Chapter 9: Fanservice

[Important notes] This isn't carrying on from where we left off. Just imagine it as one of their...uhh..times together during her heat.

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His warmth crushed her.

The way he pulled her back against him and slowly ran his fingers down her thigh and back up again at an agonizingly slow pace. He reached her stomach and inched his fingers further up, just slightly.

"Tell me what you want." His breath tickled the side of her neck and he ran his lips down stopping where neck net shoulder.

She sighed, a blissful feeling. The kind that had you shutting your eyes. That one moment of peace. Of comfort.

"You know what I want."

He paused his journey up her stomach and retreated his hands back down.

"I want to listen to your voice."

She smiled but gave in. "Go further."

His fingers began their journey downards and he stopped at her belly button.

"Keep going."

His fingers traced her belly button before continuing along their path.

Her voice grew hoarse and she felt the excited tingle of arousal. As he got closer to his destination.

"Further."

He reached the waistband of her underwear and continued his escape over them, not going underneath just yet.

She held her breath as he got closer and closer, finally releasing it in impatient broken moans when he placed his fingers over her mound and rubbed harshly.

His fingers continued over her underwear, his pace getting quicker and rougher inspired by her moans and cries.

She seemed to be begging for more and more, her arousal not in the slightest satiated.

She gulped and exhaled sharply as his other hand joined in. Both sets of fingers pressing against her most delicate part and rubbing it senselessly as though trying to consume it. Her hands instinctively grabbed his, but only moved along with them.

Her inhales got deeper as her legs opened wider and he removed a hand to place it on her hip.

He tightened his grip on her hip and helped her grind against his fingers.

She groaned in agony. "For the love of-- Please just fuck me! Climb on top of me, rip of my clothes and just-just fuck me!"

She pried his fingers away for her underwear and pulled them underneath, gasping as his cold fingers met her waiting.

He throbbed at her eagerness but remained composed.

She grew annoyed at his restraint.

"Damian, what else do you want me to do? I'm literally begging you and crumbling apart as you finger me but you're still not--"

He stood up and pulled her up with him, slamming her back against the wall and crashed his lips on hers in a desperation akin to a man who'd been starved for a decade.

He pulled away just as quickly but before she could respond to that sudden action, he pulled back in with a rougher kiss before pulling back again.

"Shit." He leaned his head on her shoulder bit his bottom lip, shutting his eyes for a second longer than they needed to be.

Her eyes focused on the wall opposite them. She had no clue why she was so stunned when she'd been asking for it. But her body shook. Either from the shock of his sudden actions or from the fact that his fingers were still tucked snugly in her underwear.

Before he could lose himself to his warm-blooded nature, he pulled his fingers out from where they lay, the snap of her waistband intermingling with their heaves. "Shit." He cursed again, this time louder.

He pushed her hair back in a move of desperation and sucked at her neck before crashing his lips back on hers again. This kiss deeper and longer than the others.

Their eyes screwed shut as they enjoyed the intimacy of each other's lips.

He pulled his lips back again.

"Gods Damian, it's not a crime to kiss me."

"I can't fuck you. I can't or I'll-I'll hurt you. And I don't want to hurt you."

He squeezed her hip tighter.

She placed a hand in his hair and stroked it. "Okay. Ok then. Don't fuck me. Have sex with me."

He seemed to contemplated her words for a second before he nodded and pulled her from the wall and carried her to a nearby table.

He knocked everything onto the floor with one quick motion of his hand and dropped her onto the table, inching between her legs.

He met her eyes and she swallowed almost instantly in reaction to what she saw in his emerald coated eyes. The pure lust and infatuation.

He truly looked like if he weren't the kind of man to hold self-restraint on a solid leash, he would fuck her until she would see stars.

This man was indeed dangerous.

He caught her lips again, stealing the thought from her mind and drawing her back to him. Gods was he a good kisser.

She locked her legs around his hips but he removed them and shrugged off his belt.

He broke the kiss and quickly ushered out, "If you feel uncomfortable with this, tell me and I'll stop."

He waited for her nod of confirmation before pulling her blazer off and throwing it goodness knows where along with his because honestly, not many people cared where their clothes went at a time like this.

He pulled her arms up and bound them with his belt, making sure to be gently and not bind them to tight. Then he threw her now binded arms over his neck and drew her even closer.

"Well damn Damian Wayne. I didn't know you were into this kind of stuff."

He smirked. "You'd be surprised what goes through my head when I picture you on my bed panting my name."

"Remind me again why were doing this at work and not at like my place or something?"

He met her eyes. "We both know you can't wait that long."

She replied with a shaky "Oh yeah" as he bit her neck again and leaned her back against the table so he could lie on her.

"You choose. Table or wall."

She smiled. "Aren't we already in the table?"

He rolled his eyes playfully and removed her arms from around his neck placing them above her. His eyes flashed over them.

"What?" She noticed his appraisal.

He leaned in closer. "If we were in my room, I'd bind your arms to my bed."

She squirmed. The thought alone bringing other possibilities to mind.

He unbuttoned her shirt despite her giving him eyes that begged him to just rip them off and stared at her with a look in his eyes cleaning her as his and his alone.

She leaned in to kiss him again but her only gave her a chaste one before pulling back. "Marinette I can't kiss you anymore."

She wanted to ask why, but she'd had enough of asking. Instead, she just shut her eyes and let him touch her.

Her gasps and moans filled the air along with his at the sight of her arousal.

He made his way around her body with a kiss here and a bite there. The idea of not being able to move her hands against him frustrated a part of her but amplified the experience.

The idea of him being able to do whatever he wanted her (or at least whatever he was comfortable doing to her) had her grinding against his face.

She bit her lip harshly as he licked at her nub and sucked relentlessly over her underwear, his hand pulling her legs apart as far as they were willing to go.

She felt tears build up at the overstimulation of pleasure.

He removed his mouth and before she could protest, his mouth found its way over the nipple protruding from her bra. She gasped as he licked around and over, groping the other one harshly.

She wheezed. "Shi--okay. Okay." She sucked a breath in and attempted to try and calm her racing heart. She wanted oh so deeply to grab the back of his head and press it down.

He could feel himself throbbing painfully through his trousers but held onto himself just a little longer.

He was so close to falling but for her sake, he would grasp onto every available straw.

He knew he had to do something to feed his hunger and so grinded against her. Electricity zapped through him and the contact and her sudden response of pleasure, a deep moan threatening to ruin everything he was trying so hard not keep in place.

He released her nipple from his lips, still massaging the other, and grinded again harder.

He panted and sucked a breath in. Shit. He knew he shouldn't keep doing this, because he was here to pleasure her but he could feel logic and reason escape him. Almost as though his arousal were giving logic the finger.

He knew all the reasons he shouldn't and yet continued to move against her, his hips twitching from the intensity of the contact.

At this point, he was clawing her hip. Holding onto it like a life rope and dragging her down as he went up and pulling it up as he went down.

She bit her lip in a desperate attempt not to cry out.

His hips grew faster and less lenient in their travels and he soon found his head hovering over hers, so desperately wanting to kiss her but choosing not to put of fear that that would be what would tip him over.

His fingers stopped massaging her nipple and he moved his now free hand onto her other hip gripping it tightly too.

At this point, he was on top of her dragging her up and down as he traced and slammed his bulge against her nub and trying his damn hardest not to close the gap between his lips and hers.

Her eyes were screwed shut and he could do nothing but watch her face morph into different expressions.

At last, she finally opened her mouth but the words that came out of it had his anxieties crawling up his neck.

"I-I-Wai--Wait " She gulped. "Slower. I'm-I'm--"

He interrupted her before she could finish, flashes of guilt and what ifs invading him. "Shit. Shit sorry. Am I. Am I doing too much? Are you hurt?" He froze his movements in an instant, although he could still feel himself shuddering, and pulled his head back allowing her space to breathe.

His eyebrows furrowed out of worry. "Should we stop?"

He waited for her to catch her breath, self doubts catching up to him.

"N-no. Calm down, I'm fine. I just--"

Her words eased his beating her slightly, but the what ifs still remained intact.

What if he'd actually hurt her but she was top considerate to say.

What if he'd already been going too fast and she was getting tired.

What if--

"Damian, I'm fine really. It's just--I'm gonna-" She let out a shaky moan. "I--" She bit her lip and her hips bucked forward hitting his. Her eyes opened slowly and she opened her mouth wider to carry on but rather than words, a deep moan escaped and she shuddered at her release.

His eyes remained locked on her face and the expressions that forced his release. He shuddered against her and held her down gently by the hips, a gap between her and his, taking the time for both of them to catch their breath.

He looked down at his soiled pants and swore, his head naturally finding itself back on her shoulder.

"We should clean up and leave. Now."

She nodded in a daze and watched him mesmerized at the sight of his muscled arms as he undid his belt around her arms.

He pulled her back up, one arm on her hip and the other on her back and she almost giggled as he grabbed their blazers, propping her against his arm.

Her legs shook and it took a while for her to regain most of her balance, still shook by the intensity of their make out.

She knew he was wasted too as she watched his arms shake slightly and yet her kept his composure at a skill befitting that of a master.

He released her, his gaze travelling down before his eyes opened slightly and he quickly shrugged his blazer over over and buttoned up the front to cover her cleavage.

His eyes met hers and if she weren't already used to it, she would've gone weak again.

His hair was in a mess and his eyes were wild behind the cold front he kept.

She picked her bag up and indicated towards the door drawing hod attention away from her and onto the fact that they had to leave now before they got caught.

He held his briefcase (yes, he has a briefcase) in front of him covering the front of his trousers and started towards the door following her from behind.

As he wondered what the hell he was going to tell his brothers when he got home, she was cursed with the constant reminder that he was one hell of a kisser.