Jealously(Damien Darhk x reader)
Request-Hi, can you write Damien Darhk × reader smut, where he is jealous about Malcolm Merlyn? Thankss💗🌸
You entered the elevator with your boyfriend, Damien Darhk, close behind. Recently, the two of you moved in together, and he insisted on living on one of the upper levels.
Three more people entered behind you, each with a different destination. Damien rolled his eyes and mumbled under his breath as they pressed the numbers corresponding with their respective floors.
You lightly nudged him with your elbow, “Behave yourself,” you snickered with a grin.
He smirked at you, crossing his arms and resting against the metal wall. You opted to stand in the center, claiming as much space for yourself as you could.
There are 25 floors to your building, and of course, your apartment was the highest on the list of intended stops.
Malcolm smiled back at you. You tucked your hair behind your ear and returned the innocent, friendly gesture.
A low grumble rolled out from behind you, followed up by a rough hand pulling firmly back on your shoulder. Damien tugged you to his side, wrapping you up in his arm protectively.
You blushed and grinned sheepishly at the flirting stranger.
Piss off Merlyn, Damien thought to himself as he tightened his embrace.
Malcolm got the hint, facing forward and leaving without a word once the elevator reached your floor. Finally, the doors opened up and Damien commenced his grumbling once more.
“Goddamn Katniss just had to get on when we did.” He fished through his pockets hastily, searching for the keys.
“That was pretty unlucky, actually. I hate when it gets crowded like that.”
That’s a strange tone, you thought to yourself, quirking a brow at your grumpy lover.
Damien fiddled with the keys until he found the correct one. Finally successful at opening the door, he gestured for you to go in ahead of him.
The feisty blonde practically shoved you through the entryway, not even bothering to lock the door before setting his Hands on you.
He sets a firey grip on the soft flesh around your hips, digging in with his nails. His lips locked with yours in a fervent kiss, sucking on your tongue and nibbling your lower lip, making your toes curl.
Eager hands relieved you of your clothing, stripping you piece by piece until you’re left only in your underwear.
“Leave those panties on.”
Large, rough hands cupped your breasts, squeezing them tightly… almost painfully. His lips wrapped lightly around your nipples, tongue flicking delicately around the erect nubs.
“Ugh, I love these fat tits.”
You shuddered at the intense sensation of his teeth dragging across them.
“You know I know what you’re doing, right?” he spoke suddenly. Your muscles tensed in response and goosebumps broke across your heated skin.
Blue orbs gazed up at you. “Once we moved in together, you saw me get a little possessive when someone else looked at you. Now you doll yourself up a lot more often,” he smirked, swirling your nipple with his tongue, eyes locked on yours seeking your confession.
You’re completely stunned. His keen observational skills sent a shiver through your spine. He was right, you liked making him want to lay claim to you.
”Fuck,“ a low growl rumbled in his chest as he pulled back from mouthing your breasts. His hungry eyes surveyed your mostly naked body, tracing every curve and coming to rest when you’re eye to eye again.
"You like pissing me off, huh?”
The hair on your neck stood on end.
He walked you back against the wall, imposing in his size and demeanor. He practically loomed over you. Damien reached down and grab your ass with impossible speed, drawing a shriek from you as he lifted you up, wrapping your thighs around his waist before slamming your back into the drywall.
Fuck yes. This is exactly what you wanted.
“I’m not gonna be gentle with you today, Doll,” his eyes darken as that dangerous smirk tugged at his features. Angry teeth find your neck, sinking hard into the tender flesh. Your hips arched forward at the exquisite pain, urging him to grind his muscular stomach against your aching core.
An arrogant chuckle escaped him.
"Remember this feeling next time you think about showing off, slut…”
You moan and pull yourself against him, trying desperately to get some friction for your neglected clit. Damien plants one hand to the right of your shoulder and slides your panties out of the way, groaning softly at what he finds.
“What a naughty girl,” he purred, hot breath fanning over your neck. “These are fucking ruined… feel how wet you are?”
His fingers slid up and down your folds with ease. Palm resting on your pubic mound, he teased your dripping folds with slow strokes of his thumb.
Your eyes rolled back as you let slip a lustful moan, humping in rhythm with the cruel, teasing finger.
“Who’s this cunt belong to?”
Damien’s eyes burned into you, daring you to say anything other than yes.
“Please what, you stuttering little girl?”
He continued denying you the satisfaction of fullness, letting out a string of dirty talk that make you start to beg with purpose.
“Please fill me, Damien, I… can’t stand it!!” your hips moved on their own, humping pathetically against his erection.
Your mind swam, leaving you drifting in a drunken haze.
Finally, he acknowledged your shameless pleading, prodding his long ring and middle fingers into the farthest reaches of your needy heat. His mouth gaped with yours as you gasped in awe at the feeling of being filled.
“Yeahhhhh,” he seethed through clenched teeth, “that’s my girl.”
His fingers continued to plunge and twist, calloused thumb sliding up to greet your swollen clit. You writhe and squirm, almost thrown over the edge by his dominance and skillful matriculations.
“Yeah baby, say my name. Let that shitty Archer hear you through the fucking floor.”
Your hips circled and your ass dipped back, trying to retreat from the rising, burning ache building between your legs.
He pressed his right shoulder into yours while his left hand continued to fuck and fill you.
“No, no y/n Doll, you don’t get to squirm away. You’re gonna cum for Daddy.”
Panting breaths breezed over your skin and his tongue slid up your neck, sending your eyes rolling back in your head.
Moans turned to screams as Damien refuses to let you avoid release. He always gets what he wants.
“Not a chance,” he growled. Faster than you can think, your pussy is abandoned as he repositions your legs over his strong shoulders. He pinned your protesting hands to the wall, ravenous ruby hues boring into you. “Stop being a fucking brat and cum on my tongue.”
The plunging, twisting and rubbing of his fingers resumed as he continued fucking you with his fingers. Your legs start to tremble as you reach you speed towards release.
“There you go, that’s what I fucking want.” When his tongue met your clit, you came undone. He lashed and lapped at it, sucking and nibbling in perfect procession. When he feels your orgasm begin, he flicks the warm, pink muscle at a steady pace around the swollen bud to ride your through it.
“DAMIEN!! " you cried out for him as your walls clung to his digits, pulsing hard around his knuckles. Being the perfect lover he is, he slowed his movements as the intense orgasm ripped through your trembling frame.
You’re left panting and breathless, completely drained by the experience.
“Remember who you belong to now?” came his husky voice, soft kisses peppered up your sweat-covered neck.
“Good. Now it’s my turn.”
Your legs fell back around his waist while you half-struggled against his powerful grip. He carried you to your shared bedroom, one palm releasing you as he blasts the door open with his Magic.
He tossed you unceremoniously on the bed, yanking you towards him with your legs.
This time he properly removes your panties, crumpling them into a ball before letting your legs fall back down to the mattress.
“Get on your hands and knees.”
You complied, quickly getting on all fours and facing the headboard, looking back at him with innocent curiousity.
“You know what… Give me your hands.”
You lay your cheek on the pillow and offer your wrists to him, he roughly captured them with one hand.
“Can’t have you running away now…”
A soft crackling sound came from behind you, but you’re unable to turn and find the source with his painful grip keeping you locked in place.
“AH,” you cried out as a brutal sting greets your bare ass. He inhaled sharply, letting out a dark chuckle as his cock twitched at your response.
Another snaping pop filled the air as he spanks you again, lightly activating his Magic at just the right time to add an extra sting.
You moaned shamelessly, floating in the rush of endorphins.
“Little pain slut.” He repeats the motion, and this time, you lean into it, groaning like a bitch in heat. You can hear him smirking through the satisfied grunts that accompany each slap.
He’s getting off on his own Magic. That narcissistic bastard.
You whipped your head around and challenged him, “If you love yourself so much, should I leave you to your hand?”
His eyes widened, completely stunned by the audacity. Your defiant remark only further electrifies him; he needs to put you in your place.
That twisted grin you’d seen so many times before spread across his face once more. Hands work hastily to work off burdensome clothing, cock springing to life as it’s freed from its restraints.
“Why the fuck…” -he shoved your head into the pillow, forcing your ass higher up in the air, “would I use my hand…” -you feel his cock prodding your soaked entrance- “when I have this?”
He filled you in one hard thrust. He fisted your hair aggresively, pulling you back to make you fuck yourself with his cock.
“Not so fucking cocky now, ARE YOU!?” his hips hammered into you and the sound of skin on skin filled the room.
Your teeth dig into the pillow as you moan and scream his name. His thick cock hitting every spot you love, and then some.
Satisfying grunts and sighs fill the air and you lose yourself in the ecstasy of his rough, demanding thrusts. Each one meant to remind you that you, belong to him. No one but him touches his girl.
“Fuck (y/n) doll, you’re so damn tight,” he grunted, biting his lip as he watched the way his cock glistened from your arousal. Hips snap into you forcefully and you swear he might break you from how rough he’s being.
"Do you want my cum in that cute cunt, babygirl?”
You noded with a whimper, dying for the reward of being filled with his seed.
“Speak up, I can’t -fuck- hear you.”
“Yes Sir!” you cried out, backing your hips into him as you begged.
Almost on cue, you felt his girth it throb within you. Movements ceased as he held himself deep, drunk on the feeling of your velvety walls milking his cock inside you.
“Mmmm, Damien...” you cooed, feeling accomplished and satisfied, warmth spreading through your core.
“Squeeze tight… don’t let any spill out,” he huffed, pulling himself from you carefully.
Despite following his instructions, you felt the hot liquid trickle down your thighs. He laughed and scratched his head in understanding.
“Well, guess it can’t be helped. I fucking unloaded on you.”
You sighed and giggled as you flipped onto your back, enjoying the pleasant headspace.
The sound of the sink running drifts to your ears and you hear him cleaning up. He returned with wipes and towels to help make you halfway presentable before joining you in bed.
“Good job baby.” he leaned in to give you a soft peck on the lips and brush your cheek with his knuckles.
You nuzzled him briefly before moving to get out of the bed, but he holds your arm to prevent your exit.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“Lay your ass back down.”
you did as you were told and soon hear him digging in the nightstand before producing a bottle of water.
“What,” you giggled, “you just have that in there?”
“Damn right I do. When we get settled I’m getting a mini-fridge for right here too. You aren’t moving a muscle after I work you over like that. Not till I get you down.”
You blushed and open the bottle, taking a few quick gulps. You settled back again and tried to lay on his chest.
“Eh, We'll Cuddle in a minute” Damien grumbled, sounding annoyed. “Lift up.”
You pick up your head and lay it on the pillow instead of his chest, feeling a little sad at the loss of contact. Again the sound of rummaging came from the nightstand. This time he produced a large tube of something.
“What the hell? No way are we doing that right now!”
He rolled his eyes, “It’s not lube dumbass, roll over!”
You reluctantly complied, peeking behind yourself to make sure he wasn’t being sneaky.
The bottle opened with a pop and he squirts some of the clear substance into his hand before clicking the cap shut. A pleasant coolness soothed your backside.
“Ooo, that’s nice,” you purred, muscles relaxing at his attentions.
“Mhm. I can’t believe I almost forgot that. I’d have been pissed. If you don’t let me do this you’ll be sore tomorrow, so sit still Doll.”
you wiggled your butt defiantly and saw him grin a little.
"I didn't Go to Rough Did I Baby?"
"No, but you are pretty Jealous of Malcolm"
"Shut up, Archerys lame."
