Pairing: JJ Maybankxfem!reader
Summary: You had a rough couple of days. JJ got arrested for something he didn't do, they won't let you see him, and you're stuck outside on a nasty bench. But it can't get any worse, right?
Warnings: like sex ig, kinda?sub!JJ, top!reader, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), swearing, mentions of blood
Notes: this ain't my collage. OP just said to say that sooo
You really thought it would be okay this time.
He reassured you countless times before he got into the back of that stupid cop car.
You had camped at the front desk of the police station, begging them to let you see him. You just wanted to know that JJ would be okay.
You stormed out of the door, sobbing miserably into the crusty black bench beside the building.
Just because you couldn't see him doesn't mean you couldn't be close to him.
You couldn't even text him. They took everything he had.
All of this for what? A stupid revenge stunt that wasn't even his fault?
As much as you would hate for Pope to be in that cell instead of JJ, you would still accept it. As long as you could have him back.
Your plan was to watch for his dad, because you knew JJ would receive the beating of his life if he found out.
You found yourself dozing off, eyelids heavy.
When you woke, you were covered in mosquito bites and sweat. It may not have been a good idea to sleep outside in ninety-degree weather.
You drug yourself back to the station, certain it would all be sorted out by then.
"I'm sorry honey, his father checked him out a few hours ago."
Despite the lady's persistent yelling, you sprint off, running faster than you ever had before to reach JJ's house, just a few blocks away.
Ten minutes later-drenched in even more sweat-you made it to his gravel driveway.
Your eyes widened with horror, staring at his dad's truck.
A strangled sound passed your lips, halfway between a sob and a dry heave.
There was blood dripping on the inside of the car's window. Fresh blood.
Your ears started to ring. Your mind could only piece together one word. Please. Please let him be alive. Please don't let you find him be dead in that truck.
Peering through the windows, you were relieved to find that wasn't the case.
Then you heard the rock music blaring through the walls of the house, shaking the ground outside.
JJ taught you a way to climb through his window so you wouldn't have to go through the door to sneak in.
You almost wanted to crawl back out after hearing everything.
"None of this would've happened if your mother was here! You're a mistake, and now I gotta pay for it!"
"SHUT UP! JUST SHUT UP!" Then there was slamming.
Whether you liked it or not, you needed to make sure your boyfriend wasn't dying.
You found him punching holes in his bedroom walls. At least he was there.
As soon as he saw you, he turned the speaker volume down, then turned back to you.
He teared up before he could even get a word out. "You're not supposed to be here right now." He choked out, but his eyes said otherwise.
You rushed to hug him, sliding down to the ground in the process.
He buried his face deep in your neck, giving you the bear hug of the century.
After just a few minuted of him crying into your shoulder, your shirt reeked.
It smelt like salt, more salt, armpits, feet, and cigarettes.
He sounded so insanely adorable when he asked: "Did you run all the way here in your good jeans?" And then he sniffled. You almost died on the spot.
You pulled back to look at him. You were going to say some cheesy line like 'and I would do it again', but he winced at your touch.
His right eye was bruised so bad you could see the blood pooling inside of it. He had scratches and gashes all over his face. His lip was split.
You stood up quietly, storming over to JJ's bag where you knew he kept his gun.
You swung open his door, muttering "I'm gonna kill that bitch" all the way to where the (*cough*absolute deadbeat) was passed out.
JJ trailed behind you, actually being the voice of reason this time.
"Listen, we could go to prison. As much as I want him dead myself, just please don't do that."
You aimed the gun, shaking, then felt a hand reach from behind you, gently lowering it.
"It's okay", he whispered. "It's okay."
After a little more...selective reasoning, he managed to successfully pull you back to his room.
You would've gone to John B's place, but JJ said he wanted to be 'in the moment' with you, which is why he is currently feeling you up on his bed (not that you're complaining).
He pulls back, just staring at you. "What did I do right in my life for you to choose me?"
He smiles, which is nice to finally see. But, you want more than that. You want to show JJ that he deserves you. He deserves more than you.
You're tired of his grabby teasing.
You yank him in for a kiss, which quickly turns into a make out session, which turns into JJ dry humping you on the bed.
You tug at his pants. "You want these off?"
You're hesitant about even initiating anything, considering all the bruising on JJ's face.
It takes no time at all for the two of you to be completely naked.
Usually, he'd lead, you making marks all over him. You have a different plan today.
You tap his bicep, making him stop immediately.
"I wanna try something. Lay down."
He raises an eyebrow. "Ya know, I'd love for you to sit on my face, but..."
"Wha-" You sink down onto his hard dick, making JJ yelp.
"Well that was-mmf-a better plan than I expected"
You didn't move, gingerly touching his face.
"You need a break." You state firmly. "Let me do the work for once."
You start to slowly bounce on his cock, taking every inch like you had a million times before.
A wave of pleasure washes over you-mind tempted to go blank-but you push through. This is about him right now.
He starts to fuck you back, thrusting into your wet pussy like he was meant for it.
Not even five minutes later, JJ starts groaning like crazy.
Before you even get a chance to do anything, a spurt of warmth blooms in your stomach.
You both ride out your orgasms, collapsing on top of each other.
"We can agree you're moving out after this right?" You pant, nuzzling into his collarbone."
SEASON FIVE IS ALMOST HEREEE
