Work Text:
Bruce grunted getting into the Batmobile, slamming his door shut as fast as he could and ripping his cowl off as soon as it closed. He cranked the AC as high as it could go and tried to clear his mind to the best of his abilities. He was only able to knock Poison Ivy out and lock her hands in metal gloves before running away. He ignored how fast Batgirl darted to her bike, presumably riding to his son’s place. He couldn’t blame her if he was completely honest. He was barely able to hide how much the pollen affected him. Everyone seemed to believe it doesn’t, that his mind was so strong he’s able to override all of Ivy’s tricks, but the reality was that on a normal night he was able to divert the horniness, turning all of his thoughts towards the one person he was completely enamored by every single time he had the pleasure of being in her presence, all the romantic moments and feelings would flood his mind until the need to hold and love someone else would fulfill the pheromones needs and completely expel from his brain.
However, what Ivy used this time had nothing to do with love or infatuation but pure unadulterated lust. Bruce couldn’t remember the last time he was this horny, if ever. Maybe when he was a teenager when new hormones and desires filled his head, but this hardly compared. He found himself fumbling for his belt, desperately trying to free his completely hard cock only to find the buckle had been damaged in the back where only someone with small nimble fingers could actually get to it.
Bruce hit his steering wheel in frustration, subconsciously grinding his hips against his armor for something that ultimately wasn’t even close to being enough. He bit his tongue as he tried again to force the belt to come undone so he could jerk himself off, but it wouldn’t budge.
There was one person in the world who could help him solve every problem he was currently having, if not at least one of them. He found himself blushing, embarrassed that he was going to have to ask her for such a request on a random Tuesday night. He imagined her teasing him about this later, laughing and giggling how the vicious Batman needed her soft hands to reach behind his belt before pulling his armor off, opening her mouth, and deep throating his cock until she choked but kept going, letting her tongue dance along his skin and-
These thoughts were not helping.
Bruce was now almost to the point of tears needing something to be done fast. A shaking hand touched a button on the console before he managed to get out, “call Selina.”
She answered after two rings. “Well, what do I owe the pleasure tonight, Bat?”
Just her voice drove him completely mad, so soft and sultry. The idea of her whispering in his ear made him gasp in a breath as he desperately grinded his hips forward against his cup again with a loud groan.
Selina switched gears immediately, now sounding completely concerned for her boyfriend. “Bruce? Are you okay?”
“I'm fine… I… god dammit…” he grunted. “But I, uh… fuck, I don’t know how to… word this right.” He hit his steering wheel again in frustration. “God fucking shit!”
“Bruce, what’s wrong?” Selina demanded. He could practically hear her eyes widening and heart pounding.
Bruce shifted uncomfortably in his seat. On a normal day, he could search in his brain for the right series of vowels and constants to form an eloquent series of words that would express exactly what he needed and how someone could help. Right now, his only thoughts were of caveman origin that sounded like ‘horny. Blow job. Now.’
“Look… there’s… fuck, are you at home right now?” He cringed, realizing that he was about to request for his girlfriend to let him use her for a few minutes just so he could get some form of sexual release.
“Why? What’s going on?” Selina’s concern increased by the syllable.
Bruce thought for a moment before blurting out “here’s the deal. Ivy hit me with some fucking…. God, strong aphrodisiac and you’re five minutes away and I can’t get this stupid belt off. I just need your help to get this thing off and your bathroom or an empty room for like… fuck, two minutes at this point.”
There was a long pause. In that time, Bruce had contemplated his entire existence and for a second was no longer horny but completely ashamed of everything he’d ever done to lead up to this point in his life. He thought about the first time he put on this suit, letting himself jump off a building and glide to the ground with his heart filled with adrenaline, thinking to himself how he could take on the world. He thought about the first time he met the cat burglar, only seeing a glimpse of her eyes but immediately becoming smitten at her quips and jabs as he purposefully let her slip through his grip to get away, wanting her to have everything she’s ever wanted. He thought about his first kiss with Selina, how nervous he had been to simply pull her chin forward and press his lips to hers to finally know that magical, sparks-flying sensation all the storybooks talked about. And he thought about this moment, sitting in his car, in a bat costume, asking that same girl if she could help him get his pants off so he could jerk off in her bathroom.
“I know how it sounds,” Bruce attempted to defend himself. “But, if you were hit with this stuff… you would-“
“Just my bathroom?” Selina interrupted slyly, a smirk appearing through her voice. “What, am I not good enough for you?”
Bruce found the corner of his mouth twitch up at the thought of her allowing him to plow through her. “I’m… I wasn’t going to assume-“
“Oh, Bats, isn’t that your whole thing? Educated guesses?”
Her playful teasing was driving Bruce more crazy. “Selina… there’s no polite way of saying this, so I’m just going to say it. I’m so fucking horny right now, that if I get my hands on you I’m afraid I wouldn’t be able to do anything but use you as a hole.”
Selina giggled, sounding more like a hum. “Is that a threat or a promise?”
“Selina, I-“
“I’ll be ready for you when you get here. My window will be unlocked. Until then…” Selina hung up the phone by blowing a kiss into the receiver and Bruce had never slammed so hard on the gas pedal, flooring it, to be at her side as fast as possible.
___
The scene looking into her bedroom window was a sight to behold. Selina was on her back, knees bent, wearing nothing but her brick red lipstick. Her middle and ring fingers were all the way in her as her palm rubbed her clit. She was already panting, moaning loudly on purpose so Bruce could hear her even before he opened the window. She made a show of covering herself as though embarrassed when Bruce barged in, batting her eyes and forcing herself to blush as she said seductively, “Oh my… Batman! I’m so sorry you’ve caught me in such a state- mmmm! Mmmmm…”
She was cut off by Bruce encasing her mouth in his. In preparation, he left his gauntlets, cowl, armored plate, and cape in the Batmobile to help get some of his suit off faster. One of his hands ran along her soft back, while the other groped her breast in hunger, needing to feel her. Selina ran her hands under his shirt, attempting to pull it above his head but he wouldn’t move his hands for her to do so. He was trying his best not to grind against her dryly, knowing it would be uncomfortable for them both, but every part of his brain was yelling at him that it was what he should be doing.
He pulled away for a second to explain, “belt got damaged”-he kissed her-“can’t get my pants off”-another kiss-“need your help”-another kiss to finish the sentence.
Selina pulled away, hand moving down to the damaged buckle, and examining it for a moment. Even through the cup, he could feel the smallest amount of movement from her hands that had him whining. Selina grinned up at him, a sinister smile that communicated without words how she felt about his predicament. “Oh, that sounds horrible-“
Her voice got caught by Bruce going to her neck and sucking, turning into a moan as the hand on her breast moved lower. She was already so wet from her own preparation, but this wasn’t the reason he was touching her. At that moment, Bruce needed to ensure no part of Selina went untouched and his hands moved wildly around her body to accomplish that exact feat. He was shaking with effort of keeping himself upright, his knee resting on her bed, using Selina’s body to keep himself balanced.
“Holy shit,” Selina gasped. “You weren’t kidding.”
Bruce pulled away for a second, putting his forehead to hers. “I don’t mean to be rude, but I need you to get this damn belt off of me.”
Selina laughed into her gasp, but otherwise slid her hands behind the buckle. There wasn’t much give to it from how it was crumpled. Selina was trying to find the release, but Bruce was getting in his own way, going in and sucking on her neck again. It took everything in him for his hands not to travel down lower again, craving the feeling of a shutter as he massaged her clitorus.
There was a momentary short of clarity in Bruce as he felt his belt start to become loose. He grabbed Selina’s hands to stop her from fully undoing it. “Are you ready? Because know that once this is off nothing will be keeping me from just-“
Selina answered by taking the belt off and pushing his pants down. Without much warning, he picked Selina up and wrapped his mouth around hers. Selina wrapped her arms and legs around him, opening her mouth so he could slide his tongue in. Bruce’s tongue was practically going down her throat, needing to taste every part of her. Bruce kicked his pants off to the best of his ability, only able to get one leg out while the other remained at his ankle. It hardly hindered him as he spun around and slammed Selina’s back into the wall while immediately lined himself up.
The feeling of her completely surrounding his cock was heaven. Bruce was usually quite gentle, always making sure she finished before even considering his own needs. He used to smirk at her and claim that no, he was enjoying herself the whole time; he just happened to always finish a minute after her and that he was just that good at sex. They both knew he was lying and this moment here proved it. His mind couldn’t even comprehend the idea of Selina maybe not enjoying herself, being willing to stop but also being purely selfish with his desires. He slammed into her how he always secretly wanted to, using the wall for balance, but lifting her up a bit so a good portion of her weight fell onto him when he let go- the pressure verging on euphoric for Bruce.
Selina pulled away to gasp after the second thrust, choking on her breath and resting her forehead on his shoulder. “Holy shit,” was all she could manage after the fourth time he dropped her on top of him.
Bruce was usually decently quiet with his moans, mostly because Selina had neighbors and/or he had several children to worry about hearing them, but no part of him could hold back today. He was grunting loudly in her with every movement, gradually working up to loud moans of “fuck yes” and “god damn.” The only way he could manage to keep himself quiet was by placing his lips on Selina’s skin and biting down on her neck. It wasn’t purposefully rough, but it wasn’t gentle either. The only time his jaw started to shut was when he went to shout out loud in pleasure. The combination of teeth and vibrations had Selina joining in his chorus of moans. Her vagina clenched around his penis every once in a while, and every time it practically cleared Bruce’s mind of everything that had ever been and ever would. The two became a sweaty mess rather quickly, and Bruce selfishly loved the way Selina looked when she was roughed up.
“Holy shit, you’re perfect,” Bruce said into her neck.
The more he dropped her, the more painful it became for him and he loved it. He couldn’t remember the last time he had to cock tugged hard or balls crushed, ashamed of his kinks at forty years old. There were only so many ways he could request your thirty-eight year old girlfriend to casually squeeze his balls or bite down when she gives him head without being so embarrassed after that he wanted to erase his memory.
Selina dug her nails into his skin, stinging his back and sending him spiraling even more. He almost dropped her to the ground when she used her other hand to grip onto his hair, tugging it in instinct, needing to grip onto something.
“Harder,” he requested.
“Your hair?” She asked, pulling back slightly harder.
“Pull it hard…as much as you can… fuck. rip it out if you have to I just…” he managed.
Selina followed through with his request, and gripped as much as she could before yanking it back and holding. “That good?” Selina breathed out.
Bruce could only manage a sound of approval, his head spinning in almost pure euphoria. Every part of his body was on fire, but it wasn’t agonizing. For the first time it felt so good to not hold back doing exactly what he wanted to to his girlfriend. He had no idea if she was enjoying herself as much as he was, but he didn’t care in the slightest as he jack hammered into her, using a good portion of his strength to keep going. There was a chance it was the aphrodisiacs talking, but it felt like his entire life was leading up to this exact moment. All of his workouts and training, all of his fighting and saving, all of those late night talks and couple’s lunches, all led up to him being able to have the most mind blown orgasm the world had ever known.
His back started to sting from Selina’s long nails scratching off the surface of his skin. He couldn’t be entirely sure if it was beads of sweat or blood that started to drip down his spine. He loved whenever Selina would claw into him, unable to help herself as it was one of the few non-verbal ways she would communicate that she was enjoying herself too. She never drew blood on purpose, but when it did happen Bruce knew he was doing something right.
Much to his shame, he couldn’t last long. Selina felt too good, her moans too tantalizing for him to keep himself from cumming after two minutes. He put his head to her forehead and attempted to concentrate on keeping it together.
“God dammit…” he whispered. Immediately after a loud moan escaped his throat. “Oh… god, Selina… I… I don’t… fuck, you’re perfect. But I don’t think I can stop myself from…” he admitted to her.
Selina giggled. “Damn, what- ever…. She gave you must- must have been strong.”
Try as he might, it wasn’t long before Bruce blew his load into her. His body reacted before his brain could, relaxing to a point he wasn’t sure possible. He almost dropped Selina after cumming. He couldn’t even manage to keep going for Selina’s sake, his brain having completely cleared. He found himself panting, putting his forehead up against the wall behind her and feeling the cool drywall up against his sweaty face. Post-nut clarity refused to seep in, instead Bruce found himself quietly chuckling in between breaths in pure ecstasy.
“Yeah?” Selina asked after the first fit of laughs, giggling herself at his reaction. “Did you have fun?”
Bruce nodded, the biggest smile he thought he’d ever had plastered on his face. “Oh my god, you’re perfect. Holy shit. Holy shit- thank you! God damn. I can… I can, uh-“
“If you want to take a break, you can sit down and I can ride you until I’m done.”
Selina didn't have to say it twice. Bruce stumbled backwards to the bed and sat on the edge. It took a moment for Selina to adjust herself until she was on her knees with him still inside of her. Her hands barely got on his shoulders before she was pushing herself up and letting herself fall on top of him. To Bruce’s pleasant surprise, she continued the motion Bruce had just done, but at a faster pace.
Selina didn’t allow him to go flaccid. He was being worked right back up, and now it was her turn to not care if he was enjoying himself. Originally his hands rested at her hips, helping to guide her as she went up and down, but Selina didn’t let it happen for long. Not breaking stride, she grabbed his hand to place his thumb right on her clit. The moment he touched her, she threw her head back and moaned loudly. Bruce tried to help keep his hand there and massage her, but it was hard to keep up while he himself was enjoying the ride.
Bruce could have spent the rest of his life with the view he had and never grow tired of it. Selina completely naked with him inside her, her sweat glistening off her torso and highlighting every curve of her abs and breasts, her eyes closed in concentration with her mouth open moaning out his name in arousal. The smile he had would not wipe off as he watched his girlfriend go up and down on him.
When she climaxed, her back crumpled into him and for a few seconds her boobs went right into his face as she collected herself. Bruce couldn’t stop himself from kissing them, sucking on the skin and licking the salty sweat off while her chest rose and fell from her panting.
Selina laughed looking at him. “Claiming them as your own?”
Bruce nodded. “I could die right now as the world's happiest man.”
Selina smiled at him, pulling away and lifting his chin with her hand as she towered over him. “You’re such a dork.”
“Mmmmm, if you say so,” Bruce agreed before she leaned down and kissed him.
The moment Selina pulled herself out of him, Bruce was wrapping his arms around her. Bruce playfully fell over sideways onto the bed so they were laying facing each other. Selina yelled in surprise and then giggled. Bruce smiled at her, running his hands through her hair before kissing her on the forehead. Selina rolled over and pressed her back into him until he was spooning her.
“Softy,” Selina teased him as if he didn’t love to hold her every time after they had sex.
“Only for you,” Bruce said before pulling her in tighter. He loved how her soft, silky skin felt against him.
“Hmmm, yeah? That why you just threw me against a wall?”
“I warned you beforehand.”
“I know, it got me excited. I don’t remember the last time I was fucked like that.”
“I never knew if you’d be into it,” Bruce said honestly. “God knows the shit I did before I met you.”
“You mean to tell me Mr. 521 individual sex partners in eight years has kinks?” Selina asked sarcastically. “I would have never guessed.”
“Well, you never asked.”
“I assumed you grew out of them. I’ll admit, it was a disappointing thought… but now,” she purred.
Bruce smiled at the thought, his brain racing with a thousand ideas and a thousand different knots he could teach her to tie him up. Selina turned her head to watch his mind race and smirked back at him, giggling at the thoughts before turning over and pushing back against him. Bruce closed his eyes and dug his head back into Selina’s hair.
“Does Batman have to go back out and save Gotham tonight from more terrible foes?” Selina asked.
“Can't,” Bruce mumbled. “Batman has been caught in one of Catwoman’s evil plots again.”
“Oh, a pity,” Selina coed. “If only someone could rescue him.”
Bruce hummed. “Yes. If only help was on the way for the poor man, but I fear he might be stuck forever.”
Selina chuckled and rolled her eyes. “But seriously, are you going back out tonight?”
“Why? I’m right where I should be.”