Relationship : Dami x Reader

Categorie(s) : Slight Angst, Smut

Tags : slight dom/sub, dom Dami, sub reader, comfort, praise kink, fingering

Word count : 3405

Summary : Dami is getting worried about her girlfriend, the reader, and decides to directly check on her.

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You were exhausted from your day, exhausted from your week.

You'd been working relentlessly since the beginning of the month, barely resting. This hectic pace soon became too much for you, and maybe you weren't strong enough to handle it all.
In addition to the files you had to hand in to the company with which you had been affiliated since the start of the year, you were trying to spend a large part of your free time volunteering with an association that helps families in precarious situations. Because of this busy schedule, you hadn't been able to rest for almost a month. And you weren't sure you'd be able to keep up this pace much longer. You couldn't even remember the last time you'd slept more than six hours in a row.

Still, time went by and you didn't even move. You'd been glued to your chair all evening and hadn't even taken the time to eat properly. Your gaze was fixed on your laptop screen, illuminated only by a street lamp that stood, flickering but proud, next to your window. You were surprised it was still working, considering how old it was. Your glasses were resting on your nose, and your fingers were typing rapidly on the keys of your keyboard. You'd been asked to turn in a file of at least twenty pages by the end of the month, and you were working almost all day long.

By this time, Friday evening would soon give way to Saturday, but it didn't seem as attractive as usual. In fact, every Saturday evening was a communal meal with the families and volunteers, robbing you several hours of your time.

You sighed and fell back in your chair. You closed your eyes and could have fallen asleep if the light from your screen hadn't been so harsh on your eyes.

Suddenly, your attention was diverted by three sharp knocks. Someone was knocking on your apartment door. Weary but curious to know who could be coming to see you at this hour, you stood up. Slow footsteps came one after the other as you finally reached your door.

You lowered the handle without even looking to see who had disturbed your fruitless work session. However, the familiar face reassured you. "Dami?" you asked. "What are you doing here?"

"My dear girlfriend hasn't answered any of my messages all day, so I thought of coming to see her." Her tone was far from accusatory; she wasn't angry with you. However, you winced when you realized that you hadn't been paying attention to your phone and hadn't even thought about her.

"I'm...I'm sorry, I was busy, I..."

"Are you eating enough?" Entering your apartment, Dami closed the door behind her and remained serious. Since the beginning of your relationship, she'd gotten to know you and was used to you locking yourself away in your work, easily putting a lot of pressure on yourself.
Once, you didn't go out for a week, and didn't eat for more than twenty-four hours. Back then, she didn't know yet how hard-working and perfectionist you were, and had panicked before almost destroying your door when she'd gone beyond the limits of her patience. In fact, she had felt guilty for not having acted sooner, and had redeemed herself by making you personal breakfasts for an entire week. Without you even asking, Dami had also slept with you every night for over ten days.

With her observant eyes, she analyzed every unusual feature in your apartment. She saw the open packet of potato chips you had left on your sofa this morning as you nibbled and the leftover maki you had ordered for your dinner and barely eaten. She also noticed a sweater you had left on the floor when you got too hot, without ever bothering to pick it up.

Without you having to answer Dami's question, she guessed by herself. She sighed but smiled sadly at you. Getting an arm around your shoulders, and facing your completely untidy living room, she laid her cheek against your hair. You were almost the same height, but your girlfriend was still a few inches taller than you.

"I should have come sooner." She faced you, wrapping her big, slender hands around your cheeks, before saying with a sincere look, "You should take care of yourself, treasure."

You closed your eyes to enjoy the sensation of her skin against yours, which you'd absolutely put out of your mind for the past few days.

"You haven't eaten, have you?" You shook your head, and hunger returned to make your empty stomach vibrate. "We'll start with that."

You opened your eyes and headed for the abandoned meal. She settled you into a chair and pulled another close to you to sit at your side. "I want you to eat at least half of it, okay?" You nodded.

After grabbing some chopsticks, she wedged half the makis in, one by one, and brought them to your mouth. But Dami gave you time to chew each one thoroughly. Her eyes never left you for a moment, and the gentleness they conveyed was obvious.

Once you had eaten enough, you signaled that you were no longer hungry. You watched her quickly tidy up your apartment before coming back to see you.

"Now, it's time for a shower."

Your wet hair fell to your shoulders as you dressed in your pajamas.
Coming back to your bedroom, you saw Dami patiently waiting for you, simply sitting on your bed. She suddenly stood up when she saw you enter the room and came towards you. "Everything's fine," you reassured her, "don't worry."

"I'm scared every time you act like this. I'm always afraid of finding you without having eaten or slept. Your health matters to me. But it should especially matter to you. You're the first person who should be looking after yourself. You push yourself too hard, and I often find you overworked. It's not good for you." She put her slender arms around your back, embracing you gently.

"It hurts me to see you like this," Dami resumed. "I'd much rather see you smile and laugh. Still, to see you so generous, and taking your time to help others...it's a part of you, and I admire you for it. I'm personally more the type to stay with a small circle of people without really paying attention to the others. But you're always ready to help anyone, with pure kindness every time. I see you do it sometimes, and when I do, I always remember how lucky I am to have someone like you by my side. I'm so, so proud of you. I love you with all my heart, but it gets torn apart when I see you neglecting yourself so much."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you heard her speak to you like that. Her voice threatened to break as she spoke. You decided to hold her close, wishing you'd never let go. You smiled against her shoulder and buried your head against her neck. "Are you busy this weekend?" she asked.

"I won't be free tomorrow night," you told her.

"You're only mine until then. You won't be able to get away or do anything else. This weekend, we'll take good care of you, my darling."

You both laid down on your bed. In search of attention, you shyly placed your fingers on her temple, almost on her cheek, while you delicately picked up her lips. Your other hand sought her neck and held on tightly, as if you feared you might lose her.

You moved your body closer to hers, feeling her breasts against yours, as her tongue gently welcomed your kiss. Dami wrapped both her arms around your waist, above your butt, caressing it slowly.

What began as a goodnight kiss turned into so much more as desire crackled inside you. Attached to Dami, you felt heat rise to your cheeks and your legs twitch. Your hips moved with an impatience that reflected your new intentions.

Panting, Dami broke the kiss to speak to you. "I really want you to take care of yourself, you know. But if you like...I can help you with that. I'll be all the more proud to be the person who helps you relax and unwind."

You clearly understood the implicit speech behind her words. "Yes, please."

It took only this permission for her slender hands to reach under your shirt. Her long fingers slid over the skin of your back, gradually working their way up. As for her mouth, it moved too: it kissed your jaw, then went down to your neck. Leaving wet traces on your skin, Dami didn't hesitate to linger on the areas of your body she knew to be clearly sensitive. Your breathing went crazy, as you were no longer used to being touched in this way. This moment helped you understand how much you had missed it.

The touch of her skin on yours was enough to set you on fire and make you pleased.
Her palms were now on your breasts, which they passionately caressed. You shivered, and your nipples got trapped between her fingertips. Your hand resting on the back of her neck allowed you to lift her head so that you could kiss her. You took possession of her lips languorously, striving to share all the love you could with her through the wild dance of your tongues.

Dami was touching your body and your head almost spun. Perhaps it was the accumulation of stress and fatigue that made you so sensitive, but that didn't stop you from feeling dizzy. Gradually, her lovely hands took the opposite path and began to move down your belly. No part of your body was left untouched. Her fingers traced the curve of your hips through the fabric and slid back, caressing your butt too.

It was as if she was discovering your body for the first time, even though she knew it by heart. Her love for you seemed to be the only explanation for this long, affectionate journey.

You could feel yourself growing impatient as her hands brushed your thighs. You left her mouth, breathless, in order to focus your full attention on the sensations Dami was making. She took the opportunity to put her lips on your neck again.

Tired of touching you without being able to see you, she grabbed the fabric of your top and pulled it up. To help her, you picked it up yourself and removed it entirely, dropping it behind you. A huge smile came to her lips when she saw you like this.

"Wow...," she breathed before giggling.

You blushed at her remark, feeling exposed, and yet so safe.
This time, Dami kissed your shoulders and then moved down, leaving no patch of skin untouched by her mouth.

Despite the gentleness of her gestures, your desire only increased, making it difficult to wait. Your legs were still squirming and your hands were getting lost on your girlfriend's back. "Shhhh," she calmed you. "I want to take care of you, be patient."

"You'd take very good care of me if you fucked me right now!" you answered back, falsely furious.

She laughed before bringing her half-open lips to your ear and whispering there with a mischievous smile, "So desperate..."

Your fingers tightened around her back and your nails dug in with surprise. You heard her giggle as her words made you panic, bringing a pinkish color to your cheeks.
Dami then put her tongue on your breasts, grazing them, leaving behind it a definite blaze. She clutched your sides with both hands, to hold you, or to have you, marking in this case a certain possessiveness.

Slight moans escaped you from time to time, expressing the pleasure her mouth gave you around your nipples.
Her gaze locked on your face for a moment, and the sight was incredibly arousing. Seeing her like this made you smile, and you couldn't help but bite your lip. One of your hands went up and your fingers got lost in her long bleached hair.

Eventually, she let her hands wander lower, caressing your belly, hesitating at the fabric blocking her from exploring even lower. Fuck, you didn't think you'd ever wanted her so much.

"Do it." Dami pulled your pants down, bringing them to your ankles, and you got rid of them by yourself with your feet. Panties were the only thing restraining your total nudity.

As she had already done, before even touching you, she took the time to observe every part of your body as if for the first time. She slid her hands from your back to your thighs, giving your butt a gentle squeeze.

Because of her comment a few minutes earlier, you didn't dare to ask her to speed up, even though it was what you wanted most. Instead, you closed your eyes, focusing on the electricity created by her fingers, the ardor left by each of her caresses.

Then, to your surprise, you felt her lips on your own. Dami kissed you, this time much more slowly, and slid both hands down your cheeks. Her gaze was full of desire, ablaze, staring at you. Before you noticed it, her hand had reached down and brushed your core through your panties. A loud whimper left your mouth. She continued to look into your eyes, smiling. You were however unable to hold her gaze, opting either to look away or to close your eyes.

Nevertheless, she held your head upright and commanded, "Look at me." As you met the intensity of her eyes, you shivered, still panting. Dami resumed her caresses, still on the outside of the last fabric. "Were you that needy?" she asked, smiling.

You knew she could feel how soaked you were, even through the panties you were still wearing. She had worked you up so well and so much. You weren't trying to pretend to be the opposite, preferring to assume how "desperate" and "needy" she actually made you feel. Nor did you want to control your body as it jerked, your hips twitching on her fingers, or your moans becoming more and more regular.

Since she'd forced you to look at her, you really had to focus to keep your gaze fixed on her own, and it was really difficult. Her eyes had become intimidating, and the lack of lucidity you had made any task complicated.

Finally, her fingers pushed the panties aside, and were now directly touching your most sensitive area. Yet Dami kept making you wait, teasing you. She was just sliding over your flesh, deliberately avoiding your clit and never penetrating you. At this point, it felt almost like torture.

"You're beautiful, you know." Her voice was calm, but you were having trouble integrating her words. You were far too dazed to understand what she meant. Nevertheless, she continued. "Of course, that's the case on the outside. Your face and body...are so beautiful. But it's not just that. You have great qualities that I admire. Your patience, your kindness, your tolerance, your easy trust, and your great generosity. I hope you're proud of yourself for the person you are."

You vaguely understood her words and didn't reply.

"You want more, don't you?" She knew very well how you wanted her. You gaze still indistinctly attached to hers, you nodded resolutely. Yes, you wanted more. "On one condition," she said. "I want to hear you say you're proud of yourself."

"W-What?"

"You heard me. If you don't, I'll stop."

You weren't sure she could carry out her threats in any case, but the idea of her stopping touching you made you panic. You had to say it.

To incite you even more, you felt her long index finger approach your entrance, and her thumb graze your clit. This is what you would get if you agreed to say it. So, mechanically, you complied. "I'm- I'm proud of...myself..."

Her burning gaze analyzed you for a moment, before she objected. "Not convincing enough, honey."

You mumbled an expletive before starting again, striving to put more energy into it. "I-I'm proud of myself."

"Again."

"Fuck, I'm proud of myself!"

After hearing you speak, she took possession of your mouth and then, as promised, inserted her finger inside you. Your back arched and your breathing became heavier, especially when Dami began to draw circles on the most sensitive spot of your body. Reflexively, you let go of her lips and closed your eyes as they rolled back, your head drawn back. But her free hand called you to order. Holding your chin down, she reminded you that she wanted you to look into her eyes. Then she let that hand roam over the rest of your burning skin again.

"You deserve so many good things," she claimed. "You deserve to be appreciated, darling. But not just by others. Especially by yourself. You deserve to be desired, too. Especially by yourself."

She kissed your cheek tenderly, contrasting the lustful mood. Shit, with everything she was telling you, you weren't sure you'd be able to hold out much longer.

"You're wonderful." Now Dami was whispering. She pressed her cheek against yours, showering you with affection.

"I love you, my darling. I love you very much. But most of all, I hope you love yourself. That's the most important thing."

She quickened the pace of her movements as her second hand came to caress your cheek far too gently. You could feel your climax getting closer every second. However, when your breathing shortened, she abruptly slowed down.

"I won't let you go. I want to hear you say that, too. Say it. Say you love yourself."

Frustrated by her slowdown, you felt compelled to obey. Eventually, in a low voice, next to her ear, against her hand, you told her, "I love myself, Dami. I love myself. Please, let me come."

You heard her smile against you. She placed another kiss on your cheek, then resumed a fast pace in her movements.

It didn't take long for you to come close to climax again. As Dami kissed your neck, her fingers slid perfectly inside you. Between moans, you tried to warn her. "D-Dami..."

She smiled against your cheek, guessing what you were trying to tell her. "Go ahead, treasure. Come for you, you deserve it."

And then came the orgasm. Your back arched, your legs started trembling, your eyes rolled back. The pleasure you were getting expressed itself in a final moan. Your nails clawed at the skin of her back as she gradually slowed her movements to a complete halt.

All the moments she had teased and impatient you were reflected in the long seconds you needed to come down from your climax. At that moment, your breathing resumed a more natural rhythm and you were lucid enough to feel grateful. You started smiling widely too, closing your eyes.

Her other hand, which hadn't left your cheek, caressed it tenderly. Her drenched fingers reached her mouth, which she used to clean them. You didn't pay much attention, and came to lovingly pick her lips, ignoring the fact that you were tasting yourself on her. You wrapped both hands around the back of her neck, hoping to bring her even closer.

Breathless, you pulled out. With a big smile, Dami placed her forehead against yours. She didn't dare break the silence, but you wanted to tell her how you felt. "Dami..." you whispered with a broad smile.

"You okay, sweetheart?" she began to worry.

"I'm feeling great. Thank you."

Gently, her hands returned to caress your body, with great care and concern. The same way she'd been doing it all evening. In that way that greatly underlined how well she took care of you.

"I love you, Dami. Thank you for being so caring."

Calm, soothed, in the arms of the one you loved so much, you allowed yourself to close your eyes and let sleep take you away. Despite all your work, you kept Dami's suggestion in mind, where she tenderly intended to force you to stay with her and take care of yourself. You could be sure that the next day would be a lot of fun, if the beginning represented it.