KINKTOBER ‘25, DAY 1: APOLOGY SEX. PRAISE KINK.
PAIRING: bruce wayne x female! reader
SUMMARY: bruce is a hardworking man, and sometimes you feel lonely, even your slutty pajamas aren’t enough to get him to fuck you… so that’s precisely why you sleep on the couch one night… and bruce can’t have that!
CONTENT WARNINGS: 18+ CONTENT, rough sex, hair pulling, tit sucking, doggy style, creampies, dominant! bruce wayne, ass slapping, apology sex, lingerie, praise kink, couch sex, bruce is apologetic (even if he’s a bit mean about it)
AUTHOR'S NOTE: first day of kinktober! inspired by sabrina carpenter’s ‘my man on willpower’ because it’s such good song + album of the year, and I love to write apology sex because it’s absolutely delicious. bruce is a little ooc at the beginning but trust! he gets better!
bruce wayne was a hardworking man; you knew this the moment you began dating the billionaire by day, vigilante superhero by night. his schedule was full of philanthropic efforts, training one of the new robins, and detective work— and somehow? he made space for you.
except the times where he couldn’t. sometimes his schedule was too busy for any attention to pay to you.
of course, the bat tried. keyword; try. you two shared a bed, he made sure you were taken care of physically and mentally, and he spent as much time as he could give you… but one thing he couldn’t do? sex.
and having sex with bruce wayne was the best thing you’ve ever had, and that’s why you’ve been so on edge. you want him, but he seemingly doesn’t want you.
some nights the bed was warm, other nights it wasn’t. some nights, you had the man’s arms wrapped around you, his size dwarfing yours, while other nights the arms wrapped around you was your own.
it got hard sometimes— scratch that, a lot. it was hard to handle a lot of the time, but you pushed through, because when bruce was able to make time for you, it was heavenly and you’d never take it for granted. but the distance hurt, the wait was excruciating but it was worth it… even if it hurt to suffer through.
so you began to try to get creative. if bruce wasn’t going to pay attention to you regularly, you’d find ways to get him to pay attention to you.
putting his hand higher up on your thigh when he’s driving his car? didn’t work. pressing your ass up on his crotch when he finally gets to bed? you heard him grunt but again, didn’t work. when he was in the bat cave and you sat in his lap as he worked in the console? he’d kiss your cheek, gruff a simple ‘hey baby’ in your ear then go back to work. you began to lose your patience… not even wearing one of his shirts could get him to have sex. the kisses lingered, they tasted good but you wanted more, you needed more.
then, one night, you took it up the notch. and it finally worked— but not the reason you thought.
bruce finally came to bed when you went to bed, murmuring something about the city being safe that night, since he’d sent dick and jason out and they could handle the city themselves. you decided to wear a specific pair of lingerie, his favorite color too! the lace that you knew made him go crazy, and mentally prepared yourself for both sex and disappointment, keeping an open mind for both because for the last month and a half? it’s all you’ve known.
he turned off the lamp, the moonlight sprawling into the room as he got into bed. so far… nothing. he had looked at you with the small smile you’d seen too many times that it’s practically became the smile he had only for you, a smile designed just for you. he slides into his spot on the bed, his fingers brushing against the lace of the bra you were wearing, and he locked an arm around your waist and dragging you to his chest.
moments pass… your ear pressed against his chest, listening to his heart beat. nothing. absolutely nothing… no squeeze of your ass, no making out… just sleep.
you keep your thoughts in your head but you’re pissed. you can’t handle him ignoring you like this… even your sexy lingerie for pajamas don’t even affect him. there’s only so much a woman can take. you work hard and he works hard, and you’ve tried initiating but absolutely nothing.
the moment you hear bruce drift off to sleep, seeing through the moonlight his eyes close and the slow rise and fall of his chest, you’re able to slip out of his grip. he’s always held you tight when he slept, like he didn’t want to lose you, but you were successful in your little escape.
you stand up, stretching out your body as you look over your shoulder, seeing bruce’s eyebrows furrow but he doesn’t respond. my god.
padding over to a random shirt on the floor, you slide it on and slowly walk to the door, opening it and slipping out of the bedroom. the wayne manor is cold, you could feel it hit on your legs as the shirt (which was bruce’s, like he knew it was the first one you’d grab) fell down to your thighs, covering your lacy panties ass.
stepping down the stairs, the ice cold tiles hit the heel of your feet but you find yourself to the couch. you flopped onto it without any character, face in the cushions. you didn’t want to cry, bruce didn’t make you cry… it’s just hard trying to initiate sex with a man so hardworking that sex is an afterthought.
it took bruce all of five minutes to realize you were gone.
he could feel the shift of weight to the bed when he went to put his other hand in your hair and shocker… you weren’t there. he shot up, senses high alert. no windows were cracked, no signs of a kidnapping… that’s good. now the ‘hard’ part; finding where you were, but there’s only so many places in the manor for you to be.
he got up, pants riding down on his waist as he walks over to the door, opening it and feeling the cold wisps of air.
walking down the banister, he immediately smelt your scent. it was distinct to his senses… perfume or not perfume, your natural scent, he knew instantly and walked over to where his body took him; the couch.
the living room was dim, moonlight shooting through the curtains from multiple angles as his eyes laid upon you. a rush of anger shot through him… not at you, but at himself for allowing you to sleep on the couch.
“angel…” he mutters, stepping close as he looks at your body.
you’re half asleep, you know he’s there, and you know your shirt is revealing enough of your ass to him, but it’s not like he’s actually going to do anything. he hasn’t done anything for a month and a half so why now?
keeping your eyes close, you feel his hand brush against your cheek as he bent down a little, his thumb rubbing against your cheekbone. he sighs at seeing you on the couch. he hated it. he hated not having you in his arms. he knew he’s been fucking up, he knows he needs to be giving more attention to you— it’s just that schedules changes and especially for the billionaire himself…
“what are you doing here?” he asks, voice low, you could sense the roughness and the intensity of his question despite it being so quiet.
you crack open your eyes, feeling his fingers go down from your cheek to the back of your neck. “hmmm… bruce?” you whispers.
he nods. “yes, hun, it’s me… what the hell are you doing?” he asks you, keeping a gaze on you. he finished. “on the couch. why are you not in bed.”
“because… because you wouldn’t care.” you murmur, knowing damn well the game you’re playing but you didn’t care. you were sick and tired of waiting… “y-you haven’t cared for a month and half, ‘prolly two now…” you add, somehow quieter.
bruce looks at you, his eyebrows furrowed. he listens to your words… he soaks them in… and you’re not wrong; that’s what hits him the hardest. it’s not that he didn’t care, but it’s because his time already had an owner, but that’s no excuse for his lack of interest in you for the last month and a half.
“baby. that’s not true.” he says to you, looking up and down your body. the sight of your lingerie hits him. he knows it’s his favorite, the one you wore for your anniversary that made him bend you over the bat console.
your eyes open up a little as you roll to your left side, hand under your head. “but it is, bruce…” you shoot back, no venom but no gentleness either. “a month and a half… no touching at all… it’s like you don’t want me anymore.”
bruce’s expression hardens, putting his left hand on the back of the couch as he leans in. “baby, you know that’s not true.” he mutters, his eyes piercing yours.
“well your schedule certainly makes me believe it.” you tell him, trying to stop feeling so wet at his face being close to yours for what it felt like forever. you wanted to be mad at him, but you couldn’t find the will to.
he shakes his head. “let me prove it to you.” he mutters and before you could think, his lips were against yours. it felt good. it felt right.
you hated how easily he made you melt, but you wrapped your left arm around his neck as he kept your body on your side, the kisses turning into less soft, chaste kisses and more sloppy and bruising kisses— the one you knew bruce meant.
his hands bypass the shirt you were wearing, his plan worked to make you wear it, as his fingers touched all up on the lace, a soft groan leaving his mouth in between kisses.
“wore my favorite…” he puts.
you smile at the acknowledgement. fucking finally. “it’s the only way I could’ve gotten your ass to finally fuck me…” you hiss back, feeling his lips leave yours, leaving behind a line of spit that stick to his scruff as he kisses onto your jaw.
he groans at your words, and with a seamless move, the shirt was on the floor. “I’m sorry, sweet girl… didn’t mean to… didn’t mean for my schedule to get so busy…” he tells you, leaning down and pressing kisses onto the top of your right breast. “good fucking god… love ‘em.” he mutters, his tongue laying flat on your nipple through the lacy bra.
you shudder at his tongue, but you respond to his first handful of words. “fuck the schedule.” you groans, putting your hand in his hair as he sucks on your nipple through the bra, the black lace becoming wet with his tongue.
it doesn’t take long for his fingers to reach behind your back and snapping it off. the lacy bra relaxes as he slips it off, your breasts spilling out. his hand throws the bra to the floor somewhere in the dark living room.
his hands covered both of them, his hands so easily grabbing them no matter the size. “fuckin’ hell.” he mutters again and before you knew it, his mouth was on your nipple, this time on your left as his right thumb circled your nipple.
“oh bruce…” you moan, your legs involuntarily spreading and he wastes no time, slotting himself in with his right leg, his left foot on the floor and his knee pressing into the edge of the couch.
his fingers squeeze your breasts, his thumbs stroking the underside as his lips sucked on your hardened nipple, swirling wetness on the nub and before you knew it, he alternated to the other breast. he’s addicted, he always really loved your breasts, more than your ass (but not by a lot. you in general, bruce loved and desired)
“bruce…” you moan, your face flushed as his tongue continued to swirl around your nipples and squeezing your breasts.
he keeps his mouth on you, but his eyes look up. the cock of his left eyebrow is the replacement for words.
“fuck me already.” you beg, hands tugging at his black hair as you press against his crotch, your right leg hiking over his side, heel digging into his lower back. “been too long since… since you’ve fucked me…”
bruce grunts, retracting his mouth from your boobs and before you knew it, you were on your knees, hands fisting the cushions as he puts you on your knees, elbows pressed into the couch.
he pulled down his pants, stuffing his right hand past the waistband and grabbing his cock— which was half hard when he began to suck on your tits but now it’s rock hard.
“since you asked so nicely, angel.” he murmurs, grabbing the sides of your panties and shoving them down your thighs. you moan at how quick he’s doing this, as if he’s making up for lost time, and you couldn’t be more excited.
you look over your shoulder, moaning lowly at the sight of his cock. “bruce… mhm… bruce… please…”
he puts his tip to your folds, his left hand sprawled on your lower back as his right hand held onto the couch. “my fucking god, princess, you’re fucking soaked.” he whispers, feeling how wet you are just by lining up with your pussy. “this poor pussy…”
you nod, lifting your right hand to hold onto his forearm. “y-yeah… and it’s your fault… y-you neglected me…” you grunt back.
bruce stiffens at your words, his eyebrows furrowing as each inch pushes into you. you’re tighter than he suspected… he really left you too long. he groans as your walls clench around his thick cock, his thumb stroking up and down your lower back.
you can’t help but moan with each push of his cock, hands trembling as your pussy is stretched. it burns in the best way possible, it feels so good, you want to cry at how much you miss it. your face digs into the couch cushions as your mouth stayed agape.
“there you go.” he sighs, bottoming out as his balls press against your pussy, his tip going deeper within your cunt. “taking me so easily… my good girl…”
your head leans back, tears pricking at the edge of your eyes as he slowly begins to fuck your walls open. “bruce! oh bruce…!”
his grin is wolfish, his right hand moving off the couch and grabbing a chunk of your hair, pulling your head back to see his face. you don’t need to tell him to go faster, it’s like he knows. he knows what you want, he knows exactly how you want it… he doesn’t make you wait— he’s made you wait a month and a half.
his hips begin to snap back and fourth, the couch squeaking under you as his fingers remained in your hair. he’s fucking you quick, no need to wait, and your moans fill the living room.
bruce kisses your cheek, licking the sweat that beads down the side of your head. “I’m sorry baby, I’m sorry for making you wait. I take the blame, baby, I take the blame for leaving this pussy alone for a month and a half…”
you nod your head, veins pumping with pleasure as your left hand grips the back of the couch, your right hand reaching back to hold his hand that’s in your hair. “it’s okay b-bruce… it’s okay… y-you’re here now… oh fuck!”
he shakes his head. “no. it’s not okay that I left you alone for so long.” he says as his cock drills deeper, his hips relentless and your pussy fluttering with each thrust. “it’s not okay I ignored you… you deserve better than that… better than me.”
“I-I don’t- ah! d-don’t want anyone else besides you, bruce…” you moan back, squeezing your eyes close as your body becomes closer and closer to your orgasm.
his chest grinds against your back, balls slapping with each harsh thrust. “good, ‘cause no woman’s pussy will ever be this good.”
you can’t help the sharp moan that leaves your mouth. it doesn’t mean to leave so broke and so… reactionary, but he picks up on it.
“you like that, don’t you, angel?” he murmurs, somehow picking his hips faster, you don’t know how the vigilante does it. “you like when I sweet talk this pussy?”
you nod, eyes rolling back with each drill of his cock, his tip kissing your g-spot. “b-bruce… I’m gonna cum! f-fuckkkk!”
he didn’t try to stop you, who would he be to stop you? his hips don’t stop, his cock twitches as his fingers tighten in your hair, lips pressing onto your shoulder as his teeth graze the skin.
your vision whites out, neck straining as your pussy clenches, it feels so damn good, it feels better than ever. your nails dug into the back of his hand deep, leaving clear crescent marks on top of his veiny hand as your knees shake.
a soft smile appears on his face at seeing your orgasm, not caring how deep your hand went in his hand. he kept his thrusts going, his own balls tightening as your pussy clenched around his thickness. “there’s my girl… fuckin’ good girl.”
you roll your eyes back into position, your eyes half lidded as you look at him. spit falls down your chin, nails losing its grip on him as you grind against him involuntarily due to the overstimulation of his cock.
“b-bruce…” you moan out, arching because of how he’s still going, your pussy no longer clenching around him. “please… cum… cum in me, bruce… please.”
he smiles, brushing his hand in your hair as he gives you one last thrust, going as deep as his hips would allow. “that’s the plan, angel.” he mutters as his balls tighten one more time.
and soon, you feel cum filling your womb. it’s hard and harsh, it’s filling and it’s so good as your abdomen feels warm, his hand still brushing your sweaty hair.
“there you go…” he coos, leaning down and pressing the back of your head. he grinds against you, more and more cum sputtering out of his cock. “good girl… taking my dick just well… ‘m sorry again, baby… for ignoring you… ignoring your needs…” he adds, leaning to his right to press a kiss to your temple. “never again, I promise, baby.”
and when he pulls out, and carries you back to the bedroom? you don’t need to worry. you aren’t worried as you cuddle into his chest, as his arms wrap protectively around you.
you don’t need to worry that bruce wayne will ignore your needs.
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day one of kinktober doneeee. bruce is so fine, I wanna eat his bicep. I couldn’t figure out a color to give this mf, so I just did purple because why not!
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