#jenyaps

“I can’t tell my girlfriend what looks better on ‘er?” he replied, scoffing. he knew his logic was flawed, but he didn’t care. rafe was never one to admit he was wrong. never. ever.

you almost let out a chuckle at his ‘my girlfriend’. oh, he remembered? shocking. you didn’t even knew why he was here. it’s not like he wanted to spend time with you. he wasn’t the type to say ‘let’s hang out together, I love you’, he said ‘you’re mine’. that’s all he cared about. he didn’t cared that he had a girl, he cared that people knew he had a girl.

the only plus was that, you were just using him as well.

it made you feel some sort of power, dating the kook prince as a pogue. of course the way he treated you —financially— was a big plus. besides that, you couldn’t care less about rafe’s feelings.

that was probably the biggest upside of your relationship. neither of you cared about feelings, which didn’t matter, at the end of the day. all you wanted was something to show off to other people.

you both had the biggest egos, the biggest tempers…but your relationship was stable. toxic. but stable.

of course it helped that rafe was good looking too. you weren’t about to date someone strategically…and have him be ugly too. rafe sure wasn’t. every kook girl got on all fours at the sight of him.

sure, you hated him but it was a game of territory after all. and you’d rather drive through figure 8 naked than let someone else have him. and for once, you agreed on something. he’d rather burn down every house in kildare than let someone else have you.

and this made the perfect toxic cycle of a relationship. you both hated each other, but were too possessive over the other person to break up or get caught cheating.

who needed love when you could have this, I guess?

who needed love when rafe had the hottest girl in the outer banks to himself? and who needed love when you had a big ego who took care of your needs?

“it’s gonna look better.” rafe stated, watching as you shot him the nastiest look, shrugging to defend his point.

“what’re you, a fashion designer now?” you huffed, shopping was your hobby and he was ruining it.

“can you stop being such a fuckin’ hardhead for two seconds and try on the top?” he sighed, he could barely handle your attitude anymore, sometimes he genuinely felt like strangling you. (my sincere apologies to kiara carrera and sarah cameron for writing this.)

you sighed, giving up, grabbing the lilac top from the rack, watching as rafe followed you, giving your ass a not so gentle slap, muttering a ‘move’ as you went into the changing room. he rested against the wall, fingers fidgeting with the side of the curtain, itching to pull it open. the same faint smirk grew on his face as you walked out — that’s pretty much all you were getting from him.

“I was right.”

First of all, you can’t convince me that this man isn’t clingy with his best friend. And honestly not just with you and Kie but with Jb and Pope too. So picture this, divorced parents, your dad lives in another country with his new wife and your mom lives with your sister whilst you stay in the château. Your best friend John B offered you a room after his father made it clear that he wasn’t going to be back soon if never. So now you’re practically living in the château, stopping by your own house to check on your mom and your sister every couple of days. That also means you’re practically living in the same house with the one and only Jj Maybank.

At that point you were familiar with the lines such as; “How can you wake up that early? What’s the deal with that?” or “Dude, open the door! I don’t care that you’re changing, I left my lighter in there!” He would wake up in the spare room with his messy hair and in his John B’s shorts. No shirt, obviously. He has to show off those muscles. “Yeah, you know, this is what happens when you’re god’s favorite.” He act’s like this is totally from his genes and just basically from carrying stuff to help his dad and shit but his dirty little secret is that he works out for it. Not a lot but enough to keep him in shape.

He’d walk around the château looking for some kind of food, any kind. He’d see Jb standing in the hallway, fresh out of shower, hair wet, of course he wouldn’t miss the chance to make some kinda flirty comment. “Hey, Jb. Morning shower? Too bad, wish you had invited me.” John would scoff, rolling his eyes, “Stop saying shit like that, Jj.” But Jj being the Jj he is, of course he wouldn’t stop. “Cmon gimme a hug, babe.” “Get away from me.”

“Don’t be shy.” He’d playfully caress his shoulder, with a smile on his face. “I’m literally throwing up in my mouth.” John took a step back, replicating gagging noises. “Cmon, John B. Don’t hide the infamous John D from me.” The brunette boy would pick up a pillow from the couch, shoving it right in the middle of his face before speaking, “Dude, you creep me the fuck out.” In that moment you’d walk in door from the porch, you’d woke up early to enjoy to morning breeze because you knew you’d be burning and melting and suffering thanks to Jb who kept putting off getting his AC fixed. “There she is! Hey, peach.” he’d say smiling, walking over to you before grabbing your face and giving your cheek multiple wet sloppy kisses.

“Gross.” you’d mumble. You’re tripping if you think this boy wouldn’t call you some kinda cheesy lame nickname like ‘peach’ or ‘sugar’ or ‘cupcake’ that’s suddenly music to your ears when he says it with that crooked southern accent of his. “Okay, rude. You lookin’ mad cute today. Don’t wanna kiss?” you pushed his face away, not able to stop the smile growing on your face.

Since when did you pushed him? You made the blonde mad. He’d wrap his arms around your neck, placing his head on top of yours. He’d pull you towards him until your back was completely leaning against his chest. He was heavy, you had to give him that. He was hot too. Not that way. I mean, yes, that way, he was hot, everyone knew that, including him. But he was the type of guys whose body heat was always high. The heat from how he wraps his arms around you, hot. He’s hot. In every way, shape or form. “Jay, get off! You’re hot!” He’d raise an eyebrow, pretending to be impressed by your sudden compliment that he knew was not a compliment, “Oh, I’m aware. But too bad I’m not gonna get off of ya.”

Definitely the kind of guy that would get offended if you told someone he wasn’t your boyfriend, “No partners over! This is my house and y’all are using it as a motel six!” John yelled to Kiara who had just been walked in by the owner of that very house. “That’s not fair! These two stay here all the time!” Kiara bit back, pointing at you and JJ. You crossed your arms over your chest, furrowing your brows, “What does that even mean?” Kiara sighed, “It means that boyfriend and girlfriends do stay here together and that I’m allowed to too!” you gave her a disgusted look, okay, to be completely honest, it was kinda cute she said that but you couldn’t act like you find it cute. Obviously. “We are not!” you whined. Jj shot you a look, “I mean, you don’t have to say it like that…” he frowned. The man actually frowned.

“Huh?” you were genuinely confused, was he upset? “You didn’t had to sound so aggressive about it…”

Sometimes he’d come up to you in the middle of the night, tv noises coming from the living room, meaning Jb wasn’t asleep either. “Peach?” you saw his figure on your doorstep, “Yeah, Jay?” you sat up on your bed. “I can’t sleep.” he walked over to you, sitting on your bed. “Why?”

He pouted, “Hot.” Oh how the tables have turned, “Thank you.” you spoke as he’d grin, scooting over more to your side. “I always appreciate a self aware girl.” “Okay, back off playboy.”

You scooted back, closer to the head of your bed now. “I’m just being honest.” he kept moving to get closer to you as much as he can. “Well, keep your honest ass over there.” you gently pushed his knee, trying with everything you have in you to keep your distance.

Sometimes you’d wonder if you were really only best friends. You knew how you felt about him but this is how he was with everybody, so he was ridiculously confusing. All the long weed sessions in the Twinkie, the way he’d beg to be the one rubbing your sunscreen, how he’d get visibly happy every time you’d pick him to sit next to on the couch. He is cheesy. And he isn’t embarrassed of it. If anything he knows he’s cheesy and I feel like he’s proud of it.

He’d yawn and gently stretch his arms, one of them slowly going over your shoulders and he’d end up caressing your arm. You know what he’s doing, he knows you know what he’s doing. Is he ever going to stop? No one knows. The way he’d rest his hands (definitely and totally not gripping them like you’re gonna jump off the bike and run away) on your thighs on red lights whenever you’re on his bike for him to drop you off for you to see your mom.

of course, he ended up calling you. and you couldn’t help but give in, driving all the way to the cut to ‘spend time’ with your pretty pogue, only to meet with the tent in his shorts when he opened the door.

that’s how you ended up on his old, creaking bed he never used cause he always stayed at john b’s, on the blonde’s lap. where you belonged.

jj felt so close to you in many moments but this was a special one. ‘I love you’ wasn’t something he’d say to you. he was scared to say it…scared to be vulnerable. but he did express it in a way he knew how. by touching you, by holding you close. watching you. watching the perfect you on his lap, in his pathetic excuse of a house, acting messy and stupid…like him. and you looked absolutely gorgeous doing so. It was a sight for sore eyes.

he wrapped an arm around your waist, keeping you in place as he placed a kiss to your neck, making note of just how you reacted to it. he had a habit of testing you like this, seeing how you would react to his affection. how needy you were. and he definitely was curious about what other ways he could make you react.

you tilted your head to the side to give him more access. in case it wasn’t obvious enough, you weren’t opposed to anything he wanted physically. especially not since you had done whatever he had in mind probably a thousand times before

his lips made their way to your jawline, slowly teasing a trail up to your ear, softly biting it as a hand moved to one of your legs, slowly, slowly inching up to your waist before disappearing under your shirt.

he was being needy, he didn’t realize it, but he was. but he didn’t care. he was high, and he just wanted you as close as possible. he moved your hair out of the way, giving himself better access as he sucked on a sensitive spot on your neck. which, at this point, considering he knew your body better than you did, made you let out a breath, your eyes fluttering close. If there was a benefit to your…well, benefits, it was that jj wasn’t just talk.

he found himself smiling against your skin, finding some sort of victory in the tiny noises he had been able to coax out of you so far. his lips returned to your neck, sucking and biting, making sure to leave a bruise, being the jj he always was. usually, you’d be all up in his business, whining, yapping about how it was gonna leave a bruise and that he needed to stop or whatever…but right now —mostly because you didn’t even remembered what to complain about— him in general and the things he made you feel…how could you tell him to stop? so, you didn’t. you played into it, hands reaching to grab his jaw gently and tipping his head up so your pink swollen lips could meet his.

he gladly accepted the kiss, moving his hands to your waist, holding you in a tight grip, pulling you closer and leaving little space between you. the more you rolled your hips over him, desperate for a friction, he sneaked his hands up from your waist, groping you from over your bra. which, as always, was a feeling he never got sick of.

with the little space you had left between you, you tugged at the hem of his shirt, suddenly —in your horny mind— feeling like it was unfair he get to keep it on. and you wanted him shirtless but you didn’t even knew what you were thinking.

it took him a second but he soon caught on to what you were indicating, pulling his shirt over his head and discarding it somewhere on the floor, his chest now exposed. he sat there for a moment before he pulled you closer, moving you back onto his lap, he needed you to be right against him right now, to feel as much of you as possible. “you’re tryna get me all worked up, aren’t ya?” he teased, his lips moving to your neck again.

“it’s working.” you breathed out, a faint smile tugging at your lips. jj was someone you were attracted to like you had never seen anyone hot before and you had zero problem showing that. and behind closed doors, the whole ‘this is purely just to let off steam’ bit flew out the window.

the feeling of your hands on his bare, now flushed skin only further confirmed how much he loved when you got like this. though you noticed the silence. “no answer for that?”

he huffed out a laugh, he said he liked control but to be honest, he loved it when you were cocky. but you were still in charge as he gave no verbal answer. “got you speechless? alert the media.”

he laughed at the comment, his usual cocky grin returning to his face. acting like he had been too focused on the sight of you to even give a smart assed comment, when in reality, he enjoyed hearing you way too much. he shook his head at your words, gripping your thighs tighter. “you just know how to push my buttons…”

he started to run his hands up and down your thighs, slowly, slowly as you thought, he couldn’t have pinned you a better shot…

“oh yeah? which button?”

your hand slowly went down to the button of your shorts. “this one?” you tugged at the fabric so the button would slide out, unzipping the rest. “this button?”

he looked intently. he wanted more, he always wanted more. and when your shorts unbuttoned, he took a sharp breath through his teeth, he was getting increasingly impatient. classic him.

“not that one...” he said, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek, his hands continuing to run over your thighs.

“no?”

you spoke, feigning innocent curiosity as you shimmied out of your shorts, hands going back on him without wasting anymore time, slowly ending up on the button of his cargo shorts. “maybe this one?”

he couldn’t take his eyes off you, the way you slipped out of your shorts, leaving you in just your underwear. the way you made him feel like a total loser when he had literally fucked the entire female population of OBX was enough to leave him stunned. he couldn’t hold back another sharp breath as he felt your fingers on the button. “maybe.” he said with his voice low, his hands gripping you tighter.

a smile tugged at your lips as you freed his button, moving away to unzip the rest just like your own, getting up from his lap and settling on the floor so he could take it off.

turns out it wasn’t a maybe, it definitely was that button.

he admired everything about you. your tastes to your attitude, your habits and your daily schedule. yes, it might sound like he was obsessed with you but it was just a small crush.

small crush, my ass.

okay, maybe he was obsessed with you but everyone would’ve been. he was practically living in the same house with you and he had to see you 24/7, had to calm his urges that just begged him to bend you over somewhere, anywhere and finally do all the stuff he wanted to do to you. while you were completely oblivious to the fact that he was even feeling that way.

“john b, I’m going to the store!” you yelled from inside, your voice triggering his only now growing gentleman senses as he jumped up from the couch, walking next you. “I’m comin’ with ya.” you looked at him, choosing to be the annoyed best friend today. “no, you’re not.” he frowned, “yes, I am.” why were you not wanting him there? were you gonna go see someone? did he embarrassed you in public? let the boy come with you, dammit! you rolled your eyes, not trying your chances anymore, “fine. but you’re drivin’.”

you threw the keys at him as he didn’t missed, catching them. you both walked out the house, him walking behind you to watch you walk. one of his favorite hobbies lately. he quickened his pace, catching up to you to open the van door for you. you climbed in, appreciating his kindness. he got in the drivers seat, driving to the store. you jumped out the seat, looking back at him. “I’ll be right back.” he nodded, listening to you as he stayed in the van. youwent in, grabbing some sodas and chips. it was a movie day with the pogues, your favorite. you wandered around the store before paying —the money barely being enough, pogue problems— and walking out. the smile on his face when you walked out was unhinged. he honked, rolling down his window. “get in, mamacita.” you let out a laugh, opening the door to get back in your seat. “gross…” what can he say? I guess he has to learn spanish pickup lines after all…

‘Say you can't sleep, baby, I know, that's that me espresso’

Poor boy couldn’t sleep. The thought of you were caffeine to his sleep deprived mind.

‘Move it up, down, left, right, oh, switch it up like Nintendo’

You were hot and cold, talking to him only to ghost him the other day. But who could blame you? You struggled to believe the biggest kook hater was actually into you…then again, who wasn’t into you?

‘I can't relate to desperation, my give-a-fucks are on vacation’

No one. You were perfect. Money, love, looks, everything. You had everything a person could want. Talking to you was a privilege. And it was a challenge to earn that privilege. And JJ was nothing but a man of challenges.

‘And I got this one boy and he won't stop callin', when they act this way, I know I got 'em’

Which is exactly why he wouldn’t leave you alone. He wasn’t slick. At all. He’d bump into you —after stalking you all around the island— with a cheap pickup line, beg for a date, assure you he’d get you to agree one day and walk away.

’Too bad your ex don't do it for ya, walked in and dream-came-trued it for ya, soft skin and I perfumed it for ya’

Not your problem. But he wasn’t about to give up. You were a blank page for him. A perfect picture waiting to be drawn. After sleeping around for years, you were everything he wanted.

‘I know I Mountain Dew it for ya, that morning coffee, brewed it for ya, one touch and I brand-newed it for ya’

You could give him everything he ever dreamed of…a perfect girlfriend for his perfect dreams after having absolutely nothing his whole life.

He was going to have you. End of.

been wanting to write a kook!reader for so long 😭

So, you’ve spent the last two days locked in the old wood house, subsisting on John B’s leftover food and pleasure and christening every surface on the house— though christening wasn’t exactly the word considering how filthy your activities were.

Fun with JJ was fun like you’d never known it. Talking about matching each other’s freak, he knew just how you liked it.

You tried to hold back, you really did. But you were wrecked— you knew you were even though you couldn’t see yourself. You fell back onto your chest on the bed, lips parted, begging for a breath of fresh air as you came around his cock for the nth time.

You reached to take the sheet off your head, taking a deep breath of clear air with a chuckle. You felt freaking great. You didn’t bothered to look back at JJ who had shifted on his head, a hand holding onto your hip, running the other through his damp hair, panting.

“‘m starvin’.” JJ muttered, maybe for the first time in the past two days. Cause he didn’t needed food, he didn’t wanted food. He didn’t wanted anything to make him feel satisfied. Cause you did him good. And that got him every time.

“…are you seriously thinking of food while you’re still in me?” You breathed out, your head peeking out the sheets. The overstimulation was getting to you but it wasn’t that bad. Yet.

Ignoring the blatant fact that you were still panting, you, of course, might’ve seemed tired. But oh, he’d be wrong to assume. Did you wanted this week to end? Ever? Oh, you only wished it didn’t.

JJ smirked at your question, the hand on your hip moving up your side and to your shoulder as he readjusted himself. He pushed his damp, golden locks back as his smirk turned into a smile which was filled with mischief, even more so than usual.

“’m thinkin’ ‘bout a lot of stuff right now.” He leaned over and dropped a quick kiss to your shoulder. And then another one just for good measure. He always got greedy. Always.

He pushed the sheets completely off of you, wanting to look at your bare back. “Well, get done with it already…” You barely let out, breathing was a hard task to fulfill right now but you managed to pull through.

“…if you wanna fuckin’ eat so much.”

The overstimulation got worse the longer he took, it made you lower your head back onto the pillow, lips pressed together tightly to stay quiet. But JJ loved it, he loved when you talked back to him. And he loved knowing that he was driving you insane.

“Patience, woman. You’re gon’ gimme an even bigger ego.” He chuckled, his little laugh more genuine than you’d ever heard it. JJ loved sex and he loved you and he was having the time of his life continuing to pepper kisses over your shoulders and back as he ran his hand over your back, down to your ass, squeezing it with a bit too much force. You would’ve felt it— and liked it— but you were too busy reveling in the feeling of his cock drilling into you.

“Fuckin’ masochist…” He was ruthless, that was a fact. But you were convinced. Actually more than convinced you’d die before he was done. His movements continued, the same steady pace that drove you crazy. JJ had no intentions to go any faster. He wanted to go until completely satisfying you first and then himself, that’s how he always had it.

His hand moved under you, pressing on your lower stomach, at the little bump he himself had created. He had to bite back the same shit eating grin at your vocal response cause he was damn proud. “You’re a damn wreck…”

Oh and how right he was…

You might’ve been a wreck but he was ill. Seriously. You couldn’t help but let out a cry at his stupid hand, once again, the poor pillow taking it all. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoyed the pain, though. Maybe he was right. Maybe you were a masochist. Who knew? You pushed back against him, your grip tightening around the part of the sheet you had grabbed.

The noise you made sent a sharp shiver of excitement through him as he swallowed hard, knowing that he was the only one who got to see this side of you. And the way you just pushed back against him?…damn.

His delusional ass took it as a sign that you were in love with him but that’s a whole another story for another day.

He wrapped your dark locks up around his hand and pulled your head up, so it wouldn’t be smushed against the pillow, wanting to see you. A face as beautiful as yours, buried in the pillow as you made those sweet expressions as he fucked you deep? That was a big no-no for him.

And oh god, he knew just how to treat you. Now, you struggled with all kinds of different boyfriends before. Boyfriends who were too vanilla, boyfriends who took dirty talk to another level of disrespect, boyfriends who didn’t quite understood the concept of ‘rough’ but JJ…JJ fucked so sweet.

Not gentle, not even close. But the way he got it just right…too bad he was your best friend.

He eyed you for just a second. Your dark curls in his hand, you bare back pressed against his chest, your face red from it all... He’d never seen a sexier sight. His grip around your hair tightened as he pulled you closer to him, his teeth grazing your shoulder as he leaned closer. “…gonna fuckin’ kill me one day, y’know that?”

You couldn’t help but breathe out a half hearted chuckle as you fell face down onto the bed once again. Cause considering the way you looked and felt, it looked like you were closer to dying than he was. He looked fine. A little too fine. That’s exactly why you were here.

You were wrecked though, he was right about that. Your hair and everything under the sheets were a complete mess, cum from your earlier releases still all over your thighs…and you were totally glad you hadn’t bothered to wear makeup. Because with the amount of tears running down your face, it would’ve been a waste.

JJ was definitely fine, though he’d argue differently cause it was a lot of effort to keep going for so long. But it was definitely worth it seeing you like this. The hottest wreck he’s ever witnessed. He also didn’t cared too much about the mess you were making. The sheets can be easily washed even if it was a damn sin ruining something so beautiful. He took a sharp breath before speaking up. “Are you close?”

Fucking joke.

“Are you?” You cried out, mad at the audacity he had. Overstimulation drove you fucking insane and here he was asking if you were close. You had been close. You had been done. You were feeling great until he decided to be greedy and keep going.

Only problem was his goddamn stamina. Oh, lemme not disrespect it and call it his ‘stamina’ like it was normal cause it wasn’t. It was something else entirely.

I mean— of course he was close. But it was more fun to not give in, to keep going just to push you over the edge cause he just loved the sight of you. JJ thought it would be a freaking crime to stop right now.

“I’m not the one being tortured, here.”

You used the last bit of strength you had to push yourself up from the pillow, blowing away the hair on your face. “I noticed…” you breathed out, sniffling, still biting back cries cause JJ had decided to be a jerk and make it both of your problem.

He watched as you pushed yourself up, your messed up curls falling over your shoulders and back. You looked so freaking beautiful, especially with the red tint that had dusted across your cheeks and the small amount of sweat that formed on the back of your neck. He had never admired someone during sex but you were a goddamn goddess. And he was most certainly in love with you.

“I can just stop, y’know?” He offered, though he knew he had absolutely no intention of doing so.

You propped herself up on your elbows, your moans and words now more audible. Your ears were ringing, your body was buzzing, you had no idea how you could still hear him let alone respond.

“Don’t even think about it…” You breathed out, head between your hands, biting your palm to keep quiet. You actually didn’t cared, you were alone but if you let it slip once, you were bound to cry.

He smirked at your response, your stubbornness only adding to the attractiveness. He never knew why he found that so hot, maybe it was the way your brown eyes darkened and your lips parted. “Y’say that now. How many times did you came, again?”He leaned forwards, his nose now running through your curls, breathing your scent in. And goddamn.

“Shut the fuck up…” You were very aware of your situation, you didn’t needed him emphasizing or romanticizing it.

Talking about your situation, you had to take a deep breath to hold back the ball in your lower belly that begged to snap. Not now. Not before him. That’s selfish and totally not embarrassing.

“You’re cute when you’re mad.” He muttered before wrapping his hand around your makeshift ponytail, grabbing it like a damn leash. “Jus’ for that, ‘m gonna keep goin’.”

“There’s something—“ You groaned, holding back cries. You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.

“…seriously-” The more you talked, the worse it got. But were you sane enough to shut the hell up? Absolutely not. “…clearly-“ You could end it now but you wouldn’t. “…clinically wrong with you…”

He chuckled at that, at how feisty you were despite being…well, fucked, to put it simply. It was what he was into, though. “You’re impatient.”

“You’re slow.” God, you liked it. You liked it so much.

Pissing him off, the way he treated you, the way you felt…all of it. You loved all of it.

“I can be quick if you stopped runnin’ your mouth.” He leaned down, his hand wandering all over your body, his touch feather-like on purpose on your hardened nipples. “Or did you forget who’s in control right now?”

“Might have.” You let out a breathy laugh. “Not really feelin’ anything…you still there?” You could practically get gutted, that’s how much you were feeling him but defending otherwise was fun. Seeing how he reacted to it was even more fun.

He had to hold back an eye roll at your words. He knew you were just putting on an act but it was still a damn good one. You could get him riled up without even laying a hand on him and he wouldn’t admit to it…ever.

“’m here, and ’m not done wit’you. Don’t worry ‘bout that.” He liked everything about this. The way your head fell back, the position you were in and his hand in your hair. He wanted to hear those sounds, he wanted to watch you come apart because of him. And he knew damn well he could ruin you.

JJ knew you too well, he knew that the more he pushed, the more you’d push back, you were the most stubborn person in the world and right now, that was working in his favor.

His hand let go of your hair, dropping to your neck where he wrapped his fingers around it, pulling you close to him. “I love how fucking crazy you are.”

Oh fuck.

His hand placement was unexpected. Welcomed with open arms…and legs. But still unexpected.

Your eyes fluttered close, hand shooting up to his wrist. To no one’s surprised, you kept her hand around it. Not tried to pull his hand down or get him to loosen his grip.

It was almost to make sure he didn’t let go.

He watched, amused at the way your hand grabbed onto his, your reaction telling him more than words ever could. “You like that, huh?” It was more of a rhetorical question, but he couldn’t help it. He wanted to hear you say it. He wanted you to admit it, how much you liked it when he had control.

Your eyes were shut closed, mouth hung slack to breathe better. Not that you needed to. You could die like this and be okay with it. But since you were trying to be good and everything —which you were failing terribly, even though it was on purpose— you gave him a nod, swallowing hard and struggling from his grip.

It was all getting a little too much but still, you physically refused to give up. It went against everything you believed in.

He let his hand loosen a bit but was still there just as a reminder that he was the one in command here. Or at least that’s what he liked to think. “I should keep you like this all day, shouldn’t I?”

A simple ‘fuck yeah’ was all you could breathe out cause…if he wanted to keep you like this all day, you were sold. The way you cursed in such a breathless tone made his cock throb between your tight walls. He loved the fact that you were alone. Dismissing the very obvious concern he had that John B was alone with Ward Cameron of all people, he tried to focus on the fact you had no one to disturb you and no one to stop you two. And he was sure to use that to his advantage for now.

He let out a low, slightly strained breath as his other hand grabbed your waist, spinning you around gently so you’d be lying on your back, his body hovering over you. An almost impressed smile tugged at his lips, pupils blown, his light blues nowhere to be found. His hand running through his messy hair, his eyes now taking all of you in. Your flustered face. Your glowy skin from the sweat you broke. His eyes wandered. “You look so goddamn pretty like this.”

You were enjoying yourself, though.

“I bet.”

Being on your knees or chest for too long made you realize just what a blessing it was to be lying on your back. You shifted under him, using all of two seconds to get more comfortable before he found his place right back between your legs. You had to point out, though, this was much comfier.

He was back to the same rhythm he was at before, going slow and taking his time despite wanting to finish. He leaned down to peck your lips, that same boyish grin on his face. “You look damn perfect.”

“I know.” You breathed out, your words opposite to what you were feeling. Though, you liked being bitchy during it, it riled him up and at the end of the day, that’s all you wanted.

A smirk appeared on his face at your response, knowing how you enjoyed pissing him off. And it did piss him off. But it pissed him off in all the good ways, so he’d let it slide for the time being. He lowered himself onto your body as he continued, picking up his pace slightly. “You’re a goddamn tease.”

But it wasn’t enough.

“You’re a goddamn softie.” You groaned, tossing your head back on the pillow with a roll of your eyes. This time, surprisingly, not from pleasure but irritation.

He chuckled at your words, shaking his head. You were too much. You were too damn hard to deal with. You wanted to talk when all he wanted to do was shut you up.

"You talk too much."

“You don’t talk enough.”

Didn’t meant you talked too much.

“I’m bored.” You spoke up. Was it to rile him up? He’d have to take a guess.

“Bored, huh?” He knew you long enough to know that you were doing it on purpose to piss him off.

“I can give you somethin’ to do. Open your mouth.”

Now, that sure excited you.

You didn’t trusted him, it might even be a cruel joke but the possibilities were enough to make your lips part open, turning back to look up at him expectedly.

He was surprised that you did as told. He thought was going to get some pushback from you but…not this time, I guess.

“Good. Keep it open.” He said, his eyes glued to yours as he gave you a warning tap on your hip.

You rolled your eyes. False alarm. He was fucking with you.

Though, you kept your mouth open just in case.

Also, you were still bothered about the fact that he was still waiting. Just like that. Like it was nothing. You were dramatizing it but anyone would be dramatizing it if they were about to see stars and an idiot just stood frozen.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me, I can still just start over again.” The blonde reminded, watching as your eyes narrowed, not buying his ‘threat.’

“Please do. I’m zoning out over here.”

Valid.

“You’ve been gutting me for the past hour and just when I thought it was getting fun, you pull away. I feel tricked. Fooled. Falsely advertised to. Where’s my sex, Maybank?”

You were really was pushing it now but you didn’t cared. He didn’t knew if he should either find your stubborn-ass attitude sexy or just get irritated. “Says the one who almost got broken in half.”

“Did you made sure to not break your ego too on the way out? I’m still in one piece” You mocked, and suddenly he wasn’t ‘ooh, super hot JJ who was great in bed’, he was just JJ. Your not-so-bright best friend.

“You’re not breaking a fly with that dick.”

"Keep talkin’ an’ y’re gonna end up with tape over your mouth all over again." He spoke with a pout, his dominant act right out the window with the offense he took from your words.

Good reminder. Halloween ‘24. He was a cowboy and you were a pastor’s daughter. That was a fun night.

Back to where we were— you were still irritated. He always had to have the last word. But would you let him? Fuck no.

Of course you’d love to keep fighting. That was until you felt his swollen tip tap your thigh so you’d spread them apart. You complied with his request, looking up to see the pout on his face gone, eyes fixated on your cunt, swallowing hard like it was his first time seeing it.

“You’re a goddess…”

JJ had always been vocal and the sweet sounds he made when he slid between your slick walls with ease…you never got enough of it.

“Means you’re lucky enough to fuck one…”

Your eyes stayed closed, little ‘uh uh’s leaving from your parted lips, head tossed back on the pillow, curls scattered around your head like some kinda halo, enjoying the pace he finally picked up after fucking decades.

JJ smirked again at your words. He knew damn well you were finally starting to enjoy yourself. Plus, he loved being told shut up by you. Couldn’t help it.

He kept his pace as he started to scatter small kisses all over your skin, not wanting to leave a single part of you untouched. And he wanted to hear more of those little sounds you were making. You sounded so good, it was driving him insane.

Your hand reached to get a grip of his arm, appreciating the muscles that flexed under it as he moved. Gosh, he was hot. The other one slowly moved into his hair from behind his neck, finally getting the chance to touch him after being face down onto the bed for the past hour. Moans aligned with his pace kept slipping past your lips. Your skin was soft under his touch, your moans filling the room, your fingers gripping his arms and his hair, trying to hold onto him for dear life. It was enough to bring both of you into ecstasy.

The tighter the ball in your lower stomach got, the higher your hands reached behind his back. Your nails clawed at the skin, leaving a red trail on his back…it was getting harder to breathe all over again.

One of his hands wandered down to your leg, grabbing hold of your thigh, he wrapped it around his waist, trying to get as deep as possible, his pace getting faster. A hand fell by your side as the other sneaked its way onto his chest, taking out the fact that you couldn’t see nor touch him in the past hour, on him. You felt the same weird melancholic feelings as you realized it was slowly coming to an end.

JJ and you weren’t dating after all and this was as far as ‘intimacy’ went for you. But you tried to not focus on it.

JJ could sense the way you got tense, from getting closer and from the interruption of your thoughts. He could feel it. The way you clenched around him, the way your body started to tremble under him, the way your moans became more desperate, your nails digging even harder into his skin. It was more than he could handle.

He leaned down so his face was right next to your ear, his hand tightening on your thigh as he picked up his pace.

"C’mon…come f’me." He was getting there, too, and he knew it was almost time. But he wanted you to go first. He wanted to watch you come undone under him.

And it would all go back to normal. Just like before you even started.

You didn’t wanted it to end. You never wanted it to end but that would be impossible, so…you gave in. Of course his words of encouragement definitely made it easier as the same pleasure crashed over you in a white-hot wave of sensation as you welcomed the familiar feeling.

The way you just melted completely wrecked him and that was it for him. The way you sounded was enough to get him there and make him think nothing could ever bring him such peace. In that moment, nothing else could exist but you.

He couldn’t control it anymore, the wave of release crashing over him all at once. He took in a sharp breath, your name on his lips once again as he shot hot spurts of cum into you. Endless and euphoric. JJ was all you ever needed.

But before you knew it, the magic was over.

Here came the long and hard after thought process that fucked your brain up literally every. single. time.

Don’t get me wrong, you didn’t regretted it. You never did. But it was just…I don’t know, odd. It was odd having sex with your best friend since third grade on the regular. It was odd having sex with the boy you used to make sandcastles with.

Especially if it was great, explosive sex that made you feel stuff you never felt before. That’s how you know you’re screwed.

JJ was just as confused as you are. And god fucking dammit, it really was the greatest sex he’s ever had, it wasn’t even a question. He didn’t know if he should speak up or just let the silence take over. His brain felt fried, just like every goddamn time you ended up in this situation.

Like…what do you even do now?

Cuddling felt too…couple-esque. He couldn’t just get up, what kinda absolute asshole would do that? You couldn’t just roll away and sleep. You weren’t that tired and that was just…awkward.

Everything felt awkward.

Your thought process was disturbed by the 6’ blonde that collapsed on you, arms by your sides, head in the crook of your neck, his hot breath not helping with your rapid heart beats. He cleared his throat before whispering against your skin;

“…we should make a pizza night tradition.”

your dislike towards her only grew as you noticed jj, john b and pope all trying that door, having a thing for the curly haired girl. kie thought it was jealousy and it was. but you weren’t jealous cause you wanted the boys…you were jealous cause you wanted kiara. though, you’d never admit that.

“I mean- seriously! ever since i started hanging out with you guys, you look at me like you want me dead!”

kiara didn’t really had people who hated her, she was a good soul. she treated everyone with kindness, anything else- ‘bad karma’ as the girl would put it. but you…oh, you hated her. or that was what she thought.

“like- please- if you do, just tell me! do you really have an issue with me?!”

“yeah, I do, actually.” you answered simply, practically running out to the porch to escape the kook girl.

you were first really jealous of kiara cause you didn’t liked her…cause of the pogue versus kook bullshit. then, everyone else started liking her and…they’ve got you thinking she was really cool too.

maybe a little too cool.

you were just starting to develop feelings as you realized all the three pogue boys did was flirt with her and you got jealous. one could easily assume it was jealousy cause you were the one that wanted the attention but…that couldn’t be more wrong. you were just jealous cause you wanted to be the one that showed kiara the attention.

so, you pushed her away. as far as you can. you hated her, that’s what you told herself.

kiara followed shortly after you, not exactly in the mood for your snarky comments. she was too tired, in that mental state where she’d snap at anything that would get on her nerves. and boy, did you managed to get on her nerves by now.

not even stopping herself from slamming the door shut, kie crossed her arms and stepped in front of you. her eyes narrowed at you, anger clear in them.

“cool. mind telling me what you have against me? instead of running away?”

“you know what I have against you? you think the world revolves around you, that’s what I have against you.” you were butt hurt and you were taking it out on kiara. “‘ooh, I’m a pogue to the core but I’ve never experienced poverty! my wallet’s too small for my hundreds and my designer dress is too tight, everyone I meet falls in love with me!’ it’s always, ‘john b this, pope this, jj that…’ I mean- seriously? ‘which hot guy should I be with?’ nobody cares!”

be with me, you wanted to say. but…nope.

“seriously? that’s what this is about?!” kie exclaimed, eyes widened in disbelief at what you were telling her. you…were jealous cause she had money, and boys like her.

she couldn’t even believe it. all this fuss over her money and…boys. kie laughed in disbelief as she took a step towards you, shaking her head. “wow, petty, much? you’re jealous that I’ve got money, that some boys like me?”

you took step closer as well. god, you wished they could be wrong. that kie could be ugly but…yeah, no, I guess.

“you think I’m jealous cause some broke-ass boys like you?”

kie’s brows furrowed, shaking her head. “if it’s not about the boys, then what-”

“…I think you’re a bitch and I needed an excuse to not like you for real….cause I really don’t have an excuse.” you blurted out, excusing.

“you think i’m a…bitch?” kie let out an annoyed scoff, taking a step closer to you. she couldn’t decide whether to be pissed at you for lying or slightly amused.

“you just don’t like me cause you’ve got a giant hate-crush on me. that’s not like you, considering you hate me and all.”

you rolled your eyes, knowing damn well if you became defensive, it would just prove her point. so…you decided to play into it.

“one denigrates the one they can’t have, I guess.”

“is that so? if I were to have you…you wouldn’t hate me anymore and here I thought you genuinely hated my guts.”

though you both knew you didn’t. you never have.