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shadowkoo · 8 months

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The Ex Text

→ Summary: The 2 AM texts have started again. It’s a bittersweet familiarity that you can’t run away from, and despite wishing to forget him: no one will ever measure up to the exceptional standard set by your ex, and you’ll never have anyone as good as him either. Like a permanent mark on your heart, Jungkook’s presence has become an insatiable craving, an addiction you'll never outgrow or cast aside.

↠ jjk x f.reader | 3.2k words | 18+ ↠ genre: smut, pwp, ex with benefits, minor fluff & angst

→ Warnings: swearing, explicit sex, protected sex, scratching, breast play, spit/saliva play, infidelity (in the case that reader just started dating someone new), soft kissing, soft choking, rough kissing, ball squeezing, fingering, handjob, blowjob, cunnilingus, sloppy oral sex (female & male receiving), squirting, praising, teasing, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, hair pulling, doggy, deep dicking, posessive!jungkook has a hard time dealing with his feelings

→ Author note: This is an update of a fic I posted in January that desperately needed some editing (anyone else ever read their old fics and cringe??), I hope you enjoy the newest version bc i personally believe it’s so much better! If you’d like to read this on ao3 instead it’s been crossposted here! As always, all likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated <3

The pillow vibrates beneath your head as the notifications on your phone add up. Knowing it’s nowhere near time for you to get up, you roll over, choosing to ignore whatever, or rather, whoever is trying to reach you. Your plan works for another several minutes as you attempt to drift back to sleep, but your phone soon buzzes again, signaling another notification.

You groan and clumsily reach to turn the ringer off, but instead, your curiosity wins. After a couple of slow blinks, your eyes adjust to the blinding light and are able to focus on the screen; a couple of likes on your latest tweet, a new follower request for your insta, and three new texts from ‘The Ex’…

You groan again and check the time. 2 AM.

“Mmm, right on schedule, ‘Kook,” you drone sleepily to yourself, “Glad to see nothing’s changed.”

Invested now, and unfortunately awake, you unlock your phone to read the full texts.

2:03 AM

‘hey, u awake?’

2:07 AM

‘come over pls’

‘I’ll leave the door open’

Leaving the messages on read, you think about the two ways this could go.

One, you ignore him, just as you have been for the last month, and pretend like he means nothing to you.

Or two, you text him back, agree to come over, and wind up in a self-hate spiral the following days for allowing him to weasel back into your life.

A third groan leaves your body, realizing your heart is clouding your mind, having already made the decision. You type out your message and hover your thumb over the send button, before pressing firmly, unable to take it back.

2:11 AM

‘i hate you…i’ll be there in 5’

His response pops up just seconds later.

‘i’ll be waiting’

This routine is nothing new to you, as much as you hate to say it.

It’s not the first time since your break up that he’s asked you over. And it’s not the first time you’ve rushed to see him, to relive the good times spent between his sheets.

As promised, Jungkook left the door unlocked for you. His tall pup, Bam, meets you with a happy face and a wagging tail the second you crack the door open.

“Hi Bamy-Boo, I’ve missed you so much. How’s my good boy doing?” you ask after stepping into the quiet apartment, bending at the knees to give him a quick kiss on the head and some chin scratches.

“He’d be doing a lot better if you joined him in bed.”

Turning your head, your eyes land on Jungkook. He’s leaning against the wall outside his bedroom, with one of his hands combing through his tousled hair. And he’s wearing the beige-colored sweat set he knows drives you wild.

Damn him.

Your eyes wander to the waistband of his pants, where the faintest patch of skin shows through with his raised arm, before moving upward towards his face.

He’s grinning now.

“We need to stop doing this,” you sigh, not even attempting to deny that you were ogling him. He’s hot, you both know it. No point in sugar-coating or avoiding it. “You can’t keep texting me this time of night and expect me to come over.”

“You can leave any time you want, you know that,” he says taking a step closer to you, “Just like you know you don’t have to text me back. But you do.” He extends a hand, which you accept, and you stand up, letting him pull you up against his chest. “Because you want to come over. Because you know you want this.”

Jungkook doesn’t waste another second before placing his lips on yours. He’s warm and comforting, smelling of sage and citrus, just like always.

He pulls you away from the front door, which he locks, and leads you towards his room. Even in the dark, you remember the path to his bed, your body has it practically memorized.

“Come here,” he whispers softly while his fingers dance along the edge of your wrinkled pajama shirt, before lifting it over your shoulders.

You didn’t even bother changing out of your stained and slept-in pjs. Jungkook has seen you in far worse conditions. Plus you figured they wouldn’t remain on for very long, and much to your pleasure - you’re right.

Jungkook admires your breasts with his hands once your shirt is on the ground. “You’re gorgeous like this,” he whispers, cupping them and letting his thumbs rub across your nipples. Between his touch and the cool air, they harden almost immediately.

You lean into his body and your lips collide, meanwhile, his arms move around your body, crushing you against his chest.

He moans into your mouth, loving the way your fingers run through his messy hair. He doesn’t hide the fact that his cock twitches against his sweatpants when you tug lightly on his locks.

Jungkook could come in his pants just from simply kissing you and having you play with his hair, but he needs more. So much more.

He reaches for your pants, ready to remove them next. He’s desperate to undress you, to have your naked body pressed up against his. You’ve been ignoring his texts for too long lately. Even though he would never admit it, he’s missed you. A lot.

You help him take off the rest of your clothing until you’re bare before him, and Jungkook looks at you like he’s always looked at you. Like you’re the only person in the universe, you captivate his entire attention.

Nothing else matters when he’s with you.

He tears only his sweatshirt off before sitting down on the bed. Stretching back, he pats his lap with that same old smirk you’ve grown to love and hate simultaneously and motions for you to climb on top of him.

You do as he requests, resting each leg on either side of his hips so you’re straddling his waist.

“Come here,” he says quietly, pulling you closer to him, so he can leave wet kisses trailing down your neck from your earlobe to the dip above your collarbone.

His hands travel down your side as his lips move closer and closer to your breasts, his hot breath tickles your skin as he hovers over your sensitive nubs. He flicks each with his tongue, before closing his lips over one of your soft peaks, sucking it in between his teeth.

The sensation pulls an explicit moan from deep within your core. Jungkook’s ears perk up, loving the sounds coming from you, wanting to hear you make sounds like that all night.

Your thighs tense around him as he does it again to the other side, and you massage the growing tent in his sweats to tease him just the right amount.

Jungkook digs his fingers into your hips, pushing your bare center up against his hardness as you continue your circling torture. It’s his turn to lose himself. Fuck, he can feel your heat through the thin fabric, your readiness soaking into his sweatpants. His hands curve around the swell of your ass as your tongues twist together in harmony.

Grabbing his face, you kiss him deeply while slowly moving off the top of him, your hand replacing where your opening was previously. You moan into his mouth this time, feeling how hard he is for you as you rub him through his pants.

Your hand dips underneath the waistband and wraps around his velvety length. His length throbs in your hand while your thumb glides over his needy head. You’re stroking him slowly enough to drive him into a maddening frenzy.

“Fuck baby, I need more,” he rasps.

You give him exactly what he begs for.

He cries out when your hand dips lower to squeeze his balls without warning. You smirk, watching the emotions overtake his face as the pain mixes deliciously with pleasure while you hold him tightly in your hands. You wait a few seconds before releasing them and then work to take off his pants.

“Jesus Christ,” he gasps, catching his breath from your dangerous game. “What was that for?”

You take a mouthful of him to avoid answering. He doesn’t press the issue further as you gag over his thick cock.

Jungkook grabs a fistful of your hair as you bring him closer and closer to the edge. He helplessly watches as your reddened lips glide over him, your saliva dripping everywhere in the process.

“Mmm, just like that,” he hums, caressing your cheek as you bob your head up and down.

Pulling yourself from him to catch your breath, your mouth then leaves wandering kisses that lead you to his balls next. Sucking each into your hollowed cheeks, you take your sweet time and watch intently as Jungkook’s eyebrows furrow together.

“Shit baby, I’m about to lose it,” he breathes deeply, before moving your bodies so you’re below him.

You smirk, your legs open and ready with your fingers teasing your wet and inviting opening. “Then lose it.”

He groans. Leaning across your body, Jungkook opens the drawer on his nightstand and rummages through until his fingers land on the very familiar foil packet. He smirks for a moment at the thought floating around in his head, and then lets the male urge win and rips it open with his teeth.

“You did not just do that,” you laugh, “That’s so cheesy. What are you, a horny teenager?”

He grins wolfishly as he rolls the condom on, “Might as well be.”

The scent of your arousal has now filled the room, engulfing Jungkook, and making him ravenous for you. He’s starved and only your heat will tame his hunger.

Unable to wait any longer, his thick length dips inside you just enough to wet his tip. He pulls back out of you, sliding your wetness through your folds, preparing you for what is to come. Then, without a moment’s notice, he takes you hard and fast, thrusting into you with all his power.

Your nails dig into his back, leaving red trails from where they slide down his back and grip his ass.

The veins in Jungkook’s neck pop out as he slams into you again and again.

“Holy fuck, ‘Kook! Oh my god,” you cry out, holding onto him.

He looks so fucking hot with his hair stuck to his damp forehead. Your eyes follow the bead of sweat dripping down his temple.

Jungkook’s soft moans tickle your ear, while one of his hands creeps up to wrap around your neck. The pressure is gentle but firm, his fingers are placed exactly where they need to be to make you feel lightheaded and slightly delirious - everything you want and more.

“Do you still love me?” he pants as he thrusts into you harshly.

You blink, hesitating to answer that question.

“Fine, then answer me this, do you still love my cock?”

“Jungkook…” you sigh, tilting your head to the side. “Please don’t go there.”

He pretends he doesn’t hear you. “Tell me you’ve never had better,” he demands after flipping you over. Pulling your ass up towards him, he realigns his length with your center and thrusts back into you. One of his hands wraps around your waist, the other gets lost in your hair.

“Tell me how much you’ve missed me and my cock,” he growls into your ear as he slips out of you, only to ram back into you with all his strength.

Each thrust pushes you further into the bed and brings you closer to the edge. You’re biting the sheets to stop yourself from screaming out from the sinful pleasure.

“Fuck, I’ve missed this.” You moan uncontrollably while Jungkook continues his sweet torture. Lust, and possibly another L emotion, dripping off the words spilling from your mouth.

You couldn’t lie if you tried at this point. You’ve really missed this and him. And holy fuck, his cock too. “Oh my god, oh god!” you cry out. Waves of euphoria wash over your quivering body as you unfold around him.

The coil snaps deep inside you, your walls pulsating around him, sending shockwaves through his body as he finishes.

Jungkook moans your name one last time before feeling himself swell, and he fills the condom with his load. His thrusts slow down but don’t stop just yet.

It’s almost too much to handle, yet it’s still not enough. Jungkook knows this and reaches down to rub his thumb along your swollen clit, causing you to see starts as your next release comes, it sprays out of you involuntarily.

You freeze, not sure if you should embrace it or be embarrassed.

He grins, “That was fucking hot. I’ve never made anyone squirt before.” You feel a sense of pride hearing that. Good. You don’t want him to have it like this with anyone else. Woah, where did that thought come from?

Without missing a beat, Jungkook lifts your legs over his shoulders as he bends down so he’s face level with your heat. He admires your slit that’s still slick from his undoing. You moan uncontrollably the second he licks through your damp folds, lost on cloud nine while he buries his face in between your legs, hands on either side of them, holding you in place.

You’re writhing beneath him from the glorious torture of his tongue teasing your entrance, his nose purposefully rubs against your sensitive nub and two of his long fingers slide into you, curling at the right pace.

His rhythmic licks turn you into a quivering mess. Your insides twist and clench around his fingers as you come again, unashamed and all over his face this time.

“Fuck, you’re amazing,” he pants, moving back up toward the top of the bed and collapsing next to you, totally spent.

You kiss him messily, tasting yourself on his lips, and cuddle into his side as you both drift off into the night, sweaty and exhausted, just how it should be.

It’s early. You’re not sure how long you’ve both been in and out of sleep, but you know it’s almost time for you to leave. This is the longest you’ve spent in his bed since your break up. All the other late-night extravaganzas we’re just a couple of hours, if that.

You’re laying on his chest, listening to the sound of his steady heartbeat and your synced breathing, working up the energy to sit up. His fingers draw small circles on your back as you two rest. It’s surprisingly…peaceful. These are the moments you miss the most when you’re apart.

“I have a thing with the guys around tomorrow, well technically today. Want to come?” Jungkook asks out of the blue, his voice cutting through the silence.

“Can’t,” you decline, worried about where this conversation is about to go.

“And why is that, exactly?” he asks, even though he very well knows. You know he knows. He knows that you know that he knows. Which is frustrating, to say the least.

The previous peace you felt is short-lived. You sit up and lean on your elbow to look at him. “You know I’m going out with Taehyung now. You liked my Instagram pic of us together from earlier this week.”

“Well, I’m sorry to say that if you’re here with me, that must mean he’s either very boring or is terrible in bed. Or maybe both?” He leaves the question open-ended for you to answer.

You roll your eyes and start to get up, not in the mood to discuss this with him tonight, or ever really.

You don’t need to explain to him that Taehyung deserves so much more than someone who’s willing to cheat on him, and with an ex-boyfriend at that. You two haven’t exactly made things official but it’s still unbelievably inconsiderate of you to waste his time while you pine after Jungkook, a guy who dumped you four months ago but still refuses to give you up.

“No, don’t go,” he groans. “What I’m trying to say is-” he pauses, fighting whatever is going on in his brain. “I don’t want you seeing him anymore,” he says bluntly.

“Why?” You press, begging for any sort of answer.

“‘Cause…,” he says, holding back.

“Because why Jungkook, I need you to say more than that. I need you to be more, we can’t keep going on like this.”

“Because I love you, dammit!” He runs a hand through his hair and huffs. “Can’t you tell? Isn’t it obvious? I’m still hung up on you and don’t like seeing you moving on when I’m, I’m…stuck,” he breathes.

He loves you.

A moment passes.

He. Loves. You.

“Please say something. Anything.” He’s nervously searching your face for any sort of answer.

“I don’t know what to say.”

“Say that you’re still hung up on me,” he whines, pulling you back onto his chest.

Your voice softens, “You know that I am.”

He kisses you gently, making your heart flutter with the possibility.

“Then what’s stopping us?” He asks once your lips part from one another.

It’s your turn to huff, you have so much to say yet it’s all lost on you at this exact moment. Funny how that works, isn’t it?

“You’re the one who ended things.”

The streetlight shines in through his window, its light illuminating your body, highlighting your beautiful features that he just can’t get enough of. Why did he end things again?

“Yeah, well, I’m an idiot. What’s new?” he jokes, crawling over top of you, completely mesmerized by how gorgeous you are beneath him. He kisses you sweetly, his lips massaging yours as his heart pounds loudly in his chest. You didn’t say no. To Jungkook, that means there’s still a chance, and he’ll gladly take it.

One of his hands holds the back of your neck, tilting your head just the right amount for him to deepen the kiss. He moans into your mouth, his tongue playing with yours while his other hand finds its way between your legs.

A soft gasp escapes your lips when his fingers dip inside you. They twist and curl with perfect accuracy, bringing you closer and closer to bliss.

He has you practically begging for more, you’re already a panting mess. You reach for him, craving more, needing him closer but he refuses.

“Nope,” he grins playfully, pushing your chest gently so you lay back onto the bed, “I want to watch you come undone this time. I want to see you lose it when you come for me.”

Your back arches off the bed as you dance along the edge, squeezing your eyes shut you let his words do their magic.

“Be a good girl and come all over these fingers.” Your hips move helplessly, matching his speed as you chase the high.

“You’re luminous, absolutely divine, and all mine. Nobody can worship you as I do. Nobody else can make you feel this good.”

“No one compares to you,” you moan sensually as pleasure overtakes your body yet again, turning you into the mess he wants to see.

Your lips touch again after what feels like an eternity. “I’m glad you’re here,” he whispers, leaving another lazy kiss on your cheek, before moving to clean up the aftermath of your pleasures.

“Me too,” you say sleepily, pulling him back into your arms after he disposed of the condom. You feel yourself drifting off, about to fall into a soft slumber with your bodies entwined.

Jungkook grins, knowing he’s one step closer to convincing you to try again. He kisses you softly, lovingly, one more time before you both drift off into the early morning light.

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starfxkr · 10 days

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i can't stop thinking about john b x jjx reader where reader starts picking up on jj's lingo and his mannerisms like john b and reader are hanging out and she starts talking like jj.

idk if this made sense

you been hanging around jj wayyyyy too long because you see john b an instead of running up to hug him you go "wassup g?" and dap him up like ohhhh thats not...please be a fuckin lady.

john b is begging you to act normal and you're so confused because you are acting normal?

"bubba please stop talking like that."

"fuck is you talkin about...bro stop bein weird oh my god."

#✨.txt #jj x reader x john b prompt

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dr-spencer-reids-queen · 3 months

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Only Just The Beginning

Pairing: Jennifer Jareau x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~900

Warnings: implied smut

Request by anon: Could you write a jjx fem reader where they can’t take their hands off each other on a night out so they have to excuse themselves to handle it 🫣🤭

Summary: This girls night is the opportunity you take to show JJ just how much you like her.

Square Filled: free space (2020) for @cm-kinkbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

This girl’s night out is supposed to get you out of your shell with JJ. Everyone knows you have a major crush on her, and they tell you she has a crush on you. However, she’s never told you herself so this night is supposed to bring you two closer so you can find out for sure if she does.

JJ is in the corner of the bar playing darts, Penelope grabs a nice booth for everyone, and Emily is getting the drinks. You grab your drink when Emily comes and down half of it immediately.

“Whoa, pace yourself there,” Penelope chuckles. She notices you staring at JJ and she nudges Emily with a smile. “Whatchu looking at there?”

“I’m going to do something about it. Watch my drink.”

Emily and Penelope watch you head over to JJ with smiles on their faces. JJ looks at you and gives you a flirty smile as she picks up another dart.

“You’re really good at darts. Teach me to play?” you ask even though you’re pretty good at it.

“Sure.” She hands you the dart and moves behind you so she can position you the right way. She runs her hand down your arm to your hand so she can position it the right way, and her other hand rests on your waist. She is so close that you can feel the heat through your clothes. “Right there. Perfect. You’re doing really well.”

“I have a good teacher,” you smile.

She pulls your hand back and the both of you throw the dart at the board. It’s not a bulls-eye but it’s very close to it.

“See? You’ll get the hang of it. You’re a natural.”

“I think I only do good when you’re holding me like that.”

“Come on, let’s get drunk,” she laughs.

She moves away from you but her hand brushes against your ass. Whether it was on accident or not, you’re not sure but you’re going with on purpose. You two walk back to the other girls who have ordered some food for the table.

“Fries. My favorite.” You and JJ reach for it at the same time so your hands brush against each other. “Sorry, you take some.”

“No, you go.”

You grab some fries and you hold one out for her to taste. She looks at Em and Pen to see them not doing a very good job at not watching, and she leans forward to bite the fry. She bites it so close to your fingers that her lips touch your skin. If the other girls weren't here, you’d be her out back and give her something to blush about.

“Here’s to us,” Penelope toasts. All four of you grab your drinks and raise them. “Here’s to all women just out looking to have a good time with their friends. I love you guys.”

“To us!”

Your glass meets the others in the middle before all four of you take a drink. You turn to scan the dancefloor when you end up knocking into JJ. Her drink is spilled all over her shirt, and she gasps from how cold it is.

“Shit. JJ, I am so sorry.”

You grab some napkins and dab the shirt so the stain doesn’t set. She grabs some more napkins to wipe her skin, and you move up to her chest where most of the damage is. You dab over her breasts, and she locks eyes with you.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper.

“Don’t worry about it. I can do this,” she chuckles. “You just wanted an excuse to touch my boobs.”

“Maybe,” you shrug and pull away from her. There is clear chemistry between the two of you and as confident as you have been tonight, you’re kind of nervous about it. If you do something about it, it becomes real. If it becomes real… You glance at her lips and completely pull away from her. “Excuse me. I need to use the bathroom.”

You’re not even gone for ten seconds when JJ turns to the group.

“I have to use the bathroom as well.”

It takes Emily and Penelope five seconds to realize what’s really going on here.

“They’re fucking, aren’t they?”

“With their chemistry? Obviously,” Pen giggles. “Want to make a bet to see how long it takes them to come out?”

“Yes. Twenty bucks say they last ten minutes.”

“Ten? That’s generous. I say they’re out in five.”

You and JJ don’t come out until thirty minutes later with messed up hair, makeup that looks like it’s been cleaned up, and a very thin layer of sweat on both your skin.

“I was closer,” Emily says.

“Fine,” Pen laughs and hands over a twenty.

“You made a bet on us?” you ask.

“Did you wash your hands? I don’t want pussy juice on the table.”

“Emily!” JJ gasps and blushes hard.

“You know what? I think I’m going to call it a night. Yeah, I have a pet at home I need to feed,” you say and grab your things.

“Aren’t you allergic to all animals?”

“JJ is the pet,” Emily giggles.

“Goodbye, ladies. JJ, would you like to come and help me?”

“Oh, she’ll love to come,” Pen smirks.

Both girls’ laughter follows you outside as JJ calls for an Uber. You didn’t have a lot to drink but Penelope is the one who drove so you’ll have to catch your own ride home. Once the Uber comes, you two slip in the back and enjoy the quiet ride home. You’re not for giving the driver a free show so you’ll compose yourself until you get to your place.

However, JJ’s hand slides over your thigh and grips your inner part. She rubs your skin to let you know that what she did to you in the bathroom is only just the beginning.

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ggukkiereads · 2 years

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hello, really want to say i appreciate your efforts for helping us out to what we are finding, it takes so much time yet you're here, thank you, really. i wish you happiness and good days to come!

can you please help me where should i find the fic of jjk where he's a parent and he has a gf where they're parents and still in college, like his gf is working in cafe it's an sm au / fake text form, i couldn't find it ;; and there's this scene where they parted for a bit since the girl got home to her mom's, it's so long, forgive me, but really thank you so much!

🌷 Hey 👋! Appreciate your kind words and I hope you also have great days ahead 💕.

About your fic, I think you're referring to Young One by @bts-reveries? Though OC is working at a restaurant instead of a coffee shop but the rest of the details are the same 😊.

#I think this is what you're looking for if it's that jungkook who forgets to pick up the kid in favor of fun times w old friends 😡#🌷 chats #fichunting #jjxs #young one #Bts-reveries #jungkook x reader #jungkook smau

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collecting-stories · 4 years

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Hook-up - JJ Maybank

Request: 120 and 89 w JJ? thank u!

A/N: Sorry this took so long to get out!!

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You grabbed JJ’s hand and pulled him away from the group of tourons he was telling some crazy fishing story to, waving to them as some sort of silent apology as you dragged your boyfriend through the house toward the stairs.

In truth you’d spent the whole day hanging out with the other pogues and JJ. You’d woken up at John B’s and all of you had spent the day just chilling at the house. It was a good day, a pretty typical one for your group, and one that had involved you and JJ spending whole hours just laying around with each other. Despite that you were feeling a little needier than usual, watching him from across the party as he chatted up a random group.

You’d be lying if you said that JJ’s charisma and magnetism wasn’t something that had attracted you from the beginning, and continued to attract you. He was adorable and funny and he had a way of drawing people in that had you unable to look away from him. It was an indescribable feeling. And sometimes it was enough to just watch him but other times you couldn’t help yourself and that same attention you were paying him, that feeling of being unable to take your eyes off him, you wanted him to pay you the same amount of attention.

He always teased you and told you that you were feeling needy. And maybe you were but right now, as you dragged him upstairs into a spare bedroom, you couldn’t care less what you were being.

“You know what I think you set a record for how quickly you just pulled me away,” JJ teased, flipping the lock on the bedroom door. “I mean, what was that like 10 minutes.”

“It was not ten minutes,” you rolled your eyes at him, annoyed that he’d call you out but unable to do much more in the way of denying. You had pulled him up here to be alone, away from everyone else. It wasn’t like you could pretend that you hadn’t, he wouldn’t even believe an excuse at this point, however well you worded it.

“Whatever you say babe.” He replied, stepping closer to you and putting his hands on your hips.

“I want you to have fun and be happy,” you insisted, trying to ease your guilt for taking him away from the party downstairs, “but is it so wrong that I want you to be happy and naked?”

JJ’s smile looked like a little kid’s...too happy and excited to even keep their eyes open as they smiled. He cupped your face in his hands, kissing you when you pouted at him. JJ didn’t care if you pulled him away from every party he went to. Sure, he liked hanging out with his friends and the two of you did that almost constantly, but he didn’t really care about anyone else. Other pogues, kooks, tourons, he didn’t give a shit about any of them. And honestly, yours was the only attention he wanted. So, when you pulled him away from a party it was like getting a gold star on homework. Mission accomplished; job well done.

“Well how about we remedy this dilemma then?” JJ offered, backing you up to the bed in the random room you’d snuck into. You and JJ have had sex in a lot of different rooms in the obx, this was just another to add to the list.

You climbed on the bed, kneeling at the edge and watching as JJ pulled his shirt over his head, your eyes following his hands as they gripped the hem and lifted. There were a million things you would list about your boyfriend that you loved before you even got to physical features but you’d be lying if you didn’t say that you didn’t spend an unhealthy amount of time just staring at him sometimes.

“Oh,” you said, as if you’d just thought of it, “you’ll be happy to know I’m not wearing any underwear.”

“Seriously?” He bit down on his lip as his eyes drifted over you, as if he could see right through your clothes.

You shrugged, smiling.

He pushed you back against the bed and you pulled yourself up to lay against the pillows, wrapping your arms around his neck as he hovered over you. JJ kept himself propped on one arm, as his other hand pushed up the bralette you were wearing as a top. You broke away long enough for him to toss your top over with his shirt and then he was back to kissing you, mouth working a bruise into your collar. His hand brushed over your stomach, fingers working the buttons on your shorts as he huffed out a breath against your skin.

“I swear to god you wear these just to be a pain in the ass,” he mumbled. He tilted his head, forehead against your collar as he looked down so he could unbutton your shorts. You knew the love/hate relationship that JJ had with the shorts. He loved the rip in the back, right under your ass, and how short they were, but he hated that the zipper was actually a row of five buttons.

“I mean, it is entertaining,” you teased. He looked up at you, eyes narrowing, before he kissed you.

“I hate you.” He mumbled, kissing you one more time.

You hummed, “I think you’re lying.”

The door opened suddenly and JJ shifted, sitting up so that he was blocking you from view as Pope appeared in the doorframe. “Fuck, guys, come on!” He cursed when he realized it was the two of you, “lock the door or something honestly.

“Get out Pope!” JJ yelled, tossing a pillow at him. You sat up, covering yourself by scooting forward to sit behind your boyfriend, leaning against his back as Pope ran out, door shutting behind him.

“Maybe we should leave?” You said, kissing between his shoulder blades.

“Fine.”

You could hear the put in JJ’s voice and you laughed, “we can just go back to the Chateau, John B’s here...”

“Alright, get dressed, we’re going.” JJ said, getting up and grabbing his shirt off the ground. “And this time you’re unbuttoning those fucking shorts yourself.”

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anxiousstark · 4 years

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can we get a part 2 to the bit you wrote about jj getting really anxious when his s/o left the house without telling him? like maybe it's later that day or the next day & he's just being really needy/clingy so she's giving him lots of lovin' & he's just mumblin things so, at some points, she has to translate for kie and pope & maybe later he gets super vulnerable with her & maybe like, cries or smth? & she's just taking care of her boy

Meant to say night | JJ MAYBANK

A second part of “Not meant to say goodbye.”

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, anxiety, and panic attacks. But really just fluff, and lots of comfort for our baby JJ. Soft baby JJ being clingy.

A/N: I made a Taglist.

Word Count: 882

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"Where are you going?"

You had tried to get up from the couch. After spending all morning comforting your boyfriend, your body begged you to go to the toilet. You smiled softly at him. "I need to go to the toilet, JJ." Your fingers interlocked between his blond strands of hair. "So I would be grateful if you let me get up."

You had been resting on the couch that was placed on the Chateau, JJ resting all his body on you. His head on your chest, trying to breathe at the same pace as you while your legs were intertwined.

"No." He groaned, face dipping even more in your chest. "I don't want you to go."

"I'm just going to take a piss, JJ." You grinned. "You wouldn't want me to pee right here." Of course, JJ had to let you go. But it seemed like he had other ideas as he followed you to the bathroom.

Pope Heyward came out of John B's room, deciding that was the best place to hide the gift they had bought for JJ's upcoming birthday. He wanted to say that he was shocked, but he wasn't when he witnessed the bathroom door almost closed. It couldn't close completely because JJ's arm was through it.

JJ had decided that he would give you the privacy to pee on your own, even though at first he just wanted to go inside the bathroom with you and sit on the floor until you finished. In the end, he decided that he would wait outside the bathroom, but your hands would be locked with each other. JJ was still terrified by the fact that when he woke up, there was nobody at the Chateau. He needed the constant comfort of feeling you.

When you came out of the bathroom, soft sobs were coming out of his mouth. "Hey," You turned his body around. As soon as JJ saw you, he continued crying fiercely. "What happened, JJ?"

Now, Kie and Pope were there, after hearing their friend cry. The other girl rubbed his back, while the boy rested a hand on his shoulder. Words weren't needed to let JJ now that he would never be alone. Never.

"I-I just," His hands grabbed your hips, pulling you closer to him. "I just reminisced that when I woke up you guys weren't there, and I got scared." The last word was a mere whisper. JJ was someone who would never admit that he was terrified.

Pope was glad that he had hidden JJ's gift in the darkest, and not easy to discover the place of the boy's room. Now, JJ was lying down on John B's bed, his entire body wrapped around you. Eyes closed, head hidden on the crook of your neck. Your cold hands caressed his bareback. Kie and Pope had grabbed some pillows and sheets, resting them on the floor. They wanted to be there for JJ because the blond boy was always there for them, in his own way. They wanted to be there because they had also experienced the disappearance of the Routledge boy.

JJ whispered some inaudible words on your neck. Inaudible for the others, but you were used to comforting JJ all the time.

"Boy," Kie smiled. "If you don't talk loud enough, we can't understand you."

You grinned after hearing him groan, arms tightening around you. "He said that he wants to watch a movie." Kie and Pope seemed to be surprised as you had understood what your boyfriend had mumbled. "Oh, he also wants the window opened. He wants to be able to breathe the outside."

Pope nodded, getting up from the floor and letting Kie's hand go while he went to the window, opening it up. Kie, on the other hand, decided to play a random movie, knowing that JJ just wanted a background noise. It would make him feel safer. Before both of them could sit down on, they heard JJ mumble something else. They looked at you, waiting for the translation.

You blushed a little. "He wants kisses."

"Aww," Pope placed his hand on his chest. The sound of his voice made JJ look at him, not hiding his face on the crook of your neck anymore. "You want MY kisses?"

Still, with teary eyes, JJ shook his head. His right hand grabbed your chin, moving your head down so he could place a couple of depending pecks on your lips. JJ would have continued, he would have made those kisses more passionate, but he was interrupted by his two friends throwing themselves on top of him. Kie tickling his sides while Pope tried to kiss his cheek several times.

JJ giggled. JJ Maybank giggled. A smile decorating his face. The three of you felt at peace after making the most important person in your lives smile.

John B's bed wasn't empty that night. It was occupied by four friends, seeking comfort and giving it back.

The next morning, JJ was the first one to open his eyes, but this time he was able to go back to sleep because the love of his life and his friends were holding him close. That same morning, while the sun caressed his skin, he knew that he would never be alone.

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rejectedluke · 4 years

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Imagine: You're JJ's sister and your father takes his anger out on you and the pogues find out.

TW: Drug use and abuse mentioned

(There are a few parts to this)

It was around 8 pm by the time you finished covering the bruises your dad left, finally heading to the Camerons house. You were supposed to meet your brother and the rest of his friends at 6:30. Hoping you could slip in without questions asked, your best friend Derek picks you up and drives you over. “Will you look out for me? I wanna black out and forget this whole day” you ask with pleading eyes and your best puppy dog face, “You know, getting drunk won't help anything. But I will gladly look out for you.” Derek responds, pulling into the driveway. Walking in the front door, the first thing you’re met with is Rafe, Top and Kelce chanting “Shots, shots, shots!” and immediately you head in that direction. After downing a few back to back, Derek pulls you away. “I know I said I'd look out for you, but I didn't think you meant black out in the first 30 seconds after our arrival” Derek grumbles. Already feeling slight effects of the alcohol, you just giggle in response. Before he has the chance to say anything else, a random kook asks if you want to do a keg stand. Of course your response was “hell to the yes!” While Derek shakes his head behind you. - Even over the loud music you can hear JJ yell “what in the actual fuck is going on” and before you know it, your legs are being pulled downwards. Once right side up, you burp with a giggle. Pope on the right and JJ on the left, with John B and Kie across the keg looking at you concerned. “You were supposed to meet us, the fuck happened?” JJ demands with anger clearly evident in his tone. You are still trying to stabilize yourself, taking a minute to process what JJ said. “Chill out” is all you were able to say, “it's a party dude, go have fun.” you finish while attempting to walk away. “No, nope, where were you?” JJ persists blocking your path. Unable to form a coherent thought, you decide to reach around and tap JJ on his opposite shoulder, prompting him to look in the other direction. That's when you make a break for it, disappearing into the crowd before the other pogues had a chance to grab you. The later in the night it gets, the drunker you get. You’re way past the blackout stage. Which is why when Rafe grabbed your hand after dancing with him, you followed. Letting him lead you to the basement and letting him guide you into his lap. It's also the reason why you’ve done a good amount of coke. Feeling your phone buzz in your back pocket, you pull it out. Seeing a text from Derek you decide to set out to find him, “I'm gonna get another drink, you want one?” You whisper in Rafes ear with no intention of coming back. He offers a small “No thanks, sweetheart.” In response and you set off to find your friend. Which is harder than anticipated because of your inebriated state. Deciding to take a seat on the stairs and take a break, Kelce begins to descend the stairs. Upon seeing you, he crouches down and asks “You good lil Maybank?” which prompts you to nod in response while saying, “Just feeling like the world is crashing and burning.” Kelce takes a seat on the stair above you, “I can help fix that.” is his response which piques your interest, turning your head to the side and arching a brow, he pulls a tab of acid out of a little baggie. “You down?” he questions, “yessir,” you cheer.

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violett-writes · 4 years

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Home is in Your Arms

Summary: JJ bears his soul to you during a cuddle sesh.

Word Count: 954

Tag List: @tangledinsparkles

You sniffle, wiping your eyes on the sweater you stole from John B.’s floor. You were sitting, crosslegged, in his house, the Pogues surrounding you. Your legs shaking slightly as you nervously pick at your skin, a terrible anxious habit of yourself.

“Y/N, please, tell us what happened.” Pope pleads. The four of them have been watching you cry silently for the past 10 minutes. You had burst into John B.’s house, sobbing hysterically. They sat you down and put the sweater on you, not knowing it was actually JJ’s, and sat with you as you slowly calmed down.

You shake your head, “J-Josh.” You stutter, needing no future explanation. Josh was your ex-boyfriend who refused to leave you alone. The two of you broke up a couple weeks ago after he drunkenly hit you, yet he refuses to accept it. He shows up at your house, up to three times a day, begging you to come back to him.

This time, he got a little too close for comfort. You gently pull down the sweatshirt, showing the fingerprints that are bruised into your shoulder.

JJ stiffens, his eyes darkening at the sight of your wound. “What the fuck?!” He spits out.

Kiera looks over at him sharply.

You cry a little harder at that, not wanting anyone to raise their voice around you at the moment. You shake your head. “It’s okay. I’m okay.” Your tears slowly come to a stop. “I’m fine, I just don’t want to go home.” Your parents are gone for vacation in the Bahamas and you don’t want to see Josh again without them around.

John B. nods, “You can stay here. You know you’re welcome.” He pauses, looking over at JJ. “But, you’d have to share the bed unless one of you wanted to stay on the couch.”

JJ shakes his head, “I’ll stay on the couch.”

Kiera nods, looking over at Pope and Sarah. “It’s getting late, so we better be going. Are you sure you’re okay Y/N?”

You nod, gulping. “I’m fine, thank you guys.”

They stand and leave, John B. giving you a gentle pat before going to his room. Leaving you and JJ alone in the living room.

You clear your throat, looking up at JJ and stand. Your legs shake slightly, exhaustion hitting you suddenly. “I’m so tired.”

JJ wraps his arm around you to steady you, let’s get you into bed. The two of you walk to the guest bedroom together, his arm wrapped tightly around your waist. You can feel his thumb gently rubbing circles into your side as you walk.

You slowly lay into bed. He pulls the covers over you as you snuggle deeper into bed. As he turns to leave, you grab his hand. “JJ?” You ask, your voice small.

“Yeah?” He asks, turning to face you. A small smile graces his face as he sees how cute you look in bed, his sweatshirt two sizes too big on you.

“Will you stay? I just…I just want to feel safe.” You mumble, your eyes turning downward not meeting his. You feel pathetic begging your friend to stay with you through the night. As if you were scared of the monsters that roamed the dark.

He chuckles, his dimples showing, and he pulls the covers back once again. He gets into bed, peeling off his shirt as he does. Then, he lays next to you, not touching you at all. The last thing he wants to do right now is make you uncomfortable.

You snuggle closer to him, intertwining your legs with his. He lets a surprised noise out at your closeness to him. He puts his arm around your waist, slipping his hand under his sweatshirt to rub your back.

“I never liked Josh.” He mumbles to you.

You look up at him through your eyelashes, your eyebrows knotting together. “You didn’t?”

He shakes his head. “No. I never trusted him.”

“Then why not say something?” You ask, tears welling up in your eyes.

He shrugs, blush becoming apparently on the apples of his cheeks. “I thought you would think it was coming from a place of jealously?”

You snuggle closer into his chest, your eyes fluttering closed as the warmth starts to make your sleepier. “Why would I think that?”

There’s a long pause and for a moment you wonder if JJ fell asleep.

“Because I’ve liked you since the moment you’ve joined our group. Y/N, I have never felt how I feel around you with anyone else. I’m constantly worried about if I look cool, if I say something wrong, if I make you upset. I could tell Josh never felt like that for you. He didn’t fell a tenth of what I feel for you. And I know this is coming from left field, but just you wearing my sweatshirt makes my heart skip a beat. I-I’m not making any sense…”

You smile up at him, gently cupping his cheek with your hand. “JJ… please shut up for once in your life.” You joke and bring your lips to his. It was the softest kiss you’ve ever had. Both of you scared to move too fast for the other. JJ pulls back, a twinkle in his eye and the classic smirk on his face.

“I knew you would never be able to resist me.” He jokes, before connecting your lips again. This time the kiss was more passionate. It felt like an open door, a beginning, a brave new world. One of love, passion, and nothing but happiness.

You pull away from the kiss, snuggling closer into his arms. “I know what you mean though. For me, I feel at home in your arms.”

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