Inque x Male!Reader
Thank you to @ev1lhero for the request! I've never written male reader smut so this was new! This has gotten me interested in Batman Beyond, should I watch it? 🤔
Summary: You're basically a male version of oracle. Helping Batman Beyond and who unfortunately catches the interest of Inque.
Warnings: Breathplay, Inappropriate use of powers, NSFW, DUB-CON
Word count: 1.2K
You watch as the clock strikes midnight in your tiny efficiency apartment. The only light shining through the darkness is the gleam from your monitors. You shrug to yourself. You've stayed up later on assignments before, sometimes days at a time.
This particular case proved to be a tough one to crack. Even with you and Bruce Wayne attempting to find out who this mysterious Inque woman was and how to beat her. She's been a real pain for you, Bruce, and Terry. She manages to get away every time.
She is so damn slippery. Literally.
Terry thinks she may be weak to water. He mentions that their last encounter was near a harbor and that she was hesitant. It was an intriguing notion, but you needed more information to fully understand it.
You stretch your arms and neck with a yawn. Your leg has been especially achy this evening. Ever since you were shot and paralyzed in that alley, your left leg has never been the same. You've come a long way from being in a wheelchair to now having to depend on crutches.
You groan while gradually arising. Sitting on your ass all day was not good for your tailbone. You grab your crutches and make your way into your kitchen. You're about to pour yourself another cup of coffee when something in the corner catches your eye. It almost looks like a complexion before it's gone.
Dark shadows stare back at you. It was nothing, you tell yourself. You're just tired from staying up so late. Yeah, that has to be it. You turn back and turn on your coffee machine. Trying to ignore your rising uneasiness.
You lean against your crutches, exhausted. The coffee machine stirs to life, filling the room with a grinding noise. The noise is enough to lull you into dozing. Half awake, half asleep.
“Wake up.” A smooth, seductive voice whispers into your ear, her breath prickling your neck. With a jolt, you wake up, frantically looking around for the source of the voice. You could've sworn a woman was right next to you, whispering in your ear.
Nothing, the shadows greet you once again. Okay, you’re officially losing your mind now.
Ditching the coffee, now completely awake and nervous, you sit back down at your work desk. The screen paused on various information on Inque, how her powers work, and her potential weakness. The only thing missing is her portrait, Terry says she's a beautiful woman but deadly.
An alluring hum makes goosebumps prickle your skin. "I see someone has been doing their homework." A woman's voice calls out, cold yet enchanting. Her voice is seemingly everywhere, bouncing off the walls. Unexpectedly, a dark purple tendril wraps around your neck with a vice-like grip. Choking you and lifting you in the air, your legs helplessly dangling. Breathing becomes difficult as the appendage wraps itself tighter.
The woman turns you around to face her. Despite the violet hue on her skin and the fact that she was choking the life out of you, she's attractive. Sultry eyes that glare at you and full lips in a teasing smile. She wears a skin-tight bodysuit that unfairly shows off her curves. You can't look away from her, in both fear and interest.
You immediately recognize her solely by her powers—this is Inque, the shapeshifting mercenary.
You're a fly caught in her web, ready to be devoured.
"So you're the little mouse who's been keeping tabs on me?" She asks with saccharine dripping from her tongue. She grabs you by the chin and tilts your head in various directions, examining you. "I didn't expect him to be so ravishing, however." She hums, lovingly stroking your cheek.
Her hand travels down to your stomach then further south. Until they reach your manhood and tease you through your pants. Your face flushes as she toys with you, the only silver lining is that she lets up a little on your neck. Allowing you to breathe a little. "H-How did you find me?" You wheeze out, throat crushed.
She smirks, her only answer is pressing her lips to yours. Her lips are so soft as they slowly move against yours. You stiffen, fearful of what she'll do next. She is like a siren, unstable and bewitching.
Without warning her tongue forces its way into your mouth. Stroking yours with practiced carnality that unmistakably makes you stiffen in your pants. You feel like you can barely breathe and is her tongue growing? She forces her tongue deeper, now down your throat, suffocating you. Not only that but it's growing, expanding in your maw slowly stifling air. Her hand finds its way back into your slowly hardening manhood. You should not be turned on by this. But you are and you're ashamed because she's the enemy yet she's so captivating.
She makes quick work of your pants, and your needy cock springs out. Her eyes never leave you as she strokes you up and down, slowly and teasingly. You stare back into her eyes, pleading for her to let up and let you breathe at least. Pre-cum drips down your cock as she fondles your balls. You groan against her tongue, shamelessly delighting in this.
Unexpectedly, she frees your mouth from her suffocating tongue, and you gasp taking deep breaths of air. "You're enjoying this," She points out with eyes hazy with lust. "Y-You are too," you point out breathlessly. She chuckles, a light airy noise, and continues to kiss you. This time without forcing her tongue in you.
Instead, it's passionate as she moves her lips against yours in a steamy embrace. Her hand picks up its pace, her thumb stroking your tip. You moan, a pitiful sound, against her mouth. Her hand morphs into what resembles a fleshlight of sorts, now jerking you off roughly. She breaks away from you to pepper your neck with kisses.
"You're so pathetic, you're going to cum for your adversary?" She asks, licking up your neck with her damp tongue, and you shudder and groan. The pressure building in your groin is too much. Your balls tighten as you thrust into her hand, you're so close. She smirks into your neck and bites down, drawing a speck of blood.
It's enough for you to shudder and cum on her hand, coating it with your fluid. You groan, loud and shudder as she slowly strokes you even after you've cum. She rewards you with a final soft and pleasant kiss. She realises you and wraps her arm around your shoulder. Bringing you in deeper for the kiss. You kiss her back, now completely wrapped around her finger.
She pulls back and smiles at you. "Once I handle your little accomplices, I'll return for you. Until then, sit still for me like a good boy." She instructs, a piece of her breaking off, it wraps itself around you. Trapping your arms against your chair, making leaving impossible. "W-What are you doing?" You ask, still dazed from cumming. She is already leaving, halfway through the front door of your apartment when she turns back. She devilishly snickers, "Don't worry I won't harm them...too bad." She replies, and with that, she is gone. You watch her hips sway as she closes the door behind her, winking at you.
You sit trapped, still unbelievably horny and now fearful for your comrades. How were you going to get out of this? You guess the only thing to do now is wait.