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pjisskullourful · 2 years ago

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𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓮𝓽𝓼

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🌼Damiano × reader

part14 of ?? [parts 1-13]

NSFW 🔥 nasty adults doing the nasty corrupt filthy shit

° Damiano David & female reader insert

wordcount::: 7,309

° anon request×3: i was wondering if you could do a corruption kink fic with damiano and a female reader. + request: Could you please do another part of stained sheets with the prompt being Damiano’s red lipstick like in recent stories and some vigorous pussy eating because he wants to paint her with lipstick on every inch of her skin? + the many anon requests for more jealousy in this series [ask & it shall be given- requests are open] [but commissions are priority! there are currently 4 commissions in cue!]

"I just have no idea how you can watch it and not want to know what it's leading to. There's all these little hints that you aren't picking up on…"

You flung your hand up into the air in front of your boyfriend's face. "Swear to God, Damiano if you try to tell me one more fuckin' spoiler."

He grinned. "That sounds like a threat. What're you gonna do, what are you gonna do?" He was bouncing up onto the balls of his feet, all of his attention on you as he delighted in this teasing.

It was like the rest of the party had faded away and it was just the two of you joking around, playing as you would in your home. "I'm gonna write my letter of resignation from Kinky Kittens LLC."

He gasped, putting a hand to his heart. "My secretary, the best secretary I've ever known and I'm gonna lose you over spoilers from a TV show that ended more than ten years ago?"

"I don't care how long ago it ended, you asked me to watch it with you, you said it'd be a cute, fun thing for us to do together, you love when we share stuff like shows and movies, and I do too. And this is how I watch shows, baby- spoiler-free. Why can't you let me watch it my way, I'm happy this way."

It was tempting to suggest to him that you blow off the rest of this event and go back to the hotel room, where you had been continuously getting drawn into stretches of watching one episode of Lost after another. You had been stopped short of reaching the finale of season four, needing to get ready for Måneskin's appearance at another Gucci publicity event.

"Do you think that I'm not literally dying to find out what happened to Claire?"

"Oh, I know you are. You blew my hearing out when Sawyer found the baby in the jungle, but then it wasn't enough to yell, you had to throw three pillows at the TV when they didn't find her by the end of that episode."

You rolled your eyes at him, adopting a sarcastic tone. "And you're never dramatic."

"I can tell you what happens." He said. "I can even tell you how you're gonna feel."

"No. 'Cause I'm gonna feel that at an even higher degree when I'm surprised by seeing it myself." You said. "I'm serious, I'm gonna go to HR and get the resignation paperwork drawn up, I'm doing it, Damiano…" You started to back away from him. "I'm doing it right now."

Before you could get too far, someone was brushing against you and your momentum was broken. You turned to where a tall, blonde woman smiled awkwardly at you, before instantly offering a wider smile to Damiano. She stepped towards him, her hand extended.

"Hi, I have been literally dying to meet you." She said - this wasn't the first time you had heard someone say something to this effect to him tonight.

Although he returned her smile, his eyes moved behind her, not wanting to lose you in this crowd of strangers. You moved to the side, her face seemed familiar, but not in a way that made you think of any names. You sipped your champagne, listening to him trading pleasantries with this woman. You guessed she was a model, as most of the people at this party were. Your eyes moved over the crowd, wondering where your friends were (Thomas was wearing a giant hat - surely, he should be easy to find), as you awaited your cue.

"Can I get a photo?" She asked.

You turned back around, smiling in a way that was similar to how you would greet clients at work. He held a hand out toward you because she didn't have an assistant or anyone with her. "Would you like for my- my girlfriend is a fantastic photographer."

You kept the eyeroll to yourself as she looked at you, a beaming smile that could probably sell a lot of products to Instagram followers. "That would be amazing."

She handed her phone to you and you held it up, as steady as possible. As you had many times tonight, you took a handful of photos, watching the immaculately-presented woman move in a little closer to him each time.

"Thank you." She said, but she didn't check these over, because she didn't have any concerns of the capturing of a bad angle. "I have to say, I cannot believe that you are really out here, wearing a Vivienne Westwood necklace at a Gucci party." His hand went to the gold charm hanging at the open-collar of his shirt and she laughed. "That's gotta be against the rules, right?"

"Oh, but what do I care about rules, I'm a punk." He said. "Besides, how do you know that it's Westwood? Have you considered that this could be a brand new Gucci design and potentially you've not seen it yet?"

"Don't even try that. I am obsessed with Westwood, I know that crest as well as I know the back of my hand, okay? I have that crest tattooed right here…" The model's hands went to the bottom of her latex bandeau-style top and she peeled it up an inch or so, exposing more of her under-bust area.

You saw your boyfriend's eyes quickly dart away and he was reaching a hand out for you, which you grabbed with your own.

"Well don't tell anyone, but it's not just that I'm not wearing a Gucci necklace…" He said and you were relieved when she rolled her top back down. "I'm also not wearing Gucci cologne, she's definitely not wearing Gucci perfume either."

"Guilty." You said with a shrug.

"Wow, you know I was gonna talk to security about getting you escorted out of the party, but after that, maybe you need to be deported." She said before laughing. "It was so nice meeting you."

"Oh my God, it was amazing to meet you." He said.

You waited until the model was gone, you and your boyfriend turning back to face each other. "And who was that amazing person you just met?"

A thoughtful look came onto his face and he sucked at the inside of his cheek. "Um, she's that chick from- well, wasn't she on an episode of Drag Race, she was one of those really bland guest judges, right? Like, she said yas once and you could tell someone had told her to say it for the show 'cause she'd never said it before in her life."

"Congratulations, you have narrowed that down by… abso-fuckin-loutely nothing." You said.

"You're real damn cheeky and feisty tonight, aren't you?" He asked, fishing his phone out of his pocket. "Maybe next time I wanna punish you, I'll threaten you with spoilers. Ooh, you just get so mad." He was smirking at you before his eyes dropped to his phone. "A-ha and she's tagged me, so that's who she is…" He beckoned you closer, both of you looking at the Instagram profile of the woman. "Right, you know who she is, don't you?"

You couldn't recognise her name. "No, why would I… I don't think I've seen that woman on Drag Race in my life."

"Are you sure?"

"Oh, most assuredly not, I am not sure."

"Wait a second, she was at that thing? Did I meet her that night?" He asked.

"I wouldn't know, babe. I was at home that time."

There had been a lot of parties and events that you had missed out on, experiencing it only through the photos sent to you by your friends. Now that you were physically here, you didn't feel like you were actually experiencing this. There was a sense of being out of step with everyone else - a viewer, not a participant.

It was more than just the language barrier that was keeping you from feeling like this was your world.

You wondered if this was how he had felt when attending your office party.

As you shifted your aching feet in your high heels, you thought about your friends. You looked for them in the crowd again, thinking about inside jokes.

Your boyfriend was right next to you, but he was distracted. He had to try to keep up in situations like this. Everyone and everything wanted you to be overlooked by him, for him to become absorbed in selfish endeavours that would grant him some more of that invisible Hollywood currency. People wanted to be seen connecting with him to further their career or his - this left you as just the no-name girlfriend, wanting to stand next to him to hold his hand and make him smile.

"Assholes!" He snapped and you whipped around to see the cause of his dissatisfaction. "They went to that food truck without us."

He showed you the screen of his phone, allowing you to see a photo of Thomas posing beside a food truck. He was wearing the same big hat and outfit he had been the last time you saw him at this party.

The truck that offered Korean barbecue had gotten the men’s attention on the drive to the party’s venue. You had never had food in that style before and so joined in on the agreement to get back to the stall once the publicity event was done.

But they had snuck away early and you were envious. You wished you were with them - thinking of food and consuming new flavours without a care of messing up your makeup.

“This is from an hour ago, so they’re probably back at the hotel. I doubt they picked anything up for us.” Damiano said, sounding annoyed.

“Well how would they know what we wanted?”

He sighed, returning his phone to the pocket of his pale pink suit. “I just wish they’d told us when they were leaving, ‘cause we could’ve gone with them. Are your shoes still hurting?”

You had complained of this once, after he had spotted what you tried to make a subtle wince. You didn’t want to spoil the night with an endless monologue of an issue he had no way of fixing, so you had kept it to yourself as much as possible. But he had remembered it, taking it on as his problem as well.

“I mean…”

“Don’t minimise it.” He said, practically reading your mind. “I couldn’t care less about staying, and if your feet hurt, then making you stay in those shoes would be quite inhumane. I would never do anything that cruel to you.”

You nodded. “My shoes are really, really painful, Damiano.”

“Shit, we gotta go right now. Screw Gucci, my babygirl is in pain.” He said, looking around the venue. He held your hand and took one step, before pausing, uncertain in his sense of direction. “Did we… we came in over there, right?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

He managed to take another step, but before the two of you could make any real progress, a stranger was stopping you, addressing him by his full name. They politely requested a photo on behalf of someone else, it was a name that held no significance to you, but he responded with enthusiasm.

He looked at you, showing an apologetic smile. “Five minutes, I promise.”

— — —

“Are you gonna start talking again now?” Damiano asked.

You placed your shoe on the ground amongst the rest of the rubble that had collected as the two of you got ready for the event. He was sitting separate from you, at the round dining table, taking off the various rings and jewellery his body had been adorned with.

“Huh?”

“You’ve been so quiet, ever since we left the party. I figured it was because your feet were hurting so bad…” He said.

“Oh, yeah.”

He stood up, beginning across the hotel room, to where you were. “I’m sorry that your shoes started to hurt you, but beauty is pain and all that. It comes with the territory of being the sexiest woman at the party, I guess.”

You felt a blush coming into your cheeks. “Dami…”

He knelt down next to you on the sofa. “What? It’s the truth.”

“Do you think there’s a potential bias in your judgement?” You asked as you finished removing the seemingly endless amount of pins from your hair. You placed the last bobby pin aside and turned to face where he was hovering over you.

He was grinning. “No.”

“Really? ‘Cause I wasn’t even in the sexiest outfit there.” You said of the pale pink dress you had been wearing all night. The satin skirt ended mid-shin, making it more modest than what you would choose for yourself. But how much it hid hadn’t come into your consideration when looking through the selection sent to you. The second that you had spotted it, you recognised how perfectly it matched the suit he was set to wear and that had made the decision for you. You hadn’t given any further thought to the more revealing outfits that the Gucci people had sent because all you cared about was looking perfect next to Damiano.

You had been struck by a new descriptor for your dress during the quiet ride back to the hotel. He had been distracted (again) by trying to sift through the notifications blowing up his phone, leaving you to your own thoughts as he scrolled past blue-tick accounts and gorgeous models.

Frumpy. In the full-body photos you were captured in, you saw that the long gown was frumpy. It didn’t cling to your curves, it didn’t show off any cleavage - it certainly wasn’t something you would deem worthy of a date night, those were the outfits he should want to rip off of you at first sight.

“I respectfully disagree. Do you see these tiny straps, do you see how much of your shoulders are out?” He asked, lowering himself down so that he could stroke his fingers over your shoulder. “Your smooth, gorgeous, unbelievably bite-able shoulders. And your pretty neck, which is also so bite-worthy.

“And this colour looks great on you- baby pink, it almost makes you look innocent, I said almost. And did I mention that red lipstick has been killing me all night long? It really has. Because it makes your lips look so ridiculously kissable, but of course I couldn’t kiss you because then I’d mess up your makeup and you’d probably get so mad that you’d kick me out of the room and I’d have to go share Ethan’s bed. Or the corner of the bed that he isn’t all starfished over.

“It’s been absolute torture.”

You giggled. “Do you want me to apologise?”

He sniffled theatrically. “Yes, I would really appreciate it if you did.”

You threw your arms around his bare shoulders, pulling his body over to you. “I’m so sorry baby, can you ever forgive me? What if I gave you a million kisses right now to atone for my callous torture?”

“I can’t say for sure, but I think it’s worth a try.”

You were smiling as you smacked a kiss onto his lips. He didn’t resist and so you kept going, kissing him on the nose, then one on each cheek. In already shedding his jacket and shirt, he had made available a lot of space for you to cover in kisses. Your lipstick had been applied so long ago that it was past the point of transferring onto his skin, no matter how hard you kissed him.

“Wait, do you really think you weren’t the best dressed person there?” He asked.

You paused from kissing just beneath his earlobe. “That’s not what I said- I said that my outfit wasn’t the sexiest.”

“Oh.” He nodded. “Wait, what do you mean not the sexiest?”

You sighed, dragging your nails lightly down his back. “Baby, can we just skip over talking about this?” You started to kiss along his jaw, hoping that by the time you reached his lips, you would have him distracted and silent. “What if we just get totally naked and then no one has an outfit, the sexiest of the night or not?”

He allowed for you to land a single kiss on his mouth, then he was leaning back, slightly out of range. He was studying your eyes as he stroked your hair away from your face. “I thought you liked your dress. Obviously I love it, but that’s totally not the point. Do you not think it looks good?”

“No, I mean, yes, I mean… maybe, I…” You exhaled heavily, cradling your forehead in your hand. “I don’t know. I’m just not as confident as you are. And even though I know why I picked the dress, I kinda couldn’t help feeling inadequate amongst everyone else in their flashy, colourful, expensive, sexy clothes.”

“Inadequate?”

“Yeah…”

He was watching you, a look of careful consideration on his face. “Do you think you’d feel differently if you had been wearing something else, like, let’s trade outfits with someone who was there?”

“Miss OMG Westwood.” You said, the model’s name eluding you still. “With the blue lace and the latex top…”

“You thought that was sexy?” He asked, his face screwed up in distaste.

“Yeah, you didn’t?”

He shook his head. “No, I didn’t get that look, oh at all. I guess that boob tube thing could be cool in a different colour. That, in red? I would probably wear it. But with how close it was to the colour of her skin- it gave her the look of, like, a Barbie doll torso, all smooth and shiny like plastic.” You laughed but he was yet to crack a smile. “If she’s happy in it, then that’s all that matters. But if I had to choose between you in this dress or in that two-piece, I’m keeping you in this dress.”

“Well, that’s a bad example, then. But surely there was something that you saw on somebody that you liked more than my dress, you-”

He was shaking his head again, interrupting you by showing you a stop gesture with his hand. “Nope, I’m sorry but I’m gonna cut you off right here. And I don’t mean to be rude, it’s just that I know you’re not gonna be able to change my mind.”

He was fiddling with the plain silver ring that sat on his thumb. This wasn’t one of the gaudy pieces of jewellery loaned to him for the night, this was his own. “We could literally sit here and go through every photo of every person that was there tonight and I would still just rather look at you, in this dress, exactly as you are right now.”

You fought against the urge to roll your eyes - he was feeding you clichés. You didn’t think his words were coming from a place of insincerity, but he had yet to strike the gold that could change your mood and mindset.

“And you can call me cheesy and think that I’m talking like a character in a rom com, or whatever, but this is how I really feel.” He said. “It’s not that I think you were the sexiest person there, it’s that, to me, you were the only person there.”

He picked your hand up in his, kissing the back of it. “You are the only person I see. You are the only person I want, the only person I crave.” It seemed he had struck gold - your heart launching into your throat when he looked up, your eyes meeting. “You don’t even know how much you own me, but you do. I wish I could make you see how much you own me, I wish I knew how to make you understand.”

“I love you, Damiano.”

“I love you too.” He leaned back in, kissing you by the corner of your mouth. But before you could turn your head and attempt to capture his lips with yours, he had moved again, now resting his head on your shoulder. “And I love you in this dress…

“I’ve already mentioned all the fun, sexy parts that I’ve been able to stare at all night. But that doesn’t mean I haven’t been thinking about, daydreaming of everything the dress is covering, it’s just as sexy.” He said, his hands moving up from your wrists, going up towards your shoulders. “In fact, it might be even sexier, because your wonderful body is like a secret, just for me.

“Or am I way off the mark?” He asked, bringing his hands to rest up high on your back. “I just like that you and me have all these things that exist only for us. It’s only you and it’s only me.”

You smiled as you felt the zipper opening, beginning to expose your back. “I like that too.”

He had slid one hand under your dress. “I kind of want to show my appreciation for those parts your dress has been hiding, but in a, like, extra kind of style.”

You opened your eyes wide, feigning shock. “You wanna do something extra, do you even know how to be extra?”

He ignored your teasing as he stood up. “With your permission, of course…”

He left your line of sight, disappearing into the bathroom. As you waited, you finished the job of removing your dress. You stepped out of the gown, promptly returning it to the safety of the garment bag. Dressed in only your strapless bra and pantyhose, you returned to the couch, where he joined you a moment later.

His lips had dramatically changed, now coated in the same dark red shade you had been wearing all night. “I hope you don’t mind, but I borrowed some of your lipstick…”

“It’s hard to mind anything when you look so damn good.” You said, silently appreciating that there wasn’t a single speck of the bold pigment on his teeth.

“Well that’s not the point. I figured that it looks so sexy on your lips, so potentially, it could look sexy on other parts of you. A little art project while I’m getting reacquainted with what your dress was hiding.” He explained. “For example, I guess we could start right here…”

You were already smiling before his lips were laid upon the top of your breast. You ran your fingers through his hair.

He leaned back, inspecting your chest. “Yep, it suits you there as well. But how about…?” When he moved in again, he aimed lower, a mark of lipstick left on your stomach. “Oh phenomenal, that looks so fucking great.”

There was no urge to roll your eyes now - you were sufficiently caught up in his enthusiasm. You could feel your skin heating up, beyond where his touch was reaching. You couldn’t keep yourself from smiling, your heartbeat turning into a flutter.

“There’s some other spots where I think this would suit, where it would look so fantastic.” He said, hooking his fingers into the top of your pantyhose. “Could I investigate this?”

You shifted how you were sitting on the sofa, stretching your legs out until your feet could reach the floor. “Yes, you can.”

He got up to place himself between your feet, pushing your knees even further apart. It didn’t matter that you could already anticipate what he was planning, you still got excited - goosebumps rising on your skin as he peeled your pantyhose down. Your panties were taken down and his red lips formed a smile.

But he managed to surprise you, kissing you on your kneecap, and it made you feel like giggling. Concentrating on the space directly in front of his face, he gradually moved his lips up so that he could leave marks all over the inside of your thigh.

As he got closer, you felt certain that he could smell your cunt, which seemed to be radiating an eager heat. But it didn’t have an effect on him, not keeping him from showing your other leg the same treatment as its twin. He dragged his lips higher-and-higher, routinely looking up to your face, taking notice of how you were holding your breath. He continued to not offer the relief you were craving, instead he leaned back, for more watching and observing of your current state.

“Gorgeous, just gorgeous. This colour is perfect on you, on literally any part of your body.” He said, studying the new marks on your legs. Suddenly he was furrowing his brow. “Oh wait, I think I missed a…” He was leaning in again. “...spot, right over here…”

You held your bottom lip between your teeth, full of anticipation that was making you feel like you were on the edge of a cliff. This fizzled out when he kissed the inside of your right thigh and you slumped back against the couch.

“That’s better, now it’s symmetrical and it’s even more beautiful ‘cause of it.”

“Daddy…” It was hard to keep the waver out of your voice.

“You know that I just love the symmetry.” He said. “And your legs are so beautiful. I could get obsessed and just stare for hours.”

“Stare? That’s what you’re gonna do while you’re down there, that’s all you wanna do?”

He was playing a game of connecting the dots with his finger and the lipstick prints. “Huh, well what else is there to do…” He brought his face in closer, resting his cheek on your leg. “...while I’m kneeling down here…” It wasn’t just his fingers, now he caressed your skin with his whole hand. “...in between your legs? Certainly it couldn’t be that you want lipstick all over your pussy.”

“But I do.”

“I hadn’t thought of that. But I suppose we could try, because if the colour suits those lips so perfectly…” He pointed to your face. “Then it’s probably gonna look great on these lips as well.”

You were grinning when he finally moved his face into your crotch. You let out a happy sigh at the first contact, which came in the form of a sweet kiss from his shut mouth. He lingered here, the heat of his mouth combining perfectly with the wet heat pooled in your pussy.

“Mm…” His moan vibrated into your body, a tantalising massage that made your heart race faster. “...mm…” You felt his mouth moving.

Then he was leaning back, his lips popping open as he went. “...mwah!”

You giggled as he looked up at you, clearly proud of himself. There was a sparkle in his eyes as he moved his hands to your thighs, moving your legs a little more apart.

The giggle died, strangled in your throat, when his lips returned to your pussy, this time with his mouth open. His tongue swiped between your folds, pressing into where your clit was pulsing, desperate for attention. He flattened his tongue against it and you rocked your hips forward, unable to think of anything except more.

You felt his lips resting against you and then the vibrations began again. “Mm…” He gave his head a little shake, making you twitch. “...mm…” You couldn’t help writhing as you waited for the conclusion of this kiss, which he delivered with a flourish. “...mwah!”

You worked at catching your breath as he looked up at you. It was a grounding moment where no confusion, comparisons or insecurities were allowed to exist.

He licked his smudged, messy lips as he leaned back in, his face buried into your pussy. He presented the tip of his tongue in between your labia, flicking it from side-to-side across the clitoris. This quick increase in intensity had you curling your trembling hands into fists.

Your heart launched into your throat when you felt him moving down lower, giving your throbbing clit some recovery time. He licked his way down to your entrance, swiping the tip of his tongue along your slit, without penetrating. You twitched in your seat, silently praying that you would be able to make it through the rest of his teasing.

He buried his tongue inside, making you squirm as he sought to plunge in so deep at once. His tongue wiggled in, tasting the textured skin.

And it seemed he was pleased with the taste, because you were soon hearing, and feeling, another of his satisfied hums.

“Mmm…” You felt his tongue pulling back, gliding along the roof of your vagina on its way. “...mmm…” He retracted and leaned back with another exclamation. “...mwah!

“It tastes so fucking good.” He said, breathless as he sat back. “And look at it covered in lipstick, wow. It’s bright red like a cherry, but it tastes so much better, it’s so much better, kitten.”

You put a hand over your face. “I probably look like I have the weirdest rash ever.”

“Not true, you look gorgeous.” He started to get up from where he had been kneeling, dragging his hands up your legs as he went. “You look like the most gorgeous woman, covered in nothing but lipstick, placed with love.” You peered through your fingers at him. “In fact, you’ve looked like the most gorgeous woman all night. You do believe me when I say that, right?”

You lowered your hand, looking directly at your boyfriend as you started to bite your thumbnail. “I believe that’s what you believe.”

He rolled his eyes dramatically. “Do you know what I’m thinking?”

“No, but I’m sure it’s something that’s gonna need some censoring.” You said. “We’re still in America, darling.”

“I’m thinking…” He picked your hands up, gently pulling to bring you out of your seat. “I’m thinking that this is gonna take more than some lipstick.”

You got to your feet, allowing him to lead you into the bedroom. There were some kisses exchanged (more chaste than you would have liked) before you were placed on the bed. It was still in a mess from the night before and you moved up to the pillows, lying down as you watched him removing his pants.

It was your little secret that it wasn’t just his necklace that didn’t adhere to the Gucci dress code - it was also his underwear.

These were soon joining his pants on the ground. On his way to joining you in bed, a condom was collected. Looking at him coming closer, you moved, changing position to something more inviting to him.

“Covering you in lipstick and showing you that your body is a literal work of art doesn’t seem to be doing the trick, you still think so little of yourself.” He said. “And it breaks my heart.”

“Sorry Daddy.”

He had knelt down near the foot of the bed, beyond your grasp so long as you remained lying down. “You should be apologising to yourself.”

“Uh…”

“I don’t want you to feel inadequate, especially not in a room of Hollywood phonies. You don’t need notoriety to be sexy or important or the most incredible woman I’ve ever met…”

You sat up. “But don’t you think- have you seriously never thought that all this stuff, these bougie events, all of this networking, would be easier if you were dating someone famous? You’ve never had that thought? Like, one of those women the tabloids put you with- if you had one of them, you’d be with someone who knows how to act because she fits in there.” His face had fallen, a slow chipping away of his playful demeanour with each word you said. “I’m just saying…”

He had turned away, his legs off the side of the bed as he supported his head with his hand. “So, this isn’t all just because of the dress?”

“I guess not.” You said, now hugging your legs to your chest. “I guess I’m just not coping with this long-distance stuff as well as I could be…”

“Well that’s why I got you out here for tonight.”

“I know and I thought it would be fun. And I have had fun, so much fun with you. And with Vic and Ethan and Tom, always. But then we get to that party and I don’t know any of those people and they definitely don’t know who I am, and that’s kinda where the fun ends, or goes on a detour, for me, at least.

“All of these people wanna know who is standing next to the Damiano David, and then they find out. Oh, just a receptionist.”

He looked at you, not quite smiling, but less visibly upset. “I think you’ll find that the term is administrative assistant.” You cracked an uneasy smile. “But you can call it whatever you want, ‘cause you’re not just a receptionist, you’re not just someone who works in admin. When I look at you, I’m seeing you, just the love of my life. Doesn’t that denote some importance?”

You nodded your head before casting your eyes down, feeling a slight stinging on your lower lids. “Yes.”

“Oh, kitten.” He started to crawl over to where you sat. “Is there… How can I make you feel important and special, above everybody else?” He pecked you on the cheek. “Would it help… can I fuck all of those insecurities out of you? Can I fuck you so senseless that you just lose all of those bad feelings, amongst others?” You raised your head and he took this opportunity to kiss you. “Would you let me take care of you in this…” He paused to let out a quick laugh. “...uniquely Daddy way? It’s backed up by absolutely no scientists or scientific evidence.”

You were properly smiling now. “You’re making Kinky Kittens LLC sound kind of shoddy.”

“I know, that’s my bad.” He said.

“We could fix that, with our own scientific testing.” You said, releasing your arms from around your legs.

He moved in closer, placing himself over your legs as soon as you moved them away from your chest, stretching them out in front of yourself. “Yeah, do you wanna do that?”

“Yes, please Daddy.”

He took your face in both hands, bringing you in and placing a series of passionate kisses on your lips. You couldn’t contain a little whimper as you wrapped your arms around him, grasping his naked body to your own. You couldn’t help but cling, needing him to fill the position of life-preserver and keep you afloat amongst the heavy thoughts that wanted to drag you down.

The tears that had earlier threatened to spill would not get the chance to do so. As his hands explored over your skin, you felt the sombre thoughts losing their strength. Instead, with every stroke from his fingers, you were getting giddier.

You followed him out of this sitting position, continuing to kiss him as he laid down on his back. As his tongue moved into your mouth, rubbing at the roof, you caressed his leg with your toes. The two of you lost your breath together, sinking into this moment that was exclusively yours.

“Come here.” He murmured against your mouth, gently trying to pull you into a different position.

“Am I not already here?” You sought to clarify.

Both of his hands were now attempting to guide you. “I want you to come and lie on top of me, with your back on my chest.”

You moved as instructed, but you couldn’t resist stealing a kiss from him in the process, before turning to face away from him altogether. It was almost a familiar position, you were used to the feeling of his toned chest pressed to your back and he could instantly find the most comfortable way to wrap his arms around you. As he kissed down the side of your neck, he placed a leg between both of yours and you were only too happy to spread your legs for him.

His teeth gently nipped at your earlobe as you settled your weight atop him. “Can I fuck those bad thoughts out of you?”

“Yes, yes please, Master.” You said, feeling giddy from the rush of anticipation - it was like the rumblings in your stomach upon viewing an appetising dish.

“I love you.” He cooed into your ear as he adjusted how he was lying. With a wiggle of his hips, you could feel his cock and you bit into your bottom lip, those earlier flutterings of sensitivities in your pussy were coming back. “I love you so much.”

“I love yuh-” You lost the rest of that sentence when he arched his back to drive his cock to its target. He stuffed himself into you, a steady hand pressed on your tummy, making you feel wonderfully secure. A breathy moan left you as your walls relaxed, your body shaping to him. “I love you too.”

There was some more adjusting required, your boyfriend working out the kinks of this position as you went along. You shut your eyes, dissatisfied that your only view was that of the white ceiling. Closing your eyes allowed you to block out everything but him, and how your body reacted to him, each movement made all the more monumental. You grabbed his wrist in your hand, at the same time, wrapping your other arm around his.

He started to rock and your body was instantly caught in his momentum. Your breath came in quicker as you felt him lifting his ass off the bed with each upswing, allowing him to delve in deeper. You felt that deep burn of desire in your gut and you grinded back, lengthening his strokes all the more. Soon that heat was radiating out through your body.

He set into a merciless pace, which saw you clinging to him tighter. He didn’t falter, his breath hot on your neck as he worked this angle as best he could. There were no further adjustments required, allowing him to concentrate on this promising speed.

His confident pumps delivered his shaft along the roof of your cunt, until he had found your g-spot. This brought a gasp from you as a new, more powerful wave of pleasure flooded through you. Your walls clenched upon him tighter than before, spasming as he retracted slightly.

Your sensitive pussy felt every throb of his dick when he pushed forward. He hit that spot again, this time bringing more than a gasp - you moaned as an uncoordinated jolt ripped through you. Your body wanted to curl up, your legs lifting and your back curving upwards.

“Yes.” He said and reached for the back of your thigh. “Pull these legs up.” He grabbed at the underside of your knee, pulling until your thigh was pressed to your chest. “And the other. Let’s turn you into a fuckball, what do you say?

“Do you wanna be my little fuckball?” He asked as you bent your other knee and brought this leg up to your chest too. You secured an arm across your legs to hold yourself in this position. “Do you wanna be my little bouncy fuckball?” He pressed his hips into your butt as you felt every muscle in your body tensing.

The anticipation was moving into that territory of being too much and you couldn’t keep your bottom lip from quivering as you strove to answer. “Yes.”

“Yes.” He echoed, holding you in place as he started to move again, this time with greater vigour. “Be my fuckball, be my perfect little bouncy toy.” Your eyes rolled back as he went on rutting up into you. “‘Cause that’s what you are, huh? You’re Daddy’s perfect toy, aren’t you?”

“Yes, yes Daddy, yes.” You cried out.

You felt all control leaving your body as you became nothing but a series of twitching nerves commanded by him. You writhed against him and you felt a sense of awe, happiness blooming out from the deepest parts of you.

As your walls contracted tighter around him, you heard him cursing and struggling for breath. But he didn’t stop, the firm grip on his dick seeming to make him more focused on the goal. You didn’t want to stop either, pushing back against him as much as you could manage, as much as the strength remaining in your body would allow.

“You better come all over me.” He instructed, squeezing you. “All over me.”

“Yes.” The sob ripped free from your chest.

“All over me, kitten. I wanna be fuckin’ drowning in it.” He said as you struggled to cope with the rapid acceleration of your heartbeat. “Like how I wanna drown you in my love- nrgh…” His hips stuttered up into you, his consistent tempo threatened. “Like with kisses and gifts and hugs and fucks and- mmnh… and telling you.”

“Yes, fuck yes, yes, oh.” You couldn’t help shouting as you reached the peak and began to fall apart.

Your own name seemed to reverberate in your ear as he said it again-and-again. It seemed to be the only word he knew as he drove into you to milk out every part of his orgasm. You felt yourself falling into a state of disbelief as you listened to all of the different ways he could say your name - it was a whisper, it was a triumphant chant, it was a murmured promise.

Then the suite was swallowed up by silence and his firm embrace relaxed. There were stars dancing in the darkness behind your eyelids as your body slowly came to the realisation that it was over, trying to cope with the separation.

You landed on the bed alongside him, still short on breath. You were soaking up the afterglow, your mood improved an immeasurable amount.

His fingers stroking across your cheek helped to bring you back to reality. You didn’t have to fully open your eyes, scooting in closer as your primal instincts had you seeking out the heat from his body, which had become your true home.

“How do you feel?”

You let out a contented sigh as you settled your head on the pillow next to his. “I feel like I make a damn good fuckball.”

“Fuck yeah you do.” He said, arms wrapping around you.

“I’m sorry if I killed the vibe of the night with all of that.”

“You didn’t kill anything. I just hate that you were feeling that way because you- you’re so amazing and I meant every single word and I hope you know that and I hope I can make you see that.” He said.

“I do feel better.”

“Good, because my kitten isn’t inadequate to anyone. In fact, it’s the exact opposite. There isn’t a single person that could compare to you.” He said and you nuzzled into his neck, feeling those tears brimming up again. “And I’m glad- holy fuck, you cannot even imagine how happy I am that you aren’t Hollywood. I’m so glad that you’re you because you’re perfect.”

“No, you.” You attempted to deflect.

“No, you.”

“No, you are.”

“I think you’ll find that it’s you.” He said.

You looked up at his face and smiled. “I think you’ll find that I love you.”

“I love you too.” He said, holding you tighter so that your face could be covered in more kisses. “Mm-wah, mwah, mwah, mwah, mmm-wah!”

“I’m too tired to watch anymore fuckin’ Lost tonight.”

“Oh my God, me too. Sleep, we sleep now.”

“Awesome.” You snuggled in, finding a comfortable position to fall asleep in. “You’ll just have to wait to get into discussing what happens in the season final.”

You were jostled about as he abruptly sat up. “Fuck that. I’m calling room service to bring up a million coffees right now.”

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pjisskullourful · 3 years ago

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𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓮𝓽𝓼

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🌼Damiano X reader

part7 of ?? [catchup on part1-6]

NSFW! 🔥 smutty smutty smut smut of the most corrupt degree, lengthy, filled with swears & sooooo kinky

Damiano David & female reader-insert

° anon request: i was wondering if you could do a corruption kink fic with damiano and a female reader & for another incredibly sweet anon: i was wondering if u could include something like damiano teaching the reader how to be a dom and have her dominate him. all of this was then encouraged by @marlena-immortale [ask & it shall be given- requests are open!]

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"Tell me what you want…"

Your eyes snapped open to the dark bedroom, you looked down to where Damiano had been resting his head - you thought he had fallen asleep. You had been close to nodding off in this moment of wonderful postcoital peace. You wiped a hand across your eyes in an effort to rouse yourself, you put your other hand to his dishevelled hair.

"What are you saying about?" You asked.

He picked up one of your hands, brushing his lips across your skin. His big, curious eyes caught the light coming in from the street lamps. "I wanna know what you would do, how you would use my body to get off- in any definition of the phrase. If we switched the roles for just one night, what fantasies would you let me act out for you?"

"I…" You shook your head to yourself as he pressed soft kisses onto your finger. "I don't know."

He laughed, letting his head return to resting on your chest. "C'mon baby, I know you've got a better imagination than that. Don't be shy, I wanna know. I wanna be able to get you off in the most perfect and complete way. I wanna find that one thing that makes you really loud, then real fuckin' quiet and then I wanna push it further.

"When you're alone, like when I'm out of town and I text you and tell you to send me a voice note of you playing with yourself, right? You always say my name and sometimes, when I'm listening with good headphones, it's like I'm right there." You continued to push your fingers through his hair, listening thoughtfully. "I know that I always imagine what I'd do to get those sounds out of you. So, what are you imagining that I'm doing? How does your fantasy version of me get you to come?"

You blinked up at the ceiling, feeling foolish. "I honestly don't know…"

"Babygirl."

"I'm sorry Damiano, I just- I guess I don't really go into specifics, I'm lazy or whatever. I just think of you in all of your you-ness and then the toys kinda do the rest. I just have to think of you and I'm, like, ready to get off. And it isn't as thrilling when you aren't there so I don't really spend as much time on it. I get worked up and I take care of it- wham, bam, thank you ma'am."

"Could I ask you to think about it for me? Just a bit, just if you want to and please don't force anything for my sake."

You nodded. "Yes, of course. I will set aside some time in my schedule to plot out my own personal porno, starring you."

"Hey, I'm being serious here."

"You're right, I'm deflecting. But I will seriously think about it." You said.

"That's all I ask." He said, massaging your finger between his lips again. "I know you have fun being submissive and it's been going great, for me as well. But I don't have to be in control every time, 'cause I want it to be about you and your pleasure and you getting what you want. I want to corrupt all that shyness out of you and get you in charge of your pleasure. It's your body, your orgasms- you call the shots, okay?"

You could feel your skin heating up. "Okay."

"You wanted to be punished and then you told me to keep going and it was fuckin' amazing. You can always tell me what to do, I may play at it being different to that- but, with you, you can always tell me what to do." He said. "I'd do anything to make you feel happy…" He was kissing along the inside of your wrist. "Anything to set you free, anything to put you in charge of your sexuality and your body and your pleasure. It's about you, I'm just here for you."

"I will think about it, I will."

"Good girl."

You rubbed your thighs together. "Maybe I could…" You let his hair slide between your fingers. "I could pull on your hair a little."

"Just a little? You don't wanna give for as good as you get?"

"We could work our way up to that. But I'd like to maybe play with that line between pleasure and pain."

He lifted his head again. "Ooh, you wanna hurt me, baby?"

"Yeah… I mean, I like the idea of leaving some marks on you. Like, would you let me bite you?” You asked.

"Yeah, we can get a little Twilight up in here."

"Well, I don't need to drink your blood or anything."

"Got it, nibbles, not trying to take chunks out of me." He said.

"Right, I'm more than happy for your chunks to stay exactly where they are." You felt his fingers tracing over the skin of your stomach and you put a hand over your mouth, feeling a blush in your cheeks. "I just really… oh, it's embarrassing…"

"No, no, I bet you it's not. And I really wanna hear it. Don't be embarrassed to say what you want, ever. Especially in front of me, kitten. I am far too open about this shit. Do you know how much everyone wants me to develop even a fraction of a filter?" He asked. "C'mon, no one else ever has to find out. Don't be embarrassed, be empowered."

"No, it's just… I really like the sounds that you make. Like, I love how loud you get when we're fucking."

His voice came through much louder. "That's it? That's your big kinky confession? How is that embarrassing for you when it's about shit that I do?"

"No, it is embarrassing for me, 'cause of how wet it gets me." You said.

"That's not embarrassing, it's so fuckin' sexy." He said. "It would only be embarrassing if you hated how I sounded during sex, like if you thought that it made me sound like a try-hard porno actor. And even then it would be embarrassing for me."

"Okay, so I like your sounds and I wanna see how different they could be, depending on what I'm doing with you."

"I bet you've got more." He was smiling as he rolled over, lifting himself up and crawling up to reach your eye-level, his body heat covering your bare skin. "I bet you've got even filthier ideas in that corrupt mind of yours, don't you?" He picked up your hands in his, the fingers intertwining as you felt more shy than before. "I bet when you shut your eyes, you get flashes of maybe ten more things that make you wanna come. But maybe you don't know the words for those kinks." He lifted your arms up, placing your hands above your head. "Or maybe you don't want to admit it, even to yourself. 'Cause you're so used to feeling ashamed of your desires, used to thinking that dirty means bad. You're used to feminine sexuality being used as either a marketing tool or a reason to call a woman all kinds of slurs and drag her down.

"But you don't have to be ashamed. You don't have to question every impulse and think that one desire can change your worth, or think that you have to be so politically correct even in your own body. Like what you like and let me like it with you." He said, body sinking into yours. "Just listen to your body. Please, for me."

Your eyebrows raised and you ducked back, avoiding the kiss he had been poised to give you. "For you?"

He laughed quietly. "Yeah, look at me trying to manipulate your praise kink."

"You are unbelievable. You know what I might like to try- maybe I could take a stab at shutting that smart mouth. Even though I think that's physically impossible." You reached up to stroke his neck. "But maybe with some choking?"

He growled, lowering himself closer to you. "I would love it if you choked me."

"Really?"

"Yes." He took your hand off of his neck and placed a kiss on your palm. "Keep going, kitten."

"What if I… could I tie you up?"

"Please." He whispered, his nose brushing against your cheek and you felt his hot breath on your face. "What would you do to me when you had me tied up?"

"I could make you wait for it." You put your arms around him, your hands beginning to grip his back. "I could be in charge and use you how I wanted, like I could decide when I come and when you come and…"

"Yes." His lips crushed roughly against yours and you could feel his cock getting harder, wanting to find a home between your legs. "Please use me, kitty. Use me for what you need. You're such a good girl for me, but you don't have to be. You can be mean, you can be whatever you want for one night. My body is yours, just like you always give me yours."

"Daddy…" You moaned, so awake and so full of tension that you thought had been solved earlier in the night. "Would you write some lines for me?”

"Yes, baby. If that's what you want, I'll write anything, however many times you need."

"I'd want you to write on me, like, all over my body. I'd want you to write that I'm a good kitten, 'cause that's all I wanna be, Damiano."

"I'll do that for you." He said, lips hovering over yours, close but not making contact. "What else do you want? Don't stop now, don't hold out on me."

You were silent, you had lost your courage as you were torn between a few options. You didn’t want to ruin this by requesting something he wasn’t into.

Nor did you want to spoil the surprise for him. It wasn’t often that you got to surprise him and so, in the interest of gaining that advantage, you kept the rest of your thoughts to yourself.

“I don’t have anything more, not right now. But I’ll think about it, I promise- I promise I will.” You said.

He kissed you and you could feel how much he was holding back. “Good kitty.”

“Maybe I could think of more, if I didn’t have a goddamn boner poking at me, but hey, there it is and it is very distracting.”

He laughed, but made no effort to move off of you. “My bad. I know, I’m the worst. You’re probably exhausted, you already came twice tonight. And that’s not to discount how great it was for me as well, ‘cause it really was…” You saw him raise his pinched together thumb and fingers to his mouth.

“Oh, you are not.” You made a grab for his hand. “You are not about to chefs kiss over how we fucked earlier, you are not.”

His hand evaded your grasp. “That’s so funny that you say that, ‘cause I’m pretty sure that- oh yep, here it is.” He made a loud kissing sound with his fingertips pressed to his mouth, before immediately fanning them out. “That’s the only way I can describe it. It’s not my fault that you’re beyond words.”

You scoffed sarcastically, rolling your eyes. Your laughter soon became authentic as he endeavoured to cover your face in enthusiastic kisses. His stubble tickled your skin and you wanted to squirm away, but you couldn’t make yourself do anything beyond uselessly flailing your legs about.

“We don’t have to…” He said as you gasped for air. “It’s enough for tonight. I can go have a cold shower or whatever.”

You refused to let this become a reality and securely wrapped your leg around his waist. “The only way you’ll be getting to have a shower, is if I go with you and nothing about that would be cold. You’re not going anywhere. The whole point of having a boyfriend is so I don’t have to try to fall asleep uncomfortably wet.”

“Uncomfortably wet?” He repeated, the intrigue clear in his voice.

You huffed. “Yes Daddy, please don’t pretend to be surprised.” You tightened your leg around him, inviting him closer to your cunt. “The way you were saying all that stuff about use me, that was… and then, to hear you pleading with me, just a little like that. God, I could listen to you say please all night long.”

“Oh yeah? ‘Cause I can say it more.” He said, his chest pressed against yours as he dipped his head a bit lower, moving to place kisses across your neck. “Please.” You were writhing beneath him and he responded by rolling his hips into you. “Please. Please, my kitten.” You felt his teeth grazing across your skin as more heat spread through your body. “I know I’ve already had you tonight, but please, unf, please let me fuck you again.

“I’m so addicted to making you come.” His voice was barely above a needy whisper. “And I’m a pathetic junkie, I know, I know. But I- please…” He was grinding against you, slowly and softly, but enough to make your throat clench as your mouth hung open. “Please let me in your pussy again, please babygirl, please.” His lips parted on your neck and he released a heavy, hot exhale. “I know that it’s so, so late, but I can’t help myself. Please. I just need you all the time, please.” He let out a heady moan, his tongue dragging along your skin. “Please.”

“Motherfucker…” You puffed, feeling goosebumps. “How do you fuckin’ do that?”

“See? It’s great when you tell me what you want and then I can give it to you and get you- what was your phrasing?” He considered this while pressing his fingers to your cunt, making your hips jolt. “Oh right, uncomfortably wet.”

“Sonofa… you had better fuck me now, ‘cause there is literally not a cold enough shower in the whole entire universe.”

He was laughing quietly to himself as he leant back and you heard the bedside draw roll open. “Do you need some more inspiration for your little list of ways to use me?”

You nodded jerkily. “Yes, yes I really do, please.”

“Hey, that’s my line.” He said over the crinkle of the condom wrapper being ripped open.

“You’re so goddamn rude. Get over here and I’ll give you something to fuckin’ chefs kiss over.”

His body returned to yours, immediately closer and immediately raising the stakes. “You wanna use me, kitten? ‘Cause I really want you to use me…” He kissed you deeply, drawing moans from your lips. “Please.” Your toes curled just listening to how his voice melted over that word. “Please use my body to make yourself come again. I wanna feel you come again, please, please.”

“God, Daddy.” You arched your back up into him, your voice breaking.

You sank into the long and passionate kisses that he was sharing with you. Your lips moved together, picking up an indulgent rhythm that allowed him to bring you into a state of deep yearning.

You were moving your body again, needing to get some more of your energy out through gentle rolls of your hips. You needed to build some friction between the two of you because you were unable to hide how eager you were, unable to settle and pretend to possess more patience than you actually did.

“Please.” He whined, breaking the contact between your mouths, severing the momentum.

Even though he was holding your hips and rocking with you - he wasn’t yet penetrating you. It took a second or two before you realised what was causing this delay - he wanted you to take the initiative, wanted to give you a taste of control because he truly did want to inspire a new thought process in you.

You put both of your legs around his waist this time, squeezing your thighs as you tilted your hips back. With some further rubbing and exploratory thrusts, you were able to bring his tip towards your entrance.

You heard his breath get stuck in his throat as you eased yourself up, stuffing him into your cunt. His body shivered and when he did breathe again, it was a series of breathy moans - they were long, they were low.

“Good kitten, good, good kitten.” He murmured. “What a good little- ah…” The tension that had allowed him to keep his body somewhat elevated, it left him and he slid down further, more of him disappearing into your clenching cunt. “Fuck, oh, baby…”

You didn’t want to wait - you didn’t need to build anything, you were already so aroused, positively ready to be swallowed up by his renewed desires. When his arms wrapped around your body, you responded by pulling your legs tighter, your ankles crossed over one another at the small of his back. Your cunt stretched to fit more of his length into you, your walls already fluttering as butterflies filled your stomach.

“Please ride me ‘til I’m fuckin’ dry…” He groaned, his hips stuttering against yours.

You didn’t hold back, letting your body move into immediate action. You felt more desperate than you had earlier tonight, the way his dick throbbed within you made you want to get to that edge.

The more that you moved, the more that he responded until you were working each other into a brutal pace. He was getting louder and you were getting wetter. Every collision delivered him deeper into you.

When he kissed you again, you couldn’t help but suck on his bottom lip, letting your teeth brush over the sensitive skin. You put your hand into his hair - already making use of one of your new ideas and pulling on the strands. This made him growl against your mouth, his urgency increasing the force of his thrusts.

"Yes, yes, yes." You sighed.

"Cover me in your cum baby. Cover me, please, please." It became a chant, matching the timing of his body slapping into you. "Please, please, please."

You felt the intense sensations flooding through you, filling you with dazzling sparks. Your body began to contort and you lurched forward, folding your torso as you buried your head in the curve of his neck.

You cried out, all of your body clenching around him, grasping for your orgasm. As much as you were determined to keep jerking into him, to follow these pulses - you were buckling.

Your legs became limp and you depended on his strength to keep going. You felt yourself shattering, plunging deep into these overwhelming stimulations.

"Daddy, Daddy, yes."

"Come for me kitty, please." It was his turn to pull on your hair, forcing your head back as his words gained a different edge. He was no longer pleading, now he was commanding. "Please, please, please."

He rutted into you, his arms pulling your body to his again-and-again. You could hear the air being pushed from his lungs as his groans got louder. "Please, please… ugh, please, please babygirl, please."

You were shattering, your body becoming overcome with uncontrollable vibrations and you shouted out. Everything clenched down harder before you felt the snap and you could melt into the bliss of your climax.

He was groaning his way into his release, switching between saying please and your name - until the two words couldn't be distinguished from one another.

He teased out the end of his orgasm with thorough, long strokes that plunged deep into you. You collapsed forward into him, cradling his head in your arms as he finally stilled.

You felt yourself beginning to relax, ready to come down after being made so spectacularly complete. He looked up at you, smiling through his laboured attempts at catching his breath.

"Should I do it this time?" You asked, giggling at the confused look that came across his face.

Instead of saying anything, you puckered your lips while pinching your thumb and three of your fingers together. You kissed your fingertips then released your hand in a flourish, making him groan.

--- --- ---

"Wow, look at how pretty." You admired, stroking the gathered rows of pearls, enjoying the rattle they made. You let your fingers rest at the oversized pearl that sat at the centre.

"Do you wanna put this in your mouth? I bet it'd look even better in your mouth, between those sexy lips. Don't you think?"

Damiano licked his lips, securing his fingers around the plastic pearls. "Sure thing, babygirl."

You watched keenly, immensely enjoying this radical reversing of your roles. Now he was the one being gagged.

He waggled his eyebrows up-and-down at you, making you giggle. You leant in closer, your fingers brushing lightly across his bare thigh. You bumped your nose against his, kissing him just to the side of his mouth.

"I was right, that does look better in between your lips. Not as good as my clit looks there, but it's still very sexy."

You were sitting facing one another on your bed, your skin prickling with anticipation. Your mind was a disorganised mess of ideas and you hardly knew where to go next. He could always take you on a journey, with one action melting effortlessly into the next, a natural progression. But you didn't have any kind of running order in mind - you were simply flinging yourself from one horny idea to the next.

You pretended to have a sudden realisation. "Oh fuck, I just remembered there was something else that I forgot to grab from the living room." His nostrils flared. "My wand. And I really wanted to use it tonight."

He spat the ball out of his mouth, looking at you, annoyance quickly flashing in his eyes. "Another thing?"

You feigned surprise. "Is that a problem for you, darling?"

"No." His tone didn't quite match the word. "I just thought that after the wine and the chapstick and your phone charger- I thought I'd already gotten you everything and that we could start."

"We are gonna start, once I get my wand. I thought it could be included, but if you don't wanna do what I say…"

He showed you his palms in a sign of surrender. "Fine, I'll go get it." He stood up. "But are you sure that you don't need anything else while I'm out there? 'Cause I feel like I'm doing laps here."

You couldn't deny that the exasperation was amusing, it was funny watching him struggle against his habit of telling you what to do, of being treated like a king by everyone around him. You kept yourself separated from this little annoyed act. "I don't want anything other than my wand." He nodded, starting to turn to leave before you decided to add something else. "I might also like a boyfriend who does what he's told, without having a diva attitude. Maybe you could make it up to me by crawling back into this room."

"Yes kitty." He said.

You were still smiling to yourself, taking a leisurely sip of your white wine. You wondered when you would find the point that made him snap, the point when he decided it wasn't worth playing this game anymore. But he was genuinely trying here, trying to give you this new experience. And you appreciated this effort.

Your cheeks burnt with heat when he came back into view, crawling along the ground on his hands and knees.

You returned your glass to the bedside table and placed your feet on the ground, moving your thighs apart. "Thank you Daddy, what a fantastic delivery service."

He moved across the floor on his knees until he was positioned between your feet. He offered the vibrator to you and as you accepted it, you swept down to give him a kiss.

You placed it aside, to where you could grab it later. With both of your hands free, you put them to his head, fingers stroking across his skin as you kissed him deeply. You caressed his cheek, while your other hand tickled at the skin behind his ear. When you felt his mouth grow slack, you eased your tongue into him, drawing his taste into your mouth. His hands moved up to your legs, massaging you, heating up your skin.

"Do you like me crawling around for you?" He asked.

Your eyes opened to meet his and you smiled. "Yes. This is a good spot for you."

"I agree." He kissed you again before lowering his gaze. "I'd be happy to spend the rest of my life right here, right in between your legs." He lifted up to kiss your neck, hot lips moving across your skin. "Let me worship you." He worked down, moving gently. "Please, babygirl. Please."

You sighed, shifting towards the edge of the bed, your panties sticking uncomfortably into your body. You moved your hand down his back, letting your nails scrape across his skin.

“Please.” He murmured against your skin before his lips wet your nipple.

He sucked it into his mouth, the rock hard peak manipulated by his tongue with your stomach knotting in response. You could feel it so much deeper, locking your concentration into your body.

Your breath was getting stuck in your throat more-and-more. He was moving lower again and you increased the pressure of your rubbing behind his ear. Your legs felt like jelly and you were being lulled, ready to float away.

He picked up the waistband of your panties between his teeth. It snapped back against your skin and he looked up at you. "Please, let me worship you, let me worship this body." He ran his fingers beneath the waistband. "It's all I want to do." You were certain that he could smell the wet desire that was pooling in your pussy. "Please kitten, please. Use me, use my mouth, use my hands- whatever you want. Just please let me worship you."

You had to stop yourself from saying please - your manners made you want to ask politely, you were so unaccustomed to simply telling someone what you wanted. "Yes." You felt like you weren't behaving accordingly, prompting you to add something more. You put your hand into his hair, pushing his head back. "You say worship, I hope you're gonna deliver and not waste my time."

"Never." He said, sliding his fingers further into your underwear. "But if I do- you can spank me and teach me a lesson."

You grinned and lifted your butt from the bed, with him instantly ripping the lingerie down your legs. His eyes appraised your naked body as you settled yourself back down. He licked his lips, looking to your pussy as he moved in closer.

The anticipation made you feel like the whole world was stopping. Then you felt his tongue on your skin and you hummed out your approval, tilting your hips.

For a moment you forgot about the role you were supposed to be playing, you forgot about which words you weren't supposed to say. Your eyes fluttered shut and you let yourself surrender, amazed by what your boyfriend could do with that tongue.

He began at your clit, making your heart leap into your throat and you wanted to clamp your legs shut, embarrassed by how easily he could get you feeling ready to come undone. Now you squeezed your eyes shut, feeling him tease your clitoral hood from side-to-side.

Your chin dropped, your centre of gravity swaying when he brought the pulsing bundle of nerves into his mouth. He massaged you between his lips, making you squirm. Your chest swelled, filled with so many moans.

He rolled his tongue over your clit before dipping lower, seeking out the source of your wetness. Your hips stuttered forward as he explored to your entrance, his tongue eagerly lapping into your slit. You spread your legs even further apart, further away from his head.

You laid back, a hand going to your mouth when his tongue filled your cunt. He worked his tongue inside of you, caressing across your walls and bringing even more of your moisture into his mouth. You were smiling to yourself, savouring his measured strokes.

You reached your hand across the bed, finding the vibrating wand. You turned it on to the lowest setting and let it come to rest on your tummy, beneath your navel. The pulsations radiated through you, giving you a new source of stimulation to match what he was drawing out of your pussy.

You pushed the toy down lower, closer to your pubic mound. He curled his tongue up, making you twitch. You pressed the wand harder to your skin, letting your muscles feel the vibrations all the more. He flicked his tongue up-and-down, setting a fire in your gut.

You bit into your lip as you moved the wand lower again. Your hips jolted in response to this new level of excitement and you felt him sink deeper into you. The vibrations of the wand began to harmonize with the movements of his tongue. You couldn't keep yourself still, your body wanting to chase itself into an orgasm.

You were trembling when you lifted the toy from your body, readjusting your grip. You draped one of your legs across his shoulder as he started to settle into a rhythm of deep and long strokes. You changed the setting to a slightly higher intensity.

He snapped his head up as soon as you placed the pulsing end to the nape of his neck. He looked at you, mouth open as it glistened with your cum.

"Something wrong, babe?" You asked, grinning at him.

"No. I just figured you'd keep that on yourself."

You shrugged a shoulder. "I didn't want anything to distract me from your worshipping."

"Right, well put it back on me and I'll give you something you can't get distracted from."

"Hey." The assertive tone in your voice surprised you. "You did not say please."

His eyes were wide as he smiled at you and you knew you had impressed him. "Please." He moaned, louder than before. "Please put your toy on me, not on yourself. I wanna feel it vibrating down my spine as I fuckin' drink up your orgasm."

You bit your lip and reached the wand out, placing it to the back of his neck. His eyelids fluttered shut and he let out a deep breath, his jaw clenching for a moment. When he opened his eyes and found you watching him, he winked. You giggled as he moved back into that perfect position at your cunt.

He kissed at your clitoris, letting the heat of his mouth engulf you, enough to make your arm holding the toy shake. He used his tongue on the quivering bud next, swirling around it with deep and determined movements. As he gained speed, you put your unoccupied hand into his hair, your fingers moving in between the strands, ready to grip but not yet.

His tongue moved down, his lips following with determined kisses along all of your wet skin, until he was at your slit. You waited, wanting to grind into his face.

When he started speaking, his words were half-muffled as he kept one of your labia in between his lips. "Please come on my tongue." You shivered, enthralled by the idea. "Please babygirl, I want your cum all over my mouth. Please."

"Mm-hmm." Your throat was too tight for you to form any actual words.

But this was enough for him, his lips parting so that his tongue could play at your dripping pussy. You moaned loudly as he started to ease himself back into your body, sliding in smoothly and gently. His tongue pushed between your walls, letting you feel him deeper as you felt your core tightening, becoming hyper-aware of every slight shift. Your sensitivities were opening up for him, ready for him to play with you exactly as you needed.

"Fuck…" You breathed, your thighs clenching.

He buried so deep into you, your cunt spasming around every inch of his tongue as you hungered for more. His lips met yours and all that you knew was the heat from his mouth.

He stroked inside of you, giving you the most intimate and most perfect massage. He moved slowly, gradually discovering more-and-more of your taste. He would draw his tongue back, gulping you down his throat as your cunt tingled, lips clenched as you longed to have him back. And he always came back, as deep as the last time.

Rolling in and then back out, the movements of his tongue were hypnotizing you. Your hips wanted to chase his rhythm, beginning to rock into him. Your hand curled into a fist around his hair as the need in you expanded.

He pulled back before you could find the necessary momentum. But he was soon knocking the air out of your lungs when he plunged a finger into you, immediately coated in your wetness. You groaned through some strong body shivers as he caressed inside of you, his finger finding those favourite spots to push against.

A second finger came into your pussy before your clitoral hood was covered by his mouth again. You couldn't help but tug on his hair, your hips rocking, quicker than before.

"Oh fuck…" You breathed, practically levitating off of the mattress as you arched your back more.

"Kitty, you taste so good." He said, tongue touching to your clit. "I wanna drink you forever." Your movements were jerky, losing their smoothness as he carried on fucking you with his fingers. "Please let me drink you, please."

The neediness in his voice was driving you crazy. You wanted to snap.

You used your hand to pull his head away, exerting some effort as you looked down at him.

"Come up here, baby." You instructed and his fingers were quickly sliding out of your pussy.

He pulled himself up onto the bed with you, making moves to mount you. You wrapped your arms around him, kissing him and tasting your own desperation.

"You have to…" You worked to get the shaking out of your voice. "You have to get on your back." You put your hands to his chest. "I need you on…" You had to pause to lick your lips and he waited patiently, eyes moving across your face. He had an expectant smile on his mouth and it made you feel shy, made you want to stop talking. "I need you on your back for me to use you."

"As you wish, kitten." He whispered, one last long look in your eyes before he moved off of you.

He moved over to lie his head on the pillow and raised his arms up by the headboard. You ran your hand up his leg as you moved closer to him.

"This underwear has got to go." You said, hesitating from grabbing the pair of restraints. "And I think I'm gonna keep them."

His eyes grew wide. "But they're my Calvin's."

"Not anymore, they're mine, not yours and not Calvin's. I'm gonna keep them, maybe wear them." You said and he just frowned, ready to pout. "Maybe play with myself a little while I wear them and get them covered in my cum, accidentally." He sat forward, keenly interested now. "I guess you can have them back after that, maybe- I don't know, would you even want them at that point?"

"Yes." He answered, making quick work of pushing the briefs down and enthusiastically handing them to you. "You can do whatever you want with them."

You giggled - this assertiveness didn't feel entirely natural, but it did yield fantastic results. You placed his briefs aside, finally beginning to repay the favour of all the pairs of your underwear he had helped himself to.

"Are you still having fun Daddy?" You asked.

He finished rolling the condom down his entire length, looking at you with a raised eyebrow. "Don't get so concerned with what I find fun or what will turn me on. Watching you get off, that's what I need to come like a needy little motherfucker. It's all about you and how you wanna use me, please don't forget that."

"Right then, well, put your arms up." You picked up the pair of padded cuffs. You closed one around his wrist, then linked the chain in and around a couple of the rungs of your headboard. You changed the tone of your voice, lowering it as you affixed the other cuff on his unrestrained wrist. "I'm gonna use you as my toy." You saw his eyes flutter shut and you moved your lips close to his cheek. "I'm gonna use this amazing body, use it harder than I've used any toy before. Do you wanna be my favourite toy?"

"Yes, please." He whispered.

You smiled, taking your time to enjoy the view that you had achieved. Your eyes raced all over his body, enjoying thoughts of all the things you could do. No one else got to see him like this, to know how he looked when vulnerable. He was yours - absolutely and entirely. He was now the fuck toy, exclusively your fuck toy.

You laid down next to him, putting one of your legs between his without making any further moves to climb on top of him. You began to kiss him, slowly, letting your mouth warm his.

One of your hands ran down his chest while the other reached out behind you, seeking for the vibrator. You could feel your pussy twitching, thrilled by all of the possibilities.

He didn't have any reactions to the toy, as you brought it closer, switching it on again. You got your first response when you put the head of the toy at his tip. He jolted, gasping as he was truly surprised by you.

"Jesus, holy- are you trying to make me come, like, right away?" He asked, his arms straining against the cuffs already.

"No." You eased the wand higher up his cock. "I just thought it would be fun if we shared. And you are so not allowed to come until I say."

He drew in a shaky breath. "You're really sexy when you're mean."

You grinned, taking the pulsing toy off of his cock to rest it against the inside of his thigh. He was moaning into your mouth when you kissed him again and you guided your tongue into him as you eased the wand higher up, closer to his crotch again.

You moved your leg up some more, spreading yourself. You placed your cunt over the bulb of the wand, your heart lodging into your throat.

You had to break away to catch your breath, resting your forehead against his and waiting for him to open his eyes. "You're the best daddy, you buy me such nice toys." You shivered, pressing down harder onto the vibrator. "Toys that make me feel so good- so so so so good, Daddy."

He was smiling, watching you with dark, hazy eyes. "Anything for my kitty."

You sighed, rolling your hips before you decided against the wand to get you through. You pulled it away and switched it off, pressing your cunt to his thigh because you couldn't stand to lose the pressure altogether.

You held the toy up to his mouth and he instantly offered his tongue to clean your cum from its surface. You breathed heavily, doing your best to stay still for the moment.

Once the toy was cleaned up, you switched it to the lowest setting. His legs shook as you put the pulsating end to the underside of his hardness. You rested your cheek on his skin, teeth wanting to sink into his shoulder and you clenched your thighs.

You kept your attention on him, rolling the toy gradually away from his base. His legs refused to stay still and you could see that he was biting into his bottom lip.

"Please let me fuck you." He whimpered, moving into a new height of vulnerability. "Please baby, please."

"You're really good at pleading." You admired, sitting up to move your pussy off of him. "You sound so fuckin' hot, it makes me wanna tease you more, honestly."

His arms strained against the strength of the cuffs all the more as you brought the wand closer to his tip again. "I'll plead as long as you like, babygirl." His head slumped back and some of that constant-cockiness left his voice. "I'll keep saying please, as long as it gets you wet, I'll keep saying it. Please."

You pulled the toy away before it could stimulate his tip any further. You moved a leg across his lap. You eased forward and planted your knees on either side of his hips.

You sat yourself down on his thighs, his cock resting against your crotch. Even as you felt your heart rate increasing, you didn't move forward to draw him into your cunt. You took a pause to brace yourself, wanting to soak in all of this glory.

You ghosted one of your fingers along the side of his cock, feeling how it throbbed for your attention. "Is this my cock tonight, do I own this?"

"Yes." He shuddered. "You own it, take it, do whatever you want with it babygirl."

You considered your next move, but you started speaking before you could shy away entirely. "If it's mine, well then it should probably taste like me, right?"

"Yes, yes, yes, please." He tilted his hips back, clearly thinking you were going to take him in.

You pinched the skin of his stomach, getting him to look at you. You achieved another surprise when you drew your cheeks in, gathering all of your saliva to the tip of your tongue. You looked down to his cock and confidently shot the spit down onto his tip.

"Holy- mm. When did you get so good at this?" He asked, pounding his ankles against the mattress in a brief attempt to get some of this desperate energy out.

"I learnt from the master. My very patient, very thorough master."

You turned the toy on again, using the trio of the letter X that was inked onto his skin as your guiding point. You placed the head of the toy here, with him whimpering in response.

As he was being rocked by these pulsations, you pushed forward, letting your labia majora open around his length. His cock nestled perfectly into this wet area and you rolled your hips to run him along your clit.

"Oh, Dami…" You whined as tingles radiated out from this point of contact, filling your thighs with twitches.

"Please let me fuck you." There was a strain in his voice and you could feel him trembling beneath you.

You wanted to stretch this moment out, giving your clit the slow attention it had been hungering for. You drew yourself up and then back down his cock with controlled movements of your hips. You savoured every one of his strangled noises, each one more erotic than the last. You wanted to remember every detail, to come back to this with perfect clarity of how helpless he had looked.

"Oh please…" He moaned. "Please let me fuck that wet pussy, I'll make you feel so good, please."

He was arching his back, trying to make his own moves, despite the fact that he was in restraints. It would have been easy to let him take over and you knew it wouldn't lead to a disappointing conclusion.

But treating him as a submissive had gotten you this far and you wanted to keep going, to let this playing reach its own ending - you didn't want to interrupt this flow.

Your hips started to pick up speed, your need for greater stimulation betraying your plans of something more gradual.

"Oh, please, please." He sputtered. "Just the tip. What if-..." His chest heaved over desperate breaths, the chain rattling as he strained against the cuffs more. "What if I just put the tip in? Could I- un fuck! Please just- God, I'm so sensitive, I need to just… just the tip, please."

He sounded crazed, unable to keep quiet and you were amazed, daunted.

You leant down, your mouth dry as you wondered how much longer you could keep this going. You hovered above his face, watching him squirm. "Oh Daddy, you wanna fuck me so bad." You lifted the pearl necklace, moving the thinner strands up over his bottom lip. “You’ve never begged me like this, ever. You only wanna put the tip in?”

“I just need to…” He whimpered, eyes meeting yours. “I just need to be inside of you, babygirl, please.”

You held yourself still, letting his tremors work themselves out against you. You moved the vibrating toy leisurely across his skin, drawing a horizontal line over the area. His breaths rattled and you watched the chords on his neck stand out, his composure ready to leave him.

“Are you gonna be able to wait ‘til I tell you to come?”

He moaned, teeth clashing against the pearls in his mouth. “Yes, I’ll be good for you. I’ll do whatever you say. Please, please just let me inside. I need to be inside of that wet pussy.”

You pushed through the shake in your voice to keep talking, to keep playing this role. “Okay, but I want more than just the tip.” You turned the wand off and placed it aside. “I want so much more.” You put a hand to his throat, squeezing a little, letting him feel your nails dig into the skin. “I want all of it, Damiano.”

“All of it, all of me, take it- take all of me.” He babbled, his legs bending, which brought you forward a bit more, more of your body weight resting against his dick. “All of it, use me, use me, please.”

You moved the pearls out of his mouth, making room between his lips for your own. You slid your hand up to his cheek as you moved up his chest some more. Your dripping cunt getting closer to letting him in.

As you lifted your hips, you kissed him. Your lips immediately cradled his top lip with you running your tongue along the inside of it, even though it was already so wet. The chains rattled and his legs lifted higher still, you could sense him wanting to take the control back.

You lined your slit up with his dick, you could already feel him throbbing. His bottom lip trembled, unable to stay consistent on your mouth. You drank in all of his whimpers and moans, letting the desire swell in your chest.

You gripped him, slowly filling yourself with his length as your desires combined. You slid down upon what was already moistened with your arousal, almost down to the base.

You kissed him deeply, the two of you passing desperate whines between your mouths. You were feeling all of your sensitivities more, you were already so tight around him, so ready to lose your mind to his movements.

Some minor, experimental pumps were enough to have you aching all over, needing to feel his throb with everything that you had. You broke away from kissing him, ready to sit up. Before you did, you secured your fingers around the strands of the pearl necklace, lifting it up to his mouth again.

His eyes met yours, focused through his fevered needs. “You’re doing amazing, kitten.” He licked his lips. “You’re so good at this.”

You smiled, kissing him on the cheek as you placed the ball-gag between his lips. You moved your hands around to the back of his head and you changed the position of the necklaces latch, keeping it securely here.

The gag wasn’t enough to silence him, his needy cries remained present in the still air of the bedroom. But that wasn’t the point, it was about the image and how it added to the shockwaves that wanted to take over your body.

You sat up and arched your back, feeling him close to your g-spot. You grinded down, bringing more of him into you, letting him feel even more of your spasms around him.

“Uh… oh, fuck…” You gasped, keeping yourself still any longer was not an option.

You wanted to fall apart, barely bracing yourself with your knees on either side of his hips. You pumped yourself up-and-down on him, your heart lodged into your throat as he followed you into a hungry pace.

His nostrils were flared, moans coming from deep in his throat, a series of wordless sounds of encouragement. “Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm!” His jerky movements matched his loud noises.

You lurched forward, grabbing for the headboard. You worked yourself against him, his engorged cock rubbing at your g-spot. At a brutal pace, you felt yourself getting closer to your release. You shuddered and clenched around him, wonderful heat spreading throughout your whole body.

“Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.”

“Yes.” You moaned, your voice breaking. “Ah, God- who’s the… unf, who’s the cumslut now?”

“Mm, mm.”

There wasn’t any time between the collisions, your bodies bouncing against the mattress, rocketing into one another. You couldn’t stop, you couldn’t catch your breath. You could feel how close you were to the edge.

“Oh, God- I’m gonna- gonna… ah! I’m gonna come.” You cried out, over the sounds of your cunt working him over. “I’m gonna come. Shit, uh. Come with me.”

You half-collapsed onto him, your energy ready to leave you. Your chin tucked down to your chest as one ragged breath followed the other. He guided you through, noisily working up into you until you were convulsing into your orgasm.

You spilled yourself around him as he pummelled into you. Your chest constricted and you slumped on top of him. You rested your cheek against his skin, your mouth gaping open. You continued to spasm around him, milking out all of his release.

You were shivering as you rolled onto the bed, feeling a sheen of sweat all over your body. You struggled for breath, reaching up to remove the shackles from his wrists. He instantly detached the ball-gag from around his head and came in closer to you.

“Holy shit…” He wrapped his arms around you. “You did… wow, you really fuckin’ did that, huh? How do you feel?”

“Really tired, that was just so intense and I- I don’t have any energy left, oh at all. I’m gonna pass out here, okay? And you can just do whatever you want.”

"Did you still want me to write on you?"

"Huh? Oh yeah, yeah, definitely. I just- where's my pearls? I wanna…" You accepted them into your trembling hands. "I wanna wear them."

You secured the choker around your neck, comforted by that familiar smoothness on your skin. You rolled onto your back, hearing him uncap the marker.

"Did I spit on you enough?" You asked.

"Yeah, are you kidding? I didn't have to ask you to do that. Insanely hot." He picked up some of the bedsheet to wipe across your skin, wiping up your sweat before he started to write on your stomach. "There isn’t a quota I was expecting you to hit- you just do what feels right, do what feels sexy."

"I called you a cumslut, was that okay?" You asked.

"It's what I am, baby." He said. "What's going on with your praise kink right now? Do you want me to give you a grade?"

"I dunno, maybe. I just- are you sure that I did okay?" You asked as he printed careful letters across your flesh. "Like, I had fun and, don't get me wrong, I really loved having you beg, but I just- up until the end there, it just didn't fully feel natural and-..."

"It's okay." He said soothingly. "You just have more fun when you're the sub, is that it?"

You nodded. "Yeah…"

"What do you look so upset for?" He asked. "Hey, sit up, look at me, please." He grabbed your hands, pulling you into a sitting position. He settled between your legs, wrapping his arms around your waist. "You did amazing, but if that didn't suit you, if that didn't make you feel your kinkiest fantasies- it's fine. I'm just really happy that you were willing to try it and maybe you found something you did like and wanna try that again, we can, if not- whatever. I just wanted you to feel empowered to do what feels good for you.

"But I'm not disappointed. I really had fun and you blew my mind, do you know why?" He trained the marker back to your skin. "Because you're a good kitten."

You ran your hand through his hair. "I love you."

"And I love you, you're so sexy, so willing and so corrupt." He said. "Now, why don't you lay back and let Daddy take care of you in just the way you like, okay?"

You returned your head back onto the pillow, enjoying the slight tickle of him writing on you. "So, you were happy to not have any control, to get no say over what happened and when?"

He paused, the pen leaving your skin as he looked up at you, eyes wide. "You know what- I left a lot of my spit on your necklace there, how about you put that in your mouth and clean it up for me, hm?"

You rolled your eyes, smiling to yourself as you readjusted the gag to place it in your mouth. Your eyes began to flutter shut and you relaxed, letting your mind go blank as you became content.

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pjisskullourful · 3 years ago

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𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓮𝓽𝓼

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🌼Damiano × reader

part12 of ?? [parts 1-11]

NSFW🔥 kinky rude swearing smuttastic sexytimes

° Damiano David & female reader insert

wordcount::: 7,259

° anon request to the power of 2. origin of the series: i was wondering if you could do a corruption kink fic with damiano and a female reader. & another anon who wrote in, requesting: with how sweet d is with consent and asking if everything is ok and everything [...] I would love to see his reaction if gf uses her safeword - like if she’s being punished or something and she gets overwhelmed and needs to be reassured that he loves her and it’s only play or something like that [ask & it shall be given- requests are open] [but commissions are priority!]

° inspired by this spicy audio erotica

"Ew, oh my God, ew, what is- what the Hell is this?"

You snickered, looking away from the currently-stationary character on your laptop screen. Max's voice came from your phone, resting next to you on the coffee table. "What's wrong, honey?"

"Did I just crawl up into someone's asshole?" Your friend sounded highly disgusted by the part of the video game you had instructed her to.

You laughed harder now, considering the setting that Lara Croft waited in - the corridor imitated the appearance of human muscles, almost blood-red in colour. It was drastically different from any of the other corridors in the preceding thirteen levels of the original Tomb Raider game, which had all been made of typical materials like stone or sand. During your previous playthroughs you had thought this shift in design was gross, but Max's observation was beyond any comparisons you could have thought up.

You had been trying to talk her into playing this game for months, happy to help her with insights of how to get through the more vexing obstacles now that she had been willing to buy it for herself. She was so close to the final level, you didn't want her to quit because of this gory scenery.

"No, no, no, you're still in Atlantis. It's just, like, you're surrounded by the material that's making the mutants-"

She groaned. "More mutants?"

"-so it's alive like they're alive. I guess it's, like, a giant alien organism or something. But it's definitely not a butthole."

"Right, aliens, whatever. You cannot tell me this doesn't look like a goddamn booty hole." She said. "It's pulsing like an asshole and everything."

"How much time are you spending looking at buttholes?" You asked through your laughter. "Is there a more serious conversation you and me need to be having, wifey?"

She was laughing as well. "Shut up, shut up."

"I'm home…" Damiano's voice called out, surprising you after you had failed to hear the sounds of him unlocking the door.

"Oh, hey babe." You hit the pause button on your game and picked up your phone. "Do you think you can handle this ass on your own, honey? 'Cause Dami just got home and…"

"I can do it." She said, her voice full of confidence. "I'm gonna show this ass who's the boss. It's me. I'm the ass boss, the boss booty hole bitch."

"Okay, text me if you need help." You said, looking over your shoulder once the call was disconnected. You found your boyfriend coming into the room. "Hi baby."

There was a strange look on his face as he came over to sit down at the couch behind you. "Do I want to know what that call was about?"

You smiled, giving his knee a pat as he removed his leather jacket. "Just gaming stuff."

"Oh, the gamer girls- you've had a busy afternoon, then?"

"Yeah. She needed help getting past the creepy dopplegänger."

"Right…"

You saved your progress and closed the game so that you could give him your full attention. You turned around on your spot on the floor, watching as he was taking off his shoes, getting comfortable. But the look on his face remained, his eyes not focusing on your face, instead moving around the room.

"Are you okay?" You asked, stroking your hand across his knee. "I thought you were looking forward to work today- were none of the outfits right?"

The band had been doing fittings, trying to find the perfect outfits for their appearances at Eurovision. They needed to dress in a way suitable for the winners. Usually, he had a lot of fun on days like that. He loved to play around in clothes, delighting in little fantasies of being a model and striking ridiculous poses.

"It was fine, maybe not exactly what we're looking for, but nothing explicitly bad."

"So, what's wrong?"

His nostrils flared and there was a darker tone in his eyes. He sat forward a little, his eyes moving around the room again. "What is wrong?"

You felt unnerved as you watched him, your mind racing. You weren't seeing a clear path to making him laugh, to finding a way to crack this icy exterior he was currently holding up.

"I'm just wondering how long you spent playing video games, in comparison to how much time you spent unpacking your boxes. What do you think the ratio would be?" He asked sternly.

"I didn't…" You curled your hand into a fist, looking down at where it rested against your leg. You had lost track of time, intending to get to unpacking later, but unintentionally disappointing him. "I haven't unpacked at all, it just slipped my-"

"Hey, can you look at me when you're answering my questions?" He asked and he snapped his fingers, making you flinch.

You looked up, intimidated by him at this moment. "I'm sorry, I didn't unpack anything in the whole time you were gone, 'cause I got distracted and I was tired of it from this morning and…"

"You were tired of it? Do you wanna know what I'm tired of? Looking at all these boxes, you've been here for over a week and yet every room that I'm in, all I'm looking at is cardboard boxes. There's five in this room, five- and you couldn't be bothered to unpack even one?"

"I can unpack right now." You said, preparing to get up. "Most of them are books, it'll be quick once I get started on it-"

He leaned forward, coming into your personal space and making you hesitate, as you were stuck under his deep stare. He put his hands onto your cheeks, guiding your head. "No, I don't think that's-... Too little, too late, kitten." His voice was low as his fingers moved tenderly over your face. "I'm irritated now and I'm feeling the need to blow off some steam."

You nodded your head as his thumb moved over your bottom lip. "I understand, let me help." You moved your hands to his belt, beginning to undo it.

"Hang on, hang on, stop." He said. "This is gonna be a punishment, do you get that? It isn't much of a punishment if you get satisfaction out of it and I know how you work, I know how much delight in getting me off. You'll be feeling all proud of yourself and that's not what this is about. Do you wanna be an obedient girl and come with me into the bedroom?"

"Of course."

You got to your feet, following him out of the lounge room. You weren't buzzing with the excitement of what was to come, and not just because you weren't expecting to get off anytime soon. You weren't thrilled to take on the challenge of cheering him up and proving yourself, you weren't thinking up tactics.

Your mind was crowded, especially as the path to the bedroom took you past more full cardboard boxes. You were sick of looking at them too, tired of having to pause and search anytime you wanted something. But the hours had slipped by without you noticing, leaving you to look at a far less productive day than you had expected for this Sunday.

"Being this messy and lazy and selfish- it's very out of character for a good girl." He said, gesturing over to the bed. As you walked toward it, his hand collided with your butt, making you squeak in surprise and you sped up. He didn't join you on the bed right away, instead going to the wardrobe. "But maybe you're only a good girl when Daddy gives you strict instructions, is that the case?"

"No, that's not necessary…"

He was looking through a large plastic box that sat on the top shelf, a box you recognised on sight. "Are you sure?" The toy that he pulled out wasn't familiar to you. "'Cause there's a lot of evidence to the contrary here."

"I'm not-... what are you holding?" You asked, your eyes constantly moving back to the stout black cylinder held in his hand.

"Oh, this?" He extended his arm, but it still wasn't close enough for you to see any enlightening details. "This is one of my toys, a toy that is just for me. It's a fleshlight."

"Flashlight?" You narrowed your eyes - that name matched what you were looking at, but it didn't match the current setting. "What is that for, you're gonna shine it in my eyes and interrogate me to get the real answers? 'Cause I'm telling you the truth."

"Nuh-uh." He showed you the thicker end of the device, its rigged, clear plastic top not revealing any of its secrets to you, prompting him to break the word down to its syllables. "Fuh-lesh-light."

"Huh?"

"You've never…?"

"No." You said, you started to hold your hands out then drew them back, unsure if he wanted you to hold it or not. "What is it?"

"It's a cock-sleeve, basically." He handed it to you as he came closer to the bed. You held the lightweight tube in your hand, looking at the strangely-textured plastic that covered one end - the rest of it was plain black, reminding you of a torch. "It's just a nice little aid, that gives me an option other than just my hand, when you aren't around.

"It's a tight-little hole, full of ridges and it kinda simulates getting my cock sucked." He said, standing at the end of the bed as he removed his belt and then his shirt. "Of course, toys are never as good as the real thing. But I have to use it now, 'cause I need this tension released, but you don't get to have my cock, 'cause only good girls get cock."

"But I wanna be your good girl." You said. Even though you didn't know what to do with this toy, you knew what he wanted to hear, you could fall back on the phrases that he had proven to like in the past. "Please tell me what to do, Master."

His jeans had been shed and he placed his knee on the bed, his eyes meeting yours as he leaned in. "You're gonna get naked and hold this in between your legs, so I can fuck it and you can watch me getting off with absolutely no help from you- that'll put you in your place."

"Okay." You started to take your clothes off. As you placed them aside, off the bed, you couldn't help but notice the two boxes that were stacked in the nearby corner - more boxes.

He got your attention back to him, his fingers beneath your chin, guiding your head around. You smiled weakly as you found him kneeling directly in front of you. He licked his lips as he leaned in, your lips meeting in a slow kiss.

This succeeded in getting you to shut your eyes, the boxes gone from your sight as you sank into the kiss. You tried to turn your thoughts off - to just enjoy what you could feel. You let your senses prick up, to be entirely of this moment, beginning to indulge in this tender kiss.

But it wasn’t a nice or sweet kiss - it was a trick. He gained the advantage of surprising you when he pulled away abruptly. You weren’t able to follow him, to initiate any further kissing, because his hand went to your throat, with the slight amount of force that was enough to hold you back.

Before you had enough time to react, or even open your eyes, this hand was pushing you. His body easily overpowered yours and you were falling back onto the mattress.

Once you were flat on your back, you were held here by his set grip on your throat. Your breathing was mostly unaffected as your eyes fluttered open, finding him hovering over you.

He was all that you could see, looking up and trying to read the expression on his face. You wanted to find that familiarity, to see the cue that would call back to a past encounter, so that you could win him over.

He leaned to the right and you heard a draw slide open, then you heard the plastic cap on the tube of lubricant being pushed open. Then his hand left your throat so that he could take the fleshlight from you.

“Spread your legs a little. Yep, that’s good.” He said, placing the end of the toy into the new space between your thighs. You brought your legs together on either side of the fleshlight, keeping the open end pointing up at him. “I’m gonna need you to keep it there with just your legs, you got that? Because these naughty hands…” He gave your wrist a flick from his fingers. “I don’t wanna see them unless I say.”

You lifted your arms, wondering if he might put restraints on you as you laid your hands above your head. “Yes.”

He swiftly flicked your wrist again. “Yes, what- who are you saying yes to?”

“Daddy, I’m saying yes Daddy.”

“That’s better.” He changed his positioning on top of you, sitting up and you heard the slicking of the lube being spread. “God, you really need to be put in your place.”

Your eyes followed the movement down, seeing where he was massaging the gel over his dick, which was already fully erect. Your fingers twitched, a deep desire to touch him wanted to take over. But you curled your hands into fists, trying to ignore the mental itch - just as you were endeavouring to ignore the way your cunt throbbed for attention.

You heard how shallow his breathing had become, this cycle unpredictably punctuated by some light moans as he shifted his body weight forward. He was hovering over you again, but this time you weren’t absorbed in reading his face.

You tucked your chin down, watching how he interacted with this device that you had never seen before. You tensed your muscles around it as his tip got closer. He held the top of the fleshlight steady with one hand, while his other hand guided his cock.

Without your comfort to worry about, a gentle penetration was not necessary. He could sink in as quickly as he liked, shuddering as so much of his shaft disappeared into the toy. Directly in front of your pussy, you saw his length plunging into a tube of plastic.

“What’s that look on your face for, babygirl?” As soon as his hand left his dick, it was returned to your throat. “Is your pussy feeling a little sad and neglected?”

You lifted your eyes to his face, which was now only a few inches away from yours. “Yes, Daddy.”

“That’s too bad, because this isn’t about you or what you want. You got to be selfish, now I do, too.”

There were some sounds that got stuck in his throat as he started to fuck himself into the toy. Your body was soon being worked over by this momentum and you found that you could feel some friction building within you.

“You’re gonna lie there and take it, take this punishment.” He said, his breathing coming through more ragged as he started to pick up speed. “And you’re gonna learn your lesson. You’re gonna learn why there can’t be one selfish person in a relationship. It doesn’t work, we’re supposed to be a team. Nod your head so that I can see that you’re listening…” You nodded jerkily, unable to keep a whiny sound trapped within you as you did so. “That’s right, nod so I know you understand what I’m saying.”

You went on nodding your head as heat pooled in your cunt. You were receiving a pressure to your pelvis, but there was nothing for it to connect with, as your pussy clenched around a similar amount of nothing.

“You’re lucky that you have a daddy that loves you enough to put time into training these bullshit bratty behaviours out of you.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

You could feel that your nails were beginning to press into your skin, but you couldn’t relax your hands, not when they were so desperate to get on him. If you lowered your defences, you weren’t certain that you would be able to keep yourself from giving into your desires, to follow your instincts.

You wanted to have your hands all over him, you wanted to throw your arms around him, you wanted to have your fingers in his hair.

You could hear and see what was happening to him - but there was a strange disconnect, almost like wearing a VR headset. You could accept that everything was real, but it wasn’t fully real to you.

The reality became more tangible to you when his mouth met yours, reminding you that you weren’t an audience member. You could settle into something of a rhythm with him, letting your jaw relax as he sucked your bottom lip into his mouth.

You could enjoy his noises all the more as they were vibrating directly into your mouth. All of his moans were incredible to listen to, as he clearly shared his mounting arousal with you. You were ready to be intoxicated when you felt his tongue gliding between your lips. These sounds unlocked memories and you began to arch your back, wanting to transcend into these feelings with him.

But you kept your legs firm, unwilling to let the fleshlight slip.

He pulled away from your mouth with a gasp for air. You were licking your lips as you listened to him start to speak again. “Maybe when I’m finished, I’ll take my cock out of this thing and slap it on your tongue a bit and you can taste what you could’ve had- if you were a better behaved kitten…”

His hand left your throat as you felt the collision of his body with greater impact, more of his body weight pressing into you. One of his hands held your hip, the other grasping at the bedsheets and you thought you were beginning to witness the signs that he was getting close.

He let his head fall to the curve of your neck and you bit into your bottom lip, trying to ignore the way that the hard plastic rubbed at your skin. Because he was almost finished.

Just as you were almost getting fucked. Having him so close, yet not actually stimulating any part of your pussy - it was almost enough to distract you from all of those boxes that you needed to unpack. You almost didn’t feel guilty for the mess you had made in the house.

But almost wasn’t good enough and you snapped, before he could snap to gain his release. The way that the plastic casing was rubbing began to burn. And upon opening your eyes, your gaze immediately landed on the boxes - and you knew that this moment needed to end.

“Puh-pumpkin.” It came from your trembling lips and you could feel your chest tightening as you tried to raise your voice. “Pumpkin, I’m sorry. Sorry, sorry.”

Straight away, his body lifted off of yours. “I’m sorry. Sorry, shit, I’m sorry.” You felt the toy pulled away from you before he cradled your face in both hands. “Are you okay? I’m sorry, what happened- was… sorry.”

You started to sit up, finding a completely different look on his face than before. You smiled weakly. “I’m okay. It’s not, like-... I’m sorry.”

He had gone back into the bedside draw, this time bringing out a small, battery-operated fan. He switched it on, directing the cool air at your face. “Hey, you don’t have to apologise. Are you hurt?”

“No, maybe some chafing, but I don’t think it’s anything major.” You said, feeling that you were thinking clearer now that your lungs were filled with enough air again.

“Was I too mean? I’m sorry, I totally got too carried away and I was fixated on this idea. But it’s all just play…” His hand rested on your shoulder, his fingers tenderly stroking your skin. “I didn’t mean to upset you, or anything like that. I’m sorry, kitten.”

Once you had secured your hair back into a tidy ponytail, you reached for him, placing a hand on his cheek. “If I don’t have to apologise, neither do you.” He didn’t instantly buy this idea, you could tell from the look on his face, and when he opened his mouth, drawing in a deep breath, you were certain he was about to present his reason behind not agreeing.

But you had something to distract him, pointing down before he could start talking. “Is it okay if your little friend isn’t included in this conversation?”

He looked down to where the black toy still encased his cock, and burst out laughing. With the erotic atmosphere now spoiled, you laughed as well, watching as he grabbed the toy from where it had remained suckered to his dick. He had taken it away and set it aside without any fanfare, without any swearing - the scene swiftly concluded.

“I literally forgot it was there.” He said with a sheepish smile. “All my adrenaline went into that protector part of my brain and I just had to make sure you were alright. And I guess that I stopped feeling my body, cock included.”

You put a hand over your eyes, still laughing. “Oh my God.”

“How do you feel?” He asked and you pulled the giggling side back, following him to this shift of something more serious. You took your hand away from your face, feeling the cooling from the handheld fan as he kept it pointed at you. “Do you know what happened?”

“I just didn’t- I wasn’t in the right headspace and it was like there was this block in my mind and I couldn’t really relax or, like, enjoy myself. I was getting tripped up on these negative thoughts, and I guess it… well, what’s the word for people with vaginas having their boners killed?”

“We can say boner killer.” He said.

“Great, that- I really hated that I disappointed you, or disrespected you in any way with the mess. And I was annoyed at myself and I felt guilty. And all of that kept me from getting properly aroused and having fun.”

He was staying mostly out of your personal space as you came down from the heightened moment of having to use your safe word. But he was attentive without touching - listening without interrupting and studying your body language. “I’m really proud of you for saying the word.”

“Thanks.”

“But I hope you know that I’m not actually disappointed in you, or anything like that, oh at all.” He said. “Of course having boxes everywhere is annoying, but is it the worst thing that’s ever happened to me? God, no. It’s not even the worst, most annoying thing that’s happened to me today.”

You raised your eyebrows. “Is that right?”

“When we first got there, they gave us coffees and teas- you know, being good hosts before the stylist started showing us the clothes. And I jumped the gun and had a sip too soon and the tea burnt my tongue.” He said. “It still feels weird and uncomfortable, and that’s the worst thing to happen to me today.”

You leaned forward, putting your head on his shoulder as you couldn’t help but laugh again. “Aw, my poor Damiano, his wounded tongue.”

“My point still stands that your boxes being around the house isn’t the end of the world.” He said, linking an arm around your waist. “Because I get it, moving house is hard, it is so draining. And this is your weekend, of course you wanna relax and have some laughs with your bestie. You’re allowed to do that without guilt, kitten. And I’m sorry for making you feel the opposite of that.”

“Thank you.” You said, straightening up so you could kiss him on the cheek.

“If you wanna go back to your video game, please don’t feel like you can’t on my account.” He said. “I know how much you enjoy getting into your nerdy gamer space.”

You made a face of exaggerated disgust. “Excuse your mouth, Lara Croft is not a nerd. But I think that I’ll find it easier to relax if I unpack a few boxes.”

“Only if you want to.”

“Yeah, I’m sick of not knowing where my favourite hoodie is.”

“I can help. I mean, I should probably shower first, ‘cause I’m all lube-y and gross. But, after that?”

“Yep, I’ll let you know if I need a hand. But it should be fine.”

“I’m always happy to give you a hand.” He said, finishing his sentence by laying an open-hand upon your breast.

— — —

“What is it about having books up on a shelf that makes the house look so much more grown-up?” Damiano asked.

The day had only improved since the unfinished scene play. He had emerged from the shower full of an energy so far removed from the mood he had come home in. Your strange feelings of being disconnected from reality were long gone.

Your safe word had possessed a power beyond what you had already known. It was like a magical spell and speaking it had cleared the fog, now the two of you were back in sync.

You had unpacked a few boxes of clothes - filling out the empty side of his wardrobe with bright dresses and more conservative, ‘real world’ clothes. He had unpacked some of the boxes labelled fragile, before unpacking most of your books.

There were still boxes scattered around the apartment, but (as you looked back to where he was relaxing on the couch) you didn’t think he was begrudgingly keeping a count of these in mind.

You had been standing in front of one of the bookshelves, trying to determine the best order for the framed photos now on display. He had found these in a box, instantly distributing them out to sit alongside his own framed photos and mementos. Photos of the two of you together were now beside photos of childhood pets. He had been thorough, finding a place for each one - photos of your since-deceased grandparents next to photos of his parents' wedding.

You took a step back, finding that you didn’t need any kind of uniformity in how these memories were displayed. The photo that you held in your hands (a selfie of yours from a day at the beach with Max) had looked just fine where he had set it out (next to a childhood photo of him, smiling a mostly-toothless smile, with his brother). You returned it to the shelf and took in this sight of how your lives had merged together.

He would soon know the story behind every single one of these photographs. Then the two of you would set about capturing your own stories.

“Okay, now you’re just stretching to call me a nerd.” You said, walking over to sit with him on the couch. “Don’t act like you didn’t have any books in this house before I moved in.”

“No, you’re right, I did. But just not this many. That bookcase is full of books- full. And I dunno, it’s got me feeling like a proper adult.” He said, making you giggle as you stole his glass to have a sip of wine. “I wasn’t sure if they were in an order of, like genres or whatever, so I just tried to get all the similar size books together.”

You glanced over your combined library, none of the placements hitting you as offensive to the eye. “It all looks great to me, babe.”

You consumed one more sip before he was taking the white wine back for himself. The two of you fell into a comfortable silence (not needing the background noise of the television or any music playing) and you snuggled into his side, your head coming to rest on his shoulder. He put a hand on your thigh as you let your eyes move around the room. You mentally noted all of the differences, seeing more of your fingerprints in this space.

“Do you remember how terribly they had staged this place for your first viewing?” You asked - to look back on it now made it feel like so long ago.

But it had been less than a year ago. This time last year, he had been a song you might hear on the radio.

In April, your boss had been so excited at the prospect of securing a buyer for a luxury penthouse that had been passed over numerous times. But it had been the perfect fit for Damiano, he loved the location, it met his expectations of a private residence, it was big without feeling like a warehouse.

“Yeah, they had two chairs at the dining table and then so many empty vases, like, would it have killed them to put a single flower in one? It was so strange and sterile. Did they think I was a minimalist or something?” He asked.

You shook your head. “I really don’t know what they thought was inviting or homey about that set up. I guess they were going for that whole blank canvas thing- like it’d be easier to imagine how you could live here, if you weren’t focusing on a particular couch that looks uncomfy as Hell. So, in that sense, it worked. But it was weird, and I need the record to show that I had nothing to do with it.”

“Well, how about now?” He asked and you sat up, turning your body to face him. “Now that you have helped with the decor- do you like it better?” You crossed your legs in front of you and he passed the glass to you again. “Is it homey enough?” He trailed his fingers down the side of your neck. “Is it suitably inviting?”

“Hmm.” You pretended to put serious thought into this as you took a sip of wine. “It’s an improvement, that’s for sure. I like that painting…” You pointed to a canvas on the far wall. “I don’t know if I would describe it as homey, but it’s interesting, it’s good. This is a good spot for the couch, under the lights and it doesn’t block off any walkways.

“Let me see…” You looked around the room, gasping in false-surprise when your gaze came to him. You placed your fingers under his chin. “Yes, I love this part.”

He rolled his eyes, but allowed you to kiss him, regardless of how cheesy he thought your joke was. You tilted your head, deepening the kiss until you could taste him. His hand moved up, gently holding you at the back of your head. You were leaning in closer and you put your unoccupied hand to his chest, grabbing the fabric of his shirt.

You were smiling, listening to his heavy exhale as you pulled back just a bit. While his eyes remained shut, you lowered your head, moving in for his throat. “If you wanna talk about inviting…” He sharply inhaled, clearly caught off guard when you dragged your tongue across his skin. “This part right here is so very inviting.”

You handed the wine glass back to him, not wanting any distractions as you started to lavish his neck in so many enthusiastic kisses. You didn’t know where the glass went after this, all you knew was that both of his hands were on you. His fingers were sliding into your hair and he was pulling you in closer, with a firm hand on your back.

You slipped your hands in under his shirt, pushing the fabric up without a single act of resistance from him. “And all of this…” He was wearing a smirk as he helped you remove the shirt. “This is especially inviting…”

You let your fingers roam all over his body, tracing the contours of his chest with the lightest touch. He released a shaky sigh, eyes fluttering shut as he brought you in for another kiss. You moved your hands to his pectorals, feeling the hot skin here.

You let your fingers go to his nipples, earning you a startled groan from him. When you gave them each a pinch, his arms around you tightened as he showed you just how receptive he was to this teasing. You were being brought into his lap as you gave his unpierced nipple a slight twist. His hands were so firm on you that you only wanted to play more, to bring more reactions out of him.

“What about the bedroom?” He asked in a whisper.

“Oh, I’ve always found that room to be very inviting.”

He agreed with a smile and another kiss, before getting up. He took your hands in his and you started down the hallway together.

Once in the bedroom, he turned to face you, a serious look in his eyes. “Are you, is this the right headspace for you? ‘Cause if you don’t feel right…” You interlocked your fingers with his, bringing your hands up into the space between your chests. “We don’t have to do anything that you don’t feel like.

“I love you.” He said and you maintained eye contact with him as you started to kiss across the backs of his hands. “We can literally just cuddle, if that’s all you wanna do…”

“I want more than a cuddle.” You said, bouncing up to kiss his lips. “The best thing that came from before, were all of those horny noises you were making and I wanna hear more, I wanna hear what you’ve got when I’m contributing. What do you say?”

“I say that you need to get your ass on that bed right now.”

You undressed each other, the process delayed by how often you were grabbing at him for a kiss, and vice versa. In the wake of these heated collisions, his eyes were on you - taking in every detail, like the most astute student. You were already feeling a different energy to the earlier encounter, almost as if it had happened in a separate home.

“No punishments, no characters, no rules.” He was saying and you laid yourself back from where you had been sitting at the edge of the bed. “Just you and me.”

You sighed happily, closing your eyes as you waited for him to join you. You heard a drawer opening and you heard the crinkling of a condom wrapper being ripped.

The noises that followed this were slight and, as you held your eyes shut, you weren’t sure what he was doing. He just kept you waiting.

And when you did open your eyes, sitting up a little as you did so, you found no obvious explanation for the delay. He was standing and looking straight at you, with nothing in his hands to distract.

“What are you doing?”

He shrugged a shoulder, wearing a small smile that would have looked shy on anyone else. “Looking at you. Do you have any idea how incredible your body is?” This got you blushing and grinning. “I don’t think I would ever get tired of looking at you.”

“What about me?” You asked, raising an eyebrow. “What if I get tired of waiting?”

“How rude of me…” He said, placing a knee on the mattress alongside you. You saw him raise his other leg, but then he paused, seeming to change his mind over climbing on top of you. “Actually, I might like to stay standing.” He touched his tongue to his finger briefly, then reached down, caressing your exposed stomach with this finger. He had started to grin as he drew an invisible line down your front. “Then I can just watch you, I can take in all of this body. Is that okay with you, kitten?”

“Yep, but…” You laid your back flat upon the mattress again. “I was expecting kisses, so I hope you know that you’re gonna owe me a whole lotta kisses later.”

He blew a kiss in your direction. “I’m gonna save all of my kisses for you, baby.”

As you laughed, he readjusted, placing both feet onto the ground and standing between your parted knees. Your legs were moved further apart as he placed his hands beneath each of your knees. With your legs spread far enough, he could now stand directly against the bed - the distance between the two of you greatly decreasing.

Next, he lifted your legs a little, tilting your hips. Your eyes met and you could see a fire burning in his eyes - this matched perfectly to what you were feeling in your gut. From this thorough gaze, to the firm way that he was holding your legs, it felt like so many things were being said.

All of the reassurances, all of the validation - these were present.

Even though the next noises in the room didn’t come until you were gasping as his body weight rocked forward, his length beginning to fill your pussy. You hummed happily and let your eyes flutter shut, sinking into this feeling. Gradually, he eased himself further in and you heard groans in response to the excited spasming of your pussy.

You smiled, revelling in every sensation currently on offer to you. You didn’t lament the things you weren’t receiving - like the feel of his lips on yours or his body heat covering you or his tongue in your mouth.

You became so consumed by what you could feel, you concentrated on the connection, which only got better, more exciting, when he started to pump into you.

“Oh Dadd-ee…” You croaked, arching your back.

You started to grind against him, meeting his movements and increasing the impact. Your hands curled into tight fists around the bedsheets on either side of you, more of your muscles clenching as the pleasure swelled up within you.

He found a consistent rhythm for his rocking, plunging relentlessly into you, with only one hand that held your hip, to help brace him. His other hand couldn’t land on a set spot - it seemed there was too much of your body that he wanted to explore. Each time that you opened your eyes, it was to find him greedily taking in every inch, his eyes committing every feature of your body to memory.

It was a thorough inspection, his touch moving just as much as his eyes did. He had so many different parts of your body tingling, with certain spots bringing out louder reactions than others. With that look of fierce focus on his face, you were beginning to feel like an instrument - something for him to play with as he saw fit.

His hand glided over your breast, ghosting over the stiff nipple, eliciting a sensation like being tickled. The next moan that this brought from you bubbled, similar to a giggle, and you squirmed under him. He licked his lips, watching you as he brought his hand back to your breast. This time, he placed his fingers to your nipple, your breath catching in your throat. When he gave the hardened peak a gentle pinch, you couldn’t help crying out.

This was immediately followed by his loudest moan yet. “Fuck me- unf…”

He bit into his lip and you felt him pinching your nipple a little harder. You felt a sharp spike of the arousal inside of you, your nerves dancing. The increase of your sensitivities was instant and daunting, so much so that you started to pull back from it - to save yourself from coming too quickly.

Even though it felt fantastic, you put your hand around his wrist, aiming to detach him. He went with this and you met his gaze. You pulled his hand up, and he didn’t need any instructions, his fingers fixing around your throat once it was close enough.

“Is that good- do you like that?” He asked, his fingers conformed to the shape of your throat, without squeezing.

You purred, bending your knees so that your feet could meet at the small of his back. You crossed one ankle over the other. ��God, it’s so good. Give it to me, Damiano. I fucking love it.” You were lifting your butt from the bed, all of your energy put into matching his intensity. “I love it, ah, oh, God.”

Having his hand at your throat brought a delightful rush to you and you were reminded of how breakable you were. It would be effortless to give in and be entirely weakened before him.

You got closer to losing it altogether when he pressed his thumb to your aching clit. You jolted up into him, a shock to your entire system.

“Daddy, oh fuck…” You whined, louder than before.

His tempo had been ruined when you jerked into him. As he sought to recover his momentum, he also employed a new position. He lurched forward, his torso coming closer to you. Now you could hear just how short of breath he was, but he didn’t give up this desperate chase for the release.

The pressure building up inside of you was incredible, so much heat rushing to your pussy as you gasped, slack-jawed and ready to go completely limp. It was overpowering you as you squirmed, making every effort to rub yourself against his body.

His hand left your throat, grabbing for the sheets above your head as more-and-more of his body crashed into you. “Mm, fuck- fuck.” His hot breath coated your chest and you grabbed a handful of his hair. “You’re so goddamn tight, it’s- oh, shit. You’re gonna drain every fuckin’ drop out of my balls.”

“Yes, Daddy.” You whimpered, feeling a wild passion taking over you. “Yes, fuck yes.”

He broke first, your name filling the room as he achieved the climax he had been awaiting since the fleshlight’s introduction. His movements halted and stuttered, losing all momentum, until he was quivering on top of you.

“Oh God, babygirl…” He panted.

You were still so close to that edge, your signal to keep going coming from his hand on your ass. He was lifting you up, pushing you into motion. You moved slower than before, trembling as the dazzling tingles radiated through your body.

Your walls fluttered around him stronger than before as the stimulation from the inside and the outside reached a perfect peak. You wrapped your arms around his head, jerking into him one last time.

Then you were dissolving with a cry. You fell back onto the bed, with no more energy left. You had given everything that you had to that perfect connection - satisfied as the afterglow covered you.

You came back to reality, feeling like you were glowing as he covered your cheeks in kisses. He moved up to your sweaty brow as you relaxed, letting your limbs fall away from their tensed positions.

“How do you feel?”

You smiled, your eyes opening as he moved to lay beside you. “I feel like I’m your good girl again.”

“That’s because you are.” He said and poked you on the nose, making you giggle. “When do you want your kisses, now or later?”

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𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓮𝓽𝓼

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🌼Damiano X reader

part1 of ??

NSFW! 🔥 smuttastic kinky swearing smut

° Damiano David X female reader insert

° anon request: i was wondering if you could do a corruption kink fic with damiano and a female reader. [ask & it shall be given- requests are open]

° wordcount:3,870

• well this idea really & quickly caught fire in my mind- idk how many parts there are gonna be, i've got a list of kinky ideas & imma just work my way through them & post them when i feel like it • this is my 3rd request & theyve all been dami so i guess this is the lane im in

[im working on part3 gay enough lots&lots- im about halfway through- currently at over 4k words]

It had started with anal - your first experience. You weren't a virgin when you met Damiano, barely. You'd had a couple of boyfriends during high school - clumsy fumblings that had failed to bring any sustained heat.

Damiano wasn't the same breed of amateur you had experienced. Dating for 4 months, you had been consumed by his fiery passion, gaining access to incredible heights of toe-curling pleasure.

You were already under his spell by the time he asked if you wanted to try something new - specifically, anal sex. You trusted him, more excited than anxious and he had taken his time with you, going through the many steps of preparation, the foreplay going on for much longer than usual - until you were thoroughly aroused and relaxed. It was his most explosive orgasm, leaving you completely floored. Your own pleasure was heightened by his joyful reaction, getting off by hearing his climax, by feeling the strong tremors in his body.

You had left some spots of blood on the bed sheets that night (Google assured you this was normal and Damiano apologised, instantly taking a concerned interest in how to best speed up the healing process), but you didn't care. You were in even deeper after that, obsessed with finding the next way to make him come, to bring new responses from him.

And he wanted more too. Having the honour of being the first person to fuck you in the ass had driven him wild. He had come to you later that week and asked if there were more things you were willing to try with him, more first times he could claim from you. You agreed, that mischievous glint in his brown eyes could probably get you agreeing to anything.

He launched into a list (completely memorised in his head, not having to read it off of his phone and barely pausing). There were plenty of times when you had to ask for clarity, bombarded by terms you had never heard before. He didn't mock, answering every question, intermittently squeezing your hand. Hot-faced, you had agreed, now that you knew about these things, your curiosity over them could only be satisfied by experience.

"We should figure out a safe word…" He said.

"Pumpkin?"

He narrowed his eyes at you, then glanced over his shoulder at the decorated bookshelf. "Are you just saying that 'cause there's a jack-o'-lantern right there?"

You smiled shyly. "Maybe… But it's not the kind of thing we usually say, especially not in bed."

"You don't wanna pick something else? Something shorter, like cake?"

"Well, I dunno, it's not like I came prepared, I didn't even know this conversation was coming."

He grinned, leaning into you and placing a kiss upon your shoulder. "And that's the hottest part. This just isn't the kind of thing you've thought about and I'm just filling your mind with the filthiest shit."

"You really are."

"You know, there's actually a kink around this kind of thing…" He lightly traced his fingers down your wrist. "It's called a corruption kink, and it's exactly how it sounds. And I really wanna do it to you. Do you think maybe…?"

"Aren't we already?"

"Pretty much, yeah. But, we could make it official, if you want to. You could be my little toy to corrupt and I could be your master." It was hard to identify the cause of all this sudden heat pooling between your thighs - was it his smile, was it his hands, was it his words, was it all the undiscovered desires? "Only if you want to baby, you're really the one in charge here and I promise you, I won't be disappointed no matter what you say. We don't have to do anything you're not interested in."

You licked your lips. "Would I call you Master?"

His grin widened. "If you want to…"

You put your hand to the back of his neck, lightly scratching over his scalp. "But I already know how much you like it when I call you Daddy."

"I do. But you could call me both."

"And what would you call me?"

"I hadn't really put any thought into that yet…"

"Well, you should start thinking about it…" You leaned into him, bumping your nose against his. You looked down to his lips, but hesitated from kissing him. "Master."

He grabbed the side of your head and brought your mouth to his, hungrily capturing your lips in a hot kiss. You sucked in a quick, excited breath and curled a hand around his shirt. When your mouth fell slack, he took this opportunity to slide his tongue in, immediately making you moan.

He pushed his body into yours, easing you back against the couch. You wrapped your arms around him, feeling him place his knee onto the cushion next to you.

With his body so easily overpowering yours, you felt that giddy tingling flooding your senses. His unpredictability was instantly exciting. Your thoughts were filled with the words he had just said, all of the new kinks were racing through your mind, making you feel dizzy.

"Maybe I could call you my little pet, but would you be as obedient as a puppy?"

You nodded as he put a hand to your throat. "Yes, Master, I can be."

"Hmm. That's not really pretty enough for you, is it?" He ran a finger over your bottom lip as he considered other options. "What about kitten? That's better, eh?"

"I love it." You said.

"My pretty little kitty. My sex kitten."

He ghosted his mouth over yours, making you whine when his lips didn't touch upon yours. He applied a squeeze to your throat, not enough to inhibit your breathing. You enjoyed the feeling of the cool metal of his rings pressed against your skin.

"I wanna own you." He said.

"You already do." You didn't dare raise your voice above a whisper. The intense look in his eyes had your heart pounding.

"I wanna put my marks all over you."

He held your neck a bit tighter and involuntarily, you twitched. You held your breath, hoping you hadn't done the wrong thing, your nerves were so tightly wound that you weren't sure you had the ability to hold still.

"I want to cover your fuckin' skin in my lust."

"Yes please."

"I like when you ask so nicely, such a polite little thing." He said, his mouth still so temptingly close without touching. "And I've got you right where I want you."

His hold on your throat increased and you were breathless when he finally kissed you again. You put your hands on his back, trying to keep him from moving away. Your legs had fallen apart, desperate for him to have you right here on the couch, in the living room where you had been watching a documentary minutes ago. Even though his hand kept a consistent pressure on your neck, it was your clothes that were too tight for you.

"You know, I don't know how much I approve of you getting to have free reign of these naughty hands…" He said, hands going to your wrists. "I don't want you getting any ideas of doing whatever you want."

He shifted back a little, releasing your hands so that he could start unbuckling his belt. Your pussy was throbbing, so desperate for his attention.

"Actually, you'll have to take your top off first."

You crossed your arms over yourself, grabbing the hem of your tank top and yanking it up. You pulled yourself free of it, no other layers needing to be shed, as you had neglected to put a bra on for this day at home.

"Put your wrists together, out in front of you." He said from his spot kneeling in front of you.

You did as you were told and he started to wind the leather strap around your wrists, pinning them together. He fastened it in place, leaving you with some wiggle room, but not enough to pull your hands free.

"Is that okay, little kitty? No pain?"

"It's fine." You said.

"Great, now you sit here and wait while I get a condom. You're not allowed to move, is that clear?" He asked, standing up.

"Yes, Master."

He left for where you kept the condoms, in the bathroom. You waited, feeling your stomach clench and a wobble in your knees. You wanted to take your shorts off, wanted to separate the sticky panties from your cunt.

You tried to catch your breath, shutting your eyes in an attempt to regain some of your composure - you didn't want to come too quickly, undoubtedly that would displease him.

It was rare that the two of you participated in anything resembling a quickie - usually this occurred after he had been away for a few days, both of you filled with a pent-up need for release.

His preferred practice was to take his time, warming you up so thoroughly. He would work carefully, giving all of your most sensitive zones the attention they craved. Then after your climax, he would tease out every aftershock, letting each one be a monumental event all its own. You had never been taken care of in such an in-depth manner before.

You opened your eyes and looked at the clock on the wall. You bit into your bottom lip as you watched minutes tick by. Then it dawned on you, he was doing this on purpose. It had never taken him this long to fetch a condom before, even if he had to jump in the car to purchase a new pack. He was keeping you suspended in this tense moment.

You could feel the blood rushing to your lip as you kept it snagged between your teeth. Just as the blood was pumping to keep your nipples harder than anything in the world.

You breathed a heavy sigh of relief when he came strolling back into the room. He was already naked and your heart did its biggest leap yet, your throat clenching. You wanted all of him all at once, as insatiable as you had been the first time.

"Hi Daddy…"

He walked back over to the couch and sat down next to you. Your fingers were knotted together, you were full of trembles as you looked at him.

He reached out, putting his hands to the waistband of your shorts. He was leaning close to you, smiling at the sound of your every skipped breath. He tugged the pants down with your wet underwear quickly following suit.

"Come here pretty kitty." He beckoned with a curling of his finger. "Come and sit in my lap."

There was a length of the belt that hadn't been secured to his tying and he grabbed this, using it almost like a leash to bring you closer with a pull.

You did as you were told, approaching and then putting one leg across his lap, prepared to mount him.

He put a hand on your stomach, stopping you. "Nope, facing away from me."

You repositioned, guided by his hands on your hips. You put your back to him, your sweaty thighs pressed against his lap. He kissed your shoulder, shifting beneath you until you could feel his tip.

"Pretty kitty." He whispered, pushing up and into your wet cunt, which stretched to welcome him in where he fit so perfectly.

Your toes curled and he put his hand back to your makeshift binds. His other hand went to your cunt, massaging your folds. You pressed your sweaty palms together and began to roll your hips, only a little at first, hesitant to try something without his permission. You were clenched tightly around his cock, feeling that glorious friction building.

He put his mouth back to your shoulder, with more intensity than before, sucking on the skin. At the same time, his fingers pushed between your folds and found your clitoris - slick, pulsing.

His teeth set into your skin and he moaned. He encouraged your movements, rolling his hips into yours to increase this power. He was hitting in deeper, very easily pushing you to your edge.

He was making quick movements against your clit, making you twitch as the nerves danced wildly. He rubbed up-and-down, knowing that there wasn't any technique required when you were already so aroused.

"Ung." Your legs were shaking uncontrollably and your head fell back, resting on his shoulder. With your jaw hanging slack, your chest heaved, lungs greedily sucking in air.

"You're so close, I can feel it."

"Yes Daddy, yes."

"I'm close too."

"Yes…"

He pumped up into you, an unrelenting energy as he chased a release for the two of you. You could feel every sensation of his dick moving in your tight pussy, drawing a reaction from each part of you. The movements of his fingers weren't as easy to keep track of, it was too fast - it had become a blur of unbelievable pleasure.

You were grinding down into him even harder, no fluidity left in your movements. Your gyrations were jerky as you were so desperate for your climax.

"You want it so bad, don't you?" You could hear the amusement in his voice, all you could do was exhale, words were beyond you at this point. "Tell your Master how much you want it."

You held your eyes shut, not sure how to talk. "I- I- it's not a want, it's- uh- I need it, I need- unf, I need it, please." You had raised your hands up to your face, pressing the heels of your palms against your forehead. "Please, I need it."

He removed his hand from your cunt, moving both to your hips and pushing you forward, off of his dick.

It all happened so fast, you wouldn't be surprised if it caused whiplash. You turned to look at him. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No." He said simply, nudging your back. "I just want to give you a little orgasm delay. It'll make it better later, I promise."

You were dumbfounded, the only thing you knew to do was to trust him. "Okay…"

"And I wanna come first." He said. "It sets a good standard for our new hierarchy, don't you think?" You nodded breathlessly. "Put my cock in your mouth and make me come." He was pushing you forward and you realised he was trying to get you onto the ground. "And then maybe I'll think about it being your turn…"

You got onto your knees in front of the couch, with him instantly spreading his thighs to make room for you. He released his dick from the latex covering, all the while staring intensely at you. You felt like you were under a spell, so far removed from everything but his pleasures.

He had relinquished his hold on the belt around your hands, allowing you to find a comfortable sitting position. His hands had moved to the back of your head, his muscles flexed in a tension that made you think you'd soon be feeling all of his power.

You put your lips to his bare tip, the moisture immediately coating your lips. You paused, taking a moment to sit up and meet his eye. You thoroughly licked your lips, making a moan to let him know how much you liked it.

Watching this made him huff and you felt him grip your head tighter. "In your mouth."

You returned your lips to his tip and flicked your tongue up, making him twitch. You moved your mouth forward with him bucking the whole way into your awaiting warmth.

You put your tongue to his shaft, massaging and exploring. He moaned, gyrating his hips a little and releasing heavy sighs. Listening to him sent even more wet heat directly to your cunt, which felt like it was buzzing with desire.

You found a slow, sloppy rhythm of moving up-and-down his cock, which brought louder sounds from him. You were building and he allowed you to do so.

With him tended to at the moment, you let your focus drift to your own current needs. You moved your hands into your lap, adjusting them against the binds.

Your clit was still feeling tender after his earlier enthusiastic doting upon it. You shivered at the first touch of your finger nudging against it. You were so tightly coiled, so ready to reach your climax.

You worked two more fingers down, speeding up on his dick at the same time. You had started to rock a little from side-to-side, letting this movement increase the heavy pleasure needing to be released.

You tried to hollow your cheeks, to create a greater suction around him - but your breath kept skipping. Your circling around your clit was pushing you closer to the edge and you couldn't keep yourself from rocking into it.

"Wh-what are you doing with your hands down there?" Damiano asked, sitting forward.

You let his cock fall from your mouth and lifted your hands from your pussy. You were looking at his pearl necklace, rather than meeting his eye.

He moved even further forward, grabbing at the belt and pulling your hands up. You dropped your head, biting your bottom lip.

"Who said that you could play with your pussy?" He asked.

Your gut clenched. "I- no- nobody did."

"Exactly, 'cause it's not your turn right now." There wasn't any slack left in the belt, your arms stretched straight up. "I'm gonna keep these naughty hands up here.

"All I'm gonna do to you is make you wait for your orgasm, 'cause this is a learning stage for you and I'm generous…" You could hear how displeased he was and you trembled, marvelling at how naturally he had stepped into this role. It suited him perfectly and your heart raced to know how it would be to feel all of his wrath. "But bad kittens - they get punished. And I can't guarantee that next time you misbehave, I won't show you the same amount of grace."

You kept your head down to keep secret the smile on your face. Your mind raced through the rolodex of new terms he had just shared with you and you knew that you wanted to experience all of them, to be gifted with these experiences.

This darker side of him was getting you high and you wondered why he hadn't established this dynamic sooner.

"Now, make me come."

There was a sense of urgency to the task now as blood raced to your arms, where your elbows shook. You lolled your tongue out, tasting his dick again before drawing your mouth back to it. He thrusted into you, ready to spill himself into you. You knew that there wasn't any time for sloppy work now.

You pushed your mouth down, letting your lips brush over his entire length. You slithered your tongue around his shaft, creating greater friction as you began to work back-and-forth. His taste was coating your tongue more and he was moaning out your name.

He overpowered your rhythm, rocking into his own pace. Your arms were shaking wildly and you did your best to meet every one of his thrusts. He put his leg around your shoulders, pulling you in closer so that all of your senses were overwhelmed by him.

"Fuck yes, oh God, fuck, fuck." He sputtered out and you felt his hot wet climax hitting the back of your throat.

He bit into your fingers, moaning around the digits as he drew out the rest of his orgasm with a few last lazy thrusts.

You retracted back, gasping for air. He slumped back onto the couch but didn't release your hands yet. Your arms were beginning to sting from the effort.

"Oh, good kitty…" He sighed. "Come back up here." He gave the belt a tug and you hissed at the dart of pain this caused.

You clumsily made your way onto the couch, wishing you could wipe your chin on the back of your hand, or anything. You were relieved to pull your arms down, to rest them by your sides again.

The afterglow was present on his face - a rose in each cheek, his lids heavy and a smile on his lips. He relaxed his hold on the belt somewhat, holding on to just the tail and allowing you some control over your hands. You wiped over your face, collecting the mixture of drool and his cum from your chin.

You whined in response to him reaching for your pussy. His smile grew wider when he discovered how wet you still were.

He curled his fingers up, reaching between your pulsing folds. His hot finger brushed over your clit and your heart leapt. Your thighs floated further apart and you were filled with happiness when he kept going. It was slower than before but it was enough to make you feel like you were sinking, the pleasure engulfing you.

"You don't have to wait any longer, baby, you can come."

You slumped forward, your head resting against his shoulder. Your breathing was laboured and you had begun to rock into his hand. His fingers glided over your wetness, pressing a bit harder and bringing tremors through your body.

You let out a long whine when his finger pushed inside of you. You were already still warmed-up from before, your walls clenching around him, drawing him in deeper. He added another finger, stretching you out as he began to stroke.

"Aah." Your toes curled when he employed his other hand, using these fingers to play with your clitoris.

He found the perfect harmony of stimulation, bringing a drastic increase to your arousal. You squeezed your eyes shut and rolled forward harder. Behind your closed lids, you saw stars bursting to life. Your hands clasped together, your entire body vibrating to the rhythm he was setting.

"Oh Daddy…" You suddenly hit a higher pitch as you were sent shuddering into your orgasm.

You collapsed against him, the excited tingles racing through your body. Your muscles twitched and you felt all of the strength leave your body.

You were lost in the glorious afterglow for a few moments.

The feeling that you next noticed was your hands falling apart, your wrists released from the belt. But you didn't really need that mobility at present.

He pulled your body closer and you curled into his side, feeling his arms wrap around you. He stroked your hair and pressed soft, sweet kisses across your forehead. This delicate, affectionate side was so pleasant and immediately inviting. You wanted to stay like this forever, listening to him panting, just the same as you.

"How do you feel?" He asked quietly.

You smiled and reached out, caressing his chest. "Happy to be your kitten."

"Honestly? I need to know the truth. This can never work if you're dishonest with me."

You raised your head and met his eye, seeing the serious look on his face. "Honestly. I'm not hurt in any way, I'm not upset. I loved it and I want more. I want you to corrupt me, right down to my core - change me, teach me, take all of my firsts."

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pjisskullourful · 3 years ago

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𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓮𝓽𝓼

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🌼Damiano X reader

part2 of ?? [partone]

NSFW! 🔥 smuttastic kinky swearing filthy smut

° Damiano David X female reader insert

° anon request: i was wondering if you could do a corruption kink fic with damiano and a female reader. [ask & it shall be given- requests are open]

° wordcount:4,072

Damiano's influence over you wasn't strictly limited to the time you spent in his presence - you were his toy 24/7.

It would begin before you left for work in the morning, everyday he expected a Snapchat from you. He wanted to see what colour panties you were wearing. He wanted to have a clear mental image of your underwear to get him through the day. You had thrown out a lot of old pairs, ditching the comfort in the effort to provide him with only the most arousing of photos.

You were wearing g-strings more often and you were wearing them longer than you ever had before. In the past, you would put them on for a short period - to show off before sex or otherwise enticing someone to take them off of you. But you weren't bothered by them falling into an uncomfortable spot, you enjoyed the reminder that they were there, it was a little rush to consider he might be thinking of you in this skimpy underwear at this moment.

There were other reminders that kept him ever-present in your mind. Throughout your day, you would catch sight of one of the marks left behind by his lips. And they were everywhere, everywhere that was covered by your work uniform. These sexy secrets were yours alone to keep, seeing the trail down the inside of each thigh every time you went to the bathroom.

He sent you selfies when he was fresh out of the shower, then he would ask what you were gonna dream about. There weren't any questions, he was all you thought about.

He was in your bloodstream.

………..

You were getting distracted from pinning the fabric, struggling with what should have been a simple task - adding the embellishments to the black shirt. It wasn't the first Halloween costume you'd ever made, definitely it wasn't the most intricate. And it wasn't just because Damiano kept taking the iPad that had your reference image on it.

He was trying to disrupt your task, even though it was his costume that you were working on. He didn't have any interest in watching the episode of Bob's Burgers that was playing on the tv.

"Did you want another glass of wine?"

You scoffed. "Oh that's a great idea, get the girl working on your costume drunk, that'll really help my process."

"Who says it has to be neat?" He asked, he was up off of the couch, once again making his way over to your desk. "It's Edward Scissorhands, he's a walking crafting disaster. Do you really think his whole life is about perfect hems and consistent stitching?"

You didn't turn around, even when his hands arrived on your shoulders. "Look, I know that you'd be more than happy to stretch some fishnet over your entire body and throw some glitter on your face and call it a costume. But this is a couple's costume and I want it to look correct."

"I think you'd be happy with me in just a fishnet body stocking too…" He said, bending over to whisper directly into your ear.

"Maybe later."

"I'm gonna have more wine."

You had sidestepped his newest attempt to pry you away from your sewing work, but you knew this wouldn't be the last time. He returned to the room and was soon filling the air with smoke from the end of his cigarette.

You had run out of the pre-made black straps that you were adding to the shirt. You took a moment to sit back and consider the costume as it currently looked on the dress form. You reached for your iPad, wanting to compare your progress with the photos of Johnny Depp that you were working off of.

But the hand that you reached blindly out, only hit the desk and you sighed instantly. You swivelled your chair around, spotting the device in Damiano's hands as he relaxed on the couch, most of his attention on the television.

“I need my iPad.” You said, holding your hand out.

He looked over to you with a smirk, bringing the device closer to his chest. “Okay baby, just come over here and get it then.”

You knew there wasn’t any chance of the handover going that simply.

After crafting for almost two hours, stifling your cravings for your boyfriend had gotten more difficult. You got up from the desk with him watching your movements as you approached the sofa.

You again held out your empty hand. “I want it.”

He extended his arms, bringing the device within your grasp. But before you could make a grab for it, he raised it up above his head, moving it even further away from you. “Well I’m using it. It’s not like I’m doing anything important with it, just playing games. Maybe if I had a different toy to play with…”

You licked your lips and climbed onto the couch. He made a lot of quick movements - ditching his cigarette in the closeby ashtray, switching off the television and placing the iPad on the ground.

You straddled him, leaning down to kiss him. His hands went to your back, bringing you closer until your chest was flush to his. You wondered if he could feel how heavy your heart beat had become.

His hands moved underneath your top, reaching for your bra. You licked at his lips, teasing them apart so that you could explore into his mouth. You experienced the sweet taste of white wine. He moaned, sending quivers to your marked thighs.

He was pushing your top up, exposing more of your torso as he went. You pulled back, sitting up to gain the space needed to remove your shirt. He sat up as well, eager hands going to the clasp of your bra. Your skin prickled, needing to be touched more as you put your arms around him and drew him in for more deep kisses.

You should have known better than to expect your time on top to be anything but fleeting. His hands on your back kept you steady as he repositioned, placing your legs beneath his. You were aware of how close to the edge of the couch you had become and you held tighter to him, not wanting to be taken out of this moment by a tumble to the ground.

Somehow, almost telepathically, he was in tune with your concerns and he moved back a little. You tried to catch your breath in this pause, thinking on what your next move should be.

In a second, you were yanked forward, landing flat on your back. You smiled as he climbed on top of you, looking over you in a way that reminded you of how thoroughly owned you were. You instantly wanted more of your skin covered in his love bites.

There was an excitement that flooded through you as you looked into his eyes. There wasn’t anything routine about this, the only familiarity came from how intoxicating his smile was. You didn’t have to know what he was planning for you, you were already prepared to agree, to submit with a <i>yes Master.

You picked your head up, aiming for his mouth. But he moved, ducking down and putting his hands to your pants, loosening the tie. He pulled them off before proceeding to undo his jeans. You remained where you were, waiting for his command of what to do next.

“These are perfect.” He said, stalling on getting naked as he became distracted by your black panties - it wasn’t enough to look at them, his admiration of the underwear not complete if he didn’t touch them. “This little bow here…” He picked up the small ribbon that was stitched into place at the waistband. “Is this ‘cause your pussy is a present?”

You giggled. “Most definitely.”

“It’s very cute.” He said and you could feel more heat rising in your face. “But I can’t help thinking of all the ways I could ruin these panties.”

“Yes please.” You rushed to say.

He smiled, letting his fingers explore across the thin fabric - slowly and without applying any pressure. “Do I have to tie my kitten up again? Or are you gonna behave tonight?”

“I can be a good girl.”

“Are you sure about that?” He asked, pushing his fingers over your folds, which were already tensed and ready to react to anything he might do.

“I can try. I’ll do my best Daddy.”

“Good, ‘cause I’d hate to have to punish you.” He said, fingers moving lower and you had no doubt that he could feel all of the heat currently pooling in this area. “But I will if I have to.”

You didn’t know what you wanted more, for him to keep talking or for him to just start fucking you. You held his eye, trying your hardest to maintain whatever patience you had left. “I know because you’re training me.”

“That’s right and you love being trained, don’t you?”

“Ye-...” The rest of the word got caught in your throat when he parted your flaps with a single finger, pressing the underwear into your clitoral hood. At once you were flustered, your need for release was the only thing that you could think about.

“I expect an answer, kitten.”

You nodded. “Yes Daddy, I do. I love being trained by you, I love your corruption.”

He just smiled in response, silently watching as you trembled. He began to move his finger in a circle over your clitoris, drawing more sensations out of it. You felt yourself becoming more-and-more desperate for his touch, your thighs parting as you arched your back.

He paused his attention on your clit before you could properly sink into any kind of rhythm. He hooked a finger into either leghole and pulled the panties up, pulling them so tight until your folds fell out. The fabric contorted into this area, almost like a second skin over your clit. You shivered as you felt the bunched material pressed to your entrance.

He gave this newly-created strap a few testing tugs, making you whimper at the pleasure this unfamiliar stimulation brought across your pussy. He licked his lips, his satisfaction with this result clear on both his face and in the noticeable protrusion begging to be freed from his underwear.

“You don’t get to come without my permission, is that clear?” The forceful tone in his voice made your heart flutter.

And when you looked at his face, you could tell that he meant it. There was a change in his expression - a look that he could get when performing, or something he could switch on in photoshoots. He wasn’t the sweet boyfriend who made you soup from scratch when you were sick, or took photos to show you the dogs he saw during his morning run because he knew that would make you smile.

He was indulging his darker side and deeper desires - now your dominant, insatiable master. He was about to take you on an adventure, shamelessly acting out any of your fantasies.

He tugged at the underwear again, making you gasp. “Kitten, answer me.”

“Yes, yes.” Your hands balled into tight fists and you could already feel sweat beading on your forehead. “Yes Daddy.”

He played with the underwear strap, bringing an all-consuming ache to your cunt. He leant down and you held your breath, hoping he would soon put you in his mouth.

Instead you felt his lips on your stomach, sucking and biting at your skin. He had found a new part of your body to mark as his own. His teeth grazing against you only served to arouse you further, bringing more wetness to your cunt as he continued to tease it with your panties.

His manipulation of the panties had gradually picked up speed, unnoticed by you for a time. Until the moment came that it was too much. There wasn’t any faltering in his movements, leaving you with no opportunity to come up for air. The stimulation had your nerves dancing, getting you closer to your breaking point.

You felt pathetic at the first moan to come from your mouth, because you knew that this was barely the beginning of what he had planned for you and yet you were already losing control. You put a hand over your mouth, not wanting him to think that you didn’t have any staying power.

Even as your hips excitedly bucked - you weren’t sure if this rubbing would be enough to get you off. It was an enjoyable baseline, succeeding in beginning the fiery need. But you were thinking of what else you could have - what you would need to transcend into your climax.

There were a couple more awkward stutters from your hips before he released your underwear. You fell back to the couch, feeling no relief.

“You’re so wet.” He said with a little laugh.

He sat up, reaching away from you and collecting his glass of wine from the coffee table. You could see how flushed his face was, but he played it cool and savoured a sip of wine. You reached down to adjust your underwear, but the sticky heat was impossible to escape.

“Could I- would it be alright if I…” You paused to take a breath. “May I take my panties off, please Master?”

Asking for permission to remove your panties - when had his control over you become so powerful, so all-consuming?

“Yes baby. But I wanna keep them.”

You hesitated, turning a confused gaze upon him. “Pardon me?”

“Oh come on, you must already know that’s a fetish.”

“Well, I have seen Rocky Horror a couple of times. And I know that you like wearing quote-unquote girls clothes, but I didn’t think you-...”

“No, no - I’m not gonna wear them. They’re a little token, a keepsake - a memento that I can put somewhere secret and pull them out when I miss you or I can stumble upon them and get immediately hard remembering this moment right here. Remembering how you looked, how you smelt, how you sounded.

“I can buy you a new pair to replace these. Or you can refuse, they’re your property, babe. You get the final say.”

He gave you a moment to gather your thoughts, taking another sip of wine. But he had another condition to add. “But, if you were to refuse, I would make you wear those panties for the rest of the night.”

You were pushing the panties down in the same instant that he stopped talking, with any question on the decision quickly disappearing. You moved them down your legs until you could remove them from around your ankles. You held them out to him and he accepted them with a smile.

He folded up the messy underwear before depositing them into the pocket of his jeans. “I’d hate to leave them behind or lose them somewhere. Although, not as much as you’d hate to keep them on, eh?”

He reached out, drawing lines to connect the hickeys that were all over your thighs. “Poor little toy doesn’t like dry-humping. No, she needs her pussy naked when Daddy wants to destroy it, eh?”

Your eyes fluttered shut as you longed for this fucking. You needed his divine body to set your own free, more than you needed oxygen right now.

“Yes Daddy, that’s how I need it.”

You looked across when you felt movement and you were blessed by the sight of him finally removing his pants. You sat up, reaching for him as your heart raced.

Your lips came together as he wrapped his arms around you, bringing you in closer. You allowed yourself to be placed into his lap, your hands running all over his skin as you were desperate to savour every part of him. Your tongue pushed into his mouth and you were aware that you were rushing, unable to play it cool when your whole body was aching in your need. But he allowed it and you began to hope that he was done with teasing you.

He shifted your body, placing one of his legs between your thighs. As he completed this movement, his thigh connected with your cunt - brushing against this sensitive area in a way that made you gasp. You pulled away from his kisses, your breathing entering a shallow state as all of your focus flew back to your pussy.

He pressed kisses along the line of your jaw and you wrapped your arms tightly around his shoulders. He put his hands to your hips, massaging the skin there before adopting a more determined hold. You could feel your pussy clenching and fluttering as his lips explored across your neck.

He pulled your body forward, drawing your dripping cunt along his tattooed thigh. You cried out, digging your nails into his skin.

“My little toy wants it so bad.” He said, his hot breath coating your skin.

“Mm-hmm…” You whined.

“Show Daddy how bad you want it.” He said, lifting his leg to press it against you even more.

You held tight to his shoulders and began to roll your hips, spreading your excitement further across his skin. He concentrated his mouth on your neck, sucking and applying the pressure that the rest of your body craved.

You set your own pace, pressing down harder and rocking into him with renewed vigour each time. You could feel the rubbing warming you deeper, making your core tingle. It was all enough to keep you from staying silent, the building pleasure expressed in moans.

“Remember naughty pet, no coming ‘til I say.” He said, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look down into his supernaturally dark eyes.

“Yes Master.”

He initiated a kiss and you wanted to sink into the inviting heat, his pacing promising to take you higher. But consistency was beyond your present capabilities. You were unable to keep up for a full five minutes, your mouth falling slack. You rested your forehead against his, panting as his eyes bore directly into your soul. Your noises were getting so much louder and he held you through it all, letting you bring yourself closer to the orgasm you were in dire need of.

“God, you sound amazing.” He said.

You could only respond in the form of a shaky exhale, before you dissolved into more moaning.

“But I think we could do even better, what do you think?”

“Yes. Please, yes please. Oh please Daddy.” You babbled.

“Well, go get a rubber then.” He said.

You didn’t fully trust your knees to maintain their strength as you slowly got to your feet. But it was worth the risk and you speedily walked to the bathroom. You grabbed a condom from the box, bumping into the door in your rush to leave the room.

When you returned, he was entirely naked - the sight so long overdue that you had to fight the urge to cheer. You sat down beside where he was sipping his wine. You held the packaged condom out to him, but he didn’t take it, instead just cocking one eyebrow as he looked at you.

“I believe this is the kind of thing you can handle.” He said, keeping the glass close to his lips.

“Of course.” You said, ripping it open.

He carried on sipping his wine, acting as if he had no immediate interest in you touching his cock. But you saw the muscles in his thighs clench as you pushed the latex down his shaft. You looked up to see a smile beginning at one corner of his mouth. You could see the lust sparkling in his eyes, just pleading to be indulged.

You reached down to cup his balls and this earned you a reaction with his hips jolting forward. You gently played with him, watching how he twitched. He set the wine glass aside and grabbed you by the back of your neck, bringing your mouth back to his. You crushed together, this time his tongue glided into your mouth, massaging along the roof of your mouth.

You whined, moving in closer to him and putting one of your legs across his lap. He put his hands to your waist and brought you over to sit on top of him.

He buried himself into you and you rolled forward, with greater force than any of your moves from earlier in the night. You couldn’t hold it back any longer - your need for him had gotten to be unbearable, it was like a destructive demon needing exorcism. He shifted beneath you, finding the position that would provide him with the best mobility.

There was a moment of quiet - something like standing in the eye of the storm. He looked into your eyes, probably trying to silently assess your current state of mind. You gave a little consenting nod and he put his hand to the small of your back.

Then his other hand went to your throat.

He powered into you, your bodies finally on the same wavelength. You writhed against him, feeling the bliss of his cock stroking against the most sensitive parts of your pussy. You didn’t think you had ever felt so ready to merge with him (or anyone else) and just completely become consumed in the fire of his desires.

Breathless moments of hips grinding as you stretched around his engorged member, were quickly overshadowed when he decided upon a rapid rhythm.

It seemed he was done with the build-up as well, hungrily diving deeper into you. His hand remained steady on your throat and your whole body was becoming overwhelmed by his power, every thrust pushing you into a higher realm of pleasure.

Even though you were placed on top of him, you didn’t waste any time thinking that you had any control. You were merely along for the ride, bucking to the pace that he had set.

It was all so fast, his thrusts coming unbelievably quick - not even a millisecond spent without any stimulation. Your throat clenched and you felt your ability to cope with this speed slipping. Your entire body was spasming as his hips snapped into yours again-and-again.

A violent tremor almost threw you off of his rhythm. You felt how desperately tight your cunt was around him and the effort of keeping back your climax had begun to bring tears to your eyes. You slumped forward, no longer possessing the strength to hold your head up. You laid your head against his chest, ready to collapse altogether.

“Please Master, please. I can’t… I need… Please… I need to come, please let me, please…”

He released your neck and wrapped his arms around you, a comforting moment amongst all of these Earth-destroying sensations. “Come for me baby.”

You cried out, the immense relief breathing new, inspired life into your pleasure. Finally allowed to come together, you allowed it all to overflow. With a gasp, you inched back on his dick, your stomach hollowing for a second. Then it all fell into place and inelegantly you tumbled forward again, experiencing your release with him deep inside of you.

You screamed his name, forgetting of the false formalities of the titles you were usually expected to call him. But he didn’t raise any complaints over this as he was soon being overwhelmed by his own orgasm.

The intense, involuntary clenching of your pussy walls was all that it took to get him spilling himself. He held tightly to you and you could feel aftershocks racing through your body.

With a choked sob, he slumped, making a heavy landing against the couch cushions. You rested against him, perfectly happy as he held you in his strong arms.

After a while you caught your breath, looking up as he stroked your hair. You returned his exhausted smile.

“How do you feel?” He asked, your faces still so close together that he didn’t need to speak in anything louder than a whisper.

“I feel spectacular, thank you Master.” You said. “Is there more wine?” You looked around to the single empty glass on the coffee table. “All that corruption has gotten me very thirsty.”

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