POWER OUTAGE
pairing: best friend!jj + leopard!reader
warnings: oral (f receiving), fingering, dirty talk, substance use (weed), sort of best friends to lovers??, lowkey romantic
word count: 1,766
author's note: i know i fell off the face of the earth but...heyyy y'all <3
the storm surging over the outer banks was nothing new. this place rained so often, a down pour seemed expected, especially after the last storm.
though, with the rain aggressively tapping at the windows of your home, this was the perfect time to light a blunt and relax in the living room. the soft smell of knitted blankets, heated air conditioning and cherry rolling papers filled with that green plant filled the air. not a shred of chaos could have interrupted this moment, not even when you heard the distant sound of a bike.
"who would be dumb enough to drive a bike in a storm?"
until it hit you. "there's no fuckin' way..."
heading to the front door, you pulled it open only to see a grinning jj hopping off his dirt bike and stepping onto your porch. "are you stupid jj? you coulda' damn crashed out here in this rain!"
"you worried about me pretty girl?"
"get your ass inside!"
he didn't hesitate to let you tug him indoors, your smaller hand tucked into his larger, calloused one. "you mad at me?"
you rolled your eyes, sitting him in a dining chair so you could grab him fresh clothes. he had always left his own things at your place, and of course you didn't mind—you liked having him there.
he called after you. "you givin' me the silent treatment?"
you returned with a pair of dry sweatpants, boxers, and a towel for him to dry off with. "no...i just don't like you putting yourself in harms way like that..."
he grinned softly. "don't get all stressed over me, i'm sorry for that."
"you better be..."
she turned, giving him the semi-privacy to change his bottoms, jj slipping out of the wet clothes behind her. he then stood shirtless in the bottoms she gave him.
he smirked. "you know i don't mind you lookin' right?"
"stop being nasty and sit down. you hungry?"
"we talkin' about food or..."
the look you gave him was deadpan, even with the small smirk twitching at your lips. "jj."
"alright! alright, yes. i'm hungry. it was storming and you know john b barely got anything at his place."
"why didn't you bring him?"
"when i could have you all to myself? please."
a grin twitched at your lips as you shook your head. "is cajun pasta fine?"
he groaned. "i might just marry you."
"shut up and roll a blunt, you know where my stuff is."
he stood, reaching for the pink box you kept on a shelf; full of rolling papers, bags of weed, your favorite bong and some other small things like lighters. though in the midst of rolling, he couldn't keep his eyes off you.
you stood at the stove, adding the sauce to the finished pasta noodles. your body glistened from the moisture of lotion and body oil, smelling like something out of a bakery. soft, black micro shorts sat low on your waist, not covering much ass, but just a little bit; paired with a cropped, black tank top and your hair loose, untamed. he shook his head, muttering under his breath. "jesus..."
your head whipped around to look at him, eyes narrowing. "what you say?"
"i said jesus. woman, you walk around half naked all the time and i'm still in awe."
"flattery won't get you everywhere..."
"we'll see about that..."
"yeah yeah, find a movie. food's done."
as you plated two separate plates of food, jj grazed through the same few netflix genres you two always enjoyed together.
"any suggestions pretty girl?"
"not sure, but i know we're not watching fast & furious again."
"hey, fast & furious is a classic!"
"and you wanna watch it every time you damn come over!"
"so, all the time?
"exactly. so no, pick somethin' else."
after awhile of searching, he settled on scary movie—a classic he knew you enjoyed due to your love of horror comedies. the two of you sat together, jj pulling you into his lap as you cuddled.
sure, anyone could say this was oddly close for two people that portrayed themselves as best friends around others, but you two were practically inseparable. the kind of best friends that instantly clicked and now did everything together; your partner in crime, or more so a soulmate.
the blunt he rolled passed between the two of you comfortably, your usual giggling and playful behavior building nothing but a hot tension that always burned when you two were this close. jj tickling you, pretending the constant grabbing at your thighs was more innocent than it really was. he'd give a soft hum of content whenever the energy cooled and you were drawing soft circles on his bare chest with the tip of your delicate fingers.
then, it happened, the lights flickered before shutting off completely. the movie had cut off about an hour in, and then it was clear the power had cut off due to the severity of hard pouring rain outside.
you groaned softly. "aw shit. power's out."
"you got flashlights?"
"shit, maybe. give me your phone light."
he handed over his phone, blunt still at his lips as it burned at the tip. your feet padded softly against the creaking wood floors of the home as you went to check the drawers in the kitchen. one barely working flashlight, the light on, but not as bright as it could be.
you went back to the living room, sitting the light face up on side table before climbing back onto the couch beside jj.
he shrugged. "well, what do we do now?"
"i don't damn know...i mean, i got cards, uno, a few board games..."
the permanent smirk on his face widened a bit. "or..."
you rose an eyebrow. "or?"
"or, you let me give you the best head you've ever experienced."
"jj! be serious!"
"you think i'm not serious? pretty girl, i will eat you out til' you're walking funny."
"best friends don't give each other oral sex," you rolled your eyes, but the smirk on your lips said you were more intrigued than annoyed.
"says who? don't tell me you're turning down free head?"
you stared at him intensely, eyes narrowed. then, you gave a soft sigh. "you're lucky i'm still trying to come down from this high..."
"hell, i am too. now lay back and let me feast."
you were mostly expecting him to get straight to it; what you didn't expect was for him to hover over you, pressing a soft, deep kiss to your lips. the kind of kiss that pooled a warm heat inside you, the feeling of butterflies circulating.
the two of you made out, tongues brushing against each other and soft moans spilling from your lips. his mouth trailed down your neck, sucking marks that would later bloom into deep purple flowers.
as he reached for the tank top you wore, his voice spoke soft and low. "is this okay baby?"
you gave a quick nod, the pussy between your thighs wet and aching for him. of course you'd always liked him more than the best friends you had called yourselves, but his carefulness made it so much more apparent. the way he moved gently instead of immediately taking what he had proposed in the first place. he carefully pulled the shirt over your torso, breasts falling softly from constriction.
he groaned. "fuck, you're beautiful. been dreamin' about this..."
your voice came out softer than you'd ever spoken before. "yeah?"
"all the damn time." soon, his lips closed around a hard nipple, sucking on it as one hand played with the other. he paid attention to the soft moans that spilled from your lips, sucking harder when he needed to and easing when it got overstimulating. his lips continued downward as he kissed a soft, wet trail down your stomach, one hand still gently kneading at a breast.
this level of intimacy put you at your most vulnerable, biting down on your bottom lip as you stared down at him; a wave of heat shooting through you when his blue eyes pierced back into yours, a blush spreading across your face.
god, you'd never felt like this before.
sure he'd held you at your waist many times before, pulled you in for hugs, protected you at every turn, but this feeling was something different.
his fingers eventually hooked into the shorts you wore, not needing to hook into the straps of a thong you sometimes wore; you weren't wearing anything underneath the shorts, bare cotton grazing the wetness of your folds.
he smirked subtly. "is this okay?"
"of course...i trust you."
jj didn't hesitate, pulling off the shorts as his mouth practically watered. without another word, his mouth met your dripping wet cunt, tonguing and suctioning your clit profusely.
soft gasps left your lips as your fingers gripped his hair. "s-shit, slow down..."
yet he didn't. he kept at it, eventually sliding two fingers inside of you and curving them just right as he kissed and sucked at your folds. "you're so fucking sweet baby..."
as you twitched, your moans filling the room, his fingers plunged deeper, in and out of you as fingered you. his fingers curved and grazed that perfect spot that had you exclaiming and arching off the sofa. "jesus fuck, jj...right there!"
"that's it? that's the spot angel?"
"y-yes, please don't stop..."
he dove right back in, chasing your orgasm. then, your legs almost stiffened, thighs shaking as you came hard. he licked you through it until you cried of overstimulation, weakly trying to push his head from between your thighs.
his fingers pulled away from your cunt, the two digits wet and creamy with your release, jj sucking it from his fingers like it was nothing. "best head ever right?"
you smirked, slapping his arm. "shut up, cocky asshole..."
a soft silence passed.
he looked over, eyes staring over you intensely, full of heat and want. "you know this changes things...right?"
"yeah, i do...but i'm not scared of this."
"thank fucking god, cause i can't let you go, and i won't mess this up."
"i know you won't j."
"good...you gonna return the favor or..."
you hit him with a throw pillow as the two of you laughed at each other. "wait a minute asshole, let me recover first."
he held his hands up in surrender, that same old cocky grin on his lips. "alright alright, just asking. just needed to confirm, cause i've been hard since i got here."
"of course you have..."
