#Gibbs literally never kept it in his pants

[hotch-stufff]

Is That My Hoodie?

Pairing: Leroy Jethro Gibbs x Reader

Prompts: "you're so warm", "have you seen my hoodie?"

Warnings: literally nothing, this is completely fluff, maybe some slightly suggestive stuff, but I'm not even kidding when I say a ton of fluff

Word Count: 1.0k words

A/N: loved this request, it made me happy, hope you all like it ❤, gif is not mine

Request: Could you do a 11 (You're so warm) and 40 (Have you seen my hoodie) fluff one-shot, where R and Gibbs are married (they knew each other from the marines, as he still was with Shannon, but git together as she joined the NCIS) and she has a habit of stealing his hoodies or something and he finds them strayed around the house; for example one is in the basement, one tangled between the sheets of the bed, one in the bathroom, and a few in the basement and kitchen and he just finds it amusing but a little annoying. Idk just some fluff🥺🥺❤

------------

Gibbs had had a hard life.

He didn't have the best of luck when it came to his family. People were always leaving or being ripped away from him. 

And he was tired of it.

So when he found you, he held on tight nd didn't let go. Of course it had taken you a while to break down those walls for him to let you in.

But it was so worth it..

He was the love of your life. And you wouldn't trade it for the world..

Especially because he had the best sweatshirts ever.

They were soft and warm, and too big for you. You loved to steal them and curl up on the couch, or even slip into bed while he was away, his smell still lingering on the hoodie.

You would even end up stealing them on hard cases, because it brought you a comfort that you hadn't been able to find before.

They were so just comfortable, that you just kept stealing them. That and it was just funny watching him trying to find all of his hoodies when you had taken them, and pro ably strewn them across your house.

Like tonight for example..

Gibbs was cold, very cold.

His basement was always freezing, but it never bothered him.

But tonight, he had spent hours down there, and now he needed a hoodie.

Now he loves his wife. Very much so. But you had a serious problem when it came to stealing his clothes. Specifically those hoodies. And he wouldn't be shocked if he went upstairs and found the drawer empty. 

He walked upstairs, you nowhere in sight, and went to your shared bedroom, digging around his drawers for a hoodie.

Except he was right, it was empty.

Not a single hoodie in sight. He knew you had taken them. But you couldn't possibly be wearing them all, and he had no clue where they could be. But, he just smiled to himself as he began searching his room.

He checked under the bed, finding one tucked away.

Another was hidden between the sheets, all wrapped up on top of the bed.. Another on the bathroom floor, lying in a pile of clothes A fourth hidden behind the dryer. Why? He had no idea. 

And a fifth thrown on top of the fridge in the kitchen.

The kitchen one just confused him.

It was kind of annoying, he just wanted his hoodie, and this wasn't a one time thing where they would all be missing.

But he couldn't help but smile at the fact that you kept stealing them. It was extremely adorable. And he loved seeing you in his clothes. Made him get all possessive. 

That and he thought you looked so cute all curled up with a hoodie 2 sizes to big. The sleeves would be too long for your hands, and the extra material would bunch at your waist.

You were also always really warm when you were were wearing one, and it was always the perfect time for him to just wrap his arms around you and lay in blissful peace.

As he continued searching, he had found almost all of his sweatshirts, all except his favorite one. 

His absolute favorite USMC hoodie. He knew exactly where it may have been. And of course he was right.

"Honey?" He called across the house.

"Yes?" You called back from the living room.

He walked out, only to find you curled up, looking nice and toasty on the couch.

"What's up?" You asked. 

He didn't say a word as he climbed between you and the back of the couch, wrapping himself around you like a koala.

"What are you doing?" You laughed as he literally curled around you and pulled you as close as possible. 

"Hmm, you're so warm." He whispered into your hair, causing you to giggle. He sounded so soft right now.

"Is that so?" You pressed your nose into his neck, nuzzling closer.

"Yes." He peppered kisses across your head, rubbing soothing circles along your hoodie clad back.

Then he realized what you were wearing, and why he was here in the first place.

"Have you seen my sweatshirt?" You froze next to him. Of course you had, you were in his favorite sweatshirt. Why would you be wearing anything else. But you played along.

"Um, no?" You said, although it sounded more like a question. He snorted, actually snorted.

"Yeah, that was convincing." You both laughed, as he moved his hands around your hips, pulling you impossibly closer.

"Stop stealing my sweatshirts, Y/n Gibbs." He tried sounding commanding, but his voice was muffled and he sounded so happy.

But you continued to play along.

"How dare you demand such a thing." You sighed dramatically. Dissolving into a fit of giggles as he began tickling your sides. "Wait, Jet-" you gasped for breath. "Stooop it!" He wouldn't let up.

"Don't make me use your full name!" You threatened.

"You wouldn't dare"

"Try me." He stopped immediately and a staring contest began.

But soon you both burst into laughter. 

The laughter died down quickly though, and his arms were still wrapped around you, your faces mere inches apart. 

"You know, it's going to take a lot of convincing for me to give back this sweatshirt." You whispered, gently bumping his nose with your own.

He just hummed in response.

And he leaned in and kissed you. God, you would never get tired of kissing this man.

It was always passionate, and loving, and hot. 

He deepened the kiss, pulling another gasp from you. His hands inched under your shirt, and swept across your stomach. 

His leg slipped between your own and you moaned softly at the bruising pace his kisses were setting.

The kiss was getting more heated by the second when he took your bottom lip in his own and he gently pulled away.

You leaned back, panting for breath.

"How was that for convincing?" Your husband asked.

"I don't know. I think I need a little more."

"Mmm, okay. I see." And he leaned back in, sealing your lips once again.

He spent the rest of the night trying to convince you, and it was some good convincing.

But, spoiler alert, you never gave back the sweatshirt.

------------

Requests are still open, so keep sending in asks! Or if you want to read more of my works, check out my masterlist pinned on my page!

#imagine #reader insert #angst #fluff #jethro gibbs x reader #gibbs imagine #ncis gibbs #jethro gibbs #gibbs #gibbs x reader #leroy jethro gibbs x reader #leroy jethro gibbs #ncis x reader #ncis imagine #ncis