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usetheeauthor · 2 years ago

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Everything Has Changed

Pairings: Christian!Switch!Topper Thornton x Switch!Pook!Reader, Hinted!JJ Mayback x Reader

ANGST/SMUT (18+ MDNI)

Summary: It’s been 2 years since you and Topper broke up. Coming from a strict religious household, Topper was convinced that you weren’t right for him. Fate brings you two together once again when a storm causes you to be locked in together.

Word Count: 4.6k+

Warnings: angst, arguing, blasphemy, using rosary as a bondage device, oral sex (m & f receiving), unprotected p in v, nipple licking, scratching, spit kink, dom/sub, daddy kink, ‘babygirl’ pet name, cheating, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, breath play, corruption kink, creampie, sharing a bed trope, exes to lovers, hinted!jj x reader

During childhood, you and Topper were close friends. You grew up together despite the differences in personality. He was the reserved type. You were the wild child. Somehow this dynamic worked between you enough that you would officially become a couple at the age of 16.

By that period in life, you began to discover yourself. You couldn’t care for material things. Coming from a affluent family, your parents raised you to be humble and to always help others anyway you could. Your family hadn’t started off wealthy so they understood the importance of helping the community. These humbled ideals allowed you to freely become the person you are now. You were what they call a ‘hippie’. You didn’t care for societal standards, monetary things, or practicing any kind of religion. You were just unapologetically you.

Your free-spirited nature didn’t go over well with the Thornton family. Topper’s parents were always critical of your. Maybe not directly but the signs were there. They’d shoot dirty looks and backhanded compliments at you constantly. You knew they’d always seen your family as less than and you’d bring it up with Topper but he’d simply shrug it off. The boy could be so oblivious.

And yet you and Topper were happy together. Even when you hadn’t been physically intimate with each other, there wasn’t dull moments between you two. You had your differences but you were able to have to have these conversations where you can expand and explore each other’s minds.

Then, Topper let his friends and family get into his head about you. They just couldn’t believe you were the right girl for him, convinced that you were still a pogue at heart. When Topper asked you to renounce your friends who happened to be pogues, you were hurt by this. He never used to care but you knew by then that their influence had gotten to him.

Things really took a turn you both graduated high school and Topper and you had plans to elope but expressed you having to become religious. The pressure become too unbearable for you. No way would you allow yourself to change just for the approval of people who didn’t like you to begin with. Even if it meant that you could marry the one you love.

Before you went away to college, Topper had broken up with you. It hurt but you knew you were from different worlds. You still loved him deeply and he loved you deeply as well but he knew that you would only get bored of this push and shove of being his ‘ideal’ wife.

When he immediately began dating Sarah Cameron, you grew a hatred for him while also feeling a bit inferior to her. She was the right girl for him. Exactly what his parents would’ve wanted for him in the beginning.

You’d gone to college a time after they got together. You were sure by the time you’d arrived back to town, they’d probably made the plans to marry. The plans you’ve once shared and talked about nearly every night when you were together.

Another year had gone by and you were back in town. You’d renounce the lavish and extravagant life of being a Kook choosing a more simple life.

Your old friends invited you to a bonfire tonight in the woods and you could use the distraction. Memories of you and Topper began to flood your mind. You hadn’t seen him in so long. You shouldn’t want to see him at all but your heart still yearned for him. Even if he was your lover, you missed his company as your best friend.

Currently, the 5 of you were walking through the woods, looking for a decent spot to settle.

“Ya’ll ever heard the story of the One-Armed Hook man? Legend has it that he comes out every night at 9:30 to claim his next victims in the woods. Keep an eye out while you can or he’ll just pluck it out with his hook.” JJ teases, jumping in front of you with his finger crooked in the shape of a hook.

You laughed, pushing him out of your way. “Please stop.”

“Yeah, please stop.” Pope says, rolling his eyes.

“You scared?” JJ nudges his shoulder.

“Not in the slightest.”

“Boo.” Kiara whispers from behind Pope, sending him launching in the air with a high-pitched squeal.

The group laughs.

“Oh, I think I’ve found the perfect spot.” John B points ahead of the group.

It was an abandoned campsite area. Although it looked extremely creepy, it was a pretty decent and convenient spot for a bonfire.

“This feels familiar. 5 young adults going on a camping trip. A legend about a serial killer on the loose. You guys sure you’d want to party there?” You nervously, chuckled.

“Awww, you need me to hold your hand?“ John B. pouts at you.

“And risk getting caught by the murderer? No thanks. I’m wayyy faster than you.” You challenged.

“Fuck that. I’m faster than all of you combined.” JJ tops.

“Oh yeah? Should we all run to the campsite and really prove this theory?” You said, arms crossed.

“If you’d like to see yourself lose, then yes.” JJ says stepping up to you.

You feel you breath hitch before quickly composing yourself. “Let’s do this. Everyone get into you positions.”

Everyone lines up beside each other, getting into their running stances. Kiara does the honors. “On your mark…get set…Go!”

Everyone dashed like they’re never before laughing wildly. Every now and then, you’d look over your shoulder when you noticed the group on your tail. When you’d finally reached the campsite first, you began to gloat at the group who were all panting in front of you.

You walked up to JJ who hands rested on his knees as he exhaled heavy breaths. “Told you I’d win.”

“Never challenge a track star for a playful run.” He jokes.

The leaves rustle in the shrubs behind you and the group gains their composure to stare, angrily at the intruders. You turned around and it feels as if everything were in slow motion.

After so long, Topper was right there in front of you. His face just as surprised as yours. Accompanying him was his group who also shoot angry looks back at you and your friends.

“What are you pogues doing here?” Rafe asks.

“We were here first.” JJ says.

Kelce steps up to him. “Say who?”

“We aren’t going anywhere.” Kiara says, crossing her arms.

“Guys, no need for the hostility, okay? Can’t we just share the campsite? It won’t be so bad.” You suggested.

“Not happening.” Rafe scowls.

“It’s fine, Rafe. It’s just for the night.” Topper speaks up, eyes on you.

The air is tense. No one says a word. Sarah steps into the middle and clears her throat. “So, are we gonna start up this fire? I’m dying for a smore.”You understood and appreciated that she was trying to relieve the tension in the air.

JJ sighs, making his way to the pit. “Guess I’ll start on the fire.”

“You won’t be in charge of the fire. I don’t trust you not to burn us all alive.” Kelce follows after him and soon the group disbands preparing the items for the bonfire.

You tried your hardest to ignore Topper’s presence. Though there were moments where you’d glance over your shoulder only to see that he was looking at you too, forcing each other to quickly look away.

After the fire had begun, you all sat around in a circle talking amongst your separate groups. Kiara pulls out a joint for you all to share amongst each other. You were all high and soon the conversation within your group became loud enough to annoy the Kooks.

“Hey! Keep it down, assholes.” Rafe calls out.

“Sorry. We interrupting your church fellowship service or something?” JJ comments and your friends laugh except you. Your gaze falls on Topper who looked like his patience was running thin.

“We’ll keep it down, okay?” You diffused the situation, turning back to your group. “We were being a bit loud, J. You gotta admit.”

“It was only teasing.” JJ laughs, leaning against you in a playful manner urging you to laugh.

“Yeah, I guess but we don’t need anymore fights going on.”

From a distance, you hadn’t noticed that Topper had been watching you and JJ closely. Topper’s hands would ball into a fist whenever JJ would brush himself up against you or whenever he’s make you giggle uncontrollably. You clearly had a thing for him. You probably would have sex with him. Topper immediately pushes that thought out of his head. Just entertaining the thought of you fucking someone else made him mad enough to feel sick.

He rises from his seat, knocking some beer cans to the ground. The sound was audible enough to have everyone look at him including you. He looks hard between you and JJ then mutters something to his group about finding a bathroom then walks in the direction of the camp cabins.

Something urged you to go after him. Kiara sees the look on your face then sighs, “You’d like to go after him, don’t you?”

You nod, bashfully.

“Go on,” She says clearly not wanting you to but understood that you needed this. “I’ll cover for you.”

“Thanks, Kie.” You whispered, squeezing her hand.

You after in his direction, searching for him. It didn’t take long to find him drinking a beer alone under the moonlight.

“Hey.” You called out.

He turns to look at you and says a quiet, “Hey.”

“Why’d you leave? If we were bothering you that much you could said something but my friends and I are just having fun.” You scoffed.

“It’s not that.”

“Then what’s wrong? Is it me? You still hate me that much.”

“I never said I hated you.”

“I can see it in your face. All night you were looking at me as if I were the last person you wanted to see.”

“That’s just you overthinking. You have no clue about me.”

“Then, please enlighten me, Top. Why do you look at me like I’m a stranger? We used to be best friends and now everything’s changed. You listened to everyone but me knowing that your friends never liked me.”

“Could you blame ‘em? You weren’t always easy to be around.”

“Because I called them out on their shit! For being privileged assholes. Ya know what, I don’t even know what possessed me to come over her and comfort you. I’m out of here.”

As if on cue, the sky began to roar the arrival of a storm. Small droplets of water begin to trickle down on your face. You both looked up at the sky, the rain gradually picking up until it poured down with a newfound ferocity and the winds swirled around you.

“Shit. Let’s head inside.” Topper says, grabbing you arm but you resist.

“What about our friends? We have to go back.” You shout over the loud showers.

“It’s too dangerous. We can hardly see anything. They’ll be fine. They can take shelter in a nearby cabin. Now let’s go!” He tugs your arm again and you reluctantly follow his lead, entering the cabin nearest to you.

You were cold and wet, shivering and squeezing your arms around you. Topper notices this taking a blanket of a cabin bed.

“Here.” He extends.

You’re hesitant but you take it anyway, putting it around your shoulders then sitting at the bottom bunk bed. His eyes linger on you for a moment. If it weren’t for the moonlight shining through the window, you wouldn’t have noticed the blush that creeped up on his cheeks.

When you looked down at yourself, you realized exactly what he saw. You weren’t wearing a bra and nipples were hard and prominent through your white tank top.

You blushed, too, quickly covering up.

He clears his throat. “I tried to make a phone call. No signal.”

You laughed to yourself. Topper looks at you, confused. You sighed, realizing you’d have to explain your laughter which means having to talk to him. “It’s just that earlier I made a horror movie joke and the ‘not signal’ thing just adds layers to it.”

He looks at you straight-faced.

“Well, you had to be there to get it.” You grumbled to yourself.

Staring through the window, he scans the campsite. “It looks like we’ll be in here awhile. If we only had some stones we could’ve sparked a flame and build a fire in that fireplace.”

You pull out a lighter from your jean’s pocket, holding it out. “No need for those, boy scout. I got it covered.”

He rolls his eyes at your nickname. Taking the lighter, he crouched down near the fireplace and ran the lighter over the log. It caught enough of the flame to catch fire and in an instant the blue dimmed room was now orange with the flame’s light. The sounds of the crackling was therapeutic.

Topper lets out an air of relief, outstretching his hands to the fire before standing up once again. “That’ll keep us warm for now. Hopefully our clothes will dry if we sit by the fire.”

You don’t budge, still seated on the edge of the bed. You rather not be near him right now.

“Thought you said you were cold.”

“I’m fine.” You say in a biting tone.

He throws his hands up. “Now you’re pissed at me.”

“How could I not be? You told me I wasn’t easy to be around. Well, fuck you, your friends, and your family. I’m fine not being anyone’s cup of tea. I’m fucking liberated. Know why? Because I don’t hide who I am regardless if people like me or not.”

“I’m plenty true to myself. That’s why our break up had to happen. We just live in two different worlds.”

“It never matter when we were friends. Why did it matter when we were together?”

“Because I wasn’t sure if you were stable enough to be in my life. You’re so much more fun, free, you live life however and it makes you happy. You’d get bored with me and probably leave me if we were together. I needed something serious. I only did us a favor breaking up.”

You blinked at his confession. So he broke up with you because he felt like you were noncommittal?

“How dare you or anyone assume that about me? How dare especially fucking you? You knew me more than anyone. I loved you. You fucking dickhead.”

“Oh, please,” He throws his hands up in the air, turning his back to you. “It’s not like you missed me or anything. You and JJ seem like you’re having fun.”

You smirk at the thought of him still being jealous seeing you with other guys. He still wanted you just as badly as you wanted him. He was just too stubborn to make the move. So you decided to take the lead.

“You’re right. I don’t miss you,” You slowly walk up behind him. “In fact, I don’t miss much about you at all…but if I can say a few things that I miss—and there are very few in numbers—I miss those stupid preppy clothes you wear.”

You pressed your breasts into his back, hooking a single finger under the hem of his shirt and slowly lifting it to expose his stomach. “I hated your clothes so much I used to dream about tearing them off your body.”

Your fingertips touch the bare skin on his stomach. His breathing is heavy and irregular. “I miss the way your lips parted and the sounds you’d make when I made you feel good. We couldn’t do much back then but the moments when you’d let me tongue kiss you. I used to savor it. I’d suck on your tongue as if it were your cock, trying to taste everything.”

“Y/N, please,” Topper whispers, eyes fluttering just to bask in your words.

“I miss your hands. I remember that one time you let me suck of your fingers into my mouth. Just curious teenager activity. You got so hard that day. You begged me to stop just as I was getting started. Ended up going home and playing with myself, imagining my fingers were yours inside me.”

He groans, biting his lip and eyes still squeezed shut. If you continued, he was sure he’d cum in his pants. He was rendered helpless, unable to speak up and stop your continual tease.

“I missed your skin on mine. You used to feel so soft against me,” You nuzzled your face into his clothed back which was only slightly wet with rain. You kissed his shoulder blade. “I want to feel that warmth again.”

Topper could feel his member wanting to jump out of its restraints, begging to be touched by you.

“But the one thing I missed the most…the one thing I’ve dreamt to feel inside m….,” You walk around him, now facing his front. You lower yourself on your knees, looking up at him. Your hands creeping upward under the pant leg of his khaki shorts. “I miss your big. hard. Cock.”

You grip his erection, a gasp slips from his lips. You’re mentally measuring the outline of it in your hand. “I want it so bad, Top. I’m so wet just seeing it through your stupid khaki shorts. I want to suck you off and make you cum in mouth. Please let me have just a taste. I swear we won’t have to do anything.”

“Fuck, Y/N. You don’t know how hard you just made me just now.”

“Oh, I feel it.” You squeeze around him.

“I want you. I fucking regret the times when I stop us from going all the way. Sex doesn’t feel like it should. I’ve always craved you. Even after 2 years, all I ever thought about was having you.”

“You have me now.” You undo his pants, pulling them down along with his boxers and his cock jumps out erect and attentive, a bead precum on the tip.

Taking it in your hand, you can barely wrap your fingers around him. His length was beautifully veiny and thick, the pink tip swelled. You lay your tongue flat on the head before giving it a long lick.

He hisses, running his hands through his hair to keep himself from being too lightheaded. You take him your two hands forcing him down your throat over and over.

Topper moaned and whined, face contorted in absolute bliss. His hands would move your hair that would fall over your face from your feverish bobbing.

“Babygirl…” His thumbs caresses your cheek.

The sound of gagging bounced of the walls of the once silent room. You stare intensely in his eyes slurping the excessive saliva around his cock. He groans and you know he’ll cum soon. Clutching his testicles,you shake them in your hand and gagged at him hitting the back of your throat. Then, he stilled, erupting load after load into your awaiting mouth and down your tummy. You moaned at the taste of him satisfied that you finally had your first taste.

Removing your mouth from him, you jerk him in your hands. He’s sensitive but willing to take the pain hoping to make up for lost time with you.

“I’ve got to taste you, too.” He lifts you off the ground into his arms, carrying you to the bottom bunk and laying you on your back. He kneels on the ground in front of you, pulling off your jeans and panties in record speed.

“Give me the rosary around your neck.”

He wanted to protest. You saw it in his face. But instead of calling it off, he removes the necklace and hands it over. You grab his wrists, tying it around them.

You lay back once again, bending your legs up and spreading them enough for full access. You tug on his hair, forcing his face forward and his mouth immediately gets to work. “I love watching that pretty mouth taste me. Can’t wait to kiss your lips for the first time in so long.”

He moans into pussy, causing your back to arched of the bed. You grip both sides of his head, digging your nails into his neck and gliding your wet heat over his flickering tongue.

“You taste damn good, babygirl.” Topper whispers against you before slurping up yet another flood of your juices. His uses the tip of his nose to brush over your clit repeatedly, looking you in your the way you did when you tasted him. Now he was ready to watch the soul sucked from your body. Alternating between flicking and rolling your clit between your tongue, when he felt like you were finally close enough, he sucks hard on your clit and you convulse underneath him.

“Holy fucking shit!” You squeal, your pussy throbbed and clenched around nothing. You ooze out your slick from your tight hole, a bit of liquid gushed after the quaking aftershocks.

You tug at his hair again, pulling him away from your quivering core just as he began greedily lapping away at your clit passed the point of oversensitivity.

He licks around his lips, blue eyes darker than ever. You stand up, guiding him so that he can lay on his back in the bed. You removed your tank top, your harden nipples standing even more erect at the sight of him licking his lips. You hover yourself over his lap, lifting his wrists above his head. Taking the thick length beneath you, you lined it up with your entrance and immediately slammed down afraid that if you hadn’t taken it any moment then your time would be interrupted.

You don’t need to adjust to his size. You were so slick around him, you immediately began to bounce hard on his cock. Topper chokes out on moans until he fully lets them out loud and clear.

You went wildly so drunk off his dick that all you do was roll your eyes in the back of your head and babble nonsense.

“Gah, you’re so fucking good, Top. Love fucking you.”

Topper shifts one leg off the bed, planting a foot on the ground. He uses the new leverage to thrust up into you, his thrusts much more forceful. Soon, he was doing more of the work while you just bounce from the force of his strokes.

You bring your hands to his bound wrists, entangling your fingers with his while grinding down on his cock. He could easily break the necklace, you knew he wouldn’t because he didn’t want to break the sacred item. Part of you hoped that he chose not to break it because he secretly wished to be corrupted by you. His tip nudges a sweet spot against you and you feel more wetness shoot out of you, soaking his lap.

“Kiss me. Need to feel your lips.” He begs.

You press your lips to his and he all but sobs into the kiss grateful for the action. You get back into the old habit of taking his tongue into your mouth sucking at it and bobbing on it like you would to his cock. He just holds out his tongue for you to do as you wish. You gather his taste into your mouth, sucking on his saliva as if it would quench your thirst. You were hungry for him so much so that your skin was on fire.

You break the salivating kiss, removing the rosary around his wrists. He takes advantage of the opportunity, using his large hands to grip your ass and force you down on his cock. You wrap your arms around him, kissing up and down his neck.

He flips you over so fast it give you whiplash. He was now on top still penetrating you, only this time his fast and shallow thrusts were now slow, deep, long strokes. He wanted to make sure you felt every part of him sliding into you.

He takes a nipple into his mouth then flicks his tongue over it, watching you shiver.

“You don’t miss me, huh?” He teases. “That’s not what your body’s telling me. Look how eager your pussy is swallowing me. Got you squirting all over the place.” He puts his hands on the back of your knees, pressing your legs against the bed to go deeper into you while his mouth finds the expose skin of your neck. The mix of his mouth sucking at your sensitive throat and the deep thrusts sent you in pleasure overload. Your toes curling and eyes fluttering.

“Rub that clit for me, babygirl.”

“Yes, daddy.” You mewled, circling frantically at it.

“God, that pussy’s so creamy. You’re about to make another mess baby. Go on and make a mess.” He encourages.

The tighten coil snaps within you and eruption so large it felt too make believe to be this good. You were like a broken record of moans, your body moving in waves at the sensation. Topper hits into you hard one time and stills, coating your pulsating walls in his essence.

Topper places a passionate kiss on your lips, tongues lick at one another’s. He finally peels his body of you. Your sweaty bodies pressed extremely close from the tiny twin bed. You curl up to his side and he wraps an arm around you.

“That’s what we’ve been missing out on. Now I really hate myself.” He chuckles.

“I’ve never had sex that good.”

“E-even with JJ?”

“Me and JJ have never…We’re like really good friends. He doesn’t like me that way.”

Topper shrugs. “You’re mine. I won’t make the mistake of letting you go. Not again. Fuck what anyone says.”

“What about Sarah?”

“She’s check out on the relationship. I don’t blame her. So have I. I couldn’t bring myself to care for her when all I wanted was you.”

“So what does this mean for us? Are we going to try again this time?”

“Yes, I want to.”

“Me too.” You smile up him before hugging close to his chest.

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The storm had cleared up in the morning and when you and Topper left the cabins, you noticed your friends making their way over to you guys.

You ran up to your friends, all of you were asking questions concerned for one another. The groups gotten broken up by random. Although it wasn’t a surprise for you when you found that John B and Sarah had found a cabin for their own to share.

Topper and you agreed that you would break the news to your friends separately so it wouldn’t cause a whole thing between the pogues and the kooks.

While the pogues busied yourselves with packing up your things into the van, JJ slowly approached you. A look of determination yet sadness on his face.

“Something the matter, JJ?” You inquired.

“I know you and Topper are starting your thing up again. I caught the energy between you two. I just gotta know…what can I do to make you want me more?

“W-what?” You eyes widened.

“I wanna know how to be the kind of man you want?”

“JJ, I….” You whispered.

He whispers in your ear. “If you want me to fuck you better than him, I can and I will.”

He looks you up and down before walking away as if he didn’t just cause a whole flood between your legs. Your love life just got extremely complicated.

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pm-my-hubbies · 5 years ago

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That ending, ah ah! I need a part two NEOW

Attention - JJ Maybank

Note: I have fallen down another rabbit hole. This will be multiple parts but Money Moves is still the main WIP. Feedback is always appreciated, thank you and enjoy!

There was nothing that delighted you more than shutting yourself up in your room with a good book and an open window that allowed the sounds of the ocean to accompany you into the fresh pages. The words allowed an escape from reality that you knew you’d never get otherwise.

The Outer Banks was a pretty cool place if one was only staying for the summer, but growing up there was a little different. There was nothing appealing about coming up poor as hell in a vacation destination, and poor as hell was exactly what you were.

Your home on the Cut wasn’t anything spectacular but your family managed to have a pretty great life despite the circumstances. Both of your parents and your older brother worked on boats while you stayed home and watched over the family pets: Jack the black and tan German Shepherd and Bro the big, grey house cat.

Education was important to you and you’d tried your best every year to make perfect attendance. Graduating high school was bittersweet because you were the first person in your family to do it, but didn’t have enough money to attend college and couldn’t get financial aide.

“There is nothing wrong with the grind,” your older brother clapped you on the back as he dropped you off at your first day of work at The Wreck, “have a good day, kid.”

That first shift was when you met the boss’s daughter, Kiara, and made the first legitimate friend you’d had since your early teen years. As the months wore on, the two of you became closer and she wanted to bring you out to meet the rest of her friends.

“Come on, have you ever even been to the boneyard?”

“No,” you busied yourself wiping a table, “and I don’t care to go. I’m cool here, Kie.”

“You’re cool staying home in your room until you need to come here and then when you leave here you go directly home. You’re cool staying as comfortable as possible.”

“Yes.”

“Listen, you’re a pogue, you’ve always been one and I just met you a few months ago. You need to get out more.”

“Why,” you scoffed, tossing the wet rag over your shoulder and grabbing the dirty plates from the table you were cleaning.

“Because you’re 22 years old and you desperately need to get laid,” Kie smirked as she spoke and tossed her own rag at you, “please come out tonight. Do me this solid and if you hate it I’ll never bother you again.”

Kiara had run away from you almost an hour ago claiming she’d ‘be right back’ and the sun was starting to set. You wandered around down by the waves and wished you had never agreed to attending this party.

“Hey,” a tall, curly haired brunette came running up and wrapped his arm around your shoulder, “you’re the girl Kie invited from work, right?”

You shrugged off his arm, earning a soft laugh from him, and introducing yourself properly.

“It’s good to meet you, I’m John B.”

“Nice to make your acquaintance, John B.”

“Oh shit,” he stepped back and gave you a strange look, “I know you. Kildare Local, right? You’re an actual pogue!”

“Guilty,” you bowed your head slightly, “but I don’t get out much.”

“Until today,” he smiled and pulled you into him, “you down to grab a beer and meet the rest of our friends?”

“Sure,” skepticism was creeping in but John B gave off pretty chill vibes so you went with it, “lead the way.”

John B guided you up the beach with his arm still wrapped around your shoulders as he described his friends to you. When the two of you finally reached one of the small fires burning in the boneyard, everyone in the small circle began to cheer.

“Kiara,” he pulled you in a little closer, “I think you brought this one out tonight, care to introduce her to the crew?”

Kie stood up from her spot and ran over to the two of you, pushing John B away and wrapping you up in a tight hug.

“So, you’ve met our heroic leader already,” she nodded toward John B, “but I want you to get to know the rest of us.”

She started with Sarah, the gorgeous blonde who had been dating John B for years. Sarah was kind and welcoming, giving you a big hug and pulling you into the seat beside her.

Pope was next. The man had always been the brain of the group and had passed up college to strengthen his family business, which he did. You knew it, the Hayward Company had done great things for the OBX, but it was nice to meet him anyway.

JJ was the last person John B and Kie introduced you to. They didn’t say much about his past, but you got the feeling that it wasn’t great and you weren’t going to press it.

“Hi, JJ, it’s nice to meet you.”

You extended your hand in hopes that he would shake it and everything would be cool. JJ narrowed his eyes at you before breaking into a big smile.

“Kildare local, I fucking know you!

“You do, you all do. Pogues for life, I guess.”

The group raised their beers and howled about loyalty before throwing them back. You did the same but when you dropped your cup, your eyes beelined to the blue eyed blonde with too many abs that you’d tried to forget about when you graduated.

You never said a word to him until today, but JJ Maybank had been on your radar for years.

#outer banks #obx #jj maybank #jj mayback x reader #jj maybank obx #john b #john b routledge #kiara outer banks #rudy pankow #cody christian

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