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Hey @wwereaderinserts you think you could do that with Damian Priest and Rhea Ripley NSFW alphabet too?

Please 🙏🏾💗

So I've gone ahead and done the whole alphabet for this one and I chose Priest, though I did find doing the whole thing a little overwhelming so I will say that going forward I will do one character and 5 letters at a time per request.

NSFW under the cut, MINORS DNI.

NSFW Alphabet with Damian Priest

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) He doesn’t even think about himself after sex until he knows for sure that you’re completely satisfied and taken care of. He’ll check in and ask if it was okay for you or if it was too much for you at all. He’ll hold you afterwards if that’s what you want from him, too.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) On himself, his hands. It doesn’t matter if he’s just running his hands over your skin or groping certain parts of you, he loves the feel of your body under them and how good he knows he can make you feel with them. On you, it’s a tie between your ass and chest. He loves grabbing a handful of your ass during sex if he can, but he also can’t restrain himself from marking your chest up either.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) He prefers to finish inside you, but if you don’t want him to do that, his second choices would be on your lower back or chest/stomach depending on positions.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) He’s definitely dominant during sex, but he has this fantasy of you tying him to the bed and taking your time with him, letting you take control of the reins just for once. You both tried it one time and you used handcuffs. Somewhere in all the excitement, you misplaced the key and couldn’t find it anywhere after you two were done. He was cuffed there for about an hour and a half while you were pulling up videos on your phone to try figuring out how you could fully get him out of the cuffs. After that whole debacle, you both decided to stick to ropes for the foreseeable.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) Oh he knows exactly what he’s doing, he’s very experienced. He could actually probably even show you a few things.

F = Favorite position The crab. He likes having you on top in general, but there’s something even more special about watching you spread your legs wider for him in this position so he can watch himself moving in and out of you. Being able to see just how much he’s splitting you open does it for him.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) He knows how to have a laugh in the moment, of course, so he’s not strictly serious, but this man also means business. He’s not satisfied until your legs are shaking and you’re completely fucked out.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) He definitely keeps it well maintained down there. Trimmed rather low, maybe even clean shaven if the mood takes him.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) He can be rather intimate at times if it’s not just a quickie. There’s near constant eye contact, he’s whispering sweet nothings in your ear, kissing you so passionately to the point of taking your breath away.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) Even before you got together, it wasn’t really all that frequent, so nothing has really changed there. He can go for a fair amount of time without because he’d rather get all his pent up energy out when he gets the chance to be with you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) Knife play. He’s not above taking one from his collection of weapons to use on you, not to scratch or anything more than that, but just for you to feel the sensation of it against your skin if he’s not using it to rip your underwear off. If he cools it off or heats it up slightly too? Whole different ball game from that sensation. Though if that’s a definite no from you, he’s not going to try convincing you to try it at all and he respects that.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do) Prefers keeping things private in the setting of your home or your hotel room if you’re on the road, but he’s not against finding a secluded spot and going for it with you in the car either if neither of you can wait any longer.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) If he’s not totally beat after a long day, being upfront with him about what you want and that it’s him who you want it from is enough to get him going, whether it’s telling him directly or him walking in on you, spread out, ready and waiting there for him. Nine times out of ten, this man is gonna pounce.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) He’s pretty open minded, but he’d never do anything that you didn’t want to do or anything that crosses your boundaries, nor would he hurt you in any way.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) He likes receiving too, but he’s giving for his pleasure as well as your own. Give this man the chance to bury his face between your thighs and it’s like something snaps inside him, and he can’t get enough.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) It depends on what mood he’s in. If it’s a quickie or if it’s been a while and he can’t wait to have you, he’s fast and a little rough with it. But if you two have the time to yourselves, he’s taking it slow and sensual with you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) He doesn’t mind them. He’d much rather be able to take his time with you, but he won’t turn down the opportunity for one if you’re also up for it. Even though it’s just a quickie, he’ll still leave you utterly satisfied.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) He’s up to experiment a little bit if you are, though there probably isn’t much left that he hasn’t already tried at this point.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) He knows how to pace himself, so he easily has two rounds in him at the very least which last quite a while.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) He doesn’t personally own any himself, but he’s more than willing to use yours on you if you own any. He’s not opposed to them at all, he finds that it makes things even more fun.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) He does like to tease a fair bit. He likes you pent up and begging for him. It makes all the build up all the more satisfying when you fully get your hands on each other that way.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) He’s more of a grunter and a groaner, but you’ll be able to drag the odd moan out of him as well. He gets quite vocal too and he 100% will talk you through it, praises you, asks you how it feels, tells you that you’re taking him well, etc.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) He might be a little obsessed with the size difference between you both…in many ways. He loves the way he towers over you, the way you drown in his shirts when you slip one on, how his hands dwarf yours, the way he can easily overpower you in bed, how you struggle to take all of him sometimes…the list goes on.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) He’s a big boy. He’s on the thicker side, and his length isn’t anything to turn your nose up at either, so it’s probably a little intimidating to look at first off. I’d say he’s probably 7 inches in length at the very least. Has a few prominent veins and curves slightly to the right.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) It’s not ridiculously high. He can survive without his fill of you for a little bit if you’re both busy, but he definitely doesn’t take much convincing to get down to it and it’s usually him that’s the instigator.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) He’ll intentionally stay awake for a bit, just to make sure that you don’t need anything else from him at all. Even then, he doesn’t fall asleep easily after sex, unless you absentmindedly play with his hair while you two are cuddling together afterwards

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Would you please do dating headcanon with Damian Priest? Please.

Sincerely,

@terrortwinunicorn

Hooo boy I physically had to stop myself from writing more and more for this one, I was locked and loaded lmao

Dating Damian Priest

First things first - this man is absolutely massive so height difference

He’s definitely jokingly used the top of your head as an armrest a handful of times while you’re hanging around friends or family

You’re almost permanently a passenger princess whenever you two go out anywhere together

And Damian loves to rest his free hand on your knee or thigh while he’s driving along

He lets you have full control of the road music when the mood takes him - naturally, you sneak in a song you know he doesn’t like just so you can see his reaction

He’ll shoot you daggers for a split second before he laughs along with you

You’ve definitely ‘borrowed’ one or two of Damian’s shirts or hoodies, even if they’re ever so slightly oversized on you

And you’ve purposefully forgotten to give them back to him

When they stop smelling of him, then you’ll give them back

But not without stealing another two to replace them, right?

Damian gives the best hugs, you just know it

You manage to rope him into taking part in whatever latest couple’s trends videos are going viral

He’s a willing participant and it takes everything in you both not to break out into laughter when you’re recording

It usually takes a good few attempts until you manage to get a shot where neither of you are noticeably laughing

And in turn, he manages to rope you into baking with him when you both have the time

But if you’re busy and Damian’s the one with a little free time, he definitely surprises you with your favourite baked goods to come home to

You’re obsessed with looking over his tattoos when the opportunity arises

And speaking of tattoos, one of you convinces the other to get matching tattoos one day

Nothing too big or noticeable - more just something that only the two of you need to know about

If you’re into the same music as he is, you definitely tag along with him to gigs

You’re his biggest fan and you always have been, and that’ll never change anytime soon

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Can I request Fem!reader develops a crush on Damian Priest & assures TJD 2.0 that she’s just messing around. But when her infatuation with Priest causes Dom to suffer a minor injury in the ring, reader ends up suffering the consequences the next week when Liv replaces her with Raquel Rodriguez who attacks the reader.

A/N: First of all, I'm well aware that this took about 3 months to complete and I'm so sorry about the wait. I've not had much time to myself whatsoever in recent months but I'm trying my best to slowly ease back into writing! Title: Forgive and Forget Pairing: Damian Priest x Fem!Reader Word Count: 2,021

No matter how much you’ve reassured the rest of the group that your blossoming crush on Damian is absolutely nothing to be worried about, it’s becoming increasingly harder to try hiding from them all as time marches on. 

Vehemently denying it as much as you have been has only made your feelings grow stronger over the weeks, like the forbidden nature of it all has only made you want to pursue things with Damian even more despite knowing that you will never be able to, unless you want your faction members on your case even more than they already have been as of late.

“Guys, come on, stop looking at me like that!” you laugh and glance around at them all, “How many times do I need to tell you all, it’s nothing serious with Priest. It’s just a bit of fun! Nothing to worry about, and it won’t get in the way of tonight, either.”

“It’d better not, because if things start looking like they’re going sideways for Dom tonight, you’re going out there to help him out. Distract Priest, slide a chair to Dom if you need to, just…do whatever it takes to throw him off his game if it comes to it.”

Liv is crystal clear with you, her icy eyes not leaving yours while Dom stands right by her side, his arm linked with hers as he nods in agreement. You look amongst them all, and your brows knit together, bemused as you really start to mull things over.

Any one of them could go out to help Dom, whether it’s JD, Carlito, Finn, even Liv herself. Yet here they are, asking you specifically. You fold your arms and quirk a brow at each of them before you find your voice.

“Why not have one of the guys go out instead? Why ask me?”

You question Liv, to which she guffaws and momentarily steps away from Dom’s side, bringing herself face to face with you. The smile gradually fades away from her face, being replaced with a stone cold serious expression instead as she stares right through you.

“Because…consider it a kind of test for you. That your loyalties really do lie with us, and you’re not actually gonna do anything stupid like entertain the idea of Damian.”

Throughout the rest of the night, those words ring through your mind as each segment and match comes and goes, practically playing on an infinite loop when you’re watching Dom’s match against Damian happening in real time.

It all started off promising for Dom, but now it’s evident that Priest has the upper hand in the match. You watch every move of theirs, your palms now growing clammy at the feeling of your faction members’ eyes burning holes in the back of your head as things definitely start to turn sideways.

“Aren’t you gonna go out and help Dom? Y’know, like I told you to earlier?”

Liv asks, louder than necessary, making a point of prompting you while the others nod and murmur in agreement. You exhale to the point where you’re sure you’ll deflate, but when you don’t make any further moves, Liv nudges you with her elbow, harshly.

“Did I stutter? Get your ass out there!”

She demands, and by some miracle, you manage to hold your tongue before you make your move to head out onto the stage. You choose to ignore the crowd reactions and focus on jogging down the ramp to Dom’s aid instead, even though you don’t quite have a game plan as to how to help him just yet.

“Dom, I’m here! Whatever you need, you got it!” You call to him when you reach ringside, leaning against the apron while you grab his attention. Dom rolls onto his side from where he’s laying on the mat, giving you a nod of acknowledgement, and once he does, it’s almost as if it’s a pass of sorts to let your attention wander just for a second.

Your gaze drifts over to Damian, and in that moment, you forget precisely what your main objective is. He has your full, undivided attention, and when your heart stutters in your chest the second his eyes meet yours? It makes you completely reconsider what you said earlier about this being just a bit of fun and nothing for anyone to worry about. You can’t say for certain, and maybe it’s partly down to wishful thinking, but you’re convinced he’s somewhat interested at the very least, too.

“Oh, you got some help out here!”

Damian laughs to himself while he drags Dom back up to his feet, landing a series of blows on him in quick succession. Then, he holds Dom in place, glancing over at you as if to taunt you before he proceeds with any further offense on him.

“If you’re gonna do something, do it!”

He waits, but you don’t budge, internally at war with yourself over helping Dom out or reluctantly costing Priest his match. When you remain in place, Damian shrugs before he delivers a quick gut punch to Dom before he rolls him up and hoists him above his head, and that’s when you know you have to do something.

Clambering up onto the apron, you reach out to grab hold of Dom’s leg in hopes of stopping Damian from sending him crashing onto the mat with a Razor’s Edge. You succeed, and you do your utmost to try dragging Dom out of his grasp, though your attempt is seemingly feeble.

“Hey, let go!” Damian yells at you, “Let me finish this!”

Your hold on Dom doesn’t falter, now playing human tug of war with Damian while you attempt to disrupt the match the best you can and rob him of a victory over Dom. It isn’t until he turns his head to face you, looking at you to address you directly, that your hold slackens.

“You know you don’t really want to do this. Any of it, not with these guys. We can talk about it later, just us. There’s a lot we need to talk about, actually. About us, and I think you know what I mean. Come find me-”

It’s stupid, but any feelings that you’ve swallowed down previously hit you like a freight train when the words leave his mouth. He’s all but told you that he feels the same way as you do, and that you can find an ally in him, should you choose to take him up on his vague offer at this peculiar time.

The sheer surprise of his words causes you to spontaneously loosen your hold on Dom, which throws an unsuspecting Damian off balance where he was pulling the younger man in the opposite direction with such force.

Damian unexpectedly releases Dom too soon, and Dom crashes onto the mat at an angle, landing awkwardly on his side, particularly his arm. He cries out in pain, and your heart sinks, knowing that it’s you who’s to blame and that you most definitely won’t even get a chance to talk to Damian later, and that you’ll be spending the rest of the evening explaining yourself.

A week passes, and everything has seemed relatively normal up to this point. Liv was angry with you initially after last week’s mishap, as were the rest of your faction members, but you figured that they’d forgiven and forgotten after a few days and chalked it up to an accident which ended up with Dom’s arm being in a sling for the foreseeable.

You couldn’t have been more wrong on that front.

Backstage, you walk the halls alone as you make your way to the others. They wanted to talk, insisting that everything gets said in person, and it’s not until you turn a corner in the corridor that you feel like you’ve been hit by a bus.

You plummet to the floor, not even having a second to register exactly what’s going on before you’re on the receiving end of a beatdown. Your head bounces off the wall once or twice, and you’re hit with stomp after stomp, punch after punch until you’re barely conscious and can take no more.

“Oh, did you just think we’d all forgive and forget?”

An all too familiar voice asks, grabbing a fistful of your hair and yanking your head back. You’re panting, breathless, trying to make sense of everything when you open your eyes to see Liv looking right back at you.

“Dom told us everything, y’know. He heard what Damian told you, said that you let him go right after that. You’re the reason he got hurt. I see how it is now, you chose your side, didn’t you?”

“Liv, I-”

“Shut up!”

She hisses before you can continue, and she giggles sinisterly to herself. She yanks your hair once again and you wince, your gaze darting to the side to see a second figure crouching down besides Liv. The person responsible for your beatdown, you presume.

“I don’t need someone whose loyalties don’t match up with the rest of ours. I’m done with you.” Liv tells you, matter of factly, “Say hi to Raquel, she’s your replacement.”

Raquel gives a brief wave in the form of fluttering her fingers, and she glances at Liv, as though she’s awaiting a signal of some sort. Liv gives her a curt nod, and just as Raquel is about to take over and continue her assault on you, a booming voice sounding from down the hallway stops the duo dead in their tracks, and they scurry away, leaving you on the corridor floor.

“(Y/N)! Hey, are you okay?”

You weren’t expecting it at all, but Damian comes to your aid in quite the hurry. He crouches down beside you, quickly checking you over for any notable injuries while you struggle to come to.

“I’ve been better.” you chuckle humourlessly, hissing at the throbbing pain in your ribs, “I should’ve known better, huh? Should’ve known they were planning something like this after what happened last week.”

Attempting to sit up alone, you grit your teeth and shoulder the pain before Damian wraps an arm around you to aid you. You lean into his hold, mainly because you need the support, but also because you gladly welcome his touch.

“Listen,” he begins, his eyes not leaving yours, “What I said last week, I meant it. I’ve seen it over the weeks, it’s obvious you were having a change of heart, even if you didn’t realise it yourself.”

You quirk a bemused brow at him, and he shoots you a look that screams don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about, so you have no choice but to concede on this matter.

“Alright, yeah. Maybe there might be some truth in it-”

“No, there is. You know there is. I know they made you interfere last week, and all I’m saying is we have a common enemy. And, uh, it’s not the right time, and I get that, but…common interest, too. You know what I mean by that, right?”

Damian probes, and your cheeks flush as you crack a smile and nod. It’s definitely no secret now you’ve heard it straight from the horse’s mouth.

“I was hoping I was reading things right on that last bit. But…spell things out for me on the first bit, just so we’re on the same page?”

You prompt him further, not wanting to read the situation completely wrong. Damian purses his lips, mulling the words over before he continues.

“If you need an ally, you got one in me. Your situation is clearly done, but you don’t have to go through it all alone. I’m there for you. Rhea, too, I’m sure.”

He reassures you, and despite your pain and discomfort following your ordeal, you muster a chuckle as you give him a determined look. You bring a hand up in front of you, offering it to Damian in the form of a handshake which will surely seal the deal.

“Alright, then let’s do this. You, me, Rhea. Let’s take down Judgment Day 2.0.”

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Frustrations Unleashed

A/N: Well well well, I think this is my first unprompted piece in a very long time! Set after the events of SummerSlam 3/8/24. I am still completely and utterly gutted for Priest but it opened the door for me to do something verrry self indulgent at least lmao Pairing: Damian Priest x AFAB!Reader Word Count: 1,861 Warnings: Smut, swears Summary: After the implosion of The Judgment Day at SummerSlam, Damian still has a lot of pent up frustration he needs to let out when he gets back to his dressing room.

Damian makes his way back to his dressing room after his match with Gunther, and you aren’t sure whether it’s brave or downright foolish of you when everyone else has been wisely keeping their distance from him, but you’re sitting right there on the small couch, waiting for him.

Initially, too caught up in his rage and frustration over the events of the night, he doesn’t even acknowledge you. He curses loudly and kicks a nearby chair, sending it scuttering across the room before he leans forward against the wall closest to him, thumping his clenched fist against it in what seems to be a feeble attempt at keeping his temper in check.

Furious would be the understatement of the century to describe how he’s feeling at the moment. Dom betraying Rhea had pissed him off more than enough at the start of the night in the first place, but now Finn, his brother, also stabbing him in the back and costing him his title? He’s truly seen red.

“Fuck it! Fucking assholes!”

Damian roars and tears himself away from the wall, taking you aback with the sudden outburst, making your heart skip a beat in fleeting fright. He whirls around in your direction with wild eyes and a scowl on his face, his bare chest now positively glowing red courtesy of the chops he’d received from Gunther.

“Damian, listen to me, I-”

“I’m gonna fucking end him, I swear to god!” he immediately interrupts you, rapidly pacing back and forth now, “When I see Finn, he’s dead! Dom, too! I can’t believe this shit!”

You understand that he’s angry right now, that he doesn’t particularly want to listen to reason at the moment, but you know he needs to hear it. With a frown, you rise up off the couch and march over to him, blocking his path and jabbing your pointer finger into his sternum to grab his attention.

“Right, you listen to me for a minute,” you raise your voice slightly, knowing it’ll pull him out of his rant, “You’ll get your revenge on Finn, alright? I get that you’re pissed, because so am I, but cursing Finn and Dom from inside your fucking dressing room for the rest of the night won’t get you anywhere. Doing something about it once you’ve got a clearer head will. And I know you’ll get your title back eventually, too. You’ll be the one getting the last laugh in the end, the one coming out on top.”

You know it’s a gamble, but you take the tough love approach in trying to placate him. Damian’s about to open his mouth to oppose you, but he stops himself. He’s still angry, maybe less so than earlier, but now he’s actually listening to your words.

Damian takes a deep, shuddery breath, nodding in agreement as everything resonates. He knows you’re right. Stewing in this for the rest of the night won’t get him anywhere, but he still has so much pent up frustration in his system that he needs to be rid of, and you can see it, too.

“You’re right. I know you’re right,” he grits out, his jaw clenched, “But I swear, if he’s man enough to show his face anywhere near me the rest of the night-”

“Forget about Finn for a minute.” you stop him in his tracks, stepping closer to him, gazing up at him through your lashes, “It’s just us two at the minute. And if you need something else to think about, something else to do…”

You smirk and give him a quick wink, trailing your palm down Damian’s chest tantalisingly slowly, your eyes not leaving his. He winces slightly for a second at the faint stinging sensation, his chest still slightly tender from the chops, but he barely needs time to mull your offer over.

He’s on you within an instant, his lips crashing against yours, devouring them in a kiss that’s equally as desperate and angry as he is. His hands roam your body, gripping your hips, squeezing your ass, pulling you tight against his significantly bigger frame as the kiss grows more and more frenzied by the second. Damian’s fingers trace along your spine, finding the zipper at the back of your dress, and in a single, brusque motion, he tugs it all the way down, almost tearing the damn thing completely.

“Get that off,” he growls, his voice heavy and hoarse with lust as he takes a step back from you, “And get over on the couch. I need you, now.”

Damian doesn’t need to ask or tell you twice. You kick off your shoes and frantically slip your dress down, the offending garment pooling around your ankles before you step out of it. Hurrying over to the couch, you perch yourself back on the same cushion from earlier. 

When Damian follows suit, storming over, you simply sit back and enjoy the all too familiar show that is him ridding himself of his gear the best he can. He’s too eager to strip himself completely bare. Instead, he tugs his tights and singlet down to his thighs, showcasing the outline of his hardening cock that rests in his briefs.

“Mm, I think someone’s raring to go…”

You purr, and Damian pounces. He scoops you up with ease, your legs wrapping around his waist while he falls back onto the couch, taking you with him. He sits in your place with you now in his lap, straddling him, already rolling your hips to grind down on his clothed cock to earn a guttural groan from him.

His mouth finds its way back to yours, meeting you for another intense kiss before he’s trailing hot kisses down your neck, nipping at your skin, leaving a blazing trail of hickeys to serve as a reminder of this encounter. Skilled fingers hook into the back strap of your bra, unclasping it with practiced ease before he tugs it down your arms and reveals your pert tits, and he wastes no time in roughly cupping them with his large hands, leaving you gasping at the feeling.

A hand travels down your body, sliding into your panties to find you already slick and ready for him. Damian smirks at the discovery, and he roughly circles your clit to drag a soft moan out of you while you rock into his ministrations.

“You ready for me, baby?” Damian asks, a wicked grin on his face, “I think you are. You’re already so fucking wet, and that was before I even really touched you.”

“Don’t hold back.”

You tell him after nodding your head yes, and he takes it as a challenge. Damian raises his hips slightly and pulls his briefs down enough to free his now-hard cock, and you whimper at the feeling of it grazing your folds over your underwear alone, your pussy throbbing with the need to be filled by him.

You’re about to hook your fingers into the waistband of your panties with the intention of pulling them down, but Damian is quick to brace a hand over yours to stop you with a shake of his head. You shoot him a confused look, but he only gives you a lopsided smirk right back.

“No, no. Leave them on.” he hums, removing his hand from inside your panties and reaching lower to pull them to one side instead, “Think it’ll be way hotter like this.”

Your stomach lurches, and your pussy clenches around nothing when he gives himself an access point. Damian knows it all too well, too. He nips at your neck, finding a spot that has yet to be littered with any marks while he takes his cock in his hand, rubbing the head of it through your folds and coating himself in your arousal.

The head of his cock presses at your entrance, and you waste no time in lowering yourself onto him with a throaty moan at the feeling of being completely filled by him. Damian rises up to meet you halfway, his eyes rolling back as he groans in pleasure at the sensation of your warm, wet walls welcoming him in with ease.

Damian gives you little to no time to adjust as he begins to rapidly thrust up into you, the sound of flesh meeting flesh filling the dressing room. He grips your hips tightly, his nails biting into the skin while you cry out as each powerful stroke sends jolts of pleasure coursing through you.

“F-fuck, I knew you wouldn’t hold back-”

You whine and arch your back, and Damian cranes his neck upwards, capturing your lips in a bruising kiss, his tongue duelling with yours as he continues to buck up into you. Your hands scramble for purchase on the back of the sofa, desperate to cling to something, anything to keep you more stable while your legs quiver as you ride him.

“Fucking taking it like such a good girl though, aren’t you, baby? Shit, you feel amazing-”

Damian praises you, his voice rough with lust, and you clench around his cock, drawing a moan out of him. Your moans grow louder, begging for more, for him not to stop as he gets the angle just right to hit that spot inside you over and over again that makes your toes curl.

Unable to resist your pleas, Damian gives it to you rougher, deeper, watching as your eyes roll back and your body grows tense. You lose all sense of rhythm, now mindlessly bouncing on his cock as you chase your orgasm.

“Please, don’t stop,” you pant, near breathless, “I’m so close, please, keep going just like that-”

“Then cum for me, baby. Let go, I’m nearly there as well.”

Damian demands, his voice low, even reaching down between you both to bring his thumb to your clit in quick, rough circles, determined to send you tumbling over the edge. Your moans reach a crescendo as your body convulses, your walls squeezing him like a vice being enough to set off his own release.

With a roar of your name, he spills himself deep inside you, relishing in the way you’re still twitching around him in the aftershocks of your own high. You fall forward onto him, burying your face in the crook of Damian’s neck while he gradually stills his movements, his breathing equally as heavy and laboured as yours.

“Jesus, I…I think we both needed that-”

You mumble when you’re aware enough to form a coherent sentence. Damian chuckles and nods in agreement, a surefire sign that he’s released at least some of, if not the majority of his frustrations at least for tonight.

Damian’s grip on you slackens if only slightly, but he refuses to pull away, remaining inside you as he catches his breath. The feeling of your lips against his lingers, the sounds of your every whimper and moan still ringing in his ears, and in the moment, it’s just the two of you basking in the afterglow.

“You can say that again,” he hums, pressing a tender kiss to your temple, “You did amazing, baby. C’mon, we’ll go get cleaned up.”