warnings ⊹₊ black female reader, lowercase intended, dirty talk, dominant kink, orgasms, overstim, crying, pet names, praise, rough, (m) receiving, damien's mean, oral sex. minors dont interact. 𐙚
damien was content with ignoring you on this quiet afternoon. if not for the crank of the air conditioner there was another chill in the air.
scrolling on his phone increased your aggravation
peeking from the door frame as he alternated between instagram and twitter both apps rather more important than you.
to see your man was a rarity as well as simultaneously being off from work so today should've been bliss. who could pass up relaxation with the possibility of intimacy with their partner? apparently damien because this isn't what you had in mind.
damien was the embodiment of hot so naturally you craved him it was more than an itch but almost a primal need. satisfaction needed to be guaranteed or you would die and yes it was that serious.
so you pressed your luck gliding over to the couch to prop your ass in the air legs bent to hover over him. inhaling his scent briefly while he rested one hand on your backside mindlessly scrolling with the other.
"damien?" your whispering voice breaking his focus for mere seconds as his eyes scan your face hands falling to squeeze your bare ass. "hmm?" is his response a slight pull to your heart strings evident.
"what cha doing?" you both knew you weren't in an inquisitive mood but you had to play the part. pulling at the hem of his shirt playfully for convenience while the action makes him move a bit uncomfortably.
"the same." he's short. concentration again on his phone to laugh at a reel. this situation is quite somber. were you still attractive? did your feelings mean anything?
the questions loomed on and at first crying seemed best. a sensory overload to a spoiled brat that produced waterworks until you got what you wanted.
manipulative you knew but damien didn't make it better by coddling you. you choose the latter upping the ante by removing his oversized tee from your frame. supple tits on full display and quite swollen from ovulation.
you figured you've got him now as he abandons the phone eyes ogling your chest but his expression is unclear. you're naked from head to toe he doesn't mind but won't read your mind further.
"what's all this?" he knows the answer but likes to watch you squirm. embarrassment with a hint of nerves threatening your composure to continue.
"I want you." it's more of a question. damien shaking his head. "what if I don't want you?" his rebuttal has you offended. the audacity smacking you in the face.
up until now you didn't give a fuck about what he wanted. your emotions pent up and seemingly riled at his comment you resolve to hurt his feelings.
"I shouldn't have to beg you to fuck me." the statement cold. you're still in close proximity with damien the couch feeling smaller as tension was evident.
"begging? you're the one naked." he's smirking a slight mock to his tone observing your honey skin. both nipples erect from the air while he adores the pudge of your stomach, orbs falling to your puffy folds he'll soon touch.
"I wouldn't have to be if you would just touch me, I'm so fucking bored with you." the truth at last voice raising several octaves as damien's had enough of you.
"you want to do something so badly then suck my dick." sure enough he's not bluffing when his shorts are discarded and he's shoving his tip in your mouth.
you're seeing stars as his hand is forcefully holding the back of your head. nostrils flaring as you slobber air physically knocked from your lungs as he's relentless.
"I don't want to hear a fucking sound." the dominance has you whimpering legs jelly as you struggle to remain bent over.
your forehead is pressed against him, eyes watering and cheeks hollowed as you gobble. movements sloppy just the way he liked it while slurping in earnest.
low moans erupt from the man chest rising and falling as the noise has you throbbing wetness forming at your core. swirling your tongue at his tip you lick numerous times doe eyes looking up at your boyfriend.
"you're so spoiled don't look at me like that." he's trusting his hips dick jabbing at the back of your throat. with one hand he smacks your clit the jolt making you cry with pleasure.
"you're so needy doesn't mean I'll fuck you." the torture continues adverting attention to your cunt. specifically your clit dancing his fingers on the bundle of nerves as you hum around him.
your juices drool onto his palm, wetness bubbling as he finds a rhythm of fucking your throat and rubbing your clit. coming to catch your breathe only when he allows.
you're lightheaded clawing at his skin before he's gagging you again shushing your pretty moans as you desperately wanted to ride his fingers.
he's close the feeling and expletives on the tip of his tongue or should I say yours as his balls tighten.
the skull fucking diminishing as ropes of cum stream down your esophagus swallowing expectantly.
"princess you take me so good." a compliment for all your hard work releasing you with a pop. your lip gloss smeared, chest covered in spit while your curls are all over your head.
hazel eyes red from all the tears but at least relief surges to your neck as you gain some composure. "now come ride this dick and I'll think about letting you cum."
the command has you nodding stupidly submitting to his every will as you hazily share a kiss. biting your lip as you take your throne.
