met him in the dark / pt 1
pairing / jj maybank x reader
warnings / alcohol, cussing
summary / you go to one of the infamous obx parties on the beach, but get a little tipsy. during, you meet a certain blond boy where it proceeds from there.
did you think you’d end up at a party tonight? no, probably not. but here you were anyways, amongst the crowd and the teenagers of obx. What would’ve been a quiet night on the beach now had became the complete opposite, every other noise drowned out besides a blur of voices. the faint hum of music was underlaying through the crowd but to be honest, you weren’t quite sure where it was coming from.
the comforting scent of salt the ocean offered was only a memory now, the stench of alcohol tainted on every persons breath. finally managing to shove your way from the massing crowd, you take a deep breath and sit on a log resting on shore. sand caked your bare feet as you enjoyed the cool air fanned against your skin. the booze you’d downed at the beginning of the night was now coming back in a blurry haze, offering nothing more than a head ache. you weren’t a light weight by any means, but the atmosphere of the party just fueled the side effects.
you glanced half heartedly at the solo cup held loosely in your hand and with a shrug, downed the rest. screw it.
ignoring the pounding in your temples, you sunk back into the gathering of teenagers, pouges and kooks alike. the cropped tank top was dangerously close to slipping from your shoulder as you let the music take control, swaying along to the tune you really had no recollection of.
suddenly you halted, stumbling in the sand as your back bumped into someone. you blinked and stared at the arms wrapped around your waist in support, before finally coming to you senses and standing to your feet. a laughing voice came from behind you and the flush in your face now wasn’t only from intoxication. “if you wanted to be close to me, coulda said it doll.”
“what’s your name?” you spoke, voice cracking with laughter as you looked up at him. “JJ. JJ Maybank at your service.” he playfully bowed, looking at you through his mess of blonde locks.
“JJ.” you repeated, letting a grin creep to your face. “well, JJ Maybank, I’m y/n.” you mirrored his actions and gave a sloppy bow, making him smile even wider. “y/n.” he repeated, rolling the name around his tongue, glancing down at you. “pretty name, pretty face.” he flirted, making your face heat up. but, alcohol gave you one good thing. confidence.
“could say the same for you, mr maybank.” you drawled, slowly walking a circle around him in the tightly crowded space. your hand had drifted up to his chest and was trailing down over his back when you arrived back to the front. with your head about shoulder level to him, you were seeing everything you wanted to. the unbuttoned top made it easy.
you bit your lip in a smirk as your hand gently flickered over his abdomen, making his brow cock up in surprise. “of fuck, your hot.” he breathed, slightly catching you off guard as he took your wrist and placed it onto his body. the hardened muscle beneath your hand was flexed as he took a breath, the acrylics on your nails tracing the definition of the abs.
suddenly the crowd got rowdy and surged, making you stumble and fall into him once more. your head rested safely against his shoulder as his arms wrapped securely around your waist, making sure you wouldn’t fall. your bare skin was exposed to the warmth of his hands on your hips, sending fireworks across your mind. you glanced upwards, meeting his blue gaze. you saw his lips part as if he were going to speak, but you didn’t let him even began the sentence.
the flavor of his lips was quite possibly the best thing you’d ever tasted. and you wanted more. pressing your body closer to his, the kiss was deepened as your mouths parted to invite each other in. his calloused hands traced up your hips, waist, and back down, exploring your body. your palm rested against his chest as your other hand tugged at his hair, pulling the boy closer to you.
finally you two parted, hot breaths fanning across the others neck as you remembered to breath. you dive back in for another, mind blurred and with only one thought. you wanted him.
your eyes flew open in confusion as he held you back gently, shaking his head. his eyes were betraying how he felt. he wanted to kiss you, he did, but he knew it wasn’t right. “hey, you need to get home.” he said in a knowing voice, gently grasping your wrist and detangling it from his hair. “no. no I don’t want to.” you barked, roughly shoving him. it didn’t do much damage, your uncoordinated hit slowed and sluggish. how much had you had to drink? it was a faint memory.
ignoring your pleas, he drug you from the crowd and away from the party. the sounds and lights faded as you two walked further down the beach, where you’d finally quieted. you were tired, disoriented, and had no fucking clue what was happening around you. finally jj paused, running an exasperated hand through his hair as he steadied you. “damn. your hammered.” he laughed, but his brows were furrowed. he had no clue what to do with you. part of him didn’t want the responsibility. he didn’t want to have to worry about someone else besides him. but, for some reason, he felt the need to protect you from the mistakes he’s pulled many times before. john b would know what to do. that’s where he’d take you.
you were faintly aware of him draping the tropical shirt he’d been wearing over your shoulders, the smell of the ocean meeting your nose. black bit the edges of your eyes, and the only thing you remembered before blacking out was two arms carrying you into the unknown.