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blueicequeen19 · 1 year

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DHP Pt. 8

Warnings: angst, oral

Series ML

JJ doesn’t say anything at my confession. If anything he seems annoyed by it, his brows coming together in confusion as he looks away from me. I’m about to demand he say something or I’ll start crying but he slowly stands, offering me his hand.

“I gotta finish loading up the rest of my stuff in my truck then you can follow me to the Chateau.” I take his hand, unease filling my gut.

“Do the Pogues know about—?”

“About us sleeping together? No. They’ll definitely get a kick out of me getting someone pregnant though. They always joked it would be me first.” A pain of jealousy goes through me but I ignore it, following him into his old house.

“Better to rip the bandaid off. They’re cool.” JJ says, grabbing a few black duffel bags off the floor and leading me back outside. I glance around the living room, masking my distaste but also the guilt for making JJ come back here. It was trashed. It screamed toxic and hurt.

I quickly followed him back outside, gasping when I feel a flutter in my stomach and quickly cupping my bump.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” JJ asks frantically, placing his large palm over my stomach without hesitation.

“I think I feel him kicking.” I whisper, my eyes wide as I try to find the movement again. It happens, firmly against JJ’s palm and I watch the way his eyes light up. His smile is blinding as we wait for another kick, my heart beating rapidly in my chest.

“He’s kicking.” JJ breathes, smiling down at me like he’s just won the lottery. I guess in a way he has. I wanted to build a life better than what he’s leaving behind. What we’re leaving behind. One things for sure, I always wanted to see him smile like that.

“Congratulations?” Pope says with a grimace, looking around to the rest of the Pogues as they pass around the ultrasound pictures. I expected some sort of reaction from Kiara but her expression remains stoic from the moment she saw us arrive.

“Guys! This is good news! He even has JJ’s nose!” Sarah beams, leaning into John B as she smiles. It was odd that the baby - our son - resembled JJ so much already. Would he even look like me at all?

“We didn’t even know you were together.”

“They’re not.” Kiara’s irritated voice rings out among the group, causing everyone to look at her. “Just fucking, right J?” Kiara shoots JJ a look and I stiffen.

“Kie—.” JJ starts but she shakes her head, getting to her feet.

“Did you tell them what you did at Midsummers? How you almost drowned Bryce in a fucking toilet? He’s going to come for all of us. He’s not going to just let her walk away. Pregnant or not.”

“What the fuck—?” Someone says but I’m shaking my head, taking a step towards the angry brunette.

“Bryce doesn’t care about me. He’s with someone else.” I snap. How dare she try to act like she knows more about my own life than I do.

“How long has this been going on? Bryce’s family is powerful. More powerful than Topper’s.” Sarah asks.

“All summer? Since that first fight, right?” Kiara announces with an angry shake of her head.

“Shut up, Kie. You don’t know—.” JJ starts but she cuts him off with a wave of her hand.

“No it’s fine. You got your family now, right? Everything you ever wanted. A son on the way. A Kook on your arm. Your dad is gone. Do you even need us anymore?” Pope reaches for Kiara to calm her down but she jerks away from him, stomping towards the house and disappearing inside with a loud slam of the front door.

“Don’t worry about her. Kie takes awhile to come around.” Sarah appears next to me, taking my hand as she continues to stare down at the ultrasound picture. I force a smile, swallowing the lump in my throat.

“I can’t get into my apartment until tomorrow. Is it fine if we stay here tonight?” JJ sits down next to John B, taking Sarah’s seat as she gushes over baby items and names.

“Yea man, whatever you guys need.” John B throws an arm over his best friends shoulder, giving him a side hug as they smile to themselves.

“Another Pogue, huh? Is he going to have sticky fingers like his father?” John B teases, making the rest of the group laugh.

“I’ll take the floor if you want the bed.” JJ says, a pillow and blanket under each arm. I roll my eyes as I climb into the small bed. It oddly enough felt comforting to be in his bed wearing his clothes to sleep in. Even though he called his dads house home, the Chateau was his safe place. This was his bed and his space.

“You think we can’t sleep next to each other? I’m already pregnant.” I tease, watching as he bites back a smile with a shake of his head. JJ flips the lights off before crawling in next to me, careful not to touch me. My hearts races in my chest just from being so close to him but eventually we both drift off in comfortable silence after a long day.

I jolt awake, the intense dream I just had wrecking me from the inside out. These hormones were no joke. I was constantly undeniably horny. It was a wet dream and I'd almost came in my panties. My breath comes in pants as I try to slow my racing heart but my clit was throbbing painfully while JJ slept peacefully next to me.

If I got up, he'd surely wake up. Maybe I can just quietly get myself off and go back to sleep. It felt wrong to do this next to him while he slept but the ache was too great. I wouldn't be able to go back to sleep like this.

I lift up my hips and slowly push his basketball shorts down my thighs. I slide my hand between my legs, my body jerking when my fingers find my slick, plump clit through my panties. It takes everything in me not to moan as I push my panties down next. My entire body practically trembles as I push two fingers to my clit, using my other hand to bite down on. I was so close already, this would be quick and I could go back to sleep. I widen my legs as much as I can, planting my heels in the mattress as I gather my wetness and press into my opening. I gasp against my hand, biting down on my own flesh as I push two fingers inside myself. I can't help it as my back starts to arch off the bed and I have to stop to catch my breath. I felt like I was going to scream. The intensity wasn't something I'd experienced before from just a dream. I'm about to say fuck it and go into the bathroom when a hand finds my wrist, pulling my hand free. I suck in a breath as JJ props himself up next to me, the heat in his gaze undeniable.

"I-I'm sorry. I can't help it. These hormones are so intense." I whisper, my thighs trembling with my impending release.

"Fuck." JJ bites out, his hand releasing my wrist to slip back between my thighs. He's hesitant with his touch, like he's afraid I'm too sensitive. When his fingers brush my clit, I keen, my back arching off the mattress.

"You're so wet." He murmurs, gently circling my clit as I shake uncontrollably next to him.

"I know. I can't help it. It won't stop." I cry softly, clenching my teeth as he circles my entrance.

"This happens a lot?" JJ rasps, bringing his fingers back to my clit.

"I've been uncontrollably horny for weeks. I brought my toys but they're packed away." I admit, my face heating with embarrassment.

"Toys. As in multiple." JJ shakes with a laugh before moving between my legs, dropping down on his stomach. He moves my legs over his shoulders, his hands finding my hips as he looks up at me with those fucking lust filled eyes.

"Cover your face with the pillow. Don't want you screaming the house down." JJ instructs, not looking away as he licks a stripe up my slit. I nod in agreement, taking the pillow out from under my head and bringing it down over my face. It almost made it worse not being able to see him. I feel his breath fan across my pussy before he flicks my clit. I jerk, feeling his hands tighten on my hips before he does it again.

"God, you're so creamy. I'm going to have to change the sheets." JJ's deep, husky voice has me clenching around nothing while attempting to lift my hips in search of his mouth. His skilled mouth finds my clit, licking and sucking until I explode, my cries muffled by the pillow. The wave keeps coming, not allowing me a moment to breathe as I cum again and again on his tongue until we’re both drenched. My thighs tremble uncontrollably, attempting to clamp shut on their own but JJ fights me, keeping them open as he feasts endlessly.

“JJ, please, please, I can’t take anymore. Please stop.” I yank on his hair, my eyes pricked with tears as another orgasm rips through me. I slowly come back down from seeing stars, my chest heaving as I open my eyes to find the pillow gone and JJ on top of me.

Just by the intensity in his eyes and the way he’s trembling, I think he might give in and kiss me. I want him to. I could feel how hard he was through his thin shorts, his cock pressed firmly against my thigh. My body and heart ache for him but the longer we stay unmoving, the more I see his walls being put back up and he sighs, rolling off me.

“I’m sorry. I—.”

“Don’t apologize. I’ll take care of you while my child is inside you. I don’t want you hooking up with anyone else.” JJ says sternly, not seeing the look I shoot at him in the dark.

“Thanks. I appreciate it.” I deadpan, rolling over to give him my back, the mood officially over.

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