The Floozy • JJ MAYBANK • Outerbanks

•choking• ITS NOT KINKY ITS A FIGHT PLEASE STOP SKIPPING IT LMAO I NEED VIEWS

No it's not anywhere near as kinky as it sounds soz 😔
Paris woke up, still in JJ's arms, around the same time he did.
"Well nice of you two to wake up, not like I'm waiting on you or anything."
Groaning, the girl sat up.
"Waiting for what, might I ask?"
"Field trip to Miss Lana's, to ask why Scooter had my fathers compass."
"Absolutely not. No-"
"P, come o-"
"Don't P me, John. I am having no part in harassing a grieving widow. I'm gonna go surfing or something, like normal people do."
"On your own?" JJ sat up and pressed a gentle kiss onto Paris' shoulder, making John B pull a face.
"Don't you start JJ-"
"Chill beautiful, I'm not, I was just checking."
The girl smiled and peeled herself out of the blonde boys arms and headed to the bathroom where she changed.
"You know you two could come with me, instead of pestering miss Lana?"
John B pulled a face, "it's not pestering-"
"It is."
"Is not."
JJ laughed, "she does have a point-"
"Oh shove off, both of you, if you wanna come, come."
Paris shook her head and walked out.
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After about an hour of lounging around with JJ, the girl had finally dragged her board to the beach. Sighing happily, she glanced out at the waves, before pulling her shorts off.
"Hey."
Paris turned around to see Peter.
"Look, I just wanted to say that I'm sorry- I was- I shouldn't have-"
"Okay." The girl turned around and went to walk off.
He caught her wrist, "okay? That's all you have to say? Don't you want to say anything to me?" The boy was waiting for her forgiveness.
"Yes, goodbye."
She made a move to leave again, but he still held on.
"No, no, no. I mean you don't just say okay to me, you know? You say you're forgiven, or that's alright. Don't be fucking rude."
Sighing, Paris turned back around, "you're not, and it isn't, so I think you should let go."
"Or what? You gonna run to Mommy? Yeah, I've heard about how badly you treated her."
She sighed once more, before taking a small step back, contemplating her next move.
"Cat got your tongue?"
In a few small movements, she rotated her wrist, cupped Peters neck in one hand, and curl kicked him in the chest forcing him on his back where he started gasping for air.
"I told you, I told you you should have let go," she murmured, before finding a new spot on the beach.
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"John B? JJ? Is anyone in?"
Paris looked around the house. Something was wrong, she could feel it. She turned the corner, only to be met by two somewhat burly men.
"Who are you?"
They stood up, towering over her.
"Girl, if I were you, I would leave."
She stared them down, not moving.
"I asked you who you are."
"Little girl, my boy will hurt you if you don't go, and we wouldn't want to ruin that pretty little face of yours, now would we? I'm being nice here, and giving you five seconds to get out."
Paris noted the guns in both of their pockets.
"What have you done to my friends, where are they?"
She jumped as the rooster started crowing loudly, whilst one of the men caught her off guard and hit her, making blood spurt out of her nose.
After that she was fully alert. As the man swung, the girl ducked, before grabbing him round the ankles and using her full body weight to knock him down.
The other one ran at her. Paris swerved and jumped on his back, wrapping her arms around his neck and squeezing.
Gasping for breath, the man started throwing his back into things to force her off, but made no success. He stumbled outside and with all his might, he forced his back into the side of the Twinkie. Finally Paris fell off onto her back.
The man towered over her, wrapping his hands around her neck. She smirked at the sudden pressure, before squeezing the mans arms together with her elbows, throwing her hips upwards, and wrapping her thighs around his neck. She squeezed as hard as she could, choking him out, while he wriggled between her legs.
Just as the square grouper was about to pass out, Paris felt a boot come into contact with her face. Her nose started to bleed again and her lip was busted open.
He dragged her up and doubled over as her knee came into contact with his groin. The man had had enough; with the butt of his gun he swung at her forehead, making her drop to the ground.
"Fuck."
As everything started to darken, she heard the man tell the other to come on, and the sound of a car driving off.
Bodies suddenly surrounded her.
"Paris?"
"Oh my god."
"Is she breathing?"
"Fuck. Should we call someone?"
She could only just make out JJ running his hands through his hair, both of them covered in blood.
"Hey hot stuff." She grinned with blood in her teeth, not being able to see properly. "Why is my boyfriend covered in blood?"
Almost immediately after catching JJ smile a little, she passed out.

Hey guys I'm alive :) I got my phone taken away so that why I've not posted lmao but I'm back until I do something dumb and get it taken away again 😌😼
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