Do You Ship Jjpope

do you ship jjpope

I think it’s really cutee! I don’t ship it but I don’t dislike it, it has a lot of potential 🫶 my first ask!!❤️ ily

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when jj eats you out, he does it until you go limp and can’t see a thing but stars. he says he just can’t help himself, that he needs to feel you fall apart on his tongue for the sake of his interest. you’re surely spent beyond certain, and you have a twinge that the boys cum in his pants at least twice.

your hand searches desperately for purchase at the heap of curls on his head, and he practically moans at the feeling, head falling to rest on your thigh with a soft pant tickling it. it had you shivering.

you can hardly get a word out before he’s reasoning with you, and you cry out desperately as he presses an apologetic kiss onto your aching clit, and then another, and another until he’s full on making out with your cunt again.

you’re writhing from desperation and overstimulation and he has you cum on his tongue for the fifth time in a row, and you’re completely, utterly braindead. you can hardly register the gentle two-tap you receive on your forehead, nor the way he mumbles from above you,

“christ— you’re perfect.”

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.

no bc JJ came his boxers the first time he ate u out but he came before you 😭

he nuts and then looks up at you still kitten licking at your clit like 🥺 so deflated bcuz he was soo excited to fuck you. going all “hey mama ‘m sorry — i regret to inform you an’all but i don’t think junior j is up to the job tonight.”

and ur just like ?? wtf does that mean is he speaking another language bcuz he’s still eating you out so languidly after making you cum twice on his tongue already that you’re reeling from post-orgasm overstimulation and rlly don’t gaf bcuz you’re truly too spent.

Imagine best friend!JJ being in the middle of jacking off to photos of you when you call him. His cock hard and leaking pre-cum, imagining it was you wrapped around his cock instead of his hand when the phone rings. He shouldn’t pick it up, it would be disgusting, perverted, even; but he does. He can never resist you.

“H-hey!” He chokes out.

“Hey Jay,”

Fuck. Your voice is perfect, he thinks.

“Um, what’s up?“ he stutters as he continues to glide his hand over his cock, tugging at it harsher than before.

“I was just calling to let you know we’ll be down at the boneyard later.“

“Oh, yeah? A party?“ he asks, trying to keep his composure.

“Mhm, and no kooks allowed!“ you laugh, “I was hoping you would wanna come?“

Yes, he wanted to come. On your stomach, in your mouth, inside your pussy.

Hearing you say the word nearly sent him over the edge, a sheen veil of sweat on his forehead. For a moment he was unable to respond, too focused on his orgasm. He just needed you to talk to him some more with that sweet voice of yours.

“Well, JJ? Are you coming?“

That was all he needed.

“Fuck yes!“ he practically moaned into the phone at you as he pumped his cock a few more times, squeezing at the tip, spilling himself into his hand.

“Sheesh, Jay,“ you laugh at his enthusiasm, oblivious to the situation. God, you were so innocent

“Well, I’m glad to know you’re excited, I am too! I’ll see you there, then! Bye!“

JJ let’s out a deep breath, “Yeah! See you there, bye!“

He was so fucked.

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.