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His Hands. (JJ Maybank x Reader)

SUMMARY : You and JJ stand on a pier, having a playful talk about his hands.

GENRE : EXTRA fluff. Lots of emotional intimacy.

WORDS : 739

You stood at the edge of the pier, the salty sea breeze wafting through your hair as JJ crept up behind you. His arms enveloped your waist, and he rested his chin on your shoulder.

Your thoughts drifted to his hands as they slid down to rest on your hips, his fingers grazing the skin of your waist. You had always been captivated by JJ’s hands - rough and calloused from years of hard work, yet so gentle when they touched you.

As he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, you couldn’t help but marvel at the contrast between his strong, weathered hands and the softness of his touch.

“What’re you thinking about?” he asked, but you felt as if he already knew.

You turned to face him anyway, feeling a warmth spread through your body as you looked into his bright blue eyes. “Just thinking about your hands.”

JJ raised an eyebrow. “My hands?” he asked, the hint of a smirk playing at the corner of his lips.

“Yes, your hands,” you rolled your eyes, knowing his playful nature all too well. 

JJ’s smirk grew wider. “Is that so?” he hummed, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

“Yeah, they may be rough around the edges,” you remarked, tracing your fingers over the scars that crisscrossed his knuckles - reminders of a violent past. “But there’s something strangely captivating about them,” you continued, your gaze fixated on his hands. Despite their scars, you couldn’t help but feel drawn to the strength and resilience that they represented.

JJ chuckled, his fingers tangling in your hair as he leaned in closer. “C’mon Y/N. You’re making me sound like some sort of sea monster.”

You laughed, feeling your cheeks flush with heat. “No, I think you’re more like a sea god, with your surfing skills and handsome face,” you said, a playful glint in your eye. “Or maybe a hot sailor.”

JJ grinned, his eyes crinkling with amusement. “Well, you know what they say about sailors and their hands, don’t you?” he teased, his fingers tracing a pattern along your collarbone.

You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t help but laugh at his antics. “I’m sure I have no idea,” you said. “But please, tell me, Captain Maybank.”

He chuckled, his lips brushing against your ear. “Let’s just say, they know their way around a ship,” he said, his hands trailing down your sides. “With hands that know how to navigate.”

You tilted your head, trying to hide a smile as you asked, “Navigate what exactly?”

“The twists and turns of the sea,” he replied, his hand moving down your back, “the curves of a woman's body…”

With a playful grin, you lightly swatted JJ’s arm. “Seems like you’re quite the charmer, Captain,” you teased, unable to hide the amusement in your voice. “But I can’t help but wonder - what else do those skilled hands of yours know how to do?”

His lips curved into a softer smile as he lifted your hand to his lips, trailing soft kisses along your knuckles. “Well, for one,” he said, his breath hot against your skin, “they’re pretty good at holding yours.”

You laughed, feeling a warmth spread through your body. “And what else are they good at?” you asked, teasingly.

JJ leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear. “They’re pretty good at touching,” he whispered, his fingers tracing delicate patterns on your palm.

“And what else?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

JJ gazed into your eyes with a depth of emotion that sent shivers down your spine. “They're damn good at making you feel loved,” he finally said, his voice low and steady. “Every time I touch you… it’s like I’m home.”

Feeling safe and cherished in his embrace, you wrapped your arms around him. “I’m so lucky to have you,” you whispered, pressing a soft kiss against his cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin against your lips. “You make me feel like I’m home too."

As JJ leaned in for a kiss, his hands moved up to cradle your face. You closed your eyes and surrendered to his touch, feeling the strength and tenderness in his hands. They were the hands of someone who had weathered life’s storms, yet still radiated love and kindness. In that moment, you knew that you were exactly where you were meant to be - in his arms, with his hands holding you close.

A/N : Hiii, thank you sm for reading! I have a full story on Wattpad about JJ, feel free to read it here.