#jjmaybankxreader

[usteadyophelia]

Jj maybe fic inspired by stupid song by Olivia would be so good

STUPID SONG

pairing: jj maybank x reader genre: fluff, angst, romantic comedy, friends to lovers, long-distance, mutual pining warnings: emotional yearning, college setting, mild swearing, mentions of alcohol and partying, lovesick!reader word count: 3.8k summary: Leaving the Outer Banks for college was supposed to be the beginning of a new life. Instead, seven nights away from JJ Maybank has you realizing that maybe missing your best friend has never felt quite this much like being in love. note: Hi!!! I tried my best and i like how it end up, so i hope you do too!!!

New York had never looked so blue.

Maybe it was the hour, maybe it was the rain that had started sometime after midnight and turned the city into a blur of silver streets and smeared lights, or maybe it was simply because you had spent the entire evening surrounded by people who seemed to know exactly what they were doing while you stood in the corner of a crowded apartment, holding a drink you had forgotten to drink and wondering what JJ Maybank was doing.

Which, admittedly, was not a particularly useful thing to wonder. But still, you had been wondering it for seven days.

Seven days since you had last seen him, which was not even a particularly long amount of time, except that it apparently was when you were you and JJ Maybank. You had tried to act normal about it. You had gone to class, answered messages, eaten something that had technically counted as dinner on two separate occasions and even attended this party because your friends had insisted that you needed to get out of your room before you became permanently attached to your phone.

It had not worked because your phone was still in your hand and you glanced down at the screen to find no messages.

Three minutes later, you checked again. Still nothing.

“You know he’s not going to magically text you because you keep staring at your phone, right?”

You looked up to find your friend leaning against the wall beside you, a cigarette tucked between two fingers and an expression that suggested she had been watching you for a while.

“I’m not waiting for a text.”

“You’ve checked your phone six times in the last ten minutes.”

“I could be checking the time.”

“You have a watch.”

You glanced down at your wrist. “Maybe I like checking the weather.”

She stared at you.

You took a sip of your drink, discovered it was warm and tasted mostly like something you had once been told was vodka, and decided that you hated this party.

It was full of people who looked like they had been born knowing how to stand at parties. Girls with perfect hair and tiny sunglasses despite the fact that it was nearly two in the morning, guys with expensive watches and the sort of effortless confidence you had always suspected was mostly a result of having never once had to worry about whether you were being annoying. Everyone seemed beautiful, relaxed and impossibly cool.

You had never been good at being cool.

You were good at remembering things about JJ.

You knew that he hated when people touched his hair, except when you did it. You knew he lied about being fine by becoming louder, funnier and considerably more irritating. You knew that if he called you after midnight, he probably needed something, although what he usually needed was either money, a ride or someone to tell him that whatever terrible idea he had was, in fact, a terrible idea.

You knew the exact sound of his laugh when something genuinely surprised him.

You knew how he said your name when he was tired.

And, apparently, you knew how to spend an entire week thinking about someone who wasn't even in the same city.

“Come on,” your friend said, pushing herself away from the wall. “We're going to the bathroom.”

“Why?”

“Because everyone else is.”

That was how, ten minutes later, you found yourself sitting on the edge of a bathtub while three girls you had never met smoked by the open window, talking about people you did not know and laughing like they had never once had a thought they were embarrassed by.

Your phone buzzed and your heart stopped. You looked down so quickly that one of the girls glanced over. But it was a message from your mother.

You stared at it for a second before locking your phone again.

“Everything okay?” your friend asked.

“Yeah.” The answer came automatically. You were always saying that you were okay.

You were okay when JJ didn't call. You were okay when he disappeared for days and then showed up at your door like he had not left you wondering if he was dead. You were okay when he threw an arm around your shoulders and called you his best friend, because that was all you were.

You were okay.

You just couldn't stop thinking about him.

You couldn't stop wondering what he was doing, whether he had eaten, whether he was sleeping, whether he was somewhere on a boat with his friends or lying on his bed with his hands behind his head, staring at the ceiling and thinking about absolutely anything except you.

That thought made something in your chest hurt.

So you stood up, smoothed down your dress and decided you were going home.

You made it as far as the front door before your phone buzzed again.

This time, it was him.

JJ: u awake?

You stared at the message.

A second one appeared.

JJ: dont answer that obviously youre awake

Despite yourself, you smiled.

You: What do you want?

The typing bubble appeared almost immediately.

JJ: wow. rude.

You: It's two in the morning.

JJ: exactly. prime time for being nice to me.

You looked at the screen for a long moment, at the stupid messages and the familiar way he managed to make you smile even when he wasn't there, and felt something inside you come undone a little more.

Because this was the problem.

You could go seven days without seeing him and still feel like he was everywhere.

In every stupid song.

In every late-night thought.

In every moment when something happened and your first instinct was to turn to him, only to remember that he wasn't there.

You typed a reply.

You: What do you want, JJ?

This time, his answer took longer.

JJ: just wanted to hear from you.

You read it once. And then, because you were apparently completely insane, you smiled at your phone like he had just told you he loved you.

You hated that he could still do that.

You hated that he could be hundreds of miles away, probably sitting somewhere in the Cut with a beer in his hand and absolutely no idea that you had just spent the last seven days thinking about him so often that it had become embarrassing, and still make your entire night better with four stupid words.

You typed back.

You: You could have just said that.

The typing bubble appeared. Disappeared. Appeared again.

JJ: yeah but then i wouldve sounded sincere

You laughed before you could stop yourself.

It was quiet, barely more than a breath, but your friend still looked over from where she was standing by the door.

“Was that JJ?”

You immediately locked your phone. “No.”

She stared at you. “Okay.”

“It wasn't.”

“Right.”

You ignored her and slipped your phone into your bag, but the smile refused to leave your face.

That was the problem with being away from home. You had thought leaving would make everything easier.

When you had accepted your place at college in New York, everyone had been excited for you. Your parents had cried. Your friends had thrown you a goodbye party that had ended with JJ nearly falling off the dock because he had been trying to convince everyone that he could jump from the roof of the Chateau and land in the water.

You had laughed until your stomach hurt.

Then, two days later, you had driven away.

You had told yourself that you were ready.

You were excited. You wanted this. You wanted to see new places and meet new people and become someone who didn't know every single person on the island by name. You wanted to walk through a city where nobody knew you as the girl who had grown up alongside the Pogues, where nobody knew that JJ Maybank had been your best friend since you were both children.

You had wanted a new life.

And you had gotten one.

You just hadn't expected to miss the old one quite so much.

You missed the island in ways you hadn't expected. You missed the smell of the ocean when you woke up. You missed the sound of boats in the morning and the way the sun seemed to settle over everything. You missed your friends, even when they were irritating.

You missed JJ most of all.

Which was ridiculous.

You had known him your entire life. He had never been particularly difficult to find before. If you wanted to see him, you went to the Chateau. If he wanted to see you, he showed up at your house, usually without warning and usually with some excuse that made absolutely no sense.

Now, if you wanted to see him, you had to buy a plane ticket.

If he wanted to see you, he had to cross half the country.

And you had both discovered, rather quickly, that wanting to see each other and actually seeing each other were two very different things.

At first, you had talked every day.

Then, classes started.

Then, JJ got busy.

Then, you got busy.

Then, somehow, seven days had passed.

Seven days since you had heard his voice.

Seven days since he had called you just to complain about something that had happened to him.

Seven days since you had seen his face.

And apparently, seven days was long enough for you to start feeling like you were losing your mind.

Your phone buzzed again.

JJ: so are you having fun?

You looked around the party.

A girl you had never met was dancing on a table. Someone had spilled a drink on the floor. Your friend was arguing with a stranger about music.

You typed:

You: Obviously.

A few seconds passed.

JJ: liar

You stared at the message.

You: How would you know?

JJ: because i know you

Your heart did something stupid.

You hated him.

You loved him.

You hated that you didn't know which one was worse.

You: You don't know everything about me.

This time, the reply came almost immediately.

JJ: i know you hate parties like this

You frowned.

You: I don't hate parties.

JJ: you hate parties where everyone is trying too hard to look like they dont care about anything

You stared at the screen.

Then you looked around the room.

At the girls laughing by the kitchen island. At the guys shouting over the music. At the people who seemed completely comfortable in a place where you had spent the last two hours wondering when you could leave.

You swallowed.

You: Maybe I just miss home.

The typing bubble appeared. Then vanished. Then appeared again.

JJ: yeah

You waited.

JJ: me too

And suddenly, just like that, the whole city seemed too big.

You had spent months trying to convince yourself that you belonged here. You had learned which coffee shop stayed open late, which subway line to take to class and which streets were safest to walk down at night. You had made friends and memorized professors' names and learned how to be alone in a city full of millions of people.

But sometimes, at one in the morning, when the lights outside your window blurred into the darkness, you still felt like you were waiting for someone to come find you.

And that someone had always been JJ.

You stared at his message until the screen dimmed.

Then you unlocked it again.

You: I really miss you.

You didn't think before sending it.

The second it appeared on the screen, your entire body went still.

You could delete it.

You could pretend it had been a mistake.

You could say you meant everyone.

You could—

JJ: yeah?

Your heart began beating faster.

You: Yeah.

There was a pause.

Long enough for you to regret everything.

Then:

JJ: i miss you too

You smiled.

And then another message came through.

JJ: like a lot

You stared at it.

Your smile faded into something softer.

Because you knew JJ. You knew that he didn't say things like that easily. Not really. He made jokes when he was uncomfortable. He turned everything into something stupid before it could become too serious.

But he had said it.

He missed you.

And suddenly, all the things you had spent the last seven days trying not to think about came rushing back.

The way he looked at you when he thought you weren't paying attention. How he always reached for you first when something happened. The way he called you before anyone else. The way you had hugged him goodbye at the airport and held on for a second longer than you should have. The way you had spent the entire flight pretending you weren't crying.

You pressed your lips together.

You: I miss you more.

His answer came almost immediately.

JJ: impossible

You smiled.

You: You don't know that.

JJ: i do

You: How?

This time, he took longer to answer.

Long enough that you thought maybe he wasn't going to.

Then your phone buzzed.

JJ: because i think about you all the time too

You stopped breathing. You read it once. Then again. And then a third time, just to make sure the words hadn't changed. Your heart felt like it was made of wax beneath the sun, softening so quickly that you weren't sure what would be left of it by morning.

You: JJ.

JJ: what

You: Nothing.

JJ: no tell me

You looked down at your phone.

At the words.

At the distance between New York and the Outer Banks.

At the fact that, somehow, no matter how far you went, JJ Maybank still seemed to be the person you wanted most.

You: I think I might be in love with you.

The typing bubble appeared.

Then disappeared.

Then appeared again.

You held your breath.

Finally, his reply came through.

JJ: oh

For one horrible second, you couldn't breathe.

“Oh.”

That was it?

You read the message again, your smile slowly disappearing as the warmth in your chest turned into something cold and sharp.

Maybe he had been drunk.

Maybe he had only said all of that because it was two in the morning and he was sitting somewhere back home with a beer in his hand, missing you in the same vague, harmless way that you missed everyone else.

Maybe he would wake up tomorrow and remember what you had said and regret it.

Maybe he had only taken so long to answer because he was trying to figure out how to tell you that he didn't feel the same way.

Your phone buzzed again.

JJ: thank god

You blinked.

You: What?

JJ: i was starting to think i was gonna have to come to new york and make a fool of myself before you figured it out

You stared at the screen.

You read the message once.

Then twice.

Your heart began beating again.

You: What does that mean?

This time, he didn't answer immediately.

You waited and a minute passed, then two. You looked at the screen again.

Nothing.

The smile that had barely begun to return to your face disappeared.

Of course.

Of course he had been joking.

You should have known. This was JJ. He made jokes when he didn't know what to say. He flirted with everyone. He could turn the most serious moment into something stupid before you had time to understand what was happening.

You had said you were in love with him, and he had responded with a joke.

Your stomach twisted.

You: JJ?

Nothing.

You checked the time.

2:47 a.m.

Maybe he had fallen asleep.

Maybe he had been drunk.

Maybe he would wake up tomorrow and not even remember the conversation.

You put your phone in your bag and told yourself that you were going home.

You made it three steps before taking it out again.

Nothing.

You hated him.

You loved him.

You were going to die.

By the time you got back to your apartment, the rain had soaked through your dress and your shoes were killing you. You kicked them off by the door, dropped your bag onto the floor and stood in the middle of your tiny room, staring at your phone like it had personally betrayed you.

Still nothing.

You changed into an old T-shirt, washed the makeup from your face and climbed into bed.

You didn't sleep.

Every time you closed your eyes, you saw his messages.

I miss you too.

Like a lot.

I think about you all the time too.

And then:

I was starting to think I was gonna have to come to New York and make a fool of myself before you figured it out.

You had replayed the conversation so many times that you no longer knew what had actually happened and what you had imagined.

At four in the morning, you finally gave up.

At seven, you woke up.

Your phone was still beside your pillow.

There were no new messages.

You stared at the ceiling.

This was fine.

You were fine.

You had confessed your love to your best friend, who was several hundred miles away and possibly drunk, and he had responded by making a joke before disappearing completely.

Everything was absolutely fine.

You got out of bed.

You went to class.

You didn't pay attention to a single word.

By lunchtime, you had checked your phone forty-three times. By three in the afternoon, you had decided that you were never speaking to JJ again. By four, you had decided that was stupid. By five, you had decided that you hated being in love. And by six, someone was knocking on your apartment door.

You froze.

You weren't expecting anyone.

Your friends had keys. Your roommate was away for the weekend. You had ordered no food.

The knock came again.

You walked slowly toward the door.

“Who is it?”

There was a pause.

Then, from the other side:

“Open the door.”

You stopped breathing.

No.

There was no way.

You knew that voice.

You knew it even when it was muffled through a door, even when your heart was beating so loudly you could barely hear anything else.

You opened the door. to see JJ standing in the hallway.

For a moment, neither of you said anything.

He looked tired. His hair was a mess, his clothes were wrinkled and he had a backpack slung over one shoulder, as if he had simply decided to cross the country and show up at your apartment without giving you any warning.

Which, apparently, was exactly what he had done.

You stared at him. “What are you doing here?”

He smiled. “Surprise?”

You continued staring. “JJ.”

“Okay, technically, I was going to make it more romantic, but the bus was late and I got lost twice and then this guy at the station tried to sell me a watch, so—”

“JJ.”

He stopped.

Your eyes were beginning to burn.

His smile faded. “Hey.”

“You're here.”

“Yeah.”

“You're actually here.”

“Yeah.”

You looked behind him, as if there might be some reasonable explanation for why he was standing in your hallway.

There wasn't.

You looked back at him.

“You didn't answer me last night.”

JJ's expression changed. “I know.”

“I thought you changed your mind.”

His face fell. “What?”

“I thought you were drunk, or that you wouldn't remember, or that you were going to wake up and realize that you didn't actually mean any of it.” Your voice became increasingly unsteady, and you hated it, because you had spent the entire day trying to act like you were fine and now he was standing in front of you and suddenly you were absolutely not fine. “You just stopped answering me.”

“I didn't stop answering you.”

“You did.”

“I fell asleep.”

You stared at him.

He winced. “Okay, yeah. I probably should've mentioned that.”

“You fell asleep?”

“Yeah.”

“After I told you I was in love with you?”

JJ rubbed the back of his neck. “I was tired.”

You looked at him.

He immediately raised his hands.

“Okay, that sounded bad. I didn't fall asleep because of that. I mean, I did fall asleep, but not because you said that. I was just—”

“JJ.”

“Right. Sorry.”

You pressed your lips together, trying desperately not to cry.

He looked at you for a moment, and then all the joking disappeared from his face. “I didn't change my mind.”

You swallowed. “You didn't?”

“No.”

“Even though I said it?”

“Especially because you said it.”

You stared at him.

He stepped closer. “I've been in love with you for so long that I genuinely thought you knew.”

You let out a disbelieving laugh. “You thought I knew?”

“Yeah.”

“JJ, you live in North Carolina.”

“That's not relevant.”

“It is extremely relevant.”

“I called you every night for a month.”

“Because you were lonely.”

“I told you I missed you.”

“You miss everyone.”

He stared at you.

Then he shook his head. “You are actually unbelievable.”

You laughed despite yourself, wiping quickly at your eyes. “And you came all the way here?”

“Yeah.”

“Why?”

He looked at you like the answer was obvious. “Because you said you loved me.”

Your heart hurt. “That's it?”

“No.” He stepped closer again, until there was barely any space left between you. “Because I love you too.”

You stared at him.

The city continued moving around you. Cars passed outside. Someone laughed somewhere down the hall. A door slammed in another apartment.

But for the first time since you had arrived in New York, you didn't feel like you were missing anything.

JJ reached for your hand.

“And because,” he continued, his thumb brushing over your knuckles, “I figured if you were going to finally tell me that you wanted me, I should probably be there.”

You smiled through the tears in your eyes. “You're an idiot.”

“Yeah.”

“You took a bus across the country.”

“Yeah.”

“You could have just called me.”

“That would've been less romantic.”

“You fell asleep.”

“Still romantic.”

You laughed, and JJ smiled.

Then he pulled you into his arms.

You held onto him so tightly that for a moment, you forgot that he had ever been anywhere else.

You had spent seven nights alone, dreaming about him.

You had spent months missing him from a city that was too big and too loud and too far away from home.

And now, finally, JJ was standing in your apartment, his arms around you and his face buried against your hair.

“You know,” he murmured, “I did have a whole speech planned.”

“You did?”

“Yeah.”

“What happened to it?”

He pulled back just enough to look at you. “I forgot it when you opened the door.”

You smiled.

“Good.”

“Good?”

“Yeah.”

“Why?”

You leaned closer, your forehead touching his.

“Because I like you better when you're stupid.”

JJ grinned.“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.”

“Good.”

And then he kissed you.

And suddenly, New York didn't look blue anymore.

[toweranne]

“Hold You Like This” —JJ Maybank x Reader —Hurt/Comfort, Angst with Fluff

📌 This is a work of fiction written by me. Reposts, copying or translations without credit is not allowed. Please be kind — creators deserve respect. 💌 — Warnings: Mentions of parental abuse, visible bruises, emotional vulnerability, gentle physical care, soft language

The steam rose from the hot tub, curling through the cool night air like a whispered secret. Around us, the backyard was dark and quiet except for the soft hum of the jets. JJ sat there, water just below his shoulders, muscles tense beneath the surface, face shadowed in the dim glow of the patio lights.

I slipped in beside him without a word, letting the warmth wash over me. The silence between us wasn’t awkward; it was the kind that filled with everything unspoken but deeply understood.

JJ’s eyes were fixed somewhere beyond the edge of the tub, distant like he was looking for something he could barely name. After a long moment, his voice came out, low and rough.

“I bought this for them.” His hand traced the rim of the tub slowly, deliberately. “For my family. So they’d have something good. Something to come home to.”

I turned toward him, catching the way his jaw clenched tight, like he was holding back a storm. The bruises on his ribs peeked from beneath the water—deep purples and yellows, angry marks left by a fight that didn’t just hurt his body but seemed to weigh on his soul.

“You don’t have to do everything alone, JJ,” I said gently. “You’ve done so much already.”

He finally met my eyes, dark and stormy. “I’m tough,” he whispered. “I’ve gotta be.”

“I know you are,” I said softly, the words like a balm. “You don’t have to prove it to me.”

He shifted, the water rippling as he moved. “I can take care of myself.”

“You have,” I said. “But that’s not all. You don’t have to. Not with me here.”

JJ’s shoulders dropped just a little, like he was easing down after carrying a weight he didn’t realize he’d been holding. His voice cracked just slightly when he said, “I’m used to doing it alone.”

“And now you’re not,” I told him, reaching out to let my hand hover just above his bruised ribs, careful not to touch too hard, but close enough for him to feel the promise in the space between us. “We take care of each other now. You don’t have to carry it by yourself anymore.”

For a long moment, JJ said nothing. Then he finally let out a breath that sounded like surrender, or relief, or maybe just the exhaustion of fighting so hard all the time.

“I want to be better,” he admitted, voice low, “not just for them, but for me too. But some days, it feels like I’m drowning in all the shit I’ve been through.”

I leaned closer, meeting him fully. “You’re not drowning. Not when I’m here.”

JJ’s eyes flickered, vulnerability breaking through the tough exterior for just a heartbeat. “Why would you stay? Why would you care?”

“Because I see you,” I said simply. “Not just the tough, angry side you show the world. But the part you try to hide. The part that’s scared and tired and still wants to believe in something better.”

He looked at me then, really looked, like he was trying to memorize the shape of my face. “I don’t want to be a burden.”

“You’re not a burden,” I said firmly. “You’re someone I want to be with. Someone I want to stand beside, no matter what.”

JJ swallowed hard, the muscles in his jaw working. Then slowly, he reached out and took my hand, his fingers warm and steady in mine.

“I’ve always tried to protect the people I care about,” he said, voice rough with emotion. “Sometimes I’m scared I’m not strong enough.”

“You’re stronger than you think,” I assured him. “And you don’t have to do it alone anymore.”

The water rippled as JJ shifted closer, not with words but with a small, unspoken gesture. His hand found mine again, fingers tightening just enough to remind me he was still there—still holding on.

I reached out, wrapping my arms around his shoulders, pulling him into a quiet hug. His body was rigid at first, every muscle tense like he was waiting for the moment to break. But slowly, he leaned into me, resting his head lightly against mine.

“I don’t always know how to let people in,” he murmured, voice barely audible over the jets. “But... I’m trying.”

I pressed a soft kiss to the side of his head. “You don’t have to be perfect at it. Just let me be here.”

Gently, I ran my fingers over the bruises along his ribs—careful, tender. The marks were raw reminders of his father’s fists, but tonight, my touch was a small rebellion against the pain they represented.

“Let me help,” I whispered. “You don’t have to carry all this alone.”

JJ stayed still under my hands, breathing slowing as the warmth of the water and my touch started to ease the tightness in his body. For a moment, the weight he’d been holding so fiercely lifted—not vanished, but shared.

The night wrapped us both in its quiet hush. No promises were made, no grand declarations. Just two people, holding onto each other in the stillness, proving that sometimes strength comes from letting someone else carry part of the load.

And in that steaming glow, JJ didn’t have to be the only one holding up the weight anymore.

My hand lightly rested on JJ’s shoulder, steadying him in the warm water. After a moment, I slid my fingers beneath his arm and squeezed gently. “Let me help.”

He didn’t protest, but the way his muscles tensed told me he was already bracing himself for the pain.

I stood slowly, careful not to pull him too fast. “Ready?” I asked softly.

JJ nodded, but as he lifted himself out of the water, a sharp groan escaped him, low and guttural. His face twisted for just a second—the kind of pain that demands you pause and breathe.

I wrapped my arm around his waist, supporting his weight. “Take it slow. You don’t have to rush.”

He took a shaky breath, pressing his palm against his ribs as if trying to hold the bruises in place. I felt the heat from his skin, uneven and tender under my fingertips.

Together, we moved inch by inch, my hand sliding from his back to his side, careful not to touch the bruises until he was steady on his feet.

When he finally settled on the bench beside the tub, I reached for the healing balm. I warmed it between my palms, then pressed my fingers gently against his ribs where the bruises were darkest.

JJ flinched sharply, a small grunt breaking past his lips, and I stopped immediately, waiting for him to catch his breath.

“Sorry,” I whispered, but he shook his head, eyes clenched shut.

“No—keep going,” he said quietly. “Just… slow.”

I adjusted, pressing lighter, rubbing in slow, circular motions. The skin was tender, swollen beneath my touch, but the balm’s coolness seemed to soothe some of the heat beneath the surface.

JJ exhaled slowly, the tension in his body loosening just a fraction.

I stayed close, my hands gentle but steady. No need for words right then—just the quiet between us.

After a moment, JJ’s eyes found mine, tired but real.

He didn’t say much, just a quiet shake of his head, like he was trying to push something back down.

I gave his shoulder a squeeze. “You don’t have to keep it all inside.”

He swallowed hard but didn’t look away.

He gave a small, tired smile—the kind that’s both grateful and weary all at once. I kept my hands moving, slow and deliberate, tracing over every bruise and scratch, willing to take on some of his pain if only through touch.

When I finished, JJ shifted, his breath hitching as the soreness settled in again. I helped him lie back against the bench, wrapping a towel gently around his shoulders.

“Better?” I asked.

He nodded, though the ache hadn’t vanished. “Yeah. Thanks.”

For a moment, we just sat there—quiet, close, sharing something without words.

And in that stillness, I knew we’d both been holding up more than we thought. But right now, neither of us had to do it alone.

🌊Huge thanks to @enchanthings and @bbyg4rlhelps for the beautiful dividers! All credit goes to them for the design. Please check out their work and give them the love they deserve.

[blue-strky]

Double Trouble

Requested by @swacred

I loved this idea and i loved writing it so much thanks marley (i think thats your name if not im so sorry)

Skater!girl x JJ

Warnings: NSWF, hookup, piv, unprotected sex, overstimulation, drinking, weed, fingering (I think that's it?)

Enjoy!

💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

You’re skating down the boardwalk, wheels humming smooth beneath you, curls bouncing in the salty breeze. It’s your first week staying with family for the summer, soaking up all the OBX vibes. Headphones blasting, world on mute—you’re in your zone, lost in the rhythm of your board and the ocean air.

JJ’s leaning casually against the railing, one hand wrapped around a cold beer, eyes tracing the waves like they hold all the secrets. He’s got that effortless vibe—like he owns the place without even trying.

You’re trying out a new trick, focused and maybe a little too caught up in your own world. Suddenly, you lose your balance and almost slam right into him.

“Shit, sorry!” you blurt, stepping back too fast. His grip slips, and the beer tumbles from his hand, crashing against the boardwalk with a loud, shattering smack.

You immediately feel a sharp sting bite your palm. Looking down, you spot thin lines of blood creeping between your fingers.

JJ’s face shifts instantly from surprise to concern as he crouches down beside you. “Fuck, you good?” he asks, eyes scanning the cut.

You bite your lip, trying not to wince. “Yeah, I’m YN,” you say, trying to keep your voice steady despite the sting.

He reaches out carefully, gently grabbing your hand. His fingers are warm as he inspects the cut, and you can’t help but notice how close you are.

“JJ,” he says, his voice low and steady.

You meet his gaze, heart skipping a beat even though you’re trying to play it cool. “Guess I owe you a beer,” you say, a smirk tugging at your lips despite the pain.

He chuckles softly, pulling his shirt off to wrap around your hand, stopping the bleeding. “Yeah, you definitely do.”

The tension between you lingers in the salty air, heavy but electric. Neither of you rushes to break it—it’s like the universe just set the stage for something new.

Later, you roll up to the Cameron house—your cousins’ place, a messy, lively spot that somehow feels like home despite being new to you. The porch light casts a warm glow, and you hear familiar laughter and the faint clatter of dishes inside.

Ward, Sarah’s dad and your uncle-by-marriage, spots you the second you walk in, eyes immediately flicking to your hand wrapped in JJ’s shirt.

“What happened?” he asks, voice low but firm like he’s ready to school you if needed.

“I fell,” you say, shrugging it off.

Ward nods. “Alright, let’s get you cleaned up.”

He starts walking toward the kitchen, but his phone buzzes in his pocket. He pulls it out but doesn’t answer right away.

Instead, he calls out, “Sarah, baby, can you come help YN with a cut?”

You hear footsteps as Sarah—your cousin and a total boss—comes downstairs.

Ward grabs his phone and heads toward his office. “I’ve got a call I need to take.”

Sarah arrives just in time, giving you a reassuring smile.

She gently takes your hand and inspects the cut. The blood is still fresh, but not too bad.

“Okay, first things first,” Sarah says, grabbing a clean cloth and running it under cold water.

She carefully presses the damp cloth against your palm, cleaning away the blood.

“Does it sting?” she asks.

“A little,” you admit, biting your lip.

Sarah nods. “That’s normal. Just hold still.”

After a few seconds, she reaches for a small first aid kit and pulls out some antiseptic cream and a sterile bandage.

She spreads the cream gently over the cut, then wraps the bandage snugly around your hand.

“There,” she says, giving you a soft smile. “Good as new.”

You flex your fingers, testing the bandage. “Thanks, Sarah. I owe you one.”

She laughs. “Just don’t go falling again, okay?”

Sarah studies your bandaged hand carefully. “So, how’d you manage to do this?” she asks, eyebrow raised.

You shrug, cheeks warming. “I fell… tried a trick and didn’t stick it.”

She laughs, nudging your arm. “Classic. But you gotta be careful if you wanna keep skating all summer.”

You grin. “Yeah, yeah, I know.”

Sarah’s smile gets wider. “Hey, there’s a party tonight at the Bone Yard. All the island kids will be there.”

You blink, intrigued. “The Bone Yard?”

“Yeah, it’s where everyone hangs out. It’s pretty chill—music, bonfires, the whole vibe.”

You hesitate but the thought makes your heart skip. “Sounds… fun.”

Sarah nods. “It’ll be a good way to meet people. You should come.”

You smile, feeling a spark of excitement. “Alright, I’m in.”

💕💕💕💕💕Later that night💕💕💕💕💕

The night air hits you as you step into the Bone Yard, the low hum of music and chatter wrapping around you like a familiar blanket. Topper’s by your side, grinning like he owns the place as you weave through the crowd of island kids gathered around bonfires and makeshift tables.

Sarah waves from across the yard, her eyes catching yours before she slips away to talk with some friends. You spot JJ leaning against a post near the edge, watching the crowd with that effortless cool, but you don’t say a word—yet.

You take a deep breath, letting the buzz of the party settle in, then slip away from Topper to grab two beers from the cooler. One’s for you, the other still sealed.

JJ’s eyes find you as you head back, and for a moment, you freeze, caught under his gaze.

You walk up with a smirk, holding out the unopened bottle. “Here, stranger. I owed you one.”

He raises an eyebrow, accepting the beer, the corner of his mouth twitching into a grin. “Thanks. I was starting to think you forgot.”

You shrug, popping open your own bottle. “Not a chance.”

He leans in slightly, voice low enough just for you. “You’re full of surprises, YN. I like that.”

You sip your beer, feeling the warmth spread. “Yeah? You’re not so bad yourself.”

The music pulses around you as you both fall into easy conversation—talking about the island, favorite spots, and the dumbest tricks you’ve attempted on your boards.

“You ever fall this hard before?” he asks, nodding at your bandaged hand.

You laugh, shrugging. “More times than I can count. But hey, it’s all part of the ride.”

He smirks, eyes locked on yours. “You’re tougher than you look.”

You bite your lip, heart picking up pace. “You’re not too shabby yourself.”

The buzz of the party fades into background noise as the moment stretches between you two—electric, charged, and just waiting to snap.

He leans in lips just brush yours you cam feel his hot breath on your slightly cold face and he pulls back slightly, voice low and casual, “I know a spot we can go… if you want.”

You grins, biting your lip, “Sure.”

You two slip through the party crowd, weaving toward the edge of the Bone Yard.

JJ leads confidently, hand resting lightly on your lower back.

The night air is just slightly chiller then normal, but the heat between you stays thick.

JJ leads you to a old rusty van,i parked just out of sight.

JJ opens the sliding door and motions for you to get in.

The van smells faintly of leather and sea salt.

JJ leans against the doorframe, watching you settle in.

You smile, heart pounding with anticipation.

JJ steps inside, closing the door behind him.

The small space feels cozy and private.

JJ moves close again, fingers brushing your cheek.

You're eyes lock, breath shallow.

JJ tilts your chin up, capturing your lips in a hungry kiss.

You melt into it, he as he slips histongue into your mouth. He tasted faintly like beer and mint.

As the kissed continued and hands started to roam, his hands warm, rough, but soft at the same time, went from the back of your neck to the small of your back to the hem of your shirt.

He pulled back just far enough to pull your shirt off and you helped his hand reached behind you to find your bra clip.

Before he undid it he checked in looking you in the eye "you sure"?

You nod.

"Words" he said shaking his head.

"Yes" you said breathlessly from the lobg kiss and your anticipation.

Just as you said the word like magic he unclipped it, with one hand the straps fell down your shoulders, you take your arms out of them.

Nipples almost instantly hard from the cold night air, even in the van.

He groans amd kisses your collar bone whispering in between kisses fuck ... your .... perfect.

He kisses back up to your neck.

You find the hem of his shirt pull it up slightly, he pulls back and takes it off.

it gets thrown somewhere on the van floor as he leans back in to kiss you.

His hands traces your figure.

All the way until he reaches your jean shorts, his fingers find the button he pulls back, undoes them.

He leans down to take the right boob in his mouth, sucking and kissing, hot breath on your chest.

While the other hand messaging your left, fingers pinching and rolling your nipple. Making you moan and whimper. You could feel him getting harder by the minute, so you reach down to palm him through his pants.

He groans pulls back just enough to take his pants off, you mirrored his action.

Now a pile of clothes on the ground.

He leans in again kissing you, as his hand trail down to your soaking wet heat, to open you up with his fingers.

He gently slid one in easily.

Then two.

he moved them in the spongy spot, making you cry out.

"So wet for me"? He taunted a bit fingers moving a little faster.

He adds preasure on your clit, making you almost cum on the spot.

"Fuck fuck fuck! JJ! Fuck"! You moan, legs shaking from how close you are.

He stops pulling his fingers out.

Moving his hand, to stoking his long thick length. Rubbing his tip through your folds.

"Shit" he groans "so fuckin' wet".

His cock catches on your hole, he pushes in slowly little by little, hissing threw his clench jaw.

"Shit JJ" you moan out, due to the sweet burn of the stretch.

When he finally bottomed out, he said "tell me when"

Staying still, letting you relax get used to him.

Ok you say breathless "I'm ready"

He nods and slowly starts to move, you lift your leg onto his shoulder making him go impossibly deeper, he slowly picks up his pace and sets a rythme.

All that can be heard in the van, is the slaping of skin, your moans, every so often the twinkie would squeak.

Your eyes roll back from the intense pleasure.

Shiiiiit you say clenching JJ so hard, desperately feeling for anything to grab.

You eventually find JJ wrist, that was holding him up so he wouldn't crush you. your other hand reached up over your head and found the seat crack.

Fuck JJ groaned "You gonna cum? Your clenching so hard I'm gonna lose control" a moment later he continued "come onbaby cum for me be a good girl and let go"

The hand you werent holding, went to rub your clit in figure eights.

Your legs started shaking, your vision went black, you saw stars, JJ sped up as you came hard on his cock

"Fuck I'm cummin" " is all you got to say before you were moaning and couldnt form words.

JJ started chasing his high, as your yes rolled back again, with overwhelming pleasure.

Before you knew it his cum spilled inside you.

All you heard was his groan and felt his speed slowly slowing down.

You look up at him and he said "You with me?"

You nodded and he slowly and carefully pulled out.

Stood up to grab a napkin from the glove box, cleaned you up he got dressed, helped you get dressed as he was helping you put on your bra you said "thank you that was amazing"

Then all a sudden there was a knock on the door

Hey man, John b said You good in there

JJ signaled to you to be quite.

Yup all good he replied just grabbing some weed be out in 5?

💕💕💕💕💕💕The End💕💕💕💕💕💕

✨ I seriously hope you babes love this as much as I did ✨ If you have any requests, ideas, or even just random thoughts about this (or literally anything else), my DMs are always open. No judgment here, ever. This is a safe space where we gas each other up, share the chaos, and have fun with it. 💖

Huge shoutout to the queen @swacred for inspiring this spicy little masterpiece—you’re the best, babe! Love you all endlessly, and I can’t wait to hear what you think. 🫶

[rafespinkbows]

obx boys in bed ; [ john b, jj and rafe ] 🫐🫐

john b : he’s absolutely the sweetest dom ever, always taking care of you whenever you fuck, praising you and treating you like the pillow princess you are! he won’t degrade or choke you unless you ask him too, but if you make him damn mad ( it’s hard tho ), he won’t hesitate to spank you.

jj : he LOVES whenever you ride him, literally drooling over your bouncing tits. he’s absolutely a tits guy, touching and squeezing them at every occasion. one thing that could never miss in bed, are handcuffs: as much as he adore having you ride him and having that little moment of control, he loves to exercise the power he has over you by fucking you with your hands cuffed. oh, and, he never takes off the panties, just pull them to the side!

rafe : my favorite guy ever! we all know that rafe is a meanie in bed, alway degrading and humiliating you, not to talk about the DUMBIFICATION! he’s just too good at making you going crazy over his thick cock, laughing at your attempt to say coherent words (clearly failing as all you can do is whimper rambling words ). he’s a slut for dirty talking too: “ i can’t wait to paint this pretty walls with my cum, and you have to keep it inside you, just to make you understand that you’re mine. “

[dude-boi]

In My Nightmares.

Summary: A “bonding” camping trip between the Pogues causes something to change between you and you sworn archnemesis, JJ. 

WC: 4.2k

WARNINGS: Smut, smut, smut, language, arguments, underage drinking and smoking. 

(Not proofread sorry)

JJ Maybank was a dick. an asshole, a douche, if you may. For whatever reason, the moment you both laid eyes on each other, it was war. Snide comments, blatant insults, and for some reason, weird sexual back talk filled the room whenever you both were 10 feet within each other. 

It started the year you met the rest of the Pogues. You were Kiara’s friend from the Kook Academy and she decided to introduce you to her other friends, her family. It wasn’t awkward or anything, you all hit it off really easily, having something in common with all of them. Not JJ though, he was at your throat. He didn’t like the idea of someone else trampling into their group. especially a kook.

“Really? You’re just gonna invite someone random?” He snapped the moment you started getting along with the rest. 

“Do we have an issue??” you spat back, glaring at him. 

He scoffed, “Yeah, you. You’re the fucking issue.” 

From then on, it’s been a cat and mouse game, going back and forth and back and forth. And then when Sarah was added to the group, he didn’t say shit. He wasn’t even angry and that made you upset. Why was he so pissed at you but not Sarah, the literal Kook princess? 

Fast forward a couple of years and here you are. Closer with the Pogues than ever, not even considered a kook, you barely even went home, like today. You slept over at the Chateau after a night of drinking and partying, waking up with a killer hangover. 

Slugging yourself off the couch, you dragged yourself to the kitchen for a glass of water. The door to John B’s room creaked open as Sarah walked out. 

“Hey, morning.” She yawned, walking behind you to also grab some water.

“G’morning Sarah,” you smiled, “do you know if we have anymore Advil, my head is murdering me.” You shook your head.

Before Sarah could answer, she was cut off. 

“Good, I hope it kills you!” JJ sneered as he walked into the kitchen, propping himself up onto the island. You rolled your eyes, raising your arm to flip him off as you continued searching the cabinets for meds. 

“As I was gonna say, JJ used the last of it.” Sarah told you. Great, of course he did. 

One by one, all the other Pogues began to wake up and the kitchen became more full with people. Sarah and Kie made pancakes for everyone while you and Pope sat on the couch, coming up for ideas on what to do for the day. John B and JJ waxed the surfboards, clearly wanting to surf. 

“I think we should just drive around, you know do something relaxing.” Pope suggested. “Maybe chill on the beach.” He shrugged, leaning back onto the couch. 

“Yeah, what about-” you were cut off when Kie yelled out for breakfast. 

“Pancakes are done! Y/N could you get JJ and John B I think they’re out back.” You nodded and trotted off to find them, 

You opened the door calling out to John B only. “John B pancakes are done, come eat before they go cold!” You ignored JJ as he turned his head to you, lifting an eyebrow while clearly waiting for you to acknowledge him too. 

He very loudly cleared his throat, “Ahem.” 

“Oh and for you JJ,” you paused for a moment, sarcastically thinking, “you can eat my ass.” 

“The fuck??” He protested loudly as you snorted and ran back inside. You sat down at the table, eating away and passing the syrup around the table. JJ marched in and scanned the table. 

“Your pancakes look good Y/N.” he smiled innocently. 

Your stomach fluttered a bit at his smile. “They’re the same fucking pancakes as all the other ones.” You continued eating. 

“Mind if I have a bite?” before you could deny and say no, he grabbed your whole plate and held it above you while his other hand was used to hold you down from tried to get it again.  “Stop it! Give it back asshole-” 

“Kiss me for it.” He shrugged, a shit eating grin sprawling across his face. 

The whole table went silent. This wasn’t the first time either of you said something like this. But it still made everyone uncomfortable, considering you both despise each other. 

“Bleh. Keep it, I don’t want whatever STD you contracted from sleeping around with half the island.” You sat back down, giving up on fighting him for those cakes. 

He snorts, eating from your plate. 

“Um okay can you guys just admit you want to get into each other’s pants??” Kie blurted out with a disgusted look on her face.

You laughed loudly, pissing JJ off a little. “Me? Want to sleep with him?” You pointed at JJ. “I think I’d rather let Rafe oil me up and top me.” 

“That’s gross Y/N.” Both Sarah and John B replied in sync. 

“Rafe? That’s really saying something JJ.” Sarah snickered. 

The blonde just rolled his eyes.

 “I’m choosing to move on from this incredibly unsettling conversation. But I have an idea guys.” Kie proposed. “Let’s go camping! You know, like a little family bonding thing. Maybe JJ and Y/N will learn to love each other a little more when they share a tent.” 

“What a great idea Kie!” Pope agreed in a very obvious way, it’s clear they both planned this out. 

Both your head and JJ’s shook no. 

“Absolutely not.” JJ refused.

“I agree with JJ, for the first time, like ever.”

“Well suck it up Buttercup ‘cause we’re going camping!” Pope grinned.

“Pope don’t like, ever say that again.” John B cringed a bit and everyone else chuckled a bit. 

You groaned, going home to pack a bag. Pope gave you a ride in the Twinkie while everyone else prepared for the trip. A ball of thunder started churning in your stomach though, you did not look forward to going home and seeing your parents, and then have them scold your ear off while you decide to disappear again. It was a routine.

“Do you want me to come with you?” Pope asked softly, noticing your worry.

You shook your head no. “I gotta do this by myself.”

You sighed, climbing up the stairs to the back porch of your nice house. You tip-toed comically, trying to make the least sound possible as it was your intention to get your clothes and dip. 

“Y/N.” Shit. It was your mom. 

“Hi mom-” 

“What the hell were you thinking disappearing like that? Are you crazy? Are you trying to give me a heart attack?” She bombarded you with a series of rhetorical questions. 

“I don’t really know if I’m supposed to answer all four hundred of your questions.” You replied snidely. 

“Don’t act stupid. You’re better than. We expect better from you. Now take your ass upstairs you’re grounded for disappearing like that. One week.” Your dad chimed in. 

“A week? Are you serious? I’m just here to grab clothes- we’re going camping for a few days c’mon-” You dropped your bag and threw your hands up in the air. 

“2 weeks. These people are not your friends they're a bad influence.” Your dad crossed his arms. 

“Of course they’re my friends they’re my family- no you can’t do this.” You picked your bag up and scrambled around for your things, shoving your clothes and other stuff in your bag. “You can’t stop me from going.” 

“Your family? Y/N we’re right here!” 

The argument was loud, a loud screaming match between you and your parents. It was a losing battle because by the end of all of them, you gave up on fighting and left in silence. 

“Y/N do not step foot out of this house!” Your mother yelled as you slammed the door shut, a sigh of relief and anxiety leaving you. You got into the truck, slamming the door. 

“You heard all of that didn’t you.” 

“I think you won that argument, I think.” He shrugged in attempt to make you feel better. He rubbed your back sympathetically. 

You snorted, “Just drive Pope.” He always made you feel better. 

He drove you back to The Chateau to pick up the rest of the crew. Pope honked the horn to call the rest out. They all walked to the car, buried in their own conversations as John B booted you out of the passenger seat while he held two six-packs.

“Could you move to the back, pretty pleaseeee Y/N,” John B pleaded with puppy dog eyes. You nodded and got down, “You’re the best.” 

You climbed into the back with Sarah and Kie and settled in, joining their conversation. Engulfed in the topic, you didn’t notice JJ walk up to the door, he threw his bag at you. 

“Ouch- fucking dick! God go make someone else hate their life,” you groaned, rubbing the spot on your head where the backpack hit you. 

“Someone woke up with a dick in their ass. I wonder who’s!” JJ laughed 

“Definitely not yours.” You moved away from him, leaning near Sarah. The blonde rolled his eyes.  

You huffed, relaxing your shoulders. You were tired, exhausted even from all that arguing with your parents. 

“You alright Y/N??” Sarah nudged you slightly. 

“Yeah, I’m tired. You know what I really need right now?” sighing, you sat up a bit. 

“An orgasm?” Kiara joked, winking at you. 

His blue eyes caught yours for a moment before you looked away. “Kinda, but I really need a joint.” You brought your two fingers up to your lips, smoking an invisible blunt.

“Lucky for you Y/N, I brought some~ its in the glovebox.” Kie wiggled her shoulders and responded in a singing tone. They all laughed and made jokes and continued their conversation, you couldn’t help but glance over at JJ once in a while. His arms were crossed and his hair swirled around. The open window shined sunlight straight onto his beautiful- no. You shook your head and shoo-ed the ‘bad’ thoughts out. 

A long car ride of explicit thoughts later, you guys finally came to the camp site. It was in the middle of the woods with a clearing and an area with a bonfire, and only 2 other campsites in view, one was empty and the other had a singular tent. You all got out of the car, the boys unloaded the tent while the girls grabbed the bags and stuff out of the car. 

“Bonfire tonight?” John B suggested and murmurs of agreement came about. 

“I’m gonna set up the tents.” You decided to help and grabbed the tents out of the trunk. 

“Don’t hurt yourself,” JJ taunted in an obnoxious baby voice. “Need some help from an actually capable being?” He followed you, bringing in another tent. 

“Why do you take the time to bother me? Do you love me that bad?” He scoffed. “If I throw a stick would you leave-” before you could add a snarky noise to your sentence, he dropped whatever he was holding and pushed you. Not too hard as to not make you fall, but hard enough to piss you off. You dropped your shit and pushed him back. 

“Dick!” 

“Cunt-” 

Insults were thrown back and forth and you both shoved each other, your hands occasionally throwing in petty smacks and hits at his chest and arms. 

“Hey hey-!” The rest of the group ran over to you guys, pulling you apart and standing between you two. 

“Are you guys fucking serious?” Pope threw his arms up. “We seriously couldn’t do one thing without you guys trying to kill each other?”

They all started scolding you as you glared over at him. 

“If I have to be anywhere near him tonight I think I’ll actually leave.” You crossed your arms and turned your head away from him. 

“Good! No one wants you here anyway-” Sarah and Kie verbally winced and told him to shut up while Pope and John B cringed. “Go back to your mansion on Figure 8 and cry about your great life to someone else.” JJ scoffed, a quiet kook escaping his lips. You seriously couldn’t believe him. He was going to use your status against you even after everything. Even after you cared them like they were your own. You thought they didn’t care about shit like that anymore. 

You stormed on back to the Twinkie, opening the glove box and grabbing the pre-rolled joints Kiara brought. God bless her soul. Climbing into the back, you pulled out your lighter and lit it up. This was all you needed, a break away from everything. Away from JJ, from your parents, from everything else burning in this world. 

Half an hour went by and the sun went down. None of the others bothered you as they figured you needed some time on your own. JJ was probably doing the same thing. You decided you would refuse to leave the van if JJ was there.

The door slid open, it was Sarah.

“Hey,” she whispered as she climbed in next to you.

“Hey. I’m sorry if I ruined anything or something I just-”

She cut you off. “No don’t worry about it. Are you okay?” She leaned against your shoulder. 

“I guess. I just wish he liked me more. He doesn’t have to adore me I just want to be near him and not have him hate me.” You began ranting, not realizing you were rambling on and on. “Like I don’t think he understands how much I like him and it pisses me off because I hate him for hating me and I don’t know-” 

“Wait pause. So you do like him-” Her face lit up as she gave you an ‘I told you so’ look. 

“Wait what- no I didn’t mean it like that!” 

“You like JJ!” You knew there was nothing you could do to stop her. 

“Sarah hush-” You put your hand over her mouth, a feeble attempt to shut her up. 

She pried your hand away. “I fucking knew it- WE fucking knew it. Now come on everyone else is waiting for you.” She nodded towards the window, where orange light lit up the sky and smoke trailed up. They started the bonfire and Kie was waiting for you, sipping on a beer. 

You both walked towards the fire and you both sat on each side of Kie. She tossed you a can. “Look who showed up.” She grinned at you. 

“Where’s Pope and John B?” You looked around, it was just the three of you. 

They both looked at each other for a moment and hesitated. “Getting more wood for the fire..” Kiara shrugged. You didn’t think much of it while you three found yourselves in some other conversation about the best movie genres. So invested that you didn’t notice the boys come back, but not with firewood, with JJ. They didn’t tell you because they didn’t want you to have a fit.

They sat down across from you guys, the fire being a border. Sarah got up and moved closer to John B and you looked up. 

“Hell no.” You stood up, tossing your can to the side. 

“No no no please Y/N, JJ please. Can we please leave this to the side for one fucking night? Please?” Pope pleaded as the others agreed. 

JJ scoffed, almost offended he has to put up with this. You sighed, sitting back down for the sake of your friends. John B tossed you another joint in attempt to calm you down, and it some what worked. You seemed to actually enjoy your night, besides the occasional glances you and JJ caught through the fire. His eyes seemed to pierced right through the fire, through you. As much as you want to deny it, as much as you fucking hate him, you wanted him so bad. Something about him just turns you on when his mouth is not always moving.

Every now and then JJ made some remarks towards you but you were too high to care. 

Time flew while you guys talked about memories life and money, and soon it was way past midnight. 

“I’m gonna pass out pretty soon sooo I’m hitting the tents.” Pope got up and Kie followed behind him, they both went into a tent. 

“Me too, good night ladies and gentlemen.” John B saluted as he held Sarah’s hand they both giggled their way over to their tent. There was one tent left, one with yours and JJ’s name on it. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” JJ yelled out. “Yeah ok fuck you guys!” 

“JJ please don’t give me shit right now I don’t have the strength-” 

“I’m sleeping in The Twinkie.” He blatantly said as he scoffed and brushed past you, slightly bumping into you on purpose. 

“Fine by me.” Muttering, you slugged over to the last tent. 

Snuggling into a blanket, you laid your head down, hyperaware of every single noise around you. 

The woods was never really your thing. The thought of getting mauled by a bear or attacked by some creep really did it to you. And when you heard branches breaking around you 30 minutes into your ‘sleep’, that was your last straw, you couldn’t sleep alone.

You shot up and went over to the others’ tents. “Guys please let me in I’m kind of scared.” No one answered. “You’re all assholes.” You whisper-yelled. Your only other choice was The Twinkie. Oh god. 

You slowly slid the door open, praying JJ wasn’t awake. 

“Fuck!” JJ yelled out. it was pitch black and you heard a gun cocking. 

“Oh my fucking god JJ it’s me-! Did- did you seriously bring the gun?” 

“You crazy bitch, are you trying to kill me???” You found JJ backed up against the other door with the gun in his hand. He turned on a little lantern and propped it up.

“I’m sorry! I got.. kinda scared and the others aren’t letting me in. I don’t have a choice you think I wanted to sleep here?”

He relaxed a bit putting the gun away. “Scared of what? There’s nothing even here, pussy.” He rolled his eyes. You shut the door of The Twinkie and leaned against the door opposite of him. 

“I don’t know. Creeps JJ.” You scoffed, crossing your arms. 

“Y/N I think the only creep here is you. Sneaking into tents and moving up on me like that.” You decided to ignore that comment. If you were going to make it through the night, you needed something to keep you off the edge. You could feel your high wearing off from that life threatening gun situation, so you decided to light another blunt up. “Don’t you think you’ve had enough?” 

“Don’t you think you’ve ruined my life enough?” you snapped back, taking a hit and blowing it out in the direction of him. 

“Whatever, atleast share, greedy.” You passed it to him and he did the same. 

There was a silence between you two. You couldn’t tell if it was awkward or comforting. You both shared glances and stares until you decided to break it. Your thoughts were killing you. 

“You’re a dick I really hope you know that.” You blurted out. “I can’t stand you.”

“You love me and you know it. I think you’re just too embarrassed to admit it. 

“Fuck you JJ.”

“In your dreams.” 

“In my nightmares.” 

Silence. You stared at him. Somehow you both were close, close enough you could feel his body heat. Did he always look at you like this? Did you never notice how his eyes lingered over your lips. He grabbed you and pulled you in. Before you could blink, you were pulled onto his lap his lips were against yours and you were sucked into this kiss. It wasn’t slow and it wasn’t meaningless either. There was definitely passion behind it, feeling. Hate or love it didn’t matter, you were in his hands right now, right this moment. 

Spit pooled at the corner of your lip as his  hands grabbed at anything they could. They started at the back of your head, grasping your hair and moved down to your waist. Part of you wanted to push yourself off of him, tell him no and yell at him for even thinking you wanted to do this, but you’d be lying if you said you’ve never wanted to fuck JJ Maybank. 

Soft pants escaped your lips as he dropped his head to the crook of your neck, sucking and nipping and your throat. One of his hands gripped your hair while the other slid up your top, kneading and grabbing. His fingers messed with the hem of your bikini under, but then gave up. He pulled away. 

“Take it off.” You nodded quickly pulling of your shirt to reveal the skimpy bikini top. He muttered a quick, ‘shit’. Your stomach fluttered as he kissed you again. He pulled on the strings of your top and pulled it off, throwing it somewhere to the side. His hands grabbed at your tits, squeezing and kneading.  Your hands rested on his chest and you couldn’t help but move against him. You rocked your hips back and forth, yearning for some kind of friction.

You never thought you’d get here, dry humping JJ in the back of The Twinkie while the others slept. 

You found your groove, rubbing in the perfect place that hit your clit just right. 

“If you keep doing that ‘m just gonna cum in my pants.” he breathed out, speaking straight into your mouth. 

“Good, wouldn’t that be embarrassing.” You chuckled a little, but JJ grabbed your hair and pulled your head back. 

“Don’t fucking play games with me.” he almost growled. You were soaked. The way he spoke to you turned you on so bad.

“Touch me JJ please.” you begged, the humping not being enough. You wanted more, you wanted him to completely ruin you. 

He laughed softly, seeing how vulnerable he’s made you. He somehow slid your shorts off, leaving you with your bikini bottoms. He moved his arm between you both, finding your clothed cunt. He pushed them to the side and ran his fingers through the folds. 

He chuckled at how wet you already were. 

“Stop-” you swatted at his chest, biting your lip. He teasingly avoided your clit, leaving you desperate and whining. Your hips rolled around, searching for his fingers as he moved them away. “Dick-” you cursed, frustrated. 

“What was that? You wanted mine?” He teased you, your anger only building. But finally, he brought his finger to your clit, rubbing painfully slow circles. Whimpers fell from your mouth, whimpers that begged him to do more, touch you more, put something inside you. He understood the noised falling from your pretty lips as he stuck two fingers in you, earning a breathy gasp. JJ enjoyed watching your face as you scrunched your brows and the way your chest rose and fell, he took in all of you. He curled them slowly, pumping in and out as he picked up the pace. Moans and mewls filled the car and his fingers hit the spot, making you buck your hips slightly. He kept the pace, fingers pumping in you as he simultaneously rubbed figure 8′s into your clit with his thumb. 

“Fuck, don’t stop!” 

“Yeah?” He cockily coaxed you into your orgasm with a snide grin. 

“JJ I’m gonna cum-” you moaned out, but quickly groaned as he pulled his fingers out. 

He seemed to enjoy your despair, you almost started crying when he laughed at you for whimpering when he pulled his hands away. 

“Don’t worry pretty girl,” He pulled you off of him and you hissed as your ass touched the cold floor of the van. His rough hands pulled down his shorts, his cock springing out. You licked your lips, positioning yourself back onto him. “ready?” You nodded quickly, sinking yourself down onto him. A loud sob fell from you lips and JJ put his hand over your mouth, attempting to muffle your sound. He slowly bobbed up and down on him, finding your groove. He met you halfway, jerking his hips into you as well. His cock hit the right spot, the spot. The sounds were sinful. Skin slapping against each other, wet squelches and explicit moans and curses filled The Twinkie as the windows fogged up. You kissed him, tongue slipping into his mouth as his hands grabbed back at your tits. He left purple marks all over your neck and chest, even some on your boobs. 

He threw his head back, groaning at the feeling of you squeezing around his dick. 

“Fuck I can’t-” he breathed, his hands gripping onto your hips for dear life. They bruised. 

“Oh my fucking god..” you clutched his shoulders as he moved one hand down to find your clit again. 

“Cum with me,” His hips began to stutter as his cock twitched inside you. His fingers rubbed at your bud faster and messier as you felt a wave crashing over your entire body. You kissed him while you could feel his warmth inside as he came too, still riding out your high with his finger. 

“Fuck.” you panted, resting your head on his shoulder. “I thought you wanted to fucking kill me.” 

“Maybe just fuck.” He laughed softly as you ran a hand through his hair, wiping away the sweat on his temple. 

Somehow, you both ended up falling asleep naked and entangled within each other with a blanket covering the both of you. You were woken up to the sound of Kie yelling. “Holy fucking shit they slept together- Literally!” 

[southsideserendipity]

who i write for ☆

Kelly Severide (Chicago Fire)

Bradley Bradshaw AKA Rooster (Top Gun Maverick)

Jay Halstead (Chicago PD)

JJ Maybank (Outer Banks)

Lip Gallagher (Shameless)

Mikey Berzatto (The Bear)

If you want an imagine with someone else from one of the above 4 shows, I’ll see what I can do, but no promises <3

you can request an imagine by sending it into the ‘ask me a question’ section of my profile- here are my request guidelines! 

[silverbyeol]

New - JJ Maybank

Summary: You’re new to American school and you’re assigned to shadow the school’s bad boy for the week. 

Author’s Note: This is my first JJ fic... Sorry if he's a little ooc. I cannot stop thinking about him, this man haunts my dreams 

Words: 2K

Warning... Cursing and one sexual reference. 

JJ Maybank was the school's bad boy. His grades were poor due to his constant truancy, and when he did show up, he would goof off with his friends and never get any work done. He was in danger of having to repeat a year, if he didn’t get his shit figured out by the end of the term. That’s how he ended up in the office of the head counselor.

“Mr. Maybank. You do realize that you’ve been failing most of your classes?” she questioned the teenager.

“It’s not like I aspire to get into a university…” he replied, annoyed.

“If your grades do not improve by this quarter, you will be failed and have to repeat the year. I suggest that-” she continued, but JJ was pulled into his own thoughts. He may not have been an aspiring scholar, but he did want to at least finish high school. There was a fear inside of him that he would stay piss poor and never leave the cut, or worse, end up like this father.

“JJ! Are you even listening?” the counselor yelled, pulling him back into reality.

“Yes.” he said, starting to get serious.

“Very well. There’s a new student here today and as an extra credit opportunity, she will shadow you for the week as she gets accustomed to the school. Head over to the principal's office to meet her.” the counselor finished.

“Alright.” JJ grabbed his school bag and left the small room. He headed down the passageway of the building towards the principal's office. He knew the way quite well, having been called in more than once. All he could think about was the conversion. You will be failed… How embarrassing would it be to have to stay a year longer than all his friends. His friends are what actually kept him coming into school, so if they were no longer with him, who's to say that he would actually show up to his classes and finish his final year without them. Before he could spiral in his thoughts, he found himself standing outside the door labeled as ‘Principal’.

A knock on the wooden door stopped your conversation with the headteacher.

“That must be your student shadow… Come in.” he said. A boy came bashfully inside the spacious office, looking around awkwardly, “JJ.” the headteacher said smiling as he stood up from his chair.

“I was told to come meet the new student…” he said as he eyed you. If American movies got anything right about school life, it was the fact that teenage boys were attractive. His messy blonde hair framed his face so perfectly while his vibrant blue eyes popped, making it irresistible to look away. You stood up from your seat and offered the blonde a smile.

“JJ. This is-”

“I’m Y/n. Pleasure,” you said with a British accent and extended your hand for him to shake.

“JJ.” he replied with a smirk, taking your hand into his and giving it a firm shake.

“Great. Now that you're acquainted, why don’t you head to first period? Class starts in fifteen minutes.”

“Yes. Thank you, Headmaster.” you said and grabbed your school bag from the floor.

“JJ? Please make sure to keep Miss L/n out of trouble on her first day.” the headmaster warned, his eyebrow raised as if he was suspicious of the teen.

“No promises.” JJ replied and you both headed into the passageway. Students were already filling the school as they made their ways to their lockers.

“Are you the headboy?” you questioned, curious to get to know the young male.

“Headboy?” JJ questioned with a giggle. Was it rude to make a joke about sex in front of the newbee?

“What’s so funny?” you asked in confusion.

“Well I do like getting head, so yes,” a smirk played on his face. You shoved his shoulder playfully and giggled at the comment.

“Don’t be daft… You guys don’t have a headboy?”

“No. What’s that?” he said as you two stopped by a locker.

“Kind of like a leader of the students. Someone who has the best grades and-”

“Yeah. I’m definitely not one of those,” he quickly cut you off.

“Oh…” now you were confused. The school would usually put out the best to introduce a student to the school, at least back in the UK.

“JJ!” yelled a male making both of you look away from each other and towards the voice.

“Hey, JB. What's up guys?” three people came to stand around the two of you, all smiling.

“JJ. Stop trying to get laid in school, you look desperate.” the female of the group said, getting an eye roll from the blonde.

“I don’t even need to try, baby. Hot girls just dig me,” JJ said.

“Sorry about him. I don’t know who let him out of the cage,” the girl said, smiling at you.

“Quite alright. JJ is actually showing me around. I’ve just moved here from Manchester. I’m Y/n,” everyone looked at you dumbfounded.

“Stop gawking guys…” JJ said, already knowing that they were in awe because of your accent.

“I’m Kiara, Kie is fine though,” she said, “That’s Pope and the tall one is John B.” she said pointing out the males.

“Pleasure to meet you all,” you offered all of them a smile.

“What’s your schedule like?” Pope questioned, excited to meet someone new.

“Erm… Well, Monday thru Friday I’m in school, and on weekends I’m at home?” everyone let out a chuckle at your response, making you confused.

“No, like your school schedule.” John B quickly clarified, seeing your puzzled look.

“Oh! My timetable? I’m supposed to follow JJ around, so I guess I have the same blocks as him,” you replied.

“Sorry. You call it a timetable and blocks?” Kie asked.

“Yeah… I guess we do school differently-” you were cut off by a loud bell.

“Time to bounce, babe,” JJ said and everyone’s eyes went wide, “Gotta get to class.”

“See you guys!” you said and started following after JJ.

“Who are you and what have you done with JJ!” John B yelled after the two of you, JJ just flipped him off as you two continued walking.

The first half of the school day was uneventful. All your teachers made you stand up in front of the classroom and introduce yourself. Everyone kept ogling you as if you were the queen herself, it was getting quite uncomfortable. They all wanted to talk to you- be your friend, but JJ was quick to take you out of stressful situations.

Lunch was the most stress free you were that day. Everyone kept to themselves, sitting at tables in the cafeteria in their own cliques. You and JJ joined his friends and you looked at the food on their trays.

“You know… In the movies, your lunch doesn’t look quite as bad as whatever this is,” you said as you looked at the pathetic meal that was served.

“What do you mean? This is gourmet.” JJ argued, his face stuffed with the mystery sandwich.

“Don’t worry. Not all of us think that,” Kie said as she looked at JJ in disgust. The teen pouted at her, crumbles all over his lips. You frowned at the situation. Kie was eating a salad she brought from home, Pope was munching on crisps as he worked on some assignments, and John B and JJ were scarfing down the food the school provided.

“I must ask…” you started and pushed the tray towards JJ, “Do you guys always wear what you want to school? Are there no uniforms?”

“Nope. Public schools don’t require uniforms.” JJ said, already having finished his food. He looked at the tray you slid over towards him and then back up at you, as if questioning if he could have it.

“Go ahead. I’m not eating that…” JJ didn’t ask twice as he started on his seconds.

“What a pig…” Kie playfully giggled as she watched JJ scarf down the food.

“Bet I would look hot in a uniform though. All the British ladies would fall in love with just one look.” he said as he winked at you.

The rest of the school day went by much like the morning classes. Hopefully tomorrow will be more normal and everyone will be used to you by then. The last class of the day was done and as soon as the bell went off your phone vibrated in your pocket:

Mum: Your father and I went to the shopping center on the mainland. If you’re hungry, order takeaway. Be back at 8~

“Great…” you tutted. You stood outside the school's entrance and saw cars quickly disappearing one by one from the carpark. Not only did you not have a car, you were so new to town that you didn’t even know how to get home.

‘Guess I’m walking’ you thought to yourself and opened up the map app in your phone quickly typing in the address. The screen lit up with directions, but it quickly turned black and the ‘out of battery’ screen flashed before it completely died.

“Bloody hell!” you yelled and almost smashed your phone on the ground from annoyance.

“Y/n?” asked a familiar voice, “You good?” you turned around to meet the vibrant blue eyes of JJ.

“Not really. My mum is out with my dad and I don’t know how to get home…” you said in defeat.

“You want a ride?” he offered.

“That would be lovely, actually,” The both of you walked towards a rusty motorbike.

“Where do you live?” JJ asked and you gave him your address. He whistled at your response.

“Damn… figure 8? What are you doing in this school then…” he mumbled to himself.

“This your ride? Seems a bit dodgy…” you said slightly hesitant about getting on the motorbike.

“All I got, babe. I’m well trained to ride it, don’t worry.” he reassured, making you frown slightly.

“Alright…” you said and got onto the bike. JJ sat in front of you, no helmet in sight.

“Grab on to me.” you wrapped your arms around his torso and pressed your chest to his back, the warmth from his body making you feel slightly less sacred. The bike roared to life and you gripped tighter as soon as he sped off. Holding onto JJ and being so close you noticed how toned he was. You were definitely feeling him up; he dismissed it as you just being scared, but a small smirk formed on his lips. There was no denying that you were attractive and the British accent made you sound cute, but JJ wanted to get to know you and maybe add you to his friend group.

“We made it…” he said. You peeked out from above his shoulder and noticed you were in front of your home.

“That was exhilarating…” you breathed out and got off the bike, “Would you like to come in and have some tea?” you asked looking at his eyes.

“You haven’t had enough of me yet, huh?” he smirked and wiggled his eyebrows.

“Erm…”

“Joking. I would love to hang, but I gotta get to work.”

“Oh.” you said slightly disappointed, “I'll see you tomorrow then?”

“Yeah,” he said and gave you a genuine smile, “We’re throwing a kegger on friday. You down to join?” he asked over the loud engine.

“Sounds like fun.” you said as you stood there awkwardly.

“Oh. We’ll show you how hard we party in the Outer Banks, Miss British Kook,” he said and sent you a wink.

“Thanks for everything today, JJ. I’ll see you at school.” you said and leaned over to give him a peck on the cheek, “Bye.” you concluded and walked towards the front door.

“You missed my lips, cupcake!” JJ yelled while laughing.

“Oh. Bugger off!” you giggled back. This new life was definitely going to be very interesting.

Thanks for reading, lovely~

[southsideserendipity]

favourites

hi!! i thought i’d put together a lil navigation of my favourite imagines/ masterlists. show these authors some luv! <3

JJ Maybank (Outer Banks)

baking - @qlossytbh

the storm - @jeezlouiisee

Kelly Severide (Chicago Fire) 

sink or swim by @thebookreader12345 

Vinnie Hacker

masterlist - @vhackerrbby