Dream Daddy one-shots

Masochist!Seme!Male!Reader x Damien (lemon)

Quick note : I kept both characters' private parts vague so you can picture them either cis or trans, with or without top/bottom surgery.

"I hope the tea is to your liking, my dear."

"It is delicious. Thank you, Damien."

The so called Goth Dad of the neighbourhood never failed to amaze me. Even though I couldn't always keep up with his conversations, I loved listening to him passionately talking about the Victorian era over a cup of tea. What I liked as well during our encounters was when the conversation started to drift towards some less... respectable topics.

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You had Damien pinned right below you onto the silky bedsheets covering his matress. You were kissing him hungrily, your tongues colliding as your hands roamed up and down his chest. You were careful not to be too rough, he liked it better this way after all, and you made sure your hands were only softly hovering over his exposed skin, never grabbing at it. As your lips moved from his own to one of his ears, you felt his palm gliding all the way from your shoulders to your asscheeks, his nails kindly scratching at your back, eliciting a low growl from you and a slight buck of your hips. Damien's eyes shot open at your reaction and he eyed you with concern, worried he had hurt you. But as you sucked on his earlobe more intensely, he couldn't help himself and forcefully grabbed your ass with both hands, making you whimper. You were now breathing more heavily and Damien doubted your reactions were ones f pain. A few minutes later, after some more sloppy kisses, he decided to try again to get the same reactions from you. As you were rising up to pepper his face with butterfly kisses after leaving a hickey near his collarbone,  he brought his lips closer to your neck and aggressively nibbled at the base. You weren't ready and couldn't hold back a moan.

"I wouldn't have taken you for the masochistic type." Luckily for you, he sounded casual in bed. You wouldn't have said no to some of his Victorian vocabulary in such a situation but you weren't sure you'd have understood. He didn't let you think this through as he bit harder at the base of your neck, eliciting a louder moan.

It was driving you wild. You had never felt that good, and you wanted him to know. Your hand snaked into his underwears and you started to rub him in the way you knew would make him feel excited the quickest. He tried to mark every part of you he could reach and soon enough, you were both riled up and you had Damien begging for you to take it to the next step. You certainly couldn't refuse him.

It was a delight for both of you when you finally pushed into him. As you thrusted in and out of him, he never stopped biting, nibbling, scratching at your neck, collarbones, back. You came at a particularly hard bite on your chest, hugging him close, only stopping your movements once he came between your warm bodies. It took you a few minutes to regain a steady breathing. You were way too tired to move, the feeling of each other comfortable after the high.

"That was... amazing. I love you Damien." You whispered, kissing him on his forehead.

"I love you too, darling." He mumbled, holding you close as you fell asleep.