jj maybank one shots

↺ Spiraling ↻

He was spiraling. Pacing back and forth, running his hands through his hair, spewing ridiculous plans. I'm not even sure what he was so angry about, it was hard to pay attention when he was like this. I know I'm supposed to be helping him but he's just so pretty. Ok ok pay attention Grace, we've got to make sure he doesn't do anything stupid. What calms him down...?

...

Weed!

I silently walked away while he looked at me like I was crazy for leaving him there. It took me a minute to find his dab pen, considering he stashed it to "prevent thieves". It was under the mattress, along with a Playboy that I will be bringing up. I should be hot enough for him and his favorite sock. How rude, I'll make sure to take care of that later, I walk back out a little pissed but needing to focus on the problem at hand, I walk over and stand right in front of him. I put my hands on his chest and push him down onto the couch with me on his lap.

"What are you doing Grace, get off." he sighed frustratingly.

"Just chill J I've got you, look," I pulled out the pen and took a hit while blowing the smoke into his face. I know he likes it when I do this, he thinks it's hot.

"Shit Grace," he ran his hand through his hair while he watched me take another hit.

"Want some?" I asked with a sly smile.

"I want something that's for sure, but I'll settle for this right now," he smirked.

"Work for it, it's all yours you just have to get it." I lifted the pen over his head and lifted my ass off his lap, to gain some height.

"That's not very nice Grace, I just want a hit and you're making me work for it babygirl." I just smile and laugh a bit.

"You're going to have to get it from me J, you don't get things for free," I don't know where I'm going with this but I'm excited to see where he takes it. He'll do just about anything for weed.

"You sure you wanna go there, cause I can play that game," he warned.

"Hmmmmm let me think just a bit," I took another hit as I looked him in the eye and gave him a peck on the lips. "Yeah, I'm sure J,"

"Ok, you asked for it, just remember that," I didn't know where he was going but I guess I'm about to find out. He wrapped his arms around my waist and rested his hands on my hips. Attaching his lips to my neck as I tilted it to the side to give him better access.

"Mayyyyyybe I'll give you the pen..." I teased.

"Just maybe...?" he asked.

"Just maybe." I reiterated.

"Hmmm yeah, that's not gonna work time to change the game plan."

I squealed as he picked me up and walked us out to the hammock. He threw me down and started tickling the living shit out of me. I was hardly breathing but I was so happy, and I think he was forgetting whatever he was mad about earlier. The sun was setting in the background, it was so peaceful, all the pouges were out doing their own shit. Kie with her parents at the Wreck, Pope was studying at his house, and JB was at Sarah's probably fucking around. And I was here with JJ, beautiful, hot JJ. We had been dating for the past 8 months and I've never been happier. We basically live together at JB's and it's never been a problem. Two extra people to pay bills, we don't eat much, we share a bed and most things. It's economically better, that's our excuse, not the fact that we are falling apart and haven't been home in weeks.

I'm so happy with him and he'll never know how he's effected me. I hated seeing him upset like that, like emotionally it was hard for me, but he was hot, and I fixed the problem, so the way I did it doesn't matter. As long as he's happy, I'm happy.

"JJ I CAN'T BREATHE!"

"I know Grace, I just take your breath away no need to remind me of how awesome I am, He laughed at my struggle.

"J it's not funny I'm dying and you're laughing, what kind of bullshit is that."

"You started this babygirl, now you have to finish it." He boasted.

"Fine." I laughed and flipped the hammock making sure I land on a nice squishy JJ. And I did, though I don't think he liked the landing.

"Ughhh Grace, you definitely took my breath away." He groaned.

"You said I have to finish it. And I think I did quite well."

"Well, I'm dying thank you very much." I just laughed at him.

I brought the pen up to his lips and let him take a hit as a reward for playing with me.

"Yeah, that's the good stuff," he sighed in relief.

"Heyyyy I'm the good stuff, not that shit," I argued.

He just smiled at me; he knows I'm right, but he likes to mess with me.

"I don't know Grace this shit hits just right, it's the best weed I've ever had, 1. I love you, but I can't live without it, 2. Nothing can replace weed."

I was not happy with that response; does he really think that I CAN be replaced? This is not going to work; I can turn this around on him.

"So, you think I'm replaceable, is that why there's a playboy under the mattress?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Uhm oops?" he raised his hands.

"Yeah, uh-huh oops my ass, I'll make sure to send you something tonight and I'm burning that playboy. I winnn."

"You always win that's not fair."

"You're such a whiny baby, don't be a sore loser."