Clark grabs Rosana’s knees to burrow himself further into her. He hears the hitch in her voice when their hips meet. He trails open kisses down her neck and down as far as her neck whole would allow. Rosana giggles. Clark smiles back at her. Clark places his hand on the hem of her shirt but puts her hand over his. Clark knows that Rosana is insecure about her body. It breaks his heart. Clark thinks she’s the most beautiful woman in the world but he knows nothing he says will convince her. So he shows her in the only way he knows how. He looks to her for permission. Rosana looks weary but does not stop him. Clark does not overlook the trust in that look. He presses a kiss to the sliver of skin he exposed, the curve of her stomach. If he wasn’t Superman, Clark was sure he wouldn’t have felt the tremor that ran through her body. He pulls her pants down, kissing every little inch of skin as he reveals it. Rosana relaxes into his touch but Clark does notice her smooth down her shirt. Clark pulls her pants over her ankles then looks to Rosana as he hooks his hands in her underwear. She nods enthusiastically.
Clark kisses the insides of Rosana’s thighs, laying his cheek against the warm skin. Rosana’s eyes lull. Clark nearly purrs when her hands find purchase in his curls, gently tugging at his scalp. Clark groans to stop a less manly sound from escaping his lips. The smell of her heat making it impossible for the man of steel to refrain from devouring her any longer. Rosana’s hands still in his hair before gripping tighter. His name falling from her lips like a prayer but Clark is the one worshipping at the altar. Everything that wasn’t Rosana fell from his awareness. Her smell, her moans, her heat, her softness. Rosie was so soft. Her phone was ringing. And she was answering it. Clearly she isn’t as taken by the moment as he was. “Rosie,” he warns.
“What if its important?”
“More important than this.”
Rosana gives him an apologetic look as she answers the phone. Clark rests his head on her thigh, not letting her forget that he’s here.
“What is it?” Rosana asks.
Clark can hear her sister on the other end. “Mom and dad are driving me crazy. When are you coming home?” Clark tries to focus on other things and give her some privacy. Then again she was in his room. In his bed. He drew patterns into Rosana’s thigh until he remembered that stack of laundry still sitting in the corner. He should’ve put that away but he didn’t know Rosana was gonna want to come to his room after class. Either way he wasn’t moving now. “Okay bye.” Clark turns his head back up to his girlfriend. “Sorry. You were right it was nothing.
“So when am I gonna meet your parents?”
“You were eavesdropping," Rosana accuses.
“Your phone is really loud.” Rosana rolls her eyes, clearly wanting to get back to certain activities but she was the one taking phone calls. Clark sits up. “They live here right?”
“Yeaaah,” she drawls out.
Clark climbs up to lay his head next to hers. “You don’t want me to meet them?”
Rosana rolls one of his curls between her fingers. “My parents are an acquired taste.”
“Aren’t they all?”
Rosana smiles and it's like the warmth of the sun. “You’re beautiful, Rosana”
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Rosana walks through their bedroom. She can tell Bruce is in their bathroom. The light is on, with the door cracked. She walks into the bathroom and Bruce jumps. Rosana yelps. Bruce isn’t an easy person to spook. And his reaction puts her on edge.
“What do you want?” His eyes are wide like a deer in headlights.
Rosana puts her hands in the air. “Nothing. I just saw that you were in here.”
Bruce attempts to slide the bottle in his hand amongst his colognes and face wash. “What are you doing?”
“Nothing.”
Rosana reaches around him and he doesn’t dare to stop her. He makes to retreat when Rosana sees it. “Hair dye, baby.”
Bruce puts his face in his hands.
“I didn’t know you-”
“It's preventative!”
“Okay!” Rosana approaches Bruce slowly.
Bruce’s shoulders slouch. “I think I saw a grey hair yesterday.”
Rosana laughs. “One grey hair?!”
Bruce tightens his jaw but instead of looking like the batman he looks like a toddler about to throw a tantrum. “It’s not funny.”
“Baby, I have tons of grey hairs.”
“But it's not the same is it?” Rosana knows that turning forty can be a tumultuous time but Bruce is always so confident. She just assumed he was above that.
Rosana rubs his tense shoulders. “Baby, it’s okay if you’re going a little grey. I’m sure it will only make you into even more of a very distinguished gentleman.”
Rosana finds Bruce in his study. “Babe, you said you would lay down with me an hour ago.”
“I can’t right now.”
Rosana shuts the door, walks behind his desk, and turns his chair towards her. “What are you doing?” Rosana gets down on her knees. “Rosana.”
“What?” She looks up innocently at Bruce as she unbuckles his pants. She ducks her head under his shirt and places little kisses across his abdomen. Bruce’s eyes fall shut. “I need you. Just a little.”
Bruce runs his hands through her hair. Rosana frees Bruce from his boxers. He’s already half hard. She pumps him with her hand. Bruce’s hands in her hair become more harsh. “Take it.”
“How much?”
“The whole thing.”
“I don’t know if i can”
“You can.” Rosana’s mouth engulfs Bruce’s cock. Bruce’s head falls back in his chair. He grabs a fist full of her hair. Rosana slips a hand between her legs. “Don’t you dare touch yourself.” Rosana starts rubbing herself on his shoe. The desperate sight alone makes Bruce feel tight in his balls. Bruce cums. Rosana knows better than to not take it. She holds it her mouth obediently until Bruce takes a tissue off his desk and places it to her lips. “Spit.” She does as he says and he throws it away. “Well go ahead and finish.” He raises his foot between her legs. “Since you’ve been such a little whore.” Rosana begins to grind down on his shoe, never breaking eye contact with him. Bruce was a strict lover but he wasn’t cruel. He pulls Rosana into his lap and gives her his thigh to ride instead. They’re kiss is wet and sloppy. Rosana’s legs twitch and shake as she nears completion. Bruce kisses down her jaw, her throat, and presses his face between her breasts. She grips the back of the chair for leverage. Bruce’s grip is on her ass. Rosana buries her face in his neck as she desperately rolls her hips. Bruce is already hard again. When she comes, Bruce drags her hips up and down his thigh to watch her twitch. Then bends her over the desk. Rosana yelps. “This is what you wanted.” He flips up her nightdress to find no panties underneath. “This is really what you wanted.”
Bruce pulls his boxer down past his hips. “Wait-” Rosana’s whimper dies on her tongue as Bruce pushes into her. She was so wet Bruce was easily able to slip through her folds at a steady pace. Rosana’s head lulls onto the table. The steady thump against the desk and the slap of skin the only sound in the room. Rosana grips the edge of the desk. Bruce pushes the straps of her nightgown out of the way to press kisses on the exposed skin down her shoulders. “My beautiful distraction. Fuck you feel so good. I can’t believe I almost turned this down.” Rosana for her part couldn't speak a word. Her cunt was overly sensitive and she was doing everything she could not to shout and alert the house as to what they were doing. She merely moans in response. “I love you.” Rosana came but Bruce wasn’t done yet. He lifts her leg on the desk, pushing in deeper. Her nails drag down the desk in vain. “I told you you would take it all. Are you gonna be a good girl? Are you gonna do as you’re told?”
“Yes,” Rosana whimpers.
Bruce rubs her clit. Tears slip down Rosana’s cheeks.
Bruce increases his pace. Rosana begins to worry someone will hear. “Bruce.”
“Say my name again.”
Bruce slows his thrusts to place hot open mouthed kisses down her neck. “Bruce,” Rosana moans.
Bruce slams back into her, knocking the air right out of her lungs. Rosana braces herself as he slams back in again. Her arms are shaking as Bruce slides almost all the way out to slam back in again. Rosana collapses onto the desk. Bruce’s hips stuttering before she feels his hot cum spill inside of her. He grunts into her ear. Chills run down Rosana’s spine.
Bruce kisses the place between her shoulder blades, sliding Rosana’s nightgown back onto her shoulder. “Are you alright, darling?”
Rosana nods dumbly. “Good.” Bruce kisses her hair before pulling out and standing up. He slouches back in his chair before putting himself away. “Go back to bed and wait for me there.”
Stunned, Rosana pushes herself off the desk. Bruce grabs her hips before she can walk away from him. “Yes?”
Note- SMUT!! Rosana never changed her name legally but she is colloqially known as Mrs. Wayne.
Rosana comes to WE.
Rosana pulls in front of Wayne Enterprises. The valet rushes to open the door for her. “Good afternoon Mrs. Wayne.” Bruce’s entire staff refers to her as Mrs. Wayne.
“Good morning, Jimmy.” He puts his hand out and helps her out of her car. “Can I take your keys?”
“Thank you so much.” Rosana hands him her keys. But he rushes to beat her to the door so he can open it for her. Another employee from inside sees her walk in and holds the next door open for her. Rosana knows by now not to bother telling them not to so she just says, “thank you.”
She pulls out her key card from her wallet. “Please proceed, Mrs. Wayne.”
Rosana makes her way to the elevator and punches the button to the highest floor.
When she gets to the top floor, Bruce’s employees are bending over backwards to get out of her way. They wave, nod, and one man bows. Rosana strides into Bruce’s office. “...and so I think for this quarter…” Bruce looks up to see his wife. Lucsous turns to see what he’s looking at and quickly excuses himself. He closes the door on his way out.
Rosana quickly makes her way to Bruce’s desk. “Hi, darling. What are you doing here?” Rosana sets the bag she brought on his desk. “Well since I was home for once I thought I’d come up here and play doting wife.” She sits in Bruce’s lap.
“Thank you.” He wraps his arm around her, the other laying on her bare legs.
Rosana opens the bag to present her gift. “I brought your disgusting green juice.” Bruce chuckles. She presents a box of tupperware. “And a chicken sandwich. Breast right out of the oven, which admittedly Alfred did cook. But I put it all together.” Rosana smiles looking very impressed with herself.
Bruce kisses her on the cheek. “What did I do to deserve you?”
Bruce eats his lunch enthusiastically. He bullies Rosana into a few bites. Rosana dabs the corners of his mouth with a napkin. He smiles from being doted on. Rosana knows he loves it. She kisses his cheek.
The smell of his cologne draws her back in to kiss the lovely skin on his neck. Bruce’s grip on Rosana tightens. She kisses underneath his jaw. He loops Rosana’s leg over his, making her straddle him. Rosana squeals. She wraps her arms around his shoulders. They share a few pecks. Bruce grabs her ass, kneading it in his hand. “Baby,” Rosana reprimands. Bruce uses his other hand to bring her mouth back to his. He slips his tongue into her mouth. Rosana moans around his tongue. Her hips twitch. Bruce’s hands slide to her hips encouraging her to ride his thigh. Rosana pulls back. “Bruce.”
Bruce kisses the spot behind her ear and whispers, “Don’t act like this isn’t what you came here for.” He kisses down her neck. “Here I thought my wife was being sweet.” His hands continuing to help Rosana to ride his thigh. Rosana pants trying to gain the will to stop. Instead her hands grips the chair for leverage to grind on her husband's delicious thigh. Bruce pulls down her shirt, submerging his face in her breasts. “You make me lunch to wet my appetite and withhold my dessert.” He stands up and pushes Rosana onto his desk. Her skirt riding up, exposing her panties. Unfortunately Bruce bought most of her underwear, seeing the skimpy lace he likes only inflames her husband more. “You naughty girl.” He grips her feet in his hands. Rosana hangs her head off the desk to look back at the door. “Look at me.” Bruce’s command sends electricity through Rosana. He kisses her ankle before hauling her legs over his shoulders.
“Someone’s gonna walk in.”
Bruce kisses her core over her panties. “Only if you don’t keep your mouth shut.” Bruce kisses back up her thighs making Rosana whimper. “Are you gonna be a good girl?” Rosana lifts her hips so Bruce can take her panties off.
Bruce laps up Rosana’s arousal. Rosana holds her hand over her mouth praying the staff can’t hear them. But Bruce's large office echoes with the sounds of her wetness.
Bruce hardly has to work at all to bring her to completion. Her back arches off the desk. Yet he continues his assault. Rosana tries to close her legs over her aching cunt but Bruce isn’t having it, using his hands to hold her down. Rosana grips the hair on Bruce’s head. “Oh please.” But the pulling soon turns to pushing as another orgasm comes close. Tears roll down Rosana's face.
Bruce wipes her juice from his mouth as he stands. He grabs Rosana’s face. “You drive me crazy.” The two make out like teenagers. Bruce pulls back. “Ride me.” He kisses her.
“We can’t.” He kisses her again. “We’ll get caught.”
Bruce picks her up and holds her in his chair again. “Please. Ride me, baby.”
The begging sends her over the edge. Rosana unzips his pants.
No matter how many times they fuck Rosana swears Bruce always feels better than she remembers. “So big, baby.”
“You can handle it, darling.” She bounces on her husband’s cock and knows she’s ruined for other men. His tight grip on her hips encouraging her to go faster.
“Please baby please.” She didn’t know what she’s begging for when she’s in complete control but Bruce always does. He plants his feet on the ground and starts fucking up into her. “Oh. Fuck, baby. Yes.” His hard thrust hitting just the right spot. She lost the rhythm of her thrusts.
Bruce stops thrusting. “I’m not gonna do all the work.”
“Baby, stop.” Rosana tiredly rolls her hips trying to get herself there. Bruce lets her for a few minutes. “Please, baby. Fuck me hard. I need it.” Bruce picks her up and places her back on the desk. He holds both of her hands the way she likes and presses them onto the desk and fucks her hard and fast.
When they cum, Bruce stuffs her panties in his jacket and makes her go home without them.
Bruce enters his bedroom without a sound. Lest he wake the wild creatire sleeping in his bed. He closes the door, sealing the room in darkness before he peels back the curtains around their bed to get a peek at his sleeping angel in the silk he had wrapped her in. He loved to come home to her like this.
Bruce changes his clothes. The quiet companionable silence washing over him calms his heart. He climbs into bed but his angel stirs, to used to his silence to be fooled. She came over to his side of the bed to lay in his arms. Now he would have to use all his self restraint not to think of how painfully hard he was. All the same Bruce wraps his arms around her, relieved to feel her soft skin against his. Rosana places what to the unsuspecting eye is an innocent kiss on his cheek. But it is the final crack in his self control. Bruce presses a lingering kiss to her lips. Rosana reciprocates. Bruce rolls Rosana under him. She was always so submissive at night. Too tired to be a little brat. She moans when he settles between her legs. “Bruce,” her voice husky with sleep. How was he expected to resist her? Bruce plies her with kisses. Pulling more beautiful moans from her throat. Bruce slips his hand between her thighs. The feeling of her wet panties would’ve brought him to his knees if he had been standing up. He slid them to the side and inserted a finger, then two then three. Rosana whines, her nails digging into his biceps, her hips moving at the pace his fingers set. “Are you ready for me?” Bruce can admit he was impatient. Rosana nods eagerly so he replaces his fingers with his cock and slowly pushes in. Rosana inhales sharply. Bruce groans. Her warm walls welcome him home. It is hard to hold back but he prized himself on self control. His hips flush with hers he gives Rosana a moment. She takes a breath. Her lungs were so close to his they could be in his chest. Her legs wrap around him, holding him tight to her body as her hips began to roll into his. Bruce presses his face into Rosana's neck rolling his hips back. His body only having the strength to move hid hips. A broken moan falls from Rosana's throat. He pants desperately in her ear. “Damn darling, I'm close.” He's too wound up from patrol and there's no way Rosana's close.
“Just come, baby. It's alright.” His fucking angel too damm good for him. His body tenses. He groans into Rosana's neck.
She rubs his back as he comes down. Bruce rolls off her then pulls her back to his chest. There is no way hes gonna let her go unsatisfied. He pulls up that nightgown. “Bruce?”
“I got you darling.” He slides his hand into her panties and rubs her clit in tight slow circles. Rosana's hips twist away at the sudden touch but Bruce holds her legs open.
A quiet “Oh,” falls from Rosanas lips. Her hips twich in his grip.
“I got you.”
“Please-” She doesn't finish as she cums. Bruce keeps rubbing until she begs him to stop, collapsing in his arms.
Bruce told her not to masturbate while he was gone. It was sort of like his promise to come home in one piece.
News outlets around the world were covering the aliens in New York, so the whole family was in the watchtower.
The League beat them back but had to go off world to ensure earth's safety. Rosana had been on the verge of tears, unable to unfurl her grip on his cowl. Bruce had given the children their orders and they had nodded dutifully and choked down their fear. But this was new to her. “We won’t be gone long.” Bruce pressed his lips to her ear. “You better be good while I'm gone. And don't even think about touching yourself.”
Hal and Barry’s mouths fell open as the look on Rosana’s face clearly indicated what Batman had said to her. Thankfully the children were standing behind her and Bruce's face gave nothing away.
Rosana ducks her head from view. Her fingers tighten still.
“Hmm?” Bruce prompts her.
“Mmhmm.” Rosana nods, eyes like a dear in headlights.
“Good girl.”
Rosana was at work when Bruce got home. He relieved the kids of their duties and sent them back to their homes.
She gasps, running into his arms. Just laying her head in the crook of his neck. The smell of his body wash sending calm throughout her whole body. Bruce picks her up by her thighs to keep her in his arms for as long as possible. Rosana plants a kiss on his lips; he eagerly returns and walks her to their bedroom. Bruce kicks the door closed, laying Rosana down on their California king. Rosana desperately unbuckles his pants. Bruce grips her chin in his hand. He runs his hand over her round cheeks and plump lips. She looks up at him. “Were you a good girl while I was gone?”
“Yes,” Rosana replies without hesitation.
Bruce bends over Rosana, knee resting on the bed. His large body luming over her. “Look at you. You’d say anything for it right now wouldnt you.”
“Bruce,” rosana pleads
Bruce slips a hand between her thighs that Rosana swats off. Bruce eyes widen.
“Fuck me, please.”
Any other day Bruce would have pushed back but tonight he slips Rosana’s panties aside and pushes into her. Rosana’s breath hitches. He kisses her sweetly to soothe the burn. Rosana whines as he sinks into her inch by inch. Her fingers are coming to claw at his back. Bruce cradles her head between his forearms “I got you.”
Rosana’s tight walls are begging him to sink in all at once. This pussy was made for him. “So perfect, darling.” Bruce rubs her legs, giving her shallow thrusts before feeding her more.
Rosana rolls her head back. The broken whimper leaving her throat. Her hip rolling to meet every thrust. “More, baby.”
Her walls clench around him. Rosana arches her back and Bruce slides in all the way. Rosana's mouth falls open. All the air pushed out of her lungs. The tight grip she had on his body going lax.
Bruce pushes her dress off her shoulder to kiss the skin to bring her back to him. Slowly she wraps her arms and legs around him again. “You with me sweetheart.”
She nods.
Bruce presses his forehead to hers. He moves slowly at first pulling out and sinking back in. Rosana closes her eyes as Bruce makes love to her. The feeling overwhelming. “Look at me.”
Rosana's eyes flutter open. It is hard for Rosana to keep her eyes open when they make love. It is hard to see the devotion and intensity of Bruce's gaze. She feels tears sting her eyes but she holds his gaze nonetheless. He caresses her jaw. “Thats my girl.” He kisses her softly. Rosana chases his lips. His thick cock feeling so good inside her.
“Bruce please.”
“What do you want, baby? Tell me what you need.”
“Harder.”
“I don't want it to be over too fast, sweetheart. Wanna stay inside you.”
And Bruce kept his word on that Rosana lost track of how long they fucked the first time. Her mind had long since slipped into subspace, when her world came crashing down around her. Her body convulsing from the pleasure, her dress a mess of their arousal.
The first thing she remembers is Bruce kissing between her breast. The sound of her dress ripping. If she felt anyway about that it was too far away. Bruce mumbles, "I'll buy you another one,” kissing down her stomach. He laps at her skin, biting and sucking hickies into her. Rosana arches her back. She had forgotten how good his tongue feels.
She must have truly been out of it because she pushes Bruce's head down to her cunt. He must've been fiending for a taste because he went down without issue.
Then Bruce stripped her dress off, throwing it to the floor. He crawls up her body. “One more, sweetheart?”
“Mmhmm.” Rosana hasn’t often turned down a fuck. Not from Bruce. And he’d been gone for so long. She lets him roll her onto her stomach. She pushes herself onto her knees but after he lays a pillow under her hips Bruce pulls her to lay flat. God she loves prone bone but Bruce didn't always like it. Rosana thinks he has a subconscious fear of suffocating her but after the time apart they could both do with a little suffocation.
Rosana moans just from Bruce’s weight pressing her body into the mattress. “Im not even inside you yet.”
“Dont tease.” Rosana whines. Rosana only got increasingly more sensitive after orgasms. Bruce easily slid inside of her now. Rosana whines, pressing her face into the mattress.
When Rosana comes home the next day Bruce is not downstairs to greet her. He wasn't at WE but given his double life he could literally be anywhere. She went upstairs to change only to find her husband sitting on their bed arms folded. “Hello?”
“Hi, darlin, how was your day?” His tone solidified that she was in trouble for something.
“Good. How was your day? Did something happen?”
“Well I went through the house security footage for the time I was gone to make sure the house was still secure for my sweet wife.” Rosana freezes. “And i found the most interesting video.” He flips his phone around to show their bedroom in infrared. Rosana was riding a pillow between her legs.
Rosana’s mouth went dry. “W-why do you have security cameras in our bedroom?”
Bruce stands up, towering over her. “To make sure no one ever takes you from me.” He backs her into their dresser. “Why were you masturbating when I told you to wait for me?”
“Technically you said not to touch myself.” Rosans says not meeting his eyes.
Bruce pulls Rosana into his arms and spanks her on the ass. Rosana falls into Bruce. She is too dizzy to retaliate. Maybe she was a freak just like her husband. Her panties were damp from this confrontation. “Is that how good girls behave, looking for loopholes to disobey me? You lied to me.”
“You put a camera in our room to spy on me.”
Bruce grips her firmly by the hips. “You just want me to let you do whatever you want. Be a greedy little slut and think there'll be no consequences.
“Bruce im sorry.”
“Oh you’re sorry now.” He grips her chin in his hand.
“Youre mine. Do you think anyone one else could handle you besides me.”
“No,” Rosana responds quickly lest she awaken his jealousy too.
Bruce tilts his head. “Thats what you said to me last night.”
“I'm sorry baby.” She glances down at Bruce’s hard on. “You know I can't help myself. I don't mean to disappoint you. I'm weak.” She palms his bulge. “Please forgive me.”
Bruce kisses her. “You little minx. You know I can't resist you.” Rosana gets down on her knees. Bruce is soft, running his hands down the side of her face. She pulls down his sweats. The smell of his musk fills her senses. She was truly beyond help. Her pussy clenching just at the smell of him.
Bruce wraps her hair around his fist as she takes him into her mouth. She closes her eyes at the sensation. His cock even feels good in her mouth. She moans. Bruce shudders under her touch. He really couldn't resist her. She knew she wasn't a porn star or anything but Bruce always reacted like she did backflips for him. It made being with him addicting… on top of his adonis figure, and her soft dom kink he fulfilled. She grips his hips. “Touch yourself. Im gonna fuck you as soon as im done.” Rosana rolls her clit before sliding two fingers inside her. Rosana couldn't help bouncing a little on her own fingers. Her hips moving of their own accord. She thought after yesterday she wouldn't need more but she was addicted to Bruce Wayne. The feel of his in her mouth, his hands in her hair, his smell. Her breath hitches. “Bruce.”
“Dont you dare cum.”
“Please.”
“No.” Her eyes burn as she pulls her fingers out of her pussy. Bruce smirks. “Are you gonna start crying?”
“Bruce,” she whines.
“Suck my cock.”
Rosana hollows out her cheeks and sucks harder. Bruce groans. “I’m cumming.” He was already hard when he was confronting her, probably watching the video of her pleasuring herself. The freak. “Take it.” Bruce came in her mouth.
Bruce closes his eyes and leans on the dresser. His shirt sleeve rides up and she can see the veins popping out of his forearms. Her painties are completely ruined. He plucks a tissue from her nightstand and places it at her lips. “Spit.” Rosana does as shes told and Bruce throws it away.
Rosana stays on her knees until Bruce helps her up. “You’re so good to me.” His kiss is overwhelming. He wraps his arms around her. There is nothing to do but submit. She opens her mouth desperate to feel every part of him.
Being with Bruce was almost like a drug to her. Rosana has always been more submissive in bed but the sheer power that Bruce asserted was intoxicating she wants him almost all the time.
