We're Moving Out.
A compilation of Reader and Damian being horny nineteen year olds much to the detriment of everyone around them.
🕷️--- Smut. MDNI. Same reader as this series but can be read as a standalone ---🕸️
Everyone noticed the shift.
They expected it much earlier actually but after you and Damian started dating nothing really changed about the way you interacted in public. You just acted like close friends, like you had since you were kids.
Then, all of a sudden, touches between you seemed to linger, conversations were being whispered into each others ears instead of just spoken, even eye contact seemed more intimate.
And the worst part was that Damian's siblings were forced to watch it all. It's not that they weren't happy for him, it was just weird seeing their moody, stick-up-the-ass baby brother be soft and even…loving?
It didn't take a house full of detectives to know why this sudden change could've occurred.
“They're fucking."
Multiple heads turn to Jason and he clarifies, “That's why they're acting so weird all of a sudden."
None of them have to ask who he's talking about.
“They’re just acting like a couple."
Duke comes to your defence. “Even though it really is... weird."
Everyone in the room sounds their agreements.
“It's getting worse than weird. It's getting disturbing. I caught them in the library." Jason grumbles, cringing at the memory.
It was a quiet, peaceful evening. You'd both spent a good two hours in comfortable silence until you got to a lull in your book and began to find staring at your boyfriend more interesting.
You shuffle closer on the comfy couch, gauging just how engrossed Damian is in his book. Without looking up, he slips an arm around your waist to bring you closer and you take that as a hint.
“What are you reading?" Damian flips the book closed to show you the cover.
“Poetry?"
He nods, his thumb rubbing at your side as you shuffle even closer.
“What are these?"
You point to the little sticky notes he has in some of the pages. Instead of answering, he turns to one of the pages and reads it out loud.
"هرگز نمیرد آن که دلش زنده شد به عشق ثبت است بر جریده عالم دوام ما"
"One whose heart has been revived by love can never die. Our everlastingness is engraved upon the cosmic scroll."
- Hafez
As he mutters the last word, you don't even try to hide the way you stare at him and he's just as subtle himself. You carefully lean in, so close you can feel his breath and you close the gap. He slides the book away to pull you onto his lap as the kiss grows deeper. Your hand on his cheek keeps him close as he pushes you down on the couch.
A sly whistle makes you both jump apart, turning to see Jason standing in the middle of the library.
“Well that's everlastingly engraved into my skull, thanks."
You avert your gaze, face hot and palms suddenly sweaty. Damian clicks his tongue and sneers,
“Always where you're not wanted, Todd."
Jason, not fazed at all by the harsh words, just shrugs his ridiculously large shoulders.
“I didn't say it wasn't romantic, little man. I just didn't need to see it."
Damian's so mad he just picks his book up, grabs your hand and storms out of the room.
“The library!" Jason emphasizes again.
Tim scoffs, “Please, we caught them in the theatre room."
“No way." Cass voices in amused disbelief and only gets a solemn nod from Steph.
You weren't trying to start something, you were just so warm and cozy in his arms. So content as the movie played on in front of you. You really didn't mean any harm when you just turned your head to the side and lightly kissed his neck.
But the way he tensed up a little at the touch, the way his breath hitched softly and his arm around you flexed at just the little kiss. You just had to do it again, and again and again. Your hand sliding up his chest to feel his heartbeat, your lips feeling his pulse right under his warm skin.
“Ya Hayati." He warned.
“I’m not doing anything.” Your words are muffled against his skin. "And if I was, no one ever comes in here anyway."
Apparently, that was all the convincing he needed. He brings your thigh over his waist, feeling up the fat there as he moves higher until his hand cups your ass. Whatever scene plays on the projector is forgotten as you suck love bites onto his neck, making him let out addicting sighs you just have to hear again. He pulls your hips closer, one hand on your ass, the other around your waist.
Just when Damian slips a hand up your shirt, the doors swing open and you hear a high-pitched screech.
“Is this what you do in here all the time!?”
Stephanie shouts and Tim makes a disgusted groaning sound from behind her.
Damian sighs, reluctantly letting you shuffle out of his hold and sit next to him, staring straight ahead with a guilty expression like you're being scolded by a parent.
“Get a room! You literally have a room!”
“Do you think they do that a lot in there?"
The others all make various faces of horror at Cass’s genuine question.
“Alfred, you've probably caught them more times than any of us have, right?"
The old man doesn't falter as he transfers more cookies and cakes from his silver tray to the table. He doesn't say anything for a while, he probably wanted to stay out of this particular conversation.
“While I am very happy for Master Damian and his lady…" The butler sets the last cupcake down. "I am also glad that they have chosen to journey out to the lady's dorm today for some…alone time, I presume.“
Your roommate said she'd be out all night at a party and you weren't going to let that once in a blue moon opportunity slip past.
So now you've got your boyfriend, sitting on the end of your bed with your thighs on either side of his and his face buried in your neck, sweetly kissing the bruises he leaves in his wake.
Your fingers lightly, card up from the base of his head into his dark hair. You feel him shiver, feel him let out a shaky breath against your skin, his fingers flexing on your hips.
It was so fascinating seeing how he reacted to you. It was like seeing him for the first time again, a whole new side of him. You've known each other since you were kids but suddenly there's so many new things to explore. What would happen if you touched here? Is he sensitive there? What sounds does he make when you touch there?
You gently push him down so he leans back with his elbows on the bed. Your hand swiftly slips under his shirt to drag your nails up his toned torso. His half lidded eyes watch as his abs flex under the soft touch and he tries not to move his hips too much. You start dragging your nails back down to the waistband of his pants, tracing his v-line.
And then a knock on the door frightens you so much, you would've fallen off the bed if Damian hadn't caught you.
“Hey, I know you said you'd be…busy but the function got cancelled so…"
You both heave a sorrowful sigh and you wordlessly shuffle off your bed.
“I have an idea."
Is all Damian mumbles while slipping his shoes on and plucking his keys from his pocket.
“So…what do we do about it?"
“The same thing we did with Master Bruce and Miss Kyle. We ignore it."
Steph and Tim give pained groans.
“Or we convince them to move out." Jason throws out into the room.
“You think Damian would ever live in a house that isn't a mansion?" Tim turns to Alfred to ask, "Didn't he call this place a hovel when he first came here?"
The older man hums. “He also said my cooking was atrocious."
Multiple gasps ring throughout the room.
You've been driving for about fifteen minutes when he brings the car to a stop. You sit up to get a good look at the incredible view in front of you and then realise where you are.
“A makeout point?"
You smugly ask, as if you aren't kicking your shoes off as you speak.
“There's no one here. The windows are tinted." He says, while pushing his seat back. “Unless you'd like to try the manor again?"
He barely gets to finish before you're clambering out of your seat and onto his lap. Your lips are on his once again and he pulls you closer so your hips meet through way too many layers of clothes and leans forward to press your back against the steering wheel.
The smell of leather is strong and the space is awkwardly tight but neither of you seem to mind that much, lost in the way the other tastes.
After some effort you push him back down on the seat and pull your sweatshirt off. You're not trying to waste anymore time and neither is he.
His hands clutch at your hips as he takes in the sight of you in the darkly lit car with only the city lights behind you. The look in his eyes matched with the dim lighting may be your new favourite thing. You unbutton his jeans and unzip them until there's nothing but his boxers keeping him away from you.
He sits up, trailing light kisses on the swell of your breast just above your bra as his fingers unbutton your jeans and pull them down so you can grind your heat against him with nothing but the thin material of your underwear between you.
You wonder if he can feel your wetness as you circle your hips, catching his every little noise and reaction. You just need to feel him, need to feel your bare skin against his, his hot, hard-
BZZZT BZZZT BZZZT
You both jump as the sound plays from the car's speakers. Looking towards the screen on the dash you both groan when you read,
“Father”
He sinks into the car seat, bringing you with him to lay on his chest.
“Maybe he's just checking in?" You mumble into his shoulder with false hope. Damian sighs and answers the call.
“I'm busy."
“I need you in the cave. Now."
You try not to sigh to loudly or move too much, convinced Bruce would somehow know exactly what you're doing by just the sound alone.
Damian squeezes your hip in a little apology and you nod into his neck as a show of understanding.
“I'll be there."
He hangs up the call and you awkwardly shuffle off his lap and into the passenger seat. Buttoning up your jeans as he does the same.
He starts the car and pulls away a little less skillfully than usual. You try not to think about the clear wet patch you saw on his boxers or the state of your panties as you slip your sweatshirt back on.
You stare at your lap instead, where your hands are clasped above your clenched thighs. He'll have to take a cold shower to get rid of his…problem, maybe you could use one too.
You gasp out loud at the brilliant idea and Damian looks over with confusion and a little worry.
“What?"
“Master Damian? Dinner is ready."
Everyone just got done with an important meeting in the cave and the dinner table is being set already. All participants are accounted for except two.
Alfred knocks on the door again and waits a moment before easing it open. He scans the empty room for the two missing guests and notices the closed bathroom door.
He then hears the shower running and some other noises he'd rather not have heard.
The old man slips out of the room rather quickly, making his way to the dining room.
“I suspect Master Damian and his lady will be late for dinner.”
Water drips down in-between where your naked bodies are pressed together.
Your back arches against the cold tile as he finally gives you everything you've been craving.
“The only thing worse than being away from you is having you constantly ripped right from my hands, Rouhi"
Your moans meld together and echo around you in the small space. You tip your head back, letting out a groan as he gives a particularly deep thrust. Your fingernails dig into his shoulders just to keep you grounded.
You push back against his thrusts, taking him as deep as you possibly can as his pace increases. Wet slapping sounds get drowned out by the shower stream as you pull him into a deep, messy kiss. Your legs hook around his hips to keep him close as you finally release all that pent up tension, your heat clenching down, taking everything he gives you and more. His hips stutter and his grip eases slightly, still keeping you as close as possible as you both come down.
Once he's caught his breath, he leans back just enough to see your face, your head tipped back against the white tiles. His hands rubbing circles on your back and thigh where he holds you against the shower wall.
“I found a place. In the city." He pauses, taking a breath while you process what he's saying.
"Do you want to move in with me?" You blink at him, stunned for a moment by how pretty he looks with his hair soaked, wet eyelashes batting at darker than usual cheeks.
You then realise he's waiting for an answer, as if it wasn't obvious. You give him a breathy, “Yeah, of course." and laugh a little, pushing up a strand of hair from his forehead as a relieved smile plays on his face.
The site makes your hips twitch and he sucks in a breath. You can feel him getting hard again inside you so you bring him into a wet kiss.
Your bodies start to slowly grind against each other, finding a new rhythm. You separate to mumble against his lips,
“Can we check it out tomorrow?”
That's how you got here, walking into the dining room twenty minutes late for dinner, hair still damp, cheeks still hot.
You take your seat and quietly thank Alfred for the food before digging in. There's an awkward silence that follows and you desperately try to ignore it. You feel Damian's foot nudge yours and can't help a little smile show through.
Damian clears his throat.
“We're moving out."
He announces to the table, as blunt as ever. There's a moment of silence before everyone reacts.
Stephanie, Tim, Jason and Duke all give various groans of “Thank God." and "Finally!“ while Alfred and Bruce share knowing looks with each other.
You'd be embarrassed if you weren't so very excited at the idea of living together with Damian, who doesn't react at all to his families dramatics, quietly eating his food in peace.
You smile down at your plate, chancing a glance up only to make eye contact with Cass, who quickly looks away, her cheeks a shade of pink you've never seen on her before.
It's then that you realise that Cass’s room is right next to Damian's which means her room shares a wall with his bathroom.
You give a pained sigh, looking back down at your food, you'll have to apologize to her later? Or maybe never bother her with your presence ever again?
You nudge Damian's foot with yours and he gives the slightest little smile. You vaguely hear Tim yell something like, “It's just weird!" but you're too busy staring at your boyfriend to really pay attention.
🕷️---Not tagging anyone cus it's smut and idk who's okay with that and who's not and it's not part of the main story anyway ---🕸️
