SOBBING I LOVE THIS

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reader scolding jj over something and he just keeps kissing her lips and she’s just stumbling over her words each time he kisses her 😫

i fucking love this idea omg

You'd been lecturing JJ for the past ten minutes, or trying to, rather, because he's just been standing there with a smirk on his lips and a dazed look on his face. He's in dreamland, and you can't for the life of you figure out how he even managed to get there given the current circumstances.

"JJ, focus," you huff, pinching the bridge of your nose in annoyance. "I'm trying to talk to you here."

"I am focused, baby," he speaks, walking closer to you. His large palms rest on your hips as he tugs you closer. "You're sexy when you're mad, y'know that?"

You let out a groan. "J."

"Okay, okay. Go ahead, pretty girl." His thumbs rub circles into your hipbones as he tries his best to hear you out.

"I asked you to clean up while I was gone. I get back, hours later, and you're still in the same spot. Now I have to clean up on top of everything I've had to deal with today at work and I-"

You're cut off by JJ's lips, pressing against yours as he tries to soothe you. You sigh against his lips, half-annoyed and half-wanting. Annoyed because he isn't taking you seriously, but wanting to give in to him. Wanting to let go of your so called anger and let him continue to love on you. Your hands press against his chest, pushing him away.

"J..."

"Hm?" He hums, his lips moving on to your jawline and up to your cheek.

"You aren't listening to me," you whine, trying not to melt into his touch. Him and those damn lips. They were like an addiction you couldn't kick.

"'M listenin' just fine," he murmurs against your cheek.

You cock your head to the side. "Then what'd I just say?"

He pulls back, giving you a cheeky grin. "You said I wasn't listening."

"You aren't funny," you glare. He hums at you again, going back to kiss you. You shove him away, watching him pout. "Stop it. I'm mad at you."

JJ kisses your lips again, then your cheek, your other cheek, your forehead, the tip of your nose, and your chin. He's smiling against your skin as he watches you fall back. "You can be as mad as you want, baby. I'm still gonna be here kissin' you."

"JJ, I asked you to do one th-thing," you speak, stammering as JJ's lips now find your neck. "I really n-needed your help, a-and you just— shit. Stop, this isn't fair."

He kisses your lips again. "Keep talkin' baby. Tell me how I can fix it."

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do u ever just get SO excited to shift that you clench your ass cheeks? yeah same.

“happy reading, pretty girl.” 👖⬇️

thats all i gotta say.

UNDERCOVER — j.m

day five how you get the girl with jj maybank

pairing jj maybank x fem!reader

summary you and jj navigate through the changing feelings of your friendship.

warnings fluff, mutual pining, mentions of a physical fight (reader), smoking a joint, i think that's all but let me know.

obx week ‘23 masterlist ;; jj masterlist

JJ had never been one to crack open a book. He rarely did so for school, and never did so for leisure. 

You, on the other hand, were your happiest when you were curled up with a good romance novel propped up in your lap. 

One afternoon, you’d dragged JJ to the bookstore over on Figure Eight. The scent of aged paper and the soft creak of the wooden floorboards flooded your senses as you perused the shelves. JJ lingered behind you, watching your fingertips glide over the spines of each book and carefully removing the ones you planned to buy. 

By the time your arms were filled with books (not including the one’s JJ had taken over for you), you made your way up to the cash register. Your eyes locked on a novel you’d sought after for ages, and you pouted. 

“Damn it. The one time it’s here and I’m already over my monthly budget.”

JJ listened intently. He didn’t say much, but he made a mental note of your wish and stored it in his memory bank for later. 

Two weeks after, you received a mysterious package lying on your front porch. You opened it once you got inside, and you were greeted by the sight of the very same book you’d longed for but weren’t able to take home with you. 

A handwritten note accompanied the gift: “Happy reading, pretty girl. From, JJ.” 

Happy tears welled up in your eyes as you held the book close to your heart. JJ had not only listened to your words, but had taken the time, effort and last few scraps of his money he had to fulfill your wish. The cherished gesture spoke volumes about how he cared for you, how he’d do anything to see that stunning smile on your face. It was the kind of thoughtfulness that made you rethink your connection with him. 

That evening, you showed up to the chateau unannounced. You pulled JJ into your arms, squeezing him so tightly that his organs felt as if they were shifting. You pressed three kisses to his cheek, hearing his melodious laughter filling your ears. 

“Woah, what’s with all the love?”

Your hands braced on either side of his neck. “You got me my book. You’re amazing.”

He shrugged casually. “It wasn’t a big deal, princess. I know you were bummed that day when you couldn’t get it. Just wanted to do somethin’ nice for you. You deserve it.”

“Well, well. How the tables have turned.” JJ couldn’t wipe the smirk off his face as he tended to the cut etched over your cheekbone. He’d placed an ice pack over your bruising knuckles, and was now using a q-tip to clean and disinfect the small gash on your face. 

“Shut up, JJ.” 

“‘M just sayin’. You’re always scolding me for picking fights, and yet, here you are doin’ the same.”

He was right. You did lecture him every time he got into a fight with someone the way a parent would with their child. You'd be fuming, telling him that he shouldn't let people's comments get to him, that they aren't worth his time.

You shot him an irritated glare. “Watch it, or you’re next.”

“Woah. Cool it, Southpaw. No need to get feisty.” 

He was enjoying every second of that role reversal far too much. The permanent smile on his lips was enough proof of that fact. 

JJ helped you off the counter, holding your hips steadily as he walked behind you and followed you into your bedroom. You both got all cozy beneath your comforter, and JJ’s arm slung itself over your shoulders. 

“You could’ve taken it easy on her, though. You yanked her hair out.” 

“And I’d do it again. She was a bitch,” you huffed. 

“So you really aren’t gonna tell me what happened, then?” He asked, watching as you flipped your TV on and started to scroll through Netflix in search of something to watch together.

You hadn’t told JJ that the reason the fight broke out was because that poor girl had made the mistake of telling you that JJ would never be interested in you. That she’d done all sorts of dirty things with him, and you’d never get to say the same. That you were a fool to even have eyes for him. 

“It was dumb. She just, she pushed my buttons, that’s all.”

The hand on your shoulder moved to smooth down the hair atop your head. “Well, fuck her.” 

“Why? You already did.”

He could sense the icy tone in your voice, and he felt your body grow rigid. His brows furrowed. “What? No I didn’t.” 

It was your turn to be confused. “What do you mean?”

“Dude, I don’t even know her name. I’ve seen her a few times at the boneyard, but, I’ve never hooked up with her. Never even spoke to her.”

Your silence was enough to tell him that he’d been the reason you got into that tussle. The same smirk from earlier found his lips again, and he pulled you closer into him. 

“You tellin’ me you got into that fight ‘cause you were jealous, pretty girl?” 

You kept your focus on the TV, muttering at him to be quiet. 

He laughed softly, using his other hand to turn your face toward him. His bright eyes found your nervous ones, and he gave you a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry, princess. I wouldn't choose anyone over you.” 

And with that, he turned his attention to the show you’d chosen as if what he’d just said had been a casual thing. Your heart stammered, and butterflies erupted in your stomach. 

Did this mean you had a chance?

You were laying in the hammock at the chateau, smoking a joint that’d you’d stolen from JJ’s stash. The gentle sway and creaking of the ropes were a comforting sound. Your mind was lost deep in thought, and the subject taking up your mind was none other than JJ. Lately, things had been changing between the two of you, and you couldn’t help wonder where it was all heading. 

As if he sensed your crowded mind, JJ appeared as he hopped down the stairs outside and approached you with a comforting grin. He plucked the joint from your fingertips, hitting it and exhaling the smoke with a chuckle when you frowned at him. 

“Hey. I was smoking that.”

“It’s mine now.” 

After the two of you finished smoking, he put the joint out and he extended a hand toward you. “Come on. Take a ride with me.” 

You accepted his hand and let him guide you to the pogue. The anticipation built in your chest as the two of you glided across the water of the marsh. The breeze tousled your hair, and the stars were beginning to take over the sky, sparkling beautifully.

JJ was the first to break the silence. “You looked like you had a lot on your mind back there. You wanna tell me what’s goin’ on?”

You gave him a faint smile. “Just thinking about stuff.” 

He raised an eyebrow, the curiosity in his face evident, even in the dark. “Stuff, huh? Care to expand on that?” 

He was always so perceptive, especially when it came to you, so it was a difficult task to hide anything from him. You took a deep breath and decided to take a chance. “I’ve been thinking about us, J. It just, it feels like there’s something more going on with us lately, and I can’t help but wonder where its’ going.”  

JJ leaned back against the chair beside you, looking into your gaze nervously. “You noticed that too, huh?”

You nodded, your heart now in your throat. You couldn’t tell if his response was a positive or negative one. “Yeah, and I don’t know about you, but it’s been driving me a little crazy.” 

“Well, pretty girl, since we’re both goin’ a little crazy, how about we do something about it?”

A puzzled look washed over your features. “What do you mean?” 

He hooked index finger under your chin and used it to fix your gaze on him. Then, his hand moved to cup your cheek. His thumb smoothed atop your cheekbone, and before you knew it, his lips met yours. The kiss was soft and sweet, full of all the yearning the two of you had felt for the past couple of months. Your cheeks flushed with warmth as your hand found the back of his neck, and your fingertips wove into the hair that sat at the nape of his neck. You urged him closer to you, and melted fully into the sweet moment. 

Breaking away, he smiled at you. “There’s somethin’ here, princess. Somethin’ special, and I really don’t wanna hide from it anymore. I like you. Like, a lot.”

Your heart soared. “I feel the same way, J. I have for awhile now.” 

“Yeah?” 

You nodded with a shy smile. “Yeah.” 

You two shared another intimate kiss, this time throwing yourselves into it completely as you were now devoid of the fear that had been holding you back for so long. His touch was warm, and everything felt so right. There wasn’t anyone else you wanted like this, no place you’d rather be. All you wanted was JJ, and all JJ wanted was you. 

“So, like, you’re my girlfriend now, right?”

You laugh softly. “I better be after that kiss.” 

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jj loving to kiss all over the reader ecspecially in the morning 😩😩

i love this thank you anon

JJ loves to kiss you. He lives for it. If he could do one thing for the rest of his life it would be kissing you. The rest of the pogues are tired of you two always making out.

You guys were out in the front yard talking and just relaxing. You would be on his lap because even if there was enough chairs JJ would insist you sit on him.

It was completely innocent at first, JJ just wanting to be close to you. His hands rest just under your shirt on your hips. He would start on your shoulder leaving gentle kisses. Then he would move to your neck.

JJ would proceed to move your hair out of the way. Then he would suck harshly on the skin of your neck. You were in the middle of a conversation with Sarah when you started to become distracted. JJ was licking and nipping at your neck.

Eventually JJ was satisfied with the work he did on your neck. Then he became hungry for your lips. The conversation with Sarah had died as she could tell you were getting busy.

JJ took your face in his hands and turned you towards him. You readjusted yourself so you were straddling him and facing him. He delicately placed his lips on yours.

JJ was greedy with the kiss. He devoured you. Your lips moved together in sync. JJ started to smile into the kiss. Then he pushed his tongue through your parted lips. Your tongues massaged each other’s.

You and JJ continued to make out completely oblivious to the audience around you.

Kiara coughed, “get a room!”

You simply held up your middle finger up and continued kissing JJ.

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But in the mornings it’s a whole different story.

Lips pressed to your skin would be the first thing you registered when you woke up. JJ was kissing up your spine. Next he would attack your shoulder blades.

Then JJ would roll you onto your back where he can kiss on your neck.

“Morning baby,” JJ mumbled into your neck his voice raspy.

“Morning J,” you replied.

JJ then moved to your jaw leaving wet kisses there.

“I could kiss you all day long,” JJ announced.

You giggled as his kisses tickled. JJ then began kissing your cheeks, then your nose, your forehead, your eyelids and finally your lips.

JJ rolled on top of you as you kissed. JJ explored your mouth. When the need for air became to strong you pulled away. JJ chased your lips.

“Just a second J,” you pleaded.

“Your killing me pretty girl,” JJ responded

“I’d kiss you for forever if you’d let me. I can’t get enough of you,” JJ added.

brb dying

Slow dancing with JJ...

JJ Maybank wasn't one for dancing. He would do it whilst drunk, a bit of fun with friends or for a joke to make John B smile when the boy was down. But JJ wasn't a dancer. You wouldn't catch him dead slow-dancing to some sweet, romantic song with any girl. Unless of course, that girl was you.

When you asked him to dance, everything changed. His views on the concept shifted like puzzle pieces finding a new form, and when he took your hands in his, he was comfortable handing his whole life over to the soft embrace of said romantic tunes he claimed to hate. He would slow dance with you until he couldn't stand any longer, and even then, he didn't think he'd want to stop. Having you so close to him, your arms over his shoulders, fingers tangled in the hair at the nape of his neck. His own body pressed to yours, hands on your hips, or resting delicately on your back. In the small moments where he chooses to dance with you, and only you, he understands just how deeply in love he's fallen. So much so that's he's entirely willing to do something he otherwise wouldn't be caught dead doing.

"You wanna dance?" it gets to the point where he's the one asking you, his need to feel your gentle affection, that bonded closeness he can find as he sways with you taking over. The other pouges can't help but tease him and yet, he can't bring himself to care if they do. He's in too deep, drowning in all thoughts of you and the worst part is he doesn't want to be saved. If this is what his life is destined to be, long nights with your body grazing his, your head on his chest as the music slows, he wants to live so badly that it might just kill him.

JJ hates dancing, but he would fight a thousand wars just to dance with you.

BRB WHILE I SOB AND DIE.

A/N: just a little blurb of the pogues curing a sad night because i finished obx s3 and i felt like it. w.c: 656 pairing: the pogues x gn!reader (platonic)

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masterpost

“why don't you let me wallow in peace?”  

you mumble after taking a sip of your beer. you felt when a group of warm bodies approached your personal space. the pogues never knew the meaning of leaving you alone.  

“because we don't wallow alone. if we're gonna suffer, we'll suffer together.” kiara chimes in from your side. when jj nudged your thigh with his feet you finally drifted your attention from the night sky to look at them.  

pope offered you a plastic cup. you stared at it suspiciously.  

“for the hangover tomorrow,” 

you lifted an eyebrow, a lazy smirk growing in your mouth. “what hangover? I've barely had three of these, pope,” 

“add another three beside that one and it's about the right amount.”  

“shut up, jj.” 

“he's right,” you looked up with a glare, finding john b pulling his hat off to lay it over your head. he sat down on the grass, in front of all of you. “stop drinking over your sorrows. it's not healthy.” 

“yeah, okay, dad.” you spurt out, annoyed. you had the cup pope outstretched to you between your fingers anyway. “like you don't do the same.” 

“i'm a changed, man,” john b gave you a sly grin.  

you rolled your eyes. 

at some point, a conversation about which is the bigger fish started and you got lost when jj begin to list every rich boat model — he knew a lot of those. when did the subject even reach that? 

“i miss her,”  

it was more of a whisper in your head. an ongoing lyric that never ended and you couldn't tune it out because it had a strong grip in your brain.  

break-ups happened all the time. you know it. you've been through it before. but now it felt like... like the pain would never go away. it would never leave you. you gave your heart, again, and someone sticked glass into it, again.  

why did you even try? 

“i know,”  

you heard kiara say and that's when you finally realize everybody had gotten quiet, exchanging looks. oh, so you had spoke out loud.  

great, you didn't even have control over your tongue anymore. 

“but it gets better,” she leaned her head on your shoulder, moving her hand to intertwine with yours quietly. “i promise.” 

“it doesn't feel like it,” 

“but it will,” it was pope who spoke, “nothing that is able to get worse isn't able to get better.” 

you stood quiet at that, absorbing the saying. your eyes glazed over the water again and you lift it to your lips, gulping it down with a grimace. you didn't think you had had any water in the whole day.  

jj let out a snicker from your lap, he had laid down on it at some point. “where did you take that out from, pope? fashion magazine?” 

“he'll be a great philosopher some day,” john b raised his beer and kiara clincked it with her ring. “... quoted in all textbooks at universities like harvard and shit.” 

“ah, screw you, I'm just trying to make them feel alright, okay?” he protested pushing them off as they laughed. 

cracking out a smile, you touched his shoulder softly, mouthing a thank you. he nodded and smiled.  

“you have us, you know?” you glanced down at the blond. “no matter what happens, no matter what goes down, you'll always have us.” 

“preach, maybank,” kiara said, flicking his exposed forehead. he groaned, flipping her off as he settled more comfortably in your thighs.  

your chest then bubbled with a warm sensation, something that resembled safety. no. it was definitely, safety. your friends were you safe haven in the middle of the chaos. there was no way you were able to be sad with any of the pogues around, they made sure a smile always danced in your lips. and you were grateful. because lovers come and go, but your friends? that was forever.  

accurate

grocery shopping w jj bc you know that man sits in the goddamed grocery cart

you're so right bestie 😌 send prompts to my ask box !

jj jumps out the car the second you've put it into park, "i'm going to get a cart!" he slams the door, making you flinch and then takes off towards the shop, behind the car

you sigh and flip the visor down, checking your hair in the tiny mirror before looking in the wing mirror, "jesus christ," you mumble, seeing jj throwing himself into the cart, legs in the air. you scramble to grab your keys, wallet and phone before hopping out of the car

the boy slowly rolls towards you, a grin on his face, "push me" he says, the wheels on the cart clacking as he draws closer

you cross your arms over your chest, "no j, get out" you say and look around to check for cars as he comes across the parking lot.

"no" he says simply. the cart starts to turn with his weight being on one end, he cranes his neck to maintain eye contact with you. he shakes his head to emphasise his answer

in his journey he's started to gain speed, you stare at him blankly as you move towards the back end of your car, "j, i'm not pushing you"

"sure you are" he replies full of cheek, "can you stop me before i hit the car" he rushes out metres from your car. you stick your foot out, bumping the wheels when the front of the cart is just inches from the back bumper

you realise jj is not going to get out the cart and while locking him in the car seems tempting you know he will manage to fuck something up, last time he took the handbrake off to see how far he could roll, he hit another car.

"push me!" he says again, putting his arms up in the air like he's on a roller coaster. people walk past staring at you and your child of a boyfriend, you chuckle at the stupidity of the situation

"fine but if a worker tells you to get out, get out" you grab onto the handles and pull, turning him around and then stride towards the store. jj waves his hand up at you as you enter

you're only at the store for snacks, knowing you’ll both be too stoned to drive later and you're going to need them, the munchies hit you and jj hard, every time.

steering the cart, and your boyfriend, towards the right isles you pass adults, giving them small smiles as you pass. they just shake their heads at you both

"beep beep, coming through" jj hollers when you reach the end of the isle. a woman, coming down the centre isle that splits all the others in half, screams sending jj into a giggle

"sorry!" you apologise and push harder, getting to the right isle faster. jj sticks his arm out, grabbing random packets of chips from the shelves, dumping them on top of his boots

you stop the cart and move around it, grabbing some of them to put them back. "hey, no no no," jj huffs and tries to grab them back but you pull him out of arms reach before he can, he glares up at you

"j, neither of us even like those ones baby," you try and reason with him, soft pleading eyes in hopes to get out of the store as quickly as possible

if you could see inside his head, you would see cogs turning as he tries to come up with something, "well, i might like them later?"

snickering you leave only the chips you like in the cart and move on to candy. you don't make the mistake of letting him too close to the shelves, leaving him in the middle of the isle while you pick out things

"afternoon ma'am," jj nods and salutes an elderly woman who tries to pass, "could you, uhm, pass me some of those," you hear him whisper, shortly followed by a, "thanks, have a good day"

your back is still turned, your arms full of candy and chocolate, "jj, if i turn around and there's things i didn't put in there, we are leaving" you say, bending to grab a couple more things.

"pfft, no" he scoffs, dragging out the 'o' and as you turn, he throws a pack of something you can’t make out, over the isle. in the distance you hear a smack and a man grunt. jj turns to you wide eyed, "go, go, go" he whisper shouts

you empty your arms into the cart and take off running, drifting around a corner into the bakery isles. both of you burst out laughing, you double over and lean on the edge of the cart, your head bumping jj's

"we have to go" you chuckle when the laughter dies down, jj nods and reaches over to grab a twelve pack of doughnuts and you make your way towards the checkout

the older woman on the till stares at you both as you load up your obscene amounts of snacks. jj does his best, throwing things up onto the conveyer belt, wincing when a bar of chocolate nearly hits the woman.

in all honesty you expect her to say something but she doesn't. you dump the things back on top of jj and pay before pushing him towards the exit, sighing when you hear a chip bag rustling followed by jj crunching

"can you just check the cameras? someone threw these over the isle and it hit me" a man grunts, stood next to the security station

jj tilts his head back looking up at you, "get to the car" he mumbles, his mouth full of food. you nod and dash out of the shop with the reminder to never bring him shopping with you again.

did he fucking put a spell on me ?!!! because it’s insane how much i love him fuck off you cunt

“You're worth something. Unlike him.” ENDING IT ALL RN IM DYING

Can we get an enemies to lovers with JJ Maybank x gn!reader-

JJ and reader just annoy the hell out of each other, but maybe A gets into a fight and B decides to patch them up. They end up confessing to each other. <3

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a/n: i haven't written in over a year, maybe two. this is completely unedited and also not proofread AT ALL. sorry this is so late and so shitty, anon from april 2023.

pairings: jj maybank x gn!reader

wc: 1.3k

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"What are you doing here?"

JJ starts, and is immediately punished by the pang of pain that rushes through his body. He pretends not to notice how your eyes glance over him, analytical, filing away every sign of weakness. He hates being vulnerable, especially when it's in front of you, but he doesn't exactly have a choice.

"Can I come in?" he asks, instead of answering your question. Wordlessly, you step aside, letting him walk past you before closing the door softly.

"Bedroom," you tell him, your tone gentler now. He wishes that's how you always talked to him. "I'll go get the first-aid kit."

JJ nods and finds his way to your bedroom, passing the framed certificates and shelves that adorn the hallway, filled with stacks of trophies and medals that you amassed over the years. Although he usually makes fun of you for being such a nerd all the time, the gold is a stark reminder of how you're actually extremely intelligent. You're worth something. Unlike him.

Maybe his issue with you has always been jealousy. Jealous that you've managed to achieve so much for a Pogue, despite having had the same opportunities as him. But it's more likely that he hates you because you're so icy, rational in your arguments, your words always so polished as they slice into him, cutting him down. He can see the judgement in your eyes when he smokes weed or drinks in front of you, when he cracks a stupid joke about the brunette he had in his bed the other day. He can feel the contempt in the insults you hiss at him when he goes too far and pisses you off completely.

But despite it all, he hates that he still wants to win your approval. That he wishes you would let him make you laugh like John B does, or sling an easy arm around you the way Kiara can.

He sits on your chair when you gesture for him to, placing the medical kit on the table next to it. JJ finally takes the time to focus his eyes on you, glancing over your white night shirt and impossibly short shorts. He feels a pang in his chest. There are dark circles under your eyes, and your hair is all messy. He obviously woke you up from some much-needed sleep. If he plans to win you over, which would already be extremely hard at this point, this would definitely be another set-back. Based on his past experiences, you're not particularly kind when you're sleep-deprived.

Which is why he's surprised when you begin cleaning his bleeding knuckles with the kindest touch in the world. The warm cloth is not nearly as comforting as the feel of your palm on his skin is, and he represses the urge to sigh.

"Are you going to tell me what happened?" you ask him, moving on to apply some antiseptic to his cuts.

"Why should I tell you anything?" JJ asks, attacking you unthinkingly, reverting to his natural state of being in conflict with you. You stay uncharacteristically quiet, not responding to his taunt, and after standing still for a second, you go back to cleaning his knuckles.

Fuck. JJ's eyes fall shut, and he groans inwardly. Here you are, having let him into your home and bedroom, cleaning his injuries, and he's still being a dick to you.

"I'm sorry, I-" he suddenly gets cut off by your hands cradling his jaw, lifting his face up. JJ nearly gasps, and flushes out of his embarrassment when he sees your raised eyebrow, knowing you caught his reaction.

"Well, I was just going to apply some cream to the bruises forming here," you say, and you trail your fingers along his jaw, "but if it's such a problem, maybe I-"

"It's not a problem," JJ says, too quickly.

Without another word, and only the sliver of a self-satisfied smile, you treat his jaw and face.

JJ has always known he loves being the center of your attention. He revels in it, the way you glare at him after he provokes you, the way you yell when he steals your book. He loves being the only thing on your mind. But sitting here now, feeling your thumbs smooth along his cheekbones and your soft gaze, he knows there's most definitely a better way to receive it.

"What happened?" you ask again, and this time he tells you. Some tourists had been disrespectful to Kiara's parents at their restaurant, and it escalated to a fist fight between Kiara's dad and JJ and four other guys. The tourists must have had some level of common sense, because they more or less went easier on Kiara's dad, laying harder into JJ to make up for it.

"Assholes," you say when he's finished, barely concealed rage in your eyes as you appraise JJ and the injuries on his body with new context.

"It's fine, really," JJ reassures you, standing up. "Thanks for cleaning me up, but I should be on my way now-"

"Sit the fuck down." you spit at him, and he drops back into the chair with astonishing speed. "Take off your shirt. That fight was practically four-on-one, I'm not going to believe that you walked away with just grazed knuckles and a few bruises to your face."

Hesitantly, JJ removes his shirt. To your credit, you don't audibly react to the massive craters in his skin, colouring him in shades of ugly red and purple. Your eyes widen slightly, and after a few long seconds, you're back to normal and treating him with the same gentleness as before.

"Thank you for this," he says, more earnestly this time. You let out a hum in response, too busy doing your best to alleviate his pain. He goes on, "I mean it. You didn't have to do this, and I appreciate it."

You let out a sigh, raising your eyes to his face, "Of course I had to do this, JJ, it's the decent thing to do. I wasn't going to turn you away in the middle of the night, not in the condition you're in."

"Even if you think I'm some heartless bitch," you add, a moment later.

"I don't think that," JJ says, earning a scoff from you.

"Right," you mutter, straightening up and away from him. You pack the materials back into the kit and shut it with a loud snap, which is when JJ realises that you're done treating him. He puts his shirt back on and gets ready to make his exit when you stop him, again.

"Just sleep here tonight," you tell him, gesturing at your bed.

"What-no. Where will you sleep?"

"The couch." You don't even let him say two words of protest before immediately cutting him off, "Don't be obstinate. It's too uncomfortable there for you, especially considering the state of your torso, it's too late for you to walk back home or call someone to pick you up, so you'll stay here. I'll text John B to pick you up in the morning."

JJ listens to all this, taken aback by the amount of thought you've put into taking care of him. He scans your face, noting with surprise that your cheeks pink slightly when you make eye contact with him.

"What?" you say, a little flustered. He just laughs quietly, "Nothing. Just didn't realise you cared about me so much, 's all."

"Again, not a heartless bitch. Of course I care about you."

And just like that, there's a tectonic shift. The two of you are relatively unchanged, but there's this unspoken understanding that passes between you. It's the reason why you're able to press a soft kiss to an unblemished part of JJ's cheek before you slip out of the room, and why he's able to put his arm around you late one night when the whole group is hanging out at the Chateau.

He can't help but feel that the beating was worth it, really.

SOBBING I LOVE THIS

Underneath It All

Paring: JJ Maybank x KookFem!reader

Warnings:  18+ Smut. Oral (w receiving) PIV, Fluff, Romance, JJ’s got a dirty mouth. (Slight Angst, Slight Dub Con - if you squint) Not Proof-Read.

Summary:  JJ wants more than a casual hook up.

Word Count: 2000 words

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“You know, you weren’t my type,” JJ whispered.

“Wh-what?” you stammered. Scrunching your nose at the sudden change in topic, you wondered what drove him to switch from talking about Rafe to well- you.

“You just- weren’t.”

“Oh-” and then it clicked. He wanted you to respond with, ‘and what about now?’ opening the door to a conversation you had no intention of having.

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