#bsf!jj

do best friends do this?

bsf!jj x fem!reader | word count: 2.1k

JJ reluctantly agrees to you giving him a haircut, but will things stay platonic when he moves too close, touch lingering?

“Man, I really need a haircut, this shit keeps getting in my eyes.”  

JJ's voice cuts through the thick summer air, breaking the trance-like state you had been in, slightly high from the weed you had smoked an hour ago, worn from the day of swimming, skin still warm from the sun. You sit up slowly, untangling your bare legs from JJ's, skin sticking slightly.  

JJ runs his fingers through his blonde locks, eyes widening as he sees the wheels turning in your mind, realizing the mistake he's just made. Your eyes light up, a mischievous smile appearing on your face.  

"HAH no way.” 

"What? I haven't even said anything yet.” You shrug innocently as he gets up from the hammock, walking towards the front door of the chateau. 

kinda minor but mentions of kiaras kook year and reader is an implied kook

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just friends

warnings: alcohol consumption, flirting, mention of JJ’s childhood, perv!jj, jealous!jj, maybe a little sexual.

a/n: this was soooo fun to write! if anyone would like a part 2 and/or has any ideas to add to it lmk, i luv bsf!jj <333

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keggers.

The world around you was starting to spin, that lost vodka shot had done it’s job and you knew that you were in need of a break. Everyone that was further than three feet away from you were blurry little dots, your eyes narrowed as you tried to find your friends in the swarm of people. You spotted John B first, letting out a sigh of relief as you stumbled over to the log he was sat on. You now could see Sarah, sat beside him with her head on his shoulders and her eyes closed; she’d always been the biggest lightweight. You didn’t want to interrupt, but God was on your side when a familiar blonde plopped down onto the other log.

“Jayj,” you beamed. It had been awhile since you’d last seen him, an hour or two at least, that just always seemed to happen at these things.

“Hey, babydoll,” he greeted, looking up at you as he pulled a cigarette from his pocket. “You havin’ a good time?”

“The best.” There was plenty of space beside him, or even on the log that John B and Sarah were sat on, but you decided that the most appealing seat was his lap.

oof, where's the lip-biting emoji when I need it

the nap started like it always did—your head resting against jj’s chest, his arms loosely draped around you as the two of you sunk into the couch. it wasn’t unusual, this was your thing. naps with your best friend, nothing weird about it.

except this time, jj wasn’t asleep as peacefully as you.

his dream started innocently enough, flashes of your laughter, the way your lips looked when you smiled, the warmth of your body pressed against his. but it quickly spiraled into something else, something that had him shifting in his sleep. in his dream, you were on top of him, your hands roaming his chest, your lips brushing against his neck, your hips rolling against his. it felt so real, too real.

he woke with a start, a low groan escaping his throat as he registered the situation. his arms were still around you, your body still nestled against his, and, fuck. his hips were pressed firmly against your ass, and he was rock hard.

"shit," he whispered under his breath, trying to subtly adjust himself, but the smallest movement made it worse. your soft body against him, the way you were so perfectly curled into him, it wasn’t helping.

then you stirred.

a quiet moan escaped your lips, muffled but unmistakable, as you shifted slightly in your sleep, pressing back against him. jj froze, his breath hitching as his face turned bright red. "fuck," he muttered, his voice barely audible.

he glanced down at you, praying you didn’t wake up, but the sight of your parted lips and the peaceful expression on your face only made things worse. his hands twitched where they rested on your waist, fighting the urge to grip your hips and pull you closer.

"jesus christ," he groaned quietly, squeezing his eyes shut as he willed his body to calm down. but then you shifted again, letting out another soft moan as your body pressed more firmly against his, and he swore his heart stopped.

he bit down on his bottom lip, hard, trying to focus on anything else—literally anything—but the way you felt against him. he couldn’t move without risking waking you up, but staying like this wasn’t doing him any favors either.

when you let out a soft sigh and settled back into stillness, jj exhaled shakily, his face buried in the crook of your neck. "you’re gonna fucking kill me," he whispered to himself, his voice strained.

he stayed like that, stiff as a board, until he was sure you were completely asleep again. only then did he carefully pull himself away, muttering curses under his breath as he all but sprinted to the bathroom to deal with the situation.

okokok !! also i’m trying to get to all my asks, but ur girl needs sleep. i’ll probs get them out tomorrow though !! also i hope u like this anon !!

bsf!jj x innocent!reader

bsf!jj followed you on all of your social media accounts. well, he thought he did. ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ ౨ৎ⋆ ˚｡⋆

your instagram was adorable and demure. photo dumps and stories of your daily iced coffee in your little manicured hand. you had pinterest boards too — jj had seen you scrolling through endless pictures of clothes on his bed and asked questions. you helped him make his own account so he could find new ideas on how to customise his board. he hasn’t opened the app since, but it seemed like it made you happy so he couldn’t find it in himself to delete it off his lockscreen.

he followed you on twitter too. he knew he did because he saw your tweets all up and down his timeline when he would be scrolling late at night trying to find porn. tweets about the cashier that was rude to you, or about that one song you just can’t get out your head.

he thought he’d covered all bases with you. he liked to be in tune with everything you were doing — and maybe that was wrong for a best friend to want, but the two of you were close! it only felt right. it may also have something to do with the fact he’s head over heels for you.

you were laying on your front on his bed. contrasting so sweetly against the boyishness of his room with your cute little hello kitty shirt and denim skirt — epitome of girly girl in such an unfitting space. it made him smile, and he nearly forgot to tune into what you were saying.

you were ranting about your mother again, the woman making it her mission to constantly bring you down.

“seriously jayj, if you saw the way she spoke to me...” you mutter with a frowny little pout as your fingers tap away at the screen, assumably responding to a text.

“i have seen the way she speaks to you. the lady is a nut job, no offence.” jj leans back slightly, tossing a balled up pair of socks from his laundry in the air and catching it.

“her texts are even worse.” you huff.

“s’alright. i’ll be your mommy.” he quips as you’re distracted by pulling up the correct screen.

“jj.” you tsk before turning your phone around. “look!” you whine, and he knows he’s meant to be looking at the texts displayed infront of him. but with undiagnosed adhd, jj couldn’t help but find his focus on the notification sliding down at the top of the screen. the twitter icon, notifying someone reposted your tweet — however, it was accompanied with another username he’d never seen before. an account ran by you assumably, that he no idea about.

“huh… yeah, no yeah. she’s batshit.” jj shakes himself off as he takes mental note of the username, leaning back and hoping you don’t ask any questions knowing he didn’t read the texts at all. you seem none the wiser, continuing to complain and go about your business. that evening, it’s time for you to head home. jj squeezes you at the doorway, cups your cheek and tells you that if your mom is giving you grief, you can come right on back. it seemed to comfort the pout off your face, and you skip off.

now it’s time to sate his curiosity.

when jj gets into bed that night, he types the username into twitter. it takes a few tries to get the specific spelling right, as it had been a few hours and slipped his mind — but finally, the account filled his screen.

your age is attached to the account, yet no name. there was definitely a sense of anonymity— to the point where you hadn’t even told him about it. he considered doing the right thing and clicking off — but jj didn’t always do the right thing, and this was one of those times. the first thing he notices is how clearly you the account is. the header, the profile picture — even the font in your bio was so… you. all curlicues and girly and pink — it was undeniably his best friend.

and then he scrolls.

‘want my best friend 2 hold me down n use me so bad :(’ a tweet from 3 days ago. the blonde sits up in bed, blinking at the screen. that was him, right? eagerly, he continues his scrolling — finding endless tweets about your sexual desires, fantasies, anecdotes about jj himself. it didn’t take much longer of scrolling until he comes across a video — his face heating and crotch stiffening at the familiarity of it all. it was your bedroom, and your face was cropped out. that one pair of pink panties he occasionally caught peeks of beneath your skirt hang off the ankle of your knee high clad legs, pretty pussy on display, glistening as you roll your hips, desperately fucking a pillow.

“god… damn.” he breathes, hand coming up to rub his chest as if to attempt to still his quick-beating heart. he stuffs a tongue in his cheek, part of him wanted to be mad that you were letting strangers on the internet see you like this before he got to. it was a childish type of jealousy that made his hands sweat and the back of his neck all prickly.

a bird squawks outside his window, causing the maybank boy to jump out of his skin like he was about to be caught watching his best friend get herself off. he juggles the phone, quickly checking the screen to make sure he hadn’t accidentally liked any posts. he hadn’t, and he exhales— but with the commotion, he’d accidentally refreshed the page. the loading wheel disappears with a pop, and a new tweet displays itself from three minutes prior.

‘my bsf looks after me so good :( he shld make me feel btter by letting me cum on his fingers <3’

it would be stupid to make a move. he would be potentially destroying a friendship, and on top of that — you could be mad at him for snooping. it was kind of a betrayal of trust after all, similar to if he’d read your diary. but his dick was hard and had taken over the steering wheel that operates his brain — and like he always said, stupid things had great outcomes all the time.

so with a clammy hand, he calls you.

“whats up jayj? did i leave something at your place again?” you croak, sounding all sleepy and cute. god, he couldn’t believe he’d waited so long.

“uh… so, like — imma cut to the chase, with everything goin’ on at your place, i don’t love the idea of you stayin’ there tonight. i’m comin’ to get you. you’re stayin’ here.” he makes up a quick excuse and feels kind of bad about it. his own desire toward you being masked as genuine concern for a friend. he expects some questioning, maybe even some resistance— but you perk up instantly.

“okay!”

and that’s exactly how you end up cradled in his lap with the rings at his knuckles tickling your opening from how deep in your greedy, drooling pussy they were.

“hmm— mm—huh—” you’re whining, all incoherent and fucked out with your cheek smushed against him, only two orgasms in. jj is grinning ear to ear, like some kind of sicko — never in his life thinking you’d want him like this. he almost wished he’d kept up the act for longer, preyed on your twitter account for longer to see what else you’d say, but he couldn’t help himself. he’d wanted you since you met in high school, and he was hungry.

“what’d i tell ya about not asking for things? could’ve just told me dude, i literally wanted this more than you.” he thinks out loud and you groan, pulling yourself up face to face with the handsome blonde.

“don’t call me dude when your fingers are n’side me!” you slur, lip all puffy and pouted. he smirks, unable to stop himself from finding amusement in your neediness and tilts his head a little so he was breathing right into your mouth.

“i’m sorry that’s my bad. baby.” he corrects himself, before pressing his lips to yours. that was much better.

him turning up at your door, his glazed over eyes avoiding yours, face bloody and beaten as he sniffs. your eyebrows knit together in a sorrowful expression but he brushes it off, not wanting the fuss. without another word you’re welcoming him inside and quietly leading him up the stairs into your bathroom, careful to make sure your parents don’t wake up.

once he’s situated, calloused and bruised hands resting on your thighs, sitting prettily on the bathroom counter infront of him. you begin dabbing a cotton pad of rubbing alcohol onto the worse cuts, his thumb rubbing comforting circles onto your leg.

“‘y gonna tell me what happened?” you ask quietly, breaking the comfortable silence whilst clicking the bottle shut and disposing of the cotton pad in the little trash can, reaching for the disinfectant cream.

you’re patient as ever, waiting until he’s ready to give a truthful answer. he sucks in a breath, blowing it out of his lips, clearly stalling. you squirt the cream onto your middle finger, carefully dabbing it over the graze on his nose bridge.

“‘s just my dad, y’know. nothing that hasn’t happened before.” he sees the sadness glaze over your eyes and his hands finds your waist, encircling it softly as he reassures you. “you don’t gotta worry about me sweet cheeks, just lucky i got a hot ass nurse to patch me up, right?” he grins at you as tears cloud your vision.

“just wish there was something i could do to make it all go away, jayj..” you sniffle, downcast eyes meeting his own, smirk painted on his rubied lips as an idea struck him suddenly.

when jj said he could think of something that’d make him feel better you were more than happy to oblige, wanting nothing more than to see him smiling and joking like usual, without that sad glint in his eye that he tried ever so hard to hide from you.

that’s how you’d ended up on top of him in bed, fingernails biting into his strong chest as you use them as leverage to bounce. little pyjama shorts discarded on the floor, on top of the strewn pile of jj’s clothes.

“mm- yea just like that baby, you got it-“ he chokes out through a whimper, squeezing your hips tighter as he guides you, biceps practically bulging as he does so. you throw your head back, little mewls of pleasure leaving your parted lips, his praise spurring you on further.

despite his calm demeanour, he was practically frozen in shock on the inside watching the star of every one of his wet dreams since he’d known you, pretty tits bounce in his face as you took his dick all the way to the hilt, his needy tip kissing your cervix with every bounce of your hips. he was finding it impossible to believe he wasn’t imagining it.

“jay! ‘m gonna cum!” you squeal out, and he feels your pussy clamp down on him, letting out a low groan at the feeling as he brings you closer and closer to your breaking point. “c’mon pretty girl, ‘m right here with you. let it all out, i got you.” he praises mindlessly, eyes squeezed shut as he pleads with himself to hold out a little longer.

the slapping of skin becomes more miscalculated and faster as both of your orgasms hit you like a train, a choir of moans, groans and whimpers echoing around the room as jj releases his warm seed inside of you.

you sigh tiredly, pressing your sweat-slicked body against jj’s as you both pant for air. “shit..” he whispers quietly, running an absentminded hand through his hair.

“thankyou jj.” you manage after a few seconds of comfortable silence, cheek pressed against his pec. he chuckles tiredly, craning his neck a little to meet your eyes, “yeah? for what, baby?” he asks, a hint of a smile on his lips.

“‘f making me feel good.” you smile, eyes full of adoration for the boy you’d loved all your life, but you could never quite say it. you’d settle for this.

♡ Unfairly Hot ♡

Pairing: bsf!JJ Maybank x Reader

Warnings: Slight alcohol consumption

Summary: JJ overhears a conversation with Sarah and his best friend that he wasn't supposed to 🤭

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It was Saturday night. You and Sarah Cameron were tucked away on the old wicker couch in the screened in porch of the Chateau bathed in the warm hues of the golden hour. You were giggling together as usual and recapping the day.

Your laughs floated through the window to the living room where JJ had just laid down on the couch to eat a sandwhich. The corner of his lip curved up slightly at the sound.

"You need to stop playing like you're not in actual love with JJ, y/n," she giggled and shoved your shoulder lightly causing you to roll your eyes and stare at the ceiling. "Kie and me saw you pretty much drooling over him at the beach today."

His eyes widened and his chewing slowed.

"Was not," you mumbled unconvinsingly, sipping your glass of boxed wine. A blush crawled across your slightly sunburnt cheeks as you imagined him again, doing what he did best on his surf board.

"You always are and I don't know how he doesn't notice— and I'm sure he doesn't, because if he did he'd do something about it. He's so in love with you too."

His eyes narrowed as he waited for your response, heartbeat picking up pace in his chest.

"No he's not, he's been flirty with me for years. It's just how he is. I think he thinks he's getting on my nerves and that's why he does it but, oh my god— I kinda love it so much," you finally admitted, pressing the cold glass to your forehead as you felt your face getting hot and not just because of the sunburn.

JJ choked on his drink and pressed his knuckles to his lips to keep the two of you from hearing his coughs through the window. His mouth dropped open slightly in disbelief at the confession once he was done fighting for his life. He'd flirt with you every second of your life if that's what you wanted.

You peaked over at the blonde next to you to see her smiling at you triumphantly. "It kills me though. I know he'd never actually make a move and god I want him to sometimes. All the time, actually. And it's getting worse. He's never made me nervous like this."

Sarah squealed with excitement and clanked her glass against yours in an unsolicited cheers. "Thank you for your honesty, y/n. And no I'm serious, he does exactly what you do when he knows you're not looking, swear."

You rolled your eyes at her in disbelief. The two of you had been friends since you were kids. You figured you were a no fly zone for him. You leaned closer to her, voice dropping. “I swear, Sarah, it’s actually been driving me crazy. I have always had a crush on him but it's gotten so intense. Like— he gets more and more attractive every damn day—” You buried your face in your hands, groaning. “I can hardly look at him anymore, he's unfairly hot. And it’s not just that. I want him. All the time. Want him— like on top of me."

The two of you began to giggle uncontrollably. JJ, on the other hand was frozen in place. All he could do was gulp and fight the tightness of his pants and the urge to fly through the window screen.

"The way he was looking at your ass today when you and Kie were running to the water, I'm certain he'd happily get on top of you. Just go ask."

“Sarah! No.” you hissed, shoving her shoulder.

"Or...or when you were bent over with him looking for shark teeth. He was barely looking for teeth, I'll tell you that much."

"That doesn't mean anything. I know he looks at my boobs and stuff. He's admitted it to my face. He'd probably look at any boobs," you shook your head, cheeks burning and took a gulp of wine. “He has no idea. And it's gonna stay that way.”

Except… he did.

Later, when the moon was higher you were in the hammock swaying lazily in the yard scrolling endlessly on your phone. The night was warm, fireflies flickering over the marsh, the fairy lights in the trees twinkling soft yellow. You let the hammock rock beneath you, trying to clear your head.

The ropes dipped suddenly under another weight as JJ dropped onto the hammock beside you, nearly making you yelp.

“Jesus, Jayj,” you exhaled, trying to steady the sway. “You can’t just—”

“Course I can.” His voice was low and lazy, a grin tugging at his lips as he settled close enough that his shoulder was brushing yours. “This is my hammock.”

You tried to roll your eyes, but your chest was so tight. The fairy lights lit him up in a way that made it worse—his golden hair a little messy from the day, eyes bright, his skin still sun-warmed. You couldn’t even look at him for too long without your pulse spiking.

He didn’t say much at first, just let the hammock sway, watching you like he was enjoying your squirming. You began to fiddle with the tiny loose braid in your hair that you'd started earlier when you were alone as you stared up at the trees, thinking about him of course. He really was all you could think about lately. It had become a real problem.

Then his hand reached out, almost casually, tugging at your work. He twisted the braid between his fingers, smirking faintly. “You always do this when you’re nervous?"

You blinked. “D-do what?”

“Play with your hair.” His grin grew. “Except now I’m the one doing it.”

Your stomach flipped and you felt as though you were going to melt through the holes in the hammock. You'd usually have a snappy comeback but suddenly you could barely form words, heat crawling up your cheeks. He leaned in close enough that his shoulder pressed into yours. The smell of saltwater, sun and smoke clung to him. It was dizzying.

You opened your mouth to tell him to stop messing with you, but he beat you to it—his voice dropping lower, softer.

“So, uh… about what I heard earlier.”

Your breath caught, and the hammock nearly tilted with how fast you turned to look at him. “What did you hear?”

He smiled, almost gently this time. “Porch window was open. You and Sarah weren’t exactly whispering.”

Your face went hot. “Oh my god—JJ—I—”

“Relax,” he murmured, eyes locked on you. “Don’t go all shy on me now. You’re so cute when you blush, you know that?”

You were stammering, words tripping over themselves. “I-I wasn’t—I didn’t mean—you weren’t supposed to—”

“Hey,” he cut in, thumb brushing over the braid still looped in his fingers. “Don’t be embarrassed. Or do be," he shrugged, "I've never seen you like this. I could get used to it."

You chewed on your bottom lip in defeat.

"But really, don't be embarassed, I liked hearing it. Kinda made my night. Or year—or, life if we're being honest.”

Your chest tightened, heartbeat pounding so loud you swore he could hear it. He tilted his head, watching your lips as you tried to form a response, but nothing came out but a shaky breath. He couldn't believe he could make you feel like this.

“See, Princess?” he teased softly, a smile plastered on his face. “Can’t even talk. That’s how bad you’ve got it.” His grin softened as he stared down at your lips. “Good thing I’ve got it just as bad. Always have."

The words hit you like a wave. Before you could think, his mouth was on yours—warm and slow at first, the hammock rocking dangerously under the shift. Your hand curled into his shirt, breath hitching as he deepened the kiss, thumb still tangled in your hair. You let out a soft moan as he used his other hand the grab your waist and pull you closer.