besurecarpetcleaningmelbourne

[t-lostinworlds]

the challenging part for me when it comes to writing enemies to lovers is balancing just how mean they are when they insult each other without crossing the line to a point of no return.

[moremaybank]

F&MU — j.m

pairing jj maybank x fem!kook!reader

summary it was the law of the jungle — kooks and pogues rarely got along — and this proved true for you and jj. however, that didn't stop the two of you from showing each other just how deep that hatred ran. (based on the song "f&mu" by kehlani)

warninga 18+, rough sex, spanking, choking, hair pulling, degrading kink (just a lil), oral/face-fucking (m. & f. receiving), fingering, gagging, language (let me know if i've missed any)

author's note this is literally ALL smut lmao. not proofread bc i'm lazy. jj & reader are both over 18.

series ;; jj masterlist

find the song here!

we both know it's never really goodbye

i swear it's like we do this all the time now

that shit be turnin' me on, i cannot lie, lie

and can't nobody else do that for me

know i make it hard to ignore me

got the attitude, and put it on me

put it on me, yeah

"what the hell were you thinking, baby? calling me out in front of my damn boss and getting me in shit? you're fucking asking for it."

y/n's back was flush against the storage room door, her legs wrapped around jj's torso, allowing him to fuck up into the gummy spot inside of her that made her lose all her senses. his hand was clamped over her mouth, muffling what would be her loud moans.

her nails dug into jj's shoulders as she clung to him, and her eyes rolled back. her legs felt like jelly, and if jj put her down, she knew she'd collapse into a puddle on the floor. but she wouldn't have it any other way. she'd do or be whatever jj wanted if it meant that he would fuck the air out of her lungs.

"you're lucky i need this job. otherwise, i'd be claiming you on top of the goddamn bar just to let everyone know that i can satisfy you in so many other ways. ain't that right, sweetheart?"

y/n moved his hand from her mouth and wrapped his fingers around her throat.

"show me how angry i make you, j. show me how much you hate me, need it so fucking bad," she begged.

"you really think you can tell me what to do, baby? i'm the one giving orders here, not you," jj growled, pulling out of her.

in a flash, y/n was on her knees and jj's cock was stuffed into her slick mouth. she gagged at the loss of oxygen, but she relaxed and allowed jj to fuck her face. with each thrust into her mouth, she was gulping and heaving around his thick length. his thrusts grew more forceful and frantic with each sound that left her.

her eyes were welling up, and she clutched onto his thighs as he continued to assault her throat.

"can't boss me around with my cock shoved down your throat, can you?"

"i hate you" turns into

"i love you" in the bedroom

"yes, yes, yes. shit."

"that's what i thought, baby. you hate me until you're drunk off my cock, right?"

she was bent over her kitchen table, breasts pressed up against the hard surface as jj rutted into her from behind. his hand held her wrists behind her back, keeping her right where he wanted her.

"jj, fuck —" she gasped, arching her spine further to feel his cock bury itself in the very depths of her.

"you like how hard i'm fucking you? how i'm so deep that you can feel me cutting off your air supply with my cock alone?" jj's free hand landed a harsh smack on her ass as he taunted her. when jj didn't hear her respond, he wrapped her hair around his fist in a makeshift ponytail and yanked her up against his chest. "answer me, or i'll make this all about me and not let you cum."

y/n's breath hitched, the new angle of jj's thrusts blurring her vision. all she could fixate on was him. his provocative words in her ear, the scorching touch of his hands on her bare skin. he was consuming her, and it was nearly impossible to form a coherent thought or sentence. so, she nodded — furiously and desperately.

jj pulled out, and the empty feeling left y/n whining pathetically. she ground her hips into him, trying to gain some sort of friction, but jj held her in place. one of his hands reached up to clutch her jaw, his lips finding the shell of her ear.

"i'm not giving you what you want until i hear it. tell me you love it when i punish you. we both know you do, my dirty little cock slut."

"i love it, j. need you to punish me, make me apologize," she mewled.

"that's fucking right," jj rasped, stuffing his fingers into her mouth as he slammed into her again, picking his brutal pace back up again.

we fuck and make up like it's maybelline

we do petty things, then mess up the sheets

you be runnin' back when we let it go

i already know, did it time before

we just fuck and make up like it's maybelline

we do petty things, then mess up the sheets

can't lie, the sex fire when you in your feels

spice it up a lil'

yeah, you know the drill

y/n was a sobbing mess, laying on the plush sheets of her bed.

jj had already drawn four orgasms out of her with his tongue without stopping, flicking and sucking on her clit relentlessly as he listened to her whimper.

"jj, please. i-i can't take it. i can't," she cried.

jj plunged two fingers into her leaking cunt, hitting her soft spot with each curl of his thick fingers. "yes you can, baby. you're gonna be a good girl for daddy, otherwise, i'll give you something to really cry about."

and with that, his lips were back around her clit, sucking so harshly that she was seeing stars behind her closed lids. y/n's fingers clawed at the sheets surrounding her, holding on tightly as she felt another orgasm approaching her. her lush thighs clamped down around jj's head, keeping him in place as she ground herself into her mouth.

she mewled, her moans growing louder and louder until, eventually, she cried out as she creamed all over jj's mouth and chin.

jj's lips released her bundle of nerves, and he gave her a smug look.

"you ready for me to split you open with my cock? or does my little slut need a break?"

y/n leaned up on her elbows, her chest still heaving up and down. she nodded up at him, too exhausted for words.

"you should've thought about that before you said that i couldn't make you cum, baby," jj cooed, his thumb finding her clit and rubbing small, slow circles on it. y/n's hips jerked, her pussy overly sensitive from her past five orgasms, and her breath hitched.

"lay back down. when i'm finished with you, you'll never be brave enough to say that shit again."

damn, it's so good, i might have to piss you off

i might have to cause a scene just so you can take it off

you handle it different when you really get to trippin'

and i miss it when you hit it like that, that, that

ain't no cap, cap, cap

i make you mad, mad, mad

why i gotta fuck you up to make you fuck like that?

pickin' fights so you can put it down like that

get in your bag like that, yeah

jj owned a total of three ties.

alright, john b owned a total of three ties. but jj was always free to borrow them. and boy, did he.

jj admired his work in front of him.

y/n was sprawled out on the mattress in the guest room of the chateau. both hands were secured to each corner of the headboard with two of the ties. and the last one was wrapped around her head from the mouth, gagging her. a string of drool was dripping from her chin and down her body, tears were pooling in her eyes, her tits bouncing with the force of each of his brutal thrusts.

jj had moulded her into his perfect little fuck doll, and his mind raced with the possibilities of everything he could do to her while he had her at his mercy.

"you like me like this, don't you, pretty girl? pissing me off so i'll fuck you nice and hard, right?" he gritted as he pounded into her wet, hot cunt.

y/n nodded up at him. she felt pathetic, but in the best possible way. seeing jj taking what he wanted from her without a question…it spurred her on further, her arousal and past releases coating jj's cock completely and drenching the sheets below her ass.

wanting more from her, jj brought his fingers to her sensitive nub and rubbed it in time with his movements. he groaned at the innocent look on her face. she was looking up at him with big doe eyes, brows drawn together as she panted over the gag.

"fuck, baby. i should take a picture of you right now and send it to every kook on the island. show 'em what a whore you are for a lowly, pathetic pogue."

y/n walls constricted around his hard length at the thought of everyone finding out about what the two had been doing. they'd been good at keeping their relationship a secret, but the idea of every single person on the island...drove her wild.

"you're filthy, aren't you? you actually want me to? maybe we should film this instead, give everyone a goddamn show."

was it wrong that she wanted to do just as he said?