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Damian has let his wife submit to him once.
While they were intimate, Damian usually let F/N take control; he loved nothing more than his wife using him.
Tonight, however, F/N brought up a new idea.
The couple were laying in bed together, wrapped up in silk sheets with the wafting smell of jasmine in the air.
"You're so beautiful," Damian repeated softly, kissing F/N's face gently and holding one side of her face with his hand. He was propped up on one arm on the bed, slightly leaned over F/N.
F/N smiled gently at the feeling of him kissing her, "You know… I have an idea for tonight," F/N said in a slightly teasing tone.
Damian hummed in acknowledgement, still kissing her face.
"I'd really like for you to be a bit more dominant tonight," she asked, "please, my love."
Damian moved away from her face for a moment, a small surprised look on his face. "Oh? Why now?" Damian asked quietly, hand still holding her face.
She was so warm.
"I just wanted to know what it was like, I feel like you're always letting me take control, but tonight I want you to have me," F/N explained, hand moving up to cover his.
The man hummed for a moment before nodding, "If that's what you want, qalbi, I shall do what you request," he replied.
He would have normally denied the request, but tonight was different - it was their wedding anniversary. He wanted to give it to her. He would give her the moon if she asked.
Damian moved himself, legs spread on either side of F/N's body as his hands stayed on the bed. "You're so beautiful," Damian sighed out. He leaned down again and kissed her lips, thumb and index finger holding her chin.
F/N reciprocated the kiss, opening her mouth up for him as he slid his tongue inside.
Her heart was fluttering now, she was excited to see what Damian was like when he led.
The man savoured the taste of her mouth - she tasted like the chocolate cake they before, just after dinner.
Damian moved away from the kiss, his lips led their way to her jaw, kissing a trail down to her neck and then her collarbone. He sucked small kisses and bites across it, marking her with small bruises.
"You're too good," Damian mumbled, hands crawling underneath her camisole dress that he picked out for her, "I wish I could relive every moment with you forever; my love for you is never ending,"
F/N felt like she was going to die with every poetic confession he told her.
Damian's fingers teased over her underwear as he slid the camisole up, moving away from her slightly so that he could take the piece of clothing off of her.
He felt so hard.
So dangerously hard.
He keeps telling himself that he'll never be more turned on, but every time they fuck he tells himself the same thing.
"My wife," Damian whispered, his mouth kissing her chest, lips teasing their way to her nipple. His lips suckled on the pert nipple gently, eyes closed as he indulged in the feeling of her skin and the sound of her whimpers.
It was a sound he didn't hear often, but fuck was it addicting.
"You like that?" Damian asked as he switched to the over nipple.
"Oh- Oh God, yeah, it feels really good, babe," F/N groaned out, hands holding his head lightly, fingertips rubbing the top of his head.
Damian indulged in the praise and kissed his way down to her underwear - he could smell her arousal, and it was making him more excited.
"Quddira lanaʾan nakuna sawiyan," Damian whispered as he pulled down F/N's underwear and onto the floor. He was staring intensely, using a finger to spread her cunt open slightly.
Her brain was starting to feel overloaded already with each touch of Damian's fingers and the confessions he spoke.
Damian's closed his eyes again and licked a long stripe from F/N's cunt and up to her clit. "Damian!" F/N cried out, hands gripping the pillow that was next to her head.
The man hummed and pressed sloppy kisses to her cunt. His tongue lolled out his mouth as he started to lick her sensually.
"A- Ahh fuck," F/N cried out, "feels really good, Dami," she sobbed out, grinding herself on his mouth. He let out a small moan - he loved her using him.
His hands reached up and grabbed F/N's tits, grabbing them gently and groping them as his mouth continued to move on her.
F/N's moans grew louder at the pleasurable sensation.
Damian was always meticulous about how he ate out F/N - he always ensured maximum pleasure. "Sho good," Damian whined out, cock rutting against the bed.
He could have cum right there and then, but he wanted to save his cum for her. The man moved his mouth away and sucked wet kisses across her thighs.
"Whyyy? Damian, it felt so good," F/N sobbed out, looking down at Damian with a sort of pissed expression. He sat up in the bed and brought her leg up to kiss her knee.
"I'll save your orgasm for when I'm buried nicely in you," Damian responded, shooting her a small smirk, keeping eye contact with her as he slowly pulled down him pants and boxers down.
F/N was obsessed with Damian's cock.
She could ride him for hours and she would never get enough of the sensation of his thick cock.
"I need it," F/N begged, spreading her legs for him.
"Uh uh, qalbi - you gotta beg for it tonight," Damian teased, propping himself between her.
F/N whined out, looking up at Damian with pleading eyes. "Please, Damian… Please please please can you fuck me?" She begged.
The man's breath hitched at her pleading - Damian's barely heard her beg before as he would always do what she wanted.
"You beg so beautifully, F/N," Damian choked out as he pushed his cock in her.
The couple let out small groans as he bottom out in her.
"That okay?" Damian asked, rubbing F/N's thigh gently. The woman nodded.
"Please fuck me, Dami - I really need you."
Damian complied with her request and held her thighs, slowly thrusting in her.
F/N gripped onto the headboard behind her, already feeling overwhelmed. "Yeah? Feel good?" Damian asked in a condescending tone.
She didn't even know what to say.
Her thoughts were slowly becoming lost in her mind as Damian's thrusts grew meaner.
Damian could tell that she was going to cum, she had that same look where her eyes would squeeze shut and her whole body tense up.
"Hhhah," Damian shuddered out, "this is so good… I- I would do this again if you would allow me."
"Fuck Damian! Sh- Shut up and just fuck me please! Please it feels so good!"
He complied with her request and pushed further in her at an angle. "My gorgeous wife," he groaned, "gonna cum in you so much - you're perfect."
Damian grabbed F/N's left hand, holding it up to his mouth and kissing her wedding ring. "I- I just know we're together in every universe, F/N - tuqburnii."
F/N squeezed against cock tightly, his sweet words swimming through her mind as she felt herself cum.
Damian could feel it - F/N pulsating around him as she came over him.
He was pushed to the edge too, holding F/N's hand to his face as he thrusted hard in her as he spilt his warm cum in her.
"Oh, I love you, I love you so much my wife," Damian moaned out as he planted one last kiss on her wet lips.
Damian stayed on top of F/N for a while, face now buried in her neck as he held her close.
F/N held him close to her, hands running through his hair as they stayed entangled in their limbs and sheets.
"You okay?" F/N asked quietly as she continued the soothing motion.
Damian hummed softly, moving out of F/N. "Let me clean you up," Damian pleaded as he walked to their ensuite.
He came back with a warm, wet flannel and cleaned up her body. "That… That was nice," F/N confessed with a small giggle.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah… but I know you love me better on you."
Damian sighed at her words as he joined F/N, who was now underneath their sheets.
"I just love making my wife feel good, that's all," he mumbled, holding her face again and pressing his lips to hers.