I know Bruce Wayne would surprise Gotham with a plus-size sugar baby.
Notes: First time writing to Bruce, first time writing in years. I'm nervous, I think I wrote too much, but I hope you like it. Send love.
*English is not my native language, please be patient.*
Bruce Wayne with a plus-size sugar baby who always makes a point of keeping his hand on your waist, and if you feel insecure and avoid him, he'll draw patterns with his fingers to try and calm you down. He likes you and your whole chubby body around him.
Bruce Wayne meets a plus-size sugar baby who in their first few dates, realizes you're shy about eating around him. So he makes sure to reserve private seating and learn your preferences so he can order what you truly like he definitely uses Batman's computer, which happens to have data on you and everyone else.
Bruce Wayne with a plus-size sugar baby who always makes a point of telling you how graceful you are, helps you choose very expensive clothes without you knowing the price because that's nothing to him, and if any of them are too tight on you, he simply contacts the designer and has an exclusive one made just for you.
Bruce Wayne with a plus-size sugar baby who tries to avoid staring blatantly at her cleavage but never succeeds; he finds her breasts beautiful and luscious. Mommy issues? Probably.
Bruce Wayne with a plus-size sugar baby who hands you his Black card like it's nothing, tells you to go to the mall and have fun.
Bruce Wayne with a plus-size sugar baby who heard you were mistreated at a luxury store in the mall and insists on going back there with you and making the saleswoman cater to your every whim while he just watches, then he buys the store :)
Bruce Wayne with a plus-size sugar baby when you mention having surgery to become thinner under the guise of "looking prettier for him," gets sad thinking he's so vain. He tells you that he met you this way, that's how he fell in love with you, that he loves your body and wouldn't change anything about you... he even makes a point of showing you this in the bedroom
Bruce Wayne with a plus-size sugar baby when nasty headlines come out about you and your body saying things like "a man like him would never be with a woman like that, it's a joke," he simply makes a point of showing you off, looking gorgeous and elegant, at a charity ball for everyone to see. He makes you wear that low-cut dress that's more expensive than your apartment, the one that drives him crazy.
Bruce Wayne with a plus-size sugar baby who insists on giving a brief statement we all know this man hates media attention but he couldn't have found a more incredible and beautiful woman than you.
Bruce Wayne with his plus-size sugar baby notices you're uncomfortable at the prom and wonders if he did something wrong. Then he sees the women at the prom judging and laughing at you, pulls you closer, dances with you, and then gives you a brief kiss. Making it clear to all the women of Gotham and the world that his playboy days are over, Bruce Wayne is a man in love.
The one where Bruce is your ex and he has realized the mistake he made when he let you go.
Warnings: smut, angst, ex!Bruce, semi-public sex, kind of cheating (Bruce is on a date with another woman), dirty talk, possessiveness, open ending
A/N: So, I didn’t want to claim any particular Bruce Wayne actors so I just put two that fit the moodboard I had in mind. Feel free to choose your favorite as you read. Special thanks to @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog for looking over this for me! I love you!
Y/N’s P.O.V.
“It’s good to see you.” I forced myself not to grind my teeth together, not to react in any way as my ex’s voice reached me. Plastering on the fakest smile I could muster, I turned around to face him with practiced surprise.
“Bruce! How nice to see you.” I accepted his hug, kissing the air around both of his cheeks, but making sure not to breathe in his cologne. “Well, I should go back in there…” In reality, I’d only just stepped out onto this balcony when he decided to join me, and so it was obvious I was trying to avoid him.
I was way past the point of caring, though. I just needed to get out of there.
“No, please.” His fingers gripped my wrist, freezing me in place before I could make my escape. “Please, stay.” I didn’t want to turn around. I didn’t want to face him.
I used to love this man with all of my heart. I thought we would grow old together. I truly, wholeheartedly - stupidly - believed he was the one.
And he broke it all off with me without so much as an explanation. I wiped the blood from his body when he came home to me all beaten up. I stayed up past my bed time most nights, waiting for him to get back - waiting to know if he’d ever get back to me again.
And then he just threw all of that love away as if it was nothing.
“I don’t want to,” I admitted, pulling my hand free from his grasp. “I don’t owe you anything anymore. And I don’t want to be near you.” I was prepared to leave when his voice interrupted me.
“You say that, but you’re still wearing the necklace I bought you.” I froze by the door, hand over the handle, unbelieving of what he had said.
How could he? Try to take this one small memento I kept from our time together - a gift he’d given me - by throwing on my face that he’d been the one to pay for it?
After everything I cried?
“You’re an asshole,” I snarled. “Do you want it back?” I asked, my hands already fiddling with the clasp of the damn thing. “Is that it?” Bruce grimaced, rushing towards me to stop me from tearing the fragile chain from my neck.
“No.” He shook his head enthusiastically. “I want you back.”
There was such vulnerability in his tone that it froze me, breaking my defenses in a second. We both stared at each other, me with incredulity in my eyes, him with what seemed like hurt and regret.
Absentmindedly, my gaze dropped lower, until I was staring at his lips.
It was simple magnetism. His mouth descended on mine before I could realize what was happening, and I went on with it, easily slipping back into the habit of curling my tongue around his and swallowing down his taste.
When we parted for air, he didn’t seem to be able to pull away completely, instead opting to deposit a kiss on my chin before trailing a path down my jaw.
I pushed him away when he reached my neck, suddenly sobering up with the cold wind that brushed against my sensitive lips, reminding me of why I shouldn’t want this.
“You asshole,” I complained. “I told you if you called it quits, that would be it. I told you!” My voice was strong. He knew how I felt, could see it in the way I was shaking my head, avoiding his eyes as I hugged my torso to protect from the cold.
“Can’t I be wrong?” He surprised me, prompting me to whip my head up and meet his eyes again. “At least once?” I didn’t know what to say. The Bruce I knew would never admit defeat. He was too proud to apologize or recognize his own mistakes.
“Don’t leave me again,” he insisted, holding me captive under his stare. “I need you.” At my lack of response, the man fell to his knees before me, head bowed as my mouth fell open.
“The great big Batman,” I couldn’t help but taunt, “on his knees for little old me. What would your enemies think if they saw you like this?”
“If they knew how sweet your pussy tastes, they’d understand,” was his response, uttered in such a no-bullshit tone that it had me choking on air in surprise. “Of course,” Bruce went on to say, shrugging as if it was no big deal. “That only means I’d have one more reason to put them away, eventually.”
I didn’t know what to say. But he wouldn’t allow me the decency of sane thinking. That much became clear when he reached out for me, grabbing the edge of my dress so I’d stumble forward, crossing the distance between us. “Please,” he begged, “let me eat you out.” And then, for kicks and giggles (because I couldn’t for the life of me believe he’d say this for any other reason), he added, “I’m starving.”
Warmth filled my being as unwanted (but not unpleasing) memories of the many, many times Bruce Wayne had sunk to his knees and ate me out like a starved man rushed through me, and I was forced to look away from his dark eyes to try to think straight. I couldn’t really say I achieved that, but at least some rationality was still evident in my being when I argued, “there’s a model waiting for you back there.”
I had hoped that the reminder would serve to wake the both of us up. He had a date inside the ballroom we’d hastily abandoned, the same one we could still see from the glass windows that so easily showed the two of us out here for anyone interested in taking a nice deep breath of air, too.
“I don’t want her cunt,” he brazenly affirmed. “She can’t feed me the way you do.” I shuddered at the vulgarity of his words, although I’d grown accustomed to it in the time we were together. To the rest of the world, Bruce Wayne might have been this elegant and put-together millionaire, but behind closed doors (or… anywhere he could get me alone, considering the very open balcony we were in) he didn’t hide how dirty and sexually driven he was.
I’d never know what led me to accept it. Perhaps it was the reminder of the real him, the one that I knew would do something as insane as this - the one only I knew.
Perhaps it was the reminder that somewhere deep inside of me, the adventurous girl that he brought out of me still lived.
“Okay,” I nodded my acceptance, and the only sound in response was the tearing of my underwear before he threw the garment out of both of our sights.
“Fuck.” I had to rest my weight against the balcony, as his warm tongue immediately licked me open to accept more of his exploration. I was so wet, it was dripping from me, past his tongue and cheeks and jaw that rubbed me on the inside of my thighs, until it reached the floor beneath us - or maybe even his slacks. Maybe I was making a mess out of him in more than one way, a different mess than the one he had left me in, to compensate for precisely that.
All I knew what that Bruce was right there, knelt between my legs, holding me open and locked in his arms, as he devoured me.
“Bruce…” The sound of my name or the feeling of my fingers running through his silky locks elicited a deep grumble out of his chest - one that reverberated up my body until it metamorphosed and became a moan, escaping through my lips this time.
“Mine,” came his response, muttered against wet, hungry skin, only to be repeated again as both of us adamantly ignored the risky position we were both in. “Mine, all mine.”
I should push him away. I shouldn’t even have gotten into this position in the first place. But my anxiety over the situation was suddenly nowhere to be found.
I was too drunk on him to care if anyone was going to see us while we were standing right there.
His tongue traced over my clit as one of his hands trailed up my body and curled around my breast. The possessiveness was clear in the gesture, but it was too much. I began to hyperventilate, feeling warm despite the wind hitting my sweaty skin, and he knew it.
Of course, he knew it.
“Let go, kitten,” he ordered. “You know I’ll catch you. Just let go and cum for me.”
And so I did. I closed my eyes and gave in to the bliss he was bringing me, knowing that by the time I was able to control my trembling body again, he’d still be standing right there, holding me to him.
When I came to my senses, he was still nuzzling against my sensitive cunt, a satisfied little sigh escaping his lips before I had to drag him away through my grip on his hair.
Surprisingly, the control freak I used to date didn’t complain. Instead, he rose to his full height, licking his lips clean of my essence and then capturing my mouth in a bruising kiss that left me so weak he had to keep me up by pressing me against the banister of the balcony.
I could feel his erection against my stomach. We didn’t speak of it and he didn’t make any move towards taking care of it - and if that didn’t show how changed Bruce was from the egocentric bastard that broke my heart, I didn’t know what did.
“I’ve been so lonely without you,” he confessed, burying his face on the crook of my neck. The hotness of his breath on my sweaty skin had me shivering, but in the embrace of his warm body, I didn’t feel uncomfortable at all.
Pulling away abruptly, he made sure I was looking into his eyes before he said the next few words: “I don’t want to feel that way ever again. Please, say you’ll take me back.”
A heavy breath left my lips and I avoided his eyes, looking to the side even though I fumbled with the buttons in his shirt while I did so. I couldn’t deny the way he made me feel - not after the orgasm he’d given me - but my heart wasn’t fixed just like that. I still needed time to heal, if I was ever going to.
Weak kisses to my jaw pulled me away from my thoughts. “Don’t do this, sweetheart,” he whispered against my skin, eliciting goosebumps where his mouth touched. “Don’t let your pride get in the way of you and me.”
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Biting your lip you couldn't help but feel a chill run down your spine , you couldn't help but feel like you were being watched. You did not understand it though since you been here more times you could count, not to mention that you were going to be moving in this house soon.
Biting your lip you gripped the box in your arms tightly, putting it off as being in here alone and your mind with running wild of ghosts wandering the halls.
"Bruce's house is not haunted idiot...he would have noticed...the boys would have noticed so stop acting like a child."
Whispering to yourself to calm your nerves, hearing a creek of a floor board was not helping you. Puffing out your chest then plastering confidant smile on your face as you stepped into the bedroom you both shared.
Placing the box onto the sheets you just wished the others would come home soon.Frowning you just laid on the bed closing your eyes.
Putting off the strange sounds and the feeling of being due to your active imagination you let yourself fall asleep.
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Feeling an arm on your shoulder you slowly opened your eyes to see Bruce sitting on the edge of the bed.
"I'm sorry that I woke you, I also apologize for leaving you alone." His lips twitched into a frown.
Shaking your head you just pressed your face into his chest with a smile. "Well you will have to make it up to me then."
Chuckling he ran his fingers through your hair.
"The party is next week, I'll make it up to you and then some..but how was your rest."
Swallowing thickly its not like you could just tell him you thought his house was haunted, what kind of fiancé would you be.
"Its a little spooky being here by myself but I have you now so lets just sleep." Giving him a smile you pulled him to the bed.
Besides you don't even know what you felt was real, who could even say haunted houses were real.
Bruce had nice shirts, he always had nice clothing but the man seemed to careless about them. Sure he got you nice things and it’s not that you weren’t grateful for them you just liked his shirts, or his clothing a lot. Whenever he was gone for long business trips you found yourself clinging to the last shirt he wore just so you can keep his scent in your memory because you missed the man so much. Biting your inner cheek you pushed out from the bed and out of the man’s arms as you slowly walked over to where his closet was.
Grinning she slowly opened the doors while glancing at Bruce not wanting to wake the man up. Reaching into his wardrobe you slowly grasped one of the white shirt and brought it to your nose. Taking in the smell of his cologne you just felt your whole body relax, hiding your smile you then quickly stripped yourself from your night gown and placed his shirt over your bare body instead.
“Not that I mind that little strip show, do you have a reason why you’re wearing my shirt.” Hearing a teasing but groggy voice you gasped then quickly pushed the long sleeves up your wrist as you faced the man.
“I…I just I mean. I.” Sighing you walked over to the large bed and moved into his lap as he pulled you close as his fingers slipped behind the shirt touching your smooth skin.“I just like your shirts…I mean when you’re gone I just feel closer to you” You muttered.
Bruce’s eyes softened as he listened to you, he never liked leaving you. He hated the lonely nights in the hotel rooms, to not have you in his arms, to not have you chase away the nightmares away.
“Well I suppose I can let you have them if they mean that much to you.” He muttered into your neck as his fingers slowly pushed the white shirt off your body.
“Bruce!” Laughing you felt the man toss his shirt to the floor as he rolled over letting your back hit the mattress.
“Right now I think my shirt will look better on the floor"; Giving you a smirk Bruce brought you in for a deep kiss and made a mental note to leave you as many of his worn shirts for you whenever he left just so you could feel at home. After all isn’t that what someone does when they are in love.
Imagine Bruce Wayne referencing you at Lex Luthor’s party and not Diana, but Clark doesn’t make the connection...
“Wow...pretty girl...bad habit...” Bruce looked past Clark his eyes following you, “Don’t quote me...”
“I...right...” Clark glanced over briefly at a woman in red as she walked by, “What is your position on the bat vigilante?”
His eyes kept flicking over to you. That dress was stunning on you, “Daily Planet...do I own this one?”
“Civil liberties are being trampled on in your city.” Clark stared him down, “Good people living in fear...”
This caught Bruce’s attention more as he looked into Clark’s eyes, “Don’t believe everything you hear.”
“I’ve seen it.” Clark retorted quickly, “He thinks he’s above the law.”
“The Daily Planet criticizing those who think they’re above the law is a little hypocritical...” Bruce glanced over at you talking to someone. You had a translator with you. He’d much rather be your voice then arguing about vigilantes with this reporter.
As the conversation wound down Lex approached them, “Boys! Mm! Bruce Wayne meets Clark Kent, ah!”
Bruce made a face as the young man clapped his hands together. There was no doubt that this man odd, “I love it! I love bringing people together! Hello...how are we? Whoa! Ow...you do not want to pick a fight with this person!”
The chit chat was unbearable until Alfred gave him the go for the file transfer. Thank god...as Lex moved away so did he. As he walked toward the stares he stared at you.
You smiled at the older man you were with, but he managed to catch your eye. He saw your eyes light up as he smiled at you. Your mouth opened a little before your attention went back to your translator. He might have to make a pit stop on the way out.
The next ten minutes were a rush of negative feelings. He stood outside relaying what just happened to Alfred when he suddenly felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned irritation melting from his features instantly.
You smiled at him raising your hand up doing his name sign, “Bruce!”
He smiled looking into your eyes as he raised his hands up signing to you, “Y/N, how are you? What are you doing here?”
Your hands started moving but it was your face that drew him. He had to keep reminding himself to pay attention to what you were saying, “Save the books...Mr. Luthor contacted me in England...seemed like a good cause and good chance to come home.”
He smiled more, “You always had a big heart when it came to literature.”
“Well...being the deaf kid in class...reading was a better alternative then dealing with awkwardness.” You told him with a small smirk, “Until I met you at least.”
“Ah...” He nodded moving his hands slow to get it right, “That’s right, I made everything awkward...”
His felt his heart flutter when you made an audible noise. Something that you only did around those you were comfortable with. You looked up at him, “I missed you Bruce.”
“I’ve missed you too.” He smiled more, “Do you wanna...grab a drink? Catch up a little...I’m really no good at these parties.”
“Sure.” You nodded you turned wrapping your arm in his. He could feel himself beaming as cameras flashed left and right. No doubt the press would have a field day with this...
