#εïз jj maybank prompt !

[poguesprincess]

jj the type to high five you or somethin’ while hes balls deep

*.⊹˚𝜗୧ ‧₊˚

he’s got a knack for sweet talking your panties off— especially after a long day of mucking around with john b and pope, restless and full of energy and needing to bury himself as deep as he can into that sweet pussy of yours.

it’ll start with a slow kiss and a cheeky, drawn out, “hiiiii, princess”, then he’ll guide you towards the couch, lips still half-attached somewhere along your neck, making you giggle as his mumbles of “missed you so much”’s and “need you, please”’s vibrate against the soft skin of your collarbone.

then, you’re on his lap, his tongue shoved down your throat (because he’s just sooo gross n’ cant contain himself), and his fingertips sneak their way under the frilly material of your tank top.

“you’re so perfect, babydoll, so so perfect,” he manages through a sharp inhale, reluctant to pull away from your soft lips and the sweetness of your mouth, “can’t believe you’re all mine.”

“no, ‘m not” you combat him, frowning slightly against his lips. you were none the wiser to his advances, but how could you be? you were hardly one to deny the boy, much less after a long day in the sun. and you were too happy, having missed him all day, to deny him, anyways. so when his fingers finally fully slide under your shirt, not even hesitating as he pulls the thin fabric over your head, you dont relent. he attacks your hardened nipples with a pleased moan, toying them between his teeth and conveniently ignoring the hiss that escapes you, too lost in his own head.

“fuck, yes you are, mama.” it’s so pathetically easy for him to get to you, and before you know it he’s easing his cock into you slowly, inch by inch, cooing and shushing your pained whines and moans. he knows he’s big, but he’s selfish, and he gets off just at the thought you taking him all, no matter how hard it may be for you.

“‘s too— ngh— ‘s too much, j!” you mewl, and he tuts at you, nodding with a frown as a form of acknowledgment, feigning sympathy for you, when in truth he’s so close to blowing his load inside you because you’re so warm and wet and tight and every movement makes you clench deliciously around his length.

“shh, i know, princess. just hold out a lil’ longer, ‘know you can take it.”

soon enough, he shifts your legs up a bit, pressing a soft kiss to the back of your thighs before he bottoms out completely, earning a long, loud moan from you. he grins, satisfied with himself. subconsciously, his arm raises in front of yours, “see! you did it! up top, baby.”

you manage to roll your eyes, swatting his hand away and closing your legs around the small of his back, “jus’ fuck me already, jayj.”

“alright, alright. gonna give it to you so good, pretty girl.”

#εïз jj maybank prompt ! #jj maybank #jj x reader #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank smut #jj smut #jj maybank prompt

[moneymaybank]

jj would genuinely go batshit crazy if a cop touched his girl

he’d go fucking feral i swear he’d be in the top ten biggest crash outs of the century if he found out something happened to you. full on serial killer in this bitch.

this would actually a different situation if it was daughter of a cop!reader but i can’t stop thinking about his way of talking you through it is just taunting you about being balls deep inside the sheriffs daughter. i’m sure somebody has written about this before but I’m not sure who lmfao

#♛ melo’s drama #jj maybank #jj maybank brainrot #jj maybank prompt #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank x you #rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #jj mayback imagine #jj mayback x reader #εïз jj maybank prompt ! #outer banks #obx fanfiction #obx imagine

[poguesprincess]

♱ ‧₊˚ “you’re so out of my league,” jj pants in your ear as you palm him through his jeans.

he’s so hard, it hurts, and you’ve barely touched him. he keeps rambling. “you’re hot, so hot,” he manages in between heated kisses, whimpering when you thumb his tip over the rough material of his pants. you do it again, and you could cum from the sight of his eyes rolling into his head. “could get anyone to come over and fuck you, and you chose me. just made me the luckiest guy in the outer banks— fuck.” you hadn’t expected this, when you called him to come over. the boy was dorky when you first met— painfully obvious in his attraction towards you— 5 foot and 11 inches of bad pick-up lines and not-so-subtle checks at your tits and ass. he was pathetic with it, truly, so much so that you were convinced it had to be an act, a lousy way to try charm his way into your pants (which, coincidentally, worked. you would re-evaluate yourself later.)

but no, jj maybank was a loser, a hot loser, moaning into your mouth and rutting into your hand after speeding his way over to your apartment. a booty call, thats what he was, and the way he was frantic in the way he touched you, clumsy in running his hands under your shirt and pulling your clothes off, told you this wasn’t something he got very often.

“you gonna fuck me or what, maybank?” you tease as he fumbles with his jeans, face falling into a smirk as the embarrassment slowly eases out of him, “i’m getting to it, princess.” both on your knees, he pulls you by the waistband of your panties to shove his tongue into your mouth, savoring the faded taste of your watermelon gum as he slobbers all over your face, pulling you down onto his lap.

he takes his time with you, clearly savouring the moment as much as he can. when he dips his fingers into your underwear, swiping two digits along your slit, his mouth falls open, brows furrowed, long, drawn out groan escaping his pretty lips. his face remains focused with where his hand meets with your cunt, rubbing slow, careful circles against your clit. his surge of confidence spurs you on.

“can i make you cum? like this?” it’s a plea, a beg. please, i need this, it says. you can barely answer him, because his index and middle finger swirl and prod at your entrance, stroking carefully, and you let out the hottest moan he’s ever heard. “more,” you manage, and he nods.

soon, he’s plundering into you— hands tight on your hips as he fucks up into you, feet pressed desperately into the mattress to ground him, lips latched onto one of your bouncing tits as he moans shamelessly against the skin of it. the sound fills the room, and it’s the best thing you’ve ever heard. “gonna blow my fucking load in you, holy shit— ‘best fuckin’ pussy on the island, can’t believe this shit is real.” the more he speaks, the harder he thrusts, and you’re on the edge, hands gripping into his hair so hard if you had half the mind to care you’d worry you would rip it out of his head. your stomach tightens, and your hands fly to hold his face, foreheads pressed against one another, and you mewl, “cum in me, please, jayj.”

a string of curses fly from him, hot, thick cum shooting from his tip being just enough to send you over the edge, your hips stuttering in tandem with each twitch of his cock, and you fall against him— vision blank, ears ringing.

jj maybank was a loser, and he was just about the best fuck you’d ever had.

#εïз jj maybank prompt ! #jj maybank prompt #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank #jj maybank smut

[poguesprincess]

*.⊹˚𝜗୧ ‧₊˚

it took a lot to ignore your boyfriend while you worked. especially when he’d built up the habit of sneaking his way under your desk, prying your legs open slowly and placing light kisses to your thighs. light kisses to your thighs, that turned to kisses over your panties, to kisses atop your clit— until he’s licking long stripes along your cunt, tongue delving into your wet hole and sucking you dry.

to pretend as if it didn’t faze you, was harder than you could admit. all you could do was be thankful he couldn’t see your computer screen, the accidental typos and keyboard smashes across your documents, or the shaky way you dragged your mouse across the screen.

“taste— taste s’fuckin good, baby, i’m sorry— can’t stay away from this pretty little cunt—“ he’d ramble and ramble against you, pussy drunk and completely dazed as you willed yourself to fight off the orgasm slowly building up in your core. and it was true, he really couldn’t help himself. the minute he fell to his knees, his head pressed against the bottom of your desk and large, strong hands splayed across the inside of your soft thighs; something in him changed. you’d be lying if you said it didn’t excite you a little bit. you knew when he got like this, it was because he really needed it.

“jay, baby,” you’d start, pleading, understanding, “i need to finish— oh!— working!”

“no,” he’d whine, pitifully, “no, please, princess. lemme make you cum, need to make you cum,” you swore by the way his voice pitched he was near tears, and you weren’t sure if the wetness you felt as he pressed his face against your leg to peer up at you were tears, or from the mess pooling onto your chair— a mixture of his spit (because he was messy) and your juices. you groaned, legs twitching when he moved his hand to your clit to rub small circles against it, pleading eyes still locked in on yours. mouth open, panting, big puppy eyes: you found it hard to deny him.

which is why, a few seconds later, you were cumming on his tongue, harder than you ever had— your orgasm elevated by the sight of your boyfriend cumming untouched on his feet just before you.

#εïз jj maybank prompt ! #jj maybank prompt #jj maybank x reader #jj x reader #jj maybank

[poguesprincess]

like, jj is a needy bf. he will literally have sex w you anywhere anytime, including down on the sand, right up by the water. like your complaining about the cold water that reaches ur toes everytime a wave crashes but its ok cuz hes balls deep in u. also he will laugh at u for being scared of getting sand in ur cooch.

-🐚

*.⊹˚𝜗୧ ‧₊˚

“people are going to see us.”

“is this not a free country or something?” jj’s got his hand down your shorts, rubbing small circles onto your clit. you’re by the water, and literally anybody could come by and see him defiling you. his other hand is sneaking its way up to your bikini, fingers peeking behind the material to give your tit a squeeze, earning himself a smack on the wrist, "have you always been so stupid?"

"have you always been so mean?" he retorts, but he's all smiles. he can't help himself. not when he sees the care start to slowly drain from your face, and your legs twitch slightly as you try widen them without him noticing. you were so obvious. the water draws nearer to you, and you bite back a shriek.

"jay, it's cold! can't we go inside?" you try to reason with him, but his lips latch onto your neck and you know he's too far gone.

"want you. now, princess."

to ease your mind, he's got a towel (mostly) covering you, but it doesn't take long before he's inching his way inside of you, knees pressed into the sand as the evening sun beats down on him. he's deliciously tanned and gorgeous, and it makes you forget why you'd complain about anything in the first place. he presses a soft kiss to your temple, hips rocking slowly into you as he tries to fuck away your whines of protest.

"careful— ah— careful! you're going to get sand up there!" you cry, clawing at his back in a way that has him go slightly deaf to your voice.

"up— up where?" he's laughing again, and you roll your eyes as you finally decide to push him off you, mumbling angrily. you were never doing this again.

"woah, hey— hey, come back!" he tries to seem sympathetic, but his giggles are a dead giveaway that he's not taking any of this seriously, not even bothering to stop you from wrapping the towel from around your body and storming off to the house. you're cute when you're annoyed, he thinks.

#꒰ ۫ ੭ requests! ୨ৎ ꒱ #εïз jj maybank prompt ! #🐚 nonnie #jj maybank prompt #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank

[poguesprincess]

you and jj liked to fuck to horror movies.

*.⊹˚𝜗୧ ‧₊˚

the details on how it all started were fuzzy. you didn’t even like horror— could barely stomach all the jumpscares, the blood, the gore. the boy would force you to watch the films anyway (they were all he had available, all he bothered to buy anyway), loving how you would curl up next to him shakily, a firm hand on his bicep as you pressed yourself impossibly close to his side. he liked to whisper in your ear how he’d protect you, or sometimes trash you for jumping at the tamest of scares.

sometimes, when you got a little too freaked out, he’d take your face in one hand, squishing the fat of your cheeks unflatteringly as he slid his tongue into your mouth, sloppily wrapping the muscle around your own and angling to shove it deeper into your mouth. he was almost as gross as some of his movies about it, but it calmed you down right away.

one night you’d eased yourself sideways onto his lap, face hiding pathetically in the crease of his neck as you tried to block out the screen from your line of vision. jj, seemingly too interested in what was happening onscreen, surmised the best solution at that moment was to slowly reach his hand down your panties and rub slow, comforting circles onto your clit.

“jay?”

“shh, just focus on me, sweetcheeks.”

you couldn’t understand exactly how that was possible, given that every sound emitting from the tv had you near shrieking. you opened your mouth to tell him he was being ridiculous, but he caught on before you could manage— bringing his lips to your neck as he dipped his fingers into you simultaneously. you stifled a moan, head still buried in the crook of his neck.

“good?” he asked softly, eyes still glued to the screen, fingers still working their way inside of you. you managed a nod, lifting your head to look at him.

against your will, you caught sight of the movie in your peripheral, just as the movie threw another lousy jumpscare on screen. your hand flies to your mouth to conceal your scream, but jj angles his fingers against that spot in your walls at the same time, and your eyes widen as you let out a pornographic moan instead— adrenaline and fear mixing deliciously with the pleasure delivered by jj and his hands.

he stops for a second, looking down at you with his brows furrowed, the way he normally does when the wheels in his brain turn as he formulates a plan. you feel him shift under you, his hard-on now evident against the curve of your ass.

he whispers to you, “keep your eyes on the movie,”— so low you can barely hear it, but the assertiveness of it sends shivers down your spine so severe you don’t even question what was asked of you.

his hands move faster now, teeth gritted as he now watches you and your fear-filled eyes on the television. he waits, knowing another scare is soon to come up, before pressing his thumb to your clit as he pumps two fingers into your now sopping wet cunt, groaning when he feels you clench around him when you let out a scream-moan— adrenaline rushing through your veins, the foreign feeling so intense it brings you to orgasm almost immediately. jj watches you, mouth agape as he slows his movements, panting heavily as you stare at each other wordlessly. he dips to press a sloppy, wet hot kiss to your mouth before you feel him move inside you again, this time faster— desperate to get you to cum like that again.

now, every time movie night rolls around, he makes sure your back is pressed to his chest, a protective hand held at the back of your neck, ensuring your eyes stay glued on the tv, as he fucks up into you for the third time that night.

#εïз jj maybank prompt ! #jj maybank prompt #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank #jj x reader

[poguesprincess]

♱ ‧₊˚ you find it hard to focus when jj maybank is talking— or more accurately, ranting.

he’s frantic, pacing, rambling on and on about something you’re not entirely listening to, something about gold? the details were hazy. sat on the couch, the only thing you can seem to focus on is the way his hips sway, accentuated by the low-hanging sweats he’s sporting, his self-made muscle tank billowing as he walks, giving you sight to his toned abdomen. he’s slightly sweating, hair tousled, and— he’s stopped.

“are you even listening to me, man?” he’s not annoyed, you don’t think. disappointed, maybe. you try your hardest to look up at him, to open your mouth and say something, but he turns to face you fully, and your eyes are locked on the imprint of his dick in those sweats. you can barely even register the way he tuts at you, chuckle rumbling deep in his chest. wordlessly, he strides towards you, stopping when his hips are only inches away from your face, pushed outwards only slightly to make sure your eyes stay locked on his cock.

a hand makes its way to your hair, stroking gently. then, a tug, and he’s forcing you to look up at him, his gaze dark— face even. it makes you pathetically wet.

“you gonna answer me, or keep gawking at my cock like a little slut?” he says it so softly, you can barely hear it. your brain screams for you to answer him, panicked, but when you open your mouth nothing more than a croak comes out. suddenly, the room is hot— too hot, and your mind is blanking, and you look down at his crotch once more before you lose all sense of self.

your head dips forward, nose brushing his tip through the soft fabric of his sweats, shoving your face into his half-hard crotch. he welcomes it, using the hand already resting on the back of your head to push you further, guide you as you practically nuzzle him. you let out a soft sigh, tongue darting out when your face rubs along the length of him, hands clawing desperately at his thighs. you practically purr as you take in the scent of it, arousal clouding your judgement, mouthing and panting along his erection, desperate to get it into your mouth. you can hear him giggle softly into a moan when you raise yourself to kiss his lower stomach, eyes wide and pleading as you try ease his pants down.

“fuuuck, baby, ‘you wanted to suck me off so bad, you could’a said sum’n.”

#εïз jj maybank prompt ! #jj maybank prompt #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank #jj x reader #jj maybank smut

[poguesprincess]

content warning: piss, and a slightly pervy jj. characters are both high but all acts are consensual.

♱ ‧₊˚ stoned and hazy, jj maybank’s got you straddling his lap, half-burnt joint hanging lazily from his lips.

he’s dragging your cunt against the imprint of his cock so slowly, it’s almost agonizing. with your hands placed on his knees, you giggle as he gawks at you, eyes trailing the outline of your tits in his shirt, ears perked at the soft sound of your moans. fuck, he thinks, this is the life.

you bounce slightly, and he curses, a light laugh leaving him as he flicks away the joint, focusing his full attention onto you. he’s too high and too fucking horny to care that he’s already so close to cumming in his boxers— too caught up at the sight of you, the perfect pair of tits and ass that you are, pretty face to top it all off.

he thinks of all the times he’s had to jerk one out just from thinking about you, and that coil in his abdomen is starting to tighten, and he’s moving you faster. “you want it, baby?” he’s mumbling, eyes locked on yours.

you nod eagerly, leaning down to kiss him, hands intertwining, and you’re still bouncing, and he can feel your hardened nipples against his chest— and then it hits him: he needs to fucking piss. he needs to piss now, he’s thinking as he sucks on your tongue. fuck, i’m gonna piss on her, if she keeps bouncing like that. the thought hits him, and he realizes it’s just about the hottest thing to ever cross his mind, and he can feel himself grow impossibly harder. he tries to warn you, reluctantly pulling his lips away from yours, stuttering, but you’re too damn stubborn, and you pull him back onto you.

he has half a mind to try and warn you again, but you roll your hips down onto his cock extra slowly, cunt catching on the head of it, and he loses it— letting go the stream of piss he was holding in with a long and deep, drawn out moan. it coincides with his orgasm, and he bucks his hips upwards aggressively, moans hitching louder with each thrust. you’ve stopped moving, but his orgasm is still going, and you can barely catch on to the words he’s saying.

“fuck, i’m sorry— i’msorryi’msorry, i tried to tell you— fuck, feels so good, baby, holy shit!” he continues, but you tune him out, eyes locked on the wet and sticky and warm mess below you. his hands reach to pull you off, now scared that he’s fucked up whatever it is the two of you have for good, but you move again.

“please, jay, please do that again.”

#εïз jj maybank prompt ! #jj maybank prompt #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank #jj maybank smut

[poguesprincess]

u said JJ is a COD type guy. as a cod girly i need to know how he reacts to the things pee-brained men say to women on there

you with his headset on, and him behind the controls, i think he’d be floored by the things they say to you. he’s a little oblivious.

firstly i think i need to preface this by saying he’d be so excited by this idea he’s concocted because he thinks he’s cracked the code on how to get away with gaming and spending time with you at the same time.

“jay, they’re yelling slurs at me. all of them are calling me slurs.” you’re unimpressed, and he’s hastily grabbing at the microphone to tell these losers off. “hey, thats— thats my girl you’re talking to— quit it!”

and, when he thinks he’s gotten a leash on them, the comments begin:

“hey maybank, how’s the pussy on that thing?”

“you gonna let us take turns with her?”

“shit, i’d think it’s your bitch behind the controller and not you, maybank.”

which, of couse, ends with the headset yanked off of your head when you’re done dictating to him the things they’ve said, and a red-faced, angry jj, who’s left the room to properly tell off the men behind the computer screen.

after telling them how bitchless they are, his anger gets to the best of him— tossing the headphones onto his desk and dropping straight to his knees, shorts and panties ripped off from under you.

“jay, what if they’re still on—“

“gonna show those virgin losers what it’s like to feel the touch of a woman, since they’re clearly so desperate for it.”

#꒰ ۫ ੭ requests! ୨ৎ ꒱ #εïз jj maybank prompt ! #jj maybank prompt #jj maybank #jj maybank smut #jj maybank x reader #jj x reader

[poguesprincess]

bff!jj being a secret virgin but being so vulgar and graphic around you just to see you blush hehehe until you catch him out and then it’s his turn to blush 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

im screaming oh my god anon 😵‍💫

*.⊹˚𝜗୧ ‧₊˚

jj maybank being a virgin was the last thing you expected. ever. you knew your best friend like the back of your hand, and the boy was far too explicit— whorish— for the word ‘virgin’ to ever come to mind when you thought of him. he was just, in the kindest way you could put it, rated ‘r’. plus, you’d seen him run off with other girls before, so you could only assume he had something going on.

and he’s always so quick with his comments, the vulgarity of them flying over your head most of the time, before they finally click in your head and your cheeks settle to a burning hot temperature. It’s problematic, at times, because he always seems to do it at the worst possible hour, which only fuels your embarrassment more.

so when you overhear a particularly private conversation between the boy and john b, your head spins a bit— a small smile settling on your face. you felt triumphant, being able to finally get back at him for the first time ever. when he makes his way back to his spot next to you on the couch, you have to bit your lip to contain your smile.

you turn to him wordlessly, patiently waiting for him to return your eye contact before slowly sliding a hand up his thigh, long eyelashes batting up at him innocently, “never pegged you as a virgin, maybank.” your voice is soft, laced with faux concern, and you can feel him tense under the wake of your hand. you watch his cheeks pink as he tries to process what you’ve just said, but you dont give him much of a chance.

as if you could go any slower, your fingers trace along the outline of his hardening dick, tilting your head as you wait for an answer— as if it were the simplest question you’d ever asked.

“i dont—“ he begins, but his words are cut short when you press your palm against him once, and then pull away. you smile, satisfied at the was he’s turned red and at a loss for words, chest heaving and pretty lips parted.

“not so cocky now, are we?” now, you can hardly contain your fit of giggles. your best friend was cute when he was flustered, it turns out.

“shut. up.”

#꒰ ۫ ੭ requests! ୨ৎ ꒱ #εïз jj maybank prompt ! #jj maybank prompt #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank #jj x reader

[poguesprincess]

nothin’ just thinking about calling jj papa <3

it would catch him sooo off guard, just imagine when the days over ‘n the two of you are settling down, he’s all soft and gentle with you as you ready yourself for bed.

“y’gonna leave me hangin’, sugar?” he mumbles to you, arms open as he waits for you to join him. he gets disgustingly clingy when he’s worn out, the fatigue in his body stripping him of his usual wittiness and humor. you run a hand through your hair, sleepily rubbing the side of your face as you struggle to move from the comfortable nest you’ve made on the couch.

“soon, j..” you yawn, and you smile softly when you hear him whine out loud, childishly, “babe, i’ll literally die if you don’t come here soon.”

“can’t move. come ‘n pick me up.”

you hear him shuffle, then you feel his big arms wrap around you, giggling to yourself as he mumbles and grumbles complaints of how spoiled you are before dropping you on your side of the bed.

“fanks,” you manage, voice muffled from the pillow. he grunts, positioning himself behind you and pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. it stirs something in you.

“kiss.”

“whas’at, doll?”

“kiss, please, papa.”

you can feel him stiffen beside you, but you barely registered the words that left your mouth before he pulls you onto your back by your hip.

“what’d you just call me?”

“papa.”

his face reddens, and you laugh.

“can’t— can’t just say shit like that, unprompted and whatnot—“ he’s visibly embarrassed, and you can feel him harden against your thigh. your giggling ceases, and you look up at him with so much need he feels as though he may explode.

“wanna help you, papa,” he whispers your name as a warning, but you move without thinking, hand snaking down his sleep shorts, “please?”

“shit, babygirl, i can’t say no to that.”

now, you call him the name in front of the pogues just to tease him, because of the way he’s unable to hide how much it turns him on.

･｡ .⠐✿

#εïз jj maybank prompt ! #jj x reader #jj maybank #jj maybank smut #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank prompt

[poguesprincess]

*.⊹˚𝜗୧ ‧₊˚

when jj eats you out, he does it until you go limp and can’t see a thing but stars. he says he just can’t help himself, that he needs to feel you fall apart on his tongue for the sake of his interest. you’re surely spent beyond certain, and you have a twinge that the boys cum in his pants at least twice.

your hand searches desperately for purchase at the heap of curls on his head, and he practically moans at the feeling, head falling to rest on your thigh with a soft pant tickling it. it had you shivering.

you can hardly get a word out before he’s reasoning with you, and you cry out desperately as he presses an apologetic kiss onto your aching clit, and then another, and another until he’s full on making out with your cunt again.

you’re writhing from desperation and overstimulation and he has you cum on his tongue for the fifth time in a row, and you’re completely, utterly braindead. you can hardly register the gentle two-tap you receive on your forehead, nor the way he mumbles from above you,

“christ— you’re perfect.”

#୨୧ — dear diary ! #εïз jj maybank prompt ! #jj maybank #jj x reader #jj maybank prompt

[poguesprincess]

please more teasing bff!jj i’m so down bad for him. wanna give him a lap dance and watch his face get all red🤩

luckily for you teasing bff!jj (or any jj) is my brand! i kinda strayed away from the ask a bit but hopefully the point still stands.. here you go sweetheart <3

♱ ‧₊˚ jj maybank is your best friend.

you remind yourself this as you stare at him from across the crowded room. what he’s brought you to doesn’t necessarily constitute as a party, but it’s certainly too large of a crowd to be considered a small gathering. whatever it is, there’s some faint music, drinks, chatter.

he was your best friend, and maybe it was the 2 or 3 odd beers you’d had already, but he looked, for a lack of better words, yummy. like one of your usual boytoys you’d seduce on a night like this. still slightly upset with him from whatever bickering argument the two of you shared in the car before, it also beckoned you to have some fun with him. rile him up. again, the drinks were talking.

which is why you slam down the half empty bottle in your hand on the counter, its contents splashing over your fingers and onto those of whatever boy had been talking your ear off the majority of the night, storming off and away from him without a word. jj catches a glimpse of you, and his focus drifts away from his own conversation. he’s your best friend. you try to remember this.

but, the closer you get, the more it slips your mind, and the more the drinks whisper how good he looks.

“i want to dance.”

“what happened to princess over there?” he points to the boy you were with before, and you not that you now have two men very clearly still annoyed with you.

“not good enough.” his face is full of protest, but he lets you lead him outside anyways, where the music is louder, the crowd is fuller, the consequences are duller. the two of you dance, but it isn’t enough. slipping from under his arm, you hold his hand in yours, back facing him, and your hips sway faster. jj maybank was an easy boy. a boy like other boys. you knew how to get back at him.

he’s hardly paying attention to you until he realizes the gap between you two is closing, his face pinking up at the proximity. jj never really knew how to deal with having a really, really hot best friend. he tried his best to ignore it. but it didn’t change the fact that he was painstakingly attracted to you, and that the girl he’d sworn himself off of was now slowly grinding her ass onto his crotch. chill, he told himself. just chill.

“the fuck are you doing?” are you trying to get me to fuck you?

“dancing?” you bring his hand down and rest it on your hip, encouraging him to take the lead (you knew he couldn’t). you could feel how tense he was, blue eyes boring down between the space where your hips roll against him. you can hear him utter a small fuck, hands shaky as he tries to keep his cool. you turn, and it takes everything in you not to laugh in his red hot face.

“jesus, maybank, is this how you get every time a girl tries to dance with you?” he’s sputtering, too focused on trying to seem normal— collected, in the public space, feet fumbling as he tries to hide his nervousness with his dancing. you’ve never seen him like this before. the thread snaps when you bend over slightly, hands on your knees, and you feel his strong arm grip yours painfully, practically dragging you as he makes his way back to his truck. you struggle to contain your laughter. he’s still red in the face when you turn to look at him, still spilling over his words as he tries to curse you out.

“think you’re funny, huh. real comedian over here.”

“oh, jay, you should see your face!” you’re doubled over at this point, clutching to his bicep, and he’s desperately trying to shove you into the car. “just get in!” he’s frantic, and you assume it’s because he’s embarrassed, but you can’t see the imprint of his hard cock in his jeans if you’re too busy giggling in his truck, rather than in his arms.

#꒰ ۫ ੭ requests! ୨ৎ ꒱ #weirdogirl888 #εïз jj maybank prompt ! #jj maybank prompt #jj maybank x reader #jj x reader #jj maybank smut

[poguesprincess]

how would it go if you’re sitting on bsf!jj’s lap and you feel him get hard??

feel like he’d get embarrassed ‘n a little pissed off when you notice it!!

*.⊹˚𝜗୧ ‧₊˚

because he’s always the first one to offer up “a seat” (his lap) when there’s seemingly less chairs around than before, or when you have to cram up in the twinkie, or really any excuse he can find to get you to sit on him. most of the time, it’s not like he’s being a perv about it, he just likes being close to you. that’s what he tells you, anyway.

“hup— looks like we’re all outta chairs for you, m’lady. gonna have to take a seat,” he chirps, albeit happily, patting his lap eagerly a little too swiftly the moment you enter the room. john b speaks up as if he’s about to offer you his own chair, but jj gives him a look so intense you roll your eyes at how obvious he’s being, before making your way towards him and plopping yourself on his lap.

but you’re fidgety and restless, and jj begins to regret even calling you over because he knows he can’t hide how painfully bad he has it for you once his dick makes itself known against the curve of your ass. you shift uncomfortably for the nth time in a row, and he grabs your forearm a little too harshly.

“ow, jj”

“stop moving.”

“wh— it’s not my fault your legs are so bony,” you complain, shifting again.

“stop. moving.” his voice is harsher now, and you turn to look at him, confusion evident on your face.

“what’s got your panties in a twist?— oh,” you feel it then, exactly why you began to feel so uncomfortable. the evidence was hard and strained in his pants, pressing painfully against your ass, and you stifle a giggle. it makes his face burn a bright red.

“jj, oh my god— are you 12 years old?”

“shut up!” his voice raises slightly, and the group pauses conversation to ogle at him. he clears his throat, lifting his hips slightly to try alleviate discomfort. it makes things worse, which makes your fit of giggles harder to contain.

“what happened to, ‘not being a perv’?” you ask him, lashes batting in his face in a manner so unnerving he feels the urge to smother you. his breathing is hard, uneven, and embarrassment is clear in the way he avoids eye contact with you. his jaw ticks, and you know you’ve pissed your best friend off. you wouldn’t be his best friend, however, if the fact didn’t egg you on. you continue to silently tease him, and he pushes you off his lap, causing you to stumble slightly onto the ground. he stomps his way, like a child, towards the bathroom— earning himself another confused look from the group of pogues oblivious to what was happening. they turn to you, and you shrug.

“think he’s having a hard time, today,” you snicker, smile unmoving as you watch the boy flip you off in your peripheral as he turns the corner.

he was going to have fun getting back at you.

#꒰ ۫ ੭ requests! ୨ৎ ꒱ #εïз jj maybank prompt ! #jj maybank prompt #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank

[poguesprincess]

been on my fortnite grind lately and i just cant stop thinking about playing while jj fingers you </33

*.⊹˚𝜗୧ ‧₊˚

i like to think the idea was yours at first. that you’d gotten so fed up with the game taking up your boyfriend’s attention from you that the only thing you could think to do was learn how to play it so you could play with him.

but of course, you’re impatient— and the intensity of the game has you overwhelmed and frustrated.

“no, don’t go over ther— o-kay, do it anyway,”

“jay,” you whine, “you’re not helping.” the controls are foreign to your manicured fingers, and you struggled to navigate comfortably, and soon enough you died in a crossfire. safe to say, you were near tears.

but that wasn’t a problem. jj was always a good problem solver— in his own way, and so he reasoned with you, “you need to relax, girly,” a sneaky hand sliding over your thigh and resting a little too far inward, “‘think i know what can help you.”

and soon enough, you’re laid on his lap, legs spread wide and you chew on your bottom lip and try your best to focus on the game (as per jj’s request) as he slowly pumps one, two, fingers into your puffy hole, not even bothering to pretend like his elaborate ‘plan’ wasn’t entirely self-indulgent. he coos words of praise into your ear, lowering his palm onto your clit as you haphazardly try to pay attention to the game as intended. it makes you lose all knowledge of what your next move was, and you lose pathetically when you fall off a cliff just as jj cocks his fingers upwards in time with the small circles he’s paced on your clit, a loud moan escaping you as you pout cutely over your loss.

“think you’re getting better already, princess,” he smiles, the evidence of his amusement pressed against your neck. you open your mouth to scold him, but he eases a third finger into you before you get the chance.

“if you manage to get a kill in the next round, i’ll let you cum.”

needless to say, you learned pretty quickly after that.

#εïз jj maybank prompt ! #jj maybank prompt #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank #jj x reader

[moneymaybank]

jj and rafe love triangle would be immaculate

LETS FUCKING TALK ABOUT IT.

again, I don’t usually read love triangle romances because most of the time they’re really shitty and just not portrayed and the most appealing way possible (like the love triangles where we obviously know the most deserving character is fucked over)

BUT HEAR ME OUT W/ JJ & RAFE LOVE TRIANGLE

because it is actually very puzzling, ima try to make this sound less biased (from a jj bby)

rafe wants to spoil you, show you off, shit i think he’d even change his way of life FOR YOU (if we count that hes a coke whore) if it meant you’d stay with him forever cause you’re the only one that really listens and cares (but humbles him when he REALLY needs that) he needs you to literally ground him down to earth. (garden by sza)

he’s inexperienced when it comes to love that doesn’t come with terms and conditions, mind games, and sometimes betrayal or infidelity

but he’s literally willing to turn the color of the sky purple if it meant YOU’D FUCKING STAY okay okay we get it? moving on!

and jj is a troubled kid with extremely humble beginnings but everything he has to offer is the kind of love that is really fucking real. I’m talking like this scene in IN THE NOTEBOOK

“So it’s not gonna be easy, it’s gonna be really hard. we’re gonna have to work at this every day but I wanna do that because I want you. I want all of you, forever, you and me every day…”

and then the rest of the scene of him talking about if you really picture your life with rafe.

if we’re in a delulu competition and i’m your opponent you’re fuckin COOKED

im not gon lie to yall.. he’s a retired serial whore

there’s no denying before he met you he was a literal slut, couldn’t keep it in his pants, all fucked up in the love department. but when you walked in, it scared him because he knew he couldn’t fuck this up. he cut all ties with old hoes, you turned his whole mind upside with the way you made him feel things so intensely real that he didn’t put up a fight with his feelings and in less than a month he was wrapped around your finger.

you literally triggered a huge change in this mans life, in EVERY WAY and he plans on making every single effort and move towards you to count, even if it means you won’t choose him anyway.

lil angsty in the end but somebody had to do it. lolz!

THX ANON🤗

#♛ melo’s drama #jj maybank #jj maybank brainrot #jj maybank prompt #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank x you #rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x you #rafe outer banks #rafe imagine #rafe fanfiction #rafe obx #rafe smut #εïз jj maybank prompt ! #jj mayback x reader #jj mayback imagine #outer banks