Day 11- voyeurism & pictophilia

Rating: NC-17

Fandom: MCR

Ships: one-sided frerard

Warnings: stalking, non-consensual nude photography, implied underage

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Frank lowered his camera to look over the final shot. She was beautiful, perfection in female form. The shot was candidly artistic- Gerard, her cheerleading uniform halfway up her body, her ass wonderfully defined by the skin-tight shorts she wore underneath. 

It didn't matter too much that Gerard was unaware of the photos being taken. That Frank was violating her privacy in every sense of the word. Her form was so lovely that he just had to preserve it in a photograph, and he'd found the perfect height and angle sitting on a tree branch just outside her bathroom window.

He grinned and zoomed in with his lens as she pulled off her shorts and underwear, leaving herself completely exposed. Unfortunately, Gerard always changed with her back to the window, so he couldn't get quite the right shot- just a side-view of her small breasts. 

It would make do.

As Gerard disappeared from sight into her shower, Frank unzipped his pants, taking out his hard length and stroking as he flipped through the photos on his camera.

The two shots he'd just taken, of course. A few shots from when the cheerleaders were practicing today- in one of them, you could almost see up Gerard's skirt from where she stood at the top of the pyramid formation, but Frank couldn't get close enough without it being obvious. Several photos of the theater class's in-progress production, which he quickly skipped over to find gold- a shot of Gerard, blissfully unaware of the way her nightgown rode up while she slept, revealing her panties, patterned with strawberries. 

Frank groaned as he thumbed over the head of his cock, precum serving to better lubricate his strokes. He let his eyes flutter shut as he leaned back against the trunk of the tree, letting his mind wander, imagining just what he would do once he got his hands on her. He would pull down those sweet strawberry panties and pin her against a wall, take her from behind. Maybe she didn't want him now, but that was okay, he would make her want him, fuck her until she was crying and begging for more…

Frank moaned out and came into his hand. He sat there for a few seconds, panting and recollecting himself, before wiping his ejaculate onto some leaves. It was probably good for the tree or something, not that he cared. He tucked his dick back in his pants and shimmied back down the trunk, just in time to make it home for dinner.