((Thought of something small to interact with.))
Damien had felt uneasy, being mayor left open dangers and threats, he felt like there was eyes watching him in his own office and everywhere. his sister had suggested just talking to someone that could help or figure it out, That's why he was here at the detectives office, maybe it was silly but at the same time better to do it before something actually happened right?
He walked in to the room, small guilt there for probably wasting time, "hello i need to report something... "
@the-mayor-himself
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It’s been a surprisingly busy day for Enzo, way more new cases than he’s ever had. All solved just as quickly as usual though. So now he’s just in his office reading a book, just in case something happens.
“Hm? Oh, hello. ‘Course, have a seat.” He gestures to the chair across from him, setting his book down on the desk.
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Let me take care of you - Damien x GN!Reader
Frostbite finally wrote smut again! Damien is a sub, I make the rules.
Content warnings: restraint, begging, a tiny bit of edging
Words: ~750
Damien was always a hardworking and caring individual. He took his job as mayor very seriously. You scolded him more than a few times for taking work home with him. He’d sit in his office and work on paperwork until ungodly hours of the night. On nights like that you’d have to bribe him into sleeping. A naughty thought crossed your mind. Mr. Mayor needed to stop taking care of the city for a little while and get taken care of himself.
You strolled into his home office to see him hunched over the desk, pen in hand. “Darling, don’t you think it’s time you took a break? You seem tense.”
“The paperwork-”
“Will be there tomorrow. It won’t sprout legs and wander away if you stop for the night.”
He opened his mouth to protest, but closed it again moments later. He cleared his throat, “I have been rather tense recently. I suppose the pressure of trying to get re-elected is getting to me.”
“I can help,” You smiled warmly as you turned his chair towards you. He made a small sound as your lips connected. You placed a hand on his inner thigh to gauge his reaction. The high pitched whine that passed his lips told you everything you needed to know. “Someone’s pent up,” you teased lightly.
“Yes, well,” He cleared his throat again. “I have been busy lately. We can take this to the bedroom-”
“Nope. I want you right here.” You met his eyes, noting the way his pupils were already blown wide. You palmed at his bulge, watching his eyes flutter closed as he sighed. “This is about you, so do you think you can be good for me and just relax? Let me take care of you.”
“Yes, oh god, yes.” He was melting into the chair.
He was already leaking precum when you unbuttoned his pants. You wrapped your hand around him, listening to the way his breath shook as you stroked. He grabbed at your shoulder to pull you close enough to kiss.
You stopped your hand.
“Ah ah ah,” You looked at the way he panted already. “You said you’d be good and relax. That means hands off. Do I need to tie your hands?” You teased.
He swallowed. His eyes flashed between your lips and your hand around his cock, still unmoving. “I…” he sighed. “Please…”
“Please what, Damien? What do you need?”
“I want you to tie my hands. Please, I need to give up control and let you make me feel good. I need it so much.”
You stepped away for a moment, coming back with a silk scarf. You held it up for him to inspect. He nodded, shifting in the chair. You stepped behind him, wrapping the scarf around his wrists. He moaned as you finished tightening the knot. “You know, you look pretty cute like this. All flushed and leaking, breathless for me,” You whispered in his ear.
He laid his head back with a low moan. “You are going to be the death of me,” he panted.
“And what a way to go, don’t you think?” You giggled.
He jumped when you wrapped your hand around his cock again. You started at a slow pace, letting him buck up into your hand. Your other hand worked his shirt open, fingers gliding over the heated skin of his chest. He arched into your touch as best he could with the restraints.
“Ah! Darling, oh please sweetheart don’t stop. It feels so good. I- I, I’m gonna-!”
You stopped your hand.
He sobbed, desperate to finish. His eyes were pleading with pupils blown wide. “D-darling why did you stop? I’m so fucking pent up, please, I’ll do anything just let me cum! Y-you feel how much I’m twitching. I’m desperate. Please please please keep going- aah!”
A long moan broke his begging as you began stroking again. He bucked his hips desperately into your hand, chasing his release. He was babbling and panting without regard to the reserved act he puts on. This is what he needed, to let go.
“Fuck, fuck please, I’m so- I’m so close. Darling, please don’t stop.” Tears of desperation pricked at the corners of his eyes. “Oh god please, I’m so pent up, I need this.” His whimpers and whines grew quicker and higher in pitch.
He came with a cry, nearly doubling over as he painted your hand and his stomach with white. His head fell back, “Thank you, I really needed that.”
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