❦︎ bruce wayne x reader. slight age gap. 18+ nsfw.
older!bruce who was your dad's business partner on a new project. it started slow, but before you both knew it, the tension was undeniable. the countless galas and parties you both ran into each other, eyes always meeting across the room.
older!bruce who you ran into at a bar, eyes fixed on you as he kissed a lady. were you jealous, he wondered? did you wish it was you? but god, the minute you turned it on him and picked a man in the crowd to kiss, he was fuming.
older!bruce who left the club pissed and with blue balls. what the fuck had gotten into him? he jerked himself off at the thought of you. it felt wrong. you were his business partner's daughter. but would it be fair to just reduce you to that?
older!bruce who saw you a few weeks later. you walked passed him into a club but before you could get too far, he pulled you into a private room. you yelped, but you'd be lying if you didn't say you were hoping for this.
older!bruce who asked it you wanted to cross the line so easily. and who were you to deny yourself the simple pleasures of life?
older!bruce whose fingers found your heat too quickly, eager to feel you out. he went down on his knees so easily, you'd think he was praying to the powers above. his lips trailed up your thigh, hands hiking up your dress until he felt the waistband of your underwear. he slipped it down easily.
his lips edged closer to your slick folds. his fingers parting your lips, watching as your cunt glistened in arousal just from thoughts of him. god, he'd tried drugs, but this was getting him on a whole different level of high.
older!bruce who made eye contact, holding it as he pressed his tongue and tasted you. “fuck baby,” he mumbled against your skin.
his eyes rolled back on their own accord. his hands tightened their hold on your hips as he drove further in. the taste of your juices mixing with his saliva as he lapped at you hungrily.
older!bruce whose finger slipped into you as he lapped at your needy clit. you gripped him the hair biting down on your lip. this was too much, too fast, but you didn't want to stop. he hummed as you clenched around him. the tightness in your stomach increasing tenfold as he added a second finger. you finally snapped when you felt his lips wrap around your nub and suckle greedily. you came, trembling in his grip as he made sure you felt every second, his tongue unrelenting.
older!bruce who stood up slowly, wiping his mouth, and straightening his suit. you tugged your dress down, taking a moment to breathe. “you okay, sweetie?” he asks as if he didn’t just almost suck your soul out. you nodded in response and he gave you a knowing, almost smug smile. without a word, he opened the door, and you followed him out into the cool night.