#obxkooks

Requested by @swacred

I loved this idea and i loved writing it so much thanks marley (i think thats your name if not im so sorry)

Skater!girl x JJ

Warnings: NSWF, hookup, piv, unprotected sex, overstimulation, drinking, weed, fingering (I think that's it?)

Enjoy!

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You’re skating down the boardwalk, wheels humming smooth beneath you, curls bouncing in the salty breeze. It’s your first week staying with family for the summer, soaking up all the OBX vibes. Headphones blasting, world on mute—you’re in your zone, lost in the rhythm of your board and the ocean air.

JJ’s leaning casually against the railing, one hand wrapped around a cold beer, eyes tracing the waves like they hold all the secrets. He’s got that effortless vibe—like he owns the place without even trying.

You’re trying out a new trick, focused and maybe a little too caught up in your own world. Suddenly, you lose your balance and almost slam right into him.

“Shit, sorry!” you blurt, stepping back too fast. His grip slips, and the beer tumbles from his hand, crashing against the boardwalk with a loud, shattering smack.

You immediately feel a sharp sting bite your palm. Looking down, you spot thin lines of blood creeping between your fingers.

JJ’s face shifts instantly from surprise to concern as he crouches down beside you. “Fuck, you good?” he asks, eyes scanning the cut.

You bite your lip, trying not to wince. “Yeah, I’m YN,” you say, trying to keep your voice steady despite the sting.

He reaches out carefully, gently grabbing your hand. His fingers are warm as he inspects the cut, and you can’t help but notice how close you are.

“JJ,” he says, his voice low and steady.

You meet his gaze, heart skipping a beat even though you’re trying to play it cool. “Guess I owe you a beer,” you say, a smirk tugging at your lips despite the pain.

He chuckles softly, pulling his shirt off to wrap around your hand, stopping the bleeding. “Yeah, you definitely do.”

The tension between you lingers in the salty air, heavy but electric. Neither of you rushes to break it—it’s like the universe just set the stage for something new.

Later, you roll up to the Cameron house—your cousins’ place, a messy, lively spot that somehow feels like home despite being new to you. The porch light casts a warm glow, and you hear familiar laughter and the faint clatter of dishes inside.

Ward, Sarah’s dad and your uncle-by-marriage, spots you the second you walk in, eyes immediately flicking to your hand wrapped in JJ’s shirt.

“What happened?” he asks, voice low but firm like he’s ready to school you if needed.

“I fell,” you say, shrugging it off.

Ward nods. “Alright, let’s get you cleaned up.”

He starts walking toward the kitchen, but his phone buzzes in his pocket. He pulls it out but doesn’t answer right away.

Instead, he calls out, “Sarah, baby, can you come help YN with a cut?”

You hear footsteps as Sarah—your cousin and a total boss—comes downstairs.

Ward grabs his phone and heads toward his office. “I’ve got a call I need to take.”

Sarah arrives just in time, giving you a reassuring smile.

She gently takes your hand and inspects the cut. The blood is still fresh, but not too bad.

“Okay, first things first,” Sarah says, grabbing a clean cloth and running it under cold water.

She carefully presses the damp cloth against your palm, cleaning away the blood.

“Does it sting?” she asks.

“A little,” you admit, biting your lip.

Sarah nods. “That’s normal. Just hold still.”

After a few seconds, she reaches for a small first aid kit and pulls out some antiseptic cream and a sterile bandage.

She spreads the cream gently over the cut, then wraps the bandage snugly around your hand.

“There,” she says, giving you a soft smile. “Good as new.”

You flex your fingers, testing the bandage. “Thanks, Sarah. I owe you one.”

She laughs. “Just don’t go falling again, okay?”

Sarah studies your bandaged hand carefully. “So, how’d you manage to do this?” she asks, eyebrow raised.

You shrug, cheeks warming. “I fell… tried a trick and didn’t stick it.”

She laughs, nudging your arm. “Classic. But you gotta be careful if you wanna keep skating all summer.”

You grin. “Yeah, yeah, I know.”

Sarah’s smile gets wider. “Hey, there’s a party tonight at the Bone Yard. All the island kids will be there.”

You blink, intrigued. “The Bone Yard?”

“Yeah, it’s where everyone hangs out. It’s pretty chill—music, bonfires, the whole vibe.”

You hesitate but the thought makes your heart skip. “Sounds… fun.”

Sarah nods. “It’ll be a good way to meet people. You should come.”

You smile, feeling a spark of excitement. “Alright, I’m in.”

💕💕💕💕💕Later that night💕💕💕💕💕

The night air hits you as you step into the Bone Yard, the low hum of music and chatter wrapping around you like a familiar blanket. Topper’s by your side, grinning like he owns the place as you weave through the crowd of island kids gathered around bonfires and makeshift tables.

Sarah waves from across the yard, her eyes catching yours before she slips away to talk with some friends. You spot JJ leaning against a post near the edge, watching the crowd with that effortless cool, but you don’t say a word—yet.

You take a deep breath, letting the buzz of the party settle in, then slip away from Topper to grab two beers from the cooler. One’s for you, the other still sealed.

JJ’s eyes find you as you head back, and for a moment, you freeze, caught under his gaze.

You walk up with a smirk, holding out the unopened bottle. “Here, stranger. I owed you one.”

He raises an eyebrow, accepting the beer, the corner of his mouth twitching into a grin. “Thanks. I was starting to think you forgot.”

You shrug, popping open your own bottle. “Not a chance.”

He leans in slightly, voice low enough just for you. “You’re full of surprises, YN. I like that.”

You sip your beer, feeling the warmth spread. “Yeah? You’re not so bad yourself.”

The music pulses around you as you both fall into easy conversation—talking about the island, favorite spots, and the dumbest tricks you’ve attempted on your boards.

“You ever fall this hard before?” he asks, nodding at your bandaged hand.

You laugh, shrugging. “More times than I can count. But hey, it’s all part of the ride.”

He smirks, eyes locked on yours. “You’re tougher than you look.”

You bite your lip, heart picking up pace. “You’re not too shabby yourself.”

The buzz of the party fades into background noise as the moment stretches between you two—electric, charged, and just waiting to snap.