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Raven never realized how much satisfaction she could get from watching someone she liked eat something she made. There was something almost enlightening about it - watching his fork slide into chocolate frosting with anticipation. And then the feeling of excitement took over her chest as delight filled Damian’s face. The sensation was almost euphoric.
It was well past midnight, and they were both leaning against her steel prep table, drinking wine from her chipped coffee mugs while eating a cake that the requester had cancelled earlier that day. It was their third official date, and while dinner and a walk in the park had been lovely, there was something comforting about just being here, alone with him. No fancy dinner reservations, no tickets to a play… just them - crowded around a chocolate Happy Birthday Morton! cake - enjoying each other's company.
And Raven was learning how much she really enjoyed his company. Damian could come off as cold and sardonic, but it felt more like he was afraid to let people get close to him. Slowly, he warmed, and he gave her soft, almost shy smiles and gentle conversation. He wasn’t always easy to get along with, but there was still something that drew her to him. Her heart did that funny little flip in her chest, and she leaned forward to take another bite of cake, listening to him tell a very damning story of Tim when they were younger.
Damian met her stare, and he set his fork down, a pale flush working across his dark skin. He looked towards the clock above the doorway and frowned. “It’s… getting late.”
It was. It was almost one in the morning, and Raven was going to have to be back at the shop at five to get started on her day. But, spending a long evening with Damian was worth her lack of sleep.
“Can I…” He shifted and cleared his throat, trying to gather his wits around himself. “Ah, can I walk you home?”
Raven blinked, feeling very confused about his question until it clicked in her head. Walk her home was - on the surface - a way to make sure she got back to her apartment safely. But, Raven didn’t live very far from her shop, and it wasn’t like she lived in the worst part of her neighborhood. So, she knew it was also a question as to whether or not he could stay over at her apartment. Raven felt heat flood her face before slipping down her spine and pooling low in her belly. They had yet to move their relationship past heated kisses, and sly off-handed comments, but she was ready to make that next step. She wanted him to stay over.
Gods, she wanted him to stay over.
“Yes.” She hoped she didn’t sound too eager. She certainly felt eager. Her feelings for Damian were growing deeper every day, and she really, really wanted to turn those feelings into something more physical. She wanted to move past long kisses and almost wandering hands. Damian kissed like a Cassanova, but he hadn’t moved beyond that. Once he almost cupped her breast, but stopped short, and then apologized later. It was infuriating, and Raven was burning . All. The. Time.
“I would like that a lot.” She wet her lips and looked into his eyes, giving him a small smile that she prayed he understood. “Let’s clean up really quick and then we can head out to my apartment.”
“Of course.” Damian helped her put the remains of the cake away, and he took a few minutes to wash the mugs that held their wine. It felt like everything was taking far too long. Raven felt jumpy , like she was going to burst through her skin if she didn’t have him soon. Her heart was trying to escape her chest, as they moved through the streets.
The walk to her apartment took less than ten minutes, but it felt like eons. They chatted quietly about their night, but there was a definite tension twisting between them. It was like they both knew what was going to be at the end of this casual walk - hard, fast, against the wall, sex. Hopefully. Raven silently prayed for it. She didn’t want to force Damian into something he wasn’t ready for, especially after he had only recently gotten out of an engagement. Even if he hadn’t loved his fiance, it still had to feel strange. Raven wanted him to be ready - she certainly was - and if he wasn’t ready, then she would wait. She was learning that Damian was worth waiting for.
Finally they reached her apartment, in a three story historic building that had definitely seen better days, but was still in pretty good condition. Damian followed her through the main entrance and up a set of squeaky stairs to the third floor. He waited until Raven opened the door, and then offered her a chaste kiss and a small smile that made her heart flip.
His eyes practically glowed in the light from the hallway. “I had a great time tonight.”
“Me too.” Raven took a half-step into her apartment, hoping he would follow her. She wanted tonight to continue being great, and it would take both of them to do it.
He smiled again and took a half step back. “Have a good night. I’ll call you in the morning.”
Raven felt her whole body slam to a stop, and she stared into his face. Her stomach dropped, and she stood there, gripping her door frame and staring at him with a slack-jawed expression. He could not be serious. He could not be serious. He just walked her all the way home at ass o’clock in the morning, just to turn around and leave her hot and bothered? Her vibrator was going to get a workout if he didn’t stay. “Are you… not staying the night?”
Damian blinked. “Well… I mean…” Color darkened his cheeks, and he scratched at his jaw, glancing away, like it was painful to continue to stare at her. “I didn’t want to assume that’s what you wanted.”
“Damian, I live four blocks from my shop. I am perfectly capable of walking back home all by myself - even at night. I could have easily said no when you asked me at the shop ten minutes ago. So, if you truly wanted to just walk me home, then there is a definite miscommunication between us.” Raven felt some kind of satisfaction at watching his blush darken even more. Good .
She lifted her eyes to the ceiling and let go of a sigh. “Damian Wayne. I am asking this only once tonight, and you need to answer as truthfully as possible. Would you like to come in and sleep with me?”
“ Yes. ” His answer came out in a rushed breath, like he had been afraid to breathe the wrong answer.
“Oh, good.” Raven dropped her stare back down to his, smirking. “As long as we’re on the same page here. I wouldn’t want to assume .”
“The mouth on you.” He stepped into her small apartment and closed the door behind them, flicking the lock into place.
Raven stepped up to him, her fingers curling around the lapels of his jacket. “I seem to remember you telling me you liked my mouth. Several times .”
“ Hardly .” Damian let go of a low growl and he dropped his lips to her own, offering her a bruising kiss that made her head spin and her toes curl.
She sagged against him, trying to hold herself up as he nudged open her mouth and tasted her. Raven shivered, and she snaked her arms up his neck to twist her fingers into his hair, pulling him close. Gods above. In a matter of minutes, it felt like her body went up in flames, and she found herself clinging to him as he stole kiss after kiss. Her head was spinning, and she was seconds away from pushing him to the floor and crawling on top of him right there - foreplay be damned. She had been trying to keep her libido under control since they started dating - giving Damian whatever time he needed after his failed engagement. But, damn was it hard. She had never wanted to have sex with someone the way she wanted to have sex with Damian Wayne.
When Damian finally pulled back, they were both gasping, hands buried in clothes and hair. His pupils were blown wide and he was swearing under his breath. Raven wasted no time in shoving his sport coat to the floor and started pulled at the shirt underneath, unfastening his buttons at break-neck speed. She needed him naked now .
Pushing herself up on her tiptoes, she kissed him again, her fingers digging into the soft cotton of his undershirt. Damian groaned into her mouth, and his hand slid from her waist to cup her breast through her clothes. Yes . Yes, that was exactly what she wanted. Her back arched, pushing her breast against his hand, and his thumb traced the outline of her nipple. She let go of a whimper and pulled back from their kiss, yanking Damian’s undershirt over his head.
Oh.
Oh heavens.
She was going to put her mouth all over that. Raven forgot to breathe. She had seen paparazzi pictures of Damian poolside, or at a beach, but nothing prepared her for seeing it in person. He was sculpted . All dark skin and toned, rippling muscles. Her eyes flicked down to see a thin trail of hair dip beneath the waistband of his trousers, and she began to salivate. She had never really liked giving head, but fuck , now she wanted to. She wanted to taste every single inch of him. Her eyes dropped lower, taking in the obvious tent in his pants.
Good lord .
Her eyes shot back up to his face, and she let out a panicked laugh, causing Damian to step back.
“Is… everything okay?”
“You’re not real.” Raven ran a hand down her face, and she groaned. “You can’t be real. No human is built like this, has the personality you do, and is somehow stacked. You can’t be hot, charming, and fucking stacked. That’s not fair.”
His head cocked to the side and he stared at her. “You forgot rich.”
She snorted and rolled her eyes. “That’s not even a factor in why I want to ride your cock right now.”
“And I think you’re the first person who has ever called me charming.” Damian was stepping up to her, the severe slash of his mouth tilting up into an almost smile. He was crowding her space, forcing her to take a step back towards her bedroom. Heat was pooling between her legs as she stared at him, watching the fire in his eyes. His fingers slid under the hem of her top, stroking the skin along her waist. “If I’m lucky, I usually get called tolerable .”
“Sounds about right.” Raven opened the antique, French doors leading to her bedroom. Damian kept stalking her, until her knees hit the edge of the bed. “You can be kind of a jerk when you want to - which seems often.”
“Careful, habibti -” The endearment wasn’t lost on her. “-if you keep talking like that, I’m going to find more interesting ways to shut you up.” His eyes narrowed, and he growled, the sound going straight to her clit. She was not going to survive him.
She spoke without thinking, her voice breathy and pleading. “Oh, yes… please .”
Damian lifted an eyebrow, and his gaze swept down the length of her, leaving a trail of fire wherever his eyes touched. “Maybe later.”
Without another word, his hands grabbed at her shirt and pulled it over her head, leaving Raven in her sexiest (most boring and basic cotton) black bra. She reached behind her and unclasped it, letting it fall to the floor. Her nipples were peaked, and she shifted under his hungry stare. Damian was practically salivating at the sight of her, and Raven wanted to moan. She never had someone look at her like he was. It was like he was starving, and she was the finest meal he had ever seen. She felt like he was worshiping her with his eyes alone, and Raven didn’t know what to feel. Except that she really, really needed his dick inside her now .
Another rush of heat slipped down her spine, and Raven knew her underwear was likely soaked through, but she didn’t care. She couldn’t care. Damian reached out and pulled at her jeans, unfastening them and pushing them down her legs, bringing her mismatched underwear with them. His breath hitched, and he swallowed, as though his own thoughts and emotions were too much to bear.
“You’re gorgeous .”
Raven flushed, and slid her hand over her stomach. “It’s all yours… if you want it.”
His eyes shot back up to her face and he stared at her. “I’m going to ask you something, and you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to.”
Her libido shuddered and stalled for just a moment. Of course she’d find the one man in the city who was into weird shit. Great. Her shoulders dropped and she waited for something awkward and uncomfortable to fall out of his perfect mouth.
“Will you touch yourself and let me watch?” He trailed his fingertips down her sternum to her navel. “I want to know what feels good to you. I want to watch, so that when I go down on you and eat you out, I know what I’m doing.”
Her libido was reawakened with a fire Raven had never felt before. Okay. Not weird. Sexy. She was gasping and her eyes lifted to his. That was the hottest and somehow sweetest thing anyone had ever said to her. It also occurred to her that he was fully intending on eating her out. Raven hadn’t had head in far too long, and she hadn’t had good head in even longer. She was praying to every god she could think of that Damian gave good head. Although she’d even take bad head with how wound up she was. Gods . She needed to get off, and soon .
With a slow, eager nod, she sat down on the mattress and propped herself up against the headboard. Damian took a seat on the bench at the end of her bed, arranging himself as elegantly as he could, given his raging erection. Raven licked her lips and spread her legs, giving Damian the perfect view of her. She was probably swollen and pink, and ready to come. He just sat there and watched her, his eyes never leaving her face. Flushing slightly, Raven pressed her fingers against her clit, teasing herself slowly.
She wouldn’t lie to herself. The last few weeks, Raven had imagined him as she masturbated, but this was something different. He was watching her , and enjoying it. Raven’s eyes fluttered closed and she felt her orgasm already starting to boil under her skin. She never knew how utterly erotic it would be to have someone simply watch her masturbate. Her nipples tightened almost painfully as she heard a low groan escape his mouth.
Her eyes snapped open as she heard him sliding his trousers down his legs, and Raven was greeted with the most erotic sight she had ever seen. Damian - sculpted like Adonis himself - was standing in front of her, his massive cock standing at attention. His trousers were fucking magical if they were able to hide that . Raven’s own movements stuttered, and she just stared at him, trying to calculate how in the hell he was going to fit. Her blush darkened even more, and she flicked her eyes up to his face.
Damian crawled onto the bed, and it was a sight to behold to watch his massive form inch towards her. He was kissing up her legs, starting at her ankles and moving upward. Raven felt him nip at her calf and lap at the small bite mark. She shivered as his fingers stroked along the back of her knees and up the back of her thighs to her hips. Swallowing breath, she watched as he bit the inside of her thigh, and she groaned.
“You… don’t have to-”
“I think I know how to get you to shut up now.”
It was the last thing he said before Damian split her wide and tasted her. Whining, Raven threw her head back so hard that she knocked her scalp on the headboard. He circled her clit with the tip of his tongue, tracing the same path her fingers had only minutes before. Every movement was exactly what she had done to herself, but having the heat of his mouth on her clit was enough to make her lose control. Fuck . He was a quick study.
Raven tangled one hand in his hair and she shifted her hips. “ Damian. ”
The sound of his name on her lips seemed to do him in, and he redoubled his efforts, sending her to the precipice of orgasm at break-neck speed. She barely lasted a few seconds longer, before everything drew to a sharp point. Her fingers tightened in his hair, and Raven tipped her head back, letting go of a wild cry. She screamed as sparks seemed to snap along her skin, showering her in light and color and sensation. It was almost too much, but Raven didn’t want him to stop. Damian didn’t seem to want to stop either. He lapped at her, drawing out every sensation of her orgasm, until Raven was a sobbing mess.
“ God you taste good .”
Raven flushed as she watched Damian crawl up her body, his mouth drawing aimless patterns on her skin as she floated back down from the heavens. He curled his tongue around her nipple, and he slid two fingers in her easily, pumping slowly. She groaned as he curled his fingers, rubbing in a way that left her panting and pushing against his hand. In the back of her mind, she realized that there was no way Damian Wayne could be real.
Handsome? Check. Charming? Half check. Built like a brick house? Check. A monster of a cock? Double check. And, he was good in bed? Yes, it was determined, Damian Wayne had to be a figment of her imagination. Although, good on her for being so creative with her imagination.
“You seem to be thinking a lot.” Damian kissed up her neck and nibbled along her jaw, his fingers still pumping in and out of her slowly. He was stoking her fire at a leisurely pace, as if they had all the time in the world. “You should stop thinking and let me take care of you.”
“If I stop thinking, you’re going to make me come and I will never stop. Ever. ” Raven buried her face in his neck, drawing his scent into her body. He smelled of spiced soap, and it made her mouth water. His thumb brushed against her clit in a slow circle, and Raven sunk her teeth into his neck to keep herself from moaning. “Besides, you are taking care of me.”
“Oh?” His voice held a note of distinctive male satisfaction, and he pulled back to look into her face. Deep, green eyes searched her own, as if he found something precious in her. Finally, he smirked and leaned back down to kiss along her jaw. “I am going to use this tactic whenever I need you to be quiet then.”
“That’s-” Her words died off as Damian added a third finger, stretching her wide. She shivered and threw her head back against the pillows, gasping for air. Raven clenched her teeth together, trying to stave off another orgasm, but he wouldn’t let her. Damian seemed determined to have her come a second time, like it was his only goal in the world. He quickened his pace, pumping his fingers with quick, deep strokes. God, he was better at this than she was. Her head was spinning, and she couldn’t make a coherent thought. Raven’s body tensed, and she stiffened as his thumb worked her clit, until-
Raven screamed again, a second orgasm wracking her entire soul. She dug her fingers into his thick arms and rode his fingers through her orgasm, shuddering and gasping as the world seemed to disintegrate around her. Colors were so bright, and her head was filled with a thousand wonderful thoughts. With a shudder, she collapsed back on the bed, tears streaming from her eyes.
“Yes…” Damian’s voice was teasing, and he kissed up her neck again. “ Definitely going to use this tactic whenever I need you to shut up.”
Raven glared at him, trying to think of something to say, but found her tongue completely tied. Damian looked far too full of himself, but she couldn’t muster the correct response. Instead, she muttered, “ No one has given me two mindblowing orgasms in one night.”
His eyebrows shot up in surprise. “No? They should.” He leaned back on his heels and widened her thighs to accommodate his hips. Damian ran his thumb along her, gently teasing her clit. “You need better lovers. You need someone who knows their way around your body.”
“And… you… saw that from me… masturbating?” Raven was trying not to come again, but her body was practically shaking as it tried to chase that high. She wanted to come again. And again. And again . Until she was a complete mess on her sheets, begging for him to make her come just one more time .
“Yes.” Damian slid off the bed and grabbed his pants, fishing out a condom from a pocket. He opened it and began rolling it on, still talking to her casually. “You circle around your clit, and stroke just the top half. You never pull back the hood. You like the gentle sensation, and the slow crawl towards climax. You want it to be just a little rough, but ultimately you enjoy the journey to get there. And when you do get there - fireworks .”
Raven blinked, staring at his face, shocked that he noticed things even she didn’t know about her body. “You got that from watching me play with myself?”
“I’m a quick study.” He hummed and crawled over her, his knees nudging her legs apart.
Raven glanced down at the head of his cock sliding against her clit. She shuddered, and dug her fingers into his shoulder, feeling him press his cock into her. A soft whine escaped as he pushed into her slowly, inch by inch. Fuck . He was massive . She felt stretched to the fullest she’d ever been, gasping and shiver against him. Damian was pressing kisses along her shoulders.
“Sorry… it’s been a long time since I was with anyone.” His voice was low and tight, like he was ready to unravel at any moment. “I’m… not going to last very long.” He groaned as he fully seated himself inside her. “ You’re so tight. You feel so good.”
Raven’s fingernails were digging into his shoulders, and she could feel sparks already snapping along her skin. She wasn’t going to last either. Hell . What in the world was he doing to her? She felt Damian slide out of her, and then shove himself back in, the force of his thrust jolting her. Raven’s spine curved and she wrapped her legs around his hips, muttering every curse she could think of between clenched teeth. Damian’s hands gripped the sheets so tight, Raven was worried they might tear. That was, of course, the least of her worries right now.
“ Sorry. ”
Raven shivered against him, and before she could ask him to explain, she felt him pull back and slam into her again. And again. And again. He grabbed her thigh and hitched it high on his hip as he spread her wide and slammed into her with wild abandon. Every push was like a lightning bolt striking her, and Raven felt herself making noises she had never made in her life. He was relentless. Fucking her hard and fast, and her headboard bounced off the wall so hard that Raven wondered if she was going to get her security deposit back.
Fuck it . It was worth it.
Her nails raked down his back as he forced her higher and higher, climbing past the stars and the galaxies to another plane of existence. Before she could even utter the words, another orgasm overtook her, and Raven’s body shuddered as he fucked her right through her orgasm and into another one. Pleasure coursed through her like a drug, and she was high off of it. Her skin was on fire, her nerve endings exploding, and every muscle in her body felt like she had run a marathon. If there was a nirvana, she was damned sure that Damian Wayne helped her find it.
Damian slammed into her one last time, his teeth sinking into her shoulder as he continually muttered a string of curses in a language she had never heard. He made a deep, guttural groan, like a content wild animal, and shuddered against her. They lay like that for a few minutes, trapped in each other’s embrace, gasping and shivering as they both fell down from a high they had never felt before. Raven whimpered when he pulled from her body and collapsed next to her on the bed.
His arm slid over her stomach and he grinned against her shoulder.
Raven pushed her sweaty hair from her eyes and muttered one word: “ Fuck .”
Damian laughed and nipped at her shoulder, his tongue stroking the bite mark he had made. A soft silence settled over them, and his fingers slipped between her thighs, toying with her. Raven moaned and looked over at him, glaring. She was exhausted, and he was playing her like a finely tuned instrument. The cad. “What are you doing?”
He smirked, the tip of his finger circling her clit. “Give me twenty minutes and I’ll be ready to go again.”
Raven’s eyes widened and she cursed. “I have to go to work in three hours!”
“Mm…” He smiled and leaned down to capture her nipple between his teeth, gently biting. “I can be very persuasive.”
Oh no.
When Raven finally stumbled into work that morning, it was with an hour less sleep and a second bite mark on her shoulder.
Jerk.