#outerbanks preference

[vampiriito]

Summer was my first love (JJ Maybank x shy! kook! reader)

A/N: Hi loves! this is my first fic and i just wanna let you know that I'm open to any criticism, but i want you to be able to nice at the same time. This is inspired by my favorite author on here the lovely @featherandferns, her fic daylight was so good and i read all the parts in less than 2 hours. With that being said the plot is completely different but i recommend checking out her works too because she's very talented! this might be a bit long, i wanted to write a slow-burn. Let me know if i managed to do that (┬┬﹏┬┬)

Summary: After getting locked into a closet with a kook girl, JJ Maybank comes to the realization that his animosity towards the spoilt people living on Figure Eight doesn't have to apply to every single one of them.

"Fuck! Seriously?" JJ Maybank's blue eyes meet yours through the frame of your glasses as he sneers at the door which was now shut. Leaving you both stuck together in this small cramped closet. If you weren't panicked cause of the claustrophobic tendencies of your stupid brain, you definitely were now.

You were alone with your 3rd grade crush, and he had no idea, you were a kook, (which he hated,) and one hell of a wallflower person. You've been watching him from a far since you were 9, and it got a little weirder once you could walk around freely and just... take pictures with your camera as your hobby flourished. You were now, glancing shyly between the door and his face, 'he's probably feeling weird being stuck in here with a complete stranger.' you thought to your self, making sure to stick to your corner of the closet.

"What’s your name?" He demanded, his arms crossing over his chest as he leaned against the wall, his eyes flicking over you, studying you. Of course, he would ask that right away, JJ could be direct and kind of an ass most days. And he felt like if he wasn't gonna ask, you weren't gonna speak up first.

Of course he didn't know your name, he wasn't bordering on creepy stalker most days like you were in your free time. Across these years you managed to gather a lot on JJ surprisingly, being quiet and so reserved got you very far, going almost invisible when you went out. It didn't help you were a shutterbug, always taking pictures and people watching, "Y/n.." you responded softly and weakly, adjusting your glasses.

He raised an eyebrow, studying your face for a moment. That name sounded familiar, he could swear he'd heard it before somewhere, the only question was where.

"You're a kook, huh? I should have known." He grumbles, running a hand through his messy dirty blonde hair. You looked so.... soft, and it somehow made him scoff. He hated your kind more often than not, and here he was, stuck in a closet with one.

You nodded, frowning gently. You were aware of his hate and animosity towards the people living on figure 8, but you weren't exactly the picture perfect image of a snarky preppy kook girl. Or so you liked to think anyway.. He looked even more beautiful up close, more defined than what you usually saw through your camera lenses when photographing him. 'Suddenly i feel like a creep being here..' you thought, playing with the hem of your baggy sweater.

His eyes flicked down to your hands as you fidgeted with your sweater, his lips curling up into a subtle smirk. 'How can someone be so shy?' he thought to himself, wondering why you were so nervous.

"You look like you've never talked to a human before." He comments, letting out a soft scoff, and you flinch gently, your eyes snapping up to meet his. He noticed this and his smirk grew a little wider, enjoying that he was able to fluster you.

That's the most JJ thing he could say to someone like you. "i.. well, i don't talk usually." you face palmed internally at the way your words came out. You had the chance to come off as something you weren't given he didn't know you, and you weren't doing a very good job at it. You could've faked being confident and charm him, yet here you were talking like you never had anything to eat in your life.

He lets out a soft scoff as he watches you stumble over your words. There was something he found so weird about you, you were so… different from everyone he encountered on a daily basis. You were shy, quiet, and awkward, not like the sarcastic and arrogant persona that most kooks had. But, he tried to shake the thoughts away, he didn't need to be thinking about you this way, of all people.

"I can tell.." he responds, his accent ringing through slightly as his smirk turned into a slight frown.

There was an awkward silence that fell over the two of you in the cramped closet, the music that played throughout the party muffled by the thick walls. JJ glanced around for a moment, almost bored before his gaze settled back on you. His blue eyes studying you intently, trying to figure you out. The frown on his face remained, 'Why are you so shy?' he thought to himself, biting his tongue before he continued.

"What are you even doing here anyway? You don't seem like the type to be at a party.."

'Got dragged against my will by my very loud and obnoxious best friend here...' you thought to your self, the thought amusing you but of course not letting that mirror on your expression, "I'm sorry?" 'what? dumbass..' you scolded your self mentally. The question was loud and clear.

He raised an eyebrow as he looked you up and down for a moment, wondering if you always spoke in a quiet and awkward way, or if it was just because you were in a small, dark, and very cramped closet with a stranger.

"You heard me. I doubt you'd normally come to a party like this." He repeated, his frown returning to a small smirk as he pushed off the wall to take a hesitant step towards you.

Again, such a JJ thing to say. Your stomach jumped as he took a small step towards you, suppressing the urge to shift awkwardly. All you needed now was to look more awkward than you already were, you acted and sounded like a pathetic dumbass, in front of your childhood crush nonetheless. "i just ended up here.."

He took a few more steps until he stood a few feet away from you. He was towering over you, his 6’1 height compared to your, what he could only guess, 5.2 or 5.3 height. He had to admit, in some weird way, it was amusing being able to fluster you so easily. That was until he noticed there was nowhere really for you to go. The walls of the small closet caged you in, he was blocking your way out of the closet, unless you tried to push him out of the way.

He was quiet for a moment, just studying you as a small smirk returned to his face.

"There's nowhere for you to go.." he teased, taking another step closer, closing the gap between the two of you even more. He noticed you shiver gently and took note of it.

"Are you usually this weird with strangers?" you found yourself asking, surprising even yourself after the words left your mouth. 'caging me in like this wouldn't create a good first impression... he's just lucky I've been in love with him since i was 9.' you thought.

This time it was his turn to be surprised. He was definitely not expecting you to say something so blunt, you were full of surprises. He chuckled softly, taking another small step forward, effectively caging you against the wall. His smirk grew into a wide smile, his eyes studying you intently as he spoke.

"Only when I get stuck in a small crowded closet with them." He was now only a few inches away from you, his eyes studying your face. He was so close, you could take in some of his scent, which somehow matched perfectly with his personality. A mix of weed and the smell of the ocean and sunscreen. You could also now see little details in his face, like his freckled cheeks, and his jawline that looked hard enough to cut glass.

Being able to smell him was a pleasant feeling as weird as that sounded, his scent matching with the way he was completely. The small freckles scattered over his soft skin made you want to be able to take mental photographs. He looked breathtaking up close, even in the dim light of the closet. Like he was some kind of modern day demigod or some bullshit. You hummed gently, turning your body towards the door to try the door weakly, your hand wrapping around the door handle and shaking it with little to no force to actually get it open.

He chuckled at the sad attempt you made of trying to open the door, "It ain't going to open, believe me, I've already tried that." He said, his voice almost a murmur as he leaned against one of the walls of the closet, watching you struggle with the door. His eyes slowly traveled down from your face, down to your hips and to your beat up vans. Strange, he thought. He'd expect someone of your social status to have more expensive looking threads and shoes. Not like a librarian on vacation.

You side glanced up at him, adjusting your glasses. You felt absolutely wrecked, nerves and claustrophobia tugging at your sensitive stomach, it didn't help this closet was dimly lit and smelled like mold. 'What a great setting to interact in for the first time..' you thought bitterly, leaning your back against the wall opposite him.

He kept his eyes on your hips, letting his gaze rake over your body. He felt a weird and small pang of sympathy for you. You looked so small against the wall, and you looked like you were ready to jump out of your skin any moment now. It was different than when he usually had the unfortunate chance of speaking with a kook kid.

"Are you scared of small spaces or somethin' ?" He asked, his voice softer than usual as he spoke.

You nodded mutely in response, your expression probably resembling that of a deer in front of a truck. Sometimes you forgot JJ's voice carried a southern drawl to it, given he never spoke to you. You would hear him when he'd pass you in the school halls while talking to his friends animatedly or when he'd say something snarky in class to the teacher, his voice never directed towards you.

When you nodded, he mentally groaned. That was his luck. He ended up being stuck in here with a kook that was also terrified of small spaces. He let out a sigh, he would have to try and find a way to calm you down, since he was now stuck in this closet with you until whenever someone decided to let them out.

"How in the hell did you even manage to get yourself into a situation like this..?" He questioned, running a hand through his messy blonde hair.

You were asking yourself that question too, but i guess being so easy to push around wasn't really helping your case here. Truth was you were just a collateral victim of a prank which was meant for JJ, getting pushed into the small closet by mistake or just to make it worse for him by locking him up with a complete stranger.

You shook your head shrugging, chewing on your bottom lip nervously. You knew you had to say something, actual words at one point but your mind came up blank. Or your mouth wasn't able to say them out loud.

He let out another soft scoff, knowing deep down this was no accident. Some of his pogue buddies probably set this up just to screw around with him. Although, you didn't seem to know that. You looked genuinely clueless.

"My friends probably did this on purpose..."

He muttered, leaning against the opposite wall to you. He wasn't happy about this situation, especially not being locked in here with a girl for what could be hours. Which he would usually be elated about. But seeing you barely talked or moved, seemingly scared of loud sounds and sudden movements like a small animal, he was aware you weren't gonna makeout any time soon.

He looked you over again, his eyes roaming over your small and fidgety figure. In some weird way, he kind of felt bad for you. You looked so nervous and uncomfortable being stuffed in this dumb closet, and you looked like you didn't belong at this party in the first place.

"What were you even doing here anyway?... this ain't exactly a place a shy girl like you would go on your own free will..." he echoed the question once again, the curiosity and desire to fill the silence stronger than the fact that you were strangers.

"That's because it wasn't my own free will.." you spoke up in minutes of being almost completely silent, your voice small and weak.

He was both surprised and not surprised at your answer. He was surprised that you answered so quickly, but he could have guessed this wasn't your idea.

"Let me guess... one of your loud and obnoxious friends dragged you out here to try and get you to 'have fun'?"

Bingo! You nodded silently again, your eyes darting around his face taking in every detail, hopefully being able to recall every single one of them to draw or paint later.

He grumbled something under his breath. He knew it. From his experience, kooks were always so loud and overbearing. It was what he hated most about them, and yet, you didn't seem like that kind of girl at all... you were quiet and soft spoken, something he hadn't seen in a kook girl since... well, never really. "Figures.. can you not say no to them or somethin’ ?"

You stared at him silently, blinking as you raked your brain for what to say, your eyes narrowed just a hint. You were aware he usually spoke a lot but not this much. Or you were too quiet. You were also way too nervous to speak or think properly, having your lifetime crush speaking to you, like actually.

He was watching you intently, taking note of the expressions that flashed on your face as you tried to come up with an answer. You were obviously nervous, he didn't need to be a mind reader to know that. And there was something else about you... something he couldn't place his finger on. It was weird.

"You look like you're gonna pass out or something..." He commented, watching you closely.

You shook your head 'no', reaching to try the door again. You suddenly didn't feel so lucky you got this rare chance to speak and admire JJ shamelessly given you were stuck in a closet together. You were anxious and feeling like he could see right through you, see all the weird tendencies you had and judge you for being so pathetically in love with him for so long.

He chuckled softly as you tried to open the door, again and again. It honestly reminded him of a small animal trapped in a cage, frantically looking for a way out. Something about the way you were acting amused him. "There ain't no point trying to open it again, trust me, it's stuck good..."

JJ could tell you were anxious, and it was easy to guess why. It was probably terrifying being stuck in a small, dark, cramped closet with him of all people. And judging by how quiet and shy you were, this was probably one of the hardest social interactions you ever had.

"Jesus... can you even speak a full sentence?" He piped up after another few seconds of silence, his smirk returning to his face as he watched you struggle against the door.

You looked to the side, a small frown making its way on your face at his question. 'Not when you're so close to me that i can smell the sea salt water in your hair.' you groaned internally, still silent. You kept your eyes locked with his in the almost dark closet, scolding yourself for not being able to handle social interactions like normal people.

JJ's smirk widened at your expression, you looked like a kicked puppy, it was almost cute. He stood up straight, lazily pushing himself off the wall and slowly making his way towards you. When he was a few steps away from you, he stopped, looking you up and down with a hint of mockery.

"You're a real quiet thing, ain't ya?"

With a few more confident steps, he was now standing just in front of you, leaning his shoulder against the wall. He looked down at you again, his smirk still present on his face. You could almost feel the heat radiating off his body, him being so close. His ocean like scent mixed with the weed smell, filling the closet and making it even harder to breathe than it already was in here.

"You afraid of me or somethin'? "

"No.." your voice rung out without missing a beat this time, a soft and gentle sound as you frowned to your self. You were probably one of the few people who wasn't afraid of JJ. Years of following him from a distance and watching him closely took away the fear factor. If anything he'd probably be afraid of you.

JJ let out a quiet scoff at your answer, an odd response. He had expected you to be as afraid of him given the way you were acting. You were clearly nervous being in a small, dark, and cramped space with a man, yet you weren't afraid of him or his presence.

"You're an odd one then.." He said, his eyes roaming over you again, taking in your small, timid figure.

He was a few inches away from you, towering over your small frame. Being this close to you, he could see more details in your face. How your eyes were framed with small dark eyelashes behind your glasses, how your skin was unnaturally smooth and soft looking, and how your lips looked almost velvety, almost as if they were made of silk. In addition to that, your scent filled his nose now, mixing with his own and the smell of the closet. You actually smelled very good... which definitely wasn't something weird to be thinking. JJ found himself lost in thought the more he looked at you. You looked so... tender and yet the way you were acting, so nervous and small, you looked like a spooked stray dog. It didn't add up in his head, you were probably the first kook girl he had ever met that acted this way, it was making him curious. Just as he opened his mouth to ask something, a loud banging noise echoed from the other side of the door, making you jump slightly, surprised by the sudden sound.

The whole silent staring contest you both had going on was interrupted by a loud sound from the other side of the closet door, almost startling you to death given you were so focused on how beautiful JJ's eyes looked while he studied you intently. You sighed, squeezing your eyes shut for a second, adjusting your glasses and grimacing to yourself.

The sudden sound made JJ roll his eyes, whoever was on the other side of the door was clearly trying to be annoying.

"Oh come on..."

he grumbled, annoyed already by the person who was trying to interrupt. Before he could say anything else, the banging continued once again, this time twice as loud as before, making him grumble another curse underneath his breath. He was beyond annoyed now, a small scowl forming on his face at the constant knocking. He turned around, staring at the small closet door, his hands on his hips as he waited for the knocking again. He was about to say something, but just then, the door was suddenly swung open, making him nearly jump out of his skin.

He let out a surprised noise as he stumbled forward, nearly collapsing to the ground, but he managed to catch himself just at the last moment by grabbing the nearest thing which happened to be the closet wall, next to your head. His heart felt like it was about to burst out of his chest, he was breathing heavily, the unexpected event nearly giving him a heart attack. After a few moments he slowly looked up, turning his head to see who had opened the door.

To say he looked surprised would be an understatement. Standing in front of him was none other than one of his pogue buddies, John B, who was smiling and laughing like this was the most fun he had in forever as he looked down at JJ. JJ quickly managed to regain his composure, standing up straight before speaking up:

"Are you tryin' to give me a damn heart attack, John B?"

You were just as startled as JJ was, for a second time in less than 2 minutes nonetheless. Your gaze shifted from looking up at JJ's side profile to the boy standing in the door way of the closet. John B, JJ's best friend since forever, someone you also saw on a daily basis while doing your... usual checking up on JJ. John B also probably didn't know who you were, and you wouldn't be surprised even in the slightest.

John B looked between you and JJ, a smirk slowly forming on his face as his eyes landed on the proximity between the two of them. John B leaned against the door frame, his arms folded over his chest as he spoke up, a hint of mockery in his tone. "Seems like you got yourself into a situation, huh JJ?"

JJ's eyes narrowed at his best friends tone, he immediately knew what he was implying. He shot him a small glare before speaking up, a hint of annoyance in his voice

"Can it, John B... it ain't what it looks like."

John B chuckled at his response, he clearly didn't believe JJ given the awkward and somewhat embarrassing situation the two of you were in. "It sure looks like it though. Locked up in a closet together, all alone. You two got up to anything in here?"

Your eyes darted between the 2 best friends, adjusting your glasses as your gaze landed on John B, his teasing words making your face heat up. The implication of getting up to anything with JJ was enough to probably give 9 year old you a aneurysm, "Excuse me?" you spoke up, trying to sound irritated at his words although you sounded so weak and shy you regretted speaking instantly.

John B chuckled again at your response, clearly enjoying making you both uncomfortable. The way you spoke was so quiet and awkward, it was almost laughable. JJ continued to glare at him, trying to non-verbally tell his friend to shut his damn mouth, but it obviously wasn't working.

"Oh... I see, there's a voice under there, huh? You sound like a damn mouse, girl.. can you speak louder than a whisper?"

He continued to smirk at you, now mocking the softness of your voice. JJ grimaced at what John B had just told you, a pang of guilt suddenly shooting through his chest. He didn't like the way John B was talking to you, in fact, he was getting a little mad that he was being so rude.

"She ain't gotta speak louder. Leave her alone." JJ spoke up, glaring at his friend once again, finding himself defending this stranger.

You looked down, scowling to yourself at his question, now definitely not speaking another word for the rest of the conversation, knowing you'd just slip away once they were distracted. Your finger pushed the frame of your glasses up and down, your eyes fixed on your beat up sneakers. This was certainly one hell of a first impression.

John B held his hands up in mock surrender, clearly enjoying the fact that he was getting both you and JJ annoyed. "Relax man, I was just messing with the poor mouse."

He joked, his eyes still on you, now watching your fiddling. JJ just scowled at him again, silently debating punching his friend square in the nose. The fact that he was making fun of you was bothering him more than it should. He was used to his friend making stupid jokes and being a dick, but he couldn't stand the thought of him mocking you, especially since you were acting nothing but polite and shy.

Mouse? you could see the resemblance i guess, with the small one word answers which sounded like small squeaks from the anxiety. Still, John B was being kind of a dick at the moment which caused your frown to deepen as you debated just making a run for it and disappearing.

John B chuckled quietly, not taking his eyes off you as you fiddled with your glasses. He knew he was being a dick, but he was just enjoying it too much. He suddenly had an idea in his mind, a way to further piss off JJ. With a sly smirk on his face, he spoke again, this time, directed solely at you, ignoring JJ completely. "So, mouse, what's your name?"

'Seriously? neither of them know my name?' you groaned internally, looking up to lock eyes with John B nervously. In moments like these you wished you had at least a bit of semblance of a back bone, and not just clam up like a dumbass, "Y/n.." you answered simply, your expression twitching slightly from having to repeat your name once again. You wanted to roll your eyes in annoyance so badly.

There was something about the way you said your name that made JJ's heart stutter in a way it never had before. It sounded almost magical coming out of your small lips, it was so... mellow, and yet so beautiful. John B's smile widened at your answer, obviously not expecting to get an actual answer and a name at that.

"Huh... nice name. Suits you." He said, his eyes roaming over you again, studying your face to figure out if he knew you or not. He came up blank, probably due to being tipsy.

JJ continued to stay silent, watching the interaction between his best friend and you. He was feeling a weird mix of anger and curiosity as he watched. You looked so much more fragile and unthreatening than he had thought. You were like a small cat, a cute but easily spooked cat. Or maybe a mouse, he wasn't sure which.

You felt awkward suddenly, the 3 of you going silent save from the music coming from downstairs after John B's comment about your name. You looked between them momentarily before stepping forward shyly to signal John B to move out the way so you could escape this weird and sufficiently awkward situation at once.

John B chuckled again as you stepped forward, his eyes following your every move. But just as you were about to slip out of the closet, he suddenly reached a hand out, blocking your way.

"Where do you think you're going, mouse?"

JJ furrowed his eyebrows at his friend's behaviour, he knew exactly what he was trying to do. He was trying to annoy both of you, as well as prevent you from getting away. JJ had had just about enough

"Okay, that's enough John B. Don't you think you've teased the poor girl enough?"

John B sighed dramatically, pouting at JJ's annoyed response. He took a small step back, opening up the doorway once again "You're no fun. I was just having a little fun. Don't take it so seriously, JJ."

As much you enjoyed being in JJ's presence you hated social interactions and you wanted to just find your best friend to tell her that this was a bad idea and you should just skate home. So you took a final glance at JJ, before stepping out of the small cramped closet when John B removed his arm which was blocking your way hesitantly. But stepping out wasn't any better cause you were met with the party, still in full throttle, the music making your head feel weird, weirder than being stuck in a moldy closet with your childhood crush. There were less people on the floor you were on, but it was still crowded enough by drunken couples and some rowdy friend groups to make you feel anxious. This was most definitely a bad idea.

JJ watched you step out of the closet, a small pang of guilt shooting through his chest from knowing you were uncomfortable but now having no way to help the situation. He shot a glare at John B for the 10th time in the last 5 minutes through the doorway, silently warning his friend once again.

"You're a damn dick man. Why did you feel the need to be so rude to her?"

John B just shrugged, looking back at JJ with a sly smile as he replied "Because I thought it would be funny. Besides, I didn't think she'd answer me. I thought she was mute or something."

JJ grimaced, of course John B would find making fun of the shyest person he had ever met, fun. He pinched the bridge of his nose, groaning quietly. He took a deep breath before speaking up again:

"You really can be an annoying bastard, you know that? Sometimes i wonder how you even manage to speak with girls.."

You weaved through the mass of people at the house party, bumping into couples getting busy and grimacing in apology, trying not to stumble over your feet in the cramped space on the staircase. You quickly descended down the stairs, looking for your friend Maisy, to scold her for bringing you here in the first place. Suddenly, a hand on your shoulder stopped you in your tracks. A hand that you recognized, and yet dreaded at the same time. JJ had followed you, and was now stood next to you at the bottom of the stairs.

He gently grabbed your hand, stopping you from walking away. His hand was calloused and rough from years of surfing, yet warm. He spoke up, trying to get your attention over the loud R&B music blaring from the speakers. "Can I talk to you for a second?"

You tensed up from the sudden contact and because well, you thought someone else was grabbing you to pull yet another dumb prank on you, not expecting JJ to follow you and try to talk to you. You shook your head 'no' because as much as you wanted to spend time with him, you knew you'd just clam up and make it weird because this was JJ and you were you.

He noticed how tense you suddenly became once his hand touched you, he couldn't help but silently worry in his head. He wanted to sigh at your immediate response of shaking your head no, but he decided to persist a little more despite not having any reason to:

"Please? I promise I won't make fun of you or anything. I just wanna talk."

"Well, i need to find my friend." you find yourself speaking, although you weren't sure if he heard you over the music or the myriad of sounds and things going on in this house. Really, it was surprising how the neighbors hadn't called the police yet.

JJ leaned closer to you, trying to hear your soft spoken words. He could just barely make out what you had said, but he heard it enough. He looked around for a moment, searching for your friend but not seeing them anywhere in the crowd. But it was a given, since he didn't even know who he was looking for. "Where is your friend? I'll help you look for them."

You shrugged, because you had the same question. Where the hell was Maisy anyway? she disappeared and expected you to what? have fun and party? as if you could do that. Your eyes were fixed on JJ's face, the one you knew and loved through the years, anxiously shifting on your feet at the feel of his big hand still wrapped around your wrist, stopping you from scurrying away.

JJ could sense your anxiousness, he could practically feel the anxious energy coming off your small frame. He subconsciously let his thumb slowly and gently caress your wrist, an attempt to somehow soothe you, even if only slightly. He didn’t like seeing you so anxious.

He suddenly realized that he was still holding your arm, gently keeping you by his side and preventing you from slipping away in the chaos of the house party. He had forgotten in the moment. He looked down at his hand on your arm, "Maybe they went outside.."

You could call her! yeah, you could do that... but what if big mouth Maisy actually showed up and saw JJ Maybank, the dude you had been crushing on since you were a 3rd grader, holding your wrist and actually speaking to you? She'll make this awkward and run her mouth, possibly getting you rejected at the same time. So, you thought it was best to just let him speak to you and then leave you to look for her alone. "What do you wanna talk about with me?" you asked, still quietly, hoping and praying he'd hear you and that you didn't come off as rude.

JJ was a little surprised at the fact that you still stayed by his side after he suggested looking for your friend. He honestly thought you would run off. He mentally shrugged, taking the opportunity to talk to you even more. He turned slightly to look down at you as you spoke, leaning forward to hear you better.

His heart skipped a beat as he heard your quiet voice. That same feeling of both guilt and curiosity ran through him again. How could one voice be so soft and quiet, yet so beautiful at the same time? The thought confused and intrigued him.

He took a moment to register that you had asked him a question, the shock of you actually talking to him making his brain fry for a second or two. He quickly brought himself back to reality, realising that he had to reply.

"I just wanted to apologize. About John B i mean, he's a massive dick, no doubt about that. I told him off.."

"It's okay.." you mumbled smiling slightly, adjusting your glasses with the hand that wasn't in JJ's grip. You actually managed to hold the conversation normally, albeit you were still squeaking out your words.

JJ's eyebrows raised at your smile, his eyes widening slightly. He wasn't expecting you to smile as an answer to his apology, it was the last reaction he had expected. And yet, it was a welcome one. It made him feel better, deep down he felt guilty for his friend's behavior.

He stared at you for another moment, the hand he was using to hold your wrist moving once again, his thumb still slowly caressing your skin. He hadn't even noticed he was doing it this time.

JJ quickly snapped out of the little trance and cleared his throat, speaking up again. He didn’t want to make things weird and freak you out. He could feel John B’s eyes on him, he knew the bastard was watching him from the top of the stairs and silently giggling about the whole thing. He pushed down his annoyance, his eyes moving away from your face and around the room, looking at the other people gathered around them. "You said this party was your friend’s idea, right?"

You nodded silently, glancing around the room for your stupid best friend. You were gonna kill Maisy for disappearing on you like this, especially at a party of this calibre. You tried to ignore how JJ was still holding onto your wrist, now rubbing his thumb over your skin to probably soothe you. It made you feel more nervous and anxious, the urge to bolt even more strong now. You didn't wanna mess it up and make it awkward or worse come off as a creep by staring at him or saying something stupid, although the last part was impossible given you barely spoke.

JJ bit the inside of his cheek as you silently nodded back to his question. He was starting to realize how hard you were to talk to, how shy you were. It made him feel bad. He found himself wishing that he could just hear your voice just a little louder. It was so gentle. It made him want to hear more of it, but he had no idea how to get you to speak more without making you uncomfortable.

He quickly stopped himself from thinking any further, realizing that he was starting to sound like a creep in his own head.

They stood there silently for a couple more seconds, as JJ desperately tried to think of something to say to break the silence without making things weird. He could still feel John B’s eyes on him, silently watching the whole situation and probably having the time of his life.

"So...how come I've never seen you around at school before? "

He tried, even though he knew the answer. He just needed to get you talking.

Ouch. You saw him at school all the time, even took routes around the school just to get to pass by him in the halls and hear him talk so loudly to his friends and laugh. So the question stung a little. You looked up at him, shrugging your shoulders, narrowing your eyes and blinking a couple of times, your brain desperately trying to just block out the sound of the music which was making your lungs feel like they were being shaken up.

JJ mentally cringed as he saw the slightly hurt look in your eyes, he regretted his choice of question immediately. Stupid. Of course you were at school, he saw you at school, he just never seen you with anyone.

He winced as he heard that music change to something even louder. The constant music was starting to grate his nerves.

"Can we go outside for a second? I can't even freaking hear myself think in here."

Your brows furrowed, considering his suggestion. It was a good idea, you could call Maisy, maybe have a cigarette too and let your ears get a break from this loud music blaring in them. So you nodded hesitantly, glancing around one last time in case you magically spotted your best friend.

JJ let out a breath of relief when you nodded your head in agreement. He was glad he didn’t have to try and shout over the music anymore. He turned, pulling gently on your wrist to lead you toward the front door. He weaved through people, avoiding getting into conversations. He was determined to get you alone outside so he could talk to you.

Finally, they made it outside. JJ released your wrist as they reached the front door. He took a deep breath, enjoying the sudden lack of music and the relative quiet (well, aside from the still loud music coming from inside). JJ took a step away from you as he turned to face you.

"Thank god, I thought my ears were gonna bleed with that damn music in there."

'Yeah..' you agreed mentally once again, nodding with a small smile and adjusting your glasses as you stood on the porch, finally able to breathe fresh air, a stark contrast from the muted and sweaty smelling air inside. You needed to start saying words out loud, instead of just answering in your mind.

JJ leaned against the porch railing, stuffing his hands into his pockets. The air was much cooler outside, compared to the stuffy heat that was present inside.

He took a few seconds to study you as you stood across from him. The light from the porch made you look even more softer, if that was even possible. You looked so small in that moment, it made him wonder how you had managed to make it to high school.

He shook himself out of his thoughts, clearing his throat before speaking up again. He couldn’t believe that he was actually talking to you, and the fact that he hadn’t messed it up yet was a surprise to him. He didn’t want to think about how bad he would screw it up in the future.

"So uh...wanna explain why you were hiding in a closet? "

There. A question to get the conversation going. He mentally cursed himself in his head, realizing how stupid the question sounded.

"I got pushed in at the same time as you." You found the courage to speak yay! and not so shaky and quiet either. Maybe it was the fact that he thought you were just hiding in the moldy closet, like an actual mouse, which made you wanna defend yourself. That's what was missing from this situation, for him to think you were an actual dumbass who was hiding in a closet because she was afraid of party sounds.

JJ found himself chuckling, raising an eyebrow at your answer. He didn’t expect that particular answer, he was expecting you to say that you just decided to hide in the closest instead of socializing. But pushed in? He could actually believe that. "Damn. Got pushed into a closet with me? That’s gotta be some pretty shitty luck."

'I'd like to think it was kinda lucky of me to get pushed in with you, of all people...' you laughed internally. You glanced at him, tearing your eyes from the street in front of the house, narrowing your eyes at his words, but deciding to just stay silent. It was better than saying something to counter it or even worse.. to try and be funny and fail.

JJ’s eyebrows nearly raised at the sound of your small, quiet laugh. He hadn’t expected you to laugh at his joke, he was actually surprised that you had responded at all. That laugh was definitely enough to make him keep going to get that sweet, soft sound to come back.

“You know, you have a really pretty laugh..“ The sentence was out of his mouth before he could even realize it. He internally winced, hoping he hadn’t just made things weird by complimenting you. Not that he didn't compliment girls usually. If anything, that's how he managed to score in the first place. But in your case he wasn't trying to flatter you to get in your pants. He simply found you interesting.

You could feel yourself blush at his compliment, not realizing you actually laughed out-loud instead of just thinking about it in your head. You scolded yourself internally for reacting to such a casual sentence, he was just being nice after all, not asking you to marry him. "Thanks." you managed to mutter out quietly, hoping it sounded at least a tad bit grateful, and not rude and clipped.

JJ’s heart skipped a beat when he saw that adorable blush on your face. He had never seen you so expressive yet quiet at the same time since he'd met you less than an hour ago. He silently smirked to himself, now he knew how to make you blush. He mentally noted that fact down for later. The fact that you had mumbled out a simple “thanks” in response, just made everything even better for him. He would take anything you responded with, just so he could get you to keep talking and hear that angelic voice.

He shifted against the railing, his hand moving to his back pocket to pull out a pack of cigarettes. He quickly took one out, putting it between his lips. He glanced down at you as he pulled out a lighter to light the cigarette.

He held the pack out to you, silently offering you a cigarette as well. Which as he did, he realized that it wasn't really the epitome of smooth or romantic. But he already had his hand out stretched. JJ was becoming annoyed at himself for overthinking his every move, feeling like he was losing his footing on a ground he'd navigated countless times.

A small amused grimace made its way on your face despite trying to stop it, silently debating if you should take a cigarette. You pulled out your own lighter, stepping a little closer, not too much to look weird, lighting his cigarette before taking one for yourself. 'Wow.. so confident, lighting his cigarette for him.' you quipped sardonically in your head as you lit the cigarette for your self and took a long drag from it.

JJ’s eyes widened a little in surprise when you stepped closer to him, so close that you could reach out and touch him, if you wanted to. He watched you flick your lighter on, a small wave of excitement rushing through him as you held the light to his cigarette. He leaned his head forward slightly, putting the other end of the cigarette to his mouth and taking a drag. He exhaled the smoke as he watched you light your own cigarette.

He almost laughed when he saw the small grimace that came across your face.

He took another drag of the cigarette, his eyes studying the features of your face. You looked so beautiful like this, in the soft light of the porch with a cigarette between your lips. It was enough for him to realize that he wanted to see you like this more - not just tonight but anytime he could.

He turned away slightly as he exhaled the smoke, trying to calm his thoughts once again. He didn’t know you and yet here he was, already getting addicted to being close to you and hearing you talk.

The cigarette was a welcome relief given the fact that you were on edge since you came to the stupid party, leaning on the railing and taking long drags to fill your lungs with the smoke, the nicotine swirling around in your brain. Here you were, smoking a cigarette casually with the guy you were pinning after for years. 3rd grade you would probably faint and break her glasses in 2 if she knew.

JJ silently watched how you exhaled the smoke that was going into your lungs. It was hypnotizing watching you do this, something about it just made him want to keep watching. It was just so oddly satisfying to watch you smoke. He knew it probably wasn’t, but he didn’t care in that moment. It was oddly pleasing in a way he couldn’t explain.

He took another drag, letting the cigarette sit between his lips as he spoke. "You smoke often?"

"Yeah.. helps with the whole social anxiety thing.." you nodded your words followed by a small dry chuckle as you side glanced at him, exhaling the smoke to the side to avoid blowing it directly in his face.

JJ couldn’t help but notice the little side glance at him. That action, for some reason, made his stomach flip and flutter like it had a mind of its own, the way your eyes fixed on him momentarily making him nervous for some reason. A small smirk formed on his face as he blew out his own puff of smoke.

"Social anxiety, huh?"

He took another drag of the cigarette, his eyes looking straight at you as he did. He chuckled slightly, he never thought you would be the type to suffer from social anxiety, mostly because of his prejudice towards your social status. You had always seemed so quiet and reserved, but he never assumed it was because of that. But, as he looked at you now, taking a puff of your cigarette and shyly glancing at him every so often, he was starting to realize that maybe social anxiety made sense. The thought made him realize that he really didn’t know you at all, and that he desperately wanted to change that.

He leaned against the railing once again, taking another drag from the cigarette as he decided on what to say next.

Before he had the chance to do so, none other than your best friend Maisy, burst through the front door, her eyes fixed on you and probably not noticing JJ at first, "Y/n/n! where have you been, girl? You just missed the whole ordeal with Maybank getting locked in a closet with some random girl. It was so crazy.. I looked for you so i could tell you all about it!" she gasped excitedly as she clasped her hands on your shoulders, her loud voice and sudden appearance startling you and JJ. She could not, for the life of her read the room. Ever.

JJ’s eyes immediately went from you to Maisy, he was going to attempt to make more conversation until your best friend burst through the door.

He stiffened at hearing his last name, instantly tensing at what Maisy had said, now staring at the strawberry blonde mess of hair when she stepped in front of him to grab your shoulders.

You cleared your throat awkwardly, glancing over Maisy's shoulder to signal JJ's presence, glaring at her subtly. You didn't want her to say something stupid and reveal your feelings by mistake and embarrass you in front of him. Maisy’s eyes suddenly widened as she realized that she had walked out in the middle of a conversation you having with someone. She followed your gaze and looked over her shoulder, noticing JJ for the first time.

She gasped as her eyes widened even more, her look of surprise quickly turning into a smirk as she glanced back and forth from JJ to you.

You shook your head as if to say, 'don't, i'll kill you.

Maisy, the best friend she was, completely forgot about the look you had given her and the silent threat you were trying to convey in seconds upon receiving it. She had suddenly realized that you were standing beside JJ by yourself, and she was about to take full advantage of the situation. She smirked at you and wiggled her eyebrows dramatically, silently teasing you in her own way.

"Maisy. Please." you widened your eyes, silently scolding her and desperately suppressing the urge to groan out loud. Maisy was well aware of your MASSIVE years long crush on JJ, and you knew she was happy about this, in her own way, of course.

Maisy’s smirk grew as she saw how you widened your eyes and silently begged her not to say anything. She knew how big of a crush you had on JJ and how long you had wanted a moment like this. She was going to make the most of this.

She feigned innocence, silently raising an eyebrow at you as if to say "what".

JJ glanced back and forth between the two of you, picking up on the tension that he couldn’t fully understand. He glanced at you, noticing the look in your eyes as you looked at your friend. He could almost feel the pleading in your eyes, silently begging her not to say anything.

He looked at your friend, catching the smirk that was on her face. He silently tried to figure out what was going on. What was going through the mind of your bratty friend in that moment?

Mimsy glanced at JJ, noticing the curious look he had on his face. She couldn’t help but tease her friend, this was a once lifetime chance and she wasn’t going to pass up on the opportunity to tease her just a little.

She continued her innocent look as she turned back to you. She smirked as she leaned her head in your direction, acting as if she was going to whisper something into your ear. But instead, she spoke loudly, making sure JJ could hear her too. She loved tormenting you just a bit too much.

"You're alone with JJ Maybank of all people. How does it feel?"

Maisy said, a sly grin on her face as she watched your reaction. She was enjoying messing with you and making a fool of you in front of the guy that you liked a little too much for her liking. She didn't care, she loved embarrassing you. It was a friend’s right to tease their other friend in front of a potential love interest, right?

"Embarrassing, given you're here now." you glared at her, probably the most expressive JJ had seen you since you started speaking in the closet. A small sigh escaped your lips and you barely contained the urge to face-palm dramatically.

Maisy let out a loud gasp, acting as if she was offended by your words. She put her hand over her heart, a dramatic look crossing her face as she spoke. She was really enjoying this just so she could get a reaction out of you, which in turn would get a reaction out of JJ.

“Oh, wow. You’re being a bit rude, aren’t you? I can’t believe you’d say that in front of JJ. So insulting.”

JJ let out a stifled laugh as your friend dramatically pretended to be offended. He couldn’t help but find her antics amusing as he watched the whole scene unfold in front of his eyes. But he really couldn’t help but notice the glare you gave to your friend. It was the most expressive facial expression he had seen you wear so far, and he had to admit that he rather liked it. There was something about you standing up for yourself that he found attractive, even if it was just in a small way.

"And also I'm gonna kill you for ditching me like that.. " you added quietly, slapping Maisy's shoulder teasingly even though you were still glaring at her.

Misy let out another gasp as you slapped her shoulder. She feigned a look of pain on her face as she dramatically winced and rubbed the spot where you had slapped her in a playful way. She let out a loud melodramatic "ow". Clearly she was just messing with you at this point.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ditch you. I just had to do something REALLLLYYY important." she countered, her words dripping with suggestive undertones rather than genuine apology.

"Like?" you raised one brow, feigning annoyance.

Maisy shrugged her shoulders slightly, trying her best to look innocent. It was all an act, and she was enjoying it so much. She loved getting a rise out of you just so she could see the way you reacted and how you acted in front of JJ. In another world, she would’ve been a professional drama actor with the way she was able to act so well.

"Just something..., you know. The usual. Important, fun, necessary stuff."

"You need to drive me home. I hate this stupid party." you put out your cigarette, sighing and groaning out loud this time as you adjusted your glasses, leaning away from the railing.

Your best friend laughed at your irritation. She knew that you hated parties and that you dreaded them, that’s why she’d convinced you to come to this one in the first place. It was just her way of being a good friend.

"Alright, alright. Stop being such a prude. I’ll take you home, you baby. Just let me say 'bye' to a few people first. You’re such a buzzkill, you know that?"

"Ugh Maisy.. you're just gonna take forever." you groaned once again at the thought of having to follow her around while she bid her never-ending goodbyes.

"I'll just skate home. Where's your car? i left my board in there." at that point, given how quiet JJ was you forgot momentarily that he was there, speaking freely and more expressively.

Misy raised her eyebrows dramatically as you mentioned skating home. If there was one thing she hated more than parties, it was your habit of skating everywhere. It was like you were allergic to cars. She let out a fake gasp and dramatically put her hand on her chest like she had been wounded.

“Skate home this late!? Alone!? You’re joking right?”

"Unlock the car. I can see it from here." you deadpanned, wanting to get this over with as soon as possible, nodding towards her car parked a bit messily on the lawn of the house.

Maisy scoffed and turned towards where her car was parked. She pulled out her keys out of her pocket and unlocked the car.

“Ugh. Fine. But if you get kidnapped or murdered, I’m not taking the blame. You’re such a pain, you know that right?”

"Bye... I'll see you tomorrow when you're hung over." you waved a hand in her face dramatically, the gesture sarcastic.

Maisy rolled her eyes at your sarcastic wave. She couldn’t help but smirk at how much of a pain you were being. She put a hand on her hip, raising an eyebrow at you in a sarcastic way.

“Ugh, thanks for that. I look forward to your sarcastic and overly annoying comments in the morning. See you, baby.”

With that she turned on her heel and walked back into the house, heading back into the party with a smirk still on her face. She was beyond satisfied with herself. She had pushed your buttons enough for you to be a bit more expressive in front of JJ and get a reaction from both you and him. It was one of her favorite pastimes to see you flustered and a bit irritated just at her presence.

The moment she disappeared inside, the only person left outside on the porch was you and JJ.

After Maisy had gone back inside, the porch suddenly felt much quieter than before. The only sounds heard were the crickets in the background and the muffled noise from the party inside. JJ glanced over at you, his eyes studying your face once again. He couldn’t help but notice the change in your demeanor the moment your annoying friend left.

As soon as your best friend left you were aware that you were alone with JJ again. You glanced at him adjusting your glasses nervously, "sorry about that.."

JJ couldn’t help but chuckle slightly as you nervously adjusted your glasses the moment you realised you were alone with him. He raised an eyebrow as he leaned against the railing of the porch once again, his gaze fixed on you.

"No need to apologize. Your friend is… something else.”

Back to clamming up like a dumbass you go. You nodded silently, a small apologetic smile tugging at your lips. You were going to skate home, but you weren't sure how to.. end the conversation with JJ? should you just leave? wave at him? no... that's too casual, he doesn't even know you. Saying bye felt pathetic.

JJ chuckled again as you fell back into your shy, nervous demeanor. He could tell that you were overthinking the entire situation in the moment, trying to find the right way to leave. He thought that you looked so awkward and nervous. It was almost cute how unsure of yourself you were.

He pushed himself off the railing and took a step towards you.

"You’re still gonna skate home?"

You hummed faintly and nodded, looking out to Maisy's car. You didn't hate the idea of skating home, given you had your earphones with you and you could just take a shortcut to your house from here.

He couldn't help but smirk slightly as you hummed weakly and nodded. He took a couple more steps towards you, closing the gap between the two of you completely. He stood right in front of you, looking down at you with a raised eyebrow. "Not afraid of being kidnapped or murdered like your friend said?"

"I skate at night pretty often." you stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, your voice back to its quiet and soft tone again.

JJ smirked even more as you stated your regular night time skating routine as if it was natural. He let out an amused chuckle, his eyebrows raising at the idea of you skating home alone in the dark so often.

"You skate at night often? You must have a death wish, doll."

You furrowed your brows at his nickname, whipping your head to look up at him with an expression resembling confusion. It was mostly to hide how flustered it made you, a small frown forming on your face, which wasn't supposed to be rude in any way, you were just... thrown off.

He smirked as you whipped your head up to look at him, your face showing a look of confusion mixed with… dare he say it, was that a hint of blush on your cheeks? He let out a small chuckle as he noticed your small, almost pouty frown. "What's with that look for, doll? You got a problem with the new nickname?"

You pursed your lips, as if mulling over the nickname in your head and dissecting it. He had no reason to call you that, but you knew JJ even though he didn't know you. You knew he was carefree and casual with everyone, so it wasn't hard for him to say certain things or make jokes. A part of you had always been envious of that, ever since you started liking him. Maybe that's why you liked him. He was the opposite of you, and in some ways you wished you could be like him, or like the girls you knew he usually went for.

He observed your facial expressions closely as you seemed to be deep in thought. He could practically hear the gears turning in your head as you thought about the nickname he had given you. He didn’t know why he called you "doll", it just came out naturally in the moment. He had a habit of nicknaming people, especially pretty ones, without even thinking about it. But for some reason, he was more interested in your reaction to it this time. It was the first nickname he had given you, and he wondered how you would react to it.

He chuckled softly to himself as he watched you purse your lips slightly, your facial expression almost looking like you were analyzing and dissecting the nickname he had given you. He couldn’t help but feel amused at the way you were acting. You were so quiet and soft-spoken, so different from anything he was used to. It was almost endearing in a way. He found your shyness refreshing and cute.

You decided you had enough of just standing there awkwardly and you looked up at him, nodding in greeting and walking towards the steps off the porch, your feet moving slowly, as if you were hesitating, afraid not to create a hole through the wood or something. You didn't wanna leave obviously, but you were awkward and weird and flustered easily and he was... well, JJ. You decided that you liked pining after him from afar from your camera lenses and behind corners rather than embarrassing yourself by talking to him face to face.

JJ watched as you nodded in greeting and began to walk down the steps of the porch. He let out a small chuckle as he noticed the slow and hesitant way you moved, as if you were afraid to break something on the way. He found your nervous mannerisms to be endearing, and he couldn’t help but wonder what was going on in your head at that moment.

As you started walking away, he couldn’t help but step forward and speak up before you got too far.

"Hey, wait."

He took a few steps towards you, closing the distance between the two of you again as he spoke up, his voice low and gentle. "You’re just gonna leave like that, doll?"

"Well.. yeah?" you grimaced hesitantly, curious as to why he seemed so adamant on speaking with you even though you were silent most of the time.

He raised an eyebrow at your hesitancy and grimace. He couldn’t help but feel a mix of annoyance and interest at the fact that you were just going to leave without a second thought. He had wanted to talk to you more, and he wasn’t about to give up just yet.

"You can’t just leave after you’ve barely said anything at this party. You’re too quiet, it’s a little weird."

Ouch again. He probably didn't mean to make another stingy comment, but you still felt the sting a little. You didn't let it show though, raising your brows and adjusting your glasses, looking at him as if expecting him to continue, despite the obvious figurative period at the end of his sentence.

He noticed the subtle flash of hurt in your eyes at his comment, but he didn’t apologize for it. He had a reputation to maintain after all. He raised an eyebrow in return at your raised brows and expression, expecting you to say something. When you didn’t, his eyes narrowed slightly as if he was annoyed that you weren’t responding. "Is that all you’re gonna do, just stare at me?"

You looked to the side as if considering his question, nodding slowly and silently. You knew he probably didn't like it, you weren't the kind of person that would hang around JJ Maybank after all. But you couldn't help it, your brain just didn't wanna speak sometimes, it was like it was selectively mute, which was very asshole-ish of it.

He let out a low sigh at your nod and silent response. He found it both annoying and endearing at the same time how reticent you were. He wasn’t used to someone being this quiet and reserved around him. Usually girls would cling to him or talk endlessly, never shutting up.

He took a small step closer to you, his eyes narrowed slightly as he looked down at you. He leaned forward slightly, his voice low and gruff as he spoke. "You can at least say something, doll."

"Something." you spoke without realizing, the word soft and quiet even though it was more sarcastic than anything.

A surprised laugh escaped his lips at your unexpected sarcastic response. He didn’t expect you to actually say something, let alone something sarcastic.

"Clever."

He said dryly as a smirk formed on his face, his eyebrows raising slightly. He was enjoying this more than he cared to admit, he wasn’t used to people being sarcastic back to him, not someone as quiet as you anyway.

He leaned in slightly closer, his smirk slowly morphing into a small, amused smile. He liked how blunt and sarcastic you could be, and the fact that you were being sarcastic with him was almost funny. "You sure know how to make conversation, doll."

You raised your brows and nodded looking to the side once again as if to say 'i know right?', a small scoff leaving your lips.

He chuckled softly at your raised brows and subtle scoff. It was like you were trying to match his confidence and snarky attitude but by being quiet at the same time, and he couldn’t help but find it amusing. He took another small step forward, getting even closer to you. "You sure are a sassy one, doll. Most people would be a stuttering mess in front of me right now."

'I am stuttering... mentally.' you thought, fixing him with your gaze. You were sure you were plenty nervous in front him anyway, stuttering would just make you explode probably. You were sure that would actually happen if it came down to it.

He could see the hint of nervousness in your eyes as you fixed him with a steady gaze. He knew that you were probably feeling very nervous and intimidated by his presence, but you were doing a good job at not letting it show. It was refreshing to him that you weren’t falling all over yourself in front of him like most girls did.

"You’re awfully quiet though. How come you’re not all over me like most girls are?" He asked, his voice laced with sarcasm and subtle curiosity.

'Oh, how i would love to-..' you stopped that thought before it actually finished in your mind, shaking it out of your brain quickly. Your version of being all over him was stalking him around and taking pretty artsy and stalkerish pictures of him from afar. Of course that was embarrassing to think about, especially when he was standing right in front of you, talking and giving you casual nicknames like 'doll and mouse.'

He noticed the brief second when you seemed to zone out for a moment before snapping yourself out of it. He couldn’t help but be intrigued by the look that had crossed your face, if only for a split second. He raised an eyebrow at your sudden change in demeanor and wondered what had just gone through your head.

"You sure love zoning out, doll. You alright in that head of yours?"

You nodded swiftly, looking back up at him. Still, you couldn't seem to get a word out, which was becoming annoying for you. You can talk to him, he's not gonna bite.

He could sense your frustration at your inability to speak, even though he could also tell that you were trying to remain calm and collected in front of him. He found your struggle both endearing and irritating at the same time.

He chuckled softly before speaking again, his voice soft and casual. "You know you can talk to me, right? Like, actually say something out loud."

"I'm a girl of few words." you spoke up, pursing your lips gently as you looked up at him, nodding in a self-assured way.

He chuckled again at your response, his eyes fixed on your pursed lips. There was something strangely intriguing about the way you looked at him, even with your glasses in the way. "I can tell, doll. You’re practically mute." like an actual doll, that was even more funnier to think about in JJ's mind.

He found himself moving closer to you again, a smirk playing on his lips. He was enjoying the fact that you were struggling to speak, and secretly found it cute how shy and awkward you were around him.

"You’re a little mouse, aren’t ya? Too shy to talk?"

You hated that word when it was used to describe your quietness by others, but when it came out of his mouth and it rolled off his lips you found it almost... sweet. The way he seemed to weigh his words and keep his rowdy and loud behavior in check made you feel.. special? but also pitied, like he was scared of scaring you away. You raised your brows, adjusting your glasses and smiling slightly at him, nodding again after a few seconds.

He could see the hint of annoyance in your eyes when he called you a mouse, but it was gone as soon as he saw you smile slightly.

"Awww, look at that, she finally smiled. I didn’t think it was possible with you being so quiet."

He mocked your silence once more, just to tease you a bit more. He found your reactions and facial expressions entertaining, even if you were silent most of the time.

Somehow you found the courage to reach up and smack his shoulder playfully, glaring at him half heartedly. The action surprised even yourself, retracting your hand fast in fear that you might've made him uncomfortable.

His eyes widened slightly in surprise when you reached up and smacked his shoulder, the action catching him off guard. It was the first time you had physically touched him, and he couldn’t help but feel a small spark of electricity at the contact. He also noticed the way you retracted your hand quickly, as if you were afraid of what he might do.

He laughed softly at the look on your face, his smirk widening.

"Did you just SMACK me, mouse?"

"Sorry.." you stuttered out, stepping back a little nervously. It was supposed to be a casual teasing smack but as per usual, you made things awkward and weird. Just like you always did.

He chuckled again at your stuttered apology, the sound low and gruff. He found your nervous mannerisms and stuttering quite endearing. It was an odd thing, being intrigued by someone who hardly talked and was very awkward. He took a step closer to you, closing the distance between you again. "Don’t apologize, doll. I’m not mad." He said lowly, his smirk fading into a soft smile.

You nodded quickly, turning away suddenly and walking towards Maisy's car to retrieve your board and skate home. God, you had spoken to him more than you ever did in these 8 years of pining after him. And it was so nerve wrecking, having someone have some much control over you without even knowing.

As you walked away, JJ couldn't help but feel a bit of disappointment that you were leaving already. He watched you walk towards Maisy's car, and a part of him wanted to call out to you to stay, but he didn't.

He couldn't quite understand why, but there was something about you that he found strangely captivating. Despite the fact that you were very shy and awkward around him, he felt strangely drawn to you. He didn’t want the conversation to end just yet.

He thought about calling out to you to wait, but something stopped him. He wasn't sure what it was, but he couldn't bring himself to speak up. Instead, he just watched as you walked away, his eyes fixed on your retreating form.

Maybe it was the way you had looked at him with those shy, behind-the-glasses eyes, or the soft, almost sarcastic responses you had given him despite your quiet nature. Something just made him want to keep talking to you, even if all you did was just nod and stay silent most of the time. Maybe that's what JJ needed, someone quiet enough to help him ground his loudness. But that thought was shaken away when he realized you were a stranger and the 2 of you might not even interact ever again.

JJ was still standing there at base of the porch steps, watching as you opened the back seat of Maisy's car. He raised an eyebrow at the state of the car, thinking to himself about how messy it was. As you retrieved your board from under the pile of clothes and Gatorade bottles, he watched your every movement intently.

When you suddenly turned around and waved at him, JJ couldn’t help but feel a fluttering in his chest. He couldn’t quite understand why, but he found the gesture strangely adorable.

He raised his hand in response, waving back at you.

"Night, mouse. Don't get lost on the way home."

He called out, his smirk returning to his face. He couldn't help but tease you a little before you left, it was too hard not to poke at your shy demeanor.

You couldn't help but smile at his use of the nickname again, placing your board on the sidewalk and glancing at him one last time before finally forcing yourself to skate away down the sidewalk, the sound of the party becoming distant as you skated down the street.

JJ watched as you placed your board on the sidewalk and started skating away. He couldn’t help but notice the small smile that had appeared on your face when he had called you 'mouse' again. He felt a small twinge of satisfaction being the cause of the smile, even if it was a small one.

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A/n: Okay so... what do we think about the first interaction? I decided mid-way that I'm making this multiple parts..☆*: .｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆ if this does well I'll post part 2.. JJ is such a yapper, and the reader is.. not. I'll take this down if people don't read it but i have an entire story about these 2 :( I'm just curious if this was too long

Divider credits: @cafekitsune

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[whatohitsonfirewelp]

People are upset that JJ is dead and I don’t get it.

I love him, but I don’t think this is a bad thing.

While it’s unrealistic other main characters would die. It sets a darker tone on the show. It creates the idea that the main characters, the good guys, these CHILDREN, are not untouchable. They’re very mortal.

It’s what I wish stranger things did with Max.

I love these characters, but I don’t want them untouchable. I want the stakes raised. I want to know that they can die, that one of them DID die.

[isasweetie]

⋆｡˚ ☼ 𝓈𝓊𝓃𝓃𝓎!𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

sunny radiates every single room she’s in. her smile feels like summer, and lights up those around her. things like wearing cozy socks in pastel colours, or sipping a strawberry lemonade on the beach in a pink bikini (with pope by her side, of course), or following brookie yancey’d hair tutorials make her feel complete. she comes from a warm and well-off family, but prefers spending her days barefoot in the sand with the pogues, over attending a fancy dinner at the country club. she’s smart, giggly, polite, and prefers to keep negative feelings to herself. she never wants to burden anybody with her presence if she’s upset. her parents own the most famous smoothie shop in outerbanks, so she works there. she shows pope the beauty in simplicity. a perfect day to her means sitting outside in the sun by the pool, while reading a book under pope’s arm and stealing sips of his drink.

[thxtmarvelchick]

JJ Valentine’s Fic Recs

in honour of Valentine’s Day (weekend bc i’m posting this late), here are my favourite fics of JJ Maybank that made the holiday a little less depressing <3 (this was originally supposed to be all obx characters but i got carried away but trust i have SO MANY MORE for the rest of the pogues (and more jj) so i’ll do a part 2 eventually)

only got the courage to post this because of @tinypinkrobot so this is for them <3

most if not all fics are x fem!reader and some are 18+ (therefore i would prefer minors not to interact with this post but i do not have the time nor the energy to check everyone’s acc), the authors are NOT responsible for your internet consumption (nor am i); be responsible, pay attention, and respect the authors boundaries! (all 18+ fics will be labelled! MINORS DNI)

Outerbanks

JJ Maybank

full length fics+series

His To Keep by @pankowperfection (18+)

smut, kinda dark JJ, oral (f receiving), branding

i first read this fic almost three months ago and i still think about it all the time (i have the link in my notes app im not kidding), this author is so talented go read all their fics tbh they kill it everytime, i go to their account and reread everything all the time

summer lovin’ by @murdockcastleslut (18+ blog)

ongoing series, kook!jj, pogue!reader, if jj was raised by larissa, rafe and reader have some history

look… i will eat up every kook!jj fic that is thrown my way. the way the author writes jj and the interactions between him and reader😩, the plot is so intriguing and im always so excited for every new chapter. ALSO reader is SO jj’s girl like he is so down bad, expect cute petnames (HE CALLS HER PRINCESS ICANYSIAKSKSOSIJWIDISJSKS and then he pulled out a “my darling angel” once and im pretty sure i passed out). honestly go read all of her works bc holy shit every single one of them is fantastic.

teach me please by @mrsriddlenott (18+)

smut, bsf!jj, innocent!reader, oral (m&f receiving), reader overhears someone talking badly ab them (indirect bullying), use of good girl🤭

this is another one i’ve had in my notes app since it was posted, since then the author has written a part two and both parts are so incredibly written. their dynamic and the way you can TELL they’ve been wanting each other for so long is EVERYTHING

love on the island by @papercranesandinkstains

ongoing series, love island!au

if you follow me and pay attention to my reposts you knew this was coming… i have said it once and will say it again this is my favourite SMAU (tied with rhythm&revelry) i’ve ever read and it’s not even finished yet. the amount of time and effort put into this fic truly pays off because WOW. the graphics are beautiful. interactive polls. BANTER. jj is fumbling over himself he is so into reader😭enough said go read it.

Rhythm & Revelry by @darlingchronicles

ongoing series, university au, SMAU

the creativity is simply insane, i can’t even imagine how long it takes the author to do these chapters because she’s truly created a whole world to the point where sometimes i forget it’s not actually an app and is actually a fanfic. the relationships between characters is so beautifully developed and it’s not all romance. you get really amazing insights into the friendships between the reader (nicknamed blue) and sarah, cleo and pope. honestly i can’t even explain in words how much i love this fic. definitely a comfort fic (and i LOVE making up theories in my head as to what happened in the past iykyk). this is a long one so great for passing time (or if you’re me, ignoring your responsibilities and binging the whole thing bc you’re simply too hooked)

Kildare University by @papercranesandinkstains

completed series, two different endings (JJ or Rafe endgame depending on your preference), university au, jj plays football, reader is in band, rafe is readers ex, SMAU

ok i couldn’t just put ONE of her fanfics on here let’s be real everything this author writes turns to gold. immaculate build up, amazing chemistry, the way you can choose who reader ends up with is everything to me bc i might’ve curled up in a ball and died if i didn’t see a jj endgame. BUT everyone can be happy (ADDITIONALLY if you’re a jj AND rafe person you get double chapters sooooo what’s not to love)

narcotic by @thebestjjenthusiast

completed series, SMAU, bsf!jj

you can tell the author has an elite sense of humor bc they have me cackling at 3am. also JJ is DOWN BAD for reader it’s so funny, like expect CONSTANT flirting… this man is practically begging reader to get with him and reader is OBLIVIOUS😭, the flirting has me blushing so hard i have to pause reading sometimes just to giggle into my pillow AND the ending is perfect

summer was my first love by @vampiriito (18+) pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4 pt.5 pt.6

ongoing series, shy! reader, reader has social anxiety, READER WEARS GLASSES (glasses girls rise), reader has secretly had a crush on jj for like ever but he’s always been “out of her reach”… or so she thought

the build-up. readers characterization and the depiction of her social anxiety are everything to me. jj is so soft for her and he doesn’t even fully know it or understand why at first. i’ve cried multiple times reading this series AND NOT EVEN BC ITS SAD just because i feel so seen and represented. this author genuinely writes so well i cannot wait for the next part🥹

Biker!JJ Oneshot by @highpope

biker!jj, motorbike stunt

this had me blushing and giggling i’m not kidding. jj is so soft with reader and reassures her when she gets scared. when he called her pretty girl i think i passed out. the flirting in this makes me flustered no matter how many times i read it😭

First Date Oneshot by @jjsloverre

bsf!jj, sweetheart!reader, fluff, mentions of sex but no smut

the dynamic between bsf!jj and sweetheart!reader is one of my favourites. they are honestly everything to me. he’s so sweet and caring towards her (but expect innuendos and cursing bc it’s jj we all know he can’t help it). additionally you have to check out their other bsf!jj and sweetheart!reader fics too!!!

Gossip Girl by @maybejj (18+)

ongoing series, SMAU, pay attention to the trigger warnings at the beginning of each chapter

DRAMAAAAAAAAAA. the plot will grasp your attention and not let go and next thing you know it’s 5am and you have class in 3 hours (not at all speaking from experience that’d be crazyyyy id never do that…🥲). JJ LOVES reader and would probably kill for them. readers friendship with kie, sarah and cleo is EVERYTHING, they are truly readers ride or dies.

secret admirer by @voidangxls

part two

kook!reader, pure fluff, jj is DOWN BAD, part of a valentines special

hands down THE CUTEST thing i’ve ever read on this app. jj gets teased by the pogues for not being able to talk to reader😭 the dual pov makes it so interesting bc you can see how in love jj is and wonder how the hell reader hasn’t noticed him staring them down 24/7😭😭 will be rereading everyday.

-blurbs/drabbles/texts (not gonna make notes on these ones but know i have every single one in my notes app and reread them CONSTANTLY, these authors are so incredibly talented <3)

Boy in Love by @everydaydreamer (18+ blog)

pure fluff, valentines blurb

texts with jj by @lillymmb

boyfriend!jj, fluff, jj LOVES reader

breeding kink concept by @moremaybank (18+)

implied but no smut, breeding kink (duh😭)

black cat!reader by @ervotica (18+)

black cat!reader, use of daddy, once again jj LOVES reader, reader is grumpy

texts with jj and desi!reader by @deadpcnned

desi!reader, jj in a kurta😩, established relationship, i just love this

boyfriend!jj by @lovelyjj

“wear whatever you want i can fight”😩, jj can throw a punch, fluff fluff fluff

passenger princess by @rubiehart (18+)

jj being fine, groping, use of “my girl”🤭

valentine’s day with jj by @seasprincess

established relationship, jj saves up to buy reader gifts, pure fluff

[twins-write]

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hiii could you do something with rafe and a beach day please? love ur fics sm ❤️❤️❤️

thank you lovely <3 i am living for these fluff concepts, KEEP EM COMIN xxxx

╰┈➤ beach day with soft!rafe hc’s

warnings: a tad nsfw if you squint, fluff overload

: ̗̀➛ rafe was like an excited puppy when y/n finally told him what she wanted to do for her birthday this year.

: ̗̀➛ she wanted to spend the full day at the beach.

: ̗̀➛ why? he had no idea, but if that was all she wanted to do he was going to make sure it was the best day ever.

: ̗̀➛ he’d wake her up at first light, having planned out the whole day.

: ̗̀➛ “hey birthday girl, time to get up..”

: ̗̀➛ “baby, it’s three in the morning..”

: ̗̀➛ “yeah, we’re going to see the sunrise, come on..”

: ̗̀➛ and while she got up and got dressed, he’d pack the car.

: ̗̀➛ he’d make sure to bring everything they would need to spend the day at the beach.

: ̗̀➛ a cooler for snacks and drinks, a disposable barbecue, fire wood, blankets, towels, changes of clothes, one of his hoodies because he knew she preferred his.

: ̗̀➛ and lastly, a birthday cake, made specially for her.

: ̗̀➛ when he told her he’d planned every second of the day, he really meant it.

: ̗̀➛ once he’d finished packing, he headed upstairs to collect her.

: ̗̀➛ “c’mon angel, let me carry you to the car”

: ̗̀➛ he carried his sleepy princess to his range rover, making sure she was comfortable and buckled in safely.

: ̗̀➛ the half hour drive to the beach went by quickly as she dozed off in the passenger side.

: ̗̀➛ rafe chose a small beach on the island, one where they wouldn’t be bothered too much.

: ̗̀➛ putting his car in park, he peppered kisses over her face as she stirred awake.

: ̗̀➛ “birthday celebrations start now pretty girl, c’mon”

: ̗̀➛ he chuckled as she stumbled out of the car in a sleepy daze.

: ̗̀➛ early mornings were quite chilly in kildare, so she’d opted for a pair of his sweatpants and a hoodie over the top of her bikini.

: ̗̀➛ he held her hand graciously as she followed closely behind him, careful not to fall.

: ̗̀➛ she settled on top of a towel while rafe set everything up around them, leaving a few pieces in the car that they wouldn’t need until later.

: ̗̀➛ he’d even brought pillows, and while she adored his thoughtfulness, she dreaded having to get the sound out of them once they got home.

: ̗̀➛ finally situated, they cuddled on top of the towels and blankets, watching the stars as the waves crashed further down the beach.

: ̗̀➛ instead of watching the sunrise, he chose to watch her instead, his heart fluttering as the bright gleam reflected in her eyes.

: ̗̀➛ “what are you looking at?”

: ̗̀➛ “you”

: ̗̀➛ once the sun had claimed it’s spot in the sky, the heat began to settle over the outerbanks, resulting in y/n frantically removing her comfy clothes.

: ̗̀➛ “oh my god, too hot! too hot! m’gonna die”

: ̗̀➛ rafe eyed the pink bikini she’d chosen for the day, observing how it hugged and complimented her curves.

: ̗̀➛ “do you have a boner?”

: ̗̀➛ “angel, i always have a boner when im with you..”

: ̗̀➛ around eleven, the sun had reached its peak, provoking y/n to apply the sun cream rafe had brought.

: ̗̀➛ “here, let me do it princess”

: ̗̀➛ “rafe, im a big girl, i can do it myself”

: ̗̀➛ “shh, todays your special day, you’re not lifting a finger”

: ̗̀➛ y/n moaned slightly as rafe straddled her bum, massaging her back.

: ̗̀➛ “baby, if you don’t stop that im going to fuck you right here..”

: ̗̀➛ lots of beach sex.

: ̗̀➛ after a while of sunbathing and reading, the pair decided to go for a swim.

: ̗̀➛ y/n tied her hair back as she waded through the light waves, enjoying the warmth of the water.

: ̗̀➛ rafe dove in immediately, thrashing about like a child.

: ̗̀➛ y/n looked around, frantic, when rafe disappeared beneath the surface.

: ̗̀➛ shrieking as he suddenly pulled her under by her legs.

: ̗̀➛ “you’re an asshole, you know that right?”

: ̗̀➛ “yeah…but you love it”

: ̗̀➛ making out in the ocean was a must.

: ̗̀➛ “you know, there’s nobody here yet..” she whispered suggestively.

: ̗̀➛ rafe didn’t even need to respond, immediately pulling her bikini bottoms aside.

: ̗̀➛ they spent the whole day like that, in and out of the sea, sunbathing, reading, eating.

: ̗̀➛ by nightfall, they’d watch the sunset together, y/n inbetween rafe’s legs, resting against him.

: ̗̀➛ “i’ve had the best day, thank you rafe”

: ̗̀➛ “anything for you angel”

[pankowcrumbs]

The alarm clock X Rudy Pankow (requested)

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Every morning without fail, the routine began. It didn’t matter if I was dead to the world, half-asleep, or just not in the mood for human interaction before coffee. Rudy Pankow had made it his mission to be the most energetic force of nature to ever exist before 8 a.m.

The door to my room burst open with dramatic flair, sunlight streaming in like an accomplice to his antics. “GOOD MORNING, BEST FRIEND!” Rudy bellowed, his voice echoing through the room as if he were announcing a royal decree.

I groaned, pulling the duvet over my head in protest. “Go away, Rudy.”

“Absolutely not,” he replied cheerfully, as though I’d just invited him to breakfast. “The day awaits! Adventure! Laughter! Friendship!”

From the other side of the room, I heard Drew’s muffled voice through the adjoining wall. “You do realise it’s 7 a.m., right? Some of us don’t wake up like we’re starring in a Disney film.”

Rudy ignored him, of course. He walked over to my bed and dramatically flopped onto it, his weight nearly bouncing me off the other side. “Come on, Y/N. You can’t hide forever. Rise and shine!”

With a groan, I peeked out from under the duvet, giving him my best zombie glare. “You are way too happy this early.”

“And you’re way too grumpy,” he shot back, grinning like the human embodiment of sunshine. “It’s called balance.”

“Do you know what else it’s called?” I said, grabbing the nearest pillow. “It’s called this!”

I hurled the pillow at him, aiming for his face. He caught it mid-air with reflexes that were far too quick for someone who hadn’t even had coffee yet. “Nice try,” he said, laughing as he tossed it aside.

From the doorway, Drew appeared, leaning casually against the frame with a coffee mug in hand. “He’s like a golden retriever, isn’t he?” Drew said, shaking his head in disbelief. “Too much energy. Too much loyalty. Too much Rudy.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” Rudy replied, sitting up proudly.

“It wasn’t,” I muttered, rubbing my eyes and trying to will myself awake.

Drew sipped his coffee and smirked. “You know he’s never going to stop, right?”

“Oh, I know,” I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. “He’s like an unkillable morning person. A morning person on steroids.”

Rudy gasped, placing a hand on his chest as if I’d mortally wounded him. “Unkillable? Morning person? On steroids? I prefer to think of myself as your personal motivation guru.”

I threw another pillow at him. This time, it landed squarely on his head.

Drew laughed as Rudy dramatically fell back onto the bed, clutching the pillow like it had taken him out. “You’re both ridiculous,” Drew said, turning to leave. “But at least it’s entertaining.”

Rudy peeked out from under the pillow and grinned at me. “See? Even Drew thinks I’m the best part of your morning.”

I rolled my eyes, but deep down, I knew I wouldn’t change it for the world.

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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!💕

Tag-list*:･ﾟ✧ @cali-888, @bee-43, @jjscoquette, @melsbels-zip, @stanseventeen @imsiriuslyreal

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[findroleplay]

「 about me 」 hi! i am twenty-nine years old. currently looking for literate writers that are twenty one plus. i can write anywhere from 200-1000+ words depending on your preference. i roleplay over discord, email, or google docs. i only double and prefer oc x canon pairings. lgbtq+ ships welcome.

「 fandoms 」 bridgerton, criminal minds, fbi, friends, full house, harry potter, marvel, outerbanks, supernatural, top gun, twilight, x-men.

「 communication 」 if you’re interested, please leave a like & i’ll reach out to you asap! i do not roleplay over tumblr, so once we’ve established what we want to do, i will share my discord!

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[foreveronnetflix]

Hello. Mod Tallulah here.

I had been going back and forth for a while about whether or not I should address this because it was just a Twitter mess. However, this mess has escalated to bullying and harassment, so I'm just going to say what I need to say and lay it to rest. Fair warning: This is a long-ish post.

We can all agree that Lovie Simone and Michael Cooper Jr. have excellent chemistry as Justin and Keisha (or Jeisha as I prefer to call them), and they really brought the characters and their relationship to life. HOWEVER, this blog does not condone shipping Lovie and Michael.

For context, people have been speculating that Lovie and Michael are secretly dating and have referred to them as "his girl" and "her man." Some have stated that this is just a joke, but it's not funny. We have no evidence that they're dating, but they are good friends and coworkers. If they choose to date, that's fine and cool, but it's none of our business at the end of the day.

Shipping celebrities, especially with their coworkers, is weird and creepy. Also, there have been incidents of actors becoming too uncomfortable to work together because of the fandom shipping them irl (and I think that's what happened with the Outerbanks fandom, but I'm not entirely sure). Not to mention how fandom doesn't respect boundaries when it comes to the celebrities having partners irl. I've seen on multiple occasions how fandom has attacked, harassed, and belittled celebrities' partners because of irl shipping. I, and others, do not want this for Lovie Simone and or Michael Cooper Jr.

Another thing about this that I find bothersome is how the shipping has centered Lovie and Michael in each other's journeys. Lovie Simone has been in the industry for years, and the people (like myself) who have supported her since Greenleaf and Selah and the Spades waited years for her to have the moment she's having right now, so it's disheartening to see new fans come in and center her moment around him. Vice versa, Michael Cooper Jr is fairly new, and while I haven't seen him in other projects, he earned this moment that he's having right now and doesn't deserve to have Lovie centered in his moment. Yes, this is their moment collectively, but they also have the right to enjoy it separately.

If the chemistry between Michael and Lovie has inspired you to write a story with them as different characters, that's fine and normal (and please send me those), but wanting them to be a couple irl is weird and creepy and shouldn't be done. Nor should people be harassed by people wanting to ship them.

Thank you for reading this post, and I'm doing my best to keep this blog safe and drama-free.

[glittersparks]

after a long hiatus I’m so game for a discord saltburn roleplay, please someone gimme! I’ve got hella muse for Felix Catton but I’m happy to double up as anyone else to add a bit of spice. please only 18+, I’m fully lit and I tend to write at least two paragraphs if not more because I’m a sucker for detail (and I ramble) I also only write in third person, and prefer mxf with myself playing the male because for some reason I suck being a girl. so if I match your vibe hit me up and we can get brainstorming my lovelies.

also if anyone wants to give me a outerbanks roleplay I’d adore you, I’ve been dying to play either a JJ, John B or Rafe!

or we could do something based loosely off the whole outerbanks plot with our own babies.

much love xo

[cal-flakes]

i am completely obsessed with this whole soft dom dealer rafe, and i was wondering if you could just make a head canon of how he’s an asshole to everyone but her

the comfort in realising others think the same as me is amazing AHHHHH

╰┈➤ dealer!rafe hc’s

warnings: swearing, slightly nsfw, mentions of drugs and weapons.

: ̗̀➛ rafe cameron was an asshole, everyone in the outerbanks knew it very well.

: ̗̀➛ most people avoided him, whether that was down to him just being a complete dick, or the lifestyle he got himself mixed up in.

: ̗̀➛ he wasn’t a huge people person, and he certainly didn’t trust easily.

: ̗̀➛ he spent most of his time with barry, cutting deals and selling drugs together.

: ̗̀➛ that was until she came along.

: ̗̀➛ she, with the most contagious smile, who demanded his attention without even realising it.

: ̗̀➛ she was a sweet girl, too kind for her own good.

: ̗̀➛ she was the exact opposite of rafe cameron.

: ̗̀➛ but that was what drew him to her.

: ̗̀➛ he’d turn up at the wreck, where she worked, almost everyday and offer her a ride home.

: ̗̀➛ she always turned it down, hesitant to get mixed up with the man she’d heard so many bad things about.

: ̗̀➛ but he wasn’t like that with her, not at all.

: ̗̀➛ he was ecstatic the day she agreed.

: ̗̀➛ it became a routine from then on, he’d go about his shady business during the day, drive over to the wreck and wait for her shift to finish.

: ̗̀➛ they’d sit there for an hour or so, talking about anything and everything.

: ̗̀➛ once a relationship was established between the two, he was down bad.

: ̗̀➛ and when his friends mentioned it? oh he hated that shit.

: ̗̀➛ “man, you’ve snatched up a hidden gem country club!”

: ̗̀➛ “shut up barry”

: ̗̀➛ “hey top, you think rafe’s boned her yet? i heard y/n’s a prude, never lets up..”

: ̗̀➛ “keep her fucking name out of your mouth”

: ̗̀➛ little did they know, she was bending to his will every night, literally.

: ̗̀➛ he adored the way she was everything he wasn’t, that was what made them such a good pair.

: ̗̀➛ she was a sworn rafe cameron sympathiser, she knew he could be mean, she knew he could be violent, but she also knew why.

: ̗̀➛ he kept her away from his family the best he could, not wanting them to taint her anymore than he already had.

: ̗̀➛ he struggled when it came to his sisters however, y/n got along so well with them. and though he’d never admit it, it warmed his heart.

: ̗̀➛ “hey, where you going princess?”

: ̗̀➛ “oh, wheezie said she needed help with something..”

: ̗̀➛ “hm..she never asked me..”

: ̗̀➛ “maybe she just prefers a happy soul? someone who lightens the mood?”

: ̗̀➛ “oh shut up, im not that bad”

: ̗̀➛ “oh yes you are, you big grump”

: ̗̀➛ the doors to an insiders take on his lifestyle we’re double locked, for her at least.

: ̗̀➛ the last thing he wanted was for her to end up hurt, in anyway.

: ̗̀➛ and keeping her away from that, staying quiet about the soft girlfriend he had back at home, was his best bet.

: ̗̀➛ but when his worst nightmare came true? when she was nabbed by some nasty people before she arrived at work, he couldn’t think straight.

: ̗̀➛ if anything he himself got meaner, more volatile.

: ̗̀➛ he stopped at nothing to make sure he got her home safely, he and barry stocked up on firearms before storming the house she was being kept in for ransom.

: ̗̀➛ his heart almost broke in half when he saw her frail, broken state.

: ̗̀➛ “i’ve got you angel, i’ve got you..”

: ̗̀➛ where he could help it, he swore to never let her out of his sight again.

: ̗̀➛ from then, he was always a few week behind her, scanning the areas they frequented for threats.

: ̗̀➛ wherever she went, rafe cameron was never far behind.

: ̗̀➛ she had him wrapped around her little finger.

[blairyfalry]

------------ ✫彡 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫

muses

she / her , PST

i'm a fairly active partner, especially ooc. i like being friends with the people i write with as i'm quite a chatty person and i get rather enthusiastic about ships / dynamics so i could go on and on for hours about whatever we plot. being said, i am steering away from smut focused plots right now. i gravitate towards people who are similar, enthusiastic about plotting and chatty. i like to do things like make pinterest boards, playlists, share headcanons, etc. so if you're similar, we'll get along great!

⁽ 1 ⁾ when it comes to plotting, i really love in-depth plotting. if you're the type that replies to everything with whatever you want or up to you, we're probably not going to get along well. i will always put a lot of effort into coming up with ideas and things so i ask that the same sort of effort is given back as well. i want us to both love the dynamic we're plotting!

⁽ 2 ⁾ i write the following: canons, ocs, canonxcanon, ocxcanon and ocxoc. i have preference for ocs and for ocxoc and canonxoc. i also write mxf and fxf, inclusive of trans/nb muses. i have a heavy preference for writing female muses but i am happy to double so long as we both put in the same sort of energy into both plots.

⁽ 3 ⁾ in terms of content preferences, i heavily lean towards dark, mature, taboo themes. with that being said, i do also love fluffy sweetness! i'm always happy to have a good mix of both. i also do write smut and i enjoy a good balanced ratio between smut and plot. i'm happy to share kinks / limits and things in private. i don't typically like writing smut without much plot, i always at least a bit of plot. some of the themes / types of plots i enjoy are: age gaps (no minors), forbidden / secret relationships, certain power dynamics, corruption, crime/mafia related, pregnancy plots, small town plots, mumus, celebrities, fake dating, arranged marriage, apocalypse, cheating / affairs. in terms of some of the fandoms i enjoy (this list is definitely not conclusive so we can chat about it!): criminal minds, school spirits, love island, divergent, hunger games, the flash/arrowverse , outerbanks, etc.

⁽ 4 ⁾ i am big big big pro-communication. i am absence friendly but not ghost friendly. i will always communicate with my partner about any absences or if i just need to take a break or if i'm losing muse for something. i ask for the same from you. i've had way too many experiences recently of people just disappearing for weeks on end without a single word or just leaving servers without saying anything. all i ask is for some communication. if you're losing muse, let me know! we can refresh / rework our dynamic, try something new, etc, or we can call it a day. sometimes it just doesn't work out and that's okay! if you need to step away and take a break or just need to be absent, that will never bother me at all! i will happily sit back and wait so long as you communicate that with me. i really hope i don't come off as a stickler for this but i've been experiencing this a lot lately and it's so disheartening when i get really engaged and enthusiastic about a dynamic only for it to just either fizzle out because of disappearances or for it to end altogether without a word. this is, of course, not applicable to being away for a few days and not saying anything, etc, i'm more so referring to ghosting for weeks at a time!

last update ; 02/14/2025

[vanityrift]

               UNLOCKING   ELEANOR   "NORY"   MADDOX   ꗃ

₊   ☆   ﾟ   INCOMING   TEXT:     omg   hv   u   met   ELEANOR   “NORY”   MADDOX   of   the   NARIZA  BOIS   yet   ?   they’re   one   of   the   crew’s   street   racers   n   actually   go   by   HEAVEN.   the   twenty   five   y/o   is   typically   seen   hanging   arnd   nariza  auto.   allegedly   they’re   frm   new  orleans,  la   n   hv   been   w/   the   crew   for   THREE   YEARS.   wtvr.   just   watch   out   for   them,   k   ?   ttyl   !

               OVERVIEW    ꗃ    AESTHETICS.

a  pair  of  headphones  rattling  from  the  volume.  the  wall  between  you  &  yourself.  abundant  arrogance.  an  eat  before  your  are  eaten  mentality.  shaking  hands  as  you  hold  the  wheel.  t  he  lingering  smell  of  rose  petals.  holes  down  the  length  of  your  tights.  the  resounding  buzz  of  busted  car  speakers.  all  the  loyalty  of  a  junkyard  dog,  biting  the  hand  that  feeds.

               OVERVIEW    ꗃ    STATISTICS.

full  name:  eleanor  leighton  maddox.  /  nickname(s):  nory  [preferred].  /  alias:  heaven.  /  birthdate:  october  19,  1982  (  25).  /  birthplace:  new  orleans,  louisiana.  /  zodiac  signs:  libra  sun,  scorpio  moon,  virgo  rising.  /  gender  +  pronouns:  cis  woman  +  she&her.  /  orientation:  bisexual. faceclaim:  mikey  madison.  /  height:  5ft,  3in.  /  hair  color:  black  (box  -  dyed  frequently).  /  hair  style:  straight  down  her  back,  almost  never  styled.  /  eye  color:  brown.  /  tattoos  +  piercings:  yes,  see  pinterest.  /  scars:  plenty,  but  a  noticeable  one  across  her  sternum  &  in  her  hairline  from  her  worst  car  accident. education  level:  high  school  graduate.  /  occupation:  fully  committed  to  street  racing  (&  a  part  time  nuisance  around  nariza  auto).  /  crew:  nariza  boys  -  joined  3  yrs  ago.  /  residence:  apartment  near  nariza  auto. positive  traits:  decisive,  loyal,  tenacious.  /  negative  traits:  crestfallen,  impetuous,  pugnacious.  /  sociability:  moderate  to  low  (tends  to  stick  with  her  crew).  /  emotional  stability:  low.  /  character  study:  buffy  (buffy  the  vampire  slayer),  satine  (moulin  rouge),  somehow  jules  +  maddy  (euphoria),  cassie  (promising  young  woman),  sailor  mars  (sailor  moon),  summer  (500  days  of  summer),  natalie  (yellowjackets),  kat  (10  things  i  hate  about  you),  jenny  (gossip  girl),  jj  (outerbanks).

               HEADCANONS    ꗃ    (   CLIPPED   )   INTERVIEW.

tell   the   story   behind   your   alias.

                      ❝  think  it  started  as  some  kinda  shitty  pick  up  line.  someone  breezin'  by,  askin'  when  a  little  slice  of  heaven  walked  in.  ❞     nory  scoffs,   though  it's  not  like  she  hasn't  committed  it  to  memory.     ❝  then  they  see  my  necklace  and  they're  like,  ah  shit,   that  works.  here  i  am.  ❞     in  a  way  that's  almost  instinctual,  her  hand  raises  to  press  against  the  cross  that's  dangling  from  her  necklace.  she  may  not  be  devout  any  longer,  but  she  was  here.  &  after  her  accident—  that's  a  miracle  within  itself.     ❝  should've  heard  the  shit  they  said  when  i  got  of  the  hospital.  like  it  was  heaven's  second  -  comin'.  ❞

have   you   found   a   ‘family'   within   your   crew?   (if   not,   would   you   ever   consider   swapping?)

                      ❝  i  mean—   yeah.  they're  the  closest  thing  i've  got  to  it.  ❞     the  answer  is  followed  by  a  long  pause,  brow  arching  to  ask  the  question  before  she  can  voice  it.     ❝  —is  this  gettin'  back  to  them  ?  ❞  another  pause,   just  as  she's  waved  on  to  proceed  with  the  answer.     ❝  i  came  up  on  the  crew  right  after  i  got  to  miami.  and  i  was  fuckin'  lost,  i  mean–   dad  had  just  died  &  i  had  no  one.  like–  who  would've  thought  ?  little  stop  light  race  turned  into  like,  a  whole  thing.  ❞

               HEADCANONS    ꗃ    BEGINNINGS.

enter  -  eleanor  maddox.

the  loyal  daughter  of  a  new  orleans  mechanic  ;  so  loyal  that  she  followed  him  like  a  shadow  around  the  questionable  -  at  -  best  auto  shop.  no  questions  asked,  they  would  fix  whatever  car  rolled  into  their  bays.

the  passion  for  cars  began  with  an  innocent  &  lingering  curiosity  about  what  her  dad  did  each  day.  asking  the  other  mechanics  questions  helped  bring  her  out  of  her  shell,  but  it  presented  a  problem:  people  would  often  quip  on  how  cute  it  was  that  she  followed  her  father's  footsteps,  but  nory  knew  she  didn't  want  to  be  cute  about  this—  she  wanted  to  be  the  best.  so  she  committed  to  it  !  visiting  the  shop  after  school  everyday,  she  kept  a  small  journal  to  make  note  of  the  common  issues  &  their  quick  fixes.  the  first  time  she  heard  this  isn't  how  you're  supposed  to  do  it,  but  it  works,  her  eyes  may  have  formed  into  hearts.

summer  rolls  around  &  one  of  the  younger  mechanics  at  her  dad's  shop  wheels  in  a  1992  mustang.  people  gripe  at  him,  asking  if  he's  really  going  to  'botch  that  beauty',  but  he  just  grins—  and  13  year  old  nory  is  enamored  by  the  thought.  she  keeps  up  with  her  understudy  work,  learning  all  the  correct  ways  to  fix  a  car.  but  she  also  kept  a  watchful  eye  on  this  side  project,  fascinated  by  the  way  he  bent  all  elements  of  the  car  into  something  more.

begin  -  for  the  love  of  cars.

at  sixteen,  her  mother's  well  -  loved  1991  honda  civic  si  fell  into  her  hands.  more  than  anything  in  the  world,  nory  wanted  to  take  the  car  apart  &  reassemble  it,  piece  by  piece—  but  that  earned  a  swift  NO  from  her  father  &  other  workers  at  the  shop.  (  "daily  cars  should  be  left  alone,  especially  when  they  belong  to  a  16  year  old."  –or  whatever  they  said.  )  she  listened  ...  for  the  most  part.  all  the  inner  workings  of  the  honda  were  left  alone,  but  they  couldn't  stop  her  from  customizing  the  interior.  it  began  with  a  set  of  seat  covers,  then  it  was  the  shifter,  then  her  interior  handles.  it  moved  onto  things  like  an  upgraded  stereo  system  &  custom  headlights.  her  mother  was  baffled  by  the  amount  of  time  she  wanted  to  spend  in  that  'old  hunk  of  metal'—  though  it  was  expressed  with  a  certain  air  of  fondness.  she  had  watched  nory  grow  up  in  the  backseat,  after  all.  per  her  mothers  instances,  the  car  was  fully  stocked:  small   pouches   and   bins   for   everything   to   find   a   home,   and   a   small   survival   kit   (   per   her   mother’s   insistence   -   ‘if   you’re   going   to   spend   all   that   time   in   there,   you   have   to   be   prepared’   ).

the  longer  she  sat  behind  the  wheel,  the  more  interested  she  became  in  making  the  car  better.  still  met  with  firm  no's  on  toying  with  the  honda,  she  began  saving  up  her  money.  a  part  time  job  at  the  auto  shop  &  another  at  a  cafe  in  the  city.  it  took  some  time,  but  at  19  years  old,  nory  finally  purchased  a  1999  subaru  impreza  from  one  of  the  men  at  the  shop.

this  car  was  her  dream  come  true.  entirely  hers  too,  so  no  one  could  stop  her  now.  her  father  liked  to  pretend  it  was  a  hassle,  but  he  never  denied  staying  late  in  the  shop  to  help  her  with  the  car.  it  was  undoubtedly  nory's  most  prized  possession.

end  -  a  study  in  loss.

               SECTION  TWS:  CAR  ACCIDENTS,  PARENTAL  DEATH,  AND  GRIEF

soon  after  they  declared  the  project  car  finished,  tragedy  struck.   in  2002,   her  parents  set  off  on  what  was  meant  to  be  a  week  long  trip  in  celebration  of  their  anniversary.   true  to  himself,   her  dad  had  pitched  a  romantic  roadtrip  &  nominated  nory  to  fill  in  for  him  at  work.   just  two  days  into  her  drive,   nory's  phone  lit  up  with  an  unknown  number.   the  north  carolina  police  department  came  through  the  other  line,  informing  her  that  her  parents  had  been  in  an  accident.   a  13  car  pile-up  on  the  interstate.

one  call   —   &  nory's  life  changed  forever.   after  the  loss  of  her  parents,  coming  back  to  her  childhood  home  felt  suffocating.  there  were  too  many  loose  ends  to  tie-up,  too  many  closets  to  go  through,  to  many  things  to  get  rid  of—  so  she  removed  herself  from  the  equation.  sold  everything  (including  her  honda),  packed  her  favorite  memories  into  the  subaru,  &  got  the  hell  out  of  dodge.

               HEADCANONS    ꗃ    MISCELLANEOUS.

restart   -   arriving   in   miami   &   finding   a   family. 

nory  ventured  along  to  gulf  for  several  weeks,   looking  for  a  promising  job  and  somewhere  that  could  feel  like  home.   pent  up  emotions  came  with  the  avoidance  of  her  grief  &  the  only  outlet  she  had  was  driving.   traffic  light  races,  to  be  exact.  cocky  challengers  spotting  a  well  modded  car  &  wounded  egos  when  they  realized  they  had  been  bested.   racing  was  fun,  she  felt  the  excitement  in  her  veins,  a  spark  she  thought  that  she  had  lost.   she  heard  whispers  of  a  booming  car  scene  in  miami,   so  that's  exactly  where  she  set  her  sights.

it  was  exactly  as  people  described  it;   a  lively  city  with  an  underground  car  world  to  compete  with  the  best.   she  managed  to  score  a  job  within  a  small  auto  shop,   always  leaving  an  ear  out  for  talk  of  car  meets.   she  attended  all  of  them,   standing  proudly  with  her  subaru.   it  left  an  impression,   but  no  one  ever  followed  up  on  her  racing  abilities.

when  news  broke  of  the  nariza  bois  splitting  off  from  their  original  crew,  a  lot  of  people  turned  their  noses  up  at  them–   but  nory  saw  an  opportunity.   (  they'd  have  to  want  to  get  their  numbers  up,   right?  )   and  it  worked  !   she  managed  to  land  herself  a  place  as  a  racer  after  winning  an  unofficial  race  against  one  of  the  bois.   the  auto  shop  was  a  bonus  to  her,  full  of  creativity  &  a  hum  of  excitement.

pause   -   FEB 2006.

               SECTION  TWS:  CAR  ACCIDENTS,  ANXIETY

her  may  2006  car  accident  -  the  scariest  moment  of  nory's  life.  it  left  her  subaru  wrapped  around  the  support  beam  of  one  of  the  bridges.  a  race  that  her  crew  members  urged  her  to  skip  out  on  because  the  opponent  was  known  to  drive  dirty—  but  almost  entirely  the  result  of  her  own  far  too  cocky  driving  &  oil  spill  just  off  of  the  stack.  in  the  words  of  astonished  emts,  it  was  a  miracle  that  she  came  out  in  one  piece.  nory  considers  the  statement  to  be  questionable  at  best.  since  she  started,  she's  lived  &  breathed  racing–  now  her  hands  won't  stop  shaking  when  she  gets  behind  the  wheel.

miscellaneous.

notable  mention  that  she  tried  EVERYTHING  possible  to  recover  the  subaru  after  the  crash  </3   that  was  her  favorite  vehicle  &  last  project  she  got  to  do  with  her  dad  …   the  car  all  but  broke  in  two  so  there  was  really  no  recovering  it  :'(   so  then  she  found  the  porsche,  also  near  the  point  of  no  return,  and  poured  a  lot  of  time  into  it  while  she  was  still  too  nervous  to  be  behind  the  wheel  again

she  is  BACK  IN  ACTION  w  racing  now!!!   but  it  is  noticeably  less  frequent  &  her  driving  is  less  assertive.  i  think  the  first  time  she  drifted  after  the  accident  she  drove  to  a  parking  lot  and  cried  FAJOSDIFJA  but  she's  warming  up  to  it  …  probably  practicing  w  one  the  the  bois  <3

always  butting  her  way  in  beneath  a  car's  hood  at  nariza  auto.  the  mechanics  either  love  her  or  hate  her  &  i  doubt  there's  much  in  between.

drove  absolutely  insane  before  her  accident,  but  has  very  notably  calmed  down  since  recovering.  might  be  causing  her  to  lose  a  handful  of  times  which  is  shocking  for  her  prev  winning  streak  </3

likes  to  fight.  it  might  be  her  love  language  somehow.  if  she's  arguing  with  u  then  u  know  that  she  cares  4  real

comes  with  a  very  very  very  poorly  masked  nola  accent

has  a  theory  that  she  is  #cursed  when  it  comes  to  driving  (given  her  parents  &  her  own  accident)  but  is  so  addicted  to  the  adrenaline  that  it  brings  that  she  is  willing  to  ignore  it

btw it so shows that nory was raised in an auto shop full of middle aged men FAJSDOIF

               EXTRAS    ꗃ    WANTED.

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Summer was full of kisses.. (JJ Maybank x shy! kook! reader) Chapter 7

A/N: Hey loves! insane how good this series is doing. My valentines day special kinda blew up and i'm like still in shock. Thanks to @thxtmarvelchick for featuring my fic in her recommendations post, I got too attached to this story, and I'm kinda sad it's coming to an end :(

Summary: JJ and his girlfriend have a movie night but is JJ watching the movie..? no, JJ is trying to calm himself down and at least make it through the stupid rom-com playing on your laptop before he pounces on you. (warnings? p in v, needy bf JJ and me being single.)

Being JJ's girlfriend turned out to be easy. Well, almost. You always wondered how'd it feel, and how'd he look in a committed relationship. But JJ was whipped. When his best friend John B started macking Sarah Cameron he called him pussy whipped. But JJ feared he became the same thing, in the small window of time of dating you. It came as a shock to everyone, except Maisy, your best friend. She had a feeling this would happen, she said. Despite being 2 complete opposites, you and JJ paired really well, your quiet demeanor softening him and his reckless talkative one making you just a tad bit out there. It was a strange feeling for JJ's best friends, seeing him smitten with one girl. Bringing her to hangouts and parties. Like he was another person.

John B and Pope were especially shocked at the sudden change in their friend. JJ always being one to go from girl to girl, never being serious about any of them, but with you it was different. JJ was acting.... well, almost like a normal teenager, the very thought of it made both John B and Pope roll their eyes and shake their heads. Even just a few months ago none of them thought JJ was capable of being in a serious relationship, but here they all were. And if JJ was being 100% honest, he rather liked being your boyfriend.

He enjoyed the way it felt to be your boyfriend. He liked watching everyone's reactions in the group, the shock and disbelief on their faces was one he would never get tired of. He liked the way you sat next to him at the Wreck, the way you let him put his hand on your thigh, the way you leaned your head on his shoulder. He loved the way you would let him pull you in and give you small kisses on your forehead and your cheeks and your neck. He just loved you.

He wasn't a sap though, he still acted like the same JJ everyone knew. Still was cocky and smug, still threw parties and did stupid pranks with his friends, but he didn't look at other girls and he didn't sleep around. It was like he flipped a switch to only focus on you. He found it funny and strange that you had this effect on him. John B and Pope found it absolutely mind blowing and shocking.

"JJ..." you scolded your boyfriend for what felt like the hundredth time in the last 15 minutes. He kept poking you and pinching your side, and on top of all that, asking a million questions and making snarky comments about the movie playing on your laptop screen.

Your cheek was resting on your palm, elbow propped on the pillow as you lay lazily on your side, your eyes fixed intently on the movie. The room was quiet, apart from the sounds of the film and the occasional chuckle from JJ whenever he managed to get a reaction out of you. Your blankets and a mess of pillows surrounded you both on the bed, creating a cozy nest. The small fairy lights hung from the wall above the bed, casting a soft glow around the room. It was perfect for the laptop screen to cast most of the light, avoiding the harshness of a lamp or lightbulb.

"What? I'm barely touching you." JJ responded, a cheeky smirk on his face. He was lounging behind you, his body pressed up against your back, his bare chest pressing against your upper back and neck. One arm was snaked around your waist, pulling your body tight against his so that there was very little space between the two of you. His other hand was the one doing the annoying poking and pinching, his finger digging into your side, enjoying the way you squirmed.

His chin was resting on your shoulder, his breath soft against your ear, each exhale sending a soft shiver down your spine. He was being purposely annoying, as he usually was, enjoying the way you reacted and the scolding you would give him. He knew you didn't actually mind that much, it wasn't like he was poking enough to truly hurt you. No, he was gentle in his pokes, just teasing and playful, like everything else he did.

His long, sun-bleached hair was messy, sticking in every direction, most of it falling down off his shoulders. It was always a mess, always looking like he'd been dragged through a hedge backwards but you loved it anyway. It was cute, it was messy, and it suited his unkempt, chaotic personality perfectly. It also felt really nice when he nuzzled his head against you, when he buried his face in your neck and his hair tickled the skin of your throat and collarbone.

His chin moved from your shoulder, and he nuzzled his head against the side of your neck, his nose and lips grazing the sensitive skin, peppering a few short kisses on your skin. His arm that was wrapped around your waist gave you a gentle squeeze, as if he was trying to coax some attention out of you, wanting you to turn and look at him instead of focusing on the movie playing on the laptop.

You shook your head gently, sighing and running your hand through his hair for a split second as if telling him to rein it in, still intently watching the movie playing on your laptop.

JJ let out a small whine, his chin still resting on your shoulder. He pouted against your skin, continuing to press his lips against your neck, the tip of his tongue gently darting out and lapping at your skin. His hand around your waist slid up under the fabric of your shirt, his palm splaying over your stomach, pulling you even tighter against him.

“Pay attention to me..” He muttered, his voice deep and a little whiny, his hand moving from your stomach to your ribs, his fingers slowly tracing across your skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He continued to kiss and nuzzle and press his lips to your neck, trailing kisses from just under your ear to your shoulder and back again.

"I just wanna watch the movie... we made out like 20 minutes ago.." you sighed, your tone gentle yet distracted by the laptop. You closed your eyes at the feeling of his hand slipping under your tank top, splaying over your ribs, leaving hot and insistent kisses over your neck from behind. Which you didn't really mind, you loved the attention JJ gave you, especially now that he purposefully stayed in with you on a Friday night instead of going to a kegger.

"Yeah, well, now I wanna kiss you again." He replied, his tone and actions still somewhat whiny and childish, and he still pouted against your neck. His hand on your ribs continued to trace circles on your skin, his thumb gently rubbing against your ribs, his other arm still wrapped around your waist and holding your body tight against his. The kisses he was placing on your neck were slow and lazy, his lips moving and his tongue tasting your soft skin.

"Please..."

He drew the word out, still pressed against your neck, his lips still moving slowly and lazily against your skin as he planted kiss after kiss down the column of your neck. He knew how much you liked when he was clingy like this, when he whined at you, when he begged. He knew how much you liked it when he wrapped himself around you and held you tight against him, like he was doing now.

Your hand reached up to run through his hair gently, raking your fingers through it mindlessly, "I promise I'll kiss you after the movie okay?" you muttered comfortingly, trying your best to focus on the movie and not the fact that, despite your protests you liked how much he was clinging to you, kissing your neck slowly and whining quietly. It made your stomach do those weird flips and heat bloom just a little between your legs.

JJ let out another pouty whine, but his lips and tongue and everything stopped, he knew he wasn't going to get his way. He was also a little too distracted by the feeling of your fingers in his hair, of you massaging his scalp as you ran your fingers through his messy locks. He made a small noise, almost like a purr, as he pressed his face into your neck and practically nuzzled into you. He was a total puppy, he just would never outright admit it though.

His hand on your stomach slowly slid lower, his fingers tracing the expanse of your stomach, then your hip, pausing for a moment before going lower still, stopping on your upper thigh and resting there. He pulled you a little tighter against him, his body molding against your back, as if he was trying to meld his body with yours and make the two of you into one. He placed another few lazy, warm kisses on your neck before propping his chin back on your shoulder and watching the movie, as patiently as he could.

As he adjusted your bodies, your arched your back a little, shifting so your were sitting more comfortably now, content that he was finally paying attention to the movie like you had asked him.

JJ tried very hard to focus on the movie playing on the laptop screen but found himself distracted every few minutes, your body pressed up against him like that. You shifting against him only made it harder to pay attention, your body moving against his in all the right ways, pressing against all the wrong spots and making his head spin. He tried his best to fight down the heat building in his lower stomach, ignoring the way his blood was starting to flow downward.

He nuzzled his head against your neck again, taking deep breaths as he tried to calm himself down, but the scent of you was only making everything worse. He tried to keep his hands still, to not let them wander to your thighs or hips or anywhere else on your body. He didn't want to lose control after he said he'd behave and let you finish your movie. He just had to hope you were more interested in the movie than you were interested in what he was doing to you, hoping that you didn't notice his body reacting to you.

You let out a faint giggle, turning to gaze back at him, raising your brows in expectancy as if expecting him to also laugh at whatever was on the screen, going back to watching almost instantly, adjusting your self once again without even realizing.

JJ, on the other hand, found himself mesmerized by the sight of you. Sitting with him like this, with your back pressed against his chest and your hair framing your face in soft waves. Your face tilted back to look at him, the faint sparkle in your eyes as you gave him a small smile. He thought you were so damn beautiful like this, and the way you kept shifting against him, unknowingly moving in ways that set every nerve in his body on fire... he felt like he was hanging on by a thread.

His hands had a mind of their own as they slowly, hesitantly, started sliding over your body, starting on your thighs, tracing small, aimless patterns on them before moving up and around your hips, tracing your curves, as he fought the urge to dig his fingers into your skin. His lips hovered over your neck, not kissing, not nuzzling, not doing anything but breathing slowly in an attempt to calm himself down a little.

You felt his touch, and took it as him simply just being affectionate. Which was better than poking you and pinching your back or tickling you. You raised your hand to run in through his hair again in a tender gesture, another small giggle escaping your lips at the events of the movie.

JJ practically mewled at the feeling of your hand in his hair, any control or self restraint he had left completely disappearing as he let out a quiet, frustrated huff. Your touch was driving him insane. The way your back was pressed against his chest, the way you were practically sitting in his lap. And now, your fingers and nails gently running through his hair, he couldn't take it anymore. Your touch was like a drug and he was an addict, hooked on wanting more and more and more. Which he got used to very quickly. He didn't think he was one for relationships. But in the 2 weeks or so of being your boyfriend, he thanked the gods everyday, especially when he knew you two had something planned that day. Skatepark date? JJ was barely paying attention to the trick you were trying to teach him, too focused of the way your voice sounded when you explained or the way you moved gracefully on the board. Beach date with his friends? god, he was already done for when he thought about you in a bathing suit, tanning while reading a book. He was actually free-falling.

He buried his nose and lips in your neck, his eyes closing as he inhaled your scent, your skin hot and soft against his mouth. He let out a warm sigh, his hand on your thigh moving higher, his fingers slowly tracing your skin. His body was practically overheating with the need to be closer, to touch more of you, his heart beating faster and faster as he slowly lost his mind over you. Your hand massaging his scalp and your scent filling his senses. He never realized how touch deprived he actually was until he met you. He wanted your hands on him at all times. Holding his hand, playing with his hair, kissing his cheek. JJ wanted everything.

"That feels nice.." you mumbled, turning to gaze at him momentarily over your shoulder. The feeling of his lips and nose just resting against the skin of your throat felt warm and nice, returning your attention back to the movie but still raking your hand through his hair mindlessly and affectionately.

Your words and your touch made his brain short circuit. He swallowed hard, trying to find his voice to reply to you. When he finally spoke, his voice was shaky and hoarse, gruff sounding and rough around the edges. He wanted to stay on the course he'd promised and behave while you watched the movie... but the feel of your fingers gently scratching at his scalp and your soft skin under his hand was quickly breaking down that resolve.

"Yeah," He managed to rasp, "it does."

His hand on your thigh slowly started to wander, moving higher and higher, tracing shapes and patterns on your skin, inching closer to the hem of your shorts. He gently nipped the skin of your shoulder, his mouth opening and gently sucking at the place he'd bit. He was completely lost to the sensation of you, drowning in it, addicted to it.

You let out an involuntary sigh, the sound akin to moan but not quite when he nipped at your shoulder. You didn't even realize it because you continued to watch the movie, chiming up after a few moments, "are you okay? you sound weird and you're awfully behaved."

JJ bit back a gasp as you let out that soft sound, something between a sigh and a moan, the sound making the already aching heat in his lower stomach grow hotter, harder, more urgent. God he wanted you so badly. Your scent, your skin, your voice, the way you were sitting against him, blissfully unaware at the effect you were having on him, driving him absolutely crazy. He was barely hanging on by a thread.

"I'm fine," He responded in a hoarse whisper, "just... really enjoying the movie."

"I didn't annoy you did i?" you turned to look at him over your shoulder once again, a small and concerned frown tugging at your lips over the thought that he was irritated with you.

JJ almost groaned at the look on your face, your pout so soft and cute, looking so damn innocent. How the hell were you completely oblivious to what you were doing to him right now? How were you so damn beautiful and cute and making him so damn hard right now....

He shook his head, trying desperately to find a coherent thread of thought to say something to you in response. He was so beyond words right now, all he could do was just stare at you with his mouth slightly open.

"Are you sure? I didn't irritate you when i was being scolding?" you asked, still frowning at him over your shoulder, worried at the lack of response."I just really wanted to show you this movie, it's my favorite.."

JJ let out a short, quiet laugh, your question completely breaking his train of thought. In his head, he was practically begging you to stop and let him go back to being a mindless, obsessed, horny, hot mess. Your innocence was just driving him absolutely crazy right now, in more ways than one.

"No- I- no, it's fine." He choked out, barely managing to form words, he needed you to stop worrying. "The movie is great.. interesting uh.. plot."

He took a shaky breath, desperately trying to calm down and get control over himself, but you were making it damn near impossible. You're touch, your voice, your innocent questions were driving him crazy. He needed more of you, but he wasn't going to take, not yet. He had to get himself under control first.

"Please.... Can you just - can you just watch the movie. Please." He pleaded in a hoarse whisper, his body trembling a little.

"Okay.." you smiled slightly, going back to watching the movie, your hand resuming its movements in his hair lazily after adjusting your glasses. He was acting weird, but you weren't going to question it. He was being awfully quiet though. A bit worrying for JJ Maybank.

JJ took a shaky, uneven breath, trying to calm himself down, trying to control the aching heat in his body. Your gentle hand in his hair was making him insane though. He was struggling, he needed to let out all of this tension and heat pent up inside him, but he didn't want to take advantage of you... He had to get a grip on himself. But he was so hard, damn it was painful. He bit back a whimper as he let out a frustrated, quiet huff.

JJ was at his limit now. There was no way he could take this without going insane. He needed you desperately, he needed you right now. He gave a strained sigh, leaning down and burying his nose in the back of your neck, taking deep lung-fulls of your scent, trying to use it to calm himself. It was the wrong move, he got more worked up by the second and you were still blissfully unaware.

His hand on your thigh slowly inched higher, his fingers sliding under the fabric of your shorts. His breath was coming faster and shorter now, in little pants, as he tried desperately to get control of himself. He needed to stop, he was slowly losing the self restraint he'd been holding on to. He wanted you so badly, wanted you in every dirty way he could imagine... but he couldn't be his usual selfish, impatient self. Not when you were so damn fragile and beautiful. Not when he loved you as much as he did.

You turned to gaze back at him over your shoulder, as if feeling the tension radiating from him, but you thought he was tense because he was irritated at you. So you smiled almost cautiously at him, pressing a small kiss on his cheek briefly hoping to ease his irritation. You liked that you could just.. kiss JJ. Or touch him. He was more than glad about that too, the two of you making one hell of a touchy feely couple.

He was fighting a losing battle. Your gentle kiss on his cheek only made it worse, his need for you was driving him insane. He needed to focus on you, your smile, your kiss, your soft skin, your sweet, naive innocence. Anything but the way your scent was driving him crazy.

He had to admit though, he enjoyed your soft gesture, as brief and innocent as it was. He loved the way you were so pure and sweet. He loved how unaware and clueless you were to the way your touch and kisses affected him.

"You're so pretty.." you mumbled, still smiling at him, "I'm sorry for irritating you."

And that just about sent him over the edge. Your innocent little compliment, the way you seemed to think you were irritating him, when it was actually far from the truth. His restraint was hanging on by a damn thread now. He could feel himself reaching the breaking point, he wanted to just throw the movie out the window and take you right then and there. The only thing stopping him was you and your soft, sweet innocence...

His hand on your thigh was almost to the hem of your shorts now, his fingers tracing the sensitive skin of your upper thigh. His other hand was still in your hair, the one not at risk of wandering down someplace else. He took a shaking breath, trying to find his voice to respond.

"You're not... God, you're not irritating me." He managed to say in a low, shaky voice, the words sounding both like a gasp and a whisper simultaneously.

"You just became quiet suddenly.." you mumbled worryingly shifting so you were laying on your back, propped up by your elbows.

The sight of you laying on your back now, looking up at him while propped up on your elbows, was almost enough to make his brain short circuit again. He had to bite back a gasp as he gazed down at you, taking in the sight of you. The way your hair was framing your face, your innocent, concerned expression, your soft lips, gazing at him, the way your shirt, or his shirt, was slightly too big and was bunched up at your midriff, letting skin show... He suddenly regretted making you wear his shirt when he took it off.

He clenched his jaw, forcing himself to focus on the conversation, on your words, and not on the way he was being slowly and surely driven insane by you. He took a deep, uneven breath before replying, his voice coming out in a low, almost strained whisper. "I... I just wasn't enjoying the movie I guess... I just... got lost in my thoughts."

"Something bad?" you asked raising your brows, "we can do something else... if you're not enjoying the movie."

JJ had to force his gaze to remain on your face and not wander down your body, but it was getting more and more difficult. You were so damn distracting, and you weren't even trying. He took a few shaky breaths, trying to steady himself, his mind practically begging himself to just grab you and not let go. He shook his head, answering you in a strained voice. "No- no. Don't worry about it. Just watch the movie... I'll be fine."

"It's fine.. you know what i wanna do? I need you to help me with something.." you reached to pause the movie looking back at him to smile affectionately.

He raised a brow questioningly as you paused the movie, wondering what your going to ask, his mind still being consumed by what had been happening previously. But the affectionate smile on your face gave him some more much needed focus. He leaned down a little in response, giving you his full attention. "What do you need help with?"

"Okay this is gonna sound dumb and stupid.." you sighed, your face souring in a bit of embarrassment.

JJ shook his head, smiling a little, you could never say anything that he would think was dumb or stupid. He placed a hand on your arm, gently rubbing it in an affectionate gesture.

"No, it's not, just tell me. Anything." He'll do right about anything for you at this point.

"Okay so... i need you to let me put on some lipstick and kiss you all over your face.. and then i need to take a few pics of it.." you smiled awkwardly, suddenly regretting the way the request was sounding.

JJ's eyes widened at your request, his lips parting in surprise. He had not been expecting that at all, but it didn't mean he didn't like the sound of it. The thought of your lips and lipstick all over his face, your gentle touch as you applied it, having tangible proof of it in the form of photos... he liked it, he liked it a lot, more than he should. "Are you sure?" He asked, raising a brow.

"Well i wanna paint it.. so yeah." you smiled gently, thinking he was probably weirded out by your request to paint him.

JJ nodded slowly, thinking, his gaze on your face. His imagination was going wild at the thought of this, of you putting on lipstick and kissing all over his face while he tried to keep some amount of composure. But you hadn't even noticed the state he was in, how badly he wanted all of that from you.

"Okay... Sure." He said finally in a low voice, silently praying he could keep himself under control and behave like a gentleman while you did whatever you wanted to him. That was worded wrong in his head, because the thought of you doing whatever you wanted to him was-.. no he had to focus here.

You stood up from the bed, walking over to the vanity in your room, grabbing a red liquid lipstick, studying the color intently before walking back to the bed and reaching in your nightstand for a small pocket mirror. You applied some of the lipstick on your lips, scooting over to him and straddling him, "okay i know it looks silly.. just bear with me okay?" you asked awkwardly.

JJ's heart pounded as you straddled him, your body moving over his, a warm and heavy weight, your thighs on either side of his hips, your legs resting on the bed on either side of his. He quickly had to take a few slow breaths, trying to ground himself and keep his thoughts from running rampant. The sight of your red stained lips was so distracting because all he wanted was to ruin the lipstick, he wanted to kiss you so badly, he desperately needed to feel them.

"It's fine.... I trust you." He said in a strained voice, looking up at you with a half-lidded gaze.

You nodded excitedly, leaning down and pressing a tentative kiss on his cheek. As you pulled back, you noticed the kiss mark already beaming on his skin. Smiling, you repeated the process, planting soft kisses all over his face. His cheeks and forehead soon became a canvas of lipstick stains, each one a testament to your affection. He closed his eyes, savoring the tender moments, while you continued to cover his face with delicate, loving imprints.

JJ's mind was going insane at the feeling of your lips against his skin, soft and warm, your gentle, innocent kisses. But that combined with your body straddling him, the weight and warmth of you on top of him, was almost too much for him to take. He needed something to ground himself with, something to focus on, something to keep himself under control. He brought both his hands up, letting them rest on your hips, the familiar shape and softness of them giving him some amount of focus.

"You're so pretty..." you mumbled, pouting affectionately at him as you gazed at the marks of your lips scattered across his face messily but beautifully.

He could feel his cheeks blushing at your innocent compliment. He had been called a lot of things, but no one had ever called him "pretty", no one ever looked at him with that affectionate look on their face. He was used to being considered good looking, attractive, hot, but never pretty or beautiful. Your innocent expression as you gazed at the mess of red lipstick marks on his face was almost too much for him to take. He felt adored, treasured, cared for and he had to hold himself back from just taking you right here and now.

He looked up at you, his eyes searching your face, taking in your expression, the look in your eyes, the way your lips were curled up in a small smile and stained in red. His fingers tensed slightly on your hips as he tried desperately to control himself, to keep himself from grabbing you and having his way with you, to keep himself from letting out a low moan at the sight of you. He licked at his lips, his throat feeling dry as he spoke, his voice coming out in a low, hoarse whisper. "Are you done yet...?"

"Mmmm... no. I need to kiss you-.. i mean i already have but like kiss kiss you.." you chuckled, pushing your glasses up and cupping his face gently.

JJ's heart skipped a beat at your words, the way you said them in an almost dreamy, innocent way, like a child almost. He knew what you meant, but hearing you say it like that made his mind spin. And the way you were now cupping his face, your hands so soft and gentle, made his want for you increase tenfold. He took a shaky breath, trying to steady himself as his hands gripped your hips a little tighter. "Kiss me... then."

You complied, leaning down smiling against his lips as you kissed him, almost shyly, despite having kissed him so many times already since you started dating.

JJ's mind almost went blank the moment he felt your lips against his. Everything else faded away, all of the tension and heat coursing through him focused solely on the feeling of your mouth against his, the warm, soft sensation of your lips, gentle and innocent. And the realization that despite having kissed you so many times by now, you still kissed him shyly as if it was your first time, this thought drove him insane, made him fall more and more in love with you, if possible.

He responded to the kiss hungrily, his hands on your hips moving to your lower back, pulling you closer to him, wanting to feel you more, wanting to hold you closer. A low moan rumbled at the back of his throat as the kiss grew more passionate, more intense. He could feel his head spinning from the feeling of you against him, the soft, sweet taste of your mouth, he needed more.

You took the kiss in stride, despite how shy and flustered you actually were, your fingers splaying on his skin as you cradled his jaw, pulling him closer to you and slipping your tongue between his lips gently.

JJ's breath hitched as he felt your tongue slip into his mouth, a low gasp escaping his lips as he felt his self-control slipping away. He gripped you tighter, needing to feel you, his mind drowning in the sweet taste of you, lost in the feeling of your tongue against his, the way you were cradling his face like it was the most precious thing to you. He was quickly losing himself in the kiss, he was quickly going insane.

He tried to pull away for a moment, desperately needing to come up for air, but you wouldn't let him, your grip on his face, your tongue in his mouth, was too much for him to resist. So he gave up, he leaned into you fully, letting his hands slip under your shirt, needing to feel more of your skin, desperate for it. He let another low moan escape his lips as his mind started to go blank.

You hummed, shifting onto his lap so you could straddle him better, kiss him better, your body arching into his hands desperately, absolutely relishing in the feeling of his hands roaming over the small of your back and ribs.

He broke the kiss for a moment, needing air, and he took this time to gaze at you, to take in the sight of you sitting on his lap, your face flushed, your lips stained red with lipstick, your shirt slightly pushed up to reveal bare skin underneath, his name on your shirt. He took a few shaky breaths, his mind barely even registering the words that came out of his mouth next.

"Christ I- I need you, Y/n."

"Hold on.. i-.. well, i need to take the picture and you wanna... while having lipstick stains all over your face?" You asked, panting slightly and reaching to adjust your glasses shakily and timidly.

JJ almost growled aloud at the interruption, his mind still hazy, still fully consumed by his want and need of you. But he took a few deep breaths, trying to force himself to clear his thoughts so he could think, so he could focus and pay attention. He let his hands remain on your lower back as he leaned his forehead against your shoulder, nodding quietly.

"Yeah.. Yeah. You're right. I just-" He let out a shaky breath, his voice coming out in a low, strained whisper.

"I just really need you right now.. like, really bad."

"It's okay... you're just so pretty i need you too... but i wanna get a picture at least.." you mumbled, fidgeting nervously and cupping his face once again.

JJ let out a low sigh, lifting his head to look at you, his eyes gazing into yours, taking in your adorable, shy, innocent expression. The sight of you fidgeting nervously combined with your words of calling him "pretty" and saying you needed him, it nearly sent him over the edge again, his hands gripping your waist more firmly. "Okay.. okay... you can take the picture. But after that I'm gonna need you... right away. Got it?"

You smiled shyly down at him, still gazing at his face which was covered in your lipstick marks, "But what about the lipstick stains? do you not want me to take it off?"

He looked up at you, taking in your shy, sweet smile, the way you were looking at his face, the way you were still straddling him, the feeling of your body underneath his hands. He was barely holding himself back from doing what he wanted to do to you right this moment, but he somehow managed to keep his voice relatively steady as he responded to you. "I don't care about the lipstick stains... they can stay on. I just- I really, really need you right now."

You let out a huff of laughter at his eagerness, reaching for your camera on the nightstand and turning it on, adjusting the settings a little and gazing at him through the viewfinder, "Okay... just smile or something... i need the picture to look good.."

JJ tried to focus on your instructions, taking a deep breath and attempting to give you a decent smile, but he was struggling. He was still fighting back the need and want for you, the thought of having you in his arms, having you close, kissing you, touching you. Being inside of you. It didn't help that you were sitting on his lap either, your body so close, so warm, your weight a heavy, teasing pressure on him. He managed to keep his eyes trained on you though, waiting for you to take the picture.

You nodded and hummed at his small smile, the sight of him smiling up at you, still covered in your lipstick and the shapes of your lips mesmerizing you for a second, snapping a couple of pictures and lowering the camera. "That was good..." you mumbled timidly and nodded.

JJ let out a low, shaky sigh the moment the camera was out of the way, closing his eyes for a moment, trying to regain control of himself, trying to stay grounded in the moment that was happening. But it was too much, he needed you, he needed you now, and the feeling of having you on his lap wasn't helping at all. "Good... that's good then. Can I have you now?"

"Yeah.." you chuckled, already feeling flustered at his words and the way he was looking at you (quite frankly like he wanted to devour you), placing the camera back on the nightstand and cupping his face.

As soon as the words left your mouth, JJ pounced on you. He grabbed you, pulling you down and flipping you over so you were lying underneath him on the bed. He pinned you down, trapping you beneath his body and he began immediately pressing frantic, messy kisses all over your face, marking you, claiming you, his hands grabbing, roaming all over your body.

You grabbed your glasses off your face, setting them don on the pillow next to you, cupping his face, which was still covered in the lipstick marks. Your lips were probably smudged with the remnants of it too, giggling weakly as he kissed all over your face, his hands slipping under your t shirt to grab at your breasts or roam over your waist and ribs.

JJ only became more frantic with his kisses as soon as you started to giggle. The feeling of your hands on his face, the sound of your laughter, the way you were responding to his touch, it drove him into a frenzy, his body nearly trembling from his need for you. The feeling of your skin under his hands as he pushed your shirt up made his head spin. "You're so soft.. so warm... I need you.. I need you so damn much."

You hands slipped from his jaw into his hair softly, running your fingers through it. Your whole body felt like it was on fire, along with your face as he continued to kiss and grab at every part of your body he could reach, "You look so pretty.. you still have my lipstick all over your face.." you mumbled quietly, still chuckling from time to time from the ticklish feeling of him kissing you messily.

JJ let out a low, guttural groan when he felt your fingers running through his hair, his body shuddering under your touch. The sound of your voice calling him pretty, the way you chuckled from the feeling of his kisses, it was driving him completely insane, his mind spinning with desire for you. He barely registered your words amidst his haze of need, but the mention of your lipstick made him pause for just a moment, lifting his head slightly to look down at you. "Yeah? You like how I look with your lipstick all over my face?"

"Yeah.. you look like.. i don't even know.. you're just so pretty." you nodded in response, locking eyes with him as soon as he lifted his head, a small smile tugging at your lips. His skin was flushed and his hair was messy, lipstick marks scattered over his face, making your breath catch in your throat from how jaw-droppingly gorgeous he was standing above you, kissing you with such fervor.

JJ let out a low hum as he looked down at you, taking in the sight of you lying beneath him, your hair spread out over the pillow, your smile, your eyes locked with his. He took a moment to just gaze at you, letting himself bask in your presence, the way your soft, sweet voice telling him he's pretty felt like music to his ears.

"I'm not the only pretty one here... you're beautiful. Absolutely beautiful..."

He let his eyes roam over your face, taking in every detail, every feature, every contour, his gaze eventually zeroing in on your lips, on the red stains of lipstick that no doubt covered them now. The sight of it made him shiver with desire, his mind swirling with the thought of your lips on his, of your kiss. "Your lips though... they're so goddamn pretty... I can't get enough of them..."

You chuckled once again, the sound mostly a flustered reaction instead of one of amusement, lowering his head so you could kiss him, your arms wrapping around his neck loosely.

The moment your arms wrapped around his neck, JJ practically melted, a deep, guttural moan escaping his lips, his body shuddering as he leaned down to meet your kiss. His hands clutched at you, seeking out skin to touch, seeking out more of your body to claim. He let himself get lost in the feeling of your lips on his, the taste of your kiss, the way your breath mixed with his, his mind going completely blank.

You deepened the kiss almost timidly, one of your hands moving to the back of his head, tangling in the hair there lowering his head even more, the other still wrapped loosely around his neck.

JJ couldn't hold back a low gasp as he felt you deepen the kiss, your hands on his hair and neck sending shivers down his spine. He pressed himself even more firmly against you, his body nearly shaking with need, desire, want. He wanted to be as close to you as possible, as close as he could possibly get. He let out another guttural moan into the kiss, his hands trailing down your sides,

You followed suite, letting out soft and quiet moans as the kiss grew more heated, your hand still tugging at his hair, playing with it mindlessly, your legs wrapping around his middle loosely to lower him down on top of you even more, liking the weight of his body pressing you down into the bed.

JJ's whole body trembled at the feeling of your legs wrapping around him, his mind going completely blank as you pulled him down on top of you. He needed you closer, he needed more, he needed all of you. He broke the kiss, his breath coming in short gasps as he ducked his head down to your neck, trailing kisses and sucking light marks against the sensitive skin there, his hands roving all over your body, restless and desperate

He mumbled your name, the word coming out as a low, raspy whisper against your skin, his voice low with need and desire. His lips and tongue continued to make their way down your neck to your collarbones, leaving more marks, claiming, owning, needing. His hands still moved all over, grabbing, clutching, caressing, needing to touch more, to feel more of your soft skin under his palms.

You hummed in response when he mumbled your name, still clutching at his hair, soft gasps escaping your lips as he kept biting and kissing your neck messily, writhing your body gently under him.

JJ let out a low, guttural moan as he felt your body moving under him, the sound vibrating against your neck as he continued to mouth and kiss your skin. He could feel himself going completely insane, his head spinning as his mind focused solely on you, on the way you were responding to him, the way you were letting him mark you as his, the need to have as much of you as possible, as if you could somehow ease the burning need inside of him, as if you were the only thing that could.

"What..?" you asked breathlessly, a small huff of air escaping your lips along with soft quiet moans, your hands grabbing at his hair, shoulders or just running over his back slowly.

JJ pulled back from your neck, raising his head to look down at you, his breaths coming in short gasps, his eyes locking with yours. He took in the sight of you beneath him, your hair splayed against the pillow, your face flushed, your eyes half-lidded, your lips parted, their shape slightly smeared with the remnants of the lipstick he left on your lips when you kissed. He was pretty sure that he looked a mess but he didn't care, the only thing on his mind was the way you were letting him kiss you, the way you were letting him make you his.

He couldn't find his voice, his words caught in his throat as he stared down at you, his body shaking as he tried to regain some semblance of control. However, the more he gazed down at you, the more he felt his control slipping away, his need for you growing stronger by the second. He leaned down, his lips hovering just above yours, his voice barely a whisper "More.. I need more of you... I need all of you... please.. "

You swallowed hard, your eyes peering into his, flustered and aroused, your brows knitting up ever so slightly, "well... do you-.. do you have a condom?" you stuttered gently, whispering the words against his lips.

The question knocked any remaining air out of JJ's lungs, the sound of your whisper against his lips sending shiver down his spine. A low growl escaped him, his body trembling as his mind tried to process your words, his hands clutching at you desperately. "A condom? Uh.. yeah.. yeah, I have one... oh fuck.. I have one.."

He reached over to the bedside table, grabbing his wallet and rummaging through it. It was a struggle to pull himself away from you even for a moment, the feeling of you under him, your body so warm, so soft, the way you were letting him claim you, it was driving him insane. He pulled out a condom and held it in his hand, hesitating for a moment, trying to calm his racing heart.

He fumbled with the packaging for a second before he was able to rip it open, his hands nearly trembling too much to open the condom properly. He didn't even bother with trying to put it on himself, he just grabbed your hand and placed it in your palm, his eyes locked with yours, his body still shaking as he spoke, his voice hoarse and low "You... You put it on me... I'm too... too goddamn flustered right now..."

"Me?.." you choked out, also flustered your brows raising letting out a nervous chuckle as you gazed down at the condom in your palm.

JJ chuckled softly at your flustered expression, the sound coming out a bit shaky, his eyes raking over your face as he watched you look down at the condom in your hand. He leaned down, his face hovering just above yours, his breath warm on your face. He placed a gentle, soft kiss on your cheek, his hand gently caressing your face "Yeah, you... I can't trust myself to do it at the moment. And I'm way too worked up, I'll just mess it up.."

You fidgeted ever so slightly, growing more flustered, your left hand reaching to untie the laces of his sweatpants shakily, flitting your gaze from your hand was to his eyes.

JJ let out a shaky exhale as he felt your hands on his pants, his body trembling at your gentle touch. He watched you through half-lidded eyes, his own gaze darting back and forth between your face and the way you were untying his sweats. He tried to breathe steadily, his breaths still coming in short gasps as he spoke, his voice low and hoarse

"Y-you're really gonna have to do most of the work here.. I'm too much of a mess.."

"Okay.. that's-.. that's fine.." you replied to him, your gaze darting back down, your hand dipping beneath the waistband of his sweatpants, pulling him out of his boxers gently, your other hand trembling as you rolled the condom down, your eyes darting back up to watch his reactions.

His breath grew even more ragged as he felt your hands on him, his head tilting back slightly as he let out a low, guttural moan, his body shuddering under your touch. As soon as the condom was on, his eyes opened and he looked back down at you, his breaths coming in short gasps, his mind fogged over by need and desire.

"F-fuck.. that feels.. so good... your hands on me.. oh god..."

Your breath shuddered slightly, your hand moving up and down his length hesitantly, still focused intently on his reactions and words, which were a bigger turn on than you ever thought.

JJ's eyes nearly rolled back into his head as he felt your hand on him, his hips twitching involuntarily.

"Oh fck... yes, keep.. keep doing that... oh God.... your hands.... they're so soft... so good..."

His hands fisted into the bedsheets, his breathing growing more and more ragged, his mind slowly turning to mush, the only thing he could focus on were your hands on him.

You hummed mindlessly nodding, your hand moving along his length, darting down to watch your own hand with timid awe, gnawing on your bottom lip. Not only did he sound good, but the way he was basically melting on top of you just from the feeling of your hand was arousing you beyond belief.

His eyes fixed on your face, watching you watch yourself touch him, his mind nearly snapping at the sight of it. Every time your hand moved he felt like he was losing a bit more of his sanity, his whole body shaking with need, his breaths coming in short, ragged gasps between moans and groans.

"I... God... I need you so bad... I can't even... fck... I can't think straight... I just need.... I need you... need to be inside you.. please baby..."

"Yeah.. yeah, sure" you nodded frantically. You felt almost hesitant to pull your hand away from him to take off your pajama shorts, shrugging them off awkwardly and in a hurry.

JJ's whole body trembled as he watched you struggle to remove your shorts, his face turning a deeper shade of red as he realized he needed to move so you could get them off completely. He shifted slightly, getting on his knees as he tried to keep his thoughts coherent and his shaky hand steady as he helped you pull your shorts entirely.

"Sorry... I'm a mess already... I can't believe I'm this worked up just from your touch."

You chuckled, watching him actually blush, somehow becoming even more flustered yourself, now left only in your underwear, propping your self on your elbows gently, "don't worry.. it's kinda hot.." you spoke quietly smiling at him.

JJ's breath hitched as he took in the sight of you, his eyes roaming over your body, practically drinking you in. His gaze darkened as his eyes stopped at your thighs, swallowing hard as he reached a trembling hand out to gently caress them, his mind completely blank as his eyes met yours again. "You're... You're so pretty... God."

He continued to caress your thighs, his hands moving further up, his fingers gently tracing the lace of your underwear, his gaze unwavering as he looked into your eyes. "Can I... can I take these off you too? I... I need to touch you... everywhere."

"Yes.. but can i keep my t shirt on..?" you nodded. Despite dating JJ for almost a month now, you still felt kinda shy to be completely naked in front of him. Besides this was the second time sleeping together, like actually, aside from getting handsy and whatnot.

"Of course... yeah, sure... you can keep the shirt on." He smiled softly and reassuringly at you, a sense of tenderness seeping into his voice as he spoke. He didn't dislike the idea, especially since it was his shirt he got to fuck you in.

"I just... I just want to be as close to you as possible... I need... I need to have you close." He gently pulled your legs open slightly, shifting in between them.

"You don't mind right?" you asked, your brows furrowing, not sure if anticipation or mild concern, your hands reaching up to cup his face.

He chuckled lightly and leaned into your touch, shaking his head. "Of course not. I just want you to be comfortable. I don't care if you keep your shirt on, it's not gonna change how much I want you right now."

His hands moved up your thighs, slowly reaching the edge of your underwear, his thumbs caressing lightly over the lace, getting ready to pull the panties down.

His gaze was fixed on you, watching how you trembled slightly under his touch, how your lips pressed together like you were trying to hold back. Slowly, he hooked his thumbs to the waistband of your underwear, ready to slide them down. However, he paused, his eyes searching yours for permission. "You okay... if I take these off, right?"

"Yeah.. of course.. i, uh.. i want you to." you mustered up the courage to mumble the last part as you nodded, your eyes fixed on his fingers hooked around the waistband of your underwear, the sight so mesmerizing in a weird way. You looked up at him, lifting your hips gently, so it was easier to slide the underwear off.

His breath caught in his throat. It was hard to tell who was more nervous, you, or him. When you lifted your hips to make it easier for him to pull them off, he had to do everything in his power to keep himself together, not to completely lose his mind at the sight of you underneath him, at the look in your eyes, at how open and vulnerable you were being with him, letting him see you like this. "You're... you're so beautiful..." he almost whined out.

His voice was low and a little shaky, his hands moving down to caress your thighs again once he has taken your underwear off. His gaze darted between your eyes and the space between your legs, his breaths coming in short gasps as he tried to keep his composure.

"I... I just... I need you so bad right now... It's like I'm completely losing my mind with how beautiful you are and how badly I need to be inside you."

You inhaled a shaky breath, feeling a little exposed once the panties were completely off, but mostly aroused from how he was speaking to you. His words although a little lewd, they were kind of tender, like his usual way of talking to you, of course. It was strangely pleasant how that also mirrored to when he was horny and needy. You pressed your lips together, looking up at him in anticipation and nervousness, your face probably flushed given how warm it felt.

As you looked up at him, and saw the expression on your face - nervous, a little flustered, but also filled with want and need... he was done for. He leaned down, pressing his body against yours, his lips grazing over the sensitive skin of your neck just below your ear, his voice a low, rough whisper against your skin. "It's okay... I got you. I'm gonna take care of you. I'll go slow, alright?"

"Yeah.. sorry.. i don't even know why I'm nervous.. you're my boyfriend after all.." you chuckled awkwardly and breathlessly, your arms wrapping around his neck loosely as he positioned himself between your legs, the action causing him to brush against you gently, earning a shudder of pleasure from your body.

"Hey... don't worry about it. I'm nervous too, actually.. I don't know why, this isn't the first time we've done this, but... it just feels different this time. I just can't stop thinking about how beautiful you are.. how good it's gonna feel... I don't wanna mess this up, you know.. I don't wanna hurt you or anything.."

He gently caressed your hip, his lips leaving a soft trail of kisses down your neck, his breath warm and ragged against your skin.

"You're nervous too?" you asked in slight disbelief. The idea seemed a bit funny, given how confident he usually was, or how many times he did this in the past with other girls.

He smiled against your skin, his breath warm against you as he spoke. It was a bit funny, yes, to think of him in this situation, being nervous when he's always so confident. He wasn't used to that... except when it came to you. Something about you made him nervous, sometimes.

"Mhm... I am."

He left another soft kiss on your skin.

"I care about you so much.. I wanna make you feel good... be good to you.."

"That's so sweet.. i care about you too.." you giggled quietly, your fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck as he kissed your neck.

He hummed at your touch, his body shivering slightly at the feel of your fingers threading through his hair. He had to suppress a groan, his body already sensitive to your touch. Even the slightest graze of your fingers sent a shiver down his spine, his breaths coming in a little ragged as he spoke, his voice a little huskier than usual. "God... even the way you touch me... it turns me on so much..."

He nipped gently at the sensitive skin of your neck, his lips making their way down to your collarbone, his hands roaming over the curves of your body, his breaths growing quicker and more labored, as he continued to take in the feel of your body under him, the taste of your skin on his lips.

"You're so soft... all the right places... all I wanna do is just... just touch you all over..."

You let out small shaky moans as he nipped gently at your neck, the feeling causing your breath to catch in your throat and your skin to erupt in goosebumps wherever he touched or kissed.

He hummed against your skin, reveling in the sounds you made, feeling a sense of pride at making you shiver and moan. Your reactions set his blood aflame, his body growing hotter and hotter as he continued to explore your body with his lips and hands, his breath warm against your skin as he murmured against you.

"You like that, hm? You like the way I touch you... the way I make you feel... I love how responsive you are... it drives me wild..."

"Mhm.. i love it.." you hummed, nodding, your head tilting back against the pillow, your hands roaming through his hair, nails scraping at his scalp gently.

JJ groaned softly as your hands carded through his hair, the feeling of your nails scraping his scalp sending a shiver down his spine, straight to his core. It was an overwhelming sensation, your touch, the sounds you were making, the sight of you beneath him, completely open and vulnerable, letting him see you like this. A deep desire to bring you pleasure, to make this good for you washed over him, and he was determined to make you feel nothing but ecstasy. "Want to try something new...?

"Hmm?" you hummed once again in response, your eyes fluttering open to lock with his.

He held your gaze, his eyes dark and filled with desire. For a moment, his breath caught in his throat at the sight of you, all flushed and breathless and beautiful, lying beneath him. He had to take a moment to compose himself, to push away the overwhelming need to devour you whole, and focus on how he was gonna make sure you felt good. Eventually, he spoke again, his voice low and rough. "Turn around... get on your hands and knees for me, baby..."

You complied, given how turned on you were, the feeling overruling your shyness. Your arms unwrapped from his neck and propped yourself from laying on your back, turning around and getting on your hands and knees timidly, arching your back a little, "Good..?" you asked quietly. Although you were aroused, you still felt a little exposed, vulnerable. But all of that just melted away when you saw the look on his face, when he licked his lips and the kiss marks still littering his skin.

He inhaled a shaky breath as he watched you get into the position he asked for, his eyes growing even darker with desire. The arch of your back, the way you looked over your shoulder at him, you were just so goddamn beautiful. He took in the view of you, completely bare and open for him, before he spoke again, his voice barely above a low murmur.

"God... yeah.. so good, baby..."

He gently placed his hands on your hips, his grip firm but still gentle, his touch warm through you. He shifted closer to you, his body pressed against yours from behind, his breath warm against your ear as he reached around to cup your breast in his free hand, his other hand keeping a tight grip on your hip, holding you in place against him. "You're so beautiful like this... all bent over for me, waiting for me to touch you.."

"I don't look silly right?" you asked, chuckling breathlessly, supporting your weight on your hands.

A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips at your question. He loved how sometimes you'd get shy and insecure, even when you were a complete mess in his arms. He found it cute, but also a little frustrating because he just wanted you to understand and believe how beautiful and perfect you were.

He pressed a kiss on the skin just below your ear, his breath warm against your skin as he answered your question.

"No, baby... you look... amazing. Incredible. Goddamn perfect."

He continued to caress your skin, his hands roaming over your curves as he spoke, his voice low and rough.

"And you feel... amazing... so soft and smooth, just perfect for me, yeah...?" He pressed his lips against the back of your neck, his tongue tracing a path down to your shoulder, leaving a light trail of kisses and gentle bites.

"Yeah.." you answered weakly, nodding at his words, your body growing tight with anticipation.

He hummed against your skin, feeling the way your body tensed under his touch. He wanted to make you feel good, and he loved seeing the effect he had on you, how your body responded to his touches and kisses.

"That's my girl... god, I love how you react to me... you're so responsive..."

He continued to kiss and bite at your skin, his hands slowly moving to caress your hips, his body pressing more firmly against you from behind.

As his hands and lips continued to graze over your skin, his body pressed more firmly against yours, you could feel his growing excitement, as he grew harder and harder against you, his breaths ragged and shallow. He wanted you desperately, his need for you consuming him, but he was also focused on making sure you felt good, that he was gentle and careful with you.

"You okay, baby...?" his low, lust-filled voice whispered in your ear, his mouth still pressing kisses and soft bites on the back of your neck.

"Mhm... I'm okay.. you can-.. you can you know..." you hummed, your back arching a little more, to shy to actually say it outright that you were ready for him to be inside you now, maybe a little needy yourself too.

He took in a shaky breath as you arched your back a little more, the feeling of your body against his enough to drive him over the edge. He wanted to be inside you so damn bad, but he was also happy that you were able to express what you wanted, even if you were a little shy to say it. He leaned into your ear, his voice deep and ragged as he responded. "Yeah... I can do that, baby..."

He pulled back slightly, his hands moving to caress your hips, his thumbs tracing over your skin gently. He positioned himself behind you, one hand on your hip, the other guiding himself towards you from behind, his breaths coming in short gasps, his body tense with need and anticipation as he felt the tip of his cock brush against your slick folds. "You ready, baby...?"

"Yes I'm ready.." you almost whined, nodding as you felt him brush against you even so slightly.

Hearing your whine and seeing you nod, seeing how you were aching for him, he couldn't hold back anymore. He let out a guttural noise, almost a growl, as he slowly pushed himself inside you.

"Fuuuck.." he cussed under his breath at the feeling of finally being inside you, other words he had getting lost in his throat as he slid in so easily. You were just as turned on as he was, maybe even more and that made him insane with want.

Your head fell forward slightly at the feeling, a quiet moan escaping your lips from the back of your throat, your eyes fluttering closed for a second.

He let out another, breathless gasp as he slowly pushed all the way to the hilt causing his breathing to stutter and his heart almost stop from anticipation.

He paused for a moment, taking in the feel of you completely around him, the feel of your body against his. It was so goddamn intense, you just felt so damn perfect around him, he could've lost it right then and there.

"God, baby... this feels so good... you feel so good.."

You mewled gently, your breath quickening more than it already was. You dug your knees into the mattress, arching your body a little to adjust the position better while he paused, adjusting to the feeling of him. You spared him a glance over your shoulder, blowing some of the unruly strands of hair that blocked your vision a little. Your eyes roamed over his face, still stained with your lipstick and a look of pure need in his eyes and you were sure you could've passed out.

Seeing you glance back at him over your shoulder, that messy hair framing your face, your lips slightly parted as you panted, it was such a beautiful sight, he almost felt his knees buckle.

He took in another short gasp, his hands gripping tighter on your hips, anchoring himself to you as he braced himself. "You can't even know how beautiful you look right now, baby.... god damn..."

He pushed a few strands of hair back with a trembling hand, his eyes studying your face, the way your lips parted slightly to breathe, the flush on your skin, the way your eyes were half-lidded as you looked back at him.

He couldn't resist any longer, he had to see more, get more of you. The thought of moving, pushing himself deeper inside you, almost made him lightheaded. He had to bite back another growl, his voice barely above a whisper as he spoke. "Can I... move, baby...?"

The question hung in the air for a few moments as you adjusted fully, your head hanging low as you took steady breaths, "yeah you can move.." you mumbled quietly, surprised you could even speak given how shaky your breath was and how fuzzy your head felt already/

He nodded wordlessly at your confirmation, his hands gripping tighter on your hips as he slowly, carefully started to move, pulling himself out slightly before pushing back in, his breath leaving him in a heavy sigh.

He set a steady pace, the feeling of you around him almost too much to bear. He couldn't help the soft grunts and curses that escaped his lips every time he thrust into you, the pleasure he was experiencing was overwhelming, but he wanted more, he wanted to feel more of you, give you more pleasure. "You feel so good, baby... you don't even know.."

The position was making it feel much better, your eyes fluttered shut as you let out small choked moans every time his hips pushed forward. His palm was splayed out on your lower stomach gently, the other hand holding your hip and guiding it slowly and steadily, letting your body arch into his hands as you moved, your hands planted into the pillows for support.

He loved seeing you like this, moving into his touch, your body completely open and pliant for him. It was a sight he hoped to engrain into his memory forever, to take with him when he's alone at night, or just simply to revisit in the middle of conversations when he was bored.

Your sounds and the way you moved, the way your body arched into his touch, it was like you were made just for him, just for him to please and fill and touch. It was driving him wild, almost making him dizzy with desire, with need.

"God, baby.. you're so beautiful.. I can't get enough of you.."

Your hands were a little shaky to support your self, bending down a little and arching your back so you could support yourself on your forearms, your head burying into the pillow, your moans coming out a little muffled now.

Seeing you adjust your position, arching further down like that, your head burying into the pillows, the soft moans and whimpers you were making, it was almost too much for him to take. He had to bite back another low growl, the sight of you like that making him a little too lightheaded for his liking. "That's it, baby.. you let me know just how good I'm making you feel.."

"Feels good.." you lifted your head to mutter meekly, lips parted a little as you panted slowly, "can you go a little harder..?" you asked, the words melting into a small whimper.

"Harder?" he repeated, his voice hoarse and low. The sound of your little whimper and the thought of being even rougher with you, it was almost enough to send him over the edge on its own. He bit back a moan, his hand on your hip gripping tighter.

"You want it harder, baby? You want me to be a little rougher with you..?"

He leaned down, his chest pressed against your back, his mouth next to your ear, his hand moving to the front of your body, gently caressing your skin from waist to chest, all the way up to your face, moving a few strands of your hair out of the way. "Yeah? You want me to take you like that, baby...?"

"Mhm.." you hummed weakly, a small nod following the sound while your brows furrowed up in pleasure.. You didn't know how, or why you agreed, especially since this was the second time sleeping with him since you started dating. You wanted to get over your shyness, at least in the bedroom with JJ.

He chuckled low in his throat at your shy but eager agreement. Taking your hair in his hand, he pulled it back gently, but firm enough so your head was lifted from the pillows, looking up from the pillow. "That's my good girl, always so eager to please me, to take what I give you..."

He straightened himself back up, his eyes falling to your back, arching up against him, your face turned up towards him, your eyes glazed with pleasure. He almost got lost in the sight of you, completely vulnerable and open for him. "God, you look so sexy like this... all mine..."

He let your hair go, his hand moving back to your hips, gripping you tightly. He set a harder, faster pace, taking you just like you asked for, watching the way you moved against him, your head falling back down as he hit deeper inside you with each thrust.

"You like that..?"

His praise and compliments along with the slightly faster pace and the feeling of him hitting deeper inside you caused you to bury your face into the pillow, your stomach almost laying flat on the bed as your body arched up even further, which was surprising given you weren't this flexible usually, "love it.. " you muttered weakly, your brain fogging up to the point of not being sure if you said the words out loud or just thought them.

He let out another guttural noise, almost a growl, the sound escaping him from the back of his throat with each of, his thrusts becoming rougher, more primal as his own control slowly started to unravel.

"You look so perfect like this.. taking me so deep inside you... that's my girl.."

He could feel you arching further and further back towards him, almost lying flat against the bed, taking him even deeper, he didn't even know how it was possible. He let his hand wander over your body, tracing over your skin, caressing you gently, before resting firmly on your back, keeping you anchored against him. "You have no idea how perfect you look..." he repeated, the word 'perfect' ringing in his mind every time he gazed down at you. Your face, your sounds muffled by the pillow, his shirt still on you. All of it was making JJ see stars, even before he got to finish.

Your mouth parted open slightly, still propped shakily on your forearms, turning your head to the side a little so your face wasn't fully buried into the pillow, your soft whimpers and moans a little louder and sweeter. You knew that tomorrow you were probably gonna have one hell of a back pain, given how you were arching mindlessly like a cat. You wanted to speak or say something anything, but your brain was too fuzzy to say anything, his lewd praises echoing in your mind.

He didn't know what was better, the sight of you completely open and vulnerable for him, or the sounds that you were making. You were moaning and whimpering so sweetly, taking him so well, arching back against him, he could practically feel the way you were completely losing yourself to him. It was a sight that he knew he'd never forget, he'd be thinking about this moment often, he knew it. "You're taking me so well.."

That specific praise made you mewl gently, the sound of it so low and shaky as you could hear how lost in pleasure he was too, his southern drawl more proeminent as it went on almost making you go entirely numb. Or maybe that was because your were still arched, your lower stomach grazing the bed beneath you with every thrust, face scrunched up in pleasure, sliding your forearms under the pillow a little to support yourself better.

He looked down, admiring the sight of you practically molding into the shape of the bed, your back arched up for him so perfectly, taking him so well, he couldn't resist the urge to let his hand slide under your shirt, over the arch of your back, feeling your skin beneath his fingers, your body beneath his hands. It was heaven, almost. "God, you're so damn hot like this. arching up like that, taking me so deep inside of you.."

His words made your head swim, the low drawl of his voice, the way he was touching you, his hand moving over your body with the lightest touch, it was almost too much for you to bear. You whimpered again, arching your back up a little higher, your head dropping back down into the pillows.

"That's it, baby, arch up for me.."

If someone were to come into your room, your parents per se and see you like this, arching up like a damn cat with your boyfriend talking to you so... you didn't even have the words to describe the way he was talking to you, he was dirty but in a nice southern way. Your parents would flip, or die from shock, their sweet, timid and quiet daughter getting bent into the mattress by her boyfriend. a sight that would probably make a nun faint.

His hand was splayed across your lower stomach again, as if to feel himself inside of you while he thrusted, your whimpers and moans increasing just a little as you lifted your head a tad bit, one of your hands sliding from the pillow to brush off some hair that was sticking to your face, glancing back at him over your shoulder for a brief moment.

He smiled a little when you looked back at him, but it didn't last long, it was immediately replaced with a grunt, a gasp. That view of you glancing back at him over your shoulder, your back arching for him, it took his breath away, it made his mind go fuzzy, almost completely blank, the only thoughts left being about how perfect you looked, about how damn good you felt, spasming and fluttering around his cock. "That's my good girl.. arching so well for me..."

He let his hand slid up your back with the lightest touch, until it was in your hair, grabbing a tight handful of locks, guiding your head back up a little more, so that you were looking straight ahead, but not too much to cause you any pain.

"Mmm.. there you go.. that's it..."

Your mouth fell open slightly, your jaw a bit slack as you propped yourself on your forearms more firmly, shifting your hips side to side for a brief moment. Your moans were coming out in strings, almost dying out in your throat mindlessly. You weren't screaming or being obnoxiously loud but still this was a notch higher than your usual shy ones.

He took in your every sound, your every movement, wanting to commit it all to memory. You sounded so good, this more intense response was like a drug to him, he couldn't get enough of it, he had to hear it more. He began moving a little faster, his breath coming in short gasps, his hands gripping your hips "Yeah... yeah, that's my girl.."

He didn't even know what he was saying anymore, the words just tumbled out, all he knew was that you were making him feel incredible, and he wanted to make you feel just as good. He let his hands slide back up to your hair, gripping it tight, pulling your head back, forcing your back to arch up even further for him. "You keep arching like this and I won't last long, baby..."

"Close... 'm close.." you mewled gently, managing to speak just a little to let him know you were gonna finish. It was about damn time, you would be almost shocked if your brain wasn't so mushy from the pleasure, having lasted so long given how good you felt.

He was glad that you spoke up and told him, because he wasn't sure how much longer he would last with you like that, arched up so perfectly, taking him so eagerly. When he heard you say that though, his already fuzzy mind practically went blank, the only thing he could think of was bringing you to the edge.

"Yeah?" he breathed, his pace increasing, his fingers tightening in your hair, his thrusts becoming harder, faster.

"Mhm.." you wanted to hum in response but the hum melted into a sweet moan when your climax washed over you after a few more thrusts, your head slumping down onto the pillow as your body shook gently, thighs tensing and knees almost giving out. But you kept planted, still arching up almost if unconsciously waiting for him.

Seeing you come completely undone like that, it was the most beautiful sight he'd ever witnessed. Feeling you tighten around him, hearing the sounds you were making, he came a short while later, riding out the waves of pleasure that came with it, his grip on your hips tightening further, probably hard enough to leave a bruise. He panted, his breaths heavy, holding himself up on one arm as he leaned down over you, his body feeling weak, completely spent.

He didn't move for a few moments, just stayed there, above you, catching his breath as he came down from the high. He looked down at you, still in awe at how perfect you looked, how good you were. Finally, he slowly, gently pulled out of you, his hands going to give your hips a proud squeeze.

You let out a sigh as pulled out of you, your breathing still sputtery as you laid completely on your stomach, one of your hands reaching to brush some hair from your forehead, a sheer layer of sweat covering it, along with your back, given how your t shirt was sticking to it.

He sat back, looking down at you, a small satisfied smile on his face as he took in the sight of you. Your hair sticking to your face, the shirt clinging to your back, your legs slightly trembling from the aftermath, you looked completely wrecked and it was all his doing.

"You alright, baby?" he asked, gently running a hand over your back

"...Yeah" you replied hoarsely, turning to lay on your back, propping yourself on your elbows despite feeling completely spent. God, he looked so smug, and the sight alone would've probably gotten you pregnant. His face was still covered in faint marks or lipstick and it was the hottest sight you'd seen.

He chuckled at your hoarse answer, his hand still resting on your back, gently stroking you, feeling your body underneath his hand. "I didn't wear you out too much, did I?" he teased gently

You let out a small huff of air, the sound meant to be a chuckle, gazing up at him. You were rendered speechless, even more than how you'd be usually when you'd get shy and clam up flustered. Your back felt a little sore, along with your thighs but the feeling was dim, you knew you'd feel it in the morning though.

He laid down behind you, wrapping his arm around your waist, pulling you close, your back against his chest. He snuggled up against you, burying his face into your hair and neck, taking in your scent, feeling a strange feeling of contentment wash over him. It was a feeling he couldn't remember ever feeling before he met you. "You feel okay? Back's not too sore?" he asked, his voice soft

"Mmm... no, not right now.." you mumbled quietly, your breathing finally slowing down.

He chuckled again, holding you close, snuggled up against you, his hand gently caressing your stomach "You're gonna be sore as hell in the morning though."

"I think you broke my back.." you spoke meekly after a few moments. You took the chance to finally take your surroundings, your room coming back into focus as you gazed around mindlessly.

"Psh, you ain't broke, you're still in one piece babe." he teased, placing a quick kiss on the back of your neck

"You might not be able to move for a couple days though."

He held you closer, still snuggled up against your back, his body relaxing against you, a wave of tiredness washing over him after the whole experience "You mind if I stay here tonight?" he asked, his voice a soft murmur

"No.. of course not." you answered sweetly, letting out a soft sigh.

He smiled, burying his face in your hair, holding you a little closer as the tiredness began to overtake him. He didn't want to admit it, but cuddling with you like this, pressed against your warm, soft body, it felt nice, it felt comfortable, it felt like home, and it scared the hell out of him.

He tried to shake the feeling off, instead focusing on the moment, on the feeling of you in his arms. He took a deep breath, inhaling your scent, his eyes closing as he began to drift off.

"Night, babe."

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A/N: I love needy men. Also hello? the sex was so romantic and dirty at the same time, didn't mean to get so horny and emotional (jk i did.) Hope you had fun reading love you all, this could've also been a valentines special, but..

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