request for a jj nsfw one shot with the prompt “get rid of the attitude or i’ll do it for you” 😵💫😵💫
ATTITUDE
A/N: well, here’s my first requested piece. i hope you enjoy, i loved writing it.
PAIRING: jj maybank x best friend!fem!reader
SUMMARY: in which jj is just a little territorial
WARNINGS: SMUT. breeding kink, mention of (but no acting on) underage drinking/smoking, unprotected sex, sex in a stranger’s bed, sex at a party, possessiveness, kissing, hickeys, slight fingering
WC: 1.0k
She’s sitting in the middle of someone’s living room, surrounded by guys with red eyes, slack jaws, and smug, shit-eating grins. JJ can’t hear what they’re saying, but he can take a hunch. The second his eyes reach Y/N’s, he can tell that she is eating it up. every second of attention these fucking boys are giving her. And unfortunately, JJ is giving into it too.
She’s sober. Almost painstakingly. He can see in her eyes that her jaw is firm, her eyes are white and open, and her body is just normal. She knows what she does to him; she has to.
And oh, she does. Even here, through the crowd of guys that are asking her questions, asking for her, she can see the way his face turns red and his jaw tightens. She’s eating it up. He has not had a drop of alcohol, she can see it.
“Hey, princess,” he says, breaking through the huddle and making them all grimace at him. His ego is just a little higher. “Can I get you a drink?” he asks, voice honeyed, reaching out for her hand. Her face softens, but her eyes darken.
She hums, wrapping her fingers around his lightly and letting him help her off the sofa. He pulls her through the crowd, stopping in the kitchen and getting her a cup of punch. Spiked or not, he doesn’t care. “Thanks.”
“What the fuck was that?”
“Excuse me?”
He chuckles and rolls his eyes. JJ genuinely looks at her with a completely serious face before remembering that she was supposed to be “just a friend.” Who would JJ be if not flirty, territorial, and desperate for his best friend? hm? “Those guys? They were all over you like a pack of coyotes.”
She laughs, too, despite how firm JJ’s face becomes. Y/N knows what she does JJ. It’s all a game, and she’s playing right here. “I’m not yours. What are you going to do about it?” she scoffed, not breaking eye contact as she finished her drink.
“Get rid of the attitude or I’ll do it for you,” he says in an undertone, bringing his hands onto the island on either side of her. Their faces are only inches apart, and she’s looking up at him, trapped.
“Go ahead.” It only takes a second before his hand leaves the marble countertop and is around her throat, cold rings pushing into the sides. She doesn’t look phased, she isn’t. She wanted this.
His lips hit hers. He’s waited fucking years for this. And she fucking gives in. His hands search around, reaching her cheeks, shoulders, arms, and waist. Down to her ass and thighs. She doesn’t miss a beat, swiping her tongue along his bottom lip while her hands find the hairs at the back of his neck and the beginning of his back. Their kiss is hungry and long-awaited, god forbid the party in their midst.
He pulled away, smug, and grabbed her wrist. She opens her mouth to say something but shuts it just as he pulls her along again, this time upstairs and into an empty room.
“This isn’t either of our rooms,” she said, bringing her fingers to interlock with JJ’s.
“Kooks.” He brings his lips back to hers, this time roaming her body and finding the button
to her jeans. He practically tears them off of her, bringing her onto the bed without breaking the kiss.
At this point, his jeans are tight. He comes off too, leaving them both in shirts and underwear. Too much. She takes the liberty of taking off her shirt while he does the same, boxers coming off soon too.
Okay, Y/N has seen JJ in boxers before. This is far from what she expected to be underneath them. She’s staring, who wouldn’t?
“You did running your mouth, then?” he asks, grabbing her chin and bringing her view back to his face. She responds by rolling her eyes, and he tosses her back flat onto the bed. His fingers run through her sopping folds, a half smile forming, “You’re so wet already.” He kisses down her body, from her jaw down to her stomach, while his forefinger draws circles on her clit and she whimpers under him.
“Stop teasing me,” she groaned, bringing her eyes away from his hands about back to his eyes, “Fuck me.”
He smiles and brings his frame to hover over hers, mouth next to her ear. “I’m going to fuck you so stupid the only word you’ll know is my name.”
He aligns himself with her entrance, kissing her neck and leaving bruises. They both hiss as he sinks into her. Her eyes are screwed shut at the stretch, he smiles to himself, but he doesn't wait for her to adjust. He finds his rhythm in a quick moment, pounding into her.
The pleasure is far, far out weighted from the pain. His tip is hitting on her g spot with every plunge. She tried to open her eyes and watch what her best friend was doing to her, but they shut just as quickly as he picked up the pace and brought her knee to her chest; allowing him a better angle.
“Such beautiful sounds you make,” he teased, “I wonder who's making you feel like this?”
“You,” Y/N choked out, hands reaching for the sheets.
“Who, Princess?”
“You, JJ,” she screamed, making him grin and bring his hand back to her neck, tracing his marks on her. “JJ- God, JJ I’m going to “
“Cum for me, princess.” His fingers came down to her mound again, rubbing forceful figure eights, and the next thing she knew, he was helping her ride out her high. But he didn't stop.
“You’re mine,” he said, pace getting sloppier, “Mine, y/n. Understand?” She nods,
“All yours. I always have been.” He knows.
“Good.” It was only a few more thrusts before he was riding out his high, his hot cum staying in her before he pulled out. A small string came out of her with him, “No, no. Cant have that, can we?” he said, plunging her fingers into her and stuffing his cum right back.