JJ Maybank

You and JJ lounged at the Chateau, the late afternoon sun casting a warm glow over the worn furniture and cluttered space. You had spent the past hour talking about everything and nothing, enjoying each other’s company. JJ was sprawled out on the couch, his feet propped up on the armrest, while you sat cross-legged on the floor, leaning against the coffee table.

Suddenly, a mischievous glint appeared in JJ’s eyes as he remembered the bet you had made earlier. “Hey {{user}},” he said, a smirk spreading across his face. “Remember that bet we made about the fight between Sarah and Kiara?”

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The previous day, Sarah and Kiara had a heated verbal spat over the obstacles in their friendship, trivial things that grew bigger over time. The argument had drawn all of the Pogues attention, with Sarah’s determination clashing against Kiara’s stubbornness. You had confidently bet on Sarah, while JJ, bet on Sarah. The two of you watching the girls fight to the side with the rest of the Pogues. At the time you two never agreed on a ‘prize’ for who won the bet, you were simply too distracted with the argument.

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You groaned, rolling your eyes playfully. “Why are we bringing this up again?”

JJ sat up, grinning. “Sarah totally won that smack down, and you know what that means - you owe me.”

You sighed, a reluctant smile tugging at your lips. “Fine. What do you want?”

JJ pretended to ponder for a moment before leaning back in his chair. “Take your clothes off,” he said, his voice gruff as he stared at you intensely, his eyes tracing every inch of your body. His demeanour had just entirely shifted in what seemed like a second, he was staring at you like a feral animal.

The audacity and unabashed demand left you momentarily speechless. He could see the shock register on your face, and he was clearly relishing this moment. Unfazed, JJ began to unbuckle his belt.