JJ Maybank Imagines -Fluff & Smut-

Man's Best Friend (JJ Gets a Dog)

JJ's Pov

I walked out of the thick double doors of the country club where I worked at and started walking toward my motorcycle.

Out of my peripheral vision, I saw the small movements of a bush moving from side to side vigorously. I was exhausted and had zero energy or patience for some kooks trying to play a trick on me.

I grabbed my helmet but before I could put it on, I heard a faint whisper of a noise from the plant. I looked closer at it again and took a hesitant step forward. As I got closer to the hedge I kneeled down and started moving the plant aside and out of my way, with my luck, behind this bush there would be a man-eating rat waiting for me.

A small, almost cute growl sounded off from behind the entanglement of plants. I took a deep breath and slide my hands in between the hedge and spread it apart. Right there, in the middle of the bush, there was a fluffy, golden-tan Australian Shephard. I've always wanted an Aussie dog!

I gently slipped my hands around the dog's stomach and pulled him up to my chest. "Y/n is going to love you..."

Y/n's Pov

"No, JJ! You can't keep it." I yelled, we could hardly keep a cactus, let alone a living animal.

"Him! He's a boy!" JJ yelled back at me and I rolled my eyes at his childishness.

"JJ... We are giving him to the shelter downtown." I said simply, watching as he cradled the puppy closer to his chest.

"Please, can we keep him," JJ begged.

"J-" I started but he cut me off. "I'll do anything!" He pleaded and shook the puppy in my face.

I sighed and shook my head at what I was about to say, the mixture of JJ's puppy dog eyes with the puppy's actual puppy dog eyes was making me fold. "Fine. Yes, JJ, we can keep the dog."

He laughed evilly in victory and shook the pup into the air excitedly. I finally gave in and smiled at his antics, "Hand him over." I huffed while taking the golden puppy from JJ's arms, his fur was soft and could have convinced me that the dog actually a stuffed animal if not for his tongue wasn't swiping away at my wrist.

"What's his name?" I asked as he pats the K-9's head gently. JJ shrugged and looked at me.

"All I know is that he needs a bath." He huffed and waved his hand in front of his nose.

"Him or you?" I snorted as he gave me a dirty look.

"Come on... we need to go get him doggy stuff," JJ muttered and snagged the keys to the Twinkie from John B's kitchen counter.

"I'm already regretting this," I grunted as I walked out of the house and climbed into the passenger seat of the Twinkie.

I situated the puppy in my lap as JJ started the car and began to drive toward the nearest Pet Smart. I rolled down the window and allowed the puppy to stick his head out of the window. His light pink tongue lolled out the side of his mouth and as we passed people on the street, tiny barks erupted from his mouth.

JJ pulled into the old Pet Smart parking lot. Once he parked the van, I got out and closed the door, handing off the puppy as my arms started to ache.