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JJ Put that Gun Away.

Summary: Summertime is full of fishing, fooling around and Keggers. NOT guns and stealing. What could go wrong? (Fanfic for OBX S1: Ep.1).

JJ Maybank x Reader Fanfic

Warnings: Use and mention of guns, swearing, mentions of drowning.

ALL RIGHTS to Josh and Jonas Pate and Shannon Burke for characters, plot and dialogue, etc. In some cases, scenes and dialouge altered to fit my own ideas. 

Y/N could hear the hooting and hollering of her friends from a mile away. The familiar brown Volkswagen van deemed “The Twinkie” howling along with the sound of their voices could be heard as it rounded the corner at the end of the street. Y/N smiled as she could see JJ’s head poking out of the side door, looking right at her.

“You’re going to have to jump in while it’s moving M’Lady! This vessel stops for no one!” JJ yelled at the girl in a funny voice. “Just bend your knees!”

“Uhh, actually JJ, this is our next stop. Did you forget she brought the drinks?” John B’s voice could be heard as the van screeched to a halt in front of her.

“Right.”

JJ and John B hopped out to grab the cooler full of drinks and food Y/N so kindly put together for todays venture. They loaded it into the already stuffed van. Y/N hopped in afterwards.

Soon enough the trio arrived at John B’s place. Unfortunately about nine months ago, John B’s father was lost at sea looking for a shipwreck and presumed dead shortly after. His mother and uncle are in other states, not even close to coming to the Cut. He’s been living by himself ever since and refuses to believe his father is dead until he finds his body. So now, the Château, as it’s called, is the base of operations. Free reign to do whatever a Pogue wants, whenever they want. 

JJ on the other hand, doesn’t have much luck either. The blonde has an abusive dad and no other family to support him. He’s finding it hard to get by with a minimum wage job and daddy issues. It’s amazing how tough he is, but Y/N understands that he has to be to get through day by day. The girl helps out when she can by offering her cleaning services, picking up the many beer cans and cigarettes in the house when Jake isn’t there and offering as much food to the boys as she can without her parents finding out. Luckily though, they all have each other and that’s the best thing they could ask for. 

Down at the dock, the boys load the cooler onto the boat and JJ offers Y/N a hand stepping in.

“M’Lady.” He bows, taking off his hat and putting it back on again. 

 A blush dances across her face, though it is unbeknownst to JJ, so she laughs to hide the truth of her feelings towards the boy. It was a rule the group had. No Pogue on Pogue macking. No matter how strong the feelings were. If it was true love or even soulmates, it was strictly forbidden. And even if it wasn’t a rule, she had no chance. JJ was hooking up with a new girl at every party and Kegger hosted lately. It was like he couldn’t get enough. So when he was flirty like that, there was no genuine meaning behind it. It was just JJ being JJ.

Hurricane Agatha had just blown over the Outer Banks, rocking the south side to shambles. As the three friends set off, more and more damage could be seen along the shoreline. Boats, docks, houses, fences - you name it. Every hurricane made the Cut look better yesterday.  

The boat approached the marina which was jostling with people on clean-up duty. At least it was bright and sunny today to put people in better moods than before. 

“Hi, Miss Amy, you guys make it through?” John B waves at a woman and her husband. 

“We’re still here!” She replied back.

JJ wiggled his eyebrows and smirked.

“She totally looked at me,” He said.

“Pfft. As if JJ. She wouldn’t even touch you with a 10 foot pole.” Y/N scoffed. JJ feigned hurt. 

“Ouch! Watch yourself Y/N, or I’m pushing you in!” 

The mess Agatha made was unimaginable. As if reading her thoughts JJ whistled out loud, “Agatha what did you do?” 

Pope, another member of the group could be seen filling a bucket with water at the end of his dock. He got stuck with clean-up too. Pope was the smartest of them all. The kid had a full ride scholarship to one of the state’s most prestigious schools. It was unknown why he chose to hang out with such a group of troubled teenagers. He was always so cautious and tense, like his dad was watching. I mean, Heyward was always watching.  

“Well, look who we have here.” John B mimics a radio. “We have a mandatory safety meeting, over.”

Pope stops what he’s doing, looking annoyed. John B slows the boat down. 

“I can’t. My pop’s got me on lockdown.”

“You’re dad’s a pussy, over.” That time it was JJ.

“Oh, I heard that one you little bastard!” 

Heyward. Pope’s father. Not the most approving of his son’s friends but he does his best to understand. Thankfully, Y/N’s parents are good friends with his family. “Hey Y/N, keeping these idiots in line?”

“I try to. It only works if they listen.” She smiles.

“We need your son.” John B interrupts.

“Yeah. And island rules: Day after a hurricane is a free day.” JJ adds.

“Now who in the hell made that up, son?”

“Uhhh… The pentagon I think? We have security clearance. I have a card.” 

“Do you really think I’m stupid. Do they think i’m stupid?” Heyward looks at his son. 

“I’ll do it tomorrow dad, I promise. I’ll help clean tomorrow.” Pope and his dad bicker back and forth and he slowly creeps towards the boat. Once Pope’s feet hit the deck John B accelerates forward.

“I promise i’ll do it tomorrow!”

“We’ll bring him back in one piece!” Y/N yells back.

All that could be heard is the cursing of Heyward and the gentle splash of the water against the boat towards the neck stop, Kiara. Kiara was Y/N’s best friend. Though she was born a Kook, she was a Pogue more than anything. Rich parents, fancy house and all the nicest clothes. She had all the best things. If she wasn’t with the friend group, she was out saving turtles or promoting some paper-straw activist type things online. Y/N was jealous that she seemed to always catch the attention of boys her age. Maybe she was prettier? More outgoing and funnier? Y/N thought she was enough to fit in, but sometimes it felt like Kie was always in the spotlight, for every boy. She didn’t dare tell her this of course, nothing good would come out of it. They are supposed to be best friends.

Kiara walked down the ramp. JJ greeted her in an Irish accent. He also held her hand as she got in. Y/N tried her best to conceal her face so she looked into her lap. 

“Hey, Y/N,” Kiara greeted, forcing Y/N to look up.

“Hey, Kie, how you holding up?”

“Oh ya know, hurricane lockdown things.” They both laughed. That was another reason she couldn’t hate her. She always greeted her first and made her feel included in every conversation. She couldn’t hate her even if she tried. 

John B picked up the speed of the boat as they headed out into the marsh. They cracked open some beer and for what seemed like the thousandth time, JJ tried out his “party trick.” 

“JJ, you know it never works.”

“Ah! You’re getting beer in my hair!”

Suddenly the boat came to a halt, sending JJ flying off the bow and into the water. Kiara and John B are sent to the deck from their seats.Y/N is halfway off the bow clinging for dear life after just standing up to get JJ to come down. Pope’s abdomen slams against the steering wheel. Groans from each teen are let out respectively.

“Jesus Pope.” Kiara blurts out what everyone is thinking.

JJ resurfaces with a loud gasp for air.

“I think my heels touched my head.” He moaned.

Y/N groans again sitting up and clutching her chest.

“Aw man that’s definitely gonna bruise.”

“I hit a sandbar. The channel changed. Sorry guys.” Pope felt bad.  He steps up onto the bow to get a better look at where to navigate. His expression turns to shock.

“Guys! I think there’s a boat down there.”

“Yeah right!” 

“No, no. For real, I’m not kidding.”

JJ swims over to get a better look while the rest of the gang almost tip the boat, looking in the direction of where Pope was pointing.

“Shit let’s go!”

Y/N peels off her jean shorts and tank top before diving into the water to join JJ. The rest follow suit. With one huge breath, Y/N submerged herself underwater with the rest of her friends. Even in the murkiness of the water, an unmistakable outline of a Grady White is seen. Whoever’s boat this was they are probably looking for it, that is, if they’re even still alive. Y/N swims inside, a powerful swimmer and certified diver, she looks for any signs of who this boat belongs to. Nothing.

The friends resurface. Gasping for air but in obvious excitement about the discovery. 

“That’s a Grady White!” JJ exclaims. “A new one of those is like five hundred grand. Easy.”

They all laugh, climbing back onto the boat. 

“That’s the boat I saw when I surfed the surge!”

John B suddenly remembers.

“You surfed the surge?” Y/N and Kiara ask together. “Jinx.”

“That’s my boy! Pogue style!” JJ high fives his best friend.

“Seriously John B that’s dangerous! “ Y/N exclaims. “What the heck!”

“Wait, guys, do we know whose boat that is?”

“I tried to get a good look, but it’s too deep.” Y/N said. “Give me the anchor.”

John B rummages through a compartment in the deck, handing Y/N the anchor.

“Payback !” JJ screams, pushing the girl into the water.

She shrieks as she plummets into the water.

“JJ that wasn’t nice!” Kiara scolds. 

“Hey, she asked for it earlier.” He shrugs it off. 

Y/N swims the path towards the boat, attempting to get a better look at anything more than she already saw. She spots a key dangling from a pole near the steering wheel, but struggles to get it unhooked.

Meanwhile, the four friends stand worried. “She’s been down there a while man, should I go get her? JJ asks. 

“Nah she’s got this. Believe in her.”

JJ frowned, worry evident on his face. Pope noticed.

“You like her!”

“What- no! I don’t like anyone, especially not her! Remember rule number one?”

“Liar!”

“I’ve been waiting for someone to bring that up! Finally!” Kiara chimed.

“We’re just friends okay guys? Nothing more. Now shut up.”

“Jeez JJ you’re blushing so hard it looks like you have a sunburn!” John B teased.

“I said shut up!”

JJ couldn’t be more thankful Y/N was underwater right now, even if she may be drowning. It’s true he may have a bit of a crush on her, but he knew the rules. Instead, he uses other girls as distractions from the fact.

The sound of the topic-of-conversation girl breaking the surface brought JJ back to real life.

“I found a key!” She managed to say between breaths.

JJ and his friends breath sighs of relief. No CPR was needed. He went to the edge of the boat, effortlessly pulling her up towards him. She lost her balance slightly but he grabbed her waist to steady her. The action did not go unnoticed by the rest. JJ quickly jumped backwards like he stepped in a fire. Y/N shot him a puzzled glance but said nothing.

“I think it’s a motel key.” She said, drying herself off with a towel. 

“Great. A damn key. “ JJ scowled. He was hoping for anything worth some cash.

“Guys I think we should report this to the coast guard, maybe get a finders fee?” Kiara pointed out.

“Yeah, then we don’t have to work all summer.”

The crew headed back into town to go report the wreck. The sun was beginning to set ever so slowly and the warm glow illuminated Y/N’s face as she stared off into the horizon.  

“What’s on your mind, sunshine?” JJ sat next to her for the first time after his awkward moment.

Y/N was surprised he called her a nickname she’s never heard of. 

“I haven’t heard that one before.” 

“I think it suits you.”

“Thanks JJ.”

The girl avoided the question, not wanting to tell him he was the one on her mind all of the time. She waited in the HMS Pogue while the others attempted to talk to someone about finding the sunken boat. With the recent hurricane and the damage it created, many people were lined up with complaints. Her friends came back quickly with another plan.

“The motel? Are you crazy?” Pope said.

“I call lookout.” Y/N said.

“Me and JJ will check it out.” John B suggested.

When the group arrived at the motel, it appeared very run down, and not just by the hurricane. 

“This isn’t exactly 5 stars.” 

“Yeah, it looks like a place someone with a Grady White would get killed.” Pope shuddered.

JJ and John B jumped to shore. Not wanting to draw attention to the rest do the group, the trio left pretended to be hanging out and talking. 

“Be careful.” Kiara spoke softly to John B.

Last Y/N heard was something about a mattress.

“Be sooooooo careful John B.” JJ teased as they searched for the matching room number.

“Ever since she heard you were on exile she’s told you to be careful. Oh, give me that John D already. Why don’t you hop on that man?”

John B scoffed. 

“You know the rules. No Pogue on Pogue macking. And don’t get me started on you and Y/N.”

“I don’t like her I told you this already.”

“Like hell you don’t dude. You’re always looking at her.”

JJ glared at his best friend. He licked his lips.

“Okay, c’mon man of course I’m looking at her, she’s hot. Can we forget about the rules?”

John B stopped in front of room 229 and stayed silent, fumbling with the keys.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

“You need help. Like, serious help.”

“Still a yes! Housekeeping!” JJ said in a high-pitched voice. With no response, the boys entered the room. 

Down below, the trio on the boat were having a similar conversation. 

“Do you have a thing for John B?” Y/N asked her best friend.

Pope looked away from the motel to look at Kiara’s facial expression, amused by Y/N’s blunt question. Kiara rolled her eyes and stood up. 

“I don’t. I’m just worried about him. The whole foster thing must really suck.” 

“And you’re not just worried about him in a different way?” Y/N suggested, grinning.

“Oh my god stop it! I don’t! And how about JJ, everyone knows-“

“Guys, cops! Cops!” Pope interrupted. 

In the small parking lot full of debris, the sheriff’s pickup truck could be seen pulling in and stopping. Y/N groaned. 

“Why does my dad have to ruin everything!”

Deputy Shoupe and Deputy Plumb exit the car and talk with a man nearby. They start pointing to the second level of the motel, exactly where JJ and John B were. 

“We have to warn them.” Kiara said. She jumps off the boat and books it to the side of the motel. Pope and Y/N exchange glances before following, trying not to be seen by Y/N’s police officer father. Staring up at the window, the stress begins to set in.

“Okay stand back.” Pope said, picking up a rock. He looked up at the window and threw it. The rock barely made it halfway up before gravity brought it back down again. 

“Didn’t you ever play baseball?” Kiara pegged.

Y/N laughed.

“I was on the math team!” He whisper-yelled back.

Kiara also tried to throw a rock but missed. She tried it again and it made a loud ‘tink’ sound against the glass. Y/N picked up one and it did the same. JJ and John B’s faces could be seen through the blinds almost instantly.

“Cops! There’s Cops! Cops!” The friends on the ground simultaneously whispered and pointed at the entrance to the room. The boys could be seen scrambling in the room. The three friends sprinted to the boat, ready to leave at any second.

“Should we peel?” Kiara asked. 

“No! Never leave a Pogue behind.” Pope said.

“Guys look! They’re on the awning!” Y/N pointed.

JJ and John B were in fact on the small ledge of the awning on either sides of the window. Their positions looking very uncomfortable. JJ laughed silently while John B used his pointer finger to tell the rest of the group to be quiet. 

The boys were up there for a while until suddenly something fell out of JJ’s pocket, hit the awning and fell to the ground a few feet down. John B visibly cringed. The blinds to the window retracted and Shoupe’s figure looked outside. Pope, Y/N and Kiara quickly attempted to look away and act like they weren’t involved. 

“This is gonna be tough to explain later.” Y/N sighed.

Theslamming of a door caught their attention as the officers began to leave.  Shoupe handed a duffel bag to the other officer. Before leaving, Shoupe came towards the boat. Y/N glanced at her friends’ position at the window, then back at her dad before he noticed her staring. 

“Hey, sweet pea, what are y’all doing here?” He looked between the three of them.

“Uhhh.. Hey Dad I didn’t see you here!”

“My aunt was visiting and staying here. We just came to check on her. We were just about to leave.” Pope interjected. 

“Yeah, Dad. We wanted to make sure she was okay. What are you doing here?”

“Ah, someone reported missing. Just like after every hurricane. Doing my part to make sure there’s no dead bodies around.” He chuckled like what he said was normal. It was obvious where Y/N’s bluntness came from. Y/N awkwardly laughed, hoping to speed this conversation up.

“Did you find anything?”

“Nah. Just an empty motel room.” 

“Cool.”

“I have to go. See you later honey. Stay out of trouble kids!” Shoupe saluted and walked back to the truck. JJ and John B made their way down after a few minutes to make sure the coast was clear. 

“Holy shit, man. That was crazy!” JJ exclaimed., jumping into the boat with John B on his tail. Pope pulled away from shore and back out towards the exit. 

“Why did he lie about taken things from the room?” Y/N asked. No one was sure. 

“Did you guys find anything?” Pope asked the boys, changing the subject. 

“Did we find anything?” JJ repeated. He pulled out a stack of money and a gun. The biggest grin was on his face. Y/N moved away from him.

“Are you insane?” She yelled.

“I’m going to lose my scholarship.” Pope moaned.

“It’s better than the cops having it!” JJ reasoned.

“No it’s not, dude! Anyone else that’s not you is better.” 

JJ grabbed Pope and put the barrel to his mouth in a “shush” motion. Pope pushed him off.

“I’m living a nightmare.”

The group found their way back to the marina. As they were offloading there was a commotion with another large boat. Paramedics and the police were surrounding a man that looked to be dead. A dead body. As they were wheeling the body away from the boat, a woman ran frantically towards it. 

“Scooter! Scooter!” She yelled. She clung to the man, caressing his face and assessing his condition. She broke down into tears. It was Lana Grubbs.

“Who’s that?” Y/N asked her friends.

“That’s Scooter Grubbs.” A random girl next to them chimed in. “He was out during the storm. Check out this pic I got. Dead body.” She bragged. She pulled out her phone and began to show a close up picture of the man being wheeled away in front of them. Y/N shuddered. Was that who her dad was looking for? 

“What type of boat did he have?” JJ asked the girl.

“Somehow that dirtbag copped a brand new Grady White.”

The friends glanced between each other silently. Y/N looked at JJ and found that he was already looking at her. She gave him a look asking for more information but he just shrugged.

“Everyone’s out looking for it.” She added. 

Back at the Chateau, Pope was telling everyone to keep their mouths shut about the situation. His panicked look on his face was enough to let everyone know he was terrified. 

“We all have complete and total amnesia, okay?”

“For once I agree with you Pope. Deny, deny, deny.” JJ said.

“We can’t keep that money,” Kiara said. “It’s bad karma.”

“She’s right you know, it doesn’t belong to us. It belongs to Lana Grubbs,” Y/N added. 

“Not everyone can afford unlimited data plans, ladies.” They rolled their eyes.

“Look, JJ I’ll help you out a little more this week if we just return the money.” Y/N’s tone softened, trying to reason with the blonde. He looked at her, silently adoring how she worried about him. 

“Let’s go dark.” Pope said.

“If it means I get to keep the money, I’m in.” 

John B finally spoke up. 

“I don’t agree.” He said. “This is Scooter Grubbs we’re talking about. Same dude that buys individual cigarettes. Shit, one time I saw him begging for change in front of the Save-a-lot because he needed gas! This guy has never had more than forty bucks in his pocket and all of a sudden he’s got a Grady White? Just saying.”

“I need a break from you guys.” Pope moaned, standing up to walk to the dock. 

“Look, Pope, how does a guy like Scooter get a Grady White?”

“Prostitution?”

“Square groupers bro. Flying under the radar, no aerial surveillance, they don’t do that stuff during a hurricane.” John B reasoned. “What does that mean, JJ?”

“They were straight smugglin’.” He grinned. 

“I’m guessing there’s a crap ton of contraband on that boat.” Y/N added. 

“Okay so if there was that kind of stuff on board, and it belongs to someone, they’re going to come looking for it, right? So taking it would be catastrophically stupid.” 

“You’re right.” JJ said. “But stupid things have good outcomes all the time. All we need to do is find a way to get into that cargo hold of that wreck and then lay low.”

“And how exactly do we do that?” Pope asked.

“Kegger?” Kiara proposed.

Y/N had went over to Kiara’s house to steal an outfit for the night. 

“Red or pink?” She asked Kiara. 

“Red. JJ won’t stop staring at you if you don’t.”

“C’mon Kie, stop teasing. You and me both know he doesn’t like me like that. Look at all the women he hooks up with. You don’t see me on the list.”

“Fine! Don’t listen to me! But open your eyes girl!”

Y/N was mad that Kie was playing with her feelings. She knew that JJ would never think of her like that. Was she not telling her something?

“I’m a police officer’s daughter Kie, no guy wants to talk to me.”

Within an hour, the group had gathered all the materials for the Kegger and met at the Boneyard. Y/N spotted JJ up ahead. His blonde hair unmistakably glistening in the sunset glow. She wondered if he would talk to her tonight or take off with another new girl. Once down to the sand, the keg was set up and ready to go. John B started filling up cups of beer for everyone. Soon, a crowd started to form. The boneyard was a mix of three crowds, the Pogues, the Kooks and the Tourons. The Tourons are just kids here on vacation with their families for the summer. As the night progressed, Y/N found her place with a group of Pogues she knows from school. The group was laughing around a fire, retelling a story about how a teacher was caught making out with a student after class. The principal found them and he was fired right away. The kid only got a 3 day suspension. Y/N felt someone sit next to her.  She looked to her left. A boy around her age with curly brown hair and a lanky stature smiled at her. A Touron. 

“Hi. I’m Dean.” He greeted. “I’m not from here and you look pretty friendly enough to talk to.”

This made Y/N laugh.

“Why thank you. I’m Y/N. Welcome to the island.”

She shook hands with the boy jokingly. She could feel the effects of the alcohol she was drinking starting to flow through her body. 

“Another beer?” Someone with a keg asked.

Y/N accepted the beer with a grateful smile then turned back to Dean.

“So, new guy, where you from?”

“San Fran. I’m a long way from home.” He smiled. “My moms friend recommended it here, but too bad there was a hurricane. Cut our holiday in half. We head back in a few days.”

“Ah, big city guy. I could tell, you all have the same vibe.” She teased. 

“Hey! I’m officially offended.” 

She laughed. “Sorry about Agatha though, really, she was a real pain in the ass.” The two continued to talk about random things. Y/N thought that he was a nice boy to talk to, but he wasn’t JJ. 

“See, those are my best friends over there.” She pointed out Kiara and John B. Then a little ways over at Pope. She couldn’t find JJ. “We do everything together.” Y/N was five drinks in. Maybe six. She lost count. Not once did this boy try to make a move on her. At first she was thankful because it is always awkward trying to tell them no, but at the same time her heart sunk because it’s always been that way. There was no way he knew she was the daughter of a cop. He doesn’t live here. 

“So, Y/N do you have a boyfr-“ Dean’s sentence was cut off when Y/N suddenly stood up to the the sound of JJ’s voice. He sounded like he was in an argument.

“You’re so funny man!” She heard him yell.

Over to the right of where she sat she could see Sarah Cameron and her no-good boyfriend Topper, along with the rest of her friends. JJ did not look happy. None of them did. 

“Sorry. I’ll be right back. I’m just going to check up on my friends. They seem a little drunk.”

As she approached the commotion, Topper called them “dirty Pogues.” That term set John B off. He  forcefully shoved Topper backwards, causing him to stumble. Topper looked shocked and then lunged forward and threw a punch so hard at John B’s face that it looked like it would knock his teeth out. John B fell against the sand, unable to stand up. 

“Babe! Babe!” Sarah attempted to stop her boyfriend from causing any harm, but it was no use,Topper hated Pogues. Topper continued to kick John B until he reached the edge of the water. 

“Hey John B, don’t make me do what happened to your old man, all right?”

The crowd around began to chant for them to fight. 

“Stop!” Y/N screamed at them, rushing in. JJ held her back, shaking his head no. If it wasn’t for the situation it would’ve felt like a hug. 

“Guys stop!” Kiara hissed at Topper and John B.

John B mustered up enough to stand again and used his momentum to tackle Topper into the shallow tide. Both attackers now soaked from the cool water.

“Let him go John B!” Pope yelled. 

They continued to throw punches at the others abdomen and back. John B was able to land a few good hits. 

“That’s what I’m talking about!” JJ cheered.

Topper and John B continued to trade hits. Unfortunately, Topper was able to gain the upper hand and slam John B into the water face first. He then got on top of him.

Sarah and Kiara began to scream. JJ had never looked so frightened in his life for his best friend.

“JJ do something!” Y/N screamed at him. JJ looked torn. He ran towards Topper and John B and pulled out the gun.

“No JJ!” Y/N called after him, terrified. 

JJ rested it on the crown of Toppers head after he cocked it.

“Yeah, you know what that is. Let him go.”

The crowd of people started screaming and dispersed ridiculously fast after spotting the gun. 

“JJ put the gun down!” Y/N tried again.

“Okay, okay we’re good man!” The anxiety in Topper’s voice was evident. He rose with his hands in the air. 

“Everyone listen up! Get the hell off my side of the island!” JJ screamed at the top of his lungs. He rose the gun in the air and shot it twice to prove that he was in control. Sarah and Topper ran off. Y/N covered her ears. She was terrified of guns after her mother was shot on duty when she was a thirteen. Y/N had never been told the full story but the tale left it’s mark. Mrs. Shoupe has since retired from being a police officer and chose to write books instead. A very drastic career change. 

“Y/N!” Dean yelled at her. “Let’s leave!”

Dean was standing alone in the middle of the sand. He had waited for her to make sure she was okay, not knowing that JJ was her friend since she couldn’t find him when she was pointing them all out earlier.

“Who the fuck are you!” JJ pointed the gun at Dean. Dean put his hands in the air to show his surrender. 

“Woah, woah man! I come in peace! Please!”

“JJ stop!” Y/N screamed. 

“I said, who the fuck are you?!”

“I’m just here visiting the island! My name is Dean!” 

JJ looked at Y/N, but put the gun down, finger still on the trigger. Dean visibly sighed of relief.

“How do you know him?” 

“I-I met him earlier at the fire. JJ you’re scaring me with that please you know I hate them.” In the heat of the moment, JJ has totally forgotten your fear of guns. His demeanour changed completely. He put the gun back in his pocket and threw his hands on his forehead in frustration. Y/N huffed at his behaviour. She saw a different side of JJ tonight. One that she was not used to. He scared her and their friends and she just needed to go home. It’s been a long night. She looked her friends in the eye.

“Get some sleep guys, and make sure John B is alive.” She gestured to the boy who was halfway in the water. She gave on last glance to JJ before turning back up the trail with Dean right behind her. She burst into tears. Her crying heard by JJ as he watched her figure until she disappeared into the darkness. Y/N had hoped he would have at least apologized.

After last night Y/N woke up feeling anxious and upset. The image of JJ holding a gun haunted  her memory. She knew it wouldn’t just go away. She remembered Dean walking her home and asked for her number before he left to go back to his hotel. She politely declined saying a mere ‘it’s complicated.’ He understood and said he was glad she was safe. He gave her his just in case she changed her mind. A text on her phone rung softly on the bedside table. She picked it up and a short text from Kiara read:

‘Hey I know after last night you don’t want to see JJ, but we need someone that knows how to dive. We’re searching that boat today and you’re the only one that knows how to properly dive and has the equipment. You in?’ 

‘Will he promise to get rid of the gun?’

‘No promises :(‘

Y/N groaned in her bed. Typical JJ. A knock on her door perked her up. Her father walks in, wearing his uniform.

“Hey sweet pea, I know sometimes it’s hard to be a dad and a police officer at the same time,  but I know there was a gun used last night at that party. Do you know who had possession of it?” 

Y/N froze in a silent panic. She couldn’t throw JJ under the bus like that, even if guns scared her. He would never forgive her and she would most likely never see him again. 

“Uhh, no I was over on the other side of the fire. When the crowd of people started running saying that there was a gun I ran too. You know I hate them.” She tried her best to sound convincing. Sometimes her father was intimidating. He gave her a raised eyebrow.

“You sure? It sounded like it was one of your Pogue friends.”

“No they were all with me around that time.”

He hummed, definitely not satisfied with her answer.

“Well, the Sheriff already told me she knew who it was but didn’t give me his name. I figured you’d know who it was.” He paused, choosing his words carefully. “Now, I don’t think the island is safe right now, so I need you to make smart decisions. No parties, no boats, no beaches and no hanging out with your little Pogue friends for a while. I don’t think they are very good influences.”

“Dad you can’t do that!” Y/N cried. “They’re my friends! I don’t care about the parties but that’s just not fair!”

“It’s what’s best. A man was found dead yesterday and I don’t need you being the next. The marsh is closed until we can find that sunken boat and any clues leading toward the investigation. I better see you here when I get back.” 

And with that, Victor Shoupe was out the door without a final glance towards his daughter. His heavy footsteps heard as he descended the stairs.

“You could have at least closed the door!” Y/N got up with a huff, slamming it hard enough to prove she was upset. He was right about one thing, having a police officer father was hard. She raced back to her phone, tapping on Kiara’s contact.

‘Bad news. Dads got me on lockdown saying it isn’t safe right now. He said the marsh was closed so if we’re doing this it’s gotta be fast. Gotta sneak around my mom to get the gear.’

Luckily, Y/N’s mom was locked away in her study, like usual. It was one room she was never allowed into no matter the circumstance. She had caught glimpses at it, but not long enough to make out what she does in there. Sometimes she would walk by and hear her aggravated sighs and hear frantic typing on her laptop. She figured it was just her working on a new novel and writer’s block. Everything about that room was a secret to her. Even her father rarely entered. Y/N changed into her bikini and jean shorts before sneaking down the stairs after she heard her father leave and the pickup truck pull out of the driveway. Avoiding the study, she ducked out the back door to avoid being seen through the window at the front of the house. The diving gear was kept in their small shed in the backyard. Half of the memorabilia, toys and tools in here hadn’t seen the light of day in years. With her parents so focused on their careers they never surfed or gardened since she could remember. After her mother was shot, life had never been the same. It seemed like her dad  was trying to prove that he has what it takes to become Sheriff one day and that her mother had to prove to the world that she is interesting enough to buy her books. Why was there anything to prove? None of her books made bestselling titles except for her autobiography of her life as a detective, wife and mother. She wrote mystery novels now. How fitting. 

The shed was unlocked. After locating the box of diving gear, she double checked that there was a mask and an oxygen tank before lifting it off the shelf and sneaking around the house again. She hopped in her car, thankfully parked on the street before making her way to the Chateau, not ready to see JJ. 

The boat ride out to the wreck was silent. The tension between Y/N and JJ could be felt from everyone around them. As John B came to a stop, Y/N brought out her gear, getting ready to hop in. John B threw out an anchor. 

“Fuck. This tank is a quarter full. I guess it really has been that long. I don’t even know if this is safe.” Y/N said, displaying her thoughts out loud.

“Great, I love it when a plan comes together.” Pope said sarcastically.

“It should only be... “ She looked down at the boat below. “25 minutes if that boat is 30 feet down. I just have to mark a safety stop.”

With that she took a ribbon from the gear box and her shorts off and plummeted into the water. 

“That was hot.” JJ blurted.

The friends rolled their eyes. Y/N resurfaced and jumped back into the boat. 

“Okay I tagged about ten feet down the anchor line. It’s where I’ll do my safety stop.”

For the first time since last night, JJ spoke to Y/N.

“Okay, when you’re down there, you’re going to look for the cargo hold. You stick this thing inside and twist and pull, okay?”

Y/N nodded, grabbing the key from JJ. She was still waiting on that apology. 

“See ya in a few!”

She placed the mask over her face, saluted to her friends and jumped into the water. The water in the marsh was murky, but the outline of the boat was evident amidst the cloudiness. 

Above water, the sound of police siren whooped through the air. 

“Oh shit it’s Y/N’s dad!”

“Just act frickin’ natural!” 

“Evening, officers.” 

“Evening.” Shoupe said in an assertive tone. He threw Pope a line to tie the boats together. The other cop from the motel raid was with him. 

“How you kids doin’? You know the marsh is closed?” He asked.

“No.”

“No, wow.”

“I didn’t know that.”

“Why- why was it closed?”

The friends tried to act as normal as possible. Their attempts feeble. 

“We’re conducting a search out here. Boat went down. Seen anything?”

A collective round of ‘no’s’ came from the group. Shoupe didn’t seem terribly convinced. JJ suddenly remembered that Y/N was down there, using more and more oxygen by the minute. He prayed she wouldn’t pop out of the water anytime soon. Another situation with bad timing.  The others seemed to realize too, attempting to hide their agitation from the officers. Shoupe noticed this.

“I’m going to uh, check your little boat out.”

“You wanna check, uh check her out, yeah.” John B stuttered. 

“Thank you.” 

Shoupe made his way into the boat. He glanced at each of the teenagers faces.

“You got any more of these?” He asked, holding up a life jacket.

“Yeah, yeah. There’s more in the hold.” 

Kiara stood up so he could look under the seat. 

JJ pulled out three more life jackets.

“Yeah, here you go.” He said.

Shoupe nodded sternly. He looked out onto the water, suspicious. He made his way to the bow of the boat.

“Be careful. You don’t want to slip.” Pope commented. Shoupe placed his sunglasses on, scanning the water for anything out of the ordinary. The sunset made it hard to search, creating a glare of colour on the surface. 

“All right.” He concluded. “Beautiful day.”

“Sure is, sir.”

“Let us know if you see anything on your way out.”

“Will do.” Replied JJ and Pope. 

“We’ll be gone soon sir.” 

“Yes you will.”

Shoupe got back into his boat and drove away. When he was out of sight, the group rushed to the side, worried for the girl who was underwater. 

“She’s definitely out of air.” Pope said. 

“There she is!” JJ yelled.

“Oh god! Jesus Christ!”

Y/N gasped for air loudly and desperately. She pulled the mask off and swam towards the boat.

“How’d it go down there?” John B asked. “Did you find anything?”

Unable to speak properly, Y/N tossed a black bag she scavenged onto the deck near JJ’s feet. He grabbed it immediately.

“Hell yeah!” He said. 

Y/N climbed the ladder, still short of breath.

“Yeah, you’re dad was here, but we took care of him.” Pope told her. Y/N let out an exasperated laugh. 

“Gotta, get back, before he does.” She said between breaths. She sat down tiredly. 

Kiara suddenly shifted.

“Hey, guys? Bogey at two o’clock.”

“What?”

A white boat was approaching the Pogues fast. Two men were on board. No one recognized it.

“Who is it?”

“I don’t know but let’s not stick around to find out. JJ get the bowline.” John B instructed. JJ tried to pull the anchor up as fast as he could. 

“Guys don’t wait up for me!” He yelled.

“Let’s go!” Kiara added.

The boat did not slow down. John B started up the boat and headed into the marsh. The mysterious boat and its occupants turned to follow them. 

“They’re following us!”

Y/N turned around at the same time the passenger began to pull out a gun. Her eyes widened.

“Gun! They’ve got a gun!” She alerted her friends before ducking down to avoid the line of fire. The first shot was sent out, narrowly missing John B who was intent on driving the boat as fast as he could. The rest of the gang lowered to the deck. JJ instinctively covered Y/N as best he could, shielding her from any potential bullets. He remembered her fear of guns this time.  

“John B, get down!” He yelled at his best friend. 

The perpetrator opened fire a second time. The boat was gaining on them.

“Oh my god we’re gonna die!” Pope yelled.  A third shot rung out. 

“Shit! Pope, move!” Kiara said, standing up to reach the net at the back of the boat. Another bullet flew by.

“Kie get down!”

Kiara ignored John B’s plea and threw the net behind the boat. A loud noise could be heard as it wrapped within the prop of the boat behind them. It slowed to a stop. Angry shouts of the two men could be heard as another shot flew after them. The Pogues drove to safety.

Back at the Chateau, John B grabbed the mystery bag and plopped it onto the dock. Y/N was still shaken up by the recent events, opting to be silent. JJ helped her off the boat in her shaken state. 

“What do you think is in it?”

“Gotta be money right?”

“Can we please just open the bag!” Pope ushered.  “You guys are literally killing me with anticipation.” 

John B opened the bag to take out another bag. He opened the drawstrings to reveal a metal cylinder. Y/N watched with eager eyes behind JJ. She hoped her efforts weren’t for nothing. 

John B unscrewed the end of the cylinder and dipped it upside down into his hand. A compass fell into his palm. He froze. 

“Oh, great job everyone! We found a compass.” Pope stated sarcastically. JJ looked disappointed.

“Sorry Y/N, looks like you almost drowned for a stupid compass that’s not worth anything.”

Y/N frowned while John B laughed.

“This was my father’s.” 

Any feedback appreciated. :) Let me know if I should continue! <3

[jenny-from-the-bau]

If I ever finished an xreader, it'd be over for you bitches (affectionate)

[harrysloveboat]

John B’s Girl | JJ Maybank Fic

Summary: JJ Maybank was absolutely screwed. So detrimentally screwed. John B was going to actually end him. The blonde haired surfer had a thing for his best friend’s girl, (Y/N) Cameron. And when JJ notices something he shouldn’t, all bets are off.

Word Count: 6.8K, (18+, Minors DNI, Mature Audience)

Warnings: Smut, rough sex, choking, semi-public sex, cheating, dirty talking, thigh riding, car sex, mention of toys, alcohol, p in v, unprotected sex, oral sex (fem receiving), degrading, Dark!JJ, JJxReader, John BxReader, Cameron!Reader, sprinkles of fluff included, I think I might’ve made Dark!John B too by accident, etc.

Please read warnings before continuing. Really tempted to make a second part if anyone wants it! The ending kinda makes me think a second part is just necessary. Mostly unedited.

Constructive criticism and requests open on my page. I write about Harry, 5SOS, Outer Banks, and TSITP! Thank you x

It’s been an entire week of watching (Y/N) Cameron unraveling before JJ’s blue eyes.

JJ has no idea how the girl got herself into this predicament, and he certainly doesn’t understand how he’s been the only one out of his friends to notice what’s been going on between John B and his girlfriend.

Actually he does understand why, but he refuses to admit it. How could he ever come clean about the way his body ached when she was near? Or how his heart thumped out of his chest when she would accidentally brush her bare skin against his during hot summer days on the H.M.S. Pogue. Even the tender way she’d brush loose strands of blonde hair from his forehead in passing would send shocks of electricity to every corner of his body.

But this annoyingly long week was painfully different from the rest.

(Y/N) had done something on Monday.

JJ wasn’t sure what, but he knew something she had done had sent John B off the deep end. Because for the whole day, John B wouldn’t spare a kind glance her way. No matter how many times she’d initiate a conversation, nudge his arm, intertwine their hands, or even sit on his lap, John B was an absolute rock. His responses were short and curt and his eyes would focus on anything but her.

The next day is when John B really enacted his revenge.

(Y/N) was doing everything she could to get back into his good graces. That morning, she woke up early to stop at the grocery store. Buying so many things that JB’s fridge was fully stocked when she returned.

Breakfast was her first attempt. There was bacon crisping in the oven, sending a mouthwatering aroma to every Pogue in The Chateau. She was scrambling eggs on the stovetop for everyone, with a smaller pan on the side that contained eggs with cheese. By the time the toast was popping out of the toaster oven, everyone had come alive with growling stomachs.

JJ and Pope had dug right in, surprised but also very wonderfully pleased by the first home cooked meal they’d had in a while. Kie had given her a big hug first, requesting that (Y/N) wake her up next time to lend her a hand. But even as John B was served his favorite eggs with cheese for just him, he gave them the tiniest nibble, before pushing his plate away.

“Not hungry,” he shrugged moving on to a refreshing morning shower instead with even as much as a sympathetic glance back.

Kie and Pope were lost in conversation, but JJ had been a witness to it all. More than anything, he noticed the way her entire demeanor deflated as John B stalked off. The excited glint in her eyes was extinguished in haste. The crinkles at the corner of her eyes vanished alongside her smile. His heart squeezed at the sight. JJ had wanted nothing more than to scoop her up in his arms and pepper her with millions of soft, thankful kisses. Nothing she could’ve done would’ve been enough for JJ to evoke the same reaction out of her if she was his.

That afternoon, however, is when things took a completely opposite direction.

Energized by their hearty breakfast, they all decided it was a perfect sunny day to do some fishing and swimming. Kie and Pope had canonballed into the clear blue water when it happened. JJ was grabbing a beer from the cooler as (Y/N) sat next to John B who was laying on a towel, perched at the front of the boat.

She had leaned down to speak something privately into his ear. Except he shook his head, face devoid of any emotion. “You’ve been a bad girl (Y/N). You don’t deserve any attention,” his hushed dismissal was the only thing JJ managed to catch. The pout on her plump lips and furrowed eyebrows told JJ everything he needed to know. The gears clicked together in his head almost too quickly.

(Y/N), out of all people, had a praise kink that John B was currently exploiting.

The realization went straight to his crotch, his swimming trunks horribly constricting for the entire day. It made so much sense. She aimed to please, getting so excited when someone was happy with something she did. He honestly felt foolish for not catching on sooner. If someone asked JJ if he jacked off to her sweet voice begging him to destroy her in his imagination, he would immediately deny it.

By Wednesday, JJ was hooked.

There was no conversation that could capture his focus for long. Every moment of his time was devoted to her. The urges JJ had to rush to her and be her new source of comfort were becoming overwhelming but so was the need to bend her over any flat surface. He was on the verge of being diagnosed as bipolar with the amount of times his mood would swing. Every disheartened expression or bite of a lip had JJ physically twitching to remedy her frustration. But anytime she’d sit on John B’s lap and search for forgiveness with gentle touches and suggestive whispers, JJ would have to excuse himself to hide the new semi he was sporting.

(Y/N) and John B cuddled together during a movie night on Thursday evening. JJ thought for a split second that (Y/N) had finally wormed her way through John B’s walls. It didn’t even make sense to him how his best friend had managed to hold out for so long when she was completely irresistible. A little part of him was curious to know what she had done that originally started this. What had angered JB enough to drag this punishment out? By the relaxed tone throughout the movie, he figured he’d never get the answer to that question. At least he’d be able to go back to regular conversations instead of consistently excusing himself to the restroom.

But of course, JJ never seems to catch a break.

Kie had disappeared from the living room at some point to sleep in the guest bedroom. Choosing a comfortable bed over morning neck pain. Pope was on the couch, mouth drooling onto the cushion that was propped under his head. JJ had been basically forced into the sleeping bag on the floor with one measly pillow. Aside from the discomfort of the wooden floor, he had managed to fall into a deep sleep. There was a sudden noise lulling him awake.

Soft, harsh pants stirred him from his dreams.

The movie was still playing on the screen, but the volume had been turned down to leave background noise. Even with the quiet chatter, JJ heard the distinct, “please John B,” that fell from (Y/N)‘s lips followed by an angry scoff. His blue eyes peeked open, just the slightest bit, only to feel like he could pass out from what was occurring on the single seat next to the couch.

(Y/N) was sitting on John B’s thigh, hips grinding down at a rapid pace to chase her end. All the while JB was focused on the screen not paying any mind to the horny girl riding him. JJ could see the wet stains on her cheeks, beads of sweat falling down her forehead. She was moving with urgency, obviously close to her orgasm.

“Can’t believe you have the audacity to beg me to touch you after what you did,” John B muttered furiously in response to her. The only crack in his hard interior that let JJ know he was affected by (Y/N)’s actions was the tight grip at her hip. His other hand was lazily holding the remote on the beige armrest to exaggerate his disinterest. “I’m sorry- I’m so sorry,” she pleaded as her hips faltered. The closer she got to her end, the haze in her mind would betray her. Slowing her movements just as she was on the verge of falling into the abyss and traitorously bringing her back.

He snicked at her, feeling her feeble attempts to get herself off on his thigh. She had wet through her panties hours ago, drenching John B’s thigh and the inner corners of hers. Her apologies were falling on deaf ears. “I’m not helping you. You’re lucky I’m even letting you cum when you’ve been such a bad girl. Sluts like you don’t deserve it.” His filthy words were what did it. Instead of being put off by them, the quickening of her pace and quiet whine that escaped her lips let JJ know that she enjoyed being degraded.

(Y/N)’s movement came to a sharp halt, thighs squeezing around John B as her orgasm washed over her in waves. Her entire body tensed up, face twisting in pleasure. Underneath the over-sized t-shirt her shoulders shook slightly. For the sake of not being caught by the others, it took all her strength to keep the noises at bay while threatening to spill over at any given moment. JJ thinks he might be the one to beg to hear those sounds next. She collapsed against him, scratching at his chest with a small cry when he grinded up against her overstimulated pussy.

JJ didn’t sleep for the rest of the night.

He found himself in the shower again hours later, fisting his cock repeatedly until he was cumming harder than he ever thought he could.

Friday night was finally the last nail hammered into his coffin.

The party was booming, every Kook, Pogue, and Touron joining together for an epic get together at the Boneyard. Alcohol was influencing the rager, people dancing around the bonfire with high spirits. They had all ridden in the Twinkie together but gradually dispersed throughout the night. Pope was trying, and failing, to flirt with a brown-haired Touron who was too drunk to understand. She was cute but clueless. Kie was dancing in the crowd with John B, enjoying the music and winding down from an eventful day at The Wreck. She was oblivious to the fact that the nonchalant guy in front of her wasn’t paying a lick of attention.

JJ was leaning against a palm tree, crushing a can of beer in his hand. He had been in a fowl mood all day, snapping at everyone over the smallest of inconveniences. He couldn’t help it, nothing he had done was able to satisfy his persistent hard-on. Any time (Y/N) was within his eyesight, even momentarily, all the blood would rush down between his legs. Every hair flip made JJ want to grab it into a ponytail and tug hard. Inches of exposed skin silently requesting to be marked by his teeth. JJ was so sexually frustrated that he was honestly considering taking some girl home tonight.

The idea was tempting as his blue irises raked through the crowd. There were some good options available. Sophie, his old friends with benefits, had been eyeing him all night. A red haired girl had flirted with him when he retrieved his second beer. Shit there was even a drunk Kook that had been throwing herself at him if push came to shove. Still, none of them were what he actually craved deep in his bones. Subconsciously, JJ found the girl he had been really after.

(Y/N) was seated on a log in front of the fire wearing a white flowy dress that ended at the middle of her thighs. It had two straps at the top that tied behind her neck. She was free of make-up, her natural features mesmerizing JJ even from a distance. Her silky hair was blowing past her shoulders in the soft night breeze.

The fire lit up her face with hues of red and orange. Her head was tilted up slightly, eyes sealed shut. She seemed distracted, mind far away from the craziness surrounding her. JJ’s head shifted to the side in curiosity as he noted the odd behavior. He watched as (Y/N) pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, biting down harshly. Her hands had a death-like grip on the wood below her. Something was clearly wrong.

A surge of worry passed by JJ, wondering if the girl was okay. This week had been rougher on her than any of the other Pogues knew. He was the only one besides John B that was aware of the inner turmoil she was experiencing. This meant, Kie, (Y/N)’s best friend and confidante wasn’t clued into this secret that JJ had unintentionally stumbled upon. There was no way she could know the girl needed somebody. Deciding that he needed to take it upon himself to check up on her, JJ’s legs moved before his brain did.

He took a couple of strides in her direction with no decipherable sentence coming to mind. JJ had to think a little more instead of acting on a whim. He found comfort for his nerves in the red hat being snugly placed on his hair backwards before finally sitting down next to her. “Hey, you okay?” JJ’s tone held more compassion than usual, opting to rip off the band aid. Their normal playful banter was replaced by genuine emotion that JJ was struggling to contain.

(Y/N) didn’t even notice him sit until his voice was bringing her back from the pleasure she was floating off into. Her eyes were dark, filled with lust as they landed on JJ’s. Now that he was actually sitting next to her, able to properly focus and analyze her behavior, the color drained from his face as he became all too aware. Her thighs were pressed together tightly, nails digging into the wood. (Y/N) was breathing heavily, vibrations from the plug John B had inserted before leaving The Chateau were teasing her. Her boyfriend held the remote to the stupid thing and he had been turning it off and on all night. Sometimes she’d be in a casual conversation and have to excuse herself because he’d purposefully turn on the highest setting. Even making her spill a little bit of beer down her chin in front of Kie.

By now, (Y/N) was desperate. She was squirming in her seat, holding back the pornographic moans this device had taken her to. After withholding sex from her the entire week and choosing to insert this new toy he had purposefully disappeared earlier to buy, she was like a rabid animal. The intensity of repeatedly being brought to the brink and then cut off had broken any sense of normalcy she had managed to maintain. The fiery passion in her eyes was undeniable. “I-I’m okay- yeah,” (Y/N) practically squeaked out, one hand moving to crumble the hem of her dress in a fist.

John B was insatiable from where he stood. Although he was well aware of the state he had led his girlfriend into, just the sight of JJ sitting next to her set him off. His hand reached into his jean pocket, clasping the cheap plastic and turning on the max speed with several clicks to the plus sign on the right. It was stupid and idiotic, but the jealousy that flared didn’t let him act clearly.

(Y/N) tried to contain a gasp as her body jumped slightly at the sudden change. She knew exactly what John B was doing. He was marking his territory in front of JJ, who by the look in his face obviously knew what was going on. Without an inkling about how JJ felt, John B was still going out of his way to prove (Y/N) was his. Making her cum inches away from his best friend.

JJ knew it. Saw her eyes roll to the back, her mouth drop open and nose scrunch up. The pleasure overcame her body. The orgasm ripped through her body after being edged for so long. Her toes curled as John B forced her to ride out her high in front of him with no mercy. She was unable to hide the twitch of her thighs. Tears from the pleasure mixed in with embarrassment. JJ was frozen, rock solid in his cargo shorts. His face gave nothing away except his acknowledgment of the situation. The words to describe the hunger he felt had yet to be invented. At the same time his outrage at John B’s intentional deed simmered over.

The tension in the air was palpable with deafening silence consuming them. There was no ounce of awkwardness with the way both of them were stuck in their heads. She swallowed hard, looking away as her bottom lip trembled. Seeing as John B had no intentions of turning it off, only lowering the setting, she chose to retreat. There was no explanation that could hide or sugarcoat the truth. (Y/N) got up muttering an unintelligible excuse before she was disappearing behind the fire with a walk of shame.

JJ’s entire body was hot with adrenaline and need. A primal need to fuck the girl into oblivion was no longer in his control. The pure desire radiating off her body had pushed JJ past the boundary of respect. John B smirking victoriously towards Kie did nothing to aid JJ, only encouraged him to follow in the path that (Y/N) had headed towards.

She had found safety next to the Twinkie, crying freely into the crease of her elbow against the window. The vibrator was still going, overstimulating her yet she knew better than to take it out without being told to. John B had gone too far, giving in to the green eyed monster that veered his head. Her body was almost clinging to the van at this point when calloused fingers ran up the back of her thigh.

The warm touch alerted her to the presence of somebody behind her. (Y/N)’s back arched slightly on instinct, finally getting what she was craving. She felt so depraved, so starved. Just a simple graze had goosebumps spreading like wildfire. “John B- please- I-I can’t anymore. Take it out,” she cried pathetically, begging for some form of release.

JJ groaned at the tone of her voice, so ready and desperate. It was taking all his willpower to not bend her over right now and ram himself inside of her. Without speaking, his hand continued to travel up her thigh painfully slow. In her daze she missed the hesitancy in the touch that would’ve been hasty and quick had it been John B. His eyes were trained on the dress that was hiking up, exposing a delicious set of red lace panties. Precum stained his boxers just from the sight. JJ grabbed a handful of her ass cheek tightly, reveling in the way she pushed her ass out to him and whined.

“I’m gonna warn you right now (Y/N). If I’m the one that takes it out, I’m going to fuck you so hard that you’re going to forget what his name is,” JJ growled into her ear, hot breath washing over her hypersensitive skin. (Y/N) recognized the voice immediately, feeling the cold rings that belonged to this particular Pogue cooling her ass through the pain of the grip. Her forehead fell onto the window, a pitiful whimper responding to JJ’s offer. It was wrong, so so wrong. But the bulge pressing into her ass had her eyes fluttering shut.

JJ’s logic had quite literally left planet Earth. The only thing on his mind was her. The fear of rejection wasn’t even present. His hand confidently found a home in the curve of her hip, squeezing it tightly as he ground his cock into her ass pushing her further against the van. They both moaned, any hesitation fully dissipating with the wind.

“Take it out- take it out JJ,” she gasped, his name sounding like heaven as it fell from her lips. His new mission was to hear her scream it. JJ moved with newfound purpose, flipping her over harshly before he crouched down. “Hold your dress up and spread your legs,” the dominant tone of JJ’s voice sent a new rush of slickness down her thighs.

This was JJ, her boyfriends best friend, pulling down her panties in one swift move and licking his lips ready to devour her. “JJ please,” she was so vocal, feeding into his own filthy nature. What really almost made him cum in his black boxers was the sight before him. Her pussy was glistening, wrapped tightly around the softly buzzing vibrator. Her clit was swollen, puckering and aching. He licked his lips, imprinting this image in his brain.

JJ grabbed onto the end of it, teasingly pulling it out of her and back in which earned him a breathless moan. Her hips pushed down against it automatically, chasing the feeling. “You’ve been such a good girl all night, taking it so well,” JJ’s words had her free hand gripping the handle to the door. Without even letting her process it, his fingers were replacing the vibrator which found solace in JJ’s back pocket.

He shoved two fingers in deep, coating them with her previous orgasm in a matter of seconds. JJ nudged every corner, hitting every spot reachable in this position. He moved with skill, determination clear in the way his lips wrapped around her nub and sucked. (Y/N)’s breath was knocked out of her lungs at the sensation. Her jaw slacks from the pleasure as the spark at the pit of her belly grows into an untamable fire. JJ moved like a man who needed this to survive. He flattened his tongue against her clit, the tip poking into the entrance where his fingers were sliding in and out with ease. Finally tasting her sweetness forced a moan to ripple through him and into her.

(Y/N)’s head fell back against the window hard enough to hurt and yet she didn’t feel it at all. All her senses were hyper focused on the man between her legs. Each flicker of his tongue would make her knees go out. She would’ve been on the ground already had it not been for JJ’s hand digging into her thigh to keep her up as well as open. A particular curve of his finger had a high pitched noise tumbling out. JJ didn’t miss a beat, continuing with a new rhythm as he memorized what made her walls clench around him.

“I-I’m gonna- JJ, fuck,” she couldn’t even finish her sentence but he knew exactly what she was going to say. Everything became blurry, her chest heaving from the change in his movements. The muscles in her thighs tense, attempting to close subconsciously but JJ refuses to let them. His fingers dig into her thigh so hard they’ll be bruises in the shape of his hand tomorrow. Her climax was rapidly approaching, knot tightening in her abdomen.

His tongue circled her relentlessly. Everything wrong with what they were doing secretly inflamed her heat. (Y/N)’s mind went hazy from the increasing thrusts of his fingers. The pleasure exploding inside of her in a gut twisting way. JJ watched her face twist from the blissful waves causing her eyes to close. The intensity made her mind go blank as a string of curses were spoken. He forced her to ride out her high by lapping up everything that landed on his tongue. He savored the taste, unforgivingly continuing until her body was shaking from the stimulation.

(Y/N) didn’t even get a break. She was unable to catch a breath with JJ’s merciless assault. Her hand moved from the door to his head, pushing the cap off in favor of grabbing his blonde hair. He finally eased up when he was satisfied, pulling his mouth away and not hesitating to lick his lips. “Taste so fucking good princess,” JJ breathed out while his fingers gradually came to a stop. She squeezed his hair, a whimper coming out. It was hard to believe this was JJ Maybank below her, eyes gleaming after eating her out alive.

He stood up, moving the hand that had left imprints to fist her loose hair and tilt her head up. “Suck it off my fingers,” he demanded. The authoritative tone left her with no option but to open her mouth. Her tongue slipped between the two fingers sucking them clean without breaking eye contact. JJ’s already darkening eyes were pitch black now, hints of blue disappearing at her eagerness.

“You like that don’t you? Sucking your cum off my fingers. Wonder how your little boyfriend would feel if he saw you right now,” JJ taunted her. Tears brimmed the edges of her eyes but her thighs moved to shut. JJ’s knee shot out before they could, grinding up against her overly sensitive mound. He was rewarded with a delicious moan that reminded him of his leaking member that was still trapped. “Say it princess. Whose gonna fuck you and make you cum a second time in a row?” The fingers that were in her mouth moved to wrap around her throat. He gave her the freedom to speak, his forehead dangerously close to hers. Their lips could meet if she moved just a little closer. The curiosity to find out what kissing him would feel like distracted her. The soft squeeze at her throat broke her out of the trance, reminding her to respond.

(Y/N) nodded for no reason, hips pushing down against JJ’s thigh to show how much she still wanted him. “You JJ. You’re gonna fuck me and make me cum again. Please- want it so bad, want your cock inside of me,” the neediness in her tone sent JJ into a frenzy. No imagination could come close to the real thing. His neck shot forward, their lips molding together in a passionate kiss. They moved in sync while JJ’s hand slid down, pulling at the strings of her dress to undo the knot in a swift move. His hand skimmed further down, kneading and squeezing every inch of her skin from her curves to her ass.

She was mewling in his mouth, every caress weakening her. It was hard to feel guilty with the way the rough pads of his fingers ran across her scorching hot skin. Her hands moved to unbutton his shorts falling prey to her desires. “Need it J,” the sincerity is what snapped him back into action.

JJ untangled their bodies to open the Twinkie, taking her hand so that she was standing in front of him and could go in first. Without saying it, he placed his palm at the center of her back. A soft push let her know to get onto all fours on the soft fabric of the seats. The van door slammed shut behind them before he was shoving his clothes off with urgency. A thought lit up like a light bulb inside his head as he finished undressing.

“If you want me to give you what needy sluts like you deserve, you need to answer my question,” JJ stated seriously as his hands tucked under the top of her dress. Now with the strap off, he was able to peel off the dress from top to bottom. The panties that had only been able to reach her mid thigh before JJ lost it, slipped off alongside the dress. Confusion settled into (Y/N)’s expression. Her right cheek was pressed into the seat, only getting a small glimpse of JJ’s face. “I’ll answer anything JJ please,” the apprehension as to what the question could be was drowned out by the throbbing between her legs. The anticipation was eating her alive and he was on an unholy plight to push every single one of her buttons.

JJ smirked devilishly while leaning down to press his bare chest against her back. His cock was standing up, solid from days of built up tension. He slid between her wet folds, earning moans from the both of them. “What did you do that made John B so mad?” He whispered into her ear before resting his forehead on the back of her head. His lips ghosted over the skin at the nape of her neck sending chills down her spine. It took a moment for her to put together what he was saying. The realization dawned on her face, unable to admit what he wanted to hear. JJ’s suspicion grew with the way her breathing stuttered.

“Doesn’t matter J, just fuck me,” she attempted to sway him away from the topic but being told to ignore it only made him more persistent. “Ah, ah,” he tsked in a disapproving tone. JJ moved his hips to continue teasing her, gradually sliding between her lips and get himself wet with all her juices. He’d move so far down that his tip would just barely nudge against her hole and then proceed to slide back. His hands disappeared around (Y/N)’s sides, grabbing hold of her breasts and massaging them roughly. His fingertips found her already hardened nipples, tugging and pulling to get his point across. “You want me to fuck your tight cunt? You’re gonna have to tell me sweet girl. Because I’ll walk away right now.”

(Y/N) whined in frustration. JJ’s attempts to make her comply worked all to well. Her heart was racing with impatience and every nerve ending was shot. She could feel just how long and big he was. It made her tighten pathetically around nothing. She wanted to cry to express the distress she was feeling. His hands played at her nipples, fogging her mind up even further. A high pitched noise waved the white flag as she gave in to his attack. The risk of JJ leaving right now outweighed the shitstorm that inevitably followed the truth. “I flirted with you Sunday night.”

JJ paused, his hope flourishing into fact. What JJ had deemed a concocted idea was in fact more than just a sexually fueled imagination.

(Y/N) walked into the kitchen, hair wet from a recent shower. Despite an exhausting day surfing at the beach, she still managed to walk with a bounce in her step and a smile on her lips. Her attitude was always contagious and distracting. “Hey J, not coming out for the movie?” she questioned, digging into the freezer. All the Pogues were camped out in the living room to watch a new movie while JJ was perched on the counter top with a beer in hand.

He ran his fingers through his hair, watching as she pulled out the last chocolate fudge bar which halted his answer. His eyebrow raised as she whirled around to him. She removed the plastic casing with no rush in the world, before wrapping her plump lips around the bar. JJ’s blue eyes trailed downwards, captivated by the way she bobbed her head up and down in such a suggestive way. Her question was long forgotten with a lick of his dry lips.

“That’s my bar,” JJ stated avoiding a comment on the affect her actions were having on him. He was also technically correct. Nobody else ate the fudge bars except for him. Although, he had been noticing that he was reaching the end of the box quicker than normal. Apparently he discovered the culprit. It was hard to actually take it seriously though, not when he could swear there was a mischievous glint in her eyes. Like she purposefully put on a show for him.

(Y/N) simply tilted her head to side biting her bottom lip. “And what are you going to do about it?” The question was innocent. Yet it sounded so risqué. Like she was tempting him to take it further than that. His muscles twitched to grab her right there. But John B clearing his throat from the kitchen entrance snapped JJ out of whatever that was.

He was too consumed by her lips, her doe eyes, the way her cheeks hollowed around the bar, all of it. JJ had barely noticed John B in that moment. The thought that he might’ve heard or seen anything didn’t even cross JJ’s mind. He just quickly got up and rushed past them to the living room. He had written the whole thing off. It was easier to convince himself that he had probably imagined the whole thing rather than feeding into a delusion where she had actually teased him.

JJ had been so right though. He had read her cues perfectly. Not only had she been flirting with him, but it was also the reason that John B was infuriated. The more he dwelled on the thought, the more his heart thumped louder. They all joked and flirted amongst themselves, John B did with Kie. It was all harmless. So John B getting mad at this moment meant he felt threatened by JJ. Like (Y/N) had given him a reason to worry.

The admission made something snap inside of JJ. A flood of emotions surged forward as the dam he had built to contain them collapsed under the strength of her honesty. He quickly removed his hands from her body to lift himself up. As promised, JJ lined himself up with her slick entrance. Any desire to see her down on her knees would have to be put on hold for next time. There was no way he could put this off any longer. He took just a second to nudge his tip passed the barrier and back to hear the starved whimper that she was unable to hold in. Finding sick pleasure in her shameless need for him. “Please JJ.” Without warning, right after she spoke, he slammed his hips forward. He forget everything except the feeling of being enveloped by velvety tight walls. A loud moan mixed in with a deep groan could be heard from outside the van. He reached deep into her like this, taking her breath away.

The grip around his cock could make him pass out. He muttered an inaudible cuss word, not giving her a second to adjust. JJ pulled out to the tip before shoving himself back inside her and repeating the motion until it grew into a consistent pace. (Y/N) was a broken record of moans and pleas. With every thrust her hips would rut back into him. The anticipation had been replaced with numbing pleasure. Her eyes couldn’t focus on a single thing, completely overwhelmed. His fingers tangled into her hair, shoving her further into the seat.

JJ used the new support to deepen and harden his pace. His hips were jolting into her and sending her forward each time. JJ was failing to hold back, milking every noise out of her sweet lips. The vibrator that was still in the pocket of his shorts that were now located on the floor began to vibrate loudly. JJ smirked viciously, digging into her hip for assistance to ram into her, admiring the way her swollen pussy swallowed his cock in between them. “Do you hear that? John B’s turning up the vibrator while you’re getting stuffed with his best friends cock,” JJ coed before his breath hitched at the tight squeeze his words evoked.

It shouldn’t have turned her on the way it did but she couldn’t help it. Her body reacted before she could. His lewd words reached kinks (Y/N) didn’t even know existed within her. She cried out as his balls slapped against her clit, shooting pangs of intense pleasure up her body. Her legs would be giving out soon, she wouldn’t be able to keep this up. Feeling (Y/N)’s end approaching, JJ fisted her hair and pulled her up against his chest with ease. “Who owns your pretty pussy now (Y/N)?” he panted, his hot breath fanning over the back of her neck at the new proximity.

(Y/N) moaned out loudly as he pounded back into her in this new position. He broke her train of thought before she even had a chance to think of a reply. The hand at her hip smoothed upward, pausing to grope her boob roughly. Her back arched in response with a sharp gasp before he finally landed on her throat. JJ squeezed, digging his fingers into her pressure point and loosening it to remind her to speak. “You JJ. JJ Maybank owns me and my pussy,” (Y/N) yelped hand moving to grip onto the seat while the other reached back into JJ’s blonde locks. JJ growled, increasing his pace when she jumped forward at a certain shift in angle.

Her eyes were glazing over as the fingers at her neck tightened. Their bodies molded together in a matching rhythm. Her hips jutted down to meet every single one of his upward strokes. JJ was using the grip on her neck to lift and slam her back into him. The filthy sounds of their bodies smacking together was the only thing heard in the foggy van. “So fucking tight,” JJ mutters, lips moving to suck a hickey into the back of her neck. Now that he had discovered how close she was with the way her body quivered in his grasp, he wrecked his way inside of her.

Knowing it was a bad idea, (Y/N)‘s head had still tilted to allow him room to mark her. She was a mess of endless mewls and echoed moans, too dazed by the way he was manhandling her. Her end was quickly building, eyes rolling as she fell back onto the curve of his shoulder. His hand left her hair to explore down the middle of her chest. He trailed a finger down her stomach before finally reaching the top of her pussy. His hand cupped her, fingers wrapping around her opening that was still engulfed by his twitching cock. He palmed at her clit, eliciting a loud cry from (Y/N).

“Beg me to make you cum like he can’t,” JJ slowed his hand to show he’d stop in a scarily calm way, making tears spill over from how hopeless she felt. At this point (Y/N) needed the sweet relief as much she needed oxygen in her lungs. “You already made me cum harder than he ever has-,” her breath caught as he dug his palm into her swollen clit at the confession, “I’m all yours JJ- please make me cum.” That was all he needed to apply just enough pressure to leave (Y/N) sputtering. Her eyes went black as the ferocity of her orgasm left her seeing stars. Her entire body writhed from the intensity. JJ groaned at the way her walls tightened around him. She was drifting into clouds of bliss while riding out her high.

It all encouraged him further to his own end. He removed his hand from her beyond sensitive clit to lay her down fully onto her stomach. JJ’s back stayed pressed against her, not slipping out in the slightest bit. With the new position, her walls clamped down on him. He couldn’t refrain from snapping his hips up to bring the unrelenting speed back to life. This time he was chasing his own end, using her warm hole to get himself off. (Y/N) was incoherent under him, utterly fucked out. “That’s it take it,” his hips lost rhythm, “take all my cum,” jerking upwards desperately. He moaned loudly into her ear, thick ropes of his cum painting her insides.

She shuddered feeling him stop as deep as he could go, his cock throbbing with every drop her clenching pussy squeezed out. They were both panting, the temperature in the van was absurdly high. His sweaty body gave out, hiding her naked one under his. She found the weight of it comforting in her post orgasmic fog. It took her a few minutes to properly come back. JJ had leaned up now, pressing electrifying open-mouthed kisses against the dips of her upper back. His hips shifted a little, earning a broken moan from the girl below him.

When he began to move, she leaned back, not wanting to end the fantasy bubble they had created. JJ shushed her with a small smack to her ass that made her jump. Both of them groaned at the sudden movement and he gripped the redden skin where his hand had just spanked. His other hand had vanished under the seat, reaching for vibrator that was still going off wildly. Her pussy spasmed in fear of the vibration inside of her again after the fucking he had just put her through. “Fuck Princess,” JJ hissed almost pinching her ass from the sensitivity.

The one act of kindness JJ had showed (Y/N), was flicking the manual switch to off on the device.

His fingers looped around the end of it, sitting up carefully.

Her ears perked up as the vibrating came to a stop. “JJ what are you doing?” (Y/N)’s shaky, fucked out voice rang through the silence. JJ felt no need to respond pulling out in one swift go. The feeling of emptiness didn’t settle because he was pumping the vibrator back into her, refusing to let any of the evidence vanish. Her muscles tightened, enduring the continued stimulation with a small puff.

“As much as I want to watch my cum drip out of your wrecked cunt..,” JJ’s voice drifted off as his blue irises dropped to the round curve of her ass. He was mesmerized by her worn out body. The marks he had left were giving in to his ego. His hand tenderly rubbed the skin down her back and squeezed at her butt. He’ll never get enough of the feeling.

“You’re gonna keep this vibrator in until John B undresses you at The Chateau. He’s gonna think he’s won, having made you cum in front of me, out of my reach. Then he’s gonna spread your bruised thighs. Shit he’ll even wonder why the vibrator could possibly be turned off. Then when he pulls it out, all of my cum is gonna drip out of his girls pussy for him.”

*****

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Small Things

Word Count: 1.5k

Quick little fic about jjxreader

You're having a bad day, and JJ notices. She brings you into her office for a quick talk, a talk happens but so does a kiss...

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Today had been a clusterfuck. Everything you thought you had all planned out for the day started unraveling the minute you stepped through the doors of the BAU. JJ had gone over the case you guys were taking the night before, but since the need to travel wasn't needed due to the case taking place so close to home, the team was able to go home to sleep and get there early to plan the way they were going to handle everything. The problem arose when a new victim had turned up, even though they had gone over everything related to the case and never saw something like this happening. you started to feel like there was something you had missed, and that this girl dying had somehow been your fault. 

“Are you okay?” You heard Spencer behind you, not getting too close to protect you from the others noticing something was wrong.

“Yeah… yeah I’ll be fine Spence. Thanks for asking.” You didn’t even look up at him, you just rearranged a few things on your desk hoping that he would get the hint and leave you alone. You wanted to desperately to be left alone and to deal with things on your own. You were never one to ask for help, and today was not the day you were going to start. 

“Hey.” You heard a softer voice speak behind you. You wanted to turn around and yell in anger but you knew who was there, and you never wanted to hurt her. She meant well and was just checking on you. 

You turned around, with tears in your eyes, and looked at her. She didn’t say another word. She came up to you, grabbed your hand, and led you up the stairs to her office. That was how the two of you worked most of the time, words were no longer needed, and all it took was a second to see how the other was acting to gauge what was needed. JJ knew if you were out there for any longer, you would have a meltdown, and it would absolutely embarrass you to the point of no return if that were to happen. 

As soon as you both entered her office, she set you down in a chair and she sat in the one opposite you. She held your hand and looked up at you, her face a mix of concern and empathy. You hated when people looked at you with concern, you wanted to be the person no one had to worry about, you could handle everything on your own, and JJ knew that. But here she was, worrying about you because no matter how hard you tried to prove to her that you didn’t need anyone to care about you, she refused to listen to you. You wanted to keep your head down and to look at your legs instead of up at JJ but you knew she wouldn’t let you do that. You forced yourself to crane your neck up and look at her, and as soon as you did a tear rolled out of your eye and you flung your hand up to stop it from going any further. 

“What is going on?” She asked, not in a harsh tone, but in one that you knew meant she wanted the truth and not some half-assed answer you would give anyone else. 

“Today didn’t go how it was supposed to JJ, we were supposed to find the Unsub before anything bad happened again. This all feels like I failed somehow. I feel like I was supposed to stop this from happening, I had it all planned out how we were going to catch him but he still managed to take another girl's life before we could.” The last few words came out broken through the sobs that were tearing their way out of your body. You had tried so hard to keep them in, but in front of JJ, it didn’t matter how hard you tried. She had this way about her that made you feel comforted and safe, and your emotions knew you didn’t have to hide around her. She was the type of person who could break down walls you or she didn’t know were there. She was herself, and it brought out the best in everyone around her.

“What happened today was not your fault. It was no one's fault. We cannot fully predict another person’s actions no matter how hard we try. We can try our damnedest but sometimes people act irrationally under pressure and they do things that even we as profilers cannot see happening.” She rubbed her thumb over your knuckles to keep you grounded in what she was saying, to keep you present. You knew from the moment you stepped foot in this office that she would be able to make you combat the hard feelings that were swirling around in your head. 

“Also, asking for help does not make you weak. You are the strongest person I know, even now with tears running down your face, actually especially now.” 

You sighed, “You’re just saying that to make me feel better aren't you?” 

She didn’t smile. She looked stone-faced, which made you a bit nervous, scared that you somehow had made her mad at you, which was the absolute last thing you wanted.

“I am completely serious here. You are a strong person, and your being upset right now shows how much you care about your job and the people you help. That is something that no one can take away from you and something that shows the amount of strength you have to be able to continue to do this job every single day.” She didn’t break eye contact with you the entire time she spoke. Her face had begun to get softer the more she spoke to you, showing how genuine she was about how she felt, about how strong and caring you were.  

You both just sat there for a few moments, you soaking in what she said, and her letting you deal with whatever was going on in your mind. You never really understood why it was so hard for you to ask for help, or why you held yourself to such a high standard. You would never think poorly of one of your teammates for crying or even just having a hard time on a case. You would think they just simply cared about their job enough to still be human and have strong emotions. 

“I know you’re going through your feelings right now, and just know whenever you’re ready to talk, or even if you just want to sit here and be together I can do whatever. I also have some cheese puffs in my drawer over there if you want some.” 

This made you smile, “JJ, you have my favorite snacks in your drawer?”

A blush passed over her cheeks, which filled you almost with a sense of pride that you made her happy. 

“I maybe have your favorite snack in my drawer, and I maybe bought them when you told me what your favorite snack was. I wanted them in case you ever needed or wanted them.” She turned her head away from you for a second and you just sat there and smiled at her.

JJ was the first person on this team to make you feel appreciated and that made you feel a part of the team. She was the type of person who would make every single person in the room with her feel comfortable and allow them to have time to speak. If someone talked over someone around her she would make the point to make sure they got the chance to speak about whatever they were trying to say. She was just simply put, a good person. Of course, she had your favorite snack in her drawer, only she would. 

When she turned her head back to you, you leaned forward and kissed her. It was a soft kiss at first, allowing her to back away if she didn’t feel the same way about you. Once she pressed harder into you and deepened the kiss you knew it was over for you both. The kiss quickly became more passionate. You pressed your hand against her cheek and she ran her fingers through your hand, pulling a bit which made a moan escape your lips. You could feel her smile against your mouth. You went to reach to move her top off of her shoulder when you both heard someone walk by her office and Hotch, your boss, began talking. 

You quickly stood up, began to rearrange your clothes, and fix your hair. You smiled down at JJ who was looking up at you with stars in her eyes. She started laughing a mix of panic and just pure amusement. Neither of you planned for this to happen. It was just a friend helping a friend in need, and then it progressed to what felt like two school girls doing something while the principal was doing his rounds. It honestly was the best thing that came out of this terrible day. You couldn’t have asked for anyone better to make everything feel right again. 

You reached down and kissed JJ on the forehead, “That was…”

JJ didn’t hesitate to finish your sentence, “Yeah.” With a quick smile, you both walked out of her office, knowing you were going to finish that later.

[luvstarss]

can I have a request with jj maybank x shy! reader where you work at the beach in a bar or something like that and stares at him all the time bc you're afraid to ask him out and he gives a typical jj answer for stalking him and you're upset & avoiding him. until kie tells JJ he's wrong it's just you're in awe? Fluff ending please 🥺

You can write it like you want, just an idea! Love it anyway

Oblivious

JJxReader

Warnings:Alchohol.Talk about sex I guess?

I'm working behind the counter as I watch JJ pick out some surf gear "You're staring"my co-worker Leah chimes in "Hm what?"I say as I snap out of my train of thought. She just laughs and continues to stock shelves.

JJ had been coming into the store almost every day for the last few weeks buying random shit like surf wax or a new shark necklace. He comes up to the counter "Just them please" he says as he looks at me with a smile "You've been coming here a lot recently"I giggle with a smile "Surf season coming up good waves and shit I gotta prepare" he replies with a cheesy grin.

I round up his items "fifteen dollars fifty"I say as I open the register "fuck I've only got 10 hold em' for me ?I'll come back to pay for the rest" he replies as he looks through his pockets embarrassment painted on his face."you're good"I say with a small smile "what?"he says looking up “don't worry about it take it as my discount"I say "oh-Thankyou so much"he says  with a warm smile as I give him his stuff and he leaves the surf shop.

Timeskip

“You sure I look okay Ames?”I say in an unsure tone to my best friend Amy as I look in the mirror pulling my dress down and doing what I can to make myself feel more comfortable in the short skin tight material “bitch you look so fucking good” she says as she stares back at me through the reflecting in the mirror.

“don’t worry JJ will love it” she adds with a teasing grin. I give her an unimpressed look through the mirror “I fucking hate the fact I like him” I reply as I brush out the curls in my hair “Can’t help true love” she says with the same teasing grin still painted on her face.

Me and Amy finish up getting ready and head to the boneyard. As we walk onto the sand the sweet smell of alcohol and weed fills my senses. We go over to the keg and fill up our cups. As I look around grasping my surroundings I lock eyes with a familiar blonde boy standing with his usual group of friends wearing his signature grey cargo shorts and black tank top. I immediately look away and turn back to Amy.

“are u even listening?”she scoffs “I-yeah”I reply my tone sounding a lot more unsure than I intended “girl go over there”she grins as she follows my gaze to JJ “No way shut up”I respond with an eye roll.

Somehow throughout the night me and Amy had migrated around the bomb fire with JJ and his group of friends just laughing and talking to each other the alcohol taking slight effect slowly but surely. Me and Jj keep catching each other’s eyes but I ignore it and keep talking to other people surrounding us.

“JJ you just can never admit you’re in the wrong dumbass” Kiara giggles as she sips her drink. “No, she practically tried to fuck me on the fucking sand!”He defends “I mean I wouldn’t have said no to a hot kook” he adds with his signature toothy grin. I feel my cheeks rush in slight jealousy. Amy gives me a look. “JJ you need to get over her” John B. chimes in “Her dad's like a rich kook who owns the whole entire neighbourhood “John b adds deflating JJ's ego.

I get up and go back over to the keg to fill up my cup. Amy jogs over to me “You okay?” she says scanning my face for a signal of how I feel “What? oh yeah, all good” I reply with a small smile “He’s being an ass don’t worry” She says referring to jj talking about that girl “Amy me and JJ have had like two conversations I have no right at all to be jealous and shit “I reply as I run my hand through my hair “so your jealous?” she clocks with a smirk “bitch shut up” I scoff with a grin as we go back over to the group.JJ shouts my name “Hm?”I respond confused as I look at the blonde .

He looks at Kiara then back at me “Your a kook if you were my girl-“He begins clearly trying to prove another point to John B or some shit before he can finish Kiara hits him in the arm “what did I do!”he responds in a defensive tone. I laugh it off as I sip my drink.

Me and Amy end up wondering off from the group I see Kiara talking to JJ.

“JJ she obviously fucking likes you!”Kiara says as she hits JJ arm “Stop fucking hitting me!and no she doesn’t!”he says defending himself“you’re so oblivious”Kiara sighs “You don’t see it because your a guy”she adds “I-cam does not like me your just being weird”he scoffs “fucking talk to her JJ”Kiara adds as she goes off to talk to John B.

Im just stood with Amy as we talk and sip on our drink when I see the blonde slightly stumble over to us “Cam can I talk to you?”JJ speaks as he look between me and Amy . Me and Amy just give each other a look “I-um sure”I reply confused . Amy nods as she walks away back over to the bombfire. “What’s up?”I say confusion still laced in my voice . “Do u like me?shit- I don’t know how do do all this shit-Kiara said you liked me”he says as I runs his hand over his face in embarrassment .

“I-well -“I begin. “I like you and I feel really bad talking about that girl in front of you earlier. Kiara told me and it was a total dick move”he says as he scans my face for a sign of hesitance “wow JJ captain of hookups actually likes a girl?”I grin teasingly.He gives me a look with a grin spread on his face “I like you too Maybank”I laugh “Soo does this mean free shit from the surf shop?”He grins as he throws an arm around me .

Hate the ending of this sooo much. I hope this fits the request enough I tried. Thankyou for the request 💞

[neuroprincess]

Hey I’m the anon who requested jjxreader! Maybe like the reader works for bau. Her and jj haye each other can’t work together etc but turns out that’s all just tension👀

Hi lovely anon, sorry for the delay, hope it's as you expected and enjoy ^^

Why do you hate me? - Jennifer Jareau/Female Reader

Jennifer Jareau/Female Reader

Classification: +18, Smut, Fluff

Warnings: Swearing, bratty reader, top!JJ, rough sex, hate sex (?), fingering, oral, enemies to lovers, light punishment

Word count: +3300

Unrevised

Agent Jareau walks down the aisle of the jet, snacks and a cup of coffee in hand, this would be her breakfast on a Sunday early morning, when the entire BAU team had been called out on a case in Alaska. Frustration eating her up inside, not only that but also fatigue, the last case was closed two days before, exhaustingly long and difficult, so she barely had time to spend some quality time with the kids on what should be a few days off but criminals don't take time off and she had to call Will, her now-ex-husband, in the middle of the night so he can stay with the boys. When JJ arrives at her usual seat her tired expression turns to indignation, there, sitting exactly in her favorite spot, the new addition to the team is settled, hair slightly disheveled, wearing reading glasses and concentrating on the file folder in hand. She feels a wave of irritation as if Y/N is sitting there purposely to provoke her, it's not as if this hasn't happened before, like when Y/N openly disagreed with her in a meeting, ignored a point of view of JJ, also interrupted her, what irritated her the most was actually offering help in one of the cases even though she hadn't asked for help. But this time, she went too far by sitting in her favorite seat, strategically chosen years ago. The blonde frowns and waits for the other woman to notice her presence, which she doesn't, even as she coughs falsely and stares at her. Any remnants of calm and serenity she might have had are totally gone as she continues to stare at her. Defeated, Jennifer just sits down on the seat in front of Y/N, sighing audibly in sheer frustration at being ignored again. Then she throws the snack packets on the table, finally catching the other agent's attention.

- Hey - Y/N smiles and puts a hand between hair, taking out a wireless earphone - Bad mood, Aurora?!

Of course, JJ saw this coming, she started to be called Aurora because of her shiny blond hair and for an occasion weeks before when she slept on her shoulder during a meeting. At every opportunity Y/N uses the nickname, knowing full well how much it annoys her, she loves the "I'm going to kill you" expression she makes every time she is called that. Like the one she makes now, staring at her with a red face and dilated nostrils.

- No, I'm not in a bad mood. - JJ rolls her eyes, crossing the arms and throwing herself against the chair. - I was just trying to sit in my seat, but it seems that someone else is taking the place.

- Oh, I didn't see any names on the seat, it must have been my mistake. - the woman makes an exaggerated gesture of surprise, with a mischievous smile on her lips, then pats the seat next to her - If you like, I can reserve this place for you.

- I know you're trying to piss me off, but I'm sorry to say it won't work. - Jennifer replies sarcastically. - How can you be so annoying?

- Emily, they're fighting again! - they hear Luke shout at the brunette as he approaches, taking a seat in the chairs behind them.

- I'm just being nice. Maybe she's just not used to it. - Y/N defends herself, raising the hands in surrender.

- I don't need your niceness, thank you.

- You two are like cats and dogs, you know? - Emily comments, sitting down next to her friend, laughing as she looks at the two of them curiously - I never know what to expect when you two are together.

- True, but I guess that's the fun of it. - the newbie agent answers with a sarcastic smile, looking at JJ - It certainly adds a little excitement to the day. - and then puts the earphone back on, returning to reading the files.

- You know, it sounds like... sexual tension. - the chief whispers, pulling her face closer to the blonde's, then smiles broadly when she realizes how flushed she has become.

- Stop talking nonsense and let's concentrate on the case.

She swallows dryly trying to ignore the woman's comment, thinking how absurd it is that Emily thinks she could see Y/N this way. They hate each other and can barely stand each other's presence, Jennifer feels uncomfortable around her, a frustration with her presence, because she knows she won't come to an understanding with her and doesn't even know how to do that. In the end she attributes these feelings to Y/N's teasing attempts, her annoying personality, and how it makes her feel confused. It's a simply absurd thought. She turns to Y/N concentrating on reading, listening to something random in her earphones and biting the cap of the pen she uses to take notes. Jennifer feels something strange, a small twinge in her belly and an unfamiliar sensation running down her spine, it's something she can't control. Y/N looks, slightly, vaguely, almost attractive. She had never seen her like this, messy, so concentrated, and wearing a nice pair of glasses that bring out her best facial features. She wonders how someone so annoying can look so attractive, so she tries to dispel these thoughts when she realizes where they are going. JJ looks away and decides to turn her mind back to what really matters now, the case, so she picks up her own copy and tries to concentrate, sweeping any thoughts about under the rug.

- What the hell were you thinking? - Jareau growls opening the hotel room door for Y/N to enter, then slams the door behind them as the woman walks over to the second bed - You put yourself at unnecessary risk there, you could have hurt yourself seriously.

And is ignored by her, who just shrugs the shoulders as if she doesn't care and starts to take off the shoes, the blonde walks to an armchair in front of her, throwing herself against the furniture and sighs staring at her. Y/N rolls the eyes and finally gives her some attention, disdain in expression, she knows that throwing herself against an assassin armed with a knife was not the best idea but he was arrested, she left with just a scratch on the eyebrow, she didn't even need a medical suture, just some alcohol, pain medicine, band-aid and an appointment for tetanus vaccines.

- What are you complaining about? - she crosses the arms - I may have chosen the worst approach, but it worked, I came out practically unharmed. And you can't deny that it was a nice arrest.

- You are so childish!

- And you're very boring.

- Inconsequent!

- Shrewd!

- Petty!

- Bad-tempered. Why do you get so upset with me? Why do you hate me?

At this point the two are face to face, both exalted, inches apart, anger in their eyes dissipating in JJ's blue ones when she hears the question. She doesn't know the answer, simply doesn't have one for it, when Y/N walked through the BAU doors months ago, she picked on her from the first moment without knowing exactly why, maybe it was the annoying personality, the random conversations on the jet like Shakira's divorce, the constant bad jokes, the sarcastic replies to any comment, the mania for humming in the middle of a meeting, or even the habit of jumping to conclusions. Just like what happened in the case they just closed. Only then does she realize she is practically on top of Y/N, half leaning over the bed, staring at her expectantly for an answer to the question she has been holding in the back of her throat for weeks, and then Jareau does something she didn't expect, pushes her against the bed, and then something even more unexpected. She kisses her.

It's a shock to both of them, they're still elated and red from the little argument, mixing bitterness with gentleness, it's a bittersweet act. JJ just felt herself letting go, losing control of her own mind, as she always is around the other woman, and her body as well. All the barriers between them slowly falling down. She thinks of pulling away but before she could do that Y/N responds to the touch, hands reaching for the blonde hair deepening the kiss, merging in ardency and intensity. Tongues touch and roll, sliding inside each other as ragged breaths mingled, along with involuntary moans and intense touching. Jennifer pushes her further against the bed separating herself from her, in seconds both are naked except for the part under Y/N and JJ's fingers reach for the waistband of her pants in a hurry, ripping the piece from the woman's body along with her panties roughly, hands slide down the back of her legs and stop at the knee, opening legs further, leaving her completely exposed to her while the blonde keeps it open, squeezing her knees, staring at her pussy with thirst and desire. Excitement takes over both of them.

- I'm going to fucking ruin you. - Jennifer whispers with a serious expression on face and moves her hands to the inner part of the thighs, squeezing mercilessly - Hands above her head. Move an inch and you won't be coming tonight.

Y/N sighs in surprise at the blonde's attitude, at the same time excited, a wave of heat running through her body, wetness building up in her intimacy as she stares at her before obeying. She raises both hands above the head as she had been ordered and keeps her legs open, trying to move minimally, but it becomes an impossible task when JJ runs her mouth down the entire length of her thighs, scraping teeth, kissing and sucking the velvety skin, admiring every redness or patch of marked skin she leaves behind until she reaches Y/N's intimacy, taking her mouth to the honey pot, enjoying the taste of her excitement against the tongue. She caresses the sensitive bundle with circular strokes, which draws loud moans from the agent, she tries to keep obeying the woman but her body trembles in Jennifer's experienced hands and mouth. She hits the right places, with timing and a lusty hard-on that neither of them have ever felt before, sliding with speed and precision into the sweet spots. Not like some ex, high school sweetheart, not even with Will. It's intense, it's different, it's raw and carnal, along with months of frustration and hidden feelings.

She lets a scream die when she feels the tongue penetrate her, alternating between licking, sucking and invading her with vigor, JJ's strong hands grip her hips to keep her still, nails clenching close and leaving scratches in place, which are sure to leave marks the next day. Their eyes meet, it's a sight of the gods to have Jennifer Jareau between the legs, pleasuring her, fucking her roughly minutes after a fight over the case. After all the disdain they have shown for each other. The blonde blinks taking her mouth off Y/N's intimacy, licking her own licked lips and then biting the lower one, teasing her. This draws a moan from her, then another as JJ sucks her again, followed by many more. Y/N arches the back, the hoarse moans of her gasping breath almost muffled between the deafening beats of the heart, she knows she is close, her hands grip the sheets, she simply wants more, more and more, and when the tongue penetrates her again while the other woman sucks her greedily she finally finds freedom. With eyes closed, her breathing fast, and hands almost ripping the sheets, Y/N reaches the peak of pleasure. She moans loudly, enjoying every touch Jennifer gives her as she overcomes the orgasm she had just had.

There is a smug smile on Jennifer's lips, she faces the other sweated and ruined agent underneath her, shaking weakly, trying to pull herself together. But she feels it's not enough, not for the annoying person who made her last months a living hell, so her hands snake up to Y/N's clit, pressing and stroking slowly, making her breathe heavily again, she tries to control her moans but it's almost impossible with the merciless pace of JJ, who spares no energy in making her cum again, in less than a minute she reaches her goal. A second orgasm makes the agent's body tremble, involuntarily she closes her legs trying to regain control of her own body flooded with pleasure, she moans loudly and feels burning, watery eyes. Her body is increasingly hot and sweaty, muscles tense as she surrenders and enjoys all the pleasure that is being offered.

- So what makes you think I'm going to fuck you properly? - Jennifer whispers crawling over Y/N, brushing against her lips softly. She teases the woman as she takes her lower lip between the teeth, nibbling before leaving them, another smile forming as she stares at her with desire - You disobeyed me, but I'm going to relieve... for now.

- And if I like to be punished? - she lifts the head to face JJ, a defiant look on her face and a provocative smile on lips as she stares at her.

Jareau rolls the eyes and presses her body against her, bringing their lips together again in a hurried, sloppy kiss, then holds her by the hips tightly, lifting her onto the mattress and turns her so that she is on knees. A palm in the middle of the back positioning her correctly, JJ wants Y/N to have the legs apart and the ass lifted so that she is exposed and submissive to her. In this position she looks sexier, her curves perfectly outlined, the sight is beautiful and tempting to the woman, her gaze is full of desire admiring her beauty and submission. Just like this to get the brat under her control. Y/N is completely at her mercy and this excites her to hell.

- Ouch! - Y/N gasps as she feels the first slap being given, it hurts and she shudders, taking a deep breath without expecting the next after this one, it's stronger and the skin burns when the same hand strokes the sensitive spot, it's a mixture of pain and pleasure that makes the excitement flow between legs moistening the sheets - I think I like being punished by you - she says, voice hoarse and provocative - I'm hornier than ever, I want you inside me now. - she hums softly, looking back with eyes pulled wide with lust, her body moves with the movements of the blonde's hand, she wants more, she wants to feel inside her as soon as possible - Please, Jennifer.

- You have no right to call me that, it's Jareau, you brat. Are we clear? - JJ grabs a lock of the woman's hair, pulling back the head, bringing them closer together. Her mouth near her ear, she bites the earlobe and pulls, sending shivers down her spine - If I had a strap here, you wouldn't even be able to walk the next day. - she whispers last, not expecting to be answered.

- Yes, Jareau.

JJ pushes Y/N's head against the mattress still holding her hair, making her more prone and vulnerable with hips fully raised up. She penetrates her with ease, without pity or care she enters two fingers inside her, without giving time to get used to the stretching or the sensation she starts to move, in a fast and strong rhythm. Y/N groans loudly between sighs and strangled cries, feeling the pleasure invading her body, a twinge of pain that makes it even more interesting. JJ's hand leaves the woman's locks and finds itself on her hip again, holding her steady so she can maintain a favorable position and finds it. Her fingers slip deeper, disappearing into Y/N's desperate hole, she pulls them out completely and put them inside again in a brutal rhythm, this is maintained until the agent's body is convulsing under Jareau. Y/N's eyes widen letting out a scream as she feels the third and most intense orgasm of the night, it's pleasurable, painful and almost infamous the way it makes her feel, an explosion that brings her to tears. She spasms violently and collapses against the mattress, pulling and dragging JJ with her. The blonde lies down next to Y/N, arms pulling her to nestle there and holds her tenderly until her body relaxes overcoming this another orgasm, it was all so intense and JJ knows the woman needs this. She runs fingers through Y/N's hair, stroking the sides placing a lock behind her ear, kissing down the exposed neck. Then their lips meet in a gentle and calm kiss, slowly both their breathing calms, the newbie's skin becoming warm and relaxed, the tears drying, no longer burning. She lets out a soft sigh as their lips part slowly, as if they don't want to part. Jennifer puts her hand on Y/N's face, wiping away the trail of tears and leaves a kiss where that once belonged. Suddenly it's as if everything that had happened before has dissipated and the only thing that matters is the tight embrace they share. They let themselves go, finally surrendering to the moment.

- Aurora, so you don't hate me? - Y/N whispers, staring into the blue eyes in front of her.

- I think not, maybe Emily was right.

- About? - she raises an eyebrow, curious about what the chief could say about them besides the daily jokes.

- She said that between us there was sexual tension - JJ whispers, bringing her lips close to Y/N's again, feeling her breath - and I have to agree.

Y/N laughs softly, feeling embarrassed and blushing, hiding face behind hands, JJ also laughs and stops her from continuing to hide by holding wrists.

- Okay, I think I agree with her too, kind of, but maybe sexual tension isn't so bad. - she smiles and leaves a lingering kiss on the blonde's lips - So, does this mean we'll stop fighting? - and asks hopefully, her heart squeezing at the sight of Jennifer's smile.

- Probably, I think I'd prefer to kiss you than argue with you. Your brat mouth is of better use that way. - they nod positively in silent agreement - But as long as you stop calling me Aurora, otherwise I'll treat you like the brat you are.

- If the treatment is like the one you're giving me now, you can bet I'll keep calling you. - Y/N jokes trying to dissipate any tension that still existed between them, but it was all gone the moment their lips touched for the first time - But I promise, if you give me a kiss, I'll behave.

The blonde moves even closer to Y/N, placing a hand on her face and caressing gently. She gives her a tender kiss on the lips, wrapping her arms around the naked body pulling her to lie on her naked chest, then strokes the agent's back and head, just feeling her breath against her, then the little sighs and a soft snore. Y/N is relaxed in her arms, a feeling of security after all that has happened, neither of them imagined that the teasing and tension in the workplace was nothing more than repressed desire. JJ admires the sleeping woman, running a finger over the small cut on her eyebrow gently, mentally noting that she would have to give her another " lecture" for this unnecessary carelessness, when the serial killer pulled the knife close to her face and the whole team saw red she could swear she was seriously injured. It had been an intense day anyway, her body feels tired, as does Y/N's, this one mainly because she is on pain medication, so Jareau is not surprised that she practically faints. She is about to do the same when feels the phone vibrate in her pants thrown on the corner of the bed, carefully she takes it and is surprised that it's Emily.

"Hi you! Looks like you had a good time with Y/N, your room is next door to mine, in case you forgot. If you guys would like company next time, feel free to call me ;)"

[five-bi-five-mind]

hi!! was wondering if u could do a jealous jjxreader fic? be as angsty as u want lol i love angst and i hope u do too🤞

It's Killing Me

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: JJ x fem!Reader

Genre: Smutty angst. That's all it is really.

Words: 4.5k+

Summary: All you wanted to do was get over JJ and find someone new, but she wasn't going to let that happen.

Warnings: top!JJ, bottom!Reader, jealous JJ, fingering, semi-public sex, a little bit of angry sex, lots of mentions of alcohol, very very slight bit of dubcon (just wanted to warn about it just in case).

A/N: So this wasn't as angsty as I thought it would be. Lots of anger in it though I think. Hope this was angsty enough though! If not I can give it another go ;)

(gif not mine; credit to sapphicprentiss)

It was supposed to be a fun night. A night filled with too many drinks, meaningless flirting, maybe even a messy hookup. That’s what you were promised at least when Garcia practically begged you to agree to this.

You asked her for one simple thing in return for begrudgingly saying yes: no profilers. It wasn’t that you had a problem with them. Honestly, you wouldn’t mind if a few of them came along, but you couldn’t just single one out without getting asked a thousand questions from Garcia. You knew how curious she could be. She already had been poking a little too much at the sour mood you’ve been sporting for almost a month now. 

She didn’t have to be a profiler to know something was up with you, which is partially why you agreed to tonight. A night out might distract her from getting to the bottom of your bad mood and, if you were being honest, you hoped it would distract you from it too.

While party scenes weren’t your thing, you were hoping the loud music, countless dancing bodies, and a decent amount of alcohol would get you out of your own head. And after two drinks and a pretty girl pulling you away from Penelope to go dance, it was almost working. The bad mood was quickly leaving your mind with each song that played and with each moment the girl’s hands roamed your body as you danced. When she started whispering things in your ear it felt like almost every ounce of your bad mood was dissipating. All the while Penelope was nearby grinning each time she looked over to you. Another drink in, and you began to have hope that tonight would give you the boost you needed to move on.

Except, when you pulled away from the girl you made a mistake. You only were leaving for a moment to get water, take a moment to sober up just a little before you made the decision to let this stranger take you home. But when you stumbled through the crowd of dancing patrons to the bar that’s when you caught sight of her. The person you were avoiding, the reason for your bad mood. JJ stood at the bar with Garcia, laughing and talking together as if she was expected to be there. 

Your stomach dropped. All the progress you made tonight just went out the window. Any thoughts of having a meaningless fling to make you feel better was gone and in flooded all the pain and heartache you so desperately wanted to forget. 

Dignity be damned, you were not going to stay here any longer. Sure the girl on the dance floor was cute, and she was saying things to you that on any other day would’ve made you melt. But seeing JJ cracked open a wound you were meant to start healing tonight. The plan now was to turn and run. You’d text Garcia later. Maybe lie and say that another girl took you home. All you wanted was to call an Uber and crawl into your bed now. A total 180 from how you were feeling just moments ago.

Only, of fucking course, you can’t even do that. Before you can even begin to turn JJ’s eyes lock on yours. You feel like a deer caught in the headlights. Fuck it, you think, you’d absolutely still turn around and ignore her. Except, then Garcia sees you and gives you a sheepish smile before waving you over. 

It takes you only a moment to weigh your options. Knowing Garcia, if you still left now she would have an onslaught of questions for you in the morning. You didn’t want to deal with that, there’s only so many lies you can tell about the situation. 

You took your sweet time making it through the crowd to where Penelope and JJ were. Unfortunately, JJ never took her eyes off you and you felt like you were being suffocated by the weight of her stare. She threw you a gentle smile but you knew it was fake. A mask to further hide the truth from Garcia. Her eyes said it all though. There was a rage there, deep and fierce and it chilled you to the bone. Somehow, you knew the rest of your night was about to be a train wreck. 

“(Y/N) hey” JJ greets you innocently enough when you finally reach them. 

“What are you doing here?” You couldn’t help the slight hint of aggression in your voice. “I mean… what brings you out tonight?”

JJ and Garcia exchange a look that you definitely didn’t miss, before JJ returned to staring you down. That same fake smile plastered to her face.

“Penelope knew I was spending my night alone, so she invited me.” 

“Oh,” was all you could manage to say as your eyes shifted to your very guilty looking friend. She mouthed the word sorry before giving a guilty smile. You rolled your eyes at her, trying to play it off as no big deal. But inside you were having an absolute melt down. How were you going to make this situation seem as a normal as possible while also making an excuse to not stay much longer? You figured one more drink would satisfy Garcia, and then you’d make the excuse that you’ve had a little too much alcohol and should probably go sleep it off.

“I’m going to get a drink,” JJ snaps you out of your thoughts. “Anybody want anything?” 

“Yes” Garcia and you say in unison. 

“What do you want, Penelope?” 

“Hmm get me something fruity. Surprise me.” And with that, JJ walked to the other end of the bar to flag down the bartender. She never asked you what you wanted, but then you realized she didn’t have to. She already knew your go-to. And the fact that she did irked you for some reason, bringing the rest of your bad mood back in full swing.

“Don’t make that face,” Garcia poked you in the rib to bring you out of your thoughts. 

“What face?”

“The grumpy one,” she pointed at you accusingly. “I know you said no profilers, but it’s just JJ. You can relax. She’s not going to analyze you here.” That’s exactly what she’s going to do. That’s exactly what she always does these days. Any moment you’re in a room with her back at the BAU. You can feel her eyes on you, you can tell she’s taking in your every word and action. 

“I know they all can be intimidating, but let your guard down a little bit,” Garcia continues. “JJ is fun, I promise.” Letting your guard down with JJ is what got you into this horrible headspace. 

“Here,” JJ comes up from behind you, startling you as she hands you your drink. She’s entirely too close, practically pressed right up against you as she stands by you and begins to sip hers. It feels like your entire being is entirely too aware of her presence. She makes no effort to move either. She just continues to chat away with Garcia as you try to drink your drink quickly so you can leave. With each passing second of standing near her, you felt yourself grow more and more on edge. 

Finally, you had finished your drink. Going at a pace that was a little too fast for a semi-lightweight like you, but normal enough that Garcia wouldn’t question it. JJ probably knew exactly what you were doing, but, frankly, you didn’t give a fuck.

“Hey, I’m gonna head out,” You say as you place your empty glass back on the bar.

“Oh no you’re not!” Garcia gives you an exaggerated frown. “You’re not leaving here until you at least get a cutie’s number.” You didn’t miss the way JJ’s hand clenched around her drink as Penelope said that. “What happened to that girl you were dancing with? By the way it looked, you two were getting really familiar.” 

You had completely forgotten about her. Looking back to the dance floor you scanned the crowd, catching a glimpse of her. She was already dancing with someone else. It didn’t bother you, though. Any idea of a fun hookup was long gone the moment you saw JJ. 

You just shrugged and hoped Garcia would drop it. 

“You really need to have more fun. Go hook up, get a little messy. Here, me and JJ will totally set you up.” JJ’s jaw clenched at this but she still put on a fake smile and nodded along with Garcia. Pretending like her blood wasn’t boiling at the thought. “There’s plenty of girls who’ve had their eye on you all night. One of them has to be your type. Wait, what is your type?”

“I don’t really have-“

“Blondes.” JJ interrupted, throwing you a devilish smirk. One that challenged and infuriated you. 

Penelope paused for a moment, her eyes shifting for just a second curiously between the two of you. You rolled your eyes at JJ, hoping Garcia wouldn’t think much of it and you could play it off as a joke. 

“That’s not enough to go on,” Garcia finally said, “but alright. Let’s find you a blonde.” 

She scanned the place for a potential match and you kept your eyes glued to your empty glass sitting on the bar. You were going to need another drink to survive the discomfort of the situation. But you knew one more drink was not something you’d be able to handle.

“Oh, what about her?” Garcia’s pointing was definitely not as sly as you’d want it to be. “She’s been glancing at you all night long.” 

“She’s cute, I guess,” you just shrug. You couldn’t say much more, not when JJ was monitoring your every move as you turned to look at the girl Garcia picked out for you. 

Unfortunately, you also weren’t as sly as you wanted to be. The girl across the bar glanced at you again, this time throwing you a wink and a flirtatious smile before giving you a little wave.

“Oh my god, you have to go over there,” Garcia practically bounced with joy as she saw the little interaction the girl threw your way. “Let her buy you a drink!” 

“Penelope, I don’t really know…” You really did not want to talk to this girl with JJ glaring you down the whole time. 

“Go! Go!” She wasn’t giving you a choice. 

You sigh in frustration and finally nod, turning to go force yourself to flirt with this stranger. Except, you didn’t get very far without tripping. On what? You weren’t sure, but you swear it was JJ’s foot and it wasn’t there before. The results of this was your worst nightmare though. You hadn’t realized JJ was that close to you still, yet you stumbled up on her to catch yourself, as the only way to keep yourself from falling was unfortunately to grab onto JJ. 

It didn’t end there though, of course it didn’t end there. Your hands latched onto the arm that was holding her drink and in a blink of an eye, it was all over you. You were utterly mortified, yet also incredibly angry. What was nagging at you was the immediate thought that JJ was more coordinated than that. That her drinking spilling all over you was a little more dramatic than it needed to be. That you couldn’t pinpoint exactly what you tripped on, and swore it was JJ’s strategic foot placement. 

“Fuck…” You groaned as you looked at your now drenched shirt. 

“Oh shit,” JJ feigned concern. “At least you didn’t fall.” 

You looked up at her for a moment to glare before looking back at your ruined outfit. 

“I’m going to dry off and then I’m going home.” 

“Let me go with you and help,” JJ offered. You could tell there was a motive to that. And there it was, the absolute proof you needed that she indeed caused you to trip. This was all planned just to stop you from getting that girl’s number.

“I’m fine. I don’t need help.” 

“It’s no problem, I insist.” JJ looks down at you. Her eyes are stern, dark. She’s challenging you to refute her, but she knew you wouldn’t. It would just cause Garcia to question, and you didn’t miss the curious stares she was giving you already. 

“Okay,” you sighed and started to make your way to the bathroom. JJ followed behind, still staying entirely too close. When you began to turn the wrong way, JJ’s hand pressed to your back to guide you in a different direction and you tensed up at the feeling. 

You don’t know if it was a relief or not when you entered the bathroom to find that it was completely empty. On one hand, no one could see you clean yourself off in shame. On the other hand, you were now completely alone with the one person you’ve tried so hard to avoid. What you didn’t notice was the click of the lock, as JJ turned it behind you.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing trying to hook up with random strangers?” JJ rounded on you almost immediately. You had barely even reached for paper towels to dry yourself off, when you realized she was already in your face. 

“It’s none of your business.” You tried to square your shoulders. To act tough, even when she was staring you down with a fiery glare. 

“It is absolutely my fucking business, (Y/N).” 

“We broke up three weeks ago. I can hook up with whatever stranger I want. Plus, I wasn’t even doing anything, only dancing. Trying to have fun for once.” 

“Only dancing?” JJ scoffed. “I saw the way she was touching you. She was all over you. Practically fucking you on the dance floor for everyone to see.” 

“You were watching us the whole time?” Your eyes widened in shock. How long had she actually been at the club? 

“Of course I was,” JJ snapped. “When someone touches what’s mine, I’m going to fucking notice.” 

“I’m not yours anymore, JJ, remember?” You snapped back with fierceness. It may have been the alcohol you had, although you were sobering up quickly, but you could already feel the sting of tears threatening to spill. “Is this why you came? To keep tabs on me? To make sure I didn’t fuck anyone?” 

“Yes,” JJ hissed. 

You were taken aback by that. She was absolutely seething, practically shaking with anger. You’ve never even seen her like this before. Your back hit the counter in the bathroom and you didn’t even notice you’d been backing up as she kept inching closer. 

“JJ, we broke up,” Your voice was not as firm as you wanted it to be at this moment. “You didn’t want to go public. Remember? So this,” You motioned between the two of you, “right now, is going to make it painfully obvious that there’s something between us. You can’t just stop me from seeing other people.”

“I can,” JJ’s hands suddenly grabbed at your waist. “And I fucking will.” To emphasize her point you felt her entire body suddenly press to your front. It made your head spin to have her so close again. But it also made your stomach churn in disgust at your own desperation for her.

“JJ...” You warned, your hands bracing on her shoulders. “This isn’t a good idea.” It really wasn’t. You weren’t going to fall down the dark void that was loving Jennifer Jareau again. Not that you ever even stopped. The whole time you were together it was a bumpy road. There were so many nights filled with screaming matches. You didn’t want to be her dirty little secret anymore. You wanted to tell people that she was your girlfriend and that you two were in love. But she was afraid. She wouldn’t even hold your hand in public in case someone on the team just happened to be there. It would hurt every time. It started to feel like all she wanted you around for was to fuck and, in the moment, it was great and she made you feel amazing. But then there were times afterwards where she would close herself off, leave you there like it meant nothing and it broke your heart a little more each time. 

There were many times where you were close to telling her you had enough, but each time she would stop you and make you forget all about leaving her. But then there was the one time you put your foot down. It took all of your strength to walk out the door. You didn’t have that strength tonight. 

“Please, JJ,” she was kissing on your neck now and your hands balled into fists on her shirt. You weren’t sure if you were trying to push her off or pull her closer. 

“You don’t know how much it fucking kills me to see someone else’s hands on you,” she seethed against your skin as her lips made their way to your ear. “You’re mine. No one else is allowed to touch you like I do.” You couldn’t help the shiver that went down your spin. You should be refusing this, actually fight back, but you just couldn’t help it. 

Her hand slid behind your head, grabbing a fist full of your hair. She pulled back for just a moment, before using her grip to pull you forward and meet her lips in a searing kiss. And, god, did this kiss make you absolutely melt. It was all tongue and teeth. She kissed you with such force that your head was spinning. Her tongue pried your lips open and slid into your mouth and you couldn’t hold back the gasp when you felt it slide against hers. Suddenly, you found your body giving into the feeling of her all over you. Your fists relaxed on her shoulders and you tried to kiss her back with as much desperation as she was giving you. 

Her hand released its grip on your hair, only so she could move both of them down to the backs of your thighs to hoist you onto the bathroom counter. You let out a yelp of surprise against her lips as you felt yourself being lifted, but neither of you once broke the kiss. Without even thinking, you hooked your legs around her hips and pulled her even closer. In the back of your mind, there was still a tiny voice begging you to push her away. Yet, you continued to ignore it. This is what you’ve been craving for weeks and the minute JJ kissed your lips, you knew you couldn’t deny that anymore. All you wanted was her, that feeling never went away. How could you once have thought you could just hook up with someone else? Let someone else touch you? How could you think for a second that you weren’t always going to be hers. You had just been fooling yourself the entire night.

JJ pulled back from the kiss finally, only to reattach her lips to your neck while her hands made their way down your stomach to the button of your pants. Maybe you shouldn’t be doing this in the bathroom, you thought about it for a second. But then she was popping the button open and slipping her hand right past your underwear too.

“Fuck,” JJ groaned as her fingers slid up and down through your folds. “Is this for me?”

All you could do was whimper as you felt the tips of her fingers brush over your clit, once, twice. You couldn’t stop your hips from chasing the feeling, but each time you tried to get more contact she’d move her fingers away.

“I said, did I make you this wet?” JJ’s fingers were barely touching you now and you huffed in frustration. “Or was this for that girl you were trying to fuck?”

“I wasn’t-” you were cut off with a gasp when you felt the palm of JJ’s hand press down hard onto your clit. “Fuck! It’s for you, okay? I’m only this wet because of you.” She barely started touching you and you were already such a mess for her.

“That’s what I thought,” JJ taunted as she began to rub the palm of her hand against your clit at a rough pace. You couldn’t help the grind of your hips against her hand and you buried your face into her shoulder to muffle the pathetic sounds of your whimpering. 

But you needed more. You needed to feel her again, to have her closer. It had been less than a month since the last time you were with her, but right now that felt like a lifetime. You needed to feel JJ fill you and take what was hers. As if reading your mind, that’s exactly what JJ did. Sliding two fingers inside you without warning you tried to hide your moan in the crook of JJ’s neck. 

“Fuck, I’ve missed this,” JJ groaned as her fingers set an unforgiving pace. She was fucking her fingers into you hard and fast. Part of you wanted to make it last, part of you was ashamed that you were letting this happen in the first place, and another, larger part of you wanted her to make you cum quick. At any minute someone could walk into that bathroom and see you looking like an absolute mess, trying to fuck yourself on JJ’s fingers to match her pace and chase your orgasm. Not to mention, Garcia was still out there waiting for you both to return. 

When JJ curled her fingers inside you just right your hands clenched back into fists on her shirt. You couldn’t keep yourself quiet and desperately tried to muffle the whines and moans that she was forcing out of you. When she started pumping her fingers in even harder, causing her palm to rub against your clit again, you could feel yourself clench around her. 

“This right here?” JJ’s voice was dripping with lust as she thrust her fingers into you particularly hard. “This pussy is mine.” You could feel your legs shaking as her speed increased. She was being incredibly rough, but you loved every single moment of it. 

JJ’s free hand found its way into your hair again, prying you from where your face was buried in her chest to force you to make eye contact. “Say it,” JJ growled.

“Say what?” You could barely form those two words. Her fingers slowed and you couldn’t stop the pathetic whine that came from your lips, your hips trying to pick up the pace. You were so close and her slowly down was leaving you painfully right at the edge. Not able to cum, even though you desperately needed to. 

“Say who you belong to.” JJ pulled you closer until her lips ghosted yours. “Say it and you get to cum.”

You groaned in frustration but knew you had to give in. She always did this, took all control from you and left you a desperate mess for her. But fuck, did you love it. 

“You,” you moaned out as your hips kept moving to encourage her to keep her fingers pumping inside you.

“Good girl,” JJ mocked and then returned to her brutal pace. It took only a few more seconds of her fingers sliding in and out of you, before you were on that edge again. And when she finally pressed her lips firmly against yours again you felt yourself falling over. Her lips muffled the moan that ripped out of you when you came.

Both of you stayed there for a moment. Her fingers still inside you as you both caught your breath. But then JJ pulled away, slipping her hand out of your pants and turning past you without a word to wash the cum off her fingers. You sat there on the counter and watched in silence. Your mind still hadn’t caught up with what just happened, and honestly you still weren’t recovered from the powerful orgasm she drew out of you. 

She didn’t say anything as you watched her dry her hands. And when you watched her turn the lock and walk out, she didn’t so much as look back at you.

That familiar feeling suddenly came back in full force. The feeling of shame that you gave in like you always do. The feeling of being treated only as property by JJ yet again. 

You shook your head, you weren’t gonna have a break down in the club bathroom after this. No, you were going to go back out there and act as if nothing happened. You’d tell Garcia you were going home, and then you could process the night’s unfortunate turn all you wanted. At least if you cried, it would be in the comfort of your own bed.

Pushing yourself off the counter you made quick work to clean yourself up and burst out of the bathroom. Walking towards where Garcia was with your head held high. 

“I’m heading out,” you said as you stopped at Garcia. “Where’s JJ though?” You couldn’t help, but ask. Hoping JJ would see the way you were trying to pretend like you were unphased. 

“Getting another drink over there!” Garcia pointed to where JJ was currently talking to the bartender. She looked back to where you were, locking eyes for only a moment before returning to ordering a drink. But in that brief moment she made your blood boil yet again, throwing you a knowing look as if she could see right through your facade. 

“Okay, yeah” you mumbled. “So I’ll see you.”

You didn’t give Garcia a chance to say anything more as you pushed through the crowd of drunken people to get to the exit. Fuck, you were furious. Your hands were shaking and you could feel that you wouldn’t make it to your apartment before tears started to fall. How could you do this to yourself again? How could you let her have her way with you only to throw you aside yet again? 

You knew that on Monday everything would go back to the way it was. She would pretend like you two were merely coworkers, that she didn’t know you at all, that she didn’t have her fingers buried knuckle deep inside you in a public place two days before. Fuck why did you let her do that? 

The following weeks were going to be unbearable for you. You already knew that. Now, you are starting at square one again. Not that you made much progress getting over her in the first place. But you wouldn’t falter again, not after tonight. No, this was the last time.

But then you felt your phone vibrate and somehow you knew. There it was, a text from her, a text that immediately made you break your promise to yourself. 

Be at my place. I’ll follow soon. 

And without a second thought, you called the Uber. A few minutes later you were waiting outside JJ’s door. 

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[boysssofthemonth]

if we had it our way update

i know part thirteen just came out but i might post the fourteenth part to ‘if we had it our way’ just cause its more of a filler part. and dont want u guys to wait another day for nothing.

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[loveharlow]

+! It would be Endgame JJxReader but other ships would be included

[tokousername]

John B/JJxReader

This gonna be a kind of series of one/two shots where the reader is in a fwb situation with both John B and JJ. They are both aware of the other being involved and they also both want her heart. However, she doesn't want to be in a relationship at the moment so she insists on staying friends with both of them. This is a SMUT. Every chapter will have smut in it.

This will not have a regular schedule because writing smut takes a lot out of me ngl so it'll update whenever it updates.

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Chapter 1; John B

I smiled widely while riding the wave I was currently on with Kiara just a few feet away on her own board. I looked over at her, my salt water soaked hair sticking to my shoulders, back and face as I turned my head to see her. She was trying to top me again for who can ride a wave the longest. I whipped my board to throw some foam and changed my direction so I was heading horizontally across the wave. Kiara tumbled, taking a dive for it in the water, she knew she wasn't gonna regain her balance. I bent down closer to the water while going to finish it off and stuck out my tongue at her on the way by. She cackled and resisted the urge to tug on my cord.

Finally when I got to the end, I dove into the water and resurfaced quickly, watching Kiara walk up the bank with her board. I waved at the group of Pogues on the beach from the sand bar. I grabbed my board and got on, paddling as close as I could and then getting off to head up the beach to the rest of my friends. I flashed a grin at John B on my way up, he had a glint in his eyes, the look of admiration was unmistakable. I gasped and shouted, dropping my board as I felt my feet leave the sand. "JJ! You're lucky I already took off my cord!" I yelled at him, I gripped his arm to hold my top half up as he slung me over his shoulder.

"That was fucking awesome, N/N!" He exclaimed, gripping my thighs so I didn't fall over his back. He grabbed my board with me still over his back and ran up to the rest of the group. Faking that he would drop me at least once on the way. He handed my board to Pope who put it with the rest of the boards. JJ put me down and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me close to him and still moving around so I was stumbling with him.

"It wasn't even the biggest one I've pulled." I giggled. John B snorted and stood up.

"Alright, alright, let go, JJ." He told him, JJ groaned and took his hands off. Pope sat back down in his beach chair next to Kie. John B took his shirt off and smirked at me.

"Oh hell no! No!" I screamed, trying to run away. He laughed and chased me, I only got 10 feet away before he caught up and wrapped his arms around me, lifting me up bridal style and racing down the beach to throw me back in. "JB!"

Pope laughed and got up, taking off his hat, sandals, sunglasses and shirt to run after us, JJ also followed to the water. Kiara smiled and stood up, walking behind the group and standing at the edge of the water to watch John B throw my ass in and then a water fight start between the four of us. Shortly after, I shrieked at John B and tried to run in the water but he tackled me. Pope, JJ and Kiara had gone back up to the beach to get the things back together because the fire was starting to go out. He lifted me again and tossed me in the water. "John!"

He laughed and settled down, standing in the water and pulling my head into his chest an apology. He had his hands holding my head and I wrapped my arms around his waist. "Ok, ok, I'm sorry for throwing you in the water." He tried to hold back a smile, I could see it.

I just stared up into his eyes and rolled my own, pushing him away. "Sureee." I snickered. "Come on, we should go back to the group." I grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the water, walking up the sand to the burnt out fire. Something I didn't notice at the time, but JJ did, was that John B who was being led by me, was watching the way my body moved while walking to the tiny bonfire. He liked a lot of things about me, the way my hips moved, my laugh, the way my legs carried me, the way my hair still looked beautiful while soaking wet and sticking to my torso.

I let go of John B as we got close and went to help put the rest of the food and empty been bottles in the cooler. John B immediately went to JJ with a grin on his face, I could hear the two of them saying things to each other and then laughing and then saying something else. Sounded like teasing. We got the rest of our stuff together and made sure the fire was fully out, then left to get in the Twinkie and go back to the Château.

We packed everything in, John B was driving with Pope in the passenger seat and Kiara, me and JJ sat in the back, there was a full on conversation still happening between the five of us when JJ pulled me over onto his lap, he didn't make any weird movements after, it was like he just hauled me onto his lap to move me. "Yeah!" He argued.

"No it's not the same."

"It totally is, how come you can be a Pogue with Kook parents and money but Y/N can't be a Pogue with Kook money and no parents like John B?" He asked a valid question.

"Oh yeah, I appreciate being used as an example, thanks for asking me first?" John B scoffed jokingly from the front seat.

"Hey, he's arguing for my honor without me asking too." I smiled, shaking his shoulder gently.

"Well, because she has Kook money, I don't have Kook money, my parents have Kook money." Kie was losing this debate.

"That's the SAME THING." He emphasized, laughing. He set his hand on my hip and squeezed, still making zero acknowledgment of his hands or anything he's been doing. I couldn't help but shift just slightly only for a second but I was very much resisting the urge to make more contact, it was uncomfortable knowing he was right there.

I looked over at Pope, who was reading of course and then at John B again, I actually got a good look at him this time, including the backs of his hands. "Oh my god, John B." I moved off of JJ and grabbed his free hand, looking at the back. "What the fuck happened?" I raised an eyebrow at the bruises that covered his knuckles.

"Nahh, don't worry about it. I just had a problem with Rafe again yesterday." He sighed.

We dropped off Pope at his place and Kiara at hers since their parents were generally strict on staying out on school nights even though it was only like 6:30. John B pulled into his 'driveway' and turned off the car.

"Shit!" I jumped from the sudden shout that came from JJ as he checked his phone for the first time in hours. "Oh shit. Shit! Fuck!" He was shaking from what was most likely adrenaline.

"Wh- Jayj?" I questioned him, he slammed the van door open and grabbed his dirt bike.

"My dad texted my three times already. Oh, I'm so FUCKED." He growled.

"You can stay here again, JJ." John B told him, grabbing the cooler from the back of the van. I climbed out the back and grabbed my shorts from inside, finally putting them back on with the baggy shirt I was wearing that was now drying.

"No can do, he wants me home, I ain't riskin it." He stated. "See ya later, Pogues!" He saluted, starting up his bike and riding off.

I sighed heavily, worried about him. I closed the van door and followed John B who was now walking inside the shack. I went ahead to open the door for him since his hands were full and closed it behind us. He put the stuff down in the middle of the living room and watched me as I headed to the bathroom to take a shower. He listened for the water turning on and groaned when it did, throwing himself down onto the couch. "Fuck.." he leaned his neck onto the back of the couch and replayed the day in his head.

He'd been there a while because he lifted his head when he heard the bathroom door open and then the guest bedroom close. "Cold shower." He told himself, getting up to head in and try to get rid of this urge he had.

I heard him go in the bathroom after me, no doubt he probably wasn't gonna get any hot water if he tried. I dried my hair as much as I could without my hairdryer and then brushed it out, put on undergarments and then a baggy shirt that covered everything. I didn't want to wear jeans right now and that's literally all I had in the drawers of this room. Jean pants and jean shorts. By the time I'd opened the guest door so JB could come in if he had to, he was already walking out in a towel to go in his room. He didn't look happy to be honest. I put my hair up with a claw clip and backed up to look at myself, my eyes ran over my body as a tilted my head in thought. I ran my hands down my arms and put them on my hips, blowing out some air. I snapped out of it when John B's door opened again, I shook my head and walked out of the room to get some water.

He watched me as walked to the kitchen. Thinking about what he'd just seen me doing, it didn't look like anything he'd ever seen me do before. He stood still, chewing on the inside of his cheek for a minute and really digging through his head before deciding to follow me.

I reached for a glass in the cabinet and glanced over at him for help when he came around the corner. The glasses were up fairly high because Big John never wanted John B to get his hands on them as a kid. The plastic cups were gone so I had to use a glass. John B walked up behind me and grabbed it, handing it to me along with a straw. "Thanks JB." I smiled at him, his face became softer upon seeing my smile. He watched me fill up my glass with ice and water and then drink all of it.

I put the cup down and looked at him. "What are you looking at?" I wondered, it was quiet inside the wooden walls of the Château aside from our breathing. He approached me and trapped me against the counter, reaching his hands to the sides of it to lock me in.

"I need you again." He muttered, lowering his head to my neck and running his nose in the crook. I reached forward, running my hands up his chest and around to his neck. He moved back up and watched them until he couldn't anymore. He always liked my hands, especially with a fresh set.

I tilted my head up and pulled him down to me, stopping when our noses almost touched. "You're obsessed." I told him.

He smiled lightly. "Yes, I am." He admitted, moving his hands from the counter to my hips. He lowered his head the extra space and caught my lips with his. I hummed and moved my hands up into his hair from his neck. I ran my fingers through it, scratching his scalp gently every so often during the kiss, it was still damp from his shower. He gripped my thighs and lifted me again, wrapping my legs around his waist so he could carry me to his room.

(Smut be starting here)

He closed his door behind him for no particular reason and set me down on his bed, he took off his already unbuttoned shirt that he'd just put on and climbed into bed with me, he moved his mouth down to my jaw from my lips and then started toward my neck. I sighed contentedly as he slid his hands up my shirt and held me close. I moved his hair out of his face when he looked at me again with his beautiful brown eyes. He moved back and grabbed my shirt, I helped him pull it over my head and toss it somewhere where the rest of our clothes will also end up. He reached back and unhooked my bra, throwing that too.

I pushed him over and straddled his hips, his breath hitched in his throat as he watched me take my hair out of the clip and carefully toss it onto my shirt that was on the floor. He admired me, sitting up so he could wrap his arms around me once more. "Just let me." He spoke softly. I ground my hips and he flipped us again, grabbing at the sides of my underwear to pull them off. He kissed my neck, then down my chest, stomach and the inside of my thigh. He situated himself between my legs and without hesitation, licked right up my pussy.

"Ah.." I gasped, he stuck his tongue inside me and licked up again, he started sucking on my clit mercilessly. I couldn't stop squirming, my hands found their place in his hair, running my fingers through it. "Yes." I moaned. He wrapped his arm around my leg and held me in place, the other one pushed down on my hips, trying to me to stop moving. He kept licking and sucking on my cunt until I couldn't handle it anymore. "John B! Oh.." I shouted, moaning loud from the pleasure. "Fuck! Yes!" He hummed in satisfaction as he felt my body relax after cumming. He licked one more time so I wasn't dripping his spit, then let go of me and moved up.

I was catching my breath but couldn't help getting excited again when I saw him unbuttoning his shorts and get up to pull them off along with his boxers. He climbed back into bed with me and lifted my legs to his hips, kissing me deeply. He pulled away and stuck his fingers inside me, making sure I was still wet before sliding in. It was easy since he'd done it before, I couldn't help but gasp though, he was bigger than average and his cock filled me to the brim. "Oh god.." I sighed.

He smiled and kissed me again, I tightened my legs around his hips as he started thrusting slowly. He kept me quiet with his lips, running his hand up to mine and intertwining our fingers, then forcing it next to my head. My other hand stayed at the base of his neck in his hair, gently scratching his scalp in our kiss. I moaned into it, he was slow and gentle at the beginning, continuously looking to make sure I was okay. And then I pulled away from the kiss. "John.." I gasped. He looked up from where he had his head lowered and into my eyes. "Harder." I told him.

He let go of my hand and put it under my knee, his other lifted my leg over his shoulder so he could get a better angle. "Fuck." He grunted, thrusting faster and harder than he was before. I gripped the sheets to try and keep myself grounded but it was so hard with how good he was fucking me.

"Fuck! John B, turn over." I told him, he let my leg go and moved so I was one top. He had his chest against mine as I started bouncing, his hands slammed my hips back down onto his. "John B!" I moaned. He couldn't help the animalistic growl that ripped from his throat at the sounds of his name rolling deliciously off my tongue.

The sound of our skin slapping and harsh moans only made me wetter, I was falling apart above John B and he knew it. I was getting tired, a mix of the movement and the pleasure instantly striking fatigue into me. JB started doing all the work, moving my hips to his liking as I wrapped my arms around his neck and shoulders. He hissed at the feeling of my nails digging into the skin, moving one hand up to hold my head, his fingers tangling in my hair. I gasped, feeling the thrust of his hips get harder as he pulled me into a kiss again.

I couldn't think, all I could do was kiss the brunette that was fucking me stupid and let him do the rest. I really needed to cum, my high was coming fast and hard. "Ah! John B!" I shouted.

He kissed my chest and collarbone before looking back up at me. "Cum for me, Princess." He groaned. I couldn't hold it anymore and came undone on top of him, he pulled my hips down a little more, putting his head on my tits as he came inside me. He let go and laid back on his bed, catching his breath. I leaned my hands on the sides of his chest, also coming down from my high. I couldn't help my pussy squeezing him because he was still inside. He grumbled and lifted me off of him, not wanting to get hard again, seeing that I was drenched in sweat.

"Fuck.." I sighed. I'd laid next to him, he stood up, putting his boxers on and getting back in bed to lay next to me.

"You were great on the waves today." He mentioned, closing his eyes sleepily.

"I know." I smiled. I got up, leaning my hand onto the nightstand to keep myself up as my legs strengthened to hold me. He watched me from his bed.

Suddenly, the door to the château made a sound that made it seem like it was slammed open. I put my clothes on quickly as I heard someone going through the kitchen. John B got up to get dressed too and I walked out before him, leaving him alone to see who was in the house.

"JJ?" I questioned, standing in the doorway to the kitchen. He turned to look at me, putting the water he was chugging down onto the counter. "Oh.." John B walked up behind me, glancing at his best friend in the kitchen. He'd been crying and there was only ever one reason JJ would cry.

"I'm gonna take a nap." He said flatly, passing us and heading to the guest room.

"I don't know what to do anymore." I muttered to the boy standing next to me as we'd turned to watch JJ walk down the hallway.

"There's not much we can do except be there for him." He stated.

I couldn't help but think about every time he'd come to mine or John B's to get away. I assumed he hit my house first because I lived closer but since I wasn't there, he came here. I sighed. "Shit."

[ohcaptains]

ooh idk if u can answer but is the reader in ur jjxreader fic gonna be a kook or a pogue? Very excited 4 it

pogue !! i’m ngl i don’t like kook!reader lol

[alphinias]

This fandom (Jiara) needs new/more ff…I’ve read them all and now I’ve resorted to reading JJxReader pretending the main character is Kie 💀💀

Oh no soldier stay strong until Jiara week 🙏🏻

[collecting-stories]

are there any jj x reader wips? what are they about if u have any?

I don’t have any…none of my recent requests are JJxreader either

[mrsmaybank]

I Still Hate You - JJ Maybank x Reader

ENEMIES TO LOVERS 

Summary: You hate JJ and JJ hates you, but after he’s forced to give you a ride home, words are exchanged and your issues are resolved.....in your bed. 

cw: smut, daddy kink, hatefuck, JJ being annoying, cursing(a lot), shitty writing

Rivalries and curses between teenagers were anything but rare on the Outer Banks. Honestly, there was a proper war on the island. I’m not talking about Kooks versus Pogues, though. This war is much more….personal. This is the war between me, and JJ Maybank.

His blonde head turned for a second to look behind him before swiftly, but not at all smoothly, speeding up to cut-off the Toyota Camry in front of us.

“Wow. You even drive like an asshole.” I scoffed.                                        “Huh?” He pretended not to hear me.                                                                   “I said, you’re an asshole.” I almost shouted into his ear. “Can you hear me now?” I mocked.

“Are you done? ‘Cause I could just leave you on the side of the road.” He retorted with the same nonchalant attitude he always spoke to me in.

“You wouldn’t.” I shrugged.

“Oh yeah? Give me three reasons I shouldn’t make you fucking walk home.”

I couldn’t tell if he was serious. He might’ve been.

“Um...for one, John B would kill you. Two, Kiara would kill you. And let’s see…. three, Pope would kill you.” I beamed at my own delivery of the very obvious reasons JJ would never leave me anywhere, no matter how much he might want to. Our shared friends would make him pay if he ever crossed that line.

He just rolled his eyes. I sat proudly in my seat as a comfortable silence overtook the truck.

Five minutes before we would get to my side of the island and our destination, JJ spoke.

God, we were so close to just being done with this shitty drive.

“Do you just not get any dick? Like at all? Is that why you’re so uptight?” He sounded genuinely curious.

“Oh my fucking god!” I slapped him over the center console. “What is wrong with you?!”

He just smiled his stupid cocky smile. “Sooo...yes?”

“What goes on in your head that makes you think that’s an okay thing to ask?”

“Kie tells me about her endeavors.” He laughed as he drew on. “....of the sexual kind.”

I just shook my head, “Yeah, well Kie tolerates you. I don’t.”

He tried to speak but I cut him off, “Anyway why are you so concerned if I’m getting any?!”

In an almost inaudible tone he muttered, “I could fuck that out of you.”

My brain malfunctioned and I swallowed hard. “What?”

“That horrible fucking attitude and smart ass mouth…” He looked away from the road and at me. “I could fuck it out of you.”

In the most pathetic display of wit ever, I tried to stand my ground. I just couldn’t think. I was beyond flustered. I mean..I mean! Was he propositioning me?! Or was this his new method of torturing me? 

“Yeah..right.” I got out.

JJ just laughed.

“Pff..” I looked out the window to avoid making eye contact. “No.”

“No, what? Did you start thinking about it or something?”

My eyes bulged out of my head. Maybe I did!?

“Shut the fuck up. And slow down. This is a residential area.”

We pulled into my driveway and we both got out. I turned around when I realized he’d followed me to the doorstep. “I’m not inviting you in.” I looked up at him with my arms crossed.

“You have the keg.” He replied in the most annoying, know-it-all way he could.

I shook my head, “Right.” I unlocked the door and stepped in.

“Your house is nice.” He said looking around and putting his hat on the front mantel. “Your parents still out of town?”

“Thanks.” I led him to the kitchen. “And yeah. They get back next week. Kegs in here.”

“Right.” He said softly.

“Right.” I replied even softer.

Was the AC on in here?

Why was I so hot?

Why was JJ looking at me like that?

“Why are you looking at me like that?” I screeched when I noticed his weird ass pensive stare into my eyes. “Did you start thinking about it or something?” I mocked.

“No.” he said dryly but convincingly, picking up the Keg to take back to his truck. I began walking him out.

“See you later?”

“Obviously dumbass.” I rolled my eyes. “I bought the Keg. I’m going to the party.”

He threw the keg into his backseat and waved as I closed the door.

“Bye.”

“Bye.” I flipped him off before shutting the door.

I sighed and began to replay the events of the car ride again. Okay, the thoughts were less about the actual conversation and more about what it would be like to have JJ’s hands in my pants. It could never happen. I could never let him win. But I could think about it in the privacy of my own head as much as I wanted. And honestly, I did. Quite often. Even before today. Did I hate him? Sure. But was I immensely attracted to his stupid hot face and stupid hot abs and hair and…

“Fuck!” The knock on the door scared me but I rushed to open it. It was JJ.

“What?!”

He laughed at my frustration and grabbed my face, crashing his lips on mine. He kissed me hard, with purpose and with a force so strong it was like he’d been waiting for years to do just this.

I kissed him back softer. Completely, and utterly submitting to him and the overwhelming desire I felt.

We were like that for a while. Heaving for breaths in between harsh, sloppy kisses as it got hotter and hotter and hotter. My hands had found a place entangled in his hair but his wandered. They pinched my waist and caressed my back. They pulled me closer and closer. I tugged at his shirt in a silent beg for him to do what he said he would. Fuck me.

He took it off almost instantly, kissing me again as I caressed the skin of his bare shoulders.

We both kicked our shoes off and without separating mouths I tried to start for my bedroom. In the blind rush there, I knocked over a vase.

He tried to stop and address it but I didn’t let him.

“I don’t care.” I whispered before kissing him again.

“You’re that desperate?” He smirked back. I took the opportunity to discard my shirt.

“Shut up.”

For the first time, he completely stopped. He grabbed my cheeks with his hands forcing my lips to pucker saying, “Watch your mouth.”

He went to kiss me again, now grabbing my hair into a makeshift ponytail to kiss down my neck. “Say you’re sorry.”

He was still him and I was still me though, so I didn’t. But also…. I couldn’t. Not while he was laying wet kisses all over my chest. He bit down on a particularly sensitive patch of skin and I couldn’t do anything but let out a pathetic mewl. He took advantage of that. “Say you’re fucking sorry.”

“I’m...sorry..” He smiled against my skin when he heard it. Leading me closer to my bedroom door with strong hands on my hips he teased again. “Atta girl.”

I began undoing the button of my shorts, sliding them off and he stopped me as I stepped out of them. “Where’s your room?”

I grabbed his hand and led him to it, “Over here.”

When I let go of him he sat down on the bed and began giving me instructions.

“Close the door and come sit.” I did as I was told and shut the door.

When I sat on his lap he kissed me again, “I like you so much better like this.” His hand slowly creeped into my underwear. “Any last words?” He teased me.

“I still fucking hate you.”

He responded by entering me with his fingers as I desperately searched for something to grab onto. “Shut the fuck up.”

I unfortunately did. Simply experiencing way too much pleasure to speak.

“You’re so wet.” He let me know graciously, continuing his ministrations inside me like it was the last thing he’d ever do. I felt drunk on his touch and I wanted more. I palmed him through his shorts, getting up and kneeling in between his legs. He hummed in satisfaction and I began undoing his pants. “I want it.” I slurred.

“‘Course you do.” We worked in sync to remove the constraining fabric.

I bit my lip and kissed the tip ever so gently. His eyes never left mine as I continued to softly taste.

“Don’t be a fucking tease.” He pulled me up off the floor. “Just sit on it.”

I agreed and began to slowly sink myself down on him.

“Look at that.” he started, “You’re not so tough when you're on my dick.”

Every word that left his mouth made my hips rock a little faster.

“You’re so cute like this.”I moaned as his hands made their way to my boobs, the slow fondling a contrast to the desperate pace of my hips.

“So quiet and pretty.”

“You just wanted my attention, huh? Is that why you were so mean?”

I nodded my head as the knot in my stomach tightened. “Wanted to be a little whore for me?” He enunciated by fucking up into me harder and harder. “Hm?” One hand left my chest to rub circles on my clit.

“Yes!” I gasped, “Yes, yes, yes. Please--Daddy!” The Freudian slip left my lips before I could think, but JJ did not seem to mind one bit.

“Oh fuck me….” He let out, bucking his hips and thrusting up impossibly harder. “I should’ve done this sooner.”

My legs started to shake as I felt myself getting dangerously close to the edge. JJ must’ve felt it because he placed his hand right under my chin and told me, “Ask me.”

I laughed and threw my head back, “Ask you what?”

“Ask me if you can come.”

I whined, “Can I come, Daddy?”

“No.”

He flipped me over so he was on top and began pounding into me with even more force than before. “This is for every time you were a total--Fuck!” He shook his head “You’re so tight.” He stayed fully inside of me and gave me a wet kiss before spitting out, “For everytime you were a fucking bitch.”

“I’m soo sorry,” I droned sarcastically in between moans. If I was close before, now I was just seconds away. Tears were pooling out of my eyes at the sheer intensity of how hard JJ was fucking me. I guess the rumors were true. He was good at this. Really good at this.

“Come inside me.” I whispered in his ear. “I’m on the pill.”

“Yeah?” he smiled, as one hand went to hold me down by the shoulder. “You first.” The other hand rubbed my clit with care.

“Fuck Jayj! Fuck, fuck, fuck! I’m gonna-”

“Come babe, go ahead.” My vision went white and he kissed my open mouth. There was a symphony of kiss-drowned out moans and the violently loud slapping of skin as he sheathed himself as far inside me as he could and filled me. The orgasm was otherworldly.

“Holy shit.” He panted and rolled off me. To my suprise, a sweaty arm wrapped around me and held me to his chest. Looking down slightly he asked, “Did I fuck the physco bitch out of you?”

“Shut up, you like me.” I responded. “Just a little.” he kissed my forehead and it was sweet. He was a sweet boy.

“What’d you come back for?” I asked, thinking I knew the answer. 

“My hat.” 

We laid there for a while in a different type of comfortable silence.

“I have to get ready.” I said, getting up. I tossed him his shorts, “Let’s go get the rest of our clothes.”

He got up and followed me out, kissing me again as soon as we were in the living room.

“Who is desperate now?” I asked.

“I can’t help it. You’re so-”

“Hi guys.” John B said, smiling from the couch as Kie and Sara bursted out laughing from the loveseat. Pope’s mouth was hung open.

“Oh fucking great.” I exasperated.

JJ in typical, shithead JJ fashion, just smiled.

[hollandsmushroom]

Grind On Me

JJ Maybank x Reader

Warnings: Smut 18+(Dry Humping)

This is filth, that is all that it is, pure filth with mentions of rings!

His hands were hot on your waist, rings pressing into your salty skin as you sat on the log. Small splinters pressing into your bare thigh as you sat in nothing but your swimsuit but nothing else mattered aside from him. His soft blonde hair was falling in front of his blue eyes as he laughed jovially at the drunken boy across from him. You had a place of pride with him next to you, you tamed the beast, and now his hands were on you, no one else, just you, he adored you, and god the looks people gave you, but you didn’t care, not one bit. 

“Maybank” you groaned, curling into him, snaking your arm around his waist and squeezing his hip. Your voice was too soft to interrupt his current conversation so you gave it another try. “JJ!” you growl in his ear making him look at you with surprised eyes. 

“Hmm?” his mind was clouded with weed and beer, eyes glazing over as they dipped down below your jaw line, admiring the marks he had littered on the skin, raised bumps of pleasure that made his pants tighten. 

“Come with me” you mutter, taking his hand as you stood up and pulling him along with you, not caring as he stumbled carelessly after your steps before catching up, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close to his chest as he stepped back, knees buckling against a log and prompting the both of you to fall over, you landing heavily on his hardened cock. 

“What can I do you for, sweets” JJ chides as he runs his hands over your ass, palming the flesh harshly as he sits up, leaning his back against a tree as you perch on in. You breast having slipped out during the fall, suddenly having all of JJ’s attention. “Oh what do we have here” he announces loudly, ducking his head down and wrapping his lips around the hardened bud, sucking harshly at the skin, the salty flavor invading his weed tainted mouth. 

His hand gripped your ass, cool metal stinging your skin as he forced your hips to move, grinding against his hard cock as it parted your slick folds. Whenever he would do this he would joke and call it hot dogging, your cunt lips wrapped snuggly around his hardened length as it thrust up against you. Skin on skin and friction and burning of his lips trading their grip on your nipples. 

“Fuck me” JJ moaned loudly against your breast. Thrilled by the feeling of you against him, working over his foreskin through his board shorts, he was falling apart and high and everything felt gritty and salty and amazing. His tip was grazing against a certain part of your clit that made your body buckle, your head throwing back in pleasure, moans dying in your throat as you pressed harder down onto him.

“I think I already am” you whimper, feeling the knot tying itself in you belly, pleasure coursing through you, only increasing when you felt JJ twitch against your clit. 

“Fuck, baby, I’m cumming,” JJ whimpers against your tit, all teeth and spit pooling in the dip of your sternum, you felt him release against you, urging you to you orgasm as well. 

“FUCK” you cried out, everything around you setting aflame as you burned together, in pleasure and each others presence. 

When you finally came back down everything died down, the sound of the music from the party once again reaching your ears and replacing the sound of JJ’s moans and the blood rushing through your ears. 

“Gonna need to take a dip to wash the cum off of me” you groan, looking down at the mixed orgasms running down your thighs. 

“Fuck, I am gonna get ocean pregnant” JJ grunts, standing up and dusting the sand from his butt and looking down at the cum that was staining his abs. 

“What?” you scoff out grabbing his hand and dragging him around back away from the party so no one would see your spunk covered walk of shame. 

“Well, the little sperm dudes are gonna swim off of my skin and then go and get like, I don’t know get a whale pregnant”

“Babe, that is definitely not how that shit works” you laugh as you pull him into the surf, hand in his as you fall under the waves, his body against yours and the moonlight against your skin.

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[peanut-butter-parkerxx]

"here, eat up"

⤷ Y/n was working with Kie at The Wreck and the boys decided to eat there  the same time her shift started to tease her, but she was too tired to joke back

Pairing: JJ Maybank x reader

Status: best best friends

warning: mentions of not eating the whole day (putting this out there just in case. now i do not tolerate this behaviour, pls eat and never starve yourself even if your late for smthg or not feeling like it, its important. anyways enjoy reading! enjoy eating! enjoy being yourself! and go kick some ass in wtv you're doing <33)

wc: 2.2k

*now i know The Wreck serves seafood but for the sake of this story they serve hot dogs too fjdksskk*

"Y/N TABLE 24!" Kie shouted over the cashier pointing at the table that needs to be served, y/n's stomach was grumbling, her head throbbing at whatever sound that was higher than speaking range. "bitch" she whispered to her friends, eyes closed from the headache

"what" kie whispered back, her eyes full of concern

"i told you i have a headache" she spat, her hands rubbing her forehead trying to soothe the pain

"oh shit, sorry. is it really that bad?" kie smiled sympathetically.

"well, yeah i barely slept and-" she was about to continue her rambling when the bell dinged, signalling them that new customers arrived. both of the girls eyes shot up to the door to be met by their annoying ass friends with shit eating grins

"oh you've got to be kidding me" kie rolled her eyes "what are you guys doing here?" she glared and the boys and sarah.

"uhm, we want to eat, now is that a way to welcome a customer?" JJ asked, putting his hand on his heart acting as if he was offended causing the rest of the group to do the same. the thing is, the group loves to joke around and tease eachother all the time. normally, y/n would fire back a comeback or playfully hit his head but she was too tired to do so, so she just rolled her eyes and went to her table

"whats up with her" John B asked point at y/n obviously faking her smile at the customers as she was writing their orders, the customers didn't know that but her friends knew her too well.

"she was studying all night" kie spoke typing something on the cash register.

"oh" the group nodded in understanding, they knew their beloved y/n. always trying to be the best, and working hard is basically her motto in life, that's why she fits well with the group. especially JJ. they've been best friends for a while.  her personality and determinations mixed with his easiness and care free self fits so well like puzzle pieces, they balance eachother out and even though JJ isn't well with coping with his feelings or showing them, he makes sure she gets the appreciation she deserves. for example, now.

the group sat on the table, John B and sarah facing the ocean view while JJ and pope sat on the opposite side. pope didn't want to sit next to the lovesick couple, even though sitting on the opposite side wont do any better, he'd just like to think it does. but JJ chose that spot so he could check on his exhausted best friend, just in case something happened. another one of JJ's qualities, is his protectiveness over the people he cares about. but he's a little more protective over y/n, even though he wont admit it, its true.

after y/n served her designated table she went to serve her other customers that kie assigned for her. her friends. she didnt mind since she needed some positivity in her shitty mood, and she can always count on her friends for that.

"sup dipshits, what do you guys want?" she slid on the seat next to JJ, pulling out her pen and pad from her pocket while JJ absentmindedly stretched out his right arm to hug her shoulders.

"wow" John B spoke "what a way to talk to a customer" he continued the joke from a few minutes ago, snickering. while sarah clapped.

"oh piss off, im trying to be nice here" she scoffed

"oh, this is called being nice?" pope continued

"i guess so" sarah spoke

"you guys seriously don't know when to shut up, huh?" y/n rolled her eyes, smiling at her idiot of a friend group.

after taking their orders, which took longer then than the usual time of ordering, she gave the slip to kie since she was going to the kitchen. as she was waiting for their meal to come, she prepared their drinks and served a couple of other tables. her body getting tired with every step, her back was tense, feet cramping, and mood obviously sour. but she needed to push through it, she only had a 2 hours left till her shift is over.

"here guys" y/n served the drinks to her friends, sarah and pope ordered sprite while John B and JJ took a couple of beers. y/n passed john B and sarahs drinks first since they were closer, hugging John B and obviously kissing sarahs cheek (its a simple gesture the girls do all the time), causing both of them to laugh. then she served pope and JJ's drinks, giving pope a hug from the back to which he reciprocated the gesture by touching her arms that were hung loosely around his shoulders.

"don't i get a kiss" JJ teased, pouting his lips jokingly making kissing sounds, y/n rolled her eyes at her childish best friend and smacked the back of his head causing him to groan "ow" he whined "you know i was joking!" he pouted, rubbing his head trying to soothe the sudden pain

"oh, you baby" now it was y/n's turn to tease him, but nonetheless she kissed his cheek which also caught him by surprise since he didn't expected it after being swatted in the back of his head, his cheeks flamed pink as he tried to supress the stupid grin on his face.

but his smile slowly turned into a frown when he heard the sound of grumbling "have you eaten today?" JJ turned to y/n, his eye brows furrowing not wanting to believe what he was thinking, has she not eaten today at all? no, maybe she just ate breakfast early and couldn't eat lunch due to her shift, JJ's thoughts kept swirling around his head, with every thought he assumed the worst.

"i told you, i was studying all night. i barely came here on time" she whispered, not wanting to make a big deal out of it, when it clearly is.

"what do you mean you couldn't ea- okay, your shift is over get your ass down and finish my beer, actually no, don't drink that on an empty stomach get yourself a bottle of water and DRINK" he shooed her, but she wouldn't budge

"i can't! some new inspectors are coming at any moment, maybe they've already arrived! i dont know! so i cant just eat and drink whenever i want to" she hissed, looking around the restaurant to see if there are any new faces or most importantly, her boss. coz if he saw her spending one more minute at that table he'll kick the squad out for distracting her.

JJ wouldn't take no for an answer, so he signalled John B to give him his backpack and took out a bottle of water. "take it" he said extending his arm for her to take the bottle

"JJ i just told you i can't- and look kie's dad is literally scanning the place i don't want to be the one ruining this for him" she tried to reason with him, once she saw that her boss was looking at her she immediately took out her pen and pad acting as if she was writing down something for the table, JJ obviously looked at where she was looking at to see Mr Carrera, so he played along and opened the bottle and drank a bit.

once he saw that kie's dad left, he yanked y/n to sit next to him and lifted the bottle to her lips "drink" he said sternly, now y/n knew her best friend, she wasn't the only one with determination, so rolling her eyes, she gave in and opened her mouth slowly drinking from his water bottle. this wasn't weird for the pair. they've always been comfortable around eachother, more so than others. they always share their foods with eachother, especially when they were trying something different, what he liked about y/n is that she shamelessly admits that she loves food, like more than most girls would.

she could literally stuff her whole face and she wouldn't be embarrassed of it, even if it was infront of the 3 boys, or infront anyone in general.

after drinking a couple of sips, she pulled away, savouring the feeling of the cold water going down her throat. "thank you" she whispered, giving JJ one last kiss, on the cheek of course, before slipping out of the benches to go serve other customers. never failing to make her best friend blush, as always.

15 minutes later, it was time to serve their foods, so y/n walked up to them again, a warm smile tugged on her lips as she remembered what her caring best friends did. He was always this caring with her, and it always made her heart leap.

"here you go" she did her round of serving to the table, each face was funnier from the other, you could tell they were starving! stuffing their faces the second the plate hit the table. what surprised her is how JJ was suspiciously calm? he was picking out some topping off his hot dog which he normally doesn't do, picky eater. as y/n was walking away again, JJ called out her name and gestured for her to come back.

"here, eat up" he took his hot dog off his plate moved it closer to her mouth, opening his mouth, silently telling her to do the same. but she couldn't, goddammit JJ she thought

"JJ you know i cant eat right now!" she scoffed, she was annoyed on the outside but her heart was exploding on the inside.

"what? you haven't eaten all day coz of your stubborn ass trying to be Einstein or some shit, Mr. Carrera isn't here, and i took out (a hot dog topping you don't like) coz i know you don't like it" he smiled genuinely as if he was proud of himself, he knew she couldn't resist his 'sweet innocent smile' that's how he made her do some crazy shit that were definitely dangerous but created beautiful memories. sighing dramatically she gave in muttering a quick "fuck you" under her breath, no doubt about him hearing it since his grin grew 100 times wider.

he basically shoved the whole hot dog to her face, quickly getting a napkin to wipe off the ketchup before Mr Carrera would see anything. "atta girl" he took a bite off the hot dog slowly beginning to relax. y/n was pouting, playfully glaring at JJ for him winning but grateful nonetheless, and he knew that. "see? it wasn't so bad" he shrugged, extending the hotdog for her to take another bite but then catching her boss in the corner of his eye immediately retracting it and taking a bite again.

"that was close" she hissed "but thank you" she smiled, leaning in and kissing him. like really kissing him! startling the both of them. when she realized what she was absentmindedly doing, she pulled away but not in JJ's watch. he kissed back hovering over her slightly, hand going to her waist pulling her closer as the other cupped her left cheek deepening the kiss.  after a few seconds they pulled away, eyes both wide in disbelief. he couldn't stop looking at her, his heart was practically exploding by the time he saw her smile growing.

"i think i should be thanking you" he grinned causing her to punch his shoulder lightly, suddenly getting shy from his presence. taking her tray she waved at the group, cheeks burning as she realized that the group was watching the whole thing. "bye" she squeaked, sprinting to the kitchen. gasping slightly from the running her face broke out into another gorgeous smile. she squealed as she took everything in.

while JJ was being mobbed by his friends teasing him and asking him all sorts of stupid questions, ignoring all of them, just thinking about her soft lips on his, already craving it her touch again.

"i dont think i've ever seen JJ blush before?" sarah commented, smirking at the flustered boy that was playing with his hat nervously.

"me neither" John B continued

"my theory is correct, JJ Maybank does become a softie to a girl he actually likes" pope raised his finger dramatically.

"yeah stop being soft man, it doesn't look good on you" John B snickered to which JJ flipped him off

"shut up"

ive been so caught up in school that i finished this in 2 weeks 😭 2 WEEKS and yes and its rushed since i have to go study anyways hope you guys enjoyed it and feel free to request smthg!

have a wonderful morning/afternoon/evening/night!