Closer — kinkmas 2021
✦ pairing — older!Damian Wayne x afab!female!Plus Size Reader
✦ word count — 1.9k
✦ summary — confessions that reinforce the beginning of a new life are made on a freezing day.
✦ warnings — nsfw, mentions of running away, mentions of violence, porn with some plot, huddling for warmth, cuddle sex, clothed sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex (please don’t do this), breeding, cream pie, fluff.
You would have found the small cabin cozy if the cold hadn’t gotten worse as the hours passed.
Gotham had never gotten this cold and although you loved winter, that was the only kind of cold you knew.
You hugged your mug with your hands, barely feeling the hot ceramic against your numb fingers.
Damian sat by the window, using daylight to read a book. You tried not to stare, knowing he would feel your gaze on him.
The fact that he was only wearing a sweater caught your eye. “How are you not cold?” you broke the silence.
“I became overwhelmed.” He didn’t take his eyes off his book.
So he was in a bad mood...
“I’ll be in the room,” you announced. He just hummed.
Only getting rid of your shoes, you barely lifted the covers to get in bed.
The sheets underneath you were freezing, and the covers on top of your body would take a while to warm you up.
You stared at the wall, trying not to think about anything. There wasn’t much to do, electricity was out so the TV on the corner was useless.
There was a charm to the room either way, a charm you hadn’t seen earlier, too worried about the fact that you would have to share a bed with Damian.
It wasn’t as big of a deal as you made it earlier, you both had slept in close proximity before. Your underlying feelings had played a trick on your nerves, nothing else.
The bed lightly dipped as Damian sat down. “Do you regret coming with me?” he quietly asked.
You craned your neck, frowning. “Where did you get that from?”
“Answer the question.”
“I don’t,” you assured him. “And harsh weather isn’t going to change my mind.”
Leaving the only home you had ever known had never been in your plans. You were meant to have a normal life, a boring job, fickle romances, the usual stuff.
Meeting Damian hadn’t been in your plans either, and even when you met him, you never thought you would follow him wherever he would go. Much less follow him to the place he grew up in.
You were there for the fallout Damian had with Bruce, for the screaming contest that ensued and the cruel words you were sure neither of them meant.
It took him longer to ask you to come with him than it took you to agree. You wondered what he made of your reaction, of your eagerness to leave everything behind if it meant still being close to him.
“Temperature seems to be dropping...”
“Cover yourself and get comfortable,” you urged him. “It’ll get dark quickly.”
He didn’t have problems with wandering around in the dark, yet he didn’t fight you.
You curled up as he got comfortable, holding your breath when cold air momentarily hit you as he lifted the covers.
He found a comfortable position without much fuss.
“Stop hogging the covers!” he complained.
“I’m cold!” you whined.
Damian moved the pillow from the middle of the bed and threw it onto the floor. “Get closer.”
You shyly scooted closer to him, exhaling as silently as you could. Damian hesitated for a moment before doing the same.
“We’ll get going as soon as the storm passes,” he mumbled.
Talking was a nice distraction. “Are you nervous?”
“No.” His hand brushed yours by mistake as he attempted to cover both your bodies with the fuzzy blanket you had layered first. “You are,” he asserted.
“I’ve never met your mother,” you reminded him.
“She’ll like you.”
“How can you be so sure?” Damian himself had made Talia sound intimidating.
“Because you’re with me.” He slipped an arm under your head, forearm against your neck as he draped his arm over your tummy.
You didn’t know what to do with your hands. “But—”
He groaned. “You are not listening to what I’m saying.”
“No, I am, but it sounds silly. Why would she care if I'm your friend?”
“It won’t even matter if she likes you,” he said. You could tell he believed it. “I’ll take my place back, no matter what it takes.”
You wiggled in his embrace, turning around in order to face him. His determination was admirable, and attractive — and terrifying.
“I don’t want anything to happen to you.”
“Nothing will.” He brought your worried face onto his chest, hugging you tightly. “You worry too much.”
“I’m sorry for caring about you.”
His heartbeat quickened. “Is this a bad moment to admit something?”
“I care about you.”
You huffed a laugh. “I already knew that, dummy.”
Damian hesitated, clearing his throat to gain time. “Not in that way.”
You slightly pulled away, just enough to gaze at him. “What are you saying?”
“I think you already know what I’m saying.”
“I think so.” You let out a nervous laugh. “Are you sure?”
Baffled, he stared at you. “Yes.”
“I feel the same,” you admitted after years of pretending you hadn’t fallen for him.
His lips met yours, barely moving at first until you fully kissed him back. You tasted green tea in his mouth.
“I guess this makes going through the storm easier...” you commented as both of you pulled away from each other’s mouths.
You rested your palms on the sides of his neck, feeling him trail his hands down your back.
“Hopefully,” he said softly, “your teeth will get destroyed if they continue clattering as they did this morning.”
You kissed him softly to which he answered by playfully biting your bottom lip.
“I want you so bad,” you confessed, lips still brushing his. “But I’m cold.”
“I’ll keep you warm,” he vowed before kissing you again.
This kiss was heavier, devouring. His tongue slipped into your mouth, caressing yours as he tried to deepen the kiss some more.
You whined as you gripped him tightly, needing him closer even though it was impossible. Damian pulled away, voice raspy with lust as he said, “So needy.”
You felt his hardening cock against your thigh, prompting you to clench your legs in anticipation.
Damian slipped his hand into your pants, cupping your pussy from on top of your panties. He pushed his fingers, teasing you.
If only he knew he didn’t have to do much to get you wet...
You rubbed his clothed cock, palming the outline to gauge just what was in store for you.
“Eager?” he teasingly asked in your ear.
You nodded, softly gasping as he pulled your panties to the side. His fingers were cold in comparison to your pussy, making your clit twitch at the contrast.
Damian traced your labia, warming his fingers. You looked at him, taking his concentrated face in.
Following his lead, you pulled his cock out from the constrain of his underwear. You wished you could see it as you squeezed it, feeling it throb in your grasp.
He struggled to push your pants and underwear down, but he managed to leave them a couple of inches over your knees.
He brought your leg to rest on top of his, prompting you to change positions. Now with full access, he lubed his cock with your slick.
He pushed his tip in, entering you slowly and sighing contently. You were as warm as he had imagined.
The wet sound that echoed through the room as he pulled out to enter you again was such a sweet obscenity that neither of you could wait to hear it again.
“You feel divine,” he praised you. “Like you were made for me.”
Your fingers slipped into his hair while you rested your other hand on his bicep. He held your thigh tightly so you wouldn’t move your leg, finding a steady thrusting pace.
You ground against him, slanting your head to kiss his neck.
Damian spoke between breaths, “You want me to go faster?”
“Yes,” you said against his skin, having felt the vibrations of his voice on your hungry lips.
Gasping at the quickness with which he complied, eagerly thrusting into you as he filled you to the brim, you gripped his hair and buried your nails in his flesh.
The burn of his cock as you clenched around him made it all better, not only for you.
“Do that again,” he panted.
You did so, gripping the back of his head as he pounded into you.
Damian leaned in to be able to kiss your neck, tracing your pulse point with his tongue. You bucked forward to meet his thrusts, gasping his name when his cock touched your g-spot.
You involuntarily clenched around him and felt his cock throb which only added fuel to the fire. His touch grew desperate, thrusts quicker. You wondered who would cum quicker.
“I want you to have my offspring,” he blurted. “Will you?” he urged you. “Will you give me an heir? Will you let me put a child in you?”
You never imagined he would be talkative in bed. And you never saw yourself as breedable — Damian clearly thought otherwise.
“Yes,” you breathed out. “I need you, please.”
He rubbed your clit, humming in satisfaction. “Cum for me, beloved.”
You moaned, a little overwhelmed as he fucked you and played with your clit at the same time.
He worked you up some more, breathing heavily as he did so. You pressed your face onto the pillow as the knot in your stomach snapped. You came for him, gasping at the stimulation his thrusts bestowed upon you.
Damian pushed his hips into yours a few more times, holding you tightly against him.
“I’m close,” he let you know. “Are you taking it?”
You hummed, unable to speak in attempts to recover your breath — resting your forehead on his chest, basking in his warmth and his scent while he continued fucking you.
He came inside you, pumping you full of cum. His hips drove in and out a couple of times as he made sure to push his cum as deep as possible.
Both of you stayed in the same position as Damian recovered his breath. He then let go of your leg and rested his hand on your cheek, making you lift your head.
He briefly kissed you, lingering with his still lips on top of yours until you spoke.
“Are you staying inside?”
“I don’t want to make a mess,” he mumbled.
Oh, yeah... “I gotta pee, though.”
Damian snorted, withdrawing his arms from you. “I’ll remove the covers.”
You shivered as he did, whining the moment he pulled his cock out. Trying your best to keep his cum inside so you wouldn’t make a mess, you walked towards the bathroom at a painfully slow pace.
Your ass and thighs were freezing, and the fact that you had to hurry to take advantage of the little light that was left only made it worse.
But you managed to relieve and clean yourself quickly.
Hurrying to bury yourself under the covers, you laid on your back. Damian laid on his side, facing your profile.
He leaned to kiss your jaw. “I meant everything I said.”
You stilled for a moment. You could picture yourself as a mother, yes. “I should stop taking the pill, then.”
“Really?” He couldn’t keep surprise from seeping into his voice.
Turning your head to the side, pressing your cheek against the cold pillow, you reasoned, ”We should wait until we’re settled, but yes, really.”
Damian draped his arm over your torso, leaning onto his stomach as he rested his chin on your shoulder. “Sounds reasonable.”