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#rudy pankow fanfiction
onsunnyside · 1 year
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.♡ ⃗ 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫 (𝟏/𝟓)
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𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | best friend!JJ Maybank x reader (College AU)
𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | fluff, friends-to-lovers, college au, non-canon ages, ‘lessons in love & pleasure’ trope, kook!reader, size difference, shy!reader, inexperienced & virgin!reader, clumsy!reader, cute first kisses.
♫ ·゚𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
𝗪/𝗖 | 3.97K
𝗔/𝗡 | and here we go !! this is my first obx series, so pls wish me luck, also note that this is a college au, meaning all characters are 21+. this will be angst-free, just a fluffy fic about two friends falling in love, starring a charming blond surfer. i'd love to hear your thoughts about this so far. as always, all mistakes are my own. ☼ 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐊𝐨-𝐟𝐢 ☼
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐅𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 & 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲: @𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲
˗ˏˋ 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭ˎˊ˗ ⋰˚ 𝐎𝐁𝐗 (& 𝐀𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬) 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
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The rays of the sun beam down, burning your heated face as you exit the building. Hurriedly stuffing your uniform in your bag, you rush down the stairs and toward the main campus. You weave between students, nearly tripping while anxiously checking the time on your phone. 
A few minutes late wasn’t that bad. You didn’t expect your professor to take the entire period given that it was the last day before spring break. It would’ve been more bearable if you had any friends in that class, but none of them showed. Perhaps you should’ve done the same and got a headstart on break too, or at least a full eight hours of sleep for the first time in months. 
Approaching the common area, the familiar sound of the fountain meets your ears amongst the chatter and laughter from your peers. 
Your eyes fall on a familiar blond, a toothpick between his teeth as he mindlessly scrolls through his cell phone. He stands out amongst the sea of plaid skirts, ties and blazers, wearing a backwards cap, cargo shorts and a tank top, his toned arms as sunkissed as ever. You call his name and break into a skip.
“If it isn’t the smartest gal I know…” You melt in his hold, that signature coastal citrusy scent washing over you like waves on a shore. After one final squeeze, he pulls away, his blue eyes flickering down to your feet. “And she still doesn’t remember to tie her damn shoes.”
“I was already running late, I couldn’t stop!” 
He rolls his eyes and drops to one knee, bringing your foot to the other, “yeah, and what would’ve happened if you tripped? Or got stuck in an escalator? Or tangled in some wild vines?” He asks, quickly tying both your laces. 
“Too late for one of those…” You pull up the hem of your dress, exposing the mismatched bandaids on both your knees. 
“Did you try to walk and chew gum at the same time?”
You huff, “actually, I got it while golfing. The tall grass is really misleading.” 
Your mother had scolded you for the grass stains on your new shoes, yet another pair just victim to your clumsiness, much like everything else you own. 
As expected, JJ’s mood sours at the mention of Figure 8. Years after that kegger incident, JJ was still very bitter towards anything Kook-related. He didn’t want to hear about Rafe and his crew and almost turned red at the mere mention of their names. He tolerated you, Sarah and Kie talking about Midsummers, and was absolutely zero help when you were discussing dresses and crowns. 
“Who was there?”
“Just my dad, Sarah and Mr. Cameron.” 
JJ hums, peering up at you through his lashes. “Anyone else?”
You cross your arms, “Rafe never comes if that’s what you’re asking. He’s too busy working for his dad, and is probably halfway across the world, sipping on Dom Pérignon by the beach.” 
“Yeah, I guess it’s not like he asked you to join him… again.”
A loud sigh falls from your lips, “That was one time! And he didn’t even ask, Mr. Cameron wanted me to check on him and make sure he wasn’t blowing profits on new bikes or drugs.” 
JJ drops it after that, he could say anything he wanted but that wouldn’t impact your relationship with the Camerons. Since your parents owned and operated the Island Club, and rich people liked other rich people. 
Your entire childhood was spent on Figure 8 alongside Sarah and the rest of the Kooks. You were grateful to live so comfortably, never having to worry about bills or losing electricity for days on end, but you’ve always envied the Pogues. Their freedom and exciting adventures were so different from the lonely box you were born in. 
With years of friendship between you and the rest of the Pogues, your mother still referred to them as ‘those kids from The Cut.’ 
Your father, on the other hand, had a soft spot for them—especially JJ because of their shared love for cars and motorbikes. There have been a few times that you’ve caught them messing around in the garage after JJ left for more snacks and drinks, practically abandoning you all by the pool for some grease and engines. 
Although he liked the blond boy, you know your father would disapprove of the many nights he’s sneaked through your window for a little sleepover. You were used to it now, sharing a bed with your best friend was a regular occurrence. It was platonic, even when you’d wake up in each other’s arms, tucked close. 
JJ’s morning voice never failed to make you all fuzzy inside. 
“Hello? Are you gonna get on or does the princess need help?” 
Ignoring his remark, you quickly straddle his bike and wince at the dull pain in your thigh, “I also got a nasty bruise that day—note to self, never try to retrieve golf balls from deceitful tall grass again.” 
He chuckles and twists around, “poor baby, want me to kiss it better?” 
As if the sun had solely focused on you, your whole body heats up, a warmth fluttering in your belly as your mind searches for a response. 
“I-I, uhm…oh, I—”
JJ laughs loud with a dimpled grin, “Why don’t you think about it and tell me later? We’re already running late and you know how Pope is with that.”
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The Wreck is busy this time of day, every seat filled with college students and Tourons as waiters zoom from table to table. The delicious smell of seafood clouds the air and loud conversations drown out the radio. Sunshine pours from the windows, bathing the nautical decorations in an orange glow. Fishnets, brass ship wheels, and various hand-painted signs hang on the walls, strung up alongside fairy lights and ceiling fans. 
You and JJ beeline for your designated spot, the booth all the way in the corner of the restaurant. As suspected, everyone is already there apart from Kie, you side in next to Pope and exchange gleeful greetings. 
“And she lives! After that tumble at the golf course, I’m surprised you don’t have a cast or something.” Sarah snorts, the memory of you literally disappearing in the grass replaying in her head. “How’d your mom take it?”
You pout, “She was more concerned with my dirty clothes than my injuries,” and your bruised ego, “can you believe it?” 
You’re met with mumbles of ‘yes’ and ‘of course,’ everyone awfully aware of your mother’s obsession with the picture-perfect image. If she had it her way, she would dress you every day to show off that Kook status, she’d put you in pastel prints, ironed polos, and hand-shined shoes. A part of you knows that the only thing stopping her from dressing you like a doll was your clumsiness, a saving grace disguised as aches and bandaids. 
Her overbearing nature was also to blame for your timid heart, sometimes you were too scared to do any wrong that you wouldn’t do anything at all. Looming fear kept you in that box of solitude, unfulfilled expectations and thrills made you shrink away. As a child, you never had the confidence to speak up and often went with whatever your mother said, but that was until you met the Pogues. They helped you get out of your shell and introduced you to new experiences, they were the most patient and caring people you’ve met, and you wouldn’t trade their friendship for the world. 
Out of the corner of your eye, Sarah and John B exchange a few chaste kisses. You immediately turn away, jumping into a conversation about Kie’s whereabouts with Pope. 
“Her dad needed a hand, hopefully, she’ll be back with our food soon.” He answers and slides a glass in front of you, “she got this for you.” 
It was your favourite smoothie flavour. You don’t waste any time and take a long sip, the sweet berries melting on your tongue, a momentary distraction from feeling so different from your friends. 
Under your mother’s watchful eye, you never dared to step out of line and that has led you to being terribly inexperienced in everything dating-related. While your friends were partying and earning their stripes, you were watching from the sidelines and fumbling every opportunity that came your way. You tried to forget all those people who have pursued you, their texts unanswered and calls ignored. 
You shake away those thoughts, “Did any of you have class today?” 
Sarah flips her blond hair over her shoulder, “All my uniforms were in the wash, so it really wasn’t my fault. If private universities didn’t have mandatory uniforms… I still probably wouldn’t have gone.” 
You and Sarah went to the same campus, but your schedules were far different. You could barely remember your own, let alone keep track of hers too. 
Your gaze slowly shifts from each of their faces, “even you, Pope?”
“In my defence, I’m way ahead in all my courses, I could afford to miss a day.” 
“Hmm… And does your dad know?” You tut, tilting your head. 
He stares back at you, “Does your dad know you let Sarah and John B spend their anniversary in the country club after hours?”
Across the table, Sarah’s jaw drops. “You said you wouldn’t tell anyone!” 
“I didn’t! Only you and he know.” You point to her boyfriend who was blinking owlishly. 
John B raises his hands, going rigid under his girlfriend’s glare. “I only told JJ.”
All eyes land on the blond, a paper crane napkin in his hands. “Hm? Oh yeah, I told Pope and Kie.” 
“No secrets between Pogues.” They both high-five over your head. 
You deflate, covering your face. “Don’t tell anyone else, okay? I don’t want to accidentally start some under-the-table business renting the club… My mom would kill me.” 
JJ coos, rubbing up and down your back. “Hey, it’s no different than Sarah lending Ward’s yacht to Pope when he wanted to impress that Touron…” He shrieks when a hand slaps the back of his head, knocking his hat to the ground.
“Idiot! No one knew about that!”
“I think we can all agree that JJ is just terrible at keeping secrets. Can’t trust him with anything.” 
You giggle and sip on your smoothie, half-listening to John B’s rant about some customers at the surf shop. JJ sticks a straw in your cup and drinks too, cheekily bumping your foreheads together, his pretty blue eyes locked onto yours. 
You find it hard to turn away, your gaze drifting over his face. From his strong nose to his cheekbones carrying a slight sunburn to his defined jaw. He flashes a grin, those stupid dimples making you a little flustered. 
JJ was a natural flirt, he could make anyone swoon, he showered his friends in platonic love and affection—hugs, cuddles, kisses, you name it and he’s done it to each of you. He’s dated around the island but those relationships never lasted long enough to get serious, and they’ve never been introduced to your group either. 
You’ve always wondered what he was like as a boyfriend, if he was as sweet with his partners as he was with all of you, if that tenderness bled into all his actions. He wore his heart on his sleeve in the most admirable of ways, although he was hotheaded and troubled, you’ve always felt safe with him. 
You pull away, squeezing your eyes shut, “agh! Brain freeze!” 
He snorts, bringing you forward for a sloppy kiss on your forehead, his cold lips against your warm skin. “Maybe you shouldn’t drink so quickly, ya dummy.” 
Kie finally joins the rest of you a while later, bringing trays of fresh food and more drinks before sitting beside John B. Her long brown hair is up in a bun, loose strands frame her face, “Just letting you all know, I expect a mighty fine tip today and everyone is helping me clean up after closing.”  
“Might as well take my kidney while you’re at it.” JJ speaks through a mouthful of fries, “we’re supposed to relax today.”
“And I don’t feel like getting elbow-deep in dirty dishes if I’m not being paid for it,” John B adds. 
“These free meals say different. C’mon, my dad promised he’d try not to disturb me this week if we get this place spotless for spring break.” She looks at you, brown eyes pleading, “I’ll get you a smoothie to go.”
“I mean… it’s a small price to pay for a week of freedom, right?”
“Not guaranteed freedom.”
JJ leans towards you, “don’t say yes.” 
“There’s six of us, we could get it done in one hour or even less if we work fast!” 
“I guess that’s true.” You agree, despite JJ’s protests. 
“Sunshine, no—if you stay, I’m gonna have to stay too.” 
Kie calls your name, reaching over to physically turn you towards her. “Don’t look at him. If you stay, he’ll stay, same goes for Sarah and John B, and well… Pope will stay regardless because he doesn’t have a choice.” 
Pope pulls a face, “excuse me?”
Truthfully, you were going to stay anyway, but it does make you a little bashful knowing that JJ wouldn’t leave without you. 
“Okay, I’ll stay.”
“Same here.” Sarah decides, earning a huff from her boyfriend, “And just for your attitudes, the guys have to clean the deep fryers.”
“Including Pope.” 
“I didn’t even say anything!” 
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After thoroughly cleaning The Wreck, the night concludes with a movie marathon at the Chateau. Pope keeps his streak of picking the best movies and chooses a trilogy you haven’t seen before. Bowls of snacks and beer cans litter the floor, and a half-finished pizza sits on the coffee table. Sarah and John B share one couch, and Kie and Pope are sprawled on the floor atop cushions and blankets, while you and JJ are tucked into the smallest couch, your legs over his lap. 
As the opening credits roll on the screen, everyone takes the opportunity to do more catching up. Kie talks about cleaning up some beaches with other volunteers and her most recent trip off the island, a small project with a group of marine wildlife rescuers. She even shows a bunch of pictures of her with baby turtles. 
John B and JJ talk about their co-owned surf shop, “We caved and hired extra help.”
“Finally!” Kie exclaims, “If you and JJ were running that shop alone any longer, it would go bankrupt, you’re both so fucking lazy.”
“Hey, I’m a great employee. I just got employee of the month actually.” JJ defends. 
“You shouldn’t be proud of that if it’s only you two. You literally just vote for each other every month,” Sarah states knowingly. 
You, Sarah and Pope don’t have much to say about your college careers, except for the lack of sleep and dependence on caffeine. It’s not very exciting, but Pope’s story about his professor who only attends class in socks makes you a little thankful for your overly strict school. 
The marathon goes on, and the conversation dies down by the end of the second movie. Someone’s soft snoring flows over the steamy soundtrack and for the umpteenth time tonight, you look away as the two leads share a passionate kiss. At least it wasn’t another sex scene. 
As your best friend, JJ could read you like a book. He knew you from the inside out, he could tell what you were thinking before you even said it, and he knew all of those humiliating secrets that kept you up at night. One of them being your lack of experience. When you confessed that, he told you it wasn’t something to be ashamed of, everyone moves at different paces and lives different lives—but kissing?
“You’ve never been kissed?” 
You cover your face, embarrassment flooding in. “You don’t have to say it like that!” 
“I’m not—I’m not teasing.” His smile says differently. He easily pulls your hands down, holding them in his lap, “it’s just not what I was expecting.” 
He generally knew you weren’t the most experienced in intimacy and relationships, and that’s partly why he was so protective of you. Even at crowded parties and in his drunken state, he’d keep an eye on you, watching out for any creeps. Unbeknownst to you, it was an unspoken rule between the Pogues to treat you a little softer, a little sweeter because they all know how sensitive you were. 
But he figured you’ve kissed someone before. Maybe some lucky kid from Figure 8 or a dude from your private school. 
“I know, I know. You probably find it so funny.” You huff and roll your eyes, “laugh all you want, jerk.”
And to your chagrin, he does but quickly apologizes. “Sorry, sorry. Okay, maybe it’s a little funny. But not in a bad way! It’s actually cute.”
Cute? 
“It’s adorable.” He cups your face, “itty bitty baby hasn’t had her first kiss… not even with that poster in your bedroom?”
Your chest warms as he pinches and pulls both of your cheeks, puckering your lips when you try to speak, “...posh-ers don’t ha’ tongues.” 
“Oh, so you wanna French kiss for your first time? Didn’t think you were that type of girl, sunshine.”
You push him back and try to scoot away, making do with whatever sliver of space you can manage between the two of you, but he doesn’t let you get far. Keeping you in place with his hands on your hips. 
“You’re telling me, aside from no one taking you on a date before, no one has asked to kiss you either?”
“JJ, you know my parents. My mom is so hard to please, I can’t imagine bringing someone home for her approval. And I had opportunities but… I kept getting too nervous.” 
He’s quiet for a moment, his gaze tracing over your face. You hadn’t realized how close he was until now, you could count his every eyelash and his every freckle. 
“I could help you out.” 
A lump appears in your throat, it would silence your words if you could think of any but you can’t. Too caught up in his deep voice as it repeats in your head, again and again like a broken record.
“You trust me, right? You know me, I’m not—I’m not some guy you just met. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. If you wanted to, uh, kiss someone you just met, go ahead.” He reassures, “but I don’t think you want to do that.” 
JJ was so awfully sentimental when it came to his friendships. His several shoe boxes of polaroids, tickets and trinkets under his bed said enough about his love for nostalgia. He was always one to take a chance, to live in a moment for as long as he could, and to find the positives in any situation, even the worst ones. 
Years down the line, he never leaves the house without the silver zippo that you got him on a trip with your parents. It was easy to find something for each of your friends from your weeks-long stay in Europe: jewelry for Sarah and Kie, a first edition copy of a novel for Pope, and a vintage compass for John B, but you were stumped when it came to JJ. 
You saved his gift for last, long after everyone else had fallen asleep, the mess of your celebratory return littering the backyard in empty beer bottles and confetti. He bugged you all night, eager for his special little something.  
“Don’t open your eyes.” 
“...Mhm, I’m having trouble keeping ‘em open.”
You placed the zippo in his hand and stepped back, “Okay, just feel it.”
He passed it between his hands, dragging his fingers over the cold metal until he popped it open, “a lighter?”
You nearly turned away when your nerves started bubbling and you’re thankful you didn’t, or else you would’ve missed his reaction. To this day, you’ve never seen him smile so wide or his eyes light up that bright at the sight of his initials and P4L ingrained in the silver. 
He’s just JJ, one of your best friends in the entire world. 
Deciding to take this opportunity before it slips away, you nod and his lips meet yours. He starts with little pecks, soft and sweet like cotton candy, and they slowly drag into short kisses. Putting a bit of intensity behind it, his tongue swipes along your bottom lip, but you don’t get the hint until he gently thumbs at your chin, just barely pulling your lips apart. He tastes like beer and a bit of weed, and his lips are softer than they look. 
He’s slow and steady, letting you get used to the feel of him. You exhale in his mouth and shyly follow his lead, hoping he can’t hear your heart hammering in your chest. You don’t know if it’s the sweet rush of his lips against yours, or if this is how it feels to kiss someone for the first time, but you feel like you’ll float away. 
Before you know it, he pulls away and presses his forehead against yours. 
“You can breathe while we kiss.” He chuckles, nudging your nose with his, “don’t want you passing out on me, sunshine.” 
You realize how lightheaded you feel and gasp for air, subconsciously licking your lips to taste him again. In a daze, you breathe in and out, briefly wondering if it felt like this to kiss just anyone. 
One of his hands slips behind your neck and the other falls to your thigh, warm and gentle. “Do you want to stop?” 
You glance at your friends, still passed out on the floor and other couches, the movie playing dully in the background. “No?”
“Are you asking me or telling me?”
“No.” You repeat, firmer this time. “I don’t want to stop. Pl-Please don’t stop.” 
How could JJ deny you? Especially when you ask so dreamily with that glazed look in your eyes. He fights the urge to pull you into his lap and touch you all over and be the first person to make you into a pretty mess, to feel you in a way no one else has before. He connects your lips again, taking the lead and slipping his tongue into your mouth. 
The unmistakable wet noises cause tingles to course all over your body, from your toes to the tips of your fingers clasped in your lap. They only get stronger when he tilts your head to kiss you deeper.
“You can touch me too,” he murmurs, bringing your hand to the back of his neck. Your digits automatically curl in his blond hair, drawing a low groan from his throat. 
That’s when you go completely dumb and totally thoughtless. All concerns fly out of your mind and join the bluebirds above your head. They’re playing a little song to the beat of your heart, hitting every note and putting you at ease like a lovesick lullaby. You almost assume that’s why you feel lightheaded again.
JJ leans back, his voice raspy, “you keep forgetting to breathe, baby.” 
“I’m sorry,” you exhale heavily, the butterflies in your tummy going wild as he caresses your face. “I’m not good at this yet.”
His rough fingers drag down your cheekbones and trace your jaw, the pad of his thumb gently presses on your bottom lip, almost slipping inside your mouth. His eyes seem darker, the clear blue shaded in something you can’t name. 
His lips trail to your jaw, the movie long forgotten, “It’s okay, we have lots of time to practice. I’m gonna teach you everything I know, sunshine.” 
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𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: ahhh I've always wanted to write a sweet fic like this, i'm so excited to dive into a new fandom 🥰🥰 i'm still a lil nervous, but i'm hoping for the best !! feel free to stop by my inbox and let me know what you think of this so far, or request blurbs/drabbles for this au !!
𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞! this fic doesn't have an update schedule, but i'll add dates on the masterlist (linked here) if i have a date in mind. also, here's the 𝐏𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝 for this fic !!
As always, I hope you all enjoyed this and I’d love to hear your thoughts/feedback !! <3 — ☼ 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐊𝐨-𝐟𝐢 ☼
I don’t do taglists anymore. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐅𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 & 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲: @𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲
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jjwantsme · 1 year
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Captain Save A Hoe
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pairing: jj maybank x kook!reader
summary: in which y/n is a spunky girl in a toxic relationship with rafe cameron, and JJ makes it his mission to save her. (click to read part two)
warnings: nsfw, oral (m receiving), cussing,peer pressure, promiscuous!reader, toxic/abusive relationship, jj is so hot, angst, cheating, rafe being an ass per usual, kiara does not like reader 😭, sad jj, pretty short
authors note: i kinda really really REALLY wanna do a part two to this called “i wanna be saved!”…what do we think about that idea👀
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“God, she’s so hot,” JJ mumbled, watching y/n dance from a far.
“Yeah, well she’s also a hoe-” kiara started.
“Woah!”
“Damn, kie!”
The boys all gaped at her, wondering why the sudden change of mood. “That wasn’t very feminist of you,” JJ snickered, taking a swig of his beer.
“I’m sorry, but it’s true! She’s just a bitch. Plus, she’s dating rafe. That tells us all we need to know!” Kiara shrugged.
“Yeah, well,” JJ moved his eyes back to y/n’s hips, “I don’t give a damn if she’s a kook. I could save her.”
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Y/n walked through the isles of the gas station, purse over her shoulder as her hips swayed. Her skirt barely covered her ass and her crop-top ended just above her belly button.
She knew she shouldn’t be around the cut, natural habitat of the pogues, but she had just gotten into a fight with rafe. And she did not feel like being around any other kooks right now.
Sometimes she wondered why she even was with rafe. He treated her like shit, and she reciprocated the behavior most of the time. They had cheated on each other countless of times, it wasn’t even surprising at this point.
They were toxic, without a doubt, but everything about the relationship was so addicting. The arguments, the scandals, the sex…it was all so erotic, y/n couldn’t leave- even if she wanted to.
“Well, would you look at that,” y/n heard JJ whistle, “What’s a pretty kook like you doing over here all alone?”
Y/n turned around to face him, “JJ, right?”
“Yup, that’s me.”
“Oh okay, JJ?”
“Yeah?”
“Fuck off.” She flipped him off before turning back around.
'𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗮𝘀 𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘆 𝗮𝘀 𝗶 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁.' JJ thought as he watched her go back to looking at the grocery items.
Ever since that party, JJ was set on bringing that girl home- even if it did mean having to get on her good side.
“Woah, woah, chill out, babe” JJ chuckled, moving to stand beside her, “I didn’t even say anything…yet.”
“Yeah, well, you were thinking it.” y/n took a bag of mini-oreos off the shelf without even meeting his eyes, “what, do you want me to suck your dick, or something?”
“Slow down, there, sweetheart, i barely even know you.” JJ chuckled, resting his hand on the shelf above her, “Definitely not declining, though.”
Y/n sighed, “Look, J- can i call you J?”
“You can call me whatever you want, babe.”
“Right- well, J, i have a boyfriend, alright? So, just…scurry along,” y/n slightly shooed him away with her hand, before turning around on her heel and walking towards the cash register.
“Since when has having a boyfriend ever stopped you?” JJ snickered, following in her footsteps, “Y’know, you have quite the reputation, princess.”
“Rumors aren’t always facts, J.” She mumbled in reply as she paid the cashier, telling him to keep the change.
“Yeah, well, maybe we should fact-check this one. Just incase, y’know?”
Y/n sighed lightly. “If i let you drive me back to rafe’s place, will you leave me be?”
“Say less!” JJ smirked and opened the welcoming-doors for her as she thanked the cashier.
“You are very convincing, I’ll give you that.” Y/n huffed, walking outside and following him to his car.
JJ opened the door for her before jogging around to the driver’s side and getting in.
“Wow, what a gentleman,” y/n mumbled in a sarcastic tone, making JJ snicker for the second time.
“Always got something to say, huh? No wonder rafe calls you a firecracker,”
“He calls me that?” She raised her eyebrows, turning her head to look at him.
He chuckled and nodded, “He calls you alot of things, sweetheart.”
“He’s such a dick.” Y/n mumbled and shook her head, rearranging her position in the seat.
JJ scoffed, “Why are you with him then?”
“Decent dick, good money.” She shrugged, and JJ didn’t miss the way her breasts bounced with each movement.
“You deserve better than ‘Decent’, babe.” He shook his head, dragging his eyes back to the road.
“Yeah? Well, it’s kind of hard to find that on this island.”
JJ snickered for the third, and final, time.
“What’s so funny, hm?”
“I’m way more than decent, sweetheart.”
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“Shit, shit, shit, shit-“
JJ moaned as y/n took his full length into her mouth, swirling her tongue and using her hand to fondle with his balls.
He pulled out of her mouth for a second to catch his breath, her looking up at him as he gripped her hair.
“Taste so good, J,” she moaned, practically whimpered, before taking his head back into her mouth as she worked the rest of his cock with her hand.
“Shit, m’ gonna cum-“
Y/n quickly pulled him out of her mouth and jerked in home, only a short amount of distance from her tongue.
“Oh, holy- Good girl, 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹.” He rasped and groaned as he released all over her tongue, and lips, making her whimper.
He panted as he laid back onto the bed, running his hands through his hair. Y/n crawled towards him after she finished swallowing, resting her head on his bare chest and fiddling with his fingers.
JJ felt his heart jump at the feeling.
But that was just the problem.
It had been three weeks since that day at the gas station. Three weeks since the first time they had a proper conversation.
However, it had been two weeks since their first time having sex together, and now it was a reoccurring thing. Every single day. It was a daily routine.
So, yeah, JJ was right; he got to take her home. But, she wasn’t 𝗵𝗶𝘀. And it was really fucking with his head.
He swore to himself he wouldn’t catch romantic feelings. From the moment they started this whole thing, he swore not to.
"𝘀𝗵𝗲'𝘀 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹!" He told himself.
"𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗹𝘂𝘀𝘁, 𝗮𝗯𝘀𝗼𝗹𝘂𝘁𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝗻𝗼 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲!" He told himself.
But, as always, that didn’t go according to plan.
And, he ignored it for as long as he could, but he decided. Today was the day he saved her.
“Hey, uh, y/n?” He spoke a little quietly as he knew they were both still worn out, moving his left hand to her lower back.
“Hm?” She mumbled, her eyes shut.
“When, uh…when do you plan on calling things off with rafe?”
Y/n let out a huff of annoyance and sat up, opening her eyes. “Are we really gonna talk about this 30 seconds after fucking?”
JJ groaned and sat up as well.
That’s another thing. She got mad at him everytime he brought it up.
“Well, sorry, but I’m not the biggest fan of fucking a taken women!”
“Yeah? Well, you’ve been doing it for 14 days, J!” She got up and started getting dressed, knees still weak, “14 days!”
“Cause i fucking like you, y/n!” JJ shouted, immediately regretting it when it left his mouth.
The girl paused her movements, turning to look at him, “You…what?”
“I like you, alright? And i get it, I know that you’re supposed to be this ‘crazy’, ‘promiscuous’ girl that can’t be tied down- but i also know that i’d be way better for you than rafe cameron. I mean, are you kidding me?” He let out, all in one breath.
“JJ,” y/n sighed, “I think we should stop seeing each other.”
“No!” His eyes went wide, “No, y/n, i’m sorry, okay? There, we can pretend i never said anything, I just need to-“
“JJ,”
“Just let me-“
“JJ, I can’t just-“
“I love you, alright?! And I’m not letting go of the small part of your life that i get to be in!” He panted, making y/n’s shut her mouth.
“Just…just give me a chance okay?” He spoke more quietly, “I’ll take you out on a date, a real date, and treat you so much better than cameron ever did. I swear to you, baby.”
Y/n sighed and cupped his cheek. “I think I have feelings for you too, J.”
He let out a small smile.
“But, that’s just more reason for us to end all of this.”
His smile dropped.
“I’m a kook, you’re a pogue…it was never gonna last, JJ.” She backed up from him, putting on her shirt as the two sat in silence for a moment.
JJ just looked around the room, wondering how he got himself in this predicament.
After getting fully dressed, y/n got closer to him and kissed his cheek, “You shouldn’t have tried to save me, I don’t wanna be saved. Bye, JJ.”
She walked out of the messy room, leaving him with a flushed face and broken part.
No.
She was wrong.
He was going to save her, even if it’s the last damn thing he does.
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ghostselena · 2 years
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Side to Side
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Pairing: Jj Maybank x Reader
Summary: Jj teasing you for walking funny after a night filled with a lot more than just kissing
Warnings: mentions of private body parts, small dirty talk, hinted sexual activities, curse words, 18+ [Slightly Edited]
a/n : short little blurb here, might turn it into a second part ;) feedback is always appreciated!
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You were extremely sore the next morning, you couldn't comprehend how a skinny tall blonde boy could have that much stamina. The third leg he carried did not help your situation either.
As you sat against the edge of the bed, the memory of it going down brought shivers down your spine as you bit your lip, already craving the sleeping Kraken that slept peacefully with Jj.
You rub your eyes tiredly, not wanting to leave the warm spot. Deciding to stand up, you slowly make your way towards the bathroom to refresh yourself. You wanted to calm down the now awoken need you awfully longed for.
A whistle coming from behind you made you stop dead in your tracks, the bed sheet no longer covering your behind, "Ain't that a sight to wake up to."
Heat rose to your cheeks as you look down, shaking your head, "How long have you been up for?"
"Long enough to watch you waddle, my little penguin," he winked, his hair pushed in every direction as his sleepy eyes dug into yours.
He'd been awake this whole time, admiring your beauty from behind and loving every curve and inch of your body. How did he get so lucky?
A pogue achieving happiness, something that dared to be near impossible to attain for someone like him. Joy wasn't on his agenda until he met you, and damn was he in love.
"I can walk perfectly normal," You huff, covering yourself at the front with the thin silk sheets— ones that barely covered your hardening buds that pressed against the material.
Adjusting himself under the sheets, he licked his lips as he looked away for a second, eyes switching back and forth between your lips and body, "Yeah? walk for me some more."
"Really?"
"Go on," he gestured with his hand, finding amusement within you this early in the morning. He sat up to watch you walk around with a limp, failing to prove your lie that brought a smile to his face.
He chuckled, earning a scowl from you—rather quickly, "Fuck you."
You tried to walk straight, failing miserably as you limped, quietly cursing to yourself for the small lie.
"If you'd let me, I can." he had made his way over to you, his hands now pressed against each side of your hips, "Only after I brush my teeth though,"
You laughed, wrapping your arms around his waist and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, "Mm, cmon then,"
Dragging him towards your shared sink, you both brushed your teeth while poking at each other, eager to have your hands on one another once again.
"Shower sex?" he asked while pulling open the shower curtains, dropping down the towel that covered his now nude body.
He had hoped you agreed, not wanting to push your body's limit too hard.
You pressed your lips against his, using one of your hands to turn the knob, the sound of the water running answering his question, "Better get to it, before I change my mind,"
He wasted to time to grab you and enter the tub with you in his arms, eager to let your warm cavern swallow his now awoken cock.
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pankowperfection · 1 year
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A Hard Days Work
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Summary: Watching JJ do what he does best turns you on
Warnings: smut, JJ's filthy mouth, spanking, rough sex, exhibitionist kink, oral (fem receiving), 18+
JJ was working late again, always staying after hours at the garage to either work on customer's cars or work on his own build. You hadn't seen much of him this week, only catching a glimpse when he finally came home hours after his shift ended to shower, eat, and fall asleep beside you. Truth be told you were missing him, missing your quality time together. So after you finished work, you decided to pay him a visit.
Everyone else had left for the night, JJ's boss telling you both to take it easy before heading out. You perch yourself on the rolling stool in front of the car he was working on, admiring the way he looks when he is working. Your sweet plan of just keeping him company is quickly replaced by something dirty. The way his strong hands looked wrapped in black mechanic's gloves, fingers curled as he held a screw in place to tighten it reminded you of how good those very fingers would feel curled inside of you. You press your thighs together, hoping to help relieve the ache as you continue to watch him work.
"Earth to y/n, you alright over there?" The deep timbre of JJ's voice pulls you from your trance. "Sorry, zoned out. What did you say?" He gives you a knowing smirk, blue eyes sparkling with mischief. "I said, will you come over here and adjust this when I tell you to?" "Sure baby," you push to your feet, joining him and leaning over the engine bay. "Okay, turn it a little to the left sweetheart." You do as he says, turning the distributor slightly to the left while he watches the timing belt spin. You get distracted by his body once again, noticing how the muscles in his forearm jump out when he turns the wrench. Unable to ignore the pulsating need between your thighs any longer, you break the silence again. "J..." you whine out, waiting for him to look up at you. "Yes baby?"
You can tell by the look on his face that he knows exactly what you want, but he's going to make you ask for it. "I need you." He sighs and sets down the wrench, clang of metal slightly distracting you before he walks over, caging you in against the front of the car. "My poor baby. So desperate for my cock that you want me to fuck you at my work?" He removes the gloves, calloused fingers gliding up the inside of your bare thigh to the edge of your shorts. You can’t help the moan that leaves your lips, panties soaked through just at the thought of all the things he could do to you. “Please J. Fuck me.” “Well, since you asked so nicely,” he smirks, closing the hood of the car quickly before pressing you against the cool metal.
He kneads the flesh of your ass, landing a soft spank which makes you moan again. You hear his belt buckle clank followed by the sound of his zipper, looking back over your shoulder to watch him stroke his cock. "Good thing you wore these slutty little shorts, I don't even have to take them off." He teases his ringed fingers over the denim before roughly yanking it to the side, delving into your folds and groaning when he feels how wet you are for him. "God, you got this turned on watching me work? You should come visit more often cupcake." His thumb finds your clit and you moan out his name, desperate to feel him inside of you. The contrast of his hot skin and the cool metal of his rings sends shivers down your spine, toes curling in pleasure. "Shit J, feels so good. Please, need your cock baby."
He gives you your favorite sexy smile, dimples on display before lining up with your entrance. Wasting no time he slams inside, burying himself in one swift thrust that has you both crying out. His thrusts are brutal, surely bruising your hips as you bounce against the car each time he pushes inside. He easily pins your hands behind your back with one of his, forcing you to be at his mercy. "Fuck J," he's hitting so deep, each thrust massaging your g spot and building your orgasm quickly. "Don't you dare cum yet, I'm just getting started." With that he pulls out, roughly flipping you over onto your back and scooting you up the hood of the car. "Spread those pretty legs for me." You do as he asks, opening your knees as wide as they'll go so your glistening folds are on display to him.
Unable to resist he leans down, lapping at your clit as your hands fist into his hair. When he flicks your clit you pull hard, causing him to groan against you. "Tastes so sweet. Your legs are extra sexy when I'm in between them." Your head falls back, too overwhelmed with the pleasure he's bringing you to watch any longer. Two fingers easily glide inside, curling just right with each push and pull as he continues to massage your clit with his talented tongue. Just when you are about to fall over the edge he stops, a loud whine of protest leaving your lips at the second denial. "J please. I need to cum." "Not yet baby. Be patient, I promise it will be worth it."
He kisses a slow path back up your body, stopping to wind his tongue into your mouth, wanting you to taste yourself on his lips. His tip nudges your entrance and you shudder, so needy for him. This time he slowly presses inside, watching each inch of his length disappear before your pelvises meet. "God damn, squeezing me so tight." You wrap your legs around his waist, wanting to keep him at the perfect angle as he starts to move again. He chose this position on purpose, knowing now that you would be in perfect view of the security camera. He smirks into your neck as he starts to fuck you hard, basking in the sounds of your pleasure and how your nails dig into his back.
"You see that flashing light up there baby? That's the security camera. My boss checks them regularly after hours. He could be watching right now. Watching how much of a slut you are for my cock. Hearing how you begged me to fuck you, seeing how your face looks when you're about to cum." The thought only turns you on more, the exhibitionist in you loving the idea that his attractive boss could be watching. "Fuck JJ, please." He grins, secretly knowing that this was a kink of yours. "That's it baby, moan loud for the camera. Let Matt know how good I'm making you feel. Bet he would want you to be a good girl and cum for me. Now." You can't help but obey, falling apart spectacularly as curses and chants of his name fall from your lips like a prayer. "Such a good girl," he coos, giving a few final thrusts before painting your walls white.
You both struggle to catch your breath, sweat dripping from his brow as he takes in your fucked out look. "Is that why you came to visit me today?" You shove him playfully, pulling your shorts back into position as his cum starts to leak out of you. "Yes and no. I did just miss spending time with you, but watching you work just got me all hot and bothered. Will you get in trouble if your boss did see us?" He laughs, adjusting his own shorts before popping the hood on the car again. "Nah, those cameras don't really work. I just wanted to test my suspicions about your exhibitionist kink." You blush slightly, embarrassed that he knows but also glad that he doesn't seem to mind. "Any time you want to fuck with an audience, let me know. I would love to show off my girl, let everyone see what they are missing." He kisses you quickly, getting back to the task at hand while you fantasize about all the public places you can fuck in.
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rafesangel · 1 year
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JJ MAYBANKS NICKNAMES
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The meanings of JJ’s nicknames for you!!<3
Pairings : Jj maybank x Gf!Fem!Reader
Warnings : mentions of nsfw, but mostly fluff, a bit off angst ( if you squint )
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Baby
- actually always calls you this, or when he’s very needy
- “baby, can i get a kiss?” he would ask you
- he also calls you this is a whiny way
- “babyyyy, hurry up!!”
- “you’re so cute baby”
Y/n
- he’s so mad at you its not even funny
- “shut up! Y/n actually just shut up”
- if he called you by your name near your friends, they would warn him, especially kie.
- he apologizes after he had called you you’re own name because he knew you don’t like it
- you wouldn’t mind if like, pope or john b called you by your own name, but if jj did it you weren’t used to it.
baby girl
- usually calls you this during sex
- he’s rough at the point he calls you this
- “yeah? You like that baby girl?” How my cock is entering your stomach?”
- he likes calling you this when you’re needy for him
Angel
- he is in his fluff moment
- always calls you this when you snuggle up to him
- “c’mere angel”
- he likes to place kisses all over your face while calling you this
mama
- you look hot.
- your probably dressed up for a party
- “mama you look fine asf”
- “mama get yo fine ass over here”
Pretty girl
- he calls you this around your and his parents
- “you’re my pretty girl baby”
- he knows you like it when he calls you this because it makes you feel confident
- “oh wow, look at you, pretty girl”
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mrsstarkey1 · 1 year
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approval - jj maybank
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REQUEST: "could u write a lil fic where reader is dating JJ secretly and she's toppers sister??? and he finds out and gets all mad - it can end however u want! thanks" requested by @sofiatheseconf
WORD COUNT: 1.0k
WARNINGS: curse words
a/n: check out my most recent jj fic
“Shh, will you be quiet?” you whisper-yelled to JJ as he practically stomped up the stairs in your house. “My mom and Topper are here,” you said sternly as you closed your bedroom door quietly. 
He rolled his eyes, letting himself fall down on your bed. “Maybe we should just tell Topper,” he said with a shrug and your eyes snapped to him, giving him a look that just screamed, 'absolutely not.'
You laid down next to him with a sigh, “as much as I hate sneaking around all the time, I think I would hate having my boyfriend murdered by my brother more.”
“You have a decent point,” he said, followed by a dramatic sigh. “I just want the world to know about us.” 
You turned toward him, eyebrow raised, “the world?” 
JJ rolled his eyes, “you know what I mean.” 
“I know,” you said softly, turning yourself over to look at him. “I don’t love it either, but you gotta admit, the risk of getting caught is a little thrilling, isn’t it?” You said slowly, tracing the skin under his t-shirt. 
He let a smirk play at his lips, nodding slowly. He re-positioned his body so he was hovering over you. You propped yourself up on your elbows, kissing him hungrily. He moved down to your neck, planting wet kisses down to your collarbone.
“Hey y/n, Mom wants to know if-” you instinctively pushed JJ off of you at the sound of Topper's voice, and JJ landed on the floor with a thud. “What the fuck?” Toppers familiar angry voice echoed through the your now dead-silent room.
Your eyes stayed widened in a state of shock, eyes flickering between the two boys in front of you. “I was wrong, this is not thrilling,” you mumbled to yourself.
JJ shot up off the floor, and Topper snapped out of his shock and started toward him. You pushed yourself off the bed quickly, hurriedly blocking Topper from your JJ. “Wait, wait.”
“What the fuck is going on in here y/n?” you opened your mouth to speak, “actually no, don’t tell me. I don’t want to know. But whatever it was, it’s over.”
“You can’t be serious,” you said with a scoff. 
“I’m more than serious, I don’t want to see that pogue around you ever again. Understand? I’m not letting you out of my sight.”
He was not kidding. Over the next couple weeks, where ever you went, he went. Where ever you ate, he ate. Where ever you shopped, he sat on the bench outside the store. He even watched your tennis practices. He would practically hiss at every pogue who even came within 10 feet of you. Even when he wasn’t with you, he had one of his dumbass friends watching your every move as if you were a child that needed babysat.
You’d been annoyed by your brother before, obviously, but this took it to a whole new level. You were furious.
Though he watched you like a hawk when you were out and about, he somehow never thought to watch you when you were home. Once you realized he hadn’t checked on you in your room once, JJ started to sneak into your room almost every night. It was baffling that Topper hadn’t figured it out yet.
He would sneak in through your window around 9:00 every night, so it was dark enough so he wouldn’t be seen but light enough so he could see what he was doing.
One night that planned to come over, he had fallen asleep unwillingly. He didn’t wake up until midnight with about a million missed texts and calls from you. He threw on a shirt quickly sent a short text before heading to your place.
He climbed up to the roof, paying more attention to his feet on the slick roof from the rain, rather than to where he was going. He held his hand out until he found glass, knocking on it softly.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” JJ heard a loud, muffled voice from the other side of the window that definitely wasn’t yours.
“Fuck.”
The window opened abruptly and JJ was pulled into the room, landing on the wood floor. “Didn’t learn your lesson, pogue?” Topper yelled, standing over JJ fully ready to beat the hell out of him.
JJ held up his hands in surrender, “just let me explain, alright?”
“Explain what? That you’ve been sneaking into my little sisters room to-” he scrunched his nose in disgust, shaking his head. “To do God knows what.”
JJ pushed himself off the floor and onto his feet, “listen, we’re not just having-” he stopped when he saw Toppers glare. “Sorry,” he mumbled, mentally cursing himself. “We've been dating for three months, Topper. It’s not just a meaningless fling, it’s serious.”
Topper stayed silent, eyebrows furrowing in deep thought. JJ continued to plead his case, “I know we don’t have a great history, okay? But I don’t even care about any of that anymore. I love her man,” JJ admitted quietly, saying the words out loud for the first time.
Toppers head snapped up, meeting JJ’s eyes and searching for sincerity. He took a step closer, taking in a breath. JJ didn’t move a muscle, doing his best to appear confident.
“Just so you know, I don’t like what I’m about to say. But I love my sister, and I want her to be happy,” Topper started, jaw clenched. “One chance; you get one chance. You break her heart, and you’re gonna have a lot more broken.”
JJ nodded, holding out his hand for Topper to shake, “I’d never hurt her,” he said simply, obvious genuineness laced in his voice.
Topper firmly shook his hand with a short nod.
You peaked your head around Toppers opened door with a smile, deciding it was okay to reveal yourself now. You had heard the entire conversation, including a certain phrase that you couldn’t wait to say back to JJ.
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princessbun-ee · 5 months
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RUDETH CONTENT! THIS IS NOT A DRILL!!!
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obx-pogue4life · 1 year
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Donut Dick
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Summary: JJ thinks he's funny when he puts a donut on his dick and tells you he's got a snack for you but you turn the tables on him and go from silly to sexy, making him absolutely insane and dying for his release
Warning: Cum play, daddy kink, oral sex, dirty talk, squirting, ball play, kissing, fingering, hand job, food (mentions of eating a donut), begging, taunting, teasing, orgasm denial, boob and nipple play, intense orgasms. I hope I didn’t miss any and if I did, let me know
Author's Note: Hi everyone! So it’s been quite a while since I’ve written and posted anything- I can’t believe it’s been over 6 months! I just wanted to take a minute to say thank you for sticking with me after all this time! Whether you are someone who follows me or just someone who happened to stumble across this post, I appreciate your support and taking the time to read my work very much! I hope you enjoy this weird and sexy story I’ve come up with, it’s basically 5000 words of ridiculously silly filth haha I figured I might as well come back with a bang! GO BIG OR GO HOME, RIGHT??!? 😂❤️
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"Hey babe, come here," I hear my boyfriend JJ yell from the kitchen.
Groaning to myself, I put my phone down and yell back, "What is it? I don't wanna get up!" and go back to scrolling on my phone.
About a minute goes by and I hear JJ say again in a weirdly peppy sing song voice, "y/n... I've got something for youuuuu" he drawls out. "Come on babe, I made you a snack" he says again trying to coax me.
I groan again but start to get up because I'm sorta hungry and a snack sounds pretty good right about now. I make my way towards the kitchen and nearly drop my phone when I see the sight that's presented before me. Standing smack dab in the middle of the kitchen is a completely naked JJ, standing there in only his black socks! He's got one leg up on a kitchen chair and his arms proudly on his hips, grinning at me like a lunatic. This man also has a full on erection and has decided to hang a fucking donut from his cock. I'm desperately trying to hold in my giggles but then he starts swiveling his hips in a circle and puts his hands behind his head and gives little thrusts and I just lose my cool completely and can't stop laughing at him.
"Like what you see babe," JJ says in a fake sexy accent, adding to my laughter.
"Oh yeah baby, dance for me you sexy hunk of man," I manage to get out while he try's to spin the donut on his cock like a circus trick.
I'm laughing so hard at this point, I have tears streaming down my face and I can't breathe. He is so silly sometimes, I just don't know what to do with him.
"Come on take a bite of the snack I made you," he coaxed cheekily. "I want you to pull it off my cock with your teeth."
I roll my eyes and flip him off but he just laughs at me and grins that goofy grin again, still playing with his dick and twirling that damn donut.
I decide to have a little bit of fun of my own and slowly walk over to him, stripping my pants, top and bra off on the way, before immediately dropping to my knees in front of him.
"Oh my god, are you actually going for this? Holy shit! I was just kidding y/n but fuck, yes! Will you really eat a donut off my dick?" He asks, genuinely unsure if I'm really gonna do it.
"Anything for you J," I say in a mock of his sing song voice from earlier. I can hear his breathing hitch and I lean forward ever so slightly and stick my tongue out and gently lick the tip of his still hard cock, making him softly groan out.
"Oh shit" I can hear him mutter a few times as I open my mouth a little more and swirl my tongue around his head and start gently sucking. I decide to keep my hands to myself and while I'm sucking his tip I start to play with my breasts and squeeze my nipples. It feels so good I moan out in my own pleasure, causing his cock to twitch in my mouth. I look up at him through my eyelashes and continue what I'm doing, looking right into his eyes. A few more moans from me and he's nearly there and I've barely touched him yet. I stop abruptly and sit on my heels and wipe the corner of my mouth with my thumb, sticking it in my mouth after and licking off and precum that got on my face.
"Hmmm," I say to him sort of as a question. I really am hungry and lean in to take a bite of that donut that's been staring me in the face. I hold it with my hand so it doesn't crumble and lick some of the frosting off before swallowing and taking another nibble. JJ is looking at me with wide eyes and I can tell that this weird show I'm putting on for him is really turning him on. I take one more nibble and let the donut break apart in my hand and sexily lick the frosting off my wrist purposely leaving the remaining frosting on my fingers. "You want some," I ask him innocently and put my fingers up to his mouth, teasing him. He leans down and licks the chocolate off my fingers and swallows hard, still looking down at me while I'm kneeling before him and wondering what I'm gonna do next. I don't waste any time and put the rest of the donut on the tabletop. "Looks like someone's been playing with their food... such a naughty boy. Guess I'll just have to clean you up..." and I hear him suck in another deep breath in anticipation.
I lean forward again and begin to kitten lick his cock, making sure to tease his tip and the underside of his shaft while I lick up all the remaining frosting and donut bits that are left behind. He lets out a content sigh and I smile into him, temporarily releasing him from my mouth. "Do you like that baby?" I coo to him. "Does my tongue against your cock feel good?" I ask. He nods his head quickly while I look up at him, putting his dick back in my mouth, taking him in completely. "Fuck yes y/n, that feels so good," he moans out and gives me an animalistic growl. "Fucckkkk."
I start bobbing my head and swirling my tongue, letting him go further and further down my throat. I love the way he's grunting and moaning. I love being able to make him lose himself in such a short amount of time. He reaches down and brushes some of the hair out of my eyes that has fallen forward and I pull back to get a breath. "You look so gorgeous with my cock in your mouth," he breathily says to me, instantly making me blush. I look away for a minute and notice he's got some frosting on his balls and an idea plants itself in my head. I quickly lean forward again and gently cradle his balls in my hand. "Y/n what are you-," he begins to say but I quickly cut him off.
"I promise I'll be extra gentile J, can I?" I ask him, half thinking he's gonna tell me no and to stop. He doesn't usually like his balls messed with but the few times he has let me play with them, I know he enjoyed it.
"Sure babe, I trust you. Just be extra careful, ok?" He says a tad hesitantly. A huge smile spreads across my face and I gently move my fingers up under them and feel around a little.
"Such cute little donut holes you have J," I say sitting back on my heels. He grins at me and and laughs.
"Oh I know you did not just call my balls donut holes, you weirdo," he says throwing his head back still giggling.
"I am not the weirdo here, sir, you are!" I say, clutching my chest and faking great shock. "You started this whole thing baby and I'm just finishing it," I smile coyly. "You made quite the mess earlier, J. I think I'm just gonna have to lick that silly left over frosting right off of you if we're ever gonna get you cleaned up," I say and bat my eyes as I look up at him. His leg is still propped up on the chair and he nods his head and opens his leg up a little wider so I can get in there better. He gives me another nod and an excited smile and I lean in forward once again, putting myself face to face with his cock and balls.
I grab his cock with one hand push it up towards his stomach. With my other hand I trace the veins on the underside of his shaft with my fingertips and then my tongue. I can hear him take another deep breath in and out and I can feel his body relaxing. I continue to run my tongue along his veiny underside for a minute and then move down to where his cock actually meets his balls. It's fleshy and sorta squishy and as soon as I press my tongue to it I can feel him stiffen up a little. I put my hands on his thighs, rubbing them reassuringly. "I promise I'll be gentle baby, don't worry," I breathily say. He lets out a deep breath and his body relaxes again. Just using the tip of my tongue, I tease that delicate space between his cock and balls, gently licking up and down and back and forth. His breathing quickens a little and I can tell he's starting to enjoying this. I move down a little lower every time I lick and pretty soon I'm right on top of his balls. I decide to place a gentle kiss on them and to kiss all around his pelvis and at the base of his shaft. Anything I can do to ease his mind and let him relax so he can enjoy this. I notice his tip leaking again and brush the precum off with my fingertip. "Looks like you're starting to enjoy this baby," I tell him. He smiles and nods again and just watches me silently, waiting for my next move.
I use his cum like lipgloss, spreading it evenly on my lips and puckering them. "Jesus Christ" I hear him say under his breath. I look directly at him and suck the remaining cum off my finger as seductively as I can. I hear a loud gulp come from him and I smile to myself knowing that all this is working. His dick twitches in my hand again and I immediately lick my lips a little and start softly kissing and licking his inner thighs, head and shaft. He moans out in appreciation and slightly bucks his hips into my face. I quickly make my way back to his balls and feel his breathing quicken a little but he's still very relaxed. With just the tip of my tongue I circle each orb with feather light touches and can feel the weightlessness they each seem to possess. Running my tongue all around them and over the seam in between cause my boyfriend to let out a manly shriek and groan and his sounds make me instantly stop, not knowing if it was a good sound or a bad one.
"Oh my gosh, are you ok baby? I'm so sorry, I was being so careful, I -" Fuck, no. Feels so... good... babe please... keep... going..." he barely gets out, his breathing is so erratic. "Aww baby I love how good I'm making you feel, you sound so sexy coming undone for me. Don't hold back J, you're making me so wet every time I hear you moan. My panties are soaked for you. Your voice alone in driving me crazy but it's still your turn baby," I say as he reaches for me. I gently push his hand back towards his chest and put my hands on my tits and massage them a little and tweak my nipples. "Mmmm," I let out slowly as I rock my body a little. "This feels good but it's better when you touch me, baby," I tease. His eyes go wide and he licks his lips but I ignore it. I squeeze my breasts together and bounce them with my hands a little and just stare at him and then stop and just smile. "Later," I say and wink at him. "Shit" was all my boyfriend could say.
Satisfied that I had teased him long enough, I dove right back in and started to sensually and slowly lick all around his balls and his ballsack. I could tell he was as relaxed as ever because when I gently started sucking on one of them and ever so delicately pulled it into my mouth, he didn't even flinch. I made a humming noise as I swirled my tongue around and gently pushed my mouth all around it, cupping it around my lips. He grunted and squirmed in satisfaction as I released that ball from my mouth and quickly but softly licked up and down his seam. A long, breathy string of shits and fucks left his mouth and I used my hand to tease the tip of his cock again, the feeling of the two together giving him an extremely pleasurable sensation. I quickly repeated the process on his other ball and as I started to make my way back to his seam and started licking again, he gently tugged on my hair so I stopped. "Too much baby?," I half tease.
"Girl I need to sit... down," he part moans, part chuckles. "So fucking good," he said plopping down on the kitchen chair. Regaining his composure, he tells me he is so full and he needs to cum. "I swear if I don't cum right now, I'm gonna fucking explode," he pleads with me. "Please y/n let me fuck you. I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel. Wanna hear you moan and scream my name over and over again. Plant my seed deep within your pussy and watch you get all swollen with my babies. Fuck, please babe, I want you. I need you," he pleads again.
"That sounds like a lot of fun baby, but it's gonna have to wait," I say getting comfortable on my knees. "I'm not done with you yet," I simply say and smile. A confused look spreads across his face and just as he's about to protest I bring my hands to my chest and start pulling and pinching my nipples. Rolling them between my fingertips, I let out a filthy cry of pleasure and he instantly goes silent and leans back in his chair to watch the show I'm putting on at his feet. I smile at him again and begin to kneed my breasts as I rock back and forth on my heels. I lean in slightly and grab his cock, licking it from base to tip and then stick it as far as I can down my throat while trying to swirl my tongue around him and not choke. I swallow around him and can hear those familiar grunts I love so much coming out of his mouth. Needing air, I pull him out of my mouth and take a much needed breath. "God I love you," JJ says to me, drunk off my mouth.
"You think you love me now J, just you wait baby," I say with a wink. I gently grab his hand and put it on his cock and place mine over his and start to pump his dick. Using my other hand I start teasing my nipples again, pleasuring ourselves in unison. As he starts to get the picture, I let his hand go and massage both my tits with both my hands. He continues to stroke himself while he watches me tease and grope my breasts and his dopey grin is all I need to see in order to know he's loving this just as much as I am. I start to moan his name and tell him I can't wait to feel him inside me when he quickly says that he's gonna cum. I immediately sit up and stop his hand movements and he groans out in frustration. "Why are you stopping me, do you need me to beg? Fuckkkk. Please let me cum babe, I'm so close. I was right there," he says slightly annoyed.
"I get to make you cum," I say sternly. "I get to make you feel good this time baby," I say a little softer.
"You're a terrible tease," he says sighing.
"I know!," you reply happily and then lean back on your heels again. You look at him with innocent eyes and squeeze and push your tits together and shake them a little.
"SEE!," he exclaims! "TEASE!," he fake yells.
"Look JJ, I just thought you might like to titty fuck your way home today, ok?," you say as nonchalantly as you can muster and shrug your shoulders. He leans down and roughly grabs your face with his hand and pulls you up a little so he can kiss you. His kiss is so needy and so rough. It's sloppy and wet but I love it. I smile into his desperation and let myself moan a little. He's so horny he is literally grinding into the kitchen chair and bucking his hips into my stomach. I pull away and grab my tits again and just stare at him for a minute while he eye fucks me. "So...?" I proposition him again. "You wanna cum all over these titties baby?," I say confidently, shaking my breasts and making them jiggle.
JJ licks his lips and mutters something incoherent while I lean back a little, offering my chest to him. He pumps his cock a bit to get himself started up again and then slaps his dick against each of my breasts a couple times. He takes his tip and circles my hardening nipples, getting them a bit sticky with his ever leaking dribbles of cum. I continue to hold my tits up for him while he plays with me and that dopey smile is back, plastered across his face. This man loves boobs. He'd play with them all day if I let him. I hardly ever let him cum on them though because it's messy and I just prefer him to cum inside of me so he knows that I'm doing all of this for his benefit. After a minute more of him rubbing his cock all over my tits and body he's made me sufficiently horny, way more than I thought I'd be with him just slapping my tits with his damn cock. Somehow it works for me though and I am slowly becoming an insane mess. Seeing him get so turned on was making me turned on and hearing him was even worse. He was overly ready, his tip was so red it looked like it might hurt, and that was fucking with me too. All I wanted to do was put it in my mouth and suck him dry but this wasn't about what I wanted. I was doing this for him.
I leaned forward and sat up a little again and kissed him. He stopped his movements and kissed me back. I pulled away slightly and kissed his cheek, down his jawline, down his neck and stopped right over his Adam's apple causing his head to roll back in pleasure. He loved when I sucked his skin right there and loved it even more when I left love bites for him to see later on. It was a sexy kink of his that I loved too. "I love you JJ," I quietly say into his neck.
"And I fucking love you y/n," he murmurs back immediately running his hands through my hair. I decided to take this opportunity while he was still blissed out from my neck kisses to put his eager cock between my breasts and start rubbing them up and down his shaft. With my hands, I pushed my tits together as tightly as I could while encompassing his rock hard dick. Up and down I went, letting my whole body bounce and trying to give him the most pleasure I possibly could. "Uhhhh... yes babe.... Fuck! I'm not gonna last much longer y/n.
"Let go baby, cum for me then," I sweetly coo. He groans and starts to buck himself up in between my breasts. Faster and faster he went, both of our breathing increasing as we meet each other's movements. His pumps getting rougher and faster yet. He was so close. I can't believe he's lasted this long, his stamina is always so sexy to me. I love the control he has over his body and just thinking about it makes me sweat. I am dripping wet and very thankful I've kept on my panties this entire time. After a few more quick thrusts he finally lets out that manly wail I've been longing to hear and I can feel his hot, thick ropes of cum go all over my upper body and onto my neck and face. We both slow our movements and just breathe together for a few seconds. I let go of my chest and his cock, pushing a little of the cum off my face and lick it off my finger. "Mmmm you taste so good, J," I sexily say and lean forward, kissing him on his wide open mouth. He's gawking at me again so I decide to finish my little show for him the only logical way I can think of. I pull away from the kiss and start massaging his cum into my breasts. "This feels so good, baby," I say, trying to keep eye contact. "I hope it was good for you."
"Best afternoon of my life, y/n," he says earnestly. He pulls me up onto my feet and pulls me onto his lap and kisses me again. I can feel his truth through his kiss and it makes my heart flutter.
Instantly his hands start roaming the sides of my body. His one hand brushes back and forth over my nipple while his other hand travels down to where I've been aching for him the most. He gently brushes a finger tip over my opening and immediately I can feel him smile into the crook of my neck. "You're actually dripping, y/n. Like legit dripping wet," he says completely in awe. Still stroking just my opening, he begins to kiss my neck and I can feel him start to suck on the spot that I know, he knows drives me crazy. "Mmmm that feels so good baby, don't stop," I moan out, arching my back slightly and letting my head fall back against him.
"You really have been torturing yourself as much as you have been torturing me, haven't you?" he lustily murmurs into my neck.
"Mmmhmmm," is all I can get out, followed by a sharp and deep breath in. He chuckles at me and says "does my pretty little tease of a girlfriend want to cum?" He questions. I shake my head yes and instinctively start to grind my ass against his leg. "Jesus, you're desperate for a release aren't you babe'" he whispers.
"Please," I whisper back, sounding way more needy than I intended.
"You want my fingers in that pretty little pussy? Like this?" He questions, slowly moving my panties to the side and dipping one finger into my waiting folds. In and out, he shallowly teases my entrance. It feels good but I need more. "Please," I say again. "More please, baby," I plead.
"Whatever you want babe," he complies. Quickly he stops his teasing and puts three fingers deep into me, plunging in and out at a rapid pace. I involuntarily arch my back and hook my one arm around his neck and use the other to hold onto the seat of the chair so I don't fall. "Oh! OOOHH!" Is all I can groin out, the feeling overwhelming all of my senses as I melt into his body. He uses his free arm and hand to hold onto my hips to help keep my now shaking body steady. His arms are so long that he can reach all the way around me to my pussy and uses his fingers to dip into the top of my panties and rub circles onto my pulsating clit. The material of my underwear is so tight against my skin I can feel it start to rip but I couldn't care less. I just need more. I frantically start moving my hips and fucking myself onto his his fingers in rhythm with his hand thrusts. I'm getting so close, I can feel it beginning to boil over within me. He notices my worsening desperation and fucks me faster yet with his fingers, adding an insanely pleasurable fourth finger to the mix. At this point I feel like I'm about to lose my mind any second when he decides to stop rubbing my clit and to pinch it instead. Gentle at first but then a little harder, him being careful to make sure it was making me feel good and not hurt me, before giving me more. Quick and rough pinches followed by firm, repetitive tapping on my most sensitive and over stimulated area was enough to make me yell out his name in pure unashamed pleasure. "j...J...JJ!" I practically scream but I just can't help it. I'm so worked up that I barely recognize my own voice. My body is trembling and I'm randomly convulsing and I seem to have lost all control of my movements. If he wasn't strongly holding me in place, I'd have been on the floor a long time ago. He repeats the pinching and tapping over and over again while his thick fingers stretch me out more and more. All of the sudden I feel an indescribable high wash over me and my vision starts to go fuzzy. He does not let up though and the euphoria I feel is more than incredible. It has me screaming out like a wild animal and I feel like my entire body is on fire. Before I can even realize what's happening, I feel another intense pressure building up within me and there is no turning back now because I am on the brink of explosion. JJ can tell how close I am because all it takes is a few dirty words from him to send me over the edge.
"You're so fucking sexy like this y/n. Completely at my mercy. Show me what that body can do. Show me how you squirt for me y/n. I want your pussy to squirt all over my hand. Do you understand me? If you can do that like a good girl, I promise I'll make you squirt all over my cock when I give you the fucking you deserve, later. Come on gorgeous," he says leaning in to my ear, licking and sucking on my ear lobe. "Squirt for daddy," he whispers.
That whisper was all it took for me to come completely unraveled on his lap. The waves of pleasure circulating through my body were some of the most intense sets of orgasms I've ever experienced. I could feel myself leaking all over him and the pleasure I was receiving from it was enough to bring tears to my eyes. I was sweating, crying and panting over my ragged breathing and loss of breath. The only thing I could do was scream out in pure ecstasy and I was so intoxicated by this wonderfully strong feeling and waves of feel good emotions that I didn't care one bit how loud I was or how I sounded.
As he helped me ride out my incredible high, I got lost in a state of bliss for a few minutes. He stopped all his motions and just held me while I continued to have my tiny tremors of pure lingering pleasure every so often while I was slowly coming back down to normal. Once I finally opened my eyes and looked at him he was just staring at me again with a cocky but semi concerned look on his face. He sighed out in relief and brushed a few lingering tears off my cheek. "What," I said breathily, wondering why he was once again, staring at me with his mouth hanging open.
"Y/n," he grins at me lustily. "It's been like 5 minutes since you came babe," he says incredibly cocky and proud. "I fucking thought you were possessed for a minute," he laughs. "You just kept going and going and moaning and shit. And babe- look at us! Look at the floor! You squirted like a fucking fountain y/n. It was so hot, I'm fucking hard again. You did so good for me, gorgeous. Such a good girl." He praises me, spinning me around so I'm straddling his lap. He leans down and kisses me, making sure to take his time. I feel my cheeks heat up at his words and pull away from his kiss to take a breath. He strokes my cheek lovingly and leans in and kisses my neck reassuringly. "Daddy is so proud of you," he quietly says into my ear between kisses. The feeling of his breath on my neck and his dirty words makes me shiver a little and he pulls back and smiles at me, leaning in to kiss my lips once more. He breathes into me and I can feel all the life coming back into my body. I instantly relax and smile into his kiss. The way he contently sighs back and the way his tongue gently and passionately explores my mouth while his hands tenderly cup my face make me feel so loved in this moment. His kiss always gives it away. If he never told me again how he feels, I'd still know it because I can feel it in his touch.
He eventually and reluctantly pulls away and presses me into his chest, hugging my body tightly and takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly. "Who knew my dumb joke would turn into all this," he chuckles. I smile into his chest and chuckle back. "Yeah who knew your donut dick would turn me on so much," I say, shaking my head. He laughs again and kisses the top of my head lovingly.
"I love you, my little freak," he says affectionately.
"Love you too, my little weirdo," I say back.
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Oh Romeo - J.M
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Pairing: JJ Maybank x Reader
Summary: Today is your and JJ's wedding day.
Warnings: Kissing
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You stood at the doors hands straightening out the skirt of your dress as you patiently waited, Kiara came up beside you.
"You look beautiful Y/N" She said smiling at you, you turned to her giving her smile.
"Just nerves ya know" You said slightly chuckling at her.
"You know we could always still run if you wanted" She said, nudging you in the side, you both laughed a bit more as Sarah came up behind the two of you.
"You ready?" She asked, you looked down gripping your bouquet tighter, taking a deep breathe in as you held your head high.
"100%"
Both Kiara and Sarah looked at one another, taking their places in front of you as the doors to the ceremony hall opened up, the warmth of the room wafting out, light filled your path, the two girl a head moved forward waiting a few second you slowly began your way down the aisle, the soft melody of violins filled your ears.
Your train ran across the floor as you took gentle steps forward looking round to see your friends and family scattered across the benches.
The girls started to step over to the left as they stood beside the alter, you could see John B and Pope stood to the right smiling like crazy and finally you stepped up the small incline in front of you as you faced JJ, he looked at you with such adoration in his eyes, a smile from ear to ear as he played with him hand nervously.
"You look so beautiful" He whispered leaning forwards making eye contact with you, you smiled at him mouthing the words 'You too'. You both turned to the officiant.
"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to celebrate the union of Y/N Y/L/N and JJ Maybank, and bear witness to their love and marriage." The officiant began, you would give small glances over to JJ every now and then catching him smiling at you as the officiant kept speaking.
"Now for the vows, who would like to go first?" He asked you and JJ look at each other and you decided you'd go first.
"Here I go... JJ I always dreamed of the day I got married, with my dress and the dances, but nothing could have prepared me for the absolute joy of marrying you, from the first time we met you have been a light in my life, always there to cheer me up and hold me when I needed you and I couldn't imagine my life without you now, I look forward to what the future holds for us and to love you for the rest of my life." You spoke voice slightly shaking as you saw tears build in JJ's eyes.
He took a deep breathe before he spoke.
"Y/N, not a lot of people have given me as many chances as you have if any, but you've always been there for me, through every crazy adventure and reckless thing I did, you were always there to patch me up and show me what the true meaning of love is and I'm blessed to have found someone as amazing as you." He finishes, for a moment both of you just stared at one another, before the officiant spoke again and you tuned to him.
"Now Do you JJ Maybank take Y/n Y/L/N as you wife to have and told hold in sickness and in health till death do you part?" He asked.
JJ looked you in the eyes as he spoke.
"I do"
"And do you Y/N Y/L/N take JJ Maybank as your husband to have and to hold, in sickness and in health till death do you part?"
"I do" You said smiling at JJ.
"Well then I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may kiss the bride." He spoke, JJ turned quickly, sweeping you off your feet as he pulled you in, your lipping connecting now, everyone stood, clapping and cheering, you could hear John B whistling, as JJ put you down, forehead pressed against yours.
The two of you held hands as you ran down the aisle.
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The reception was lovely, a small outside venue, covered in little lights and flowers the breeze from the waters dashing across the occupied space.
JJ held you close as the music played, eyes on you, your body's flowing across the floor with one another, the remaining guests surrounding you yet it felt as though it were just the two of you alone in your own world.
"I love you JJ" You whispered looking up at him.
"I love you more" He replied leaning in and kissing you, the two of you were separated by your friends.
"Think the nights coming to end don't you guys?" Pope questioned smiling at JJ, he smiled back, grabbing your hand.
"Lets get our honeymoon started wife" He spoke smirking as he pulled you away from the others into the night.
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inspo from a combination of lana del rey's brooklyn baby and the youtube short film virgo proof of concept with rudy and drew. will be using their names from the film; jonah (drew), and eli (rudy). kinda writing as i go here may turn out to be more than one parts.
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it all started with two best friends moving to new york on a whim to become musicians. and at the beginning it went pretty smoothly until the cash stopped flowing because neither boys could carry a tune and they started to sound like a second rate cover band. so they decided they needed a lead singer. eli insisted on a girl lead, jonah just called him a horndog so he could screw her between gigs and practices. jonah also wanted to keep the group a guy thing. "if it's a girl she'll just leave after one of us fuck her. guys keep things simple." the arguing continued for a while.
"jonah for the love of god dude. just pick someone, we've sat through like twenty auditions." the shorter of the two groaned whilst running his hands through his already disheveled hair. "relax bro, it has to be the right person. unless you wanna go another week without electricity?" jonah just shrugged. "whatever man, was that the last one? because i needa go to the store, i'm out of cigarettes." the blond pulled out his own pack to see he had one left. "shit, me too."
(y/n) was just the opposite of the two boys; going to college at nyu for (insert your major choice), managed an actual part time job, she was just all around a different type of person than them. (y/n) worked at one of new york's many coffee shops littered throughout the city. she goes to a cafe everyday, while they go to bars everyday.
the girl sat at a bar stool by the counter reading a textbook. her (y/h/c) hair pulled into a loose bun on the top of her head. the cafe itself was quiet with one or two customers sitting in the back. i think i'm paranoid by garbage (insert your own song choice) playing on the speakers. "you hijack the speakers again?" (y/n) looked at her coworker who had just walked in. "how could i not? when i got here jessica had on elevator music atticus. elevator music. i'll let that sink in." the boy rolled his eyes while he tied his apron. "you and your angry girl music." before she could answer the doorbell rang and they both scrambled to their right places. "welcome to blissful brew, how can I help you this afternoon?" (y/n) took the order of the girl who had walked in.
"alrighty so that's a shaken espresso with oat milk, two shots of caramel, a shot of vanilla, and mocha; that'll be $3.75 and aatticus we'll get you at the other end of the counter. thank you, have a nice day." (y/n) checked her phone as the customer walked away with their drink. it read 6:26, she clocked out at 7:30. "oh god i don't want to go to the store.' the girl groaned as she gathered her stuff up. "just go to that convenience store close to your dorm." she looked at her friend. "that place is mostly booze atti." "does it really matter that much if it will make due?"
"ugh your right." (y/n) did exactly that on her way way back to her college dorm. "good afternoon mr. perez." she smiled as she walked through the door. "dear girl it is by far into night by now." she shook her head at the older man as she placed her earbuds in.
you say that i'm messing with your head (third song above) all 'cause i was making out with your friend
(y/n) soon got distracted from her surroundings by humming to the beat of the song as she went aisle to aisle.
"look all i'm saying is man i don't think this should be this hard." eli denounced while they proceeded through the small store.
"love hurts whether it's right or wrong i can't stop 'cause I'm having too much fun"
"yo eli what was that?" jonah looked at his friend after hearing the echos of singing. "bro i don't know you're probably going through withdrawal or some shit like that and seeing shit." the blond just shrugged off the other man. "no dumb ass i'm not going through withdrawal and i'm not seeing shit, listen!"
"you're on your knees begging, "please, stay with me but, honestly i just need to be a little crazy"
"oh i heard that." eli's mouth formed an "o". while jonah smacked him upside the head. "and that my friend, sounds like someone singing to me." eli looked at him like he just said the dumbest thing in the world. "dude am i right? or am i right? because last time i checked, you specifically said you did not want a female lead. and that my friend is the sound of a girl singing." he used jonah's own words against him.
"all my life i've been good but now I'm thinking, "what the hell" all i want is to mess around and i don't really care about
if you love me, if you hate me you can't save me, baby, baby"
"okay i admit i did say that, but this chick sounds pretty good." both boys turned around to follow her but she was gone. eli ran out of the store chasing after the girl walking down the sidewalk. "hey! wait!" (y/n) stopped abruptly hearing the noise and turned around. "i'm sorry?" the look she gave eli caused jonah to laugh almost out loud. almost. "look chick we need a lead singer for our band, and we heard you. what do you say you audition?" "chick? audition? excuse me?" jonah rolled his eyes at eli's now failing attempt.
"look, he can really play the guitar, and i can play the drums, but if we had a singer we'd be something. and you can really sing. i know because we heard you." her cheeks turned crimson at the thought of them listening to her sing. "um as appealing as his first request was, i have classes and a job."
the two traded looks before looking back at the girl. "one audition. play one song with us, and then tell us why you can't be in the band." something told jonah he got her to cave as he listened to her sigh defeatedly. "i work at a coffee show, blissful brew, both of you be there tomorrow at 4:00, please don't be late." but as (y/n) walked away even quicker she was shaken because she just struck a deal with two very atrractive men. both who seemed to be the very epiphany of what she tried to stay away from.
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TW: Smut. DIRTY TALK. Language. Public sexual acts. Dom!Rudy. 
SUMMARY: A cast Christmas party sends you and Rudy in a game of seduction, all to see who will break first... 
WORD COUNT: 3000
REQUESTED
Pankowperfection asked
Can I get a super super super teasing Rudy/JJ (up to you who) but I’m talking like lots of dirty talk, lots of build up, touching but not enough to get you anywhere, and he just won’t give in until you beg for it. And when he finally gives in he just absolutely wrecks you 🙈
Thanks in advance, love your work so so much ❤️ 
Beg 
The games of seduction had begun even before you left your shared apartment. A simple dress, nearly a sheet over the figure that wore his fingerprints well, had kept him at bay in the doorway of the bathroom. But just as he struggled to keep himself from pinning you to the bed and giving you both an excuse for being late, you fought that same pulsation between your legs. All because of the way he kept those two buttons open at the top of his dress shirt and those eyes trained to you with the usual mischief dripping in the descent of his gaze. 
"Goddamn..." He groaned as you bent over him to reach your necklace set beside the sink. Both purposely and purposefully, you set it in his line of sight. This silent invitation of needing his assistance, although you could have connected the clasp quickly and securely, was enough of an initiation for him to understand as he cocked his jaw. 
"We COULD show up a bit later..." He spoke against your neck as you smirked. 
"That's what you said for Drew's party...we STILL have to give him the gift that got left on the table..." He bit his bottom lip in the memory of how that very gift was forced to the floor as he rutted into you on the table's surface. 
"Maybe just a kiss then? To hold me over?" 
"And THAT is what you said for the Halloween party we didn't get to..." 
"Not my fault you decided not to wear panties under your costume..." He guided your face to him as your back had remained pressed to his chest. Your eyes locked to his as he teased your lips with a kiss, only to taunt you. 
"Not a complaint..." 
"You only knew that because it was more than a kiss...like it always is..." You teased as he nodded. But he was indifferent to any words as his fingers were already in a crusade down your curves. If his touch didn't promise that incomparable release, you would have been able to push him off of you so easily. But the memory of each and every sensation he left behind was enough to send your eyes closed while you felt him grin in victory against your cheek. 
"Any chance you're wearing the same thing as that night?" But just before he would learn of the consistent choice of going commando, you withdrew from his fingers. 
"We have to make an appearance." 
"No promises I'll keep my hands to myself...I WILL find out, baby..." 
"I'd be disappointed if you didn't." You teased a kiss and left his proximity and therefore the ability for him to pull you back to bed as you moved to the car. His hand was immediate in the parting of your legs. But the way you tightened your thighs had been enough of a reason for him to learn this had been an initiation of your game. 
"The harder you fight it.. the easier it will be to see my effect on you.. " He explained in your ear as he slipped the coat from your shoulders. 
"Even easier since there's no obstructions..." You turned to face him, finding his eyes already dilated to optimum intrigue as he tensed his teeth while your fingers ran up the lines of his muscles visible beneath the tight fabric. 
"It would be so easy for you to just slip your fingers inside of me at any time...but they don't have us sitting next to each other...Guess you’ll have to wait and behave…" You explained when noticing how they had the couples sitting across from one another instead. 
"I don't need my fingers...my foot can do enough.. " To this, you feigned surrender, before kissing his cheek to act as if you were parting. 
"Oh, but I much prefer your tongue..." You slipped away taking your seat, as he glared in your cruel distance. 
Through dinner, you both teased conversational intrigue in your friends, while using it as a means of a distraction to each other. Where you wanted to make an excuse to find release in the closest closed door, you found the delayed gratification that much more satisfying in knowing that release would be that much more worth it. He seemed to share this as those dazzling blue irises only darkness with lust whenever he caught you looking at him or you found him ready devoting his focus to you. 
"Present time!" Madelyn exclaimed in the beginning of the secret Santa exchange she has orchestrated synonymous to the previous year. But as the gifts had been opened, Drew gifting Austin some custom drumsticks and Carlacia having given Chase a set of concert tickets from one of his favorite bands, you focused solely on Rudy. The way his hands pulled your hips into his lap, enough to feel the gift you would unwrap later. 
"You move even a centimeter and I'll make sure they see what's so fucking tempting about making us late all the time." He threatened over your shoulder as you smirked, 'adjusting'. 
"All those little noises you make for me..." He traced circles on your thigh. Unabashed boldness in each motion as you were tempted to shift and pull him higher. The need for his touch was growing by every torturous second of the small kisses made on the back of your shoulder. But it was the gaze of his teeth that altered those borderline sweet thoughts to ones where you were both dripping with sweat. 
"Do you think they know how hard you can take me? How you're willing to make me come whenever? Wherever?" Your eyes rolled shamelessly, in complete disregard to anyone who could see. Luckily, nobody seemed ro. 
"Do you think they know you like it from behind with your hair pulled and your ass slapped until you can't sit for days?" 
"Rudy..." You took hold of his wrist. 
"I swear to God I could make you come right here on my thigh. You wanna ride it don't you?" You slowly nodded. 
"I can feel how wet you are for me just sitting on my leg....guess I know the answer about those panties..." 
"Rudy?" Drew addressed him as you were parted as he orchestrated some festive game among friends. Trivia turned into reminiscent remarks and stories of this latest season of filming. But with alcohol holding an effect on your shared group of friends, you were able to act out in brazen necessity. Even if this only meant you were set at his side with a leg wrapped over his thigh, fingers dancing on his chest, and a breath in his ear. It was enough for you both to be near breaking weak. 
"You regret it don't you?" He asked, turning to face you as you had been fully consumed by lust. Prior to now, you hid everything being a smirk or falling gazes. But now, you were doing everything but grinding into him. Even teasing his neck with your tongue between kisses that climbed and descended along his skin. 
"Hmm?" Your vibrations made his dimples form in a quick grin. 
"Coming?" 
"Could have fucked you out of that dress by now, better yet, in it..." 
"Rudy-" 
"You're getting a bit desperate aren't you baby? Still want my tongue?" You nodded as you watched him lead your hand to his lips. But instead of offering any form of release, he was sweet. A kiss set on the outskirts of a recent fist had only been taunted by a brush of his tongue. 
"Rudy..." You softly berated him, doing so as more of a whine than a means to scold him. 
"You wanted to be the one to make an appearance. So you better keep them up. No matter how fucking desperate you are for me to get you off right now. You don't get to feel anything until you beg me for it." 
"Please..." 
He scoffed, "Not that easy baby...I mean on your knees. Looking up at me like you know I like..." 
"Then let's go home." 
"Not yet-" 
"Rudy...." 
"You made me wait. Torturing me in this little dress you know won't survive the night the second we're alone. All those dirty little words and eyes shooting to my cock, yeah baby, I noticed." You swallowed hard with anticipation. 
"And your little teasing. Yeah baby...I'm gonna make this one last..." He pulled you from his lap and kept a distance from you until it was time to dance. Prior to the reconnection, however, his eyes remained on you at every point within the party. 
"You want me to beg?" You asked as his hands stayed at your hips while you swayed beneath . His body breaking weak from his aforementioned stubbornness by your motions alone. Your chest colliding with his own in gentle rest and retraction with the breathlessness of a dance move. The taunt of your fingers drawing sultry lines down his tight chest. And the glide of your curved ass against his seam, perpetually tight whenever you were present. 
"Baby-" 
"Careful, Rudy...sounds like you're the one who is about to beg..." 
"You sound better when you do..." He explained as you smirked, feeling him almost cower into you as his nails embedded into your curves as you turned back to face him. 
"You want me to beg for you baby?" You asked into his ear. "I thought you liked to hear it  when I was riding you..." 
"You better-" 
"Stop? Why would I do that when you're so hard. My God, baby...you could split me in half..." 
"I tend to." You moved to and from him in continued seductions of this dance before crossing a line. Covered by the darkness of the VIP area of the club, you lifted your dress just high enough to expose your bare ass. Turning to observe him fully, you saw him advancing towards you. 
"Enough of your fucking teasing." He growled before pulling you towards your group of friends at the bar. 
"Gotta go teach this little vixen a lesson." You berated his words as he slapped you on the ass. You were pulled from the club and to his car, unable to reach for the handle before you were thrust up against the door. 
"I might not have your hips to torment you with like you know they do to me. But I have my own methods..." He teased while turning you to face the car. 
"You're gonna wanna hold onto something." He explained while dropping to his knees. 
"Rudy-" 
He slapped your ass. "You only get to scream my name from here on out. Anything else and I'll just use you to make up for teasing me all night..." He bit into your exposed cheek in a playful grip as you smirked. 
"Let me make you feel good. I don't want to have to be mean..." You responded in the moan forced as a result of his tongue taking you from behind. Your opening left quivering as he moaned to that familiar taste. He would bend you forward to reach your clit, his tongue reminding you why it was a favored expansion of him. 
"That's it baby, ride my tongue like you've wanted to all night." You rushed your hand through his hair, pulling on the tousled strands from your recent dance, as he smirked against you. 
"Rudy-" 
"Had enough?" He patronized as you nodded. 
He stood behind you, but only to now move to the driver's side of the car. 
"Get in." 
You obeyed, but became confused as he had begun to drive. Without caring to wipe you from his mouth, he beamed with pride while pulling from the lot and toward your apartment. As your fingers began to climb to silence the lack of satisfaction he abandoned, he hit your hand away. 
"You touch anything wet and you don't get to come at all tonight baby." 
"Rudy!" 
"You could have been taken care of before even going to the party and you insisted...and you kept wanting to play games...so now...you're going to endure MY turn." 
"I'm so wet..." 
"I'm well aware. And sweet, too." He licked his lips as the car came to a rest. He moved to the door promptly, taking his time with the keys as you reached to kiss him. But he would only push you against the door with the weight of his body. 
"I want this dress off in two seconds flat-" Your eyes looked to the open hallway. 
"Someone could see, Rudy..." 
"It's only fair to warn them, 'cause they're definitely going to hear you baby, all night long." He pressed his palms to the door. 
"Now. Off." You swallowed hard before obliging. The satin fell ignored at your ankles as he turned you to the door. 
"You're making a mess already and I haven't even been inside of you yet..." He scoffed. 
"Fingers. Please, Rudy." 
"I think you're wet enough...God knows you're already desperate for it." You groaned. "Don't worry…I'm not gonna make you wait another second." The door came open and closed in the same force. Your body was taken to the counter set just off center of the entrance as you were bent over the surface. 
"Please!" He growled to your plea. 
"THAT is all I want to hear. You don't even have to tell me how good it feels...you squirting will do that...and you don't have to tell me when you're coming because I know that clench and those sounds better than anything else...But," The climb his hands made as he spoke now stationed sphere he pleased. The dominant grasp on your neck tightened in dominance as the second unclasped and disposed of your bra as you were left completely bare for him. 
"Don't get me wrong. I still want to hear it." He bent you forward, his belt disconnected from its buckle as his cock was removed and set at a tease. 
"You want it like this?" You clawed into the countertop, "I don't even have to ask, do I?" He breathed a single quick exhale as he bottomed out within you in a sole swallow made by your sex. 
"Fuck!" 
"Beg for it. Beg for it like you've been doing all night. But this time, with my cock already buried inside you." His fingers moved from your hip to your hair as he pulled you flush against his chest. That gripped remained as he undressed, leaving a few fumbled thrusts before he began a steady pace. 
"Yes! Please Rudy! Please fuck me!" 
"Oh, I will sweetheart." He growled into your shoulder before pounding into you. Your body was left in the evidence of each cruel grip and pained trace. He was every bit an animal as his teasing words had threatened. But still in such a way that brought pleasure beyond pain. You transcended and descended by his command, his fingers at your clit bringing the pleasure the quick tease of retraction would then deny. Your pleas would be the only sound to interrupt the slap of skin to skin until his abrupt withdrawal had you removed from your ecstasy. 
"Bedroom." He explained as you were lifted around him. But you weren't taken to the bed. Instead, the wall would be a means of support as he rooted himself into you by sinking you onto his cock. A hand to the back of your neck kept you in place as he groaned into you. 
"Acting like you never get fucked like this, guess I'll have to have you every way so I can jog your memory, baby." You gasped as he deepened his sensations. Where you came down to his base, taking his cock in fulfillment, his lips were at a tender appreciation of your breasts. But as you'd be lofted every so often, he silenced you in deep French kisses. 
"Done teasing me?" 
"For today." You smirked as he growled before taking you to the bed. 
"I can't get enough of this ass." He smacked the inflamed skin, raised from previous strikes, as you nodded. 
"Please!" 
"Wanna come this way?" You nodded. 
"Headboard. Now." You climbed to it, feeling his fingers interlace iver yours before he began again. Only now with vulgar depth and ungodly speed. The headboard was in competition to your waist in a consistent collision with his while you called for him. To stop. To go faster. To make you come. To not let it stop. You didn't know what you were begging for, but whatever it was, you were desperate for it. 
"Don't you wanna come for me?" 
"I am!" 
"Not how I want. Harder. Squiet all over your side of the bed baby...that way you remember, even sleeping, how I will win your little games every time." Your fingers wrapped harder around the metal as he made your eyes roll to that first rush of pleasure. 
"Keep coming!" 
"Rudy!" 
"Soak our sheets baby.. let me see how badly you've wanted this-" 
"PLEASE! PLEASSSEE!" 
"Look at that!" He forced your head to witness that sporadic spray. 
"Ru-dd-yyy!" You stuttered at the sight. 
"Oh my God, that's so fucking hot..I need to come inside you right now." 
"Yes!" 
"But only if you so that again...for me baby, keep squirting." Your eyes screwed closed. Overstimulation causing a discomfort, quickly quelled by a second orgasm rushing forward. 
"Beg one more time baby...one more time for me." He asked breathlessly as he fisted the headboard with white knuckles before shooting into you as you acquiesced. 
But the second you stilled, you were taken to the edge of the bed. 
"You've had a dirty mouth all night. Think it should be cleaned..." He motioned to his cock. Glistening with shared slick, you licked your lips and cleaned him off, furthering his own stimulation as he flexed into you. Wincing to the excess of pleasure before pulling you back to his mouth. 
"You're in for a long night." 
"Please..." You welcomed his threat with a mirrored smirk from his own as you were taken onto your back. 
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jjwantsme · 1 year
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I Wanna Be Saved!
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pairing: jj maybank x kook!reader
summary: in which he finally saves his favorite hoe. (part II to ‘Captain Save A Hoe’)
warnings: nsfw, lowercase intended, cussing, kiara still lowk being mean😭, slutshaming, promiscuous!reader, mentions of smut, kinda short
authors note: i love this little theory sm 🥲🥲🥲 thank yall for reading
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JJ looked zoned-out while John B went on about some stupid theory, a theory that he frankly didn’t care about. how could he care when hours earlier, his girl walked out on him?
okay, alright, she technically wasn’t his girl. but, in his mind, he was certainly her boy.
“JJ, are you even listening?” kiara looked at him with a face of annoyance.
“yeah, you were like, just straight up ignoring everything we said,” pope said in his monotone voice, only aggravating the boy in question even further
“everything is fucked, bro!” the blondie huffed, standing up off the couch as he shocked the other three teenagers. “y’all are confusing and annoying the shit out of me with this dumbass mystery thing, as if we’re in a fucking tv show! this is real life, okay?! we’re not gonna find fucking gold. listen, my favorite fucktoy walked out on me, okay, how the fuck am i supposed to pay attention?! also, i haven’t gotten high in, like, 25 hours and i’m getting withdrawals.”
the room stayed silent for a solid 6 seconds once JJ finished his stressed rant, the other teenagers looked at each other with their eyebrows raised. what the fuck was he talking about?
“uh, okay, let’s disregard the gold thing for a few minutes- what do you mean by ‘fucktoy’?” pope interrupted the silence, kiara nodding slowly in agreement to his statement.
JJ sighed and sat back on his spot on the couch, resting his forehead in his hands, “y/n, bro-“
“you fucked her?!” kiara exclaimed, her eyebrows furrowing in a mix of anger and confusion. “i literally told you that she was a bitch!”
“yo, don’t talk about her that way,” he lifted his head off his hands, “she’s actually cool, alright? i really, really like her.”
“so, then…what’s the problem?” john b shrugged slightly with raised eyebrows.
“that is the problem, dude! she’s pissed ‘cause we agreed on no actual feelings involved, but of course, i fucking folded.”
“such a bitch,” kiara mumbled, making JJ roll his eyes.
“i’m confused,” pope narrowed his eyes.
the boy groaned, “jesus, pope, how slow are you? she made me bust a couple times and now i’m ready for marriage!”
“woah-“
“look, J, you’ll get over her. there’s hundreds of hot girls on this island, you’ll be fine. now, can we please stay focused on becoming rich?” kiara spoke louder this time, cutting off pope’s shocked reaction to JJ’s explanation.
“whatever,” JJ mumbled as john b took the opportunity to plan out the next step to finding the mind-boggling gold.
they just didn’t get it.
maybe she is a hoe, JJ thought. maybe he was just another check off of the promiscuous girl’s list of dicks to suck. but, if she is a hoe, she certainly is his favorite.
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y/n groaned as she woke up in another man’s bed.
after leaving JJ, she was desperate to find someone as good as him- but, she had been failing miserably.
they never made her feel as good as he did, and probably never will. JJ was different.
sex with these men was just boring. sure, they weren’t bad, but none of them were the best. it was just plain old sex. but, with JJ, it was like her pussy was made for him.
she couldn’t keep entertaining all these other boys anymore. she needed a man, she needed her man.
so, she swallowed her pride and typed up a text. ‘missing the taste of you’, she sent to him.
she was shocked when her phone dinged shortly after. ‘yeah? i’m missing the feeling of you’, he replied back to her.
yeah. that settles it. her pussy was made for him.
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the teens continued their back and forth vulgar texts for the rest of the week. photographs of his dick being sent to her, voice memos of her cumming around a sex toy being sent to him.
‘i wanna see you again’, y/n said one day, and JJ would be idiotic to decline.
they agreed on a place and time. 2:00 AM in y/n’s bedroom. they clarified that there wouldn’t be much talking involved, they just wanted to feel each other’s bodies again.
he wanted to feel her juices pour onto his tongue as he pleasured her. she wanted to feel his cock stretching her out, she wanted to feel the mix of pleasure and pain.
so, there JJ was, exactly at 2:00 AM, in his favorite girl’s room.
there lips molded together in a heated makeout, his hands going down to grip her ass as they slowly moved towards the bed.
“wait, stop, wait,” JJ gasped out as he pulled away from the kiss when he felt her warm hand travel down his shorts. “we can’t do this, i’m sorry, but we can’t,”
“what? why?” she pulled her hands back as she looked at him with a face of confusion.
“because i still like you, y/n.”
her face fell as she sighed and stepped back, sitting on her bed. “yeah, i figured.” she sighed and looked down.
“look, y/n,” he situated himself in his shorts, trying his best not to focus on his raging hard-on, “i know that you have a boyfriend, but-“
“we broke up.” y/n cut him off when the words slipped from his mouth, making JJ’s heart stop.
“…what?” he breathed out, “really? wh-why?”
“i mean…sure, he was an okay boyfriend. but, he just…he just wasn’t you.”
JJ sucked in a breath at her words.
“i think i like you too, J.” she told him, just above a whisper.
“oh.” was all he could say, although in his mind he was celebrating her reciprocation.
“maybe…maybe we could go on a date or something?” she asked as she stood up again, walking towards him again.
“yeah, i…i’d like that,” he spoke quietly, cupping her face.
“i take back what i said,” he said, pecking her lips, “we can definitely do this.”
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the couple spent the night making love, one round after another.
her moans were music to his ears, it felt like a reward for every good thing he’d ever done.
he’d do a thousand good things if it meant he’d get to fuck her everynight.
they stayed in each other’s arms all morning long, tracing shapes on one another’s bare skin.
“JJ?” y/n whispered into his neck as the sun shined on them through her window.
“yeah?”
“thank you for saving me.
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ghostselena · 1 year
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Locked in for Love
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Pairing: Jj Maybank x Reader
Summary: Getting locked inside the chateau by the other pogues to make you both confess your feelings to one another.
Warnings: it's cheesy fluff, slight mention of sex towards the end! 18+
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please do not post this anywhere without permission, thank you!
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As the day wears on, you notice that your friends seem to be acting a bit strange. They keep giving you and JJ known looks, whispering to each other, and giggling behind their hands.
"What's going on?" you ask, feeling a bit confused.
"We're all just hanging out, having fun," John B says with a sly grin, beer in hand as the group relaxes back onto the small swing you all struggled to install earlier.
But you know there's something more to it than that. You can feel it in the air like there's a secret that everyone is in on except for you and JJ.
Eventually, the sun begins to set, and you start to pack up your things to head home. Your parents would kill you if you got came home late one more time, and you swore it would never happen again. But, before you can leave, the Pogues lock you and JJ inside his spare room.
With a quick turn you walk to the door and grip the handle, "Uhh guys, what's going on?" you demand, rattling the door handle.
"We're not letting you out until you both confess your feelings to each other," Sarah yells from the other side of the door, grinning from ear to ear.
You feel your face flush with embarrassment, and you glance over at JJ, who looks just as shocked as you. He was just trying to help you pack your things faster.
"I don't know what you're talking about," you stammer, letting go of the door and giving up, knowing it was no use.
But the Pogues aren't buying it. They start to chant "confess, confess, confess," and you can feel your heart racing in your chest.
fucking shit.
Your eyes locked with Jj's and he returns a small smile before talking.
“They locked us in here pretty good, huh?” He smiled over at you, walking over to you and leaning back against the wall next to you, arms crossed.
You let out a laugh, stretching your arms forward nervously, “I guess so” You grin, playing with your fingers nervously, avoiding his eyes with tinted cheeks.
You both start to laugh nervously, and you realize that maybe the Pogues have a point. Maybe there is something between you and JJ, something that you've both been too afraid to acknowledge.
His eyes met yours again and he smiled, "I guess I'll come clean then," he starts, slowly grabbing your hands in his, "I've had a crush on you for the longest time, shit, ever since you splashed your drink on me," he laughs, remembering the night so vividly.
You blushed in embarrassment and looked away, "it was an accident!" you quickly remind him, biting your lip as you prayed the floor would just open a hole and swallow you whole.
It was the night of the Midsummer's party, and JJ was looking his best in his tuxedo. He arrived, ready to get his friends to leave the party but they were a bit too tipsy to pay him any attention.
As he was making his way across the crowded dance floor, he suddenly felt something cold splash onto his jacket. He turned to see a beautiful girl with a sheepish look on her face. She apologized profusely, but JJ just laughed it off and told her it was no big deal.
You had just been introduced to the group by Sarah, and it was your first time meeting them all there, except from a now-soaked JJ who surely had met you in the worse circumstances. And as ashamed as you were for spilling your drink on him, you were slightly drunk. Without knowing, you had caught the attention of the boy, and yeah, he tried to play it cool, talking to other people and having a good time, but he found himself constantly glancing over at you throughout the night.
You both ended up bumping into each other several times, each time exchanging a few words and a smile.
"Still haven't washed that old ass tuxedo, I stole it from the thrift store," he whispers at the last part, winking down at you as he tried to lighten up the mood, "And I know we're friends and all, but I just had to tell you."
Your heart felt like it was about to burst out of your chest, the words leaving his lips sounded like a dream," I've chickened out too many times, but I'll come clean and confess that I've had the biggest crush on you for the longest," you quickly let out, feeling his arms wrap themselves around your waist.
He couldn't resist teasing you a little more. "So, are you finally going to admit that I'm the coolest guy you know?" he looks back down at you, your face now close to his as you looked up at him, "I mean, I guess..." you tease back at him, feeling his body vibrate as he chuckled," fair enough."
You were both quiet for a moment, just taking it all in. A huge weight has been lifted off of both of your shoulders. His hand had slid its way up to your chin, holding it softly, "Can I kiss you?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Your eyes sparkled with anticipation. "Please."
JJ leaned in slowly, savoring the moment. He placed his hands against your hair, pulling you closer. Your lips met in a gentle, tentative kiss that quickly turned into something more. He deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue against your bottom lip as he hoped you'd let him in. With a smile, you pressed yourself closer and let him explore your mouth with his tongue. He felt like he was floating, nothing else mattered to him at that moment. This was where he was meant to be, with the girl he's been crushing on.
He lost himself in the sensation of your lips on his. He tasted the sweetness of your mouth and felt your soft body against his. He could feel the heat building between the two of you, and he wanted more, had there not been others on the other side of that door.
With a soft whine, he pressed a shorter kiss against your lips, cupping your cheeks in his hand as he pulled away from you, forehead pressing against yours, "You're fucking amazing."
Before you could even speak, the door broke open and the sound of cheers ran into the room, "Fucking finally!" Kie yelled, tackling you into her arms as she pulled you from the grasp of the blonde boy, who quickly pulled you back towards him," Seriously guys?"
"You guys had us stressed the fuck out, it had to be done," John B laughs, pointing at the two of you with his hands, "Clearly, it worked."
Jj's eyes met yours once again, a wink following right after before he pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, pushing out his friends with one hand
"Gross." was the last mumble you heard before he locked the door back up and pressed your back against it, ready to ruin your makeup and show you what you've been missing.
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pankowperfection · 1 year
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Red
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Summary: JJ is irresistible in his red hat
Warnings: smut, ring kink, choking, semi public sex, exhibition kink if you squint, 18+
That damn red cap. JJ Maybank always looked effortlessly hot, faded cut off shirt framing the long lines of taut muscle on his arms, giving a small preview of his toned back and chest. Cargo shorts hanging low on his waist, prominent v lines on display when he stretched his arms above his head. They guy already looked like a walking wet dream but today with that red baseball cap turned backwards, blonde hair peaking out of the sides, you couldn’t help but clench your thighs together at the sight of him.
Something about the backwards hat on him screamed trouble and all you wanted to do was drag him to the nearest dark room and let him fuck you silly. You waited for the rest of the pogues to go to bed, eyes darting to JJ every few minutes and letting your mind run wild. How would his calloused fingers feel over your bare skin? Would the contrast of his metal rings send shivers up your spine? What would your name sound like coming from his lips as he rutted into you again and again? By the time he announced he was going outside to smoke before bed your panties were soaked through, unable to wait any longer. “Hey J, mind if I join?” “Not at all y/n.”
Instead of smoking you had other ideas. As soon as the door to the Chateau had closed you turn and grab ahold of his shirt, shoving him down onto the bench behind him. Before he can react you straddle his waist, wrapping your arms behind his neck. “You look so good J, been driving me crazy all day.” Instinctively his hands grip onto your hips, pulling you tighter against the growing tent is his shorts. “Oh really?” He gives you a sexy smirk, blue eyes twinkling with all the ideas of things he could do to you. “You want this?” He grabs your right hand, wrapping it around his cock and letting you feel how hard he is for you. Your eyes threaten to roll from the small moan he lets out, twitching in your palm as you start to stroke him. “Yes J, want you to fuck me.”
He wraps his arms around you and stands, laying you down on the cushions before hovering over your body. “God, you’re so sexy. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.” Wasting no time he pulls your shirt upo to reveal your naked breasts, thankful you had chosen not to wear a bra. As his tongue wraps around your nipple, hardened from the cool night breeze, his erection presses against your clit in the perfect way, a loud moan falling from your lips. “Shh baby, gotta be quiet. Don’t want to get caught, do we?”
“Please J. I need you.” He silences you with a kiss, tongue winding into your mouth as his ringed hand trails up your thigh under your skirt. When he feels how wet you are he moans against your lips, fingers teasing around your entrance before gliding up to rub circles over your clit. “What made you this wet cupcake? Never thought you’d come to me for relief.” He continues to tease, sucking dark bruises into the tan skin of your neck as two fingers dive inside of you. “Oh god. It’s the hat J, you look s-so sexy. Please.” Your head falls backwards, muscles tensing as your high races closer. “I’ll remember that,” he whispers by your ear, warm breath making you shiver.
Just as you’re about to fall over the edge he withdraws, a whine falling from your lips but quickly replaced by a moan when you feel his cock teasing your entrance. He slowly slides in, blue eyes locked on your face as your jaw goes slack on a moan, eyes falling shut and lashes fanning across your cheeks. “Open your eyes baby. Want you to watch me fuck you in this hat you love so much.” You force your eyes open, wetness surging at the sight of him resting on his muscular arms, abs rippling as he thrusts in and out of you slowly. “Harder J,” you groan out, nails digging into his skin. “As you wish,” he smirks, wrapping his ringed hand around your throat and pulling your legs up over his shoulders.
He sets a brutal pace, lightly choking you as he pistons in and out hard enough to shake the bench. “Thus what you wanted baby? Wanted me to fuck you senseless where anyone could catch us? See how needy you are for me?” He leans down to kiss you roughly again, teeth chasing as his free hand winds into your hair and tugs hard enough to burn, making you suck in a shaky breath. “Fuck, yes J. Just like that.” Your hands glide to his ass, eagerly forcing him deeper.
“Come on y/n, cum for me.” His left hand finds your clit, rubbing harsh circles as he somehow speeds up. “Oh god,” you moan, back arching as the first wave of your release washes over. Seeing and feeling you fall apart beneath him does JJ in, rhythm faltering as he fills you with his release. He softly strokes the hair out of your face, pulling the hat off his head and placing it in yours. “Red suits you,” he smiles, helping you sit up before passing you the joint he had rolled earlier.
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rafesangel · 1 year
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dating jj headcanons plss
DATING JJ MAYBANK HEADCANONS
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JJ as your boyfriend headcanons <3
pairings : JJ Maybank x Kook!Reader
Warnings : jealousy , fluff
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cuddling, ALOT of cuddling
shares his joints with you
places hickeys all over your neck so everyone knows you’re his
he gets jealous very easily
stays close to u at partys
gets mad when he sees u talking with Rafe
spends his money on gifts for you
your family adores him
movie nights at your house
he hates it when ur upset
angry sex.
loves seeing you in his clothes
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mrsstarkey1 · 1 year
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sick day - jj maybank
summary: JJ takes care of you when you’re sick
word count: 0.9k
warnings: none
You'd been laying on the couch for hours, removing your blankets and pulling them back over you every two minutes. Your head was pounding, your nose was stuffed up, your whole body ached, and it exhausted you to even open your eyes at this point.
In the middle of what felt like your millionth coughing fit, you heard your front door open and close, "y/n, are you here?" a voice called from the other side of the house, and you immediately recognized the voice as JJ's.
"In the living room," you called out as loud as you could, your voice low and raspy.
JJ looked at you with a frown, curled up on the couch, tissues all over you and the coffee table. Your hair was all over the place, unwashed and tangled. You looked absolutely miserable.
"Baby why didn't you call me?" he sat on the edge of the couch by your stomach and placed his hand on your forehead, checking for signs of a fever. "Y/n, you're burning up," he said, concern laced heavily in his voice.
"I didn't want to worry you," you said, sitting up as much as you physically could. "I'm fine, JJ, " you said with a forced smile.
He tilted his head, giving you a look. You both knew now that he was here, he wouldn't leave until you felt better, "have you eaten anything?"
You shook your head and he stood up quickly, “does soup sound good? Maybe some crackers too?”
You nodded, giving him a real smile this time, “sounds perfect.”
JJ came back a couple minutes later, worried look still plastered on his face. “Want me to turn on the TV?” he offered, searching for any way to make you feel better.
You nodded weakly, “sure. Vampire Diaries?” you suggested with a small smile.
JJ chuckled, picking up the remote, “always.”
JJ pressed play on episode one and pressed a short kiss to your head, “I’ll be right back with your soup, baby.”
Only a few minutes later, he brought the soup to you on a tray, setting it down on your lap carefully. You sat up and your whole body ached from the movement. You hated feeling like this; so sick and helpless. You had to admit though, JJ being at your beck and call wasn’t the worst thing in the world.
“Thank you, JJ,” you said with a grateful smile, bringing the spoon-full of soup up to your lips.
As you ate your soup, JJ grabbed a trash bag and silently picked up all the dirty tissues. You smiled to yourself as you watched him. He grabbed you a new blanket, and put the other one in the wash along with the basket of dirty clothes that was in your room. "You didn't have to do that," you told him as he exited your laundry room.
"I wanted to," he said sincerely.
After he’d cleaned up your space and done what he could to make your life easier, he sat down on the floor with his back against the couch.
You frowned at his choice of seating, “there’s room on the couch, you know,” you said, an asking tone in your voice.
JJ turned back toward you and grinned, “I didn’t know if you’d want me all up in your space.”
You gave him a look and held out your arms to him, "do you know me? Come here." JJ obliged immediately, positioning himself behind you, arms wrapping around you comfortably.
You stayed in the same position for hours, watching Vampire Diaries when your eyes were open. Your head began to hurt after staring at the TV so long, and you turned yourself around to face JJ. “You okay?” he asked worriedly, eyes scanning your face, mere inches from his.
“Mhm, just tired,” you mumbled, shifting in his arms to get comfortable. You rested your head against his chest, eyes fluttering shut. “Thank you, JJ. For being here for me,” you said into his shirt, squeezing him tightly.
He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, “no where else I’d dream of being. I just hate seeing you feel bad,” he said softly, and you could hear the sincerity in his voice.
"You being here has improved my health already," you said, leaning up to kiss his jaw instead of his lips, not wanting to get him sick.
You spent the rest of the day with JJ cuddled on the couch, feeling better with every passing minute.
The night came quickly, and you had been drifting in and out of sleep for hours already. “You should sleep in your bed, baby,” JJ spoke softly in your ear, rubbing your back.
You nodded against his chest, pushing yourself up off the couch with every ounce of strength you had. JJ helped you up, wrapping an arm around your waist for support. He took you upstairs and put you in your bed carefully, pulling the covers over you. He flipped your lights off before climbing into bed with you. You wrapped your arms around him instantly, burying your head into his neck.
"Thank you for today. Don’t know what I’d do without you,” you mumbled into JJ’s skin after a couple moments.
He ran his fingers up and down your arm mindlessly, “good thing you’ll never have to find out,” he said softly, pressing a kiss to the side of your head.
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