welcome home (nsfw)
absolute!bruce wayne x fem!reader
mentions: SPOILERS FOR ABSOLUTE BATMAN #10!!!!, established relationship, kinda angsty, comes back after ark m, lets pretend he has teeth in this one ty, yearninggggg, makeout sesh (ish?), missionary, soft sex, mentions of fingering and oral (f!recieving), big dick! bruce because yes he does, creampie, use of petname (sweetheart) like once, eye contact, sliiiiight dirty talk??
(you're telling me i NEVER wrote for absolute!bruce.... this changes now)
🎧 --bye by ariana grande (altare remix)
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it’s been three months since you last saw bruce, and you were absolutely petrified
a week? not bad. a month? sure, maybe there were some issues on the way back home. but three? this was the longest he’s ever been from home, the longest he’s ever been away
and those three months felt like time trapped— three months since you felt bruce’s lips on yours, three months since he was sleeping beside you with his big arms around your waist, three months since he’d give you that soft smile only reserved for you, three months since he left to break in ark m
until one night, he finally came back— and the familiar sight of the man you love made the weight of the world drop from your shoulders
there he was, standing in front of the door you opened. bruce was wearing a hoodie zipped up, with the fabric doing little to hide his bulky figure as he wore a cap. meanwhile, you were wearing one of bruce’s old shirts with eyes widened from the sight
“bruce?” your voice was slightly shaky in disbelief, but your breath got caught when he silently and slowly took off the cap, eyes scanning his face like you’re trying to memorize him all over again
his black hair — the same locks that you’d run your fingers through— was gone and now replaced with a buzzcut. the tiredness, sharpness and fatigue was evident in his face as he stared at you with those all-familiar blue eyes that looked like they had seen it all. yet under the edge that carried in them, they still had that softness and relief that was only for you— a look you missed for three months
bruce looked like hell, and that made your heart ache
you silently pressed your lips into a thin line and closing your eyes to calm yourself down, refraining from watering up your eyes. the idea of bruce finally coming back, but like this made you wish you could have done something— even though you couldn’t
a large hand went to your chin to gently tilt your head up to face him— a gesture that was gentle, grounding, and all too familiar. “look at me” bruce murmured, his voice low and slightly roughened. your ears rang from his voice that you missed hearing for so long, your skin welcoming the familiar warmth from his hand that you craved
and when you slowly open your eyes, there he stood— bruce wayne, his face clearer under the light due to how close he was. but it wasn’t the sharp lines or shadows on his face that you focused on, it was his eyes— still blue, still intense, still soft when they look at you
your lips slightly part for words to come out, but nothing comes out at first due to how much that was sitting at your chest all at once—relief, hurt, love, anger, all tangled up
bruce’s thumb brushed lightly under your chin to ground you. “im here” he said quietly. “im here.” as if he was reminding you instead of convincing you.
your hand comes up almost instinctively, resting against his wrist before sliding up to his face for your fingers to trace along his cheek— like you need to confirm every inch of him is real.
“three months” you whispered with a trembling voice, despite your best effort to steady it. “bruce… i thought-" your voice breaks for a second, eyes getting watery despite your efforts. “i thought i lost you”
and that lands hard, making his expression shift into something deeper than guilt. maybe it was regret, or the weight of knowing exactly what he put you through and choosing it anyway because he had too
“you didn’t” bruce said, now stepping inside your shared apartment and closing the door behind him with his foot without looking away from you
“it felt like it did”
“... i know”
he admitted that quietly after his gaze softened for a second from your words. you sniffed from your efforts to hold back your tears as you took your other hand to slide into bruce’s buzzed hair, the stubble a feeling you’d have to get used to.
“i hate that you were there alone” you admitted under your breath. “i hate that you had to go through that alone”
his hand shifted from your chin to cradle your jaw, brushing your cheek with his thumb in a slow, absent motion— like he’s just now remembering what it feels like to touch you. “you’re the reason i made it through” bruce murmured, and that made you lift your watery eyes to meet his
“there were nights…” he continued with his voice lower and quieter, as if he’s carefully choosing each word. “when that place gets inside your head. makes you question what’s real and what’s not”
a pause
“you were the one thing i didn’t let it touch”
“bruce…”
“i held onto you. every second”
and that was it, because whatever control you had in you left the moment you closed the distance fully, pulling bruce into your lips as you kissed him with aching and desperation— as if trying to give back everything he lost in those three months all at once
bruce responded immediately, kissing you with the same emotions as the same hand that cradled your jaw slid to the back of your neck while the other tightened at your waist, pulling you against him. god, he’s missed this so much— as if it’s the first real thing he’s had since stepping into ark m
one tear finally slips from your eye, then another. his hand moves back to your face to wipe your tears with his thumb. the messy, emotional and real kiss you shared with bruce slowly softened into something deeper and slower— as if grounding each other in yourself
you finally— and reluctantly— pulled away, uneven pants of air leaving both of you with foreheads on one another, blue eyes on yours.
and once bruce finally caught his breath, he leaned in for another dip of your lips— almost as if he was making sure this was real, that he still wasn’t test subject 27, that ark m wasn’t pulling tricks on his mind
but he knew it wasn’t a dream the moment he heard you sigh in his lips, and that’s when bruce realized that he was finally home to you
his hands dropped to your waist, picking you up and walking towards the bedroom all without pulling his lips from yours. like muscle memory, your legs wrapped around his waist with both of your hands cupping his face-- as if not wanting to let go of him any second
and when you finally reached the shared bedroom and bruce placed your body ever so gently on the bed, both of you got to work, to make up for the lost time spent
each piece of clothing followed the other onto the floor, the warmth from your bodies being the only thing you two could feel. you moaned when you felt bruce’s lips trail to the corner of your neck and brushed on a specific spot on your skin, hands going to his back— not knowing about the green veins and surgical scars that were on his back
you felt the tip of his cock nudge on the entrance of your cunt, making you let out a breathless sigh as you felt his lips leave a trail of kisses down your body. your neck and collarbone, then down to the middle of your boobs and your stomach, until they reach your inner thighs
bruce placed a kiss on your inner thigh, eyes up at yours. “you still remember how to take me, sweetheart?” that was the words of a man who knew his dick was above average, which was why he decided to take matters into his own hands— literally.
he spends the time burying his face and fingers in between your legs, making you cum more times than you can count just so you could take his cock all over again— and that was just from his fingers and tongue alone. even after all this time, he still remembers your body and sounds like the back of his hand
soon, bruce threw your legs over his shoulders as his hands held your inner legs in place, forehead resting on yours and lining his cock with your soaked entrance. he only made you cum from his tongue and fingers yet it was enough for him to get painfully hard with beads of precum at the tip
the stretch you felt the moment the tip entered made an inaudible gasp leave your lips, eyes half lidded and eyebrows slightly furrowed. bruce was so big that every time you took him, it always felt like the first time
“breathe” he whispered, eyes locked on yours and waiting for you to give him the green light for him to continue. and once you slowly inhaled and silently nodded, bruce continued to insert more of his massive length into your pussy. a groan was heard from him as a result of feeling your tight walls squeeze all over him, tightening the grip he had on your legs
once he was fully in, you couldn’t even continue to hold eye contact as your brain felt too dizzy from how full he was making you feel
“still fits like a glove” bruce sighed, feeling your walls trying to remold itself back to his size. due to the close proximity, all you had to do was slightly lean your head up to pull bruce into a slow, messy kiss, in which he happily reciprocated
and when he felt your pussy walls now loosening and now perfectly snugged around his cock, it was all he needed to feel before starting to move in you— slow, but deep. his cock nudged on all the right places that bruce didn’t even need to pick up the pace, and it wasn’t like he wanted to anyway. he wanted to take his time with you, to fully satisfy his craving of you
“god, i missed you--” thrust. “—so much—" thrust. “—so fucking much” thrust
you couldn’t even respond to bruce, not when his eyes weren’t wavering on yours, not when you finally felt him after so long, not when the wet, lewd sounds were what was entering your ears, not when all you could think about was the space that his cock was perfectly filling up in you. the only response you could give him was soft sounds of his name leaving your lips. and to bruce, that was enough
one more deep thrust into your cervix and it was enough for your orgasm to soon wash out all over bruce, feeling his cock slowly get soaked and the skin slaps sounding more lewd with each thrust. your walls squeezed on him so tight it made him let out a grunt before trailing it to a guttural groan and joining you in your bliss of euphoria, thick ropes of cum oozing out and burying themselves deep in your cunt
slowly, both of you broke the kiss, staring at each other with satisfied gazes and panting out uneven breaths. maybe it was the post-orgasm, maybe it was just the way you looked beautiful in your afterglow, but it was enough for bruce to murmur three words with sincerity and softness
“i love you”
a second later and you gave him a dazed, tired smile as your hands slid up to cup his face, thumbs idly tracing over his cheeks before pulling him into one more kiss, a soft one that gave bruce his response to his confession. i love you too
home sweet home
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(a/n: will get back on those last three drinks dw!! should start maaaaybe tmr?? give or take also HELLOOOO 1.6K???)
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