Damian Wayne X Male Reader Novels & Stories

Damian carefully places me on the bed, helping me to take my clothes off. Damian pulls the covers down and helps me into bed. He quickly pulls his shirt off, revealing his well-toned abs. Damian smiles at me as he lowers his pants, and climbs into bed wearing nothing but a pair of boxers. I feel my mind dance with memories of his perfect body, gliding against my own.

Okay," Rain said.He didn't move for three full seconds.Then he turned and walked to the door, and she watched him go the same way she had three nights ago — completely unable to look anywhere else. His hand was on the door handle when he stopped."Rain."Her name in his mouth. Again. That same weight to it she couldn't explain."Be careful walking home tonight," he said, without turning around. "Take the main roads."He pushed the door open and walked out into the grey morning, and the bell above the door chimed softly behind him.Rain stood behind her counter in her favorite place in the world and felt, for reasons she absolutely could not explain, like something had just fundamentally shifted.L

Damian drove with both hands on the wheel, his focus straight ahead. No music. No small talk. Nothing. I glanced at him briefly. His jaw was slightly tight. His expression distant. Thinking. Always thinking. My chest tightened again. “Damian…” I said softly. He didn’t look at me immediately. “Hmm?” I hesitated. Then— “How bad is it… really?” He exhaled slowly. Still not looking at me. “Bad enough that I can’t ignore it.” My fingers curled slightly in my lap. “And the name?”

Mike warned, his voice muffled. "Oh, I bet it cost less than a new set of teeth. Pick your poison.” That's when the door pushed open and Mike stepped out. Damian’s jaw clenched harder as they stood face-to-face. “So this is your ride. Like a matchbox.” Looking Mike over, he asked. “You give ladies rides in this?” “Should I give men rides then?” Mike retorted. Damian’s jaw locked. Then Mike gave a slow smile, moving closer to Damian. “Do you like me, man?”

Saw the way his whole body seemed to shrink, just a little, like he’d been denied something vital. Damian groaned—low and defeated. “Fuck.” He stood quickly, crossed the room in two strides, locked the door again, then sat back down and spread his thighs wide. “Look at me,” Damian commanded. Lennon’s eyes snapped up—hopeful and desperate, shining with sudden fragile light. Damian cupped his jaw gently, despite the roughness still simmering under his skin. His thumb dragged slowly across the swollen bottom lip, smearing spit and cum. “You can continue.”

Damian continued, his voice shaking with fury and something dangerously close to grief, “it was Elisa’s resemblance to Annalise that made me fall in love with her at first sight. I won’t deny that. I won’t pretend otherwise.” He laughed bitterly. “And yes, my constant pursuit of Elisa in the beginning—it was because I never got a chance with Annalise, so I considered Elisa to be a fitting replacement.” Leonard’s expression twisted in satisfaction and Victory, but Damian wasn’t finished. “But that was only in the beginning,” Damian said sharply, stepping forward now, refusing to be intimidated. “Unlike you, I love Elisa for who she is now. Not because of who I want her to be. Not because I’m

“Urgghh!!! Fuck, Ryker! Her mouth is really hot! So fucking hot!” “Hot? Oh, Alex... you think that mouth is hot? Then you need to fuck her pussy! You need to be in the pussy of this sweet bad slut....” Damian pulled his mouth away from her wet, swollen nipple with a loud, wet pop. His cock was heavy and swollen now, painfully hard in ways that left her shaking. His chest heaved, his eyes dark and completely unhinged as he looked down at Kira’s ruined face. “She doesn't get to choose who is inside her anymore,” Damian groaned, his thick baritone cutting through her muffled whimpers.

Xavier said flatly. Damian raised an eyebrow. “You’re out of your mind.” Xavier glared. “Excuse me?” “You heard me,” Damian said calmly. “If she wants out, let her go.” Xavier leaned forward, voice rising. “I’m not letting her go, Damian. She’s my wife.” Damian’s voice stayed quiet. “You keep saying that, but it sounds more like you’re talking about ownership than love.” Xavier’s eyes narrowed. “Don’t start with your psychology crap. You think I don’t know what love is?”

"It's my trademark and it's earned me a lot of money." I lift my glass and sip. "I understand why you want me working at your club." I take another sip because it's damned good. "It's wanting me in your bed that I don't understand." The husky sound of my voice may have betrayed me. Damian's expression turns serious. "I went to the Mediterranean already knowing what you looked like and how good you are as a Domme. I arrived just in time to see the tail end of your scene. I didn't expect my cock to respond. In this business, you become jaded. Watching a simple scene doesn't usually do it for me. On the contrary, I need to be vested in my own scene for my body to respond. There was something ab

It was wet, ready, and aching. “You can lie all you want. But your body knows the truth,” Damian whispered. His fingers rubbed my clit slowly. “You’re mine. No one else can fvck you like I do.” A loud moan slipped from me before I could stop it. My thighs trembled, and I could feel his cock getting harder against me. Damian was right... my body was screaming for him, but I wouldn't give him the satisfaction. “Stop,” I cried, pushing at his chest. My voice was shaking. “I’m with Wesley now!”