Imagine JJ Being So Emotional When He's Really Drunk. Like He'd Just Cry From How Beautiful You Are And

Imagine JJ being so emotional when he's really drunk. Like he'd just cry from how beautiful you are and how lucky he is.

"Why are you crying J?"

"You're just so beautiful. I'm so fucking lucky to have you"

And then he'd be all clingy, wanting kisses, hugs, butt slaps, literally anything that involves touching you

stop because clingy and touch starved!jj is MY brand🤭🤭

jj is always extremely touchy, there’s never a day where he doesn’t have his hands on you at all times, but when he’s drunk? jj’s need for you becomes almost unbearable.

he’s got his head in the crook of your neck, his arms wrapped around you, as his lips leave soft kisses on your bare skin. he whines about how he wants to be even closer to you, “you can’t get closer, jj!” you remind him, giggling at his antics. “wanna be in your skin or somethin’” he mumbles in your neck, at which you chuckle.

and you better not get away from him! when you lie in bed, you on top of him, and you try to get up, you better expect a light slap on your butt and his arms tightening around you. “don’t leave me.” “i just have to go to the bathroom!”

let’s say that it’s your fault if you then find yourself with him on top of you, crashing you underneath his weight, as he nuzzles his head into your chest, mumbling something in the lines of “your tits are so soft.”

in the end, you’ll have to take care of him in the morning, when that hangover hits him real bad, and as he lets his head rest against the cool marble of the bathroom, he looks at you, memories of the night prior coming to him. “did i cry about how beautiful you are last night?” he asks, that crooked smile of his adorning his tired features. “yeah, you did.”

…it’s even better when after everything comes back to him, he stares at you between terrified and amused, “DID I PROPOSE?”

“yup”

“did you say yes?”

and you smirk at him, shrugging your shoulders, “i guess you’ll never know unless you ask me again.”

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.

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.

ok ok i need u to bear with me because i have a strangely specific thought in my head of jj fingering you in anticipation of you squirting all over him. and it’s something along the lines of you lying on your back with your legs spread, and jj just has his fingers fucking the shit out of your pussy and he’s just all like:

“cmon baby cmon. i can feel it. i can feel it comin baby. almost there… there we go fuuuuck baby. thats so fuckin hot.”

but he’s not like mumbling. his tone is more conversational IF THAT MAKES SENSE IDK

jj lovers take this offering and accept me into ur society 🤲

- dally. 🧸

DALLY YES !! i accept you into the jj maybank society oh my god !!

he’s sort of humping you onto his fingers himself, jackhammering the thick digits into your tight hole and watching the arousal drool out, puffy folds overstimulated and rubbed red.

he can’t help but admire the way you’re convulsing, stomach tensing and body clenching as you paw at his forearms and protest with your features drawn into duress, wordlessly indicating the overwhelming state of arousal you’re in.

“shh, shh, baby c’mon jus’wanna see it— just once, c’mon i know you can squirt for me,” he silences you casually, curling his fingers faster and holding you down with the other hand, ignoring any further pleas of remission and effectively staring down your pussy instead.

“s’good for me huh?” he mumbles, most likely addressing your over-exhausted hole with the way he was eyeing the swallowed base of his fingers, “yeah she’s good baby,” he turns his attention to you, offhandedly remarking, “good for papa.”

to that your body jerks under his grip, tears crystallising at your waterline as you let out a cry, finally squirting all over his hand while pushing his fingers out from the intensity, the liquid pooling in his palm and dripping onto the sheets as he watches in utter fascination — pupils dilating in a combined reaction of shock and joy.

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."

nothin’ just thinking about calling jj papa <3

it would catch him sooo off guard, just imagine when the days over ‘n the two of you are settling down, he’s all soft and gentle with you as you ready yourself for bed.

“y’gonna leave me hangin’, sugar?” he mumbles to you, arms open as he waits for you to join him. he gets disgustingly clingy when he’s worn out, the fatigue in his body stripping him of his usual wittiness and humor. you run a hand through your hair, sleepily rubbing the side of your face as you struggle to move from the comfortable nest you’ve made on the couch.

“soon, j..” you yawn, and you smile softly when you hear him whine out loud, childishly, “babe, i’ll literally die if you don’t come here soon.”

“can’t move. come ‘n pick me up.”

you hear him shuffle, then you feel his big arms wrap around you, giggling to yourself as he mumbles and grumbles complaints of how spoiled you are before dropping you on your side of the bed.

“fanks,” you manage, voice muffled from the pillow. he grunts, positioning himself behind you and pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. it stirs something in you.

“kiss.”

“whas’at, doll?”

“kiss, please, papa.”

you can feel him stiffen beside you, but you barely registered the words that left your mouth before he pulls you onto your back by your hip.

“what’d you just call me?”

“papa.”

his face reddens, and you laugh.

“can’t— can’t just say shit like that, unprompted and whatnot—“ he’s visibly embarrassed, and you can feel him harden against your thigh. your giggling ceases, and you look up at him with so much need he feels as though he may explode.

“wanna help you, papa,” he whispers your name as a warning, but you move without thinking, hand snaking down his sleep shorts, “please?”

“shit, babygirl, i can’t say no to that.”

now, you call him the name in front of the pogues just to tease him, because of the way he’s unable to hide how much it turns him on.

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