Lipstick Stains
A/N: Damian is in highschool, at the age of consent!! I'm sorry that I post so much smut, but that's what my friends give me prompts for. The warnings are teenage hormones I guess. Excuse any mistakes, English isn't my first language. Enjoy reading, lovey. Have a great day. I love you <3
All reposts are welcome!!!
“How…?” Damian muttered, standing in front of the bathroom mirror and just staring at all the lipstick marks you’d left on him. His hair was a mess, school uniform ruffled from the time you two had just spent in the bathroom stall.
“I swear to god,” he hissed, grabbing a paper towel and wetting it to wipe the marks off. “I’m going to murder you if any of these stay.”
You watched him, as he tried to scrub the lipstick off of his face. As he did that, you reapplied some to your lips. His scrubbing with the damp paper towel didn't work that well. So, you handed him a makeup wipe, and sighed. "It's your fault. You didn't wanna wait at all."
Damian’s eyes darted over to you as he paused scrubbing for a moment. The scowl still present on his face, he snatched the makeup wipe from you and began scrubbing his face with it, though it was still rather ineffective.
“I didn’t want to wait longer.” He muttered, trying to get a particularly prominent mark off. “You’re the one who’s addicted to my touch.”
You rolled your eyes, and fixed yourself up. Honestly, you still looked really good. A little messy, but just enough to where you can pull it off. Damian was the one who looked like a mess. So once you were done, you began fixing his messy uniform.
"I'm also the one who told you to wait after school, Damian. But, no... You couldn't even wait for me to wipe my lipstick off." You sighed, as you fixed his shirt and tie.
Damian stood there and let you fix him up, knowing there would be no point in arguing further. Besides, even he could admit that he was at fault for this one. His cheeks had a faint pink tint, though he would never admit that it was there.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever…” He muttered, grabbing your wrist once you were done messing with his uniform and pulling you close to him again. “Just… be quiet.” He muttered, before placing a kiss on your neck.
Your eyes darted to the bathroom door, as your hands threaded into his hair instinctively. It seemed like he forgot that he said that he was satisfied before we got out of the damn stall.
"Dami... You said you were done." You reminded him, as you started fixing up his hair a little. "Besides, I thought you were mad about the lipstick stains that I left on you."
Damian lifted his head up from your neck, a smirk playing on his lips. You could clearly see the red marks on his face still, despite the amount of scrubbing he’d been doing.
“I was,” he responded, his lips attaching to the side of your neck again. “Now I just don’t care.”
His hands slid down to your waist and started to pull at it. “Just five more minutes…?”
You looked at him, staring at his face for a moment. Then, you smiled. He was adorable when he was covered in the stains of your lips, and still had that slightly messy hair.
You pulled his head away from my neck to look at him. "Mhmm... Five minutes." You mumbled, and pressed your lips against his. Your hands played with his hair, as you pressed my body up against him. "Just a little bit longer should be fine.." You mumbled against his lips, caving into him just like you always do.
Damian hummed, his hands sliding from your waist to your hips and pulling you flush against him. He tilted his head to deepen the kiss, his eyes closing as he lost himself in the moment.
A soft moan escaped his throat, muffled by the kiss, and his hands grasped at the fabric of your clothes, desperate to feel you even closer.
“Just a few minutes…” He echoed, his words no more than a breathy whisper. When you realized that he might take some of your clothes off, you remembered that you couldn't do this in the middle of the bathroom.
So, you grabbed his tie and dragged him into the stall that you both normally used to do things like this. "Mhmm... Only a few minutes, stop talking and make them count." You whispered, as you began kissing his neck.
A smug expression appeared on Damian’s face as you pulled him into the stall, his eyes glinting when he realized what was happening. He wrapped his arms around your waist as you began kissing his neck, a low groan escaping his throat at the feeling.
His hands drifted lower, his fingers lightly tracing along the hem of your skirt. “Five minutes isn’t that long….” He murmured, his voice rough and filled with need.
You looked at him, and pecked his lips. Then, you began unbuttoning my shirt again. The entire time, you made eye contact with your boyfriend. Soon enough, your shirt was fully unbuttoned. You were standing there in your bra, and skirt. Your shirt was fully open, hanging on your shoulders.
"Fuck the time limit, Dami... Just play with me." You mumbled, and connected your lips with his neck once again. Like hell you'd actually stick to the time limit!! You were just trying to play with him, but he obviously didn't understand.
The sight of you half undressed drove Damian wild, his hands instinctively tugging at your skirt. He pulled his mouth away from your neck, his eyes roaming over your exposed skin.
“You’re really going to regret saying that, sweetheart.” He murmured, his voice low and filled with desire. Oh, like fuck you'd regret it!! You'd probably be drooling at the memory of what's gonna happen later.
He pushed you against the wall, his body pressing against yours as he claimed your mouth in a heated kiss. His hands began to roam over your body, his touch desperate and possessive.
As he touched and kissed you, you began unbuttoning his shirt. Your mouth may have been occupied, but your hands worked quickly with his shirt. He was in good shape due to his nightly work with Batman.
Once you got his shirt off, you put your thigh in front of his crotch, giving his erection something to grind against. But, you were more focused on how his lips felt against yours for a moment.
A low moan escaped Damian’s throat as you unbuttoned his shirt and pushed your thigh against him. He started to grind against you, his body reacting wildly to your touch.
His mouth devoured yours, his tongue sliding into your mouth while his hands pulled your hips against him. He continued to kiss you with a frenzy, as if he couldn't get enough of you.
He pulled away just for a moment to speak, his voice hoarse and filled with desire. "You're too damn good at this..." He muttered, before capturing your mouth again.
You laughed against his lips when he said that, then went back to kissing. After a while of doing this with Damian, you've obviously learned what he likes. That's why you was so good at this, because y'all practiced so much.
As he kept grinding himself against your thigh, you smiled against his lips. The fact you could make him act like this drove you crazy.
Your fingers moved to get into his pants, and you moved your thigh away. You didn't want him grinding when you were trying to grab him.
Damian groaned softly as you moved your thigh away, his hands gripping at your shoulders to keep himself steady. He was trembling with need, the desire evident in his eyes.
When your fingers started to undo his pants, his hands immediately grabbed your wrists, stopping you. He looked at you, his eyes filled with an intense mixture of longing and lust. "Don't rush it..." He murmured, his voice strained. "Not yet, not yet..."
Damian's heart pounded in his chest as he fought to control himself. He wanted you, that much was clear from the way his body was reacting to your touch. But he was determined to prolong this moment, to make it last as long as possible.
His breathing was ragged as he looked at you, his eyes dark with desire. "Let me touch you, first." He pleaded, his voice rough with need. "Let me touch you, and taste you, before you touch me..."
Safe to say, you guys took wayyyy longer than five minutes. By the time you both left the boys bathroom, your legs were shaking, and he was a complete mess.
