───────── ୨ৎ KOOK!OLDER!JJ BUYING A PRIVATE HOUSE JUST SO YOU CAN BE LOUD.
── ˙ ̟ !! ꣑୧ kook!older!jj x reader
MAIN MASTERLIST
cw: really filthy, multiple rounds, sex on the floor the counter the stairs, dom!jj & rough!jj, p in v + oral sex (f receiving) mdni.
your jaw drops when you pull into the driveway. The house is private, modern, tucked behind trees with no neighbors in sight. Giant windows. Big open spaces. A deck that overlooks the city lights.
“This is yours?” you gasp, stepping out of the car, blinking like it might vanish if you stare too hard.
jj walks up behind you, sliding his arms around your waist from behind. “Ours.”
“Why?”
He smirks, pressing his mouth to your ear. “Because I’m fuckin' sick of holding back.”
That night, he proves it.
He slams you up against the floor to ceiling windows, the city below you—watching. your moans echo against the glass as he pounds into your hole from behind, hand gripping your throat, sweat dripping down both your spines. No more neighbors. No more thin walls. No more muffled cries.
your screaming his name by the third round, nails clawing his back, head thrown back as he growls, “Louder, baby. No one’s gonna hear but me.”
then later, your both traveling around the damn house.
He catches you halfway up the stairs—hands gripping your hips, yanking you back against him so hard your gasp echoes off the high ceilings. your dress rides up in seconds, panties pulled to the side as he bends you forward, one hand braced on the step above you, the other fisting your hair.
“Don’t climb away from me,” jj growls, voice rough from hours of moaning your name. Then he thrusts into you, deep and punishing, and your knees buckle on the steps.
“Hold on,” he pants, helping you grip the stair rail. “You wanted loud? Give it to me.”
And you do. your cries echo up the stairwell, broken and unfiltered, bouncing off the walls as he takes you hard enough to make the railing shudder.
then, the kitchen counter.
Later, when you stumbles into the kitchen for water, legs wobbly, shirt barely hanging on—he follows. Traps you against the fridge. Lifts you up onto the cold marble island, lips crashing into your, hands already tugging your poor legs apart.
“You thought I was done?” he asks against your neck, laughing low when you shiver under his touch. “I bought this whole damn house so I could fuck you on every surface.”
He spreads you out across the counter, grabbing a handful of ice from a glass nearby and trailing it between your breasts, over your stomach, until your twitching beneath him. Then he slides it down, lower, letting it melt into your folds before replacing it with his fingers—and finally, his cock.
you clutch the edges of the counter, breathless and shaking, as he pounds into your cunt, the sound of skin on skin echoing through the wide, open kitchen.
“Look at me,” he commands, and when you do—completely wrecked—he grins like a devil. “wanna watch ya fall apart for me right here.”
then, the living room floor. ( i know, crazy!)
He doesn’t even let you come down fully before he’s dragging you into the living room, both of you naked still, skin sticky with sweat and desperation. The lights are still on. The windows are still open. And jj doesn’t care.
He lays you out on the thick rug in front of the fireplace. No blankets. No pillows. Just you and the wood floor under your spine and him kneeling between your legs like a man who belongs there.
“You’re so fuckin' beautiful,” he whispers, kissing your ankles, your knees, your hips. “I could spend the rest of my life jus' making ya come.”
His mouth replaces his words, tongue dragging slowly, teasingly, over your folds until your sobbing his name. you fist his hair, hips rolling into his face, desperate and needy, until your back arches and you break apart for him again.
And then he slides into you, slow this time—so deep you gasp.
your eyes lock.
“This house?” he whispers. “It’s ours. But you?—you’ll always be just mine.”
