⋆˚꩜｡ pairing : sweetheart!kook!reader x bsf!JJ MAYBANK.
⋆˚꩜｡ synopsis : it’s usually sort of awkward, the walk back to your house after a date. with jj though? perfect. ꒰ wc .ᐟ 1.6k ꒱
⋆˚꩜｡ warnings : petnames , tooth rotting fluff !! i haven’t written in a while so it might be buns !! ૮꒰◞ ˕ ◟ ྀི꒱ა
the evening had been perfect.
from the flowers jj had handed you when he picked you up, your favourite variety; from the gentle breeze that kissed at your cheeks all night, a small break from the smothering outerbanks heat; and the bracelet he’d gifted you — one he almost definitely stole — now secure around the wrist currently wrapped around a muscular bicep, the date with none other then jj maybank had been utterly perfect.
naturally, you were surprised when your bestfriend of what felt like forever finally “ manned up “ and asked you out to dinner — as john b had put it — but you’d be lying if you claimed you weren’t excited. your heart had fluttered when jj asked you only a few days ago, his face going a bright shade of pink while his words tumbled out of his lips, as if he hadn’t been practicing in the chateau’s mirror for a solid half hour before.
you’d accepted without a beat of hesitation, that sweet smile you’d trademarked and that always swelled jj’s heart, curling your lips upward. the both of you had set the time and place of the date — the wreck, obviously, just as the sun set — and found your night occupied by a blanketing warmth, unshackled laughter, and the feeling of butterflies settling in your stomach.
“and do you remember when the waitress fell ‘n’ dropped all ‘em plates?? sugar— i swear i laughed so hard water came out my nose,” jj cackles animatedly, his ocean blue eyes glinting with his infectious energy, simultaneous to one of his ringed hands coming to press his cap back over his unbound strands of hair, as he walks you back home.
“the entire restaurant stared at us jayj!! it was horrible, you were so obvious!!” you slap at his arm gently, giggling just hard.
“sweetheart, c’mon, y’have t’admit it was the funniest thing that’s happened all week,” he continues, brining a finger to wipe away at a tear forming in the corner of his eye — way to comically, you might add.
you tilt your head in thought, bursting into another fit of laughter as you recall another recent memory: “hmm, i think topper falling into his pool at the party last thursday was pretty damn funny.”
“fuck—” jj snorts. loud. unapologetically. thank everthing the sun’s already dipped behind the horizon; his joy would’ve startled everyone into shooting glares your way. he’s practically doubling over when he’s back in the conversation, “how’d i forget? you’re right, sweets, that was priceless!!”
the pair of you continue walking through your rich neighbourhood; well-cared for front yards and picket fences lining the kook manors and mansions as you pass them.
for once, the differences between the island didn’t cloud jj’s mind; instead, it was clouded by you.
by the soft sent of your perfume. by the twinkle in your eyes. by the memories he’s made tonight that he will never forget.
“well, uh …” you slow, coming to a stop in front of the embellished doors of your house, turning on your heels to face the boy you’ve spent possibly one of the best nights with ever with. you look up at him, meeting his soft gaze, and trying to swallow the dull aching sensation sticking in your chest, as a realisation your first date with jj begins to come to an end. you tilt your head to the entrance, adding a saccharine, “this is me.”
jj glances up at the large, very clearly expensive manor, nodding absentmindedly like he’s sizing it up — definitely not trying to stall the time he’s got with you as long as he can. totally not. similarly, you look up as well. alternatively to him, however, your eyes cling to the moonlight gracing his attractive features, to the old ‘pelican marina’ shirt stretched across his chest, and to his biceps, tanned from all the time he’s spent catching fish in the sun.
“you starin’?” his smooth, infuriatingly smug voice cuts you out of your daydream, a bemused sort of smirk toying at his lips.
you can feel the heat rising in your cheeks, flushing down to your neck — what was the need for the call out? you splutter slightly, now avoiding his gaze, finding an excuse within reality to not sound like a total creep: “no. i just— i really liked tonight.”
his eyes soften. his smile grows. he seemingly gets closer.
and in response? your heart flutters. your stomach gets swallowed by butterflies. your gaze lingers.
his voice comes out lower, almost huskier somehow, yet it’s drenched in a sort of sweetness, a gentleness, that he always seems to adorn around you. only you.
a temporary silence — comforting, attentive, tinged with unsaid confessions and admiration — cloaks the both of you, galvanising the tingling sensation in the pit of your stomach. his gaze search yours, not with the judgement you’re so used to with your kook friends, but with something dangerously close to love.
before he can really realise what he’s doing, one of jj’s large, calloused hands comes up to your temple; his fingertip brushes against your skin before he places a few fly away strands of your hair back into place behind your ear. all the while, his ocean blue eyes continue twinkle as they continue their downward spiral into your own. he keeps his skin against yours for another few moments, catching the gentle fluttering for your lashes, before quickly pulling away and clearing his throat like a prepubescent boy experiencing his first voice cracks.
“sorry you uh—“ he rambles, looking around awkwardly, rapidly, to hopefully reduce the chances of you catching the growing redness on his face to a minimum. it doesn’t work. rather, you laugh once again — sort of at jj instead of with, this time — finding the pink hue endearing. he continues babbling: “y’know— piece of hair had fallen ‘n’ yeah— y’know. not tryna be all cliché or whatever weird spanish word it is—”
“jayj, jayj—“ you soothe, trying to get his attention back onto you, solely. he whips his head around, pupils wide under the dim lighting of the moon. “yea?”
“it’s okay.” you assure, moving a manicured hand to his chest — one way to ground the pogue boy in front of you. what you dont say you hope is obvious enough; ‘i kind of liked it’.
that familiar smirk — the one your friends rant on about, claiming it to be maddening — creeps back on jj’s pretty features, especially as he stills himself directly in front of you, once again. closer. “have i ever toldja how your eyes are like … wow.”
“thanks, i appreciate it,” you mutter; now it’s your turn to be bashful. the sounds of crickets somehow manage to dim as you find that you’re loosing yourself in the deep mess of jj’s gaze, and the persistent warmth under your hand, still placed over his chest, enabling you to feel the quickened beat of his heart. “sorry— im staring, i just don’t want tonight to end.”
“ ‘s good, sweetheart. i don’t want it to end either.”
he gets closer. even closer.
his forehead comes to rest against yours, his warmth utterly wrapping around your body. his trademarked scent of dried seawater, weed, his cheap cologne, and motor oil completely floods your senses, leaving little space for anything else in your mind. you can hear him swallow and you mimic his nervousness with a tiny hitch in your breath. he catches it; he had to, right? his nose brushes against yours; his fingers lace around yours; his lips mere centimetres away from your own; he’s just so close.
he hesitates for possibly half a second — the one and only time jj’s ever hesitated in his life — before his lips meet yours.
everything around you dissolves; the sounds of the sea, the lights of fancy houses, the distant memory of your mother waiting for your return, all disappear.
at first, its the definition of a first kiss: soft, tentative, and holding unholy amounts of tension. it’s as if jj’s scared you’ll break of he rushes too fast, resulting in a sweetness you’re sure only a select group of people have ever encountered. soon enough, one of his calloused hands come to your waist, pulling you closer, while the other comes to your cheek, angling you so his tongue can explore deeper — and fuck how it does. you hum into it — yet again lost in the feeling of his thumb brushing against your cheek bone, and his chest pressing against yours — and he swallows it fervently.
“alright, that’s enough,” you murmur breathlessly, gently pushing against the fabric of his shirt, after a long moment where you’re simply enthralled by the other. jj’s instantly groaning, squeezing his palm into your waist to try and pull you back in. “aweee c’mon sweets, gimmie a bit more.”
“next time,” you tease, unable to wipe the satisfaction plastered all over your face.
“so there’s a next time, huh sugar?”
“maybe. if you play your cards right.”
you resist the antics you’ve pretty much given into all night, finally pushing his warmth off of your skin. you scamper up the steps to your front door, trying to calm your heartbeat from one hundred miles per hour down to a speed that wouldn’t send you straight to hospital in any normal circumstance. your hand presses against the wood for a beat too long, applying just under the right amount of pressure to swing the entrance open, before you quickly turn back to jj.
“missin’ me already, cupcake?”
“you wish. ‘ cliché ‘ is french. not spanish.”
“ … swear down??? damn, i’ve been lied to my whole life.”
ᯓ★ a / n : i’m praying i haven’t lost my touch for writing jj’s dialoggggg ajnxowkwn ˶ˊᜊˋ˶. tbf i wrote this on a plane after having a stroke of brilliance. anyways !! i was concidering writing the acc date part, if u guys wld be interested in smt like that maybeeeee ?? i mean im probably gonna disappear again soooo ๑•͈ᴗ•͈๑.
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