-Anya POV-

She wanted to laugh at herself. She was acting so weird. It felt so strange.

Damian was blushing the entire drive, trying to hide his hard on as he raced to his house. She smirked at the thought, but her thoughts kept spilling out,

"Damian, I know you can hardly wait to get home, but you should focus on the road, pretty little Sy-on Boy."

Pretty? She had called him, Damian Desmond, one of the most feared and popular people at Eden Academy pretty? She must have lost her mind. His thoughts were spilling into hers again,

God, what am I going to do? I'm dying from her. If there is one more red light, I might just speed past it.

She knew why she was acting that way. It was just too much fun teasing him and she couldn't hold herself back. For all his bravado and strong attitude, he was so-

Damian stopped the car abruptly at his house's garage, sitting up, looking at her, eyes wide,

"Should we go inside?"

Anya nodded as he unlocked both of their doors, rushing out of his to open hers for her. She smiled at the gesture. Her sweet little Sy-on Boy.

He should enjoy the moment because she was about to destroy his world.

Damian fumbled with his keys as she stood behind him, whispering into his neck,

"I think it was the red key, Sy-on Boy."

Damian's back straightened up, putting the red key into the keyhole, the door revealing his house. It was grand and spacious, full of some of the most grand furniture made by luxury designers. She saw a couch that her mother, Yor, had been looking at the other day, grumbling about how it was too expensive and how those things should be more reasonably priced. Anya had nodded along with her back then, but seeing it in person now, she could understand why it had been so expensive.

"Anya, do you want to go up to my room?"

Anya looked at him, his coat off and his tie removed, his shirt half undone, revealing his collarbones and the top of his ribs. He was stunning; he could have been a model in one of those fashion magazines Becky always showed her.

"Of course, Damian."

He grabbed her hand, holding it gently as he led her up the stairs, opening the door. It was rather plain compared to the rest of the house.

"I know, it's nothing special compared to the rest of the house. It's really plain. I should get some posters, but I couldn't think of any bands that I would really like to have," Damian rambled on.

Anya shook her head smiling as she pushed him on the bed,

"It's perfect."

She held down his hands, placing kisses all over his face,

"Anya-"

She put one his mouth, silencing him,

"Anya, wait,"

She sat up looking at him, half undone. His shirt was completely gone now and his hair was a mess,

"Anya, in the drawer to your left."

She raised an eyebrow, opening the drawer, revealing a box of condoms. She smirked at him,

"I see what you're thinking, Desmond."

He blushed, his face turning crimson then pink,

"You can give it to me."

Anya laughed pulling down his pants,

"I don't think so."

His breathing was shallow, little whimpers coming out of him,

"Anya, please."

She rolled the condom over his hard dick.

He shuddered at her touch, moaning.

"Anya, you're killing me."

She smirked,

"Good."

He scowled, flipping her underneath him and him on top. She blushed,

"My my how the roles have been reversed," Her Sy-on Boy mused, smirking. She blushed as he leaned over her,

"Funny. Perhaps this is exactly what I wanted?" She replied, hoping her blush didn't give her away.

Damian laughed,

"Is it? From what I could tell, you liked being in charge."

Anya blushed even harder, her face turning the same shade as her hair as he started fussing at her dress,

"How did you even get this on?" He scowled as Anya snickered,

"It's simple," She pulled the beautiful dress over her head, revealing a matching bra and underwear set. Damian gasped a little, his warm breath heating her in the cold room and sheets.

"You're stunning."

Anya blushed as he tilted his head down, pulling at her underwear, his tongue circling her clit. She could feel the climax building inside her when he stopped all of a sudden,

"Damian," she groaned, "Please."

He laughed,

"What was that, Anya? I couldn't hear you."

She looked at him pleading,

"Damian, Sy-on Boy please."

Damian laughed tilting his head back there, continuing. Anya gripped the bed sheets underneath her as she could feel herself come undone. It felt unreal, and too good to be true.

"God, Damian," she whispered as she leaned up to kiss his neck.

He whimpered as he leaned into her, his hard cock throbbing. She flipped him down onto the bed, positioning him at her entrance.

He groaned as he entered her and she began riding him,

"God, Anya, I'm going to-"

He let out another whimper, as she shifted off of him, collapsing on the bed, as he quickly grabbed her into his arms.

"Anya, it's you. It's always going to be you. Please."

She turned to face him,

"Don't worry, Sy-on Boy. You can't get rid of me that easily."

do y'all want to see Damian's pov of this? bcs i have that planned but if you don't care abt it then i won't and i'll just move on with the story and change the chapter count. (or mb not i still haven't decided if i want side stories bcs i might have another spy x family ff planned .)

love life update? the guy that sits next to me in one of my classes is extra nice to me? and like gets me stuff and always talks to me since i have no friends in there even though he has a ton in that class? he's younger tho so idk how to feel :333

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