Couple's Therapy
Heavy nsfw, not much plot build up, unedited word vomit, degrading and feminizing language themes and names, slut, whore, bad girl, good girl, pussy, clit/clitty, explicit mentions and descriptions of cheating, y/n appears one (1) time, reader is referred to as the man and you, reader has a cock, short description of the readers cock- i tried to keep if vague but im a slut, sorry 😞
Description:
Bruce knows his husband is cheating on him with multiple guys and Jonathan doesn't even try hiding it. He comes home looking fucked, smelling like sex and men, covered in hickies, and leaking cum. But the real problem is that Bruce gets off on it. He gets off on the knowledge that his prissy little husband still has the fucking gall to look him in the eye and act all high and mighty while hes slutting himself out to other men daily.
Bruce has expectations for himself. He's self-disciplined, independent, successful, smart, sweet, and above all else, hes loyal to his beloved Jonathan. Never once has Bruce entertained the idea of sharing his lover, nor did he ever think Jonathan would ever cheat on him. But he's not a prude. Bruce has had threesomes, he's slept with more than one person in the same night- hell, he's been to an orgy. But those things were different. It was casual. He never gave his life to any of them, never promised to love them forever, never married any of them. It was just sex, with people who also wanted just sex. Bruce was supposed to love and dote on Jonathan as they got older and greyer. He wasn't supposed to want to, what- pimp his husband out like a common gotham street whore.
But Jonathan makes the idea so attractive. Jonathan makes Bruce want to do things he'd never dared to imagine- say things he'd kill any man for saying to his lover. He makes Bruce want to hurt him- to pull his hair, slap his pretty face and cute little ass, to call him names that would have Bruce's mother feinting. The thought of his Jonathan crying for him- crying for another man, makes Bruce go all dizzy and dumb.
Bruce is thinking with his cock when he comes home to the sound of Jonathan's pretty little moans, the rapid thump of their marital bed banging against the wall. Bruce's heart thumps in his ears as he climbs the stairs- noises growing louder the closer he gets to the source. He's hard as a rock when he finally opens the door to their bedroom, mouth drying at the sight of his lover ass up and being drilled into the mattress by a- rather handsome young man.
The man looks over and offers a crooked- scheming, smile that crinkles the corners of his eyes. "There you are!" You chirp happily, like you and Bruce went way back, like this was a casual surprise meeting between two old friends at a grocery store- not like a man helping someones husband cheat- not while he's fucking said husband.
"We've been waiting for you-" You pull Jonathan's head up by a grip in his hair. "Jonny said you'd be soon, but he was wrong. Weren't you Jonny?"
Bruce's eyes snap to Jonathan when he makes a choked off needy little moan and- fuck. The expression his lover is making is downright sinful; he's crying and drooling, pretty blue eyes red-rimmed and brimming with tears, pretty lips all red and puffy, spit slicked from kissing- or sucking cock. When Jonathan see's Bruce his moans get higher pitched and breathy. He arches his back and puts on a show for Bruce- whose heart is beating so fast he might drop dead right here.
"Look at him- needy little slut." You slap Jonathan's already red ass, your hand moving from his hair to wrap around his throat. You squeeze to feel him tighten up but let go quickly so you can twist your wrist and hold onto his jaw instead- forcing him to look at Bruce. "Ah fuck- you're so tight baby, you like it when daddy watches you get your pretty little pussy edged?" Jonathan's moan is obscene, his pretty blue eyes focused on Bruce- begging Bruce.
Meanwhile, Bruce has died and gone to heaven. There's just no way this is actually real- Bruce's eyes fall between Jonathan's legs and he finally snaps. Bruce drops his suitcase, hastily stripping off his jacket and tie as he makes his way over to his lover- and his lovers new boyfriend. Once there, Bruce squats down to get a better look at the obscenity between his Jonathan's legs; There, sat where a cock used to be is a pretty, pink little cage and inside Jonathan's cock is an angry, swollen red, drooling through the urethral hole in the hard plastic.
You must sense what Bruce is so interested in, because you pull Jonathan up to his knees by his throat and slow your thrusts- grinding in deep to hear Jonathan moan and to get his caged cock twitching. "See that princess?" You're beginning to sound affected, voice taking on a breathier tone as you talk to Bruce's lover. "Daddy wants to look at your clitty-" Bruce's cock gives a hard kick in his slacks- fuck, he could cum right here just from hearing the way you talk. "Why don't you show him princes? Show daddy your pussy." Jonathan whines when you pull out, not wanting his slutty little hole empty. Theres a loud clap that startles Bruce from his trance, Jonathan yelps from the hard slap you delivered.
"Don't be a whore Jonny, show daddy what he wants to see." You sit back on your haunches and slowly stroke your own length- you're big, not as thick as Bruce, but you're definitely longer and pretty. The tip is an angry red, pre cum beads at the slit as you stroke and smear it over the head. You're curved slightly near the middle, tip going upwards.
You chuckle at Bruce's gaze, thumbing over your slit. "Like what you see, daddy?" You purr, cock giving a little twitch.
Bruce's mouth goes dry at the pure sin you radiate. His chest flutters and he immediately looks away, casting his attention back to his beloved Jonathan, who's on his back, whining for it.
"Look-" a needy little whine forces from Jonathan's throat. "Look at my pussy daddy." Jonathan says. His voice is all breathy and needy, hands holding his legs spread wide.
Bruce groans, unable to resist the urge to bury his face in Jonathan's crotch. Jonathan keens high pitched and girly as Bruce licks and sucks on his balls. Theres a whispered curse to Bruce's right and you're stepping in to push Jonathan's leg up higher, nearly pinning his knee to his shoulder.
"Wider baby... Good girl." The praise makes Jonathan whine and his cock twitches against Bruces cheek. Bruce cant help grind his hips into the side of the bed. This is too fucking good. If he dies right here, at least he'll be happy. You're stroking your leaky cock with one hand, the other holding Jonathan open so Bruce can slurp at Jonathan's gaping hole- You must've cum already, because a thick earthy taste greets Bruce's tongue when he licks into Jonathan's hole. Normally he'd think it disgusting to eat another man's cum out of his lover's ass, but Bruce isn't thinking- and it's weirdly sexy. Your cum doesnt taste bad, in fact, mixed with Jonathans taste, it's fucking good. Bruce groans and spreads Jonathans ass wider with his thumbs, pressing his face in as close as he can get so he can get more of that taste.
Above Bruce, Jonathan can't control his noises. He's so fucking loud, keening and moaning, whining for someone to please fuck him and let him cum. And Bruce finally can't wait any longer. He pulls back from Jonathan's ass, so he can shove his pants down and get his aching cock out.
"Unlock him." Bruce says with a nod. His voice sounds so wrecked he can hardly recognize himself. But you're already scrambling up from the bed to grab the key- fucking eager.
Bruce sits up against the headboard, lazily stroking his cock as you and Jonathan fuss with the cage. Jonathan's too eager to cum and his hands are everywhere, not letting you get to the lock easily. Eventually though, you manage to unlock it and Jonathan sighs in relief, at first he attempts to reach down and touch himself, but he's quickly reprimanded.
"Come here Jonathan." Bruce crooks a finger, "You've been a bad girl- fucking other men without daddy's permission." The words are foreign in Bruce's mouth, never in a million years did he ever think he had a daddy kink- or would he ever think he liked feminization. But Jonathan is so fucking gorgeous with the way his pretty little lashes flutter, sucking his lip into his mouth as he turns over onto his hands and knees, looking up at Bruce with those god forsaken blue eyes. He crawls over to Bruce, stopping between his thighs. "I'm sorry daddy." He whines.
Bruce shushes him, shaking his head. "Daddy will forgive you baby, but first i want you to beg for it. Show daddy that you're really sorry."
Jonathan shudders and nods, crawling up into Bruce's lap. He reaches behind himself, but you're already there. You take Bruce in hand, unable to stop yourself from giving it a few strokes as you help position it at Jonathan's hole. Bruce hisses, sensitive from waiting so long before touching himself. He reaches over and swats your thigh- confident from the way both you and Jonathan are acting. "You behave. You're on thin ice as it is." He warns, delighting when you react visibly to his scolding, your cock jumps in your hand and you have to squeeze the base of it, swallowing hard as you nod. "Yes daddy." You rasp, leaning forward to press yourself against Jonathan from behind.
"Please forgive me daddy- i'm sorry i'm such a slut." Jonathan whines. He leans forward, putting his hands on Bruce's shoulders so he can sink down on his husband's cock. Jonathan's lips part in a pretty little o and his eyes flutter closed as he takes Bruce slowly- desperately trying not to cum.
"Hurry up, don't make me wait pretty." Bruce feels weak and dizzy at his lover calling himself a slut- he should've thought about this sooner, should've done this so much fucking sooner.
"I- ah- I'll cum." Jonathan whines, but you grab his hips and push him the rest of the way down. Jonathan moans loudly- nearly squealing as he cums, just from that. You're fucking lucky. Lucky Bruce's head isnt thinking straight, or else he would've had the mind to punish you for that move. But Jonathan- the insatiable fucking slut he is, has started bouncing on Bruce's cock. "Oh fuck- Oh!" Jonathan moans loudly, rolling his hips every time he falls back down. "Daddy- Fuck! My pussy belongs to you daddy, no one else. I'm yours, just please-" Jonathan is crying again, fat tears roll down his pretty face but he can't get enough. "Please- please cum inside me. Please forgive me- I'll be a good girl daddy, i promise!" He sobs
Bruce is already embarrassingly close- mere words never hit him so had, yet here he is, balls drawing up, slapping away your hands so he can sieze his baby's hips- a fucking mistake because as soon as you're free, you pull bruce's leg over your body so you can lay with your head between his thighs and suck on his balls while you fist your cock. "Ffuck- aw fuck." Bruce groans, hips spasming and bucking up into Jonathan. When his lover realizes what's happening behind him, he moans loudly, "Come on, cum for us daddy." Jonathan begs sweetly, leaning forward and arching his back so you can lick up the inches of Bruce's cock exposed every time Jonathan raises himself up. "Please, please, please?" He whines in Bruce's ear before sucking the lobe into his mouth and pulling off it with a slow drag of teeth. " Cum in my pussy daddy." Jonathan purrs all soft and cute and breathy- and fucking scheming. "It's okay- Y/n will clean it up before you can get me pregnant."
Bruce's eyes roll back in his head and his thighs spasm, hips jerking up into Jonathan as he dumps his load inside his lover. Jonathan moans, sinking himself balls deep on Bruce's cock. His hole twitches, tight heat tightening up and milking Bruce for every drop like the fucking slut he is. You go back down to his balls, slurping at them as you press and rub on his taint. Bruce hisses and writhes at the overstimulation, soft cottony pleasure turning into pain. But you pull off fast enough and Bruce feels you push Jonathan forward to lap at the seal where the couple were joined. Jonathan and Bruce moan in tandem, as your filthy fucking mouth slurps up what cum escapes as Bruce's cock slowly softens.
Once he's fully flaccid again, Jonathan raises himself on shaky thighs so you can continue cleaning him out, moaning all high and pretty with his face buried in his husband's hair. Bruce though, bruce takes more interest in your cock- it's gone neglected so you can keep Jonathan spread open. He doesn't hesitate to reach down and jerk you off, as a reward for your efforts. You moan into Jonathan's ass and Jonathan moans right back.
"Mhn- pretty isn't he daddy?" Jonathan purrs, running his slender fingers through Bruce's hair. Your cock twitches, leaking pre on Bruce's fist. You shift and must push fingers into Jonathan's ass to shut him up, because Bruce's lover gasps and tenses up. Bruce quickens his pace, focusing on what makes you leak and twitch the most. You can't be too far behind- you aren't. Your hips kick and you muffle a groan into the meat of Jonathan's ass as you cum fat hot stripes on Bruce's thigh. Jonathan whines from your bite and moans happily through another orgasm.
When you pull off Jonathan collapses onto Bruce's chest, nuzzling him like a cat. You, however, quickly pull yourself out from under Bruce's leg. You start by diligently licking up the cum you left, but you make your way up to Bruce's stomach and chest, cleaning the both of them before catching Bruce's lips in a filthy kiss. Jonathan makes an affected noise from beside them, watching both of his lovers swap cum. It's fucking filthy, yet, when they're done, Bruce finds himself turning to Jonathan for another filthy kiss.
