This is from College Try, if you want to read the rest of it.
Raven felt the press of a hundred different bodies against her, and the smell to match. The fraternity always threw an End of Finals party, but this one seemed bigger than the last. Noise and music relentlessly filled her head. Excitement and relief seemed to be the primary emotion, and everyone there was either drinking to celebrate passing their classes, or drinking to forget their failures. She watched through the window as some of the party spilled out onto the front lawn. A freshman had thought it was wise to try and piss off Connor, but they didn’t realize that under that cheerful exterior, he was harboring the strength of an ox.
Raven winced as Connor punched him in the face before hefting the younger man over his shoulders and immediately dropping the freshman’s body into the front lawn. She shook her head and started weaving her way through the crowd of people, looking for Donna. They had all arrived at the party together, but Donna and Karen somehow snuck away when Raven wasn’t looking, leaving her wandering through a crowd of people she didn’t know. With an annoyed sigh, she slipped under an arm and headed towards the common space, where most people were standing around, drinking or dancing. They had to be here somewhere. They wouldn’t just leave her… would they? Someone drunkenly slammed into her, and Raven stumbled forward, her face smacking into another person’s shoulder.
She winced and rubbed her nose, looking up as the person in front of her turned around.
“You just got here. Don’t tell me you’re drunk already.”
Raven shook her head and looked up into Damian’s face, feeling her stomach tighten and her heart pick up speed. Of course she would bump into him. Memories of their last encounter filled her head, but she tried to keep herself from feeling ashamed. She masturbated, so what? She just… wished Damian didn’t have to know that. Instead she gave a one-shouldered shrug and leaned back on her heels, trying to look nonchalant. “I guess I’m still getting my sea legs.”
He rolled his eyes, but there was a small tug at the edge of his mouth, as if he was trying to keep from smiling. “Well, as long as you don’t go tumbling down the steps at the marina again, I think we should be fine. I’d like to avoid another late-night trip to urgent care if possible.”
Heat crawled up her neck, and she opened her mouth to snap something sharp back at him.
“Although…” He lifted his stare to the ceiling, pretending to think. “I didn’t mind what happened later.”
Her mouth slammed shut, and her blush darkened as she thought about the way his hands and lips felt on her. Raven would have been out-right lying if she said that she didn’t think about their time together every spare moment she had. Their make out session had been brief, but fuck. It was enough to make her wake up in the middle of the night, her legs twisted in her sheets and panting. Damian was one hell of a kisser - not that she’d ever admit that outloud to him.
She feigned indifference. “It was alright.”
“Mm-hm.” Damian nodded once, looking rather full of himself rather than deflated. “Noted. I guess next time I’ll have to try harder.”
Hell. If he tried any harder, Raven really would go up in flames. She managed to keep herself from shivering at the memories, and ignored his banter. There was a moment’s pause between them before she spoke again. “Have you managed to find someone willing to put up with your pompous ass as a roommate for next year?”
“No.” He lifted an eyebrow, searching her face. “Why? Are you officially submitting an application?” There was another pause, which immediately turned into a note of excitement in his voice that he tried to cover up. “Does that mean you got your acceptance letter?”
Raven nodded, a smile breaking through. “Yeah. I just got it today. I guess the two of us will be seeing each other for another few years.”
“Seeing each other?” Damian smirked, a suspicious glint in his eyes. “Is that so?”
“Not like that!” Raven glared at him, knowing he was trying to get a rise out of her. “You know what I mean.”
“I don’t know.” He feigned ignorance and lifted his eyes to the ceiling, as if thinking. “The whole idea could be misunderstood.”
Raven was about to respond when she felt someone slam into her back, dumping an entire cup of cheap beer over her. She winced and turned around to see some drunk idiot stumbling away without an apology, trying to suck the last few drops out of his now-empty cup.
“Shit.” Raven looked down at herself, frowning. She was wet, sticky, and smelled of cheap beer.
“That’s definitely a start to your evening.” Damian looked down at her and laughed, motioning her to follow as he wove his way through the press of the crowd. “Come on, I’ve got a spare shirt up in my room you can borrow.”
She huffed, annoyed as she tried to peel her soaked shirt off her. “Is that a come on?”
He paused and looked back at her, his eyes searching her face for a moment. “Only if you want it to be.”
He was so blatantly honest that it shook her. Raven thought back to the way his lips felt pressed against hers, and the heat that burned between them. Something flared up inside her to the point where sweat prickled along her skin and electricity seemed to buzz in the back of her head. Did she want what he had offered before? The question weighed heavily on her, and she felt her own thoughts waffle. On one hand, she was still feeling uncertain about how quickly their feelings had shifted, but on the other hand… she wanted him. She couldn’t deny how much she wanted him, especially not after she had masturbated to thoughts of him.
Raven followed him up to the third floor of the massive house, where the sounds and smells of the party faded away. As they passed a few rooms, moaning could be heard, and Raven felt herself blush, wondering if that would be them in a few minutes. Damian paused outside his room, sliding his key into the lock and ushering her inside.
Raven breathed a sigh of relief to see Damian’s room was spotless, and smelled faintly of pine. It was an oasis of cleanliness in the otherwise filthy sea of frat boys. She also appreciated that he had a small en suite bathroom, which was probably a perk of being frat president.
“You look surprised.” He walked to his dresser and pulled out a black t-shirt that was entirely too big for her.
“I mean… I would have never pegged you for someone dirty, but I expected at least a shirt or sock on the floor or something.” She glanced around, inspecting the space with a keen eye. “A dirty magazine by the bed?”
“A dirty magazine? What are you? Fifty? That’s what the internet is for.” He gave her a lopsided smile before nodding to the small bathroom. “You can go clean up in there. I’d probably soak your shirt a little in the sink too.”
“Thanks.” She ducked into the small bathroom, happy that it was just as clean as his bedroom, and stripped her shirt off to run it under water in the sink.
As she looked in the mirror, she remembered she was wearing her only lacy bra, and she wondered if she subconsciously expected this. Okay, maybe not expect getting a whole Solo cup of beer poured on her, but maybe she expected to find herself in his bedroom. Her eyes flitted over her reflection, taking in the small smattering of make up on her face and her bra. Her boobs did look nice, it would be a shame to put them away…
Raven chewed on her lower lip as her stomach twisted, and she looked at his shirt still folded nearly on the counter. She could put it on and return to the party…
Or…
Raven felt the rush of the past few weeks slam into her suddenly. Everything from her date with Damian, to his confession of his feelings, the way he took care of her when she sprained her ankle, and their inevitable make out session when he brought her home. He kissed like he knew every intimate detail of her body and was determined to exploit it. She thought about how he didn’t tease her (too much anyway) about the incident with her vibrator. And she couldn’t ignore the way Damian looked at her when she told him that she had gotten into grad school. He looked excited and happy for her, and there was something that warmed her at that thought.
Raven took a deep breath and steeled her resolve as she pulled off her leggings. Her boring, cotton underwear definitely wasn’t sexy, but hopefully they wouldn’t stay on long enough to notice. She took one deep breath and opened the bathroom door.
Damian was sitting on the edge of his bed, glancing at something on his phone. “Are you ready to… oh.”
She swallowed, and tried to look like she had planned this, and that it wasn’t a spur-of-the-moment decision. “We don’t have to go back to the party.”
“I’d prefer it if we didn’t.” Damian stood up and walked towards her, his eyes sliding over every curve as he appreciated her. “I don’t want to misunderstand whatever this is between us, so…”
Raven’s shoulders fell. “I’m standing in front of you in my underwear. What else is this supposed to be?”
“I want to be sure.”
Raven grabbed the front of his shirt and dragged him down far enough that she could kiss him. It was better than she remembered. Heat burned where they touched, and Raven’s hands tightened so hard in his shirt that she thought she might tear it off him. He smiled against her lips for just a moment before he met her kiss with vigor. Kiss after kiss after kiss, until she felt like she was so drugged with sensation that she couldn’t breathe. Her head was spinning and she thought she might be on fire.
Finally, Damian pulled back, his hands feathering up and down her back, drawing lazy patterns. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I…”
Raven’s hands - which had been pulling at the hem of his shirt - paused, and she looked up at him. A bolt of panic speared her heart, and she realized that she wasn’t entirely sure what she was thinking when she started kissing him. Maybe this wasn’t what he wanted. “What?”
“I don’t want you to feel pressured into this, Raven.”
“Mm-hm.” She pulled at his shirt and drew it over his head. “You’re sober, right?”
“Yeah…” He wasn’t sure where she was going with this.
“And I’m sober.”
“And?”
“And this is a decision we’re making as consenting adults. So… no, Damian. I don’t feel pressured.” She let her eyes drift over his sculpted chest, and another shiver slipped down her spine. Dear god. It should be illegal for him to look like that. “Do… you feel pressured?”
“No.” He reached up and toyed with the clasp of her bra. For a moment, he looked like he wanted to say something else, but he decided against it. Instead, he smirked and leaned over her, finally unclasping her bra. “I did mean what I said. I want to make you come - preferably with my mouth first.”
Heat slammed into her at top speed, and Raven nearly ripped her underwear as she shoved it down her legs. “Yeah?” Excitement and panic was mingling inside her to create something she didn’t have a name for, and all she could think to do was goad him. “You have such faith in your skills, Damian?”
He snorted and kissed down her neck, his hand cupping her breast as he toyed with her nipple, circling it with the pad of his thumb. It felt like she was consuming her. He nipped at her pulse, likely leaving a mark. “Are you goading me, Raven?”
“I’ve just never known a man who knows what he’s doing when he’s down there.” She shrugged, her hands trembling as he continued to kiss over her shoulders. “You can talk a good game all you want, but no one has ever made me come like that before.”
“Oh, this is a challenge.”
He sucked gently on her collarbone, his fingers teasing her nipples into tight peaks. Every brush of his fingers sent another wave of heat between her legs, and Raven had to squeeze her thighs together to find at least some relief. If he touched between her thighs, He would find her soaking wet and ready for him. He was definitely better than she gave him credit for, but she would be damned to admit that to him.
His mouth kissed over her chest, and he dipped his tongue into her cleavage. “And what do I get if I get you off with my mouth alone?”
She swallowed, suddenly realizing she was treading dangerous waters. “What do you want?”
“Let me think.” His hand slid up her thighs, and he traced the length of her, pretending to think. “You have to be my roommate while we’re in grad school.” He smiled. “You’re so wet, Raven.”
She blinked and glanced down as he kissed over her breast before lapping at her nipple. He teased it with his tongue for just a moment before drawing the peak into his mouth and sucking hard. Oh. Oh she was in trouble. Electricity skittered over her skin, and she only kept herself from moaning by biting the inside of her cheek. His mouth was hot and rough, giving her the exact amount of pressure she needed, and somehow left her begging for more. She shivered and absently played with his hair. “I… thought you rescinded the offer.”
He shrugged and stood back up, turning her before pushing her back along his bed. “The offer is still on the table.” His gaze raked over her, and Raven felt her blood start to boil in her veins. He shook his head and stopped forward. “You don’t even realize how gorgeous you are.”
She was surprised her blush managed to get darker, but somehow it happened. Raven summoned all the courage she could muster, and she spread her legs, looking up into his face. “Well… I’m waiting.”
Damian growled and he crawled on the bed, kneeling between her legs. “Oh, I am going to enjoy this.”
Before Raven knew what to say back to him, he leaned forward and let the tip of his tongue split her. Oh fuck. She was in trouble. Just one pass of his tongue and she already knew that he knew what he was doing. Raven’s fingers buried into his hair and she shivered as she felt him hook his hands around her hips, dragging her tighter against his mouth. Damian made a noise in the back of his throat that sounded somewhere between pleasure and contentment, and Raven thought she might come from that sound alone.
He used his hand to open her to him fully, blowing gently on her clit. Raven’s hips bucked and she shivered. “T-tease.”
“Yeah?” He lifted his eyes to hers and never looked away as he circled the tip of his tongue around her swollen clit.
Oh fucking god. She wasn’t just going to lose, she was going to die, and he was going to be relentless when he killed her. Desperately she tried to think about something boring - her Chem 101 class she failed. Or-
Her thoughts splintered as Damian wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked. Fuck. She was so done for. Her hand tightened in his hair and she pushed her hips up into his mouth, practically riding his face. Damian took the hint, and he did not disappoint. His lips and tongue worked on her with renewed fervor, tasting every part of her. Flicking against her clit before sliding into her, savoring her. Every stroke made her feel like she was going to explode, and Raven was practically riding his face in seconds, desperately chasing that high. She didn’t care if she lost his bet, she would find a way out of it later. All she really knew was that he was about to give her the best orgasm of her life.
“Damian…”
At the sound of his name, he redoubled his efforts, his tongue a blur against her clit until Raen felt herself careening over the edge. Her hand pushed his mouth tight against her clit and she rode out her orgasm with his tongue stroking her over and over and over. It was like she was being pulled apart before she was thrown back together. Her head was filled with colors and sounds, and it was gorgeous.
Finally Raven collapsed back on his bed, panting.
But Damian didn’t stop.
He kept going, his broad shoulders forcing her thighs wide. His mouth continued to tease her clit, and she felt him slide two fingers into her, pumping with sure, long strokes. Raven shuddered and she whined, feeling her second orgasm start to burn inside her again. Her body was still shaking, and yet the hollow heat was still burning in the pit of her stomach. He was stoking the flames, bringing her higher and higher until she thought her head might burst and every secret thought she ever thought about him was going to spill in the space between them.
“D-damian… you… made your point… I-”
Her words were cut off as he added a third finger fucking her so fast and hard, that Raven was uncertain if she had two orgasms run into each other or he just drew out one for that long. Tears were running down her face, and she felt his pull back just a little, lapping up every part of her like he didn’t want to waste a drop of her cum.
Finally, Damian sat back on his heels and grinned at her, licking his lips. “I can keep going.”
“If you do, I’m going to die.”
“Yeah?” He stepped off the bed and dropped his jeans to the floor, taking his underwear with them.
Raven stared at him, giving a shrill laugh. “You can’t be serious.”
Damian blinked and looked down at himself, confused. “What?”
“Your dick is the size of a goddamned tree trunk, Damian!” Raven found herself shrinking back against his pillows, staring at him. “How in the hell do you think that’s going to fit?”
He gave an incredulous snort and fished around in his bedside table for a condom. Raven noted that he was reading to expiration date, and she wondered when the last time he slept with anyone. He certainly wouldn’t have been wanting for any partners, given his stupid good looks and his massive cock.
“I assure you, I’ll fit.” He rolled on his condom and moved closer to her. “Unless you want to stop?”
Raven glanced down at his cock before looking back into his face. For half a second she thought she might say no. Instead, she found herself wondering what he was going to feel like inside her, stretching her wide and fucking her with as much vigor as he ate her out. She shivered and spread her legs.
“I’m not going to back down from a challenge.”
“Yeah?” He hooked her legs in the crook of his arm and spread her wider, lining the tip of his cock up with her. “Is that what my dick is? A challenge?”
“Well, Mount Everest is a challenge, and your dick is bigger than that so-”
“Raven?”
She snapped her mouth shut and looked up at him.
“Stop talking so I can fuck you properly.”
Before she could think of a comeback, he pushed the first inch of himself inside her. Raven’s hands scrambled for his shoulders, and she tried to force herself to relax. The few guys she had slept with had been average at best. Damian was way above average. And if his performance with his mouth was any indication of his prowess in bed, she was in for one hell of a ride.
Raven felt every thick, glorious inch of him slide into her, until he was buried to the hilt. Her nails were digging into his shoulders so hard she thought she might have drawn blood. Gasping, Raven lifted her eyes to his face and shivered. She swore she could feel every twitch and throb of his cock, and her body responded in kind. Heat burned along every nerve ending, and her clit practically ached. It was like her body knew that her orgasm was going to come quick and never stop.
Damian let go of a heavy breath and he leaned over her. “Touch your clit, habibti.”
There was a reverence to the name, and Raven vaguely wondered what he called her.
“Touch your clit,” he repeated. “Because This is going to be fast and hard and I don’t want to come without you.”
Raven watched as he took a hand from his shoulder and brought two of her fingers to his mouth, sucking on them before he dropped her hand back to her clit. Damian pulled back and slammed back into her. Oh fuck. Raven’s fingers stuttered over herself and she whined, feeling Damian slam into her again. Lightning erupted behind her eyes, and she found her fingers rubbing quick, sharp circles over her clit in sync with his thrusts. One right after the other, until his hips were practically a blur and Raven could feel tears streaming down her cheeks.
She had never felt this kind of pleasure. It was darkness and light combined. Sin and heaven. Everything she wanted and nothing she knew she needed. Her hands dropped away from herself, and she knew in the back of her mind that she was screaming, but she didn’t care if anyone heard her. All she knew was that she was coming, and it wasn’t going to stop.
Orgasms ran into each other, one right after another until she was a sobbing mess. Her body had a mind of its own, desperately seeking out pleasure until it became almost painful. Damian was relentless. He fucked hard and fast, each movement of his hips slamming into her so hard it was almost bruising. But, fuck. She liked it. She wanted more and more. Her nails dug into his back and she met every one of his thrusts, beggin for him to keep going. She was a blathering mess, and she didn’t care. She wanted and he gave it to her without question.
Finally, Damian threw his head back and he roared like some kind of wild animal, his pace furious. Raven watched his face, his mouth open in pleasure, his head thrown back, and she didn’t think a sexier image existed anywhere in the world. Finally he fell over her, catching his weight with his arms. He was gasping and shivering, the aftershocks of their orgasms running through both of them.
A silence settled over them, and Raven could hear the faint sounds of the party still raging below them, but it all felt hazy. The world outside this room didn’t exist, and Raven liked it that way. Shuddering, she let go of a soft sigh and lifted her eyes to his face. “Ah… so…”
Damian snorted and nuzzled her neck. “I think I liked it better when you could only scream my name.”
Heat colored her face and she pushed at his chest. “Shut up.”
“I’m not the one trying to talk during cuddles.”
“Is that what we’re doing?” She gave an indelicate snort. “Because I’m pretty sure you don’t cuddle after that kind of sex.”
“Yeah? Well, I do.” He picked his head up and looked down at her, his eyes dark. “I mean, if it’ll get you to shut up, I could go down on you again.” He grinned, his expression devious. “It’ll give me time for my dick to get hard and then I can fuck you again.”
Raven didn’t think she would survive if he did that, and her expression turned panicked. “I… have to clean up.”
He gave a knowing chuckle, and slid from her body. “Sure.”
Raven stumbled to the bathroom, her steps unsure as she moved into the bathroom. She cleaned up quickly, as she splashed cold water on her face. Staring at her reflection in the mirror, she felt as though she didn’t recognize who was looking back at her. This woman was sexed up, her hair wild and her chest peppered with lovebites. She looked wild and unhinged, in the best kind of way. She… kind of liked the girl staring back at her.
With a soft sound, Raven grabbed Damian’s shirt from the counter and threw it on. Maybe if he couldn’t see her body he wouldn’t be so desperate for it. She doubted it, but it was worth a shot to save her quickly dwindling sanity. Finally gathering enough of her wits, she moved back into his bedroom. Damian was half under the covers staring at her. He smiled and pulled back the comforter in invitation.
Raven stood there and stared at him as she thought for a long moment. This felt so… strange. Things had changed dramatically since their date, and she didn’t know what to think about it. The last four years had been about dancing around each other, trying to one-up the other person, and being nothing less than frenemies. But… Damian showed he was different than he let on. He wasn’t really her enemy, or her rival anymore, he was more like a friend. A friend that knew how to eat the hell out of her. A soft flush worked up her neck again, and finally, she stepped forward and slid under the covers. His room was cold without any pants on, and Raven found herself pressing tight against his hard body - that he hadn’t bothered to dress.
“You know…” His fingers tangled in her hair and he smiled down at her, his expression pensive and soft. “I think I like seeing you in my clothes.”
Raven flushed again,trying to look unaffected. “Yeah? Maybe I’ll take this shirt forever then.”
Damian leaned over her, his smile turning practically evil. “Well, you can borrow any of my clothes when we live together.”
Raven blinked as horror filled her chest. If they actually lived together, she would never stop wanting to jump him every free second they had. “You’re not really going to hold me to that, are you?”
“Yeah. You lost the bet.” He laughed, the sound low and private. “Unless you want to make another wager?” He hiked her thigh over his hip, and Raven felt his fingers slide between their bodies, tracing her overstimulated clit with soft, gentle strokes. He was trying to rile her up again - and was succeeding marvelously. “What shall we wager… if I can make you come in under five minutes with my fingers alone… you agree to go on another date. If I can’t, then I guess you don’t have to live with me.”
“I can’t make myself come in five minutes.” Raven felt her hips already pushing into his hand, and she bit back another whine, determined not to show weakness. But fuck if this didn’t feel amazing. He was playing her like a well-loved instrument. “I doubt you can do it.”
“Yeah?” He pinched her clit and rolled it gently, making Raven’s head fall back on her shoulders. She had been thoroughly fucked just minutes before, but she wanted him again. And, judging by the way his cock twitched against her thigh, he wanted her again too. He shoved the shirt up over her breasts before he bent over and curled his tongue over her nipple, drawing it into his mouth, and sucking hard. Raven groaned and started to ride his hand.
“I… don’t think you…” Raven’s challenge disappeared on her tongue as she felt him bite her nipple. With a high pitched whine, she felt him slide three fingers into her again, curling them in just a way that made her feel like she was about to break apart at any second. His thumb rubbed tight, short circles over her clit as he continued to fuck her with his hand with hard, short movements. His mouth continued to suck on her breast, teasing her nipple until Raven’s head was spinning. Gasping, she drove herself down on his fingers, and clawed at his chest trying to find purchase in the storm that wracked her body.
Fuck everything. This felt amazing.
Her orgasm slammed into her without preamble, and Raven was screaming his name, shuddering as wave after wave of unadulterated pleasure consumed her like wildfire. She had been eaten out, fucked, fingered, and she felt completely and utterly drained. Euphoria coursed through her like a designer drug and all she could do was let it carry her away. Finally she sagged against his plush mattress, and Damian chuckled as he glanced at his watch.
“Three minutes ten seconds.”
Raven’s eyes opened a fraction and she glared at him. “You timed me?”
“Mm-hm.” He lapped her cum off his fingers, as if he enjoyed her taste more than anything in the world. How in the world was that so damned sexy. His soft mouth wrapped around his thumb and he grinned at her. “How else am I going to win this little bet?”
“Shut up.” Raven took a deep breath and let it out slowly. She licked her lips and met his stare as he draped an arm around her, drawing her close. Damian peppered soft kisses over her shoulders before tucking her into the warmth of his body. There was a long stretch of silence between them, and the rest of the world seemed so far away. But Raven couldn’t ignore the tension building inside her. She took a soft breath and let it out slowly. “So…”
Damian hummed a response. “So?”
“What…” She chewed on her lower lip, thinking. “What is this?”
He seemed taken aback by her question, confused that she could even think to ask such a thing. Another pause shifted between them before he spoke, his words careful. “What do you want it to be?”
“I don’t know.” Raven sighed and nuzzled her head under his chin, liking the scent of his spiced soap and sex mingling together. She liked it way too much. “Honestly, Damian. We’ve spent the last four years being frenemies. I thought you were nothing more than a spoiled, rich, pompous asshole.”
He snorted, but let her continue.
“And over the past few weeks you’ve shown me a side I never knew existed in you, and I don’t know how to reconcile all of that. You’re kind and soft, and you think of others often. You’re not the jerkward trying to one-up me in our History 101 class. I… I think I kinda like you, and I don’t know how I feel about that.”
Damian let another silence settle between them, weighing her words and his own carefully. “I have feelings for you, Raven.” He seemed exhausted by explaining to her again that he liked her. “I want to date you, but… you seem unsure. And I’m okay if you don’t want to label anything, we don’t have to. We can keep it easy, but… just know that while we’re whatever you decide for us, I won’t be looking elsewhere for a relationship.”
Raven processed that with a frown. “You want to be mutually exclusive fuck buddies?”
He snorted and pulled back, glanding down at her. “So, this wasn’t a one-time thing?”
“Dear god I hope not.” Raven looked up into his face. “You’re a freaking animal in bed. I haven’t ever come that many times. I’d like to have exclusive rights to your dick if you’re offering. Anytime I need a good orgasm, I’ll ditch the vibrator and come straight to your lap.”
Damian laughed and his hand slid down her back to grab a handful of her ass. “Yeah? Well, my dick is all yours if you come live with me.” He nipped at her lower lip. “But don’t ditch the vibrator. I have plans.”
The way he spoke made Raven shiver, and she swallowed hard. “Plans?”
“Plans,” he confirmed with a chuckle, the sound dark and imposing. “Oh, we’re far from finished. But if I keep fucking you the way I want to, you’re going to be sore in the morning. And I wouldn’t want to cause you any discomfort with my… what did you call it? Dick the size of a tree trunk?”
Raven tried not to think about how his dick was hardening against her stomach, and instead focused on what she could change. “Are you saying I’m going to be doing the walk of shame tomorrow morning?”
“No.” He clicked his tongue, obviously annoyed with her even suggesting that. “Of course not. I’m going to take you somewhere nice for brunch, drive out to the park and take a long walk, make out with you in the car - definitely finger you if you let me - and then I will take you back to your house and have coffee with Donna and Karen. Completely unashamed.”
Raven’s stomach tightened in anticipation. “Wow. You have this all planned out.”
He smirked. His hand was still kneading her ass and it was turning her on again. “Maybe I won’t be able to wait until the park to finger you. Maybe I’ll do it at brunch, and you have to keep a straight face while you’re ordering drinks.”
“I should have known you were kinky.” She rolled her eyes, but her fingertips were tracing his cock as she thought about it.
“Maybe.” He shrugged. “But you’re not saying no. So who’s the kinky one?”
He was right. The thought was delicious. His hands all over her as they sat in a crowded public space. Her mouth all over him in the park. Maybe she’d suck him off in the backseat of his expensive foreign car, listening to his begging whimpers as she gave him the best blowjob of his life. Another shiver slipped down her spine, but she suppressed it, and instead focused on wrapping her fingers around his cock, pumping slowly.
“So… back to my earlier question - what is this?” She tried to remain nonchalant, but the hitch in his breath excited her in the best possible way.
“I want to date you, Raven.” He glanced upward as if thinking, his hips unconsciously thrusting into her hand. “And I wouldn’t mind you as a roommate either.” His eyes flicked back to her own. “But the creamer stays out of the fridge.”
Raven laughed and pushed him on his back, her hand moving with renewed vigor. God he was massive. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” His lips pressed into a thin line. “My house, my rules.”
Raven kissed down his chest, her tongue circling his nipples. He shuddered, a soft moan escaping as her thumb traced the slit on the heat of his cock. “Mm… let’s wager then.”
He seemed intrigued, but his thoughts were obviously clouded by her touch. “Wager what?”
“If you can keep yourself from coming for ten minutes, then I promise no flavored creamer in the house.” She nipped at his nipples.
His eyes narrowed. “You think I can’t last?”
Raven dragged her tongue down his chest, feathering over his abs and circling his navel. “Not when I’m sucking your cock like my life depends on it.”
The last thing she heard was his guttural moan as she took as much of him as she could into her mouth. He barely made it to five minutes. Raven’s jaw hurt like hell from trying to fit his giant cock into her mouth, but winning was worth it.
Our fellow DamiRae fandom, you spoke and we heard. After 6 days, and +300 votes, we are thrilled to share with you the official Prompt List for the first DamiRae Smut Week🔞.
Monday, October 25: Free Day
Tuesday, October 26: Ardor in the Cold
Jealousy || Nanda Parbat || “Don’t forget who you belong to.”
Wednesday, October 27: Spirit of Inquiry
First Time || BDSM || “You’re mine.”
Thursday, October 28: Strange Circumstances
College AU || Forbidden Romance || “We are stuck in a small space together. Oh no, my hand is on your ass.“
Friday, October 29: Bad decisions, good outcomes
Car/Batmobile Sex || Friends with Benefits || “They’re gonna hear us.“ "Then I guess you better be quiet.”
Saturday, October 30: Devotion
Wedding Night/Honeymoon || Alpha/Omega (Omegaverse) || “To love you forever.”
Sunday, October 31: Samhain
Evil AU || Aphrodisiac || “Welcome home, Honey.”
Each day has 2 prompts + 1 dialogue. You can use all of them, both prompts and the dialogue, or just pick one. You will also find in itallics a theme, chose by your mods, that somehow summarized the feels of each day, you don’t have to use them at all!
Remember you can participate in many days as you wish!
On the following days we will be releasing more information such as rules and instructions to have an amazing event. So stick around and any question you may have, do not hesitate on DM us or ask here.
We can’t wait to see your creations! Thanks again for all your help in submissions, votes, and support 🔥
The DamiRae Smut Week will be held from October 25 to the 31st, 2021.
Honorable mentions of submissions that didn't make it are here (prompt) & here (dialogue)
First time writing for this pair but have read fanfics of them for ages now.
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Damian had been in Gotham for a while now, and based on the conversations they’d managed to have, Raven suspected that it would probably be another few weeks until his skills weren’t needed and he could return to the Tower. They’d never apart for so long since becoming a couple. Something she hadn’t realized until he pointed it out one morning when he’d call during her morning cup of tea.
She could try to calling him, but if he was on patrol she wasn’t entirely sure if the call would be answered. They were still setting boundaries, both professional and personal. The initial reason they had taken too long to truly put a definition to what was going on between them before was to not ruffle any feathers, no pun intended.
Raven’s phone went off in her hand, Damian’s name flashing in bold letters. She didn’t hesitate to bring it to her ear, feeling nothing but elation to hear her name fall from his lips.
“Raven.” She didn’t think she’d ever tire of hearing her name when it came from him. She bought her free hand to clutch into a fist over her chest. “Where are you?”
Laying back, she looked at the floor to ceiling windows across from her. “At the tower.” She murmured. “You?” She closed her eyes trying to listen for any background noise to figure out if he had been on patrol or simply back at the manor.
“Home.” He sighed, his voice tight.
“Are you okay?” Raven attempted not to get worked up. Quickly remembering boundaries, if he needed her help, he’d ask. She caught the hitch of his breath, and although they were hundreds of miles apart she recognized the tension in his voice. A minuscule smile graced her normally stoic features. “Are you naked?” She wasn’t going to hold back her curiosity, they’d discussed that.
“I couldn’t help myself.” He glanced up at his ceiling, “I wanted to hear your voice.” Damian couldn't help but be honest, knowing he’d been caught.
“As much as I love hearing from you,” she couldn’t help but try to ignore the heat falling past her stomach “I may just hang up if that’s all you called for.”
“I miss you.” He groaned as he tugged himself, imagining that it were Raven’s hands wrapped around him.
“Are you sure it was me you missed?” She teased, her voice raspy as she tried to figure out if she could continue to hold out on Damian. “Or maybe you just miss not having to use your hands all the time.”
“Are you off tonight?” He needed her, and it was possible that he could have her, the only thing stopping her from opening a portal was him. He just needed to say the words. “Come to me,” he commanded. He couldn’t help but think of all the things he would do to her once he had her in his bed. His tongue ran over his lips when he heard her gasp. As much as Raven likes to be in control of everything around her, there were moments when she reveled in relinquishing full control to him. He could imagine the sounds she’d make, the way she’d taste, and dear god the way she’d feel.
“I have training tomorrow at noon.” She pointed out, not exactly sure why she was making excuses to feel his body against her own.
“Fine,” She thought he had dropped it. “I’ll go easy on you. We can take it nice and slow.” He smiled at her practically sobbing out his name in a silent plea, “I’ll even let you start off by sitting on my face.” Damian heard her breath catch on the line, knowing she was still listening “You can grab my hair and ride my tongue just like you love. Wouldn’t you prefer that?”
Boundaries and their set rules be damed, before she could register her own actions, Raven caught herself opening a portal as she clutched her phone in her grip, the object falling right out of her hand when her eyes landed on Damian, propped up on his bed, dick in hand and eyes on her too clothed form.
