#jj x kook!reader

[baocean]

currently thinking of…

jj maybank, who had known you since practically forever. you two had grown up together, him frequently coming over to your house to receive the parently love he didn’t get at home.

jj maybank, who at the ripe age of eight years old had a crush on you, repeatedly telling john b about it as they headed to the water to surf.

jj maybank, who became obsessed to the point of no return from the moment you came back from summer camp that one year. being three inches taller and a new haircut did a lot for you.

jj maybank, who still can’t believe you felt the same way about him. you were actually the one to tell him first. you were fifteen and finally told him after he got jealous after you hung out with pope, just the two of you. “can’t you see i like you?” you yelled at him. he also still can’t believe he was such a dumb kid.

jj maybank, who brought you up in any conversation he possibly could. “oh, yn would love this drink.”, “yn hates that guy.”, “i’m definitely bringing yn here.”

jj maybank, who was madly in love with his girlfriend. never even glancing at another woman, earning a lot of hatred from the girls on the island, but he didn’t care. you were his entire world, always have been.

jj maybank, who had been saving up to buy a ring for years, keeping the money at the chateau under his mattress. he’d known he was going to marry you since the night the two of you were cooking dinner together at the chateau. he looked over at you, singing and swinging along to his playlist as you stirred the sauce, realizing he’d rather die than ever live without you.

jj maybank, who couldn’t wait to propose once he bought it. you were twenty two, freshly out of college and in your apartment you shared with him. you had come home from work, only wanting to lay on the couch with him and decompress. really, he had this whole elaborate, romantic plan. but he saw you sigh and smile when you walked in the door, and immediately was on one knee.

jj maybank, who, a year and a half later, was saying ‘i do’ to the first and only girl he’d ever loved. who would go through his entire shitty, god awful life all over again if it meant that he would always end up with you.

[personapeters]

𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞

— a jj maybank one shot (kook!reader)

✰ jj learns that his girlfriend has never smoked pot before and whenever she said she’s down to try it out, he’s at her service.

rating: sfw — cw: marijuana, suggestive, kissing

“can’t believe you’ve never smoked before,” jj muttered in disbelief as he sprinkled the ground cannabis from between his fingers onto the rolling paper. admittedly, it wasn’t that surprising that a girl like y/n, fresh out of figure eight, hadn’t partaken in any drug before — though it wasn’t too unlikely, either.

“i mean, i’ve thought about it, but i just… i don’t know,” y/n shrugged, watching intently as her boyfriend’s long fingers twisted and turned at the forming blunt in his grasp. jj nodded as he listened, his gaze still latched on the project before him. “that’s okay, baby — first time for everything,” he replied, glancing at her with a soft smile before pulling the blunt to his mouth, wetting it.

“woah, wait, you—you have to lick it?” y/n quickly interjected, sitting forward and watching as jj sat with his tongue idle on the rolling paper, his blue eyes wide at her sudden eruption as he was frozen in place. a moment passed before he realized his awkward stance, closing his mouth with a cough.

“uh, i— yeah, makes it, like, stick… why? worried about germs or somethin’?” he questioned, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “i mean, i—i just didn’t know you had to use spit to do that,” she mumbled, a faint warmth rising to her face as she felt his gaze on her, feeling a subtle embarrassment at her outburst. “y/n,” jj started, a sudden seriousness on his face, “my tongue’s literally been inside your mouth.”

“okay, that’s—,” she began dismissively, but jj was quick to resume. “many times — just swappin’ spit back and forth, you ‘n me,” he stated matter-a-factly, an amused smile on his face as y/n groaned. “stooop,” she pleaded, reaching up a hand in an attempt to cover his mouth, though that couldn’t stop him. “aye, i’m just sayin’,” he quipped, using his free hand to gently hold her smaller one away, “my germs’re already all up in there.”

“okay, i get it,” she laughed along pitifully, pulling her legs underneath her and leaning back into her corner of the couch. “alright, i’m just makin’ sure,” he murmured jokingly, feigning surrender as he finished assembling the joint, plucking the lighter from the coffee table and turning to face her. each item laid flat in either of his palms as he presented them as though they were sacred artifacts.

“these are your holy grail, alright? the yin and yang of life. and if you don’t got a yang, use a toaster — same shit,” he explained simply, to which y/n furrowed her brows. “right…” she muttered, slowly nodding, her eyes flickering between his face and hands. “now i’m not a teacher or anythin’,” the blonde warned, flicking open his lighter and igniting the spliff, “so you just watch and learn, young buck.”

he brought the blunt to his pink lips and inhaled deeply, allowing the substance to marinate in his lungs for a moment before blowing it out the corner of his mouth. “what’s it feel like?” y/n asked curiously, and jj smirked lightly at her innocent question. “different for everyone,” he began with a shrug, taking a quick drag, “but for me? cloud nine, baby.”

“different?” she wondered aloud, feeling her nerves rise at the opened ended statement. “mhm,” jj hummed as he held the smoke in, letting a few seconds pass before tilting his head back and letting it dissipate into the air, “but since you’re a virgin, we’ll start slow — you’ll be fine.” once again, y/n quirked her face at one of the many strange things her boyfriend had to say.

“y’know, like a—like a weed virgin, not a virgin virgin,” jj clarified as though it was needed, and y/n was quick to respond. “no, yeah, i got that,” she muttered quickly, pursing her lips as she silently prayed he would drop the tangent — but of course, he didn’t. “i mean, i know you’re not a virgin virgin ‘cause—,” he rambled, to which she abruptly interjected. “okay, jj, please,” she begged, watching as a small grin crept onto his face.

“alright, mama — your turn,” he spoke enthusiastically while scooting himself closer, the blunt pinched between his ring clad fingers before he held it out for her. “don’t grab the wrong side,” he warned (though he only felt it was necessary because he himself has once grabbed the wrong end, burning his fingers).

“so, i just, like, breathe it in? or…” y/n questioned nervously, having a general idea after watching her boyfriend so many times, though she was virtually clueless. “i mean, yeah, you kinda have to suck it like a straw,” jj advised, his demeanor instantly shifting as a laugh erupted from his lips.

“hah, suck it,” he repeated to himself with a grin, finding himself to be nothing less than absolutely hilarious. “you’re not helping,” y/n murmured, visibly on edge, her boyfriend’s immature joke not helping in the slightest. “sorry, i’m sorry, baby,” he laughed out pitifully, rubbing a comfortingly hand up and down her bare leg, “you good?”

“yeah, i just—i feel like i’m gonna burn myself or like, inhale it down my throat or something,” she explained hurriedly, knowing it sounded insanely ridiculous but they were concerns nonetheless.

“okay, so, first of all, you’re not gonna burn yourself, alright? i’m watchin’ you,” jj reassured, trying his best not to express the humor he’s found in her worries, “and second, only way you’d swallow the shit is if you were trynna suck the soul out if it.”

a laugh escaped y/n’s lips as she shook her head, causing jj to laugh along lightly. “i’m serious,” the blonde insisted with a smile, “you’re fine. look, you want me to hold it for you?”

“yeah, actually,” she agreed, handing the blunt back over to jj and he accepted it with a humored grin. he placed it between his lips, holding it there while he patted the place directly beside him, “come ‘ere.” y/n obliged, shuffling her way across the couch until their thighs were flush together.

“right, so, when you breath in, make sure it’s all the way down, like, to your chest — not just in your mouth,” he instructed, eyeing y/n intently to gauge if she was following along, “make sense?”

“mhm,” she agreed, and jj was content. “you’re probably gonna cough, like, alot but that’s normal, okay? so don’t freak,” he warned, and y/n nodded, almost impatiently, the prefacing explanations only increasing her urge to get the ‘initiation’ process over with already. “yup, gotcha — no freaking,” she clarified.

“alright, you ready?” jj asked with a small smirk on his lips, genuinely excited. y/n nodded once again, tucking her hands under her thighs as she straightened her posture. he took the blunt from his lips before reaching his free hand up to her jaw, gingerly resting it there before instructing, “open.”

she obliged, allowing him to set the spliff on her bottom lip before he lightly pushed up her chin, her lips encasing the tip. “you got it — go slow,” he muttered, crystal blue eyes trained on her mouth as he admired the soft flesh, almost mesmerized by the sight before him. y/n sucked in slowly, feeling the thick, earthy warmth cascade across her tongue before entering her lungs.

“okay, that’s enough,” jj laughed lightly as he pulled the joint from her mouth, watching intently as her brows furrowed, “let it out, baby, don’t choke yourself.” as if on cue, the breath she was holding was forced out by a violent series of coughs, her throat burning as she choked out puffs of white smoke.

“hey, you’re good,” jj coaxed, lightly patting her back with an amused smile. “oh, god,” she choked out with a hand over her mouth, her coughs merging with a laugh, “what the fuck.”

“good shit, baby,” jj praised, taking another lengthy hit before putting the blunt out the full ashtray. “what—we’re done?” y/n questioned, a couple small coughs escaping her lips as she watched him. “you’re done,” jj clarified, leaning back on the couch as he gazed lazily over to her, “just for now — wanna see how you’re feelin’ before you do any more.“

“i feel fine,” she shrugged. “takes a minute — come ‘ere,” jj insisted opening his arms. she leaned to the side, resting her head on his shoulder before he wrapped an arm around her, squeezing her into his chest. the smell of weed was far more potent in the cloth of his tattered shirt, mixed with the distance remnants of his cologne and natural musk — his scent alone always gave her it’s own kind of high.

“how do i know if i’m high?” she muttered. she felt his chest vibrate as he laughed, running a hand down her side and letting it rest on the plush of her thigh before giving it a pat. “don’t think you’re high off one hit, babe,” he informed with a humored, toothy grin. “well how long ‘till i can try again?” she questioned.

“oh, god, i’m ruining you,” jj sighed dramatically, laughing again when y/n playfully hit his chest. “oh whatever,” she rolled her eyes, “i’m just, like, anxious to see what it’s like.”

“i know, baby,” he comforted, running his fingers along her skin, “twenty minutes — that’s all i’m askin’; don’t want you getting sick or anythin’, yeah?” she nodded, admittedly knowing it was a bit excessive to ask, though it was simply the excitement and anticipation of it all.

“what — m’so boring you can’t wait that long?” he teased, looking down at her with pure blue eyes, blonde hair lazily resting across his forehead. “yeah, that’s it,” she teased back, letting out abrupt giggles when his hands suddenly made their way to her sides, poking softly at her ribs before she fell back in a fit of laughter, resting flush against the couch cushion.

“m’just boring you to death, huh?” he joked before pressing a firm kiss to her lips, swallowing her giggles as his hands ran up her torso, resting softly underneath her arms. “mhm,” she hummed happily against his mouth, the pair smiling so hard it was almost impossible to keep their lips together.

he pulled away before resting soft kisses along her jawline, mumbling out a sarcastic, “aw, poor baby,” before gently nipping at her neck, causing her to shriek out in laughter, softly pressing her hands to his shoulders.

“how much longer?” she inquired with a small smirk, deciding to play into the joke just that much further. jj reached into his pocket to retrieve his phone, quickly checking the time. “still got fifteen minutes,” he informed before looking back down at her with a suggestive glint in his eye.

their eyes met and her’s mirrored his own as she bit back a smile before jj feverishly reattached his mouth to hers, chuckling into the kiss when she squealed out giddily, raking her fingers through his disheveled golden locks as he wrapped a hand around the back of her back — that’s one way to pass the time.

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[blueheron15]

Can you do one where the reader has a daddy kink…. (I know I’m sorry) but it’s kook!reader and JJ being all cute and then things start getting spicy? I’m not exactly picky and I know I’m not being very descriptive I’m sorry and if you don’t want to do this I’d completely understand! Have a good day!

proper gentleman

pairing: jj x fem!kook!reader

summary: while talking about your daddy issues with jj, you… get turned on?

warning: daddy kink, cursing, smut

a/n: totally fine with this, i hope you like the direction i took w this anon!!

your mom had won the lawsuit against your piece of shit dad, which is why you were able to live on the kook side of the obx.

but you still returned home every day to a messy house and a drunk mother, passed out on the couch.

until you met jj maybank one night at the boneyard.

shitty and alcoholic parents was one thing you could relate to each other about. although it took him a while to learn to entrust you with his heart, he fell for your beauty and humor right away. he didn’t even care that you were technically a kook.

that wasn’t even the most shocking part of it all. somehow, you had turned to rugged, fuckboy into a lover boy who was completely smitten with you.

so much so, that he refused to let his girl walk to the chateau from the kook academy. with you, he truly wanted to be a proper gentleman. he ditched school a few minutes early to meet you in the parking lot, leaning against his bike, toothpick in his mouth.

“hey.” you mumbled distractedly, approaching him. you were in the blue academy uniform- buttoned up blazer, short plaid skirt, white knee high socks with your mary janes. you let your hair flow free, flipping it back against the slight wind before busying yourself on your phone.

“sup” he jutted his chin out in greeting. as you stood in front of him, he reached out to place a coarse, ringed hand on your hips. the other hand gently grabbed the wrist that was holding your phone, removing it from your line of sight. you leaned into him slightly, dropping your forehead onto his chest as you let out a frustrated groan.

“what’sa matter, baby?” he questioned, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“my dad.” you pouted, tilting your head up. “he’s posting photos of his vacation with his new wife and kids, and my mom is already drunk and going ape shit over it.”

he hummed in acknowledgment. “ah.”

“n’ she’s all like ‘he’s doing it on purpose to make me jealous’ so she told me she won’t be home tonight so she could go out with a man to get back at him and i-“

“hey, hey, hey,” he cooed, raising a hand to cradle your cheek. “i can see your pretty mind goin a million miles a second.”

“because it’s annoying!” you whined. “and of course, throughout all of this, they’re not thinking about how it effects me.” you sighed. “it’s like they don’t even notice me.”

jj shrugged, letting out a breath of understanding. “yea. they’re prolly not thinking bout u. but hey,” he lowered his face so y’all were at eye level, looking lovingly at you. “don’t let that fuck with you, aight? because i, for one, am always thinkin bout my beautiful, special girl. mkay?”

your heart nearly exploded in your chest and your body filled with warmth and your face broke into a cheeky grin. “okay.” you smiled. your lips finally met for a kiss, and of course, his hands wandered a lil down south.

he pecked your mouth, and peppered kisses all across your face while his hands cropped your ass atop of the skirt he found you so sexy in.

he leant in, breath smelling of weed a salt water, whispering “it’s alright, baby. i’ll be your daddy.”

he meant it as a joke, but wasn’t opposed to the way he felt your knees slightly buckle, and your breath hitch. he smirked.

“let’s go, y/n.” he said, backing up suddenly to pat the seat of his bike. “i just realized that i got some important business to attend to.”

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that’s how you found yourself against the wall of your bedroom in your empty house. bouncing up and down on jj’s cock.

your preppy uniform skirt still on, the fabric rubbing deliciously against your clit.

“such a good girl f’me, huh?” jj grunted, meeting your movements by thrusting up into you roughly.

tears dried onto your cheeks as you let out moans. well, more like screams. “y-yes!”

“yes what?”

“yes daddy!”

“mhmm” jj groaned in approval, supporting your weight by digging his nails into the beautiful, jiggling flesh of your ass. “daddy’s taking such good care of you, hm?”

“yes!” you nodded frantically. “s-so good!” you whined, harshly grabbing him by the neck to bring his mouth to your tits.

“this whatcha want, my good girl?”

“p-please daddy.”

he abruptly brought an elbow to pin you against the wall, stopping your movements. you let out a hiccup of protest, but not making a sound instead and giving him sad eyes, knowing you had succumbed completely to his mercy.

he knew it too, by the devilish look on his face. “then my princess is gonna get whatever she wants.” he whispered in earnest.

he brought his tongue to swivel and suck your nipples, and for once, you knew that your daddy was finally going to love on you.

[maybejj]

FRACTURED TIES PART 3

► masterlist◄

social media au, 18+ mdni

pairings: jj x kook!reader, rafe x kook!sofia

warnings: swearing

summary: By the time Charlotte Langley was 24, she was a proud mom of two sons, Rafe and JJ. While the two boys had different dads, that didn’t stop her from raising them together and teaching them that a blended family could still be a family. The two boys grew up inseparable, always looking out for the other. Life was perfect. But when Rafe turned 7 and JJ was barely 5, Charlotte found out she had a fast growing cancer. The death of the boys’ mother sent the town reeling and what use to be a happy blended family was no more. Ward cut off all contact with the Maybanks and Luke followed suit. Without their mother there to bridge the gap, the brothers grew up resenting the other. Now the two brothers constantly face off in Kildare’s motocross races, the one thing they still share from their childhood. It’s also starting to piss Rafe off that JJ keeps eyeing his childhood best friend. Two brothers. One island. Here we go.

Part 4

Notes: this update is so long and i’m sorry if it’s hard to follow! hopefully it’s not too bad. i literally am obsessed with this story and can’t wait to get further into it. please let me know your thoughts/theories/concerns! 🧡

also, the podcast aspect of this story was an idea i got from @zyafics and her amazing stories (hb:l and her f1 smau) please go read them!

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[crookedteethed]

18+ - mdni

ᥫ᭡. kook! jj, who can't keep his dick to himself.

warning: toxic!jj, cheating, public sex (fingering), language

You sighed, watching JJ flirt shamelessly with yet another woman at the Country Club bar. His pearly whites flashed as he leaned in close, whispering something that made her giggle. You rolled your eyes, sipping your martini.

A familiar pang of jealousy twisted in your gut, but you pushed it aside. This was nothing new. JJ had always been a player, even back when you first met him. You'd known exactly what you were getting into.

Still, you couldn't help but wonder why you stayed.

Maybe it was the way his khakis and Polo hugged his athletic frame, or how his cologne lingered tantalizingly whenever he brushed past. Or perhaps it was the thrill of being with someone so desired, knowing you were the one he came home to at the end of the night.

As if sensing your gaze, JJ glanced over and winked. Damn him and that roguish grin. Your anger melted away as he excused himself and sauntered back, sliding onto the barstool beside you.

With a sinister smirk, he leaned in close and whispered, "Did you miss me, gorgeous?" His hand slid up your thigh with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine. Despite your anger, JJ's touch ignited a fire within you that you couldn't resist.

Your mind raced as he brushed the hem of your skirt, reminding you of all the times he had bought you gifts to win you over. But this time, his touch felt like a threat, like a possessive mark left on your body.

"This a cute piece," he taunted, pulling at the fabric possessively,

"Did I buy you this cute little number?"You could feel yourself weakening under his manipulative hold and hated yourself for still wanting him despite everything he had done.

You tried to push away the memories, but they flooded back as his fingers traced patterns on your skin.

"I can tell your side piece over there can't get enough of you," you growled, nodding towards the girl JJ had been cozying up to, who was now frantically scanning the room for him.

"She ain't missing me, she's just craving my dick. I've already had her once--" he says casually, as if it means nothing.

"When?" you interrupt, your jealousy fueling your words. But deep down, you already know the answer and it makes your stomach churn with disgust.

"I don't know." Jay shrugs. " A week or so ago? Two weeks ago, maybe." He casually said, as if it means nothing.

Your blood boils and you feel sick to your stomach.

"You're such a pig," you spit out, unable to contain your disgust any longer. With a heavy heart, you stand up and walk away, unable to bear being near JJ any longer. But of course, he follows behind you, trying to make excuses or apologies that fall on deaf ears.

"Hey, come on, don't be like that," Jay's voice echoes after you, his footsteps pounding against the linoleum floors as he rushes to catch up. "I was just being honest."

You spin around, seething with rage as you lock eyes with him. "Honest? You're supposed to be loyal to me, Jackson, but instead you're out here screwing other women behind my back?" Every word drips with venom as you advance towards him, ready to unleash your pent-up fury.

"Sweetheart, come on." JJ tries to smooth things over in his suave manner, glancing around the deserted hallway before pulling you closer by your hips. "You know I love you, right? You're my everything."

JJ's face may have been a replica of his mother's flawless beauty, but his father's manipulative nature runs through his veins like a toxic poison.

The mere thought of Groff's influence on him ignites a fierce rage within you, intensifying as you feel JJ's hand creeping up your skirt once again--this time his fingers exploring the delicate lace of your panties. You can sense his intent, and it sends shivers down your spine as you struggle to contain the boiling fury inside you.

"You know I wouldn't intentionally hurt you, baby." His words do little to calm the storm brewing inside you as he looks at you with those soft, doe-like eyes--damn him--just as his palm cups your throbbing sex.

A moan escapes your lips as his cool Signant Ring presses against your engorged clit.

"Jay, we can't do this here," you hiss, turning your head to scan for any onlookers.

"Who says we can't?" He counters, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

Your senses are heightened as your eyes dart around, searching for prying eyes or gossiping villagers. The thought of being caught only intensifies the thrill coursing through your veins.

"Jay, please," you mewl, feigning resistance, though your hips betray you by arching closer to his touch. His lips curve into a smirk, knowing how deeply his ministrations affect you. He uses this knowledge ruthlessly as he presses down on your sweet spot with just enough pressure to have your toes curling in your heels.

"No one's looking," he whispers in your ear, his voice low and velvety, just as his fingers slipped beneath the silk of your panties. A shiver ran down your spine at the feeling of his fingertips brushing against your bare skin.

As JayJay's skilled fingers continued their exploration, your mind clouded over with desire. The combination the warmth of the room, and the knowledge that you could be discovered at any moment only served to heighten your arousal. You gripped the wall, desperate for support as sensation after sensation washed over you.

Suddenly, he slipped a single finger inside of you, and you couldn't help but moan louder this time, Smitten by lust, you didn't care. All that mattered was the delicious friction between your legs, the expert way his fingers moved in and out of you, plundering your depths with practiced ease.

As JayJay added a second finger, stretching you open even further, every ounce of resentment and jealousy you harbored vanished into thin air.

The smooth, probing digits hitting all the right spots within you, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through your entire body. All that mattered in that moment was the exquisite sensations building up inside of you, demanding release.

That bitch at the bar, JJ's insufferable bragging about their sexual conquests—none of it mattered anymore. The only thing that mattered was the overwhelming need to come on JayJay's fingers, right there in the dimly lit corridors, far away from prying eyes but close enough to tease with the risk of getting caught.

The silence around you was deafening, broken only by the wet sounds of arousal escaping as Jay fingers pumped faster into your cunt, his blue eyes never leaving your face.

JJ could feel the tight grip of your pulsing pussy around his fingers, a clear indication that you were on the brink of ecstasy. He knows that if he can make you gush and lose control, you will forget about everything else - him, the girl at the bar, and any other thoughts that may have been occupying your mind.

JayJay added a third finger, stretching you deliciously, his thumb circling your clit as he began a relentless assault on your most sensitive spots. The wall behind you felt like the only thing keeping you grounded as your senses swam with lust and need. His gaze bored into yours, his smirk widening as he witnessed the effect he had on you. You were open and vulnerable in more ways than one.

The corridor spun dizzyingly around you, but all you could focus on was the pleasure building up inside you, coiled tighter and tighter as JayJay continued his expert ministrations. Your moans became louder, more desperate, and you didn't care who heard or saw anymore. All that mattered was reaching the peak that was so close yet so far away.

"That's it, baby," he cooed. "Let it all out f'me."

His words sent a shiver down your spine, and you felt yourself teetering on the edge. JayJay's fingers curled inside you, hitting that perfect spot that made you see stars. Your legs trembled, threatening to give out as the pressure built to an almost unbearable level.

"J-JayJay," you gasped, your voice barely above a whisper. "I'm so close…"

He leaned in, his hot breath tickling your ear as he whispered, "Then come for me, sweetheart. Let me feel you fall apart."

That was all it took. With a cry that echoed through the corridor, you came undone around his fingers. Waves of pleasure crashed over you, your body shaking as JayJay worked you through your orgasm. He held you steady, his free arm wrapping around your waist to keep you upright as you rode out the high.

Jay’s lips curled into that devilish smirk—a signature of his, one that both thrilled and infuriated you. His fingers, slick with evidence of your surrender, brushed against your thigh as he slowly retreated, deliberately leaving a trail of heat in their absence. His blue eyes bored into yours, darkened with triumph and something more primal, something that left your knees trembling.

And just like that, JJ had you again in his magnet tar pit trap.

As JJ removed his fingers from your panties and brought them to your lips, coating your mouth in your own juices, savoring the sweet, musky taste of arousal. His eyes locked with yours, a challenge dancing in their depths.

"Taste yourself," he said, his voice low and commanding. Your cheeks flushed red, but the arousal coursing through your veins overpowered any last shreds of modesty.

Slowly, you parted your lips and closed them around his fingers, lapping up every drop of your essence. Your heart pounded in your chest as your tongue swirled around his digits, a sultry dance of your submission and desire.

JJ had treated you like shit, you knew, your friends knew, even JJ himself knew, yet you couldn't help the craving that swelled within you for him—a craving to be claimed, to be marked, to be his in every way that mattered.

as always, reblogs and comments keeps me motivated. 🫶🏾

[pankowblues]

Caught

not proofread

idea from @gh0stsp1d3r

summary - your Rafe's sister dating JJ and get caught

warnings - getting burnt, use of y/n, use of babe

A Pogue and kook together are not something you see every day in outer banks. Aka you and JJ. You're currently at your house and you and JJ are making candles out of the shell's you guys found on the shore this morning.

‘“Are you sure your brother doesn't know I’m here?” Jj says.

“Yes, JJ I’m sure, are you sure the Pogue's don’t know you’re here”

“Yes, babe I'm sure”

“Pass me the lighter I need to light this candle for the wax now”

He passes you the lighter and after I light it we just sit down on my bed, talk, and wait.

“JJ can you pass me that pencil it's right above the candle be careful”

You go back to doing what you were doing until you hear a fucking girly ass scream. And of course, I look up to find JJ holding his wrist most likely trying to cool the burn down.

“JJ, I told you to be careful and also shut up my brother will hear your dumbass!”

And right on cue Rafe walks on

“What was th- what the fuck is this fucking Pogue doing in here!” and goes stomping towards him. But before he does, I grab his shoulders and stop him and give him a look to stop which surprisingly he does.

“‘Y/N/N I swear to go I'll beat his ass if you don't tell me what he is doing here”

“Long story short, me and JJ have been dating for 3 months and before you say anything he treats me perfectly fine and money is not a problem in this relationship and we also have hid it perfectly from you until JJ had to burn himself and well now we're here” making an oops face after I'm done speaking.

“So you've been dating a pogue.”

“No fucking shit did’nt I just say that and theres really no problem with that”

He points to JJ and says “Hey Pogue I swear to god if you do anything to her, I’ll kill you” JJ backs up closer to me with his hands up in surrender. You grab Rafe’s arm and lead him out the door and you shut the door on him but not before he can shout “I’ll talk to you about this later!”. You roll your eyes and walk back to JJ and you two stare at each other and you look down at him holding his wrist and you two burst out laughing from everything. You treat the burn and you two finish making the candles but keeping JJ away from the fire and he leaves that night so it's not too suspicious for the Pogue's. Rafe couldn't be too mad because I am his sister. Now wait until the Pogue's find out…

[bradshawed]

sweets 🍓 — mr. jj maybank and kook!reader sneaking out to see other at the docks bc forbidden lovers 🤞

join the party!

It somehow turned angstier than I was expecting and damn I really took the whole forbidden lovers/romeo and juliet thing to town so this might not be exactly what you requested, but I hope you like it xx

You had a system with rules that were made to be followed. Your family didn’t have the stability that the Cameron’s did nor the wealth and power to control the outcome of a situation so risking your family’s reputation for a boy, nonetheless for a boy like JJ, was simply out of the question. That didn’t mean you didn’t do it anyway though…

The first time you tried to sneak out, your mum caught you..or more so she caught JJ and his infamous bike (that boy lacked any form of subtlety). It was more of a surprise that she willingly let you go, something about how she was much like you when she was younger and if you thought it was worth it, then he must be worth everything. But she didn’t let you both go without the talk and to be careful to not wake up your father. You both stumbled out of the house giggling to yourselves at JJ’s near heart attack.

As the days went on, you were both getting much better at sneaking out and following your system. It all worked perfectly until he decided he wanted you to meet his friends, that’s when the system damn near fell apart.

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to meet them, you did, but you were also increasingly aware at the risk it would bring. You wouldn’t be able to hide that you knew them, none of you could, and that in itself brought its own set of problems. So you did what any normal teenager would do and said fuck it and met them anyway. (There was a reason JJ liked you and trust me, he was well aware of your hidden rebellious streak.)

The third time is when it all fell apart. You snuck out of your window and onto JJ’s bike, wrapping your arms around his waist and snuggling your head into the crook of his neck. It was ridiculous how perfectly your body fit his.

You reached your spot by the docks where you lay next to each other, a mess of limbs, sweet kisses shared between “look at the stars” and “that looks like the Chateau, there..right there, you see it?”

You’d both decided to stay to watch the sunrise before heading back and that was your first mistake.

Driving back, cheesy smiles on your faces, you departed with loving “I’ll see you later’s” and “just one more kiss, please baby” as you finally climbing into your room where your father stood with a disappointed look on his face. It was never meant to be.

You both fought for each other and you tried to get him to see reason but some things you just can’t control, and tears sliding down your face as you departed the island for the last time was one of those.

[baocean]

#undercover

jjmaybank x bestfriend!reader smau series

finished!

since the pogues got home after getting rich off gold, you’ve all moved in together, the business is going well, life is good. you’ve also, gone viral. a few of them become overnight tiktok sensations. you, being the friend you are, create a fan page for your best friend, jj.

thinking nothing of it, you post aimlessly on there, expecting no attention of any of your best friend’s fans or your best friend himself. until you do.

mood board 🦢🍸🤍🌾

reader

jj maybank

warnings

drinking, smoking, cursing, a whole lot of inappropriate jokes and insults, afab!reader.

guide

pasta please | foursome | hot,funny,smart,cool | kitten | ehhh ehhh | newww yawwwkk | surfboard foreplay | do i have to spell it out? | lana del ray coded | $300 | a polaroid in a wallet | NURSE | rip camcorder | paying your friends to hangout with you | junie bug! | sarah’s spreading germs | SAY IT PUSSY | newww yawwwkk…again? | off the market | undercover

extras

going on a girls trip | baby pogue | happy 21st! | the real gold

notes

if you wanted to be added to the taglist let me know!

i’ll try to tag everyone who asks! if i’m not able to tag you in the fic itself, i’ll try to tag you in the comments :)

[blitzosblog]

JJ Maybank

Oh Romeo: Today is your and JJ's wedding day 🥰

[cameronsprincess]

timezone boost 🩷

reader being a spoiled “good girl” kook who doesn’t give rafe the time of day with his reputation and treats jj like shit when he does work around her house for her dad. at least until jj’s snap story updates with her getting fucked from behind, the hand gripping her hip hard enough to bruise having that unmistakable signet ring on it and jj’s moans being heard from behind the camera as his cum starts to land on her tear stained face 😌

OH. this has been rotting since the end of july and i’m sooo sorry, i hope you see this sweet nonnie🥺🩷

CW: smut! 18+ only! threesome, jj posts it on his snap story, piv sex, male receiving oral, facial, praise and degrading. rafe ‘n jj are kinda fucked up for this but oh well.

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You’d always been known as the “good girl” on the island. You never got into any trouble, you steered clear of parties, and you definitely didn’t hang out with people who were constantly getting themselves into some shit.

Rafe Cameron was nothing if not persistent, he’d always tried to hit you up, asking what you were doing, wanting you to hang out with him, but you never gave him the time of day, why would you? He was not a good guy, and everyone knew it.

The same goes for JJ Maybank, the well known, most attractive Pogue on the island. You saw him a lot, seeing as your father had hired him to do work around your house a lot. JJ was also quite persistent, always trying to make you crack, bend your own rules, but your walls you’d spent years building up had you treating him like the no-good Pogue he was.

You treated both men pretty unfairly, at least, that’s what the public saw. No one knew that you were secretly a filthy slut behind closed doors for both the Kook and Pogue kings of Kildare Island.

“That’s it, baby, takin’ Rafe’s cock so fuckin’ good aren’t you? That tight little cunt loves to be pounded from behind doesn’t she?”

JJ’s words have your pussy clenching tightly around Rafe’s thick length, pulling a low groan from him. Your bloodshot eyes look up, finding JJ’s ocean-blues, his phone’s camera pointed right down at you.

Wanting to give JJ something good to watch later, you push your head down further, taking his entire length down your throat, eyes never leaving his. JJ groans, his free hand making its way to the back of your head, fingers tightly gripping at the messy, tangled locks. He holds your head down, forcing you to suck in breaths through your nose the best you can.

He slightly tilts his phone up, capturing only Rafe’s toned abdomen and the way his hands were tightly gripping at your hips. His fingers dig into your skin so hard you’re sure you’ll have bruises later, but you’re too fucked out to care. You loved that they were your dirty little secret, loved the way they took turns fucking your throat, pussy and even sometimes your ass. They knew you had a reputation to uphold though, and they didn’t seem to mind the way you treated them in public, so long as they could fuck you like this whenever they wanted, you could do as you pleased in front of everyone else.

“Fuck, Y/N, your pussy feels so goddamn good, gripping my cock like she was fuckin’ made f’me.” Rafe rasps, his thrusts becoming sloppier.

JJ releases your head, allowing you to pull off of him and suck in a much needed breath of air. More tears slip past your lower lashes, making JJ breathe out a dark laugh.

“God, you look so fuckin’ pathetic, cryin’ like a fuckin’ baby while Rafe fucks that sweet cunt and I take this sweet mouth. Go on, suck my cock, princess, it’s aching for you.”

Rafe grunts, his fingers digging into your hips harder as he uses them to pull you back onto his cock, forcing you to meet each of his thrusts.

You lower your head, tongue darting out and softly swirling around the swollen, leaking head of JJ’s cock. He groans, lowering his phone back down to capture you sucking him off again.

“Eyes on the camera, baby. Don’t wanna miss a second of your facial expressions while my cock is down your throat and Rafe fucks you from the back.”

You quickly obey, forcing your eyes to look up and into the camera of JJ’s phone. You begin bobbing your head up and down his length, sucking and licking every last inch of him until you feel his cock pulse inside your mouth.

Rafe groans, slamming his hips forward one final time before his warm, sticky load is filling your pussy. “Fuuuuuck, baby, gonna have you leaking my cum for the rest of the day.” Rafe groans, holding onto your hips as he holds your ass flush against his groin as he rides out his high.

JJ isn’t too far behind Rafe, quickly pulling himself from your mouth and jerking his cock. A low, raspy groan fills the air as his cock twitches, his warm, sticky cum landing on your face and tits. JJ slowly removes his hand from his softening dick, his phone coming down and right in your face as he records the little facial he gave you.

“That’s it, baby. Gotta show everyone whose fucking girl you are, don’t we?”

In your euphoric, fucked out haze, you don’t catch JJ’s words… You just softly nod your head, saying “Yeah… Your girl.”

He and Rafe share a look, laughing lightly between one another before they both remove themselves from your bed, quickly dressing and helping clean you up. JJ tucks you into your bed after they have you completely cleaned up, placing a soft kiss on your forehead and whispering, “Maybe this’ll teach you to be nicer to us in public, baby.”

[maybejj]

FRACTURED TIES PART 5

► masterlist ◄

social media au, 18+ mdni

pairings: jj x kook!reader, rafe x kook!sofia

warnings: swearing, mentions of alcohol, mentions of birth control, plan B

summary: By the time Charlotte Langley was 24, she was a proud mom of two sons, Rafe and JJ. While the two boys had different dads, that didn’t stop her from raising them together and teaching them that a blended family could still be a family. The two boys grew up inseparable, always looking out for the other. Life was perfect. But when Rafe turned 7 and JJ was barely 5, Charlotte found out she had a fast growing cancer. The death of the boys’ mother sent the town reeling and what use to be a happy blended family was no more. Ward cut off all contact with the Maybanks and Luke followed suit. Without their mother there to bridge the gap, the brothers grew up resenting the other. Now the two brothers constantly face off in Kildare’s motocross races, the one thing they still share from their childhood. It’s also starting to piss Rafe off that JJ keeps eyeing his childhood best friend. Two brothers. One island. Here we go.

Part 6

Notes: okay this is another huge update but i’m trying to set some things up! let me know your thoughts/theories/concerns! 🧡

taglist: @yesshewrites1 @rafegetinmybed @bee-43 @xoxo-ada @imsiriuslyreal @marleymarleymarleymarley @freyawhitexxx1 @arabellamaybank @papercranesandinkstains @onelonelybitch @pr3tty-pink @xoxosblogsblog

[crookedteethed]

18+ mdni ᡣ𐭩 eiffel tower me, please: series masterlist 

rafe x kook!jj x fem! reader

synopsis -- You are trapped in a suffocating triangle of possessive men: JJ, your devoted lover, and Rafe, who sees you as nothing more than a sexual trophy. Every time Rafe's eyes lock onto yours, you can feel his predatory hunger seep into your skin, igniting a fire within you that you desperately try to extinguish. But when JJ allowed Rafe to claim you that one night, a twisted desire ignited inside of you, tempting you to betray everything you hold dear for just a taste of Rafe's dangerous passion.

ᥫ᭡. eiffel tower me, please (I)

ᥫ᭡. jj shoots, he scorns (II)

ᥫ᭡. coming soon (III)(the finale)

[maybanksprincess]

jj maybank headcannons!

warnings: none, pure fluff!

requested by this ask! thank you anon <3

pairings: boyfriend!jj x shy!girlfriend!reader <3

ᥫ᭡ shy!girl!reader who always has to tutor jj because he cant listen in class for shit. lucky for him, his girlfriend has all the notes, cause shes observant <3

ᥫ᭡ shy!girl!reader who tugs on jjs arm when shes ready to leave a public setting, or just wants to get out of a conversation, luckily her boyfriend is good at making excuses.

ᥫ᭡ shy!girl!reader who always asks jj to order her food for her in a drive thru, or when waiters take their order, cause shes too shy to tell them what she wants, afraid she will stutter or say something wrong.

ᥫ᭡ shy!girl!reader who hates going on on dates in public, not because shes embarrased of jj, but because shes scared she will get mean looks.

ᥫ᭡ shy!girl!reader who texts jj when she meets up with him at a place, making him come get her instead of finding him her self

𓆉 boyfriend!jj who always has to make the first move in the relationship, whether it be the first kiss, first time having sex, first time sleepover, etc. but ofc he doesnt mind, because he loves how shy his girl is, he knows that shes only his.

𓆉 boyfriend!jj who doesnt pay attention in school on purpose, so that when he gets home he can call his pretty girlfriend over to teach it to him instead of a lame teacher <3

𓆉 boyfriend!jj who constantly does goofy things to try and get you to bring out your goofy side that he hardly sees

𓆉 boyfriend!jj who randomly pecks your lips or your forehead, during conversations with others when your sitting on his lap, to let you know he's still there

𓆉 boyfriend!jj who always lets you rant about books or movies to him, even if he doesn't understand because he doesn't ever wanna not hear you talk.

[amandabbbbb]

summary: rafe who protects maybank!reader from luke bc jj is too busy finding gold to protect his sister

tw: parental abuse, mention of drugs, rafes sweet but kinda demanding

word count: 526

you covered a shift working at the wreck because kie could never be bothered to take a shift at her dad’s restaurant, too busy running around the island trying to find whatever gold bullshit that john b has got your brother’s friends and him hung up on. you call jj, overwhelmed from the morning of dealing with your father luke’s fit of rage.

“are you gonna be home tonight? dad just bought a bunch of drugs from barry’s and i don’t want to be alone. i’m scared.”

“sis, you know i love ya, but do you want our lives to get better or not? i’m tryna get us out of this hell, alright? so just stay in your room and don’t come out. love ya, bye.”

he hung up before you could squeeze in another cry for help. just as your salty tears fall, rafe cameron motions you over to give him his bill. you wipe your tears away and give him the fakest smile. he orders you to sit in the opposite empty chair.

“are you alright, sweetheart? i heard that. you know, i know your dad’s a druggie dick. i’ve seen him at barry’s. I gotta get you out of that house. i see your bruises. you know all that makeup doesn’t cover it.” he grabs your arm and rolls up your sleeve, showing your bruise from your father. you, flustered, pull away as his tone was demanding.

before you could even respond, kie’s words ring in your ears: “rafe cameron wouldn’t be caught dead eating here, especially alone. he usually spends his time at the country club. to a kook like him, the wreck is a dump. but ever since you started working there, he always sits at the same table almost every day, staring at you your whole shift, and if you aren’t his waitress, he makes a huge fuss. he’s so sweet to you, always.”

“rafe, really, i’m alright. don’t worry about me.”

“stay at mine tonight, y/n. i’ll take care of you.” he sets 1000 dollars down on the table. he usually gives you a 100 or 200 dollar tip but never this much. you barely know rafe.

“rafe, no. i can’t take this. i don’t even know… uh, uh, rafe, i can’t.”

“stop mumbling and take it. your dad spends all his money on drugs and your brother’s too goddamn worried about god knows what to even be home to take care of you. so i’m going to man up and protect you, okay? so shut up.”

that night after your shift, you stay at rafe’s house. he lets you stay in sarah’s room since the camerons are away. for the first time in ages, you finally relax, safe from your abusive father. you fall asleep almost instantly, exhausted from the stress. rafe makes sure you’re comfortable, checking on you throughout the night. when you wake up in the morning, you find a note and breakfast waiting for you. the note reads:

“good morning, sweetheart. had to run some errands. i know we’re very different but i know what you’re going through. stay as long as you need. you’re safe here. - rafe.”

[rafes-slut]

On his knees

Disclaimer // 18+ content.

Summary: you are pissed about the fact that rafe was flirting with some women and to show you just how sorry he is he gets down on his knees

Pairing: rafe cameron x gf reader

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Tanneyhill was way too quiet for your liking. The only sound echoing through the grand halls was the sharp click of your heels as you paced back and forth in the living room, arms crossed tight against your chest.

You could still see it. Her hand lingering on his arm a little too long, that overly bright laugh, the way she leaned in like she owned him.

And Rafe? He just stood there. Letting it happen.

Sure, it was for some business deal—selling some overpriced property or whatever excuse he had, but did he really need to let her practically throw herself at him? For money?

You huffed, your voice filling the empty space, “I mean, seriously, Rafe? She was all over you! And you just stood there like it was nothing!”

From behind, you heard the familiar creak of the front door shutting, his footsteps heavy as they approached.

“Baby, come on,” Rafe’s voice was calm, too calm, like he wasn’t phased at all. “It wasn’t like that. I wasn’t flirting—”

“You let her flirt with you!” you snapped, spinning to face him, your frustration bubbling over. “What, was I supposed to just stand there and watch? Like I’m invisible?”

Rafe sighed, running a hand through his hair, but his eyes locked onto yours, sharp and serious now. “Sit.”

You blinked, thrown off by his sudden change in tone. “What? No, Rafe, sitting isn’t gonna—”

“Sit.” His voice was lower this time, more of a command than a request.

You sank onto the couch, still fuming, arms crossed tight.

To your surprise, Rafe didn’t sit beside you. Instead, he dropped down to his knees right in front of you, his hands resting gently on your thighs.

“What are you doing?” you whispered, your heart suddenly racing for an entirely different reason.

His blue eyes softened as he looked up at you, his thumb gently rubbing circles against your skin.

“Showing you how much I love you,” he murmured. “That girl didn’t mean shit. You’re the only one that matters. You’ve got me, baby. All of me.”

Your breath hitched as his hands slowly slid up your thighs, fingers grazing against the hem of your dress. His touch was gentle, deliberate, as he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your knee before trailing higher.

“You’re so fucking beautiful when you’re mad,” he mused, his lips brushing against your skin, voice dripping with something dark and possessive. “Drives me crazy.”

You bit your lip, torn between staying mad and melting into him. But then his hands gripped your hips, pulling you closer, and his mouth followed, leaving a trail of heat in its wake.

“You don’t need to be jealous, baby,” he whispered, his breath hot against your inner thigh. “I only want you.”

His fingers hooked under the hem of your dress, dragging it up agonizingly slow, eyes never leaving yours as he spread your legs wider. He kissed up your thighs, each press of his lips sending shivers up your spine. His hands were firm, keeping you right where he wanted you.

His mouth hovered just above where you needed him most, teasing you, making you squirm beneath his hold. “You’re already so wet for me,” he rasped, his breath hot against your sensitive skin.

Then, finally, his lips met you, a slow, deliberate flick of his tongue that sent a shockwave through your entire body. You gasped, your fingers threading through his hair, tugging as he worked you over with precision, like he had all the time in the world to ruin you.

Rafe groaned against you, the vibrations making your hips jerk against his face, but he held you firm, not letting you escape the pleasure he was determined to give. His tongue was relentless, switching between slow, teasing strokes and deep, intense movements that had you gasping his name.

Your thighs trembled around his head as he sucked, licked, and devoured you like he was starved. He didn’t stop, not when your body arched off the couch, not when your legs threatened to close around him—he only growled, gripping your thighs tighter, keeping you wide open for him.

The tension in your belly coiled tighter, heat blooming through your veins as the pleasure built higher and higher until—

You shattered, his name falling from your lips like a prayer, body shaking as waves of pleasure crashed over you. Rafe didn’t let up, drawing it out, his tongue flicking lazily as he licked you through your high.

When you finally sagged back against the couch, breathless and spent, he pulled back just enough to look up at you, his lips slick with your release, his eyes dark and full of hunger.

He smirked, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before leaning up, pressing a slow, filthy kiss against your lips.

“Next time you get jealous,” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction, “remember exactly who you belong to.”

[baocean]

currently thinking of…

jj maybank, who hated sarah cameron’s twin sister. it worked out, because you couldn’t stand him either.

jj maybank, who was such a fucking asshole to you. ‘kook princess’, ‘rafe jr.’, and, oh, can’t forget ‘nasty bitch’ were his favorite nicknames for you. well, almost his favorite.

jj maybank, who couldn’t understand how twins could turn out so differently. sarah was nice, stable, kept things calm. you loved to rock the boat, loved to start shit. you and your sister looked nothing alike, acted nothing alike.

jj maybank, who couldn’t believe you and your sister were still close. you were no rafe cameron, didn’t have the evil in you to do anything like your older brother had. but if anyone asked, you were pretty damn close to the torture that is rafe. and still, you and sarah were as close as ever.

jj maybank, who practically hid from you anytime you made it around to his place, not because he was scared of you, because you made him so unbelievably angry.

jj maybank, who was also super good at pissing you off, too. you swore he was batshit crazy. maybe he was. but, when it came time, he protected his friends, including your twin.

jj maybank, who one day was simply placed in the middle of the grand entrance of tannyhill as a distraction so sarah could snoop on rafe. except, you walked by in a bikini, and suddenly jj was the one distracted. naturally, you fought. and then, jj was back to distracting. distracting you. in your room. between your legs.

jj maybank, who wasn’t sure how it happened. it was all a blurry haze. like he was high off you. something about ‘god you’re so fucking annoying’, and something like ‘oh, is that why you’re hard, then?’.

jj maybank, who after that, couldn’t get enough. you still annoyed the shit out of him, but we’re also the main star of his wet dreams.

jj maybank, who now secretly does not play when it comes to you. sarah gasped out loud one day, running to tell john b about how one of the kooks at the club grabbed onto your arm and pushed you against the bar after some bitchy comment from you, earning you a few bruises. jj overheard, and the next day, the same kook had a pretty black eye and a chipped tooth to match.

jj maybank, who’s favorite nickname for you was actually ‘sweetheart’, said in dark rooms, showers, backs of cars, anywhere he could get his hands on you.

jj maybank, who bent you over any surface he could when you were alone. this time, it was the poker table in the private room at the club. you spit out some unwarranted comment, granting a tug to your hair from the boy looming over you.

jj maybank, who just chuckled when an ‘i hate you’ slipped out of your mouth in between breathy moans. ‘yeah, sweetheart, sure looks that way, doesn’t it?’.