FAYEYOKO IMAGINES

Halloween Party

"Baby, maybe we should stop by the store before the party for a different costume," Faye suggested as she opened the bathroom door, stepping out to sit behind Yoko on the bed.

Without looking back, Yoko continued applying her eyeliner, throwing Faye a crazed look through the mirror after finishing. "Babe, the party is in an hour! You must be out of your mind if you think that's enough time for me to switch costumes. I already did my makeup, and not to toot my own horn, but I look sexy as hell as Black Cat."

"You do," Faye confirmed and Yoko tried ignoring the smile creeping onto her face as she felt her girlfriend's eyes roam her body, particularly her bottom. "But you definitely won't like how the Spider-Man costume looks on me."

Yoko glanced at her through the mirror again, narrowing her eyes. "You look good, baby. Stop worrying."

Behind her, Faye sighed. "Turn around."

Reluctantly, Yoko turned and crossed her arms. When Faye stood up, Yoko's mouth dropped open. The Spider-Man outfit was definitely... something. The tightness of it had Faye's cock straining against the material. Even when it wasn't hard, it looked like it wanted to tear through the skin-tight costume.

"You see?" Faye chuckled, crossing her own arms.

"Jesus Christ, Faye, are you even wearing boxers under that?" Yoko snapped out of her daze, hurrying over to the closet to grab some shorts.

"Yes!" Faye replied, sounding a bit defensive.

"These will have to do," Yoko said, handing the shorts to Faye as she emerged from the closet. "Put these on, and we can skip a trip to the store."

Faye shot her a sidelong glance, looking at the shorts in her hands with a slight pout. "But Spider-Man doesn't wear shorts."

"I don't care," Yoko replied matter-of-factly. She tossed the shorts onto Faye's face and turned back around to adjust her mask on her face, careful not to smear her makeup.

When she finally finished, she turned to find Faye sitting on the bed, wearing the shorts with the mask pulled just under her nose, the pout still on her lips. "Good girl," Yoko said, a teasing smile spreading across her face.

She walked over and pulled Faye up by the hand, smiling as her girlfriend's larger frame enveloped hers. Yoko wrapped her arms around Faye's neck and kissed her softly, a soft sight escaping her lips. She broke away from the kiss when Faye's hands moved down to grope her. "None of that; we need to get to the party before we're late."

[...]

"Right on time!" Becky shouted, pulling them toward the back, where the rest of their friends were lounging on the sofa, drinking, and enjoying their time together. "You guys look great, but why is Faye wearing shorts?"

Faye didn't answer, instead turning to Yoko, which made her blush. Ushering Faye towards the couch, Yoko pulled Becky into the kitchen. "She chose the worst possible costume. Her dick is literally moments away from ripping open the suit."

Becky laughed loudly. "What a shame! We were going to do a raffle for the best couple's costumes, but since Faye's shorts look silly, it seems like you guys won't win."

Yoko shot her a pointed look. "Thanks for the vote of confidence."

Becky grinned. "It won't be Faye you need to convince if you want to win," she winked. "Your outfit looks super sexy too! I'm surprised Faye isn't trying to cover you up as well."

Yoko chuckled, brushing a hand over her own skin-tight costume. "She's learned that people are going to admire; they just can't touch. I, however, have not."