#priestxreader

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) He doesn’t even think about himself after sex until he knows for sure that you’re completely satisfied and taken care of. He’ll check in and ask if it was okay for you or if it was too much for you at all. He’ll hold you afterwards if that’s what you want from him, too.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) On himself, his hands. It doesn’t matter if he’s just running his hands over your skin or groping certain parts of you, he loves the feel of your body under them and how good he knows he can make you feel with them. On you, it’s a tie between your ass and chest. He loves grabbing a handful of your ass during sex if he can, but he also can’t restrain himself from marking your chest up either.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) He prefers to finish inside you, but if you don’t want him to do that, his second choices would be on your lower back or chest/stomach depending on positions.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) He’s definitely dominant during sex, but he has this fantasy of you tying him to the bed and taking your time with him, letting you take control of the reins just for once. You both tried it one time and you used handcuffs. Somewhere in all the excitement, you misplaced the key and couldn’t find it anywhere after you two were done. He was cuffed there for about an hour and a half while you were pulling up videos on your phone to try figuring out how you could fully get him out of the cuffs. After that whole debacle, you both decided to stick to ropes for the foreseeable.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) Oh he knows exactly what he’s doing, he’s very experienced. He could actually probably even show you a few things.

F = Favorite position The crab. He likes having you on top in general, but there’s something even more special about watching you spread your legs wider for him in this position so he can watch himself moving in and out of you. Being able to see just how much he’s splitting you open does it for him.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) He knows how to have a laugh in the moment, of course, so he’s not strictly serious, but this man also means business. He’s not satisfied until your legs are shaking and you’re completely fucked out.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) He definitely keeps it well maintained down there. Trimmed rather low, maybe even clean shaven if the mood takes him.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) He can be rather intimate at times if it’s not just a quickie. There’s near constant eye contact, he’s whispering sweet nothings in your ear, kissing you so passionately to the point of taking your breath away.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) Even before you got together, it wasn’t really all that frequent, so nothing has really changed there. He can go for a fair amount of time without because he’d rather get all his pent up energy out when he gets the chance to be with you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) Knife play. He’s not above taking one from his collection of weapons to use on you, not to scratch or anything more than that, but just for you to feel the sensation of it against your skin if he’s not using it to rip your underwear off. If he cools it off or heats it up slightly too? Whole different ball game from that sensation. Though if that’s a definite no from you, he’s not going to try convincing you to try it at all and he respects that.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do) Prefers keeping things private in the setting of your home or your hotel room if you’re on the road, but he’s not against finding a secluded spot and going for it with you in the car either if neither of you can wait any longer.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) If he’s not totally beat after a long day, being upfront with him about what you want and that it’s him who you want it from is enough to get him going, whether it’s telling him directly or him walking in on you, spread out, ready and waiting there for him. Nine times out of ten, this man is gonna pounce.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) He’s pretty open minded, but he’d never do anything that you didn’t want to do or anything that crosses your boundaries, nor would he hurt you in any way.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) He likes receiving too, but he’s giving for his pleasure as well as your own. Give this man the chance to bury his face between your thighs and it’s like something snaps inside him, and he can’t get enough.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) It depends on what mood he’s in. If it’s a quickie or if it’s been a while and he can’t wait to have you, he’s fast and a little rough with it. But if you two have the time to yourselves, he’s taking it slow and sensual with you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) He doesn’t mind them. He’d much rather be able to take his time with you, but he won’t turn down the opportunity for one if you’re also up for it. Even though it’s just a quickie, he’ll still leave you utterly satisfied.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) He’s up to experiment a little bit if you are, though there probably isn’t much left that he hasn’t already tried at this point.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) He knows how to pace himself, so he easily has two rounds in him at the very least which last quite a while.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) He doesn’t personally own any himself, but he’s more than willing to use yours on you if you own any. He’s not opposed to them at all, he finds that it makes things even more fun.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) He does like to tease a fair bit. He likes you pent up and begging for him. It makes all the build up all the more satisfying when you fully get your hands on each other that way.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) He’s more of a grunter and a groaner, but you’ll be able to drag the odd moan out of him as well. He gets quite vocal too and he 100% will talk you through it, praises you, asks you how it feels, tells you that you’re taking him well, etc.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) He might be a little obsessed with the size difference between you both…in many ways. He loves the way he towers over you, the way you drown in his shirts when you slip one on, how his hands dwarf yours, the way he can easily overpower you in bed, how you struggle to take all of him sometimes…the list goes on.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) He’s a big boy. He’s on the thicker side, and his length isn’t anything to turn your nose up at either, so it’s probably a little intimidating to look at first off. I’d say he’s probably 7 inches in length at the very least. Has a few prominent veins and curves slightly to the right.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) It’s not ridiculously high. He can survive without his fill of you for a little bit if you’re both busy, but he definitely doesn’t take much convincing to get down to it and it’s usually him that’s the instigator.

“Fuck it! Fucking assholes!”

Damian roars and tears himself away from the wall, taking you aback with the sudden outburst, making your heart skip a beat in fleeting fright. He whirls around in your direction with wild eyes and a scowl on his face, his bare chest now positively glowing red courtesy of the chops he’d received from Gunther.

“Damian, listen to me, I-”

“I’m gonna fucking end him, I swear to god!” he immediately interrupts you, rapidly pacing back and forth now, “When I see Finn, he’s dead! Dom, too! I can’t believe this shit!”

You understand that he’s angry right now, that he doesn’t particularly want to listen to reason at the moment, but you know he needs to hear it. With a frown, you rise up off the couch and march over to him, blocking his path and jabbing your pointer finger into his sternum to grab his attention.

“Right, you listen to me for a minute,” you raise your voice slightly, knowing it’ll pull him out of his rant, “You’ll get your revenge on Finn, alright? I get that you’re pissed, because so am I, but cursing Finn and Dom from inside your fucking dressing room for the rest of the night won’t get you anywhere. Doing something about it once you’ve got a clearer head will. And I know you’ll get your title back eventually, too. You’ll be the one getting the last laugh in the end, the one coming out on top.”

You know it’s a gamble, but you take the tough love approach in trying to placate him. Damian’s about to open his mouth to oppose you, but he stops himself. He’s still angry, maybe less so than earlier, but now he’s actually listening to your words.

Damian takes a deep, shuddery breath, nodding in agreement as everything resonates. He knows you’re right. Stewing in this for the rest of the night won’t get him anywhere, but he still has so much pent up frustration in his system that he needs to be rid of, and you can see it, too.

“You’re right. I know you’re right,” he grits out, his jaw clenched, “But I swear, if he’s man enough to show his face anywhere near me the rest of the night-”

“Forget about Finn for a minute.” you stop him in his tracks, stepping closer to him, gazing up at him through your lashes, “It’s just us two at the minute. And if you need something else to think about, something else to do…”

You smirk and give him a quick wink, trailing your palm down Damian’s chest tantalisingly slowly, your eyes not leaving his. He winces slightly for a second at the faint stinging sensation, his chest still slightly tender from the chops, but he barely needs time to mull your offer over.

He’s on you within an instant, his lips crashing against yours, devouring them in a kiss that’s equally as desperate and angry as he is. His hands roam your body, gripping your hips, squeezing your ass, pulling you tight against his significantly bigger frame as the kiss grows more and more frenzied by the second. Damian’s fingers trace along your spine, finding the zipper at the back of your dress, and in a single, brusque motion, he tugs it all the way down, almost tearing the damn thing completely.

“Get that off,” he growls, his voice heavy and hoarse with lust as he takes a step back from you, “And get over on the couch. I need you, now.”

Damian doesn’t need to ask or tell you twice. You kick off your shoes and frantically slip your dress down, the offending garment pooling around your ankles before you step out of it. Hurrying over to the couch, you perch yourself back on the same cushion from earlier. 

When Damian follows suit, storming over, you simply sit back and enjoy the all too familiar show that is him ridding himself of his gear the best he can. He’s too eager to strip himself completely bare. Instead, he tugs his tights and singlet down to his thighs, showcasing the outline of his hardening cock that rests in his briefs.

“Mm, I think someone’s raring to go…”

You purr, and Damian pounces. He scoops you up with ease, your legs wrapping around his waist while he falls back onto the couch, taking you with him. He sits in your place with you now in his lap, straddling him, already rolling your hips to grind down on his clothed cock to earn a guttural groan from him.

His mouth finds its way back to yours, meeting you for another intense kiss before he’s trailing hot kisses down your neck, nipping at your skin, leaving a blazing trail of hickeys to serve as a reminder of this encounter. Skilled fingers hook into the back strap of your bra, unclasping it with practiced ease before he tugs it down your arms and reveals your pert tits, and he wastes no time in roughly cupping them with his large hands, leaving you gasping at the feeling.

A hand travels down your body, sliding into your panties to find you already slick and ready for him. Damian smirks at the discovery, and he roughly circles your clit to drag a soft moan out of you while you rock into his ministrations.

“You ready for me, baby?” Damian asks, a wicked grin on his face, “I think you are. You’re already so fucking wet, and that was before I even really touched you.”

“Don’t hold back.”

You tell him after nodding your head yes, and he takes it as a challenge. Damian raises his hips slightly and pulls his briefs down enough to free his now-hard cock, and you whimper at the feeling of it grazing your folds over your underwear alone, your pussy throbbing with the need to be filled by him.

You’re about to hook your fingers into the waistband of your panties with the intention of pulling them down, but Damian is quick to brace a hand over yours to stop you with a shake of his head. You shoot him a confused look, but he only gives you a lopsided smirk right back.

“No, no. Leave them on.” he hums, removing his hand from inside your panties and reaching lower to pull them to one side instead, “Think it’ll be way hotter like this.”

Your stomach lurches, and your pussy clenches around nothing when he gives himself an access point. Damian knows it all too well, too. He nips at your neck, finding a spot that has yet to be littered with any marks while he takes his cock in his hand, rubbing the head of it through your folds and coating himself in your arousal.

The head of his cock presses at your entrance, and you waste no time in lowering yourself onto him with a throaty moan at the feeling of being completely filled by him. Damian rises up to meet you halfway, his eyes rolling back as he groans in pleasure at the sensation of your warm, wet walls welcoming him in with ease.

Damian gives you little to no time to adjust as he begins to rapidly thrust up into you, the sound of flesh meeting flesh filling the dressing room. He grips your hips tightly, his nails biting into the skin while you cry out as each powerful stroke sends jolts of pleasure coursing through you.

“F-fuck, I knew you wouldn’t hold back-”

You whine and arch your back, and Damian cranes his neck upwards, capturing your lips in a bruising kiss, his tongue duelling with yours as he continues to buck up into you. Your hands scramble for purchase on the back of the sofa, desperate to cling to something, anything to keep you more stable while your legs quiver as you ride him.

“Fucking taking it like such a good girl though, aren’t you, baby? Shit, you feel amazing-”

Damian praises you, his voice rough with lust, and you clench around his cock, drawing a moan out of him. Your moans grow louder, begging for more, for him not to stop as he gets the angle just right to hit that spot inside you over and over again that makes your toes curl.

Unable to resist your pleas, Damian gives it to you rougher, deeper, watching as your eyes roll back and your body grows tense. You lose all sense of rhythm, now mindlessly bouncing on his cock as you chase your orgasm.

“Please, don’t stop,” you pant, near breathless, “I’m so close, please, keep going just like that-”

“Then cum for me, baby. Let go, I’m nearly there as well.”

Damian demands, his voice low, even reaching down between you both to bring his thumb to your clit in quick, rough circles, determined to send you tumbling over the edge. Your moans reach a crescendo as your body convulses, your walls squeezing him like a vice being enough to set off his own release.

With a roar of your name, he spills himself deep inside you, relishing in the way you’re still twitching around him in the aftershocks of your own high. You fall forward onto him, burying your face in the crook of Damian’s neck while he gradually stills his movements, his breathing equally as heavy and laboured as yours.

“Jesus, I…I think we both needed that-”

You mumble when you’re aware enough to form a coherent sentence. Damian chuckles and nods in agreement, a surefire sign that he’s released at least some of, if not the majority of his frustrations at least for tonight.

Damian’s grip on you slackens if only slightly, but he refuses to pull away, remaining inside you as he catches his breath. The feeling of your lips against his lingers, the sounds of your every whimper and moan still ringing in his ears, and in the moment, it’s just the two of you basking in the afterglow.

You’re currently splayed out at ringside, dazed, battered, and bruised while you try your utmost to recover from Rhea’s cheap shot on you in an attempt to keep you down and out of the match.

“Suck it!” Rhea yells and taunts you before she starts retreating back to her respective side of the apron, deciding she’s rang your bell more than enough, that she’s sure you won’t be clambering back up to your feet to help out Braun, your tag team partner, at any point. He’s currently in the ring battling it out against Damian, and as it stands, the odds are most definitely in the Terror Twins’ favour.

With a groan, you’re able to hoist yourself up onto your knees after a minute or two has passed by. The aftermath of the beating you just received hurts like hell, but you lean against the ring in time to see Damian firing himself up to hit Braun with what is inevitably the killing blow of the match.

Your mind is telling you it’s a rather sly, self-indulgent tactic, but it’s almost as if your body runs on both adrenaline and autopilot. You act quickly and stalk around the edge of the ring to find your way to an unsuspecting Rhea, and you sweep her legs from under her to send her tumbling down to the ground.

“Yeah, how d’you like that?!” You scream, returning the favour and giving her a beatdown of her own, only ceasing your assault once you’re satisfied with the outcome. Certain that she won’t be getting back up, you rush to the adjacent side of the ring and climb up onto the apron in time to see Braun shove Damian back in your general direction, which, unbeknownst to your partner, works absolutely perfectly in your favour.

There, you quickly signal Braun to hold off on a follow up attack, instead reaching out to grab at Damian over the ropes in an attempt to catch his attention. You prevail, and he’s quick to turn on his heel, a mix of surprise and confusion flickering over his features when he comes face to face with you.

Despite knowing Damian shouldn’t let this sidetrack him, he feels like he’s been struck by lightning when his eyes lock onto yours, and little does he know that the feeling is more than mutual.

“What are you doing?” Damian asks while his gaze softens at the mere sight of you, and it isn’t until then that you realise your hand is still granting you both skin-to-skin contact. Slowly, you retract your hand, your skin and his still respectively blazing from the accidental lingering touch.

Subconsciously, he takes a step closer to you, his gaze still intently focused on you. It feels as though time stops around you both, and nobody else exists - not the crowd in the arena, not your opponents, not even the viewers at home. Despite all the jeers and whistles from the crowd during your face-off, the two of you are all that matters in the moment.

“More like what are we doing?” you fire back at him and support yourself on the ropes, subtly leaning in closer to him to continue your distraction, “We need to both stop pretending. It’s gone on for long enough-”

“(Y/N), this isn’t the time or place for this and you know it!”

Damian dismisses you with a shake of his head and a brief wave of the hand, and just as he’s about to turn around and focus his attention back on Braun, you’re quick to reach out and grasp hold of his wrist. His head snaps back up and he glances back at you, and you tug him towards where you stand on the apron.

The subsequent series of events all happens in quick succession. Reaching out to him, you cup his face with both hands and draw him into you, slamming your lips against his in a last ditch effort to prolong him turning his attention back to Braun.

You feel Damian tense for a moment, failing to reciprocate the kiss as he processes what’s happening, but you can pinpoint the exact second that the penny drops for him. Your lips move in near-perfect sync against each other when he finally kisses you back, and the only thing that stops it from growing in passion is the fact that you’re vaguely aware that you have a crowd of thousands watching you two right now.

They cheer and wolf-whistle at you both while you’re lost in the moment, and before you get too engrossed in it, you pry yourself away from his kiss and cast a glance to a patiently waiting Braun.

“I’m sorry-”

You murmur to Damian, so rushed that he almost doesn’t catch it and doesn’t even have more than a second to react. Widening your eyes at Braun and rapidly nodding your head, he takes the hint and marches over to an unsuspecting Damian and practically rips him away from you before he lands a kick to the gut and drags him to the centre of the ring.

There, Braun delivers another flurry of blows on Damian, then he hoists him up to hit him with a vicious Yokosuka Cutter right in front of you. You look on at Damian sprawled out on the mat with a pang of guilt that strikes you equally as hard as the blow he just took, looking on as Braun pins him and gets the three count.

The bell rings and Braun rises back to his feet in victory, beckoning you into the ring with him to celebrate while Damian drags himself into the corner of the ring nearest to him.

“Don’t know how you came to think of doing that, but it was genius!”

Braun lets out a deep chuckle and raises your arm up in victory, and you let out a small laugh and beam from ear to ear as you revel in the celebrations with your tag team partner.

Trying to be as subtle as you can, you raise a hand to your lips, tracing your index finger along where Damian’s lips met yours mere moments ago. You glance to the corner where he sits, slumped but mirroring you as he ghosts a finger over his lips, undoubtedly having the same thought process as you right now.

You try your best to leave it there for the night. Try your best to let yourself relax in your partner’s arms and drift off into sweet slumber for the night, but admittedly, your mind has been drifting elsewhere for the majority of the night.

To tell the truth, it has been a little while for you both, but when Damian had nothing but pure intentions for the night, you didn’t want to completely derail his innocent plans by throwing the prospect of sex on the table halfway into the evening. 

Especially not when he’d taken the time to bake for you during the day, and even going as far as making your favourite meal at home for dinner with you acting as sous chef, though the outcome of the meal itself was mostly all the fruits of his labour rather than yours.

But you still can’t shake the wonderful places your mind is venturing off to, nor can you ignore the dull ache that pulses between your legs with no signs of stopping until you’re finally sated.

You know there’s absolutely no way Damian has drifted off already, so you take it upon yourself to test the waters first off. Seemingly innocently, you shift slightly in his arms, subtly wiggling your ass against him. When he doesn’t initially take the bait, you repeat your motions with more purpose this time, backing your ass into his crotch to firmly brush against him.

“Baby, what are you doing?”

Damian mumbles, and you can’t help but let out a huff of a laugh at his near rhetorical question - surely it’s blindingly obvious what you’re up to, right?

But still, you decide to feign innocence and you continue to grind against him, even more deliberately now he’s aware of what’s going on. His one hand releases its hold on yours while his other arm subtly slackens around your waist, and he slightly props himself up on his elbow in an attempt to somewhat sit up.

“No idea what you mean, I’m just getting comfy…”

You barely suppress a laugh, continuing to back your ass into him. Though when his arm snakes its way back around your waist and you feel him roll his hips against you on his own accord with a groan that’s barely audible, you feel very smug with yourself at how little convincing Damian had actually needed.

“Oh, I think there’s more to it than that,” he hums, and the bass in his voice is enough to make your stomach flip, “If you wanted it that bad, why didn’t you say so earlier, hm?”

Damian’s lips brush against the shell of your ear, and they trail their way down to your neck where he proceeds to pepper your skin with slow, sensual kisses. You gasp softly and give him an encouraging nod, silently willing him to continue, and Damian more than happily obliges you.

His hands begin to roam, but not before he gently guides you onto your back and postpones his assault on your neck to withdraw and smirk down at you. When he does, you gaze up at him with parted lips while you try your best to form a somewhat coherent response.

“Didn’t want to ruin the evening,” you breathe out, and you slightly part your legs to allow him room to position himself between them, “But you seem more than up for it, so…” Damian chuckles lowly, taking the hint and slotting himself between your legs despite the layers of clothing that still stand between you both, leaning down to capture your lips in a fervent kiss. You can’t get enough of him, arching into his touch while you rhythmically rock your hips against his.

You don’t waste another minute. You raise your hips up for a moment with full intention of slipping your own shorts down, but Damian lightly bats your hands away and stops you in your tracks, insisting on doing it himself. He leans back slightly to make room for your legs to stretch out slightly while he tugs your shorts down, and your panties follow suit mere seconds later.

“Think I’d better take care of you first, hm? Lay back for me, spread your legs nice and wide.”

Damian practically purrs, and you certainly don’t deny his orders. With an eager nod, you let your legs fall open wide for him, exposing your aching, already glistening pussy to him, just like he wanted. The sight alone is enough to make his cock twitch in his briefs, but he pushes the feeling aside for the time being, focusing solely on your pleasure instead. He briefly licks his lips, a wicked grin forming on his face as he leans in and inhales the intoxicating scent of you.

You gaze down at where he rests between your legs, almost shuddering with anticipation of what’s inevitably to come, but Damian doesn’t give you what you want right away. He makes you play the waiting game for it, leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses up your inner thighs while you groan impatiently, but you know better than to try rushing him with it.

“Relax, baby, I’m getting there,” he tells you once he senses your restlessness, “Just lay back and let me take care of you. I’m gonna make it worth the wait, I promise.”

Damian gets closer and closer to being exactly where you want and need him to be, and after what feels like a lifetime of waiting for it, he finally plants a kiss on your sensitive clit. You keen for him and arch your back at the initial contact, your eyes already screwing shut in sheer bliss while his focus flicks between your clit and your entrance.

The pressure and intensity of his ministrations slowly increases, and your fingers wind into the sheets as the pleasure cascades through your body from the sensation of his skilled tongue. He groans against you, the taste of you driving him wild as he now fully buries his face between your thighs, hungrily swirling his tongue around the most sensitive parts of you.

“F-fuck, Damian…please, don’t stop-”

You moan, and your hands dart down to his head, fingers tangling within the dark strands in a feeble attempt to draw him in impossibly closer. You give his hair a tug, earning a low moan from him before he redoubles his efforts. Damian slides a finger inside you, quickly followed by a second to stretch you out gently, intent on bringing you right to the precipice of your first orgasm of the night.

Your eyes meet briefly while he’s lapping up every last drop of your essence, and your breathing grows ragged as your hips begin to involuntarily buck against his face in pursuit of your orgasm. His tongue works in tandem with his fingers to leave you panting and writhing under his every touch, a familiar pull gnawing away at you as you sense yourself growing closer and closer.

“You gonna cum for me?” Damian asks, his own breathing growing more and more laboured by the second, “Fuck, you taste so good-”

He grips your thighs and delves back in once he’s briefly come up for a breath of fresh air, sucking and licking at every inch of your pussy his tongue can possibly reach, like he’s a starved man.

“I’m gonna fucking cum! Shit, you’re too good at this, I fucking love it…I love you-”

You whine needily, and soon enough, your body tenses up and you cry out in bliss, your walls contracting tightly around his invading fingers as you cum. Damian doesn’t stop, continuing to devour every last ounce of you while he grunts and groans, rutting his aching cock against the mattress, now desperate for some form of friction.

Your chest heaves and all tension leaves your body as you come down from your high, pussy still sensitive and twitching as a result of the aftershocks. Damian finally pries himself away from you with a glistening chin, and he licks his lips and sucks his fingers clean to savour the taste of you.

Damian rises up and sits back on his knees, reveling in the sight of you already looking this fucked out from his mouth and fingers alone. He slides his boxers down with a smirk down at you, letting his cock spring free from its confines before he takes it in his hand and gives himself a few languid strokes.

Before you can even so much as fire any explanations or justifications her way, she holds a hand up, palm facing towards you as a clear sign for you to stop talking and listen to her instead. You comply without a second thought, bracing yourself for the incoming lecture from your best friend.

“God, I knew this exact bloody thing was going to happen,” Rhea huffs, lowering her hand before continuing, “I thought you and Finn would be perfect for each other, y’know? And as much as Damian is one of my best friends, I love him to pieces, but he’s not really the kind of guy you should fall for, trust me. I’ve told you this before. You’re one of my best friends, too, (Y/N). I’m just looking out for you.”

“Rhea, I hate to disappoint you, but it’s a bit late for that.”

You admit with a sheepish look on your face, much to Rhea’s dismay. Even though she’s already tried her best to deter you from Damian and send you in Finn’s direction instead, you can’t help how you feel about him. And you’re almost certain that her telling you that you shouldn’t pursue him has only succeeded in making you want him even more.

There’s still a pang of guilt that strikes you right in the gut when poor Finn comes to mind, though. He’s done nothing wrong per se, and you’d still be more than happy to remain friends with him if the feeling is mutual, but you know you need to do the right thing and tell him this sooner rather than later to avoid any potential hurt.

“I’m not saying too much, since it isn’t really my place,” Rhea begins, practically reading your mind before she swigs the last of her drink and tells you, “But if you’re not gonna pursue anything with Finn, you need to do the right thing and tell him so when they both get here. Because he and Damian have obviously spoken about you in conversation, and I don’t want it to start turning from bad to ugly.”

You inwardly curse yourself for the way your stomach flips at the knowledge of them, particularly Damian, talking about you. You also know that Rhea is absolutely right in what she’s saying, and you promise yourself that when they both get here shortly, you’ll pull Finn to one side and gently knock things on the head.

Another forty five minutes or so passes by, and you both catch sight of Damian and Finn walking through the door together to come and greet you and Rhea. Neither of you miss the way they both simultaneously light up when their eyes respectively land on you, and while the way Damian smiles at you sets off a swarm of butterflies in your stomach, they’re soon stomped out by the feeling of dread at the mere thought of the conversation you need to have with Finn.

“Look who finally decided to show up!” Rhea laughs as the duo pull up chairs at your table, with Finn sitting on your left and Damian sitting to your right. You greet Damian in the form of a smile and a brief hello, your eyes lingering on each other before you remember yourself, reluctantly averting your gaze to swivel in your seat and face Finn instead and leave Damian to converse with Rhea.

“I was lookin’ forward to seeing you today, y’know,” Finn tells you with a gentle smile on his face, his eyes visibly softening, “And everyone else, obviously. But mainly you.”

Finn nudges his foot against yours from under the table, and you let out a polite chuckle. Even though he’s not long gotten here, you decide you don’t want to put the conversation off for much longer, instead wanting to rip the bandaid off and get it over and done with.

“It’s my round this time, right?” you ask your friends while standing up, turning to Finn, “Feel like helping me carry some over?”

Finn doesn’t give you a verbal response and instead follows you suit, rising up out of his own seat and heading over to the bar with you while Rhea and Damian hold the fort. Unbeknownst to you, Damian’s eyes don’t stray from your form as he watches you momentarily leave with Finn, a wistful sigh falling from his lips while Rhea shoots him a knowing smirk and a nudge.

“Hey, stay away from her.” she lightly teases him, but there’s also a hint of a warning in her words, “I’ve already told you once, and I’ll tell you again. I’m not letting you break her heart.”

Damian shakes his head at the thought, tearing his eyes away from you to turn towards Rhea instead. He’s met with a raised brow and a scrutinising look, wordlessly daring him to plead his case to her.

“I know what I’ve been like with people in the past, but it’s not like that this time,” he sighs with a shrug, “I really like her, Rhea. Ever since you introduced us both, I haven’t stopped thinking about her. And I get why you’re unsure about it, I get that you’re looking out for her, but I promise you, I don’t want to fool around with her. I’m willing to change for her if she actually wants to be with me, y’know?”

Rhea takes a moment to consider his words, studying him for any signs to tell her that he’s being anything but genuine, but she sees no reason not to believe him. Damian’s gaze is unflinching, unwavering as he stares right back at Rhea, and she makes the executive decision to trust one of her best friends on this.

“Alright, alright,” she hums and defensively holds her hands out to Damian, “But I’m warning you again. You hurt her, break her heart, even make her cry once, and I’ll kick your ass.”

Rhea does it again, playing her threat off like a joke as she lets out a laugh, earning a chuckle from Damian, too, before they resume their regular conversation while they await yours and Finn’s return with the drinks.

Anxiety gnaws at you from inside out as you stride over to the bar with Finn, and you’re lost in your own mind, not even hearing a single word he’s saying to you as you both walk over. Your mind is racing, paranoid with how he’ll take the news, how he’ll react, if this is truly the right time and place to do this. Probably not, but the longer you delay it, the worst it’ll be for both of you.

“(Y/N)? Hello? You okay? You’re miles away.”

Finn eventually snaps you out of your thoughts, and you rapidly blink as you attempt to ground yourself. You lie to him, dismissing his concern before you give the bartender each of your drinks of choice, and you drum your fingertips along the edge of the bar while you try your best to muster both the courage and the words you want to say to him.

“Finn, I actually wanted to talk to you,” you lead with that, grabbing Finn’s attention, “I’d rather talk to you now than leave it until later in the night.”

“Oh, okay. What is it?”

Here we go, you think to yourself, Just let him down gently. You can do it.

“Before I say anything, I don’t want you thinking this is a reflection on you at all.” your hands tremble slightly, and you grip at the edge of the bar in an attempt to conceal it, “Because you’re a great guy, really. And I’ve really enjoyed speaking to you and getting to know you a bit better, but-”

“It’s Damian, isn’t it?”

Finn interjects, almost instantly figuring out exactly where the conversation is headed. Though he’d been holding out hope for a very different outcome, he’s been fully aware the entire time that his good friend has been interested in you, too.

Neither man had wanted to back down, which has created an air of tension between them both over the past few weeks, but you’ve ultimately ended up making the decision for both of them. Finn purses his lips into a tight smile, doing his best to hide the dejection that hits him like a punch to the gut, but you see right through it.

“Yeah, it…I think I’ve really clicked with him, and I really like him. I’m so sorry if I strung you along at all, I’ve only recently figured it out myself.”

You apologise, your voice barely a whisper, and Finn casts his gaze down to the floor with a single nod, seemingly signifying him conceding to Damian. He sighs and eventually looks right back at you, obviously wounded by your admission, but he swallows it down and puts on a brave face.

“It’s obviously not what I was hoping you’d say, but I kinda guessed it. He’s crazy about you, y’know.” he tells you, “If you want him, go get him. I’m not gonna get in your way now, promise. No bad blood or nothin’.”

Finn gives you another small smile, this one more genuine, and you feel a tide of relief wash over you now that you know things won’t be turning sour between you both. If anything, you sincerely hope that you can both remain friends in the near future.

“Thank you for understanding, Finn.” you smile back at him, “And for handling it all so well. Again, I am sorry-”

“Don’t worry about it,” Finn interrupts you with a nod of the head towards your friends, still sitting at the table, “I’ll carry the drinks back. I think you should go talk to Damian, make his night.”

You hesitate for a moment, but you reach out and give Finn’s hand a brief, grateful pat before you approach Rhea and Damian once more. They both look slightly confused when you return alone, but before they can press you on it, you decide to dive in head first.

“Damian, can we talk for a sec? Please?”

You ask, and while Damian looks slightly surprised, Rhea is very quick to put two and two together. She rises up out of her seat, excusing herself to go and help Finn with the drinks instead to leave you two alone to talk.

You sit next to Damian, nerves threatening to get the better of you despite a few prior glasses of liquid courage in your system, but you force them down and face up to the situation at hand instead.

“Everything okay?”

Damian asks, his brows knitting together with concern, the tension only dissipating slightly when you give him a sharp, affirming nod.

“Yeah, yeah. All fine, just,” you clear your throat and swallow thickly before you take the leap, “I just had a conversation with Finn. I…pretty much told him that I’ve enjoyed getting to know him more, but…”

“But…?”

“I told him I’ve clicked with you better. And I really like you. And…and I know it’s a risk, because Rhea’s mentioned to me that you’re not really a settling down type of guy. But I can’t help how I feel, Damian.”

Your confession stuns him into silence. It’s definitely what he’s been hoping to hear, but that doesn’t make it any less surprising to actually hear it coming straight from your mouth. Damian lets out a chuckle, most likely in disbelief above all else, but he’s quick to fade it out and fight his case to you.

“Look, I know I have a, uh…a bit of a reputation,” Damian admits sheepishly, but he quickly turns solemn, “But I’m serious about you. I like you a lot, I like how things have gone so far, and I wanna get to know you even more. And I know it’ll probably seem like it’s all talk, I don’t know what Rhea’s told you about me altogether, but I can prove it if you give me the chance to.”

You want to continue to heed Rhea’s previous warnings, but despite yourself, you believe every word that Damian tells you. He’s given you no reason to doubt him so far. It’s not like he’s even attempted getting you straight into bed with him at all, and unlike what Rhea has told you about him and his typical patterns, he’s actually taken the time and effort to get to know you properly.

“Oh, come on. Don’t look so nervous!” you giggle and lick your lips whilst ogling the two men in front of you, “Nothing we say or do leaves this room. Promise.”

You turn serious when you tell them the latter, and they can both sense the sincerity in your voice as they give each other a knowing glance followed by a nod of affirmation. They both still seem somewhat uncertain, probably more worried about their friendship drastically altering once the dust settles after this encounter, but their bodies react in a way that sends across a different message altogether.

You can see the outlines of their cocks through their boxers, both rock solid and begging to be freed, and knowing that it’s you that’s gotten them this worked up is enough in itself to make your pussy twitch and throb in anticipation.

“I’m serious, man,” Damian gives Finn a pointed stare, “If you ever try talking to me about this-”

“I won’t! C’mon, we’ll never speak of it. Never leaves this room.”

Finn reassures his friend, and after deciding they’ve wasted more than enough time when you’re sitting there half naked and waiting for them to make a move, they finally take the initiative and kick things off.

Any remaining apprehension seems to have now dissipated, with Damian smirking and sliding his boxers down while Finn mimics this. Both men are now fully exposed, their erect cocks standing at full attention to press against their stomachs while your gaze flits between them both, not knowing which one to focus on more.

Finn is the first to close the distance between you, pacing over to the bed to join you as he gently nudges you back to lay flat on the sheets. He towers over you, reaching out for you as he slides a calloused hand over a bra-clad breast and leans in to kiss and nip at your neck, earning a soft gasp and groan from you at the sensation.

Damian, however, is quick enough to sink to his knees at the foot of the bed, turning his attention to tugging your panties down and discarding them off to one side before he’s nudging your legs apart to expose your already glistening pussy to him.

He buries his face between your legs, flicking your clit with his tongue while Finn’s lips trail along your jawline before they meet your own for a passionate kiss. Damian’s skillful tongue finds a rhythm that soon has you panting, and Finn earns a moan from you in response when he tugs your bra down with one hand to free your tits and brush his thumb over your nipple.

“How’s that feel, hm?” Finn momentarily breaks the kiss to purr in your ear, “He makin’ you feel good?”

Words fail you in this moment, and you simply whimper in hopes of it being perceived as one of a positive response to Finn’s question despite the fact it may have only been rhetorical to begin with.

The room is filled with the wet sounds of your combined exploration, your moans and their grunts and growls mingling in an erotic symphony. Damian continues to lap up every last drop of your essence, leaving you writhing in Finn’s arms where you lay on the bed, but it isn’t until you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the precipice of your orgasm that Damian abruptly halts his ministrations altogether and rises back to his feet to stand at full height.

You whine at the sudden loss of contact, agitated that he’d ripped your sweet release away from you when you were right there, but you’re very quick to forgive and forget when clarity hits you and you lock eyes with Damian.

“Not yet, baby. Wanna feel you cum around my cock instead.”

Damian is quick to placate you. He stands before you, his thick cock in his hand, stroking himself while he gives Finn a silent nod of the head. Finn seemingly understands the signal, and he pulls away from you, repositioning himself to kneel in front of you on the bed instead.

Finn gently pulls you up, repositioning you on all fours on the bed instead. He laces his fingers through your hair with one hand, giving it a gentle tug to angle your head and force you to gaze up at him while his other hand languidly strokes his cock.

“Go on, suck it.”

He commands, his voice thick with need. You don’t hesitate in wrapping your lips around the head, suckling lightly at first before you start taking him deeper, eager to please him, and you definitely deliver. Finn groans and keeps his fingers in your hair, lightly encouraging you to take even more of him while he subtly thrusts into your mouth and mutters out strings of praises that you don’t quite catch.

“You ready, baby? Gonna put it in now, okay?”

Damian asks from behind you, stepping forward with his cock in his hand before rubbing the head along your folds, now glistening from your juices, and lining himself up at your entrance. He’s still watching you with Finn, unable to tear his eyes away from the sight of your head bobbing up and down his length, taking him in and out of your mouth.

Finn’s eyes meet Damian’s momentarily as the two men look up at the same time, the fierce desire in each man’s eyes only serving to fuel their respective anticipation. Damian pushes into you with one swift motion, burying himself to the hilt with a deep moan.

Albeit muffled, a whine escapes you, the sensation of being filled by both men in different ways overwhelming you. Finn’s hand tightens in your hair, pulling you further down on his cock while Damian takes you from behind, both men’s groans of pleasure mingling with your own increasingly desperate moans.

You can barely take it much longer, trailing one hand between your legs to rub at your clit while the other darts between the bed and Finn’s thigh in an attempt to keep yourself upright. Tears of sheer bliss begin to streak your cheeks as the duo find a brutal rhythm, their lust only escalating as they completely lose themselves in the pleasure.

The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room as Damian relentlessly fucks you from behind, and your fingers dig into Finn’s thighs while you gag around his cock. Your nimble fingers rub deft circles around your clit, desperately willing yourself to tip over the edge at long last.

Damian feels it, too. He knows how close you are, and it only makes him fuck into you even harder, his movements more aggressive in his attempt to get you exactly where you want and need to be.

“Oh, you gonna cum?” Finn pants out, “Tap or squeeze my thigh twice if you’re gonna cum, yeah?”

He asks, and not even a full second passes by before you’re fulfilling his request. This only fuels Finn more, his own thrusts growing erratic as the head of his cock bumps the back of your throat repeatedly to elicit even more audible gags from you.

It’s all too much for you. The coil within you finally snaps, giving you quite possibly the most intense orgasm you can recall experiencing. Your walls clench and convulse around Damian’s cock while your cries of pure ecstasy are muffled by Finn’s, your eyes screw shut and you see nothing but hot, white light as you ride out your orgasm.

The feeling of you vice-gripping Damian’s cock is all it takes for him. He cums with a guttural groan, slumping himself over your back but stopping you from taking the brunt of the weight at the same time as he spills himself inside you, while Finn’s hot seed coats the back of your throat while his cock twitches and pulses in your mouth when he finally hits his peak, and you do him the courtesy of swallowing every last drop.

You slump forward slightly, barely catching your balance as you begin coming down from your high, withdrawing your mouth from Finn’s cock to finally catch your breath properly. Damian pulls out of you, slipping off to the side to collapse onto the bed to your left. Finn slumps back towards the headboard, both men's’ breathing ragged as they take a well deserved breather before you all clean up.

“Guys, come on, stop looking at me like that!” you laugh and glance around at them all, “How many times do I need to tell you all, it’s nothing serious with Priest. It’s just a bit of fun! Nothing to worry about, and it won’t get in the way of tonight, either.”

“It’d better not, because if things start looking like they’re going sideways for Dom tonight, you’re going out there to help him out. Distract Priest, slide a chair to Dom if you need to, just…do whatever it takes to throw him off his game if it comes to it.”

Liv is crystal clear with you, her icy eyes not leaving yours while Dom stands right by her side, his arm linked with hers as he nods in agreement. You look amongst them all, and your brows knit together, bemused as you really start to mull things over.

Any one of them could go out to help Dom, whether it’s JD, Carlito, Finn, even Liv herself. Yet here they are, asking you specifically. You fold your arms and quirk a brow at each of them before you find your voice.

“Why not have one of the guys go out instead? Why ask me?”

You question Liv, to which she guffaws and momentarily steps away from Dom’s side, bringing herself face to face with you. The smile gradually fades away from her face, being replaced with a stone cold serious expression instead as she stares right through you.

“Because…consider it a kind of test for you. That your loyalties really do lie with us, and you’re not actually gonna do anything stupid like entertain the idea of Damian.”

Throughout the rest of the night, those words ring through your mind as each segment and match comes and goes, practically playing on an infinite loop when you’re watching Dom’s match against Damian happening in real time.

It all started off promising for Dom, but now it’s evident that Priest has the upper hand in the match. You watch every move of theirs, your palms now growing clammy at the feeling of your faction members’ eyes burning holes in the back of your head as things definitely start to turn sideways.

“Aren’t you gonna go out and help Dom? Y’know, like I told you to earlier?”

Liv asks, louder than necessary, making a point of prompting you while the others nod and murmur in agreement. You exhale to the point where you’re sure you’ll deflate, but when you don’t make any further moves, Liv nudges you with her elbow, harshly.

“Did I stutter? Get your ass out there!”

She demands, and by some miracle, you manage to hold your tongue before you make your move to head out onto the stage. You choose to ignore the crowd reactions and focus on jogging down the ramp to Dom’s aid instead, even though you don’t quite have a game plan as to how to help him just yet.

“Dom, I’m here! Whatever you need, you got it!” You call to him when you reach ringside, leaning against the apron while you grab his attention. Dom rolls onto his side from where he’s laying on the mat, giving you a nod of acknowledgement, and once he does, it’s almost as if it’s a pass of sorts to let your attention wander just for a second.

Your gaze drifts over to Damian, and in that moment, you forget precisely what your main objective is. He has your full, undivided attention, and when your heart stutters in your chest the second his eyes meet yours? It makes you completely reconsider what you said earlier about this being just a bit of fun and nothing for anyone to worry about. You can’t say for certain, and maybe it’s partly down to wishful thinking, but you’re convinced he’s somewhat interested at the very least, too.

“Oh, you got some help out here!”

Damian laughs to himself while he drags Dom back up to his feet, landing a series of blows on him in quick succession. Then, he holds Dom in place, glancing over at you as if to taunt you before he proceeds with any further offense on him.

“If you’re gonna do something, do it!”

He waits, but you don’t budge, internally at war with yourself over helping Dom out or reluctantly costing Priest his match. When you remain in place, Damian shrugs before he delivers a quick gut punch to Dom before he rolls him up and hoists him above his head, and that’s when you know you have to do something.

Clambering up onto the apron, you reach out to grab hold of Dom’s leg in hopes of stopping Damian from sending him crashing onto the mat with a Razor’s Edge. You succeed, and you do your utmost to try dragging Dom out of his grasp, though your attempt is seemingly feeble.

“Hey, let go!” Damian yells at you, “Let me finish this!”

Your hold on Dom doesn’t falter, now playing human tug of war with Damian while you attempt to disrupt the match the best you can and rob him of a victory over Dom. It isn’t until he turns his head to face you, looking at you to address you directly, that your hold slackens.

“You know you don’t really want to do this. Any of it, not with these guys. We can talk about it later, just us. There’s a lot we need to talk about, actually. About us, and I think you know what I mean. Come find me-”

It’s stupid, but any feelings that you’ve swallowed down previously hit you like a freight train when the words leave his mouth. He’s all but told you that he feels the same way as you do, and that you can find an ally in him, should you choose to take him up on his vague offer at this peculiar time.

The sheer surprise of his words causes you to spontaneously loosen your hold on Dom, which throws an unsuspecting Damian off balance where he was pulling the younger man in the opposite direction with such force.

Damian unexpectedly releases Dom too soon, and Dom crashes onto the mat at an angle, landing awkwardly on his side, particularly his arm. He cries out in pain, and your heart sinks, knowing that it’s you who’s to blame and that you most definitely won’t even get a chance to talk to Damian later, and that you’ll be spending the rest of the evening explaining yourself.

A week passes, and everything has seemed relatively normal up to this point. Liv was angry with you initially after last week’s mishap, as were the rest of your faction members, but you figured that they’d forgiven and forgotten after a few days and chalked it up to an accident which ended up with Dom’s arm being in a sling for the foreseeable.

You couldn’t have been more wrong on that front.

Backstage, you walk the halls alone as you make your way to the others. They wanted to talk, insisting that everything gets said in person, and it’s not until you turn a corner in the corridor that you feel like you’ve been hit by a bus.

You plummet to the floor, not even having a second to register exactly what’s going on before you’re on the receiving end of a beatdown. Your head bounces off the wall once or twice, and you’re hit with stomp after stomp, punch after punch until you’re barely conscious and can take no more.

“Oh, did you just think we’d all forgive and forget?”

An all too familiar voice asks, grabbing a fistful of your hair and yanking your head back. You’re panting, breathless, trying to make sense of everything when you open your eyes to see Liv looking right back at you.

“Dom told us everything, y’know. He heard what Damian told you, said that you let him go right after that. You’re the reason he got hurt. I see how it is now, you chose your side, didn’t you?”

“Liv, I-”

“Shut up!”

She hisses before you can continue, and she giggles sinisterly to herself. She yanks your hair once again and you wince, your gaze darting to the side to see a second figure crouching down besides Liv. The person responsible for your beatdown, you presume.

“I don’t need someone whose loyalties don’t match up with the rest of ours. I’m done with you.” Liv tells you, matter of factly, “Say hi to Raquel, she’s your replacement.”

Raquel gives a brief wave in the form of fluttering her fingers, and she glances at Liv, as though she’s awaiting a signal of some sort. Liv gives her a curt nod, and just as Raquel is about to take over and continue her assault on you, a booming voice sounding from down the hallway stops the duo dead in their tracks, and they scurry away, leaving you on the corridor floor.

“(Y/N)! Hey, are you okay?”

You weren’t expecting it at all, but Damian comes to your aid in quite the hurry. He crouches down beside you, quickly checking you over for any notable injuries while you struggle to come to.

“I’ve been better.” you chuckle humourlessly, hissing at the throbbing pain in your ribs, “I should’ve known better, huh? Should’ve known they were planning something like this after what happened last week.”

Attempting to sit up alone, you grit your teeth and shoulder the pain before Damian wraps an arm around you to aid you. You lean into his hold, mainly because you need the support, but also because you gladly welcome his touch.

“Listen,” he begins, his eyes not leaving yours, “What I said last week, I meant it. I’ve seen it over the weeks, it’s obvious you were having a change of heart, even if you didn’t realise it yourself.”

You quirk a bemused brow at him, and he shoots you a look that screams don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about, so you have no choice but to concede on this matter.

“Alright, yeah. Maybe there might be some truth in it-”

“No, there is. You know there is. I know they made you interfere last week, and all I’m saying is we have a common enemy. And, uh, it’s not the right time, and I get that, but…common interest, too. You know what I mean by that, right?”

Damian probes, and your cheeks flush as you crack a smile and nod. It’s definitely no secret now you’ve heard it straight from the horse’s mouth.

“I was hoping I was reading things right on that last bit. But…spell things out for me on the first bit, just so we’re on the same page?”

You prompt him further, not wanting to read the situation completely wrong. Damian purses his lips, mulling the words over before he continues.

“If you need an ally, you got one in me. Your situation is clearly done, but you don’t have to go through it all alone. I’m there for you. Rhea, too, I’m sure.”

He reassures you, and despite your pain and discomfort following your ordeal, you muster a chuckle as you give him a determined look. You bring a hand up in front of you, offering it to Damian in the form of a handshake which will surely seal the deal.