witchofawoman

[witchofawoman]

LATE NIGHTS

1. Blooming

featuring : jj maybank x kook!reader

summary : growing up in kildare seems like a dream, especially as a kook and even more if they were you, everyone woukd kill to be you : you were rich, everyone loved your family and most of all you were going out with him : Rafe. But behind closed doors, everything was different...

words count : 1.5k

warnings : drug and alcohol usage, explicit content, angst, violence, smut, addiction, cheating, unprotected sex.

a/n : I'm sorry if this is baddly written, this is my first book and I will try to do my best

You were always partying. No one truly cared about you; they only cared about whether you’d attend their party. Your presence was a symbol of status. You had everything that could elevate someone socially: connections, image, and wealth. But for you, parties weren’t about social standing. They were an escape. You drank, smoked, and did drugs, not for fun, but to numb yourself. What started as an indulgence became an addiction.

Everyone wanted to be your friend, but no one truly cared about you. On the surface, they treated you as their friend, but it was one-sided. They never asked how you were, even as you spiraled at their events. You would take whatever was available : pills, weed, alcohol. Just to escape and forget your problems.

Behind closed doors, the "kook princess" title meant nothing. Your parents didn’t care about you. They gave you everything you wanted but never noticed when you began self-harming. They were too absorbed in their own lives, often away in another part of the country. Yet, they demanded perfection to protect their image. Any scandal involving you would bring their wrath.

Your boyfriend was no different. Like your parents, he only cared about appearances. He stayed with you because you were the ideal trophy: calm, compliant, and perfect. He controlled you, loved having that power, and dismissed your feelings. Even when you learned about his multiple affairs, you didn’t react. He saw you as a submissive little doll.

To the world, you were perfect. People thought you were a ray of sunshine : effortlessly beautiful, always saying the right things. But at parties, you let your mask slip. You attended every parties in Figure eight, always showing up even when your soul screamed to be elsewhere.

One summer evening, you went to the annual bonfire, but this this time it was in The Cut. You arrived with Rafe, but he quickly disappeared with a touron. Left alone, you filled a cup with a random drink. Sarah was there too, but she soon left to be with her boyfriend. You danced for a while, but the urge to smoke overwhelmed you. Seeking solitude, you wandered to the water’s edge, sat on the sand with your toes in the surf, and lit a joint.

As you stared at the waves, lost in thought, someone approached. You didn’t turn to look until he spoke.

“Hey.”

“Hi,” you replied coldly.

“That’s not very polite. As a kook, you should know what respect is,” he teased, pulling out his own joint. He asked for a lighter, and you handed it to him, briefly locking eyes. That’s when you recognized him: JJ Maybank. You didn’t care for him, mostly because of his constant run-ins with Rafe. You thought he was reckless, but beyond that, you knew little about him, except that he was a Pogue and had a troubled upbringing.

When he handed the lighter back, he smirked. “What’s Y/N Y/L/N doing in The Cut?”

You sighed, not wanting to answer. After taking one last hit from your joint, you stood to leave, but he grabbed your wrist, pulling you closer. The touch unsettled you, not in a bad way, but in a way you didn’t expect.

“What are you doing here, huh? And why aren’t you with your sweet little boyfriend?”

You yanked your hand away. “It’s none of your business, Maybank.”

His smirk widened. His piercing blue eyes held yours, making it impossible to look away. “Let me guess, he ditched you for another girl.”

His words didn’t sting. You were relieved whenever Rafe wasn’t around. He was toxic, manipulative, and full of himself. You sighed again, which JJ took as confirmation.

“Oh, I see. It doesn’t bother you, does it? Is it because he’s a trainwreck, or…” He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a whisper near your ear. “Is it because he can’t fuck you right?”

He wasn’t wrong. Rafe was selfish, in and out of bed. He never cared about your needs, only his own gratification. You remained silent, but JJ saw through you. His smirk grew, and his gaze deepened as he looked into your eyes, devoid of any spark.

Then, without warning, he kissed you. You should have pushed him away, but you didn’t. Instead, you kissed him back. His touch made you feel weak in a way you hadn’t felt before. The longing in your eyes didn’t escape him, and soon, the two of you found yourselves at the Chateau, lost in each other.

Piece by piece, your clothes fell away, each barrier removed with deliberate care. He didn’t rush or treat you as an object to conquer. For the first time, you felt truly seen—not as an image or a facade, but as a person stripped of all pretense.

His lips followed the path of his hands, leaving a trail of soft kisses and tender marks across your skin. When he paused in front of your most sensitive spot, his eyes locked with yours, silently asking for permission. A simple, desperate “Please” escaped your lips, and that was all he needed.

He began with his tongue, moving in rhythmic circles over your clit, making you gasp with pleasure. When he slid a finger inside, your body arched instinctively, and soon, he added another, intensifying the sensation. You became a trembling, moaning mess, his name spilling from your lips like a prayer. With every movement, he seemed to unravel you further, taking you to places you’d never been before.

Your hands gripped his blonde hair tightly as the tension within you grew unbearable. “I’m gonna—c-cum, JJ,” you managed to stammer, your voice quivering as your body reached its peak. He responded by quickening his pace, pushing you over the edge. Your vision blurred as you cried out his name, your release overwhelming you completely.

He moved back up to face you, placing gentle kisses on your lips as if to ground you. The intimacy between you felt electric, but you wanted more. He seemed to sense it, turning you over so your back pressed into the soft pillows. As he teased your entrance, you couldn’t help but let out a string of curses under your breath.

Despite the passion, guilt crept into your mind, you were cheating on your boyfriend, and with his nemesis, no less. But those thoughts vanished the moment he entered you fully. A gasp escaped your lips as he started slow, allowing your body to adjust. “You’re so tight, Y/N,” he murmured, his voice laced with pleasure. Soon, his movements quickened, and the two of you were lost in each other, the world outside forgotten.

Every thrust hit the right spot, sending waves of pleasure through your body. The tension built again, and you felt yourself nearing another climax. “JJ, I—” you tried to speak, but your words dissolved into incoherent moans as your body convulsed around him.

He didn’t stop, driving you further into overstimulation as he chased his own release. When he finally found it, he stilled, his warmth filling you completely. You lay together in the aftermath, your bodies tangled and hearts racing. You kissed him deeply, savoring the connection you’d shared.

But as the euphoria faded, reality crept back in. You had a boyfriend. This moment, as incredible as it was, could never happen again. And yet, lying there in his bed, you couldn’t help but wish it could.

a/n : I'm sorry, I know it's not really great, but tell me if you want a Part 2 or smth 🙏🙏