Drabble of jschlatt with a small (male) reader wearing his clothes?
Schlatt is honestly in love at first sight. He did not think that something so simple would have this big of an effect on him, but his heart is beating so fast and words catch in his throatAfter the first time seeing you in his clothes, he'll definitely begin leaving his clothes at your place on purpose. He'll pretend to forget them and then suggest you keep them afterwards. He might even go out of his way to leave baggier clothing behind just to see your short frame engulfed by the fabricIf it's ever brought up, he will be a firm denier. There's no way he will admit that he likes seeing you in his clothing, not to you or anyone else. A secret, that isn't too well hidden, that he can try to take to the graveHe won't say much about your appearance, simply becoming a bit more affectionate or handsy. However, if you wear something of his just to provoke a reaction then he won't hold back. Constant teasing, suggestive remarks and affection tossed your wayYour closet will become a mixture of his clothes and your own, whether they fit you or not. For someone who usually dresses in suits and tuxedos, he has plenty of sweatshirts and sweaters for you to take
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The sound of rain hitting the roof, echoes in the quiet house. Occasionally, a bolt of lighting strikes in the distance, momentarily filling the rooms with light, then followed by the booming sound of thunder. The front door slams open and two men stumble inside and shut it harshly behind them. They pant, soaked and out of breath from trying to escape the sudden storm.
The shorter of the two turns to look outside, a slight frown forming on his face. It's too late to try and head back home now, especially since the storm would make the trip much more difficult. The other man, Schlatt, seems to think the same. The ram hybrid flicks the light switch repeatedly, obnoxiously even; huffing when the lights don't turn on. Meanwhile, you toss your coat aside, struggling to wipe the water off of your face.
"I'm going to take a shower." You briefly mumble and head towards the bathroom, knowing he won't mind. He doesn't say much, simply nodding before turning back to the light switch. Hopefully, the water will still be on, even if the electricity is off. Around half way through the shower, the lights come back on. It's a major relief since it was becoming difficult to tell apart the bottles you'd grab from one another.
When finished, you grab a towel, dry off and head out to Schlatt's room. Your clothes are too soaked to put back on, except for your underwear. The hybrid won't mind you snatching something of his, especially if you're staying the night again.
You push through various drawers, struggling to find something that seems remotely comfortable. Finally, you come across a hidden gem: a drawer full of sweaters and sweatshirts. You pull out the first one, a dark blue sweater Schlatt hasn't worn in months. Normally, he'd wear it when the colder seasons rolled around or when he didn't feel like turning on the heat.
With a grin, you pull it over your head, sinking into the softness of the fabric. The sleeves bunch up over your hands and the sweater comes down to your thighs, far too big. You're unsure whether it's because of Schlatt's height or because of his broad frame, but you don't mind. Baggier clothes are comfier anyway.
You bring the collar of the sweater up to your nose, taking in the scent of his cologne and detergent. You're so concentrated on the action that you don't even notice Schlatt walking into the room. He pauses in the doorway, choking on his tongue. His eyes rack over your figure, taking in the view. And, when you smell the sweater, he raises an eyebrow despite the heat in his face.
"I could kiss you right now." You spin around at his words, eyes wide. You shout loudly, nearly tripping as you back up in embarrassment. Schlatt laughs, tearing up from the shocked look on your face. "I'm just teasing you." He grins smugly, proud of himself. You groan, hands lifting to try and rub away the heat in your cheeks.
"You do look cute though." Schlatt looks you over again, spending perhaps too long staring at your thighs and neck. "You should wear my clothes more often." You grumble in response, struggling to ignore his remarks. You toss a half-assed thanks in his direction before walking over. You try to brush past the hybrid and out of his bedroom, but he catches you easily.
He drags you into a hug, relishing in the way that your body presses against his own. He has to slouch over slightly to lay his head on your shoulder, his height dwarfing your own. The way you seem so small compared to him, makes his pride inflate. Maybe it's his instincts taking over or just the thought of being taller than someone else that makes him so happy. Lost in thought, he nips at the side of your neck, hand trailing from your hips to your ass.
"Schlatt!" The smaller male shouts in surprise from the action, slapping his fists weakly against the other's chest. With a dry chuckle, Schlatt backs away, raising his hands in mock surrender. He obviously doesn't feel bad about what he did, a smug grin on his face. You puff your cheeks out, still embarrassed by the gesture.
With a sigh, you grab his hand. "Let's just go watch a movie." You drag him behind you, refusing to mention what he just did. He doesn't mind though. You flop onto the couch, tossing your legs over his own for comfort. He falls back into the cushions as well, hardly able to pay attention to the show you put on. His mind is stuck on the image of you in his mind, wearing his clothes. Before you head back home tomorrow, he will have to give you more of his clothes just so he can see you like that again.
