Bruce Wayne Oneshots

Born to die. (smut)

Word count: 1.3k

Synopsis: Bruce breaks up with you due to the inevitable dangers of being with a vigilante. One night you receive a call from Alfred informing you Bruce has been hurt.

Warnings: Angst, Smut, oral (F receiving). 
Not really proofread!!

You felt your heart buried in your stomach the entire day you had come over to surprise Bruce after not seeing him for a week but he wasn't talking to you; if he had to, it was one or two-word responses. You could normally figure out what was wrong. He had a bad night, a nightmare about his parents, he's scared he won't be able to protect you, or even fear of being a failure. But deep down you knew it wasn't that.

Your eyes welled up with tears for the majority of the day, you replayed every moment of this week wondering where you went wrong, what you may have said, anything to have him this upset at you. Realizing you would only find out why if you talked to him, you took the elevator to where you knew he would be.

"Bruce" you whispered, moving behind him your arms wrapping around his shoulders. Silence. "So I know you're mad at me, I truly don't know why. I've been feeling crazy trying to wrap my head around what has you so d- damn mad at me that you can't even look at me. But you won't talk to me, so I'm sorry that I can't see where I went wrong but I'm trying Bruce. Please just tell me what I did, so I can fix it. Please." tears streamed down your face, your breath unsteady, but all you did was beg him to talk to you.

You didn't know that him hearing you broke his heart, seeing you blame yourself for doing nothing broke him into a million pieces, but he knew your protection was worth everything. He would rather see you alive, even with someone else than talking to your grave every night. Wishing he did what he's about to do now. Things had gotten dangerous the more serious his job got and he had to keep you away.

You place your hands on his shoulders and turn your body to him. His lips parted only for a moment as if he was at a loss for words. He looked into your eyes. "We're done," he said sternly. Your heart sank. "It's not you Y/N it's me." you scoffed, rolling your eyes and removing your arm from his shoulder.  classic shit.

"Bruce, your gonna play that fucking card?" "Y/N, just get your stuff and go." you remove your hands from his shoulders wiping your tears you leave the cave, making your way to his room. You open the door, and find yourself wondering where things went wrong. You quickly grab all your things and leave the Wayne Tower for the last time.

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Bruce had told Alfred about the break up and under no circumstance was he allowed to contact you. Alfred respected his wishes until the night Bruce was hurt when he heard Bruce slowly make his way upstairs. He slowly got up made it to the door, and slightly opened it. The moonlight glistened on Bruce's back, bruises and cuts on his back became visible. He waited until Bruce entered the room to exit. Finally making it to the phone he debated on if he should call you.

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You were awoken mid-slumber to your phone repeatedly going off. You grab your phone letting your eyes adjust to the brightness, realizing you have five missed calls from Alfred. You quickly call back. "Ms. Y/N, I'm so sorry to bother you at this hour and I know Master Bruce did not want me calling you but in this case, you have the right to know.

Bruce has been hurt, he has many bruises and some deep cuts. I believe it's best you see him and talk some sense into him. This is becoming way too dangerous." you sighed. "Alfred as much as I would like to see Bruce he made it very clear he didn't want to be together anymore. So going off of that I'm sure he doesn't want to see me either. If you insist on me coming tonight I will all I'm saying is don't be surprised if it doesn't go well."

"I understand your concern, but I insist you come over tonight. He seems angry and you know more than anyone how to calm him down." "I'll be right over," you say hanging up.

You arrive at the mansion and get buzzed in immediately. You close the door and see Alfred sitting by the living room. You had so many questions, but you only cared about Bruce's well-being at that moment. You bolted up the stairs to his room, standing outside the door. You hesitated for a moment before opening the door slowly.

The moonlight shadowed him. His back was faced towards the door. But you knew he was awake. He turned over expecting Alfred. "Alfred go back to bed" he spoke. "Alfred's downstairs." he sat up quickly. "Y/N what are you doing here." you walked towards him, sitting on the bed. "Alfred's worried about you, what's going on" "Nothing's up Y/N, why are you even here." "Alfred called me he knows some things up and I do too I'm worried."

"There's only one thing I'm worried about right now." you look at him confused, he places his hand on your thigh slowly moving closer to where you need him most. "You." he tucks some of your hair behind your ear. "I was crazy thinking that letting you go was for the better I shouldn't have fucking let you go y/n." your heart was racing, as much as you were told it would be dumb to take him back, he was all you wanted.

"Fuck this" you whispered as you leaned in to kiss him, getting on top of him. Bruce's hand encircled your throat, you moaned into the kiss rubbing your cunt against his growing cock, the need for friction was driving you crazy. Your hand ran down his chest. "I want you now, all of you." he kissed your neck. "Oh yeah?" he groaned. "Please," you begged. He freed his cock from his boxers, your hands reaching for it immediately. His hand stops yours.

"Not tonight princess, let me please you." you nod. He flips you over slowly taking off each layer of clothing until you're left in your panties. He takes his time leaving a trail of sloppy kisses all over your stomach, chest, neck, and right where you need him. "Y/N, baby you sure?" "yes," you moan.

He removes your panties. Slowly lapping his tongue against your cunt. Using one finger to rub circles on your clit he begins to push his tongue into you. "Bruce, more" you beg, slowly grinding yourself on his face. He removes his tongue and adds two fingers, curving them slightly. Desperate for a release, your hips chasing the orgasm. Your back arched "Faster" you moaned. Picking up the pace, his palm hit your clit with each forceful thrust.

You were in euphoria. No one could ruin this moment for you.  He occasionally began to tongue fuck you while rubbing figure eights around your clit. You tugged at his hair, the vibrations sent right into cunt bringing you closer to your climax. Your release hits you out of nowhere. Screaming his name as you ride out your orgasm. Pushing him away when you get too sensitive. "Guess you needed that huh?" he chuckled. You sit up "Let me return the favor" he kisses you. "Not tonight baby."

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An: It's been way too long so honestly i'm gonna try my best to be more active. Life has been doing its thing lately, but i have another oneshot in the works see you soon angels. 🫂😚