Damian Wayne X Male Reader Novels & Stories

He isn't as muscularly as Ethan but his toned abs are just as moderate and perfect and his brown-black hair is definitely a sight to behold. I touched his bare chest, having a feel of its hardness yet tenderness. My gaze shifted back to Damian and I wouldn't want to hurt him more with my lies buy promising him something I clearly cannot afford. But maybe I could with something that I have instead. "Damian," I called, tossing my fear away. "Would you like to have sex with me now?" His eyes widened. Those eyes. They are definitely telling something that spoke of holding on for too long and glad they wouldn't be doing that anymore.

Damien’s POV The others exhaled together, snickers, laughter, approval laced with malice. “Goddamn,” Dev muttered with a grin. “That’s brutal.” Mateo shook his head, laughing under his breath. “You’re sick.” Jaxon, though, leaned back, grinning like a soldier ready to go to war. “And when you finally take her—what then?” I looked at him. There was no amusement in my eyes now. “I’ll break her so beautifully, she’ll forget her own fucking name. Then I’ll remind her.”

, I said almost stuttering. Damien did his chuckle again and looked at me. “Cole, your mom is pulling the masses against us for you. I would ask you just once, what do you want? The company? Money? Name your price, add zeroes! I would give you willingly without causing a scene. I need my wife’s mental health back in order “. Damien was talking softly but the blind could sense the seriousness in his words. He was a strange man.

Ok, let's come back to the present, I guess you now understand mom's reason for calling me Demian, a name that rhymes with a demon. Well, it's true, I'm Damian, a hybrid of mom a beautiful human lady, and Dad, a seductive Akwa-being, and a Sea King, I guess that made me an Aqua-prince, and yes this is the story of my life.

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> I've met him exactly twice — once at Ryan's birthday party two years ago, and once at their family's Fourth of July barbecue last summer. Both times, I could barely look at him without blushing. Both times, I went home and touched myself thinking about what it would be like to have him instead of his little brother. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Damien is everything Ryan isn't. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Where Ryan is soft and boyish, Damien is hard and masculine. Where Ryan is five-foot-nine and slight, Damien is six-foot-three and built like a man who spends his mornings in the gym. Where Ryan has a face you forget the moment he leaves the room, Damien has a jaw that could cut glass and

Damien held his gaze without flinching, cold and steady, like he could look right through Adrien to whatever was broken inside “You don’t need to do anything,” he said. “Just know I’m the one between you and the next bullet. The air snapped taut. Too close. Too much. Adrien stepped in, his pulse punching hard against his ribs. Damien was all scars and shadows, a man born for war, not champagne-soaked boardrooms. And yet Adrien’s body betrayed him—heat curling low, anger bleeding into something he refused to name. His voice came out cold. “You’re here for a paycheck. Do the job. Don’t lecture me.”

He stood tall, with a lean but muscular build that spoke of confidence and power. His chiseled jawline, brown hair, and intense brown eyes were striking enough to make anyone look twice. And judging by the way Amelia was looking at him, she wasn’t immune to his appeal either. “That’s Damian,” Amelia said softly, her voice filled with a mix of awe and caution. “Dominique’s older brother. The second son of the Blackwoods.” I stared at him, trying to reconcile the image in front of me with the warnings I had been given. Damian was notoriously known as a womanizer, a predator in his own right, who treated women as nothing more than objects for his amusement.

Lexie Damian was a decent human being. He was an older and more experienced version of the boys I'd dated throughout my time in high school and college. He was a little bit older than I was. Sincere, charitable, and possessing a warm and welcoming demeanor, this man gave off the impression that you could put your faith in anything he had to say. I used to fall for phrases like that all the time. He helped me by holding doors open and carrying my lunch tray. I was very grateful. He told me that he was from the Midwest in the United States. He entertained the notion that he might return there one day. He didn't belong here; it just wasn't his thing. If I hadn't lost my virginity to a forty-yea

On the bright side I’m no longer horny, I’m sure I won’t be needing anything tonight. “So, we will see you inside.” Tyler nudges Cal to the door who hasn’t taken his eyes off Damian this whole time. What’s his deal? It’s not like we’ve hooked up lately. Yea when we were both in a dark place we comforted each other, okay we had sex, a lot of it. But that hasn’t happened in months. I wonder what’s up his ass. I give Tyler a look of thanks and an I owe you one when I look over at Damian who is fucking smirking at Cal like he won this round. Men, everything is a pissing contest.

Pumping steady, deep, curling again and again until Alex’s thighs shook and his cock leaked steadily onto the carpet. “Please,” Alex gasped. “Please, now.” Damian pulled his fingers free. The loss made Alex whine. Then the blunt head of Damian’s cock pressed against him—hot, slick, insistent. One hard thrust. Alex’s mouth opened on a silent cry. Damian sank in to the hilt, hips flush to ass, balls pressed tight. Full. So fucking full. Alex’s arms buckled; he caught himself on elbows, forehead pressed to scattered spreadsheets.