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READY TO RUN (vii)

SEVEN - STACCATO

SUMMARY: in a world where everyone has a predetermined match, JJ Maybank and Y/N Montgomery want nothing to do with theirs. it has to be a cruel joke; the universe forcing two people to love each other when they don’t know how.

PAIRING: jj maybank x reader / soulmate au

WORD COUNT: 7.8k

SERIES MASTERLIST

WARNINGS: smut, mirror sex, choking, oral (m receiving), p in v, unprotected sex, choking, slight humiliation kink

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“What a great match, Georgie! That last cross-court shot was just picture perfect,” Clyde Montgomery praised his youngest daughter as he swirled the celery stick around his bloody mary.

You feigned a smile beside your mother, resisting the urge to slump over in your seat and nod off. You hadn’t slept more than 4 hours the previous night, and Georgia’s post-tournament club dinner was the last place you wanted to be on the island. But you knew you had to uphold your end of the deal with your father, and that meant pretending to be invested in the 13-year-old brat’s success. Still, you struggled to keep your eyes open. You hadn’t been able to sleep for the past few nights; ever since JJ’s visit.

Your gut twisted at the thought of that night, and despite the time passed over the past few days, the sensation hadn’t subsided. You had seen a side of JJ you never imagined existed. His vulnerability, and the ease with which you provided him comfort, terrified you. It scared you shitless, and each night since then, you found yourself restless thinking about it. His radio silence certainly contributed to your anxiety, as he had left before you woke up and hadn’t texted you since.

Needless to say, you were not in the mood to hear your family drone on and on about frivolous things. You found yourself subconsciously passing the time by watching the condensation drip down your glass of water and peering around the restaurant, a small part of you hoping to catch sight of his tousled blond hair. You knew he picked up shifts on Saturdays, and you hated that you knew that.

“Y/N,” your father’s stern voice snapped you from your train of thought and you jolted in your seat. His eyebrow was raised expectantly and all eyes were trained on you.

“Yes, sir?," you stumbled.

He sighed, exasperated, and ran a hand down his face, “I asked what you’ll be having. You need to be more aware of your surroundings.”

You flushed and your eyes jumped to the menu which you had yet to look over, “Oh, um, I guess I’ll get a club sandwich.”

“Why don’t you get the fig salad?” Margaret Montgomery’s voice cut through the air like a knife, “The dress you picked out for Midsummers was a tight squeeze when you tried it on, and I’m not getting you another one.”

You flushed as your sisters snickered at your mother’s pointed insult. You pursed your lips and slumped in your seat with a nod, trying your best to swallow down the lump in your throat. It was at that moment that you caught sight of the dirty blond hair you’d been keeping an eye out for all day. His eyes shot to yours and you held his gaze for a fleeting moment before looking back down at the condensation on your water glass.

The sharp stabbing pain of embarrassment from your mother’s comment muddled with the influx of emotions his presence brought was overwhelming. Your hands were clammy, and your leg shook with anxiety. You jumped abruptly from your seat and barely excused yourself before walking as fast as you could to the nearest bathroom. Your heart pounded and you released a breath you didn’t know you were holding as you made it inside the single stall bathroom, slamming the door shut behind you.

You turned on the faucet and ran your hands underneath the water. Your shoulders relaxed as you drank in the relaxing sensation and focused on the coolness of the water.

You leaned your elbows against the counter and shut off the flow of water after a minute or so. Your dripping hands lay limp over the sink as you stared at your reflection in the mirror. You frowned as you studied the bags under your eyes and the pimple erupting on your chin.

A sharp knock sounded on the door.

"Occupied," you called as you continued your self-scrutiny.

The knock sounded again, and your brows furrowed in annoyance, "I said occupied!"

The sharp knock turned into a banging, shaking the door at its hinges. You gritted your teeth and clenched your fists against the counter. With a huff of frustration, you swung the door open, ready to give the nuisance a piece of your mind. Your glaring eyes narrowed as they met a familiar set of devilish blues.

"What the hell are you doing?" you hissed. You stumbled back as you were met with a soft, but forceful shove inside.

JJ swung the door shut behind him and locked it in one swift motion.

"Someone's gonna see you, you can't just--" he cut off your rambling by pulling you flush against him and crashing his lips onto yours.

You tensed in shock at his brazenness. He pushed your back against the wall, and you let your eyes flutter shut, melting into the kiss. His lips were rough against yours, and you found yourself drunk on the feeling as they moved in sync. Your eyes shot open as he abruptly pulled away and began trailing kisses down the side of your neck. You gasped as he pushed the strap of your tank top aside and sucked harshly on the junction of your collarbone.

"We can't do this here," you squeaked.

He ignored you and wrapped his arms around your thighs, roughly picking you up and sitting you on the counter of the sink. He nudged his thigh between your knees, forcing them apart.

"We're gonna get caught," you weakly protested.

JJ let out a groan of irritation against your skin. He dug his blunt nails into the soft skin of your inner thigh, and you jumped.

"Do you ever shut up?" his nose trailed up behind your ear, and the tickle of his voice made you shiver. Your breath hitched as he moved his hand underneath your skirt and toyed with the edge of your panties, "The only way we're getting caught is if you keep running your mouth."

You bristled at his condescending tone, but couldn't stop yourself from lurching forward and closing the gap between them, reconnecting your lips once more. He curled his fingers underneath the band of your panties and pulled it back before letting it snap back against your skin. You gasped at the stinging sensation, and he used the opportunity to slide his tongue inside your mouth, deepening the kiss.

Desperate to take back control, you shoved at his chest, and JJ stumbled back in surprise. You swiftly flipped him so he was leaning against the counter as you reattached your lips to his. JJ groaned as you reached between down and unbuttoned his khaki shorts. He reached down to release his cock straining against his boxers, but you swatted his hands away.

"You had your fun last time. It's my turn now," you mumbled against him before biting down on his bottom lip, eliciting a hiss from him.

JJ relented and allowed you to take control, at least for the time being.

You shoved his shorts down so they pooled around his ankles. You trailed kisses down his neck as you ran your fingers along the hem of his boxers teasingly. He groaned as you palmed him through the thin material.

"My patience is running thin, sweetheart," he grunted, sliding one hand underneath your skirt and groping the curve of your ass harshly.

Before he had a chance to flip you back around, you sank to your knees in front of him. JJ bit back a moan at the sight of your doe eyes staring up at him through your long lashes. He watched, jaw slack, as you slowly pulled down his boxers, releasing his throbbing length. He sucked in a breath as you dribbled spit on the head. You wrapped your hand around his cock and stroked up and down the shaft, twisting your wrist at the bottom. His eyes rolled back as you licked a slow strip from the base to the head before taking him into your mouth.

"Fuck," JJ moaned as you moved at a steady pace, up and down his cock, using one hand to massage his balls. You rolled your tongue around his length as you moved, paying particular attention to the head of his cock each time you pulled back. He wrapped one hand in your hair, guiding your movements. He couldn't help himself from bucking his hips, groaning as you gagged around his length. Spit dribbled down your chin as he began fucking your mouth. You looked up at him through teary, hooded eyes, and he nearly came at the sight. JJ jerked you off of him in one swift movement, pulling you to your feet.

"You had your fun," he roughly turned your body so you faced the mirror and he stood behind you, "Now it's my turn."

You gasped as he bunched your skirt up around your waist and shoved your panties to the side. He ran a finger through your folds and you flushed as he chuckled into your ear, "You're dripping, princess."

You tried to turn in JJ's hold, but his grip around your waist was firm, forcing you to face the mirror. Your eyes fluttered shut and you lulled your head back onto his shoulder as he sunk one finger into your heat. Your lips parted as he curled it inside you, hitting a spot you didn't even know existed.

Your eyes shot open as JJ wrapped his other hand around your neck and forced your head forward.

"Don't hide, baby. I want you to watch yourself, see how pretty you are," his rasp sent a shiver up your spine. He added another finger and you let out a strangled moan. Your cheeks burned and you tried to turn your head away, but his grip was firm, "You want me to stop?" his movements slowed.

You whined and shook your head, "Uh uh."

"Then be a good girl and watch yourself fall apart on my fingers," he nipped at your skin.

His pace increased as he massaged your walls, curling his fingers in just the right spot. Your eyes watered as you watched yourself in the mirror. You were embarrassed by the vulgarity of the image, but even more so by how aroused it made you. You whimpered as JJ unwrapped his hand from your throat and moved it down to rub your clit. Your knees buckled at the doubled stimulation, and you grasped at JJ's biceps, desperate for something to stabilize yourself. You gnawed on your bottom lip, trying your best to suppress your cries of pleasure.

"JJ, I'm--" you blabbered, unable to think straight.

He curled his fingers even faster, creating an obscene squelching sound. You shuddered and your eyes rolled back as you felt yourself approaching your high. You cried out and nearly crumpled to the ground when he abruptly removed his fingers. Your lips parted in shock and tears pricked at your eyes at the cruel smirk on his face.

"Oh, sorry, princess. Were you close?" his mocking tone made your bottom lip wobble.

"I hate you," your voice trembled.

JJ chuckled at this and flipped you around, lifting you onto the counter. He pressed his lips against yours and you melted into the sloppy kiss. "Well you sure have a funny way of showing it," he mumbled against your mouth.

Before you had a chance to retaliate, JJ yanked your panties down your legs, tossing them aside carelessly. He pulled you forward so you sat on the very edge of the sink. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist. You snaked one arm around him and sunk your nails into the soft skin behind his neck, "Shut up and fuck me into tomorrow."

He didn't need to be told twice. JJ hastily lined up against your entrance, and pushed in slowly, his jaw slack as he watched his cock disappear into your body. You stifled a moan as he bottomed out, drunk on the feeling of him buried so deep inside of you. He pulled his hips back slowly until just the tip of him remained inside you. You whined at the loss and clawed at his back. JJ rested his forehead against yours before swiftly crashing his lips against yours and snapping his hips, plunging back inside of you.

You yelped against his mouth as he set a punishing pace pounding into you. You felt stuffed to the brim and held onto him for dear life, sinking your teeth into his collarbone to muffle your cries. The sound of smacking flesh filled the marbled bathroom.

"Touch yourself for me," he grunted against your ear.

You reached a shaky hand in-between your bodies and rubbed your clit as he rutted into you. The added pleasure made your toes curl.

JJ pressed his lips against your neck, "You're taking me so well, baby. Can't get enough of this tight little cunt."

You fluttered against him at his sinful words. His unrelenting tempo made your gut tighten, and you couldn't tell if it was his or your own high rapidly approaching.

"I'm so close, J," you mewled, trying your best to keep quiet.

His hips stuttered at the sound of your desperate plea, "I know, baby. Let go."

Your vision blurred and your jaw dropped as shockwaves gripped your body. JJ released a guttural groan as your climax sent him over the edge. He rolled his hips against yours as he spilled himself inside of you, your fluttering walls milking every last drop of his seed.

Dazed from the euphoria of their climaxes, you slumped against each other trying to catch your breaths. JJ inched out of you slowly, and your breath hitched at the loss. You flushed as you became abruptly aware of the mess between your thighs.

"Can you--" you started but were cut off by JJ handing you a roll of toilet paper, as if he had read your mind.

An awkward silence enveloped the two of you as you cleaned yourselves and tried your best to hide any evidence of the fleeting interaction.

Your eyes widened at the sight of your reflection in the mirror. Your hair was a mess and your mascara had smeared, not to mention the blush which just wouldn't budge from your cheeks. JJ watched you from the corner of his eye as he pulled on his boxers.

"You know," you rasped, breaking the tension-filled air, "I was thinking about your situation."

JJ paused his movements and you noticed his whole body tense, but opted to continue as he hadn't stopped you.

"I could help you with reporting him, getting out of that house. I can only imagine how impossible it must feel without the right resources and support, so if you--"

"And then what?" JJ snapped. His cold tone made the hair on your arms prickle.

"What do you mean?" your brows furrowed.

He scoffed, "What happens when I turn him in? CPS comes in and uproots my life, throws me in the system. Maybe even throws me into a worse situation?"

"That's not necessarily true, they could actually help more than you think--"

JJ whipped around to face you with menacing eyes, "He might be a piece of shit, but that's my dad. He's the only family I've got," you shrunk in on yourself at his tone, "You don't get it, Montgomery, and you never will..”

You frowned. You gently rested a hand on his back while he bucked his belt, “I know it’s not my place," you spoke softly, “But I just can’t stand to see you suffering–”

“You’re right, it’s not your place,” he threw your hand off, “You've got a silver spoon shoved so far down your throat you can’t see straight. You’re so fucking sheltered from hardship. When will you get it through your thick skull that I don’t wanna be part of your perfect little family in your perfect little house?”

JJ’s words cut you deep. Your voice trembled as you spoke, “I know hardship. Maybe not in the way you do, but just because my pain is invisible doesn’t mean it's any less real.”

“Invisible pain,” he scoffed, “What? Like Daddy didn’t buy you the Prada shoes you wanted?”

Tears of frustration welled in your eyes, which only egged him on.

“I don’t want your help, and I sure as hell don’t want your pity. But most of all, I don’t want you, Montgomery. We made an agreement that this,” he gestured between you, “Is purely physical. Don’t delude yourself into thinking it’s anything more.”

Your bottom lip wobbled as a tear trailed down your face. His words were vicious. You sucked in a deep breath, trying to collect yourself. You looked into his eyes, the once bright blue now a stormy gray; a deathless shield.

“You’re right," you spoke quietly in an effort to keep your voice even, “It’s nothing more. I should get back to my perfect little family.”

You didn’t spare him a second glance as you turned on your heel and fled the suffocating bathroom. You didn’t care that tears were now rolling freely down your hot cheeks. You didn’t care that he could feel your nails digging into your palms, or that your mascara was probably ruined. You didn’t care, because no one else did; no one cared for you, so why should you?

As you approached the table to rejoin your family, you wiped your eyes and straightened your skirt. You covered the mark on your neck with your hair, and put on your best plastic smile. You sat back down next to your mother, your back straight and your hands resting in your lap, ready to smile politely and say nothing. No one spared you a second glance. But this time, you hadn’t deluded yourself into thinking they would. They hadn’t noticed you'd been missing for the better part of an hour, let alone that your eyes were swollen red. Because they didn’t care.

So, with a heavy heart and a hollowness inside, you stared down at the fig salad, which looked back up at you mockingly. You clenched your fist around your fork and shoved the food fit for a rabbit around the plate. You glared down at the bits of pecan and crumbled goat cheese, which seemed to symbolize every bit of rage you felt towards your mother. Your jaw clenched as you fumed quietly. Why were you so spineless? Why were you so concerned with maintaining your fragile reputation as a perfect little Montgomery child, when your parents cared so little for you? Why couldn't you, just once in your life, stand up for yourself? And why the fuck were you letting JJ Maybank’s words dictate your entire being?

The sight of his ruffled blond hair bussing the table across from your family was the trigger–you had had enough.

“You know, I met my soulmate the other day,” your uncharacteristically cold voice sliced through the air. The whole Montgomery family paused their conversation and stared at you in shock. Margaret dropped her fork, Clyde choked on his drink, and Dixie and Georgia’s jaws fell slack.

You stared at your mother, and at the boy who had sent your life into upheaval behind her. JJ had his back turned away from your table, but you could see he had stopped his movements, frozen in place. Good, you thought to yourself.

“Yeah," you sighed. Your next words were calculated and you spoke in a sickly sweet tone, molasses dripping from your lips, “Your biggest fear came true, Mother: he’s a Pogue. The Montgomery family name has a big, fat stain on it now! Wonder how you’re gonna cover that one up.”

You could hear a pin drop a mile away.

Margaret shook with rage, whereas Clyde’s face had turned the shade of a tomato. You looked just past your mother to see that JJ had turned around, his eyes wide with shock at the scene unfolding before him. A smug grin took over your face at the chaos you had created.

“You..,” your mother seethed, “you ungrateful little brat. You’re a miserable excuse for a daughter, and if you think for one minute that I’m about to let you ruin–”

“Get out,” Clyde’s eerily deep and even tone cut off his wife. His menacing eyes bore into yours. “Get the hell out of here. Now.”

You gulped in fear, but maintained your stone cold mask, determined not to show weakness.

“Gladly," you bit back, throwing your napkin on top of the fig salad before not so quietly storming away, effectively capturing the attention of bystanders.

You could hear your parents bickering behind you as you made your exit, but you didn’t care. You couldn’t care less about the impending consequences of your outburst. All you cared about was getting as far away from there as possible.

You trembled with pent up anger as you finally escaped the suffocating air of the country club. Your nails dug into your palms as you stomped down the road, desperately searching for an outlet. You felt like screaming until your throat hurt, or punching something until your knuckles bled.

A shiver crept up your spine at the feeling of a feather-light touch stroking your forearm. Your blood boiled at JJ’s pathetic attempt to comfort you. This was all his fault. If it hadn’t been for him, you wouldn’t have been in this mess in the first place.

“Fuck!”

You cried out as you felt the bark of the nearby tree splinter underneath your knuckles. You cradled your fist in your arms and squinted your eyes shut, as if doing so would block out the pain.

At least he got the message, you thought to yourself as the feeling of his touch on your arm abruptly left.

You fumbled through your bag in search of your phone. You blinked back tears as you pulled it out and stared blankly at your home screen. The picture of you grinning alongside Anna only sent you deeper into your hurricane of emotions.

You frantically searched for Topper’s phone number, but paused as a text notification populated your screen.

8:06 PM Sarah: what are u up to tonight? i heard there’s gonna be a kegger on the cut

Your fingers moved to respond before your mind could catch up.

to Sarah:

i’m in delivered 8:07 PM

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The pungent smell of weed and stale beer invaded your senses the second you stepped out of John B’s van.

The nearby beach was flooded with Tourons and Pouges alike, chattering over the blasting bass of some rock song. In the center of it all was a blazing fire pit, complete with beer pong tables and spike ball nets.

“I know it’s not your typical party scene,” John B hopped out of the van, “But I think you’ll find that Pogues do it better.”

You laughed, “This is perfect. Thanks for inviting me guys.”

Kie grinned at you and looped an arm through yours, “Welcome to the dark side. We don’t have any cookies, but we got a lot of beer.”

You giggled as the two of you set off towards the crowded beach, followed closely by John B and Sarah.

While this technically wasn’t the first time you had made an appearance at a kegger, it was certainly the first time you’d shown up with a group of Pogues. A small part of you felt bad for leaving Topper and Kate in the dark, but the thought of entering a mansion, let alone attending a Kook party, made your stomach churn. This was the perfect escape from your suffocating life on the Figure Eight; even if just for a night.

“Soo, I was promised beer," you teased Kie with a nudge as you arrived at the center of the crowd.

“Coming right up, m’lady!” John B grinned as he filled a red solo cup to the brim with alcohol.

You smiled as you took the plastic cup from him with a courtesy, “Thank you, kind sir.”

“Who the fuck invited her?” a familiar voice sent a shiver up your spine.

You whipped around and swallowed down a gasp as you came face to face with the boy who had sent your life into complete upheaval. The sight of him was an acrid reminder of events earlier in the evening. You trembled as you were reminded of the touch of his skin against yours. Your face fell as you remembered the seething look on your father's face after your outburst at the dinner table.

Despite the fiery rage bubbling in the pit of your stomach at the sight of JJ, you couldn't help but swoon at the sight of his windswept hair dusted with sand. You studied the slight downward curve of his lips, and the cinch between his brows. Pope lingered behind him with an awkward grin which looked more like a grimace.

JJ’s jaw ticked with irritation, and you only narrowed your eyes in response. You threw your head back as you chugged the contents of your cup, ignoring the burning sensation of stale beer down your throat.

“Oooh, Kook can drink!” Pope cheered you on.

You resisted the urge to gag as you crumpled up the empty plastic cup in your hand, beer dribbling down your chin. You burped loudly, sending Kie into a fit of giggles.

“Last I checked you don’t own this beach, Pogue," you quipped.

JJ grinded his teeth with a snarl.

“Cool it, JJ. And Y/N, if you’re gonna hang out with us then no derogatory usage of ‘Pogue’,” Kie intervened before a fight could erupt.

“Force of habit. I digress,” you averted your gaze from JJ and turned to the others with a smile, “So am I the only one drinking?”

Pope and Sarah grinned before raising their cups in unison, following your lead and chugging their drinks.

“Refill?” John B nudged you.

“Please," you laughed as he filled another cup to the brim.

You didn’t need to look at JJ to know he was seething; but frankly, you didn’t care.

“Who wants to play pong?” Kie shouted with a grin.

“You’re so on!” you snatched Sarah’s hand and dragged her to the nearby table before the Cameron girl had a chance to respond. Kie and Pope swiftly followed, taking position at the other end of the wooden table.

“I hope you know what you’re getting yourself into, Kie. I have a long standing winning streak," you teased from across the table as the teenagers arranged plastic cups on either end.

Kie snorted, “Well good luck ‘cause Sarah’s a notoriously awful shot.”

“Hey,” Sarah shouted back with a frown, “Don’t forget I won last time!”

“Only ‘cause I was on your team,” the sound of JJ’s gravelly voice right behind you made you tense. Nevertheless, you ignored him and continued setting up the game, pouring a liberal amount of beer into each cup.

“How about losers have to do a keg stand?” Pope called out as he tossed you a ping pong ball.

A devilish grin crept onto your face, “You’re so on.”

The teenagers set to work playing the game. You could feel JJ’s eyes burning through you, but you avoided his gaze and instead focused on shooting the plastic ball into the beer-filled cups, tipping back drinks all the while.

“Looks like Little Miss Montgomery is about to lose that winning streak,” Pope teased from across the table as they prepared to throw the balls yet again. You frowned at the sight of a single cup on your end of the table in comparison to the three remaining cups on the other end.

“Don’t get cocky now, you still have to make the shot," you slurred, the alcohol catching up to you.

Your words were almost instantly drowned out by Pope and Kie’s cheering as he sank the ping pong ball into their final cup, effectively ending your long-standing winning streak.

You groaned as Sarah pulled the ball out of the cup and chugged the beer inside.

“They were right. You really do suck at pong," you grumbled as Sarah threw down the cup and wiped her mouth.

“Hey!” she pouted, “It’s not all about winning.”

“Uh, yeah it is,” Kie snorted, “And I’m pretty sure there’s a keg stand waiting for you two, if I remember correctly.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t fight the smile tugging at your lips. You threw your hands up and relented, “Okay, okay. But Sarah’s going first since I carried that game.”

Sarah huffed but marched towards the keg. John B followed closely behind, and held her legs up as she positioned herself in a handstand on top of the large container of beer. A small crowd gathered, cheering as she took the tap head into her mouth and began chugging. You whooped alongside them as your friend chugged until she couldn’t take anymore. Sarah came down from the keg with a loud belch, sending the group of Pogues into a fit of laughter.

“Alright, Montgomery, your turn!” Pope nudged you towards the keg.

You stumbled towards the silver container, already feeling dazed from the alcohol. Still, you braced your arms on either end of the keg and kicked your legs up. Pope helped stabilize you as you took the tap head and followed Sarah’s lead, letting the bitter taste flood your mouth. Your head pounded from your upside down position and you were vaguely aware of the cheering crowd as you chugged. You continued until you felt your arms begin to wobble and the urge to vomit. Finally, Pope released his hold and you flipped back onto the ground, stumbling as you regained your footing.

You laughed and gave a dramatic bow to the onlooking crowd, ignoring JJ’s hawk eyes on you.

Your phone buzzed in your pocket, and you clumsily dug it out.

11:56 PM Topper: why the fuck is your find my at the Cut?

You squinted through blurred vision as you sloppily typed out a reply.

to Topper:

kgr on th cut!!! come or ur a bitchff delivered 11:58 PM

“Hey Y/N! What are the odds you skinny dip in the ocean right now?” Sarah’s shrill voice pulled you from your phone.

You glanced up at your drunk friend through hooded eyes. Sarah’s infectious smile made your own lips curve upwards.

“1 in 10, but only if you do it with me," you giggled.

Sarah’s eyes widened as she doubled over in laughter, “Okay, who’s counting?”

John B frowned and grabbed Sarah’s hand, but she slipped away and wrapped her arms around you instead.

“I’ll do it,” Pope raised his hand before burping loudly, sending you into another fit of laughter.

“Hold on–” John B tried to interject, but was drowned out by Pope’s dramatic countdown.

“1…2…3!”

“7!”

You and Sarah shrieked as you shouted the same number in unison.

“Look what you’ve done!” you cried and gave Sarah a playful shove.

Tears streamed down Sarah’s face as she doubled over in laughter, “Well rules are rules, come on!”

“Come on, Sarah, don’t be dumb,” John B interjected with a sour face.

Sarah ignored her soulmate’s protests as she grabbed your hand and dragged you towards the ocean. You avoided JJ’s burning gaze and followed your friend.

“Don’t get your panties in a twist, John B! I’ll keep mine on,” Sarah shouted over her shoulder as you sprinted together towards the crashing waves.

You and Sarah ignored John B’s protests as you clumsily got rid of your clothes. You giggled as you tripped while stepping out of your jean shorts, nearly falling down onto the sand below. Sarah peeled off her top and yelped at the feeling of the cool breeze, wrapping her arms around her chest. You continued until you left only in your underwear. You ignored the wolf whistles erupting from the crowd of Pogues and Tourons that had gathered around.

You felt a rush of hot anger which wasn’t your own bubbling in the pit of your stomach. You glanced over your shoulder and caught sight of JJ and John B standing side by side, arms crossed and jaws taut with irritation. You were too far away, and frankly too drunk, to decipher the look in his eyes; but his rage coursing through your veins spoke louder than words, and it only egged you on.

A devious smirk crept onto your beer-stained lips. You grabbed Sarah’s hand and set off into a clumsy run towards the water. You shrieked with laughter as you crashed into the waves. Goosebumps erupted along your body, but the numbing effect of alcohol fueled you on.

“Oh my god it’s fucking freezing!” Sarah’s shrill cry brought you back to reality.

“It feels so good," you laughed as a wave came over your shivering friend

You bobbed up and down in the water, reveling in the cheers of the crowd from the beach. You threw your head back into the ocean, letting the eerie sound fill your ears. You fluttered your eyes shut and grinned blindly up at the winking moon. The combination of alcohol and the freezing cold of the ocean flooded your brain, and for once you felt completely and utterly free.

You abruptly pulled your head back with a gasp as a splash of water came over you. You didn’t hesitate to retaliate, splashing Sarah back with all of the strength you could muster. You went back and forth splashing each other for what felt like hours, but was in reality mere minutes.

“Come on, Sarah, that’s enough,” John B’s muffled shout sounded from the beach.

Sarah rolled her eyes but relented, “We better get back before he actually loses his mind.”

“Nah, I’m not done yet. And I don’t answer to men,” you quipped as you spun in the water.

Sarah grabbed your hand, “Come on, Y/N. I’m actually freezing now and I’m not leaving you behind.”

You refused to budge and pulled your arm back with a drunken grin, “You can go ahead. I’ll be fine.”

Sarah frowned and glanced between the intoxicated Montgomery girl and her angry boyfriend in the distance.

“Seriously, Sarah, go ahead. I promise I’m right behind you. Just a few more minutes.”

Sarah sighed, but with alcohol clouding her judgment, she relented, “Okay. But no more than 5 minutes or I’m sending John B to get you.”

You mockingly saluted your fellow Kook, “Yes ma’am!”

You watched as Sarah swam back to shore and hastily ran over to her clothes discarded on the sand. You could see John B approach from the distance, blocking the dissipating crowd’s view of his girlfriend’s nearly naked body. You could see him chewing Sarah out as she got dressed, and you rolled your eyes.

“Come on, Y/N, you’re way too drunk for this,” Kie’s concerned voice shouted from a distance.

“I’m so sober right now," you shouted back, lying through your teeth, “I bet I could hold my breath for a minute!”

“Don’t–”

You didn’t hear the rest of Kie’s protests as you sucked in a deep breath before submerging yourself completely in the cold, dark abyss. Your head spun as the iciness engulfed you. You squinted your eyes shut and embraced the feeling as a welcome escape. As you counted down the seconds, you reveled in the sanctuary of silence. Through the pounding in your head and the burning in your lungs, your mind was completely void; no stuck-up parents, no fake friends, and most importantly, no JJ.

You remained underneath the water until you felt faint and you were forced to resurface, gasping for air. You panted as you wiped your eyes and turned to the group of Pogues on the beach.

“How long was it?” you shouted.

But you only heard a scream before a wave crashed over you.

The brutal force swept your body back under water as a sharp pain erupted on the back of your head. You flailed your arms, desperately trying to make your way back up to the surface, but to no avail. Your chest burned from the lack of oxygen as panic and fatigue simultaneously set in. The once peaceful escape was now a vicious cage, and the adrenaline fueling you slipped away. You let your eyes flutter shut.

Just as your tired limbs started to slow, you felt the electrifying touch of an arm wrap around your waist.

Your eyes shot open as you were pulled back to the surface.

You coughed violently and gasped for air. You subconsciously wrapped your arms around the shoulders of your savior as you fought to catch your breath. The once calming sensation of water against your skin was suddenly scorching, and you wanted nothing more than to escape. Slowly, your blurred vision began to regain focus as you were dragged through the water. As the shore approached, an arm snaked underneath your legs and you were lifted from the water. Finally lucid, you averted your gaze to face your savior.

JJ’s stormy eyes stared down at you as he carried your shivering body to shore.

The look of panic on his face made you abruptly aware of the pain in the back of your head. And just as suddenly, you became aware of your tight grip around his neck, and the unwanted comfort his touch rained down over you.

You fought every instinct to tighten your grip around him, and instead flailed your legs and pushed at his heaving chest.

“Let me go, you fucker!”

You squirmed out of his grip and cried out in pain as your body hit the sand below. JJ scoffed and unceremoniously tossed your discarded clothes from the sand on top of you.

“Oh my god, Y/N, are you okay?” Sarah’s voice was frantic as she kneeled beside you.

“Can you breathe?” Kie followed suit, gripping your shoulders.

You winced and nudged Kie off of you, “I’m fine," you grumbled.

“What the fuck is going on here?”

The pounding in your head amplified at the booming sound of a furious Topper.

“Y/N, what happened?” Kate arrived at the scene, kneeling between Kie and Sarah.

“I don’t–” you tried to respond but were drowned out by the sound of Topper and the Pogues bickering.

You lazily tried to pull on your clothes, but Kate, Kie, and Sarah’s grabbing hands shooed your own away as they helped you get dressed. The touch of the three girls and the bickering of the boys was suffocating, and you felt yourself gasping for breath again as if another wave had crashed over you.

“Would everyone just leave me the fuck alone?” you cried.

You sucked in a breath as the grabbing hands and arguing voices subsided.

You weakly pulled your shirt over your head. You ignored the burning gaze of the Pogues and your friends as you slowly hauled yourself up from the ground, stumbling over your trembling legs. They waited with bated breath as you dusted the sand from your body and turned to face them.

“I’m fine," you rasped, your voice hoarse.

“Y/N, I really think we should take you to an urgent care or something. What if–”

“I said I’m fine, Kate. Would you drop it?” you snapped at your friend.

Kate frowned and glanced towards Topper, urging her boyfriend to step in.

“I’m getting another drink," you grumbled. You ignored the throbbing pain in your head and set off towards the keg, but were stopped in your tracks by Topper’s strong grip around your bicep.

“No the fuck you’re not. You’ve had enough,” he forcefully pulled you back, and you fought against his iron grip.

“Last I checked I have free will," you slurred, finally yanking your arm away, “And I plan on exercising it.”

“Please, Y/N, you’re not thinking straight. At least let us drive you home,” Kate pleaded, her eyes wide with concern.

You scoffed and let out a manic laugh at the suggestion.

“I’d rather end up in a ditch then go back to that hell hole,” your voice cracked as you spoke.

You stomped away before Topper or Kate could stop you. You grabbed a plastic cup and filled it until the cheap beer sloshed over the edges. But just as you raised it to your lips, it was snatched away.

Your jaw fell slack and your body shook with rage as your eyes met JJ’s. The softness of the ocean water dripping from his blond hair was a stark contrast to the sharpness of his clenched jaw. You grabbed at the cup he had stolen, but he threw it aside before you could retrieve your drink. You stomped with frustration as the contents spilled onto the fine sand below.

“You trying to kill yourself or something?” he seethed.

You ignored the Pogue and reached for another cup, but he knocked your arm away. Your anger only intensified at this.

“Would you stop trying to take care of me? I don’t need your help, and I sure as hell don’t need you," you hissed and shoved at his chest with all the strength you could muster.

His dry laugh made your skin crawl, “If I didn’t jump in and save your drunk ass you’d be at the bottom of the ocean right now. Cut the shit, Montgomery.”

“I’d rather be at the bottom of the ocean than anywhere near you," you spit.

You lunged forward towards the keg, but he wrapped his hands around your forearms.

A tear of frustration slipped from the corner of your eye as you screamed profanities at him and fought against his grip, but to no avail.

“You can’t just pick and choose when you give a shit about me, Maybank," you finally twisted out of his hold, “You made your feelings perfectly clear. Stop pretending to care,” your voice cracked as another tear escaped.

You made one last attempt towards the keg, but JJ wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling your back flush against his bare chest.

“I’m not pretending,” he rasped into your ear.

The floodgate broke.

Tears rolled down your face as sobs wracked your body. You weakly flailed your arms but JJ only tightened his grip around you.

“Leave me alone," you sobbed, “just leave me alone.”

“No,” his voice was stern.

You weren't sure how long you struggled in his grip. But the pounding in your head began to take over, and you couldn’t see straight with tears clouding your vision. Finally you relented, crumpling against him. You fell limp as sobs continued to wrack your body. JJ eased you to the ground, all the while holding you flush against him, afraid to let go.

“I’m so tired of all of this," you cried as you wrapped your hands around his arms, finally giving into his hold, “I’m tired of crying. I’m tired of living my life for everyone but me. I’m tired of being perfect. I’m tired of my parents, and I’m tired of you.”

You couldn’t stop the stream of words and tears. You were vaguely aware of the crowd of your friends watching your breakdown, but you couldn’t stop it; no matter how hard you tried. You gasped for breath through your sobs, and JJ buried his face into the crook of your shoulder.

“Can you count to 10 for me?” his mouthed against your skin.

You shook your head violently.

“I’m just so tired,” your voice cracked as you cried.

“I know, baby, I know,” he whispered, “Can you feel my heartbeat?” he pulled you impossibly closer.

You shut your eyes tight and tried to focus on the pounding of his heart against your back. You nodded weakly.

“Focus on my heartbeat,” he whispered. He tapped his hand in rhythm against your forearm, “Can you tap with me?”

You trembled as you weakly tapped your hand against his. You put all your energy towards focusing on the heavy pounding of his heart. Your sobs slowly subsided.

“Good. Now can you breathe with me?” JJ’s raspy voice soothed you.

You nodded and mimicked his deep breaths, focusing on the feeling of his chest expanding and shrinking in over and over again.

Your chest heaved as the tears finally stopped rushing down your face. Your whole body ached and your head felt like it could explode. But the feeling of JJ’s bated breath against your skin and his arms wrapped around you was a safe haven you had never felt before.

“How’s your head?” he mumbled against you, rocking your body in a soothing manner.

“Hurts," you whispered back.

“I know,” he sighed.

Guilt tugged at your heartstrings. You had momentarily forgotten that JJ could feel every bit of physical and emotional pain you were in.

“Please let me get you out here, Y/N. We can go back to my house,” Kate’s soft tone snapped you back to reality.

Your puffy eyes fluttered open to meet your friend’s concerned gaze. Kate was knelt beside you and JJ on the sand, cautious not to get too close in fear of upsetting you again. Topper stood behind her, his lips pulled taut at the scene before him.

You averted your gaze to the ground and you subconsciously gnawed on your bottom lip. Your predicament with JJ was painfully obvious, and you knew you had a lot of explaining to do. But that would have to wait for another day.

“Y/N?” Kate questioned softly.

You gave your friend a weak nod.

JJ moved to unwrap his arms from you, but you tightened your grip, unwilling to lose his touch just yet. He sighed and looked up at the two Kooks. His gaze hardened at the sight of Topper, but he knew it wasn’t the time or place to pick a fight.

“I’ll carry her to your car,” JJ’s voice was gruff.

Kate and Topper shared a look, but nodded.

You wrapped your arms around JJ’s neck as he released one arm from your tight grip to slide underneath your legs, carefully lifting you from the ground. You closed your tired eyes to avoid the watchful glances of the rest of the Pogues. You rested your head against his chest as he carried you through the sand away from the crowd of the party.

“I’m sorry," you whispered so quietly you were surprised JJ heard you.

His grip tightened slightly, “I’m sorry.”

His shaky voice made you shrink further into his hold.

You reluctantly peeled your eyes open as he approached Topper’s Range Rover. Kate swung the backseat door open and JJ carefully lowered you inside the vehicle. You flinched at the feeling of the cool leather seat against your skin. Your watery eyes met JJ’s, which were swimming with an emotion you couldn’t quite decipher. He reluctantly unwrapped his arms from around you, and you fought the urge to pull him back.

“Get back safe, okay?” he whispered.

You nodded, and your heart dropped as he moved away. You watched longingly as he averted his gaze to the ground. You sucked in a breath as he shut the door, and your vision was flooded with the darkness of the tinted window. As Topper started the engine and pulled the car out of the parking lot, you could feel the distance between you and JJ grow with each passing second.

The urge to jump out and run after him was strong. But your fatigue was even stronger. You fluttered your eyes shut and relented to your tired body, letting yourself slip from consciousness.

#jj maybank x reader #jj maybank #jj maybank smut #outer banks #jj maybank imagine #jj x reader #jj maybank fanfiction #outer banks fanfiction

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kaylasficrecs · 1 year

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jj maybank recs

three times | one shot, angst | @obxsummer (tw)

pogue on pogue | one shot, trifecta (angst/fluff/smut) | @skiller0dani

nowhere else to go | one shot, fluff (slight angst) | @tbyfandoms

details | two shot, angst (part 2 has some fluff!) | @spider6oy

breathe with me | one shot, angst | @maddiwrites (tw)

six times he realizes he loves you | imagine, fluff | @fandomtravels

protective | imagine, fluff | @toomanyfandoms02

road trip | imagine, flangst (more fluff) | @toomanyfandoms02

pretty girl | imagine, fluff | archived blog

hospital chairs and shitty vending machines | imagine, flangst | @amourology

can't you stay a little longer | imagine, heavy angst | @anxiousstark

madly and deeply | imagine, flangst | @mydogisveryadorbs

perfect | imagine, fluff | @bruh--wtf

love you back | one shot, fluff | @milkiane

meet me at our spot | one shot, fluff (little angst) | @amourology

speechless | one shot, flangst | @buckyseddie

only love can hurt like this | two shot, flangst | @maybaenk (this is part 2 bc i love it so much)

unexpected valentine | one shot, fluff | @katsu28

like i'm gonna lose you | imagine, flangst | deactiavted blog

nightmares | imagine, fluff (some angst) | @fangirl-writes

savior | imagine, fluff | @pixelated-pogues

promise | one shot, flangst | @jjs-bitch

i got you | one shot, flangst | @jjs-bitch

love sick | imagine, fluff | @demxters

swell | imagine, fluff (brief angst) | @the-maidofgevaudan

aftermath | one shot, flangst | @maybaenk (tw)

this isn't what it looks like | drabble, fluff | @winchester-books

too much to drink | imagine, flangst | @pankowholland

brown eyes | drabble, fluff | @hybridluv

too busy being yours to fall… | imagine, flangst | @mvybanks

three seconds | two shot, angst | @xveenusx

why would you? | imagine, fluff | @maybankslover

the one where you get your period | imagine, flangst (more fluff) | @mvybanks

nothing else matters | drabble, fluff | @ruewrote

you | one shot, flangst | @xveenusx

thought that i was dreaming when... | one shot, flangst | @https-florals

practice makes perfect | imagine, smut | @meadowscarlet

where jj protects you from your brother | two shot, flangst | @mvybanks

bad boy x good girl | headcanon, fluff, bit of smut | @maybankswhore

it was always you | imagine, fluff (kinda flangsty) | @destourtereaux

dying to tell you | one shot, flangst | @obaex

pinch me | au, imagine, flangst | @obaex

i'll go anywhere you go | imagine, fluff | @voidcameron

greedy | imagine, smut | @voidcameron

"you came." "you called." | imagine, flangst | @maybankswhore

the one where jj is touch starved | drabble, fluff | @mvybanks

now your mess is mine | imagine, comfort flangst | @fandomxpreferences

the one where jj is scared of love | imagine, flangst | @mvybanks

it's going to be okay | imagine, flangst | @angelbabyxworld

a little dirty | imagine, fluff | @obaex

#masterlist #fic recs #jj maybank x reader #obx

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fairydvsts-blog · 9 months

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𝐢 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

JJ Maybank x fem!reader

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

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

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

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

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

JJ Maybank, the new maintenance guy, was.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You realised something: he was doing it on purpose.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Fuck."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes, please."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I trust you," you said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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maybank-archives · 7 months

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reflection - jj maybank

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warning: +18. NSFW CONTENT. MINORS DNI. exhibitionist (ish). vaginal sex. masturbation. language. dirty talking. oral sex.

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“Done y/n, the bed frame is installed, the shelves are in the right place, your mirror is set and we’re… dead.” John B says as he throws the last box on the floor.

Finally, I’m all settled in - my place in Outer Banks, which means freedom and no more late-night walks back from the Chateau. Not that crashing at John B’s wasn’t fun, but now everything here is mine, and it’s cozy and perfect.

The guys decided to chill downstairs, drinking off the rest of the earlier beer. I stayed there cleaning the rest of the mess. I grabbed a little towel to clean the window glass and mirror. From the mirror's reflection, I spotted JJ, leaning in the doorframe. I couldn’t help but flash him a big smile.

“You know, I’m pretty darn proud of you,” JJ said, moving closer and giving me a tight hug from behind. “What’s on your mind, milady?” he asked, planting a kiss on my shoulder.

“I think I’m just tired and over the moon. Everything came together just as I imagined it. Now, I’ve got this whole place and it’s perfect, I almost feel like I’m no longer a pogue,”

JJ chuckled. “Nah, once a pogue, always a pogue,” He says brushing his lips to my neck. “ I really dig this mirror, by the way.”

“It’s so pretty and massive, I know it’s kinda silly, but I fucking love this,”

“It’s not silly, I’m dead serious, I like it, you know why?” JJ asked getting closer to my ears “It's kinda in a perfect angle, I can fuck you in the bed or in on the desk, would be a fuckin view no matter where.” He smirked as I stared at him, with a grin on his face, he released me from his arms smacking my ass before leaving the room.

Later that night, after everyone had left, both of us came upstairs, JJ took a shower first and I made sure to be the last one. His little comment made my mind send some familiar signals to my body. So I searched through some boxes for some lingerie and stayed in the bathroom. With a robe on top, I finally stepped out of the room, and there was JJ, stretched out on the bed, watching something on his phone.

"So, I've been thinking about what you said earlier," I mumbled, standing in front of my mirror, playfully messing with my hair. "You know, about the mirror..."

JJ's eyes flicked up from the screen, a sly grin already on his face. When our eyes finally met in the mirror's reflection, I slowly slipped out of my robe. JJ sat up in the bed analyzing every inch of my body.

“Can I help you out of that?

I turn my body to him as I slowly unhook my bra. "I mean, you've already helped me a lot today," I told him. JJ nods, his eyes locked on mine.

"One more thing, wouldn’t be a problem," a mischievous glint fills his eyes as he stands up and gets closer to me. His hands land and my hips and twist them, "God, I'm crazy for you," His breath on the back of my neck instantly makes my body tingle.

“You’re so beautiful,” he says, pressing his lower body onto mine.

Just as we were earlier, JJ hugs me from behind, but this time, his hand caresses my tits as the other one is sliding inside my panties. His lips leave a trail of wet kisses on the side of my neck.

He massages my wetness with his fingers and pushes them in slowly, curling them until he presses down against my sweet spot. Some breathy moans escape my lips.

“I love the face you make when you moan for me,” JJ murmurs, his comment almost makes me feel embarrassed, but fuck, his lips against my neck, the way he’s pleasuring me with those skillful fingers of his, it’s too good to feel awkward about.

“Always so wet for me, I need to taste you,” JJ whispers in my ears “You want my mouth on you?”

I lazily nod.

He sinks to his knees and wrenches my legs apart, I lean on the corner of the table as JJ grabs my leg and holds it on top of his shoulders. I see him peering up at me as I tangle my hands over his hair.

I let out a hoarse "Yes." as JJ wraps his mouth on my pussy. He licks my clit with soft, teasing strokes, driving me wild with desire. He takes his time, building up my pleasure and making me beg for more. "JJ, please don't stop," I whimper. As if it was an order, JJ fastens the tempo, the more noise and movement I make, the more eager JJ gets with his mouth.

His groans against my skin makes me squirm, my vision was blurry til he withdrew his fingers out of me.

“I’m sorry, but you will finish with me inside of you princess,” He asks as he pushes me in front of the mirror. “I want to look at your face when I slam deep inside you.”

I nod. At this point, I just need to feel him.

“I’ll let you do anything if you just fuck me JJ.”

JJ chuckles, his underwear falls to the floor, his thick cock points up as he gives it a few pumps. The sight of his cock running through his palms makes me crazy. I hunch over, my body leans against the mirror, both of my palms pressed firmly against the glass.

JJ gives my ass a slap before rubbing his length in between my legs.

“Look at us,” He commands huskily

My eyes land on myself, bent over with my legs spread open, my mouth hangs open feeling JJ slowly push against my hole. Looking at JJ, he has his lower lip caught between his teeth, and his eyes are devouring my reflection through his lashes.

“Watch me fuck you from behind,”

My moan is instant as JJ buries himself deeper inside me, his hands gripping tightly around my waist. His thrust gets progressively faster. My sex clutches around him every time he fills me up. There’s no more “teasing” and also there’s nothing graceful about the pounds he gave me.

“Fuck yes,” JJ grunts against my neck.

It’s all moaning, slapping, and slurping sounds filling the bedroom right now, our sweaty bodies slamming each other without a pause.

I feel getting close to reaching that blissful feeling, I take JJ’s hand and place it between my legs. He knows exactly the amount of pressure to put it in because when he strokes it frantically, I'm closer than ever.

“yes, yes, yes”

"Come for me, look how good you take me." JJ stares deeply at me

I almost can’t support my body, every muscle inside me tenses up as I feel his cock pulse, the pleasure builds inside me until finally, it explodes, melting my body.

JJ buries his face in the crook of my neck, trembling against my body as he climaxes as well.

He keeps pumping inside of me, my pussy contracting milking his shaft as he pulls out.

"I've been looking forward to this all day, you have no right being this hot princess," JJ holds me giving me a kiss.

“Gosh, we are so doing that again,”

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The Bonfire Party

JJ Maybank x fem!reader

Summary: You and JJ both take a shine to one another at a beach bonfire party, and he’s quickly dragging you back for some fun in the Twinkie. But will your past threaten to end your relationship before it begins?

A/N: I am backkk! Gosh I have missed writing properly but I think I’ve got my inspiration back, so here’s some smut with your favourite pogue! It hasn’t been proof read so sorry for some (inevitable) typos!

Warnings: Smut, spit kink (sort of), dirty talking

Your eyes locked on a handsome man from across the beach. He was stood there chatting to some friends, his blonde hair on top of his head. You felt instantly drawn to him; his demeanour making you even more attracted to him. You just wanted to go say hi and the liquid courage that you had been necking all night helped you take a few steps towards him and his friends. They seemed close, like they were protecting him. He was clearly the leader of their little group - or so you thought.

Your friends seemed confused why you wanted to go anywhere near a Pogue of all people, but let you carry on, you downing the drink in your red plastic cup as you took a few more steps towards him. The bonfire was still between you two but you looked past the sparks and embers that fell from the flames to focus on him.

Closer now, you took a moment to admire him. The bonfire lit up his stunning bone structure and features, and that smile. You were captivated by him. But it was that energy that drew you in more. The way he was the life and soul of the party, everyone wanting to be near him, chat to him and now you wanted it too. He looked wild, but in that way that took your breath away. He was danger, exciting and you needed more.

He caught your eye, taking you aback a little as you admired his beautiful eyes, even from this far away. A smirk spread over his lips as he eyed you up, his friends still animatedly talking to him. He obviously wasn’t listening. He bit his lip, you probably mirroring him as you looked him up and down. His vest exposed his arms, thick and strong, a detail that you had you almost pooling in your underwear at the thought of them on you, around you, those fingers - in you.

And then he winked at you.

Yes he was perfect.

Feeling confident, and the group clearly noticing now, you made your way over to him and his friends, him breaking away from the others and turning his attention to you. One girl he was with - Kie you think someone called her - gave you a glare but you tried to just brush it away and keep your focus on him instead. Close up, he was even more captivating but you needed more from him. You needed to feel him, touch him, maybe even something else. You wondered if he was that kind of guy. You hadn’t seen him on this side of the island before.

“Wanna dance?” you asked, your eyes scanning up and down his body. You wanted to touch, needed to, but you kept your hands at a distance for now.

“I don’t dance cupcake,” he said, eyes flicking up and down as he drank in your body, the clothes you had chosen leaving little - but enough - to the imagination. “But if you wanna go somewhere - quieter,” he said punctuated with a long pause, “We can.”

You moved closer, no gap between your bodies now as you went up on your tiptoes and whispered in his ear. “I’d like that,” you said, a tone in your voice making clear that your intentions completely matched his.

“John B, keys,” he shouted, holding his hand out towards his friend. He shook his head, chucking them at him and mumbling something about it being ‘again’. “Don’t come knocking guys,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows at them before his attention turned back to you. With a smirk on his face, he grabbed your hand and tugged you off in the direction of what you’d soon find out was the Twinkie.

“So what’s your name eh?” he said, his fingers locked between yours as you made your way through some quiet area of the beach with him.

“Beautiful name for a beautiful girl,” he mumbled, his voice cutting into the dark night, “Haven’t seen you around here before.” He paused. “Sure I would have noticed someone like you.” He stopped you from moving towards the van, turning you to face him as he leant in and hovered his lips against yours. “I’d have done this much sooner if I knew you had -“

“I haven’t been to this side of the island since I was a kid. This is my first beach bonfire party thing,” you said, suddenly a little shy now it really was just him and you. He moved your intertwined hands closer to him, your breath hitching in your throat as you looked at him. He moved your hand with his and placed it on his abs under his loose vest. “I know you wanna touch me, can see it in your eyes,” he said, his voice dripping with charm. “Can see how bad you want me. Just let go.”

“Touch all you want, I don’t mind.” You used his words as an assurance that it was ok, and you stepped closer towards him, letting your fingers glide over his body under his shirt. He must have liked this as he watched you, eyes burning as you ran your fingers over the outline of his muscles. You breathed deeply, your focus on him. That was until he leant forward and his lips brushed against your ear, his hot breath making you shiver in anticipation as his words sent shockwaves through you.

“Maybe I can touch you later too?”

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You sighed as you felt his hands explore your body. You were both naked now, on the floor of the Twinkie of all places, but you didn’t have anywhere else to go. Your hands were also reaching all over him too, your focus on his chest and abs, feeling that hard muscle with every single movement of your hands. He was perfect.

His hands moved down to your hips, squeezing your soft flesh there as he let himself explore every inch of you. He was nestled between your thighs, his fingers moving from your hips to your legs, to your inner thighs.

“Looking beautiful for me baby,” he teased, his fingers brushing over your soaking folds and making you moan at the sensation. “Shy baby?” he asked quietly, his fingers ghosting over your clit as he made eye contact with you at the exact same moment. You bucked your hips up, begging for more but you stayed silent in words, shy and embarrassed. No one had touched you this well in ages. You also hadn’t ever done this before, hooked up with a random guy you just met - but he was different.

“Let me hear you moan my name, bet my name sounds so good coming from that pretty little mouth,” he groaned, rubbing his thumb over your clit and encouraging you to moan out. “Only time I don’t wanna hear you moaning is when your mouth is full of my cock. Is that what you want eh?”

His thumb brushed sharply across your clit and you whined at the feeling, partly answering his questions. Moans started to spill from your lips as he kept his fingers moving over you, his speed fast and his pattern changing constantly to keep you guessing. His dirty talking was encouraging you and soon you were moaning out, begging for more and different things too.

“JJ, feels so good. Keep going,” you whined, unable to even control your words, which were just about audible, punctuated with moans. You leant forward and pressed your lips against his, biting his bottom lip and making him moan into your mouth before you locked lips with him fully. Your hands moved to tangle in his blonde hair, tugging as you moaned into his mouth too as he kept his fingers of one hand moving over your clit, his pace fast.

“That’s it baby, keep talking, keep telling me what you like. I love hearing you tell me what you like,” he said after breaking from the kiss. You couldn’t speak as much as you wanted to, and you knew it was turning him on too - but you tried. You’d try anything for him.

“Gosh J, you’re so good, making me feel so good. Want you inside me, want to feel you stretching me out.” You managed to mumble through moans and whines as he quizzed you on whether anyone else had made you feel this way before. He was 100 times better than your ex. “No one, never never, no one else J, I promise.”

He moved himself to kneel between your legs, forcing his hands off your clit finally. That was almost becoming too much, an overstimulation for you. “You wanted me inside you did you mama?” he said, biting his lip as he took the moment to really admire your body. You had curves in all the right places, and he couldn’t get over how soaking wet you already were for him. He had felt it but seeing your folds glisten in the low light made him even more desperate to be inside you.

“Just need you a little wetter,” he said almost mockingly. You were expecting to feel fingers or even his tongue or maybe his friend kept some lube in the van for situations like this. He spat on your pussy, watching as the liquid glistened your folds even more so. He took a deep breath, biting his lip hard before he took himself in his hand. He used the tip to rub himself into your soaking wet core, pushing in a little and leaving you breathless by the anticipation of his sheer size and what was to come. And he wasn’t even inside you yet.

“Ready for me mama?” he asked, but didn’t even wait for an answer before he slid inside you. He was thick, not too long but perfectly thick and you felt him stretch you out either every single inch he sunk inside you with. You tried to close your legs but he pushed them open, holding your thigh with one hand and holding your hip with his other. “Feel so good, so tight, fuck,” he groaned, your hips rolling up to meet his and only helping him sink further inside you. You could feel him keeping that steady rhythm, making you gasp as he pushed inside you, going deeper and harder with each movement.

“So fucking good, you’re taking me so well. Knew when I saw your face you’d make me feel incredible,” he said, each word punctuated by a thrust. His hand came down to your throat, gripping your neck firmly enough to take your breath away. You gripped at his strong forearm, hips bucking up to meet his with every thrust down. “Can feel you tensing baby, so tight around me. Are you close?” You nodded furiously, moving your own hand off his forearm to brush your fingers over your clit whilst he fucked you harder and harder.

“So close, just finish me off with your fingers please.” Your words spurred him into actions and his hand came down between your bodies, the new movement never altering the speed and force of his thrusts. This sensation had you coming closer and closer to your high and just as you felt the knot in your stomach, JJ’s quick fingers had you coming hard.

“Fuck J, yes,” you moaned, “Harder.” He slammed into you as deep as he could, holding himself inside you for a moment as he felt you squeeze around him again and again in quick pulses as you succumbed to your high.

“Where do you want it?” he said, pulling himself out and stroking himself a few times in anticipation of what was about to happen moments later.

“Mouth,” you said, poking your tongue out for him. He could barely scramble up your body in time, desperately trying to grab a fistful of your hair to pull you onto his dick. Some ropes of the sticky white liquid ended up on your chest before you managed to take him into your mouth and swallow the rest. He looked down at you with a smirk on his face as he stroked the rest of his shaft that couldn’t fit in your mouth, admiring you for swallowing every drop given to you.

Sure he was done, you popped your lips off him, making sure to trace your tongue over the head a few times and collect anything you might have missed. He let go of your hair, pushing it behind your ears.

“So do you have a boyfriend?” he asked, you laughing because it really was probably something he should have said before, “Do I have any competition?”

You laughed, shrugging your shoulders before shaking your head. “No no boyfriend,” you said in response, him mocking his own question with a joking swipe of his forehead in relief making you giggle again.

He didn’t expect the next sentence to come out of your mouth though; the shocked expression clear on his face.

“I have an ex though who fights any guy who comes within 10 metres of me, his name’s Rafe Cameron.”

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hazelsmirrorball · 1 year

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Holidate

pairings: JJ Maybank x Kook! Reader summary: Y/n lies to her parents to make them accept her boyfriend, JJ. warnings: angst, toxic relationship, fight (not physical) English isn’t my main language so sorry for any mistakes. a/n: HI! i'm back and I wanted to say I’m sorry for being mia. I was busy with college and planning galentines with my friends. Since I didn’t upload for several days I will be making up for it by uploading more than one imagine to catch up. So hope you guys enjoy this sad imagine!!

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JJ tugged around the fancy tie he was wearing trying to make it stop suffocating him. He hated this, he hated this fancy suit and he hated this damn party. He looked around taking in his surroundings knowing that if it were another occasion and he was asked to a party like this he would’ve said no. He wasn’t like this, he didn’t like fancy drinks, fancy outfits and fancy occasions. JJ preferred unprepared parties, a week old dirty outfit and cheap beer but when Y/n came into his life he knew he had to change.

JJ had met Y/n through Kie and quite honestly he didn’t know how to explain how they ended together but they just did. Y/n was a kook, her family was one of the richest families in figure 8. So when Y/n had asked JJ if he wanted to be her date for her parents' famous Valentines day party he agreed quickly. They had been dating for a year and never had Y/n mention her parents and JJ didn’t want to pry since he didn’t want to talk about his parents either.

At first JJ was all down to meet Y/n’s parents but when John B had told him things he had heard about the family he could feel his body tense and his nerves start to build up. It wasn’t a secret that the L/n’s were pretentious douchebags, JJ knew it but he had pushed those thoughts away. Hearing John B was his wake up call but instead of staying home and acting sick like his best friend suggested he let himself get dragged by his girlfriend to the party.

When Y/n started entering her driveway JJ stood there in awe taking in the enormous house and all the expensive cars surrounding it.

“Promise me you won’t leave me alone” JJ said nervously biting the sides of his thumb while he saw big groups of people dressed all up entering the house. Y/n quickly slapped his hand away and looked at him with a smile.

“Everything is going to be okay JJ, I promise you I won’t leave your side” Y/n said while leaning in to kiss his lips. JJ could feel all his nerves ease down and it quickly stopped when the couple stepped out of the car a group of people approached them and that's when all hell broke loose. Kooks started approaching left and right pushing them away from each other but from JJ eyes Y/n could even care less. Her voice changed something that she rarely did with him. After a few minutes of them talking to Y/n she quickly disappeared from his eyesight.

And that’s JJ had ended up standing in a corner holding a tray of snacks while munching on them quietly, patiently waiting for his girlfriend to appear so he could excuse himself and leave, but by the looks of it she wouldn’t care if he left or stayed. It had been two hours and he hadn’t seen his girlfriend anywhere.

“Young man, you must be JJ Maybank, am I correct?”

JJ slowly turned around looking towards the person asking for his name. None here was going to give him a second thought in this party, let alone know his name. That’s when his heart stopped,there they were Mr. and Miss. L/n asking for his name while Y/n is nowhere to be found. JJ quickly settles the appetizers down, cleaning his hands on his pants while stretching his hand to shake her dad’s hand.

“Yes! That would be sir” JJ responded, quickly swallowing the food and sending him a smile. Y/n’s mom sent him an approving look while leaning towards him and kissing both of his cheeks.

“Oh, It’s an honor to finally meet you. Our Y/n has talked wonders about you” Y/n’s mom responded while taking a sip of her drink elegantly. Y/n’s dad nodded and looked down at the boy.

“The honor is mine. I’m so glad I can finally meet you. Y/n always talk about how great you guys are” JJ said lying with ease.

“Well may just say that you're quite handsome. Don’t know how Y/n scored a guy like you” her mom responded inspecting his every move. JJ nervously smiled but kept his composure.

“A man finally worthy of her attention. You have a great future ahead of you boy, Y/n has told me all about the things you're thinking about when you finish highschool. If I can give you a little advice, I studied at Stanford so I truly believed that’s the place to go and if you do, maybe you can even join our business” her dad responded making JJ furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

“Excuse me?” JJ asked, looking between the two trying to understand if he heard anything wrong.

“ D/N, stop scaring the poor boy! He doesn’t need your business advice. His dad is a great businessman. He has to have perfect help. He doesn’t need your business to look at what he’s wearing. ” Her mom responded pointing down at his suit. JJ quickly looked down at the outfit remembering when Y/n had given him this suit as an early valentine's day gift so he could wear it here.

“I’m not following,” JJ asked, still not getting what was happening.

“No need to be humble, son. Y/n has told us about all the business your family has out of the states. I’m finally glad she started dating someone worthy and willingly wanting to stay in business. I was starting to get scared when she started hanging out with low lives at the beach” Her dad responded, making JJ finally get what was happening. He tried to calm himself by sticking his nails against his fingers.

“Can you excuse me for a second?” JJ asked as calmly as possible, not even waiting for a response he walked towards the exit locking eyes with his girlfriend before walking out the door. Before he could start his way towards his house he felt a hand hold his arm making him turn around.

“Where are you going? The party is just starting” Y/n asked, pouting at him. JJ pushed her hand away and angrily glared at her.

“Well. I’m glad you’re having fun but for me the party kinda ended so I just want to go home”

“Since when are you such a buzzkill?” Y/n asked, annoyed at his behavior. JJ scoffed and shook his head while loosening his tie.

“Since my girlfriend left me alone in a party of people I don’t know after she promised me she wouldn’t leave. Oh and also I had a lovely conversation with your parents” He said quite loudly.

“Oh” Y/n said, her face falling.

“Oh? That’s all you have to say to your boyfriend, the business man?” He said while laughing sarcastically.

“What do you want me to tell you, JJ? That I’m sorry? That’s what you want to hear '' Y/n responded loudly getting face to face with JJ.

“Well, a person with human decency would say they were sorry. That would be the least they could do after telling all those lies about their partner to their parents” He responded the same way.

“You should be thanking me because I made your life actually interesting” Y/n responded quickly regretting it after seeing JJ’s face.

“Yeah, you’re actually right. You did make my life interesting. But it wasn’t the fancy clothes, the lies and the gift. It was the genuine connection and moments we had together that made my life actually interesting. All of this, it’s not me and you know it. So I’ll do you and your parents a favor. I’ll leave you with the businessman of your dreams and listen to the words John B told me, leave before you get your heart broken” JJ slipped off the expensive blazer and handed it to her. JJ started walking towards his house not looking back at Y/n breaking down on the floor while holding t6he blazer. Great way to spend valentines day.

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runningfrom2am · 10 months

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the sea around us; pt.2 chapter six

Snowy saw no choice but to run- wondering if Rafe will ever understand that the pogues mean everything to her. JJ gets it though. JJ will always get it.

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~ Rafe's POV ~

"Dad, I swear, listen- Snowy will come back and she'll clear you, I know she will!" I say frantically, trying to get my dad to listen as we stand on the dock. The sun hasn't risen yet- and I know I'm not fully processing the weight of what I've just done, hiding a body. The dead body of someone I knew. I don't have time to think about it. "I just have to talk to her- if I can find her, I just need to get down to Florida and-"

"Rafe, she's dead!" My dad shouts back at me, slamming his fist on the railing of the dock. I jump slightly and freeze, opening my mouth to protest but he wasn't having it. "Juliette Hansley is dead and the sooner you move on from your little fling the better- we have much bigger things to worry about."

I swallow and nod a little bit, as my dad puts his hand on my shoulder, speaking more softly to me now. "I know you cared about her. I'm sorry. But you have to understand that that wasn't going to work. I mean, come on, she was seventeen- there was going to be some maturity differences there you couldn't get past. Not to mention she was a pogue. I promise you she would be more stress for you than she's worth. She already was."

I feel my jaw clench as he speaks but I just nod in response. There is no use arguing with him. I can't even imagine putting my energy into believing that she's dead- because I know she isn't. He tried to hide from me that the boat was found upright, Sarah's music still playing, right on a beach in Florida. I know she made it.

"What else do you need me to do?" I ask him, changing the subject.

"I dropped the gun, and I think it washed down into the sewers. I need you to do what you can to get it back." My dad says, stepping back and leaning against the opposite railing. "Can you do that for me?"

"Yeah, all day." I nod. I can't help the small smile that appears on my face. He trusts me, and he wants me to do this for him.

He pats me on the shoulder and walks off, back down the dock towards our house. I feel my chest tighten as I try to figure out what to do. I have no plan on how to get this gun back if it's in the sewer- because I am absolutely not going down there. Not even for him. Well, maybe I'll have to.

I hop up onto the edge of the railing to sit on it, staring out at the horizon as the sun starts to light up the sky with a warm orange tone, replacing the black of the night. I can't help but wonder if Snowy is watching this sunrise too, somewhere. She left on what I feel should have been bad terms, but I just want her home, or at least safe. I've already forgiven her for leaving, and I know I'd do it again if I had to.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･

I realized at some point this morning that Barry used to work for the city, and also that he will do just about anything for money, so bribing him to help me out is my best line of action. Or at least a good place to start.

"So- if it's in there and we don't want to get our hands too dirty, we can flush it out with this and then you can search to your hearts desire in the ocean where the water dumps out." Barry says to me, unlocking the wheel for the water pump closest to where the gun fell down the drain. I nod, thinking it over. I don't have many options.

"Thanks, man. I-." I say, but I'm interrupted by yelling coming from... underneath us? I walk closer to the drain to hear better.

"Pope! Oh my god there's something dead down here!" I recognize that voice- it's Kiara Carrera. Why on earth would she be in the sewer? Especially right now- when I need something out of it?

"Did you find it?" I hear Pope's voice echo back. Shit, they're looking for the gun. I clench my jaw and walk back to the water pump, reaching out for it when Barry grabs my arm.

"Dude- you flush the pipes you kill the rat." I laugh slightly at this and shake my head.

"If you don't want to watch- go find the truck." I say, pulling my hand away and reaching for the wheel again. Barry sighs and walks away as I turn it wide open, looking down at the grate where I heard the shouting come from, and hearing water rush through it.

I stare into space seemingly forever- the sound of the rushing water flooding my mind as I watch the water bubble up out of the drain. The memory of Kiara threatening my dad and Pope strangling me nearly to death before dragging my girl away from me is still so fresh in my mind. I don't know how long it is before I notice the screaming. "Pope! Pope help me- oh my god!"

I snap my head up, looking towards the street again as my mind comes back to reality. What have I done? Kie is Snowy's best friend. I can't kill her- I can't do that to Snow. Or Kie- of course. I could turn off the water, but I still need to wash the gun out. I start to walk down the street towards where the water will run out into the ocean, and see who must be Pope sprinting towards a manhole in the street, which has small fingers reaching out the top. I pick up my pace and run over, reaching it at the same time he does.

"Pope- it's stuck, help!" Kiara shouts again as I make eye contact with her friend- who looks confused and angry to see me. I can see the gears turning in his head as he quickly dismisses his thought process and gets to work trying to open the grate.

"I've got you!" He says, yanking on the metal. I can see he's got no chance of opening it on his own, so I kneel down next to him and pull on it as well.

Pope and I keep making brief eye contact- every time he just looks confused, and scared. We continue pulling on the grate even as the water flows up over Kie's head and onto the street, soaking my shoes as I kneel on the ground. "Come on!" I groan, feeling my fingers burn as we pull as hard as we can and eventually the metal gives, and we can slide it away.

Pope reaches into the water and grabs Kie by the arm, pulling her up and she collapses on the ground, coughing and gasping for air. "Holy shit, Kie, are you okay?" Pope asks her as I lean back on my calves from where I was kneeling on the rough cement, wiping my forehead with my wrist and taking some deep breaths.

I watch as the girl responds with a thumbs up, then looking over at me. "What the fuck are you doing here, Rafe?"

I squint and shield my eyes from the sun as I watch her sit up. "I was just down the block and I heard you- I figured you wouldn't be so picky about who steps in to help when you're about to die."

"Typically I wouldn't be." She grumbles, letting Pope help her up. I brush off my knees as I stand as well.

"What were you doing in the sewer anyway?" I ask them- but I'm sure I already know.

"I dropped my phone." Kie lies, leaning back into Pope who's standing pretty much right behind her.

"Oh, wow. You really wanted that back, huh?" I chuckle, tempting fate a little bit.

"Duh? It's my phone." She says sarcastically.

"I guess." I nod, deciding to let it go. "So, uh, have you guys heard from Snowy?" I ask, rubbing the back of my neck.

The two pogues look at each other hesitantly, trying to decide what to say. "Look- I know she's alive, okay? I just want to know if she's contacted you." I add.

"We haven't heard from her directly," Pope answers stiffly, but nods at me slightly. "But we have talked to JJ. They're together."

I feel a breath of relief leave my chest as I nod back, and I force down the smile I feel tugging at my lips. I knew she was alive. Of course she was- but now I have proof. It feels so good. "Sweet, okay... Do you know where she is?"

"No, we don't." Kie snaps, hardly letting me finish my sentence. "And she's not coming back until John B is cleared and your dad is rotting in prison for what he did."

I roll my eyes at her attitude. I just saved her life- for fucks sake, and now she's treating me like this. "Alright, well, you're welcome for saving your life." I hiss, turning and walking away, shoving my hands into my pockets. I'll have to come back around to look for the gun in the water, and hope they don't find it before I do.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･

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{ JOSH HEUSTON, 21, CISGENDER MALE, HE/HIM } Is that NATHANIEL SHAW? A JUNIOR originally from SAG HARBOR, NY, they decided to come to Ogden College to study UNDECIDED on an ATHLETIC SCHOLARSHIP. They’re THE BRUISER WITH A SOFT CENTER on campus, but even they could get blamed for Greer’s disappearance.

THE ESSENTIALS

Nathaniel Shaw hates rich people. Raised in a poor family, by an on-and-off single mother thanks to his absentee father, he had to work for every single cent he’s ever had. He dealt with this with bitterness and resentment, choosing to take it out by punching whoever pissed him off, getting into fights and trouble more often than not as he was growing up. With his athletic talents, it was enough to get him a scholarship to Ogden, but not enough that he’d ever get the chip off his shoulder about being the poor kid around the unbelievably wealthy. He’s over-sensitive, withdrawn, and tactless, but if you get on his good side, he may just allow you to share his weed and show that underneath that, he does have a pisces stellium, and does in fact have feelings beyond just letting them get hurt so he can start hitting people.

CHARACTER INSPIRATIONS

ryan atwood (the oc) - billy dunne (daisy jones and the six) - nate macauley (one of us is lying) - marcus baker (ginny and georgia) - jj maybank (obx) - william magnusson (skam) - tim riggins (fnl) - jess (gilmore girls) - matt murdock (daredevil) - johnny castle (dirty dancing) - the ninth doctor (doctor who) - roy kent (ted lasso) - the hound (game of thrones) - diego hargreeves (the umbrella academy) - john bender (the breakfast club) - alex karev (grey’s anatomy)

TV TROPES

BRUISER WITH A SOFT CENTER - dark and troubled past - the stoner - byronic hero - abusive parents - disappeared dad - fish out of water - scholarship student - the casanova - jerk jock - delinquents - book dumb - tall dark and snarky - sour outside sad inside - hidden depths

OGDEN COLLEGE 2022-2023

Major:

Engineering Undecided

Extracurriculars:

Swimming, Crew, Boxing Club

BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME: Nathaniel Shaw

NICKNAME(S): Nate, Natey (only from his younger sister, if anyone else calls him that, they’re consenting to be punched in the face)

DATE OF BIRTH: march 23rd, 2001

AGE: twenty-one

ZODIAC SIGN: aries sun, pisces moon, aries rising, pisces mercury, pisces venus (in retrograde), aries mars. have fun!

OCCUPATION: ????????????? part time pool boy, illegal street fighter. idk beyond that

HOMETOWN: sag harbor, ny/melbourne, australia

NATIONALITY: american and australian dual citizen

ETHNICITY: a white man?! no!.gif

LANGUAGE(S): english

GENDER & PRONOUNS: he/him

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: straight, to make it worse

RELIGION: definitely an atheist

POLITICAL AFFILIATION: i don’t think he has political opinions other than eat the rich

RELATIONSHIP TO GREER: he was the Morrison family’s pool boy out in the Hamptons lmfao

PHYSICAL INFORMATION

FACE CLAIM: Josh Heuston

HEIGHT: 6′5″

EYE COLOUR: green

HAIR COLOUR + STYLE: dark brown, worn long-ish like this or maybe occasionally…..like this (yes, the mullet, sorry)

ACCENT + INTENSITY: Australian - it comes and goes with how strong it is. He lived in Melbourne from age 3-15, so it’s definitely there, but it also is faded at this point, especially on certain words, though it can definitely come out stronger as well

TATTOO(S): here

SCAR(S): probably a lot

PIERCING(S): one in each ear lobe - wears a plain gold hoop in them

GLASSES: yes, a la this photo, but he doesn’t wear them 99% of the time. is this man just wandering around blind? very possibly

CLOTHING STYLE: honestly i imagine a lot like Jacob Elordi’s more lowkey style which is cool - something like this, this, this, this, or this. def including the rings too 🥲

PERSONALITY

MBTI TYPE: INFJ

POSITIVE TRAITS: passionate, loyal, independent, honest, brave

NEGATIVE TRAITS: all of them. over-sensitive, short-tempered, aggressive, pessimistic, cynical, crass, withdrawn, resentful, impatient, reckless, (overly) competitive, attention seeking, tactless, brash, intense, aloof

GOALS/DESIRES: (suicide tw) literally nate barely even wants to be alive, so no, he doesn’t have any goals

FEARS: turning into his father

HOBBIES: ….smoking weed, contemplating the misery of his existence, punching people in the face, fucking bitches and getting money (except the money part because he’s poor), playing the guitar/lowkey fucking around with music production

HABITS: his habits include smoking a joint daily, punching whoever pisses him off, scowling when people speak to him……there’s probs more but that’s what i got tbh

SMOKES? weed, constantly.

DRINKS? most definitely

DRUGS? has dabbled, but will certainly get worse if the plots i want work out

HOW THEY EMBODY THEIR TROPE:

Nate is the BRUISER WITH A SOFT CENTER because, at the end of the day, he is far more sensitive than he will ever let on. Everything hurts this Pisces moon, even as he glowers and glares, and yes, punches his way through them. He’s quick to react with anger - which often translates into violence - all while hiding how things are constantly hurting him. It’s easier to ignore it, because there’s nothing he can do. It’s just the hand he was dealt. And if he’s good at anything (which he still thinks may be debatable), it’s throwing a punch.

EXPANDED PERSONALITY:

Most of Nate’s personality is negative. Even what could be a positive trait (such as competitiveness, honesty, sensitivity, intensity….) he tends to turn it up to 1000 until it’s damaging. But honestly, most of it just negative to start with. He’s very withdrawn and broody, spends most of his time and interactions just glowering at people, and yet has an extremely short fuse, so will go from no reaction to swinging in the blink of an eye. he basically throws tantrums like a toddler, albeit a very large, 6′5″ toddler who actually knows how to fight.

However, he is extremely loyal if he decides someone is worth it - spoiler alert, most people aren’t - he will be there for them in the best way Nate knows how. Still tactless, but like, he tries his best. Basically his way of showing emotional support is being like so, uh, you wanna smoke a joint? Because at the end of the day, Nate is not very smart. Emotionally, or in a book smart sense. He can come off a bit of a himbo, just with his attempts to be charming and flirt with women (when he wants to). Plus he’s hot. And he knows it. And isn’t afraid to use it.

When it comes to women (ladies, please run), Nate likes to be pursued. He hates having to make the first move - probably due to of feeling like he isn’t worth it, more on that below - and he will flirt, charm, seduce, but when it actually comes down to it, he wants the other person to make that final leap. Some sort of validation or something. He likes when girls pay attention to him, and tries to coax it out of them. However, he also has a lot of resentment towards his mother for chasing after his father and bending over backwards to try to make things work, so he also loses interest as soon as a girl is too interested. And when he loses interest, he won’t say anything, he’ll just ghost or cheat. The only kind of confrontation Natey boi is good at is one that involves his fists.

His default way of connecting with people is...well, sex. Nate has no examples of a healthy emotional relationship, and he isn’t good at making friends, so typically, when a girl wants to get close to him, he fakes intimacy with his head between their legs, making them feel like they have him because he’s sleeping with them. Like he’s open and connected to them just because they boned. In reality, it’s just his way of avoiding the emotional intimacy he’s petrified of, because he knows it’ll come back to hurt him. The only downside to all that is the rare times he does want to emotionally connect with someone, he has no idea how to. All he knows how to offer is his body, really.

Nate’s very dry, prone to swearing (he did grow up in Australia), and his sense of humor is very deadpan. If you actually talk to him, you realize there’s a lot of sarcasm in his cynicism, put the issue is that he’s extremely withdrawn from most people, and honestly doesn’t even see the point in having conversations with them. He also uses this to hide a lot of his fundamental insecurities - he genuinely feels like he’s not going to amount to much, mostly because he’s been made to feel that way. He acts brash and confident, but he really does struggle with feeling like he’s worth anything. It’s part of why he gets so over-competitive, because he wants to prove he’s good at something.

CONNECTION IDEAS

CONNECTION PAGE TBD

always down to brainstorm and put nate into anything that would fit !!

RELATIONSHIP WITH GREER:

When the Shaw family moved back to Sag Harbor from Australia, where Nate’s mother grew up, they instantly realized they were not on the same class playing feel as everyone else. They had never been wealthy. Four children and barely steady incomes from their parents - when they were even together - guaranteed that. The kids all realized pretty quickly they were going to have to get jobs, especially now that their father was completely out of the picture. Nate ended up working for a few families who ‘summered’ (god, he hated that word) nearby, working as a pool boy. One of those families…yeah, you guessed it, was the Morrison’s. Greer took interest in the pretty Australian pool boy who was her age, inviting him along to join some of the parties she and her friends had, despite him being her family’s staff. No way was that going to end badly.

Also, they may have hooked up a time or two their senior year of high school. But that’s irrelevant.

FAMILY

family page tbd

SOCIAL CLASS: lower class

FATHER: Luke Shaw (Bradley Cooper)

MOTHER: Ella Shaw, née Finnegan (Minka Kelly)

SIBLING(S)? 3 - older brother; Liam Shaw (Steven R. McQueen), older sister; Melanie Shaw (Alycia Debnam-Carey), and a younger sister; Quentin Shaw (Emily Carey). Plus one surprise half-sister; Navy James (Kendall Jenner)

CHILDREN? do not let this man reproduce no matter what you do

BIOGRAPHY

Nathaniel Shaw is the 3rd of four children to a very unhappy couple. Ella was twenty, and Luke, her very new Australian boyfriend - a deadbeat musician who wasted any money he got on drugs and alcohol - was twenty-seven, when they got pregnant the first time, and spent the next five years popping out four children. Ella was from Sag Harbor (aka the Hamptons), and she planned on raising her children there, but when Nate was three years old (Finnegan, the youngest, was two), Luke decided to go back to Australia, not giving many fucks if Ella and his children came with them. Ella, having felt like the last seven years of her life would be a waste if she let him walk away, despite their tumultuous, on and off again relationship, picked up the four kids, moved them to Melbourne with their father, and married him. Even married, they broke up a lot, Luke going off and disappearing for months at a time. Ella was inattentive, cold, and distant to her children, even though it never managed to extend to their asshole of a father. All of her emotional output was in that relationship, and her four Shaw siblings ended up holding themselves together to raise each other.

When Nate was fifteen, after twelve years in Australian, Ella decided she had enough, moved back to Sag Harbor, and immediately began the process to divorce Luke. The sibling’s were all shocked, a move around the world confusing enough when you’re a toddler, but nearly impossible for teenagers. Especially for lower class teenagers moving into a place like Sag Harbor, where people - the people who actually lived there - were comparable to them, but there were mansions worth millions of dollars, celebrities, and whole shit ton of wealth that came there to vacation. Nate took the move the hardest, and he started getting into a lot of fights while refusing to adjust. Nate and Liam had always had a rough relationship, and brawled as siblings do, though they tended to get more violent - egged on by their father, who could contribute little, but could contribute how to throw a punch.

After a few months, one of his fights ended up constituting as assault. It was bad enough, and the other kid had no chance to get any fighting back, so Nate ended up in juvie. He had no idea what he was going to do - he knew his mother couldn’t afford to pay for a lawyer, and he pretty much resigned himself to staying in there for however long he got sentenced for. Luckily, the charges were dropped, which would make you think would scare him straight - perhaps get him to stop fighting, but no such luck. Instead, all through high school, Nate had a bit of a reputation. He was a stellar athlete, particularly in swimming, but even more than that, he was spectacular at kicking someone’s ass.

That reputation quickly got him an invite into an illicit fighting ring, which, as you can imagine in the Hamptons, ended up having a lot of money thrown around as bets. Did he enjoy making these rich kids even more money? No, he didn’t. But, he was a surefire bet to win. And what that meant was that he got a cut of the money for himself too. And as desperate as Nate was for money, that was worth it. Plus, the fact that he had no healthy emotional outlet, well...fighting with people was a good way to let it all out. But it got him a reputation for being dangerous, and it got the Hamptons vacationites intrigued to say the least. So he started getting a lot of invites to hang out with them, to go to parties, to be part of the in crowd. When rich kids - like Greer Morrison - were in the Hamptons for the summer, or sneaking out there during various other vacations to party with no supervision, Nate (and often his siblings) would be invited along. And for the first couple years being in Sag Harbor, as a sophomore, a junior....he was fine with it. But as he got older, as he got more aware of the opportunities they would always be presented that he would never even get a chance to sniff at, he grew resentful, he grew bitter, and he grew to hate them.

All of that came to a head early in the fall of his senior year, when they were having a back to school party in a home that was still being built, music blasting and copious amounts of drugs and alcohol. Of course, young and feeling invincible, no one ever expected for them to be caught. But they were when they accidentally threw a still lit joint out, setting the house ablaze like it was kindling. Honestly, at that point of construction? It basically was. And every single kid there - except for Nate - had rich, influential parents who pulled strings to get them out of trouble. Except for Nate. And he took the fall for it, almost ending up in serious trouble, until he threatened to rat out one of the kids who was there with him. Who’s parent happened to work in law. Then, mysteriously, the trouble mostly went away. But it was still known that he had burned that building down, and invitations from the top schools that had been courting him disappeared, Nate suddenly faced with the sobering realization that he may have completely fucked up his future, because he didn’t have the connections that the rich brats visitng the Hamptons did.

It infuriated him. Enough so that even though he had been dating one of the rich kids - Parker, a senator’s daughter - for over a year, he had no qualms about ghosting all of them after the party, bitterness coating his every thought and opinion towards the rich kids he had previously tolerated. And while his partying may have gotten more under control - slightly, just due to the lack of access - his fighting got worse. There were multiple times where he was almost caught, almost in serious trouble, but everyone managed to cut him a break. They felt for the Shaw kids, especially Nate, with his talent and yet no parent to support him, and the fact that he had almost ruined everything with a stupid party. So his teachers and even a cop or two, cut the kid a break, knowing - hoping - that so long as he got through this last year of high school with his nose relatively clean, he’d be able to get out of town with a scholarship.

And he did end up getting a scholarship. He got a full ride to Ogden for his athletic talents, and even though it wasn’t the type of place he wanted to be, knowing the crowd of students would be much like the ones he grew up seeing descend on the Hamptons every summer, he went anyways. Did the scholarship come through thanks to some strings pulled, hoping his mouth would stay shut about the arson he didn’t commit? Maybe. But he had no other choice - it’s not like he could pay for college on his own.

SOME FUN FACTS

yes, nate has jacob’s real australian accent

worked as a pool boy and mowed lawns and shit during the summer once he moved back to the Hamptons as a teen to make some extra cash, so rubbed shoulders with a lot of rich kids, which just made him more bitter about all of it

he did in fact sleep with several milf housewives while he was doing above jobs

he is basically ryan atwood and i regret nothing

he came to ogden as a freshman in college, but is very much behind in his schooling - as in, he came as an engineering major (why? no idea - think someone told him too and he was like, well, i have no hopes or dreams of my own, so y not), failed a bunch of classes, and then ended up switching to an undecided major for his junior year...so is he going to graduate on time? absolutely not

plays the guitar and piano and likes to fuck around with music production in his free time - his father is a musician so his lack of acknowledging this/sharing this/actually allowing himself to enjoy it is due to his ~daddy issues~

here’s his pinterest it’s not a good one but alas it’s a bit of somethin somethin

#ogdenintro #muse

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