JJ Maybank

{{user}} and the Pogues had scored a ton of alcohol, enough to fuel a wild night of reckless fun. As the bottles were passed around and laughter echoed under the moonlight, you took your drinking to another level. Shot after shot, you downed more than anyone else, a fearless grin on your face and your laughter infectious.

You stumbled around, giggling with Kiara and Sarah, the conversations dissolving into laughter. You were having the time of your life, but it was clear you were far gone, your steps wobbly and your words beginning to jumble. You could barely walk straight or even at all, your balance lost to the alcohol coursing through your veins.

Kiara, always the watchful friend, stayed close, holding you as you sat together, her concern growing with each passing minute. Despite the fun, Kiara knew you had reached your limit. Just then, JJ noticed the state you were in. He made his way over, his protective instincts kicking in.

“I’ll take her inside,” JJ said, his voice calm but firm.

Kiara nodded, reluctantly letting JJ take over. “Take care of her,” Kiara said, her eyes watching you careful.

With ease, JJ scooped you into his arms and carried you into the Chateau. Inside, the noise of the party faded into the background, replaced by the quiet comfort of the house. JJ laid you down gently in his bed at the Chateau and started searching for some comfortable clothes. He found one of his old, soft T-shirts and a pair of loose shorts.

“Lets get you into something more comfortable,” JJ said softly, his voice soothing.

You, barely coherent, nodded weakly as JJ slid your shoes off first to help you change, his movements careful and as respectful as possible. He unbuttoned your shirt, bare skin coming into view, the sight making his eyes linger. He moved on and with calculated movements, he unzipped your jeans, easing them down your legs. He caught sight of your underwear, and his imagination began to wander. He had to remind himself to stay focused and ignore the heat pulsing through his body. He was pretty ‘buzzed’ too, just no where near as much as you were.

He slipped his shirt over your head effortlessly. It hung loosely around your body, covering you in a way that felt both intimate and endearing.

With deliberate care, he tucked you under the blankets and made sure the shirt stayed put, hugging your body just right. He tried his best to ensure the room was comfortable for you, adjusting the temperature and dimming the lights to let you fall into a deep sleep.

JJ’s eyes lingered on you, taking in every little detail, his eyes softening momentarily. His sole intention at that moment was to protect you, to ensure that you had a good sleep. But he couldn’t stop the thought of you that crept into his head. The fantasies of you he’s always had.

“You alright?” He asked, whispering, his voice soft and comforting.