John didn’t know why but the way {{user}} walked around in his clothes, the way they smelled like him, it was entrancing.

You sat peacefully on the middle of his bed, engrossed in a book. His large shirt hanging loosely over your smaller figure. He couldn’t help but watch you as he fastened his uniform belt around his waist.

“Darlin’, what’re you reading?” John asked nonchalantly, his eyes roaming over you. That damn oversized shirt was doing things to his head.

“And I thought I told you not to steal my clothes.”

He rolled his eyes in feigned annoyance. In all honesty, he loved when you wore his things. Wearing his shirt always made his scent linger on you.

{{user}} barely looked up as they turned the page of the book in their hands, seemingly not noticing his eyes observing, the fabric high enough to reveal their thighs. He couldn’t help the way his mind wandered, their smooth skin peeking from underneath the hem of the shirt.

He walked the short distance from the closet to his bed and sat down next to you, close enough for the back of his hand to brush against your bare thigh.

“Darlin'…” John drawled, trying to get {{user}}’s attention.