panties in holland march's mouth question? because he is so loud and whimpery otherwise? (or colt? because he is loud in the opposite direction??) (for driver it would mostly be decorative ig because he is so stoic and quiet) (sorry this started off as an ask and is now just genuinely me pontificating on the different reasons for panties in rygos character mouths) (hope you are having a beautiful day)
chai. let’s play a game I like to call
🩷✨Why you’re shoving your panties into that man’s mouth ✨ 🩷
Holland March: to shut him up
You’re working a case and have to hide because the person you’re investigating has walked back into their house (the house the two of you have very much just broke-and-entered into). Annoyingly, you’re now both jammed into a very compromising position in a wardrobe. Holland’s cock is grinding against you with every breath and he’s beginning to whimper (because he is, of course, pathetic) and you’re going to be heard if you don’t do something now. So you just about manage to wriggle out of your panties - which he watches you achieve with wide eyes and bated breath - and you reach up to shove them in his mouth. You think he might choke on them as he gasps but he gets the picture pretty quickly; gently moaning into the lace and revelling in the taste of you. You let him keep humping you as you listen to the target on the other side of the wardrobe. You’re not a monster, after all.
Colt Seavers: to help him brace
Colt’s come back with a pretty horrid gash on his bicep from one of his stunts. You’ve become adept at patching him up now, his own personal ER, but you think this one is gonna need stitches and he’s refusing to go to the hospital for it. “You can do it, right? It’s so much hassle with the insurance otherwise…” so you sit with your little wound kit and sterilise the cut, but he hisses so loudly that you know this is gonna be a struggle. Ah! you have an idea. He watches you take off your jeans and undies, then hold the latter up to his lips. “Bite down, baby.” His pupils blow out until you can barely see the blue of his eyes. You stuff them onto his willing tongue, stoppering his mouth; he moans at where he can feel the warmth of them, the slight heat your cunt left behind, and he’s breathing very heavily as you sew him up… but not because he’s hurting. Oh no he’s too distracted for that, now…
Lars Lindstrom: to get him ready for the real thing
Lars really wants to eat you out. He really, really does. But he’s still getting over his touch sensitivity and you’re both worried that going from 1-100 will be overwhelming for him when it comes to oral. So you have a compromise, and it’s this: you hook your fingers into your panties and wait for him to stick out his eager tongue, then carefully rub where your musk is the strongest along his tastebuds. Fucking his mouth with your fingers with an added barrier of intimate fabric. Poor Lars gives a full-body shudder as he takes it in, the raw illicit nature of the act, and sits there enjoying the taste of your panties until they’re soaking wet and any hint of you is all gone, licked away because he’s so eager… (yes he comes from it, how couldn’t he?)
Sierra Six: as a memento
The two of you gather your things the morning after a steamy, secret night together; something two government agents definitely shouldn’t be doing. He catches your arm and drags you into his embrace as you’re getting dressed, causing you to laugh as he kisses a trail down your neck. “Court, we gotta get going. You know that, baby.” He slips his thumb under the elastic of the undies you just put on, letting it snap on your skin - still tingling from being thoroughly adored by him yesterday - and you can hear his smirk with his question. “Can I keep these? To remind me of you until next time?” Ahh, you can’t say no, so you take them back off… but when he goes to grab them from your hand, you stop him. “Open up, Six.” He does, ever obedient, and when you stuff them inside he moans so deeply that you can feel the rumble of it where your fingers are splayed over his chest.
The Driver: as a reward
He’s had a long day at work, and an even longer night helping a bunch of guys getting away from the bank they held up. When he walks back into the apartment it’s past three in the morning but you’re still up, waiting, in a t-shirt and those little panties he loves. You open your arms and he walks into them, exhausted, letting his head dip into the sweet-smelling place where your neck meets your shoulder. “You’ve worked hard today. Want a reward?” His answer is given quietly, as you knew it would be, as his hand cups your mound. “These,” he whispers, dragging his gloves against the fabric. So you take them off, slowly, never breaking eye contact, and when you go to pass them over he instead brings your hand to his mouth. As you push them where he wants them most, you revel in the tiny moan he lets out, something only you get to enjoy…
Ken: because he asked
“Can I know what your panties taste like?” You splutter on your coffee at the ease of his question. He’s acting like he just asked you what the weather would be like. “Uh, why?” “Because I saw some people do it in my not-so-secret-any-more sexy videos and wanted to try it myself. I thought you’d want me to ask rather than just grab them from the washing bin.” After a moment of consideration you decide that yeah, he’s done the right thing and you reward him with a tender kiss. You don’t fetch some from the hamper though. Instead you just strip them off right there, in the kitchen, and when his jaw drops in amazement you use the opportunity to shove them between his lips. He takes in a deep, juddering breath through his nose as you see his tongue work where your pussy just sat, and they keep him totally silent for the next half hour…
Ryland Grace: you didn’t, he just took them
Ryland has been lonely since arriving on Erid, and damn, he’s done his best to be normal around the first crew that’s been sent up from Earth to join him… but you’re so enchanting. He fucks his fist to the thought of you every night, dreaming of how soft your skin would be, how welcoming your mouth to his tongue… oh, it drives him crazy. Eventually his imagination isn’t enough. He needs more. So he goes to the collective laundry area and swipes a pair - ones he recognises as yours when he accidentally caught you leaving the shower the other day - and that night he comes harder than he has in months. The tang of your cunt on his palate as he licks you up, the richness of your smell where you were sweating… it’s all far too much. He keeps the panties for weeks. Eventually you confront him, but you aren’t angry. You just offer him a new pair. “Figured the old ones weren’t getting the job done any more, Ry.” He nearly comes in his jumpsuit.
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