Banana Pancakes - J.m.

banana pancakes - j.m.

word count: 2,347

summary: soft slow morning sex with JJ.

warnings: smut under the cut, minors dni!!! really soft fluffy smut, very slight dacryphilia (literally just mentioned in dialogue)

a/n: would have never guessed that outer banks would be the hyperfixation to pull me out of my smut writing block but here we are!!! likes, comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated!!

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same same same, british men are so sexy i cannot deal.

just saw the little mermaid ,,, fantasizing abt being erics little wife

evermore (cleo’s version)

jj fucking reader on his motorcycle😵‍💫

it’s so messy. your juices and jj’s mixing on the seat of his motorcycle as he fucks you silly, forcing you into your second orgasm. he’s standing in front of you. your legs are wrapped around his neck, allowing him better access. the sounds coming out of you are pornographic. his motorcycle is parked outside of the chateau and all of your friends are sleeping inside. jj’s fingertips dig into your thighs. “just like that, princess.” he leans forward and sucks a spot on your neck just below your jaw, while still fucking his body into yours. “you like that? huh? lemme see that pretty face. open those pretty little eyes.” his words only half register in your mind, the only thing you can pay attention to being how good he’s making you feel. you shake your head. tears threaten to spill out of your tightly shut eyes. “come on, baby. don’t give me no tears. too pretty to cry.” you attempt to open your eyes, tears clouding your vision. “there we go, pretty baby” jj smirks at the dumb state he put you in. shaking his head. he speeds up his already rapid pace, rolling his hips to hit the right spots. “j, almost there” your words come out strained. the fuzzy feeling in your tummy keeping your mind focused only on the pleasure. “cum for me, baby. lemme feel it.” he moves one of his hands from your thighs to your clit. his fingers rub it in circles aggressively. instinctively, you arch your back. but jj puts his hand on your tummy to hold you down. his touch sends sparks through your body. you could feel yourself reaching your peak. “jj, kiss me,” you pant. he leans down again to press his mouth against yours. your tongues move together. jj swallows a moan from your mouth as you cum, dragging his name out. you pull him closer to you by the nape of his neck. he holds you still while he fucks you, reaching his orgasm. he groans into your mouth, tight grip on your hair. his hot, white juices spurting into you, blending with your own. a fucking mess. all over the two of you. all over his motorcycle. you’re catching your breath. you don’t even notice jj moving to kneel in front of you until you feel his tongue licking a stripe from your hole to your clit. if it weren’t for him holding you still, you would’ve fell off of the bike from the way your body jerked. “relax, baby. just cleaning you up,” he whispers against your pussy, causing you to shiver. “wanna taste?” he asks. you nod, looking into his eyes. god, you’d never get over those. he moves a hand to grab your hair so that he could kiss you again. his tongue makes contact with yours, combining your liquids once again. the sensual act makes you whine. “shit, you gotta control those sounds of yours, baby. makin’ me wanna go again.” jj rasps. you can only let out a breathy laugh, eyes still shut. “you okay, mama?” he picks you up into his muscular arms, your legs wrapping around his torso as he pulls his large tshirt back down your head. “let’s get you inside, okay?” the two of you head back into the chateau, leaving the mess on the motorcycle for jj to deal with the next day.

reposting in season 17 when they finally hook up