Dark as Night, Sweet as Light
Damian Wayne x fem!reader
Type: Fluff, (a little bit spicy tho)
781 Words
Summary: You attend a fancy gala at Wayne manor alongside your friend, the heir of the fortune himself.
Warnings: First-person! POV, Swearing, Underage Drinking, reader and Damian are 17, making out, slight illusion of dry humping, and various innuendos towards the end.
Here I stand, at a fancy gala held in the luxurious Wayne manor. Dressed in a silk, all white gown, looking like I am about to be wed. I take another sip of my champagne I’m not allowed to drink, as I sit alone at the open bar. I huff, fidgeting with the jewels on my fingers. “Excuse me Miss.” a voice speaks from behind me. I quickly turn my head, expecting the worst. “Jesus, Damian! What were you doing sneaking up on me like that?” I scold, partially relieved. “Oh please, there’s no one here to doubt about, courtesy of my father.” He replies stoically. “Besides, if there were I would have had their heads clean off by now.” He follows, smirking. “Ha ha” I reply sarcastically. He nudged my shoulder in response. “By the way, I owe you thanks for being my date tonight, my father’s little feigns would have bothered me all night with their spoiled, heiress daughters that I’d have to pretend to like.” He admits. “No problem pretty boy, besides why would I pass on the opportunity of free alcohol.” I reply, sipping my drink. “Darling, you know my father will kill you if he finds out you're drinking, let alone under his roof.” He whispers sternly in my ear. “Fine, I’ll stop, but you gotta relax a little, you’re being too serious.” I reply, grabbing his hand to steady myself off the tall barstool. “I’m always serious.” He replies. “I know. It’s a problem.” I joke. I wrap my arm around his and we walk off into the crowd.
“Honestly, I think the only way we can fix Gotham, is to reevaluate the people running it” The man says, inciting a nod of approval from the small group in the conversation. Damian soon comes and grabs my hand firmly. “Do you mind if I borrow [name] for a second?” He intervenes, to which the others nod. He firmly wraps his arm around my waist and begins to hurriedly walk us away from the crowd. “Damian, what has gotten into you?” I question, trying to read the look on his face. “I couldn’t take that anymore, so many arrogant people engaging in thoughtless small talk, It was boring me to death.” He admits. “I thought I was the only one.” I reply, nudging his shoulder lightly. “Shall we?” He asks, putting out his hand. I grasp it and he takes me upstairs to his bedroom.
As he shuts the door, I trample onto his bed, taking off the painful heels that we’re giving me blisters all night long. I sigh in relief, as Damian chuckles in response. “You know you could’ve just said you were uncomfortable and I would’ve taken you up here way sooner.” He quips. “Damian, to be a woman is to constantly feel pain.” I tease. “Well it shouldn’t have to be that way. He trails off to himself. I rest my tired body onto his, bringing him down onto the mattress. He carefully caresses my hair, almost too carefully. I move my head up to face him, an unreadable expression plastered on his face. “What’s wrong?” I whisper. He just stares at me, the tension rising at unbearable levels. He grabs the side of my face and pulls me into him. Our lips crash together passionately, as we begin to explore each other with both of our hands. He groans into the kiss, opening his mouth slightly, I follow. Our mouths fit together like the perfect puzzle piece, neither one of us can move as we seem to melt into each other. Our tongues move together sensually, making both our bodies twitch in excitement. I quickly pull my mouth away to breathe. In return, Damian sucks the delicate skin on my neck, earning me to softly moan. He pulls my legs over his hips, making me straddle him perfectly. He begins to rut up against me, earning us both to moan at the friction. “Damian, Sir? Master Wayne noticed your- OH MY!” “Pennyworth!” He exclaims, eyes wide. My cheeks grow red, realizing we’ve just been caught by none other than Alfred, the one and only Wayne family butler. “I’m so sorry Master Damian, I-I’ll leave you two to it.” Alfred stutters, covering his eyes as he walks out the door, shutting it behind him. “Fuck” Damian sighs. Alfred slowly opens the door a few inches and tosses a few condoms onto the floor, slamming it shut once more. I can’t even hold back the laughter that arises as Damian embarrassingly covers his face. “Well at least we’re prepared.” I joke. “Shut up” He grits through his teeth as I continue to laugh.
