JJ Maybank

The tension in the air was thick as you and JJ stood face to face, voices raised in anger. The argument had started over something trivial but had quickly spiraled out of control, dragging up deeper issues between the two of you.

“You don’t get it, Peyton,” JJ shouted, his face flushed with frustration, his lips pursed together tightly. “You have no idea what it’s like to have nothing, to have no one! Your parents are rich, they live on Figure 8, and you can go back to them anytime you want. Meanwhile, I’m stuck here with a dad who couldn’t care less if I lived or died.”

your eyes flashed with anger. “So what? It’s not my fault where I come from, JJ! You think I asked to be born into a kook family?”

JJ’s jaw clenched, his hands balled into fists at his sides. “You have no idea what it’s like to struggle every single day, Peyton. To wonder if your even going to have a place to sleep at night.”

You stepped closer to him, your face inches from him. “And you have no idea what it’s like to feel like you don’t belong anywhere! I don’t fit in with the kooks, and sometimes I feel like I don’t even fit in with the Pogues. I didn’t choose this life anymore than you did!”

As you yelled, your eyes blazing with intensity, JJ found himself suddenly distracted. Despite his anger, he couldn’t help but notice how passionate and fierce you looked, and he realised in that moment that he found you incredibly attractive.

His anger began to melt away, still burning furiously within him but put to the side for the moment as it was replaced by a strange mix of admiration and lust. He stared at you, his breath caught in his throat.

you, seeing his sudden silence, felt your anger waver slightly. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

Without warning, he grabbed your face, angling your head to meet his as he captured your lips in a rough, pulsing kiss, a mixture of anger and lust burning in his touch. You were caught off guard but before you could react, JJ pushed you back against a wall, his hands roaming your body greedily. The roughness of his movements punctuated the powerful currents of passion that now overtook the room.

He pressed his body against yours, the hard bulge of his arousal grinding against your thigh, a demand for you to feel his need for you, to feel how much he craved every inch of your perfect body. His fingers tugged at your shirt, the fabric bunched up in his fists as he pressed his hips against yours, wanting to get rid of the barrier between you.

The anger hadn’t dissipated, but instead, it mingled with the overwhelming heat of the growing lust, creating a whirlpool of hate and passion.

JJ began to roughly undress you, his hands tearing at your clothes with an urgency that bordered on feral. His actions were devoid of care or gentleness, only fuelled by the anger and lust you both now found so soul shattering.

You reacted quickly, your hands gripping at the fabric of JJ’s pants, urgently trying to free the thick, rigid length that was straining against the constraints of the material. JJ practically tore your panties off, the discarded cloth clattering against the floor. He shoved you against the surface of a table, spreading your legs and exposing your wet folds to his prowling eyes.

He quickly moved to unzip his pants and tug them down, releasing his throbbing member, angrily thrusting it between your folds.