Airbnb {Joji x Reader}

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"Cmon. Pack your bags. Let's go somewhere."

"Like where?"

"I don't know. But I'm really hyped on Red Bull."

"Well... where do you wanna go?"

"Las Vegas. Cmon I already packed your bag." He ran out.

     I hired a lady, a maid, to look after Akeila and keep the house in shape while I was gone. I gave her a room and told her she could sleep over. Even though she refused, I persisted. I told her not everything had to be in tip top shape and she could watch tv or use the hot tub. I wasn't gonna treat her like a slave. After that, me and Joji left to the air port in a taxi.

"Have your ticket?"

"Yep. Can I get the window seat?"

"Hell Yeah." He wrapped his arm around my waist and kissed my forehead.

"I've been gaining a lot of followers. Mostly girls because of your posts."

"What're they saying?"

"Oh you know... the usual. "Kill yourself. I'm better than him. He doesn't love you. He only wants your money. You're just using him. You need to break up." Blah blah blah."

"You're kidding."

"Nope. But it's fine. I'm yours."

"I know. I know." He huffed, clearly mad at the comments.

"Anyways. Is it just me and you or someone else going?"

"I could invite Ian and Max even though they just left. But Max is with Ian in LA anyways. Not that far from us."

We walked up, handed our ticket over, then boarded the plane.

"I went on the subway the other day. It was absolute hell."

"Really? Why?"

"I was getting humped from the front, back, and sides. It didn't make it better that they were all men who smelled like total shit."

"I'm a dude and I get groped so..." He chuckled as we sat down.

"It only happened once and it was from an elderly woman who almost fell and she grabbed my tit."

"Can I act like I'm falling so I can grab your tit?"

"I mean... you could. But you're sitting. You can grab me anytime. Just make sure it's not like... abusing me. I've had my fair share."

"Hey. Don't bring back bad memories." He wrapped his arm around me and took a look at my arms, still noticing the scars from that one asshole boyfriend. "What a fuckboy."

"Yeah." I yawned. "Can I put the arm rest up and lay in your lap since we have an empty seat?"

"Yeah." He moved to the seat that was outward a bit and put the armrests up, then pat his lap. "Cmon. And make it look like you're sucking me off."

"Shut up." I blushed and laid down, wiggling my head a bit, and trying to get comfortable. I heard a small grunt, making me look up at Jojis red face. "Am I..." He quickly nodded yes and I stayed still. "Sorry... you liked it though."

"Won't deny that." He muttered with a chuckle.

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"Y/n. Wake up. I need you to help me look for a house."

"Mmm." I stirred until my eyes finally fluttered open, looking straight up at Joji.

"You are double chinning so hard. And why are you glaring at me? It's not my fault you're picky."