a readers wonderland

“damian…”

you nudge him for what felt like the millionth time. it’s just past two o’clock in the morning and while your boyfriend is usually a light sleeper (keeping an eye out for your safety even while sleeping), he’s out cold tonight. it almost makes you feel bad for why you’re trying to wake him up. the sun isn’t even out yet, but you can’t help the burning heat that has settled between your legs.

you groan a little when he doesn’t wake up, squeezing your thighs together for any sort of friction that will help rub against your most sensitive parts. a tiny whine escapes between your clenched teeth, but only relieving a fraction of your horniness.

damian’s body turns around to lay on his back and he brings his hands up to rub his eyes. he blinks up at you, who’s practically leaning over his body while holding yourself up on your elbows.

“y/n?”

you bite your lip when the sound of his scruffy sleep voice makes its way to your ears. another sound close to a whine climbs out of your throat.

“i’m so sorry, dami. i really am.”

blinking slowly, he looks around confused, trying to search for any signs of what you might be apologizing for. “what…?”

“i think it’s because of that movie we watched before bed. you know, the one with the sex scene? god, i don’t know, but i just… i can’t-”

you’re speaking so fast that damian has to force himself fully awake to even make out what you’re saying. he flops back down on his back, while you’re still rambling, once he realizes that there’s nothing seriously wrong. just the fact that you're extremely horny and almost on the verge of humping his leg like a dog.

“dami, please. please. i’ll be so good, i promise. i’ll go back to sleep right after, you’ll see.”

he lets out a sigh, one you know he doesn’t mean, before rolling over on top of you, silencing your rambling. his forearms plant themselves in the bedding right by your head. now hovering over your body, he connects your lips together and you think you might cum just from his hungry kiss as your tongues press into one another.

reaching down, he slowly tugs down your loose, silky pajama shorts. a groan from deep within his chest breaks free at the realization that you aren’t wearing any underwear underneath. two of his long fingers run through your wet folds. he hisses through his teeth at the feeling of your warmth that welcomes him eagerly.

your grip on his large biceps tighten when you feel him start to rub your clit gently. you whimper into his mouth with consuming bliss, and you whine when he pulls his fingers away. hooking his hands onto the back of your thighs, he pushes them up softly to your chest, expecting you to keep them positioned there while he starts to pull down his boxers. two thumbs tuck under the band of his boxers and he quickly shoves the front part down to expose his hard cock.

unable to control yourself, you wrap your legs around his hip and tug him towards your open cunt. you circle your arms around his neck and lift your upper body to connect your lips again. he lets out another groan and he moves his body forward, making your back meet the mattress again slowly. his cock slides into you inch by inch the closer he gets to pressing your chests together. by the time he’s fully inside, your breasts are painfully squished by his pecs and his forearms are back to resting by your head.

his hips start rolling into yours, painfully slow, and you feel your toes starting to go numb. you think he’s doing it on purpose, moving agonizingly slow just to punish you for disturbing his peaceful sleep. but, my god, it feels good. that slow, pulsing drag of his veiny cock along your fluttering walls is still enough to make it feel like he’s fucking a hole through you. he finishes every rolling thrust with a hard shove upward into your cervix and you swear you feel him all the way up in your throat.

“i’m sorry for waking you,” you say, rushing through desperate whines. truly, you were sorry. you know he never gets a proper amount of sleep and the fact that you woke him up just to fuck you made you feel bad.

“god, fuck, i’m not,” he says, groaning as he pushes himself deeper into your cunt.

you choke back a sob so as to not be so unnecessarily loud this early in the morning, covering your mouth with the back of your hand. your eyes flutter shut and you hear him tsk before pulling your hand away and pinning it beside your head.

“none of that,” he warns. damian cups the side of your face with his warm hand and slides his thumb into your mouth to keep it open. his own makeshift way to ensure he can hear your moans and whimpers.

“oh, damian,” you mewl, head shooting back against the pillow as he hits the deepest parts of you continuously.

his other hand squeezes at your hip, hiking your leg further up his waist, and drives into you harder. his pace is still set in that slow, romantic rhythm but his hips are determined to snap at just the right angle to get you to the edge of release. pulling his thumb out of your mouth, slick with your saliva, he brings it down to rub tight circles on your clit.

clawing at the sheets, you bend your back into a nasty arch that ignites something feral in his chest. damian rests a forearm horizontally right above your head and bruises your lips with his own. it’s a filthy kiss. one that would have a grade A pornstar clutching their pearls. teeth biting tongues, and he drinks up every sound you make like it’s an aged wine brewed just for his tastes.

“i’m gonna… i’m cumming,” you whine into his mouth.

your arms wrap around his neck, reaching up to tangle in his hair. damian snakes his hand to the back of your head and lightly takes a fistful of hair to pull your lips apart. he tilts your head back to give him a perfectly clear view of your fucked out face. your brows scrunch together and you're practically cross-eyed, and it makes his cock throb in your warm cunt.

“nasty girl,” he grunts, and his abs get tight as he rocks his hips a couple more times to chase his release.

he hisses when he cums, putting all his body weight onto your trembling body. you welcome him by locking your legs around his hips and digging your nails into his shoulders. you press lazy kisses onto the side of his face before he turns his head to interlock your lips together once more. it’s slow this time as he caresses your waist. he kisses your cheek and lets his nose drag along it as he whispers in your ear.

“you gonna let me give you another one?” his voice is groggy and sleepy, but he smiles against your cheek when he hears you giggle. he hoists you up into his arms and lowers you down into his lap. his hands grip your hips and he begins grinding up onto you, ready to postpone your sleep like you did to him.