Having JJ Maybank as a boyfriend had to be the most chaotic thing ever. You loved that boy more than anything on this fucking earth. He was a perfect mix of sweet & caring - funny and chaotic - but also freaky as fuck.

This man doesn’t care where yall are. The car, your place, behind The Chateau, the movies, The Twinkie, it literally didn’t matter. He could never keep “lil j” (yes, that’s what he called it), in his pants to save his damn life.

From stealing your pop tarts, to eating you out, there was never a dull moment with JJ. He was also a total ‘munch’. I mean, he got so drunk off your pussy once he claimed he might “get diabetes”. He was so ridiculous.

Neither one of you had any patience. Especially whenever you two were on the road, you’d get so bored that you would suck him off while he was driving - which always led to him finding an abandoned parking lot and fucking your creamy cunt to an oblivion. While blasting Rihanna because you LOVED Rihanna. And SZA. And Frank Ocean.

You loved music so fucking much and JJ knew that. Hell, you made playlists on spotify and apple music for every mood, friend, aesthetic, occasion, and him. You had so many playlists about you and him.

He had TOO many nicknames for you too. Basically any pet name out there depending on what his mood was. Obviously there was your actual nickname - for your name. There was also baby, sweetheart, mama, ma, princess, cupcake (not often but on occasion), pretty girl, babe (came out sometimes), angel, baby girl, etc. You get the jist (or gist?? Idk).

He also loved watching you surf. He’d act like he was never ogling you but he kind of was. (Respectfully).

Anyways, you two were currently in your room. Your parents didn’t know about your little boyfriend, so the second that you said that your parents were out of town for a few weeks, he didn’t waste time to be at your beck and call.