The door to Domino’s dorm room at the X-Mansion swung open with a dramatic thud, the pair of them spilling inside like a couple of giddy teenagers. The air was still buzzing from their flirty dinner at Marco’s, their laughter echoing off the walls as they stumbled over the threshold. Domino’s hand lingered on Hank’s arm, her grip firm and teasing, while the memory of their steamy bathroom escapade at the restaurant—those heated whispers, the stolen touches—still hung heavy between them.
“God, Hank, I can’t believe we almost got caught,” Domino purred, her voice a low, sultry drawl as she kicked the door shut behind them. She spun on her heel with a dramatic flair, shedding her stilettos one by one, letting them clatter to the floor. Her piercing green eyes locked onto his, a playful glare sparking in them as she planted her hands on her hips. “You know, dinner was supposed to be your big chance to prove your undying love for me. And what do I get? A quick grope in a public restroom. Real romantic, Beast Boy.”
Hank, still catching his breath from their mad dash back, rubbed the back of his neck, a sheepish grin spreading across his furry blue face. “Hey now, I—I thought it was plenty romantic! I mean, risking getting kicked out of Marco’s just to steal a moment with you? That’s devotion, isn’t it?”
Domino arched a perfectly sculpted brow, her lips curling into a wicked smirk as she stepped closer, her presence commanding even in the small, cluttered dorm room. “Oh, please. Don’t even try to spin that into some grand gesture. You’re lucky I’m in a generous mood tonight, lover boy. Now it’s my turn to show you how I feel.”
Before Hank could muster another flustered defense, Domino’s fingers found the zipper of her tight black dress. With a slow, deliberate motion, she slid it down, the fabric whispering against her skin as it pooled at her feet. She stood there, unapologetically bare save for a lacy black thong, her curvaceous figure on full display—big, full breasts and a round, commanding booty that made Hank’s jaw drop like a cartoon character. Her confidence was a weapon, and she wielded it with precision.
“Close your mouth, Hank. You’re drooling,” she teased, her voice dripping with control as she sauntered toward him, hips swaying with every step. She stopped just inches away, her gaze locking onto his with a mischievous challenge. “I’ve got a little plan for you tonight. Ever had a thigh job, big guy? ‘Cause these babies—” she slapped her thick thighs for emphasis, the sound sharp in the quiet room—“are about to blow your mind.”
Hank blinked, his brain short-circuiting as he processed her words. His hands fumbled toward his belt, but before he could get far, Domino’s fingers closed around his wrists, stopping him cold. Her touch was firm, possessive, and her voice dropped to a sultry purr that sent a shock straight through him. “Oh no, sweetheart. I’ll do it, Daddy.”
The nickname hit him like a freight train, his eyes widening as a flush crept up his neck. “D-Daddy? You’re pulling that out now? We’re not even— I mean, isn’t that reserved for, uh, certain moments?”
Domino let out a sharp laugh, her head tilting back as she fixed him with a sassy, unimpressed look. “Excuse me, Mr. Rules-of-Nicknames. I can call my boyfriend whatever the hell I damn well please, thank you very much. And right now, you’re Daddy. Deal with it.” She smirked, her tone leaving no room for argument as she tugged his pants down with a confident yank, freeing him in one swift motion.
Her eyes flicked down, and she let out a low, teasing whistle, her brows raising in mock surprise. “Well, damn, Hank. I forget how impressive you are every time. You hiding a third mutation down here or what?”
Hank groaned, half-embarrassed, half-aroused, as she positioned herself with a predator’s grace. Straddling his lap, she slid her thick thighs around his length, her movements slow and deliberate, the friction already maddening. She began to grind, her breath hitching with soft, deliberate moans that filled the room, each sound a calculated strike to his composure.
“God, Domino,” Hank rasped, his hands instinctively gripping her hips, his voice thick with need. “This— this feels so damn good.”
She leaned in, her lips brushing against his neck as she sucked a possessive hickey into his skin, marking him as hers. “You’re damn right it does,” she murmured against him, her voice a velvet threat. “Don’t you dare hold back on me, Daddy.”
The intensity built like a storm, Hank’s groans growing deeper, more desperate, until his voice broke in a ragged warning. “Dom, I’m— I’m close—!” With a shudder, he released, spilling onto the floor, the charged silence that followed broken only by their heavy breathing.
Domino, still straddling him, quirked an eyebrow, her lips twitching into a smirk as she leaned back to study his dazed expression. “Alright, hotshot. I gotta know. Why me? Out of all the women at the X-Mansion—teachers, students, the whole damn roster—why’d you pick me to get all gooey over?”
Hank blinked, still reeling, his brain scrambling for a coherent answer. “Uh, well, I mean… your breasts. And your, uh, your booty. They’re just… wow.”
Domino rolled her eyes, letting out a sharp, playful scoff as she swatted his chest. “Oh, come on, you absolute caveman. I’m not just a walking pin-up. Try again, furball. Give me a real answer before I kick you out of my bed.”
He swallowed hard, a flicker of vulnerability crossing his face as he met her gaze. “Okay, okay. Honestly? It’s because… we’re both kinda lonely, aren’t we? Two outsiders who don’t quite fit in with the rest of this circus. I saw that in you, and I guess… I needed that connection. You’re not just my girlfriend, Dom. You’re my everything.”
For a moment, Domino’s sharp edges softened, her smirk fading into something warmer, though she quickly masked it with her usual commanding glint. She tilted her head, her voice dropping to a suggestive purr. “Well, damn, Hank. That’s almost sweet enough to make me blush. But you know what? I think we’ve got more to explore tonight. How about we take this further—full-on, no holding back. You game, Daddy?”
Hank’s eyes lit up, a grin spreading across his face as he nodded eagerly. “Hell yes, I’m game.”
Domino’s smirk widened, her control absolute as she leaned in, setting the stage for a night neither of them would forget.
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