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cannellee · 3 months ago

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TOKYO REVENGERS OMEGAVERSE ★

୨୧ yandere! alpha! kazutora x omega! reader

synopsis: kazutora is utterly obssessed with you and turns yandere once you start hanging out with other people. but what happens when he goes too far...?

cw : bullying, manipulation, controlling/possessive behaviour, r@pe attempt (not kazutora), assault, angst to comfort?

note : I'm so so sorry for not posting for nearly 2ish months🙏 here's a little something that was sitting in my drafts for a while now, hope you'll like it! I'll try to get back to posting stuff before the end of the year!!

note 2 : I recently read a lot of fics with omega drop inside and I wanted to give it a try!! I'm so unhappy with how the end turned out, but I can't think of anything else to write soo... + it's so rushed, pls don't hate me🙏

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just imagine bully!kazutora, who decides to attend school regularly just to see his favourite omega every day!

he develops this weird obsession for you and can't stop himself from thinking about you 24/7. at first he's talking to you in the most casual way he can, asking you about school homework, what food you had for lunch...

you don't find him repulsive at all despite the rumours : he isn't violent and overwhelming despite his affiliation to a gang. so you engage in small conversations with him, almost finding yourself in a secluded space with just the two of you more often than you can remember. but kazutora has been nothing but a nice alpha with you! so you let your guard down.

his mean behaviour didn't start until the summer break. you discovered yourself and gained confidence, going out more and discussing with more people than you used to.

when kazutora was one of the rare people occupying your already tiny social circle, he now was one friend among so many. of course he had that special place in your heart, but how could he know ? regardless, it wasn't enough for kazutora.

he felt a burning jealousy consuming him wholeheartedly whenever you gave that new friend of yours more attention than him.

you used to be so shy and awkward, timidly walking up to him in hopes he'll talk to you. now kazutora has to witness his omega act like a social butterfly, smiling and hugging others like it's no big deal.

he's fuming. he doesn't want the thousand girls fanning over him and he couldn't care less about the people gathering around him to try and befriend him.

no, kazutora fell for you first and wants nothing more than your precious bubbly self for him to see only. what do you mean you have to cut short your daily walks home because some nobody invited you to the library ?

kazutora lives that as a betrayal and can't even fathom the idea of you slowly slipping away from him. he just had to do something. he felt sick to his stomach just thinking about you with someone else, about some alpha making moves even though he didn't even get the chance to properly kiss you or hold your hand.

but kazutora is smart. kazutora is charismatic. kazutora is an alpha with a sweet and charming smile. his bad reputation flew over people's heads whenever he flashed them his signature smile followed by his sugar-coated words.

you didn't think much about it when some people started avoiding you, interacting with you less and less. those were the ones you only made small talks with once in a while.

some started to throw you weird looks, whispering after you passed in front of them to join your locker. you frowned a bit, but no harm was done so you shrugged it off.

it was all too progressive to be a coincidence. first the rumours, then the physical bothering and finally, people outward causing you abuse.

it was scary and off-putting how everyone seemed to have turned their back on you, bullying you like you never laughed together just a month ago.

you pondered and questioned yourself, absolutely clueless about the unfair treatment. you now came to school with an unbearable pit to your stomach, scared as to what other students would come up with today.

while some deliberately left your side and bothered you for a couple of days, they soon got bored and simply proceeded to ignore you. but there was this particular friend group, which seemed adamant to keep persecuting you under any circumstances.

a few betas and alphas, everyday pushing you to the edge, cornering you in the empty locker room and tormenting you or literally destroying your belonging when you had your back turned.

it was all too much. everyone just disappeared from your life and you were left with a growing fear and apprehension. your usual vanilla scent was reduced to ashes, barely present, meanwhile you kept your mouth shut most of the time, sometimes even going days without talking to anyone at all.

it took a toll on your mental health, your instincts not fit for such a lonely life. you were made to be cajoled and appreciated, to enjoy life and make your loved ones happy.

you didn't have anyone anymore. you tried a few times to catch your closest friends in the hallway whenever you saw them pass before you, but none of them spared you a glance, hurriedly mumbling apologies before looking around them with fear in their eyes.

nothing made sense anymore. not even kazutora, who you thought was a genuine friend, helped you. he still attended school with an impressive diligence, you caught him sometimes talking to your bullies whenever the six of them ate together during lunch.

you had taken the habit to spend your lunchtime at the back of the school, far from everyone. you enjoyed those moment sof peace, even being able to keep an eye on them from where you were. you coul easily spot them without you being visible.

kazutora towered over them like a self-proclaimed leader, while they all listened to him with respect. kazutora was far stronger than them and could simply order them around the way he'd like.

you often wondered why he would take part in such a horrible thing, tormenting you as if you actually deserved it. what surprised you was how he seemed to never actually commit those said acts himself, making you even question if he was behind it all.

still, you kept your distance from him. your own feeling of betrayal hanging heavy in your mind at kazutora's indifference towards you.

· · ୨୧ · ·

you fell on your butt after a particularly mean push to your shoulder. you looked up, wide-eyed and scared, the sound of laughter entering your ears as you watched their smirk deepen.

you hung out later than usual at the library, studying until it was all but dark outside. you carefully packed your stuff without any worries, not expecting anyone at this hour.

but to your luck, the same exact people were there, waiting for you like a pack of starved hyenas. you pushed past them, hoping that would keep them from bothering you any further, their sadistic urges already satisfied.

their pheromones felt especially menacing tonight, you didn't know if it was your mind playing tricks, feeling more vulnerable than ever now that you were all on your own and exhausted.

your instincts exhorted you to flee from here when they grabbed your shoulder to make you turn around. you couldn't dare look up, their sickening laughs doing enough to make you beyond scared.

they trashed you around, taking pleasure in your lack of power, your optimistic self easily defeated by the days spent in fear and anxiety. you instinctively reacted to their scents, your limbs automatically shaking, mind cloudy, trying its best to protect itself.

you could only cry pitifully when one of them threw you, forcing you to make contact with the floor once again. and when his eyes lingered over your figure in a predatory gaze, a smirk streching his lips and his tongue passing over it, you felt your blood run cold.

you searched for any ounce of humanity in his friends' eyes, hoping they'll realise that they were going too far and eventually call out the alpha. finding none, you felt yourself slipping awat by the second, your senses way too overly stimulated by their treatment.

you cried harder, his hands feeling like knives digging into your flesh, a ruthless attempt at stripping you away from what little dignity you had left.

he sat on top of you, his weight forcing a few coughs out of you, unable to breathe properly. he continued his assault comfortably, his friends cheering him on with no regard to how your whole world went crashing down in this exact moment, all your strenght abandoning you, unable to fight anymore.

your mind went blank, trying so hard to process what had just happened to you when you felt one of his friend pull him off of you. mumbling something about kazutora and telling the alpha that they scared you enough.

he reluctantly agreed with an angry growl and a condescending slap to your cheek, knowing kazutora was far too scary to go further with his omega. he mockingly barked at you to be grateful, but you couldn't hear him, nor could you move.

you simply laid there, a pool of tears clouding your vision, tiny and pathetic cries leaving your soar throat. you couldn't protect yourself from the unshakable feeling of terror and helplessness and nobody was there to give you support.

you really were all on your own.

· · ୨୧ · ·

you woke up in the softness of your nest, memories blurry and confused, yet all your senses vividly alert. the blankets and pillows were in a mess, mascara smeared across your cheeks, your high-school uniform still on and furiously torn apart, and the smell of blood floating in the air.

after dragging yourself back to your home, you had used all your remaining strenght and could no longer move. yesterday was your last straw and all you could do was lay on your side, head pounding from all the crying and feeling like a lifeless doll.

you felt like a stranger in your own body, unable to shake off the overwhelming fear. you couldn't find any source of solace, your nest wasn't even yours anymore, it felt foreign. you didn't feel safe anywhere.

you slowly let your thoughts consume you.

you couldn't do it, you weren't brave enough, strong enough. you had been able to handle it for the first few months but you felt yourself fall deeper into this nightmare and your were afraid you would never be able to get out of it.

kazutora didn't think much about your absence at school today, he was visibly disappointed to not be able to see his favourite omega, but didn't pry too much.

after a day turned into two, then three and then almost twoweeks now, he grew more and more concerned. he was agitated, pissed off by the situation, skipping classes the second he didn't see you there. he tried calling you multiple times a day, left you a hundred of messages and despite the strangeness of his sudden concern for you, he had expected you'd answer them, or at least read them. but you didn't.

he was left in the dark and was surprised at himself to have let you flee his eyes for this much time, almost instinctively sensing the abnormal urgency in your absenteeism. he had consulted those meaningless people he used to isolate you, kazutora was such a threat on his own that he was sure they couldn't have possibly lied straight to his face. or is it that they've took it too far ? kazutora knew he had warned them about it, scaring you was fine, tormenting you was fine, anything beyong that was like asking for death.

he found himself at you doorstep the same exact day, a plastic bag full of various medicines just in case. he knocked, waited, but heard nothing. he tried smelling you through the cracks, your heat scent usually so strong it literally slips from under. but he sensed nothing, comfirming you had no academically right reason to not attend school for such a long period of time.

he called your name, screamed it in desperation, banged on your door to try and stir up some movement from inside, but everything was dreadfully calm.

a million thoughts went through kazutora's mind when he broke into your home. he breathed in your familiar scent, the same one that instantly made him feel all sorts of things the way no other omega ever did. he took a minute to observe his surroundings, smiling at how cute and friendly you had decorated your place. despite the unusual darkness, it was indeed very charming. kazutora thought it suited you very well.

when he kept going further into the hallway, a strange feeling flooded his body. despite his excitement to finally see your face after two weeks, he somehow felt anxious. he didn't know what to expect. had you finally crumbled under the pressure of having no one by your side ? did kazutora break you enough that you'd seek comfort near anyone who would offer you a helping hand, even if that person was him ?

oh how did he want to have you all for himself once again, to have you back in his arms, talking to him with your shy eyes, teeth biting your lips in nervousness and too intimidated to even think about leaving his side.

what sight awaited him inside your room? will you welcome him, tears of relief and happiness flooding your eyes upon seeing someone care about you? after all this time of fighting alone, fending for yourself like a frail lamb when your whole purpose was to rely on others ?

kazutora couldn't wait to become your saviour, to chase away those annoying people who had dared mess with you, even if it was all his fault. you just would have to give him one word, one proof of affection and he'll immediately be on his way to teach them a lesson.

he opened your door, feeling entitled to do so without even asking. he frenetically searched for you, nose instantly trying to pick up your sweet scent. you were curled up between a pile of blankets, frame shaking and your fists desperately clutching the fabric.

he frowned slightly, yet still unaware of the alarming state you were in and approached you slowly. he smiled when he took notice of the teddy bear he had gifted you a few months prior, his chest warming up with pride upon seeing how hard it was pressed against your chest.

he gently called your name, nudging you just a little bit to get you to open your eyes. not wanting to scare you, he made himself as small as possible, voice barely above a whisper and movements as slow as he could.

but you couldn't move an inch and kazutora soon realised that your whole body was burning up, and not from a heat. he checked your forehead, watched how your breathing was weak despite being shaky and finally took in the terrifyingly rotten smell of your scent, nothing like he had expected upon entering your room.

although delusional, his instincts couldn't ignore and misinterpret the distressed pheromones your whole body emitted. reacting immediately to them, he softly caressed your face, removed you from inside the covers and took your worn out body in his arms.

he tried stimulating you by saying your name as kindly as possible, his own body burning up from the stress and creeping guilt slowly consuming him after linking everything together. was that the consequences of his actions? he looked at your face, torn with pain and fear, noticing with horror the purple bruise on your wrist and the equally awful red marks on your neck and arms, some even bleeding.

he showered you with his own pheromones, using nature's ways to force you into a calmer state.

what has he done? was it all his fault? he should've known you weren't this brave and should've known you'd need him sooner. he should've taken the hint and go to you instead of observing you slowly falling apart and delaying the moment when he'd finally come at your rescue.

he watched as you slowly but surely came back to him, eyes blinking up at him, unable to comprehend what was going on. you were all dopey and insanely fragile, your mental state on the verge of a cliff, threatening to fall if you were to be feeling any bit of discomfort.

· · ୨୧ · ·

surpringly enough, you had warmed up to kazutora faster than he had expected. when anxiety plagued you with its torments, he was the one you instinctively reached out to, his scent carrying a sense of comfort and safety.

it was unfair how he could prevent your mind from torturing you any further when he was the primary culprit. you weren't even able to get a full night of rest because of it, and now you were accorded sleep because he decided it was best for you.

he literally drugged you with his pheromones during the period you were more than vulnerable, unable to take care of yourself. breathing in kazutora's scent whenever you felt down and distressed, had you assimilating it with something close to a safe place.

when you first woke up in his embrace after falling asleep to the sound of his apologies, you tore yourself away from his arms. you trying to move with what little strength you could muster forced his own eyes open, his hand, too quick to not be a reflex, caught your waist, keeping you against his chest.

"let go of me," you whispered after trying to pry yourself away from him, gripping his forearm, desperately wishing to make him move.

"y/n..."

"I said let go of me kazutora. why are you even here ?" cutting him off, you looked at him angrily, tears threatening to fall from your eyes.

the pained stare he was met with was enough to make him regret all his actions. sheer betrayal was written all over your face and the scent which once brought you comfort, now only made you uncomfortable. he was too close. his hands tangled with your waist and wrists... you were scared of what they could do to you. he was holding you too tightly. he was afraid you would disappear.

"kazutora, you're hurting me. just what exactly do you want and how did you get in ?" he quickly let go of you, muttering a few awkward apologies.

"...how did you get those bruises ?" he asked after a long silence, partially pleased you weren't ordering him to leave anymore and relieved you didn't push the topic of his intrusion any further.

"keep playing dumb and I might actually get really angry" you had pushed yourself up, refusing kazutora's help and was now sitting, glaring at him.

"please y/n, I assure you I don't know anything. I wouldn't have let anyone hurt you like this..." you chuckled half-heartedly, looking at kazutora's pleading eyes with contempt in yours. you could tell he was taken aback with how things were turning out with how he grabbed your arm softly, as if begging you to please believe him.

"ask your friends, I'm sure they'd love to tell you all the details about what they did."

and with that, you turned your back on him, tired of talking to him who acted like nothing was his fault, as if he hadn't played a huge role in how people treated you.

you were too tired to curse at him and yell for him to get out of your sight, you fell asleep in almost a few minutes this day, not caring if kazutora had anything to tell you or if he was even still there, invading your nest and taking up all the space like he was used to when it came to you.

· · ୨୧ · ·

upon your confession, kazutora was seeing red, rage fully consuming his body and abandoning him to a state of pure instincts.

he stayed still, observing your steady breathing and the mess he had caused because of his jealousy, hands shaking at the sight of your injured body.

he made sure one last time that you were covered with his pheromones, which, no matter how much you hated them, helped you calm down a bit and have a good night rest like you needed.

he got up, barricaded your door that was slightly broken and left you alone in your apartment, ready to pay a visit to those people he had used to get what he wanted.

you've always been fragile, your nature shaping you to be more delicate than him, but never had he ever seen you this weak and defeated. although he had his response in your current state, he promised himself he would redeem himself, vowing to protect you just like he should've.

and it all starts now, by getting rid of the ones who thought they could go as far as laying a hand on you.

when he came back, he let out a relieved sigh seeing you hadn't move. he threw his now slightly red t-shirt on the floor and went back to your side, pleased with what he did and happy there were a few less threats for you out there.

he kissed your naked shoulder and fell asleep, inhaling your sweet scent he craved so much and swore nothing bad would ever happen again.

kazutora would make sure of it...

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freshl6ve · 3 months ago

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𝐉𝐉 𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐊 | 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐓 𝐔𝐏 & 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐌𝐄

⭑.ᐟ : 𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡, hands shoved in my pockets. The ocean breeze kissed my face, but my footsteps stayed slow, almost reluctant. I had to admit, the idea of spending my morning watching JJ Maybank surf sounded... interesting. As I caught sight of his figure in the distance, my lips curled into a smirk. I was curious.

I settled on a spot on the sand, my eyes fixed on JJ's lithe frame slicing through the waves.

He looked like he belonged to the ocean, each movement fluid and free. The sun glinted off his golden hair, making him almost glow. I couldn’t help but watch, my smirk turning into a genuine smile. And yet, he never looked at me. He had no idea I was there, no clue that I’d come because of his casual text on a late night whim.

With each wave he rode, I found myself drawn in. There was a raw energy about him, a sort of untamed freedom I couldn’t help but admire. But as I sat there, my heart began to flutter in my chest, a feeling I wasn’t quite used to. This wasn’t supposed to happen. This was just supposed to be a bit of harmless fun, something to fill a boring morning. Or so I told myself.

But then, after what felt like forever, JJ finally turned towards the shore. His gaze scanned the beach, searching, and I had the sudden impulse to hide. But before I could, his eyes landed on me, widening fractionally in surprise. He didn’t expect me to come. Hell, I didn’t expect myself to come. Yet there I was, sitting on the sand like I belonged there.

JJ stepped out of the water, his board under one arm. His hair was sticking to his forehead, wet and tousled. He ran a hand through it, trying to dry it off, and with every step he took, leaving a trail of wet sand. When he reached me, he stood there, a dripping mess, a grin tugging at his lips.

I looked up at him, my voice dripping with feigned nonchalance. “Well, well, well. Look who it is. The suffer boy himself,” I greeted. “Catch any good waves?”

JJ let out a low chuckle, his grin growing wider. He leaned against his board, looking down at me with a mix of surprise and amusement. “I didn’t think you were gonna show,” he replied, his gaze locked on mine.

“I guess you were wrong,” I retorted, my tone casual. But inside, my heart was racing. I tried to play it cool, but the sight of him with his wet hair and that damn smile was making it hard. “But here I am,” I added, shrugging slightly.

JJ chuckled, shaking his head slightly. “I thought you weren’t gonna show because you didn’t want to be seen with a Pogue like me. You know, ruining your kook reputation,” he teased. There was a hint of self-deprecation in his voice, but his gaze remained firm, testing my reaction.

My eyes widened slightly at his question, an amused smile tugging at my lips. “Worrying about my reputation, Maybank?” I responded, cocking an eyebrow. “Please. You think I care what people think?”

The truth was, I didn’t care about my reputation amongst kooks. But I cared what this particular Pogue thought of me, and that was a thought I pushed away quickly. I held his gaze, refusing to back down, challenged by the amusement glittering in his blue eyes.

I stood up, brushing the sand off my shorts, and walked towards him. “Besides,” I added, my smirk growing, “Who says hanging out with a Pogue is such a bad thing?”

I continued, a smirk tugging at my lips. “Being seen with a Pogue like you isn't going to ruin my reputation. If anything, it'll make me look cool. You're like a badge of honor, y’know?” I teased, unable to hide the hint of playfulness in my tone.

JJ’s eyes widened slightly, surprise flickering across his features before he covered it up with a smirk. “A badge of honor, huh?” he repeated, his voice a little less confident than before. “Careful, I might get a big ego if you keep complimenting me like that.”

I let out a soft laugh, shaking my head. “Oh, please. Your ego won’t get any bigger than it already is.” I teased again, enjoying the banter between us. The way his blue eyes glinted whenever I challenged him was more endearing than I wanted to admit.

JJ feigned outrage, placing a hand over his heart. “Excuse you, my ego is perfectly in check, thank you very much.” He retorted jokingly, stepping a little closer to me. The distance between us felt charged suddenly, the air buzzing with a mix of tension and laughter.

I fought to keep my composure, refusing to back down. “Oh really?” I drawled, glancing upwards to meet his gaze. “Perfectly in check, huh?” I took a step closer, a challenge in my eyes. “I highly doubt that.”

JJ’s smirk returned, his confidence starting to flicker back. His eyes scanned my face, as if reading the challenge in my expression. “You doubt a lot, y’know that?” he responded, his voice low.

He took another step forward, mirroring my action. We were standing so close now, I could feel the heat radiating off his body, the scent of saltwater and sunshine surrounding him. He was closer than I’d ever let anyone before, yet I didn’t feel the need to back away. Instead, I held my ground, lifting my chin slightly in defiance.

“It’s one of my many talents,” I replied, my voice a little breathier than I would’ve liked. “Doubt and skepticism, my two best friends.”

His proximity was making it hard to concentrate, his eyes holding me captive. I felt like a moth drawn to a flame, knowing I was playing with fire and yet unable to pull away.

Reluctantly, I took a step back, trying to clear my head. The closeness had been dizzying, and I needed distance to regain some sense of control. I crossed my arms, masking my discomfort with a casual tone.

“You didn’t answer my question though,” I repeated, trying to divert the conversation. “How were the waves?”

JJ was a bit taken aback by my sudden retreat, but he quickly recovered, his smirk returning. He chuckled slightly, the sound warm and rough at the same time. “Waves were good,” he replied, leaning back against his board. “Got some good waves, did a few tricks.”

He paused, eyeing me carefully. “Why? Were you actually interested?”

I feigned annoyance, rolling my eyes but unable to suppress the hint of a smile. “If I must admit,” I began, my tone begrudgingly sincere, “You're one of the best surfers I know.”

I paused, allowing the compliment to sink in, then added hastily, “Don't let it get to your head, though.”

JJ's smirk widened into a full-fledged smile, his eyes lighting up at my words. He tried to play it coy, shrugging nonchalantly, but I could see the satisfaction in his expression. “One of the best, huh?” he repeated, clearly enjoying the praise.

He leaned a little closer, his voice dropping to a quieter, more earnest tone. “Coming from a kook like you, that's high praise.”

I couldn't help but shake my head, a soft laugh escaping me. “Please, don’t act like you don’t bask in compliments,” I retorted, my voice softer than I intended. There was something about this - this casual banter, this quiet moment between us - that was making my heart flutter in my chest.

JJ chuckled, his smile turning into something almost sheepish. “Maybe I do enjoy a compliment or two,” he admitted, looking down at his board before meeting my gaze again. “But coming from you, it feels different.”

JJ set his board down on the ground, then took a seat on top of it, stretching out his legs and resting his arms behind him. The action was casual, yet it somehow made him look even more attractive, the sun catching in his wet hair and highlighting the lean muscle in his arms. He looked up at me, a smirk playing on his lips. “Care to join me?”

I took a seat next to him, leaving a small space between us. My heart was still beating unsteadily in my chest, the proximity to him making the air feel charged. I hugged my knees to my chest, trying to calm myself by focusing on the steady rhythm of the waves crashing against the shore.

I glanced sidelong at JJ, noticing the way the sunlight caught in his eyes, making them look brighter than usual. “So, JJ Maybank,” I began, trying to keep my voice light. “What now?”

JJ leaned back, his arms still behind him, supporting his upper body. He shrugged, his gaze fixated on the horizon. “Now, we just chill,” he replied simply. “Watch the sunrise, maybe talk a bit.”

He turned to look at me, a small smile on his face. “Unless you have somewhere else to be?”

I shook my head, my eyes locked on the horizon. The sun was slowly rising, bathing the sky in shades of orange and gold. It was a beautiful sight, one that I didn’t want to look away from.

“No, nowhere else to be,” I responded, my voice softer than I meant to. The tranquility of the moment was making me feel more unguarded, more open to whatever this was between us.

JJ seemed to notice the change in tone. He shifted slightly, his shoulder almost touching mine. The space between us felt smaller, the air thicker. The only sound was the soft lull of the waves and the steady beat of our breaths.

JJ broke the silence, his voice quiet. “Y’know, you’re not like the other kooks, Y/N.”

I couldn’t help but laugh, shaking my head slightly. “God, I hope not,” I replied, a hint of teasing in my voice. I glanced sideways at him, my knees still tucked close to my chest. “Is this your way of saying I’m special or something?”

JJ chuckled, the sound low and rough. He looked away for a moment, eyes on the horizon, before returning his gaze to mine.

“Maybe,” he responded, his voice quiet but serious. “There’s something about you that… You don’t hold yourself above everyone else just because you’re a kook.”

He paused, then added with a hint of a smile, “And you’re not as stuck up as the other girls.”

I rolled my eyes, trying to hide the way his words made my heart flutter. “Wow, praise upon praise,” I drawled. “Be careful, Maybank. You’re beginning to sound like you might actually like me.”

JJ chuckled again, a smirk playing at his lips. “Maybe I do,” he said simply, looking at me through the corner of his eye.

The admission was casual, yet it hung heavy in the air between us. I tried to laugh it off, but the way my heart was racing betrayed me. “Yeah, right,” I retorted, my voice a little breathless.

I looked out towards the ocean, my heart thudding in my chest. The water stretched out before us, endless and unforgiving, mirroring the turmoil inside me.

“I doubt you do,” I replied softly, my voice laced with a hint of vulnerability. “Being with me can be hard.” I shifted my gaze back to him, willing him to understand. “I'm not an easy person to love, JJ Maybank.”

JJ's smirk faded, replaced by a more serious expression. He studied my face, taking in the guardedness in my eyes and the tension in my body. He was silent for a moment, then spoke.

“You think I care about easy?” he asked, his voice soft. “You think I’m here for a quick fling, to get my kicks and move on?” He leaned a little closer, his gaze never leaving mine. “You’re worth the hard, Y/N.”

I kept my gaze fixed on the ocean, my heart clenching in my chest. I’d heard those words before, from boys who promised the world and delivered nothing.

“It's what they all say,” I echoed, my voice a sigh.

But then, JJ’s hand gently touched my chin, turning my face towards him. His eyes were intense, sincere. “I’m serious,” he repeated, his voice firm. “I might be a Pogue, but I’m not like the others you’ve been with.”

I searched his eyes, looking for any sign of deception, but all I saw was a rawness I wasn’t used to. He meant it. He wasn’t just offering empty words to get what he wanted.

My throat felt tight, the vulnerability of the moment almost too much to bear. “How can you be so sure?” I managed to whisper.

JJ’s thumb traced the line of my jaw gently, his touch sending a shiver down my spine. “Because I actually know you, Y/N,” he replied, his voice still low, still intense. “I know you’re not just some kook princess. You’re more than that.”

His eyes held mine captive, his gaze unwavering. “And I know me,” he continued. “I know I don’t do bullshit. I say what I mean, and I mean what I say.”

His touch was surprisingly tender, the rough pads of his fingers gentle on my jaw. “And because I know I want you,” he said, his voice rough with emotion. “All of you, not just the parts you show to everyone else. I see you, Y/N.”

I couldn’t help it, a small chuckle escaped me as I gave his bare chest a playful push. “You’re so cheesy, Maybank,” I teased, shaking my head at his words.

Despite the teasing, my heart was beating loudly in my chest, the truth in his words affecting me more than I wanted to admit.

I stopped laughing, my heart thudding loudly in my chest. “Is that why you invited me out here?” I asked, a smirk on my lips.

JJ’s hand gently caressed my cheek, his touch sending a shiver down my spine. “Maybe,” he shrugged, his eyes meeting mine before glancing down at my lips.

Then, without warning, he leaned forward and kissed me.

The kiss was different from any kiss I'd experienced before. It wasn't rough, or rushed, or possessive. It was soft, and sweet, and filled with a tenderness that took my breath away.

I brought my hands up to his face, losing myself in the feel of his soft skin under my fingers.

Then, JJ slowly began to lower me back onto the sand, his body hovering above mine. His weight was a comfortable, anchoring presence, and I found myself wanting him even closer.

As he settled over me, his body pressed against mine, I could feel the heat coming off him. His arms were on either side of my head, caging me in, yet I didn’t feel trapped. I felt safe, and desired, and wanted.

He paused for a moment, looking down at me with an expression I hadn’t seen on his face before. His eyes were a mixture of tender and hungry, his gaze lingering on my lips. “You’re beautiful,” he murmured, his thumb tracing the line of my jaw. “You know that?”

I grabbed his shark tooth necklace, pulling him down to meet me, my lips meeting his in a hungry kiss.

“Shut up and kiss me, Maybank,” I said, my voice a whisper against his lips.

His mouth was demanding as it explored mine, his tongue slipping between my lips to deepen the kiss. My hands found their way into his hair, my fingers tangling in the wet locks, pulling him even closer.

JJ groaned softly against my lips, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. His arms moved, wrapping securely around my waist, pulling me against him in a way that made me feel like he never wanted to let me go.

His mouth left mine, trailing a path of soft, warm kisses down my jaw and neck. “God, you taste so good,” he murmured, his voice thick with want. “Been wanting to do this for so long.”

His kisses on my neck made me giggle, the sensation tickling my skin. “Not here, Maybank, you're insane,” I managed to laugh, my voice breathless.

He nuzzled his face in the crook of my neck, his breath warm against my skin. “Why not?” he asked, his lips moving against my collarbone, causing another shudder to run through me. “There's no one around.”

I could feel his hands moving, slipping beneath the fabric of my hoodie, his touch making my skin erupt in goosebumps. “Someone might come...” I protested, though the words sounded weak even to my own ears.

JJ lifted his head to look at me, his eyes dark with desire. “Who's going to come all the way out here this early?” he murmured, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my hip.

I couldn’t find the words to argue. He had a point. The beach was still silent, the only sounds being the faint crash of waves and our ragged breaths.

“But the sand…” I tried weakly, a last attempt at protest.

His lips found my jaw, his tongue tracing a line up to my ear. “I think you’ll survive a little sand, princess,” he whispered, his voice low and rough.

As I wrapped my arms around JJ's neck, pulling him back into a kiss, we were interrupted by the sound of John B's voice.

“JJ, the man I was just looking for,” he announced, followed by a surprised, “oh.” We broke apart, my face blushing as I looked up to find John B standing awkwardly a few feet away.

John B waved casually at me, his brows raised as he looked between JJ and me. “Hey Y/N.” I returned the greeting, my cheeks still red, my heart still racing from the kiss we'd just shared.

“Are you two-?” John B started, but JJ interrupted him before he could finish the question. “What do you want, man?” JJ repeated, his voice impatient as he looked at John B expectantly.

John B chuckled, shaking his head slightly as if amused, yet his eyes narrowed with a hint of skepticism as he looked at JJ and me. “Well, I texted you but you never responded,” he stated, his tone a little sly. “Didn’t know you were that busy.”

JJ ran a hand through his hair, his expression clearly annoyed at being interrupted. “Yeah, was a little busy,” he retorted, the irritation in his voice mirroring the heat in his eyes.

I sat up, running a hand through my hair to try and smooth out the tangles. JJ grumbled slightly as he sat up as well, his expression less than pleased. The interruption had clearly ruined the moment.

“Well, sorry to ruin whatever this is,” John B continued, a hint of a smirk on his face, “but we got that important thing we gotta do, remember?”

JJ ran a hand over his face, his frustration clear. “Yeah, yeah, I remember,” he muttered. He seemed torn between annoyance and resignation, his eyes flickering over to me for a moment before returning to John B.

I pushed myself up into a standing position, dusting the sand off my clothes. “I should head back home, then,” I said, my voice quiet. The moment had been shattered, and I felt a pang of disappointment.

JJ stood up as well, his hands shoved into his pockets. “You don’t have to go,” he said, his voice low, almost pleading.

My hand reached out, touching his cheek lightly, my touch soft and lingering. “You take care of what you have to then we’ll talk after,” I whispered, a small smile on my lips.

His expression softened at my touch, some of the irritation in his eyes replaced by something vulnerable. He nodded, his own hand moving to cover mine, holding it against his skin. “Yeah,” he breathed. “Yeah, we’ll talk after.”

I pecked his lips, a brief, tender moment. Then, I turned to John B, forcing a smile. “Nice seeing ya, John B,” I managed to say as I walked past him towards my car.

John B lifted his hand in a small wave, a knowing look in his eyes. He wasn’t stupid. He saw the exchange between JJ and me.

As I neared my car, I couldn’t help but overhear John B's words. “Dude, you’re boning y/n L/N?!” his voice carried over the quiet morning air.

I could hear JJ's impatient response as he grabbed his surf board. “Well, we were about to get to that part before you interrupted,” he retorted.

I had to stifle a smile, my cheeks heating up at his words. I got into my car, the sound of their voices fading away.

I caught sight of JJ as I was about to pull out. He was strapping his surf board to the top of John B’s van, Twinkie. When he spotted me, he paused for a moment, shooting me a small wave.

I returned the wave, the gesture small but significant. It was a silent agreement that we would talk later. And as I pulled out of the lot, I couldn’t help but glance in the rearview mirror, seeing him watch me go.

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