He was reckless, impulsive, loud as hell, and a certified menace to society, sure. But he wasn’t dumb.
He could fix a boat engine blindfolded. Knew every street on the island like the back of his hand. Had survival instincts that would put a Navy SEAL to shame. And yet—yet—his friends, usually halfway to wasted, loved to throw around the word like it didn’t mean anything.
“Bro, you didn’t even know Vermont was a state.”
“Because I don’t care, John B!” he’d yell back, flipping him off with a beer in one hand and a joint in the other.
It was all jokes. Harmless. Mostly.
But tonight?
Tonight you were drunk and in love and ready to fight.
The group was huddled around a fire, laughter spilling into the humid night, bodies tangled across chairs and blankets, bottles clinking every five seconds. JJ had just tried to explain something (god knows what) about how birds definitely control the government, and Pope—sober enough to function, just drunk enough to be a little bold—laughed and said, “Bro, you are literally so dumb sometimes, it’s unreal.”
You froze mid-sip of your drink.
JJ laughed it off, shoulders shaking like it didn’t hit. But you saw the flicker in his eyes. That half-second of ow before he masked it with a grin.
And that? That pissed you off.
You stood, wobbled, pointed your finger at Pope with dramatic flair.
“Don’t.”
Everyone turned.
Pope blinked. “What?”
“Don’t call him dumb.” You hiccuped. “He’s not dumb. He’s just…he’s just…” You spun to face JJ, who looked confused and amused and maybe a little scared.
You pointed at him now. “You’re not dumb, baby.”
JJ, already grinning: “Thanks, mama.”
You whipped back to Pope, swaying like a palm tree in a hurricane. “He’s just a little behind sometimes. That’s different. That’s like... like when a computer freezes but it’s still a good computer, you know?”
John B choked on his drink.
“I’m a good computer,” JJ whispered proudly, eyes wide with adoration.
“Exactly!” you shouted, throwing your arms up like you’d just won a case in court. “My baby is a good computer! Sometimes he needs to, like, buffer! But he still got, like, all the tabs open in there. He just—he needs a second, okay?”
Kiara was howling.
Pope tried not to laugh. “I didn’t mean it like that, I just—”
“No!” you shouted. “He makes you laugh. He’s brave as fuck. He’d fight a bear for y’all. And he remembers my coffee order every single time, even when I forget it. That’s not dumb. That’s, like, boyfriend genius.”
JJ, completely smitten: “I am a boyfriend genius.”
“You are,” you nodded, stumbling over to him and practically flopping into his lap. “You’re my little genius baby.”
He wrapped his arms around you like it was second nature. “Say it again.”
“My. Little. Genius. Baby.”
“God, I love you,” he muttered into your neck.
You sat up straight, raising a finger again for dramatic emphasis. “And if anyone calls him dumb again, I’ll fight. I’ll fight all of you. I boxed for two weeks in middle school. Don’t test me.”
At that point, everyone was laughing too hard to respond. Even Pope threw his hands up in surrender. “Okay, okay! He’s not dumb! He’s… buffering.”
JJ kissed your cheek. “Thanks for the antivirus, babe.”
You giggled, melting into him. “Anything for my high-speed internet boyfriend.”
And that was it. The conversation moved on, the fire crackled, the beers kept flowing—but JJ couldn’t stop smiling for the rest of the night.
Summary : How sad it is to believe in him when he isn’t even capable of believing in himself.
Warnings : /
Writers notes : English is not my native language; please excuse me if there are any mistakes or awkward phrasing.
JJ Maybank x fem!reader
“What the hell is this?! ”
JJ burst into your tiny, crappy studio, furious.
The door slammed against the wall, leaving a mark from the handle.
You jumped on the couch—which doubled as your bed—hand on your chest, terrified by the fear he’d just thrown at you.
“ What’s going on? ”
“ Why the hell do I have a Harvard recruiter at my door?! ”
Ah.
You wanted to smile proudly, but JJ’s angry glare froze you.
You didn’t really get why.
He was pissed, and it showed. His eyes, normally so blue, were dark, signaling the storm about to hit.
And it was aimed at you.
His messy hair stuck up like he’d run his hands through it a hundred times.
The smell of weed was stronger than usual, and he was clenching his fists.
The same stance he took when some kook pushed him too far and a fight was coming.
But this time… the “enemy” was you.
“ They got your application? ”
A small smile escaped you.
“I didn’t want you to send it!”
He tossed the folder onto the tiny coffee table.
“ Without asking me first!”
He was raging. He didn’t want this. He’d told you.
“I asked for your permission! So many times, JJ! And you ignored me!”
You started yelling too, not understanding his reaction.
“ I’ve got my reasons! ”
“What reasons? Are you crazy?”
You laughed, but it wasn’t a happy laugh.
“Do you wanna ruin your life stuck here?”
That wasn’t your business, damn it.
“You’re smart, JJ. You’ve got good grades! The guidance counselor asked for recommendation letters for you!”
Why didn’t he get that you were doing all this for him?
JJ hadn’t had it easy, his dad telling him since he was a kid that he was worthless.
But he was so much more than that.
He had an above-average IQ, didn’t need to study for class. The only thing holding him back was skipping, and even then, he had an 18 average.
“Kiara’s going into marine biology, Pope’s going into medicine…” you started.
No point in reminding him that next year, the Pogues wouldn’t all be together.
He didn’t want to watch that collapse.
“It’s their life! If they wanna leave, fine. But it’s not mine!”
The dean had already told him he could go to any university he wanted, that he believed in him. Staying here would only bury him deeper.
He deserved more than this.
Damn it.
“I don’t get why you want me to go to Harvard!”
“Because you deserve it! You’re meant to do great things.”
“Fuck… I can’t believe this…”
He took a deep breath, hands trembling with anger. He rubbed his face with both palms, eyes seeing a thousand colors behind his eyelids.
“You’re worth more than this shitty place. You deserve to get out of here.”
You whispered, not daring to go near him. He stayed silent a moment.
Maybe to let the idea sink in that… yeah, maybe…
“How do you know? It’s my life, not the one you imagine!”
It was true, it was his life, not yours.
“I… I just thought you needed a little push.”
“Fuck, but we’re just fucking, T/P!”
Ouch.
“You’re acting like we had a conversation that we never had. Like you could leave your stuff at the castle, show up out of nowhere, or do my fucking laundry!”
He was hurting you, he could see it in the fading light in your eyes.
But he couldn’t stop.
“We’re not dating, damn it! Fuck somewhere else and go help someone who thinks they need it!”
Everything inside you went dark.
You had never pretended that JJ loved you, even if you hid your feelings deep inside.
Maybe not deep enough.
You slept together from time to time, and he had never said anything when you took care of his stuff. He had always seemed to appreciate your unexpected visits, even if it was just to spend time together.
You thought he enjoyed your shared moments as much as you did.
He didn’t.
He hated you for forcing his hand.
Because it confronted him with his fear of the future.
He was scared.
“You know what? You’re right, I’m sorry.”
You laughed without joy, lowering your head onto your socks, your hair hiding your face.
He had gone too far, he knew it, but there was no turning back.
“I’m sorry for thinking that you needed help to see how good you are, JJ. Life hasn’t been kind to you, you’re battered, and your father is a son of a bitch, I know it. Everyone thinks you’re just a Cut thug, but many see further than that, me first. Your friends also think life elsewhere will be better, knowing that here will always be home when they come back.”
You stepped closer, placing your cold hands on his cheeks.
JJ let you, touched by your words but not showing it. He had already had this discussion with the Pogues; only John B and he had imagined staying here forever.
Hanging out, drinking, smoking…
Utopia.
“But in the end, you’re just a coward.”
He tried to pull away, but you forced him to stay facing you, your eyes locked on his so that he could see your sincerity.
He had always seen you as the girl a little too sweet, the one who never dared to say no.
He had liked that too: a bit of softness in his shitty life.
Yet what he saw in your eyes now was foreign to him.
Just like the wicked grin on your face, the venom spilling from your lips.
“You’re afraid of what the future holds, so you settle for being poor JJ Maybank, like your father. You let the kooks and other shit think you’re worthless. That you’ll end up a junkie like your father, picked up early in the morning because you slept on the sidewalk.”
“Fuck, shut up!”
“You’re a waste, JJ. Such a waste!” you lamented as you let go. “You have what it takes to get out, but you prefer to play the victim because it’s easier. But you know what? I deserve better. I don’t deserve to be treated like shit or to be just your fucktoy.”
You grabbed his application, pressing it on his chest.
“You’re right. Keep being a disappointment, it’s easier, isn’t it?”
He looked at you, clenching his jaw, and your sharp stare upset him.
Fuck, why?
Not knowing what to say, he turned and slammed the door behind him.
You crossed JJ Maybank off your list that night.
You had fought behind his back to send his application everywhere, writing his essay for him. You had a good level too.
Maybe you hoped to go to school together, but he had made it very clear you were nothing to him.
Fine.
He would only become a memory for you.
“Dude!”
John B’s voice echoed throughout the castle, and JJ grimaced at being woken so abruptly in his hammock.
He hadn’t liked your fight that morning. Too much truth coming out of your mouth.
The castle had been his only refuge. The joint and the beer, his best companions.
“HARVARD!”
John B arrived above him, shaking the application in his hands.
“That’s awesome! We have to go celebrate this!”
The blond barely opened his bloodshot eyes, and John B realized there was a problem.
“Why do I feel like you’re not happy about it?”
He looked at the burnt joint on his friend’s t-shirt, the beers at his feet he hadn’t noticed.
“Did you celebrate this without us?”
Fuck.
“I’m not going.”
John B recoiled, surprised by JJ’s sharp tone.
“Wait, what? This is an amazing opportunity!”
Anger surged in him all at once. Why was he the only one who understood that this would be the end of the Pogues?
“Kiara and Pope will come back every vacation!”
John B leaned against the railing. “You’re not the only one scared we’ll all be separated.”
Maybe he’d spoken out loud after all.
“Sarah’s going to college too, but it’ll be fine!”
“Yeah, sure…”
“You’re lucky to have a future ahead of you!”
“My future is here! We were supposed to stay together before they… all bail!”
JJ exhaled the smoke from his joint with disdain, his dark gaze fixed on the marsh.
“It won’t change anything! I’ll work for Pope’s dad with Cleo. The castle will always be here.”
John B stared at him, before understanding:
“This is about T/P? I’m sure she…”
“I don’t give a fuck about her!”
John B furrowed his brow, surprised at the vehemence in JJ’s words.
JJ had never spoken about you like that.
“What the…?”
“It’s because of her, all this shit!” JJ stood up abruptly, his hands trembling, the joint clenched between his fingers.
He leaned against the railing too, eyes lost in the marsh.
Rage and fear mingled in his gaze.
“She submitted my application. She… filled out all this crap for me so…”
“For what, JJ? To give you a future?”
Fuck, he was getting involved too.
“My future is…”
“Bullshit! Wake up! A university wants you enough to come to you, and you say no?!”
No. No. No.
JJ let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head.
“And then what? I become a perfect finance bro? I become someone I’m not?”
“That’s better than staying here smoking and drinking like a dead rat, JJ. You can choose who you want to be by studying!”
Incredulous, he stared at John B, unable to understand how he could not see what he saw.
“I don’t intend to stay here either… I’ll take the diploma as an independent student, I’ll create something with Sarah…”
JJ felt anger burning in his chest. Everyone wanted to push him out, away from the castle, from what still belonged to him a little.
“So you’re all giving up?” he spat, his voice choked. “You’re saying the same bullshit as T/P!”
“Because she believes in you?”
“She thinks I’m scared! That I’m playing the victim of…”
“That’s exactly what you’re doing! Life’s screwed us from the start, but now it’s time to choose. I’m not going to stay the poor John B with a dead dad. I’m worth more than that, and I know it. You too, JJ.”
A heavy silence fell. JJ looked at the folder on the hammock, his fingers trembling, his chest tight. The truth hit him square in the face: he didn’t want anyone dictating who he should be… but if he could choose, maybe everything would be different.
JJ had a bad night that evening. And all the ones that followed.
He was used to you arriving late, always with a bag of salt-and-vinegar chips. Leaving hair ties scattered, sometimes even your underwear.
On his bed, he played with the drawstring of a hoodie you had forgotten, your scent still embedded in the fabric.
Fuck.
He had only screwed up. With you. With the Pogues. With his life.
Pope and Kiara had encouraged him to take the interview — which had actually gone well.
He grimaced as he put on a shirt, refusing to wear a tie.
He had been accepted. With a scholarship.
As he fiddled with the drawstring, he finally detached the little plastic tip, which slipped inside.
He hadn’t paid attention, but there was a hidden pocket. Digging around, he found a small piece of paper, which he took almost automatically:
“Thank you, universe, for showing him he’s worth more than he thinks.”
The damn bitch.
Even absent, you hurt him. His guilt crushed him a little more with each memory of the words he’d spat at you.
He missed you. In the end.
Hurriedly, he left his room, knocking over a chair with his foot. His heart pounded, every step pushing him toward you like a vital need.
Pathetic.
Out of breath, chest burning, he finally arrived in front of your building. JJ knocked on your door softly.
It was late at night; you must be asleep.
He tried again, with all the force of his frustration and regret.
“Y/N, open this damn door!”
Well, he wasn’t that calm after all.
“What’s going on?”
The neighbor opened the door, adjusting her glasses to see JJ better.
“Do you know what time it is?”
“I’m sorry, I…”
“She’s not here, there’s no point in knocking like that!”
Not here?
“She’s back to working nights?”
The neighbor stared at him, uncomfortable, as if telling her about your life weighed on her.
“No… she gave up her apartment last week.”
JJ froze, his heart tightening.
“She got accepted to the university. She had the opportunity to have on-campus housing… so she left.”
JJ stared at her, speechless.
“If you could leave now!”
Out of breath, JJ found nothing to say. His eyes fixed on the door, his mind unable to piece things together.
She didn’t wait, slammed the door, and the silence that followed hit like a hammer blow.
JJ found himself on the docks, a joint lit in his hand, still untouched.
What a bitch, you were.
You had planted the idea in his head that he was worth more than the Outer Banks.
That he had a bright future if only he dared to seize it.
That you believed in him.
That you had feelings for him.
And now, you were just leaving like that? Without a word?
“Fucking bitch.”
He might have laughed if the urge to cry hadn’t been so strong.
The pressure in his chest tightened as he remembered the smile you gave him every time, even though he hadn’t promised you anything.
Fuck, he should’ve promised you. Told you that yes, he was scared of losing his family, the one the Pogues represented for him. That he was afraid of failing and, in doing so, proving that asshole of a father right.
Deep down, he was terrified of not living up to what you believed in him. It was easier to give you no importance, no unnecessary expectations.
Except now, he found himself waiting for you.
Alone, on that damn dock, too quiet for him.
JJ had never been the type to let himself get carried away by revenge, not to the point of actually wanting to hurt someone.
Yeah, he’d had his run-ins with the Kooks: a broken nose here, some tires slashed there…
But what he felt for you was different. Far beyond that.
He was mad at you for leaving without a word, even though you owed him nothing.
What an idiot he was.
It was easier to be mad at you than to question himself.
You were offering him a future, but without you.
Leaving him alone to start this journey into higher education, unaware that this solitude would one day feed his resentment.
As he crushed his joint into the marsh, JJ felt the smoke rise like the anger he’d been holding back for weeks.
Now that he understood he cared for you more than he dared admit, he didn’t know what hurt more: losing you… or letting you slip away without ever showing you that you mattered.
So he kept it to himself, like the marsh held the reflection of the smoke.
And he waited, convinced that one day, it would be your turn to feel the weight of “too late.”
Thank Shameless, again.
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Warnings: suggestive, kissing, grief, lots of almost, exes to lovers, Pope makes an appearance, takes place right after John B and Sarah are presumed to be unalive
Word count: 2.4k
Mini summary: JJ is always there, even when it’s awkward OR the three times you and JJ almost had a moment to get back together and the one time you actually do
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The Chateau looks smaller than it used to.
Quieter. Like the life’s been sucked clean out of it and left behind in the sand.
JJ stands beside you on the porch, keys dangling uselessly from his fingers. He stares at the door like it might open on its own, like John B might come bounding out with that stupid grin and tell you it was all some sick joke.
“This fucking sucks,” he mutters.
His voice cracks on the last word.
You don’t think. You don’t weigh the fact that you’re not together anymore. You don’t remember the rules you made to survive the breakup. You just turn into him and press your face into his shoulder, arms wrapping around his middle like muscle memory never got the memo.
For a second, he goes still.
Then his arms come up, slow and careful, like he’s asking permission without saying it. One hand settles between your shoulders, solid and warm and real. The other curls into the back of your shirt like he needs the anchor as much as you do.
You breathe him in. Salt and sun and something familiar that makes your chest ache. This is what you needed. Somebody real. Somebody you care about. Somebody who cares about you enough to hold you without asking questions.
JJ rests his forehead against the top of your head.
Doesn’t say anything.
Just stands there holding you while the world keeps spinning without the two people who were supposed to be here.
When he finally lets go, it’s too soon. It always is.
But something has shifted.
Something you can’t put back where it belongs.
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You’re standing at the stove, barefoot, hair pulled back, the pan hissing quietly as you stir scrambled eggs that are mostly cheese and barely eggs. It’s nothing fancy. Just something warm. Something normal.
JJ wanders into the kitchen, half-asleep and hollow-eyed, hoodie sleeves pushed over his hands. He stops short when he sees what you’re doing.
“Holy shit,” he says.
You don’t look at him. “Relax. I’m not poisoning you.”
“That’s… not what I meant.” He rubs at his face, like he’s trying to wake himself up. “You’re, uh. Cooking. Like. On purpose.”
You snort softly, dumping in another aggressive handful of shredded cheese. “I’ve always known how to cook.”
“Yeah, well.” He leans against the counter, watching you now. Not even pretending not to. “You never cooked here.”
You pretend not to notice the way his gaze lingers. The way his voice goes a little quieter. You focus on the pan instead, on the way the eggs are coming together, even though your mouth is already tipping up into a smile you can’t quite stop.
“They’re scrambled eggs, JJ,” you say. “Not a personality trait.”
He huffs out a laugh. “I don’t know. This feels pretty life-changing.”
You finally glance over your shoulder. Catch him already looking at you. The moment stretches—just long enough to feel it—before you both look away at the same time.
You scoop the eggs onto plates and hand one to him. Your fingers brush when he takes it. Just barely. Enough.
He stills like you shocked him.
“Thanks,” he says, softer than before.
“Yeah,” you reply, just as quiet.
Neither of you moves for a second longer than necessary.
The eggs start to cool.
Your smile lingers anyway.
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It’s been a little over a week, which means you and JJ have figured out how to exist in the same space without actively falling apart. You talk. You joke. You don’t talk about the things you’re both very much thinking about.
He’s outside with the Twinkie again, legs stretched out, grease on his hands, muttering at the engine like it personally offended him.
You make the coffee without asking.
Strong. Too much salted caramel mocha creamer. The exact amount he pretends is “way too sweet” even though he drinks it every single time.
You step onto the porch and clear your throat like you’re announcing yourself even though he definitely knows you’re there.
“Uh—hey,” you say.
He glances up, squinting in the sun. “Hey.” Then he notices the mug. “Oh. Is that—?”
“Coffee,” you interrupt too quickly. “I just—there was extra. And you’re… here. Fixing. So.”
Smooth. Very cool.
He pushes himself up, wipes his hands on a rag, and takes the mug when you hold it out.
Your fingers brush.
It’s brief. Barely there.
You immediately step back like the porch might collapse beneath you. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to—”
“No, it’s fine,” he says at the same time, which somehow makes it worse.
There’s a beat. Then another.
He takes a sip. Pauses. Looks at the mug. Looks at you.
“…Is this the salted caramel one?”
You swallow. “I mean. Yeah. I didn’t know if you still liked it and I almost changed it but then I figured you’d complain either way so—”
He smiles. Not the easy one. The JJ smile. The crooked, knowing one that used to undo you.
“You got me hooked,” he says. “Kinda hard to quit.”
“Oh.” You nod, like that doesn’t land directly in your chest. “Right. Well. Good. I guess.”
Another sip. He hums quietly, pleased. “Still perfect.”
Your face is on fire. “It’s literally coffee.”
“Yeah, but,” he says, eyes flicking to you, “you always make it right.”
You shift your weight, suddenly too aware of everything—your hands, your feet, the way he’s looking at you like he’s enjoying this just a little too much.
“I should—go,” you say, even though you’re already stepping backward.
“You always do that,” he says, amused.
“Do what?”
“Retreat,” he replies. “Like you’re afraid the deck’s gonna bite you.”
“That’s not—”
Your heel catches. You stumble.
JJ moves without thinking, hand grabbing your elbow, steady and sure. You collide lightly with his chest, breath leaving you in a soft, surprised sound.
For half a second, neither of you moves.
Then you pull back, mortified. “Wow. I’m really graceful today.”
He chuckles, low and fond, still holding your arm a moment too long. “Yeah. Totally nailed it.”
He lets go. You straighten. You both pretend your hearts aren’t racing.
“Thanks,” he adds, quieter now.
“Anytime,” you say, already turning toward the door.
You don’t see the way he watches you disappear inside.
You don’t hear him mutter, “Shit,” under his breath, smiling into his coffee.
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You’re already annoyed when it happens.
Not at JJ. Not really. Just… everything. The quiet. The pretending. The way the house still feels wrong no matter how much time passes.
You’re in the kitchen, moving too fast, shoving things into cabinets a little harder than necessary. JJ’s at the table, pretending not to notice, which somehow makes it worse.
“You okay?” he asks, carefully.
“Yeah,” you say. Too quick. “Just tired.”
You turn too sharply. Your foot catches on the edge of the rug.
“Shit—”
You stumble, momentum carrying you backward—
—and JJ’s there instantly.
His arms catch you around the waist. Too solid. Too close. One hand lands way too low, fingers gripping instinctively, palm warm against you in a place that is absolutely not just-friends territory.
You collide with him, pressed flush, your back to his chest. You feel everything. His breath hitching. His body going still. The very obvious fact that this is not an innocent position.
“Oh,” you breathe.
“Sorry,” he says at the same time, except he doesn’t move. Neither of you does.
His hand flexes once like he’s just realized where it is. Like he should pull away. Like he can’t.
You turn your head slightly. He’s right there. Too close. Close enough that you can feel his breath on your mouth. Close enough that the tension snaps tight between you.
For a heartbeat, the world narrows to this.
His eyes flick to your lips.
Yours do the same.
JJ leans in without thinking. You tilt back without meaning to.
Just a fraction. Just enough.
Then—
“Uh—hello?” Pope’s voice calls out from the front of the house. “Why does it sound like I walked in on something?”
JJ jerks back like he’s been electrocuted, hands flying up. You stumble forward, mortified, heart hammering.
“Nothing!” you say way too loudly.
“Just—uh—almost died,” JJ adds, rubbing the back of his neck. “Slipping hazard. Very unsafe kitchen.”
Pope appears in the doorway, eyes flicking between you, the flushed faces, the very obvious space where something almost happened.
“…Right,” he says slowly. “Cool. I’m just gonna—be outside.”
He disappears.
Silence crashes down.
You stare at the counter. JJ stares at the floor.
“Well,” he says after a beat. “That was… not ideal.”
You huff out a shaky laugh. “Yeah. Definitely not.”
Neither of you mentions where his hand was.
Or how close your mouths were.
Or the fact that for half a second, you would’ve let it happen.
And that’s somehow worse than if it had.
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The storm rolls in fast.
One minute it’s humid and heavy, the next the sky cracks open like it’s angry about something.
You try to ignore it. You really do.
Then the thunder hits—sharp and close—and your breath locks in your chest.
You end up curled in the living room chair without remembering how you got there, knees pulled up, hands shaking. It feels stupid. You’re an adult. You’ve lived through worse than a storm.
None of that matters.
JJ finds you like that. He doesn’t tease. Doesn’t comment. Just stops short when he sees your face.
“Hey,” he says softly.
Another crack of thunder answers him.
You don’t ask. You just nod, eyes too bright, throat tight.
He steps behind the chair and sits, pulling you back against his chest like it’s instinct. Like his body knows exactly what to do even if his head is still catching up. His arms wrap around you, solid and grounding, one hand resting at your waist, the other pressing warm against your ribs.
“I’ve got you,” he murmurs. “You’re okay.”
He talks you through it. Low voice. Steady breaths. Counting with you until yours finally start to match his. The rain pounds the roof, the thunder fades farther away.
At some point, your head tips back against his shoulder.
At some point, his chin rests on your hair.
At some point, you both fall asleep like that.
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You wake slowly, wrapped in warmth and weight and the steady rise and fall of someone breathing behind you.
For one sleepy second, you think you’re still dreaming.
Then you realize you’re tangled in JJ—legs crossed, your back pressed to his chest, his arm heavy around your waist like he never let go after the storm passed.
And very unmistakably… he’s hard.
You go still.
So does he.
“Uh,” he murmurs, voice rough with sleep. “Morning.”
You tilt your head just enough to look at him. His hair’s a mess, eyes still soft, mouth parted like he’s already thinking about kissing you. His hand flexes at your hip, not moving away. Not pretending this isn’t happening.
“Hey,” you whisper.
The air between you tightens. Familiar. Electric. Like no time passed at all.
“You okay?” he asks quietly.
You nod. “Yeah. I just—”
He doesn’t let you finish. He leans in, mouth brushing yours once, testing. When you kiss him back, it’s immediate—deeper, slower, like your bodies remember before your heads can interfere.
His hand slides down, firm on your ass, pulling you closer. Yours fist in his hair, tugging just enough to make him groan softly against your mouth. The kiss turns rougher, messier, mouths open, breathing heavy, but there’s something gentle under it too. Like he’s grounding himself in you. Like you’re doing the same.
You shift, pressed against him now, fully aware of the way his body responds, the quiet sound he makes when you roll your hips without thinking.
“God,” he mutters, forehead dropping to yours. “I missed you.”
“I’m right here,” you breathe.
He kisses you again—slower this time, reverent, thumbs digging into your hips like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he lets go. You kiss like you used to. Like the world isn’t ending. Like it’s just you and him and this moment that feels too real to be a mistake.
Eventually, you pull back, foreheads touching, both of you flushed and a little wrecked.
“We should… probably move,” you say, even though neither of you does.
“Yeah,” he agrees. “Probably.”
He still doesn’t let go.
And when you finally untangle yourselves, your heart’s racing for a completely different reason than the storm.
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The storm leaves the house quiet in that strange, ringing way, like the walls are still listening.
You’re in the kitchen later, barefoot, wearing one of JJ’s old shirts because it was there and because neither of you said anything about it. You’re scrambling eggs again, leaning on the counter, trying very hard to act normal.
JJ comes in behind you. Stops short.
“You know,” he says, voice low, amused, wrecked, “that shirt should be illegal on you.”
You don’t turn around. “You survived me stealing your hoodies for years. You’ll live.”
“Debatable,” he mutters.
You feel him before you see him—heat at your back, the subtle shift when he steps closer. His hands land on the counter on either side of you, caging you in without touching.
“You always do this,” he says. “Say something smart when you know exactly what you’re doing to me.”
You finally glance over your shoulder, smirking. “Oh? Am I doing something?”
His jaw tightens. His eyes drop. He exhales through his nose, half a laugh, half a groan. “You’re killing me.”
You turn fully now, back pressing into him on purpose this time. You feel it immediately—the way his body reacts, solid and very much not neutral.
“Well,” you say sweetly, “that sounds like a you problem.”
He lets out a sharp laugh. “You’re evil.”
“You love me.”
He doesn’t hesitate. “I love you.”
It slips out easy. Natural. Like it’s been waiting.
Your smile softens, something tender breaking through the teasing. “Good,” you say. “’Cause I love you too.”
That’s all it takes.
JJ makes a sound low in his throat and scoops you up without warning, throwing you over his shoulder like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.
“JJ!” you laugh, breathless.
He slaps your ass once.
Then again, slower, deliberate.
“For the record,” he says, already heading down the hall, “you started this.”
You squirm, giggling. “Wow, blaming the victim? Classic.”
Another playful slap. “Keep talking, sweetheart.”
“You gonna carry me all the way like this?”
“Absolutely,” he says. “I’m enjoying the view.”
You laugh again, cheeks warm, heart full, the house finally feeling like home as the bedroom door closes behind you.
Warnings: blurb, fluff, slight religion mentioned, OBX3 spoiler, not edited
A/N: I was inspired by this oneshot and also a scene from Ginny and Georgia (I've never watched it I just remember seeing it on TikTok)
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It’s been almost a year since the Pogues came back after finding the treasure of El Dorado, the event to celebrate was close. It was hard for them, coming back from so much trauma.
My arms and home were open for them, especially for JJ. He’s always had a soft spot for me, and me for him.
A few months after they came home from South America, JJ and I decided to keep our relationship a secret. Hidden from the eyes of our parents and the whole Kildare population, except his friends.
Now here we are, JJ and his friends standing as I was in the audience clapping and cheering for them. I am truly happy for them, happy that they have peace after everything they've been through.
After they got away from the attention, the Pogues were all in a group smoking while I was distant from them, not wanting to be by them while my parents were just a few feet away.
I was admiring JJ. I felt so lucky to have him and that he finally lives a safe and healthy life. I was admiring their friendship and how it was life or death with them.
"Are you okay?" JJ asked as I flinched, not knowing he was next to me already. He giggled at my easily frightened state.
"I'm perfect." I said with a wide smile, my eyes found his sharp blue ones immediately.
"Perfect as in you're really feeling good or perfect as in you're hiding your emotions?" he stood back away from me to get a better look at me.
"Jay, I was just admiring you guys." I smiled up as him as I secretly intertwined our fingers.
"You mean admiring me, not them." he teased.
"Whatever Jayj." I playfully rolled my eyes.
"Wanna come with us on the HMS after this?"
"Y'know my parents, they won't let me since we got church in the morning." I pouted as I looked over to my parents who were coincidentally talking to the priest.
JJ threw his head back in a groan, letting out a loud and breathy sigh.
"Come over after?" I lifted my eyebrows in hope. "Through the window of course."
The side of his mouth lifted in a grin. "Yes, I'll come straight after." He gave my forearm a squeeze, knowing that if my parents saw us hug it would end differently.
"Now go." I playfully hissed at him, using my hands to shoo him towards his friends.
"Man I want to kiss you all over your face." He faked grabbing my face in the air, making a playful mad face about no PDA.
"Me too, but go seriously. Have fun." I nodded at him.
He sent me a warm smile, the smile that I knew meant that he will miss me even though it's for a few hours.
We had to get used to it. The whole not being able to hangout together, staying up on the phone all night, and stealing glances at the local restaurants.
But it never made him not want to be with me, he was committed and so was I. He understood the need to hide things from parents.
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Late last night, JJ snuck through my window with my help. We quietly maneuvered through my room and just watched a movie, enjoying each others presence in our arms.
I fell asleep first, tired from waking up early to help set up for their event earlier in the day.
When I woke up it was already bright outside, the sun just hitting the sky. The warm air coming through my window, and the quiet chirps of the birds made it sound like a movie.
I felt a warm presence behind me and a heavy arm on my shoulder. JJ was sound sleep, his peaceful state made me smile hard.
I turned my head back around to watch the sun rise through my window, but my peace was interrupted once I saw the time on my phone.
"JJ wake up." I sat up quickly and tried to shake him awake but failed.
I quietly cussed as I thought of different ways to wake him up.
"JJ" I shook his body harder. When that didn't work, I pulled the warm blanket off of his body, the now cooler air hugging his skin.
He groaned loud so I rushed to cover his mouth with my hand. His eyes shooting open quickly, his body going into fight mode.
"Jesus." he dragged his hands over his tired eyes.
"JJ, I have to get ready for church." I pointed towards the time, hoping he was conscious enough to understand.
"So?" he settled back into the bed, his eyes already threatening to close.
I heard my parents bedroom door open, the footsteps descending to the kitchen.
"JJ please." I kneeled next to him on the bed, shaking his body again.
"Five more minutes." he mumbled into the pillow.
My patience was running low, and I did not have a lot of time until my parents came into my room to tell me to get ready. I grabbed my pillow and repeatedly hit it against JJ's shoulder, trying not to be so loud.
I heard the footsteps of one of my parents going up the stairs, I knew that their next stop was my room.
"JJ now." I pulled him up by his shirt and pushed him into my closet. His half asleep body was heavy and made a loud thud.
"Hey hun?" I heard a quiet knock on my door.
"Yes?" I pretended to have a raspy morning voice.
The door opened to reveal my dad with two mugs of tea in his hands.
"We're leaving in 30 minutes, I'll set your mug down." He pushed the door a little more to set my tea down into my desk.
"Thank you dad." I smiled at him as I rubbed at my eyes.
"Oh one more thing." He turned his body back towards me.
"Yeah?" I looked up at him with wide eyes.
"JJ, get out of the closet please."
My heart dropped out of my ass when my dad said those words.
JJ opened the door of my closet to reveal his groggy state, but the words of my father scared him awake.
"Good morning sir." JJ said nervously as he stood up straight.
"Morning JJ. Next time, just use the front door." my dad smiled at him and came towards me to leave a kiss on my head.
My dad turning his back away from us to walk out the room, our backs returning to a relaxed slouch.
"Oh and JJ?" he turned back around before reaching my bedroom door. We both straightened up again.
"Yes sir?"
"Would you like to join us at mass today?"
JJ looked at me with wide eyes, not knowing how to answer but I just shook him off; only because I didn't know how to answer.
"I- Uh- Yes. I would love to join you and your family." JJ said with a nervous smile.
"I have some clothes that could fit you. Let me get them." my dad left my room with a smile, leaving us to get ready for mass.
I sat down on my bed with my jaw on the floor and my heart pounding so hard.
"What just happened?" I looked up at JJ that stood over me.
"I don't know, but I love it." he had a soft smile on his face.
"I can't believe that happened." I giggled out into his stomach as I wrapped my arms around his hips.
Y/n as a young babysitter of jimin's son where jimin is recently divorced. Y/n is a tease yet acts oblivious and jimin is obsessed with tiddies just like the child but for different reasons. Just porn with a little bit of plot.
Okay soooo this went in a WHOLE different direction buuuuut still has some really breast obsessed and smutty scenes!!!! My darn brain went- BUt wait. what if!-
IT HAD-
A PLOT???!!
I hope you enjoy it <;33
P.S: The app thing isn't accurate but hey we ain't here for the plot, ight?
Those two sentences (Red and yellow) at the top are the two sides of my brain talking to each other.
"Are you sure this is the right place, Yoon-mi? You glance up towards the apartment numbers nailed to the door.
'225'
You had been needing some extra cash every since you'd been laid off by your boss because you refused to sleep with him. Mr. Choi had always been a sleezy perv, it just took one last final time for you to walk away from it all. Only then, had you realized that number one; You had no more income for money.
Number 2; Rent was due.
Your friend Youn-mi had told you about this amazing babysitting service for you adults trying to earn some big cash. At first you'd been a little heistant. You'd always been around kids your whole life, so although you were amazing with them and they loved you, you had hoped to get away from them in your adult years.
Only that had not been the case.
It only took a few clicks of a button to set up your profile. Then, you'd been getting gigs left and right. Mom of 4 wanting a babysitter so she could go on vacation? Pass. Four is too much. Grandpa and grandma wanting a night out? Sure. Shit, someone already signed it. You'd scrolled for hours trying to find the right job to set up and sign. Just as you were about to uninstall the app seeming as it was a waste of time, a notification popped up on the screen. You slide down to check out the details.
Name: Park Jimin.
Child(ren): Park Ji-woo.
Date for day: December 13th.
You shrug, clicking on the messaging icon before another notification popped up.
Message from: PJMin
Details
You click on the message.
From: PJMin
Hello, I've reccently seen your profile and I'm very impressed! Would you mind if I asked you a few more questions, though?
You smile just a bit at the situation.
How ironic.
To: PJMin
Hi, thank you for your consideration! Ask away.
A few minutes later, your phone goes off.
From: PJMin
No problem. Actually, you logged on just in time. I've been needing a sitter for this weekend, and I loved your profile. So it says that you're 22, right?
You don't see how your age is that big of a deal, but you decide to just go along with it. Deciding to change the coversation a bit so it doesn't sound like a dating app instead.
To: PJMin
Yes. My mother ran a daycare just a few blocks from my house, so it's probably safe to say that I grew up there. She shut down when I turned 17 and now I'm here.
From: PJMin
Trying to live out your glory days, right? Haha
You chuckle at his response. Eh, not really.. But rent was more important than being right for now..
To: PJMin
Haha, I guess you could say that. So how old are your kids?
From: PJMin
Kid. I have a 5 year old son. Something came up at work this weekend and I'm in desperate need of a sitter. When I saw your profile, I knew you'd be a perfect match. So, the big question;
You pause, tilting your head as you await his response. A few seconds go by until he continues.
From: PJMin
How well do you like Thomas The Train?
One thing led to another and now you're standing outside his apartment door. Yoon-mi being on the other side of the phone.
"Of course it's the right one, girl! And I know you'll do great with this. You were practically made for kids!" You roll your eyes at her exatreation. The one thing you didn't want to associate yourself with anymore is now the center of your income.
"Alright, I'll talk to you later." She waves goodbye before your press the red button, closing the app as you ring the doorbell.
A few minutes go by until you can hear something on the other side. Soon, the door opens to reveal a tall figure. The white collar of his button-down shirt sticks straight up as a loose blue tie fits snug around the base of his neck. He's trying to invite you in while in the midst of looping his tie in place.
"Ah! You must be Y/n. Sorry about the wait." You flash your best employee of the month smile while making your way inside of the doorframe. Your eyes scan the lavish room. Cream colored walls stand tall adorning the white marble-tiled flooring. The contrasting dark sofa and lounge chair tucked in the corner had looked like it cost more than your whole apartment. The woven light fixtures dangle from the sunken LED-striped ceiling. The tone set to a tan-ish hue. Your eyes reach back to the man as a young child wraps his whole body around the man's leg.
"Ah, Ji-woo. I told you not to do that in front of people-" The man reaches down slinging the child up into his arms as the young boy's set into a fit of giggles. The smile mirroring his father's. How adorable. They looked like the perfect pair.
"I'm sorry- He's not usually this clingy." He holds out his free hand to offer a shake. You nod, reaching to meet his. You study the child's and his features as he shifts the boy in his arms. "You're Mr. Park, I assume?" You ask, hoping that this is the right apartment still. He flashes you a kind smile.
"Yes, but you can just call me Jimin." You nod, watching as his chocolate eyes light up at the sight of his smiling child. He swings the child around before dipping him down, mimicking a dropping gesture, sending them both into a fit of giggles. His eyes land back to yours.
"Thank You for doing this on such a short notice. I know some sitters on that app have to have at least a week in advance." You smile. "No problem. I really had nothing to do anyways. My boss kinda laid me off this week.."
Shit, why are you sharing such personal information already?!?! Stupid! You barely know him!! He probably thinks you're some stupid sappy story now- will he fire me?
His expression switches to a concered look. "I'm sorry.. But hey, if you do well I might hire you for full-time." He smiles before handing Ji-woo to you. He immidiently clings to you, before burying his face into the crease of your breasts. Mr. Park's quick to react, scolding his child.
"Hey! Ji-woo- What'd I tell you about doing that to girls??" He reaches forward to stop his child's naughty antics. You chuckle at his cute expression.
Ji-woo's..
Not Mr. Park's.
Ji-woo sits up clinging onto you ever more as to not be picked up by his father again. "No!" He wraps his chubby arms tightly around your neck before sticking his tongue out at his father.
"Ugh, I'm so sorry.." Jimin reaches behind him, scratching the nape of his neck awkwardly. He's always been obsessed with.. uh.." You look down the back up to see Jimin's face tint with a light pink hue.
"Breasts?" You finish his sentence. He chuckles, a nervous tone clear in his chest. "Like father like son I guess.." You hear him mumble the last part, which makes it your turn to turn cherry red. After a few minutes of Jimin explaining all of Ji-woo's favorite things and allergies, it had been time for him to leave.
You both are standing by the door. You with Ji-woo wrapped around your small figure as Jimin's sliding his jacket over his shoulders. He grabs the keys before giving Ji-woo a peck on his cheek.
"You're welcome to anything in the fridge. His bedtime's 8:00 o'clock so I'd prefer if he didn't watch any cartoons at least an hour and a half before bed." You nod as gives Ji-woo one last look before he sighs.
"It's my first time leaving him alone like this.." You flash him an assuring smile.
"Don't worry sir, he's in great hands, I promise." A smirk tugs his lips at that sentence. His eyes no longer having any hint of sadness or worry. Instead, it's swirling with something else..
"Sir?" His steps close distance between the two of you. Ji-woo had gotten down long ago to go and play with his toys in the corner. Your hand had been on the door's edge as his tone is hushed and whispered.
"We'll have to work on that."
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It was now time for Ji-woo's dinner. You'd decided to go with some easy gimbap rolls cut into little bite-sized pieces as to not be a choking hazard. The television had been streaming in the background, as you placed the last requirement of items down onto the dinning room table.
"Ji-woo, time for dinner!" You call out, scooting your chair until you're snug tucked into the table. A few minutes go by as Ji-woo walks into the dinning room. You flash him a teasing smile.
"Did you wash your hands, mister?" He smiles before nodding his head sharply.
"Yes!" You reach out to feel his cold hands bringing them up to take a whiff. Once you smelled the scent of vanilla and lavander, you help him into his booster seat. The apartment is quiet, as you both are enjoying a nice dinner together.
Only now could you see the resembelance between his father and him. The high bridge nose, the dark chocolate eyes, only Jimin's hair had been lightened a bit to match his irises.
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Once it had been bedtime, Ji-woo helped you pick up his toys in the living room and his room before you'd decided that he had earned a bit of screen time before it was time to sleep. He walks into the living room, dragging a thomas the choo-choo train blanket behind him. He hops onto the couch before scooting over to lay his head in your lap.
"I like you, Y/n." You smile, caressing the crown of his jet-black hair. Brushing the cutely cut bangs out of his eyes, his eyelids start to flutter from sleepiness.
"You do? Well I have a secret to tell you~" You lean down to whisper in his ear, as he shoots up with widened eyes.
"What secret??" He bounces on your lap with anticipation. You giggle, trying to settle him down.
"Shhh, it's a REALLY big secret. Do you think you can keep it?" He nods profusely before clasping his hands together, beginning to beg.
"Pleeeeaaaseee! I keep it! Tell me tell me tell me!!"
"Okay okay-" You lower your tone and head, whispering into his ear.
"I like you too." He smiles before tackling you, wrapping his whole upper body around your neck. The force would've made you stumble backwards if you hadn't been leaned against the couch. Once the energy is quiet again, Ji-woo replies while rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
"You're nicer than mommy.." Your eyebrows knit together in pain at his words. What had his mother done for him to say this?
He nuzzles his face into the crease of your chest before pulling his thumb into his mouth to suck on it.
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Once you'd settled Ji-woo into his racecar bed, you'd quietly made your way out of the room and began cleaning. First the kitchen, then the living room. Well, there hadn't been really anything to clean. This guy kept his place almost spotless..
You're almost finished with the last few dishes you'd been hand washing, until the beep of the front-door unlocking sounds through the complex. Jimin grudgingly walks into, sighing as he kicks his shoes to the side before removing his jacket, along with loosening his tie. He begins unbuttoning the clasps of his white collar shirt before noticing your presence.
"Oh shi- sorry.." He walks back over, fixing himself so that he's decent once more. You stay silent, resuming washing the dishes. He takes in a deep breath, settling down onto the chair that faces you. The tick of the clock echoes through the room, as you finish up the dishes. You turn back around before placing a small steaming cauldron in front of him. He looks up to meet your eyes, as you flash him a warm smile.
"And you cook too?" You chuckle, before joining him on the parallel barstool next to his.
"Just a little. I thought you'd might wanna eat something after work.." He smiles, blowing on the hoot spoonful before taking a bite.
His eyes light up at the delicious flavor.
"This tastes amazing. Thank You" He takes another bite, quietly letting a few moans slip out on the way.
"It's been so long since I've had real cooking.." He sighs, tilting the cauldron to the side to sip every last drop.
"Usually-" He places the bowl back down as he leans over the counter, setting it down into the sink.
"Usually I just order take-out either here or at the office." You smile, tilting your head to the side, admiring his exausted look. Barely noticeable eyebags slip droop under his eyes, as his cheeks turn rosy red from the spice of the soup. His straight, thick eyebrows curve into a mysterious shape. His eyes-
Staring straight into yours.
You stutter, looking anywhere but him now.
"I-.. Sorry." Out of the corner of your eye, you can see a small smirk tugs his lips.
"Sorry for what?" He leans his face closer to yours, trying to get you to look at him again.
"Look at me, Y/n." Your eyes shift around the room. To the fridge that had been decorated with many arts and crafts from Ji-woo's early years. Over to the couch, onto the blank TV-
"Look. At me, Y/n." His finger lifts, tilting your chin until your eyes set dead on his. Your heart felt like it was going a million miles an hour. You knew he'd been very handsome from the beginning but this sight right now- His shirt halfway unbuttoned, giving you a sneak peak down the lines of his chest..
His tie falling loosely around the base of his neck.. His chocolate darkened irises burning into the center of yours.. His hair slicked back from sweat from a hard work day...
But you also noticed something else.
On his left hand, a shiny silver band wrapped perfectly around his third finger.
He knew where your mind had gone to. He wanted to make sure you knew what had happened.
He sighs, leaning back to sit up. "I'm divorced." He reaches over the counter, grabbing a random beer from it's hiding corner. He cracks open the top, taking a sip from the tip.
"I'm sorry.." You can only respond with. He reaches over before sliding you a can yourself. You take the canister, not wanting to seem rude, but just toy with the cold can instead. He continues.
"Don't be. She was a horrible person from the start." He takes another sip before slamming the beer can down, sighing. He turns to look at you, shifting in his seat.
"She was never a good mother to Ji-woo anyways." He chuckles, a sad tone crossing his voice.
"You know she left Ji-woo here all by himself, just to go catch the new deals at Balenciaga? He was only six months old.." Your mouth drops open at his confession. He scoffs at your expression.
"Exactly. She was and still is a bitch. And that's not even the half of it.." Your eyebrows knit together in concern, as your hand unconsciously comes to rub at his left shoulder.
"I'm really sorry.." He sighs, leaning into your touch. Your fingers trail along the broadness of his shoulder before stopping at his bicep. The thick muscle protrudes through the thin material of his white button up that has the corner of your lips drooling.
His eyes, bare into yours as you watch a few tears slip from his ducts. The corner of his lip quivers at all that he'd been supressing for weeks on end. Ever since the divorce, he's never really had time to actually process the whole thing in the first place. He'd barely been able to cry himself to sleep at night becuase Ji-woo had wanted to sleep in his bed ever since the huge fight between him and Ji-soo.
Your eyes wander over his towering frame. As your hand runs gently across his heated skin, each muscle in his body tense at your touch. With each passing second, his lips inch closer to the pad of yours.
His veiny hand comes to grace your cheek softly. His fiery touch torches each square inch of your skin. The burn taunts you. The plush of his bottom lip drags across your right cheek lightly, feeling the way his straight cut teeth bare a slight poke to your heated flesh. His free hand comes to rest on the round of your knee. The hot stream of breath brushes past your cheek, rolling onto the shell of your ear.
"I.." You whine as the digits of his fingers dance up the plains of your thighs, resting on your cupped heat. Your breath hitches in pitch.
"B-Bad.." You whine, as he groans at the sound.
"Mmm, bad indeed." He smirks as butterfly-like kisses are pressed to the side of your cheek, trailing down your sharp jawline.
"N-No.. Mr. Park this-" He teases the hem of your jeans, toying with the button that held the fabric together. His chest rumbles as a deep groan emits.
"Mmm, makes it sound like I'm your boss." He chuckles as his lips press deep kisses down the line of your throat.
"Ji-Ji-woo.." He grumbles at the name, hugging your body closer to his, as if you're sitting on his lap.
"Mmm, no baby. Jimin~"
You finally gather the strength to push him away, as your eyes flash towards Ji-woo standing in the doorway, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
"Appa.." Jimin's neck whips to the side as he imidiently pulls away from you, walking over to pick up Ji-woo in his arms. His eyes switch from yours to his son's.
"Come on, buddy. Let's get you back to bed." You watch as Jimin walks back into his son's room to tuck him in for goodnight.
A few minutes later, Jimin returns. He takes a glance around the room, noticing your lack of presence. A frown creeps his face.
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"And you did WHAT with him??" Youn-mi questions while slamming down her shot glass. You take in a breath, watching the bubbles in your coke slowly dissapear. "We didn't even do anything. It's just- well there was this thing.. and then he.." She drunkingly smiles, slurring her words around while taking back another swig.
"Then you fucked, right?? oh PLEASE tell me you fucked!!" Your cheeks go red at her choice of words. You had reccived quite a few stares from bypassers from the level of her voice.
"No, we didn't." You swirl the end of your straw around your once chilled glass of soda. The bubbles dying down with their fizzling.
"We just- ugh, it's complicated!" She just laughs, leaning into your shoulder drunkenly.
"Girrrrl. Gimmie that phone!" She reaches into your bag, while you're laughing, trying to deflect her attacks.
"Ahah!" She smirks, easily typing in your passcode before swiping over the app she'd been more familiar with than you. She found his profile in seconds.
"HOLY FUCKING SHIT, GIRL!! I would PAY to suck his dick!" You instantly snatch your phone, snapping at her with reddened cheeks.
"Yah! Remind me to change my passcode. I don't need you sniffing through my phone so easily anyways." Her mouth falls open as she oogles at her imagination.
"Y/nnn if you don't take that gig, I will!" You sigh, sliding your phone back into your purse before taking another sip of your now room-temp drink.
"I don't knowww. I feel like it's going to be weird if I go again.. He probably won't even ask-"
"There!" She chimes, before flashing you something she'd sent. You squint, reading the text out loud.
To: PJMin
Heyyy so I'm like UBER sorry about earlier and shit but if you're still DTF LMK 😉😉😉
"Youn-mi!!!" You yell at her, as she quickly dodges your attacks. "I'm gonna KILL YOU!!" She laughs trying to fight you off.
"Y/n if you hadn't fucked with him I would kill YOU!" You roll your eyes, trying to take the device from her hands. A you're still fighting tooth and nail trying grab your phone back from her grip so you can delete that god-forsaken text, your phone pings mid-fight. Your eyes both widen in sync as she shields you from looking at the screen, reading it out loud.
"Y/n? This doesn't seem like you. Are you DRUNK??? AHHAHA OMG HE'S WORRIED ABOUT YOU!!" Your eyes roll the back of your head.
You wished the world would swallow you whole.
"Youn-mi stop it! I'll loose my job because of you!!" Another ping.
This time, she turns the phone to you. You can't help but look down, as your eyes blow wide at the content.
You read back of what Youn-mi had sent prior.
From: PJMin
Y/n, I'm serious. Do you have anybody that can take you home?
To: PJMin
You're more than welcome to 😉
From: PJMin
I'm putting Ji-woo to bed. Where are you?
Youn-mi giggles like a 13 year old girl talking about her middle school crush. She balls her hands up while swaying back and forth, singing an off-tune song. "Y/n's gettin rich dick, Y/n is get-ting rich dickk" You hit her shoulder as she laughs. "Ow!"
_
You never should've gone out with Youn-mi tonight. You practically had to call Jimin to explain that it was just your friend teasing you, and that he didn't need to waste time or gas for her stupid antics.
You were more than just embrassed to show your face today. Once he knew that you weren't drunk off your ass, he texted asking if you were free the next day. His mom had planned to watch Ji-woo while he went out to sign somethings, but she had forgotten about her last minute dentist appointment. And on such short notice, you were the only one he could think of that would feel safe with watching his son.
Trust me, he was just as nervous.
Flashes from a few nights ago keep filling his mind. He never should've crossed that line for numberous of reasons. Yet,
He somehow still can't get you out of his mind.
"And this one is what color, Ji Ji?" Jimin coos as he sits with his son cross in his lap, holding out some blocks in front of them both. He bounces Ji-woo on his leg gently, as he flashes his father a 1,000-watt smile.
"Blue!" Jimin grins, rubbing the crown of his head, kissing his chubby cheek.
"My smart little man." As Jimin picks up the next colored block, the doorbell rings.
"Ooo, looks like someone's here~" He lifts Ji-woo up, carrying them both to the front door. His eyes land on your own. However his gaze is set on an entirely different category of you.
I.e the black tights that hugged your legs like he wished would suffocate him. A huge puffed scarf coiled around your neck like how he would wrap his own hands around your neck, taking your breath away. literally.
The white button-up blouse you'd decided to pair with your color pencil skirt left his mind racing to the most lewd and unspeakable things. Yet, he keeps his calm demeanor. That's the thing about working in corperate.
Number one rule: Never let them know how you're really feeling.
"Y/n!" Ji-woo yells as he tries to reach out to latch onto you. Jimin watches as your bright and beautiful smile matches his son's, as you too reach out to hold him in your arms. Jimin internally melts at the simple gesture.
"Ji-woo! How's it been hanging, man??" You twirl Ji-woo around the little platform made for outdoor shoes, as Jimin just stands back watching the cute interaction.
"I missed you, bud! We're gonna have soooo much fun, isn't that right?" Ji-woo giggles at your tone as he rests his head on your chest. Once the fun's calmed down, Jimin watches as you finally take notice of him.
"Uhm.. Hi."
He flashes you a professional smile, which is actually breaking his heart to only do. If it was up to him, he'd have you against the navy blue and charcoal walls of his apartment already.
"You're a bit early." He comments, watching as you slide your shoes off to the side before closing the door behind you.
"Yeah. Sorry about that. Darn traffic was terrific." You giggle, before walking over to set Ji-woo down in his booster chair. Jimin joins the two of you, watching as you begin making his breakfast without missing a beat. "If I didn't know any better I'd say you're trying to make Ji-woo like you more than me" He watches as your nose scrunches with your laugh.
"Whaat? Noo." It had all been fun and games until Jimin caught a glimpse of your cleavage when you had bent over, looking for a bowl to start breakfast with. The back of his throat goes dry at the sight. Ji-woo's smile burns a thousand suns while looking at his dad until he noticed something.
"Appa, phone." the young boy points to his father's.. lower area, as Jimin quickly clears his throat.
"Ah okaaay. Ji-woo, why don't you go clean up the blocks in your room?" He frowns, pouting at the mundane chore he obviously didn't want to do right now. "But I wanna stay with Y/n-ma." You chuckle at the name.
"What's with the Ma?" Ji-woo flashes you a grin.
"I like the word ma. It's pretty like Y/nnie." Jimin watches as the simple compliment makes your cheeks go more red than a cherry tomato.
"Go clean buddy. You'll spend all day with her later." Ji-woo huffs before sliding out of his chair, walking to his room. You glance up to Jimin through thick eyelashes, silently giggling to yourself at Ji-woo's previous comment.
"Didn't know people keep their phones in the front pocket, nowadays. What is it, like a trend? The back's not good enough anymore?" You tease, as you crack as egg into the skillet. He chuckles rising from his seat as he reaches from behind you to grab something off the counter. You could feel the prominent outline of what Ji-woo had pointed out earlier, rearing itself barely into your ass.
"Dunno, but.." He leans forward, the breath that falls from his lips brush against the shell of your ear.
"I prefer the back."
You quickly turn around, seeing as you're now trapped between his arms. both of his muscular and veiny limbs trap you in an embrace you're not sure you absolutely wanna leave. His head dips forward, as his gaze silently commands you to keep your eyes on him.
"So.." He starts. His breath dancing along the outer lines of your lips before dissipating into thin air.
"What was up with last night?" He questions, watching as your eyes flick back and forth, not sure what to focus on.
"My friend took my phone."
"No passcode?"
"Passcode. But she knew it."
"Then might wanna change it."
"uhuh.." Your eyes peek down to travel the gentle dips of his abdomine that the tease of his hem-ed shirt had been allowing you. You hear the same cocky laugh as you had a few nights before.
"Like what you see, baby?"
You couldn't help but moan at the simple pet name. Everything had just been too overwhelming for your sense to keep up.
And what happens when a fortress's walls get torn down?
Infiltration begins.
It felt as if you were a hot air balloon. Each of his words only fueling the fire that makes the object rise higher and higher until it feels as if the person is on cloud 9.
His hands curve around your waist to pull you closer. Your bodies flush against one anothers as breth pattern begin to mix to form one beautiful, and dangerous taste.
"Why don't I just take you on this counter right here baby. Bend you over and fill you up until your every breath," His finger slips into the tight elastic of your waistband, finding your immidiently. You gasp at the sudden movement.
"Every word," His lips suck on the skin that sits right behind your ear, licking and tugging at the lobe while his fingers dance between your slick folds.
"Every sound you make belongs to me." His hand comes up to cup over your mouth, as if he knew exactly when you were going to, and just in the nick of time. He coos, thumbing over the plump of your lip, dipping the tip past your lips before forcing his thumb down on the flat of your tongue. You moan, as his smirk widens.
"How 'bout I just stay home today, hmm? My mom can come by and pick him up." Your eyes flutter then flick wide open. You twist your body, as your sudden movements stop his own.
"What'd you just say?" He tilts his head at your question. A smile still presses his lips.
"What?"
"You told me that your mom had a dentist appointment."
Shit.
He laughs it off, leaning back into your arms, trying to re-ingnite the once burning fire. Your hands are quick to pull them from inside your underwear, pushing him back a bit as he stumbles.
"Y/n I-"
Your eyes now burn with something other than the once intoxicating lust.
"You lied to me."
His eyes go wide. "No- No! I didn't I-" You walk forwards, backing him into the corner.
"You said your mother had an appointment."
"She did but-"
"You said she couldn't watch Ji-woo, and that you had nobody else you trusted!"
"Y/n please I-"
He glances down, seeing that he's trapped between you and the counter's edge.
"Just calm down-"
You scoff at the realization. "I'm outta here." You storm off to grab your bag as he follows quickly behind. "Y/n, wait!" You turn to face him, anger firing away.
"I ain't your teenage wet dream of fucking your babysitter, Jimin! I came here to watch kids and get paid. Not fuck their dads like some kind of whore!"
He reaches out, trying to calm your raging tone.
"You're not a whore, Y/n and I've never thought of you as one! This is NOT how I planned this, alright? It just kinda- happened! and it's not like you didn't need the money" You groan at his sad attempts.
"Money?! I'm not some kinda charity case for you to guilt into sleeping with after you hand out a few -might I add- HARD EARNED dollars!"
His hand wraps around your wrist, pulling you away from the door. His eyes burning with the same intense look as yours, just on different sides of the spectrum. He speaks again. This time, his tone is quiet and calm. Much like one he'd used for when being disappointed in his child.
Only in this case, he's disappointed in himself.
"I fucked this up, I really did. I never meant for you to feel like some sort of sex worker when all you've done is care for Ji-woo with the upmost love and affection." You can see tears welling up in the ducts of his eyes. A few already on their way out of slipping.
"And I'm so thankful for that.. I'm the asshole and I only thought with my dick and there's no presentation in the world that can show how sorry I am for that.." You stop resisting so much, finally allowing the steam to settle off from your skin as he continues.
"My ex-wife really fucked me up and I know that's no excuse but- I just.. She had always been attacking me. Whether physically or mentally, with each day she took a piece of me with her and crushed it right before my eyes. So yes, I act like a dickhead because that's how I gaurd myself. So fucked up, right? Protect myself with sex and being a dickwad. But that first night when you cooked dinner for me.. it brought out a side I tried for months to hide. You.."
He leans in closer, as his once tightened grip on your wrist comes to take your hand loveingly in his. "You made me feel something I hadn't felt in such a long time.." He brings his hands up, kissing one knuckle on bot.
h of your hands.
"I just- wanted to show you how much your small gestures mean to me.." You scoff softly at his words, not fully believing it.
"I only cooked for you once. Are you that much of a simp?" He smiles, pressing his forehead to yours as his tone lowers.
"Maybe seeing you actually being nice to my child had something to do with all of it too.." Your eyes rolls back playfully.
"Yeah? How so?" A smirk tugs the corner of his lip, as his cheek brushes against the side of yours. His hushed whisper and hot breaths rolling down the shell of your ear sent chills up your spine.
"Would it be wrong of me to admit that after you leave I have to go relieve myself in the bathroom because of the things you wear..?" Your bodies flush together, slowly backing up into the wall next to his front door entrance. Your steps in sync as his hips press into yours, leaving a small gasp to roll from your lips before his own swallow it whole.
"Relieve? Such a gentleman-y word. Can't just say jerk like every other man?" His smirk beams into your own. The tension in the room slowly transforming into lust.
"We both know," He leans to brush the skin of your ear before lightly pulling the flesh through his teeth.
"I'm not like every other man."
Your lips barely brush his own as the alarm set on his watch starts blaring. His eyes bare into yours, before backing away, silently cursing at the slip of time.
"Shit.." He looks up, seeing as Ji-woo had crossed the lving room to sit at the table, patiently waiting his food. Your expression quickly changes from sultry to sweet.
"Well, have a good day at work," You turn back around, sending him a cheeky grin before winking.
"Mr. Park."
_
6:00PM. What was the hold up? Jimin promised that he'd be back no later than 4. His mom actually had stopped by earlier and picked Ji-woo up for an afternoon picnic, so now you're just stuck at his apartment, cleaning up the mess you and Ji-woo had made that morning.
On your knees, you reach over to grab, throwing the stuffed animals and dinosaurs into the plastic bucket before starting on another one. You sigh, sitting up on your knees, taking a break from the back-throwing task. Your eyes finally can take a look around his apartment details. The beautiful art pieces sat flat against the tall, extending walls of the living area. The black sectional rimmed with golden tabs adorned the Teak finished flooring. Everything about this place screamed money.
Something your apartment could ever even dream of.
You stand to your feet, making your way around to take a few good looks.
The hallway had a similar design in colors and themes, with navy blue and charcoal gray walls standing around 10 feet tall, outlining the beautiful home. You look to the mahogany side table, noticing a few pictures placed carefully on top.
Him holding what you could only assume was Ji-woo. His 1,000-watt smile beamed so brightly that you could feel the warmth just from a few colors and shapes on a piece of paper.
The next had been trimmed with a thin gold outline; Him hold his 3-year old son upside down while standing on a beautiful, white-sanded beach, The sun setting perfectly behind the horizon, bidding their wonderful trip a goodnight for now.
You could feel the tears starting to well in your eyes.
Your parents could never really afford fancy trips like that. You only really ever got to leave the city when your dad had to make distant deliveries. He owned a small corner shop for small pastries and sweets. When mom had found out about the loans he'd hidden from her all those years, they had been around something like 200,000 dollars in debt. The only reason you know that guestimate? You heard your mother constantly ridicule and fight over it many nights when they thought you had been sleeping. Soon, she had enough and your parents divorced. She's now married to a guy named Dan and lives in Michigan somewhere.
Your tears finally slip when you see the last framed picture.
His wedding day.
She had looked beautiful.
She looked perfect.
How could you compare?
He looked 100 times happier looking at her than he did you..
You're so stupid.
This was all so stupid.
His eyes creased, disapearing completely as he had dipped her low. Her arms wrapped around his neck tightly.
They looked like the perfect couple.
The perfect family.
You look closer, seeing fancy jewerly adorning her neck and hands. In her hair, a golden clip-pin with flower petals and diamonds. Her wrist had a gorgeous golden small chained accessory that looked like it costed more than your entire apartment including the furniture. Her skin was like a doll's. Not an imperfection in sight. The smile they both shared had looked wider than anything you've ever shown.
Your heart breaks at another picture posted up on the gray wall.
He's bent down in the tall, green grass; kissing her rounded belly. Her white dress flows perfectly in the wind, while the flower crown had lost just enough petals to the strong breeze to look like a spring paradise.
Suddenly, you felt digusting. The mirror hanging right infront of you made it even harder to look at yourself. Your pinned up greasy hair had fallen back slightly, making you look 50 years older. Your reddened and scarred face had too many bumps to count at this point. Your forehead look oily and some of your teeth were crooked. You force a smile, only to feel twice as worse. Your eyes switch back and forth between his ex-wife and your reflection.
You felt angry.
Broken.
Digusted.
How were people born with perfect looks?? How do they automatically have perfect, straight white teeth and an updo fit for a majesty herself!
You let the anger take over, lifting the picture frame up before watching it smash into a million pieces on the hardwood floor. Your breath is ragged, as you fall to the floor.
You couldn't stand looking at her smug face anymore. Her perfect teeth and smooth, silky hair. Her beautiful smile that could make any man fall to his knees. She could have anyone under her control just by a simple grin.
And you hated that.
_
Jimin watches as the clock strikes 7PM.
finally.
He makes quick haste in packing up his things before walking out of the office.
..
The familiar chime of the front door sounds as he clicks it shut, sliding off the uncomfortableness of his loafers. He sets the briefcase on his side bench, walking in to see his living room spotless. He walks around, trying to find any sign that you had still been here. He stops as a small glass shard pierces the sole of his foot. He groans lifting his foot to remove the shard. "What the.." His seeing your body plopped on the floor with about a million similar shards surrounding your sulking figure. He reach down, lifting the broken picture to see what had gotten you so upset.
His wedding pictures.
"I'm sorry.." He hears you soft cries, immidiently putting the frame down to level himself with you. "Not a big fan of weddings, I assume?" He teases, trying to see your adorable smile which he loved so much.
To his disappointment, you only had just repeated 'sorry' about a million times.
"I'll clean it up.." You reach for the shards before he grabs your wrists, in making sure you don't injure yourself.
"What happened, Y/n?" He asks, tilting his head down to try to catch your attention. His thumb and index reach out to lift your chin, gently making your soaked and red eyes to meet his. "What happened, sweetheart?"
"I broke something.." You act like a child getting scolded by her parents. Your speech being heavily impaired by all of your sudden emotions. You weren't one to cry or breakdown like this. Hell, when you lost your job about a month ago, you barely shed a tear. You just pushed through and buried your feelings.
'I'll deal with it later' was your mantra.
He chuckles, giving you a soft, caring look. "I see that."
"So why'd you break it?" You sniff, trying to calm your staggered breaths. "B-Because.." The inside of his palm comes to caress the heated red flush of your cheek, thumbing over the space under your eyes to dry. "Why can't you just work it out with her..?" He's taken back by the sudden request. He chuckles, thinking it's some kind of slight joke but when he sees the burning tears soaking your cheeks, he knows you mean business.
"Some people aren't supposed to be together, Y/n.." You scoff at his counter.
"Divorce fucks people up, Jimin.."
He sighs, taking a seat in front of you, crossing his legs.
"I know."
You finally glance at him on your own terms.
"You don't fucking know. Have you even considered how Ji-woo feels about it!? He's gonna blame himself! Wonder if he's the reason his parents broke up. And in his teenage years, he's going to be so fucked up from going back and forth from place to place he's going to consider if it's really worth living in this shit hole!!"
You watch his eyes widen at your words.
"Y/n.."
You quickly rise to your feet, sniffing before placing the broken picture back on his side table. You dry the last bit of tears with the sleeve of your fuzzy over-sweater. "I've gotta go." He stands, blocking your way.
"Y/n, she's an unstable narcissistic person who needed serious help. Ji-woo is better off not having any contact with her."
You bite the inside of your cheek to keep from having another episode.
"How would you know? I saw your family. Perfect parents who own a huge, successful business with millions of dollars income. While some of us had work our asses off, scrape what we can off the bottom of other's shoes just to be able to fucking EAT." He folds his arms across his chest.
"Is this about my marriage or my job?"
"ALL of IT! ALL OF YOU! You're rich and sucessful. Someone like you spit on people like me!" His eyes pierce yours with a harsh intensity.
"Make up your mind, Y/n. Wanna bitch about my job, my family's wealth, or my fucked up marriage? Really, Y/N. Take. Your. Fucking. Pick." Your breath hitches at his tone. He scoffs at your silence.
"Oh now you wanna shut up? Come on, Y/n. You picked this battle, now you've gotta fight for stance. Don't got anything to say now, huh? You're such a fucking brat, you know?" He watches as your tiny adam's apple bobs up and down. The back of your throat dries from the tension.
"Don't just stand there, Y/n. Wanna complain about how I was born into such a perfect, wealthy family? Oh, or do you wanna bitch on how you just hate how rich I am because I too worked my ass off to get where I am! Just because I didn't grow up with your kind of situation, doesn't mean I didn't have my own shit to deal with."
Your teeth grind against each other at his bitter words. You'd never seen this side of him before. Not even when talking about his so called bitch-of-a-wife.
"You don't know SHIT." You curse, pushing him with all your might, that only barely makes him move. "You gonna keep being a brat or am I gunna have to fuck this attitude out of you?" Your body freezes. He smirks, stalking your figure, now having you backed into some doorway.
"Such a loud mouth for a tiny girl. Who gave you permission to curse like this, sweetie? I know I sure didn't." Your silence only fuels his ego.
"What? Can't handle a little fight back, baby? Think I'll just get on my knees and do as you say? like all those little pussies of men you've fucked before? You might think you're the shit, darling,"
The back of your legs touch a soft material. His breath rolls across your cheek, sliding to touch your outer ear.
"But we all know you just want a real man to fuck you like his little princess."
You moan out, as his arms come to snake around your waist, gripping you tight.
"Was this in your plan all along? Getting me all worked up then seducing me with your cute little subby face?" A deep chuckle echoes through the room. Lust prowls the atmosphere like a rabid animal.
"Thinking that I'll just fall head over heels for your cute face, and you'll get what you want?"
You shake your head, not even realizing that it's what you wanted all along. He chuckles at your compliance.
"See? Told you."
He leans forward, whispering along the shell of your ear.
"All big and strong until someone actually puts you in your place."
His harsh words elicit a pitchy whine from the back of your throat. You reach up, trying to tug at the material of his button up. He smirks, removing your hands from his clothing.
"Nu-uh. You wanna act like a brat? You get punished like one."
He sits on the egde of his bed, manspreading his thighs for your viewing glory. His eyes narrow at yours, silently commanding you.
"Down." You start to lower yourself to the floor before he stops you, tsking.
"On my lap." You swing your leg over his lap before he stops you once more.
"Jesus, baby. Should've known you weren't one to listen." He pulls your body down, bending you over his knee as his hand palms the flesh of your clothed ass. He chuckles, lifting your skirt up to reveal your thin, high waisted pantyhose.
"What's your safe word, love?" You moan at his question.
Damn.
Who knew consent was so hot??? (Hell yes it is children)
"mmm, what was your ex-wife's name again?" You tease.
He growls at the mention, giving your ass a good slap before countering.
"Smart off to me again and I'll make this ass redder than Rudolph's nose. Now,"
He runs the flat of his palms smoothly across your clothed skin before sliding the hem of your pantyhose down.
"What's your safe word, again?" You lift your head slightly to look at him, flashing a cheeky grin.
"Red, sir." He lightly applies a smack to your ass.
"Good girl."
His eyes beat down onto the exposed flesh of your ass. The plump and softness of the skin is slightly reddened from the first spanking. Before you're about to smart off again, he continues.
"How should we do this, hmm? Maybe match your spankings to how many times you rolled your eyes at me?" You squeal at the sudden impact being harshly applied to your cheeks. He immediately soothes the sensitive skin afterwards, rubbing the round of his palm onto the reddened flesh.
"Or how many pieces you broke my wedding frame into?" You moan out, shaking your head, refusing either one of those options. He chuckles, not giving you an ultimatum.
"No? But you were so confident earlier though."
He leans down, tilting your chin to turn to meet his narrowed gaze.
"Now are you going to behave or am I going to have to paint your beautiful ass every shade of red?" You shake your head, not wanting anymore. You had some experience with spanking and shit but-
Holy fuck did his hands hurt..
"I'm gonna need more than a few tears, love." You whine, feeling the slick between your folds duplicate in dampness.
"No, I'll be good- I swear!" You moan out, feeling the sweet relief of his palms rubbing over your reddened cheeks. He smirks, grabbing a fistful of the plump flesh before giving it a little jiggle.
"That's more like it." He stands, pushing you back against the bed. His index comes up to tilt your head, forcing your eyes to meet his. "You just wanna please daddy, don't you?" Your pussy clenches at the given-name. Though you hadn't really likes it in the pornos you'd seen before, you quite liked the taste when it came from his mouth.
"Say it." He commands, as you rise to your hands and knees.
"I want your cum to fill me up so good" He quirks an eyebrow.
"Who's cum?" You moan at his tone. His voice alone could make any women cum in just a matter of seconds but when it was paired with that,
HOLY SHIT.
"Daddy's." He nods, bringing your hands to unbuckle the clasp of his belt. Your hands make quick work of the material, watching as it falls to the floor, circling his ankles.
"And who's your daddy?" You giggle at the word. It felt so wrong on your tongue but on his..
"You, daddy." That makes his heart swell. His hands wrap the leather belt around his wrists. A dark expression swirls behind his usual chocolatey irises.
"Lay back for daddy." You obey, watching as he leans over, wrapping the leather belt around your wrists, pinning you to the headboard. He leans back on the balls of his knees, admiring your beautiful figure.
"Mmm, this won't do." His fingers trail up the inner of your thighs before ripping a huge hole into the black tights. You gasp, watching as he slips your mini-skirt from your hips, throwing it somewhere across the room.
"Can't believe you wore this here.." He scoffs, palms rubbing up the inner parts of your thighs before setting on your clad light pink panties.
"So fucking cute." He groans, running his digits through the thin material, watching as the light pink fabric turns a light gray.
"How fucking dirty of you, baby. Soiling your panties? Why? Because you were thinking of daddy fucking your tight little pussy?" You moan, nodding quickly at his words. A chuckle rolls past his lips.
"I bindded you, not gagged you. Use your big girl words, baby." You whine, feeling the pads of his digits making straight lines connecting from your clit down to your soaking core.
"Yes! I dreamed of daddy's cock every night! Wanting it in me so bad, daddy..!" He raises an eyebrow, not truly believing your words.
"Mmmm, so you didn't even touch yourself? You stayed pure for me? Because if you touched yourself, I'm gonna have to punish you for that, darling." His fingers tilt your chin to meet his eyes.
"Tell me the truth, baby. Did you touch your pretty pussy? Make it all wet like how I'm doing right now? Did you ruin yourself without me?"
You shake your head, legs twitching from the lack of his touch. "No! I stayed pure for daddy." The tip of your toe teases his clad underwear, running the sole of your foot along the outline of his hardened dick. He retorts, moving away from your touch.
"Not into feet babe." He comments, as your face turns a beet red.
"Me neither.." You both laugh at the silly fail. He sighs, palm running over the rounds of your knees, watching the way your breasts bounce slightly when he rocks your body.
"What are you doing?" You look down, seeing his narrowed eyes staring at your erect buds.
"Your body is like fucking Picasso, sweetheart."
You laugh at his comment, watching as his lips come to hover over the exposed bud.
"I hope it's not like fucking Picasso.." He rolls his eyes at your stupid joke.
"Don't ruin this, Y/n." You smile, watching as he takes the bud between his lips, while his other free hand comes up to toy with the bouncy flesh of your over breast. Your head falls back against his silk pillows, back arching from the way his tongues swirls your nipple.
He releases with a pop, licking the pads of his lips before speaking.
"Can't fucking wait for these to be filled up with milk.." Your eyes widen at his words. "W-what?"
His eyes glance up to meet yours. A softer expression paints his face.
"For our babies. God, to see you so big and pregnant for me- carrying my child- fuck." You giggle at his antics, wrapping your exposed thighs around his hips, grinding against his clothed angry cock.
"You already have a kid, baby." You reply, kissing the side of his neck, as he traces patterns into the skin of your under bust.
"mmmm, I'm just horny.." He chuckles, licking a stripe up along the erects of your nipple. You moan at the sensation, as he smirks, chuckling.
"My baby likes it when I suck her pretty tits?" He teases it back and forth between the space of his top and bottom front teeth, watching your every expression with focus. The way your face contorted a certain way with each direction, tug, and lick.
"Jesus, baby. You're so sensitive. Like a virgin." He chuckles, as you stay silent.
He rises, giving you a questioning look. "Baby are you.."
You gently nod, flashing a small smile.
"My major never really let me date any guys so I-"
"You're a virgin?"
You're starting to think telling him was a mistake.
"Yeah but I like thi-"
"How the hell am I so lucky."
His words stop you mid-sentence.
"W-what?"
He crawls up the plains of your curved body, hands trailing up to caress your cheek.
"I'm. So. Fucking. Lucky."
He whispers, while trailing his butterfly kisses all the way down to your navel. He glances up through his thick eyelashes.
"Anything else I should know?" You think for a second, before responding.
"I once tried using a bubble wand as a dildo."
He bursts out at this. Sitting up, his eyes cresant from his fit of giggles.
"Are you being serious?" He questions, wiping a tear from his eyes before laying back down, taking one of your breasts in hand to play with it.
"What's so funny?" You chuckle, not being able to help joining in with him.
"It was just- so random." He leans up, gently pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose, before giving you an eskemo kiss as well.
"That was adorable. You're adorable." He reaches up to untie your hands, making your pout a bit.
"But I liked those.." He smiles, pecking a small kiss to your cheek.
"We'll get into that later. For now, let's just focus on teaching you-" You cut him off.
"Please don't tell me you're about to teach me how to have sex." He chuckles, nodding.
"This is like the best thing a man can do." You smile, pecking his lips, pulling his chubby cheeks in along with the kiss.
You can feel his smile beam against the passionate kiss, as he pulls away. "Your kisses are so soft, baby.." You pout, folding your arms.
"No no! It's a cute thing. So many people just go in and basically bite each other's tongues off - That was an exaggeration, sweetheart. I'm suing you if you try to bite my tongue off." You giggle, nodding while leaning back against his bedframe.
"Your kisses are so soft. Just saying" He takes his chi n in his hand, pulling you to seer your lips together once more. It had quickly escalated when he added tongue. You always thought the idea was a little gross but actually feeling it..
Holy shitballs.
He feels you moan against the kiss, as his hands comes down to toy with the cup of your breast. His other hand trails down to slip into the elastic of your panties.
"Ah-" You moan out, feeling the tip of his finger run along the entrance of your sopping core. He smirks, pressing kisses to the side of your cheek, all the way down to your collarbone.
"Does it feel good?" He asks, lips still attacking your neck. You moan, feeling the tip of his middle finger poke at your entrance.
"U-huh.. Feels weirder when someone else does- Fuck!" You feel the tightness of his whole finger stretching you out. Your velvet walls slicking his extended digit, while his kisses distract your from what pain he fears you might experience.
"Tell me if it hurts, okay?" You nod, hips meeting to grind up into the palm of his hand. He chuckles while adding another finger. You grip onto his shoulders, nails gently cratering soft creasant moons into his shoulder blades.
"Shit baby... You're so fucking tight.." You whine, wanting to feel more.
"Mmmm, good." He smirks, tugging at the loose skin of your ear.
"Mmmm, feels good?"
"u-huh! Oh fuck-" He adds his third finger as your body completely just melts at the sensation. Your hips now moving to straddle his lap while he just sits back chuckling.
"What's so funny?" You ask, grinding down onto his palm.
"You're so eager, that's what's funny. You're acting like a teenage boy, babe." You roll your eyes, reaching down between the space of you, wrapping your hand around the length of his cock. He quickly shuts up, taking a sharp breath as your hand just sits around his cock.
"I was trying to go slow, Y/n." You playfully scoff, leaning down to spit on his hardened cock, as you move your hand up and down his length. You watch as his exposed stomach now tenses up at your motions, admiring the way his hairline had a beautiful little glisten on it from sweat.
"If I wanted slow, I would've told you." He chuckles, moving a strand of hair from your face while thrusting his three lodged digits up until your sopping core. Your hand making quick work on his cock makes this virginity-loss session more like two teens scared to fuck so they just jack each other off.
"Then what do you want?' You questions, groaning at the feeling of your hand around his cock. Your fingertip dances gently around his angry tip, watching as the precum spills from his slit.
"I want you to fuck me." He moan as your hand had done a certain motion, practically making him Jell-O in your hands. s
"But vi-virgi-" You cup your hand over his mouth, shushing him while repeating the same motion that made him react that way in the first place.
"Fine, don't fuck me. But don't call it 'love making' either. I've heard that one too many times from my parents, I don't need to hear it while we have sex." He nods, as he flips the two of you over. His body towering your own, watching the way your eyelashes flutter a bit in the cool apartment AC air.
He looks over toward you as he's reaching inside his black and gold rimmed nightstand, pulling a tiny square packet from it's hiding spot. You laugh slightly, as he settles back in between your thighs.
"Wouldn't Ji-woo find that?" You question as he rolls the tiny latex rubber over and down his cock.
"Of course not." He reaches back over, flashing a black key that had been placed in a specific spot under the nightstand.
"It's locked." He smiles, reaching down to line himself up with your entrance. You take in a sharp breath as the tip pokes your sopping core.
He glances up, pressing soft kisses all around your face before leaning up. "You might bleed a little.. And it'll be painful for sometime, but after that it gets better." You nod, watching as the gray swirls in his eyes let you know that he's just as nervous as you are. Your hand comes to rest upon his cheek, which seemed to calm both of your nerves.
"I'm ready."
He nods, clasping his hand in your while slowly sliding the tip in.
Okay..
Not so bad.
You smile, feeling the pain starting to form.
Okay it's a little un-
"Fuck!" You moan out, imminently clasping your legs together, trying to stop him. Thankfully he stops checking to see if you're okay.
"I-.. Just hurt.." He nods, flashing you a small smile before kissing the tip of your nose.
"You're doing so well, baby. Being so good for daddy." You moan at the words, barely being able to feel the way he'd slowly inched his way in, until you felt the way his tip kissed your cervix.
"How do you feel?" He glances up, checking your expression to see if it's anything discomforting.
"It.. so full.." He chuckles at your lack of a structured sentence.
"That good, huh?" You nod, not even caring what he's teasing you about this time. Your hips grind up into his, feeling the way the ribbed condom slid against your ways.
"Oh.. my- fuuuck" His moans soon join yours as the speed of his thrusts pick up in momentum. His arms had braced themselves on each side of your body. A beautiful missionary pose if you do say so yourself.
"Oh shit baby- So fucking tight for me. fuuuckk" He groans, lifting your legs to wrap tightly around his waist, while your arms had snaked their way his veiny neck. Your head falls back, mouth gaped a O-shape.
"Oh- Ji- oh my god-" His grunts leave a pool of slick running down your thighs, which made this moment all the much hotter. Any pain that you had experienced had been long replaced with an ecstacy you wish you could feel all the time.
Your nails dig into the skin of his back, once innocent and cute creseant moon shapes now turned cherry red, with a few having drawn blood.
"Oh my god!" You hands come to stable by your hips, while leaning into your already fucked up position, thrusts hitting -somehow- even deeper before.
"Oh fu- daddy!" Your screams and skin slapping made fifty-shades of gray look like a disney movie. Along with Jimin's dirty but sweet talk, you had felt like you were on cloud nine.
"Oh fucking- shiiiittt baby. Gonna fill you up so nice. Fuuuck baby, look at your pussy taking me so well."
You moan, trying to switch positions. He pauses. "Something wrong?"
You nod. "I wanna be ontop." His eyes widen. "But- isn't that too kinky for right now?"
You pout. "Jimin so help me if you keep condemning me on how I can and can't fuck, I will leave here right now and you will have the WORSE case of blue balls in your life. " He immdiently flips around to that, laying on his back. You one leg over, straddling him lap. You reach down, guiding his cock around until your find your entrance.
"Oh- fuck that's not!- oh.." He groans, feeling an even tighter sensation from your back.
"Oh shit.." You laugh, taking it out before trying to line it up with your entrance. His wrist catches you.
"Baby if you want the worse UTI possible, I'd say go for it but let's just-" he reaches down, pulling the condom off. As he's reaching into his bedside table, you slam down onto his lap, cock being engulfed by your soaked pussy. He groans out, hands immediately coming to steady your hips.
"Jesus fu- baby you're gonna kill me.."
You smirk, guiding your hips along the trails of his cock, bouncing repeatedly. Going from fast paced to a slow, rhythmic pattern. His hands comes up to cup the rounds of your breasts, nipples being tugged at by his thumbs and index fingers. You glance down, chuckling at his position.
"You've got a breast kink.."
He smirk. "No, I've got a 'I wanna fuck a baby in you, please be the mother of my child' kink." That both sends you into a fit of tiny laughters, but the soon get replaced by moans and whimpers.
Mostly from your side.
"Baby I'm really gonna- no no no no shit- Baby I'm gonna cum!" You moan, hands reaching down to draw tiny circles into his hip bones and v-line as your thighs and pussy clench around his cock.
"Mmmm, can't tease me with a baby and break your promise, daddy." He groans, fighting with everything he's got as to not blow his load into your sweet pussy right now.
"Baby please- We can talk about that lat- fuck it!"
He flips you around in a matter of seconds. Your roots tightly coiled in his palm, while the other has reached forwards to grp one of your nipples.
"You want a baby so fucking badly? We're doing this my way." He leans down, thrusting his hips upwards into your pussy, watching as your sopping core engulfs his dick. He chuckles.
"My sperm, my choice of position." Your roll your eyes as his tugs on the roots of your hair, pulling you back to face him.
"Keep rolling your eyes and next time Imma shove that butt plug up your smart ass." You smirk, wiggling your hips as his thrusts start to become sloppy.
"You love my smart ass, daddy." He grunts, feeling the way his balls push up against your folds, slicking them even more.
"Fuck yeah I do. But," He tweaks your nipple in one hand, as you mewl out. "I love your fucking titties better."
You groan, burying your face into his satin pillows.
"Fuc-Fuck I'm coming!" He reaches forward, taking a hold on your clit likes it's dear life. The harsh circular motions send you into a fit of moans.
Psh, as if you weren't already in that.
"F-fuck- coming!" He moans out as you feel the hot rush of warm liquid shoot through your pussy. After a few moments he pulls out, admiring the Da Vinci like work he's done to both your ass and cunt.
He flips you over, making you lay upside down as your legs rest against the wall.
"What's this for?"
He smirks. "You said you wanted a baby, "
His lips capture yours in a spiderman like kiss.
"I'm gonna give you a baby."
He sits up, smiling like a little kid.
""Also I'm gonna call your pussy pac-man. Or.. pac-woman?" He laughs while cleaning up the sheets.
"Pac-pussy! Has a nice ring to it, don't chya think?"
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You know that I was thinking that this fic isn't long enough so I'm like- Lemme check the word count.
THIS MOTHER FUCKER WROTE 11,000 WORDS, 43 PAGES WORTH AND SAID IT'S 'NOT LONG ENOUGH'
regarding those non-ash hc's, what about the baddies?
Only to my favorite trio- i don't have much for anyone else XD
Jessie is so blatantly bisexual. a Violent Bisexual that says fuck Gender Normaties.
James is non-binary but chooses to use he/him pronouns. He unabashedly loves dresses and often looks better in them than Jessie.
Meowth is gay as fuck, he's a very angry closeted gay and takes out his anger on Pikachu cause he has a major crush on him. Jessie and James teases him endlessly about it.
Requested by Anon from this prompt list: OMG I love your "Lighthouse" imagine so much!! Can you do #30 and #31 with JJ?
#30 “It’s your turn to make dinner.”/ #31 “They’re not your kids, back the f*ck off.”
A/N: Hi Idk if this is exactly what you wanted, I also changed the wording of the prompt a Lil bit because it fit better and was more natural. This was so hard because I have ZERO ideas on how to write JJ as any form of a da, so coming up with a scenario to fit these in was hard. (JJ needs a lot of work before he’s ready to be a dad tbh) ALSO isn’t REALLY edited so sorry for that… I kina don’t like it but I REALLY hope you all enjoy it As always my Asks/requests/messages are open! So let me know what you think :)
It was a typical day for me, babysitting my sister’s kid. It was a small price to pay for letting me stay, rent-free in her home. I was new to Kildare Island, a fresh start was incredibly necessary after some less than pleasant rumors of me had spread around my previous high school. My parents thought that it might be best that I give myself a change of scenery. What better to help my mental health than distance and salty air right? Her daughter had grown comfortable around me, which made watching them much simpler.
I did get some free time on Fridays or the weekend when my brother-in-law or my sister were off work. It allowed me to make friends with a group of surfers that I met on the beach one afternoon. They called themselves ‘the pogues’, telling me all about the rivalry that controlled the island, to which I rolled my eyes laughing. JJ scolded me, “It’s very serious y/n.” The beach meetups turned into us hanging out by a fire in John B’s backyard, boneyard parties, and long Saturdays stretched on the HMS Pogue with a cold beer.
I loved all the pogues, but the relationship between JJ and I always seem to be different. We shared a few knowing glances that turned into lingering touches or two of us almost always engaging in sexually charged jokes when we were on the boat. We spent the most time together outside of the group, meeting up for ‘private surf lessons’ or a bite of food at the Wreck to surprise Kie. I had yet to tell any of them why I was in the Outer Banks other than shrugging and vaguely replying with “Something different.” Pope always joked saying that I was a mystery girl with a troubled past. While he was partially right, I feel like in all their minds it was much more theatrical than the truth.
I was bouncing Luna, my sister’s daughter, on my hip as I waited for her food to be heated up. My phone rang on the counter, making me jump at the noise. I glanced at the goofy picture if JJ smiling. He had taken it himself at a boneyard party after a few too many tequila shots. I swiped my finger over the answer button and held it to my ear.
“Hello Maybank, what’s up?” I said, the smile evident in my voice.
“I was thinking we could have dinner together tonight?” He asked over the phone. “John B and Pope have some college things to work on and Kie is working with her dad.” He stated, letting me know that it was just going to be us.
“Well, it is your turn to cook dinner.” I joked. We went back and forth, one of us getting or making the food for our time spent together, mostly it was when my family went out of town or were having their own beach days. “And I am rather exhausted” I laughed, hearing JJ sigh on the other end of the phone.
“How about I just grab a pizza and head over to your place?” He posed the question. It wasn’t that I didn’t want JJ to come over. I missed my friends since I had last seen them. My sister had always said as long as I was watching the kids she didn’t mind that I had a few visitors during the day, but I felt like it would be taking advantage of her generosity.
“You wanna come here, to my house?” I finally responded, my voice higher than normal.
JJ’s tone shifted immediately. “I mean I thought so, You aren’t embarrassed by me are you?” He was trying to play his question off as a joke with the awkward laugh he let out following it, but I could hear the slight hurt behind it.
“No. No.” I said quickly trying to do damage control. “I just gotta clean up a little is all,” I spoke, but mentally facepalmed at my choice of excuse.
“Be there in 20?” JJ asked
“Sounds good to me, I’ll leave the door unlocked.” With that our phone conversation was over. I set Luna down in her high chair letting her play with her toys as I did clean up the day’s mess around the kitchen and living room. I also sent a quick text to my sister letting her know that we were having a visitor.
I was wiping down the kitchen as JJ made his entrance known. “So I’m thinking we down this pizza while we watch-” He boomed, stopping when his eyes landed on Luna. He froze and his eyes went wide as he looked between me and the young child in the high chair. It took everything in me not to burst out laughing at the scene unfolding in front of me.
JJ took a stutter step back. “Is she-” He started but quickly changed his statement. “I- I didn’t know you had a kid.” He let out a deep breath.
It was at that point that I began laughing. JJ laughed a little too but it was obviously an awkward and confused laugh. “That’s because I don’t.” I saw the look of relief wash over his face and his normal bright smile settle onto his face. “This,” I walked over to Luna, rubbing the top of her head comfortingly, “is Luna, she’s my niece. I watch her during the week while her parents are at work.”
“That makes so much sense.” He said walking over to the table and setting down the box of pizza. I followed JJ and getting out plates and napkins.
“It’s good to know where you stand with kids though.” I laughed.
“It was a surprise.” He joked back. “Look it’s not your kid, so lay off okay. I feel terrible about my freak out, I was just surprised.” He said voice getting serious with his remorse.
I almost felt bad, for continuing joking with him, but not enough to stop. We began divvying up pizza slices. I place mine to the side and began cutting Lunas into small bite-sized pieces. “Surprised?” I asked JJ, “You don’t think I’m mother material?” My tone still light as I did and awkward motion referencing to myself, causing JJ to laugh. Seeing his smile made me feel better about the awkward situation.
“I mean you are the ‘mystery girl’” He referenced using air quotes. “So I didn’t know if that might have been why you were running from home. I was gonna hand it to you though, I was gonna say you hid it awfully well.” He said, bringing his hand up to scratch the back of his neck. “I was also going to tell you that you didn’t have to hide things from me because you can trust me.”
I snapped my head up toward JJ as he finished his sentence. The stupid smile on my face probably said it all. I let an “Awe JJ” fall from my mouth as I took in his words and pulled him into a crushing hug. He let his arms wrap around me as one hand rested on the back of my head comfortingly. My head was laid on his chest throughout the hug, meaning could hear his still racing heartbeat and smiled to myself, knowing that I had that effect on JJ.
