witchofawoman

[witchofawoman]

LATE NIGHTS ⋆｡°✩

7. Poisonous ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

featuring : jj maybank x kook!reader

summary :It's truly just chaos after what happened, Rafe's words affected you more than you think. And you just couldn't admit it but you were done with it, everything and everyone...

words count : 1.6k

warnings : drug and alcohol usage, angst, violence, addiction, cheating, etc.

a/n : This is the 7th and the last part before the end of the serie :(( Enjoy <3

You couldn’t let anyone see what state you were in. The second you got into your car and started the engine, you pressed the gas harder than you should have. Speed was all you had—it was an escape, a distraction, anything but stillness. You didn’t want to go home. You couldn’t. The walls would close in on you, suffocate you, force you to sit with the thoughts clawing at your skull. But you had promised yourself: no more hurting. No more slipping back into that darkness.

The air was thick, suffocating, your mind a constant reel of memories you wished you could erase. The weight of everything you’d done, everything you’d lost, sat heavy in your chest. You knew your engine wouldn’t last—the warning light had been flickering for days—but you didn’t care. You kept driving until it sputtered and died, right as you rolled into a gas station. But filling the tank wasn’t an option. You didn’t want to be here. You didn’t want to be anywhere.

As tempting as it was to let go, to lose control completely, you couldn’t—not tonight. Even through the crushing exhaustion, the unbearable ache, something in the back of your mind whispered that there was still more. More places you hadn’t seen, more moments you hadn’t lived. The thought was distant, fragile, but it was enough to keep you moving.

You shoved the car door open and started running.

The wind howled in your ears, your legs burned, your lungs felt like they were on fire—but you didn’t stop. You ran like something was chasing you, like if you stopped, everything would come crashing down at once. The Cut was ahead, the cliff’s edge looming under the moonlight, and you didn’t slow down.

Then a hand caught your wrist.

“Y/N, don’t do this.”

His voice was sharp, firm—an order rather than a plea. His grip was iron, fingers digging into your skin, like letting go wasn’t an option.

Of course, he wouldn’t let you go. Not because he cared. No, Rafe Cameron had an image to uphold. He had a reputation to protect. If you jumped, everyone would talk. They’d whisper about what he did to you, about how he must have been the reason. And that? That was something he couldn’t have.

“Back off, Rafe,” you spat, wrenching your arm, but he wouldn’t let go. “Stay out of my fucking business. Don’t you get it?”

Your breath was ragged, your chest heaving, but you refused to let the tears fall. You had promised yourself. You wouldn’t break. Not in front of him or anyone else.

“You’re not going anywhere, love,” he growled, voice tight with frustration.

Your whole body tensed. That word—it tasted like poison coming from him.

“No,” you snapped, shaking your head. “You don’t get to call me that. You don’t get to touch me. You don’t get anything from me.”

Your voice cracked, but you pushed forward. “If you’re only here to stop me, it’s not because you care. It’s because you don’t want people pointing fingers at you.”

Rafe’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t argue.

“If you ever truly cared about me, it wouldn’t be now that you’re trying to save me.”

For a second, just a second, something flickered in his eyes. Something almost human. But you didn’t care. You yanked your arm free and took a step back, closer to the edge.

“Go fuck yourself, Rafe.”

Then you turned and ran, straight toward the drop. You jumped—not to die, but to feel something. And you did. The air rushed past you, the wind whipping through your hair, your heart pounding. When your body hit the water, it was shockingly cold, but it didn’t hurt. It was peaceful. The world was silent, nothing pulling at you, no voices in your head. Just quiet.

Then came the screams.

“She’s here! Guys, help me get her out before she dies!”

Before you could process what was happening, arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you to the surface.

You woke up on a dock. The night sky stretched above you, and your body ached from the impact. As expected, it wasn’t Rafe who had saved you. You never truly believed he would, but maybe—just maybe—you had hoped. Instead, it was Kiara. She was kneeling over you, her face a mix of relief and exasperation.

Your head rested on JJ’s lap, his expression a strange mix of fear and frustration.

“She’s alive! God, Y/N, I thought you were smarter than this,” Kiara laughed, shaking her head.

You groaned, lifting your head slightly, trying to see what was happening. JJ helped you sit up, steadying you as you leaned back on the stern. John B was driving the boat toward shore, Pope talking animatedly to him while laughing. Your head rested against JJ’s shoulder, Kiara lecturing you like a concerned older sister.

“You seriously scared the shit out of us,” JJ muttered.

You just started laughing. It was absurd, all of it.

“Hey, there’s nothing funny about jumping off a cliff,” Kiara scolded. “It’s really dangerous, you know.”

“Yeah, you could’ve…” JJ trailed off, his voice suddenly softer.

“What? Died?” You said it like it was nothing. “Guys, honestly, I’m fine.”

“No, Y/N. You’re not,” JJ said, his tone serious. “We all know you were on something. You could’ve drowned.”

“So what? Everyone has to die one day,” you replied, this time without a hint of humor.

The rest of the ride was silent. No one knew what to say. When the boat reached the shore, you didn’t wait for them—you just walked in the opposite direction, ready to be alone again.

“You’re not going home, Y/N,” JJ called after you. “I mean, look at you. You’re not in your right mind. Stay with us.”

You stopped, turning back slightly, raising an eyebrow. JJ looked at you with something close to hope. And for some reason, you couldn’t say no.

So you followed them to the Chateau.

For the first time, you really looked at the house. It was small, but charming. A place that felt real, like a home. And maybe, just maybe, that was what you needed.

Everyone sat on the porch, JJ next to you, his arm draped over your back. You weren’t used to this kind of gentle treatment. It was unfamiliar, almost unsettling. But there was warmth in it too.

They didn’t bombard you with questions. No interrogation, no demands for explanations. They just let you be. And somehow, that was more comforting than anything else.

Night crept in, one by one, they drifted off to sleep. But you and JJ remained on the couch, caught in a quiet silence neither of you wanted to break. Your head rested against his chest, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your back.

It was calm. Gentle. Safe.

But sleep didn’t come for you. And when the first rays of sunlight peeked through the horizon, you knew something had changed. Maybe, just maybe, you weren’t as lost as you thought. Even though you knew that deep down, you couldn’t stay here like this. It was too good for you, ‘I don’t deserve this and he deserves better’ you thought

You tried to slip out of the couch as quietly as possible, careful not to disturb JJ as he slept. You knew the weight of your presence in his life, and as much as you wanted to leave without waking him, you couldn’t shake the guilt that followed you like a shadow. When you reached the door, a voice stopped you cold—soft, almost pleading.

"Please, Y/N, don't go."

The words hit you harder than you expected. Why was he asking you to stay? Why would he care? His voice trembled with something you couldn't quite name, and you could feel his presence behind you, as if he were pulling you back into his orbit.

You froze, confusion clouding your mind. His eyes found yours, and he saw the questions swirling in them. Without missing a beat, he spoke again, his tone softer but no less intense.

"Listen, I’m tired of seeing you run every time I get close. When we hook up, when we talk, when we just spend time together—what are you running from, Y/N?"

His words were like daggers, cutting through the walls you’d so carefully built. They made you feel raw, exposed in a way you hadn't been in a long time. You didn’t have an answer. Not one that made sense to him, anyway. Your heart raced as the silence stretched on, your breath catching in your throat.

"Y/N, stop avoiding my questions, please."

His voice cracked just enough for you to hear the weight of his frustration. But it wasn’t just frustration—it was desperation, too. And it made your heart ache in a way that felt too overwhelming to bear.

"JJ," you whispered, your voice breaking as you finally turned to face him. "I want to answer you. I really do. But I don’t have anything to say. I don’t even know how to say it. And I’m sorry... but I just... I have to go."

You could feel the tears threatening to spill as you looked at him—those eyes full of emotions you couldn’t begin to understand. The vulnerability in his gaze was too much. It was easier to leave, to run, than to face what lay between you both.

"I’m sorry," you murmured again, your voice barely a whisper, before you turned away. You couldn’t bear to see the disappointment in his eyes, so you kept your head down, not daring to look back. The door creaked softly as you left, each step heavier than the last, the ache in your chest growing with every second.

You didn’t want to leave him. But at that moment, leaving felt like the only thing you could do.

a/n : I really feel sad about ending this, but guess everything has to end one day. Nostalgia is going to it, even though it was short it was great thanks to all the people who were ther <3

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[witchofawoman]

LATE NIGHTS ⋆｡°✩

6. Emptied ⊹.✮₊⋆

featuring : jj maybank x kook!reader

summary :It’s done, you finally broke up with Rafe. You thought it would bring you peace, a clean break from the chaos. But instead, it only invites more trouble, unraveling faster than you ever expected. And in just one night, everything you thought you escaped comes crashing back, worse than before…

words count : 1k

warnings : drug and alcohol usage, angst, violence, addiction, cheating, smut, etc.

a/n : This is the 6th part of the serie !! Enjoy <3 It's almost the end ahhhhhh

You had no idea where you were heading, but it didn’t matter. The old you was back, the reckless version, the one who didn’t care about consequences, the one who drowned everything out with chaos. As you stepped outside, you could feel the weight of people's stares. It wasn’t just the lingering effect of the drugs; no doubt, Rafe had already spread his poison, twisting the truth until you were nothing more than a whore in their eyes. But you weren’t going home. You refused to be alone with your thoughts.

“Stop this, Y/N,” a voice called out as someone grabbed your wrist. You didn’t bother looking up. Whether he was trying to hook up with you or genuinely cared, it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered anymore.

Instead, before you even processed your actions, your hands found his shoulders, and your lips crashed onto his, you were too drunk and desperate for thinking at this moment.

It was a long, deep kiss, reckless, desperate. It felt almost like you were made for each other, like you could disappear into it. Even though you didn’t know who he was, you didn’t stop. You kissed him until you were breathless, until reality blurred away.

“Shit,” you both muttered, almost in sync, making you smile for the first time in a while. It was pathetic, really.

But before you could even take in his face, he was ripped away from you and slammed against the other side of the room. The culprit? None other than Rafe.

“I told you, Maybank. Don’t touch Y/N. Are you fucking stupid?” Rafe growled, tackling JJ to the ground and driving his fists into his face, one after another.

It was brutal, relentless, but you couldn’t move. The entire room had frozen, all eyes glued to the chaos unfolding in front of them.

“Rafe, what the fuck is wrong with you?” you snapped, your voice cutting through the noise. “I told you we were fucking over! Can’t you get that? Or are you just too pathetic to accept that you don’t own me?”

Rafe’s fists stilled, his rage-filled eyes locking onto yours. The anger he had just been taking out on JJ was now redirected entirely at you. But for once, you weren’t afraid. You weren’t going to let him control you anymore.

Slowly, he got up, towering over you, his jaw clenched, nostrils flaring. He wanted to corner you like he always did ; to assert his control. But this time, you didn’t let him.

“Stop right now,” you warned, voice steady. “I’m not your girlfriend. I’m not your trophy. I’m not your fucking excuse anymore. You don’t control me, and you never will.”

Rafe stood frozen, too stunned to speak. The tension was suffocating, but you remained blank, unreadable. You refused to let him see through you. You glanced over to where JJ was, watching as Kiara and John B helped him to his feet. You should have gone to him. You wanted to. But you felt trapped in this moment.

Silence stretched between you and Rafe, thick and heavy. Five whole minutes passed, and still, he said nothing.

So, you turned toward the door.

And then, finally, his voice sliced through the air.

“You wanna know what the real problem in our relationship was?” His tone was dripping with venom. “Do you really wanna know why I fucked other girls?”

Something in your gut twisted, but you forced yourself to turn back and face him.

“It was you, Y/N,” he spat, voice sharp as glass. “You’re empty. A hollow, fucking void. You act like nothing gets to you, like you don’t have a heart, and maybe you don’t. You wanted me and chased after me but the second you had me, you shut down. Ice fucking cold. You never let me in, never let me fucking touch you and now you let him ? You think you’re above feeling anything, but guess what? That’s why I cheated. That’s why I fucked other girls. Because at least they were real. At least they weren’t a fucking corpse pretending to be alive.”

His words cut deeper than anything he could have physically done. You stood there, motionless, every syllable of his rant settling deep in your bones. You didn’t know what to say, but all that came out was a quiet, almost indifferent, “Mmh.”

It was like you were agreeing, and maybe, in some twisted way, you were. But before you gave yourself the chance to break down in front of everyone, you grabbed your keys and walked out of the party.

a/n : I decided to do a small chapter as it is one of the three last :(( hope you enjoyed reading even if it was short, I'll probably post next part this weekend (do not worry last part is going to be at least 2 times longer). Love you all, see you soon !!

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[witchofawoman]

LATE NIGHTS ⋆｡°✩

5. Storm ✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚

featuring : jj maybank x kook!reader

summary : After last night’s tension with JJ and Rafe, you just wanted to disappear, but Rafe demanded you to come to a party, which you couldn't afford to refuse even though that's all your heart wanted as you knew how bad it would be for you...

words count : 2.5k

warnings : drug and alcohol usage, angst, violence, addiction, cheating, etc.

a/n : This is the 5th part of the serie !! Enjoy <3

That morning, you felt sick to your stomach. Sarah had gone to take a shower, but you sat on your bed, staring at Rafe’s text. The sight of it alone was enough to make you nauseous. It made you feel miserable, but you couldn’t afford to refuse his invitation. So, with a shaky hand, you texted him back a simple “ok.”

You were stressed. For once, Rafe would actually be with you at the party. He wouldn’t be off in some room with another girl. No, this time, he’d be right next to you, watching your every move. The thought of it was unbearable. And as if things couldn’t get any worse, JJ was going to be there too.

You stayed on your bed, lost in thought, until Sarah emerged from the bathroom.

“Hey, Y/N, you okay?” she asked. Her hair was damp, her usual outfit thrown together with practiced ease. Her lips curved into a faint smile, but her eyes gave her away it was like she was in a rush.

Before you could answer, a loud honking interrupted you. Frowning, you walked to the window and peeked out. John B’s van was parked outside, and his friends were piled in, waiting.

You shot Sarah a confused look, but she quickly held up a hand to cut you off. “I’ll explain later, but I have to go now. Please grab my stuff and bring it tonight, okay? Love you!”

Before you could even process what was happening, she was gone.

“Uh… okay,” you muttered to yourself. Your head spun. What was going on?

The day was suffocating, the hours crawling by with cruel deliberation. You couldn’t bring yourself to move, not even to grab a drink or smoke by the window. Your body felt heavy, weighed down by dread, your mind spinning in loops you couldn’t break. All you could do was lay in bed, staring blankly at the screen, movies flickering without meaning.

By the time 5 p.m. rolled around, the walls felt like they were closing in. You had no choice—you had to get up, had to move.

Dragging yourself to the mirror, you barely recognized your own reflection. Your skin was dull, your eyes sunken with exhaustion. You couldn’t care enough to pick a real outfit, so you grabbed the first thing your hand landed on: denim shorts and a white bikini top. You smeared on some makeup, shaky hands smudging the eyeliner, but you didn’t bother fixing it.

The phone buzzed violently on your nightstand, dragging you out of your spiral. You stared at the screen for a moment, your heart sinking when you saw his name. You didn’t want to answer—but you knew he wouldn’t stop. With a deep breath, you pressed the green button.

“Rafe,” you said, your voice flat.

“Where the fuck are you?” His voice was already sharp, cutting through you like glass.

“At home,” you replied, trying to keep your tone even.

“You were supposed to be here already.”

“You were supposed to pick me up,” you said, the exhaustion creeping into your words.

There was a pause on the line, followed by the sound of him sniffing. It made your stomach churn.

“Do you think I have time to play chauffeur, Y/N?” His voice was low now, edged with something darker. “Jesus Christ, you can’t do anything for yourself, can you?”

“Are you seriously doing this right now? You’re the one who forgot—”

“Don’t fucking start with me,” he snapped, his voice rising. “You love this, don’t you? Acting like a victim all the time. Like I’m the bad guy. Guess what, love? You are the problem. You’re pathetic.”

You blinked, your breath hitching.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” you whispered, anger and hurt mixing into something volatile.

“What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with you?” he snarled. “Do you think anyone else would put up with your shit? Your little tantrums, your moods? Nobody cares about you, Y/N. Not Sarah, not those Pogues, and sure as hell not me if you keep acting like this.”

“Then leave!” you shouted, your voice breaking. “If I’m so goddamn unbearable, leave!”

There was another sniff on the other end of the line, followed by a humorless laugh.

“Oh, I will, love. But not before you drag your sorry ass here. And don’t you dare try anything tonight, or we’re done. You hear me? Done.”

“I—” you started, but the line went dead.

You stared at your phone, your chest heaving, the words you couldn’t say burning in your throat. 

 It coursed through you, a fiery rush that burned away everything else. Grabbing your bottle of pills, a few joints, and your car keys, you stormed out.

By the time you got to the party, the music was thumping, and the house was packed. You didn’t care. You didn’t want to see Rafe, didn’t want to see anyone. Slipping through the chaos, you headed upstairs.

It was Lucy’s house. You knew it well, knew the quiet spots but most of all knew how to disappear. The upstairs bathroom was perfect. Locking the door behind you, you dumped the pills onto the counter, crushed them into neat lines, and inhaled. The burn hit hard, sharp and immediate, but the numbness came quicker. Your heart raced, your mind blurred.

The bathroom door burst open so hard it slammed against the wall, making you flinch.

“Hey.”

The voice was familiar, but you were too dazed to place it. Blinking, you turned—and the sight of JJ standing in the doorway hit you like a bucket of ice water.

“JJ,” you breathed, your voice shaky.

“What the fuck are you doing?” His eyes were sharp

You wiped at your nose, trying to compose yourself. “Nothing.”

“Nothing?” He stepped inside, closing the door behind him. “Yeah, sure. Nothing looks a lot like snorting shit alone in a bathroom at a party.”

You crossed your arms, meeting his glare with defiance. “What are you even doing here, JJ?”

“Looking for beer, not a breakdown,” he shot back. “But I guess you’d call this fate, huh?”

You scoffed, leaning against the sink. “Oh, spare me the lecture.”

“I’m not lecturing you,” he said, his voice dropping slightly. “I’m just wondering how someone who acts so untouchable is actually this fucking reckless.”

You stiffened, the words cutting deeper than you wanted to admit. “What do you care?”

“I don’t,” he snapped, but his eyes betrayed him. “I mean—fuck, Y/N. Do you have any idea what you’re doing to yourself? Or is this just another game to you?”

“Don’t act like you know me,” you said, stepping closer. “You don’t. You never did.”

“Oh, I know you,” he said, his voice low, almost a growl. “I know you push people away before they can hurt you. I know you can’t stand being vulnerable for even a second because you think it makes you weak. But you know what’s really weak, Y/N? This. Hiding in a bathroom, getting high like that’s gonna fix anything.”

His words hung in the air, heavy and stinging. But instead of retreating, you closed the gap between you, your faces now inches apart.

“Am I weak, JJ?” you whispered, your voice soft but laced with challenge. “Or are you just scared of me?”

His breath hitched, his eyes flicking to your lips for the briefest moment.

“Scared of you?” he said, his voice quieter now, tinged with something you couldn’t quite place. “You wish.”

Your lips curved into a faint smirk, but before either of you could say anything else, the moment shattered.

“Little bitch, you are, Y/N.”

Rafe’s voice cut through the air like a whip, and JJ stepped back, his expression hardening as Rafe stormed in.

“What, Rafe? I’m the bitch here?” you said, your voice sharp, not even turning to look at him as you wiped at your nose again.

He didn’t answer, and didn't waste time. He grabbed your arm and spun you around, slamming you back against the wall. His hand gripped your waist hard enough to bruise, his face inches from yours.

“Look at me,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. “What the fuck were you doing with that Pogue?”

“Do you need to know every move I make?” you snapped, meeting his glare head-on.

“Yes,” he spat, his grip tightening. “Because you’re mine. Do you hear me? You’re fucking mine.”

“I’m not yours, Rafe!” you screamed, shoving at his chest. “I’m not your property, and you don’t get to control me!”

His eyes darkened, his face twisting in fury. “You’re gonna regret saying that.”

“Fuck you,” you shot back, your voice trembling with rage. “This is the end, Rafe. Never talk to me again. Go back to your little flings and hope they’re stupid enough to put up with your bullshit.”

“You don’t get to leave me,” he snarled, but you were already shoving past him, slamming the door behind you as you disappeared into the chaos of the party.

a/n : I know it's been a while since I haven't posted but I'm trying my best I promise, love you !!

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[witchofawoman]

LATE NIGHTS ⋆｡°✩

4. Crushed ᯓ★

featuring : jj maybank x kook!reader

summary : After a long time questionning yourself on wether you were a good or a bad person for it, you called JJ to make things clear between the two of you, it eneded up into a tumulteous night, the aftermath was kind of awkward making things weird between the two of you.

words count : 2.0k

warnings : drug and alcohol usage, explicit content, angst, violence, addiction, cheating,

a/n : This is the 4th part of the serie !!

So here you were, sitting in Rafe's car, on the passenger seat with his hand resting possessively on your thigh as he drove toward the mall. Sarah was in the backseat with Topper, arguing about her recent disappearance or something, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

Your mind was consumed with the conversation you’d had with JJ that morning, the scene replaying endlessly. When he asked his question, you froze. His words hit you on so many levels that you stood there, paralyzed, trying not to crumble. You remembered the look on his face, he was disappointed, when you couldn’t bring yourself to respond. He had just walked away, leaving you standing there in silence, confused and torn.

Why didn’t you say something? Why didn’t you at least try to give him an answer before he left, his shoulders heavy with disillusionment? And what were you even supposed to say? You’d never taken the time to figure out what you truly wanted. You couldn’t distinguish between liking the idea of love and understanding the reality of it. How could you possibly answer him when you didn’t even know the answer yourself?

Before you could spiral further into your thoughts, Rafe’s hand left your thigh, snapping you out of your trance.

“Y/N, you coming with me?” Sarah’s voice jolted you back to the present. Rafe shot her a strange look, one that seemed to silently question why she would dare interrupt whatever control he thought he had over you.

Even if Rafe was cheating on you with any girl who met his standards, he still saw you as his possession.

“Alright, see you both inside,” Topper called, leading Sarah toward the mall entrance.

You stayed quiet as Rafe’s hand moved back, more invasive this time. His touch felt wrong, like he was treating you as nothing more than an object he owned. You wanted to recoil, but fear rooted you in place. You knew all too well how Rafe reacted when he didn’t get what he wanted, and his explosive anger was something you dreaded more than anything.

But something was different now. Staying with him had always felt like an obligation, a duty imposed by expectations. Your parents were proud of you for dating a "young, smart man" from a respected family. The thought of disappointing them had kept you in this relationship longer than you wanted. Yet, deep down, you’d always known something was wrong.

As messed up as it was, this relationship had once felt like love—at least in the fleeting moments when Rafe bought you clothes, showered you with compliments, or helped you score drugs. It took time for you to see through the façade, to understand that what you’d mistaken for affection was just control and manipulation.

But now it was too late—or so you thought. The idea of breaking up with him filled you with dread. You weren’t just afraid of being alone, of the emptiness that might consume you. You were scared of what people would think, of the lies Rafe would inevitably spread about you. You cared more than you wanted to admit about their reactions, about preserving the image you’d carefully maintained.

But now, for reasons you couldn’t fully explain, the fear was gone.

Without a word, you reached for the door handle and stepped out of the car. You had barely taken a few steps when his voice erupted behind you.

“Where do you think you’re fucking going?” Rafe bellowed, his tone laced with fury. You felt his hand grip your arm roughly, spinning you around and pinning you against the side of the car.

“I’m not in the mood for this shit,” you muttered, trying to wrench your arm free.

“Well, you’d better get in the mood, love,” he growled, his voice dropping dangerously low. His lips descended on yours in a kiss that was more a show of dominance than affection. You barely let it happen before pulling away, disgust boiling in your stomach. The nickname he used to call you with ease now felt like venom.

You didn’t want to argue further, so you stayed quiet and followed Sarah and Topper. After finishing up the morning at the mall, Rafe decided he was hungry, and you all ended up back in the car—this time, you sat in the backseat next to Sarah. You didn’t even ask where you were headed, too busy chatting with her about everything you’d bought.

It wasn’t until the car stopped that your stomach dropped. You were at The Wreck, and Rafe mentioned going to the beach afterward. Normally, you loved the beach, but today you felt uneasy.

Throughout lunch, your mind wandered back to JJ. The thought of facing him made your skin crawl with guilt. You resolved to avoid him at all costs.

When you got to the beach, Rafe quickly left your side after spotting a cute Pogue. Relieved, you joined Sarah, who suggested going for a swim. Afterward, you sat on the sand, watching the sunset, and decided it was time to light up a joint. Sitting with the group, you passed it around, but it didn’t last long, so you offered to roll another. Your bag was a short walk away, and Sarah insisted on coming with you.

While looking through your bag, Sarah suddenly wandered off. You didn’t need to look up to know where she was heading. She was high, and no matter how much she smoked, she always ended up like this.

“HEY GUYS!” she called out, swaying as she stumbled toward a group of Pogues gathered nearby. You sighed, already dreading the drama that might unfold. Sarah was one of the few people you truly cared about, so you gently grabbed her arm.

“Sare, we don’t have time for this. I’ve got the weed; let’s go back,” you urged.

“No, let me say hi! It’d be rude not to!” she replied, brushing you off. You hesitated but followed her, unable to let her go alone.

The moment you approached, the awkwardness hit you like a wave. You weren’t high enough for this. Worse, you found yourself face-to-face with JJ, his piercing gaze fixed on you. You avoided his eyes, instead striking up a conversation with Kie and Pope. They were friendly, and for a brief moment, their presence felt comforting.

But the peace shattered when Rafe’s voice boomed behind you.

“Y/N, what the fuck are you doing, love?” he snarled, his voice dripping with venom. The word “love” felt more like an insult than an endearment.

JJ’s expression twisted with anger. As you stood to pull Sarah away, he shouted after you. "Of course. Run back to your perfect little life with Rafe. You’re nothing more than a pretty little pawn to them anyway. Guess you’re fine being used, huh?"

You froze but didn’t turn around. You didn’t need to see the chaos unfolding to know what was happening. Rafe and Topper were charging at JJ, fists flying, while Pope and John B jumped in to defend their friend. Sarah tried to intervene, but her efforts were in vain. You couldn’t stand by and let her get hurt, so you grabbed her arm and told her to take your stuff.

Steeling yourself, you stepped between the groups, your voice rising above the commotion. “All of you, stop this shit right now! Rafe, stop acting like you’re king of the world. Do you think beating him up is going to solve anything? And you, JJ—what the fuck is wrong with you?”

JJ’s gaze hardened, his voice cutting as he snapped, “You’re no one to judge me, so just stay out of it.”

You didn’t hesitate. “Stay out of it? You’re the one making a scene, JJ. Maybe if you stopped acting like a reckless idiot for five seconds, none of this would’ve happened.”

His jaw tightened, his eyes burning into yours, but you didn’t flinch. The air between you was thick with unspoken words, his frustration crashing against your own. You wanted to say more, to cut deeper, but instead, you turned away, unwilling to let him see how much this was getting to you. Sarah returned with your bags, and you snatched the car keys from Rafe without another word.

For once, he didn’t protest. You looked too furious for him to argue. Usually, he’d scream back at you, but this time, he stayed silent, almost as if he were afraid of you.

When you finally reached your house, you grabbed your bag and walked inside without so much as a glance at him. The silence was deafening, but you didn’t care. You were done.

Sarah couldn’t stand seeing you like that, so she followed you home. You didn’t want her to come, but you didn’t stop her either.

Your house was spotless, as always, or at least that’s how it appeared. Someone came by every day to clean, hiding the mess you couldn’t seem to get rid of. But it wasn’t always this way. Last night, for the first time in a long time, you’d let your guard down. Inside, you went straight to your room and sank onto your bed, the weight of everything pressing down on you. After a moment, you got up and changed into something more comfortable, scrubbing at your mascara-streaked face in the mirror.

“Y/N, what’s up with you?” Sarah asked softly, sitting on the edge of your bed.

“Nothing important, Sare. They just made me mad,” you replied, your voice flat.

“No, it’s more than that. I know you, and you’re not fine. What’s going on?”

You hesitated, your reflection staring back at you, accusing and tired. Finally, you turned to her and sighed, sinking onto the bed beside her. “I’m just... confused, okay?” you admitted. “JJ and I... I don’t know what we are. We’re not just hook-ups, but... I have a boyfriend.”

Sarah rolled her eyes, her voice sharpening. “And he’s a complete asshole, I mean he’s my brother but I have to admit that. Why won’t you leave him, Y/N? And don’t give me the ‘my parents love him’ bullshit again.”

Her words stung, not because they weren’t true, but because you didn’t have a good answer. Your mouth opened, but nothing came out. Vulnerability was something you avoided at all costs, even with Sarah. To you, admitting how you felt was admitting weakness, and weakness wasn’t an option.

Instead, you shut down, pulling the covers over yourself and curling into a ball. “I’m tired, Sarah. Let’s talk tomorrow,” you mumbled.

Sarah sighed in frustration but didn’t push further. She sat there for a moment longer before quietly leaving the room, the sound of the door clicking shut leaving you alone with your thoughts.

As you woke up, your phone buzzed with three new messages from Rafe. You had already braced yourself for what was coming:

Rafe: What the hell was that, Y/N? Rafe: Don’t ever pull that shit again, or we’re done. Rafe: There’s a party tonight at the beach. Your little Pogue friends will be there. You’d better fucking behave.

a/n : This part is the longest one I've done so far ! Hope you enjoyed it, tell me if you have any questions or suggestions !

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[witchofawoman]

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3. Fragile ⋆˙⟡

featuring : jj maybank x kook!reader

summary : You didn't know what you were doing, you were high, once again, and your heart took control of your mind, so you let it slide and called him, he was at your door, and you were more fragile than ever...

words count : 1.6k

warnings : drug and alcohol usage, explicit content, angst, violence, addiction, cheating, smutt, sough rex, oral.

a/n : This is the 3rd part of the serie !!

Who were you? What were you even doing—calling JJ Maybank? Your boyfriend's sworn enemy. The most annoying, cocky, and dangerous guy in all of Kildare.

What happened to Y/N, the Kook princess, who wouldn’t have even bothered to look his way? And now, here you were, calling him because you wanted to understand what being "the girl" even meant.

Before you could finish another bottle of vodka and spiral further into your headache-inducing thoughts, a knock at the door pulled you back. You mustered all the strength you had left, stumbling down the stairs but somehow managing not to trip—not before you had your answers.

"Hey, Y/L/N," JJ said as soon as he saw you. He didn’t know where to look—your house was a mess, with everything scattered across the floor, almost as if you’d had an outburst just moments before. He hadn’t known what to expect when he got there, but this wasn’t it.

You were beautiful, he thought, but something was definitely off. You didn’t look as calm and collected as you usually did. He couldn’t admit it, not even to himself, but he’d always watched you from a distance, even when you didn’t pay him any attention. This time, though, something was different. Something was missing in your eyes. He couldn’t figure it out and kept staring at you, confused, trying to understand what had happened to you.

"Hi, J.!" you greeted, your voice unusually joyful, almost like you couldn’t wait to see him. JJ raised an eyebrow, thrown off by your sudden shift. Before he could say anything, you added, "How are you?" and pulled him into a hug that lingered longer than he expected.

"I’m fine, but... what are you doing?" he asked, trying to mask the concern creeping into his voice.

You glanced around, almost brushing off his question. "Well, I know it’s a bit of a mess, but we can go upstairs," you replied, your words rushed and scattered as you grabbed his wrist and led him through the chaos to your room. JJ followed, his eyes darting over the overturned furniture and scattered items on the floor. Something was definitely off.

"So?" JJ started, glancing around and trying to choose his words carefully. "Why did you want me to come here?" he added, attempting to sound casual, though you had his full attention. His mind was consumed by you and nothing else.

"I don’t know. I guess I was bored," you said with a shrug.

"Bored? That’s why you called me at 2 a.m.? You’ve gotta be kidding me. That’s BS," he replied, raising an eyebrow.

"Well," you started, your voice faltering as you avoided his gaze. "If you really want to know, I just wanted to ask... what the hell did Kie mean when she said I was ‘the girl’ you talked about?"

JJ froze for a moment, then chuckled, running a hand through his hair. "You caught me off guard," he admitted, noticing the serious look in your eyes. "I told them a girl might come with us on a dayboat sometime, just casually hanging out, of course." He smiled, watching as relief softened your expression.

"Oh... cool," you replied, your voice quieter now.

"Well," JJ said with a smirk, leaning back slightly. "Since we’re asking questions... why didn’t you come this morning? From the way you sounded, you were all needy for me to see you," he teased, his smirk growing wider.

The question hit you like a brick. You couldn’t answer it. So, instead, you did the only thing that came to mind.

You got up, stepped close to him, and kissed him.

JJ froze for a split second, his brain short-circuiting. But then his hands found your waist, and he kissed you back. It was slow at first, testing the waters, but quickly grew more passionate. He couldn’t ignore the way it felt, like your lips fit together perfectly, like this was something that was meant to be.

SMUT***

Your kiss grew heated, and soon enough, his hands were everywhere, tracing your curves and pulling you closer. He lifted you off the ground effortlessly, carrying you to the bed.

He laid you down gently, his lips trailing along your neck, tasting every inch of your skin. His hands slipped under your top, exploring and caressing, igniting sparks wherever he touched. You couldn’t take it anymore, so you helped him pull off your sweater, tossing it to the floor. His mouth continued to wander, leaving soft, fiery kisses down your torso, each one making your breath hitch.

As he reached your most sensitive spot, his hands lingered on the waistband of your shorts, teasing you with gentle traces. He looked up at you, his gaze seeking permission, and when your desperate eyes met his, you gave a small, eager nod. He slid your shorts off slowly, revealing how much you needed him.

His lips and tongue worked magic as he explored you, his movements deliberate and precise, drawing soft, shaky moans from your lips. His mouth focused on your clit, swirling and sucking, while his fingers teased at your entrance. When he finally slid one finger inside, your back arched, and a gasp escaped you.

"J..." you whispered, your voice trembling.

He smirked against you, adding a second finger and curling them just right, hitting a spot that made your head fall back and your moans grow louder. Each motion was unrelenting, his pace quickening, his touch perfectly in tune with your body. You grabbed at his hair, your voice breaking as you cried out his name, every nerve in your body alive.

Even as you neared the edge, he didn’t let up. He kissed his way back up your body briefly, his lips brushing yours in a heated kiss, before returning to his focus. The intensity was overwhelming, and moments later, you unraveled, crying out as waves of pleasure overtook you. He didn’t stop until you were fully spent, his lips and chin glistening as he looked up at you with a wicked grin.

"Wonderful," he said, leaning closer to kiss you again, his voice husky. "You taste like candy."

But the hunger between you didn’t fade. You needed more. Your hands moved to the waistband of his jeans, helping him tug them off. Soon, he was bare before you, and your heart raced at the sight.

He turned you around, guiding you until you were on top of him. His hands rested on your hips, helping you align with him. As you lowered yourself, the sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and heat that made you feel completely consumed by him.

You moved together, your bodies in perfect rhythm. His hands guided your hips as your movements grew faster, your breath coming in gasps, your moans filling the room. The connection was raw, intimate, and electric.

When he felt you nearing your peak, he shifted you again, gently turning you onto your back as he positioned himself above you. His movements were faster, deeper, and the intensity had you clinging to him. Pain and pleasure blurred together in a way that made your body tremble, and tears welled in your eyes, spilling over as the emotions overtook you.

He watched you, his gaze full of something unspoken—something deep and real. "You’re so beautiful," he whispered, his voice ragged.

It didn’t take long before you shattered again, your cries echoing through the room as he held you close, his pace steady until he followed you, releasing with a groan that sent shivers down your spine.

That had been wonderful, even better than the first time. Now, the two of you were spooning, and for a moment, you felt like you were exactly where you were meant to be. But the feeling didn’t last long. Guilt crept in, gnawing at you from the inside. Why had you done it again? Why had you cheated on your boyfriend? What were you going to do about it? Was this going to become a forever thing? Were the two of you always going to hide like this?

Before you could spiral deeper, you got up suddenly, startling JJ awake. It probably looked like you were sneaking out after a one-night stand—except it was your house, and this wasn’t just a hookup. As you dressed quickly, putting on your jewelry, JJ blinked at you, still half-asleep, his confusion clear.

"Don’t you live here?" he asked sarcastically, propping himself up on his elbow.

"Well, yes," you muttered, fumbling for your cigarette pack. "I’m just gonna take a smoke."

He raised an eyebrow, clearly thrown off by your abruptness. You sighed, feeling awkward under his gaze. "Wanna join me?" you added.

"Uh, yeah... give me a minute," he said, still looking at you like you were a puzzle he couldn’t quite figure out.

You left, heading to the backyard and praying no one would see him naked through your windows. Leaning on the door connecting your kitchen to the back porch, you tried lighting a cigarette, but your lighter refused to work. Frustrated, you went back inside, started your coffee machine, and grabbed the kitchen’s blowtorch. With your coffee in hand and the torch in the other, you settled on the patio couch, putting the cigarette between your lips and preparing to light it.

Before you could, JJ’s laughter rang out behind you.

"The fuck are you doing with that, Y/L/N? Don’t you have a proper lighter?" he asked, his voice teasing.

"To your surprise, I actually do," you said, not looking up. "But it’s out of gas, so I make do."

"Didn’t know Kooks could make do," he replied with a smirk, pulling a lighter from his pocket. "Here."

"Thanks," you muttered as you lit your cigarette. You turned the lighter in your hand for a moment, noticing the engraved initials on its surface. It was cool, understated. You handed it back to him, offering him a cigarette in return.

The two of you sat in silence for a while, the quiet stretching between you. It felt heavy.

"So, what are you doing today?" JJ finally asked, breaking the silence.

"I’m going shopping with Sarah," you said, your gaze fixed anywhere but on him. You knew if you met his eyes, you’d probably start crying.

"Oh... cool," he said awkwardly, standing up and brushing off his jeans. "I think it’s time for me to go."

"Mmmh..." you replied softly, finally looking up at him. His blue eyes locked onto yours, and for a moment, the air felt heavier. You stubbed out your cigarette in the ashtray and got up to walk him to the door.

When he reached it, he paused, turning to face you. The look in his eyes caught you off guard, there was frustration there, maybe even a trace of hurt.

"What do you want from me, Y/N?"

a/n : and that's how the story ends for now... Hahaha I'm sorry guys but as it's the week-end now I might be able to post more content in here ! Hope you enjoyed it, tell me if you have any suggestions !!

[witchofawoman]

LATE NIGHTS ⋆｡°✩

Introduction : Under the golden glow of Kildare’s sunsets, everything seems perfect. You have it all : wealth, a flawless relationship with Rafe Cameron, and a life everyone envies. But behind the polished exterior, there’s something darker, a feeling you can’t quite shake. It’s a restlessness, a secret buried deep that no one knows about.

Then there’s JJ Maybank. A Pogue, reckless and free, with a smile that hides his own mysteries. Each moment with JJ pulls you deeper into a world you’re not supposed to be part of, a world filled with secrets, temptation, and danger. He’s not just a distraction, he’s the one thing that makes you question everything you’ve ever known.

Pairing : JJ Maybank x F!Kook!Reader

Blooming ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★

A mess .𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪𖤐

Fragile ⋆˙⟡

Crushed ᯓ★

Storm ✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚

Emptied ⊹.✮₊⋆

Poisonous ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

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LATE NIGHTS ⋆｡°✩

2. A Mess .𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪𖤐

featuring : jj maybank x kook!reader

summary : Ever since that night, everything seemed different in your eyes but everything was still the same around you, your parents, your boyfriend, your "friends" and your lifestyle. But you couldn't stop thinking about him...

words count : 853

warnings : drug and alcohol usage, explicit content, angst, violence, addiction, cheating.

a/n : This is the 2nd part of this serie !! This part was abit rushed, but I'll do my best to post more and obviously better content, but until then : Enjoy 🌸!

Since that night, you had been avoiding JJ. No one else could make you feel the way he did, but the guilt of what had happened weighed heavily on you. Even knowing Rafe had been unfaithful, your own betrayal felt just as wrong. The Midsommar party was supposed to be an escape, a chance to distract yourself from the mess of emotions you carried. Yet guilt clouded your thoughts as your eyes kept finding JJ in the crowd, drawn to him no matter how hard you tried to look away.

You forced yourself to maintain composure. Your parents were there, and their expectations left no room for mistakes. Standing next to Rafe, who called out to JJ to fetch him a glass of champagne like a servant, the tension between the three of you was suffocating. JJ’s glare burned through you, his anger unmistakable and impossible to ignore. When Rafe left to join Ward, you seized the opportunity to slip away, pulling Sarah along with you under the pretense of needing some air.

Away from the party’s chaos, you retrieved a bottle of vodka you’d hidden earlier in the bushes. "You're insane," Sarah laughed as you unscrewed the cap and took a long swig.

"What’s life without a little mischief?" you teased, handing her the bottle. Sarah shook her head but took a sip anyway. Talking with her was easy. Since dating Rafe, Sarah had become like a sister to you—someone you could trust. But when she casually brought up the bonfire, your heart stopped.

"So, how was it with that Pogue?" she asked, a sly smile playing on her lips.

You froze. "What?" you stammered, panic creeping into your voice. Was it that obvious?

"Relax. I’m not judging," Sarah reassured you, her tone soft. But her words cracked something inside you. The guilt, the confusion, the overwhelming feelings. All of it came pouring out as you broke into sobs. Sarah listened without judgment, her presence comforting you in a way you desperately needed. "You and JJ could actually be good together," she mused, trying to lighten the mood. Her words caught you off guard, but for the first time in days, you laughed—a small, fragile sound that felt like a lifeline.

As the evening wore on, you found yourself sitting alone on the porch, the sounds of the party fading into the background. The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink. Lost in thought, you didn’t notice JJ approaching until he was right beside you.

"Hey, Y/N. How’re you doing?" His voice was soft, almost shy.

You looked up at him, his piercing blue eyes making your heart race. "Hi, Maybank. I’m... okay. You?"

"You look great tonight," he said, his sincerity catching you off guard. There was no trace of sarcasm or flirtation—just a simple, honest compliment. "You know, even if you’re a Kook, you’re always welcome with us."

His words surprised you. "Why now? You’re always so protective of the Cut," you challenged, narrowing your eyes.

"Because Kooks act like they own everything," he admitted with a shrug. "Let us have our little paradise."

His honesty annoyed and intrigued you in equal measure. "Yeah, whatever," you muttered, flipping him off as you stood and walked away. But his parting words followed you: "Don’t forget my proposition, Y/L/N."

For days, those words lingered in your mind. On impulse, you decided to take him up on it. Calling ahead, you let him know. "Already needy for me?" he teased when he picked up.

"Shut up," you snapped, hanging up immediately. At the Chateau, Pope answered the door, his confusion evident. His wary expression, almost disgusted, made you realize how unusual it was for the so-called "Kook princess" to show up there. What were your intentions? To humiliate them? To make trouble for John B? The awkwardness was palpable, so you quickly claimed you were there to see Kiara. Once alone with her, you confessed everything.

"JJ invited me, but I don’t know what I’m doing," you admitted, your voice shaky.

Kiara’s knowing smile only deepened your embarrassment. "So, you’re the girl he’s been talking about," she said with a smirk.

Unable to handle the weight of her teasing, you left without even meeting JJ. Instead, you texted him, saying you couldn’t make it.

That night, as you sat alone on your balcony, the cool night air wrapped around you like a blanket. Lighting a joint, you let your thoughts drift to JJ. No matter how much you tried, you couldn’t stop thinking about him. His laugh, his sharp wit, the way his eyes seemed to see right through you—it was maddening.

Acting on pure impulse, you messaged him. The response was almost immediate. "Be there in a quarter," he replied, and your heart raced as you read the words. You didn’t know what you were getting yourself into, but you knew one thing for certain: there was no turning back now.

a/n : it was a bit rushed but I hope you still liked it, I didn't put any smut this time but I will for the next ones ☝🏼☝🏼I'll try to post the next part as soon as I can

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1. Blooming ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★

featuring : jj maybank x kook!reader

summary : growing up in kildare seems like a dream, especially as a kook and even more if they were you, everyone woukd kill to be you : you were rich, everyone loved your family and most of all you were going out with him : Rafe. But behind closed doors, everything was different...

words count : 1.5k

warnings : drug and alcohol usage, explicit content, angst, violence, smut, addiction, cheating, unprotected sex.

a/n : I'm sorry if this is baddly written, this is my first book and I will try to do my best

You were always partying. No one truly cared about you; they only cared about whether you’d attend their party. Your presence was a symbol of status. You had everything that could elevate someone socially: connections, image, and wealth. But for you, parties weren’t about social standing. They were an escape. You drank, smoked, and did drugs, not for fun, but to numb yourself. What started as an indulgence became an addiction.

Everyone wanted to be your friend, but no one truly cared about you. On the surface, they treated you as their friend, but it was one-sided. They never asked how you were, even as you spiraled at their events. You would take whatever was available : pills, weed, alcohol. Just to escape and forget your problems.

Behind closed doors, the "kook princess" title meant nothing. Your parents didn’t care about you. They gave you everything you wanted but never noticed when you began self-harming. They were too absorbed in their own lives, often away in another part of the country. Yet, they demanded perfection to protect their image. Any scandal involving you would bring their wrath.

Your boyfriend was no different. Like your parents, he only cared about appearances. He stayed with you because you were the ideal trophy: calm, compliant, and perfect. He controlled you, loved having that power, and dismissed your feelings. Even when you learned about his multiple affairs, you didn’t react. He saw you as a submissive little doll.

To the world, you were perfect. People thought you were a ray of sunshine : effortlessly beautiful, always saying the right things. But at parties, you let your mask slip. You attended every parties in Figure eight, always showing up even when your soul screamed to be elsewhere.

One summer evening, you went to the annual bonfire, but this this time it was in The Cut. You arrived with Rafe, but he quickly disappeared with a touron. Left alone, you filled a cup with a random drink. Sarah was there too, but she soon left to be with her boyfriend. You danced for a while, but the urge to smoke overwhelmed you. Seeking solitude, you wandered to the water’s edge, sat on the sand with your toes in the surf, and lit a joint.

As you stared at the waves, lost in thought, someone approached. You didn’t turn to look until he spoke.

“Hey.”

“Hi,” you replied coldly.

“That’s not very polite. As a kook, you should know what respect is,” he teased, pulling out his own joint. He asked for a lighter, and you handed it to him, briefly locking eyes. That’s when you recognized him: JJ Maybank. You didn’t care for him, mostly because of his constant run-ins with Rafe. You thought he was reckless, but beyond that, you knew little about him, except that he was a Pogue and had a troubled upbringing.

When he handed the lighter back, he smirked. “What’s Y/N Y/L/N doing in The Cut?”

You sighed, not wanting to answer. After taking one last hit from your joint, you stood to leave, but he grabbed your wrist, pulling you closer. The touch unsettled you, not in a bad way, but in a way you didn’t expect.

“What are you doing here, huh? And why aren’t you with your sweet little boyfriend?”

You yanked your hand away. “It’s none of your business, Maybank.”

His smirk widened. His piercing blue eyes held yours, making it impossible to look away. “Let me guess, he ditched you for another girl.”

His words didn’t sting. You were relieved whenever Rafe wasn’t around. He was toxic, manipulative, and full of himself. You sighed again, which JJ took as confirmation.

“Oh, I see. It doesn’t bother you, does it? Is it because he’s a trainwreck, or…” He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a whisper near your ear. “Is it because he can’t fuck you right?”

He wasn’t wrong. Rafe was selfish, in and out of bed. He never cared about your needs, only his own gratification. You remained silent, but JJ saw through you. His smirk grew, and his gaze deepened as he looked into your eyes, devoid of any spark.

Then, without warning, he kissed you. You should have pushed him away, but you didn’t. Instead, you kissed him back. His touch made you feel weak in a way you hadn’t felt before. The longing in your eyes didn’t escape him, and soon, the two of you found yourselves at the Chateau, lost in each other.

Piece by piece, your clothes fell away, each barrier removed with deliberate care. He didn’t rush or treat you as an object to conquer. For the first time, you felt truly seen—not as an image or a facade, but as a person stripped of all pretense.

His lips followed the path of his hands, leaving a trail of soft kisses and tender marks across your skin. When he paused in front of your most sensitive spot, his eyes locked with yours, silently asking for permission. A simple, desperate “Please” escaped your lips, and that was all he needed.

He began with his tongue, moving in rhythmic circles over your clit, making you gasp with pleasure. When he slid a finger inside, your body arched instinctively, and soon, he added another, intensifying the sensation. You became a trembling, moaning mess, his name spilling from your lips like a prayer. With every movement, he seemed to unravel you further, taking you to places you’d never been before.

Your hands gripped his blonde hair tightly as the tension within you grew unbearable. “I’m gonna—c-cum, JJ,” you managed to stammer, your voice quivering as your body reached its peak. He responded by quickening his pace, pushing you over the edge. Your vision blurred as you cried out his name, your release overwhelming you completely.

He moved back up to face you, placing gentle kisses on your lips as if to ground you. The intimacy between you felt electric, but you wanted more. He seemed to sense it, turning you over so your back pressed into the soft pillows. As he teased your entrance, you couldn’t help but let out a string of curses under your breath.

Despite the passion, guilt crept into your mind, you were cheating on your boyfriend, and with his nemesis, no less. But those thoughts vanished the moment he entered you fully. A gasp escaped your lips as he started slow, allowing your body to adjust. “You’re so tight, Y/N,” he murmured, his voice laced with pleasure. Soon, his movements quickened, and the two of you were lost in each other, the world outside forgotten.

Every thrust hit the right spot, sending waves of pleasure through your body. The tension built again, and you felt yourself nearing another climax. “JJ, I—” you tried to speak, but your words dissolved into incoherent moans as your body convulsed around him.

He didn’t stop, driving you further into overstimulation as he chased his own release. When he finally found it, he stilled, his warmth filling you completely. You lay together in the aftermath, your bodies tangled and hearts racing. You kissed him deeply, savoring the connection you’d shared.

But as the euphoria faded, reality crept back in. You had a boyfriend. This moment, as incredible as it was, could never happen again. And yet, lying there in his bed, you couldn’t help but wish it could.

a/n : I'm sorry, I know it's not really great, but tell me if you want a Part 2 or smth 🙏🙏