself in cheap beer and meaningless hookups, who were you to stop him?

That’s what you told yourself every time you watched him stumble around a kegger, some random girl tangled in his arms, lips pressed to hers like she was the only thing keeping him breathing. You told yourself it didn’t matter—that it wasn’t your place to care.

But fuck, it hurt.

It hurt every single time.

You weren’t even sure when it started—when JJ became more than just your brother’s best friend, more than the boy who used to steal your fries and ruffle your hair like you were some annoying little kid. Maybe it was the way his laugh made your heart skip, or the way his stupid, cocky smirk could turn your whole day around. Maybe it was the way he looked at you sometimes—like you weren’t just John B’s little sister, like you were something else.

At least, you used to think so. But then came the girls. And suddenly, JJ was never alone at a party. There was always someone new. Some girl in tight shorts and sun-kissed skin, some girl who wasn’t you.

You told yourself you were happy for him. That this was just JJ being JJ—reckless, wild, untouchable. That you had no right to be upset, no reason to feel like your stomach was being fucking ripped apart every time you saw him with someone else.

Because at the end of the day, you were just John B’s little sister. That’s all you’d ever be.

So you laughed along when the guys teased JJ about his latest fling, smiled when he threw an arm around your shoulder like you were one of the boys, swallowed back the ache in your chest when he leaned in and whispered about the girl he was taking home that night.

And when you saw him at the next party, tangled up with someone new, hands gripping her waist like she was the only thing on his mind? You just turned away. Because if JJ could pretend you didn’t fucking matter, then you could do the same.

You were halfway through your drink when he showed up, some guy you didn’t recognize, all too-smooth smile and sun-bleached hair.

“Didn’t think someone like you would be standing here alone.” His voice was low, like he thought that made him sound charming.

You forced a smile, barely hearing him over the thump of the music. Perfect. This was exactly what you needed — something, anything to distract you from the sight of JJ Maybank’s hands gripping some random girl’s waist like she was his fucking lifeline.

“I guess I’m just lucky like that,” you said, taking a sip of your drink.

He grinned wider, stepping closer. “Lucky, huh?”

He was standing too close now — his shoulder brushing yours, his gaze lingering a little too long on your legs. But you didn’t back away. Because if JJ could pretend you didn’t matter, then you could do the same.

“So,” the guy said, leaning in even closer. “You from around here?”

You almost laughed. Seriously? That was his line?

“Yeah,” you said dryly. “Pretty sure everyone here is.”

He chuckled like you’d said something funny. “Guess I’ll have to get to know you better then.”

His hand found your arm, too casual, like he thought he had a right to touch you. You almost shrugged him off, but then you caught something in the corner of your eye.

JJ.

He was watching. His arm was still slung lazily around the girl from earlier, but his gaze was locked on you. His smile was gone, replaced with something sharper, something darker.

And for a second, a stupid, reckless second, you leaned in closer to the guy. “You wanna grab another drink?” you asked, your voice just loud enough that you knew JJ could hear.

The guy grinned like he’d just hit the jackpot. “Hell yeah.”

He reached for your hand, and you let him.

You told yourself it didn’t matter, that JJ’s gaze burning into the side of your face wasn’t the reason you were doing this. That you weren’t playing a game you’d already lost.

The guy’s arm stayed draped lazily over your shoulders as you walked toward the keg. His fingers traced your bare skin, and you forced yourself to ignore the unease curling in your stomach. This was fine. This was what you wanted — a distraction, something to pull your mind off JJ Maybank and the way he’d spent the last few months tangled up with random girls that weren’t you.

“I’ll grab you one,” the guy said, flashing you a grin before reaching for a cup.

You gave a tight smile and let your eyes drift back to the fire, searching the crowd even though you knew exactly who you were looking for. Sure enough, JJ was still watching. His arms were crossed over his chest, face half-lit by the flames, jaw tight enough to crack.

Don’t think about him.

The guy returned a moment later, handing you a drink and stepping even closer. “So,” he said, voice low. “You wanna get outta here?”

You forced a smile. “I’m good right here.”

“Yeah?” His hand slid to your waist again, lower this time, fingers pressing against the curve of your hip.

Your smile faltered. “I said I’m good.”

But he didn’t move. His grip tightened just a little, and suddenly you felt boxed in and his body was too close, the noise of the party swallowing your voice.

“C’mon,” he coaxed. “Don’t be like that.”

“Dude, I said no.” You took a step back, but his fingers caught your wrist before you could pull away.

“The lady said no.”

JJ’s voice cut through the noise like a knife, sharp and cold and suddenly he was there, shoving his way between you and the guy. His hand shot out, fingers clamping around the guy’s wrist hard enough to make him wince.

“Let go,” JJ warned, voice low and dangerous.

“Jesus, chill out, man.” The guy released you instantly, yanking his arm back like he’d been burned. “I was just talking to her.”

“Yeah?” JJ’s eyes narrowed, that wild edge flickering behind his gaze. “Then you can fuck off somewhere else.”

The guy muttered something under his breath, but he didn’t push it. He turned and stalked back toward the party, disappearing into the crowd.

“Fucking asshole,” JJ muttered, still glaring after him.

You crossed your arms tightly over your chest, your heart still racing. “I could’ve handled it.”

JJ turned to you then, eyes dragging over your face like he was trying to convince himself you were okay. “I know,” he said finally, voice softer now. “I know you could’ve.”

His eyes flicked lower, and you suddenly realized his hand was still on your waist. His fingers pressed firm and warm against your skin, grounding you in a way you hadn’t even known you needed.

“You good?” he asked.

You swallowed hard, your throat suddenly tight. “Yeah,” you said, but your voice wavered.

JJ’s gaze lingered a second longer before his hand slid away, leaving a trail of heat behind. “You shouldn’t let assholes like that put their hands on you,” he muttered.

“Oh yeah?” You forced a shaky laugh. “Guess I’ll start carrying a taser.”

JJ snorted, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “I mean it,” he said, more serious now. “You deserve better than some drunk douchebag who doesn’t know what ‘no’ means.”

“Yeah?” You arched a brow. “And who exactly do I deserve?”

“You’re always doing this,” JJ barked, his voice sharp and strained like he was barely holding something back.

“Doing what?” you shot back, your voice just as heated. “Go ahead, JJ, fucking say it.”

“You always go for the wrong guys,” he snapped. “Every time.”

You let out a harsh laugh, one that hurt your chest. “Oh, that’s rich coming from you. What do you even care? You’ve been too busy screwing half the island to notice anything I do.”

JJ’s face twisted, that easy grin of his long gone. “Yeah?” His voice dipped lower. “Well, at least I know what I’m getting into. Meanwhile, you’re out here letting assholes sweet-talk you into shit you know better than to fall for.”

“Yeah? Well maybe I wouldn’t have to if you weren’t too busy shoving your tongue down every random girl’s throat!” It was out before you could stop it, your voice too loud, too raw.

JJ blinked like you’d slapped him, then his face hardened. “At least those girls don’t pretend they don’t give a shit about me.”

“Oh, give me a break.” You scoffed and turned on your heel, walking away before you said something worse.

“Don’t walk away,” JJ barked behind you. “We’re not done.”

“Yeah, we are,” you shot back without turning around.

But of course, JJ didn’t listen. His boots thudded against the sand, quick and determined. “You’re seriously just gonna walk away from me?”

“Watch me.” Your fingers curled into fists as you stormed toward the lifeguard stand, desperate to get away from the party, from JJ, and from the burn sitting heavy in your chest.

“Would you stop?” JJ’s hand wrapped around your wrist, and you jerked away from his touch.

“Don’t,” you snapped, spinning around to face him. “Just don’t.”

JJ stood there, chest heaving, face flushed, but not from the fight. His eyes dragged over you, lingering too long on the curve of your hips, the way your shirt clung to you from the humid air.

“What?” you challenged, heart racing now for an entirely different reason.

“You drive me fucking crazy,” he muttered, voice rough and low.

“Yeah?” You let out a humorless laugh. “Well, the feeling’s mutual.”

“Yeah?” JJ stepped closer, close enough that you had to tilt your chin to meet his eyes. “’Cause you sure as hell don’t act like it.”

“Oh, fuck you,” you bit out. “You’ve spent weeks hopping from girl to girl like it’s a sport.”

“You think that’s what I wanted?” His voice sharpened, something raw breaking through. “You think I wanted to sit back and watch you with those guys? Pretend I didn’t give a shit?”

You swallowed hard, unsure what to say — unsure what this even was.

JJ shook his head, running a hand through his hair like he was barely hanging on. “You have no idea,” he muttered.

“Then tell me,” you shot back. “Since you’ve got so much to say, JJ, go ahead. Tell me what the hell your problem is.”

His eyes locked on yours, blazing like a goddamn wildfire. “You’re my problem,” he said, stepping in closer. “You’re all I fucking think about.”

Before you could process it, before you could even breathe, JJ had you pinned against the lifeguard stand. His body crowded yours, one hand braced on the post beside your head. His other hand hovered at your waist like he was holding himself back.

“JJ,” you warned, but your voice faltered.

“What?” His voice was low, rough, like gravel. His gaze flicked to your lips, then back to your eyes. “You want me to stop?”

You should’ve said yes. Should’ve shoved him away before this went too far. But you didn’t — you couldn’t. You wanted this.

“Didn’t think so,” JJ muttered, and then his hand slid to your waist, fingers curling against your skin as he kissed you hard and desperate, like he’d been waiting for this for a long, long time. The moment JJ’s lips crashed against yours, it was like a fucking spark ignited inside you, hot and dangerous, burning through whatever control either of you had left. His hand gripped your waist tighter, fingers digging in like he was terrified you might slip away.

The rough wood of the lifeguard stand pressed against your back, grounding you as JJ kissed you like he was starving— like he’d been holding back for far too long and now that he’d started, there was no stopping.

You kissed him back just as fiercely, fingers twisting in his shirt, pulling him closer until there wasn’t an inch of space between you. His body was solid against yours, warm and hard muscle pressed flush to your chest, his thigh slotting between your legs in a way that had heat crawling up your neck.

“Fuck,” JJ muttered against your mouth, breathless and wrecked. His lips dragged along your jaw, leaving a burning trail behind. “You’re gonna drive me insane.”

“You’re already there,” you shot back, but your voice was softer than you meant it to be, your fingers still clutching his shirt like you needed something to hold on to.

JJ huffed a low laugh against your skin, but there was nothing smug about it — no cocky grin or lazy charm. He was too far gone for that. His mouth found your throat, teeth scraping lightly before he sucked just hard enough to leave a mark. Your breath hitched, and JJ felt it, you knew he did because his hand slid lower, fingers curling around your hip like he was holding on for dear life.

“You’re so fucking…” He trailed off like he couldn’t find the words, his forehead dropping to your shoulder as he dragged in a shaky breath. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

Your heart slammed against your ribs. “JJ…”

“I tried,” he muttered, voice low and raw. “I fucking tried to stay away. Figured if I kept myself busy, I could… I don’t know — forget or something. Thought if I kept telling myself you were just John B’s sister…”

His words hung heavy in the air, unfinished but understood.

“You think I didn’t notice?” Your voice shook, but you didn’t care. “You think it didn’t fucking kill me watching you with all those girls?”

JJ’s head snapped up, his eyes locking onto yours. “Then why didn’t you say something?” His voice cracked, that hint of vulnerability sneaking through.

“Because you don’t see me like that,” you shot back. “I’m just—”

“Don’t,” JJ cut in, voice firm. “Don’t say you’re just John B’s sister.” His hand shifted from your hip to your face, fingers threading into your hair. “That’s not… that’s never been what you are to me.”

His thumb brushed your cheek, and you swore you felt your heart fucking stutter. He was so close, eyes dark and serious with no hint of a smirk in sight.

“You’re it for me,” JJ said quietly, like he was scared to admit it out loud. “You’ve always been it.”

Your breath caught, fingers flexing in his shirt. “Then why…”

“Because I didn’t think I could have you,” he said, voice breaking like the words hurt to say. “Didn’t think I deserved you.”

For a second, neither of you moved. You just stood there, breathing heavy, tension crackling between you like lightning. Then JJ kissed you again, slower this time, less desperate but somehow deeper. Like he wasn’t just kissing you; he was trying to fucking memorize you, the way your breath caught, the way your fingers tangled in his hair, the way your body melted into his like you belonged there.

“Tell me to stop,” JJ rasped against your lips, his fingers tightening in your hair. “If you don’t want this… just say it.”

You swallowed hard, heart pounding so loud you could barely think. “I don’t want you to stop.”

That was all JJ needed to hear. His mouth was back on yours in an instant, hot and messy and perfect, like he was making up for all the time you’d both wasted pretending this wasn’t inevitable.

author’s note:

ahh, I hope you like this fic, nonny! I hope this is what you were thinking of and wanting! this was my very first jj fic to write! I’m so excited I finally got to write for my favorite blond and hope that this is only the first of many!

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~Teach Me, Please~

Bsf!JJ Maybank x Innocent!Reader

Warnings: oral(m&f receiving), bit of a handjob, praise kink, spit kink, innocent reader but she’s lowkey in control, reader kinda gets bullied in the beginning but not directly. Not proofread.

{masterlist} • {PART TWO)

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“She’s like their little sister,” you heard the kook girl you didn’t recognize laugh as she spoke about you, “She follows them around like a groupie, JJ most of all. It’s like she doesn’t know what to do with what she has, I would be flirting non-stop if I was with him as much as she is. JJ is absolutely delicious.”

“I think they’ll always be just friends,” her equally annoying friend giggles, the pair clearly not noticing you behind them or simply not caring, “I mean look at how innocent she is, I doubt she would know how to please him if she had the chance. She has literally never had a boyfriend, she probably has never given head in her life and JJ gets around a lot he has plenty of better options. Hell he probably doesn’t pay enough attention to even notice her raging crush on him anyway. You should definitely go for it tonight, I’ve heard he’s good.”

You huffed, stomping off back towards the couch you had left JJ on. What annoyed you the most wasn’t the shit talking, you knew people talked, especially kooks who somehow had nothing better to do. What hurt was the accuracy. Despite being the same age as your fellow pogues, and knowing JJ and JB since the third grade, you were still very much innocent. Especially when compared to your ragtag group of friends.

You knew they didn’t mind, they all loved you no matter what. Kie helped you as much as she could but it was pointless, you just didn’t know how to be as laid back as them. You had fun and loved to party as much as they did, but you still preferred a nice night in with a movie. And while part of you used to worry you held them back, they made sure you knew you could always come to them. So when you saw JJ wave you back over with a questioning look in his eyes you knew you could ask him to help you with anything.

And your crush on him had totally and absolutely nothing to do with that decision.

“Will you teach me how to give a blowjob?” You blurt out, dropping onto the couch infront of JJ’s outstretched arm as though everything was normal. He gagged on the gulp of beer he’d just taken before looking to you with wide eyes, trying to decipher if he heard you properly.

“What’d you jus’ say?” His voice was breathless as he wiped his face of spilt beer, your eyes tracing the droplets that escaped down his neck.

“I want you to teach me how to give good head.” You stated, stretching the words to make your intentions clear. You watched JJ’s eyes bounce between your eyes and lips, the gears in his brain working overtime to decide if you were joking or not.

“Like- uh.” JJ starts, his voice strained while he needlessly wipes his mouth again, spreading his legs on the coach and making room for himself and letting his knee touch yours, “Like on what though.” He arches his eyebrow to look at you, not wanting to be presumptuous but wanting nothing more than to help you directly.

JJ would be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about you like that a million times. He wanted you, he just never admitted it out loud because he thought you deserved better. He messed around and acted out while you and John B cleaned up after him but over the years he started to notice a distinct difference in his feelings for Jonh B compared to those he had for you. However, he decided long ago he wouldn’t act on any of them unless you did first, he couldn’t risk ruining you because you were just so good.

“On you Jay, come on don’t make me feel weird about it.” The whining tone of your voice makes JJ bite his lip, unsure if this was ethical. JB would surely frown upon this and Kie would probably kill him for corrupting you. But he was having a hard time fighting the urge now as you looked up to him with pleading eyes.

“Well I don’t wanna take advantage of you or anything, y’know?” He stutters over his words slightly as he fumbles to find anything to say, making you giggle in that way he loves so much. You had never once seen JJ flustered or worried about a girl asking to suck him off and you honestly couldn’t believe it was you who got that honor.

“But I asked you to show me JJ, I want you to teach me.” You beg him, turning your body on the couch to face him fully, placing a hand on his exposed bicep.

And his resolve snapped.

He tossed his half full beer can aside as he stood, not caring where it landed. His hand took your own hand, gently but assertively pulling you up with him. He held onto you tightly, not wanting to lose you while weaving through the crowd in the Chateau making the way to the bedroom he made his. You caught sight of the first kook girl in passing, noticing the way she tried to catch JJ’s eyes only to be ignored. Her face contorted in surprise and disgust while you laughed softly before JJ was yanking you into his room and locking the door behind you both.

“C’mere,” JJ instructed, waving two fingers towards him. When you turn to him he’s facing away from you, grabbing a pillow from the top of his bed and tossing it on the floor at his feet. The bed creeks from his weight flopping onto it, manspreading while watching your slightly shocked and confused face, unable to hide his smile. “Come on, y’wanna learn or not.”

Your legs carry you to him, anxiously messing with the hem of your dress now that you can make out the bulge in his shorts. “Are you sure you want to do this?” His voice draws your gaze back to his and you can see the excitement whirling behind his blue eyes dropping you to your knees carefully, leaning into the comfort of his pillow.

“Thanks for the pillow,” You whisper, locking eyes with him from between his legs, “I didn’t know guys did that, I’ve never seen it in the porn I watch.”

“You watch porn?! Oh my god this keeps gettin’ better.” JJ groans with a smile, knocking his head back and letting you watch his adam’s apple bob, “I’ve never done it before, I just didn’t want you to bruise your knees.”

“Good to know I’m special.” You laugh awkwardly, wiggling with excited and nervous energy where you leant before him. He released an airy laugh above you, looking down at you again, his pupils dilated.

“You have no idea,” JJ’s voice was breathless and his words caught in his throat slightly, “Do you wanna get started on our lesson Princess?” JJ asked teasingly, running his fingers down your warm cheek, stopping to lift your head up by your chin. You nodded, shell shocked as you stare up at him unable to force your mouth to form words.

“I need you to tell me,” He whispered, leaning forward slowly until his lips ghost against yours, “If I’m going to finally corrupt you I need you to ask Cupcake.” Your eyes fluttered shut, taking in his scent as your heart rapped against your ribcage.

“I want you Jay….T-to teach me, please.” Your eyes flick open just in time to catch a wicked grin spread across his face before your cheeks were cupped in his warm palms, tugging your lips into his in a heated kiss. Your sighs mingle together, finally exploring what you both silently desired for so long. His tongue danced across your bottom lip asking for entrance as you gasped letting his tongue fight yours, forcing a moan from you that vibrated against his lips. He pulled away slowly, spit connecting you for a second before you’re licking your lips subconsciously. JJ observes your furrowed eyebrows and the redness flooding over your skin as your eyes stay closed in obvious pleasure.

“Still with me Gorgeous?” JJ asks, tapping your cheeks lightly, smiling excitedly as he watches you look up at him. His painfully hard erection rubbed against the zipper of his shorts as he adjusts his hips. Leaning back and resting his weight on his forearms, his crotch looming in front of you, your wide eyes telling him you have no clue how to start this. “Put your hands on my knees,” He instructs, shivering under your touch when you listen immediately, your cool hands resting against his steadily warming skin, “Good girl, now I want you to slowly move them up, like you’re not sure you want to take my pants off yet, tease me y’know?”

Your breath hitches at his praise, and he notices. You whimper as you try and follow his instructions drifting your hands across his broad thighs and letting your fingers tease under the fabric of his shorts, “You like being my good girl don’t you?” He asks, his voice teasing only slightly, his breathy voice making your thighs clench, rubbing them together desperate for friction.

“Yes, I do,” His eyes immediately catch onto the movement of your thighs, biting his lip while he watches you wiggle in front of him. He twitches in his shorts at the thought of you getting off to his pleasure, moaning loudly when he takes your hand in his pressing your palm directly into his bulge. Using his larger hand to move yours to perfectly cup around him and uses your palm moving it against his shaft as he swallows, desperately trying to collect himself.

“K-keep doing that until you’re ready,” He sighs, letting you continue at your own pace, moving his hand up to your hair to fix it, not wanting it to fall into your face as he watched your features for signs of distress, “When you want to unbuckle my belt and-“ He gasps cutting off his sentence when your fingers immediately jump to hastily undo his belt. Your shaking hands struggle for a few awkward seconds before you’re tugging his shorts down his thighs exposing his black boxers. JJ lifts his hips to let you discard his shorts fully, tossing them aside as you stare into his eyes triumphantly, “Good girl.”

Your wide smile as your hands tease their way back up his naked thighs just as he taught you has him reeling, practically shaking with excitement. “You like being praised, don’t you Mama?” He asks, tugging his lip between his teeth when your fingers find his cock again. He tugs your hand upward, moaning when he presses your hand into his tip, stopping your movements entirely until you respond.

“Yes Jay.” You whine, your tone impatient as you wiggle your hand under his, making him release a breathy moan laced with a laugh as he releases your hand, letting it continue it’s excited exploration of him. Your free hand started to sneak it’s way up his body, making him jolt forward as your cold hand found it’s way into his shirt.

“Who do you wanna learn this for?” JJ blurts out, not entirely wanting to hear the answer as he tugs his shirt over his head impatiently. Closing his eyes as your nails dig their way back down his chest, part of him wondering how you knew he’d like that.

“Myself.” JJ feels the smile grow back on his face, relief flooding his body as he opens his eyes, locking onto your wide gaze looking up to him expectantly. You want his instructions, and he wants to draw this out.

“So there’s no one in that precious mind of yours right now?” He asks, letting his eyes fall down your face, gazing at your wet lips before eyeing your cleavage and wiggling hips. Trying to suppress that part of him that wants you to stay here like this forever.

“Well,” You giggle, palming him through his boxers just over his tip, loving the way his head falls back with a moan when you apply more pressure, “Right now I have you on my mind Jay.”

“Fuck, you have no idea what that does to me,” He smiles towards the ceiling, imagining all the times he came in his hand to this exact scenario, “I thought you were too good for me, why’d ya ask me?”

“Some girls at the party were talking about me, calling me your groupie and saying I wouldn’t know what to do with you if you ever gave me the chance, and I really wanted a chance.” You sigh, drifting your hand down his toned abs to tease the elastic of his underwear, letting it snap against his skin as your excited eyes find his again.

“Oh Princess,” he cooed caressing your cheek, “You have always had the chance. You were the first girl I ever imagined doing this for me.” His eyes went wide when he realized what he had said, almost backtracking before you interrupted him to speak.

“Good, because I can’t imagine anyone else teaching me, I trust you, I want it to be you.” You state simply, locking your eyes in his gaze and taking not of the hitch in his breath. In a spurt of confidence you’re tugging his boxers down his thighs, eyeing his thick, throbbing cock as it bounces free, eyes meeting his again in a beg, “Tell me what to do Jay.”

“First give the tip a kiss Baby,” You do as your told, touching your lips against his hot, red tip as it leaks precum onto your lips, “Mmm, fuck now get your tongue nice and wet and lick up the middle, when it feels right slide my tip against your tongue n’suck on it like those Cherry suckers you’re always begin’ me for.”

You laugh, suddenly feeling more and more confident as you watch him come undone above you. “Is that what you want Jay? Or are you goin’ easy on me?”

“If you think you can take me in one go do it Princess, but don’t think I’m pressuring you,” He sighed, watching your tongue wet the side of his pulsing cock, “I want you to go at the pace you’re comfortable with.”

You smile up at him as you separate from him, letting spit coat your tongue before moving to lick up the prominent vein popping out of the other side of his cock. He groans above you, subconsciously moving his hips closer to your mouth in uncontrollable excitement. As your lips caress against his red, leaking tip you slowly let spit drip from your lips onto him, watching as it drips down him and pools in the bit of trimmed hair at his base. His eyes pop from his head when you bring your hand up to spread your saliva over him, pumping your hand slowly and twisting it like you’d seen in videos. You watched his furrowed eyebrows, buying yourself time to work up enough spit in your mouth to take him fully. His lips tug into his teeth as his hips stutter upward into your hand.

“Where did you learn to do that?” JJ gasps, stuttering and twitching in your wet hand.

“Porn.” Your sickly sweet voice has him moaning and tugging at your hair, forcing you’re eyes up to his.

“You’re so fucking perfect.” He states before slamming his lips into yours, moving you back by your hair wrapped around his fist. You gape up at him wide mouthed, your hand speeding up when his eyes bounce between your open, drooling mouth and your blown out eyes as though asking for permission. You nod your head to him, not sure what he wanted to do but okay with it nonetheless. His free hand jumped to your chin, tugging your mouth open wider before leaning down and spitting directly onto your tongue. Rolling your eyes into the back of your head as you moan you shiver in front of him at the feeling of his spit mixing with yours, unknowingly helping you in your previous goal.

JJ chuckles at your reaction, moaning slightly when your hand speeds up again. You savior the feeling of his spit in your mouth for a second, your eyes latching onto his as you smile wickedly. JJ only takes a second’s pause before his eyed widen watching your mouth dip lower, his fingers subconsciously tightening in your hair, moving his other to grip the bed and ground himself. Breath fills your lungs from your nose, prepping yourself before teasing his tip with your tongue for only a second before you slowly slide him into your mouth. His hips jolt forward subconsciously, shuddering breathlessly when your eyes meet his over your lashes again. JJ curses under his breath, watching you take almost every inch of him in one go, sliding your head down his shaft, resting your hand at his base when you can’t fit anymore.

JJ moans loudly when you swallow around him, jerking his hips into you desperately trying to control himself, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you cut him off quickly, shoving your head as far down as you can go, feeling his tip twitching in the back of your throat as you gag around him. You pop your head up, dragging your tongue against the underside of his shaft, moaning at his taste and sending vibrations through him. You suckle on his tip, preparing yourself as you gasp for breath around him. You start to bob your head up and down him, swirling your tongue as you go dropping low enough to feel his pubes tickle your cheeks, his hands moving to the back of your head to tug your hair into his fingers.

“You’re a natural,” JJ sighs, “Feel like imma cum already Gorgeous, fuck.” Gazing up at him you watch his eyes try and stay open, try to maintain eye contact until they flutter shut when the tip of your tongue grazes his ballsack unintentionally. JJ subconsciously pushes your head down, pulling a moan from you as he groans into his bitten lip, hooded eyes watching you intently now as he tugs you off of him with a pop. His hand stays in your hair, his eyes watching the way your spit dribbles down your chin, mixing with your lipstick and contrasting the black mascara running down you cheeks.

“I want you to try something, but only if you’re comfortable okay?” You nod to him desperately, ignoring the fact that your hair’s probably a mess in his hand, “Flatten out your tongue f’me,” His voice was demanding but soft still, a side of him you had never seen before beginning to come forward, “Yea, good girl just like that,” He says as he watches you stick your tongue out for him, spit dripping down the middle and directly onto is erect cock, “Now lean down and suck on my balls Sweetheart.” Your eyes went wide watching how he bobbed infront of your face. “If you don’t want to that-“

A shiver runs down his spine and directly into his rock hard cock when your warm tongue drags against his heavy sack before you suck one into your mouth, his hand tugs into your hair harder instinctively as he shudders. His shaft twitches against your face, your tongue swirlly against his salty flesh, tugging off him with a pop. You look up to him, makeup dyed spit dripping off your chin and down your chest, “Like that?”

“Yes yes just like that,” He gasps, desperation laced in his tone, immediately making you drop your head back. Sucking his other tight ball into your mouth, swirling your tongue while he shakes you slowly move your hand that was supporting your weight on his knee under your dress, circling your clothed clit with two fingers. Moaning around him as your eyes flutter shut feeling the wet patch seeping through your underwear.

“Open your eyes and look at me,” JJ growls when he catches your hands movement, his hand caress your face gently contrasting his hard tone. Despite wanting to listen your eyes stay shut as you speed up your fingers movement, “Thought you said you liked being a good girl, now listen to me.”

Letting your eyes flicker open you feel your cheeks heating up even more when you catch his gaze. His blue eyes only egg you on further, your fingers speeding up subconsciously while he stares at you with a smile. Breathing through your nose you continue your mouths exploration of him, popping your mouth off of his flesh only to immediately suck his tip into your mouth again. JJ’s hand tugs your hair into a ponytail as you bob your mouth on him, his tip hitting your throat each time making you gag and moan on him. The vibrations of your noises make his hips jolt uncontrollably, his body and dick twitching together as your spit pools on his groin and slips down his thighs.

He releases a loud needy groan when you force your mouth off him, his hand falling from your hair and clutching the blanket below him, mumbling incoherently while trying to ask why you stopped. He whines loudly gasping and gripping the bed so hard his knuckles turn white when you drag your wet tongue from the middle of his ballsack directly to his tip. Moaning when he twitched against your face, sucking him into your mouth while you eye his adam’s apple bobbing. Sensing he was close you stop your fingers with a whine around him, moving in order to move your hands to support yourself on his knees as you suck your cheeks in. You drag your mouth down his shaft and JJ whimpers, shoving his hand into your hair and tugging as he cums down your throat, filling your mouth as you moan.

“Fuck I’m so sorry, I didn’t have time to warn you, do you need’ta spit?” He asks, trying to ignore the tingle running down his spine at the sight of his cum dribbling past your lips.

“It’s okay,” You state simply licking your lips clean, the sweet tone in your voice not changing despite the more than inappropriate circumstances, “Your cum tastes so good Jay, look I swallowed it already.” You stick your tongue out to him, showing what little residue remains as he groans above you again.

“If you need anymore lessons, you can always, and i mean always, come to Papa Jay.” His breathless voice makes you laugh as you hop up to sit next to him on the bed.

“Do you wanna take my virginity too.” The burst of confidence making him cum gave you almost wears off at the look of shock that grows onto JJ’s face.

“Damn Mama, you are so fucking bold tonight, you have no clue how many times I have imagined you asking me that.” He smiles at you, his large ring clad hand gripping your thigh as it sits beside him, “Wanna tell me how long you have been fantasizing about your best friend poppin’ your cherry?”

“Forever.”

“Mmmhmm, that’s what I wanted to hear.” JJ groans, pulling your thighs apart and shoving you backwards letting your dress ride up. He rolls over you, settling over you where you lay on his bed, framing your face with his arms. “I think it’s your turn right now though don’t you?” Shivers run down your spine at his tone, subconsciously trying to rub your thighs together earning a teasing laugh from JJ. You brace yourself on his waste, tugging him closer to you as his lips crash into yours, tongues immediately starting to fight for dominance only for him to win with a groan.

“We should save your first time until there’s not a dozen people right outside the door.” Lowering his voice to a whisper as he lightly digs his hips into you, “And I think we need to have a conversation before we….move forward.” Letting his lips graze your neck as he keeps going he smiles at your gasps of appreciation, “But don’t think I don’t really, really want to right now.”

JJ’s teeth tug at the spaghetti strap string of your dress as he crawls lower down your body, letting it snap back against your skin with a sigh, “You’re so fucking gorgeous, so perfect I can’t even look at you sometimes.” The warm feeling of his tongue against your collar bone has you bucking against him desperately, hissing when his teeth nip at the exposed flesh of your breast.

“I love when you wear this dress,” JJ moans against your skin, his head falling low enough to push his face into your chest for a few seconds, wiggling it around dramatically, making you laugh before be continues his decent, “I don’t wanna take it off.” He groans, biting at your flesh through the fabric.

“Then don’t.” You say breathlessly, smiling down to him as you tangle your fingers into his hair. He smiles back to you, quickly pushing himself down the bed the rest of the way so he was face to face with your exposed thighs. With a quick flick of his wrists he flips the hem of your dress up, exposing your damp matching underwear.

“You matched your underwear to your outfit? That’s so cute.” JJ groans, dipping his head to bite at the flesh of your thigh as his hands slowly work their way up your thighs. He pulls back, watching intently as he slips his fingers past the lace hem of your underwear, tugging them down as you lift your hips to help. You watch him as he tosses your underwear behind him, his eyes meeting yours for a second seeking consent as he shoves your thighs further apart, putting you completely on display for him. JJ licks his lips as he eyes you, moving his hands slowly under and around your thighs resting them on his shoulders before shoving your hips down with his large palms. He groans loudly as he bites into the flesh of your thigh beside him, slowly licking his way to your center and leaving a wet trail behind.

His hands hold your hips down hard as they jolt upward with your moan and laughs into you happily. Eyeing the way your head falls back, your chest rising and fallen he quickly speeds up his tongues pursuit of your clit. Watching you as one hand hangs above your head and the other plays with his hair, JJ can’t think of anything that looks better.

“Oh my god,” You yell, the feeling of his tongue flattening against you, slowly licking back and forth over your clit before quickly sucking it into his mouth. You scream a moan at the sensation, tugging at JJ’s hair aggressively not caring if anyone outside the door can hear your pleasure. “Do that again Jay.” JJ’s lips pop off of you into a smile, his lips glistening with your release before he drops his head back into you. Flicking his tongue aggressively against you as he licks up your slit, groaning at the feeling of your nails against his scalp when he sucks your clit into his mouth again. JJ can feel himself growing hard against the blanket at your taste, your shaking legs egging him on as your release quickly approaches.

The feeling of JJ’s tongue prodding at your entrance as you clench on nothing has the tightening feeling in your abdomen worsening, making you whine and wiggle your hips subconsciously. The grip of JJ’s hands on your hip tightens, his nails digging into your flesh as he grinds himself into the mattress at your excitement. He plunges his tongue into you, collecting your juices on his tongue with a desperate groan, his eyes flickering shut as he moves to flick his tongue against your puffy clit again. JJ pulls back quickly making you whine and tug at his hair, trying to shove him back into you and forcing a wicked laugh from him as he spits directly onto you and dives back in. You shudder when he starts to lap against you wildly, your hips jolting and your back arching, your hands tugs on his hair harder as you cum, the almost painful band in your abdomen breaking in a euphoric release. Moaning so loudly you know for sure anyone close enough to the door could hear but you didn’t care as you came undone on your best friend’s tongue, breath shaking as your body twitches.

JJ’s tongue slows, pushing himself up to get a better look at your post orgasm face, your eyes unfocused and your mouth open in gasping breaths. He slowly crawls up your body, smiling in your face and you smile back at him the best your can, he groans at the sight of your sweaty cheeks, your hair sticking to your forehead as he smash his lips into you. The taste of yourself lingers on his tongue as you both moan into each other.

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I might wanna do a part 2 of this for their first time, would anyone be interested in that?

PART TWO: Another Lesson?

Rudy Pankow As JJ Maybank In Outer Banks S4 - The Enduro (2024)