#jealous pining buck sulking and going out with her brother to 'move on'

[princessamericachavez]

Eddie dating Marisol and Buck dating Marisol's brother 👀

listen i live for the shenanigans and this idea came to me last night as a "fix-it" and I cannot begin to tell you how hilarious it is in my head, the amount of dumb-fuckery going on would be through the roof

[hhhellish]

The night of the gala;

A.k.a “Thank God there are elite doctors in the building because I might faint”.

This is Not SFW, just so you know, since in this whole S.M. AU Damian is 19 - 20 y/o.

P. 24 / ?? 2 / 2

The only thing you saw for a second was a black suit jacket, a starched white shirt and a navy blue tie. When you raised your face, however, you found Damian's father with an... amused expression? You didn't think you ever saw that man without a frown, let alone a smile. Then he raised his hand, offering it to you, “Bruce Wayne, a pleasure to finally meet you”, you shook his hand, beaming, “Y/N Y/L, and the pleasure is all mine, sir”. He nodded, pleased with your good manners, and turned to Damian. “It was about time we met, all my kids said wonderful things about you”. Even with your heart still in your throat, you had it in you to look at Damian with a teasing smile, “Oh, really?”, he had the courage to look away and cross his arms, on the defensive. “I'm afraid everything might just be flattery, Mr. Wayne”, he chuckled, surprising you, and added, “I don't think so, they are not the type to give empty praise”.

With that, he excused himself, patting his son's shoulder as he passed by. Damian adressed you then, “Are you ready?” “Born ready, pretty boy”, he rolled his eyes, offering you his arm. That's how you came into the ballroom, your arm around his, smiling at the soft golden lights. Whispers rose on every corner, people turning their heads to the sides murmuring, while staring straight at you. Some women shot you dirty looks, flaunting tight, red dresses, and vertiginous heels that made your feet hurt just by looking at them. They looked like hungry vultures, waiting for a rich man to show up. And that whole gala was a build-a-sugar-daddy party for them.

Screeching pulled your attention away from the croud, catching Dick running towards you at full speed, before encasing you in his arms and spinning you in the air. “You look gorgeous, Y/NN!”, he said when he put you back on your feet. Your face gleamed, but before you could thank him Damian butted in. “What do you think you're doing, Grayson?”, and Dick raised his hands in mock surrender, smiling devilishly. Clad in a dark blue suit, hair carefully slicked back, he was the spitting image of an Adonis.

He led you to a nearby table, filled with complicated desserts, where Jason was sulking and discreetly stuffing his face with meringue-filled puff pastry. Then he dissappeared to 'take care of something'. Upon your arrival Jay gave you a hug, and a nod to Damian, which said boy appreciated over Dick's efusivity. “It looks great on you, sweetheart”, he complimented, and you heard Damian snort, so you shot him a look— “Behave, pretty boy”. He looked away, pouting once again, and just held onto you, arm around you, hand on your hip. Then Dick came back, a girl in tow, a champagne flute in each hand.

“Jason, Y/N, Damian,” he called, handing one glass to Jason, “this here is Yvonne”, then he smiled at Damian. “She told me you two know each other”. You smiled politely and shook her hand, but when you saw her sharp smile, you turned to Damian, and found him with a scowl firm in place, his lips pressed into a thin line. “We don't, we've only met once”, she looked at him through her eyelashes, dripping faux innocence, “Oh, don't be so mean, Dami”.

Slowly, but surely, it downed on you. This was that... that “cherry” girl. The one Damian used to make you jealous. “Did she just call him Dami? Oh, hell no”, you thought, fuming. “He can be a bit brazen sometimes,” you granted, with a sly smile, “but how would you know?”, the sweet giggle you added was to soften the jab. She looked taken aback, surely not expecting you to attack right back. And so graciously, at that. “I'm sure I've seen you somewhere, but I can't seem to put my finger on it”, the foul sneer on her face was the tell-tale sign of the venomous words she would spit right after, “Oh, maybe on TV, or any vogue magazine, really. Since, you know, I am actually famous”. That was a low hit, sure, making a reference on you being a nobody on that whole environment.

But nevertheless, you just laughed again, taking a little pastry from the table, “No, that's not it, I don't read that... kind of thing”, taking a bite you added, “I think it was from that one scandal... Oh, yeah! You're the one who tried to blackmail that one deputy with a sextape of you both!”, you turned to Jason, feeling even more smug when you saw the thoroughly amused expression on his face, “How could I forget, I wonder?”. She sputtered, utterly ashamed, and looked at Damian. Was she looking for help? Silly little girl. The only thing she saw was Damian eating you up with his eyes, as if you two were the only people in that huge room, ready to lift the skirt of your dress and make you his right there. “Oh, dear, maybe saying that here was a little mean of me too?”, she glared, eyes full of angry tears, and ran for the exit. Jason bursted into a fit of laughter, holding his stomach and everything. Dick looked at you, big blue eyes screaming apologies, but Damian's hand on your waist made any reassurance for the oldest brother die in your throat.

“May I have a word with you?”, but before you could answer, he was already leading you out of the ballroom, into a much more secluded area of the mansion, the one that his bedroom occupied. Maybe you made him mad? Oh, God, you fucked up big time. He closed the door behind him, and stared you down. You ruined his image, didn't you? What if— His lips found yours in a bruising kiss, teeth clashing a bit before your lips pushed back, desire burning away any uncertainty. “ʾAnta labiq, habibti (you have a way with words, beloved)”, hearing him speak his mother tongue made heat pool low in your belly, so you grabbed him by the lapels of his suit jacket and pushed his body tight against you, kissing him feverisly again. His tongue entered your mouth, softly, reverently, and you let your body be handled by hands that adored you.

When your body laid pliant on his bed, dress pushed up past your hips, Damian's head keeping your legs apart, allowing him to just drink you in, he kept moving his mouth. Kissing from your knee to the edge of your panties, and doing it again on the other leg, “Look at you, habibti, so beautiful and all mine”. You whined, bucking your hips, but he just pined them down with his hands, giving your covered center a kiss, “And so feisty, too”, he pried your soaked panties off you, getting back between your legs before you could close them, “You made me so hard, putting that harlot back in her place”. He kissed your pussy again, now exposed and bare, and hummed low in his throat. “I was just claiming what's mine”, you said with confidence, earning you a hard swipe of his tongue against you, sucking your clit into his mouth, “That's right, all yours”. He dived right in after that, giving it his all, even after you fell into ecstasy, sated, and lacked the strenght to close your legs, he kept going. Pleasuring you past your limit, to his heart's desire.

When he stopped, face flushed and mouth glistening, you pulled him up into a lazy kiss, just a sweet touch of lips that gave you a taste if your own essence. It made you feel hot all over again, but he shook his head, smiling apologetically. “People will start to suspect, habibti”. You sighed but complied, yet when you reached for your underwear, he shook his head, putting it out of your reach, “You don't need those, I'm not done with you”.

The rest of the night was spent with you two attached to the hip, Damian never leaving your side, and looking at each other like you were about to jump each other's bones. You missed Bruce Wayne's speech about generosity and the importance of donations, but Dick clued you in, still looking dejectedly at you, just like a kicked puppy. You had to assure him it wasn't his fault, but warned him that maybe he was way too trusting. But, hey, Jason was still laughing! And Damian stayed that night with you, giving you everything you needed. [insert “Careless Whisper” by Wham! here]

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