Pairing: Damian Priest x f!Reader
Summary: Damian’s girlfriend loves teasing him, and sometimes she loves the punishment for teasing him, but this punishment?
Warnings: NSFW, obviously, lol. Spanish translations are at the end of the story. I do not speak Spanish, so if anything is incorrect, please let me know and I'll fix it! [thigh riding, spanking, sex, cum]
Taglist: @eddiesrockstargirlfriend If you'd like to be added, please let me know!
Requested By: @rripleyfan. Hope you enjoy!
“Papi, please,” she whines, “I can’t do this anymore.”
“Sure you can,” Damian replies, though it seems he’s paying more attention to his phone than his writhing girlfriend. In fact, both her hands are planted on his pectoral muscles, and she’d give up her first born if he’d just take the damn thing off, but both his arms are bent in front of her, the phone between his hands blocking at least some of her from his view. “I think this one might be my favorite.” He turns the phone so she can see the picture he’s referring to.
It’s the one she sent him a few days ago. She’s wearing one of his shirts in the photo, one he’d cut the sleeves and most of the sides out of. The shirt is bunched in the middle of her chest, her breasts poking out through the huge sleeve holes. She’s on her knees in front of a full length mirror, phone in her hand and in front of her face.
“So sexy,” Damian comments, turning the screen back toward himself.
“Papi,” she breathes, reminding him of the her that’s here now and the precarious situation she’s in. A position she’ll never admit she got herself into, maybe on purpose. “Please? I swear I’ll never do it again if you just let me cum.”
“Oh, we both know that’s not true,” her boyfriend replies. He sets the phone down on the table beside them. “Don’t we?” She chooses not to answer, instead continuing to roll her hips in the most torturous rhythm, bare, drenched pussy benefiting from the friction, but it’s not near enough. “Don’t we?” Damian firmly repeats his question.
“Yes,” she rasps, hands fisting his shirt. Her eyes roll back and her head lolls, tiny bolts of electricity originating from between her legs launch themselves throughout her body and she shudders.
“Because you like it, don’t you? Faster.” She almost misses the command, and wishes she had, but she picks up the pace regardless. “You like when I open those pictures when I’m around other people … isn’t that right?”
“Yes.”
“Open your eyes. Look at me.”
Obeying, her eyes fall on the man under her. Damian Priest. His hair is pulled back, beard immaculate, dressed in a simple black t-shirt, black jeans. She’s made his shirt tighter by clenching it in her hands, consequently outlining every muscle in his broad chest. She gasps, jaw dropping, because sometimes he does that to her just by being beautiful. Christ, she’s not gonna last.
“Now look at you,” he growls, nodding toward the mirror on the wall.
She turns her head, unprepared for what she sees. Damian, in all his hugeness and black wardrobe is a stark contrast to the much smaller, completely nude, woman set atop his right thigh, rutting against his jeans like a horny teenager. His dominance, and the difference in sizes, and Damian’s sexy … everything … is more than enough to shove her right over the edge. She doesn’t mean to fall, but she falls just the same, eyes closing, trembling as the orgasm washes over her. She breathes an obscenity, maybe even her boyfriend’s name, she’s not sure. Afraid to open her eyes, her hips come to a slow stop, pussy still contracting, and her hands release Damian’s shirt. She waits for him to speak, but hears nothing. Waits for him to touch her, but there’s no movement. Not knowing and knowing the expression he’s wearing are equally terrifying, but the not knowing is killing her, and so her lids slowly rise.
Damian is glaring, he’s fucking glaring, like she’s Dominik Mysterio or something, and she knows he’s trying to be imposing, but the man is never not sexy. So while (more) punishment is certainly in order, there’s a small part of her that’s looking forward to it. However, under the weight of Damian’s angry eyes, she begins to curl in on herself, one thigh rising at an attempt to close her legs.
“Over my knees now,” Damian grumbles.
Slowly she stands, still hyper aware of her nakedness, especially when her boyfriend’s dark eyes follow her every move. She hesitates only a moment, but it’s enough for Damian to tilt his head, daring her to resist further. The wet spot she’s left on his black jeans is impressive, as is the small pool of her cum, some of which sticks to her still sodden pussy. Damian licks his lips, shaking his head, and he sits up in the chair, curling his fingers. Though reluctant, she moves with purpose as she crawls across Damian’s thighs this time. She feels the wet spot on her skin as she lies down, careful not to crush her breasts between his leg and her chest.
Damian’s rough palm glides over her soft, bouncy ass cheeks, and she holds her breath as she waits for the blows to come. “Count ‘em out,” he orders before the first slap echoes throughout the room. Her body jerks and she has to readjust her position to keep from crashing to the floor.
“One,” she says. Smack. “Two.”
The spanks become increasingly more painful as she counts higher and higher. She's squirming now, much the same as when he wouldn't let her cum, hands clawing at his jeans.
“En español,” Damian interrupts. She takes a few moments to answer because suddenly she's forgotten what number she's on. By the time she opens her mouth to reply, Damian says, “Let's start again. En español.”
She gets the numbers right this time, without hesitation, but her ass is still raw and she's on the verge of tears when she finally reaches diez. Damian’s arms are around her suddenly and he's standing and she's in the air. He deposits her on the bed, positioning her onto her hands and knees, and she hears the familiar sound of a belt being unbuckled. Completely at his mercy, she feels him slowly enter her from behind, hands gripping her sore ass cheeks to remind her that this isn't about her pleasure. Although she would argue that fact the minute he slips inside her pussy.
“Fuck,” Damian sighs, easily settling into a rhythm that has the bed knocking against the wall. She fists the blankets and presses her knees into the mattress to keep from shifting forward. Damian’s belt buckle digs into her skin because he hasn't bothered to disrobe. “Count ‘em again.”
“No!” she hollers, finishing with a squeak when the man behind her slaps an already sensitive ass cheek. She collapses, chest and face bouncing on the mattress.
“Qué?” Damian replies. He wraps her hair around his fist and pulls her back up onto her hands. She whines, biting her lip, bucking her hips with each of his thrusts, dripping cunt clenching around his cock.
“I said, in English or Spanish?” she corrects breathlessly.
“Eso es lo que pensé,” Damian mumbles. “En español.” He emphasizes with a spank.
“Uno,” she starts at the beginning, learning her lesson from last time.
Damian doesn’t make it to ten before he explodes inside of her. She waits patiently for him to finish planting his seed, satisfied smirk on her lips. He eventually pulls out, and she collapses onto the cloud-like comforter. Damian crawls next to her on his side, and she turns her head to face him.
“My ass hurts,” she whines, giggling.
Damian grins. He traces the tips of his fingers along the warm, pink skin, her muscles twitching from the sensitivity, and Damian nods fondly as her ass jiggles. She loves how it tickles her nerves, calming the angry ones from the spanking. “Well, your ass asked for it,” he says.
“But you liked the pictures!”
“Of course I did. I don’t like when I can’t just come home and teach you a lesson. I had to do a show, take a flight, deal with a layover, another flight, and a drive home. My dick could have fallen off!”
She rolls her eyes. “How do you say dramatic in Spanish?”
Damian growls, jaw muscles clenching. He grabs the back of her neck and their lips collide, and they both know she’ll do it again. It’s only a matter of time.
** Papi - Daddy
** En español - In Spanish
** Diez - ten
** Qué - What
** Eso es lo que pensé - That’s what I thought
** Uno - One
I promise you one thing: no matter what happens out here, no matter what the odds, no matter what the challenge, no matter how bad the odds are stacked against me like tonight...
summary: when a friend’s wedding has you anxious, hook is there to support you as your plus-one.
repost from my ao3, annajays.
“Shit.” You panicked, lips dropping into a frown as you peered down at your phone. A ‘save the date’ reminder image sent by a friend, and with everything that had been going on with you, you’d almost forgotten that they were getting married, and to make matters worse, your date that you were taking had flaked on you and stopped talking to you weeks ago. You shot back a response quickly, hoping it’d suffice, and didn’t notice that you still mentioned a plus one.
Your eyes trailed over the message you sent, taking in the words you typed, and curses had left your lips once again. You didn’t know why you said you’d be bringing a plus one, and despite the fact that your friend was happy about you having a ‘date’, you no longer had one. “What the fuck am I gonna do now?” You angrily sighed to yourself, your hand falling onto your face as you pinched the bridge of your nose, trying to relax.
Though, the sound of crinkling had distracted you more than ever, and you turned to face the noise—Hook standing only a few feet away, in his own world almost with his hood over his head, as he munched away on his bag of chips, only noticing your gaze and he could tell from your eyes that something had been bothering you. And he wasn’t wrong, anyone could see the stress weighing your shoulders down and the frown that refused to leave your lips.
“You good?” He murmured, capturing your attention fully and you had to stop your lips from parting in shock at the sound of his voice, one you never really heard. Hook didn’t talk to many people, in fact he actively avoided conversation, so hearing his voice had made goosebumps rise all over your skin from his tone. You stammered for a second, trying to find the words, but ultimately ended up shaking your head as you took a pause.
“No, not at all, actually.” You said after a moment’s reflection, meeting his gaze. His nod beckoned you to keep talking, his munching not stopping as you spoke and it was enough to make you laugh quietly. “My friend is getting married in a few days and I completely spaced on it, told them I had a date, but the date ghosted me like a week ago and now I don’t have one.”
The look on his face had made you feel silly for freaking out, a piercing gaze from him and it almost felt like you were under a microscope, having him study you. “I don’t see the problem.” Hook spoke bluntly, failing to read the lines and find what had you feeling this way.
“The problem is.. that I don’t have a date anymore.”
He munched in response with a shrug of his shoulders, muttering about how you could just say you don’t need the plus one anymore. And while that was an enticing thought, the embarrassment you would feel is immense and your dignity had already vanished at this point. You couldn’t be mad at the suggestion, though. Hook didn’t know how your friends were; how they had been wanting you to play the field for years, constantly trying to set you up with people, just wanting you to find someone for yourself like they had.
You feared that you showing up to the wedding alone would be more embarrassing than your friend being left at the altar, and though that was ridiculous overthinking, a part of you felt that they’d agree too. “I can’t show up alone.” You spoke somberly, looking back down at the wedding invitation on your phone. “That’s just embarrassing.”
The silence that came after you was almost penetrative, loud enough to burrow in your mind, but oddly comforting. You never looked up, not noticing the look on Hook’s face as he was deep in thought—thinking that he had left, you nearly jumped out of your skin when you saw that he had been standing next to you now, but your body had instantly relaxed when seeing the sudden softness in his eyes. His rosy-colored lips had parted, tongue gliding against his bottom lip slightly before he spoke.
“I’ll be your date.”
You quirked an eyebrow, a laugh slipping from your lips as you looked at him, scanning his features for an ounce of seriousness. His stoic expression stood still, not budging after your laughter, but he was serious. “I’m sorry, I can’t picture you at a wedding.” You snickered, the corners of your mouth curving into a slight smile.
Hook rolled his eyes, understanding what you meant by that, but he didn’t take offense to it. He knew he could be unapproachable and that his body language did more talking than he did, but he knew more about little things like weddings than he let on. “I’ve been to like 4 weddings this year.” He shrugged, ignoring your shocked look as he continued to speak. “My old teammates keep getting married.”
His words left you speechless, making more sense than ever as you would only now remember that he used to play lacrosse. The thought of him playing the sport was one that plagued your mind momentarily, almost laughable how, despite his adept athleticism, he was nothing like the typical lacrosse guys you’d known—that was comforting though, and a part of you figured that his shocking wedding experience would help you relax as this would be the first one you ever attended.
You scanned him from top to bottom, tapping at your chin teasingly as you made your decision. Pointing at his signature black hoodie he had on, a soft laugh leaving your lips. “Do you have… wedding clothes?”
An unexpected smile stretched across his lips, it was small, but lifted his cheeks enough to expose a dimple you never noticed that he had. He shook his head at your teasing, paying it no mind as he met your gaze. “Do you think I just wear hoodies all day?”Hook questioned, and you watched as his smile grew slightly with every word. It was a sight to see, watching as he continued to warm up to you, and it made you feel…good.
You shrugged, feeling the warmth of embarrassment spread across your cheeks, murmuring a small ‘maybe’. He stifled a laugh alongside you, the two of you soon growing quiet again, but this time it wasn’t awkward. In fact, no words needed to be said—he held his bag of chips out to you, nodding at you to take a chip, and you didn’t miss the soft smile on his face when you graciously took one, smiling back at him too.
It was a silent agreement, and when you thought about it later, it felt as if it was Hook proving how serious he was about being your date. He didn’t share chips with just anyone, and the realization had suddenly made you feel more special than you’ve ever felt.
———
“I’m nervous.” You quietly said, diverting your gaze to the rest of the wedding guests around you. The reception was beginning to start, and you watched as other guests began to spread out—grabbing food, dancing, making small talk with each other—it was starting to get a little overwhelming, especially as this was your first wedding you’ve ever went to. You weren’t sure what to do or where to start, feeling a tad bit uncomfortable in such a new environment: it almost felt like you didn’t know how to enjoy yourself.
Hook’s hand grabbed yours, interlocking it with his. The softness of his hand was soothing, relaxation following as the pad of his thumb began to rub the back of your hand. You smiled at the gesture, looking down at your hands interlocked before looking up at him: he outdone himself, and it felt as if you were looking at a completely different version of him. His usually messy hair was washed and styled slightly, his appearance making your cheeks flush with adoration as he had dressed up and left the hoodie at home.
“It’s okay.” He reassured, looking down at you, with a meek smile on his face. He felt just as shy and awkward like you did, but he hid it well; he wasn’t sure what to do either, not knowing your friends and other guests as well as you did, but he kept calm. He needed to, for you.
Your gaze was still on him, trying to find the words, and when you couldn’t find them, you had a different idea instead. You silently dragged him along with you, ignoring his mutters of confusion as the two of you walked outdoors, following a short path that had led you two to a gazebo not too far from the indoors venue.
The confusion on his Hook’s was oddly adorable to you, the slight furrowing of his brows and how his eyes had widened at your spontaneity. His hand never left yours, only tightening as he hadn’t known what you were planning, but if he ever pulled away, you knew that you’d feel empty.
“Are you okay?” Hook asked suddenly, feeling the need to check in on you. The nod you directed towards him had made him sigh in relief quietly, thankful that you were okay.
Your hand was still in his as you laid against one of the railings in the gazebo, breathing in the fresh air softly. Though you could still hear the faint sound of music from the reception, you had still felt at peace with him and the surrounding quiet nature. “Yeah,” You started to speak, nodding. “Just needed some air.”
Hook didn’t need to speak to voice his agreement, instead giving your hand a squeeze. He stood next to you, releasing a content sigh as both of you letting the crashing of waves and chirping of nearby crickets do the talking for you. As minutes passed, neither of you noticed how close your body’s would continue to inch next to each older, your shoulders eventually pressing against each other.
The faint music still played behind the two of you, a soft song that you enjoyed beginning to play and Hook noticed the sparkle in your eye when you heard the first few notes. His other hand stood out in front of you, an invitation that had left you speechless.
“Can I dance with you?”
You took his hand, lips curling into a smile and you avoided his gaze as you could feel that same warmth rushing all over your body, your cheeks incredibly hot from being flustered. The feeling had only heightened when a hand of his laid on your waist gently as the two of you began to sway—your heart pumped quickly when you looked up at him, meeting his soft eyes and the coral blush that spread across his cheeks had made goosebumps rush along your arms.
He never stopped looking into your eyes, making it feel as if it was only you and him on the earth, a moment that could never be replicated or replaced. One that people hope and dream for, a soft scene in a rom-com movie that you were living in. Your head had only inched closer and closer towards his with him following until his smooth lips pressed against yours. You reciprocated, lips flowing and moving with such passion; a soft and sweet kiss, neither of you wanting or needing anything more, just each other in this moment.
You pulled away, at a loss for words, but nothing could change the backflips that your stomach had been doing. For once, Hook’s smile met his eyes, a smile that was meant for you and you only, which you couldn’t help but return. He continued to sway with you, even though the song you liked had already ended, but neither of you minded.
In fact, all the uncomfortable and nervousness you felt before now had faded away from being in his touch. And you were ready to enjoy yourself for the night, no matter where you were, as long as you were with him.
After all of Wardlow’s failures in helping undisputed keep their gold and get Adam his. He assigned him as my body guard when I went out with my friends. Tonight it just so happened that I ended up in the same place as Jay and Bullet Club Gold. I saw them before they saw me, and I went to find Wardlow who at this point was drunk with three women wrapped around him.
I texted Adam
Me:
I’ll be home soon I’m coming in an Uber.
Cole:
I’m already here Beautiful. Come out the side door, I’m waiting by the car.
I followed his instructions, there he was standing in the rain. He looked like he belonged in a movie as the rain fell but his eyes never left me and his smile melted me. He kissed me his lips cold and wet from the rain but his mouth was warm. “How did you know and how long have you been here?” Asking as he opened the door to the passenger side. “Get in and I’ll tell you.” I got in the car completely soaked from the downpour. Adam got in and drove us away. “ I got a phone call, that said that BCG was on their way to the club.. I called Wardlow and he didn’t answer so I came and waited till you texted.” glancing over at me. “ I should have never sent him with you. I sent a bottle over to Jay and asked him to fuck with Wardlow a little bit. So that he thinks you’ve been lost, and when he calls me I’ll handle him once and for all. “ his hand resting on my leg as he drove.
“ I’m absolutely soaked, I don’t think I’ve ever been this wet in my life” as I reached to adjust the temperature in the car. “Well….” Adam’s voice mischievous I clasped my hands over my mouth. “ I walked..” the phone started ringing in the car . Adam held up his finger and I saw it was Wardlow calling .
“Yes” Adam’s tone irritated and hard.
“Boss, I lost her, well I should say she lost me. She’s a sneaky one, one minute she’s dancing with her friends and then she’s gone.” his slurred voice anxious.
“Wardlow what are you trying to say she’s done?” his hand rubbing my leg but his tone ice cold.
“ I searched the whole club, her tab was paid by Jay. I found Jay and he said he hadn’t seen her, which is a lie boss , he paid her tab. He then said get this he said he saw her look around before sneaking out the side door of the club. They seem to think she left with Adam. Boss I think your girl has a side piece.”
“Wardlow , just when I think you can’t be any more of a disappointment, you prove me wrong. You’ve got to be the dumbest son of a bitch I’ve ever met. You actually went to Jay for help and expected the truth. Wardlow what is my name.”
“Adam” Wardlow’s voice irritated.
“You’re a maniacal son of a bitch , you know that. Wardlow I’m with Adam. Playing with my relationship when you couldn’t even think for a second I was with Adam Cole not Page you dumb fuck…..” Adam hung up as I yelled into speaker.
Adam started laughing “ Calm Down baby. I’m more concerned about you saying you’ve never been this soaked or wet before. Clearly my perfectly trained tongue hasn’t been paying enough attention to you.” I choked on his words, I blushed as my mind wandered.
“That’s not what I meant.” As he pulled into the driveway. “ I know these last few months have been difficult and I want to take care of you. I haven’t appreciated everything you are and that you’ve done. I’ve neglected you.” his voice warm. “So we are gonna get out of the car, out of these wet clothes, you’re going to warm up in the shower, and then I’ll join you.” his smile reaching his eyes for the first time in months.
I followed him in to the house, his hand holding mine. Inside I went to the bedroom and he went straight to the bathroom, I heard the shower. I stripped the wet clothes off and left them in a laundry basket, as he came out of the bathroom. His eyes appraising me and his smile turned into a smirk. “Don’t be too long” he kissed me on the nose. The warmth of the water felt so good but my mind turned to Adam. I felt a cool rush of air as he stepped in the shower behind me “I couldn’t wait any longer” his lips on my neck as his hands rubbed my lower back, I moaned as his hands rubbed out a knot. My body already putty in his hands. I turned around dragging him under the water with me and kissed him. The kiss that started off soft became needy and desperate. Adam takes control of the kiss, deepening it, dominating me. “Baby, I’m gonna need us to get out of this shower.” his hand fumbling for the handle . He reaches out the door to grab two towels, he wraps me in the towel as he drapes his low on his hips.
He walks me back towards the bed he moves forward catching my lips in a heated, wet, ravenous kiss. His mouth ate at mine, his tongue stroking deep and fast. I was just as greedy for him, my hand sliding into his hair, holding him by the roots while I frantically tasted him. He cupped my breast in his hand, plumping it, his thumb and forefinger surrounding my aching nipple and tugging rhythmically.
I moaned, turned on and needy. It was unnerving how he could strip away my skin to get into the very heart of me, how his complete command of my body made me willing to do or say anything for the pleasure he could give.
He took his time laying me down as his lips moved down my body. His hands squeezing my heavy breasts, the tips swollen and tender from the long minutes he'd spent drawing on them with slow, measured pulls of his mouth. His silky hair brushed over my skin of my stomach before his hands pinned my hips to the bed.
His head lowered, his tongue tracing the swollen folds. He circled my clit, then rimmed the trembling opening below. My legs spread wide, giving him limitless access. He devoured me, so hungry and greedy. I couldn't breathe for the pleasure. The frenzied licking, sucking and blowing. His tongue plunged inside working me over. He cupped my butt and lifted me, angling me into his working mouth. His tongue fucked me swiftly, the shallow plunges into my trembling sex driving me hard toward orgasm. His growl vibrated against my clit, his pleasure feeding my own.I clutched at his hair, moaning, digging my heels into the mattress to rock against his lips.
"Don't stop," I sobbed, so close, my entire body tingling. “You’re doing so well for me, but don’t come for me yet. I’m going to countdown to one and then give me everything.” his blue eyes darkened with lust. “ Adam I can’t it’s to much it feels to good”my voice barely recognizable . “You’re my good girl aren’t you “ his voice thick and commanding, I’ve got you don’t think just feel.” I nodded my head.
The sight of his dark head between my thighs, the rapid-fire flickering of his tongue, the beauty of his biceps hardened from supporting my weight...unbearably erotic.
He was gorgeous. Everything I'd ever wanted. And the fierce need that etched his face warned that his demands would take me to the edge before he was through with me. “Five” I felt my body tensing, from my toes up my body “Adam, please” he slows his movements edging off just a little bit. “Four” the pressure in my belly, builds focusing on my breathing. His velvety strokes over my clit had me gasping, the need for an orgasm so fierce I was drenched, my legs vibrating from the strain. “Three” his fingers moving faster as he blew lightly on my clit. "Two,Those noises you make," he gasped. “God...they make me so hard." His tongue back on my clit as my body clenches around his fingers as they make the come hither motion against that spot “ One” I came against his mouth my body watching off the bed. He eased off working me through the most intense orgasm of my life. “That’s my good girl, so perfect, so mine.” kissing the inside of my thigh.
He took my mouth, kissing me deeply, his tongue rubbing along mine. He reached between us with one hand, fisting himself and stroking the wide crest through my slickness. I gasped and his eyes darkened, his cheeks flushing as he notched into the grasping opening to my sex.
"Adam," I growled in warning needing him inside me.
He thrust hard, sinking deep in one thrust, as the pleasure pulsed through me, my core tightening on the powerfully thick cock inside me.
"Fuck, yeah," he groaned, grabbing fistfuls of the sheets and pumping that long, rigid column of flesh into my quaking body. The climax began to bloom again, spurred by the rhythmic blows of his pelvis into my clit...the feel of his erection plunging relentlessly.
I writhed, helpless, lost to him.
"That's it, baby." Adam’s lips were at my ear, his breath hot and quick. My nails were grasping at his back, feeling the muscles flex as his body worked to service mine. His buttocks tensed and released beneath my calves, his thighs bunching and powering the drives of his hips. His teeth sank into my earlobe and he groaned. He drove the point home with every plunge, fucking me so thoroughly I couldn't think beyond the need to come again. "Stop thinking and feel, baby," he murmured, nibbling on the corner of my mouth. "Let me make you feel good. That's all I want. To make you feel good." I felt the pressure build, bringing him with me milking him feeling him twitch inside me, he circled his hips one more time, I shattered around him. He thrust more times then released deep inside me.
He brushes the tendrils of my hair from face, as he places soft kisses against my face. My body so thoroughly sated, as his weight pushed me further into the mattress. He rolled off of me, and pulled me into his chest his fingers playing lazily in my hair. “ I’ve been cleared, and I’m going to handle Wardlow once and for all and just so you know I never would’ve believed him. I know what we have.” his arms moving protectively around me as I fall into a deep sleep.
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