#jj mayback prompt

[cute-sucker]

this is so kitty and jj!! i swear you're yelling about how long it takes to do you hair, and the first time he's like, 'i can help,' and by the end of night whenever you're hanging out with your girls - he's behind your blow drying. and he does it once...and then it's a granted. he has to do it all the time.

i swear you gets so pissed whenever he does it wrong, but he's like calm down, which obviously sets you off again!! she's entitled and cute, and i love her so much !!

girls are so surprised when they find out that your boyfriend does all of your hair, and you just flicks her hair, rolling your eyes before snapping your gum. he would get super cocky about it too whenever you mouthed him off. i swear he would hold it against you sometimes.

"well, i think i'm behaving the way a normal human being would," you said, cocking your head in his direction. jj closed his eyes before letting out a deep sigh.

you bit your lip watching him turn your back to you.

"i'm not doing your hair," he murmers out and when you gape to look at him, he's already gone back to chucking rocks in the pond and finally you let out a sigh, folding your arms.

"fine, jj!"

and at parties. goddamn it !! jj is grinning in the background knowing he'll be the one ruining that hair later that night...

golden retriever boyfriend 🤝 black cat girlfriend frfr

[maybanksprincess]

jj maybank headcannons!

warnings: none, pure fluff!

requested by this ask! thank you anon <3

pairings: boyfriend!jj x shy!girlfriend!reader <3

ᥫ᭡ shy!girl!reader who always has to tutor jj because he cant listen in class for shit. lucky for him, his girlfriend has all the notes, cause shes observant <3

ᥫ᭡ shy!girl!reader who tugs on jjs arm when shes ready to leave a public setting, or just wants to get out of a conversation, luckily her boyfriend is good at making excuses.

ᥫ᭡ shy!girl!reader who always asks jj to order her food for her in a drive thru, or when waiters take their order, cause shes too shy to tell them what she wants, afraid she will stutter or say something wrong.

ᥫ᭡ shy!girl!reader who hates going on on dates in public, not because shes embarrased of jj, but because shes scared she will get mean looks.

ᥫ᭡ shy!girl!reader who texts jj when she meets up with him at a place, making him come get her instead of finding him her self

𓆉 boyfriend!jj who always has to make the first move in the relationship, whether it be the first kiss, first time having sex, first time sleepover, etc. but ofc he doesnt mind, because he loves how shy his girl is, he knows that shes only his.

𓆉 boyfriend!jj who doesnt pay attention in school on purpose, so that when he gets home he can call his pretty girlfriend over to teach it to him instead of a lame teacher <3

𓆉 boyfriend!jj who constantly does goofy things to try and get you to bring out your goofy side that he hardly sees

𓆉 boyfriend!jj who randomly pecks your lips or your forehead, during conversations with others when your sitting on his lap, to let you know he's still there

𓆉 boyfriend!jj who always lets you rant about books or movies to him, even if he doesn't understand because he doesn't ever wanna not hear you talk.

[bambrinaa]

jj who got bitchy!kook!reader to crumble…and is a smug bastard about it.

jj had been pestering you for a very, very long time. constantly teasing mocking, and poking fun at you — always having a remark locked and loaded for whatever snarky, sassy comment you gave him that day.

for a pogue, he handled your attitude well. perhaps pogues just handle it better, as you’ve never met a kook boy who hasn’t called you psycho bitch with a big mouth.

the relentless mockery and vulgar flirting from jj, along with the lingering touches and downright gropes he gave you left you in a state you knew damn well you shouldn’t be in.

you often found yourself thinking about him late at night, and in most those cases, whilst your hand was stuffed into your victoria secret panties.

it was another one of those nights, playing with your own pussy until it was left sticky and throbbing, moaning jj’s name to your empty room. you had become sick of your pathetic excuse of an orgasms by your own hands, trotting your way over to jj’s house at gone midnight.

you were at his door, clearly disgusted by the actual state of the cut — and jj’s house, but feeling your own arousal, causing your panties to stick to you, it was the very least of your concerns.

which is how you ended up right here, in playboy pogues bed, getting your cunt absolutely drilled by him, his hand flat between your shoulder blades and forcing your chest to the mattress.

“this is all you needed, huh? just needed someone to fuck all that bitchiness outta you.” he drawled from behind you, amused at your slightly dazed look.

despite your loud, pornograhic moans bouncing off the walls as jj fucked you like the world would end tomorrow — you still had something to say.

“f-fuck you, pogue. this — this doesn’t mean shit.” You spat, reaching back to scratch your neatly manicured nails against his forearm.

he gave a deep chuckle, rumbling from deep in his chest as he grabbed your hips, yanking you closer, thrusting somehow deeper, hitting that spot your fingers or stupid frat kooks couldn’t ever hit.

“the sounds you’re makin’ say different, mama.” he commented, listening to your loud, borderline yelps as he pounded into you, hands gripping your hips tight enough to leave fingerprint bruises.

“g-god, you’re so full of yourself.” you hissed, and he leant down, snaking a large arm around your neck and pulling you to his chest tightly, other hand wandering from your hip to the bulge in your lower abdomen — pressing down on it with a smirk.

“nah, i think you’re the one full of me.”

[sexilene]

boy nextdoor!jj is so hot hehe him choking me while he fucks me in a matting press AHHHH. want to see him smirking down at me through his floppy blonde hair wet with sweat as he puts his other hand over my mouth so my parents don’t wake up :3

ohmygoodness stop it right now. the way i smiled reading thisss pleaseeee!!! adding this to the kinktober list cuz why not!! #19 (ignore any spelling mistakes sorry lol!)

anotha little boynextdoor!jj x girlnextdoor!reader thought ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

when your boyfriend does manage to sneak in through the window by climbing on a tree…he usually spends the night. your parents go to sleep fairly early, like soon after dinner early, so that gives you and jj some alone time in the dark without worrying about one of your parents randomly entering your room to check on you. it's happened before and though jj is getting better at running to find a hiding spot, it's is not ideal.

your parents figure you like to fall asleep to the tv you have in your room watching your little movies, and that it’s the movies making the little sounds. while that is true on some nights, this time around both the tv, you and your boyfriend are making sounds.

“jay!” you squeal when he throws your legs over his shoulders, bending down again to press his flushed hard cock deeper into you. “shhh, gotta be quiet, like a little mouse, quiet okay?” he shushes you, your little movie still on in the background, providing a decent amount of light to illuminate his features and yours.

“uh huh…okay” you nod, still a little dazed due to the past two orgasms he gave you by fingering you a little over 20 minutes ago. once he pushes into your puffy pulsing heat, he wraps a strong hand around your throat and starts to squeeze down, causing you to furrow your eyebrows and grip the hand on your neck. jj is practically trapping you there, underneath him getting incessantly plowed by his big dick.

“wanna hold my hand?” he offers you the hand that’s not on your neck, you mewl at his sweetness, he’s still trying to make you feel as loved and safe as possible even if he is fucking you like he hates you.

“mhmm!”

“here babydoll” he takes your hand in his, the sounds of skin slapping skin faintly bouncing off the walls, not wanting to risk waking the whole neighborhood up with the way he really wants to be pounding into you right now.

your lips are swollen from his kisses, drool threatening to escape the corners of your lips, tear stains on your cheeks glisten due to the lighting, your hair all messy, and still jj thinks you look like the prettiest little thing.

“y’look cute, c’mere” your boyfriend grunts, pulling you up by your neck for another kiss, “harder jayjay, please harder!” you whisper, needy as ever.

“i know babe,” jj chokes you harder and uses his other hand to rub your clit in fast circles, “g’nna cum again!” you squeal out.

“gonna wake up your parents, hold on,” he takes his hand off your neck and covers your mouth to keep you from making any more loud noises, as much as he loves to hear them….

“alright kittie cat no more screamin’ or im gonna have to press your face into the pillow,” he whispers in your ear.

“mph- nmm” your words muffled by his big hand,

“yeaaaah good girl, almost done baby, just keep takin’ it…” he bends your legs back further into a mating press and starts thrusting in again. the position causing his dick to go in deeper and hit the spots that make you melt. that combined with the way both your bodies all sticky with sweat and how he smells all salty and musky, makes you roll your eyes back and then squeeze them shut.

“h-ha…shit, y’so warm and wet holy fuck i love you so much.” jj grits through his teeth, bringing that hand back down to play with your pulsing clit. you whine into his hand as you cum hardddd on his dick, squeezing him so hard he can barely pull out to thrust in again.

“shhh sh sh, there you go…reaaal yummy huh?” he coos, bringing that hand back up to choke you again, “baby girl likes getting choked huh? dont’cha?”

you try and make a sound but you just can’t with how hard he’s squeezing your neck. “yeeeeaaah she likes it, little pussy gushes on me when i squeeze your throat like…thisss…” he gives a few final hard sloppy thrusts, letting go of your neck to give you a breathing break, sweat dripping down his chest, before he shoots hot strings of cum into your cervix.

he doesn’t pull out to keep all that cum stuffed in you and bends down to give you wet sloppy ‘good job’ kisses, whispering an ‘i love you’ after every kiss.

“think we were pretty quiet this time?” your boyfriend whispers looking into your eyes, and all you can do is give him doe eyes, pout and let out a little “mph!” ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

[rubiehart]

best friend!jj who has a habit of slapping ur ass n one day he slaps it a lil too hard and ur complaining abt how theres a bruise n hes like no way… lemme see n maybe he gives it a lil kiss 🫠😁

bsf!jj my beloved!!

it’s an understatement to say jj’s obsessed with you. more specifically, your ass. he’s practically unable to control himself when you’re just standing there at the kitchen counter in the chateau, reaching up to grab a glass from a high cabinet, walking over and landing a harsh slap to your ass with a smirk, watching the fat of it ripple with the effect and giving a lil’ wolf whistle.

you slam the glass down and turn around to smack his bicep “jj!” biting your lip to hide your smirk, knowing you secretly liked the attention. he lets out a little giggle and throws his hands up in mock defense. “‘m sorry! couldn’t help myself it was right there!” putting his hands down at his sides when you eye him with raised eyebrows.

“okay. ‘m sorry, here, look.” he says before taking the glass and filling it with water, handing it to you like he just gave you the greatest gift of your life. you roll your eyes playfully and swipe the glass out of his hand. “yeah, thanks asshole.”

walking past him and heading towards the chateau door, his eyes shamelessly trained on your ass as you leave, yelling back ��you know ‘ya love me!” making you throw a middle finger back in his direction making him smile a little and carry on with whatever he came in for.

later on, you’re facing with your back to the mirror in jj’s bedroom, hands on your ass with your tongue in your cheek, clearly focused. jj cruises in, clearly not expecting you to be there and raises an eyebrow, “the fuck are you doin’?” you roll your eyes and let go, turning to face him. “you left a fuckin’ bruise when you slapped my ass, dickface.” and his eyes widen a little, “hey, yo! no need for the name callin’ dude. c’mere let papa j take a look.”

taking a seat on his his bed, legs spread so you could stand between them. you huff and cross your arms over your chest, before making your way over to stand between his legs, giving him a stern look before turning around so he could see it. “jesus christ..” he mumbles, clearly taking advantage of the circumstance to palm your ass a little more than needed.

“perv.” you mumble at his theatrics and he shakes his head. “‘m talkin’ about the bruise you idiot.” and you stiffle a giggle, fingers fiddling with the hem of your t-shirt. “well.. not much i can do for ‘ya.” he adds, you nod and go to turn around before he grips your thighs and shakes his head, manually turning you back around.

“not done here yet, lil’ lady.” he mumbles, before bringing his head down to your ass and placing a little kiss on the bruise, he hears you let out a little gasp but you don’t move, making him smirk, breathing in your scent a little, before pulling back realising that was kinda pervy.

you turn around when he pulls back and he notes your parted lips and blown pupils and looks down at his shoes for a second before looking back up at you smirking, fiddling with the drawstring on your shorts, “you’re so annoying.” you groan with a little smirk, slapping him on his shoulder and turning on your heel and leaving the room, not before noticing the prominent bulge in his cargo shorts, making you smile as you leave.

[jjscrybaby]

prompt 15: ‘can’t sleep either?’

jj maybank x fem!reader | fluff | (mentions of drinking, trouble sleeping, jj being a simp.)

︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ୨♡୧ ︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶

The Chateau always feels calm at night. Everyone finally asleep, no more lighthearted bickering between John B and JJ, or laughter after a joint; everything is just quiet. There’s still the sound of the leaky tap dripping onto the unwashed dishes in the sink, the creaks from the rotting wood that sometimes make you wonder if the house is haunted, but you’ve learnt to deal with that after countless nights spent here.

John B’s place is always the designated spot for all of you to hangout. Kiara’s parents don’t like you, some reasons are valid and others are not, if you go to Pope’s you’ll end up being told off by his mom once the clock strikes ten and all of you are still being too loud, JJ’s place is self explanatory with his dad being around — he’d probably want to join in if he’s had a drink, and your house just doesn’t have the same comforting atmosphere as John B’s. Not to mention, there’s no parents around to tell you what not to do.

Normally, sleep comes easy to you on the pull-out couch that has a few springs loose; you’ve worked out the exact angle to lay at so that non of them are digging into your back. Tonight that’s not the case. It’s been an hour since everyone retreated to their separate spaces for the night, Kiara laid beside you sound asleep, but you’d been tossing and turning and praying not to wake her up.

When she grumbles for the second time, you decide to get up. Waking Kiara up is like waking a sleeping lion. You slip out from under the thin blanket the two of you are sharing and open up the porch doors, ignoring Pope asleep on that couch as you leave and go out to the backyard. You lay down on the hammock, sighing to yourself as you stare up at the stars.

“Can’t sleep either?” You flinch in surprise, turning your head to the side to be faced with a sleepy looking JJ. His hair is messy and his eyes are sunken, sporting just a pair of grey sweatpants, but he still looks divine.

“Guess I didn’t drink enough to knock myself out like everyone else,” you shrug, a small smile on your lips.

He chuckled, nudging you up so he could climb in beside you. The hammock rocked with his weight, his arm slung around your waist so the two of you could fit comfortably.

“Would you believe me if I said I didn’t either?” He murmured, making you giggle.

“No. I watched you do them shots like they were the last thing you’d ever do,” you teased, laying your head on his bare chest.

“Yeah, well, I’m not a lightweight like the rest of ‘em,” he responded, staring up at the sky like you’d been doing moments ago. “Heard the door open from my room, figured it was you.”

“How’d you figure?” You asked tiredly.

“Dunno. Must have a sixth-sense or somethin’,” he joked, looking down at where you laid on his chest are stared at the house. You smiled softly at his words, tapping his chest. “You good though? You’re normally the first one out.”

You shrug halfheartedly, nodding your head. “I’m alright. Not sure what’s up, just couldn’t fall asleep.”

“Kie’s a bad bed buddy, huh?” He said, making you laugh quietly. “Y’know, I have a perfectly good bed right in the other room. Nice, comfy mattress, got some good pillows too.”

“No need to rub it in,” you teased, looking up at him to find him smiling softly down at you.

“Clearly I’ve lost my charm,” he sighed, smirking at you. “Just stay in my bed. Can’t sleep out here, you’ll wake up covered in bites and I’m not gon’ put the cream on for you.”

You raise an eyebrow at him, narrowing your eyes. “What’s your game, Maybank?”

“No game, pretty girl. Just want you to get a good nights sleep,” he shrugged. He got out of the hammock, your eyes following his every move. He held a ring-less hand out to you, after a moment you accepted it.

He kept a hold of your hand as he lead you back to the house and through the dark hall into his bedroom. You’d spent plenty of nights in there, but that was never on purpose. Sometimes the two of you would smoke and you’d fall asleep, or JJ had disappeared after a kegger so you took the bed alone. It had never been like this, a different energy surrounding the two of you as he gently closed the bedroom door and laid down under the covers.

You crawled in next to him, keeping a bit of space between you. He wasn’t having that, his arm wrapped around your waist and tugged you to lay closer to him. You gave him a look, one he could barely make out in the darkness of the room.

“What? I just figured you’d sleep easier if we were cuddlin’,” he smirked, his tone innocent. You giggled, nodding your head although his words were bullshit.

“You can just admit you want me in your arms, JJ. No harm,” you teased.

“Alright, I want you in my arms,” he murmured. Your teasing smile was replaced with a shy one, an unsure look on your face on whether he was messing around or not.

“Yeah, okay,” you scoffed.

His hand wrapped around your calf, pulling your leg to lay on top of his. “Night, sweetheart.” He ran a hand through your hair, and although your heart was beating faster than previous, you felt yourself start to drift off.

He’d tell you another day that the reason he couldn’t sleep was because he was too focused on thinking about you in the other room, instead of where you belong in his arms.

[pintrestgrl]

Yes, yes, yes, bsf!JJ please 🗣️

okokok !! also i’m trying to get to all my asks, but ur girl needs sleep. i’ll probs get them out tomorrow though !! also i hope u like this anon !!

bsf!jj x innocent!reader

you’d always been close with jj, probably a bit too close. everyone always thought you two were secretly hooking up, in those drunken showers together, the late nights in his room, but you really weren’t.

that was, until he would complain to you about his gf. he’d go on and on about how she wasn’t giving him enough attention, and how she wasn’t affectionate enough. also, to your surprise, how she absolutely refused to suck his dick.

“she won’t- she won’t do that for you?” you’d say, not really believing him at first.

“yeah. claims she just ‘doesn’t do that.’ it’s depriving, honestly. i just want my fuckin’ dick sucked already.”

and suddenly, it looked like an idea crossed onto his mind. a bad one.

“you love me, right? i’m your bestfriend?” he’d say, a smirk on his pink lips.

“mhm. you’re my bestfriend.”

“and friends help eachother, right?”

you’d nod your head, that sweet innocent smile on your face.

“look, i just need one handjob. it’s not cheating if you don’t use your mouth, right?”

“oh- um, i suppose so. if it’s just to help you out.”

“yeah. just to help me out.”

you’d slide closer to him, laying on you front and looking down onto his lap as he pulled out his leaking cock.

you’d slowly guide your hand up and down his shaft, spitting onto his thick cock to lubricate it. he’d groan, throwing his head back at the much needed movement.

you’d continue this, before eventually he impulsively decided to try convince you to do something else.

“just kiss it, just a little. please?”

you’d hesitantly nod, pressing wet open mouthed kisses against his tip and length, occasionally kissing, maybe sucking on his balls a bit.

eventually, one thing led to another and he had you gagging on his cock, tears spilling out of your eyes as he fucked your throat. he’d push your head down, keeping it there until he was absolutely sure that you couldn’t take anymore.

there was spit bubbles and pre-cum all over your face and his cock, your salty tears mixing with the sexual fluids.

he’d cum all in your mouth, convincing you that you just had to swallow it. he knew better then you, right? he was just teaching you.

“so much fuckin’ prettier and obedient then her, angel. i swear it.”

you’d blush at his words, not yet realizing how bad he had corrupted you by shoving his cock down your sore throat.

[gh0stsp1d3r]

The monsters gone, he’s on the run and your daddy’s here…

BEAUTIFUL BOY REFERENCE YAHHH

, so here’s EVEN MORE cowboy!dad!jj

“I mean- could you really see JJ being a dad?” Kiara asked you one day at a rodeo. You and him had gone and ran into Kiara. He sat down, chatting and laughing with his friends as he sat back, sipping on a beer.

“I can.” You said sincerely, looking back at him. He glanced up at you, smiling behind his beer bottle before looking back to his friends

JJ had turned out to be a better dad than you expected.

when she was six, she had some into your shared room, shouting and crying about a monster under her bed.

“Baby, there ain’t no monster.” You told her, tucking her into your side.

“You want daddy to go check?” He asked her gruffly, he was exhausted and tired, and wanted nothing more to lay down. But he offered and she nodded feverishly.

“Thank you.” You sighed, looking at him with a smile as he left. He just gave you a nod, following her into her room.

He sighed as he got on the floor, moving his head to look underneath the bed.

“Oh, I see it.” He said to her, she shrieked and ran into the other room again. He stood back up with a small smile and shook his head, going into the room where she stood.

“Daddy, daddy, did ya get ‘em?!” She asked, her accent sounding just like JJs.

“Yup. I have officially gotten rid of all the monsters in the house. See, your daddy’s an expert at monster trapping.” He told her, watching her expression change into one of shock.

“Wow! Really?”

“Yup. Now get back to bed.” He pointed out the door, she hugged his legs and thanked him, telling you both goodnight and running into her room again.

And even when she was older, when she had her heart broken by some boy. She sat in her room, sobbing the whole night. JJ had just gotten home, watching you rub her arm up and down, letting her cry on your shoulder.

He furrowed his eyebrows, taking his hat off and putting it onto the desk she had, entering the room.

“What’s wrong, ladybug?” He asked, concerned.

“J- Josh, he broke up wit’ me this morning. Said I was too sensitive-“ she stuttered out, you frowning and patting her head again.

“Oh, that fucker- where’s my damn gun?”

She laughed at his reaction, you smiled at her laugh. She wiped away her tears and sniffled. He smiled as well, sitting down with you both.

“He was ugly anyways.” JJ shrugged, but opened his arms up to hug her. “‘Nd he ain’t even know how to ride. Or shoot! You been doin’ both since you were 8!”

She laughed again, her father always having a way to make anyone laugh.

Kiara was wrong when she said that JJ wouldn’t make a good dad, because he was the best at it.

[lustnluv]

thinking of the patching the obx boys after a fight

jb whining cause it hurts and the reader feeling bad but not really cause it’s his fault for getting into a fight in the first place. she’ll make it up to him on her knees or with her kisses later on though. depends on how beat up he is

jj smirking the entire time reader patching him up cause “the other guy looks worse”. he likes the reader fussing over him even though he won’t admit it. if reader mad at him cause he got in a fight over something stupid like topper (ew) just being a dick he would make it up to her. knuckles deep in her

rafe wouldn’t let the reader patch him up until later in the relationship cause he hates looking weak in front of people. but still you can only do it on parts that he can’t do like if he has a big scrap along his shoulder. would be silent and won’t tell reader how or who until reader sees the other kid walking around with matching bruises.

pope would let reader do it and on top of that would apologies for getting into a fight in the first place. reader would be angrier at the person he fought with then him because why mess with her pope. would be proud if he won but still angry about it. he would coax her to forget about it with her favorite foods though or her favorite activity: fucking him

[sleepyjuice]

protective jj protextiive jj protecitice jj ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

yup yup yup say no more ‼️

one thing about jj is that when he loved someone, he was also fully committed to protecting them at all costs. his circle was small, so when he cared about someone, he would do everything in his power to keep them safe.

but with you, he fully knew he would die before letting anything happen to you. and it sure was a task having a beautiful girlfriend, because to strangers eyes, you were just a pretty face and a pretty body, and that was just a blessing and a curse to jj.

keggers always brought out the creeps, and jj’s blood pressure was always just a bit high every time the two of you went. he would still enjoy himself, but he didn’t miss the way guys would stare at you, eyeing your body as if you were just anyones to have. you weren’t naive about it, you knew people stared, but as long as no one tried to touch you or talk to you, you didn’t let it bother you.

but of course, you didn’t live in a perfect world so trouble was bound to find you every now and then. you had a few drinks and you were feeling good. you had spent the day with jj and this was a great way to end the night together.

“yo jj, I can’t get this keg to tap, can you help me real quick?” john b approached you and jj, gently squeezing the blonde boy’s shoulder.

“yeah I got you,” jj answered, turning to you once he spoke, “c’mon, let’s go baby.” he nudged your waist, nodding towards the direction of where john b had ventured back off to.

you shook your head, “nah it’s okay, kie’s gonna be here any minute and I told her I would wait for her here. you go, I’ll be okay.” you assured him with a smile, not missing the hesitation clear on his face. he didn’t want to leave you alone, but he also didn’t want to make you feel like you couldn’t be independent and handle yourself alone for a minute.

he inhaled sharply before responding, “alright, alright, yeah. I’ll be right back.” he told you, giving you a quick kiss before going off to help john b. you took another sip from your cup, pulling out your phone to check if kiara had texted you.

“no way a pretty girl like you is here by herself.” a man’s voice startled you as you looked up from your phone, a touron, presumably had wasted no time invading your space as soon as you were alone, great.

“yeah, no, I’m not. but I’m not interested. so thanks but no thanks.” you told the man, looking back at your phone, hoping that for once, a man could have the ability to read the room.

“jesus, entitled aren’t you? can’t even let me say more than one sentence to you before being a bitch?” the man snapped, his ego obviously bruised. you did feel a little nervous now, uncomfortable with how quick his demeanor had shifted. instead of responding, you turned to walk away but were stopped when his hand grabbed your shoulder harshly, yanking you around to face him again.

he had opened his mouth to speak again but was interrupted by a fist to his jaw, and you jumped back in surprise at the sudden violence unfolding before you. you weren’t shocked to see that it was jj who had punched him and you set your cup down as jj kept going at him, reaching from behind your boyfriend to grab onto the fabric of his tank top, trying to pull him off of the guy.

“you think you can just touch girls, bro? when her back is turned to you?” he spat, tensing when he felt someone touch his shirt, glancing back for a moment to see that it was you.

“jj stop, stop, it’s not worth it, please.” you pleaded with him to stop, grateful that he had stepped in to help, but it wasn’t worth him getting potentially hurt over or in trouble.

“you’re a fragile ass bitch, dude. fuckin- apologize to my girl and then fuck off. I’m so serious right now.” jj eventually stopped his punches, but kept a grip on the guys shirt as he forced him to face you. he was indeed a bitch, because he barely muttered out a little ‘I’m sorry’ before stumbling back and hurrying away from the two of you.

“jesus, I leave ya alone for not even two minutes and these douchebags think they can try some shit,” jj rubbed at his now bleeding knuckles before pulling you into his chest, his hands rubbing at your sides, “you okay, pretty girl? you’re not hurt are ya?” you shook your head in response, relaxing into his touch. you hated when he had to resort to violence, but you did understand it in this situation. you were just proud of him for not losing control this time.

“I’m okay, thank you for saving me. that was lowkey hot as fuck.”

(not me getting carried away ummmm oops thank you anon <3)

[redhead1180]

I couldn't stop thinking about JJ and just this from his POV.

The feeling when JJ first sinks into you never gets old for him. His hard cock is enveloped by your soaking wet cunt and he can't help the moans that escape each time. The way your walls are so tight and mold around him. He wants to close his eyes and get lost in the moment, but he doesn't want to miss the way your face scrunches from pleasure. The pleasure he's giving you. He wants to kiss you, feel your lips, taste you, but that would interrupt the little moans and whimpers coming from that delicious mouth. So he leans in, close enough to feel your lips, but not stop them. He always has to take a little moment to gather himself and let you adjust, before he moves inside you. He needs to let you adjust, never wanting to hurt you, but making sure he doesn't nut too early. Taking it slow, JJ pulls out, letting you feel his mushroom head slide against your walls. The moan that comes from you let's him know you felt every inch, every ridge and vein on him. He stops just with the tip inside you and snaps his hips forward, slamming into your wet and warm pussy, feeling your gummy walls grip around him. He hears you gasp, knowing he hit that sweet spot that made you see stars. He knew your pussy better than you did, knew every inch, and what made you scream and cum all over him.

Tonight JJ wanted to take it slow, he wanted to enjoy your gasp, whimpers, whines that drove him crazy. He had your legs bent, knees in his chest as he repeatedly slammed into you, hitting your G-spot. But it was hard thrusts, not fast, as he let both your climaxes build slowly. A slow burn began to take over him. He could tell you were feeling yours, the way you pawed at his back, his name little whimpers from your mouth, your thighs squeezing his hips. He could feel your pussy walls, his pussy, tighten around him. Your moans were becoming louder, he could read your face, your eyebrows furrowing, that you were getting close. JJ was so close, focusing not to cum before you did, not as easy as it looked when he felt walls your flutter around him. He reached down between and laid his hand on your lower stomach, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing circles on it. Your gasped and dug your nails in his back, clawing at him making him hiss. He pressed his hand down, moaning from the pressure he felt on his dick, pressing harder on your clit. He could feel himself inside you, feel himself rub against your walls over and over again as he sped up just enough get you there. You screamed his name and he felt his dick harden and grow more as his own climax got closer. He loved how much he could make you lose control, watching you as your orgasm took over your body, your thighs shaking, body clenching up, walls clamping down on his dick, screaming his name like a prayer. He felt the hot gush of your release all over his cock, looking down at the cream ring around the base of it. He groaned from seeing you guys connected and felt his dick twitch. He felt the tingle move down from his stomach to his balls and they drew up. He slammed into you and felt his release shoot out of him, coating your walls, as he saw stars and his vision went white. With his head thrown back, he moaned your name as he came harder than he ever remembered. Your arms wrapped him, he slowly begins to roll his hips, letting you guys ride out your highs. JJ nestles his face in your neck, kissing and nibbling, giving you praise. Always taking him so well, always being his good girl and JJ loves you for it.

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[maybanksprincess]

seven minutes in heaven

warnings: suggestive but no actual smut, mature themes, dry humping, tongue kissing.

summary: a game of seven minutes in heaven leads to reader and jj stuck in a closet together.

pairings: childhood!bsf!jj x childhood!bsf!reader

requested by this ask (thank you anon!) i dont know much about the game, so if i got one of the steps wrong, im sorry in advance.

you and the rest of the pogues gathered together on a saturday night to drink beers, smoke weed, and play spin the bottle. typical pogue shit.

all of you were sat in a circle on the carpet in the living room floor of the chateau. there was a glass beer bottle in the middle of all seven of you.

for a half hour, the game was spin the bottle. everyone's facial expressions quickly grew bored. John B, and Sarah were talking about something totally different, Pope and Cleo gone to grab a new crate of beers.

After a few more moments of all of you staring at the wall blankly, Kiara's the first to break the awkward silence. "hey what's that game we all used to play when we were sophmores?" she asks, twirling a piece of her curly hair around her pointer finger.

after kiara speaks, jjs facial expression changes to one of interest. he thinks for a moment and then speaks, "the one where you get locked in a closet for like ten minutes?" he asks

Pope rounds the corner with a few beers tucked in his arm. Cleo not far behind him "seven minutes." he corrects, pointing a finger at him.

jj rolls his eyes at the correction and mimics a mouth with his hand, mocking his words "seven minutes" he says, trying his best to sound as much like pope as possible.

you flick the back of jjs neck, mumbling a shut up to him. he lets out a high pitched ow and rolls his eyes, but ultimately he stops his mocking.

John b turns back towards the group at the mention of the new game. "are we finally gonna play something other than spin the bottle? im kinda tired of landing on Sarah." he teases

Sarah shoves him playfully, and then turns back to the topic of conversation. "Yeah we should play, it sounds fun. how does it work?" she asks, tilting her head slightly.

Pope speaks up this time, "we spin a bottle for two people, whichever two people it lands on, they go in a closet together for seven minutes to do whatever they want." he adds with a hint of suggestion at the end of his sentence.

jj smirks and turns to look at you, memories of the last time you two played this game when you were fifteen, when you shared your first kiss.

it was the first kiss for both of you, so it was sloppy and had a lot of teeth and tongue, it was sickening to think about, but never forgotten.

jj pipes up next, "yup we can play. this games borin' anyways." he says with a shrug.

everyone else agrees and shifts themselves back into a circle on the carpet. Pope places the bottle in the middle, then darting his eyes from one pogue to another.

"so whos first?" pope speaks

jj doesn't waste a second in volunteering to go first. "me! uh- ill spin first." he says, clearing his throat. everyones eyes fly to jj, giving him a questioning look.

"dude you answered that way too fast." john b says with a growing smirk on his face, his eyes now flickering between me and jj sitting beside one another.

"dude shut up!" jj says, before reaching forward and spinning the glass bottle, he crosses his arms and sneakily crosses his fingers hoping, praying, that it lands on you.

everyones eyes are glued intensely to the bottle, the tension in the small room palpable.

eventually the bottle comes to a stop, the tip of it pointing right to your knee. jj has to hold back from jumping up and saying something like hell yeah!

he instantly stands up, holding his hand out for you to take. "cmon m'lady." he teases, and looks at you with his typical shit eating grin.

you roll your eyes and take his hand, standing up and walking to the closed closet with him.

"i bet everyone can guess what they're gonna do in that closet." john b says with a smirk, as he watches jj open the closet door and enter.

"gross! i dont even wanna think about it." kie adds on, then everyone starts to whisper about both of you in the open circle.

as you both get in the cramped closet, jj takes a seat on stacked boxes that clearly say "fragile" but he obviously doesn't seem to mind. he looks up at you still standing there awkwardly in the dimly lit space.

"seems oddly familiar, doesn't it?" he teases. your brain floods with memories of you and jj in the same situation back in sophomore year.

you both had been in this exact crammed closet, deciding you could both share you first kiss together. it was sloppy, uncoordinated, and you both were trying to figure out a comfortable spot to place your hands. it was an awkward and uncomfortable kiss, but it was stuck in your brain nonetheless.

"yeah, really familiar." you chuckle nervously, looking around, and tapping your foot on the ground. you avoid eye contact with the blonde, hoping this seven minutes would pass by quickly.

he notices your shift in mood, and he smirks. he spreads his legs and moves his arms behind his head as he speaks.

"you know, were in here for a whole seven minutes. we should put it to good use, right?" he was enjoying making you nervous, and teasing you.

when he doesn't get a response, he gently pulls you onto his lap so your straddling him. he looks up into your eyes in the dimly lit closet, with something you cant quite describe.

before you know it, your both leaning in slowly, jj is the one to connect his lips with yours. the kiss was gentle and chaste at first, your mouths moving passionately against one another.

jjs hands find their way to your waist, gently caressing the flesh. you take that as a sign to move your hands up his torso, then settling your arms around his neck, all while continuing to kiss him passionately.

the kiss grows more intense over time, your tongues fighting for dominance against one another. eventually you catch yourself grinding your hips against his, as you both makeout.

minutes go by, and he finds himself lost in your kisses and the way your grinding your hips against his. his cock doesn't take long to stir in his cargo shorts.

when you feel his buldge press up against you, your hips move a little faster, the kisses becoming more desperate. before you know it, a light is shining in the closet and the sound of the door creaking fills your ears.

you pull away from jjs lips briefly to look at who opened the door.

"seven minutes are up, lovebirds." john b says with a jerk of his head, motioning for you two to get out the closet with a smirk.

[cute-sucker]

note: this is pretty dark! so please tw for toxic relationship (with rafe obviously!!) + this is for liona (inspo)

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rafe was following you.

you could almost feel his gaze on you from the diner sometimes. as if he was waiting to strike. the first time you saw him, he was standing outside the glass diner a strange expression on his face. clearly, he was high out of his mind as he tried to stumble and hang onto the street lamp. you had been talking with jj, him chuckling about you having whipped cream on your face - and you spotted him.

he was staring dead into your soul, and you felt your breath quicken pardoning yourself to the bathroom. no, you couldn't do this, and when jj asked you what happened you had whispered some excuse.

he knew where you were. your masterful escape hadn't been masterful after all.   

sometimes rafe scared you. it was the early stages of your pregnancy with him. the feeling of being so suffocated carrying his baby. and it wasn't like he didn't love you no, sometimes you cried to him fists drumming on his chest, screaming, wondering where you had gone wrong.

where had you gone wrong for him to be so punishing. for his protective cage to make you fall prey to him? it was the feeling that your heart would break if he whispered a bad word, and you hated it cowering against his heavy words and hoping that he wouldn't get you back from putting a toe out of line.

being with rafe had been some of the worst and best times of your life. it was when you got a taste of teenage freedom, putting out a small dress to sneak to a party, tasting punch and he was there. you looked a mess with pink glowy lipstick, shyly trying to ease into your new shining persona.

he saw you, a hopeless deer in headlights and suddenly if anyone tried to bump into you - he was there. it felt nice to be cared for, and sometimes he'd take it far. taking you anywhere in your car, and making sure that his hand wandered near your waist.

but it was after the baby that things went wrong. he was cursing at you for being so stupid to get pregnant. you had cradled your head in your chest as he cussed you out, heavy drums in your heart. he tried to persuade you first -

"you don't need a baby. no, you don't need one," he would coo, eyes red from whatever he was on, as you tried not to stop yourself from sobbing. you made miek sounds, practically folding into yourself as you rocked from side to side.

he took this as you disrespecting him, "hey?" he snapped his fingers, eyebrows furrowed as he clenched his jaw, "what the hell is wrong with you? fucking embarrassment," he would spit out, almost as if he was disgusted with your behaviour.

then you would whimper with sadness, and it only amplified his anger, "jesus christ. i'm always taking care of you, and this is how you reward me?" he barked, his voice sharp and unforgiving. you shook your head, telling him you were sorry.

you had your baby in the morning, an early baby. he wasn't even there in the reception, as her wrinkly face mewled for someone. you had tucked her into your lap, swearing - swearing to get away.

but then he came like your prince charming, eyes red while carrying a baby bag, and a stupid pink outfit that he told you she could wear. it was tacky and too big, yet you felt the need to cry. maybe this was a sign that he would change. maybe this was a sign from the gods. there was a forced smile on his face, as he looked at your sticky baby.

it finally came down to how he acted around the baby. never cleaning up after. after all, you were eighteen when you had her, practically children as if you were playing family. he was smoking, abusing drugs and then coming back to your apartment telling you he'd get better.

the day you left was a breath of fresh air.

so what was he doing coming after you? you tried to ignore it, but sometimes out of the blue - weeks after his first sighting, he would be looking at the glass window with a clear look on his face. as if he was going to come in, and yet he didn't. every single time you dared him with your eyes, meek hands shaking as you tried to stay away from that entrance.

at this point, your favourite place was next to the counter, next to jj where you could yap as much as you wanted. sometimes jj would tell you to shut it as he made food, because one time the two of you were talking and he'd messed up an order. the guy had yelled at him, and all jj could do was shrug, a playful smile on your face looking at your flushed face.

the two of you were taking it slow. you didn't know how to do it all, but since that day he sat you down in his lap, playing with the strands of your hair - you didn't know who you were to him. yet, it felt right laughing with him, letting him touch your waist leaving you completely rendered. you were under a spell as if he was the sun and you were the moon.

you were running back to him every single time, a bright smile on your face. after all he was the one who told you to go to art school. so that's what you did at night while leaving your baby at the elderly women's house. she was so sweet, as your baby girl blubbered and giggled. she was the grandmother you had always wanted for your little girl.

everything was fine.

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it would be a lie if jj said he hadn't noticed the strange guy staring at the glass from time to time. he was always there when you were, giving you a stare that could bring the dead back to life. jj didn't know who he was, and to be honest he was giving him the creeps.

you always seemed to stiffen whenever the guy came into view, and jj couldn't help but scowl when the jackass came to view. it was the only time he hated the wide glass windows in the diner. it meant that you had to see that guy peeking in.

what creeped him out even more was the amount that the guy stared. sometimes he came out drunk, eyes red as he stumbled onto the sidewalk. jj was waiting for him to come in. waiting for him to confront him - and yet for his whole ordeal, he had never taken a step inside the diner. he wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

"i like this dress," jj mused the next day you came in. he wiped the table looking up at you. the diner was closed up, and the little bell jingled he knew it was you. he didn't know how this became a thing - but you always came after things ended.

sometimes the two of you would share an ice cream sundae sitting next to the counter, sometimes he'd get you some chocolate milk - but never had he asked why you came.

you liked talking about your day during those times. you sat there all pretty and prepared, he'd never admit it but he liked how much you dolled up for him. there was always some flowery blouse you had on, or a tight skirt. sometimes it was a maxi skirt or some jeans. but you always look so pretty.

you smiled bashfully at the compliment, biting your lip as you tilted your head. you held your baby tight, and yet she wiggled out of your hands to make it to jj.

"oiagh," she sputtered out, "wah, wah," incomparable words but jj couldn't hlep but chuckle, lifting her up to look at her better. she was around 10 months now, her tiny curls in pigtails. she was wearing tiny overalls and a backwards hat.

"look at you," jj murmured, toying with her hat, "such a cutie," he sighed, and she shrieked with happiness as jj poked in her in the stomach. he couldn't help but gaze over at you. you had this dazed happy expression on your face that made him giddy with joy.

you wiped your babies drool, before pinching her cheek, "she wanted to look like you."

jj laughed, eying you in an incredulous look, "i don't wear overalls," he pointed out, tugging at the straps for her to only scream with joy again.

you rolled your eyes, "close enough. it's the cap for me."

"alright. alright. i'm not fighting with you mama. c'mon lemme get you something..." he paused pretending to think, and you giggled, "you want something sweet, am i right?"

"ding, ding, ding! a point for mr. mayback!" you drawled, before sitting next to the counter. "chocolate milk, please."

jj folded his arms, a teasing lit to his voice as he watched you fix your dress, "you're working me to the bone."

"i like my men hardworking."

"so you say."

then the two of you were off, talking about the different things that had happened. he told you about the mess with the muffins, and you talked about your favourite show. it was a perfect evening, and before you knew it you were yawning resting your head on jj's shoulder.

"you look tired," jj breathed out, softly moving your hair out of your face. you stirred, sleepy eyes looking at him a gentle smile gracing your face.

your heart stuttered staring at him, "it's that one that keeps me up," you said pointing at the tiny baby who was also asleep next to the couches. then suddenly you watched jj get up alert but thought nothing about it.

he finally spoke up, "how about you take a small nap?"

that sounded great to you, and before you knew it you were burrowing yourself in jj's sweatshirt, sleeping in a warm bed.

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jj was practically running while trying to keep up with the man in the window. he was there again when the two of you were speaking, and he hated it. like a stalker following your tracks, so jj did what he was best at.

act recklessly.

"hey! stop right there asshole."

the man turned around at the sound of jj’s voice, his expression shifting from one of eerie calm to a volatile mix of anger and amusement. he stopped in his tracks, turning to face jj with a smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

"what do you want?" the man sneered, his voice dripping with condescension. he stuffed his hands into the pockets of his jacket, rocking back on his heels as if he had all the time in the world.

jj’s eyes blazed with fury as he closed the distance between them, his fists clenched at his sides. "who the hell are you?"

the man scoffed, "i'm rafe. rafe cameron. i thought you'd know about me by now."

"i don't know what you're talking about fuckface."

for a moment, something dark flickered in rafe’s eyes, and his jaw tightened. but then, just as quickly, the mask of arrogance slipped back into place. "you're telling me you have no idea who you’re dealing with?"

jj's glare intensified. " listen man, i don't give a shit who you are," he started scoffing, "but i know the food looks great but you can't stay out there staring at people. it's messed up, makes you look like a creep. come in and get a bite or jus' fuckin' leave."

rafe’s laughter was cold and hollow, echoing in the empty street. "oh, i will. don’t you worry about that." he took a step back, his gaze never leaving jj’s. "but for now, i have better things to do."

and he jumped into his car, a shiny truck with blaring lights. all jj could do was look into the dark wondering who the hell rafe cameron was.  

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[sexilene]

jj x reader cockwarming!! ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ #03 (sorry bout the spelling mistakes!)

jj often takes you with him when he goes fishing, he basically does all the work and you sit there flipping through a magazine or sunbathing. and just like all the other times, watching your boyfriend’s veins form his arms stand out as he lifts buckets of fish and what not, looking all manly. and sure he’d smell a little salty and his hands a little fishy but you couldn't care less, all you could focus on was the throb of your clit and the need to have your tired boyfriend’s dick inside you asap.

at some point he dramatically stretches and leans back on into the car seat, a joint held tightly to his pursed lips. you both are seated in the front of a dingy little truck you found for him at some junk yard car place, you had surprised him with it for his birth last year and though it needed some work jj was still entirely greatful.

jj inhales, his eyes closed while you’re seated sinked on top of him, your fingers tangle in messy blonde hair, his cock pulsating warming inside you.

“jay? please put it out…im so tired and i really wanna cum!” you whine, rocking your hips slightly. you pout and lay your cheek down onto his shoulder as he continues to hold you down with his hand on your hip. you too had been like this for about 30 minutes now, just cock warming him and you had tried to fuck yourself on his cock, but nothing seemed to work to ease the need for him to just slam you down on his dick.

“baby, how could you be tired, you literally did nothing the whole time hmm?” he coos, before inhaling again and then blowing out smoke from his nose.

“keep tellin ya, if you wanna cum, you jus’ gotta wait till papa j s’ready…” he speaks with a soft growl, squeezing the flesh of your hip. you whine again to get your point across, rocking your hips again against his. the wet sounds of your cunt and the feeling of your clenching pussy finally made him give in and help you out,

“gimme a sec baby cakes, i’m almost done” slurs, finishing off the joint and stubbing it out in the ashtray in the cup holder. he grabs your face to make you look at him, the strong grip on your jaw probably is going to leave a mark from his rings. he blows the last of the smoke out of his nose again and then pulls your face in to give you the sloppiest kiss.

“really wanna get fucked, really bad…” you pine, all these smells overwhelming your senses. the earthy saltiness of your boyfriend, the smell of his joint and the smell of your wetness…

“imma take care of you now, kay?” he smiles before his other hand finds your other hip, lifting you up effortlessly and then slamming into you from underneath. “iv’e gotchyou babe, just take it.” the force of that singular thrust has your eyes closing shut and your nails to dig into the skin of his neck.

your boyfriends cock hitting deep into your soaking cunt at a bruising pace, up and down up and down, against your sweet spot over and over again.

“like a pretty little sex doll you know that?- cept your warm…” he jokes,

your head lolls into the little spot under his jaw, drooling on his shoulder, your eyes clenched shut as you whine,

“don’t be funny right now! im- oh! you’re being mean…” the tight coil in your belly starts to snap as he continues to slam you down on his dick sloppily, your clit rubbing against his skin giving you little shockwaves of pleasure.

“m’sorry- fuck! love you, you know that….” he grunts, fucking up into you as you start to feel the way his cock starts to throb sending you over the edge. you squeal into jj’s mouth in an attempt to kiss him while you creamed all over his cock. he just continues to groan and fuck up into you through your orgasm, and eventually his.

after coming down from both your highs, you continue to sit there impaled on his dick, his hand rubbing soothing circles on your back. you try and sit up and move back to the passenger seat but jj hold you down on him and shushes you.

“no no angel, you wanted to cum that bad? were gonna keep goin till you can’t take it,”

[cutielando]

caught | j.m.

synopsis: in which they get caught

a/n: requested by @kkgirll272: Can you write about how JJ and y/n reader sneak out at sunrise into John bs van and things get smutty and then they all wake uk bc they were too loud and find them outside. (None of the pogues knew they liked eachother)

warnings!!: smut, p in v, overstimulation, oral sex (both made and female receiving), unprotected sex (be safe!!), squirting, semi-public sex, secret relationship, getting caught, cockwarming (for like a split second)

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The two of you were just hanging out with your friends, gathered around a small fire, drinking and laughing the night away. But there was something about JJ that night that had you all hot and bothered.

The way his hair sat on top of his head, strands adorning his chiseled face and the way the fire illuminated his blonde strands. The shirt he wore putting his biceps on display for you to admire, the way the muscles under his skin flexed with every move that he made. It ignited a fire deep within you, wanting to jump his bones in front of everyone right then and there.

But you couldn't.

None of your friends knew about the secret relationship that had blossomed between the two of you weeks ago. They had always made fun of you and the obvious crushed you had on each other, but hadn't connected the dots that you had let your feelings win and your desires drive you.

You had decided to keep the relationship a secret until you figured out what it actually meant, whether it was just a temporal thing or not, whether it was just about sex or not. And you had actually done a good job hiding it from them.

However, as the growing pressure between your legs grew, the fire deep inside getting stronger and stronger, you felt the need to get away from the bonfire and your friends with JJ and have your way with him.

But there was no way you could both leave undetected without causing suspicion.

"Are you okay?" you hadn't even realized you had zoned out until you felt JJ hot breath on the shell of your ear, his hushed voice causing goosebumps to arise on your skin.

"I'm fine" you said, giving him an unconvincing smile.

JJ got worried for a second, scanning your entire body for something telling him what was wrong with you. The moment his eyes landed on the way you were clenching your thigh together, he fought the smirk that was threatening to erupt on his handsome face.

He had made you horny.

His plan had worked.

There was quite nothing that got JJ going as knowing you were riled up in front of his friends all because of him, and not being able to do anything because of it.

He enjoyed the thrill of sneaking around everyone's back with you like nothing else in the world. Getting to hold you in his arms, kiss your breath away and make you lose your mind and fall apart under him made him think he was in Heaven, and you were his own personal little angel.

However, as he sat there next to you, knowing just how worked up you were and how wet you must be, he realized that his dick was starting to harden in his pants and would be visible for their friends to see on display. Something neither of you wanted.

"Seems like I'm not the only one dying to get fucked" you whispered seductively in his ear, seeing his pants start to constrain against his crotch.

His breath hitched, hating the effect you had on him which made his dick jump in his boxers from your words alone.

Thankfully, it seemed like God was on your side, because not even 5 minutes later, your friends announced that they would be retiring for the night, bidding their goodbyes.

You both waited until they all disappeared into the house before JJ took your hand and started dragging you towards the Twinkie.

"You seriously want to fuck in the Twinkie?" you said, feeling weird to fuck in your best friend's car.

"I don't want them to hear us" he hastily replied, quickly pushing you into the Twinkie and closing the door behind him.

You were sprawled out on the floor, your legs already open and waiting for JJ to finally have his way with you.

"You have no idea how much trouble you're in" JJ muttered, immediately leaning down and planting his lips against yours in a haste kiss.

You gasped from the intensity, which gave JJ to opportunity to slip his tongue in your mouth, intensifying the kiss 100 times over. You were grasping at the hair at the back of his head, your legs winding around his waist to bring him even closer to you.

JJ groaned at the feeling of your wet crotch against his, his dick painfully hard in his shorts.

"Why? I was good, daddy" you whined out against his lips, humping against his clothes crotch in a feeble attempt to relieve the pressure between your legs.

The nickname could have made him cum right then and there. He growled against your mouth, pulling away to take off your shirt and pants in record time.

"Acting like a slut in front of our friends" he mumbled, pressing his lips against yours in a passionate kiss before his lips started making their way down your body.

He slowly inched towards your chest, his lips biting and sucking at the sweet spot on your neck that drove you crazy. You couldn't help but moan out, JJ always knew how to make you weak in the knees for him.

His lips traveled to your breasts, circling around your hardened nipple as his other hand pinched and twisted at your other. You gasped at the electrifying sensation, arching your back against JJ's chest.

"Jayj-" you moaned out, grasping his hair tighter.

He didn't say anything, instead kissing each of your nipples before he traveled towards the place you needed him the most between your legs. He planted feather kisses on the inside of your thighs, his breath tickling your aching pussy with each kiss.

You were growing frustrated at his lack of compassion and wanted to tell him off, but just as you lifted your head off the floor, he dived into your pussy like a man starved, licking a stripe along your aroused slit and all the way to your puffy clit.

"Oh my God" you gasped out, your hand gravitating to hold onto his blonde locks for support.

JJ did not waste any time, starting to suck on your clit like his life depended on him. He lapped at your pussy like it was his last meal, his tongue prodding at the entrance of your pussy.

You were whining and whimpering at the intense feeling, your head thrown back and eyebrows scrunched up.

"Shit, JJ" you gasped out when he inserted two fingers in your dripping hole, pumping in and out of you with a passion.

He looked up at you, his mouth and fingers not letting up for even a split second. Seeing you with your head thrown back, your back arched as he brought you pleasure like no other man ever could, made his already rock hard cock jump in his pants, painful against the restraints of his boxers and shorts.

But he was determined to make you cum with his mouth before he even thought about himself.

Like a man on a mission, he started sucking on your clit more aggressively, adding in a third finger as he was pumping in and out of your dripping wet entrance, knowing you were getting close by the way your walls were fluttering against his fingers.

The hot coil was building rapidly in the pit of your stomach, coming onto you like an unstoppable wave.

"JJ, I'm gonna come, shit, I'm gonna cum baby" you barely let the words out before you moaned loudly, your thighs clasping around JJ's head as your pussy walls throbbed against his face.

Your head was fuzzy, every nerve in your body was on fire as your legs were shaking in your orgasmic bliss.

JJ kept sucking on your clip throughout your orgasm, enjoying the feeling of you thrashing on the floor because of him, because of the things he could do to you.

He slowly slipped his fingers out of you, pressing a kiss to your puffy clit, which had you shake with overstimulation to your sensitive privates.

"That was so fucking hot, mama" he praised you, inching up and pecking your lips before he started taking off his clothes.

"You made me cum so hard, JJ" you laughed, your brain not even registering what you were saying or doing.

JJ chuckled, pride swelling in his chest. He knew he could make you feel good, but hearing it from your mouth was better than anything else.

After a couple of seconds, you slowly sat up just as JJ slipped off his boxers and threw them in the pile you had created on the seats. His throbbing cock slapped against his stomach, the tip an angry red and dripping precum. JJ hissed as the cold air hit his tip, eyeing your movement as you stared at his cock.

You slowly stood up and kneeled before him, eye-to-eye with his impressive length. No matter how many times the two of you would fuck, you could never get over how big and thick and perfect his cock was.

"Are you gonna help me out, baby?" JJ asked as he trailed a hand down your cheek.

Without warning, you wrapped your lips around his hot cock, swirling your tongue around the mushroom tip and sucking harshly. JJ groaned and his knees almost buckled, throwing his head back and closing his eyes.

You slowly began working your way down his shaft, bobbing your head up and down while your hands fondled with his balls. You were taking as much of him as you possibly could, pushing him down your throat past your gag reflex.

"Just like that, baby. You're taking this dick so well, baby. Such a good slut, choking on my dick like this" JJ praised you, taking a hold of your hair in a ponytail as he enjoyed the sight of you with his cock down your throat, tears in your eyes.

JJ closed his eyes and started grinding his hips against you, his cock hitting the back of your throat every single time. You were massaging his balls as best as you could, sucking him in every time he would hit the back of your throat.

Suddenly, an idea popped into your head which would make JJ cum even faster. You started swirling your tongue up and down the veins of his dick every time he would push into your mouth, which brought on the stuttering of his hips you knew too well.

"Fucking shit, I'm gonna cum, baby. Gonna give you so much of my cum, princess. Oh shit" JJ gasped out, pushing all the way until your nose was pressed against abdomen, his cock twitching and spurting long roped of cum down your throat.

JJ's hips kept stuttering as he slowly came down from his high, your combined cum and saliva dripping from the corner of your mouth. Your eyes were wide when you noticed his cock was still as hard as he had been 10 minutes ago, which made JJ chuckle.

"JJ junior has to fuck you before he retires for the night" he teased, making you laugh.

You rapidly laid back on the floor of the Twinkie, JJ coming to settle between your legs.

He pressed his lips against yours, his hand traveling to grasp his aching cock. He ran the mushroom tip over your slit, coating it with your arousal, before slowly sliding in your pussy, the both of you moaning in unison at the feeling of being joined, once again.

"You feel so fucking good, baby" JJ moaned, going in until he was buried to the hilt, his tip already nudging that sweet spot inside of you that had you seeing stars.

You moaned out, your hands reaching for his hair to have something to hold onto.

Slowly, he started sliding in and out of you, your walls sucking him in with every thrust. He was slowly building rhythm, wanting to make sure you felt every single vein in his dick, every single part of him that was devoted to you.

"JJ, holy shit" you gasped out when he started thrusting at a more urgent pace, your eyes rolling in the back of your head.

"You're doing so good for me, mama. This tight little pussy swallowing me hole, made just for me to fuck" he groaned, leaning down to bury his face in the crook of your neck.

You could care less about your friends who were sleeping a couple of feet away from you, the danger of being caught non-existent in your cock-drunk mind.

You were holding onto JJ for dear life, your nails digging into his shoulder blades as he rocked in and out of you at a rapid pace.

Your nerves started tingling, the second orgasm of the night coming in faster that you had anticipated. But this time, something was different. You couldn't tell what, but you were about to find out.

"Jay, I'm gonna-" you couldn't even finish your sentence before his hand reached down between you two, his rough fingers pressing down on your clit and rubbing quick figures on it.

You screamed, the feeling of having to pee becoming overwhelming as the coil burst and you suddenly squirted all over JJ's cock, squealing at the intense feeling of JJ's cock fucking you through your orgasm.

JJ kept rubbing and pressing on your puffy clit, coaxing more and more squirt out of your poor pussy. He hadn't realized the effect it had had on him until he could feel his heavy balls tingling.

You were hazed out, eyes closed as pathetic whimpers escaped your lips.

Taking a hold of your lips, JJ started pounding mercilessly into you, the pace had you moaning and screaming out from the intense feeling of overstimulation.

"That was the hottest shit I've ever seen, princess. Fucking shit, I'm gonna cum so hard for you, gonna cum so deep inside of you" he groaned, making you cry out as he sped his movements even more, your breasts bouncing as the Twinkie thrashed wildly with JJ's unforgiving pace.

His hips started stuttering and then you felt him still inside of you, burying himself to the hilt as ropes of cum painted your inside walls, JJ's pelvis spasming against your as he moaned out loudly. The feeling of his cum inside of you triggered yet another orgasm from you, your walls spasming around his length and milking him for all he was worth.

The feel of your walls milking his cock prolonged his orgasm, turning the both of you into a joined moaning mess.

"Holy shit" you exclaimed as you slowly came to your senses, your hands wrapping weakly around JJ's shoulders and bringing him in for a sweaty hug, his softening cock still buried deep inside of you.

"That was the best sex we've ever had" he chuckled, making you agree and nod.

You stayed like that for a while, the occasional spasm of your walls against his softening dick making the both of you whimper silently.

Neither of you had even thought about your friends, not bothering to be silent as you were having the sex of your lives.

A knock on the van window made you both sit up hurriedly, JJ's cock slipping out of you and making you both shudder.

"I can't believe you guys fucked in my van, man!" John B exclaimed from outside, turning around when he saw you were both naked.

"The whole fucking street heard you, Jesus Christ" Pope added, while Kie just smiled and winked at you from the corner of her eye.

You and JJ looked at each other before bursting out laughing, leaning against each other.

Oh, that was going to be a funny story to tell.

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jj thinking you look the prettiest when your stomach’s all big and swollen with his baby, laying out on the bow of the boat on a towel he’d lay down for you, sunglasses perched on your nose and bikini hugging your body perfectly, specifically showcasing your tits that seemed to be getting bigger every month into your pregnancy, which jj wasn’t complaining about.

he’s at your side whenever you call his name, “everythin’ okay mama?” ,giving you sips of lemonade or water whenever you ask, comin’ over every half an hour or so to make sure you’re all lathered up in sunscreen “gotta make sure my babies aren’t cookin’.” indicating to you and the child you were growing making you giggle and throw an arm over your eyes as he rubs the sunscreen into your plush thighs and up all over your stomach, just bein’ all gentle with you.

big smile on his face cuz he knows he’s gonna love this baby more than he’s loved anyone or anything.