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momentomorix · 1 month ago

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Don’t dream it’s over

Crowded House - Don’t Dream It’s Over

Summary: She couldn’t tell which was worse — the tornado tearing through the world outside, or the quiet storm between them in the same room, after all these years, with JJ’s sharp words still ringing in her ears, telling her to stop chasing him.

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, sexual tension,emotional tension,references to complex past relationships,sexual vulgarity

Writers notes: English is not my native language; please excuse me if there are any mistakes or poor translations. JJ Maybank x Reader Part.2

The rain hammered harder and harder against the windows, Fripouille—your dog—yapping out of fear while you tried to calm your own. It wasn’t the first tornado you had faced; they happened often here, and you had what it took to isolate yourself from the world until everything settled. However, you hadn’t expected JJ Maybank to come visit you at the same time. “Stay away from the windows.” You rolled your eyes, annoyed that he was imposing himself at your place when you hadn’t spoken for a while. Of course, he had chosen the perfect moment to finally come and apologize, leaving you no choice but to listen. “Live your life, and leave me the hell alone!” “I don’t want you here.” “You always show up like bad news, damn it.” He had said all that to you, his eyes red from alcohol, one night when you had shown up in a rush because he couldn’t even stand after leaving the bar. It was always you they called to watch over him. While he didn’t want you. The concrete stairs leading to your basement felt cool as you sat down there, your head resting against the railing hoping it would all be over soon. “Do you have flashlights?”

He was already rummaging through the shelves filled with odds and ends that you should have sorted through but never had the courage to do. Memories from a past you’d been trying to forget for days, your father’s belongings that you weren’t ready to give away yet, and then some flashlights. JJ lingered on a photo frame that showed your group of friends from high school. John B. stood proudly in a suit his father had lent him for prom, his arm wrapped gently around Sarah’s neck. They were both married now and expecting their first child in the fall. He himself was holding Kiara, both convinced they would live their young love story to the end, happy. Pope was embracing you and Cléo, like a little trio apart. Maybank had always denied it, but he had been jealous of that closeness he couldn’t build with you. Cléo had been like the sister you never had; you’d hit it off right away in elementary school. You had even been a witness at her wedding with Pope, wearing a dress just for her. “Did you find it?”

JJ turned away from the photo at your words, pushed the box aside, and showed you the flashlights with a crooked smile. “I’ve got them.” He turned away from you, hiding the emotion of having found that old photo when everything was fine back then. If you forgot the lies, of course. The storm suddenly erupted, causing the old house’s power to go out while JJ shook the flashlight wildly in his hand. You jumped, swearing as the thunder rumbled, and he was tempted to come to you, knowing your fear of storms. But he didn’t do anything.

“It’s going to be okay,” you whispered to your dog who whimpered in response, “We’ve been through worse.” There had been the time when, as a young puppy, he had jumped into the river behind your house and you had a hard time getting him back. The time he ran away at night to the Castle where his biscuits had been left behind. The time JJ took him for a ride on his motorcycle and you thought you’d die of fear watching him speed up. Damn Maybank. “Going to meet someone special, huh?” “What?”

You watched his blue eyes linger on your silhouette, dressed in a long summer dress—a change from your usual outfits. Pulling your wool cardigan tighter around you, you looked away to stare at your worn boots, the ones you didn’t want to throw out. “Were you going to meet him?” “That’s none of your business.” The sharp tone you used almost made him smile; he was more used to your bad temper than this passive side you’d shown him lately. At least, when you still talked to each other. Outside, the sky darkened, making the room dimmer, more intimate. He handed you a flashlight, and your fingers brushed as you took it. The shivers were still there. “You shouldn’t be with him.” You let out a gasp of shock, deeply irritated that he would bring up the subject with such boldness, such arrogance. You shouldn’t have been surprised — this was classic JJ Maybank. Not caring what others think and acting according to his own will. His impulsive side had gotten him into trouble when he was younger, dragging your whole group down with him, even though you admired that part of his personality. “You don’t know him.” “Are you kidding me?!”

Well, it was clear you had messed up by saying that. Everyone on the island knew Rafe Cameron; he wasn’t the warmest person, but he was a good guy. He’d also endured his father’s antics, just like his sisters, but he was the one who had to bear the consequences. He had a reputation for being involved in shady dealings, but that wasn’t true: he was just doing what he could. You had spent hours with him rehabilitating the library where you worked, starting with work talks that would turn into pleasant dates. You liked him, and JJ could see that clearly. Rafe and JJ had never really gotten along, though both made efforts for Sarah. Rafe was older than you all, but sometimes he hung out with your group, accompanied by some of his own friends. JJ had caught his gaze lingering a little too long on you when you were teenagers, until Kiara showed up and he’d forget that sting in his heart. “He’s not what you think.”

You felt compelled to defend him, disliking the judgment in the blond’s gaze. You were an adult now, almost twenty-eight, and you didn’t need his approval to be with whoever you wanted. “If you say so.” He turned away from you to look out at the stormy landscape. The small windows didn’t offer much of a view, but it was enough for him to try to think of something else. All those things that had eaten away at him for years but that he had buried deep inside. Now, all that mess was coming back in a jumble in his mind because he had decided to face it. And all this chaos brought him back to that junior prom night, the night everything went wrong when it was supposed to be simple. Seeing that he had his back to you, you let yourself observe his silhouette. He had never been one for jeans, but the pair he was wearing hugged his ass pretty well, his t-shirt riding up slightly when he raised an arm to lean on the beam in front of him. He was still as handsome, his face less jovial than before, his eyes darker. His divorce from Kiara had hit him hard, and you had tried to be there for him by silencing your feelings. You had acted like a good friend, both for him and for Kiara, who had now moved away. It had been three years, and he still hadn’t gotten over it. You could see it in his sad expression, in his less frequent visits to parties, in his lack of enthusiasm to try to live instead of just stagnating. The storm was still raging outside, but you got up to get some water. The atmosphere was heavy with unspoken words, the silence awkward. “What are you doing?” “I’m going to get some water.” You continued climbing the stairs until he grabbed your wrist to stop you, spinning you toward him with an annoyed look. “It’s dangerous up there, the windows could break from the wind and…” “Let go! I didn’t ask you to come, Maybank, leave me alone!”

Under your sharp anger, he let go of you, and you slammed the door behind you, leaning against it. Your heart was racing too fast in his presence, and even if it was just separated by a door, being away from him felt like a relief. You grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, taking a sip with pleasure before a window suddenly shattered. You screamed in surprise as the wind violently rushed into the kitchen. Finally realizing the danger, you rushed toward the door leading to the basement, and JJ grabbed your hand, opening the door at the same moment you arrived. “Fuck!” He held you close, his heart pounding with worry that something had happened to you when you screamed. You accepted his embrace, too shocked by what had just happened, and he took your face in his hands to check that you were okay. “I told you not to go,” he growled. “Since when am I supposed to listen to you?” You broke free from his grip to descend the last steps and sit down, exhausted. His footsteps were hesitant as he followed you to take his place in front of the small windows. The trees were being tossed around in every direction, just like his thoughts. A year ago, when he finally decided to break free from the dark pattern his mind had become, the first thing he wanted to do was see you. He had decided it was time to tell everything, to finally be honest. But when he saw you in the old library, next to Cameron discussing the renovation plans to bring it back to life, he chickened out. Again. Alcohol replaced the embrace he had imagined with you, creating lies in his head and making him say things he didn’t really mean. You intimidated him, he who had never feared anything except not being enough. He watched you from afar, your hair still as tousled and long, that serious look when Rafe showed you a plan you didn’t understand, that awkwardness of yours when you walked into a wall, tripping over debris. You were still yourself, and yet he saw the adult he didn’t know. He had pushed you aside to try to make his relationship with Kiara work, in vain. And when it ended, he didn’t even let her go with regret, but with resentment. Against himself. “He’s not the one for you.” “JJ,” you whispered, tired of arguing with him. “It was you I wanted that night.” You furrowed your brow, not understanding where he was going with this, your heart pounding. He walked over to the box he had rummaged through earlier, picking up the photo frame and wiping off the dust. “I got there after you guys, some shit with my dad held me back.” He still remembered Luke telling him he looked ridiculous in his bow tie. He had gotten ready to look good enough for you, wearing more cologne than usual and taming his wild hair. He walked into the high school gym acting like an old pro, but he was nervous. Because that night, he was finally going to ask you out. He searched for you with his eyes, finding you next to Kiara pouring drinks, and froze at the back of the room. You had tied your hair in a long braid, your makeup accentuating your dark eyes, dressed in a red dress.

"You were still wearing your Vans," he recalled. You raised your eyebrows, surprised he remembered that detail as he kept looking at the photo. "They played Iris that night, and it felt like a sign. Every time I heard it, I thought of you. Only with you did I feel… free." He had always loved the Goo Goo Dolls. "What…" "I walked up to you and was about to ask you to dance with me." "No… you asked Kiara." You remember because you had to pretend you weren’t hurt. You had been in love with JJ since you were thirteen, hoping at sixteen that he would finally ask you out. "I looked at you when I asked," his voice grew harder, "but Kiara thought I was asking her." "No." "You said nothing, so I went with her… I didn’t dare tell her that it was you I wanted." He released the frame to set it upright on the shelf, staring at the group of friends he had loved so much. He had healed some wounds, made peace with Kiara by understanding why their marriage had failed, and had gotten drunk all night after that talk with John B. and Pope. Now, he was in front of you, kneeling to be at eye level, his eyes searching yours to make sure you understood everything. "Do you understand?" "You’re talking nonsense." It couldn’t be true. "I wanted you, y/n." You closed your eyes at this confession, harsher than you had expected. You had loved this boy since your teenage years, had your heart broken watching him love your friend instead, still smiling when they got married and moved in together afterward. You had made your own life, pouring your sadness into work to move forward. "I still want you." And all of that, just for JJ Maybank to finally admit one day that he had always loved you but had been too cowardly? “Is this some kind of bad joke?” JJ’s eyes narrowed, frustrated that you didn’t believe his words. “Fuck, no!” “You’re messing with me!” You laughed without joy. “I don’t fucking believe it… It’s because of Rafe, isn’t it? That’s pathetic.” You suddenly stood up and stepped away from him, breathing slowly to keep the anger from taking over. You were starting to move on, and now he shows up? Bullshit. “y/n.” “You see I’m moving on, so you feel lonely, right? y/n doesn’t pay attention to me anymore, so let’s go pay her a fucking visit!” JJ looked at you incredulously. He never intended to come back to hurt you; he just wanted to tell you the truth, to be honest. Of course, if he could avoid seeing you with Rafe, that would be a relief. Running his hands through your hair to regain composure, you paced in front of him, thoughts swirling in your head. “Our marriage was just another mistake,” he continued, taking your place on the steps, “it didn’t work because I didn’t love her properly.” “Shut up.” “I didn’t love her the way I loved you,” he went on, unfazed, “you looked happy and I…” “Oh, please!” You slapped your thigh, exasperated. “I was never happy to see you with Kiara! I respected your relationship because you were my friends, but damn it, JJ! I’ve been in love with you since I was thirteen!” This confession lifted a weight that had been resting on your shoulders for far too long. Fifteen years of keeping your feelings deeply buried, living through romances convincing yourself they would work. Failure. Every time. JJ stood up, slowly approaching you, shaken himself by your admission. You had never shown any of your feelings, always treating him like a friend you cared about, just like the others. But never more than that. And now he was learning that you were two fools who had been lying to each other all this time? “Are you still in love with me?” “What?” “You said you’re in love with me.” “It doesn’t matter anymore, I’m moving on, damn it!” “I still love you.”

You felt the tears coming, blurring your vision, already dimmed by the room’s darkness. JJ slid his thumbs under your eyes to wipe away the tears threatening to fall and pressed his forehead against yours. “I still love you,” he whispered this time. “Stop.” “Do it.”

He pressed his lips gently against yours. You didn’t pull away, savoring despite yourself this gesture you had imagined so many times. He was taller than you, so he tilted your face back slightly to part your lips from his tongue, invading your mouth in a desperate embrace.

Your back was pressed against the beam when he pushed you there, using it to better ravage you, his hands cupping your cheeks. “JJ.”

You had to catch your breath after this assault, but he kept planting wet kisses on your skin, nibbling your throat to hear your moans again. He could feel your hesitation, understood it, but couldn’t stop touching you. Not when you were there, in his arms, your face flushed with the desire that crept through you with every touch, your fingers gripping his arms, unsure if you wanted him to pull away or come closer. “One word and I stop.”

He was serious— it would hurt him, but he would. Your eyes met, and you saw everything you’d been waiting for all your life. JJ was everything you’d ever wanted, and now he was here.

You made the first move, your lips meeting his to anchor you both in the moment. Your tongues brushed in a passion held back for years. His hand trailed over you, savoring the rapid beat of your heart as he placed his hand on your chest. The dress you wore made it easy to slip past your underwear, which he lowered gently, finally savoring the chance to touch you and not just imagine it.

You moaned as his fingers played with your wetness, already slick from his caresses. “Fuck, you’re already dripping for me.”

Proud of the effect he had on you, he slid a first finger inside you, teasing you gently. Your body arched against his, and his free hand cupped your face so you could meet his gaze. He added a second finger, your wetness slowly sliding down the skin of your thighs, amplifying the pleasure flooding through you. He watched every detail of your face: your closed eyelids, tightly shut under the flood of sensations, your hands gripping the fabric of his t-shirt, your neckline begging to be uncovered. “Look at me,” he whispered.

He wanted to read in your eyes that fire of desire for which he alone was responsible, to see how he was slowly consuming you—in the most beautiful way. Your thighs trembled beneath his hand, which continued to explore you. You wished you could wipe away that arrogant look you wore as you opened your eyes, but a moan escaped your lips when he played with your clitoris, the pressure in your lower belly bursting suddenly. He caught you as your legs gave way beneath you, turning to marshmallows, his hand delicately spreading the rest of your desire along your thighs, tracing a burning path he promised himself to taste later.

At that moment, he wanted nothing more than to make you his. The kiss that followed was slower, deeper. Your hands trembled as you undone his silver-buckled belt, eager to finally touch him. His skin, soft despite a few scars, still carried the warmth of the sun after so many hours spent on his surfboard. He grabbed an old blanket and gently laid you both down on it, your body molding to his with a troubling ease. He belonged here, by your side. You could already feel his cock hardening against you, trapped inside his boxer briefs, as he rocked his hips slowly against your pelvis with a heavy sensuality full of promises. He wanted to take it slow, savor every moment, but he felt that wouldn’t be the case. The urgency was starting to flow through his veins, his lips growing more insistent against your skin as you traced invisible lines along his muscular back. You had wanted this moment so badly that you hadn’t stopped staring at him: his jaw clenched from holding back, his biceps tense above you, and that trail of golden hair leading to a place still hidden. Every touch between you was electric, and when you squeezed him a little tighter between your thighs, he took it as a signal. He clumsily discarded his lower clothes, growling in frustration at not being fast enough, while you laughed at his sudden awkwardness. He silenced you with a kiss, thrusting abruptly into you with a sharp hip movement. The presence of his cock inside you made you moan, not expecting it to be so big. JJ waited a moment, giving you time to get used to him, before starting his back-and-forth motion. Somewhere, flashlights cast your entwined shadows against the wall, lit faintly by distant storms. Your skins slapped against each other, and damn, he was trying his best to be gentle, but he was so eager to fuck you that being tender was a real challenge. “Do you know… how long I’ve been waiting for this?!” he groaned, spreading your thighs even wider. “You’re so tight, damn.” Your last relationship had been a year ago, and you never imagined Maybank would be the next to take your body. Your nails dug into his neck when he hit a certain spot, and your pussy clenched suddenly. He gasped when he felt it, briefly slowing his movement so you could catch your breath. He lowered his face to where you were joined, going crazy seeing his cock buried inside you with such pleasure. His thrusts quickened, moaning obscenities into your ear that made you even wetter. Your hands tangled in his blond hair, while his hand pressed your thigh to the floor to get a better angle. He should have taken off your dress to see you better, but promised himself he’d do it next time, taking the time to admire your breasts bouncing with every thrust. “JJ,” you moaned as you felt your second orgasm coming, “oh fuck, JJ” “I'm here.”

He played with your clit again, and you exploded first. His thrusts became uncoordinated as he approached his, and he released with a grunt, his chest pressing against yours. Your breaths were erratic, and he took his time before withdrawing, kissing you gently. You shuddered, still sensitive, when he slid his fingers inside you to make sure his cum stayed there, marking you as his. Your juices mingled on his fingers, which he spread on your thighs so you wouldn't forget this moment between you. Maybank lay beside you, silent as you were, staring up at the crumbling ceiling. Lightning still flashed in the sky, but the rain seemed to have calmed. “I thought you were going to apologize, not fuck me.” “That was the plan,”he chuckled, draping an arm over his head.“You said you loved me, that gave me a different perspective.”

You blushed, suddenly shy after what had just happened. JJ turned to you, stroking your cheek to bring you back to the present moment. “Have you never noticed?” You pursed your lips in confusion. “Have you never noticed that I like you?” “If that were the case, we'd be married, and you'd be telling me about the last book you read around the fireplace.” The realization was bitter. “We're good at lying to each other.” It was painful. If JJ had dared to tell Kiara about the misunderstanding, if you had dared to confess your feelings to her, and if… With "ifs," we could have remade a whole world. The storm had calmed down, JJ had gotten dressed, watching you out of the corner of his eye. You were lost in your thoughts, wondering what you were going to do now, what difference it would make between you. He knew it would change everything. Now that he'd said everything, that you'd shared such an intimate moment, he couldn't just forget it and pretend nothing had happened. He still wanted you, but you didn't know what to do. A part of you couldn't help but think he was there out of jealousy of Rafe, and not because he finally realized it was time to be honest with his feelings. When you stepped out onto your porch, you stopped at the bottom of the stairs, watching him walk to his pickup. You looked at each other wordlessly, feelings mingling in the silence. JJ felt that warmth in his stomach, that little happiness returning to him after losing it. He watched your face, your cheeks still a little red, and your lips pursed, unsure if you regretted or cherished this moment. He didn't want to be a coward this time, so he took a step towards you to show you he would always be there.

“I—” “Y/n !” He stopped dead in his tracks when Rafe's car slammed to a stop in front of your house. Rafe got out, ignoring JJ, focusing only on you. Just as you deserved.

The bubble protecting you and JJ burst when Rafe hugged you, relieved to see you were unharmed. The landscape around you was chaotic: toppled trees, shattered windows, damaged cars… but all of that was nothing compared to what you were feeling. Rafe held you close, but you were still looking at JJ, whose gaze had now faded.

It hurt him to see you with that bastard, and he couldn't see you walking away from him as his cum dried between your thighs. "Maybank… thanks for taking care of her." JJ smirked at Rafe's words, looking down to hide his amusement as best he could. Your heart sank as JJ walked away to get into his car. "It was a pleasure."

Inspired by Ransom Canyon

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momentomorix · 19 days ago

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Don’t dream it’s over part.2

Summary: The storm had passed, yet the ruins of an unfinished story lingered. Part.1

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, sexual tension,emotional tension,references to complex past relationships,sexual vulgarity

Writers notes: English is not my native language; please excuse me if there are any mistakes or poor translations. JJ Maybank x fem!reader

The glass of whiskey spun between his hands, the sole judge of the tangled thoughts he couldn’t sort through.

He had ordered it without thinking, a too-familiar reflex. Taking a seat at the counter of that dingy bar, too far from home to run into anyone he knew.

Too far from home to see you.

JJ ran his hand over his face, pushing back his blond strands, feeling a slight ache in his knuckles after having taken a hit from a wall stronger than him.

He knew that reconnecting with his old demons would drive him even further away from you. But it was still easier than seeing you hand in hand with Rafe Cameron.

Even though you had slept together just a week before.

The temptation to drown once again in the amber liquid was strong, but he resisted. He knew you deserved better—a solid guy you could lean on, not a wreck who drowned his sorrows in whiskey at the slightest setback.

And though cowardice had been his closest companion these past years, he had decided he was done with running away.

He still wanted you. The years had passed, but it was still there.

Even though he had spent his time pushing you away, as if to punish himself for the harm he caused, the moment you had shared together had triggered something in him.

He no longer wanted to waste time staying in the background, watching you without shaking up your life.

After all, you had shaken up his. And although you had been ignoring it since your embrace, making him believe it was just a mistake, he was determined to make his presence known.

The time had come.

He left the whiskey behind, like leaving a past too heavy to carry, and hit the road.

The sun was setting in the sky, the fields bathed in warm colors, a scent of flowers in the air.

He had tried to find you at your place. It was late, but no lights signaled your presence. Your car was gone too, so he kept driving around town.

Maybe he should have gone straight to the library, when he saw your car in the parking lot.

It made sense.

Maybe you too were thinking back on what you had shared.

Maybe you couldn’t stand that you had faltered.

You had tucked it away in a corner of your mind, like a pretty memory. Nothing more.

And you drowned it all in work.

But JJ didn’t want to be just an unfinished-tasting memory; he wanted to be more than that.

He first watched you through the bay window, the light illuminating your tired face.

You must have been focused on something you didn’t understand, your body leaning forward, your hands between your legs.

Maybank gently pushed the door open, heading toward you, and you felt him before you saw him.

You could have wiped your eyes, in a vain attempt to hide that you had cried, but you were tired.

Pretending, swallowing all those emotions, was suffocating you.

JJ saw your reddened eyes when you looked at him. Your dark hair in disarray, your lips pressed tight as if to hold back a sob.

You were just as wrecked as he was. Because of him.

“You’re avoiding me.”

Of course you were avoiding him. You couldn’t face him now that you knew the lies, the time lost, and all the pain inflicted.

Maybe it had been better before, when you were convinced that nothing was possible.

Now, it was worse.

“What are you doing here?” “I wanted us to talk about us.”

You sighed irritably, rubbing your forehead to stave off the migraine you felt coming on.

“That was a mistake.” Your tone was cold, because you had to believe it. “You were shaken up from your split with Kiara and...”

But Rafe was no longer there.

“We’ve been divorced for three years,” he cut in sharply. Why were you even talking about that when it had nothing to do with this? “Kiara was never you. She never counted the way you do.” he added through clenched teeth. “I can’t deal with this right now. It’s better if we forget it.”

It was too much.

“You really think that’s better?” he repeated, incredulous.

You were already turning your back on him, unable to bear the closeness that hurt your heart. Your steps led you to the archives room, where you had left some old newspaper articles to sort through.

“Do you have any idea what it does to me knowing you’re with him?”

He stood in the doorway, his face closed off by your attitude. It was asking too much, but he would have preferred you to yell at him rather than speak calmly.

“It doesn’t matter, JJ,” you briefly looked up at him. “You live your life and I live mine, remember?”

“That was bullshit.” He regretted saying it, thinking it might be easier if you were no longer in his life, but it was worse.

“Go to hell, JJ,” you hissed, distraught. “It already is. Life without you.”

You froze, crumpling the paper in your fist.

JJ could have died of embarrassment right then and there. He had never said anything that stupid before, preferring to be walked all over rather than let something like that slip out.

But he needed to make you understand, so he dared.

“I can come to terms with... with you being with him,” he grimaced, knowing it wasn’t true, “but I want you to stay in my life.” “What about what I want?” you snapped. “You ruin everything, you impose yourself, and I’m supposed to give in?”

He saw your restless gestures, the papers you usually handled with care, now crumpled by the nervousness rising inside you. JJ saw how much he unsettled you. He could have felt guilty, but instead, he felt a certain satisfaction in seeing you so troubled by his presence.

His arrogance pushed him to move a little closer, despite your dark glare warning him not to. His hand touched your cheek, his thumb caressing your lip as he traced its contours with barely concealed desire.

“You can pretend nothing happened between us… but it did.”

JJ was the first to be surprised when you pressed your lips to his, finally giving in to the desire you had to feel him again.

His hands cupped your face, pressing his fingers into your skin to anchor himself to you. Your noses brushed, breaths mingling with every movement. Your tongues tangled, and JJ thrust his hips toward you as you began to undo his belt.

He felt your trembling fingers open his pants, gently stroking his already hard cock, made harder just by your presence, reacting even more to your touch.

Your nails lightly grazed him through the fabric, making him groan as he stopped kissing you to focus on your caresses.

You weren’t sure of your movements, wanting to do your best for the man you loved and who stood before you.

Once again.

Your eyes locked, your lower lip bitten between your teeth as you slid his boxers down a little more, revealing his already hard cock, swollen with pleasure.

He tightened his grip on your face, one hand holding your gaze, the other sliding into your neck. His mouth brushed against yours as you wrapped your hand around his cock, spreading the precome that was beginning to bead.

Not slick enough, you spat into your hand to coat it with saliva, allowing for smoother in-and-out motions.

“Fuck...”

His grumble encouraged you to keep going, your mouth pressing against his to swallow his moans of pleasure. His hips jerked roughly, matching the pace of your hand, which he found too slow.

You laughed, insolent, at his impatience, and he suddenly pinned you against him, eager to take care of you. The motions on his cock didn’t stop, making him a bit clumsy as he undressed you.

“Am I impressing you?” you dared to ask when he awkwardly struggled to remove your pants.

Of course you impressed him. He was the one who had messed up, yet here you were, ready to forgive him and swallow his cock.

Another time.

He roughly turned you around, his cock pressed against his stomach as you had to let go of it. Your breasts, pressed against the table, were half exposed from your top, JJ’s hands slipping toward your first hole.

“One day...”

It was like a promise, and you shivered at the thought that his cock might one day slide in here.

He continued his descent, already feeling your wetness spreading around his fingers as he plunged into your pussy.

“So wet...”

He enjoyed seeing you like this already, even though he hadn’t properly played with you yet. With a quick kick, he spread your legs wider, opening you up more for him as he made the first thrust.

You stood on tiptoes, your fists clenched as the pressure in your lower belly built.

JJ leaned over your back, his left hand holding him near your face as he began to deepen his caresses.

His fingers touched your slit, stroking your clit that throbbed, desperate for relief. Your wetness flowed between your thighs, spreading on the edge of the table.

You were a spectacle all on your own, and JJ vowed to be the only spectator of your unraveling from now on.

“JJ,” you moaned, pressing your cheek against the table, “please...”

He quickened his movements, his fingers sinking deeper inside you, curling to touch that spot where you were most sensitive.

“Oh yes, just like that...” “Come for me...”

The tension suddenly released, a burning wave descending into your pussy under the pressure. Your walls tightened around him and lifted you up just long enough for him to claim your mouth, more slowly.

You were still dazed, his kiss gently bringing you back to the present moment. His fingers, wet with your slickness, brushed your lips before you welcomed them with your tongue.

His cock kept grazing your ass, your tongue swirling around his fingers.

JJ watched your tongue wrap around him, your mouth making an indecent sucking sound.

“I can’t wait for your mouth to be on my cock,” he whispered, kissing your temple.

Your ass tensed toward him, his hard cock in his hand before he guided it to your entrance and thrust in all at once.

Your body plunged forward from the impact, your pussy stretching to his rhythm. His size reminded you of the pain you’d felt the morning after your first time.

His hips slapped against your reddened cheeks from the hard thrusts he gave. The sight of his cock disappearing between your globes made his head spin, your wetness spreading along the length of him.

“You’re still so tight, fuck.”

He felt your pussy clamp down on him like it was natural for him to be there, gripping him so he couldn’t pull out.

Your mind began to empty, focusing on the sensations: his balls hitting against your slit, his cock seeming to push further inside you, his hips pounding against your ass.

You were struggling to breathe, the sensations overwhelming, even more so when he grabbed your hair in his fist to pull you upright against him.

“Tell me it’s not too late.”

JJ slowed down, wanting you to be fully aware of what you’d say, aiming to bring you right to the edge.

“Come on, Y/N, say it...” “It’s not too late,” you almost cried out in frustration, “please, JJ.” “Please what?” he teased, sliding his hand over your clit. “You want to come?” “Fuck yes!” “You’re going to stay with me?” “Don’t—”

He pulled back just enough to thrust deeper inside you, stealing your breath. He didn’t want to hear you protest—he wanted you to admit the distance between you no longer existed.

“You’re going to stay with me.” This time, it wasn’t a question.

And deep down, you knew it—you’d been waiting for that.

He still wanted you, and so did you.

Why fight it?

Your hand found his on your clit, the two of you massaging that nerve center together. Your mouth sought his, like a silent promise that everything would be okay.

JJ resumed his movements, speeding up because he too felt his release approaching.

Your body shuddered as you came, stars exploding behind your closed eyelids while he kept thrusting to reach his own climax.

With a deep groan, he let his seed flow inside you, giving a few erratic thrusts.

He kissed your shoulder before turning you toward him, pushing your wet strands away from your satisfied face.

“You okay?” he asked, seeing you hadn’t opened your eyes. “Did I hurt you?” “It’ll probably be sore tomorrow, but I’m fine.”

JJ Maybank looked into your eyes as they opened on him, caressing your cheekbones with adoration.

Full of confidence just moments ago while making love to you, he suddenly grew anxious at your silence.

“I’m staying with you,” you said with a smile.

And that was enough for JJ Maybank to understand: he finally had you.

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