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nasty girl remix !

pairing: jj maybank x fem!reader

cw: MDNI 18+, pure smut lol, unprotected sex, oral, overstimulation, language, explicit content.

author's note: thought of this song, re-listened to it, got inspired lmfao, hope you enjoy!♡︎♡︎ (somewhat proofread) / divider cred: @uzmacchiato

link to song here!

is somebody gonna match my freak?

is somebody gonna match my nasty?

i got stamina, they say I'm a athlete

Is somebody gonna match my freak?

need somebody with a good technique

is somebody gonna match my nasty?

pillow talking got my throat raspy

“god, you taste unreal,” he breathed, pulling your hips closer so your thighs framed his face. “keep your legs open for me.”

you tried — but he’s ruthless. he licked you again, faster this time, tongue flicking your clit before sliding down and fucking you with his mouth. his hands locked around your thighs, holding you exactly where he wants you while he devoured you like he’s starving.

you bucked into his face and he tightens his grip, pinning you down.

“no, love,” he murmured against your pussy, “you take what i give you.”

your breath hits that ragged, raspy place as he worked you over and over — tongue, lips, fingers sliding in to curl right where’d you fall apart the fastest. he knew your body too well. he knew exactly how to make you lose every coherent thought.

and when your thighs start shaking, when your voice cracked into a desperate, broken sound you’d never let anyone else hear, jj only pulled back enough to smirk against your skin.

“that’s it,” he whispered, sucking your clit one more time, hard, “give it to me. i want all of it.”

you cummed with his mouth still on you, his fingers still fucking you, jj groaning like your pleasure alone was getting him off.

he looked up at you afterward — lips shiny, pupils blown, breath heavy — and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand like he’s proud of the mess he made.

if you keep up with me

i’ll keep on coming back

if you do it too good

i’m gonna get attached

'cause it it feels like heaven when it hurts so bad

baby, put it on me

i like it just like that

just like that

jj’s got you on top of him, your thighs bracketing his hips, his hands gripping your waist like you’re something precious and filthy at the same time — something he can’t let go of even if he tried.

you sank down onto him, slow at first, but the second he felt how tight you were around him, jj’s head fell back against the pillows with a broken groan.

“fuck— mama—”

his fingers digged harder into your hips, guiding you down until he’s buried all the way inside you. the stretch burned in the best way, that addictive little ache that makes your breath break in your throat, and jj watched your face like he’s memorizing every second of it.

“yeah,” he whispered, voice wrecked, “ride me just like that.”

you start moving — grinding, rolling your hips, taking him deeper each time — and jj lost it a little. his hands slid up your sides, under your shirt, up your ribs, gripping your waist again as if he needed to anchor himself.

“you keep this up…” he panted, pulling you down harder, making you gasp, “m' never gonna let you go.”

you whimpered, and that sound punched the air out of him. jj sat up suddenly, chest pressed to yours, one hand slid to the back of your neck while the other stayed on your hip, controlling every drag of your body against his.

“you feel so fucking good,” he growled against your mouth. “hurts so good, doesn’t it?”

you nodded, nails digging into his shoulders, and jj’s jaw clenched like he was holding himself together by a thread.

“say it,” he whispered, thrusting up into you so deep it knocked a cry out of you. “tell me you like it like this.”

“jj— i— fuck— i like it— just like that—”

he kissed you hard, swallowing the sound, his hips snapping up into you in sharp, perfect angles that make your whole body tremble. every time he hit that spot, your walls clenched around him, and jj groaned like he’s addicted to it — addicted to the way you took him, the way you reached for him, the way you gave in to him.

“good girl,” he cooed against your lips. “keep going. i’ll always come back for you.”

his thumb dragged over your lower lip, like he’s trying to memorize the way you looked when you’re this gone for him. he kissed down your neck, biting lightly, soothing it with his tongue.

“put it on me,” he murmurs, thrusting up into you again, “just like that, baby. just like that…”

i been a nasty girl, nasty

i been a nasty girl, nasty (just like that)

i been a nasty girl, nasty

i been a nasty nasty nasty (I like it just like that)

i been a nasty girl, nasty

i been a nasty girl, nasty (just like that)

i been a nasty girl, nasty

i been a nasty, nasty, nasty

the twinkie smelled like sunscreen, smoke, and summer — and now it smelled like sex too, the windows fogging up before your back even hits the old seat.

jj barely got the sliding door shut before he was on you, mouth on yours, one hand already shoving your shorts down while the other one fisted in your shirt like he’s dragging you into him.

“get in the back,” he panted against your lips, “now.”

you climbed into the backseat, and the second you do, he grabbed your ankles and yanked you toward him with a rough, hungry laugh.

“god, look at you,” he said, spreading your legs open with both hands like he’s unwrapping something meant for him. “you’re turning me on so fucking bad.”

his voice was breathless, wrecked, that exact tone he gets when he knows you’re about to do something nasty — the kind of shit you’d never do with anyone else.

you pulled him down by his shirt, kissing him hard, grinding up against him, and jj groaned into your mouth like he was losing his mind.

“you wanna be bad for me tonight?” he whispered, lips brushing yours. “in the twinkie? out here where anyone could walk by?”

you nodded, desperate.

jj didn’t bother teasing. he didn’t give you space to think. he just pushed inside you in one slow, deep stroke that knocked every bit of breath out of your chest.

you gasped — loud, raw, shocked at how deep he is in this cramped space — and jj’s eyes rolled back.

“holy shit,” he groans, mouth falling open as he grabbed your thighs. “you’re tighter in here. fuck, pretty girl.”

he started thrusting immediately, one hand braced on the window, the other gripping your hip hard enough to bruise, pulling you down onto him as the van rocked with every movement.

the twinkie creaks.

the windows shake.

the whole damn van is alive with it.

jj’s breathing got messy fast, forehead pressed to yours, sweat slick on his temples, his hair falling into his eyes. (a/n: hot.)

“you’re so nasty,” he panted, grabbing your jaw and kissing you so deep it steals sound from your throat. “you like this? you like fucking me in the damn van?”

you choked out a “yes”, but jj’s already slamming into you harder, the seat belts rattling beside your head, his body covering yours completely.

“yeah you do,” he growled, biting your neck just enough to make you gasp. “you’re my nasty girl — look at you, taking me like this.”

your nails digged into his back, pulling him closer, and he groaned — a deep, animal sound that makes your whole body clench.

“just like that,” he mutters against your skin, hips snapping in perfect, brutal rhythm. “keep going. be nasty for me. don’t stop.”

you can’t — not when his fingers slid down to your clit, rubbing hard, fast, messy circles as he fucks you deep enough to see stars.

is somebody gonna match my freak?

touch my body till my knees turn weak

you ain't even got to ask me (ask me)

you know i’m down seven days of the week

i can tell you wanna touch my-

oh!

lick my-

oh!

kiss my (uhh)

and it made me wanna ride yo-

oh!

grab yo-

oh!

oh my-

“god!!” you threw your head back against the shower wall as jj’s dick pumped in and out of your wet cunt.

you’ve been at it for hours, but he wouldn’t let up.

not even a little.

water poured over both of you, hot and steaming, turning your skin red and slick, but jj didn’t care. his hands were planted on your hips, fingers digging in, dragging you back onto him every single time your legs tried to give out.

“don’t you dare,” he growled into your shoulder, hips slamming into yours with a wet, filthy “smack!”. “don’t you fucking fall on me. you said you wanted more.”

your breath stuttered, broken, almost a sob from how sensitive you were. “j— i can’t— i’m—”

“yes you can.” he grabbed the back of your thigh and lifted your leg higher, opening you up for him even deeper. you cried out at the new angle, your nails scraping down the wet tile.

jj’s lips found your neck, kissing and biting at the same time, his thrusts getting harsher, wetter, louder as your body clenched around him again and again.

“shit— you’re so fucking tight,” he groaned. “you’re squeezing me like you wanna take my soul.”

the water hit his back and rolled down your stomach, his chest pressed flush to yours, the heat dizzying. you tried to brace yourself, hands slipping on the glass, but jj caught your wrists and pinned them above your head.

“look at you,” he breathed against your ear, voice shaking with how hard he was fucking you. “hours later and you’re still begging for my cock.”

your knees trembled violently, your head dropping forward onto his shoulder. jj let go of your wrists only to cup your face, tilting it up so you were forced to meet his eyes.

those dark, blown-out pupils.

that wrecked, hungry expression.

“i want you lookin’ at me when you cum,” he said, thrusting deep enough to knock a moan right out of your lungs. “i wanna see your face when i fuck the last bit of strength out of you.”

you whimpered, and jj’s jaw clenched like he was barely holding it together.

“yeah,” he hissed, pounding into you harder, water splashing everywhere, “that’s it— take it— fucking take all of it.”

your body shook, collapsing into his grip, and jj just hauled you up higher, forcing you to keep taking him, relentless, unstoppable.

“i’m not done with you,” he whispered against your mouth, fucking you so deep your vision blurred. “not even close.”

hey big daddy is it big enough? deep enough? freak enough?

can I get a little little piece of ya?

beat, beat, beat it up

speed, speed, speed it up

yeah, we heatin' up

the bathroom is stupidly pretty — marble counters, gold fixtures, soft lighting — and jj ruins it the second he locks the door behind you.

his hands are on your hips immediately, spinning you to face the counter, pushing your palms flat against the cool marble.

“bend,” he murmurs, voice low enough to vibrate through you, “now.”

you did — because the second that tone comes out of him, your knees go weak anyway.

he stepped up behind you, crowding you against the counter, one hand sliding up your spine, pressing lightly until your back arched just how he wanted it. his other hand pulled your dress up, bunching the soft fabric around your waist.

jj exhaled sharply when he saw you — panties already pushed aside, slick catching the warm light.

“jesus,” he whispered, “you’re already dripping. you really want me to fuck you at midsummers?”

you nodded, breath quick, fingers gripping the counter edge.

jj dragged his thumb through your slick, slow, just to hear you whimper.

“good,” he said, voice darkening, “’cause i’m gonna.”

he pushed inside you in one slow, thick stretch that steals every bit of air from your lungs. you gasped, nails scraping the marble, and jj let out a broken groan at how tight you were.

“is it big enough?” he panted against your shoulder, sliding deeper, “yeah… yeah, it is.”

when he bottomed out, he paused — just long enough to grab your hips harder and pull you back onto him, making you take every inch.

you moaned, head dropping, and jj smirked against your neck.

“deep enough?” he asks, and without waiting for an answer, he thrusted forward, hard, making your breath crack.

your body jolted with the force, the counter shaking under your hands, your thighs trembling as jj set a brutal rhythm, his hips pounding into you over and over.

“fuck—” he groaned, gripping your waist so tight your skin burned, “you can take it. you take me so good.”

you feel his fingers slide down between your legs, stroking your clit fast and messy as his thrusts got faster, harder — exactly the vibe you wanted.

“we’re heating up,” he breathed, voice wrecked, “so hold onto the counter, baby, ’cause i’m not slowing down.”

your knees almost buckled, your breath came out sharp and ragged, and jj just pulled you back harder, fucking you deep enough to echo off the marble.

midsummers is happening right outside the door — champagne, laughter, music — and none of it mattered .

not when jj had you like this.

❀❀❀❀

the second you both slipped back into the party, jj’s hand is glued to your waist like he suddenly thought you might evaporate if he let go for a second.

his hair was messy, his tie was crooked, and he kept giving you that stupid little grin — the one that meant “yeah i know what we just did and i’m real proud of it.”

he leaned down, whispering, “you good? need water? oxygen? a wheelchair?”

you smacked his arm and he laughed way too loud for someone who just did a crime.

he grabs two champagne flutes off a passing waiter, handed one to you, then clinked his against yours gently.

“to not getting caught,” he whispered. “and to you being the hottest person at this whole fancy-ass party.”

he took a sip, then immediately made a face because champagne was definitely not jj’s thing.

“tastes like… i don’t even know. rich people sadness.”

you choked on your drink laughing.

he put his arm around you again, squeezing your shoulder, pulling you into his chest like you were his safest place in the whole chaotic world.

then he dipped his head to kiss your temple — soft, slow, nothing like how he had you earlier.

“you look happy,” he murmured. “i like seeing you like that.”

his thumb starts tracing circles on your hip, gentle and absent, like he didn’t even realize that he was doing it.

“i’m gonna steal you after this,” he said casually. “take you to the beach. or back to the chateau. or literally anywhere you wanna go. i don’t even care. i just wanna be with you.”

then he noticed a stray piece of hair stuck to your lip, brushing it away with his thumb, and kissed the exact spot where it was.

“yeah,” he whispered with a soft smile, “that’s better.”

you leaned into him and jj didn’t hesitate — he wrapped both arms around your waist from behind, swaying you gently to the music like you’re slow dancing even though no one else was.

he rested his chin on your shoulder.

“i could stay like this forever,” he admitted quietly.

and he meant it.

you can feel it in the way he held you — careful, warm, and completely yours.

In honor of Black History Month, who are your top 10 black women crushes of all time? Didn't just want to just say African American so you can include black women from all across the world lol.

1. Jessica Lucas

2. Chloe Bailey

3. Jaida Parker

4. Meagan Good

5. Jonica Keating

6. Sasha Banks/Mercedes Moné

7. Normani Kordei

8. Beyonce

9. Megan Thee Stallion

10. Halle Berry

Of ALL time is tough. Stacked honorable mentions: Coco Jones, Rubi Rose, Mariah Carey, Kiana Ledé, Zoe Saldana, Brandi Rhodes, Mataya Sweeting, Rihanna, Tinashe, Taylor Rooks