Orange Peel Theory W JJ

Orange Peel Theory w JJ <3

Tagging my loves @drudyslut @valeskafics

"Jayj..."

You stalk out to the porch of the chateau where JJ is sitting with John B sharing a joint. He looks up at you through bloodshot, hazy eyes, and that goofy smile you love plastered on his face.

"Oh, what's up babe, you wanna smoke?"

"Mm, no. I was wondering if you would you peel this orange for me?"

John B looks at you, confusion all over his face, you can't peel an orange yourself?" He asks, you raise your eyebrows at him in response.

"It's just.... You even have fake nails... Oh, just forget it."

"Sure thing babe," JJ says as he swipes the orange out of your hand and you mockingly stick your tongue out at John B.

JJ takes a hit of the joint, inhaling deeply before he begins to talk as he exhales.

"If my girl wants me to peel an orange for her, I' peel an orange for her," he passes the joint over to John B so he can begin to peel the orange for you.

"Hell, I'll go out in the mangroves and peel every orange I find if that’s what she wants.”

John B's brows are furrowed now.

"We don't even have mangroves on the island," he starts before JJ interjects, "Fuck it! I'll go to Florida, then! You're missing the point, John B!"

Once he's finished peeling, Ju hands you the orange, his fingers sticky from the juice.

"Oh," you gasp, "my hero!" You say as you lean down and kiss JJ on the cheek before pulling his hand up and sucking on his fingers, giggling.

"How will I ever repay you?"

JJ smirks at you "I can think of a few ways..."

At this, John B stands up and flicks the joint into the ashtray beside him.

"God, you guys are gross, I'm going inside."

You laugh at John B, as you set the orange down climbing into JJ's lap.

"Didn't you want to eat that?" He motions to the orange.

"Mmm, nope. It was a test."

"A test?"

"Yup, basically if you ask your boyfriend to peel an orange for you — something simple that you should be able to do yourself and he does it, he truly loved you and doesn’t mind doing small gestures for you. You passed, obviously. I love you."

JJ shakes his head at you.

"Baby, I do not need to peel oranges for you to know I love you, but I would do it all day everyday if you wanted me to. I love you, too.”

Hey girly! Could you please do one where you are jjs little sister and you lift your arms to reach for something or smth like that and JJ sees the bruises on your stomach from your dad but JJ didn’t know that he was hitting you as well?

hey my love, sure i do!! i love your requests it always gives me inspiration 😭 i'll do all of them!

you know where to find me, and i know where to look

summary: jj will always be there for you.

warnings: mentions of abusive father, violence

You were about to grab a snack in the kitchen, when JJ showed up with John B.

"How y'a doin? John B's gotta pee, we're not staying"

John B stared at him with a blank expression and went running towards the bathroom. JJ was smirking.

"I'm fine. Y'all want something to eat?"

"Share some pringles with us" He stood his hand, but when you were about to give it to him, you remembered you weren't wearing long sleeves. So you frozed a bit, using your left arm instead.

"What was that?" He giggled. You lowered your eyes.

"My right arm is aching, i'm trying not to make any effort" You lied terribly, but if you were lucky, JJ had smoke weed enough in that morning to let it pass.

"Yeah?" He furrowed one eyebrow. "Let me see it" You sighed.

"Take the pringles"

"Y/n, c'mmon, show me your arm. Are you depressed?"

"No!" You said in a exasperated tone.

"Then just show me, there's nothing to hide"

You couldn't bring yourself to stare at him. It was embarassing, you felt horrible, ashamed. You knew you could cry at any moment if you kept the conversation going.

"Whats goin' on?" He asked in a softer tone.

"You know how dad is"

JJ couldn't believe it. He couldn't believe his ears. He surely knew his dad was a coward, but this was something else. You were so much younger and weaker, of course you wouldn't stand for yourself.

"No fucking way..." he came closer to you, grabbing your arm softly. His heart sank when he saw the terrible bruises in your skin. "Y/n..."

He hugged you, before you could say anything. Needless to say that tears immediately fell from your eyes.

"That fucking piece of shit. God i can't believe it"

"It's ok Jay"

"It's not. You shouldn't think that this is ok, never, he's not allowed to treat you like an animal just because he's our dad"

"He does it to you as well, he's just like this"

"I can face him, can fucking kill him if i need to. You never done anything to deserve this, kid."

He looked at you with a concerned, but angry, look. He obviously wasn't mad at you, but he was mas at his father and the fact you didn't told this. At himself for not knowing this.

"Is everything ok?" John B asked, worried as he realized you were crying.

"She'll come with us, can't let her stay here" JJ replied. John B stared at you in disbelief.

"You fine sweetie?"

"I'll be, eventually"

You hang out with them the whole evening, completely forgetting about anything that happened with your father. JJ, John B and Pope always making you laugh, and Kie and Sarah were like older sisters you never had. They were a true family to you, and mostly, JJ was the best brother you could ever ask for. He was a troubled boy, but also had the purest, biggest heart you ever known in a person. No golden in Outer Banks could compare to his soul.

He wasn't one to show affection often through words, but he had his own ways to show you he would always be there for you, no matter what. It was you two against the world.

can I have 2 and 3 from the smut prompts for JJ Maybank? congrats on 4k bestie!! ♥♥

Take It, Princess | JJ Maybank

❀ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: cursing, smut, 18+, MDNI, bondage, some degrading, sex, p in v, daddy kink, unprotected sex.

❀ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: JJ Maybank x Female Pogue Reader

❀ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: In which JJ tries to test Y/N's limits in the bedroom.

❀ 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓(𝐒): 2. "That's it princess, take it all." and 3. "Hands behind your back."

❀ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 723 words

❀ 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: Tysm for requesting, angel! 💕🥰

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© Maybanks-Luver 2023, please do not steal, copy, modify, repost, or translate my work.

"Hands behind your back." JJ said as he stood behind you. You obeyed your boyfriend's orders as you placed your hands behind your back. You felt him tie your wrists up with something silky like the belt on your bathrobe. Once he got your wrists tied securely behind your back, he led you to your shared bed. JJ pushed you down onto the bed, your frontside landing on the soft sheets. You felt the bed shift from his weight when he put his knee on the bed.

He grabbed the soft flesh on your ass before smacking it roughly, causing you to yelp. He just smirked as he did it again, and again, and again. Once he stopped the assault on your ass, the flesh felt raw and was bright red. JJ pulled your hips up so you were partly in downward dog, your face pressed against the pillow under you. You herd him undoing his belt buckle before you herd the sound of his pants dropping to the floor.

He positioned himself behind you before sliding his hard cock between your wet folds. You moaned softly as he did so. He continued to tease your pussy with his cock before positioning himself at your entrance. He pushed himself into you with ease, your pussy already being sopping from your arousal. You moaned as you felt his cock fill you to the brim, his length reaching all the way inside of you. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head at the feeling of being stretched out and filled up.

JJ didn't even bother to start out slowly. His thrusts were rough and fast causing you to moan out loudly. You were only a few minutes into it and you were already a moaning mess because of how he was fucking you. "Oh fuck-" You moaned out loudly as he began to hit your g-spot again and again. "That's it princess, take it all." JJ groaned as he continued to fuck your pussy. Your eyes rolled as he somehow went even faster than he was going before, his thrusts becoming more frantic as he was getting closer to his high.

"Tell me how much you love my cock." JJ said with a growl as he wrapped his hand around your throat. "Fuck, daddy! I love it so fucking much-" You moaned out as he continued to fuck you. "Yeah? Whose fucking you so good right now, hm?" He said as he continued to plow his dick into you. "You are!" You screamed as his pace got rougher. You could feel a knot forming in your stomach, your climax was so close. "That's right. You're such a dirty little slut for daddy." He said before groaning when he felt your pussy clench around his cock. "Fuck baby.." He groaned as he tilted his head back.

"I'm g- gonna fucking cum! C- can I please cum, daddy?" You moan out feeling like you were about to burst. "Come on, cum for me princess." He said with a small growl. Your whole body began to tremble, your eyes rolling back as a scream tore through your throat. JJ groaned as you squirted, coating his cock in your cum. He thrusted into you a few more times before cumming himself, painting your velvety walls white. He pulled out of you slowly before collapsing beside you.

One he caught his breath, he pulled you over and gently untied your wrists before pulling you into his warm embrace. "You did so good for daddy." JJ said softly as he kissed your head. You giggled and smiled as he peppered your face with kisses after kissing your head. "I'll have to test your limits more often." He said with a devilish smirk. "Well then, I can't wait until you do it again." You said with a giggle before leaning in and kissing him softly.

Author's Note: this was the first fic released for my 4k celebration! Tysm for reading, angels!

could we have a story that warms up my heart and makes me feel gushy and mushy and eeeeeeek!!!!!!! I’m in need of something to ‘awwwwwww’ to and I feel like you’re perfect for that 🥹🫶🏻

Tiny Moves

JJ Maybank x fem!reader

Summery: You and JJ have only been friends for a little while, but to him it feels like he’s known you forever and he’s so sure he’ll always want you forever. Inspired by the song Tiny Moves by Bleachers. I wrote this with JJ Maybank in mind because I’ve been on an OBX kick recently but it could definitely be rewritten to fit other people!

JJ Maybank was a notorious man whore, to put it delicately. Sleeping with any tourist who even batted their eyelashes at him, and any other girl from the cut who was desperate enough to sneak away from the party for a blurred night with the blonde.

He didn’t mind the status, being the guy they all went to. In his mind, no strings attached was the best thing for him. It meant no pressure to feel things and no guilt for turning down any girl who had stupidly fallen for him.

That was, until he met her. Y/n Y/l/n, a friend of a friend and his former lab partner from middle school. He didn’t mean to fall for her, but then again, who really plans on falling in love, let alone with some girl JJ wouldn’t even show up to biology class for when he was still on the brink of becoming a teenager.

He remembers the messy braids tied in her hair and the way the safety glasses left faint marks behind on her face after long hours spent leaning over a plastic beaker mixing different colored fluids to make a rainbow.

Back then, he never really paid her any attention. What she did or didn’t do never peaked his interest, he would much rather have spent his time with his cheek pressed against the palm of his hands while he looked out the window like he was in prison. Now, suddenly and without warning, it did matter.

JJ wanted all of her tiny moves, he wanted to forever remember the silly marks from the glasses on her face or how her nose would scrunch and the skin by her eyes would crinkle when she would smile. It made his chest feel funny, wanting all of the silly little nonsensical things from her, things that would never give him any kind of personal gain but all things he couldn’t stop praying for.

He remembers how she stopped by one day without warning in the middle of January, stumbling over the piles of leaves piled up by the front steps of the chateau. She was wearing a soft white dress that swayed around her ankles in the wind and had blue painted on her finger nails. She was just giving back his notebook he let her borrow when she was out of class with a cold a few days prior to her visit, and truthfully he had just stolen Pope’s notes and taken the credit, but the soft smile on her face and the dimples by her cheeks made it impossible for him to confess the truth.

When she left, he felt the insatiable burning in his chest and the intense pounding of his heart against his ribcage. He placed Kiara’s hand over his chest wearily, only driving himself into more of a panic as he declared to her that he believed he was having a heart attack. He felt so funny and sluggish that he was so sure of it, but Kiara only swatted his hand away and laughed with her whole stomach as she realized his feelings before him.

“Jayj, you’re in love!” She said it so loudly, he had to put a hand over her mouth and hush her until she promised not to say anything to anyone.

And how could he have not seen it? The tiniest moves she made, it was like watching his whole world shake. A simple smile or a polite giggle from across the campfire at one of his half decent jokes and he was redder than the sky at sundown and hotter than the lively flame in front of him.

He doesn’t know how it happened, or why he suddenly decided to start paying her any kind of special attention in their friendship, or even why it was her. He always thought he’d end up with Kiara because at least if he was unloveable, him and her had made a pact to get married if they hadn’t met anyone by thirty. But now, all of his past meant nothing to him when he had the something he didn’t even know he was looking to find.

“Stay still.” Her voice ordered playfully, taking my wrist in her hands and blowing a cool breeze across my fingertips.

The overwhelming smell of nail polish mixed with the addictive smell of freshness in her room, her pillows fluffy and her blankets piled all over her bed. I knew that John B was surely going to give me a hard time when I walked into his backyard with bright orange nails, but when Y/n finished up her own hands and looked up at me all doe eyed asking if I would let her paint mine the same color so we could match, I didn’t even think about the names he would call me before I said yes. All I could think about was how happy she would be if I were to give in.

“Smells so bad.” I gagged, trying to pull my hands from her grip playfully, nose crinkling at the chemical like smell that covered my hands.

She laughed, throwing her head back as she grabbed both of my hands this time, despite one of them already being dry and shook them in her own hands.

“You’ll mess it up you dork!” She leaned forward, practically laughing into my chest at my faux hurt that I painted across my face. I laughed too, but not nearly as hard. I was too focused on her.

I’d only really been friends with Y/n for a year. She had only started tagging along just last June, and yet, she consumed all of my thoughts more than anyone I’d ever known. I wanted to be around her all the time, make her laugh just so I could hear the breathiness in her voice as she claimed she couldn’t breathe because her ribs hurt too much. I’d only really known her for a year, but it felt like we’d been intertwined like this forever, and I’m certain I’ll feel like this forevermore.

It was like Kiara had told me in January when she first came by in her pretty white dress and a sweet smile on her face, I was in love and I loved her.

“I love you.” Her giggles sputtered off into one final breath of air squeaking from her throat, and her eyes stretched in a way that confirmed that what I had said was out loud and not just the phrase I repeated to her in my head over and over again every time we spoke.

And my whole world shook violently when I got no response, feeling my heart breaking for that silent second and only hearing the ringing in my ears accompanied by the humming of the fan in the corner of her room.

And then, suddenly, her hands were on my cheeks, lips pressed to mine and eyelashes tickling my cheeks as they fluttered shut. She tasted like strawberry chapstick and minty toothpaste, I couldn’t help but feel completely consumed by her when all I could feel was her. Her hands, her lips, her coconut shampoo.

My hands found the back of her neck, massaging the skin between my fingers to deepen the press of her lips to mine like if I weren’t, she would slip away and I would wake from this blissful dream of mine.

When we pulled away, I found her eyes looking straight into mine, lips swollen and pink from where we were connected just a moment ago.

Then, suddenly, she was melting into a fit of giggles that bubbled from her chest, eyes closing as her forehead rested against my shoulder. For a second, I thought she thought it was funny, but then I felt myself fall into the same static feelings of pure excitement, happiness and love that she was feeling. That same funny feeling spreading from my chest to ever limb in my body until I was buzzing with it, blushing until I was sure my whole face was beet red.

“Why are you laughing?” I laughed along with her, pulling her head to rest against mine with both of my hands, feeling her moving against my forehead with each giggle that escaped her lips. Her hands found mine, pulling them down to her lap where she could brush her hands over my knuckles and smile at polish, which was now worn away.

“You smudged it!” She breathed out like it was the funniest thing in the world, and I knew it felt like it to her because of the leftover nerves and giddiness resting in her stomach, the same fluttery feeling I felt as well.

“Eh, you can fix them, right?” I didn’t let her answer, pressing my lips to hers again and holding her hands in mine. I’d only just gotten a taste and I was already addicted.

Maybe I was having a heart attack, but I wouldn’t know the difference with all the love pumping through my body. At least if I was, I would die knowing I finally got the girl.

And all of her tiny moves.

you loved celebrating jj's birthday. especially when he didn't get to a lot when growing up. he had those small little celebrations at school where all the kids in the class would sing happy birthday to him in between lessons. but, he was never the kid to bring cupcakes or candy on the special day. he never asked his dad, being too scared, though looking back on it now, he wasn't sure if his father even knew when his birthday was.

he didn't feel the need to have the pogues celebrate either. is was just another day to him, just officially growing another year older. he never had a birthday party or big party, so he was fine still not having such. he was just happy to spend the day hanging out with the rest of the pogues.

until you came along.

the first time you were in his life for one of his birthdays, you weren't dating yet. you hadn't known about the unspoken rule of 'jj doesn't prefer birthday celebrations', so you were surprised he was surprised when you showed up to chateau with a wrapped present. you two sat on his unofficial bed in the spare room while he opened it. when he saw you bought him a couple of new tees and a couple bars of board wax, he was beyond confused on how you were apologizing for it being 'not a lot'. it was more than he ever received.

when jj started to date you, he soon learnt how much you loved to spoil him. even when he felt he truly didn't deserve it, it truly warmed his heart to think that someone cared about him that much to get him a gift for no reason. because you were just thinking of him.

one his 21st birthday, the pogues were drinking together in honor. jj still preferred to not have a big celebration, but you have changed the course of things since he was sixteen. you make sure everyone gathered together and there was some sort of cake (or cupcakes, anything as a treat for your boy). you ignored his mumbled complaints when you pushed him down to sit and open his presents.

he liked opening the gifts from you in his room though, alone with just you. you were the one who started this all, so he wanted to share this intimate moment with you where he finally let him emotions surface. no matter what the gift was, every year was the same. he would kiss you while he mumbled his thanks, but could never understand how he got so lucky to have this life.

summary: during a stupid party, your friend JJ gets into a fight with your ex-boyfriend (that so happens to be a Kook) to "defend your honor". you, of course, don't like it in the least. | 1k

Long after everyone has left, JJ finds you outside, sitting on the edge of the worn, wooden dock with your legs dangling over the calm sea. You must hear him coming and know that it's just him, because you don't turn around even when he steps onto the wood planks, dragging his feet a little just to be sure.

You haven't said a word since leaving the party an hour ago, and it's killing JJ.

Tentatively, he drops down beside you. You still don't look at him.

"You're angry," he states the obvious, his eyes scanning you.

The wind tousles your hair and you smooth it out of your face, huffing a quiet little breath through your nose. "How observant."

"I'm sorry." He means it, too. He understands that what he did may have escalated things, and if there's one thing he hates, it's being the cause of a problem. But when he sees people being little shits and putting their stupid hands where they don't belong, like that piece of garbage asshole had...

"Oh, are you? For what?"

JJ is brought back to the present, his train of thought pausing as he turns to face you. Your arms are locked tightly together, defensively, and you stare out at the ocean, blinking once, slowly. Waiting.

Lips parting slowly, JJ racks his brain for a witty response, but he can't for the life of him figure it out. "Well, I would be, if you'd tell me what I did."

Your fingers curl around the edge of the dock. "Unbelievable."

"What?!"

"You seriously can't figure it out?" When you finally face him, JJ's taken aback by the flurry of emotions he finds in your eyes: anger, confusion, sadness, frustration. It makes his heart clench and ache like an old wound. "He's a fucking Kook, JJ, he could have had the cops called on you, or worse."

"I-"

"Your record's already bad enough, okay? Why don't you ever think about what could happen? He could have pressed charges!" Your voice has gone almost shrill. "Worse, he could have really hurt you. Then what? How do you think I'd feel?"

For a moment, the air rings with the last vibrations of your voice before it's engulfed by the quiet drone of nature once more. You sound angry, a little scared, but underneath it all, there's worry.

JJ reaches out a hand, resting it tentatively on your forearm, but you tear your eyes away and stand. "Don't-"

But it's too late.

He gets to his feet, too. "Come on. Seriously, do you really think I'd just let someone do that? Touch you like that?"

"No, but-"

"I don't care if he's a Kook. I don't care if he has fifty guys with him. If someone touches you or says shit, I'm gonna put 'em on their asses. It doesn't matter who it is." JJ steps forward, and when you don't step back, his expression softens. He lifts his hands, cradling your face so gently, like it's something fragile and beautiful, and his calloused thumbs brush lightly over your cheekbones.

"Don't touch me," you mutter half-heartedly, even as you lean into his touch.

"You want me to stop?" JJ's gaze falls to your lips, and you know he's not talking about just the touching. You both know there's always been something else simmering below the surface, between you, and now it's threatening to spill over.

"Your cheek's bleeding," you whisper instead of answering, lifting a hand to brush your thumb over the shallow cut on his face.

"He missed."

"Barely."

JJ cracks a crooked smile, his nose crinkling as he leans in, stopping just short of kissing you, waiting for you.

A second ticks by. Two.

"So, we're good, right?" he murmurs. "No more mad?"

Your eyes flutter shut, and you breathe in his familiar, comforting scent, leaning closer until your foreheads are almost touching. "If you get arrested, I'm not bailing you out."

His eyes glitter in amusement as you open yours again. "That's a yes."

"I hate you."

His thumb smooths softly along your cheekbone again, then his nose gently brushes against yours. "No, you don't."

You can feel his warmth, the gentle rise and fall of his chest. He's so close.

"No, I don't," you concede, letting out a defeated sigh. "I was just...really worried."

"Hey, I wasn't about to lose to a Kook prick like him. Not with your honor at stake." His tone has fallen softer now, warm.

You crack a smile. "My honor?"

JJ presses a little closer, and your heart flips. "Mhmm, and besides. I've always got your back."

You reach up, resting your hands over his. "I know."

Your gaze flits down to his mouth, and his tongue peeks out to wet his lower lip before his mouth draws into a mischievous little smirk. "So..."

"So..." You raise your eyes to his. "Are you.."

JJ leans forward, but stops just before his lips can brush over yours. "Am I...?"

Your heart thuds against your ribcage, and you tilt your chin up slightly. "Going to kiss m-"

Your words die off in a soft, contented hum as JJ's lips meet yours in a slow, sweet kiss. He's gentle, his hands holding you like he can't believe you're real, like you'll slip right through his fingers any minute now and he has to make the most of this, because it'll never happen again.

You kiss him back, trying to tell him without words that you're right here and not going anywhere.

When JJ pulls back, it's only enough to break the kiss, and he doesn't go far. He rests his forehead against yours, his breath coming in a contented exhale, and he laughs, low and sweet, his fingers curling against the sides of your face.

"Well, damn, if that's what happens when I get in fights with Kooks..."

You can't help but smile. "Don't you dare."