please do a smut where damons insecure and reader is trying to convince him he shouldn’t be.. i got the idea in my head it sounds quite FUN
pairing: 90s!damon albarn x black!fem!reader.
content: drabble.... smut. some sub!damon. top!reader. im going through insane writers block guys💔
You suck dark marks into the pale skin of Damon’s neck, allowing you to hear his groans loudly in your ear. You and he had been up for a while—Damon longer, as you woke up long after him. You found him lying on his back, staring at the ceiling. Damon usually woke up before you, but he would be out of bed, making breakfast or tea to wake you up with. So, when he wasn’t, you assumed something must be wrong—he’d also been facing harsh anxiety from the constant pressure to be perfect in front of everybody else; to keep producing music that people actually liked.
It pained you to see him so insecure. Especially when he didn’t need to be, so you had to show him how great he really was, which left you bouncing on his dick, which kisses a sensitive spot that makes your toes curl on top of him. His hands knead your ass and try to speed your lace, but you remain steady—except for the way his hips jerked upward into your pussy to press deeper. Your gummy walls squeeze him each time, making him moan from the sensation.
“You feel so good, baby,” you whisper in his ear. “You’re gonna make me cum again.”
He nods and hums faintly, his head leaned into the pillows, eyes squinted. You’re sure he barely heard you. “You’re so pretty like this, y’know that. So, so perfect.” Your hips slam against his after every word to gain a whimper from him.
His arms slide around your waist to keep you against him, allowing you to roll your hips while being stuffed with his dick inside you. Your stomach tenses with your impending orgasm, pace growing more tentative to chase the high.
You sit up to plant your hands on his sweaty chest. “Gonna cum for me, baby?”
His eyes peek open to peer at you, the way your curls fall over your face; they fall to your breasts to watch the way they bounce with your body, and finally, to the area where you meet. His hand slides to the front to circle your puffy clit. Your moans in his ear make him twitch, bucking into your cunt. “I’m gonna cum, please. I wanna cum,” he whines with a shaky voice.
Your walls clamp around him as you grow tense. You lean your head back with your mouth fallen open for a silent moan. Damon watches through his glassy eyes, hands sliding to your shaking thighs to keep you rocking on his dick.
You breathe unevenly as you relax, a dull ache forming in your lower body out of overstimulation and the burn of riding him. “Go ahead n’ cum, baby. Do it for me. So perfect; you deserve it.”
You bounce on him haphazardly and watch his face contort as he starts to grow taut, hands sliding to your hips, gripping the fat to push you onto his dick as his cum pumps into you with a strangled grunt. You bend to capture his lips in a delicate kiss. His lips are soft; he tastes like toothpaste from before he went to sleep last night. Your thumb glides along his cheekbone, soothing his morning anxiety, which had long gone, as you pull away, and his head lifts to chase your lips.
“Want me to make some tea?” You mutter.
“I don’t know if I can get up now,” he groans; you roll your eyes, and he laughs.
