Summary: It’s Din’s first night in his new home on Navarro. He’s distracted and on edge so you find a way to help him relax.
Tags: 18+ MDNI!, established relationship, a sprinkle of fluff, protective!din, the helmet comes off, smut, oral sex (m&f receiving), fingering, face sitting, cum swallowing, dirty talk, language, basically pwp
wc: 2k
“Grogu… you gotta stop that.” Din warns, walking over towards the kid who hasn’t stopped bouncing up and down on his brand new bed for the last 20 minutes. “Please, buddy, I know you’re happy but it’s time to sleep.”
Grogu looks up at his protector, raising his little arms up in the air for one last goodnight cuddle. Unable to resist, Din pats his head gently as he holds him against his chest. “I know today was exciting, but you’ve got to put all that energy away and rest. I need you ready for tomorrow, alright?” Din turns, noticing the snacks hidden beside the bed. “And no more of these either.”
Grogu makes a reluctant grumble as Din confiscates the snacks and places the child back down into his bed. “You sleep now, little one.”
Din comes away from the bunk and heads down the hallway to find you in the bedroom. It’s late, so when you turn out the lamp, only the gentle glimmer of the moonlight allows you to see him.
Usually he never hesitates to climb into bed beside you, but tonight he remains solid and unmoving as he stands by the door, watching you change into your nightgown and climb under the covers. Looking up at him, you can tell something’s on his mind because he’s yet to remove his helmet too.
“Come here.” You say softly, holding out your hand for his. He takes a few steps towards you, his large palm enveloping your smaller one, but he doesn’t make any effort to undress and join you. “What’s wrong?”
“It’s too silent.” He mumbles.
“You told him to sleep.”
“I know… I should go check on him again.”
“Din, he’ll be okay."
He doesn’t listen to you, closing the door behind him as he leaves the room.
It doesn’t take long for the total silence of the night mixed with a long, warm day to catch up with you, allowing you to drift off into a dream. But when you wake up an hour later, it’s only then you realize he’s still not by your side.
Quietly padding out down the hallway into the main room, you poke your head into Grogu’s room, expecting Din to be in there but he isn’t. Instead, Grogu’s cuddled up with his blanket sleeping peacefully, making your heart all fuzzy at the adorable sight.
You wrap a blanket around your frame and head outside. The air is crisp, and the chill sends a shiver through you.
You see him straight away; he’s standing only a short distance from the house, looking out at the vast surrounding landscape, his shoulders tense as though he’s guarding what’s his.
“Hey.” You whisper, not wanting to alarm him.
“What are you doing out here? Go back inside and sleep, my love.”
You rest a hand on the back of his shoulder but he doesn’t turn. “Come to bed.”
“I will. Just making sure everything’s in order out ‘ere.”
“You know you can relax; this place is yours now. No one can take this from you.”
“Mmmh, they can. Maybe not the cabin but there’s always somebody or something that will try to get to him… or you.”
You sigh quietly. You know he’s right deep down, there’s always a new threat, but you just wish that for one night, he’d allow himself to stop worrying, even just a little. “Please din, come inside with me, you need to rest too.”
He turns to face you then.
“May I?” You reach up and cup his helmet. He nods.
Slowly, you remove the barrier. His hair is messy, his jaw rigid, and his eyes are consumed with concern. You draw a finger down his cheek, the softness of your touch makes him lean into you. You don’t know if you’ll ever get used to this privilege of being the only person who gets to see him this way: soft, gentle and vulnerable.
“Talk to me.”
“It’s just… it’s not like the Razor Crest. I always knew the best escape plan on there and always knew the best way to protect the ones I love. But this…” he looks back at the small abode the three of you now get to call home. “It’s nice, but it’s different.” He shrugs.
“I know, but different doesn’t mean that it isn’t safe. And I saw you today watching Grogu play in the pond with the frogs. You both love it here.”
“Yeah.” He looks away. “But when the night draws in… you never know what’s out there.”
His words break your heart, a man who everyone believes is so tough, openly showing you that he’s still human too. “Don’t let ‘what ifs’ ruin this bit of happiness, Din, you deserve this.”
He nods and leans down to capture your lips softly. “I don’t know what I’d do if I didn’t have you and him.” He mumbled against your lips.
“But you do.”
“Yeah… I do.” He kisses you again, this time the soft pecks turn into something more needy.
When it comes to him, sometimes the only way to free his mind from the tension is to replace it with another, more pleasurable kind. So you take his hand, leading him back inside and down to the bedroom. Carefully you help him remove his armor, undressing him until his broad and tall frame stands naked before you.
You snake your palms up his forearms, over his biceps and shoulders before they smooth so slowly down his chest towards his already semi-hard cock. His head tilts back, the sound of his sweet sighs releasing from between his lips goes straight to your core.
He leans down, cupping your face and kisses you, his tongue pushing into your mouth with a hum. You lead him back until his legs hit the bed and he falls, his weight sinking down into the mattress. As he pulls lightly at the silk of your nightgown making it fall to the floor, his eyes turn black with deep, dark desire as he takes in your form.
His palms smooth up your thighs until they settle on your waist, pulling you to straddle him. He sucks at the tender skin of your neck, running his tongue over the red marks he left there the other night, chuckling as he draws soft whimpers from you.
“How do you always know how to make me feel better, huh?” He whispers against your skin.
You begin to grind against him, feeling your slick starting to make a mess on his thigh.
“Shit, look at you.” His voice is strained, his cock poking into your thigh as he tries to contain himself.
His hand moves south, but you swat his fingers away before he can touch you. “No, this is about you. Let me make you feel good.” You push against his chest making him lie back.
“Baby, watching you like this is what makes me feel good, believe me.”
You scratch your nails down his chest, over the scars, and down over the soft hairs of his happy trail before taking his leaking cock in hand. His back arches from the sheets, a sharp hiss coming from his lips as you stroke him, his fingertips digging sharply into your thighs as the pressure starts to build.
You’ve barely even touched him yet but you know it won’t take him long, not when he’s like this; his chest heaving below you, the sweat forming at the base of his neck, and his eyes torn between yours and your hand around his raging erection.
“Fuuucck. Turn around.”
You shake your head. “I said, this is about you.”
He growls in frustration as he slaps your ass, the sharp sting surprising you. “Get up here now; I gotta fuckin’ taste you.”
You hesitate.
“Now.” He bites, the look in his eyes telling you he won’t ask again.
So you shift, turning around until your soaked cunt hovers above his face. He pulls your hips down onto him and doesn’t waste a second as his tongue begins lapping at your folds, his beard tickling the skin of your thighs. “Oh goddd, Din.”
His dick twitches in your hand at the sound of your moans. Leaning down, you brush your tongue over his tip, making his hips jolt up as you taste the saltiness of his precum.
“Ahhh, easy now,” he pants, his breath hot against your pussy. You ignore him, smiling to yourself as you take him all the way in, and when you start to bob your head up and down his shaft, it draws a low, feral grunt from deep within him. “Y’know I’m fuckin’ close already, baby, you gotta slow down.”
For a second you worry about him being too loud, but when he grips your ass cheeks tighter, pulling you down even further onto him as his tongue laps at your entrance, the thought leaves your mind as your eyes roll to the back of your head.
It's messy, it's sloppy, and it’s almost like you’re both racing to make the other orgasm first. Din’s true nature to always take care of those he loves before he would even think about himself starts to challenge him, making it hard for him not to be the one to break first as you take him deeper down your throat.
“You close?” His voice breaks desperately.
You don’t answer, you don’t want to make him aware that he’s winning. But he knows, he always does. So he focuses on your clit, his tongue flicking over the sensitive bud again and again as he thrusts two fingers into your tight entrance making you cry out.
He doesn’t let up, your own concentration on his cock faltering as your body starts to weaken and your hips drop further into his face. He laps at your cunt over and over, drawing you through the high as your juices soak his face, his wet beard tickling against your skin.
Knowing he won, he starts to lose all composure and begins thrusting his hips up towards you, his cock hitting the back of your throat hard as he fucks it. Your lewd gags start to fill the room, turning him on even more as your spit gathers at the base of his cock, coating his balls.
“Yeahhhh that’s it, just like that.”
His movements make it hard for you to breathe but you don’t push back, not yet, you let him take what he needs. After a few more thrusts, he pauses, allowing you to lift up a little. “You good, baby girl?”
You nod. His palm slides up your back until it rests at the base of your skull keeping you in place. Then he thrusts back into your mouth faster now, and the wet obscene sounds finally pushing him over the edge. "Ahhhh, shit, I’m gonna cum.”
He keeps a tight grip on the back of your head, holding you there as you choke around him, your lungs burning as he fills your throat with his hot, thick spurts of cum.
“Y’know what to do.” He bites.
He waits, and when he feels you swallow, he instantly pulls back as you gasp for air.
Lifting off him, you turn to see the look on his face; he’s panting hard, and there’s a dirty smug smirk all over it. “Come ‘ere.” He takes your hand, pulling you into his hot, sweaty body.
As you lie there with your head resting on his chest, you notice how his heartbeat begins to slow and his breathing softens as he recovers. His fingers trace lines up and down your spine just the way he knows you always like.
You lift your head to look at him. He's beautiful; a man so stoic and seemingly so emotionless to the outside world, and yet right here in the most intimate of moments, he’s not that at all.
“Feeling more relaxed?” You grin, noticing his tired eyes.
He chuckles. “I think you know the answer to that.” He tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear, staring into your eyes. “I love you so much.”
Warnings/Tags: Explicit content. Just filth. PWP. Listen, I just wanted to give this man a break. He deserves gratuitous sex and alcohol.
"No names."
It was the singular rule he had, in all the years you'd known him.
Was 'known' the right word? Did you consider yourself an acquaintance if you know exactly how slow he likes to fuck, but you don't ask him where his newest scar came from, and he doesn't ask you why you've moved apartments?
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Sometimes he had you repeat it back to him when you first started meeting; a sort of reassurance for him that nothing could follow him back to his life - back to reality. You would whisper it to him without hesitation.
"No names," he would remind you breathlessly while shedding his clothing, one hand remaining on your skin, his mouth inches from your ear.
"Don't worry," you would assure him.
He'd rake his fingers over your shoulders, pulling you closer and pressing his mouth urgently against yours. "Say it- say it back."
You would grin, always uncertain if he was asking to make sure you understood, or just working himself up more. He liked to hear the words, and you always knew by the way his body responded when you said them.
"No names."
Tonight, the words ring in your head as you lean against the bar, replaying the images of past nights in the back of your mind, waiting. You were always waiting on him.
That afternoon you'd heard he was back on Coruscant, and your last meeting of the day couldn't end soon enough. You both knew the time and place. If he was on the planet, you never missed the spot. Some nights he left you waiting until the bar closed, never making an appearance. But you knew if he could come, he would. And he was always worth the wait.
"Can I buy you a drink?"
You're surrounded by pulsing bodies and throbbing music which makes it nearly impossible to hear one individual over all the noise. But that voice will always get your attention.
He leans in closer as you tilt your gaze in his direction. "Or were you waiting for someone?"
You smile. "I was, but he's disappointed me before. I was just about to leave."
His eyebrows raise. "Anyone who would disappoint you must be very foolish." He pauses. "Or exceedingly disappointed, himself. The only thing that could be more important than a night with you would be the fate of the galaxy."
He adds another pause while your mouth twists in feigned displeasure. "...one would imagine."
His mouth slides into a grin, and you can't help but return it, the way his eyes sparkle when they meet yours. He pulls his attention away to signal the bartender, and when you take your drink and leave, he follows you to a dark corner. You turn to face him when you reach the wall, away from prying eyes.
You take a sip, while he downs half of his drink in a single, greedy swallow. He places the glass on a nearby table and stands next to you, first curling one arm around your back, slowly, then following it with the rest of his body to move behind you. He rests the back of a finger against your shoulder and smooths it down your bare arm as you continue to sip.
A shiver runs through you at his touch, and you keep staring forward. "Your hair is so long, now."
You feel him smile against your cheek when he presses himself closer to you. "Haven't had much time for a cut, I'm afraid."
"I like it," you tell him. "Makes you look younger."
He laughs, and you love the way it feels, the vibrations leaving his chest and sinking into your back. "I suppose I need all the help I can get."
A new song begins, changing the atmosphere from loud and fast-paced to a darker mood, more intense. His body starts to move against yours, rolling from his shoulders down to his waist. You lean into him, eyes closing when he lets his head come down to your shoulder and his beard tickles your neck. His rich, clean scent saturates your brain with thoughts only of him, and how much you've missed the feel of him against you.
You both get lost in the music for a long time, enjoying the escape of dancing without thinking. His arms surround you, and you turn to look at his face. The sickly lights of the scummy bar reflect over his features and he's positively radiant, as usual. You lean in for a kiss. His mouth welcomes you as it always does, perfect and soft, the taste of him as sweet as ever, even through the notes of liquor on his breath.
He returns your kiss with a languid swipe of his tongue, only breaking hesitantly away after a long moment to check your surroundings. You know he's looking to see if anyone is staring, but you take the opportunity to flag down someone walking past, carrying a tray of drinks. You exchange a few credits and press the shot into his hand.
"You need to loosen up."
He gives you another grin, his teeth glinting in the dim light as he throws back the shot. He doesn't react, doesn't squint, doesn't pause. It might well have been water, the way he instantly goes back to kissing you.
When his lips meet yours, everything else becomes a blur - the bar, the street outside, the back of the cab, your apartment. Details. Unimportant when he's tugging on your bottom lip, swiping his tongue over yours, parting your mouths to softly brush his thumb over your jaw. Only a brief moment seems to pass, and all at once you're keying in the code to the front door of your apartment.
You tumble through the door, kicking it closed behind you, and he's already pulling off his clothes. He drops his grey cloak at the door, stepping over it to push you toward the seating area of your living room. His hands fall to the waist of his pants, carelessly tugging at the hem of his shapeless blue shirt, pulling it over his head before you can even ask. His mouth is back at your neck as soon as he's free, his bare shoulders crowding you, pressing you down into the couch.
Your arms slide down his back and you suppress a whine at the way his fingers impatiently unfasten the front of your shirt. As soon as you feel his bare skin on yours, your hand plummets downward desperately. His hands have finished their work, pulling the front of your shirt open just as you make contact. He stops, back hunched, and drops his head forward. The way his locks of hair fall forward over his face is immaculate, and you take your time, just soaking in the sight of him.
His eyes are closed, brows furrowed. The shadows of his eyelashes darken his face. You brush your hand over the length of him through his pants. His mouth falls open.
"Touch me," he whispers, leaning in to close his mouth over yours. "Touch me."
You pull your palm over the front of his pants, enjoying the shape of him, then dip your fingers below his waistband and start to stroke him, finally making contact with the warmth of his skin. You revel in the way he instantly thrusts against your open hand. You've barely grazed him and he's already bucking earnestly for more.
"I'm going to put on some music," you murmur into his ear, leaning upward and taking your hand out of the front of his clothes.
"Ngh?" he makes a desperate noise at the loss of contact and you smile at the way his gorgeous blue eyes gloss over with confusion, following your movements as you reach for a remote on the table nearby. You know he tends to lose himself even more when you play music for him.
It reminds you of the first time you did this. Years ago, when he was a fresh knight, barely more than a padawan, and you were just a senator's intern, newly arrived on the planet. He'd been so shy, so unsure of himself. So unsure of what he wanted. You'd chatted all night, and when you'd mentioned your love for music he'd invited you to listen to him play the quetarra back in his quarters. Of course he'd said he wasn't any good, only an amateur, but he'd played beautifully. Since that night you'd met at every opportunity throughout the changing of your respective careers. And never once had he asked your name. He insisted it kept him from forming an attachment, and you were only so happy to oblige, so long as he kept coming back.
The music is playing now, filling the apartment with quiet pulses of bass. No sooner have you put down the remote than he's sliding his leg between your knees, spreading them on the couch, and kissing your neck. His hand deftly unfastens the clasp of your belt and moves it to the side, slipping beneath the waist of your pants. He lets out a soft breath when his fingers drop easily between your legs. You're almost embarrassed at the way his hand is slicked with you, but he makes a quiet "Oh..." sound against your neck and it's instantly clear how much it turns him on.
He pulls back to look down at you, locking his eyes onto yours as he pushes two fingers inside you, the corners of his eyes crinkling when he grins wickedly at your response. You gasp, gripping the side of his forearm, muscles there tight as he starts to work his fingers inside you, brushing up against the perfect spot he knows will melt you into a whimpering mess.
It doesn't take long before you're biting back pitiful noises, writhing against him as he pulls your sanity apart. You're not above begging when it comes to him, and he knows it. He's waiting for it.
"Please..."
He cups your jaw in his hand and kisses you deeply, still pumping his fingers diligently, maddeningly.
"Anything. What is it?"
"Need you. Please. Please, fuck me."
All the lightness leaves his face at once. He's no longer in a playful mood when he tugs the front of your remaining clothes down, pressing one hand into the couch beside your head while the other wraps around his cock. His knees keep your legs spread, and in one fluid motion, he's inside you.
He doesn't even stop to let you process the sensation of him. He's inside you and his pace is immediate and perfect. Slow, steady, gorgeous. The only sound he makes when you're finally wrapped around him is a quiet panting, the usual rigid air about him being incrementally replaced with an animalistic state of zen.
You feel every inch of him, the way he gives it to you as if each movement is an artistic choice, building and building the warmth inside you until you're shamelessly moaning for more. You arch your back, giving him more room to fill you, and his pace finally stutters. You smirk at the way his eyes roll back.
"You feel incredible."
His hips start to snap, his rhythm faltering. "Don't... don't say things like that, or I won't... last..."
You can't help it. A groan escapes you at his admission and you buck your hips upward to meet him. "So good. So fucking... good."
"Stars," he gasps, mouth open and eyes squeezed shut. "Shit-"
He pauses, clenching his jaw as if concentrating deeply, holding back. Finally, he rasps, "Darling, come for me."
He slides a hand between your legs and gently works his thumb over you, bringing you screaming over the edge all at once, your hands flying up to grip his neck, desperately grasping to make sure he keeps pounding into you while you whimper out your bliss.
He keeps his rhythm steady, working out every last drop of your orgasm until you're spent and gasping for air, before he finally begins to lose his composure, raggedly grinding into you. He brings a hand behind your head, fingers tangling into your hair while he finishes, his cock sliding in and out of you as his cum spills out between your legs, coating the insides of your thighs in a sticky, beautiful mess.
He stays inside you like this for a long time, arms shaking, as you both catch your breath. His face is glowing when he looks down at you, catching your lips in a messy half-smiling kiss.
You let out a deep sigh, brushing your hands through his hair when he finally slides out of you and collapses beside you. You're going to lie like this for as long as you can. Breathless, thoughtless, nameless, and wrapped in the arms of Obi Wan fucking Kenobi, you're going to fall asleep.
✩ a/n: somno is kind of my favourite kink. forgive me. anyway, for the damon girlies!
☾ kinktober masterlist
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the flat was quiet when damon stumbled in. he quietly walked to the bedroom, trying not to wake you up.
and here you were, laying on your stomach, soft and sleeping, wearing his shirt. just his shirt.
he groaned lowly, sitting on the bed. the change of weight made you stir a bit, letting out a little sleepy groan.
“you awake, babe?” he whispered, his pants getting tighter at the view.
“mmh—” you hummed, barely awake.
his hand moved to your lower back, slid down to the curve of your arse, and to your thighs.
“damon...” you whispered, eyes still closed.
“shh, go back to sleep.”
and you did. you trusted him.
he continued caressing your body, your tired mind not caring one a bit—actually allowing him.
he spread your legs apart, and slid his fingers between your folds. wet. good dream, he supposed.
he rubbed your clit slowly, making you whimper in your sleep. it was both adorable and doing nothing to soothe his hard on.
he finally pushed a finger inside you, slowly, carefully. he curled it into that spot that immediately swelled under his touch. that made him smirk, especially when he heard that intelligible moan you made into your pillow.
your eyes were still close. but you were stirring.
he spread your arse cheek to see how you coated his finger with slick.
it was safe to add a second one.
you were obscenely wet, only worsening with every stroke to your sweet spot. it was creaming his digits and making a slick sound in the silent room.
slowly, you began stirring. properly. at that deep heat between your thighs, and that coil tight in your stomach.
“mmh, damon...” you gasped softly, your thighs twitching.
“are you finally waking up, love?” he chuckled darkly, and took his fingers off.
you hummed in agreement, looking back at him over your shoulder.
he took off his belt quickly, and shoved his pants down, freeing his hard, aching cock.
he lifted your backside by the waist, placing a pillow under your hips.
you opened your legs, folding them in two.
his cock nudged your entrance, and then slowly filled you, splitting you open.
you both gasped when he bottomed out, your hands gripping the sheets and his gripping your hips tightly.
“fuck. tight little cunt—” he muttered breathlessly and pulled out almost the entire way, only to slam back inside. over and over again.
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you were sobbing in the sheets at this point, the rhythm both brutal and insanely slow, the kind that made your pussy clamp down on him when he slipped out.
“if i knew you’d be that tight, i wouldn’t have wasted my time spreading you open with my fingers,” he mumbled against your ear, and pulled away to brace himself and fuck you faster into the mattress.
you were reduced to a whimpering, gasping mess, and it only made him needier.
“damon—!” you gasped, and he soothingly traced a path down your spine.
“shh, you’re alright. i’m here. just let go.”
the head of his cock kept slamming into that used, tender spot—and that drove you to the edge.
“i’m—fuck, dam—” you whined, your lip caught between your teeth when you looked back at him.
“yeah, that’s it. come for me.”
you cried out, your toes and fingers curling into the sheets. damon groaned at how you clenched his cock, milking him as he released after you, his hot cum stuffing you full.
“jesus—here you go, babe,” he gasped in your ear, pulled out, and collapsed next to you.
90s!noel gallagher x shy!fem!reader x 90s!damon albarn - smut
!! minors dni !!
going to a christmas party with your friend gets messy when two guys catch your eye and fight to see who can please you better.
word count: 3384
content: threesome; unprotected sex; high sex (cocaine); voyeurism/semi public sex; light corruption kink; fingering; hair pulling; oral sex; facial; gagging
a/n: merry (late) christmas + happy holidays guys!! ignore the fact that im super late.... just pretend it's still december 25th ok thx
you were never one for parties, especially ones that were overly loud and filled with people. it just wasn’t your scene. your best friend was nearly the complete opposite of you, though—adventurous, noisy, down for almost anything. it was a miracle that you became friends and even got along sometimes.
so when she invited you along to a christmas party, you weren’t exactly thrilled. it took a lot of her pleading with you over the phone for you to agree, only because you didn’t want her to go alone. it was bitterly cold outside the house the party was at, the wind biting sharp against your neck. there was already a small crowd spilling from the door and gathering on the sidewalk in front of the house—it was already more than you bargained for.
inside it was a mess of people and plastic cups, couples tangled together in view of everyone. you clung to your friend, following her closely as she weaved through the crowd, pushing through the sea of bodies.
you turned your head for one second, almost immediately losing sight of your friend. there were too many people jammed into the relatively tight living room for you to see her. you sat on top of the armrest of the sofa, sighing in frustration. the noise of the party around you dissolved into nothing as you tuned it out, leaning your head against the wall behind you, your eyes closed.
you sat there for what felt like a long time, just letting the surrounding sounds become ambient noise, though you couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched. you sat up, looking straight ahead of you past all the heads between you and the other side of the room where someone sat in an armchair.
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noel noticed you the minute you walked into the party.
you stood out in a way that he liked—quiet, reserved, kept to yourself. clearly this wasn’t your scene, but you were here anyway, probably with a friend or two. he admired that about you almost instantly. he’d been to tons of parties, even though he just sat in the corner while people clung to him like glue. he liked that you were like him in that way, and even then, he still wanted to ruin you.
he watched you sit down from the opposite corner of the living room. his eyes slid down the gentle curve of your figure hidden under your coat. he wanted to peel the jacket off of you, watch your breath hitch as he exposed your shoulders to the cool, crisp air as it poured through the windows of the house. noel sipped from the cup in his hand, some sort of drink handed to him by someone talking to him that he was ignoring completely. the hair on the back of his neck prickled as his eyes met yours through the crowd, an all too familiar voice ringing in his ear.
“not too bad, is she, gallagher?”
he turned, frowning at the smug grin on damon’s face. “piss off.”
damon chuckled, leaning against the wall right next to noel’s chair. “she’s fit. i’d have her in a hearbeat.” noel ignored him, only making him talk more. “if you don’t want her, noel, i’ll take her.”
noel snapped at damon. “i told you to piss off.” he sipped his drink again, slow, like he was trying to taste you on his lips instead. “like she’d go for you anyway.”
the two of them sat in complete silence as they watched you, both of them thinking about who would make the first move when liam slid up right next to them with the attitude of an annoying little brother interrupting his friends. “what’re you starin’ at?” he squinted, looking over in your direction, grinning cheekily when he saw you. “fuckin’ filthy, you lot, starin’ at that bird over there.”
damon rolled his eyes, his brows furrowing as he glanced at liam. “don’t you have people to annoy somewhere else?”
liam scoffed, walking away. “yeah, have fun watchin’ her.”
noel shifted in his seat, the itch he felt for you bothering him now, his fingers twitching restlessly against the armrest of the chair. damon felt it too now, setting his drink down on a side table. “i’m gonna go talk to her.” he smirked, patting noel on the shoulder. “don’t worry, i’ll tell you all about it.” noel watched damon walk over to you, deciding to get up and go somewhere quieter.
somewhere he could take the edge off.
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you straightened your back when you saw someone walking towards you. he stood right next to the sofa where you were sitting, leaning casually against the wall.
“you seem like the quiet type.”
you were a bit startled, not sure how to respond. “erm, i guess…” you paused before continuing quietly. “i’m not really a party person, i suppose. i came with my friend.”
“i figured. you’re just sittin’ here by yourself.”
he held out his hand, giving you his name. you shook it hesitantly, letting his name roll around in your head like a song.
damon. has a nice ring to it.
you thought it suited his face, his wide blue eyes blinking slowly under the loose strands of hair falling from his fringe. he was remarkably pretty, in an almost overbearing way. you felt yourself opening up a bit to him, giving him your name back. he nodded, smiling when you told him.
“‘s pretty, like you.”
you felt your face go red—it was a corny line, but you couldn’t help but be flattered by the sincerity behind his words. he glanced around the room, like he was looking for someone. “you said you came with a friend?” you nodded, playing with the sleeve of your coat. “yeah. i don’t know where she is though.”
“i can help you find her if you want.”
you thought it over, realizing you were feeling more comfortable now that you weren’t alone. “i’ll find her later. right now i’ve got you.”
he watched you shift, sliding down the armrest, the hem of your dress bunching up your thighs. “you want something to drink?” you shook your head, tugging your dress back down.
“want a cig?”
“no, i’m okay.”
he cocked an eyebrow, studying your face intensely. “you gotta have something to take the edge off a little.” he looked over his shoulder down the hall. “i know someone who’s got something.” he started walking and you followed, pushing through the people just standing around in the dimly lit hallway. damon stopped at every door, peering in until he found the right one. “this one, love.”
you walked in, your eyes scanning the bedroom. it was dark, lit only by a floor lamp tucked to the side, and empty except for one person slouched in the chair in the corner, a lit cigarette between his fingers. he furrowed his brows when he saw the two of you walk in, clearly annoyed.
“oi, don’t you have somewhere else you can go?” he was playing with a small bag filled with a white powder you assumed was cocaine.
damon motioned to the powder. “mind if we bum some off you, noel?”
“whatever.” noel tossed him the bag, slouching down further in the chair. “just let me know when you start shaggin’ so i can fuck off.”
damon laid you down flat on your back, pushing your hair out of your face. “mind if i unzip this?” he pointed to your coat. you shook your head, tugging down the zipper halfway. he opened your coat, pushing it down your shoulders a bit. his fingers ghosted the soft skin right under your collarbones, just the lightest touch of his fingertips to you.
“relax, love. push your shoulders back for me a bit.”
you shifted, exposing more of your chest. he opened the bag, blinking up at you. “you don’t mind, right? you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to.” you shook your head. “go ahead.”
he tipped some of it right under your clavicle, using the straight edge of the bag to cut it neatly. he leaned down, his lips grazing your skin lightly as he snorted the line of powder. he tipped his head back, pupils blown wide, rubbing his nose. a bit of it clung to your chest, and he swept it up with his finger, licking it clean. “can’t let that go to waste, can we?”
you laughed quietly, reaching up and touching his face gently. you ran your fingers along his cheekbone, your hand sliding down until it rested against the sharp angle of his jaw. damon leaned back down, his chest pressed to yours, and kissed you, his fingers tangling in your hair. you kissed him back, parting your lips to let his tongue slide between them. you could taste the coke that lingered behind, the acidic burn of it something you hadn’t felt before.
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you broke away, peeking over his shoulder at noel, who was still slouched in the chair in the corner. damon looked behind him, turning back to you with a grin. “don’t mind him, he’s always sulking like that.” he turned his head again, raising his voice enough to be heard. “but he doesn’t bite, do you, noel?”
“are you gonna fuck her or do i have to do it myself?”
“if you like sharing, ‘cos she’s mine.”
damon’s lips grazed your neck, pressing lightly against your skin. “you don’t mind, right? if he stays? not like he’ll be doin’ anything anyway.” you shook your head, looking back over at the corner, speaking softly. “i don’t mind.” you looked back, watching noel get up and walk over to the end of the bed, pulling his jacket off. he gestured to you, eyes dark.
“quiet one, isn’t she?” he sat down on the edge of the mattress right next to you, brushing the hair out of your face. “reckon you’re shy. i’d kill to ruin you.”
you nodded as damon tugged at your dress, pulling it over your head, exposing your bare skin to the cool night air coming in from the open window. your breath hitched as noel ran his hand down your side, palming one of your tits. he brushed his thumb lightly over your nipple, sending a sharp shiver down your spine.
damon shifted, tugging your panties down, positioning himself to where you ached for him. he licked through your folds slowly, his hands holding your thighs steady. a quiet, choked whimper left your lips, just barely audible over the sound of the sheets rustling under you. he sucked hard on your clit, his tongue working you open, lapping up your slick, wet heat. noel ran his fingers through your hair, keeping you grounded as pleasure shot through your body.
damon peered up, his chin dripping. he stroked circles against your thigh, gentle and slow. “feels good, doesn’t it, babe?” something caught between a moan and “yes” came out of you, the sound catching in your throat. noel rolled his eyes, still stroking your hair.
“reckon i could do that better.”
“yeah? i’d like to see you try.”
noel slid onto the bed, pushing damon aside. “move. i know i can do better.” he hoisted you up by your waist, pulling you onto his lap. he pushed two fingers into your cunt, his other hand working your clit. you moaned, louder this time, the sound making noel grin wildly.
“see? told you i could do it better. got my little shy girl moanin’ f’me.”
damon sat back, huffing. he watched noel’s fingers split you open, pumping in and out of you. “that’s nothing. you’re barely doin’ anything.”
“you’re just jealous.”
“says the dickhead that just shoved his fingers in my girl.”
“your girl? who the fuck said she’s yours?” noel shoved another finger into you, making you cry out. your head fell back against his shoulders, your eyes screwed shut.
“hear that? she’s mine.”
“in your dreams. m’only being nice ‘cos it’s christmas.”
“sure. but when she’s takin’ my cock like a good girl, we’ll see who’s she likes more.” he unbuckled his belt with a soft clink, the leather hissing as it pulled it free. noel pulled you closer to him, the hard press of him against your ass making you whine. “she’s already whinin’. she’s mine, damon.”
he lifted his hips, shoving his jeans down enough to free his cock. he shifted, pulling you onto him, his tip pressed right against your entrance. you moaned as he pushed into you slowly, the stretch burning in just the right way. “fuck—noel—”
noel smirked, holding you steady by your hips as he thrust up into you. “she’s even moanin’ my name.” damon rolled his eyes again, feeling his own arousal growing hard against the seam of his jeans. he pressed his hand to his thick bulge, watching noel fuck you right there on the bed in front of him.
he grit his teeth, groaning as he spoke. “just wait ‘til i’m stuffed deep inside her. she’ll be drippin’ for days.”
noel rolled his hips, the press of his cock against that perfect spot made your head spin. “but she’ll be feelin’ me first. m’gonna mark her up, make her mine forever. you’d like that, wouldn’t you, love?” you moaned, your breath catching in your lungs, the words slurred as he thrust hard and deep into you. “y-yes, yes, yes—please, noel—”
damon pressed his palm to his bulge harder, his eyes glued to you. “i’ll have her beggin’ even more than that. you’re barely getting a sound out of her.” he crawled up to you, stroking your inner thigh. his grip tightened around your thigh, his fingers finding your cunt. he reached up to your clit, rubbing vigorously. “feel that, love? feels good, yeah?” you nodded, breathless, too lost in every overwhelming sensation to speak at all.
noel gripped your waist harder, moaning loudly in your ear, his hips bucking up into you. “god, takin’ me so fuckin’ well—stretchin’ around me—” he glanced down at damon, who was still working your clit. “‘s pathetic—can’t even wait your turn.”
damon snapped at him, his fingers digging into your thigh hard enough to leave a mark. “shut up. you’re enjoyin’ this too much.”
“‘course i’m fuckin’ enjoyin’ this. i get to watch whatever shitshow you have going on.”
“like i won’t be the one making her come.”
“only ‘cos you’re touchin’ her clit, you dick. move your hand—” noel pushed damon’s hand out of the way and started rubbing your clit harder. you moaned, sharp and broken, your back arching as he worked you with his fingers, rough and fast—his cock still stuffed deep inside you. “see? she loves it.”
“you’re just bein’ greedy now. move over.” damon reached over again, his fingers out of sync with noel’s as they both worked you relentlessly, still firing heated jabs at each other. the building pleasure was twisting a knot in your stomach, your cunt throbbing with every thrust and pass of their fingers. you were barely holding on at this point, every nerve in your body being completely overwhelmed by the onslaught of sensations that you stopped paying attention to everything else around you.
at one point some other couple walked in, looking for a spot to do the same as the three of you, and leaving almost immediately when they caught a glimpse of the absolute filth on display.
noel smirked, his hips bucking up harder, making you nearly scream. “d’you see that? fuckin’ hell, nearly scared them off.”
“probably ‘cos they’re horrified by how you haven’t made her come yet.”
“shut the fuck up. she’ll come f’me.” your legs ached as he thrust deeper, pushing you to the edge of breaking completely. you could barely speak, your voice small and weak. “please—fuck—can’t—”
damon stroked your cheek, his gaze darting up to meet noel’s. “can’t what? reckon you can’t come with him fuckin’ you like that—he’s doin’ a piss poor job of it.”
“i told you, shut up. like you could do any better.”
damon undid his belt, shoving his jeans down. “watch—she’ll take me like a good girl.” his cock twitched in the cool air, dripping down the shaft. he tapped the tip against your mouth, smearing precum across your face. “open up f’me, love.” you parted your lips, moaning as he pushed his cock between them. he held your hair firmly, tugging your head back so you looked up at him.
“look so gorgeous like this—takin’ both of us at the same time.”
he thrust into your mouth, making you gag as his cock hit the back of your throat. noel dug his fingers into your waist, his other hand still on your clit. you could barely hold on anymore, a dull ache spreading through your back and down your legs.
the tension in you finally snapped as your orgasm crashed over you in fast, cruel waves, your body twitching with your release. you moaned around damon’s cock, gagging as he fucked your throat, your hands clawing uselessly at his sides.
noel’s hips stuttered as he slowly reached his own climax, his breath hot on your neck as he trailed love bites down your skin. “m’gonna come right in your tight little cunt—make you mine, love—” he held you steady as he thrust erratically, his warm cum filling your throbbing walls. he ground it into you, the milky liquid spilling from your cunt onto the bed.
damon smirked, teasing noel as he pulled out of you carefully, panting shallowly. “giving up already? bet i can make her come faster than you.” he bucked his hips, his cock still shoved deep in your mouth, your nails digging into his thighs. you groaned around him as you pulled off of him with a wet pop, spit and precum dripping down your lips.
damon wrapped his hand around his length, stroking himself, his other hand braced on your shoulder. he moaned through grit teeth, flashing a filthy smile as he pumped himself faster.
“fuck—gonna come all over your pretty face—”
his cock twitched as hot ropes of cum streaked across your face and tits, already dripping down your chest. you slumped back against noel, his fingers tracing lazy circles against your skin as damon slid down next to you. he slipped two fingers into your sore and sticky cunt, watching you gasp breathlessly. he pushed them in deeper, savoring the wet heat of your aching walls. you moaned, mumbling as he pumped his fingers, curling them cruelly deep inside you.
“god—damon, please—”
he peered up at noel, a cheeky grin spread across his face. “hear that? she’s fuckin’ begging me. admit it, she’s mine.”
he worked you faster with his fingers, his thumb circling your clit, rough and merciless. he was unrelenting, shoving a third finger into you when you whined his name, fighting to keep yourself from breaking too quickly again. tension strung along your spine, the pleasure working up to an unbearable degree.
“god—i, fuck—gonna come—”
your hips bucked uselessly as your second orgasm tore through you—meaner, sharper than the last. you sobbed as damon pulled out of you, soreness setting in. he pushed his slick and cum soaked fingers into your mouth, making you suck on them. you tasted yourself and noel on his hand, gagging again when he shoved them deeper down your throat. you coughed when he pulled them out, wiping whatever was left of his cum from your face. he licked his own fingers, cleaning whatever you missed off of them.
“easy, love. knew you’d take me so well.” he turned to noel, smirking, clearly satisfied by how easily he’d ruined you. “told you i could make her come faster.”
noel scoffed, gripping your waist tighter. “says the idiot who just licked my cum off his fingers.”
“you’re just jealous.”
“jealous? how? she’s mine, last time i checked. i’m the one that got to come in her.”
“‘cos you wouldn’t share her—next time, i go first.”
“yeah right. in your fuckin’ dreams.”
you sat back and listened to them bicker as you lost yourself in your own thoughts again, thinking about how this was both the best and weirdest christmas gift you ever could’ve gotten.
can you do 90s!damon oral (reader receiving) ur fics are so good btw i loveee reading them 💗💗💗
i was gonna make a post abt this last might but i was tired so like 90s!damon x liams ex!reader, who swearsss that he doesnt mind, and he doesnt care what liam says abt u bc hes only saying it to make u and damon upset. he still gets mad, of course, and he has u in bed, writhing beneath him and trying to squirm away as he buries his tongue in your weeping cunt. he bobs his head so his nose relentlessly bumps your clit until you're riding his tongue.
"he never made u cum like this, did he?" he says with his fingers pumping into your cunt, leaving scattered kisses beneath your jaw. your nails stab into his wrist, head leaning into the pillows. you could only focus on how light your body felt with how many times you'd cum. you whine when he pulls his fingers away.
when he repeats himself, ur confused. "what the fuck are you talking about?"
"liam. fucking answer," your body tenses from the sharp zap of pleasure from this fingertips ghosting your puffy clit.
"no, fuck, please. you're so much better than him. please—" you gasp when his fingers return to your cunt, curling inside your walls to make your shivering thighs close around his wrist.
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