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𝐃𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞
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DRIVE HOME | BOYFRIEND!JJ MAYBANK | IMAGINE | 
PAIRING: Boyfriend!JJ Maybank x Reader
SYNOPSIS: You're mad at him, but lets just say he's a little turned on
WARNING(S): Arguing, teasing, controntation?, Possessive!JJ, Protective!JJ.
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The drive home had been filled with a palpable tension that seemed to thicken with every mile they left behind.
The night had taken a turn for the worse, and what was supposed to be a pleasant evening by the bonfire had transformed into a heated argument on the drive home. Her boyfriend, JJ Maybank, remained silent, focused on the road as he drove. Y/N sat in the passenger seat, her arms crossed and her gaze fixed on the passing scenery outside. JJ Maybank, her boyfriend, drove with one hand on the wheel, the other resting on his thigh, fingers nervously tapping.
JJ remained silent, his jaw clenched as he kept his eyes on the road.
Y/N's anger continued to simmer. "And why'd you have to be so possessive over me too?" She couldn't hold back any longer, the words tumbling out of her mouth. "He did nothing wrong."
She turned to JJ, hoping to catch his gaze, but he remained stoic, his silence deafening. "J? Are you even listening?" Her annoyance grew, and she rolled her eyes, releasing an exasperated sigh. Fine, if he wanted to give her the silent treatment, she could do the same.
JJ, however, surprised her by chuckling softly. Y/N snapped her head back to look at him, her annoyance now replaced with anger. "You think this is funny?" she snapped.
He smirked, stealing a quick glance at her before returning his eyes to the road. "No."
"Then why are you laughing?" Y/N demanded, her frustration reaching its peak.
JJ bit his lip, his eyes fixed on the road as their car came to a stop at a red light. "Because I can't believe I'm so turned on by you yelling at me," he confessed.
Y/N's face went scarlet, her anger momentarily forgotten as her jaw dropped. "What?" she stammered, her mind struggling to process his unexpected confession.
He pointed downward to his lap, and realization slowly dawned on her. Her cheeks burned even hotter as she followed his gaze, her eyes widening at what she saw.
JJ had a mischievous glint in his eye as he turned to her, still grinning. "You have that effect on me, babe," he said, his voice low and husky.
Y/N couldn't help but blush furiously, her anger dissipating into a mixture of embarrassment and desire. She shook her head, trying to regain her composure. "You're impossible, JJ Maybank," The sudden shift in the atmosphere left her speechless as she tried to process what he had just said. The tension in the car had taken an unexpected turn, leaving them both in a moment of awkward silence.
"J... Maybe we should talk about this once we're home," she finally managed to stammer, her face still flushed.
JJ nodded, his own face tinged with embarrassment. "Yeah, we should." He turned his attention back to the road, the remainder of the drive home filled with a different kind of tension—unspoken and unresolved.
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esmeray-greenleaf · 28 days
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Dom!JJ Maybank
Warnings-: slapping, aggressive jj, rough smut, kinda mean! Jj
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You had been at this for hours, crying your eyes out while jj pounded into you. “You’re so pretty aren’t ya,” he said slightly slapping your cheek, his fat cock was relentless inside your walls.
“Jj I- I can’t anymore,” you sobbed as jj clenched his jaw and hit your insides harder, his hand shot out to grab your neck holding it firmly with the threat looming over you. “Your gonna take what I give you and shut that pretty little mouth of yours,” he said pulling your hair, your ass was already bruises from the absolutely brutal spanking you received not too long ago. Jj had gotten to know you had skipped two whole meals for the third time that week and honestly he had enough of your shit. So here you were overstimulated, hysterical and so so so sore.
“I- I’m sorry I swear! I won’t do it again-,” you were cut off by a harsh slap and jj’s angry demeanour. “You said that the last time,” he said through gritted teeth as he delivered another slap to your face before saying “and the time before that.” You knew right after this you’d be eating whatever healthy meals JJ had gathered up for you with a gigantic water bottle that he’d expect to see finished. Jj finishes inside you before setting his forehead against yours and holding your jaw tight. “I better not see you trying to skip meals again otherwise we’re gonna go straight to the belt.”
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obaex · 7 months
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pinch me - jj maybank
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summary: when you turn 17, your body begins to mirror anything that happens to your soulmate, but with so many marks and bruises, why is yours so hard to find?
word count: 2.9k
a/n: happy obx writing week! this is for day 1: au with jj! thank you to the lovely @surftrips for planning this event. this fic's a little different, but i am simply a sucker for a soulmate au. italics are jj's perspective. ♡
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The flowers bloomed on your skin like a tattoo, delicate but dark. Large roses, orchids, lilies and daffodils tangled with leaves to form a winding pattern that started on your hand before appearing on your arm. You lifted your shirt to see them swirl on your ribs, near your stomach. It was mesmerizing to watch, beautiful, hypnotizing even, the sensation felt like a pleasant tingle beneath your skin that now danced on your cheek, around your eye. You lay down on your bed, closed your eyes, and willed the patterns to disappear by morning.
You knew when you turned 17 that this could happen, that your body would begin to mirror any impact on your soulmate’s skin, so you weren’t necessarily surprised. What did surprise you was the frequency with which the marks appeared, their breadth, their size. Your chest ached with the knowledge that whoever your heart was tethered to underwent physical pain on a regular basis.
You searched for your other half eagerly, knowing they wouldn’t be hard to find: a split lip, a black eye, bruised knuckles, but of course there was no one that looked like that on Figure 8. Your friends sought out their matches based on the occasional skinned knee, maybe a broken finger playing lacrosse; when they asked you about it, you lied and said you hadn’t felt anything yet, too heartbroken to share the truth and the fact that your person was nowhere to be found.
When your best friend Sarah Cameron found her match, you couldn’t help but be happy for her, even though she had found him on the wrong side of the island. She and John B began spending every day together; you were lucky if you could steal her away for an afternoon at the beach, and even then, she spent every moment gushing about him. Before long she was begging you to come hang out with him and his friends. You were undeniably skeptical, but by now your own flowered marks had stopped appearing and even though you knew that was a good thing for your other half, in a way you missed them, missed the connection, the reminder that someone out there was meant for you. You needed something to distract you, and John B and his friends proved to be the perfect distraction, especially JJ Maybank.
You and JJ fell into an immediate friendship that was unlike any you’d had before. Frankly, it shocked the other pogues – what could a marina rat and a kook princess possibly have in common? On the surface, the answer was nothing, but it’s like you just clicked right from the first day you met. You were always laughing at each other’s jokes, tears brimming your eyes, unable to catch your breath no matter how stupid they seemed to everyone else. You would finish each other’s sentences, you could read into each other’s emotions, able to understand one another when words fell short, ready with a hug or a smile when they needed it most. You had a casual intimacy, your head resting on his shoulder when you watched a movie, him always needing to have the seat next to you whether in the twinkie or in the back yard at the chateau, you permanently wearing at least one article of his clothing at any given time. You were having fun, your time with JJ distracting you from the loneliness you had felt before.
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Everyone had become so obsessed with this soulmate thing - JJ didn’t think it was even real. He had never felt a thing, grateful at least that that meant his soulmate had a life very different from his own. But, why did people care so much? He had seen and heard John B go on and on about it, but all he wanted to do was ignore it, convinced that that kind of thing just wasn’t meant for someone like him.
He never knew if his parents had had it, and even if they did, what good had it done them? His mom left and his dad was gone now too, having finally taken off for the Yucatan months ago. Good riddance.   
No, JJ preferred to focus on what he could control, to believe what was right in from of him, and for now that was Y/N. He wasn’t sure what a girl like that was doing hanging around with a pogue like him, but he wasn’t going to question it, grateful for every day he got to spend with her. He loved the way she made him feel, like he was always the center of her attention no matter what was going on around them - he’d never had that before, had never been someone’s first priority. He loved the way she would laugh uncontrollably with him, how big her smile got, how her nose would crinkle. He loved the way she curled into his arms when she had a bad day, seeking him out for comfort and reassurance; he loved knowing he could be that for somebody. He loved when she leaned on him when they watched movies, how sometimes her eyelids fluttered closed and she’d breath heavily against him, wrapping her arms around him in her sleepy state – that was his favorite.
The funny thing was, she didn’t seem to believe in this soulmate thing either, never chiming in when the inevitable conversation came up. And that made him feel like maybe he had a chance. He tried every day to muster the courage, to find the right words to say to ask her out, which is where his mind wandered while he spent the afternoon at work at the marina, pissed that he was missing a day on the boat with her.
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The HMS Pogue bobbed gently to the rhythm of the waves as John B and Pope cast their rods into the water. You, Sarah and Kie were lying on the bow, soaking in the scorching rays of the sun as sweat dripped down your body.
“OK, I’m getting in the water, it’s too damn hot” Kie said resolutely, standing up.
“Yes please” you said, jumping up, pulling off your sunglasses and diving in, beating her to the punch.
The salt water cooled your skin immediately, bringing instant relief. You let out a sigh as your head breached the surface and you began to float on your back. It was only a moment before you felt something slimy and looked around you to see you had jumped right into a school of jellyfish. You tried to swim away, shrieking, before they began to sting you, their barbed tentacles attaching to your side as you tried to knock them away and scrambled back to the boat. You pulled yourself shakily out of the water, tenderly feeling the burns on your skin as tears overflowed in your eyes.
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JJ was spraying down the latest kook yacht to pull into the marina, washing and rinsing mindlessly, his thoughts drifting to you and back again when he felt an itch on his side. He scratched it absentmindedly, attempting to ignore it when it persisted in a tingling feeling. He rubbed it harder before finally lifting his shirt to see a tattooed pattern of vines winding up his side. He shoved his shirt down and looked around, hoping nobody had seen. He dropped the hose in his hand and stumbled inside before he pulled his shirt off to inspect his skin more closely. He was mesmerized by the sensation and the pattern on his skin, his heart racing with excitement until he realized what this meant, his joy waning as his sympathy grew for this person he didn’t even know. He pressed his hand against the vines, like he could make them stop, but they persisted. He could hear his boss yelling for him, so he quickly pulled his shirt back on, his head spinning as he went back to work.
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The rest of the afternoon and evening you walked around gingerly, icing your side, putting ointment on it, but nothing seemed to quell the burning sensation of the barbs in your skin. You pulled on one of JJ’s soft, oversized sweatshirts and a pair of shorts and joined your friends in John B’s backyard, trying to focus on anything else to forget the pain you were in.
Thankfully, JJ showed up right after his shift. You had missed him all day, wishing he had been out on the boat with you; he would have known just what to say, how to make you laugh, exactly how to make you feel better, and that’s all you wanted right now.
He settled into his chair beside you, but didn’t meet your gaze, didn’t acknowledge you at all; he looked a thousand miles away.
“Hey, you okay?” you asked, picking up on his demeanor immediately.
“Hmm?” he said, glancing at you quickly before looking away. In truth, he couldn’t stop thinking about the tingling on his side, which had started to fade, but that he could still feel. He looked back at you, examining you. You were perfectly fine. No one had hurt you, you weren’t in pain, and he was overwhelmingly grateful for that, but at the same time, selfishly, he knew that that meant that you weren’t his, weren’t the one for him and it crushed him.
He looked at you with sad eyes, his ocean blues scanning yours, opened his mouth like he wanted to say something before shutting it, shaking his head and ignoring you, choosing to focus on the beer in his hand instead.
You scrunched your face in response, hurt by his dismissal, especially after the day you'd had. You had been so sure he would make you feel better, that he would pull you into his arms and tell you everything was going to be okay, and now he wouldn’t even talk to you.
“Okay then” you said, standing up quickly, wanting to put some distance between you before your emotions got the best of you. “Anyone need another drink?” you asked as you made your way inside. John B shook his near-empty can in the air and you nodded, turning quickly so no one would see the tears in your eyes as you slammed the door behind you.
“What was that about?” John B said as he looked over at JJ.
JJ just shook his head and shrugged, trying to shake off your reaction, his feelings, and failing miserably.
“She seemed upset” Kie pushed, not used to seeing the two of you at odds with each other, ever. “You could at least try to be nice to her, Jayj, she had a shitty day.”
“Pfft understatement of the year” Pope agreed as he took a swig of his beer, “she put up a tough front but I’ve never seen stings that bad before, had to be the man-o-wars, she jumped right into them.”
JJ’s ears perked up. “What?” he asked, trying to catch up.
“She got stung, asshole, like fifteen times” Kie replied, gesturing to her side.
The same side where JJ’s skin still tingled.
JJ’s mouth ran dry and he could feel his heart start to hammer in his chest. It couldn’t be… could it?
He stood up, dropped his beer at his feet and ran after you.
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“Y/N!!” he called as soon as he was inside, nearly tripping over the furniture on his way to reach you in the kitchen.
You were leaning with your back against the counter, your eyes meeting his as you wiped at your tears, not wanting him to know how upset he’d made you.
“You’re – Pope said – you – today –“ he stumbled over his words as he gestured outside and then to you.
You looked at him, utterly confused.
He shook his head, trying to clear it as he ran his hands through his hair, willing his heart to slow down just enough for him to get his words out.
“Today. You got stung. A-Are you okay?” he said through labored breath.
You shrugged, still angry with him. “I’m fine” you said.
“Nah, don’t do that, don’t play it off, Pope said it was bad, worst that he’s seen in a long time. C-Can I see?” he asked.
You didn’t know what good it would do at this point but you set your drink down and tenderly reached for the bottom of your sweatshirt, lifting it up to expose the angry red skin on your side, wincing slightly as your fingers grazed it.
JJ stepped closer to you, one hand on your stomach, the other on your hip, careful to avoid touching your wounds as he looked closely at it, then at you. He felt his breath hitch as his emotions overwhelmed him at the thought of this happening to you. You immediately registered the sympathy in his eyes and the fact that he seemed completely distraught, his own eyes nearly brimming with tears.
“Hey, I’m alright, it’s alright, J” you said, not fully grasping the look in his eyes.
He took his hands away, but didn’t step back from you as he lifted his own shirt. You could make out the faint remains of a twisted pattern of vines that ran up his side. Your hands flew to your mouth in shock.
“JJ…” you cautioned. Despite how much you desperately wanted this to be true, you both knew that this could be a coincidence, that that happened all the time. Your eyes met his and you could see the longing shining in them as they met yours, unwavering.
“Pinch me” he said, holding out his arm.
“What?” you asked.
“Pinch me, hard, do it,” he said again, pushing his arm closer to you.
Part of you wanted to know the truth, needed to know the truth, but a larger part of you was scared, horrified for this be a coincidence, and what that would mean for both of you. The idea that JJ might not be yours had your chin wobbling as you looked at him.
“Please, gorgeous, I need to know” he said, his voice a hoarse whisper.
You reached out tentatively and pinched the skin on his forearm hard enough to leave a pink mark where your fingers had squeezed. Within seconds you could feel the tingle on your own skin, your emotions bubbling up as you laughed and then cried, JJ grabbing you by the shoulders, desperately trying to read your emotions as you pulled up your sleeve to reveal the rose that had bloomed on your own arm, matching his own. He looked down as tears welled in his own eyes.
“D-Do it again” he said, now that he could see it, holding out his arm.
“JJ” you said through your tears, urging him to accept what was in front of him.
“Do it again” he said, and as you pinched him a daisy bloomed next to the rose, leaves tangling together. He watched the pattern, willing himself to accept that this was much more than a coincidence, to accept that he could have this, have you, that you were made for him.
He pulled you into his arms, burying his head in your shoulder as you shook, your arms circling him and hands grasping the back of his shirt like a lifeline, unwilling to let him go.
“My God, oh my God” he muttered next to you as he rocked you back and forth.
“W-wait” you said, pulling back reluctantly to look at him. His eyes were blown wide, totally focused on you.
“What is it, beautiful?” he asked and your heart skipped a beat at the nickname.
Your hand came up to cup his face. “Last year” you whispered, tracing your finger under his eye, across his cheek, running it over his lips, tracing all the places you seen flowers on your own skin. He hung his head, pressing his forehead to yours.
“My dad” he said simply in reply as he realized, reluctantly, that you now knew better than anyone what he had been through.
“I’m so sorry” you whispered.
“It’s okay. I’m okay now” he reassured you as his hands reached up to cup your face. “You have nothing to apologize for.”
You nodded as your eyes met his, your mind still reeling, trying to piece together what was in front of you: this boy, with his long hair, his tender eyes, his perfect smile, his infectious laugh, his warm hugs was it, was yours, forever. You smiled at him and he smiled at you as his mind pieced together the same thing.
“How did I get so lucky?” he asked and you laughed in response. “I wanted it to be you. From the moment I met you, I wanted this” he said. You nodded vigorously in agreement, your instant connection so many months ago making so much sense now.
“Can I kiss you?” he asked quietly.
You nodded more vigorously as he brought your lips to his.
He wanted nothing more than to lose himself in you, but was reassured by the fact that he’d have eternity to do so as he pressed his lips softly to yours, savoring the feeling, and the way you pressed into him, opening up to him almost immediately, grasping his shirt and pulling him against you, against the counter as you hummed in response, your pain long forgotten as the pleasure of his body, his heart beating against your own took over. He ran his fingers into your hair as his tongue tangled with yours and he swore nothing in the world would ever compare to this.
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indigoflorals · 1 year
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soaked - j.m/j.r (18+)
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jj maybank x reader x john b routledge
sum: finally single, you skinny dip in front of two pogues who have had a crush on you for years
warnings: threesome, double penetration, anal sex, oral(m), oral(f), creampie, throatfuck,tit play, breeding kink, choking, degradation
little ask from my friend @amournoir this took forever but it is SUPER long and detailed so i hope you love it!
It was four in the morning before things started to quiet down in your house. Red solo cups littered the lawn and hallways and you were sure you’d finding beer cans for weeks. Things had gotten out of hand quickly.
After your breakup earlier in the week, you friends suggested you have a small party to get your mind off of things since you parents would be out. That small party had turned into a rager, with you finding people you didn’t even know sleeping in your parents bed. You were convinced you would have to burn the sheets.
You sat outside on the patio with your feet dangling into the pool water. Everyone who was left of the party was inside. It was late, and too cold to be out, despite the pool being heated.
Hearing the sliding glass door open and close behind you, you groaned. “Rafe, how many times do I have to tell you I don’t wanna buy any drugs from you?”
The man behind you laughed quietly, and you recognized immediately that the voice didnt belong to Rafe. “I wouldn’t buy from Rafe either.”
Pulling your feet from the water, you spun to face him, hugging your knees when you were sat towards him. You recognized his face, but couldn’t put a name to it. He was lean but muscular, his blond hair framing his face in just the right way. He put his hands into his pockets, looking around and then back to you. “Kinda cold out here, isn’t it?”
You could tell he was referencing the fact that your legs were wet from the pool. “S’not so bad,” you shrugged, turning back towards the water, “Been colder.”
The blond huffed, smiling just a bit at your indifference. “Well, yeah,” he began taken off his shoes and socks, “How colds the water?”
Before you could reply, the sliding door open again from behind you, this time another familiar face stepping around into view.
He smiled wide, taking a hand to fluff the hair on top of your head. “Been forever since I’ve seen you, kid, huh?”
You groaned. John B. That’s who this was again. From the summer your parents had sent you to work on the cut for the experience. You were sixteen, and he and his friend had tormented you to no end with their little crushes on you.
You exhaled, dipping your toes into the warm water again, “You’re two months older than me, John B.”
The blond knelt to sit beside you at the edge of the pool, leaning to test the water with one finger, “Shit!” He smirked, turning back to John B and then to you, “You didn’t say it was heated.”
You shrugged, your stomach turning over. Thoughts of your ex flooded your mind. When was the last time you had been this close to another guy without him? It all felt so foreign.
“Good cuz it’s cold as fuck out here,” John B laughed, taking his shoes and socks off as well before sitting beside you at the pools edge.
You felt captivated by the two attractive men at your sides, finally after years able to feel like you could look at them. Then the idea struck you.
Without a word you began to strip. Your shirt first, as it was easy to do in your seated position.
“Woah!” The blond cheered his eyes immediately landing on your exposed bra, “What…what is going on here?”
You looked behind you to see the house empty of the last party guests. Perfect. Standing, you pushed your shorts and panties down, purposefully catching them on the fat of your ass for a moment. You could feel two pairs of eyes trained on you.
John B slapped a hand to the blond’s bicep. “JJ,” He mumbled, not taking his eyes off of you, “shut the fuck up.”
You brushed yourself off before taking a few steps to the deep end of the pool. Turning to the guys you unhooked and dropped your bra before diving straight in. The water enveloped you, warm against your skin. Resurfacing, you slicked your hair back, raking your fingers through it as a comb. “Come in,” You cooed, “Waters so nice.”
“Fuck, you don’t have to tell me twice,” JJ laughed, standing immediately to strip. You watched him silently from the water, eyes trained on his muscular arms and chest. He was eventually fully naked, giving you only a moment to see his cock before he dove into the water. John B followed just as eagerly, diving in only a few seconds behind JJ.
Both guys swam to meet you where you could stand, pinning you against the wall. JJ’s head ducked under water to suck at your breast and John B’s to kiss at your neck. You moaned, feeling both of their hands groping greedily at your body. Both wanting more and all of you. JJ came up to breathe, brushing his hair out of his face before pulling you into a heavy kiss.
You could feel both of them hard against you. Your pussy ached desperately and finally got relief when John B started rolling circles onto your clit. Your hips rolled into his hand as JJ slid a hand to your nipple. Your neck was littered with love bites from John B.
“I wanna taste you,” JJ moaned, pulling away from your mouth, “wanna taste your pussy.”
You blushed at his clearly tipsy words, before shrieking as John B hoisted you up onto the pool edge.
“There she is,” He spread your legs, exposing your pussy to both of them, “You wanna taste her first, JJ?”
He nodded, pulling himself against the edge of the pool onto his forearms, his face inches from your pussy. He pressed his thumb into your clit. “So pretty, baby.”
You moaned as he took clit into his mouth, sucking. His tongue worked magic on you, making you feel like you were gonna finish right away.
While he did this, John B got out of the pool to stand beside you. He rubbed your head, brushed your hair out of your face. “Think you can suck my cock while he eats your pussy?”
You nodded fervently, face flushed and stomach tensing from your impending orgasm. John B stroked himself twice before placing the tip against your lips.
Just then, you felt JJ push two fingers inside of you. With your moan, John B slipped his cock past your lips. You suddenly felt so full, John B’s cock in your mouth and JJ’s fingers in your pussy.
John B thrust into your mouth, placing his hand on the back of your head. You held back a gag, swallowing around his cock. He was thick, but so long. His tip was deep in your throat with every thrust.
JJ contuined to work on your pussy, fingers rubbing against your g-spot as his tongue rolled against your clit. You shook into him, clenching around his fingers as you started to orgasm.
“Oh that’s..ah, baby,” John B moaned, bucking into your throat again, “Cum for him baby, I know you need to cum,” Your pussy tightened, and then relaxed as your vision went white. Your body was warm and you felt John B pull himself out of your mouth.
JJ pulled away from your pussy, wiping his chin, as John B dove back into the pool.
“I say,” JJ smirked, “We both have her. For being such a naughty girl.” He laughed, eyes dark as he pulled you back down into the water. His hands groped your ass roughly as he pulled your against his hips.
“I like that idea.” John B swam behind you, pressing his erection into your back. You felt his fingers trail around to your ass before gently sliding one in. You winced, hissing at the burning sensation. “It’s okay,” JJ rocked his hips forward, thrusting partway into you, “Relax princess.”
“So big” You stifled a moan, mind suddenly away from John B sliding a second finger into you. “Yeah?” John B smirked, leaning into you as he fucked his fingers into your ass, “If you think that just wait.” You felt him line his cock up with your ass, slowly sinking it in until you were completely full of both of them. You threw your head back against John B’s shoulder, exposing your neck to JJ to leave more love bites.
“Oh my god,” You cried, clenching as they both moved inside of you. “Fuck,” JJ moaned, screwing his eyes shut. John B had gone silent, trying his best not to cum right away.
Both guys began rocking their hips in unison, and you rolling your against them. “You’re so tight baby,” John B groaned, throbbing inside of you. His hand came from behind you to your throat, restricting your air flow. It heightened your pleasure, inching your orgasm closer.
“I’m not pulling out,” JJ growled, thrusting faster into your pussy, “Need to cum in you, fill you up and get you pregnant.”You cried, rocking your pussy down into him as your second orgasm washed over you. “Please JJ,” you whined against John B’s hand, “Breed me, get me pregnant.”
John B leaned against your ear, fucking you harder and sloppier than he had before. “Take it you fucking slut…take my cum.”
You felt John B spill inside you ass, and then JJ inside your pussy seconds later. You were completely full and both guys were hot against your body.
“Group shower?” JJ smirked, groping at your breast again.
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boysssofthemonth · 15 days
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JJ and his daily snaps to his gf - you ;)
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featherandferns · 17 days
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orange juice (fic)
jj maybank x fem!reader | inspired by noah kahn's incredible music
content warning: mentions of drinking and drug use; mentions of abuse; mentions of bodily harm (vague, non-graphic); sexual content | feel free to message me with questions of detail if any of this concerns you before reading!
word count: 7.5k
blurb: in the most unlikely of settings, you and JJ reunite after five years apart in radio silence.
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“You know, on my way here, I saw a dead rat.”
A cloud of cigarette smoke dispels into the air.
“It was funny, you know? Cause I felt bad that it was dead, even though it was a rat. I mean, I knew nobody was going to miss it, and that it didn’t have any rat family or friends which would mourn it or anything. But still…It looked like it had been hit by a car, and it was only small so it didn’t look very old, and it seemed so harmless lying there. It probably had a million and one diseases, but just laying there, it seemed harmless. And it felt weird to be sad about this thing dying which would have only maybe caused more damage if it had stayed alive – nibbling through electrical wires and all that.”
JJ takes another drag of his cigarette as he digests the anecdote.
“Anyway. This just made me think of that,” you quietly finish before sinking back into the silence.
“Did you just compare my dad’s funeral to a dead rat?”
You clear your throat. JJ watches in his peripheral as you look down at your feet and fidget your fingers.
“Shit, I guess I did.”
His eyes cut ahead the moment yours seem to flick up.
“Can’t believe that’s the first thing I’ve said to you in years.”
JJ inhales and exhales the nicotine of his cigarette. “Well, I can.”
That makes you laugh. Small and sheltered.
“I weren’t sure that you were going to come,” JJ tells you.
“Could say the same thing to you,” you reply.
Sighing, he drops the cigarette and crushes it under the heel of his boot. He probably should have worn smarter shoes. But then, why would he? Waste of money and space in his truck. Not like his dad was going to see them anyway.
“I only decided yesterday. Practically drove all night.” As if reminding himself of the sleep deprivation, JJ lets out a yawn.
“How is it, being back in Kildare?” you wonder.
JJ shrugs. “Weird. But also not weird at all. I guess I just feel old. I was driving through town and everything looks different.”
“I mean, it has been five years.”
“Jesus,” JJ chuckles, shaking his head. Had it really been that long?
He shoves his hands in his pant pockets and finally finds the nerve to take you in. His eyes scan over you like one might survey potential damage to a car after a close call. He never lets them go below your waist though. As if losing nerve, he flicks them back up to your head and meets your eyes.
“You look well.”
“Thanks. Right back at ya,” you smile.
With that smile – sweet and simple – JJ finds himself being hurled back through time to his teen years. The reminiscing of his youth and the memories that your presence stirs up feels like reflecting on a past life. Something that he almost had, and something that he didn’t exactly lose, but something that changed.
Everything had changed, really. The streets that he used to drive down with his friends, running away from security and darting to and from keggers and house parties, they all had new homes, new paint, new families. Old mom-and-pop shops were now trendy smoothie spots and hippie bars. Empty plots of land that were a good spot to share a joint had now been bought and developed into stylish holiday rentals. None of JJ’s family was left here, not even his cousin. None of his friends were here anymore either. Well, except for you. Is that what you were to him? A friend?
“It was a nice service,” you say.
“Was it?”
For someone like Luke Maybank, ‘nice’ is probably a generous term for a funeral service that’s void of cheery anecdotes and tender memories. It’s a shame that all the memories JJ held in high regard of his father – of the moments that they were bonded and close – often came with the overarching theme of alcohol or drugs. He wasn’t sure there was ever a genuine moment shared between the two. Whatever praise and pride he gathered from his dad was short lived and sparse. When his dad left the island on the boat he stole, JJ never heard from him again. And now he never would.
“Did they ask if you wanted to say anything?”
“What’s there to say? He was a guy and he died in a bender. Short and simple, I guess.”
You nod and go silent once more.
JJ knows that his answer evaded the politeness markers of small talk, but it was true. Luke Maybank was a human who lived on this earth with no mark to be left apart from those which he laid on his own child. The only way that he’d be remembered was in the nightmares that still sometimes have JJ waking up in cold sweats and reaching for the box of cigarettes by his bed.
“I’m sorry. I probably shouldn’t have come,” you say.
“No, it’s not…” JJ shakes his head and offers you a smile, but he knows it looks unnatural. He isn’t sure what he’s feeling right now. Perhaps everything, if that’s even possible. “I’m glad you came. I’m just tired and…well, you know.”
The funeral of my father.
“Right. Of course.”
He watches you tuck your hair behind your ears and glance towards the graves. He remembers how you used to do that when you were both younger. It was funny to him: you’d go through the fuss of trying your hair back in one way or another, but you’d always leave out a couple of strands. “To frame my face” you’d tell him, and then you’d precede to spend the rest of the day tucking your hair behind your ears. He liked it though. When you’d be concentrating on something, like surfing or fixing something up or writing, you’d lean forward and they’d come lose and hang over your pretty features. He’d want to mess with them; tuck them behind your ears for you. Sometimes he did. He remembers when you’d be on top of him, kissing him senseless, and they’d come lose and tickle his face. Somehow it would make the whole thing more sensual, with his laughs and your giggles.
He feels his face flush as the memories of nights like those creep back into his head. He shouldn’t think of you like that, not after all this time. Not with how things turned out. And especially not at his father’s funeral.
JJ had come over to you once his father was safely tucked away in the ground, six feet under. You’d attended the service at the church, hiding near the back, and then the burial, and as everybody else departed to give JJ ‘a moment’ (whatever the hell that meant), he’d turned to find you stood near a bench, lost in thought.
“It was nice of you to come,” JJ thanks.
“I’m surprised none of the others are here.”
“They don’t know. I sort of kept it close to the chest,” JJ admits. “I’m actually impressed by the turnout.”
You go to laugh and JJ sees you stifle it. It helps him ease up, smile a real smile for a second, as wicked as that sounds.
“People have layers, I guess.”
“Not my dad.”
“Maybe. Maybe not.”
You meet his gaze again. Your eyes make it clear that you haven’t shed a tear and neither had JJ. He wasn’t sure if maybe that would come later, once the so-called shock had worn off. He doubted it though. And yet, there was a haze of sadness about him. Death is weird as a whole. The death of a parent like JJ’s, even weirder. Maybe it wasn’t just the funeral causing the sadness. Maybe it was you.
JJ makes a move to leave but before he can even shift his foot one whole step, you’re talking.
“Do you wanna come back to mine? We could catch up. I’m sure you’ve been doing all sorts since I last saw you. Maybe have a drink or two, for old times’ sake?”
“Oh, I don’t drink anymore.”
“Oh,” you say. A pause for thought, then, “well, I have orange juice.”
It’s a strange thing to offer in place of a bottle of beer or glass of wine. Most people would say a cup of coffee. But no - orange juice: that’s where your mind went. It makes JJ smile. It seems so on-par for you to offer him that.
“Okay. Sure. Orange juice sounds good.”
“Do you need a moment, before we leave?” you ask, glancing back over your shoulder to the gravesite of JJ’s deceased father.
The dirt atop of his plot is fresh and stark brown against the green grass. JJ stares a second. The groundkeeper is dusting some muck off the gravestone. The funeral director had offered him a fine granite with award winning chiselling, after recognising JJ from the articles of El Dorado and assuming some high-placed budget. JJ had opted for a simple thing though. Cheap and likely to be hard to read within half a decade. It’s what Luke deserved. Probably what he would have invested into JJ, if the roles were reversed.
“No, I don’t. We can go,” JJ says, voice vacant. He looks back to you. “I’ll drive.”
You don’t live in your childhood home anymore. The place that you’ve settled in is a small home in a sweet looking neighbourhood. In fact, it seems the only part of Kildare that feels familiar to JJ. The front garden is quaint but well kept, with trimmed grass and flower beds that clearly garner a lot of attention and care. The fence is in need of a lick of paint: the blue fading and peeling. A sticky note is attached to the door frame of the front door and it makes JJ smile. ‘Doorbell’s fucked – shout “ding dong” really loud’.
“This is a step up,” JJ says.
“Nice, right? My neighbour is a dick though. Always complaining that I leave my driveway light on in the middle of the night. As if I can even afford to that.”
JJ chuckles as he follows you inside. There’s an instant warm smell that hits him. JJ can’t seem to describe it in any other way than that it smells like you. The interior is safe and homely. The wallpaper and wooden floors pair nicely with the throw pillows and crystals and plants and flowers. Fairy lights are strung from end to end. A kitchen, open plan, feeds nicely into a sitting room. A dining table is tucked in the corner which seemingly functions more as a desk: books piled atop with sheets of paper strewn out. There’s a small corridor to the right and the walls are lined with framed pictures which JJ can’t make out from where he’s stood. He assumes it must lead to a bathroom and bedroom. It isn’t unlived in though. There’s a small pile of clothes which need ironing; they’re sat in a basket, next to the TV. Near the backdoor is an arts and crafts project of some kind strewn about on the floor in organised chaos, blocking the exit.
It's still early in the afternoon so you don’t bother flicking on a light, instead opting to soak in the last few hours of daylight before dusk. Kie used to compare you to a cat, basking in the sun and chasing the rays until there was none left to follow.
JJ closes the door behind him and leans against it.
“You can take your shoes off, if you want.”
“Alright,” he mumbles. He toes them off and kicks them to the side, amongst a pile of your own. He notices how there’s nobody else’s shoes there: just yours, and now his.
You pour out two glasses of orange juice and turn around, handing one to him. He takes it, lost in thought. It all feels surreal, stood here with you, after a five-year pause. When you go to the sofa to sit, he assumes he should follow. You sit on opposite ends. A part of him wonders why you haven’t stretched out your legs and dumped your feet in his lap. ‘These stink’, JJ jokes, poking your toes. You wiggle his fingers off. ‘Shut up, no they don’t.’ Force of habit: he always seems to get stuck on that past. Instead, you go to pull one of your legs up onto the sofa, and JJ flicks his eyes around the room another time. He sips his juice.
“So…” You start. “Any news?”
“Well, my dad died, so there’s that.”
You kick out your leg, aiming for his thigh. “Come on now. Be serious.”
“I am; you were at the funeral. Thought you might remember that,” JJ jokes.
Rolling your eyes mirthfully, you have a sip of your juice. The sun paints shapes on the coffee table, weaving through the thin curtains that line your window. It makes your skin glow, healthy and happy. He’s torn between staring at your face and remembering every detail of your features and avoiding you completely.
“When did you move in here? It’s nice.”
“About two years ago. Mom and dad are still at the old place. They’ve rented out my room though, for tourists and stuff.”
“That’s nice of them,” JJ snorts. “How’s your brother? Is he doing good?”
“He is. He’s at college actually. Graduates later this year.”
“The fuck? That’s so trippy,” JJ mumbles, almost to himself.
JJ can remember your brother as nothing more than a preteen, sulking around the house and begging for rides to soccer practice. Now he’s nearly got a whole ass degree. His eyes naturally fixate on the dining-table-come-desk in the corner.
“What do you do for work then?”
“I’m a teacher at Kildare high.”
Of course you are. JJ smiles, eyes still fixated on the table. It seems to prompt you to continue.
“It’s kinda weird sometimes cause some of the old farts still work there,” you say.
“Oh shit. Mr Rumble still there?” JJ asks, perking up a little, meeting your gaze.
You laugh. “Mr Rummel does still work there, yeah. Still likes to bring you up to me, actually.”
“Really? In what way?”
“Just likes to add the odd little ‘you remember when your boyfriend used to steal my stapler’ kinda things.”
JJ’s laugh is different this time. The word ‘boyfriend’ coming out of your mouth has his thoughts short circuiting. You glance down at your juice and swirl it around the cup.
“Anyway, it’s a pretty good gig. I like teaching, and I actually think I’m making a difference to some of these kids lives sometimes, which is sort of strange.”
“I bet you are. You were always good at helping people,” JJ tells you. Your smile turns soft.
“Thanks, JayJ.”
The nickname is like another sucker punch to the chest. JJ takes it like a champ. Washes it down with water; pretends there’s vodka in there somewhere.
“How are the others, then?” you ask. “How are they?”
“Good. Happy. John B and Sarah are expecting a kid soon.”
“Fuck off.”
“No joke,” JJ laughs. He leans back into the sofa, reclining in the soft throw pillows. It’s strange how easily relaxed he is in this new setting. “They’re debating between two names. Esmeralda or Eton.”
“No. Please God, tell me you’re joking.”
“I wish,” JJ snorts. “Not that I got much of a leg to stand on.”
“What do you mean?” you frown. You lean over and place your juice down on the coffee table.
“JJ? Kinda dumb name.” JJ has a sip of his own before mirroring your actions.
“Hardly. ‘John James’ is pretty proper sounding to me.”
“Meh.” JJ shrugs and props an arm up on the back of the sofa.
“What about Kie, and Pope?”
“Kie is on her environmentalist shit. Investing in rebuilding the coral and things. Pope is studying like crazy. Got a good job lined up too.”
“Only Pope would get a degree when he has literal gold in his savings,” you chuckle. “Didn’t you buy a shop too, or something?”
“A little surf shop with John B, yeah,” JJ nods, smiling proud. The surf shop is something that he would always take pride in. What felt like a pipedream was now his nine-to-five. “It’s doing real good, actually. We’re thinking about expanding.”
“Well, that’s good,” you say, nodding. The two of you lock eyes. Your smile holds steady. “I’m happy for you, JJ. Really.”
“Thanks,” he says. “I’m glad you’re doing good, too.”
And now the polite small talk is over and the catch-up is done. It’s so bizarre seeing someone again after so long. So many things in life have passed – relationships, jobs, fights, conversations, achievements, ailments – but when you finally come to sum it up, it only takes ten minutes. Going through a heartbreak lasts for months, but then a year later and the relationship is summed up in a sentence or two. Time doesn’t only heal, but it also shrinks. It seems to have shrunk whatever used to exist between yourself and JJ too, as you both sit, searching for things to talk about which avoid the dark and ugly. Things which avoid the obvious.
“Do you think you’ll stick around in Kildare for a bit?”
“I don’t know. I ain't really thought about it,” JJ admits. “I weren't even sure if I was gonna go to the funeral.”
“Where are you staying tonight?” you wonder.
He laughs to himself and shakes his head, running a hand through his hair. “I have no idea. Probably just crash in my truck.”
“You’re loaded as fuck and you’re gonna crash in your truck?” you laugh. It isn’t mean when you say it. Just amused.  
“I don’t know. You don’t really get used to having money when you grew up without it. I still feel guilty buying a new pair of boots or something when my old ones ain't coming apart at the soles and shit.”
You nod. “That makes sense. Eminem had a similar thing.”
“Yeah, I’ve always thought me and Eminem were similar,” JJ deadpans.
It seems to strike well with you because you’re cracking up, laughing like he’s just told the best joke you’ve ever heard. He smiles. He always liked making you laugh. You have a horrendous laugh: truly awful. Cats in a bag being bashed against the wall-howling dog parade level of terrible. JJ loved it though. He used to tickle you just to hear it. Watching you now, head titled back, eyes shut and mouth agape, guffawing like a damn hyena…He feels like throwing up.
“Sorry, that…That was good,” you chuckle, wiping your eyes and catching your breath. “You were always good at making me laugh.”
“Fuck knows why,” JJ chuckles.
“Cause you’re funny,” you reply, as if its obvious. “You were always funny.”
It’s strange how the tone of the conversation rises and falls like a mountain range the longer the two of you sit on the sofa.
Your smile turns sombre, like when someone reminisces over a funny memory of their dead pet. Nice at first, amused, and then dampened with the reminder that those times have passed.
“It’s weird, to be honest. You’re so different now but you’re also still JJ.”
“Different how?”
“I don’t know,” you sigh. You glance around the room for a moment, as if you’d find the answer hidden in code on the spine of the books stacked on the windowsill. You look at him again. “Your face looks different.”
“It does?” JJ asks. He lifts a hand and strokes his jaw. He could do with a shave, he supposes. The vanity tries to bite through to ask how, but before he can, you’re talking again.
“You don’t drink,” you add, nodding to the orange juice still sat on the coffee table. “You’re quieter. Less…”
You seem to lose the words and so you gesture with your hands. Explosion.
“Calmer. Sadder, but not sad.”
“I can’t tell if these are good things or not,” JJ says, half-joking.
“You look at me different too.”
That makes him pause. He meets your eyes and holds your gaze, steady. The whole room shifts in a moment, from carefree catch-up to tense confrontation.
“Different?”
“Yeah. You look at me different.”
“I don’t know what you mean,” JJ mutters, going to reach for his drink.
“Yes, you do, JJ.”
Your smile is gone now. He can tell, catching it from his peripheral. Suddenly he doesn’t want to be here. Doesn’t want to be in Kildare, doesn’t want to be in this house, in this room.
“You could at least acknowledge it, you know?”
“I don’t understand—”
“It’s actually more rude to not acknowledge it,” you snip.
“I’m not being rude, I’m just making conversation. You’re the one who’s got me on blast like you’re some God damn therapist,” JJ hits back, meeting your steely stare.
“You feel like you’re on blast?”
“I feel like I’m being observed, that’s for fucking sure.”
“Maybe you are. Maybe you are being observed, JJ,” you return, voice harsh and cutting like how a blade slices through paper. “Because it’s fucking weird having you back.”
“You’re the one that invited me here.”
“That’s not what I mean and you know it,” you say.
JJ takes a breath and closes his eyes. The anger never went away, despite what you’ve just told him, he just got older. Got better at hiding it. Got enough money to try therapy. He takes another moment to breathe through it. Push it down his throat and back into his stomach and let it burn out in the acid.
“I’m sorry,” you quietly say. The venom is gone. “I shouldn’t have…I’m sorry.”
He isn’t sure why – can’t pinpoint a perfect reason behind it – but behind his eyelids, JJ feels tears swell. Feels his lips twitch like a child when they hit their funny bone. His next breath in is shaky.
“JJ?”
“Just…”
His voice cracks and he clears it, shaking his head. He wants to open his eyes but he’s scared he’ll start crying, and he’s not doing that, not right now, not today. It’s not even you. You’d seen him cry before. Held him through it and patched him up; made him smile after the sadness. But he refuses to cry today because he can’t give his dad that satisfaction, even if it’s not about him. Opening his eyes, no tears escape. He reaches for the juice and downs it.
“I’m sorry.”
“Stop saying that,” he snaps. Then, softer, “please.”
You nod. There’s a quiet. Then, you move to stand and he closes his eyes again because it’s a struggle for you to stand. It’s a struggle. He rubs a hand over his mouth as if trying to shove the welling emotions back inside. There’s the sound of running water in the background as JJ tries to gather himself. The crack-crack-crack of a gas stove turning on and then the clink of metal on metal. You’ve put the kettle on, boiling water. There’s the tinker of porcelain mugs being taken off a stand. He seems to zone in on the peaceful sounds of you making coffee.
When you pour water into the mugs, he remembers the sound of your voice years back. ‘Did you know humans have the ability to hear the difference between hot and cold water being poured?’ ‘Why the fuck do you know that?’ ‘I don’t know. Just thought it was interesting.’
As the teaspoon repeatedly brushes against the inside of the cup as you stir in the instant coffee and milk, JJ finally feels all the emotions even out. As your footsteps make their way back over to him, you flick on the lamp by the front door. JJ opens his eyes to see you place a steaming cup of Joe in front of him on the coffee table. The mug is cute. It’s peach pink and says “I’m drinking tea instead of committing crimes” on the front in an innocent type-writer print.
“Cute mug.”
“Thanks. Thought of you.”
He silently laughs. You sit closer to him this time and your mug sits next to his. There’s no funny quote written across the paint. Then your hand is on his back, barely rubbing him, and it hits JJ that this is the first time you’ve touched him in five years.
“I shouldn’t have gotten so angry,” you tell him. “It ain’t my place to say any of that. Especially not today.”
“It’s true, though. That’s the kicker, ain’t it? That it’s true,” JJ replies.
He sighs and leans back, sitting upright once more. Your hand falls away and you clasp it in the other in your lap. He glances down and takes in your side profile. That stupid piece of hair has come lose again, fallen in your face. He distracts his twitching fingers by twisting one of his rings.
“I’m okay, you know,” you tell him. You look up and meet his eyes. Yours are damp with emotion, just like his were moments earlier. “I’m really okay.”
“You almost weren’t though.”
“Is that the problem? That I almost wasn’t?”
“It’s not the problem. You were never a problem.”
“I ain't mean it like that,” you tell him. You shake your head and JJ isn’t entirely sure why. “Can I ask you something?”
“Of course.”
“Am I the reason that you left Kildare?”
A bird calls outside and JJ seems to latch onto it like a lifeline. That question makes him feel stranded and scared. He wasn’t ready for it despite being fully prepared.
“I don’t think so.”
“You don’t think so?”
“I…It ain't that simple.”
“Can you explain it to me, maybe?” you wonder. There’s no wrath to your tone anymore – no vendetta against him. There’s just curiosity and care, and this wonderful tenderness that JJ always associated with you from day one, when you offered him your cap to keep his hair off his face.
“I didn’t like the person I was in Kildare.”
“Okay,” you quietly say.
“I didn’t like how I acted. I didn’t like how reckless I was, and how I didn’t care who got hurt in the process.”
“Like me?”
JJ swallows. He doesn’t tear his eyes from yours though. “Yeah. Like you.”
“Okay,” you repeat, quieter still, nodding.
“After El Dorado, coming back here, everything felt tainted. I just…I needed to escape it. My dad and my past and…And you. I couldn’t face it. I felt like I’d caused some freak accident and had gotten away, and then I'd come back to face the aftermath and I just couldn’t stomach it. I just ran.”
You nod.
“I just ran,” he hears himself repeat. “And I’m not proud of it. Of any of it.”
“Okay.”
“And I wanted to fix things, but I didn’t know how. Every time I thought of coming back to Kildare, or picking up the phone, or going on Instagram and finding you…I just got so fucking scared, like a stupid shithead kid. I was so scared of becoming the guy I was again.”
And, again, you nod. When he doesn’t continue, you fill the space. “How long have you been sober?”
“The minute I left Kildare.”
“Fuck.”
“Cold turkey. It sucked ass. It still does. You don’t miss it any less. I miss the rage too, sometimes. I miss my dad sometimes, too. Miss him beating on me. How fucked up is that? That I miss him beating on me?”
You don’t seem to know what to say to that. You just look down at the coffee mugs and watch how the steam is slowly but surely going away.
“I am sorry. I know that ain't worth anything, but I am sorry.”
“It is worth something.” You clear your throat, voice coming out stronger when you say, “It’s worth everything.”
Your smile comes back, timid and tiny. You meet eyes for the millionth time that night.
“It feels like I’ve been ready for you to come back, for so long, and now you’re actually here and…I don’t even know where to start.” He watches your tongue dart out and wet your lips. “I wasn’t expecting you to look so good.”
“Disappointed?”
“Massively. I would have got my ass in the gym more if I knew it was a Goddamn competition.”
JJ smiles. “You were always a sore loser.”
“Says you,” you snort.
There’s another peak in the conversation after the long slug of the last dip. It’s so bizarre. So wonderfully bizarre.
“I’m proud of you, for getting sober. Do you feel better for it?”
“Depends.”
“Well, you look better for it,” you say.
“You’re drooling, I think,” JJ teases, reaching a finger out to prod your cheek.
Rolling your eyes, you mirthfully bat his hand away. “You’re hallucinating.”
“Well, withdrawal does crazy things,” he quips back.
You chuckle and shake your head. “I missed you like crazy.”
“I miss you too.”
Your lips part a little with that. Miss. You seem to hesitate to hold his gaze then, like it’s too intense. JJ feels as though he can see every emotion flash across your face in a second, like watching a car crash in slow motion. Surprise, shock, joy, anger, then sadness. It’s that sadness that hammers hard when you speak, voice weak.
“You left without saying anything, JJ. For five years. You just left me.”
“Don’t make it sound like that. Like I abandoned you.”
“But you did,” you whisper. The tears are back. You’ve both fallen from the top of the mountain. “You abandoned me.”
“You don’t get it,” JJ replies, voice suddenly thick.
“I was in it with you.”
“You didn’t see it,” JJ forces out. His tears are falling: they didn’t wait this time. “You didn’t see how it looked – how you looked. You looked so fucking fragile and tiny and small and your leg was so bent and twisted and black – it was black – and I thought you were already dead.”
Your breathing is shaky and broken. The two of you sit on your sofa in the sunset, eyes locked, tears streaming, chests heaving like you’ve run a marathon. The word ‘dead’ hangs in the air and haunts the room.
“I thought you were dead, and I thought it was because of me.”
“Do you hate me for it?”
“Why the fuck would I—”
“Because I didn’t die? Do you hate me for it?”
JJ blinks back his bewilderment. He physically shifts back in his seat, as if you just spat in his face. Horrified, he tells you, “Of course I don’t. Why would you even ask me that?”
“Because I’m still here, JJ. But you acted like I wasn’t for five years. You didn’t even come see me in the hospital. Didn’t sit with me in the ambulance. Hell, you can’t even look at my leg now! You think I didn’t notice? At the graveyard, and now. You think I can’t see it on your face?”
JJ whispers your name in a tearful plea. Stop.
“I’m still here, JJ. And I invited you back here, and I went to the funeral, because I wanted to see you.”
“To show me what I did?” JJ asks, harsher than needed.
You hold his gaze. “To show you I’m okay.”
He shakes his head, insistent. “It was my fault. If I hadn’t been drinking and if I’d been thinking straight, I would have never let you jump off the bike like that. It was fucking reckless and stupid and I would never, ever do it again. It was all my fault.”
“I don’t care who’s fault it was, JJ,” you whisper. Your hand reaches out and traces his cheek and jaw, and he can’t help but lean into your warm touch. There you sit, cradling his face as if he was the victim in this whole thing. It calms him almost immediately. “Nobody forced me on that bike. Nobody forced me to jump, not even you.”
“I shouldn’t have let you.”
“JJ,” you sigh.
He closes his eyes as you shift in your spot, and somehow you end up with your forehead pressed against his. He reaches out one of his hands for the other of yours that rests in your lap and he clenches it, tight. You’re both still crying but they’re silent tears now.
“I forgive you, JJ.”
He shakes his head whilst you nod.
“Yes, I do, I forgive you. I always have. You know why?”
He doesn’t speak. Doesn’t move.
“Because you were dealt the shitest hand I’ve ever known and look who you are. You’re sober, and you're healthy, and you have loving friends and a steady income and a job which you love, and a boathouse, and so much of your life left. And you didn’t kill anyone. You didn’t kill me, JJ. You didn’t even lose me.”
“I don’t—”
“We’re more than our mistakes.”
When JJ opens his eyes, you pull back enough to let him meet your gaze. As if you know what he’s about to ask, you smile. That smile…JJ feels like he’s coming home.
“You’re more than your mistakes, JJ.”
The moment his lips slot against yours, tentative and hesitant, like a bird exploring new ground for the first time, he’s home. There’s hardly a moment of reluctance, of confusion and mismatch from the time passed, before you’re kissing him back. The softness of your lips against his and the brush of your tongue. The sigh in your voice and the tilt of your head. It’s so seamless and sweet and safe. JJ feels safe here, with you. He feels like all the shit doesn’t matter. He feels like sober might actually be synonymous with happiness, with you. When he lies you down on the sofa, JJ doesn’t want to leave this room, this house, or Kildare. He wants to stay here, worshipping you, breathing you in until you consume all of his senses, because after five years, nothing has made him feel as alive as this. As you.
Everything is a wonderful illusion of being rushed and well-paced all at once. He revels in the way your skin gives gently beneath the scrape of his teeth. When he sucks at your throat, the skin is so delicate, and this close to you JJ can smell nothing but your perfume. He wants to fucking drown in it.
“Fuck, I missed you,” he pants. You’re gasping too. Fingers sliding through his hair, down his sides, along his face.
“I missed you,” you whine.
And that phrase gets repeated over and over like a mantra or a prayer. He hears himself whispering it against your skin with every button he undoes on your blouse. Basks in the sound of your voice, older and mature but still you, as you say it whilst pushing his dress shirt off his shoulder.
There’s a stalling pause when his fingers finish tracing down your stomach to your pants. You seem to notice it. Your hand comes to his face and thumbs at his cheek. They’re still sticky from dried tears.
“JJ,” you whisper, coaxing his attention back to your face. You’re glowing. You’re happy, you’re healthy, and you’re here. “It’s okay.” Nodding, you repeat. “It’s okay.”
Then, he watches your own fingers land on the button of your pants, slowly undoing it. Then the other and the third until they’re lose. He watches you wriggle out of them, pulling them down, struggling somewhat from the tight position on the sofa. Watches the scars emerge, faint but clear, and how they grow and spread like ivy on the side of a house. They merge with the cellulite and stretch marks. With a random bruise you must’ve gotten from hitting your leg on the table the other day. They’re a part of you – plain and simple. At the knee, there’s the connection for your prosthetic right leg. Once your trousers are off, JJ finds himself reaching out to touch it. This thing that he was partly responsible for, this marvel of medicine, the reason you can walk. He loves it and hates it desperately all at once. Glancing back up to your face, you’re watching him just as carefully as he was watching you. But you’re smiling.
“You’re okay,” JJ finds himself saying quietly. Because you are. You’re here, laying almost bare before him, just like you had years before.
“It’s rude to make a girl wait, JJ,” you tease.
With that, JJ’s smile is blossoming back like the returning of spring flowers following a brutal winter. He leans forward and catches himself above you with his arms, kissing you like you’re all the oxygen in the world. Your left leg rubs at his calf, still covered by his trousers, and you giggle against his mouth.
“Fuck, I missed this,” you say. “I missed you.”
“How much?”
“So much,” you say.
“Oh yeah? What’d you miss?” JJ persists, kissing down your neck.
“Your mouth,” you say through a moan. His hands slip behind your back and unclasp your bra. You arch your back enough for him to tug it off.
“My mouth?” he wonders, breathing it against your skin. You’re practically writhing. JJ laughs. “What about my mouth?”
“Don’t be a jackass, JJ,” you mutter.
“You want my mouth?”
“Yes,” you quietly beg.
“You do?” he checks, kissing over your breast, sucking at your nipple. “Where do you want it?”
“You fucking know where,” you sigh, impatience shining through.
He grins at the sudden hitch of your moan as he softly nips at the sensitive skin around your nipple. Then he’s kissing down your stomach until finally his fingers hook into the sides of your panties. He slowly, tauntingly, pulls them down. You kick them off at the ankles, a clear act of frustration, and he bites back his laugh.
“What? Here?” JJ plants a kiss to your hipbone. “You want my mouth here? Or…”
Another kiss, to your pelvic bone.
“Here?”
“Fuck you, Maybank.”
“You wanna?”
“I swear to fucking God,” you huff, laughing through the annoyance.
With that, JJ settles himself between your legs and praises you like you deserve to be. The noises you make are downright evil, considering he can do nothing about it and has to hold it together. You taste so familiar on his tongue.
“Fucking missed you,” he groans against you.
When he sucks on your clit, your hands latch into his hair. Your back is arching and you’re gasping and panting and desperate, and JJ feels like a young God. Pulling back, he slips a finger into your hole and it welcomes him so easily. He cusses at how wet you are.
“Come on baby. Come on, I know you’re close.”
The tells of your body haven’t changed since the last time you two were in this position. The way your mouth hangs open in a silent moan when you fall over the edge is so surreal to see after five years apart. He feels you spasms around him and basks in the scratch of your nails against his scalp as you try to ground yourself. He hardly has time to suck his fingers clean before your pulling his mouth to yours and kissing him stupid.
“Fucking missed you,” you repeat against his mouth, making him laugh. “Nobody fucks me as good as you.”
“Jesus Christ, you can’t say shit like that,” JJ chuckles. “Won’t last.”
“Don’t care,” you say. “Only thing bigger than your ego is your dick.”
JJ can’t help but laugh at that. He loves your giggles in response. And then your hands are shoving at his trousers and the humour is gone, replaced with nothing but raw lust and desperation. There’s nothing performative about it, when the two of you hurry to strip his clothes away as soon as possible. He takes note to get his socks off. You’d always had a weird thing about it, sex in socks, and nothing was going to taint this night. Not after so long.
Being inside you…JJ missed it more than all the alcohol and weed in the world. Nothing compared to the feeling of you clenching around him. The vice of your leg hitched up and over his back as he grips into your thigh, mean and firm, perfecting the angle. The senseless, endless whines falling from your agape mouth, eyes closed tight, lost in the feeling of it. JJ wants nothing to be less than perfect for you, for this. Every stroke, every kiss, every clench of his fingers…it all has to be perfect. He knows when you’re close and he’s more than fucking relieved. It’s taking everything in him not to come. He needs you to fall over the edge first.
“Do the thing,” you whine. “Do the thing, John.”
With that, JJ remembers five years back, to late nights and later mornings spent rolling in bed with you. He bites into his lip, holding back his shit-eating grin as the memories flood back, and he leans forward to your ear. Gently taking the lobe within his teeth, he croons into the shell of your ear.
“That’s my good fucking girl.”
And finally, you fall apart, taking JJ with you like you always would.
When the high finally passes and the endorphins settle down, the two of you are laying on the sofa, only covered by a throw blanket JJ had dragged down from the back of the sofa. You’ve somehow shuffled so you’re laying mostly atop of him. His arms are locked around your damp stomach like a vice, nose nestled into your hair, just behind your ear, breathing you in with every inhale.
“Will you stay in Kildare, just for a short while? For me?”
JJ wants to laugh but he knows how wrong that would be in this moment. The humour doesn’t come from the question, but from the notion that he’d leave after finally having you back in his life, safe and happy, after five long years.
“Anything,” he whispers, pressing a kiss against your hair. Anything for you.
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“You look like shit by the way,” JJ says.
His hands are warm in his cargo pant pockets. Head tilted down and gaze steady, he sighs.
“Guess you didn’t have chance to clean up though, right?”
Shockingly, the gravestone says nothing back. Well, says nothing asides form Luke Maybank in barely legible font.
It still feels surreal, that his dad is gone. That they’d never remedy anything, or even attempt to fix their relationship. That JJ wouldn’t be able to face him and show him what he’d become. How he’d risen past it all and grown from the pain and the agony. That he’d taken the shitty hand that he was dealt and turned it into nothing but flushes and full houses. That he hadn’t grown into a petty criminal or a tax-evading lowlife, but a strong, good-willed, well-intentioned man. The thought, bittersweet at heart, makes him smile.
“I’m happy dad. I know you probably hate that, being dead and all, but I am.”
As if on cue, there’s the high pitch giggles from afar that catch JJ’s attention. He glances over to spot you and your wonderful mini-you, sitting on your shoulders, waving at him. He waves back, small and short, smiling.
“I’m glad you never met her,” JJ tells his dad, never tearing his eyes away from the pair of you. You ease her off your shoulders and take her hand, pointing to a small bed of daffodils. “I was so scared I’d be bad at this. I was so scared that I’d be like you.”
She’s so fragile as she picks a flower free from the bunch, holding it by the stem, up to you. You nod and presumably smile in approval.
“But I’ll never be like you. She’ll never know what it feels like to live in fear,” JJ states, firmly. He looks back down to the grave. “I’m not your mistakes, and I’m not mine.”
He lowers to a squat and wipes some of the dirt off the stone, revealing the dates. “Happy birthday, dad. You suck, and I hope you’re finally at peace.”
“Daddy, daddy…”
There’s an insistent tug at his jacket sleeve. JJ smiles and looks down at the best mistake he ever made. Mistake is a strong word. ‘Oops, I think is better’, you’d said when you first showed him the pregnancy test.
“What’s up, bub?”
“I found this flower. Can I give it to papa?”
JJ takes the daffodil and glances to the grave. A brief moment of anger passes over him like the breeze of winter. He doesn’t deserve this. He isn’t your papa. I’m glad he’s dead. But he closes his eyes and breathes. Your hand squeezing gently at his shoulder tells him you’re there. It helps ground him.
“Yeah, bub. I think that’d be nice,” he smiles, handing it back.
She giggles as she puts it on the grass just before the stone. Her laughter is brighter and louder still when JJ scoops her up as he stands, looping her around him until she’s a backpack.
“You wanna get ice cream?”
“Hell yeah,” you whoop.
“Hell yeah!” mini-you copies. JJ laughs.
“Alrighty, lets go.”
As the three of you make the small walk back to the car, you intertwine your fingers with JJ’s, holding his hand tight and secure. JJ takes one last glance back at the gravestone. It all began here, in a way, the re-introduction to a life he thought he’d lost. Perhaps the nicest thing JJ’s dad ever did, the kindest act he ever performed, was dying. Perhaps that was his way of paying him back for all the crap he gave.
“Hey.”
JJ glances down at you.
“You okay?”
He smiles. Then, he nods. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m okay.”
Everything is going to be okay.
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maybankprincess · 1 year
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ೃ⁀➷ leaving cute notes - jj maybank ⋆.ೃ࿔*:・
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pairing: jj maybank x reader
warnings: not proofread, that's about it, please do inform if there's more :)
a/n: hope you enjoy it!
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you were heading to your locker with your friends Sarah and Kiara. you had to take books out for your next few lessons and had to put the ones in your hands in your locker.
you were talking about random things as you all went to open your lockers which were all around the same area.
once you were at your locker, you put in your combination and opened it as a small paper fell out of it.
you didn't think much of it as you thought it was one of your many flashcards stacked in your metal compartment and proceeded to put your books in and take out the ones you needed.
it was only when you reached down to retrieve the paper that you realised it was a note that was left in your locker.
the paper read: "I've always had a crush on you but I never had the courage to confess"
you frown as you didn't recognise the handwriting but also at the words.
"um.. girls?" you let out and turn to look at Sarah and Kiara
you wordlessly show them the note. they both read it, Kiara recognising the messy handwriting as belonging to her blond pogue friend but choose not to say anything for now.
"well, seems like our besties has a secret admirer" Sarah says and laughs happily "who do you think it is? any boys showed you extra attention recently?" she continues as you try to think of who it could be.
"no clue, everyone's been normal" you say and shrug "besides, could be rafe and his friends trying to prank me or something" you say and stuff the note in your jean pocket before grabbing your things.
"but it could also be genuine" Kiara says trying not to sound obvious.
you just shrugged and moved on with your day.
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you didn't receive any new messages in the last few days so you just figured it was some dumb joke and moved on.
that was until you opened in your locker one morning and a familiar piece of paper fell out.
this time you immediately picked it up and read it.
"no, this is not a joke, I truly have had a crush on you since elementary school"
after this message, notes started to regularly end up in your locker.
soon enough, every morning, you were greeted by the falling piece of paper.
messages like: "hope you had a wonderful weekend" and "have a nice day, gorgeous" soon started to give you the boost you needed to start your day.
you desperately wanted to know who your secret admirer was. so, you, kiara and Sarah set up a plan that you would get to school extra early one day and hide around the corner of the lockers in the hopes of finding out who it was.
so that's how you found yourselves at school at 7AM huddled up while hiding around the corner of your locker.
the silence of the hallways making it become very boring very quickly as you tried not to doze of with how early it was.
you had closed your eyes for a few seconds trying to keep your mind busy to stay awake and alert as you heard footsteps heading towards you.
you three remained silent as you peaked around the corner to see who it could be.
you saw a hooded individual heading towards your locker and place a piece of paper in it.
while the individual was heading towards the exit, a breeze caused his hair to blow in the wind, exposing his dirty blond locks.
you guys sneak behind the person and pull his hoodie off.
the person looks back revealing that the mystery person was your friend, JJ Maybank. you guys shared a few classes together, you guys even worked on a presentation together. frankly, you had a pretty big crush on the blond man but you never thought he would've reciprocated the feeling.
he looks at you shocked that someone else was present so early and even more shocked when he sees that he's you.
"it's you?" you ask confused
jj stands there while rubbing the back of his neck.
"um..yeah.." he answers while looking down "I didn't mean for you to find out like that" he continues
"I mean I'm kinda glad I did" you say as he looks up at you
"gosh, please don't think of me as a creep now" he pleads
"of course I wouldn't jayj!" you say and smile "well I'm actually happy I found out"
he looks at you confused and asks "why is that?"
"because I can now do this" you say and lean up to connect your lips with his
at first, jj is shocked and doesn't kiss back but when he finally comes to his sense, he does.
a voice behind you says "about damn time you guys confessed your feeling to each other" which makes you pull away from jj and let out a laugh.
you turn and realise that Kiara said it.
"I'm so happy for you guys!" Sarah says and comes over to hug you tightly.
for the rest of the day, jj hadn't stopped engaging in pda with you in the hallways, during your mutual classes and even during lunch times.
the boy was truly too excited that his crush liked him back to resist holding back his affection in public.
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bussyslayer333 · 1 year
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c’mon baby, let me see
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summary: truth or dare with JJ leads to a revealing request.
pairing: jj maybank x fem!reader
word count: 2.1k
warnings: swearing, mentions of alcohol, smut, unprotected pinv, wrap it before you tap it pls :)
MDNI this is an 18+ fic
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“Lame!” JJ calls out to John B as he retreats to his room at the back of the chateau, receiving only a middle finger in response.
“What? You scared to be left alone with me Maybank?” You tease, extending your leg to poke him with a manicured toe.
JJ smacks at your foot playfully and snorts at your words, “shut up, you’re just excited to be alone with me.”
“Yeah, whatever you want to think J.” You smirk, sipping at your beer bottle.
“Okay okay, we should make things interesting though,” JJ decides, moving to sit opposite you on the floor.
“What did you have in mind?” You question, propping your head up on your hand.
“Truth or dare,” he announces proudly with an obnoxious sip of his cheap beer.
You can’t help but laugh, “God, what are we 12?”
“Awww c’mon baby, it’ll be fun!” JJ protests, and you can’t hide the way your stomach flips at the nickname.
“Hmmph, fine, truth or dare, J?”
JJ looks at you as if you’ve grown a second head. Of course you know what he’s going to pick.
“It’s not the game if I don’t ask!” You roll your eyes and hum to think of a dare, JJ mimes a clock ticking down noise whilst you glare at him playfully.
“I dare you toooooo chug the rest of your beer,” you finish lamely.
“Ugh seriously? I’m giving you a shit dare free pass on that one because it’s the first one.” He boos, “next one better be good.”
JJ complies anyway, chugging what was left of his beer in mere seconds before burping loudly.
“Gross,” you shiver making JJ chuckle.
“Okay sweetheart, truth or dare?” JJ questions with a fake professional accent, sitting up straight.
“Hmmm, truth.” You decide.
“Don’t be boring!”
“I’m not! Just pick a good question,” you defend.
“Okayyyyy, who was the last person you hooked up with?”
It was expected that this was the direction JJ would take his questions in, so you think back to the party last week.
“Jackson-”
“That Freak?” JJ exclaims, leaning forward.
“Shut up, he’s not that bad,” you groan picking at the rug beneath you.
“Did he make you bark or some other freak shit?” JJ practically giggles.
“No he did not! He was… I don’t know it was fine.” You decide.
“That bad huh?” JJ prods further.
“Hey you’ve had too many questions now it’s my turn, truth or dare?”
“Truth,” JJ shrugs at you shocked expression, “I can change it up if I want!”
You scrap the dares you’d been conjuring up whilst JJ had been questioning you and instead think about what you wanted to know about JJ. It was hard, being friends with someone like JJ for so long meant that you knew basically everything about him. Especially since he spoke every thought that came to his head aloud, whether you wanted to hear it or not.
“What’s your biggest fantasy?” You question with a smirk, preparing yourself for whatever nonsense about Megan Fox he was going to spew.
JJ flushes slightly at your question, and straightens in his position. His awkward reaction makes you brows furrow. JJ clears his throat before finally beginning,
“there’s this girl and she’s, fuck she’s smokin’. I think about her on top of me all the goddamn time,” he groans, seemingly lost in thought for a moment.
His confession intrigues you, and the rasp in his voice makes your thighs clench slightly, which you actively decide to ignore before continuing.
“Who is this mystery girl?” You tease, “anyone I’d know?”
“Uh-uh,” JJ leans over to wag a finger in your face, “one question at a time, sweetheart.”
“Fine,” you roll your eyes, “my turn.”
“Truth or dare, m’lady?” JJ exaggerates again.
You hum in faux thought for a moment before picking dare.
“I can change it up if I want!” You use his words from earlier against him.
JJ raises his hands in surrender before sitting in thought for a moment, he looks slightly unsure before a smirk settles onto his face.
“I dare you to take your shirt off.” JJ announces proudly.
You gawk at him for a moment, taking notice of the way his eyes dart briefly down to where your nipples can been seen through your thin shirt.
“I- I don’t have a bra on,” you fumble.
“You don’t have to do it,” JJ quickly adds, not one to make you uncomfortable.
“No I want to!” You answer slightly to eagerly, “I just- ugh fuck it.”
You take the bottom of your shirt in your hands and swipe it quickly over your head. The air is cool on you chest and your nipples pebble quickly now exposed to the air. The way JJ’s gaze doesn’t lift from your boobs isn’t lost on you.
His tongue comes out to swipe at his dry lips quickly and he reaches an arm out tentatively to grab at the pillow on the couch behind him.
“Seriously?!” You giggle at JJ’s flushed cheeks.
“Don’t be mean!” He whines, “you’ve got really great tits by the way.”
“Thank you, but like? Have you never seen tits before?” You question with only a hint of mocking.
“Yes! I have, yours are just, I don’t know- better.” He defends.
“I’m flattered, honestly,” you giggle out, looking down at your boobs.
You push your chest out slightly as you lean back in your position, revelling in the way JJ’s gaze never wavers.
“Truth or dare, J?” You question in newfound confidence.
“Uhhhhhhhmm dare.”
“I dare you to take your shorts off.”
JJ’s eyes dart up to meet your own quickly, his baby blues flicker dark quickly and he smiles.
“You horny bitch!” He accuses, already shedding himself of his shorts.
“I just can’t stand the sight of those camo shorts J, it’s a fashion crime!” You laugh out, quickly being silenced by JJ’s actions.
His tanned skin stretches in planes down his toned stomach. You always knew JJ was attractive, but this was truly a sight to behold. His shirt came off as well, and you looked to him in confusion.
“All out baby,” he smirks, teasing lilt obvious in his voice.
You hope your gulp is at least somewhat inconspicuous as you try to avert your gaze from the expanse of JJ’s chest all the way down to the dark blonde sprinkling of hair in his happy trail. His boxers are threadbare and leave little to your imagination. You always knew JJ was packing some heat, but you’d be damned if you let him know.
“Cat got your tongue?” He mocks.
“Shut up, ask me now.” You divulge.
“Truth or dare sweetheart?”
“Dare,” you challenge, holding eye contact with JJ’s piercing blue gaze.
“Strip.” He shrugs, “i’m feeling a little singled out sweetheart.”
You roll your eyes and stand to your full height in front of JJ. He watches with hooded eyes as you slowly wiggle out of your shorts and panties, leaving yourself bare in front of him. The tension in the room should be uncomfortably thick, the only noises are that of your baited breath.
“Truth or dare, JJ?” you whisper as he stands, now only millimetres from your face.
“Dare.”
“I dare you to fuck me,” you smile sweetly, voice laced with sugar.
“I thought you’d never ask,” JJ practically growls, hands coming to paw at your flesh.
His lips meet yours harshly, a clash of teeth and saliva that should be unpleasant but only spurs you into his grip more. JJ is rutting up into you as his lips continue to attack yours, you can feel the heat rising in your belly the more he lets our small groans and moans. Your hand trails down his stomach and past the band of his boxers to grip at his hard cock, JJ let’s out a small gasp as you begin slowly stroking him.
“You’re a little tease,” he murmurs against your lips.
You can practically feel his smirk as he takes the hand that was groping at your breast and tweaks at your nipple. JJ ruts up into your hand a few more times before pulling away, mumbling something about “busting too soon.”
Now freed from his grip, you turn and make your way over to the couch, getting on all fours and waving your hips in JJ’s direction.
“Fucking Christ, sweetheart,” he groans, making his way over to you.
JJ slaps at the flesh of your ass lightly, chuckling to himself at the way it jiggles. It makes you arch back into his touch, a small squeak falling from your mouth.
“Please touch me, J.” You whine almost pathetically, tired of waiting.
“So impatient!” He tuts, swiping a finger through your glistening folds quickly.
You roll your eyes and turn to look back at him to make a snarky comment. You’re greeted with the sight of JJ slowly stroking himself whilst staring at your behind. It shuts you up almost immediately, instead a needy whimper falls from your lips, only fuelling JJ further.
“You want it that bad huh?” He teases, leaning forward to swipe his tip through your folds.
“Y-yes, fuck!” You moan out, trying to push yourself back onto him.
He stills you with a hand gripping at your hip, the other still holding himself. JJ pushes in slowly, giving you time to accommodate to the stretch. You feel full everywhere, your arms already starting to weaken beneath you.
“I’ll give it to you, baby.” He decides, reaching down to place a kiss on your shoulder before beginning his relentless pace.
JJ’s thrusts are calculated, hitting deep within you each time enough to elicit guttural groans. He keeps one hand on your hip but brings the other forward to grip at your hair. The slam of his hips against the meat of your ass is addictive, JJ’s head is thrown almost completely back as he loses himself to the feeling of you.
“God, you’re so fucking gorgeous,” he moans out, pulling at your hair to allow you to lock gazes with him.
Your mouth is dropped open in pleasure, drool spilling slightly from the side of your mouth from your incoherent whimpers. JJ’s hand that was weaved into your hair, moves down towards your pussy where he takes two fingers and begins to swirl at your clit, moaning in delight at the way your clench around him.
“Fuck, J, keep doing that,” you heave out, hips pushing back against his harder.
JJ obeys your commands, increasing the pressure slightly in his movements to get you closer to the edge. It works embarrassingly quickly, combined with how vocal he is with how good you’re making him feel.
“Squeezing me so fucking tight,” he mumbles mostly to himself, hips stuttering as you clench around him again.
“I’m close, shit don’t stop,” you moan out breathlessly.
JJ slams himself into you with renewed vigour, toying at your clit as your moans reach a crescendo. And when JJ pushes into you once more, the coil that had been building in your belly snaps, sending you over the edge.
JJ has to pull out of you quickly as he spurts his release onto your lower back, leaving you clenching around nothing as you ride out your high.
You giggle slightly as your come back down, “shit that was-”
“You’re incredible,” JJ interrupts, smirking at the way your smile suddenly become shy.
“Aww don’t get all shy now you’ve got my cum on your back,” JJ teases, reaching down to pick up the nearest item of clothing to wipe away his spend.
“Hey! Thats my shirt!” You whine as he holds up the now ruined piece of fabric.
“Oops, guess you’ll have to wear mine,” he shrugs, not looking remorseful at all as he throws his balled up shirt into your lap.
You roll your eyes but put it on nonetheless, climbing into his lap on the couch. JJ kisses you softly this time, nipping at your lips.
“You’re the girl.” He whispers.
“Huh?”
“The one in my fantasy,” he mumbles, slightly embarrassed.
It makes you smile, his sudden change in demeanour.
“I’d hope so,” you giggle, “you just rocked my shit on John B’s couch.”
“God, he’s gonna kill us,” JJ mutters into your hair.
“Totally.”
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a/n: MY FIRST OBX PIECE AHHHH
i hope everyone loves, and doesn’t hate me for naming this after peacock by katy perry LMFAO
pls comment, reblog, or send me an ask and tell me what you think !!
thank you for reading :))
- honey <333
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TW: semi-public sexual actions. Smut. Language. Degrading language. 
SUMMARY: A Series of dares result in secrets being brought to the surface. 
WORD COUNT: 2100
*ORIGINAL CONCEPT*
"If you want to wuss out, that's up to you, but I'm going for bragging rights..." JJ continued to lead the parade of pogues making their way to the direction of the Crain House.  Only now, John B and Pope were stragglers while you were left with a decision to remain with the wise or continue forward with the reckless. 
"Better a wuss that's alive..." Pope spoke in a loud whisper as JJ simply responded with a middle finger catching the motion sensor and forcing all of the lights throughout the backyard to illuminate the entire scene. 
"You aren't really going are you?" John B asked as he caught your wrist. 
"Already made it this far..." The amount of overgrowth and shadow allowed you to slip undetected behind JJ's charge as he found focus to the window at the side of the house. 
"What now, Mcguver?" You teased as he pulled out his pocket knife. 
"Patience is a virtue..." You rolled your eyes and feigned a yawn before he managed to pry the window open. 
"Ladies first?" 
"I'll gladly follow behind this time."
He began to move forwards before turning back at the last second. But upon doing so, you had already advanced, which brought your lips a mere inch away from his. 
"You just wanna stare at my ass, don't you?" You pushed him forward, unintentionally knocking him ass first into the basement of the house as he grunted. 
"Always thought if you'd bruise my ass it would be from slapping it-"
"Serves you right..." You responded before dropping down in a feline stance and rising effortlessly. 
"Need help?" 
"I'm scared of your help." You pushed him forward and through the clutter of antiquated toys and furniture lining the bottom room of the house. Your eyes collecting at the more feminine of objects as he came to a baseball bat. 
"This could do some damage..." 
"I don't think any of this needs any help..." You explained while sliding your finger over the top of a shelf as dust collected at the pad of your middle digit. 
"Think anything is worth anything?" He questioned as he picked up decor colored a rusted gold. 
"Is that really all you think about?" To this question, his eyes sank to your physique. He began immediately at your chest and down to your legs, mostly exposed for the aesthetic of another pogue's summer in the Outer Banks. 
"Not all..." 
"You're a pig-" A sudden creaking of a top step led your eyes to widen before you were pulled away in the nick of time. 
"Hello?" An elderly woman's voice echoed in the small space around you as his hand wrapped over your mouth. Your body was pulled to a small cavern as he covered you with the protection of his own body. Until this moment, you hadn't made more than an obvious note of his physique. 
He was always admirable from a distance. The way he shredded waves and his muscles tensed to even the most innocent of motions would catch your eye. And yet, you wrote him off to not cross the line of pogues remaining platonic. But the mix of his body pressing into yours and the thrill of being caught made you nearly soaked at the thought alone. 
"She's going back up..." He likes towards you, reading this darker lust behind your eyes. A focus you never had focused on him. And you were shameless as your eyes fell to his lips. 
"Hey, you 'kay?' 
You nodded. "Why did you follow me? You're supposed to be smarter than me…"
"Because we already broke at least two laws...what's another? Plus, it's not that hard to be smarter…" He chuckled for a moment before pulling your hair over your shoulder, playing with the strand before meeting your eyes again. 
"Really though...why?"
"Because Pope and John B play it safe...and it's the last summer before college and I...I want to live...I want to feel alive..." His eyes fell to your lips, watching them part for him. 
"How alive?" 
"Are you offering something, JJ?"
He cocked his head before feigning a pensive silence. 
"Eh, I don't know...not sure if you could handle it, princess."
"I'm not a princess."
He pushed harder into you. 
"Sweetheart then?" His thumb brushed your nipples from over your cropped top. 
"This make you feel alive? Or just wet?" Your lips parted to speak before he reached under the crop, lifting it high enough to reveal your nipple. His eyes stayed on you as you allowed yourself to succumb to how he made you feel. His tongue rolling over your nipple as he exposed both breasts to him, a hand keeping the other one warm as he massaged it into a pinch. 
"What about the rule? We can't break it, JJ…"
"That rule was made before you made that face…those little noise…I'll gladly take the punishment…"
"Quiet..." 
"Ah...." You gasped as he kissed you to ensure you didn't make a noise. But this only led you to grind into him, finding a ready cock pained beneath his shorts. 
"I bet I can make you come for me..."
"I bet you can't make me." You responded as his hand slipped into your shorts. The immediate chill of his rings contrasting the heat of his touch itself. 
"Fuck-"
"Yeah? Oh shit..." He smirked. "This all for me?"
You nodded as he continued manipulating your nipple, but also with the added pleasure of his finger across your clit. 
"When's the last time you came...you're acting like you've never come..." You ignored him as he applied his palm to your clit. A finger threatening your point of entry. 
"Maybe..." But his finger slipped past it and moved further back. 
"I could use this one instead?" 
"Oh...JJ..." You whimpered. 
"Nah...I wanna feel it when you come..." His eyes looked to the steps. 
"I bet you can't stay quiet with two fingers..." You grunted to the pressure as he pumped slowly. 
"Fuck, that sounds so good..." 
You bit your lips closed. 
"You look good...oh shit...you want this, princess?"
"I'm not-"
"Then why are you so sweet?" He asked while brushing your bottom lip with his thumb. But in doing so, you winced at the loss to your breast. 
"You want more?"
"Please don't stop..." 
"You like when I do this?" He asked while kissing your breast, tongue over your nipple as you pulled his hand harder against you. 
"I wanna come...JJ..." You whimpered. 
"I'm not stopping you...But I bet you can't wait..." You nearly sobbed as he withdrew. He took a single step back as he observed you completely breathless for him. 
"You should always be like this..." 
"If you won't finish-" you threatened your hand to yourself as he held it in his grasp. 
"You don't get to touch yourself..." He unbuckled his belt and set your hand into his shorts. 
"You're so hard-"
"I always am around you, you fucking torture me..."
"It would be nice of me to help then, wouldn't it?" He nodded as you began to pump him. 
"Fuck..." He moaned as you reached up and isiess his neck, his palms testing on the wall beside you. 
"Bet you'll come for me..."
"Oh shit...I want to...oh fuck, I want to..."
"I want you to...JJ...I want to feel you come in my hand..."
"Shit...slow down...slow-" he winced as you only obliged when he began to cry from his tip. You brushed your thumb across his head before taking it between your lips. 
"I bet you won't get on your knees for me..."
Your brow cocked. 
"Easy..." You shrugged as you lowered to him. 
"Of fuck..." You took him against your tonsils, the lack of a gag reflex making him flex. 
"You're fucking with me..." But you only looked at him from beneath damp lashes and took him deeper. Faster. 
"Oh my God..." He forced you to take him completely. 
"Careful..."
"Stand the fuck up..." But you shook your head again, taking him faster. He looked down to you, wincing in pain before taking you against the wall, hand over your mouth. 
"You make one fucking noise and everyone from the axe murder of this house to our friends outside are gonna know how much of a fucking slut you are for me...and I don't think twice about it..."
"Fuck me." You whimpered into his hand as he paused. 
"Put it in...you know where it belongs...right..." He groaned as he hiked your leg to his hip, your shorts dripping to your ankle as you were taken against the wall even sharper. 
"Yes...yes..." He wrapped his hand harder around your mouth as he devoured your breast. 
"JJ..." 
"She's gone..." He pulled you across the basement and onto a table, sweeping it clean with an arm, and bending you over it. 
"Fuck...You gonna come for me? Bet you will..."
"Bet you'll come first..." You retorted as he scoffed. 
"Oh shit, I just might..." He folded himself over you, turning you to kiss him before leading that second hand to your clit. 
"Let it go...stop fighting me...I can feel you..." You clenched around him. 
"Yes...yes...keep doing that..."
"This?" You teased as he tore your shirt off your shoulder and but into the exposed skin. 
"Yes...baby, just like that...oh shit..."
"You wanna come?" 
"Oh I'm gonna...just not yet..." You whimpered. "I'm not done..." He pulled you up to his chest. 
"I want you to keep whimpering for me..." He flicked your nipple as you offered those moans to him and he quickened his thrusts. 
"JJ...oh My God..."
"Yeah? Someone gonna come? Hmmm? You not so ahead of me as you thought?" 
"Ah...JJ...oh...ohhhh..."
"Yes baby...all over me...come all-" He scoffed as you shook, promoting his own release as he battered you into the edge of the table. 
"Keep coming...I want you to keep fucking coming... pussy so good..." He gripped your hair. 
"It's all yours..." To this, he grunted, forcing you to drip for him until he pulled you to face him. He took you this way, wincing at the overstimulation. Whimpering for you. 
"I want more..." He groaned. 
"I bet you can't handle it..." 
"I bet you're gonna come again..."
"I could..." You teased, moaning for him as he lost control of himself within you once again. Only now, moaning and pleasing into your skin. 
"I'm gonna fucking ruin this pussy for anyone else..."
"You already have...Oh, JJ...it's yours..." 
"Yeah?" He pulled himself away from you, stroking himself through your folds. 
"You're so mean..."
"It feels so good...look at me..." His expression made you moan. 
"JJ please..."
"I need to make you come again..." He was on his knees, tugging on himself as he was pulling you to the edge of the table. 
"I wanna feel you come on my face...think you can? I bet you can. I bet you can, hard for me, right?" 
"Oh...." But once again the drop step squeaked. 
"Quiet." 
"I can't...it's too..." Two fingers made this worse as you swore you left reality. Your orgasm crashing from heaven itself as your body collapsed towards him and he nodded into you. 
"Keep coming..." He grinned into your thigh, his breathing pattern labored by his own second release before you pulled him against you. 
"If I have to be quiet, so do you..." 
"I bet you can't." You teased as he clenched his jaw as you kissed his neck again, finding a sweet spot that sent him to submit into you. Your body riding against his as you are etching your desperate nails into his shoulders. Your hand was as sore as your thighs and yet nothing stopped you from wanting to feel him come undone once again. But he wore the same convictions as you bucked into him and found initial release in unison. 
"What the fuck happened to you guys in there?" John B asked when you finally made it out, narrowly escaping the owner. Hair a mess and marks of red and beginning bruising worn over you both.
"We have to go!" Pope spoke desperately as you rushed to The Twinkie. Rather quickly, Pope and John B would reprimand you both before facing into their own conversation. All while you and JJ focused on each other. 
"I bet you are still thinking about it..." He mouthed to you. 
"I bet you want more..."
"I bet you'll let me.."
"I bet you wouldn't do anything now..." You spoke into his ear as he slipped his hand over your thigh. 
"I bet you'll be mine before I make you come again."
"You've already lost that..." He hesitated his touch. "I already am..."
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ecstasy night, double fantasy ♡
| part one |
“if that freaking pogue puts another hand on you i swear i’m fucking you in front of him”
“It’s your birthday princess, so yeah i try to make an effort and get along with your… kook boyfriend.”
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please read carefully the warning there is probably a lot of triggers, don’t read if you are triggered by drugs or smut.
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pairing : bf! Rafe x best friend! Jj x kook! reader
count : 4k it long sorry but not really actually
context : before the royal merchant, the treasure hunt and the cross… they were in highschool and even if they don’t like each other they have to pretend for her…
trope : JJ AND RAFE THREESOME OKAY 🥵 i had to make them use drugs bc they wouldn’t make out otherwise…
warning : alcohol, weed use, ecstasy use, big smut : threesome, oral f receiving, both m receiving, dirty talk, double p, double d in v, anal sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, multiples creampies, public foreplay, degradation kink, daddy kink, praising kink, the reader kinda being used, the reader is high sex driven being kinda slutty 🫢
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I leave class following Scarlett. We have a lot to do tonight; she's going to help me with my birthday party tomorrow night.
My parents are leaving me the villa for the whole night; they even informed the neighbors that there would be a lot of noise late at night, with an obligation to turn off the music around two in the morning. We live on Figure Eight, and my house is next to Rafe's, my boyfriend. i’ve been dating him for months now and things are going good but sometimes, he goes back to his casual Rafe mode and i don’t know where we go.
I invited him, and he said he would come. He promised to come. I put my things in my locker and then joined Scarlett at the car. We need to go shopping; my dad said he bought enough alcohol.
As I head towards the car, two hands cover my eyes and gently pull me against a muscular chest. I turn around, realizing with joy that Rafe is there. He smiles, running a hand through my back.
"What do i need to bring for tomorrow?" he asks.
I shrug. Nothing is missing. Maybe tomorrow night I'll realize that a lot of things are missing, but right now, nothing comes to mind. I look at him, and he looks quite cheerful. He's wearing the school uniform, but he has opened his shirt and loosened his tie in a very sexy way.
"Nothing. Just you," I reply.
He runs a hand through my hair before letting out a slight smile.
"I got your present for tomorrow."
He lightly kisses my lips, his big warm hands adorably placed on my cheeks, and he looks at me with a slightly satisfied expression.
"What's -"
"Your... Pogue friends are coming too?" he interrupts, his face appearing more stern, rolling his lips and raising an eyebrow.
"Yes," I reply.
He sighs, looking annoyed, and rolls his eyes.
"It's a party on Figure Eight. They're not allowed -"
"I was a Pogue too!" I interrupt, holding his gaze. "JJ is my best friend. I want him at my birthday party."
He pouts a little.
"Please, make an effort. It could be cool."
He nods slowly, making a slightly unconvinced pout. He tilts his head, and his smile grows.
"Rafe, please..."
I look at him with wide eyes. He closes his eyes for a long moment, trying not to see me pout sadly.
"Don't do that shit over me. I'm not trying to be friends with a freakin' Pogue just for your pretty eyes."
"But Rafe..."
I look him in the eyes, and he eventually sighs, rolling his eyes again.
"Cut the crap. I'm not doing it..."
"Please..."
He clenches his jaw, a heavy sigh escaping his nostrils.
"Okay, I'll try not to start a war."
I smile, standing on tiptoes. Rafe cups my face, his big hands on my cheeks.
"But, I swear to God, if that Pogue puts another hand on you, I'll fuck you in front of him. You understand that, baby girl?"
His voice tries to sound tough and serious, even though he is calm and gentle. The corners of his lips stretch into a teasing smile. His words make me blush; he's so jealous and insecure. Has he ever looked in the mirror?
"Yeah, right," I smile.
He pinches my cheeks and kisses me gently, then steps back, looking into my eyes.
"I'm not joking, baby."
My smile grows, and I lean towards him to give him one last kiss.
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The party is in full swing on the island; all you can hear are the booming bass from Marty's extremely loud music. It has been night for a few hours now, and alcohol is flowing freely. Everyone has brought something: a keg, a bottle, some soda, or chips. There's so much food—sandwiches, donuts, fried snacks—no one will go hungry tonight. I walk through the garden, making sure everyone has set up their tents properly.
It's out of the question for anyone to drive after drinking or smoking. There's going to be a lot of drugs and alcohol here, so I wanted to make sure everyone has a place to sleep. I throw blankets on mattresses that don't have any.
The party has been going on for about two hours now, and so far, there have been no casualties. Rafe was the first to arrive. He helped me set everything up, and of course, he brought enough alcohol for three parties like this. He started smoking when everyone arrived, so he wouldn't have to say hello to everyone. He didn't feel like greeting the whole town. And oddly enough, when the Pogues arrived, Rafe was high, but he took the time to greet them. He looked at JJ for a long time before offering him weed, handing him the bong. They don't get along, but they have so much in common... they know it. I left them to look for John B, Kiara, and Pope. They left because they didn't want to stay with Rafe, but I lost them in the house...
I lock the Jacuzzi cabin; I prefer no one to access it. It's my dad's Jacuzzi, in a heated cabin with a bar. It's a purely kook place, so it's better if no one messes around here. I'm surprised by JJ's voice behind me.
"Hey. Rafe sent me to ask if you have any poker chips."
I turn around, surprised.
"You play poker with my Rafe?"
His smile widens, and he chuckles.
"It's your birthday, princess, so yeah, I try to make an effort and get along with your... kook boyfriend."
I smile and wrap my arms around him to hug him, but he almost immediately moves away, signaling for me to go back to the terrace. That's where Rafe is shuffling cards on a green mat placed on the table. The unnecessary drinks and alcohol have been cleared. It's just Rafe and a few Kooks. Is JJ the only Pogue at the table?
"Are you all alone?" I ask.
"Oh, don't worry, I'll take their money and be done with it," he replies.
My smile grows, and I join them. Rafe gets up and walks towards me, taking me in his arms.
"Let's sit with us. I'm going to take Topper's money to buy you another present."
"I knew you forgot to bring her a present."
JJ's voice whispers from behind him as he takes a puff from his joint. Rafe squints and shakes his head.
"You forget..."
Rafe shakes his head frantically, not letting me finish my sentence. He didn't forget. His smile grows as he looks around us.
"Not now. Let's just wait for the youngsters to return for their curfew."
I look at him and nod, wondering what he means. Is his gift not for the youngsters, so what could it be? JJ lets out a small laugh, amused as if he knows what it's about.
"He told you?" I ask.
"Well, of course he told me. It was my idea," he replies.
I furrow my brow, looking at both of them in turn. They seem amused and exchange knowing glances. Since when do they get along? I look at them, surprised, not knowing what to say. I'm almost jealous, or rather, frustrated.
"But what?" I ask.
They look at each other before laughing softly, and a friend wraps her arms around my body.
"Y/N! Come with me now..."
"But..."
Rafe lets go of my hand, raising an eyebrow, amused. He sits next to JJ on the couch, and JJ offers him a drink. They seem to get along so well all of a sudden. Why do I find it so strange and suspicious?
"Don't drink too much!" Rafe orders me as I leave.
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The glasses keep flowing, and I'm constantly being whisked away by someone who wants me to greet other people. After going around the house at least three times and resolving five crises, I finally find my way back to the terrace. The boys haven't moved. Rafe is wearing JJ's cap backward, and JJ is picking up his cards, a freshly lit joint between his lips. Both of them have opened their shirts, playing with focus and seriousness. On their side of the table, they have a lot of chips and coins. I didn't even have time to give them to them; they must have found them on their own.
I crawl onto Rafe's lap, and he smiles, sinking back into the couch to make room for me on his knees. His smile grows, and he wraps his hands around my waist, pulling me closer to him.
"We're ruining them," he says.
JJ smiles, nodding, while Topper grumbles and grimaces.
"Rafe is a fucking sellout teaming up with a fucking-"
"Hey!" Rafe growls. "We said tonight we weren't a bunch of fucking assholes, so watch your fucking language."
My heart beats so fast, and I catch Rafe and JJ sharing a knowing look. My cheeks turn red. I realize that in reality, they have found common ground, and they can't help but get along at least a little bit.
"So you guys are friends now. We can do boat weekends together if-"
They both chuckle simultaneously. Rafe holds me tighter against him, and JJ shakes his head, looking at me out of the corner of his eye.
“We said one night, don't start buying us again.”
I burst into laughter. Well, at least that's settled. The heat is starting to rise here. I look at them, and they stop playing for a moment.
I smile, sitting between them. I look at each of them in turn. I really need to know what my gift is. They've built up suspense and mystery around it, especially if they organized it behind my back to give it to me. Anyway, they're making an effort to get along.
"What's my gift? Can I have my gift?" I ask.
Rafe looks at his watch, pouting slightly, and leans over to look at JJ, who raises his eyebrows casually. I furrow my brow. It seems like something crazy.
"Okay, but did you drink a lot?"
"Two cocktails and one beer," I reply.
Rafe nods, a smile growing on his face as he searches the pocket of his shirt. He takes out a plastic bag with several blue and pink pills inside. I easily recognize the character drawing from Futurama; it's ecstasy... My smile widens.
I've wanted to try it for a while, but I told Rafe that I wouldn't feel safe doing it without JJ with me because we've always tested this kind of stuff together, and he always knows what to do if someone doesn't feel well due to alcohol or weed. I prefer to be with him.
"I figured it could be cool if both of us were here when you take it," Rafe says.
"Okay, it's the coolest gift I've ever had," I reply.
Rafe smiles, and I can't help but bounce up and down on the floor like a child. After all, it's my party, and I have every right to end up high. Plus, I trust the people here, and they're all people I appreciate. It feels like my setting is complete—all the parameters that would allow me to take this substance in the right conditions are fulfilled.
"So, we're going to do it?" I ask.
Their smiles widen, and JJ chuckles softly.
"Hell yeah, it's your fucking birthday. Let's make you the queen of the night."
My smile grows.
We took an ecstasy pill around 12:44 a.m. We even wrote down the time on our wrists. I thank them again, embracing them. Rafe's gaze darkens as JJ wraps his arms around me, raising an eyebrow as if reminding me of what he said yesterday, and my smile grows.
Rafe eventually takes my hand as we go to dance. The house is almost empty; all the "youngsters," as Rafe called them, have left. Only those I would never let leave are here because it's my party, and they need to be here. The Pogues are here, and a few of my kook friends who aren't money-hungry assholes. We're down to about fifty people, and as the music resonates through the house, Rafe puts his hands around me, pulling me closer to him. Rafe Cameron doesn't dance, but it's just an excuse for me to wiggle my butt against his hips.
The room gets hotter, and Rafe's hands wander over my legs and hips as we start dancing more energetically. I lose my balance and step on JJ's feet before bumping into his chest. He tilts his head, taking my arm and pulling me to face the Pogues. They're passing around a joint and ask me if I invited Sarah.
"Sarah, Sarah Cameron?" I ask.
Kiara smiles, amused by my nonchalant attitude. I grab Rafe's hand, circling my head, and shake my head.
"No, I just invited Topper. I don't get along with her. She's not cool with Rafey, always bitching around."
Kiara smiles, giving me a slight nod. But when her gaze meets Rafe's, she turns away.
"So, JJ, did you bring the thing?"
Pope looks at him, and JJ's face goes pale as he shakes his head.
"Shit! You were supposed to send me a reminder!"
Kiara snickers, raising her eyebrows, surprised that JJ blames her. Laughter escapes me.
"Like it's my fault if -"
Rafe interrupts her, "I can drive him to get the thing," JJ points at Rafe.
I shake my head, running a hand over his chest. I stop Rafe as he's about to leave with JJ. He can't drive; we just took the pill five minutes ago. He'll be high.
"Rafe, you can't drive. You're high."
"Baby, I'm always high," he smiles, putting his hands around my hips to pull me closer to him.
"Wanna come?" he asks.
"I don't have my car; maybe we can take yours," JJ suggests.
I pout, unconvinced. I don't want anyone to drive tonight, especially not after taking ecstasy. What if we get pulled over?
"Take my truck," Pope tosses the keys to JJ, and his smile grows. He looks at me, giving me a little nod, and I sigh. Both of them look at me impatiently. They've already decided to go anyway. I grip Rafe's hand, nodding. It takes us a good ten minutes to find Pope's beat-up truck in the driveway. There are about fifteen cars parked in the darkness, and the boys just criticize everyone.
"Did you see that? Who drives that?" Rafe smiles, pointing at a small, already beaten-up car with a replaced bumper. The car is red, and the bumper is gray. Nothing matches. I smile as I listen to them making fun of it, and time slows down. Myfingers tighten around Rafe's, and he smiles, glancing at me as he opens the truck door.
"Did you find out about the pleasure ball in your chest?" he asks.
JJ looks at me, smiling, before opening his door. I turn to Rafe, furrowing my brow, and step into the car. JJ smiles.
"Ecstasy gives you better sensations, and you feel everything in your chest," he says.
I nod, looking at him. He's right. He's so knowledgeable. How does he know all this? It's amazing. I look at him, and Rafe slams the door as he sits next to me. He runs a hand over my thigh, and I can feel a shiver run down my spine. I get goosebumps, and at the same time, my body feels embraced. Rafe smiles, looking at JJ chuckling. He starts the car and quickly exits the driveway.
We drive to The Cut with the music blasting. The atmosphere is so light, and for a minute, I almost forget that this will never happen again. JJ tries to sing and rap, but he always messes up the lyrics. Rafe openly mocks him, and I eventually join in on the silly game. JJ chuckles when my tongue stumbles, running a hand through my hair, gently tousling it.
Rafe's hand lands on my thigh, and that touch feels like a new electric shock coursing through my body before resonating in my chest. His hand moves up my thigh, hiding it under my skirt. My breath becomes shallow, and JJ continues singing at the top of his lungs. I'm too high to know if he can see what Rafe is doing, and I'm already too aroused to push him away. Rafe leans towards my ear.
"Did you forget what I told you yesterday?" he whispers softly, his breath in my ear, the warmth of his lips, the words he speaks with a deep, serious voice. I'm boiling. I'm so turned on... His hand approaches my panties, and he smiles as he pulls away from me, his hand getting closer to my intimate area. I roll my eyes. Rafe turns up the volume, laughing out loud.
"So, JJ, was it the first time you took ecstasy?" he asks.
JJ chuckles, shaking his head. He had taken it before. he tells this story as rafe's fingers pass under my panties. he touches my lips and realizes i'm already soaked. my heart beats faster and for a second i can't hear anything, i'm obsessed with his fingers in my panties. his eyes widen and he bites his lip, glaring at me. I can hardly breathe as he gently touches me, playing with my clitoris, amused by the amount of cyprin between my lips. I should be frustrated but I'm strangely so close, he slides his finger between my lips before returning to my clitoris. Rafe nods, chatting as if nothing had happened with JJ, I bite my lip as I close my eyes. I pull one leg up to hide Rafe's hand and he accelerates, his thumb circling my clit and my eyes rolling. the car comes to an abrupt halt, I catch myself on JJ's shoulder, totally unbalanced by all his sensations, i can’t help the moan leaving my lips as my head bump Jj’s. Rafe withdraws his hand as Jj lowers his head and just as he looks surprised, Rafe interrupts.
“You should stay with us tonight, you see she likes it.”
JJ stutters and is even more surprised when he sees me blush, embarrassed. I'm unable to say anything. I'm so high... I just want him to keep touching me, I want to lean on JJ's shoulder when Rafe makes my body shake.
“Oh yeah?”
Jj asks me as he starts the car again and his smile grows, he looks at me out of the corner of his eye. Rafe kisses my neck, his lips close to my ear. “Say it. i know you want him too baby girl.”
“it only tonight your birthday, princess, you have to seize the chance when you have it.” Jj blows out his words, pressing his head against mine, and his touch sets my heart aflame. I stammer before looking at Rafe, who looks at me gently.
“Yes...”
the words come out of my mouth uncontrollably. my smile grows and Rafe squints, looking at us both suspiciously.
“I thought he wasn't that type of friend?”
he asks arrogantly, referring to our last argument about JJ. the latter sneers at me.
“I'm not but when you touch her in front of me, i can't help being turned on. you know she's hotter than hell don't make her moan next to me.”
my cheeks heat up and my heart beats so fast... JJ looks at me out of the corner of his eye and Rafe smiles as he leans into my neck.
“what can i say, that's so fucking true baby.”
his hand moves up my thighs, inside before touching my intimacy again.
“You want to have sex with both of us princess?”
i meet jj's gaze as rafe kisses my neck, nibbling my skin and probably leaving big hickeys. i don't care about anything. i'm so horny, all i want is for the car to stop. this will absolutely never happen a second time. obviously i do.
“Yes, yes, please.”
Jj glances at me and Rafe smiles as he unbuckles my belt, pulls off my panties and smiles as he puts them in his pocket.
“I got a few rules before you touching her. I'm her daddy, i'm the one making her come for the first time and the last time. and you don't cum inside of her. do you have any rules my love?”
i look at them smiling, i have no idea. not really no. i shake my head and JJ smiles as he stops the car.
“I have one. Rafe, we don't touch or- okay? and it never happened okay?”
Rafe nods with a smile, his hand lifts my skirt and he places his thumb without hesitation on my clitoris. I moan, tilting my head back.
“Yeah, let's make like a gift for you alright ? can i put in it?”
I nod frantically and Jj smiles, nibbling his lip as he watches Rafe push two fingers inside me. my eyes roll back as I can feel myself dripping.
“What our safe word?” asks Jj.
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LOYAL MAYBANK | JJ MAYBANK X READER | IMAGINE |  PAIRING: Boyfriend!JJ Maybank x Reader (established relationship) SYNOPSIS: The two of you are cuddling watching a movie when you notice that your boyfriend is closing his eyes when the woman on the screen is changing. God he's so loyal. WORD COUNT: 748 WARNING(S): Cuddling, none really, the two of you are watching a movie (can literally be any movie you want)
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JJ Maybank and Y/N were snuggled up on the couch, a cozy blanket wrapped around them, as they watched a movie on a cool, breezy night. Y/N rested her head on JJ's chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath her ear. The sound was soothing, and she couldn't help but close her eyes, basking in the warmth and comfort of his embrace.
JJ's strong arms encircled her, and his fingers gently traced patterns on her back, creating a sense of serenity that washed over Y/N. She was perfectly content, enjoying the feeling of being held by the person she loved most in the world. The movie played on the TV, but her focus was on the man beside her, the man who had captured her heart.
As they watched the movie, Y/N occasionally glanced up at JJ. His face was relaxed, his eyes fixed on the screen. She couldn't help but admire him in this moment of tranquility. He was usually so full of energy, wild and untamed like the waves of Outer Banks. But right now, here in their cocoon of warmth and love, he was gentle and tender.
Minutes passed, and Y/N felt herself getting drowsy. She had been running on little sleep lately, and the comfort of JJ's embrace was making her eyelids feel heavier by the second. She was drifting off when a sudden thought jolted her awake. She felt him stiffin against her, "Are you sleeping?" she whispered, barely audible above the movie's soundtrack.
JJ's eyes were closed, and he shook his head, a small grin tugging at the corner of his lips. "No," he replied, his voice equally hushed.
She felt his lips brush against her shoulder as he ducked his head into her, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine. "There's a half-naked woman on the screen," he mumbled, his voice dripping with embarrassment.
Y/N couldn't help but giggle at his honesty. She turned her attention back to the screen, and indeed, the movie's protagonist was in the process of changing clothes. She stifled another laugh, but JJ's grip on her tightened slightly.
"Is she gone?" he inquired, his voice still a murmur.
She looked back at the TV, where the protagonist had finally finished changing. "Yes," she replied, trying to keep a straight face.
JJ lifted his head from her shoulder, opening his eyes and flashing a boyish grin. "Good," he said. Then, he kissed her forehead sweetly. "I only have eyes for you."
Y/N melted into his embrace, a warm blush creeping onto her cheeks. "Only you can be so loyal, Maybank," she murmured.
JJ chuckled softly, his fingers resuming their soothing motion on her back. "Go to sleep, baby," he whispered.
With a contented sigh, Y/N nestled closer to JJ, her eyes fluttering shut. The sound of his heartbeat continued to lull her, and she felt safe and cherished in his arms. His presence was her anchor in this world, and as the minutes passed, she succumbed to sleep, wrapped in love and warmth.
As the night deepened, the movie's soft glow illuminated the room, casting flickering shadows across the couple on the couch. The world outside was quiet, the only sounds being the waves crashing against the shore in the distance. JJ and Y/N, oblivious to everything else, were lost in their own world of love.
JJ couldn't help but steal glances at Y/N as she slept peacefully against his chest. Her soft breathing, the delicate rise and fall of her chest, and the innocence of her expression filled him with a profound sense of gratitude. He had been through so much in his life, and now, having her by his side was the greatest gift he could ever hope for.
His heart swelled with love, and he pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head. The movie had long since ended, and he didn't care about anything else in the world except for this moment, this girl in his arms. Her presence was a balm to his restless soul, calming the turbulence that so often raged within him.
Y/N stirred in her sleep, a faint smile curving her lips. JJ smiled in response, his fingers still tracing patterns on her back. Right now, in the quietude of the night, everything was perfect. He held her close, vowing silently to protect and cherish her, just as she had done for him.
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esmeray-greenleaf · 6 months
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Dark JJ Maybank x Reader
Summary: you give yourself up to JJ completely, you might as well right his name under your collar bone
Warnings: dark JJ, smut, rough smut, slapping hitting, if your not comfortable enough please don’t read it.
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JJ was your best friend, so much that you even knew his mother. Luke knows his son has a crush on you, he always asks about you to JJ, after his mum left and Luke turned into a living breathing nightmare his only comfort was you. From crying into your shoulder, fisting your clothes, crushing you against him to walking away from you as if you were nothing. So one night after he came back from his house with a bloodied and ruined face, you finally picked up a fight with him. “JJ, you can’t just keep running away from me,” you said going after him. “If you come a step closer, I’m gonna make sure you never even want to look at me ever again,” he threatened before pulling you hair down hard. You chuckled with tears in your eyes before whispering “You could break every bone in my body and you’d still be the air I breathe.” JJ clenched his jaw as his anger flared, knowing you were giving yourself to him so easily, he was angry you didn’t even try give yourself any value but you didn’t care about that, you only cared about him. JJ slammed you against a bedroom wall, pushing his lips against yours. He fisted your clothes before leaving them in shreds on the floor. That night JJ feasted on you as if you were a bunny given to a starved wolf on a silver platter. After that JJ was never letting go, ever, he had found a new purpose, all he had to do was make sure you would never leave his arms ever. You didn’t wake up until late after noon, JJ had you stuck under him. It was not like you could move anyway, there were an array of bruises and hickeys on your body, your limbs were on fire and you couldn’t think straight.
That brought you to the present moment. “JJ just because he said hi doesn’t fucking mean you get to beat the shit out of him,” you shouted from your bedroom. “I think your forgetting, your fucking mine, maybe I need to teach you another lesson,” he said grabbing your neck. JJ ripped your clothes to shreds before pulling your hair hard and slamming his lips to yours. He pounded into you, wrapping his hand around your neck before leaning down and whispering “You’ve belonged to me ever since we were babies, you and I both know that I. Own. You. Your gonna have my babies, your gonna have my last name, your gonna wear my ring on you finger, we both know you belong to me.” He lightly slapped your face before making sure you were a moaning mess even before the start of the night. The bed hit the wall over and over again and JJ took you over and over with no mercy. Your ass was red and purple and your neck and tits wee littered with some old hickeys and some others, new. If JJ had ever been right about one thing in life it would be the fact that you belonged to him.
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obaex · 8 months
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dying to tell you - jj maybank
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summary: after a normal beach day takes an unexpected turn, jj has something he needs to say.
word count: 3.7k
tw: 🦈
a/n: inspired by real events that happened to professional surfer mick fanning in 2015 - it is wild to watch!! (see above trigger warning before taking a peek!)
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It was the perfect beach day.
You pulled off your flipflops and the bottom of your feet and your toes were tickled by the warm sand. You could hear the woosh of the waves rushing to meet the shore and receding again, a familiar melody. It was early, so the beach was quiet but for the waves and the occasional call of the seagulls flying overhead as the breeze kicked strands of your hair up around your face and made the seagrass in the dunes shake. You smiled to yourself - home for you was this place and the person next to you. You snuck a glance at JJ only to find the same smile on his face, his surfboard tucked under his arm. The beach, and its overwhelming sense of calm, peace, rightness was a love you both share. Your friends were running up ahead of you, dragging coolers, chairs and more surfboards, but the two of you hung back, walking side by side, enjoying the moment. JJ reached out and tangled his fingers lazily in yours and you squeezed back.
A few other locals dotted the shore and several surfers bobbed in the sizable waves. This part of the beach was a revered locals spot, tucked far enough away from the hotels and tourists to remain untouched by their noise and disruptions.
You helped set everything up before unfurling your large blanket, pulling off your clothes and collapsing on top if it, ready to spend the entire day squeezing every bit of sunshine and vitamin D you could into your skin. You loved the hot weather, the way the sun's rays baked ten times hotter off the glinting ocean, the way your skin would feel salty and sticky by the end of the day. You would live here if you could.
The boys were eager to get in the water, haphazardly chucking their backpacks and tearing off their shirts, John B and Pope making a beeline for the water as Kie chased after them yelling something about sunscreen, a lost cause. JJ eyed the water eagerly but his eyes wandered back to you, outstretched in his favorite bikini, the shape accentuating every curve of your body and the color amplifying your tan skin and bright eyes. He wrestled with his choice for only a second before flopping onto the blanket beside you, eyes glimmering mischievously as he reached for you. He couldn't keep his hands off of you on any day, but you looked so tantalizing he couldn't help himself as he pulled you into him and you giggled. His lips found yours and you were immediately lost in each other, lost to the world. Sarah took one look at you both and rolled her eyes. "Every time" she muttered to herself as she walked away to give you some semblance of privacy, wanting to be salty but secretly so stinking happy that the two of you finally got over the stolen glances and dancing around each other to go from friends to more than friends.
He tasted like peppermint from his toothpaste, salt and sunscreen as pushed his tongue in your mouth and you ran your fingers through his tangled blonde hair, a small involuntary moan escaping you at the feeling of his body crushed against yours, his muscular arms around you. JJ responded immediately, and without missing a beat, he lifted you off the blanket, and began walking back towards the Twinkie, never breaking your kiss. "JJ!" you laughed in surprise.
"Can't make noises like that without me wanting to do something absolutely indecent to you, sweetheart. M'taking you back to the Twinkie to spare everyone on this beach the show of a lifetime."
"We just got here!" you said, swatting him playfully on the shoulder. "The boys are waiting for you, we can pick this up later, promise." You pressed your lips to his cheek, sealing the deal.
With a resigned sigh, he placed you back on your feet in the sand, a mischievous smirk resting on his lips as his eyes searched your face, the flirtatious energy lingering but something deeper now running under the surface of his expression. He cupped your face, running a thumb gently over your cheek and his lips parted like he was going to say something. You looked at him inquisitively, unused to him being so serious. As he met your gaze, he stopped himself and smiled warmly. You wanted to ask, wanted to know what he was going to say, but as his lips found yours again, your brain scrambled.
You had been together for a few months but neither of you had said those three little words. Big words, really. You had felt them for a long time, longer than you'd even been together, but you were still trying to navigate this whole thing. Your feelings were overwhelmingly strong but what you had with him felt so special you didn't want to disrupt the balance. The words were on the tip of your tongue, dangerously close to spilling over, like your body's involuntary reaction to his proximity; when you fell asleep in each other's arms, each time you hung up the phone and every time he kissed you and then gave you that look, that smoldering, soul-crushing, heart-squeezing smirk that he was giving you now. And then he was off, peeling off his shirt, grabbing his board and running towards the water, leaving you breathless.
Kie and Sarah made their way back to you as JJ crashed into the waves. They shared knowing glances at you and made sneaky comments. They loved to tease you even though they were your biggest supporters. The boys could surf for hours and that was fine for the three of you, it gave you much needed girl time to catch up and discuss all the things the boys would roll their eyes at. You were comfortably seated in your chairs, facing the water and passing around fruit and snacks chatting idly as you watched the boys surf. They were spread far enough apart in the water to give each other opportunities to catch the waves. It amazed you to watch them surf. You didn't know a lot about surfing, but you knew JJ was good, very good. You could see it in his practiced confidence on the board and the ease with which he navigated each wave. You loved to see him so happy and in his element.
You had turned your attention back to Sarah's story when you heard a loud splash. You had been coming to the beach your whole life, your mind and body in tune with every kind of noise and this one was not one you had heard before. It wasn't the splash of the waves, the splash of children playing, the splash of a surfer at the end of their run, this was loud, aggressive... foreboding. Your eyes scanned the water fast enough to see JJ seated and bobbing alone on his board, his back to you as he faced the oncoming waves before his head snapped back to look behind him as a large fin crested the water.
You were on your feet before you knew what was happening. It was probably only seconds but it felt like a lifetime, like one of those dreams you have when you're running but don't actually go anywhere, your feet pounding the sand, your lungs burning as you shouted for John B and Pope, JJ never leaving your sight. JJ's eyes found yours momentarily before the large fin resurfaced and he got knocked off of his board and you couldn't see him anymore.
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JJ didn’t think he could ask for a more perfect day as he bobbed in the waves, feet dangling in the cool water beneath his board. In fact, ever since he had gotten the courage to tell you how he really felt, heavily aided by beer, his friends, and an unrelenting pounding in his chest every time you were close to him, it was like his life had gotten exponentially better.
He stared into middle space as he ran his thumb over his lips, deep in thought at the feeling of yours pressed against them, and reveled in the fact that he could still taste you. He didn’t know how he went without you for so long, now he couldn’t get enough. He loved you. He knew he did, and he’d almost said it to you. Today, and about a hundred times now, including the night he first confessed his feelings. He knew it then. He’d known it for awhile. In truth, he was dying to tell you, dying to get it off his chest. He almost word-vomited it on a daily basis, when you curled into his chest as you fell asleep, every time you scrunched your nose and bit your lip when you were focusing, the way you looked at him when he kissed you, eyes glazed with desire for him. Goddddd, he thought. But a part of him was still insecure. What did he ever do to deserve you? In what realm of possibility could you love him back? He was deep in thought when heard a loud splash behind him that snapped him back to reality as chills ran down his spine.
He knew before he saw the fin. He had been in the water when other surfers spotted sharks, and he John B and Pope did occasionally get that unexplainable sense of foreboding that pulled them out of the water, the intangible surfer’s sense that something simply wasn’t right and the risk wasn’t worth it. That feeling washed so quickly over him now that it felt like someone had poured a bucket of ice water over his head. He turned to see a large fin breaking the water behind his board as a dark shape moved beneath him, and that’s when he heard you. He turned to see you running towards the water and met your eyes just as the dark shape crested the waves and he was knocked off his board, into darkness.
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John B saw you running towards the water and his first instinct was to laugh. You weren't unathletic but he'd never seen you move that fast before. He'd wanted to laugh until he heard the tone of your voice as you called his name. It wasn't joking, it wasn't fun, it was pure terror and his brain began piecing the puzzle together as he saw Sarah and Kie running towards other people on the beach, calling them out of the water and as you pointed desperately at JJ. John B turned his head quickly enough to see his best friend, the one person that had been there through every high and every low alongside him get knocked off his board by a tailfin as a large shape loomed in the water and he crashed into the sea.
He could hear Pope shouting at him but his heart was pounding and the blood rushing in his head made everything sound like he was underwater. Pope was paddling towards the shore.
"We have to help him!" John B cried, his voice high-pitched with emotion, knowing already that their efforts would be fruitless. What were they supposed to do? As far away as he was, he was already shaking as he tucked his own limbs onto his board, like this thin piece of fiberglass would do anything to protect him. He had seen the size of that shark, they were fucked.
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JJ swam quickly to the surface, his body pulsing with fear, trying to get a sense of his surroundings, wanting to know what was around him but terrified to find out at the same time. He crested the surface, searching for his board, for any lifeline before deciding it didn't matter and he needed to get the fuck out of there. He began swimming strongly towards the shore, but panicked at the idea of the shark attacking him from behind so he stopped and turned around, frantically searching the water around him, kicking his legs and trying to swim backwards. He couldn't see a thing. He was hyperventilating and as he tried to suck in deep breaths water filled his mouth, causing him to cough. He continued to swim backwards, his eyes never leaving the dark water.
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You had never felt as helpless in your entire life as you did standing on that beach, screaming, screaming for JJ, for John B, for Pope, for God, for anyone to intervene as your eyes searched the water for him, stomach roiling and mind churning with the worst possible outcomes. When you saw his head emerge from the waves, you began to run into the water.
"What are you doing?!" Kie shouted, exasperated as she threw her arms around you to pull you back.
"I have to go! I have to get to him!" you shouted back, trying to wrench yourself from her grip as you gestured to the waves. Wasn't if obvious? JJ needed you. Your whole heart was out there alone, bobbing in the water alongside an eight-foot shark. You wrestled in her arms, eyes never the water as you watched him swim, heart catching each time a wave crested and you momentarily lost sight of him. He looked okay? Could that be possible? Was the universe that good? That he could look death in the face and still come back to you? Suddenly he stopped swimming for the shore and turned around, looking back in the murky depths, trying to backpedal, to backstroke. Did he see something? Was it coming back?
John B and Pope caught up to you both and Sarah put her arms tightly around John B as you watched. The group was stone silent.
Finally, it was too much for you, you shoved Kie off of you and sprinted into the water despite her shouts and the gasps of the crowd that had gathered. You were about waist-deep in the rough current, getting rocked by each wave when JJ finally turned to see you standing there, wading towards him.
"N-NO!" he shouted, motioning you back, moving as quickly as he could to force you back into shallower water, but his limbs were sluggish and tired and the current tugged him deeper. "GET OUT OF THE WATER!" He shouted, surprised at the anger and fear in his voice. You jumped slightly at that, never having been the object of JJ's anger before, but you didn't listen, you didn't care. You needed to know he was okay more than you needed to be okay yourself. You met him in chest-high water, your body crashing into his. He held you tightly, he wanted to enjoy this moment, but his brain and his body were still tightly wound in survival mode as he tugged you forward with him, needing to get you to safety, needing to know you were okay more than he needed to be okay. He wouldn't feel good about that until you were both firmly on dry land. When you were in ankle deep water, your friends converged on you, pulling you both into a hug as the small crowd that had gathered clapped and cheered, murmuring with disbelief at what had just occurred.
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Everything thereafter was a blur. The beach day was over, no one wanting to spend any more time here after what had happened. Your friends buzzed around you, packing up the coolers and chairs and walking back to the Twinkie. You didn't leave JJ's side, didn't bother getting dressed or picking up your blanket, you stayed tucked into him, with his arms wrapped around you and he couldn't have been more grateful for the feeling of your body pressed to his, grounding him, a constant reminder that he was safe. The car ride home was mostly silent, the radio scratching in the background as JJ sat hunched over, his head in his hands, your head on his shoulder. You caught John B's eyes in the rearview mirror from his spot in the front seat, where he shared a brief, knowing smile with you. He's here, he's with us, it said. It's going to be okay, and I'm glad he has you.
By the time you got back to the chateau the mood was shifting slightly. There was still a heaviness in the air, thick with all that could have been, but the fog was parting and JJ couldn't stand the tension anymore. "I'm sensing a real heavy vibe right now" he said jokingly. "I don't know about y'all but I could use a fucking drink" and with that everyone cheered and his face lit up in a smile.
The night passed in typical pogue fashion with beers around the bonfire. Everyone was eager to shed the events of the day and relax, yourself included. You joined in on the fun but kept one eye trained on JJ, tracing his every move with your gaze. You told yourself it was to make sure he was okay, but a part of you couldn't stop staring, afraid that if you looked away for too long he would disappear again under a dark wave. He hadn't left your side, a hand resting on your thigh, an arm around your shoulders or tugging you to sit on his lap. He was always handsy with you, but this felt different, like you were a lifeline, a buoy he didn't want to let go of. You were in his lap, your head resting against his with his arms around you, his fingers tracing patters on your leg when he nuzzled into your ear, pressing a kiss along your jaw. "Hammock?" he whispered and you nodded, smiling as you hopped off his lap and the two of you made your way to the secluded spot amidst catcalls and whistles from your friends.
He settled into the swinging fabric first, holding it steady for you to crawl in to lay beside him. Your bodies fit perfectly together as the hammock swung gently back and forth, your head tucked into his neck, your arm around his chest. You felt him breath a deep sigh as his arms tugged you impossibly closer to him and he planted a kiss on your head. You turned to look at him and met his eyes, midnight blue in the starlight as he looked down at you.
"Are you okay?" you whispered. A simple question that had ten other questions behind it.
He nodded sincerely but didn't say anything. You had been hoping for more. Hoping to talk to him about this. If he wasn't going to say anything, you were going to have to break the silence.
"Jayj, I-I was really scared" you said, your voice quivering a little as you spoke. "I'm so glad you're okay. All I could think as I watched you out there was what I was going to do if something happened to you, I was out of my mind."
"I gathered that when you were sprinting into shark infested water while everyone was running out of it" he said, smirking as he pinched your arm playfully. You could tell he was trying to lighten the mood and that maybe he didn't want to talk about this, but you didn't want to talk about it with anyone else, you didn't think they'd understand.
"I'm serious, JJ. I guess I don't know how to explain it, I don't have the words for it. It was more than just the idea of not being able to reach you, of losing you, it was the idea of all the things we wouldn't get to do together. Like never having another bonfire night or taking a ride on your bike, or w-waking up in your arms or g-getting to k-kiss you or --" you could have kept going but your tears bubbled over and JJ's heart broke at the sight of you unravelling in his arms. He was holding himself together as best he could and he knew you were too.
"C'mere pretty girl, it's okay, I'm okay" he said as he wrapped you deeper in his arms and your tears left wet marks on his shirt.
"I'm sorry Jayj" you said, trying to collect yourself. "I know I'm probably blowing this out of proportion--" and hearing you apologize was the last straw.
"-- You're not" he said softly. "I felt the exact same way." He sighed. He didn't want to relive it, like maybe if you didn't talk about it, you could pretend it never happened.
"Really?" you asked.
"100%" he replied. "When I turned and saw you before I got knocked off my board all I could think is how far away you were and what I would have to do to get back to you. I was going to wrestle that thing if I needed to." You both laughed at that. "But for real, I know what you mean, I had the same thoughts. Even though I was absolutely shitting myself, it was like flashes in my head of you and all the things I still wanted to do and experience together... all the things I should have said..." he paused and fidgeted a little.
"Hey, look at me" he said finally, putting a finger gently under your chin and tilting it towards him. He smiled and met your eyes, wiping a tear off your cheek. "If I was shark bait today, my biggest regret would have been not telling you how I felt, how I feel. I-I love you. A lot. A whole hell of a lot. I have since before we were together. You're the first thing I think about in the morning and my last thought before bed. You're the girl of my damn dreams Y/N and I never want to do life without you. You're it for me, gorgeous. Full stop. No one else." He said it with more confidence than he felt as it came pouring out of him, relieved to finally have it off of his chest.
Now he was desperately trying to read your response. She's smiling, that's a good thing, right?
Yes, you were smiling. Grinning from ear to ear as you listened to the boy of your dreams absolutely gushing over you. You were speechless for a moment, grasping at the words to say, words you'd wanted to say for so long.
"I love you too" you said finally, "So much, JJ" you were able to eke out before he crushed his lips to yours.
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ps: sharks are friends and are so important to our ecosystem and our lil' planet! you are more likely to get bit by another human than you a shark (fact), more likely to die from ants, elephants, hotdogs and texting than a shark attack (also fact), and they only bite because they are curious, they do not want to eat you (also fact). so, be kind, be respectful, support sharks. #endrant
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indigoflorals · 1 year
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Can we have a smut where jj wants a baby?
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JJ Maybank x Reader
Sum: You tell JJ you’re ready to have another baby.
Warnings: Unprotected sex, breeding kink, fluff, established relationships, marriage, body insecurity
You watched from the doorframe as your husband laid your baby down for his nap. It was a sight you were so grateful for. Your son was sixth months old now, and JJ had been the best dad and partner you could have asked for.
“He’s down for the count.” JJ smiled, whispering to you. “Little guy had such a busy day.” You stepped out of the room, JJ following close behind, as you closed the door as quietly as possibly. Arms snakes around your waist from behind as the blond placed his head on your shoulder.
You hummed, leaning back into him. “We made a beautiful baby.” The hands on your waist massaged at the sore spots on your hips as JJ started to pepper kisses to your neck.
“I think,” He spoke just above a whisper between kisses, “We should make another.”
You gasped at his remark, stepping forward out of his embrace to face him. “Are you sure? Are we ready?”
JJ took your hand in his, rubbing his thumb over your skin to soothe you. “I think so. If you are.”
You smiled giddily, blushing and gripping his hand as you led him excitedly to the bedroom. He followed you silently, smiling at your obvious happiness. When you reached the bedroom, JJ closed the door and didn’t hesitate to jump you.
“Oh!” You moaned as he pinned you to the door and began kissing your neck again, this time with more ferocity. He pressed his body into you and you could feel his erection already straining in his shorts. You reached a hand down to squeeze it and he groaned into your neck.
Pulling away from your neck, he pulled your into a soft, loving kiss. You pressed your body into his, and his hands came to your ass. The blond tapped your ass twice, signaling you to jump into him as he picked you up. Your legs wrapped around his waist and you could feel his cock against your clothed pussy as he carried you to the bed.
JJ broke the kiss to lie you down on your back. “My gorgeous wife,” He pulled his shirt over his head, exposing his toned chest and arms, “I can’t wait to fuck you,” He smiled. JJ leaned down to kiss you again, hands traveling to your breasts as he forced your shirt up to your collar bone, exposing them. Breaking the kiss, he turned to your breasts, taking one in his mouth.
“J,” You cried, raising arching your back off of the bed, “They’re sensitive.” You felt him hum into your chest as he continued, even beginning to flick the other. You moaned and bucked your hips into him until he pulled away, smile wide across his face.
“God,” He sighed, pulling at the waist of your shorts and panties, “I love your tits.” He removed your bottoms, leaving you fully exposed to him. “And look at your pussy.” He leaned down, planting a kiss to your clit, “So pretty.” You moaned and covered your face.
You were embarrassed. Your body didn’t look the same after having your baby and you felt like he could see every insecurity you saw in the mirror.
“Baby,” He pulled your hand from your face, “You grew my child in here,” He placed a hand on your belly, “I think everything about your body is a fucking miracle. You grew my child.”
He kissed your again softly, and you wrapped your arms around his strong body. Your husbands kisses were always so delicate when he was emotional and now was no different. “Now,” He pulled away, unbuttoning and removing his shorts, “I’m gonna make you a mama again.”
You blushed at his words, but nonetheless felt your pussy throb at the idea of him getting you pregnant again. You craved it. Being so full of him.
You felt his tip poke at your hole, and then all of him push inside of you until he was fully sheathed within your pussy. “Oh my fuck,” JJ moaned, closing his eyes to focus on not cumming immediately, “Your pussy holy fuck.”
You half giggled half moaned at his words, rocking your hips into him to feel every ridge and vein of his cock. He was thick, and he filled you out his the way you loved. “More,” You cried, rolling your hips again, “Just fuck me, J, don’t worry about it.”
JJ was grateful for your go ahead because he wasn’t sure he could hold back anymore. Gripping your hips, he pounded into you, his hair falling into his face and pleasure flooding his system. “My beautiful fucking wife,” He whined, leaning his face into your chest, “Gonna fill you up, get you pregnant, ah, again.”
As much as you tried to muffle your noises, you couldn’t. JJ hit your g-spot with every thrust because he knew your pussy like the back of his hand. He knew how to please you like no one else ever would.
His thumb came to your clit, rubbing gentle circles into it. You always came before he did, no matter the circumstances. This time was just a little bit harder.
“Please baby,” He moaned, fucking into you every harder, “Need you to come for me, need to feel it. Need to feel you.”
Like his words were magic, your felt your orgasm flood into your body. Goosebumps raised on your skin and your back arched of the bed. Your own hand came to cover your mouth as obscene sounds came from you.
As soon as he felt you clench around him, JJ let go, burying his face into your neck. “Fuck,” He cried, his thrusts erratic as filled you with his hot cum, “So good, fuck.”
You both breathed heavily as you came down from your highs. JJ rolled off of you to lie beside of you, placing a hand on your stomach.
“Do you think it’ll work the first time?” He rubbed circled into your lower abdomen.
Before you could answer, you heard a loud cry from the baby monitor. You began to sit up, but JJ got up first. “You wait here and focus on getting pregnant.”
You giggled, shaking your head. “Like I can control that.”
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jlovesjj · 2 months
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slut!!
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pairing: fem!reader x !jj maybank
warnings: slut shaming, cussing, ( spelling mistakes are meant to be there.)
a/n: the reader and jj maybank do not end up together the reader is just hopelessly in love with her ex jj maybank.maybe exes to kinda lovers?
everyone wants him,that was my crime
the wrong place at the right time
and I break down ,then he’s pullin me in
in a world full of boys, he’s a gentleman
your sitting at your vanity, applying your last bit of makeup.usually you wouldn’t be spending all this time on your makeup, just for a party but your ex jj maybank is going to be there.although it’s been 3 months since you guys ended it you are still hung up on him.which is crazy to you because you never get hung up on a guy, but jj, he was different.
about 30 minutes later you arrive at the party, your wearing a short dress and you feel pretty confident in yourself. you spot the bar and walk over to it and order a beer, while the bartender is getting your drink you look around you and in the corner of your eye you see jj maybank talking to some random girl.you look back at the bar and your drink is sitting there, you grab it and take a swig.you look over to the side of you, and see rafe cameron approaching you.
“ your such a little slut huh,trying to get maybank’s attention with your tits out?” rafe scoffs.
“ w- what?”
“ you heard me.”
“ I assumed I didn’t hear you right.”
“ oh no, you heard me you look like a fucking slut.”
you try to walk away and rafe grabs your wrist with a bruising grip and pulls you back,tears weld into your eyes. jj sees rafe grabbing your wrist in the corner of his eyes and hurries over to you.
“ what the fucks going on over here?” The blonde boy exclaims.
“ nothing man, we were just talking.” rafe let’s go of your wrist.
“ didn’t look like you were just talking” jj speaks.
“ looks like you got your way.”rafe looks over to you
“fuck, did you just say?”jjs voice grows sharper
rafe chuckles and walks away, jj looks down at you and see’s tears running down your cheek.
“ you ok?” he says.
“ yeah,I’m ok”
“ don’t lie, I know you better then that love.”
your stomach goes into knots.your lost of words, did your ex just call you love?
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prettybabyyyy · 7 days
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i have a disgustingly strong need to call rafe ‘dad’
and an even stronger need to call jj ‘papa j’
and another thing I need rafe to call me kid too
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