jj maybank’s juul

a/n : the rafe x jj fic nobody asked for ! it’s just seeing rudy and drew together has got me feeling some type of way, so here we are :) thinking about making a part 2, so if y’all wanna see that let me know ! warning : very smutty ;)

jj was heading to john b’s house, after a pretty heated argument with his dad. jj got out before his dad could start throwing punches. he packed a bag quickly, he doesn’t plan on going back for awhile. jj decided to take the backroads to john b’s. it took longer, yes, but, it was more scenic, quiet. it gave him time to think, to cool off, before he got to his friends. he could shoot them a pearly smile, and no one would ask questions. therefore, he’s now walking, alone.

that was until a SUV pulled up beside him, and rolled down the window. it’s rafe cameron. definitely not who jj wants to see right now.

“hey pogue,” rafe smirks, driving slow beside him.

“what do you want, rafe?” jj seethes, he really doesn’t feel like dealing with him. jj is already irritated, he doesn’t need rafe adding on.

“what? i can’t stop to say hi?” rafe says sarcastically. jj and rafe both know he’s not here just to say hello. rafe wanted a fight, like always.

jj scoffs, “what are you even doing in the cut anyways, kook,”

rafe’s smirk fades, and he looks away for a moment. jj quickly put it together, barry’s house was just up the road from john b’s.

“oh i see, needed a fix, huh?” jj’s smirking now, he knows about rafe little problem. jj can see the anger in rafe’s face.

rafe speeds up. jj thinks for a moment, he’s driving away, but he pulls over, and parks in front of jj stopping him in his tracks.

“oh, great,” jj shakes his head, throwing his hand up. if rafe wants a fight, he’ll get one. he needs to blow off some steam anyways.

rafe gets out of the vehicle, rushing over to get in jj’s face, “shut your fucking mouth, pogue,” rafe pushes jj up against the back of the SUV, fisting jj’s shirt, “don’t talk about shit you know nothing about,”

“i know exactly what i’m talking about,” jj says nonchalantly. he pushes against rafe, he doesn’t budge, “so why don’t you piss off, and go do a line or two,”

jj watches rafe’s eyes, and the rage that fills them. rafe grips jj’s throat tight, choking him, “fuck you,”

jj grabs rafe’s arm, trying to pull him off, but failing. jj struggles to get air, he looks rafe in the eyes, pleading. he whimpers, eyes welling up with tears jj dares to slip.

rafe watches him, biting his lip. he feels jj struggling to get away against him, so he pushes him harder against the vehicle. rafe can’t help but to think how pretty he looks.

rafe releases his grip suddenly, but not letting go of jj’s throat. jj’s lungs burn, as he inhales a much needed breath. rafe’s hand moves from his throat to jj’s jaw slowly, almost carefully as if not to scare him away. rafe’s eyes flicker between jj’s parted lips, to his eyes. rafe’s eyes were intoxicating, almost soft in this moment, pulling jj in. rafe goes for it, kissing the boy hard, and to rafe’s surprise, jj kisses back just as forcefully. the kiss, all teeth and tongue.

jj doesn’t know what he’s doing, it’s rafe, a kook, someone he hates, but it feels so right. the silent communication of rafe’s gaze was enough for jj to continue. ‘please, i’m sorry, i need this, we need this,’

they continued, as if the look was never shared, keeping up the facade of hatred. jj was a pogue, and rafe, a kook, they were supposed to hate each other.

rafe moves his leg in between jj’s, pressing against his cock. jj groans into the kiss, before biting rafe’s lip hard enough to draw blood.

“ah! fuck,” rafe breathes out. he shoves jj back, and touches his lip, seeing blood on his fingers, “dirty fucking pouge,”

jj laughs, tilting his head back, leaning against the SUV, “what are you gonna fucking do about it,”

rafe growls, pushing his leg harder against jj’s now hard cock. jj whimpers, grinding on rafe’s thigh. rafe is about to say something snarky, but quickly cuts himself off, looking down.

jj had reached his hand down, palming rafe’s cock. rafe watches for a moment, insanely turned on by the bold action. he finally looks back up to jj’s face.

jj is biting his lip, waiting for rafe’s response, hoping it’s a good one. rafe grabs his jaw, forcing eye contact, “that want you want, huh?”

jj nods his head rapidly, “yeah,” he moans out.

rafe rubs along his bottom lip with his thumb, then quickly gripping jj hair in his hand. he pulls jj’s head to the side, kissing along his jaw. when rafe makes it to jj’s ear, he whispers, “think you can take it?”

jj mewls, grinding harder on rafes thigh, “y-yes,”

rafe pulls away, admiring the wrecked boy in front of him. all red lips, and glossy eyes. he pulls jj down on his knees by his hair.

jj works fast getting rafe’s shorts down enough that his thick cock can springs free. he strokes rafe a few times, marveling at the girth of him. jj looks up at rafe, practically drooling for it.

apparently, jj was taking too long for rafe’s liking. so rafe pulls jj’s head back, straining his neck. he grabs the base of his cock, slapping it against jj’s mouth until he opens up. jj opens, tongue slipping out. rafe groans, and pushes in.

rafe wastes no time, immediately fucking the boys mouth. jj braces himself on rafe’s thighs, eyes squeezed tight, fingernails digging in deep. he pulls out for a few seconds letting the boy catch his breath, before plunging back in.

rafe held jj deep on his cock, using the younger boy like a toy, fucking into his mouth in shallow, quick thrusts. jj’s eyes brimmed with tears, fighting the urge to gag.

jj looks to rafe, making a desperate noise, begging to breathe. jj can’t resist any longer, and gags. rafe’s cock twitches in his throat, enjoying the feeling of jj’s throat constricting around him.

rafe finally grips jj’s hair, pulling him off his cock, letting jj breathe, “sorry,” rafe smirks smugly.

“asshole,” jj coughs, rolling his eyes, and wiping the spit off his chin.

rafe huffs, “get up,” rafe pulled jj up by his hair, slamming him up against the SUV again. rafe grabs his jaw, kissing the boy harshly, jj can taste blood on his tongue. jj snakes his hand back down to rafe’s cock, pumping him teasingly slow, slick with his own spit.

rafe groans into the kiss, and starts kissing down the column of jj’s throat. he moves both his hands down to tightly grip jj’s ass, “wanna fuck you,” he whispers into the crook of jj’s neck.

jj moans, weaving his fingers in rafe’s hair, “do it then, fuck me,” jj challenges. jj can’t believe he’s doing this. he hates rafe, always has, despises him really. all the pogues do. however, right now, jj needs rafe like he needs air.

rafe grunts, pulling away from jj’s neck, connecting their lips again. rafe pulls jj with him to the back door of the SUV, not breaking the kiss once. rafe fumbles for the door handle, swing it open when he finds it. meanwhile, jj undoes his belt, dropping his shorts. rafe quickly flips jj around, pushing him down in the backseat, ass up. rafe grips jj’s ass, before landing a harsh slap.

jj’s breath hitches, but shortly turns into a moan, “fuck,” he can hear rafe let out a satisfied hum behind him. jj grows impatient, he starts wiggling his ass back against rafe’s cock, “do something,” jj whines.

rafe sucks his teeth, huffing out a quick laugh, “need my cock that bad, huh?” rafe rubs against jj’s hole with his thumb.

jj whimpers out, “fuck you,” wishing he sounded more annoyed then needy.

rafe hums, then spits on jj’s hole, lubing him before pressing two fingers in. jj hisses, feeling the stretch. rafe spreads his fingers, spiting on his hole again, then adding another digit. jj bites the back of his hand, trying to muffle his sounds.

rafe doesn’t like that. he grabs jj’s hair, jerking his neck back, then leaning over his back to whisper in his ear, “let me hear you,”

jj let’s out a loud moan, mouth wide, as he fucks himself back on rafe’s fingers. he reaches his arm up to wrap around rafe neck tugging him closer. rafe kisses along jj’s shoulder, his neck, the shell of his ear.

jj turns his head to the side, whispering, “fuck me,”

rafe groans, and bites his lip. he grabs jj’s jaw, kissing him at the awkward angle, but it’s still so good. rafe removes his fingers, immediately delivering a painful slap to jj’s ass. jj breaks the kiss, letting out shocked gasp, then a whine. rafe smirks, giving jj a quick peck, before sliding his hand from jj’s jaw, holding it out in front of the boys face. jj looks at his palm, then to his face, confused.

“spit,” rafe demands. jj bites his lip, unsure, neverless he gathers up as much saliva he can, spitting in his palm, “good boy,”

jj rolls his eyes, but secretly he loved the praise. rafe stood back up behind jj, rubbing his spit covered palm along his cock. he lines himself up, rubbing his tip along jj’s hole, about to push in, “want it?”

jj groans impatiently, “yes, j-just hurry up,”

rafe shakes his head smugly, he holds jj’s hip with one hand, pressing the tip of his cock in with the other. jj moaned, trying to thrust back to get rafe deeper. jj’s efforts were failing him, rafe’s strong grip on his hip stopping him.

rafe then grips both of jj’s hips, finally giving him what he so desperately wants. he pushes in slowly until he bottoms out. rafe found himself memorized by how small the boy looked below him. his hands were so big against his body. he didn’t realize how long he was fixated until jj cut him out of his thoughts.

“rafe,” jj whined, circling his hips, “fucking move,”

rafe could’ve came right there, just from hearing jj whine his name like that. rafe pressed jj’s lower back down, making him arch. rafe then pulled out, slamming back in hard, “that what you want?”

“fuck!” jj cries out, gripping ahold of the backseat, as he was bucked forwards.

rafe set a steady firm pace, pounding into jj deep, “god, you’re so tight,” rafe felt jj shiver at his words. rafe blankets himself over jj’s back again, wrapping his hand around jj’s throat, but not choking him. this change of angle has rafe’s cock hitting jj’s sweet spot perfectly. jj gasps, grabbing ahold of rafe’s wrist, gripping so hard his knuckles turn white.

“how’s it feel being fucked by a kook, pogue?” rafe spits breathlessly by jj’s ear. their worlds were never supposed to collide like this. kooks and pogues weren’t supposed to talk, let alone fuck. but it only made this all the more hot.

jj only whimpers, cock twitching, at rafe’s words. he couldn’t even think of some witty response if he tried. too caught up in the feeling of rafe’s cock filling him so perfectly.

“feels good doesn’t it, baby?” rafe whispers, kissing behind jj’s ear. rafe inches his hand down to jj’s neglected cock, pumping him firmly, “gonna come for me?”

jj’s breath hitches, nodding his head rapidly. jj fucks into rafe’s hand, simultaneously fucking back on rafe’s cock. jj’s eyes roll back, the pleasure becoming too much, “i’m-“

“come,” rafe fucks the boy just a bit harder, sending him over the edge. jj comes into rafe’s fist, moaning loudly. he collapses, coming down from the high. he goes limp in the backseat, worn out.

jj only becomes even tighter through his orgasm, it only takes a few more thrusts before rafe comes as well. coming deep in jj, making him whine. rafe rides out his orgasm a little longer, before pulling out, jj hisses. he stands back, watching his come seep out of jj.

rafe grins, “so fucking hot,” he breaths out. he watches jj’s back rise and fall, catching his breath. how his back muscles tense up when he inhales, and soften on exhales. since when did he notice those things?

rafe shakes himself out of the thoughts this time, he runs his hand along jj’s ass, giving him one last slap.

jj inhales a sharp breath, then groans, “fuck off,” jj can hear rafe huff out a laugh, then start to pull his shorts back on. guessing this is his que, jj stands, ignoring the ache he feels, pulling his own shorts up.

there’s a awkward tension between the two. neither of them know what to do, what’s the next move. rafe, of course, makes the first move, slamming the backdoor, and getting up in jj’s face. jj backs into the car, eyes full of worry. this was a mistake, they both knew it.

“tell anyone about this, you’re dead,” rafe spits. jj only scoffs, he wasn’t gonna tell anyone. he couldn’t, even if he wanted too. rafe backs away, opening the drivers door. he’s about to get in, but he looks to jj one last time. jj sees the look again, that same gaze. jj can read right threw his eyes, as if they’re screaming, ‘i’m sorry,”

request : First of all I love your writing and secondly could you write something where John b and JJ we’re trying to hide their relationship form the Pogues buuuuutt.....pope and kie walk in on them DOIN DA NASTY (not all the way) and then they have a bonding moment but John b and JJ kick them out cuz they wanna GET DOWN AND DERTY???

*****

it’s early morning, the only time john b and jj really have to themselves. these hours were the only time they could be them, a couple, in all it’s sweet, mushy, intimate glory. pope and kie don’t know about them yet. not because they’re scared to tell them necessarily, but there’s rules. “no pogue on pogue making!” (who actually follows that rule anyways?) but, it’s also them, john b and jj, best friends, who would’ve thought?

they’ve had a lovely morning so far, showered, coffee made, and together. actually together, not holding back, like they usually feel they need too, at least for now.

they have plans with kie and pope to go on the marsh later, but they have time now. well, they thought.

“jj, shut up! stop!” john b chuckles, jj is straddling his waist, holding his wrists above his head, pinning him.

“you can’t tell me you don’t like it!” jj’s smile beaming, “you told me that one night, you said it was hot!”

“hmm, i don’t think i recall,” john b made a face, acting as if he was trying to think, but his smile was breaking through. john b knew exactly what jj was talking about, but he didn’t need to know that. he was a little drunk that night, maybe a little high too. he told jj, in a slur of drunken words, he liked when he pinned him down like this.

“liar,” jj grinned, beginning to kiss down his neck, john b’s hand still trapped above his head.

john b struggled against jj’s hands, wanting to touch him, to pull him closer. john b whines when his efforts fail him, “jay...”

“see? you like it,” jj says hovering over his lips, not letting them touch, but so close.

john b glances between jj’s eyes and his lips, sucking on his bottom lip. he decides go for it, he leans forward to press they’re lips together, but jj moves away fast. so close. john b tosses his head back in defeat, groaning.

“not fair,” john b pouts, he knows deep down he could easy break away from jj’s grip, but where’s the fun in that.

jj grins, about to say something, when john b sees the door open fast. he makes direct eye contact with pope. john b’s eye widen, and he tosses jj off of him. they must have lost track of time.

“wha- fuck!” jj shouts, as he falls off the bed onto the floor.

“i-i-“ john b stutters to pope.

jj picks himself off the floor, rubbing his head, “if i went to far could’ve just told me, damn,” jj says, not even noticing pope, until his looks up, “oooh,”

“what’s going on back here?” kie says, rounding the corner, after hearing the commotion, standing in the doorway next to pope.

jj, john b, and pope all look between each other, not saying anything. until jj gaze turns to john b, giving him a reassuring look.

“we’re together,” jj states, word falling from his lips quick, scratching the back of his neck nervously, “a thing, if you will,” he shrugs.

“clearly,” pope laughs, shaking his head.

kie laughs as well, “yeah, you thought we didn’t know?”

john b and jj share a confused look, before look back to their friends, “wait, you knew?” john b asks, bewildered.

“you two aren’t really the best at hiding it,” kie giggles, pope nods in agreement.

“and you didn’t say anything?” john b adds.

“we figured you guys would tell us at some point, or inevitably something like this would happen,” pope conjectured, motioning to the situation at hand, shaking his head.

“well, shit,” jj huffs, “this was easier then i thought it was gonna be,”

“so, you guys are cool with this?” john b asks, motioning between him and jj.

“yeah, ” kie and pope say in unison, shrugging.

“well, thanks guys!” jj beamed, wrapping his arms around pope and kie’s shoulders, “this was a real nice chat, but me and johnny over there have some business to take care of, love you!” he wiggles his eyebrows, and pushes the two out of the room.

“jj!” john b blushes and laughs.

“god, you’re gross,” kie scoffs, smiling.

“use protection!” pope shouts from outside the door.

jj shuts the door, turning to john b, he jumps on the bed and attacking him with kisses, his cheeks, his lips, his neck, “so, where did we leave off,” he smirks.

“so smooth,” john b huffs, and pushes jj on his back, undoing his shorts taking his cock out. john b strokes him back to full hardness, then taking him into his mouth. john b doesn’t mess around, just gets to work, swirling his tongue, taking him deep.

jj moans gripping john b hair, but john b doesn’t suck for long before he pulls off. john b spits on his cock getting him wet, pumping a few times.

john b remove his own shorts, then straddles jj. jj goes to touch john b, but is cut short when john b grabs his wrist holding them above his head, with one hand, “how does it feel?” john b cockily grins.

“nooo, gotta let me touch you! babe, please,” jj groans, pleading.

“not gonna happen,” john b smiles, giving jj a quick kiss. he then reaches around, lining up jj’s wet cock, and sinking down. he’s still prepped from last nights activities.

“f-fuck,” jj moans, and pulling at his hands, trying to touch.

john b steadies himself with one hand on jj’s chest. he circles his hips, before pulling up, and starting to bounce, “so big, jay,”

jj meets john b’s bounces with his own thrusts, fucking up into the other boy. as a result, hitting the spot that makes john b see stars. john b breath hitches, reaching to stroke his cock.

“gonna come, babe?” jj inquires, with a grin, slamming up hard.

“mhmm, yeah, yes!” john b cries out, breathlessly, and he does. in his moment of bliss, john b releases jj’s hands. jj immediately grabs john b hips, fucking into him hard and fast.

john b, sensitive from coming, collapse on jj chest, squeezing his shoulders tightly, “jj!” john b wails.

“did so good, babe, i’m gonna come,” jj pants, coming deep in john b.

they lay for a moment catching their breath, john b is first to move, kissing jj deeply, “they’re probably waiting,” he says in the kiss.

request : hi hun, i loved your jj x john b sleepy bjs piece! i was wondering if you could do something with jj and john b’s first time or maybe jj’s first time bottoming? thx :)

*****

john b and jj were on the couch, smoking a joint together, alone. they never got much alone time, but tonight was one of those rare occasions. kie and pope were originally supposed to be hanging out with them actually. but, kie gotta text from her dad saying they needed help at the wreck, they were low on staff this particular night. kie regretfully agreed, and of course pope followed. pope never left her side nowadays, so that left the two of them.

“so, what are we doing tonight?” john b asks, passing the joint back to jj.

jj threw his feet up into john b’s lap, tilting his head back and hitting the joint, “i’m to high to think,”

“a movie?” john b questioned, there wasn’t much else to do with the sun setting.

“i’m down,” jj shrugged too high to care, “pick something funny though,”

john b scrolled through netflix, settling on a movie he thought was pretty funny. jj passed the joint back to john b, he only took a hit or two before passing it back. john b wasn’t the biggest fan of weed, but he knew jj was. john b liked how jj was affected by the substance. jj always mellowed out, he was sweet when he was like this.

jj takes the last hits from the joint, before putting it out in the ashtray. instead of laying back down, jj cuddled close to john b. jj’s head was leaning on john b’s shoulder, with his legs still across his lap. john b put his arm around his shoulders pulling him closer, and kissing him on the top of his head.

not even 10 minutes into the movie, jj grabbed john b’s hand. he played with his fingers, not paying attention to the film at all, “john b,” jj hummed.

“yeah?” john b questioned.

“can we...” jj trailed off, too nervous to ask.

“can we? what?” john b egged on.

“can- i- nevermind,” jj shook his head, hoping john b would drop the subject.

“jay, say it,”

jj was hesitant, he didn’t know this would make him so anxious. it’s probably just the weed, jj was usually pretty straightforward with what he wanted, “i want you,”

john b smirked, understanding now what jj was getting at, but still not completely sure, “want me to what, baby?”

jj looked up into john b’s eyes, “johnny...” jj pouted. jj shifted so that he was now straddling john b, “please?”

john b grabbed ahold of his hips, pushing him down, making him grind in his lap. jj bit his lip, obviously contemplating his next move.

“gotta say it, jay,” john b pressed, reaching up to jj’s jaw forcing him to make eye contact with him. john b pulled jj’s now puffy lip from between his teeth with his thumb, “cmon, baby-“

“i want you to f-fuck me,”

john b’s hip instinctively bucked into jj’s, causing them both to moan. he wasn’t expecting that at all. john b searched jj’s eyes, “yeah?”

“mhmm, yes,” jj nodded his head rapidly before slamming his lips into john b’s. john b ran his hands up jj’s sides, making him shiver. john b smirked into the kiss. john b swiped jj’s lower lip with his tongue, which jj tried to chase, he wanted more.

“say it again, baby” john b grinned. jj’s being shy tonight, and he kind of likes it. he knows jj’s acting like this partially because of the weed, but also because this would be jj’s first time having sex with a guy.

“i-i-“ jj begins, but is cut off by a particularly hard grind from john b’s hips, making his breath hitch. jj makes eye contact with john b, loving the smug look on his face. jj is already so hard it hurts, “fuck me,”

john b takes jj’s shirt off, before flipping jj on his back. john b kisses along his neck, down his chest, while rubbing his nipple with his thumb, “so good, jay,” john b whispers between kisses.

jj’s cock twitches at the praise. jj try’s to get off on john b’s thigh, that’s in between his legs, “need it, please,”

john b chuckles, taking jj’s shorts and boxers off, then taking off his shirt. he pumps jj’s cock a few times, jj’s back arches off the couch. john b goes to spit on his fingers to prep jj, but he stops him. jj reaches down on the floor to retrieve his shorts. going in the pocket, he fishes out a small bottle of lube and a condom.

john b raises his eyebrows, “so, you planned this, huh?” john b huffs.

“i- kinda?” jj blushed, when jj heard kie and pope weren’t gonna be with them tonight, he thought it would be the perfect opportunity.

john b shakes his head, smiling. he gives jj a quick kiss before grabbing the lube. he puts a small amount on his fingers, warming it up, “ready?”

“yeah, yes,” jj whimpers. john b fingers jj with one finger, then two. jj pushes himself down on john b’s fingers. john b adds a third finger, wanting jj to be stretched enough, he doesn’t want this to hurt.

when john b thinks jj is ready, he withdraws his hand. jj whines at the loss. john b takes his cock out, rips open the condom, and rolls it on skillfully. he lines up his cock, and when he’s about to push in, he leans down kissing jj deeply.

jj moans against john b’s lips when he finally sinks in slowly. jj grips john b shoulders tightly. john b circles his hips, and kisses down his neck, waiting for jj to adjust.

“move, please,” jj sighs.

john b pulls out, and pushes back in. jj throws his head back, letting out a groan. john b’s hips set a steady pace.

“so tight, jay,” john b whispers, under jj’s ear. jj’s mewls, and reaches up, gripping john b’s hair at the nape of his neck.

jj goes to stroke his cock, but john b smacks his hand away. jj looks up at john b, confused.

“want you to come just from my cock, baby,” john b says, breathlessly.

“i-i can’t, wanna come,” jj cry’s out, grinding down to get john b deeper.

“shhh, yes, you can,” john b’s thrusts quicken, hitting jj’s prostate everytime. jj breath hitches, he never knew it could feel so good. jj felt his orgasm approaching quickly.

“john b, i-i’m,” jj try’s to get out, but before he can he cums. jj’s eyes squeeze tight, as strings of white painting his and john b’s abdomens.

“fuck, so good, did so good, jay,” john b praised, still thrusting trying to hit his high. john b’s thrust become sloppy as he releases, buried deep.

they both collapse, catching their breath. john b has his head in jj’s neck, kissing along his collarbones. john b pulls out, jj hisses, which turns into a whine. quickly john b cleans up with his discarded shirt.

laying together in a tangle of limbs, john b kisses jj’s lips lazily, as they both begin to doze off, jj’s puts his head on john b’s chest. when john b thinks he hears jj’s breathing even, and slow, he whispers softly into jj’s hair, “i love you,”

*****

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*****

the group pulled up to barry’s house. all the pogues were angry, especially jj. the fact that they almost lost the gold to barry was terrifying.

“this will just take one second,” jj said, hopping out the van and making his way inside.

“somebody should probably-“

“yeah I got it,” john b said, walking inside.

jj was rummaging through barry’s house, clearly looking for something, “so what’s your plan, slick?” john b asked, sarcastically.

“well,” jj pulled the cushions up from the couch, “as thou hath stealth from us, we shall stealth from ye.”

they made their way outside to the van, “we’re looking at around 5 grand each, for putting up with that bullshit,” jj pulled out wads of cash.

“Is this what we’re doing now? we’re robbing drug dealers?”

“this guy is gonna find out and he’s gonna come for us,” sarah said, scared.

“how’d you guys like having a gun pulled on you huh?” jj stepped closer to john b and looked up at him.

“he had it right here on you man.” jj pointed his finger an inch away from john b’s face.

jj and john b told each other that they liked each other awhile ago. john b was the only thing that jj cared about in his life now. the fact that john b had a gun pointed to his face and jj couldn’t do anything about it didn’t sit right with him. He couldn’t protect him, but he could get even.

“we’re sick of your shit.”

“my shit?” jj asked surprised.

“yes, your pulling guns on people shit.”

the pogues continued arguing before jj stormed off, deciding he needed to be alone.

*****

john b walked into his house, slamming the door. what the fuck was happening to them. he thought finding the gold was going to fix everything but it only seemed to be causing problems for everyone. he threw his keys down and went to grab a beer. he leaned against the counter, rubbing his eyes, clearly the pressure behind them. his head popped up as he heard music coming from outside. abandoning his drink, he hurried to the backyard. his jaw dropped seeing the sight in front of him. jj sat comfortably in a big hot tub, holding a bottle of champagne.

“what is this?” john b rubbing his eyes feeling exhausted from everything.

“i bought a hot tub.” jj smiled cheekily motioning for him to come in. john b gritted his teeth, he had never felt anger at jj like this before. he was so done with all his shit.

“what’re you waiting for? get in the cats ass.” jj smiles.

john b shook his head and laughed mockingly. he turned around throwing his hands up and walking inside, “i’m done.” he said.

jj’s smile dropped upon hearing that. He quickly got out of the water and followed him to the kitchen, “What do you mean you’re done?”

“jj, im fucking done!” john b yelled looking at the dripping wet boy, “wasting your fucking money! robbing people! fucking with the damn gun! acting like everything is a fucking joke! the money was supposed to be for your restitution! not a fucking hot tub!” john b screamed, getting closer to jj.

“yeah well maybe I didn’t want to pay it off. maybe I wanted to have some fun and get something for my friends john b. did you ever think of that?” jj said, calmly yet still angry, taking a swig of the opened beer on the counter.

“jj, you’re acting like a fucking brat,” john b breathed out, and got close to his face.

“what’d you call me?” jj whispered stepping close to john b’s face.

“i called you a fucking brat.” jj shoved him hard against the counter. john b pushed him back harder.

“you’re the reason that we’re gonna get caught, do you understand that?” john b said, placing a hand on jj’s shoulder.

“john b, you need to calm down,”

“no, you need someone to put you in your fucking place,” john b said, his eyes going dark. they stared at each other waiting for the other to talk. suddenly, jj closed the gap between them, kissing his boyfriend roughly. he kissed back just as rough, running his hands down the boys sides. jj tried to deepen the kiss by pulling john b’s neck down but he wasn’t about to let him take control. he shoved jj’s hands away.

“don’t fucking touch me,” he spoke quietly with anger, backing jj into the counter.

“shut up,” jj whispered touching his face again. john b grabbed his hand , and held his wrists down by his side, continuing to kiss him causing him to whine. he licked his bottom lip forcing a sweet moan out of jj. they broke away but only for john b to remove his shirt. john b roughly grabbed jj’s thighs, lifting him up on the counter and slamming him into the cabinets. the boy immediately opened his legs allowing John b to slide in between, and be closer. jj placed his hands on the counter, gripping until his knuckles turned white. john b held his thighs and scooted him closer creating the friction they desperately needed while sucking on his neck.

“john...” jj whined and moved his hand to the back of john b’s neck, tugging on his hair.

“god, you’re such a little bitch. all needy and desperate,” john b said grinding hard into jj’s cock. john moved his hand over jjs dick and starting palming him.

“mhmm who made you this hard?” john b tauntingly asked into the crook of jjs neck. jj whimpered and bit his lip.

“f-fuck you, john b,”

“aww don’t be like that baby,” john b sighed, and pulled his chin up. he kissed the corner of jj’s mouth and continued to grind into him, “i know how bad you want it,”

jj whined, threwing his head back, “please,” jj whispered shyly.

john b smirks and pulls jj off the counter and flips him around. jj immediately pushed his ass back into john b cock.

“see, i know you want it baby, fucking need it don’t you?”

“s-shut up” jj whines. john b pulls jj’s shorts down, and rubs his hole with his thumb, causing jj to moan. john b takes his other hand, shoving his fingers in jjs mouth, “get em nice and wet for me baby.”

jj circled his tongue around john’s fingers, sucking slow before he released them with a pop. john b bucked his hips up, jj thrusting forward. john b rubbed his tight hole with his wet fingers, hearing jj sigh and wiggle his ass up. john b slowly pumped one finger in nice and slow, then two, prepping him.

“john b,” jj dragged his name out. he pumped his fingers faster, making a come hither motion. jj bit his lip hard every time he pushed back on john b’s fingers.

“you like that?” john b asked delivering a slap to jj’s ass.

“fuckkk, john b... it feels so good,” jj said, feeling himself being stretched. john b made sure he was stretched enough before quickly undoing his belt, getting his cock out. john b spits in his palm, rubbing along his dick, then pushing in with no warning. jj’s breath hitches, gripping the counter tight, “mm f-fuck!”

john b grabs his neck pulling him up so jj’s back is pressed against his chest, creating a beautiful arch. Jj scrambles to get his balance on the counter, “fucking move” jj huffs out.

“ask nicely,” john b smirks, circling his hips, teasingly.

“fucking move, please,” jj spits out.

john b grips his neck tightly, pulling his cock almost all the way out before slamming back in, “that what you want ?”

“fuck! y-yes!” jj screamed, as best he could with john b choking him. john b started a fast steady pace, hitting jj’s prostate everytime. john b thrusts as hard, and as fast as he can, chasing his high. jj gasped when john b grabbed a fist full of his hair, forcing his head back down on the counter. He placed his hand on jj’s hips, gripping tight, sure to leave bruises later. jj’s hip bones snapped into counter with every thrust creating a delicious burning sensation.

“i’m gonna cum, john b!” jj screamed out. john b forced himself to go harder until hot streaks of cum to coat the inside of jj’s walls.

“i’m almost there,” jj said. he shut his eyes tight in pure bliss. just as he was about to cum, john b pulled himself out watching his cum leak out of jj’s ass.

jj out of breath, shakily stood up feeling anger boil inside of him, “what the fuck john b?!”

john b ran a hand through his sweaty locks. breathless, john b grabbed his half empty beer from the counter.

sunlight on your skin has the MOST john b/jj vibes.

request : can you do a jj x john b imagine where john b wakes sleepy jj up with a blowjob. if possible can you add a lot of praise and dialogue ;) fanks luv

*****

john b woke up to the morning sun shining in his room, he groaned, too bright and too early. he couldn’t fall back asleep no matter how hard he tried. john b sighed, accepting his fate and rolled over to see jj, still fast asleep. john b and jj have been a “thing” for about 3 months without the other pogues knowledge. It kind of just happened. john b felt kinda bad about keeping this from them. pogues don’t keep things from each other, but john b and jj both agreed they’ll tell them when the times right. it’ll be their secret for now.

it’s been hard hiding it from the group, but the other pogues don’t question it when jj stays the night. they know how it is at home for jj, so they don’t think much of it.

john b stares at the ceiling, debating whether or not to wake jj up. jj was the heaviest and grumpiest sleeper he’s ever known. this could either go every well or every bad. john b watches jj’s back before deciding to go for it. he gets close behind him, kissing along his shoulder, and rubbing along his back.

“jj...” john b whispers, kissing behind his ear, and brushing his hair out of his face. jj groans rolling over onto his back, not showing any signs of waking up.

“jay, baby,” he tries again, kissing along his jaw, “wake up”

jj just groans again still asleep. john b sighs, before getting an idea, that will definitely wake him up. he pulls the blanket off jj, admiring his body for a second before slipping down the bed. he gets in between jj’s spread legs, kissing and sucking along jj’s lower abdomen. jj let’s out a few shaky breathes when john b bites or sucks a little too hard, but still not waking up. there’s definitely a few marks jj will have to explain later.

john b then turned his attention to jj’s crotch, which has slightly started to fill. he palms jj’s cock to full hardness, and listens when his breath hitches and speeds up a little. john b smirks, leaving a few more kisses before pulling at jj’s grey sweatpants. carefully though, not to wake him up just yet.

once john b has successfully pulled jj’s sweats down enough, his cock springs free. john b grabs his cock by the base rubbing it along his lips before giving his tip a kiss. john b smiles when jj groans.

john b licks along the underside a few times before actually taking him in slowly. jj’s hips thrust up, trying to fuck john b’s warm wet mouth. john b gags slightly, before pushing jj’s hips into the bed to keep him from doing it again. this is when jj really starts to stir. john b can feel him trying to get more, to get deeper. jj whimpers, his head tossing side to side. it’s when john b actually takes him into the back of his throat that jj wakes up. finally.

jj’s eye flutter open. he picks his head up and he takes in the sight of john b trying to deepthroat him. jj groans throwing his head back. jj weaves his fingers in john b’s hair, gripping it tight. john b moans around his cock.

“fuckkk,” jj huffs out, “john b” jj now awake tries harder to fuck his mouth. john b still doesn’t let him, “please”

john b stops, and kisses jj’s abdomen a few more times watching his cock twitch. he crawls up jj’s body to capture his lips, kissing him deeply while still pumping his cock with his hand.

“always look so pretty like this, jj,” john b says, breaking the kiss.

jj whimpers, and buries his face in john b’s neck, “please more,”

john b pulls his face out of his neck and pushes the hair out of his eyes. kissing him once more and going back down. john b kisses along his cock teasing him, waiting for him to beg again.

“mmm please” jj moans, reaching his hands down to grip john b’s hair again. trying to get his mouth back on his cock, “come on, fucking tease,” jj bites his lip.

“shhh be patient, baby,” john b says, while rubbing his cock along his lips. jj whimpers again, tossing his head back. john b takes this time when jj’s least expecting it, to swallow him down again.

“s-shit” jj stutters lifting his head, makin eye contact with john b, “i-im so close, f-fuck,”

john b sucks harder, taking as much of jj in his mouth as he could. jj throws his head back pulling john b’s hair tight. he feels jj’s cock twitch in his mouth, and he cums. john b swallows as much as he can, but some still seeps out the corners of his mouth.

when john b pulls off his cock, jj reaches down with his thumb and pushes the cum on john b’s chin into his mouth, which john b happily takes.

description: john b is a camboy, and jj catches him in the act.

*****

john b set up his laptop, adjusting until he got the perfect angle. kneeling on his bed, his full body showing in the camera just up to his lips. he knew his fans like to see his mouth when he moans. he logged into his cam account, typing in his username, “camboyjohn”, he chuckles to himself because it was so straight forward. he was a camboy named john, doesn’t beat around the bush much at all. he typed in the password and he was in.

he shook away his nerves and pressed record, and he was live. john b watched as his regulars joined in first. tonight he was gonna let his fans choose what he is gonna do, it always got him the most tips. he started by saying hello to a few of his viewers, waiting for more to join before beginning.

“alright, got something special for you all tonight, i’ll do whatever you want,” john started, he watched many comments roll in, most suggestions were in his comfort zone, some making him laugh and blush, and some were honestly pretty fucked up. he scanned the comments, trying to see what was popping up the most.

“tease myself, huh? you guys want me to be desperate for it?” john b chuckles, biting his lip, playing with the bottom of his shirt shyly, “i think i can do that for you.”

john b finally took off his shirt, turning a slight pink when the tips rolled in. he took his hands and rubbed them down his chest until he reached his waistband, “can i?” he asks his audience, already knowing the answer. about 100 yes’ streamed into the comments, so he got right to it, he pull down on the band until his cock sprung free, rock hard. john b will admit having this many people watching and wanting him got him off quite a bit.

he grabbed his cock and began to stroke, he saw comments of fans telling him to speed up and some telling him to go slow. he decided on slow, he was supposed to be teasing himself after all. he stroked from base to tip so slow, it was torturous, causing sweet whimpers to slip through his lips. he wanted nothing more then to speed up, but he was going to stick to his plan. or at least he thought.

“hey johnny b! wanna go-“ jj said busting into john b’s bedroom suddenly, quickly cutting himself off after seeing the sight in front of him.

“JJ!” john b yelled, scrambling to get a blanket to cover himself up.

“i-i’m sorry! fuck!” a flustered jj stuttered, covering his eyes, “what the fuck are you doing!” he shouted.

“i-i-i nothing! it’s not-“ john b stuttered before he was cut off, he was so embarrassed, he could feel the heat rising to his cheeks.

“are you recording yourself?!” jj questioned very curious, why would john b be recording himself jerking off?

“i- no! no! i-i mean kinda?” john b didn’t know what to say, didn’t know what to do but he suddenly had the realization that his fans were still watching all of this, john b hate to say it but it make his cock twitch.

“kinda? what is this?” jj questioned, he took this time to walk over to the computer to get a closer look. that’s when jj saw all the comments, and the amount of tips that were coming in. john b could see jj trying to read what his fans were saying, and he know it wouldn’t be anything good. so john b hurried to snatch the computer from jj and end the stream. but right before he was about to end it, he saw the tip amount in the top right corner next to the end button.

it was more tips then john b has ever received, and he couldn’t understand why until his eye scanned the comments.

adam69: “would love to see u 2 fuck”

slut.for.daddy: “bet he could tear you up sweetheart”

jack_long_dong: “wanna see you bent over for him bby”

john b was so confused, if anything he thought this would make him lose fans. he was so caught up in reading the comments he almost forgot about the problem at hand. he looked up to see jj staring back at him with a look in his eyes he couldn’t quite place. he knew jj saw what was being said, was it anger? or disappointment? or... maybe lust ?

“i-im sorry jj,” john be went to close the computer to end all of this, hoping him and jj can just forget about this. maybe they’ll have a laugh about it later down the road but right now this just needs to end.

that was when jj grabbed the laptop from john b, and really analyzed the screen in front of him, “so johnny boy likes to put on little shows, huh?” jj smirked, almost as if he was talking more to the audience then to john b himself.

john b blushed hard, “i-i jj no...” he whispered out.

“oh i think you do, john, it’s okay you don’t gotta lie to me,” jj said, still exaggerating his words. john b knew what jj was trying to do.

“okay! yeah sometimes... maybe,” john b admitted. he couldn’t even look jj in the eye at this point. he could feel jj’s stare burning into the side of his face.

jj smirked, and went back to reading the screen. john b blushed knowing what his fans were probably saying, “well looks like they want a show john b,” jj set the laptop back up so that they were both in frame again, “gotta give the fans what they want right ?”

that’s when john b snapped his head back to meet jj’s gaze, knowing for sure now that it was lust in jj’s eyes, “i-i-i jj...” john b said unsure.

“aw come on, baby, don’t be shy now,” jj grinned, putting on his own show for the audience. jj crawled on top of john b, removing the blanket covering him in the process, and leans down to his ear, “i know you want too,” jj whispers huskily.

john b shivers, and looks to the camera recording them. he takes in the sight of jj on top of him. he scans up jj’s body reaching his face and then his own. he sees how wrecked he looks, face hot with need, he bites his lip. john b looks up at jj, and jj immediately catches his lips with his own. john b was caught a bit off guard causing him to let out a surprised moan. they make out for a bit before jj starts grinding into him, and he breaks off the kiss to whimper and catch his unsteady breath.

“you like acting like a slut for them, huh?” jj nods towards the laptop with about 500 fans watching.

john b whines, “n-no i’m not a slut jay...” he pants out. jj’s still keeping up a steady grind, which is not nearly enough pressure to get off

jj let’s out a dark chuckle, raising his brows, “coulda fool me, babe” jj turned to the laptop again before asking, “what do you think, huh?” jj grabbed john b’s jaw turn his face towards the camera, “he’s a slut, yeah ?”

john b’s cheeks stain red as he was forced to watch all the comments flood in, he whines, he was humiliated, but it gave he a sick rush that went straight to his groin. he’s never seen jj like this, and it was doing things to him he never imagined.

“see that john b, see what they’re saying about you, gets you off doesn’t it? knowing all these people are watching you,” jj said just before reaching down to grab john b’s cock, giving him a few quick strokes. john b is so hard it hurts, and jj’s words and hand are all he needs to come.

john b whines and pants loudly as he releases, chest heaving up and down rapidly as he tries to catch his breath. jj gives john b a quick kiss after he’s come down from the intense high. he shoots john b a smug smirk before leaning over to the screen and looking directly into the camera.