Burn. Jj Maybank

burn. jj maybank

(summary) despite jj's distaste for kooks, he constantly found himself cuddled up with the kook princess in his stained sheets and it was all going great. until it wasn’t.

(pairings) jj maybank x kook!reader.

(warning) gut-wrenching angst, reader being a dick, mentions of pregnancy and abortions!

(authors note) this one killed me to write oh em gee, but i'd had this idea floating around in my head for a while and i really wanted to write it. i swear i'll get around to writing some fluff, i want to put out some of your guys requests soon and most of those are fluffy bits so keep your eyes peeled for that! happy reading!

lowercase intended!

jj sat on his bed anxiously waiting for you to arrive, his knee bounced up and down as he ran a shaky hand through his hair. he knew something wasn't right from the way you'd sounded on the phone, how you sounded when you'd said you needed to talk to him.

your knock against his front door pulled him out of his thoughts, "jj?" you pushed open the door knowing it would be open as jj always left the door open for you when he knows you're coming over.

the two of you had been sneaking around for a few months now, you being a kook and jj being a pouge you guys had decided it would be best to keep your relationship on the low. it had started off with you guys just sneaking around to hook up but you both had quickly discovered that despite your social status' you had a lot in common and your weekly you up? messages had swiftly turned into routine come over, i miss you calls.

he jumped up from his bed and rushed towards the door where you stood, instantly wrapping his arms around you. "are you okay? you sounded upset on the phone." he stepped back, hands still on your shoulders and took in the distressed expression that rest on your face.

"y/n?" jj's face softened as he grew more concerned, you removed yourself from his grasp and went to sit on the sofa that was on the other side of the room. jj followed you like a lost puppy, "we need to talk j." you spoke softly, looking everywhere but his face.

"your scaring me sweetheart." you sent him a weak smile but said nothing, finally looking him in the eyes. if jj wasn't worried before he most certainly was now. "talk to me baby, what's up?" he kneeled down in front of you and placed your hands in his own, you pulled your hands away quickly as if he'd burned you and tucked them in the sleeves of your jumper.

jj moved back slightly in concern, but he didn't get up from his position before you. he racked his brain trying to figure out whether he'd done something wrong but nothing came to mind. it pained him to see you so act so distant, so cold towards him like this.

for the short period of time he'd known you, you'd always been so cheerful and warm, jj knew there would be a time that you'd realised you were too good for him, but he'd hoped it wouldn't be this soon.

"jj...i- god there's no easy way to say this.." you stuttered, not quite knowing how to break the news to jj. you shuffled forward on the sofa and rubbed your sweaty palms against your legs.

"baby, you can tell me. i wont get mad..unless your breaking up with me." jj let out a nervous chuckle, but again you didn't respond. instead you looked up at the ceiling and blinked rapidly trying to stop the tears that had suddenly appeared from running down your face. "you-your not breaking up with me.. are you y/n?"

"i'm pregnant."

jj was taken aback, it took him a minute to process what had just been said. he stood up and pulled you up with him a cheesy grin on his face. "seriously?"

he quickly pulled you into a hug and buried his head in your shoulders, "i'm gonna be a dad!"

jj didn't have the best portryal of what a family looked like growing up, with his dad being an absusive drunk and his own mother leaving him at a young age. if he was being completely honest, the thought of having his own children made him feel ill. but that was before he met you. before he realised that he was capable of loving and being loved. jj had no clue how to raise a child but he figured he had time to learn, to try, for you.

you slowly pulled back from him, eyebrows knit in confusion. "jj, no. i-" you shook your head and laughed hysterically as you sobbed. "i'm getting an abortion.."

"what?" his body tensed as the words left your mouth. in the space of eight minutes you'd managed to give jj the world and then burn it.

"i'm getting an abortion jj, a-and i wanted to come and tell you because you deserve to know bu-"

"i deserve to know, but i don't deserve a say in this?" he scoffed at you and ran his hand through his hair, turning his back to you in an attempt to calm himself down.

jj had a short temper that he'd gotten from his dad which he tried to control especially around you. he never wanted to raise his voice at you or make you fell any less than special but it was a little hard for him to kept in control of his emotions right now.

"a say in what? this isn't up for debate. it's happening jj." you were genuinely confused by his reaction, the pair of you were practically kids still, you had no business raising a child.

jj slowly turned around to face you again, carefully thinking about his next words, he took a few steps towards you and placed his hands on your cheeks making you look up at him, you were scared he thought to himself and he didn't blame you. "baby, we can figure this out. together."

you shook your head tears still streaming down your face, "jj.." you began, placing your hand on top of his where it rest on your cheek and removing it.

"look around you. t-there is no we, i'm a kook and you're.." you trailed off looking around the mess that jj called his home.

"..you're this jj." he winced at your harsh words but still persited. "look i know it's not perfect bu-"

you cut him off with a scoff, "it's far from perfect jj, this is not the life i want to live! i-i have a reputation to uphoald. my parents have a repuatation to uphoald so no. whatever you were going to say, no." you picked up your bag that sat on the sofa and placed it on your shoulder."

jj didn't move a muscle, he just watched you fumble around with your bag, "so that's it? what we've been doing was fo-"

"what we've been doing was a mistake jj."

"y' just stop interupting me! jsut st-stop doing that!" jj slammed his fist into the wall making a dent, he know had tears streaming down his face too. you flinched at his action and rushed towards the door.

"this jj!" you laughed at him with so much venom he swore he didn't recognise the person that stood before him. "this is what i mean! we can't rasie a baby, especially not wieth that temper of yours."

regret filled jj from head to toe, "baby, i'm sorry i just got frustrated i-."

you walked away from him and out the front door as he jj trailed behind you. his eyes filled to the brim with tears, blurring his vision.

"y/n please." he pleaded with you, not wanting to let you go, because he knew deep down that if you left, you wouldn't come back and he would do anything to keep you close to him. he would hold your hand through this abortion just so he could have you around even though it was the last thing he wanted to do, because he loved you.

he finally caught up to you and grabbed your wrist which you snatched back straight away, "please, just don't touch me." you spat at him as you grabbed your keys out of your bag and unlocked your car.

you shook your head as you climbed into the drivers seat, "my friends were right."

"i should've never fucked a pouge."

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BOTTOMS (2023) Dir. Emma Seligman

this was yummy!

jj plus soft morning sex on vacation

this is acc perfect bc i’m on vacation rn so slay (18+, mdni)

the warm bajan breeze gusted through the cracked window of your hotel bedroom, smelling like salt and sand and sunshine all wrapped into one. you laid there, content in the cozy bed with your bare back pressed against the skin of jj’s chest. he drifted in and out of consciousness, but his fingers still worked at caressing the curve from your waist to your hip. the feather light touch gave you goosebumps, especially as his hand travelled to your stomach, inching closer and closer to your naked core. “g’morning, pretty girl,” he whispered when he got a hold of the slightest bit of energy. he wet his lips, before leaving soft, open-mouthed kisses on the back of your neck. he trailed them anywhere he could reach. the top of your spine, the path along your shoulder and back to your nape. “mm,” you moaned in a hushed manner at the work of his lips, “morning, j.” the hand on your front hooked around you, allowing jj to tug you impossibly closer to him. his hand moved up to cup your breast, squeezing the doughy flesh and using his fingertips to twist at the slowly-perking bud. you let out another mewl, and jj’s body reacted on its own, his hips bucking into your ass and pressing his growing hard on against your crease. you parted your legs as best as you could in your sleepy state, silently pleading jj to provide you with some friction. knowing you so well, he got the memo, and spat onto his hand before spreading it on his length and over your core. he then braced your hip as he slid his cock between your inner thighs. he thrusted his hips, grinding himself against your core. the rim of his tip catches against your clit perfectly, prodding at it and sending a warm, gooey feeling through your belly. soon enough, you’re both moving, teasing yourselves and just taking your time. feeling the love. you’d always adored soft sex with jj. he knew how to connect your hearts as one with gentle touches and actions filled to the brim with his affection for you. you’re reminded of this when his tip presses against your entrance. “can i, baby?” he asked, his thumb and forefinger finding your chin so you two could lock eyes. you nodded, desperation welled deep into your eyes, “please.” begging always pushed the right buttons with jj, and it’s all he needed to slide into you completely. he thrust inside you slowly, letting his cock graze every inch of your needy walls. they pulled at him, welcoming him in and encasing him in your abundantly slick and warm pussy. you felt like home to him. you made him feel loved, cherished and seen, and he hoped he could return at least some of that love to you. “you’re so beautiful, princess. feel so good around me like this,” he breathed, his fingers toying with your clit lazily as he filled you up. “relax for me. let me worship my girl.”

concepts

reposting in season 17 when they finally hook up

jj maybank is the type of bf to fake bang u anytime u bend over.

jj is the type of boyfriend to fist bump you and call you ‘homie’. he’s the type to tease you relentlessly but also protect you as if you’re so fragile a mere bump in the wrong direction will break you. he likes to tease you and say “i don’t know, can you?” jokingly when you ask for something, or exaggerate his answers when you say something obvious. he’s the type to shamelessly grab your bum in front of everyone but also get mad when someone slightly inconveniences you. he loves to cuddle you from behind and pepper you in kisses, but will also ruffle your hair and lick your face. he’s your boyfriend, but he’s also your best friend.