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Your clothes have been going missing.
At first they were small things: socks, underwear. You figure this is kind of normal. Dryers have a tendency to just steal shit don’t they? There’s always the odd sock out. But then, maybe a few weeks later, you notice more of your clothes missing. Skirts and dresses namely. It was driving you insane.
Now you’re inclined to believe someone is stealing from you. Which, given the fact that it’s a communal laundry room at your dorm, is definitely a possibility. You had no idea how they managed to know exactly when you were going to do laundry, and apparently this was only happening to you. Maybe you were cursed or haunted or some crazy shit. But it was more likely that someone just really had it out for you, and you couldn’t for the life of you figure out who it was.
On yet another frustrating laundry day (this time your Halloween costume was missing, God what a dick) you make your way to your boyfriend Gerard’s room. You guys have been dating for roughly a year now, meeting at the art school you both attend. He’s your best friend, to be honest. Inseparable since you asked to sit next to him at a lecture.
Well, inseparable , except Gerard didn’t answer your text about you coming over. You wondered if he was asleep, but it was 10 pm, and Gerard was nothing if not a night owl. You figure he’s probably just busy, and he certainly wouldn’t mind if you dropped by. With that in mind you find yourself in front of his door. The small whiteboard next to it had a drawing of a little bat with a date next to it. Probably the date of his next show with his band. You make a mental note to save the date as you push the door open. Gerard usually leaves it unlocked, which you had warned him against.
“Well, what if you need me and I can’t hear you? Or I’m asleep?” Gerard argued when you told him he should start locking it, and the sentiment was so nice you couldn’t find the heart to press him about it again.
When you open the door you see Gerard, and not only do you see him, he’s wearing that exact missing costume you had thrown in the dryer. The cheerleader costume, green and white and…you know what, you never noticed it looking that short on you. Your mouth is dry, and Gerard is staring at you like a deer in headlights. He’s standing in front of a floor length mirror. He probably thinks you’re mad at him, but truthfully you’re trying not to black out from how good he looks in your clothes.
The dress is hugging him a little too well, the skirt ending at his mid thigh, and when your eyes travel down you see those white knee high socks you were missing weeks ago. You had complained at length to Gerard about how they were gone forever, and now here they were, wrapping up his calves like presents.
“Hey,” you say, because it’s been silent for a little bit too long. Gerard is going to think you’re pissed. And you are pissed. Pissed that you aren’t having sex with him right now immediately. “You look nice.”
“Thanks.” Gerard is staring at the floor, his mess of black hair obscuring his face so he doesn’t have to look you in the eye.
“Like, really nice,” you emphasize, you close the door behind you and walk to him, ducking under to get him to look at you from his hair. You grin at him. “You look fucking hot, babe.”
Gerard finally looks up. He’s blushing furiously, but he smiles back at you a little weakly.
“You’re fucking with me,” he says quietly after searching your face for a few moments. He almost looks in awe, as if he can’t believe you think he looks good. As if he doesn’t look like the prettiest girl in the world right now.
“I’m serious! Dude, just tell me when you want to borrow clothes. You had me thinking someone was out to get me,” you laugh. Gerard noticeably relaxes, letting you grab him by the waist to look at him in full.
“Sorry. I felt kinda weird about buying my own,” he explains. He’s still blushing, probably because you’re staring at him, running your hands up and down his dress-clad sides.
“It’s cool, don’t worry about it baby,” you lean forward to press a kiss to his neck. Good, now that he knows you aren’t mad at him maybe he’ll be able to tell how badly you want to fuck. Gerard shivers, tilting his head to give you more space to work with. You suck a dark hickey into his neck and press a final kiss to it before pulling away to look at him.
He looks breathless, chest already heaving in that fucking tight uniform, and when you glance down you see a bulge, horribly concealed by the tight green fabric.
“Hey, do you wanna fuck?” you ask. Gerard gives you a lopsided smile, he looks amused by your suddenness.
“Yeah, yes,” he says, he starts trying to wriggle out of the costume when you click your tongue at him. He looks at you questioningly.
“Keep that on.”
Gerard blinks. As if he didn’t even consider that the costume is the reason why you’re whipped up into a frenzy in the first place, but he nods anyway. You crowd him towards his bed, pushing him back onto it and leaning over to kiss him. He opens his mouth to let you in happily, and you shift one of your hands down to smooth down his thigh, delightfully surprised when you realize his legs are shaved. How long that’s been going on you have no idea, but you moan into his mouth and shift that same hand up to flip the bottom of the dress up.
You lean back on your haunches to stare, Gerard’s hair is fanned out on the pillow under him, his cock hard in his underwear, surrounded by the soft green material of your dress. He’s smiling at you in a way that makes you swallow hard. Now that Gerard knows you’re game for this he’s slutting it up to the max, which is something you’re more than used to.
“You know how good you look, don’t you? That’s why you were standing in front of the mirror when I found you, huh?” you find yourself saying, you slip a hand under his briefs and palm at him. He gasps, bucking up into your hand.
“Yeah,” he breathes, he’s got this fucked out grin on his face already.
“Yeah,” you repeat, and you take him out of his underwear, sliding them down his smooth legs and tossing them behind you. You part his thighs and settle between them, his cock is hard and flushed, leaking onto the dress. You tear your eyes away from it to look around his dorm. It’s kind of a mess in here, you just now realize. The curtains are drawn, clothes on the floor. You’d have to help him clean soon.
“What are you looking for?” Gerard asks. It comes out more like a whine, he’s wondering why you aren’t touching him anymore. You put your room cleaning plans aside for now.
“Lube…?” you trail off questioningly.
Gerard raises an eyebrow at this.
“You want me to fuck you?” he asks.
“Oh, no. I want to fuck you,” you respond easily. “Is that okay?”
Gerard’s cock jumps slightly, his hands twisting into the sheets before nodding hastily. He leans over to open a bedside drawer and tosses you the lube. You squirt some onto your fingers, rubbing them together for a couple of seconds. You grab his cock, moving your fist fast and tight, and Gerard lets out a high pitched whimper.
“Good girl, ” you coo. This is entirely new territory, and for a moment you wonder if that was a weird thing to say. Gerard gasps out at this, though, bucking up in time with the pace of your hand. So, he liked that then. That’s interesting. There’s a steady stream of precum leaking from his head, and you use your thumb to press down, spreading it around. You slow down, but keep your fist tight, holding down Gerard’s hip with one of your hands so he doesn’t buck up anymore.
“You look so pretty,” you breathe, and God , he does. Some of his hair is sticking to his forehead, and practically every breath he lets out is a whimper. “What’d you do in my clothes, baby?”
“I— fuck, walked around campus in them,” Gerard moans out, and you could cum in your pants at this newfound knowledge. You can’t stop the strangled noise that comes out of you, speeding up on your hand on him. Gerard is laughing breathlessly, that slut. He knows that got to you bad.
“Why am I the last person to see you looking so pretty, babe?” and a part of you means it, unable to stop the sliver of jealousy curled in your gut at him walking around in your dresses and skirts. Being seen by everyone but you. Shy, introverted Gerard, with shaved legs and his partners skirts on, walking around campus. How you never saw him is a mystery to you.
“Nobody’s seeing me like this,” Gerard offers, and you feel your heart clench at this, leaning forward to kiss him. At the same time, you trail your hand down to his ass, circling his hole with your lube covered fingers. Gerard’s precum makes the slide even slicker, and he whines loudly into your mouth. You part from him, looking down at where your fingers prodded at his ass, his cock steadily leaking onto the skirt of the costume. The sight is enough to make you press your thighs together hard.
“Come on, please,” Gerard sounds wrecked, and you have mercy, sliding your middle finger into him. Gerard makes this loud, relieved sound, relaxing as if having something in his ass pacifies him. Your gut burns as you feel him around you, warm and tight.
“There’s my girl,” you murmur, pressing a kiss to his forehead. He tightens around you slightly, breathing out harshly. You decide to harp on it for a little bit as you gradually speed up the finger pumping in and out of him. “You like being my girl? You like to walk around campus in pretty clothes and get looked at sweetheart?” You add a second finger, Gerard throws his head back, whimpering out.
“Answer me,” you say gently, your fingers jab up at his prostate, and you watch in fascination as his back arches off the bed, cock spurting out a bit of precum. It stands out against the green of the dress, you notice faintly.
“ Yes! ” Gerard’s hand goes from the sheets below him to your thigh, gripping onto it tightly as you fingerfuck him. You feel frenzied from how turned on you are, but you’d have to be physically pried away from Gerard’s ass at this point, focused on getting him off.
“Maybe next time I can fuck you with my cock,” you hear yourself saying. Which is also new, and surprisingly natural for you to say, considering you don’t have one. Gerard’s eyes screw shut in response. He’s muttering pleases under his breath.
“You’d like that? I can cum inside of you if you want, plug it up inside of you and have you walk around campus in my clothes,” you’re brainstorming aloud, saying it almost thoughtfully as you abuse Gerard’s prostate. He’s writhing now, the grip on your thigh bordering on bruising. You don’t mind of course.
“ Oh, fuck, keep talking, please,” Gerard whines out. You swallow. You’ve never seen him like this before. Well, he’s always a submissive mess, but you don’t think you’ve ever seen him so unabashedly desperate . He’s grinding his hips down to meet your fingers, the hand that isn’t grabbing your thigh is bunched up in the skirt of the costume. You want to watch him cum.
“I’d have to be careful cumming in you though,” you hum, out, fingers grinding on his prostate. “Could get you pregnant, and what would everybody think if they saw you? Wearing my clothes around campus? Everyone would know who did it to you. They’d all think you’re the sluttiest girl here.” You have no idea where any of this is coming from, but your brain is so hazed out from being turned on that it doesn’t even matter. You tuck away the possible gender discussion you’ll have with yourself later.
That comment must’ve done him in, because Gerard doesn’t even get a chance to warn you before he’s cumming untouched, to your awe. He’s as loud as always, shooting thick ropes of cum up your costume and shuddering, eyes rolled back. You’re kissing at his face the whole time, praising him quietly. All attempts to shush him are fruitless, not that you mind. His neighbors might though.
You sit there, waiting for him to come down from his orgasm. His eyes are still closed, chest rising and falling deeply, and for a moment you wonder if he passed out.
“Are you sure this is okay?” he asks suddenly, his eyes still closed. You furrow your brow, looking down at your uniform streaked with cum.
“The dress? Yeah, of course it’s okay. We can just wash it, I think?”
Gerard snorts out a laugh, opening his eyes and sitting up.
“No, no. I meant me wearing… stuff like this in general.” He’s brought a hand up to his mouth, chewing on his nails. You gently take his hand away without missing a beat.
“I just fingered you in this dress and you’re asking me if it’s okay for you to wear it? You can wear whatever you want, baby,” you assure. You kiss the hand you’re holding, and Gerard smiles at you, small but genuine.
“Cool,” is all he says in response, but you can tell he looks relieved. You smile back at him, chest warm.
“Was the stuff I was saying too much, by the way?” It’s time for your performance evaluation. Gerard shakes his head quickly.
“God, no. That was awesome,” he’s sweating, dopey smile on his face, and you feel like you’re dying because he’s so beautiful. As if you could ever be mad at him. You plant a kiss on his forehead before standing up.
“We should wash that now, I actually have no idea if it’ll stain or not.” Gerard frowns a little.
“What about you?” Your heart melts. God, he’s the sweetest. You lean down, kissing him again.
“How about this, we wash it now. I’ll wear it next. You get me?”
Gerard’s eyebrows shoot up for a second, and now he’s suddenly sitting up, scanning around the room for wherever you threw his underwear.
He’s insatiable. You are too though.