#bruce x reader

There was no greater feeling than coming home after a long day at work , You, Clark and Bruce had all moved into Bruce's manor a little while ago for convenience. Sure , people found it weird that you were in a polyamorous relationship and had two boyfriends who also were together. But you simply didn't care.

You close the door of the mansion and hum making your way into the living room, Clark was sat there , tie slightly undone and the top button of his shirt open , one leg crossed over the other reading a book. The second he sees you he closes the book with a soft smile and spreads his legs tapping his knee.

You smile walking over and he pulls you by the waist onto his lap , he smelled like fresh laundry , newspaper and a subtle cologne. "Hey pretty lady" He has the biggest grin ever looking up at you. You push his glasses up his nose and beam at him. "Hey pretty boy" You leaned down to press a soft kiss onto his nose and then onto his lips causing his cheeks to go slightly red.

"How was work honey?" He asks stroking one hand through your hair like you're the most delicate thing on this planet.  "Good!! The usual. Dumb questions from customers. Did you have a good day any fun stories?”

He lets out a low chuckle. "Oh you know saved some people.. wrote an article the usual!" He grins and you roll your eyes at him playfully before leaning down to kiss him slowly and deeply. He kisses back with the same energy and pulls away tugging on your lower lip slightly.

"Easy sweetie. Don't start something you can't finish... Bruce comes home soon" he coos. But despite his words he was back to kissing you in no time. This time deeper. Tongue lashing into your mouth and hands grasping at your ass gently rocking it against his crotch.

"I suppose we can make a start honey." He reaches one  hand up to your waist effortlessly throwing you over his shoulder as he starts climbing up the stairs making you squeal. He gently throws you on the bed climbing on top of you to kiss you sweetly and hungrily at the same time. You groan into his mouth and he trails the kisses down your neck as he rocks his hips against yours.

"Can you take your shirt off?" He asks and you nod peeling it off leaving you in your bra and breasts spilling dangerously. He groans at the sight taking his shirt off before helping you take your bra off wasting no time to wrap his lips around one of your nipples , his other hand grasping and squeezing at your other breast.

"Love things mffmhn things so mfhmm.. much" he mumbles mouth full of your breast. "So beautiful" He coos pulling off with a pop taking his shirt off.

"Let me take care of you sweet girl.. is that okay?" He looks up at you with his blue eyes patiently achingly hard.

"Of course Clark" You confirm and he pulls your cute work pants down then pulling your thong down your legs with his teeth. You hear him whimper at the sight dragging his finger up your wet folds before popping into his mouth and humming.

"Gosh honey you been waiting for me all day ?" He coos before leaning down to lap at your wet pussy making you whine and pull on his head tugging him closer. He groans throwing your legs over his shoulder sucking at your clit and starting to use his fingers at the same time dragging them in and out of your pussy .

"My baby tastes so good for me.." He groans harder rutting his hips against the bed and the door is thrown open making you shriek and Clark lifts his head up chin coated in your juices.

It was Bruce. Apparently in a really shitty moody from his meetings. His eyes lingered a dark greyish blue.

"Hi baby!" You tried to be sweet and he scoffs looking at you both yanking his tie off and shirt off.

"Nice to see you started without me" He scoffs dropping to his knees wasting no time to dive between your legs. A little more rough than Clark is making you shriek and arch your back.

"Jesus Christ Clark you've made a mess of her!" He grunts pushing Clark's head down to join in eating you out at the same time, you shriek as Clark sucks on your clit and Bruce grabs your leg throwing it over his shoulder and pushes his tongue inside you lapping at you like a man starved. They swap over Bruce now on your clit lifting his head spitting viciously before hooking his lips around your clit all over again, you were whining loudly.

"Boys! Please!" You shrieked legs already shaking from how sensitive you were yanking at their hair.

Their tongues wind up clashing against his other practically making out with each other and your pussy at the same time , you whine even more when they pull away now kissing each other in front of you, Bruce spitting into Clark's mouth and palming him at the same time.

"Boys.." You whimpered rubbing your legs together to get a sense of friction and glide your hand down to rub your own clit biting at your lip.

"Awee poor baby's fucking desperate" Bruce scoffs leaning down to give your pussy attention all over again lapping so tongue even faster than before. It didn't take much getting that familiar pit feeling and before too long you clench your eyes shut coming down with your high soaking his face. Bruce grabs Clark's face again kissing him before towering over you and grabbing you by your neck pulling you into a deep searing kiss that makes your head all fuzzy.

He grabs at your waist spinning you around and propping your legs up so you're on all fours leaving a gentle smack on your ass.

"Clark's gonna fuck you now.. aren't you superman?" Bruce coos.

"Uh.. if that's okay with you baby I'd like that." He asks you softly leaning to brush your hair out of your face.

"Mhmm yes please! " you confirm and he pulls his boxers down letting his dick spring up against his stomach. You feel his tip push against your entrance. Your earlier release making it really easy for him to push inside you and you both groan. Bruce lets out a dark chuckle taking his boxers off and wrapping his hand around his thick dick pumping himself a few times watching as Clark starts fucking you. 

You whine feeling him drag his veiny dick along your throbbing walls and you look back and he places his hands on your hips gently and leaning over.

"You okay baby ? Need me to ease up" You shake your head and Bruce scoffs slightly climbing onto the bed in front of you.

"She's a big girl Clark she's fine." He tilts your head offering his dick to your mouth. A grin across his face and his greyish blue eyes sparkling.

"Want my dick in your mouth?huh yeah. You know you fucking do" You nod at him wrapping your mouth around his dick slowly and bob your head in sync with Clark's thrusts whimpering around him and clenching around Clark's dick.

"Oh there you fucking go you nasty fucking slut" Bruce groans grabbing at your face to thrust his dick down your throat more rough making you splutter.

"Bruce! Baby Don't call her that.. and be gentle... she's tiny." Clark glares at Bruce still thrusting into you slightly rough but not too much to overwhelm you.

"She likes it!" Bruce chuckles shoving his dick further into your mouth and you whimper gagging eyes watering and you can feel Clark slow his thrusts making you whine more desperate.

"Bruce. At least call her pretty !" Clark builds his pace up again.

"She knows she's pretty. She's a pretty fuckin slut. Better?" He grabs at your hair to drag your mouth along his dick faster.

"You're doing so good for us baby.." Clark coos leaning over to kiss your shoulder and Bruce grabs clark by the throat.

"Fuck her like a man Clark." He spits.

"W..what! No ! Bruce she's tiny.. I'm kryptonian" He splutters out still rutting his hips into you. You were whimpering dripping down Clark's dick.

"I said fuck her like a man! She can take it!" He didn't really mean it. He was just in a shit mood.. but something about his tone made Clark whimper.

Bruce pulls you off his dick by your hair, spit and precum spluttering strings from your mouth.

"You can take it can't you baby?" He coos taunting you and you nod sweetly "I know the safe word it's fine Clark." You smile at Clark turning your head looking over your shoulder. And that was really all the confirmation he needed.

You feel Clark grab your hips a little more harshly fucking into your wet pussy harder than before making you shriek , Bruce grins from ear to ear pushing his dick back into your mouth to silence your noises.

Your eyes watered as you sobbed and breathed through your nose, Clark's thrusts become brutal his balls slapping against your pussy which we're getting drenched from how wet you were clamping down on him.

Clark whimpers "Jesus honey..you're making such a mess sweetie”

Bruce holds onto your head with One hand grabbing Clark with the other into a deep kiss. Clark whines into it still rutting his hips deeply fucking his dick into your pussy at a deeper angle. Bruce was deep into your throat and you were sobbing tears flowing rapidly, mouth stretched out .

You were close to using your safe word. But you couldn’t. This felt like the edge of heaven quite literally.

“Told you she fuckin likes it Clark. Spank her” Bruce grunts into Clark’s mouth. Clark hesitates before bringing his hand down harshly onto your making you gag around Bruce whimpering and bobbing your head more.

“honey I’m sorry.” He gasps tucking a hand under you to fuck your pussy harder and squeeze down on the bulge in your stomach. Your legs like jelly you couldn’t stop it. You felt dizzy and you throbbed around Clark. You moaned loudly around Bruce’s dick reaching your high completely collapsing, Clark groans loudly reaching his high shoving his cum inside you which pushes your mouth further down Bruce. Your whines send vibrations and Bruce shoves your head down more as his dick explodes down your throat groaning loudly.

Your eyes watered more swallowing every drop, your legs shaking like crazy. Bruce pulls you off his dick letting you gasp for air , your throat aching and Clark pulls out immediately pulling you into his arms cradling you. “Honey I’m real sorry.. did I hurt you!? Are you okay?” He coos stroking your face placing kisses on your head.

“I’m okay” you sniffle and he shushes you ; Bruce looks at you both with such love in his eyes.

“Clark … stick her in a bath.. she’s done real good … haven’t you baby?hmm?” He coos changing to the softer bruce. A rare side. He wipes your tears and Clark sets up the bath before coming back to carefully lift you and places you in the warm bubbly water making you gasp but sigh in relief.

“Is that better honey ?” Clark asks worried. His blue eyes shimmering with kindness.

“Much better .. thanks Clark … you’re good to me” you sniffle and Bruce walks in wearing boxers now and crouches by the bath.

“Hey… I’m sorry I was so rough with you.. I had a bad day at work and that’s no excuse okay.. you did so fuckin good kiddo” he sighs leaning down to kiss the top of your head and then kisses Clark’s temple.

“I’ll go make you some tea…” He smile slightly before walking off leaving you with Clark.

He helps you clean up being extra delicate with your sensitive areas before drying you off.

“You want a hoodie ?” He asked so softly crouching down to your eye level and you nod. He smiles again grabbing one of Bruce’s hoodie and putting it over you , letting it fall below your knees before pulling you in for a hug.

“Let’s get you to bed baby okay?” He helps you to the bedroom and this time Bruce wastes no time pulling you into his arms passing you the tea rubbing your back. He knew he was a bastard. He knew how rough he could be. But aftercare. Was something he wouldn’t skip over.

Not only did the tea help sooth your throat but it practically knocked you out and you were asleep on Bruce’s chest and he grins pressing kisses on your head and brushing your hair.

He turns to Clark who’s watching you both with such love in his eyes. “Hey sorry about before. You are a man. You don’t need to prove that to anyone, you’re good with our girl Clark.” Bruce almost smiles bigger.

“Our girl. I like when you say that Bruce” Clark grins and Bruce rolls his eyes

“Alright alright! Don’t make me regret it” but there’s no malice behind what Bruce is saying. He leans over kissing Clark softly pulling him closer to Bruce’s side. And you had all fallen asleep huddled. Because at the end of the day.

You were loved.

You were safe.

HI??? Hello?? This is like thr first time I’ve written for Bruce?

Let me know what you think!! All thoughts are greatly appreciated.

Thank you as always

@madefrom-stardust @davidcoresnwet @soggywhore

You did not hate Bruce, he was not a bad man in any way. He gave you a roof over your head and your own black card for anything, which you often used to buy necessities but there has been the occasional time you bought supplies for a new hobby you wanted to try.

You will admit that coming home and occasionally catching the whole family, Alfred included, in the kitchen or living room all laughing or just relaxing did crack your heart a little. Watching everyone get along and forget about the fact that you lived at the manor broke you, but you never minded. After all, how were you supposed to get along with a whole family consisting of vigilantes? You did your part by attending many gala's in Bruce's favor and often saw how other wealthy parents treated their children and considered yourself lucky. Bruce never hit you, or berated you, or even let you fend for yourself, he gave you everything.

Just not his attention.

Now here you are sitting down trying to eat dinner while your father, who you saw earlier at the gala, is standing at the doorway in the kitchen.

You didn't look up to meet his gaze, instead focusing on finishing your dinner, you knew that Bruce saw you at the gala and he probably wanted to check on you before leaving. Of course he didn't know that you knew about his secret identity.

“What happened to them?” Bruce turned to look at Alfred, who was standing at the sink.

“It seems as if a villain managed to cause some damage at the building Master Y/N was attending a gala, they got some minor scratches but are otherwise fine.”

You couldn't help the small eye twitch, they did know you were sitting right there right?

“Hm. Were they alone during the attack?”

“No, Peter Parker was there who had more serious injuries but was sent to the hospital for further inspection-”

A cluttering noise filled the room along with a loud screech as you stood abruptly and dropped your silverware. You almost forgot about your friend! Was he okay? Did he have any internal injuries? Were Aunt May and Uncle Ben okay?

“Master Y/N? What is wrong?”

“I need to call Aunt May and Uncle Ben!” You quickly replied to the butler before you tried to move past the two tall men. That's when you felt it, a tingling sensation of the back of your neck and before he could, you yanked your arms back just as Bruce went to grab you.

You could see the surprise on his face before your body moved on its own and you threw yourself out of the way as Damien was coming to the kitchen entryway.

“Hey!-”

“Sorry!” You called out over your shoulder before running back to your room and slamming the door open. You quickly grabbed your phone on the nightstand before immediately calling Uncle Ben, who you had on speed dial.

Ring-Ring-Ring

“Wonder when you'd call.”

“Uncle Ben! Are you okay? Is Peter okay? Is he breathing? Aunt May is she- “

“Relax sweetheart. Take some deep breaths.” You could hear the amused tone in the older man's voice, you let out a small sigh before taking some large breaths in and letting them out.

“Im fine, Aunt May is fine, and Peter is fine. Just some bruising and small cuts, according to him you saved his life!”

You couldn't help the warm feeling crawling up your neck. “Saving his life is a bit of an exaggeration, but I'm glad everyone's good.”

After some more small talk and even saying hi to Aunt May, you hung up and let out a large sigh of relief. You didn't hesitate to plop down onto your bed and you have never been more glad that Alfred made you shower before eating.

You snuggled up to your pillows and not even a full 5 minutes later you were out like a light, exhausted after everything.

Bruce never considered himself a good parent, but he also didn't think he was a bad one either. He tried his best to give each of his children the best chance at success, while he did push them towards the Robin/Batgirl route he would not force them to carry the mantle.

All except you.

When Bruce first met you after your mother's mysterious death in a plane crash he had to do a double take. You looked just like him, from the outlines of his face to the shape of his nose and even to the resting 'Wayne' face everyone said he had.

There was no denying you were his.

Maybe that is what caused Bruce to be distant, the fact that you were a carbon copy of him and even got Alfred to make a comment about how you reminded the butler of Bruce in his younger days made him feel uneasy.

Of course he didn't even try and get you to be a sidekick, there was no way he would be able to focus with you by his side. Bruce tried to show up in your life, but every time you locked eyes with the man he just left you in the hands of Alfred.

Bruce, or Batman in this case, was doing his usual patrol routes with Robin (Damien) when he managed to spot someone on a glass roof of some building he recognized. It was a common place that gala's were often held, it was high class and spacious, perfect for the uptight and frankly boring parties that companies, or wealthy people in general, would throw.

Of course it didn't take long for Batman to spot the giant bomb on the back of this person's back and after some back and forth, Robin managed to send the man crashing into the roof causing the bomb to go off, and for debris to fall inside the building.

When Batman looked through the roof he felt his heart almost stop.

You were there.

What were you doing at a gala? Surely you didn't enjoy them right?

He also noticed the boy you were with, who the hell was this kid? And why were you dancing so close? You were way too young to date anybody! At least that's what he told himself.

Batman also noticed how you pushed the boy out of the way before the roof came crashing in, but before he could move-

“The man is now in police custody.” Damien's voice cut through the night air, making Bruce look back at the boy. They exchanged a few more words before Bruce looked back only to see you gone, of course he spotted you with Alfred in front of the building a few seconds later and took this as a sign to return home.

Bruce needed to talk to you.

. . .

What Bruce wasn't expecting was for you to be so, uh small? Not necessarily physically but more so in the space you were in. It's as if you were trying to take up as little space as possible, which only served to confuse Bruce more. This house was certainly big enough for everyone, so why were you trying to shrink in on yourself?

The man asked Alfred about you, despite you being right there, in hopes that you would speak out. You did not.

It wasn't until Alfred had mentioned Peter something, Barker maybe? Or was it Farker? Either way he mentioned a boy's name, and Bruce immediately thought of the boy you were dancing with and who, in his opinion, was way too close to you physically to just be dancing.

That's when you stood up suddenly and exclaimed something about calling before you tried to leave. Bruce tried to stop you, so he could actually talk to you, but when he reached his arm out it's like you knew what he was going to do as you dodged his grab and then dodged Damien as he was coming inside the kitchen.

Bruce stared after you in genuine surprise.

When the hell did you get so agile? How did you know he was going to try and grab you? Bruce never put his hands on his kids, no matter the scenario, he did not tolerate hitting kids at all.

It wasn't luck either, the movement it took to pull those stunts off were trained as if you have practiced over and over again.

“What happened to them?” Damien asked as he strolled in to grab a bottle of water from the fridge. “Also when did they learn to dodge like that? Even for a civilian it wasn't bad form.”

Bruce took a second before blinking over at Alfred, who was cleaning off the table.

“Has Y/N been taking any uh self defense classes? Or acrobatics? Anything related?” The man watched as the butler shook his head.

“Master Y/N has shown interest in many things over the years but anything requiring excessive physical movement doesn't seem to interest them.”

Bruce just stared at the older man, he cleared his throat ever so slightly.

“Do they always attend gala's? They never seemed interested in the whole high society type setting.”

“Master Y/N goes to them when you cannot, often filling in for you and taking over as the public speaker for Wayne Enterprises, they are quite charismatic. This specific gala was a celebration for their accomplishments at Oscorp, they had gotten a full-time and paid internship there directly under the head scientists, Dr. Connors.”

Bruce felt his jaw drop.

You? You took over the gala speeches and were charismatic?

Bruce felt an uneasy feeling settled in his stomach but before he could speak, he heard a scoff coming from his other biological child.

“Them? Charismatic? Have you seen them? I do not believe it for a moment.” Damien looked at Alfred with a raised eyebrow. “Do we have any proof of this 'charismatic' person in action?”

Alfred smiles softly before bowing his head slightly. “I do. I have many of their interviews and speeches saved on a hard drive, if you wish you can have your proof.”

Bruce looks between the butler and his son before feeling his phone vibrate, which he looks at immediately. It was Dick, claiming that everyone was waiting for him in the Bat Cave.

Bruce looked up at the two others.

“Damien, meet the others in the Bat Cave. Alfred, can you get me that hard drive?”

Damien nodded immediately and set off to group up with the others while Alfred began leading Bruce to his personal room, where he said the hard drive was held.

Why did Alfred have the hard drive in his personal room? Why didn't you say anything about the internship?

Bruce thought he knew you, just a small, shy and quiet kid, but according to Alfred you weren't really shy which only confused Bruce further.

How could the man who claimed to be your biological father know nothing about his child?