One night stand..?

"you work as a spy for your mafia gang. Damian is your rival, and works for the enemy mafia gang. So, clearly, you two should hate each other. But if that's true, why is he sitting shirtless on your kitchen counter while you stitch up all his injuries?" "Damian grunts with discomfort, trying not to squirm as you stitch him up." "Ugh, don't you know how to be gentle? Jesus…" "he grumbles as you go to grab some medical wrap for his chest to stop it from bleeding."

"Damian grunts in pain again as you continue stitching, but tries his best not to squirm too much. He glares at you, narrowing his eyes." "Watch it, I'm not too injured that I can't still kick your ass." "he growls, though there's no real threat in his tone. More like playful banter." "And this 'marble countertop' is nothing special. I've seen way nicer." "he scoffs, glancing around your run down kitchen." "You really need to redecorate in here. It's so drab." "he comments, trying to take his mind off the pain by insulting your home. Though secretly, he doesn't really mind it too much. As long as he's with you."

"Damian hisses in pain as you start stitching the larger wounds, his muscles tensing up. He tries to glare at you again but it comes out as more of a pained grimace." "Fuck, watch it will you? You're not exactly gentle you know." "he grumbles. He's quiet for a moment as he thinks, not wanting to admit the real reason he came to you." "Tch, as if I wanted to see your ugly mug." "he scoffs, looking away." "Those bastards from the Northside gang got the jump on me okay? I may have...underestimated how many there were. So I came here to patch myself up since I knew you were the only idiot around with basic first aid skills." "he mutters, not meeting your gaze. Though you both know the real reason was that he trusts you the most, even if you are rivals."

"And for your information, leather and wood has more style than this boring ass white tile." "he retorts, glancing around again with distaste. Trying to change the subject from why he really came to you." "Maybe if you redecorated with something less sterile, you wouldn't be such a lonely bastard all the time." "he teases, smirking over at you through the pain."

"Damian winces as you tighten the bandage harshly, glaring at you again." "Ow, fuck! Watch it would you?" "he growls. But then his expression softens slightly at your next words, hearing the underlying care in your tone despite your flat delivery." "...Yeah yeah, I know. Not like I was trying to get myself killed." "he mutters, looking away almost shyly. Not used to this softer side you're showing."

"Those assholes just caught me by surprise is all, jumped me in a back alley when I wasn't paying attention. Won't happen again." "he promises, meeting your gaze with an unusual earnestness. Like he really doesn't want to do anything to break the...truce? understanding? you two seem to have." "Thanks for patching me up. I know you didn't have to." "he says quietly, the teasing tone gone for once. In the dim light, you think you see a faint dusting of pink on his cheeks but you can't be sure." "I owe you one."

"Damian watches you move away, a strange expression on his face as you say he owes you multiple. He's not used to being in anyone's debt." "Tch, yeah right." "he scoffs, though there's no real bite to it. He glances around your kitchen again as you flick on the coffeemaker."

"Sure, coffee sounds good." "he replies, watching the mug fill up with the dark liquid. It reminds him of your eyes in this dim light." "Thanks." "he says again as you hand him the mug once it's full. Your hands brush and he feels a spark of something at the brief contact. He looks away, taking a sip of the hot coffee to distract himself."

"So...you really can't sleep huh?" "he asks, glancing back at you. Almost like he's...concerned? for you too. It's unusual to see this softer side to the usually gruff mafia enforcer. But only you seem to bring it out in him like this."

"Damian nods in understanding at your reasoning for staying up." "Fair enough." "he replies, following your gaze to the medical supplies and blood stains scattered around."

"Sorry about the mess." "he says almost sheepishly, taking another sip of coffee. He watches you over the rim of his mug, admiring your features in the low light. The sharp angles of your face, your dark eyes that see right through him."

"Let me help clean up at least, since I'm the one who caused it." "he offers, setting his now empty mug down and sliding off the counter, wincing a little as his injuries protest the movement." "You stitched me up, it's the least I can do." "he insists, starting to gather the used bandages and supplies. Trying to find some way to repay even a little of his debt to you."

"Damian meets your gaze, a little surprised at the lack of bite in your expression. It's...nice, seeing you like this. Softer around the edges, even if just for a moment."

"Yeah, faster that way." "he agrees, taking the spray bottle and rag from you. Your hands brush again and this time he's sure he feels a spark of something between you both, like static electricity. He tries not to let it show on his face."

"Thanks." "he murmurs, moving to start scrubbing at the dried blood on the countertop. Working together in a comfortable silence, the only sounds are your rag scrubbing and the spray of bleach from the bottle. It's...domestic, almost. A side to you both that outsiders would never believe."

"Lost in thought, Damian glances over at you working beside him. For once allowing himself to admire you openly without your notice. Wondering if maybe, just maybe, there could be more between you than this rivalry..."

"Damian freezes under your gaze, caught staring so openly. But he doesn't look away, can't look away from your intense stare. He sees things in your eyes too, little details he's never noticed before in the low light."

"His breath catches as that familiar spark between you grows into something more, a fluttering in his chest that spreads through his body like wildfire. An emotion he's been pushing down for so long but can no longer deny, not under your gaze."

"Slowly, hesitantly, he sets the rag down and takes a small step towards you. Reaching out almost of its own accord, his hand brushes your cheek in a feather light caress. Searching your eyes for any sign to stop, any hint of rejection. But he sees only that same emotion reflected back at him, and it makes his heart soar with hope."

"Is...is this okay?" "he whispers, voice rough with emotion. All the teasing and rivalry between you forgotten in that moment. There's just you, and him, and this charged thing growing between you both in the dark of night."

"Damian's breath hitches at your words, fearing for a moment that you're rejecting him. But you lean into his touch still, don't pull away, and he realizes you just mean the situation, not him personally."

"I know." "he whispers back just as softly, caressing your cheek tenderly with his thumb." "We're rivals, it could destroy everything. But..." "he trails off, searching your eyes as you open them to meet his gaze again."

"I don't think I can keep pretending anymore. Not when you look at me like that." "he admits quietly, voice rough with emotion." "Just...just for tonight, can we forget all that? Just this once..." "he pleads softly, leaning in so your foreheads are resting together as you both get lost in each other's eyes." "Please..."

"Damian lets out a shaky breath at your agreement, heart soaring with relief and joy and anticipation all at once." "Okay. Just tonight." "he agrees softly, pulling back just enough to meet your eyes again. His gaze searches yours, filled with an emotion he's never allowed himself to show until now."

"Thank you." "he murmurs, leaning in to close the remaining distance between you. His lips brush yours in the barest of touches at first, hesitant and questioning. But as you don't pull away, he presses more firmly, kissing you deeply as he's wanted to for so long now. All the pent up tension and longing pouring out into it."

"His arms slide around your waist to pull you flush against him as he kisses you, forgetting everything but you in that moment. Just wanting to get lost in you, if only for tonight."

"Damian groans low in his throat at your moan, kissing you hungrily like a man starved. Your body pressed so perfectly against his awakens a burning need and desire he's fought to suppress for far too long."

"When you finally part for air, chest heaving as he gazes down at your swollen lips and flushed face, he thinks he's never seen a more beautiful sight. Your smoldering eyes and heated voice stoke the flames of his longing higher."

"Fuck, yes." "is all he manages to growl out, desire thick in his voice. He lets you pull him down the hall eagerly, every step agony and bliss as he resists the urge to pin you against the wall right there and claim you."

"The bedroom door has barely closed behind you both before his lips are back on yours, kissing you deeply as his hands roam your body eagerly. Finally allowing himself to touch you how he's dreamed of for so long. Tonight you're both his, consequences be damned, and he fully intends to worship every inch of you."

"Damian groans at your words, desire and need burning hotly in his veins as he watches you with smoldering eyes. His own hands roam over your body, tracing every curve and dip eagerly."

"Gladly." "he growls out huskily, letting you unbuckle his belt and slide his pants off. He steps out of them quickly before reaching for the hem of your shirt."

"With a flick of his wrist, he pulls it up over your head to reveal the perky breasts he's admired from afar for so long now. Without hesitation, he leans down to take one into his mouth hungrily while kneading the other breast with one hand."

"Fuck...you're gorgeous." "he murmurs against your skin between kisses and nips. The taste of you on his tongue is intoxicating as he lavishes attention on each nipple in turn."

"Damian groans at the sensation of your hands on his cock, pleasure and need thrumming through him. He leans back from your breasts to look down at you with smoldering eyes."

"Is that so?" "he growls out huskily, watching as you stroke him eagerly." "Well let's see if I can't live up to those expectations."

"With a swift motion, he hooks his fingers into the waistband of your pants and panties before tugging them down in one go. His breath catches as he takes in the sight of you fully exposed before him for the first time. You're even more beautiful than he imagined."

"Fuck...you're perfect." "he murmurs softly, running a hand over your smooth skin reverently."

"Damian grunts in surprise as you suddenly push him back onto the bed, but the smirk and hunger in your eyes only serves to stoke the flames of his desire hotter."

"Fucking hell woman, you'll be the death of me." "he growls out huskily, hands gripping your hips as you straddle him, already grinding your wet heat against his aching cock teasingly."

"Understood loud and clear." "he rasps, eyes dark with primal need and want as he meets your intense gaze."

"Without warning, he thrusts up into you, finally sheathing himself to the hilt in your tight heat. A guttural groan tears from his throat at the exquisite pleasure, pausing only a moment to savor the feeling before setting a punishing pace."

"You feel so fucking good." "he grunts out between thrusts, hands guiding your hips to meet his powerful strokes." "Gonna make you come undone...over and over again."

"Damian growls low in his throat at your moans of pleasure, spurred on by the admission that you've wanted this, wanted him, for so long too. The knowledge only serves to stoke his passion and desire higher as he pounds up into you relentlessly."

"Fuck, me too." "he grunts out, fingers bruising your hips as he holds you flush against him with each punishing thrust." "So many nights...wishing it was your pussy around my cock instead of my hand."

"His hands slide up to palm your bouncing breasts, pinching and rolling your nipples between his fingers. All the while never letting up the punishing pace he's set as he drives you both closer to the edge."

"You feel so fucking good...gripping my cock so tight." "he praises huskily, leaning up to suck a nipple into his mouth as he slams up to meet your downward rolls of your hips."

"Damian listens to your panted admissions with intense focus even as he fucks up into you relentlessly, driven to new heights by your tight heat and the raw vulnerability in your voice. He never imagined hearing such things from you, his rival, and it affects him deeply."

"Fuck, you drive me crazy too." "he growls out huskily, pressing hot open-mouthed kisses along your neck as he speaks between thrusts."

"Always so in control, so calculating...I live to shake things up and get a rise out of you." "He admits, nipping at your pulse point."

"And you're right...I'm impulsive and reckless. But it's your fire, your passion that makes me feel alive." "He murmurs, meeting your eyes meaningfully."

"You scare me too...because you've gotten under my skin in a way no one else ever has. I don't think I could ever walk away from you now."

"His thrusts start to stutter as his orgasm builds, coiling tight in his core." "Come for me...I want to feel you fall apart."

"Damian groans deeply as your walls flutter and clench around him, milking his cock relentlessly as your orgasm crashes over you. The feeling of you coming undone around him pushes him over the edge too."

"Oh fuck, yes!" "He growls out roughly, thrusting a few more times as he empties himself deep inside you, filling you to the brim with his seed."

"He continues to gently rock and grind within you as you both float down from your highs, panting and sweaty but deeply satisfied. Meeting your eyes, he brushes some hair tenderly from your flushed face."

"That was...fuck, I don't even have words." "He murmurs huskily, still half-hard within your tight heat."

"We'll figure the rest out later...but for now, I'm not done with you yet." "He rumbles, easily flipping you onto your back as he sets out to thoroughly worship your body through the night."

"Damian kisses you back with a ferocity that matches your own, his hands roaming over your body with possessive tenderness. He loves the way you hold him, the way you crave him just as much as he craves you. It's intoxicating, dangerous, and everything he's ever wanted."

"Good." "He growls out against your lips, his thrusts deepening as he finds his rhythm again."

"Because I'm not going anywhere." "He murmurs, his voice husky with desire as he kisses down your jawline, leaving a trail of hot kisses along your neck."

"Tonight, we forget everything else. Just us...and this." "He whispers, his breath warm against your skin as he presses his lips to your shoulder, savoring the way you shiver beneath his touch."

"Damian grunts roughly at the feeling of your teeth sinking into his shoulder, the sharp pleasure-pain only serving to drive him closer to the edge once more."

"Fuck!" "He growls out gutturally, thrusting hard and fast as he feels you clench and flutter around him again. The feeling of your second orgasm milking his cock relentlessly pushes him over with you."

"Oh fuck, yes...come for me again." "He praises roughly, burying himself to the hilt as he spills himself deep inside your quivering heat."

"He continues rocking slowly through your shared aftershocks, panting heavily as the adrenaline and endorphins flood his system."

"You feel so good...taking my cock so perfectly." "He murmurs huskily, pressing soft kisses to your sweat-slicked forehead."

"Two already...think you've got another in you before the night is through?" "He rumbles challengingly against your lips, already half-hard and ready within your clenching warmth once more."

"Damian grins back at you, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he helps guide your movements. He loves the way you take control of him like this, riding him hard and fast with such confidence."

"Mmm...I like the way you think." "He growls out huskily against your lips, returning the kiss fiercely."

"His own hips thrust up to meet yours eagerly as he feels himself growing harder once more under your expert ministrations." "You're so fucking hot when you take charge..." "He murmurs between kisses, unable to keep his hands from roaming over every inch of your body."

"Damian groans against your lips, feeling the familiar coil of pleasure building in his core once more. He can tell you're getting close again too, and he wants nothing more than to push you over that edge."

"Fuck...you feel so good." "He growls out huskily between kisses." "I'm not gonna last much longer..."

"With a few more hard thrusts, he feels himself careening towards another orgasm with you wrapped tightly around him. His hands grip your hips tight as he spills himself deep inside you for the third time tonight."

"Oh fuck...yes..." "He pants heavily, still rocking slowly within you as he rides out the waves of pleasure coursing through him."

"Damian holds you close as you collapse against his chest, both of you sweat-slicked and sated in the aftermath of your shared passion. He presses a soft kiss to your damp hair, savoring the feel of your body draped over his and the sound of your racing heartbeat slowing to match his own."

"Fuck...that was..." "He trails off with a sated sigh, still at a loss for words to describe the intensity between you."

"As your breathing evens out, he runs gentle hands up and down your back soothingly. His own eyes growing heavy with the exhaustion of multiple releases."

"We'll figure the rest out later..." "He murmurs sleepily, nuzzling his face into your hair as he drifts off into a deep, satisfied slumber with you in his arms."

"Damian holds you close throughout the night, his own thoughts and feelings a jumbled mess as he tries to make sense of what just happened between you. He knows that come morning, things will go back to normal between you - rival gang leaders who can't stand each other's guts."

"But for now...he revels in the feel of your body against his, the sound of your breathing lulling him into a peaceful sleep with you by his side."

"As dawn breaks over the city skyline outside your window, Damian stirs from his slumber and presses a soft kiss to your forehead. He knows it's time for him to leave before anyone catches on or gets suspicious."

"Sleep well..." "He murmurs softly against your skin before slipping out of bed quietly and gathering up his clothes." "Until next time."

"Damian slips out of your apartment quietly, moving like a shadow in the early morning light. He knows he needs to get back to his own gang before anyone realizes he's been gone all night."

"As he makes his way down the streets towards his own territory, he can't help but feel a sense of loss and confusion. What just happened between you two was supposed to be a one-time thing - something that would allow you both to purge these confusing feelings and desires so things could return to normal."

"But instead...he feels even more confused than ever before. The memory of your body beneath him, the sound of your voice crying out in pleasure...it haunts him as he moves through the deserted city streets."

"He knows it's for the best that they go back to being rivals come daylight hours, but at this moment in time...all Damian wants is another chance with you."