#catgirl!reader

Damian was panicking. You couldn’t see it on the outside, but there was a storm raging inside of him. His chest was heaving up and down in a violent pace, sweat slicking the entirety of his broad frame, trailing down the expanse of his toned abdomen. He wasn’t nearly as broad as his father, or his older brothers for that matter, but he was far bulkier than any normal 20 year old man out there. 

His heart was pounding out of his chest as he sat back strained against the headboard. Here, in the comfort of his childhood room, you laid bare on his chest for the first time ever. The same girl that he used to believe was a thorn to his side, the same girl he grew up to chase after like the older version of himself. It ran in his veins like blood, engraved in his DNA like his father before him. And despite saying that he hated it, Damian craved the midnight pursuit with you like an addict. 

All background noises faded for a second as Damian studied the fast pace of your breath against his skin, face buried in the crook of his neck while you regained your bearings. 

It had all seemed almost too perfect when you’d skidded through his window at night, silent as a cat, agile as a feline. Bruce was out, tending to his usual nightly activities. Dick had already left the home years ago, and the rest of his strange band of siblings were tending to their own occupations, far enough not to be a bother to Damian. 

It had all seemed almost too perfect when you’d interrupted him from his sketching, placing a hand on his chest in that sultry way you knew had his heart racing under your palm. He shivered, remembering the way the long cat-like claws of your suit had trailed down the expanse of his chest, like you’d come there with the wicked intention of taking his innocence as yet, another trophy under your belt. 

But you were just as inexperienced as Damian, and he felt it in the way you shivered and withdrew as he’d pushed the suit off of your shoulders, leaving your top half bare to him. Damian felt that childhood Christmas glee he’d lacked growing up once he’d unwrapped you of that skintight suit, eyes roaming greedily at the body he imagined so many times before when his teenage hormones took the better of him. 

Then when you finally took the leap to spread your legs before him, Damian had no idea what to do. Lost in his lust and love struck gaze, he remained struck, sat on his knees before you. He didn’t quite know what to do with his hands, where to place them, where to touch you. So you dove forward, cradling his neck between your palms as you inched his face close to yours, forcing him to hover back directly above you, hands caging you.

It took Damian of his will not to bust when he’d finally kneeled between your open legs, calloused palms holding each of your thighs open for him. He finally knew then and there what it felt like to feel fear, real fear. Fear that didn’t stem from an unruly mother and the lack of love from a borderline absent father, fear that didn’t come from violence in the dark of the night. No, fear that stemmed from failure, from failing you. 

Damian liked to think he’d perfected everything in life. He had leading grades in the academy, had perfected his weapon and his fighting skills since he barely knew how to speak, and quite frankly, his artistic skills were breathtaking. Though, as he kneeled before you, he didn’t know how to proceed. Didn’t know the insecurities that gleamed bright as day on his face, didn’t see the way your smile softened to an abnormal extent as you caught the fear dancing on his furrowed brows.

And just like a guardian angel, you took his face between your hands and kissed him gently like a savior. It was your way of reassuring him, of telling him that you feared just the same as him in the moment, that you’d like anything he could offer you. Your actions meant more than your pity would have to Damian, and he loved you for that. Loved that you acknowledged that he could be weak, and yet didn’t make him feel weak for it. 

In the end, Damian would finally be grateful for that box of condoms that Jason had given him for his 20th birthday, unwrapped under the unfortunate eyes of their father. He’d never felt such embarrassment and rage before, steaming from the ears like an 80’s cartoon when Jason had burst out laughing, claiming that “Damian’s getting old now, it’s just a matter of time before he needs it. Unless he already does, if any girl even wants a nerd like him.” 

He could’ve murdered his brother then and there, yet now, he sort of thanks him. Not really, only because he’s still Jason. After all, Damian Wayne thought of himself as a rather handsome young man, he even liked to think that many women had the hots for him. If they wanted it or not, considering the amount of internet buzz surrounding his night bird persona. 

“You’re okay?” Damian manages out, his voice unwavering unlike the emotions swirling inside of him. He managed to crane his neck down to peer at your exhausted form, hair sticking to the back of your neck and the sides of your face. 

With your eyes closed shut and your breathing slowed, Damian had never seen you look so relaxed in his entire life. Silence reverbed around the room as his question hung between you both, before he felt the frail nod of your head against his chest. 

In the midst of the awkward silence that enveloped the room, and in the midst of the inexperienced post-sex cuddle where Damian didn’t even know what to do with his arms, he heard your whisper like a pirate at sea. 

“Thank you, damian” 

“For…what?” he wondered out loud, though he had a pretty good idea of what you meant. You feigned ignorance from the boy, and chose to play straight into his game. 

“For being my first, and letting me be yours.” finally gathering the courage, you sat up upon the bed, untangling your upper half from the now all-grown Robin. Propping your elbow beneath you, your eyes met in a dance.

Delicate and all the most vulnerable. 

Damian opened his mouth to respond to you, but in a split second, you saw the way his demeanor changed. 

The intimate moment between Damian and you was over. You barely even had a moment to register what was happening before Damian pulled up the covers of his bed up until it draped over your shoulders, shielding you from anyone’s eyes. 

The door to Damian’s bedroom burst open with one quick and easy push of Alfred’s hand, the other holding a metal tray harboring a teacup and a plate full of his famous cookies. 

“Oh…” the weakened word left Alfred’s mouth the second he caught sight of the both of you under the covers. It could’ve been interpreted as an innocent, intimate moment between his master's son and his will-they-won’t-they girlfriend. Though one quick glance at the black latex suit and Damian’s loungewear scattered around Damian’s floor spoke for itself. 

Alfred’s eyes caught yours for a horrifying, embarrassing moment before he averted his gaze to the floor, tray still firmly stable upon his unwavering hand. He stepped back, head facing the floor as he pulled the door back halfway through. Damian huffed a sigh of pure relief. 

“My apologies, Master Damian, Mrs Kyle, I didn’t mean to intrude.” You didn’t have it in you to correct Alfred for the umpteenth time that you weren’t a Kyle, instead, hiding your face further down Damian’s neck in sheer despair. Alfred cleared his throat loudly before continuing. “I’ll leave you to it, there is a tray of tea and biscuits awaiting the both of you downstairs when you are ready for it.” 

“Sure, thank you Alfred” If Damian hadn’t been so embarrassed of the moment, he’d certainly had said something snarky and sassy to the older man that he’d probably regret later on. Nevertheless, deep down, Damian was glad that it had been Alfred and none of his other crazy housemates he had the displeasure of calling ‘family’. They sure wouldn’t have put on that calm and unbothered demeanor that Alfred had.

Although, Damian was pretty sure that came from years of unexpectedly catching Bruce with one his nightly conquests. 

Once the door closed shut with the resounding “click” as confirmation, you wasted no time pushing yourself off of Damian’s bed to retrieve your suit from his bedroom floor. 

Damian watched from his spot on the bed, still speechless from the interruption. His emerald eyes reveled in the way his covers slid off of your hips, leaving you bare the second your legs left the mattress and your feet hit the faux-fur carpet beneath his bed. Damian just couldn’t get enough of the way your naked body looked, enveloped in the moonlit haze that shone through his bedroom window, and before his brain could even comprehend it, his arms were moving at a faster pace. 

Bending down to retrieve your fallen suit, you felt a pair of strong arms encircling your waist. You could feel Damian’s face laying against your lower back as he embraced you from behind, and you were sure that if his hands sought high enough, he’d feel the chaotic thrumming of your heart. The feeling of his soft breathing against your naked skin sent shivers racing down your spine. 

“Leaving already?” you couldn’t help but give in as you felt his lips start to trail the expanse of your back. His roughening voice made you swoon, he had truly grown into a man, just as his own father. Though as much as you’d like to remain by your lover and replay the events of the night, it was late, and sooner or later Selina would make it back home and wonder where you’ve been.  

“Selina will worry if she comes home and I'm gone, you know how she gets” the lie rolled easily off your tongue, but you knew that she wouldn’t even fret. Selina was nosy, all the most, as long as you made it home in one piece. 

“Your mother certainly won’t care, isn’t she the one who encouraged you to sneak out since you were 9 years old?” His voice was muffled by the skin of your back, and the ticklish feeling made you wiggle in his arms, your laughter reverberating in the room. 

“She’s not my mother.” You repeated again, turning around in Damian’s arms to face him. He’s greeted by the sight of an eye roll, but the smile on your lips told a different story, and the feel of your arms snaking around his neck cried just the opposite. 

“i’ll make sure to it that you get home tonight, just stay this moment with me.” He tried again and again to convince you, feeling victorious as he finally heard you sigh in defeat. 

“Fine, but only if we do more of…that.” You mutter, feeling fearless as you stare him in the eye and sink straight down into his lap, legs wrapping around his hips like an anchor. The familiar lustful air regains spirit in the midst of the night, and Damian’s infatuation with you only keeps on growing. 

He wasted no time putting his hands on you, holding whatever he could reach and whatever you’d let him hold. He decides that tonight that he’ll play coy. “And what do you suggest that is?” He raised an eyebrow at you. His sibling’s quirks are seeping into him, he’s usually not this playful. You’d have Dick to thank for that, or so you think. 

“Maybe before I tell you, we should lock that damn door once and for all.” You made an attempt to slide off his lap, only to feel his embrace tighten against your waist. A twisted part of you enjoyed letting him think he was in control, after all, it takes more than just a pair of brawny arms to keep you locked in place.  

You were exactly where you wanted to be, and you’d be damned if you ruined it. 

“Alfred had learnt his lesson, I'm sure. And nobody else is home,” Damian’s piercing green iris remained locked on your lips as he spoke. 

“Then Cmon boy wonder, just give me what I want.” you whine, a fake thrown tagged at your lips as you toyed with him. Damian could’ve sworn this is the heaven, or hell, he’d been promised since he was just a little kid. With your warm, naked body pressed tightly against his in the comfort of his old room. With his once childhood nemesis, albeit one-sided, that he’d sworn was but a thorn to his side, now the girl he’d given his first everything’s to. 

He kissed you then, like he’s done before. With the same fervour and passion he’s reserved for only you, with the same love he never thought he’d ever hold for you. And in the safety of his room, Damian gives himself to you again like he wishes he’ll do for the rest of his life.  

-

Being home alone all day, you had to find creative ways to spend your time until Kento got back home.

Napping was obviously an all time favorite activity, but you picked up and put down many other simple hobbies to pass the time, as well. Things like reading, gaming and knitting (which was a very impressive hobby for a catgirl considering how enticing it was to get tangled in the yarn you handled) kept your curious nature satisfied for the most part until his return.

But today, none of that seemed satisfying enough and you were bored out of your skull. You considered going outside, noticing the pretty weather, but that would mean mingling with the other hybrids who’s owner’s we’re gone for the day and you just weren’t in the mood to socialize.

The longer you stewed in your boredom, the more restless you got. You paced around your home looking for something to get into. Maybe if you looked around enough, you could find where Kento kept your catnip hidden. He’d confiscated it a while ago and only allowed supervised usage like you were some juvenile just because of one little incident where you may have gotten a bit…voyeuristic and a nosey neighbor told on you.

“I bet it’s somewhere in here…” you muttered to yourself as you rambled around his office room. As you were searching, your attention was redirected by a notification sound coming from his computer. Curiosity got the best of you and you decided to check it out.

Sitting at his his desk in his big comfy chair, you logged in to investigate only to find that it was just an IM from Gojo. It looked like he’d discovered how to send doodles and the first thing he did was bombard Kento with pictures of crudely drawn boobs and dicks. You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t help but laugh. Mostly because you knew Nanami would be super annoyed when he found them. You made sure to pin each picture to his desktop so he wouldn’t miss them.

“Well, since I’m already here~” You smiled and opened up the web browser, deciding to do a bit of online window shopping.

“Maybe if I put a few things in the cart, I’ll get a nice surprise.” You thought slyly, daydreaming of a nice big package being delivered with pretty things just for you.

You began to slump in the seat and your eyes glossed over as you began adding more and more to your owner’s online shopping cart. You were beginning to get a bit bored with your scrolling and clicking. It just wasn’t the same as being in store and doing the same. But, just as you we’re about to hop out of his chair and resume your search for your hidden catnip, a bright colored box popped up on the site reading “Flash Deal! This item from your wishlist is on sale! Limited quantities available!”

Your ears stood up and you clicked the box, curious as to what it could possibly be.

Your jaw dropped when you saw what it was.

It was a pair of glittery diamond earrings you’d wishlisted more as a joke than anything because of the ridiculous price tag. They were 2ct. studs set in 14k white diamond and were absolutely gorgeous. You absentmindedly touched your ears, thinking about how pretty they would look on you and how pretty you’d look to Nanami as well.

You watched the bar indicating how much of the limited amount available was being claimed quickly begin to tick up.

First 10%.

Then 25%…

Your tail flicked anxiously behind you as you watched the bar fill up to 50% and quickly clicked the ‘Add to Cart’ button. You hurriedly emptied everything else you’d added from the cart and checked yourself out.

Thank you for your purchase! Your order will be arriving in 2-3 business days!

Oops.

He wouldn’t mind, right? It was just a little over ¥238,340 (about 2K in US currency). Well, including the added overseas shipping from the states and the expedited shipping on top of that…about ¥357,510 (3K) and some change…but no way that was a lot!! Not for your Nanami! The watch on his wrist alone was well over ¥476,680 (4K) so obviously that was chump change to him!

you were positive he wouldn’t even get the bill until after you had the product delivered. Why would they charge him until it was delivered, anyways?? That’d be stupid! Plus, no way he’d be mean enough to make you return them, especially when he saw how nice they’d look on you.

You got up from his desk confidently and stretched, feeling reassured in your decision to spend money that wasn’t yours.

“Making all these tough money decisions really has been exhausting.” you yawned lazily before sauntering off to your owners bedroom to take a quick cat nap. “No wonder Kenny is so tired when he comes home from the office.”

The next few days quickly passed and it seemed your owner was none the wiser to your unauthorized purchase. It was the last day of the scheduled delivery and you were anxiously looking out the window all day for the delivery person, but nothing ever came.

When Nanami got home from work in the evening, you were still waiting at the kitchen nook’s window. Your ears were tucked against your head as you stared out at the street, worried your package may possibly have been lost.

“Everything okay?” Nanami came up behind you and rested a hand on your head, making you jolt a bit.

“Of course! Just daydreaming.” You smiled sweetly at him, hiding your guilt very well.

“Hm.” He seemed convinced enough and scratched behind your ear, making you purr. “Have you been a good girl today?” He asked, his deep voice holding a tone of something you couldn’t quite put your finger on, but it made you excited.

“I’m always good~” you lied with an innocent grin.

He chuckled and booped your nose with his finger, making you stick your tongue out playfully. “I would hope so, otherwise I might have to return this gift I got for you.”

Your ears and tail shot straight up and you tilted your head at the word ‘gift’.

“Nya?” you mewed curiously and he held up a pretty golden reflective gift bag he had hidden behind his back with a small smile.

Having already forgotten about the package at the sight of it, your eyes widened as the bag glittered like gold in the light. You reached out for it and pouted when Kento held it out of your grasp.

His smile became mischievous and he enticed you to follow him as he walked away with the bag.

"What is it, Ken??” you asked, trailing behind him, your eyes never leaving the pretty bag.

“Just something sexy I decided to pick up on the way home for you, darling. Would you like to try it on for me?” He took his suit jacket and glasses off, laying them down neatly on his dresser before he set the bag down on the bed, sitting beside it.

He loosened his tie and was beginning to roll his sleeves up when he noticed you were about to dive for it, eager to see what lacy unmentionables he’d gotten. He quickly held up a hand to stop you. “Ah, ah. Come here.” Kento reached out, offering you that same hand to hold onto.

When you took it, he pulled you close and rested his hands on your waist. “Close your eyes. I want to help you put it on.” His charming smile made your face heat up and you nodded, closing your eyes for him.

“Hmh. You can be such a good girl for me.” he admired, giving your soft sides a squeeze that made you giggle.

He slipped the oversized sweater you’d knitted yourself off with a bit of your help, carefully setting it aside. It was delicate and he knew you treasured that particular fruit of your labor, always choosing it as your go to outfit to lounge around the house in.

You mewled quietly when it was off, already missing its cozy warmth. You cupped your soft breasts in your hands, hiding your hardening nipples from the cold air as Nanami slid your panties down for you to step out of.

“Don’t tell me you’re being shy all of a sudden.” Nanami teased, kissing your chubby tum.

“ ‘s cold in here!” you complained. “Why do you think I wear that all day?”

He didn’t say anything, only chuckled a bit at you. Your ears twitched as you heard him rustling in the bag. You purred a bit and your tail swayed slowly behind you.

You were very excited. Kento only ever got you the most elegant-looking and luxurious lingerie whenever he got you something. Whatever was in that bag was going to be gorgeous.

He helped you into a silky thong that went a lit bit over your fupa before slipping what felt like a mini skirt on followed by a low cut long sleeve.

You made a confused sound and heard him get off the bed. “Just need the finishing touches.” he said, and you felt a beanie slip onto your head. You wiggled your ears and they popped out of two holes in the top.

“Can I open my eyes yet?” you whined, wondering just what kind of get up Kento had put you in.

“So impatient.” He ‘tsked’ before tying what you thought was a silky blindfold around your eyes.

“Ken!” you whined and opened your eyes, expecting to be seeing darkness but you were greeted with the sight of his yellow tie instead. “Huh?” you blinked up at him, confused, before taking a step back and turning to look at yourself in the mirror of his dresser.

You looked like a classic criminal, albeit a sexy one. Your shirt was a black and white striped long sleeve that showed off your ample chest and the skirt that came up a bit high in the back to show the roundness of your ass was a solid black, along with your eye mask and beanie. 

You tilted your head and looked at yourself curiously as Nanami came behind you, watching your reflection in the mirror.

“Not what you were expecting?”

“Well…not exactly, no.”

“I think its very fitting–” He said, cupping your neck from behind with his large hand. “For a cute cat burglar that would steal from her own master.” 

You swallowed hard as he led you back to the bed with his hand still around your throat. Looks like you were busted after all.

“I’m not sure what you mean, Kenny…” you mumbled, playing dumb. “What could I possibly take? You take such good care of me. I wouldn’t do something like that.” You reached up to put your hands on his wrist to reassure him and he gave your windpipe a rough warning squeeze. 

“My~ you are a bold kitty, aren’t you? Lying to my face like this.” he breathed huskily in your ear as he went back in the golden gift bag and took out a pink bullet vibrator. He reached down to slip the little toy into a special pocket slotted in the front of the seat of your panties, making sure to situate it right against your clit.

“Hands down.” he demanded, relenting his grip a bit when you reluctantly put your hands back down by your sides. “Kitten, I am very disappointed in you right now. Did you really think I wouldn’t find out about what you did?”

“K-Ken…”

“That’ll be sir to you, thief.” he corrected, giving you another nice squeeze around the throat that made you gasp. 

You whimpered and balled your hands into fists at your sides. You’d really done it now. Kento only ever demanded formalities to be used if he felt you’d been truly disrespectful.

“¥357,510 for a pair of earrings that you don't need or even deserve.” he scoffed, letting you go for a moment to sit down on the bed once again. Only this time, he snatched you down so you were laying over his knees with your ass exposed.

He rubbed your plump ass cheeks as he continued to speak and your whimpers got louder, already knowing what was about to happen.

“Ke– I-I mean, Sir, I’m so sorry. I didn’t think–!”

“Exactly. Didn’t think.” he interrupted, gripping one of your cheeks tightly. 

He reached into the bag again and took out a simple little remote that was the same color as the vibrator tucked in your panties. He slid the slider on it up and a whisper quiet humming began to fill your ears as the toy started to tickle your clit.

“A-Aaah..!” your tail swished animatedly as you squirmed in his lap from the buzzing sensation on your engorging nub. 

“Thieves are supposed to be silent, aren’t they?” He stuck a couple of his fingers in your mouth to quiet you. “If you keep up all that noise, I’m afraid your punishment will only get worse.” he warned, slapping your ass hard with his other hand. 

You jolted and nodded as you sucked on his fingers to try and quiet yourself. “M-mm! Mmm hmm! Mm hmm!”

He let you suck on his digits until you seemingly composed yourself before sliding them out. He reached into your shirt with the same hand and rubbed your hard nipples with his wet fingertips. Your breath hitched at him doing so, but you kept your voice quiet.

He chuckled at your minimal effort and took his hand from your shirt. “Now, are you ready to begin paying off this small debt you’ve gone and given yourself?” He asked, grabbing the globes of your plush ass and kneading them.

“Ye’ s-sir…mm..” You nodded slowly, trying to focus on not crying out from the clit stimulation. The little thing nestled in your panties was may more powerful than its size gave away and it was driving you insane.

He promptly slapped a hand down on your ass, making you dig your manicured claws into the bedding. “G-gghuh!” You grit your teeth and buried your face into the bed, trying to keep your voice down.

“That isn’t playing fair you little criminal.” He smirked and brought his hand down again over the same spot, harder this time. He put a hand under your jaw and forced your head up as he smacked your ass again, this time making you mewl out loud.

Kento chuckled cruelly and slid a finger between your wet pussy lips, giving you a moment’s relief before he began to assault your ass again. “Crime just doesn’t pay, does it?”

His heavy handed smacks were unrelenting. There was no way you could possibly hold in your cries with the way he was carrying on. Soon your entire ass was tender and raw and you were a blubbering mess in Nanami’s lap.

“Quiet down. It isn’t that bad.” He shushed, rubbing a couple fingers between your soaked cunt to help take your mind off the stinging.

“I could have just spanked this fat thing instead, so you should be more grateful.” He scoffed, squeezing your pussy lips together. “Goodness, you’re soaked. Did you cum during all that?”

You sobbed out an unintelligibly reply and spread your legs open some, wanting him to keep playing with your pussy to help ease the pain from your cheeks.

Nanami chuckled and made you get up so he could force you down on your knees between his legs.

“Poor thing. Haven’t had to punish you like this in a while.” He held your round face in his hands and wiped away some of the tears that kept slipping down your cheeks. “I think I missed ruining you more than I thought.”

“I’m sorry, I’m s-ssorry, sir…’m sorry, sorry…” Your ears were folded back with your tail tucked under your punished bottom. Your breathing was ragged and you were trembling, crying out occasionally when the vibrations on your clit became too much and made your pussy clench as you came from constant weak orgasms that kept your cunt nice and wet.

His cock was already hard, but looking at your broken expression made him throb painfully. “Damn it, look at you…why do you have to look so sexy like this.” He groaned, palming his erection through his pants.

You pressed your face against his crotch, licking and kissing over his hand and bulge. “L-lemme? Can I, sir? I’ll m-make you feel good..so you won’t be mad at me anymore?”

‘Fuck. Like I could say no when she’s like this.’

“Desperation is a very good look on you, kitten.” he said gently, undoing his pants to let his cock free. “Show me how much you want my forgiveness.”

He stood up and slid his cock into your mouth slowly, groaning at the way you were already sucking him in. “Ahh…shit..”

He rested his hands on the back of your head and began to slide his dick in and out of your mouth, pressing his heavy balls against your chin with each stroke. “What a slutty theif you are. Sucking dick instead of taking more punishment.” He panted, easing your head forward with each slow thrust.

You were taking his cock so well, acting as though your gag reflex was non existent with the way you swallowed him down. Your tongue was sticking out, pressed flat under his length like a welcoming to your mouth as he fucked it.

“God, this is too easy for a whore of a cat like you, isn’t it? We can’t have that…” He chuckled breathlessly, moaning when he forced your head down without you barely choking when his tip touched the back of your throat. He grabbed the pink remote that was on the bed and clicked the slider up to its highest setting, making the vibrations on your over sensitive clit become more intense.

Your eyes widened and you moaned and gasped around his cock, drooling messily as a hard orgasm shook your core, leaving you sitting in a small puddle of your own arousal.

“Oh..oh my god…fuck!” Nanami groaned loudly when your throat tightened and you began sputtering and gasping. He held you in place, forcing you to choke for a moment before he graciously released the back of your head to let you breathe again.

He grabbed you roughly by the jaw and forced your drooling mouth further open with his thumb. “You are a mess.” He moaned, slapping his dick roughly against your wet face a few times before putting the tip of it back against your lips as he stroked himself.

Despite still trying to catch your breath, you managed to give his tip soft kitten licks, eagerly lapping up his precum. “Just like that, you nasty girl..” he sighed, releasing his load in and around your mouth.

“Aahh..a-ahhmm…” You swallowed what goes into your mouth without a moment’s hesitation and grab onto his leg suddenly, sobbing as another intense orgasm racks your body from the toy stuck against your pussy.

Nanami picked the remote up and clicked the settings off, finally giving your clit a break.

You were still clinging to his leg, whimpering and sniffling, your mind gone to mush from his abuse of your cunt and mouth.

He tucked himself back into his pants and pulled you off his leg and bent down to your level. “Poor pussy cat.” he cooed, wiping the semen that missed your mouth off your cheeks with his finger, feeding it to you. “Did you learn your lesson?“

You were sucking and licking his fingers clean as your foggy mind slowly proceeded what he said. “Mm…” you nodded.

“Will you ever do something like that again without asking me first?”

“N-nnh…” you shook your head, giving a soft apologetic ‘mew’.

“Gonna keep being my good kitten then? Or do you like being punished? Hm?” He helped you up to your feet and you winced trying to take a step from the stinging on your bottom that was surely bruising by now.

“Ow..” you whimpered and nuzzled your face into his chest.

“I’ll take that as a ‘no’ then.” He chuckled and helped you to the bed, letting you lay on your tummy. He gently slapped your sore cheeks and you winced a bit.

“Remember this feeling next time you want to spend my money without asking.” he laughed softly, tucking a pillow under your head before leaving the room for a moment to retrieve some salve from the bathroom for your bottom.

When he returned, he stood behind you and eased the soaked thong off you, tossing it aside. He opened the jar, dipping his fingers in to scoop some of the balm up to rub between his hands. He began to rub gentle circles into the burning skin of your cheeks, applying the soothing cream liberally all over.

You began to purr, hugging onto the pillow he’d given you while he worked the salve into your skin. “Feels good…”

“Mmhm. A warm bath will feel even better once we let this rest for a bit.” He said, jiggling the fat of your ass a bit for emphasis.

He continued to massage your ass until you fell asleep, completely relaxed under his touch. When he noticed you were no longer conscious, he reached into the golden bag and pulled out a small jewelry box.

It was the earrings you’d been eagerly awaiting the past few days.

He knew the moment you’d ordered them, it was his account after all. He was expecting you to be a good girl and in the very least tell him what you’d done when he got home the same day you’d ordered them, but you acted like everything was normal. That’s when he decided to play along and came up with your punishment. He simply had the earrings redirected to come to one of those safe pick up locations instead of the house so you wouldn’t get your hands on them.

He opened the box and rolled his eyes at the gaudy earrings. “You are absolutely spoiled.” he sighed, taking them out of their container to put them into the piercing holes on your ears.

When you purred in your sleep and hugged the pillow tighter, Nanami couldn’t help but crack a small grin.

Gotham always had a specific charm to it, the kind that made you forget that the city was filled with scum from start to finish. There was no future in Gotham beside the land decaying from the mass pollution, but it was still home to you nevertheless. You’d take the rancid city air over any other. It was hard to find scenery in Gotham which didn't include robberies or drug deals, but you did with anyways, leaning against the rusty railing of a rooftop. 

The apartment was a shabby little thing, but it still made do to hide from the world. The shameless cool winter breeze ran across the fabric of your skin-tight suit, reminding you that your attire was less than appropriate for the upcoming season. Winters in Gotham were unforgiving, just like everything else. Still, the wind running through your hair made you feel more alive than you’d felt in the last weeks. 

If someone had told the younger and far more innocent you that you’d grow up to be the mentee of the one and only seductress, Catwoman, you’d have a hard time wrapping your head around the thought. You still did at times. Selina was far from a mother to you, but still, she’d taken you under her claws when no one else had dared to, and taught you how immensely more thrilling it was to side with the cats than the bats. 

Perched upon that nasty railing, you thought of how far you’d come all these years. From that irritating little girl that’d follow the young Damian Wayne around everywhere around Gotham Academy like a stray, until he finally decided to kick you from the comfort of the house to the kennel. The distant dream of building a future with the emerald eyed robin had been a fantasy you’d long abandoned, even if the younger you had trouble coming to terms with it, no matter how much Damian turned you down with visible exasperation. 

God, you would have tattooed the shape of his eyes on your body if it meant he’d spare you a glance.

Closing your eyes coolly, you relished in the way the breeze felt against your skin rather than reliving the humiliating days of your youth. You had killed that lovergirl the second you’d clawed your way into the Catgirl suit. Nevertheless, you’d found peace in the silence of the night. 

“Out causing trouble again?” the sudden reverb of a deep, gruff voice shook you from your spot, making you jump from the surprise. You, however, could recognize that voice from a million. 

“You quite scared me there,” you placed a hand on your heart in a pretend offense, turning on your heel to meet the face of the boy you’d once spent day and night trying to impress. You had that smirk on your face that drove Damian insane, for good or bad, depending on the instance. Like that smug look you held on your face when you knew he was far too weak to stop you from leaving the robbery site, he’d rather suffer the humiliation of failure rather than see you in handcuffs. Or that tug of your lips when you know you’re in control over him, legs caging his hips while he surrenders to your mercy. 

Oh and how the tables had turned over the years, the boy you’d spent your whole childhood chasing, threatening him with promises of a marriage someday, was now meek for you. So very unlike him, a bat, an ex-assassin. It was embarrassing, really. But you weren’t ready to commit, not now, you don’t think you’ll ever be, but if toying with Damian would remediate for the hurt he made you feel up until you were old enough to get over it, then it would do. 

You weren’t good after all, right? You and Selina were playing on the opposite side of the court, and the Bats were clearly losing.  

Damian regarded you from his spot in the shadows, typical of him, unmoving. You couldn’t help yourself but admire the sinful curve of his jawline, sharp enough to rival his sword. Or those piercing green eyes that stood him out from his siblings. No, you definitely hated the sight of his muscles all taunted against the tight fabric of his suit, or the way his body had changed over the years from the intense training it required to fit in with his lifestyle. Damian was worlds away from the scrawny boy he had once been. 

Breaking your gaze away from his arms before you salivated and made a fool of yourself, you lifted your eyes back to his face. “You’re not gonna say anything? hmm?” you taunted him. 

Still, Damian remained impassive in that spot of darkness he stood in, staring like a freak with unresolved issues, almost like he was far too captivated by you to function. Yes, that must’ve been it. 

You thought for a second, head tilting away from Damian and onto the bustling streets of Gotham. It was hard to hear everything from all the way up there, but the occasional honks of impatient drivers broke through the silence. You took a breather and braced yourself, wrapping your arms around yourself like a shield. 

The silence remained, stone cold. A minute passed, or 30 seconds. Nobody cared to keep track.

“…”

Then, you made your move. 

Hips swaying, one foot in front of the other in a perfect catwalk, seductive and calculated just as you’d been taught. You had, after all, the best mentor. Damian barely flinched when you stopped short before him, throwing your arms in a loop around his neck in the fraction of a second. You relished in the way his eyebrows furrowed in that typical frown of his, lips pulling down from the corners in a false disdain, but the pace of his heart thrumming in his chest against yours spoke a million words. 

Damian stood still and unshaken as your eyes traced the whole detour of his face, arms pinned stiffly by his side as his sharp eyes stayed strained on your own, face only inches from yours. His beauty had grown ethereal, like he had meticulously been picked from heaven itself for you. Damian was perfectly put together, from those thick, tamed eyebrows to that clean shaven jaw, he was a masterpiece to enjoy, and you had no shame in doing so. You wanted to run a hand through his gel-casted spikes of hair and ruin his perfectly propped hair. You wanted to ruin him. 

On the outside, anyone could have thought that Damian was unshaken by the whole encounter, but you knew him better than that. The way his fingers twitched momentarily as his sides, like he was itching to reach for you, to hold any part of you he could get ahold of like he’d done so many times before. Or like the fast pace of his heart that was so unlike his ex-assassin mannerism. 

For, Damian was tired of playing these repetitive games of tag with you. The perfect mirror of the infamous bat and cat. Except that Damian wanted nothing in semblance of what his father had with your mentor. Damian didn’t want to spend the rest of his life stuck in this endless loop of futile chase. He wanted more.  More than his inheritance could afford. 

The house and the ring type of more. The ‘let’s settle down and leave all of this behind’ type of more. The ‘I've never considered this with anyone other than you before’ type of more. 

Damian was shaken out of his thoughts when he felt you pull away slightly, unconsciously shaking his arms from their awkward position at his side, lacing them around your waist as an attempt to prevent you from leaving him. Again. 

You shook from the sudden movement, moving your arms from his shoulders to brace your hands against his chest in order to stabilize yourself. Even though he’d never let you fall, especially not with the way his strong arms were caging your body against his. 

And before you could even retort with another snarky remark, he surprised you. 

“I don’t want to play this game with you anymore,” the sentence hung in the stale silence of the moment, waiting for one of you to acknowledge the reality of what he’d just said. “I want more than this, I want a life with you.” 

For a split second, you’d fallen back to that delusional young girl who’d dream of a life she knew she couldn’t have, a life he didn’t want to have with her. It was all so, so close to you now, why would you ruin it? After all, you’d spent the last few years torturing the bat with your constant elusion, so why couldn’t you allow yourself to be happy this time? 

Genuineity swirled in Damian’s stringing green iris as he peered into yours, afraid to look away like you’d disappear from his grasp if he did. You’d done it before, why wouldn't you do it again? It was hard to think straight with the way his fingers dug possessively into your flesh, leaving indents in their wake. The way his eyes kept flickering down to your lips for a taste of his favorite torture. 

It was hard to think straight, so you just didn’t. 

Throwing one arm back around Damian’s neck, you raised yourself on your toes back again to face him. Your second hand landed softly on the side of his face like an anchor, and the latter found himself leaning into it like a stray cat. You stood so close to him that you could feel his warm breath against your skin, your racing hearts thumping against one another. 

It wasn’t long before Damian found himself leaning down, giving into that helpless feeling of love he tried so hard to suppress in the past. He’d give you the whole house and the whole troupe of children if that’s what you wished for, he’d give you all of your heart’s desires. 

Damian felt himself a king amongst peasants leaning down into your presence, but his trance didn’t last long when he felt you tilt your head toward his ear instead. Confused, he froze. 

And instead of serenading him with your pleasing siren song, a curse had you whispered in his ear. 

“If you think I'm giving in this easily, then you’ve got me all wrong,” he can practically feel that malevolent tilt of your lips as you whisper to him with that sardonic tone that will haunt him until he lies with the dead. 

“I’ll make sure that you chase after me until all your heart can do is despise me” you muttered, and all he could do was glance at you as you gleamed an honest smile.

You loved him, you really did. Yet you couldn’t tell why you’d never allow your heart to fully lie with his, not even when he’d hold your bare body to his and you’d pretend to fall asleep, soothed by his regular heartbeat with the intention to escape in the midst of the night. 

Damian couldn’t help but let you go as you pushed yourself out of his grasp, his arms loosened to allow you the choice, not like you hadn’t long chosen. With a never ending streak of sorrow, Damian had no other option than to watch you go, your silhouette the only thing he could focus on in the dead of the night, as you left him behind, time after time. 

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