Bruce Wayne Oneshots

Red Handed (smut)

Word count: 1.8k

Synopsis: After an argument with your husband, you attempt to sneak to go clubbing with your girlfriends. Bruce, the nocturnal animal he is catches you and he is not happy with what you're wearing or doing.

Warnings: Angst and smut.
Dom!Bruce, Sub!reader, Fingering, hair pulling,
p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), daddy kink, degrading/praising possessiveness, spanking, cream pie.

(let me know if I forgot anything else)

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"You have got to be kidding me, Bruce." you slightly yelled. His head peers over his shoulder "What the hell is it y/n." You walk towards him.

"You mean how you've been rewatching that same clip of that girl this entire week? I'm seriously starting to think you're obsessed with her. How bout instead of watching that same clip you go and see her" you half-joked. The tension in the air was thick. You started to wonder if he was growing tired of you.  You stood there waiting for him to cut the tension. "C'mon Bruce say anything. Tell me you don't want her." Nothing but a sigh came from his lips.

You rolled your eyes and left the cave, making your way to your shared room. Laying on the bed you had started to wonder where you two went wrong. Maybe it was the constant hours away from each other, not being compatible, barely having time to fuck or maybe he was just growing tired of you and your "constant bickering" as he would say. Feeling your eyes start to water you sat up and that's when your phone rang.

It was Emma. "Hey girly, how have you been?" "I've been okay," you say quietly hiding the camera from your red face. "Y/N, what's wrong? Don't think about lying to me." And so you told her about the past three weeks. How Bruce kept being an asshole, how he wasn't listening, how you felt like it was the end of you two. "You know what I think you need? I think you need a night out with me, I'll tell Ashley and Soph. I'm sure they'll be down. You need a night out at least, I can't see you miserable." she begged.

You half smiled trying not to show your excitement. "Fine you win" Laying back down on the bed you started to think what you should wear. "Choose your best dress, maybe we'll find you a better husband." you look at your phone and laugh, rolling your eyes in the process.

"Love you girl but no thanks, I knew what I was getting into. What time are we meeting?" "How about midnight? We can meet at my place and go to the club around 1 or 2." "Alright sounds perfect see you soon." both of you blew kisses before hanging up.

You got up and opened your closet. You had the perfect dress for this, a skin-tight red dress, hugging your curves with a very deep v-cut. You had saved the dress to eventually wear for Bruce, but with what's happening between you two it seemed like you would never wear it. You pulled it out from the very back and paired it with black heels.

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It was 11 pm and Bruce was still in the Batcave. You assumed he stay there until it was time to go on his nightly patrols. You began to get ready, putting on your dress, heels and face.  You walked into the bathroom to put on your jewelry, you left and walked downstairs to put on your jacket and heels. You looked into the mirror thinking how much Bruce was missing out on right now.

Alfred walks into the room. "Wow, Mrs. Wayne it is a delight seeing you like this. You look gorgeous." "Thank you alfred." you smiled. "Are you going out with Mr. Wayne, I can get him right now if you would like." "That won't be necessary, I'm going out with a friend. He hasn't spoken to me all day, so could you please not tell him." he sighed "I'll respect your wishes, Mrs. Wayne. Please be safe." you slightly smiled "I always am." "Very well then, goodnight Mrs. Wayne." "Good Alfred." you pulled out your phone and texted back Emma.