I canāt stop thinking about a blurb of JJ working on his bike and reader wants to spend more quality time with him so she joins in and tries to help but sheās not very good? So JJ is very patient and slightly teasing but shows her how he does everything and itās just cute and fluffy? Love everything you write sooooo much!!!
pairing; jj maybank x fem!reader
authors note; now that youāve sent this i canāt stop thinking about it either. i adore this request, hope u enjoy <3
The hammock is thick, knitted, and not close enough to JJ.
Heād insisted that you sit and look pretty in the shade, like the āotherworldly goddessā you are. You were in his vicinity and that at least will have to suffice for the time being whilst he wrestles with whatever mishap has apprehended his dirt bike now.
Just observing him do so, was a pleasing sightā as heās shirtless, his tanned skin begging to be touched. Abs adjusting to every bend and pull he makes to acquire the right angle whilst his chest flexes in unison. Shark tooth necklace dangling about in any which way. God. He shined with a gleam of sweat from the rays beaming wistfully on him. With a bandana hanging slack out of the many pockets on his cargo shorts. You really desired to drag you finger across each and every crevice that made up JJās built frame in front of you. Thatās not even to count the way he chugs a beer down every thirty minutes or soā tilting his head back the slightest, making the locks of his hair follow, his Addams apple bobbed up and down with every gulp. If he missed his mouth you were lucky to see dribbles of it seep from the corners, and heād just wipe it away with his wrist, like second nature, only to chuck the crushed can somewhere in the patchy yard.
With that being the view, one could merely imagine why you are so helplessly antsy in this damn hammock.
Heās tightening the bolt on his bike stand to readjust as he thought it was loose. Your jaw shouldāve been on the floor with the way the veins in his arm bulged with every twist, instead you settled with salivating.
You getting up to muster a helping hand was the farthest thing from JJās mind.
Because, if not physical interaction thereās quality timeā and thereās never too much of that.
āJ, do you need any help?ā
āYeah baby, you can go get me another beer out of the cooler-ā
āNo I mean like help, help.ā
JJ thought he was in another dimension, that he was seeing double, or that the earth was about to swallow you whole. Help? His forehead is forming wrinkles at such a foreign gesture leaving your mouth, orbs glaring up at you standing over him in obvious perplexity.
JJ scoffs almost in disbelief, but thereās a partial laugh stuck in his throat. You offer him a tight lipped grin, as if to say you were being all the way serious. Sat on a flat makeshift old cardboard box so his khaki cargo shorts wouldnāt get covered in dirt and debris than they already were, he pats the open space encouraging for you to sit next to him.
Thereās a wrench in his hand, the movements of his elongated fingers to the sliver wrench is writhing around the bolt in an effort to make the bike stand compact. With the bike lying on its side, it was of uncomplicated access for JJ to keep it intact. You lie your head mindlessly on his shoulder, perspiring but nevertheless still encapsulating a form of solace. Your hand gently smoothed over the coating of skin about his spine, persisting to delve into whatever it was JJ was saying.
āSee this wrench right here?ā He spoke, directing you with such ease, he feels the heat of your cheek rub against his shoulder, nodding your head yes. āTurn it, and then keep turning it until itās tight enough okay?ā
He drops the wrench into your palm, locking his fingers with yours for a split second only to slink an arm lazily around your shoulders. Part of him was elated at your sudden interest in one of his hobbies, the other part of him is wallowing in suspicion but, he wonāt complain because itās a little more time with you.
And he could always use a little more time with you.
Even a night apart is far too much to handle.
The cool metal is surrounded by your calloused digits, and JJ is already interjecting.
āNah baby, thatās the wrong way, turn it towards me,ā He chuckles slightly, mainly due to the fact that he just gave you exact directions not even a moment ago. Itās not frustrating though, no, itās really amusementā plus, thereās a tiny frown plying to your features which he finds captivating.
Something that was miniscule to JJ, when you canāt even spin the wrench a notch to the left, almost like it was stuck. āFuck! Why is it so hard to turn?!ā You are muffled, gritting through your teeth, with a fully clenched jaw and it wonāt budge. Though JJ, glides his finger tips up and down your arms, in reassurance that āitāll happenā, even if itās tomorrow at this rate.
āYouāll get it ā¦ just try again, pretty girl.ā
He readjusts your grasp on the wrench, and you swat his hand away, trying to accomplish it on your own in this dire summer atmosphere.
āDonāt think you make a very good helper, baby.ā
You shoot him a glare, knowing itās fully said pit of love. He presses a wet kiss to your cheek, to compensate for his loving insult. It stains your the skin, as itās sloppy and full of affection. Despite it, you elbow him with a nudge to his stomach and heās winded, punishing him for pestering sweet nothings in your ear.
It took that last push for it to turn, and JJ is biting back his bottom lip in eagernessā the bolt anticipating itās release. With a slight grunt, itās turning, itās turning, and itās tight.
āThaās my girl, did so good!ā
