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girlwhorizzed · 2 days ago

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it was usual that you and jj had your mutual disagreements— think of a glitter bomb and water, you being the glitter bomb and jj the water.

you and jj were polar opposites in most ways. his explosive personality and need for constant attention was bound to clash with your more laidback, quiet nature and how you didn’t like to be interrupted every five minutes when trying to get things done— but despite it (or maybe because of it) — you both just felt magnetically drawn to each other.

you might have found the blonde irritating at times but for the most part you enjoyed having fun with him. you found yourself— attracted to his fiery energy, the way you craved drama and being the center of attention in silence. despite the shy reserved attitude you'd kept concealed over the years— jj managed to slither his way into a side to you only he had access to. like a lockpick would a door.

jj's company began to grow accustomed to you, the blonde becoming an essential in your everyday life, he’d as well of got his share of getting to explode this side of you— and he’d quickly picked up on your bratty nature, the little attitude you would always display when you wanted something. he found it annoying most of the time, but he couldn’t help enjoying the attention you gave him to, even if it was only for a moment before you inevitably grew bored and picked a fight with him.

unfortunately for you, his way of dealing with your little ‘attitude’ issues had a way of quickly putting you back in your place; you’d soon find yourself being pinned to the nearest wall, a large hand round your throat as he’d stare down at you. he’d always smirk after this little combo he created resulted in your eyes glossy and nose colored red and runny. now this specific scenario had took action plenty of times— occuring even when he'd been deep inside you, muttering sweet but nothings in your ear, fingers sliding across beneath your nose and over your cheek for comfort, but still you chose to be difficult. complaining over the littlest of things that he was saying wrong, he'd put up with it of course, till he had to stuff fingers in your mouth to keep you quiet while he worked to the finish line, . if that didn't go the way he imagined it too, well your face was meeting the soft plushies that were placed there for cushion to make sure you were comfortable. not so comfortable now.

times like this sparked out a maturity in jj you were unaware he had, when he'd go all serious on you. and that was happening this second.

“look at me, princess.” his voice had a way of instantly putting you into a trance; your head immediately shooting up to look at him through wide puppy eyes, body frozen as it was pinned under him. “there you go. you gonna sit quiet and listen?” he speaks as his grip on you tightens, enjoying your immediate transformation from a stubborn brat into a shyly obedient girl.

your body felt limp now, brain fuzzy and eyesight growing hazy due to the buildup in tears you'd been holding back— legs practically jelly, to say you were intimidated was an understatement, a sudden remembrance of when you were a young girl hit— the embarrassment of finding the courage to get yourself off the ground after a tantrum in the shop, is what this moment felt like.

your eyes wandered anywhere but his, your teeth met your quivering bottom lip while your face grew hotter then the usual body temperature should. your wandering eyes landed on his biceps that were out and about in that grey muscle shirt— the one you would tug on when it all became to much for you to handle, the one you wish you could dig your nails in now.

sometimes he wondered if you did it intentionally, just for the sake of it — and you always went so pliant for him once your fight had left you. he’d almost feel bad for the way you’d look up at him with such big sad eyes when he knew you’d been playing him. almost. but after taking a moment to admire the change in your expression, he’d keep you in place a little while longer, enjoying the way you’d squirm and wriggle beneath his hand, all bark and no bite. once he was satisfied that his point had finally gotten through to you, he’d let you go, but it hasn't yet clearly if you haven't spoken up yet.

“what? not got so much to say now, smartass?” he said, tilting his head to the side as he’s roughly manhandling you up the wall, forcing you to stand on your toes to get your hands on his wrist. you let out a small squeak at the sudden size adjustment, not anywhere near the height jj was stretching you up to— "m'sorry!"

he hums, not expecting you to give in so quickly — but he lets you drop back onto the bottom of your feet anyway. he doesn’t loosen his grip though, keeping his wrist to the wall as he crowds towards you, pressing the lower half of his body against you. he smirks. “yeah? what you sorry for, princess?” he’s mocking you a little, clearly enjoying seeing you all quiet and pretty, a rare sighting now.your chest is rising and falling quicker than usual, a little breathless as he leans over you, the hand around your neck still there as he pins you to the wall. you don’t respond, just keep your wide eyes on his. he continues to smirk as he notices the way your body is almost quivering under him as he’s pressing you up against the wall. “nothing to say now? that’s not very you-typical.”

"i love you!" is all you could usher out, usually only love dedications like this occured during sex but i guess this could pass too. a few tears found their way down your cheek, creating a streak in between the base of your makeup that you'd spent hours with your posture bent in front of a mirror for. he takes in your expression, raising his eyebrows a little bit at your words, not having been expecting to hear something like that come out of your mouth. *”what?”* he questions, a little taken back as he sees the tear roll down your cheek, and he almost softens a little at the sight of it, a little more used to dealing with your attitude, not so much your sensitive side anymore.

it does soften him a little however, though he still doesn’t let go of your neck. “what’s… all this for, huh?” he asks, using his free hand to gently swipe the tear from your cheek, watching it wetly gleam against your skin. it does soften him a little however, though he still doesn’t let go of your neck. “i —“ your voice is soft and shy, feeling a little awkward with the display of vulnerability you’ve suddenly just shown him after having such a bratty attitude with him just minutes before. "m'sorry jayj! just— i-"

it was the first time he’d seen you vulnerable like this during an argument, he'd usually see you bolt out of whatever room you were arguing in and re-enter with a pink colored bag stuffed with whatever you could rummage inside— announcing your departure for the night, only to return early the next day. your eyes were shiny under this light and definitely increased in size due to the puff, with more tears that threatened to fall— he couldn't deal with you crying, he could however your attitude, your biting words and the way you’d push and pull at him, but the sight of you crying? he couldn’t say he enjoyed it this much; he felt pity for his girl. his hands fall from your neck slowly, traveling to gently push your hair behind your ear, trying to brush more tears from your face. “don’t cry, pretty girl, c’mon…”

he lets his thumb gently brush your cheek, wiping the tear away as he stares down at you. you were always a master with your waterworks— but for some reason, he couldn’t just let you go like normal this time. maybe it was because you’d actually gotten a little tear to slide out in between the smudged mascara, or maybe it’s just because he missed having you so quiet and innocent under him, not putting up a fight for once. either way, instead of letting you go, he slowly lets himself wrap an arm around your waist, pulling you even closer to his body. your head rested against the material of his muscle tank, this is how you expressed you were apologetic— physical touch. your manicured nails slid smoothly against the exposed skin, his sea-salt scent beginning to soothe your worries like calming lullaby's would a baby in distress.

this whole situation was your fault. it was all part of the game with you, you’d push buttons and act out until you got a reaction — and he’d always give you one. but you’d often go too far and find yourself upset, and that’s usually why he’s have to pick up the pieces. he’d have to hold you and help you through your own mess. it was hard for you to apologise and admit that you were wrong sometimes, how stubborn you could be, but in moments like these, it always melted his heart a little. you were like a little puppy that he didn’t want to punish too hard, and he often found himself feeling guilty that he’d even let himself raise his voice or lay a hand on you. so when you quietly utter your little ‘i’m sorry’ he let’s himself hold you tighter, his hand dropping to your hip.

he was used to your tears by now — whether they were real or fake (although he could always tell), he had learned to deal with them. he knew exactly what had led to you sobbing in the kitchen, it had been you that had chosen to disturb him when he’d told you he needed to focus. he knows your sensitive and emotional, he knew that when he first met you. but that didn’t stop him from loving you any less, even if you were a ‘brat’ sometimes — and of course that meant he’d learned to comfort you even when it was your fault.

maybe all you needed was a little fuck to get you acting right, after all it had been a while since he'd properly laid you on your back and properly gave you what you wanted, maybe this is what led to your attitude then crying outburst. you need a release, all women do. jj would be lying if he said that hadn’t crossed his mind; you were a nightmare at times when you were feeling bratty, and he was more than happy to be the one to fix you up. he looks back down at your face, eyeing the way your mascara is starting to smudge and the smeared lipstick on your lips that looks like a little heart. your cheeks are flushed and the little spark has left your eyes, instead being replaced with a look of submission. “you gonna behave now, princess?”

you nodded, feeling stuffed like a turkey on thanksgiving with the attention you were receiving— even if it was war to end up like this, in his arms all coddled up like a baby then you'd go ahead and do it again. "want you,." you mumble, fiddling with the leather hem of his belt that kept his faded black cargo shorts up.

he watches, his eyes quickly flicking down to watch your hand as you mess with the rim of his shorts, not missing the way you’re starting to pout up at him like a puppy. “yeah?” he responds, and you can hear the cockiness in his voice, knowing that you’d given in and now he’s starting to get that attitude with you again, enjoying knowing that you were the one who was begging for it now.

"don't make me beg."

he can’t stop the smirk that grows on his face as he hears you reply, a hint of attitude seeping into your voice again as you’re starting to grow more impatient, already becoming a little needy again. “don’t bite off more than you can chew, princess.” he replies, the nickname rolling off his tongue with ease now while he raises an eyebrow down at you. it's a second as you furrow your brows with a stern look plastered on your face, that read 'are you serious?' clearly offended he was taunting you, because it was only acceptable when you acted that way.

that little stern look doesn’t go unnoticed, and it’s when he sees the way you’re looking up at him with your eyebrows furrowed and a pout on your flushed face that he has to force back a laugh. he loves when you try and put your foot down with him, but he knows he’s always the one in the drivers seat, so instead of arguing, he gives your ass a rough pat, signalling for you to head into the bedroom.