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“I need a few pairs of jeans, for sure a cute dress or two since my old ones feel a bit tight, and if I find some cute shirts I obviously won’t say no,” you chatted idly to Pierrot as you led him through the mall. You’d gained a bit of weight recently thanks to Pierrot’s constant sweets, and while he was busy drooling over your new figure, you were frustrated at the newfound discomfort of your favorite skirt. So, in a you broke it you buy it situation, you made Pierrot go with you to buy more. It wasn’t like he minded of course, if his stupid, lovestruck grin said anything as you led him into the first store. .
“Thank you for coming, lovey,” you grinned, humming out a soft laugh as you felt him rest his head on your shoulder, looking at the shirts with you. You were sure the two of you looked comical- a 6’6” clown possessively bent over his lover as she dramatically flipped through buy one get one tees, but you didn’t mind the stares you were sure the two of you were getting, too absorbed in the domesticity of the moment.
He picked up a red NASA shirt, holding it up to you as he tilted his head, silently asking if you'd wear it. You were sure he just liked it because of the stars, but it was a cute shirt overall so you weren’t complaining.
“I’ll try it on!” you chirped, moving to hold the shirt on instinct. He scoffed out a soft breath, grabbing the shirt from you to hold instead. You grinned, turning your face to kiss his cheek softly. His face burned a bright red, knocking his forehead against yours in a show of affection.
After grabbing a few more shirts off the rack to try on, you moved to the jeans section. “Should I go up just one size? Or should I try two up first?” you asked your Pierrot, who tilted his head curiously.
He motioned to both, looking into your eyes as he tried to get the message across. You pursed your lips in agreement, nodding.
“You’re right, I’ll try both,” you hummed, already turning to hand him the clothes. You paused as you caught sight of the side of his mask, covering your mouth with your hand as you giggled.
He cocked his head at your sudden amusement. You ran your thumb over the mark you’d accidentally left on his cheek earlier, a kiss mark the color of your tinted lip balm.
“You got something right there,” you giggled, handing him your phone with the camera open. His face burned a steady, bright red upon seeing his face, before his pupils morphed into hearts,a dumb grin on his lips as he drooled a bit.
“My lady… left her mark on me?” he whispered, slurring a bit as drool left his mouth. You grinned. He always got so worked up with you, and it made your chest fuzzy at being desired so much, especially by someone you loved so dearly. You leaned in again, pressing a kiss to the other cheek to leave an identical mark. He hummed in contentment, looking almost dizzy with passion.
“C’mon, I gotta try these on,” you called, guiding him towards the dressing rooms. He walked into the stall with you, shutting the door behind him without a thought. “Uh, Pierrot?” you asked.
“Yes, my dear?” he asked as he tilted his head, now able to speak in the confined dressing room.
“We can’t be in here together, if the workers come in we’ll get in trouble,” you softly informed him, patting his mask apologetically. He pouted.
“I don’t care, my lady. What if you need help? What if I want to see the clothes you try on?” he nearly whined. You sighed.
“I’ll walk out so you can see them!” you assured. He shook his head, sitting down.
“If you truly wish for me to leave, I will. But if your only worry is getting in trouble, then I am not missing this moment with you because of those nosy employees,” he said stubbornly. You grumbled, glancing at the door. It went all the way down, unlike most dressing rooms, so they wouldn’t be able to see him, at least.
“Just- stay quiet, and we should be fine,’ you relented, making him grin widely. You shimmied off your shorts, wanting to go ahead and get the jeans part over with.
“My lady, you look ethereal,” he murmured, drinking in every inch of skin revealed to him as he immediately broke the rule. You ignored it as you laughed shyly, pulling the first pair of jeans up.
“Thank you, lovey,” you blushed, pulling the jeans up. Your brow furrowed as they stopped just below your hips. You shifted for a moment, a small scowl on your face. “Wha- the hanger said these were a size up but they’re tighter than my other ones!” you exclaimed in frustration, more at the women’s fashion industry than anything. You hurriedly took them off, and Pierrot gathered them from you, looking at the tag.
“My love, these were marked wrong,” he assured after studying the tag, turning them around to show you. Your face burned red in embarrassment.
“Oh.”
“It’s alright! I’ll check the next pair before you try them on,” he smiled, excited to be of help to you. Luckily, they were the correct size. After trying them on, you realized that you did in fact need one size down, so you sent him out to grab them. Thank god for having a boyfriend. He knocked on the door upon his return, and you let him in.
“M-my dear,” he stammered, walking into the dressing room with a beet red face. You beamed seeing the pair of pants in his hands.
“Thank you Pierrot!” you cooed, grabbing them from him. You saw the second hanger in his hands, one that was hiding behind the pants. You realized then why Pierrot was drooling.
“Would you… be willing to try it on?” he asked, feigning shyness, though you saw the near obsessive perversion underneath. You weren’t sure how Pierrot managed to find his way to the lingerie section, especially when it was on the other side of the store and he had returned so quickly, but sure enough he held the burgundy, lacy thing in his hands. It was pretty, a three piece set. Red, see through lace for the fabric, the panties resting higher on the waist. The top was that same lace, everywhere but the thin straps, as well as two straps that would rest on the tops of your breasts, accentuating them. There was a midpiece as well, a simple lace band that went around your waist and connected to two lacy garters. It was… slutty, entirely slutty, a stunning set that you were surprised your sweet Pierrot picked up.
You knew he was a monster of course, and you knew his desires could sweep him up. Hell, you’d heard the horror stories from the other monsters at the circus as well, but the side of him he always showed you was so sweet, so caring. It was easy to forget he had that intensity burning just below the surface, and seeing him hold the racy piece of lingerie in his hands remind you that, just below the surface, a current of need ran, ready to pull you under. Despite knowing this, you picked up the lingerie, nodding.
“I’ll try it on after everything else,” you agreed, making his eyes light up, pupils blown into large, adoring hearts. You smirked a bit. “But I’m trying it on alone, and if it fits you can see it at home,” you added, making his grin turn to a scowl.
“But my love-” he tried to plead his case.
“Nuh uh, it’s more fun this way,” you chastised. He looked down at you, fighting a mental war in his head. You stepped closer, laying a hand on his chest as you looked up at him through your lashes. “Please, baby, for me?” you asked sweetly. The tension left him as you pleaded with him, and you felt the shudder that wracked through his body at your saccharine tone.
“Alright,” he agreed, nodding as he sat back down. You smiled smugly, placing the piece to the side for now. You knew you were playing a dangerous game- while you called the shots in public, Pierrot’s intensity had him orchestrating everything that happened in the bedroom, you oftentimes being too overwhelmed with pleasure. Luckily, you adored handing him the leash during your private moments, so you’d be lying if you said you weren’t excited to see his desire overcome him.
You took the jeans from the hanger, Pierrot grabbing it from you as you began to pull them up your legs. As they buttoned, you grinned. They fit near perfect, not digging in anywhere uncomfortable, but not feeling like they’d slide off at any moment. “Do they look alright?” you asked your lover, who was beaming at you with a lovesick grin.
“Your beauty astonishes me more and more each day,” he praised, rubbing a hand along your waist where the jeans met your skin. You giggled shyly, placing your hand over his.
“Thank you, lovey,” you smiled. “Now, which shirt should I try first?” you asked, motioning to the shirts. He pointed at the one he had picked out, beaming up at you. You nodded, picking it up and handing him the hanger, softly thanking him. You took off your shirt, ignoring the soft sigh Pierrot let out as you put the new top on. Pulling it down and adjusting it, you studied yourself in the mirror before turning around. “What do you think?” you beamed. He melted a bit at the sight of you, pulling you closer by the hem of the shirt as he studied you.
“You are radiant, my love,” he praised, the pure puppylove in his eyes making you swoon. You patted his head, giggling as his bells jingled at the motion.
“Thank you!” you chirped, turning back around to study yourself. It fit nicely overall, showing your figure without being overly tight. You nodded to yourself, deciding to buy it before taking it off. “Will you hang this up for me dear, and make a pile? I’m gonna buy that one,” you asked kindly. Pierrot nodded.
“Of course my love! Which one are you trying next?” he asked, genuinely excited to see you try your clothes on. You smiled, overcome with love for your dear Pierrot.
The next few shirts you tried on went smoothly, constant praise falling from Pierrot’s mouth as you gleefully modeled for him. Luckily, it seemed to be a slow day, so you never heard anyone come around to the dressing room area, meaning you and Pierrot could relax and not worry about being caught. It wasn’t like you were doing anything naughty anyway (though you were sure Pierrot wanted to). Finally, it came time to kick Pierrot out.
“Are you sure, my lady?” he whined one last time. You nodded determinedly.
“Yes, it’ll be worth it I promise!” you assured. He nodded, sitting outside of the dressing room like a dog who’d gotten in trouble. You giggled, before shutting the door again.
You nearly called Pierrot in while trying to get the damned thing on, the amount of straps on the lingerie intensely confusing you. Eventually, you managed to figure it out, posing in front of the mirror.
“Goddamn…” you murmured to yourself. You looked hot, the burgundy color looking downright seductive against your skin, the straps and lace accentuating everything just the right way.
“Are you alright?” Pierrot asked from just outside the door, a mix of worried and over-eager. You rolled your eyes lovingly.
“I’m ok, just excited for you to see. At home,” you reasserted. You heard him sigh, sitting down with a jingle of his bells.
You emerged with all the clothes, smiling coyly at Pierrot as he happily held your clothes for you. You bounced through the store to the checkout, greeting the clerk with a smile. He glanced up at Pierrot warily, before regarding you with a tight smile. You shrugged, ignoring it. So long as he didn’t say anything to your love, you were ok with the worried glances.
After leaving the store, bags in tow, the two of you walked to the next store, a higher class one with beautiful dresses, ranging from simple sundresses to full on ballgowns. Pierrot grinned as the two of you entered. He always enjoyed pretty things, after all. After finding a few dresses to try on, the two of you made your way back. Unfortunately, a clerk was waiting there.
“Alright ma’am, you can go over here to the right. Sir, there is seating over here,” he said, making it clear in the politest way possible that it was one per dressing room. Pierrot pouted, so you pressed a loving kiss to his forehead, leaving yet another mark.
“I’ll be quick, Pierrot,” you assured. He nodded excitedly, hands politely on his knees as he excitedly awaited your return. Unfortunately, he could not speak in front of the clerk, but the adoration in his eyes made it impossible to not know how enamored he was with each dress, his excited nods conveying how much he loved them. You’d chosen two pretty, flowy sundresses, and a longer, satin dress for more upscale occasions. “Look- pockets!” you chirped, twirling around to make the dress's skirt flow out. Pierrot clapped, tilting his head and grinning as he watched you.
Once you finished in the dress store, the two of you stopped by the mall’s food court. Pierrot, of course, got a slice of cookie cake from Great American Cookie, and you got yourself a sweet treat as well. Grabbing two plates of chinese food from the food court as well, the two of you made your way out to the car, ready to go home.
“My lady,” Pierrot said once you two were in the car together.
“Yes, lovey?” you asked, smiling at him. God, today really had been perfect.
Pierrot leaned in, breath fanning across your ear as he spoke. “I have never been so excited to go home in my life,” he murmured, glowering down at you with lust. You swallowed thickly. You already knew there’d be hell to pay for making him wait, but he’d been so good about it! You chuckled, nodding at him.
“Of course,’ you purred, kissing where his mask met his jaw. You put the car in reverse pulling out of the parking lot.
You were so fucked.