JJ Maybank Imagines -Fluff & Smut-

Picnic Date (Smut)

**Content Warning**

JJ had been asleep for hours now, and it was already noon. I walked into his room quietly, making sure I didn't make the door creak upon entering. He was still knocked out cold, and I smiled at the way his hair fell in perfect curls on his forehead, and the way the late morning sun crept through the curtains, splaying down onto his tanned skin. 

I backed out of the room and silently closed the door, leaving it slightly ajar so it didn't slam. I turned around and held my thumbs up to the three girls in the kitchen of the Chateau. 

Sarah grabbed the decorations while Kie and Cleo helped each other carry a cooler and stereotypical picnic basket. We left the house quickly, chatting about how cute the picnic was going to be. 

"JJ is going to secretly love this, he is a secret sap." Sarah shook her head with a laugh. 

"Of course he is. Everyone with daddy issues is a hopeless romantic." I smiled and the three girls glared at me, knowing damn well all of them had daddy issues as well. "What? I don't make the rules." I laughed and I could tell they were hiding small giggles. 

"Thank God, Pope and JB helped set up the lights." Sarah groaned as I pulled the Twinkie over into our group's secret beach clearing. 

"Right, at least they offer something to the table." Kie joked and Cleo nodded her head in agreement. 

"Trust me, they know we're the brains of the operation." Cleo smiled as she hopped out of the van and the cooler swiftly. 

We all got out and I struggled as I heaved our surfboards, sliding one underneath both of my arms, and began walking down to the clearing I had scoped out this morning. 

Sarah and Cleo were laying out a thick picnic blanket as Kiara and John B tied off the canopy strings connected to four trees above our heads. 

I placed the boards against some fallen palm trees and smiled at the group's work. "Thanks, guys," I grinned, wrapping my arms around Pope and Sarah's sweaty shoulders. 

"Anytime," Pope nodded. 

"Yeah, JJ deserves it." John B grabbed Sarah's hand and I watched her smile widen, her eyes brightening slightly. 

"Okay, now operation kidnap," Cleo grinned, spinning her knife between her fingers. 

A nervous laugh escaped my lips, "Without the sharp object, right?" 

Cleo sent me a sweet smile and shrugged. 

.  .  .

When we got back to the Chateau it was still dead silent, I gently pushed open the door to the guest room and then delicately shut it behind me. 

The crisp white sheets were tangled in his limbs and lay artistically over his toned chest. 

I crawled into the bed next to him, pushing the hair away from his face. He hummed, a lingering smile on his features. I sunk into the mold of his chest and pressed my lips affectionately against his jaw. His arms wrapped around me and I kissed his cheek as JJ pulled me closer. 

"Hey, put some clothes on okay? I've got a tiny-tiny surprise." I whispered and he nodded, his eye lashed barely even fluttering. 

I sat up and pecked his lips gently, he reciprocated my movements and I snickered softly. "Don't forget your swimsuit, J," I called and left the room.