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SAFETY NET — ch. 4

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warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, 18+, smut (oral, mentions of sex), fluff, lil bit of angst + jealous!jj🫣

word count: 4k

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“Don’t worry ‘bout him,” Adam had said when you were reluctantly leaving JJ to him and the rest of their teammates, “We’ll make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid.” 

Those had been the last words he had said to you that evening before you went home, letting their friend blow off some steam in their company, perhaps having a drink or two at their usual bar – of course you hadn’t expected to see them again, outside your door, with a drunk and slightly bloody JJ hanging with his arms around Adam and Nick’s necks. 

Your heart dropped in your stomach at the sight.

“What the hell happened?” You all but yelled at the two who didn’t look better than their friend, and they surely didn’t appear that less intoxicated than him. 

“Listen,” Nick began, “This one can’t stop blabbing ‘bout you, and we’re a little bit drunk, and damn it he’s heavy – how do you do it?” 

You could tell they had all drunk more than they were able to take, which was why you tried not to be too embarrassed at Nick’s last words. You only nodded at them to step inside and they followed your orders, quickly walking into the apartment and unceremoniously throwing JJ on the small couch. He groaned loudly, turning around on his back, almost unsuccessfully. 

“Is anyone going to tell me what the fuck happened?” You asked again, angrily, as you placed your hands on your hips. The more time you spent with JJ’s roommates, the more you began to feel like their mother, for they were immature and needed more guiding than they usually received. “Adam, I told you to watch him! You said you were going to keep an eye on him.”

“I did!” He slurred, resting against the kitchen counter, “I watched him. I watched him as he kicked that guy’s’ ass.” He chuckled, followed by Nick.

They both seemed messed up, although a little bit less than JJ, and you were honestly terrified to find out what had happened in that bar. “What happened to you two, then?” You sighed.

“Those guys fought back,” Nick answered, taking some steps closer to you to affectionately wrap an arm around your neck, “Guess they were mad about our win.” 

Shaking your head in disbelief, “Do you guys need something?” you asked, finally.

“Nah, Marcus is our designated driver. He’s waiting for us outside.” Adam exclaimed as he began to walk towards the door, “That one just kept whining ‘bout wanting to see you. He got insufferable.”

You tried to hide your reaction, although you knew they would’ve never remembered it the morning after. After all, Nicholas had just fallen asleep on your shoulder. “Hey, big guy!” You giggled, shrugging your shoulder to wake him up. 

“Five more minutes, mom!” He cried, nuzzling his head further into you.

“Please call me or text me when you idiots get home.” You pleaded Adam as he attempted at getting Nick off of you. 

“Yes, ma’am.” 

Once idiot number one and number two had left your apartment, you went to check on idiot number three. 

Picking a water bottle on your way, you walked to the couch and sat next to JJ, who immediately relaxed against you. “What did you do, stupid?”

“Mmh, missed you.” He mumbled as he pressed his face to your poorly covered thigh. 

You couldn’t help but smile at his antics, running your fingers through his hair as he hummed at the wonderful feeling. Finally, you decided to get up, making JJ whine at the loss of contact, at which you grabbed his arm and attempted at forcing him to sit up. “C’mon, let me help you, Jay.” You whispered before you went to kneel on the couch between his legs in order to carefully analyze the damage that had been done to him. Forcing the water bottle to his lips, you made him drink the beverage, hoping that it would’ve helped with his impending hangover. 

“You’re so pretty.” He slurred as he looked up at you through unfairly long eyelashes and tired eyes. 

You chuckled at his words – he had to be a flirt even when he was in those conditions. Your fingers pushed his hair back, scrutinizing every inch of his face, before you sighed at the cuts that were littering his perfect features. “Why did you have to get in a fight with that guy, mh? Did you have to prove that you had more testosterone than him or something?”

He tilted his head to the side, his signature crooked grin staring at you as he rasped, “You’re hot when you’re mad.” 

“Shut up, Maybank.” You playfully rolled your eyes at him because, although drunk, you knew he meant it. Mindlessly kissing the corner of his mouth, you whispered, “I’ll go get some stuff to clean these cuts.”

“Don’t go.” He pleaded, wrapping his arms around your figure and pushing his head in your chest. 

Biting the inside of your cheek as you found a way to stop your chest from fluttering at his every action, you attempted at getting out of his grasp. “I’ll be back in two seconds, Jay.” And while you quickly walked towards your room, you could hear JJ saying, “I love when you call me that.”

You were praying he wasn’t going to remember this night the morning after; praying that he wouldn’t remember the way you softly cupped his jaw as you turned his head to work on his wounds, or the way you would gently swab the dried blood, cleaning the tiny cuts and protecting them with small Band-Aids – or your delicate touch, as you pushed his sweaty hair back and placed light kisses on the bandaged areas. 

Damn JJ Maybank and his adorable face. 

For the first time since meeting the blond man, you fell asleep with him, on your bed, your clothes still covering your bodies as he lied on top of you – and what terrified you the most was that you had never felt more comfortable. 

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“Is this what you two wild cats do on a friday night?” Nick asked you and JJ as he came down the stairs all dressed up. A playful smirk was displayed on his lips while he walked past the two of you.

It had been a week since JJ’s suspension and you had spent most of those days with him, hanging around at his shared apartment. It wasn’t like he was spending his free time sulking and being miserable, though – and you knew it better than anyone else because all of this time that he didn’t know what to do with had been replaced by you. It seemed that JJ had become insatiable, his hands always finding their way to your body whenever he had a chance, and you had no complaints about it. 

That evening was only one of the many that you had decided to spend with him.

“It’s game night.” JJ shrugged, barely giving his roommate any attention. He rolled the dices in his hands and moved his little metal token according to the numbers on the dices.

“Where you going?” You inquired, noticing his attire.

“I have a date.” Nick affirmed, “So, while you two play monopoly, I’m gonna have sex tonight.”

You couldn’t help but notice the smile that JJ was hiding as he counted the fake money on the floor where you were sitting on. “Yeah, sucks not being you.”

“You sure you don’t want me to take you out, Y/n? I’d definitely dump this girl for you.” Nick winked and you rolled your eyes at his behavior.

“She’s not interested, Young. Leave her alone.”

“I mean,” you interrupted, causing the two men to look at you, “It’s a tempting offer.”

JJ lifted one eyebrow at you and he hated how much his stomach twisted at the thought of you going out with another man, even as a joke. “One that you’re not going to accept.”

“And why not, Maybank?” You challenged him. A staring contest between the two of you began, the game that was separating you long forgotten. Blue eyes bore into yours, an intensity that you weren’t sure you were able to mirror. “Nick, get out.” Was all JJ said, the tone in his voice low and threatening as his gaze never left yours.

“But I don’t have to pick up my date for another half an hour —“

“Get. Out.”

“You were supposed to calm him down, Y/n, not make him even more unhinged.” Nick grumbled as he left the apartment.

As soon as the door closed, JJ all but pounced on you, tossing the game somewhere in the room and forcing a loud giggle out of you.

“If you wanted me to fuck you, you could’ve just asked.” He mumbled against your skin as he left a trail of kisses from your cheek down your neck.

“It’s more fun this way.” You chuckled, although it didn’t last long for it was cut off by an unexpected moan. JJ’s hands grabbed your behind, lifting it from the ground and pressing his hips into yours.

“Can’t you feel what you do to me, baby? Mh?” You could tell he was hard, the grey sweatpants he was wearing were doing nothing to hide that anyway. “Driving me fuckin’ crazy.” His quick hands slipped your shirt off, followed by your jeans, never leaving the floor you were lying on.

“Here?” You asked when you realized that he had no intention of bringing you upstairs.

JJ was already kissing down your stomach, one hand playing with your covered breast, when his hold on your thigh tightened. “Need to eat you out right here, right now.”

Putting your own weight on your elbows to look down at him, you watched him as he positioned himself between your legs. “What if someone walks in?”

Maintaining eye contact, he began pressing his lips against your clothed heat, causing you to throw your head back. Your heavy breathing was all he needed to rip your underwear off. “Does it look like I care?” And that was when he licked a long stripe between your pussy lips, which was accompanied by the loud sound that escaped your mouth. JJ buried his head between your thighs, moaning at the taste of your arousal and the delicious sounds that you were making. He licked and sucked as if he had been a starving man, and perhaps when it came to you, he really was. Starving, because he always craved you, in every single possible way.

Your fingers threaded through his long locks, tugging on it from time to time and keeping his head in place — as if he could’ve gone anywhere else. JJ swore he could’ve gotten drunk on the way you moaned out his name, and he knew he was never going to get sober.

“Fuck — Feels so good.” You mewled on top of him before you began to massage your own nipple, trying to get some more friction.

“You taste like fuckin heaven.” JJ growled against you, the vibrations only adding to your pleasure. Inserting one finger inside you, he slightly lifted his head, “This pussy’s all mine, ‘m I right baby girl?” You furiously nodded at his words, barely even acknowledging what you were agreeing to, as if your body had a mind of its own and already knew the truth. As he thrusted another finger in your soaking cunt, he inquired again, “Need words. Tell me this pussy is all mine.” He went back to sucking your clit into his mouth, making you see stars.

“It’s all yours.” You gasped as you arched your back, “Fuck, J, I need you.”

“‘M right here, baby.” His fingers sped up inside you, angling them just right — perfectly. “Lemme take care of you.”

“Need your cock.”

JJ groaned at your words. “Jesus, baby. You can’t go saying stuff like that.” He chuckled at the way your hips worked with the movement of his fingers, eagerly trying to chase that blissful feeling. “Cum all over my fingers and I’ll give you what you want.”

And as if his words had been hypnotizing, something in you snapped, causing you to let go and your walls to contract around his fingers. Curses of his name left your lips and JJ wanted you to do that for the rest of your life — moaning only his name. “That’s it. That’s my girl.” He watched you as you took deep breaths, your chest heaving up and down, and as his mouth ached to touch yours, he listened to his own instincts and connected his lips with yours, catching them in a hungry kiss. His palms grabbed your naked skin with need, wrapping his fingers around your thighs and forcing them on his hips. Finally, he lifted you off the ground, a squeal leaving your mouth at the action.

“Need to fuck you properly, right baby?” He cockily said on your lips. The weak feeling in your limbs led you to just hum at his words and press your mouth to his again. Meanwhile, JJ gathered your clothes, for he didn’t wish for any of his roommates to find your underwear lying around, and carried you inside his room upstairs, wanting nothing but to spend the rest of his evening tangled in the sheets with you.

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“Just admit you like him! At least a little bit.” Elle exasperatedly exclaimed, following you around the house as you finished getting ready for your night out. 

JJ and his teammates had decided to spend an evening with some friends, you and Elle included, to cheer up their captain before the end of his suspension, seen it had been almost two weeks since. During that time, you and JJ had been inseparable, always hanging out and finding yourselves naked more often than not.

Your best friend had noticed this new behavior, and she knew you all too well not to have realized that there was something in your eyes that sparkled each time he was brought up in a conversation, as if the name itself brought joy to you – which you were attempting at denying in that very moment. 

“I like him as a friend.” You groaned, placing your earrings in your pierced ears as you looked at yourself in the mirror. It was going to be a simple hang out, and yet you couldn’t help but want to dress up and feel beautiful – something that had been so easy to do for a while.

She scoffed. “A friend that treats you like a girlfriend and that you basically fuck every day? Damn, that’s a good friend.” 

Rolling your eyes at her, you turned around, annoyance clear on your features. “I told him I couldn’t give him a relationship from the beginning, and he agreed to do this on my terms. Which means we’re just friends.” 

As you walked past her and towards the living room to put your shoes on, she continued. “You can’t stop him from falling in love, you know that, right?” And while you tried to swallow the lump in your throat, she sat next to you to add, “And you really want me to believe that you would be okay if he decided to start hanging out with another woman? If he decided to stay friends but put a stop to…this because he wants to ask some woman out and actually date?” 

You stared at her for a second, your mouth probably slightly agape as your hands had stopped midair for you had only grabbed the second shoe before those words had left her mouth. It should’ve been an easy answer: yes; yes you would’ve been okay with that because he wasn’t yours, and if he wanted to date someone, who were you to stop him? 

Then why was there a tight, constricting sensation in your chest at the mere thought of him treating another woman the way he treated you? Lucky for you, you didn’t have time to answer to her insistent questioning, nor to yourself, because the doorbell preceded you. 

“That’s gotta be him.” You announced softly before you raised from the couch and quickly reached the front door.

And there he was, handsome as always, and an adoring smile on his lips. “Hey, beautiful.” He whispered as he leaned closer to leave a gentle kiss on your cheek, his arm sneaking around your waist as he did so. 

“Hi.” Sheepishly you answered, relaxing against his embrace.

The rest of the night had seemed to flow smoothly, just friends having dinner and some laughs, taking everyone’s minds off the elephant in the room – that was JJ’s suspension. JJ’s hand rested comfortably on your bare thigh, rubbing the soft skin with his thumb, mindlessly, as if touching you had been the most natural thing in the world to him. His eyes were bright when he turned to you, amused by your tipsy grin, which had forced him to hold himself back from kissing it. 

From time to time, you would hide your face in his neck, giggling at the ticklish effect he’d had on you or at the dirty jokes he would whisper in your ear when no one was looking. It was so easy to feel lighter when he was around, to have absolutely no worry in the world – that is what makes a great friendship, right? 

And then, just when you thought the night had been a success in cheering JJ up and taking his mind off things, you saw him. With the corner of your eye, you noticed him entering the bar, his friends laughing with him, and you prayed that neither him or JJ was going to see each other. However, that was too late. You felt the blond man tensing up all of a sudden, his hand tightening on your thigh, and a fire in his eyes, that you mistakenly took for anger, began to arise. 

“Jay,” you whispered as you forced him to focus on you rather than the man that had led him to his suspension, “Look at me. Just ignore him, please?”

When his eyes landed on yours, he could feel the anger dissipates, as another kind of fire had been ignited by the way you were pleading him with your gaze. He nodded once, giving all of his attention to the feeling of your hand on his bare bicep and the warmth of your skin beneath his fingertips.

“What the hell is he doing here?”

You shrugged, not caring one bit about the guy. “Maybe they were in the neighborhood, I don’t know. Don’t give him attention, that’s what he wants —“

“I think that’s a bit late for that.”

“What?” You asked, confused at his words as you turned in order to look in the direction of the captain of the Redwood team. “Shit.” You mumbled once you realized that he was walking towards your table.

JJ hated this. He hated how much power a jerk like him had over him. He hated that he was coming over during a chill evening with his friends. He hated that he was already looking at you as if you had been his prey.

But most of all, JJ absolutely loathed that this man could get under his skin only by mentioning you. He had always been a passionate man, perhaps the fact that he had never had anything nor anyone to call his growing up played an important factor, however, it was so much different with you. His affection for you grew with each passing day, and so did his jealousy and possessiveness over you. None of those things should have, but he had no idea how to stop them.

“Well, what do we have here?” Were the first words Alec exclaimed when he approached you and your friends. “Are you all having a reunion with your ex captain?” The two men that were with him laughed at his words, and you were sure they were also on the Redwood team.

“Listen, man, we don’t want any trouble, so —“ Nick began, hoping that Alec would have gotten the message, but he was interrupted by him.

“C’mon,” he snickered, “we’re just having fun, right?” Then, his eyes landed on you, on the closeness between you and JJ, and you weren’t sure what was about to happen until he placed his hands on the wooden table in front of you and leaned towards you. “You still with him, doll face? You know you could do much better.” He winked at you, causing bile to rise up your throat.

“You should leave.” JJ all but growled as his hold on you got tighter, and you truly didn’t know what was going on between them. His hands closed into fists while the hard stare he was giving the man in front of you was the definition of ‘if looks could kill’.

He raised his hands in the air in defense, “I’m just playing, man.” He started backing up, signaling that he was finally putting some distance, “I’m leaving, alright? No hard feelings?” He didn’t give enough time to make up an answer before he turned around while the rest of the table went back into their previous conversation. Then, looking behind his shoulder, he added, “Bye, doll face.”

You felt JJ attempting to get up from his seat and you immediately stopped him by placing a hand on his thigh. He turned his head to you, an unfamiliar storm in his eyes had replaced his usual sweet stare and you wished to have had the ability to read minds in that moment.

“Why are you acting like a guard dog?” You whispered so that no one could’ve overheard your conversation.

Avoiding eye contact with you, he grumbled under his breath, “‘M not acting like anything.”

You searched for his gaze, almost wordlessly pleading for him to look at you. All that you wanted was to go back to normal and aiding him in his attempt at forgetting everything that happened at the last game. “Right. So just good old healthy competition, huh?” You joked, hopefully lighting the mood.

He sighed and finally gave you the satisfaction of his gaze, now soft and attentive again. “I just hate that guy, alright? He’s a dick.”

You placed your hand on his exposed forearm, comforting him as you brought all his attention on you and only you. “Yes, he is. So don’t let him get under your skin, okay?” He nodded at your words, a hint of anger still lingering in his ocean eyes. Raising your head in order to be closer to his ear, you lowered your voice teasingly, “Although I have to admit…jealousy looks cute on you.”

Raising one eyebrow, he cockily murmured, “Is cute really the word you want to use to describe me? I would prefer sex god.”

The smirk that was playing on his lips was tempting you to kiss him right there and then, but thank God you still had some self control.

“Oh really? I’m not sure that fits the description.” You added with a tone of faux innocence as you had to bite down on your bottom lip to stop yourself from laughing in his face.

JJ’s eyes bore into yours; a glint of challenge swam in his ocean, and you were both excited and intrigued by it. He slowly licked his lips, his usual mischievous smile hidden by his hurt ego and lust.

“Time to say goodbye to our friends, baby girl.” He finally rasped before he bent his head to whisper in your ear, “I have a point to prove to you.”

And let’s just say that he proved his point that night — many times.

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"Here are your tortured poets. All from Mahmoud Darwish to Dr. Refat Alareer to Khaled Juma, these are tortured poets. Tortured by longing for a home they can never return to, tortured by the world they were born to for BEING BORN. Palestine, home to the tortured poets department." [@/folkoftheshelf on X. April 20th, 2024.]

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surprise, fellow kids. I bet you thought you’d seen the last of highpope

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Pretty Boy™ is one of the best genders of all time.

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queer on queer violence in media is so fucking funny to me. like caleb from jatp really saw alex simping too hard for willie and was like ‘look at this miserable little twink. how embarrassing. im gonna make his life hell’

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i literally can’t stop thinking abt that richard siken quote where he falls to the floor crying but all he can focus on is the details of the wall in front of him

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i got my isbn today for the book. 8 months to go. my mom and i were talking about what the next steps are. i was eating trail mix, standing on one foot, phone tucked into my ear.

"yeah," i said. "the problem is that tumblr as a market is like, not something that can be studied." there's this weird wave of nostalgia and affection for this place that came up over me: how lovely we avoid consumerism. okay, it sucks as a creator. but also? keep stickin' it to 'em.

my mother made the sound at the back of her throat that i also make, the one that means i've got an idea. "you should figure out some kind of reward for presale amounts. maybe you give out poems or a mug or a signed book or something. would your followers like that?" my mother is sweet, and kind, and i have no idea how to explain on this website you can buy someone crabs.

i put more m&ms down the hatch. i had to speak through peanuts and almonds. "if it passes 25 thousand i will print the book out in its entirety and eat it live on camera."

"oh god. no, you don't have to do that." she was anguished. "just tell them that you'd love them to read it, and that they've inspired you to write. you got started on that site, and they helped you keep going. raquel, you love these people. the community? you talk all the time about the other writers and artists and whatever else. tell them that you're hoping for their support, they'll come through."

"no," i assured her. i discovered i had dropped an m&m, but an ant had already found it, so it belonged to him now. i will let his little life have a surprise blue treasure in it, too. "i'm gonna fuckin' eat the book."

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summary: JJ’s had a bad day at work and you’re always here to help

authors note: basically pure fluff

word count: 167

You were lying in bed, aimlessly scrolling through social media when your boyfriend, JJ walked in, an irritated look on his face.

You sit up slightly, “Hey j, how was work?”

he says nothing, throwing off his work boots, scrambling toward you, and throwing himself on your body.

you make a surprised noise at the added weight as he buries his face into your warm neck, inhaling the scent of your vanilla perfume.

you sigh, tangling your fingers into the end of his hair, “bad day?”

He responds with a muffled ‘yeah’.

He then begins to place kisses all along your neck, jaw, and collarbone.

“jj..” you chuckle.

“Sorry darlin’ I just missed ya.” He nuzzles his face back into your neck.

You hum, “work that bad?”

“Some asshole kook gave me a hard time.” He mumbles.

You put your hand under his shirt, tracing shapes over his back.

He sighs, content with a smile on his face.

“Wanna have sex?”

“Don't push your luck, JJ.”

Banner creds to @artemiies!!

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Hi I want to write again, please send me ideas!! I obviously write for OBX but I do write for other characters - you can check my bio for the list.

Anyway I am officially open for requests :))

#obx #outer banks #jj maybank #obx fic #outerbanks #pope heyward #rafe cameron #john b #kiara carrera #peter parker #the summer i turned pretty #conrad fisher #spiderman #etc #jordan rambles

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I want you carnally and intensely but its okay dude its no big deal

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forever rooting for sensitive girls!!!!!! you have big hearts and a poet’s soul i love you

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ISO: a blond hockey boy who will do whatever I want

#is that too much to ask #jordan rambles

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SAFETY NET — ch. 2

a/n: do i like this? not really, but the interesting stuff is coming in the next parts👀 NOT PROOFREAD (i’m tired and i want to go to sleep. i’ll proofread it tomorrow morning, sorry🧍🏼‍♀️)

warning: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, 18+, smut (oral, unprotected shower sex oops🫣) absolute filth, this part has basically no plot

word count: 2.5k

pairing: ice hockey player!jj x college student!reader

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The crowd applauded and whistled as Nicholas Young shot the winning goal — the second for the team this season. You joined everyone else’s enthusiasm, yelling and hugging your friend next to you.

“I can’t believe we won!” Elle exclaimed, clapping in excitement while you did the same.

Finally, your eyes landed on the team captain as he skated towards his teammates to celebrate, taking his helmet off and showing off his smile and glimmering eyes. When he was close enough to the glass wall that divided the rink from the benches, he nodded at you and sent you a wink, a clear smirk on his lips that you mirrored. It was hard to keep your laughters in when the girls around you giggled and whispered about how hot JJ Maybank was, as they attempted at understanding who he was sending signals to.

It was exciting — you had began to understand that everything with JJ was exciting — exhilarating. Oh, how much you had missed having fun. Real fun, not having-sex-with-strangers fun, but going out with a guy whose hands were too greedy not to be permanently on your body, meeting new people and getting to know them, even attending sports games that you knew little to nothing about was entertaining, and, of course, the biggest bonus was the mind-blowing sex.

It had been roughly a week since you and JJ had decided to have casual sex and become friends and you were loving every second of it. He wasn’t a shy guy and he sure as hell knew how to make someone blush with just a few words. You weren’t sure how he had managed to lead you underneath his sheets everyday for the past week, but you weren’t complaining about it at all. Hell, you were highly encouraging it. JJ was a passionate guy, to say the least, and it had taken him little to no time to get to know every inch of your body like the back of his hand. That made you think about how much of a good idea being friends with benefits with him was — it was just nasty, hot sex.

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Everyone was celebrating the victory; the bar was packed full, between friends and girls that were attending only to flirt with the whole team, other than the team themselves, one could barely walk through that amount of people. Of course, that wasn’t a problem for you in that moment, because you were locked inside a random closet (perhaps a storage?) as you let JJ eat you out as if it had been his last meal.

He was kneeling in front of you, one strong arm holding your thigh on his shoulder, while his other hand played with your entrance, making your legs shake from the pleasure. Your teeth sinked into your bottom lip, silencing the loud sounds that were threatening to come out as your fingers gripped his long locks, attempting at grounding yourself.

As soon as you had reached JJ after the game, he had whispered into your ear about how much he was aching to taste you, to have you, but nothing could’ve prepared you for the way this man ate pussy. Grunting and groaning against you, he never let up, allowing his tongue to enter the tight hole while his nose bumped oh-so deliciously your clit.

“Taste so fuckin’ good, baby,” he moaned before his lips wrapped around your small bundle of nerves and two of his fingers entered you, causing you to almost lose your balance as incomprehensible sounds escaped from your mouth. “Careful, you don’t want everyone to know how good I’m treating you right now, do ya?” He smirked, his fingers never halting their movement while his mouth pressed against your naked skin, kissing the inside of your thigh. “Or maybe you want that, mh? Want everyone to know how many times I can make you come on my tongue, baby? How I can make you scream just with my mouth?”

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head from the unbearable pleasure that was cursing through your whole body. “JJ, please!” Was all you managed to moan out, loud and filthy, which went straight to his hard cock. Once you finally, and almost unexpectedly, released in his mouth, he kept lapping up at your juices, absolutely drunk on the way your body shook in his hands. Finally, he got up and kissed your lips, making you taste yourself on his tongue, at which you moaned once again.

“I think everyone is probably looking for you,” you whispered, still breathing heavily as a lazy smile adorned your features.

Licking his lips and looking down at your still half naked body, he clicked his tongue. “Is Elle home?” He ignored your words completely.

You lifted an eyebrow at him, “Uhm, no. I think she’s staying here at the party. Why?”

“Because we’re going to your apartment and I intend to fuck you until you can’t take it anymore,” he squeezed your thigh that he was holding against his hip, “Does that sound good to you?”

You chuckled a little, nodding, “What about the party?”

“Oh baby, what I want to do with you is much more fun.”

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Although studying had always been your priority, spending time with JJ was too tempting to not think about it every second of every day. You had called each other even late at night, when you couldn’t sleep and all you could think about was his hands on your body. You felt like a teenager who had just found out what sex was, always wanting to get undressed as soon as his eyes landed on you.

One day, you were scrolling on your phone, bored out of your mind, as an idea popped inside your head. Grabbing your stuff, you ran to your car and began driving towards his shared apartment. You were aware that he wasn’t home just yet, for most of his time was spent practicing, but he was supposed to come back soon, which gave you enough time to plan your surprise.

Rushing inside the guys’ apartment, you giggled to yourself thinking about JJ’s reaction. “Hi, boys!” You quickly greeted the three men as your feet took you up the stairs.

“He’s not here yet!” Adam warned you, although his words were muffled by the cereal that he was eating right outside the carton box.

“I know. It’s a surprise.”

“When am I going to get one of those from you?” Nicholas interrupted, a playful grin on his lips.

“Keep dreaming, hun!” You laughed as you closed JJ’s bedroom door behind you.

Shimming out of your clothes, you laid them outside the door of his bathroom, lacy panties and bra hanging on the handle of it just to make sure that he got the point. Finally, you turned on the hot water of the shower and decided to get under it for you knew it would’ve been a matter of seconds before he would’ve come bursting through the door.

In the meantime, JJ had had the worst day. His training had been hell and Coach Benson had been breathing down his neck, all of the responsibilities and fate of his team downing on JJ’s shoulders. Barely acknowledging the existence of his roommates and teammates, he made a beeline for his room as soon as he had walked through the door.

“Woah! Tough day?” Marcus asked when he saw the team’s captain stomping up the stairs.

“Don’t really wanna talk ‘bout it.” He grumbled, but he didn’t miss the shared smirks between his friends. “What you smiling about?”

“Nothing,” Adam snickered, “Just think your day could still…pick up.”

With a confused expression, JJ only cursed under his breath and decided to ignore them, not really in the mood of listening to the idiocies of those three. The sound of running water caught his attention as he entered his room, his eyebrows knitting together. However, as his eyes caught the sight of your clothes on the floor and your underwear on the door handle, a funny feeling in his chest took over the anxiety and stress. He walked inside the bathroom and all but groaned in pleasure at the sight of your naked body only covered by the glass screen of the shower.

“Hey,” you grinned as you peeked your head to look at him, “Wanna join me?”

Plastering a cheesy smile, “God, I love this friends with benefits thing,” he sighed, already ripping his clothes off of himself. His sweat-glistening muscles made your mouth water and you were close to moaning when you saw him getting nearer and stepping inside the shower in all of his nakedness. In the blink of an eye, you found yourself pressed to the shower wall, JJ towering over you as his arms caged you in. His hungry lips didn’t waste a second before they caught yours in a breathtaking kiss. You couldn’t help but giggle against his lips at his eagerness, at which he responded by leaving a trail of kisses down your neck. Your fingers ran through his hair, another hand holding his bare waist, while you enjoyed the feeling of his own hands holding your body. The sound of your breathy moans made him move his hands down your body, groping you in the most delicious way.

“Fuck, JJ,” you moaned as you threw your head back. His skilled hands made your head spin every time and you were getting so used to the feeling.

“Been thinkin’ ‘bout you all day.” He grunted against your naked skin, before grabbing your thighs in his hands and forcing you to jump until your legs were wrapped around his middle. “Want me to fuck you, baby?” JJ whispered, although the head of his cock was already lightly teasing your clit.

You looked at each other, giddy smiles on both your faces as you let out a breathless, “Yeah.”

Finally, he gave you what you were both craving for, satisfied moans vibrating through the thin walls of the room. He didn’t waste any time, moving his hips hard into yours, and getting rewarded by the loud sounds of pleasure that escaped from your swollen lips. When your own hand flew to your mouth in order to muffle your sounds, JJ was quick to remove it, swiftly grabbing both of your hands in one of his above your head, now holding your whole body with just one arm.

Chuckling in ecstasy, you looked at him with lustful eyes. “JJ, they’re all downstairs! They’re gonna hear me.”

Oh, but he didn’t care at all. His lips went back to biting and nipping at your sweet spot. “Mh,” he hummed, “Just wouldn’t want them to get the wrong idea.”

“This would be the wrong idea!” You giggled.

He trapped your earlobe between his teeth, the precise movements of his hips never faltering as he made your legs feel like jelly. “No, baby. The wrong idea would be them thinking that they could get their hands on you,” he rasped in your ear before giving you a hard thrust, “You’re mine.”

The brutal and yet perfect thrusts that followed his words caused you to moan loudly, “Yes, captain.” And that was when he lost all of his inhibitions. He let go of your hands and began fucking into you as if it had been a life or death situation, giving you all he had while grunting and moaning in your neck. You didn’t know how much of the sounds was comprehensible from downstairs but you were sure of one thing: it was impossible not to hear what JJ was doing to you, and if you had to be honest, it made your insides warmer and your body tingle knowing that they were all aware of your unholy activities. But what you loved about sex with JJ the most was how fun it was. You had almost forgotten that sex was supposed to be that, fun and satisfying, not just something you do to make your boyfriend shut up. The bathroom was filled with laughters and chuckles, along with sounds of pleasure, and you had missed feeling so free and yet intimate with a man.

As you both lied on his bed later, you rested on your side and looked down at him. With one hand you lifted the weight of your head and with the other you played with his hair, comforting him, and you slowly brought it down to his naked chest from time to time, loving the feeling of his bare skin beneath your touch.

“You’re stressed,” you whispered, brushing his hair out of his face and earning a hum from him. “What’s going on?”

He grabbed your wrist and placed a gentle kiss on it. “Nothing worth worrying about, pretty girl.”

You could tell every muscle in his body relaxed with the smallest touch from you, which was why you caressed his chest, scratching down his stomach and then up again. He all but moaned at the feeling, turning into putty in your hands. “Tell me what it is. It might help you talking about it.”

With a sigh, he reopened his eyes and gazed up at you, almost unsure that the sight before him was real. How could you have been real, anyway? “Just thinking about the new season. Coach Benson has been giving me hell and…recruitment season is starting.”

Your hand never stopped its movements, bringing comfort to the man underneath you. “Recruitment for an actual team? I mean, outside college?”

“Yeah,” he breathed, “I’ve been thinking about it if I have to be honest. I don’t want to be too far from home, though.”

You nodded, acknowledging his words. “You’re amazing, Jay. I’m not an expert or anything, but I do know that you’re the best captain that the team has had in years. Anyone can see that. Even if the recruitment season doesn’t end up the way you want, which I highly doubt, I know you would still do great.”

“Jay?” He smirked, echoing the nickname that you had just used for him.

“Huh?”

“Is that what you’re calling me now?”

Your body heated up in embarrassment and you tried to hide it by rolling your eyes at him and avoiding eye contact. “Shut up.”

JJ smiled genuinely and placed your hand on his chest, keeping it there as he stared up at you, nothing but appreciation swimming in his eyes. Putting his palm against your neck, he brought your head down and connected your lips together. The kiss was soft and sweet, gentle even, completely in contrast to the way you usually found yourselves in, but you didn’t mind. In one swift motion, he rolled the two of you over, hovering above you as he never left your mouth. “You’re something else, Y/n Y/l/n.”

You softly smiled up at him, JJ’s heart missing a beat at the sight. That’s weird, he thought.

And as his stomach flipped at the sensation of your fingers lightly scratching his head, he believed that had been even worse than weird.

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This is like far in the future but maybe they get into a fight over something stupid like dishes or JJ gets jealous cuz she's going on yet another date and he's just so fed up. He'd just be like "fuck it" and kisses her which possibly leads to more 👀 or just a confession. Then they'd just be a couple who's alr living together

STAHHHHHP IM SO IN LOVE (also yes im definitely going to post a fic about this bc now i’m obsessed THIS IS YOUR FAULT!!!!)

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Stepping outside your room and walking inside the kitchen, you notice the dirty dishes in the sink, the same ones that you’ve asked your roommate, JJ, to clean hours ago. You swear that you can feel your blood rushing to your head as your feet lead you towards the couch where he’s sprawled on.

You place your hands on your hips, covered by the soft material of the tiny sundress that you’ve decided to wear today for yet another first date. “One thing. That’s all I asked from you, JJ. Just one, tiny thing!” You exasperatedly exclaim, bringing his attention away from the TV and to your standing figure.

He surely didn’t expect to see you dressed up like that. He sits still as he tries to keep his composure and not completely lose it at the sight of you. “JJ! Are you listening? Jesus! We’re roommates, I can’t do all of the chores for you. This is your turn to clean them!”

“Where are you going?” Is all that comes out of his mouth, deep and raw voice catching you by surprise.

“W-What? That has nothing to do with this.”

He raises from his sit and takes a step closer, and you swear he looks angry. What is he angry at? You’re the one who should be furious. “Are you going out with someone?” He completely ignores your words.

You shrug, feigning nonchalance, “Just this guy who asked me out on a date.” You notice how his eyes roam up and down your body, igniting a fire with ocean blue eyes, “Don’t change the subject!”

Towering over you, he all but growls, “I’ll do the fucking dishes. Now tell me who this guy is.”

You roll your eyes at him. This is what happens with JJ every single time. He acts jealous and then does nothing about it. You’re tired about this back and forth, it seems like it’s always one step forward and three steps back with him. Groaning in exhaustion, you shake your head, “God, JJ! You can’t do this every time I go on a date. This is none of your business and you have to make your peace with it. You live your life and I live mine, so stop —“

And as you keep talking and raising your voice, JJ can’t help but stare at you, admire how beautiful and hot you look when you’re mad at him, the way your lips move and your chest raises up and down in anger, and he knows he just won’t be able to resist you. “Fuck it,” he whispers, interrupting your speech, before he connects his lips with yours. One arm circles your waist, holding you flush against him, while his other hand is placed on the side of your neck.

You know you were mad at him, but in this moment, you can’t remember about what, because all you can feel is him and his feelings being poured into one long, passionate kiss.

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JJ in his red cut off shirt and reader being feral for him 🥵🥵

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There were two things about JJ that made your core tighten when you saw them, his cut-off tanks that showed his sun kissed skin and muscled arms, and his motorcycle. On other guys, neither of these things had an effect on you, but watching JJ straddling his motorcycle and speeding to your house had a special effect on you. Mayhaps it was the slight bad boy vibe the motorcycle gave off, or simply because he looked fucking hot when ridding it.

You were finishing getting ready for a boat day with your friends, brushing your hair one last time and packing the last things in your bag when you heard the familiar clicking roar of a motorcycle outside. Butterflies erupted in your stomach and you grabbed your bag, rushing down the stairs to meet him.

You got outside on your porch and you held back a mewl, seeing JJ in a red cut-off tank.

‘’Your chauffeur is here, milady,’’ he said, still on his motorcycle, waiting for you to get on.

The sight made you want to grab him by the collar and smash your lips together.

So you did.

His hand gravitated to the small of your back as you deepened the kiss, engaging in a short make out session in your driveway. That was more than a regular greeting kiss, but JJ was not complaining. He’ll take everything you give him.

‘’What was that for?’’ he asked when you broke the kiss, a little stunned and out of breath.

You ran your hands down his shoulders and followed the muscles of his arms. ‘’I just missed you.’’

JJ arched an eyebrow. ‘’You just missed me, uh?’’ His tone was teasing, knowing there was something you were hiding from him.

You hummed, dropping your head against his chest to hide any signs that could betray your lie and pressed a kiss over his shirt. He smelled like cheap deodorant — probably stolen from a store — and tasted like the sun.

‘’Okay, this is nice, but if we don’t go soon, they’re gonna leave without us.’’ JJ’s hands circled around you, doing the exact opposite.

‘’What if…we ditched the boat day?’’ you suggested, looking up at him. ‘’I don’t feel like going anymore.’’ You stared him down with hungry eyes, fingers digging into the muscles of his arms.

In your fantasy, you would get on the bike and have him fuck you there, but in real life you had neighbors.

‘’No?’’

‘’No.’’

JJ’s eyes trained on you, stopping at the unbuttoned part of your shirt where your bikini top was peaking out. ‘’Got anything else in mind? Because I really was looking forward to having a boat day. Swimming and drinking beer all day with my girl and our friends, sounds like a perfect summer day. You’re gonna need to be very convincing if you want me to stay.’’

A smirk threatened to curl on your lips, knowing exactly the kind of arguments that would make the boy stay. You took a quick look toward your neighbors, making sure no one was outside or peeping in their window, and unbuttoned a few more buttons of your shirt. You reached for the middle tie of your bikini top, freeing your breasts, making JJ's cock twitch in his shorts as he watched you.

Although it sounded like it, you weren't topless in your driveway. Your dignity was still covered by your shirt, but the person facing you and a front seat view of 'the goods', as JJ called them the last time he was drunk.

‘’Fuck,’’ he moaned lowly, not expecting you to do that. ‘’You know I can’t resist those tits.’’

You giggle softly and JJ quickly dismounted his motorcycle and cut the engine, almost tripping. ‘’It’s your fault for wearing that stupid red cut off,’’ you fired back. 

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last anon inspired but can we get a fluffly little drabble of jj smoking reader out for the first time

this is sooo cute aghhh.

you’ve never smoked a blunt before — not a complete stranger to the herb considering your best friend was seemingly always radiating an aroma of patchouli — but unfamiliar enough that you still asked for help when you finally decided you wanted to try it, timidly walking up to jj and motioning to speak with him ‘in private’.

when the time finally arises, you’d be sitting in the truck. hazy smoke circulating the already crowded air while jj takes routine puffs to ‘get it ready for you’ (read: slobber all over the joint before letting you have it).

when you attempt to take your first puff: you choke, throat constricting around the acrid air as your eyes water from the overpowering stench and smoke.

jj can’t help but laugh, soothingly thumbing your back while he takes another puff and helps your ride it out.

“here, lemme help,” he adjusts himself until his warm frame is pressed into yours, eye-to-eye, and takes an extended drag of the blunt.

before you have time to question what he’s about to attempt, he presses his lips against yours, creating a seal and effectively pushing a cloud of diluted smoke down your throats as he exhales.

choking back a cough, you inhale his ashy breath and absorb the contents of the joint much smoother than you would’ve expected possible.

“better?” he questions.

you hum in approval, body growing warm due to your susceptible tolerance.

#I COULD SCREAM THIS IS SO HOT #jj maybank