Can you do a JJ smut where he maybe has had a crush for a while, but thought you didn't reciprocate? And then they fuck in the janitors closet>:)
Sure! Don't fry me though. This is my first smut attempt. Female reader for now because I don't know how to write gay stuff rnðŸ˜
Pairing: JJ Maybankxfem!reader
Summary: Another miserable day in the Outer Banks. Except today, you're determined to talk to JJ Maybank, with unimaginable amounts of success.
Warnings: Just like general sex, unprotected (don't be silly wrap ur willy), swearing, um smut ig, pogue on pogue macking
Another day in Kildare County High. Which also means another day of being so insanely whipped for JJ Maybank that you can't think straight.
It doesn't help that you barely get to see him, let alone talk to him. You have all AP and Honours classes. He has General Education.
Worse, you can't even rant to your friends about how crazy you are over him because they all hate him. Despite being Pogues themselves, they think so low of him that they have literally considered coining another social class term for him. Pogue 'solidarity' could only go so far before you all rip each other to shreds.
You don't even know why they dislike him so much. They don't have classes with him either. You would unfriend them in a heartbeat, but that would mean finding another friend group. Seeing how far into high school you are, that would be a no-go.
Hunched over your food during lunch period, a genius idea whacks you across the face. Your cousin is John B. John B! All these weeks of sulking around school when you could've just called him to set you guys up!
Better yet, you could just talk to Pope in Biology today, which is right after lunch. Having AP classes finally paid off.
The bell rings. You would jump out of your seat with joy, but you'd alert the dogs. Your friends always sniff out your secrets. This time, you just have to get to JJ first.
Almost sprinting down the hallway, you crash headfirst into someone's chest.
Keeping your gaze trained to the floor, you quickly gather the scattered notebooks in your arms. "Sorry, I wasn't paying attention, so-"
Looking up, you have a mini heart attack. No fucking way. Out of all the people in this school, you ran into JJ. You silently thank any and every deity there has ever been.
"Woah, princess, you alright?"
Blotches of red climb up your neck. Your heartbeat thumps in your ears. It's a dream. This has to be a dream. "Yeah, uhm, I'm fine, but I-I bumped into you. I should be asking if you're okay."
"You know, I really like hearing you apologize. It's cute."
The hallways is nearly empty, and you're still crouched on the floor like an idiot.
"It's hot seeing you look up at me like that, though."
Scrambling to your feet, you know you should be embarrassed, but this might be the only opportunity you'll ever have to tell JJ how you feel. Rather, how he makes you feel.
"Y-yeah. Speaking of.... that, I kinda... like you? Like, not in a friend way, but-"
Well, shit. Now you look stupid. And that makes you mad.
"What is SO funny dickhead?!"
"Nothin', I was just gonna come to talk to you about the same thing."
He leans on the nearest wall, school air and fluorescent lighting seeming to have no effect on his ability to make you have a female fucking boner.
"I thought you hated me, but John B. told me to hurry up and make a move."
"I'm gonna KILL him AND my shitty friends ." You mutter.
"Fuck, you're even hotter when you're all worked up." He groans, and god, you can feel the floodgates opening down there.
You subconsciously close your stance so your thighs rub together. The slight friction from your baggy jeans makes you bite your lip.
JJ notices as soon as you start to move. "You want some help with that, princess?"
You wouldn't have ever imagined that your first kiss would be one of many stolen on your way to the janitors closet. But you also wouldn't have ever imagined skipping class, pulling a boy, or FUCKING said boy.
Here you are, though. You giggling like a kid and JJ practically vibrating with anticipation as you yank him into the surprisingly large closet. Thank god there is a broom right inside of the door. As excited as you both are, you still don't want to be caught.
You slide the broom through the handle, then prop a random chair on it for extra measure.
As soon as you finish, JJ comes up behind you and hugs your waist.
You can feel his straining boner through his pants. His hands are on you everywhere, feeling up every part of your body he can reach. His chin in on your shoulder, sucking hickeys on your neck. He makes it a point to grind into you every now and then, making you whimper.
"You feel that princess? That's because of you. Haven't even fucked you yet and you've already got me so fucking needy."
You should be excited, but now you're kind of scared. "Jay, this-I haven't ever..."
He freezes. "I'm your first?"
"I promise I'll make it special."
He turns you around to face him, then tugs at your shirt. "Can I?"
A sly smirk spreads across your face. You may not have much physical experience under your belt, but fanfiction has never failed you before.
You start to slowly slide your jeans down your legs. JJ whines, struggling with his belt.
You finally strip down to just your underwear.
JJ-now in just his precum-soaked boxers-stares at you in wonder. He chokes out a small "Damn" before getting to work.
He gently sits you down on a box he found in the back. It seems firm enough to do the job.
"All this for me?" You didn't even realize how wet you were until JJ said something.
JJ kneels down in front of you, spreading your legs. He's so gentle with every movement, always pausing in between shifted positions, always giving you the chance to opt out.
Your underwear is useless now, pussy clinging to the thin fabric.
He plays with the waistband, then slowly tugs them down. It's not fast enough.
Once they're finally off and discarded to the floor, JJ presses kisses to your inner thighs.
Finally, he stops at your now dripping cunt.
He starts sucking before you can even fully process the events leading up to this. You never knew something could feel this good. Your clit throbs, heat radiating through your whole body. You've been reduced to a moaning, desperate mess. Your legs are wrapped around his head, keeping him trapped exactly where he wants to be.
Arching into him, you tug his hair. He nips at your clit in response.
You're yelling now, begging him to go faster, because fuck, you're gonna cum.
A coil forms in your lower stomach, and you feel like you're floating. Then the coil snaps, sending you over the edge.
You scream, rutting into his face. You squirt everywhere, and you wonder how JJ hasn't drowned. He doesn't stop, though.
He eats your pussy like a starved man, until you're bucking into his mouth again.
He inserts a finger into your heat, watching with satisfaction as you go cross-eyed.
Coherent speech is beyond you, so you resort to yelling his name followed by strings of curses.
Then he adds a second finger. You feel so full, so ready to cum again, but then JJ stops.
He pulls back, his entire face slick, coated with your juices. That doesn't seem to stop him from grinning like a madman.
You felt bad looking at his neglected cock, still in those red boxers. But, you also really needed to cum.
"Please, Jay," You pant, warm tears pricking the corners of your eyes.
He slowly takes off his boxers, and your mouth goes dry. It's almost laughable because you know that's not gonna fit. "Yeah that's-that's gonna be a slight problem."
He smiles, then pats your hip. "Don't worry, princess. I'll go slow."
He nudges the tip in, making you grab the box's edges for support. Once finally bottoms out, there are no more thoughts in your head.
"This is gonna hurt for a bit. You gotta tell me when you're ready."
His face is so close to yours that you can smell the cigarettes on his breath. You take a deep breath. "Go ahead."
You let out a sharp yelp of pain as your hymen breaks. You can't see, but from what you've heard, there's supposed to be blood somewhere.
JJ slowly thrusts back into you, then he picks up the pace.
Pain turns to pleasure, but even so, you're determined to leave a few marks on him.
You suck hickies onto his neck, leaving them high enough to where he wouldn't be able to cover them up. Not that he wanted to.
You leave finger-shaped bruises on his arm, you leave deep scratches on his back, you pull at his hair.
Neither of you care about the world outside this damn closet. Your legs are wrapped around his torso while you're being all but rammed into the wall behind the box. "Fuck fuck fuck, please" You don't even know what you're begging for anymore.
A wave of heat washes over you, starting at your legs then making its way up. "M'gonna-" You don't even finish before you clamp down on JJ's spent dick, milking it for all it's worth.
As you ride out your orgasm, JJ's thrusts get sloppier.
"Where-where do you want it?" His eyes are unfocused, pupils blown.
"Inside." You say, a bit too quickly.
He furrows his brows. "You sure?"
Before he can protest more, he moans into your ear. He slams into your cervix, a warm feeling filling you up.
After he pulls out, he offers you a hand up.
"I don't think I can walk after that Jay." And you're right.
As soon as you get off the now soggy box, your legs forget how to work.
He slings his arm around your waist, walking you over to the pile of clothes on the floor.
You felt like the luckiest girl on the planet when he started dressing you, helping you back into your clothes while telling you how good you were for him.
It may be a bit hard to explain the strands of hair clinging to both of your sweaty foreheads, or the bite marks and bruises peppered all over your necks.
The scratches on JJ's back would be easier to hide, as would the unmistakable stain of cum and slick on your underwear. Thankfully, you do your own laundry.
After a few spritzes of body spray, the two of you slip back into the crowd of people in the hallway. You had made it just in time for class changes.
You internally screech as JJ holds your hand like it's the most casual thing in the world. You had just gotten down and nasty with this guy, and yet you're flustered because he's holding your hand.
John B. was suddenly beside JJ, patting him on the back while staring intensely at his marks. "Damn, dude! I guess you took my advice!"
He saunters by you, whispering a little "You're welcome" in your ear before jogging towards Pope. You still would've been negotiating with Pope for favors if it wasn't for John B.
You started contemplating running after him screaming death threats (just for funsies, and because you get cousin privlage), but you're holding your new boyfriend's hand, and that's all that matters.
He was just starting to drop you off at your next class (like the gentleman he is) when you hear a loud yell from down the hall.
"Yo, who FUCKED in my closet?!"
