Pillow Talk
Damian Wayne x Catgirl!reader
IN WHICH you and Damian experience your first times together.
WC: 2.5k
Adult!Damian, SUGGESTIVE themes, reader is taken in by Selina, mentions of sex and loss of virginity, getting walked on (kinda) poor alfred.
Damian was panicking. You couldn’t see it on the outside, but there was a storm raging inside of him. His chest was heaving up and down in a violent pace, sweat slicking the entirety of his broad frame, trailing down the expanse of his toned abdomen. He wasn’t nearly as broad as his father, or his older brothers for that matter, but he was far bulkier than any normal 20 year old man out there.
His heart was pounding out of his chest as he sat back strained against the headboard. Here, in the comfort of his childhood room, you laid bare on his chest for the first time ever. The same girl that he used to believe was a thorn to his side, the same girl he grew up to chase after like the older version of himself. It ran in his veins like blood, engraved in his DNA like his father before him. And despite saying that he hated it, Damian craved the midnight pursuit with you like an addict.
All background noises faded for a second as Damian studied the fast pace of your breath against his skin, face buried in the crook of his neck while you regained your bearings.
It had all seemed almost too perfect when you’d skidded through his window at night, silent as a cat, agile as a feline. Bruce was out, tending to his usual nightly activities. Dick had already left the home years ago, and the rest of his strange band of siblings were tending to their own occupations, far enough not to be a bother to Damian.
It had all seemed almost too perfect when you’d interrupted him from his sketching, placing a hand on his chest in that sultry way you knew had his heart racing under your palm. He shivered, remembering the way the long cat-like claws of your suit had trailed down the expanse of his chest, like you’d come there with the wicked intention of taking his innocence as yet, another trophy under your belt.
But you were just as inexperienced as Damian, and he felt it in the way you shivered and withdrew as he’d pushed the suit off of your shoulders, leaving your top half bare to him. Damian felt that childhood Christmas glee he’d lacked growing up once he’d unwrapped you of that skintight suit, eyes roaming greedily at the body he imagined so many times before when his teenage hormones took the better of him.
Then when you finally took the leap to spread your legs before him, Damian had no idea what to do. Lost in his lust and love struck gaze, he remained struck, sat on his knees before you. He didn’t quite know what to do with his hands, where to place them, where to touch you. So you dove forward, cradling his neck between your palms as you inched his face close to yours, forcing him to hover back directly above you, hands caging you.
It took Damian of his will not to bust when he’d finally kneeled between your open legs, calloused palms holding each of your thighs open for him. He finally knew then and there what it felt like to feel fear, real fear. Fear that didn’t stem from an unruly mother and the lack of love from a borderline absent father, fear that didn’t come from violence in the dark of the night. No, fear that stemmed from failure, from failing you.
Damian liked to think he’d perfected everything in life. He had leading grades in the academy, had perfected his weapon and his fighting skills since he barely knew how to speak, and quite frankly, his artistic skills were breathtaking. Though, as he kneeled before you, he didn’t know how to proceed. Didn’t know the insecurities that gleamed bright as day on his face, didn’t see the way your smile softened to an abnormal extent as you caught the fear dancing on his furrowed brows.
And just like a guardian angel, you took his face between your hands and kissed him gently like a savior. It was your way of reassuring him, of telling him that you feared just the same as him in the moment, that you’d like anything he could offer you. Your actions meant more than your pity would have to Damian, and he loved you for that. Loved that you acknowledged that he could be weak, and yet didn’t make him feel weak for it.
In the end, Damian would finally be grateful for that box of condoms that Jason had given him for his 20th birthday, unwrapped under the unfortunate eyes of their father. He’d never felt such embarrassment and rage before, steaming from the ears like an 80’s cartoon when Jason had burst out laughing, claiming that “Damian’s getting old now, it’s just a matter of time before he needs it. Unless he already does, if any girl even wants a nerd like him.”
He could’ve murdered his brother then and there, yet now, he sort of thanks him. Not really, only because he’s still Jason. After all, Damian Wayne thought of himself as a rather handsome young man, he even liked to think that many women had the hots for him. If they wanted it or not, considering the amount of internet buzz surrounding his night bird persona.
“You’re okay?” Damian manages out, his voice unwavering unlike the emotions swirling inside of him. He managed to crane his neck down to peer at your exhausted form, hair sticking to the back of your neck and the sides of your face.
With your eyes closed shut and your breathing slowed, Damian had never seen you look so relaxed in his entire life. Silence reverbed around the room as his question hung between you both, before he felt the frail nod of your head against his chest.
In the midst of the awkward silence that enveloped the room, and in the midst of the inexperienced post-sex cuddle where Damian didn’t even know what to do with his arms, he heard your whisper like a pirate at sea.
“Thank you, damian”
“For…what?” he wondered out loud, though he had a pretty good idea of what you meant. You feigned ignorance from the boy, and chose to play straight into his game.
“For being my first, and letting me be yours.” finally gathering the courage, you sat up upon the bed, untangling your upper half from the now all-grown Robin. Propping your elbow beneath you, your eyes met in a dance.
Delicate and all the most vulnerable.
Damian opened his mouth to respond to you, but in a split second, you saw the way his demeanor changed.
The intimate moment between Damian and you was over. You barely even had a moment to register what was happening before Damian pulled up the covers of his bed up until it draped over your shoulders, shielding you from anyone’s eyes.
The door to Damian’s bedroom burst open with one quick and easy push of Alfred’s hand, the other holding a metal tray harboring a teacup and a plate full of his famous cookies.
“Oh…” the weakened word left Alfred’s mouth the second he caught sight of the both of you under the covers. It could’ve been interpreted as an innocent, intimate moment between his master's son and his will-they-won’t-they girlfriend. Though one quick glance at the black latex suit and Damian’s loungewear scattered around Damian’s floor spoke for itself.
Alfred’s eyes caught yours for a horrifying, embarrassing moment before he averted his gaze to the floor, tray still firmly stable upon his unwavering hand. He stepped back, head facing the floor as he pulled the door back halfway through. Damian huffed a sigh of pure relief.
“My apologies, Master Damian, Mrs Kyle, I didn’t mean to intrude.” You didn’t have it in you to correct Alfred for the umpteenth time that you weren’t a Kyle, instead, hiding your face further down Damian’s neck in sheer despair. Alfred cleared his throat loudly before continuing. “I’ll leave you to it, there is a tray of tea and biscuits awaiting the both of you downstairs when you are ready for it.”
“Sure, thank you Alfred” If Damian hadn’t been so embarrassed of the moment, he’d certainly had said something snarky and sassy to the older man that he’d probably regret later on. Nevertheless, deep down, Damian was glad that it had been Alfred and none of his other crazy housemates he had the displeasure of calling ‘family’. They sure wouldn’t have put on that calm and unbothered demeanor that Alfred had.
Although, Damian was pretty sure that came from years of unexpectedly catching Bruce with one his nightly conquests.
Once the door closed shut with the resounding “click” as confirmation, you wasted no time pushing yourself off of Damian’s bed to retrieve your suit from his bedroom floor.
Damian watched from his spot on the bed, still speechless from the interruption. His emerald eyes reveled in the way his covers slid off of your hips, leaving you bare the second your legs left the mattress and your feet hit the faux-fur carpet beneath his bed. Damian just couldn’t get enough of the way your naked body looked, enveloped in the moonlit haze that shone through his bedroom window, and before his brain could even comprehend it, his arms were moving at a faster pace.
Bending down to retrieve your fallen suit, you felt a pair of strong arms encircling your waist. You could feel Damian’s face laying against your lower back as he embraced you from behind, and you were sure that if his hands sought high enough, he’d feel the chaotic thrumming of your heart. The feeling of his soft breathing against your naked skin sent shivers racing down your spine.
“Leaving already?” you couldn’t help but give in as you felt his lips start to trail the expanse of your back. His roughening voice made you swoon, he had truly grown into a man, just as his own father. Though as much as you’d like to remain by your lover and replay the events of the night, it was late, and sooner or later Selina would make it back home and wonder where you’ve been.
“Selina will worry if she comes home and I'm gone, you know how she gets” the lie rolled easily off your tongue, but you knew that she wouldn’t even fret. Selina was nosy, all the most, as long as you made it home in one piece.
“Your mother certainly won’t care, isn’t she the one who encouraged you to sneak out since you were 9 years old?” His voice was muffled by the skin of your back, and the ticklish feeling made you wiggle in his arms, your laughter reverberating in the room.
“She’s not my mother.” You repeated again, turning around in Damian’s arms to face him. He’s greeted by the sight of an eye roll, but the smile on your lips told a different story, and the feel of your arms snaking around his neck cried just the opposite.
“i’ll make sure to it that you get home tonight, just stay this moment with me.” He tried again and again to convince you, feeling victorious as he finally heard you sigh in defeat.
“Fine, but only if we do more of…that.” You mutter, feeling fearless as you stare him in the eye and sink straight down into his lap, legs wrapping around his hips like an anchor. The familiar lustful air regains spirit in the midst of the night, and Damian’s infatuation with you only keeps on growing.
He wasted no time putting his hands on you, holding whatever he could reach and whatever you’d let him hold. He decides that tonight that he’ll play coy. “And what do you suggest that is?” He raised an eyebrow at you. His sibling’s quirks are seeping into him, he’s usually not this playful. You’d have Dick to thank for that, or so you think.
“Maybe before I tell you, we should lock that damn door once and for all.” You made an attempt to slide off his lap, only to feel his embrace tighten against your waist. A twisted part of you enjoyed letting him think he was in control, after all, it takes more than just a pair of brawny arms to keep you locked in place.
You were exactly where you wanted to be, and you’d be damned if you ruined it.
“Alfred had learnt his lesson, I'm sure. And nobody else is home,” Damian’s piercing green iris remained locked on your lips as he spoke.
“Then Cmon boy wonder, just give me what I want.” you whine, a fake thrown tagged at your lips as you toyed with him. Damian could’ve sworn this is the heaven, or hell, he’d been promised since he was just a little kid. With your warm, naked body pressed tightly against his in the comfort of his old room. With his once childhood nemesis, albeit one-sided, that he’d sworn was but a thorn to his side, now the girl he’d given his first everything’s to.
He kissed you then, like he’s done before. With the same fervour and passion he’s reserved for only you, with the same love he never thought he’d ever hold for you. And in the safety of his room, Damian gives himself to you again like he wishes he’ll do for the rest of his life.
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A/N: It’s currently 3:40 AM and tumblr is not letting me add that little bar i add at the start of EVERY SINGLE ONE of my fics. deeply distraught.
