Josie had no idea what was wrong with her girlfriend's clothes. They were always so... enticing. When you weren't in your fighting gear, you wore regular sweaters and jeans, yet they were nonetheless appealing. They always appeared to be in such a relaxed state.
When you were away, like now, she'd find her gaze wandering to your side of the closet. She honestly didn't know how you'd feel about her stealing your sweaters every now and then. Sure, you two had been dating for a while but you weren't always one for more silly sentimental stuff.
But, she figured, seeing as you were off on some very important super squad stuff, she could take the opportunity to ease her curiosity.
Josie walked over to your side of the closet and looked through the black clothes. She came to a halt as she ran her palm down the grayish-blue sweatshirt she had seen you wear once or twice. She couldn't deny that she'd had her eye on this one for a while. It always made you appear so beautiful.
She slid the sweatshirt over her head, letting the material fall to her thighs, ignoring the hanger it was on. She was taken aback by how much more muscular her girlfriend was. You were unquestionably the stronger of the two, with all of your strength and muscles resulting from your consistent training. She..... She wasn't like that at all. She didn't have much of a reason to be concerned. Josie had her own special kind of magic, and she was quite excellent at it.
Despite its size, the sweatshirt was incredibly warm. The interior was fleece-lined, making it feel like a gigantic blanket and keeping her warm. She examined herself in the mirror and found the garments to be as wonderful as she had hoped and ideal for later when she curled up on the couch.
She took a mental note of this piece before returning to the closet to seek for some sweatpants or- "Well, don't you look adorable?" From the bedroom doorway, she heard a voice calling to her. She was on the verge of bursting out of her skin. Josie turned around to see her girlfriend standing against the doorframe, arms crossed, eyes on her from head to toe, a teasing grin on her lips. Jo blushed.
"I-I'm sorry, Y/n/n," she apologized as she struggled to remove the sweater. "It just seemed cozy, and I-,"
You came to a halt in front of her as you crossed the room. You grabbed the sweatshirt's hem and pushed it down over her body. You stopped your movements and looked up at her, a bit confused.
You laughed and said, "Don't worry about it, honey. You look great in it."
As your eyes brazenly swept over her again, her mouth had dried up. She couldn't put her finger on it, but there was something in them she couldn't place. Whatever it was, it was suddenly making her feel hot - or perhaps it was just the fleece.
"Really?" She finally asked, a bit foolishly.
She turned to look at herself in the mirror again but suddenly came to face the full situation at hand. As your front was crushed against her back, you stepped closer, almost towering above her. One of your hands reached down and lightly lifted her sweater, trailing your fingertips along the inside of her skirt-covered thigh. She inhaled deeply.
You hummed, "Mhm. There's something incredibly appealing about seeing you dressed in my clothes..." She had no idea what you were going to say because the next thing she knew, your hand was gently sliding beyond her skirt's waistband.
When your fingers unexpectedly dipped inside her underwear, she exclaimed, "O-Oh-." As her eyes met in the mirror, Josie's girlfriend let out a low giggle. Observing herself being caressed was extremely exciting. It didn't help that you were staring at her as if you wanted to eat her alive. All from wearing your sweatshirt. It was unbelievably hot.
As you brushed your fingertips across her folds, which were getting wetter by the second, your fingers resumed their journey gently. You inserted one finger as if you were testing the waters - literally. She yelped.
"You're so wet, honey," You mumbled in her ear. "I've barely even done anything."
"I-I-,"
"It's fine," you murmured as your fingers retraced their steps back to her clit. "Seeing you walk around in my clothes stirred something in me, and if I'm being honest, it made me feel a little...possessive. My girl is dressed in my clothes. My girl who is mine to please. Mine only, right?"
As you talked, you began circling her clit in tight tiny jerks. All she could do was give a weak nod as she struggled to stay upright. You must've noticed her trembling because you laughed again before wrapping your other arm around her waist for support. She felt herself becoming wetter - if that was even possible - as a result of your firm grip. Josie was always weakened by your domineering touches.
"Yes, Y/n." She mumbled out a proper response as you gave her clit a few more circles before moving back to her folds. With no warning, you plunged two fingers into her, sliding in so easily. You groaned in her ear as she let out a moan.
You began pumping your fingers in and out, giving little flicks upwards as you went, hitting just the right spots. Her eyelids began to flutter close with delight, but you weren't having it. You drew her closer to you, pushing her to open her eyes in response to the unexpected movement. In the mirror, she met your hungry stare. As she observed herself almost being held up while your hand was forced up her skirt, pleasing her however you wanted, the scene had become more sensuous.
"Do you enjoy looking at yourself in the mirror? Hmm, pretty girl?" You practically taunted her with the question as she was a bit too dazed to answer. She gave the best nod she could manage. You chuckled and continued, "Yeah, I enjoy it, too. Love seeing you fall apart from a little fingering while wearing my clothes. If this is what happens when I get two fingers in you, what would happen if I get the strap and fuck you against the mirror?"
She gasped at your dirty talk, suddenly unable to think of anything else but being slammed by her partner while wearing your sweatshirt. It sparked something in Josie as well. Being so owned and dominated had an effect on her.
As you continued to finger her, she didn't know how to respond, the only sounds in the room was coming from her wetness.
You began bringing the palm of your hand to hit her clit which was getting her closer and closer to the edge with every motion.
You apparently could tell this as she asked, "You almost there, sweetheart? You going to cum all over my hand?"
Her head fell back to your shoulder, eyes slowly shutting again, as she nodded weakly. Your motions picked up sharply, forcing her to regain some of herself. She opened her eyes just a bit, feeling suddenly overwhelmed over how fucked out she looked and how wild your gaze had become.
"Yeah, that's it, honey," you whispered in her ear, your eyes never leaving her in the mirror. "Cum for me. Make a mess of my hand and your panties. You look so good like this."
She was virtually fainting in her girlfriend's arms after only a few more pumps. You pulled your fingers out, but the assault on her clit persisted. As her orgasm seized her, she yelped and groaned, twisting in delight. You didn't let up, assisting her throughout the process, your hold on her remained firm.
She began to descend from her high after a little moment. Her eyes met yours in the mirror once again after she took a few deep breaths. She stood there watching as you drew your hand away from her skirt and started licking your fingers one by one. She felt like she was being turned on all over again.
"Feel free to wear my clothes whenever, sweetheart," You said with a wicked smile. She suddenly felt warm again under your devious watch.
Yeah, she was definitely going to make this a regular thing if that was how you were always going to respond. She eyed the mirror, a bit bashfully, as the wildest ideas consumed her.
