Jj Imagines

Do i Want This?

Prolouge:

 "Tell me...." he whispers looking at me, grasping my hand into his 

"Tell me to stay away from you, Tell me you don't want this" he leans in closer by the second 

I gulp i was supposed to be going on a date but jj stopped me, telling me not to go and admitting something he never thought in a million years he would admit. 

Do i Want this? is the real question 

But by now his breath gets nearer and closer to my face 

"How do i know were meant to be" i ask with hopeful eyes, they are shimmering in the moonlight that shines upon us. 

"Because you y/n...." he uses hand motions to think 

"You're like a drug, and i cannot go five fucking minutes before thinking about you, It's like you never leave my system." he steps closer our lips bearing to touch while a smile tugs at my lips. "And even if i try to stop, i always end back to you". 

My goofy grin can't get enough. 

"My turn" he asks 

"Do you want this?" he questions when his chest finally is flushed up against mine. 

"Why would i not" i mumble before closing the distance. 

Present time:

It was complicated, we were too different, not much alike i finally found the real reason why his gaze would take such a long time, Its because he wanted to fuck me and get over with it. 

At least that's what i tell myself. 

At first when he told me not to go, i complied he told me the basic reasons why he loved me, the drugs and how nice i am after that when we layed in bed together. But now? I would have never found myself completely consumed until him, i wasn't attracted to him mentally or physically and when he felt something it was obvious. But when we were together people would say, well perferbably girls would say "He's different around you" i say he's not as my response 

Then they give me a disgusted look and walk away leaving me emotionless.

My head hurts. All the thinking of 

Does he love me? 

Or is he playing me? 

Right now, not in my mind but right here right now he is laying on top of me snoring like a goddamn pig. I sigh and he nuzzles his head further in my neck when his breath hits my nerves making me tingle. "What are you thinking about?" he question lightly pecking my skin. 

"you"  i respond

And you can pratically hear his smirk if that's even a thing 

"What about me?" he gets intrigued

"How do i know i'm the one?" i ask out of the blue. Usually broken boys need ressurance well not him, he gets enough already. 

He sits up on one elbow and leans into me. "wellll" he trails off 

"My hand fits perfectly here" he wraps his big ones in my small ones, then he trails his fingers down to my waist leaving goosebumps where his fingers once were. Like an open wound, burned skin. My skin is on fire and he doesn't even know. "And how my lips perfectly align with yours" he whispers. he kisses me so slowly but yet so softly.  "We are just meant to be" he answers in all honestly. 

"you needed reassurence" he teases. 

My head  doesn't  hurt anymore. 

He loves me.