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Summer was due for another thank you.. (JJ Maybank X shy! kook! reader ) Chapter 6

A/N: Hey loves! valentine's day special hehe ;), we're finally getting something from these two, like.. it was about damn time.

Summary: After JJ ends up spending the night in your bed and in your arms, he promises himself he's not gonna crush on someone as unattainable as you, but the universe has other plans on how his night at the kegger ends.

Maisy was convinced JJ was ignoring you after that night because he was scared of his feelings, that had to be it in the mind of the strawberry blonde. Her voice boomed excitedly through the speaker of your poor phone as you got ready unenthused, gesturing wildly as if she was right there in your room, and not on a facetime call, by the pool and in another city surrounded by other people. You had promised, no—swore that you wouldn't listen to her stupid ideas and advice. Her life was chaotic and her guardian angel probably needed a cigarette after every decision she took.

But here you were, standing awkwardly on the edge of the Boneyard, your eyes scanning the people having fun at the kegger. This kept getting stranger, and quite frankly pathetic for you..

Since JJ had slept over at your house, after the fight with his dad, almost a week ago; you couldn't help but feel like the interaction had been left unfinished in a way. But as you stood there glancing around at the couples and friend groups which were already drunk, despite it being very early, you couldn't help but feel like it was a bad idea. Your fingers were fidgeting with the hem of your sage green satin summer dress, sparing an almost disgusted glance down at the soft fabric adorned with small pink flowers. 'I should've stayed home' you thought, your mind already writhing in social anxiety. He obviously had no interest in talking to you after the whole strange ordeal of waking up in your room and in your arms save for the occasional smile and wave (which was probably from politeness now that you thought about it), so why were you here?

The sun had just dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow over the sandy beach. The sky was a canvas of swirling purples, pinks, and deep blues, with stars beginning to twinkle as the night settled in. A large bonfire crackled at the center of the gathering, its flames dancing and casting flickering light on the faces of those gathered around. The bonfire was the heart of the event, providing warmth and a focal point for the evening's activities.

Beach blankets and towels were spread out in a semi-circle around the fire, with groups of friends lounging on them, laughing, and sharing stories. Coolers and portable speakers were scattered throughout the area, playing a mix of R&B music and the occasional pop song that added to the lively atmosphere. The sound of waves gently crashing against the shore provided a soothing backdrop to the party, blending harmoniously with the laughter and chatter of the attendees.

A keg, the star of the show, stood prominently near the bonfire, with a line of people waiting to fill their red Solo cups. Surfboards and beach gear were propped up in the sand, and a few adventurous souls took turns riding the waves illuminated by the moonlight. Others played beach volleyball or tossed a frisbee, their silhouettes barely visible in the dim light. The camaraderie was palpable, with everyone enjoying the carefree spirit of the night.

Except for you, of course. How in the hell did Maisy convince you to go to a kegger alone, you didn't know either. Unsolved mystery.

JJ stood a few feet away, with John B and Pope, drinking beers and chatting. His attention was half-focused on their conversation, but his eyes kept flicking towards you, standing awkwardly off to the side of the party. He couldn't help but notice how out of place you looked, your pretty dress standing out among the casual outfits of the Pogues and Kooks alike. If you could even call them that. Most of them were either topless of in bikinis.

His eyes lingered on you for a moment, taking in your nervous fiddling with the hem of your dress, the way you seemed uncomfortable and out of place in the crowded party environment.

But he made no efort to walk up to you too scared and unsure, and you didn't notice him, despite, secretly looking for him. You took small hesitant steps forward, further onto the beach and away from the spot you were in a few moments ago. You hated crowds and cheap beer, so why were you at a kegger? alone too? Cause you were dumb that's why.

You weaved through the crowds and tried not to bump into people as you made you way around the beach mindlessly, no purpose in mind, just trying not to have a panic attack hopefully. Stopping next to a cooler you pried it open, kneeling down next to it to grab a can of... something. You weren't sure what you were drinking here, seltzer maybe? But oh, well. Alcohol is liquid courage.. or confidence, you didn't remember how the saying went. You needed both of those, anyway.

As you knelt down next to the cooler, the fabric of your dress hugging your figure in a way that accentuated your curves, JJ's eyes couldn't help but be drawn to you. He felt a jolt of... something. Attraction, definitely, but also a hint of something else, something inexplicable inside him, a feeling he couldn't quite place. For a moment, he just stared, his mind going blank.

Finally, he snapped out of it, suddenly aware that John B and Pope had stopped their conversation and were now staring at him with curious smirks.

Pope cleared his throat, nudging JJ with an elbow, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "Yo, JJ... seeing something you like there?"

John B chuckled, also noticing where JJ's gaze had been fixed. "Looks like our resident flirt has found his next target."

JJ tried to play it cool, rolling his eyes at his friends. He didn't want to admit to them that, yes, he was indeed "seeing something he liked" and that he couldn't tear his gaze away from that "something"

He grumbled, trying to sound nonchalant. "Oh, shut it, man. Just... just checking out the crowd, y'know. That's all."

John B exchanged a knowing look with Pope, before both of them broke out into grins.

"Yeah, sure. Checking out the crowd, my ass. You were eye-fucking her. We're not blind, JJ." Pope chimed in, amused by JJ's denial.

John B added with a smirk, "And who can blame you? She looks good tonight. Like, really good."

JJ felt his cheeks heat up at his friends' teasing. They were right, he was definitely checking you out, ogling at you in that damn dress that kinda looked like a night gown now that he thought about it. He couldn't help it. You looked so different from your usual self, the soft, pretty dress a stark contrast to your usual jeans and oversized hoodies that you wore for skating, your hair usually tied up in a ponytail, now loose and falling past your shoulders in beautiful curls. He swallowed, trying to find an excuse, something to hide how he was really feeling.

"I... it's just... you know who that is, right?"

The guys both nodded, sharing another amused smirk between themselves. John B chimed up first, chuckling. JJ was trying to act nonchalant, but both of them could see how flustered he was. They rarely saw JJ flustered like this, especially over a girl. "That the chick you got stuck in the closet in? The 'mouse' one? You trying to make a move on her or what?"

JJ groaned in frustration, feeling cornered at the annoying barrage of questions and knowing looks from his best friends. He didn't want to admit to them, or even himself, how attracted he was to you that night. He couldn't explain it. Sure, you'd always been cute, in a nerdy, quiet way. But seeing you all dolled up, dressed up in that pretty dress for the first time ever... it was doing things to him. Things that he was trying to desperately ignore since you helped him out that night.

He took a deep breath, trying to regain his usual aloof attitude. "I... I don't know, man. It's not that simple."

Unbeknownst to the conversation that was unfolding about you a few good feet away, you stood up straight, studying the can of alcohol you picked up from the cooler, snapping the lid shut with your foot as you looked at the label. Vodka seltzer it seemed, you shrugged cracking the can open and taking a hesitant first sip. Tastes fine. Fruity and stingy, as all alcohol was but not unpleasant, and definitely not beer. It will have to do, you thought.

JJ watched as you popped open the can and took a sip. He couldn't help but feel a pang of... Concern? Yes, that's what it was. Concern. He knew you rarely drank, and here you were, at a kegger alone with a can of alcohol.

Without thinking twice, he excused himself from his friends, who were still teasing him about you, and pushed through the small crowd of drunk teenagers towards you.

As he approached you, he noticed that you were looking a little overwhelmed, standing alone with the can in your hand, taking small, hesitant sips. He felt a wave of protectiveness wash over him. Despite the rivalry between Pogues and Kooks, he couldn't help but feel the need to make sure you were alright. Not as a pogue talking to a kook but as an acquaintance checking up on a girl alone at a party.

He stopped beside you, giving you a small, casual smile.

"Hey, mouse. You holding up okay?"

When you showed up to the kegger, alone and inevitably too dressed up for the thing you didn't know exactly what you had in mind. Getting black out drunk? Addressing the whole picture in the wallet and sleeping over at your place situation with JJ? You didn't know. The crowd overwhelmed you, and you were slightly uncomfortable from the makeup and the dress.

You turned around at the sound of his voice, your demeanor becoming even more meeker. Great. He actually came up to you. "hi.." you greeted quietly, maybe too quiet given the blaring music around you and the sounds from the teenage crowd floating around both of you. "Yeah 'm holding up.."

JJ leaned closer to you, the loud music in the background making it difficult to hear each other. He could see the unease in your demeanor, the way you fidgeted, the quiet, nervous look in your eyes. It made him feel strangely protective, a feeling he wasn't used to.

He gestured at your drink, attempting a lighthearted tone. "What're you drinking there, mouse? Never pegged you as an alcoholic."

"I'm not sure.." you mumbled, looking down at the can and adjusting your glasses.

JJ chuckled, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"You're not sure? That's dangerous, mouse. You don't know what you're putting in that pretty mouth of yours." The words were out before he could stop them, a little suggestive. He couldn't help it. Especially with the beer he had and the weed he smoked before coming up to you.

'Okay? that was a little suggestive', you thought. You looked down, shifting awkwardly on the sand trying to think of something to say without sounding too flustered or awkward, "it tastes fine.."

JJ watched as you shifted awkwardly, taking another sip from your mystery drink. He smirked, seeing how flustered you were at his little comment.

He took a step closer, his eyes roaming over your face, pausing on your lips, then your eyes, before returning to your lips again. "Yeah? Well, let me taste it."

Before you had the chance to process his words, JJ had already closed the distance between you, taking the can out of your hand and bringing it to his lips, taking a sip. He watched as your eyes widened in surprise, a mixture of shock and shyness.

He handed the can back to you, a cocky smirk on his face. "Mmm... you're right, it does taste fine. What is it, peach seltzer?"

"That's my lip-gloss.." you stated awkwardly, knowing that aside from your drink he had probably tasted your lip gloss stuck on the rim of the can when you took some sips of your own.

JJ's eyebrows raised in surprise, and he let out a soft chuckle at your words. "Your lip-gloss, huh?"

He looked down at your lips, now slightly shiny from the gloss, his gaze lingering. He couldn't help but imagine how it would feel to kiss you right now, tasting the sweet, fruity flavor of the lip gloss on your lips, or the actual drink on your tongue. He cleared his throat. "Well, it tastes better than the drink."

"You should've cleaned the rim.." you suggested awkwardly once again, shifting on your heels, your sneakers digging into the soft sand beneath them.

JJ couldn't help but chuckle again at your comment. You were always so damn cute when you were uncomfortable. He stepped closer, now standing only a few inches away from you. He couldn't resist teasing you a little. "Yeah, guess I should've. But it's a bit late now, isn't it? Guess you'll just have to forgive me."

You looked up at him, shrugging slightly, "it's okay.." you spoke, taking a small step back at the close proximity, despite having slept in the same bed almost a week ago.

He noticed your slight step back, the hint of awkwardness between you both despite the close proximity. He couldn't help but wonder what you were thinking about that night when you had let him stay over at your place.

He smirked, deciding to bring it up, half-joking. "You know, I still haven't thanked you properly for letting me stay over that night."

"You had... you thanked me like 5 times... i think." you answered meekly, "how's your rib?" you pointed vaguely to his side.

He chuckled, amused by your memory of the event. "Mmm, you're right, I did. But maybe I'm due for another 'thank you' tonight."

He lifted his shirt slightly, revealing the now bruised rib (and a sneak peak of his toned abs in the process), the colors of the bruise faded into a pale green. It was almost healed, just a little stiff.

"It's a lot better. Still sore as hell, though."

You nodded knowingly, your eyes studying the fading bruise from behind your glasses, trying not to let your eyes drift to his abs. "Well, I'm glad it wasn't broken.."

He watched as you studied the bruise, your eyes hidden behind the glasses. Despite the casual situation, he felt a strange sense of vulnerability under your gaze. There was something intimate about it, but he quickly brushed it aside. He shrugged, nonchalant as always. "Mhm, me too. I'd have been in for a world of pain if it were. So, don't worry. I'm good as new."

As the silence between you continued, JJ found himself studying your face, the way your glasses framed your eyes, the hint of redness on your cheeks, or the subtle makeup enhancing your soft and pretty features. He suddenly felt the urge to reach out and touch your hair, to see if it was as silky as it looked. But he held back, not wanting to make things even more awkward than they already were.

Instead, he broke the silence, changing the subject. "You know, I still can't believe you're wearing a dress."

You glanced down at the velvety sage green dress flowing gently into the breeze from the ocean, your faded converse dimming down the look of it. You wore dresses, sometimes. When you weren't skating, of course. But this one tonight was Maisy's idea. In your opinion the small pink flowers made it look like a sleeping gown. "it's a bit uncomfortable if I'm being honest.."

JJ raised an eyebrow, taking a moment to appreciate the way the dress hugged your curves and how the soft material swayed with each gentle breeze. You looked absolutely sinful, and he was definitely staring. But in a respectful, neutral kind of way.

"Yeah, it looks a little like a nightdress. Cute, but not really kegger-appropriate." He smirked, a hint of amusement in his eyes.

He took a step closer, the gap between you closing even more. He reached out, gently tugging on the hem of the dress, his fingers grazing your hip.

His voice was low and teasing. "Why'd you dress up so nice for this kegger anyway? Trying to impress someone, mouse?"

"I'm not dressed nicely... it's a summer dress.." you spoke quietly, glancing down at his hand with a subtle questioning look and then back up at his face.

JJ smirked at your quiet response, amused by your denial of the obvious. He tugged on the hem of the dress once more, his fingers still lingering on your hip, the subtle touch sending a shiver down your spine. "Bullshit, mouse. You're practically glowing. You look gorgeous in this. You definitely stand out among the drunk teenagers on this beach."

He tilted his head slightly, locking eyes with you. "So I'm gonna ask you again, why the hell are you wearing a gorgeous, pretty dress at a kegger, hmm?"

His fingers traced a small circle on your hip, the contact causing your heart to race.

"No reason." you shrugged, trying to ignore the fact that he was actually touching you, and questioning you so intensely. What the actual fuck?

JJ raised an eyebrow at your nonchalant response, his fingers still tracing small circles on your hip, his touch light yet electrifying.

He leaned in a little closer, his voice lowering to a huskier tone. "Bullshit again. You don't dress up like this for no reason, mouse. You don't come to a kegger all dolled up for no reason."

"Why do i gotta have a reason?" you asked gently, narrowing your eyes in mild and shy curiosity.

JJ chuckled softly at your question, the innocent curiosity in your eyes endearing to him.

"Because people usually have reasons for doing things, mouse. You don't just dress up and go to a party that's usually full of stoners and drunk people in board shorts and bikinis for fun."

He took another step closer, his chest now almost touching yours. He smirked, his eyes roaming over your body again.

You could tell he was drunk and high, that much was obvious. Maybe that's why he was prying and being so touchy—and the dress was a step up from your usual clothing. Men were really simple creatures it seemed. "I just wanted a small change... besides.. it's a nice summer dress. Perfect for a kegger on the beach.... in the midst of summer." you spoke quietly, your fingers reaching up to adjust your glasses.

JJ chuckled again at your response, appreciating your quiet honesty. He knew damn well that you were still avoiding the truth, but he didn't push it. Not yet, anyway.

He leaned in even closer, his breath hot against your ear. "It is a nice summer dress, I'll give you that... but I think it would look even better on my floor tonight."

Before you could stammer out a flustered response to his obvious and shameless flirting, you were interrupted by a small cough. Your head snapped to the side at the sound, eyes falling onto the source of the voice.

You knew Ben from Maisy. He was one of the few acquaintances you actually didn't mind. You turned to face the boy, giving him a small, polite smile and adjusting your glasses. "Hi, Ben..." you greeted hesitantly, a touch of confusion coloring your tone. It was unusual for him to approach you, especially when Maisy wasn't with you.

JJ groaned internally at the interruption, annoyed that his moment of closeness with you had been cut off by some random guy approaching you. He was waiting for your reply intently. He recognized Ben as one of Maisy's friends and instantly disliked him on principle. He took a step back, his face hardening as he crossed his arms over his chest, watching you interact with the other boy closely.

Ben, on the other hand, was giving JJ a friendly smile, totally oblivious to the underlying tension between the two of you. He was a typical Kook, charming, athletic, sociable, and completely unaware of the world outside his little rich bubble.

He returned your smile, giving you a nod in greeting. "Hey Y/n, I thought that was you! You look great tonight."

"Aw thanks..." you shifted awkwardly at his compliment. You knew Ben from the countless band practices you went to with Maisy when she was hooking up with their guitarist. Ben was on the drums and pretty nice too. Never 'come up to you at a kegger and compliment you' nice, though. Weird.

Ben chuckled, clearly enjoying the shy, flustered look on your face. JJ scowled, silently hating the way this guy was making you blush.

Ben glanced at JJ over your shoulder, noticing the pogue's stern expression. He gave JJ a small nod, acknowledging his presence before returning his attention to you. "You here on your own?"

"Yeah.. um.. Maisy's out of town unfortunately." you stammered nodding.

Ben nodded understandingly, a hint of disappointment on his face. "Ah, that's a shame. I've been meaning to hang out with her more. She's been so busy lately.."

JJ rolled his eyes, wishing these two dorks would hurry up with the small talk so he could have you to himself again.

"Well... it would be awkward since her and Riley broke up. But hey, you can convince him to have us over at another band practice.." you chuckled awkwardly, shaking your head.

Ben let out a laugh, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "Yeah, it has been kind of weird between them... but I guess that's just how it is when you date a bandmate and it doesn't work out."

JJ was starting to lose patience. He was tired of watching you and Ben chat about irrelevant band drama. He decided to intervene, taking a step forward and placing a possessive hand on your hip.

"Hey Ben, sorry to cut this chat short, but I need to talk to mouse alone for a sec." He looked at Ben coldly, almost daring him to object.

Ben looked surprised, clearly not expecting JJ to interject like that. He looked between you and JJ, his friendly expression faltering a bit at JJ's possessive hand on your hip and the way he called you "mouse". "Oh, uh... sure, man. I don't mind."

JJ smirked, satisfied that Ben had taken the hint and backed off. He pulled you a few steps away from Ben, his hand still firmly on your hip.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke, glancing over his shoulder at the retreating form of Ben. "That guy's a total dork, mouse."

"Ben's my friend." you mumbled in confusion side glancing up at him in quiet confusion. "Well, sort of.."

JJ chuckled, the alcohol and weed making his irritation and possessive streak even stronger than usual. "Yeah, yeah... I get that. He's one of Maisy's friends. But he's still a total dork. Do you think he's cute?"

"I dunno... -why does it matter?" you asked, your brows furrowing gently.

JJ shrugged, his grip on your hip tightening slightly. "No reason. I'm just asking." He leaned in closer, his lips practically touching your ear as he spoke again in a low, almost possessive tone.

"You wanna know what I think?"

He didn't wait for you to reply, continuing on "I think that he was all over you tonight. The whole 'you look gorgeous' comment, the 'i've been meaning to hang out with Maisy' line.... what a load of bullshit."

"No he wasn't.. Ben's always nice." You mumbled, grimacing slightly. What was in the air tonight, and why is JJ acting like... whatever he's acting like right now.

JJ rolled his eyes at your naiveté. "Mouse, if you think that dork was just being nice, then you're even more clueless than I thought." He pulled you closer, his hand now on your lower back, almost hugging you against him

He continued speaking, his voice low and rough, his head tilted down close to yours. "He was hitting on you, mouse. That whole 'you look great tonight' and 'I've been wanting to hang out with Maisy more' crap was just an excuse to make himself look good."

"But... why are you so worked up?" you voiced your curiosity without meaning to. You just kept switching between different levels of disbelief, each one more intense than the other. Especially since he was being so touchy-feely.

JJ felt his irritation and possessiveness flare up even more at your question. Why was he so worked up, you ask? "Because I don't like seeing some dickhead kooked up dork drooling over you. It pisses me off."

He tightened his grip on your waist, his fingers digging into your skin as he pulled you even closer, a bit over the boundary he respected usually.

He leaned in even closer, his lips hovering over your neck, his breath hot against your skin as he spoke. "You're supposed to be hanging out with me tonight, mouse. Not some lame ass Kook with a dumbass haircut and a drum set."

Your brows furrowed, growing more shocked at his actions. What the fuck was happening, like actually? "ah.. okay?" you mustered out. You weren't sure what to do with your hands or how to feel given he was practically clinging to you in the middle of the beach.

JJ smirked at your flustered, shocked reaction. He was enjoying the way he was making you squirm in his hands. He pressed himself against you even more, his chest now fully pressed against yours, his chin resting on your shoulder. He inhaled the scent of your hair, all too familiar with the smell of your shampoo since that night, his fingers tracing small circles on your lower back just above your hips.

He spoke in a low, huskier tone, his lips grazing your ear.

"You smell good, mouse. You look good too. In this goddamn pretty dress and those stupid high tops you always wear... you look so damn pretty tonight."

"What's happening?" you asked, your hands resting on his shoulders hesitantly.

JJ chuckled, amused by your bewildered expression. He liked that he could fluster you so easily. He liked having you close like this, in his arms, all dressed up in a pretty little summer dress.

He pulled you even closer, his hands now fully on your hips, his fingers digging into your skin. "What do you mean 'what's happening'? I'm touching you, mouse. You know... cause I want to."

He leaned down, his lips brushing against your neck. He didn't kiss your neck, though he wanted to, just teased you a bit, enjoying the way your hands clenched around his shoulders in response to his touch. "You like this, don't you? Being close to me... being touched, pretty little mouse?"

"I'm just a little confused that's all..?" you spoke, trying to keep your voice steady, even though you were freaking out inside, close to an asthma attack.

JJ chuckled again, his hands still on your hips, his fingers slowly tracing small circles on your skin through the fabric of the dress.

"What's so confusing, sweet mouse?" He nipped at your earlobe teasingly, then licked a spot on your neck just below it.

He smirked against your skin as he spoke again, his voice rough and full of desire. "You taste good, mouse. You think I should taste you somewhere else, just to see if you taste as good there too? Just to make sure."

Okay something definitely was in the the air tonight. Cause what? did he actually just ask you that? You blinked a couple of times in confusion and flusteredness, your brows furrowing, "what exactly are we talking about?" you asked meekly.

JJ chuckled huskily, loving how you kept letting him fluster you. He leaned back a bit so he could look into your face, his eyes roaming over your flushed cheeks and wide eyes.

He raised an eyebrow, his voice dropping an octave as one of his hands slowly travelled down to the hem of your dress, grazing over the bare skin of your thigh, and making the fabric ride up on your leg just a little bit.

His hand on your hip stayed in place, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your skin, while the one on your thighs traced higher, slowly pushing up the hem of your dress, causing it to expose more and more of your skin to him as it went.

He leaned in close to your ear, his lips just barely touching your skin as he spoke, his words laced with a hint of desire. "You want me to show you what I mean, pretty little mouse?"

"I think i know.." you mumbled breathlessly, a small nervous smile tugging at your lips as his hand slid under the fabric of your slip dress. This genuinely felt unreal. The same guy who didn't bother sparing a glance in your direction before you got stuck in a closet like a month ago, was... well groping you shamelessly? in the middle of a kegger nonetheless. Same guy who you've been in love with since you were 9. Crazy. Your brain and breathing had trouble keeping up.

JJ chuckled, loving the breathless sound of your voice as he teased his hand farther up your thigh, his fingers tracing the edge of your underwear. He loved the way you looked right now, wearing that cute little dress and your favorite sneakers, with a flushed, flustered expression on your face.

He nibbled on your earlobe again, his breath hot against your skin as he spoke. "Oh yeah? You gonna tell me what you think then, pretty girl?"

His hands continued to roam over your body, one on your hip, the other under your dress. He shifted, pressing his body against yours even more, his chest flush against yours. His breath was now coming in warm, ragged pants, his eyes darkened with desire as he leaned down and started leaving a trail of soft kisses along your neck and shoulder.

"All i know is that.. well... we're still on the beach? I dunno what's happening but.. seems like something that shouldn't be for the public." Yeah no shit dumbass. Whatever he's suggesting is, in fact not public worthy. This is still shocking. His hand was actually under your dress, his face buried in your neck. While you stood there like a scarecrow, unmoving.

JJ chuckled, his breath tickling your neck. He looked up and around at the people dancing and partying around them, realizing you were right. "Yeah... guess you're right about that one, mouse. Wouldn't want anyone to get a show they didn't ask for, huh?"

He smirked, pulling away from your neck, his hand slipping out from under your dress with some reluctance.

He took a step back, putting some space between you. He looked down at you, his eyes roaming over your flushed face and outfit. You looked so damn pretty, and it was driving him nuts. "C'mon, sweet mouse. Let's go somewhere a little more private."

At that point who were you to protest. The guy you've been in love with secretly was basically dragging you away to well... fuck? And that was more than enough instead of some sort of awkward conversation. And it wasn't like you didn't want to. Or thought about it before. You'd be a liar if you said you didn't.

The walk to the chateau from the beach was hurried and frankly too quiet for your liking. Surprisingly. But given you were a bit tipsy, you didn't mind escaping the crowd to be alone with JJ. Especially he seemed more than eager. He was the reason you came to the thing in the first place anyway.

JJ pulled you through the throngs of drunk teenagers and away from the beach, his hand still gripping yours as he navigated the dark streets. He led you towards the Chateau, knowing they could get some privacy there. He wasn’t sure what was going on at this point, but he was too intoxicated and aroused to question it too much. Initially JJ was gonna stay a good distance from you when he first noticed you at the kegger. Wave and shoot you a friendly smile, careful not to push the boundary too much like he did a week ago. But who was he trying to fool here, he was still carrying that picture of you and he found himself checking it when he had the time to throughout the days.

When they reached the house, he led you inside, pulling you into a dark room and closing the door behind them.

He pushed you lightly against the wall, his hands on your hips, trapping you between him and the wall. He looked into your face, his eyes roaming over your flushed face, your messy hair, your pretty little dress.

He spoke in a gruff, huskier voice, his eyes dark with desire. "This better, mouse? You like being alone with me like this?"

He leaned down, his lips brushing against your neck again as he spoke, his hands slowly moving up your sides, slipping under your dress. "You look so pretty in this dress. Such a pretty little thing... all dressed up for me, huh?"

You found your self humming and nodding without realizing, basically melting in his hands as he continued to compliment and touch you shamelessly, completely in disbelief at the situation.

JJ smirked against your skin, loving the way you were practically melting in his hands, responding to his touch so eagerly. He continued to whisper praises against your neck, his lips nipping at the sensitive skin there, his hands roaming under your dress, slowly sliding up your thigh.

"You like being alone with me like this, don't you, sweet mouse? All alone, in a dark room, with me touching you like this?"

He continued to kiss and nip at your neck, his lips and tongue leaving a trail of wet kisses along your skin, moving down towards your collarbone. He pushed the strap of your dress off your shoulder easily, giving himself more access to your skin.

His hands continued to move along your thighs, pushing up the hem of your dress as they went. "You feel so damn good, mouse. So soft and pretty and warm..."

Your hands reached up instinctively, raking through the hair at his nape gently, small quiet sighs escaping your parted lips as you writhed against the wall next to the door. He sounded heavenly, complimenting you and touching you like he couldn't get enough of it.

JJ let out a soft moan as your fingers raked through his hair, the sensation sending shivers down his spine. He pressed himself closer to you, his body pinning you against the wall, trapping you there as he continued to shower your neck and collarbone with kisses and bites. JJ found himself more and more satisfied as writhed and sighed softly, reveling in the way you sounded in the quiet room.

He moved one of his knee between your legs, causing your dress to ride up even more, exposing your inner thigh to him.

He nipped at a sensitive spot on your neck, his teeth gently scraping against the skin, before he spoke in a low, huskier voice, his words coming out as a gruff whisper against your skin.

"You like this, mouse? Like having me pinning you against the wall like this? Having me touching you like this, running my hands all over your skin, just how I've been thinking about?"

Your breathing was ragged your hands still tugging at his hair gently, taking a few moments to catch your breath before speaking, "i.. genuinely didn't expect this to happen." you chuckled breathlessly.

JJ let out another soft moan, loving the way you tugged at his hair. He continued to kiss and bite your neck and collarbone, marking your skin with hickies and pink bite marks as he spoke, his voice gruff and full of desire. "Me neither, mouse. But I'm sure as hell enjoying it though..."

He slid his hands up higher, pulling up your dress, exposing even more of your bare skin to him. He trailed kisses along your bare shoulder, then started to lick and bite his way back up to your neck, his tongue and teeth leaving a trail of bite marks along your skin.

He pushed his knee up against you, pressing his thigh between your legs, letting you feel how hard he was for you already. Which shocked him too, you didn't even kiss him directly and he already was worked up.

At the small pressure between your legs you let out a small almost imperceptible moan, writhing against him and the wall. You didn't know what was more shocking, the fact that he was hard and pressed against you, or the fact that you were doing this in the first place.

JJ felt a small smirk tug at the corners of his lips as he heard the tiny moan that escaped your mouth. He loved the sounds you were making. He loved hearing you talk, and laugh softly at times when he made a dumb joke while making small talk with you out and about.

But JJ realized that he loved the way you were pressed against him, writhing and pushing against his knee as he pinned you to the wall, causing sweet shy moans to escape your lips more than anything.

He nipped at your ear lobe, then whispered gruffly into your ear, his words full of desire and need. "Hear that, mouse? You like having me rubbing against you like this, don't you? You like feeling how hard I am for you?"

He continued to whisper into your ear, his voice rough and full of need and desire as he spoke, his hands grasping at the soft flesh of your hips and thighs, pulling you closer to him.

"Can you feel how hard you're making me, mouse? How much I want you, pretty little mouse?"

You nodded, although he probably couldn't see it, another small strained sound leaving your lips. One of your hands reached up to adjust your glasses, your body feeling like it was on fire, both from his words and actions. The thought that, this was nothing out of the ordinary for him while you were experiencing these things for the first time tugged at your brain, but you were too aroused to care. You might try and talk to him about it after. If you could. For now your hands moved to cup his face gently, cradling his jaw as his thigh continued to press between your legs, causing small jolts of pleasure shoot through your body.

JJ felt his breath catch in his throat as you gently cupped his face, your thumb brushing against his cheek. It was a strangely tender gesture, and it sent a pang of something unreadable through him. Something that had nothing to do with the hard-on pressing insistently on your inner thigh.

He looked into your face, his eyes locking onto yours. Your eyes were wide and full of need and desire, your face flushed and hair messy. He loved the way you looked right now, all flustered and excited because of him.

He leaned his head down, resting his forehead against yours as he spoke in a gruff, husky voice.

"You drive me crazy, pretty little mouse. You know that, don't you? You drive me crazy with those big eyes of yours starin' at me through your glasses, and that innocent, sweet little mouth of yours."

He nipped at your bottom lip, his teeth raking against it before he pulled back to speak again, his voice huskier than before. "How you feel against me like this... it's like you were made for me."

He leaned down again, his lips brushing against your skin, planting soft, gentle kisses along your jaw and neck, continuing to whisper gruffly into your ear. "You're so damn sweet, mouse. So soft and pretty. Makes me want to keep you all to myself."

His hands continued to roam, his fingers tracing your thighs and hips, pulling you closer to him as his thigh pressed between your legs, continuing to cause those jolts of pleasure to shoot through your body. "Maybe i just might.." he added quietly, more to himself than for you.

At the moment you wanted to speak, say some things of yourself but you couldn't. It was like when you got all shy and clammed up flustered, only 10 times worse, or better. He looked even prettier than usual, his hair messy and his face buried into the crook of your neck, the kisses he pressed there gently making you even more aroused. Who would've thought you liked neck kisses? The way his hands were roaming under your soft thin dress was shameless, groping and bunching up the fabric was driving you mad, making you dizzy and like you were in a dream. Maisy would die when hearing about this.

JJ continued to kiss and bite at your neck and collarbone, his teeth and lips nipping at the sensitive skin there. He loved the sounds you were making, the small gasps and moans you couldn't hold back as he touched you, his hands roaming across your thighs and hips. He felt like he could worship your body like this forever, just touching you and kissing you and marking you as his.

He pulled back for a moment, his eyes roaming over your flushed face and messy hair, his voice gruff and full of need.

"You have any idea how pretty you are, mouse? How pretty you look right now, all flushed and messed up like this? It's like you were made for me, all soft and warm and mine..."

He leaned down, his mouth attacking the other side of your neck again, his lips and tongue leaving more kisses and bite marks along your plush skin, his hands continuing to touch and grope at your thighs and body without any actual care for any boundary that might have existed previously. He had enough of those.

Your hands switched between cradling his face and running through his hair, the softness of it making your head even fuzzier. He smelled like cologne and weed mixed with sunscreen and your brain didn't know what to focus on. The feeling of his thigh between your slightly shaky legs? his lips all over your neck and collarbone or the way his hands roamed all over your skin under your dress? You were overwhelmed, in a good way, soft moans escaping your lips without meaning to, slightly shocked that you could make such sounds.

JJ felt his heart thudding in his chest as he heard the soft moans you were making, the sounds making him harder than he ever thought possible. He loved the feel of your fingers in his hair, the way your hands clung to him like you never wanted him to stop touching you.

He pulled back slightly, his lips and teeth leaving your neck with a quiet gasp, his breath ragged as he spoke in a gruff, huskier voice. "God, you sound so damn good, mouse..."

He pulled your hips closer to him, his hands grasping at your body, bunching up the fabric of your dress as he pressed his hard body against you. He could feel you against him, soft and warm and needy, and it was driving him insane. He leaned down, his lips ghosting over your ear as he spoke in a low whisper. "You feel that, pretty mouse? You feel how hard you're making me? I want you so damn bad, I can hardly stand it."

One of your hands trailed down his chest, your touch small and almost shy despite the situation you were in, your fingers brushing against his belt and the skin above it, under his shirt, your eyes darting across his face in the low light of the room.

JJ felt a jolt go through his body as your small, warm hand touched his bare skin, your fingers trailing down his chest and towards his belt. He let out a soft hiss through his teeth, his body reacting to your touch like it was electric.

He couldn't believe how soft and gentle you were being, given the circumstances. It was a sharp contrast to his own rough, demanding touch, and it made his heart thump in his chest. "Careful, mouse," he breathed, his voice huskier than before.

He looked down at you, his eyes dark and full of desire, his hands still clutching at your hips, holding you tight against him. He could feel the heat radiating off your body, the soft, small press of your hip against his, and it was almost too much for him to bear.

"You keep touching me like that, and I'm going to start thinking that you want me," he said, his voice ragged and full of need.

You let out a small breathless chuckle at his words, your hand stilling its movements, your brows furrowed in amusement that was probably overshadowed by your arousal and flusteredness. As if that wasn't obvious.

JJ's eyes darkened even further as he heard your breathless chuckle, his body tensing as he looked down at you, his gaze intense and hungry. He loved the sound of your laugh, even in this situation, and he wanted to hear it again and again and again. Like a song he likes to overplay.

He pulled you even closer to him, his body pressed firmly against yours, his hands still grasping at your hips.

"You think this is funny, mouse? You think it's funny how much I want you right now? How much I need you?"

You shook your head, a small grin tugging at your lips as your eyes stayed locked on his. You were chuckling nervously if anything, your arms wrapping around his neck loosely and gingerly as he pulled you closer, his face inching closer as he pressed you against the wall and between him self.

JJ couldn't take his eyes off yours, your small grin and the way you gingerly wrapped your arms around his neck sending a thrill through his body. He could feel your breath against his skin, the small, shy way you moved, the way you were letting him hold you like this, holding you against the wall like he couldn't bear to let you go.

He leaned in closer, his face inches away from yours, voicing out his curiosity which was mixed with an overwhelming amount of lust.

"Where were you this whole time?"

He was so close to you now, his body pressed flush against yours, his lips mere inches away from your own. He could smell the scent of your skin, a mix of sweetness and musk that was driving him wild. His hands slowly slid down the side of your body, tracing the curves of your waist and hips, his fingers gently caressing the soft fabric of your dress.

"You know what I want, mouse...?" he whispered, his voice husky and full of need. "What I need from you?"

You shook your head, your eyes locking into his as he leaned even close, your breaths mingling and his lips ghosting over yours as he spoke. You were tempted to close the distance for a moment. Before realizing that you didn't even know how to kiss.

JJ's breath hitched as he saw your eyes lock onto his, your breaths mingling with his, so close together that he could feel the heat radiating off your body, and hear the unevenness of your breathing.

He couldn't think straight anymore, his mind full of only one thing, one person, you. He could feel the desire growing within him, the need to be even closer to you, to touch and caress and taste you. Anything you'd let him do.

"Say please," he whispered, his voice a rugged husk against your skin. "I want you to say please to me.."

"Please?" you questioned meekly, finally speaking up after god knows how long of just gasping and moaning softly, your voice wavered and shaky.

JJ let out a small groan as he heard your soft, meek voice say "please," the word ringing in his ears. It was the first time he'd heard you speak in what felt like hours, and he loved the sound of it, your voice soft and wavering.

He could feel his body react to you, the need within him growing even more intense, his heart pounding in his chest. He leaned in even closer, his breath ghosting over your lips as he spoke again, his demand hurried and strained.

"Say it again."

"Please.." you pleaded quietly, questioning tone leaving your shaky voice. You weren't sure what for, your brain too focused on how close his lips were to yours.

JJ felt a jolt of desire run through him as you said "please" again, your soft, shaky voice making him even more desperate for you. He loved the way your body felt pressed against him, the heat between you, the way your voices sounded so close together, how you both sounded out of breath.

"Good girl," he murmured, his breath ghosting over your lips, so close he could kiss you, but he held himself back, wanting to hear you say it one more time.

"Again."

"Are you gonna kiss me?" you wondered out loud, your brows raised. Your body thrummed at the small praise and it was like something in you was unearthed. Praise was something your fuzzy brain liked apparently because you could feel your self grow more aroused. It was a shocking revelation.

JJ felt his heart thump in his chest as he heard your question, your brow raised and a hint of need in your tone.

He could see a new spark in your eyes, as if something had been awakened inside of you, like you were craving his touch, his attention, his praise. And he was more than happy to praise you if it meant he got to do this with you.

"Is that what you want, pretty little mouse? For me to kiss you?" he breathed, his lips hovering millimeters away from yours, taunting you with the closeness.

"I don't know how.." you whispered, your voice wavering gently, your arms still wrapped around his neck for support. You played with the hair at the back of his neck, more out of nervousness than trying to be touchy feely.

JJ felt a wave of tenderness go through him as he heard your soft, wavering voice, his heart swelling in his chest. He hadn't expected you to say that, to admit that you didn't know how to kiss.

His desire for you was still strong, burning in his chest like a flame, but he also felt a sudden urge to be gentle, to go slow and show you how.

"It's okay, mouse. You don't need to know anything," he murmured, his hand brushing against the side of your face.

"Just let me take care of you," he continued, his voice a soft, gruff whisper as he drew even closer, his body pressed against yours, his lips now so close that you could feel his breath against yours.

"It's okay, pretty mouse. Just close your eyes, and let me show you how it's done."

"Don't you find it weird?" you asked meekly even though you knew you were supposed to be silent and not ask irrelevant questions anymore, furrowing your brows and shifting your face gently.

JJ shook his head, his eyes never leaving yours as he spoke softly, his hand still resting against the side of your face, his thumb tracing a gentle path across your skin.

"No, mouse. I don't find it weird. I find it...endearing, actually. The idea that I'll be your first kiss...I've never really thought about a girl not kissing anyone before..."

"But I can't say I'm complaining. I like the idea of being the one to teach you what it's like."

His fingers traced a soft path down your jawline, his touch gentle and unhurried. "Just close your eyes for me, pretty mouse. Trust me, you'll love it."

You let your eyes flutter closed despite how nervous you were. I mean who would've thought that you would actually end up having your first kiss with the boy you liked since, forever basically. Maybe you were a little lucky after all. You tilted your head to the right side, parting your lips in anticipation.

As your eyes fluttered closed, JJ felt a rush of tenderness go through him, almost overwhelmed by how beautiful and innocent you looked in that moment.

He gently brought his thumb to your chin, tilting your head back slightly, his eyes tracing over your face in the low light, taking in every detail.

"Relax, pretty girl," he murmured, his voice impossibly soft, his breath warm against your cheeks. "I've got you."

Then he leaned down, his lips gently pressing against yours.

JJ's heart raced in his chest as he finally kissed you after thinking about it all night and these past weeks. His mouth moved gently against yours, hesitant and tender. He was careful, slow, almost a little unsure, but he wanted you to feel as comfortable as possible, and he knew that your inexperience made this moment all the more special.

He didn't quite know what he had been expecting, but feeling your soft, sweet lips against his was something he hadn't been prepared for, especially since he could taste the peach lip-gloss faintly just like he'd wanted. It was a completely different experience, and he found himself enjoying it more than he ever thought himself capable of.

One of your hands slid to cup the side of his face gently as he kissed you, the feeling so unlike anything you felt but not unpleasant. It was soft and hesitant, a stark contrast from how he was kissing your neck just a few moments ago, and you found your self kissing him back surprisingly with little to no hesitation. Obviously. You'd imagined this countless times before. When watching him in the school halls, laughing with his friends loudly. Or when he'd finish surfing, coming out of the water all sun-kissed and whooping happily.

But none of those day dreams compared to the real thing. To the way you felt while experiencing it and the way he was reacting to the kiss. You didn't take those details in account when daydreaming. You weren't prepared by how gentle he was being or how soft his lips were against your own, his hand sliding down to tangle in the hair on the back of your head, just resting there.

As you responded to his kiss, cupping the side of his face with your small, gentle hand, JJ felt a wave of heat and affection wash over him, surprised and pleased by your willingness to respond. He was used to rough, roughhousing and quick, heated moments with girls he didn't care about, but this was so different, so new and special and tender.

He let out a soft sound against your lips as you kissed him back, his hands sliding down to your waist, pulling you impossibly closer to him.

You leaned in as his hands pulled you closer, your back lifting off the wall a little as you kissed him, both of your hands cupping his face now, smiling against his lips at the small sound that left his lips, slightly muffled by your own. God, he sounded even better than you could imagine.

JJ felt his heart thump again in his chest as you leaned into him, your hands gently holding his face, your bodies pressed closer together. The feeling of your lips against his, the way you responded to him, and the small, sweet smile on your face, sent a wave of warmth through him that he didn't quite know what to do with.

He brought one hand to the back of your head once again, his fingers tangling in your hair, gently angling your head so he could kiss you more deeply this time.

He deepened the kiss, his lips moving against yours with more fervor now that you seemed to get the hang of it, his body pressing closer to you, his other hand shifting until it rested on the small of your back, pulling you even closer to him.

He let out a soft, almost needy sound, his tongue gently tracing the outline of your bottom lip, as if silently asking for permission to go further.

Your lips parted hesitantly, a sound similar to his leaving your lips too, your hands cradling his jaw tugging him a little closer to deepen the kiss yourself.

When your lips parted, JJ felt a jolt of desire go through him, your sound like music to his ears. He took that as permission, and his tongue gently dipped into your mouth, exploring and caressing gently, tasting you with a hunger that surprised even him.

He pulled you even closer, his body flush against yours, his hand in your hair, his other splayed on your lower back, holding you tight against him, never wanting to let go.

The kiss was hot and sweet, JJ's tongue dancing with yours, the taste of you igniting a fire in him that he hadn't expected, the combination of vodka seltzer and peach lip-gloss almost making his knees buckle right then and there. He could feel the heat between you growing, the way your body seemed to fit perfectly against his, as if you were made to be this close, to be in his embrace.

He wanted more, so much more, but he forced himself to hold back, knowing that this was your first kiss, and he didn't want to overwhelm you.

Your fingers clutched at his jaw, instinctively trying bring him more close than he already was, your tongue moving against his a little shyly but eager. For your first kiss it was going great, even better than great actually.

JJ's heart skipped a beat as he felt your fingers clutching at his jaw almost desperately, pulling him even closer, your tongue responding shyly but eagerly against his. He was both surprised and flattered, and the feeling of you wanting more, wanting him, was almost overwhelming.

He felt his body respond to you, his desire for you growing by the second, but he forced himself to reign it in, reminding himself that he needed to take things slow, to be careful with you.

He broke the kiss momentarily, pulling away just enough to catch his breath, his eyes locked on yours.

Your brows raised, your eyes fluttering open and taking a deep breath in pressing your lips together, "that-.. that was great, right?" you asked quietly, one of your hands reaching to adjust your glasses nervously.

JJ couldn't help but smile as you spoke up after the kiss, your voice so soft and shy, your glasses now slightly askew on your face. The way you looked so innocent and unsure, it was endearing, and he found himself feeling even more protective of you.

He brought a hand up to gently push your hair out of your face, his fingers brushing your cheek tenderly as he adjusted your glasses too.

"Yeah, mouse...it was great," he said softly. "You're a natural."

Your lips stretched into a shy grin, your eyes locked onto his lips in awe. They were smudged by your lip gloss and slightly swollen and the sight made you almost dizzy, "yeah..?" you questioned breathlessly.

JJ couldn't help but notice your gaze lingering on his lips, the way you looked at him in awe, and he felt his heart thump in his chest once more. He'd never had a girl look at him quite like that before, like he was something precious, something rare.

He gently ran his thumb over your bottom lip, wiping away the bit of smudged lip gloss. Then he smiled, his eyes never leaving yours as he spoke. "Yeah, pretty mouse. You were amazing."

He leaned in again, gently pressing another soft kiss on your lips, tasting the sweet sweetness of your lip gloss. He couldn't get enough of you, the way you responded to him, the way you looked at him, it was all driving him a little crazy.

He reluctantly pulled away, resting his forehead against yours, letting out a soft exhale.

"You've been holding out on me, mouse," he murmured, his hand still gently against your face, his thumb caressing your cheek.

You were a little disappointed the kiss ended quickly but you were sightly confused by his statement, "what'dya mean?" you asked gently.

JJ chuckled softly at your question, his eyes fixed on yours as he spoke, his thumb still tracing a gentle path on your cheek.

"You're a damn natural at this," he said, his voice a little huskier than before, his lips still barely a breath away from yours. "Never would have thought that was your first kiss..."

"Maybe i just like you.." you chuckled, your grin widening a little at your sudden boldness.

JJ felt his heart thump in his chest as you spoke, the smile on your face making his stomach flutter. The idea that you liked him, that this might not just be a one-time thing, was enough to send a rush of emotions through him.

He pulled you closer to him again, his arms wrapping around your waist, holding you tight against him.

"Yeah? You like me, mouse?" he murmured, his mouth hovering just above yours again.

"Yeah.. do you?" you asked still grinning, silently hoping he wouldn't brush off the question and reject you. You didn't know what came over you saying that.

JJ's heart skipped a beat as you asked your question, his arms tightening around you involuntarily, as if the thought of rejecting you was physically painful. In reality, it was.

He'd never felt this way about a girl before, and the idea that you actually liked him, that you might want him as much as he wanted you, was both exciting and terrifying at the same time.

"Yeah, mouse...I like you," he said quietly, his voice gruff, almost vulnerable. How couldn't he?

He leaned in again, capturing your lips in a soft, lingering kiss, his arms holding you tight against him. There was a sense of possessiveness to the way he held you, like he never wanted to let you go.

When he finally broke the kiss, he couldn't help but smile at the look on your face, the way you were looking at him with those big, beautiful eyes of yours. He gently took your chin in his hand, tilting your head back so you were looking up at him.

"But I have to know something,"

"What?" you asked, dazed by his confession and the kiss that followed, not even registering what he said for a moment.

JJ's heart thumped in his chest as he saw how dazed and disoriented you looked, the sight sending a wave of a mixture of affection and satisfaction through him.

He waited until your eyes focused on his, your head still tilted back in his grasp, before he spoke, his voice low and filled with a hint of possessiveness. "You're mine now, right, mouse? You're my girl?"

'Helloooo.. I thought you'd never ask.' you screamed internally. Your brain stopped for a moment and it probably mirrored on your flushed face, "yeah.. no, yeah.." you replied meekly, shock probably evident on your face, even in the dim light of the room you were in.

A hint of a smirk tugged at the corners of JJ's lips as he watched your reaction to his question, the way your brain seemed to short-circuit for a moment, the shock and disbelief on your face. It was honestly adorable, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction.

He chuckled softly, his hand still on your chin, his thumb gently caressing your skin. "You don't sound too sure, mouse...you're not trying to back out already, are you?"

"No. Sorry-.. i was just like shocked for a second there... as if that wasn't obvious, i probably looked like a dumbass. But I'm not unsure, god knows.." you rambled, answering his question and it was like your meek nature dropped for a second as you rambled nervously.

JJ chuckled again, watching as your usually shy and quiet demeanor dropped for a second as you rambled nervously. He'd never seen you this talkative before, and he found it strangely endearing, the way you got so flustered and flustered around him.

He kept his hand lightly under your chin, tilting your head back so your eyes stayed on his as he spoke, his voice a gentle but firm.

"Hey, hey, mouse, calm down," he said softly. "No need to ramble like that. I asked a simple question, and I want a simple answer, that's all."

"Yes... god, fuck-.. no. I'm not backing out." you stuttered, locking eyes with him.

JJ felt a wave of warmth and affection go through him as you finally managed to give him a direct answer, your voice a little flustered and your eyes fixed on his. The way you looked at him, so shy and cute but so sure of yourself at the same time, it was a strange mix of endearing and attractive.

He couldn't help but smile, a hint of possessive satisfaction in his gaze as he spoke.

"That's my girl.. my pretty mouse.."

He didn't wait for a response, instead he captured your lips in a soft but firm kiss, his touch was protective, possessive, and despite the gentleness of his kiss, there was a hint of desperate need in the way he held you against him.

You smiled against the kiss once again, your hands cupping his jaw once again, kissing him back almost instantly, still pressed against the wall and you found your self wondering how his legs didn't give out, because yours would've by now if he wasn't holding you up against the wall like that.

JJ's legs were starting to ache a little from holding you up against the wall, but he didn't care. The way you were kissing him, how your small hands were holding his jaw, how your body fit perfectly against his, he wouldn't let you go even if his legs gave out completely. It was worth it.

His hand on your back gripped a little tighter, pulling you even closer to him, his kisses growing more insistent, more urgent, his tongue gently slipping into your mouth.

The taste of you was addictive, and JJ found himself wanting more, needing more, his mouth moving against yours hungrily as he deepened the kiss, loosing some sense of gentleness. His hand in your hair gently pulled, tilting your head back a little, giving him better access to your neck, his lips and teeth nipping and biting at your skin, exploring the sensitive flesh of your throat.

"So.. this isn't just a one time thing right?" you asked hesitantly, tilting your head back gently, your words punctuated by a small breathless moan.

JJ paused for a moment, feeling your head tilt back against his hand, the sound of your breathless moan sending a jolt of electricity through him. For a moment, he just held you there, his mouth still on your neck, his hand still gripping your hair.

He lifted his head after a moment, his breath hot against your skin, his answer a low, gruff murmur against your ear. "Absolutely not, mouse. You think I'd let you go after one kiss? No way in hell..."

"Ah, okay... good.." your eyes met his in the dim light nodding, "that's good—cause i like you a lot.." you mumbled almost desperately leaning in to ghost your lips over his and then kiss him briefly.

JJ's heart thumped in his chest as you spoke, hearing the desperation in your voice, seeing the need in your eyes. It was such a stark contrast to your usual shy and reserved demeanor, but he found himself loving it. He found himself loving seeing you open up like this, loving the fact you wanted him, just as much as he wanted you.

He caught your lips in a brief, soft kiss, before pulling back just enough to speak, his voice hoarse with desire. "Yeah? How much do you like me, mouse?"

"So much.." you almost whined out, your brows scrunching up slightly. You were gaining confidence rapidly and you weren't sure if it was a bad thing or a good one.

JJ's grip on you tightened slightly as you practically whined out your answer, your voice so soft and needy, it was almost enough to make him lose his mind. Seeing you like this, hearing you like this, it was a side of you he'd never seen before, and God, he loved it.

A small, satisfied smile tugged at his lips as he looked down at you, his hand in your hair gripping just a little tighter. He leaned down, his mouth right next to your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "Show me."

You didn't need more encouragement, leaning once again kissing more boldly this time, your hands clutching at his face and moaning softly as your lips met, your hands sliding from his face and into his hair tugging at it in a needy manner. You wanted to make up for all the time you lost pinning from afar, pouring all your affection and feelings into the kiss.

The feeling of you pulling at his hair to kiss—your hands in his hair generally, your moans against his mouth, it was driving JJ absolutely wild. He'd never seen you like this before (not that he had a chance to), so needy and desperate, and it was like a drug, a drug he couldn't get enough of.

He deepened the kiss in response, his mouth moving against yours hungrily, fiercely, his hands sliding down to your hips, pulling you close so your body was flush against his. He'd never wanted someone so much in his life.

As your bodies pressed together, JJ felt his control slipping further and further away, the desire to be a gentleman replaced raw desire. The feeling of you in his arms, your hands in his hair, your body against his, it was all too much, and he found himself struggling to hold back, to keep himself from completely losing control. He pressed you harder against the wall, his body pinning you in place, trapping you between him and the wall, his mouth moving against yours almost brutally, his tongue delving into your mouth with a possessive need.

You matched the pace of his kiss, your fingers almost clawing at his scalp as you kissed him. It was insane, how 3 hours ago roughly you would've never imagined you would be at his friend's house making out with him against the wall—near the door, not even moving to the bed or anything. What was more insane was the fact that you enjoyed kissing JJ so much, and you weren't even shy about it at that point.

You probably should consider yourselves lucky that you were here, in this dark room away from the kegger. Because you probably looked disheveled, your dress bunched up and one of the straps slipped down your shoulder, moaning into his mouth while he pressed you against the wall roughly, positioned between your legs, which were wrapped around his waist loosely. Mind blowing.

JJ was beyond caring about anything besides you at that point. The party, the time, the place, his friends, nothing else mattered except you. The way your body felt against his, the way you were reacting to his kiss, the way you clung to him, it was all he needed in that moment.

He didn't bother to be gentle anymore as he pressed you against the wall, his body pinning you in place, his hands roaming over your body, his mouth devouring yours ruthlessly.

He couldn't get enough of you.

He had no idea how long he held you against the wall like that, his mouth on yours, his body pressed against yours, his hands touching and roaming over you greedily. It could have been minutes or hours, and he wouldn't have cared either way.

Finally, reluctantly, he broke the kiss, pulling back slightly so he could look at you (and breathe), his breathing ragged, his eyes dark with desire. He gently cupped your face in his hand, his fingers tracing softly over your cheek.

When he broke away you took the chance to breathe, seeing as breathing through your nose wasn't enough, panting gently and adjusting your glasses, "That's so-... i wanna do it over and over.." you chuckled breathlessly, your teeth gnawing at your bottom lip.

JJ felt a wave of satisfaction wash over him as he watched you, panting and breathless, the sound of your soft laughter almost making his heart burst in his chest.

He couldn't believe that this was you, the shy and reserved girl he'd always known, the one who barely spoke to a soul, and now here you were, pressed up against a wall, gasping and panting, looking so beautiful it was almost painful. Kissing him nonetheless.

"Yeah? You wanna keep kissing me, mouse?" he said, a small smirk on his face as he watched you gnaw on your lip.

You nodded silently, grinning at him while your eyes darted across his face in awe. If this was what it felt like to have a boyfriend you realized you had been missing out on so many things. But it was worth the wait it seemed, because it was JJ and you wouldn't even be this comfortable doing these things with no one else.

JJ smiled as you nodded, a wave of affection washing over him. He'd never really dated anyone before, but with you, it all just felt so natural, so easy. Just like waking up next you that morning felt. He realized that he was a bit silly for getting scared of the intimacy of that moment. More so while he carried a picture of you in his wallet everywhere he went like a lovesick boyfriend.

He leaned in, gently kissing the side of your neck, his lips trailing down to your shoulder, tasting the bare skin where your dress' strap had slipped down.

"You're so damn beautiful, mouse. All flushed and panting, lookin' like a goddamn mess.."

He pulled back, looking at your disheveled state, your messy hair, your flushed face, the strap of your dress that had slipped down, revealing the skin of your shoulder, and he found himself wanting more. He wanted to see what you looked like completely wrecked, completely undone by him. the thought made his heart thump faster in his chest.

"You know, I can think of a few more things I wanna do with you besides kissing." he said in a low, gruff whisper.

"Like what?" you asked narrowing your eyes, still grinning.

JJ's smile widened as you played coy, your grin and narrowed eyes almost defiant. It was an adorable contrast to the flustered, needy mess you had been just moments before.

He leaned in closer to you, his mouth hovering just above your ear, his voice a soft, seductive murmur.

"Oh, I got a lot of things in mind, mouse. Things that'll make you scream my name, things that'll make you forget your own damn name."

You grimaced teasingly, "that's so corny.." you muttered, chuckling breathlessly. Despite the teasing lilt in your voice, his words were very arousing. Even if in a corny way.

JJ's smirk curled into a wider smile as you teased him, calling him corny. He'd expect no less from you.

He lifted his head, moving his mouth to your ear, his teeth gently nipping at the sensitive skin, as his hand slid up your thigh, lifting up the hem of your dress slightly. "Oh yeah? You want me to be less corny? Or should I show you how corny I can really be?"

His hand continued to slide up your thigh, his fingers slowly moving under your dress, his lips moving from your ear down to your neck, kissing and biting your skin gently, leaving little marks that only the two of you would be able to see. As if he hadn't left blaring red and pink hickies all over your neck already.

He chuckled against your skin, his other hand gripping your hip, pulling you against him firmly. "Or should I just shut up and keep my mouth busy doing something else?"

"I like the last option better.." you smirked, cupping his face once again as he continued to nip at the flesh of your neck, your eyes trained to his lips.

JJ chuckled again, the sound low and rough. He loved how eager you were to be with him, how you wanted him just as much as he wanted you. It was a feeling he'd never experienced before, and it was addictive.

He looked at your eyes, trained on his lips, and he felt a stirring in his gut, a heat pooling within him. Your eyes were practically begging for him to kiss you, and who was he to refuse? He leaned in, his mouth meeting yours in a deep, insistent kiss.

His hand on your hip gripped you tighter, pulling you closer, while his mouth deepened the kiss, his tongue pushing past your lips, delving into your mouth, hungry and insistent. He wanted more, he needed more.

His hand under your dress moved higher, his fingers tracing over your inner thigh, his touch setting off sparks of pleasure that shot through your body as his finger brushed over your clothed core before he moved them away.

His hands moving under your dress more insistently, groping the flesh of your inner thigh. The feeling sent a kind of warmth at the pit of your stomach that you never felt before. You moaned softly into the kiss, your head leaning forward gently deepening the kiss, as if you were afraid he'd pull away.

The sound of your moan sent a jolt through JJ, his blood heating at the sound. Your soft, needy little moan was like music to his ears, and it only made him want you more. He wanted to see what other noises he could coax from you, what other ways he could make you moan and moan and moan.

He deepened the kiss in response, his tongue twining with yours, his hand gripping your thigh a little tighter, his fingers tracing higher, seeking as much of your skin as he could touch.

He broke the kiss, his lips moving to your neck, sucking and biting at the sensitive flesh, leaving little marks that would surely be visible later.

His hand moved higher, his fingers brushing against the edge of your underwear once again, feeling the heat and dampness between your legs. "Goddammit, mouse. You're so damn hot, you know that? and so wet.."

No one had referred to you as hot. It was corny to think about but as his fingers brushed higher between your legs you couldn't help but let out a shudder and a small moan, looking at him with a look between amusement and arousal.

JJ's heart thumped faster in his chest at the sight and sound of you, your look a mix of amusement and arousal, your head tilting back slightly as his fingers touched you. It was a sight he wanted to see over and over again, he wanted to make you moan and mewl like that over and over again. Didn't matter when. Taking him from behind? Above him? Under him? In your room? On the beach? JJ wanted to see all of those and then some.

His mouth moved down to your neck, leaving a trail of biting kisses along your skin as his fingers traced over the damp fabric of your underwear.

He could feel how wet and hot you were, and it was sending his mind reeling, his body tight with need, his control slipping further and further away.

He could feel the heat growing between you, could feel it like a physical presence in the room, and it was all he could do to push down the urge to lose himself completely.

His mouth moved to your ear, his breath hot against your skin, his voice a rough, ragged whisper. "Want you so damn bad, mouse. Can't think of anything else but you. Not right now, not for the past weeks."

Your thighs clenched a little, your legs wrapping around his waist tighter, almost shyly as his fingers ghosted over you, rubbing slow circles over your clit. It was dizzying, and a little pathetic to be honest, to shudder just from a few feather light touches, especially when you were probably so turned on he could feel it. You were beyond caring, your breathing heavy and your head thrown back a little.

JJ groaned at the sight of you, your thighs clenching around his waist, your legs wrapped around his body. The way you were responding to his touch, the way you were panting and shuddering, it was driving him crazy.

He pressed himself against you, his hard erection straining against his shorts, pressing against your core. He bit back another moan as he felt your heat against him, his control stretched thin, his mind clouded by the need to be inside you or anything to release the pressure in his lower belly.

He bit back another moan as he felt your heat against him, his control stretched thin, his mind clouded by the need to be closer, to be inside you, to make you scream his name in pleasure.

He pushed you against the wall, his hands gripping your hips, his mouth moving to your ear.

"You have no idea what you do to me, mouse. No idea how bad I want you right now. Gonna give you what you want..."

Your hands gripped at his shoulder gently, your legs pulling his closer rolling your hips hesitantly against his obvious arousal, without realizing. You were still pressed up against the wall so the action was a bit strained but full of need, and your eyes were locked despite feeling so shy you could pass out. The sight of you would probably get a nun to pass out though, all disheveled and letting out sinful sounds, letting him dry hump you. It was unbelievable to you that this was the same person having trouble while ordering food or speaking to the cashier.

JJ's breath hitched in his throat as you pushed against him, your body rolling against his, your need for him clear in every movement you made. It was a sight he'd never imagined seeing from you, the usually quiet, shy girl who was now in his arms, moaning softly, looking at him with a look that was a mix of shyness and desire.

He knew he should stop this, he knew he should pull away before they both did something they might regret.

But he was past the point of caring.

He slammed you back against the wall, his body fitting against yours tightly, like two pieces of a puzzle.

He lifted you up just slightly, his hands grabbing your thighs and pulling your legs around his waist more securely, the move bringing your core against him in a way that made him bite back a moan.

His breath was hot against your neck as he started to speak, his voice strained with need and desperation. "Mouse, you gotta say something, or I'm gonna lose it."

Before you spoke another soft moan left your lips involuntarily, "what... what am i supposed to say?" you asked, your hands still digging into his shoulders, taking small fistfuls of his shirt, your heart beating so loudly that it rang in your ears.

JJ gritted his teeth as you replied, your soft moan and voice driving him closer to the edge, his self-control hanging on by a thread.

He pressed you hard against the wall, his hips grinding against you, making sure you could feel how hard he was, how badly he wanted you. "Say something, anything. Just gotta make sure you want this, mouse. Or I might do something we'll both regret."

"Regret? no.. fuck no." you questioned, another moan leaving your lips as you spoke, "i thought it was obvious i wanted this.." your voice was strained and soft, still shy and a little overwhelmed to speak properly.

Your words, so out of character for you yet so sweet and hot, sent a surge of desire coursing through JJ's body.

He wanted you, wanted you so badly he could barely think straight.

He let out a guttural moan, his hips grinding against you again, his head buried in the crook of your neck, his voice rough and ragged against your skin. "Just making sure... didn't want to assume anything."

He lifted his head, looking at you, his eyes darkened with need and lust, his breathing heavy. He leaned in, his mouth hovering just over yours, his breath hot against your lips.

"Need you, mouse. Need you so damn bad, I don't think I can hold back anymore and be a gentleman."

"What.. what do we do now?" you asked, and regretted it after. It was a stupid question but you were itching to ask it Even if it ruined the mood in the process.

JJ chuckled softly, finding your question adorable and incredibly sexy at the same time. It was the perfect mix of shyness and boldness, completely unexpected from the normally reserved you, and he found he liked it a lot.

He pushed you up against the wall again, his body pressed against yours, his mouth moving to your neck, leaving a trail of soft, open-mouthed kisses along your skin. Not bites, just tender kisses "We do what we want. Anything and everything we want."

"Yeah but... like, i mean i dunno how this works.. you gotta coach me through or something.." you snorted in amusement at your own words, a bit distracted by the way he was kissing your neck.

JJ's mouth curled into a smirk against your neck as you spoke, the sound of your voice, so soft and vulnerable, mixed with the shyness and eagerness in your words, was like music to his ears.

He lifted his head, his eyes meeting yours, his voice low and gravelly as he spoke.

"You want me to coach you, huh?"

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear, a low, ragged whisper. "I think I can do that."

His hands tightened around your thighs, his fingers gripping you firmly as he held you against the wall, his mouth moving back to your neck, nipping and biting at the sensitive skin.

He gently rocked his hips against you, his jeans rubbing against your core, the sensation sending sparks of pleasure through both of your bodies.

He spoke again, his voice rough and ragged, his breath hot against your ear. "This okay, mouse? Feel good?"

You let out a long hum nodding, the sound mixed with a moan at the feeling of his hips against you, your legs spreading a little, as much as they could while being wrapped around his waist and your back still against the wall.

JJ groaned at the sound of your moan, your body responding to his touch, your legs wrapping around his waist, opening you up to him and the hot friction of his body against yours.

He pressed himself against you, his hips rolling slowly, his erection rubbing against you through the denim of his jeans, the friction making him bite back a moan. "You like that, mouse? You like how it feels when I press against you like this?"

He rocked his hips against you again, his movements slow and deliberate, wanting to memorize every soft, needy little sound you made as he touched you.

His hands moved up, gripping your hips, guiding your body against his, the friction between you both making it harder and harder for him to think straight. "Want more.. want more of those soft, pretty little sounds. Let me hear you moan for me, mouse."

"I need more.." you found yourself speaking between the quiet moans, your expression clearly flustered but very very aroused. Sure you've been turned on before but it seemed to be different when you had another person being turned on by you too. And JJ nonetheless. It was like a dream.

JJ swore loudly as you spoke, your words sending a surge of desire through his body. He loved that sound, your breathless words, the way you were asking for more from him, wanting him as badly as he wanted you.

He grabbed your hips again, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, holding you tightly against him. "Yeah? You need more, mouse? Just tell me what you want, baby, I'll give it to you. Anything you want." he found himself whispering almost desperately, last part coming out as a soft plea. Which he would have been embarrassed about if he wasn't so damn turned on and tipsy on top of it.

"I dunno... what can you give me?" you asked, which frankly sounded better in your head than it did into words "furthest i got was... well fingering?" you spoke hesitantly, feeling unreal that you were uttering these words out loud, "myself of course.."

JJ gritted his teeth as you spoke, your words hitting him straight in the gut, making his cock throb in his jeans.

He groaned softly, his breath hot against your ear, his voice rough and ragged. "Is that so? You never done anything with anyone before?"

"Obviously not.." you chuckled, shifting against him a little, still holding on to his shoulders.

JJ's heart thumped in his chest at the sound of your soft laughter, and he felt a strange mix of desire and protectiveness wash over him. The thought that you had never done anything with anyone else, that you were all his, was both hot and endearing at the same time.

He leaned in, his mouth moving to your neck again, his lips leaving a trail of soft kisses along your skin.

"I like that."

His hands tightened on your hips, his body pressing against yours even more firmly, his need for you growing with each passing second.

He spoke again, his voice low and rough. "That means I get to be your first... your only."

"Yeah.." you hummed, your arms wrapping around his neck pressing your bodies incredibly close.

JJ let out a low groan as you pressed your body against his, your arms wrapping around his neck, the gesture intimate and sweet but also incredibly erotic.

He tilted his head, his mouth moving to your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "And I plan on making it unforgettable for you, mouse."

He started to move his hips again, a slow, steady rhythm that sent jolts of pleasure through both of you.

His hands moved slowly down your thighs, his touch gentle as he caressed your skin, wanting to memorize every inch of you, wanting to learn what made your breath hitch and your body shutter against his.

He was careful not to get too carried away, still wanting to make sure you were enjoying this, still wanting to make sure it was okay.

"That's nice.." you whispered, your brain overwhelmed by the feelings coursing through you. You were clinging to him, almost like you were melding into one, and you could feel your head getting fuzzier with lust. It was exhilarating, his smell was surrounding you and you couldn't get enough of how soft his hair was. Your hands were moving through it, raking through the strands slowly, messing it up even more than it already was.

JJ let out a soft moan as you tangled your fingers in his hair, the feeling of your touch sending a shiver down his spine.

He loved the way you held him, the way your body clung to his, your legs wrapped around his waist, your arms around his neck, like you were trying to get as close to him as possible. He shifted his hips a little, changing the angle, his movement rubbing against you in a way that made your breath hitch in your throat.

He could feel the way you shivered and trembled against him as he moved, and it only fueled his desire for you even more.

He leaned in, his mouth moving to your neck again, his lips ghosting over your skin, his breath hot and ragged against your flesh, his mind swimming from your perfume.

"Sound so damn good, mouse. Like music. I want to hear more of those pretty little sounds you make."

"Are.. should we go further?" you asked gently, tilting your head back a little against the wall, the pleasure of grinding was good, but it wasn't enough, especially with your underwear and his jeans still on.

JJ's breath hitched in his throat at your question, the implications of it sending a surge of desire through his body.

He pulled back just a bit, looking at you, his eyes dark with need and lust. "You want to take it further? Are you sure you're ready for that, mouse?"

"I dunno... well yeah I'm ready... but like am i ready?" you asked, hoping he'd catch what you meant.

JJ smiled at your words, his eyes softening a bit as he realized what you were getting at.

He lifted a hand to your chin, gently lifting your head up so you were looking at him, his thumb brushing against your bottom lip softly. "You mean like, are you ready for me?"

You grimaced awkwardly, grinning a little, "yeah.." you chuckled nodding.

JJ chuckled as well, the sound soft and affectionate. It was cute, the way you were being so shy and awkward, especially considering the position you were currently in, legs wrapped around his waist and pushed up against the wall.

He leaned in, his mouth moving to your neck again, leaving soft affectionate kisses along your skin as he spoke. "Don't worry, mouse. I'll take care of you... just tell me if you want me to stop, okay?"

He shifted his weight a little, adjusting his body against yours, his hips grinding against you again, the move more deliberate and direct this time, making sure he was pressed tightly against your core, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through both of you.

You nodded at his words, knowing if you wanted to stop, you would have shied away a long time ago. The movement caused another wave of heat wash through you, another moan escaping your lips, more sweet than the others.

JJ groaned loudly at the sound of your moan, the sweet, plaintive sound making his jeans feel even tighter and more constricting than before. He leaned in, his mouth moving to your ear as he rocked his hips against you, the friction sending sparks through both of your bodies. "You make the prettiest noises, mouse. Can't wait to hear you really let loose."

He shifted his hips again, changing the angle, a low curse falling from his lips as he was able to grind against you even more firmly than before, his jean-clad erection pressed hard against your core.

He lifted his head, looking at you, his eyes glazed with lust and need, his voice ragged and rough as he spoke.

"Feel that, mouse? That's what you do to me… just from hearing those pretty sounds you make.. just from kissing you."

One of your hands slid down his chest from his shoulder, your finger teasing his belt and toying with the belt loop gently, a sudden spark of confidence igniting in you.

JJ's breath hitched as you trailed your hand down his chest and towards his belt, your touch making his heart thump even harder in his chest.

He watched as you toyed with the belt loop, his eyes locking onto your fingers, the sight making his cock twitch in his jeans. "Mouse, what're you doing?"

You shrugged, your eyes watching him intently as one of your hands continued to toy with his belt loop. You suddenly felt more bold, your fingers slowly undoing it. You expression stayed shy and flustered, despite what you were doing, a small smile tugging at your lips.

JJ's breath hitched again as your fingers undid his belt, the unexpected move making his heart thump even harder in his chest. He watched you intently, his eyes dark with lust and need, his body tense with anticipation.

He swallowed hard, trying to maintain his composure despite the way your touch was making him feel.

"M-mouse, you don't have to-"

He broke off as you started to undo his button and zipper, the sound of the zipper being undone sounding loud in the quiet room. He could feel his heart hammering in his chest, thump thump thump, like he had just run a marathon. Or seen a ghost. Or fuck it, both.

He was torn between wanting to stop you and wanting to see how far you were willing to go.

He was about to say something, to stop you, to tell you that you didn't have to do this, that he didn't want you to feel pressured into something you weren't ready for.

But then your hand slowly moved to the front of his shorts, palming him through the thin fabric of his boxers, and all words flew out of his mind like a flock of startled birds.

You didn't tug the jeans down, you weren't sure if you could in this position anyway without unwrapping your legs from his waist. But your boldness grew, especially when you got the belt undone with just one hand, undid his zipper and pressed your palm against his boxer clad erection. The touch was slow, not rough or fast, just tentative, your brows raising ever so slightly.

JJ's brain short-circuited. All thoughts, all words, all coherent thought gone. All that was left was the sweet, soft pressure of your hand against him, the slow, hesitant touch, so different from what he was used to, so different from what he expected. It was like electricity flowing through his veins, setting every nerve ending on fire.

He let out a sharp, ragged exhale, his eyelids fluttering shut, his head lolling forward, his forehead resting against your shoulder, almost a little out of desperation.

His breathing was ragged and uneven, his body trembling slightly as he tried to control himself, tried to keep from losing control completely. He felt like his whole world had narrowed down to just that one spot where your hand was pressed against him, the touch sending waves of pleasure through his entire body.

He didn't dare move, didn't dare do or say anything, afraid that any motion or sound would break the spell that you had cast over him.

Unsure of what to do, and frankly a little paralyzed by shyness, your thumb rubbed small hesitant circles, applying just a little pressure where your were holding him, gnawing at your bottom lip as you listened to every breath he took and every sound that left his mouth.

JJ's breath hitched again, sharper and rougher than before, his whole body tensing at the feel of your thumb rubbing against him, the small, hesitant circles sending jolts of pleasure through his body.

He groaned softly, almost like it was against his will, his body pressing helplessly into you.

"Mouse… don't… mmmphh…"

He couldn't form a coherent thought, much less a sentence. All he could do was let out soft, ragged sounds, little moans and groans that escaped his lips without his permission. He was trembling now, his whole body taut with need and desire, every nerve ending on fire under your touch. Which he found to be unusual, given JJ wasn't one to shy away or get this worked up over such soft and tentative touches.

He tried to speak, tried to say something, but all that came out was a strangled moan, his body arching helplessly into you.

You were still pressed against the wall, legs wrapped around his waist and your other arm wrapped around his neck for support. Your hand continued to rub through the fabric of his boxers, your eyes darting down from time to time to watch your own hand in awe.

JJ's body was practically thrumming with tension, his muscles straining to hold himself still, to keep from grinding against you the way he wanted to. He was hanging on by a thread, barely holding it together, his breathing coming in ragged, uneven gasps.

He lifted his head from your shoulder, his eyes locking onto yours, his gaze dark and intense, his eyes almost feral with desire.

"Mouse I... please…"

He sounded almost desperate now, his voice ragged and rough. He tried to pull back a little, to give you a chance to stop this before it went too far, but his body seemed to have a will of its own, his hips pressing against you involuntarily, seeking more friction, more contact, more of you.

He was struggling to speak, his words coming out in broken gasps. "Mouse, if you…. If you keep… mmmph… touching me like that…"

Your brain short circuited at the look of desperation on his face, especially at your shy and soft touch. Your eyes were raking over his face, and you wanted more too but the position you were in was kinda awkward and limiting, glancing over his shoulder at the bed.

JJ could feel your gaze on his face, your eyes raking over his features, and he knew what you were thinking.

He leaned in closer, his mouth moving to your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "Mouse... we need to get on the bed..."

He shifted his weight a little, his movements more deliberate now, his muscles flexing as he readjusted his hold on you. He started to take a few steps towards the bed, his hands on your hips, holding you firmly against him, supporting your weight as he moved.

He was careful and gentle as he walked, making sure not to drop or hurt you as he moved across the room. He didn't want to break the moment by being clumsy.

He reached the bed and gently laid you down on the mattress, his body covering yours, his arms on either side of you, holding himself up so as not to put his full weight on you.

He looked down at you, his gaze roaming over your face, taking in every feature, every freckle, every little detail. You looked so sweet and innocent like this, lying under him on the bed, your hair fanning out around you like a halo.

He was breathing hard, his chest rising and falling with each ragged breath, his heart hammering in his chest like it was trying to break out of his ribcage.

As he set you down on the bed your body relaxed, reaching up to take off your glasses gently and set them down on the nightstand near the bed, your hands then cupping his face. He looked so pretty all flushed and looking down at you with his hair all messy and draping down too as he leaned over you.

JJ's eyes darkened further at the feel of your hands on his face, your touch so gentle and soft. Nobody had ever looked at him the way you were looking at him now, like he was something precious, something special.

"Mouse..."

He leaned down, his body pressing against yours, his mouth moving to your neck, his lips brushing over your sensitive skin, leaving soft, tender kisses along the curve of your shoulder.

"What JJ?" you asked quietly, a small chuckle leaving your lips as he slid the straps of your summer dress gently to kiss your shoulders and neck, the feeling a little ticklish and arousing you more if that was possible.

"You... mmmph... are so... pretty.."

JJ's words were mumbled against your skin, his mouth making its way up your neck, leaving soft, tender kisses as he went. His hands were moving now, roaming over your body, tracing every curve, every contour, like he was trying to memorize the feel of you.

Your body felt so small and fragile under him, your skin so soft and smooth, and he was being careful not to hurt you, even though his hands were practically aching with the need to touch you everywhere.

He moved lower, his mouth moving down to your collarbone, leaving more kisses there, his lips warm and soft against your skin. He was breathing in your scent, a mixture of vanilla and something sweeter, something he couldn't quite place but that he was quickly becoming addicted to. You smelled like vanilla and strawberries last time he saw you.

His hands moved to the hem of your dress, lifting the fabric slowly, pushing it up over your hips, exposing more and more of your skin to his gaze.

Your stomach fluttered at his muffled compliment, your hands resting into his hair, raking through it almost soothingly as he continued to kiss your neck and shoulders tenderly yet hungrily, his hands lifting your dress little by little.

JJ groaned softly as you ran your hands through his hair, the feeling sending a shiver down his spine. He leaned into the touch, almost like a cat being petted, his body arching into you instinctively.

He pulled back a bit, looking down at the exposed flesh of your stomach, his hands roaming over your skin, tracing over the soft curves of your hips and thighs.

He gently spread your legs, his body settling in between them, his weight pressing down on you, pinning you to the mattress.

He leaned down again, his mouth moving to your stomach, his lips leaving a trail of hot, moist kisses along your skin, slowly making their way lower and lower, his hands pushing your dress up over your hips, exposing more of you to his hungry gaze.

As he spread your legs, settling between them and trailing the reverent kisses down your stomach your breath hitched. It was like your body was already aware of what he was about to do, his hands bunching up the soft sage green material of your slip dress pushing it up. Despite being flustered beyond belief, your eyes were following his every move, your brain focused on the feeling of his lips on your warm skin.

JJ could feel the way your body was reacting to his touch, could feel the way you were arching up into him, seeking more of his touch, more of his attention. It was like your body was begging him to continue, like you were desperate for him to keep going.

He lifted his head, his eyes locking with yours, his expression intense and hungry. He held your gaze for a moment, almost like he was asking for permission, then his head dipped down again, his mouth moving down over your stomach and lower, lower...

His hands found the waistband of your panties, his fingers hooking into the elastic, gently pulling them down, his lips trailing over your hipbone, leaving hot kisses in their wake.

His breathing was ragged now, his body tense with need, but he was still being gentle, still being careful not to move too fast, to move too rough. He wanted to draw this out, to make this special for you both.

Your brows shot up as he pulled your underwear down slowly, your hips raising from the bed a little as if to help him, without even realizing.

JJ smiled at the way your body responded to his touch, the way you lifted your hips to help him, even before you realized you were doing it. It was so damn cute, almost innocent.

He let out a soft chuckle, his fingers still hooked into the elastic of your panties. "Eager, are we?"

He tugged your underwear down the rest of the way, his eyes never leaving yours, watching your face the whole time, taking in every little expression, every little gasp and moan that escaped your lips.

He tossed the scrap of fabric aside and gently parted your legs, his hands tracing up your inner thighs, his touch almost feather light, leaving a trail of fire in its wake.

He settled in between your legs and hooked them over his shoulders, his body pressed against you, his chest rising and falling with each deep, ragged breath. He was looking down at you, his eyes roaming over your naked lower body, taking in every detail, every curve, every inch of exposed skin.

He was so close, so close to where you wanted him, but he was still taking his time, still being gentle, still being patient. He was savoring this moment, wanting to commit it to memory.

Your breathing grew more ragged as he leaned down, gnawing at your bottom lip as you gazed at him in anticipation. He looked even more beautiful, between your legs, his hair tickling the inside of your thigh gently as kissed and teased you, your hand darting out to push it out of his face gently and shakily.

When you touched his hair, JJ felt a shiver run through his body, your touch sending jolts of electricity through his veins. He leaned into the touch, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment, before looking back up at you again, his expression almost feral now, his eyes burning with need and desire.

He gently parted your legs a little more, giving himself more room to work with, and gently blew a stream of hot air over the sensitive flesh of your core watching your face intently for a reaction.

The sensation made your legs twitch involuntarily, and a strangled moan escaped your lips before you could stop it. JJ saw the way your body reacted to his touch and a cocky smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Hmm... like that, do you?"

You nodded, your thighs threatening to close around his face for a split moment in nervousness, your teeth still gnawing at your bottom lip. It was insane, how just a small huff of air made you react so.. eagerly. It would've been embarrassing too, if you weren't so turned on.

JJ chuckled softly at your reaction, your legs almost closing around him involuntarily. He could feel the tension in your body, could feel the way you were already so worked up and desperate for him.

"Oh, I see... you're a little needy, aren't you, Mouse?" He leaned down again, his mouth skimming over your slick fold, his tongue darting out to tease you, just barely making contact. He wanted to prolong this for as long as he could, to draw this out as long as he could.

He flattened his tongue against you, slowly licking upwards to brush against your clit, his eyes fluttering shut as he took in the taste of you, his hands tightening on your thighs. God, you tasted so good JJ wasn't sure how long he was gonna be slow and gentle for.

When he applied more pressure you couldn't help the moan that escaped your lips, almost like a whimper. The contact was slow but your body felt it like a strike of lightning, the hand in his hair taking a fistful of it. Your body arched up gently, almost like a twitch, your eyes fluttering closed.

JJ groaned softly as you tugged at his hair, the feeling sending a spark of pain through his body that somehow turned into pleasure, heightening the need that was coursing through him. He wanted more, more of you, more of your little gasps and whimpers. He knew he had you right where he wanted you now, lost in lust and desire, eager and willing and completely under his spell. "so sensitive..."

He pressed a gentle kiss against you, just above your clit, almost like he was teasing you, and when he spoke his voice was thick with need.

"Mouse... tell me... what you want... I'll give you anything... just say it... tell me what you want"

Maisy had told you before how getting eaten out felt. Of course you could only imagine it up until a point, given you never actually experienced the thing. 'The thing is, if the guy doesn't wanna do it, it's just routine for the both of you... but god, Y/n/n if he does...' Maisy told you before. And you understood, somehow in this moment her words made sense because JJ actually seemed to revel into what he was doing.

You tried steady your breathing, opening your eyes to gaze down at him, and the sight alone almost made you finish. He looked like he was the one on the receiving end, not you, his eyes already watching you intently, "just.. keep going that's... that feels good." surprisingly you managed to speak, even praise him a little.

JJ felt a surge of pride at your words, his ego growing even more as you praised him. It was music to his ears, to hear you telling him he was doing well, that he was making you feel good. He smirked, knowing that he had you right where he wanted you now, completely at his mercy.

He chuckled again, his breath warm against your skin as he spoke. "As you wish, sweet thing..."

He lowered his head again, his mouth finding your most sensitive spot once more. His tongue traced slow, teasing circles around your clit, not quite touching it, but giving you just enough to keep you on edge. His hands were still on your thighs, holding you firmly in place, making sure you couldn't move before JJ leaned in, his tongue flicking out to trace your slit, a low moan escaping him at the taste of your arousal. "Fuck, baby, you taste like fuckin' heaven," he rasped still not over the way you tasted, his grip tightening on your thighs as he dove in, his mouth covering your pussy completely.

Your head tilted back against the pillow once more, your thighs closing around his head a little, small moans leaving your lips with every movement of his tongue, his face buried between your legs. The sight was probably so lustful, that if someone were to walk in they wouldn't even recognize you. Your hand still in his hair, hips arching to meet every movement of his lips or tongue.

JJ's mind reeled as you wrapped your thighs around his head. It was such an intimate gesture, almost possessively keeping him in place, like you were claiming him as yours. The sight would have driven any man wild, but even more so with JJ, who had never in his life ever felt wanted or loved or needed. He'd never in his life felt even remotely treasured, and suddenly here you were, trembling and arching up into him, making these little needy sounds, clutching at him, as if you never wanted to let him go.

It was too much, nearly overloading his brain.

He groaned against your pussy, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your core. He could feel your thighs trembling around his head, your nails digging into his scalp as you gripped his hair tighter. Fuck, he loved how responsive you were, how fuckin' eager for his touch.

He focused his efforts on your clit, sucking and flicking the sensitive bud with the skill of a guy who knew exactly what he was doing. His tongue delved deeper, plunging into your tight heat, fucking you with broad strokes that had your hips bucking against his face.

But JJ wanted more, so much more than that. He slid two fingers knuckle-deep into your dripping cunt, pumping them in and out of your tight heat at a good pace. At the same time, he zeroed in on your clit with laser focus, sucking the sensitive bud between his lips and flicking it with his tongue.

JJ curled his fingers just right, rubbing that special spot deep inside you that made your toes curl and your eyes roll back in your head. "Come on, sweetheart. Give it to me. Wanna hear you scream my fuckin' name as I make you cum harder than you ever have before," he demanded his hot breath washing over your pussy, his fingers pumping faster,

You were already close, your writhing somehow intensifying under his mouth, your body almost arched up in place in pleasure. Your voice drawled out, moans a little higher and more longer now, your legs wrapped around his head and slung over his shoulders loosely.

JJ could feel that you were close, could hear it in your voice, could see it in the way your body was writhing and arching against him. He was loving every second of this, loving the power he had over you, the way he was making you feel. It was addictive, the feeling, and he knew he was hooked for life.

He lifted his head for a moment still pumping his fingers in and out of you, his eyes burning into yours, a smirk on his lips, even as he spoke.

"Are you gonna come for me, Mouse?" His voice was deep and hoarse, almost rough, his lips damp and hair mussed up as he locked eyes with you, watching you intently, waiting for your answer.

Fuck yeah, you thought, the only thing you could manage was a small whimper as you nodded, your brows scrunched up in pleasure, eyes raking over his face as he lifted his head for a moment. God, he was so pretty, and not only because he was eating you out.

JJ smiled at the whimper that came from your lips, his heart swelling with some strange foreign feeling in his chest, a feeling he'd only ever dared to dream of, but never knew how to recognize or understand. It was love and tenderness and something deeper. He ignored it though, he could think about that later, not while he ate you out and finger-fucked you.

When you nodded, JJ let out a low growl, deep in the back of his throat, his eyes boring into yours, his words hoarse and thick with need.

"Good girl..." he said, his free hand tightening on your thigh, his mouth diving back down to give you what you wanted, what you needed. The praise fell easily from his lips, even though he didn't know why he was doing it. It felt right in the moment, and JJ always followed his gut feelings, even if they didn't make sense in retrospect. And in this moment, his gut was telling him to praise you, to make sure you knew how good you were being.

You mewled quietly at his small praise not having much time to think about how it made you feel because he was back to working on you, even more intensely than last time and you knew you were just on the edge. You could feel it in your lower stomach, both of your hands in his hair now. If you weren't so worked up maybe you'd apologize for squeezing him that tightly but in the moment you didn't have it in you. Your moans, although still shy and characteristic to you, were now a little more high pitched, a little less held back.

JJ could feel your arousal coating his chin and dripping down onto the bed under him and it was so hot. The obscene sound of your juices squelching as he pumped his fingers in and out of your tight heat filled the room, mingling with the crude slurps and suckles of his greedy mouth.

"I'm gonna.. I think I'm-.." you panted, your words shaky as they slipped from your parted lips, melting with moans and sighs of pleasure. You looked down at him, brows knitting up in pleasure at the focus etched on his face as he just watched his fingers drive inside you, making eye contact with you before diving in once again.

Eye contact was so hot, especially when he looked like that. And did the things that had your eyes rolling in the back of your head, and your hands grinding his face against you almost desperately. Your thighs were spasming gently, back arching a little as you clamped your legs around his head like a snake encircling its prey.

JJ couldn't care less if you were squeezing his head with your thighs. In fact, he loved it, loved knowing that he was making you feel so good that you couldn't help but cling to him in pleasure. It was the best he'd ever felt in his life, all his senses flooded with you, with the taste and the feel of you round his fingers or the sound of you, completely coming undone for him.

He could feel your walls starting to flutter and clench around his fingers, your body tensing as your orgasm rapidly approached. He gazed up at you with lust-darkened baby blues, a small grin spreading across his face as he watched you come undone above him.

"That's it, baby.. look at me while I make you cum," he murmured softly, his fingers pumping faster, his tongue lashing over your clit with firm strokes. "I wanna see those pretty eyes roll back in your head as I send you fuckin' flyin'."

JJ could feel your thighs trembling violently around his head, your nails digging into his scalp like a woman possessed. He fuckin' loved it, loved the way your body responded to his touch, the way you grinded your soaked cunt against his face like you were fuckin' starved for it.

He felt your body tensing up, on the edge, and then he heard you whining his name in a whimper and that was it for him. It was the sexiest sound he'd ever heard in his life, and he knew he would be replaying that sound in his head on repeat, over and over again.

A few more moments and the pressure in your lower stomach snapped, your body arching up and breathing rattling gently, lips parted in pleasure as you let out a strangled moan, legs wrapped around his head more tightly than before. You tensed for a couple of long seconds, head thrown back in ecstasy as your thighs closed around his head even more tightly, the orgasm washing over you and knocking your breath out of your lungs, your moans almost inaudible.

JJ groaned as you squeezed his head between your thighs, the feeling almost painful and yet somehow pleasing. He didn't mind being squeezed tight, in fact he loved it. It made him feel like he was wanted, like he was desired and treasured and needed, all things he'd never in his life ever felt or experienced before. He pushed down the strange unfamiliar feeling that was beginning to form again in his gut, and instead focused on you, on making you feel good.

He didn't let up, though. No, JJ kept suckin' and lickin' and fingering your spasming cunt, workin' you through each wave of your intense climax. He wanted to draw it out, make it last as fuckin' long as possible. Wanted you to feel this fuckin' incredible every second until you were completely fuckin' spent.

He gave you a few more gentle licks, just enough to ease you down from the high, before lifting his head again, his eyes burning into yours.

He smirked, his tongue darting out and licking his lips, binging his arousal-coated fingers up to his mouth, makin' a show of licking them clean.

If it would have been humanly possible you would've came a second time as his smirked up at you, licking his lips and fingers in the most sinful and erotic way. Genuinely how was this guy between your legs, instead of sleeping with someone more.. his type? "goodness gracious.." you muttered, your head tilting back on the pillow, one of your hands reaching to rub your face, the other still in his hair, almost limp now. Just like your thighs.

JJ chuckled at the way you spoke, your voice hoarse and shaky as you tried to catch your breath. He was pretty smug, proud of the effect he had on you, smug to know that he had made you feel good. He gently patted your hip, signaling for you to release his head from the grip of your thighs.

He rose up on his elbow, looking at you, his eyes roaming over your face and down to your body. You looked utterly debauched and JJ loved the sight, almost like he'd won some kind of trophy.

He smirked again as he leaned forward, propping himself up above you. His face was just inches from yours, his voice low and rough as he spoke. "Did I do good, sweetheart?"

Did he do good?? it was like you went to heaven and back for a split second there, and he's asking you if he did 'good'. You ascended to the heavens and he was smirking casually down at you like it was the most normal thing, "good..?" was all that you managed to ask, your voice breaking a little full of disbelief.

JJ chuckled at your reaction, his ego swelling even more. The fact that you were so stunned, almost like you were dumbfounded, just from what he did to you, made his chest puff up in pride a little.

He lowered himself down to rest his head on your stomach, his cheek pressing against your skin. He looked up at you from this angle with a smug look on his face. "I'll take that as a yes."

He nuzzled his head against your stomach, almost like a cat, his arms coming up to wrap around your waist, holding you loosely. He was strangely content in this moment, his mind quiet for once, his thoughts not running a mile a minute. Instead, he was focused on purely you, on the way you felt against him, the way you smelled, the way your hands felt on his skin.

As he nuzzled his head against your stomach you took the time to steady your erratic breathing, your hand reaching up to rake through his hair. You were a little in shock, not believing that this had actually happened and that he was actually your boyfriend, "... so you're my boyfriend now right?" you asked after almost a minute of silence, save for your breathing, regretting the hesitant question instantly. He called you his girl, or something along those lines when he was kissing you, but JJ didn't say the word boyfriend and girlfriend.

JJ's heart nearly stopped at your question, at the use of the word 'boyfriend'. For a second he just laid there, his face buried in your stomach, his arms wrapped around your waist. He could feel his stomach clenching with some strange emotion again, his heart beating in his chest, his mind racing with thoughts.

He lifted his head slowly, looking up at you, his eyes searching your face. He wasn't good with emotions, but he felt so strongly for you that the thought of being your boyfriend felt like a lifeline.

For a second you just looked at each other, which scared you mildly, regretting the awkward question more now that you were just staring into his blue and intense eyes silently. You felt your self grimace awkwardly, "sorry.."

JJ shook his head, his arms holding you a little tighter, almost possessively.

"Don't apologize. It was a good question."

He said it quietly, his eyes still fixed on your face, his expression unreadable. His heart was still thumping in his chest, and he still didn't understand the feeling that was rushing through his body, but he knew he should pull himself together and answer your question before you got even more worried.

Your grimace deepened, suddenly feeling awkward at having asked in the first place and making everything strange and quiet. It made a lump form in your throat, your breath rattling a little when you inhaled.

JJ's eyes traced your face, taking in the expression on your face. He could see that you were starting to get uneasy and he didn't like it, he liked you happy and at ease with him, so he decided to speak.

"Mouse..." He said quietly, his voice soft, his fingers tracing small circles on your skin.

"What?" you asked meekly cutting him off gently, your brows furrowing a little as your face melted into a small frown without realizing, thinking you misread his earlier signals.

JJ's chest ached at the sight of your frown, and his hand came up to cup your cheek, his thumb gently grazing your skin. He gazed at you for a moment, his eyes soft, his voice even softer as he spoke.

"Stop frowning like that..."

One of your hands came up to cover your mouth, "sorry.." you apologized again, your eyes darting around the room for a little. 'God now it was all awkward and he'd have to say something out of pity' you thought.

JJ felt a pang in his chest when you covered your mouth. He didn't like that, he didn't want you to be nervous or insecure around him. He wanted you to feel comfortable, safe.

"Hey, hey, look at me..." He said quietly, his hand on your cheek trying to tilt your face to look at him.

You propped your self gently on your elbows, locking eyes with him, "maybe i should go..?" you spoke, the awkward grimace back on your face as you questioned quietly.

JJ's heart dropped at your words. Go? Why would you want to go? No, he didn't want you to go. "No, no, no. You don't have to go." He said quickly, his hand on your cheek moving to tangle in your hair and hold the back of your neck gently.

He leaned forward and pressed his forehead against yours, his body shifting so that he was a little closer to you now.

"I don't want you to go." He murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I didn't mean to ask that.." you murmured, blinking a couple of times as you locked eyes with him, his forehead resting against yours.

JJ's thumb stroked your neck gently, trying to soothe the tension he was feeling rising in your body. "It's okay, you don't have to apologize. I'm glad you asked, I just..."

He trailed off, suddenly feeling shy and sheepish, which was not an emotion JJ Maybank was familiar with at all. He took a deep breath, steadying himself before continuing to speak. "I just want you to be happy, okay? I don't want you to feel like you have to walk on eggshells around me. You can ask anything, say anything, and I won't get mad. I...."

He cut off again, pausing for a moment before forcing the words out.

"I just want you to feel comfortable with me... cause I'm gonna be your boyfriend and all..."

"...You are?" you asked, raising your brows at his words.

JJ rolled his eyes at your disbelief, lifting his head to look at you properly, his arms still wrapped loosely around your waist.

"Did I stutter? Of course I am. Why in the world would I not want to be your boyfriend?" He asked it more rhetorically, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

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A/N: When is it my turn, i say as i fall to my knees, when is it my turn to have a blonde munch surfer thank me by giving me head? i enjoyed writing this one though. But here's your valentines gift for being such sweeties to me, hope i did good. And if you find any mistakes or something its like 4 am atm, just don't mind them okay? I wanted to post this as early as possible and so I'm kinda sleepy. Don't forget to comment or leave asks and join the taglist, i love you all, happy valentines!💕

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And They Were Roommates (Pt.18)

Chapter Eighteen: “Man Flu”

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

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Chapter Eighteen: “Man Flu”

It starts with a cinnamon roll.

Not just any cinnamon roll- this one’s the size of a hubcap, fresh from the oven, still warm enough to melt the drizzle of maple icing that oozes over the edge of the wax paper. You’re two bites in, already sugar-drunk and smiling, when Eddie appears behind you holding an entire bouquet of mismatched herbs like he’s just wandered in from a Renaissance fair.

He presses the whole chaotic bundle to your chest like it’s a dozen roses. “For you, m’lady.”

You blink at the sage, rosemary, and- was that a lone sprig of mint? “We’re making soup, not love spells.”

Eddie winks. “Why not both?”

You laugh, tucking the bouquet into the reusable tote swinging from your shoulder. The late-morning sun filters through rows of canvas tents, catching the glint of Eddie’s rings as he reaches for your hand. The farmer’s market is in full swing: babies in pumpkin hats, fresh cider being poured from mason jars, someone playing acoustic guitar near the kettle corn stand.

A handwritten chalkboard by the bread booth reads: “Thanksgiving orders due by next week!”

You glance at it as you pass, your fingers still laced with Eddie’s. “Gotta remember to ask Wayne what sides should we bring. Assuming the Munson Men Extravaganza is still happening.”

Eddie snorts. “He’s been watching turkey brining tutorials since September. It’s happening. He’s talking about bringing out two folding tables this year. Like he’s expecting the Pope.”

“Or Corroded Coffin.”

“…Same thing, really.”

He steals a sip from your cider without asking, grinning when you give him a mock glare. You stop to admire some heirloom tomatoes so lumpy and vibrant they look like they belong in an art museum, and Eddie holds up a gourd shaped like a goose and does a voice that’s somewhere between Elmo and a villainous butler. You can’t stop laughing. He ends up buying the stupid goose gourd.

The tote fills with produce: sweet potatoes, garlic bulbs with their papery skins still intact, a bag of ruby-colored apples you picked together. Eddie insists on buying fresh sage even though he doesn’t know what to do with it. You snag a pie for later. You share another cinnamon roll. By the time you head home, the air smells like bonfires and cider, and your cheeks hurt from smiling.

The van smells like cinnamon and earth, the heater valiantly fighting off the late autumn chill as you both pile in with your haul. Eddie tosses the gourd-goose into the backseat with a flourish, where it rolls precariously close to the edge before settling against his empty guitar case. He catches your amused look and grins, reaching over to tuck a loose lock of hair behind your ear- his fingers lingering, warm against your skin.

"Alright, chef," he says, shifting the van into gear with one hand, the other still resting casually on your thigh. "You’re in charge of the kitchen. I’m in charge of the vibes."

You raise an eyebrow. "And what exactly does that entail?"

Eddie’s smirk is pure mischief as he pulls onto the road, the radio crackling to life with some fuzzy classic rock station. "Me, dramatically taste-testing everything while pretending to be a Food Network judge. Maybe wearing an apron. Maybe not wearing an apron."

You laugh, shaking your head as you lean into the passenger seat, the warmth of him beside you, the promise of an afternoon tangled up in spices and each other. The leaves outside blur into a whirl of gold and crimson, and for a moment, everything feels impossibly, perfectly right.

"Deal," you say, stealing one last bite of cinnamon roll before he can. "But only if you let me feed you apple slices like a noble steed."

Eddie throws his head back with a laugh, the sound rich and unrestrained, filling the van like sunlight. "Sweetheart, you can feed me whatever you want."

The day stretches ahead- full of possibility, full of Eddie.

The gourd-goose watches judgmentally from the backseat. You ignore it.

The door swings open with a familiar creak, letting in a gust of wind and the smell of turning leaves. Eddie shoulder-bumps it closed behind him, arms full of groceries, keys still dangling from his pinky as he nearly trips over a discarded boot.

“Welcome to Casa Munson,” he announces, stepping around a laundry basket like he’s dodging landmines. “Home of fine cuisine, questionable counter hygiene, and one very judgmental gourd.”

You follow him in with your own tote, nose pink from the cold and heart stupidly full. The house soon smells like cinnamon from the pie tucked under your arm and just a hint of whatever incense Eddie lit earlier that’s still ghosting through the hallway. Something vaguely woodsy and mystical. Probably called Witch’s Elbow or Druid Sweat or something equally stupid that he swore smelled like “autumn and sex.”

By the time you set everything down on the kitchen counters, Eddie’s already dumped his tote unceremoniously across the counter like a game show prize. Apples roll in every direction. The fresh sage flutters dramatically to the floor.

“Oops,” he says. Zero remorse.

You sigh, stepping over a shallot. “Eddie-”

“Relax, chef, I’ve got this.” He dramatically tosses on an apron he absolutely didn’t need to grab- black with a red skull on it that says Kiss the Cook or Perish. “Today’s special: chicken noodle soup à la Munson.”

“You’re not even cutting the vegetables.”

“I’m here for moral support and mid-cooking karaoke.”

True to his word, the speaker is queued up in seconds, blasting a power ballad from the '70s while you start chopping carrots. Eddie pulls out a spoon and pretends it’s a microphone, wailing into it like he’s on stage. He nearly knocks over the stock pot twice. You catch the edge of it with one hand while still slicing with the other, giving him a look that says I swear to God, if you start juggling the garlic again…

“Soup!” he sings, spinning in socked feet across the kitchen floor. “The meal of the emotionally stable and incredibly sexy!”

“Mm-hmm,” you hum, carefully placing celery into the pot. “Remind me again what you’re contributing?”

“Vibes,” he says, without missing a beat. Then he steals a carrot stick, eats it like a gremlin, and immediately burns his tongue on a noodle you’d just tested for doneness. “Ow… worth it.”

You shake your head, laughing despite yourself. This is normal. This is your normal.

Eddie rummages in the fridge for something that isn’t needed- like capers or grape jelly, and launches into a dramatic monologue about “elevating the flavor profile” while you roll your eyes and quietly season the broth the way you like it. Eventually, he does help, if you can call dramatically crumbling herbs over the pot “helping.” At one point, he dips a finger into the simmering broth and tastes it with all the seriousness of a Michelin judge.

“Damn,” he says, blinking at his finger. “You’re a sorceress.”

“I told you that mint wasn’t going in.”

“Yeah, yeah. But tell me this doesn’t taste like a warm hug from a sexy forest witch.”

You bump him with your hip. “A soup witch.”

Eddie grins, sidling closer, voice dropping to a purr. “A soup witch who owns my heart.”

He’s too much- and not enough, all at once.

Eventually, the soup is done, the kitchen looks like a bomb went off, and you both end up on the couch with steaming mismatched bowls, knees touching under the throw blanket. He makes airplane noises while feeding you a spoonful, just to get you to roll your eyes again. It works.

And even though the dishes are stacked high and there’s flour on your sleeve and a gourd on the windowsill silently judging you both- you’re full. In all the best ways.

The afternoon light paints the living room in warm golds and deep shadows as you both lounge on the couch, soup bowls abandoned on the coffee table. Eddie's arm is slung lazily over your shoulders, his fingers absently playing with the ends of your hair. The gourd sits on the windowsill like some kind of rustic, disapproving chaperone.

"Y'know," Eddie muses, staring at the ceiling with that particular look he gets when he's about to say something ridiculous, "I think we should name it."

You follow his gaze to the gourd. "The goose-gourd abomination?"

"Exactly." He sits up slightly, pointing at it with the hand not currently wrapped around you. "That's clearly a being of great wisdom and judgment. We should honor it."

You snort. "It looks like it's about to call the cops on us."

Eddie gasps, clutching his chest in mock offense. "How dare you. That's Sir Reginald Gooseworth the Third, esteemed member of the Gourd Peerage and part-time soup critic." He pauses, then grins. "Also, he definitely saw me shirtless earlier and liked it, so he can't judge anything."

You burst out laughing, shoving his shoulder as he collapses back against the couch cushions, cackling. The movement makes his shirt ride up just enough to reveal a sliver of skin above his waistband, and you don't miss the way his breath hitches when your fingers brush against it as you settle back against him.

Sir Reginald watches on in silent, gourdly judgment.

The record player in the corner crackles to life with the next album- something slow and bluesy that Eddie had put on earlier. The music fills the space between you, warm and familiar, like the weight of his arm around you or the way his thumb traces absent circles against your shoulder.

"You're staring," Eddie murmurs, though he doesn't sound the least bit bothered by it. If anything, he preens under your attention, his smirk lazy and satisfied.

"Just admiring my handiwork," you tease, reaching up to poke at the flour still dusting the collar of his shirt. "You're a mess."

Eddie catches your wrist before you can pull away, pressing a kiss to your knuckles with exaggerated flair. "A hot mess, thank you very much."

You roll your eyes, but you're smiling too much to sell it.

Today was going to be another perfect day…

It starts with a sneeze so violent, he knocks over a mug and blames the “malicious spirit of illness.”

By mid afternoon, Eddie’s sprawled dramatically across the couch like a Victorian poet with consumption, one arm draped over his eyes. His voice is hoarse, a tragedy all its own.

“Tell Wayne I love him… and that I want to be buried with my guitar. He can’t have it.” He lifts a hand weakly. “Promise me, babe. Swear it on the soup.”

You stare at him from the kitchen, ladling broth into a bowl. “You don’t need last rites. You need DayQuil.”

He ignores you in favor of shivering like a leaf in a storm. “I can’t believe this is how I go. So young. So beautiful. So misunderstood.”

Later, when you hand him a digital thermometer, he scowls at it like it’s betrayed him.

“This thing’s busted. There’s no way someone this sexy can run a fever.”

You eye the red digits. “101.8, Romeo.”

“Then clearly it’s jealous.”

When you suggest a cold compress, he grins with cracked lips and says, “What if you take my temperature… the old-fashioned way?” He winks. “You know, for science.”

You chuck a pillow at his face.

Later still, he claims he’s lost his sense of taste- right up until the moment he takes an impatient slurp of soup straight from the spoon and immediately yelps, burning his tongue.

“MY SOUP TASTERS,” he cries, clutching his jaw. “MY INSTRUMENT!”

He’s wearing every hoodie he owns by this point, layered like a feral onion, the outermost one half-zipped and inside-out. He’s also stolen your throw blanket and trails it behind him like a cloak of contagious doom. You find him ten minutes later posted up in front of the TV like a disgruntled cryptid, whispering “Is this how Frodo felt?” while watching daytime television and sniffling pitifully into a paper towel.

Later, you find him sprawled face-down on the living room floor like a crime scene chalk outline, hoodie hood up, one sock halfway off, and a box of tissues just out of reach like it betrayed him.

“Eddie?” you ask, setting down your tea with cautious concern. “Why are you on the floor?”

He groans in response, barely lifting his face off the rug. “It’s over. This is where it ends for me. Tell Dustin I love him too… he can take over Hellfire.”

You step over him to grab the thermometer off the coffee table. “Pretty sure it’s just a cold or something.”

“There’s no just about it. I have the male immune system. I’m basically operating with an outdated virus firewall over here.” He flips dramatically onto his back and coughs weakly. “Leave me. Save yourself.”

You roll your eyes. “You want more soup?”

He turns his head slowly, eyes glistening like he’s starring in a war film. “If I say yes, will you feed it to me from your hand like a baby bird?”

“No.”

He exhales. “Then I choose death.”

An hour later, you catch him lying on the couch with a damp washcloth dramatically draped over his forehead, a box of tissues on his chest like a cursed talisman. He’s making long, theatrical groaning sounds between coughs that are just exaggerated enough to be suspect.

You check the thermometer again.

“That thing’s broken,” he says immediately.

You hold up the box. “Want to take it again?”

He winks, finger guns you. “Only if you do it the old-fashioned way.” He tries again.

“Absolutely not.”

He pouts. “Tyrant.”

He tries more soup. He scoops up a spoonful of your lovingly made soup, insists he still can’t taste anything, and then immediately screams when it scalds his tongue… again.

“AHH! WHY IS THIS STILL LAVA?!”

“You said you couldn’t taste! Didn’t you learn the first time?”

“I WAS LYING FOR SYMPATHY!”

You cross your arms as he writhes beneath three hoodies, the throw blanket trailing behind him when he shuffles off to the bathroom.

From inside the bathroom: “Do not resuscitate!”

“YOU’RE JUST TAKING A PEE, EDDIE!”

Then, you find him in bed scribbling furiously in a notebook. When you peek over his shoulder, he slams it closed like you just walked in on state secrets.

“What are you writing?”

“Nothing.”

“Are you writing… goodbye letters?”

“It’s called closure. My amps need to know I loved them.”

“You’re such a drama queen.”

“Drama king, actually. Thank you.”

By the time you return with another mug of lemon tea, the look has evolved. Eddie is now wearing: socks- mismatched, no pants, a hoodie with no shirt underneath, and your scarf tied around his head like a ninja who's been dishonorably discharged from battle due to a sinus infection.

The tissue pile on the coffee table is starting to resemble a haunted paper mache volcano. Gourd Sir Reginald now resides on the nightstand, sporting a fragile little party hat made of twisted tissue paper and a fierce expression Eddie swears is “stoic support in these trying times.”

“He’s my emotional support vegetable,” Eddie croaks when you give him a look. “Don’t judge him. He’s seen some things.”

“He’s a squash,” you correct.

“You take that back!”

You don’t. Instead, you touch his forehead, still warm but not alarming, and he leans into it like you’ve performed a sacred rite.

Then comes a cough so rattling, so theatrical, it shakes the pile of tissues and makes Sir Reginald’s hat list sideways.

“NURSE HOTNESS,” Eddie bellows hoarsely, flinging his arm over his forehead like he’s auditioning for a soap opera, “I require your assistance at once. The fever’s spiking. I can feel it. My bones are… humming.”

You raise a brow. “You mean aching?”

“No. Humming. They’re singing me out, babe. Like a sad little kazoo band.”

“I’ve written another will,” he croaks, holding a torn piece of notebook paper with scribbles barely legible through the smudged ink and dramatic underlining. He shoves it into your hand with weak flourish. Scrawled across it in blotchy Sharpie:

“To my beloved girlfriend, I leave my collection of battle-worn guitar picks and the goose gourd who judged me fairly in life. Don’t let Wayne give my Iron Maiden poster to Dustin- he’s not ready.”

You’re reading when he gasps, clutches his chest like he's just been stabbed, and moans, “Also… can you bring me a warm towel? Soaked in the tears of angels. Preferably cherubs.”

“What’s the backup if the angel tears are out of stock?”

“Tap water and a kiss on the forehead. But make it tender.”

You apply a cold compress instead.

He flinches. “What is that? A rag of betrayal?”

When you reach for the VapoRub, he straightens, peering at you like you’ve just proposed marriage. “You’re going to… apply it, right?”

“Yes. Like a normal person.”

He closes his eyes dramatically. “I request a loving yet firm touch.”

You pause, deadpan. “I swear, Munson… What does that even mean?”

“Figure it out, Doctor Feelgood.”

The application process devolves quickly into Eddie giggling like a hyena and claiming, “It’s cold! It’s weird! Why does this feel like mentholized regret?!”

Later, once bundled again, he begs you to put something on the TV.

“Choose wisely,” he says, peeking over his tissue mountain. “It must be a cinematic masterpiece befitting my final moments.”

You pop in The NeverEnding Story.

He gasps reverently. “Yes. Let the childlike empress witness my passing.”

Five minutes in, he’s quoting every line with a stuffy nose and wild inflection, crying louder than the horse scene warrants, and yelling “ATREYUUUUU” with a dramatic fist to the sky.

When you get up to grab another mug of tea, he immediately moans from the couch: “Don’t go… I see the light… oh, wait- nah, it’s the hallway lamp.”

You reappear with a spoonful of medicine. He eyes it with suspicion.

“Are you trying to poison me?”

“It’s cherry-flavored.”

“I only take medicine if it’s hidden in pudding like a dog.”

You return with pudding.

He eats it, then groans like it’s poisoned anyway.

You settle next to him, but he immediately starts sinking lower and lower into the couch cushions, narrating the descent in his best tragic pirate voice: “The fever… she’s taking me down to Davy Jones’ living room! Tell my amps I loved them. And tell my bandmates I went out shredding…”

You rest your head in your hand, watching as he slowly slides off the cushion like a sock puppet giving up on life.

“Tell them I died heroically- like a man…” he whispers faintly, already half asleep.

You throw a blanket over his head.

You return from the kitchen to find Eddie curled up under the blanket on the couch like a Renaissance painting titled The Tragic Wastrel, Post Soup.

He looks up at you with bleary eyes and murmurs, “Nurse Hotness… I require assistance again.” Before closing his eyes dramatically.

You sigh, already setting down the fresh cup of tea. “What is it now?”

“I was thinking, maybe…” He cracks one eye open, voice going husky with suggestion. “We reenact An Officer and a Gentleman but instead of lifting me up, you bring me soup in the rain.”

“It’s not raining.”

“Then use the faucet. Commit to the bit.”

He falls into a bout of coughs that ends with a long, drawn-out moan. “Don’t let them taxidermy me. I want to rot naturally.”

You smirk, pulling the blanket over his legs. “Duly noted, Mr. Munson.”

But the humor fades when he suddenly sits upright, a pale grimace overtaking his face.

“…Oh no.”

“What?”

He swallows hard, then bolts. “I’m gonna hurl-!”

You rush after him as he stumbles to the bathroom, dropping tissues like breadcrumbs on the way. The door slams, and you hear him gag, the sound echoing too sharp to be just dramatics this time.

You linger by the door, worry briefly stealing your breath. No more jokes. Not for a moment.

“…You okay?” you call softly.

There’s a pause, then a weak reply: “I’d like to change my will again. Tell Sir Reginald… I’m sorry.”

He emerges a minute later, ghostly pale and trembling a little under the weight of it all. You tuck him back onto the couch without another word and press a kiss to his temple.

For a while, the only sound is the hum of the TV.

And then-

“You should feed me fruit now. Like a baby bird.”

“…The moment’s passed, Munson.”

He sighs. “Then just let me perish.”

The next morning, sunlight streams through the curtains, illuminating the battlefield of crumpled tissues, empty mugs, and one very disheveled Eddie Munson. He's sprawled across the couch like a fallen warrior, his hair a wild halo of curls, the throw blanket tangled around his legs. Sir Reginald Gooseworth III sits vigil on the coffee table, his tissue-paper hat now slightly askew, as if even he has grown weary of Eddie's theatrics.

You stand over him, arms crossed, watching as he stirs with a groan.

"Ugh," he croaks, blinking up at you with bleary eyes. "Am I... alive?"

"Barely."

He lifts a trembling hand to his forehead, as if checking for divine intervention. "I had the weirdest dream... I was a pirate, but also a tragic poet, and there was pudding-"

"You were high on cold medicine all night."

Eddie gasps, clutching his chest. "You drugged me?"

"You begged for it."

He considers this for a long moment, then nods solemnly. "Fair."

He tries to sit up, fails, and flops back onto the cushions with a dramatic sigh. "I think I need a priest."

"You need a shower."

Eddie gasps again, this time scandalized. "You want me to bathe while I'm dying?"

"You're not dying."

He lifts a finger. "That's exactly what a murderer would say."

You roll your eyes and toss a fresh box of tissues at him. He catches it with surprising reflexes for a man who just declared himself on death's door.

"Alright, fine," he grumbles, peeling himself off the couch like a sad, damp sticker. "But if I slip and fall in the shower, I want it known that I blame you."

You watch as he shuffles toward the bathroom, trailing blankets and self-pity behind him. Just before the door closes, he pauses, turning back with a smirk.

"Hey, Nurse Hotness?"

"Yeah?"

He winks. "Thanks for not letting me die."

And with that, the door shuts, leaving you alone with Sir Reginald and the wreckage of Eddie Munson's Great Plague of '86.

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