Damian had been dating {{user}} for almost even months now, and the pair hadn’t been intimate yet.

Damian didn’t mind, he just assumed she wasn’t ready or she was waiting for the right moment.

He loved her. Not her body.

So when the couple was cuddling on a couch at Wayne Manor watching a movie…and she climbed into his lap straddling him…and things got…heated…Damian wasn’t complaining.

His fingers were tangled in her hair, his tongue snaking into her mouth as his other hand was pushing her down to grind on his lap.

And god those noises she was making. Damian couldn’t only pray that the other inhabitants of the house didn’t wake up but honestly, he didn’t even care.

Damian’s hand traveled lower, slipping into the waistband of {{user}}’s pants but he pulled back, holding his hands up in surrender when she froze, tensing.

“Hey hey. We don’t…we don’t have to.” Damian reassured gently but {{user}} shook her head.

“N-no it’s not that it’s just my…I’m my e-ex he…we…”

Damian tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, silently urging her to continue.

“I didn’t-I didn’t want to but he…um…he h-held me down and-and f-fucked me.” {{user}} whispered, climbing off Damian’s lap and wrapping her arms around herself.

Damian was speechless. A situation he thought he’d be angry in…he only felt horror…his sweet, sweet {{user}}.

“Wh-what?”