cw: 18+ mdni, breeding kink, mating press, car sex, dbf!batman, condescending praise (this is either 2005 batman or comic batman) loosely based on “when did you get hot” by sabrina carpenter!
you’ve liked older men since an young age. brad pitt, matthew mcconaughey, the most common few. it didn’t help that as you became an adult, the men liked you back.
one in particular threw you off.
you and your family were currently mingling in the gala ballroom filled with gotham’s richest. how’d you end up there? your dad’s bestfriend’s with billionaire playboy, bruce wayne.
see what i mean, you were bound to like older guys.
your eyes scanned the room for familiar faces before they landed on said playboy—“excuse me for a minute” you smiled politely before turning away from the conversation and walking towards the man. a simple tap on his shoulder had his head on a swivel “look at you.” more surprised than anything.
he smiled warmly bending down to hug you, his hands caressing your back before resting respectfully in the middle of your back.
his cologne alone was enough to make you all funny feeling.
the two of you talked for most of the night and somewhere in there, bruce dropped a rather flirty remark and smirk. something about how you “fill out your dress”.
the gala ended and bruce promised to get you home safe and sound.
not before fucking you, that is.
he didn’t move as if he was in a rush, his hips were slow and teasing mostly.
“you’re so tight, princess” bruce whispered in your ear whilst thrusting into you deeply. you huffed in a needy manner as your nails dug into bruce’s back.
he released a noise that was equal parts wince and pleasure—“you like it, baby? show daddy how good it feels” one of his hands that was resting against the limousine’s seating is soon raised to lift your chin up for a kiss.
bruce’s mouth was restless. not only sloppy but, hungry as well.
with each flick of his tongue (or yours really) he would thrust slightly faster. “mmhn!” you moaned which was ultimately muffled by the older man’s mouth pressed against yours.
you prayed alfred hadn’t heard you but, how could he not?
with the speed increase you felt euphoric but then again, that could’ve been the thousand (two) drinks you had. highly unlikely.
your hips met his and he broke the kiss resting his forehead against yours to peek down at the sight of his cock sliding in and out of your slick.
“you really do fill out this dress beautifully” the man groaned out returning his gaze to your face, you were fucked out.
“fill me up then” you whimpered as the tip of his cock hit that spot causing you to shudder and your walls fluttered around him. those four little words from your pretty little lips was all it took for bruce to finish in you.
he was a man of no restraint.
and since he couldn’t give you the proper aftercare (i mean yall were in a car), he paid for your breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
“i sent a little extra since you’re eating for two now ;)”
