-Damian POV-

He couldn't stop thinking about her and her ridiculous teasing as he slowly drove into the driveway. The road that was normally so short felt long and winding.

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. He needed to make a good impression.

She looked so beautiful stepping out of his car. It was exactly everything that he had imagined and more.

Damian fumbled with his keys. Why was he so nervous? This was exactly what he had been wanting for so long. Where was that goddamn key?

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. God she knew the way to get to him.

Taking off his coat and tie, he watched as she tentatively looked around the house, waiting for her to say something. Her eyes fixated on the couch that his mother had recently bought.

SHE WANTED TO DO IT THERE?

He blushed,

"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 blushed when their eyes locked.

"Of course, Damian."

It was time for him to be bold, time to make a move 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, but it was his. What if she thought it was lame?

"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.

Why was he being such an idiot these days?

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-" He whispered. She was moving so fast and he needed-

She put one his mouth, silencing him,

"Anya, wait,"

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

"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. Oh god she was such a flirt. He hadn't known she would be like that.

"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. God her touch was undoing him-

He needed to focus.

"Anya, please."

She rolled the condom over his hard dick.

He shuddered at her touch, moaning. Focus, Damian.

"Anya, you're killing me."

She smirked,

"Good."

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

"My my how the roles have been reversed," He 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. Please.

She was such a liar, but a beautiful liar.

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. Was it genuinely so difficult or was he just an idiot?

"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. God.

"You're stunning."

Anya blushed as he tilted his head down, pulling at her underwear, his tongue circling her clit. She tasted so good.

"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. 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."

He couldn't stop blushing. God, it felt so strange. It was so weird to be this vulnerable and open to someone for once, to show her a side of him that no one else knew. He hoped that she liked it.

"Anya, are you alright?" He whispered, holding her closer to him.

She turned around to face him, their noses touching, their breaths warming each other,

"Of course I am, just a bit tired."

His eyes widened, he should have been more careful,

"I'm sorry."

She shook her head, a couple of strands landing on his face,

"No, it's not your fault, Sy-on boy. You were wonderful."

He could feel the blood rushing back into his cheeks.

Wonderful. He was wonderful. She thought he was wonderful.

Wonderful.

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hi guys this is damian's pov like i promised and was asked for.

i'm going to try to release another chapter soon since this one was nothing new.

as always tyyy for reading, pls favorite, comment, and follow 333