Multi-Fandom Imagines :)

jj maybank (outer banks)

a request by SofiaMariaFifia :) (in this imagine you and JJ are aged up to about 20/21, for the sole reason that you guys are renting your own cozy house on the cut.)

y/n/n = your nick name

your pov

in any other setting and with any other person, I most certainly would've already lost my mind in quarantine. however, being stuck in the comfortable, waterside house me and the love of my life started renting just a couple of months before was not so bad- at all.

that was, unless JJ or the so called 'love of my life' paid me no mind. sure I easily could be doing something of my own, like reading a book, making lunch for us- because lord knows JJ has no idea what a proper meal is- or even cleaning up a bit around the place. but once i've done all of that, plus some more I tend to get seriously bored.

JJ on the other hand, never seems to grow bored. he's almost always got something to occupy himself. whether it's mowing the lawn, stuffing his face with whatever meal I decide to make him after he's smoked a joint or two or- the most attention consuming- playing video games on his Playstation 4.

not to say that his console doesn't benefit me as well. nearly every night me and JJ fall asleep cuddled up together watching some sit-com on Netflix. well, more like I fall asleep and he carries me to our room and then he falls asleep there.

but during the day is a whole different scenario. every second he's not doing something productive, or thanking me for making his lunch his eyes are glued to the video game of the day. I knew he'd be stuck on whatever game he was playing for hours on end, when he put his gaming headphones on. ones that I happen to have bought him for christmas a year or two ago, which now I deeply regret.

its now 4:38pm and JJ's been screaming into the mic of his headphones at who I presume are John B and Pope for four and a half hours. his fingers pressing so aggressively on all of the buttons over and over i'm afraid he might break the controller.

the only times JJ took even the slightest of breaks was to kiss me briefly, thanking me for lunch and to devour the grilled cheese and chips i'd prepared.

for the majority of the day I really tried to distract myself from the attention I was seeking. I wanted him to hold me, bury his head into my neck and rub my back. it worked for a little bit, until I finished all of the laundry, tidying up our room and got through three chapters of my current book. but eventually i'd finished everything and just wanted him to myself. though, wasn't about to tell him that straight forward.

so I thought up a plan or two, because sometimes he's hard to crack. the first thing I planned to try was seducing him, since I know that he's got to be the horniest person i've ever met.

I adjusted my red, lace bralette that I knew was his favorite and made my chest look better than other bras. paired with velvet, black pajama shorts that showed a lot of my butt- also adored by JJ. smiling at myself once more in the full body mirror, I left our bedroom and made my way toward the living room.

"shit Pope! shoot, shoot, shoot!" JJ yelled into the mic. I watched him from the side as he bit his lip in concentration. he was playing some shooting game, maybe Call of Duty? I wasn't sure.

coming up behind the couch, I rested my smallish hands on his broad shoulders. "hey baby," my voice was low and I massaged his bare, tense muscles.

my eyes trailed down his bare torso as he leaned back into my touch. "hey princess," JJ kept his eyes on the screen. even when I leaned down to press light kisses from his jawline to his neck. "no, John B. I wasn't talking to you. when have I ever called you 'princess'?" he said to John B, and I laughed a little.