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i hate rafe & i don’t rlly like obx anymore but maggie this is so good. i haven’t read anything of yours in like a year and its so clear where you’ve improved and i just. i’m really proud of you mags.

partner in crime | r. cameron

summary: she is rafe's partner in crime; always will be, according to him. until he does the unthinkable.

wc: 1,392

warnings: tv show rafe lol, obx spoilers? but more of rafe's s2 behavior

a/n: im writing for obx again! also im changing the style of my fics

His bruised fingertips brush over the blood-spattered skin of her shoulder, his hard, cerulean eyes admiring the freckles of ruby blood sitting on her heated skin like jewels. The corner of his mouth twitches into a cruel form of a smile that etches onto his similarly blood-painted features. His nose scrunches, his thumb brushing under his nostrils in a habitual movement, smearing blood over the top of his lip. Lips pulling back from his perfectly pearl-white teeth, he leans closer to the junction of her shoulder and neck, breath fanning over her smooth skin as he whispers comforts into the shell of her ear.

"I'm proud of you," his words come tumbling off his tongue seemingly unbidden as if he's conveniently on auto-pilot mode. His palm curls around her other shoulder, a first glance comforting gesture that hides his true intentions of keeping her close. A heartbeat later, he feels the quiver of her muscles and bones underneath the rough surface of his palm, a sure sign of her flagging cooperation. "It's over, baby."

The reminder only does so much to soothe her, and her lashes brush against her cheeks as she tries to relax into each rolled syllable of his succor. But she's shaking and she swears she can feel each droplet of scarlet blood on her skin like a brand. Her frantic eyes wander, looking for much-needed alleviation but end up snagging on the peek of brown army boots under the pale tarp. A sob catches in her throat as his fingers press against the curve of her lips, hard enough to bruise her into silence.

"There's no going back," Rafe continues, knowing by the wild look in her eyes and the rack of sobs threatening to slip past his fingers she is a ticking time bomb. Unless he can get her under control. He bows his head, locking his calloused cerulean eyes with hers, rooting her into the lush grass underneath the tread of her shoes. "Look at me, alright? We're fine. You're fine. I'm going to clean up the body and we won't ever have to think about this moment again. It'll be okay."

Words still locked behind his tight grip, she fails to reply with the words begging to leap off her tongue. If he hadn't clamped a ring-clad hand over her lips, she might've voiced that they just killed someone and that she will always think about this moment. As if he knows it, Rafe only tightens his grasp, eyes narrowing as he regards her harshly. "Be a good girl and cooperate, okay?"

Knowing submission is her option, she forces her chin up in down in reluctant agreement. Rafe's response is delayed but his touch eventually lifts from her skin and she tries her best to reign in her erratic breathing with controlled exercises. Beside her, the tall blonde boy offers no further comfort or aid; leaving her to grapple with the feelings roaring in her head alone. Despite the tepid, suffocating heat hanging in the air, a shiver crawls down her spine as she tracks Rafe's deliberate movements. He does as promised; making quick work of packing the body in the back of his truck and closing the hatch with a thundering echo. Gravel crunches under the tread of his designer shoes as he closely watches his doubled-over girlfriend try desperately to muster enough control to pull herself together in the long driveway of his front lawn.

"Let's go," he speaks, prompting her to lift her head.

"I- I thought you were handling it?" she scrapes enough volume and unshaken syllables to answer him, palms resting against the curve of her knees.

Rafe cocks his head, golden hair falling into his pale eyes as he quizzically surveys the girl before him. "I said I was going to clean up the body. Not get rid of it- that's your job."

❊

Eyes trained on the small golf ball with the personally engraved words 'happy anniversary love r.' written across it, the girl wraps her white-painted hands expertly over the shiny club, sizing up the short distance between the personalized ball and the hole. Before swinging, the girl draws her eyes to the tall figure casting a towering shadow over her stance, sapphire eyes trained on the distance.

"Rafe," she drawls slowly, adding hints of melody in her words to grab the superior golfers' short-lived attention. She succeeds, the boy's gaze falling to her and the shot she's sloppily lined up for the sole purpose of getting the boy closer.

Releasing a short breath of poorly concealed frustration, Rafe rolls his eyes skyward before moving to rearrange his girlfriend and her obviously horrible golfing skills. Standing over her, the toe of his shoe nudging against her own to get her to shuffle across the green a few inches, Rafe reaches for the club to show her the right way to hold it.

The calm, tepid summer air is split with the rising wail of sirens and the burning glare of red and blue lights that circle through the pale sky with furious intent. Her head snaps up, eyes growing wide and frantic at the rampant ideas building in her head about the meaning of those sirens. She turns sharply on her heel, eyes searching the calm facade of Rafe's features for any hint of shared panic. She comes up empty-handed, the boy's eyes not even on her as he watches the horizon, where the cop cars wail their impending arrival. Taking a shaking breath that fails to soothe the wild beat of her heart, her lips part in question.

"Rafe? What's happening?" the words fall from her chapped lips in a demanding tone, panic fraying the ends of her nerves. When the older boy doesn't reply, his mouth thinning as he expertly ignores her and her pleas. "Rafe."

Her throat tightens in fear when the blonde's gaze finally settles on her, letting the realization that her worst ideas may not be that far-fetched sink into her bones. Feet scrambling, the girl stumbles back a step, flattening the perfectly maintained green of the golf course. She repeats his name, the syllables reaching a higher decibel as the panic overwhelms her. Her fingers tighten around the gold club, knuckles paling with the ferocity of her grip.

"What is going on?" she enunciates, searching for some sort of answer, unable to find one embedded in Rafe's all too calm features. The squeal of fast-paced tires against smooth road breakthrough her panic-hazed mind, her movements become wild, a choked sound falling from her lips as she falls back again.

Noticing her fluttering fingers dancing along the length of her golf club and the rapid rise and fall of her chest, along with the distraught gleam to her eyes, Rafe takes two swift strides to her side. His palms fall heavily on her bowed shoulders,

"Hey," he mummers softly, cooing at the unnerved girl before him. He continues whispering calming words while holding her gaze, one of his hands snaking closer and closer to the failing grip she has on the club. "It'll all work out."

Rafe steps back, long fingers closing firmly around the metallic club as he yanks it swiftly from her grip. His blue eyes stay on hers as he leaves her, stranded on the small island of green, his footfalls the only sound as he continues propelling himself back.

He nods to her silently, his gaze unwavering. "It'll all work out." He mouths again.

Hands in the air!

Rafe watches in silent reverie as the girl whips around to face the array of policemen, black barreled guns aimed at her heart and demanding for her hands in the air. Before complying, she turns, mouth parted as she screams his name, falling roughly to her knees as large hands press down on her shoulders, yanking her arms behind her back and clamping cold-metal cuffs tightly around her wrists. Rafe can't hear her screams of betrayal as the cops nod to Rafe calmly as they being to drag her shaking and bound form away. Her eyes don't leave his, intent on silently communicating her boundless rage left all for him. The boy, however, catches the end of her vow before the black-painted door of the cop car closes her in the car's cabin.

"I will take you down, Rafe Cameron."

[tags: @possiamo-andare @downbytheouterbanks @ijustreallylovethem @stilesflannels @ilovejjmaybank]

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hcywards · 4 years

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rating things my bf has said to me during seccs | jj maybank x reader

summary: you jump on the tik tok trend of rating things your boyfriend, jj maybank, has said to you in bed

warnings: SMUT, cursing, pure filth

word count: 1k

a/n: this trend is wild and i love it. i want to make one for every obx character, so let me know who you want to see next!!

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hcywards · 4 years

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Body Language - Part 2

JJ Maybank x female reader

AN: Hi!! Y’all I can’t even believe how many people liked this story, like for real thank you all so much for the love and support! I hope you enjoy the second part just as much :) Again, writing smut is pretty new for me, so I hope this leaves you all hot and bothered (because GOD was I uncomfortable writing this) and I’d love to hear any feedback y’all have. Thanks SO MUCH love you. Thanks to @bricksatanakinswindow for helping me when I was STUCK.

Sorry if I tagged you if you didn’t wanna be… haha my taglist is a disaster rn. Really hoping I tagged everyone that wanted to be !

Warnings: fluffff, flirting, swearing, dirty dancing, SMUT, alcohol, 18+++

Word count: 5.3k

Body Language - Part 1 (highly recommend you read part 1 first)

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It was finally dark, and the only light came from several small bonfires littered across the boneyard. You swayed happily as you watched people equally as drunk as you dance on the designated dance floor. The music surged through your body as you closed your eyes to feel every sensation. The breeze blowing your hair away from your face, the bass from the music vibrating in your abdomen, the laughter and chatter of the party mixing in with the waves crashing on the shore.

“Whatcha thinkin ‘bout, pretty girl?” Your moment of bliss ended when your eyes snapped open, finding JJ next to you. His smile was sweet, but his eyes displayed amusement.

“Nothing in particular,” you replied. You took a sip of your beer and returned your gaze back to the dance floor. “You having a good night?”

“Yeah,” he nodded. “Are you?”

“Yeah.”

Then there was silence, JJ standing next to you with hands stuffed in his pockets, and you sighed.

It’s been two weeks since you had slept together. You wish you could say it wasn’t awkward, but it sort of was. Since then, you two haven’t had a single moment alone. Besides work and family stuff, you were usually with the other pogues, and you couldn’t really talk about what happened with them around.

Even if you guys didn’t talk about what happened that day, you just wanted to hang out with him. At least then, you’d be reassured that your friendship was still the same, that the night you got carried away with each other didn’t change a thing. You were scared though, that maybe things had changed.

For one, you couldn’t stop thinking about him. You had seen JJ in a totally different light. That night, he wasn’t just your reckless, womanizing best friend. He was the man kissing up and down your body, making every inch of you feel safe and loved. He was the man bringing you to your high over and over again as he thrusted his hips into yours. The man that caressed your skin and left sweet kisses on your neck and shoulder as you finally drifted to sleep in his arms. He was everything, but you pushed your feelings away, deciding it was just amazing sex and that was the only reason you missed him so much.

One thing was clear to you, though. Sex with JJ was a one time thing. It always was when it came to him. It was only ever going to be a casual night of fun, and you were okay with that. At least you hoped you would be. Either way, you just wanted to know you still had your best friend.

The two of you basked in the painful silence, each of you not knowing what to say to the other. You didn’t let it show on your face, but it felt like your heart was breaking. This wasn’t what you wanted. If you knew things were going to be weird, you wouldn’t have kissed him in the first place.

“Do you wanna dance?” he asked you. You looked up at him for the first time in what felt like an eternity. He hated the awkwardness just as much, and decided it was bullshit. You guys were best friends, so he was going to break the ice, even if it meant talking it out and finding out that you regretted that night he thought about so often.

You smiled, taking his hand that he offered to you. He spun you around, making you giggle as you fell into his chest after the spontaneous twirl. “There’s that laugh,” he smiled. You beamed as he led you to the dance floor, thinking maybe things aren’t so bad between you two after all.

The speakers played some obscure slow song, which encouraged JJ to wrap his arms around your waist and start to sway. You laughed while placing your arms around his neck. “I heard you’ve been dodging dudes all night,” he said as you two found a steady rhythm together.

“I don’t really feel like socializing with tourons tonight,” you shrugged. The corners of his mouth turned up. “What about you? Why aren’t you trying to get with any of the tourons swooning over you?” You quirked your brow, humor laced in your tone.

“No need. I’m already the luckiest guy here.”

“Why’s that?” you asked.

“Cause I’m dancing with you, stupid.” He laughed as realization lit up your face, and you felt heat rush to your cheeks, the butterflies waking up in your stomach. He looked down at you with a dopey smile on his face, loving the sight of you.

While you hadn’t been able to get JJ off your mind, he was struggling just the same. He had already decided that asking you what girls like in bed was most likely the best decision he’s ever made in his whole damn life. The feelings that he’d always had for you only grew tenfold. Before, he kept them so hidden, simmering in the depths of his heart without giving them any of his focus or energy, knowing that you’d never be interested in being more than friends. After that night though, he wondered if he might actually have a chance.

The way you initiated everything with confidence had him completely wrapped around your finger. The way you tugged on his hair while moaning out his name had him lying awake at night with an image of you swimming in his mind. The way you kissed him so passionately had him wondering if he’d ever feel such desire for another girl again. He thought, just maybe, you felt the same things he did.

“You look gorgeous,” he said, pulling you closer so your head was resting in the crook of his neck.

“Why thank you, good sir. You look handsome as well.” JJ chuckled softly into your hair, enjoying the scent of your shampoo. You two swayed like that for a moment, just holding each other and relaxing into one another’s touch. You both were relieved that the tension seemed to be gone. Everything was perfect, and you didn’t know why you were so worried in the first place.

There was a thought floating around in the back of your mind though. The tiniest whisper of the turmoil you’ve been going through for the past two weeks. Could you possibly like JJ as more than just a friend?

You pulled away from his embrace when the song changed. The people around you jumped and swayed drunkenly to the more upbeat music as you grabbed JJ’s hands to dance with him. He watched you with a grin on his face as you danced wildly, making his arms flail around with your hands clasped in his. “Come on, J. Get into it,” you laughed.

You grabbed his hips to help him start moving, and he chuckled at your attempts to get him to actually dance. “How ‘bout you just dance around me and make me look good, babe.” You glared teasingly at his smug expression, but decided you could do him one better.

“Fine.” You suddenly spun around and placed his hands on your hips. He took this opportunity to pull you against him, your back flush against his chest. You caught him completely by surprise as you ground your hips back into his, oh so subtly, smirking once you heard the tiniest grunt escape his lips.

You swayed your hips side to side, JJ following your every move with his body attached to yours. Your hands fell over his as you guided them to drag down to your thighs, then back up again to your hips. JJ’s insides seemed to ignite from the way you moved against him. Your confidence bubbling to the surface gave him flashbacks from the night you kissed him, the night you two became closer than you ever were.

You continued to grind against your friend, your hands reaching up behind you to grasp at his long blonde locks. You don’t know where this confidence came from, but you guessed it was the alcohol. JJ definitely didn’t seem to mind your flirty dancing though, and that helped ease your mind. Your eyes widened when you felt his growing erection press into your ass.

Your first instinct was to stop your movements, but you couldn’t deny the excitement that swelled inside of you. He was enjoying this as much as you were, so you let your doubts slip to the back of your mind and ground into him once again.

JJ grunted again, which gave you immense satisfaction until he held you still by his aggressive hold on your hips. “What do you think you’re doing, Y/N?” he whispered, lips brushing the shell of your ear. You would have been disheartened by his question if his voice wasn’t so raspy.

“What do you mean?” you asked, feigning innocence. You slowly dipped down into a squat before coming back up, your ass making contact with his groin once more, and JJ fought to hold in a moan.

He abruptly turned you around so you were face to face, bodies just as close as before. “You know exactly what I mean.” This time, he was the one to grind his hips forward, and you gasped at the feeling of his hard-on pressing into your front. His eyes were glazed over in desire, and just the sight made your heart rate pick up. “You’re driving me crazy.”

You smiled at his confession, and you felt a familiar tingle start in your abdomen. You laced your arms around his neck and pushed your chest into his. He stayed perfectly still as he watched your face inch closer to his, eyes fluttering shut on instinct. He prepared for your lips to meet his, but you kissed his jaw instead.

You pressed soft kisses down his jawline and on his throat, the boy not being able to do anything besides experience every single sensation you thrust upon him. Your hands traveled down his chest as you pulled away from him, not being able to hide your satisfaction. He was so turned on, and you loved that you were able to make him this way.

“Hey, where are you going?” he growled, grabbing you again by your waist and pulling you against him.

You laughed. “I thought I was driving you crazy?” Your eyebrow lifted teasingly, and he groaned.

“Which is exactly why I’m gonna drag you out of this fucking party and have my way with you.” One of his hands came up to your neck, thumb caressing your jaw, his tenderness leaving you breathless.

Despite your resolve unraveling by the second, you wanted to keep up your teasing. “Me? Don’t you have some hot touron to get back to?”

He pulled you closer and rested his forehead on yours, obviously not amused by your comment. “Y/N…” he rasped, eyes boring into yours.

You smirked, batting your eyelashes. “Yes, Maybank?”

He couldn’t hold back anymore. He closed the small distance between you and crashed his lips onto yours. Your arms naturally circled around his neck once again as you matched his eagerness and gave in to him.

Kissing him, all of your doubts and confusion about your relationship with JJ seemed to vanish as you allowed your body to melt into him. It was obvious now that he wanted you just as much as you wanted him. The crowded party full of drunk people dancing became an afterthought as you let yourself be completely engulfed in the alluring man that is your best friend. The kiss was fueled by passion and the heat of the moment was quickly becoming too much to bear.

You pulled away abruptly, and he let out a sound of annoyance. “Let’s get out of here,” you said, eyes gleaming.

He smiled before pecking your lips again. “Yes ma’am.” You kept your body close to cover him as he reached into his pants to tuck his erection into the waistband of his shorts so that others wouldn’t be able to see the noticeable tent. He grabbed your hand and quickly started leading you away from the dance floor and across the beach.

Unbeknownst to you, the other pogues had watched the entire scene unfold.

“What the fuck is happening right now?” John B. asked, jaw resuming its previous position on the floor.

Kiara and Pope didn’t have an answer as they watched you two practically run off hand in hand. “I think they’re gonna go fuck,” Pope said, voice distant as if he couldn’t believe the words himself.

“When the hell did this happen?” Kie asked, looking to the two boys. But they only shrugged. All of them were completely in the dark about your previous hook up, and seeing you and JJ so intimate had them all more than shocked.

“Good for them, I guess?” Pope offered. John B. laughed, taking another swig of his beer. Kiara laughed too with a shake of her head.

“Can’t wait to confront them about this tomorrow.” The boys nodded in agreement, the group suddenly finding it hilarious that two of their best friends were hooking up.

You and JJ had made it into the van and he drove back to the Chateau like a mad man. You told him the pogues would be pissed that you guys left them without a ride, but he didn’t care in the slightest. All he could think about was you lying underneath him, begging for him to make you cum.

It wasn’t long before you were stumbling into the small house, JJ’s lips trying to capture yours while guiding you to the bedroom he slept in. You giggled when he tripped over the coffee table and fell into you. It was so chaotic, but you didn’t mind. It felt as if you were giddy teenagers in love, too excited to get to the bedroom to care about anything else.

“Fucking finally,” he huffed when you two were in his room, and he slammed the door shut. You sat on the bed, looking at him with the biggest smile on your face. The thing you wanted more than anything for the last two weeks was standing right in front of you, gawking at you like you were the most beautiful girl in the world.

He crawled over you, and you promptly laid on your back, staring up at your long-time best friend. “So did those little tricks I taught you help you in the bedroom?” you asked playfully, even though you didn’t really want to think about JJ sleeping with other girls.

He scoffed, putting more of his weight on you as his face inched closer. “I haven’t been with anyone since.” This caused confusion to cross your features. JJ was the biggest manslut you knew. It was uncommon for him to go more than a week without hooking up with someone.

“Really?” The question fell from your lips involuntarily.

JJ laughed while brushing your hair away from your face. “How could I when the only girl I think about is you?” His eyes pierced into yours, and you could tell he was being sincere. What shocked you more than his words was the way he looked at you. If you weren’t mistaken, it kinda looked like he was in love.

You were glowing. You didn’t know how badly you wanted to hear the words until he spoke them. With arms wrapping behind his neck, you pulled him down to catch his lips with yours. The kiss was soft and warm, making your stomach erupt in butterflies. It suddenly felt like there was no rush now that you two were alone in each other’s arms, which was sweet and had you grinning like a child at the carnival. But the truth is that you couldn’t wait to get the boy undressed.

With considerable strength, you pushed JJ off of you and he fell to your side. He looked at you confused, but chuckled when you situated yourself on top of him, straddling his hips. You swiftly peeled off your shirt before leaning over him and kissing him again. “Someone’s eager,” he smirked against your lips.

“Shut up,” you grumbled. You sat up and pulled him up with you by tugging on the collar of his shirt. You didn’t waste any time pulling the material up over his head, and he laughed again. “Damn, baby. If I knew you wanted me this bad, I would’ve gotten you alone sooner.” He was teasing you, and you weren’t amused.

“I said shut up, Maybank.” He was going to laugh again, loving how impatient you were, but you surely shut him up by crashing your lips to his once again. Warm hands caressed your sides with thumbs skimming your ribcage as the kiss quickly turned into a hungry battle between tongues. You ground into his lap to find his erection growing again, and the excitement only fueled your movements.

You got off of him and started unbuttoning his shorts. He lifted his hips to help you slide the shorts and boxers down his legs, and they fell to the floor along with his shoes. Entranced by the sight of his cock, you were about to get on your knees, but he grabbed your hands to stop you. “Hey, hey, easy baby. Let’s get you out of these clothes first.” You didn’t miss the smug expression on his face.

You were standing in front of him from where he sat on the edge of the bed, and he reached behind you to unclasp your bra. He pulled you closer by your waist so that he could attach his mouth to one of your nipples. You raked your fingers through his hair as he started leaving trails of open mouth kisses on your chest, hands unbuttoning your shorts and tugging them down your legs along with your panties.

You felt your arousal grow with each hot kiss he pressed onto your skin. He moved slowly, as if he was savoring the taste of every inch of your body, all for him. The attention he was giving your breasts with each swipe of his tongue and twist of his rough fingertips made you dizzy. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you realized that this was far more intimate than just sex.

You softly tugged his hair to pull his face away from your skin, and he looked up at you with a grin. With hands on his flushed cheeks, you kissed him fiercely and he could feel the burning hunger from within you. As much as you enjoyed soft and loving JJ, you needed him right now.

Your lips moved to his jaw and you kissed down his throat while your hands traveled down his sculpted torso. Your kisses trailed down his abs to underneath his belly button as you slowly got onto your knees, and JJ was holding his breath in anticipation, fingers weaving through your hair to collect it in a loose ponytail.

When you two hooked up, the way he pleasured you with his mouth had you thinking about it constantly ever since. You hadn’t returned the favor though, so you were excited to finally have your hands on him. You didn’t think you’d ever get the chance again, so who could blame you for being a little eager? You wanted to see the man unravel in front of you as you took control with your lips wrapped around him.

You took his stiff length in your hand and pumped a few times as you glanced up at JJ through your lashes. His cheeks were already turning red from arousal. The sight of you on your knees was enough for him to throw you on the bed and finally bury himself into you, but he held back. He’d be an idiot to stop you now.

He gasped when you took him in your mouth, his tip hitting your soft palate. With a swipe of your tongue underneath the head, he involuntarily bucked his hips up into your face. You had just begun, and he was already finding it hard to control himself.

You held his hips down firmly as you started to slowly bob your head. You would switch between taking as much of him as you could without gagging and only focusing on his swollen head. His grip on your hair tightened when you harshly grazed the tip of his cock with your tongue, his head falling back with the most beautiful moan you’d ever heard. “You are so sexy,” he choked out.

You smiled as more moans fell from his lips, and you could tell he was close. “Fuck, baby. Just like that,” he panted. You loved that you could make him feel this good even more than you enjoyed blowing him. You released your hold on his hips so that your right hand could wrap around him and pump while you sucked harder, head bobbing faster.

“Fuck, Y/N. Fuck.” ‘He’s so close. Only a little longer,’ you thought, heart racing as exhaustion started to creep up on you, but you didn’t care. You wanted him to explode with your lips still around him, knowing you had done a job well done.

Without warning, he pulled you away from him by his grip on your hair. He hadn’t cum, and you were confused. You didn’t have time to ask him why as he was already picking you up and throwing you onto the bed, your hair fanning around your head on the pillow as you bounced onto it.

“As much as I love that pretty little mouth of yours, it’s my turn,” he rasped, holding himself over you with arms on either side of your head.

He looked so damn good, messy blonde locks falling over his dark blue eyes, lips pouted and cheeks tinged pink. He kissed you hard as he thrusted his hips into you, his stiff member brushing against your clit. You hadn’t realized how aroused you already were just from sucking him off, and you gasped at the contact.

His lips left yours and hungrily attached to the pocket between your neck and collarbone as his fingers traveled down your body to prod at your clit. He was sucking on your skin harshly and it was clear he wanted to leave a mark. He wanted everyone to know that you were his, even though you two hadn’t talked about your relationship yet. He didn’t know how you felt, but he was certain that he couldn’t get enough of you.

“JJ,” you panted. You tried to push the man away, but he wouldn’t let up. Two long fingers had dipped easily into your wet entrance, teasing you by not going in too far. His thumb rubbed slow circles onto your clit, and as good as it felt, it wasn’t enough for you.

You wound your hand into his hair and tugged, making his gaze meet yours. God, how he loved you pulling his hair. “Stop teasing,” you said. He smirked before pecking your lips, his hand resuming the painfully slow action. He basked in the sight of you squeezing your eyes shut, trying to hold in your moans. “Seriously, J,” you grumbled. “If you’re not going to do something, then get the hell off of me and I’ll take control.”

You thought he might’ve complied, but of course he didn’t. Your impatience was much too amusing for him, and his dopey grin made you want to punch him. “Not a chance, princess.” You huffed, getting annoyed as you felt the knot in your stomach start to tighten, much too slow for your liking. “I like you like this, begging for me to make you feel good.”

“JJ…” you warned.

“I think you could do a bit more begging, don’t you think, Y/N?” You hated his cocky smirk. You had no idea he was such a fucking tease.

“J, please,” you sighed, almost a whisper. If he didn’t do something soon, you swore you’d shove him off of you and take care of it yourself.

Suddenly, his two fingers rammed into your core, connecting harshly with your g-spot. “Fuck!” you screamed. He smiled, bringing his face down to leave more kisses on your neck as his hand picked up speed and rammed into you over and over. Moans were escaping your mouth and getting louder, your control lessening with each thrust of his hand.

It was only moments later than you were shaking from your climax, JJ grinning over you as you cried his name. You were kind of surprised that you hadn’t lasted long, but peering up at the man hovering over you, you figured out why. Just looking at him turned you on. The feelings you had been ignoring resurfaced and you knew that you’d never be able to look at your best friend in the same way again.

It wasn’t just how skillful he was in bed, it was everything else on top of it. You had been friends for years and had always clicked so well, so you’re not sure why possibly loving JJ never crossed your mind until now. “What are you thinkin ‘bout, pretty girl?” he broke you out of your thoughts. You laughed at his repeated words from earlier in the night.

“You,” you beamed. You reached your hand up to brush his hair away from his face, his blue eyes gleaming bright.

“Oh yeah? What about me?” You shook your head, trying to find the words, but you were at a loss with how good he looked, his perfect lips so close to yours. “About how amazing I am at sex?” He was only joking, and tickled your sides, eliciting uncontrollable laughter from you.

“About how good I make you feel? Huh? How I can make you cum in a matter of minutes?” he continued to guess as he relentlessly tickled you. You were laughing and trying your hardest to push him away from you and stop his attack, but your efforts were useless. “Tell me, baby,” he chuckled, knowing you couldn’t get a word out.

“JJ, jesus christ, stop!” He laughed again, then stopped touching you all together, slumping into the spot next to you on the bed.

“I hate you,” you gasped, trying your hardest to catch your breath while turning on your side to look at him.

“No way. You love me,” he smiled, placing a soft kiss onto the tip of your nose.

“I think I do.” You didn’t know why you said it, it just felt right. You’d never been scared to tell him anything before, so why should this be any different. His eyes never left yours, but confusion and doubt swam in them and he didn’t say anything. “I think I love you.”

Then he was grinning. He pulled you into his chest and kissed you more passionately than previously tonight. You laughed into the kiss, taking it as a good sign. “I think I love you too,” he said after pulling away. Now you were the one smiling.

Who knew you’d be confessing your love to your best friend, cuddling naked in his bed? You certainly couldn’t have pictured this moment a few weeks ago. You kissed him again and let yourself enjoy his warmth. You both felt like you were on top of the world, in the comfort of each other’s embrace. It was all so new but felt so familiar at the same time.

You crawled on top of him and was reminded of his erection, something you still hadn’t taken care of yet. With one more peck to his lips, you reached over him to the bedside table where you knew he kept the condoms.

He watched you intensely, hands running up and down your thighs as you opened up the wrapper with your teeth. You took the liberty of sliding the rubber over his cock, and you both were more than ready for what was coming next.

You slid his length into your entrance and lowered yourself until all of him was in you, unable to hold in your gasp. He rubbed comforting circles into your hips as you adjusted to his size. Once you did, you were bouncing fast, not willing to waste any more time. He loved the sight of you, your tits bouncing and your lips parted, sounds of pleasure spilling out of them.

Both of his hands grabbed at your boobs roughly, making you whimper in pleasure as you tried to speed up your movements. The grunts that escaped from his mouth were cheering you on, and you ignored your sore muscles as you chased your high, but you were more concerned that he reached his.

“This okay, J?” you asked breathlessly.

“Baby,” he moaned. “You’re fucking incredible.” He pulled you down by the back of your neck to crash your lips together. You both hummed and moaned into each other’s mouths as you continued to ride him, both of you getting closer and closer.

He could tell you were slowing down and getting tired, so he swiftly flipped you over so that he was on top. He was between your legs and firmly held your thighs apart as he picked up where you left off. He kissed you one last time before sitting up on his knees and ramming into you roughly.

Your second orgasm of the night was quickly approaching, the knot in your stomach winding tightly. Your hands grasped at the sheets as he pounded into you, over and over. His name was lost in your series of moans, his getting louder by the second. You both were only moments from release.

He switched his position from kneeling in front of you to placing his forearms on either side of your head, the new angle making you cry out. “Look at me, Y/N,” he rasped, begging you to open your eyes. His were glazed over in lust just like yours, and you held his gaze as he thrusted into you, his movements becoming desperate.

“I love you, baby,” he said, and you repeated his words back to him, both of you lost in the pleasure, thoughts getting fuzzy. “Are you close?” All you could do was nod as you bit your bottom lip to hold in your noises. “Cum for me, Y/N.” And you did.

It was only three more thrusts until he was cumming with you, hips bucking sporadically to ride out both your highs. No words were exchanged as he laid on top of you, exhaustion and complete euphoria clouding the room. His head rested in the crook of your neck as you both fought to catch your breaths, and you could still feel him twitch inside of you.

“You’re fucking amazing,” he whispered, kissing your neck. “I love you. I mean it.”

You grinned. As confused as you were only hours ago, you knew now that you loved him too. You caressed his soft cheek with your thumb, gazing at the man that just offered himself completely to you.

“I love you too,” you smiled softly, kissing him again. It was warm and sweet, your bodies molded together. It was like nothing mattered except for this moment right here.

“What the fuck are we gonna tell the pogues?” he asked. You just laughed with a shrug.

“We’ll think about that later.” You rolled over so that you were on top of him now, admiring his happy face underneath you before you kissed him again.

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「 Cocky chapter three 」

‘lavender shampoo’

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Your mind was clouded with jj, and you didn’t know why. It’s like you could feel him trying his hardest not to give into you. You were angry, and had the last of putting up with his shit, but at the same time, anytime his fingers traced your skin, you had no intention of stopping him. You didn’t have much to do today, so once you got home you fell asleep, not realizing you had slept till nightfall. When you woke up, you went downstairs for a snack, but when returning to your room your heart dropped when you saw jj sitting on your bed. “what the fuck!” You yelled, holding tightly on the bag of chips in your hand “oh clam down.” He smirked. you rolled your eyes, walking to your dresser to set the snacks down.

“i came to talk.” He said walking around your room. “Then talk.” You replied. You were still angry, at how he acted around the rest of them and how he only chose you when he was needy. He sat on the end of your bed and sighed. “can i stay here tonight?” He mumbled. You hadn’t looked at him long enough to notice the bruises littered across his face until now and just like that, all anger disappeared, and guilt took over. You knew about his dad, but never thought he’d come to you for help. You sat next to him, softly hugging the boy. “of course. i was about to take a shower, you can sleep in here.” You replied before grabbing the clothes you had already got to change into, and walked into the bathroom.

However not long after, you heard the door open. You smiled softly. You felt hands rap around your waist and a chin on your shoulder. “you smell good.” He spoke quietly. You giggled, turning around to face him before grabbing the shampoo bottle. “it’s lavender.” You poored a good amount into your palm before reaching up and running your fingers through jj’s hair. you two stayed there for a few moments, enjoying the comfortable silence. However you couldn’t help but think that this whole thing meant more than sex to the both of you, but that thought was pushed away, because you knew, no matter how you felt about the boy, he didn’t feel the same way. He didn’t come in the shower to fuck, he simply wanted your company, but you could still feel him fighting that.

After a while of just holding each other, you both got out, got dressed, and got ready for bed. As you were dozing off, the blonde boy spoke. “thank you.” His words were quiet. “of course, you can stay here any time.” you responded, but he turned away from you. “not just for that.” Was all he said before falling asleep. why does he keep doing that shit? you thought before going to sleep.

“no fucking way!” You were tapped awake, and soon realized the person speaking was neither you or jj. It was kiara. Your mom always just lets her in, and she clearly didn’t expect to see this. “did you two fuck last night?” She questioned. “no.” jj responsed getting out of bed. technically he wasn’t lying, she only asked about last night. “you really think i’d sleep with y/n?” He raises a brow at kie. “you know i have better taste than that. I crashed here to avoid my pops.” You couldn’t help but feel a sting of pain in your chest. He would do and say anything to make sure they thought he didn’t like you, and it hurt. You decided in that moment, that it was over, he couldn’t hold you one minute and hurt you then next. Kiara ended up taking jj back to john b’s, leaving you alone at home once again.

You decided to go to the beach, to try and ease your mind. You ran into pope, who was doing deliveries on the dock. you missed the pogues even though you had seen them a few days ago. “hey, wanna surf?” you asked the boy. He looked hesitant because he knew he had work to do, but ended up saying yes.

When your body hit the cold sensation of the salt water, everything went quiet, you felt okay. After riding the waves with pope, you guys ended up just sitting in the water on your boards. “her two years is coming up isn’t it.” He said softly. pope was the only one in the group that new about your sisters passing, it happened before you knew any of them, and you decided to keep it to yourself, you didn’t want pity. You nodded your head at the comment, the feeling of loneliness washing over you. “it’s tomorrow.”

You hadn’t talked about her in a while, you knew the date was coming up, but you hate to think about it. Two years ago tomorrow your whole world broke. You lost your best friend, and in some ways you lost your parents that night. Sure they stayed together, and did what looked good on the outside, but they were both broken, and seemed to forget about you most of the time. Popes thumb wiped the single tear that had fell down your cheek, making you come out of your thoughts. “hey it’s okay, i know it hurts.” He spoke. You loved pope in a different way then the rest, he was truly your best friend. “john b is having another boneyard party, wanna go? it must of started by now.” You nodded once more before paddling in beside pope.

Once on the sand, he grabbed your wrist, turning you to face him. “i just wanted to say, i love you y/n, more than you know.” You smiled, and pulled the boy into a hug, but little did you know, he meant it in a way, that would cause way more to go down that night than you thought.

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wait pope saying “ur so pretty i could die”

why did i make this so long omfg

pope heyward and his way with words

the school year was always accompanied by an exhilarating set of challenges. exhilarating for pope, that is. he always felt confident in academic settings, certitude of his intelligence assuring the boy that everything would work itself out.

another thing the school year brought was Prom, and the pogues, now juniors, were finally able to attend. pope had been crushing on y/n since middle school, and even vowed to jj that he would one day toss his neurotic tendencies out the window and take the girl of his dreams to a dance. now seemed like an opportune moment, and the blond had no problem letting pope know that.

“dude, just ask her, it’s not that hard! it’s not like she doesn’t like you.”

“no, jj, that’s just it. i don’t know if she likes me or not.”

the argument was fruitless because, candidly, they were both stubborn. but after much consideration and pep talking, pope heyward built up the courage to pop his important question. of course, y/n had loved the boy even longer than he had her. it all came into fruition when pope had shared his crayons with her in the third grade after she’d forgotten them at home. y/n vowed to marry pope, eventually, on that fateful day. perhaps the marriage portion of her declaration had faded, but the infatuation hadn’t.

and how inconvenient for both parties,pope and y/n were certain that the other didn’t feel the same way.

he did it on a tranquil friday, one that didn’t berate him with too many exams or presentations. standing awkwardly by her locker, pope fiddled with the buttons on his shirt anxiously. he was petrified of being rejected, and it didn’t help that jj was peering noisily from a corner, attempting to witness the scene.

when y/n arrived at her locker, she was pleasantly surprised by pope’s presence.

“pope, hi!”

“um, hi y/n, how are you today?”, he replied, uncomfortably formal.

she giggled slightly at the tone. “i’m good, how are you?”

pope truly thought he could keep his composure. he’d planned exactly what to say, practicing in his mirror like an actor before a big audition. the problem was, the boy hadn’t accounted for unpredictable variables. like the way jj was making him unbearably nervous with his childish grin and thumbs up gesture. or how pretty y/n’s eyes looked when she made contact with him, paying close attention to the words rolling off his tongue.

“um, i-i just wanted to know if you might want to—or um i just wanted to say”, he stammered out, soon drowning his words in an awkward fit of coughs.

furrowing her eyebrows in concern, y/n reached into the adjacent locker to grab a bottle of water, offering it out to the poor boy.

“pope, are you okay?”

finding his footing once more, pope recollected himself. he was desperate to spit out something of substance, even if jj’s chuckles from around the corner were making it entirely too difficult.

“yeah, yeah fine. um i just want to say that you’re so pretty i could die. also do you want to go to prom with me?”, he rambled our quickly.

“pope, i literally want nothing more than to go to prom with you.”

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Body Language

JJ Maybank x reader

“I’m going to kiss you now. Don’t freak out.”

AN: This is my first attempt at smut and I don’t think it’s half bad lmao. This is also my first Outer Banks fic, and I can tell you right now there will be MORE in the future :) Please let me know what you think! Also, I’m always open to requests if you wanna slip one into my ask box. Enjoy!

Summary: Your best friend JJ has an unfortunate one night stand, which leads him to asking you what girls like in bed.

Warnings: SMUT, nsfw, 18+

Word count: 3892

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You knew something was off.

It was just a normal day with the pogues. You had spent the afternoon on John B.’s boat, drinking, smoking, swimming until you all were exhausted from the sun. But you could tell something was wrong with JJ the entire time.

When you had made a dirty play off of Pope’s words and looked to your best friend for a high five, he was staring off into the horizon. When Kiara’s bikini top came undone and she rushed to fix it while everyone howled in laughter, he wasn’t even paying attention. You caught him staring at you a few times, which made you ask him, “What’s up, dude?” But he would just shake his head with a dismissive mumble.

You were back at the Chateau, sitting on a lawn chair because John B. and Kiara had taken the hammocks. Pope was sitting on the ground while JJ paced back and forth behind you guys. There was definitely something on his mind.

As the sun started to set, John B. told everyone he was leaving to go see Sarah. Pope said something about all the chores he had to get done or else his dad was going to kill him. Kiara left with both boys, wanting to catch a ride back home before it got too late. Then it was just you and JJ.

You gathered the empty beer bottles and bags of chips to bring them inside the house, JJ quickly following close behind you. You thought he was going to say something to you, but he kept his mouth shut.

You shrugged off that thought as you looked around the trashed living room, deciding to clean up a little bit. It may not be your house, but you were there all the time and knew nobody else was going to clean up. As you grabbed a garbage bag to start working, you noticed JJ still standing in the doorway, not sure what to do with himself. You raised your brow at him questioningly, but he just awkwardly scratched the back of his head and sat down on the couch.

Then he just sat there quietly, watching you as you cleaned, yet another sign that something was wrong. The boy never missed an opportunity to tease you about your “house-wife tendencies,” as he likes to say.

You dropped the garbage bag you were carrying and made your way to sit next to him on the couch. “Alright, dude. What’s up?”

“What do you mean?” he countered quickly.

You scoffed. “You’ve been acting weird all day. I know when something’s off with you, J, so just spill it.”

His eyes met yours for a brief moment before he sighed. “I actually wanted to ask you something,” he started, but the silence that fell over the room afterwards made it clear he wasn’t going to continue.

“Okay,” you laughed softly. “Go ahead.”

“I just… I don’t know how to say it.” He was being timid, avoiding your gaze. You furrowed your brows. This wasn’t like the JJ you knew at all. He was never afraid to tell you anything, you guys were so close.

You laid a comforting hand on JJ’s knee, which was bouncing from nerves. “Come on, it’s just me.”

He took a deep breath, deciding to just get it out in the open. “What do girls like in bed?”

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it gets worse before it gets better

frat jj x reader

mkay i got two requests, one for subby jj smut and one for a conversation with his dad so i decided to combine them :)

warnings: nsfw, cursing, mentioned luke maybank

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hook ups, chapter six

summary: jj realises his years of emotional disconnect are finally coming back to bite him in the ass

words: 2.4k+

t/w: angst, uhh implications of jjs dad? idk its sort of up for interpretation, swearing, underage drinking and probably drug references

note: angst angst angst angst also ive finally gotten round to doing this, time for another like two week hiatus

“I take it whoever I hooked up with last night left?”

Her words rang around his still sleep-hazed head repeatedly, punching him harder in the gut each time it started over, a confusing loop of a sentence he had not expected to hear leave her mouth that morning.

Whoever I hooked up with. Whoever. JJ had to bite back his offended laugh. How much had she had to drink last night? How much had she had to smoke? Too much, clearly. He’d thought he’d been checking up on how faded he was. He was pretty shit at that. obviously.

But that was besides the point. The words hurt a little more than they probably should’ve, and that should’ve been his first hint. He failed to notice that, and that was becoming a recurring theme with him.

He turned back to the cereal boxes as he swallowed down his wounded ego, trying to think of something to reply with — what did he even want to say? Luckily for him, he didn’t have to say something, because Y/N was speaking again before he even had a second to formulate a response. “I heard the Kooks are having another kegger on the beach tonight.”

“Thank fuck,” JJ muttered, his voice sounding slightly different — strained, in his attempt to hide the mix of feelings washing through him. He could picture the confusion on Y/N’s face without having to turn around, but he figured she’d pass it off. After all, it wasn’t like he didn’t hide his feelings all the time, and she never questioned him then. “I’m so broke after buying them all.” She didn’t say anything, so he took that as his cue to continue his rambling — thankfully, rambling about nothing seemed to be the only thing he could do. “You know, I don’t know why you guys make me buy the beer all the time. I’m broke enough as it is.”

“JJ, Kie buys the beers,” Y/N reminded him, grin evident in her voice. JJ glanced back at her as he tipped the cereal into a bowl, raising a brow.

“You do realise all of your incomes are mine, right?” he asked, and Y/N laughed, nodding.

“Yeah, okay,” she agreed, and he passed her a cereal bowl. She gave him a grateful smile, ruffling his already messy hair as she started to eat. “Your back looks like it hurts.”

JJ smirked at that, wanting to laugh. He didn’t bring up that it was her, though, unsure of how she would react and not knowing whether he wanted to find out. “Yeah,” he said instead. “She was worth it, though.”

Y/N arched a brow then, interest piqued. “Really? Normally you just say they were hot,”

“Yeah, no,” he chuckled a little. “She was. . . She was different.”

“Don’t tell me you’re going soft, Maybank,” she teased. “She couldn’t have been that good.”

JJ just smiled, glancing away from the girl practically interrogating him to let his thoughts wander off again, his throat constricting and his hands getting sweaty as his mind replayed last night, his pants seeming to tighten slightly. He blushed a little, forcing his mind off of last night before his imagination got carried away. He looked up to see Y/N grinning at him tauntingly, her face radiating beauty despite just waking up after the long night she’d had. Her smile widened a little when she realised he was staring, and he rolled his eyes, forcing his gaze off of her.

Less than a second passed, and the door swung open and John B wandered in, Sarah on his heels. They greeted the two sat in the kitchen with tired smiles, before immediately retreating to John B’s room to flop down onto his bed and sleep, presumably.

“God, it’s like they haven’t slept in three weeks,” Y/N commented, looking at John B’s bedroom door as it swung shut.

JJ laughed lightly, nodding in agreement, before putting his bowl down and stating: “Uh, I have to go. I have a shift at Heyward’s today.”

Y/N nodded, watching as the boy hurriedly left the house. (The thought never occurred to her that Heyward never had JJ working mornings, though it probably should’ve, considering it was her responsibility to make sure JJ was with his dad as little as possible, and she knew his tendency to lie about where he was to make her feel better, even though it never worked and tended to just worry her more.)

JJ, on the other side of the Chateau’s front door, sat down on the porch, throat tightening and tears brimming in his eyes and he didn’t even know why. It was an alarming feeling, to be on the brink of tears and not even know what he was crying about, but he wiped at his eyes and stood up quickly, getting on his bike to put as much distance between his thoughts and whatever was bothering him as possible.

He biked to the beach well over the speed limit, the engine purring loudly as he continued to pick up speed, determined to clear his head of whatever was overwhelming him enough to bring him to tears by the end of the day.

It didn’t work.

The sun set, and he still hadn’t left the remote part of the beach, hidden from sight by the large rocks that enclosed him in. And, still, he felt like crying. He still hadn’t realised what it was that was bothering him so much, either, and that just seemed to bother him more. He liked to know what he was thinking and why, and being this out of touch with his emotions was distressing, to say the least.

He sighed as he laid back in the sand, looking up at the gradually darkening sky with a frown, his head in turmoil. God, what was wrong with him?

In hindsight, it was blatantly obvious why he felt like he did, but in his obliviousness, he didn’t notice how far he’d fallen for his best friend, how far he’d been falling for her since before he even knew what love was.

He truly was the epitome of knowing everything and nothing about love, wasn’t he?

Either way, he didn’t go to the kegger on the beach, and ended up switching off his phone to avoid Y/N’s calls and texts. He needed to think, and the problem was he relied on not thinking to get through life. Not thinking was the entire thing he based his personality off of, it was all he’d ever known, and he wasn’t sure how he’d even start with sorting through the mess that was his head.

He was an idiot. Why couldn’t he just know why he felt so conflicted, like everyone else did? He sighed, running a hand through his hair and sitting up. He should head home. Sleep was what he needed, right?

That didn’t work, either, though that may just have been because he didn’t get much sleep, hearing Y/N moans and the guy she was with grunting as they fucked in the room over, and that just seemed to upset him even more. Though that was just because she was one step closer to winning the bet, right? There was no other reason, surely.

In retrospect, he couldn’t have been further from the truth.

The day went by slowly, Y/N sending JJ concerned glances every now and again because he was oddly quiet, focused on something internal rather than voicing his thoughts as he always did. He was brushing off her questioning, though, responding to her with short answers before going back to his strange silence.

At least he was at the party that night, though, even if he was just sitting by the fire, a beer in hand, staring at the orange flames flickering in front of him rather than flirting with some Touron or telling a group of girls who always crowded around him, giggling, some stupid story he had probably told hundreds of times and seemed to get more and more exaggerated each time he told it. Y/N didn’t spend too much time questioning him at the party, figuring he was just tired or he’d gotten into one of the reserved, quiet moods he got into sometimes. And, besides, she needed to focus on winning the bet for when he was out of his odd mood, because otherwise he’d never stop teasing her about loosing just because she got worried because he was a little quieter than usual.

Eventually, though, she saw him start talking to the girl who’d approached him, and she smiled a little as she let the guy she’d been flirting with press his lips to her neck and slide his hand down to hers, tugging on her for her to follow him. She followed happily, confident as she walked across the sand, weaving through bodies and pressing the occasional kiss to the Touron’s neck.

JJ, on the other hand, wasn’t quite as certain as she was, trying to swallow the odd sense of guilt racking through him as he spoke to the Touron. Why was he feeling guilty? She wanted what he thought he wanted, and there was nothing that could make him feel guilty, and he’d never felt guilty about hook ups before. What’d gotten into him?

When she pressed her lips to his, that was when he felt like he couldn’t do it anymore. He was suddenly claustrophobic, frozen in place, his heart racing and his gut heavy with the guilt that’d refused to leave him alone. For a second, he was certain he was going to throw up -- fortunatley, she pulled away before he could get that far, a confused frown on her face, not understanding why he wasn’t kissing back, her eyes that looked oddly like Y/N’s staring intently into his. He couldn’t meet her gaze.

“Sorry, I’m, uh--” He felt a sob rise in his throat, and his eyes widened in confusion, Jesus Christ, what was going on with him? “I’m going to go.”

He stood up quickly, practically running from the girl he left sitting on the dead wood in confusion. He caught Y/N’s eye as he passed her, talking to a boy, and she quickly excused herself, grabbing his wrist as he darted past. He shrugged out of her grip, but slowed down his ridiculously fast pace to a walk, and she caught up with him quickly, walking beside him in silence; if he didn’t want to say anything, he wasn’t going to, and if he did, he’d tell her when they got far out of earshot of anybody else, so she just walked beside him in comforting silence, taking his hand in hers and giving it a light squeeze to let him know she was there when she saw him fighting back tears.

He didn’t say anything when they got to the Chateau, so she didn’t ask, just following him to his bedroom and hugging him as he cried his way to sleep, a concerned frown on her face as she pondered what the problem was, but she was far too concentrated on calming him down to fully try and work it out.

He sobbed into her collarbone, hands on her hips and body over hers as she played with his hair, hands massaging his scalp soothingly -- they’d alternate between this and resting on his back, her thumb tracing gentle circles onto his skin in a way that sent goosebumps up his neck, still unused to the gentle touch. It hurt Y/N every time she felt this, felt like someone was stabbing her right in the chest because she wished everyone else was there for him as much as she was, because there was no way anyone else in this world had given him half as much comfort as she had. Hell, John B, Pope and Kie hadn’t even noticed they’d left, and they were their best friends, supposed to be there for them no matter what. And yet, Y/N was the only one who’d noticed something was off, the only one who’d shown even a hint of concern throughout the day when the group had fallen silent at the absence of his stupid jokes, or pointless comments that always seemed to send them into fits of laughter.

She could never understand how they didn’t seem to notice when he was reserved and quiet, because the whole day, for Y/N, would feel wrong. The group without him wasn’t right. He didn’t seem to believe that, though, no matter how many times she told him on nights like this, when he forgot his worth and how much he meant to her, when he’d whimper into her shoulder and hug her so tightly she couldn’t breathe, just to be certain that she was there and she wasn’t going to leave him like so many people had done over the years.

Her heart panged just thinking about it, a painful, gut wrenching sensation that quickly pulled her out of her thoughts before she, too, burst into tears. She realised then that JJ had fallen asleep with his head buried in her chest, and she felt her frown ease a little bit, grateful that sleep would hopefully bring him at least some peace of mind -- though, she knew that not even sleep could save him from his plaguing, troubled thoughts. She let herself drift off, however, arms wrapped around him so when he woke up he’d know she was there, even if she was still asleep.

Her sleep was comforting, and even in her dream state she was subconsciously aware of hoping JJ’s was too, her dream going back to him every few minutes to be certain he was okay. She woke up to him looking up at her with bleary eyes, puffy and red from last night’s tears, but he gave her a small, wavering smile, and muttered out a hoarse: “Sorry. You didn’t have to come back with me.”

“You don’t have to say sorry,” she responded, her voice barely a whisper as her mind reeled at the thought of him still thinking that she’d choose to do anything other than this when she had to. “And I always will come back with you, JJ. Don’t you remember the promise from grade three?”

The promise was stupid -- he’d helped her up once when she’d fallen and grazed her knee, and he’d wiped her tears, donning the stupid grin that had never changed, and she decided he was her best friend right then and there, even more so when he’d held out a hand and stated: “I’ll help you up if you help me up.”

And that sentiment had stuck -- if he was there for her, she was there for him, and vice versa. It didn’t matter when, or why, it was what they did, and neither had ever broken that promise. Y/N knew that, if she did, she’d be beating herself up about it until death -- and she had no doubt that JJ felt the same.

He nodded, and laughed, and Y/N smiled, figuring he was back to normal. She couldn’t have been further from the truth, but if there was one thing JJ Maybank was good at, it was putting on a fake grin and pretending he was fine.

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bandana blindfolds ✃ one

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summary jj stumbles upon y/n at a party, and, intoxicated, their conversation leads to them exploring several kinks.

word count 3k+

warnings this is only and i really mean only smut so,,

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JJ Maybank would’ve never thought he’d manage to get you in bed — not even after the conversation on the beach, not even after you first pressed your lips to his two days ago. You, out of everyone on the island, were possibly the least likely person for him to have in his bed. But here he was; his hands roaming your almost-bare back as his lips connected to your jaw, pressing soft, sensual kisses against it. Your hands were wrapped around his neck, your legs straddling his waist, a breathy moan escaping your lips.

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the hidden kinks prologue

this is cowritten with @rudys-pankow — the chapters will be posted on alternate accounts so make sure to keep updated with both of our accs

summary: jj stumbles upon y/n at a party, and, intoxicated, their conversation leads to them exploring several kinks.

words: 0.9k+

t/w: i dont even know,,, uhh underage drinking??

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JJ Maybank wasn’t one to distance himself from an ongoing party. Even worse for a girl who chose to do so. But when his eyes landed upon you as you stared at the endless depths of the ocean glimmering faintly under the silvery moonlight, standing by the shore far from the crowds of drunk teenagers by the kegger, the sudden urge to approach you hit him like a dagger.

You weren’t fond of JJ Maybank, per se. Sure, he’s got the looks -- he had almost every girl in Outer Banks falling at his feet for that. But as a friend? You’ve never got the chance to get to know him as that. You walked in the fine, menacing line that distanced Pogues and Kooks which had come to be the reason your circle was small. Most Pogues saw you as nothing but a girl who was longing to be a Kook. Most Kooks saw you as a Pogue but with some extra cash. God knew neither group would associate themselves with you because you were too close to the other to be accepted.

So, when the blond himself takes inventory in the cold sand beside you, it was an understatement to say that you were surprised. A few too many drinks in, your mind had gone in a daze which led you to not hear him approaching -- and, even if you had, you would never have expected the footsteps in the sand to be his. After all, you’d probably had two conversations in your entire fifteen years of living in Outer Banks. Your groups just didn’t mix.

“Hi,” you spoke, voice not conveying half of your confusion -- the rest was written all over your face, with your brows furrowed and your eyes flickering from staring out over the dark ocean to meet his, equally as blue as the ocean, and almost as dark as the sea in the moonlight.

JJ suddenly realised this was a stupid idea, for once in his life regretting doing without thinking -- what was he supposed to say? He barely knew you, and he sure as hell didn’t know how to explain his sudden urge to walk over to you without sounding like an idiot, and he far less knew how to start a conversation. But he was staring blankly now, and that was almost worse. “Hi.”

Usually, JJ had no problem talking to girls. After all, he was the self-proclaimed flirt of the OBX, and shy wasn’t a word in his vocabulary. Now, though? Now, he could barely formulate a proper sentence in his head as he stared into your eyes, trying to think up something to say. He couldn’t just leave it at ‘hi’. That sounded stupid, and it’d make things awkward.

“I’m JJ,” he added finally, and that seemed even worse. He cringed at himself, wondering why he couldn’t just start speaking like he usually could as he waited for your response.

You nodded. “I know.” You were half expecting the cocky smirk you often saw him donning in return, but as you turned to face him properly, you saw that instead of the smirk, he was slightly smiling, obviously trying to work out what to say. “I’m Y/N.”

The blond paused for a moment, “I know.” he mimicked your words although it was from a lie. If he were being honest, he’d thought you were a Touron when he first saw you, but you didn’t have to know that. Besides, it gave him something to say.

The next few minutes were unexpected; yourself and JJ had engaged in a rather congenial conversation aside from the fact that consisted of his intoxicated-self throwing deep, philosophical questions your way to which you answered with what you liked to call it, intellect, although it was the alcohol talking. Either way, you’d never expected that tonight you’d end up talking to JJ and enjoying it.

“I’d let him tie me up and fuck my brains out.” You knew the words that left your lips were risky, especially when spoken in front of the infamous JJ Maybank, but your mind was elsewhere. These words were the only ones you could form when JJ decided to question you further about your celebrity crush.

“You say that but I can bet that you’re a prude.” JJ commented, credence laced in his voice as his hands sinked into the cold sand particles leaning back, the well-renowned and long overdue smirk plastered on his face as he stared at you intently.

A scoff left your lips, mustering up the right response to a statement as unexpected as the one he had passed over to you. “Oh, you wish I was.” you mumbled under your breath -- however, loud enough for him to hear. Looking up and in his direction, you felt heat rush through your cheeks after noticing his gaze was already set upon you.

“Now, why would I wish such a thing?” JJ commented, his smirk only widening. You suddenly found yourself wondering how he could say things like that with such casual ease, teeth sinking into your lower lip as you stared back at him. The moonlight fell right on his cerulean eyes, and that sight alone would’ve been enough to send your thoughts wandering out of reality but not today, it wasn’t.

“I wouldn’t be one to know, but I’m not.” the tone of your voice was changing, changing into a much more inviting and challenging tone. “And I can prove it.”

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the challenges of having sex in a dorm room

summary: jj’s visiting you while at you’re at college and you take advantage of your roommate being gone for the weekend.

warnings: smut, folks.

notes: this is a continuation of brother’s best friend. i got so motivated to write, so that’s what i did. also, here’s a mood board of harley maybank, who will 100% make appearances in the future. it is my mission to make all of you fall in love with her ok.

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“God,” JJ groaned when you opened the door to your dorm room, huffing and falling face first on your twin sized bed. The fairly lights that were strung above your bed were still on and illuminated his tired posture. You couldn’t help but let out a laugh.

“Two weeks,” he mumbled into the pillow. “Two weeks since I saw you.”

“You saw me three days ago,” you mentioned. He lifted his head to look behind. You closed the door and stood at the foot of the bed.

“That didn’t count,” he said. JJ sat up and dangled his legs off the side of the bed, feet planted to the floor. “You drove me to work when I needed my car fixed.”

“And I cherish that hour with you,” you said, walking towards him, pressing a kiss to his forehead. JJ closed his eyes and savored the feeling of your soft lips on his skin.

“I have a few days off,” he said. “I think my boss was high strung because she needed to push out the first draft by this morning.”

“Is it always like that?”

“Pretty much,” he said. You were situated between his legs and he put his hands on your waist, holding you steady. “I live for that rush, though. It’s amazing to see everyone working on scripts for big budget movies. I was only miserable because I couldn’t see you.”

“So sappy,” you said, rolling your eyes. “If Harley could see you, she’d throw up.” JJ let out a boisterous laugh at the mention of his younger sister and nodded in agreement.

“I try to keep my boyfriend side on the low down when I’m around her. I know she says she’s cool with us dating but it must be weird for her.”

You shrugged. “Not weird, just different. I mean, we’ve been dating for nearly six months at this point and I hardly feel like that’s time to get used to anything, especially since all three of us moved away.”

“I miss her sometimes,” he said. “I’m happy she’s in New York, but I miss annoying her.”

“Speak of the Devil,” you said, laughing as you showed JJ your phone screen. Harley’s contact appeared along with a photo of her as a baby, to which JJ awed.

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Need A Hand?

Pairing: JJ Maybank x Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Genre: smut

Warnings: swearing, masturbation, fingering, oral (female receiving), some voyerism, little bit of dom/sub tendencies

Summary: @maybanktho posted a list of JJ concepts they’re too lazy to write so I took it upon myself to write walking in on JJ 🤜🏼🥩 & helping him out. So that’s what this is.

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Waking up with morning wood was nothing new to JJ. Usually he’ll lie in bed for a few minutes and check his notifications and that’ll make it go down. And if that doesn’t work, he’ll jump in the shower and it’ll go away when the cold water hits him. Neither of those things worked today so there he was, lying on John B’s spare bed thinking about anything he could to make his boner disappear.

It refused.

Even when John B rapped hard on his door and scared the crap out of him, it was still present, still straining against his boxers and shorts that he had messily stuffed himself into after his shower.

“Yo!” John B yells and knocks again.

“Bro, it’s unlocked,” JJ yells back.

John B turns the handle and pushes the door open, finding JJ curled up in bed and under the covers still. He squints, trying to figure out why he’s still in bed.

“Not feeling good,” JJ lies. Really he’s just in bed and under the covers until this stupid fucking boner goes away and he can get on with his life.

“Ah. Well, Sarah’s parents are at work so I’m leaving.”

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Pope heyward x reader. Reader is kiaras rich ass kook friend who just moved there and kiara is always hanging at her house (her parents aren’t in obx so it’s just them) and kie invites the boys over + ofc jj is like yo she’s hot and he’s flirting but she’s more interested in pope who looks like he’s in an alternate universe at this beautiful girl choosing to talk to him. And they kiss n shit and it’s cute and he stays overnight n they cuddle. Thank you ;))

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unrequited — jj maybank

summary: she loved him, but he couldnt say the same

words: 1.2k+

t/w: swearing, angst, unrequited love

request: this was a request from @dpaccione

“Can you do 1, 5 and 7 from the prompt list you just posted with JJ please 🥺💕”

Prompt one: “We’re not just friends, and you fucking know it.”

Prompt five: “Well. Yell, scream, say something. Anything.”

Prompt seven: “I hate how much I love you.”

note: i’m sorry if this isn’t what you wanted!! i’ve been trying to get through my fics and i realise that by doing this i could twist it into something a little different

Having a crush on the person who slept around the most in the whole of Outer Banks was honestly one of the worst feelings ever. Every time Y/N saw a girl leaving his bedroom, or him approaching someone at a party, or a Kook hit on him while they were all sat around them, jealousy was burning in the bottom of her stomach, tears threatening to spill from her eyes, which she could never tear away from him for too long.

He didn’t seem to notice, though, because he’d always end up coming back to her with his irritatingly attractive smile and his jokes and his perfect everything, and she could never fucking stay angry at him. That was probably the thing that hurt the worst — the fact that, as much as he hurt her, she would still love him until the day she died. After all, who didn’t love JJ Maybank?

She looked over at him them, wanting the sight of the grin he seemed to be always wearing to take the bitterness in her away — and, sure enough, it did, and she smiled, looking over at him laughing with the other Pogues at whatever it was that they’d been saying. He glanced over at her, tilting his beer towards her and giving her a lazy smile. She returned it, giving him a nod before looking away, waiting until his eyes left her before she glanced back to him. He had gone back to talking to the group quickly, but a girl was suddenly at his arm, eyelashes fluttering as she asked something Y/N didn’t quite catch, but judging by the smirk on JJ’s face, it was exactly what she could’ve guessed it to be.

The girl rolled her eyes, jaw clicking in annoyance as she stood up, telling the Tourons who she’d been standing with that she was just going to get a drink. Honestly, she doubted they’d notice if she just left, much less care.

She wandered over to the boy she’d been staring at for the past few minutes casually, rolling her eyes at the smirk pulling on John B’s face as she approached the group.

“Hey, guys,” she greeted, a fake smile on her face as she forced her gaze not to meet JJ’s. She didn’t miss the laugh Kiara hid behind her hand, but she didn’t comment on it, knowing JJ would be too interested on the girl now clinging to his arm to notice.

“Hey,” Pope responded, sending JJ an elbow to the ribs in the least subtle way possible.

JJ looked away from the girl, a grin appearing on his face at the sight of Y/N, and he shrugged the girl off of his arm easily. “Oh, hey, Y/N.”

“Yeah, hi, JJ,” she muttered, taking one of the clean solo cups from where they’d been stacked up by the kegger and filling it with the cheap beer Kiara had brought.

The Touron girl was back on his arm in a second, but he wasn’t interested in her anymore, too busy watching Y/N to care that her cousin’s friend’s sister had a boyfriend who looked just like him, or that the boyfriend had hooked up with her cousin once.

Y/N, however, seemed anything but interested in JJ, refusing to even look at him as she threw herself into a conversation with the other Pogues. He frowned a little, confused — normally she loved talking to him.

“Donald Duck would kick Mickey Mouse’s ass in a fight,” Y/N insisted. “Have you seen that thing? I’d be scared of him.”

“Bullshit,” JJ laughed, trying to slide into a conversation with her. “Mickey Mouse would take him down. He literally walks a dog double the size of him.”

“Pluto looks like a twig,” Kie shot back, and Y/N simply ignored the boy, causing him to frown a little more as the blonde girl to his right tugged on his sleve in a desperate attempt to get him to notice her. He frowned, glancing over to the girl practically begging for his attention, and rolled his eyes, shrugging her off of his arm again. She wasn’t the one he wanted to talk to. She wasn’t the one who normally wanted to talk to him.

His eyes moved off of the Touron he hadn’t bothered to learn the name of again, turning his whole body away from her in the hopes she’d get the hint. Thankfully, this time, she seemed to realise he really wasn’t interested, because he heard her cursing him out as she walked away. He only laughed, diverting all of his focus off of her and on the group in front of him. More specifically, the girl he’d been wanting to talk to all night.

After almost another hour of garnering not even a glance from Y/N, JJ finally decided he’d had enough, pulling her away from the group with a frown on his face and hurt settling in his stomach. He could hear his friends commenting their relief behind him, clearly having felt the tense atmosphere too, but ignored them, pulling Y/N to a more secluded part of the beach.

“Why are you upset with me?” he hissed the second he thought they were far enough so that no other drunk teens would hear their conversation.

“I’m not,” she stated simply, trying to pull away from him. He blocked her way, his face contorting into an even deeper frown as he tried to work out what he’d done to make her so upset with him. The guilt bubbling in his gut was undeniable, a horrible feeling that seemed to want to tear him apart, and disappointment in himself was threatening to let tears spill from his eyes, and regret about something he didn’t even know happened was so overwhelmingly painful that he stopped breathing for a moment to regain some control at least.

“You are,” he finally forced out. “Tell me what I did. Please.”

Y/N had promised herself she wasn’t going to cry when she finally confronted him, but she hadn’t expected the emotions she was feeling to be this strong as she struggled to hold back tears. “Fuck, JJ, can’t you see? It’s you! It’s her! It’s you and that stupid fucking Touron who shouldn’t matter to any of us but she matters so fucking much because she’s got you and I don’t, and she can have you but I can’t! And it hurts so fucking much, JJ, because I hate how much I love you. I hate that I love you even though you make me cry myself to sleep. I hate that I love you even though you’re a womanising, drug addict, glorified fuckboy criminal. I hate that I love you even though I know you don’t love me back, but I can’t fucking help it, because we’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”

She was sobbing by now, tears falling down her cheeks at a more rapid pace with each voice crack, each slight change of JJ’s expression. He stared back at her blankly, trying to stutter out a response. His mouth just hung open in silence, and Y/N’s upset grew a little more, along with a slight feeling of anger directed at no one, but just anger at the world, at how unfair this was.

“Well, yell, scream, say something,” she pleaded, “Anything.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I love you, just not in the way that you want me to.”

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