A/N: Hey guys!!! So It’s 2:00am…and I only proofread this once. I’m getting pretty lazy with proofreading, so I’m sorry if it’s loaded with mistakes. I’ll check back tomorrow. Anyway, here’s the sex pollen fic!!! I really hope it doesn’t totally suck. It’s based on “Closer” by Nine Inch Nails. I would’ve titled it “Closer” but someone else already has a Bruce fic under that name so it didn’t feel right :) Anyway, enjoy!
Summary: After the Riddler strikes again, he leaves some unusual clues behind for you and Bruce…including a strange green dust.
Warnings:SMUT! It’s completely consensual (and there is mutual pining), but bc this is a SEX POLLEN fic, imma give a dub!con warning. 18+, cursing, violence, grammar mistakes, and once again, some canon divergence with a Nightwing!reader/life long friend!reader but it’s not really important to the plot at all so you won’t even notice.
Word Count: 4,407
You swallow firmly as your boots clunk against the ground. The music blaring from the DJ booth below echoes off the walls of the club, the sound ricocheting through your eardrums and back out again. The metal floors of the balcony vibrate underneath you, threatening to fall onto the packed crowd on the dance floor.
|| Warning: SMUT DONT READ IF YOURE UNDER 18, Daddy kink, light degrading, thigh riding, sharp object play, edging, fingering, female receiving oral, little bit of public stuff, honestly just sinful smut ||
Y/n sat at the bar, with her hand was clamped around her glass of rum and coke. She had just gotten back from a mission with her partner. Bruce Wayne, aka Batman. Y/n and Bruce had been in love since they met, years ago when the justice league was formed. It started out as just sex but ended with romance.
Bruce walked up behind Y/n. She could smell the intense cologne she had bought him for Christmas.
“Come on.”
He said, his voice was soft as he placed a hand on her shoulder
“Let me finish my drink,” Y/n said softly
“Honey.” He let out a deep hum as he spoke. Y/n instantly perked up as she downed the drink. The tone of his voice, the word he said. She could feel herself get wet with the simple name. Even Bruce knew.
She got up, Bruce pulling on her hands as he pulled her into the foyer, sliding the door shut to the living room behind him.
As soon as the door shut, Y/n was fair game. Bruce wrapped his hand around her throat and gently backed her against the wall that guarded the stairs. Y/n looked up at him with big innocent eyes. Her eyes were one of the reasons Bruce fell in love with her.
“My pretty girl.”
His voice was deep, and it turned her on more, his knee pushed apart her thighs as it found its resting spot against her cunt.
Y/n had changed into a skirt to be more comfortable after the mission was over. Of course, wearing a skirt around Bruce meant no panties. Not that she was complaining, it just meant easy access.
She let out a soft gasp as Bruce leaned in, his hot breath lightly fanning her face, his free hand went to her hip and moved her hips back and forth. The fabric against one of the most sensitive parts of her body was making her stomach drop.
“W-what are you gonna do to me, daddy?”
Her voice was soft as his eyes peered into hers, Bruce pushed his knee harder against her. Y/n let out a soft moan as she rode his knee in the middle of a public space, where at any moment, one of his many family members could find them.
It wasn’t the first time they got freaky in public. There was one time that while at a dinner party full of his colleagues, Bruce had bent her over the kitchen counter while everyone was gathered in the ballroom as he blew her back out.
“I’m going to do whatever I feel like, is that okay with you, baby girl?”
Y/n nodded as Bruce’s thumb ran over her bottom lip, she loved how dominant he could be, but loved that making sure she was comfortable, was his number one goal.
“Good girl.”
He moved his hand that wasn’t wrapped around her neck down to her cunt. He slid his hand in between her and his knee, the tip of his callused middle finger brushed against her clit. Y/n bit her lip, silencing a moan that threatened to spill from between her lips.
Bruce was too horny to give a fuck about anything, that’s precisely why he picked Y/n up over his shoulder and carried her up to his bedroom, he used one hand to hold down the back of her skirt. He gave the door a light kick open, he stepped in and used his heel to push the door fully closed before he smiled as he saw the bed, lightly throwing her down into it.
He stripped from his clothes. His chest was exposed to the air now; small scars littered his body from years of being a vigilante. The only clothing he wore was his grey Calvin Klein underwear. It was skin-tight, meaning Y/n could see the outline of cock.
She smiled as she saw his dick through the fabric; she could tell he was hard. Bruce still had the sex drive of a virgin teenage boy. Bruce wiped out one of his batarangs and cut Y/n’s shirt open before he ripped it off.
The cold metal of the bat-shaped throwing weapon touched her skin, causing her flesh to break out into goosebumps. A light shiver escaped her lips as the shuriken-like object slipped between her breasts. He slipped the pointed part of the wing under the middle part of her bra and pulled. It split the fabric in half. A thin, pink line was left from where the other side of the edge was.
Y/n gasped as she felt the pressure release, Bruce chuckled at her expression as he pulled the ruined items of clothing entirely off her body. He made a slice in the waistband of her skirt before he ripped that, tossing the torn fabric somewhere in the room. He set the Batarang on the nightstand as Bruce grabbed her by the knees and pulled her to the edge of the bed.
She wanted to make a joke about how egotistical it was for him to keep a Batarang in his nightstand but no words came to her mouth.
“Look at my pretty little slut.”
Bruce chuckled as he slowly ground against her bare cunt
“I’m going to fuck you till you can’t walk tomorrow, I’m going make that perfect, gorgeous body of yours a mess. I want to see that eyeliner you took so long to do running down your face, understand?”
Bruce had a hand around her throat, Y/n was trying to move her hips to grind against him; she was failing, causing Bruce to chuckle.
“You are such a needy little slut, you know that? But you’re my needy slut.”
He pushed two fingers into her mouth, Y/n started to suck on them, her tongue running up and down and in between. Her cheeks hollowed out.
Bruce let out a low growl as he pulled his fingers out, in a split second his boxers were somewhere else. He teasingly rubbed the tip of his cock against her clit and the entrance to her pussy, gathering up the wetness.
“I want to hear you beg.”
Y/n looked to Bruce. She wanted so bad for him to just push his cock into her tight pussy. He wanted so badly for her to beg till she couldn’t take it anymore.
“Please, daddy, I need you so badly. I want to feel your cock in me, I-.. I need to feel your cock in me. I’m so wet for you, and I want nothing more for you to bury your cock in me and call me a good little slut.”
Y/n was so sexually frustrated. She teared up. Bruce noticed this and chuckled.
“Look at you! You’re about to cry.”
He gave her a fake pout as he leaned in and whispered in her ear.
“Too fucking bad. You get to wait.”
Y/n let a whine come from the back of her throat as Bruce handcuffed her hands to the headboard. A few tears rolled down her face from all the sexual frustration she felt. Bruce got on his knees, now eye level with her cunt. He leaned in, pressed a gentle kiss to her clit, Y/n gasped softly and whimpered.
He chuckled against her as his tongue rimmed the entrance to her pussy. Y/n’s body spasmed as she moaned and went to squeeze her thighs together. Bruce pushed her thighs apart and held them down as he started to suck on her clit, two fingers entered Y/n. She clenched her jaw as she threw her head back, her breathing was getting more erratic, meaning Bruce found it erotic, her thighs shook as Bruce curled his fingers, hitting her g-spot perfectly.
“Oh my god!” She screamed as her back arched, her whole body shook as she did everything in her power to hold back an orgasm
“Good girl. Hold it. Hold it. Such a good princess.” Bruce moved to stroke her hair
Y/n let out a small sob as the feeling of orgasm disappeared.
“Daddy, please. I want to cum, so ba-“ She sobbed
Bruce slipped his cock into her bottoming out, his hand wrapped around her throat while pushing the two fingers that he used inside her, into her mouth. Y/n sucked on his fingers as her pussy spasmed around his cock causing Bruce to let out a deep groan that went straight to Y/n’s cunt
“My god princess, you’re soaked, you know that? My pretty little cock slut, all soaked for daddy, isn’t that right?.”
Bruce smirked, and Y/n nodded and let out a soft moan through his fingers. He pulled them out and let her hands out of the cuffs, Y/n grabbed him and pulled him close, her nails leaving deep red marks on his back as he pounded her.
Bruce let out a growl into her ear as she moaned out his name, the tip of his cock hit the deepest part of her causing Y/n to cry out in pleasure
“Daddy, please let me cum!”
She sobbed from the overwhelming feelings she was having; she let her brain shut off as he pounded into her, only turning on for a hot second to allow him to get her on her knees, he somehow managed to hit her g spot every time he thrust deep.
Bruce let out a small groan as he was close to cumming
“Baby, you better be ready to cum.”
“Yes, daddy!” Y/n nodded with a loud moan.
Her back arched as Bruce let out a small growl, filling her with his cum, Y/n came a second after him, her whole body shook, and her eyes rolled into the back of her head, sobbing. Bruce pulled out slowly, using his fingers to push his cum back in.
“Come on, baby, let’s get you clean up.”
Bruce smiled softly and picked her up bridal style.
“You did so well, baby girl. I’m so proud of you,”
He whispered as Y/n lazily smiled as she snuggled into him. Bruce Wayne, on the outside, was an edgy, brooding, vigilante. But once you get to know him, he was just a big old softie who gave the best aftercare.
