What’s That You’re Wearing? A Lucien Headcanon
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Warnings: NSFW, mention of sex toys, lingerie
There weren’t a lot of things you were shy about, but your bedroom preferences were an exception.
You’d never really been able to comfortably share that side of yourself with anyone. Fear of rejection, ridicule, shame…you couldn’t get past it in your own mind. Why would you expect anyone else to accept that side of you?
Tucked away in the rear of your closet, your purchases made in secret remained pristine, unused. No one knew they were there except you, and you intended to keep it that way.
Sometimes, you’d wear them and admire yourself in front of a mirror, wishing that one day, someone might come along who would appreciate your efforts and actually want you to wear them. During sex being the most obvious times, but also maybe around the house. Doing laundry, cooking dinner. Domestic activities that would be done much easier in domestic clothes, but where was the thrill in that?
In addition to the outfits you owned, there may or may not have been an arsenal of sex toys to accompany them. And you longed to use them with someone. Someone who would know exactly how to use them without being taught.
Early on in your relationship with Lucien, you discovered that he had a preference…
He loved it when you kept your bra and panties on during sex. He loved hooking impatient fingers around the fabric of your panties— damp from arousal— and thrusting his cock inside you. He loved the thrill of seeing just enough of you exposed that it did leave a little to his imagination. While you would be longing to feel your bare breasts pressed against the hard planes of his chest, reaching behind to unclasp your bra, his hands would circle your wrists. Shaking his head with a smile, he would tell you no. “Leave it on. Your beauty is almost too much for me to handle as you are.” It wasn’t that he didn’t love every part of you— quite the contrary. There were many nights spent skin to skin, soul to soul, and he worshipped your body like the temple that it was. But there was something even naughtier about being covered— being so consumed by you that there was no time to strip it all away because he needed you and he needed you now.
He discovered your secret quite by accident when he paid an unannounced visit after leaving work one day. Though you didn’t yet live together, you had taken the major step of exchanging apartment keys, and he thought it would be fun to surprise you by showing up unannounced with dinner in hand.
You heard the click of the lock and panic coursed through your veins. There you stood, in all your lingerie-clad glory, on full display in front of the full-length mirror in your bedroom.
You panicked and slammed the door, trembling. “Lucien? Is that you?” You heard his chuckle, imagined his eyes crinkling, amused.
“Of course, silly girl. Who else would it be? Where are you?”
“I’m, ah…I’m getting dressed. Don’t come in! I’ll be right out!” the panic was rising in your voice and you started to sweat as you fumbled with the straps on your garter belt.
“Oh? Do you need any help? I’d be more than happy to oblige.”
Oh boy..”Uhhhh, nooo-oo! I’m okay!” Liar.
“Are you sure? You sound distraught.” He found your door locked when he attempted to turn the knob, and you heard his disappointment in the form of a resigned sigh.
In a moment of weakness, you let him in, opening the door just a hair and poking your head out.
“Ah, there you are. Come now, let me inside.” Well if those weren’t words that had you clenching in anticipation…
Already flustered, figuring he was going to discover your secret sooner or later anyway (might as well be sooner), you swung the door wide, and— in doing so— opened the door to what would prove to be a game-changer in your relationship with Lucien
There you stood, clad in black, strappy lace, your breasts nearly spilling forth over moulded cups. Sheer knee high stockings held in place by garter clips graced your legs, and your favorite pair of spike heels put you at almost eye level with your towering lover. You had painted your lips siren red, and your hair was a tousled mess around your shoulders.
You were hard pressed to remember ever seeing Lucien blush. He was a man of incredible control, rarely showing any signs of stress or anxiety.
But seeing you like this? His heart doubled its rhythm, a ruddy blush rising to his cheeks as his forehead broke out in a sweat. He was utterly speechless for the better part of a minute, looking you up and down, reaching to touch you, but almost afraid to, lest the vision before him dissipate into thin air.
“Lucien…say something. Do you…do you like this?”
He managed a nod, reaching to pull one of the pliable elastic garter straps away from your skin, admiring the ripple of your thigh when he let it snap back into place.
“How long have you been hiding this from me? And why on earth would you feel you must?” he mused, feral desire burning in his eyes.
“I wasn’t sure how you would react. I actually…I have a lot of outfits like this. Even some more…kinky ones…” You lowered your voice to a hoarse whisper, your arousal tangible. “Do you want to see them?”
He gulped and nodded. “Yes..but one at a time, please. There will be many more nights to love you in all of them.”
You nearly lost it then. His reaction was more than you could have hoped for, and you were glad he caught you, glad that you finally could let your guard down and be yourself with him in every way.
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