✧ PERFECT ANGEL ✧

hi… yes. you text dennis saying you wanna try something new, and send him pictures of two pairs of lacy panties, one with blue stripes and a tiny bow to match and another that’s transparent pink with dainty flowers all over, telling him to pick one. he’s already losing his mind picturing you in them, says you’d look beautiful in both. but you tell him no, they’re not for you, theyre for him. the poor boy is so confused, asks you what you mean… guesses if he had to pick, it’d be the blue ones…

you have them delivered to his place (which trinity doesn’t see, thankfully) and when you come over the next time, you find him sat on his knees on the bed, naked, donning the new gift you got him.

he’d be soo flustered :( just imagining the raging blush on his cheeks that travels all the way down to his chest. d-do you like it? he’d stutter out, barely meeting your eyes. oh, my baby. i love it. my pretty boy. you’d coo, rubbing him over the thin fabric that already has a large wet spot from his pre leaking.

he’d whine so loud, head buried in your neck as he mumbles about how unfair it is that you’re fully dressed. your hand strokes his cock under his panties, running your thumb along his sensitive tip to hear the sharp gasp he lets out in response.

a-ah- ‘m gonna end up making a mess! please, just let me take these off-

shh, no. don’t worry about that right now, den. i’ll get you new ones. you wanna try the pink ones next time, right?

y-yeah, fuck, please. wanna look pretty, wanna be good, all on display for you- haah, ‘m cumming, im cumming! he whines out, coating your hand and his panties with spurts of his sticky release <3