#john b ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

[girlwhorizzed]

BABYDADDY!JJ ✗ READER 𐙚

haii guys !! this is based off this ask :p

pairings ፧ babydaddy!jj ✗ reader

warnings ፧ violence , language , jj being a deadbeat :3 , mention of sex , reader being a homie hopper :333 , 🦄

just as you'd thought finally, babydaddy!jj would step up and try to at least be a father to your babygirl— just like that he was gone. you'd opened yourself up to him like a fool that night when he'd wandered on your doorstep, walking straight into his words like a mouse would a trap. he hadn't even stayed long enough to see your babygirl awake, long enough to see that she began to develop his features and she'd inherited those eyes that you fell in love with when you were young which seemed like a life time ago now, in a twisted way your happy he didn't. if he'd stayed for breakfast your sure that your daughter would then expect him everyday— he saved her the heartbreak.

it'd been a few months from then now, your baby girl had been developing rapidly in the past few months, growing and reaching new milestones every day. she'd recently hit the age where she'd began to babble, trying to form words and sounds. she'd even started crawling and taking her first few steps, albeit more of a stumbling than actual walking, but progress was progress, and you could hardly believe how fast she was growing.

she’d become a constant topic of conversation between you and john b- as he’d unexpectedly been around more often to see her and pitch in for diapers and formula, you saw him more than you saw your actual baby daddy. john b had showed up at your doorstep like his best friend— sharing the same traits and actions. but the brunette wasn't there to just sweet-talk you and fuck you then leave the moment it ended, he'd approached you with a box stuffed with all sorts of different pattern onesies aimlessly with sizes he'd thought fit your baby. from that day on it'd become a daily occurrence where john b was at your apartment, either laying a helping hand with your sweet girl or providing her resources.

everyone automatically assumed that you and john b had something going on, from the way he'd entered your apartment at four o'clock and left at eight o'clock— it raised suspicion from the cut, everyone who was associated with the pogues knew that you were jj's girl, his baby mama and someone that was meant to be left untouched like a piece of cake in a fridge full of hungry people. john b knew that. he'd heard and got first hand reality if anyone were to cross you in any way that the blonde wouldn't hesitate to resort to violence. , yet again the brunette was up in your apartment caring for you and your daughter. playing the daddy role.

it did something to you, the way john b cared and stepped up for your daughter. he'd been so soft and gentle with her, cautious since the moment he met her. you couldn't help but want to give him his own baby, you felt ashamed even giving attention to those thoughts that circled your head— if jj could have full access to anyone he wanted, why couldn't you? just because you bore his baby meant you were instantly off-limits to anyone? you weren't wrong for having a little fun. so yes, you did seduce him, and he didn't exactly reject you.

oh did jj catch you off guard. it’d been a long day, filled with the usual hustle and bustle that came with being a parent. you were tired and feeling rather worn out from all the emotional and physical exertions that came with caring for an infant. so you’d decided to have a movie night, settling in with the baby and john b. just the three of you, a nice and peaceful evening. till a knock that you swore caused trauma disturbed it. as those knocks at the door echoed throughout the four walls of your home, the movie being playing was muffled to a halt as your eyes and john b's shot to each other, both equally confused.

who would be trying to get your attention at this hour? at first, you thought it was nothing, that the wind must have knocked against the door but after a few more taps, there was no denying there was someone at your doorstep."i'll go get it. you just wait here with her." your friend spoke gently, giving you a soft smile, knowing that you were both puzzled.

he stands up and pads over to the door, his footsteps muffled against the carpet. he reaches for the handle with a furrowed brow, unsure of who could possibly be standing on the other side. the lock twists, and then he pushes the door open, and there he was. the same boy you'd been in love with since you were sixteen, the boy you shared a child with — jj maybank himself. his face was a mixture of emotions - surprised, angry, hurt. he looked tired too, like he hadn't slept properly in days. his eyes meet john b's, their gaze locked. there's a tense silence that hangs between them, a charged energy that fills the air.

your first instinct is to detach yourself from your cozy place on the couch, sensing the vibe becoming nasty. you see the drastic change on jj's face, his face becoming sour and envious, recognizing that dangerous glint in his eyes. you stand up with your baby on your hip, hurrying to set her down in her playpin then approaching the situation. "jj— what are you doing here?"

he looks at you, his expression unreadable for a moment. his eyes flick over your figure, taking in every detail of your appearance - the way your hair is tousled slightly from how you'd been laying on the couch, the way your top is slightly askew, exposing a bit of your collarbone. he narrows his eyes at your neck, his gaze lingering on the small mark on your skin that he knew hadn't been there before. he looks back up at your face, his jaw tense. “i could ask you the same thing.” he snaps.

you scoff, rolling your eyes at his audacity. you'd been doing it all on your own with little help from him, and now he's suddenly showing up and expecting you to explain yourself? you take a step forward, your eyes narrowing at him. "oh, so you want to act hurt now? where were you when i was up at two in the morning changing diapers and comforting our crying daughter, huh? where were you when she took her first steps, or when she said her first word? you weren't there, jj."

he bristles at your words, his lip curling in annoyance. he takes a step forward as well, closing the distance between you two. his jaw tenses and his eyes flash with something that looks a lot like guilt and regret. “yeah, so you get back at me with my best friend? proves your a fuckin' whore. real low mama.” he retorts, his voice raising slightly.

john b glares at jj, his eyes dark and angry. his protective instincts kick in, and he steps forward to stand between you and jj. "watch it maybank. she's not some side piece, she's your baby's mom. she hasn't had it easy at all." john b clenches his jaw, his body slightly tense as he stands his ground.

jj scoffs, his eyes narrowing at the sight of john b standing in front of him. his expression is almost feral, the sight of his best friend, his brother protecting the girl who he thought still belonged to him driving him insane. he takes another step forward, his chest heaving with anger. "that's the mother of my child, and your fuckin her?" he snaps, his voice dripping with jealousy and anger.

you watch the two of them, seeing the way they both glare at each other with so much anger it's almost tangible. you can feel the heat radiating off them both, the tension crackling in the air. you take a step forward, placing your hand on john b's back, trying to diffuse the situation. "stop it! just stop." you say firmly, your eyes flickering between the two boys.

john b doesn't back down, his eyes still fixed on jj with a stern expression. he feels your hand on his back and he relaxes a bit, taking a deep breath to calm himself down. jj, on the other hand, looks at you for a moment, his face softening momentarily before his expression hardens again. he takes a step back, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "so, y'all together or what?" he asks quietly.

you can feel the tension in the room thicken. you swallow, your heart pounding in your chest. you look from jj to john b, the two boys standing opposite each other with their eyes locked, like they were in a standoff. you take a deep breath, letting it out slowly. you know that whatever you say next could make or break the situation, and you don't want to cause any more tension between the two of them. you look at jj, your eyes meeting his gaze. "what do you mean?" you ask quietly, your voice barely above a whisper. fully aware on what he meant.

he scoffs, the anger in his voice replaced by a hint of hurt and vulnerability. he doesn’t take his eyes off you, his gaze pinning you in place. “you know what i mean.” he pauses, taking a moment to collect himself and trying to rein in his jealously and anger. “are you with him?” john b stays silent, his eyes flickering between the two of you. he could feel the tension mounting, the silence becoming more potent. he doesn’t make any movement, waiting to see your response to jj’s question.

you can feel the weight of both boys' gazes on you, waiting for you to respond. the tension in the air is thick and palpable, and it's almost suffocating. you can sense the pain and hurt in jj's voice, the way his body language screams protectiveness. and then there's john b, his eyes fixed on you, waiting for your answer to the question that could break the three of you apart. your mind races, trying to figure out the right thing to say — the only thing you can manage is a soft, quiet whimper, which escapes your lips involuntarily.

jj's expression falters for a moment at the sound, his eyes softening for a split second before hardening again. the sight of you, his girl, whimpering in front of him - it did things to him that he couldn't explain. he clenches his jaw, returning his focus back to the brunette in front of him. "would've never done this to you, never." he takes one last look to you before he's lunging at john b, who doesn't hesitate to return the favor back.

a gasp escapes your lips as jj lunges at john b, their bodies colliding with a loud thud. you're in shock, your mind racing as you watch them grapple with each other. their fists fly, and a mix of grunts and curses fill the air as they exchange blows. you're torn, a part of you wanting to intervene, but the other part paralyzed with fear. you take a step forward, your heart pounding in your chest. "stop it! jj stop! our baby is here!" you manage to say, your voice trembling with desperation.

but neither of them pay you any mind, too consumed in their own anger and frustration to listen to reason. they continue their brawl, fists flying and bodies crashing into furniture and walls. the sound of their fighting fills the air and you can't help but feel helpless a wave of helplessness washes over you as the boys get more violent by the second, with no signs of stopping.

the abrupt cry from your babygirl jolts the boys out of their anger and they both freeze, the sound of the baby's wails piercing through the air. they're both panting, sweat and blood staining their faces and clothes. they look at each other for a moment, the tension between them still thick, before turning their attention to the playpin where the baby's crying. the sound of your baby's cry is like a bucket of ice water being thrown on them, jj and john b freeze, their chests heaving as they slowly back away from each other, their fists raw and bloodied. "jesus christ." john b mutters, his eyes darting over to the cry of your baby girl.

you walk over to the play pin, your heart heavy with a mix of concern for both the boys and your little girl. you scoop your baby up into your arms, cradling her against your chest, whispering soothing words of comfort and trying to calm her down. "shh it's okay baby i'm here. mama's here. everything's going to be okay..." her soft little cries piercing through the room. she's probably been woken up from the loud noises of the fight, and she's scared and confused. you notice the moment that both boys stop their brawl, their attention shifting to the baby's wailing. she's still too young to understand what's going on, and you can tell she's scared. your heart breaks a bit at the sight of her crying, and the guilt and shame creeps up on you for allowing this to happen in front of her.

john b stands there, panting heavily as he watches you soothe the baby, guilt and remorse etched across his features. he can't help but feel responsible for this whole mess, and he knows that he should have stopped the fight sooner. he looks down at his bruised and bloodied knuckles, still clenched from the fight. "goddammit." he mutters, his voice hoarse. meanwhile jj just stands there, his eyes fixed on the baby, and then you. his heart is pounding in his chest, his mind racing. seeing his child being so scared and crying because of their stupidity, he's never felt more like garbage.

you look over at john b, your eyes pleading. "can you - can you just go? for a while." you say softly. "I need to talk with him." you point to jj with your free hand, still rocking your baby girl softly.

john b doesn't hesitate, he nods and slowly heads to the door, his shoulders slumping with guilt. he knows he should have stopped this from happening, but instead, he had only made things worse. "yeah, yeah I'll go." he mutters, his voice soft and filled with regret., leaving just you and jj in the now tense and quiet apartment.

you focus on the baby once john b goes, trying to soothe her with soft words and gentle rocking. it takes a few minutes but she eventually calms down, her cries subsiding into small hiccups. you sigh in relief, cradling her against your chest. the silence in the room is palpable now that you're left alone with jj, both of you knowing that the conversation you're about to have is long overdo.

after a while, your baby begins to make small coos and whimpers in your arms, reaching small, soft hands outward. her eyes are searching for something or someone. she squirms and fusses as if she wants you to set her down. as you start to realize what your baby wants, your breath catches in your throat. you look up at jj, who's just been watching from a distance until now, his face a mixture of hurt, confusion, and something that almost looks like longing. you shift towards the blonde, holding out his daughter toward him.

jj looks at you, his eyes wide with surprise. he's staring at you both with a mix of emotions. seeing the baby, his baby, squirming and fussing, it triggers something within him - something that he can't quite put into words. he's torn between anger, hurt, and this overwhelming sense of longing to hold her - to hold his child.his heart pounding in his chest. he takes a step forward hesitantly, as if afraid to touch her. but he can't resist the urge, and slowly, he reaches out a hand to take her from you. his fingers brush against her small, soft body, and he gasps softly as he holds her in his arms for the first time in a long time. "woah." he whispers, looking down at the baby with awe and wonder. "she's so small."

the baby's eyes focus on the man holding her, her tiny lips parting in a soundless 'oh'. she reaches her small hand out, gently touching his face, as if trying to understand who this giant is. she makes a small noise, not quite a cry but not quite a coo either, tilting her head to the side. the man seems to realize she's studying him, and he lets out a soft chuckle. "hi sweet girl, it's your daddy." he murmurs, his voice gruff but gentle. "sorry ya gotta see my face all beat up."

you watch the interaction between your baby and jj, a mix of emotions welling up inside you. seeing him with her, holding her in his arms, it's all so surreal. his face, normally so rough and guarded, is softened as he gazes down at her. tears prick at the corners of your eyes as a wave of feelings wash over you. love, regret, hope, and uncertainty all swirled together in a confusing mess. you swallow back a sob, trying to hold it together.

jj can sense the emotions radiating off of you. he looks back up at you, his expression shifting from adoration for his daughter to a more guarded one. he can tell that you're struggling with your own feelings, and a part of him wants to know what's going through your head. but another part of him is afraid to know. his eyes soften, and he gently rubs the baby's back, all the while keeping his gaze fixed on you. "ya mama is a crybaby like 'chu."he jokes gently.

a small, shaky laugh escapes your lips as you wipe away a stray tear that has managed to escape. "yeah," you choke out, your voice strained but trying to keep it light. "something like that." the sight of jj holding the baby in his arms, the way he was gently rubbing her back, it was both heartwarming and painful all at once. you wanted to step closer, to wrap your arms around them both, but you held yourself back. you knew there were still so many things unsaid between the two of you.

jj sees the way your body tenses, and he can tell you're holding yourself back. there's a part of him that wants nothing more than to pull you into his arms, to hold both you and his child close, but he knows that there's still so much to say, so much to work through before y'all can cross that bridge. the room is silent, except for the baby's soft coos and whimpers. jj gently bounces her back and forth, and she seems to be getting comfortable in his arms. he looks at you and sighs. "when ya gonna start bein' honest with me?"

your heart sinks at his question, you know he deserves the truth, but the idea of facing it all head-on makes your heart race. you look at him, your eyes locked with his, and you take a deep breath, tears threatening to fall again. "i just want you to be her daddy. just be her daddy." you admit, your voice cracking. you look at the baby, still clutched in his arms, and a wave of guilt washes over you.

jj's expression softens as he sees the tears pooling in your eyes. he takes a step closer to you, his eyes never leaving yours as he speaks, his voice low and soft. "i am her daddy." he responds, a hint of vulnerability in his tone. "i'm here now, aint' i?" he looks down at the baby, his daughter, his eyes full of love and affection.

just like that night so long ago, your crumbling into him. you lean into him and let him hold you.

jj feels your body sag against him, and he instinctively tightens his grip around you, holding you close to him. he whispers soothing words in your ear, his voice gruff but full of tenderness. "shh, i got you. i'm here." he rubs your back, his touch gentle and reassuring. he can feels the tears wetting his shirt, and he sighs, resting his chin on top of your head.

it's sooner or later that the baby falls asleep in his presence, and later so will you too once he's finished with you.

[princessbrunette]

after reading the “you’re not rafe’s girlfriend but…” prompt i NEED a jj version PRETTY PLEASE🫶🏽

୭ 🍥 ✧˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀

you’re not jj’s girlfriend, but…

he’s smoking you out for free every single time, sitting up right next to him with none other than sativa by jhene aiko playing on his shitty eight dollar speaker, giving you the full princess treatment. he even holds the blunt to your lips, knuckles brushing against them. “see how nice i am to you? lettin’ you get lipgloss allll over the blunt?”

he’s giving you his only helmet so you can ride safely on the back of his bike, glancing at his mirror to see you happily bobbing around like a little bobblehead behind him, clutching his shirt. he even makes sure to fasten it for you, giving the helmet a little knock with his knuckles when he’s done, asking “you ready to ride, sweetcheeks?” as he climbs aboard.

he lets you climb inside his oversized hoodie with him when you’re cold, the both of you laughing as you stretch the fabric, bodies pressed together sharing the warmth. “you know i don’t mind clingy but this is takin’ it to new extremes.” sending you into another giggle fit.

he lets you sleep in his bed, and is more than happy to be woken up by you in the night because your tits are just so sore and you need his magic hands again! “pr-promise i won’t tell the others.” you mewl, trying not to outright moan when his big rough hands slide up your shirt and rub at the fat of your boobs, thumbing over the nipple. “i know babydoll, lay back and relax why don’t you, papa j’s got this.”

he will take any chance to let you hold his hand, but never reach out himself. he’s got issues, and he’s told you multiple times “baby i can’t be your boyfriend, i’m all fucked up in the love department.” which of course doesn’t stop the two of you from acting like a couple anyways. he holds your hand during pogue movie night when the horror movie gets too scary, he holds your hand when helping you climb aboard the HMS Pogue for another ridiculous outing, he even holds your hand in the night when you tell him you need to pee but you’re scared of the dark. you don’t let go even when you’re tinkling in the dimly lit bathroom at the chateau.

he will share a seat with you on john b’s porch, chin tucked against your shoulder as you scroll through tiktoks on your phone. “that one’s so you.” he points out when you scroll onto a video of a ratty little chihuahua. the next video is of a cat pooping in his litter tray. “thats you.” “wow, rude.”

he will eat your pussy so sloppy and stuff you with three fingers just to make you cum multiple times when you open up to him about how your ex thought oral was weird. he’s competitive okay! he just had to show you what you were missing out on!

you’re not jj’s girlfriend, but he’s so in love with you.

୭ 🍥 ✧˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀

[girlwhorizzed]

♡ after spending most of your days scheming ways to finally approach this pogue and fulfill your needs— finally you get him after being so close yet so far, you end it with vanilla ice cream and a kiss.

a/n: i think u can tell i wanted to include jj in this little moment , three-way action but for now he can be the jealous third wheel! lemme know if u think this should have a part 2!! maybe jj will be included if there's a part 2. :p

your not sure where this obsession started. or if you can even call it a obsession, you would've labeled it as something your interested in— because john b is mysterious. mysterious enough to catch your attention. kook princess stuck on a pogue boy who would toss her around like a football, a pogue boy who probably has no intentions in settling down anytime soon, which doesn't sit right with you because you want to settle down quickly, have everything screwed shut. you first became intrigued when you caught a whiff of him on the druthers— where he was employed, despite the constant teasing coming from the kook boys who had all the time in the world to tease, he took it. didn't say a word, although upon seeing him around the island you knew if he'd been with his friends, he would've been comfortable to say something. you noticed little traits about john b, how although he was confident that he needed someone to boost the confidence higher— jj maybank was that someone.

yeah, you could definitely say jj had a big impact on john b. the pair of them fed off eachother. whether it was good or bad, they just went along with each other. he could act like he hated to say it out loud, but jj had a habit of inflating his ego with compliments. a little too often for the average person, but you noticed. he’d say it in a joking way most of the time, just to avoid taking the attention off himself for too long. he hated that he was good for a few one liners and that was it.

usually if someone was interested in the duo, it tended to be the blonde— his outgoing careless personality had an effect on the ladies, all expect you. you had a specific image of jj in your little head, he was bad news and you should stay away. which you followed religiously, doing the most to keep distance from him. but who you couldn't distance from was john b, although you hadn't had a proper interaction with him quite yet.

day by day things got boring, your everyday life started to revolve around you scheming on ways to approach john b, how the conversation would go and how you'll look, how you'll speak, what vocabulary will you use to impress him, what clothes would you wear? it all started to become to dramatic. it was like the whole thing was taking over your thoughts. you wouldn’t admit you had a crush, how could you? he was a pogue. you were a kook. they were on different ends of the spectrum and they were so opposite in the eyes of everybody else it was just wrong. so you’d settle on just staring, just watching from afar. hoping he’d notice you.

it was difficult to tell if john b ever noticed, but it was so obvious a blind man could tell. how you’d stop to watch every move john b made, your eyes zoning in on him every time you were within distance of the two of them. how you’d act all flustered when the brunettes gaze landed on you, his eyebrows raising when it took you a second to snap out of the trance you were in. your thoughts were interrupted as both boys walked into the ice cream parlor where you worked, the familiar sight of john b and jj getting your heart thumping.

they were usually pretty quiet, despite jj’s loud mouth the pair of them hadn't been raised to be respectful but ultimately gotten the hint over the years to be respectful in all places of business. even if it meant they were bored. they seemed to be deciding whether or not they even wanted ice cream, although it was clear that john b did— off the bat you could sense the vibe differences. today, john b seemed to be the hyper obnoxious one, while jj seemed laid-back and quiet moody one.

you noticed the subtle change in attitude, wondering why the blonde was being so quiet. he’d usually have a few witty comments to make by now, but he was just stood by his friend silently. you didn't mind the fact he was quiet , you might've just preferred it this way. you could make out that they were definitely debating if they wanted ice cream, and you felt yourself praying they did want something. it was quiet at the moment, and a little company would be nice.

you were starting to think they really weren’t going to order anything when suddenly, jj spoke up, “think i’mma get one of them cone things with a flake.” john b rolled his eyes, “you’re so unoriginal bro —” “well why don’t you go get somethin’ all exotic then, if you’re the master of all ice cream?” john b just rolled his eyes, turning away from his friend and walking up to the counter, jj following closely behind.

as they approached you managed to fix yourself up with the twenty seconds you had, fixing your hair that didn't require the fixing, and planting a big cheeky little grin on your face. "hi boys, how can i help you today?" you say, your phrase lacking the profession it would've had if it had been anyone else, but you couldn't help but let loose and relax around john b.

they both seemed to notice the change in your attitude, but for different reasons. john b smirked upon noticing it first, his eyebrows raising with intrigue. he didn’t have time to comment on it though, as you continued to speak. meanwhile jj was trying to figure out why you were suddenly so cheerful, but then it hit him.

“ just wonderin’ if you could get me a soft vanilla cone, with a flake in it?” john b was first to speak up, giving you a friendly smile, despite knowing that you were probably having an internal crisis right now. you nodded, telling him of course, then turning to the other guy, who was looking down into the ice cream case in front of him. “not really into ice cream bro,” he muttered, his tone sounding quiet and a bit uninterested as he continued to stare into the display.

you were nodding your head like a puppy would it's owner, batting your eyelashes at the brunette, you felt like a cat in heat trying to subtly seduce her partner. everytime john b came remotely close to you, it was like a routine that you'd become stupid, like a clueless little doll that doesn't know anything about the world, as if they were born yesterday.

john b smiled at you, finding it adorable the effort you put to show him you liked him. the way you were staring at him so intensely. he didn’t look away from you for a second, it was almost like a little game he was playing at this point. how long could he keep his eye line contact with you. meanwhile jj was watching, noticing your obvious flirtatious behaviour. he wanted to say something, anything.

you made it look like you were focused on putting the ice cream together, but your heart was thumping so fast. he was looking directly at you, and it was taking all your strength to keep your mind steady because the butterflies in your stomach were going crazy. you could’ve sworn it had been a good thirty seconds at this point and yet he still hadn’t looked away, and you didn’t know if it was your imagination but you could’ve sworn his eyes were moving lower.

the attention was all on you, from both the boys. although it was more subtle from john b. he was staring straight at you, his eyes wandering. he hadn’t meant to look so hard but god, the way you were looking so shy and cute with your pretty eyes batting was drawing him in and making him feel like he was being hypnotised. he definitely had noticed that you’d fixed yourself up when you saw him walking over, and his thoughts of ‘is this girl trying to flirt???’ were confirmed when that huge grin appeared on your face. it was pretty adorable seeing how flustered you were, and he was trying to contain his giggles when he noticed your hands shaking as you put his ice cream together. he was amused, enjoying watching you squirm under his gaze.

"here ya go, sorry for the wait. that'll be seven dollars please." you said sweetly, clearing your throat and ending the eye tag little game you had going on with the brunette. you tried to act like your little flustered moment hadn’t just happened, but you knew you couldn’t fool anybody. you were red, you could feel the heat in your cheeks and ears as your heart thumped. you felt like you’d have an internal melt down if you spoke any more.

he looked away, a smile lingering on his face as he pulled some cash out of his pocket and handed it over to you. he could tell you were still a bit flustered, and thought it was funny how you tried to act oblivious once your task was complete. jj hadn’t said a word since they walked over, he was just watching everything unfold as he tried to keep a neutral face. a little irritated he had to play third wheel in this whole situation.

you took the money and punched it into the cash register, trying to maintain a normal and polite tone of voice, despite being nervous as hell. you couldn’t keep eye contact with him either, suddenly finding the floor tiles to be the most interesting things in the world in that moment. once you were able to form a smile again, you handed his change over, making sure your fingers brushed against his in the process.

purely on accident after taking a moment to yourself at the cash register, you couldn't help but let a giggle out, forgetting the boys were still there you quickly stopped. you could feel your cheeks burning up while you struggled to act normal after. trying desperately to stop the giggles from spilling out of your mouth whenever you spoke. it just sounded like little nervous giggles of a schoolgirl at this point, and it was definitely too obvious to go unnoticed.

he found himself smiling when your little giggle accidentally left your lips, he didn’t expect that to happen and it caught him by surprise. it was pretty cute though. during the uncomfortable silence and the giggles jj had whispered to john b for a lick of his cone.

john b was still stood by the counter, eating away at his ice cream, giving his friend an eye roll. “i bought this for myself bro, you can get your own,” he said bluntly.

“com’on bro, i’m broke.” the blonde retorted, trying to give jb a pitiful look. you couldn’t help but watch the interaction between them both, it was pretty cute considering they didn’t like sharing anything. “well that’s your own fault, bro.” he just said bluntly, shrugging his shoulders, continuing to eat his ice cream.

after a moment of silence had passed, and john b had his back to jj— he folded. the brunette got his money's worth of the scoop of ice cream before he turned around and planted the cone in the blonde's hands. "go outside for a minute." john b ordered, giving him a gentle friendly jab to the blonde's side.

a smirk crept onto the blonde’s face, “awh, that’s what i’m talking about,” the blonde gave john b a sly little smile. “there we go, thanks bro.” he said happily, before heading out of the store and presumably sat outside on the curb. it was pretty obvious that jj had been wanting a taste — he’d been staring at it longingly the whole time. he quickly took the ice cream and scurried off to stand outside, leaving the two of you alone.

jb just stood there silently for a second, before returning his gaze to you. it was like he was trying to carry on the conversation you were having, which was making it even more difficult for you to keep it cool. you were a bit relieved when jj headed outside. not that you minded him, the guy was definitely entertaining. you just preferred time alone with john b.

john b still leaned against the counter, his gaze still on you, but you could feel the shift in the atmosphere now that they were no longer bickering. it felt different. “sorry about that uh, jj can be a lil’ pushy at times.” he chuckled, running his free hand through his dark hair.

“it’s fine, it’s sweet.” you said, the words slipping out of your mouth before you could even control them. you were surprised at your own words, considering you’d just called john b’s friend ‘sweet’ without realising. he raised an eyebrow at that, amused by the sudden confidence.

“sweet?” he questioned, grinning at your words. it was clear that he was amused by that statement. you were starting to regret your stupid little compliment, mentally slapping yourself for the dumb choice of words. you hoped he didn’t find it weird.

he could tell that you felt embarrassed by your outburst, the way you looked down to the floor and avoided eye contact was enough to confirm that. he found it pretty adorable though, and he found it strange how quick your attitude and behaviour shifted. it left him curious. “hey, look at me.” he said in a tone that wasn’t demanding, but a soft request that you immediately listened to. you looked back up to meet his gaze, noticing a smirk forming on his lips.

“you’re very shy, aren’t you?” he teased, tilting his head to meet your gaze, his elbow resting on the counter. it was like he was studying you, watching your nervous reactions and fidgeting.

“uh…” you mumbled, you struggled to get any words out, suddenly becoming incredibly self conscious of every aspect of your personality. there was something about him that made you incredibly nervous, but also intrigued. ““no, not really…”” you finally muttered quietly.

he laughed at your response, it was clear that he didn’t believe you about the whole ‘not shy’ thing. he was just amused by your little reaction. he let go of the counter, the smirk still stuck on his face. “i don’t really believe that. you don’t seem to be able to look me in the eyes, i’d call that pretty shy.”

you fell silent, you wanted to argue back, but he definitely wasn’t wrong to be fair. you could barely look him in the eye or get your own words out without stuttering or blushing. you opened your mouth to say something, but his next words silenced you. “wanna know something though?” he leaned in a bit more, a mischievous glint in his brown eyes.

you were curious, the way he leaned in a bit lower to your level, the smirk on his face. he was definitely up to something. you nodded for him to continue, your interest piqued now. he just chuckled lowly, and you felt yourself shiver. when you reopened your mouth to speak again you were met with his lips.

you were definitely caught by surprise, not expecting him to do such a thing while he was at the counter of your workplace. but you didn’t pull away, instead melted into the feeling completely. his lips were surprisingly soft for a guy, and they were very skilled. he’d clearly experienced in the whole kissing department, and you were enjoying every second of it.

it was as if he had you under a spell, your body moving towards him of its own accord. you got as close as you could, given the counter was separating you, grabbing a fistful of his shirt, pulling him closer. john b was just enjoying this way too much, his lips curving into a smirk whenever your grip on him would get tighter.

he felt you relax into his touch, and he couldn’t help but smirk against your lips, finding your eager response so cute. he was taking his sweet time, not wanting to rush any part of this moment, and he was clearly savoring every touch of your eager lips. you both completely flaked at the fact that you were currently in your place of work, the shop quiet and no one else around. he had to mentally restrain himself from grabbing you and yanking you over the counter so he could grab you properly. he decided this was probably a bad place to let the kiss get too heated.

he finally broke the kiss, a bit breathless. you both took a moment to regather yourselves, glancing around to make sure no one had witnessed your little display of passion. john blooked amused, like he’d just discovered a really interesting toy to play with.

“knew you weren’t just some shy lil’ thing” he teased, using a low tone this time. you were at a total loss for words, your mind clouded and flustered. how could he have this much of an effect on you from just a simple kiss? it was crazy.

he chuckled as he took in your current state. you looked pretty dishevelled right now — eyes all hazy, mouth slightly agape, cheeks a rosy shade of red. he found it adorable how you seem to come undone so easily, a smirk once again appearing on his face.

you snapped back into reality, fixing your ruffled hair and tucking your shirt back into your uniform wear, still speechless before giggling. never ever during the moments you thought fiercely how your first interaction would go, would be this situation.

he pulled away, straightening out his shirt. he wasn’t about to let you get away with this completely unscathed, he still wanted to tease you. “get off work soon?” he asked, lifting an eyebrow.

you caught onto his joke, answering truthfully as you had a genuine grin on your face, looking up at him with your chin in your palm. "at four o'clock." you said, adjusting the straps of your uniform that had become messy during your little makeup sesh with the brunette.

he nodded, he couldn’t help but grin once he heard that voice again. there was something about your voice and mannerisms that ticked all the boxes for him. once he saw you fix yourself up, trying to look presentable again, he chuckled, “that uniform’s cute by the way.” before making his way out,

leaving you with your thoughts and still very much intrigued with him, just now you'll finally get some action instead of laying in your bed waiting for him to make the move. you were satisfied to say the least.

[girlwhorizzed]

JUST HOLD ME, CONSOLE ME . . .

♡ in which— while picking up the rest of your belongings from your ex boyfriend— john b, you can't help but feel weak around him whose just so.. manly and grabable—kissable with his nonchalant facade, it leaves you wanting to just be held.

a/n ፧ ok i know i went off plot what the description says but it's basically the same thing! just.. readers quiet :3

pairings ፧  ex!bf!john b ✗ reader

warnings ፧  none except going back to your ex ♡

it was unusually quiet and vacant at the chateau— the same chateau that always was a ray of sunshine, loud of bickering and disagreements, but today was ultimately silent. besides the swish-swosh of the waves just outside the patio— where you stood, waiting patiently with your little pink-bow kitten heels that ran short of patience by the pace of your tapping against the semi-rotten wooden floor of your ex's patio, who was yet to greet you although you were aware of his active movement inside his home.

your impatient little sighs and taps went unfazed by him as the sound of bare feet padded against the wooden floor, heading toward the screen door— before it finally opened, revealing your ex, john b. the brunette stood tall and lean before you, dressed casually and looking at you with one eyebrow raised, as if he was wondering why you were here. you couldn't help but notice how his tousled hair fell nonchalantly into his face, accentuating the sharpness of his jawline, and how the loose shorts hung low around his hips.

you can't help but let your eyes wander up his v-line that is visibly exposed, then to his toned chest— that just coincidentally seems to be on display for your eyes, like honey draws bees, his chest drew your eyes. after you've done your full scan of the lower half of his body, finding nothing unusual on his skin that might strike your attention, your met with the majestic charming look in his eyes that string you back to him. there was an instant connection between the two of you. it was like a magnetic force, an invisible string of memories and emotions that tethered you together. as he took you in with his eyes, he couldn't help but feel a mix of pain and happiness. he hadn't seen you in a while, and he missed you terribly. but he also knew that seeing you here, in his own space, was dangerous. it had the potential to bring back all the pain and heartbreak that had led to your separation.

he leaned himself at the doorframe, folding his arms over a semi-exposed chest, waiting for an explanation. he knew why you were here. you always showed up at the chateau, whether it was a drunken whim, a booty call— or even for a genuine reason. this time the reason was clear. although you would've used some lame excuse to conceal the truth, john b knew, like he always did, but like his usual teasing self that liked to mess with you when you got all vulnerable and soft like this, he wouldn't let you get off easy.

"i don't got all day, ya know." he said, after a moment passed of your silence, and with an unintentional smirk— knowing for a fact that his nonchalant presence made your heart swoon. he leaned against the door frame, crossing his arms against his chest, watching you like a hawk. his gaze roamed over your frame, taking in the sight of your outfit that was so unlike the typical short-shorts and oversized t-shirt look that you often sported. his lips curved into a knowing grin as his eyes lingered on your exposed legs, before flicking back up to your eyes. "whatcha dolled up for, huh?"

the short time you spent dozing off into space, or rather spent boring at john b, the sudden look-to-the side from the brunette threw you off. you shook your head, a little quirk that you've adapted over time after losing your sense of conscious. john b chuckled at that— which threw you off too. he was being rude t'you and you weren't taking kindly too it, at least in your opinion he was being rather disrespectful in a shady way. your lips fell to a frown biting the skin inside your cheek to hold back the outburst that was bound to happen. sure, you weren't together but that didn't mean he had to treat you like some outsider. like he hadn't had you on your back more times than you can count.

a cocky smirk etched across johns features, amused by your reaction. he pushed off the doorframe, stepping out onto the patio, closing the distance between you with a few deliberate strides. his gaze was piercing, almost intense as it roamed over your form before coming back up to meet your eyes. he let out another scoff as he looked down at you, his eyes scanning over your outfit once more. it was pretty damn obvious that you'd dressed up for something, so he decided to prod a little.

"you come here to flaunt your pretty self t'me orrrr... am i missing something."

the way he rolls his tongue just does something t'you, it's the littlest movement but it just weakens you even more then the eye contact. your just mesmerized by him completely, it rushes back nostalgic from the first time you'd seen him— after he'd hit puberty and the glow really start to hit, he's grown more now but you always felt weak around him, weak like a little girl that's independent and needs her daddy to do everything for her. you just want to confide within him and let him console you— let him hold you, kiss you, fuck you.

he noticed your expression falter, your eyes becoming distant and unfocused. he had obviously grown accustomed to your little non-verbal episodes, and he observed as you went mute in front of him. he knew what you needed, even though it was so damn hard for you to ask for it. his gaze softened just a notch, and he closed the remaining short distance between the two of you, his hands gently coming to rest on your hips. he leaned down slightly, his face just inches away from yours. "alright, that's enough. c'mere." he said, his voice taking on a gentler edge.

you just fold into him, let him grope and feel you in the places he recognizes but yet he still touches like he hasn't— you snuggle into his bare chest, manicured nails trailing his bare back while you inhale his natural ocean scent that seems to be imprinted in his skin, at least to your knowledge.

he holds you tight against his chest, a low hum rumbling deep within him as he feels your fingers exploring his skin. he knew the effect he had on you, could feel how you melted in his arms with just the slightest touch. he knew all your spots, all your quirks, all your little mannerisms. he still remembered when this all had first started. he let out a soft sigh as he nuzzled into your hair, his hand rubbing slow circles into your back. "need me t'hold ya, huh?"

you nod against his skin, that way he feels the response from you even if your not speaking.

you nod against his skin, that way he feels the response from you even if your not speaking. you know this is wrong and shouldn't be happening at all— he's your ex for a reason.. and exes should stay exes, because that's the way the rope goes. you shouldn't be on his patio at all and should be in the arms of some other guy.. but this, right here no matter how wrong you convince yourself it is— just feels so right. like a puzzle missing it's piece. john b missing his girl. and plus, what other guy could get to hold you either way? with your reputation and title as john b's girl, you might as well have had a sign around you that say beware of dog.

his grip around you tightens a bit more at your nonverbal cue. he had to admit— it felt good to have you back in his arms like this. hell, it felt like you belonged there. he'd never stopped seeing you as his, no matter how stubborn you were about your little break. to him, you were still his girl. his hands continued to roam over your back, tracing your spine gently. he pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head, before pulling away just far enough to look down into your face. "let's go inside yeah? feelin bugs all over."

he pulls away to swipe away the non-existent bugs that he allegedly saw buzzing around both your heads, you giggled at this, it was half-assed and you knew it. —but because you were in a vulnerable and all grabble and easy to manhandle like this, you didn't sass-back and acted oblivious.

a cocky smirk danced across the brunettes' face. he knew damn well there were no bugs around, but it was funny to see you so compliant and easy to boss around. he knew you'd never admit you were easy to manhandle; your feisty spirit seemed to fade away when you were wrapped up in his arms. he took a little advantage of that and grabbed your hand, giving it a playful tug to lead you inside the chateau. "c'mon, ya goof. don't wanna get eaten alive out here."

he led you into the chateau, his grip on your hand gentle but firm. the interior was dark and cool, a nice reprieve from the warm evening outside. he guided you over to the couch, gesturing for you to sit down before plopping himself down next to you. he slouched against the cushions, legs spread lazily apart as he draped his arm across the back of the couch, just a few inches behind your shoulders. he looked at you with a soft gaze, his expression relaxed and almost intimate.

you stood over him, keeping yourself posted up as you leaned towards him— his fingers still eloped with yours even when you stood. your lips curled up into a cheeky cute smile, giggling at his relaxed position and the way his eyes looked so— low and mesmerizing under the light shining through the open curtains, . you held yet again another unbreakable eye contact. . that was till you plopped yourself onto john b's open lap, nails running smoothly against his cheeks, from his cheeks to his hair and back to holding his cheeks—

as you perched yourself onto his lap, his hands automatically went to your waist, gripping your sides firmly as you settled in. he looked up at you with a lazy grin, enjoying the way you were touching him, running your fingers through his hair, and holding his face. it was all too familiar, too natural to him. he leaned into your touch, his eyes darkening a tad as he took in the sight of you straddling him. there was no denying the electricity that crackled between you.

he pulled you closer to him, your torsos now pressed up against each other. you could feel the heat radiating from him through his t-shirt, and he could feel the softness of your skin through your dress. he let out a low hum as you continued to explore his face with your fingers, gently tracing the lines and contours. "y'know, i gotta admit— you look pretty damn good like this." he said, his voice barely above a whisper as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against your neck.

you squealed at his touch, leaning into his neck as you let your lips meet his skin— for a blist second your creating a hickey on his neck, then the next john b's peeling off your blouse.

as you started working the sensitive skin on his neck, he let out a soft moan, his grip on your waist tightening. he was lost in the moment, but he couldn't let you have all the fun. with a smirk, he took advantage of your distraction and started stripping you of your blouse, his hands roaming over your bare skin as it was revealed. he wanted you, and he wanted to make sure you knew it. "you got no idea what you do to me," he said, his voice low and hoarse with desire.

his fingers slipped under the hem of your skirt, sliding it up your thighs as he lifted it over your hips. his hands continued exploring your freshly exposed skin, tracing over your curves, and leaving a trail of fire in their wake. he pulled you closer, his mouth hovering just inches away from your neck as his breath ragged.

you giggle, hands slipping down to his shorts and before you know it, your on your back.

[girlwhorizzed]

MASTERLIST ౨ৎ

masterlist ↓ requests are always open ♡

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JJ MAYBANK ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

bsf!jj — boyfriend!jj

boyfriend!jj

babydaddy!jj

stepbro!jj

situationship!jj

situationship!jj

JOHN B ˎˊ˗

exbf!john b

john b

john b

RAFE CAMERON ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

boyfriend!rafe

SOCIAL MEDIA ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

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