maybank oneshots

VULNERABLE

vulnerable
w/c: 1.5k
description: fwb is risky and difficult and unfair, as you learned the hard way.
warnings: jj x reader, sexual innuendos, swearing, angst!!!

crowds of people gathered round the two boys, pogue and kook, slamming their fists into each others bloody faces.
as you got closer to the aggressive teenagers, you recognised it to be jj maybank and rafe cameron, no surprise.
"rafe, stop." a deep, growly voice spoke from the polo shirt-clad, coke sniffing side of the cheering mob.
a strong arm gripped the collar of the pogues tank top and pulled him back to his feet. john b then whispered something in the blonds ear, making his head snap to you.
his blue eyes softened as the blood from his cheek dripped down his clenched jaw, his thick eyebrows furrowed and sweat coated his wrecked, beaten up body.
"y/n?" his voice croaked out, once rafe had been yanked away into the groaning flock of islanders, disappointed the fight didn't lead to much else.
your head shook and you fought your way through a multitude of dancing tourons, trying to steer yourself clear from any of the pogues.
things had been awkward ever since you called off the arrangement you and jj had.
friends with benefits.
it was a risky deal, one with rules that either stuck or didn't.
jj was the one who made the rules, he was the one who kept reminding you of the rules, reminding you of what would happen if one of you ignored the stupid, god damn rules but yet, jj was the one who forgot about not falling for you, falling for your quirks, your humour, your looks.
jj maybank broke the rules.
it was a sentence that many would be familiar with, as what is a maybank if they aren't troublesome?
but you knew your friend, or who was once your friend, he was a boy who didn't just fall for girls.
he slept with girls, every night, sometimes more than one. he was a player, a fuckboy, a lady killer. if the boy flirted with you at a party, you would have the best sex of your life but then he will leave. he doesn't stay at girls houses overnight.
the pogue had a way with words, being able to twist the most simple, misogynistic things and make them sound romantic and endearing wrapped around his sweet talking voice.
he was a heart breaker.
thats why you were okay with the arrangement of fucking with no strings attached, who could say no to such offer? especially if the boy offering it was jj maybank, arguably the most attractive guy on outer banks. pogues, kooks and tourons included.
all the boys had their eyes on you and all the girls were jealous of you.
you didn't like relationships and neither did jj, so it was ideal for the both of you.
rule one: no kissing
that lasted just two months of the deal
you were last to stay at the chateau, kie and pope having already left to go home due to their curfew.
"i'm gonna head off to bed." john b yawned as his arms stretched above his head, "you can stay if you want, you know where the extra pillows and shit are." he then got up and left.
as soon as his bedroom door clicked shut, you felt a hand trace the skin of your bare arm.
"what do you want to do now that we're all alone?" he smirked as your face burned crimson.
You giggle quietly and shrug, your slender fingers tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you finally let yourself gaze down at his tan torso, after having decided previously that it was 'too warm' to wear a shirt. the boy was just wearing a pair of grey sweatpants, his muscles protrudent and prodigious as the v line on his sweat coated abs led below the waistline of the soft fabric, your y/e/c eyes wandered down to where you'd grown familiar with. You rapidly meet his eyes again as embarrassment encased you, knowing he had been gawking at the way your stare stayed on his bulge. you were knowingly feeding into his already enormous ego, his cocky exterior radiating off him.
Before you process what's happening, his large, veiny hands grasp your tight jaw to turn your tilted head to him. his breath wafts against your heated skin, pressing tranquil, sensual kiss on your pouting lips, only leaning back for a moment before going back in, more passionate and rough.
at the time you thought nothing of it.
whats one rule going to change?
rule two: keep it a secret
that rule only lasted five months.
you sat on the ragged, scruffy couch in the chateau, the heavy rain outside pounding against the window.
you looked up and met kiaras curious gaze.
she exhaled loudly as if she was disappointed in you, her arms crossed over on her breasts
"you're acting differently."
jj grinned at you and winked, causing all eyes to turn to the two of you.
the boy let out a breath before turning all of his attention to kiara.
"we're fucking." he said simply, making a gasp escape your throat as your brain felt fuzzy and muddled.
the pogues all exclaimed shock and surprise, and even disappointment. you and jj had agreed they wouldn't find out, it would make it seem too real and too much like a real relationship.
they didn't need to know your sex life, it wasn't important.
but again, you didn't think it was too bad. they were your friends after all, they were bound to figure it out or walk in on the two of you at some point.
rule three: its not exclusive
this rule lasted eight months, you think.
"y/n, i saw a guy come out your house last night." kie teased, having rode her bike to the chateau this morning and catching the eye of a tall, lean kook crawling out your window. you giggled and rolled your eyes.
"this boy i met while working the golf cart at the country club, he was really flirty." you smirked, not noticing the boy sat beside you clench his jaw and fists, his eyes squeezing shut.
"you were with a boy?" jj spoke, frustration laced his speech, confusing you slightly. you just nodded in response.
you caught john b and pope both look at each other and grimace, before looking back at their best friend and whispering
"calm down, j"
he responded by pushing himself off the wooden log they sat on, throwing himself up and storming into the house beside the marsh.
"what the hell is his problem?" you muttered, not understanding his reaction or why the two boys across from you glared daggers into your skull.
you raised your eyebrows them questioning.
"he hasn't slept with anybody for about four months." pope told you, a frown stained into his dark skin.
"and that's my fault because?"
"y/n. he likes you." john b then stood up and followed jj into the chateau, after sending you a cruel scowl. pope quickly scurried after them, not even giving you a second glance.
and that was the last time you spoke to the pogues. two months. they all took jj's side obviously, having been friends with him the longest.
jj caught up to you, his fingers wrapping around your forearm, pulling you back into his chest.
"jj, please. leave me alone." he shook his head, tears pooling in the bottom of his eyelids.
"how could you think that we were just friends?" his voice wavered, figure cowering into a slight hunch.
"because we were! we had rules! those rules were to stop something as idiotic as this from happening!" you yelled, gaining the unwanted attention from stragling tourons, pogues and kooks who were now listening in on your private conversation.
"We're not just friends and you fucking know it."
you turned away from him, not being able to look into his heart broken eyes.
why was he the one that was heart broken?
he started the arrangement, he made the rules. it was his fault it backfired.
when you were thirteen years old, you moved from new york to south carolina.
why?
him and his friends decided to bet on girls they could get nudes from. and you, a quiet, shy girl from their classes, ended up being one of their targets.
dylan told you he loved you, and as a thirteen year old girl, you drowned in the romance. it seemed so true, so real, as if you were living a real like rom-com.
you were vulnerable and blinded by his lies. so you did what he asked, you send the photos he so desperately needed.
and within minutes, the whole school had seen parts of you that only you should see at that age.
so from that day you vowed to not trust boys, to not trust relationships. even if that boy asking for your hand in love was your best friend jj maybank. someone who had proved to you many times daily that you could trust him.
of course you had feelings for him. how couldnt you?
but you still werent over being used for a males entertainment.
"we were not more than friends and we never will be. goodbye, jj."