It was ovulation week. and it sure did hit you hard. you were sitting across from your boyfriend damian in the living room while watching tv, damian sitting in a man spread position while on his phone.

you stole glances at him, watching the way he’d shift slightly. you were biting your lip and practically dripping with need, attempting to hide it.

damian looked up and raised an eyebrow as he noticed your discomfort.

“{{user}}?, are you alright love?,” he asked in a deep voice.