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scorpiomoon-444 · 4 months

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Deja Vu

Pairing: Finnick Odair x Fem!District4!Reader

Genre: Angst/Fluff; Cliff-Hanger Ending

Warnings: Death, CPR, Katniss’s “Pregnancy”; Let me know if I missed anything

Word Count: 1471 Words

A/N: I’m sorry I left it on a cliffhanger but depending on if people like it I may be willing to write a sequel. Thanks - M

Much like my friend Finnick, I thought the “star-crossed lovers” from District 12 was an act. To be blunt, Katniss appears to barely tolerate Peeta and she really doesn’t show much affection towards him. So going into the Quarter Quell I anticipated Peeta to be the only one to keep the Katniss-Peeta love story alive. Especially since Katniss is now “pregnant”, which she appears to often forget and luckily for her Finnick is there to remind her of it.

It’s only when Peeta’s machete accidently cuts into the forcefield and we are all thrown off of our feet, that something changes. Katniss rushes to press her head against Peeta’s chest to find that his heart has stopped beating and she begins to call out his name, is when she begins to panic. Her panic is much different than mine. I panic due to the fact the main goal for the alliance was to keep the District 12 couple alive in hopes for the rebellion. We obviously didn’t anticipate Peeta being electrocuted strong enough to stop his heart and I’m scared we’ve already failed at our sole job.

Having Finnick with us proves detrimental as he jumps into action to perform cardiopulmonary resuscitation, also known as CPR. This is something that a lot of people know how to do within District 4 as being able to rescue someone who has drowned is extremely important in our line of work.

At first Katniss assumes the worst and tries to stop Finnick from performing CPR; and I leap forward to hold Katniss back. It was then clear to me she had assumed both Finnick and I had teamed up against them, she proceeded to fight back against me, until it became more clear that Finnick was actually saving Peeta’s life. After the confusion, she stops resisting me and eagerly awaits to see Peeta’s lungs fill with air and his heart regain a steady rhythm.

When Peeta does come back, Finnick and I watch how Katniss cries and seeks comfort within Peeta. It’s strange, she appeared to be impartial to him, yet when faced with losing him you can truly see the love that she feels towards him. I begin to think that Katniss isn’t aware that she loves him back and has yet to realize the gravity of her emotions towards Peeta.

Later in the day, Finnick I sit side-by-side against a tree, but I find myself reminiscing on the love Katniss and Peeta have for each other. It also makes me wonder about my own future and love life, that is that I leave the arena alive.

“Finnick?” I say trying to gain his attention. “Do you think I’ll ever find love like theirs? Or someone to love me as purely as Peeta loves Katniss?” I ask, glancing towards Finnick but end up looking back towards the sunset. Finnick looked at me the same way that he had looked at Katniss after Peeta was brought back, almost quizzically.

“What makes you say that?” Finnick questions, followed by “I don’t understand how anyone wouldn’t be able to love you like that (Y/N). You're unlike any woman out there and anyone with eyes should be able to see that. Take it from me, your closest friend who knows you better than anyone else, I find it hard to believe that you haven't found love already.” he says almost to comfort me.

What he says mirrors a truth he may never know. That I have loved Finnick since we were children, and I may have found love but it was never returned back to me. I loved Finnick long before he was a tribute or a victor. It began as a small crush, I had lived three houses down from him prior to living in the victor’s village, before having met I often would admire him from afar. As a child, Finnick’s caring nature could be seen from a mile away and I adored him for it. The way he looked out for his friends and interacted with others was admirable. Not long after our parents became more acquainted we began to see each other often, which led to our current friendship.

There were many bumps along the way, like Finnick being chosen as a tribute at the age of 14, and eventually his crush on our mutual friend Annie. Which I'm unaware if he still harbors feelings for her, as after finding out about his crush I stopped asking about his love life all together. It just hurt me too much to ask, realizing he would never love me back. And the words he just said only confirm that I am just his “friend” and imply nothing more.

I sigh and stand, “It’s nothing Finn, don’t worry about it.” I say deciding I should get some rest, my poker face can only stay strong for so long until it crumbles before Finnick. Whenever I do let my guard down Finnick can often anticipate my own emotions before I can come to sense them. I also really don’t want to have this discussion now anyways, with the world watching, I know for a fact it would be the exact drama they are looking for within the Hunger Games especially a Quarter Quell. I walk away before Finnick can see my face fall or before he could say anything more.

It’s later after we are reunited with Johanna, Wiress, and Beetee that some roles have been reversed. During the cornucopia being spun, I get struck by weaponry being thrown from the cornucopia leaving me unconscious and left to fall into the rocky waters below. Being from District 4, my swimming skills are far above any other tribute, besides Finnick of course, but with a new concussion and a lack of air prior to falling in, I quickly succumb to darkness.

I woke up coughing up water that was lodged in my lungs and chest pain like no other. It doesn’t take me long to realize that I died, much like Peeta, and had to be resuscitated by Finnick. Speaking of Finnick, he sits besides me comfortingly running his hand along my spine as my lungs clear. I take an effort to look at him, he looks scared and relieved, understandably of course given the circumstances. It’s only when I look behind Finnick I see both Peeta and Katniss looking with a newfound interest in their eyes, which is far more intriguing to me at the moment.

About an hour later I found out why the District 12 duo acted the way they did, which gives me some extreme deja vu of my own previous behavior. It’s when I am sitting along the shore gutting fish to eat later when Katniss comes to sit alongside me. She makes an effort to tell me that she’s glad I’m okay and asks me if I’d be open to teaching her how to prepare fish.

In a moment of silence Katniss asks “So, how long have you two been in love?” and I’ve never turned my head faster. “You think Finnick is in love with me?” I state in disbelief, shock prevalent on my face.

“Well in the beginning, I knew for a fact you loved him. You would do anything for him and you never want to leave his side for anything. But after you died, watching Finnick struggle to bring you back to life, it was never more prominent that he loved you back.” Katniss states almost matter of fact. “Peeta and I were shocked to see how devastated he was after he found you in the water, with the commotion we never took time to count the cannons as they went off, Finnick wasn’t sure how long you had been floating there dead.” Katniss shares and glances back towards the fish we were preparing.

“You should have seen how fast he pulled you out of that water… He cares (Y/N), even if you can’t see it now, he loves you. Maybe he has yet to realize it himself but it’s there.” She says and I can’t help but compare the situation to watching Peeta’s death unfold from a couple days prior. Two different days, two separate duos, but one common theme of love for one another.

I quickly shake my head and resume my work. But instead of responding back to Katniss, I look down the sandy beach to look at Finnick. I watch only for a moment, but Finnick must sense my eyes on him, and we maintain eye contact for a brief second. He gives his signature smile, the one where his dimples are prominent, and his green eyes shine brightly. It makes me wonder if what Katniss said could be true and provides false hope that my love may be returned after all.

#AWE #i want insight on finnick’s reaction #im in love with him #alita’s fic recs ⭐️

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scorpiomoon-444 · 8 months

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Fair Game

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Pairing: JJ Maybank x Kook!Reader, Rafe Cameron x Kook!reader

TW:18+, cheating, dysfunctional relationship,alcohol consumption, mentions of weed, smut, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, praise kink, spanking

Summary: JJ sets his sight on something that isn't his.

Word Count:4.8k

JJ watches you intently over the rim of his red solo cup, the plastic crushed between his fingers so hard it's seconds away from busting. You're hanging off of Rafe's arm as he ignores your attempts to garner his attention, too caught up in his shitty conversation with his even shittier friends.

You're entirely too pretty in your sundress that sits just below the curve of your ass to be asking for an ounce of affection. The world should be falling at your feet, and JJ wonders if you know the power you could hold if you decided you want it.

You're all soft glowing skin and sun-bleached hair, the type of ethereal beauty that isn't of this world. Your effervescent personality radiates wherever you go, and he's seen guys fall under your trance on more than one occasion without you even noticing the effect you have.

JJ isn't sure of a lot of things in life, but the one fact he's absolutely certain of is that Rafe Cameron doesn't deserve you. He doesn't cherish you the way he should, or kiss the ground you walk on, grateful to even be in your presence. JJ would.

He doesn't have a lot going for him in terms of money, but he damn sure knows how to treat a lady. JJ swears, hand to God, that you belong in a museum. Though, on the flip side, he doesn't like the idea of anyone else getting to observe you the way he does.

He stares with steely blue eyes and rigid muscles as you resign to your fate, folding into yourself when you realize you're just a background character in your boyfriend's life tonight. You're too nice, borderline angelic, as you keep up the persona of a doting girlfriend.

Though, JJ has been laser-focused on you for the majority of the evening and doesn't miss the way your smile falters for half a second or the way the light in your eyes dims. He hates it. JJ could treat you better, he knows that as much as he knows the ocean will be waiting for him in the morning.

He wonders if your lips taste as sweet as they look or if you still use that coconut coffee lotion that he got a whiff of one day that hasn't left his mind since. He doesn't understand just what you see in the kook king if he's being honest.

He figures it must be your habit of forgiving too fast, always wanting to see the best in people even when there's nothing good to begin with. He's convinced that Rafe doesn't buy you flowers or open doors for you, both things he would do religiously if given the opportunity.

He doesn't think that Rafe takes his time with you, worshipping you like a priceless artifact the way you deserve. Oh, but JJ would. He'd kiss every inch of your body, and spend hours drowning you in love and affection until you're sure you're swimming in a sea of it.

He isn't usually one to be enamored, especially with a kook. He also wouldn't consider himself the type to steal another man's girlfriend, but the way the moonlight is bouncing off your face makes him think maybe he doesn't know himself at all.

His eyes stay glued to your figure as Rafe whispers something in your ear, jealousy rearing its ugly head. That should be him sending a shiver up your spine and getting drunk off the scent of your shampoo.

He briefly tries to think of a game plan to get you alone, if only for a minute, when fate hands him his wish on a silver platter. You're moving toward the keg now, no doubt acting as Rafe's personal bartender.

His feet carry him forward with purpose, any logical thought erased from his mind the closer he gets to you. He swears you must be a siren, emitting some sort of magnetic pull that he couldn't resist even if he tried.

"Hey. Y/N, right?"

He feigns mild ignorance, not wanting to come on too strong. He knows your name; it's engraved on his heart in a pretty script that matches your handwriting.

You turn around, bright smile growing wider upon seeing him. It's always present, a permanent staple of your personality just the same as your bubbly laugh and kind heart. He speculates that your parents never taught you about stranger danger as his own grin split his features, signature dimples popping out on either side.

"Hey, JJ!"

His heart skips a beat upon hearing you say his name, your saccharine voice floating to his ears like a summer symphony. It skips again when it registers that you know who he is, and he thinks this might be what kills him. What a blissful way to go.

"What's a pretty girl like you doing over here all alone?"

His eyes light up at the way a blush stains your cheeks, your hand coming up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

"Oh, I'm just getting Rafe another drink."

He nods his head and lets out a disappointed 'ah', pretending like he didn't already know your answer.

"He let you wander off all on your own? Some boyfriend."

He knows the comment is out of pocket, and does his best to make it sound playful even though a clear tone of disdain slips through. You chuckle lightly and raise your eyebrows for a second, and he feels the tides start to turn.

You don't jump to Rafe's defense the way he's heard before in passing. In fact, you almost seem to agree with the sentiment.

"Whatcha drinking? You look thirsty."

He doesn't even know what that means. How does someone look thirsty? It's better than what he wants to say though which is 'You look like someone I could love for the rest of my life and then some.'

"Just water. I can't really drink."

Your eyes are cast toward the ground as you answer his question, and his eyebrows furrow. Now, JJ has seen you out drink frat boys before so he knows that's not the truth. Not the whole truth, at least. You used to be the first one to grab a drink and the last one to turn down a keg stand.

Now that he thinks about it, you used to do a lot of things that you don't anymore. You used to be louder, more adventurous with the mouth of a sailor despite looking innocent as a nun. He hasn't been able to focus on anything but the idea of what you'd look like tucked into his side, and it's hitting him like a train how much you've changed.

You're more reserved, timid almost. Always perfectly put together with styled curls and flawless makeup.

"Can't or aren't allowed to?"

The words leave his mouth before he can stop himself, rage flooding his system as he puts the pieces together. Rafe doesn't love you; not for who you are. He loves the way you boost his image, a perfect prospect to be his future trophy wife.

"It's not that I'm not allowed,"

Your eyebrows pinch together and JJ has to stuff his hand in his pocket to resist the urge to smooth over the creases with his thumb.

"Rafe just usually gets too drunk and causes problems. It's easier if I'm sober."

JJ tsks, displeased with your excuse, and takes a daring step forward.

"You know, we're playing a life or death game. No one makes it out of this alive, so you might as well make the most of your time."

He extends his cup to you, a sparkle in his irises as he beckons you to take a risk. You mull over his words for a moment, turning to look at Rafe. He hasn't even noticed you're gone, and some days you wonder whether he'd know if you stopped showing up altogether.

JJ tilts the cup forward, a mischievous smile on his lips when he sees you considering the idea. He laughs victoriously when you take the cup and bring it to your lips, chugging the contents with ease. You don't even grimace at the strong liquor, holding it out to him and nodding.

"Bottoms up."

He takes the hint, leading you to the side where his private stash is hidden in a bush. Your head whips around when you hear loud laughter, and JJ follows your line of sight to the beer bong table.

"Wanna play?"

You smile once again, your eyes lighting up at the idea.

"Fuck yeah."

He cheers you on, giving you high fives and sideways hugs each time you sink a ball, completely obliterating the other team. Not to his surprise, Rafe doesn't come looking for you once.

On the contrary, he seems preoccupied. JJ's stomach sinks when he sees Rafe sitting by the bonfire with another woman curled up in his lap, her hand trailing dangerously close to his belt. You're well past intoxicated at this point, most of your body weight leaning on JJ for support.

You don't seem to miss your boyfriend at all, or even realize he exists, and this sparks his interest. He's been so focused on the fact that Rafe doesn't seem to care for you, that he hasn't even stopped to think that maybe you don't care for him either.

"Don't wanna."

JJ's head tilts down to look at you, confusion evident in his ocean eyes as you slur into his shoulder.

"Don't wanna what, cupcake?"

Your movements are sloppy as you shift your head to peer up at him through glassy eyes and long lashes, and JJ's hold on you tightens.

"Dont wanna go home with him."

His eyes rake over your features for a second, trying to figure out if these are just drunken words or sober thoughts. He can't help his curiosity, his free hand coming up to smooth out your messy hair.

"Why not?"

You huff dramatically, eyes rolling so hard JJs sure you can see the back of your skull.

"S'no fun. You're fun. And pretty."

You grin as your eyes flutter closed, and JJ chuckles.

"You think I'm pretty?"

Your eyes suddenly shoot open and you stand up straight, albeit on wobbly legs.

"Have you seen yourself? You have these lil' dimples and fluffy blonde hair and a cute laugh. Don't even get me started on how good you smell."

Your fingers poke his cheek and ruffle his hair as you say it, and he barely contains a groan at the feeling of you tugging on the strands.

"If you don't wanna go with him, I'll take you wherever you ask me to."

You perk up at this and take his face between your hands in a way that squishes his cheeks and makes his heart pound.

"Your place!"

His eyes widen slightly as he tries to shake his head, a giggle falling from your lips when his hair tickles your hand.

"I don't know, cupcake. You're really plastered and-"

You cut him off, doing your best to look stern although it doesn't quite work.

"Please? I'll be good, I promise. Just wanna sleep."

He mulls over the idea for a second before lacing his fingers with yours and pulling you toward the parking lot. You squeal in glee, paying no mind to your boyfriend that looks seconds away from fucking a stranger.

It breaks JJ's heart, the fact that this is nothing new glaringly obvious to him. He briefly wonders if you would have even gone home with Rafe, or if the asshole would have left you to find your own way back. Find a way, you did.

Any guilt he had before is destroyed, and he sets you on his bike before placing his helmet on your head and climbing on. You wrap your arms around his torso instantly, heat radiating off your form as you mold your body to his.

"Don't let go, okay?"

He feels you shake your head and nuzzle in further, your arms tightening in the process.

"Never."

Wind whips around you as JJ speeds toward the chateau, your body naturally leaning with his when he takes a turn. The coolness that comes with the blanket of night raises goosebumps on your bare arms and he brings a hand down to hold your trembling fingers.

"Almost there." He promises, and you squeeze his hand in acknowledgment.

True to his word, it's only a couple more minutes before he comes to a stop and helps you steady yourself in the grass.

You follow him silently as he leads you up to the porch, your feet stumbling a bit as you try to climb the steps with airy giggles.

His hands never leave your waist, ensuring you don't face plant while he guides you toward the spare bedroom.

You take in the space through blurry vision; posters plastered to the walls and various t-shirts scattered about. It smells of old spice and weed, a scent you've come to associate with the surfer in the past few hours.

It's wildly different from Rafes pristine and minimally decorated room that always makes you uneasy. Nothing about it feels warm or safe, you're always terrified to leave a stain or bump something out of place.

Standing here now you're immediately engulfed in comfort, and you can't help the feeling of being home.

JJ watches as you strip off your dress, trying and failing to avert his eyes from the bare skin now in front of him, as he argues with himself that he's not seeing any more than he does when you wear a bikini.

His gaze follows you while you float around his makeshift room, your small hand gripping one of his t-shirts. You slip it over your head like you've done it a thousand times before, closing your eyes to inhale the lingering fragrance of JJ.

He's engulfed you in every way except physically now as you curl up under his comforter, a blissful smile on your features.

JJ is frozen in place, trying to process this entire night. Somehow, he's ended up with you in his bed in the most domestic way possible and his mind can't quite make sense of it. It seems so foreign yet so natural at the same time, something in his chest screaming that this is how it should have always been.

His lust turns to adoration when you nuzzle into his pillow, butterflies trying to claw out of his stomach as he notices you seem to feel the same way. You look at peace with your hair fanned around your head like a halo and hands tucked up under your chin to hold the blanket close.

He fights every cell in his body as he turns around to let you sleep, but stops when your tired voice rings out.

"Where are you going?"

You sound so angelic with a soft tone that makes his heart melt, a tinge of sadness lying under the surface.

"I just assumed-" He cuts himself off, turning to the side just enough to meet your gaze.

You look so small and innocent, big doe eyes silently pleading for him not to leave. He knows it's a bad idea; you'll probably kick him in the dick as soon as you wake up sober and realize who you're laying next to.

Despite that fear, he craves your tender touch and glances between you and the door as war wages in his head.

"Stay with me. Please?" You whisper, and his eyelids flutter closed.

Who is he to deny you? He's been willing to burn the world down and dance in the embers just to see you smile ever since he first laid eyes on you, so how is he supposed to turn down such a simple request?

He hesitates for only a moment just to avoid seeming too eager before joining you in the safety of his bed. Something about you calls out to him, and his body overrides any objections his mind may have made.

Rafe is long forgotten as you snuggle into JJ, his muscular arms finding purchase around your waist. You hum in contentment, your mind cloudy from the alcohol but still coherent enough to understand where you are and who you're with.

You fall into a deep slumber almost instantly, the warmth radiating off his body acting as a sedative. He follows suit, drifting off against his will. He already feels like he's in a dream, and he dreads the fact that he'll probably wake up to an empty bed.

His worries are erased when he's awoken by sun rays beaming through the broken blinds to find you still cuddled into him. Your legs have tangled through the night, bringing the two of you impossibly closer as he can't tell where he ends and you begin.

He just lays there in silence, basking in the beauty of your morning hair and soft snores. It doesn't take long for you to stir, and his heart rate spikes so quickly that he thinks he may have a heart attack.

"G'morning." You mumble, and he stays quiet not wanting to pop the bubble of paradise the two of you are in. It's not until you press a lingering kiss to his arm that he finally speaks up, unaware if you know it's him your lips are touching.

"Morning."

He feels you grin against his skin as you register his deep voice, still thick with sleep. Every second that passes feels like a bomb waiting to be detonated, ticking toward the inevitable moment that you rouse from your sleepiness enough to put the pieces together.

The other shoe never drops though, and you turn around to bury your face into his bare chest. He stiffens for a second before relaxing into you and looks down when he feels you tilt your face up to peer at him.

The confusion and anger that he was expecting are nowhere to be seen, tranquility swimming in the eyes he thought would hold fire.

"Sleep well?" You whisper, and he nods slowly; unsure if he ever actually woke up.

"Best sleep I've ever gotten."

You hum in acknowledgment, and he nearly combusts right then and there.

"Me too."

This gives him a little more confidence, the idea that you slept better with him than Rafe going straight to his head. His heart pounds in his ears, and he's sure that you can see it trying to break out of his chest like a cartoon.

"I hate to be the one to bring it up, but won't Rafe be wondering where you are?"

The words taste like acid on his tongue, and he wishes he could take them back the second they hang in the air. You let out a long sigh and prop up on your elbow to see him better.

"He's most likely waking up with his flavor of the night in a far more compromising position than this, so honestly? Probably not."

The casualty with which you say it makes JJ's stomach plummet, an air of familiarity around the statement. He doesn't press for more details, sure that it's not something you want to talk about.

"He's a fucking idiot."

He says it before he can think better of it, and is relieved when you bark out a short laugh.

"Yeah, he is."

JJ's brows pull together as he analyzes your expression, trying to decipher what's going on in your head.

"So why are you with him?"

He knows it's none of his business, but the way you seem so open compels him to ask anyway. You flop back on the bed and stare up at the ceiling, placing both hands on your stomach before turning your head to the side to look at him.

"I don't know. It just kept going on, and the longer we were together the harder it seemed to leave."

Your use of past tense catches his attention and he brushes a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Were together?"

It's only two words, yet you know exactly what he's asking.

"No way he wants anything to do with me after this. He's allowed to fuck who he wants, I'm not." You scoff. "It's kind of just the way of the kooks. There's the prim and proper trophy wife and then the side pieces that actually hold his attention. It's fucked, but it seems to work for most of them."

JJ crinkles his nose at the idea, disgusted that anyone could see you as anything other than the catch you are.

"What about you? Would you be happy with a life like that?"

You purse your lips for a moment, digesting his question before shaking your head.

"No. I'd rather be broke and in love than miserable and cushy." You answer honestly, and JJ smiles.

"Stay with me." He almost begs, any shame demolished by the mere idea of getting to hold you every night.

Your eyebrows shoot up at his forwardness, and you run a finger down his jaw while leaning in closer.

"You think you could treat me better?" You tease, but JJ's face is stoic as he replies.

"I know I could."

This elicits a real smile, the one that causes your eyes to crinkle in the corners in a way he hasn't witnessed since you started your tumultuous relationship.

"Convince me."

There's a sultriness to your voice that causes his brain to go haywire, and he glances at your lips in a silent request for permission. You answer by closing the gap between your mouths, kissing him slow and soft.

It doesn't say that way for long, quickly turning into clashing teeth and battling tongues as he takes dominance over you.

"God, you taste even better than I imagined." He sighs, licking his lips as he tastes the cherry lipgloss that somehow still stains your lips.

You moan into him when he shifts on top of you, your mouth falling open when he trails his lips down your jaw before sucking at the pulse point beneath your ear.

"Is this okay?" He stops for a moment to check in, and your only response is pressing his face back into your neck while he smirks.

You relish in the way he feels against you, the oversized t-shirt giving him easy access to where you crave him most.

He pushes your panties aside and dips a ringed finger between your folds, groaning when he feels how wet you are already.

"All this for me?" He rasps, and you nod quickly.

"I'm the luckiest motherfucker to ever walk the earth."

Your lip quirks up at his statement, your body burning hot under his gaze. You've never felt so desired, and it causes you to drip onto the sheets.

He makes quick work of your clothes, stripping you down so you're sprawled out beneath him fully nude. Under different circumstances, nerves would cause you to try and cover yourself up. You don't even consider the idea as JJ stares at you like you're a rare piece of artwork the world has never seen.

He thinks he must have died and gone to heaven as he takes in the expanse of silky flesh that's at his disposal. There's so much he wants to do, but he starts with exploring every inch of unmarked territory.

"You smell so fucking good. So soft and breathtaking."

You're a blubbering mess of moans and gasps as his lips attack anywhere they can reach, sucking amethyst bruises into your skin.

"You're so god damn stunning. The prettiest thing I've ever seen. Look at you panting and shivering when I've barely even done anything." He keens, and you arch your back to press into him.

"Patience, baby. I want to take my time with you."

You start to whine but are cut off by a moan when his lips attach to your nipple. He's slow and deliberate as he nibbles and laps at the perked mound before giving your other the same attention.

By the time he kisses down your stomach and sits in front of your heat, you're begging for some kind of relief.

"Please, JJ." You whimper, and he looks up at you with lust-blown pupils.

"God, my name sounds like the prettiest song coming from those sinful lips."

You don't have a chance to respond before his mouth wraps around your clit, and you cry out when he plunges two thick fingers into your slick. He curls his digits in the most delicious way, finding that sweet spot that sends fire down your nerves with ease.

He doesn't waste any more time teasing, aware of how desperate you are for your release. He moans into you when your walls clamp down, the vibrations nearly sending you hurtling over the edge into blinding pleasure.

He takes you in, mesmerized by the way your body glistens with a thin sheet of sweat and writhes against him. You're bucking into his face, chasing that sweet end, and his other hand rubs at his painfully hard cock through his sweatpants.

"Come for me. Let me have it all. I wanna memorize how you sound and taste." He groans, and he continues his movements as your body spasms. He lets you ride out your high and drags his tongue across you in broad stripes before moving back up to your face.

You accept his tongue eagerly, letting him explore your mouth before licking your arousal off his chin.

"Taste how sweet you are, angel?" He pants, and you nod before reattaching your lips to his.

He moves to grab a condom out of the nightstand, and you stop him to suck on his fingers.

"I'm on birth control." You assure him, and the last of his restraint disintegrates.

He rips his sweats and boxers off in one motion before positioning himself at your entrance.

"I need you now. I don't think I can make this slow and sweet." He growls, and the way you blink up at him nearly makes him bust instantly.

"Fuck me, JJ."

That's all the instruction he needs, and you release a strangled gasp when he thrusts into you. His hips clash against yours as he bottoms out, and he uses the last of his willpower to give you a moment to adjust.

You grind against him subconsciously, and he sets a brutal pace. The bed creaks as it slams against the wall, the rhythmic thumping combining with your sweet sounds to create an intoxicating melody.

He props one elbow beside your head while his other hand grabs your wrists and pins them above you. Your brain goes completely blank except for the feeling of his cock pistoning into you and the way his face contorts in pleasure.

His furrowed brows and gaping mouth bring you closer to that second release, and his head drops onto your chest when you clench around him.

"How the fuck are you so tight? God, you're gonna kill me." He strains, and your eyes roll back in your head.

He's quick to flip you onto your stomach, large hands bringing your hips to be level with his as he slides back into you. Your face presses into the bed as your fists claw at the sheets, your back arched so sharply that it brings a delightful mix of pain and pleasure.

The sound of shrill moans and strangled grunts bounce off the walls, surely alerting anyone else in the house of what's taking place but you don't care. The feeling of him inside of you combined with his bruising grip is enough to drive you mad, and it makes you delirious in the best way.

"You're taking me so fucking well. Like this pussy was made for me."

You whimper at the lewd praise and his hand comes down on your ass in a sharp slap as your thighs quiver.

"You gonna be a good girl and come on my cock, baby? Soak me and these sheets? Come on, make a mess. Make me proud."

Stars erupt behind your eyelids as white-hot pleasure surges through every square inch of your body, your muscles contracting as your second orgasm rips through you violently. You feel JJ become more erratic behind you, a broken moan tearing from his lips as he coats your walls with hot ribbons of cum.

He slowly comes to a stop, both of you disheveled with tangled hair and flushed skin as you try to catch your breath. You collapse as soon as he relinquishes his hold, and he gently pulls you into his chest and hikes your leg over his waist while you wait for the feeling to come back to your limbs.

"Holy shit." You mutter, and he chuckles before nodding in agreement.

"Was that enough to persuade you?" He jests, and you give him a lazy fucked out smile while he rubs his thumb along your thigh absentmindedly.

"Hm, I don't know. Might take a little more to really seal the deal."

JJ licks a stripe along your cheek playfully as you giggle before dropping his mouth to your ear.

"That's just the beginning."

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