Summary: After losing a bet, Cross has to face the consequences. Even if none of this has anything to do with you, the whole situation has made you discover a few things about yourself - some dirty things about silk ribbons, thigh-high stockings and boob windows.
Cw: Cross x Reader, crossdress, suggestive, blush mess Cross, Reader is also a blush mess, starts as a comedy and ends with an unlocked kink…
Notes: I listen to the voices of reason and write this. Enjoy.
“This is ridiculous.” Cross muttered from the bathroom - probably loud enough for you to hear his complaints.
Your eyes roll at his words as you knock on the door again - your feet aching from being standing for so long, waiting for Cross to leave his hiding place already.
“C'mon Cross, we don't have all day for you to cry in the bathroom.” Even though you retorted sharply, your lips have a soft smirk on them.
You could almost picture him; normally white bone cheeks tint in purple as Cross shyly tries to lower the hem of the small maid dress - only for it to show more of his shoulders and chest (you vaguely remember Killer choosing a dress with a boob window).
“I am not crying!” Your thoughts are cut off by Cross's shout, “I-I just need some air!”
You sneakers, laughing at his lame excuse, “You don't have lungs to need air, idiot!”
Before you can tease him more, the door abruptly opens, revealing a blush mess in Cross face - exactly like you have imagined.
“There! Satisfied?” He retorted, and normally you would reply in the same snappish tone, but the words die in your tongue the moment your eyes begin to look down at his figure.
What caught your attention first was the pair of white stockings that came tightly to the middle of his thighs - which glowed a violet hue, proof that Cross had summoned some of his ecto to support the garments.
Your eyes move upwards, looking at every detail of the black skirt, reaching his waist - adorned with a large white bow, a detail that adorned the apron of the same color -, until, finally, they slide over his chest; or rather, over the heart-shaped opening that the dress had. You can see the ecto flesh glistening there, decorated with black X-shaped strings - all their ends forming cute little bows.
You swallow hard, not realizing that your throat had dried up due to your slightly parted, panting lips, still in disbelief at how well-dressed Cross was. Eventually, your gaze settles on his face, noticing that his eye lights were locked onto you, attentive, until they looked away when they met yours.
“W-why are you looking at me like that?” His voice trembles, clearly uneasy under your intense gaze.
You can’t continue looking at his face, not after feeling your own face flush from the sight before you. Inevitably, your eyes drop once more, settling on his chest — fixed on the small heart-shaped cutout.
“It’s nothing! I-it’s just, well, you see…” You end up laughing nervously, rubbing your face before whispering, “… The outfit looks good on you.” Your murmur doesn’t seem to have gone unnoticed by Cross.
“Wh-what?!” Apparently, it was possible for Cross’s blush to intensify even further with just your words. “Shut up!” He pulls his hands to his chest, looking up and down at you.
“And stop staring at my chest!” His sharp voice jolts you from your thoughts, and you soon find yourself with your eyes tightly shut.
“Sorry!” Well, you weren’t really feeling guilty about the situation; in fact, even with your eyes closed, you could still picture those violet ecto thighs wrapped up by the stockings.
“Let’s get this over with!” Before you can open your eyes again, you feel a figure rush past you. It was probably Cross, hurrying to finish the challenge as quickly as possible.
However, now alone in the room, you can’t stop wondering why you were so mesmerized by Cross dressed as a maid.
I’m spending too much time with Killer, is your final thought before you hear a loud laugh coming from the living room.
It seems neither you nor Cross will be forgetting this day anytime soon.
