miss americana | jj maybank

three | mads and mays

three | mads and mays
[101: pilot]
*smut warning ;)*

JJ looked Tess up and down. "Madigan back again."

"Your dreams have come true, Maybank," she replied with a playful curtsy.

"Got me there," he said fondly. "Now tell me, how has the Kook life been treating you?"

"What can I say? It's terribly boring, as always." Tess was having trouble keeping up their exaggerated pleasantries as she leaned against the window sill, while JJ took two steps closer to her. "Though, according to your best friend, I don't count."

"Well, if you did, we probably wouldn't be here, would we?"

Tess scoffed. "Oh, really?"

JJ nodded solemnly. Another step closer. Hardly an inch between them. "I don't fuck with Kooks the way I fuck with you."

"And how is it you fuck with me?" Tess asked, her voice lowered, almost a whisper.

"Oh you don't remember?"

Tess grinned, shaking her head, lip between her teeth.

JJ's gaze focused on her lips. His hand extended, settling on her hip. The other came up to her cheek. JJ brushed his thumb across her mouth, pulling her lip from between her teeth so gently Tess barely felt it. But she felt the sparks it set off across her skin. He backed her up a step, pushing her flush against the window sill. "I guess I could remind you," he murmured, their lips slowly aligning themselves.

Tess' lips turned upwards. "Alright."

JJ took the initiative in pressing his lips to hers. She met him with equal enthusiasm, grabbing a handful of his shirt's fabric and pulling him impossibly closer. Her arms soon looped up around his neck as the kiss deepened, their tongues entangling at an intoxicating pace. JJ's grip rested firmly at her hips. He squeezed and Tess instinctively jumped into his grasp.

With Tess completely in his hold, JJ quickly moved them back to his unkempt bed. He dropped her down on the bedspread. Tess was quick to reach up and loop her fingers around his neck, keeping his mouth on hers. JJ lowered himself over Tess, grinding his hips against hers. When she felt his hardened length press against her, Tess couldn't help but let out a little sound of contentment.

JJ grinned cockily and moved down her cheek to her neck, her collarbone, pushing up the fabric of her thin t-shirt to gain access to every inch of smooth skin he could get his hands on. Tess wasn't shy in pulling her shirt up and over her head while JJ was busy sucking and biting at the skin just below her swimsuit top.

He sat up for a moment and unzipped her shorts, taking a moment to look at her, sprawled across his bed in the bright red bikini he'd seen her wear at the beach earlier that same day.

"As soon as I saw you in this," he said, voice raspy and out-of-breath, "I knew I had to have you tonight."

Tess sat up and pushed their lips together once more, only breaking for a moment to pull the boy's shirt over his head. "Then what's taking you so long?" she murmured against his lips.

JJ let her straddle his lap, pushing him down on the bed. While she kissed him deeply, he grabbed Tess' ass firmly and helped her hips keep an exhilarating pace against his hardening cock.

"Fuck, get your pants off right now," she said breathlessly, sloppily unzipping his shorts.

JJ once again picked her up effortlessly and set her back on the bed. "Hold on, Mads."

She busied herself tossing her own shorts aside while he dug through his bedside table until he produced a condom. "Mads?" she repeated.

"Madigan," he corrected himself, throwing his pants aside and situating himself over her once more.