Pairings: Potential JJ Maybank x f!reader, Ex-John B x f!reader, platonic!pogues x f!reader.
Summary: You were greeted with cheerful smiles when you returned from a visit to your grandparents.
“HMS Pogue is arriving soon, Princess Y/N please standby.”
Hearing the familiar voice of John B yelling from the incoming boat captured your attention right away as you were already halfway down the dock that was behind your house. You couldn’t help but to release a bubble of laughter, your hands up in a salute upon noticing the goofy grins on the faces of your friends—ones that had been waiting for the time for you to hangout with them altogether after the break-up between you and the captain of the raft.
It’s been two months since you and John B decided to call it quits. You weren’t planning on taking time off from your group of friends, but an impromptu visit to your grandparents in California forced you to leave the Outer Banks without giving any head ups to the Pogues. Initially, your relationship wasn’t received well by the rest of the Pogues due to the rule of “No Pogue on Pogue macking”, especially by JJ. You didn’t get to indulge more on the reasons behind his dislike, however everything went back to normal after two weeks and a promise of the group sticking together even if things went south.
Well, things did went south.
Though, you and John B didn’t exactly separate in bad terms. Sure, you could recall the harsh words being exchanged—it was in the heat of the moment—but the two of you had sort it out later on with a heart to heart talk before you were forcefully taken away by your family to the lap of luxury.
Thus, it led to this moment. You missed them and their crazy adventures; you found yourself with tears on your eyes more often than not when you were out in the California beach by yourself. It was incredibly lonely. You itched to take the first flight back to your home, but you were sure your parents would ground you for life.
Your brief reminiscence of the dull times was forgotten as soon as you felt water droplets splashed on your face, regards to JJ for being the one person to start a ruckus. You retaliated by hopping onto the boat, almost tipping the whole transportation over according to the shrieks of Pope and Kiara, and smothering him with your hug, eliciting a loud laughter from the blond with him reciprocating the action.
The snuggle party soon ensued; the rest of the Pogues hurriedly wrapped you in their own embrace tightly. Deep down, they were terrified that you were gone forever in their lives. John B left a kiss on your cheek, just like how he used to do. Although, now with a platonic bond between the two of you. You couldn’t lie and say that you weren’t happy with how things turned out.
“Damn, girl. Heartbreak haircut?” JJ whistled in admiration upon finally making up his mind for bringing up the difference in your hairstyle. Truth to be told, he had to hold the urge to drop his jaw as soon as your figure entered his vision. You were beautiful, always have been. Now that you were single, he had a tiny hope that you would finally look at him. He has been keeping his crush on you on the down low; he made sure that no one, except himself, knew of his true feelings (or so he believed). Hence why, he was distraught when you got together with his best friend—his obvious dislike was covered with the foolish rule of the Pogues.
The butterfly in your stomach was fluttering its wings way too much for your liking. For it to come out of the Maybank’s lips prompted your cheeks to turn red; obvious to the eyes of Pope. You weren’t wishing anyone to call out your brand new hairdo, you went through with it after stumbling upon a video of a girl cutting her hair off to bring in good luck. A great timing, you were in need of some luck as well after the whole ordeal with the breakup.
“It’s more like post-John-B look,” You countered, keeping the mood uplifting. “I, for one, am over it! No offense.” You winked at your ex-boyfriend, now with the title of best friend (again), who was already sporting a pout.
“Ouch, Y/N! That’s harsh,” The bandana-clad boy spoke with a broad grin, which you responded with your own Cheshire grin while flipping him off. The Pogues were entertained by the exchange of the past-lovers, seen by the cackles and the hollers from your friend group.
John B was far from hurt. Like you, he was grateful that the two of you didn’t harbor any bad feelings for each other. The relationship was not long, you were together for approximately four months, but that itself was filled with good memories rather than foul ones. The both of you promised to bring the box filled with positives only.
The rest of the day was spent with you laughing wholeheartedly with your friends. The smile was permanently pasted on your visage. Times like this were your favorite. When you could enjoy your youth years without having any worries clouding your mind. The scene of Pope yelling at JJ for not listening to him was engraved in your brain; definitely a core memory.
You were oblivious of the lovestruck stare that a certain blond surfer sent when you weren’t looking.
Unbeknownst to The Pogues, a crazy adventure awaits them circulating around a terrifying treasure hunt, a death compass and mountains of gold.
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💕💕💕💕💕💕
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