#damon albarn blurb

[ssupersonicc]

sometimes — d.a

♡ pairing — damon albarn x fem!reader

♡ summary — poor damon can’t help but to settle between y/n’s thighs — so eager to please her with his mouth.

♡ includes — sexual content, pwp, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, there’s a smidge of sub!damon in this

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She watched him, his eyes gazing at her bare skin, strong palms grabbing at the thickness of her thighs and he spread them wider, staring at the way her heat contracted around nothing.

“Look so pretty, sweetheart.” His words came out in a low rumble and he sponged a kiss to her belly - all open-mouthed and eager to press his mouth against the plushy skin. “Just the thought of having my head between these thighs of yours makes me so hard.”

And he almost whined when her fingers grasped at his hair, weaving her fingers through and tugging softly at the roots. She was blushing - the roundness of her cheeks painted thick with a flush and it tinged her heaving chest when he let out a small moan against the soft flesh of her hip.

“Gonna let me taste you, love?” He gazed at her from under thick lashes, and they fluttered shut when he suckled at a patch of flesh on her inner thigh. “Wanna make you cum so badly.”

She nodded, pressing the heels of her palms against his broad shoulders, urging him to do what he so desperately wanted.

“Wanna hear you, poppet.” He breathed, “you tell me and I’m all yours.”

“Want your mouth so bad” She bucked her hips up, a warm, shaking palm traveling the nape of his neck before resting against his cheek, eager to feel his tongue. “Make me cum, Damon.”

His eyes had turned deep, and his irises flared - pooling with desperation from his lusty intentions. Hell, he was extremely eager to please her.

And he pressed one last kiss to her thigh before spreading her folds with a thumb and forefinger, a free hand held firmly against her tummy.

His tongue licked a thick stripe up the length of her slit, suckling her clit between his lips - flicking her ever-throbbing nub with the tip of his tongue before pressing the muscle flat against her pussy.

His nose bumped crudely against her clitoris when he licked at her entrance - easing his tongue inside of her and thrusting his jaw harshly, wanting to go deeper; wanting so desperately to earn her eager pleas and whines. And he groaned hotly against her, a needy moan tumbled from her puffy, kiss-bitten lips and his ears perked up when he heard her breathy gasps - eyes fluttering shut when she uttered his name in the stuffy air.

“Taste so good, darling.” His words were muffled and wet when they left his lips in a struggle — tongue still thrusting into her entrance and she grasped at the little hairs at the nape of his neck, lifting his chin with grasping fingers and a breathy moan.

“Use your fingers.” Her bottom lip was reddened by the constant biting of her teeth, and he licked his lips at the sight, her arousal sliding down his chin, glistening and crude. “I want your fingers inside me, too.”

She was exasperated, breathing large puffs of air and she clutched desperately at one of his hands, fingers sliding through his in a strong grip, only tightening once she felt two, long digits slide into her with no restriction. Her walls fluttered around the intrusion — urging him to go deeper and he breathed hot air against her engorged clit before greedily suckling it into his awaiting mouth.

She couldn’t help but to squeal slightly when the tips of his fingers had found that special spot inside her, harshly pressing and massaging it, earning hooded eyes and flushing cheeks and an all too knowing smirk from Damon in response. His fingers felt wonderful, slowing and speeding so delectably, and the way his mouth moved against her was just as delicious — she praised him with trailing hands that stroked his cheeks and tangled in his hair.

“So good at this, m’love.” She moaned loudly, her throat constricted, turning it into a rather broken mewl and she swallowed thickly at the sight of the thrusting of his jaw and how he swallowed her trickling juices. “Fingers feel so lovely.”

She sighed hotly into the thick air around them and she could feel that long-anticipated orgasm start to build in the pit of her tummy — hips bucking up into his face when he stimulated her clit with a harsh pucker of his reddened lips.

“That’s it, sweetheart.” Her fingers tightened in his hair, the vibrations his words had made against her were heavenly. “Cum in my mouth, pretty bird.”

Her stomach clenched, and her thighs clamped around his head, keeping him so desperately in place. A long, drawn-out moan had fallen from stuttering lips once she had started to cum, and a whine left his throat at the sight of his girl — all sweaty and accumulated with after-shocks.

“Oh, god.” she writhed against his touch, her pussy tingling out of sensitivity and she pushed at him, pawing at his shoulders. She was so overstimulated, but sated and extremely satisfied and he stared up at her with big eyes, sponging open-mouthed kisses to her thighs, leaving a trail of her own arousal in his wake.

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[ssupersonicc]

like a virgin — d.a

♡ pairing — damon albarn x fem!reader

♡ summary — damon has y/n on his lap to tell him what she wants him to do to her — though she’s far more clueless than he had expected. he’s willing to change that.

♡ includes — sexual content, dom/sub dynamics, pwp, virgin!reader, a shitty ending

♡ a/n — i’m rather fond of this if i do say so myself. <3

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Y/n’s cheeks were burning furiously and they were almost as hot as the embers that crackled in the hearth of the fireplace — a place in which she tried desperately to fixate her gaze upon, though with the constant press of Damon’s mouth upon her pulse point, it wasn’t long before her eyelids began to flutter shut.

He hummed teasingly, pulling back with his bottom lip clutched loosely between his teeth — and his eyes, dark and half-closed, flitted between the countless bruises he had inflicted upon her throat.

The sight was nothing short of sinful, and the image had him pulsing inside his jeans — the material growing impossibly tighter, however he fought the urge to buck his hips against her. Damon wanted what she wanted.

So, with tentative fingertips, he grazed the swell of her cheek, before guiding her to face him and he soon enveloped her chin between a thumb and index finger just so she wouldn’t shy away.

“Come on, poppet,” Damon cooed, pressing a kiss to her cheek to have her eyes upon his own, “tell me what you want. Promise I’ll give you everything you ask for.”

Y/n’s lips stuttered, her breath had hitched inside her throat and she struggled to use her words — it was something he began to smirk at, the corner of his lips twitching upwards so teasingly, it was enough for her face to flush hotly once more.

“That’s it,” he coaxed her, his warm touch felt as if it was searing her plush skin and her chest began to involuntary heave, “use your words for me, love, atta girl.”

“I-I don’t know.” Her stuttered speech was nothing short of pathetic, and it made Damon cock an eyebrow, though his smirk stayed and he watched her cower from underneath his stare.

“You don’t know?” He inquired, “well that just won’t do, will it, hm?”

His tone was teasing still, his calloused palm smoothed over the swell of her backside and she shook her head, no, before placing her own palms upon his broad shoulders; waiting.

“You’ve never had anyone touch you like this before, lovely?” He cooed, “has anyone ever found your sweet spots? Ever made you writhe?”

His questions were purely rhetorical, though Damon was sure she wouldn’t be able to utter a word even if she tried. His mouth hovered against the shell of y/n’s ear, his tongue swiping hotly along her lobe.

“Has anyone ever made you cum?” Y/n exhaled shakily, his speech caused a fire to erupt between her thighs and she could feel her arousal saturating the cotton of her underwear. She must’ve been soaking, her wetness practically seeping through the thin fabric and staining the rough material of his denim.

“Oh, Damon, please touch me!” She whined, fingernails clawing at his shoulders and leaving crude crescents in their wake. “Want you to be the first to make me feel good.”

“Yeah? You want me to corrupt you, little dove?” His cock was straining, desperately hard because of her innocence. He hadn’t a clue as to why he was getting so worked up, nor did he understand why the pretty girl hadn’t ever been touched so intimately before, but the mere thought of seeing her bare pussy and watching her writhe and struggle desperately because of him? Yeah. Damon’s pretty blue eyes nearly rolled to the back of his skull just thinking about such obscenities.

“Feel so tingly,” y/n whimpered, “need you to help me.”

“Where, honey?” He pouted mockingly, his hips slowly bucking — a rhythm barely there, it definitely wasn’t enough to soothe the constant throbbing of his thickened cock. “Gotta show me so I can help.”

With her own pout upon her lips and a pair of glazed, watery eyes, she took hold of his wrist before tugging it impatiently towards the spot that throbbed needily, the spot that surged with more of her sticky arousal the second she placed his rough palm over her mound.

“Such a needy little thing. Soakin’ through your pretty knickers for me-” he groaned at the crudeness of it all, his fingertips slid through her folds and she wasn’t even bare yet. “You think you deserve it, poppet? Think you deserve my fingers, hm?”

Y/n was nodding, her babbles were whiny and inaudible — Damon soon shoved a thumb between her lips to have her settle down.

“Well then,” he was smirking now, “I think it’s only fair if you beg for it, my love.”

Her opening quivered at his speech, and every single muscle in her body wanted to conform in that moment.

“What’re you waiting for, hm? Get on your knees and beg for it like a good little rookie.”

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