welcome to the family || Damian Wayne

Warning(s):language.

Damian and Reader are teenagers.

This work was requested over a couple months ago I think

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“So, this is your girlfriend?” The one named Todd- Jason Todd- spoke up, he had his arms crossed across his chest as he stared at you with curious eyes, eyebrow raised before his attention shifted to your boyfriend who was standing in front of you.

You had your hand in Damian’s, he gave you a reassuring squeeze. This happened at your insistence, you had asked him if you could meet his family. While you had attended Bruce’s galas, you never seen his family because you’d always be with Damian, talking and hanging out with him at his family’s botany.

Your father almost got a heart attack when you told him you were dating Damian Wayne, your mother only smiled while your brother froze up for a moment before he hesitantly nodded. Your father went on rambling that you couldn’t date yet, that no you were still too young, Damian was a playboy and more lies to keep you with him.

Damian didn’t stop laughing when you told him about it, he continue teasing you until you shut him up with a kiss. THAT got him flustered and you just had to tease him back.

You were pulled away from your memories when another boy stepped into your line of view after he moved Damian aside, well, this one was more of a man if anything. His eyes were showing how intrigued he was with you.

“Grayson,” your boyfriend hissed, clawing at Grayson’s hand only to be blatantly ignored.

“Hmm,” the man hummed deeply, staring at you right in the eye as he flashed you that charming smile that got you to blush. “You’re so cute, how much did Damian pay you?”

“GRAYSON!” This time Damian was able to push him away, the push was hard enough to cause the oldest brother stumble back.

“I bet he used his lunch money,” another boy with similar dark hair and blue eyes but more cute looking pondered in, he was also looking at you with curiosity.

You sighed, rubbing your cooling cheek with your free palm. It was time for you to speak up. “Damian didn’t pay me, I’m not that desperate,” you gave the boys a charming smile, “I met him at the galas, he’s very sweet. We have been dating for almost a year now.”

It was Damian’s turn to blush, he looked away and clicked his tongue. “I’m not sweet.”

“Exactly,” said the cute blue-eyed boy, he was definitely older than Damian but younger than the other two.

Jason then added, “nobody wants to be with a brat like you, which is why we’re asking this poor girl who happens to be Oliver’s kid. So, did Daddy kick you out?”

Both you and your boyfriend glared up at him, Damian was ready to defend you and himself until a gentle voice interrupted. A couple pairs of footsteps were coming closer, one was heavy and calculated as the other was light and graceful.

“Now, don’t be like that boys,” when you turned around, you saw Mr and Mrs. Wayne walking towards you and the boys, Mrs. Wayne had her arm looped around Bruce’s. Both of them looked like a King and his Queen, they looked so absolutely perfect for each other. Mrs. Wayne’s eyes landed on you, the gentle smile on her face widened as she and her husband stopped in front of you. “Ms. Queen, it is very nice to finally able to meet you.”

“Ah! Yes, I’m honored to be able to meet you, ma'am,” you almost stammered.

You were a little surprised when she leaned down to kiss your forehead before she straightened up again like nothing had happened. Your eyes shifted towards your boyfriend to find him already looking at you, grinning as if saying, ‘we’re safe now.’

He was right.

“Call me mum, sweetheart, she dreamily rested her head on Bruce’s shoulder. She lifted up her free hand, palm up, at her husband, "Honey. Pay up please.”

Bruce only responded with a sigh as he pulled a stack of money out from his pocket, putting it on his wife’s open palm who accepted it with a gleeful kiss to his cheek.

“So much for being the greatest detective, dear husband,” Mrs. Wayne cooed, “who’s up for some seafood? My treat.”

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There wasn’t much Damian/Reader going on… I’m sorry ><

OKAY so I was kinda imagining this lil scene where the male reader tries to ‘seme’ his partner (either dick or jason cuz theyre so manly ugh ) by, you know, like pinning them against the wall and do this husky/gruff voice and whispers lewd things to his partner’s ear, AND it turned on his partner ;)))) and then comes the goddamn rough sex with lots of thrusting and rubbing MMHMHM

Warning(s): explicit languages and content, the title is serious btw it’s NSFW.

A/N: OH BOI, I have never written an M/M sex scenario before, except for that one HC you probably had read before this one. BUT HEY, a first for everything! Sorry, this takes me so long, things happened, yipes!

And by the way, I just noticed some of my 18+ works are…MISSING- or maybe it’s just me.
What amImissing?

M/M, Male/Male.

Dick was surprised upon stepping his foot into his shared bedroom, he was pinned against the wall, a familiar feeling of your chest pressing against his to keep him in position while your hands were resting by his head. He looked at you with wide eyes before the initial shock was replaced with lust, he could feel his cock throbbing beneath his suddenly tight pants.

“Hello to you too, baby,” the ravenette smirked, licking his lips.

You responded with a deep hum as you placed your lips to his jaw, open-mouthed and wet kisses you delivered to his skin as your lips made their way to his own causing him to shudder. This was so unlike you.

“Not that I don’t like the attention– mmm,” he was cut off with a particularly deep kiss, your tongue invading his mouth, tracing every nook and cranny before your mouth decided to trail downwards, he took it as a chance to continue his inquiry, breathlessly, “but what’s gotten into you?”

Dick felt your teeth grazing his neck, nipping and sucking hard at his pulse point and it got him to arch his back off the now warm wall, cursing softly under his breath.

“Been thinking about you,” you looked up at him through your lashes, eyes lidded heavily as you sensuously licked down his neck, grinding your own clothed erection against his which wasn’t too hard since you were almost at the same height as he.

Dick took a deep breath, his chiseled chest expanding. “Yeah?” responded Dick lustfully, his big hands gripping your hips, pressing you more into him and just then he could feel the damp patch in your sweatpants where the head of your cock would be, “gosh,” he nearly threw his head back, “what did you think about?”

Your boyfriend let you reach for his belt buckle, fiddling with it before pulling his pants down along with his boxers, his cock twitched when the cold air hit the sensitive head. Swirling your thumb over the tip, collecting the pre that had leaked from the slit, you pressed another smothering kiss to his lips.

“Many things,” you grasped his thigs, lifting him up against the wall while he wrapped his legs around your hips. Dick’s hand went to your hair, gripping the strands tightly in his fist to bring your face closer. “You okay bottoming today?” you asked, carrying him into your shared bedroom before throwing him on the bed.

Dick bounced on the mattress, watching you as you crawled your way towards him. Your figure looming over him. He eyed the tent in your pants, licking his lips as he shed his shirt, pants already thrown somewhere when you carried him. He didn’t need to answer, all he needed to do was to reach for the lube, spreading his legs and lubed his ass hole as he stroked his needy length. His fingers went in almost with no resistance, he no longer jacking himself off, moaning just because he had his digits inside.

“Hurry,” he rasped, begged for your cock. Gone was the cool Dick Grayson, all that was left just your horny boyfriend, lifting his hips up as he kept fucking himself with his fingers. “Please, fuck, hurry up.”

You teasingly stroked your length in front of him, precum dripping out of your slit. He whined when you nudged his hole with the tip, barely pushing the head in before pulling back out, Dick was almost regretting pulling his fingers out. This was such a turn on for you, seeing the golden boy like this. Hair messy, sweat dribbling down his forehead, swollen lips opened with every deep intake of breath he took.

“Please,” was all Dick needed to say before you pushed your cock in, not even going for the slow thrusts, you went on jackhammering his ass. Your hands rested by either side of his head while his own was grasping your shoulders, pulling you down to a messy kiss. “Ohh– fuck, please!”

“Mm, don’t worry, baby,” you cooed against his open mouth, nipping his lip before dragging it with your teeth, delivering a particularly deep and hard thrust that made him keen, eyes rolling back and hand went to his dick, stroking furiously. “I’m just getting started.”