Feel Better?
JJ Maybank x Reader
Requests are open for any character!!
Summary: JJ and the reader are both oblivious of the other's feelings. It took the reader being upset for something to finally happen. And when it does, he makes sure to make her feel good.
You sat in the passenger's seat of the van on the way back home. Silently while everyone else was laughing. You just stared out the window.
John B. looked at you while laughing. He hit your leg gently. "Hey, Earth to Y/N," he says, his eyes darting between you and the road. You hum, your mind still on another planet. But you turned to look at him. "You alright?" He asks, a slight concerned look coming across his features. You nod, forcing a small smile.
"Yeah, I'm good," you say. He nods, looking at the road. JJ turns, behind you, leaning inbetween your seat and your brothers.
"What's happening?" He asks, lighting a joint and looking at John B.
"Nothing," your brother says. You look at JJ while he was looking at your brother. Why did God have to create such a perfect person? And keep him just out of your reach?He suddenly turns head to look at you, and you quickly shift your gaze. He taps your arm, drawing your gaze back to him. He silently offers you the joint after he takes a hit himself. You sigh slightly, shaking your head.
JJ was confused to say the least. He didn't get why you looked so upset. And he didn't get why you'd say no to a joint if you were. He stared at you for a second, his brows furrowing in confusion. Meanwhile you looked back out the window, oblivious to the blonde's stare.
He turns back around to see Kie on her phone and Pope raising an eyebrow at him. JJ kicks the boy, knowing full well that Pope was the only one to have noticed JJ's gravitation towards you. Pope has mentioned to JJ multiple times how he knows that JJ has a crush on you.
After dropping off Kie and Pope, your exhausted brother goes straight inside to go to bed. You fall behind, sitting on the porch. JJ leans in the doorway, watching you for a minute. You smile slightly at him.
"What?" You ask. He smirks a little, shrugging as he walks over to you. He sits on the couch next to you, and arm going over your shoulders. He tugged you in a little bit.
"Gonna tell me why you're upset?" He asks. You look at him, confused.
"I'm not upset," you say. He rolls his eyes,
"Yeah you are. Now c'mon, what's up," he says. You shrug, looking down. He groans, letting his head fall back.
"I'm fine, J. I don't know, I just feel off I guess." He nods, hooking his free arm under your legs, pulling you to sit on him. You gave him a confused look, only a few inches separating the two of you.
"What'll make you feel better?" He asks. You looked down again, shrugging slightly. You knew JJ didn't like it when anyone was upset. He liked it when things were lighter. He just wanted to make you feel better. He was always good for that.
"I've just felt off all day. Sorry," you say quietly. He rubbed your leg softly, and he kisses your cheek, making a small smile creep onto your face. You met his eyes again, a little confused, but taking the moment nonetheless.
"Don't be sorry. It's alright. I just don't like seeing you upset," he says. You smile, wrapping your arms around the boy's neck and hugging him. His arms went around you, holding you tightly.
"You're amazing, J." He scoffs, a small chuckle following.
"Heard that before." You roll your eyes, pulling back just a little bit to glare at the boy. He just smirks a little bit. "I could show you a really amazing time." Natural flirt. Always has been. You push his shoulders a little, despite him still holding onto you. "C'mon, I know you like me." His joking wink following. You shake your head, smiling.
"No, I think you switched the two of us up," you say. His smirk slowly melted away, and he just thinks for a moment. "Oh, c'mon J, I'm just joking."
"But you're right," he says. You stared at him, unable to process what he said.
"What?" He stared at your face, almost like his mind was somewhere else. He must be delirious, right? "JJ, I think you should probably get to bed." You say, chuckling. He shakes his head, looking still a little out of it.
"No, you're right. You don't like me, but I like you. Pope knows it too. He's been telling me if I don't tell you, he will," he says, rolling his eyes. You stared at him. JJ. JJ Maybank. Your brother's bestfriend. Your bestfriend. An infamous flirt. Likes you?
"You..." your mouth fell open slightly, you didn't know what to say. You didn't know where to look or what to do. This perfect boy. This absolutely perfect human being. How could he like you? How could Pope not tell you!?
"I know you don't like me back. I just... you're, you're amazing too. I don't really do this emotional crap. But, you know, I just thought you should know," he says, avoiding looking at you. He was trying to play it cool, like he usually did when things got deep. He was usually awkward in those times.
You lean forward, kissing the corner of the boy's mouth. Basically kissing his cheek. You gently placed a hand on his cheek, turning his gaze back to you. You tested your forehead against his.
"I do like you, J. Like, an unhealthy amount of liking," you say, a small smile on your lips with the second part. He stares at you like you did to him a minute ago. You chuckled a little at the way his mouth fell open slightly. "Are you going to kiss me, or are you just going to sit there like a fish?" You ask. He suddenly snaps out of his thoughts, his eyes drifting to your lips for a second. Then his hands found your waist, pulling you flush against him. His lips found yours a second later.
They were soft, and slow. Your hands slid into his hair, at the same pace the kiss was going. His thumb slid under your shirt, the rough skin of his hand a drast contrast to his lips. You try to pull him closer, if that was even possible at this point. Your fingers ran through his hair, something that wasn't actually unusual for the two of you. Sometimes, when JJ would stay at your house, when his dad got a little to bad, you helped your bestfriend get to sleep. You always tried your best to comfort him, and he did the same.
But it was different with his lips on yours. It was a different type of intimate. The kiss got deeper, and a little quicker. His tongue ran on you bottom lip, and you instantly opened your mouth to him.
He smirked against your lips a little. You were so quick to open up for him. The way your grip would tighten a little on his hair when he ran his hand on your side.
He hooked his arm under your legs lifting you up for two seconds, giving him time to get ontop of you. His smirk deepened when you instantly wrapped your arms around his neck. He rested one of his hands on the armrest of the couch, right beside your neck. His other hand found your hip, squeezing a little. You opened your legs, bending them, letting him rest inbetween them.
Even though he was running out of breath he didn't want to pull away from you. He was scared he'd had dreamed all of this. But you were running out of breath too. He didn't seem to care enough to stop kissing you in some way though. His lips left yours, and he kissed your jaw instead. You just kept trying to catch your breath. He peppered your jaw with light kisses. He started sucking on the skin below your ear, hear a soft moan escape your lips, encouraging him. He nipped at the skin, continuing to softly kiss down your neck looking for your soft spot.
You felt him swipe his tongue over the spot when he found it. Your hand tugged at his hair a little more. Your other hand, pulling at the collar of his shirt. Just trying to keep as much of him on you as possible.
He started sucking harsher at the soft spot, clearly trying to form a bruise this time. You tried to hold in a moan at the way his lips felt against your skin. You pressed your lips together, but the moan made itself heard. Embarrassingly loud. A tomato red blush made its way to your cheeks. You just felt his smirk come back even deeper against your skin.
Your hand made its way down to the hem of his shirt, tugging it up, trying to get him to let you take it off. He just kept kissing your neck, making his way back up, only to do the same thing to the other side of your throat. You were bordering panting.
"J, please," you say between breaths. He finally separates from you for a second. You quickly peel off the boys shirt. His fingers play with the hem of your shirt, unsure.
"Can I?" He asks. You nod quickly. "Words, Princess." You swallowed thickly.
"Yes," you say. He smiles, quickly throwing your shirt somewhere away from the couch. He stared down at you, almost unsure if you were real.
"Holy fuck, is this really happening?" He asks, almost to himself, staring down at your chest. You chuckled slightly, your hand finding his neck and pulling his lips to yours.
"I hope to God it is," you say against his lips. He smirks a little, his hand sliding behind you and quickly unclasping your bra, and throwing it somewhere with your shirt.
"You're so fucking gorgeous," he says, kissing you again before sucking at your collarbone. His lips leaving wet kisses along your breasts. His tongue flicks at one of your nipples while he twists the other one with his fingers.
He sucks at your nipple, swirling his tongue, and listening to the beautiful whimpers and small moans that leave your mouth. Then, he gives the other breast the same amount of attention.
He plays with your waistband of your shorts for a minute. "Please, J."
"Please what, Princess? I need words," he says. You closed your eyes for a second.
"Make me feel good, J. Please," you practically beg. He thought he'd barely even started and he had you begging. He loved it. He smirks, kissing in the valley of your breasts. Then he starts continues his kisses slowly down your stomach. He slides your shorts off your legs, looking down at your underwear. He swears to himself, looking back up into your eyes. He kissed above the hem of your underwear.
"Mm, 'm gonna make you feel really good, okay, Princess?" He asks. You nod frantically. He chuckles to himself. He sits up a little, slowly taking off your underwear. "Wow, such a pretty little pussy. And so wet." He licks his lips looking back up at you. "This all for me, Princess?" He asks. You nod.
"All yours, J." His eyes darken a little.
"All mine," he mutters quietly. You almost didn't hear him. He stared at your completely naked body for a few moments. "You're gonna have to be quiet, okay, Princess?" He says. "I don't want John B. to wake up and have to stop, do you?" You shake your head.
"Please, J." He raises an eyebrow. You swallow. "I promise I'll be quiet." He smirks a little.
"Mm, good girl," he says. His hand slides up the inside of your thigh. "You're gonna cum on my fingers first, got it?" He says. You nod. He sighs. "Princess, I-"
"Got it. Please, please just touch me," you say. He smirks sliding his hand right past where you want him, back up to your breast. "JJ!" You cried, pouting. He chuckles.
"Fine, but I'll come back to my new friends later," he says. You open your mouth to say something, but then his finger pushes through your folds, inside of you. A moan falls from your lips almost instantly. You quickly press your lips together. He starts plunging the finger in and out of you, the cool metal of his ring a sweet contrast to the heat radiating off your body. He added another finger, and soon another. And curled all three of them. You had long since pressed your own hand to your mouth to try and suppress your sounds. He still sat inbetween your legs. Only his fingers touching you.
His hand spend up, and he felt you clench around his fingers. "There you go, baby. Cum for me." The coil in your stomach unravelled. Your back lifted off the couch a little, into the cooler air. You let your hand fall from your lips. A soft pant followed. He smiled down at you. "So good for me, Princess." He brings his fingers up to his mouth and sucks all the juices off of them. He looks down at his fingers and groans. "I think 'mma need to taste some more, alright Princess?" He asks.
"Yes, JJ, please." He chuckles pulling your legs further down the couch so you're completely layed out for him. He leans over kissing you deeply. You could still taste a bit of yourself on his tongue, making you moan.
"Just my tongue this time, Princess." You nod even though this time he wasn't asking. He smirks a little, putting your legs over his shoulders. He kissed your thighs, licking up any slick that he could before licking between your folds. A low moan slips past your lips, and your hips instantly try to find his face again.
"Quiet, Princess," he says warningly. Quickly he starts sucking on your sensitive bud. You bring your hand up to your mouth and bite down on your finger. JJ's tongue licks at your slit, and starts thrusting in a similar fashion as his fingers did a minute ago.
Eventually you found your coil releasing again. As he licked up everything that was coming his way he didn't stop. Not until he made you orgasm again. You pulled at his hair rather roughly, feeling heavier every second. He started writing something with his tongue.
"JJ's"
Of course.
You pulled at his hair again, and he finally pulled his face away from your pussy. He smiles down at you as he comes up to hover above you.
"I'm sorry, Princess, I couldn't help it. I love the way you taste." How was he forming such full scentences?
"'S okay," you say in a breathy voice. He wiped what was left of your slick off his face before leaning down and kissing you. Your hands reach down to his pants, trying to unbutton them. He pulls back a little, staring at you, glancing down a little.
"Are you sure, Princess?" He asks. You nod, he gives you a serious look, raising an eyebrow. You press your lips to his for a second.
"I want you inside me, J," you whisper. He groans softly. He stands up off the couch quickly. "J." He looks at you, almost nervous you changed your mind. "Protection?" He smirks a little, pulling a condom out of his pocket.
"I got it covered, Princess." He continues to take his pants off.
"You better," you say. He gives you a small, playful glare. He quickly climbs back ontop of you.
"What you don't wanna have my baby, Princess?" He asks, smirking a little. You roll your eyes.
"I'll think about it. But right now, wrap it up," you say. He raises an eyebrow, smirkint. You smile slightly, sitting up a little and taking the condom our of his hand. You open it, and roll it onto his shaft. He moans quietly at the feeling of your hands on his dick.
He lines up with your entrance. And then he slowly starts filling you up. He slowly pushes you back to lay down again, gently kissing your jaw. You whimper slightly and he stops when he only filled you up halfway. You held your breath, closing your eyes. You nodded, but didn't let go of the breath.
"Breathe, Princess. Take your time." He pecks your lips. "I just wanna make you feel good. We don't need to rush it." You take a deep breath, your hands on his shoulders. You took a couple more deep breaths to steady your breathing.
"Keep going," you say once you're ready. He nods and continues to fill you up, stretching you out. It'd been a while since you'd had sex. And you'd only had it once or twice. With the same guy. Who was definitely more about getting himself off than you. JJ already made you feel better than you'd ever felt.
He filled you up completely and didn't move, waiting for you to adjust.
"You can start moving, J," you say. He nods.
"You've gotta tell me if you want me to stop, alright Princess? 'Cause if you do, I will," he says. You nod.
"I know. Please, move, J." He nods. He slowly pulls back out of you, and then fills you back up again. He starts off slow. Eventually you start softly panting. "Please go faster, J." You say. He nods again, kissing your jaw and speeding up his movements. His hips snapped against your at a faster pace and the couch sqeaked a little. Quiet moans started falling from your lips. You were biting your tongue so hard to keep them quiet you were scared you'd draw blood.
JJ presses his lips to yours, allowing you to let your moans fall into his mouth instead. He groans softly when your walls tighten around him. You scratched at his back and tugged on his hair. Your grip tightens and your nails dig into his shoulder when his tip brushes your g-spot.
"Right there, J," you say. He uses his arm to pull your legs up higher, repeatedly hitting your spot perfectly again and again. You moan loudly against his lips. "So close, J, so close." He already knew that from the way you were tightening around him. He reached one hand down to rub figure eights on your clit. The added sensation makes you cum instantly. He wasn't far behind you.
He stayed inside you for a minute. You tried to catch your breath, exhausted. He finally pulled out of you and tied off the condom. You whimpered slightly at the sudden empty feeling. He kissed you gently for a second. Then he stood up, and gathered both of your clothes. You groan.
"JJ!" You say, thinking he was going to make you chase after him. You couldn't even sit up. He comes back with shorts on a minute later, one of his tshirts in his hand. Your eyelids were starting to feel heavy, and you gave him a confused look. He pulled you up a little bit, putting you in his shirt.
It was big, soft, and smelled like him. It was perfect. You smiled sleepily at him. He pulls you in to straddle his lap, and stands up fo carry you. "J?" You whisper.
"Yes, Princess?" He asks as he walks into your room.
"I lied. I don't think I like you," you say sleepily. He chuckles.
"Oh, you don't now, huh?" He asks. You shake your head. He gently lays you down on your bed, finding the sheets already pulled back for you to lay down. You sigh, comfortable.
"No. I love you," you say. He stares at you for a second while you continue to hold onto his arm.
"I love you too, Princess," he says. You smile, half asleep. He pulls the blankets over you. He lets go of you and you whimper slightly, forcing your heavy eyes open.
"You're not leaving, are you?" You ask. He smiles, shutting the door and turning off your light. He kisses your forehead, climbing into the bed beside you.
"Never." You hum happily, as he wraps an arm around you, pulling you in. He tucks you into him, and you lay your head down on his chest. "You feel better now?" He asks, and you can hear the smirk in his voice.
"Mm, 100%." He smiles, kissing your forehead again. "G'night, J."
"G'night, Princess."
