Romans & histoires Damian Wayne X Reader Tumblr

Xander stood up abruptly and went into the bathroom without answering me, i walked out of the room. **DAMIEN'S POV** The past two days have been the worst of my life. Cayden keeps telling to go meet his mate which i would not oblige to. I found out her name is Ciara Acacia Jones, daughter of the late beta of the pack, now i understand, even a luna could feel it. I feel like something bad is about happen. I shrugged off the weird feeling. It takes a lot of self control not to mark her. "Have you spoken to her wolf?" I asked.

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!”

Wayne bows deeply and retreats, the door clicking shut behind him. Damian stands alone for a moment, the plan solidifying in his mind. He strips efficiently, shedding his clothes until his skin is bare to the air. His cock hangs heavy between his thighs, already thickening with the anticipation of the hunt. He pulls a silk robe from the wardrobe, sliding the smooth fabric over his broad shoulders and tying it loosely at the waist. It hides nothing, the slit gaping open to reveal his muscular legs and the shadow of his manhood. He does not believe there is an omega alive who can resist him when he decides to make a move, and he intends to prove it tonight.

He knew Xavier was also drooling, impatiently waiting to embrace his Luna. He could clearly see how soaked Elara's white underwear was, saturated with his essence dripping down her thighs. Damian seized one of Elara's thighs and supported it up on the table. Elara didn't feel an ounce of shame, even though Damian could see her flower drenched in desire. "Lick me, Damian," Elara whispered, and with that command, Damian lost control completely, devouring Elara's flower. He pulled off Elara's underwear, granting him full access to her hidden desires.

Xoxo “Shut up, Dam. You're saying this because you're jealous.” Avery chuckled. “Jealous? Why would I be jealous?” Damian raised an eyebrow. “Because you never liked anyone. You don't have feelings, Dam. You have a heart made of ice.” “Rude,” Damian mumbled, staring at Avery, who was checking her phone every five seconds. “Oh!” Avery pretended to faint on the bed when she finally got an answer from Nate. “Let me see,” Damian said.

Before I could react, the door was yanked open. I stumbled forward, my knees weak, my heart lodged in my throat. Damian stood there, pants still undone, his cock still hard and glistening in the light. He didn’t bother covering up. He just smiled slowly, knowing and dangerously predatory. “So,” he said casually, like we were discussing the weather, “you’re the one who writes smuts huh?” His smile widened. “I’m a fan.”

They could smell the inexperience on my fictional characters, the fumbling uncertainty of a man who’d only ever seen a real cock in a gym locker room. I needed inspiration. I needed the real thing. I needed to see it, to hear it, to smell the sex in the air until it was so thick I could choke on it. And I knew exactly where to get it. Damian. He wasn’t just a guy; he was a myth. The captain of the lacrosse team, with a face that could make angels weep and a body that looked like it had been carved from granite and sin. The rumors about him were epic, whispered in hushed, reverent tones in dark bars and sticky dorm rooms. They said he was insatiable, a god of pleasure who left a trail of sati

Only for me to see something I never bargained for. Damien was in my bathroom, his lips slightly opened like he was groaning and mike on his knees sucking his dick. He had captioned. “Good dick sucker but you are the best” What the fuck!

Emily's desire for gossip was very difficult to get rid of unless she get the answer she wanted. "Hmm? You mean Wayne?" When Wayne heard Damien mention his name, he walked in and sat down beside him. "So, handsome guy's name is Wayne. Good name, how do you look? Also, hurry up and answer my question!" "Oh, I had dinner at his house in the afternoon. It was a little late and it was raining outside, so I didn't go back." Damien glanced at the rain outside and suddenly felt a little cold. He lifted the quilt and got in.

Damian shoved his hands between my legs again, scooping up my slick with two of his fingers. He let go of my wrist in favour of gripping my hair, but I knew better than to move my hands. He yanked my head backwards, forcing my back to arch even more, and he shoved his fingers into my mouth, the taste of my own arousal taunting my tongue. “Or maybe you'd like it if they saw you like this,” Damian drawled lowly. My eyes were reddened and swollen as I cried harder, and I tried to shake my head. “No? I bet you want them to just pass you around. You'd fucking love it, won't you?”