`✦ ˑ ִֶDAMIEN 𓂃⊹

Damien was already dating someone, and he was still messing around with you. He would’ve broke up with Monica along time ago, but Monica was filthy rich. He just wanted the money.

You knew about this from the start, which you didn’t like at first. Though, as he made a deal to give you a few bands every now and then, you didn’t mind as much as you did before.

Besides, you already knew he preferred you a lot more than Monica. He showed it everyday he snuck over to your house.

Like today. It was late in the night, and since Monica did the night shift, Damien took the opportunity to sneak into your room through your window.

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Damien runs his hand over your bare waist, your curves fitting in his palm perfectly. He brings his fan upwards, his breath fanning against your lips. His eyes drifted downwards, as he could already feel your heat.

His erection was just about to slip into your wetness, his hands guiding open your legs. However, you pressed your hand to his chest, a gesture for him to stop.

His eyes met yours, and as he heard; “what about Monica?” leave your lips, he sighed heavily, rolling his eyes.

“Shit, mama, why you bringin’ this up now?” He huffed, annoyance evident in his tone.