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thepinkprincesss · 3 months ago

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reader who's having such a bad day and just needing jj, and then he comes in through her window and completely babies her

you were genuinely having a bad day. first, you'd been ditched by kiara after your agreement of taking a day to yourselves to get a manicure. secondly jj— your boyfriend made it clear you weren't his first priority, well he didn't technically say it that way but he didn't have to say it, thirdly— all your friends were stuck on an old tale that promised gold and now all that mattered to them was that, before you could even grasp the hangouts where you all enjoyed each others presence or the random adventures vanished in the blink of an eye. fourthly— all the people whom you desired to spend the day with were focused on gold and were neglecting you like some runt of the litter.

you were originally invited to tag along in their little treasure hunt but you'd passed on it, the beaming sun and knowing they'd be using the twinkie for transportation is what sealed the deal with your final answer. you weren't going to be in the back of the twinkie with sticky skin and a horrible attitude— the outcome of that would be an outburst, yes you wanted some attention but not that kind of attention where the pogues acted and felt like they were walking on egg shells around you.

and fifthly, all that lead you to be in a crybaby mood— you'd been ditched by kiara, ditched by your own boyfriend, tossed to the side like one of the randoms at school who sit at a table full of people who think their irrelevant and just nod whenever they add their two-cents in.

you'd been in bed mostly struggling to nap, either the sun kept shimmering in your eyes or you just couldn't get into a curled up position where you were comfortable— usually you'd rely on the youtube lullabies or your boyfriend to doze off but you had neither.

you rubbed your eyes, sitting up into a sleepy position as you listened to the small repeated pattern of knocking once more before opening the window. “jj, what are you doing here?” you yawned, your eyes barely able to adjust to the light from outside flooded into the room. he chuckled from outside, that lopsided smile pulling at his lips as he looked at your tired form. “aw, did i wake you up, baby?” he coos, placing his hands on the windowsill as he leans against them, the muscles in his arms flexing.

you weren't in a mood for fun and jokes— if that weren't evident on your face you didn't know what would give jj to get the hint. your pout that pulled at the side of your lips made you feel like the forgotten child left behind at home while the rest of the family went out and now watching them return.

you'd stepped aside to allow him to climb through, your expression anything but inviting. he climbed inside, his large frame easily maneuvering through the window as he stepped into your bedroom. he took a second to look around, as if he’d never seen your bedroom before, before his eyes fall back onto you. he could feel the lack of enthusiasm radiating off you but he chose to ignore it, instead he walks over to you, placing his hands on your waist and pulling you into him. “hey princess, you alright?” he inquired, knowing exactly what it was but pretending not to.

"m'fine. just sleepy." you blankly stated, not making any effort to wrap your arms around him. you'd never realized this before— but as you inspected jj in your bedroom he appeared a lot bigger, maybe it was just his height placed in an awkward place but he'd look mesmerizing now. you had been accustomed to him comfortably shirtless in your princess bed as he tilted it, beating on your favorite plushies because he considered them competition for getting free access to you naked.

he looked down at you, his eyebrow raising with a sceptical look — you’d hardly even given him a greeting, and you were refusing to touch him. “c’mon, gimme sum love.” he pouted, gripping your waist a little tighter and pulling you even closer to him, his chest now pressed flush against yours. he moved his hand up, tilting your chin to force you to look at him as he watched your expression change at the sudden movement.

you just relaxed back into him without saying a word, nodding as you let your fingers curl back into his neck, aware that if you looked at him that the waterworks would make their entrance to your eyelids. you weren't sad, just pent up frustration— this type of situation only began to occur and you weren't sure if it kept continuing you could put up with it. yes, you can't cope without being near your man at least for an hour, you couldn't handle not being able to rest skin-to-skin with him in your pretty little princess bed every afternoon, gold could never compare to that. at least in your opinion.

he softened at your vulnerable state, knowing there was more to it than just a bad day. you usually weren’t so cold with him, you were a very touchy-feely person who demanded his attention so something was definitely going on — and you weren’t telling him what. he sighed softly, moving both his arms round your waist as he began to lightly sway your bodies from side to side in an attempt to soothe you. “c’mon, chocha, talk to me.” he murmurs against your hairline and giving your ass a pat.

still although the blonde was visibly aware of your irritation he continued on— and you couldn't keep the words locked up anymore, your shoulders immediately slumped and your bottled up frustration was bound to come out anyway, you detached yourself from the little den you'd created and prepared for your teeny outburst. "first off, i love you but you can't think shit will be sweet between us after you ditch me, second off, your lucky i don't slap the shit out of you for ditching me." you sniffle, wiping your eyes from the small amount of tears escaping your eyes.

he blinks, taken aback by your sudden burst of anger and confusion. he knows he upset you, sure, but he hadn’t realised you were upset enough to the point where you were snapping at him. “mama, i told you, i had to go. the gold — it’s real, we ain’t jus’ playin’ around here —” “yeah, and what about me, huh? you’re just gonna leave me all alone and go searching for gold?” he’s never heard you sound so pissed before, it kinda makes his heart ache. he’s definitely in unfamiliar territory when you snap at him, and he’s completely unsure of what’s going on in your head right now, but maybe even he can see where you’re coming from. he’s just… kinda ignoring it.

“well, yeah..” he retorts. “c’mon, baby, don’t be like that.” he doesn’t mean to, but he presses your back against your bed — his arms on either side of your head trapping you in, as he leans down forcing your eye contact, that usual cocky smirk now replaced with a frown. “you ain’t gonna keep your attitude with me, now, you hear me?” his voice was demanding, as his face was now only a few inches from yours.

you tried to push his biceps away but to no avail as he easily pulled you back in, you batted your eyelashes with attitude as the nonstop insults kept coming— giving him gentle shoves as you kept your hands solely by your sides and still struggled to get lose, he began using his larger body to his advantage to pull you closer — he knew you weren’t actually going to hurt him. “you’re mad at me for going with my friends? don’t be like that.” he murmurs, looking down at you. he was trying to use the soft tone that usually worked on you but something was telling him your anger wasn’t going to subside so easily.

"yeah well are your friends going to let them fuck you, are your friends going to suck your dick for you anytime you ask?"

that was the last straw for him. he’d been patient with you, taking in all you've had to say, considering it although he'd snap back but you’ve pushed it too far now. it's his turn to snap now, his hand moving from your waist to grip your chin roughly — forcing you to look at him. “shut up.” he warns, his voice now completely lacking that soft, playful tone.

your eyes widen and your quick to close your mouth, your breath catching in your throat and coming out in a little gasp as he roughly handles your face, forcing you to look at him and the suddenly cold and sharp tone was enough to have you stop dead in your bratty tracks. he leans down, his breath hot against your cheeks as he looks you dead in the eyes. “you don’t get to talk to me that way, you got that?” he spoke lowly, his face inches from yours.

the boldness you had a second ago disappeared just as you'd been pinned on your pretty princess bed, feeling intimidated and now severely little and small beneath your boyfriend on top of you— your face flushed pink due to the amount of embarrassment, feeling like a little girl being called out for her manipulation. you couldn't hold back the way your eyes grew glossy, how your dainty fists clutched together and your makeup crinkled as you furrowed your brows— you nodded repeatedly as if a pattern, making an effort to keep your eyes shut.

he noticed your body language as you squirmed underneath him — you always had a habit of acting so big and strong but crumbling as soon as he got you where he wanted. he couldn’t help but scoff as he noticed your reaction to him — it was pathetic really, the way you always seemed to crumble so easily for him. he shifted, his weight now completely pinning your body to the bed, his knees keeping your legs open on either side of him. “look at me.” he says. it was more of a command than anything.

you were quick to comply with what he asked, repointing your focus back to him as your eyelashes fluttered once opened— you couldn't help but turn your central focus on some object sitting on your shelf that suddenly became intriguing to you— in reality all you wanted was a distraction from looking at the blonde, but your eyes draw back to him.

he watched intently as your eyes darted around the room, refusing to look at him, before eventually landing on him just as he’d asked. “there we go…” he murmurs, taking his time to inspect your face. he notices how the makeup you’d applied that morning was now starting to smudge, he didn’t mind, he even found it a little endearing, and he leans his face down to brush his nose against your cheek.

he could see the desperation in your eyes, and he could also hear the pleading tone underneath all the insults you threw at him, begging him to just pay attention to you. he inhaled, trying to resist the overwhelming urge to kiss you senseless.

you leaned into his touch, after all that's all you were longing for today other than your manicure with kiara— you allowed your hands to wander around his clothed back and back into his sandy messy hair, softly humming a soothing a scattered rhythm you'd had laying around in your head all day.

he couldn't help but soften as your soft hums filled the silence around you, your fingers threading through his hair and massaging his scalp. he relaxed his shoulders, closing his eyes as he exhaled. he was so tired of holding himself back. you were just too hard to resist. his hands moved from your chin, sliding down to grab your thighs instead.

you tugged at his t-shirt and jeans, if you were going to end up napping then it was usually skin-to-skin— you can't refer to a time where sleeping skin-to-skin didn't occur, you'd already been in the right choice of clothing ( a simple tank top with a pair of panties )

he let out a low chuckle, getting the gist of what you were implying. he moved, pulling away from you for a moment to discard of his t-shirt and jeans, leaving him in boxers. of course, you’d always preferred to sleep with as little clothing as possible, and he couldn’t lie, he’d gotten so used to it it did feel weird sleeping any other way. this time, he'd been on bottom as you laid on top of him—

the heat of his bare skin against yours couldn't be anymore soothing to have you both dozing off. now, you were able to finally get that ounce of sleep you needed— with the just right position and the angle perfect, the cushion of your man's chest was just all right.

this is all you needed, you and your man sleeping soundly in your pretty pink princess bed.

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thepinkprincesss · 4 months ago

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it'd started when you entered middle school, being an early bloomer n'all you had what most girls didn't— boobs and an ass. you’d been cautious since then, especially once the attention of guys in your grade began to grow, and so had the teasing. but that doesn't mean you wanted them. the baggy clothes you wore to cover up yourself represented that— you didn't fit the shoes of someone who took pride in showing themselves off.

your whole life you'd been celibate, at least that's what you've told everyone your whole life.

you’d grown to dread the look in their eyes, how they looked you up and down but especially when they’d let their gaze linger on your chest and ass before looking back up to your face. it made you feel objectified, no less of a person and just a pretty doll to take their lust out on, nothing more than their own personal toy.

that was till you met jj.

you’d seen him around the island in a faded black hoodie always wearing that stupid cap and a joint perched between his lips, all you knew of him was that he was blunt, a smartass who wouldn’t sugarcoat anything to save your feelings— he spoke to people like an equal — and it intrigued you. safe to say that year in ninth grade you made it your personal mission to get to know him, although you'd went to elementary and middle school, you never really got to know him.

you'd expected nonetheless for him to be alike to all the others boys in your grade, but with jj it was different, something about him felt so real to you. he was attractive, and not in that pretty boy look-at-me kind of way that the boys were; with his messy unkempt hair, that you assumed he'd cut himself— the permanent scowl on his face and the scruff on his chin like he never bothered putting effort into his appearance.

you’d never thought you’d even find yourself being with him, at first it was just because he was the one guy who caused trouble any chance he got, looking like the typical bad boy that every parent warns their child about, and that you should definitely steer clear of. he certainly did catch your eye, though. every time he’d be sitting on his own outside smoking, his hands fiddling with the lighter, you’d find your eyes drifting towards him during lunch, only to snap yourself out of it.

your sucked back into reality by jj, he’s kissing against the sensitive skin of your neck before his lips move higher to your ear, nipping at your lobe before letting go to speak, that voice of his all sultry and deep sending chills to your stomach. he's applying sloppy kisses to your cheek now, the sweat created within the two of you becoming slippery and it's a struggle to keep close.

you’re on your back, legs wrapped like a bow around jj's waist as he works to satisfy you— his hair is getting longer and messy, strands sticking together from the sweat and it’s hanging over his face, the ends tickling over yours whenever it gets close enough and it’s absolutely wrecking your brain and you can’t get enough of it; the sight and the touch, his face, all of it.

you can't keep the moans contained much longer— it all becomes to much. he’s pressing his thumb onto your bottom lip to stop your moans from getting too loud. “shh, shh..” he mumbles, and you’re trying your best to hold them back but you can’t really help it when everything feels like that and it’s so hard to keep quiet. “you gotta stay quiet.” his voice is so gentle, and you manage a whimper as you nod, feeling him smile against your skin.

“mnghh. oh — oh fuuucck, right —” the way he’d groan low like that, the sound coming from deep within his chest — like he was in need, like you somehow felt too good to handle. both his hands were gripping the underside of your thighs, anchoring you to him, keeping you close, keeping you in place. you’re panting heavily, mouth open in ecstasy as you whine out his name — it was embarrassing, it made you feel so vulnerable in his arms. you’re desperate — for release, for him, you’re squeezing around him.

you look like you’re in bliss, head dropped back in ecstasy, letting loose all the sinful moans that you know drive him absolutely feral. his fingers grip the undersides of your thighs, holding you down on the pillow while his mouth sucks and bites at the skin of your neck, teeth leaving behind an imprint of his possession. the sounds of your whines and whimpers bouncing off the walls, adding fuel to the fire that’s burning away deep inside him that drives him forwards, craving your pleas and gasps as they spill out through your perfect pink lips.

he’s swearing, breath coming out in huffs, eyes almost screwed shut — as though taking in every last single feeling, and he’s looking down at you, looking at the way you’re writhing under him — mouth hanging open in a constant string of moans, eyes glossy, hair messy and sticking to your forehead.

he thinks to himself that you look almost pornographic, the thought makes you suddenly feel so exposed, he’s looking at you with such adoration, and his pace is steady but firm — but you feel so bare under him, it’s starting to become a little overwhelming — almost too good, too intimate — overstimulating. it’s too much, and you suddenly start to squirm, as if trying to get away almost — but you don’t go far. he’s too in-control — he always is — even in such intense circumstances, he holds you in place, keeping you on his bed as he murmurs lowly, keeping his voice even and smooth. ”c’mon, don’t start doing that now. be a good girl." he coaches you, giving you a rough pat to your side.

the praise alone nearly makes you start to whine again, his voice is commanding you, soothing you, it’s sending heat through you straight to your core — and it’s only then that he notices your trembling. "jayj! it's— too much!" your legs struggling against him, nails digging into his scalp and back, squirming all around like a cat getting a bath.

”oh, baby..” a pause. he starts to speak, the tone more loving than before. “is it too much, honey?” he lets his voice go soft as he asks tenderly, and you’re suddenly feeling so spoiled by him, feeling so loved and full, he lets go of one of your thighs to check on you.

you feel sensitive, overwhelmed. a little shaken up if you were to be honest, but with the way he was treating you like fine china in this moment, you were beginning to feel better. it was hard to form any words, you’re trying to even your breathing, hands coming to rest on his shoulders — you’re holding on to him, needing to feel his strength as you calm yourself down. you just needed him, always did. you nodded sweetly, flashing him a cheeky reassuring smile— "uh-huh jayj m' okay!"

his eyes almost gleam when he sees that beautiful smile of yours, and he’s letting out a slow exhale as he takes in your blissed out expression, taking in everything there is to see — he’s starting to calm down too, feeling satisfied, but it all comes to a stop as he hears the tone of your voice. "you’re such a good girl, you know that?” he murmurs, and you feel so safe in his arms, feeling like his own personal teddy bear in the moment — something to keep close, to adore.

as it’s your first time, it was expected to be overwhelming — you’d never felt so full in your life — so vulnerable. his touch was so gentle as he kept going, making sure you were okay. it’s intense, but his constant caresses and praises keep you calm and reassured. it’s a lot but it’s good and there was no one you’d rather be with to take that first step. "i love you."

“god, you’re a lil angel, ain’t you.” he murmurs, his tone all velvety, you think you would’ve melted right then and there if you weren’t already a puddle under him. he takes your hands from his shoulders and pins them back next to your head now, using his hands as leverage to hold you down and keep you in place.

it’s only a month into your weird situationship and he’s got you completely entranced — and he can see that. you like to pretend you’re not clingy, that you weren’t absolutely enamoured with him, the pining look in your eyes betrayed you. he’s never been the “exclusive” type but having you constantly coming around and begging for his attention all the time was starting to warm his heart, in a way that he wasn’t used to. it felt nice.

you bat your eyelashes at him, taking his time and being patient with you, making sure everything is perfect and you feel good— even made sure you felt comfortable on your back, propped up stuffed animals although that's bare minimum, you still appreciated the effort he put into your first experience, it turns you on more then ever, you know he's ticking not to go rough on you. "y'could go rough y'know."

he’s scoffing, shaking his head a bit, his hands are rubbing your wrists now — rubbing light soothing circles on the sensitive skin. “don’t be ridiculous, sweetheart, i don’t wantcha hurtin’ yourself.” he speaks softly, keeping his tone gentle and light. protective almost, like you were a delicate little bird he didn’t dare scare away.

“please.” you murmur, voice pleading, hands clawing into his shoulders. “just a lil harder? i want it, i can handle it.” he bites his tongue, jaw muscles clenching — he hesitates just for a moment, eyes flicking between you and the headboard as he weighs up his options. he knows if he does what you ask it’s over for him, all his self-control is gone when you’ve got him so soft.

“you don’t know what you’re on about. just — just trust me, okay? i’m not gonna hurt you. i need you to trust me.” his hands are rubbing your thighs again, trying to soothe you before his tone turns almost stern. "y-yes, i trust you. just..” you pause for a moment, taking in his intense gaze, his hands still resting on your thighs, holding you on the bed as he looks down at you, struggling to defend your own honor.

“ “please? i can take it. i just —” you began to ramble, noticing when j went silent you cut yourself off, suddenly embarrassed, suddenly feeling so small under his gaze.

’m i understood?” he looks at you pointedly, waiting for an answer. he can be so authoritative sometimes, it’s a bit surprising when he's the goofy one in the relationship.

you want to argue with him on it but you can't bring yourself to do so, he's still inside you after all and you can feel his movement even if it's fatal. but it does things to you, you can’t lie, making you feel all warm and fuzzy. it makes it hard to argue back at him, especially in this vulnerable position — he still hasn’t broken eye contact with you, waiting with that firm look on his face for your response. for the little time he knows you, he grew to adapt to the fact that your silence speaks louder than your words.

it’s only a few moments but it feels like forever before he looks away, sighing out as he turns his head, breaking the intense eye contact. he’s still continuing his gentle ministrations as he starts to speak again. “i’m just looking out for you, okay? you’re new t’this and i don’t want things getting any rougher than the basics for your first time, yeah?”

just as your about to let it go, forget it and confide into him— your hit with something you can't find to put into words. it happened accidentally because the position you were in began to cause an ache in your back, you shifted more frontal up and back to fast. it all happened so fast, your head goes fuzzy from the unexpected feeling. it’s like electricity is coursing through your spine, heat and pleasure spreading through every nerve in your body. “oh — oh! fu-” it’s so intense and a part of you wants more, but another part of you panics at just how good it felt, it feels like too much but yet you find yourself clenching tighter around him as he keeps you pinned, like your body is betraying you to feel more of that feeling.

she’s completely embarrassed, feeling so flustered at the loud moan that escaped her. it didn’t make it any better with the way he grinned a smug smug grin that made his handsome features all the more striking. it’s almost condescending when he speaks again, tone cocky. “aww, my baby got her first milestone, squirting!” he says in a voice that should be used for a school graduation, but instead it's for you, because you had an orgasm.

it makes her heart pound, even more so when he brings one of his hands up to her face again to caress her cheek in a reassuring motion. “i was only teasin’ yuh, darlin’.” he chuckles lightly, “you’re doin’ just fine, okay? you’ll know what y’can take and what you can’t, all you needa do it tell me.” his voice is caring, and gentle. he was always so caring of her, always so gentle, so tender like she was fine crystal and he didn’t want to break her.

before you could even acknowledge what had happened, he’s already pulling out, sitting back down against the headboard of the bed before you lay against him. he pulls the blankets up around you, wrapping an arm around your bare shoulders and pulling you close. “did so good, honey..” he murmurs as he runs his fingers through your hair tenderly, you can feel the rumble in his chest against your ear, his low voice soothing.

you just smile, accepting the praise and his love— a little irritated that your left to wipe up the liquid you'd oozed out, still a little surprised all that came out of something so— little.

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