thinking about bittersweet comfort sex with !trap/drugdealer!jj before he’s dragged away to jail…
jj knew it was over for him.
the minute he caught glance of the camera, just tucked away, recording him beat someone and then shoot him, jj knew he was fucked.
there was no point in fighting it, he knew it wasn’t going to be a fight he’d win when those sirens would sound.
so he told you — told you in one big word vomit, blood still on his hands, that he’s in trouble.
big trouble.
he doesn’t have a lot time before they came, and he just wanted to be with you before he got dragged away in cuffs.
or a bag.
so you stayed with him.
real close.
from a tense conversation, a bittersweet sentiment, to you led on your back, his fingers slowly curling in and out of you as you cried.
your hands were shaking, holding onto his shoulders for dear life, afraid to let him slip away.
he didn’t take his eyes off you, memorising every damn detail etched across your skin, to the way your face fell in pleasure, eyes fluttering and cheeks wet.
he wanted it all committed to his brain, to hold him through the god knows how much time in a cell.
“i know, i know. shh.” he cooed, kissing your cheeks with sickening tenderness, kissing the tears away like it would heal your pain.
his fingers curled upward, expertly trained, making you cry out and grab his arm. but you weren’t pushing him away — not even pulling him closer.
just holding him.
making sure he was still here.
“‘m here, baby.” he whispered against the crown of your head, — reading your mind — peppering kisses before his free hand enveloped yours in a warm, tight hold.
you both squeezed.
you both squeezed hard.
you looked up at him with wet lashes, moans and cries filling the air as bittersweet pleasure coiled in your stomach.
it was warm.
it was empty.
it felt so, so good.
it hurt so, so bad.
you held on tighter, crying as you pushed your hips a little to match his movements.
“please — jj, please.” you begged, pleading with him, but you both know it wasn’t to cum.
it was to stay.
“yr’good, girl. c’mon mama, let it out.” he coaxed, curling his fingers as the impending doom grew in his chest, as his stomach fluttered.
it crashed over you in hot waves of emotion, the pleasure lingering before being broken with a sob from your throat as sirens rolled through from the distant.
a lot of them.
jj’s eyes squeezed shut as he worked you through the orgasm, forehead sliding to yours as his hurt eyes, held your fearful ones.
“pl–please— please don’t leave—“
he sighed.
pressed his lips firmly to your forehead.
“I don’t want to.”
