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🌼Damiano × reader

part16 of ??? [parts 1-15]

NSFW🔥 kinky adultsonly playtime

° Damiano David & female reader insert

wordcount::: 6,669

° “Maybe you just need a good luck charm. A Daddy-sized good luck charm would probably do the trick. Hang on a second, I’m Daddy-sized. [...] How ‘bout you come over here and you can sit in my lap? This way, you can get lots of good luck and it’s the closest we’ll ever get to me playing this game with you.” - hanging out & playing videogames with your boyfriend has never been this much fun, or this distracting

° 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] [but commissions are priority! there are currently 3 commissions in cue!] ° chapter inspired by this post

° [ITA]: mi scusi: excuse me

“Babygirl…” You had seen Damiano come into the living room, stationed in your peripheral vision as you were unwilling to take your eyes off of the TV - lest your video game character be killed. “What is this?”

“What d’ya mean- I thought we had gotten to the point where you didn’t judge me for playing Fortnite.”

“No, it’s not that. We were napping together, a lovely post-fucking nap. And then I wake up without my kitty? I’m not happy about that, I get enough of that when I’m away.” He said, walking towards the couch.

You were hitting the buttons on the controller with greater force as you came under fire. “Sorry, I rolled over and was like, immediately awake and my stomach was growling at me. I would’ve come back to bed after eating, but then I saw how much washing I needed to get done, like all of my work clothes.”

“You don’t have to apologise, I’m just being greedy for your company.”

You were smiling - and not just because you had eliminated another player. “‘Cause you love me.”

He had walked around the couch, bending down to fold his arms over the backrest. “That’s right, even though you’re a nerd that plays Fortnite unironically.” He kissed you on the cheek.

Before you could fire off any kind of comeback, pointing out his guilty pleasures to tease him for being just as lame, he had straightened up and walked away. You found your focus secured by the game when your character was hit by a truck, and then it was a scramble to recover your health. You gripped the controller even tighter at this moment.

But before you could recover, another player had taken you down. You finished in forty-first, letting out a little huff. You got up from the sofa instead of starting another round of the battle royale.

There was no real surprise in finding Damiano in the kitchen, in the process of making two cups of tea. You approached where he stood with his back to you, waiting for the electric kettle to finish boiling the water. At once, you placed yourself into his personal space and wrapped your arms around his middle.

You pressed your face into the soft fabric of his shirt, inhaling deeply as you intended to savour this moment. You had to soak up this time with him, because in less than twenty-four hours, you would be alone in the apartment again. He was on the verge of leaving for another trip to America, but you had to stay back and fulfil your own work responsibilities.

The scent filling your nostrils was a unique mix - the laundry detergent, hints of cigarette smoke and his body wash. This smell would remain in whatever clothes he left behind, but it wouldn’t be the same as how you were experiencing it now. You could wrap your face up in his clothes, but it wouldn’t be the same. The warmth would be missing, as well as a completely indefinable quality.

It happened whenever he went away, you got a longing lodged in the back of your throat, a craving that you didn’t have a name for.

“Did you sleep well?” You asked.

“Mm-hmm, and my headache is totally gone now.”

That had been the catalyst for your earlier fucking - he had awoken in the morning with a headache that pain-killers couldn’t do away with. You had made a joke about how orgasms were the perfect way to alleviate a headache. He had latched onto this idea, immediately taking it seriously, until you were both naked and in bed together.

You lifted yourself up to your tiptoes so that you could kiss his cheek. “Good.”

He finished making the tea while you went into the laundry, where your office clothes had finished their cycle in the washing machine. You collected the damp clothes into the basket and went onto the balcony, beginning to hang each item on the clothesline.

When you returned inside, you didn’t immediately find Damiano, he had placed both mugs down on the coffee table. You resumed your seat on the sofa, picking up the Nintendo Switch controller out of habit, you didn’t press any of the buttons, and the television held your attention for a fraction of a second.

He came back into the room, one hand brushing through his untamed hair, while the other was tucked into the pocket of his jeans. There was a relaxed smile on his face and it made you feel like snuggling - you were tempted by images of spending hours on the sofa, not caring about the world beyond his arms.

“Were you on a winning streak? Because I don’t mind if you wanna keep playing.” He said.

You scoffed and put the controller down. “Winning streak? Hardly. Besides, I’d much rather do something with you.” He sat down next to you and you immediately turned your body to face him. “We could play a different game together, or we could find a movie to watch, or not watch…”

“Have you won any today?” He asked.

“No, I guess it’s only the good players online right now.”

“Well maybe you just need a good luck charm.” He said. “A Daddy-sized good luck charm would probably do the trick. Hang on a second, I’m Daddy-sized.”

“Wow, plot twist.”

“How ‘bout you come over here and you can sit in my lap?” He offered, giving his denim-clad thighs a pat. “This way, you can get lots of good luck and it’s the closest we’ll ever get to me playing this game with you.”

“I offered to teach you…”

“And I appreciate that. But maybe I’m more of a visual learner.”

With the controller in hand, you crossed the small distance to him, climbing into his lap. You gave him a quick kiss on the lips before turning to face the television. You reclined against him, not rushing to start a new battle - because you had found something new to savour, which was how perfectly your bodies fit together. It was a simple thing, but it gave you a rush of contentment because it made you feel like a puzzle piece placed down in your destined spot.

You had just tapped the joystick to bring the screen back to full brightness, when you were distracted by the feeling of your shorts being pulled down. He had grabbed the material at the hem and was tugging them down.

“What’re you doin’...?” You asked as he manoeuvred the shorts below your knees.

He countered with a question of his own. “What, is this the game?”

“No.” You said of the character selection screen. “I was gonna see if you wanted to pick who I play as.”

“Aw, aren’t you cute?” He cooed, he had dragged your shorts down to be around your ankles. “Ooh, who is she, is she just made of solid gold?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, you should pick her, clearly she’s the baddest bitch.”

You hesitated from doing anything in the game. “Damiano…”

“What, is she a bad choice?” He asked.

“No, she’s fine. It’s what you’re- what are you doing?”

“What?” He asked, and glancing over your shoulder, you saw the smirk on his face. “Do you need these to play?” Once your feet were free of the shorts, he tossed the item aside.

“No, I guess that I don’t.”

“In that case…” His nose brushed against the side of your neck and you felt his breath heating up the skin here. “...you probably don’t need these either.” You could only smile, feeling a blush come into your cheeks as he started to work at getting you out of your black panties. “Play your game, kitty.”

You licked your lips as you looked back at the television, getting a new battle cued up. Your panties disappeared and you felt him adjusting how he was sitting beneath you. He was digging around in his pocket, before taking out, to place aside, what you assumed was his phone. Then he seemed to settle, his arms wrapping around your middle. You felt secure, it was cute how he seemingly shared your interest in savouring your time together. This setup was almost wholesome, if he hadn’t exposed your cunt.

But you didn’t get stuck on this detail. You found it so easy to get comfortable in his lap, letting the video game take up slightly less of your attention than what was usual. You hit the ground and started to navigate your character around the map, seeking out weapons.

“Where are all of the other players?” He asked after a time.

“I dunno.” You said. “They’re off somewhere else, not shooting me, that’s all I care about.”

He placed one of his hands on your thigh and you detected an extra, out of the ordinary weight here. But you weren’t willing to take your eyes off of the game for long enough to see what this was. “So you could just wait for everyone to get killed off by each other and win that way?”

“Yeah, it is possible to win that way. It’s just not a very satisfying win.”

“Oh my God, does my pet have a bit of blood lust?”

“Hey, don’t judge me.” You said, taking cover as you built up your character’s shield. “This is just what I gotta go to survive, living on the murder scene.”

“Living on the what-now?” He asked.

You launched yourself into the cab of a stationary semi truck. “My Chemical Romance, Life on the-”

A strange sensation came into your body, beginning at your clitoral hood, it brought a jolt through your whole system at once. It was so unexpected that you couldn’t fathom what you were feeling. You couldn’t place the feeling, had you experienced it before?

As the pulsations continued, familiarity began to set in. Looking down, you could instantly confirm this path of thinking. He had placed a vibrator against your clit, a compact, travel-sized wand. But it was sending big feelings through you, your jaw falling slack as you were ripped out of your state of composure, left scrambling mentally.

“Uh, Damiano…” You had started to shift in his lap - you could discern that the device was on a lower setting and you weren’t yet ready to take anything more.

“What does that mean- you are in the storm, run?” He casually asked as he read from the screen.

“What are you doing?” You asked, the words straining to get free

“That doesn’t answer my question.” He said. “Oh shit, is that your health bar, are you about to-? Baby, you died. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say that you weren’t even trying to win.”

You saw your placing, sixty-seventh. But then you let your eyes flutter shut, rocking your body weight into him. “And if I didn’t know any better, I’d swear you were trying to get me to lose.”

“No, that’s not the case. I want you to play your game and have fun.” He said and you breathed a sigh of relief when he took the vibrator off of you. “And I thought that I could play a different nature of game with you, so I’m participating without actually playing Fortnite. It might help you get to a win, an incentive to get you to try a bit harder.”

“Incentive?” You repeated.

He started to lower the buzzing head back to your clit and you felt your body heating up. “For every time that you die, pet…” You gasped when he turned the vibrations up to a higher intensity. “I’m gonna give you ten seconds of this on the highest setting.” You gripped the controller tighter as your body succumbed to a series of powerful quivers. “But, you don’t get to come ‘til I say.”

“Whu-...” The rest of this word dissolved into a moan as he moved the toy around on your clitoral hood, letting you feel how the pressure could change.

“Do you understand, babygirl?” He asked.

You wriggled around in his lap as you tried to regain your composure. “Yes.”

“Good.” He said, easing the vibrator off of the most intense setting. “Now, play your game. And try to do a bit better, because I know you can. How about all those nights when I come home from the studio super late, but you’re still awake and you’re still playing Fortnite?” You nodded as you started to get your breath back a little. “And you act all innocent, tellin’ me that you didn’t mean to stay up so late, your plan was to get to bed as soon as you didn’t place top ten, but you kept getting to the top ten. Show me some of that prowess, huh?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

You had readjusted your grip on the controller, going for something more comfortable as you looked up at the screen. Ready up, you selected as the lower level vibrations became easier to cope with. You realised that those intense ten seconds after a defeat weren’t the only time he was going to be playing with you. You would have to hold your climax at bay during rounds of the shooter game as he kept the toy on and at your clitoral hood. It seemed like an unnecessary handicap that he was adding, but rather than complaining, you chose to rise up to this challenge.

You set yourself up at what seemed to be a promising start, after landing at Condo Canyon and collecting lots of weapons. You were feeling confident.

“What’s that purple thing, on the other screen there?” He asked.

You brought the view of the map up again. “That’s the storm, so that gets bigger as the game progresses and you wanna stay out of it, because the storm is deadly and over time it wears down your health, so you either get out of it, or it kills you. Which is what happened to me last time.”

“But that’s not gonna happen this time, is it?”

“No.” You said, running to begin to guide your character out of this danger zone.

“No, ‘cause you’re playing for real this time.”

You saw the streak of a bullet tear through the air next to your character. As you spun around, facing the direction that the bullet had come from, more bullets came flying at you. Your hands tensed as you prepared yourself for the kill, focusing into the digital world entirely. You tried to spot the enemy shooter on the skyline, waiting to see them move.

You found the opponent and started shooting, not blinking as you tried to get your aim perfect. They knocked some of the percentage off of your shield, finally landing a hit, which made you want the kill even more. You switched to a different weapon, but kept up the consistent shooting.

It hadn’t been a conscious decision, but during this process, you had started to clench your thighs. Maybe this was something that you did whenever you played, never noticing because it was a natural reflex to the imagined pressure of the video game.

But doing it right now proved to be dangerous. This pressed the mini-wand harder against your clitoral hood. With less space between you and the vibrations, they stopped being so easy to cope with. This no longer felt like the lowest setting - transforming from a pleasant tingle, into a deep tickle, which made your throat clench. It threatened your resolve to eliminate this player.

But you managed to get it done regardless. You had to tell yourself to separate your thighs and you were out of breath as you set about reloading all of your weapons. There was a smile on your face and for the moment, you didn’t care about how your shield had been entirely obliterated by that other player.

You got to running again - the instincts that you had developed as a player kicking in, as the pleasure subsided, returning to something of a baseline. You knew where to find items and got to work replenishing your shields.

But before you could get this done, and claim back some of your confidence, your health bar was cut in half by a hit that you hadn’t seen coming.

“Where did that even…?”

You were too surprised to finish forming this sentence. Frantically, you swung the camera around, trying to find the person that was set on killing you. You put a gun back into your character’s hands.

The opponent took advantage of your confusion, shooting and defeating you. Your character disappeared into a streak of bright blue and you were shown your placement, finishing in eleventh out of one-hundred players. Your screen switched to show you the perspective of your killer.

“Above.” You noted how you had been defeated. “That came from above, that’s how I- ah…”

You cried out, surprised again as you were rocked by the more intense vibrations. You lurched forward, hissing in a sharp inhale as you lost yourself in the sensations.

He took the vibrator away and gave you a kiss on the cheek as you felt flutters through your body. “Good girl.”

“That’s the best I’ve done so far today.” You said, smiling. “My Daddy good luck is working. I’m gonna have to keep you around.”

“Sure thing.” He said as he replaced the toy to your clit.

You could identify that he had returned it to the lowest setting, but the smile remained on your face. You got ready for the next battle, feeling that giddy rush, it was like winning, but turned up to a hundred. You got a bit wetter as you already started to look forward to your next ten seconds on high.

Your character departed the hot-air-balloon-bus-hybrid and began the descent to the island where the battle had already started between other players. You hit the B button, slowing her from the default, rapid skydiving.

This differed from how you typically started battles. But you wanted a little longer to enjoy the intoxicating sensations currently playing through your body. You pressed yourself down, rocking your hips back-and-forth slowly. You weren’t trying to find that perfect speed to get you off - that would be getting ahead of yourself. You were trying to find your boyfriend’s current level of arousal - how much would you be able to feel through his jeans?

”Mi scusi…” He began in a firm tone as his strong arm wrapped around your waist, tensing and at once halting your movements. “I don’t recall giving you permission to grind on me, little toy.”

You shut your eyes, leaning against him as he squeezed you. “Oh, was I not supposed to do that?”

“Damn right you aren’t supposed to be doing anything like that. You aren’t allowed to come without my permission, you aren’t allowed to do anything without my permission. Right now the only thing you’re supposed to be doing is playing your game, and you’re not even doing that.”

You straightened up. “Yes I am, I totally am.” You found your character treading water out in the open ocean. “This is exactly where I wanted her to land.”

“Uh-huh.” He responded sarcastically. “I hope that you are actually trying…” He kept the wand on your clit as you quickly swam for the beach. “‘Cause I would hate to have to go and get the flogger to inspire you to take my game a bit more seriously.”

You couldn’t help but flinch at the mention of the leather flogger, as an impulse roared awake. You were able to keep the rest of your reaction inside of yourself, appearing to be focused only on the battle royale. But your mind was instantly producing memories of how marvellous it had felt to be punished with the Gucci flogger.

You were aware that this round wasn’t going particularly well. Could your lack of confidence be blamed on his tempting threat? You found a car for your character. The achievement of making it to the top twenty-five flashed up on the screen as you were driving around. Even though you had outlasted the majority of the other players, you weren’t anticipating a win. It didn’t seem likely - you didn’t have any shield protecting your character and your favourite weapons were missing from your inventory.

You started to drive after someone you found running around on the ground. You kept pursuing them, unbothered when they took to shooting you. You hit them once, but it wasn’t enough to kill them. Before you could defeat them, you were facing fire from another direction.

“Okay, I’m going to drive away now…” You said, gritting your teeth.

“How many people are shooting at you right now?”

“Everyone.” You snapped, as the rain of bullets caused your car to deteriorate. “Every single person. Are you laughing?” Your character was thrown into the air when the car exploded. “You are, I am literally about to die and you’re laughing at me.”

Your health bar was compromised as you hit the ground. You readied your weapon and spun around, desperately trying to find the person to kill before they could kill you.

In about a second, it was over. You were defeated, disappearing and you saw your ranking - twenty-second.

“And look at that, now I’m dead. Are you gonna keep laughing at me?” You asked.

“Aw, no, baby. I’ll make it up to you, here, let me make it up to you.” He said, making some adjustments on the wand until you were feeling those more intense pulsations. You bit into your lip, feeling the fire building in your belly. “You see, yeah?” He kissed you on the cheek. “Yeah, do you love me again?”

“Mm-hmm.” You were finding it difficult to keep yourself still, tensing your thighs as you thought about how wonderful it would be to grind your hips. But he stopped, taking the wand away before the idea could get too irresistible. “Always, I’ll always love you.”

“Then why aren’t you winning for me?”

“I’m trying.”

“Not hard enough.” He said, exasperated. “You know what, you’ve lost shirt privileges…”

“Damiano.” You laughed, disbelieving at first. Then he started to follow through, grabbing the bottom of your shirt and lifting it. “What are you doing? You’re a total menace, what-?”

He easily overpowered you and you were soon having the shirt taken off of you. “What? It’s not like this is helping you win.”

You rolled your eyes but kept any further comments to yourself as he tossed the top aside. Your nipples started to firm up as they were exposed. He returned the toy to your clit, with the settings turned down again. You wiped a hand across your face, trying to get your head back into the game.

You were able to secure a couple of kills, doing slightly in the next battle. But you wound up in seventeenth place and you were soon squirming through another ten second burst from the vibrator. Your heart rate picked up when you realised you were feeling the protrusion of his dick.

You had to figure out how to play it cool as he turned the vibrator down. You started a new battle royale, acting as if you hadn’t noticed the boner. Your heart continued to race as you navigated your character around the island, seeking out the best weapons for your inventory.

Embarrassingly, your result barely improved. Sixteenth out of one hundred players, it would be easy to get discouraged at this point. You were starting to doubt if you would be able to show him a single win.

This disappointment melted away when you felt stronger pulsations coming from the device. Instead, you were feeling tension and it seemed like these ten seconds were stretching out. Your lip trembled as the sensitivities inside of you grew - and it was daunting to not know when you would be able to let go, giving into the inevitable climax.

You hadn’t been able to keep track of the time as it passed, but it felt safe to assume that he had already held the toy here for the full ten seconds.

“Damiano…” You gasped, closing your eyes, you didn’t currently have the brain capacity to care about preparing for another round of the game.

“Yes, kitty?” He asked.

Your shoulders slumped as you felt the toy’s strength dialled back again. “I… what if I’m having an off day?” He rested his head on your shoulder. “Those happen, I’m not in stone-cold-killer mode every single time I play. So what if I…” You sighed. “What if we spend hours with me not winning and you’re just edging me over-and-over?” You heard him inhale, but you rushed to speak before he could say a single word. “I’m just sayin’ this ‘cause I don’t think that would be much fun for you. It’s not ‘cause I’m trying to get out of the edging. But you’ve gotta admit, that would get boring for you.”

“Listening to your needy little noises would never bore me.” He said, kissing you on the cheek. “But it’s a good point that you make about cutting our losses and I wouldn’t wanna play this out for too long and risk fatiguing you. New plan- you only have to play one more game. And you don’t have to win, okay? You make top ten and we can fuck. But if you don’t place top ten, I get to torture you for just a little bit longer, just a bit, okay?”

You adjusted your hold on the controller and levelled your gaze at the TV. “Okay, let’s go, I’ll show you how we like to do it in the murder scene.”

You concentrated in, wanting to feel that rush from a victory. While also wanting to show off for him, you craved to hear his praises.

As you started to think more strategically, you stopped noticing that you were naked. You landed in an area that you didn’t have mentally marked as a high traffic zone. You started off the round with a sense of security that allowed you to think clearly. Your character moved around the island slowly, collecting weapons and checking those secret spots that you had committed to memory after so many hours of gameplay. You were channelling your patience, willing to hide in bushes for minutes at a time, watching the number of active opponents dropping off in the top, right-hand corner of the screen.

Confidence came as you managed to secure three kills, feeling excited rather than the frenzy of earlier rounds. He acknowledged each of your murders with an awe-inspired gasp or a whispered compliment, further bolstering your mood.

Perhaps this was leading you to a cocky mindset. The achievement was secured, you had made it to the top ten. You puffed your chest out a little, even if it wasn’t terribly exciting gameplay at present - you were hiding behind a tall boulder.

“I feel like I should be holding my breath.” He said quietly. “Would that help you win?”

“I don’t think so.” You said, keeping yourself alert as the shrinking of the storm circle dictated you move your character out from this shelter. “But if it helps you- you know, adds to the drama of the whole thing for you, then you go right ahead.”

As you were running, you spotted another player ahead of you, headed in the same direction as you. You stopped thinking about finding a new place to hide, instead planning on striking them with the element of surprise. You placed a rifle in your character’s hand, pressing down the button to aim.

Now it was you holding your breath as you started to tap the trigger. You landed one hit, then they spun around and shot back at you. They hit you with a few bullets but you continued your approach. You switched to a shotgun, your consistency remaining, even as your accuracy started to decline. The life was draining out of your health bar and just holding your breath was no longer enough, you had started to grit your teeth.

“Quit that…”

“Is this person really trying to kill you?” He asked. “But can’t they see that you’re gonna kill them first, they-”

“Ah.” The frustration burst out of you, needing to be expressed when you were defeated. You narrowed your eyes as your placement appeared on the screen - sixth. “That absolute motherfucker.”

He had taken the toy away, freeing his hands so that he could applaud you. “You did it, you got top ten.”

“I got greedy, like actually blood-thirsty.” You said, returning to the game’s main menu. “If I had just concentrated on hiding, I could have placed higher. Maybe I could’ve even won, if I’d just ignored that person, or…”

“Hey, sixth place is still really impressive.” He interrupted. “I know that I could literally never do that well. I like seeing you go into full gamer girl mode, you’re so cute when you’re all concentrating like that. And you’re across all of it, you know exactly what’s going on and in a fuckin’ millisecond you know what the best next move is.

“You did great.” He said, giving you a little squeeze. “You’re my sexy killer kitty.”

You smiled as you placed the controller aside. “And I don’t get tortured?”

“Certainly not. In fact, sexy killer kitties get to pick how they get to come.”

You shifted around, turning so that you could put your arm around his shoulders. Your eyes met as he changed how he was holding you around your middle. “Is that so?’

“Uh-huh.” His eyes moved down to your lips as he leaned in, kissing you. “So, how do you wanna come?”

You grinned, fully in favour of savouring your time together in this nature. You reached your fingers up, scratching your nails across his scalp. “Do you know what I really like?” You twirled some of his hair around your finger. “When you pin me up against the wall- any wall, any time, any place. I like how it makes me feel. It reminds me that I’m your little toy and whenever you feel like it, you can just trap me and do whatever you want with me. And we spent so much time in bed while your leg was messed up, but now it’s better and…”

“And we have all of these walls that I could press you up against.”

“So many walls.” You agreed.

“Sure, we can do that.”

You gave him a quick kiss before getting to your feet. “I can’t believe you think my nerdy, gamer side is sexy.”

He shed his shirt before standing up as well, his hands going to the fly of his jeans. “What do I have to do so that you get this- I think every side of you is sexy.” Along with the vibrator, a condom had been slipped into his pocket when he had disappeared, taken out now. “That means your nerdy side, your professional side, your cutesy side, your backside, your side boob.”

“How about my bratty side?” You asked with a grin.

He hesitated from answering as he followed you away from the couch, seeming to consider what to say. “While I don’t want to encourage that kind of behaviour at all… yes, the way that I get to handle that side is very sexy.”

“Hm, interesting.” You said, stepping backwards over to a nearby wall.

He caught up to you, raising both hands so that he could brush your hair away from your face. “But that’s nothing like the side you’re gonna give me right now, is it?” His fingers caressed your cheeks. “‘Cause that would be a little jarring, after you were just being the best-behaved girl in the world. You were so obedient, just letting me play with you exactly how I wanted, no attitude, no complaining.” Your back met the wall and the distance between your bodies was rapidly decreasing. “My perfect kitten.”

“That’s all I wanna be.”

He kissed you, leaning into you so that you were pressed firmly against the wall. You were relieved to have no further distractions, now you could dive solely into your emotions. You didn’t have to ignore anything, you could have big reactions.

You wrapped your arms around his waist, your lips parting to allow his tongue into your mouth. There was already a flutter in your chest with your body at a higher level of sensitivity than usual, still feeling the after-affects of the vibrator.

You felt one of his hands move into your hair, wrapping the strands around his fingers at the back of your head. Once he had a secure grip, he tugged, bringing a hiss from you as your kiss was broken. You tilted your head back and opened your eyes to find he was already looking at you.

He nodded, smiling as he refused to let go of your hair. “Yes, look up at me, kitten. I wanna see that look in your eyes when you feel me fuck into you, that look when you get so excited, but you also get a little dumb. It’s like I can see all the other thoughts leave your brain, until you’ve just got one, desperate little thought left.

“Do you want me to tell you what that last thought is?” He asked, taking his hand out of your hair, so that he could hold it at your hip instead. Your only response was to moan, as his hips rocking forward, resulted in the tip of his cock pressing between your folds. Your swollen clit picked up on this touch immediately and you grinded against him, craving so much more than what he had already given you.

“It’s- fuck my brains out, Daddy.” He said and you smiled breathlessly. “Or am I wrong?”

“No.” You whispered. “Please fuck my brains out, Daddy.”

He looked proud of himself. You endeavoured to keep your eyes open as he slowly pushed into your cunt. Your heart climbed up into your throat and you let the reactions play across your face as naturally as they came. As your pussy stretched around him, you saw that pleased expression on his face grow, going to a new level - he was so proud of himself and this situation he had created.

“Fuck, that little vibrator got this pussy feeling very needy, didn’t it?” He asked, gradually filling you.

When you saw his eyes flutter shut, you let yours do the same, disappearing into the sensation of his entire length being buried into you. You could let the desire consume you.

“Do I still need-... are you gonna tell me when I have permission to come?” You asked as you clung to his shoulders for support.

“No, no I’m not.” He said, resting his forehead against yours. Your eyes flashed open as his words inspired confusion. “Because I know how sensitive you are, oh I know that you’re so sensitive right now. So you don’t have to wait, you come whenever you need to.” He kissed you. “That’s what Daddy wants.”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you.” The relief flooded through you with an intoxicating effect.

It made you so giddy that you forgot to stop talking, your words had to be drowned out by more kisses from him. As his tongue massaged against your own, his dick began to massage your inner-walls. He didn’t discourage you from grinding now, instead allowing you to move your body with his.

You found your breath coming in shallower as you picked up speed, pushing against each of his thrusts. Things only grew more intense when he put his hand to your throat, extending his arm until your head was forced up against the wall.

Instead of lamenting the space between the two of you, you concentrated on where your bodies were connected. You drove into him with just as much effort, rewarded by even more energy from him. One passionate collision followed another, with this frenzied increase adding to the sensitivities that ruled over your body.

He grabbed your leg, just above your knee and lifted, holding it up by his hip. You knew what he wanted and you tried to brace yourself by wrapping this leg around his waist. You tilted your pelvis as you tensed your back.

You were rewarded by hearing him whimper as he faltered for the first time. His balance suffered and he reached a hand out, holding it to the wall as he tried to steady himself.

“Fuck, babygirl.” He groaned, buried so deep within you that the pressure was incredible.

You writhed into him, ready for your g-spot to receive all of the attention it craved. “Fuck my brains out, Daddy.” The sound of skin slapping against skin almost drowned your words out. “Fuck my brains out, fuck my brains- ah, oh, fuck, fff… Daddy, fuck me.”

With a moan, he followed you into this frantic pacing. He drove his dick in between your wildly spasming walls as both of you struggled for breath.

His grip on your neck increased as his head slumped forward. His last thrusts were accompanied by a string of whispered swears as he drove all the way into you, before seemingly forgetting to rock away.

“Oh fuck, oh my God, oh holy… oh my fuckin’ God.” He gasped. “Holy fuck…”

You ran your fingers through his hair, unable to come down from this edge yet.

But he wasn’t about to ease you down. You let out an excited squeak when his hips swung back into motion. With both of his hands on the wall, he rocked his hips into yours, fucking into your g-spot.

He lifted his head enough so that he could place lingering kisses upon your tits. When he sucked your nipple into his mouth, your toes curled and your entire body tensed. Electrical currents ran through your nervous system as his aim allowed him to find that perfect spot again-and-again.

Until it was all too much and you were falling apart, crying out to greet this bliss.

Your body was consumed, flooring you as every expectation was met and all that you could feel was the spectacular release.

You felt like you were floating as you moved over to the couch. Your body went limp just as soon as you had reached the cushions. You could feel the smile on your face as you fought for breath. He laid down on a separate part of the sofa for his own recovery.

“How do you feel?” He asked.

You licked your lips. “I don’t know how you expect me to answer that…”

You felt the sofa dip under his weight as he scrambled to get over closer to you. “Shit, are you alright? I didn’t realise that I choked you that hard, but I didn’t mean-”

“What?” You asked, opening your eyes. “No, you ruined my joke.”

“Joke?” He repeated and you could see the look of concern beginning to leave his face.

“Yeah, I was gonna say that I can’t really answer any questions, ‘cause you fucked my brains out.”

He rolled his eyes. “For scaring me like that, you have to reheat the tea.”

— — —

You had just gotten Damiano’s text message to tell you that he and the others had landed safely in America. Instead of replying immediately, you went over to the couch and picked up the controller of your Nintendo Switch, cueing up a game of Fortnite.

A couple of minutes later, you were taking a photo of the television screen, adding some text to the Snapchat. ‘I forget how to play without you here’. You made sure to keep your ranking uncovered by the text bubble, showing him that you had been beaten by ninety other players.

You got a message back quickly, ‘You’ll have to find something else to do then xxx’

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