It's Not a Fashion Statement

franks pov
Gerard slides the umbrella back down and shakes it about to try and get the water off. I push open the glass door and hold it for him.
“So, what do we actually need to do today?”
“Erm, I need to try a new suit on you and adjust some measurements… oh and I also finished some stuff that you can erm… I can show you-“
I nod and follow him to the elevator, when Gerard selects the nineteenth floor instead of the usual seventeenth.

We reach the floor, and of course, I’m curious as to what is here, I’ve only really seen 4 out of the twenty something floors in this building, and I can’t exactly imagine what else could possibly be here. What else do you need?
Gerard leads me to a room, unlocking it with one of his many keys and flicking the lights on.

It’s sort of like his one at home, with the easel and the drawing clipped to the walls with manikins and fabric dotted about, only this one is so much bigger. It’s extremely organized; rolls of fabric are lined up against the walls, clothes are all hung up on rails, drawings and sketches are all displayed scanned into a computer, on some touch screen technology thing.
“Woah… this is pretty cool. I can’t believe you’ve made all this-“

I admire Gerard and his work so much, and I don’t think I tell him that enough. I look around at all the fancy suits, carefully designed and hand embroidered. His best are all on manikins; you know the ones with the fancy stands (not the people ones, they’re kind of creepy). Not only that, amazing lingerie that has been so delicately tailored. The design and the effort behind them are amazing; you can see all the little hand stitches. There’s a file for each piece, with the sketches and planning in.
And the dresses, they’re absolutely stunning. There’s a black dress, tight fitting and long, dragging behind at the bottom. It’s covered in gold jewels, twirling around in intricate patters from the waistband, climbing up the shoulder strap and filling all the way to the bottom of the dress. There’s another, a thick gold dress that puffs out around the figure, with ruffles and gems in. Golden flowers up the sides and petals winding around the long-sleeved lace arms. And then another, a magnificent white dress that I’m guessing is for a wedding. It’s strapless, tight fitting and short, with a detachable long lace skirt that trails behind, studded with sparkles. The back is like the lace skirt, studded. It’s sort of simple yet not? There isn’t too much to it, yet it’s mind blowing, the beauty of it. It’s honestly amazing. The little sparkles glimmer in the spotlights.
“This is stunning, honestly Gerard, I can’t believe you’ve made all of these. These look like real fucking diamonds, oh my god-“
“They are.”
“What?”
“Erm yeah… that one’s made with real diamonds-“
“Holy shit-“
I look around the room again in awe. Gerard is so talented; I just can’t believe any of this.
“I’ve never brought any one here before,”
Why? Why wouldn’t he? This place is amazing, the dresses are amazing, and he is fucking amazing.
“But anyway, the main reason why I brought you here is because- ah.“
He goes around a corner, returning with some clothes in his hands.
“Look at what I’ve finished.”
He hands me the silk clothes, neatly folded up.
“What is it?”
“Go and get changed into them.” He smirks, pushing me towards a velvet curtain around another corner.

I unfold the delicate silk and lace, then gasp when I realise what it is. Lace fucking lingerie and stockings.

I strip off and then pick up the incredibly skimpy lace panties, sliding a leg through one hole and then the other through the other leg loop. I slide them up, the back of it going partly up my ass, which makes me squeal because I wasn’t expecting it. How do people wear these every day of their life? I guess they’re all right, but if you bend down they go right up your crack and that doesn’t seem like the most pleasant experience to have to deal with through out the whole day.
They’re made of grey silk and rimmed with a thick black lace, a big black silk bow on the back, with little sparkles on it. I turn around and admire my butt in them, and not going to lie, my ass has never looked so cute in its whole life.
I bend over to pick up the stockings, unfolding the thin, black lace… and suspenders. Wow…okay then.

I slide my legs into the stockings, pulling them up to my thighs, and then trying to figure out how to attach the suspender things. I feel stupid when I figure out that they’re just little clips.
There is also a little cropped top thing, with long tight fitting sleeves made of the grey silk and the black lace, spirals of the little sparkles dotted on the lace sleeves, and a choker necklace, tied at the back with a black ribbon. I look at myself in the mirror, and hell, I actually look a lot better than I had anticipated. The suspenders and the stockings make my thighs look thinner than they are, and the top hugs in my waist, making that look smaller and my hips bigger.

“Erm, gee?” I step out of the changing room, whilst Gerard’s searching round his desk for something.
“Yeah? Are you oka-“
He turns around and looks over to me, cutting his sentence off with a whimper.
“I-I, erm, fuck-k.” Gerard stutters, scanning his eyes over my body, blushing furiously.
“Sooo, what do I do now?”
I shuffle my feet, feeling a bit awkward and exposed. Gerard stares for a while, until I interrupt him again.
“Gee?”
“Oh yeah, yeah… sorry. I erm, wanna photo it?”
“Okay I guess we can.”
“One more thing. Wait a second-“
He jogs around the corner and returns with a huge black bag. What the fuck is in there?
“c’mon.” he drags me to the elevator, locking the room behind us.
He selects the seventeenth floor and leads me into his studio.
“If you don’t want these on, just say, alright? But…”
He dips his hand into the bag, and pulls out something feathery. I have no idea what it is, until he holds them up. Black feathered angel wings.

I stroke my fingers over the soft feathers, actually really tempted to wear them. It’s pretty hot, the thought of Gerard wearing them, so I can see where he’s coming from.
“I’ll more than happily wear them, but on one condition,”
“What’s that?” Gerard jumps, answering immediately.
“You owe me, you have to wear angel wings and lingerie when I ever I request it.”
I smirk, folding my arms over and waiting for a reply. Gerard’s jaw drops and his cheeks turn bright pink.
“W-what?”
“You heard me.” I reply confidently, leaning against the wall and casually pretending to pick at my nails as Gerard stutters.
“o-okay then.” He gulps, rubbing his hands together and tilting his head forwards so that his hair covers his flushed face.
“What are you waiting for then?” I ask, overconfidently. Gerard has got me into the mood; and there’s no going back now.
I shrug and turn around for Gerard to attach the wings to my back (somehow), when I suddenly feel a slight squeeze on my ass.
I yelp, Gerard apologizes, telling me how he couldn’t resist. I don’t blame him; my ass does look pretty cute.

He finishes attaching them, and moves over to pick up his camera and change the light settings.
“Just do your thing babe,”
I nod and wait for Gerard to finish fiddling with his camera. He looks up and nods back in confirmation, raking his eyes over my body once again.
I lean my head against the wall and part my lips open slightly, closing my eyes and just letting my body go with it.
I hear the camera tick and the light flash, as I move to another pose.
I carry on, in the zone, until Gerard breaks my concentration by moaning.
I shoot my head up to look at him, as he does the same. We stare at each other in silence for a few seconds, even though it feels much longer. I know what he’s thinking, and he knows exactly what I’m thinking. Gerard curses and breaks the silence, putting his camera down (a little too hard).

“Fuck. I can’t do this any longer Frankie. I’m fucking you right now this second and you have no choice about it-“
He starts to pull his tie off from around his neck, unbuttoning his shirt and letting it hang from around his shoulder, revealing his smooth, toned chest. He tumbles with the zip of his tight trousers, rushing to pull it down with the rest of his pants.
He presses me up against the wall, sealing our lip together as I finish off taking his pants off. Immediately, the bulge in his pants springs up, causing Gerard to moan desperately, which goes straight to my dick.
“Wait, isn’t this going to ruin what I’m wearing?” I question, cautiously. Gerard shakes his head and shrugs, returning to my lips. I dodge his mouth; wanting to make sure Gerard isn’t just being desperate.
“What was that for?” he growls into my ear, trapping me against the wall, his hands either side of my face.
“Are you sure, don’t you want to keep these?” I question, gesturing to the lingerie on my body.
“What do you think they’re made for? Plus I have another copy anyway.”
That confirms it for me, smashing my lips back to his.
His hands glide up the inside of my thighs, tugging under the silk fabric around my hips. I pull away from his lips and close my eyes, leaning back against the wall, just letting his hands search around my body.

“You’re gorgeous, so fucking gorgeous baby-“ he moans, licking a stripe up from my neck around my shoulder.
I hum in response, his tongue ticking at my skin. His hot breath travels around to the spot on my collarbone, yes the spot. I moan and lean my head against the wall, withering under his touch as he sucks on my collarbone and fingers under the briefs around my hips.
His fingers move around to grasp my ass, as he bites down on my shoulder and thrusts his hips up into mine. I cry out, pleasured over every inch of my body.
“Mhm, you like that you little slut? How about when I finger inside of your ass?”

I whine in reply, desperate for Gerard’s touch as he continues to whisper filth in my ear, nibbling on the cartilage and gripping his hands around my ass cheeks.
“My little angel would love that, wouldn’t he?”
He squeezes whilst I nod eagerly in return, relying on the wall to hold all my weight as I melt against it, unable to stand on my legs any longer.
I think we should keep these on though, don’t you? They’re very pretty,” he bites his lip and gently strokes around the panties, sending rushes of lust around my body.
I hum and let his fingers dip in the fabric, as he gently fingers me, pushing his finger into my hole and moving it about really slow.
His finger plunges in deeper, gentle whimpers escaping my lips as he moves it about.
“I can feel how warm and tight you are around my finger, angel,”
“More, please-“
“What do you say, angel?” he growls, sending another rush of pleasure as he slowly moves his finger up and down.
“Pretty please?” I ask, with innocent eyes and my hair flopping into my face.
“Hmm, do you deserve it though?”
“Yes, please, please, please gee-“
“That’s it, we’re getting somewhere. Beg more, angel,”
“I want you to fuck with me with your fingers so hard I’ll- fuck!”
He slides two more fingers in at the same time, stretching and burning my hole.
I whimper and moan as he thrusts his hand up slowly, moving his fingers about to get me used to the sensation.
I whine when he starts to scissor me, quickening his fingers and sealing his body to mine against the wall.
“Gonna fuck you so hard you won’t be able to stand angel,”
I nod, unable to talk because of the whimpers I can’t hold back as Gerard pulls hand out of me.
He grips onto my shoulders and pushes me down onto my knees. I open my mouth and lick a stripe up the underside of his dick, until I reach his head and seal my lips around him. I dig my tongue into his tip, as he instantly moans out and bucks his hips up into my mouth, causing me to gag. He curses under his breath, tilting his head back and tangling his hands into my hair. I start bobbing up and down his length, swirling my tongue around whilst Gerard forces my head backwards and forward. Even though it almost causes me to gag every time, and I’m pretty much out of control, it’s probably the best blowjob I’ve ever given.

“Let me fuck you before I fuck your mouth, Frankie angel-“ I pull away and spit on his tip, rubbing my saliva in with my thumb.
Gerard pulls me up, pushing me back against the wall.

“You see, we could take these pretty garments off…or I could just…”

I hear a tear and Gerard’s ripped a fucking hole in the satin briefs, directly inline to my hole.

Of course he did.

He holds my hands above my head against the wall, as he directs himself into me. I feel his tip dig into me, causing me to whimper with anticipation.
He slowly pushes himself all the way in, staying there for a while so that I can get used to his size compared to his fingers. And believe me, as good as his fingers are, his dick is so much bigger.
He pulls out again slowly, groaning and cursing profanities as he tries to hold back the urge to slam into me straight away.
He starts to pick his pace up, making me moan with every thrust. He grabs his hands around my ass and holds me up, my back still sealed against the wall. I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck, attaching our lips, as he slams into me faster than I even think possible, angling him perfectly. I moan into the kiss, as the angel wings on my back press against the wall.
“Fuck, never moved so fastt in my life, angel,” he cusses, slamming his hips into me again, causing me to cry his name.
I suddenly feel a hot liquid fill me up with out warning, as Gerard screams so loud I’m pretty sure every person on the twenty existent floors of this building hears his cry of ‘angel’.
I feel a tightening in the pit of my stomach, and before I can even react, I feel the front of the silk panties drench with my warm liquid. I didn’t even need touching and I still came harder than I ever have.

Gerard slides out of me, collapsing against the wall against me, panting for air.
“Best- fucking sex, I fucking love you Frankie-“

Notes

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