Not Part of the Job [ORIGINAL]

21. Lust [nsfw]

trigger warning for sexual themes

The bedroom door loudly slammed shut as Raven was pressed against it.

Her hands were tangled in Damian's hair as his lips planted kisses along the uncovered skin of her neck. She slowly moved her hands down to his cold, clammy, brawny biceps. Her long nails slightly dug into the skin at the feeling of his lips sucking on her collarbone, leaving a dark bruise.

Damian swiftly took her hand in his and led her towards the full-sized bed, dragging her down on top of him. "You are... mesmerizing," he murmured, gazing up into her violet eyes that he adored. A thumb traced her cheek while he placed his other hand on her hip. His shirt didn't swallow her whole like he assumed it would, instead it hugged her curvy frame. But, his shorts went down to her knees, hiding her thighs from sight. She looked great with makeup, but even better without it. Her hair now flowed down past her chest, the sudden cause unknown to him. That was a question he saved for another time.

A smile made its way onto Raven's lips as she propped herself up with her hands on both sides of his head. "As are you," she confessed, admiring the boy underneath her. His long black eyelashes followed by chocolate eyes that looked up at her so sweetly, his dark skin that you'd assume was rough but instead feels smooth to the touch, his strong, well-built body that could endure countless things; it was all stunning to her.

Raven leaned down and started placing kisses on his jawline, making a trail to his lips. Damian hummed in satisfaction as he started to run his hands along her back, lifting the shirt more as he did so. Her skin felt like velvet to his fingertips as he let his hand glide over it, grabbing her back the slightest as she deepened the kiss.

A shiver ran down her spine as he pulled her shirt off, leaving her skin exposed to the frigid air. His hands reached around and fiddled with the clasp of her bra, eventually getting it to release. He tossed it to the ground and leaned back, admiring her as she glanced down and started to slide the waistband of his sweatpants down his legs, leaving him in his boxer briefs.

Without warning, Damian flipped them over to where she was now on her back and he was hovering over her, tugging his own shorts off from her, letting them fall to the floor. His hand slowly traveled up her leg, stopping once it reached the edge of her panties. Raven's breath hitched in the back of her throat as she met his gaze through half-lidded eyes.

Damian met her in a hard kiss, melting into it as he felt her breathing getting faster while he rubbed her through the thin fabric. She lifted her leg the slightest and brushed her knee across the stiff bulge in his briefs, earning a low groan from him.

Desire was pooling inside both of them at this point, impatiently waiting to be released.  

After a few moments of teasing, Damian reached down and grabbed his wallet from his pants pocket, pulling out the gift Garfield had given him a few weeks prior. Looks like it would turn out to be useful after all.

"I, uh... really hope I'm doing this right," he quietly commented as he pulled his briefs down and slid it on, going on pure instinct.

Raven let out a quiet half-suppressed laugh. "I believe you are," she whispered. Her face turned a shade of crimson when she felt him slide her panties off.

A smile made its way onto his face as he leaned down and met her lips once again in an ecstatic kiss. She had melted into the kiss so much that she didn't register that he was already entering her. Her face scrunched up the slightest as she gasped, feeling a twinge of pain.