Batman x Male Reader smut

Tuesday's Rule!

BATMAN SPOILERS!!!!!

"Mr. Wayne, I have your tea." You walked in, setting the tray down gently on the table next to the door. "Thank you, Y/N." He said, his head not turning from his computer screen. He stood hunched over some papers on his desk, looking back from screen to paper and making fast notes in the margin. Looking around the room, you notice that it was rather messy. Out of habit, and need to do your job well, you began to walk around, picking things off the ground. Placing things back on desks, things back on shelves, and tidying said desks and shelves. As you worked your way around the room, you noticed him beginning to stare. He never once said anything however, so you assumed it was okay to continue. Mr. Wayne never talked to anyone but Mr. Alfred and some of the older maids, relatively reclusive. He was an attractive guy, yet you never saw him bring anyone around. Maybe he just went out to see other people? I don't know when he would though, seeing as how he was in the tower all day and out on the streets all night. Most of the staff knew he was Batman, including yourself. You had signed an NDA and knew that he could probably break your windpipe with one hit, so no one ever dared spill his secret. You had always found him attractive, that broody and mysterious type always got your attention. But, he was your boss, and most likely, not into a butler. You snapped back into reality, and realized you were done with the space you had been cleaning. You turned around, facing him and the rest of the room. Everything was neat except for his area, which was the messiest by far. You also noticed that now he rested his head in his hands, the paper he had previously been working on crumbled, most likely in frustration. You walked closer, and peered around the corner, past the monitors. He continued to keep his head in his hands. You slid to the left a bit, and started picking things up off the desk and throwing them into the trash can to your right. He never looked up as the cans and crumpled papers hit the bottom of the bin. You moved around the corner of the desk more, now standing only 2 feet from him as you cleaned. He sat at the very end of the desk, so once you finished this side you would be done, and free of this dark cave. You finished wiping down the accessible parts of his desk, when you noticed a wrapper sitting neatly folded an inch from his elbow. You slid your hand across the desk in a quick attempt to grab it without disturbing him. As you grabbed it, a pale hand grabbed yours. Startled, you snapped your head up to look at him. His face was inches from yours now, his eyes fixed in an intense gaze. "What do you think you're doing?" He said, his voice was stern. "Uhm, uh, I'm just, uh.." You stutter over your words, desperately attempting to form a full, coherent sentence. "Spit it out." He was glaring now, waiting for you to say something. "I was, uhm, just trying to pick up. I'm sorry- I- uh... should have asked!" You tried to give him your most reassuring smile, to cover up your fear. You then became aware of the fact that your heart was racing. You searched for the feeling you were feeling, only landing on one reasonably answer. That this was really, really hot. You began to blush at the realization, hoping he would release you soon so you could get out as fast as you could and get rid of this embarrassing notion. "Maybe you should have. But, it's alright. I can tell I startled you." He said, leaning his head back. He gave a small smile, as if an attempt to reassure you. It worked slightly, however it only made you blush even more. He loosened his grip on your wrist slightly, flipping your hand over in his palm. The side difference was drastic. You had never really realized just how big he was. Even with him leaning over, he was still taller than you. He reached for the crumpled paper to his left, the only one you hadn't moved. "Take a look at this and tell me what you think." He handed it to you, setting it gently in your palm. You pulled the paper out of a ball, and began to read the contents. It was a mix of symbols, all in random order. He clicked something on the computer, a digital copy of the same symbols. "This is all I've got so far. You seem like a smart guy, got any idea?" He stood up straight and moved over slightly, giving you room to lean across the desk, your feet barely touching the floor. You looked at the screen for a moment, taking in the symbols that scattered the screen, their translation scrolled above the cryptic words. "What is this?" You asked, looking at the screen still. "An encrypted riddle from the man who killed the mayor." He said it nonchalantly, as if it was a normal Tuesday. Why would he ask you, of all people, for help? Why would he think you could do anything for him? You brushed away the thoughts, knowing you could at least try. You looked at the screen, studying each symbol. Some had translations, others didn't. "How come these don't have translations?" You tried to find a possible translation by studying each symbol, but none of them made any sense. "We have a key of sorts, but they don't match anything on it." He said, moving his hands to add the key to the screen. "Why don't you try removing them then?" You asked, looking from the screen to his face. "Hmm, I suppose." His fingers darted across the keyboard, and the other symbols were covered. As they all began to disappear, a word began to form on the document. "DRIVE" is all that was legible. "Well damn. You did it." He looked at you incredulously. You were still leaning over the desk, your eyes wide, full of disbelief. "I- I did?" You looked back at him, both of you still shocked by the discovery. "Yeah, you did. Thank you so much for your help." He picked up his phone, and snapped a picture of it. He seemed to be sending it to someone. He grabbed a pen and began writing something down. You took that as your cue to leave, and began to back up from the desk. You turned, and suddenly a large hand caught your arm. "How can I repay you?" He asked, his eyes full of a look you couldn't place. "Uhm, a Christmas bonus would suffice quite nicely." You said, cracking a smile. He smiled in response, dropping his head a bit lower. "Is that all?" He said, his voice lower than usual. "What else are you offering, Mr. Wayne?" You said, speaking softer than usual. He dipped his head lower, running his hand along the small of your neck. You lifted your head upward instinctively. He placed his other hand against the small of your back. He brushed his lips against your ear, "I see you walking around the tower, in those tight pants, almost like you're trying to get me to say something." He moved his lips down your ear and to the side of your jaw. You gasped as he did, as what he just said ran through your head a million miles per minute. He was looking at your ass? Part of you wanted to scold yourself for not returning the pants, even though you knew they were too small. However, part of you was becoming more and more turned on my the moment, and silently thanking that terrible company for fucking up your order. You began to say something, when you felt his hand reach the top of your pants. He pulled your shirt out of the tuck easily, and placed his hand against the bare skin of your back. His hands were cold, and you arched your back, your stomach hitting his. "Im-, I apologize, s- sir." You stumbled over your words, trying your hardest to keep your train of thought, seemingly to no avail. "Do you try to turn me on? Is that your goal? Do you want me to have my way with you?" He whispered in your ear, running his hands up your back further, moving his other hand from the back of your neck to your side. "No-no sir." You stuttered again. Your entire body was on fire, and you were certain you might begin to melt into the floor. "And what do you want now, Y/N?" Your mind was racing, and you couldn't find the words in the race to form even a simple sentence. He placed both of his hands on your back, tracing your spine. You knew what you wanted, but you didn't dare say it. You attempted to find a rational, decent answer, when the worse possible answer slipped from your lips. "To have your way with me." You heard a low, nearly inaudible laugh come from his throat. He pulled himself all the way back, spinning on his heel. Oh god. You really, really fucked up. This was it. You were fired. You dropped your head, trying to think of the best course of action. Suddenly, you saw a pale hand reach under your chin. He lifted your head, and grabbed the small of your back as he pulled you towards him. You looked up at him, searching for a look of disgust. Instead, he wore a smirk, his eyes darker now, full of a perceivable lust. He grabbed the nape of your neck, and bent down. He set something on the desk, but you couldn't see what it was. He began to plant firm kisses on your jaw and down your neck, sending shivers down your spine. You let out a soft moan, immediately embarrassed. You could feel a tent forming in his sweatpants, his covered dick brushing against your lower belly. You're heart began to race, and you could feel the same happening to yourself. He pulled his lips from your neck, and placed one of his hands under your jaw. "You have no idea how crazy you drive me. Everyday I just want to bend you over the nearest table. I see the way you look at me. I notice the way you sway your hips a bit more when I'm around." You gasped as he stared into your eyes. He looked almost hungry, like a wild animal that hadn't eaten in days. You were guilty of what he said. You did do it, but you never thought he noticed. He never paid you much mind really, just the casual nods or thank you's. He never once seemed like he thought you were attractive, especially not to this extent. Just then he planted a firm but gentle kiss on your lips, in shock, you let out a soft moan, and he took this as an invitation to push his tongue into your mouth. You began to kiss him back, wrapping your free hanging hands around his neck. As you kissed, the kissing began to get sloppier. He explored your mouth with his tongue, his tasting of chocolate and coffee, your's of the fruit bowl you ate for lunch. He placed his hand on your ass, kneading it with his thumb and gripping the underside with his long fingers. You moaned, and you felt him crack a smile. He pulled back from the kiss and moved both his hands to your waist. He gripped the sides of your waist, and lifted you onto his desk. He pulled back, pulling his shirt over his head. He was extremely fit, his biceps bulging and his abs rippling as he reached upward. He was pretty buff, even though he had a relatively slim build. You loosened your tie, pulling it off and placing it on the desk next to you. You kicked your shoes and socks off as well, landing somewhere on the ground behind him. He got his shirt off, and pulled you back into a kiss. He reached his hand up, and instead of unbuttoning the shirt, he ripped it off, each of the buttons popping off almost simultaneously. You pulled out of the kiss, looking down at you now bare chest. You frowned. What were you going to wear now? You looked back up at him, met with a lopsided smile. "Don't worry, I'll give you a shirt." He began kiss you again, this time gently, with more rhythm than before. You ran your hands up his chest, and down his arms. He rested one hand on your neck and the other on your thigh. He unbuckled your pants, pulling your belt off. You pulled back slightly, to stop him, but then leaned back in. Might as well go all in, right? You felt his hand brush against your stomach as he undid the button of your pants. You lifted your hips up a bit, giving him enough room to slide them off. He slid your pants down your thigh, and let them fall to the floor, your thighs hit the cold desk. You gasped, and he pulled back slightly. He slid his pants off, and stepped out of the black fabric. You gazed at the large tent in his boxers. In a moment of impulse you slid off the desk, and kneeled on the ground. He looked down at you, an irritated but curious expression. You tugged on the hem of his boxers, pulling them down slowly. His dick sprung free, and it was even bigger than you expected. At least 8 inches, it was a bit bigger than your head. It was just the right girth, just slim enough to fit it in your mouth. You pulled his boxers down his thighs, and grabbed the shaft of his dick in your hand. You spit on your other, and began to pump it slowly. You moved your other hand to his balls, and focus your mouth on the shaft. Kissing all the way up, you let your lips rest against his tip. He let out a soft moan, and grabbed a fistful of your hair. Parting your lips slightly, you let out a soft sign onto it before taking it into your mouth. You continued to pump his dick, and started bobbing your head up and down at a slower pace than you usually would. You wanted him to man handle you, and you were hoping this would drive him to. You let out a soft moan on his tip, and began to pick up your pace slightly. He let out a low moan, and pushed your head down on his cock as far as he could. He released, and you slowed your pace, and began to almost hum on his dick, running the tip of your tongue across the slit. You moved your hand from his balls to his thigh, and you moved your other hand to the shaft. You took the whole thing into your mouth, and had never been happier to not have a gag reflex. You bobbed your head up in down, moaning every time you reached the top. You did it slow, your motions calculated and with precision. However, this wasn't fast enough apparently, because you felt him pull back on your hair, and then push back down. He bucked his hips, his cock hitting the back of your throat. You moaned out of pleasure this time, and he continued to thrust into the back of your throat. They were sloppy, needy. He threw his head back, letting out soft, low moans. You could tell he was going to cum soon, so you started to fondle his balls again, and you moaned around his cock. Just then, he pushed your head all the way down his shaft, and let out a low, guttural moan. You felt a warm liquid hit the back of your throat, moaning in pleasure as he gripped your head, thrusting sloppily into your mouth as he cummed. He thrusted one last time, and pulled his dick out of your mouth with a pop. He pumped it with his fist one last time, and a ribbon of cum fell across your lips and chin. You gazed up at him as you licked it off your lips, and his eyes sparked again. Just like that, he was hard again, his libido instantly renewed. You stood up slowly, keeping eye contact. "Did I do well, Mr. Wayne?" You asked, placing a hand on his chest, looking at him through your lashes. He smirked, and without warning, he spun you around, and pulled your boxers down, letting them fall around your ankles. He snatched something from the desk, placing it on the ground. He pushed your head down onto the desk, your chest and cheek hitting the cold surface. Before you could ask him what he was doing, you felt two hands grab your ass, and a breath against your entrance. You felt a cold liquid "W- wait! You don't have to-!" You were cut off by a long moan. He had slid his tongue into the rim of your hole, pumping his tongue in and out. You moaned, and gripped the edge of the desk. He continued to push his tongue in and out, and now added the tip of his large thumb, stretching it with a gentle force. You let out a small yelp, followed by a string of oohs, ahhs, and the occasional "fuck!". He reached to the front, and began to pump your dick. "Oh god- don't do both-" You were cut off by yet another moan, as he entered a full digit into your hole. He pumped it in slowly, and continued to stroke your dick. You could feel yourself about to cum, and you just let yourself fall to instinct. You gripped the desk, moaning profusely, letting him enter a second digit. You were twitching, and he began to rub his finger against the slit of your cock. The orgasm hit you at full force, and you nearly screamed in pleasure. "oH GOD!", was all you could manage in the moment, as he continued to pump you while you cummed, running his tongue around the rim of your hole. You cummed all over his hand, and frankly you didn't care. You finally began to level out, loosening your grip. "My... GOD that was good." You said, standing up slowly, assuming that was the end of the fun. He slid his hand down your belly, and placed his lips on the nape of your neck. "If you think Im good with my tongue, wait till you see what I can do with my dick." You shivered, realizing you were hard again. That had to be a record or something. "Well show me then." You whispered back, your best attempt at a sexy voice. He let out a soft breath against your neck, and used one hand to push you forward. He bent over you, and you felt the tip of his dick brush against your entrance. "Beg me, beg me to fuck you y/n." He whispered into your ear, nipping it with his teeth. Your body was on fire, and all you could think about was him. "Yes, god please Mr. Wayne." You whimpered lightly, catching your lip in between your teeth. "Please fuck me, please.." You felt his lips stretch into a smile, blowing hot air against your back. He pushed it in slowly, holding your hips. The pain was barely noticeable, and all you could think about was the fact that this was actually happening. You were knocked out of thought by the first thrust, which hit your prostrate perfectly. You let out a shrieking moan, once again gripping the desk. "Mr. Wayne- oh god." You said through moans. "Call me- Bruce." He said in between thrusts. Just then, he hit your prostate, hard. "Br-UCE!" You nearly screamed, moaning against the cold desk. He began to thrust faster now, placing a hand on your hip and the other around your throat. He lifted you off the desk slightly, thrusting harder. As he thrusted into you, he let out a low slow moan against your neck. He moved his hand from your neck to your hips, and pulled his cock out. You moaned in disappointment, hating the lack of contact. He pulled you off the desk, spinning you around. He picked you up of the ground, placing his dick against your hole. He was holding you in midair, kissing your neck. "Please tell me you're going to set me down." You said, peering down at him suspiciously. He scanned the room, and readjusted you, walking forward a few steps. He began to lean you backward, and you felt a cold metal surface sting your back. He had set you on his car, facing him. He put your legs on his shoulders, and realigned his dick with your hole. He thrusted inward, causing you to moan, biting your lip to hold back a yelp. "Don't hold back, I want to hear you." He whispered against your neck, Continuing to thrust into you, hitting your prostate. He had placed a hand on your hip and one above your head. You clawed at his back as he thrusted into you, and he moaned louder the deeper your nails got. You moaned loudly with each thrust, not holding back. He kept kissing your neck, and he made his way up to your lips. You kissed sloppily, letting him have dominance as you both began exploring each others mouths, moaning in unison. Feeling his dick twitch inside you, you knew he would cum soon. You could feel your orgasm building up, and you could feel his thrusts getting faster, as he aimed for and hit your prostate each time. He bucked his hips as he cummed inside you, your cum coating his stomach and chest. You pulled back from each others lips, sucking in breaths. He backed up and leaned against one of the desks, gasping for air. You sat up on the car, and slid down the hood onto the ground. You began to steady yourself, wondering if you'd be able to get out of bed tomorrow. "That was amazing." You said as you looked up at him. He had turned around, and was now going to grab both pairs of boxers and pants. He turned back around walking towards you, holding your garments out to you. He handed you your boxers, pulling his on. "Y'know, maybe we should make this a regular thing?" He asked, peaking at you from behind his hair. "Oh, definitely, Bruce." He chuckled at your emphasis on his name. He stood all the way up, now wearing his black sweats. He grabbed your hips, planting a gentle kiss on your lips. "Definitely." He said, as he pulled back.
Best. Tuesday. EVER.

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Please forgive any miss spellings, or any misunderstandings of certain scenarios. I tried my best! Hope you all enjoy!
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