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rubiehart · 12 hours
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Jj teaching inexperienced reader how to make themselves orgasm
do u know how much i love this request anon…
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you’ve got two fingers stuffed into your weeping cunt, jj’s laying down next to you on his side, fingers wrapped around your wrist as he guides yours. he notices your pout as you look his way, and he nods with understanding.
“nah, you got it c’mon. curl ‘em up a little.” he motions with his own hand, you nod and curl your fingers up until you feel a squidgy pad, squeaking out in surprise and looking to jj for confirmation.
he chuckles and kisses your temple. “think you found it, babe.” and you smile a little. he nods for you to continue and you’re dumbfounded. “try bring ‘em in and out a little, let ‘em hit the spot.” you do so and your head instantly drops back against the pillows, widening your legs subconsciously.
“yeahh, goooood girl.” he praises lowly as he reaches over to rub tight little circles on your clit. “you got it lil mama.” as you whimper, your movements slowing down a little.
“cum for me baby, i got you.” you whine out loudly as you clench around your own fingers, milky white spilling over your hand as you pant into jj’s shoulder, his movements on your clit slow but don’t stop as he rides out your high for you, figuring you couldn’t do it yourself in your dazed state.
“did that feel good?” he asks, wiggling his eyebrows in your direction as you nod, soft smile on your face as he smirks, pouncing on you and rolling himself on top as you giggle. “‘imma make you feel ‘real good now, so proud ‘o you mama.” whilst littering kisses all over your neck.
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rafesmuse · 1 month
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Hi Ari!! Omg congrats on 11k your blog is doing so good!! 💕💫
and nsfw thought: just imagine you’ve been in a shitty mood so you were bratty with jj all day. And when you both get home he just fucks all the attitude out of you until ur crying from the relief omg I need him 😩
JJ MAYBANK — 18+ (i changed it up a bit i hope that’s ok!)
“you gonna behave?” “y-yes, j, fuck!” you moaned as jj pounded into you from behind while tightly gripping your hair with one hand and holding your hip with the other. he was fucking you like his life depended on it, fed up with your bratty behaviour throughout the entire day. so when you both finally got home, he hauled you into the bedroom and ripped your clothes off, his demeanour shifting abruptly.
“nah, i’m not convinced yet.” he swiftly flipped you over so you were on your back and immediately started thrusting into you again, his hand travelling towards your throat. the new position allowed him to hit your g-spot so perfectly, causing you to moan his name with your mouth agape. “feels good, hm? you love my cock, don’t you?” he asked, his voice laced with a fake sweetness that you foolishly fell for as you instantly replied, “hmm. feels so fucking good, j”
“too fucking bad, princess. brats like you don’t deserve to cum.” he growled, his voice darker and deeper with the false sweetness from earlier gone. your eyes sprung open right away with tears slowly filling your eyes as you begged and pleaded, “n-no, i need to cum, please, i swear i’m gonna be good. i’m sorry, okay! please baby” he simply chuckled in return, fully enjoying seeing you desperate like this. “yeah, that won’t do. you can cry all you want but i’m the only one that’s gonna cum tonight.”
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pixelated-pogues · 1 year
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Shaved Confessions (j.m)
Pairing: JJ Maybank x reader
Summary: An innocent moment of watching JJ shave turns into a little more.
Warnings: Fluff, slight suggestive content
Word Count: 1.6k
Gif creds: @cherryusa
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“JJ,” I call, entering the Chateau without knocking first. John B always gave me shit for drumming my knuckles against the front door before entering his house, so I’ve finally broken the habit.
“You’re at my house more than you’re at your own, Y/n, it’s really not necessary to knock. Just come on in and let your presence be known,” he’d chuckled one day after answering the door to find me shyly twiddling my thumbs.
“In here,” he responds from the bathroom, leading me towards his voice. I find him hunched over the sink with his toothbrush hanging half out of his mouth, his eyebrows furrowed as he runs his fingers over the stubble on his chin. His hair is damp and disheveled, the towel wrapped haphazardly around his neck indicating that he’d just gotten out of the shower. “You like what you see?” My eyes lock onto his boyish grin for a split second before rolling back into my head.
“Just surprised by the fact that you actually shower. I always assumed you thought a dip in the ocean did the trick,” I quip back, shrieking when his towel whips against my bare thigh in retaliation.
“Oh shut up,” he smiles, throwing the towel back over his shoulders before spitting the toothpaste into the sink so he can rinse his mouth out. “That accusation holds no weight when you’re always telling me that I smell good.”
“Touché,” I hum, pushing past him to sit on the toilet. He gives me the side eye, ensuring that I catch the wink he sends my way before rummaging through the drawers to find his shaving cream. “Damn, you got a hot date tonight that I’m crashing by being here?”
“Bold of you to assume that you’re crashing my date instead of being it,” his eyebrows raise for a brief moment before he returns his focus to smearing shaving cream across his jawline. A sarcastic laugh falls from my lips, but the awkward cough that follows kills it’s credibility. JJ’s lips twitch knowingly, but he doesn’t say anything, instead he drags his razor across the left side of his jaw, ridding it of the stubble.
“That seems like a satisfying process,” I hum after roughly thirty seconds of comfortable silence.
“It is,” he agrees, turning the faucet on to clean cream off the razor. He moves to continue shaving before his movements pause. JJ straightens up, angling himself towards me, “You want to try it?” The question takes me off guard, my cheeks burning under his curious gaze. I opt for nodding rather than trusting my voice, standing from my position on the toilet to meet him at the sink.
“Sure,” I shrug, taking the razor from his hand. “The angle’s going to be a little awkward though.” JJ nods in agreement before hooking his hands around my waist to hoist me onto the counter in front of him. “You’ve gotta give a girl a heads up before man handling her, J,” I giggle, steadying myself with his shoulders.
“Noted, ma’am,” he comments, his own laugh mixing with mine before he situates himself between my legs. “Better, though?”
“Yeah,” I breathe, gesturing for him to look to one side so that I can focus on the task at hand. I gently hook one hand behind his neck to keep my grip steady, unintentionally sucking in a breath before carefully continuing the job. We stand in silence for awhile, JJ’s fingers mindlessly drawing shapes on my legs attempt to steal my focus but I reel my thoughts in rather than allowing them to make something out of such a small gesture.
“You look really cute when you’re focused like this,” JJ points out, just before I’m finished with the last section of his face. My eyebrows crinkle together at his words, a slight scoff escaping my throat while I rinse the razor one last time.
“I do not,” I huff, steadying my free hand against his neck again, my thumb resting right again his jaw. His adam’s apple slowly bobs at the touch, his tongue swiping across his lips before they curve into another smile.
“Yes you do,” he whispers, just as I finish up. I roll my eyes at him, moving to remove my hand from his neck but he halts my movements with his own, catch my hand with his to keep it in place against his skin. “In fact, you always look really cute. God, how’d I get so lucky to have you in my life?”
“JJ, what the hell are you saying,” I murmur, unable to fight the blush erupting across my cheeks. He’s always unapologetically flirted with me but it’s always been in a joking manner. The tone in his voice makes me believe that this time is different. “You sound love sick.” My voice wavers at my own words, disbelief evident as they rolled off my tongue. His eyes search mine for a moment, clearly an act of contemplating if he wanted to say what he was thinking while I remain frozen in place.
“Maybe I am,” he admits so easily, no hint of laughter evident in his words. I never thought he could be so focused on me before, his eyes seemingly swimming over every aspect of my face as an attempt to gauge the effect his words have on me.
“Don’t play with me,” I sigh, discarding the dirty razor into the sink. My voice low and unsteady. I’ve always wondered and desired for his attention to be on me in this way, to solely have his undivided attention as more than just his best friend, but now that this reality is unraveling in front of me, I can’t help but feel as though he’s joking around and tooling with my emotions. “I don’t think this is funny.”
“I don’t either,” he murmurs, casually catching my loose strands of hair with his fingers so that he can hook them behind my ear. His hand reminds in that position, his palm gently resting against my cheek as his eyes focus solely on mine. “Who said anything about playing? I’m being dead serious.” Another sigh rolls off my tongue, but I can’t keep myself from leaning into his palm, my eyes closing at the effortlessly comfort that his touch brings. “God, you’re so beautiful, Y/n.”
Now my eyes are snapping open with his admission, my head lifting to lock with his gaze long enough to assure myself that he’s being genuine. “JJ,” I begin, but immediately close my mouth when he shushes me, clearly not finished.
“God,” he murmurs, dragging his thumb across my jaw. “I’ve been in love with you for so damn long that it physically hurt me to keep it to myself anymore. I know we’re best friends, but I’ve always felt like we’ve been more than that beneath the surface. I just didn’t want to say anything in case I was wrong, but I couldn’t go another second without telling you the truth.” He pauses for a second, sucking in a sharp breath as he’s met with silence. “Please say something,” he breathes, both hands finding a home on either side of my face. My eyes flutter closed while I intentionally take a moment to cherish the feeling bubbling in my chest right now. “Tell me I’m not the only one that feels this way.”
“Kiss me,” I whisper, internally jolting as the words slip off my tongue before I can catch them.
“What?” he chokes out, his grip on my face tightening in the slightest so that I’ll look at him. My eyes flutter open to meet his gaze once again.
I lean forward in the slightest, just enough to where our noses nearly graze one another. “Kiss me,” I command gently, my heart skipping a beat when I catch his endearing expression just before he leans in, breaking the space between us to cement the truth that both of our heart have been living in denial about for ages. That we’re two best friends who were always destined to fall in love.
I gasp the moment our lips collide, my hands instinctively pulling him flush against my body while he takes the opportunity to fight for dominance, winning almost instantly. My fingers tangle themselves in his hair as he trails his lips down to my neck, the unexpected contact earning a breathy moan from me. He reattaches his lips to mine immediately following the noise, quickly hooking his arms under my thighs to hoist me into his embrace again, not breaking contact as he effortlessly carrie’s me to his bedroom and closes the door, pinning my body against it as his fingers swiftly twist the lock. He presses me into the faux wood of the door, slightly grinding his hips into mine with a husky groan.
“JJ,” I murmur breathlessly as he makes his way back down to my neck, his kisses growing more desperate with every passing second. “Hey,” I stop him, hooking a finger under his chin to force his attention onto me. “I’m all yours if you mean everything you said. I’ll let you prove it to me unless you’re gonna go changing your mind tomorrow.”
“Wouldn’t take any of this back if my life depended on it,” he mumbles, before turning around and dropping me onto the soft covers of his bed. “Count this as proof, you’re tied to me forever.”
I blink up at him, blindly shuffling backward toward the headboard with a daring smile dancing on my lips. “Oh, I’m tied to you forever?” I pause, deepening the intense stare I’ve locked onto him while nibbling at my lip. Sparing him a slow, unquestionably seductive, once over before meeting his eyes again, I muster a taunting smile. “Why don’t you prove it?”
The expression on his face twists into something more feral, an exasperated groan bubbling from his chest as he launches himself on top of me, earning a surprised squeal in response.
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A/n: I’m currently dusting off some of my drafts in celebration of season fours oncoming release, when reading this one, I simply had to finish and share it with anyone willing to give it a read.
Tag list: @thelocalpogue @maaybanks @drewstarkey @ssjiara @bluebirdsbluebells  @spilledtee    @maebanks  @poguemackin @tomfreakinghollandneedsaoscar @outerbongs @ilovejjmaybank @marvel-writer @astrydis @hijohnd @pogueslandia @scenesofobx
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avenging-fandoms · 1 year
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no but i'm still not over the fact if you were a kook and you were dating jj, you obviously would think he's dead bc of how long he was missing for but when your mom told you someone was there to see you, you'd turn around and you'd see jj, worse for wear and you'd immediately hug him.
if you had one of his necklaces and you were still wearing it, he'd point that out too brb sobbing
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"Yn, you have got to get out of bed, it's been 3 weeks since you barely left this room" Your mom scolded, but you were too upset to even turn your body. You clung tightly on one of JJ's hats with his necklace in your hand which was around your neck, wishing you could fall into the mattress and disappear.
Your boyfriend was dead.
JJ Maybank was the only Pogue to treat you with respect. When he asked you out, you thought it was a dare, a challenge to see if a Pogue like him could get with a Kook like you. You were far off, his friends didn't even know about him asking you out, they would've said no.
You fell deeply in love with JJ for over a year, even though he would be gone for days. But this time, it was weeks. You wanted to keep hoping he was coming back, but after the first week, you started to lose it. Every day seemed long, checking your phone obsessively for a text, a call, anything.
Nothing.
"This is ridiculous" Your mother huffed and slammed the door, your eyes barely batting at the loud noise. You were numb. JJ was the only one who made you feel safe and heard, and vice versa.
You sat up, taking your body and the hat to the bathroom. You took the hat everywhere you went in the house, it brought you comfort. But it wasn't JJ. You set the hat on the counter and turn the water on. It had been a week since your last shower, you were too sad to do anything.
Topper tried getting you out of the house, but you told him to fuck off. You hated Topper, always sticking his nose where it doesn't belong just to please his mother.
The water fell down your back, over your hair as you closed your eyes. Your washed and conditioned- twice. You took time with your body, letting yourself relax in the steam. As you stood under the water, eyes closed with your head tilted up, you pushed your hair back and just saw memories of JJ. You couldn't tell if it was water or tears, you finally cried. 3 weeks of missing JJ, 3 weeks of him being presumed dead. You let it all out, not caring if your mom could hear.
You finally calmed down, probably racking up the water bill. You turned off the water and step out, doing some skincare before heading into your room. You got dressed in shorts and one of JJ's shirts. You said on the edge of your bed, looking at your wall.
"Yn," your mother pushed into your room looking at your pillows, then at you. "Oh, you showered. Well, someone's here for you" You roll your eyes softly and force yourself to stand, heading to your door and your mother disappears in her office.
You head down the stairs and open the door, your breath no longer in your lungs. The Earth stopped turning. The world blurred, everything around you became blurry. Everything but him.
"Miss me, princess?" His voice made your ear drums ring, you could go blind staring into his bright eyes. They filled with tears, as did yours. You collide your body with JJ's and he loses his balance, laying down on the grass with you, the both of you tightly holding each other.
He tried to pulled away and you pulled him back in, crying into his neck. "I thought you were dead, JJ. I-I thought I'd never see you again" Your voice was shaking and JJ pulled away, sitting you two up and holding your cheek and brushing hair off your teary face.
"You thought I would leave you here?" He smiled and you returned one, grabbing his necklace and kissing him hard. Your arms wrap around his neck with his around your waist, your fingers in his hair. “Nice necklace by the way” he winked and you blush.
"JJ.. you know I love you with all my heart," You hold his face, rubbing your thumb over his cheek. "But.. you.. smell really gross" He laughs and you smile, JJ wiping his nose.
"I know, I know. Weeks on an island then trying to save our asses from a really scary dude, a shower was the least of my worries. Plus, I came home to a scary piece of paper on my door"
"JJ.." You rub your hand down his bicep and he shrugs. "Come stay with me, we have some catching up to do anyway"
"What about your mom?"
"I'm not worried about her. All I'm focused on is getting you a shower, fresh clothes, and something big to eat" You smile and kiss him again, bringing him inside.
You finally had your boyfriend back.
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JJ’S NSFW Alphabet
Note: HOLY SHIT! I finally wrote this!? I hope you enjoy reading!
A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)
It will never not amaze you to see the way he switches from breaking you in the best way to fixing you right back up. JJ makes sure there’s a filled “emotional support” water bottle nearby. Instead of leaving you, for even just for a few seconds, he brings you to the bathroom to cleanup. He plays a Spotify playlist while sharing a shower, but the playlist is based on which mood you’re in. If you are still a little hazy, he plays the slow songs but if you’re smiling while trying to start something while running the soap over his body, he plays throwback songs and you two spend the time underneath the shower head singing and dancing around each other. He puts you in his clothing afterwards and when you two are cuddling, you either snack on something while scrolling on social media (stopping to show the other one something), watch something on the tv but when that happens, it’s mostly background noise and you two slowly fall asleep.
B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
His hair is his favorite part of his body. It’s easy for him to come down from a panic attack with a pull of his hair. He loves the feel of the wind going through the strands with the car windows down. The smell of the ocean makes him feel safe but the hot shower after getting it out of his hair makes him feel so much better and comfortable. He thought about cutting it since some pieces were getting longer and getting in his eyes, but he left it alone when you pointed out that you wouldn’t have anything to hold on to as he eats you out. He loves feeling your reaction (the tug to come closer when he pulls away, the pulling that you don’t notice doing as he licks up your wetness over and over again) as he does it too much to lose the ability to so he starts borrowing your hair ties. Seeing him playing with one on his writ while looking at you with a smirk makes you feel some type of way. Just like the way he loves your thighs. He loves to put his head on top of your lap and wraps his arm around them, keeping you there as he relaxes. His rings leave goosebumps when he runs his hands up and down your legs but then grips onto your thighs to throw your legs over his shoulder. He kisses the bruises left over on your thighs. He used them as hand warmers once by putting his hands between them but then thought out loud, “We have never done cock warming before…”
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically…I’m a disgusting person)
His eyes nearly rolled back to his head when he noticed all the cum dripping out of you and onto your underwear. “I haven’t even touched you yet.” It becomes a game for him to see how much wet your underwear can get. He does get you new pairs, but they don’t last long.
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
There are hints of his daddy kink that he hasn’t told you about: “you like that, baby girl? Tell me how much.” “You can take it. Take what I give you.”
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they what they’re doing?)
JJ is a flit with everyone. When you started fliting back, you thought that would it. Instead of hooking up with someone at the bonfire, something that you have watch him done many times before, he pulled you away from the conversation from another guy and dragged you inside. “don’t play dumb, y/n. I finally have you and I won’t let you go unless you tell me to. Even then that will be difficult for me since I have been waiting for so long. All the others could tell I just wanted you but if you don’t believe me, let me show me what I did while thinking of you.” And oh boy, does he! You won’t let him go. Instead, you make a mental list of things you want to try with him.
F = Favorite position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)
69. Feeling your moan vibrate around his dick in your mouth makes him spread your ass further apart to lick your pussy as he fingers you. He will stretch his arm and hand towards your face so he can show you how you’re cum covers his rings. Your hand around his dick squeezes and both of you groan in pleasure.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
He is very serious about wanting to make you feel good, but he is a nature funny guy so when he says things like, “I want your thighs to squeeze my head like a watermelon” it makes you giggle but he gives you a blank look and shows you he isn’t kidding.
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc)
He shaves down there but it doesn’t bother him if you don’t.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect)
He will lift you on top of his dresser and step into your legs to kiss you slowly, finger underneath your chin to look you in the eyes, “wrap your legs around me. I can’t decide if I want to carry you to my bed or fuck you right now. I think I will do both. How does that sound, baby?” He takes his time to make sure you’re okay, kisses all over your face after your first orgasm but you will scream in delight when he throws you on the bed and crawls over you.
J = Jack off (Masturbation headcanon)
He tells you to do not be shy with all your pretty sounds you make, just let it all out. He will masturbate to the thoughts of how you sounded later.
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
Bondage. He will use one of his headbands scarfs as a knot. Katoptronphila. He enjoys watching you both in the mirror as you two fuck.
L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)
The boat. He will take you on the boat for an entire day to have you in anyway he wants: Holding onto the railing as he fucks you from behind. Reverse cowgirl as he sits on the chair behind the wheel. Fucking you in the water with your back against the boat.
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
Teasing each other until one of you breaks. He loves how strong you try to act but he knows how fast you can break underneath him.
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
A threesome. He does not want to share you.
0 = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
He sometimes fucks your throat as you lay on your back on the edge of the bed, but he enjoys watching you go on your knees in front of him just as much. He knows that you love sitting on his face, but he wants to see your face so he will pull you down on the bed to lay down with your legs over his shoulder as he continues to make you try to come with just his tongue with eye contact.
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? Etc)
He’s both. He loves switching the tempo when you start showing the signs that you’re ready to come since it turns him on so much to see how well you react to him.
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex,how often, etc)
He will never get enough of you and cannot keep his hands off you so quickies are common but so is him telling you there’s more to look towards for later. You keep him on his toes too though with a quick handjob before he goes to work.
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
He will fuck you against the bathroom counter with other people in the house. “Look at you,” he pulls your hair to make you look in the mirror, “trying to be quiet. No one will see you like this, sweetheart but me.”  You will ride him in the back of the van and he will make a comment that someone can easily drive past and see how much it’s shaking.
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
Two at most but three if he thinks you need more to understand you’re his and not the guy he noticed looking at you for a little bit too long.
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
When he found your toys, he acted like it was Christmas morning. He loves using toys on you and hearing you beg for his cock when the dildo doesn’t hit the spot you need. He will slowly drag it out to make sure it’s his cock that you want since he will not grab the toy again. Instead, he will push himself in you and use the handcuffs if you try to take the vibrator off your clit. “I wish you could feel how wet you are. Can you hear it?” He slams into you, “Maybe you can’t over the vibration. I will turn it down if you come when I tell you too and then I will turn it off. But if you come too early, I will gag your mouth, so you don’t waste a breathe to ask to come again when you don’t ask, you listen.”
U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)
Not enough apparently since he won’t stop teasing you on the daily with words: “Did you wear a dress today to make it easier to ride my mouth or my dick?” “If your shorts were just a little bit shorter, my handprint would be on display for everyone to see.”
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
He will grunt in your ear as he slides into you for the first time. Says “fuck” more the closer he gets to coming. He will moan your name if you don’t take your mouth of him when he tells you to since you want to sallow his cum.
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
KNIFE OR GUN PLAY. WHY NOT BOTH. It’s no secret that he can tell how turn on you get as you watch him handle his knife or gun. He will slowly the shape of your body with the knife with one hand as the other is wrapped around your throat. “You trust me so much…what if I carved something in you? Would you allow that?” You would squeeze yourself against the handle of the gun instead of you and say yes. “Good girl.”
X = X RAY (lets see what’s going on in those pants, picture of words)
Scratches cover his back. Bruises are left over on your hips…but down between your legs, there are love bites. He is the definition of big dick energy.
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?”
It’s never coming down.
Z = ZZZ (…how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
He does try to make sure you fall asleep first, but sometimes he can fall asleep first after thirty minutes of just laying down and listening to your breath slow down.
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pappydaddy · 1 year
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style (j.m.)
a/n: this is a test to see if i really am shadowbanned. i have excluded any links and tags.
show/movie: outer banks
pairing: jj maybank x fem!kook!reader
not requested
synopsis: good-girl kook y/n and bad boy pogue jj, something that y/n doesn’t want to go out of style. no matter what brought them together.
warnings: fwb kinda gig, secret relationship (a little), infidelity (kinda), steamy make-out
masterlist found under navigation in bio
next part: i wish you would, found on my obx masterlist under jj and series | how you get the girl posted!
note: i usually link and tag people, but in an effort to see if i am shadowbanned or i need to redo all my links, i decided to use this to test.
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Eleven o’clock at night, Y/N sat there, eyes trained on the window waiting for the text to pop up onto her phone. Dressed in her best dress with the shortest skirt that she knew he loved, she waited for JJ - the Pogue bad boy her parents hated. She wasn’t sure what it was about JJ that made her lose all control. Made her lose her good-girl facade, but she knew for sure it wasn’t to piss off her parents since they didn’t even know about her hanging around JJ, she made sure of that in fear that they would ruin it. 
  “jj and sandra are leaving the wreck in two dif cars” Kie texted the group chat between her, Y/N and Sarah, before adding three side-eye emojis. Y/N glanced at it, eyes narrowing. When Kie texted telling them that he was hanging out with her, anger and jealousy filled Y/N even though she knew she had no place. They weren’t actually dating. They are just slightly more than hooking up. JJ took her to their secret hangout spot for romantic picnics and she was content knowing that she was the only one he did that for. Their hookups were more like sleepovers with sex, he would spend weeks holed up in her room when John B just assumed he was hooking up with random people. 
  “kick a soccer ball at her new nose on the first day of school, y/n.” Sarah urged. Sandra Hanson was the only other kook other than Kie and Y/N who went to the public school. Sarah is planning to transfer, but she cannot make any promises as of yet. Sitting comfortably in slightly higher than middle class, Y/N’s parents were not too happy about their daughter wanting to go to public school, but they surrendered to her begging. They didn’t know it was a ploy to get closer to her crush, JJ. Sandra had been expelled from the Kook Academy for disorderly conduct. 
  “they appeared to be doing homework but idk, seems sus.” Kie texted back an update. Y/N stood from the foot of her bed, pacing around. She hasn’t heard from JJ for weeks. She hadn’t even really heard from him, only getting a ‘be ready by midnight’ text from him after radio silence. This wasn’t uncommon for them. Y/N had hinted about wanting more for their relationship and JJ had seemed to disappear for a little bit besides them hanging out within their friend group. 
 ‘jj doing homework? Yeah right” Sarah sent with an eye-roll emoji. “ idk tho why would jj suddenly take interest in sandra when hes obvi obsessed with y/n, something is up…” She added quickly, a second grey bubble popping up under the other. 
  Y/N ignored this as the clock changed to eleven fifty-nine, igniting a swirl of butterflies within her stomach. Nobody knew about them. Well, what there was to know about them. They didn’t know about the late nights spent tangled together, stripped of clothes and defences - naked in front of each other. They didn’t know that Y/N’s classic, signature red lipstick stained JJ’s neck and other bits of skin regularly. They didn’t know anything. 
  The distant and familiar rattle of John B’s van excited her. Looking out her window, she could see the dark silhouette of the van turning into her driveway, pausing for a moment. Even with the headlights off, she could see, in the glow of the moon, JJ’s arm reaching out and punching in the code for the gate in her driveway. A burst of warmth filled her heart at the thought of JJ knowing the code to her gate off by heart. 
  Rushing out of her room and down the stairs, she was too eager to wait for him to even get out of the van and meet her at the door. By the time he was pulling up, she was already out the door and locking it. “Wow, someone’s eager.” JJ whistled, eyes shamelessly raking her up and down, checking her out. 
  “Oh, shut up.” She teased, rolling her eyes in fake annoyance. The smile stretching across her red painted lips gave her away. JJ, despite her already heading for the van, got out. She paused for a second, breath-taken away by the sight. She swears he moves in slow-motion half the time. Like a cheesy slow-motion clip of a really hot character in a show.
  JJ was the type of guy that made even the simplest outfit look hot. Blue jeans, a white t-shirt, and a leather jacket (definitely not the outfit worn in the picture Kie sent the group chat earlier). Just three simple pieces of clothing and he looks like sex on a stick. She watched him, slightly slack jawed, as he stretched, his muscles flexing. The white shirt did little to hide his defined abdomen as the moonlight rained down upon him like a spot light. His hands reached into his blonde locks, tossing the perfectly styled hair just the right way (again, much different than the messy hair hidden beneath the backwards baseball cap in the picture Kie sent). 
  The one piece of solstice she had within her relationship was that JJ tried with her. The other girls he’s seen with, he puts in the minimum amount of effort with them. But with her, he tried. Tried with his physical appearance, his emotions, and his intellect. The sentiment warmed her heart, her vital organ glowing like a star (something only JJ could make it do). 
  “Alright, let’s get going,” JJ groaned as he stretched more, his white shirt rising up just enough to allow his lower stomach to peek through. She nodded, following him as he led her towards the passenger side of the van. Opening the door for her, he gave her his hand to help her up. The contact of their skin was like an electric stock to her, making her flex her hand once he let go of it, closing the door. Her keen eyes didn’t fail to pick up the same movement from JJ’s hand as he jogged around the van. “I thought we would just drive around, there is some really rich Kook thing happening on the beach right by our spot.” 
  “Sounds good to me.” She sighed, wiggling in the seat to get comfortable. As much as they both tried within their thing, they both found themselves one-hundred percent comfortable with each other. She knew them too well. This long drive could end in burning flames or paradise. Either sending them into another flurry of sex, heat, and passion or into another pit of minimum contact. 
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  Two AM. JJ drives them back to her house, his wild eyes seeming to have a hard time staying off her as she lounges back in her seat. His hand, clamped on her bare thigh, squeezed gently, making her look over at him. Her eyes twinkled in the moonlight, her hair flowing around them as he sped down the street. The corner of her lips turned up into a sweet smile, making his knees weak. He wasn’t sure what it was about her, the goodest Kook of them all, that drove him wild in such a tame and domesticated way, but it scared him. It scared him that he loved that red lip, classic look so much. It scared him that he loved her. 
  Pulling up to her gate once again, this time the yellow-tinted headlights of the van reflected back of the steel gate, hitting them. Easily, he punched in the code, slowly driving forward as the gate squeaked open. The van was bathed in a comfortable silence, as if they had been married for five years already. Just enjoying each other’s presence. 
  Wordlessly, they both got out, JJ’s hand finding the small of her back as they walked to her front door together. Nobody needed to say anything. They had an unspoken communication that JJ was coming into her house. 
  Y/N had doubts. She was tired of their circles. She wanted something more, but the last time she brought it up, it sent JJ into hiding for weeks. All the lights were off, just as she suspected as her parents were on a business trip, as she opened the door, letting them both in. Without hesitation, he walks past her as she turns around to shut and lock the door. 
  She could hear the rustling of him shrugging out of his leather jacket, discarding it onto the coat rack he knew they used religiously. In the back of her mind, she considers telling him to leave because she knows this will never change, this will lead to the exact same thing, but as she turns around to see him standing there, she decides going in the circle of crashing down and coming back every time was a much better option. 
  “I heard you were out and about with some other girls. Audrey Glassman last night at a Pogue party and Sandra Hanson tonight at the Wreck.” She brought up, eyebrows raised as she tried to play her jealousy off as intrigue and curiosity. JJ could see right through her, he always could. 
  Bowing his head, he slowly walked to her, closing the distance between them and she let him, standing there unmoving as she watched him get closer. “Look, yes, I hung out with them, but Y/N, I couldn’t get you off my mind for the past few weeks. It’s been driving me mad. I couldn’t stop thinking about you when I was with them.” He told her earnestly, hands falling on her hips as he stepped toe-to-toe to her, his breath fanning her face as they stared into each other’s eyes. 
  She hummed, head bowing for a second as she nodded. She knew what he was saying. She found her eyes flicking up to meet his. She swore that for a second, she was feeling what her grandmother felt whenever she gushed about the time she met James Dean. The same handsome sparkle she sees in the old picture of the two (she was pretty sure they dated but, her grandmother won’t confess). “Yeah, I’ve been there too a few times.” She admitted. 
  It was true. JJ always seemed to occupy her mind. Even when she was with other guys. The way he cannot seem to keep his wild eyes on the road when they’re driving somewhere. The way he fits right into her house as if he lives there too. The way his eyes sparkle when he looks at her. It was never sexual (well, rarely sexual) whenever she thought of him. Sure, she thought of his touch, but it was the comforting feel of his hand on her lower back as he’s guiding her to their private date spot in the dark or the light feeling of his fingertips pressing into her upper back whenever he feels protective over her (usually whenever Rafe is nearby). 
  “What do you say, Baby,” JJ asked, using his hands planted on her hips to pull her flush to him. She gasped, looking down at their bodies pressed against each other. She could feel every bump and dip of his body. She could feel his defined muscles, she could feel the heat radiating off him. She could feel another bump. Gingerly, her fingers found themselves dancing along his back, feeling the way his muscles rippled when he moved ever so slightly. “You forgive me? Nothing happened with either of them, you have my word and I might not have much, but I do have that.” 
  He leaned his head down, their foreheads touching in such a sweet and innocent way, a stark contrast to the way their bodies felt flush against each other, his nose brushing against hers. Her eyes fluttered closed, but she could feel his staring at her intently. Her eyes fluttered closed as she relished in the feeling. His breath fanned over her lips as he watched her intently, not doing anything until he knew for sure she was okay. Slowly, almost non-existent, there was a nod. “Yeah.” She breathed out. 
  “Good,” He breathed out in the same way. “Now, let me show you exactly why you were on my mind when I was with them.” He whispered seconds before their lips crashed together in a feverish kiss. It was messy, hands roaming everywhere, lips mushed together so hard it almost hurt. Tongues and a little bit of spit moving from mouth to mouth, but they didn’t care if drool was rolling down either of their faces. They were too absorbed in the feeling of each other. 
  Chests rose and fell rapidly and it was only a few seconds in, but that’s how passionate they are. Hums, moans, and panting were the only sounds in the quiet house as her Hands gripped the bottom of JJ’s t-shirt, pulling it up. Her knuckles dragged along his abs (both for her pleasure and his) making his muscles ripple and his back hunch slightly. Humming into the kiss at the feeling, Y/N nearly ripped the shirt off him, making him pull away to get rid of the barrier before resuming the kiss with more vigour, forcefully lifting her up into the air, her legs wrapping around his waist as some sort of automatic response. His arms tightened around her waist, pushing her against him. Her pelvis rolled against his clothed bulge, making him whine slightly at the feeling. 
  The air in the room was already thick with the smell of arousal and sex. Their skin became sticky as they worked each other up, hands roaming each other’s bodies like someone exploring new land. It was as if they were a force when together, possessing the power to make any room seem like a sex room in under ten seconds. 
  With her back pressed into the wall suddenly, JJ’s weight pressing her flush against it, he rolled his pelvis into hers making her tear her lips away from him, the feeling of his clothed, jean-clad pelvis rolling against hers that was basically only covered by her panties due to her skirt riding up send shock waves through her body. His lips latched onto her throat without a second thought, inciting another gasp from her - a sound that drove him mad. Another quick roll and she cried out, body falling forward onto him. Tears pricked her eyes as her head pulled back, hitting the wall. JJ’s tongue licked the spot he knew made her weak, humming at the sound of her whimper before biting it gently, enticing a gasp from her. Her breasts pressed against him harder, her fingers disappearing into his blonde hair as he continued his attack on her neck. 
  Sure, she should have told him to leave, but that wouldn’t have fixed anything. There is no way to pull them apart. No matter how many times she tells him to leave, they just keep coming back because they will never go out of style. Never. Now, be that the sheer magnitude of their passion and feelings or the pull of the stereotype they so perfectly fit, Y/N had no idea, but she never wanted it to stop.  
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annab-nana · 1 year
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“Can I have some cocoa?” & “You can never have too many marshmallows” w JJ. the marshmallows being the ones you add onto the the cocoa :)) tyyy love
that second prompt sounds like him ahaha
warnings: not proofread, luke mention, use of pet names (baby)
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you could see jj from where you were on the couch in the chataeu's living room, the boy working away at stirring the hot chocolate mix into the heated milk in his glass.
"hey, jj?" you called out to him across the room. in seconds, his bright blue eyes filled with love for you landed on you.
"yeah, baby?"
"can i have some cocoa too?" you requested timidly. he had asked you earlier if you wanted some; originally, you didn't. but now, you could smell his and you didn't want to annoy him by asking for a sip of his once he got back over here though you knew he'd happily let you have some if you asked.
a smirk pulled at his lips. "i knew you'd come around," he shared with a chuckle as he reached into the cupboard for another glass for you.
once he had both cups ready and filled to the brim with marshmallows, he started making his way over to you, careful not to let a marshmallow fall over the edge—he had them piled on pretty high.
"you know, my dad was a piece of shit. we can all agree on that, but he did teach me one good thing," jj prefaced when handing you your beverage and taking a seat next to you. "you can never have too many marshmallows."
"you got that right."
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poeticmystery · 5 months
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send jj maybank requests please guys omg 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻
or pope or like anyone from outerbanks but mainly pope and jj i wanna write fro outerbanks again but i have NO IDEAS
so yeah please and thank you!
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amiableness · 2 years
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if there’s any blurb ideas u guys have id love to write them
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moremaybank · 6 months
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reader and jj calling each other out about your kinks as a joke and he tells reader he has a breeding link and wants her to have all his babies
breeding kink!jj is acc my weakness
"Your praise kink is outta hand, baby. All I have to do is say good girl and you're instantly wet," JJ laughs, poking your cheek.
You're currently lying down on your couch, both of you on your sides and facing each other. You have a fire going, the quiet crackling filling the air and the warm-toned glow casting over the living room.
Somehow, you'd gotten into the conversation of discussing your kinks. Honestly, it was just the two of you poking fun.
"Oh, please. You're the one who's always begging to fuck me in public. The back of Heyward's, the washroom at The Wreck, the hammock at the chateau..." you list. "You couldn't keep it in your pants if your life depended on it. Needy boy."
"You like how needy I am," he states, rolling his eyes.
You shrug, a teasing grin gracing your features. "Maybe I do."
"You wanna know another kink of mine?"
"Sure. Hit me."
He can't help himself. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
"Focus, Maybank."
JJ switches your positions, climbing on top of you and caging you in with your back against the couch. He drops some kisses onto your collarbone, and then up to your ear. "I have a massive breeding kink, baby. If I ever fuck you raw, I don't think I'll be able to pull out."
Your heart pounds in your chest, and you can't ignore the fluttering in your core. "Is that so?"
"Mhm. I wouldn't stop filling you up until I was sure that you were carrying my baby in there."
And you're swooning. "Tell me again, J."
He starts pulling at the hem of your pants. "I wanna give you a baby. 'M gonna give you all my damn babies."
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rubiehart · 3 days
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wanna give bestfriend!jj a little pamper, practically wrestling him onto the couch as soon as the ideas is brought up, he’s running. you eventually get him down, running back into the bedroom to get the stuff you need and situating myself on top of his laying down frame, straddling his abs as you focus on plucking his brows. he’s such a fucking pussy about it too, swatting your hand away each time you pluck a hair and hissing. “shut up i’m nearly done.” and he’s just huffs out impatiently, his hands have somehow found home on your hips as you lean your whole body over him, tits pressed against his chest, he’s trying so hard not to get hard, when your done you take him to the mirror, holding his face in two hands playfully and squeezing his cheeks. “aww you look so pretty now.” and he’s just smirking and blushing a little. “y’ don’t think i was pretty before?” and you just shrug with a smirk. “maybe.”
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devinedoll · 25 days
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omfg but innocent!reader and bsf!jj play fighting on the beach and jj’s absolutely losing his mind bc hello!!! boobies in bikini right by his face!!!!
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“you get back here missy!” he calls out to you, deep voice cutting through the humid North Carolina air.
giggling girlishly, you continue to move away from him, the poor boys towel clutched between your manicured fingers, “catch me if you can!”
he’s right behind you when your turn around. wet, warm arms wrapping around your middle, picking you up and spinning you around, “gotcha”
you pout, being caught, and turn to face him once he puts you down, feet regaining balance in the uneven sand.
the slight adjustment has your perky tits bouncing in your tiny triangle bikini, jj’s heavy lidded eyes trying to stay on your own.
you feign innocence at him as he snatches the towel from your hands and wraps it around his waist, a gentle “m’sorry jayj” falling from your plump lips.
“oh whatever sunshine. all innocent now huh?” he jokes, eyes flickering out to the ocean. you use his momentary distraction to your advantage, reaching out and snatching the towel right off of him.
you underestimate the boy as you begin your quick retreat, launching yourself right into him as you try and scurry away.
laughing, he lifts you in the air quickly, unaware that this action would cause your cleavage to bracket his face. he’s practically moterboating you as you squirm and giggle in his grip, trying to keep possession of his towel.
he brings it behind his back quickly, and you do your best to reach behind him. this makes his problem worse, his face now pressed directly between your sun-warmed tits as you try and reach his hand.
he drops you quickly, the fabric of his swim shorts stretched tightly across his cock, “alright, you win cupcake”
you raise the towel victoriously, your boob slipping out the side of your bikini. jj watches, a quiet “jesus christ” falling from his lips.
you giggle and adjust it, “oops!”
he shakes his head, covering his erection quickly, “yeah, oops”
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pixelated-pogues · 1 year
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Gucci Induced Heartbreak (r.c)
Pairing(s): Rafe Cameron x Reader; JJ Maybank x best friend!reader
Summary: The girl from the Gucci store captivated Rafe's attention, and you never got it back. JJ helps gather the remnants of your broken pieces.
Warnings: Cursing, cheating, angst, asshole Rafe :)
Word Count: 5.7k
A/n: MY WORK IS ORIGINAL AND IS NOT TO BE COPIED OR REPOSTED ELSEWHERE. Be kind. DON'T steal other people's writing, thank you.
Gif Creds: @seredelgi
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I wish I was that girl from that Gucci store She never wore any makeup and she owns couture I got pimples where my beauty marks should be I got dry skin on my elbows and knees
I never liked her, wanted to be like her Hate how you look at her, 'cause you never saw me Like I was an arm piece, like I was an ordinary girl
“Rafe, why do we even have to go to Gucci? We’ve had a hundred conversations about how ugly all of their products are. How many times have you insisted that their stuff looks like it’s modeled after the tackiest pieces you’d find in your grandmothers house?” You groan, not understanding why he’s suddenly so interested in a store that he’s always hated. Rafe rolls his eyes at your displeasure, continuing to guide you down the busy street toward Gucci. “Why waste time ogling over things that cost more than your bike?”
“Because, Y/n, there’s a pair of sunglasses that Ward absolutely despises, and I want to buy them for our trip to Boca next week, to piss him off,” he explains, making a point to hold the gaudy door open so that you can walk in. You shoot him a displeased glare, begrudgingly walking past him into the overly air conditioned building, immediately crinkling your nose at the strong scent that wafts into your nose upon entering. The Pogue side of you immediately switches into overdrive at the proper atmosphere of the building. There are countless couples and shoppers ogling over various overpriced products, each of them looking straight out of a vogue magazine with their perfectly pressed clothing and expensive accessories. You can’t help but feel out of place in the vast room, the only sense of normalcy you feel comes from Rafe’s arm slithering around your waist to guide you through various display cases.
“Rafe Cameron, it’s good to see you again,” a sickly sweet voice muses, making the hair on the back of your neck stand up. Your eyes follow the voice, confusion clouding your features due to the unexpected greeting. Your eyes fall on a woman that can’t be much older than you. She’s naturally gorgeous, no sign of makeup adorning her face as she shoots your boyfriend a, much too, friendly smile. Bile rises in your throat at the sight of her inadvertently scanning over Rafe with a hungry expression, completely oblivious to your presence.
"Ah, Marissa, the pleasure is all mine," Rafe's flirtatious tone only adds fuel to your inner fire, confusion coursing through your veins at their being on first name basis. Unsolicited insecurity embeds itself into your chest the longer you witness them staring at each other. The woman's beautiful attributes and unwavering confidence makes the crisp air in the room feel like it's choking you out. You're convinced that if you walked away right now, neither of them would notice, and that fact makes you wish it was possible to combust in the thin air. You suddenly feel very aware of the weight of Rafe's hand on the small of your back, the normally comforting touch feels fiery and tainted against the fabric of your shirt.
"Who's your friend?" Marissa questions, not tearing her eyes away from Rafe's as she nods in your direction. The boldness in her lack of even sparing you a glance only makes you feel smaller and more out of place.
"Girlfriend," you speak before you're able to catch yourself, noticing the way Rafe's hand dropped to his side the second Marissa addressed you. You look in his direction, expecting an introduction, but opt to speak for yourself when he doesn't. "I'm Y/n."
She shoots you an overly cheery grin, reaching to shake your hand. "Y/n, that's a pretty name." You can tell she's being inauthentic by the way her voice grows slightly more shrill as the complement rolls from her tongue. Her focus doesn’t stay on you for too long, her eyes dancing to Rafe again, the insincere complement she’d uttered seemingly wasting away with the passing moments. “Can I help you find anything?” The flirtatious tone comes back the second he’d focus returns to Rafe, making your blood run cold at the way he clearly appears to be eating up her attention.
You willingly become a shadow in the conversation, opting to watching their interaction unfold as though you’re nothing more than an irrelevant fly on the wall. While the flirtatious demeanor and seductive heart eyes she’s pointing at Rafe emit a sour taste in your mouth, all you can focus on are the stars in Rafe’s eyes as he drinks her in. The sudden suspicion that Gucci sunglasses weren’t Rafe's actual intention behind stopping at this god forsaken store hits you like a ton of bricks, making you feel embarrassed by the fact that he dragged you into this interaction with zero regard of how it'd make you feel to see him so engrossed in another girl.
You decide right then and there that you don't like this girl. This apparent goddess, in Rafe's eyes. Yet, the reason for the dislike can't fully be attributed to the way she's shamelessly undressing him with her eyes. While that fact is a valid reason for your dislike in her, a bigger part of you dislikes her because you envy her. You envy the way that Rafe's soaking in her presence, latching onto her every word. You envy the way that he looks at her like she formed the stars in the sky, because he's never looked at you like that. Not even the first time he he'd admitted to being in love with you.
Being in the the presence of another woman that Rafe seemingly idolizes makes him feel like a stranger next to you. Rather than being Y/n Y/l/n, the girl who tamed Rafe Cameron by teaching him what it's like to be loved, in this moment, you feel like a nameless bystander. Nothing more than an ordinary girl. And it leaves you spiraling, standing invisible as they carry on in fruitless conversation.
I wish I was special I'd give all my special Away to a loser Now I'm just a loser
Standing in the Gucci store, silenced by insecurity and frustration, all you can do is feel envious of Marissa while harboring a major resentment for your boyfriend. The entire situation makes you feel ridiculously small, a wave of sadness settling into your chest the longer you remain unaddressed. Everything in you screams at you to move, to at least excuse yourself and pretend to scale the items in the store while the two catch up, but your feet feel glued to the tile floor below them.
Your sadness only grows when self deprecating thoughts begin trickling to the forefront of your mind.
Maybe if I wasn’t entangled in friendships with the Pogues. Maybe if I learned to bite my tongue and smile pretty during business events. Maybe if I let Rafe do whatever he wanted, be it coke, be it dealing, be it getting handsy with other girls at parties. Maybe, just maybe, I’d be deemed as special in his eyes. Maybe I’d have even an inkling of what this girl has that makes her so special. Maybe I wouldn’t be and feel like such a loser. Your brain relents, causing your hands to tremble and your breath to catch in your throat. Your eyes sting with tears of humiliation, but you quickly blink away all evidence of them. The last thing you need is for either of them to catch you getting emotional.
God, Y/n, you’re so pathetic. You scold yourself, forcing a tight-lipped smile when their conversation ends and their focus returns back to you. You notice them that, in the midst of their conversation, Rafe secured the sunglasses he came for. They’re now perched on the edge of his nose as his arm moves to snake around your waist again, the comforting touch feels insincere now that you’ve witnessed the way he looks at her.
“Ready to go,” Rafe asks, glancing down at you the second Marissa walks away to assist another customer.
“Yeah,” you hummed, your voice feeling poisonous on your tongue.
I used to be special But you made me hate me Regret that I changed me I hate that you made Just like you
You gon' hear mouth, you could kick me out You say I'm too wild, you gon' hate me now
"You're too wild, Y/n," Rafe's voice was condescending and low when he addressed you. His hand ripped through his previously styled hair after slamming the driver's side door, locking you both into the confined space. His eyes pierced through you, clear disapproval etched onto his expression as he glared deep into your eyes. The pressed suit he wore to the business event was wrinkled, no longer pristine due to being jostled in his manhandling you while dragging you out of the club to save himself further embarrassment.
You couldn't contain the bitter laugh that bubbled from your chest after he uttered those words, disbelief replacing the anger you were feeling when he shamelessly allowed that woman to throw herself all over him in front of everyone, knowing you were standing right there. "Of course that's all you have to say to me right now," you snorted, breaking eye contact to slide the uncomfortable heels from your feet. You needed something else to focus on outside of his insufferable gaze.
"What the hell else am I supposed to say? You know how important this event was for my family, and you just had to make a scene and ruin our chances of a normal night of business," he seethed, ripping at his tie. "Jesus Christ, you're a fucking child."
"I'm the child," you released an incredulous scoff, the insincere smirk on your painted lips growing. "That's right, I'm the immature one in this relationship. Have you stopped to realize that I wouldn't have caused a scene if you had enough respect for me to keep other women's paws off you? Hm? You didn't seem too concerned with your reputation when she was trying to rip your jacket off."
"That's enough," he barked, slamming his fist against the steering wheel, earning a startled jump from you. Your reaction gave him enough reason to compose himself. He sucked in a sharp breath and blinked his eyes shut, pinching the bridge of his nose before straightening in his seat with a clenched jaw, finding you with his eyes again. "That's enough, Y/n. Your insecurity in yourself isn't enough reason for an unprofessional outburst in public. I get that you're half pogue, but that doesn't mean I need you flaunting it during business dinners like it's some special prize. Reputation may not be a big deal to you, but it matters a whole lot to Ward. If you want to keep him from forcefully extracting you from this equation, you'll hold your tongue next time your pride feels threatened by another woman."
Your jaw dropped at the audacity he had to utter those words to you. Of course he couldn't, or wouldn't, see your side. Of course he wouldn't admit that he should've had enough respect to politely deter the woman's advances. In Rafe's eyes, he's never wrong. Conflict and disappointment always fell on everyone else when it comes to him.
"Your insecurity isn't enough reason for an unprofessional outburst in public." "..hold your tongue next time your pride feels threatened by another woman." Rafe's words echoed through your mind the entire way home that night, your heart heavy with their hurtful connotations which you couldn't help but accept over yourself during the drive. It was one of the many times you were left to accept false realities over yourself after a situation that could’ve been shut down had he spoken up for your relationship.
You’ve always felt that having your feet on both sides of the island, being half pogue & half kook, made you special with your ability to understand both sides. Yet, Rafe always makes a point to remind you that your Pogue side makes you a liability, it hinders you from being extraordinary. At first, you told him off about it, throwing his antics right back at him whenever he declared that being half pogue was a major flaw. As the months dragged on though, the constant reminders, warnings, and arguments were tiring. You love Rafe and every arrogant, infuriating, slightly manipulative aspect about him. So, you stopped letting him hear your mouth. You stopped talking back and instead took everything that he had to say about your inescapable flaws, internalizing them. Eventually letting them silence you completely as you became the cookie cutter girlfriend he appeared to want.
That’s what you do when you’re in love. You compromise, no matter what it costs you. Right?
Boy, you got me fucked up, now I'm gettin' fucked up Thinkin' 'bout us fuckin', why you'd have to fuck her?
"Rafe, what the-" you stop in your tracks, jaw falling slack, at the sight of him in bed with another girl. "Rafe, what the fuck." Your voice comes out low and bitter, eyes trying to make sense of the scene in front of you as they scramble to separate from each other, clearly surprised by your presence. Rafe clamors out of his bed, swiftly pulling his boxers back on while you stand unmoving, in complete shock. Your fight or flight reflexes appear nonexistent as you freeze completely, the room spinning as Rafe approaches you.
"Y/n," he begins, eyes lacking any trace of sympathy as he grasps your face in his hands. "You weren't supposed to see this."
"You told me to come over an hour ago," you spit, shocked that any words rolled from your tongue in your seemingly vegetative state. "How am I supposed to believe that you didn't want me to see you fucking another girl?"
"It's nothing personal, baby. This is on me," he continues, resisting the urge to turn around at the sound of his guest shuffling out of his bed in nothing but his t-shirt.
"Obviously this is on you," you agree, words dripping with malice. "You're a piece of shit, and in case it isn't obvious, we're done."
With that, you shove him away from you, feeling accomplished when he stumbles backwards, managing to catch himself before he crashes to the floor. "I hope she was worth it." Your breath catches in your throat when the girls identity registers in your mind. The girl from the Gucci store. Marissa. The realization hits you like a freight train, carrying you out of Tannyhill hastily. Your brain solely focused on exiting the house as fast as possible.
****
"Y/n," JJ calls after noticing you approaching them on the beach. He rushes to embrace you once you’re close enough, the water droplets on his tan skin dampening your clothes. "We didn't think you were coming." A light smile forms on your lips when he blots at a wet spot on your shirt with an apologetic grimace.
"I wasn't," you hum, keeping your voice and stature light. "Last minute change of plans but I'm here and I brought snacks for everyone. Maybe a bit of alcohol for me." JJ's eyebrows furrow, his eyes subtly doing a once over on you, knowing fully well that you only willingly provide alcohol when shit hits the fan or there's something worth celebrating. Kie runs to greet you before he can question it, immediately dragging you towards the rest of the Pogues. You refrain from meeting the concerned look JJ's been sending your way since you walked onto the beach.
"You're drunk at five o'clock on a Tuesday, Y/n. What gives?" JJ asks, knowing full well that your filter disappears after a few drinks. Everyone’s seated in a circle on the sand playing a game of truth or dare, letting the afternoon sun dry your wet clothes.
“You’re supposed to say, Y/n, truth or dare. You can't just assume I'm picking truth,” you state matter of factly, taking another swig of the drink in your hand. Silently testing JJ with the sarcasm lacing your slurred words.
“Okay, you got me, Y/n, truth or dare?” His eyes are expectant, clear anticipation showing in his raised eyebrows.
“Dare,” you wink, a shit-eating grin on my face at the sight of his shoulders deflating in defeat.
“I dare you to jump off the dock, alone,” he huffs, obviously displeased by the obvious deflection.
“That’s too easy. You’re too kind to me, J,” you giggle, kicking your shoes off. You shrug your flannel off and take a big breath. “Rafe cheated on me.” You’re bolting toward the dock, enjoying the feeling of the wind whipping against your face at the break of dawn before you can catch any of their reactions. You miss the looks of shock plastered on all of their faces, and the way JJ immediately rushes after your retreating figure, calling your name as you sprint to the furthest dock without a second glance. Your speed and coordination shocks you due to the sheer amount of alcohol coursing through your veins, but you don’t falter, allowing your feet to carry you over the aged boards as you anticipate the fall.
“Y/n,” JJ shouts from behind as you near the edge of the dock, the sound of the waves crashing below only adding to your adrenaline high, which started the second you dropped the bombshell of your ended relationship on them without second thought. You reach the last of the dock before he can stop you. Your foot beats against the wood one last time before you shoot into the air, arms out as though you’re taking flight. Time slows as you stare at the horizon before the view is torn away when you collide with the water.
The sheer momentum from running, partnered with the crashing of the waves, drags you further and further into the waters depths. Rather than fighting against the current, your body freezes, instinctively letting the breath inside your lungs escape in a mass of bubbles, slipping away for several moments. Peace floods your chest as the water tears the weight of the last several hours away. You let yourself go with the waves, body unmoving while the water takes its course.
The next thing I know, I’m being dragging out of the ocean and onto the beach. There’s a series of yelling as my body falls limp against the sand. The weight of someone’s body comes over me, their hand softly, yet firmly, smacking against my cheek in an attempt to pull me back to a conscious state. In a matter of seconds I’m sputtering and coughing up the water I’d sucked in moments before, my lungs screaming for a breath of fresh air as my eyes fly open, immediately falling on my friends who are gathered around me in a panic.
“What the hell was that Y/n?! What were you thinking, you could’ve gotten yourself killed,” JJ exclaims, his hands falling on my shoulders now that I’m awake.
“JJ, let her breathe,” John B instructs, carefully dragging JJ from his position on top of me while Kie and Pope help me sit up. JJ follows John B, his hands flying everywhere while he rambles incoherent words while John B does his best at consoling him.
“Here,” Kie breathes, draping a towel across my shoulders which I gladly accept. I tap her hand gently as a silent ‘thank you’ my eyes instinctively drifting back to the horizon where the sun has fully began setting. Heaviness welcomes itself back on my chest with the reality crashing back onto me like the waves did moments ago. My body constricts on itself, my arms tangling themselves around my legs when they fold against my chest. There's a heavy ringing in my ears, drowning out Kie and Pope's voices asking if I'm okay.
"Y/n," Kie's voice sounds distant, but you feel her collapse next to you, promptly throwing her arms around your trembling frame. She pulls your head into her chest, her hand running up and down your back in a comforting manner while your eyes remain fixed in front of you in a daze.
"I didn't mean to scare everyone," you whisper, voice trembling with the tears stinging the back of your eyes. "I just needed it to stop for a second. I can't believe I thought he changed."
"Oh Y/n," she pouts, pulling you closer to her. The tone in her voice is what sends the tears pouring down your cheeks partnered with strangled sobs. More bodies surround the pair of you as you unfold, becoming a blubbering mess of heartbroken cries.
"That was stupid," JJ scolds, dropping on his knees in front of you, cupping your face in his hands to give himself a little extra assurance that you're okay. His thumbs swipes at the ongoing mass of tears pouring down your cheeks, the frown on his lips creasing his brows together as he studies you. "Being the idiot in the group is my job. I don't need you trying to take my spot." His words successfully lighten the dim mood, earning a watery laugh from you as he pulls you against his chest. Shooting John B a sad look as your body molds against him, his heart still hammering in his chest due to the fact that he'd nearly lost you to the high tide of the sea.
I don't wanna see you, why'd you have to treat me Like I was an ordinary girl?
A few weeks later, you're at the boneyard with the Pogues, and a good half of the island, enjoying a kegger to take advantage of the crispy summer breeze.
"Do a shot with me," you command to no one in particular, unconvinced that any of the random people around you by the fire actually heard the request. Your eyes blearily search the group to see if any of them make even the slightest move to humor you through shots.
"Come on kid," JJ interrupts your haze, his hand on the small of your back as he helps you off the stump you're seated on. "I'll do one with you."
"This is why you're my favorite," you gush, shamelessly leaning against him as he guides you toward the booze table.
"If taking a few shots with you is what it takes to be your favorite, I should've been your favorite person a long time ago," he jokes, slipping a disposable shot glass in your hand, humoring you. You graciously tip the cup in his direction as a wordless "thank you," your blushed cheeks beaming with the smile you're directing at him. He notices that it doesn't quite reach your eyes, but chooses not to comment on it. Knowing that your hurt from Rafe's betrayal is still so fresh and that you're utilizing alcohol to cope tonight, he doesn't want to be the one to distract you from the attempted progress.
"You've always been my favorite person," you admit. Though there's still a lighthearted aura around the two of you, your words drip with a sincerity that doesn't go unnoticed by him, humbling the heavy heart in his chest as he studies you.
"Good," he hums, knocking his cup against your gently. "You've always been my favorite person too, and it'd be really awkward for both of us if you didn't reciprocate the feelings. Now, what do you say? Can we drink to that?"
"Hell yeah, we can drink to that," you giggle, knocking your cups together one more time before welcoming the stale liquid into your mouth, letting it coat the walls of your dry throat. JJ smiles fondly at you, watching as you immediately turn to find another drink, mumbling incoherent words in his direction. Once you find the beer you were looking for, you slide one into JJ's hand, accepting the arm he throws over your shoulder to lead you back to where the rest of the Pogues are seated.
The rest of the night carries on for several hours until your alcohol driven carefree energy depletes, welcoming your sleepy drunk side with open arms. Your eyes droop as you fully lean into JJ's side, who's got his arm draped across your shoulder as he carries on with a few tourons who'd seen him surfing several days prior.
"Yeah, man, I'm going back out tomorrow if you want to join," he tells them, catching the exhaustion oozing from your position against his side. "Listen, we've got to get out of here, but I'll be at that same spot around noon. Meet me there if you guys are free." Each of them nod, a few of them dabbing him up before the two of you retreat.
You grumble into his shoulder at the movement, having been enjoying the opportunity to get comfortable where you two were standing.
"Tired sweetheart?" he asks, scanning the plethora of people in hopes to find John B and the rest of the group. He tuts his tongue at the sight of Pope, practically dragging you to where he's seated next to Kiara. You simply nod against his chest, shivering due to the temperature that's dropped drastically since the sun disappeared over the horizon. "Yo, Pope, round the troops. Princess needs sleep." Pope glances in your direction, nodding in understanding before ending the conversation he'd been in. JJ follows his friends retreating figure for a second before turning the two of you around to make the short trek to the Twinkie. You'll be able to get comfortable while Pope gathers the rest of the Pogues, and that's JJ's sole focus due to the fact that you're fighting to keep your eyes open.
Several minutes later, the rest of the group is filing into the Twinke, sliding into random spots around the van as John B starts the ignition.
"We good? Everyone's here?" he asks, shifting the van in reverse. After being assured that everyone is accounted for, he pulls off of the beach, making the short drive back to the Chatteau.
"Alright, sleepyhead, let's get you inside," JJ instructs, shaking your sleeping figure awake one the van pulls into the driveway. Everyone files out before JJ moves to help you up.
"Too much moving," you grumble, folding against the seat you've been napping in. "Just let me sleep in here."
JJ rolls his eyes at your antics, not releasing your arm from the gentle hold he has on it to help you out of the vehicle. "No can do, sweetheart. You'll be complaining for the next week about how your neck hurts from sleeping like that, and I refuse to endure that. If you sit up long enough, I'll let you ride my back into the house." He smiles when you straighten up at his words, immediately climbing onto his back which he promptly offered you. His arms hook around the bottom of your thighs to steady you against him, making sure that you're situated before he guides you into the house, passing all of the Pogues to get to the guest room.
"Home sweet home," he breathes, carefully setting you on the bed to find more comfortable clothes for you to sleep in. "Here you go, tiny."
You smile at the nickname he'd given you back when you were in elementary school, gladly accepting the small pile of clothes he hands you. "I'm gonna change in here," you inform him, your smile growing when he immediately nods, spinning to face the wall so that you have privacy to do so.
The second you're both changed, JJ switches the light off and meets you by the bed. He tucks you into the covers, combing his fingers through your hair as he sits in the space next to you. You hum at the feeling, unable to keep your eyes from drooping further.
"You're lucky you're my favorite. I don't just give my bed to anyone," he teases after a few seconds of favorable silence, his heart swelling at the way his presence seems to ease the emotions swirling behind your tired eyes.
You scoff at him, thinking back to the amount of times he's shared this bed with other people. "Actually," you begin, but pause, unsure of what you're even thinking about saying before the question rolls from your tongue. "Can you stay with me? I don't really want to be alone."
He blinks at you from his spot, barely making out your features before he nods. His voice is steady as he murmurs, "Of course." He accepts the spot next to you as his own, unsure why he feels so shy about sharing the bed with you. Having grown up together, you've fallen asleep together countless times. You've even crashed in his bed here, and vice versa, but that doesn't stop a humble feeling from spreading through his chest as you cuddle into him.
I wish I was special I'd give all my special Away to a loser Now I'm just a loser I used to be special But you made me hate me Regret that I changed me I hate that you made just like you Just like you
"I hate myself," you breathe after several moments of silence. The utterance of your inner truth brings a fresh round of bitter tears to your eyes, which you hurriedly wipe away, hating the bile rising up your throat at the brief moment of vulnerability.
"Don't say that," JJ hums, reaching to brush your hair away from your face. His voice is stern, but there's an undertone of sadness to match the look in his eyes.
"It's true," a forced laugh bubbles from your chest, furthering the anguish threatening to burst out of you. "I hate myself so much." There's a heavy silence after the words roll from your tongue, JJ's hand lingers on your cheek for a moment before falling dormant against the mattress, along with all of the words he clearly wants to say. "Why couldn't I have just been enough?" The words were whispered more to yourself than to JJ, it was meant to be an unspoken thought but your mouth opted to spew it regardless. Normally you'd feel embarrassed for unintentionally allowing yourself to be vulnerable, but the heaviness in your entire being is consuming all of the excess energy you have left, so you can't force yourself to care.
"Woah, woah, woah," JJ's voice intercepts you from your inner turmoil again, your eyes tearfully meeting his. The look on his face makes your heart clench further, the sadness in the pit of your stomach churning into guilt prompted by over sharing. “I can’t, in good conscience, be your best friend and let you bash yourself on that assho-on Rafe’s account. Y/n, I’m going to say something, and I really need you to hear me.” He pauses, eyes scanning your face to ensure that he’s got your full attention.
He opens his mouth to speak, but closes it, instead moving to cup your face in his hands so that your eyes lock solely on him rather than insecurely bouncing all over the dark room. “He has you convinced that you’re a million things, but everything he’s forced into your head is wrong.” He takes a deep breath, wiping a stray tear away with his thumb. “You are more than enough, you understand? I get that you might not be able to accept that right now, but that’s the full truth. And I’ll be right here proving it to you until you believe me, you got that? No pogue left behind, ever. Especially not you. Especially not on some lowlife kook, who didn’t know how great he had it’s, account. I need to know you’re hearing me.” He finally pauses in the middle of his short rant, hands and eyes remained delicately locked in their original position, acting as glue holding your pieces together. He stares deeply into your eyes, silently searching for his answer before speaking again. “Are you hearing me?”
Your lips wobble at the interaction, eyes unable to bat away the reservoir of tears threatening to spill over your eyelids. Unable to trust your words, you nod, your hands gripping the front of his t-shirt for support.
“I need to hear you say it,” he murmurs, his expression soft yet stern.
“I’m hearing you,” you choke out, before erupting into a full on sobbing fit. He quickly shifts to wrap his arms around your shoulders to pull you flush against his chest. Your back twinges at the awkward position you're in, but the emotions bubbling from your chest keep you from having the energy to care as you fully break down against him, your hands balling themselves in the back of his shirt.
Weeks worth of a broken heart, self deprecation, anger, replaying scenarios over and over in your head, and various other emotions unapologetically pour from your chest while he steadies you against him, his comforting antics not faltering for a moment.
“I’ve got you,” he breathes into your hair, kissing the crown of your head. “I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”
"He's such an asshole," you tearfully groan, feeling ridiculous for wasting your time on the king of the kooks. "God, I feel like I molded myself into exactly what he wanted me to be, and for what?"
"Rafe's blind, Y/n," he responds, pulling back s he can rest his chin on top of your head. "And you're far too kind for a guy that didn't accept all of the qualities that make you so special."
You can't help but physically cringe at the word. You stopped feeling special the second Rafe convinced you that your Pogues side was a hindrance to your personality, a flaw in your relationship. The moment you realized he viewed that side of you as an eyesore, you did everything in your power to shield it from him, and seemingly lost yourself in the process.
"I don't feel special," you state with a sigh, wiping the leftover remnants of tears from your cheeks. You're over crying over the man who climbed in bed with another woman.
"Just because you don't feel special doesn't mean you are," JJ hums, snaking his arm around your waist. "I'll spend the rest of my life proving it to you if that's what it takes to make you believe it."
A sad laugh sounds from your chest at his promise, knowing that JJ means everything he's said. "I don't know what I did to deserve you, Maybank."
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A/N: Here's another draft that I finally dusted the spiderwebs off of and finished up. I hope y'all enjoy it!
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avenging-fandoms · 1 year
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kook princess!yn inviting jj to midsummers as her date 🤭😏 and kie sees and she's all 🥹 bc she knows how much jj likes you and you're giving him a chance
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**long post, i got carried away LMAOO **i just love jj in love with a kook so i wrote A LOT *smut! (f!receiving)
*events are different from what happened at Midsummers in the show
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"I don't know, Kie. He's going to say no" Your knee was leaned up against the door, arm resting on the open window as Kiara drove.
"Yn, I promise you with every cell in my body, JJ is not going to say no to you. You don't hear him when it's just me and him" She smirks and you look at her over your sunglasses. "He goes on and on about how beautiful and smart you are. He stalks your Instagram all the time"
"Why to only you?" You ask and she hits the brakes at a red light. She looks at you and you nod. "Kook fucking princess" You mumble, rolling your eyes. "You know, I didn't start that. Rafe Cameron started it because he thinks we're going to get married, just because our dads are friends!"
"Yeah, Rafe is pretty fucking scary" Kiara spoke through her teeth and pulled into JJ's place. You unclick your seatbelt and Kiara grabs your arm. "Listen, you're one of my best friends, since diapers, so I'll be honest with you" you look at her and her eyes adjust. "I know you're finally giving JJ a chance, but if you hurt him, I will end you"
You smile, saluting Kiara. "Sir yes sir" You both laugh and you get out. You follow Kiara to the door and she knocked. JJ opened the door without a shirt and a beer bottle in hand, sunglasses on the tip of his nose and his eyes immediately catch yours. "Hi JJ"
He couldn't say anything, he just smiled. Kiara smacked his forehead as she walked in, and he moved so you could get in. You thank him and look around, a soft smile on your face. "I uh.. I'm sorry for the mess. This isn't how-"
"JJ," you touch his shoulder and he looks at you. "Relax. I don't care about that. I'm not that type of person to judge, despite what others might think" You shove your hands in your back pockets, eyes falling down his chest then quickly back to his eyes.
JJ quickly put on his tank top, his chest and stomach still very visible and you couldn't help but stare. "Do you want anything to drink?" your eyes fall on what was in his hand. "They're outside. Kie, you want one?" JJ opened the door for you and you looked at her.
"No, I'm gonna use the bathroom. I'll be right there" JJ nods and turns away from her, and she winks and gives you a thumbs up before you and JJ head to his backyard.
"It's nice back here, JJ" you compliment and he thanks you, handing you a beer. You thank him and try to twist it off and he hums as he takes a sip of his.
"Here, let me open it" JJ used his ring to pop the bottle open, and you smile to yourself. He hands it to you and you inhale. "What?"
"That was just the hottest thing I've ever see" your eyes widen at the word vomit, taking a big sip of your drink. You gasp for air and JJ chuckles, cheeks beet red.
"Wanna go to the dock?" JJ nods towards the water and you nod, following closely next to him. "Hottest thing you've ever seen, huh?"
"Oh please, your cheeks were hotter"
"That was a good one, princess" You roll your eyes and sit at the edge of the dock, taking your sandals off. JJ did the same, his leg pressed against yours as you both drink. "Why did you come here?" JJ asked and you raise your eyebrows, setting your beer next to you while you leaned on your hands.
"Wow, alright"
"No, no, no. I didn't mean it like that. It's just.. you haven't really chosen to hang with us.. or me before" You look at JJ, squinting from the sun. You suck up your pride and sit up straight, looking at JJ.
"Well.. you know about Midsummers, right?" JJ nods, eyes watching you contently. You take a sip of your beer, a droplet of condensation falling on your chest and JJ couldn't help but watch it fall.
"Uh, yeah. Midsummers. I..I think I'm working it"
"Well.." you crossed your leg over your knee, your foot hitting his shin, his chest moving quicker. "Why don't you not work that night, and come with me. As my.. date"
"Yes, absolutely. That..that sounds amazing. I'll quit so I don't work that night" JJ rambled and you laughed, placing a hand on his thigh. His mouth fell into a straight line.
"You're not going to quit your job, JMay"
"JMay?"
"Yeah, that's my nickname for you"
"JMay. Out of anything in the world"
"Out of JJ?! Your name is a nickname!" you both laugh and you kept your eyes on him a little longer. "Kiara told me about your crush on me" his head snapped towards you and you smile. "She only told me because I told her I thought you were cute and to give you my number"
"Hmm.. did she tell you about Instagram?" You nod and he nods along with you, sucking his teeth. "So you wanted me first, princess?"
"God, I hate that nickname. Please don't use it again"
It's like you showed JJ all your buttons and said, 'push them.'
"So sorry. Anyway, what made you decide to take me to Midsummers? Needed a prince.." he leaned into you and you shook your head. "'Cause you're a princess"
You grab his shoulders and push him into the water. You laugh as he pops back up, leaning down. “I could’ve had Rafe Cameron take me”
“Yeah like you’d go for that psycho” JJ pulled himself up onto the dock, grabbing onto your belt loops and pulling you in with him. He still held onto you as he spun you in the water.
"Jokes on you," You pull your shirt off and toss it at his face, a bathing suit underneath your clothes. "I came prepared" you pushed his hands away and took off your shorts, throwing them on the dock. JJ did the same, throwing your shirt and his on the dock.
You and JJ hung out in the water for a little bit, splashing, dunking each other, everything. You both hop back up on the dock and you lay on your back, closing your eyes and letting the sun dry you.
JJ laid next to you, his pinky inches from yours. "You never answered my question from before"
"What was it again? I was too busy pushing you in the water"
"Why me?" You blocked the sun with your hands, looking at JJ. He looked back at you, searching for an answer in your eyes.
"You're.. like a breath of fresh air" You answer honestly, and he smiles softly. "I know that sounds crazy 'cause I've only been around you a few times. Very short, due to being berated by your friends, but you're just so.. I don't know"
"Well, I'll take that as a compliment. I just hope it blows over well with the other Kooks"
"Fuck the other Kooks, you only have to worry about impressing me" you wink at him. "I have to use the bathroom, and figure out where the hell Kiara is"
JJ nodded and closed his eyes, relaxing in the sun again. You open the screen door, the floor creaking underneath your feet. "Kie?" You looked around the kitchen and living room, repeatedly calling her name. You looked in the front of his house, and her car was gone.
'Be back at 5 :)'
A note taped to the doorway. You roll your eyes and smile, knowing you should've guessed she would have done this. You walk down the hallway of JJ's and spy his room, opening it and stepping inside.
You look around his room. Bracelets, shoes, clothes everywhere. Beer cans, wrappers. Typical teen boy room. You find a shirt in his drawer and put it over your body, finding his sunglasses and putting those on.
You head back outside with two more beers, holding the can over JJ's face and letting the condensation fall on his face. "Hey!"
"Kiara left, she'll be back at 5. Probably so we can get ready for Midsummers" You hand him the beer and he watches you in awe as you sit next to him.
"Is.. uh.. that my shirt?"
"Yeah. Hope you don't mind I borrowed the sunnies too" You smile and he shakes his head, sipping his beer.
"It's just.. that is the hottest thing I've ever seen" He teases and you laugh.
"Touché, Maybank"
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You nearly beat Kiara up as she came back to pick you up. "I see you're wearing his shirt"
"We didn't do anything. We just sat in his backyard after taking an impromptu swim and talked. Got to really know each other" You leaned your elbow on the window and tried to hide your smile behind your hand.
"You bitch, you're blushing!" She slaps your arm and you laugh. She pulls into your driveway and you grab your bag. “You’re welcome!” She shouts out the window and you flip her off.
“Hey, where have you been? Whose shirt is that?” Topper asked and you rolled your eyes.
“None of your business, Topper. Go get ready for your grand entrance with Sarah Cameron” You reply sarcastically, heading up the stairs.
You hated your brother. You hated that he was your mother’s bitch and you hated that she bought into it. She wasn’t too keen on you, because you didn’t obey her every command.
You head upstairs and get in the shower, smiling at the day you had with JJ. You get out and head into your room, doing your hair and makeup before putting on your dress. You do a twirl in the mirror and smile, putting on the flower crown your mother insisted your wear.
You put on your shoes and waited for Kiara's text. You heard footsteps walking past your door, praying no one came in. Kiara texted she arrived and you turn on your music softly, leaving out your patio slowly.
You heard the car door as you climbed down the ladder, JJ catching your waist as you slipped off the last step. You step away from him and swipe your hands down your dress, smoothing it out and you look at JJ.
“Looking good, JMay” you wink and he smiles, fixing your hair that was stuck in your crown. His thumb rubbed over your cheek, nodding.
"Looking beautiful, princess" you roll your eyes and JJ holds his hand out towards the car and follows you, opening the passenger door open for you.
You thank him with a smile and he closes the door for you. Kiara gives him a sly high five as she gets in the car, JJ behind you. She sped off and you saw Topper in the rearview mirror, draping your hand out the window and giving him the finger.
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Kiara turned her car off and you unbuckle your seatbelt, JJ rushing out of the car and opening your door. You take his arm as he closes the door, holding his bicep and you two walked into the party.
Eyes were on you. Not only because you looked amazing, but because you were holding onto a Pogue. You felt JJ's arm start to tremble and you place a hand on his chest, his eyes meeting yours.
"No one but me, JJ" you say softly and he nods. You place your hand on top of the one around his bicep, taking him to the bar area. "Hey, Rachel! How are you?" you wave to your friend and she waves back, smile dropping a bit when she saw JJ. You grab a champagne glass and hand it to JJ and one for yourself.
"Can we go find somewhere quiet to sit?" He asks in your ear, and you nod.
"Of course, JJ. Here, I know a spot" You took his hand and trailed him to your spot you always snuck away to during parties. You two sat on the log and you took off your shoes, pulling up your dress and resting your feet on the sand. "Are you alright?"
"Just.. not the biggest fans of Kooks" He sighed and downed his champagne, putting the glass in the grass behind him under the little rock cave. You look at the water, shaking your head.
"I knew it was a bad idea bringing you. The last thing I wanted to do was make you uncomfortable and that's exactly what I did. I'm sorry, JJ"
"No, Yn, I'm happy I came with you" JJ moved closer to you and placed a hand on your leg. "It's just we're very different"
"Only where we come from, JJ" You whisper, eyes on his lips. "I'm glad to be learning more about you"
"Same.. Yn.." His breathing got choppy. His fingers tighten on your thigh. He was getting closer. He was getting nervous.
"The cool, punk Pogue JJ Maybank.." your fingers trail over his shoulder, down his chest. "All nervous to kiss a Kook"
JJ smiled and held your face, kissing you slowly. Your fingers grab his shirt, pulling him in closer and his hand pushed up your dress, and you sat on his thigh. Your hand combed through his hair, his hand rubbing your back.
You pull away, fingers touching his chin as he looked at you with heavy eyes. "Why stop, princess?"
"Because I have something that will calm you down" You bend over and grab your clutch, JJ rubbing your back. You sat back up and opened it, his cheek on your shoulder. You pulled out 3 joints in a sandwich baggie and JJ looked like a kid in a candy store.
You stood up and went under the rock cave, laying in the grass as you lit a joint in your mouth. JJ smiled in victory, laying down next to you, you take a big hit and hold it in, holding the joint to JJ's mouth and exhaling as he inhaled.
You two shared 2 each, and you both weren't nervous anymore. You were giggling, sharing stories, getting to know each other better. "Okay, personal question" JJ coughed and you look at him. "Out of the guys you hooked up with, who was the worst at giving you head?"
"Wow, Maybank" you laugh and lay back on your elbows, thinking. "I don't think I've had a guy do that. They usually just want head or to fuck, but they never pleasured me. Why didn't I say anything?"
"So you never experienced it because they were too stupid to go down on a beautiful girl like you? What morons" He laughs and you inhale sharply, suddenly getting a boost of confidence.
"Do you know how to do it?" You ask and he looks at you with soft eyes.
"I do. Why do you wanna know?" His body got closer to yours, hand rubbing over your chest and holding your neck. "Do you want me to show you?"
"Y-yes JJ"
"Look at that, the stuck-up, princess Kook. All nervous, just for me" He taunted you and you groan, kissing him roughly and grabbing his hand. You kissed him sloppily as his hand touched your inner thigh, pushing his palm into your thigh and you flop on your back.
"J.." You mumble against his lips and he smiles, his hand reaching your pussy. His finger rubbed up and down your folds outside of your underwear, and you stifle a moan.
"Let me hear you, princess" he kissed your neck and pushed his fingers into your underwear, sliding his middle finger and ring finger into you.
"Fuck, JJ" You moan and grip his hair as he kissed your chest. He moved in between your legs, disappearing underneath your dress. You ripped grass up in your hands and your back arched as he spread your legs and licked a bold stripe up.
JJ knew what he was doing. Every nerve, every pace. He knew exactly what to do.
His tongue worked on your clit while he pumped his fingers into you. Your body twisted and you sat up on your elbows again, pulling your dress up and you bite your lip as your eyes meet his.
"You taste so delicious" JJ breathed and kissed you, fingers still fucking you and you hum into his mouth. "Are you gonna cum for me, princess?"
"Yes, JJ, fuck" your arm wraps around his neck and bury his face in your chest, scratching his back as you came on his fingers. You let out a loud moan and JJ's hand covered your mouth, looking at you as he rode out your orgasm.
JJ pulled away and looked at you as he licked his fingers clean, a satisfied smile on your face. "God, JJ. I am so happy I asked you to come here with me"
"I'm glad you asked me too" He kissed you again and helped you up. You wiped him off and then he did you. He helped adjust your hair and crown, and you his hair.
You both head back to the party, your shoes clicking softly on the stone path. Your arms were wrapped around his waist, his arm draped over your back as you both walked back into the party.
Kiara caught you two and you gave her a wink, Kiara's eyes turning into hearts as she watched you two walk onto the dance floor. You connect your fingers behind his neck, his hands together behind your back as you both swayed to the music.
You rest your head on his chest, closing your eyes. This is when you felt the most comfortable, in JJ's arms. He was so nice to be around, he never judged you.
You open your eyes as the song ends, finding Kiara and the three of you sat at a table to eat. You pick your eyes up and spot Topper looking directly at you.
"Oh, Jesus Christ" you roll your eyes and Topper comes over to you with Sarah trailing behind. "What do you want, dickhead?"
"Oh no, I didn't come over here for you. I came over here, for JJ" JJ's body visibly straightens, his eyes narrowing.
"What can I do for you, Top?"
"I'd like for you to leave my sister alone. She doesn't need to be dragged down to your level"
JJ stood up, his chair screeching across the floor. "Wow, Topper. For once, you care about your sister? How kind of you. But I promise, I'm taking better care of her than you ever could"
"Yeah?" Topper pushed JJ and you stood up, shoving Topper back.
"The fuck is your problem? You're not even my real brother, you never acted like it" You grit your teeth and Topper laughed, your eyes move to Sarah. "Control your mutt, Cameron"
Sarah looked you up and down, walking away with Topper. You look at JJ and hold his face, smiling. "Thanks for not fighting him. Here, at least"
"Anything for you, princess" He smiles and kisses you softly, the both of you sitting back down and digging into your meals. You ended the night with the 3 of you crashing at JJ's house, Pope also meeting up with you guys after he was done helping his dad.
You enjoyed being around the Pogues much more than your own family, and you hoped you stuck with them for a while.
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shellxrls · 1 month
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jj's definitely the type of bf to inspect your pussy after a good orgasm. sticking his face down there to part your puffy folds with his forefingers, maybe kiss your clit once or twice to feel your body jerk and thrash against him in overstimulation.
"think i got 'er good this time babe, don't know if she'll be able to make a full recovery."
and you have to laugh and slap at his biceps to get his face away from your pussy bcuz the look in his eyes suggests a round two — and as his earlier statement hinted — you were in no way ready for that.
bonus points if you let him cum inside you and part of his little 'inspection' routine includes him scooping the cum up from your sopping hole and spreading it all the way around your pussy until you're crying from the overstimulation and clawing at him to stop with glossy eyes.
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effortlessly cool and detached hot boy (j.m.)
a/n: my writers block might be getting better, but i still suck at writing these things😭. but, this is also for the lovely @i-always-come-back-xoxo! this time, for jj (my baby) with take off all your cool by sabrina carpenter!
tv show/movie: outer banks
pairing: jj maybank x fem!reader requested
based off take off all your cool by sabrina carpenter
synopsis: y/n gives jj one condition before she thinks about going on an actual date with him - he has to take his cool off
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"I know you like to be seen as the effortlessly cool and detached hot boy, but you should really try another look." Y/N rested her elbows on the counter of the bar at the country club, eyes sparkling as she looked up at the annoyed blonde boy behind the counter as he set his bus bin down.
"I'll take that into consideration when you stop being such a spoiled brat, Princess." He retorted, his hands gripping the edges of the bin, his strong arms flexing at the grip. Y/N's eyes stuck on the defined muscles of his forearms for a split second before looking back up at him, not hiding her gaze. By the way JJ flexed his arms harder, dipping his head slightly, his shoulders and back muscles rippling under his shirt, he wasn't hiding how much he liked her gaze on him.
"Classic cool and detached JJ Maybank," She shook her head as she tsked at him. "Playing hard to get because he doesn't want to lose his street cred in The Cut," She hummed, pushing herself to stand up and not lean on the bar. Her eyes trailed along with him, taking in his perfectly staged body. He looked perfect. Like a sculpture sculpted by the Greek Gods themselves. "Maybe I would ask you out if you weren't trying so hard to be cool, JJ." She remarked, tapping the bar before swiping one of the napkin rolls sitting there before walking back to the table her family sat at.
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"Where's the red carpet, Princess?" JJ swooped into the situation, his caterer uniform already dishevelled just like the feathers he was about to ruffle. Y/N rolled her eyes despite the butterflies filling her stomach as his nickname for her.
"Don't you have a table to clear, bus boy?" Rafe sneered, his hand clutching a whiskey glass with one swig of whiskey left.
"Probably, but I think flirting with a pretty Princess takes priority," JJ shrugged, leaning against the railing of the gazebo. "Or, was that what you were trying to do, Rafe," He pointed to the annoyed Kook. "Because if that was flirting, you should really have lessons. It looked like you were trying to bore her."
Rafe took a step towards the smug boy who just smiled at him, a hint of a sparkle in his eyes when he saw how much he got to Rafe. Effortlessly cool and detached hot boy. "Back off, Rafe. Go bother someone else." Y/N told him, voice demanding and cool. Rafe huffed but listened. JJ watched him stomp off somewhere else.
"Now, it's just you and me, Princess," He pushed himself off the railing, stepping up to her. Standing closer than Rafe had, he looked down at her. Usual playboy smirk hanging off his lips, he let his eyes rake up and down her. "Wanna get out of here? Everyone keeps saying it's only a matter of time until we finally get together. Why not make their dreams come true?"
"You know my conditions, JJ. You give up the whole cool guy facade and show me what I know is under the surface and I'll go out with you," She set her rules again. "You stop caring about double texting, stop caring about looking perfect, and stop acting like you don't care about anything, then we can cross that line."
"What about you, Princess? Why should I be the only want stripping my soul bare?"
"You want me to take off my cool," She questioned, gesturing to herself. JJ nodded smugly, thinking he caught her. "I'm not prideful. I am shameless. I don't have any cool to take off. I've laid myself out for you, it's up to you if we cross that final line or not." With that, she walked away, heading right out of the party.
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I thought about what you said last night
Y/N stared at the grey bubble on her phone. She barely noticed the three dots blinking in the bubble in the corner as she waited for more context (and to see if he would double text).
I want to cross that line
Come to The Wreck now
Triple text and proper grammar? This was much different that the 'u up 4 a hookup' or 'outside your window to bang' texts she usually got from him. Hurriedly, she stuffed her sandy towel and book (The Love Hypothesis) in her tote bag, she shimmied on her shorts and booked it up the beach towards The Wreck.
Walking in, she noticed how busy it was. Not only was a Saturday in June, but there was also a deal on at The Wreck - two dine for the price of one. In the middle of it, JJ sat. His hair tousled in the normal way that gave off the hot-without-trying vibe.
The second she walked in, his eyes were already on her as if he had been staring at the door in anticipation of her arrival. Clearing his throat, he pushed off of where he was leaning against the counter with the cash register, quickly climbing on top of it. Kie swatted at him with a dish towel, but he ignored it, eyes locked with Y/N's.
"Ma'ams and Sirs, I interrupt your fine dining experience with a very important announcement," He bellowed, the restaurant falling silent, everyone looking at JJ with expectant eyes. "The girl that just walked in with the wind-blown hair gave me some conditions a while back when I asked her out. She told me she would only go out with me when I took off all my cool. For the longest time, I didn't know how because, I mean, look at me. I am effortlessly cool-" Kie snapped the dish towel at him, making him jump and whine slightly. "Anyway, I decided to do something that breaks my supposed 'effortlessly cool and detached hot boy'-" He put air quotes around that last statement. "Facade by saying how much I love her. How I love that she keeps me in check. How I love how she always wants to see in the best and the worst lighting. How I love that she's constantly trying to catch me when I'm not looking perfect because she actually enjoys me. How I love how unapologetically her she is. How I love that she doesn't have a cool facade because she knows she is cool without trying-"
"Get off my counter, Maybank!" Mr. Carrera yelled, marching out of the backroom. JJ immediately jumped off the counter.
"Also, I love watching kids' shows! They have the best theme songs! How uncool is that," He yelled, running through the sea of tables with Mr. Carerra on his heels. His hand encircled Y/N's wrist. "Let's run, Princess!" He exclaimed, giving her a split second to react so she didn't get hurt.
"Two-week ban, JJ!" Mr. Carrera yelled at him from out the door. Panting and out of breath, JJ and Y/N stopped running a few seconds later.
"So, how was that for taking off my cool?" JJ asked, hand not leaving Y/N's wrist as they both faced each other. Looking him up and down, she noted how unposed he looked as he stood there. How natural and imperfect (but still perfect somehow) he looked. He wasn't flexing or trying to appear cool.
"It was a start. But I think it was enough to get you a date and a kiss-"
She was cut off by his lips slamming against hers, lips melting against each other as if they were made to fit together. His hands gripped her jaw as she leaned into him, feeling all his muscles through his thin white t-shirt. She hummed, tasting the saltiness of the fries he had been eating before she came in.
As his tongue swiped along her bottom lip before trying to pry her lips open, she pushed away. "You have to be slightly less of an effortlessly cool and detached hot boy to get tongue, mister."
"I admitted I like watching kids' shows, how much more uncool does that get?"
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