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sugarcoatedstarkey · 5 months

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Green Eyed

Pairings - Rafe Cameron x Reader (Jj x reader & Jb x reader)

Summary - You want Rafe to admit you’re his girl so you set out to make him Jealous.

Warnings - drinking, language, oral, sex, choking, scratching, name calling, slight manhandling. 18+

The party was in full swing, red cups lined the kitchen bench and the stench of tequila wafted through the vents. You sat upon the couch, pressed between Rafe and Topper. Both of them talking above your head while you watched your best friend flirt with her coworker, you loved people watching. Especially at parties where they really let loose and show you their hidden personality.

“It’s rude to stare '' Topper jokes, his arm resting behind your head casually. Ignoring the glares Rafe was throwing his way, this usually caused an argument between the two of them. Rafe would say ‘don’t touch my girl’ and Topper would throw the ‘she isn’t your girl until you make her your girl’, it would just spiral from there. Honestly it was kind of draining, Rafe always telling people you were his girl but never officially making you his girl.

“So Topper, do you think Rafe is jealous?” You're adding fuel to the fire, smirking up at Rafe who’s brows are scrunched together in annoyance. You could practically feel the anger radiating off his broad frame.

“Why yes y/n, I do think he is jealous” Topper chuckles, his fingers dropping to your shoulder giving you a small squeeze. Rafe scoffs angling his body to face the both of you, anger still riddled his features.

“Please… I am not jealous” he states, no hesitation to his words. Your heart drops, did he really mean that? Or was he fucking around?

“Oh really?” Your eyebrows raise at him, a challenge. You were down for a challenge, you’d show him. “You wouldn’t mind if I did this then”.

Your lips are on Toppers before Rafe can even respond, your tongue invading his mouth. Your hands cup his jaw as his own hands greedily pull you in by your lower waist.

You feel his body move from beside you and when you pull away he’s storming through the party, fists curled at his side in anger. “That worked”.

“Sorry, I should have asked if that was okay” you say, giving Topper a soft smile which he reciprocates. “That’s alright, I’m down to make Rafe jealous any day. Bro needs to be knocked down a peg or two” he jokes, watching his best friend throw back shot after shot. The both of you laugh at how quick he was to leave, your feeling rather cocky until he’s pulling the girl you have such a deep hate for to his lips.

The breath is knocked out of you at the sight, his hands are feeling all over her body. She’s fucking loving it, practically humping him like a goddamn dog. He’s pushing her against a wall and slipping his fingers under her dress, the anger is bubbling within you.

“He’s a dickhead” Topper says beside you, his hand runs up and down your arm in a comforting friendly sort of way. “Don’t worry, I’m going to win this thing” you state, pushing yourself off the chair and storming into the dance floor.

There was no one else Rafe hated more than JJ Maybank and you knew he would be around here somewhere, your tapping Kiara on the shoulder giving her a smile which she reciprocates surprisingly. “Do you know where JJ is?” You ask, you don’t like your odds with her. She was fiercely loyal to her friends and hated Kooks to the core. She was a hit and miss when it came to being her friend, something you’ve dealt with since you were kids. “Probably outside smoking a joint”.

She’s turning back to her friends before you can ask anything else, you look back over at Rafe one last time and set out on your hunt.

Back inside Rafe is pulling away from the girl in front of him, turning back to the seat you once occupied. Grinning to himself when he sees you're gone, pushing the girl's skanky hands away from him and stalks back over to Topper. “That was low bro” Topper tutts, shaking his head at Rafe who rolls his eyes in response. “Where did she go?”.

“Oh you don’t want to know” Topper grumbles, Clearly unhappy you were going to use a pogue instead of a Kook. He was all good with this little game but didn’t like the idea of the pogues. “Tell me”

“Your not going to like it bro”

“Just fucking tell me!” Rafe shouts, fisting his friend's shirt in anger. “Went to look for Maybank”.

Rafes face is pure red, the vein in his neck threatening to burst. He shouts a few curse words and drops Topper back on the couch, storming his way through the house.

You're kissing JJ Maybank, someone you never thought you’d kiss. He always jokingly said how much you wanted him and would say he’d rock your world, you’d be begging to be a pogue, you just didn’t expect to be dropping to your knees in front of him.

“Right here?” JJ stutters, aware that you were not at all in private. Anyone could step behind the shade cloth and see you on your knees with his cock in your mouth. “Don’t be scared” you purred, stroking his cock slowly emitting a low groan from his chest.

Your tongue swirls around his head, swallowing him deep into your throat. Your cheeks hollow around him, tongue gliding up and down his shaft. He’s a moaning mess, fingers curled into your messy hair. Leaning against the wall for support, he was not surprised with how good you took his cock. “I always knew your pretty mouth was good for something” he groaned, rolling your eyes at his words you pushed him to the back of your throat, spit trailed down your chin.

Rafe was about ready to beat the absolute shit out of JJ, eyes staring hard from across the garden. His anger was radiating off him, his body shook with rage. “Fuck” he screamed, causing the bodies in the garden you scatter from him. Not wanting to be caught in the crossfire of Rafe Cameron.

The moment you hear his voice, you move faster against JJ, it only takes a few more strokes of your tongue and you're pushing him away and angling his cock to his exposed stomach. He’s shooting his load all over himself, eyes hooded and breath labored. He watched you pull yourself to your feet, wiping your mouth with your thumb. “Thanks” you breath, spinning in the spot you walk away from him and towards where Rafe and Topper stood.

You should feel slightly afraid with the way he’s staring at you, his eyes are dark with anger and the veins in his arms are straining hard. “Like the show?” You smirk, patting him on the chest. His fingers grip your wrist tightly and worry floods your veins at the tightness, screwing your face up in pain. Topper's hand comes up to squeeze Rafe’s shoulders, reminding him where he is and who he’s touching.

He lets your wrist go instantly but doesn’t say a word, you expect him to cave and admit he is jealous and finally ask you to be his girl. Instead he is once against stomping away, you roll your eyes hard and turn to Topper.

“He’s so damn stubborn! What the fuck!” You exclaim, snatching the drink from Topper you skull the half warm beer and pass him back the empty bottle. “I need something stronger”.

A fair few shots later, you're dancing like an absolute mad woman with Topper and your best friend. Glancing around the room looking for Rafe, expecting him to be lent against the wall watching. “Where is Rafe?” You question Topped, he shrugs and goes back to dancing.

You step away from them in search for him, suddenly feeling nauseas that he’s fucking some one else up stairs.

Your opening doors and searching high and low for him, the last bathroom stares you in the face. You knock but no one says anything, gripping the door handle you open the door. Rafe’s eyes meet yours and evil smirk paints upon his face, your eyes drop to the floor where you're supposed friends kneels in front of him. His cock burried deep in her throat, tears of pleasure soaking her cheeks.

You're slamming the door shut and running away from the bathroom, tears are threatening to spill. Topper and your best friend are nowhere to be seen, searching the crowd for anyone to hide with.

“What’s wrong” John B is questioning, his arm comes around your shoulder pulling you in for a hug. It was no secret that you and John B got along, he was the only pogue who didn’t just look at you as a piece of shit or a piece of meat. “Rafe”.

That’s all you need to say, John B nods and pulls you up the stairs. You follow closely behind him, walking into a room unoccupied. Moving over to sit on the bed. “He’s just so infuriating, he won’t admit he’s jealous, he won’t ask me to be his girlfriend” you blurt, covering your face with the palms of your hands. “I am purposely going out of my way to make him jealous and he just one ups me, I just caught him getting a fucking blow job from Beck! She’s meant to be my friend!”

John B takes a seat next to you and pulls you into a hug, your fingers crunch up the material of his shirt in anger. Hiding your face in the crook of his neck, he lets you complain and mumble into his shirt for a few moments until he pulls you away.

He’s kissing you to stop your rambling, your arms wrapping around his neck to pull him closer. Moving your body to straddle him, his hands run up the length of your thighs. “Let's make him jealous and you’ll even get an orgasm out of it”

You're nodding your head and pressing your lips to his, grinding your hips into him. You can feel him growing beneath you, your wetness begins to soak the material of your panties. Your grabby hands bunch up his shirt until he’s throwing it over his head, your fingers dancing across his chest and abs.

Dipping your hands low to unbutton his shorts, you step off him and pull your dress over your head. Your breasts sat bare, John B’s eyes trained in on your hard nipples.

“Just to make Rafe Jealous” you state, he nods his head and you step towards him. He grabs you by the waist and pushes you down onto the bed.

Rafe is wild, running around the house and outside looking for you. Topper follows close behind him, they both search for you. “You took it too far bro, if you just told her you were jealous she wouldn’t have run off” he says, rolling his eyes at his best friend. Rafe comes to a stop and turns his body, running the palm of his hand down his face. “Shut the fuck up… I already know that! She’s mine okay and I’m going to show her that she’s mine!” He growls, storming back off again. He runs up the stairs, pulling open doors. He just about falls to his knees at the sight of you laying upon the bed, somebody’s head between your thighs. Your face screwed up in pleasure, explicit moans fall from your open lips. His hand shoots out to stop Topper from walking in and seeing you naked upon a bed, your head turns to the door in shock at the sound of Topper grunting.

You're coming around John B’s tongue at the sight of Rafe watching, his eyebrows creased and he steps into the room. “You’ve had your fun, now get out before I break your goddamn face AGAIN” he growls, his eyes don’t leave yours. He knows if he sees John B’s lips glisten with your arousal he will pummel him. He watches as you sit up slowly, waving your hand towards John B. “It’s okay” you say, giving him a look of ‘this is what I wanted’, he nods his head and pulls his shorts back on and stumbles out of the room.

You reach for your dress, but Rafe is quick to snatch it from you. “Give it back” you exclaim, reaching for the material. Your bare chest presses to his, you could feel the thud of his heart rattling against you. The heat from his anger radiated from his body, he dropped the dress and enclosed his fingers around your throat.

“You know I don’t like to share” he growls, he walks you back until the back of your knees press to the bed. Tightening his grip around your throat, watching your face flush red. You let out a choked cry scratching at his forearm, he lets go slightly and pushes you down on the bed. “You were jealous Rafe, just fucking admit it!” You shout, you dig your nails into his forearm causing him to pull away from your throat. “Fucking admit it Rafe! Fucking admit that you want me to be your girl! If you don’t, I’m done” you warn, you press your foot into his chest and push him away from you. He stumbles back into the wall giving you the opportunity to grab your dress and run around the side of the bed.

“Admit it… I’ll put this dress on and I’ll walk out that door. You’ll never see me naked again” your chest is heaving, anxiety bubbles in your stomach. You weren’t sure he would admit, he was stubborn and could be such an asshole when he wanted to be. You weren’t sure you could take it if he let you leave, you were in love with him.

You both stare at one another, you begin turning the dress inside out. Before you can slip your arms back into the holes he is once again ripping it out of your hands, grabbing your jaw instead.

“Your mine… I own you” he growls, smashing his lips to yours. A moment of weakness takes over and you kiss him back, reaching around his neck with both arms. “Wait Rafe no.. Rafe stop” you mumble pushing on his chest, he wasn’t going to get away with it again. “Fuck! Y/n, I love you okay! You're my girl.. your mine!”.

You forget how to breathe, staring at him with wide eyes. You hadn’t expected him to say he loved you. His thumb caresses your bottom lip, your breath fanning over him. “I love you to” you manage to squeak out, your lips are on each other again.

Your naked body pressing against his, his greedy fingers grab and pull at your skin. His fingers reach between you to cup your cunt, already dripping for him. “Just because I love you doesn’t mean I’m not going to punish you for letting fucking John B touch you!” He growls, biting down on your neck. You let out a squeal, legs opening just enough for his fingers to slip through and into your hole. “This pussy better be wet for me and not that fucking pogue” he states, his eyes have darkened with lust. His fingers roughly thrust deep into you, you let out a hiss when his thumb circles your throbbing clit. “Answer me”.

“It’s.. it’s wet for you Rafe!” You cry out, he drags his tongue down the length of your neck. Dropping just enough to enclose his mouth over your nipple, biting and sucking. You're trembling around him, nails digging deep into the skin of his shoulders. One of his hands holds your leg up, exposing your abused cunt to him.

“That’s it you dirty slut, fuck my hand. This is the only goddamn hand that’s going to be inside you until you die”

His fingers abruptly stop, pulling out of you sharply. The sound of your dripping cunt is heard over your gasp, your orgasm fizzles out leaving you high and dry. “Rafe! What the fuck!” You cry, he ignores you and begins taking his clothes off. His cock stands tall, he lets out a hiss when he fists the base. Pre cum drips down his hand, the tip is a deep red calling out to be sucked.

Your eyes meet again and he is quick to snatch you up, throwing you onto the bed like a rag doll. Moving your body so you were on all floors, ass up high and head down low. “I’m going to show you who fucking owns you and this sweet fucking pussy, do you understand me?”.

You're nodding your head furiously, your hair covering your face. A moment of sweetness he reaches down to gather your hair up and swipes it to the side exposing your face to him. That moment is quickly gone and he’s gripping your hips, he doesn’t give you a chance to steady yourself. Slamming his cock deep inside of you, no matter how many times you have fucked him he always stretches you out. Your cunt burns from the intrusion, his fingers dig into the flesh of your hips. His own hips meet your ass roughly, his palm pushes against your back stopping you from looking back at him.

Your breath gets caught in your throat as he pounds into you, his cock hits so deep you think you can feel him in your guts. Your cries are muffled by the blanket, tears stream down your face as you chase your high once again. “Fuck your pussy never ceases to amaze me”.

His grip is tight and you're sure you’ll have bruises in the morning, he’s relentless, letting all his anger out on your pussy. “So fucking wet”.

His words just cause a waterfall between your legs, dripping all over his thick cock. “Fuck… Rafe! Fuck!”.

Your walls are sucking him deep, pulsating around him. “Please.. oh god please” you cry, you want to cum so bad it’s to the point of pain now. It’s stirring in your belly, toes curling and blacked out vision.

“Not yet”.

He’s pulling out of you again, clenching your pussy down on nothing. That orgasm so ready to explode fades away again, he grips your hair and pulls you from the bed. He manhandles you until you sit upon his lap, his cock teasing your lips. “Ride me”.

It’s an order, and an order you shall take. You're sliding down his cock, bouncing against him for dear life. “Fuck.. that’s it your dirty slut! Taking me like an angel but really you're the devil”.

He’s kissing upon your neck and chest, leaving behind dark red bruises. Marking you as Rafe Cameron’s girl. You did not care, you wanted everyone to know you were his girl. Your tits bounce, pussy swallowing him until you can’t tell where you start or he ends. Buried so deep within you, you feel full. “Such a Fucking perfect pussy hmm”.

“Yeah.. oh god Rafe! I can’t take it! Please please Rafe… please let me cum” you beg, gripping onto his shoulders as you bounce hard and fast. “Go on, cum on this cock. Show me how much you love me”.

You do as you're told, you chase that high. You chase it until blood drips down his shoulder blades, your body trembling above him. “Oh Jesus fucking Christ.. oh fuck! Oh my fuck—”.

You screams of pleasure can be heard from the first floor, your eyes squeezed shut, Rafe has to physically move you above him as you black out from the pleasure. His own release following, burying himself deep inside of you.

It takes you a few moments to come back to reality, your forehead pressed to his shoulder. Taking deep breaths to steady your heart rate, moving just enough to look him in the eye.

“You called me a slut” he’s quick to fall back into the usual Rafe he was when around you. “I didn’t mean it”.

“Good because if I’m a slut so are you… you let my friend suck your cock” raising your eyebrow up at him in amusement, he closes his eyes for a split second and looks back at you. “I think we are even”.

“Yeah alright, let’s call it even. So you do love me?”

“I do love you”

“Suppose I love you too”.

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stormberry-12 · 1 year

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the pogues/ESPECIALLY JJ would protect innocent!reader SO MUCH. like she could be the youngest or something and they would go back for her (for ex. when they had to leave jb in s3). anyways jj would so definitely say something like, “you’re like their little sister, but you’re MY girl.” yk

my woman ~ jj maybank x reader

Ahh yes, I totally agree, and I LOVE the innocent!reader and JJ trope>>>

summary: in the ask! not from season 3 but a close concept. :)

pairing: jj x innocent!fem!reader

warnings: slight language, reader in danger, mega fluff.

notes: lowercase intended, this was made late at night and not rlly edited srry if its bad lmao, (jj requests open still)

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you shifted around and felt the sun on your face as your eyes fluttered open. you were in the twinkie bumping along a winding road, clinging onto jj, who was sitting in his seat, like a koala. or as jay called it, "the front pack", it was like a piggyback but on his front because he always wanted to check on you and make sure you were okay.

you shifted your legs around his torso and lifted your head from the crook of his neck.

"hiya, cupcake," he whispered softly, taking one of his arms that was wrapped around you and moving it so he could brush strands of hair from out of your eyes. "good nap?"

you nodded, wiping the sleep from your eyes, and he smiled. you suddenly recalled how you had gotten here and relief washed over you.

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you were running through alleyways on the cut, you felt betrayed. where had the pogues gone? they were there with you five seconds ago and now you were running away from those bloody square groupers alone.

over by the pogues, jj was having a mental breakdown, "where did she go man?"

"damn it!" john b exclaimed."pope, i thought she was behind you when we cut down this way!

"we have to go back for her-" jj houghed.

"i don't know jay..."

"no... no. we have to." he held his hat in one hand and ran the other through his hair in distress.

"he's right, we have to." pope agreed.

"come on man, we finally lost those guys and now you want to follow em?" john b sighed.

"jb you of all people should understand, she's like a little sister to you man! she's still only 16 and this kind of stuff scares the shit out of her, i can't do that to her guys-"

"john b we're going after her," kie pleaded.

"god! we're wasting time, i'm gonna go after her, even if i have to do it by myself!" jj ran off in your last seen direction. john b gave in and followed along with the rest of the pogues, they all knew jj was right, and their group wouldn't survive without you.

as you continued to run, blood pumping through your ears, you looked for the best spot to hide behind, trying to throw them off. you slid behind a large dumpster and listened as the sets of footsteps of the two men ran past you.

you waited a moment, calming your breathing before you moved from behind the bin. you jumped as the footsteps came back in your direction, but instead of those square groupers, it was jj and the pogues.

"y/n!" j sighed in relief scooping you up into his arms. "I'm so sorry, that will never happen again-"

you just stood there too exhausted to complain, your face buried in his chest. john b brought the twinkie around the corner and you all piled in, driving off into the night.

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"you came back for me," you smiled at your boyfriend wrapping your arms around his neck, still facing him on his lap.

"of course," jj said. "you know you're like their little sister, we honestly would fall apart without you... and your my girl."

"your girl?" you giggled.

"my girl, my woman, my soulmate." he repeated smoothly pressing his forehead to yours and closing his eyes. "you sure you're okay?"

"yeah," you said, leaning into his touch, playing with the hair on the nape of his neck. "perfect,"

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#jj maybank blurb #jj maybank #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank fluff #jj maybank x reader #obx fanfiction #outer banks #john b routledge #kiara carrera #pope hayward #sarah cameron #innocent reader #obx

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lucyhistorian · 7 months

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"The Oct/Nov 2023 Relix issue features our first cover story with @xboygeniusx and much more! As they celebrate the release of their new EP ‘the rest,’ @LucyDacus, @PhoebeBridgers and @JulienRBaker explore how their offstage friendship has gradually blossomed into a bona fide band and genre-defining supergroup during the past five years."

You can buy just this copy here!

#lucy dacus #boygenius #2023 #julien baker #phoebe bridgers #bg #pb #jb #live #the record era #the rest era #press

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vainvenus · 1 month

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⌲;꒰ Pretty please!! ꒱

Characters :: John "B" Routledge, JJ Maybank, Pope Heyward, Rafe Cameron.

Synopsis :: You ask your boyfriend to do a simple task for you just to see if he will.

Includings :: Short drabbles, established relationships, acts of service, nicknames, just lots of fluff, maybe ooc Rafe

An :: Just because I think this trend is adorable

« J. Routledge »

"JB, can you pick out the pomegranate seeds for me? I don't like how sticky it is."

John B glanced back over at you as he stated at the Pomegranate and his lips press together in a thin line.

"Why didn't you get it in the cups? Where it's already all seeds?" He asks and you shrug, still holding the fruit out.

"It's sweeter this way. Please?"

He doesn't want to do it, not because he just doesn't want to; but because he doesn't really know how to peel a pomegranate.

But he nods with a smile as he grabs it from you and moves to grab the cutting board. "Of course, baby."

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« J. Maybank »

"JJ can you pretty please with cherries on top peel this orange for me?"

JJ chuckles a bit as he raises his brows in slight amusement, tilting his head towards you.

"What? Can't peel it on your own?"

He snickers, sort of making fun of you and you just shrug, holding it out to him again and he rolls his eyes playfully as he takes it from you.

He digs his nails into the skin of the fruit as he peels it back. He's a bit messy with it, but he gets the job done.

He takes one of the slices, popping it into his mouth and hands you the rest.

"There. Is there anything else of yours that I can peel off?"

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« P. Heyward »

"Pope! Tie my shoe, please."

"Of course." Pope hums and stops right in his tracks, he doesn't even question it or give you a confused look.

He gets down on his knees, patting one for you to place your shoe on his knee and he brings your hand to his shoulder to use as leverage.

He smiles as he ties your shoe, a simple task that he knows you could have done yourself but he doesn't mind doing it for you.

He taps your other shoe so both of them are tied the same and have less of a chance of untying without you even having to say anything.

He finished both shoes and dusts off his knees as he grabs your hand, entwining it with his and he places a kiss on your temple.

"There. Anything else you need?"

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« R. Cameron »

"Rafee! Can you reapply my lipgloss?"

Rafe looks over at you, not quite hearing you the first time so he walks over to you, leaning his golf club against the golf cart where your seated.

"What was that, princess?" He hums when he finally got close enough and you hold out your [f/color] lipgloss tube.

"I asked if you could reapply my lipgloss for me."

He's amused and a bit astonished at your request because it's so simple for you to do it yourself. He even narrows his gaze at you a little bit and you only smile.

"Are you fucking with me?"

"So is that a no?"

He inhales deeply and sighs, grabbing it from you. "Fine."

Rafe grabs your face softly to tilt your head up as you pucker your lips at him and he applies the lipgloss to your top and bottom lip in a fresh glossy coat.

"There. All better now?"

You nod, smiling and he can't help but smile back as he places a kiss on your lips and you groan that he messed it up.

He only shrugs and leans back in for another.

#obx x reader #obx drabble #john b routledge #john b x reader #jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank drabble #pope heyward #pope heyward x reader #pope heyward drabble #rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron drabble

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princessbrunette · 3 months

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Innocent reader who’s never had a high sex drive like at all and then she meets JJ or rafe and struggles to handle the switch up. She’s constantly wet needing them all the time. Clinging to them practically grinding on them in public and she doesn’t know what to do with herself cause she’s never been like this before

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sometimes just watching jj is enough to set you off. the way he speaks, the way he commands a conversation with his sarcasm and clever argumentation, the way he casually keeps an eye on you at all times— whether that’s by keeping a hand on your waist or glancing at you mid sentence to make sure you’re engaged. it’s true what they say, a girls sex drive can be totally influenced by the person she’s with and the way they treat her!

you don’t realise just how clear you make it when you need him, and it almost snaps you out of your haze when he clocks you each and every time. he’s yapping away, everyone stood outside the chateau drinking and having fun, jj creating a whole debate over something pointless just for entertainment when you move impossibly closer, practically smushing into his side.

“no okay i remember— i remember so freakin’ vividly that john b was the one who came up with it. now i know y’all wanna blame me, cos realistically yeah— only jj maybank could come up with something that stupid but i swear dudes, it was mr jb over there. you know it bro!” the blonde laughs, pointing a finger to the brunette as everyone laughs and chimes in.

you hear them laughing, but you’re kind of zoned out— staring up at your boyfriends profile, hand stroking his back through his tshirt. he glances at you, doing a double take when he sees big doe eyes staring back.

“howdy there.” he smirks, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “you okay? look like you’re bouta ask for something.”

you shrug with a shy smile, practically batting your eyelashes at the blonde.

“hmmm…” you giggle.

“hmm…” he repeats back quietly, a grin on his own. it was like everything else faded to background noise, leaving just the two of you in your own world.

��kinda need you.” you admit bashfully and he blinks, words sinking in.

“you— like need me need me? or…” he gapes, eyes a little wider and hopeful.

“mhm.” you press your lips together, embarrassed. he stares for a second before directing his attention toward the group.

“on that note, we will be heading inside. duty calls. it’s been real.” he faux curtsies, patting you on the back and walking you away back to the chateau.

“gross.” kie shakes her head, the boys bursting into woops and hollers.

“you kids have fun!” john b calls out.

“not too much fun, you’re too young for kids remember that!” pope stresses as you skip alongside the blonde, the two of you giggling as you hurry inside.

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#🦜 anon #jj maybank prompt

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jjmaybankshousekeeping · 4 months

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long time no sex - jj maybank

summary - yn goes on vacation for two weeks, leaving jj horny as ever. when she gets back, she makes a decision with john b to try to go as long as possible without doing anything with jj, which she quickly fails.

warnings - full on smut, pet names (baby, babe, darlin’, sweetheart), words such as cock, pussy, shaft and hole are used, jj with a breeding kink?, oral (f given), hand jobs (m given), unprotected sex (WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT), lil bit of fluff.

a/n - this took me like two days cause i’ve never written full on smut before and i was struggling sm, please lmk what y’all think 🙏

word count - 2,198

post number - 8

reader - she/her, fem.

after a long vacation, yn couldn’t wait to see her boyfriend. the closer john b drove her to the chateau, the more excited she got to see jj.

she’d been gone for two weeks and now she got to see him again.

“yn?” john b broke the silence.

she looked at him, “yeah?”

“please don’t fuck in my house.”

yn made the most shocked face she possibly could, “what- why would we hav- what?!”

“i know you two; you can’t keep your hands off each other for two seconds, and jj has been dying without you here.”

“in what means?”

“he got a hard on from an eighty year old woman picking up her bag that she dropped.” he beat around the bush.

yn snickered, “oh my god! should i make him wait as long as possible just to tease him?”

“yes, definitely. i’ve been meaning to get him back for his pranks recently.”

“you? you’re gonna do the prank?”

john b chuckled, “no but if i agree to it then technically i’m in on it. right?”

“suppose so.”

“i don’t think you’ll be able to go five minutes - either one of you.”

“shut up, jb.”

after another few minutes, they’d finally arrived at the small home, where jj was already waiting on the porch steps. when he saw the van pull up, he immediately jogged over to the passengers side of the van, opening the door to pull his girlfriend out.

he pulled yn towards him as soon as her seatbelt was removed. he pulled her into a hug, as she wrapped her legs around his body.

“hi, baby.” she mumbled into his neck.

jj inhaled yn’s scent, “oh, i’ve missed you so much.”

“i’ve heard.” she looked at him, smirking.

his eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “what?”

“oh, nothing, jb just told me a little something on the ride over.”

he thought for a second, then immediately knew what she meant. he dropped his girlfriend to the floor, only after making sure her feet were on the ground, before turning to john b.

“bro. seriously?”

“it was funny.”

“no, it wasn’t.” jj defended.

“it really was.”

jj turned away, “fuck you, then.”

“aw, poor little baby, jj.” yn teased, “did you get a hard on from someone’s grandma? poor you.”

“i hate you.”

“can we go in now?” john b whined.

and so, the three of them went inside.

for a few hours, yn and jj laid in bed, relaxing, with netflix playing in the background while they conversed. everything was going smoothly until yn made another joke about grandmas.

“fuck you!” jj shouted, pinning his girlfriend down to the bed. yn squealed, trying to wiggle free as the blonde boy held her down by the wrists.

“you wanna carry on?” jj raised his eyebrows.

yn held back her laughter, “no.”

“are you gonna stop now?”

the girl thought for a moment, “no.”

jj got up in yn’s face, “what’s that darling?”

“no.” she got shy, lowering her voice.

“gonna have to do something about that.” their faces were practically touching at this point; they could feel each other’s breath against their skin.

before yn could even reply, jj pressed his lips against his girlfriends, their lips melted together as if it were in their body’s nature to do so.

their lips moved together quickly, but not too quickly. jj’s left hand crept from around yn’s wrist to around her neck, while his other hand slipped down to her thigh.

he gently pressed his hand against her neck - in response, her mouth slightly opened, and a soft whimper came out.

“do that again.” jj whispered into her ear.

“i can’t just make it happen, jj.”

jj moved his lips down from her lips to her neck, nipping at her skin, softly. he knew the response he would get this time - soft, quiet little moans fell from his girlfriends mouth.

his smirk pressed against her collarbone as he left small red marks on her skin. his hands moved to the hem of yn’s shirt.

“can i take this off?” he asked.

“yeah.” she whispered.

without wasting a moment, jj had already taken the girls shirt off and it was now laying on his bedroom floor.

yn’s hand quickly got tangled in jj’s locks as his lips pressed against her breasts.

“jj” she softly bit her lip, holding back a moan.

“good girl.” he praised, “i love your little moans, darlin’, but jb probably wants you to keep quiet. can you do that for me?”

she nodded, getting a soft peck on the lips in return.

jj took his own shirt off, then his shorts, leaving him in nothing but his boxers. by now, jj’s cock pressed against yn’s core, causing a lot of friction. jj removed his lips from around yn’s nipples, going up to her ear.

he nibbled her ear gently, “fuck, you feel what you’re doing to me, sweetheart?”

“fuck me, jj. i can’t wait any longer. it’s been two weeks.”

“tell me about it.” he responded, pulling down his girlfriends jeans, before going to pull off her panties, “this okay?”

“yeah.”

jj quickly discarded of his girlfriends final item of clothing, throwing it onto the floor.

his fingers made their way into his girlfriends pussy, not moving until after he’d spit to make sure it wasn’t going to be uncomfortable, even though she was already wet.

he started with two fingers, slowly pumping them in and out, getting yn’s pussy used to the feeling again. the moans that were now falling from yn’s ears sounded like music to jj’s ears.

jj nipped at yn’s thigh for a moment, leaving another mark, before his tongue made its way to her clit. as his fingers sped up, his tongue was soft, moving up her clit, qs if he was stroking it. as her breathing got heavier, jj sped up his fingers and tensed his tongue slightly, earning godly praise falling from yn’s lips.

“fuck- jj! that feels so good!” one of her hands was tangled in jj’s hair still, while the other was gripping on the bedsheets for dear life.

jj felt yn’s body start to twitch and shake beneath him, hinting that she was close.

waiting for a whimper, which usually let him know she was going to reach her high, he asked, “you close, baby?”

“mhm-“ she whimpered, biting her lip, begging her mouth to stay quiet.

gripping the bedsheets were no longer enough, and yn gripped jj’s hair with her other hand, basically yanking at it now.

jj slipped another finger into his girlfriend’s hole, and his tongue became more passionate as he licked her clit.

“jj! fuck, i’m gonna cum.” she moaned.

“cum for me, darlin’.”

jj’s fingers sped up, going as deep as he could get them, curling them slightly, in order to hit that spot that got yn to climax.

his fingers were now covered in a sticky, cloudy substance, “fuck, baby. you okay?”

“yeah.” she breathed, “that was so good.”

jj reached for a wipe, as he wasn’t one that was much for licking his fingers clean, wiping the cum from his fingers.

“you ready for my cock now, darl?” he asked, pressing a soft kiss to her lips.

she nodded, not giving him the consent he was after.

“verbal.” he spoke, in a low tone.

“yes. please, jj.” yn was practically begging.

finally getting the consent he needed, he discarded of his boxers, also tossing them to the ground.

yn got up to kneel, and wrapped her hand around jj’s shaft. she leant over to spit, making her movements smoother and less uncomfortable for jj.

they were both aware that she wasn’t giving him a full on handjob, just getting him completely hard, but she wanted to tease him a bit. her spare hand crept underneath to jj’s balls, giving them the slightest squeeze possible; jj’s head fell straight into yn’s neck as she stroked his cock, letting out a groan into her skin.

“fuck, baby.” he groaned, “don’t play with me like this.”

she chuckled, “just getting you warmed up, jay.”

while yn stroked jj’s hard on, he went back to pecking at her neck, occasionally nibbling and sucking at her skin.

“oh my god-“ jj held back laughter.

“what?”

“i just gave you a huge hickey, babe.”

yn’s irises widened, “what?!”

she picked up the closest phone to her, which happened to be jj’s and checked in the camera.

“jj!” she scolded, “my brothers are gonna kill me, you dick!”

“i can make it up to you?”

she smirked, as jj tilted in response, almost as if he were asking an actual question. almost as if they were in sync, jj practically dove at yn as she pressed her lips to jj’s.

jj lifted his girlfriend’s leg up and pulled her closer, pressing his cock against her core.

“you ready?” he asked.

“fuck, yeah.”

jj pulled out a tube of lube from his bedside table before smearing a small amount over his cock, then tossed it onto the pillow next to them.

“condom?” he asked, checking what yn wanted.

“nah. i’ve got plan b in your drawer.”

he nodded, then he rubbed his dick up and down her folds, teasing her by rubbing it occasionally on her clit, causing her lower body to slightly twitch.

when yn gave him the okay, he slowly pressed is dick into yn’s hole, trying not to cause her too much discomfort, as it had been a while.

“you hurtin’?” jj asked, genuinely concerned.

“no, just feels a bit strange.”

“am i okay to move then?”

she nodded, “mhm.” giving him the verbal consent she knew jj was after.

jj slowly moved back and forth, pushing in and out of yn’s pussy. he leant into his girlfriend, placing one hand on her hip, and the other on her jaw, before passionately kissing her.

their lips moved as if they were molded together, when jj knew that yn was okay, from the small moan that fell against his own lips, his pace sped up.

“baby-“ yn grabbed jj’s shoulder, “fuck- go faster, jj.”

jj’s hips thrusted in and out faster than before, hitting yn’s cervix, repeatedly.

yn could no longer kiss jj; her nails were currently digging into his back, as her teeth were softly pressing into jj’s neck, “fuck me, jj.”

“i am, darlin’.” he breathed.

by now they were both a complete mess, hickeys all over the both of them, teeth marks in jj’s neck, nail marks on yn’s hip and scratches across jj’s back.

jj threw his head back, flicking his now sweaty hair out of his face, in order to see his beautiful girlfriend again.

“fuck- you’re so beautiful.” he moaned, admiring yn’s body.

she pulled jj closer to her, as his cock twitched inside her and her vision was partially covered by white spots. she kissed jj, as they both couldn’t hold back anymore - their breaths became one, as they moaned and groaned in between kisses onto each other lips.

“i’m gonna cum, sweetheart.” jj informed yn, pressing his head into the inside of her neck.

“me.. too-“ she struggled to breath out.

as they were getting closer and closer to reaching their highs, jj’s hips slapped against yn’s skin faster and harder than before, he almost couldn’t control it anymore.

“can i cum inside you?” he asked.

“yes, fuck- please cum inside me, jj” she moaned, consenting once again.

with the consent he was given, he thrusted into his girlfriend a few more times, before the both of them had their orgasms.

jj pressed his forehead against yn’s, slowly thrusting, as yn held his head.

“i love you so much.” yn whispered.

“i love you too, baby.” jj responded, pressing a kiss to her lips, before flopping down onto the pillow next to him, “ow, forgot i put that there.”

jj passed the lube to yn, who then placed it into the drawer next to her.

both their chests were quickly moving up and down as they caught their breaths.

“can i clean you up, sweetheart?”

“yeah, jay.”

jj reached to grab a tissue from the bedside table next to him, and gently wiped around yn’s now sensitive areas, wiping the substances off her, then grabbing a wipe to properly clean her. he then threw them both into the bin before laying back down, only for yn to do the same cleaning process to jj.

“i don’t understand why you never clean yourself off after me.”

“guess i just prioritise you.”

“how cute.” yn joked.

jj chuckled, “shut up. wanna stay here for a bit or do you wanna get some food and a drink?”

“i’m kinda hungry.”

“let’s get changed then and we can go grab some food.” jj responded, getting up, before pulling his girlfriend up with him, making sure she stabilised herself before he let go of her.

they both got changed before they left jj’s room and headed into the kitchen area of the chateau.

while jj made food, yn went over to john b, and whispered, “i failed.”

“i know. my poor ears had to hear it all.”

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princessmaybank · 2 months

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Truth or Dare

Pairings: BestFriend!JJ x BestFriend!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Jealous JJ, stripping, fingering, squirting, etc.

Summary: They play t or d.

Authors Note: I didn't mean to post this so soon, but since it's out already I hope you like it, I'm just stopping it here, if you like it let me know if you want a part 2 :(.

"Truth or Dare?" John B asks darting his eyes to Cleo. "Oh come on man! You should already know the answer!" He smirked and nodded. You were at the chateau in the hot tub that JJ so graciously purchased for you all a few months back. Everyone was slugging down beers and having a big night of fun.

"I dare you to read the last text message you sent out loud." JB said shrugging, showing us that's all he has prepared. "oh man, too easy!" Cleo flung her arms upwards then reached for her phone. After she got to her messages she cleared her throat. " 'What we gonna do tonight?' I sent that to Sarah man." John B rolled his eyes in defeat, secretly hoping she had sent a naughty message to Pope or something.

"Okay Y/N, truth or dare?" She moved on quickly. "Dare of course." You responded, causing JJ to look at you with a slight smile. You and JJ are best friends, and always have been. Of course everyone in that hot tub was your best friend, but JJ was different, you could talk about literally anything for hours on end. He's always been there for you.

"I dare you to prank call Rafe Cameron. Pretend to want him and need him." Cleo ended with a smirk pointing to your phone. You didn't mind the dare but a certain blonde about a foot behind you definitely cared. He wasn't good at hiding his emotions, everything he wanted to say was already written on his face. "I don't think that's a good idea Y/N." You hear JJ say with a stern voice from behind you. "Oh calm your tits Jayj, what's the worst that could happen? I get a boyfriend?" You responded making all the girls giggle.

"It's ringing!" Kiara said out loud so everyone knew what was going on. Kiara was very close to the phone with you but it was pressed against your ear. "Hey Rafe!" You said a little too enthusiastic for JJ's liking. "Hey, Y/N. What do I owe this pleasant surprise?" He asked, gratefully. "Well I really wanted to tell you that I think of you a lot Rafe. It's getting to be too much now. I can't shake the feeling of needing to be with you." Everyone was giggling at that moment, other than one person, I'm sure you could guess who. Your eyes caught JJ's as he rolled them and crossed his arms. You could see how this was affecting him, so why not play some more. "Wow, I've been wai-" You cut Rafe's sentence short. "Rafe, mmmmm I need you so bad right now. Ohhhh." You pretend to moan into the phone. "Oh baby, are you touching yourself to me?" He asked clearly turned on. Kiara gagged and walked a few feet away. "Oh yes I am, but I wish it was you..." You paused for dramatic effect.

"Daddy." You smirked holding back a giggle, hearing Rafe groan into the phone. Next thing you know JJ is standing in front of you hanging up the call, fuming. He was legitimately tomato red. Everyone watched, curious about what he was going to do.

He grabbed your waist pulling you as close as he could while looking into your eyes. "Don't you ever pull that shit again." His eyes never left yours. You wanted to stand up for yourself but the only thing that left your mouth was "o-okay." He leaned down to whisper in your ear. "Good girl." There was that feeling of butterflies in your stomach. JJ never made you feel this way. What was happening? "When this little party is over you're coming to my room, we have things to talk about." He whispered again.

Everyone sat back down choosing to ignore how JJ nearly killed/fucked you right then and there. You chose to ignore it as well even though the tingling between your legs is making it difficult.

Instead of you asking the next question Pope cut the tension and began after Sarah. "Truth or dare?" He asked. Sarah obviously chose the safe route at this moment. "Is it true that even though you and JB are married, you'll still have a huge wedding and legally do it?" Pope asked. Awe of course he would, it's Pope. Sarah nodded "Of course I still want my dream wedding! Don't be silly Pope." She giggled.

"Okay J- Kiara, yeah Kiara. Truth or dare?" No one could look at JJ right now how would they be able to play this game right now?

"I'll say, truth." She smiled lightly. "Ok here's a little would you rather. Would you rather, fuck Topper or Kelce?" Kiara gasped. "Ew, can I kill myself instead?" She gagged. Everyone laughed and accepted that as her answer.

Eventually someone asked JJ the question and he ended up chugging some beer upside down. You still couldn't get those low-flying butterflies to go away. The thought of JJ taking you right there was fogging your brain.

After about an hour longer everyone was headed home or to bed. Pope and Cleo went back to the Heywards and Kiara went back to her house. Sarah decided to stay at the chateau with John B, then of course JJ asked you to go to his room and talk with him.

You sat on JJ's bed after getting your shower, you waited for him to finish up in the shower. JJ left some of his clothes on his bed for you to change into.

Next thing you knew, you were under JJ, making out with him on his bed. You had no idea how you got here but you weren't going to complain.

JJ pulled you onto his lap, never disconnecting your lips from each other. He held onto your hips and pressed down as he grinded up. You moved your hips at a faster pace needing the friction. He tore his lips from yours taking a breath before speaking. "Truth or dare?" He asked as you rolled your eyes. JJ gave you a look that said 'just answer it'. So you did. "Dare." You said with confidence streaming through your veins. JJ rubbed your hips, slowly reaching for your butt to squeeze.

"Strip for me baby." He said as he squeezed. You blushed not knowing how to react. "Come on baby, let me see that gorgeous body you've got hiding under my baggy clothes." When JJ said that, you began to melt. You decided to just take your shirt off while on his lap. You weren't wearing a bra so he got quite the show very quickly. You got off of him as he pushed himself to sit on the edge of his bed. The idea to strip tease JJ came to your mind so that's exactly what you did.

At some point when you were completely naked, you wanted to tease him so you sat on his lap and pulled one of his hands forward to your aching hole. You teased yourself with his fingers, secretly wanting him to continue what you had started. Which he had no problem with doing. He pushed two fingers inside of you causing a gasp and moan mix, to fall from your lips.

JJ's hand raced to cover your mouth. "Shhhh you have to be quiet, baby, or we'll get caught." He whispered in your ear. You nodded and bit your lip as JJ moved his fingers back and forth in your tight hole. JJ was making you so wet, your pussy was so loud that you might just get caught by being fingered. "Tell your pussy to be quiet." He giggled in your ear. "Tell your fingers to stop making me feel so good then." You moaned leaning your head back onto his shoulder.

JJ smirked to himself, knowing he was doing a good job. He sped up trying to make you cum but you suddenly felt embarrassed. "JJ- this f-eels so g-good..but I think I have to go..to the bathroom-" That was music to JJ's ears. His movements only got faster, he moved your hand to your clit so you could help by rubbing yourself.

"JJ- I-I" A loud squeal started erupting from your mouth. JJ slapped his hand across your mouth. One more swift push into your pussy and he pulled out, a gush of fluid came rushing out. You kept moaning into his hand. He continued playing with your cunt until you were done squirting.

"Something tells me you've never done that before baby."

#outer banks #jj maybank #obx fic #rudy pankow smut #rudy pankow x reader #obx x reader #outer banks smut #jj maybank smut #jj maybank imagine #smut prompts

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biggameplayertrentaa · 4 months

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II. Trippin', Fallin'

word count: 4.1k warning: angst, smut 18+ summary: fwb!jude wants more while the reader just wants to protect her heart. author’s note: this is a three-part series that will contain angst, smut, and fluff. below is/are the song (s) that coincide with this part! let me know what you think!

You really had no one to blame but yourself. It was you who urged your coworkers to go on their holidays early. It was you who insisted that planning and creating content for the break would be no difficult feat for one person. It was you. Now, you were currently slumped against the white walls of your office, legs extended, while your thighs supported your overheating, and humming laptop. You found this position a lot more comfortable than the seated position your silver rolling desk chair had you in. At least, that is what you have deluded yourself into believing, as the amount of work you were tasked with was slowly driving you crazy– you concluded that your desk chair was to blame.

It was day number 9. Your coworkers and the rest of the team went home 9 days ago and you were still trying to curate enough content that would keep the fans fed and satisfied while the boys rejuvenated and spent time with their families. This also meant that it has been 9 days since you last saw—or even properly chatted with—Jude. You would be lying if you said this wasn’t your intention. It was all starting to become too much with him. After the closet, it was like a switch had flipped. He was always a gentleman–always the type to check if you got home safe, or if you ate, or if you slept well. And he actually cared–not only asking the questions because they were expected to be asked.

“The ‘friends’ goes before the ‘benefits’ part.”He always said.

But this was different. Now, instead of merely asking you these questions, he was taking the initiative to ensure you actually did get home safe or eat. For 9 days, Jude has made it a point to text you as you were walking the short distance from your office to your flat, insisting that you detailed every step of your journey, urging you to be hyper-aware because it was always pitch black by that time. He also began to have food delivered straight to your office on particularly busy days, when the only thing you truly had time to do besides work was to breathe.

Jude had gone from considerate to overly attentive.

You didn’t allow yourself to dwell on the fact that his actions triggered the dormant butterflies in your stomach to suddenly take enthusiastic flight. Instead, you focused on the heavy, anxiety-laced knot that lay amidst the butterflies and the small, yet overbearing voice of doubt that constantly whispered reminders of your previous relationship and Jude’s reputation. A reputation that–in his defense–is incredibly well concealed…and seemingly a thing of the past, as you have yet to hear of any of his teammates snickering about his little escapades since the two of you began to embark on this sexual relationship.

Nonetheless, the obnoxious knot and the nagging voice were enough to force you to keep Jude at a distance since the Christmas dinner– even if the 20-year-old was persistent. The buzzing of your phone pulled you from your thoughts. “Speaking of the devil.” You say aloud as the contact name, ‘JB’ flashes across your screen. Smiling at the irony, you had half the mind to let the call go to voicemail, but you would be lying if you said you weren’t curious as to why he was calling you in the first place. Though you were only answering him sometimes, the past 9 days were spent solely communicating via text messages. Intrigued, you hesitantly slide a finger over the screen.

“Jude.” You say, pressing the device to your ear, removing the now uncomfortably hot laptop from your thighs. “Hey, babes.” Jude greets. You can practically hear his smile through the phone, which alone causes the smile already plastered on your face to widen. “What’s up? You know I’m busy.” Though you meant to sound stern and all reprimand-y, your tone was playful and teasing.

“I know,” You hear him chuckle through the line, “But it’s already 8 and you haven’t had dinner yet.”

Your eyes immediately flick to the clock nailed to the wall directly in front of you. Damn, time had truly slipped away from you; you could’ve sworn it was no later than 6. “How do you know that?” You asked though he was right.

“Because you don’t eat unless I deliver food to your office and I didn’t do that tonight.”

“Yeah, you’re starting to slack off.” You don’t miss a beat and neither does your stomach as you suddenly become aware of your intense hunger when it grumbles lowly.

“Lucky for you,” Jude says, completely dismissing your quip, “I cooked tonight and I have the house to myself.” You couldn’t help but snort at his words. He cooked?

“You don’t cook.”

“Okay, I ordered in,” He admits, “but, I plated it.”

“Lovely, now what does that have to do with me?” You know exactly what he is getting at, but you couldn’t help but give him a hard time. It was fun.

“Come over, have dinner with me, and tell me about how much you love to hate your job.” Jude’s tone is authoritative, deep, and dripping with an unknown something that makes you subconsciously clench your burning thighs together. His tone also doesn’t give you much room to disobey.

“Give me like, thirty minutes.”

***

Just as you promised, you were knocking on the front door of Jude’s modest home approximately thirty minutes later, after first stopping to retrieve your vehicle. His house was small, hidden away just on the outskirts of the vibrant city, and beautiful. It is not often you come to his place, since he lived with his mother, but any time she was away for whatever reason, Jude would always invite you over. You never turned him down, either. His house was always clean–surely the work of Ms. Denise—and also radiated a feeling that you can only describe as home. It was everything and more in comparison to the nothing that was your dingy, messy flat.

Jude opens the door, adorned in loose, gray joggers and a white tank top despite the frigid December weather. You rolled your eyes at his fuck-me-fit. His lack of subtly never seized to both amuse and amaze you. He greets you with a smile and a tight bear hug. Immediately, you are consumed with the smell of laundry detergent intertwined with the woody, musked scent of his cologne. You lean into him, burying your face into his chest as you inhale–hoping the intake of breath didn’t catch Jude’s attention, but you couldn’t help yourself; he smelled so good. He squeezes you firmly and it is then you realize how much you missed being around him. That realization is enough to make you pull away first.

“Hello.” You say simply when he finally guides you inside.

“Hello. How was work?” Jude asked, hands working to remove your pea coat and scarf. You answer by throwing him an unimpressed look, hoping that the silent effort would be enough to properly relay your misery. He chuckles, taking your hands in his larger ones before slotting his fingers through yours. You tense, the action feeling foreign outside the confines of a bedroom. Even more so now that it is rooted in romance and not dominance like it typically was between the sheets.

You open your mouth to tease him about it, but instead of your usual witty remark, you let out a surprised gasp, hands immediately flying to your mouth as you took in the scene in front of you. Having pushed all of his furniture against the wall, Jude managed to construct the coziest indoor picnic in his living room. On the floor laid a red blanket, Chinese takeaway plated and resting beautifully right on top of it just as he promised; along the perimeter of the blanket were flameless LED candles, perfectly mocking the actions of a live candle as it flickered, cracked, and popped. You could hear the faint instrumental of an R&B tune humming softly as you turned to look at the beaming boy beside you.

“Wha-”

“I was serious when I said I wanted to be with you.” He states firmly and simply, urging you to sit on the blanket with his hands.

“Jude, I don’t-” You began to form your argument, mind already queuing your typical, dismissive response. Jude, prepared and accustomed to your avoidance, cuts you off.

“Give me a chance tonight.” He pleads, moving to stand in front of you so he could look you in the eyes. You reluctantly meet his gaze, instantly softening when you take in his flustered state. “Humor me; let me show you how much I want you,” Jude leans down, pressing a feathery kiss to the corner of your mouth, “how much I want us.” He says, finally covering your lips with his own. You sigh into the kiss, shoulders immediately slumping just as you lower your defensiveness. When Jude pulls away, his smile is infectious and placid. He motions you to sit, You oblige, situating yourself in a criss-cross position near a pile of soy sauce packets. He sits diagonal to you, long legs stretched in front of him.

“We have all your favorites: chicken fried rice, egg rolls, one extra fortune cookie, and extra, extra soy sauce.” As he speaks, he points to each respected item enthusiastically. Cued in, your stomach growls just as he finishes. Jude says very little as he watches you eat. Though you felt his eyes on you, you ignored him–this was your first meal of the day, and your priorities lay with your stomach.

“Do I need to start delivering breakfast and lunch to your office too?” Jude asks when your plate is finally cleared. You take a swig of your water before you respond.

“Please don’t,” You stack your empty plate on top of his, “sending me dinner is already doing way too much.” With the plates in your hands, you stand and walk to the kitchen. Jude wastes no time trailing you. When you stand in front of the sink, he positions himself directly behind you, breath fanning your neck.

“Leave ‘em.” He says when you jerk the faucet awake but you ignore him and begin lathering up the dish sponge.

“You bought dinner, it’s the least I can do.”

“I’ve been buying you dinner every night.” He notes.

“Even more reason to do the dishes then, yeah?” Jude laughs at this, accepting his defeat. After you are done, he dries and puts the plates away before interlocking your fingers with his and leading you back into the candle-lit space of his living room.

“Thank you for this.” You say when the two of you are finally seated directly beside each other on the makeshift picnic blanket, knees and shoulders grazing and bumping due to the lack of distance between the two of you. “Thank me fa’ what?” Jude murmurs, index finger reaching out to draw lazy patterns on the skin just above your knee. Your eyes follow his finger’s movement. “For all this,” you gesture to the romantic setup of his living room, “and for taking care of me.” You add quietly, looking down timidly as you pick at some of the lint on the fabric of the blanket. Though your actions indicated otherwise, you did appreciate Jude’s efforts, especially this past week when you had practically no time for anything besides work. Jude cups your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. The fake flickering flames of the plastic candles cast a soft orange glow that accented his brown skin, only further contributing to the radiance of beauty that was already there. He looked so cozy, staring at you with a soft gaze and a smile that, though lazy, was still prominent enough to meet and illuminate his eyes.

You weren’t sure if you wanted to kiss him or run out of his house and never speak to him again.

“You don’t have to thank me.” He says, eyes flickering from yours to your slightly pouted lips. “I was serious when I said I wanted to be with you, now I have to be serious about making you feel secure with me.”

The words are only half registered when Jude finally bends down and smashes his lips to yours. Your body immediately goes rigid, but before you allow your mind to whip you back into your disciplined ways, you throw your arms around Jude’s neck and sigh into the kiss. You did agree to humor him. You also would be lying if you said the night was not weakening you at the knees. Smiling against you, Jude takes a nip at your bottom lip, thrusting his tongue in your mouth once you grant him the slightest opening. His tongue finds yours, lapping at it as he moves to sit you on his lap.

“Was this your plan all along, Mr. Bellingham?” You tease breathlessly as his fingers begin to work at the buttons of your blouse.

“Getting you naked is always a part of my plan.”

Jude nudges the article of clothing past your shoulders once it’s unbuttoned, lips immediately making their way to your neck. He places wet, open-mouthed kisses along its length, occasionally nipping at the exposed skin before soothing it with the tip of his tongue. He places a kiss on your shoulder, right where your bra strap is, as his fingers work to unfasten its clips. With his attack on your neck never seizing, Jude manages to expertly rid you of your bra, leaving your top half completely nude.

When he finally detaches his lip from yours, his eyes fall to your exposed breasts. Taking your nipple between his index and thumb, Jude rolls the hardened bud softly. You’re holding your breath, arms still thrown lazily over his shoulder as the steady heartbeat between your thighs begins to intensify and make itself known. Jude’s eyes flicker to you. He bends down slightly until his parted lips are hovering only inches away from the nipple he was toying with. Without breaking his piercing glare, he takes it into his warm mouth, “Jude.” You whimper, throwing your head back.

“Hmmm?” He hums, eyes still trained on you, tongue still working its magic.

You tug at the bottom of his tank top, hinting at your desire for its removal. Jude reluctantly pulls away, quickly ridding himself of the top. Once it is discarded, the two of you stare at each other wordlessly, heaving chest pressed to heaving chest. You feel as though your entire body is on fire, but your mind is devoid of any thoughts that didn’t concern him or his dick.

“Strip fa’ me.” Jude’s accent is thick, heavy, and dripping in lust. Its tone and cadence rip you from your thoughts, dazed.

“Huh-”

“Strip.” He emphasizes his point by forcefully tugging at the sides of your pencil skirt. Without another word, you rise to your feet. Under the belittling intensity of his fiery gaze, you slowly shimmy out of the material, the only thing you’re left in now is your pantyhose. Jude kneels in front of you before you have the chance to even attempt to take them off. He bunches up the flimsy material around your thighs, shoving it down with so much force that you hear a loud tear. Before you can chastise him, his mouth is over your clothed core. “You’re already so wet.” Jude sounds more pleased than anything. He speaks his praises into the growing wet patch that already decorated your panties. The vibration of his voice makes you buck your hip and throw your head back.

“I know, just for you.” You say honestly.

“Just fa’ me?” His smile is cheeky, his eyes now displaying a prideful glint.

You just nod, creating enough distance so you can drop to your knees and be leveled with him. Jude pulls you into him, positioning the two of you so that you are seated on his lap again, his already-hardened cock pressing tenderly between your slippery folds. You instinctively rock your hips forwards, causing both you and Jude to suck in a harsh breath. Your pussy is slick, you slide your clit up and down his length with ease.Wanting more, you take his glistening cock in your hand and lift yourself slightly until his oozing tip is aligned with your dripping hole.

“Oh fuck.” You whimper, still tight from the lack of proper foreplay. Jude’s bottom lip is tucked between his front teeth, thick brows knitted together in pleasure, as he begins to softly massage the flesh of your stilled hips. “You can take it.” He encourages, peppering feather-light kisses along your collarbones as you attempt to adjust to his size. You’re grimacing in a mix of pleasure and pain, but you still nod at Jude’s words, slowly sinking down onto him until you feel that familiar burn in your stomach.

“That’s it,” Jude coos, fingers now massaging pressured circles up the length of your back, “That’s my good girl.” His words ignite something in you.

You raise up until just the very tip of his cock is against your opening, practically on your tiptoes now. Ignoring the burning in your knees, you begin to bounce on him. The claps of your ass cheeks, Jude’s groans, and your screams are echoing loudly through the living room. His hands are still on your back to keep you steady, but Jude allows you to fuck him, yielding complete power to you as you selfishly and desperately sought your orgasm.

“Are you gonna cum fa’ me baby?” He questions though he has already taken note of your quivering thighs and short intakes of breaths. “I know you are, baby, just let go fa’ me.” His fingers find your clit, wasting no time in rubbing tight circles against it. “Just let go fa’ me, you deserve it.”

This is exactly what you need to hear to push you over the edge. You cum around him, shaking and sputtering a mess of incoherent phrases you nor Jude can make sense of. As you attempt to come back down to earth, completely delirious from your orgasm, Jude positions you to lay on your stomach in front of him. He caresses your ass, placing a stinging slap on its surface before following it up with a tender kiss. Spreading your cheeks apart, he spits on your exposed, already-wet pussy. He backs you into his face and then licks a teasing swipe along your slit. You are completely thrown, naturally arching your back and moaning into the blanket as he begins to devour you in a similar way you devoured your fried rice.

He moans into you, driving your hips back until his face is so close to your core, that you are sure he can’t breathe. Jude is relentless and determined though, refusing to loosen his grip, even slapping the side of your thigh warningly when you try a create some space between his face and your pussy. Your vision is blurred with tears, fingers gripping desperately at the disheveled blanket underneath you. You feel Jude insert two fingers inside of you, scissoring them as he pushed them in and out of you, tongue still lapping at you faithfully.

“I’m about to-” You begin, your entire body now shaking from the pleasure you were experiencing, but before you can finish the warning, he completely withdraws himself from you. “Jude.” You pathetically whine, lifting your head so that you can turn to look at him. He had his cock in his hands, pumping it slowly as he took you in with hooded eyes.

“Hmm?” He sings, his movement never once seizing. “Do something.” Is all you can get out and he chuckles. You watch him lean over you, lips slightly parted as he teasingly brushes them against the skin of your back. You shudder when you feel his tongue flat against your skin, licking up its length in a way that makes you see stars. As he continues to lick and kiss, you can feel the tip of his cock graze against your opening. You push against and Jude immediately catches the hint, burying a couple of his delicious inches past your moist, silky walls. He keeps his movement controlled, and measured, seemingly reveling in the feeling of having you molded so perfectly around him. When he finally bottoms out, hips flush against your ass, the two of you sigh in relief. Jude rocks his hip forward, body leaning against you completely as he builds a slow, deep rhythm. You can feel his labored breaths against the shell of your ear and the thudding of his heart against your back but all you can focus on is how you can feel him in your tummy.

“You feel so good.”

The two of you groan out simultaneously, causing both of you to burst into a fit of laughter. The wholesome pause was short-lived, as Jude cut it short with a harsh slap on your ass and assertive thrust. You turn to look at him, a devilish smirk playing on your lips as you push your hips back against his to meet his movements. His actions stutter only slightly, his brows quirk in a slight mixture of curiosity and anticipation as he looks down at you. You hold his gaze as you expertly throw

your ass back against him, hips whining in a half circle as you confidently took him. He only lets you have your fun for a moment, taking back control with a particularly hard thrust that lurches you forward. You are almost flat on your tummy now, Jude lying almost entirely on top of you as he pounds into you. You were hearing colors and seeing sound with this new angle, his cock was now hitting your deepest crevices.

“I’m convinced your pussy meant to be wrapped around my cock.” Jude groans through gritted teeth.

You’re close again and you know he is too, as his thrusts are now faltering and his breath is even more hoarse and rigid than it already was. The words are spoken against your ear lowly and though you only half-hear them, you nod profusely. Jude lets out a breathless laugh, hips now grinding into you as he wraps one of his arms around your neck, while the other supports his weight,

“Tell me it’s mine,” He says, the arm around your neck tightening as the pleasure infused tears spilled past the barriers of your eyelids and onto the picnic blanket.

“It’s yours!” You scream with no hesitancy, the words feeling familiar and natural on your tongue.

“What’s mine?” Jude’s pace had increased subtly, but his movements were still disciplined “This pussy.” You say, not missing a single beat. He groans against your ear and nods in enthused agreeance, “That’s right. And me,” he delves into you even deeper, his tip now grazing an area inside of you that you weren’t aware existed, “I belong to you.” The sound you let out is animalistic and embarrassing but you are having a hard time caring about anything else except the man on top of you.

“Tell me it’s yours.” Jude urges, bringing your head up and tilting it to the side so you are looking at him. “Tell me this cock is yours.” He demands firmly, his gaze intense and piercing but not intimidating enough for you to comply with his request. The words tumble past your lips as naturally as the moans that followed did, sending you into your second earth-shattering orgasm of the night and Jude into his first. As he fills you, he’s holding you firmly to his chest, spewing a mix of sweet nothings and pure admiration for you.

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The light of the early dawn sky was enough to dull the flickering light of the few plastic candles that managed to stay upright. Jude’s arm and the makeshift blanket are thrown lazily over your waist. He is snoring beside you on his tummy, still nude from the previous night’s activities. You don’t allow yourself to take him in fully, knowing that he is destined to wake up at any moment meaning you have very little time. You carefully remove his arms from around you and place them at his side.

Jude stirs but does not wake and you let out a breath you did not know you were holding.

You locate and throw on your blouse and pencil skirt as quickly and as quietly as you possibly can. Once you get yourself together, you walk to Jude’s front door on your tiptoes. Doing your absolute best to ignore the guilt that is slowly making its way into your conscience, you step outside of his home and into the crisp morning air, not even sparing a glance over your shoulder.

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stormberry-12 · 1 year

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good cuddles ~ jj maybank x reader

notes: super short, lowercase intended. just jj and reader both having physical touch love languages.

paring: clingy!jj maybank x clingy!fem!reader.

warnings: none :)

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you were sitting on jj's lap, the pogues were playing poker around a table on a rainy night at the chateau.

jj's head rested on your shoulder and his arms wrapped snugly around your waist. he reached up and pointed at the cards in your hand, you nodded excitedly knowing you were about to beat john b at his favorite game.

after kie made her play, you placed down your cards, "royal flush..." you said proudly.

"what!?!?!" john b threw his lousy hand on the table and pope laughed pushing all the poker chips in your direction.

"nice one y/n/n!" kie cheered.

"good job cupcake!" jj laughed into your hair.

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the game was packed up and everyone decided to hit the hay early, kie and pope taking the spare bedroom after you offered it to them. you and jj settled on the oversized couch, you sprawled your body over his like a human blanket. your arms and legs wrapped around his body and your face hid in his neck. jj wrapped his arms around you and kissed the top of your head.

"you give good cuddles," you whispered into him. he laughed and squeezed you tighter, causing you to gasp for breath dramatically as he squeezed the air out of your lungs.

jj's stomach fluttered at the sound of your giggles, like it was his body's way of telling him his sole purpose in life was to make you laugh.

he snuggled his face into your hair, breathing your familiar shampoo scent. he would never admit this to any being on this planet, but jj couldn't sleep without you.

he had tried before and failed, maybe it was the way he could match his breathing to yours, or the way you calmed him from his nightmares, rubbing his back with your soft fingers, never letting him go.

you, however, knew exactly why you couldn't sleep without jj. he was your human heater, swaddling you like a baby in his embrace, protecting you from the dangers of the world.

basically, you both loved physical touch.

"do you think jb's gold obsession is a bit much sometimes?" jj whispered. you prop yourself up with your elbows on his chest and leaned over his sweet face. You brought your hand up and brushed his golden hair out of his face, placing a kiss on his nose.

"sometimes," you replied, and he hummed pressing his cheek into your palm, "but he's also gone through a lot and I feel like it's almost more about his dad than the gold, even if he won't admit it."

"yeah," jj looked into your eyes and you got lost in his blue orbs, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you back down, laying on top of him, before flipping you over. You had swapped positions and he now was sprawled on top of you in your normal sleeping position, with jj like your weighted blanket back home.

he placed a kiss on your jaw and nuzzled his face into your neck, "night y/n/n, love you,"

"love you more jayj," you placed a kiss on his head and easily drifted off into a deep sleep.

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maybcnksgf · 5 months

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sick - jj maybank.

the one in which jj is sick and needs you to take care of him. cue your overdramatic boyfriend.

a/n some toothrotting jj fluff, sorry not sorry <3

pairing: jj maybank x routledge!reader

warnings: mentions of sickness, throwing up? other than that none.

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perhaps jj's claim of "i have polio bro, i can't walk" to john b that morning wasn't quite as crazy as you'd expected it to be. obviously, polio was far from the reality of his sickness, but that didn't stop you from worrying when he still hadn't emerged from your room over an hour later.

he typically would have slept in the guest room (especially if john b had anything to say about it), but he was just so rough last night that john b caved and let his sick best friend sleep in the comforting embrace of his sister.

"john b, please. look at him," you pleased with your brother as you pointed to the mess that was jj maybank collapsing onto your couch in a dramatic heap, mumbling about how he was convinced that he was dying. "you know luke won't take care of him, and do you really expect anything to happen while he's in this state?"

john b groaned at the gross mental image you so graciously provided him, but he reluctantly nodded his head and helped you move your boyfriend into your bed.

"any funny business while i'm here and i'll kill you before this illness can, maybank."

"fuck off, jb."

you crept into your bedroom quietly, closing the door behind you and sitting down on the edge of your bed. the curtains were drawn, providing a slight relief for jj's pounding head, and you put the glass of water and ibuprofen down on the bedside table in favour of running your fingers through his hair.

his face was pressed against the pillow, his cheek smushed in an adorable manner.

"jj," you spoke softly, not wanting to hurt his head any more as you tried to wake up as gently as possible. "wake up, love."

he groaned at the disturbance of his sleep, squeezing his eyes shut even tighter. "i don't wanna."

"cmon, sweetheart. i have medicine for you."

he groaned a little louder and eventually sat up, leaning back against the headboard as he gave you an adorable pout. his nose had turned a light shade of pink and his eyes were still half closed and a little puffy, glazed over with the remnants of sleep.

"oh baby," you cooed softly, resting a hand on his cheek and frowning at the way he leaned into your touch. "how are you feeling?"

"like i'm on my fuckin' death bed."

you chuckled quietly at his words and he gave you a playfully annoyed look, but your smile dropped when you felt his cheek start to heat up beneath your palm.

you moved your hand away from his face (much to jj's dismay) and pressed the back of it against his forehead. "you're burning up, j."

"i'm dying, y/n," he groaned dramatically, grabbing your arm gently and trying to pull you closer. "kiss me, save me."

"you're not dying, jj," you laughed quietly again and pressed a kiss to his cheek before handing him the water and medicine. "here, take this and drink the whole thing, it should help with your temperature."

the rest of your day was spent cuddling your overdramatic, helpless boyfriend and providing him with plenty of kisses (even if it meant you would get sick too).

"hey, y/n/n?"

"yeah, j?"

"i think i'm gonna throw up."

"great."

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gxthicwxrm · 1 year

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would you pls write jj having sex with reader while ALL the pogues are at the chateau in the living room & they both don’t hold back because they’re filthy & don’t get embarrassed🫣

Birthday Boy

Pairing: JJ Maybank x Fem!pouge!reader

Summary: you have a surprise party for JJ, and he has a surprise for you.

Warnings: smut, cursing, p in v, weed/smoking, fluff

Word Count: 2149 words

Main Masterlist - OBX Masterlist

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"Surprise!" Everyone screams as JJ pulls off the bandana you tied across his eyes before looking around the room at the decorations you and your friends had put up while John B took JJ to pick up dinner. With a massive smile across his features, he turns to you as you hold a cake in your arms, candles illuminating the sugary square.

"Happy Birthday, J." You smile as you look up at him. He blows out the candles before capturing your lips in a kiss.

"I love you." He mumbles against your flesh before pulling away and turning to his friends. Sarah walks over to you, taking the cake from your hands.

“You did good. This is amazing!” Sarah reassures you before heading to the kitchen.. You’ve known Sarah since you were eleven years old. She was the first and closest friend you made since you moved to the OBX. That was until she introduced you to JJ.

"Thank you guys so much! Y'all didn't have to do all of this for me." He says nonchalantly, attempting to brush the gesture off, but his glassy eyes give him away as he looks around at everyone with a bashful smile. Coming up beside him, you wrap your arms around his slim waist making him wrap his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into him tightly.

“JJ, you deserve this and more. You deserve the world.” You tell him, leaning forward to place a kiss on his cheek; a lipstick stain marking his face. You move to wipe it off when he catches your wrist.

“Leave it. I like it.” He says, kissing your hand before turning back to his friends, a mischievous smile on his face as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a perfectly rolled joint.

“Birthday Sesh.” Everyone froze in silence before bursting into laughter as JJ looked around at his friends confused. Once the laughter died down, Sarah reached behind the couch as Pope grabbed a tray from under the coffee table. Sarah tosses a bag to John B who handed it to JJ. Giggling, JJ opened the bag and pulled out a joint and two blunts while Pope put the tray on top of the table that held two smaller joints and a bowl.

“Birthday sesh!” The group says in unison before making their way to the lit fire burning. JJ was shocked as he looked around the yard to see lights laced through the branches of the trees and balloons tied to a chair with a cloth on it. You walk over to the chair, grabbing the cloth before motioning for the blonde to come to you before putting the sash over his torso.

‘Birthday Boy.’

Looking down at the fabric, JJ blushes before grabbing your face and pressing his lips against yours. His hand slides down to cup your throat as he growls, quietly.

“Get a room!” Kie yells as Pope whistles as they grab a seat around the fire. JJ plops into his seat, pulling you into his lap before lighting the first joint of the night as conversation picks up.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you. Honest, I don’t know how I got so lucky to have found you.” JJ whispers into your ears before kissing your cheek, passing the jay to Pope who was ranting about something to Kie.

“I’m the lucky one, JJ. Did you like the surprise?” You ask, turning to face him as his hand rubs your upper thigh.

“Yes, baby. This is the best thing anyone has ever done for me. And it was with my family. It is perfect, baby girl.” He brushes your cheek before Pope brings him into the debate between him and Kie while JB laughs at Pope’s dramatic gestures, almost knocking over his drink.

Across the fire, you could see Sarah's mouth word, ‘I told you so’.

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“Goodnight!” JB and Sarah were the last to go to bed as the clock hit three am. before you and JJ move into the bedroom. Closing the door behind him, JJ pulls off his t-shirt before tossing his shorts to the side and jumping into bed. Following behind him, you strip down to your underwear and hop in beside him. Pulling the covers over both of you, JJ pulls your chest against his.

“Tonight did mean a lot to me, babe. I don’t even have words for it. I’m just so grateful for you.” He says, holding your face while his other hand rubs your side. Caressing his back, you draw small patterns into his skin before looking up at him.

“I would go to the end of the earth for you, JJ Maybank. You deserve everything in the world that would make you happy.” You say sincerely. Your words ignite something in JJ as his hand moves from your hip to gripping your ass.

“Everything? I deserve everything I want? That’s what you said, right baby?” JJ’s voice is smooth as his eyes rake over your face as he slowly shifts his weight until he is hovering over you.

“Yes.” You whisper as JJ guides your legs around his hips, grinding his bulge against your core, gaining a moan from both of you.

“You wanna know what I want?” JJ kisses down your neck, leaving love bites here and there along your collarbone. Pulling off your bra, JJ kisses along your breast before licking your nipple, bringing a yelp from your lips. Pulling away, his lips are switched with his fingers as he plays with your nipple.

“I asked you a question.” JJ looks up at you, abruptly stopping his movements. “Do you want to know what I want?” He asks again, enunciating every word.

“Yes, sir.” You answer, grinding your hips upwards against him before he lowers against you, grinding harder.

“Good girl.” He praises you with a warm smile before his eyes darkened as you whine, pathetically. “I want you to be a screaming mess beneath me.” He grabs your underwear and pulls them down your legs before removing his boxer, tossing both to the floor. JJ rubs his cock against your clit before guiding himself into you until you are full of him.

Arching your back, your eyes roll back as JJ pushes your legs apart before rapidly thrusting into you eliciting boisterous moans that filled the room.

"Fuck, you look so good under me," JJ grunts as his hand grips your throat, squeezing slightly.

The two of you became an obnoxious, moaning mess as you feel your stomach start to tighten as JJ's hips smack against yours, transporting you as your eyes rolled back.

"Oh Fuck, I'm coming!" You yelp as your cum drenched JJ's thighs. JJ's thrusts slow down as he lets you ride your high out before pulling up, much to your disappointment.

"Turn around. I wanna see that ass, baby girl." JJ gestures with his hand, which you comply with as you arch your back while resting on your elbows.

"You listen to me so well, baby. You just love to let me use you, huh? You love being full of my cock?" J nibbles on your ear lobe as he pressed his dick into your core, making an unexpected gasp leave your lips as you drop your head against the bed.

"Oh, God. Oh my God. This feels so good." You groan as you feel JJ snake his hand through your hair before gripping at the scalp, pulling you until your back was against his chest while he slowly thrust into you.

"Oh, little one. Don't scream God’s name, scream mine." He snarls as he lets go of your hair, letting your drop to your arms again before pounding into you at an alarming speed.

"Fuck! JJ! Holy Shit." You screamed as JJ pulled you closer, making himself go deeper into you. You feel yourself tighten around him as the pressure in your abdomen grows.

"This is fucking heaven!" JJ moans as he grabs your hair again, being more gentle than the previous. "I'm going to cum." JJ grabs your hips and slams you against him while you reach for your clit, rubbing circles as you felt yourself begin to come.

"Oh, yes! JJ! Fuck!" You moan as you feel JJ pull out quickly before his cum lands on your backside.

Stunned, you lay on the bed, feeling euphoric as JJ wipes himself off with a rag before grabbing another to wipe you off before pulling on fresh boxers you finally turn and sit up to face him, a lazy smile covering your face.

"Here, baby. Put this on." JJ says as he grabs one of his old t-shirts and hands it to you, but stops you to lean down and connect your lips.

"You are the best gift I could ever ask for. I mean that with my whole heart. And I will marry you one day. Matter of fact, wait…" JJ dashes over to his bag as you pull on his shirt and scoot to the edge of the bed as he comes back to sit in front of you with something in his hands.

"JJ, what are you doing?" You laugh, unsure of why he was kneeling on one knee when you realized what was in his hands. The blonde boy sat in front of you, in nothing but his boxers, with a ring outstretched in his hands. Your heart started to pound in your ears as fear crept into your soul. He wouldn't, would he?

"Y/N, will you do me the honor of being Mrs. Maybank?" JJ looks up at you, eyes filled with fear as you analyze him for any sign of a joke. When you found nothing but sincerity, a smile broke out on your face.

"Yes, of course. I would be honored to be your wife, JJ." Your words send JJ flying towards you as he wraps you in his arms as you both fall onto the bed.

"Fuck yes!" He screams, kissing all over your face before pulling away to grab your hand as he slides his ring onto your finger.

"For better, for worse," JJ says with a smile, brushing your cheek.

"For richer, for poorer," you say the next part of the vow as you lean into his hand, moving your own to brush strands of blonde from his eyes. "In sickness and in health,"

"To love and to cherish, until parted by death," You and JJ say in unison as he leans his forehead against yours, brushing his nose with yours before kissing you. Pulling away, JJ lays back as you snuggle to his side with his arm around you as you feel your eyes start to shut.

"Wanna smoke?" JJ's voice cuts through your fall to sleep as your eyes shoot open.

"Fuck yes!" You say, sitting up and pulling on a pair of your shorts and a hoodie. After slipping on your shoes, you and JJ leave the room and head towards the back when you notice all your friends are wide awake, sitting in the living room. The clock read 4:47 am.

"Congrats, guys!" Sarah says, sarcastically with a genuine smile as she leans into John B on the couch with a blanket covering them both.

"Mr. And Mrs. Maybank!" Kie joins in while John B and Pope mockingly moan loudly.

"Oh, my god." You say covering your face as you bury it into JJ's chest. Mortification wouldn't cover how you felt as your stomach started to turn. You couldn't believe your friends heard you and JJ having sex.

"Okay, guys. That's enough. Do yall want to smoke or not?" JJ laughs, erasing the joking tension as everyone looks at each other before smiling.

"Lit it up, Birthday boy." JB playfully snaps his finger at JJ as you and he sit on the couch, him pulling a fuzzy blanket over your lap with his arm still around you. Pope hands him a blunt which he lights and takes a hit before passing it to you.

"Did you guys just get engaged?" Kie asked from her spot beside Pope. With a smile, you look at JJ, waiting for his answer as he turns to the group.

"Actually, it was a Routledge-style wedding." JJ kisses the side of your head. "She's my wife." He finishes with a smile as your friends cheer as you see Sarah and JB kiss as they remember their wedding.

Looking down at your hand, you look at JJ's ring as it fits perfectly like it was made for your hand as well as his. Turning to face him, while he talks to your shared friends, you realized how perfect the two of you were together.

JJ Maybank was your husband and you couldn't be happier as his eyes catch your own and you see your future unfold in his smile. Nothing could be more right in the world than this.

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