“I’m going to kiss you now. Don’t freak out.”
AN: This is my first attempt at smut and I don’t think it’s half bad lmao. This is also my first Outer Banks fic, and I can tell you right now there will be MORE in the future :) Please let me know what you think! Also, I’m always open to requests if you wanna slip one into my ask box. Enjoy!
Warnings: SMUT, nsfw, 18+
You knew something was off.
It was just a normal day with the pogues. You had spent the afternoon on John B.’s boat, drinking, smoking, swimming until you all were exhausted from the sun. But you could tell something was wrong with JJ the entire time.
When you had made a dirty play off of Pope’s words and looked to your best friend for a high five, he was staring off into the horizon. When Kiara’s bikini top came undone and she rushed to fix it while everyone howled in laughter, he wasn’t even paying attention. You caught him staring at you a few times, which made you ask him, “What’s up, dude?” But he would just shake his head with a dismissive mumble.
You were back at the Chateau, sitting on a lawn chair because John B. and Kiara had taken the hammocks. Pope was sitting on the ground while JJ paced back and forth behind you guys. There was definitely something on his mind.
As the sun started to set, John B. told everyone he was leaving to go see Sarah. Pope said something about all the chores he had to get done or else his dad was going to kill him. Kiara left with both boys, wanting to catch a ride back home before it got too late. Then it was just you and JJ.
You gathered the empty beer bottles and bags of chips to bring them inside the house, JJ quickly following close behind you. You thought he was going to say something to you, but he kept his mouth shut.
You shrugged off that thought as you looked around the trashed living room, deciding to clean up a little bit. It may not be your house, but you were there all the time and knew nobody else was going to clean up. As you grabbed a garbage bag to start working, you noticed JJ still standing in the doorway, not sure what to do with himself. You raised your brow at him questioningly, but he just awkwardly scratched the back of his head and sat down on the couch.
Then he just sat there quietly, watching you as you cleaned, yet another sign that something was wrong. The boy never missed an opportunity to tease you about your “house-wife tendencies,” as he likes to say.
You dropped the garbage bag you were carrying and made your way to sit next to him on the couch. “Alright, dude. What’s up?”
“What do you mean?” he countered quickly.
You scoffed. “You’ve been acting weird all day. I know when something’s off with you, J, so just spill it.”
His eyes met yours for a brief moment before he sighed. “I actually wanted to ask you something,” he started, but the silence that fell over the room afterwards made it clear he wasn’t going to continue.
“Okay,” you laughed softly. “Go ahead.”
“I just… I don’t know how to say it.” He was being timid, avoiding your gaze. You furrowed your brows. This wasn’t like the JJ you knew at all. He was never afraid to tell you anything, you guys were so close.
You laid a comforting hand on JJ’s knee, which was bouncing from nerves. “Come on, it’s just me.”
He took a deep breath, deciding to just get it out in the open. “What do girls like in bed?”
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