Last Request Then Ill Leave U Alone For The Night Drabble Abt Jj Fucking His Girl So Good She Goes Completely

last request then ill leave u alone for the night 😭 drabble abt jj fucking his girl so good she goes completely nonverbal after her orgasm and hes worried like ?? whats wrong did i do too much ??

-💫

i think he’d truly get so freaked lmfaooo 😭😭. like rubbing your face, lightly tapping with aggression that borders on it being a full on slap it bcuz he doesn’t want to hurt you but he really needs you to respond.

and you’re just all glossy eyed, vision clouded over and senses dulled, his worries muted due to the ringing in your ears from the intensity of the orgasm.

i’d even say he’d go as far as calling fuckin john b or smthin 😭😭. rambling about how he thinks you had a heart attack or some shit while he was fucking you and john b’s just like 😐 “your dick game cannot be that good bro.” even though jj’s hysterical on the other side of the line and literally holding the phone up to your mouth and asking john b “is she even still breathing!?” when you’re panting from exertion — and loudly too 🙄.

can I have 2 and 3 from the smut prompts for JJ Maybank? congrats on 4k bestie!! ♥♥

Take It, Princess | JJ Maybank

❀ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: cursing, smut, 18+, MDNI, bondage, some degrading, sex, p in v, daddy kink, unprotected sex.

❀ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: JJ Maybank x Female Pogue Reader

❀ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: In which JJ tries to test Y/N's limits in the bedroom.

❀ 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓(𝐒): 2. "That's it princess, take it all." and 3. "Hands behind your back."

❀ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 723 words

❀ 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: Tysm for requesting, angel! 💕🥰

4k Followers Celebration | 4k Followers Celebration Masterlist | JJ Maybank Masterlist

© Maybanks-Luver 2023, please do not steal, copy, modify, repost, or translate my work.

"Hands behind your back." JJ said as he stood behind you. You obeyed your boyfriend's orders as you placed your hands behind your back. You felt him tie your wrists up with something silky like the belt on your bathrobe. Once he got your wrists tied securely behind your back, he led you to your shared bed. JJ pushed you down onto the bed, your frontside landing on the soft sheets. You felt the bed shift from his weight when he put his knee on the bed.

He grabbed the soft flesh on your ass before smacking it roughly, causing you to yelp. He just smirked as he did it again, and again, and again. Once he stopped the assault on your ass, the flesh felt raw and was bright red. JJ pulled your hips up so you were partly in downward dog, your face pressed against the pillow under you. You herd him undoing his belt buckle before you herd the sound of his pants dropping to the floor.

He positioned himself behind you before sliding his hard cock between your wet folds. You moaned softly as he did so. He continued to tease your pussy with his cock before positioning himself at your entrance. He pushed himself into you with ease, your pussy already being sopping from your arousal. You moaned as you felt his cock fill you to the brim, his length reaching all the way inside of you. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head at the feeling of being stretched out and filled up.

JJ didn't even bother to start out slowly. His thrusts were rough and fast causing you to moan out loudly. You were only a few minutes into it and you were already a moaning mess because of how he was fucking you. "Oh fuck-" You moaned out loudly as he began to hit your g-spot again and again. "That's it princess, take it all." JJ groaned as he continued to fuck your pussy. Your eyes rolled as he somehow went even faster than he was going before, his thrusts becoming more frantic as he was getting closer to his high.

"Tell me how much you love my cock." JJ said with a growl as he wrapped his hand around your throat. "Fuck, daddy! I love it so fucking much-" You moaned out as he continued to fuck you. "Yeah? Whose fucking you so good right now, hm?" He said as he continued to plow his dick into you. "You are!" You screamed as his pace got rougher. You could feel a knot forming in your stomach, your climax was so close. "That's right. You're such a dirty little slut for daddy." He said before groaning when he felt your pussy clench around his cock. "Fuck baby.." He groaned as he tilted his head back.

"I'm g- gonna fucking cum! C- can I please cum, daddy?" You moan out feeling like you were about to burst. "Come on, cum for me princess." He said with a small growl. Your whole body began to tremble, your eyes rolling back as a scream tore through your throat. JJ groaned as you squirted, coating his cock in your cum. He thrusted into you a few more times before cumming himself, painting your velvety walls white. He pulled out of you slowly before collapsing beside you.

One he caught his breath, he pulled you over and gently untied your wrists before pulling you into his warm embrace. "You did so good for daddy." JJ said softly as he kissed your head. You giggled and smiled as he peppered your face with kisses after kissing your head. "I'll have to test your limits more often." He said with a devilish smirk. "Well then, I can't wait until you do it again." You said with a giggle before leaning in and kissing him softly.

Author's Note: this was the first fic released for my 4k celebration! Tysm for reading, angels!

Orange Peel Theory w JJ <3

Tagging my loves @drudyslut @valeskafics

"Jayj..."

You stalk out to the porch of the chateau where JJ is sitting with John B sharing a joint. He looks up at you through bloodshot, hazy eyes, and that goofy smile you love plastered on his face.

"Oh, what's up babe, you wanna smoke?"

"Mm, no. I was wondering if you would you peel this orange for me?"

John B looks at you, confusion all over his face, you can't peel an orange yourself?" He asks, you raise your eyebrows at him in response.

"It's just.... You even have fake nails... Oh, just forget it."

"Sure thing babe," JJ says as he swipes the orange out of your hand and you mockingly stick your tongue out at John B.

JJ takes a hit of the joint, inhaling deeply before he begins to talk as he exhales.

"If my girl wants me to peel an orange for her, I' peel an orange for her," he passes the joint over to John B so he can begin to peel the orange for you.

"Hell, I'll go out in the mangroves and peel every orange I find if that’s what she wants.”

John B's brows are furrowed now.

"We don't even have mangroves on the island," he starts before JJ interjects, "Fuck it! I'll go to Florida, then! You're missing the point, John B!"

Once he's finished peeling, Ju hands you the orange, his fingers sticky from the juice.

"Oh," you gasp, "my hero!" You say as you lean down and kiss JJ on the cheek before pulling his hand up and sucking on his fingers, giggling.

"How will I ever repay you?"

JJ smirks at you "I can think of a few ways..."

At this, John B stands up and flicks the joint into the ashtray beside him.

"God, you guys are gross, I'm going inside."

You laugh at John B, as you set the orange down climbing into JJ's lap.

"Didn't you want to eat that?" He motions to the orange.

"Mmm, nope. It was a test."

"A test?"

"Yup, basically if you ask your boyfriend to peel an orange for you — something simple that you should be able to do yourself and he does it, he truly loved you and doesn’t mind doing small gestures for you. You passed, obviously. I love you."

JJ shakes his head at you.

"Baby, I do not need to peel oranges for you to know I love you, but I would do it all day everyday if you wanted me to. I love you, too.”

nothin’ just thinking about calling jj papa <3

it would catch him sooo off guard, just imagine when the days over ‘n the two of you are settling down, he’s all soft and gentle with you as you ready yourself for bed.

“y’gonna leave me hangin’, sugar?” he mumbles to you, arms open as he waits for you to join him. he gets disgustingly clingy when he’s worn out, the fatigue in his body stripping him of his usual wittiness and humor. you run a hand through your hair, sleepily rubbing the side of your face as you struggle to move from the comfortable nest you’ve made on the couch.

“soon, j..” you yawn, and you smile softly when you hear him whine out loud, childishly, “babe, i’ll literally die if you don’t come here soon.”

“can’t move. come ‘n pick me up.”

you hear him shuffle, then you feel his big arms wrap around you, giggling to yourself as he mumbles and grumbles complaints of how spoiled you are before dropping you on your side of the bed.

“fanks,” you manage, voice muffled from the pillow. he grunts, positioning himself behind you and pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. it stirs something in you.

“kiss.”

“whas’at, doll?”

“kiss, please, papa.”

you can feel him stiffen beside you, but you barely registered the words that left your mouth before he pulls you onto your back by your hip.

“what’d you just call me?”

“papa.”

his face reddens, and you laugh.

“can’t— can’t just say shit like that, unprompted and whatnot—“ he’s visibly embarrassed, and you can feel him harden against your thigh. your giggling ceases, and you look up at him with so much need he feels as though he may explode.

“wanna help you, papa,” he whispers your name as a warning, but you move without thinking, hand snaking down his sleep shorts, “please?”

“shit, babygirl, i can’t say no to that.”

now, you call him the name in front of the pogues just to tease him, because of the way he’s unable to hide how much it turns him on.

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ok ok i need u to bear with me because i have a strangely specific thought in my head of jj fingering you in anticipation of you squirting all over him. and it’s something along the lines of you lying on your back with your legs spread, and jj just has his fingers fucking the shit out of your pussy and he’s just all like:

“cmon baby cmon. i can feel it. i can feel it comin baby. almost there… there we go fuuuuck baby. thats so fuckin hot.”

but he’s not like mumbling. his tone is more conversational IF THAT MAKES SENSE IDK

jj lovers take this offering and accept me into ur society 🤲

- dally. 🧸

DALLY YES !! i accept you into the jj maybank society oh my god !!

he’s sort of humping you onto his fingers himself, jackhammering the thick digits into your tight hole and watching the arousal drool out, puffy folds overstimulated and rubbed red.

he can’t help but admire the way you’re convulsing, stomach tensing and body clenching as you paw at his forearms and protest with your features drawn into duress, wordlessly indicating the overwhelming state of arousal you’re in.

“shh, shh, baby c’mon jus’wanna see it— just once, c’mon i know you can squirt for me,” he silences you casually, curling his fingers faster and holding you down with the other hand, ignoring any further pleas of remission and effectively staring down your pussy instead.

“s’good for me huh?” he mumbles, most likely addressing your over-exhausted hole with the way he was eyeing the swallowed base of his fingers, “yeah she’s good baby,” he turns his attention to you, offhandedly remarking, “good for papa.”

to that your body jerks under his grip, tears crystallising at your waterline as you let out a cry, finally squirting all over his hand while pushing his fingers out from the intensity, the liquid pooling in his palm and dripping onto the sheets as he watches in utter fascination — pupils dilating in a combined reaction of shock and joy.

could we have a story that warms up my heart and makes me feel gushy and mushy and eeeeeeek!!!!!!! I’m in need of something to ‘awwwwwww’ to and I feel like you’re perfect for that 🥹🫶🏻

Tiny Moves

JJ Maybank x fem!reader

Summery: You and JJ have only been friends for a little while, but to him it feels like he’s known you forever and he’s so sure he’ll always want you forever. Inspired by the song Tiny Moves by Bleachers. I wrote this with JJ Maybank in mind because I’ve been on an OBX kick recently but it could definitely be rewritten to fit other people!

JJ Maybank was a notorious man whore, to put it delicately. Sleeping with any tourist who even batted their eyelashes at him, and any other girl from the cut who was desperate enough to sneak away from the party for a blurred night with the blonde.

He didn’t mind the status, being the guy they all went to. In his mind, no strings attached was the best thing for him. It meant no pressure to feel things and no guilt for turning down any girl who had stupidly fallen for him.

That was, until he met her. Y/n Y/l/n, a friend of a friend and his former lab partner from middle school. He didn’t mean to fall for her, but then again, who really plans on falling in love, let alone with some girl JJ wouldn’t even show up to biology class for when he was still on the brink of becoming a teenager.

He remembers the messy braids tied in her hair and the way the safety glasses left faint marks behind on her face after long hours spent leaning over a plastic beaker mixing different colored fluids to make a rainbow.

Back then, he never really paid her any attention. What she did or didn’t do never peaked his interest, he would much rather have spent his time with his cheek pressed against the palm of his hands while he looked out the window like he was in prison. Now, suddenly and without warning, it did matter.

JJ wanted all of her tiny moves, he wanted to forever remember the silly marks from the glasses on her face or how her nose would scrunch and the skin by her eyes would crinkle when she would smile. It made his chest feel funny, wanting all of the silly little nonsensical things from her, things that would never give him any kind of personal gain but all things he couldn’t stop praying for.

He remembers how she stopped by one day without warning in the middle of January, stumbling over the piles of leaves piled up by the front steps of the chateau. She was wearing a soft white dress that swayed around her ankles in the wind and had blue painted on her finger nails. She was just giving back his notebook he let her borrow when she was out of class with a cold a few days prior to her visit, and truthfully he had just stolen Pope’s notes and taken the credit, but the soft smile on her face and the dimples by her cheeks made it impossible for him to confess the truth.

When she left, he felt the insatiable burning in his chest and the intense pounding of his heart against his ribcage. He placed Kiara’s hand over his chest wearily, only driving himself into more of a panic as he declared to her that he believed he was having a heart attack. He felt so funny and sluggish that he was so sure of it, but Kiara only swatted his hand away and laughed with her whole stomach as she realized his feelings before him.

“Jayj, you’re in love!” She said it so loudly, he had to put a hand over her mouth and hush her until she promised not to say anything to anyone.

And how could he have not seen it? The tiniest moves she made, it was like watching his whole world shake. A simple smile or a polite giggle from across the campfire at one of his half decent jokes and he was redder than the sky at sundown and hotter than the lively flame in front of him.

He doesn’t know how it happened, or why he suddenly decided to start paying her any kind of special attention in their friendship, or even why it was her. He always thought he’d end up with Kiara because at least if he was unloveable, him and her had made a pact to get married if they hadn’t met anyone by thirty. But now, all of his past meant nothing to him when he had the something he didn’t even know he was looking to find.

“Stay still.” Her voice ordered playfully, taking my wrist in her hands and blowing a cool breeze across my fingertips.

The overwhelming smell of nail polish mixed with the addictive smell of freshness in her room, her pillows fluffy and her blankets piled all over her bed. I knew that John B was surely going to give me a hard time when I walked into his backyard with bright orange nails, but when Y/n finished up her own hands and looked up at me all doe eyed asking if I would let her paint mine the same color so we could match, I didn’t even think about the names he would call me before I said yes. All I could think about was how happy she would be if I were to give in.

“Smells so bad.” I gagged, trying to pull my hands from her grip playfully, nose crinkling at the chemical like smell that covered my hands.

She laughed, throwing her head back as she grabbed both of my hands this time, despite one of them already being dry and shook them in her own hands.

“You’ll mess it up you dork!” She leaned forward, practically laughing into my chest at my faux hurt that I painted across my face. I laughed too, but not nearly as hard. I was too focused on her.

I’d only really been friends with Y/n for a year. She had only started tagging along just last June, and yet, she consumed all of my thoughts more than anyone I’d ever known. I wanted to be around her all the time, make her laugh just so I could hear the breathiness in her voice as she claimed she couldn’t breathe because her ribs hurt too much. I’d only really known her for a year, but it felt like we’d been intertwined like this forever, and I’m certain I’ll feel like this forevermore.

It was like Kiara had told me in January when she first came by in her pretty white dress and a sweet smile on her face, I was in love and I loved her.

“I love you.” Her giggles sputtered off into one final breath of air squeaking from her throat, and her eyes stretched in a way that confirmed that what I had said was out loud and not just the phrase I repeated to her in my head over and over again every time we spoke.

And my whole world shook violently when I got no response, feeling my heart breaking for that silent second and only hearing the ringing in my ears accompanied by the humming of the fan in the corner of her room.

And then, suddenly, her hands were on my cheeks, lips pressed to mine and eyelashes tickling my cheeks as they fluttered shut. She tasted like strawberry chapstick and minty toothpaste, I couldn’t help but feel completely consumed by her when all I could feel was her. Her hands, her lips, her coconut shampoo.

My hands found the back of her neck, massaging the skin between my fingers to deepen the press of her lips to mine like if I weren’t, she would slip away and I would wake from this blissful dream of mine.

When we pulled away, I found her eyes looking straight into mine, lips swollen and pink from where we were connected just a moment ago.

Then, suddenly, she was melting into a fit of giggles that bubbled from her chest, eyes closing as her forehead rested against my shoulder. For a second, I thought she thought it was funny, but then I felt myself fall into the same static feelings of pure excitement, happiness and love that she was feeling. That same funny feeling spreading from my chest to ever limb in my body until I was buzzing with it, blushing until I was sure my whole face was beet red.

“Why are you laughing?” I laughed along with her, pulling her head to rest against mine with both of my hands, feeling her moving against my forehead with each giggle that escaped her lips. Her hands found mine, pulling them down to her lap where she could brush her hands over my knuckles and smile at polish, which was now worn away.

“You smudged it!” She breathed out like it was the funniest thing in the world, and I knew it felt like it to her because of the leftover nerves and giddiness resting in her stomach, the same fluttery feeling I felt as well.

“Eh, you can fix them, right?” I didn’t let her answer, pressing my lips to hers again and holding her hands in mine. I’d only just gotten a taste and I was already addicted.

Maybe I was having a heart attack, but I wouldn’t know the difference with all the love pumping through my body. At least if I was, I would die knowing I finally got the girl.

And all of her tiny moves.