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Crying was a common occurrence for Anya when she was small, Damian had grown very used to it over the years. He was often the one taking care of her as she cried, ever since he’d agreed to be friends he’d bared that burden. Now, she rarely cried which Damian was thankful for. Somewhere, along the path of growing up Damian had picked up a fetish of sorts. Anya crying. Not just anyone crying, it had to be Anya to affect him.
At first, he mistook the feeling for nervousness but then, whilst going through puberty, Damian noticed his ‘nerves’ were pointing south. He kept it quiet, not wanting to freak Anya out, but it was there.
Like now, as Anya whined and cried about failing her prelim he could only focus on hiding his excitement. Soft hands wiped her tears away, soft hands that would rather be guiding her up and down on himself. He pondered what to do, he couldn’t stay and comfort Anya like this. Oblivious, Anya grabbed Damian’s face in her hands and began pouting to try get attention. “Don’t you care? Not even gonna offer to get me peanuts?”
Blush took over his usually pale face, a childish expression that stuck with him. “I can offer you tutoring,” Damian mumbled, looking away from Anya as best as he could. She only whined more, she had rejected every offer Damian had thrown her way since she was six.
”I’m going to fail,” She said, beginning to cry again. Damian couldn’t hold back anymore, he grabbed her chin and licked her tears firmly. He froze as his tongue reached the side of her eye, he couldn’t believe what he’d just done. Apparantly, neither could Anya. She stood still, eyes wide and filled with confusion.
It took her a moment to regain her composure, when she did her eyes travelled down Damian and saw something she never expected. He was hard. At the sight of her crying, he was hard. Anya had no idea how to feel, whether to be disgusted or flattered. She should’ve noticed by his thoughts, constant ‘don’t look don’t look dont look don’t look’ were interpreted as Damian being empathetic but rather it was the opposite.
Damian sighed and kissed Anyas eye as she sniffled, “I didn’t want you to find out like this but-… fuck I love it when you cry, if I could make you cry more often I would.” Words tumbled from him, forcing him to admit something he never thought he would.
Instead of being disgusted Anya just nodded softly, she seemed to realise something and began sobbing again. “This doesn’t change my prelim results!” Damian growled, how didn’t she care? He wanted a reaction, anything that indicates how she felt about his obvious excitement.
A thud echoed through the room as Damian pushed Anya onto her couch, her parents wouldn’t be home for a couple days and therefore wouldn’t interrupt. Soft noises escaped her mouth, Anya continued sniffling, pouting and crying. Damian’s awkwardly long limbs crawled on top of her, all he could do was stare at her gorgeously tear stricken face. His bulge pressed against Anya, her eyes were stuck on him- looking crystallised from the tears.
This time a different noise escaped her, she was no longer crying and instead looked peaceful. Damian couldn’t have that. He gently tugged the back of her hair, “how roughs too rough?”
”Probably if I’m screaming and crying,” Anya said playfully, knowing she was going to tease him about his strange kink later.
”So just cryings not off the table?” Damian asked, sniffing the side of her face weirdly seductively. Goosebumps rose on her arms, she shuddered and put her hands on his arms.
”Cryings on the table just as long as I don’t say stop or no you’re fine,” He nodded, Anya could feel him getting harder by the minute. To help speed him up, Anya discarded her own pants. She was in a pink floral dress, leaving Damian with easy access.
He grabbed the pants, smelling them in front of her like a pervert, Anya gave him a small tap on the forehead. In retaliation, Damians fingers found their way over her clit. Her teasing face turned into ecstasy within seconds, her hips flicked up- desperate for more contact.
Damian kept the pants to his nose, roughly playing with Anyas sensitive skin. In all honesty he had no idea what he was doing, less than a year ago he’d lost his virginity to the pink haired succubus and found out that with Anya all he had to do was messy and rough. Somehow, she liked it and if she liked it he wasn’t going to question it. As the screams got louder and his fingers got wetter Damian noticed something, Anyas eyes were tearing up again. She was clearly enjoying herself but perhaps too much so that she was beginning to cry. Selfishly, Damian took advantage of the fact.
Without preparation, Damian found he could fit almost half of himself into Anya. A mistake he made the first time, now a conscious decision. Anyas moan struck his ears ferociously, he kissed her lips to try quieten her down. Damian was purposefully being rough, trying to gauge any tears he could. She already knew, what was the harm in acting on it if she wasn’t disgusted? He pulled himself out and thrust himself right back in, only giving Anya a moment to readjust before repeating the action deeper. Her moans were drowned out by his kisses.
Warm, salty droplets found its way into his mouth. Tears. Damian pulled his face away from Anya, like a beast he watched his prey. He stayed still, giving Anya a moment to adjust to his size. She brought her hands up to try wipe her tears away but he stopped her, beginning to speed up his movements. If only she’d known tears would bring out this side of the boy, she would’ve cried more often.
Anyas thoughts were interrupted by Damian kissing all over her face, he was addicted to the flavour. In minutes, she was screaming and clawing at his back. A beast of a man, her Damian was. In all honesty she wouldn’t have it any other way.
Grunts filled the room, fuelled by Anya and her now over exaggerated crying. Damian wanted tears, Anya was happy to oblige if it got her this. She came first, her legs shook as he pinned her down underneath him, going rough with both his fingers and his long member. Damian wasn’t far from her, yet she still felt the effects of him overriding her already amazing orgasm with his own. Both their breathing was laboured, copying each other as they tried to sit up right. Damians back finally found the back of the warm couch, Anyas back found Damians lap. She sprawled across him, her cheeks still damp and eyes still crystal. Yet she looked more beautiful than ever, Damian gave her one final kiss before speaking.
”You really do need to study,”