You Only Dress Up For Me
married au
to avoid confusion: gee: he/him frank:he/him
photographer!dom!frank blogger!sub!gee
note: gee is a crossdresser in this. you have been warned.
about 550 words, give or take a few.
!!NFSW!! literally my first smut pls be gentle im aware that it sucks
“You're not going out in that outfit.”
Gerard sighed, turning to his husband. “Why not?”
Frank smirked, “Because you're mine, and you only dress up for me. Do you understand?”
Gerard nodded, but under his breath muttered, “not really.”
“What did you just say?” Frank raised his voice and glared at Gerard, but didn't move a muscle. His anger was always strangely calm.
“Not really.” Gerard gulped.
“Do you need me to make you understand?”
“N-no, sir.”
“Sir? Hmm. That's new.” Gerard's cheeks turned red as Frank stared him down. “You know, that skirt is too small for you; Must be kind of uncomfortable. Maybe you should take it off?”
Gerard looked up at Frank, his eyes innocent. Frank wasn't normally this straightforward with his flirting, at least verbally. He normally just initiated physical things blatantly. Gerard wasn't really sure how to react.
“You shy, angioletto?” Frank asked, “C'mere princess, it's okay.”
Gerard looked at the ground and shuffled over to his husband, sitting on his lap.
“Yeah? Good boy.” Frank smiled. “Can you get that skirt off for me?”
“Yeah..” Gerard stood up and clumsily pulled down his skirt, then melted back into Franks arms.
“Aw, are these the panties that you bought when we went to the mall last week?” Gerard nodded. “They look good on you.”
Frank held Gerard with one arm, and squeezed his ass with his available hand. Gerard whimpered.
“So pretty,” Frank mumbled, slipping his hand under Gerard's panties.
Gerard bucked his hips forward, “More, Frankie. Please.”
“More, huh? You aren't content with what I'm giving you?”
“That's not- Thats not what I meant.”
“Oh, really? Because it sure sounded like it.” Frank slapped Gerard across the face, “Don't be such a brat.”
Gerard rutted his hips against Franks thigh and let out a breathy moan. He buried his face in Franks neck.
“You know why you shouldn't be a brat?”
Gerard shook his head.
“Because brats don't get to come.”
“But-” Gerard started.
“No buts. Don't be a brat, or you get punished. Stay quiet, or you get punished.”
“A-ah... Frankie..” Gerard scrunched his eyes closed.
“Yes, angioletto?”
“I need more.. Need you.”
“Oh, really? I thought i told you to be quiet”
“You did, but, i really really need you.”
“I don't think you do. I think your going to come like this, humping my leg like a fucking animal.” Frank started bouncing his thigh in time with Gerards thrusts, “Yeah? You like that, don't you?”
“Frank! I'm gonna come- please let me come, please?” Gerard begged.
“You can come, kitten, but only because I love you, you got that? You were a brat, and kept talking when i told you not to. You don't deserve to come, but i'm letting you anyway. Remember that.”
Gerard came, moaning. He then lay his head on Franks shoulder, panting.
“Thank you, Frankie.”
“You're welcome, darling. You can go out now, if you'd like, but wear your red skirt; its longer. and if you're gonna wear that shirt, put a jacket over it. I don't want anyone getting any ideas.” Frank kissed Gerard's forehead, “I have a ton of work to do, its spring picture time and all of the schools are asking for photoshoot sessions at once. Have fun.”
And with that, Gerard was getting dressed and Frank was going to his office.
A fairly normal day in the Iero-Way household.