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Smut but at the same time not smut. But it is implied. It's my first time writing something like this so I hope you guys like it!

From Jon's Perspective

It took me far too long to finally break you. To finally bring out the whimpering, moaning mess you are now under me.

God you don't know what you do to me.

You're like a drug, wrapping around my mind until you're all I can think of. Your taste is intoxicating. Your touch is captivating. Your sounds are exhilarating. Your gaze is thrilling.

When I kiss your lips, the taste you leave is a toxin, pulling me in for more when I know I should stop. But I can't. It stays on my lips, ghosting my dreams and reminding me of your taste.

When you touch me, the feeling you leave is captivating, like you have me on a leash that you tug on for me to come back for more. You know just where to touch me to make me feel good, to make me never leave.

When your moans and cries drift into my ears, they're like a rough melody that I could listen to on repeat forever. Your sounds engrave themselves into my mind, familiar and exhilarating each time I hear them.

When your eyes meet mine, I only know you. The way they sparkle with your tears and shut in pleasure as I give it to you. The way your lashes flutter closed when you can't take it anymore. Your gaze is enchanting, putting me under a spell I can never escape from.

You're all I know in the moment. All I feel. All I taste. All I hear. All I see. You're my everything.

God you're perfect. From your gorgeous body that arches and curves in all the right ways, down to your inner insecurities.

I love the way your skin feels against mine, it feels so right when your curves meet mine like puzzle pieces. I love how my touch can make you squirm and moan.

I love it when your lips form my name. As a whisper. As a moan. As a cry. As a scream. As a greeting. As a question. As an answer. As a whine.

Oh god look at you. Sweat glistens all over your gorgeous and naturally tanned body as you curve and tense at my every move.

Your enthralling emerald green eyes can't seem to open as your chest heaves, my name leaving your wet, intoxicating lips accompanied by cries, begs and moans.

You're muscles tense and relax with each of my thrusts as your back arches up to meet my stomach.

The way your toes curl and how the sheets are gripped in your fingers is beyond me.

Your dark hair his matted to your forehead with sweat as your head tips back, your hands that once gripped the crisp white sheets finding their way to my back.

You dig your nails into my skin, crying out as you rake long lines across my back. Lines that will remind me how good I make you feel.

The blush dusting your cheeks compliments your tanned skin, a darker pink than the colour of the scars that litter your beautiful body.

I leaned down to meet those familiar intoxicating lips, quieting your noises for a brief moment before you can't hold them back and they're forced into my mouth. Your hands draw more lines across my back as you let out a final loud yell.

Your body relaxes under me into the sheets as you release, gracing me with your fluids.

Your hands lay limp against your head as you pant heavily, breathing in and out as you patiently wait for me to finish. Your eyes remain closed as you try and client your thoughts but to no avail as you lay limp beneath me.

When I finally finish, you arch into me once again, releasing another loud cry of my name.

I lean down you your ear and whisper softly, reminding you who you truly belong to.

I am the one who makes you feel this way. I am the only one who can make you feel this way. Because you are mine.

You are mine and mine only Damian Wayne.

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I have some angst planned so beware children and prepare to sacrifice your tears.