The Bet
IMAGINE: Having a bet with Bruce and trying to make him break that bet.
A/N: I am here posting a Bruce smut, bc thats more impt than me studying for my astro quiz. (–: AND IDK IF THAT PROMPT SUMMARY MAKES ANY SENSE??? -lou
Not too long after, you arrived at the gala that was held in the most well known ball room in Gotham City. The second you stepped out of the car─Bruce opening the door for you, walking hand-in-hand─you were greeted with numerous flashing lights. You would never get used to becoming temporary blind by cameras. Bruce being used to it, guided you into the building.
You were greeted with soft, elegant music. Something that would easily put you to sleep if you were ever having trouble sleeping. Every woman in the building had a gorgeous designer dress that would go to the length of their feet or knees. You and Bruce walked hand in hand; walking towards a group of people. It was some of Bruce’s old time partners in the business. You all talked amongst each others. Laughter circled the group you were in. Bruce caught up on what his ex-partners were up to. It wasn’t long after you all said your goodbyes and off to possibly greet other people in the gala. Yet no, the two of you went and sat down. You were curious on why, your brows went inwards as you looked up at him. “Don’t want to really talk to people about how long I haven’t seen them and how they act as if they care what is or had been going on in my life.” Bruce nonchalantly said. You both looked at each other and laughed. You weren’t sure if you should make your move now, since you just got here 15 minutes ago. Thinking it wasn’t the best idea to start your plan when everyone was up and about; yet the thought of doing so was thrilling to you. So you took your chances. Placing your hand midway on his thigh; feeling him tense up. He looked at you, confused. You looked at him innocently, a smile placed on your lips. He knew where you were going with this, yet you acted clueless as if you were doing nothing wrong. “Y/N?” Bruce cooed. “Yes?” You replied. “It won’t work, babygirl.” He whispered in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. You had to keep calm and act as if it was nothing. “What won’t work?” Batting your lashes, giving your sweetest smile to Bruce. “Oh, you’re good.” He chuckled. “What is it that I’m good at, Bruce?” You cooed, taking his earlobe in between your teeth; rising your hand higher, only a few centimeters away from his crotch. Rubbing small circles, soon your fingers dug into his thigh, massaging it. You noticed his breathing getting heavier. You praised yourself on how well this was going. “Bruce?” You sweetly spoke. He hummed in reply. “You didn’t answer my question.” Applying more pressure onto his inner thigh. To get him to speak up, you brought your hand over his crotch.
Feeling how hard he was just from the slightest touches by you, made you aroused; getting that familiar tingling sensation in between your thighs. You looked around the room, no one seems to notice nor give a damn on what’s going on between you and Bruce. They all seem to be interested in their conversations. You applied pressure with the palm of your hand onto Bruce’s erection; which made him hitch his breath. “What is it? Cat got your tongue?” You giggled at how vulnerable he was, putty in your hands. He bucked his hips slightly to get more friction. In a split second you removed your hand from his covered crotch. This made Bruce tense up more and intake a large breath. “Well, I’m going to the ladies room.” You kissed his cheek, letting it linger on his cheek. Getting up from your seat and off towards the restroom. A big smile was plastered onto your lips. You didn’t even bother to sway your hips a bit since you have him wrapped around your finger.
You opened the restroom door, as you were fully in; you let out a squeal. Happy at your results. You looked at the stalls, thinking about actually using the restrooms–yet you really didn’t. Shaking your head, you headed towards the sinks to wash your hands. Humming to the soft melody that was filling the restroom. The door opened, indicating someone is in here. You didn’t bother to check. But your eyes grew wide when you heard a click. You instantly thought someone locked you in here with them. Not knowing if you should turn to see who it is. Instead you looked through the mirror. A relieved sigh past through your lips. “Oh my god Bruce! You fucking scared me!” You laughed. Bruce didn’t answer, all he did was walk up to you. Turning around your brows knitted, forgetting that you had a plan for the night a slight second. “Bruce?” You asked confused. “Shut up.” He mumbled. Bruce attacked your lips, kissing you roughly. The kiss you were receiving was filled with hunger and lust. Out of instinct you brought your hands into his hair, pulling at it. A groan emitted from his throat. He took your lip in between his teeth roughly pulling, making you whimper. You both pulled away for a slight second to catch your breath. You heard a small noise coming from south. You gasped as you saw Bruce unbuckle his belt. You were about to say something but he beat you to it. “That little game you played, Y/N. I didn’t like it. Teasing me like that.” He growled, making your core in between your legs tingle and instantly soak with your arousal. He fumbled with his dress pants trying to take them off, as he finally did, he allowed them to pool down to his ankles. “You know, if you continue this. You’re gonna lose the bet.” You warned him. “Fuck the bet.” He attached your lips to his, moving fast, yes in sync. You didn’t even notice when he placed you on the counter of the sink. He hiked up your dress enough so he could take off your panties. He was too aroused that he ripped them slightly. Making you wince a bit as he tried to tug the fabric down your legs. As they were now on the ground you frowned as you saw where they were slightly ripped. “Those were my second favorite.” You pouted to Bruce. “I can get you like 50 more tomorrow.” He whispered.
You still saw he had his briefs on. Seeing his immensely defined hard-on. Just the sight made you moan. You just wanted to take them off and take him in your mouth. Bruce saw how you were practically drooling and smirked at you. He pulled them down and his cock sprang up, hitting his stomach. Pre-cum glistened on this tip of it. God how your mouth watered to take him in your mouth, but you contained yourself. Knowing if you caved in on trying to pleasure him. You would be in on losing the bet as well.
His large hands gripped your waist, sliding towards the back of your dress. Finding the zipper and sliding it down. Once it was fully unzipped, the dress was instantly gone. He bit his lip as he saw you didn’t have a bra on. “No bra baby?” He cooed. “Well, the dress has cushion so.” You defended yourself. He just laughed, and once again his hand were on your waist. Without a notice he lifted you up, making you squeal. Your back hit the cold tile was, making you moan. Your legs wrapped around his torso. Bruce brought his hand down in between you two. Rubbing digit 8’s on your clit; making you pant, rocking your hips on wanting more contact. But immediately Bruce released his hand from your heat. Making you whimper, and a pout was placed on your lips. “Now you know how I feel.” Bruce cooed in your ear, nibbling at your earlobe. Making you flutter your eyes shut. It wasn’t too long before your eyes snapped back open as you felt Bruce roughly insert himself into you. Not giving you time to adjust, his thrusts were fast and hard. A loud moan left your lips; where as Bruce let out pants, and groans. He held you tight against his chest, no space in between you two. You clawed onto his jacket; you couldn’t form words nor did a noise come out from your lips. Your mouth just hung open; eyes fluttering shut as Bruce pounded into you relentlessly. He nuzzled his face into your neck, you knew he was close–he would nuzzle his face into your neck when he is about to reach his orgasm. Thrusts becoming sloppier by the second. Soon after, you felt your orgasm peak as well. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head; two more deep and hard thrusts from Bruce and you came undone. Stars flooded your mind, white blotchy images everywhere. A long moan fell from your lips. Bruce, however has not reached his orgasm. He thrusted a few more times and shot his hot seed into you. Nipping at your collarbone to muffle his noises. You both stood in that position for a bit longer before Bruce placed you down. Helping you get dressed. You laughed, knowing you won. Bruce saw, and rolled his eyes followed by a groan. “I guess I’m the winner, Brucey.” You giggled booping his nose.
“Now, you have to cook dinner for a whole week. Would you like me to get you a custom apron?” You said as you slipped on your right shoe. You walked over towards where Bruce was; fixing his tie. You leaned into his ear on your tippy toes “And I get to punish you any way I want.” You cooed, nipping at his earlobe.
A groan threatened to leave past his lips; which made you giggle. Heading towards the door, you turned to face Bruce. “You coming or not?” You asked. And with that, the two of you left and off to round two.