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summary: after you get saved from the almighty batman, you wake up in bruce wayneβs luxe apartment.
pairing: rpatts!bruce wayne x fem!reader
contains: mister kink, oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v sex, slight choking, slight praise
notes: all acts are consensual. characters are of age. i usually donβt write in second person but ive been experimenting more. also title doesnt mean anything i just thought it sounded cool. there is a twilight reference because i physically could not help myself. i think weβre all collectively thirsting for battinson so here you all go, my gift to you. (i want to lose my second virginity to him immediately.)
Slowly gaining conciousness and waking up, nerve endings buzzed with pain at the side of your head. You kept your eyes shut, becoming more and more aware of the silk sheets coating your legs that felt expensive. Nothing like the cloth sheets you had in your apartment.
Sounds of pen scribbling in a journal filled your senses, a thought crossed your mind wondering if you had left the TV on last night. But you didnβt get home last night. Where were you?
Opening your eyes, you were met with incredible artitecture in a modern, gigantic penthouse apartment. So much empty space but also acutley, perfectly decorated just enough so it didnβt look empty. Drapes and renaissance era paintings adorning the walls along with just everything looking so exorbitant.
You sat up on your elbows taking in the space around you, until you heard a dark, deep voice next to you. βFeeling okay?β
You looked at him like he was fucking insane. How the fuck did you end up laying in a bed with Bruce Wayne, Gothamβs silent, famous millionaire?
Watching you intently, he could almost see the dots connecting in your brain. The last thing you remembered was dipping in and out of physical reality, being carried in his arms. You remembered looking up and seeing a metal bat imprinted on his jet black suit, a sharp jaw, and the infamous mask covering the top half of his face.
βYou-Youβre Batman?β You looked almost frightened, gripping the blankets.
βYou know my secret.β He turned, placing his journal down on his nightstand and moving his attention back to you. βSomething tells me you wonβt tell anyone, though.β
βI wonβt.β You blurted out almost immediately after he finished his sentance.
You were on edge. You felt exposed in frong of him. It felt like he could unravel every sickening secret you kept down in your chest just by looking at you.
βYour clothes are in the wash.β He said, changing the subject almost instantly.
βYou took my clothes off? Are these yours?β You asked, feeling like your body stung wherever the fabric of (his) shirt touched you.
βYes. Sorry. You were drenched from the rain. You wouldβve gotten a cold.β He scanned you slowly, examining every inch with eyes that pressed into your skin. You felt hot, getting warmer and warmer with every swipe of his eyes down your frame. Still trying to process that BatMan was Bruce Wayne, You were in Bruce Wayneβs bed, Bruce Wayne took off your clothes, and now you might be wearing clothes that belonged to him.
Your mind buzzed with all of this newfound information, not knowing what to do with yourself. You rolled the fabric of the sheets in between your thumbs, trying to occupy some part of your brain.
The way he was answering the bare minimum of your questions, providing no further explanations drove you insane. He took notice of your uncomfortable demeanor, softening up slightly. βYou can leave, if you want.β
βWhy did you bring me back here?β You decided that ignoring his last statement was the best choice, so you pressed for further information.
βThey knocked you out. Completely. I couldnβt leave you there, on the ground.β He stood up, made his way around the bed to stand in front of you. You looked up at him with wide eyes, taking in how painfully handsome he was.
βDo you usually bring all of the damsels in distress of Gotham back to your bed?β You asked, eyes tracing the outline of his jaw, his lips.
βSo why me?β You breathed.
βIβve been watching you for awhile. I feel very protective over you.β He brought a hand up to your jaw, cupping it in his hand. He tucked hair behind your ear.
Even though he wasnβt really doing anything, you felt completely dominated by him standing over you. βWatching me?β
βYou heard what I said.β Bruce Wayne was a man who didnβt like to repeat himself. βI know thereβs no one else looking out for you. No one protecting you. I felt like I had to. I wanted to.β His hand trailed down to rest on your neck.
Silence suffocated the space between both of you, you could feel how impossibly wet you were getting, by him doing nothing. The excitement, the uncertainty of the situation consumed you, drowning you in a haze of arousal.
He started leaning down, straining his neck down to you. He tilted your chin upwards, meeting your lips together.
You followed his pace, agonizingly slow. He wanted to take his time kissing you, really kissing you, marking the impression of him in your brain so youβd never forget. His hand trailed to the back of your neck, pulling you in deeper. Moaning into the taste of him, you could feel him smirk against your lip.
He pulled back. Relishing in the way your lips were glossy and tinted red from the kiss, he knelt down, his chest pressing to your knees. βTell me you want this. Now. Tell me if I can take you, if itβs okay.β
Something inside of you wanted to comply to everything he said. βI do, I want this. More than anything.β
He chucked at that, cock twitching in his pants at your begging tone. βNow what do you say?β
You looked at him, slightly confused. βPlease?β
βSay, Yes Mr. Wayne. I want you to take me, do anything to me, and only stop if I ask you to. I want you to make me yours.β
βYes Mr. Wayne, I- I want you,β you stammered, struggling to find the words through your head spinning with want, need.
βSay it. Go on, baby. Tell me.β He commanded, looking you dead in the eyes.
βI want you to take me, Mr. Wayne. I want you to do whatever you want to me. Iβm yours.β You pleaded, grabbing at the collar of his shirt.
βGood.β He slid his hand down the top of your thigh, and you parted them. It was just now that you noticed you were only wearing underwear and his shirt.
βSaw these earlier. Just wanted to see what was underneath.β He slid his fingers up and down the lace, stopping at a wet spot that was forming.
You felt exposed, wanting to close your legs on instinct. But you didnβt, you tried to hold back pathetic whimpers as he dragged a pointer finger ever so slightly over your clothed clit.
His hand trailed up to the hem, ripping your best pair of underwear completely effortlessly with the force of just one hand. You wanted him to split you in half with that kind of strength.
βIβll take you shopping tomorrow.β He growled before spreading you out further in front of him so he could get a clear view.
He didnβt waste a second dipping his head in between your legs. The first touch of his toungue burned you from the inside out, sparking electric at the base of your spine. His tongue trailed up and down you, stopping at the entrance breifly to toy it with his tongue. He made his way back up, connecting his lips to your clit. It was effortless for him, but you had never felt anything like this.
He placed a hand on your stomach, keeping your hips down from bucking up into his tongue. He lifted his head for just an instant, you whimpered instantly at the loss of contact. βYouβll take what I give you.β
His finger slipped down your cunt, breaching at your entrance. You could feel every crevasse, every ridge of his finger as he pushed it in deeper, adding a second one before you could adjust to the first. He curled them perfectly inside of you, pressing right against your g-spot right on the first try, like he had your body down to a science.
His mouth returned to your clit, his tongue flicking at your clit with an impeccable speed while his fingered spread you open agonizingly slow. You were half sobbing, crying out, as your hands found his hair.
He seemed to like that. You felt the vibrations of his groan down through your cunt, adding to the pleasure. His tongue swirled you sweetly, pressing a flat tongue against you. Adding a third finger, you were writhing beneath him.
βGonna cum? I feel you squeezing my fingers. Just my fingers.β He tutted, looking up at you through your thighs with a glistening chin and a smirk. βAsk for it.β
βPlease, Mr. Wayne. Need it so bad.β You whined, rutting your hips against his tongue again.
You did what he told you to. It was a pleading pleasure that pulsed through you, hitting every right spot inside of you. You screamed laced with pants of his name.
He didnβt give you any time to come down from your high when he was turning you onto your front, legs tipping off at the side of the bed. His palms pointed your ass up, running his hand down the curve of you.
βYouβre fucking perfect. So goddamn perfect. Ever since I first saw you, I wanted to fuck you until you were ruined.β His cock was throbbing against his pants, leaking and creating a wetspot on the sweats. He slid down his pants and discarded them somewhere irrelevant.
He pressed the tip into you, driving begs out of you.
βTell me you want it. And donβt forget your manners.β When his voice got dark, ignited something inside of you.
βPlease, Mr. Wayne. I want it so bad.β You tried to fuck yourself back onto him, trying to slide him deeper inside of you. He held down your hips hard enough for bruises to linger the next morning.
He slammed into you. It was a deep burn stretching you, but also an ache inside of you that was completely satisfied when he filled you perfectly.
Mr. Wayne, a methodic, practiced man who has never done anything outside of a plan, didnβt have one now. He pounded into you unforgivingly with no rhyme or reason, he was a man starved and was drunk off the feel of you around his cock.
It stole breath from both of your lungs, made you see stars. This is the feeling the addicts chased, the feeling every soul on this earth has always been looking to find. It was an excruciating pleasure thrumming through you, hitting every nerve ending.
His pace only increased, growing more and more forgiving by the mere second. He pulled out almost completely every time, and each time fucking you harder.
βFuck, gonna cum already. Never felt a pussy this good,β he grunted, pulling you by the neck to press flush against his back. He wrapped his arm around you pressing slightly, kissing the breath from your lungs ever so slightly making the fire of pleasure burn brighter.
He tilted your head so he could kiss you sloppily while rutting into you, swallowing every moan that left your lips.
βMr. Wayne, please, please,β you didnβt know what you were begging for, but he was giving it to you.
βLet go. You got so fucking tight when you came, want to feel it.β
His command was all you needed to do what he asked you to. The coil snapped inside of you, numbing your entire body with pleasure. You felt him spilling inside of you which added to the unexplainable orgasm you were experiencing.
He kept you steady as you both came down, kissing down your neck and adorning your skin with whispers of praise of how good you did for him.
βFuck, youβre fucking amazing.β He breathed, pulling out of you. He watched himself run out of you down your thigh, without an ounce of shame. βGo ahead, lay down. Iβll start the shower for you.β
Your body collapsed against his bed, feeling it slipping down from you onto his silk sheets. It took power not to drift into sleep now, but you sat up when you heard the shower turn on from a distant room.
You followed the trickling water, discarding your, his shirt into the hamper before stepping into the marble bathroom.
a/n: not to thirst over my own smut but the part where he said βill take you shopping tomorrowβ π©
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