maybank oneshots

BAD GUY*

bad guy
mafia leader!jj maybank au
w/c: 3.7k
description: jj maybank was just a man who owned a club.. or was he?
warnings: jj maybank x reader, mafia leader! jj maybank, au universe, swearing, sexism, smut, choking kink, daddy kink, sir kink
a/n: so i was thinking about how theres not many au fics for obx yet then i thought about the rlly basic (but hot) fanfics of mafia leader!harry styles which now leads us to this.

the luminous, fluorescent lights flashed purple, green, pink and blue into your blinking eyes. it was another night spent bartending in the local bar downtown.
every night crowds of all ages would push and shove in the compact venue. booming music bounced on each wall, the dance floor shaking along with the beat.
you were unaware of the beautiful man whos gawking, ogling eyes burned into your half naked figure (a demand made by the bosses of the sleazy club). you were only aware of the middle aged men gawping and gaping at your breasts that were trying to escape the tight, mini dress that were pushing them upwards, making them appear perkier and bigger than they really were.
your job wasn't ideal, but the pay was insane. any other bartending job offered less than half of what the club gave you. plus, it did boost your confidence up, even if it was just men above their fifties who only stared at your chest, waiting for an inevitable nipple slip.
the gorgeous man, that you still had not noticed, paced closer towards where you stood, handing out peoples orderers with a polite, slightly shy smile.
"rum and coke."
your y/e/c eyes landed on the blonde figure. his heart stopping, azure eyes flickered with what looked to be jealousy or lust. you couldnt quite tell, either way it seemed confusing and strange to you.
his deep voice sent tingles to your core in a way no man had ever been able to achieve, even with their fingers or mouth working what they thought were wonders, yet he could do it with the low, slow tone of his simple words and spine shivering gaze.
all you could manage was a trembling nod, your forbidden attraction to him causing your brain to malfunction and your ability to keep your dignity feeling foggy and non existent at the moment.
your shaking fingers handed over the cold drink, your skin brushing against his smooth hand. a smirk spread across his god-like features causing your pink blush to deepen impossibly darker.
his eyes shifted to a mans arm which was creeping close to an exposed part of your body, the colour changing from blue to deep navy, fury clouding his vision
"get off her." he growled, causing the man to chuckle and roll his eyes.
"and who are you?"
"i own this damn club. now get your dirty hands off my girl or i'll show you why the fuck you should never, ever, cross me." shivers ran down your spine at how he called you 'his girl' and you watched the creepy pervert quickly jump off his seat, apologies being thrown left, right and centre as humiliation suffocated him. then it hit you. the perfect man in-front of you was jj maybank.
"sorry about that, princess."
"you own the club?" you asked him cautiously, now afraid about the reason he was talking to you. surely if the club owner speaks to you, the only reason is to fire you. jj just lowly laughs, nodding his head.
"don't worry, i just wanted to see why every one of your male co-workers seem to prey on you and act so misogynistic and want to personally fire every single one of them." this time you let out a sarcastic chuckle.
"every single one of them? you'll have no staff left, sir." you saw his jaw tense after what you said came out your mouth, his fists clenching beside his well built body.
"looks like i'll have to re hire then." before you could speak again, jj ushered the entire crowd dancing drunkenly to the loud music to leave immediately.
slowly, one by one, the mess of people exited through the double doors, leaving just you, your boss and your co-workers.
"um, mr. maybank, why would you do that?" daniel asked, a boy who did bartending shifts with you quite often, and one of the most sexist, misogynistic man you had ever met.
"to sack everyone." was all he said, receiving gasps and angry, explicit mutters.
"what?" a voice whimpered, along with a few other queries from the rest of your workers (you being the only female at this club who wasn't one of the dancers)
"goodbye. all apart from you, ms. y/l/n. stay behind please." jj then turned around and stormed into his office that was behind the stage, most likely arranging some 'now hiring' emails and posters.
"did you do this, pretty one?" daniel whispered in your ear, indignation laced in his grizzly voice. his beer smelling breath made your body tremble and shake, fear wrapped around you. you rapidly shook your head, not wanting to anger the man anymore.
his big, strong hands grasped your waist, no doubt leaving purple bruises from his tight grip. before his hands could wander further up your body with their cruel, disgusting intentions, Daniels body got slammed into the wooden flooring.
"dont you ever touch her, now i want you out of my club and i don't want to ever see your face again, or you know what exactly will happen, Daniel Hill. you saw the other guy, didn't you?" jj's voice mocked the man, although his last sentence didn't really make sense to you. jj hadn't fired anybody since daniel was hired, so who was he talking about? and what did he do to him?
once jj's hold on daniel loosened, the man ran out of the club without a second of hesitation, followed hurriedly by the rest of your, now, ex-coworkers.
jj took your hand and pulled you into his office, your eyes skimming across the many scattered piles of unfinished assignments or open folders with scruffy handwriting scribbled across the crumpled, white paper.
"sorry about the mess." he muttered, with what sounded like embarrassment hidden behind his tone of voice. embarrassment? why would he feel shame about some letters that hadn't been signed off or a few stamps that were haphazardly pressed against the sheets of work he clearly had no effort to do. you just shrugged in response to his words, really not effected by the state of his work space.
that was until you noticed a black object hidden beneath one of the many clusters of screwed up balls of paper. the shiny material being recognisable from the opposite side of the earth.
"you like what you see, babygirl?" your boss whispers in your ear, feeling his grin against your burning skin, turning crimson with lust.
his hand moved down to your waist, holding it tightly but not quite enough to leave any trace of his grip.
before he could do anything else, a shrill ringtone surrounded the two of you, and jj let out a frustrated sigh.
he huffed and puffed as he sauntered over to his mobile phone, hesitating before picking it up.
"hello...yes...don't let him trick you, it's not true...he's manipulating you!...fuck you." the man slammed his phone onto the table, most likely smashing some part of the screen, although he was definitely a rich guy so it would be no bother to him.
"are you okay?" you reached your hand out to touch his shoulder but he flinched away from you, eyes burning with anger and annoyance.
"you don't understand what i've just lost here, princess. one of my best men have just double crossed me and now i don't know what god damn information about me is out there." jj yelled, not necessarily directed at you, more to snap his fury out to the world.
"a staff member you hired at the club?" although what you said wasn't a joke, jj cackled as if you were the funniest comedian he'd heard.
"something like that, princess."