request; jj blurb idea! wearing his clothes for the first time/him seeing you in his clothes for the first time. maybe showering at the chateau but you didnât bring anything so he gives you a tshirt! hehe literally kicking my feet under the table rn
warnings; fluff, maybe suggestive
authors note; i was doing the same when you sent this anon in love with this idea ! (req a blurb from below w whatâs left on the prompt list, or send in blurb, imagines, & fic ideas) a few more hours until season 3!
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The opportunity to wear JJâs clothes tainted your thoughts undoubtedly.
Not only because it belonged to him but because everything about JJâs wardrobe, is so JJ.
No problem with repping any and everything that belonged to your infamous boyfriend. Wether it be wearing his pair of boxers as shorts, a wife beater to slumber in, or a random tee shirt to go out in broad day light.
You just longed for his material to be around your figure.
Congenial and adequate, soft yet comfortableâ all elements of his clothes that are alike with JJ.
They are his clothes, after all.
Stood smack in the the middle of JJâs room at the chateau. His window partially open, wind bristling from the night air, making its way through. Whilst the hard wood floors beneath the two of you tracked the imprints of your feet. Bed rolled around in, from you forcing JJ off of you thenâ merely to let you get up and off of the bed to shower, that you did. Since you came out though, wearing little clothing, (given that there wasn't much of your own items lying around at the Chateau) he hasn't let you be.
He encapsulates you with his sinewy arms, body swallowing you whole. Whilst you forcefully push your hands against his broad, shirtless chestâ the skin mellow and thick. Indentations of your miniature hands marking his skin, like your were a rag doll; screaming for dear life.
All JJ could muster was a low, raspy chuckle.
âSay you wonât leave.â
JJ wanted to make love to you all day long.
To emotionally make love, to have and hold. A day full of luster, every millisecond spent around or with you. To confide in and maybe even shrink you and put you in his pocket.
âYou know I canât, I donât have another change of clothes.â
Behind every âcanâtâ JJ miraculously finds a way, opportunity at hand to see you clad in something of his.
âLets find you something of mine?â
JJ flicks his tongue, peering down at you due to the fact that he knows heâs won and you arenât moving a muscle. His hands maneuver themselves to the lower part of your ass, hands habitually grasp the masses with a squeeze of his hands.
âAre you gonnaâ give me something to wear then or what?â
You hid your secret giddiness inside, not wanting to be the one to initiate this sentimentâ things seemingly working themselves out anyway.
âActually, baby ⊠just fuckinâ walk around naked ⊠sâeven better.â
He acknowledges the glint in your eye, possibly even a twitch that says, âget me some damn clothes before I wring your neck.â
âOkay okay, whatchaâ thinkinâ a little Heywards t-shirt action ⊠Bait Shop shirt ⊠?â
He let go of you distastefully, instantly salivating for the contact again. Walking over to the wooden drawers of his dresser, pulling out multiple optionsâ signaling you to come over and pick.
And you turn around, facing the emptiness of his room, that wasnât his room, but nonetheless. Rummaging was heard as he hummed and mumbled minuscule things to himself.
âTurn around, pretty girl.â
An off-black brownish t-shirt is thrown into your hands. A decor in the upper left side that read âSex Wax Est 2005â, font circular and embellished with stars on either end.
He was already turning around, the gentlemen that he prided on being. You grinned at the cotton beneath your digits, bringing it up to your noseâ though it had been washed, his powerful musk still retained it. The silky sensation of yeasty beer and a freshly rolled blunt encompassed your senses.
If only he knew your fixation was obsessive beforehand.
âIâll just be here ⊠yâknow ... missin' my girl."
Feet away, physical touch being his love language fully had a choke hold on him per usual.
After you were done with your inspection you pulled the thin material of your cropped cami past your shoulders, bra clasped tight to your back. Leaving you to remove those lacey pocketed shorts that adorned your body; his shirt lazily pulled past your head, drowning you in its bigger size, falling just to your mid thigh.
The sole way to sleep with JJ disclosed.
You felt more his than you ever had in the past; claiming his array of bib and tucker with exuberance.
His baby suffocating in him.
You cleared your throat gesturing for him to turn around, his mouth gaping open as he's awe struck; open long enough that you were impressed something didn't fly in it.
"Shit you look better than me!"
Ogle eyes whilst his mouth formed a tight-lipped smile, stomach churning and insides wavering at the woman he chose to take part in his life with him.
It may be a shirt to most, but with his person inside of it made it all the more nostalgic, heart growing tender.
"C'mere gotta get a better look at you."
Following suit you step forward to him, lips instantly connecting with your jaw with pure infatuation.
"Yeah? Think I can pass as the new JJ Maybank?" In the same position the two of you were in minutes ago, except grins are wider and souls aching all the more for eachother; and you mocked him.
"Pass me a beer and a J."
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