A/N: This chapter is erotic.
There you lay, completely topless in front of your longtime crush turned boyfriend, turned ex, turned crush again. One of only two men to lay eyes upon you in this bare state. The first saw more then he deserved, the second saw more than he believed he deserved. You wouldn't imagine that being his sentiment by the way he handled you so confidently. His face buried in your chest admiring the most delicate of details on your skin. Lavishing your breast in attention. Every hesitation feels like the pre-empt to something unexpected, but welcoming. That's the word. Welcoming.
His hands rove up your arms respectively undoing your bounding. He believes he has you right where he wants you. A willing participant in his sensual rendition of an interrogation.
"Don't be shy with me now." He urges in your ear as he frees your remaining hand.
You nod but you give no direction. Instead tracing the ripples of his arms, marveling at the perfectly chiseled man before you. He watches your hands and smiles. He strips all of his clothes off at a regular speed but you saw it all in slow motion. If he'd given the opportunity you'd stare all day.
With his clothes discarded he focuses on your shorts and the second half of your set. He begins but stops within a second of gripping the hem of your shorts, "Do you need help?" You ask raising an eyebrow. Giving him express permission, but reeling him once again.
He chuckles and is visibly thrilled to see you've worn the full set for him. Pink lace top and pink lace-bottom. Interestingly enough, he leaves you in your bra and panties. Settling over you instead of removing them, his hips between your legs and an arm propping himself up above you as he kisses your neck affectionately, along with your earlobes, chest, and lips.
He slowly grinds against you, intently, knowing it only feeds his unbearable anticipation. His hand now gripping your thigh to steady his pace. You feel his grin, "I've been dreaming of you since the day I met you." His voice thick with desire.
He removes your panties with ease as you raise your hips for him. He tosses them nearby on the floor with his own clothes. From there no time is wasted in proceeding, but he savors every second. He closes his eyes and sighs, speechless as to how unbelievably good you feel. You yourself groan, feeling every inch from tip to base. You've been with him before but this time it feels far different. You try to compose yourself but what he hasn't told you is that every sound you make is music to his ears. He grinds into you gently but with a subtle force. He tries to control his animalistic desire. But he's as raw as he is intense. He's craving you. He craves depth. He wants to know every soft spot. In this moment you're his and he intends for you to remain that way forever more. He wants to please you and be yours. You shudder against him absolutely helpless. You can't even formulate words. But you utter a moan, not even a loud one, and it's all he needs to hear. He doesn't slow the movement, giving you full, hard thrusts, your breasts bouncing from the top of your bra. You open it yourself and he grips one of them. Your skin is as soft as it is glowing and it's too much for him. He grunts as as he reaches his climax and his perfect thrusts become varied. He can't contain himself nor does he have the time to pull out. Instead he lays over you panting and dripping in sweat as he releases. He feels you orgasm and accepts defeat that he can't fully ride it out like he'd planned, so deviously.
He gathers his words,
"Y/N, I love you." He breathes. The sarcasm and humor far gone.
"I love you." You reply.
He smiles and kisses your forehead. Laying beside you he welcomes you laying on his chest. He pulls the covers over you remembering how cold you were before. When a few moments pass you remember a very important fact, "Oh my god! I have people waiting for me outside!" You say getting up.
"There's plenty for them to do out there." He suggests.
You pause, "Are you trying to stall me?" You ask.
He appears a bit sheepish, "I just thought we just had a very intimate moment. Maybe you wanted to shower....and let me help you." He offers.
"Help —me?" You ask.
"I mean the floor could get wet and slippery. Maybe you need me to help you balance." He offers.
You realize he makes a valid point, "Okay just a shower. No touching or feeling." You reply.
"Some if not moderate touching and feeling." He bargains gathering showering supplies.
"Moderate, but you have to wash my hair." You request.
"Why?" He asks.
"Because you give good scalp massages." You answer accepting the supplies.
"How did you—-" He begins. He shakes the thought and eagerly follows you.
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Priest's Princess (Damian Priest X Reader)
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