Costumes

Author's Note: oh to be a girl dry humping dante in a power rangers cosplay

Dante stared at Squall as she power stanced in front of him. He steepled his fingers as he took in the sight of her in a pink nylon-spandex suit. It clung to her like a second skin for the most part. A second frumpy skin. He didn’t dislike the sight. Far from it. It was cute. It was... something else. The suit itself was baggy in certain areas and too tight in others, particularly her stomach and hips. It highlighted the rolls he not-so-secretly liked to squeeze and massage to make her squeak out. His eyes travelled down to her crotch which was hidden by a tiny skirt made of the same fabric. He imagined the crotch rid up quite a bit. It also came with a pair of white gloves and boots with pink diamond patterns.

His girlfriend was showing off her homemade Power Rangers costume. She didn’t make it herself. A relative back in Canada had made it for her. She had no helmet though. Because ‘fuck if she knew where to get one of those’.

Squall giggled as she spun around on her heel. “Aren’t I, like, totally cute or whatever?” she said in her most valley girl sounding voice, clearly imitating Kimberly from the show.

“Yeah.”

She huffed and crossed her arms under her modest chest. “That’s all you have to say? ‘Yeah?’ Are you just saying that?”

“Sorry I can’t be as eloquent as master authoress, The Miss Thiffault,” he said with a light laugh. “Come here. Let me get a better look at you.”

Giggling once again, she plopped herself onto his lap. The slipperiness of the spandex blend made her nearly slide off his knees but she quickly picked herself back up. Her gloved hands rested on his shoulders as he placed his on her hips. He rubbed her sides and admired how smooth it was under his touch.

Her eyes glittered mischievously before she leaned in to peck him on the lips. Once, twice, three times.

It wasn’t enough for Dante, however. He yanked her closer. Her spandex clad heat glided across his crotch before their hips stapled against each other. Greedily, he stole a kiss from her. Her glasses poked into his cheeks but he didn’t care. His hands slipped down to her admittedly flat ass as his tongue pressed into her willing mouth. It was clumsy and messy but the couple didn’t care. They just knew they needed more of each other.

Panting, Squall pulled away with askew glasses. “Lemme just... unzip the back...”

“Keep it on.”

“There’s no crotch zipper, dude.”

“Don’t need one,” he murmured before grinding her against his crotch.

“O-oh...” she whispered. She shivered before grinding back against him in a circle.“And you called me fuckin’ weird for finding the suits on the show hot.”

“The show doesn’t have you in it,” he huffed as he buried his face in the crook of her neck. The collar of the suit was high so he couldn’t properly kiss along her neck. His fingers sank into her clothed flesh as his lips brushed along her jawline. “I bet this’d feel good against my—”

“You’re not... rubbing your bare dick against my Halloween costume, perv,” she breathed. Her hips rutted against his now prominent bulge. “Maybe... after the holiday...”

He rolled his eyes, only to get cut off by a shuddering moan as Squall ground against his cock in a particularly nice way. Pleasure pumped through their bodies as they chased that sweet sweet friction. Panting, Squall clung to him so tightly that her breasts squished against his chest. Soft moans and groans escaped the two as heat continued to bubble inside their cores.

Something wet seeped into Dante’s khakis and that made him smirk. “You’re soaked.”

“...Sh-shut up...”

“You close?” he asked before stealing another kiss. “Me too.”

Desperately, Squall bucked and jerked her hips against his crotch. He could feel her soft body wobbling wildly under the tight spandex as his orgasm crept up on him. That wet spot only continued to grow and grow before he felt a splash against his crotch. She shuddered atop him as a long, whiny moan tore itself from her throat. She flopped against him, panting madly, as he gripped tighter onto her hips. His movements were hard and intense. Fantasies of what it’d be like to rut against the now slick, slippery fabric with his bare cock played in his mind. Finally, Dante came. He shuddered as he clung to her.

“I...I’m so borrowing your mom’s... washing machine later...” Squall breathed.