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Patrol ended on a rough patch. That was usually the case, but Damian reeked of sweat and blood, whereas you had literally been thrown around and through walls. Still, it had been a relief to see you after your two-week field trip into the Himalayas. Seeing you back in your Batgirl suit reminded Damian of how much he loved to feel you beside him in a fight. Among other things.
As soon as the two of you came home, you raced for the locker rooms. Damian disappeared into the boy's end as you entered the girl's. Being by your side all night only to separate made him immediately miss you, but both of you needed to shower first. That way, your cuddling wouldn't be all gross, and Damian could easily lean over and kiss you goodnight. After the day the two of you had had, that was all Damian wanted.
Tearing his tunic over his head, Damian scampered out of his uniform and tossed it into the laundry hamper. Moving his arms above his head felt like stretching splitting rope. Wincing, Damian dropped onto the bench in nothing but his boxers and sighed. For a moment, he could almost feel you on the other side of the wall, and he envied Jon's super-hearing and x-ray vision. How nice would it be to sense your love, regardless of where he was, surrounding him like an atmosphere of warmth.
(Damian wouldn't mind being able to sense you naked in your shower, either. Just thinking about what you looked like under your costume sent shocks up his spine).
Dropping his boxers, Damian turned into the empty shower hall adjoined to the locker rooms and took the second stall. The warm water was a beautiful relief to his cold bones. Steam filled the room, rejuvenating his skin, and reminded him again of his girlfriend. Her black cape emerging from clouds of steam on patrol was reassuring, a promise of what was to come. Damian didn't know how you were so imposing and so comforting at the same time.
And if Damian was being truthful, you were also so sexy it hurt to think about. The night before you'd left you'd cuddled him bed. How you tucked under his chin and slept in his shirt was sweet and adorable, but the way your lashes fluttered as you first took his dick inside you had left Damian delirious. As much as Damian missed you, he missed the space between your legs, too.
Just the memories of that night made him hard. If he was quick, Damian could pump out an orgasm and get out of the shower in time to intercept the end of yours. One thing you'd taught him about himself is how much Damian loved to dress you; there was something so tender and intimate about pulling your panties back over your hips or kissing your shoulder as he buttoned your shirt. Not to mention how beautiful Damian's beloved was when naked. He loved the soft feel of your breasts in his hands or how stunning your belly and thighs were, especially if Damian was inside you as you felt one another.
Damian took the hard base of his dick in hand and let the water flood down his back as he pumped himself. How on Earth could one person be so enchanting? Even the sound of you moaning his name was ethereal, nevermind the little squeals you made to yourself as he made love to you. He tipped his forehead against the tiled wall, stroking faster, aroused beyond measure.
"Wow," a voice behind him said. "Couldn't even wait for me?"
Damian jolted. "Y/N!"
"I was wondering if I could join you," you said, gesturing to the shower. Your smile was sly.
Without an answer, you dropped your towel outside the stall and entered with him naked. You were already wet, so you must have gotten into your own shower and missed him so much that you came around to his.
Damian's memories sharpened as he admired you, remembering how caring and meticulous you'd been during sex, how high your voice had gotten when he'd tasted you. Just as Damian was looking you over, you licked shower water off your lips. For all your stealth as Batgirl, you were hardly subtle with him.
"I figured you'd be lonely," You said. "I thought I'd come over and keep you company. You seem very... tense."
Damian blushed. "This is not what you think it is, Y/N"
You rolled your eyes. You found Damian's body wash and squeezed some into your hand, smiling at the familiar smell. "I meant your poor back. Turn around for me real quick."
If it made hiding his shame easier, Damian did it. Your hands spread over the aching tissue, applying the soap as you applied your strength, working out the kinks in the handsome frame of his back. Your touch was an instant relaxer. Damian couldn't help but sigh and sink into you. He was aware of how lucky he was to have you as his girlfriend. Just this touch had him daydreaming about snuggling and watching movies together.
"You didn't have to come in here," Damian mumbled. "I would be fine."
Your thumbs unwound the muscle in his neck from behind. "I know that. But your back has been bothering you all night, and I hated seeing you in pain."
The admission warmed Damian's heart. He closed his eyes. Of course you could tell. He was an idiot for thinking he could hide it from you, especially if it risked losing this.
"I love you."
"And I love you," You kissed his shoulder. With your strength, you had easily worked out the worst of the ache in his back. "Anything I can do to help you destress?"
Damian's cock twitched. Oh, now you were just trying to turn him on.
"Ah," you grinned. The soapy hands on his back glided with a deadly slowness under his arms and around his front, where you readily lathered his cock. "How's this?"
One of your hands kept a stiff hold on his base as the other pumped soap along his length, smooth and gradual. It was meant to be seductive, but how loving you were about it just made Damian feel treasured. His eyes fluttered closed when you began to pepper kisses along his shoulder. You made sure to squish your chest against his back, too, which watered his mouth like the smell of dessert.
"G-good..." Damian moaned, "Very good..."
"My poor baby," You cooed, slicking the slippery head of his dick with body wash. "First, you've got your beat-up back, and now this big, long erection to deal with. Good thing I'm around to take care of you, huh?"
And fuck, did you take care of him alright: your hands were pumping him from both ends, now, squeezing, pushing up then pulling down, knowing exactly how to make Damian lose it. The soap made things four times as slippery. That way, your fingers were gliding over the vieny muscle with patient flicks of your wrist.
"Who did this to you?" You cooed, knowing damn well who did. "I think they need to be punished for this."
Damian's chin couldn't decide if it should be tossed back or hung low in his pleasure. He decided on the second option, as it meant Damian's neck was exposed to your kisses and nose-nuzzling. To tease him, your hands would sometimes drop his cock and wash somewhere else, only to inevitably come back around his middle and around Damian's length again. He was proud of how big he was, but comparing the size of his cock to your hand filled his chest with smugness.
Finally, you rinsed your hands and used them to coax the soap off of his skin. The showerhead's pressure felt relieving on his back and teasing on his sensitive length.
"Do you agree?" You flirted in his ear. "Do you think whoever turned you on so much should be punished?"
Damian growled low in his throat. "Oh, I definitely agree."
As you had done before, Damian plucked your bodywash off the shelf and squirted a glob into his hand. Your legs seemed to tremble in anticipation. Now that he was facing you, Damian could see how red you were—you blushed more than anyone Damian had ever met, and he supposed that was his fault.
Creating a lather between his palms, Damian enticed you into a deep kiss. A moan stuttered it's way out of your mouth. With his soapy hands, Damian squeezed and squished your breasts, watching with dark eyes as the soap bubbles disappeared into your cleavage. When the soap was spread Damian washed you off, and very obviously cleaned his hands under the spray where you could see. Niether of you were very subtle. You kissed as Damian slithered a hand down your belly, joined the slick between your legs, and began to tirelessly fuck you with his fingers.
Your moan was soft and lasting, caught in your throat every time Damian's fingers jerked against your clit. The fingers still massaging your breast moved around your back to cup your ass. Held against him, you bucked between his hands and whimpered deliciously.
Between the two shower heads in the stall, Damian pushed your back against the wall. You were shuddering still from the intensity of his fingers. It made you clay-like and malleable, so Damian lifted you by the thighs and threatened the sensitive entrance to your pussy with the blunt head of his dick.
"Please," you moaned, both hands clinging to his neck. You were desperately biting down on your tongue to store your composure. "Please, Damian, fuck..."
The slippery tip of his cock dipped in and out of your pussy with ease. Damian loved to watch how wild your eyes got every time he pulled away, gently running his head over your core. You floundered and gasped. For such a small action, you trembled like a leaf in fall.
"You want me to make love to you?" Damian flattened you to the wall with his weight. When you breathed, he could feel it.
"Mhm," you gasped. You put your face in his neck and nodded. "Love you so much..."
Holding you close, Damian applied the tip of his cock to your pussy, and the second he began to press in you moaned like—well, like you were a pastry and Damian was the filling. To your tiny center, Damian's cock seemed to go on forever. Your pussy was tight and velvety, gripping the wide girth of him in a vice that buckled Damian's knees. Not a centimeter was left unfilled when Damian hit you to the hilt. Any average man would have left something to view in the space between them, but Damian's cock conquered your core like a mixer to frosting.
He watched your expression with delight. Your eyes rolled back and you bit down on your lip to control herself, all because of the liquid feeling of his cock fitting inside you.
"Damian..." You gasped.
"Feels good, Y/N?" Damian gave a teasing buck that caught in your throat. "Do you like that?"
"Missed this," Your cupped his neck and pressed your brows together, gasping in his breath and kissing at his mouth.
Pulling out to the tip, Damian kissed you into the wall and felt your moans slip between his lips as he filled you up again. It was a wonderful sensation. You would react so dramatically with every push and pull, digging your nails into his shoulders and squeezing your thighs against him, all because of your sex. Hours could have passed by with that same pattern. Damian would hold you close and coo his love between thrusts, adoring the squeals and whines that would escape you when your pussy filled out with cock. Your kiss was especially sensual—any moment not drawn out to the fullest was a moment wasted.
You came with a soft jerking of your hips. When you opened your eyes, Damian was studying you with the same intense post-sex stare, dazed and green. It reminded you of the first time you'd had sex, Damian's watching eyes. So deep green and brown. How red he'd gone, seeing you naked for the first time...
Two years had gone by since you'd become Batgirl, and one had flown off since Damian had confessed his feelings for you. With all the work and trauma, you felt more bonded to Damian than ever. Being in his space was your first and greatest outlet for escape from the burdens of life. With him, you'd only ever felt good and painless things, as if your whole life had been spent swimming and suddenly there was an island ahead.
And if you had been comfortable with one another before, you were soulmates now. Damian would pry open with stories behind his scars. He'd even let you kiss them, sometimes, and the two of you liked to pretend that it made them ache less. You worried for a little while that you weren't all that interesting to Damian, but just like him for you, Damian's eyes never strayed from yours.
The girls they saw in public weren't fascinating to Damian. You'd never caught him staring at anyone but you, and that wasn't because he was secretive about it. In fact, Damian was a dumb level of obvious when it came to just how beautiful he thought you were. Each line of your face had been printed in Damian's sketchbook in a dozen different ways, all on the pages he would return to fill out when he needed to stop thinking and just draw. Sometimes you would lie together and all he could manage was an affectionate stare.
As you grew closer, he grew more careful with his affection. He really didn't want to scare you away with how into you he was. Love was a language that (even if he didn't think so) came easily to Damian. Sexy girlfriends were not.
It started with sparring. You were a good match for Damian combat-wise, since your specific styles allowed for you to learn quickly from each other. But now that you were dating, the panting, the touching, the adrenaline... Needless to say, the atmosphere was different than before. Especially since you loved to pin him so much. Half because you fought more with your legs than anything else, and half because the flushed color of his skin is too tempting to resist.
Damian brought his arms up in a block. You struck him back, and taking advantage of his slowness, jumped onto his front and brought you both down hard on the sparring mat. You took the landing so hard that the edges of the mat flew up.
"Ugh," Damian panted. "Was that really necessary?"
"Yes," You grinned to yourself.
You released his wrists and cupped each warm side of his face instead, chest fluttering with pleasure even after all this time. The moment your lips met Damian kissed you back. You adjusted yourself with a soft moan, pulling your weight off him to give him room and resetting it onto his lap. Damian instantly started shuffling and worming around underneath you for escape. Naive, you figured he was just being weird and reassuringly kissed his lips another time.
"Wow," you gasped away from the kiss. Shivers danced up the length of your vertebrae like a game of ping-pong. "I love it when you kiss me like that. Don't stop."
Damian blushed. "Okay."
With a gasp of air, you bent over him and resumed kissing, massaging your hands up and down his chest and shoulders. Damian's knees went shock-still. As you kissed, he half-followed along and half-fumbled for composure. It wasn't totally unusual for him to get all bashful if you were kissing in a risky position. Your excitement was a wild thing too. You would breathe messily against his mouth, sucking air in through your teeth and nipping at his lips, moving in a constant bob that animated your kissing. Your rhythm stroked your hips together. The next time you shuffled up his front to readjust, you resettled onto a bulge so stiff it was painful.
That shifted you frame of mind quite a bit. You let him escape the training mat with his knees pressed together, hiding your face in her hands. Not because you were embarrassed that the rubbing up on Damian you'd done had sprung an erection out of him (well, a little), but... He was... big.
Every training session you had since then, you made sure to wear the same kind of tight shorts that had turned him on so much. After the third time that your snuggling or pecking or Batgirl-ing had turned Damian on to the point of a change in blood flow, you gained the courage to talk about it.
"You shouldn't be embarrassed." You put your hands on his shoulders and kissed Damian's hair, still damp from the sparring he'd escaped from again. "It's not like you can control it, and it's perfectly normal."
Damian just grunted. "Hmf."
"Hmf? That's all I get?" You imitated him. From where he sat on the edge of his bed, Damian still didn't reply, not allowing you to see how truly ashamed he felt. Sensing it anyway, you snuck your hands under his arms and embraced him from behind. "You know I love you. You know it doesn't bother me. So why are you all shy?"
He worked his jaw. Considered you, nose lifted. "I've... never dealt with something like this before."
"Never? Never ever?" You pulled back to give him space. You didn't look too closely at the problem in Damian's pants, but you could feel the intense amount of effort he was putting into shutting things off. "You've never had an erection?"
"Of course I have," Damian grouched, holding back the urge to flex his fingers nervously on his knee. "But it... goes away. Quickly. Not like this."
"Ohhh," You nodded. "You don't masturbate? What do you do when it won't go away?"
Again, Damian gave you the stiffest answer. "I suppress them. But at the moment, that is not exactly working."
You raised an eyebrow. "Why?"
"Why do you think, Y/N?" Damian scoffed, fighting the blush creeping up his neck. "Sitting there in your dress... exposing yourself... foolish."
A sly look crossed your face, eclipsing your own burst of flattery. Damian uttered the words as if you were a curse, always putting up his big no-hugs front, but your Batgirl-senses were definitely going off. He wasn't getting any less turned on any time soon. Encouraged, you crawled so your lips barely kissed his ear and pushed your chest against his back.
"So it's all my fault then, huh?" You mocked quietly. "All of this because I showed a little leg..."
Damian's back stiffened. He growled, "You're not helping."
"I know a way I can, though," you flirted, and gave his neck the slightest kiss. "Do you want me to help you out with your problem, Damian...?"
You made sure to say his name in the slow, smooth way that would result in Damian's extra passionate kisses. This time it had a twice as powerful effect: Damian went shock-straight under your touch and coughed from how hard he was blushing.
"Um," Damian's tone wavered, "Really?"
You kissed his neck again and nuzzled your nose there with giggles. "I wouldn't mind. If you'd let me."
All your affection had worsened his state by a significant amount, so much so that you didn't even have to look to know Damian's boxers were bursting. Nervousness filled out your stomach. It was a hard thing to ignore, but you really wanted to impress Damian—he was always proud of your ability to adapt, so perhaps the same would apply here.
"Have you ever, uh, done that before?" Damian flitted a hand through his hair.
"I've had practice," you pat his shoulders with assurance. "You'd be my first, but trust me, I can handle it."
Lifting his head to finally look back at you, Damian's smile was sheepish and his ears were pink. When you met eyes, Damian's pupils were big and black, glancing the light with an animated shyness. His hand carefully covered yours.
"You don't have to. Really. I can understand how that may be unpleasant. We haven't yet had the opportunity to see one another naked before, so I would understand why you might not want to... to pleasure me, right now..."
With a quick bounce to take up his side on the bed's edge, you smoothed your skirt down and bit your lip as you looked at him. He'd avoided looking at you this whole time, but right about then was when he gave in. Damian's eyes eagerly memorized the line of your skin along your shoulders and exposed chest, and the smooth glisten of your legs through the thin drapes of fabric that made up your dress-skirt.
"You want to see me naked, then?" You asked.
"I mean—I suppose—" Damian floundered, waving his hands as if they could summon his composure. With a jump, he put them over the space between his legs so you couldn't see how hard he was. "If that is what you want. I could never push you..."
"Doesn't sound like you're pushing me," you shrugged. When you stood from the bed an odd noise escaped his throat, and you made sure to wink at him before you locked his bedroom door. Damian's eyes followed you all the way there and back.
"Can I ask you a question?"
Damian seemed to regret changing into his ninja turtles t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants earlier, eyes lingering on the casual but beautiful nature of your dress. A trash bag would have looked good on you, but the color was especially fine against your skin tone.
"Sure," murmured Damian.
"Did you know," you sunk your knee into the space between his legs, "that," you slid your hands across the broad hill of his shoulders and the muscles in his neck, "I don't have," your lips kissed under his ear, "a gag reflex?"
"N-no," Damian sweat, absolutely floored.
"Good throat muscle control, too, so no aches or pains..." said you, touching your noses, "My Batgirl training covers all the bases."
Damian knew that this wasn't actually apart of your training. He knew that he had a very obvious weakness for the Batgirl and Robin thing. He knew that you knew how much he liked your uniform and how you looked in it. You were being tactical about how you flritd with him, and somehow that made it hotter.
The kiss against Damian's mouth was slow, teasing, and giggly. As your lips met and mingled your hand took the leading fingers on Damian's. Guiding him, you showed him how to push the sleeve of your dress off, stopping his pulse and renewing it in the same breath. Paying attention to the kiss meant Damian would experience less of this, so he gave you a lasting peck and pulled off to focus on your state of undress. Courage must have started to drain into Damian, as he lovingly slipped both sleeves further down your arms.
"Incredible," Damian murmured.
You blushed and laughed, "Oh, shut up. It's only my bra."
Again, Damian looked down and blushed. "How are you not nervous?"
You took Damian's fingers and applied them to your pulse, which clattered under your skin like a racehorse. Your gazes met as Damian realized just how you felt, and his softened some. "You don't need to be. I will... enjoy myself either way."
"I know. I'm just trying to focus on how excited I am instead of how scared I am that I'm gonna mess up," you admitted.
"You don't need to be afraid." Damian's hands jumped around for a proper place to hold you, which ended up being under your elbows as you leaned over him. "But... you're excited?"
"Well, let's see," you played with your fingers. "I'm about to... you know, be intimate with the man I love, which I've never done before, and you've never done before. Maybe it's weird, but... I'm actually really happy that I'm your first."
Damian pressed his thumbs into the inside of your arm, massaging there as your gazes melted together. "Me too. There is no better choice but you."
Again, your hands carefully cupped his neck. You leaned down slowly, letting your shadow drape over his face as your nose neared his, and kissed him like you were tasting chocolate. Damian warmly wrapped his arms around your middle and kissed back.
With stuttery fingers, Damian felt his way up your back until the seam of your dress stopped. He hooked his fingers into both sleeves of your dress and pulled down, devouring every new inch of skin with his eyes, mouth instantly watering at the incoming taste of you. After getting a nod as permission, Damian's hands smoothed around your hips until your dress dropped to your feet. Just in your underwear, you were stunning.
Damian blanked. "Uh..."
"You can touch," you reminded, trying your best to smile with confidence even if your arms crossed self-consciously over your chest.
The first thing Damian touched was a Batgirl-scar on your belly. Even just that swirled fantasies in his mind. All the ways you could kiss, make love... All the ways that Damian could touch you, too, which filled out his burden to a painful point. When you didn't protest, Damian continued the exploration of his partner, running his fingers along the sides of your legs and along your ribs.
"TT," Damian said, eyes flicking up to his girlfriend's, "This is unfair, teasing me in such a way. May I?"
Again, you took in a little breath for preparation, then nodded. Damian couldn't help but smirk to himself at your cuteness. To remind you who you were revealing yourself to, he pressed a devoted kiss to the inside of your wrist and then reached around your back. You responded with a pleasant little gasp as Damian stood and took your chest in his hands.
"Do you like them?" You tried to flirt.
"No," Damian scowled automatically, realized his nervousness was making him extra defensive, then blushed. "Alright. Yes..."
You shyly wrapped your arms around his shoulders and kissed him. Damian sighed into your mouth, cupping your face in one hand and treasuring the touch. He'd known you were beautiful, but actually seeing you naked made Damian realize how little he'd appreciated that beauty. Feeling more courageous, Damian bent down and hesitated to kiss your neck, but the sensation was easy to relax into with your hands in his hair. The column of muscle in your throat tasted sweet.
"W-wow," you praised, lashes fluttering. "You're really good at this..."
Damian sucked a mark into your skin and dropped one hand to fondle one of your breasts. The combination made a moan spill from your mouth. Encouraged, Damian dropped both of his hands to your chest and squished them together, pecking around your jaw in a way that made you gasp and shudder.
"And you said you had no experience," you giggled. "There's no way you haven't done this before."
"I am perfect at everything I do," Damian smirked.
A thumb nail pressed into his chin. You lured him into another kiss, pushing in to deepen the passion of it. "Let's see how well I do, then."
Damian stood still in his nervousness, opening his mouth to mumble about being ready, only for you to hook your fingers into the waistband of his pants and lead him to the end of the bed. As one sly shape, you dragged your hands from his shoulders to his hips as you settled on your knees in front of him. He did his best to relax into his elbows. This was hard to accomplish in the first place, but the glimmer in your eye made everything much harder.
"Ready?" You asked, lashes low over your eyes, "'Cause I am."
"G-go slow," Damian coughed. Clearing the stutter out of his voice, he smiled with a shy curl to his lip. "Thank you. For this."
Envigored, you kept your eyes to Damian's and ran both your hands with full breadth over his hips. Each stroke dug your nails into Damian's leg muscle and tensed his over-hard dick. In his pants, it would flex and strain with each breath of his, something you watched with rapt attention. There was enough fabric on his pants to conceal just how big he was. Either way, you hypnotically drew his waistband down under his manhood, and blushed ferociously when you came face to face with the front of his boxers. (To his luck, Damian was wearing the nice silk kind).
"Oh my god..." You whispered.
Damian balled his hands and swallowed. "What?"
"You're... huge," you said, thumbing the inside of his thigh. "Like... fake-huge."
"Yes," Damian blushed. He was incredibly conscious of how close you were to his dick, and didn't dare to move an inch in case Damian scared you away.
Careful, you leaned down and gave his boxers the slightest kiss. It touched the front of his bent cock, and the second kiss was close beside it, just under his tip. Courage woke up in your chest. Meeting Damian's eyes, you dropped down to suck a wet circle around his aching length. The bareness of the touch was a satisfying relief to his needy nerves. He groaned a strangled sound. You probably should've expected Damian to be so well-endowed... His genetics were perfect, so a big dick was plausible. Broad and thick were two words that described Damian well too. In your mouth, Damian was the very same. Hearing the hum your kissing produced from his mouth, you decided it was time to unwrap your package and shook off your nervousness.
"May I?" You mimicked his earlier words, covering his cock with your hand.
Damian had flopped onto his back at the new sensation, looking at the ceiling through his fingers and breathing shallow breaths into his palms. You took the chance to slide a hand up his stomach. There, his abdominals fluttered and flexed wildly, already misty with sweat and gleaming in the low light of the room.
"Yeah, yeah," Damian panted, "Do as you want."
You pushed his pants down around his ankles, then resettled between Damian's strong legs with your hands braced in his boxers. Damian's anticipation flew out of him like a wild horse, so you kissed the stressed muscle above his cock with as much love as possible.
With one tight drag, Damian's cock bounced out of his boxers and smacked heavily against his naval. It was tall and proud and long—just looking at it made your mouth water. Damian really was perfect. His cock looked like a drawing in an unrealistic porno, vieny but not ugly, and when you gave his length a pump the beginnings of his cum leaked onto your hand.
"Woah," You blushed. In your hand, Damian's cock twitched, and above you, it's owner's hands did the same.
"Please, Y/N..." Damian whispered.
You gave his cock two more pumps, applying more pressure with your hand, drawing a real moan out of him for the first time. Damian groaned low in his throat and the sound rumbled in the space between you.
"Good?" You giggled.
"Hnn," Damian nodded mindlessly.
You licked the cum off your hand and up the side of Damian's length. You had never seen him like this... Damian's knees were pressed into your sides, his whole body was sweating, and underneath his hands Damian's neck and face were completely shadowed in red. The nervousness he would hold close to his chest was suddenly written all over him, in the deep cavernous breaths he took and the mindless tossing of his head as your tongue pleasured him. From your angle, you could see Damian's lashes screwed together in two sharp lines of black against his usual composure.
Considering how much Damian liked your licking, you did it again, and paid close attention to his tip. Pleasure radiated from the nerves under your tongue. Kissing, hugging—they were both acts of affection that made things intimate with a boyfriend, but blowing Damian was easily the closest you'd been overall. You could practically feel the hungry buzzing in Damian's stomach as you pumped him faster.
You started gently, taking Damian's bulbous head into your silky mouth and working on the first three inches with shallow bobs of your head. Damian liked this so much that one of his hands jumped down his stomach to stroke at your hair. To be more accessible to his affection, you moved up onto your knees. This accidentally pushed Damian even deeper into your mouth. With your drool-slathered tongue soaking his head and your hand pumping steadily at his base, Damian groaned deep in his throat.
Looking at him shudder and sweat, tasting the warm salty taste of his cum, you felt an overwhelming rush of appreciation. No other girl had ever made Damian feel this way before. All of this, his glistening abs, his soft moans, his huge dick—all of him was yours. The girls who had gossiped to you at galas about how sexy Damian was would never have any of this. Every time a girl with a crush on him fantasized about giving Damian a blowjob, that was all they'd ever get—Damian loved you, had chosen you, and you were going to be the only person who ever made him feel this good.
The thought that Damian was all yours—that you would get to do this for the rest of your lives—made you so wet that you probably should've left a bucket under your spread knees. Your moans were high-pitched and hummed around his cock, which would twitch and pulse under your attention. The arousal in your panties was so rich that Damian could practically taste it.
You tilted your head and wrapped your lips around the side of Damian's delicious dick, flicking your wrist repeatedly to get him off. He tasted like caramel. Not only was Damian crazy fit, but his cum and cock were the perfect combination of sweet and salty, melting in your mouth like chocolate candy.
Since Damian had collapsed onto his back, you were free to give his cock your full attention. After a while, though, Damian fumbled back up onto his elbows, watching intently as you sucked and slurped on the body of his manhood. His buttery gaze spooled around your face, but you could tell he was the most fascinated with your eyes and mouth. You paused to rub his cockhead against the slippery front of your tongue, moaning and letting your eyes roll back at the pleasure of sucking him off. Watching you, Damian's back arched off the bed.
"So good..." You said around your mouthful, winking at him, "Love how big you are, Dames..."
"Y-you do?" Damian choked.
"Mhm," You pressed the vibration of your hums hard against the base of his dick, "Want me do go deeper?"
He passed both hands through his hair, both brows high over his eyes. "You can go deeper?"
On command, you steadied his base and wrapped your lips around his tip, fluttering your seductive E/C eyes shut as you took the whole length of him. Just for effect, you pushed your nose into his stomach. Your throat swallowed and swallowed until Damian's massive cock was stuffing you like cream.
When you came off, you kissed his base. "No gag reflex, remember?"
Floored, Damian froze up at the knees. " I love you."
"You know I love you too," you blushed. His constant praise was so encouraging that Damian made you feel like a pro, and a confident one at that. "But I have to admit..." Your tongue paused to lap at the bottom of his dick, "...I like your friend here a bit too."
"I'm glad," Damian panted, "You are... You are... incredible. Are you comfortable?"
You fit your teeth around the girth of his cock in one bob of your head, then pulled back with pre-cum dripping from her your, and gasped, "I could give you blowjobs for hours."
Had this been a cartoon, a twin set of hearts would pop over Damian's eyes. One of his broad hands lovingly drew your hair out of the way of your work, stroking your cheek with his thumb. "I am enjoying this too. Do you... do you think you can do that thing again? Where you, uh..."
"Deepthroat you?" You finished.
Damian blushed. "Yes."
A nod. You closed your eyes and ran your tongue under the underside of Damian's cock, then up it, then around it and completely down. Damian unreleased like a mousetrap. Sucking hard, you gulped down the girth of his fat cock and bobbed your head on and off the last two inches of him, suckling rough around the very bottom. You hadn't been lying when you told him how long you could go at this—Batgirl or not, you realized that you loved giving Damian head. The sounds he made, the spring and release of his muscle under your touch, the taste and mouthfeel of the length of cock down your throat... Every time Damian stepped closer to his orgasm, you felt a rush of pure love shoot straight through your panties like a shot of adrenaline.
He loved you so much. As you flattened your nose against his stomach, Damian cooed and held your hair out of your face, always the kindest or most attentive in secret. Your closeness was a beautiful sort of wingspan that flew so far beyond the two of you. Watching relaxation seep into Damian's face urged you to take a casual pace, and you roamed along his legs with your hands as you pleasured him.
"Close," Damian touched your jaw.
"Do you want me to..." You pointed to your lips, then your hand, giving him options.
"In your mouth," Damian whispered. He threw a wrist over his forehead, showing off the defined muscle in his arms. "...Please, Y/N."
With a nod and a kiss to the side of his cock, you slowed your pace to a painful point, working his head with slurping and sucking, only to drop lower, and lower, swallowing every inch of his cock with dedicated worship. Your hands smoothed over the tensed shape of Damian's thighs. Sensing him getting near, you moaned low and prepared yourself to get the very last of him. You could only imagine the sight you were. Just looking at you turned Damian on. With your eyes shut in arousal and his pulsing cock stuffing your lips, Damian came with a growled slip of your name.
Trying to keep up with how fast and how much Damian came became a bit too much for you, but you persevered. His cum filled up your throat, but you swallowed and swallowed, milking what had to be a glassful of pure Damian cum. What you didn't manage to drink spurted out of your mouth and pooled in sticky heaps down your chin and into your cleavage. The feeling of him cumming had been so personal and hot that your panties were effectively soaked.
"Good girl," Damian praised, breathless and boneless. His head was tossed back. "Very good girl."
Giggling, you wiped yourself off then rose to snuggle against his side. Right away, Damian's eyes followed you, and his hands opened to pull you close to his warmth. You put your cheek against his chest so each heavy breath lifted your head. Shyly, you played with the collar of his shirt.
"That was..." Damian trailed off. "You are..."
You smirked. "Good?"
Damian smiled. He took your wrist and kissed it, love bleeding from his eyes. "Better than."
But that blowjob had only been the start of things. In the next two weeks, you remembered how Damian would collect you with his eyes, puncturing your stare with one that promised that the favor he owed you was going to be paid in full. He didn't ask you to give him another blowjob, but you offered him plenty of times.
(And... okay. He accepted. More than once. It was really hard to resist you).
That was where Damian decided to make a plan. He wanted to return the favor for all that you did for him. You'd begun to date because Damian had been honest about his feelings, so Damian laid in wait for a moment to be honest with you again.
Said moment came after a long mission. All Damian wanted was to see his beloved again. He didn't need any more than that if you were too tired, but there was no way you wouldn't indulge his desire for backrubs or snuggling. (For you or for him). As he unlocked the door to your shared apartment in Gotham, Damian comforted himself with the idea that you would be there and that the mission was over.
Before that, Damian strode into your bedroom and changed out of his mission's backup clothes and into a pair of cozy sweatpants and a t-shirt. It was those sweatpants that you had first pleasured him in. Thinking about that swirled other thoughts in Damian's mind, and though he wouldn't dare push the subject if you didn't want to, he knew it would be nice to have you again tonight.
Damian found you in the kitchen listening to music. You faced away from him in nothing but a tank top and panties, as beautiful as ever. Sensing him, you set down the pen you'd been writing with.
"My love," Damian greeted. You immediately moved into his arms, welcoming him home with a sweet kiss on the cheek. It was so easy to pull you close and remain that way. "I have missed you."
As you spoke, Damian dropped his brow onto your shoulder. You smelled like brownies and fudge. Good things. "Me too! I know it was only three days, but it felt like forever. Everything go alright?"
"TT," Damian murmured into your shoulder. "As per usual, I was the most competent person in the room. But I suppose it all worked out."
One of your hands smoothed into his hair, scratching the underside of his ungelled curls in the way that always made him bite down a smile. You sweetly stroked his back. "Good. I didn't worry though. Robin always saves the day."
The phrase stirred something deep in Damian. Hearing your assurance, feeling your love pressed in all around him... Damian fastened his arms deep around your waist and pressed your bodies even closer together. It was always you who believed in him first.
"Hm," you smiled into his hair at Damian's closeness. "Guess you really did miss me."
Damian just sighed. Beside their conversation, Elvis was crooning about love and rivers and seas, and the soft melody subconsciously shifted Damian's footing. So used to dancing with him, you nuzzled your nose into his neck. You began to sway.
"What do you want to do tonight?" You asked him.
Damian pulled one of your hands off his neck and held it within his own, using it to direct your dance. But you were too tired for anything too crazy, and just remained there, swaying in each other's embrace as if the sun was setting at your backs.
"Finish reading my book," Damian mumbled. "We could watch a movie, If that is something you would like."
"I've been cooped up watching movies all weekend," you said, and Damian could easily picture the face you might make as if it was printed on the middle of his palm. "I kinda want to try something new. I don't know what that'd be, but... I don't know. You get me?"
Damian nodded, thinking. "I get you."
Swaying, you closed your arm around his neck and leaned into him. Damian realized that would be a good moment to bring up trying something new bedroom-wise, but he didn't want to push you—and, okay, maybe he was also a tad bit nervous. That nervousness could never escape you.
"What's on your mind?" You asked.
Something stirred low in Damian's gut. "If you would like... I know something we could try tonight."
You hummed, listening, which reminded Damian of the way you would pleasure him. In the last couple of weeks, you'd gotten so good at giving him head. In comparison, all Damian had done sexually was receive, which was nowhere near your level of sexual skill. Guilt stirred in his belly. He wanted to do something special for you, but he really didn't want to mess up when you'd been doing so great in comparison.
You asked, "What is it?"
"Um," Damian blushed, "You... you have pleasured me very much lately, Y/N. I would like to return the courtesy."
Your head shot off his shoulder. Your eyes stirred into his, "You want to have sex?"
"I..." Well, Damian's original plan was to kneel between your legs, but now that he thought about it... He had wanted to move forward for a long time. There was no rule against doing both at one time, anyway.
"Yes," Damian straightened his posture, but softened it at the gooey look you were giving him. "I would like to make love to you tonight."
"Well, I should probably take a shower first, just so I can be all pretty for you," you laughed and stroked his shoulders.
Damian fiddled with your hair. "You're already pretty. But I agree. I should do the same."
You had separate showers for the purpose of surprise. You took the shower across the apartment, and Damian spent twenty minutes in your bedroom's bathroom cleaning himself up. He resorted to researching on the internet, which gave at least somewhat-helpful tips for what was to come. As nervous as Damian was, excitement churned in his chest. He honestly had never thought that anyone would ever love him enough to want to have sex with him. Because of that, Damian had cut any chance of it out of his plan for the future. Now that you were in his life, Damian realized how happy he was that he'd never cut you out. Sure, you were his best friend, but you were also Damian's dream girl—his future wife, if he played his cards right.
After eating a snack and brushing his teeth, Damian lit a few candles throughout your room and drew the curtains open. Sunset would be upon them soon. Nerves prickling in anticipation, Damian sat on the end of the bed and waited in his nicest pair of boxers.
A little while after that, when the sun had turned the room soft shades of orange and purple, you drew the door open. Casual as ever, you crossed the room while tying your robe and plopped down beside him.
"Hi," you smiled.
Damian kept his mouth a bare smirk. "Hello."
"So..." you slipped your finger up his elbow. "How do you want to do this?"
"Whatever way you would like," Damian raised his fingers to brush your hair out of her face, admiring her expression.
"Very specific of you," you blushed.
Trying to remember all the things the articles had said, Damian sprayed our facts. "Missionary is usually the best position for a couple new to intercourse. But I am willing to do what is most comfortable. I have also bought these condoms—"
"Hey," you giggled. "Ease up. It's okay. This is me. You're nervous, I'm nervous, so let's ride it out. Anything I should know on your end before we do this?"
"What do you mean?" Damian flexed his fingers over his knee.
"I just want to know if you have any... personal favorites? Sex-wise?" You shrugged, bluntly. "Personally, I like seeing your face, and I really like it when you moan in my ear. You?"
Blown away by your boldness, Damian steeled his limbs to keep them from wiggling around with his anxiety. "Um... I enjoy it when you... say my name. And hold my hands."
At the suggestion, you slyly reached between you and took both of his hands, kissing him soundly on each palm. "Sounds good, Damian."
Heart racing, Damian felt you pull away and stand from the bed, only to hook your knee over his thighs and straddle his lap. His hands jumped around to keep you from falling off.
"Are you ready?" You asked.
Damian shyly nodded.
"Okay, well," between them, you pulled out the strings of your robe and presented them to him. Flirtatious, you teased your nails under his chin. "Why don't you unwrap your present?"
Butterflies filled out Damian's belly. He raised an eyebrow. "Present."
"Yes, your present," you teased. "Go on."
Careful to not create another knot, Damian shot you one more look before pulling the tie free. He blinked in shock.
In his lap sat the most divine creature Damian had ever seen. Underneath the long bathrobe, you were in a full set of matching lingerie made from see-through fabric decorated with hearts. Straps connected your thong to a decorative strap around your waist, and then mesh heart stockings that hugged your beautiful legs. Your bra was also see-through, with cute puffy frill cups that made you look like a princess. With your pretty hair and warm eyes, you looked adorably sexy. You smoothed your hands around his shoulders as Damian gaped at you.
"Surprise," you smirked. "Like what you see?"
Shy, Damian cupped your sides and marveled at the gorgeous shape of your body. "I-I do. You look... enchanting."
That broke your composure. With a blush, you ran a finger next to your ear. "Thank you. I bought this set just for you."
"Do I really get to...?" Damian held your hips, fumbling along your sides. "With you? You really want to spend your first experience on me?"
Sweetly, you turned Damian's chin back toward you. You gave him an encouraging kiss. "Of course I do. I love you, Damian."
The blush on his face would be new to anyone else, but you had a talent for putting one in Damian's cheeks. You had a similar talent for dimpling his face with smiles, and as you cupped his jaw to grin warmly at him, one of those classic smiles took over Damian's face. Lately, you'd realized that Damian was becoming a person that smiled often.
"You deserve more than me, Y/N," he murmured, green eyes swimming with heart, "But I swear that I will do everything to be the best partner I am able."
Instead of saying something in reply, instead of protesting, you squeezed yourself against him. Being in his lap made the embrace even closer than usual, and for an instant it seemed like you were trying to fuse them into one person. Not like Damian would mind.
"You overdramatic dummy," you sighed.
Then you leaned in and you were kissing. If Damian had improved at anything since your first tries at intimacy, it was touching you. His hands immediately seared up your back and dragged you deeper into his lap, waking up his erection between the thin fabrics of his boxers and your thong. When you were close enough to tongue-kiss, Damian caressed up your thighs and middle to cup your breasts, kneading them with enough force for you to moan. The sound tasted like chocolate on his tongue.
He didn't want to be rough. (That sort of experiment could come later). Just before you'd dated did Damian's fantasies kick into high gear, moving from dreams about innocent hand-holding to passionate lovemaking. Damian's knowledge of sex was thin—he didn't watch movies or porn, nor did he talk about it with friends or read books. All he had was his visions of you. He'd thought about being rough before, but all of his best fantasies were long and drawn out, basking in the flavor of your skin, the beautiful flex of your body, the sexy shape of you under Damian's mouth. He didn't want this to be over quickly. What he wanted was for things to last, and what he wanted was to worship your form—to make love to you.
So that was exactly what Damian did. The articles he read mentioned how some women liked to be in charge and some women liked shows of dominance. Damian's judgment dictated that you were a verse; his judgment was confirmed, too, when Damian ordered you to lie down and you jumped at the chance to listen.
In youth, he could never understand why boys or men cared much for women. Now it all made sense. Everything about you was too perfect not to marvel at, and as you rolled onto your back and shyly spread your legs, Damian couldn't look away if he tried. The low light of the sunset illuminated your skin with a healthy glow. Your lashes fluttered like butterflies and your breasts heaved with your chest at every breath. He stepped between your legs and raked his eyes across your thighs and arms and belly. Breathless, Damian licked his lips and crawled on top of you.
"Nice view," you whistled, massaging the raw muscle in Damian's arms.
Through half-lidded eyes, Damian admired your exposed throat and perky nipples. "You're telling me."
Slowly, Damian dropped his lips to your collarbone. Love-marks soon filled your neck, and he loved to watch how every little kiss affected you. Your hips squirmed under him, knees fidgeting against his waist. You moaned deliciously at the affection, "Damian..."
"May I touch you?" Damian tried not to keel in too much at the lovely feeling of your nails coasting his upper neck.
"Whatever you want," You smiled, and winked open an eye to glance at him, "I'm just enjoying how sweet you're being."
Encouraged, Damian dropped his front onto his elbows and pushed the elastic band of your bra over your tits. They were another thing about the opposite sex that hadn't been attractive until you came around. Your breasts were perfect and fleshy, fit with cute nipples that were firm in the cold. In Damian's big hands, they seemed soft and cute.
"Whatever I want. Hm." Damian echoed. "Are you sure about that, my beloved?"
You watched him press a kiss to the skin between your breasts, blushing like a plum in direct sunlight. You giggled, "Now you're making me unsure."
Damian's lashes fluttered closed as he pushed your breasts together to give them a mutual kiss, your nails still stroking his scalp. "Tell me to stop. If you... dislike what I'm doing."
You gave a whimpery, quiet moan, concealed barely between your lips. "Never."
With the sun lowering on one side of his face, Damian wrapped his mouth around one nipple and ran his tongue in a circle around the bud. He popped off long enough to question, "Never?" before giving your other nipple the same treatment.
You gasped, the sound needy and shuddering. No one had ever given your breasts so much attention before. "Not ever."
Pulling back, Damian took a moment to admire his handiwork. You lay panting and blushing on his bed, mesh heart bra pushed over your breasts and Damian's spit shining on your delicate areolas. Your hands opened in a childish grabby motion and you pouted for a kiss. When Damian gave it to you, applying all of his love to your lips, you giggled infectiously and hooked your legs around his hips.
Out of all the features Damian loved in you, your hips and thighs were his favorite. Your kiss deepened. Your tongue wet his lips and then lapped against his own, only to be chased back into your mouth where Damian licked and sucked your kiss to completion. It gave his hands plenty of time to work, so he did as he always fantasized: Damian took your knees and pinned them apart on the bed.
This tilted up the whole front of your hips and flushed your belly to your ribs. For his viewing pleasure, your spread knees exposed the soft line of your pussy through your mesh thong. It was even prettier than Damian had imagined—just like his fantasies, your center was flushed and petite, but new to his dreams with the glistening shape of his girlfriend's slick drooling around her legs.
Damian's mouth watered. "You are very aroused..."
You squealed, "Damian!"
Smugly, knowing how much you loved how bold he was being, Damian smirked, "You said anything."
Your hands flew up to cover your face, toes curling in. Damian kissed your forehead. This seemed to pull you out of your shyness a little. "May I pleasure you, beloved?"
To his delight, you peaked between your fingers at him and squeaked, "...Please?"
At the request, Damian lowered himself onto his knees. Just looking at your pussy made his dick pulse in his boxers. The kissing and touching helped a lot, but it was the shape of his beloved even through mesh heart fabric that really spurred on his erection. With a nod of permission, Damian pushed your panties aside with a thumb and closed his mouth around your heat for the first time.
As pleasurable as the kissing of your skin was, Damian's tongue lapping up your slick had three times the pleasure. You shuddered and mewled under him, hands jumping up to run through his hair as Damian's tongue fucked you, licking and slurping up your slick. Sometimes he would pause to suck the cream off your thighs to drive you crazy. But Damian's mouth would always return to your pussy, where his thumbs would spread your lips and his tongue would invade the heat between your legs. Every buck of your hips sent shocks through the core of his cock.
"Please, please..." You gasped, head thrown back on the bed in ecstasy, "Yes, fuck... feels so good... Dam—Damian, oh, fuck yes!"
Maybe it was because it was your first time, or maybe Damian's talents extended to pussy-eating, but your muscles tensed then unspooled back into the sheets in a messy orgasm. That didn't mean he was through. Damian licked constantly at your cum, his tongue swirling around your clit and gulping down every pulse from your sensitive heat. When you'd finally relaxed into the memory foam, Damian's entire lower face glistened with your slick.
He licked his lips, gasping for breath. Trying to think of something clever to say, Damian smiled at you with his teeth. "You tasted wonderful, Y/N. I... appreciated the dessert."
Just like he had your first time giving him a blowjob, you had thrown both arms over your face and breathed deeply into them. Damian gave you a moment to breathe and wiped his face down with a washcloth.
Behind him, you quietly murmured, "Holy shit."
"Thank you," Damian said, "I think."
"You think?" You echoed, laughing to yourself. You were sitting up when he turned back, eyes intense but honeyed with love. "Get over here, boy wonder. There's no way I'm waiting anymore."
The nickname sent a familiar shock up his spine. Hypnotized to stare, Damian felt his cock twinge at the sight of you. His eyes were drawn by a finger pushing your hair behind your ears, then as that same finger led the rest down your chest, over your soft belly and between your legs. Both thumbs took the strings of your thong in one pluck, pulling them down your legs like an enchantress casting a spell on his composure. If he let his dick do the thinking, then Damian would've sworn that your eyes glowed with mischief.
In his trance Damian had wandered inward. Your eyes met with irresistible magic, and as if commanded, Damian fell to one knee to guide your panties off your ankles. With every inch that it passed over your skin, Damian peppered the kind of worshipful kisses that pressed his nose into your thighs and calves. He was so magnetized to you that control over his hands had been passed to Damian's lust. Reverent, they cupped and squeezed and caressed your sweet-tasting skin, until both palms were cupping your face like a kitten.
"My patience has lasted, Y/N," Damian murmured. Suddenly shy, he rubbed your cheeks with his thumbs. "We have both waited a long time. Are you... ready?"
Even if you were palming his dick through his boxers, your expression bled with adoration. "Yeah. Yeah, Damian, I'm ready."
Damian assured you that he felt the same by covering the upper half of your body with his and closing your lips in a kiss that relaxed each joint in your spines. Contact with other people was always something that Damian harbored a love for. Touching you was especially wonderful, usually cozy or warm, but the skin-to-skin press of your breasts to Damian's bare chest sparked a new sense of closeness between you. It was as if your nerves were Damian's nerves. It was like you had melted into one person, like your hearts had combined into one. This wasn't a feeling singular to Damian, either: your hands came under his shoulders to fasten you together around his back.
You moaned into Damian's mouth. He lifted his brow far enough away from yours to hear you whisper into his lips, "Gonna make love to me, boy wonderful? Gonna make me feel so good?"
Damian growled, "Gonna make you mine."
Something in his tone in his words reanimated you. A long shiver rolled down your spine, and with it, your hands unclasped from his back, wove down the center line between his shoulder-blades and dragged off the clinging band of his boxers. You moaned at the same time when Damian's heavy cock smacked onto your belly.
Nervousness had Damian pulling his hips away from yours, but you needily dug your nails into his sides and dragged him in again. Just to be sure, you gave him a tongue-filled kiss to distract him long enough to knot your legs around his back, effectively trapping Damian on top of you.
"Can't escape me," you smiled.
Damian gasped, nose pressed against yours. "Don't want to."
Your kiss grew heavier. It was the kind of kiss one could only share if he was imagining fucking you senseless, your tongues dragging in and out of your mouths, panting recklessly, lips popping together between mewls and groans of delight. Just looking into your eyes as Damian pulled away from making out told him everything you were thinking: I love you, I love you, I love you.
Readying himself, Damian completely closed his arms under your back and seared your ribs together. In your neck Damian could smell your shampoo and perfume. If he laid there long enough Damian could even feel your heartbeat vibrating with intensity. Locked in the loveliest embrace, Damian knew he wanted to spend his life with you.
You spit on your palm. Damian closed his eyes as you took his cock in hand and pumped it between them, hearing his moans pool into your ear. Your gasp chorused with his when you worked together to press him into your slick, warm, inviting cunt. It had to have only been an inch or two of Damian, but it was the most magnificent sensation—so pleasurable that your head tossed back onto the bed and Damian's anxiety melted away.
He waited for you to seize. He waited for something bad to happen. But all you did was moan Damian's name, toes curling, back arching, pussy tensing around his length.
"Okay, okay," you whispered, biting down hard on your lip. "G-go. Give it to me."
At first, Damian was so turned on that he couldn't properly take in words. Then he remembered himself, and remembered that he was supposed to make love to the girl of his dreams, which made Damian combust just as much as the sex did. Slowly, Damian sunk his cock into your heat.
Looking at you, Damian would have thought that he wouldn't be able to fit. Now, filling out your pussy with more and more of his cock, Damian could tell that you were made for him. After quiet hisses of natured pain, low coos of pleasure were moaned into Damian's ear. Finally, he hit the hilt of you at the same time your pelvis met his, filling you end to end, Damian completing you.
Your nails pressed into the top of his back. "Mmm. So big. So fuckin' big."
Damian admired your ability to be able to speak since his throat had stopped working a while ago. His brain was still up somewhere high because of the pleasure... And the idea that Damian was really having sex with the love of his life. Under him, his beloved was warm and breathing shallow, mewling at the sensation. Your heels pressed hard into the dimples in his back, which Damian figured meant that you wanted him to move.
Not one to deny you of anything, Damian held you closer and began to make love to you.
Your pussy squeezed his cock tight, milking every drop of pre-cum out of him as Damian pulled back. Your slick made liquid noises as he pressed through, squelching and popping, all around about a million times better than Damian's lone fantasies. Damian was slow at first—he didn't want to overwhelm you—but the pleasure begged him to go faster.
So did you. Lips pressed into his shoulder, groaning, "More. More! Oh, fuck..."
On command, Damian slid all the way inside you again, then back out, his cock pressed and pulled on in the most perfect way. The slick walls of your cunt were at perfect capacity. It was beyond pleasurable, lightning rolling up his spine with every thrust, not one nerve missed in the onslaught of pleasure. And what was even better was how loved he felt. Your hand had moved into his hair to stroke Damian's scalp, constantly whispering how much you loved him, how good he felt, how badly you wanted this.
Damian tilted his head and kissed you deeply. He trapped you in the kiss as he picked up his pace, grinding hard into your core, fucking you with his heavy cock, tasting every moan of yours on his tongue like liquid candy. All at once, your shoulders seized and all the nerves in your pussy pulsed around him at once. Damian could feel your cum slickening your pussy even more, making his last tentative thrusts more fluid.
"You okay?" Damian asked.
You put a hand on his chest, biting your lip and closing your eyes. "So fuckin' good. So good. Keep goin', keep goin'..."
As requested, Damian palmed your back with his nails and then drilled his cock as deep as it would go in your sensitive pussy, slamming in again and again, drowning in the sounds of his skin slapping against yours. You moaned helplessly underneath him, brow pressed to his and whining deliciously against his mouth. He kissed you hard, covering the mewls of his name and swallowing them as he thrust into you mercilessly, pelvis grinding into yours to ensure that his cock hit you all the way in. Sparks seemed to fly as Damian's manhood stuffed you full.
And all at once, the fuel in Damian died. His hips gave a stuttery jerk inside his girlfriend, and under him, you cried out. The arms barricading you under him relaxed first, and the rest of Damian came on top of you in a reactor meltdown that just touched down from critical. All that filled the room was the sound of labored breathing.
Embarrassed by his performance, Damian hid his face in your hug. He'd been so into it that he hadn't even considered if you had finished again. As he embraced you, Damian could hear the shallowness of your breath even out to calmer sighs, which was probably a good sign. You seemed to enjoy having a warm pressure on top of you anyway. Like Damian expected, you had sorted yourself a lot earlier than him and immediately kissed at his exposed skin. Soft lips puckered over his tensed neckline, shoulder and jaw, while both of your hands massaged at his sweating back.
"Nng," Damian said.
You pressed your nose into his neck. He listened to the sound of your breathing, hoping you could feel the happiness pouring off him. Just when Damian was working up the courage to ask you how he'd done, you gave him an answer.
A tiny, precious sob was stifled by his neck.
Damian lifted himself off you immediately. "Y/N?"
Warm tears washed down both sides of your face, falling straight down into your hair or weaving into the smile lines worked into your cheeks. Damian had never seen you cry this way. Your entire face was shaped around the happiest smile he'd ever seen. You leaned up to stroke his face, sobbing to yourself as you touched him.
"That was amazing," you choked. "I could feel how much you love me. I l-love you so much. I really do."
"Yeah," Damian said. He tried to sound supportive and sweet when he kissed your hand. "Yeah. That was superb, Y/N. You were... mind-blowing."
You sat up, so Damian got out of your way and sat down next to you. You didn't want him to go too far, though, because immediately you had wrapped your arms around him again.
"Yeah. So amazing," You whispered. "I can't... I can't believe we did that. I can't believe I just had sex with the love of my life."
Damian smiled to himself. "You're telling me."
You moved up onto your knees so you could have more room to hug him, and you did so with both arms around his neck and your ragged breaths drawn into his chest. Damian kissed your shoulder and your entire body melted into him.
"I love you so much," you whimpered. You wiped her tears on her wrist. "I'm sorry. I'm ruining the moment, Dami."
Really, Damian felt more in love with you than ever. You were so strong and powerful and uncompromising as Batgirl, and yet also this version of you, the girl that cried in his arms because she was so happy to be intimate with him for the first time.
"Me too. And don't worry—not at all," Damian mumbled into your hair. After a moment of holding each other, he asked, "Does that satisfy your need to try new things for tonight?"
By now, the sun had mostly set on your bedroom. Through the thin light of the window, you could see Damian's eyes swimming with affection. One big piano-player hand cupped your cheek and cleaned it of tears.
You laughed, "Hell yeah."
And as you laid there that night, curled up in one another's arms and more vulnerable than ever, you knew that you'd remember that moment for the rest of your life.