surprising bluecollar!jj with new lingerie…
summary: when the two of you finally get a kid-free night just when your six weeks of no sex are up, you decide to surprise jj…
warnings: oral (f receiving), jj’s obsessed and pussy drunk but what’s new?
blurbs n’ other thoughts for this pairing found here!
when jj gets in the house is quiet, too quiet. absent of the echoes of scrambling little feet and the contagious giggles that normally have his heart swelling, stresses of the day melting away from his muscles usually pulled taught from lifting and dropping and pulling and screwing all day long.
but now, the only sound he can hear is the soft hum of the refrigerator and the soft thump of his boots hitting the hardwood flooring as he ventures a little further into the house, brain only just now catching up and remembering your mom had offered to take jackson for the night, and the two oldest boys were sleeping over at john b and sarah’s place to see her cousins, leaving the two of you a much deserved kid free friday night, the first one in a while jj regretfully realises.
he calls your name softly, eyes flicking all over the open plan living space. the lamp is still on but there’s no sign of you - no mug of half finished hot chocolate on the coffee table, your book you’d been really into lately placed neatly in the little book case above the mantle, couch cousins and throw blankets in place and un disturbed.
“m’ in here.” your voice comes soft and syrupy down the hallway, like a soothing balm over his aching body, ears perking up and head whipping in the direction of the sound, down the hallway to your bedroom.
his fingers loop into his belt buckle, unbuckling it with a soft clink as he makes his way down the stretch of floor to his destination - you. ready to throw the leather strip over the door to forget about it until monday, drown in you all night long as he gently shoves open the door with his shoulder, eyes flicking up from the floor…
it’s the prettiest sight he’s ever seen, he swears.
there you are, not adorned in a loose t-shirt and lounge shorts like usual, not like you wouldn’t be beautiful to him wearing a garbage bag, but this..
you’re adorned in a pretty white set, lined with flowy detailing but cupping the softer parts of your figure prettily. it’s nothing too much but it’s much more than anything you’d have reached for lately.
the bedside lamp illuminates your supple skin in a soft, pink light, already flushed from the way he was looking at you like you were an angel and he was a mere mortal man. your smile is like the stars in his sky - subtle but sparkling, meek yet so, so beautiful.
you can hear his breath catch in his throat, adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows thickly, attempting to source some lubricant to get his tongue to unwravel, stunned at the sight of you as he steps fully into the room, closing the door behind him with a soft click, breaking the silence with a quiet murmur of your name.
you can’t help but give in to the soft smile that pulls at your glossy lips, soft eyes a little unsure and fumbly as he approaches you, calloused hands smoothing gently down, down down. from your shoulders down your upper arms, gliding over the smooth skin to your waist, thumbing softly at the bare expanse of your hip as he speaks; soft and reverent as if he’s undeserving of all of this. “you look… fuck, baby. you look beautiful.”
it’s impossible to miss the quiet unsure look in her eyes, after spending the past however many years learning those signs and the small things that make her tick - to be loved is to be known, as they say. the first thing he does, before anything else, is take her soft hands in his rough ones, thumbs running gently over her knuckles, gently ministrations designed to calm her down, remind her it’s only him, and she’ll always be safe with him.
“missed you, momma. missed this body, missed holdin’ you… missed makin’ you feel good…” he leans down, warm lips pressing to your forehead, then your nose, before capturing your lips in a soft, loving kiss, tongue licking into your mouth to sample your sweet saliva, muffled groan vibrating against your soft lips.
strings of saliva connect your kiss swollen lips when he reluctantly pulls away, thumb stroking your soft, fuzzy jaw. “missed you, baby.”
and what is jj maybank if not a sweet talker?
in less than five minutes, you’re splayed out pretty and panting against the sheets - not before he’d got you comfy against a hefty stack of soft pillows, his strong arms hooked under your pretty thighs, keeping you spread nice and wide for his greedy mouth, your legs thrown over his shoulder, lace panties dangling off of your ankle, hips rolling in slow, desperate against his slick coated lips.
he eats you out soft and sweet, like he’s making out with your lower lips, your sweet nectar dribbles out of your fluttering entrance like a broken faucet, jj desperately lapping up every drop, knowing exactly how to work you with his skilled tongue to get you moaning all low and breathless.
your hands move to thread through his blonde tresses, gripping and tugging to urge him on, head falling back against the pillow as he thrusts his tongue gently in and out of your entrance, feeling your inner muscles milk him as if his cock, his hips rutting desperately into the sheets, but he’s focused solely on you. he hits that sweet spot inside of you, sweet thighs trembling around his head, voice al breathy and pitchy. “jess.. fffuck- ‘s comin’..”
he licks a fat stripe up your dripping slit, grinning against your glossy flesh, ringed fingers digging into and spreading open those pillowy thighs for his own selfish mouth, lips suckling your throbbing clit, flicking meanly over your sweet button to work you right up to that edge, your mouth falling open in a shameless whine. “jj.. please… baby…”
he pulls off with a soft pop, thumb quickly replacing his tongue, never ceasing the mind numbing sensation as he looks up at you through hooded lashes, smirk playing on his glistening lips. “please what momma..? tell me what ya need..” not even giving you a chance to answer before he’s diving back down, chasing a bead of slick down your sweet asshole, sucking and slurping lewdly at your tight pucker, tongue circling the tight ring.
you moan out, hand that isn’t in his hair flying to white knuckle the sheets, release coiling tighter and tighter in your lower belly, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as you pulse around nothing, his tongue focused on your pretty asshole. “jayj.. needa come… so- so bad…”
he licks back up to your dribbling cunt, punting his tongue in and out perfectly, movements designed to have you tumbling over the edge right when he wants you to, watching you as he thumbs at your clit, and you can feel him grin against your heat.
“yeah momma…?” he pants a little breathlessly, hair dishevelled, his entire face below his nose shiny with your slick, but he’s still grinning all smug like his sole purpose is to make you fail apart over and over again. “you got it… lookin’ all pretty like this- my pretty momma… you come as many times as you wanna okay..? just say the word, angel.. i got ya..”
when you come you tremble, pulsing around his relentless tongue, thighs cushioning his head and squeezing so tight you’re afraid you’re gonna break him, his tongue working hard and hungry to lap up every drop of your completion like it’s liquid gold, and when he’s done, crawls up your body and plants a sloppy kiss to your cheek, still slick with how worked up you’d gotten. when he pulls you back against his chest, rested against the headboard, spreading those pretty knees again for him, hand skimming down to part your chubby folds - you know you’re far from done.
