a friend in need is a friend indeed
request: would you ever write a reader/jj/john b three way? only write what ur comfortable with. i love reading your stuff!!!!
summary: reader, jj, and john b. are drunk. really drunk. handsome teenage boys make for fun parties and willing threesomes.
pairings: jj maybank x reader, john b. x reader
word count: 2.3k
warnings: unprotected sex, protected sex, vaginal sex, male on female oral sex, female on male oral sex, drunk sex
a/n: dont have unprotected sex :( i hope every time you think of having unprotected sex, you picture your own conception. i’d also like for people to know i write outer banks, marvel, star wars, and more! i’m still taking requests, so maybe send in an ask for an idea you’ve had in your head for a while? and we can be friends? okay, big love. later!
The alcohol was overkill. She had to admit.
It’s why she was holed up in some random boy’s kitchen, house party ensuing around her as she macked on JJ.
Her arms fit perfectly around his waist in the bright fluorescent light of the kitchen. Their lips work together, sloppy and inexperienced, but full of nerves and nerve endings that send electricity through their veins.
John B. watches from the doorway.
JJ’s hands move from her waist down to her ass, squeezing for his own pleasure. She smiles into the kiss.
“What’s up, guys?” John B. interrupts. He seemed perturbed more than angry.
She pulls away from JJ, but keeps her arms around his neck.
“I can smell the alcohol on you,” he says, smiling at her. He moves closer to them, the loud music from the living room making it hard to hear. There are people around them too, talking obnoxiously.
“You know what would be great right now?” She says, and John B. squints at her.
“What?” He says, giving in to his curiosity. The beer he’s holding is cold and sweaty in his warm hand.
JJ leans over, her arms still around his neck, to take a sip from a red solo cup.
“Just, like… sex. Good sex.” She complains, and JJ almost chokes.
“You’re crazy.” Says John B., but he’s not entirely sure she’s kidding.
“No, she’s drunk,” argues JJ hypocritically.
“Would you guys fuck me?” she asks, and both of their eyes widen. Before they can say anything, she reveals, “I’d trust you guys to fuck me. You seem like you’d be a nice fuck.”
JJ leans in, and says just loud enough for John B. to hear, “We could always find out?”
She gasps and pulls away from him, laughing loudly, smile wide.
John B. licks his lips and places his beer down on the kitchen counter.
“Not now,” he says, significantly less drunk than the other two.
“Where’s your boyfriend?” JJ asks, and she grabs John B. by the arm, interlocking them.
“Right here,” she sings sweetly, and John B. doesn’t pull away.
“Oh, I’m your boyfriend now? What happened to that other guy?” He questioned, and she blushed into his shoulder.
JJ gives John B. a look.
She smiles sweetly up at him.
“Would you fuck me, John B?” She asks again, and John B. hates that he can feel himself getting a little aroused.
He huffs at her.
“Not here,” he replies, and she whines.
“Aw, John B., don’t be like that.” She pouts dramatically.
“I’ll have JJ do it then,” she says, reaching out for JJ. He sandwiches her between the two and she leans her head back against JJ’s chest. His hands are on her waist again and she feels him move to the music against her. She leans up and kisses John B. on the chin.
“No you won’t,” John B. clarifies, and he pulls her closer to him, so that JJ glares, and moves closer.
“You both are drunk,” he says, only on his second beer. The folding table in the living room has different ‘levels’ of alcohol, each increasing in strength with color. He swore he’s seen JJ with at least three different colored cups in the time they’ve been there. Which hasn’t been long.
“No, no, I’ll…” she starts, but giggles, distractedly.
“I’ll let the both of you… do it.” She states coyly.
“ But you have to do it together,” she smiles, and the boys look at each other.
“No way,” John B. says, bluntly, arms crossed over his chest.
JJ stares at him.
“I just won’t look. It’s not like I haven’t seen your dick before,” he argues, and John B. is not drunk enough for this.
JJ definitely is.
“It’d be really hot, John B.,” she encourages.
“No. I’m not gay.” He says, finally.
“Neither am I, but she’s offering, bro,”
“It’s not gay, if it’s in a three way,” JJ sings horribly and lowly to John B. She giggles at them, and rubs her hand slowly up and down John B.’s arm.
He sighs loudly.
“I’m not touching your dick, JJ, so don’t even think about it,”
“I don’t want to touch your dick!” JJ cries, and people around him glare at the outburst. John B. shushes him.
“Is that a yes?” she asks, and John B.’s shoulders fall as he pinches his nose.
“Yeah. I guess.” He agrees, and she lets out an excited moan that shouldn’t make him so hot and bothered, but it does.
“Yay! Come on, come on,” she encourages, and both boys are following her into some poor soul’s bedroom. It’s definitely the bedroom of a teenage boy, bare and brightly lit by a red neon playboy sign. The full sided bed has a navy blue comforter and there are trophies that line his dresser. The boys look at each other, taking in the room. She makes no effort to remember it, because she’s already unbuttoning her shorts and collapsing on the half-made bed. Her legs lay off the side of the bed, for easy access of course, and she stretches, hands reaching up for the pillows haphazardly thrown at the head of the bed. Her shirt rolls up a little, and she rubs her hands over her skin, playing with the hem of it.
She finds it funny that though he was reluctant, John B is the first one to strip down to his briefs, and she can see his half hard-on. He goes to take himself out, ready to peel her out of her remaining clothes, but she has other ideas.
“No no, not yet.” she says, and she sits up. She grabs John B. by the shoulders, and pushes him down to his knees. He looks unaware of what she wants him to do. She grabs his hair at the scalp, and slowly tugs him between her legs. He gets the hint, and she watches as John B. wiggles off her shorts and underwear.
JJ fumbles with her bra behind her. She watches these clueless boys with a smile.
He ends up just tugging it over her head and tossing it on the floor along with her other clothes.
She feels John B.’s tongue, abrupt and fast and vastly uncomfortable.
“Woah, slow down there, partner,” she says, and with her hand on his head again, she guides him with slow, stroke strokes of his tongue.
“Much better,” she encourages, and she lays back, one hand down by her side, the other rubbing small circles into her clit.
She sticks her tongue out for JJ, and he makes quick work of shimmying out of his shorts. He doesn’t even bother taking off his boxers, his member already throbbing hard and pulsing in his hand. He gives it a couple of strokes before guiding onto her lips.
“Ohhh, aw, fuck,” JJ says, her lips and tongue teasing the tip of his cock as John B. gets to work on her entrance.
He’s down between her legs, just like she showed him, teasing and licking and kissing as she rubs fast circles with her fingers.
He does something to make her moan, and JJ stops to watch.
“Oh, fuck, John B.,” she whines, “d-do that again,”
And he complies, fucking his tongue in and out between her velvet folds, head bobbing rhythmically, fast, as she picks up the pace with her own fingers.
JJ decides he wants in on the fun, and he kneels by her head, tilting her neck up to plant firm kisses there, hard enough to bruise.
She lets out breathy gasps at the attention, and it only encourages the boys further.
John B. grips her hips hard as JJ takes a hand to play with her breasts, nipples peaked and stiff under his heavy touch. Her other hand comes up to cup JJ’s, and he continues his unyielding kisses as she guides him, showing him exactly the amount of pressure she wants. As soon as he’s got it down, he pulls his head away to watch her unravel underneath him. Her head tilts back and she grinds her hips along John B.’s tongue.
There are whimpers from her and wet sounds from John B. and soft panting from JJ as he takes his other hand to rub himself, stroking his cock leisurely.
“Oh my god, this is better than porn,” JJ comments, but both of the others ignore it.
“Right there, John B., right there, fuck,” she curses, and closes her eyes to immerse herself in the moment.
“Just like that, perfect,” she encourages, and John B. licks and plunges his tongue deep, and removes it again to rub circles at her clit, replacing her hand. His tongue is wet and he licks long stripes up and down her length.
“Fuck, oh fuck, just—faster, John B., just like that.”
John B. circles his tongue faster, and it only takes a few moments for her to gasp and buck her hips up, so much so that he has to pressure her hips down to keep her there, toes curling, her legs over his shoulders, trying not to squeeze his head.
She whines and moans, and JJ has to stop touching himself because he feels like he’s going to blow his load right there on the floor.
“Oh, fuck, John B.,” she pants, and John B pulls away, watching her womanhood contract at his touch, wet cum framing where he was about to plunge his cock.
She smiles dopily at the ceiling. He is ragingly hard and almost ready to cum.
“Guess what guys?” She starts, breathy, and they stare at her.
“I brought condoms!” She whispers excitedly, gesturing to her pants on the floor.
Normally, they’d protest, but they’re so horny they’d take any opportunity to cum inside of her.
John B. struggled with her pockets, but, condom in hand, he rips one open, pinches the tip, and rolls it onto his hard cock. It fits, and he admires her.
He rubs his cock over her entrance, playing with the wetness, and she gasps and shudders when he rubs it over her clit.
He smiles arrogantly, and slowly pushes his head in. It doesn’t take much effort, thanks to her orgasm.
He slowly makes his way in, and JJ starts stroking again, standing up to place his cock on her lips. She purses them slightly, and JJ rubs back and forth over them. John B. moans form between her legs.
JJ grabs her chin firmly, and she looks up at him with doe eyes, moaning as she opens her mouth and lazily takes just the tip.
She hollows out her cheeks around him, and he takes in a shaky breath.
John B. pumps fast inside her, pulling out halfway and pushing back into her, holding her hips with a strong grip. She thinks it might bruise, but she doesn’t care.
All of a sudden John B.’s strokes get more erratic, faster and harder than before. His breathing is fast, and she watches him as his eyes close and his head falls back, strong, slow thrusts now.
He cums, hands on her hips, cock buried deep inside her, his groans filling the space between them. His strokes are calculated, milking every single drop from himself before pulling out and collapsing on the bed next to her.
“You’re next, JJ,” John B. jokes, and JJ doesn’t say anything, moving to take his spot.
He pushes into her, and she notices. Every ridge, every vein on his cock she can feel.
JJ’s strokes are slow and deliberate to start, but then he starts to pick up speed, as does his breathing. It’s only a few seconds before he’s close.
He pumps fast and hard, with reckless abandon for a few moments before he pulls out quickly, and jerks his shaft, concentrating on the tip.
He cums all over her stomach and groans loudly right after, coating her chest with his thick white cum. He grabs a fist full of the bedspread as he shudders.
JJ lets his shoulders fall, and he hunches over. He plants kisses to the inside of her knees, and she giggles, pulling them away. He smiles at her.
There’s heavy breathing from all three of them.
“See? That wasn’t so bad,” she comments, and the boys chuckle.
“Yeah John B., nothin’ to be afraid of, man.” JJ pants, running a hand through his hair. He tugs his boxers up over his thighs and tucks his now soft cock back into them, looking around the floor for his shorts.
“Shut the fuck up, JJ,” he says, getting up to find his pants as well.
She lays there, and one of the boys toss her a small pile of her clothes onto the bed.
JJ stares at her once he’s clothed, his seed still on her stomach.
He sighs. He hates this part.
“Go back to the party,” JJ says to John B., “I’ll clean up.”
John B. looks at him suspiciously.
“Really,” JJ assures, gesturing to her slowly more competent state. She stares at the cum on her stomach.
“It’s okay,” she assures, but JJ is there, using some poor soul’s discarded t-shirt as a rag. It doesn’t smell as far as she can tell, and it’s soft.
As soon as he’s done, and throws the t-shirt into a corner of the room.
“Uh, okay. We’re gonna go now,” he says, even though John B. left already.
“Okay.” She agrees. JJ slowly makes his way out of the room.
She sits up and gets dressed, ready to make her way back to the party, when John B. enters the room again.
“Where’s JJ?” He questions, making his way over to her swiftly.
“He went back to the party. I thought—” she starts, but John B.’s mouth is on hers, salty and sweet, passionate and slow. His hand grabs the back of her neck and pulls her closer, impossibly so, and there’s teeth and even some tongue.
He pulls away.
“That’s for kissing JJ earlier, in front of me,” he clarifies, and she doesn’t tell him he tastes like her.
She smiles as she watches him leave. His shirt was on backwards.
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