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thebestofoneshots · 1 year ago

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birthday girl | marauders x reader

Pairing: J.P. x S.B. x R.L x Female Ravenclaw Reader Word Count: 3.8 k Warnings: none Prompt: It's your birthday but you're sick. The boys are just total darlings and care for you no matter the risks, making sure you have a super happy speacial day regardless. Comfort Fic // Birthday fic Written for @kquil

Soooo… thanks to @kquil's 1k follower celebration we discovered our birthdays are super close together, and it made me so excited I had to ask when her birthday was exactly and then I knew and then I had this idea in my head.

And gosh, Kquil, I absolutely love the way you write love, so I wanted to make a little something for you. Hope you’re having a fantastic day sweetie, even if you’re sick with that goddamned awful virus, it feels like shit, I know it does, so I thought, perhaps a little comfort fic could make you feel better.

This is just a little gift I wanted to make, a token of appreciation for you always sharing your lovely fluffy fics (that honestly make my days brighter) with us, hope you enjoy <3

You woke up with a headache, sighting as you shut your eyes close again, the brightness coming from the large castle windows causing you to wince. You had felt the signs, the sore throat, the mild headaches and stomach pain, you were well aware you were getting sick but you honestly hoped your body would hold at least after your special day to break down.

Hopes be damned, it was your birthday and you felt like shit, actually, no, you felt like you had been run over by a truck, which was slightly worse. You took your wand out and cast a spell to muffle the sounds of the already waking castle, especially the sound of your roommates, whom you adored but were too loud for your sick mind to tolerate. You grabbed your pillow and placed it over your head, groaning from how uncomfortable and sore you felt, you’d hoped the pillow would at least muffle the sound a little, no such luck, since just minutes after Mal was popping her head through your curtains and looking at you with brows furrowed in concern.

“You all right luv?”

You shook your head in response finally lowering down the pillow from your face, “feel like shit,” you admitted. “Remember I mentioned my throat was feeling funny?” Mal nodded “Well, it looks like it finally decided to give in.” And it really did, it felt like sandpaper every time you said a word.

“Hold up a sec,” she said and pulled her head out “Hey Sage, do you still have those lemon caught drops we made in potions last month?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Sweet!” she said, you heard her step away and the rest of the conversation was toned out by your charm, after less than a minute later, Mal popped her head back in, small cystal jar in her hands “There you go love,” she said with a smile “Happy Birthday!”

You chuckled and took the jar from her hands, cranking it open and placing one of the yellow candies in your mouth “Thanks!” you said with a smile.

From the other side, Sage popped her head “Happy birthday sweetheart,” she said with a smile.

You smiled at the two girls, shaking your head as you continued to suck on the candy, it was nice to know you had them in your life. You then heard the door creak open and another girl poped her head next to Mal “Hey luv, Happy Birthday!” she said, and then waved her hand, a tower of pancakes with a candle on top appeared on the side of your bed, you sat up, smiling wildly, and completly ignoring the headache and soreness.

“This is– Thank you girls…” you said, looking at them with a grateful smile, making room for them to sit on the bed.

“Only the best for our best girl,” Eryn said with a wink as she sat on the edge.

“She’s feelin’ sick thought,” Sage added, with a small pout.

“The cough drops–“

“–we’ve already given them to her,” interrupted Mal “How’s the throat?”

“Much better,” you said honestly, the caught drops really were doing their magic “The headache and the soreness is still there, unfortunately.”

Sage pouted now, looking at you with a bit of a frown as you munched on your pancakes “Eating will make you feel better. You can skip breakfast if you want.”

“Oh no, she can’t,” Eryn said shaking her head. “There’s a certain someone waiting for her just outside. And he looked just about to pick up a fight with the eagle for not letting him in.”

You opened your eyes in shock “Don’t tell me it’s…”

“Yup,” Eryn said with a smile “he might bring the door down if you don’t actually get out.”

You shook your head in disbelief but nodded “I better hurry then.”

“You sure luv?” Sage asked “We can tell him to screw off and come back when you’re feeling better.”

You shook your head “I’ll just pass by Pomfrey before class or something,” you said with a smile and the three girls nodded, they were already wearing their uniforms, blue ties shining over their crisp white shirt.

“You done?” Mal asked, pointing at your plate, you nodded and she vanished it right after. You looked at her surprised “I’ve been practicing evanesco lately.”

You nodded and made an O in between your thumb and finger to indicate it’d been a fantastic casting. She nodded excitedly in response and the three girls went back to their respective beds. You stood from your bed, taking a long deep breath as you felt the pain and soreness after moving just a little, and started to slowly put your uniform on.

You struggled so much while attempting to tie the tie with your scrambled mind that you decided to leave it as is, and deal with it later, genuinely worried one of the boys would actually break the door down if you took too long. You grabbed your bag and lousily threw your books and some parchment inside before walking out of your room and towards the entrance of the common room.

The door opened easily and the first thing you spotted was his bright red converses, tapping against the stone floor impatiently. He ran straight to you and pulled you into a bone-crushing hug, which you enjoyed as much as it made you squirm, the pain in your muscles being very present. He started to slather soft kisses over your face when you gently pushed him off you. He looked at you with concern, trying to search for what was going on in your eyes.

“I’m sick,” you told him, still trying to move away from his grasp.

“Don’t care,” he said pulling you into a hug again. You shook your head but hid your face on his chest either way

“You’re gonna catch my cold.”

“Will be worth it as long as I can hug my birthday girl,” he said, still hugging you “And kiss her,” he whispered sneakily.

“James!” you whined, It was already hard enough to resist his charm without him actively trying to charm you.

“What’s the plan today?”

“Class, probably,” you said with a shrug and went back to look at your tie, attempting to tie it by yourself, only to groan and let it hang over your neck either way.

James frowned “You have a headache, don’t you?” You nodded as you leaned into his chest, not bothering to answer.

“And my whole body aches, I’m more sore than that one time we fell off the broom.”

James winced, remembering how bad that time had been “Moony should have something to help, let’s go!” He said, grabbing your hand and pulling you along with him.

“Where are we going?” You asked as you allowed him to pull you along.

“Gryffindor common rooms,” he said as he sneaked the two of you behind a statue.

“Your portrait’s not gonna let me in.”

James stopped and turned to you, taking your tie in between his hands and gently pulling it off your shoulders, it slid right off easily. He placed it in his pocket and took off his own, placing it over your head and accommodating the neck of your shirt with ease.

“The tie wasn’t the only…” you started, but he was already taking off his vest and putting it over your head. “But what about the…” With a swish of his wand, your robes turned wine red instead of blue. You started at the boy in disbelief “Could’ve just charmed my entire uniform instead…”

He shrugged “Maybe, but you look too cute in my clothes, there was no chance I passed the opportunity up.” You smiled and shook your head at his antics, he placed his hand over yours again and started dragging the two of you through the passageways until you were just outside of his common room. You stood beside him with an awkward smile as he told the lady the password. You swore she threw you a look, but instead of saying anything she just smiled, as if she knew something that you didn’t, and allowed the two of you to come inside.

You noticed some stares on James, but no one dared to say a thing as he pulled you along the stairs and towards his room, when he opened the door you spotted your two other boyfriends inside, Sirius was buttoning up his shirt and Remus was lacing up his boots.

“Happy birthday dove,” he said when he spotted you, finishing the bow he was working on and walking towards you in three long strides, he placed a hand on the top of your head, letting it gently fall down as he brought your forehead to his lips “what brings you here?”

“James,” you joked, you saw Sirius finish up his buttoning and he ran up to you, planting a kiss right on your lips, but you pushed him off with a worried expression and attempted to wipe his face with the sleeve of your hand.

“What’s with her?” Sirius asked when he finally managed to get your arm off his face.

“Says she’s sick,” responded James.

“I AM sick!�� you said “I had a cough drop in the morning, my head is dizzy and everything hurts. That’s why James brought me here.”

“I should have something to lift your spirits,” Remus said thoughtfully as he moved towards his desk and started rummaging through his medicine cabinet.

Sirius pouted “Does that mean you won’t kiss me today?”

“Well, I don’t want you to get sick too.”

“But it’s your birthday,” he argued “You should get all the kisses in the world.”

“Not at the expense of my boyfriends getting sick.”

Remus came over again, handing you a small potion “Should help with the pain and headache,” he said as he handed it over to you.

You took it in one go, “How long will it take for it to… oh.”

“Yeah,” Remus nodded with a smile “Pomfrey gave me the recipe for that time of the month, it’s great innit?”

You nodded in response and Sirius inched closer “Does that mean I can kiss you now.”

“Not because I don’t feel sick does it mean I’m not,” you scolded.

“What if we take something to stop us from getting your cold?”

“Is there such a potion?” James asked.

“‘Course there is, isn’t there Moony?” Sirius said looking straight at the boy in question, who quickly deciphered Sirius’ intentions and nodded “Yeah, yeah… I’ve got some in my closet.”

You narrowed your eyes at the boys, you knew of no such potion, but your head was a bit too cloudy to argue, and Remus was better at potions than you were anyway so you decided to trust them in this one.

Remus grabbed a small potion and they divided it between the three. Sirius smiled and brought you close to his face “Wicked! Now do I get to slather you with kisses?”

You looked at the boy, his curls falling beautifully at the side of his head, there was a slight blush on your cheeks as you nodded, but you weren’t quite sure if the blush was because of Sirius’ beautiful face, his adoring eyes, or because you were getting a fever, or perhaps all three.

He leaned in and placed a kiss on your eye “Happy birthday love,” he said and pressed a kiss on your other eye “Happy birthday,” he said and then pressed another kiss, this time on your cheek “Happy birthday...”

And he would’ve gone on, but James stopped him, removing the boy from your face, which earned him a glare “All right, that’s enough, you’re hogging her!”

“We should get to class,” you said as you grabbed Remus’ wrist and brought it closer to your face to check the time on his watch. It was something you did rather often, and Remus enjoyed it a lot more than he let on. There was nothing like the soft touch of your hands over his wrist, over anywhere on his body, if he was honest.

“Should we?” asked James as he placed a hand on your forehead “I don’t know sweetheart, it seems to me like you’re a bit too sick for class.”

You looked at him in disbelief “Too sick for class but not too sick to kiss you?”

“Hey I don’t make the rules,” he said raising his hand with a diverted smile “What do you think Pads? Does she look well enough for class?”

The boy in question placed a hand on your cheek, and looked at you attentively “Now that you mention it Prongs,” he said slowly “Our lovely Kquill does look a bit pale, doesn’t she?”

You took his hand off your face and turned to Remus, hoping he’d be the only sensible person left “Come on Rem, you know we have to go to class don’t you?”

He tilted his head “How many classes have you missed this year Sweetheart?”

“I…uh-“

“–She hasn’t missed any,” James said, very sure of his answer.

“I have.”

“Really? Which one?”

“I… I missed History of Magic last month.”

“And what else?” asked Sirius, stepping closer now.

You looked to the side “No-nothing else.”

“Then, my love,” Remus started “I think it’s best if you stay and rest. You said it yourself, just because you don’t feel sick anymore it doesn’t mean you’re not.”

James smiled and placed his hand over your shoulders “There we go sweets, Doctor Moony’s orders. You’re stayin’”

“What, you mean here?”

Sirius nodded, and with a wave of his wand both his bed and Remus were next to each other, making a huge one, another wave and there was soft rock playing in the background.

You raised your eyebrows “There we go luv, we can chill and listen to some of your favourite tunes,” he said with a smile “Your mixtape’s on.”

You still looked at the boy in disbelief, and then you heard a knock on their window. James frowned but approached it either way, an owl was waiting there, with a letter on its beak. James grabbed it and took a treat out of his pocket to feed the owl who hooted merrily before leaving, “It’s for you,” he said, walking towards you again.

“For me?” You asked confused.

“Yeah, go ahead, sit on the bed, you can read there more comfortably,” he added and held the letter between his hands as you tried to reach for it “Sit on the bed, I’ll bring it over,” he insisted.

You rolled your eyes and did as told “May I have my letter now?”

James nodded and handed it over, you looked at it and a smile grew on your face as you read the envelope “Oh! It’s from my brother!” you said as you unfolded it and started reading its contents. He was wishing you a very happy birthday, telling you how much he loved you but not to let it go to your head, and he also told you to kick Sirius in the balls if he kept trying funny things.

“What’s with the hate?” the boy said as he read the letter from over your head. You laughed, your brother had been the one to leave you at the station that summer, and he had seen Sirius approach and hug you from behind. But then he’d also seen the boy dig his head into your neck and give you a whiff, long story short, he thought Sirius was weird and that you should stay away from him. Of course, he had no clue Sirius was an animagus, and a dog no less.

You shrugged “He’s crazy let him be.”

“I just hope he doesn’t actually kick me on the balls next time we meet.”

“Don’t be so dramatic Puppy,” you told him as you ruffled his hair, he let his entire head fall over your lap then, looking at you contently. What a twat, you thought looking straight into his eyes and charming smile as you continued playing with his hair. Your brother had also left a couple of galleons on the letter, for you to buy yourself something next time you went to Hogmeade. Which is why you stopped playing with Sirius’ hair and left the letter on the table, the boy complaining just seconds afterwards.

James and Remus joined the two on the bed eventually and chilled for a while, Remus took out a book and you asked him to read out loud for you to listen, and he did, he was reading Peter Pan, and the story put you in a surprisingly good mood, even if you were in that place between sleep an awake as his soft and yet deep voice gently soothed you to sleep.

When you woke up the lights were off, you heard a couple of whispers coming from the door and you felt Sirius shift, you wondered how you’d ended up leaning on his chest but then you heard Remus whisper a spell and suddenly a bunch of candles had turned on and he and James were approaching you with the cake on his hands. You smiled, at their silly antics, the three of them started singing Happy Birthday.

“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear–“ they started. But the three of them said their own pet names to you which is why it turned into a completely uneven choir of “dove”, “Love of my life” and “Kquil”. Which obviously had you giggling.

“Come on make a wish,” James said once the cake was close enough.

You stared at him, taking a deep breath and leaning in to blow the candles, closing your eyes as you made your wish, more of this, you thought, more of them.

“Can we turn on the lights?”

James shook his head “We certainly can’t.”

“But I want to see the cake!” you said, “Where did you get it?”

“James made it sweetheart,” Sirius informed “That’s why he doesn’t want you to see it.”

You smiled at that and fetched your wand from the bed, using it to turn the light on and look at the cake, you smiled, they had used your favourite colour for the cover, and it was lopsided and uneven, with a “Happy Birthday Kquil” written with white on top. That was definitely Sirius’ handwriting, you could tell since it was the neatest part of the cake. You wonder how he could write it if you had been laying on his chest, but perhaps it was one of those mysteries you would never decipher.

“I love it,” you said honestly, as you dipped your finger in the soft buttercream and threw it in your mouth “Did you put flavouring on it?”

James smiled and nodded “It was Remus’s idea, to use extract of your favourite fruit.”

You smiled at the three boys, “Now give it a bite!” Sirius said, still from behind.

“What?” you asked in disbelief “Aren’t er gonna cut it?”

“Nah, it’s just for us,” James said “We brought spoons and we’ll eat it straight from the plate.

“That’s ridiculous!”

“It’s economic,” said Remus “less dishwashing.”

You gasped “You don’t do the dishwashing, Remus! The elves do.”

He shrugged “Yeah, less work for them, isn’t that better?”

You scoffed but smiled, “Fine then, with spoons it is.”

“But you still have to bite,” James insisted.

“What for?” You asked him.

“Cause it’s your birthday,” Sirius responded, “go ahead, give it a bite.”

You rolled your eyes but finally leaned into the cake, close enough to give it a small bite, and then you felt a hand push your head into the cake, you sprang back out with a gasp completely surprised and feeling a little betrayed by the boys.

“What the hell was that?”

“A tradition we read about in an old book,” James said with a shrug “They say is for good luck.”

“Good luck my ass,” you said as you started to wipe the buttercream with your hands, until you an idea popped into your head, with your hands filled with the creamy thing and them looking at you diverted and completely unassuming, you extended your hands towards both Sirius and James’ faces, successfully slathering with the meringue.

“How dare you?” James gasped with an amused expression.

“I’m just sharing the luck,” you said with a shrug and a small, innocent-looking smile.

Sirius was cleaning his face and hair, who’d also been the victim of the buttercream slathering, “Why is it that only me and James that got this mistreatment?”

You shrugged “Something tells me it was your idea,” you said as you shrugged and grabbed some of the cream from your face and dipped it in your mouth. Remus took his wand, and with a short spell vanished all the cream from your faces.

“Can we eat now?” he asked with a smile, handing everyone their own spoon. The cake might have been a little lacking on the decoration part, but the taste was so on point you asked James three times if he really had baked it himself.

“He did! I saw him!” Sirius said, “He was carefully measuring the ingredients and all.”

Maybe it’s the potioneer in him, you thought as you continued enjoying the cake, the rest of the night went on in fits of laughter and singing along to your favourite song, talking with the boys and in general just passing the time with them. It was absolutely lovely, even your sick birthday had been one of your best birthdays.

Later that week you figured the boys had lied to you and that the “contagion prevention” potion didn’t actually exist. You smacked them playfully but took soup up to their room several times. You still had James’ tie, and the lady from the portrait seemed to always be willing to let you in.

“Go take care of your boys,” she told you one time with the same enigmatic smile as the one on your birthday.

A/N: Hope you like this little thing sweetheart, and I hope it makes you feel better, even if it’s just a lil wee bit. It sucks to be sick on your birthday, but I’m sure you’ll be back up in no time, enjoying time with friends and loved ones, lysm.

PS. Sorry is there are any spelling mistakes, I really wanted to get this out and ready for you to read and I couldn’t spell check like usually…

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rafesapologist · 1 year ago

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the set up — rafe cameron; part four

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: you've been one of the pogues since childhood, and your loyalty has always lied within your friend group, who is practically your family. when a threat by the name of rafe cameron begins to threaten the pogue's plans, they assign you to gain the trust of the dubious kook and keep an eye on what he's up to. however, now it's been six months since your friends set you up to spy on the kook prince himself, but what you didn't anticipate was to fall head over heels for the boy. your relationship had soon become inviolable shortly after your guys' first exchanges, much to your friends' dismay, and you two became practically inseperable. that was, until rafe discovers the truth.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴(𝘀): cussing, mentions of violence, kind of fluff, lil bit of angst but not much.

author's note: so so sorry for this taking a few days to upload! i've been out of town all weekend and was getting ready for the eras tour concert i went to! i tried to write while i was at the hotel but it just wasn't happening (alcohol might've taken a part in that but anyways), regardless we're back and i'm excited to write for u guys again :)

It was Friday night and your heart was racing. Although you weren't entirely sure why you felt so queasy, you boiled it down to the fact that you were going to be spending the night surrounded by a bunch of Kooks. You realized ahead of time that you were going to feel completely out of place amongst the upper class clique, a group of people totally different than you. Truth was, you were a Pogue through and through. You resided on the south side of the island, also known as The Cut. A majority of the time you were with your friends at the chateau, hanging on the hammock with JJ, taking bikes to see the ocean, and maybe even at the boneyard, but in no ways was any aspect of your life as opulent as a Kooks', or even close to it.

Your first impression even matched your identity, a dead giveaway that you were undeniably a Pogue. In any other circumstance you would have embraced what position you were born into, but if you wanted to win over Rafe Cameron's heart, and trust, you were going to have to put in some substantial amount of effort to get to that point. Therefore, when the opportunity to go on a 'date' with Rafe was finally proposed, you went straight to Sarah to lend you the most full Kook outfit she had in her closet.

Despite hating the identity you were trying to hide behind, you had to admit that Sarah's sense of fashion was impeccable. Lucky for you, she dressed you in a sage green square neck gingham mini dress, with a small slit up the thigh that you knew would be observed by Rafe's wondering eyes. You needed this to work at all costs, even if it meant that you were losing part of your dignity by dressing up like a braggart.

"Are you excited?" Sarah asked through the speaker of your phone, her question clearly rhetorical and rather needling.

"I just want to get this over with." You admitted with a whine.

"Well, JJ and Pope are going to be there so it won't be so bad." Your cheerful blond friend encouraged you with a hopeful smile, which had the right intention but seemed to fail at getting you through the circumstances at stake.

"Yeah, that makes it even worse." You grumbled, fumbling with the hooks on your sandals hurriedly.

"C'mon, I know it's Rafe we're talking about but he seems to have some sort of interest in you, so you should be fine." Sarah inspirited your optimism against the obvious signs of uneasiness you had been exhibiting for an hour over the phone.

You sighed, figuring that Sarah truly did have a point. Rafe seemed to have grown some kind of absorption with you since you had started working at the golf course, which essentially was a part of the plan, but you never expected him to grow so fond of you so quickly. Who knew all it took was a short skirt and batting your eyelashes to get Rafe Cameron to fawn over you. Go figure.

"Yeah well- Shit." You were interrupted abruptly by the sound of knocking at your front door. The noise alone was enough to make your stomach turn, as if it wasn't already before. Your body temperature rose once it had settled in your mind that it was more than likely Rafe at the front door, probably waiting impatiently in that damn polo he always wears. In that moment you wanted nothing more than to sneak out your bedroom window and run far away, but that wasn't an option and this date was crucial in order to convince Rafe you were something special.

"What? Is he there?" Sarah asked with confusion at the sound of urgency in your voice.

"Yeah he's at the front door, I think. I gotta go, text you later." You waved off your friend in a hurry before ending the call. You began to scurry around your room in search for your most sweetly-scented perfume, hoping to advance your level of allurement with an aroma that would likely inveigle the nescient boy. You planned on getting him right in the palms of your hands, so you decided on a fragrance of vanilla with hints of gourmand notes.

You felt satisfied with your appearance once you got a glimpse of yourself in your bedroom mirror before you exited the room, thinking to yourself that Rafe was definitely going to have his eyes on you all night, and the thought alone had a fire lighting up in your stomach.

You opened the front door and was immediately met with the sight of the dirty blond Kook, a visual you were slowly starting to become oddly familiar with. Your first reaction was to take in the view as you surveyed his clean-cut appearance, but as your eyes trailed his tall stature, you realized he had been doing just the same back to you. The only difference was that his stare was much more intense with a hint of longing beneath it, and it made you feel small under his gaze as he inspected every inch of your body - especially the exposed portions of it.

"You look beautiful." Rafe acknowledged your graceful presence, silently admiring the way your dress adorned your figure remarkably.

You smiled in return, "You don't look bad yourself, Cameron."

Your comment earned a small smile from the boy, noticing that his cheeks began to blush at the same time.

"Just for you, princess." He teased in response, a remark that sent heat coursing through your entire body. Rafe was notably always making suggestive comments and phrases towards you at any chance he could get, but for some reason, the way his nickname for you rolled off his tongue made you feel like you could melt right then and there.

You followed closely behind him on the way to his car that had been parked in your driveway after quickly saying your goodbye's to your parents, only to be put into a state of shock when you had realized Rafe had opened the passenger door for you to get in. Your heart seemed to flutter once again at his gesture, an act of chivalry that you had never experienced before.

"Thank you." You expressed your gratitude for his actions with a feeble voice as you hopped into the sumptuous-looking car.

"No need to thank me, angel." Rafe expressed much to the liking of the butterflies floating in your stomach.

You watched as the broad blond entered the driver's side door and started the car engine, finding yourself fixated on the prominent veins in his arms and hands as he did so. You had thought to yourself that in that moment, despite all the chaos that surrounded Rafe Cameron, maybe he wasn't as awful to be around as you initially anticipated. Sure he was a bit tempermental at times, but never towards you. Matter of fact, you were quite sure that Rafe wouldn't raise a hand at you, one being because he was gentle with you in every interaction you two had, and two because he wouldn't dare take away his time to fawn over you. He didn't want to be the one to rip that smile off your face that captivated him so much.

You enjoyed the scenic view of the coastal town and all of its serenity, watching out the window as you peered up at the clear night sky above you as the moon lit up all that surrounded you. Perhaps you became a little too entranced in the view, a state of ambedo, since all of the sudden you were brought back into reality by the feeling of a warm hand gently placing itself on the top of your exposed thigh. Your eyes shot down to where the warmth was coming from, your eyes then trailing up from the hand on your leg all the way to Rafe's side profile. It seemed as though Rafe could sense your stare as he instinctively glanced over at you for a brief second, catching your gaze.

"Is this okay?" Rafe asked tenderly, motioning to his hand placement. The innocent gesture creating a moment of kairosclerosis for you, and even a little appreciation towards him. You swore to yourself that if you had told the other Pogues what had just happened within the previous ten minutes, none of them would have believed you. But it was all real, and you were there, experiencing the extent of Rafe's affinity that no one could imagine he had.

"Yeah it's okay." You flashed a small, yet accepting smile at him. Rafe seemed to take note of your assurance as you noticed the tension in his body language relaxed, his fingers sliding further into your inner thigh yet remaining in a place that wasn't too high up for you. It was clear Rafe had an awareness of your boundaries and didn't want to cross them, which you were thankful for.

"So, how does a girl like you end up with people like John B and JJ Maybank? I mean, I know you're a 'Pogue' and all, but those guys are total losers." Rafe inquired, causing you to frown subtly.

"They're still my friends," you defended, "and they've been there for me more than my actual family has." You admitted, your voice falling more quietly as you confessed.

"What do you mean by that?" Rafe questioned as he looked over at you with furrowed brows, contemplating the severity of the situation you were talking about.

"My parents don't care what I'm doing or where I'm at. I basically live at John B's house and the hardly notice when I'm gone," you scoffed to yourself quietly, "I'm in no better position than JJ or John B. Half the time it's like they're the only family I have."

Rafe frowned as you spoke, becoming evident that he was taking in your every word by the way his jaw clenched as you told him about your family situation. You had also noticed that his thumb began to rub against your skin in a soothing manner that sent cold chills throughout your body.

"I'm sorry. I know what it's like to have a kind of fucked up home life." Rafe joked dryly as he eyes stayed glued to the road ahead, his expression turning somber.

"How?" You asked, confused as to how someone as wealthy and affluent as Rafe Cameron could even began to understand the detriments of living in a bad home.

"My dad is a control freak who plays favorites. He always chooses Sarah, everything is always Sarah, Sarah, Sarah. She could run him dry and he'd still treat her like a fucking angel. Me, however, he could care less about unless he wants something done." Rafe groused while his grip on the steering wheel became tighter. You realized the subject of his father struck a nerve somewhere in Rafe, which was a cause for concern. If Ward had been that careless with his son, what was he willing to make him do for him?

You wanted to calm down the ill-tempered boy before you were going to arrive at your destination, mostly because you knew that if he showed up in such a state and spotted one of your friends, you would be screwed.

"Well it's any consolation, at least you have me to understand having a fucked up family." You quipped in the effort to try and make the atmosphere in the car light-hearted again. It seemed to have worked out though, because Rafe started to laugh back at you.

"That's right, at least I'm not a Pogue either." Rafe jested in return.

Your jaw dropped flippantly, pretending as if you were offended by his comment. "Oh, fuck off." You shoved his shoulder lightly.

"Just sayin'." He shrugged, still unapologetically chuckling at his own joke. What an ass. You thought.

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The two of you had finally arrived to the park in which the movie was set to play at. You realized upon arrival that practically everyone on the island was there, causing your heart to sink. If there was anything you hated, it was large crowds of people. Your breathing began to fasten as you observed the large quantities of individuals entering the place and taking their seats on the grass in front of the large projector screen. You fiddled with your hands and began picking at your fingernails in order to distract yourself from the anxiety that was brewing within you.

"You okay?" The sound of Rafe's baritoned voice breaking you out of your disassociation.

"Yeah," you replied mousily, "just hate big crowds."

"Well, you'll be with me and if anyone says anything to you I'll handle it myself." Rafe affirmed, lending you a hand to hold as you stepped out of the vehicle.

"Is your first instinct always violence?" You asked.

"Only if someone is messing with you." He smirked, taking your hand gently as he guided you over to the area in which his group of friends were sat.

You watched from behind Rafe as he greeted each one of his fellow Kook friends with handshakes and by dapping them up. The longer you stood and waited for him to introduce you to the rest of them, you could feel the awkwardness killing you internally. The thought of having to meet new people made you went to throw up already, let alone a group of stuck up Kooks who were seemingly intoxicated.

"This is y/n," Rafe finally turned around to acknowledge you, throwing his arms over your shoulders as he held you by his side proudly, "she's one of Sarah's friends."

"Didn't know you were banging your sister's friends now." One of the boys retorted, causing the entire group to snicker in return.

"Yeah yeah, fuck off, Ryan. You were fucking Kelce's sister for like a month." Rafe riposted at the snarky brunette Kook who quickly became quiet and practically mute following the comment.

"You did what?" Kelce asked furiously, glaring over at the other Kook who had his head hung low in order to avoid eye contact, and likely a bigger confrontation.

"Anyways, she's hanging with us tonight so don't be a bunch of dicks." Rafe asserted amongst the group, causing their full attention to advert to him. You were left in shock as you noticed they all obeyed to his demand without further question. You took it as a sign that Rafe was likely the ring-leader type of friend amongst his group of company. You had to admit though, the sight of all those Kooks taking orders from Rafe was humorous.

Eventually, you were able to take a seat next to Rafe on the set of lawn chairs that were scattered across the park. Quite honestly, you weren't paying attention to the movie that had just begun what-so-ever, too caught up in the way you were surrounded by a group of men that you barely knew at all. You tried your best to remain calm and collected in the given situation, trying to keep your attention on the screen in front of you, but your brain simply wouldn't retain any of what was happening on it. Rafe wasn't much help either, as he was too engaged in a conversation with Topper and Kelce to notice your boredom.

Until you heard the sound of someone behind you trying to gain your attention.

"Psst, y/n! Psst, over here!" You heard a familiar voice call out to you in an obnoxiously loud whisper. You quickly turned your head around as your eyes wandered the premise, seeing no sign of where the noise was coming from.

"Y/n, over here!" The voice half- whispeed, half-shouted again. This time guiding you to where exactly the sound was and who it was coming from. JJ.

"What the hell, JJ?" You mouthed in bewilderment, motioning your head over to Rafe who was merely 5 inches apart from you.

"Check your phone!" JJ mouthed back as he pointed down to the phone in his hands. You did as told and seen you had unread messages from your blond friend in your notifications.

*JAY-J <3: had to make sure you were safe from all those damn kooks*

You rolled your eyes at JJ's message, letting out a half-hearted laugh as you looked down at your phone. You had completely forgot who was sitting right next to you until you were caught off-guard by the sound of Rafe's voice interrupting you.

"Everything okay?" Rafe whispered to you as he looked at you with concern, mistaking the noise you made as a sigh instead of a laugh.

"Oh yeah, just breathing." You lied in an attempt to brush Rafe off, but you failed miserably at getting his attention off of you.

"Do you want something to drink? I can go get you anything if you want." He offered, which set off a light bulb in your head and a perfect escape plan to come into mind.

"Actually, I'll go get it," you smiled," I need to stretch my legs anyways, been sitting all day."

"Okay, I'll save your seat for when you get back." Rafe smiled as he watched you stand up from your seat. Part of you felt guilty for lying to the boy, but you needed to see your friend desperately and if you were surrounded by Kooks for any longer, you might have lost your mind.

*Y/N: meet me at the concession stand. i bought some time to get away from rafe for like 10 mins* You texted JJ in a hurry while you hastened over to the concession line. You stood off to the side of the building with your arms cross, standing up on your tip-toes occassionally to try and spot your friends among the sizeable crowd full on Pogues, Kooks, and Tourons.

You were taken by surprise once you felt a pair of hands grab you by the waist from behind, spinning you around to come face-to-face with sight of a blond boy who was a relief to see in that moment.

"JJ!" You squealed once you realized it was none other than your best friend with Pope accompanied beside him. JJ smiled in reaction to your excitement, taking you in once again and spinning you around in the air swiftly. You felt giddy as you felt JJ's hands hold your hips steadily, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck once he had placed you back on the ground.

"Alright guys, enough with the rom-com fest here. Rafe could find us at any moment." Pope interrupted your and JJ's moment of jubilation with his typical panic. You rolled your eyes at his pessimism, although he did have a point. If Rafe were to have spotted your Pogue friends, he might just kill them both.

"Good point." You agreed, taking a step back from JJ's embrace and looking at the two boys standing in front of you as they awaited your response, "I just needed to get away from all those Kooks for a minute. If I had to listen to them talk about Midsummers any longer I was going to drive my head through a wall." You griped.

"Wait, Midsummers?" Pope repeated back at you as though the topic sparked an idea in his mind.

"Yeah, that thing where a bunch of Kooks get together and play dress up." You stated, still in a state of confusion as to what was brewing in Pope's brain, considering he's always coming up with something.

"You should go with Rafe."

"What?" You and JJ both shouted in unison at Pope's absurd request.

"I mean, you wanna gain Rafe's trust right? It would be the perfect opportunity to do so. Meet his family, live like a Kook with him for a night. Plus, you won't even be alone. JJ and I are gonna be working there that night, and Kie and Sarah are still considered as Kooks so you know they're going, too. I don't think it's a bad idea." Pope explained.

"Pope, there's no way in hell she's going to-"

"I'll do it." You cut off JJ just before he could reject Pope's suggestion, causing both of the boys to look at you in disbelief.

"Y/n, what? Do you realize what you'd be getting yourself into?" JJ apprised much against his friend's idea. You knew it was just JJ being his normal stubborn self, but you didn't have time to pay any mind to it. You knew that Pope's idea was the best bet in order for you to work your way into Rafe's life with ease, and so you knew what you'd have to do.

"JJ, I know you're worried and all, but this is our only chance at getting one step closer into whatever fucked up plan Rafe and his dad are conspiring against us. It's either I do this, or we're done for." You pleaded up at the distressed blond who looked down at you with an earnest look in his eyes.

"JJ, she'll be fine. We're all going to be there so you know she won't be alone." Pope added.

JJ sighed in defeat, the realization that you weren't going to back down washing over him. He grazed his hands through his shaggy blond hair as he placed a hand on his hip, "If any of this goes wrong, I'll kill him." He warned.

"Everything is going to be fine, Jay." You reassured, stepping forward to place a quick kiss onto the apple of his cheek. His body seemed to relax some at the gesture, his hands falling to your hips again as he peered down at you.

"I'm serious, y/n. I've already got enough reason to punch that asshole right in his face, let alone if he does something to you."

"He won't. You need to trust me on that, yeah? I can assure you it'll all be fine." You convinced once again, looking over at Pope in hopes he would help the situation, but instead he looked back at the two of you with judgement.

"You guys are strange." Pope added, scoffing at your guys' obvious shared displays of affection. It wasn't abnormal for you and JJ to be so hands-on, especially in a time where JJ was in a state of worry. None of the other Pogues seemed to understand the relationship you and JJ had going on, but they chose not to question to because more than likely, you two barely even knew what was going on.

"Well, who do we have here?"

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the night it all began (fic)

jj maybank x fem!reader | part of the F.W.B universe, but can be read as a stand-alone too!

content warning: drinking; sex (protected; p in v)

word count: 3k

blurb: JJ Maybank has some corny-ass pick-up lines, and can't seem to back down from a bet, but maybe you might just give him a try anyway. What's one night, after all?

Sunset had turned dusk on the beach. There was the vague smell of smoke from the bonfire, sticking to everyone’s clothes, and beer, liquor and marijuana. Cigarettes and cider. The Boneyard was a free for all: Kooks and Pogues and tourists alike. If you wanted to let lose, maybe have a dance and shotgun a few beers, then you could. If you want to catch-up with your friends, make the most of the summer, then you could. And if you wanted a quick hook-up, be it a fling or otherwise, you could. That was usually the way JJ leaned.

JJ took a swig of his beer and looked around. John B was chatting away with Sarah, Kiara was in what appeared to be a rather deep conversation with some astrology-type girlies, and Pope was doing his best to make a move on a chick who was (unfortunately) clearly not interested. As he took in the sights, he noticed that off to the side there was a crowd, getting louder by the second. Curious, he wandered over, recognising Ricky from gym standing on the outskirts.

“Yo, Ricky,” he called, approaching. The red head turned around and grinned.

“Maybank! Where you been?”

“Oh, you know. Odd jobs and all that. Got myself a gig as a bus boy at some kook country club,” JJ said. They slapped hands and bumped fists in a casual handshake. Nodding to the gathering of people in front of them, he asked, “what’s all this?”

“This girl told someone that she can hold a handstand for one minute,” Ricky said.

JJ laughed. “What? Like it’s hard or something?”

“You think you can do it?” Ricky chuckled, eyeing him up.

“Bro, I can probably hold one for like five minutes,” JJ smugly said, taking another drink.

Ricky raised his brows and laughed, shaking his head. Then, he called a name. You turned around and smiled at the red head. Gesturing with his head to JJ, who stood beside him, he said, “Maybank here thinks he can beat you at your little handstand trick.”

Your eyes passed to JJ, smile turning into something just shy of a smirk, semi-suspicious. JJ’s first thought as you looked at him was simple: hot. His second thought came from the more sober side of him, calling out from the back of his brain: you might’ve over played your hand.

“Oh really?”

“You guys wanna put it to the test?”

“What’s it worth to me?” JJ asked you.

“Twenty?”

“Twenty?” JJ whistled. You walked over.

“Scared or something, blondie?” you wondered, arms folded over your chest.

He finished his drink and tossed it to the side, half surprised that he didn’t hear Kiara from afar telling him off for littering.

“Not at all, princess,” he replied, smirking.

“Yo! Head-to-head!” Ricky called, pointing to the pair of you. A few people caught on and began to gather around you and JJ in a circle. Some gave a whistle and some a few whoops and hollers of encouragement.

You and JJ moved so you were standing side by side. He watched as you cracked your neck and stretched your arms. The sage green top you wore rode up as you went, teasing to show the waistband of your bra. When you finished limbering up, you looked up at JJ.

"You sure you wanna do this?" you checked, cocky and self-assured.

“Get ready to get out your check book,” was all he replied.

“Oh, I think I have the cash,” you sardonically returned. Calling to Ricky, you said, “give us a countdown, dickwad!”

He did as you asked. Across the small crowd that had gathered to watch the ordeal, a tense excitement laid over them like a blanket. You and JJ flashed each other one last competitive grin.

“Three, two, one: go!”

The moment JJ’s hands met the sand, he realised how largely he’d misjudged both his handstand-abilities and the length of a minute.

It wasn’t that he wasn’t strong enough to hold his own weight, but more the lack of balance to keep from falling on his face. JJ imagined he looked something like a tree in the wind. He wondered how you were doing, waiting for the roar of the crowd when you would crash onto the floor. Grunting, he shifted one of his hands and focused on keeping himself upright. The people watching were still giving little cheers and whistles, some shouting his name and some shouting yours. It was a nice name. Matched you well, even though you’d barely said five words to him. You seemed nice. Funny. A little arrogant and cocky, though not in a pompous way.

Before JJ could catch his run-away thoughts, he’d lost his focus and his balance, and went crashing to the sand with a grunt. Laughter and hollers surrounded the two of you, and a couple of cheers for participation. JJ rolled his eyes and sat up, looking to his left to see you unphased by the commotion. Your eyes were closed and he watched as you steadily and slowly breathed in and out of your mouth. Face turning red from being upside down so long. He couldn’t help but smile at your concentration. It was a pretty cool party trick.

“That’s a minute!” Ricky called.

You gracefully lowered yourself back to your feet, opening your eyes. More cheers, more jeering, more noise. You laughed, somewhat bashful, and then looked down at JJ.

When you first extended your hand, he thought you were offering to help him up. That was until you said:

“Pay up, blondie.”

He laughed, shaking his head, getting to his feet. He retrieved his cap that had fallen off when the ordeal started, placing it on his head.

“You know, we never actually shook on it,” he told you.

Laughing, you retracted your hand and placed it on your hip. “You owe me, Maybank.”

“How ‘bout a drink instead?”

“From the open bar? What a treat.”

JJ laughed. “Take it or leave it, sunshine.”

He began walking towards the pile of bottles, cans and mixers. You followed.

“What you been drinking?” he asked, dropping to a squat to dig about.

“Vodka orange.”

“Alright then,” JJ mumbled. He looked around for the vodka and found some left-over orange juice. Going to grab a cup, he began to pour in the liquor. “Where abouts you from?”

“Weaver Street?” you say. Then, a hand landing on his, you laugh out, “easy! Jesus, hope you don’t work as a bar tender.”

“Lightweight,” he kids. He stops adding vodka per your request and tops the cup off with orange. “Good?”

“Great,” you smile, taking it from him.

“So, Weaver street?”

“Mhm.”

“Ain’t that near Kildare High?” he checks, running through his mental map.

“Yeah. I go there, actually,” you say, taking a sip of your drink. JJ takes a beer and then stands.

“Same here,” he tells you, cracking open the can. “How old did you say you are?”

“Seventeen.”

“Same here,” he repeats, half-laughing. You do the same. “How come I’ve never seen you around before?”

“It’s a big school. Maybe we've had a class together and just didn’t notice,” you shrug.

JJ looks you in the eye and smirks. “Nah. I’d remember seeing you.”

Rolling your eyes, smiling, you looking away then back. He's sure he isn't imagining the fluster in your smile. “Oh. Smooth.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you say, a little sarcastic. It makes him laugh. You’ve got a good personality. Pretty hair and pretty eyes. A nice body, too. He shamelessly takes a moment to take it in, looking you up and down.

“Your boyfriend gonna start looking for you soon?”

“Should I start making count of how many corny lines you throw at me?” you smirk.

“A man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do,” JJ shrugs, taking a swig of his drink.

“No boyfriend,” you eventually tell him. “Girlfriend?”

“That a question or an invitation?”

You laugh and shake your head. He smiles. You’ve got a nice laugh too. Jesus, it’s like you've come out of one of his fantasies. He's waiting for the catch: the reveal of some awful ex you're trying to make jealous, who dumped you yesterday, or the casual drop-in that you don't swing for boys. Until either of those scenarios, or something other, crops up, JJ decides to take a shot. You only live once, right?

“Wanna go for a walk?”

“With a total stranger?”

“Hardly,” he says. “I’m JJ. Maybank.”

“How do I know that’s your real name?” you wonder, feigning suspicion.

JJ laughs and rolls his eyes. “What, you need an ID or something? You know you’re kind of hard work, right?”

You don’t seem offended by this. If anything, you smile more. Shrugging, you innocently say, “I like to make guys work for it.”

Hot.

JJ takes another drink to help wash down your words. He asks your name and you tell him, and then you both drink again. His question from before still hangs in the air.

“Where’d this walk be to, anyway?” you ask casually.

He watches as you take a step closer, toes of your shoes almost touching his. He looks down at you and smirks. Good sign...

“Somewhere more private. How’s that sound?”

JJ wonders if he’s hallucinating for a moment because all of this is too perfectly lined up to be real. The way you sink your teeth into your lower lip, gnawing a second as you deliberate his offer before letting it go.

“Yeah. I’d say that sounds alright,” you smile sweetly.

JJ grins. Score.

The walk to the chateau isn’t awkward. JJ can feel the brush of your hand against his from time to time, but holding hands seems to intimate. Sort of ironic, considering where the night was inevitably going to lead. You make conversation easy. Unimportant things, like music and TV. He learns a few tit-bits of information about you. Your favourite show, where you've been working for some of the summer, favourite singer, dream gig...Trivial things but interesting, nonetheless. When you get to the chateau, he lets you in first.

“Welcome,” he says, moving to flick on the lamp.

You walk in and look around, then nod, smiling.

“Cosy,” you say politely. He watches as you go to look at some of the pictures on the wall.

JJ walks to the fridge and pulls it open, glancing in. Some leftovers from the other night and a couple of bottles at the back. He wonders about grabbing yourself and him one. “You want a beer or something?”

When JJ doesn’t get a reply, he stands upright, closes the fridge, and turns to check you’re alright. JJ’s surprised he doesn’t jump out of his skin when he finds you standing right in front of him. The surprise tumbles into pleasant shock when you press your lips to his. Then all of it vanishes altogether, as he comes to his sense. JJ kisses you back gladly, sliding a hand to your waist to pull you closer. One of your feet slides between his. He leans back against the fridge, grunting at the feel of the handle digging into his back.

“What’d you say we take this into the bedroom?” he asks against your lips.

“I'd say ‘that’s cheesy line number three’, but alright,” you reply, making him laugh.

Making out for a few minutes longer, the two of you eventually pull away long enough for JJ to guide you to the spare room. He flicks on the lamp beside the bed. The place is a mess, he knows, but that doesn’t matter right now. He tosses a couple things off the bed and onto the chaos accumulating on the floor, and then he’s pulling you to straddle him as he takes perch on the edge. Your arms loop around his neck, fingers sliding into his hair, and JJ rubs his hands up and down your thighs. Your skin smells like lavender and lemongrass, and some lingering smoke from the fire that had weaved into your hair and the cotton of your top.

JJ watches as you pull back with a breath, taking off your top and unclipping your bra.

“I like that top,” he mumbles as you do so.

“Thanks. I paid for it by betting against unassuming idiots in handstanding contests,” you hurriedly joke. Your lips are on JJ's again in a moment, cutting off his breathless laugh.

His hands inch up your skin until they’re at your chest, cupping and groping, his thumbs teasing at your nipples. You moan against him and JJ feels as you claw at his t-shirt. Pulling away, he tugs it off with your help, tossing it to the side. As if newly energised, your hands push at his shoulders, forcing him to lie down. He chuckles against your lips as you do, brows shooting up in surprise. Not shy, then, and maybe not a bottom.

When JJ's fingers find the button of your shorts, he pauses long enough to ask, “is this okay?”

“I’ll tell you if anything isn’t,” you reply in a breath. With that quick and simple mark of consent, JJ doesn't plan to waste any time.

It’s a strange and slightly awkward dance as your shorts and panties are taken off. By the end of it, you’re on your back and JJ’s on top. The make-out continues as his fingers trial down your skin, starting at your neck and ending below your waist. You’re wet; JJ groans at the feel of his fingers easily slipping between your folds, and you let out a quivering breath.

“Guess my pick-up lines were working, huh?”

“Don’t ruin it,” you mumble. JJ worries he has a moment until he looks up from his hand to catch your lazy smile.

JJ chuckles against your neck before becoming distracted by leaving a hickey. At the same time, he starts working you open. Every moan and whine you give makes him harder, and by the time you come, he’s desperate for some relief, shamelessly rubbing against your thigh. Easing his fingers out, he carelessly wipes the slick on your leg. You coax his lips back to yours and somehow find a way to be on top again. If JJ wasn’t so horny, he’d laugh.

The feeling of your hands on his zipper, beginning to pull down his shorts and boxers, has his mind going blank of anything but being inside of you. Once they’re on the floor with the rest, both of you free of any modesty, you straddle him again. There’s a momentary accidental brush that has you both moaning.

“Wait. You got a condom?” you pant, opening your eyes. JJ opens his too and almost comes at the sight of you on top of him. Get it together, Maybank.

“Yeah, yeah. Beside table. Top drawer.”

As JJ speaks, he attempts to grab at the handle, but you lean over and dig about for one instead – mumbling ‘I’ve got it’. It gives him a moment to kiss at one of your breasts, mouthing at your nipple. The nails of your spare hand dig into his shoulders. When you pull back, you’ve got a condom in hand. Placing it on him, wriggling down onto his thighs a moment, JJ tries not to come at the brief hand-job.

Then, you’re sinking down on him and he forces his eyes open long enough to watch as your head tilts back, neck on proud display, mouth open in silent pleasure. The rest is like a haze. The feel of you on top of him, his head pressed back into the pillows, zips of pleasure and adrenaline and dopamine in his fingers as they come to rest on your hips and waist, feeling like shoots of electricity. He keeps fighting and failing to keep his eyes open and watch as you get yourself off on him. When he feels your pace falter, he helps you ride him. Your hands are on his chest, fingers forming tiny scratch marks. The sounds of it all are obscene: skin slapping skin; moans; whines; groaning and panting. If there’s a hell, JJ’s sure there’s a seat reserved with his name on it. Thank God.

“You close?” JJ manages to ask, knowing that he definitely is. He watches as you nod, barely able to form words. You're looking down now, hair falling to hang over your face. He can make out your teeth biting down into your lower lip before you can't help but moan; how your eyes are squeezed shut in insurmountable pleasure.

Somehow, JJ finds enough energy to flip the two of you. It catches you a little by surprise; makes you gasp. As he drives into you, hands either side of your head, holding him up, you moan at the new angle.

JJ can’t help but come at the sight of one of your hands moving down to toy with your clit. It doesn’t seem to matter though, because he feels you clench around him a moment later: again and again. You let out an almost silent, shaky moan. Almost.

JJ drops his forehead to your shoulder, panting, and the two of you ride it out. When he finally slows to a stop, JJ takes a moment to rest inside of you, gently sinking to lie on your chest. It's rising up and down with uneven breaths. He presses a lazy kiss to your damp chest.

“You good?”

You nod. “Yeah.”

Pulling out – the two of you sighing, still sensitive – JJ reluctantly moves away to deal with the aftermath. When he turns back to you, you’re rubbing at your eyes and moving to sit up.

“Where’s your bathroom?” you wonder, a little tired.

Pointing vaguely at the door, JJ replies, “first door on your left.”

You nod and get up with a groan. JJ can’t help but grin, a little smug, as you take a moment to collect yourself. Then, you’re heading to the bathroom. You don’t get dressed but he figures that you must’ve clocked that you have the place to yourselves, considering there were no attempts to be quiet.

As you’re doing your business, JJ rakes his fingers through his hair and lets out a sigh. God, he’s sweaty. He’ll get a shower after you leave.

Looking about for some boxers, he grabs a pair off the floor and tugs them on. He settles to sit on the bed and closes his eyes, gathering himself. That was good. Really good. He’s starting to feel the itch to have a smoke, to help the come down. He hears the bathroom’s pull-cord light click off and the door open, followed by his. He watches as you don’t acknowledge him and begin to look for your clothes. It’s routine-like, as if on autopilot. He keeps watching as you get dressed, but you don’t seem to complain.

By the time you get to your shoes, wrestling with the laces that seem to have gotten themselves in a knot, JJ can’t hold the question in any longer. You’re so casual about the whole thing, it just makes him curious.

“You do this a lot?”

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