Imagine: When You Wear Lingerie For Them
Characters: Paul Lahote, Embry Call, James
CW: Sexual content
Paul Lahote
He barely registered the black, lacy lingerie set that you’d donned for him, entirely overtaken by the lust and desire he felt just by seeing you undressed before him. His callused fingers found themselves digging into the dips of your hipbones as he pulled you closer, desperate to feel the warmth of your skin against his. It was impossible not to note the heady smirk he wore on his face. It was as if he was completely intoxicated by you, taking in every inch of you that he could with his greedy eyes.
“Do you like it?” You asked nervously, tentatively, feeling the full weight of the fervor your boyfriend looked at you with. So filled with the passion that seemed to permanently pump through his veins.
“Like it?” He gave a half-scoff, that sharp smirk of his alighting a fire in your chest that no other could compare to. “It’s on you; how could I not?” And you knew it to be true. You could’ve shown up in anything, and he would’ve still thought you to be the sexiest thing on the planet. Any anxieties you might have felt melted away at the warmth of his lips pressed against yours.
Embry Call
You could see the way he swallowed deeply as his Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat. Perhaps you’d sprung the arrangement on him too suddenly; perhaps your sometimes-shy boyfriend needed a bit of a heads-up before seeing you on such a sensual display for him. Still, you couldn’t help but revel in the way his desperate eyes seemed to drink up every last drop of you.
You twirled, giving him a full view of the pale pink lingerie you wore for him, biting back a giggle as he absorbed each inch of you before his wide eyes flickered back up to yours. “For me?” He nearly choked, and at that you did chuckle, nodding affirmatively.
“All for you,” you confirmed, sauntering forward to plant yourself in his lap. You could see his confidence growing as he planted his palms on your hips, desperate to pull you as close to him as possible. Desperate to feel every inch of you that you would allow. You couldn’t help but bite your lower lip. “Always for you. Only you.”
James
His piercing eyes flicked like lightning between the deep navy lingerie set that you wore and your own anxious eyes, seemingly picking apart any evidence of reaction you could give him as he eyed down your body on full display for him. It was as if he lived for the nervous twitch of your fingers, the uncertainty that bowed your knees together. You could feel the way he worked at you and all of your unintentional reactions, as if making you question any and all of your decisions was what really turned him on. Your uncertainty only worked to stoke his flames.
A smirk ticked at his lips, but he kept it at bay. “What’s this?” He asked conspicuously, eyes landing on your chest. If he had been anyone else, you would’ve assumed that was exactly what he was staring at: your chest. But you knew James, you knew better; he was zoned in on the way your heartbeat quickened because of his intense perception. He was internally feasting over the idea of you nervous beneath his scrutinization.
You tucked your arms behind your back, swaying your hips in nervous anticipation. If he was trying to make you apprehensive, it was working. “I wanted to dress up,” you admitted, chewing at your inner cheek in agitation. “For you.”
A grin split his face at those words. For you. And he knew it to be true. That you were eager to appease him, eager to please him. James gave a light pat to his lap, the only signal you needed to draw yourself in towards him. “For me, huh?” He repeated. “Show me exactly how you’re meant for me then.”

















