sleep, princess. ☆⠀jj maybank
♡⃣you can't sleep because of your parents fighting. you crash at jj's house, but accidentally disturb his sleep when you move too much.
pairing ! :⠀fem!reader x bsfdealer!jj.
warnings ! :⠀smut. handjob. fingering. swearing. blowjob. cum in mouth. male masturbation. unprotected penetration. abusive household.
the shouting downstairs, the sound of glass breaking, doors slamming. and you can’t breathe when it gets like that, so you do what you always do. crawl out the window and ride your bike straight to the only place you ever feel safe.
it’s late, way past midnight, and your hands shake a little when you knock on his door. jj answers faster than you expect, blond hair messy, a beer bottle still in his hand.
and the second his eyes land on you, you watch him soften. your wet lashes, hoodie zipped but not all the way, and pajama shorts too small for this kind of night.
“hey, hey” his voice drops low, barely above the music coming from inside. “what happened?”
you don’t answer. you just grab him, arms around his waist and face buried in his chest. he smells like weed and saltwater and jj, and suddenly the knot in your throat burns.
“sorry” you mumble against him, rubbing your eyes like a kid. “i just— i couldn’t stay there tonight.”
but then you realize he isn’t alone. there are two guys slouched on the couch, baggies and lighters scattered across the table, smoke curling around their heads. they look at you the second you step inside, and it’s that slow head-to-toe look.
“yo, jj." one of them says, a smirk tugging at his mouth. “this your girl?”
“nah, man. just a friend.” jj’s arm tenses around you, shaking his head.
then he leans down, close enough that only you hear it. “go to my room, yeah? i’ll be there in a sec.”
and because it’s jj, because you trust him even when you shouldn’t, you nod. you walk past the guys with their heavy stares, and shut his bedroom door behind you.
by the time the front door slams and the voices fade, you’re already half-asleep on his bed. the mattress dips and you flinch, eyes snapping open, but it’s just him. his hand on your arm, his voice softer than when he talked to the guys.
“hey, it’s me. you’re good.”
you swallow hard, eyes burning all over again.
“they were so loud tonight, j. like… i thought…” your voice cracks, and you hate how small you sound.
jj doesn’t let you finish. he just pulls you against him, holds you like he’s done it a hundred times.
“who were those guys?” you ask after a moment, your voice muffled in his shirt. he hesitates, which is answer enough.
“just… some friends of barry’s.”
you pull back to look at him.
“don’t worry about it, alright? i got it handled.” he coughs, like he wants to bury the topic, then forces a grin. “so you crashing here tonight?”
“i don’t wanna go home.” you admit, fiddling with the edge of his sheet.
“your parents are gonna kill me if they find out you keep sneakin’ over here.”
you laugh, a little watery. “what, you kicking me out?”
“no.” his smile tilts, tired but real. “was actually planning on hooking up with some tourist later, but…” he shrugs, eyes meeting yours. “guess i’ll stay in instead.”
you roll your eyes.
“guess i’ll take the couch.” he mumbles after a while, already starting to sit up. you grab his arm before he can move.
“no. stay here.”
he quirks a brow, smirking a little.
“but you always move too much when you sleep.”
your eyes narrow, lips pressing into a thin line. “jj.”
he laughs at the look you give him, hands raised in mock surrender. “okay, okay. i’ll stay.”
he disappears into the bathroom, and you can hear the sound of water running, the scrape of his toothbrush against his teeth.
when he comes back, you’re already tucked on one side of his bed, blanket pulled to your chest, phone lighting up your face. missed calls and texts. you sigh, thumb locking the screen.
jj doesn’t say anything, just pulls his shirt over his head, tossing it somewhere on the floor before flicking off the light. he climbs in beside you, the mattress dipping under his weight.
“you know." he murmurs, voice teasing in the dark. “if your parents knew you were sleeping with me right now they’d actually kill me.”
you whip your head toward him, eyes wide even in the dark. “yeah. that sounded so bad.”
he chuckles, the sound low, warm. “i meant literally sleeping in my bed. not like that.”
your lips twitch, finally softening into a small smile. “goodnight, jj.”
“sweet dreams, princess.”
sleep comes easier than you thought it would, but the problem with jj being this close is that your body doesn’t care about boundaries, not even in dreams. you toss, you turn, and eventually your back ends up pressed flush against him. your ass nudges against his hip, his thigh, making him cling to the very edge of the mattress just to keep from touching you too much.
he’s dead asleep at first, but then—friction.
so slight he almost thinks he’s imagining it, until you shift again in your sleep, pushing back into him without meaning to. he groans softly, the sound slipping out before he can stop it. his eyes blink open, hazy from sleep, and he realizes he’s already half hard, straining against his shorts.
“god no." he breathes under his breath, forehead pressing to the pillow. he pokes your arm gently, whispering. “hey… hey, wake up.”
you only stir, mumbling something incoherent, moving just enough to roll a little closer to the middle of the bed. it gives him space, takes away the pressure, and he exhales a shaky sigh of relief.
but then he misses it. the warmth, the contact.
he stares at the ceiling, wide awake now. his hand drags over his face, debating and fighting himself. then slowly, almost helplessly, he inches closer again.
your back fits against his chest like it belongs there, and his hips brush yours all over again. his breath shudders out of him, because god, he’s so touch-starved it hurts.
jj tries to be good. really, he does. he tells himself it’s just your body shifting in your sleep, just an accident. but then you press into him again.
he grinds, just once, slow, and his eyes flutter shut because it feels so fucking good. the ache low in his stomach spikes, and before he knows it, he’s rolling onto his back, one arm thrown over his face like maybe that’ll stop him from completely losing it.
he shouldn’t, he knows he shouldn’t. he should get up, sneak to the bathroom, lock the door and take care of it there. but then his gaze drags to you.
you're curled on your side, lips parted, those tiny shorts riding up your thighs. and his self-control slips through his fingers.
his hand presses against his cock through his shorts, the friction making him groan softly, head tipping back into the pillow. it’s too much, too good, and he can’t stop.
“fuck.” he breathes, hips lifting into his palm, desperate for more relief.
he shoves his shorts down just enough, wraps his hand around himself, and the first stroke makes his whole body shiver. he moves faster than he means to, hand slick, hips rolling up into it, and the little grunts spilling from his throat are getting louder, enough to cut through the quiet.
the bed shifts under his movements, the mattress dipping and creaking softly. you stir. a sleepy little whimper slips from your lips, and jj freezes, panic flooding him instantly.
your lashes flutter, eyes heavy as you shift, searching for him even half-asleep. your leg drapes lazily across his thigh, holding him in place.
jj curses under his breath, his hand stills, cock throbbing painfully in his grip.
“don’t—” he whispers, voice hoarse, leaning close to you. “go back to sleep, princess. please.”
his heart hammers so loud he swears you can hear it. he’s cursing himself silently, because what the fuck is he doing? touching himself next to you, like some perverted dude.
he drags his palm over his face, chest rising and falling hard. he should stop. he should definitely stop. but then his hand shifts lower, brushing over your bare thigh. just barely like he can’t resist.
you twitch under his touch, a sleepy little hum leaving your throat.
“jj?" your voice is raspy and soft, like it always gets when you first wake up.
he freezes, but his hand doesn’t move away.
your eyes flutter open slowly, hazy from sleep, finding him beside you.
the sight makes your stomach twist—his flushed face, his hand still at his cock, his lips parted, guilty and needy all at once.
your voice is small, confused. “are you…?”
he squeezes his eyes shut. “shit.”
you push yourself up fast, heart pounding, staring at him. his hair a mess, chest heaving, pupils blown wide, his hand falling away like he’s ashamed.
“sorry." he mutters, voice rough. “fuck, i’m sorry, i didn’t—”
but the words die when your hand slides over his stomach, then lower, wrapping around him where he’s still hard, slick and heavy in your palm.
jj chokes on his breath, eyes darting to yours. but he doesn’t say anything. he can’t.
you stroke him slowly, watching his face.
“you... you like this?” your voice barely above a whisper.
his throat bobs, lips parting, and all he can do is nod.
the heat between you two is too thick to breathe in. you can’t help it. you unzip your hoodie, letting it fall open, your bra the only thing covering you underneath. jj’s eyes flick down, then back up to your face, like he doesn’t dare ask for more. like he’s scared the second he does you’ll pull away. so he just lets it happen.
you crawl lower, in between his thighs, and he doesn’t move. doesn’t even breathe, until your mouth replaces your hand, warm and wet around his cock.
jj groans, his head tipping back, fist clenching tight in the sheets. “jesus christ—”
you take your time, feeling him twitch on your tongue. his hips lift without him meaning to, fucking into your mouth like he can’t control it.
he’s close fast, way too fast.
“wait—, wait, you gotta stop, i’m gonna—”
but you don’t. you keep going, swallowing every sound he makes until he breaks apart with a strangled groan, finishing in your mouth, his whole body shuddering.
you lift your head slowly, wiping your lips, your chest rising and falling hard. jj’s hand shoots out, grabbing the front of your hoodie, dragging you up to him.
he kisses you rough, desperate, tasting himself on your tongue, groaning into your mouth as you swallow together.
when you finally break apart, both of you breathing heavy, you just stare at him.
“what the fuck was that, jj?” your voice is shaky. “why the hell were you jerking off right next to me?”
jj scrubs a hand over his face, still catching his breath, chest rising and falling hard.
“i didn’t— fuck, i didn’t mean to, alright?” his voice is low, defensive, like he’s trying to convince himself. “i just got horny, and you were right there, and—”
he shakes his head, teeth gritting, then shoots you a look. “but— huh? you are the one that just gave me head!"
you can’t answer. your lips part, your throat dry, but nothing comes out. you roll your eyes instead, huffing, and flop onto your side with your back to him.
“whatever, jj.”
he stares at you in the dim light. the room goes quiet for a beat. then suddenly he’s moving. the blanket yanks down, his hand curling around the waistband of your tiny shorts, tugging them down in one swift.
“what— the fuck are you doing?” you snap, twisting to look at him.
but his gaze drops instantly, and his breath catches. you’re wet. soaked, actually, the thin fabric of your panties sticking to you.
“so mad and for what.” his lips curl into a grin, low and smug. you whine, covering your face with your hands.
“you’re so annoying.”
he laughs, leaning over you, one hand sliding over your bare hip while the other palms your ass. “annoying, huh?”
his hand slips between your thighs, fingers brushing against your damp panties, and you jolt, a soft sound escaping your throat before you can stop it.
“doesn’t sound like i’m that annoying.” his voice is cocky.
you don’t push him away when he’s groping you, not when his fingers tease the fabric clinging to your folds. you’re letting him.
jj’s smirk deepens when you don’t stop him. your thighs shift, but not to push him away—just restless, nervous, like you don’t know what to do with yourself.
“mhm. i did that.” he mutters, dragging his fingers slowly over the damp spot on your panties. the sound you make when he presses down has his cock twitching all over again. “acting all pissed at me, but you’re pussy's soaked.”
“shut up.” you whine, face burning.
he chuckles, low and dirty, before tugging your shorts the rest of the way down. he tosses them off the bed, then hooks his fingers into your panties too.
“maybank—” you start, but it comes out more like a gasp when he pulls them aside, finally seeing you bare in the moonlight.
you squirm, but his hand is already there, fingers slipping between your folds, gathering your wetness. the first drag of his fingertip against your clit makes your hips jerk.
“oh my god—” you breathe, nails digging into the sheets.
he circles your clit lazily, watching the way you twitch under his touch. he pushes a finger into you without warning, making you arch. your walls clutch around him immediately. he groans, pumping it in and out.
“shit, princess, you’re choking my finger.”
"i mean— you do have big fingers..." you hide your face in the pillow, whining.
but his free hand tugs your hair just enough to tilt your head back so he can see your expression. he adds another finger, stretching you, curling them just right until your moans turn higher.
“nah. don’t hide from me.”
his thumb brushes your clit, and you’re a mess already, hips rocking into his hand.
“wait— jj, j—”
he grins against your ear. “feeling good?”
you nod desperately, and that’s all it takes for him to pull his fingers out, leaving you clenching around nothing.
“relax. you'll like this.” he says, sliding down the bed.
before you can argue, his tongue is flat against your folds, groaning like he’s starved.
“holy shit.” he mumbles against you, licking a long stripe up your pussy before wrapping his lips around your clit.
your hand flies to his hair, tugging, thighs trembling as he eats you out like he’s been waiting his whole life for this. every flick of his tongue, every suck, drags you closer, and when he slides those fingers back inside while sucking your clit—you come hard.
a strangled cry leaving your throat as your hips grind against his mouth. jj moans into you, drinking it.
“you taste even better than i imagined.”
you’re still panting when he crawls back up, hovering over you. his shorts are already halfway down his hips, his cock heavy and hard, pressing against your thigh.
“so... do you want my cock inside your pussy? hm?" he says, voice rough, though his eyes already know you want it.
you grab his shoulders, pulling him down. “yeah just—fuck me, jj.”
that’s all he needs to line himself up, pushes in slowly, and both of you gasp at the stretch.
“jesus—” he groans, dropping his forehead to yours. “why are you this thight?”
“jj, can you just— move.”
he bottoms out, giving you a second to adjust before pulling back and snapping his hips forward again. the bed creaks, the air filling with the sound of skin slapping, his groans mixing with your moans.
“you feel—fuck—so good.” jj grits out, his pace quickening.
your nails dig into his back, your body arching into his as he pounds into you, hitting deep with every thrust.
“mhm!— faster!— jj i’m—”
he growls against your neck, his thrusts growing rougher, more desperate.
your climax crashes over you, clenching around him so tight it drags a strangled curse from his throat. he buries himself deep, grinding against you as you pulse around him.
“fuckfuckfuck—” he groans, spilling inside you, hips stuttering.
both of you collapse into the sheets, breathless, sweaty, tangled together in the dark.
for a long moment, it’s silent except for your ragged breathing. then you finally whisper, half-teasing and half-serious.
“you’re still an asshole for jerking off next to me.”
jj just laughs, pressing a lazy kiss to your shoulder. “yeah, but you liked it.”
