#requests?

“How…?” Damian muttered, standing in front of the bathroom mirror and just staring at all the lipstick marks you’d left on him. His hair was a mess, school uniform ruffled from the time you two had just spent in the bathroom stall.

“I swear to god,” he hissed, grabbing a paper towel and wetting it to wipe the marks off. “I’m going to murder you if any of these stay.”

You watched him, as he tried to scrub the lipstick off of his face. As he did that, you reapplied some to your lips. His scrubbing with the damp paper towel didn't work that well. So, you handed him a makeup wipe, and sighed. "It's your fault. You didn't wanna wait at all."

Damian’s eyes darted over to you as he paused scrubbing for a moment. The scowl still present on his face, he snatched the makeup wipe from you and began scrubbing his face with it, though it was still rather ineffective.

“I didn’t want to wait longer.” He muttered, trying to get a particularly prominent mark off. “You’re the one who’s addicted to my touch.”

You rolled your eyes, and fixed yourself up. Honestly, you still looked really good. A little messy, but just enough to where you can pull it off. Damian was the one who looked like a mess. So once you were done, you began fixing his messy uniform.

"I'm also the one who told you to wait after school, Damian. But, no... You couldn't even wait for me to wipe my lipstick off." You sighed, as you fixed his shirt and tie.

Damian stood there and let you fix him up, knowing there would be no point in arguing further. Besides, even he could admit that he was at fault for this one. His cheeks had a faint pink tint, though he would never admit that it was there.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever…” He muttered, grabbing your wrist once you were done messing with his uniform and pulling you close to him again. “Just… be quiet.” He muttered, before placing a kiss on your neck.

Your eyes darted to the bathroom door, as your hands threaded into his hair instinctively. It seemed like he forgot that he said that he was satisfied before we got out of the damn stall.

"Dami... You said you were done." You reminded him, as you started fixing up his hair a little. "Besides, I thought you were mad about the lipstick stains that I left on you."

Damian lifted his head up from your neck, a smirk playing on his lips. You could clearly see the red marks on his face still, despite the amount of scrubbing he’d been doing.

“I was,” he responded, his lips attaching to the side of your neck again. “Now I just don’t care.”

His hands slid down to your waist and started to pull at it. “Just five more minutes…?”

You looked at him, staring at his face for a moment. Then, you smiled. He was adorable when he was covered in the stains of your lips, and still had that slightly messy hair.

You pulled his head away from my neck to look at him. "Mhmm... Five minutes." You mumbled, and pressed your lips against his. Your hands played with his hair, as you pressed my body up against him. "Just a little bit longer should be fine.." You mumbled against his lips, caving into him just like you always do.

Damian hummed, his hands sliding from your waist to your hips and pulling you flush against him. He tilted his head to deepen the kiss, his eyes closing as he lost himself in the moment.

A soft moan escaped his throat, muffled by the kiss, and his hands grasped at the fabric of your clothes, desperate to feel you even closer.

“Just a few minutes…” He echoed, his words no more than a breathy whisper. When you realized that he might take some of your clothes off, you remembered that you couldn't do this in the middle of the bathroom.

So, you grabbed his tie and dragged him into the stall that you both normally used to do things like this. "Mhmm... Only a few minutes, stop talking and make them count." You whispered, as you began kissing his neck.

A smug expression appeared on Damian’s face as you pulled him into the stall, his eyes glinting when he realized what was happening. He wrapped his arms around your waist as you began kissing his neck, a low groan escaping his throat at the feeling.

His hands drifted lower, his fingers lightly tracing along the hem of your skirt. “Five minutes isn’t that long….” He murmured, his voice rough and filled with need.

You looked at him, and pecked his lips. Then, you began unbuttoning my shirt again. The entire time, you made eye contact with your boyfriend. Soon enough, your shirt was fully unbuttoned. You were standing there in your bra, and skirt. Your shirt was fully open, hanging on your shoulders.

"Fuck the time limit, Dami... Just play with me." You mumbled, and connected your lips with his neck once again. Like hell you'd actually stick to the time limit!! You were just trying to play with him, but he obviously didn't understand.

The sight of you half undressed drove Damian wild, his hands instinctively tugging at your skirt. He pulled his mouth away from your neck, his eyes roaming over your exposed skin.

“You’re really going to regret saying that, sweetheart.” He murmured, his voice low and filled with desire. Oh, like fuck you'd regret it!! You'd probably be drooling at the memory of what's gonna happen later.

He pushed you against the wall, his body pressing against yours as he claimed your mouth in a heated kiss. His hands began to roam over your body, his touch desperate and possessive.

As he touched and kissed you, you began unbuttoning his shirt. Your mouth may have been occupied, but your hands worked quickly with his shirt. He was in good shape due to his nightly work with Batman.

Once you got his shirt off, you put your thigh in front of his crotch, giving his erection something to grind against. But, you were more focused on how his lips felt against yours for a moment.

A low moan escaped Damian’s throat as you unbuttoned his shirt and pushed your thigh against him. He started to grind against you, his body reacting wildly to your touch.

His mouth devoured yours, his tongue sliding into your mouth while his hands pulled your hips against him. He continued to kiss you with a frenzy, as if he couldn't get enough of you.

He pulled away just for a moment to speak, his voice hoarse and filled with desire. "You're too damn good at this..." He muttered, before capturing your mouth again.

You laughed against his lips when he said that, then went back to kissing. After a while of doing this with Damian, you've obviously learned what he likes. That's why you was so good at this, because y'all practiced so much.

As he kept grinding himself against your thigh, you smiled against his lips. The fact you could make him act like this drove you crazy.

Your fingers moved to get into his pants, and you moved your thigh away. You didn't want him grinding when you were trying to grab him.

Damian groaned softly as you moved your thigh away, his hands gripping at your shoulders to keep himself steady. He was trembling with need, the desire evident in his eyes.

When your fingers started to undo his pants, his hands immediately grabbed your wrists, stopping you. He looked at you, his eyes filled with an intense mixture of longing and lust. "Don't rush it..." He murmured, his voice strained. "Not yet, not yet..."

Damian's heart pounded in his chest as he fought to control himself. He wanted you, that much was clear from the way his body was reacting to your touch. But he was determined to prolong this moment, to make it last as long as possible.

His breathing was ragged as he looked at you, his eyes dark with desire. "Let me touch you, first." He pleaded, his voice rough with need. "Let me touch you, and taste you, before you touch me..."

Damien is well aware of how you are with cooking 

It’s honestly one of the things that he thinks is very cute about you 

Typically, you let Damien choose the food for your nights together as he is the more adventurous one when it comes to flavors 

However, you guys are going with classic baked mac and cheese along with peach cobbler for dessert tonight

He's a Georgia boy who loves Southern classics

You put some random music on and the two of you move about his kitchen in fluid movements  

Coming together every once in a while in soft fleeting moments 

His broad frame reaching over you to grab something from the cabinets 

You looking over his shoulder to watch while he prepares the fruit 

His hands brushing over your lower back as he moves past you 

Eventually the music comes to a slower song and you two can’t help but shift closer to one another 

He starts humming in a low voice as you two start to sway together 

The end of the song has you both glancing at each others lips 

You start to lean in to one another, your lips are just inches apart 

Then the song changes and the moment is lost

Eventually you both finish up the meal you are working on and move to the couch with your plates

A movie is chosen at random to occupy the silence, although it isn't necessary

After dinner is done, you both grab a blanket to cuddle in for the rest of the movie

Damien pulls you to lay on top of him on the recliner

Eventually his hands start to wander over the front of your body and one hand strays to your chest while the other dips under the waistband of your pants and into your lace panties

He expertly circles your clit as he's done many times before

He slowly enters two fingers into your hole as he starts fingering you from behind slowly and carefully while keeping consistent pressure on your bud using his palm

It doesn't take long for you to reach your peak and you let out a small whine

"Damien" you breathe out

He picks you up and places you down on the couch as he kneels in front of you

"Don't you want anything in return?" You ask confused

"Not tonight angel, tonight is all about you." You certainly couldn't complain about that.

He pulls off your leggings and places delicate kisses on your upper thighs

He places a kiss over your underwear and slides those down your legs as well

He just takes a moment to really look at you and whispers "so beautiful" under his breath

He leans in and licks a long stripe up your slit and leans back slightly to make eye contact with you before placing your legs on his shoulders and leaning back in

He takes your bud back into his mouth and sucks gently

You start to shift in the chair and grab his hair with one of your hands while you use the other to play with your nipples

"harder" you whimper

He merely just hums into your pussy and decides to obey you for tonight

He decides to suck on your bud while inserting two fingers into your dripping slit and curling them to brush against your sweet spot

You clamp your legs around his head and let out a "shit" while you reach your second peak of the night

He gives you a moment before giving your thighs one final kiss and placing your legs back on the ground

He leans in for a kiss and you can't help but revel in how you taste on his tongue

"You enjoy yourself angel?"

"Very much so, you didn't have to do all that you know"

"I know, but dinner wasn't an interesting enough flavor tonight"

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First time writing/posting something like this, pretty please leave any comments or criticism! If there are any fanfic writers reading this, give me all you got!