𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚: SMUT. Do not read, if you're uncomfortable with these kind of things.
You might want to shower in some holy water after that or something.
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Your POV
JJ and I had a lot of things in common. One of them, we both liked sex. I mean, most hormone-driven teenagers liked sex, I guess, but that's not the point. Second, we didn't want to commit. And third, we were both tired of hook ups and one-night stands. Same problems, one solution. We decided to be friends with benefits. We worked well together. Really well. The only problem was the stupid rule, that we had made up like 5 years ago. No pogue on pogue macking. The rest of the pogues seemed to take it very seriously, especially John B. Probably, because I was his sister. I didn't really remember it, but I was sure, that he was the one who made up that rule. I couldn't blame him though, he knew I was trouble. And JJ was, too. So, we decided to keep it a secret. And again, it worked just well.
"You sure they won't be early to prepare the boat?", JJ asked, when I pulled him into the Château by bis shirt.
"Positive. I already prepared some snacks and the cooler, so we're good. They won't get here before 5.", I responded and let my hands travel down his arms to grab for his hands, leading him to my room, where I quickly closed the door behind me. Usually, he would walk over to my bed right away, let himself fall down on it and pulling me on top of him. But when I turned around, he suddenly stood right in front of me. Smirking down on me, he stepped forward, making me move backwards slowly. Not breaking eye contact, he repeated his actions, until my back hit the bedroom door.
"Can I ask you something? I'm a bit curious.", JJ said with a low voice as he looked down on me with fierce eyes. I looked up at him with big eyes and nodded my head in silence, liking his confidence and his actions of dominance.
"Out of everyone you have ever kissed, who was the best kisser?" Knotting my eyebrows, I tilted my head and looked at him in amusement.
"What? If you want me to say your name, work for it, baby.", I answered cheekily and pushed my hips forward so our bodies touched lightly.
"I wanna hear every name but mine.", JJ said and I gave him a confused look, before I started to think of an answer.
"Best kisser, let me think. Isaac Hale, I guess." JJ nodded his head, before he places his hands on my hips to push me against the door. With our chests touching, he looked down on me, his fingers tracing down the skin of my neck and collarbone. Feeling my heart began to race and my body to heat up, I looked up at him with parted lips and lustful eyes.
"Who was best at finding your sweet spots?", he asked again and leant down to kiss my sweet spot right underneath my left earlobe. To be honest, it had been him. He had found all of my sweet spots after just a few days and he never missed one.
"Lucas Grey.", I mumbled with closed eyes, leaning my head back against the door. JJ hummed against my neck, his hands moving up to my chest.
"Best hands?", he wanted to know and I opened my eyes again, when his lips had left the sensitive skin of my neck.
"Kyle Sloan.", I answered again and felt JJs hands travel down my body, stopping at the hem of my shorts. I lowered my head, watching him unbuttoning them, before I lifted my head to look at him again.
"Whose fingers felt best inside of you?" Definitely JJ. Again. Before I could answer, JJ slid his left hand down into my shorts. I let my head drop back against the door, closing my eyes and grabbing for JJs arms to hold onto them. While he moved his fingers in slow circles around the thin fabric of my underwear, I forgot about his little game.
