The Four Times The Pogues Tried To Pair You Up With JJ + The Time They Realized You Were Already Dating

The four times the Pogues tried to pair you up with JJ + the time they realized you were already dating | JJ MAYBANK

Request:  Hi! I love the whole 5+1 trope so I wanted to request one with “Five times the Pogues tried to pair the y/n with JJ and the one time they realized the pair was already dating.”❤️❤️

I LOVED this idea. I changed it to 4+1. 

Warnings: FLUFF. Swearing (always), mentions of sex. The end might be not as good as the rest, wrote it when I was feeling a little down but I promised to upload today. Enjoy it.

Word Count: 2030

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“Please,” You begged, hands squeezing the muscular arm of the boy that was sitting next to you. “Just a little sip, JJ.” You pouted. The envy spread through your body as you glimpsed at his pink milkshake, deliciously going up the straw until it reached his lips. You swallowed, mouth-watering. “Please, I’m going to die, JJ.”

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Get Off of My Lawn! | JJ Maybank

Warnings; includes smut, unprotected sex, getting caught, sunburnt JJ

Your parents were out, leaving you in the grand, kook house all by your lonesome. They had told you to be the epidemy of a good daughter, and not invite anyone over, especially your friends, seeing as they were from the other side of the island.

But they shouldn’t have had such high hopes for you, because as you rode JJ upon the sunbathing chair, you were more than just disobeying their rules. They hated the linking of a pogue and kook, both your mother and father had been born privileged, and then married so also.

Placing your hands upon JJ’s bare chest, his shorts were around his ankles as he swiftly attempted to thrust up into you, pulling a moan from your well spoken mouth. 

Initially he had been called over to tend to the weeds, it was a job that he had managed to snag, tidying up the gardens of rich people.

But you liked to take advantage of the situation as often as possible, like if you were not allowed to leave Figure Eight, you’d go around the green and pull any and every plant that you saw, throwing them around the proximity within the fence line just so that the blonde boy would be called over as aid.

Leaning down, you plucked the skin of his neck into your mouth, sucking sensually upon it, tasting the sweat and specks of dirt that had collected in his pores.

A groan vibrated from his chest, his hands wandered down the cursive shape of your body, before landing onto the cheeks of your ass, applying handfuls of pressure upon the globes.

“You feel so fucking good inside of me.” You seductively moaned to the boy, digging your nails into the flesh of his shoulders. irritating his sun burn, but to him, it only brought a kick of pleasurable pain to the scenario.

It felt hot, and heated his skin further, if he was lucky, you’d allow him to finish inside of you, like you had last week. As you continued to move over top of him, he could feel his stomach beginning to churn with the promise of release.

He loved the feeling, it was as though he were a child, waiting before the tree to unwrap presents, although he didn’t have much experience with that side of life.

But before either of you could achieve the goal of climax together, the sound of tracking tires pulled up, sending the boy into a frenzy. He was prepared to panic, he wanted to do nothing more than scramble for his clothes and run through the land so that he wouldn’t been seen.

Your father scared him, perhaps because of his wealth and power. However the man had another thing, he had you, and was able to walk through public beside you. On the island, it almost was forbidden for such a pair, a kook and a pogue, to be on good terms, and less so the arrangement that skirted between you and JJ.

Although the fear was struck in JJ’s blue orbs, you ignored it, chasing faster for a release, and so your movements sped up. He was powerless, even as his hands slipped from your sides, from where he had tried to tug you from his dick and do what his kind did best. Run.

It was doomed, he was to be dead. Your own needs were being put before the surrounding reality, and he hardly minded the sight of your head tipped back, and the feeling of your pussy clenching around his shaft. Or even more, the streaming of its seed that made its own way into you, without consulting his brain.

For a moment after he came, as you panted whilst in the same position, his mind went foggy, forgetting his fears for one moment. They soon returned however as he heard the voices of your parents, and he was fast to remove himself from inside of you.

Unfortunately he was not fast enough, for the flush and burnt boy, whilst in the midst of tucking himself back into his bottoms and pulling them up, made life threatening eye contact with the man of the mansion, your father.

He couldn’t help but freeze, and glare at the sight. His daughter too were redressing herself, and Y/F/N realised his mistake in hiring one of his daughters’ friends from the cut. It appeared that the two were not friends at all, but something more.

Your father breathed heavily, before grabbing one of the shovels that JJ had discarded for other activities. JJ’s eyes went as wide as they possibly could, and he took the hint as your father began to threatingly walk towards.

The cat was out of the bag now, so JJ found no harm in leaning down and giving you a last peck. “See you tomorrow sweetheart.” Midsummers, where he would be impersonating a waiter, or as the plan was set out.

“Love you J!” He began to run as your father’s pace increased, and he was closer to the poor boy. At your words, he stopped his escape for a moment to repeat the worded notion back.

Your father didn’t seem too happy about that. “Get off of my lawn boy! And stay away from my daughter.”

It was, although amusing for you to watch, it made you realise that you and JJ would no longer be granted easy action to one another for a while, as you highly doubted that your parents would be calling him to pull weeds.

Because they weren’t the only thing that he had been pulling, and they should have expected no different from a pogue. You however, they had hoped for better.

But you were in love with the blonde, and their opinions would not, and could never change the way that you saw him, even if he lived on the Cut.

Games

Pairings: JJ Maybank x reader

Summary: What happens when JJ gets fed up with Y/N's games?

Word count: 700

Warnings: SMUT, swearing, slight degradation, praise kink?, dom JJ, oral (male receiving), rough sex

"J, what's wrong with you?" I asked from my position on the couch. He stood in the doorframe of the living room, eyeing me with a scowl on his face.

"You, that's fucking what." He growled.

"ME? What the hell did I do?" I furrowed my brows at him as I waited for his response.

"Are you really that stupid? You fucking know what you're doing to me." He shouted as he paced around with his hands in his hair.

"Dude, I have no fucking idea what you're talking about! Don't be a dick!" I shot back as I stood up.

"Yeah you do. You walk around here everyday wearing shit like that, giving me those fuck me eyes, toying with me for your own entertainment." He spat out and I had to stop myself from laughing, worrying that it would anger him more.

"Don't act like you don't pull the same shit JJ. It takes two to play." He remained silent for a few moments, refusing to look at me.

"What the fuck do you expect me to do with that?" He asks and I can see him struggling to calm himself down.

"Well, what do you want to do?" I ask, almost in a teasing fashion and his eyes catch mine finally.

"I want to fuck that pretty little mouth of yours." He growled.

"So do it then." I retorted, before I even had a chance to second guess the words. His eyes grew darker as he stormed across the room to get to me.

"Get on your knees princess." He demanded and I listened without hesitation. I sunk down onto the floor and my hands immediately went to undo his shorts. He smirked down at me as I freed him from his boxers. His cock was rock solid and beautiful. I licked my lips as I looked back up at him and he groaned. "Open your mouth."

I did as I was told, opening my mouth wide and sticking my tongue out. He grabbed the back or my hair harshly and used his other hand to work his cock into my warm mouth. He let out something that mimicked a whine and I felt a pool forming in my panties.

He didn't give me any time to adjust before pulling out of my mouth and shoving back in, his cock already hitting the back of my throat. His pace was merciless as I tried everything I could not to gag. His grip on my hair seemed to tighten with every thrust and tears started cascading down my cheeks.

"I knew you'd take my cock well you whore." He praised as he picked up his pace even faster. I could tell he was growing close with every sound that fell from his lips. A few more thrusts and I felt his hot spurts of cum shooting down the back of my throat. I swallowed it all, sucking the remains from his tip before he finally pulled out of my mouth. "Fuck, I'm not done with you yet." He groaned as he pulled me to my feet and spun me around, bending me over the arm of the couch.

"JJ." I whined, not sure if I was begging or trying to protest his actions when he ripped my skirt and panties down my legs. He used his legs to kick mine apart and shoved himself inside of me harshly.

"Jesus, I fucking knew you'd be tight." He leaned down, pushing my face into the cushions of the couch before pulling out and plunging back in. Any sounds I tried to make were muffled as he fucked me fast and hard. He used his cock perfectly to caress my inner walls as dug his fingernails into my hip.

The burning sensation in my stomach grew quickly and he hissed as I clenched around him. A few more moments passed and he was stuffing me full of his seed. He came so much, I could feel it seeping down my legs. He finally let my hair loose as he stilled inside of me, taking a second to catch his breath before pulling out of me. We fixed our clothes in silence, trying to take in what had just happened when we heard a door open, and John B emerged.

"Dude, tell me you did not just fuck my sister."

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Can I request a rengoku x shy/innocent/wife reader The reader would be very clingy and sometimes a crybaby who is with rengoku everywhere People would just get shocked when they see a girl just clinging onto a guy wherever he goes Reaction of tanjirou, inosuke, nezuko, zenitsu when they meet the pillars and they see the reader clinging to rengoku The reader is clingy to everyone but mostly rengoku and she also clings to oyakata since oyakata also considers her as his daughter. Thank you

Hello! Thank you for the request! This’ll end up being soooo cute!!!

-blxssom

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Rengoku: shy and Clingy s/o

Okay but like

I feel as though I can easily picture Rengoku with a shy and clingy wife

It would be sO ADORABLE

Like imagine

Rengoku was talking to the pillars with a cute girl on his arm when Tanjiro Zenitsu and Inosuke met him

At first they were confused

But thought that maybe he had a daughter?? Since the girl was so tiny???

But then they got shook when Shinobu easily explained that the girl was Rengoku’s wife

Like

What the frick

How could such a boisterous being catch such a small, clingy, and soft girl that’s half his height???

Impossible

They would watch her cling on to his arm and follow Rengoku everywhere he went

But the red male didn’t mind

He smiled happily as he saw his wife making friends with the girl pillars Mitsuri and Shinobu

He would pat her on the head affectionally to keep her at ease

Then she would go off, use the bathroom, and come RIGHT BACK

It was cute, really

She had such a nervous look on her face Tanjiro couldn’t help but feel his heart squeeze

Reminded him of Nezuko and immediately went over to talk

She was super shy, jumpy at anything that rustled or shocked her, but had such a sweet way of talking

Now she reminded him of his mother, which definitely pulled at some heart strings

Tanjiro felt attached to this woman in such an instant

And seeing Rengoku by her made his heart soar

“You know, you shouldn’t bump heads with people. You can hurt yourself severely, Tanjiro” she would always remind him after meeting her

The pillars would all be low key obsessed with the woman

They would almost act like they were all her kids

Or even that they were a big family

She connected them all together in such a happy way

But of course, her funny moments simply shined

“RENGOKU GET THE BUG PLEASE! PLEASE ITS CRAWLING EVERYWHERE!”

That was the first time they heard the soft woman yell so loud that it hurt their ears

Or another time when she hid under a blanket for hours after she saw a spider crawling on the walls

“If I can’t see it, it can’t see me or hurt me!”

She brings fun into anything, even if she doesn’t mean to

ok but not me thinking about dilf oikawa who doesn’t actually know he’s a dad <33

tw: incest, noncon, borderline nsfw

Oikawa finds it impossible not to notice the new, cute little assistant running around the court chasing after stray volleyballs – especially when you can’t seem to keep your eyes off of him. And really, what’s he supposed to think of the way you keep sending glances his way, getting all adorably flustered and shy whenever he catches you.

He’s no stranger to fangirls, but there’s just something about you that piques his interest. 

The first time he talks to you – more than just a friendly greeting, at least – you  manage to look like a deer caught in headlights, tripping over your own words as you try not to make an idiot out of yourself. Doe eyed, nibbling on your bottom lip as you hesitantly gaze up at him, like you can’t quite believe he’s actually striking up a conversation, it’s more addictive than it should be.

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Tooru Oikawa x Affectionate Tall Male reader? Like the reader is a middle blocker and tends to ruffle his hair a lot and Oikawa just gets really flustered all the time because....dumb gay boy in love 💞

Ok but Oikawa getting flustered >>> anything else

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Drabble - Oikawa x Affectionate! Tall! Male reader

⚠️Warnings - none

Pronouns - Male, he/him

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“Dumb Iwa-chan! Baka! Baaaaka!”

Oikawa pulled his under eyelid, sticking out his tongue in the direction Iwaizumi walked off to. He was left standing in the middle of the court, balls scattered around him and the net standing tall and lonely.

He was about to start dramatically yelling at the door again, until two large hands covered his eyes. Oikawas throat went dry.

“Guess who, Kawa-kun.”

Oikawa felt his knees go weak when the person moved his hands to wrap around his shoulders even before he could answer. He did his best to smile all confidently.

“(Y-Y/n)-chan! Oh good timing I...I was just complaining about Iwa-chan not wanting to help me practice my serves.” Oikawa puffed out his chest and closed his eyes. He felt (Y/n’s) chest vibrate with every chuckle that came out of him, as well as his arms tightening from behind him. God, he was so warm. Please offer to help him on his serves. Please please please-

“Y’know, I can help you practice your serves.”

Yes! Oikawa grinned, the same grin he showed off to his fangirls and fan club. He turned around.

He turned around with the expectation that (Y/n) would sadly remove his arms and step back from him, but (Y/n) stood firm and Oikawa wriggled back to face him. His arms were still wrapped around Oikawa’s shoulders, this time huddling him into his broad chest.

“U-uh...aha-“

(Y/n) brought his right hand up to caress the back of his head, his other hand snaking down and worming its way around Oikawas waist. Oikawa held his breath, tensing up ever so slightly.

“Your hair is so frickin’ soft...lets stay like this for a while, yeah?” (Y/n) closed his eyes and slotted his head on top of Oikawa’s. It didn’t help that he was one of the tallest guys on the team either, because now Oikawa had a front row seat the to the smell of (Y/n’s) colonge sprayed that morning on his neck, barely noticable under his natural body’s scent and wearing off throughout the day. But Oikawa could smell it, and god did he want to bury himself in (Y/n’s) stupidly long arms. 

(Y/n) swayed left and right with Oikawa stiffly holding his breath from underneath him, now being able to feel the vibrations of his alluring voice as he hummed a tune he found on a commercial stuck in his head at the moment. He continued humming and rocking Oikawa in his arms, as if he were trying to lure him to sleep with his voice alone.

Oikawa suddenly sputtered, a cough he suppressed from the breath he forgot he was holding. He must’ve forgotten to take a breath in once (Y/n) wrapped him up so gently in his arms. Speaking of that, (Y/n) loosened his grip on Oikawa, finally taking that step back to examine Oikawa’s flushed face with concern. Oikawa couldn’t tell if his face was red because of his stupid crush or because he forgot to breathe.

“Oh, sorry.” (Y/n) grinned, ruffling Oikawa’s hair with his dominant hand. This time, Oikawa made sure to breathe, but the warm, tingly feeling pulsing from his head from (Y/n’s) callused hand made him shrink back a bit. 

“P-Pra..haahct-tice...”

“Oh! Yes, yes, that’s right! I agreed to help you practice...” (Y/n) bashfully retracted his hand, rubbing them together as he walked past Oikawa to pick up some stray balls he found on the ground. He swooped them up into his long arm’s, and Oikawa couldn’t help but fantasize about his long arms around him again. 

(Y/n) looked back. Oikawa was standing there, dumbly staring at (Y/n) with a blank, red face adorning his once cool features. “You good, man?”

Oikawa’s eyes momentarily widened, before he shook his head off and plastered a forced smile on his face. “Totally fine, (Y/n)-chan!” he said, making (Y/n) smile in return. When (Y/n) turned back around however, Oikawa dropped his smile and replaced it with a flustered pout.

'Dumb (Y/n)-chan! Baka! Baaaaka!'

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