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babeydollx · 2 months

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Jealousy | JJ Maybank

୨୧ Warnings: cursing, smut, oral sex, fingering.

୨୧ Pairings: JJ Maybank x Female Reader

୨୧ Summary: In which, JJ gets jealous of Y/N's friendship with John B after Y/N comes back from a 2 month long trip.

୨୧ Word Count: 1.5k

୨୧ Author's Note: Damn, this was the first fic I ever wrote two years ago, it's fairly obvious by the writing lmao. I am going to be reuploading all of my fics to match the changes I am making to my blog so.

You sat by the fire. Taking in the crisp autumn air around you, you’re happy to finally get to see your friends again, especially your boyfriend. You’ve been gone for two months with your parents because of your father’s work. JJ walks over to you with two beers in hand then passes you one.

“I’m so glad I get to see you again babe..” JJ smiled sitting down before giving you a gentle kiss on your head. You smile and rest your head on his shoulder. “I’m glad too. I really missed this.” You said as he wrapped an arm around you. “Hey! Don’t hog Y/N! We missed her too.” Kiara said with a chuckle as she sits beside you, pulling you away from JJ into a hug. You laugh and hug her back, then look over to JJ. He looked annoyed.

“Ok Kie.. I get that you missed her but, I’d like to spend sometime with my girlfriend. It’s been two months since I’ve got to see her.” JJ said with a sigh. “Oh come on JJ.” John B said as he sat down with the rest of you. “She’s our best friend too, we missed her as much as you did.” “Sorry babe.. looks like you have to share for a little bit.” You giggled softly but blew him a kiss to make him feel better.

JJ chuckled quietly and pretended to catch it in his hand and put his hand over his heart. “Okay I get that you two love birds missed each other, but please, save that shit for later.” Pope said as he sipped his beer. You jokingly flipped him off. That’s how your relationship with Pope worked, you both teased and made fun of each other, that’s how you bonded.

Pope rolled his eyes playfully and took another sip of his beer. “But really Kie, now you’re hogging her, let JB and I see her too.” he chuckled “Fineee..” Kiara chuckled and let go of you, so you went and sat in-between John B and Pope. John B hugged you, gently squeezing. You giggled and hugged him back. John B was your best friend. You had known him even before JJ met him.

After you got a few drinks into you, you were playfully messing with John B. “I- okay is this how it’s going to be? Fine.” John B laughed and started tickling you making you squeal. “I- ok ok.. I’m sorry just stop!” You giggled. JJ watched you and John B laugh and mess around, all you could see in his eyes was jealousy. He didn’t enjoy sharing you, even with your friends and seeing the way you were with John B right now made it worse. JJ looked away from both then got up to get another beer.

Pope, Kiara, and John B had already left so it was just you and JJ now. You were a little tipsy but still aware of your surroundings. JJ was drunk and sitting on the couch, he seemed annoyed. “Baby..? Are you ok?” You asked sitting beside him and took one of his hands into your own.

“Do you love me? Or are you just with me to get close to John B?” He said sounding irritated. “Wait.. JJ where is this coming from?” You cupped his face to make him look at you, worry filled your eyes. “You and John B. I saw the way you acted with him tonight. You barely even acknowledged me.” JJ frowned. Even though he was drunk he was still making sense.

“I mean.. I was with you the second I got home this morning, we were together all day today baby.. and I loved it, trust me. Nothing makes me happier than being with you but, I also wanted to spend time with you and John B, Kiara, and Pope. I missed them too baby.” You said as you frowned a little. “I- I know..” JJ sighed. “I just missed you so much and.. I didn’t want to share you. I wanted you for myself.” He said. “Mmm.. well nothing is new there..” You giggled softly. “Plus.. you wore my favorite bikini tonight. You looked… so fucking hot. I couldn’t even keep my eyes off you.” JJ said as he got close to your ear, his hot breath tickled your skin. “You have no idea how much I just wanted to fuck you.” He whispered.

You bit back a whimper. You could feel yourself getting wet. You then closed your legs tightly. JJ looked down and smirked. “Mmm.. don’t close those legs yet baby.” He said as he spread your legs again. He pulled at the strings on both sides of your bikini bottoms, making the fabric fall off, your pussy now exposed. He then did the same to your bikini top so you were now naked.

JJ studied your body for a moment biting his lip. JJ then tugged his swimming trunks off and stood up beside the couch. You giggled and got onto your knees knowing exactly what he wanted. Your mouth latched onto his cock as you started to suck. JJ let out a low groan as you kept bobbing your head now taking in his full length. JJ let out a loud moan before pulling you up to kiss you passionately. You slithered your tongue into the kiss as he grabbed your waist pulling you closer.

JJ pulled back then picked you up making your legs wrap around his waist and he took you to his room. He walked in, shut the door, and tossed you onto the bed. You giggled as he got on top of you and kissed you hungrily. JJ then kissed down your jawline, then down your neck, and then to your breasts. His mouth latched onto your left nipple as he massaged your right breast with his hand. You let out a moan and gently bit your lip. He then switched now sucking on your right nipple, massaging the left. “mm.. JJ just fuck me already.” You whimpered tugging at his hair.

“Patience Baby Girl..” He said as he kissed down your stomach. He then reached to where you wanted him most. He planted a kiss on your clit. You giggled softly and played with his hair. He then licked up your wet folds. You let out another moan as he began to pump a finger into you while licking your clit. You let out a loud moan and tugged on his hair. “I- mm.. JJ I’m close.” You moaned out.

“Then cum for me baby.” He smirked putting a second finger into you and went back to licking your clit at the same time. You kept moaning out feeling a knot in your stomach. JJ kept fucking you with his fingers faster, he was intent on making you cum right there. You let out one last moan as you released on his fingers, trembling and tugging at his hair. JJ licked your juices off his fingers then put your legs over his shoulders, positioning himself. He decided to tease you a little more first, rubbing the tip of his dick against your folds. “JJ please fuck me already..” You whimpered.

Without a warning JJ thrusted into you easily because of how wet you were. You let out a loud moan and grabbed the sheets. JJ began to pound into you. You kept moaning out and grabbed your breasts squeezing them. JJ grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head, his eyes now trained on your breasts. He kept hitting your g-spot now making you scream.

“Mm.. you like that baby? Does that feel good?” He asked letting out a moan. You could barely form words, you were a moaning mess at this point and that turned him on more. JJ let go of your wrists and pulled out then flipped you onto your stomach. He slapped your ass hard before thrusting into your entrance again.

“Oh fuck Y/N! You feel so good!” JJ moaned out going faster. “I- fuck JJ!” You moaned out. “I- I’m close..” You gasped out and you grabbed onto the sheets. JJ slapped your ass again, there was now a red handprint on your ass. You moaned louder until you eventually reached your high and came. JJ thrusted into you a few more times before pulling out and releasing his seeds onto your back.

You giggled catching your breath and laid down. JJ laid beside you and held you close as you rested your head on his chest. “Damn.. that was.. so hot.” He said catching his breath. You giggled and bit your lip. “Yeah.. I missed our sex.”

“I’m sorry for getting so jealous over you and John B. It was dumb and childish, he’s your best friend..” JJ said kissing your head. “It’s ok baby..” You smiled and lifted your head up to kiss his cheek. “I love you Y/N.” He said kissing your head. “I love you too JJ.” You smiled holding onto him tightly. Your eyes slowly fluttered shut and you fell asleep in JJ’s arms.

୨୧ Author's Note: thank you so much for reading, angels!

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fairydvsts-blog · 1 year

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𝐩𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

JJ Maybank x fem!reader

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summary; you know fucking JJ is against the pogue code, but, can you resist him?

warnings; SMUT, drug use, thigh riding, fingering, dirty talk, praising, public sex (kinda)

a/n; english isn't my first language, so you might find some mistakes; I'm open to constructive criticism. Enjoy!

You knew the rule: no pogue on pogue macking, however, sticking to it was hard when you felt so attracted to your best friend, JJ Maybank.

You had knew him since both of you were just a couple of kids, given that you had grown up together in The Cut, where you were neighbours. And you had considered him your best friend since then, or at least it was that way until puberty hit him like a truck.

Although you didn't know, he felt the same way about you. At first, he loved you like the sister he never had, but when you started growing up boobs, he couldn't help but see you differently. Soon, all of his wet dreams were about you and he had to force himself to contain his inappropriate thoughts; he didn't want to ruin your friendship.

Still, his attempts to suppress his feelings for you not always worked; sometimes he got all touchy and flirty, unable to keep his hands to himself when you were around. Not that you complained, but that attitude of his just made you hornier for him, and you were worried that someday you might do something stupid that could break apart your relationship.

One night, after you had spent the evening with the pogues drinking beer around a little bonfire, JJ and you lay down in the hammock that hanged from the big tree outside the chateau to smoke a joint together. Smoking with him had become like a tradition between the both of you every Friday night; you invited the others to join everytime, of course, but they always preferred doing whatever else.

You didn't realise back then, but they did it in purpose because they knew about how you felt for each other.

You stretched out next to JJ, getting comfy, when your friends said their goodbyes and moved towards the front porch, where they seated on the couch to talk a little before bed.

Your best friend, meanwhile, lit the blunt using the lighter he always kept in his pocket and took the first hit. You curled up against him, laying your head in his shoulder, and watched as he exhaled the smoke. The blonde put his arm around you and the smell from the weed filled your nostrils when he turned to look at you with a smile that took your breath away; he was gorgeous.

He took a couple more hits before he passed you the joint and you found yourself repeating his actions; soon, his eyes turned red and his pupils widened. You couldn't see your own, but you guessed you looked just the same.

You were usually the most loving of the two, always showing him affection through hugs and kisses, but when you were high the tables turned; in those moments he became all handsy. Although he had never exceeded your boundaries, that night things got out of hand.

When you both were totally stoned, the blonde started caressing your back underneath your hoodie —his hoodie actually—, giving you goosebumps, and when you were holding the blunt, leaving his other hand free, he stroked your naked thigh to almost touch your butt, testing your limits; yet, you did not objected at any time.

He was teasing you; but you knew how to play his game, too.

You sat up in the hammock and leaned on your elbow, drawing his attention from your body to your face. You took a long hit before taking his jaw in your hand carefully to push his lips open, getting closer to him, if it was even possible. You let the smoke out of your lungs and he inhaled it with a flirty smile in his face, then he exhaled it until it got lost in the air between you.

After that, you thought he would pull away, however, he brushed his lips against yours, sending shivers through your body. His eyes fluttered over your face, expecting a negative reaction on your part, when he didn't find it, he repeated the action; that time he titled his head a little to the side so there would be more contact between your parted lips; bumping noses.

It wasn't a real kiss, it was the slightest touch, but it sent shivers through your body and you could feel your panties getting wet. You wanted to hate yourself for letting JJ have that effect on you, but you were so turned on that you couldn't care less.

"JJ, you're playing with fire," you murmured, turning your face to the side in an attempt to recover your good sense.

The blonde's playful hand rubbed the outline of your ass cheek for a few seconds and then made its way down again, grabbing your knee so he could spread your legs and position himself between them.

He buried his face in your neck, where he placed a few wet kisses before taking your earlobe between his teeth. You tangled your fingers in his hair locks, sighing, and your eyes shuttered unconsciously.

"Then burn me," he whispered in your ear while he pushed his leg up between yours, making your pulse race.

Your body took control of the situation instantly and, without giving it a second thought, you started riding his thigh. JJ smiled, lifting your hoodie to expose your butt, only covered by your tiny bikini bottom. He finally grabbed it in his hand so he could bring you closer to his body, pressing into your pussy with his knee. The action made you moan and you covered your mouth to silence it; you didn't want the others hearing you, but being quiet was becoming more and more difficult with each touch.

"You like this, princess?" he asked with raspy voice as his hands crawled under your clothes to untie your bikini top. "Wish you could see how pretty you look rubbing against me."

You nodded while you whimpered, desperate to get your release, and JJ took of your top, throwing it at your feet, to grab your nipples with his fingers; he pinched and rubbed them until the pleasure became painful.

"J, please," you pleaded between moans, moving your hips faster against him when you felt you were about to cum.

"Please what, princess?" he questioned, though he knew thanks to your body language that you were on the brink of an orgasm.

"I'm going to fucking cum," you told him, moaning in his pinky lips as you struggle between kissing him or not.

However, JJ didn't give you the chance to do it, since he got away from you, denying your orgasm. You complained instantly, but the blonde covered your mouth so you couldn't say anything about it.

"Shh, it's me who decide when you get to cum, understood?" he said at the same time that he played with the strings from your bikini bottom with his other hand.

You nodded in response, given that you couldn't talk, and JJ let you go with a pleased smile.

"That's my good girl," he praised you as he got rid of your bottoms.

He repositioned himself between your legs, spreading them wider to take a look at your naked pussy, biting his lip at the sight. Without looking away, he licked his thumb and then slid it between your folds to rub your clit in slow circles. You started making faint, muffled sighs due to the craved touch and wrapped your leg around his hips. You brought him closer until your face was inches from his and his lustful eyes fixated on yours.

Your erratic breathing contrasted with his calmed one, his nose bumped against your cheek again and that time you couldn't resist the impulse to kiss him. Your tongues met, shyly at first, but JJ took control of the kiss right away, making it more demanding, as if he was marking you as his.

Your heart hammered in your chest like crazy while your shaky hands sneaked under his t-shirt to touch the soft skin of his abs lightly. Finally, your kiss broke when you felt JJ circling your entrance with two fingers, making you moan in his mouth.

"I want you so bad, J," you panted.

You closed your eyes as his fingers slided in, feeling his wet kisses go from your cheek to your neck.

"We can't do it here, they'd see us," he murmured between kisses, slowly thrusting his fingers into you, "but I promise I'll make you feel good, princess."

His words and fingers made you moan again and you kissed him in an attempt to keep quiet, feeling a pleasant tingling at your belly when he began fingering you faster. His cold rings hit your sensitive warm flesh with each thrust, giving you goosebumps.

JJ was as good with his fingers as you had imagined, even better; he knew how deep he had to push and how to curl them to reach that spot that made you weak on your knees.

"You're doing so good, baby," JJ said as he started rubbing your clit again. "You can cum when you're ready."

It was all it took for you to let go. You came harder than you have ever come in your whole life, shaking in his arms as you shouted his name. He had to kiss you to shut you up, sliding his tongue in your mouth, while he caressed your face. When you came down from it, he pulled away and kissed your forehead, hugging you, and you stayed like that for a few minutes.

"J, we broke the rule."

"We should've broken it sooner." You smiled.

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loveharlow · 9 days

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SEVEN [THE INBETWEEN] - KISS IT BETTER

PAIRING ‧₊˚ JJ Maybank x Fem!Reader

SYNOPSIS‧₊˚[2.5k] Three weeks of no John B or Sarah and you're officially overwhelmed with grief and mixed signals, leading to an emotional outburst directed at certain blonde.

WARNING(S)‧₊˚ swearing, mentions of death, mutual pining, grief avoidance, little fluff, mentions of low self-esteem/negative self-image, mentions of past non-con

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A/N‧₊˚ I think this chapter is actually so soft and beautiful🥺 and I never really say this but I do think listening to the song on repeat as you read makes it one hundred times better.

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THIS DAY MARKED THREE WEEKS SINCE YOU’D LOST JOHN B AND SARAH…And one week since JJ kissed you out of nowhere. Co-existing in your other presumed dead best friend’s house has been…odd, to say the least. You didn’t really know how to talk to JJ now, which was something you never thought would be an issue.

He’d been in the surf shack working on your car more than usual, without your company unfortunately. You’d been taking more small jobs just to get out of the house at this point. But barely talking to your best friend for an entire week while living in the same space was starting to take a toll on you.

And so was the kiss.

Did he mean to do it? Was it a spur of the moment thing? Did JJ have feelings for you? Ten thousand thoughts running around in your mind at once, driving you closer and closer to the edge of crazy. Your heart was telling you that the kiss was no accident — that it seemed too passionate and eager to be something he’d done in the heat of the moment. But your head was telling you that the kiss was an act of grief — something he’d done in a moment where his head wasn’t exactly screwed on straight.

That it was an honest mistake.

You didn’t know which part of you that you believed.

Or which part of you that you wanted to believe.

It was nightfall when you walked up the steps of The Chateau, bag slung lazily over your shoulder as you huffed out a puff of air, exhausted from your nearly ten hour long babysitting gig. Some couple needed someone to watch over their three kids while they went on a date. You should’ve known something was off when the mother was offering fifty dollars an hour, way over minimum wage — her three kids were more like a pint-sized trio of bats from hell. But you walked away with five-hundred more dollars in your pocket, so who were you to complain?

But even with fatigue and hunger weighing heavy on your bones, your heart still dropped at the thought of seeing JJ at the end of the day.

Sighing, you quietly opened the door of the home, throwing your bag on the sofa and letting the door close behind you as Marley immediately came charging, light paws feeling like punches on your thighs but you smiled nonetheless.

“Hi, pretty girl. How are you?” You cooed, scratching behind both of her ears as she wiggled against you.

Another set of footsteps rounded the corner, a freshly awoken JJ coming into your view. You coughed awkwardly under your breath, straightening out as the two of you locked eyes. “Oh, hey. I didn’t wake you, did I?”

“Nah, it’s fine. I’m just glad you made it in before it got too late, one of the corner stores got robbed a couple hours ago.” He said, voice raspy and low from sleep as he rubbed the exhaustion out of his eyes.

The two of you stood there awkwardly— JJ scratching the back of his head as you averted your eyes anywhere else, Marley’s panting filling the silence.

You took a deep breath, shoving your hands in the back of your pockets as JJ mindlessly nibbled on his lower lip. You took the opportunity to break the silence, the blonde seemingly having the same idea.

“Well, I’m gonna get ready for bed-”

“Look, I’m sorry-”

You both stopped talking, attempting to allow the other to speak. Small smiles broke out on your faces, the two of you looking down at your feet simultaneously. “This is awkward, if I’ve ever seen it…” JJ huffed out humorously. “Can we just…like, sit down and talk, for a minute?” He asked, his own words making him cringe slightly as he motioned towards the battered sofa.

You nodded, not saying a word as you plopped down on the piece of furniture, eyes on the floor as your hands held each other in your lap. JJ sat down oddly slow next to you. You expected him to try and create as much distance between the two of you as possible but surprisingly, he sat so close that your shoulders were brushing in the tiniest of ways.

The unexpectedness of it all had your brows furrowing, finding some kind of courage to look the boy in his eyes as he finally settled on the right words to say.

“...I shouldn’t have kissed you.” For some reason, the string of words made your heart tremble and your lips parted in surprise. They hurt more than you ever expected them to. Noticing your solemn expression, JJ was quick to clean up his statement, turning in his seat to look at you completely. “Not in the sense that I didn’t want to, no, God no.” He sputtered, hands moving around wildly. “It’s just that, with everything going on, I don't think that moment was the best moment to act on my feelings-”

He was cut off when you lurched forward, colliding your lips with his in the heat of the moment. In your haste and his surprise, the blonde accidentally bit your lip but you didn’t mind, never breaking the exchange. After a moment, you both seemed to settle into it — one of his hands sliding around your hip and waist to find a home on the end of your back, pulling you closer in the smallest motion. Your own hands cradled his jaw on each side, pulling him deeper into you.

You kissed that boy until you couldn’t anymore. Until your lips were swollen and wet, your head spinning as you pulled back and let your hands fall, sliding down the length of his neck and shoulders while his own hand slid back to rest on your thigh.

“...What was that for?” He asked in a whisper. He sounded breathless.

You simply gulped, tucking a small strand of hair behind your ear before speaking. “...When you kissed me, I felt something. Something I didn’t think I should feel while kissing my best friend. Because I never thought I’d be kissing my best friend at all.” You explained, elevating your gaze to meet his eyes. “And I thought to myself that I should feel repulsed. That the kiss should feel wrong. Right? But nothing about that kiss felt wrong.” You told him. “I haven’t been avoiding you because of the kiss, JJ. I’ve been avoiding you because I haven’t been able to get the thought of kissing you again out of my head since it happened.”

“And now that you have?” He asked, eyes searching yours. “Now, that you have kissed me again?”

“...I’m struggling not to do it a third time.” You breathed out, eyes fleeting towards his lips for the slightest of moments. “I don’t know what this is. In my head, you’re my absolute best friend and I love you in that aspect but everytime I see you now, I can’t help but think about you in ways that I shouldn’t. So, if that kiss or this one didn’t mean anything to you, you’d better tell me now because-”

“Oh, it meant something.” He cut you off enthusiastically, a small smirk playing on his lips. “I know you probably have no idea but that kiss meant everything to me.” He told you, edging closer on the sofa. “I’ve had this huge crush on you for, like, ever. Probably since I even knew what a crush was. But you know how I am…” He lowered his voice, avoiding your eyes. “I didn’t trust myself with you. Anytime I look at you, I see this ball of light around you and I never want it to go away. Or be the reason for it going away. With me and all my shit…”

“I don’t think of you like that.” You said honestly, a small frown on your face. “You aren’t some southside screw up or a charity case. JJ, you know that I don’t care about all that. I’m always there to walk through it with you, your life doesn’t define you, you know that. Or at least, you should.” You told the blonde, running a soft hand through his hair. “And I know that it may take some time for you to believe that for yourself but I’ll be the one to tell you it everyday until you actually hear it, as a friend or…whatever else.”

You reminded the boy, biting your lower lip in thought. “...That’s why you never said anything? Because you thought you weren’t good for me?”

He seemed to ponder on the statement before nodding, somewhat shamefully. “I mean, c'mon, look at you.” He scoffed, wide blue eyes looking at your face with so much adoration and purity that you never cared to notice before. “Someone like you doesn’t need to waste her life away trying to love someone like me.”

“I do love you-”

“Not in the way that I love you.” He blurted, pinching his eyes shut as he cut you off.

“...I could. But you’ll never know if you don’t let me try.” You told him. “I won’t sit here and tell you that I love you in that way because I really don’t know. But whatever I’m starting to feel for you is beyond a friendship and once I figure that out, who knows? But I also don’t want you to wait on me to figure things out if that’s not what you want.” You concluded, retreating your hands back to the comfort of your lap.

You don’t know how helpless you looked, but you made no attempt to hide the frown that you could feel on your face. You knew JJ was known as promiscuous but his ways seemed to have settled with everything that’s happened. Although the thought of him with anyone made your gut turn, you didn’t want to confine him within the cage of your emotional contemplation. You didn’t want to lead him on now knowing how he felt about you.

“Hey,” He started, a hand on your arm. “I will wait. And that’s my choice. If you decide that you want me, that you want this, then I will be here. I know my past actions are probably making my words seem like a load of shit right now, but weeks ago? When I was hooking up with half the island? I was under the impression that you and I would never happen. But now there’s a chance.” He spoke, laughing at the end of his sentence, the oddness of the action making your face twist. “Sorry, I just, I thought about somethin'.” He said, waving himself off. “I was talking to Bree one day, about you. I told him that the odds of you ever liking me back were one in a million. And he told me that a one in a million chance is still a chance, to which I told him that he was full of shit. But now…” He trailed off, shrugging.

“...John B knew?” You asked, tilting your head to the side. JJ rolled his eyes playfully.

“I think everyone knew, except you, of course.” He cocked an eyebrow, you being the one to roll your eyes this time.

“...So what do we do now?” You asked, voice small.

JJ sighed, suddenly sitting up straighter in his seat and taking both of your hands in his own. “...As much as I want to make you my girlfriend, right here and right now, I don’t think it’s a good idea. I think that we both need time to grieve and sort ourselves and I also think that you need time to explore your feelings more and make sure that this isn’t a fluke.” That was the most mature sentence you'd ever heard leave JJ's lips.

“A fluke?” You asked, mildly offended. “What does that mean?”

“Just that, I’ve seen how you can deal with grief. And not to twist the knife…are you okay with me talking about the…Rafe thing?” You clenched your jaw at the mere mention of his name, nodding stiffly in JJ’s direction, the boy drawing his lips into a thin line before continuing. “When that happened, you were still grieving. You kissed him because you were in a bad place and he was there and he ended up...taking advantage of that vulnerable part of you, right?” You hummed in agreement. “I am not at all blaming you for what happened when I say this. You didn’t deserve it and that asshole should be six feet under for what he did and, God so help me, I will put him there myself-”

“JJ.” You interrupted the boy’s rant, wanting him to finish his point completely. Huffing out a puff of air, he continued.

“I’m sorry. I just, I really hate that that happened to you. And I know it happened to you, not me but I want to kill him. Every day that I wake up, I just hope he's dead somewhere.”

“I know. Trust me, I know.” You reassured.

“But all I’m trying to say is that, I don’t want to repeat that same cycle — taking advantage of your emotional state. I want you to be yourself again and be in the right space before trying to take this any further. And I want you to have no doubts and be completely sure.” You understood his point of view and his reasoning behind it. Nodding, you allowed him to finish his sentence. “So, for now? We can just figure things out, set some kinda boundaries, if you want.”

You thought about it for a moment, fingers drawing shapes on one of his hands. “...Just honesty. If you kiss someone, hook up with someone…” The words made your eyes twitch. “Just don’t let me find out from someone else.”

“Oh, I can promise you that I have no one else on my mind, especially now that I know I’m on yours, so there will be nothing to tell ‘n nothin’ to find out, m’lady.” He smiled, saluting towards you. “I’m all yours, even if you aren’t mine. Yet.” He winked.

It’d been weeks since you’d seen the goofy side of JJ. It was comforting.

You giggled, bowing your head slightly. “I promise that I am solely focused on clarifying my feelings towards you and only you, blondie.” You returned the sentiment and the salute. “What about our friendship, though? Is it still a friendship?”

“Mmm….” He thought aloud, chewing the inside of his cheek. “Actually, you’re the smart one. What’s like a fancy, silly term for developing a relationship? Like getting to know each other but not dating, like the in between stage?”

“...We can say we’re in a courtship?” You suggest half-jokingly, shrugging. “But… does this also mean we have to stop kissing each other? 'Cause I kind of like that part.”

JJ faked offense, throwing a palm against his chest and gasping. “Kissing?” He asked, wide eyed and shocked. “We are pogues. And number one rule of pogues, is no pogue-on-pogue macking…Eugh.” He reprimanded playfully, fake gagging. You slapped his shoulder in response, a smile on your face as one grew on his.

“No pogue-on-pogue macking, huh?” You said, playfully swatting his arms as he did yours. “

“That’s exactly right, little miss lips-a-lot - Ow! Did you just pinch my nipple?” He laugh-shouted, holding his chest as your swatting ceased. “What are you? Six?-”

You took the opportunity with JJ's guard down to grab the nape of his neck and pull his face into yours, giving him one last hard, passionate kiss of the night, slightly biting his lip as you drew your face away from his.

“How’s that for no pogue-on-pogue macking?”

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𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐉𝐉 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐌𝐅.. 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐞.. 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐭..?

𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬.. 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬.. 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬... 𝐉𝐉'𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐬' 𝐩𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞-��𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐡. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲. 𝐄𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 '𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐟' 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐭.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐢𝐫. 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝, 𝐡𝐚𝐳𝐲 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐉𝐉 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐟 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐲𝐥𝐲.

"..𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭?" 𝐂𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐤 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐥 𝐮𝐩 𝐨𝐧 𝐉𝐉'𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞. 𝐈𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬-𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐞𝐚𝐫. 𝐎𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝, 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞. 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐫, 𝐣𝐚𝐰𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧.

𝐈𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞, 𝐂𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐉𝐉 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐜, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥. 𝐀𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲, 𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐞𝐭 𝐜𝐮𝐧𝐭. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐛𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐨 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬. 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐉𝐉'𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞.

"𝐋𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤, 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡..?" 𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐥𝐲, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐳𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐬. 𝐈𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐝, 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐩, 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐜𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬.

"𝐋𝐞𝐦𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐬𝐨 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝,"

" 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬, 𝐉𝐉" 𝐂𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲, 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐢 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐚𝐧𝐬.

"𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬..?"

"𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐲𝐞𝐬." 𝐉𝐉 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐝, 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐚𝐰 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐦𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐲, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐤 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞.

𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐬' 𝐦𝐨𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐲. 𝐀𝐧𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐭𝐡, 𝐬𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩, 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬. 𝐒𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡, 𝐉𝐉 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭, 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭.

𝐈𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐮𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐉𝐉 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬, 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐱 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐥𝐲. 𝐉𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞. 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐨𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬.

𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐉𝐉 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐞𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐉𝐉 𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨.❤︎

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vampiretendencies · 1 year

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I can’t stop thinking about a blurb of JJ working on his bike and reader wants to spend more quality time with him so she joins in and tries to help but she’s not very good? So JJ is very patient and slightly teasing but shows her how he does everything and it’s just cute and fluffy? Love everything you write sooooo much!!!

warnings; fluff

pairing; jj maybank x fem!reader

authors note; now that you’ve sent this i can’t stop thinking about it either. i adore this request, hope u enjoy <3

The hammock is thick, knitted, and not close enough to JJ.

He’d insisted that you sit and look pretty in the shade, like the ‘otherworldly goddess’ you are. You were in his vicinity and that at least will have to suffice for the time being whilst he wrestles with whatever mishap has apprehended his dirt bike now.

Just observing him do so, was a pleasing sight— as he’s shirtless, his tanned skin begging to be touched. Abs adjusting to every bend and pull he makes to acquire the right angle whilst his chest flexes in unison. Shark tooth necklace dangling about in any which way. God. He shined with a gleam of sweat from the rays beaming wistfully on him. With a bandana hanging slack out of the many pockets on his cargo shorts. You really desired to drag you finger across each and every crevice that made up JJ’s built frame in front of you. That’s not even to count the way he chugs a beer down every thirty minutes or so— tilting his head back the slightest, making the locks of his hair follow, his Addams apple bobbed up and down with every gulp. If he missed his mouth you were lucky to see dribbles of it seep from the corners, and he’d just wipe it away with his wrist, like second nature, only to chuck the crushed can somewhere in the patchy yard.

With that being the view, one could merely imagine why you are so helplessly antsy in this damn hammock.

He’s tightening the bolt on his bike stand to readjust as he thought it was loose. Your jaw should’ve been on the floor with the way the veins in his arm bulged with every twist, instead you settled with salivating.

You getting up to muster a helping hand was the farthest thing from JJ’s mind.

But you do.

Because, if not physical interaction there’s quality time— and there’s never too much of that.

“J, do you need any help?”

“Yeah baby, you can go get me another beer out of the cooler-“

“No I mean like help, help.”

JJ thought he was in another dimension, that he was seeing double, or that the earth was about to swallow you whole. Help? His forehead is forming wrinkles at such a foreign gesture leaving your mouth, orbs glaring up at you standing over him in obvious perplexity.

“You wanna help me?”

JJ scoffs almost in disbelief, but there’s a partial laugh stuck in his throat. You offer him a tight lipped grin, as if to say you were being all the way serious. Sat on a flat makeshift old cardboard box so his khaki cargo shorts wouldn’t get covered in dirt and debris than they already were, he pats the open space encouraging for you to sit next to him.

There’s a wrench in his hand, the movements of his elongated fingers to the sliver wrench is writhing around the bolt in an effort to make the bike stand compact. With the bike lying on its side, it was of uncomplicated access for JJ to keep it intact. You lie your head mindlessly on his shoulder, perspiring but nevertheless still encapsulating a form of solace. Your hand gently smoothed over the coating of skin about his spine, persisting to delve into whatever it was JJ was saying.

“See this wrench right here?” He spoke, directing you with such ease, he feels the heat of your cheek rub against his shoulder, nodding your head yes. “Turn it, and then keep turning it until it’s tight enough okay?”

He drops the wrench into your palm, locking his fingers with yours for a split second only to slink an arm lazily around your shoulders. Part of him was elated at your sudden interest in one of his hobbies, the other part of him is wallowing in suspicion but, he won’t complain because it’s a little more time with you.

And he could always use a little more time with you.

Even a night apart is far too much to handle.

The cool metal is surrounded by your calloused digits, and JJ is already interjecting.

“Nah baby, that’s the wrong way, turn it towards me,” He chuckles slightly, mainly due to the fact that he just gave you exact directions not even a moment ago. It’s not frustrating though, no, it’s really amusement— plus, there’s a tiny frown plying to your features which he finds captivating.

Something that was miniscule to JJ, when you can’t even spin the wrench a notch to the left, almost like it was stuck. “Fuck! Why is it so hard to turn?!” You are muffled, gritting through your teeth, with a fully clenched jaw and it won’t budge. Though JJ, glides his finger tips up and down your arms, in reassurance that ‘it’ll happen’, even if it’s tomorrow at this rate.

“You’ll get it … just try again, pretty girl.”

He readjusts your grasp on the wrench, and you swat his hand away, trying to accomplish it on your own in this dire summer atmosphere.

“Don’t think you make a very good helper, baby.”

You shoot him a glare, knowing it’s fully said pit of love. He presses a wet kiss to your cheek, to compensate for his loving insult. It stains your the skin, as it’s sloppy and full of affection. Despite it, you elbow him with a nudge to his stomach and he’s winded, punishing him for pestering sweet nothings in your ear.

It took that last push for it to turn, and JJ is biting back his bottom lip in eagerness— the bolt anticipating it’s release. With a slight grunt, it’s turning, it’s turning, and it’s tight.

“Think I did it, J!”

“Tha’s my girl, did so good!”

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thewulf · 2 months

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I begging and dying for JJ Maybank comfort. Like reader is just going through it and JJ being the best “I got you baby” and just holding her forever and the pogues are just “awww they’re so cute” I just craveeee it

I LOVE THS hahaha I'm feeling hella sappy rn so a good old sweet comfort/comfort/comfort is needed

Thinking reader is just having a week from hell. Everything is going wrong, getting bad grades, parents are being assholes, you boss catches an attitude with you at work etc. and she just goes to the Chateau to chill away from it all thinking JJ was at work. He finds you crying on the dock and is hella sweet and loving. He takes you to the hammock and you guys get caught just sleeping in each others arms or something sweet :)

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goldengirlls · 2 years

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desire

warnings: 18 !!!! + innocence kink + age gap (readers in her 20's, he's in his mid 40's!!) + breeding kink + daddy kink jewelry fetish + cum play + slight degradation + overstimulation + hand kink + sex tape + exhibitionist

summary: his forever forbidden desire

a/n: here’s your ticket to hell !!! so this is my first time ever writing for him and im super excited to hear what people think !!

The faint paints and whines trembling from his needy lips echoed through the hall, making you stop when you heard him mutter Peach. Curiosity taking over your actions before you had time to think of what was happening you peeked through the cracked door and saw your ex boyfriends dad was getting off to the thought of you. Your thighs clenched together and a moan escaped your mouth before you had time to stop it, making his eyes shoot up and meeting yours.

“What are you doing here, Peach?” Sinister and hungry filled his words. His eyes wandered over your little fucking excuse of your dress, that covered little to nothing.

“I — I — ‘m sorry, I heard my nickname and I thought you —“ Your words made perfect sense in your head but came out jumbled and frantic. “I’m just gonna go and we can pretend this never happened.” You rambled trying to collect your thoughts and legs to take you anywhere but here but where stopped when you heard his voice ring through your ears.

“Peach, come here.” The low husky voice draws you to him.

They mentally undress you as you walk closer to him. Your legs seem to have a mind of their own, carrying you over to stand on the right side of his desk.

“I’m sorry Mr. May-“

“JJ.” His hands coming to rest on your hips, his eyes dark and hungry as he looks at your doe eyes then your fumbling hands.

“I— I’m so sorry, JJ. I — just uh heard my name and thought you were calling me.” Your eyes watch your fingers fidget, trying to look anywhere but the man you played with yourself to at night.

“You did hear your name.” His grip tightens on your waist as he scoots closer to you, eliciting a moan from you. And a smirk takes shape on his lips as he licks his lips.

Your eyes wander around the room, trying to process those five words he muttered. Your body has a mind of its own today as you step closer to him, his smirk grows wider.

“Did you like hearing your name falling from my lips?” His leg coming between yours, widening your stance. “Did you see me fucking my hand to you?”

A whimper falls from your lips, as you imagine him fucking his hand to thought of you like you touch yourself to him. Your lustful eyes finally meet him, his cheeks are rosy, hair disheveled and then you notice his cock imprint on his pants.

“Did you like it, Peach?” His voice breaks you out of your train of thoughts.

“Yes.” Her eyes twinkled, filled with lust and astonishment. Straight out of a bad porno but fuck if he cared.

“Yeah, Peach? Wanna see what you do to me?” His voice demanding and desperate as he pulls your body onto his lap, your legs on each side of him and his finger ghosting over your cheek bones.

Your face burns with desire as you hang onto every word he mutters out.

“Peach, you can’t expect me not to be hard when you walk around in short dresses and too small bikinis, that beg for attention. My attention.” Your hips absent mindlessly grind into his cock. His hands gripping your hips, rocking your body harder into his, “Did you like watching me touch myself, princess? I think you did and i’m pretty sure if i were to dip my fingers into the tight little pussy it’d tell me everything I needed to know.”

“Daddy.” Its whiney, needy and something you didn’t mean to fall from your lips.

His eyes darken, “Say it again.” His hands burning with desire squeezing the life out of your hips.

“Daddy.” Your doe eyes begging for him to touch your pussy.

His lips are on yours before you can mutter out another word. He’s pressing you harder into his slacks, as you grind into him he can feel how wet you are groaning into your mouth.

“Can I touch you, peach?” He mumbles into your mouth as you nod your head feverishly.

He has you wrapped around him and has your back on his pool table kissing your soul away. Deliciously obsessed with his desire. His lips everywhere and anywhere on you, needing to taste the sweetness that dripped off of you. His hands push your dress up above your tits and he swear’s not only could he cum at this moment but needed to take a million mental polaroids. A groan leaves his mouth, his teeth gently bite down on your pebbled nipple and his other rolling and tugging on your other. He bites on your nipple making you moan. He needs to mark you. Demands it. His tongue swirling around your nipples — pulling, tugging and most importantly marking you.

“Fuck, peach.” He moans against your nipple, “So pretty and needy for me.”

His eyes search yours one last time for any protest before his hands and mouth leave your body, quick and hungry to remove your thong from your body and spreading your legs apart.

“Did you make this mess for me? Are you that desperate for me to touch me?”

“Yes, daddy.” You whine arching your back and trying to grind his teasing fingers, “All for you.”

The ring traces the outline of your pussy and brushes against your clit, his lips brushing against your thighs and his tongue licking your wet clit. Two fingers plunge themselves into your pussy and moans. His lips suck on your bud, your thighs tighten around him as he becomes territorial. It becomes primal. The whines leave your lips encouraging his tongue. His tongue tracing your name and his, his fingers grow tired but the desire is deeper. He needed you to cum on his fingers and tongue. He needed to know how sweet you tasted — because in his dreams you tasted like heaven.

“ ‘m gonna cum daddy.” Your coil tightening and your mind hazey. Everytime your fingers dipped into your pussy at night you thought of him but you never imagined them feeling this good.

“Yeah? Peach I need you to cum. Bet you taste like peaches. Sweet and juicy. Cum for me. Cum for me so I can fuck you.”

Your hips snap in the air and your legs squeeze around his head. Your hands searching for his hair and pulling it impossibly hard as you cum around his fingers and tongue. He drinks all of you in. Sweet as a peach. Licking his fingers and you clean.

“Good girl.” His fingers brush your peach cheekbones and placing a kiss on your lips, “Can we try something? Can you be a good girl for daddy?”

You nod your head and mutter a yes out to fucked out and still coming down from you high. You hear a beep and tilt your head up and that's when you see the camera. “Need to remember the first time I destroyed you for anyone else, peach.”

You whimper at the thought of him watching this back as he masturbates to you. He walks back over to you, his hands cupping your cheeks and kissing your swollen lips. He has you on your feet and chest pressed against the fabric of the pool table.

“Shh — my sweet peach, no need to whine. Daddy’s right here and he’s gonna take care of you.” He whispers behind you, his cold hands ghost over your spine as he grinds his slacks against your dripping core. “You know I’m always gonna take care of my favorite girl.” His lips press themselves littering kisses around your neck.

“Now I need you to be my good girl and look straight ahead,” he moves your head so you're facing the screen in front of you. “I’m not asking, I’m telling you to watch me fuck you on that screen.”

“Yes sir.” You moan out when his hands grab your neck and bring your sweet lips to his.

“That’s my good girl, peach.”

You hear his pants hit the floor and the rest of his clothes and then you feel it. His cock angry and red. His thumb smears the pre cum around his tip and his tip grazes your clit collecting the left over mess from before.

“Peach?” He whispers in your ear.

“Yes?” You turn your head to look at him.

“You’re mine.” You hear him loud and clear. And with that he slowly sinks his angry cock into your pussy, swearing under his breath muttering how tight you were and that he was in heaven. He continues his slow movements until your pussys hugging his cock. JJ swears he’s never felt anything so tight and needy. The moans and sounds he pulls from your body are pornographic. This was his new favorite movie.

“Fuck Peach —did my son not fuck you enough?” He moaned fucking into your deeper and brushing your g’spot, his arm wrapping around you to bring your back to his chest and his fingers work your clit.

“He - we fuck daddy right there. He wouldn’t touch me down there.” You whine out and for a moment he stops his hips, his fingers graze your jawline admiring the state you were in — cock drunk and beautiful.

It’s like a switch flipped. He becomes primal. His urge to fill you up with his cum is feral — just like the obsessed look in his eyes. He needed you to cum again so he could cum and fill you up over and over again. He needed to feel you clench around his cock demanding him let you cum. He wanted to watch you beg and whine for him.

“Why.” His hips snap roughly, one hand rolling your nipples between his fingers, his hands smearing the mess on your clit from earlier. His desire consuming his body.

“Because— because I only wanted you to touch me.” Those words music to his ears, “ I — can I cum?” You piece words together that seem more like syllables. Your mind hazy and jumbled.

“Peach, be a good girl and cum for me.” His pace sloppy, looking for his release but not before you. He could cum at the thought of him being the only Maybank to fuck you. The thought of you allowing him to videotape you. But most importantly he’s gonna cum because he can feel you squeezing the life out of him before you cum around his cock whining his name.

“Fuck ‘m cumming.” He grunts, your body flush against his as he fills you up, fucking all of his cum deep inside you. You two stay like that for a moment until he slowly pulls himself out only to have you whine already feeling empty without him.

He grabs his shirt, placing it on you, turning you towards him. His hands wander around your cheeks, brushing your puffy lips and your hooded eyes follow his movements with every move he makes. He presses his forehead against yours, noses brushing and the smell of you two lingering in the air.

“I meant what I said.” His voice horse and needy, “You’re mine, Peach.”

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andy-15-07 · 2 months

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can you do a fic where JJ and Y/n Maybank are married for so many years and they have two teenages , boy and girl and the boy is oldre than his sister ad they argue because his sister is dating Rafe Cameron's son , and JJ and Y/n are trying to stop them

Family Ties

masterlist ! pairing: JJ Maybank x wife!reader

Outer Banks Masterlist

In the cozy Maybank household, the air was thick with tension as JJ and Y/n sat at the kitchen table, their brows furrowed in concern. Their two teenagers, a boy and a girl, stood before them, their arms crossed defiantly.

"Mom, Dad, you just don't understand!" the teenage girl, Emma, exclaimed, her voice tinged with frustration. "I love him, and he loves me. Why can't you accept that?"

JJ ran a hand through his hair, exchanging a worried glance with Y/n. "Emma, we're not saying we don't trust your judgment," he began, his tone pleading. "But you have to understand the history between our families and Rafe Cameron's."

"Exactly!" the teenage boy, Jake, interjected, his arms folded across his chest. "Why would you want to get involved with someone from that family? They're trouble, Emma."

Emma's eyes flashed with defiance. "You don't get to tell me who I can and can't love, Jake. Just because you're older doesn't mean you know everything."

Y/n sighed, her heart heavy with worry. "Kids, please, we're just trying to protect you. We know firsthand the dangers that come with getting involved with the Camerons."

"But that's not fair!" Emma exclaimed, her voice breaking with emotion. "You can't judge Rafe's son based on his father's actions. He's not responsible for what his dad did."

JJ exchanged a pained look with Y/n, realizing the truth in Emma's words. "You're right, sweetheart," he admitted, his voice softening. "We shouldn't judge him based on his father's mistakes. But you have to understand why we're worried."

Jake stepped forward, his expression earnest. "Emma, we just don't want to see you get hurt," he said, his voice tinged with concern. "We've seen firsthand the chaos that surrounds the Camerons. We don't want you to get caught up in that."

Emma's resolve wavered, her gaze flickering between her parents and her brother. "I know you're just looking out for me," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I love him, and I believe in him. Please, just give him a chance."

JJ and Y/n exchanged a silent look, their hearts heavy with worry. They knew they couldn't control their children's feelings, but they also couldn't ignore the dangers that lurked in the shadows.

Finally, JJ spoke, his voice filled with resignation. "Okay, Emma," he said, his tone weary. "We'll give him a chance. But if anything goes wrong, promise us you'll come to us."

Emma nodded, a sense of relief washing over her. "I promise, Dad," she said, her voice filled with gratitude.

Y/n wrapped her arms around her children, holding them close. "We love you both so much," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. "We just want what's best for you."

As the tension melted away, replaced by a sense of unity and understanding, the Maybank family embraced, their bond stronger than ever. And as they faced the uncertain future together, they knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would overcome them as a family, united in love and resilience.

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RUMOR HAS IT (pt. 7)

(Drew Starkey one-shot)

This is not a full on story but if you want more l'll be happy to add on upon request

Plot: in which drew and isobel address a false rumor in the most abstract of ways

Setting: dinner with the cooper’s and starkey’s

Disclaimer: Isobel is an OC, 18+

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PART 6

The holidays’ with the Cooper and Starkey family were filled with a multitude of dinners, business events, and surprises that did not seem to dim as the years have passed by. Since Isobel and Drew left for college they made it a tradition to host a dinner in honor of their return from fall semester of school. Each year they alternated hosts, and since Drew’s family hosted last year they were having dinner at Isobel’s.

She loved coming home for the holiday’s and spending time with her parents. Being so far away gave her a lot of opportunity to miss them, and most of the time when her mother, Lora, came up stairs to question her until she worked her way up to asking about a possible boyfriend she didn’t mind, but this year was different and the reason was because of the boy who was downstairs hopefully keeping his cool around their fathers.

“Isobel, I just refuse to believe no man has tried to get your attention at University.” Her mom exasperated, her hands waving in the air with so much sass. She was so animated, something Isobel always found endearing about her. She also has inherited this dramatic characteristic, but it came out most when she was around her, when she was the most comfortable to truly be herself.

She hated how it was inevitable that she was going to have to lie to her mother over the course of the break. Sure, she didn’t have to share all of her personal business with her, but it didn’t make her feel any less guilt for pretending like she wasn’t involved with her father’s business partner’s son. The relationship they had with the Starkey family added a layer of complexity to the entire situation, and only added to her anxiety about the truth coming out.

“I’m not gonna settle for what that school has to offer, Mom.“ Isobel responded. Apart from her dwindling interest in dating since her last relationship, she’d always lived by this sentiment ever since being exposed to what her college had to offer. There were cute guys of course, but none she would enter into a serious relationship with.

Drew did not fall into that category of men that attended her university for a multitude of reasons. She’d known him going on ten years now, he was the son of a very successful man that happened to be in business with her father, and above all else he was a friend—something she was realizing meant much more to her then it did a few weeks ago.

It was an effort to meet her mother’s gaze, but when she did it her eyes were filled with what seemed to be pride. When tears slithered onto her water line she knew her mother was about to start gushing and getting all sentimental as she did every time they were apart, “I just don’t know how I got so lucky to have such a resilient woman as my daughter.”

Isobel’s heart squeezed, her mother always had the ability to appreciate the things about her that truly mattered. She still complimented her beauty more than anyone she knew, but from a young age before she matured physically, she always felt special with what she had to offer internally because of her.

“Mom, I’m the lucky one.” She wrapped her arms around her in a gentle hug, Isobel knew her mom would be the most understanding when it came to finding out about Drew, even if their relationship never progressed past what it was currently, but she also knew it would hurt her to know Isobel felt she couldn’t confide in her. She’d always known Isobel had trouble expressing her feelings, and because of that she never pressured her into it—but still when Lora found out she’d waited weeks to tell anyone she was being cheated on, she held her in her arms so long it made it up for all the time Isobel had spent hurting in silence, “I promise you will be the first to know when there’s another guy.”

Drew had always been in her life, and though he seemed to now view her as more than a friend, that’s all it was at the moment. Lust and pure infatuation. Neither one of them had expressed wanting more, and to Isobel a few hookups was not worth spilling the beans to her family or friends—especially with his past. She’d already been the girl who was blindly cheated on, and she did not want to be viewed as just another one of Drew’s conquests. She knew she wouldn’t be able to take the pity this time because she knows what she is getting herself into and how it could potentially end—and to Isobel that was far worse.

“You only tell me when you’re ready.” Her mother stated, sighing before standing to walk into her closet to fetch the dresses she purchased for her to wear to different occasions over break. Isobel knew she was spoiled, but her mother took pride in refreshing her closet when she was away, and if she objected she would only be ignored, “Okay, my darling girl black satin or white satin with pearls.”

The emphasis on the last option told her which dress her mother was leaning towards, “Mom, I’m twenty-two I can dress myself.”

“I know you can, but let me have my fun during the holidays, this was my favorite thing to do when you were a little girl.” She gave Isobel the the widest smile, one that she passed down to her, raising the white dress up higher in the air now completely revealing her preference of the two choices.

Isobel playfully rolled her eyes with a sigh before taking the hangers from her hands and slipping in the bathroom to get ready.

Drew’s parents and brother were on the way when he went into one of the guest rooms of what had practically been his second home for the last decade. He packed a suit so he could just get ready and save the hassle of driving to his house and back.

Clad in a casual dinner attire, black slacks and a green button up with no tie, he stepped out of the room he’d spent so many nights in. As soon as the door latched shut his father’s voice could be heard from the formal den where they always had cocktails before dinner, “…everything is set up for him, let’s just hope he doesn’t go back on his word in the next five months.”

He knew his father was talking about him and the job offer that had been waiting for Drew ever since he walked across that stage at his high school graduation. He’d been allowed a grace period before he accepted his fate, in which he tried to find different passions in college but nothing ever stuck—everything led back to Cooper & Starkey Inc. Charles Starkey didn’t like Drew’s hesitation in joining the family business, he’d always made that known, especially in the last four years, and when he wasn’t verbalizing it you could see the disapproval set deep in his eyes. He still had a great relationship with his father, but he hated how the topic of Drew’s future could so easily damper their bond.

“Well isn’t it the man of the hour, Drew.” Richard Cooper’s deep voice barreled through the room, a smile spread across his lips that reminded him of the girl that had been clawing at his mind for the past few weeks.

Drew greeted him with a handshake, to which the massive man yanked his arm and pulled him into a hug. They patted each other on the back as men tended to do, and Drew once again found himself wondering how Richard found himself in finance when he looked like a competing body builder. He’d always reminded him of Mr. Bubbles from Lilo & Stitch, it was his first impression of him that first day he came over to meet with his father to start their company. He always appreciated that Richard never pressured him into making a decision about the job offer, though he wasn’t his father, they were so close that his opinion did mean something. And those days when Charles was coming down on him about procrastinating, Richard simply telling Drew to take his time meant more than he knew.

“How are you, Cooper?” Drew smiled as they pulled away and sighed in amusement when he began dramatically inspecting him for anything out of place as he always did. Richard always thought that Mr. Cooper was too formal for how much time their families spent with each other, so they settled on Drew just calling him Cooper years ago. His eye twitched at the idea of him somehow picking up that he’d been messing around with his daughter just from the simple once over.

“I trust you got Isobel home without any issues.” His father interjected completely killing the moment—just as he was serious about the company he had the same attitude toward’s Richard’s daughter, especially if Drew had anything to do with her. He swiftly stood up from the sofa and walking over towards them with his younger brother Chandler following behind. Charles also looked extremely well for his age, not as built as Cooper but still youthful nonetheless.

Chandler’s eyes brightened at the mentioning of Isobel and it took all of Drew’s restraint not to visibly show his annoyance at how pathetic his little brother’s crush on her was. It started two years ago when he turned sixteen, they were all home for the summer in the back by the family pool when Isobel showed up in a little black bikini that would push him over the edge if he ever saw her in it now. But it was his little brother who’d taken a long, thorough look at Isobel and hadn’t been the same since. Everytime she was around Chandler’s face turned entirely red while his mouth was hindered useless in her presence.

Everyone found his little crush endearing and harmless, she was obviously older so nothing would ever come out of it—and it definitely was not reciprocated on her end. The entire family teased Chandler about it, but now that he was maturing and graduating high school this year Drew hoped his infatuation for her would die down a bit. He found it pathetic to be in a situation where he was jealous of his little brother crushing on the girl he was hooking up with, though the fact that he saw Isobel in a romantic aspect before he ever did was at the very forefront of his mind.

Drew had gotten to her first in a physical way, but actually noticing her for all she was and the little things that really mattered—he’d came up short—and that made him feel like the biggest fool.

“Relax, Charles, she’s upstairs in her room with Lora getting ready.” Cooper cracked a smile at how unnecessarily serious Drew’s father could get. His father just shrugged his shoulder’s as if he were saying ‘can you blame me for asking?’

The boy ignored his old man, taking a sip of his whiskey to simmer the annoyance rumbling in his chest, he knew he could be unreliable, but if there was a thing they could trust him with it was Isobel. “How’s it going, kid?” Drew asked Chandler, who always seemed to be on their dad’s good side.

“Everything’s good, it’ll be even better soon.” He gave Drew a lopsided grin, his eyes stuck on the entrance to the den, obviously anticipating someone’s arrival.

Cooper and his father had broken off into their own conversation near the bar, so Drew decided to mess with Chandler a little before everyone came down, “You know you’re eighteen now, don’t you think it’s about time you stop obsessing over the girl?”

“I actually think the opposite, that just means I’m now man enough to handle a woman that fine.” Chandler finally settled his sole attention on Drew, most likely just interested in the subject of the conversation, “You do know she is a woman right, Drew?”

He knew Chandler wasn’t referring to Isobel’s age, but his obvious blindness towards her. All the time they’d all spent together, and Drew had never shown any attraction towards her. It had never been a thought between the families, no encouragement for the two to date—if anything his father subliminally insisted on the exact opposite.

He was always content with their lack of interest in their relationship, especially with going to a prestigious high school where teenagers were being coerced into modern day arranged relationships like it was a sport. Now thinking back it would’ve felt nice if their family felt he was suited to to take care of Isobel, because the way his head was turning now it would be his absolute honor. Though, he couldn’t blame them for never seeing the stability in a potential relationship between Drew and Isobel. Not once had he shown them an instance where he could be man enough to be a good boyfriend to a woman, let alone to their precious gem. They didn’t deem him worthy of possessing such treasure, as he wasn’t sure he was either.

He’d shown he could protect Isobel but not love her the way she deserved to be loved.

“That girl is so gorgeous, Richard, you and Lora created an angel.” His mother’s velvety voice flowed into the room before he could respond to his brother whose attention was now back on the entrance where Lora and his mom, Catherine stood, “Drew, baby, come give your mommy a hug my little bear.”

Drew immediately walked over despite his head hanging low, ears burning in embarrassment at the nickname she insisted using at all times. He loved her regardless of the various endearments because where his father put fear of him being a disappointment she always made up for, “I missed you Mom.”

The way that his mom loved him made him feel like he was capable of spreading that same feeling to someone else, because if he could love his mom that much he could definitely love another woman just as effortlessly. When they finally pulled apart she grabbed his face in admiration before quickly falling back into conversation with Lora about whatever they’d been doing upstairs with Isobel.

“Get all your compliments out about Isobel before she comes down, you know she hates being the center of attention.” Lora softly smiled, they were both extremely reserved at times, and for a split second Drew saw an uncanny glimpse of Isobel in her. Of course they’d always reminded him of each other but now seeing the similarities left more of meaningful impression.

“I find that extremely ironic seeing as she’s always the last person to be ready.” Cooper’s humor pulled a laugh out of everyone in the room as it always did.

He could put a smile on everyone’s face even when it wasn’t his intent, it made him all the more likable to more than just their family, and Drew wondered if a man like Cooper would approve of him being with his daughter.

“Let’s have another drink before the princess gets her hand’s on the champagne.” Even her parents knew about her tendency to be a lightweight. Isobel had accidentally over served herself, and by over served that just meant having two glasses of champagne one night at a business event their father’s hosted after she turned twenty one. Drew tried to keep her intoxicated state under wraps, but when she got up to go to the restroom and knocked over the welcome sign it was no use. No one took it too seriously if anything it made the night that much more enjoyable, that’s what he enjoyed about his family when they were surrounded by the Cooper’s, everything felt so much lighter.

It was similar to how he felt these past three weeks with Isobel, and it was nothing like he felt before.

“What are you all laughing about?” Isobel suddenly graced the room with effortless strides.

She was wearing a silky black dress that adorned her body in a way that made Drew’s stomach twist in a knot and heart squeeze in his chest. He knew from the sight of the bronze gleam on her naked shoulders that she smelled divine and his nose itched to smell her intoxicating scent. Her hair was pulled from her face, falling behind her back with the tips most likely grazing the top of her backside. He’d noticed that about her the other night at his party, how her hair swayed just above her ass in a tempting gesture as she walked away from him to leave the house and take the girls to the bar.

“Nothing to worry your head about my girl.” Cooper answered as he stared at her with evident pride in his eyes saving her the embarrassment of bringing up her little drunken indiscretion.

It always baffled Drew how Isobel could walk into a room like she didn’t have the ability to steal everyone’s very last breathe from their lungs. Always so coy and oblivious to how much of a force she truly was.

Cooper referred to Drew as the man of the hour, but the only way to appropriately describe Isobel in this moment was as the woman of the entire century.

“I hate to admit it but she’s always had better taste than me.” He heard Lora mumbling to his mother and he smiled knowing they’d been up there trying to dress her up. “Stop that Lora, the white dress will be perfect for the cocktail tomorrow night.” his mom comforted her friend.

He forced himself to look away from Isobel before he did something she would deem obvious to their situation, looking over to see Chandler’s face red with heat as expected, his blue eyes wide with awe, “Think you’ll be able to actually form a sentence for her this time Chan?”

Isobel rushed to to hug everyone, she genuinely missed every person in his room while she was away and the time it took to get through all of them said as much. Chandler cheeks bloomed as he shyly wrapped his arms around her, giving her a simple wave and a quiet ‘hi’ when she pulled away, and she couldn’t help but giggle to herself as she turned towards Charles to greet her second favorite man.

She saved Drew for last and as she approached him bearing a suit on his lean body it dawned on her it probably would’ve of been easier to just get him out of the way first because she knew no matter how short she was in his embrace it would leave lasting effects on her body long after. She moved towards him before she could overthink and draw more attention. She all but tripped into his arms, Drew catching her body so swiftly no one seemed to notice her little stumble.

“Careful there, Is.” Drew whispered while his hands held her waist, but for her that may as well have been a sound bath as the words caused the deepest vibration to rumbled out out of his chest right against hers.

She turned her head and placed her ear on his chest as he squeezed her in a comfortable grip, when she heard the steady pattern of his heart beat she wondered if he could feel her’s erratically beating in her chest. She didn’t relax in his arms, she couldn’t or she would melt. The material of her dress was thin, and right now every part of his body and stitch of his suit felt like it was pressing against the entirety of the front of her. She felt both of their hearts pumping when she heard the intake of breathe from above her head, knowing he was smelling her and as weird as it may seem it only made heat rush down her spine. Her fingers gripped the back of his suit tightly, and just as he she began to melt and Drew started to release a shaky exhale, he stepped away.

She quickly sobered, Drew standing behind her as she turned towards everyone. They had a three second hug filled with what felt like an eternity of emotions, and needed to pretend like it was nothing.

“Would you like anything to drink tonight before we go into the dining room, Honey?” Isobel’s mother asked while walking over to the counter to refresh her drink.

Alcohol would definitely ease her nerves and slow the blood that was rushing to her heart from that hug, but under these circumstances she knew it wasn’t in her best interest. She quickly glanced at Drew who was staring blankly into his glass before she turned back to her mother, “No, I’m not drinking tonight.”

Everyone proceeded to burst into laughter from all around the room and Isobel’s cheeks flushed, now more than aware of what they were talking about before she came into the den, “You guys are annoying.” She groaned before walking out of the room to the dining area, her hair swaying just as he expected.

Drew stood there amused as everyone fell in step behind her, Cooper and Lora apologizing to her with giggles spilling out after each word.

“Drew and I will join everyone shortly, don’t wait up.” His father stated, catching Drew off guard as he twisted to face him with furrowed brows. He really wasn’t in the mood for a ‘talk’ with his father that would ultimately end in both of their moods being ruined.

When he saw the pointed look on his face he relented and walked over to the sofa.

“I’m really proud of you, son.” His father’s words came off as genuine as he topped off Drew’s whiskey. Drew wanted to fully appreciate this moment, but the alcohol signified something was looming.

“Thanks, Dad.” He smiled, the two tilting their glasses as he sat adjacent to him on the feathered filled cushions.

His father sat silently, but his eyes said a thousand things as they studied him. He didn’t want to fidget under his gaze, he just wanted to sit comfortably with his dad without judgement coming from him. Drew hated how he had become used to their conversations turning sour to the point where he was bracing himself for it.

Cooper’s hearty laughter bellowed into the room from the dining area and as if on cue his father spoke, “I really am pleased that you accepted the job offer, all I ever wanted was for you to be apart of the company with us.”

In all honesty Drew had done everything he could to avoid working in the family industry. Looking back he wasn’t so sure why he’d been so adverse to the idea. It could’ve been the silver spoon he had in his mouth since he was a young boy or he could attribute it all to just plain boyish immaturity. But now with graduation a semester away it seemed like the only thing that made sense in this impending period of change. It was the same calming feeling he got the first time he kissed Isobel, as soon as he did it the feeling of facing the effects of their actions the next day didn’t scare him.

And now that two weeks had passed each intimate moment between them made him a little bit more accepting of the future.

“Yeah, it felt nice to take that next step, I’m looking forward to it.” He truthfully spoke, though he could relate his sentiments to more than just the job. As messy as getting involved with Isobel was he would never go back, it was a risk he was willing to take. He went with a curious feeling in his gut, and the more that feeling developed the more it felt like a sure thing.

Charles pulled him into a hug and in this moment Drew felt fulfilled, for once he felt like he’d made the right choice. Although, his father words from earlier rang in his ears.

Let’s just hope he doesn’t go back on his word in the next five months.

Then suddenly Isobel’s giggle flowing in the air as it traveled down the hall pulled him out of his thoughts before he spiraled in a fit of self doubt. He needed to exceed his father’s expectations but on his own terms because at the end of the day it was what Drew wanted that mattered.

“I hope nothing is happening that will jeopardize your transition to C&S, Drew.” Charles expressed after pulling away, a layer of animosity stitched within his tone.

Drew knew better than to react, he needed to tread lightly because he knew how his father moved when he was trying to get information out of him. He didn’t know exactly what he was getting at, but he didn’t want to give anything away before he could find out, “Dad I’m committed to the company you don’t have to worry about that.”

“Good because otherwise I’d advise you to end whatever could affect that.” He spoke hypothetically, but the the look in his eyes held exactly what Isobel was trying to avoid. She would have a freak out if she knew this conversation was going on. Or was he just being paranoid? “I’m positive it won’t come to that.” Drew reassured him then knocked back the rest of his drink, making the lie all the more bitter on his tongue.

Charles got up with a laugh and glanced at Drew, shaking his head in amusement at whatever was going on in that wandering mind of his, “You’re really quick with your hands you know, but that’s what I should expect after all those years of baseball right?”

His father again chuckled to himself at his own words. Drew had felt a a number of things during that short hug with Isobel, and he was sure she did too—like a mutual feeling between the two that they kept to themselves. Though it only took Isobel’s tiny stumble and him catching her to raise his father’s suspicions.

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PART EIGHT

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honeybear-yammy · 1 year

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i loved the perv!rafe!! can u try doing perv!jj??

More Than Friends, Less Than Lovers

Warnings: cursing, smut, mentions of drinking, prev!JJ, mentions of sex, nudity

Pairings: JJ Maybank x Female Pogue Reader

Summary: In which Y/N finds out that JJ has strong sexual feelings for her but, she secretly feels the same way.

You ran your hands through your wet hair as the water from the shower head ran over your now sun-kissed skin. You had been out on the marsh all day on the H.M.S Pogue with John B, JJ, Kiara, Sarah, Pope, and Cleo. You guys pretty much went out on the marsh every single day. You didn't really care if you were blowing off classes or not as long as you all were having the time of your lives.

You all had decided that since it was dark out and you all had drank a lot that all of you were going to stay the night at John B's place. You finished washing up and once you felt nice and refreshed you got out of the shower and dried you hair and body off as best you could before wrapping the towel around yourself. You knew that no one should even be in the Chateau anyways so you were safe to go out with just your towel to go find some clothes from your bag.

You were searching though your bag for clothes but never noticed the blonde boy standing in the doorway eyeing you. When you found something that you wanted to wear, you stood up and your eyes widened when you saw him standing there. JJ's eyes were glued to you. You held the soft towel closer to yourself but, you couldn't deny that the encounter had turned you on.

"I- what are you doing?" You asked JJ quietly. His gaze finally left your poorly covered body before looking up at your eyes. "What are you doing?" He asked as he corked a brow. "I just- uhm- I was just showering and I came out to my bag to try and find some clothes to put on." You said nervously. JJ smirked when he could hear how nervous you were in your voice. "Well, if it was up to me, you don't need to wear anything, baby." He said with a smirk.

"I- what?" You asked in shock as you eyes widened. "You herd me, sweetheart." He smirked. You weren't sure if he was serious or if he was just kidding. JJ had always tended to joke around like that with you and all of the other girls in the friend group but, Kiara, Sarah and Cleo had always told you that when JJ would make those kind of jokes with you, it seemed like he was serious. You gaze met his again and you could feel your arousal between your legs. Then out of nowhere you decided to do what he said and you stepped out away from your bag before letting go of the towel, letting it fall to the floor by your feet.

JJ looked almost shocked that you really undressed yourself in front of him but, that didn't stop his eyes from lingering down your body, his gaze stopping for awhile at your breasts. You felt a blush creeping up along your cheeks. He looked up at you and had a devilish smirk on his face before he walked over to you. You looked up at the blonde boy. "Well?" You asked with a small smirk. "You were the one that wanted me to get undressed for you, now it's your move." You said as your smirk got bigger. JJ grinned and pulled you into a heated and passionate kiss. As the two of you kissed, he lifted you up off the ground.

You wrapped your legs around his waist and snaked your arms around his neck and shoulders. He carried you into John B's room before gently tossing you onto the bed, causing you to giggle and bite your lip. JJ smirked and crawled onto the bed, crawling on top of you and once he was hovering over you he kissed you passionately once again. As the two of you were making out, you realized what the two of you were doing and pulled away even though you didn't want to. "Wait.." You said softly as you rested your hand on his chest.

"What is it?" JJ asked. "What about everyone else?" You asked. "They're right outside. And we are literally about to fuck in John B's bedroom." You said. You noticed a devilish smirk had appeared on his face. "Are you sure this is a good idea?" You asked. "Good idea?" He asked. "It's a fucking fantastic idea." He laughed. "Honestly, I don't really give a shit if any of them walk in on us or if John B finds out we fucked in his bed. Honestly, it would probably turn him on knowing that his two best friends fucked in his bedroom, on his bed." JJ said.

You chuckled a little at what he said. "Alright just, please don't try to get us caught." You said. "Alright." He said with a chuckle before kissing you once again. He started to kiss along your jawline before kissing down your neck heading for your chest. Once he got to your breasts, he stopped and his hands came up to cup your tits. He looked up at you and gave you a mischievous smile before he latched his mouth onto your right nipple. You gasped and your back arched a little as he did so. You tangled your fingers in the blonde boys hair as he continued to suck on your hardened bud.

After a few minutes he switched, giving your left breast the attention he lacked to give it earlier. You bit your lip and whimpered softly as JJ continued to suck on your bud. After giving your breasts all that attention he started to kiss down your stomach but, you stopped him. He looked up at you confused on why you had stopped him from continuing. "Is something wrong?" JJ asked. "I can stop if you want." He said softly. "I- no no, it's not that I just.." You whimpered and bit your lip before looking away from the blonde boy.

"What is it, baby?" JJ asked with a small smirk, now realizing that this was about something else. "I need more.." You whispered quietly. "Need what? What is it that you need, baby?" He asked as his smirk grew even more. "I need you.." You said as you looked back at the blonde boy once again. "I just.. I don't wanna wait any longer." You whined. "I need you inside of me." You whimpered. "That's all you had to say, princess." JJ said with a smirk before he got off of the bed and got undressed. He got back onto the bed and spread your legs before positioning himself between your legs.

You bit your lip, waiting to feel him inside of you. You already knew that you had a crush on JJ and you wanted him like this but, you didn't realize that he wanted you just as much and you wanted him. You sucked a breath in before he slowly entered your soaked cunt. You gasped and your back arched off the bed but, JJ pinned you back down onto the bed. The feeling of JJ stretching your pussy out was an amazing feeling to you. You fucking loved it. You knew that JJ's size was probably fairly big but, you didn't realize that he'd be this big.

He pinned your hands above your heads and gave you a few seconds to adjust to his size before he began to thrust into you. You gasped and moaned out as he began to fuck you. The feeling of his mushroom tip dragging across your gummy walls drove you crazy with pleasure. He leaned down and began to kiss and suck on the soft skin on your neck. You moaned out as you put your head back. The feeling of JJ thrusting into you was euphoric. You had never been fucked this good before.

You began to roll your hips as he thrusted into you. He let out a low groan as he thrusted into you and you met his thrusts. You felt that familiar knot brewing in the bottom of your stomach and you knew that you were going to cum any second now. You clenched around JJ's hardened cock, signaling to him that you were about to cum. "Fuck.." He moaned. "Are you gonna cum for me, princess?" JJ asked with a smirk before he moaned out. "Shit! Yeah, I'm gonna cum!" You moaned out loudly.

"Come on, cum for me, baby." He said. With that your eyes rolled, your legs trembled and a scream tore through your throat as you gushed all over his cock. JJ thrusted into you a few more times before coming himself, shooting his load deep inside of you, painting your walls white. He let go of your hands, freeing them from his grip as he slowly pulled out of your now sensitive pussy. You gasped a little and began to catch your breath. "Fuck, that was amazing." You said with a breathless giggle. "Fuck, I know." He said with a chuckle. "Your pussy is 100% the best one I've ever hit." He said with a smirk.

As the two of you were talking and trying to catch your breath while you were still unclothed, you didn't even notice John B standing there at the door staring at the two of you in shock. When you and JJ finally noticed John B standing there your eyes widened as you covered up your naked body with the blanket. "You two fucked in my bedroom on my bed?!" John B yelled slightly. "Fuck yeah we did." JJ said with a smirk. "And I'd fucking do it again." JJ said with a devilish smile.

Author's Note: tysm for reading!

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The Fifth Day of Kinkmas: Nipple Piercings | JJ Maybank

Warnings: cursing, smut, nipple play, mentions of sex

Pairings: JJ Maybank x Female Pogue Reader

Summary: In which, when Y/N is sleeping over at JJ's house, she tells him that her piercings finally healed.

Author's Note: sorry this one is short.

12 Days of Kinkmas Masterlist

You were laying beside JJ, snuggled up in his side when you looked up at him. "Mm.. Jayj?" You asked quietly. "Yeah cupcake?" He asks. "I have something I have to tell you." You said as you sat up slowly. JJ followed you and sat up as well before looking your way. "Okay, what is it?" He asked as he tilted his head. "I mean it isn't a big deal or anything but... my piercings healed." You said with a giggle. "I- you're nipple piercings?" He said with a grin.

"Yup!" You said with a smirk. "Wanna see them?" You asked. "Fuck yeah I do!" He said as he was quick to peel your top off of your body before discarding it somewhere on the floor. You smirked when you saw JJ's face. He was looking at your tits like he was a kid in a candy store. "Well, don't just sit in stare. Come on, touch them." You said with a giggle as you moved your long hair out of the way. His hands slowly moved up your sides before they reached your breasts.

He put his hands on top of them before gently squeezing them. You bit your lip as you watched him play with your tits. He massaged them for a little bit before gently tugging on your nipples, causing you to gasp and whimper. "Fuck.." You said quietly with a sigh. JJ just smirked before leaning down to suck on your left nipple. You gasped and moaned out, running your hands through his soft blonde hair as he continued to suck on it, massaging your right breast with his hand. He sucked on it for a few minutes before pulling back.

"Well we need to give the other one love, now don't we?" He said with a grin before moving to your right tit, drawing the hardened bud into his mouth, sucking on it. You put your head back and closed your eyes but your eyes quickly shot back open and you gasped when JJ gently bit down on your nipple. He pulled back to admire your tits before looking up at you with a smirk. "I am going to have so much damn fun with these tits tonight." He said with a devilish smirk.

Author's Note: tysm for reading!

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fairydvsts-blog · 9 months

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𝐢 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

JJ Maybank x fem!reader

"i love you" in Taylor Swift's lyrics masterlist

summary; your husband gives JJ a maintenence job at your vacation house and you spend all summer crushing over your hot new employee

warnings; characters are aged up (both characters are in their mid/late 20's), cheating, SMUT, dirty talk, some neck grabbing, female masturbation, overstimulation, squirting, praising, p in v, unprotected sex. I feel like this shit is LONG af!

a/n; english isn't my first language, so you might find mistakes; I'm open to constructive criticism. Enjoy!

It was a very warm afternoon in Outer Banks. The sky was completely clear —there wasn't a single cloud in sight— and the sun was shining brighter than ever, but that was not what had gotten you all hot and bothered.

JJ Maybank, the new maintenance guy, was.

As you were lounging on the deck chair beside the pool, holding some random book you weren't paying attention to in your hands, you couldn't take your eyes off him. Being a hundred per cent honest, it had been that way since your husband hired him a few weeks ago. Luckily for you, neither of them seemed to have noticed yet.

You felt guilty for being attracted to him, though. You had been married for two years, and you were supposed to be in love with your husband, not craving other man's touch. But you couldn't help it. There was something about JJ that was drawing you like a moth to the flame; maybe it was his gorgeous blue eyes, his silky blonde hair, or his ripped muscles, or maybe it was all of them together, either way, you had managed to suppress your feelings for what felt like ages in order to not ruin your wonderful —but really boring— marriage.

Little did you know that your self-control was about to go to shit.

You had tried to focus on your reading for several minutes, and to date, you had failed miserably. Your mind kept going back to earlier that day, when JJ had brushed past you in the hallway, remembering how you had looked right into his alluring eyes, wishing for him to push you against the wall and to fuck you right there and then. You had to cross your legs at the thought, feeling your bikini bottom getting wetter by the second.

It was wrong and forbidden, you knew it, but in some way, that made it more exciting.

You stared at him through your sunglasses, mesmerised by the way his sweaty golden muscles glistened under the sun rays as he mowed the lawn. You were so busy imagining how his wet skin would feel against your own that you hadn't noticed the furtive looks he was giving you.

Your mouth almost watered when you saw him grabbing the hem of his sleeveless t-shirt to take it off. He threw it on the floor next to him and then he reached for the garden hose soaking himself with it to cool off. He ran his big hands through his blonde locks to accommodate his hair after that; the veins of his arms on display for you to see.

You swore you saw it all happening in slowmo. The little smirk that appeared in his face just seconds later while he shortly glanced at you gave you butterflies.

You realised something: he was doing it on purpose.

And, oh lord, that just made you want him even more. You were so horny that, for a moment, you thought you were about to literally combust in the spot.

Without giving it a second thought, you gave into the desires you had been repressing for weeks now.

You dropped your book instantly, grabbing the strings that held your blue bikini top in place to untie them. Your top dropped, leaving you exposed in front of a man that was not your husband, but you couldn't care less about that fact. His eyes widened because of the scene occurring before him, but he didn't look away at any moment, mesmerised by the sight of the woman of his dreams pouring tanning oil over her almost naked body.

He had to be delirious, right? The heat was making him delusional, that must be it.

Whether it was true or not, the boner forming in his trousers was pretty real so he picked up his t-shirt, using it to cover himself before he started walking towards the back door of the house. He had to leave before he did something stupid, like accidentally fucking his boss' wife while he was away on some business trip.

"I have finished for the day, Mrs. Ross. Do yo need something else before I go?" he asked in his way out.

He tried to keep the interaction between the two of you entirely profesional and he even resisted looking at your naked breasts. It was the hardest thing he had done in his entire life, though, because since he had started working for your husband, you were the first thing that crossed his mind when he woke up and the last thing he thought of before going to sleep.

But you knew professionalism had flew out of the window after the show you just put.

"Actually, could you rub some oil on my back?" you asked with a playful smile.

You gave him no time to answer and you handed him the tanning oil bottle, turning around after he took it, leaving him completely speechless. He gulped, his eyes looking directly at your ass, only covered by a really tiny thong, and he knew he was done for.

Leaning over you, he purred the oil on your back. When his hands touched you to spread it over your skin, you closed your eyes and almost moaned like a hormonal teenager. He gently massaged your shoulders, then your waist area and finally he reached your lower back, giving you goosebumps.

When you thought that he was over and that he was going to pull away, he surprised you by grabbing the oil bottle one more time, purring it over your legs. He started massaging your calves, moving up slowly, until he reached your upper thighs and a small moan escaped your lips; it had been too long since the last time you had sex with your husband and you felt like you could come untouched.

He leaned in, you felt his hot breath in your ear and he murmured, "You wouldn't believe how many times I have fantasised about touching you like this, Mrs. Ross."

One of his hands grabbed your ass cheek under your bikini bottom while he started placing wet kisses on your neck, making you whimper again. He had to stop, though, when you turned around to face him; he froze at the thought of you changing your mind about what was about to happen, but when you caressed his cheek and placed a gentle kiss on his neck, next to his ear, all of his fears vanished.

"And you wouldn't believe how many times I've touched myself, wishing it was your fingers instead of mine, Mr. Maybank," you whispered looking right into his blue eyes.

"Fuck."

He grabbed your neck and brought you closer to him, your mouths were so close that they lightly brushed over each other. You felt his breath becoming faster and your heart started pounding like crazy when you saw him licking his lips while looking closely at yours, but you forced yourself to pull away from his touch.

"Someone could be watching us, we should get inside," you suggested.

The last thing you wanted was your husband finding out about you and JJ. This was a one time thing, just to get him out of your system. After that, you would go back to being the perfect loving wife your husband deserved.

He nodded, agreeing with you, and helped you getting up. He reached for his t-shirt to cover your naked form with it before grabbing your hand and taking you inside.

"Be quiet," you asked, while the both of you sneaked around the massive house, trying to avoid your nosy housemaid.

You made it to your bedroom successfully and as soon as both of you were inside, JJ pushed you against the door, locking it.

"Can I kiss you?" he questioned, pressing his body against yours.

"Yes, please."

He didn't waste any more time, finally crushing your lips together. The kiss was heated, messy, hungry. His hands sneaked under your clothes to grab your waist with need, pulling you even closer to him. You felt frantic as you wrapped your hands around his neck, kissing him back like you were drowning and he was air.

His tongue slipped between your lips. completely devouring your mouth while one of his hands gripped your neck to keep your head pinned against the door; you broke the kiss, whimpering in his mouth because of the action and he kept his forehead against yours, looking into your eyes as both of you tried to steady your breathing.

"Why don't you show me how you touch yourself when you think about me, baby?" he whispered.

Your heart skip a beat after hearing the words he spoke; you had never done something like that before, yet you nodded, making him smile. He kissed you gently before taking off your —his— shirt and then, only wearing your bikini thong, you moved towards the bed, where you sat.

You placed your feet over the edge of the mattress, spreading your legs, and leaned on your elbow to make yourself comfortable. His eyes never left your body, analysing every inch of your exposed skin.

"You're beautiful," he complimented you, which encouraged you to move your hand down your belly until it disappeared under your last piece of clothing.

You panted when you felt your fingertips brushing your needy pussy for the first time, biting your lip right after. Your cheeks flushed when JJ squeezed his cock over his pants while hearing and looking at you; seeing him so into it motivated you to keep going.

Your fingers started rubbing circles over your swollen clit, slowly at first, but you were so turned on that soon you sped up your movements. You were soaked and even the lightest touch sent sparks of pleasure across your entire body. A small moan escaped your lips when you traced your entrance with two fingers, slipping them inside for a second before taking them out again.

"Take this off, baby, I wanna see you," he pleaded, kneeling between your legs on the bed and grabbing the straps of the bikini.

Yo nodded, pulling your hand out of if and lifting your hips so he could take the thong off. He moaned at the sight of your glistening cunt and placed his hands over your knees to further separate your thighs.

Under his attentive gaze, you pushed your middle and ring finger inside of your pussy, curving them so you could reach that spot in the front that made you see stars with each thrust. You made sure to rub your clit with the palm of your hand, too.

"That's it, princess, you're doing so good for me," he praised you, moving one of his hands up your leg until it reached your chest, where he started touching your breasts, "Wish those where my fingers, baby."

You moaned because of his words as he unfastened his belt with his free hand, unbuttoning his trousers right after. He reached for the waistband of the pants, pulling it down so his underwear was in sight. You gasped when you were able to see the outline of his dick under his boxers; your mouth watered at how big he was.

You added a third finger, desperate for cumming; your arousal was dripping all over the bedding, making a mess.

"I'm so fucking horny for you, JJ," you told him, calling him by his name for the first time, "I'm going to cum."

You couldn't even remember the last time that you had fingered yourself so hard. Or the last time that you had been so fucking wet. He smiled, lowering his hand to touch your clit with his rough thumb, making you moan repeatedly.

You felt the familiar tingling in your lower belly, your breathing hitched and before you could stop it, you were coming harder than ever. Your muscles tightened and your legs started shaking uncontrollably. Overwhelmed by such a strong orgasm, you took out your fingers, trying to close your legs to soothe the sensation, but JJ wouldn't let you do so. Instead, he replaced your fingers with his own and he kept fucking you with them through your orgasm.

"JJ, please, stop, it's to much! Baby... Oh fuck!" you moaned, grinding your hips against his hand despite the overstimulation.

"I know you have another one in you, princess," he said, working his fingers harder and faster inside of you, "C'mon, be a good girl and cum for me."

He placed his free hand over your pelvis, putting pressure there, while he curved his fingers in his direction. In less than thirty seconds he had you coming undone again. Your vision went blank as your entire body trembled and you squirted all over him, crying out his name like a prayer.

It took you a few minutes to recover from the most explosive orgasm of your life, realising you had completely soaked everything. JJ laid down next to you the whole time and didn't stop caressing you for a second while he whispered sweet things to your ear.

You turned to look at him with the biggest smile and you said, "I didn't know I could do that."

The blonde laughed softly, burying his face on the crook of your neck, where he started placing wet kisses while his hand went to rub your pussy again, collecting your squirt to lick it off his fingers with a lustful look in his eyes.

"If I were your husband, I'd make sure you squirted every fucking day of my life, baby." Your cheeks flushed.

You bit your lip, pushing him so he was laying on his back and straddled him, grinding your wet cunt over his clothed dick; he was so hard that he thought he was gonna cum in his pants at the sight of your naked body dry humping his cock.

"Fuck me, JJ, please," you almost begged, still turned on in spite of having come twice already.

"Wait, I have to grabb a condom." He tried to stand up, but you grabbed his neck and pushed him back on the bed, stopping him.

"You don't have to wear one. I'm on the pill and I'm clean," you explained, tracing his abs with the tip of your fingers.

"I'm clean too," he promised, you lifted your hips with a smirk covering your face.

"I trust you," you said.

You helped him getting out of his clothes and your eyes widened when you finally saw his naked cock bounce back against his stomach. He was really, really big. Much bigger than your husband for sure.

You grabbed his dick on your hand, making him moan, and you stroked him a few times before brushing his swollen red tip between your folds.

"Oh my God," he groaned, his head falling back against the mattress.

You repeated the action one last time before you began to lower your hips slowly, shoving his dick inside of your pussy. You moaned at the stretch, placing your hand over his broad chest to steady yourself, and you started bouncing on his cock, trying to find a rhythm that both of you liked. When you saw him frowning and breathing fast, you knew you had found it.

Whimpering, you asked him, "Does this feel good, J?"

"Yes, so fucking good, baby." He gasped, grabbing your hips to help you ride him.

His own hips started thrusting upwards, trying to match your pace, and you couldn't help but moan when he hit the right spot again. You tightened your muscles around his dick on purpose to make him feel as good as he had made you feel before; you smiled when he cried out, pounding into you harder.

"I'm not gonna last if you keep doing that, baby," he admitted.

His hair was stuck into his forehead due to the sweat, covering his eyes a little bit, so you caressed his face and took it out of the way so that he could see you better

"Want you to come inside me, J," you asked for, "Want to feel you filling my pussy."

"Oh fuck, baby, you're so hot...I'm close," his statement encouraged you to start bouncing faster on his cock.

You whimpered when one of his hands made its way to your pussy and began to stroke your clit. You wanted, no, needed to cum again, so you took his other hand and placed it over one of your tits, which he squeezed and started playing with. At the same time, you leaned over him and placed wet kisses all over his chest, feeling his abs tightening under your palm just seconds later, announcing his orgasm.

He became a hot moaning mess under you while you kept riding him through his climax, but his thumb never left your clit as he rode it out, taking you down the cliff with him after a few seconds; your pussy clenched and your eyes rolled back due to the sensation. He sat up, kissing you one last time before he pulled out. You could feel his sticky cum come out of your pussy as you laid down next to him. JJ cuddled you, putting his head over your chest.

"I think..I think you have become my new addiction, Mrs. Ross," he confessed.

You smiled briefly before placing a soft kiss on his forehead.

"I can see you being my addiction, too, Mr. Maybank."

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loveharlow · 17 days

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last jj post of the day, don't wanna crowd the tags

TR's instagram posts of bf!jj

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vampiretendencies · 11 months

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heartbroken jj maybank who takes his prior faceless ring, and carves your initials into it with a key. he looks down at that ring when he may feel great dread with you not being near, he’ll turn it four times. it has to be an even number. he use to take his rings off at night and leave them on his bedside table to slip past his fingers again in the morning, but now he keeps just that one on even in his sleep. maybe it’ll slip off of his finger during his slumber— he’d dismantle everything in his path. he’ll kiss that ring and leave his lips on the cool metal and let it scar at the ache that is permanent. he wanted to let it marinate, in hopes that he won’t forget how your lips tasted molded with his. he knows that as the days pass, he’s remembering the sensation less, with a bleeding heart. hoping once again, that either of your hearts will bleed the same.

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summermil · 5 months

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𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑟 ❀

𝑟𝑎𝑓𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛 𝑥 𝑓𝑒𝑚 𝑜𝑐

𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑠𝚑𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑦 𝑓𝑎𝑟𝑡𝚑𝑒𝑟, 𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑦 𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑦 𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑦 𝑠𝑙𝑖𝑡𝚑𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑠𝑡

𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ꕤ

𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑝𝑎𝑑ೀ

𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑏𝑢𝑠𝑦 :( 𝚑𝑜𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑢𝑝𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒

𝑎𝑙𝑠𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑝𝑎𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑣𝑖𝑒𝑤 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝚑𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑠 !

angel's eyebrows raised in surprise. "midsummers?" she asked, slightly shocked.

"yeah, have you heard of it?" her dad questioned, suspiciously.

"uh..no, well- maybe, i think rafe said something about it" she stumbled over her words, trying not to let her dad see into her lies.

her father's eyes narrowed and angel panicked, thinking he'd seen deep into her lies. "rafe huh?" he almost spat out his name, like it hurt to say. "well, his dad does have a great connection to the event. in fact, he was the one who invited us there" he continued with a horrible grin on his face.

both of his children were silent, both lost in their own thoughts. their father sighed, knowing he lost the battle of entertaining any of them. he waved his hands in the air, dismissing tommy. angel thought this was an invitation for her to leave as well, but as she scraped her chair on the wooden floor the dreaded man spoke up again.

"no angel, you stay"

angel wanted to scream. she knew there was a catch and she was about to be faced with it, right now.

"you, young lady, are going to be getting a job, at the country club" he pointed a stern finger at her.

"a job? are you serious?" she argued back.

"enough of your rudeness. me and your mother have decided that you need to be put to use-" he started.

"put to use?" her tone was aggressive "i'm not a damn, dog, or a housemaid, you can't just shape me into whatever you want" she was starting to get pissed off with the way this man treated her. the sound of her chair scraping across the floor so violently dully rung in her ears, she ignored it as she stormed out of the kitchen.

but before she reached the doorway, she turned back around to say one more thing. "you and i both know that mom would never want this" her words were true. she knew her mom had no say in this- even if she did, angel was sure her words wouldn't even make it into his brain.

with that, she stormed out of the kitchen. not before missing his final "you start tomorrow" which only made her groan and slam her head into her pillow once she reached the comfort of her room.

the blonde girl laid there for a bit, just thinking. it was probably a dangerous thing to be doing- and she recognised that, pulling out her phone from her pocket and opening the chats with sarah, trying to get everything off her mind.

to: sarah 👙

angel🪽

do u know where the country club is??

sarah 👙

yeh, why?

angel🪽

my dad got me a job there

apparently, and i start tomorrow 🙄

angel🪽

also, he said we are going to midsumers!!!

sarah 👙

WAITTTT, really?

angel🪽

yess!! idk what to wear though

sarah 👙

omggggg!! can u come over tmrw?

angel🪽

yesss probably like.. after my shift 🙄 why??

sarah 👙

perfect, I'm finding you a dress!!! see you <33

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angel smiled to herself, tossing her phone onto her pink bedding and rolling on her back. she decided to freshen up, throwing her legs off the bed and walking to the bathroom, twisting the hot tap on her shower a perfect amount. the heat soaked into her skin, the suds from the shampoo danced around in the air.

some time later, she was curled up in her bed, her strawberry body wash lingered in the air. the lights were dimmed and she had bid goodnight to the rest of her family- minus her dad, who she couldn't find anywhere. an abundance of thoughts crowded her mind, eventually sending her off to sleep.

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that next morning, she woke to banging on her door. she rolled her eyes, turning over, assuming it was just her brother trying to annoy her. but the hard knocking continued, and as she opened her eyes to listen better, she realised the sound was much more firm than her little brothers could ever be.

shit.

she scrambled out of bed, ignoring the blankets that dropped to the floor. the door handle swung open with the force she applied- and there stood her dad. she evened out her breathing, trying to stand confident up to the man.

they stood in a silent stare off for a second. "first day of work" he tried to smile, but it was a dull grimace- at that.

her eyes widened slightly, she'd completely forgot. better than being grounded, she supposed. she fought down a groan, deciding to put on a brave face.

"when do i start?" she asked.

he glanced down at his glimmering watch "30 minutes" he said, walking away from her room and back to the staircase.

she spun on her heels without a second thought, 30 minutes was definitely not enough time.

"your uniform is outside your door" she heard him call, making a mental note in the back of her head as she rushed to get ready.

some light makeup later, the folded uniform sat neatly in her hands. a golfing-type skirt and a polo shirt. how classy. seemed like polo shirts were the necessity for this island. speaking of polo shirts- her mind wandered off to rafe.

the option of texting sarah weighed in her mind, but in her eyes- angel didn't even know rafe. she decided against it, taking a lucky glance out the big window in hopes he would come roaring past on his bike. but the only roaring sound she heard was her dad's voice.

"angelica! hurry up!" he shouted up the wooden staircase, his shout echoing off the walls.

it seemed to snap her out of her little daydream, grabbing her phone and sprinting down the stairs, trying not to trip over her own feet. she glanced at her sock clad feet, then back to the shoe rack.

"what shoes should i wear?" she asked him.

but- the man just shrugged, the keys jingling in his hand as he exited out the front door, leaving her standing there. she scoffed when it was certain he was out of ears. the one time she tries to have a civil conversation.

there wasn't much selection, so she just grabbed the cleanest ones, tying the laces carelessly and jogging to catch up with her dad.

the car engine came to life the second she shut the door, she didn't even manage to get her seatbelt on before he sped out of the driveway. she then, realised how awkward it was. she'd barely been in the car with her dad alone- hell, she'd barely been in the car at all. he purchased it a few months ago, the check pretty hefty. it was his prized possession- to be honest, he treated it better than he treated his own kids.

but the harsh reality scared her, so she pulled out her phone to distract her self. she sent sarah a quick message, informing her that her shift started soon. sarah sent good luck back, telling her how she'd be great and to 'remember you r coming over later!'

suddenly, her dad took a quick turn, almost making angel drop her phone. she looked up from the screen, shocked by the view. he'd turned into a gated area, but she could still see past the large metal objects. the grass was so bright, almost blinding, golf buggies littered the area- she assumed it was a golf course.

she didn't listen to the words her dad exchanged with the security, but as the gates opened- a large building appeared in her eye line. some sort of restaurant, she suspected.

the hand break creaked, and angel was too busy staring at the sights that she didn't notice they had parked up.

"good luck"

it was enough to snap her out of her trance. she turned to look at him as if he'd been speaking in a different language. but as soon as his nice facade came, it dropped away.

"go on" he ushered "the entrance is there, and you are 5 minutes late, hurry"

her movements were frantic, the door handle slipped out of her hands a few times before she finally swung it open, slammed it shut and ran towards the door he had pointed at. she was definitely getting shit for that later.

the door was locked, so she knocked. nobody answered for a few minutes, but as she went to knock again, the lock twisted. it opened slowly, the horrible creak made her ears wince.

a man stood at the door. he was a short, old man - who was also, dressed in a polo shirt- and he greeted her with a friendly smile.

"can i help you?" he asked.

"uh... i'm here for a job?" she questioned, now faced with the reality that she really had no clue what she was doing. "my dad sent me" she added when the man's face fell into a confused look.

"oh, yes!" it lit up again. "angelica seaver?" he said, looking up like he was reading it from the top of his head.

"yes" she gave him a polite smile "um i, prefer angel though"

"very well, angel" he smiled "follow me, i'll get you set up"

so she did. he walked her through the entire process. it was only the morning when she arrived, and by the afternoon the place was flooded with people. she had a pretty good idea of what she was supposed to be doing: serve the customers and hand out refreshments to the people playing golf. simple enough.

the first task she was given was handing out the drinks to the golfers. the man, who she learned was called dennis, gave her an approximate location, handed her the drinks and keys to a golf cart, then sent her on the way.

she took a breath when she made it to the vehicle. information had been fed to her for hours, and it was starting to take a toll on her. maybe this task would be relaxing. begrudgingly, she twisted the keys in the ignition and set off in the direction she was given.

the task was easy, and although the wondering eyes from the men she served made her skin crawl, she got it done pretty quickly. now, she was just stalling. the sun burned across the island, reflecting off the sand. luckily, her visor gave her some shade, but she could feel the rays burning her arms. she cursed herself for not bringing sunscreen, making a mental note to apply aloe vera when she got home.

she swerved the cart around a corner, lost in her own thoughts. but that was a mistake, as she nearly hit the familiar boy who was lying on the ground. she looked at him closer, squinting to try and get a better look. he was rolling around, almost like he was in pain. she killed the ignition and hopped out, now feeling the burning sun all over her exposed skin.

"pope?" she called out confused.

she heard him groan, and as she got closer she noticed the blood dripping down his face. the girl gasped, kneeling down in the sand next to him. "a-are you okay?" her voice was weary.

"no" he said, crimson covering his white teeth.

"oh..can you stand up?" she didn't know what to say, the other day was no indication if the boy liked her or not, he didn't really say much.

with a grimace, he pulled his body weight up to a standing position. she copied his movements, her hand ghosting on his arm as he wobbled to the side.

"come, sit" she beckoned over to her golf cart. he eyed it reluctantly, but ultimately decided that it would be a better idea if he did, he could trust her.

she drove back to the country club building in silence, the occasional groan of pain from pope when they went over a speed bump and the same amount of apologies spilt from angel's mouth when she went round a corner too fast. she didn't want to ask how he got into the condition he was in, afraid of over stepping boundaries, so she just kept quiet.

the buggy was parked in the wrong spot, courtesy to her, she hoped dennis wouldn't come out and see that she screwed up on day one.

"i'm going to get you some ice, okay?" she told him, one leg already on the ground. "i won't be a second" there was barely any time for him to respond anyway, as she sprinted off to the door as soon as the last syllable left her mouth.

a few small bags of ice were in her grip as she rummaged around drawers for a first aid kit, cheering silently when she found one. she slipped out the door, praying that no one had seen her. but to her surprise, when the golf cart came into view, she noticed another familiar face.

rafe.

taking a deep breath, she prayed that she wouldn't embarrass herself in front of him. but, she failed to notice the way he was threateningly standing over pope.

the ice dropped on the seat next to him. alerting the, now group, of guys that stood around the cart.

"angel" the man said, leaning his arms on the top of the buggy as he pointed at her name badge.

"hi, rafe" she spoke, turning popes head towards her and digging in the medical kit she managed to retrieve.

"didn't know you worked here" he said, giving her a charming smile. she refused to look at him though, the nerves coursing through her veins.

"uh yeah.. i started today" the antiseptic she was poring on a paper towel dripped onto the seat, she cursed to herself.

"not sure doctor is part of the job description of a drinks server"

she mumbled under her breath, using the sterile paper town to clean the cut on the top of pope's head. he winced at the pain "sorry!' she squeaked, trying to work fast.

"what was that?" rafe asked, teasingly.

most of the blood was gone, so she handed pope the bag of ice. "keep that there, for a few minutes" she gave him a kind smile. he returned it, still not speaking.

rafe's chuckle echoed in the background as she checked pope over for any more injuries. "alright, i get it. give me the silent treatment after i saved your ass from being gr-" he started.

"rafe!" she cut him off, not wanting pope to hear the rest of his sentence. surely he'd tell all his friends that she was grounded for two weeks, and then they would assume that she probably committed a crime, and then they'd hate her.

rafe's smirk dropped. if she was looking him in the eyes, the way they darkened would of been visible in the sunlight.

"look, i'm trying to help pope because, i don't know if you can see, but he is bleeding! can you just.. give me some space..please?" she knew the regret of snapping at rafe would come later, but all she needed now was to make sure pope was okay - and to not be fired on her first shift.

he sucked on his teeth, his glance said it all as he turned back to his friends- the guy sarah named 'topper' and another boy she didn't recognise. not even a second glance was sent her way as he walked back onto the golf course.

a sigh left her mouth. cleaning up the medical kit that was still sprawled out over the leather seats. the situation felt so strange to her. the fact that she found pope in the middle of a path, bleeding out- what the fuck had even happened? the courage built up in her, along with the curiosity, so she decided to ask.

"wha-"

"angel!" a shout echoed across the landscape.

"shit!" she exclaimed. "er.. you can keep the ice and just go home, maybe?" the words came out in a spurt as she hid the medical kit in the back.

"sorry" she back tracked. "just- i don't know, good luck!" those words were also a frantic panic as she ran towards the origin of the shout.

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the sun barely peaked from behind the clouds when she finished her shift. her first proper shift. the rest of the day hadn't been very interesting, the club seemed to flood out, by mid-day it wasn't very busy- she just opted to stare at the landscape for a couple of hours. the bright rays no longer shone over the golf course, and the lights that lit the path to the parking lot seemed a bit dim. the bulbs must of not have been changed in years.

it wasn't cold- so to say, but the breeze was picking up slightly and angel regretted not bringing a thin jacket with her. she stood in the middle of the parking lot- it was practically empty apart from a few shiny looking jeeps and soft tops. she reached for the phone in the smart pocket of her skirt, hitting the button a few times before realising the familiar picture of the sunset in her home town didn't light up the screen.

a sigh left her mouth- her phone was dead. her eyes glanced around, spotting a little make-shift bench around a big planted tree. she resided there for a while, just watching the sun finally disappear behind the dark clouds. only then did she realise how dark it really was, and only then did she feel the first spit of water on her skin.

she assumed that her dad would pull through the gates in his flashy car to take her home. but after waiting a while, she began to dwell on the thought that none of that would happen. it only began to rain more. it wasn't heavy so to say, but if she stayed out here any longer she was sure to catch a chill. the girl looked up at the sky, she couldn't believe how fast the weather changed on the island. one second the sun was burning her skin, next minute the same sky was soaking right through her.

the blonde wrapped her arms around herself for warmth, finally deciding that her dad was not coming to collect her and she would just have to find her own way home. she picked herself up off the bench, stretching out her legs slightly. nobody was around anymore, she watched the last car go almost ten minutes ago. just one car remained, and she assumed it was the owner of the club- maybe she'd have to ask them for a ride.

the raindrops splashed against her skin, soaking her hair. she squinted as she tried to look around in the little light she had to see where a possible exit was. as she turned her head to the right, she noticed a figure. angel stood still, and so did the shadow. nobody should be around- even the one person she assumed was still left wouldn't of been stood in the direction she was facing.

without a second thought, she bolted. her feet hit the ground faster than the thoughts entered her head- she didn't look back with a glance. the shoes she picked that morning gave her a leverage, making her decent even faster. but there was one problem- she didn't know where she was going.

a corner came into her view, her body swerving to narrowly miss the side of the brick wall. like a swivel, her head turned to see if the figure was still visible. that was a mistake- as soon as she lost attention of her footing, she ran into something solid. her body recoiled back, but the object seemed to stay still.

her eyes drifted up. it was a man- in a polo shirt, a very familiar one at that. wait..

"rafe?" she exclaimed, looking him in the eyes- he seemed just as confused as he was.

"angel?" he asked, bewildered.

she stumbled over her words, blinking the water from her lashes. her movements were frantic as she looked from rafe, back to where she came from.

"what... was that you?" she questioned, her chest rising rapidly- as if she'd just run a marathon.

another puzzled look flashed over the boy's eyes, he seemed to take in the way angel was shaking, obviously soaked through from the cold. rafe shook his head, fiddling with the keys in his pocket. "you need a lift?" it was dark- and obviously way past the end of her shift so he assumed nobody had come to pick her up yet.

she didn't answer, continuing to stare into his eyes like he was speaking a different language.

"alright then" he tutted, turning sideways past her and walking in the direction of his car. she followed immediately.

"no!" her voice rang "or.. yes! i don't know!" concern grew in him- he'd never admit that though. she seemed genuinely confused. before he could even blink, angel shot into the passenger seat- apologising for damping the expensive leather.

"where too?" he asked, switching on the engine.

again- no answer. he turned to look at her. she was leaning against the window- trying to peek into the distance, almost like she was being followed. "what the fuck?" he voiced out loud. "are you being followed?"

with wide eyes, angel turned to look at him. "that wasn't you?" the panic evident in her voice. she had no time to think logically, but the chance of that figure being rafe was near to none- how would of he got in front of her that fast?

rafe just chuckled, backing out of the parking lot as he shook his head. "always sarah's friends" the words came out quietly, like he was afraid of her hearing- like he'd be giving any of sarah's friends a ride home.

thankfully, angel didn't pick up his sentence, the name of her friend only falling on her ears- reminding her of the plans they had. "can you take me to sarah's..." she asked, timidly. forgetting the fact it was his house too.

the boy didn't say a word, continuing to drive down the dark lanes with one hand on the steering wheel. angel felt the silence consume her- the weight of what she said to him earlier still lying on her shoulders.

"i'm sorry.." she admitted, focusing her eyes on the footwell.

he only chuckled, giving her a half smile which she failed to notice. "you're good"

although the cameron boy felt conditioned to hate all of his sisters friends, he couldn't quite help but think of angel differently. much to his dismay- he knew deep down he was beginning to take a liking to her. the thought weighed down his head- that couldn't go on for much longer.

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𝐣𝐮𝐦𝐩 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐬

pairing(s): JJ maybank x oc!charcter, Pope Heyward x oc!character, JJ maybank x pope heyward, pogues x oc!character

summary: pougelandia was paradise and now it was gone and it was back to chaos and commotion

word count: 3.1k+

warning(s): Polyamory themes, jealousy, kidnapping, plane crash, weapons, and language

A/n: —GIFs; @misandriste & @winchvster— So I’m starting a new series chapter two is up on wattpad so if you’re invested and want to get updates early heres my page!

𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃 from a distance as JJ finished hanging up the Pouglandia sign that he a had made from a ratio of cloth and the char off a burnt stick but before the brunette could comment Kiara was already a step ahead cheering the blonde on with all her might

The girl took a step back bare feet sinking in the sand as she began to walk away her orange top that she had made out of one of the blondes tank tops clinging to her body like an overbearing hug leaving the pair alone

Everyone had a job to do and a partner to do it with

Everyone except Bonnie it seemed she did task plenty to keep herself busy and the pogues alive such as cooking meals, showing John B how to crack coconuts more times than she could count beyond her ten fingers, and weaving baskets to carry fish and different berries in

But what partner did she have? JJs attention was basically Kiaras and Pope had Cleo now the girl was inevitably alone

"Going somewhere?" Bonnie didn't turn her head to look at the dark skinned boy on the side of her as she hummed continuing to walk along the trails worm by their feet

"Thought you were picking berries with Cleo" Pope raised his eyebrows slightly inching up to his hairline at the girls tone he didn't think she meant it she always sounded more harsh than she intended majority of the time

"Got done early, when you weren't with JJ I came looking for you" He said in a mater of fact tone as the girl pursed her lips continuing walking her trail

"I think we should just live here, when JJ said it first I thought it was just stupid but I think I could do it with you two." Bonnie finally looked at him and she couldn't help the small smile on her face and Pope didn't miss even when she tried to shake it away

"Come on Jimmy Neutron we need to head back" The brunette sighed watching the sun begin to set on the horizon and the pair began their walk back to the beach

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"If you could do it all again what would you do different?" Sarah questioned the group sitting in a circle playing one of the games they found themselves playing often

"Get the gold out before Ward did." JJ stated

"Maybe hide the cross a little better." Pope sighed

"Not yell murderer at Ward maybe" Kie grimaced at the thought

"Not threaten to kill Rafe in front of a police station" Bonnie shrugged

"Uh, steal a couple bottles of rum before we jumped off the boat" John B finally responded

"Yea why didn't you do that actually?" JJ questioned turning around to look at the boy with a playful glare

"Maybe 'cause I was in a fight to the death?" The tan boy rolled his eyes

"I would look both ways before crossing the street" Cleo turned to look at John B pausing from sharpening her knife the group took a few more turns until the badly woven hat got placed upon Bonnie's head

"I think I'll finally go with a dare" The girl rolled her eyes as the group clapped JJ going as far as whistling at her finally abandoning the 'safe' answer as John B called it

"I dare you to go with the big jump no one's done it yet" Kiara challenged as Bonnie immediately began to shake her head at the thought as everyone began to boo at her

"Hell No absolutely not" The girl laughed shaking her to the point where she couldn't notice JJ slowly rising out his seat until he finally tackled the girl girl beginning to run off with her in his grasp as she screamed and yelled the girls began to giggle excluding Kiara as Sarah blew kisses in her direction and Cleo help up a heart made from her hand

JJ looked for a good climbing spot and found the best on the other side of the makeshift mountain finally sitting the brunette down on her feet

"JJ I'm not going up there" Bonnie stated looking how far up she would have to climb it was dumb and dangerous

"Come on princess, I'll go with you if it makes you feel better" He was cocky and no matter how much she said she hated it deep down the blonde knew she hated it a little less with him he knew her better that anyone

They knew her better than anyone.

"Come on one foot in front of the other one arm above each other" The pale boy encouraged as Bonnie began rock climbing to the top as he trailed behind her

"Shut up Maybank" The girl didn't know how many times she had rolled her eyes in a day but it had to have broken some record as the pair finally made it to the top they could hear the cheers from their friends down below

"Oh shit" The hair on her neck began to stick up from the cool breeze nipping around her body was the mountain always this far up?

"Don't get cold feet now Bon come on, if you don't hurry I'll throw you I swear" JJ was already at the tip of the platform ready to jump with no hesitation and Bonnie was in the middle of the landing with the almost ground area looking over the rocks

The girl screamed out a laugh as the blonde began to approach her with a small smile on his face

"WAIT okay, okay I'll jump. Just, just let me take off my shorts these are the only dry pair I have" The girl shot the blonde a pleasing look as he stood in his tracks waiting the pogues could be heard by both of them from down below but it began to become background noise as the brunette began to slip the brown shorts off from her waist along with the waist beads her and Sarah's had made with rope and rocks the had searched for around the island

JJ had stretched a hand out to her which she took stepping away from the pile of clothes she had left as the made their way to the tip of the peak the girl had to admit the view was beautiful

"On three" JJ began to count down their fingers still intertwined with one another as he stared at the girls smile her shoulders slightly shaking in anticipation

𝐎𝐍𝐄 He couldn't process how someone like her could even give him the time of day. How she could let him into her bubble of creativity, let him touch her upon her spirituality, she was something that he could understand unlike any subject in school or any problem through at him in life. He knew that she couldn't even begin to understand how bad he has it for her, how bad he has it for them.

𝐓𝐖𝐎 The blonde then turned to look at the dark skinned boy below them both. He was sure that he was the smartest person to walk the planet he'd be an Einstein one day going off to make the world better and giving the government a run for their money leaving him behind taking his heart with him and he'd let him take it to the ends of the earth with no fuss

𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 It was settled how could he let someone like them go? The simple answer was that he couldn't even if we wanted it was a the stupidest mistake anyone would ever be able to make and he was sure of himself he wouldn't

𝐆𝐎 They finally jumped still hand and hand as the cold water hit their skin screaming was the first thing they heard when their head were out of the water beginning to swim to shore as the girls laugh erupted his ears as a melody

Pope was the first to reach them both engulfing the two in a hug the water transferring to his shirt off their bodies didn't seem to phase him as JJ laughed openly pushing his wet hair from his face before wrapping an arm around them both before Bonnie's did the same both arms wrapped around both boys shoulders and waist

Her boys they all thought

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"That's what I'm talking about now freshly caught" The group sat around a fire eating fish in silence Bonnie had her head rested on Popes shoulder and her legs were over JJs lap as he rubbed his palm against her flesh leaving a trail of goosebumps as he went

The rest of the pogues couldn't help but sneak glances in awe it took long enough John B would say but the silence was enough and spoke for itself

Kiara watched them all with a sinking feeling in her stomach she wasn't chirpy about it how was she supposed to be when the boy she had feelings for found that same feeling in other people?

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Pope could feel himself stir as he began to blink away the sleep from his eyes at the sound that evaded his ears on the usually silent island when the pogues weren't talking and the waves weren't crashing against shore he happened to look up in the sky at helicopter that flew over the ocean close to the island

"Guys wake up!" The boy was immediately up on his legs grabbing his shoes and JJs lighters that once rested in Bonnie's bag before he was off

Bonnie woke up the sight of the brown skin boy that once lied next to her running from her peripheral view was enough to get her on her feet as she quickly tapped JJs thigh before going to follow him

It didn't take long to catch up to Pope as you both ran up the hill to a pile of wood that you had made just in case as the boy cursed at the spiking lighter that wouldn't erupt in the wind until Bonnie cupped her hand around it making a small flame that was enough to light the sticks and tree branches as the pair began to yell waving their hands in the air

"𝐇𝐄𝐘, we're over here!"

"𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 help us!"

The plane continued a it seemed no matter how much the pair screamed it was deemed useless as they both panted heavily until the plane began to turn to its side wings frozen in the air as it turned around

"Pope, Pope they see us!" The girl yelled tapping his shoulder jumping up and down until the boy picked her up his arms resting under her thighs spinning in circles as they both screamed in victory

The pogues began to run after the plane that landed in the pond as the door opened and a middle aged man long hair and a button up shirt stepped out

"Well what do we got here?" Pope ran up to John B wrapping an arm around his shoulder as both boys exclaimed in victory while Bonnie approached JJ with a bright smile that he couldn't quite mirror as she hugged his side her head resting against his bicep and just the peak of his shoulder and the blonde didn't hesitate to hold her before he handed her her bag

"You know, just some castaways." John B replied brightly

"Well I'll cross that off the grocery list, you know I got just the thing for y'all the two things you need on a deserted island first aid and rum" The man tossed both of the said items the rum landing in the pond before getting picked up by Sarah and the first aid landing in Popes hands

"So what's the story, you guys sink a boat?" He said as if it was the most reasonable thing in the world

"Jumped off one. Her dads." John b replied nodding over to where Sarah stood beside him with a skeptical look on her face

"In-laws man their tough. Well have no fear Jimmy's here I got you" The group began to laugh

"Well all hail Jimmy guys! Let's go." Cleo cheered as the group began to get on the plane the last two left were JJ and Bonnie as the two looked at each other before following their friends

"So what we're you doing all the way out here?" JJ questioned not fully sitting back in his seat Bonnie sat In between both him and Pope waiting for the man's response

"I got a little guide outfit in Saint Vincent I was spotting fish." Jimmy responded starting up the plain as the engine roared to life

"What we're you spotting?"

"Oh you know the usual Wahoo... I'd hand on to something get a little spicy on takeoff" The brunette didn't miss the look on JJs face as he squinted at the man before before clutching onto one of the handles that hung from the ceiling as the plane began to accelerate up into the air

"Wahoo don't run in September ever. So whoever this man is he's not a fisherman" The girls head snapped to look at the blonde her lips slightly parted

"Maybe the run just starts earlier out here" Pope tried to reason a small look of alert taking over his features

"Are you sure about that? In the Caribbean" JJ shot a look at the boy as Bonnie's knee began to bounce up and down a habit she had when she was trying to think or when she was anxious

"No I know what this is, he's working for my dad and he's probably been looking for us the entire time." Sarah spoke up in her seat next to Cleo all eyes shifting to her

"All right we gotta find out looking for some sort of... clues" The blonde trailed off as he looked at the bag on the back of the pilots chair as he looked at Bonnie and John B

"Hey Jimmy, how long you had this bird?" The boy questioned as JJ stretched an arm across the isle way sticking a hand in his bag

"Probably about ten years"

"How long you been flying?" Bonnie spoke up as the man shook his head with a smile that made her stomach uneasy

"I've been flying all my life"

"Uhh who's the lovely lady right there?" John B through another question back like a grenade ready to blow

"That right there? That's Cynthia" The man laughed loudly overly loud the Bonnie though his headphones probably had something to do with the fact

JJ began sprawling some of the things he got from the man's bag out on his lap as Bonnie picked up the book flipping through pages for anything useful as JJ handed Sarah a picture

"The costal venture oh my god this is the boat we were on with Eberhimi and the cross" Sarah whispered

"So he was looking for us?" Cleo questioned even though it was more than a statement as JJ agreed nodding his head

"He's working for my dad" Sarah declared before the plane began to shake as Bonnie fell into Popes side the boy wrapping his around her without missing a beat

"You guys better hold onto something we got some unexpected turbulence up here" Jimmy called back

"Guys whatever it is it's happening fast look." Kiara pointed out the window and everyone could see an island the plane began to approach

"It's Barbados. It's where I lived there before I moved with my dad to the cut" Bonnie stated as she remembered the memories she had before her dad moved them both to the obx just when she was seven on the peak of turning eight

"Okay there's seven of us, one of him. You know my vote we storm the cockpit." JJ stated the girl honestly questioned it logic majority of the time

"No who's gonna fly the plane dumbass" John B protested

"I've seen Pope fly simulators" The blonde responded and the girl pinched at his arm for putting him on the spot to which he pouted genuinely beginning to rub his arm

"I crop-dusted for my uncle last summer this is not the same thing" The brown skin boy shook his head

"We don't have time to pretend that's a real option" Kiara responded

"Do you have an idea?"

"Something safe."

"Why don't we just wait until the plane lands somewhere safe, and if someone comes to mess with us we handle it." Bonnie interrupted the banter and everyone seemed to agree

"I like the handling part" JJ responded and the girl couldn't help but roll her eyes

"Just put that back" She pointed to the stuff in his lap as John B began to stir up conversation with Jimmy again as the man turned his head catching JJ putting back one of the books he had taken back in his bag

"Hey what the hell are you doing man" He had reached back pushing JJ letting go of shift sticks to control the plane in the process as the plane began to drop

"FLY THE PLANE!"

"Please fly the plane!" Jimmy had finally took control of the stick pulling upwards with abnormal force and soon the plane finally crashed in the water beginning to sink

"We got to get out come on" The group jumped one by one until it was Bonnie and Kiara left Pope had his arms out for the girl and Bonnie reluctantly jumped out the plane into the boys arms as JJ took the girl from his grasp beginning to swim of the direction underneath the pier

"Kie went the other way!" Sarah exclaimed as they watched the girl begin to run of the shore deeper into the island men dressed in khakis and cargos chasing after

"What are we going to do we're going after her right?" John B questioned as he watched his best friend get dragged away

"What can we do?" Pope questioned

"That girl always has to play fucking hero" Bonnie panted JJ still holding her tight in his grasp

"Guys my dad didn't, didn't sell our house we can crash there until we figure something out" The girl continued beginning to shake from the cold clear water and the pogues had settled on that idea quietly swimming to another part of the shore making it to land

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