Batfamily x Reader stories

Professor Wayne 2.5/4 NSFW ! (Bruce Wayne x Reader)

Originally posted on my Tumblr : https://ellana-ravenwood.tumblr.com/post/181967125798/professor-wayne-bruce-wayne-x-reader-part-254

WARNING : this is NSFW. 18+, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, and I mean it. If I notice a minor commenting on this, I will block you. There's PLENTY other stories that are more suitable for you, as I wrote very few NSFW content (and do not plan on ever writing more, those are old stories). Obviously I can't control who access this, and I won't lie and say I never read smut before I turned 18 (those were mostly written before I did...), but still, important warning. Ultimately, once I put the proper warnings and marked this book as containing some 18+ content, I can't do much more (except block people if I notice they're underaged), you are responsible for what you read. Please, respect this however, and DNI. Most NSFW stories I keep up only because they're the one being reposted the most (smh...they're often the most badly written stuffs I ever posted as well like, come on), but yes, I will not be posting/writing more of those.

 

Here's the third part to this little AU :). As usual feedbacks are always very welcomed ^^. 

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The fact that this all thing is wrong kinda evaporates into thin air as your lips moves against his.

The thought about you two being teacher and student, and that you shouldn't do this, doesn't exist anymore. The faint guilt he felt because he thought he might take advantage of a weak moment of yours...is gone.

Because you're kissing him too passionately for this to only be happening cause you feel down. And before he knows it, his arms snake around your waist and bring you closer to him. Flushed against him.

You can't believe it. Professor Wayne is kissing you. And you're kissing him.

And this time, it's real.

You throw your arms around his neck. One of your hand goes to tangle itself in his hair and he shifts his head slightly to have better access to your mouth and...wow. The man knows what he is doing.

Exactly like you imagined this would be. Except that it's him, whose tongue softly runs across your lower lip, demanding access. And you'd be damned if you don't grant it to him. And it's...real.

You're really making out with him. Fuck. How did THAT happen ?

Oh, right. Months of friendly banter at the cafe you work at. Him being the best teacher ever, you being his best student ever. You getting mugged, and him taking care of you and...Everything snapping at the same time.

It actually makes perfect sense.

In a spur of passion he backs you against his desk, and you're not quite sure how but you're laying on top of it now, and he's above you. You managed to get his coat off of him, and your fists bunch in the front of his shirt, bringing him closer as he holds himself above you, his hands on each side of your face.

Ffff...You're really kissing him. And he definitely is kissing you back. And now he's placing his body in between your legs and you wrap your arms around his shoulders again, to keep him there. But he has no intention of moving away, as his own hands grab your waist and...

The sound of shattered glass makes you shoot your eyes open.

Surprised, he pulls away from you and look to the source of the noise, praying to every gods out there that someone DIDN'T walk in just now !

Fortunately, it's not that.

It's his mug.

His mug full of cold overbrewed tea just shattered on the floor.