‘A Little Adjustment’ a DamiRae Fanfic
Weird. Something about Damian and Jon was off or more than that if she could say. She knew she was gone longer than expected, thanks to Robin who by the way made her feel a bundle of surreal heat writhe her body that wouldn’t go away. Everything was still clear in her head, his arms trapping her in between his arms, their noses barely touching, one touch to the skin would’ve led to something so unpredictable--azar what was she thinking its the stupid sin making him act that way, right?
Though that wasn’t the only thing that was on her mind. When she got back, the air felt heavy and awkward, she couldn’t quite explain it but something felt off. Damian was quiet the entire night, she caught him sneaking glances at her, barely touching the food when they were gathered in the living room watching Jon’s poor choice of a movie. Gods, he probably lied saying he did like thai food.
Anyway, that was the least of her worries, after Jon and Damian called it quits to go to sleep quite early which was rare since Jon never slept early even when school was the next day. But she rather let it go knowing she did have a full non-sleeping schedule waiting for her. That was her cue to trap herself in her room to try and gather as much information as she possibly could on how to break the deadly sin seal.
Later that day...Monday 2:34 a.m
After scrummaging word after word all night on every book she had kept from Azarath, which were far too many that some even took up the storage closet down the hall. Every bit of knowledge that was kept about the Deadly Sins had to be somewhere in this house….
Absolutely nothing. Just basics. No information. No guidelines. No damn way on how to unbreak the seal. Everything was completely useless.
Gods. Every ounce of hope she somewhat had completely gone. What she was supposed to do now, not like picking up and finding information about the deadly sins in a library is common here.
You poor fool, only you could cause such a mess. A wreck which was what you were created for.
There goes her father again. He may be non threatening but gods when she felt at her weakest he was always trying to escape, trying to find tiny gaps to manipulate himself out.
When are you finally going to understand, daughter? You were made to cause havoc, you are already doing so well. Just be what you were destined for.
Raven eruptly pitched forward, fingers digging into her carpet. Her breath was caught in the back of her throat. Her body felt as if it was on fire, feeling flames, the flames that burned Azarath. She was remembering it all, Azarath on fire, the wildfire running up her body. Her father was trying to manipulate himself out, by trying to remember what she was. A bead of sweat glided down the side of her forehead trying unhear his truthful words. “Azarath Meitron Zintos,” Taking breath by breath, regaining control of her breathing, soon feeling the burst of heat decrease and pile down into mere nothing. And just like that his presence vanished. She regained control. She was still here. But every word he said, kept replaying like a record that won’t stop.
Is he right? Was she really kidding herself, pretending to try to live a normal life as if she wasn't destined to be an evil spawn to her father. What if he was right?
Even if he was, she had to fix the mess she started first with Robin. Drawing herself out of her room to go collect the books in the storage room. The halls were dark and quiet, the Kents home were plastered with dozens of picture frames of them, happy smiles, awkward ones too at first, even some where she would look grossed out whenever Jon would put straws up his nose. It may have been 3 months since she moved in but that didn’t necessarily mean it was fully her home, nor did it make it forget her past.
Raven jumped seeing the window at the end of the hall be creaked open. Fingers upturned on the bottom pulling it up ever so slightly. Their body being covered by the darkness of the shadows A burglar? Right now? Dark magic eloped out her hands ready to scare whoever it was, it’ll be easy. Though there was no need once she saw the gemful eyes of emerald gleam coming through the window.
“Damian..? Damian’s head shot up, she could hear a curse that was so quite under his breath as his feet hit the rugged floor.
Raven blinked, wasn’t he sleeping over anyway? so why was he here with a duffle bag? “Why are you coming through the window?”
Damian clenched the strap of the bag, what is he hiding a dead animal in there? His movements shifted but she could tell he looked rather stiff, “I went to go for a run in the park.”
“At night?...with a duffle bag?”
Damian clears his throat, “Yea, I think it’s better to work out at night, had to bring an extra change of clothes.”
“Oh” No wonder he was in such great shape, he may be fully clothed but azar was it clear to her that he was muscularly built, his biceps practically tightly compact in his short sleeve olive shirt. He could rip it in one swift motion if he wanted it.
Damian’s eyes of emerald slowly fell down her body as if he was admiring her, lips slightly tilting upwards making her whole body tense “I didn’t think you’d be such a big fan of superman.”
A fan? All at once she felt her heart sink to her stomach, feeling a embarrassment rip through her spine, now realizing what he meant and what she was wearing. An oversize dark blue shirt with the superman logo on it that Kara gave her. Now she really regrets wearing it tonight, especially might she add with no shorts under. Crap, if she stretched the slightest bit up her panties will show. Gods she felt like a deer in headlights right before him.
“Well….it belongs to my cousin Kara, she gave it to me”
Damian scoffed, turning his gaze from hers and traced his lower lip with his tongue ever so slightly, as if he found something amusing, but said nothing and changed the subject, “So my turn, why are you up, Raven.”
“Uh I couldn’t sleep. I wanted to get a book from the storage room.” well not like she could tell him the whole truth. “Well, it’s your first day back to school tomorrow, you should probably go to sleep,”
Damian stood quiet tilting his head watching her back face towards him. Raven opened the door pulling on the string attracted to the light bulb, revealing dim light streaks on the room. Revealing a clutter of mess in it, it was narrow but still spacious with piles of small bins surrounding her feet. Her eyes searching on top of the shelves to look for her books all in Azarath language,
Opening portals to dimensions...Reversing time...aha Origins on the Deadly Sins, that has to lead her somewhere. It was a thick, grey eerie looking book that very much did not look earthly. Reaching onto the shelves, her fingers barely touching the spine of it.
Raven swallowed seeing Damian crossing his arms, and leaning against the door frame. Didn’t he go to bed already? Gods how long has he been watching her. His eyes were bold as if they were burning into hers, but his eyes..they were dark.
Shifting herself to the balls of her feet, she did need his height, “Y-yea.” her words were caught in her throat, “Can you get it for me?”
“Mm.” Damian hummed dropping the duffle bag in the corner. He walked forward, invading her space. She never noticed how small she felt next to him. The room was so compacted that she could barely move back to give him room, though this only made her notice him. Notice every feature, every sharp line on his face, gods the rumors were right. He truly was sculpted by the gods. Raven could smell the scent of cedarwood mixed with cinnamon roll off his body. Watching him reach for the book that was almost too easy for him to grab. Something about him felt warm, it made her feel comfortable, almost familiar.
Damian looked down at it, lifting an eyebrow at how uncommonly it looked, “Interesting looking book.”
Of course, he would say that.
“Yea, just doing some research.”
“Care to let me know on what?”
Why was he questioning her research, if that’s what she could call it. Usually people don’t want anything to do with dark magic or people from different dimensions. Humans were scared of the unknown, so why hasn’t he just left already? “Nothing that would interest you.”
“Not a lot interests me. But this does, so why not tell me.” His voice was low like a whisper towered over her. He really was tall, azar , she never felt so small in her life.
“You aren’t scared?” Looking up to meet his eyes.Wow, his eyes really were no joke. They were exquisite. They were gems of emerald that were bold, that felt so magnetic to look at.
Damian tilted his head slightly taken aback by her question. Biting his bottom lip, almost like he was resisting something. “It takes a lot to terrorize me and I know you won’t ever frighten me. You aren’t something to be scared of, Raven.”
Raven stared into him as what felt infinite, what could she possibly say. It felt like a spiral of thoughts comprehending that Damian, Damian Wayne was saying this all to her. It was comforting. Her heart felt twisted as if it could burst any second. Knowing that a person that wasn’t her new family could say that to her. Afterall she was made to destroy humanity. But his words made her feel gentle, whole.
The Damian that was known to be arrogant and obnoxious wasn't it front of her. Instead he was a mystery plastered before her, that for some reason she wanted to turn the page to know who he actually was. A foolish rush ran up her veins where the seal once was, watching the dim light illuminate every perfect feature he has. Their bodies were so close together, that the slight movement and she would feel his chest on hers. And for some reason she wanted that…she wanted to touch him..wanting to know if there's more to him...what was she thinking?
Damian’s fingers clenched harder on the book, imprinting his fingerprints on the cover. Something wanted to come out but he wouldn’t let it. He looked guarded. Damian’s lip twitched, as if something was aching him inside, something tempting. His tongue peeking to glide under his lower lip, not looking a second away from her. His lips, they were so full and deviously inviting. That it made her feel a sensation in between her thighs that was achingly dangerous, how is she feeling like this? Especially now..and towards him..
Without thinking, Raven pressed herself forward, laying her lips onto his desperately. Damian groaned into her mouth by her sudden action not quite sure how to react. She wasn’t sure what came over her, all she knew was that the desire to touch him was eating her whole, into a pit of heat that ended up consuming her. But should she really be doing this?
Everything about their status was wrong, but the gods why did it feel so unrighteously right. Feeling their heated breath combine into each other, having the taste of his lips mingle with hers. This was Damian Wayne, a notorious billionaire’s son that was popular anywhere he went. He was Jon’s best friend.
Raven pulled away “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t--”
Hearing the echo of the sound of the book drop from Damian’s hands. He cut her off, wrapping an arm around her neck gripping her shoulder while the other cradled her cheek pulling her lips back to his dangerously hard.
Damian grunted roughly in between their kiss that was messy yet thrilling, it only made the kiss writhe her body with his heat. His hold on her was so aggressive, and so protecting, he didn’t want her to pull away for a second. The sensation of his touches were everywhere, tangled in her hair, exploring every curve and dip in her body, admiring what he’s been craving.
Raven’s body may have been still covered by her shirt but she found his touches longing, wanting to feel the roughness of his prints on her skin. Hearing the wetness of their kiss, only made her feel a marvel of tension forming between her thighs.
She was wet. Is this what felt like? The pleasure that was so excruciating that left her body aching to be touched there. She wanted to know what his touch felt against her skin, so bad.
Raven gasped against his mouth causing Damian to draw her lower lip into his mouth, sucking pleasurably on it.
“Your lips taste so good.”
Oh gods hisvoice could draw her to the edge. She has never been kissed like this, it was amazing yet unpatterned, and she wanted more. Gripping his shirt tightly she was losing balance of herself, feeling her knees grow weak. Thankfully Damian noticed and gripped her waist, their kisses just as relentless and filled with want, as he lifted her up to place her on top of a bin that was against the wall. His mouth tasting her kiss after kiss, sliding his tongue against her wet lips, wanting to savor more. Their tongues gliding within each other, feeling every stroke, and the sizzling heat that rushed into their veins. Raking her nails through Damian’s hair feeling his teeth lightly bite down her tongue, causing her to moan sending vibrations that only made him grunt hearing how much she was enjoying herself. It only made him want her more.
Raven spread her legs feeling the bitter air brush against her shameful dampen pussy, gods she forgot she wasn’t wearing shorts. It only made their position much more devious.
Damian’s hand fell downwards feeling the mounds of her breast still covered by her shirt. Her mouth gasping for air against his lips, his fingertips stop, feeling the fabric of her bralette under her shirt, tracing over it. Her chest still may be covered but it wasn’t hard to see that her nipples were erect and begging to be noticed.
Pulling away from her lips, pressing his forehead against hers. Their exhales hot against each other looking lost in each other's iris. Damian's eyes were dark yet soft that were filled with hunger . Raven was almost scared that he would go away, but that was all gone when she felt his thumb rub small lazy circles around her nipple. Until he finally touched it, circling it, rolling it around his thumb watching her moan in pleasure, his eyes never leaving hers. She felt embarrassed as he watched her small pants, she couldn’t help but glance away from his stare.
It was a command. His words were low and hoarse that rumbled against her ears. Gods it only made her wetter. Thankfully there was such a small space between her navel and his lower stomach, that if he brought her closer to him, he would know what he’s doing to her.
Lifting her thick lashes at him, feeling a flush of red spread across her cheeks. She looked at him, really looked at him. Raven wanted him to know she was feeling so good. Damian groaned, pinching her nipple softly, as if he was nervous on how’d she’d react. Yet it only made her mouth part, biting down on her lip.
“A-ah, do it again, please.” Her body has never felt that before, every sensitive nerve was electricity down her body when she felt his fingertips do the same motion, teasing her, it only caused the tension to grow in between her thighs. Pinching, rubbing, and rolling it along his fingers but adding more pressure onto it, and gods did that do her wonders. “I like that..a lot”
“You truly are sensitive.” Harshly pinching her nipple once more, her moan was exhaled filling the heated air bouncing off the wall. It only made Damian growl attacking her lips wanting to feel the vibrations against their mouths again. Everything in him was yearning to touch her more, gripping her thighs pulling her closer to his lower stomach.
His stomach was tight and hard that she could feel the dents of his abs press against her wet. How did he look under that shirt, these damn clothes that was hiding every sculpted build. He may be fully clothed but she knew Damian could feel how wet she was. Gods she could practically stain his shirt. She was right, Damian could feel how wet she was, tightening his grip on her waist. Biting back every moan she kept. Her back arching as her lower body was pushed against him while his lips were pushing her back feeling his dominant tongue attack hers feeling his other hand tangled in her hair.
The touch of his lower stomach against her soaked pussy made her want to get lower. She wanted to feel him, all of him. Rolling her hips against his stomach, aching for more.
“ Fuck” Damian’s breath was caught in between his teeth. Feeling her panties soaked against his chest. She wanted him to go under her shirt. To touch her. To feel his fingers against her bare skin. She wanted him to touch her everywhere , even if it was wrong.
Continuing the same motion with her hips, Damian growled against her skin, pressing his forehead against hers, grasping her hips to stop her movements. His expression was hard, filled with the want that he was trying to over conquer, it was almost unreadable what he was thinking.
It wasn’t a question or a statement. It was a demand that she sure knew her heart stopped seeing his eyes go dark. Gods, She was in trouble.
Maneuvering his eyes to her lap, seeing that Raven’s shirt hitched up enough to see her red panties. She could see his cock throb under his joggers, a bulge that looked dreadfully taunting that wanted to be free. Holy Azar, he looked huge. She may have been a virgin but it clearly looked like it could break her if it went anywhere inside her...not like it ever would.
Damian was biting his lip harshly watching her lap, that looked picture perfect. Her sensitive soaked panties pressed against his stomach, that was messily trying to be covered by her shirt. It was destroying him inside, not to do more to her. His eyes dropped a shade of green that was dangerously threatening. The room was filled with the blaring heat of their bodies, echoing pants that seemed to bounce off the walls in the small closet. Their hands still on each other's bodies not wanting to lose contact with what they have right now. Both watching each other's lower abdomen as if waiting for further instruction on what to do. But the truth was neither knew what to do.
Damian and Raven jumped at the sudden noise behind them seeing a Christmas storage bag had fallen to the floor. An ornament rolling along the floor only to stop at the book that was inches away from them.
Oh right. She forgot that’s why they were both here. A simple helpful hand only turned into something ravishingly devious.
That small noise seemed to bring them back into reality hearing Damian clear his throat releasing his every grip he had on her. “Here” grabbing the book from the ground, placing it in front of her.
She felt awkward at how nonchalant he was being. What was she expecting anyway? Hopping off of the bin fixing her shirt to fall down to her mid thighs. “Thanks.” She couldn’t look him in the eyes, how could see after she was just having the time of her life that soon turned into thin air.
“I should get to sleep. School’s starts in the morning.” Raven wanted to curse at herself hearing how soft her voice sounded. “Goodnight.” without even wanting to hear his reply she swooshed pass him, already wanting to avoid the embarrassment that filled the room.
Shutting the door behind her in her room, she plopped herself on the bed.
Gods how could she have been so stupid doing that? She’s never wanted to do that before? Sure she may have thought about what it was like kissing someone but actually taking the action to do it by herself..it never crossed her mind until then. Why? Raven then recalls feeling the heat of the rush up her forearm in the beginning. It came from the seal.
Looking at the book in her hands, she opens it. Reading word after word until…
Oh no. This can’t be real.
She really was in trouble.
howdy if u made it to here, so so sorry it took awhile to update, i was having writers block again, honestly i wanted to be a smut fanfic through and through but idk if people enjoy that, even tho i do. But it might get like that more and more but I’m still trying to put the certain plot i want. ALSO damian was on his way back from patrol when raven caught him but lol she don’t know. Anyway im rambling hopefully you liked this chapter and still enjoy my work.
