#jj maybank in CK underwear!

[elsaellaelys]

Calvin Klein boxers

summary: Y/N is a simp for JJ's underwear.

580 words

pairing: boyfriend!JJ Maybank x girlfriend!fem!reader

a/n: Really short, but I just wanted to take it out of my mind.

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Y/N discovered her fixation for JJ's boxers early when they met, with his low waist shorts, the first time she saw him shirtless, cargo shorts loose on the hips, she almost lost balance and she's sure, since JJ kissed her, her knees are not strong as before.

When they first slept together he was using Calvin Klein boxers, Y/N could even feel the smell of new cloth, it made her heart ache, cause he was so attentive, and it made she clench her thights together cause he looked so freaking hot. She always loved the way it fitted in his hips, loved to feel the soft cotton and the curves of his ass, love to take them off of him.

One day, though, she noticed he wasn't using them anymore, just navy blue Jockeys and red Reebok, that she liked of course, - how he could ever look bad? - she couldn't help, but realize the Calvin Klein boxers kink she had and how much of a man he looked in them.

"Where are your Calvin Klein boxers?" she asked trying to sound as casual as possible, it was morning, Y/N was brushing her hair, JJ was getting dressed.

"I was in sitting in the dock and got up fast, my shorts and boxers got stuck in a nail, they ripped real good." he laughed. "And that's a fuck, y'know? They were expensive."

It got she wondering about it more and more, and should she feel embarassed for being attracted to her boyfriend's boxers? That's what got she measuring his underwear secretly, spending hours in the internet looking for the right color, the right fabric, the right size, the right prize - cause she was a pogue after all.

It took about a month for the package to arrive - drawbacks of living in an island - when it came she dropped everything and headed to the Chateau, JJ was lazily throwed on the couch with a beer in his hand. She stormed in. "JJ! I have something for you!"

Only after the words she looked around to find Pope and John B.. JJ smirked, he felt almost haughty, his pretty girlfriend standing there with tight capri pants, halter top, small box in her arms, and his friends were there looking curious for something that were for him. He patted the spot beside him on the sofa. "Come here, show me."

She discreetly eyed the guys across the room and refused, shooking her head, she reached for his hand bringing him to the guestroom.

"Okay, I bought this for you because, I have to admit, I think you look so hot with them." she gabbled, looking through the drawers for a scissors. "Shit." Without patience she grabbed a pen and pierced the tape, opening it fastly and carelessly.

"Alright then." JJ laughed. When she pulled off the Calvin Klein bag he furrowed his eyebrows, she gave him and he took it. "Can't believe you did this..."

"Oh please, cut the bullshit." "No, you didn't have to spend your money on me."

"Take it as a early birthday gift. I really wanted you to have it." He forced his lips against hers, in a strong peck, she smiled even more widely.

"Go try it on, you silly."

"You really want to see me in underwear, don't you?" he joked, unbuttoning his shorts, her cunt heated just with the sound of his zippers.

"Actually I'm thinking more about taking them off after that."