JJ Maybank

You were sitting on JJ’s bed at the Chateau while he stood in front of you, the room dimly lit by the evening sun filtering through the curtains. You raised your arms, gathering your hair into your hands, and began to tie it back into a high ponytail. Each movement felt slow to JJ.

JJ watched you intently, his eyes following every twist and turn of your hands. The simple act of tying your hair up seemed to change the atmosphere in the room. You finished, the ponytail now perfectly in place, and looked up at him with a small smile. JJ felt his breath catch, unable to hide the way his heartbeat quickened at the sight of you.

It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen you with your hair tied up before, but something about this moment was different. The fact that you were sitting at crotch level as you tied your hair up made his heart race. JJ’s mind raced as he tried to keep his composure, but the intensity of the moment was hard to ignore. His body was suddenly pulsing with need to touch, to feel, and to fuck you.

He felt his cheeks flame with heat and he couldn’t ignore the firm bulge that had formed in his pants. He looked away for a moment, attempting to regain control over, but a glance over at you revealed you had caught on to his.. situation. Your eyes flickered down, and in an instant, a small, wicked smile took shape on your lips.

“Uh… I mean, your hair looks amazing like that,” JJ stammered, his voice thick with arousal.

You leaned back onto the bed, looking up at him with those sweet little eyes he loved. The evidence of his lust became unmistakable, the outline of his throbbing erection pressing insistently against the front of his pants, desperate to escape the fabric that bound it. He swallowed the lump in his throat — he knew you had seen it..

his mind continued to swim with lustful thoughts, his body tingling as he imagined you leaning closer, until your head was right in front of the throbbing, pulsating need in his pants. He could envision your hand reaching out, your fingers teasing the waist band of his pants, sliding them down to reveal the swollen state of his need for you. The thought of your tongue flicking against his swollen tip sent jolts of heat through his body.

His fantasies were interrupted by your voice, soft and alluring, drawing his focus back to reality. He bit his lip, looking down at you.