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What a day you have had. Railed in the library on top of a super swagalicious bean bag chair, then you got eaten out in that abandoned hospital/psych ward/orphanage. Your day can’t get any better!
But it can for sure get a whole lot worse. As you marinate in your afterglow for far too long, it dawns on you that this is your last day with Damien. Well, in the sense of him fucking you senseless at least. The bet with his dads will end tomorrow and he’ll have no use for you anymore. Not to mention prom is tomorrow and you can't even use the bet as an excuse to make him go with you.
You’d be lying if you said you weren't at least scared that things will be so different after today. Different but the same. Damien will probably go back to ignoring you until you force yourself in his daily life and he’s forced to pay attention to you. No longer will you sneak off to a specific location to fuck his frustration out. No longer will you have marks from his teeth darkening your flesh. No longer will you get to kiss those sweet demon lips.
You’re outside, attending the pre-prom night party pre-game party when you get a text from the very prince of hell that’s weighing your mind and lowkey making you hella sad.
He wants you to meet him in the gym.
Okay, you, it’s your last day with Damien. This is your final fuck, your farewell fuck some might say. No, neither of you are actually going anywhere, but Damien’s dick is breaking up with your vagina and who knows when they’ll meet again. You feel so bad for them. They fit each other so well…
You leave the pre-prom night pre-prom party pre-game party with little trouble. Miranda and Vera do bully you a bit for your appearance, but you get a make over montage out of it which is kinda sick. Your hair is all pretty and bouncy now, like a bitch in a shampoo commercial. You smell really good too, which is kinda rare for you. Miranda said you smelt like a wet dog… which could actually be racist…
I don’t know what kind of monster heritage you have, but it’s Miranda so safe to assume she’s being racist.
Anyway, the racist pink one said you smell like wet dog and sprayed you down with her very expensive princess perfume. Now you smell like money and diamonds with a hint of ocean breeze. It’s an alluring aroma, no doubt. Miranda even let you keep the bottle which was surprisingly nice. Would’ve been nicer if she didn’t say “ You definitely need it more than I do!” while giving it to you, but still niceish.
Polly also gave you 50 bucks to just wear lingerie under your clothes for the rest of the day. Odd thing to pay someone to do. Especially since you’d do literally anything for Polly if she asked. Not even just Polly. If any of Spooky High’s Most Eligible asked you to carve out your own kidney on the spot you’d do it hoping for a kiss in return. Like, you’re known for being a helpful little submissive with no self respect. She did not need to pay you.
Anyway, you needed 50 bucks so you didn’t ask questions. Plus the lingerie is cute and surprisingly comfortable. It’s a lacy one piece with an open crotch. The lace is soft, like incredibly soft. So soft you can barely feel it against your skin at all.
You, surprisingly, didn’t even think about the bonus of your fun little make over right before meeting Damien until you were standing in front of the gym’s big ass double doors.
Nerves hit you, which is a little odd. You’ve done this song and dance countless times over the past few weeks and nothing has changed.
Yet. Nothing has changed yet.
After tonight, after this, everything might change. You can feel it weighing down in your gut. You know once you go through those doors you’ll have an hour left with Damien. One final hour to make sweet sweet love to him before everything goes back to how it was.
With a deep breath, you push the doors open.
The first thing you see is Damien standing in the center of a ring of candles with his back to you. The gym is dark around him aside from the candles’ faint flickers. An ominous red light peering in through the windows paired with a cold breeze from the ac gives you a chill and unsettling feeling that you walked into your doom. Also with the demon standing in a literal circle of candles you kinda get the vibe you miiight be scarified or something. Or maybe there will be kinky wax play? Maybe both! You’d be down for both.
Damien swears loudly about “fucking flowers” before he turns to face you and you lose your breath.
He’s wearing a suit and in his hands he’s holding a bouquet of roses, those must be the fucking flowers he was screaming about. He’s blushing and he actually looks… nervous?
“Hey, loser.” He greets, smirking that smirk despite the shake in his voice.
“Hey…?” You greet back, cautious and curious as you eye his fine ass down. “What’s all this?”
Damien scoffs, his red cheeks growing pink kinda rapidly. “What do you mean? Is it not fucking obvious?!”
You shake your head and Damien groans. Loudly.
“Prom!” He blurts out, pointing to the giant banner behind him. “I’m asking you to prom!”
You actively avoid actually going to class so your SMARTS are well below average, so it’s really no surprise to you that you missed the big ass red banner with “PROM????” written across it in… is that blood? Well, that’s why you couldn’t see it! Red on red in a red room? Whoever set this up doesn’t know shit about color theory.
“Yo! You fuckin there?!” Damien waves the flowers in your face, bringing your attention back to him. “You gonna answer the fucking question?”
You blink. “What question?”
“Will you go to prom with me?!?!” Damien screams instead of just asking like a normal monster. “Fucking hell!”
“Oh!” You blink again and then you pinch yourself. It fucking hurts so you’re not dreaming.
YOU'RE NOT DREAMING??! DAMIEN ASKED YOU TO PROM!!!
“HOLY SHIT!” You finally shout when it finally clicks. “Yes!” You blurt out taking the flowers from Damien with a smile that’s so wide and so fucking happy it hurts. “Duh! Yes, fuck yes! Holy shit, yes!”
“Thank fuck,” he breathes, his shoulders relaxing. It’s almost like he was worried you’d say no.
You say no to him?! Ha! What a laugh!
You’re still squealing when you pull Damien in and kiss him. It’s slow at first but builds fast. You can feel him on every part of you. His chest pressed against yours, his hard meeting your soft as he pulls you even closer. Rough hands feel you anywhere and everywhere he can reach, pulling at your clothes like they’d fall off at his will and-- oh.. They did.
You don’t even pretend to understand how it happened, but your clothes literally fell off to pile at your feet, leaving you in nothing more than that sexy piece of lingerie Polly gave you.
“Fuck.” Damien growls when he pulls away, falling to his knees and kissing up your thighs. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” He whispers against your skin
Your heart skips and he spreads your legs, whispering the sweetest things about you as he buries his face between your thighs. The lover boy in him on full display and you’re downright giddy.
You cry out in pleasure when his magical tongue runs up your slit. Monster God, it’s been so long. How long has it been since you had Damien’s mouth on you? A couple hours? A few days? Shit, it feels like it’s been months. Like your life is that shitty smut and the author took a stupidly long hiatus, doing fuck all, giving you blue balls indefinitely.
But now the hiatus is over and you’re overwhelmed with the pleasure of your lover’s forked tongue hitting all the right spots.
Your grip on his one good horn and his grip on your ass keep you steady when your legs start shaking. Gasps of air that sound sort of like his name echo in the gym paired with the slurping between your legs in a symphony of sexy hornieness.
You’re so close, sooo close when Damien pulls away. He smiles as he stands, moaning as he passes your taste to you. His taste mixed with yours is the same as always, except maybe a bit sweeter. The added spice of ✨love and genuine romance✨ is like sugar on his lips.
And yours, apparently.
Your demonic lover takes you to the ground, his kisses moving down to your neck. He savors the flavor of your skin, moaning against you like it’s giving him pleasure just to kiss you. It’s sure as hell giving you pleasure when he kisses you. Especially when he has a hand massaging your tit with his teeth scraping across your skin.
You’re positively fucking writhing beneath him. Clawing at his suit jacket, breathing in his ear begging him please for something. What are you begging him for exactly? I dunno, fucking something.
When he pulls back, smirking as he throws his suit jacket off, you figure you were begging for that.
His tie is next. He pulls it down and throws it over his head on three quick motions.
Then it’s his shirt, which he unbuttons as he kisses you. It’s as hot as it is infuriating. You’re dying for him to touch you, but the sight of his red skin is soo worth the wait.
“Fuck…” he breathes looking down at you like he’s positively starving. “The things you do to me.”
You feel the vibration of Damien’s growl against your throat as he kisses you there again. And then lower and lower. His large hands kneading your breasts as he kisses their flesh. He moves the lingerie out of the way and worships your tits as they deserve to be worshiped. Biting and sucking like he’s trying to give you spots and you kinda hope he does.
The Prince of hell says something about you tasting good everywhere with a big bite of titty. Well, actually, something about you tasting “so fucking good” everywhere. It’s hard to make out the finer details with your boob flesh muffling his voice.
“I’ve had feasts that don’t taste as good as you,” is what he groans around your left nipple before he moves to the right with a lick of his lips. “Fucking delicious.”
“Damien..” you groan, hands running through his hair. “Please…”
“Complete sentences, loser.” He says with a mouth full of you.
“Fuck… you…”
He pauses, eyebrow arched as he gives you one chance to correct yourself as he tongue dances over your peak.
“Fuuuck… me?”
The grin that takes Damien’s face has you absolutely soaked. “Good girl.”
And that has you gushing like a damn waterfall.
He takes your lips on his again as he positions himself between your thighs, his hand sliding between your folds to make sure you’re still wet. Which you are, of course. It’s like a fucking slip-n-slide down there and you can’t wait for him to slip inside. Hehe.
When Damien pulls away from the kiss he’s got his hot red rod in his hand already. Stroking himself as he looks at you with a certain softness beneath the lust that clouds his eyes. He groans, his eyes rolling back as he bucks into his hand.
“Beg.”
You might as well just cum at that point because holy shit.
“Damien,” you whine, scooting closer like you can just jump his bones from beneath him. “Please fuck me.”
He smirks, ripping the condom open with his teeth like it’s his favorite party trick before he growls, “more.”
And so you beg like a needy little whore. Practically moaning his name without him even touching you. You’re just so so fucking desperate to feel him inside you that your pride (the very little of it you had left) can go fuck itself. With a final cry of “fuck me” Damien snaps the condom into place with a grin.
“Gladly.”
And then he does just that. Sliding into you with the expertise and precision of someone clearly experienced in your body and pleasure. He sighs as he bottoms out, holding you closer as his hips start slow and steady thrusts. This isn’t like the other times. He’s not fucking you to get it out of his system. It’s not just sex to pass the time. He’s making love to you. Honest to Monster God love.
Sweet and almost tender. Full of soft touches, handfuls of you that he appreciates so deeply. Deep kisses that swallow your moans as his hips grind into yours. Fucking Careless Whisper even starts playing and you swear you see rose petals falling all around you. It is the most romantic and intoxicatingly sexy thing you’ve ever seen.
As Damien looks down at you, yellow eyes full of so much more than lust, you realize something.
You’re in love with him.
You used to joke about that, who wasn’t in love with Damien LaVey? But now, looking into his eyes to the demonic soul underneath, you realize you do actually love him. His chaotic energy, his anger issues, his volume problems, every fucked up peice of him. You love it all.
And when he kisses you like nothing else matters you’re so BOLD to assume he loves you too.
You continue making love like that for what feels like a lifetime. Eventually he rolls over so you’re on top, riding him and keeping that slow pace. Savoring every moment of bliss in this stinky gym. He grips your hips, meeting your thrusts with a bit more force. His back arches, his head flying back with a strangled cry of your name.
“Fuck!” He swears, his hips sputtering as his nails dig into your flesh. “Not yet.” He grits through his teeth.
Holy shit… is he gonna cum first??
“Damien?” You keep rolling your hips, making him practically sob as he tries to keep you still.
“Wait! Wait…” he breathes when he finally makes you seize your fucking.
His extremely toned chest heaves as he chases his breath. You can’t help but smile. Your pussy sure must be magical if Damien needed to stop in the middle to keep from cumming early. You assumed he had smut protag stamina, but here he is throbbing inside you as he holds you painfully still. You try fighting his hand, but his grip on your hips is tight enough to leave bruises.
“I said wait.” He warns through his teeth.
You hold your hands up in surrender, biting back a smile. “Sorry.”
Damien holds your stare, glaring at you for a bit before his breathing settles.
“I have been…” the demon prince starts, moving his hips beneath you slowly. …“waiting for this…” his movements get a low moan from you. Slow and steady but so deep hitting the right spots. “…all fucking day.” His rhythm stays consistent, though his movements grow rougher. “I’m not cumming yet.”
Next thing you know, you’re on your back gasping and writhing beneath him. His lips crash into yours as you roll your hips against his. The friction is so sweet, so fucking addictive you could die like this. And when his hand finds your clit you’re crying against his lips.
“That’s better,” he breathes, moving ever so faster.
Slowly, so fucking slowly, he picks up the pace. Fucking you into the gym floor as the sounds of your bodies echoes around you mixing with the sound of his name falling from your lips. Nails dig into his back, his teeth sink into your skin. When you finally cum you’re nearly crying from the intensity and raw passion of it all. Fuck, you’ve never cum this hard in your life. Everytime Damien is inside you he gets better and better. Like he’s studied you each time before and knows exactly what you want and need. The right angels, the right rhythms, the rights speeds. If your body was a book Damien has read you cover to cover ten times over and when he’s fucking you he’s writing an essay worthy of a fucking medal.
Damien cums shortly after you, having held on just long enough to get you there first. He kisses you when he finishes, his hips still moving slowly inside you to keep the high going as long as he can.
After that he just lays with you.
Damien LaVey lays beside you on the gym floor running his fingers through your hair and he lets you catch your breath. And you’re casing your breath down but the way he’s looking at you keeps it just out of reach.
“I think I’m in love with you.”
The world slows as you blink. You stare at his perfect face, heart pounding in your chest at a million beats a minute. I don’t know much about your monster anatomy but I’m pretty fucking sure that’s not healthy and your heart might actually explode.
Not that you care, of course. Fuck me and my concern for your health, the love of your life just confessed to you!
You’re kissing Damien like you need his air since you can’t get your own anymore. Holding him closely as you smile with tears welling in your eyes. It’s not a perfect confession. It’s no roses or kissing in the rain. It’s so simple, so raw. So Damien.
But he’s perfect, so close enough.
“I love you.” You whisper against his lips with a smile so happy it almost hurts.
Damien smirks, kissing you again as he rolls you onto your back. “I’d fucking hope so, loser.”
The two of you spend so long in that gym that you actually get locked inside. Waaay past school hours fucking and love making into the early morning without a care in the world. Your monster parents and his demon dads and blowing up your phones but neither of you care. When you’re not fucking, you’re just holding eachother. Talking, laughing, planning for prom as you sit tangled in eachother. You’ve never been so happy, and the way Damien looks at your hands intertwined tells you he feels equally as happy.
You had a blast at prom the next day. Damien picked you up in a flaming red stretch limo straight outta hell. The two of you spent the whole ride on top of and inside of each other, much to the driver’s dismay.
Damien spiked the punch bowl, which was already spiked by like ten other monsters so by the time you had a sip it was jungle juice with a splash of the original punch which led to you blacking out. When you came to the next day you and Damien were still in your prom gear in a reeeaaaally nice hotel suite but both of you were some how hangover free.
Which was great because you spent the entire day after prom fucking all over your expensive hotel room neither of your can recall paying for. He made you tell him you love him almost every time you came, except for the times you were gagged of course, and he’d say it back before kissing you. Despite the sweat, cum, and blood everywhere, it was honestly the most romantic way to spend the day after prom. Yay for you!
The End :)