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#jj maybank headcanon
rubiehart · 1 day
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this did things to me…
“i know, it’s okay, it’s okay.”
just fuck me already jayj!!
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moremaybank · 6 months
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reader and jj calling each other out about your kinks as a joke and he tells reader he has a breeding link and wants her to have all his babies
breeding kink!jj is acc my weakness
"Your praise kink is outta hand, baby. All I have to do is say good girl and you're instantly wet," JJ laughs, poking your cheek.
You're currently lying down on your couch, both of you on your sides and facing each other. You have a fire going, the quiet crackling filling the air and the warm-toned glow casting over the living room.
Somehow, you'd gotten into the conversation of discussing your kinks. Honestly, it was just the two of you poking fun.
"Oh, please. You're the one who's always begging to fuck me in public. The back of Heyward's, the washroom at The Wreck, the hammock at the chateau..." you list. "You couldn't keep it in your pants if your life depended on it. Needy boy."
"You like how needy I am," he states, rolling his eyes.
You shrug, a teasing grin gracing your features. "Maybe I do."
"You wanna know another kink of mine?"
"Sure. Hit me."
He can't help himself. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
"Focus, Maybank."
JJ switches your positions, climbing on top of you and caging you in with your back against the couch. He drops some kisses onto your collarbone, and then up to your ear. "I have a massive breeding kink, baby. If I ever fuck you raw, I don't think I'll be able to pull out."
Your heart pounds in your chest, and you can't ignore the fluttering in your core. "Is that so?"
"Mhm. I wouldn't stop filling you up until I was sure that you were carrying my baby in there."
And you're swooning. "Tell me again, J."
He starts pulling at the hem of your pants. "I wanna give you a baby. 'M gonna give you all my damn babies."
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rafesmuse · 20 days
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jj maybank’s hot and confident baddie!gf hcs ˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚
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ꨄ︎ this man is head over heels for you, kissing the ground you walk on type of energy. golden retriever & black cat couple. his friends frequently joke that you wear the pants in the relationship but he doesn’t care about anyone’s opinion— he feels like the luckiest man alive. “i’m her bitch? hell yeah i am.”
ꨄ︎ he feels so proud when you stick up for him, especially against the kooks. he’s ready to fight anyone that disrespects him but before he gets the chance, you’re already putting them in their place. he proudly watches you with the biggest smile on his face, letting you do your thing. “that’s my girl.”
ꨄ︎ doesn’t mind being submissive for you in the bedroom. calls you ‘mommy’ sometimes and lets you take control whenever you want to— it’s so fucking hot to him. he loves it when you praise him while you’re rocking your hips back and forth on his cock, whispering in his ear what a good boy he is.
ꨄ︎ he’s completely obsessed with you. always taking candid pictures of you and setting them as his lockscreen. his instagram page is filled with you as well, whether it’s the two of you together or just you alone. he’s literally your biggest fan and hypeman. “turn your head juuuust a bit to the left mamas, need to get that highlighter on camera.”
ꨄ︎ this man does anything for you. and with anything i mean anything. you ask for it and he will get it, no matter what. “oh, you think that puppy is cute? alright, ma’am. gimme three… maybe four working days and a puppy will be delivered right to your door step.” “j, that’s not wha-“ “sssh, just lemme make my girl happy.”
ꨄ︎ poor baby gets so sad when you get attention from men. he refuses to talk to you for an hour and will pout and sulk all day with his arms crossed. “he totally wanted to fuck you babe” “don’t be stupid, he was the goddamn waiter!” “so? doesn’t mean he didn’t wanna fuck you. did you see the way he looked at you when he served us those burgers?!”
ꨄ︎ you’re very protective of him and you make sure luke won’t ever lay a finger on jj again. jj spends most of his time at your house because he feels so at ease there, but if he needs to grab something from his house, you always go with him. if it escalates, you will have jj’s back before it gets out of hand. "listen, 'cause I'm only gonna say it once. touch him again and you're gonna be in big fucking trouble, got it?”
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angelofcigs · 19 days
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pogue!reader x jj
warning: smut. oral (both m and f receiving). little bit rough but nothing too crazy. cocky JJ giving reader mind blowing sex with a plot is all this really is.
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The weeks following your healing tattoo were some rough weeks for JJ.
You wanted to surprise him, so you kept the new ink a secret until it fully healed. But, until then, JJ’s hands had to be off of you - something nearly impossible for him.
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A regular day out on the boat suddenly turned sour when you refused to go out for a swim.
JJ furrowed his brows at you, nodding his head towards the water for you to join him.
You smiled lightly at him, shaking your head.
He left you alone for a bit, letting you read your book while he and the rest of the pogues cooled off in the water.
Eventually, it got too hot sitting in the sun, your denim shorts causing sweat to drip down your spine. So, you set your book down and moved to the edge of the boat to dip your feet in the water.
JJ was quick to swim over to you, tugging at your legs trying to get you in the water.
“Stop, JJ. I’m on my period”, you lied, and he finally understood, leaving a kiss on your ankle and resting his wet hair on your thighs.
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It was even harder to get him to keep his hands to himself, and vice versa.
It was no secret that JJ was one horny motherfucker - so more than 3 days of no sex was a lot for you, not to mention the current 2 week period you’ve abstained from.
He was practically begging for you at this point, though you could delay his pleas for your pussy by using your mouth instead.
It worked, but it was nothing like being in you, feeling your wet warmth squeeze around him, hearing your whines of his name fall past your lips.
So when, amid a heavy make-out session with you, you pushed his hand away from the buttons of your denim shorts, and he finally broke.
“Are you fucking somebody else?”, he scoffed, clearly hurt that you weren’t begging for his touch the way you used to.
“What?”
“It’s been two fucking weeks since you let me touch you,” he complained.
“JJ I didn’t-”
“Who is he?”, he asked, jaw clenching, not caring about volume despite the lack of privacy on the Chateau couch the two of you sat on.
“JJ I’m not cheating on you!”, you giggled.
He fidgeted with the belt loop of your shorts, avoiding your eyes as he spoke, “Just be honest with me - you’re fuckin’ torturing me leading me on like this sweetheart.”
You grabbed his jaw, forcing him to make eye contact with you.
“JJ, I am not cheating on you”, you smirked, taking a deep breath, “the reason I haven’t had sex with you in a while is that-”
“You’re pregnant!”, he shouted, genuinely convinced.
You pushed at his chest, “Would you shut up, JJ? Let me finish!”
“Oh I’ll let you finish if you just let me get in there…”, he growled, pulling your hips closer to his, holding onto your heel to stop you from escaping.
You giggled, “Oh my god, let me finish, seriously!”
He smirked again, about to talk only to be silenced by your palm over his mouth.
You stared at his glossy blue eyes for a moment, lost in them. Something about these two weeks of no sex made you that much more needy for him, the entire essence of him seeming to turn you on.
"Okay," you gulped nervously, “don’t freak out, okay?”
He looked you up and down, eyes lingering at your chest, only covered by your white lace bra, nervous as to what you were about to tell him and equally turned on.
“I did something really stupid,” you slowly removed your hand from his mouth.
He opened his mouth, only to be silenced by you again.
“Don’t talk.”
He got comfortable, resting his arms on the back of the couch as you stared out the living room window of the chateau, watching the way the moon glimmered off of the water.
You sighed, suddenly anxious. “The reason I didn’t let you touch me, y’know… there,” you awkwardly said fiddling open the button of your shorts, “was because,” you shrugged the shorts off, “I got this.”
You moved into the moonlight so he could see your tattoo in full light: enjoy it.
He stared at the tattoo just beside where your white lacey underwear ended, mouth agape.
You bit your lip anxiously, “do you not like it?”
He didn’t respond, he just licked his lips.
His silence only worsened your anxiety, making you ramble. “I’m sorry, JJ. I should’ve told you before I got it. It was a stupid decision I was drunk and-”
He ignored your chatter, pulling you closer, kissing your lips with hunger. His lips left wet kisses down your body, eventually laying you down on the beat-up couch.
Reaching behind you to unclip your bra, he sucked and bit at your chest, loving the hushed whines you let out, knowing you were too embarrassed to let out any noise but always failed to do so around him.
Kissing a line down your stomach as you flinched, ticklish there, he finally got to your underwear line and tugged the flimsy material down your tanned legs.
Lifting your legs over his shoulders, he marked up the inside of your thighs, never losing your eyes in the process.
Pausing to admire your fresh ink, he smirked.
“Do you like it?”, you hummed, genuinely concerned he didn’t approve.
“I fuckin’ love it, sweetheart,” he hummed, pressing a kiss directly onto your clit.
Pushing his tongue in and out of you, switching between fucking you with it and toying with your clit, he pulled back and switched to his fingers, stretching you out.
You whined, not used to the stretch as it had been so long since he touched you like this.
“I know baby, I know. It’s been a while, huh?”, he condescendingly nodded at you, making fun of you for how helpless you were within the one minute he was playing with your pussy for.
“JJ,” you moaned when you felt his fingers curl up into you. You searched for some kind of stability, grabbing into his shoulder, acrylic nails biting into the sunburnt skin.
He tutted, slapping your hand off of his shoulder, “I’m not takin’ it easy on you, sweetheart.”
You whined, trying to plead for him to make you cum, not leave you high and dry, giving him those doe eyes that normally would make him do anything for you.
“No,” he hummed, “you made me wait, what…”, he paused lifting his thumb onto your clit, bringing you closer to your climax, “2 ish weeks?”
He slowed the circles on your clit, “That right, baby?”
You ignored him, too caught up in the feeling, but got pulled back to reality by his slap on the side of your thigh.
“It’s not nice to ignore somebody, is it baby?”, he pulled his fingers out, now just leaving delicate kisses down your pussy.
“You know what else isn’t nice? Having a girlfriend who wouldn’t let me in her for two fuckin weeks straight,” he complained, pulling his shirt off of his broad shoulders, walking away from you to grab a condom from his wallet.
Searching in his wallet, you got lost staring at his back. His tan, freckled, muscular back, was usually littered with scratches from your nails, but since your two-week break is the cleanest it’s ever looked.
“You gonna fuckin answer me?”, he pushed, pulling your thighs back apart, you now noticing in your dazed-out phase that he was now fully undressed, rolling the condom on in between your thighs.
“What?”, you quietly asked, clearly not paying any attention to whatever he was saying.
“You can’t fuckin think straight either, can you baby?”, he grabbed the tip of his cock, teasing it between your folds.
“Guess I’m not the only one who can’t go two weeks without sex,” he grunted, as he thrust into you, not waiting for you to adjust to his size.
You were left breathless at the stretch, tugging at the hair at the nape of his neck for some sense of support.
“It…” he groaned as he thrust harshly into you, “was fuckin… torture baby.”
You mewled, “Wanted… wanted to surprise you D-Daddy.”
“Yeah?”, he nodded, grinning at you as he lifted one leg higher than the other to get deeper in you.
Feeling his balls hit the back of your thighs, his trimmed pubes tickling your clit with each thrust, you were barely coherent - he loved it. All you seemed to be able to do was make little squeaks of “Oh” with each thrust in you.
“You surprised me, alright,” he answered, running his calloused thumb over the still healing tattoo, making you hiss at the pain.
He smirked at you as you could barely keep your eyes open, so overwhelmed with pleasure.
Letting you get closer to an orgasm, he stilled his movements once he felt you clench around him, right before you could cum. You begged him to move, trying to move yourself and failing as his strong arms held you down.
“JJ,” you whined, as he pulled out of you, your thighs left spread, still hoping for him to come back to you.
He stared at the wet mess between your thighs, stepping back to get a better view.
Tugging the condom off, he jerked himself off as he stared at your body, groaning at the sight.
You moved your hand down to yourself, wanting to feel the same pleasure he was feeling, only to be scolded.
“Don’t you dare fuckin move.”
You whined even louder, forgetting about the others who might be awake listening.
Watching you clench around nothing, your wetness dripping out of you onto the soft blanket beneath you, he sneered.
“See how it fuckin feels?”
You bit on the tip of your acrylic nail, squirming in an attempt to find some form of relief. You whined, practically begging for him to help you out. He only smirked at you, letting himself finish staring at your awestruck face, his cum falling onto his abs, his load larger than normal due to your lack of help the past two weeks.
He let you stare, let the feeling of not being able to touch set in. “See how it feels? This is what it’s like having your girlfriend not let you fucking touch her.”
You sat up, leaning closer to him, still wiggling your hips for some friction. “JJ, please.”
He stared at you, tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek. “You’re gonna have to do a lot more than just begging, princess.”
“Please, JJ! I need you, please,” you begged.
“So fuckin pathetic,” he snickered, grabbing his shirt to clean himself up.
With wide, worried eyes, you grabbed his shirt from him before he could wipe the cum off of himself.
“What?”, he narrowed his eyes at you.
“Let me clean you up.”
He’d never say no to that. So, he let you. He did his best to ignore the amazing feeling of your mouth on him, still mad at you for the two weeks you made him wait.
He couldn’t be mad at you however, when he saw you retract your fingers, coated in his cum, from his cock only to bring them down to your pussy, mixing the two juices together.
Making direct eye contact and only breaking it when the pleasure was too much to keep your eyes open, you played with yourself, moaning his name pornographically to make him even more desperate for you.
He smirked down at you - how could he continue being mad at you when you’re just that hot?
Finally thrusting himself back into you, this time with no condom, the two of you finally forgave each other.
As he let you finish around him (which in turn made him cum a second time), he thumbed your tattoo, admiring it.
He smiled sweetly at you, completely contrasting the devilish attitude he held earlier, and put his boxers back on to get you cleaned up.
Going into the room over, he grabbed a spare shirt of his, a hair tie, a fresh pair of underwear, and a warm washcloth for you. Dressing you and wiping the cum off of you, he patted your bum as he whisked you off to the bathroom to pee.
Once you returned, he was waiting on the couch for you, scrolling through his phone. When he saw you leaning on the doorframe, blushing at the sight of him shirtless, still breathless from the sex, brushing his hands through his sandy locks.
Feeling your stare, he acknowledged you.
“C’mere,” he invited you, having you sit on his thigh, your arm holding onto your shoulder.
Lifting your shirt, he tugged your panties slightly to the side.
“Again?!”, you huffed, far too tired for another round.
He scoffed, “No, I’m tryna be a gentleman you perv.”
Grabbing the bottle of Aquaphor on the coffee table, he applied a layer to your tattoo, wanting to protect your new addition.
Once he was done with that, he applied the leftover balm to your lips, kissing you to apply some to his as well.
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The next morning, you woke up with JJ’s heavy arms around you, and the smell of pancakes Sarah must have been making filled your nose.
Pushing his arms off of you, you got up and grabbed a plate, not caring to put pants on - you practically lived here so everybody was used to you walking around practically naked in the mornings anyways - and how was that any different from a swimsuit?
Grabbing a glass of cold water, you soon heard JJ’s groans for you from the couch.
“I know JJ, one second.”
“You two uh… have a wild night last night, didn’t you?”, John B teased, ruffling your hair.
“Oh shuddup,” you rolled your eyes, “as if we don’t hear you and Sarah every night.”
Sitting back down with JJ, he kissed your cheek, stealing the pancakes from your plate, ignoring your complaints.
“Kie,” you called.
“Yeah?”
“He knows.”
“He knows?!”, she gasped. “Well, no shit they had a crazy night last night! I’m just glad I wasn’t here for it.”
JJ choked on the pancakes, “Holdup… she knows?!”
“Mhmmm”, you hummed.
“I’m lost,” Pope admitted.
“Me too.”
Kie popped a grape into her mouth, raising her eyebrows at you, “She got tatted.”
Sarah gasped, “Where? When?!”
“See, that’s the issue with where she chose to get tatted - when people ask that question it makes things a little awkward,” Kiara spoke, recalling the fight the two of you drunkenly had at the tattoo parlor.
“Hey, the guy said it would look cute and he was right!”, you retorted.
JJ choked again, this time on the water, “A guy did that to you? What the fuck?!”
“Relax,” you hit his shoulder “it was professional.”
He scowled at you, and the group fell into a silent confusion.
You stood and showed the tattoo, the group only getting a peek before JJ was wrapping his arms around you to hide the tattoo.
“Hey!”, you pushed him away. “I’m proud of this!”
“You were last night,” he joked.
“Oh shut up JJ.”
“It’s cute,” Sarah complimented, “feisty. Like you.”
You got up, popped a piece of pancake in your mouth, and kissed her on the cheek.
Throwing a grape at JJ, you grabbed his keys and slipped a pair of shorts on, shrugging your sandals on.
“C’mon bubs, you owe me a Plan B pill.”
He grumbled, getting his boots on and following you out to the car.
“You two are what’s wrong with America,” Pope complained, pretending to throw up.
“Oh, fuck off,” the two of you said in unison.
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amoraffairs · 1 year
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❁ Watermelon, Surfing & Butterflies
summary: meeting JJ & him becoming an absolute simp for you at first glance
“Alright I’m here” JJ announces as he walks into the surf shop. John B glares at him. “JJ we opened two hours ago.” The boys finally opened their surf shop they dreamed about, but we struggled with the actual working part.
JJ glances at you, who looks around the shop confused. As if,you’re not sure what you’re looking for. JJ could feel his cheeks flush just by looking at you.
You were wearing a flowy sundress, covered with tiny flowers, a bunch of brightly designed bracelets on your wrist, and dangly earrings of a shape he couldn’t make of.
Everything about seemed like you walked out of a Jane Ally—Jane Alston—Jane whatever book Kie mentioned. That didn’t stop the urge he felt to walk over to you.
“You’re right. Going to get started right now” JJ says walking towards.
“Wait really—Oh ok “ John B tells him a teasing tone in his voice.
JJ glares at John B but still continuing making his way toward you.
“You need help” His questions startles you as you been focused on trying to find what you were looking for.
“Oh um no thank you—actually yes please” JJ smiles which makes you feel at ease.
“Do you know what surf wax is. I attempted surfing the other day & I kept slipping off my board. I’ve got like five big bruises to prove it. Anyway the internet said surf wax was supposed to help with that.” You ramble.
“You live in OBX & are just surfing now?” It was rare to find someone at Outer Banks who didn’t know how to surf.It was staple there.
“Ohh i’m not from here. I just moved here. I start college here. I mean technically it’s community college. I decided if I can only attend community college then I might as well attend somewhere pretty.” JJ wouldn’t be so sure about the pretty part, but he wasn’t going to crush your fantasy.
Butterflies. Your earrings are butterflies, JJ finally noticed. JJ interrupts his starring and realizes you’re waiting on him to answer your question.
“Oh surf wax, yeah we have surf wax. “ He says, directing you towards the section where it’s located. He points out all the different scents before you finally decide on watermelon.
You were about to leave the store, thanking JJ for his help before JJ blurted, “You know, if you're still struggling with surfing we offer lessons.” They don’t, that wasn’t a thing.
“Really?” You ask hopeful. Any help you could get would mean so much.
“Of course, just stop by any time & Ill teach you” JJ knew how much of a fool he was making of himself, how desperate he looked but he couldn’t stop the words from coming out.
You let out a smile. A genuine smile, one that instantly causes JJ to make it his life mission to have you smiling all the time.
Once you leave the shop, JJ turns around to find John B & Sarah watching.
“Shut up. Shut up. Shut up” JJ mutters but is ignored by John B mocking him.“Oh I’ll teach you”
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urwhorecrux · 1 month
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⋆ ˚⁀➷ ₊˚⊹⋆ 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘫𝘫 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘬
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— dating jj maybank; beach picnic dates. watching the sunrise together. secretly the little spoon. teaching you how to surf, even if you’re nervous he’s there for you. shows you off all the time.
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stvolanis · 15 days
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jj would definitely get a a prince albert piercing one night while drunk.
admittedly, the next morning while dealing with a hangover, he would regret it. Especially with the throbbing pain, and uncomfortable tug of it against his boxers. Best believe the only reason he did it was because John B said he wouldn’t. And of course, Pope knew he would.
but, it wasn’t all bad. Matter of fact, it wasn’t bad at all. Especially when you sat there, naked with your nipples hardened from the unwelcomingly cold air, on your knees with your pretty tongue swirling around the piercing once it had healed. He looked the prettiest like this. His head thrown back, mouth hung agape and at a loss for words as you suckled his leaking tip into your mouth—making sure to pay extra attention to his piercing.
and he completely forgot about why he regretted it in the first place. Especially when you laid quivering under him, eyes dazed and fucked out with your hands balled into fists against the sheets, moans stuttering out brokenly as his pierced tip drags along your inner walls. “So good. Y’feel so good, jj—” you muttered out over and over again, chanting it like it was your religion.
“Gotta thank John B later then, huh?”
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maybank-archives · 26 days
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caught - jj maybank
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warning: +18. NSFW CONTENT. MINORS DNI. sex. language. public sex. oral sex
word count: 1.4k
author’s notes: hi!! look who remembered the password to this blog!!! it's been a chaotic but gooooood couple of months, kinda fell out of my obx phase but I'm back and I miss writing sm!!! so to all my horny babes here's a unpublished piece (that was unfinished since october) hope yall enjoy!
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every time you and JJ were caught.
occupied —
my back is pressed against the wall, JJ holds me tightly, his lips are pecking and biting the side of my neck as he buries himself inside of me. JJ’s hands cover my mouth as his thrust becomes faster.
I didn't even get the chance to get in the shower, my shorts were stuck on my knees, same thing with JJ. I suck him for 5 seconds before he pulls me on my feet and fuck me against the wall.
“y/n did you lock yourself?” Sarah’s voice rasped on the voice
I press my lips together concentrating on giving her an answer, but as JJ keeps pounding into me, I’m pretty sure she can hear my muffled cry.
“I’m gonna come princess, shit,” JJ whispers in my ear
“I…oh gosh, I'm good,” I squeeze out
JJ presses his body closer as he gives me his last thrusts, I look at him and see him control himself not to curse as he fills me with his cum.
“Are you sure?” Sarah insists
“YES,” that was for jj, who cupped my pussy and drew his fingers on my clit.
“for fucks sake, is JJ there with you?” I hear John B. shout at the door
He gives a little chuckle before giving the door a few thumps “Can no one get laid in this house?”
“y’all are disgusting, there's a bedroom, you know?”
“oh my god”
you hear the rest of them say outside, but my mind is far away from this reality and it's focused on JJ giving me an orgasm.
hammock —
we're both spread out in the hammock. it started with a massage, I swear.
It's a massage… on JJ’s dick.
bringing the blanket outside was an unintentional good idea. I threw on top of our lower bodies as my hand accidentally started stroking JJ's cock.
his body joint under my touch, I gave him the perfect amount of pressure, tugging his wet foreskin and sweeping up the beads of precum at the tip.
JJ gasps as I bring my hands to my mouth, giving it a nice lick and stroking him down again. but faster.
I could feel him getting closer. his eyes shut tight, his arms around me felt tense, and then…pope exited the chateau facing us, laying static on our back. too late, he realized JJ’s expression and the motion of my hands.
“Ew guys, c’mon, we all used this,” he says turning his back to us
I buried my face in JJ's neck laughing.
volume –
shoving her bikini bottom to the side, I grip her hips as y/n settles on top of me, slowly sinking. I could die watching her bounce on my cock.
I palm her tits as she rocks back and forth, using me to hit the spot that makes her whine.
speaking of whining, we're lucky that there's no one home, cause we're definitely not using our indoor voices.
her palms planted on my chest, as she supported herself. her nails buried in my skin as she moans.
“just like that baby, let me see you come,”
The dirty request makes her fasten the pace and bounce in circles. I clenched my ass trying to hold the climax.
“oh fuck, jj.” she cries while her legs shake, that's my signal.
I flip us over and bury myself deeper inside of her. groaning, I gave her rough thrusts, feeling her squeezing me.
“fuck baby, don't stop j,” her sweet moans send a bolt of heat to my balls. I rise on my knees, angling her hips watching her pussy slide back and forth as she grasps at the bedsheets. 
“yes, yes,” y/n gives me one less moan as she milks my shaft. my muscles clench as she climaxes and I come right away, painting.
“oh fuck, y/n,” I grunt as my body relaxes
“ayo, glad y'all are done, 'cause I need to sleep,” we hear John B shouting as he bangs into the wall.
“oh…no,” y/n says, hiding her face with her palms.
“too late to be shy, cupcake,”
beach —
The tent was mostly in darkness, but the moon's glow peeked through. Y/N slipped in so quietly that I barely noticed. She moved around, and I could sense her doing stuff, but I was too tired to pay much attention.
I gave her a little peak and sure thing, her topless self was taking her shorts out, she was looking for something but all I could care about was the fact that she was only in her bikini, in front of me.
Yep, my dick is semi-hard.
“Can I help you, princess?”
“Sorry babe, I thought you were already asleep,” She whispers
“Luckily, I’m not, otherwise who would appreciate this view?” I told her, sitting up and trying to be as silent as her.
“Yeah, as if,”
“You’re so beautiful,”
“Thank you J” she replied still looking around 
“I think what you’re looking for is inside my shorts”
“Huh?” Y/N furrowed her brows as she analyzed my expression, I shot her a malicious smile which made clear my intentions.
“Our friends are literally right there,” She whispered again 
“You could be quiet?”
“Can’t guarantee,”
“But I can. Blow me, since you’re already on your knees,”
Y/N covered her mouth to stop the giggle, when she looked at me again, I could see that her mind was made and that it was in the same place as mine.
She adjusted herself in front of me and pushed me to the floor, slowly dragging my shorts out. She put her hair in a ponytail and held my cock in her hand firmly.
I could come just with the sight of her topless self in front of me. I’m leaking already, making her hand slide easily on my dick, I adjust myself and roughly remember that the sand is not that comfortable to be laid on. Still, Y/N lowered herself and closed her mouth around the tip, slowly sucking, and my hips snapped involuntarily. 
She sucked me deeper into her mouth, almost to the base, I have to use all my force to not let a groan leave my lips when she chokes on me. Y/N keeps her pace slow but firm, I guess to not make any “suspect” sound.
My breath is heavy and my eyes shut, she releases me and I look down as her tongue glides along my hard-length cock.
“Fuckfuckfuck Y/N” I quietly curse
She uses both of her hands to stroke me and give my balls a nice squeeze, I can see her gaze darkening, she’s getting off and seems to be fighting off the urge to not ride me.
I know this look. I give her a signal to come closer.
“What?”
“Let’s fuck”
“No, not here.”
“I have the keys to the Twinkie,” 
“Then what are you waiting for?” She murmurs, cleaning the sides of her mouth, she slid into one of my shirts and I pushed my shorts back, exiting both of us, half-naked.
We successfully sneaked out and the only sound around us was the waves, I grabbed her hand and guided us far from the sand. 
As I open the doors, I look around and lock it behind us.
It all happened too fast, I slipped my tongue in her mouth and she desperately climbed on top of me, my shorts were now stuck to my ankles and Y/N’s bikini bottoms were pushed to the side.
Reaching for it, Y/N aligns my erection into her entrance and sinks in it.
Both of us let out a moan, feeling the pleasure fill our bodies, Y/N fastened her pace, bouncing on top of me, I’m too close for her, any minute I’m out, but since my girl is getting there I hold as much as I can.
“Mmm yes JJ, touch me”
I lifted my shirt out of her body and sucked and licked on her buds, she was bouncing and grinding her clit on me, it’s noticeable that she is getting there. The gasps and the nails digging on my tights confirm that.
With my free hand, I hold her waist and meet her halfway through her movements, each deep thrust sends me closer and closer to the edge. I can’t hold it any longer. Her moans are desperate and her whining is music to my ears.
“Y/n, fuck…”
Our breathing grows as our bodies slap together, and her mouth opens without making any sound, that’s my cue. I burst inside of her as her body shook on top of me. My last pound is weak leaking out of her.”
“Fuck baby, that was insane.”
“Thank God for the Twinkie.”
“More like than God for m-”
“JJ, I’m gonna kill you.” John B's voice echoes outside as he bangs the Twinkie door.
My bad, I guess.
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Imagine getting into a fight with JJ and depriving him of your touch and sex. Maybe you stay at Kie's or something, just to give him time to deflect on what he did wrong. And he's so sexually frustrated to the point where he could cum just by eye contact or hand holding. Like he's that down bad for you
the one where jj folds first (18+)
a/n: oh god that man won’t last long😭 this was supposed to be really short and then it turned out into a blurb (kinda) so enjoy🤭
warnings: sexual innuendos, explicit, not proofread 18+
“JJ, man, are you even listening to me?” John B asks his friend as he notices that JJ’s eyes are stuck on a fixed point — more specifically, on you. The brown-haired man rolls his eyes in annoyance before he adjusts himself on the bar stool. “Are you guys still in a fight?” He inquires, referring to his firend’s girlfriend. As a matter of fact, you and JJ have been going through a fight for over a week now, and he’s never gone this long without touching you before, which is torturing him.
You know how to make your boyfriend crumble and apologize first because you’re aware of all of his weaknesses: you. It might seem like bragging, but you’ve known JJ long enough to be sure that he can’t live his life without having his hands on you all the time. Perhaps you wanted to torture him a little bit more when you agreed to go to the only bar in town tonight, one where a little birdie (a very tired John B) had told you that he and your boyfriend would be.
Your tongue plays with the straw in your glass as you chat with Kiara, your best friend, although you’re well aware of the fact that JJ’s eyes are scanning your every move — from the way your tongue swirls around the straw to play with it from time to time to the sight of your exposed legs, caused by your bunched up dress. He’s about to combust, that much you know. After all, you chose to wear this particular dress for a reason tonight: it drives your boyfriend absolutely insane.
To be completely honest, JJ doesn’t even remember what you’re fighting about now, all he can think about instead is the way your fingers are gripping the cold glass in your hands and how your tongue licks your bottom lip to get another taste of your drink or the way your breasts are basically spilling out of that ridiculously small sundress. His jeans have never felt tighter. He swears the bulge in his pants is about to break his zipper from the lack of your touch. He’s used to have you all the time, hell, you live together, of course his hands are used to being all over your body any time he has the chance. However, now that you’ve decided to sleep at Kie’s to let him rethink about his actions, he misses the warmth of your body late at night and the feeling of your lips first thing in the morning.
The moment you decide that you can’t keep a straight and emotionless face anymore, you turn around to look at him, accidentally making eye contact for far too long. You’re set on ruining him for good when, as you keep playing with the straw between your lips, you wrap your hair in your free fist and move it over on shoulder, giving him a great view of your perfect skin.
He groans. He audibly groans in public, and he’s so grateful for the loud music because there’s no way people wouldn’t have heard him otherwise. He thinks he’s about to release in his underwear just by looking at you, that’s how bad it is.
Yes, JJ is absolutely losing this fight. Who is he kidding, really?
“I’m putting an end to this right now.” Is all he says to John B before he raises from his seat and walks over to you. As much as you’ve been teasing him, your heart is also racing at the thought of having him close to you after over a week of no physical contact. You need him just as bad.
Once he approaches you, he only leans down to get near your ear before he whispers just for you, “My car. Now,” and grabs your hand to force you down the stool, as you wave goodbye to a very confused, although amused, Kiara.
“I haven’t heard an apology yet, JJ, so don’t —“ You start when the two of you finally reach the exit and you can hear each other, but he’s faster and immediately interrupts you.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry about what I said or what I did, but I won’t lie to you, princess: I don’t even remember what we’re fighting about right now.” He takes a step closer to you, your faces inches away from each other as he rasps, “I can’t stop thinking about fucking you in this dress right here, right now,” his hands wander down your body, feeling the soft material of your clothing under the pads of his fingers, “And I swear, I’ll show you how sorry I am if you let me show everyone around here who you belong to.”
And let’s be honest for a second, in what universe would you ever reject this man?
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Best friend!JJ who is so completely and utterly in love with you. You’re everything to him
Best friend!JJ who shows up late at night when you call him scared, saying there’s a man following you while you walk your dog
Best friend!JJ who has mini packets of sour patch kids and singular jolly ranchers scattered around the chateau and the boat incase your blood sugar drops
Best friend!JJ who helps you wash your hair when you’re at your worst
Best friend!JJ whose heart drops every time you stumble over the first of the chateau’s porch
Best friend!JJ whose camera roll is filled with pictures of you and you only
Best friend!JJ who holds your hand when you get in and off the boat
Best friend!JJ who gets into your bed with grabby hands while saying any and everything in strange voices to cheer you up
Best friend!JJ who you giggle with late at night at absolutely nothing, promising to be quiet and stop laughing (you both know that neither of you will be able to stop laughing until someone falls asleep)
Best friend!JJ who purposely breaths into your ear so you turn around and pout
Best friend!JJ who constantly falls but acts like it didn’t happen because it makes you laugh
Best friend!JJ who does the dishes because you cooked
Best friend!JJ you cleans your glasses with his shirt for you
Best friend!JJ who kisses your forehead goodnight
Best friend!JJ who gives you a knowing smile when you lie about drinking the last soda in the fridge (hiding the can behind your back)
Best friend!JJ who pulls at strands of your hair when he wants your attention
Best friend!JJ who doesn’t think he can survive a day without you. Whose heart only beats for you. Who has only imagined the moment he finally confesses his feeling for you a million times
My Masterlists!!
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prettys0bbing · 3 months
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jj is a tits man.
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sitting in bed w jj, sleepily tangled in the blankets with him as you guys talk about nothing. his hands are rubbing along your side, trailing along your waist. “this is fuckin torture babe.” he says as the conversation lulls, causing you to look at him. he’s staring directly at where your chest is spilling over your tank top, your soft perky tits grazing his chest. “you are such a perv jay.” you giggle as you press into him slightly, enjoying the way his hold on your waist tightens. “can you blame me? shits not fair.” he retorts, half laughing as his hands travel up your body and gently lay over them. your breath hitches as he runs his thumbs over your nipples, watching as they stiffen up through the thin material of your top. he pulls you onto his lap and sits up against the headboard, mesmerized as he gropes you.
“ ‘s like you were made just to tease me.” he mumbles while he pulls your top down just enough to free them. “there’s my girls.” he grins at you, focusing on the way your face contorts when he pulls on your buds lightly. he leans in and begins to place slow open mouthed kisses around them, dragging it out for as long as he can. he takes one of your tits into his mouth, sucking on it slowly as he allows his other hand to massage the opposite side. his other hand is settled on your waist for now, grip tightening every once in a while when you roll your hips over his. he finally pulls back, a line of saliva trailing from your nipple to his lip.
“you’re so good for me princess. sittin all pretty on my lap while i take care of you.” he praises, leaning his head back to look at you. his dick twitches under you a little as he stares. you already have that hazy look in your eyes, still rutting against him absentmindedly. he leans in to the opposite side, sucking harsher this time as he moves his hand down to rest over your shorts. he pulls them to the side slightly, rubbing your clit in gentle circles as he nips at your chest. you whimper softly, pushing your hips down into his hand. “more jay. please.” you pout at him, knowing he can’t deny you. he frowns against your chest, never bothering to unhook his mouth from where it lays sucking marks into your skin.
he moves your panties to the side, gathering your slick on his fingers before sliding one into you slowly. you huff out a breath, biting your lip as you attempt to keep some sort of composure. he quickly adds a second finger, feeling the way you grip them. “needed me this bad huh? why didn’t you just say so babe?” he teases, looking at you as he picks up the pace. quickly the room is filled with the sounds of him borderline making out with your tits and the wet squelch of his fingers fucking into you. you can already see the dark splotches he’s leaving across your chest, and you can’t help but tighten around him.
“f-fuck, ‘m so close. jay-shit. gonna cum please.” you whimper, your eyes glazing over as your thighs tremble. “cmon angel. doin so good. come for me.” he coaxes, free hand replacing his mouth as he leans up to kiss you. as soon as his lips capture yours, you can feel the band building in your stomach snap. you finally let go, whimpering out broken thank you’s and please’s. he lets you ride out your high before lifting his fingers and putting them in your mouth. he watches you as you lick his fingers clean, tasting yourself. he lays back and pulls you to lay flush on top of him, wrapping his arms around you. there’s a beat of silence as he allows you to catch your breath, running his hand along your back as he comforts you. “you think when i die, they can bury me between your tits cause holy hell.”
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rubiehart · 3 days
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jj’s been doing odd little jobs around figure 8 that the kooks are too entitled to do themselves, mowing their lawns, pulling weeds, cleaning their pools, they get him a few extra bucks in his pocket so he’s got no complaints when the stack of cash is handed to him, but his favourite reward of all is the prissy kook girl who’s house he’s called to often, her parents always tipped big so once again, no complaints on his end.
if anything the whole thing was a reward, excessive money handed to him for doing basically nothing in their yard, kooks clearly having no perception of how much money this was, especially to a pogue, and getting front row seats to see the kook princess in all her glory, and what she did when she thought nobody was watching.
she’d stumble in a little after school ended, tote bag rested on her shoulder, hands occupied by her phone, headphone wires connecting and blocking out pretty much all sound as she blared music, she’d blow a bubble with her red gum, jj guessed cherry flavoured, he wanted to know for sure though, he’d do anything to taste it himself.
he’d cross the garden to grab another plank of wood, getting a closer look at her in all her glory, she was clearly in her school uniform, the attire she’d be in everyday when she stumbled through the gate, knee high socks hugging her calves perfectly and leaving her plush thighs bare for his viewing, or he liked to think so, her plaid skirt so short he was sure if he crouched down low enough he’d see what colour panties she was wearing, or if she was wearing any at all. he hoped not. white shirt snug to her upper half, her tits poking out through the fabric, the slight transparency would sometimes show him what colour it was if the lighting was right.
he told himself it was a perv move for the first few days when he realised the liked the look, but later on after reflecting, he decided it wasn’t harming anyone. he was only looking, so he’d put the image to the back of his mind so he could fist his cock to the thought later on that evening in the confinements of the chateau guest room.
soon enough though, you’d dissapear through the glass doors of your kook mansion and he’d wait longingly for the next day so he could get that, minute at best, glance of you. picking up another panel and shielding his throbbing erection with it, willing it to go down before your dad came out with jj’s pay out for today’s ‘hard work’, as he called it.
he hears a voice and looks up to see you bouncing down the stairs of your porch, presumably towards your pool, his eyes are shamelessly trained on your figure in your tiny little bikini, still popping your cherry gum with your phone to your ear, chatting cheerfully down the receiving end, his eyes bug out for a second, pupils dilating with a dazed look on his face when you lay yourself down on one of the few sun loungers, pulling your sunglasses up onto your head and looking around, smiling politely at him before continuing your ramble.
he’s a little late to react but manages a small wave, eyes ripping away from your tits that we’re spilling out of your tiny bikini top, your whole body on show for him and he turns away and rubs a hand over his face, puffing air out of his lips slowly. he’s fucking done for.
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moremaybank · 7 months
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Rafe fucking John B's older sister on the DL and getting caught by JJ, who wants to beat the shit out of Rafe but is mesmerized by the look on her face 🤭
i'm HEATED 🥵 i swear i'd let these fuckers tag team me any second of any hour of the day
It's one thing to be looked down on by the Kooks of the island. It's another to witness the kook you hate most of all fucking the girl you've been pining over for months.
You're riding the life out of Rafe, your hands squeezing your tits and toying with your sensitive nipples while his cock fills you up over and over. Your hair's flowing down your back, your mouth is wide open as you pant breathlessly, and Rafe's large palms are grazing all over your body.
JJ's green with envy. Rafe is getting to kiss who he wants to kiss, gets to touch who he wants to touch. Rafe is the one who gets to make you his. Make you call out for him and fuck you to his heart's content.
But then, JJ hears the sounds you're making. Sees how hungry you are as you chase your high. Your hips are relentless, never slowing or faltering. Just steady as you desperately work toward your orgasm. It hits you visibly, and by now, JJ's palming himself over his shorts. His face is red, he's drooling, and he's heating up. You look like a goddamn knockout, and he can't bring himself to look away or even close the door to restore your privacy.
Rafe smirks cockily as he looks over at the pogue. "You jealous, Maybank? Wanna take her for a spin?"
Your eyes open, and you look at JJ with a mischievous look on your face. "C'mon, J. Y'know you want to."
And fuck, he does.
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rafesmuse · 5 months
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And how do you think jj maybank would act in the relationship with that Kook girl?
- xoxo, Anonymous's Step-Mom
soooo caring oh my god. takes care of you like you’re a porcelain doll. always makes sure you’re okay, because he knows you aren’t used to the wild life he and the other pogues have.
“you okay, sweet girl? are you hurt?” “j, I’m fine” “you can tell me if-“ “j! I said i’m fine!” “sorry mamas, just checkin’”
he would also joke a lot about you being his sugar mommy since you buy everything for him, which he hates by the way but he can’t stop you. you already got your card out before he even realises, giving him everything he wants or need.
“damn. can’t believe i got my own sugar mommy” “stop it j, i’m your girlfriend that just likes taking care of you” “exactly. you’re the mommy that’s got the sugar!”
very protective. whenever a guy looks at you he immediately slides his arm around your waist and keeps you close to him. is wary of every guy that even looks your way.
all daydreams
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angelofcigs · 6 months
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arms arms arms arms arms arms arms.
the thought of holding onto them while he fu-
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luxbub · 3 months
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munch!jj maybank
minors DNI +18
a/n need to get this out of my head
When jj ate you out it was messy. Every single time it was a mess between your thighs, a mixture of spit, cum and more cum.
munch!jj had no problem with eating you out for hours, he wouldn’t mind the harsh grip you had on his hair, trying to pry him out of your cunt
munch!jj who was in some way a leech that was stuck to your cunt. your taste was his oxygen and your cunt his safe space.
munch!jj who could spend hours curled up and just lapping at your cunt, until eventually his tongue spasmed and he had no other option than to just stand there with his tongue poking at your pussy lips.
munch!jj who would get a text from you “lets hang out” but would read it as “eat me out” or “make me cum at least four times”
munch!jj who was in no way trying to hurt you anytime that he ate you out, but your pussy was to tasty to stop just after your third orgasm
munch!jj who loved, and i mean looooved the way you squeezed his head with your plush thighs anytime that you were close, and he got suffocated in your pussy.
munch!jj whose face was smeared with your cum when he was finally done eating. he was always smiling as he laid his head on your chest, one hand on you tits as he mumbled “i fucking love your pussy”.
not proofread!!
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