It all starts when he wakes up. You’re still asleep, nuzzled against him, drooling onto his shoulder. Your soft, fluffy tail is wrapped around his leg, almost like it’s making sure that he won’t leave. Your hands—or paws, as Noah affectionately calls them—are moving slightly, making biscuits in midair. It’s clear that you’re in the middle of a dream, still unconscious and snoozing.

It’s an adorable sight. 

There’s nothing more that he’d like to do than stay in bed with you, however, he very badly needs to go pee. His heart breaks a little bit at the thought of having to get up. Gently, he moves your head from his shoulder, slowly sliding it onto the pillow. You let out a quiet whine at the loss of touch. Noah pauses, waiting to see if he’s woken you up, but you go back to snoring softly.

He slowly pushes your body off of his until you’re lying on the mattress. He tucks the duvet around you, making sure that you stay warm while he’s gone. Cautiously, he sits up, holding his breath as the mattress creaks beneath him. Still, you don’t wake up. 

He makes his way over to the bathroom, shutting the door as quietly as he can behind him. He tries to be as silent as possible.

Noah comes back to see that you’re wide awake, still lying in bed, curled up and tightly holding your knees to your chest. Your soft, fluffy ears are pressed flat against your head—a telltale sign that you’re upset. Your eyes are red-rimmed and brimming with tears, and Noah can hear your little sniffles.

He rushes over to you, sliding back into the bed, pulling you against his chest. You immediately press yourself tightly against him, burrowing your face against his shoulder. He can feel how you’re shaking slightly, how your heart races, how your tears stain his shirt. Your skin feels cold to the touch. He coos at you, his hand gently stroking over your head as he holds you close. 

He doesn’t force you to talk—instead he holds you, patiently waiting for you to calm down. 

“You—you left me,” you whisper, sniffling.

Noah has the slight urge to coo at how adorably clingy you are. “I’m sorry kitty,” he says, his hands gently petting your head. “I had to go use the bathroom. You were still asleep, so I was hoping you wouldn’t notice.”

“You left me,” you mumble again.

“I’m sorry, kitty. But I’m here now. I’ll take care of you, okay?”

You sniffle, nodding.

His hand keeps petting your head. He avoids touching your ears, knowing how sensitive they are, and doesn’t comment on how they’re still pressed flat against your head. He whispers soft praises and words of affection, as he holds you close.

It’s not long before you’re purring, happy with all of the affection that you’re receiving. Your tail swishes back-and-forth beneath the duvet, and you nuzzle into Noah’s chest. 

It’s with a lot of pleading, coaxing, and begging from Noah, that the two of you finally get out of bed. As usual, you follow behind him, copying every step of his. 

He guides you into the shower, making sure that the water is the perfect temperature for you. He dutifully washes you, making sure to be especially gentle when washing your ears and tail. You purr appreciatively, especially when his hand touches the base of your ears—as they’re especially sensitive. Your hands drift over Noah’s body, under the guise of washing him as well. Noah notices how gently your hands caress his body, how your eyes seem to linger on certain parts. These actions of yours are all symptoms of a cat that’s about to go into heat.

As the two of you step out of the shower, Noah makes sure to dry you off. You squirm as he takes care to carefully dry off your ears. They twitch and move a lot, but eventually, he manages to get them dry. You can’t help the little moan that escapes you when he touches the base of your tail. Noah can’t surpress the little smirk that appears on his face, but he doesn’t comment on it.

Once you’re dressed—with Noah’s help, of course—Noah makes sure to put his collar on you. You move your hair forward, allowing him to have easy access to the back of your neck. For some reason, the motion makes you feel deliciously vulnerable. You close your eyes as Noah fits the collar around your neck. The feeling of his hands touching your neck makes you shiver more than usual. He buckles it into place, and you can feel your mind melting once you feel the familiar, restrictive press of the leather against your neck. 

The two of you go about the day as normal. Noah makes breakfast, while you dutifully trail behind him and follow his every step. Noah notices all of the tell-tale signs of you going into heat—other than the incessant clinginess, of course. You keep nuzzling against him, bumping into him and rubbing your head against him whenever possible. It takes a few tries for any of his words to get through to you—as your mind is clearly floating elsewhere. You keep purring and making the most adorable noises in the back of your throat, while also speaking less. It takes Noah a few tries when he wants to get a verbal response from you.

Somehow, throughout all of your purrs and whines and little noises of affection, Noah somehow manages to feed you your breakfast. Once the two of you are finished, he leads you back upstairs into his room. Noah sits down at his desk, and while you’d usually crawl into his lap, you instead decide to settle yourself into the plush cat bed that rests beneath his desk. You curl up onto your side, and you can feel Noah placing a fuzzy blanket around your body. You make a soft noise of affection, before snuggling deeper into the cat bed. Your paws slowly knead against the side of the cat bed, as you affectionately make biscuits. It’s a motion that always serves to soothe you. 

You feel weirdly weak and sleepy. A small catnap probably won’t hurt.

It’s not long before you’re drifting off to sleep. You can hear Noah above you, the soft timbre of his voice helping to soothe your mind. It reassures you, knowing that he’s close. He whispers soft praises and words of adoration to you. Every once in a while, you can feel his hand reaching down to affectionately scritch between your ears. 

You sleep for a few hours, peacefully drifting while Noah works at his desk. 

Once you wake up, you feel more groggy than usual. Your mind feels foggy, and you can’t seem to string together more than one thought at a time. As you sit up, you can feel Noah’s gaze on you. 

“Hey kitty,” he softly coos. “Did you enjoy your catnap?”

You feel a desperate need to be close to him.

You make your way out from under the desk, clumsily clambering onto Noah’s lap. He watches on, amused, as you settle yourself over his thighs, straddling him. You let out a loud ‘meow’ as you bump your head against his chest.

“What’s wrong kitty? Is there something that you want?”

You meow again, your tail mischeviously swishing in the air behind you. You bump your head against Noah’s chest once again, and then rub your cheek against him. You knead your paws against his leg, affectionately making biscuits.

“Does my kitty just want some cuddles?” 

You can’t help but grind your hips down against him, making a soft noise in the back of your throat at the pleasure that runs through you when you do so. 

“Oh, I see,” Noah smirks. “Is my sweet kitty in heat?” He asks softly. 

You meow in response, nodding bashfully. You nuzzle your face against him, hiding against his chest. It feels like a vulnerable admission to make. 

Noah coos at you, softly petting your head. “You don’t need to be shy, kitty. I’ll take care of you.”

Still though, you remain tucked against him, your hips grinding down against him every once in a while. You can feel how his cock begins to harden beneath you, and it only serves to spur you on ever more.

You paw at his cock, meowing.

“Does my sweet kitty want me to mount her? Bend her over my desk and fuck her until she can’t think anymore?”

You nod, letting out a shy little meow in response.

Noah reaches around the side of his desk, feeling around for the box of condoms. 

“Shit.”

“Mreow?”

“We’re out of condoms.”

You let out a quiet whine, your ears pressing flat against your head.

“I know, I know. I’m sorry kitty, I should have been more prepared,” he coos, petting your head and trying to calm you. “If you let me go to the store, I’ll be back in less than ten minutes.”

You shake your head, letting out an indignant whine. You grind your hips against him, and he gasps at the stimulation.

“Kitty—we can’t—we can’t do that right now. I can’t mount you right now. We need protection.”

You whine again. Your ears are pressed flat against your head, and your tail is moving in the way that it always does whenever you're upset. 

“Kitty—if you let go of me for a few minutes, I’ll be right back, and I’ll be able to fuck you so good. You just need to let go of me, okay?”

You whine once more, grinding your hips even harder against him. 

“Kitty—,” he trails off into a gasp as you grind against him. “Look, I—you can even come with me. Just get off of me, okay? Be a good kitty and let go of me?”

You shake your head, letting out a little whine of indignation. You slump against him, pressing your head against his shoulder as pleasure courses through you.

“Kitty I—I’m gonna cum—please—just stop for a second,” Noah gasps.

Noah places his hands on your hips and manages to move you forwards, so that you’re not directly pressing against his bulge. You whine at the loss of stimulation, looking into his eyes and wordlessly pleading.

“Shh, kitty, it’s okay. It’s okay,” he says, softly petting your head as he wills his heartrate to calm. “You just need to feel good right now, don’t you?”

You meow eagerly in response, your tail swishing as you hang onto Noah’s every word.

“Is there something specific that you need?” He asks. 

You nod, meowing and pawing at his bulge. Noah watches, curious, as you get off of his lap. You kneel down in front of him.

“Does my sweet kitty want to put her mouth on me?” He asks, cooing.

You nod, nuzzling your face against Noah’s thigh. Noah spreads his legs, so that you’re able to kneel on the ground between them. He reaches to the side, grabbing a pillow from his bed and placing it beneath your knees. The gesture sends a shiver through you.

You don’t waste any time before nuzzling your face against Noah’s crotch, appreciatively feeling the hardness there. You can’t explain why you like it so much. It almost feels comforting, feeling the sheer weight and thickness of it. It sends a shiver through you, knowing that you’re the reason that he’s so worked up.

“Does my sweet kitty want a treat?” Noah asks, cooing. 

You nod, rubbing your cheek against his crotch. Honestly, you’d probably be content if you could just do this forever. 

“Take your time, kitty.”

Soon, you begin to want more. You paw at his crotch, and eventually, you manage to slip his cock out from beneath his sweats. You immediately lean in, licking up the precum that’s been collecting at the tip. Noah lets out a gasp as your warm tongue works over the head of his cock. Once you’ve thoroughly licked him clean, you bring the tip into your mouth, softly suckling on it. It feels so comforting to finally have it inside your mouth. You can feel your mind slowly begin to drift. You focus only on softly suckling Noah’s cock, lapping up any more precum that spills from his tip.

You can feel Noah’s hand resting at the base of your skull. With his encouragement, you take his cock even deeper. Slowly, you take his cock further down your throat, until your nose presses against his pelvis. 

“There we go,” Noah breathes out, his breath shaky. “Such a good kitty. Taking me so well.”

You slowly breathe through your nose, keeping your mouth on Noah’s cock. He stays in place, patient and unmoving.

This position makes you feel so wonderfully dumb and submissive. All you can focus on is your breathing, and how good Noah's cock feels as it rests in your throat. It almost feels like it soothes the need that’s building inside of you. It calms you for a moment, making your mind go wonderfully blank.

“My sweet kitty just needed something in her mouth, hmm?”

You purr in response.

You spend a few minutes simply resting like that. You’re reminded of just how needy you feel, and so, you can’t help but whine around Noah’s cock.

“What’s wrong, kitty?” You can feel him ask from above you.

You whine around his cock, fruitlessly thrusting your hips. 

“Do you need to make yourself feel good?” He suggests.

You nod frantically. 

“It’s okay, you can touch yourself. Make yourself feel good, kitty.”

You allow your hand to drift down between your legs, down the front of your clothes. You slowly slide your finger between your folds, and you can’t help but let out a noise of surprise over just how wet you are. You ache to feel something inside of you, but you know that your fingers won’t even compare to the feeling of Noah’s cock filling you.

You rub circles against your clit, and you feel that familiar pressure building up inside of you. There’s something so humiliating about your position—on your knees, in front of your owner, his cock in your mouth while you touch yourself. You’re not even actively trying to make him cum—you’re simply cockwarming him with your mouth. You’re nothing more than a warm hole for him to fill.

“Fuck, your mouth feels so good,” Noah whines.

You can feel yourself falter as your orgasm approaches. You wish you could simply go limp and slump against him while you touch yourself to completion—but instead, you’re stuck here, cockwarming him. 

You try to take Noah’s cock even deeper down your throat. You gag, yet the feeling only seems to make you even more desperate. Just like that, you manage to bring yourself over the edge—touching yourself while forcing yourself to choke around Noah’s cock.

“Such a good kitty, taking my cock so well,” Noah gasps.

You take your mouth off of Noah’s cock, as you struggle to calm your breathing. You lick your lips, trying to get rid of the string of saliva that connects your mouth to Noah’s cock.

Noah’s cock jolts at the sight in front of him—you, on your knees, slumped against his leg while you regain your breathing. Your red, spit-slicked lips are the same shade as the tip of his cock. His cock is glistening, covered in the remains of your saliva.

Once you regain your breathing, you move back onto your knees, wasting no time before eagerly taking Noah’s cock into your mouth.

“Such a good girl,” he gasps, tilting his head back in pleasure, as you work your mouth along his cock.

His hand comes down to weave between the hair at the base of your scalp. He firmly grasps your hair, using it to move your head up and down his cock as he pleases. His hips thrust into the wet heat of your mouth, as he uses you to get himself off.

It’s not long before he spills down your throat, his warm cum filling your mouth. Dutifully, you swallow it all down, before taking your mouth off of his cock and licking the tip clean.

“Such a good kitty,” Noah gasps, as his hand reaches out to pet you.

You smile, affectionately bumping your head against his hand while letting out a soft meow.

Once he tucks his cock back into his sweats, you clamber on top of him once more, ready to receive some loving cuddles and praise.

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"Mm..." You rub the sleep from your eyes, still half hunched over, one hand a steady anchor on the worn cushions. "Is it really morning or are you joking?" The question is a low murmur, thick with lingering slumber.

JJ simply chuckles, a warm sound in the quiet room, as he rolls a blunt on the far end of the sofa. His gaze, a silent caress, follows your form as you finally sit, stretching with a slow, luxurious grace. Unbeknownst to you, his hungry eyes trace the curve of your shoulder, the delicate valley of your back he longs to explore with the lightest touch of his tongue, and the tattoo. God, the tattoo drives him crazy.

What impulse had led you to brand your lower back with his initials, 'J.M.', surrounded in tiny, whimsical sparks? He had no idea. Yet, the sight of it stole his breath almost every time. Your untamed spirit was something he doubted he'd ever grow tired of. If he was honest, these spontaneous acts might just be the death of him.

He remains lost in his silent adoration until you turn, the plush blanket gathered around your hips, your still-sleepy gaze meeting his own, which remains fixed on the small of your back. He remains frozen, a half-rolled joint suspended between his fingers. "...J?" Your soft voice calls his name, and the sound alone sends a shockwave through him.

What did he do to deserve you?

Dragging his eyes from your lower half, his eyes meets yours. "Hm? What was that, mama?"

"The time...?" You reiterate, a delicate brow arching as you turn more fully to face him.

"Oh, right." He snaps back to the present, tapping his phone on the cluttered coffee table beside him. "It's only six, sun's goin' down soon." He tries to focus, completing the roll of the blunt and placing it on the ashtray. "You hungry? Kie dropped off some food."

You simply shake your head, a soft yawn escaping as you rise fully, stretching your arms above you, balanced on the tips of your toes.

JJ is forced to blink, to look away for a fleeting moment, otherwise his composure would surely crumble at the sight of you.

"C'mere." JJ's voice is a low drawl, shifting on the couch to widen the space between his outstretched legs. "Y'been sleep all day. I missed you..." He cooed as you drifted towards him, draping your legs over his, straddling him. His hands find your waist, then drift lower, softly cupping the curve of your bottom.

"...'M sorry, J." The words are a tired murmur, your voice still laced with sleep. One of his hands gently caresses the exposed skin of your back, ocassionally circling the slightly raised texture of your healing tattoo, tracing the 'J.M.' until it creates a clear picture in his mind. "You know I just get sleepy..." You apologized, leaning your head upon his shoulder, your fingers threading through his sun-kissed hair, lightly scratching his scalp. You tilt your face to look up at him, only to find his gaze already upon you, that familiar, adoring look.

"'S okay, pretty girl." He reassures, his hand moving to caress your cheek as your eyes meet. "I like watchin' you. You look peaceful."

You hum softly, shifting in his lap. "I am." Another yawn, revealing a hint of your unique smile, the one you dislike but he adores. He especially loves the way your sharp teeth graze his skin when you try to muffle your moans against his neck, or when you accidentally bite down on his lip while you're kissing like no one else is around. He loves every part of you. Yet, every part of you also ignites a fire within him. A junkyard of desires — images of everything he wanted to do to you, dreamed of doing to you, and things he'd already done. And your next words did nothing to help.

"All my dreams always have you in them."

It was as if you knew what you were doing, yet the innocence swimming in your wide eyes suggested otherwise. Here you are, still draped in the remnants of sleep, being an absolute sweetheart, and he can't get his dick to stand down.

"...I love you. Y'know that?" He whispers, his breath warm against your cheek as he traces its delicate curve.

A small giggle escapes you at his words, and you press yourself closer against him. "Yes. You tell me all the time."

"Mm." He hums against your ear. "You're beautiful. Do I tell you that all the time, too?" He presses, the hungry glint in his eyes intensifying.

"Sometimes..." You answer shyly, sensing the subtle shift in his demeanor. "...Mostly when you're fucking me, though."

His brows furrow slightly, his neck tilting back to look at you more fully as you lie nestled against him. "That's not true."

You knew it was a lie. JJ has made it his mission to remind you of the beauty he sees in you – not just in the bedroom, when he'd whispered in your ear or against your skin. He wanted you to know that you were his walking angel.

And now, with you straddling his lap, those large, sleepy eyes gazing up at him with such unwavering innocence, trust, and love – JJ felt his heart swell. And his desire, unbidden and insistent, stirs beneath his worn denim.

He cups your face in his calloused hands, his rough thumbs brushing softly over your cheeks as he leans down, pressing a tender kiss to your lips.

"...I tell you every day," He murmurs, his breath mingling with yours as he pulls back just enough for his lips to still graze yours as he speaks. "Because it's true. You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. My beautiful girl." A blush warms your cheeks at his words, and you dip your head shyly, but JJ will not allow it, tilting your chin back up with a gentle finger. "And I'm never gonna let anyone make you feel otherwise. Y'hear me?"

The possessive undertone in his voice sends a delicious shiver down your spine. You crave this fierce devotion, this unwavering declaration of your preciousness in his world.

"I love you..." You whisper, your hand trailing down his clothed chest, finding the frantic rhythm of his heart beneath your fingertips.

JJ's heart clenches, a sweet ache, as he pulls you to sit up, his gaze holding yours as you now hover above him, your hands entwined behind his neck. He draws you closer, your bodies molding together, and you cannot ignore the insistent pressure against your thigh. "I love you, too." JJ whispers, his tongue tracing his lower lip. "Every damn part of you..." He breathes, capturing your mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue delving past your lips as if starved, desperate for the taste of you.

A soft moan escapes you, your tongue meeting his in a languid dance as you find yourself instinctively grinding against him. His arousal strains against the confines of his jeans, twitching with each subtle movement. Your fingers tighten in his sun-bleached hair as your own inhibitions begin to unravel. JJ's hands roam your body, a possessive exploration, his fingers pressing and kneading every inch of exposed skin.

The soft sounds of your lips meeting his fill the quiet room, the feverish exchange making the air thick with unspoken desires.

Finally, to your reluctant dismay, JJ breaks the kiss, only to quickly tug at the hem of your loose-fitting shirt, his desperation to feel your bare skin against his own a palpable thing. Simultaneous heavy breaths escape your lips as JJ yanks your shirt over your head and tosses it aside, using one hand with practiced ease to unfasten your bra.

His blue eyes sweep over your exposed breasts, his pupils dilating visibly. "Fuck." He sighs, his hands leaving trails of fire as they glide over your waist, rising to cup the fullness of your chest. "Look at you. Just perfect..." You arch into his touch. "Too perfect."

"J..." A soft whimper escapes you, your hips pressing against his as your fingers dig lightly into his scalp.

"Talk to me, baby." He coos, his head dipping to kiss your neck as he waits for your whispered desires. "What d'you need?" He murmurs against the delicate skin of your throat, his teeth grazing you lightly – an action that sends your head falling back, a stifled moan escaping as your hand grips the worn fabric of John B's couch.

"I need you." The words are a breathy plea, your head thrown back as tears prick at the corners of your eyes. Your sensitivity is a delicate landscape he knows intimately, and he never fails to explore every contour, every point of exquisite vulnerability.

"Good girl." He smiles against the crook of your neck. And before you can fully register the shift, a small yelp escapes you as he rises from the couch, lifting you effortlessly into his arms. He carries you down the narrow hall to his bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him before gently lowering you onto the soft mattress.

Your hair fans out around you on the pillow as you watch him above you, stripping away his own shirt before grasping your ankles and drawing you down towards the edge of the bed. Your heart pounds a frantic rhythm as you watch him remove your shorts, tossing them carelessly across the room before crawling over you.

Your breath catches in your throat as his mouth begins a slow descent between your breasts, each kiss a burning brand, tracing a path lower until his lips hover just above the place that aches for his touch – his warm breath a tantalizing whisper against your most sensitive flesh. He looks up at you briefly, his blue eyes dark with lust, before his gaze returns, and he wastes no time burying his face between your thighs.

The moan that tears from your throat is involuntary as his mouth claims you. The warm, wet velvet of his tongue explores every hidden crevice, every delicate fold. The sounds of his devotion fill the small room with each flick and swirl.

It would not surprise you if the entire Cut could hear the strangled cry that escapes you as he slowly slides a finger inside, curling it within you, a gentle pressure before another joins it, their rhythm a slow, deliberate dance.

With each curl of his fingers, each tantalizing flick of his tongue, each gentle suction, you feel the slickness gathering beneath you, the tide rising, pulling you closer and closer to the precipice. The rhythmic contractions of your inner muscles must signal your nearing climax, too swift for his liking. Abruptly, the exquisite torment ceases, a frustrated groan escaping you as he pulls his face from between your trembling thighs, withdrawing his soaked fingers.

He balances on his knees above you, your naked form splayed out beneath him on his worn mattress. His hands make quick work of the last barrier, his shorts joining yours across the room. He settles between your thighs, his hands sliding beneath you, drawing you even further towards the edge of the bed.

He hovers above you, his length a stark promise, hard and slick with anticipation, a bead of precum tracing a path down your stomach. One hand wraps around your thigh, holding you captive, while the other takes hold of his desire, smearing the clear liquid over the smooth head and down the rigid length. His tongue peeks out from between his lips as he strokes himself above you, a heavy sigh escaping him before he stills, aligning himself with your yielding entrance.

"Hey," JJ's voice is a low, husky murmur. "Look at me." A command, gentle yet insistent, your eyes flickering between his and the place where you yearn to connect, a desperate attempt to anchor yourself in the storm of sensation.

A small, knowing smirk plays on his lips as you obey, your wide eyes filled with a raw longing. He leans down, his wet lips finding yours, a feverish claiming before he pushes into you, stretching you open around his thick form.

A gasp escapes you as the kiss breaks, the hand that guided him now cupping your face, your foreheads touching in a silent communion. He continues his slow descent, stopping only when he is fully sheathed within you. "Kiss me." He whispers, his breath warm against your lips, his damp hair brushing your face. "Kiss me while I fuck you stupid." He doesn't wait for your response, slowly withdrawing only to plunge back in, and you arch your neck, your lips meeting his once more.

JJ sets a steady, torturous rhythm, thrusting deep and hard, the worn mattress protesting beneath your intertwined bodies. The sounds of skin against skin, your escalating moans, and JJ's occasional guttural cries fill the small space. His pace quickens, a primal hunger driving him, chasing the shared precipice. He wants to witness your unraveling, to draw every last drop of pleasure from you.

With his increasing intensity, your control over your voice, over the tightening of your inner muscles, begins to slip away. Your hands find purchase on his back, the closer you drift towards your own release – one hand tangling in his sun-bleached hair, tugging with a desperate need that only fuels his fire, the other clawing at the smooth skin of his back, making his desire impossibly harder as he continues his relentless assault.

"There you go." He moans against your ear. "Let go, baby. You're okay." He coos, his hands sliding down to grip your waist, lifting you slightly as he sits up, pulling his face from yours to gaze down at you. "I got you." He whispers, fucking you onto himself.

Before you fully comprehend the shift, your back arches off the bed, a wave of pure sensation washing over you, your legs locking around his hips as JJ continues his relentless rhythm, riding the crest of your release. It is not long before his own climax approaches, his thrusts becoming impossibly faster, a frantic surge before he stills, buried deep within you, filling you completely.

You both gasp for breath as JJ collapses onto you, slick with sweat and the aftermath of your shared ecstasy. A deep sigh escapes you as you turn your hand, a warm, slightly sticky residue clinging to your fingertips.

"Oh, shit." A frown creases your brow as your eyes find JJ's back – a canvas of old and startlingly fresh scratch marks, the newest additions beading with tiny droplets of blood.

"It's fine." JJ mumbles against your chest, already aware of your silent remorse, the faint burning sensation blooming across his skin. You always feel a pang of guilt in the aftermath, seeing the tangible evidence of your passion.

"I'll try and stop..." You whisper, as JJ pushes himself up and off of you, rising to gather your discarded clothes from the floor.

"Don't." JJ says, tossing your garments into the wicker hamper by the door. "I like it. And I like that everyone else gets to see it." He smirks at you from across the room as you prop yourself up on your elbows, watching him. "Plus," He laughs softly to himself, pulling a pair of faded shorts up his legs and grabbing one of his clean t-shirts for you. "I like returnin' the favor." His eyes linger on the village of teeth marks and burgeoning hickeys adorning your neck and chest, a visible testament to his own fervent affections.

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