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Bruce Wayne was the unluckiest man in Gotham City. Sure he had his lucky moments, a lucky penny here, USB in the first try there, something that makes his day better. This was not that moment.
He woke up with an uncharged phone, meaning his eggs were cold and he was running late. On his way to work he hit every red light and every long line of traffic. Exhausted wasn't the word for it. He was miserable.
His unlucky streak continued. When he finally finally made it to Wayne Enterprises he spilt coffee on himself. Albeit the coffee was cold, he still spilled it on himself. After the whole coffee fiasco he learned that an organization he was so close to closing the deal on dropped out last minute. It was a lot of money lost (nothing WE couldn't get back, but it was still a stressful ordeal).
And the final icing on the the unlucky cake? Bruce's office mini fridge had gotten unplugged, meaning his lunch didn't get properly refrigerated and wasn't fit to eat.
So here Bruce sat, Gotham's favorite playboy, Man of The Year (with trophy to prove it!), sexiest Gothamite, a broken man with the worst luck and an empty stomach to boot. A phone call shook him from his brooding. He sighed and pressed speaker for the call.
"Mister Wayne, Miss Kyle is here to see you." His secretary, Felicity, said over the phone. Miss Kyle. Selina Kyle. A token of luck in Bruce's already unlucky day.
"Send her up. And clear my schedule for the rest of the day." Bruce ended the call and sat back in his chair. Selina was his luck, even though she had a black cat motif— a superstitiously unlucky animal. Two wrongs supposedly make a right.
5 minutes and exactly 53 seconds later (Bruce timed it), a knock rapped on his office door. The familiar 'shave-and-a-haircut' tune eased the tension he felt in his shoulders.
"Come in." Bruce sat up in his chair. Selina opened the door. God was she a sight to behold. A black, slim, cocktail dress hugged her form and was modest enough for his office yet short enough for his head to get fuzzy and warm and silly. Heels clicked on his floors, black, stiletto from the sound of it.
"Jesus you look like hell." Selina said setting her coat on his office couch. Bruce slumped in his chair, a small pout on his face.
"Geez thanks, love of my life, I appreciate the comment." He deadpanned. Selina smiled and scrunched her nose at him.
"Oh my poor baby." She cooed, walking to him. Each click of her heels made his heart flutter more in his chest. She was so close now, so close Bruce could smell her perfume— something so sweet, something so perfect, something so her. Selina cupped his cheek and he shut his eyes and molded into her warm palm.
"Its been a shit day." Bruce mumbled.
"I can tell, this isn't your usual work suit." Selina purred, trailing a sharp manicured nail (probably black too) along his jaw, the throat, finally stopping at the first button of his suit, Bruce shivered silently resting a hand on the small of her back.
"I had a fight with a cup of coffee. Cold coffee." He opened his eyes, leaning back in his chair. Selina took that as an invitation to slide into his lap. She side-sat, back pressed against the hard leather of the arm rest while her legs dangled off the other.
Bruce hand rested on her thigh, "Why are you here, Selina?" He other hand took hers, looking at her nails. He was right, they were black.
"Black cat intuition." She purred, nuzzling into the side of his neck. "Being superstitious is my thing." She smiled, kissing his jaw.
"You bring me more luck than anything." Bruce hummed. "Why are you really here, beautiful?" His finger traced the hem of her dress.
"Cant you tell? This kitty has needs." She whispered into his his ear. Bruce froze for a moment. It seems his luck was changing.
You needy thing." He gripped her jaw, not too hard, but enough where her eye grew lidded and cloudy. Selina bit her lip and smiled, she loved where this was going.
"Lucky cat." Bruce leaned in, lips barely touching hers.
"Unlucky bat." She whispered, closing the gap. Their kiss wasn't passion, it was wanton need, it was carnal instinct, it was feral lust. Selina adjusted, straddling Bruce's lap, both legs on either side of his. His hands found her hips, pressing their bodies tightly against each other.
Selina was the first to pull away, chest heaving, lips parted. There was a small whine in the back of Bruce's throat. He needed this woman, this gorgeous piece of luck and heaven, like he needed air.
"Fuck… please.." He murmured, not really knowing what he was saying please for. But with her perfume all around him and her body pressed into him he couldn't help but say please. Bruce stood lifting Selina up with ease.
He needed her now.
He eyed his desk, papers and odds and ends littered it. Oh fuck it. With one swipe everything clattered to the floor, papers, an 8 ball, a now shattered mug, laid on the floor forgotten. He laid her on the empty desk, towering over her.
Selina looked up at him, pupils big and needing— like a cat. She leaned up, butting their foreheads for a small, intimate moment before kissing him deep and lovingly. Bruce hear soared for that brief soft moment then returned to that carnal need. That carnal need of his head between her shaking legs and her perfectly manicured nails in his hair.
Bruce moved from her lips to her neck, peppering kissing along the sides. Selina whined and pressed herself onto him, hands struggling to stay still, moving from his shoulders to the back of his head and neck. Bruce kissed lower, neck, collarbone, chest, stomach, He stopped in between her legs, pressing a soft and loving kiss to her inner thigh.
"Please…" Selina whined breathlessly. "Bruce please.." Her nails combed through his hair, hips rutting into nothing.
Bruce pressed a kiss her clothed cunt. She was absolutely soaked, absolutely dripping, absolutely perfect. Selina's dress bunched up on her hips, making pulling her panties off easy. Bruce tossed her underwear somewhere with the discarded desk items. Oh hello beautiful. Drool pooled in his mouth as the sight— Selina with her chest heaving, whining so sweetly, and bare pussy dying for him to taste.
"Fuck." Bruce swore quietly before sucking on her clit. Selina gasped and bucked her hips into his mouth which he gladly accepted. Bruce's tongue dove into her folds, finding solace in her dripping heat. Selina's back arched off the desk as a slew of swears and blissed out 'yes'es came out of her throat. She was close.
Bruce knew, and he was hungry. He pulled away with one final lick, despite the protest from the goddess in front of him. His lips and chin were drenched and his head was so cloudy, he wasn't stopping— just adjusting his position. Bruce moved Selina's legs over his shoulders and slid two fingers into her, turning and twisting until he found a bundle of sin in her head. Selina eyes rolled back as Bruce thrusted his fingers slowly at first.
"Beautiful." He whispered before continued to suck on her clit. Selina cried out, it was so much, it was overkill, she was going to-
Bruce sped up his hand, holding her shaking hips still until one final thrust tilted her overboard. Selina cried out as she came out, it gushed on his face, coating his chin, mouth, and suit. Her legs were shaking around his head as she panted, coming down from her pleasure high.
"Fuck." She whined, "Good boy, mama needed that." Her legs freed Bruce who wiped her spend off his mouth with the back of his hand.
"Lets just say I was hungry." He stood, kissing her. Selena giggled softly in the kiss, pulling his hips closer with her legs.
"Oh hello.." She purred, looking between them. Bruce was rock fucking hard. "Surprised you didn't cum sooner."
"Would you believe magic?" Bruce smirked, pulling off his suit, leaving him in a very loose tie and white button up.
Selina trailed a nail down his buttons, humming. "What you can do is already magic enough, bat." She flipped, bending over the desk and arching her back to meet his hips.
"I'll show you magic." He leaned into her ear, kissing her neck, shoulder, anywhere he could praise while pulling his hard cock out of his pants. Selina shivered, a small motion even though her skin was melting. His hand held her hip as he suck into her sex. She was warm and tight and perfect and his. Bruce's thrusting was slow at first, picking up speed when he found a rhythm.
Selina's moans were so perfect. She was so perfect. Bruce let out a small growl, just a pleasured sound from the back of his throat. Fuck. He needed more. His hips snapped against her, dominating and feral.
A careful hand in between Selina's shoulder blades pressed her against the desk, holding her in place as that bundle of nerves in her sex was abused over and over again, causing her to go slack and jelly. Cheek pressed on the cold desk, eyes rolled into her skull and moans that sounded like a heavenly church choir, Selina Kyle was the epitome of beauty. Bruce kicked her legs wider, deepening each thrust with a grunt. The desk creaked and scooted on the rug, neither cared, so caught up in the pleasure of each other.
Bruce groaned, his thrusts becoming sloppy as they started to loose rhythm. Fuck he was going to cum. Selina cried out, back arching as she came. It was too much, too tight, too warm. Her perfume was all around him, her voice was replaying in his ears, her beautiful body pressed and molded into his. With one last snap of his hips he came. Bruce pulled out quickly, he didn't mean to-
Selina could feel his panic through her sex high. She panted, taking his hand. "I'm on," She panted, shutting her eyes. "the pill. Don't- Don't worry." With those words Bruce eased. He sat back in his chair, admiring the view. Selina's pussy leaking his cum, her beautiful frame still bent over his desk and her legs shaking still.
A soft smile came over his lips before he carefully moved her onto his lap. Selina curled up, shoes cluttering to the floor. Bruce kissed her forehead, arms wrapping around her so securely.
"How was that? Magic enough?" He joked, leaning over and opening of the the desk drawers. Inside was a blanket, he kept it in his office for when one of his kids visited and inevitably napped on his couch while he worked. He covered Selina with the blanket, listening to her hum contently.
"Very magic, thank you Brucie." She purred, cuddling close to him and dozing off for a quick catnap. Bruce smiled, pressing their foreheads together.
Bruce Wayne was the luckiest man in Gotham City.