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maybankxw · 11 months

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MORNING GLORY

pairing: jj maybank x fem!reader

warnings: mature content ahead! [ teasing; fingering; cum play; ] minors dni!!!

summary: waking up with jj

a/n: felt like this is what waking up with j would be, enjoy!

links: masterlist / taglist / ask box

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Hard bulge pressed my ass, I felt a strong arm draped around my waist, a deep drowsy growl came from behind me, fingers stroked my stomach lazily, warm breaths tickled the skin of my neck. I curled up closer, grunting softly in response, my arm covered his as I stroked his knuckles, feeling a flicker of heat in the pit of my stomach.

I flipped onto my other side, meeting the pair of pale blue eyes, still half closed, his expression slumberous, watching me, a faint smile stretching on his lips.

“Hey,” his low murmur was the first thing I heard this morning, besides the waking sounds we made. Huge palm rested on my lower back, pulling my shirt up as we faced each other, stroking my spine, eyelids heavy, faces sleepy, touches intense, affectionate.

“Hey,” I murmured back, my arm stretching up to cup his face, his cheek warm under my touch, slight stubble pricking my skin, his ashy blond strands falling messily over his forehead, no matter how many times I tried to swipe them off.

I nuzzled his throat, inhaling a painfully familiar scent, my favourite scent, his. My lips landed lower, right in the middle his chest, kissing softly. His hand gripped my nape, tangling my hair, dragging me closer. I felt his heartbeat quickening its pace.

His hefty thigh was trapped between mine and I grind myself once, twice, my moan muffled by his chest. Leisurely, slow, so slow, I rubbed myself against him, kissing the path up his throat, leaving wet open mouthed kisses, attacking his neck, rubbing my cunt against his thick thigh, his cock hardening in an instant, pressing the inside of my hip. I panted, allowing all the little breathy moans to spill out of me with every new touch.

Almost soundless “fuck” slipped off and I bent my head back to look up at him.

He bent his knee and pushed it towards my clit, my panties got damper, moans threatening to become louder. His eyes never left mine as he claimed my lips, hungry, devouring me. I let his tongue slip into my mouth, demanding, taking, while I tried to get off on his thigh, “JJ,” I gasped, scratching his chest, veering lower until I reached his abdomen and palmed his clothed cock.

“Fuck,” he cursed, and a curse sounded like a prayer. We loved teasing each other like this in the mornings, slow, deliberate, because in the morning everything felt more intense.

His arm slithered lower, fingers brushed damp cloth as he caressed my slit, lightly at first, applying more pressure, making me buck my hips and bite his shoulder.

He laid me down, pinning against the sheets, my shirt up, revealing my bare chest, nipples tight, begging to be touched, “Beautiful girl, all mine,” his gravely murmur was hypnotising, beckoning me to drown in him.

Head dove down into my chest, hair tickled my skin, his mouth wrapped around my breast, sucking gently, teasing my nipple with the tip of his tongue, one at a time, releasing and leaving them wet and throbbing.

“JJ,” I breathed out, arching my back off the mattresses, my bare stomach touching his skin, making me want more.

I fought over and pushed him on his back, crawling on top of him, straddling his lap. He wore black boxers I was in my underwear, but I ground myself on his cock, thick and hard, my own arousal suffocating me, desire clouding my mind.

He dragged my shirt over my head, palms gripped my tits and he squeezed them, hard, pinching my nipples, making me whimper. My panties were wet, he shoved them to the side, lubricating his fingers with my wetness, pushing them inside me, stretching me out, perfectly filling me in, “Good little girl you are. Made for me.”

He fucked me slow, like he had all the time in the world, pulling out and thrusting in again repeatedly, making me bite his neck to muffle the moans.

I kissed him again, while he fucked me and fucked me, making me feel so damn good. I managed to slip my hand into his boxers, pre cum oozed from his tip and I pressed it with my thumb, rubbing it over his swollen cock. I stroked it, grazing his balls, squeezing and caressing, eliciting a trail of dirty growls that lingered in my ear.

We kissed so much, while we got each other off. I came first, he played with my clit, punching and rubbing, sending me over the edge, his fingers coated in my cum. He brought them to his lips and licked them clean, humming as he did, looking me in the eye, turning me on all over again, “Fucking perfect.”

I felt his cock jerk and I stroked faster, tightening a ring from my fingers, squeezing close at the tip. Cum rushed out on his stomach, his groans filled the room and invaded my mind.

I leaned in, sticking my tongue out, licking the drops of thick liquid off of his abdomen. He tasted salty and warm. A firm palm closed around my neck and he dragged me up, our mouths crashing together, tongues fighting as we both tried to take the reins, “I love you,” he said, kissing my face, my cheek, my nose, my forehead.

“I love you,” I murmured breathless, kissing him in the corner of his mouth, “I love you so much,” my thumb brushed his lower lip and I shut him up with another insistent kiss, grasping his hair, biting his lip at the end of the kiss.

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maybankxw · 11 months

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ART DECO

pairing: rafe cameron x fem!reader

warnings: mature content ahead! [ drug and alcohol usage!!; mentions of a gun; fighting; unprotected sex; cum play; ] minors dni!!!

summary: they’re just so high they don't even know what they're doing but a little party never killed no one? :)

word count: 2k

a/n: i just feel like rafe is the embodiment of the ‘art deco’ song, enjoy! x

links: masterlist / taglist / ask box

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I’m the one to tell this story, because I was the only sober enough to remember.

“Fucking hell that was a good one,” Rafe mumbled as he sniffed a line of cocaine, Barry took the second and I was the third to try, it indeed was a good one.

“So is this place all yours now, huh?” Barry leaned against the backrest, flashing his teeth, stretching his arms to the sides.

“Yeah,” Rafe chuckled, fiddling with a glass in his ring coated fingers, “All mine.”

There was a little party at Cameron’s mansion, the sun was just starting to set, people got drunk, danced, chattered. I took a sip of amber liquid, it burned my throat, my eyes raked Rafe’s figure, white shirt with a few buttons undone, tight around his body, revealed his tanned his skin, his strong carved chest and his neck adorned with birthmarks, I wanted to kiss them all. His eyes were bright blue in the sunlight, hair buzzed and a lazy smile stretched on his lips as he babbled about something, occasionally sipping from his glass. I loved watching him.

My tiny white dress rode up, exposing a little too much skin. Thank fuck I couldn’t care less. Rafe and Barry sat right across from me, talking about drugs and money.

“After you,” Rafe nodded his head at the white powder spread on the table, his low voice snatching me out of my fucking daydreams.

“Together,” I dared, smirking, leaning in. We shared the last line, closing our eyes at the ecstatic feeling, sprawling on the sofas.

“Hello, princess,” a guy named Alex plopped next to me. I made a face at the pet name, everyone else ignored him. Alex was known as a womaniser, sleeping around, Prince Charming. He draped his arm around my shoulder, making me tense. Rafe’s eyes shot to the scenery, he watched our every move, his jaws gritted. He had to take a sip of whiskey to swallow his anger and disgust, never looking away from us.

“Let’s get out of here, me, you, my place,” Alex whispered in my ear, nuzzling my temple.

“I’ll get another bottle,” I shoved down the remains of my drink and leapt up to my feet, walking into the house, feeling the burning stare on me as I made my way inside. When I came back, I almost let the bottle fall, hearing a distant chatter, they weren’t yelling nor they were having a calm conversation, because one of Rafe’s hands was behind his lower back. I knew what that meant. He was holding his gun.

“Hey, man, you touch her again, I’ll smash your fucking face, yeah?”

“What did you say?” Alex bit back taking a step closer, there was a drink in his hand.

“You heard me.”

“How about I smash your face? Why are you worried about that whore anyways? She’s not yours and will never be.”

That’s when Rafe lost it, completely lost it. His gun was out. He smashed it against Alex’s temple, pushing it into his stomach afterwards, pure disgust written all over his face, “Call her that again, I won’t hesitate and put a bullet into your gut.”

Barry stood close to them, ready to snatch them apart at any time, apparently that wasn’t it.

“Put the gun down, Rafe,” I rasped, settling the bottle on the table.

Suddenly Alex jerked, splashing whiskey onto Rafe’s body, his shirt, his face, his fist collided with Rafe’s cheek. I ran towards them, stepping in between, “Stop right now!”

Barry pulled Alex back as I was trying to stop Rafe from doing something stupid, but he was glaring at the guy behind me. Maybe we had too much.

“At me, Rafe, look at me,” my fingers touched his forearm, sliding down, grasping the barrel. His eyes snapped to look into mine and he let me have the gun, “He’s not worth it, come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”

I tried to pull him with me, but he didn’t budge, “Come with me, Jesus, just come with me.” Now I was getting angry with both of them, silently thanking Barry for helping to handle all of it, “Give it a rest, man,” he patted Alex’s back as me and Rafe made our way inside the house.

I pawed for a washcloth, soaking it up in water. His bathroom looked dark, a mirror hung above the sink, he leaned against the side of it, “Take your shirt off,” I wrung the tiny towel out.

He sighed, hesitating for a brief moment, he wanted to joke about it but didn’t. His shirt went over his head and he into the bin. He carefully watched my movements, the look on his face too soft for what happened minutes ago.

“You don’t have to do this.”

I didn’t respond, pressing the washcloth to his cheek, gently rubbing it against his skin, earning a hiss from his mouth.

“Sorry,” I whispered, sliding the towel lower, to wipe the remains of whiskey off his arms, his chest and his stomach, drawing watery circles. Our eyes locked, my palm was flat against his chest, warm and solid, I could feel his heart beating.

“You think I’m crazy?”

“What does that matter to you what I think?” I folded the towel, keeping on wiping his body clean, “You’re crazy all the time.”

A muscle pulsed in his jaw, his fingers clamped my wrist, tightening around it, “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” I threw the washcloth into the sink, staring back up at him, “You put your life out on the line.”

He let out a chuckle, coiling a strand of my hair over his finger. Suddenly I felt my breaths speed up, like I wanted to kiss him. He must have felt the same, because his fingertips touched my face and he dove in, placing a hot slow kiss, persistent, like he left me with no choice wether I wanted that kiss or no. I didn’t complain, because his mouth felt so good. He was so close, the scent of his cologne hit my senses, making me feel lightheaded, I clung to his waist as he pushed us back against the wall. Our breaths turned so heavy, we were gasping, together. His fingers fiddled with a bow on the back of my dress as he untied it, searching for the hem of it, pulling the dress up and over my head. Heavy palms landed on my waist pulling me into his body, the cold metal of his rings making me bite my lip. Hard bulge brushed my stomach and involuntarily I let out a shaky breath, causing him to smile.

“It’s fun,” he rasped, dropping down to his haunches and his response made me ponder wether it was a reply to my words or did he mean us sneaking here. His fingers curled under the sides of my panties and he dragged them down slowly, savouring every inch with his gaze, his eyes following the movement of his hands, “I wanna fuck you,” he mumbled, placing a kiss on my abdomen, looking up at me. I was so high, I wanted to let him do whatever he wished. My fingers touched the back of his head, I couldn’t pull his hair because they were too short so I just clung to his neck as he kissed a path down, his eyes never leaving mine.

I was tensed, so ready for his mouth to devour my pussy. That’s not what he did. Abruptly he stood up, taking a step closer, visibly fighting himself for a moment, then his hand slid under my hair, wrapping around my neck and his lips faintly brushed mine. I was holding onto his belt, slowly trying to unbuckle it, my hands shaky, while his proximity drove me fucking insane.

Thick finger brushed my pussy and I gasped, clutching the belt buckle in my hands, my eyes fluttering closed.

“Feeling alright there?” he grinned at the way my body was responding to his, sliding his finger in to the hilt, pulling out and in again, “You want me to keep going?”

“Mhm,” I desperately nodded my head, biting my lip, squeezing his biceps, “Keep— ah, going.”

He sighed, closing his eyes too, his forehead resting against mine as he pressed me into the wall moving his finger in steady pace, the sloppy sound of my wet cunt filling the room.

A groan came out from his mouth as he rubbed his clothed cock against my thigh, clenching his jaw and tightening his other hand on my neck. The guy was whipped, but scared to admit it, even to himself.

“I want you,” I whimpered, finally unzipping his pants and pulling them down along with his tight black boxers. His cock sprung out, deep red, hard, precum oozing from his tip. I gasped, wrapping my fist around him, drawing little circles on the head with my thumb. He groaned louder, pressing his mouth into my shoulder to muffle the sounds he made, dragging his finger down the inside of my thigh, spreading all the wetness he collected. Then he gripped me by my hip, wrapping my leg around his waist, stroking my slit with the tip of his cock, teasing me, going inside just a little and then pulling out, making me whine and scratch the back of his neck, “Rafe, stop with the teasing.”

His lazy smile and drowsy gaze made me shiver, his eyes stopped at my lips and right when he kissed me, he thrusted in making me scream out, swallowing it all, still grinning like an idiot. His thrusts were hard and deep, not too fast, bun not slow either, it felt perfect.

“Come here,” he rasped, squeezing my ass, making me straddle him, my heels digging into the back of his thighs. He kissed my chest, wet tongue teased my nipple as he fucked me good, my eyelids heavy, not enough air in my lungs, because I was gasping, unable to take a deep breath.

“Sweet little pussy, all mine,” his eyes found mine, his arms tightened around my torso as he slammed his hips into me faster. His mouth was all over me, leaving wet kisses, nursing out little bruises on my tits, a few on my neck, the pads of his fingers digging painfully into my skin. All my composure fell the minute we stayed alone and right then I was a moaning mess, completely at his mercy.

My fingers tightened around his chin, steadying him, his eyes burned with lust, pupils dilated, swallowing the blue. I stared at him admiring how handsome he was and this new haircut of his only made him look more hot and dominant. I smashed my lips against his, biting and sucking on his tongue, licking his bottom lip, then dragging it at the end of the kiss as he fucked me and fucked me, the head of his cock bruising my insides. Everything felt so intense because we were high as fuck on coke and sex and each other.

“Rafe—“ I choked out, feeling my stomach burning, my walls clenching around him, “Cum inside me, make me yours.”

Something snapped in him, he turned so eager, going in rougher, even though I thought it was already hard enough, his thumb pressed my clit and I moaned, loud, my head dropped back to rest against the wall as I tried to catch my breath, rippling and creaming around him. Rafe wasn’t too far either, his cock twitched as he tried to bite back his throaty growl, panting into my throat. Warm cum spilled inside me, making us both moan in satisfaction, I trembled in his arms as his cock softened and his grip on me loosened. He put me back down, still caging me, heavy palms caressing the sides of my body. I felt his cum trickling down my thigh so I rubbed them together.

“No,” he protested, collecting all of it and pushing in back inside, causing me to cry out and dig my nails into his shoulders, my pussy still sensitive after his severe thrusts, “Gotta keep you full.” He found my panties and helped me put them back on, “Next time I want you on my bed, spread open on my sheets,” he put the dress on me as well, spinning me around, tying a bow on my back and placing a soft kiss on my shoulder, his whisper low in my ear, “Tonight, you stay here.”

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maybankxw · 11 months

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hi, how did u create the google doc for the taglist? i want to do something like that because for some reason i am unable to tag people in my posts, thank u! also love all of ur fics <3

hi sorry i just saw this! i used google forms, you sign in and then you can create whatever questions you want, then it should give you a link to the form you created and that’s it :)

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maybankxw · 1 year

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MOVES

pairing: jj maybank x fem!reader

warnings: mature content ahead! [ public sex; fingering; ] minors dni!!!

summary: she attempts for jj’s attention in a restaurant

word count: 1.4k

a/n: one of my favourites, enjoy! x

links: masterlist / taglist / ask box

any feedback (comments, reblogs, anon asks) would be appreciated!

“And then the boat just flipped and he went underwater!” Pope’s voice was muffled in my ears. Maybe I was a bad friend for not paying attention, blame JJ, because my entire attention was on him. I loved teasing him, more than I loved my cherry chocolate cake and trust me, I could sell my soul for that one piece of sugary pasty. But when we were in public? That’s a different kind of satisfaction.

“He’s home now, but he had to see the doctors…” Pope kept talking next to me, while I nibbled my lip in between my teeth, staring at Maybank’s mouth, remembering our last night, how that mouth drove me out of my mind, leaving me gasping and clenching the sheets.

“Are you even listening?” I felt a jostle on my side, my gaze switched to my friend beside me who sat with the scowl on his face.

“Of course I am!” I protested, “There’s no need to fight me!” I shoved him back playfully, taking a sip of my mojito lemonade. Cool liquid ran down my dry throat, not helping the flicker of electricity in the pit of my stomach whatsoever.

It was a friendly gathering with the three of us: Pope, JJ and me. Kiara was too busy and our beloved couple went on a picnic date together.

We settled in a small restaurant, bright insides from sunlight, which lingered through the huge glass windows, comfy green plush couches with decorative pillows and mahogany tables.

“His heart stopped for like thirty seconds!” Pope’s hands slapped the wooden surface, but I barely noticed, because I kept staring at JJ. We secretly fucked, none of our friends had the slightest idea, we both agreed on that, because there’s danger in being caught meaning more fun. I slipped off my shoe and stretched my leg beneath the table, my toes slid up his shin, his knee and up his thick thigh, that he made me ride until I came. Blue eyes darted to me and he shot me a warning look, I only returned a wry smile as I rubbed my foot against his lap, making my way closer to his cock. I knew he was already hard, but I needed to feel it. Suddenly, his fingers wrapped around my ankle in a tight grip that made me gasp. He didn’t look at me anymore, he watched our friend and laughed at whatever Pope was talking about.

Ashy blond strands were brushed back, his dark shirt almost half-unbuttoned, I fought an urge to straddle him and lick that neck and kiss that chest. Helplessly, I tried to move my leg further, but he didn’t allow me, so I slipped it down and back into my shoe, “I’ll be back in a minute.” I stood and strode to the bathroom side. Entering the stall, I hesitated for a second, but then I dragged my underwear down and clenched it in my fist. My black mini dress hit at mid-thigh and I smirked to myself at the though that flashed through my mind.

Back in the room, I slid onto the couch next to JJ, my hand slithered into his pocket leaving a little surprise for him.

“Missed me?” I flashed a smile, looking at Pope, my chin propped on my hands as I bent them and set my elbows on the table. I felt JJ’s shoulders tense, his hand fishing in his pocket, his jaw tightened at the glimpse of white lace, we both looked down as he retrieved a bit more of the cloth, just to be sure he wasn’t hallucinating.

“Are you guys okay?” Pope’s face was puzzled, we both shot our heads back up, “Yeah,” I said as calm as I could manage, “There’s some dust on his pants,” my smile reached my ears, reassuring Heyward we were just fine. My hand came to rest on JJ’s thigh as I dug my nails into the rough material of his shorts. A hint of a growl escaped his lips and I bit back a smirk. His palm closed over mine and he tried his best to resist my touch while I lost myself in the musky scent of his cologne.

Pope’s ringing phone tore the awkward silence and he took the call.

“Hey, dad?”

Me and JJ watched our friend as he motioned that he needed to head out, “I need to get home asap!” he mouthed with his phone still pressed to his ear and disappeared behind the entrance.

JJ’s face turned to me, his brows raised, meaning ‘what the fuck were you just doing?’ I leaned closer, my palm slid up and cupped his cock, hot and hard under my touch, my lips brushed his and I whispered, “Don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy that,” I smiled against his mouth, caught his lower lip in mine a dragged it slowly. His fist tangled in my hair and he slid his tongue into my mouth, “Are you naked?” he asked between the fighting and biting, “Is that why you went to the bathroom? To drive me fucking insane?”

At this moment we didn’t care if someone saw us, we sat at the farthest corner anyways.

“Sit on my lap.”

“What?”

“Sit on my lap,” he repeated, his voice hoarse, his eyes searching mine, lustful and hopeful. I did as he said, my dress inched up, my spine rested against his chest.

“My turn,” he rasped, leaving a hot, open mouthed kiss on my neck, his heavy arm sneaked around my waist and squeezed my inner thigh, a shot of electricity ran through my body and I shifted, grinding my ass against him, he growled and bit my shoulder in response.

“JJ,” my voice came out as a breathy plea. Grabbing his hand in mine I pushed him between my legs, the slightest touch of his fingers made me gasp and throw my head back. A chuckle escaped him and he rubbed me again, applying more pressure this time. He was going to fuck me in a public restaurant — I didn’t complain.

When he slipped two fingers inside, I grabbed his knee for steadiness as I bucked my hips against his hand slightly, sloppy sound of my wetness filling the space.

“Fuck,” his breath slid through my hair and broke against my skin. I was getting drunk on his presence, his growls and his touch, “We won’t get out of here until I make you come.”

His fingers curled inside and I chocked, suppressing a moan. He felt too good and the thought of us being caught was like pouring gasoline into a small flick of fire.

His thumb found my clit as he started rubbing steady circles, making my body jerk, his other hand squeezed my bare thigh, his lips skimmed my shoulder and neck in a faint touch.

“Harder,” I cried out, feeling the knot in my stomach unraveling as he thrusted rougher, his fingers covered in my arousal, sliding in and out effortlessly, “Oh, God.”

Low chuckle rumbled up his throat, his forehead dropped to my spine as he rubbed his nose against my bare back, quickening the movements of his hand, biting my shoulder and smiling as he felt my body trembling. Soft cries burst out of me as a wave of pleasure came crushing over my body, my thighs shook uncontrollably, my head went dizzy and I grabbed JJ’s wrist wishing for him to stop and never stop. I just hoped no one heard me or looked in our direction.

The ripples slowed, he eased out of me and I relaxed on him, my cum dripping down, staining his pants. When I returned back to reality, my cheeks glowed red, “JJ—“

“Let’s go, pretty,” he pushed my dress downward and I sensed his hand flying up to his face, the sound of licking made my head snap back, “Sweet,” he murmured with a sly grin on his face. He tasted me on his tongue. Oh this fucking boy.

“Get up,” he slapped my hip, making me stand up on my feet, “I’m not going to get easy on you,” he leaned and whispered in my ear, his arm wrapped around my waist as he dropped some cash on the table, walking me to the door. A smack landed on my ass as well and I jolted, “That’s for trying to seduce me in front of Pope.”

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maybankxw · 1 year

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CINEMA

pairing: jj maybank x fem!reader

warnings: mature content ahead! [ cockwarming; teasing; oral, male receiving; unprotected sex; public sex; ] minors dni!!!

summary: movie night at the chateau with friends

word count: 2.1k

a/n: love this a little too much, enjoy!

links: masterlist / taglist / ask box

any feedback (comments, reblogs, anon asks) would be appreciated!

I spaced out, bluntly staring at the screen in front of me, too caught up in my thoughts, the images from last night flashing through my mind. How his strong arms captured me as he fucked me hard against the bathroom wall, drops of water scattering down our bodies, the steam fogging the glass up showing the imprints of my palms.

“They should’ve hired me as a movie director,” low male voice snatched me out of trance and I turned my head frowning, confused.

My eyes shot up to see JJ gesturing at the screen, quietly rumbling about the movie that was forgotten by me long ago. All I could think about was him, fucking him, touching him and I felt the knot in my stomach tightening.

I sprawled on the couch with my legs swung to one side and my head resting on JJ’s shoulder, his huge palm weighed my thigh down as he mindlessly drew small circles with his thumb, warming my skin up. Fuck we were in a house full of people and the worst thing was that I didn’t care.

It was a movie night with the crew — us, John B, Sarah, Kie and Pope, spending a night at the chateau together, TV and beer all night — that’s how it was supposed to be. Outside the storm went crazy, the rain hammered against the windows and a lightning forked the sky from time to time. It was colder than usual, no heating in the house, we wrapped up in blankets to keep ourselves warm and cozy.

Taking the room in, I noticed everyone seemed to be asleep, or half asleep at least. Sarah snuggled up with John B and Kie with her arm on the floor laying next to Pope.

I kneeled beside JJ, the scent of his body hit my senses, his cologne mixed with the musky odour of his skin, his hair smelled like salty ocean air and he was warm and strong, I wanted to drown in his arms. Fuck me. He squeezed my thigh, watching and waiting for my next move, the look on his face baffled but I saw a flicker of lust burning in his eyes, my stomach flipped and I bit my lip covering his hand with mine. His attention wasn’t on the screen anymore, it was on me.

My head dove in and I buried my face into side of his neck, my uneven breaths crushing against his skin, my lips touched and kissed, gently, savouring him, a sudden intake of air let me know he was enjoying it as much as I did.

I stuck my tongue out and licked a path up to his jaw nibbling afterwards, eliciting a low growl and a harder squeeze from him. My hand slipped under his shirt, veering to his throat, down to his bare chest and stomach. Muscles flexed and his abdomen tightened under my touch.

My fingers reached the zipper on his shorts and undid the metal scrape. Swallowing hard, I palmed his clothed cock, pressing my forehead to his cheek, rubbing my breasts against his toned arm, “I want to suck you off and kiss you,” I rasped, brushing my lips against his cheekbone. His breathing turned ragged too as his eyes traced the movements of my hand underneath the blanket, soft grunts tumbled up his throat, when I pressed him harder,

“I want you inside me,” I whispered into his ear, rubbing my nose against his temple, biting his earlobe, “Take them off, I’ll be back.”

Crawling over and slipping off the couch, I stood up, looking at the others, “Are you guys awake?”

They didn’t respond and I smiled to myself, strolling in the direction of the kitchen. The whole house was dark, only TV screen casted a dim glow, but it was enough for me to navigate my way. My tiny navy blue dress fluttered around my legs as I walked and I felt JJ’s gaze following me until I disappeared behind the corner.

I swung the fridge door open and pawed for a can of beer, settling it on the counter and closing the door shut, hooking my fingers into my panties, dragging them down. White lacy cloth crumpled in my fist and I picked up the beer, returning back to the living room. I could have taken my underwear off right in the room, but that was too much fidgeting and I didn’t want to drag too much attention or wake anyone up.

Back on the couch, I slipped under the blanket again, pushing my fist into JJ’s huge palm, folding his fingers over my panties.

He looked at me, his eyes big and dark blue fixed on mine, the look on his face puzzled as he pushed his hand over the blanket and unwrapped the cloth, rubbing the material between his fingers staring at them.

His lips parted as if he wanted to say something and his eyes darted to me again, hunger shining in his them, a little grin curled on his lips, his eyebrows raised, “Did you just—“ he crooked his finger motioning between me and the kitchen, breathing through his mouth.

“I want to cockwarm you,” my words ghosted his ear and I bit his shoulder, running my fingers up his massive thigh, “Please?”

I lowered his boxers, his cock jutted out to his stomach and I shifted uncomfortably, wanting that cock inside me, feeling the slickness between my legs coating the insides of my thighs. Bringing my palm to my face, I licked it and rubbed him slowly, swirling my thumb over his tip, spreading his pre cum lower, watching a muscle pulsing in his jaw.

He grabbed me by my waist and swung me over his lap, making me straddle him, my back against his chest, “You’re a fucking tease,” he pushed my dress skirt up, running his fingers against my wetness, “Needy. Can’t wait a few more hours, can you?”

I swivelled my head back and shut him up with a kiss, hot and deep, his tongue fought mine, and I moaned, feeling his hands on my stomach.

“Be quiet,” he warned, fisting his cock, lifting me up, running the swollen tip against my cunt, slick with arousal, wet and aching.

In a torturously slow motion he lowered me down, easing himself inside of me and I cursed, gasping for air, feeling him filling me. Fuck, how much I loved him.

I reached my hand behind and thread my fingers through his hair, trying to calm my breathing. His hair was soft, the ends curled up at the back of his neck.

My thighs were spread, my legs wrapped around his calves. We were hidden beneath the soft grey blanket, my spine perfectly matched his chest as I relaxed on him, closing my eyes at the fullness that felt way too good.

Minutes passed and I felt him softening as he already used to the sensation of me on him. I bucked my hips, grinding on his lap, but he stopped me in an instant, “Don’t move,” he rasped in my ear, kissing the spot below my ear, and I thrusted my hips back and forth again. His hands caught my hips and pressed me down, hard, “I said stop or I won’t hesitate and fuck you in front of them all.”

I shifted my ass, making him groan into my skin, his voice rumbled through my body and I couldn’t resist but scratched his thigh, “I wish we were alone and I could suck you off,” I moved up and down a little more, “And taste your cum on my tongue.”

God, I was so turned on I forgot about out friends and all the surroundings, it was me and him.

Suddenly, one palm was under my dress kneading my breast and I arched off of him just and inch, his other hand lowered down, rough pads of his fingers met my clit and he started rubbing it in slow steady circles. “JJ—“ I jerked in his grasp, my pussy clenched around his cock. He was hard again.

“You didn’t listen to me,” he pinched my nipple, his forehead pressed the back of my head. It was hard for him to hold back too. “Take it like a good girl you are,” pushing my hair to the side, he trailed kisses down my neck, leisurely stroking my clit, gliding his hand up and down my body, grazing the underside of my boob. Our chests rose up and down and his fingers played with my swollen bud, teasing and teasing, retrieving and coming back.

I pushed my dress further, wanting to take it off, clutching his hand in mine, bringing it back to my chest. My eyes closed, he stopped moving.

His huge palm cupped my pussy, spreading the warmth trough me, making my toes curl, the other one moved to my belly, pressing me further into him reminding me of a week ago when he held me down like that, while I bucked my hips up to his persistent tongue. What would I do to be eaten out by him right now. Fuck the movie night.

I clenched deliberately and his cock jerked, he slapped my pussy and let go, eliciting a whimper from me. His lips touched my neck in a feathery little kiss which deepened into sucking and biting. He marked me. I was drunk on his touch and his scent and the heat of his body pressed to mine, the beer had nothing to do with it, I only had one.

His body slid lower, with him still buried deep inside me, hips flexed and he started moving them slowly, I squirmed, reaching down to rub my clit, only for him to snatch my wrist away, “No.”

“I need to come,” my words came out as a plea, my head swivelled to look behind my shoulder, catching his dark gaze on mine. He replaced my fingers with his, applying more pressure and I bit his neck, trying not to scream, feeling the wave of pleasure washing over me.

He hissed as I buried my face into his skin, trying my best to stay as quiet, TV noise slightly muffled our panting. My hips shook uncontrollably, my whole body trembled as the ripples intensified, blood pumped in my ears and my fists clenched the blanket. I came, fuck I did, feeling drowsy, practically sinking into JJ’s chest.

“Better?” he asked, kissing my forehead and the tip of my nose, I scrunched up, smiling.

“I love you,” I brushed my lips against his, planting a kiss, nibbling his lower lip between my teeth, cupping his chin with my hand, touching the clean shaven jaw.

I lifted myself up and slipped off of him, bracing myself next to him, where it all started.

“Where are you going?” he grabbed my wrist, not willing to let go. A smile flickered my face and I snuck underneath the blanket, clutching his cock in my hand, stroking it. I latched my lips to his swollen tip, swirling my tongue over and over. His heavy palm pushed the blanket away and I heard him breathing faster, his fingers tangled in my hair and he tugged, spurring me to take him in deeper. I bobbed my head up and down, squeezing his balls in my hand, plump and soft. He thew his head back and pushed his thighs up, hitting the back of my throat with the head of his cock. I choked, backing away for a moment, taking him in again.

“Fuck, baby, I’m going to—”

His cock twitched, his hand in my hair stilled, the other grasped the arm of the couch and a thick warm liquid filled my mouth, his soft pants reached my ear and I lapped up all the trickle that met my tongue, swallowing every drop. Taking him out of my mouth, I kissed his cock and tugged his boxers back up, wiping the remains of cum from the corners of my mouth with my thumb, licking it all clean.

He seized my wrists and closed the gap between up, rewarding me with a hot deep kiss, “You’re something else, you know that?”

“Yeah?”

“Hell yeah,” he kissed me once more, capturing my neck, “I love you.”

The grumbling from aside made us stop and turn towards TV, Pope woke up, trying to open his eyes, checking his surroundings. When he noticed Kie asleep, he plopped back down draping a hand over her waist. I laughed under my breath, putting my underwear back and laying down to rest on JJ’s lap, returning to the stupid movie that was still on.

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Please make a part 3 to night call with reader and jj ending up together 🥺any way you want i just can't take a sad ending or I might cry/die 🐬

A NIGHT CALL, [3]

part 1 / part 2 / part 3

pairing: jj maybank x fem!reader

warnings: mature content ahead! [ cheating!; oral, male receiving; swearing; unprotected sex; mentions of blood, abuse; ] minors dni!!!

summary: its just a kook party where everything takes a turn

word count: 2.4k

a/n: pt 3 as requested! I hope you enjoyed these tiny series <3 if you have more requests you're welcome in ask box x her pov!

links: masterlist / taglist / ask box

any feedback (comments, reblogs, anon asks) would be appreciated!

“Sarah is here, I’m gonna go say hi,” I let go of Nick’s arm, walking towards a friend of mine.

There was a huge event happening tonight, the alley covered in flowers and garland lights, drinks served all around, people dressed in black and white. Rich people.

I didn’t wanna go at first, but they promised drinks and I loved getting some fun with those. Nick found himself a company, two old men, probably talking about some business shit. That wasn’t my forte, I was not interested in the slightest, so I made my way straight to Sarah.

Right when I was about to approach her, my eyes spotted a familiar figure. He looked, damn, he looked even hotter than before — white shirt was half unbuttoned, apparently he was wearing all his shirts like that, his little necklace dangled on the neck, black jacket and pants tight and tailored. Fuck me. I was staring and only snapped out if it when someone accidentally pushed past me.

Me and JJ haven’t spoken for three days and it drove me fucking insane. I was wondering what he was doing there anyways.

There were tables and plates and silverware and cards with participant’s names. I snatched one, fished out a lip liner from my bag. JJ was still there, laughing and squeezing Sarah’s shoulder. It looked like he was about to leave, so I wrote down a message right as I hurried forward. It said ‘Meet me on the shore at 10:15. Right side.’

There was a sea line down the alley, one side had moored yachts and ships, the other was in the dark, empty, now that it was around 10 PM it stood still and quiet.

“Hey, Sarah!” I waved at her, making my way closer, giving her a tight hug, JJ remained on the same spot. I met a pair of blue eyes staring at me, there was something in those eyes that looked a lot like relief, like he was waiting for me to be here.

“Hi baby,” Sarah exclaimed, patting my back, “Long time no see! This is JJ Maybank, I assume you heard of him.”

“I have,” I gave him a smile, stretching my arm out to give a handshake, slipping him a note as well.

“Don’t believe everything you hear, those are all lies,” he chuckled, clutching the card in his fist.

“Pleasure to meet you,” I murmured, watching him biting his smile back. I was so desperate to kiss him.

“The pleasure’s all mine.” He grinned and excused himself, walking in unknown direction. We chatted a little more with Sarah. She caught me up on all the news with her boyfriend, she also mentioned J again, saying he finally got the job as a security guard there.

We took a drink together, then her parents stole her away from me. It was nearly the time so I sneaked down to the shore only to find JJ already waiting there.

“You haven’t called.”

“I know.”

He walked closer, stopping a few inches away from me, his huge palms engulfed mine, his gaze fixated on our hands.

“So I heard you’ve gotten the job?”

“Mhm,” he smiled faintly at me, finally meeting my eyes, “I’m sorry, I figured you wouldn’t wanna talk to me. This sounds so stupid, but I guess I was just scared of you rejecting me so much I chose not to hear anything from you at all.”

“I always want to talk to you.”

The moment got so intimate, we were hidden in the dark, soft warm wind caressed our skin and messed with our hair, he looked so handsome, so inhumanly handsome I was ready to take him right there.

He pressed his forehead to mine as he held my face in his hands, trying to resist me so hard. His face scrunched up, like he was in pain and his jaws tightened, “I can’t stop thinking about you, I can’t get you out of my fucking system. That’s why I haven’t been calling. I thought that would help to ease, to forget, but how can I forget you?”

I kissed him. I kissed him deep, trying to fit all my love for him in that kiss, slowly and deliberately. Now I was the one holding his face as he pressed me further into his body by my waist.

When our lips parted, he panted, hard, like he couldn’t believe he was kissing me, like he was scared he will never kiss me again. It felt the same for me.

He dove in for more, catching my bottom lip in between his, not willing to let go of me.

Someone started yelling up the alley, I recognised a familiar voice. That was Nick’s.

“We need to get back,” he rasped, our noses still brushing.

“I’ll find you later, I promise,” I planted one more kiss on his lips.

He ran to the alley to see what happened as I walked past him.

There was a fight between two guys, one of them was Nick. I saw them kicking each other in the face, so much rage, I felt uncomfortable.

“Stop it! Stop it now!” I yelled, approaching the scenery, noticing JJ already dragging the other guy away from my boyfriend and some other security holding Nick back.

“You motherfucker,” a guy who started a fight yelled in Nick’s face, shoving JJ off of his back, accidentally hitting him in the face, “You touch her again, I’ll smash your fucking face against the wall.” He spat out some blood and turned to walk away. My face was filled with terror, my eyes started watering, Maybank was behind covering his whole cheek, I could see he was in pain.

“What the fuck was that?” I snapped at Nick, my jaws gritted. I was so mad at him, but the fight was nothing compared to the truth I found out later.

“Nothing,” he shoved past me heading to the bathroom.

I didn’t go after him.

“Someone bring the first aid kit,” I called as everyone kept staring in shock, “Now!”

“Here,” an old lady handed me a tiny bag.

“I’ll do it,” a brunette girl tried to snatch the bag away from me, she looked like a barbie, that was sickening.

“No,” I protested, gripping the material tighter, “I’m starting med school, need practice,” I gave her a fake smile, grasping the bag and turned back to JJ, he was hiding a chuckle.

He had a busted lip, it didn’t look as bad, but still needed some treatment. I helped him down on a bench, the rest of guests returned to what they were doing, except for a few curious, who still started at us from afar.

“Med school huh?” He grinned, hissing at the pain and licking his lips.

“I lied,” I grinned back, “Does it hurt a lot?” “It’s fine. I’ve had it worse. Don’t even need the first aid, but since it’s you’re the one doing it, I might actually pretend I’m in so much pain and stay here with you.”

I let out a happy sigh, pouring some alcohol onto a cotton pad, gently applying it around his wound, wiping the blood, “Now hold this for a while,” I scooped some ice from a champagne bucket and wrapped it into a napkin, pressing it against the corner of his lip.

Suddenly someone clamped my wrist, my head swivelled back to see Nick standing tall behind me. He looked angry.

“Let go,” JJ also stood up towering over me, I was caught in between them two.

“Who are you?” Nick snapped, jerking me, “Get up, we have to go.”

“I’m not going anywhere until you explain what the fuck happened here.”

I freed myself from his hold, my back was facing JJ now, I felt the warmth of his body behind mine. It was so tempting, just to lean back and sink into the enticement of his body.

“I’ll explain later.”

“Now, Nick.”

“I’ll leave you two to it,” JJ whispered in my ear, his fingertips brushed my hip, catching a hem of my silky dress, I wished he ripped it off of me. A whiff of his cologne caught my senses and for a second I felt my body weakening, lost in that night we spent together, “Find you later.”

“So?” my attention went back to the guy in front of me, “Who was that, what happened? Why did you fight?”

“I’ve been cheating on you.”

I froze on the spot. That meant it didn’t happen only once. That story took an interesting turn, I remained silent waiting for him to spill more.

“I screwed young girls, from eighteen to twenty. One of the latest only turned eighteen a week ago, that was her brother.”

“For how long?”

“Months.”

“I cheated on you too.”

“What?” His eyes widened, “You don’t mean it. You’re only saying it to hurt me, you’re fucking lying.”

“What makes you think that?” I licked my dry lips and stepped closer, “This haven’t been working for a while now and I see why. Things started feeling off back in November, let me guess this was the time you started fucking around? The only thing I don’t understand is why you kept being in this relationship, your parents hate me, you don’t have anything for me. That is fucking pathetic. It’s where we end. I fucked up too, but I’m happy I did. Goodbye Nick.”

I plopped down on the bench, gulping a glass of champagne. JJ was standing with two girls, chatting about something. He was smiling.

I pulled out my phone and send him a text, ‘Going home. Come in for a drink after work.’ I also put my address in there and hit send.

Back in my house I felt relieved. Heels off and I poured myself a glass of wine, realising I haven’t eaten anything in hours. I put an apron on to keep my dress clean, turned the music louder to brighten up the mood and started cooking.

It didn’t take me too long to boil some pasta and make a sauce for it all. I swung my wine in my glass, taking tiny gulps.

A sudden knock on the door startled me, I turned the music down, heading to the entrance. JJ was there, he was hiding something behind his back. Involuntary, I smiled, twisting the lock and opening the door for him to come in.

“You came.”

“That’s what she said,” he whispered, grinning like an idiot.

I smacked him in the shoulder, “You just ruined a movie worth moment,” I said playfully, closing the door behind, “Are you hungry?”

“I’ve got something for you,” he pulled out a tiny bouquet of sunflowers handing it to me, “Met a granny passing the street, selling those, thought you might like it.”

“Can I kiss you,” my voice came out as a whisper as I accepted the flowers and walked closer.

“If you want.”

I let the bouquet rest on the coffee table, tiptoeing closer, winding my arms around JJ’s neck, planting a kiss on his lips. He tasted like alcohol, smoke and mint, “I want more than just to kiss you.”

“Oh fuck, come here.” He made me jump up, his fingers dug into my hips, holding me tight against his torso. We made it to the couch, he was hard, I could feel it through this trousers.

I made a deliberate move, making him groan into the kiss and press me tighter into him. His hair was ticking my forehead, I could feel a subtle stubble on his cheeks, he smelled nice, musky, there was a hint of spice in his cologne. “This is a really nice fucking dress, but it will have to go off.”

Lust swirled in his eyes, his ocean blue turned dark. My fingers undid the rest of the buttons and I spread his shirt open, scratching a path down his chest and his stomach, finding his belt and zipper. His pants and underwear went down the floor to rest around his ankles, his cock sprung out, hard, leaking, begging for attention.

His eyes turned molten, skimming my body, stopping at my panties, “Off.”

“No,” I replied, smirking, sliding off of his lap and kneeling in front of him. My fist wrapped around his cock and I gave him a few gentle strokes, planting a kiss on his tip, before sticking my tongue out and running a stripe up the underside of his base. JJ’s eyes fluttered closed, his hand settled in my hair and a groan fell from his lips when mine swirled around his broad head lapping it over and took him in. I moaned at the taste of him in my mouth, sending vibrations through his body, my head bobbed up and down slowly, one of my hands scratched his thigh.

“Fuck, yes,” he moaned, twisting my hair tighter, slightly pushing me down, his cock hitting the back of my throat, “Come up here,” he demanded, pulling me up, sliding my panties off and sitting me down on him, “Wanna kiss you, while I fuck you.”

He gave me some time to adjust, his palms were heavy on my hips as his lips teased my neck, making me whimper and start grinding back and forth.

“J—“ I whispered, locking my eyes with his, staring into the deep blue, my fingers fiddling with his necklace, “I don’t want you to go, ever.”

“What about—“ “We’re not together anymore, we broke up.”

His lips found mine again in a hot, lustful kiss as he started pounding into me harder, picking up the pace, making my breaths hitch and my nails dig into the skin of his shoulders. “Does that mean you’re mine now?” He rasped, unable to catch his own breath, locking his eyes with mine.

“As long as you want me to,” I murmured, pressing a kiss to his lips, feeling my high too close. I nuzzled his neck to cover my whimpers, his hold on my body tightened, his eyes squeezed shut and so did mine. My clit brushed his pelvis as he lengthened his strokes, his groan was muffled by my collarbone. Thick warm ropes of cum filled me in, that spurred me to come harder, creaming over his cock, sensitive and out of breath, dizzy.

I tug on his hair, still moving on top of him, whining under his ear, “Fuck, I— You feel so good.”

He gave me another kiss, his thumb brushed my lower lip as I studied his face, a thin layer of sweat coated his forehead, his hair a mess. He was fucked out. “Stay the night?” I whispered, mindlessly drawing patterns on his chest, feeling him softening inside me.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm, I’ve got wine, pasta and a second pillow.”

“That sounds like a date.”

“It might become one.”

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