𝟏𝟎𝟒.                          𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫, 𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥

into you                                              ariana grande
guilty as sin?                                          taylor swift
love me harder ariana grande, the weekend
juno                                             sabrina carpenter
hopelessly devoted to you    olivia newton-john
earned it the weekend
paris                                                       taylor swift
golden                                                   harry styles
hungry eyes                                         eric carmen
i can see you (taylor's version)        taylor swift

( i couldn't pick one song if you couldn't tell . . . and the, uh, title says all you need to know )

warning: mature content

☀︎ 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐥𝐲𝐧'𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐯

𝖨 𝖯𝖴𝖲𝖧 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖲𝖪𝖤𝖳𝖢𝖧 𝖨 𝖩𝖴𝖲𝖳 𝖣𝖱𝖤𝖶 𝖨𝖭𝖳𝖮 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖫𝖤𝖳𝖳𝖤𝖱 𝖨 𝖶𝖱𝖮𝖳𝖤 𝖳𝖮 𝖩𝖩．Very soon, on the night of our wedding, our letters will be read aloud to one another. We'll sit with one another, letters in hands, and we'll detail all the hopes and dreams we have for our future.

I check the letter as I tuck in the sketch I just drew of JJ, seeing that it's still entirely intact. As long as JJ hasn't found and read it, that's all that matters. I imagine him trying to search for it, entirely unaware that it's just sitting under our bed in a shoebox with other sweet mementos. The letter is waiting impatiently to be read by the boy I'm going to call my husband someday.

Alongside the letter, I chose to draw the exact moment he proposed as I will never, ever grow tired of replaying that exact moment in my head. I captured his smile, his eyes, his embodiment onto a single page of my sketchbook, and now it's tucked into the letter so he can see the love I have for him on paper.

Perhaps, also, I might slip in some dirty polaroids just to surprise him on the night of our wedding. I mean, yes, he'll see everything in person, but it'll be just as thrilling to have pictures, won't it?

I kick the shoebox back under the bed as I lift myself up. I think he's still talking with Emory which is good, but I want to see him. I want to wrap my arms around him and check in on him as he was so emotional earlier, clinging onto me in the shower as he cried. I want to kiss him, lay down beside him and spend the entire night caught up in one another. I want him.

Moving towards the mirror, I drag my eyes up and down my body, and I find that the first place my eyes go to is my left hand. Looking away from my reflection, I peer down at the set of gold rings sitting on my ring finger, biting back a smile as I think of all that will be associated with these rings in the future.

While our future began from the moment we met at eight-years-old, this chapter in our life is now the beginning of our forever── about us being husband and wife, about us being parents one day, about us being old and senile together. Staring at this ring, I can see it all, and to know that JJ has been thinking about marrying me since South America, always planning on proposing, makes me all the more excited about the rest of our lives.

We just need to get this crown business out of the way before we can kickstart our future. Oh, and get this Morocco business out of the way because, of course, we're going to travel all the way there just to get this fucking crown which I'm so not excited for. Honestly, I'd rather just stay home. Can I do that?

Well, we'll lose our home if we don't get this crown as we know it's worth a lot, so it wouldn't be wise for me to just stay here even though I so badly want to.

Anyway, speaking of Morocco, I need to pin it on the map above our bed as it's about to be a new location which, after we visit this time around, we'll never be seeing again as it's definitely not a country I ever imagined myself visiting, not in our great surf trip, that is.

I go to open my bedside drawer, finding the tub of white drawing pins, but something else catches my eye── a letter. More specifically, a letter addressed to me. I shake my head, picking up the letter, knowing exactly what this is. I cannot believe he'd hide his letter for me in my bedside cabinet. Then again, until just now, I had no idea this is where he'd hidden it so maybe it was a good place after all. I don't check it often.

Arms embrace my middle, forcing me back into a hard body. I squeal, surprised by the sudden contact, but I know who's holding me── the one who wrote this damn letter in my hand, that's who. His face buries itself into the crook of my neck, lips going to kiss my shoulder.

"Hey, Sunshine."

Two words── that's all it takes for me to weaken. No two words have ever sounded so right coming from somebody's mouth.

I hold the letter up between two fingers. "Did you seriously hide your letter to me in my bedside drawer?"

He pulls back, keeping one hand on my hip as his other hand pinches the letter from between my fingers. "You weren't supposed to look in there," he grumbles. "You never go in there."

"It's my drawer," I argue, pushing it shut. "I was getting drawing pins. We're going to Morocco so I've gotta pin it."

"Yes, but you never go in that drawer."

"Well, sorry, pretty boy, I just did."

His hand slides across my hip, moving to press against my stomach, keeping me pinned to him. "Well, now you've gotta close your eyes."

I pout, placing my hand over his that rests over my stomach. "Why?"

"I've gotta hide the letter, Sunny."

"Should've hidden it somewhere better." Yes, I might not go in my bedside drawer often, but I would've gone in it eventually. He's now got to find a more suitable place to hide it which, as his first hiding spot wasn't so good, won't be very easy for him. There's limited places to hide things in this house as things always get found, so that's why I've hidden mine in a shoebox that I know he'd never check as, hello, it just looks like a boring, old shoebox.

Ah, bless him. He tries his hardest, I know.

"Close your eyes," he repeats, his voice echoing in my ear.

I sigh, choosing to obey him as I know he needs to hide that letter as, if I find it again, I absolutely will be reading it. Sorry, not sorry. I think, if he hadn't walked in, I might've cracked a peek at the first few sentences. I know it's bad, but I'm awfully impatient, especially in things like this. I just want to see how matched we've written our futures, seeing if there's any contrasts.

His voice dips in my ear again, dangerously low. "Good girl." His hand squeezes the back of my neck in a gentle praise, and I swallow down the shiver that travels up my spine. He knows what he does to me with his annoying words yet he doesn't care as I'm sure he takes pleasure in my comfortable discomfort.

I feel and hear him move away from me, leaving me to face the wall with my eyes closed. My fingers play with the strings of my cotton shorts as I wait impatiently, knowing exactly what will happen the minute he pulls me back to him. My legs feel awfully tired and in dire need of being in bed or on his shoulders── whatever comes first, I don't care. In fact, they'll likely go hand-in-hand.

Sorry, was that a little too forward?

When he steps back into my orbit, his arms come around my middle again, hands dipping under the waistband of my shorts as he tugs me back, bringing us backwards just as my eyes blink open, finding us now to be standing in front of mirror.

I feel him smile, the action hidden against my neck as I feel the tips of his fingers skim the edge of my panties underneath my shorts. While my eyes watch his hands, his eyes watch my face. My lips part, my throat drying as I watch his hands rub the skin just above the lace under my shorts.

"You're beautiful," he speaks, lips brushing the shell of my ear. "So, so beautiful." I lift my hand, holding his wrist as he keeps both hands just under the band of my sleep shorts. "Do you know how beautiful you are?"

"Well, my boyfriend reminds me a lot."

"Fiancé," he corrects, and I watch him take my left hand in his, lifting it so I can see like I don't know we're engaged. He's got to know I said that on purpose just to get this kind of reaction. Yes, I'm that much of a menace. "You're wearing my ring, baby. Don't ever forget that."

"I won't," I respond, tone teasing.

I then watch him bring our intertwined left hands down, resting against my shorts again while his other hand continues to trace the edge of thin lace underneath. My eyes continue to admire his hands, teeth sinking deep into my bottom lip as I watch him. He, however, keeps those captivating blue eyes on my face.

"You didn't answer my question," he speaks, voice tickling my ear.

"What?"

"Do you know how beautiful you are?"

I avert my gaze, meeting his eyes in the dark through the reflection of us in the mirror. His hand stills, though I wish he'd continue as I feel like my entire body is begging and aching, but I know he won't until I offer him some kind of answer to a question that he should know the answer to as there's only one reason I ever feel quite this beautiful── him.

For eleven years, JJ has always had this way of making me feel worthy. It's almost like he sees me in an entirely different way to other people, quite literally seeing me as the sun reincarnated with the way he describes me. For eleven years, that's how long he's been admiring me, that's how long he's been appreciating me and accepting me for who I am. From afar or even as up close as he is now, he's always had a way of making me feel pretty, of making me feel valuable, of making me feel like treasure.

"Yes," I answer, letting my lips form a smile. His head falls into the crook of my neck again as he inhales sharply, breathing me in. His hands grip me harder, keeping me pressed back into him.

I feel his lips against my neck again, more pressure being applied this time. I swallow harshly, feeling his fingers resume their gentle pressing and circling right on the edge of my panties. "Is the, uh..."

"Shell on the door?" His lips glide against the side of my neck right over my hammering pulse. "Yep. Is everybody asleep?" I nod, feeling him push a single finger past the lace edge which has every nerve in my body standing in anticipation. "Words, Sunshine. Is everybody asleep?"

"Yes," I exhale, voice breathy.

Well, I don't know if everybody is asleep.

John B and I, after we talked, found Matilda curled up beside Sarah in bed which nearly made me tear up as I imagined that John B would be living that exact image very soon with his own child. He then said goodnight to me, leaving to join Sarah and Matilda, so he's likely sleeping now. Emory and JJ just finished their talk, so if anybody is awake right now, it'll be her and Kiara, but they'll be caught up in their own lovesick world. Oh, and Groff is, like, somewhere, but I seriously couldn't give less of a shit about him.

Whatever. It's not like JJ actually cares if everybody's asleep or not. He's acting like we've never had sex when the house has been awake and full of life.

He hums, the sound reverberating down the skin of my neck, sending another spike down my spine. "Hm. I don't actually care."

I lean further into him, hearing him bite back a groan. "Yeah, I know."

"I just want you, I don't care where and I don't care who knows it." His tongue drags up my neck, teeth biting at my earlobe as I tilt my head towards him, needing his mouth just about everywhere. "No being quiet tonight, okay?"

"JJ, we're in the house."

Often, whenever we're in the house like this, I'll do my best to keep quiet as, hello, we have six roommates── one of those roommates being my brother, and another now being his sister. Although, more often than not, our friends overhear little snippets which is why we try and find places outside the house to be alone such as the treehouse or the hyperbaric chamber or... the Twinkie which I will not be talking about as, thinking about it, I'm far too embarrassed.

"I don't care," he replies simply as I feel that single finger move further down, teetering on the edge of a spot that'll have me crumbling to his feet. I suck in a sharp breath, feeling as though I'm not getting enough oxygen when JJ's close to me like this.

Just before his finger can skim over the part I need him the most, he brings his hands back. I don't have the chance to utter any kind of complaint as he's already pulling at the hem of my t-shirt, ridding it from my body completely, not wasting any time in underdressing me. He makes a low noise of approval as his eyes drag up the length of my body in the mirror.

I shift on the spot, feeling painfully awkward as he's watching me watch him in the mirror, if that makes any kind of sense. His lips trace the back of my neck, once again breathing me in. "No bra?"

I shake my head, eyes fluttering to a close at how delicate his mouth feels against my neck. "No," I exhale, refocusing. "I don't wear a bra to bed, JJ." For one, it's uncomfortable, and for two... well, it's just very fucking uncomfortable.

"We're not in bed, Sunshine."

"We could be," I mutter, watching him lift one hand to cup the front of my neck, fingers pushing under my chin to lift my head. His other hand tickles my hipbone, practically making me squirm with how unbelievably featherlight he's being.

"Not yet." He bites my earlobe, grinning like a madman. "I wanna keep looking at you, beautiful, that okay with you?"

I exhale a small breath. "Yes."

Our eyes meet in the mirror, and a blissful understanding passes between us without another word being shared. My chest rises and falls as his hand holds my neck, giving it a single squeeze before it travels down. He holds my eyes, silently instructing me to watch his gaze rather than his hand that descends.

I want to watch his hand, I do, but our colours clash in the mirror instead of focusing on the journey of his hand. I heave in a breath, his fingers dancing across my collarbone and brushing against my shoulder. I lean further into him, his other hand holding my hip to keep me steady as I feel like I'm about to crumble.

His touch travels down the valley between my breasts which, unsurprisingly, catches my attention. His hand pauses the moment I look away from him, and his voice reenters my ears. "Keep your eyes on me, Sunny."

Slowly, I bring my eyes back to his, my heart tapping against my chest rapidly as he observes me so intensely, looking so unbelievably attractive in the mirror. His eyes have darkened, a gloss of hunger and need painted across the blue that I can imagine myself capturing onto paper. I catch the dimples gracing his face as he smiles, tongue dragging across his bottom lip as we stare into our reflections.

His front remains pressed to my back, and his hand resumes contact, moving downwards and skimming across my stomach. I want to look. I want to see just how featherlight and gliding his touch is, but I hold his gaze, knowing he'll only stop if I drop my head and I can't have him stop, not for the rest of his life.

His touch moves, his fingers heading upwards this time rather than down, choosing to ignore the final article of clothing that covers me. I shift, feeling tingly and undeniably desperate for him to just take what he wants, though it seems he wants to torture me and drag this out which, yes, is hot, but I have needs that all equal to him.

I hadn't realised I'd completely zoned out until I felt his fingers press against my lips. Blinking, I stare at us in the mirror, eyes honing in on his fingers, and I see what he's wanting── what he's wanting me to do before he explicitly demands it. "Open your mouth."

My eyebrows knit together, a depraved idea crossing my mind as I gnaw at the inside of my cheek. I know I just said I was desperate for him to speed this up, for him to just take what he wants, but it sure would be fun to toy with him, see how far I can go until he just throws me down and drags out the pleasure until the sun rises. Crawling under his skin while he strings out the torturous pleasure is fun── it's why we fit together in more ways than one.

Turning my head away until his hand falls, I keep my lips pressed firmly together, not giving in to his demands just yet. Although, because I know my body, I know I'll fall under his spell moments later, and he knows it too, it's why he just accepts my disobedience for the time being.

A dark laugh falls past his lips, the sound sprouting goosebumps all over my skin as I can sense deep within what he has planned. Before I have the chance to revisit his gaze in the mirror, his hand grabs the front of my neck, forcing my head back and up against his shoulder.

"I see what you did there." The room feels warm, the tension so thick that I feel as though I'm suffocating. Well, I quite literally am. "You like torturing me, Sunny?" I hum in response, feeling his hand begin to press into my neck, just about ready to cut off my air supply, and because I didn't suck in a sharp enough breath, I feel my chest squeeze the tighter JJ's fingers dig into my throat.

I whine, keeping my lips together as I know exactly what'll happen the moment they inevitably part. I squirm, pressing myself back into him, further messing with him, as he cranes my head to one side, lips moving up my neck towards my ear where he whispers, "Come on, Sunshine. I know you want to."

He might be the most infuriating bastard I've ever met, but I'm the one who likes to torture myself like this.

Giving in, I open my mouth, breathing in as much oxygen as I can before his fingers that were just against my hip push into my mouth, pressing down on my tongue. I moan, letting my teeth bite at his fingers in retaliation, though the bite is only soft. My hand then reaches up to grasp his arm, needing to keep myself balanced, as his hand loosens around my neck and his two fingers pull free from my mouth. He kisses my temple, smiling sweetly, contrasting against to the corrupt thing he just did to me. "Thank you, Sunny."

God, what the hell is he doing to me?

While I knew what he was planning on doing, I hadn't expected it, especially not when those two fingers that were just in my mouth go down, pinching the hardened peak of my nipple. My back arches and I can't bite back the moan that stutters out loudly. My eyes squeeze shut, and JJ's fingers come to a halt, only impeding the pleasure.

My nails dig into his arm, scratching. "JJ."

"Open your eyes, Sunshine." His knuckles brush just underneath my breast, indicating to me that he fully intends to drag this out for as long as possible until I keep my eyes open and on him. My breathing quickens, still attempting to inhale as much oxygen as possible, and my eyes flutter open to greet his darkened ones in the mirror. "Good, now keep them open for me."

His fingers resume, travelling back to where I needed him. They rub, pinch and drag against my breasts and nipples, the contact truly convoluting. With his right hand occupied, the left hand sweeps around to splay over my stomach. The entire time, our eyes remain locked in the mirror, even when I bring my hand back to grasp his bicep, squeezing as tight as I can just as another agitated moan slips past my lips.

There's something about seeing myself from his point of view── about me seeing a reflection of what he sees when he has me in such a position── that has my entire body tingling and screaming for more.

His lips leave a trail of kisses that start from the pulse in my neck to my bare shoulder, teeth digging into the skin the more I press into him, feeling every inch of him against my lower back. The hand splayed over my stomach rests above the waistband of my shorts, two fingers beginning to dip under the material.

I cling on tighter, my legs feeling weaker the more his other hand moves over my nipples, pinching hard enough to bring about toe-curling kind of sensation that has my back arching away from him again. I'm brought back in, however, the heel of his palm jabbing into my pelvic bone to keep me glued to him.

"JJ," I whine, needing more, needing everything.

"Tell me what you want." His lips suction the spot under my ear, prying another guttural noise from deep within me. His fingers continue to twist, pull, and pinch, bringing me both fusions of pain and pleasure that has my legs weakening. "Come on, Sunshine. Tell me what you want."

"You," I choke out. "You, JJ, I-I want you."

I feel that smug grin of his against my neck before he spins me around, my legs nearly giving way without his body to keep me upright, but he's wrapping his arms around me once again, our chests now touching.

With us now facing one another, his mouth covers mine, and it's a feeling I never, ever grow tired of. I immediately sink into the feeling of his hands dragging up my back, of his body pushing into mine, of his mouth forcing mine open. His tongue pushes against my bottom lip before plunging in, sweeping into my mouth where we battle, me losing by default as I'm too lightheaded to make any kind of sane decisions when this is who I'm wrapped up in.

My body hits the wall next to the mirror, and his hands immediately move to pull down the shorts I've been desperate to rip off since he placed his hands on me. "Fucking tiny ass shorts." He kicks the material away the second they hit the floor, seeming agitated by their presence.

"You're the one who kept them on."

"Was trying to take my time, Sunny, but I don't know if I can do that anymore." His teeth sink into my bottom lip, tugging it back and sucking it into his mouth harshly. I whine, hands reaching out to grip his shoulders so I can stay balanced, though it's always impossible to stand when this is what I deal with in the darkness of our room.

His fingers then hook into the edge of my panties, and just as he begins to tug them down, he lowers to his knees right before me, leaving my lips swollen and needy. My eyes widen, back straightening against the wall as I follow him with my eyes.

The flimsy lace is thrown to one side, joining the pile of my clothes. "Y-You're still dressed," I breathe out, needing him to at least take something off to make this fair. Hello, I can't be the only one exposed.

He looks up at me from his place on the floor, the corner of his mouth tugged upwards, and I swear I'd die a happy woman if this was the last thing I ever saw. Wordlessly, he pulls at the back of his shirt, swiping it clean from his body and throwing it to one side, leaving him shirtless. "Happy?"

A breathy laugh slips out of me. "Yeah."

He presses a kiss against my hipbone, and my eyes instantly squeeze shut, the pressure of his mouth against a surprisingly sensitive part of me too much, especially when he's down on his knees staring up at me. "Eyes on me, Sunny." Blinking slowly, I find the blue down below, that previous hunger and need still present. "Don't take your eyes off me, alright?"

If I do, I know he'll stop just to further torture me, and while that was attractive before, I think I'll scream if he stops.

"You're so beautiful," he whispers, voice muffled against the skin of my stomach. I lift my hand, pushing it through his hair as he holds my eyes, continuing to pepper open mouthed kisses across my stomach before shifting down to my pelvic bone just to play with me. "So, so beautiful." His voice tickles my skin, bringing a light laugh out of me while my fingers dig into his scalp.

He then lifts one leg, bending it to rest over his shoulder, giving me complete direction of what he plans on doing. His tongue moves across the crease between my thigh and hip, dragging down the expanse of my upper thigh. I watch, lips parted, fingers pressing into his hair, needing to grip something just to check that I'm alive, though the heavy breaths I'm currently releasing might give me some indication.

He peers up at me under hooded eyes, and seeing him in this angle── like always── has me clinging on harder, has my heel pressing deeper into his shoulder, and has my chest heaving to bring in more oxygen before I pass out, finding him undeniably hot when he's on his knees before me.

I then watch with quizzical eyes as his tongue drags across my upper thigh, moving in a certain way that has me confused. "W-Wha──" He does the action again, tongue dragging down the length of my upper thigh before flicking off to left where he presses a lingering kiss.

He grins against the skin of my thigh, taking in my puzzled expression. "What's it spell, Sunny?"

Oh. He was spelling his name on my upper thigh. With his tongue.

Fuck me.

"JJ," I answer, voice hoarse.

He goes to plant a kiss against my hip again. "Very good." He breathes me in again, kissing the spot once again. "Think you should get my name tattooed right..." He sinks his teeth into the skin of my hip, soothing the bite mark with his tongue. "...here."

I'll get any kind of tattoo he wants, I swear.

"Your name? Which one?" I ask, now aware of what JJ stood for this entire time, and let me tell you, JJ suits him far better than Jackson ever would've. Hey, at least the question I've been asking for eleven years has finally been answered.

"You know me as JJ, baby." With his arm around my upper thigh, he circles the skin with his fingers. "That's whose name you scream at the end of the night, isn't it?"

"God," I breathe out, just about ready to push his face in between my legs and scream said name.

"JJ, Sunshine," he corrects, kissing just above where I need him the most, forcing a much-needed groan out of me. "It's just JJ, okay?" I hum, hearing him completely, but my body needs more than words.

"Well, JJ," I push out. "Can you please do something?"

"Well, Brooklyn, you're gonna need to tell me what to do."

My eyes narrow. "I think you know what to do."

"Well, I know what to do, Sunny." He gives me that duh kind of look, his hair falling in front of his eyes as he does. "But I need to hear what you want me to do to you."

"I want you to touch me," I say simply, pushing the hair away that falls forward.

"Hm." His fingertips press into my thigh, lips pecking the skin he just drew over with his tongue. "I need you to be more specific, baby." This smug bastard grins up at me, his lips still pressed into my thigh.

Two can play this game, pretty boy.

I know he thinks I'll shy away when asked such a loaded question, but when one is this desperate and in dire need of real, bruising contact, he has to know that I'll do just about anything to get it, even play along and answer his fucking question.

Like I said, two can play this game, and I've already got him on his knees, so I'd like to think I'm a little bit in control right now.

Gripping his hair tighter, I stare down at him with my own lustrous look and shit-eating grin. "I need you..." I pull a little harsher, maintaining intense, fiery eye contact with my fiancé. "...to pick me up, lay me down and..." My knuckles skim his forehead before I push my fingers back into his hair. "...take me to Paris, baby."

"Paris, huh?" His hand not holding my thigh rests over my pelvic bone, his thumb swiping between my legs for the briefest of seconds. It's so fleeting that I almost don't feel it, but my body reacts either way, a moan being pulled from deep within me as my back arches against the wall, though I manage to maintain steady eye contact. "I can do that."

"Then fucking prove it," I grit out, just about ready to pull his hair out if he doesn't do something. "Or I'll leave you to befriend your right hand."

"If you leave, you'll also have to befriend your right hand, baby."

"Or the shower head," I chew out, satisfied when a string of curse words are buried against my thigh.

"You're killing me."

"Well, fuck me before you die, please."

He laughs, the sound so freeing and angelic. "Fuck, I love you." I smile at him, so unbelievably lucky to have him in this way and in a dirty, filthy way. I'm so lucky that only I get the pleasure of seeing him like this, of seeing him so in love and so mine. Our eyes clash, blue and brown welcoming one another home. "Happy engagement, Sunshine."

"Happy engagement, JJ."

He doesn't waste any time now, not anymore. He does exactly what I asked for, first bringing himself off his knees to lift me up, hiking my legs around his waist as he moves me to the bed, laying me down. His lips find mine, kissing me deeply and passionately before he brings himself back so he can strip the remaining clothes from his body── his shorts and boxers.

I watch, eyes hungry and hot. He then brings his body over mine, hands pushing into mine to pin them back against the bed. His lips press over mine, falling into steady rhythm like they always do. Tongues battling, hands gripping and pushing, whines, groans, and moans sealed in each other's mouths.

My legs lift, heels digging into his back as he continues to kiss me, assaulting my already bruised mouth. His teeth tug at my bottom lip, sucking it harshly into his mouth. My hands fight against his, needing to reach out and hold him but he keeps my hands pinned to the bed.

He then brings his face back suddenly, lips leaving mine. My eyes blink open, staring at his face as he looks up and forward. Bringing my back off the bed slightly, I bend my head back to see what's caught his eye in the midst of kissing me.

"JJ, what are you..." My words die in my throat the minute I see what he's looking at── what we're looking at.

The mirror.

The mirror JJ and I were just stood in front of moments ago remains in place, reflecting directly to us laid in this compromising position. I don't need to look at JJ to know exactly what he's thinking, my mind concocting the exact same thoughts he is, I imagine. Though, despite knowing deep down what he's thinking, my head moves back, my eyes greeting his in the dark.

Wordlessly and quickly, JJ straightens and pushes my body up the bed until my head falls back, nothing to hold it up. I'm now upside down, staring at my reflection in the mirror as JJ towers over me, moving his hand up my body from in between my legs to my chest where two fingers pinch my nipple again, bringing a feral noise out of me again.

He then drops his head, choosing to drag his tongue along the same path his fingers went, instead swirling his tongue over the peak of my nipple rather than his fingers. I cry out, hands reaching out to grip his hair as lifting my head is much harder when there's nothing to lay against.

I feel his mouth kiss my collarbone, the centre of my throat and then my jaw, my head remaining hanging off the edge of the bed. I keep my fingers in his hair, holding on for dear life. "Don't take your eyes off me, okay?" His kisses, compared to earlier, are much sweeter and relaxed. I swear, he's the perfect mix of sweet and sour, and I'm addicted to both. "You're gonna watch everything, aren't you, baby?

He peers at me in the mirror, our eyes so full of love and need. I love the idea of this── of seeing everything through the reflection of the mirror, of seeing us through both of our eyes.

"I love you," I breathe out, attempting to bring my head up so I can see him not as a reflection.

"I love you, Sunshine." He hooks one arm under my back, lifting me up ever so slightly. My legs fall around his hips, heels pressing into his lower back. "I can't wait to marry you, you know that?"

I beam, face feeling so warm and bright as I already know that. "Oh, yeah?"

He goes to take my left hand, pressing his lips over my knuckles. "Yeah." His lips brush over the rings on my finger, a smile touching his lips from what I can see at this angle.

"Well, I think we're overdue to christen this freaking engagement, don't you think?" I tease, pushing my fingers against his.

He laughs, intertwining our hands together and pressing it back into the sheets. "Oh, yeah."

Seconds later, I feel every inch of him drive into me, pushing me further up the bed, not that I thought that was possible, and the most gut-wrenching moan exits my mouth, my legs tightening around him.

I stare into the mirror, doing exactly what he asked of me── I don't take my eyes off him, instead choosing to watch every little thing he does. I see him throw his head back, curse words and grunts slipping past his lips as his hands slide down my legs to cup my hips, pressing my lower body into the bed.

In the thick air of the room due to our heavy breathing, our eyes welcome one another once again in the reflection of the mirror, only adding to the bundling sensation climbing at the base of my spine. A string of moans fall past my lips, his name chanted like a prayer as I let myself get entirely lost in him.

JJ pushes in deeper and harder, stroking a spot within me that has my toes curling and my back arching. "JJ," I breathe out, chest failing to inhale a sharp enough breath before his hand falls over my throat, squeezing. He's making sure I keep my head back and facing the mirror as he continues to drive in and out of me recklessly. "Fuck."

I gnaw at my bottom lip, the previous pain from his teeth only adding to the pleasure. "JJ, please." My heels dig deeper into his back, my back pushing into him while my eyes continue to watch every little thing he does. His hand angles my head up, forcing me to continue watching, though he's crazy if he thinks I'd ever take my eyes off our reflections. "Oh."

"Come on, baby." He hits that spot within me once again, dragging out the torture as he brings himself out slowly only to push in harder. "Let go for me, Sunny."

I cry, choking back another moan as he continues, driving in and out of me relentlessly. "Fuck. JJ." One hand curls around the bedsheet, ready to rip it from the bed while the other hand continues to push into his. "Please."

His lips touch my jaw, his own noises slipping past his swollen lips, and his eyes hold mine the entire time, refusing to miss the moment I let myself fall. "Let go for me, baby."

I think I scream, from both the release and from his eyes boring into mine through the mirror. I think I just had an out-of-body experience, the torturing and teasing beforehand only adding to the pent-up release. Well, he didn't want me to be quiet, and I certainly wasn't.

JJ grins against the skin of my neck, continuing to press into me until he groans loudly, reaching his high just after me. "Fuck." Still inside me, he brings me back with him until my head lays back against the bed. He exhales a heavy breath, head burying into the crook of my neck. "Fuck, Sunny."

I lean into him, breathing intense. "Fuck, indeed." I kiss the top of his head, fingers pressing into the base of his skull.

When his head lifts, he offers me a lopsided smile. "When we get that crown, I'm taking you to Paris for real, baby."

"Gonna lay me under the Eiffel Tower for real?"

He nods, looking utterly wrecked. "Oh, yeah."

I lean up, pressing my mouth over his briefly. "I can't wait," I whisper against his lips.

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❀ soph speaks

god the filthy bastards istg AH

when editing i was literally bright red ehvdjsbx

anyway, uh, let's move on . . . i hope you enjoyed reading??

and thankyou for reading the dirty shit brooke and jj like to get up to

pfft imagine if they knew people were reading about them, you filthy people

;)