#Couldn't tell if I was sunburnt or blushing the whole time

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🥰 She said I looked hot. 🥰

I said she looked very pretty and beautiful

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Jellyfish || JJ. Maybank

Summary: JJ and Y/N have been surfing partners since they first met one night at the beach. One day when she gets stung by a jellyfish, JJ finds ways to take her mind off the pain.

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W. Count: 3 k. (oops)

Authors Note: So this is the second story on my account. Sorry if I overdid it, I just couldn’t get out of the flow.

Pairing: JJ x reader

Warnings: language, underage drinking, smoking, mentions of stinging.

**I do not own this gif. Credit to owner.**

The scorching heat beat down on her sunkissed shoulder as her body slightly bobbed in the water after resurfacing from it's freezing clutches. With her arm flung over her surfboard's wet surface, she wiped the salty water from her red-ringed eyes, the stinging sensation being just as bothersome as the blazing sun above her. A storm had just passed over the Outer Banks meaning the waves were higher than ever, and she just couldn't resist sitting in her house all day. She had just finished surfing a wake that eventually swallowed her whole and hurdled her dainty body into the water. After recovering from the intense wave, she used the bit of her strength to climb back on the board, letting her legs quickly wrap around the slick surface before she could tip over again. Feeling the water slightly shift, she kept a tight grip on the smooth-edged of her board, begging for the current to still just for a moment to catch her breath.

Her cautious eyes sunk in the scenery before her and took a deep breath in to let the salty air fill her senses. The tranquil, serene moment was destroyed by the dramatic splashing to get her attention. She squeezed her eyes shut, hoping to savor the moment of bliss a bit longer before her surfing partner could ruin the moment.

Stomach pressed against his board, JJ's wet tones muscles pulled through the water to glide by her side, a cheeky smile coloring his beautiful porcelain face that she admired more than she let on. She continued to observe the boy, and it appeared he had wet his whole body first before joining her. His contoured face was shining with water droplets; his blonde hair slicked back with his cerulean eyes practically glowed under the sun. She swallowed thickly and shot a glance to his tanned athletic body that was set on display as he sat up on his blue surfboard, his ring clad finger tapping on the surface, waiting for the girl to acknowledge his presence.

Y/n had lived on the Outer Banks long enough to know the kind of boy JJ was. A kleptomaniac, who couldn't stand an hour without so much as pulling out a joint rolled by himself or a beer. She had seen him around the island along with his fellow pogues who seemed friendly for the most part, but she kept to herself and only associated with the kooks. They weren't her prototypical choice of friends, but it kept her busy when she wasn't out on the water.

Her first encounter with the Maybank boy was at midnight when the overcast of the obsidian sky staged the full silver moon as it pulled its waves to about eight feet, and she couldn't hold herself back. It seemed she wasn't the only one out that night, and with the dim light from the moon, she mistook the boy for a shark and kicked him in the face. She apologized profusely and begged to let her buy him dinner.

Nevertheless, it had been typical for them to meet out on the water, and eventually, he earned the spot of her surfing companion. She was aware of his reputation with girls and made sure to make it clear to JJ that their relationship was strictly platonic. But telling JJ not to flirt was like telling him to stop drinking, which was nearly impossible.

The clearing of his throat brought her from her trance, and her eyes met him momentarily before glowering, causing his eyes to widen at the sudden change in her expression. "Seriously, I breathe, and you're already mad at me." JJ was appalled as he watched her pull a wet strand of hair away from her high bronzed cheekbone, which was slightly turning an irritable red from lack of sunscreen. "No, 'hello JJ, how was your morning on the HMS pogue? Catch any fish?'"

She only stared at the boy, a dull expression etched on your features, assuring him she wasn't in the mood for his antics. She had been their half an hour per JJ's request, and all the while he was fishing. She curls her orange painted fingertips and scoops water to toss a splash toward the boy beside her, her board slightly shifting with the sudden attack. "You're late." she huffed, her tone stern to show him that she was bothered by his lack of presence.

"I actually did catch a lot of fish today," JJ mumbled with a static tone of sass as he picked at his nails and let the water she had thrown drip down his contoured jawline.

She shook her head and shrugged, "I didn't ask." she stated flatly.

"Pretty big ones too. John B was jealous."

"That's fascinating, JJ."

JJ sensed her hateful tone and snapped his attention to the girl beside him, watching as she swings her leg gently in the water, picking at the washed-out paint on her board with her index finger. "You know what I think?" JJ groaned as he reached over, hooking his calloused ring clad hand under her knee pit and forcing her closer to him before her hands immediately grasped onto her board's smooth edges. The girl let out a yelp as she had already warmed the upper half of her body and wasn't looking forward to falling into the frigid water. Her glare went unnoticed as JJ put up a finger up to silence her. She was utterly surprised and kept her soft sunburnt lips in a fine line. "I think you're just mad because you missed me, and my lack of presence dampened your mood."

JJ's implied pun made his mood brighter as a white, toothy grin touched his lips. As much as she saw this as a platonic relationship, she was always tempted to close the gap between them and press her lips against his. But she refused to fraternize with a boy who liked to sleep around with Tourens. If they ever had a moment, she knew she would end up just like the many many kooks who came to her crying that the famous JJ Maybank left them.

His face was dangerously close to her, his eyes flicking to her lips every second that he was able to praise her figure. He relished the way the sun glowed against her sky blue bathing suit and the rise and fall of her chest as his stare was breaking her from within. The ever-growing smirk was apparent on his lips, seeing the blush that overcame her face as she pulled in her bottom lips between her teeth. Once she found herself getting lost in his gorgeous baby blue eyes, she knew he had her in his clutches.

Taking a deep intake of breath, she narrowed her eyes at the boy. "You see my face JJ?" she inquired quite earnestly, pointing at her face, making the boy quirk a brow in amusement. "This is me straining to care less about what you think."

Pushing away from JJ, who gave the girl a look at her snarky comment, she laid back on her stomach, the frigid water decorating her arms with goosebumps as she paddled toward an incoming wave. JJ saw this as a mental competition and began paddling some ways away to catch up.

The two stayed out on the water for half an hour, catching perfect waves that they both rode flawlessly. If either messed up, they teased each other over form or simply doubled over to erupt with laughter. There came a time when JJ just finished riding a wave, and he crossed his tanned, muscular arms upon his board to relive the stress from his overburdened legs. He floated in place, allowing the tips of his toes to drag against the sand settled under him as he used his rough thumb to thread his index finger's ring. A smile tugged on the corner of his lips as he intently watched the girl he proudly called his surfing partner. A massive point break wave came tumbling toward her at full force, and she surprisingly caught the drift as she stood on her board and quickly surfed through the shimmering blue oblique angle before it swallowed her whole.

It was common for one of them to get devoured by a wave when one attempted to surf it longer than ten seconds. But a tinge of worry stung his chest when she took longer to resurface, and he gradually pushed his board aside, waiting to see the girl pop up when the waves settled. A gasp of air broke through her lungs once she resurfaced and took a deep intake of fresh air. JJ's heart slammed immensely against his ribcage at the sight of the gleaming smile that graced her lips. That was one of the many reasons why he bothered to show up at the beach. No matter how many times he enjoyed pissing her off, her gorgeous, sparkling features always seemed to make way to her structured appearance.

Throwing a fist in the air while her other hand clung to her board, she whooped loudly for herself. "Did you see that!" she proclaimed, pointing to the wave that was previously before them.

JJ clapped his hands in a slow dramatic form, "Perfect form milady. You may just be the best surfer on the island." he spoke in a posh accent, making the girl giggle and shake her head at the boy.

"I already am the best surfer!" she retorted, gawking at the boy for his mistake.

JJ winced at her remark and shook his head disapprovingly. "Yea y/n your ego is up here," with his hand raised high above his board, causing his toned torso to stretch, he slowly lowered it slightly, barely making contact with the slick surface to make his point, "it needs to come down to about this level where reality is princess."

She took both her index and middle finger, haughtily saluting them before flicking him off. The boy's raspy laugh made her features soften with a soft, admiring smile. How could the sound of someone's voice make her this warm? As she kicked her feet in the water to make her way to JJ, who was getting closer to shore, she felt something slimy coil around her calf, and an electrifying jolt of pain shot up her leg, eliciting an earsplitting scream from her lips.

JJ's heart wrenched as the severity of the situation dawned on him. Abandoning his board, he swam at full speed, his tied arms begging him to stop, but he refused. A whimper escaped her quivering lips as a hot tear rolled down her cheek, blending in with the saltwater. JJ reached her side, his breathing heavy from the winded swim. "What happened?" his tone was frantic, desperate to know what made her scream.

"Fucking jellyfish," she groaned in a low tone that laced resentment toward the damn sea creature, her arm struggling her keep her afloat as one of her legs was now too weak to paddle. JJ took notice of her struggling silhouette and quickly snaked his broad arms around her waist and hoisted her atop her board. "Holy hell..." she breathed, staring down at the sight of a red print of a jellyfish tentacle coiling around her calf like a serpent. The stinging sensation throbbed through her whole body and winced at the contact of the board's wet surface.

"Alright, alright, just hold on while I get you to shore." JJ tried keeping his voice steady, seeing the pained expression upon the face he admired. One second she was celebrating with a bright smile, and now she slipped into a state of sheer misery. JJ kicked his feet against the current, pushing t/n on the board toward the shore. She didn't even get the chance to attempt to stand up when JJ coiled his arm around her waist and gently pulled her up to wobble on one foot. She kept a steady grip on his shoulder, her nails digging into his tanned skin with every bounce that sent another strike up her leg. "Coming in for landing," JJ spoke into his shoulder with a static radio sound he made with his teeth.

A week laugh slipped her lips as she sat her bottom against a towel she had laid out before heading to the water. She let out a dissatisfied huff as she hit the material and stretched her stung leg out in front of her. "How you feeling?" JJ asked lowly, afraid if he spoke any louder, she would break. His eyes still clouded with concern, he laid a hand on the small of her back, rubbing soft circles. As soothing as his warm hand felt on her skin, she wished it was on an occasion where she wasn't cursing internally from the pain racking her body.

"Like I just got stung by a jellyfish." she breathed with stoic sarcasm, poking the red marks on her leg.

"No shit," JJ glared his eye down at her, his deep tone matching her sarcastic comment.  

"You know this is your fault," she grumbled silently, not missing JJ's eyes widening immediately and dipping his head to reveal his incredulous expression.

"How the hell is this my fault?" he questioned in a defensive tone, interested to know how she came to the excusatory conclusion.

She snapped her head toward him, her menacing eyes drilling into his sapphire orbs. JJ inched away slightly, jumping at her surprisingly threatening glare. "If you weren't late with your stupid fishing, then we could have left an hour ago, and this would have never happened." she snapped sharply, waving her hands animatedly over her red laced leg.

JJ gesticulated violently with his hands, his brain reeling with her notion. "What, are you gonna blame me for global warming next?" his question was sincere, now wondering what else she would pull out of her sleeve just to blame him. "Did you forget that your amazingly good-looking friend brought you all the way here? You're the one who decided to get yourself stung by a jellyfish."

She gave a feigned pout, toward the boy, her anger rooting from the burning sensation now heating her body from the sting. "I'm sorry, JJ, I just couldn't help myself." she shot back. The whole conversation was laced with sarcasm that neither of them knew how to stop.

JJ stayed knelt down, propped by the tips of his toes that were now plastered with sand. He let out an irritable huff, his blood pressure spiraling upward with the girl's stubborn nature. With her arms propped behind to hold herself upright, her lingering gaze stayed locked with her leg as water trailed down her head from her drenched hair.

JJ was the first to surrender to the overbearing silence that was filled with the crashing of waves on the shore and the obnoxious screeching of seagulls. He pushed himself to his feet and began pulling down on his trunks' waistband before y/n shot her hand out to pause the boy in his questionable actions. "What the hell are you doing?" she asked in puzzlement, almost afraid of his answer as the v-line of his torso was defining more with his lowered red trunks.

"What does it look like I'm doing? I've got to pee--" his explanation was cut short with the frantic shake of her head.

"Absolutely not. Keep that thing in your pants." she refused sternly, averting her eyes to the ocean's skyline ahead of her, watching a far-off boat floating on the water.

JJ clapped a hand over his toned buff chest that was glistening under the sunlight. "You know he's doesn't like to be called thing." he snapped a matter fact nodding toward his crotch.

She scrunched her nose, the lines of her forehead creasing as she looked up to meet his baby blue eyes, hoping that his statement was a joke. "I didn't know your dick had a preference." she flashes a smug look.

"Well, it's just weird if I call him a her." he protested with his reasoning with a shrug of his shoulder that was now reddening.

"It's weird, giving it a name at all, JJ."

"Well, I'm peeing on you anyway."

He continued to pull down on his shorts, and y/n reached up and clasped his wrist to halt his movement. "If you dare pull it out, I will cut it off." she hissed quietly, ignoring the pain shooting up her leg from her abrupt shift.

A sudden prideful smirk made way to JJ's chapped lips as a stifle broke his lungs. "According to Tourens and other kook ladies, it may take you a while to cut considering--."

"Shut the fuck up."

"Woman, would you stop being stubborn and let me pee on your leg!"

"No! Think of something else!"

JJ parted his lips to argue when an idea sprung in his brain. He happily hummed to himself as he made his way along the sand to grab his backpack that he had tossed when he first arrived. Y/n watch him all the while, biting back a laugh with his dramatic movement on his way back to her. He plopped down on the spot next to her and set the bag between his legs. " I have a special concoction made by yours truly that could help your dilemma," he stated proudly, rummaging through his bag, the clinking, and crackling of other items being tossed about as he searched for his said concoction. He had tossed his black button-up toward her in order to make space for vision, and she took it upon herself to slide the shirt over her head, relishing in the familiar scent in which she adored.

JJ didn't realize her wearing his shirt as he lifted his head, or he quite honestly liked it and brushed it off. He lifted his masterpiece of a joint like it was the most precious thing on earth. "You wanna get me high?" she questioned his remedy aloud, but his grin didn't falter.

"It'll get your mind off the pain just until you can care for the sting properly. Since you didn't let me pee on you, this is the next best thing. Trust me." JJ leaned closer to her, and she parted her lips ever so slightly to let him place the join between them. With every movement he made, they kept their eyes locked. Oddly, everything the boy was doing was heating y/n up everywhere. Pushing his hips up, he fished threw his back pocket to pull out his Zippo lighter with his initial's chiseled in the metal.

Y/n let out a soft laugh, "Cute," she commented, keeping the joint between her lips.

JJ passed her wink with a smirk playing on his lips as he flicked the lighter cap open, running his thumb against the clasp to produce a flame and slowing brought it to the end of the joint until it glistened with light. She let in a deep inhale, allowing the weed to lace her throat, and she hummed in satisfaction. She let her head hang back, reveling in the warm sun and the smell of JJ's shirt before breathing out, watching the smoke fill the air above her. JJ watched her intently, his eyes veiling over with pure adoration. He watched her unruly baby hairs stick to the side of her face, and he promptly lifted his swarm hand to pull them away. Y/n tilted her head toward the boy, her eyes already dazing over. He assumed she didn't intake weed well and was already basking in the after effect.

Taking his joint out of her mouth, he took a deep inhale himself before letting a cloud of smoke hover over them. As his eyes fluttered shut, his lashes slightly brushed against his cheekbones. Y/n plucked the joint from his fingers and let the weed fill her lungs once again before laying her head on JJ's warm shoulder, nuzzling her face into the crook of his neck. Her breath fanning against his neck made JJ hum in satisfaction. He tilted his head and met her clouded eyes, already staring up at him in wonder. His eyes flicker down to her lips, licking his own in the process and imagining how she tasted. "Can I kiss you?" his voice was soft and tender as he brought up his hand to cup the back of her neck and rubbed his calloused thumb against her smooth jaw.

A flutter in her chest erupted as she allowed him to brush his nose against hers. Her proclamation of a platonic relationship was now a fleeting memory in the back of her mind. She barely got through nodding when JJ's chapped lips captured her's in a blissful movement. Her lips tasted of sea salt and weed, and he pressed deeper into her lips to try more of her. She never thought this moment would ever occur, but she was now thankful to the jellyfish for bringing her to this spot where JJ's lips worked with her in slow passionate rhythm as if she would crumble in his embrace. But all she felt was safety with JJ Maybank.