older! bruce wayne x reader | a/n at the bottom!
“fuck, you’re perfect” bruce murmurs into your ear, his pelvis hitting against your ass harshly as he fucks you from behind.
“you’re doing so good for me.” bruce praises lazily as if he’s not aware of what he’s doing to you. your body feels on fire, your head dizzy from bruce’s strong arms locking you into a tight headlock. “you’d let me know if it’s too much, right, baby?”
you mange to give him a small nod as his bicep flexes against your jaw, his arm wrapping tighter as he continues his harsh pace.
“feels good.” you slur out dumbly, your hand wrapping around the lower part of his arm.
“yeah?” he questions lazily as he continues to thrust’s into you, slowing down a bit just to tease.
“i’m making you feel good?”
“hm, you’re good for my ego, baby.” bruce mumbles softly into your cheek, his mustache tickling you. his arm unwraps around your neck, just for his hand to grab softly at your jaw to angle your face closer. letting his lips press over your face, kissing you softly.
“you’re so pretty, you know that?” he kisses one more time before he bites into your cheek, making sure not to take a harsh enough bite to leave any mark on your pretty face.
“should keep you for myself.” bruce grumbles, biting your cheek again. “how many?”
“how many what?” you breathe, trying to stay focused on his words, but it’s hard when he’s all over you. you physically can’t pay attention for long, especially while he’s fucking you this good.
“how many boys are you seeing, baby?”
“just you.” you admit, you couldn’t be with any other guys your age after meeting bruce. he raised your expectations. he’s older, he treat’s you with respect, he spoils you rotten, and he knows how to fuck you.
you just couldn’t see yourself with another man.
“good, let’s keep it that way.” he picks up the pace again, thrusting harder as if he’s making a point that no one can make you feel this good. “those boys don’t know how to treat my baby right anyways, hm?”
you nod, stupidly agreeing to whatever he says.
“that’s right, sweetheart.” he grins, letting his arm wrap around you again; trapping you in another headlock.
“now be a good girl and come on this cock.”
a/n: pornstache! bruce wayne, i love you.
