riding bruce in the morning is always such a process, the moment making you weak. you always wake up earlier than him, turning your head towards the window to see the sunrise. the alarm clock read 6:28 am, your sleepiness taking over.
well, not until you get horny. i mean, could you blame it? bruce is one fineeeee piece of white chocolate, like a bunny getting its hands on a carrot. all you wanna do is munch away on him <3
your sore from last night, fucking with bruce always gets out of hand especially from his stamina, strength, libido. but you wouldn’t miss it for the world, infact you loved it. you’d embrace it in a heartbeat anyways.
a leg slips over his thigh, your movements careful not to wake him up suddenly. you manage to climb over his sleeping form, legs spread over his hips. you wore his shirt before falling asleep, too lazy to pull on a pair of panties beforehand.
his eyebrow twitches for a second, eyes scrunching as he relaxes back into sleeping. perfect. you slip a finger into the waist band of his briefs, pulling the fabric down to release his dick. his bulbous top leaks with pre, the pearly beads dripping down his sides. he’s already half hard, morning wood getting the better of him.
you use his tip as lube, teasing the top of his length against your pussy. “oh- shit..!” the wetness caught you off guard, your pussy already throbbing as you start to sink onto his member. bruce cracks an eye open, met with the beautiful sight of you trying to take all of him in one go.
“bunny, couldn’t wait until i woke up huh? all needy for me like a horny bunny?” bruce placed his hands on your hips, bouncing by up and down as you start to ride him. your breasts jiggle, your clit rubs against his dick as you take charge. “shut up and let me ride you..”
your bf leaves you alone at a party so you decide to fuck his brother ?!?!
you and Dick didn't usually fight, but tonight you both were at a party and he got mad because a guy bought you a drink, so he grabbed a taxi and went to his house, leaving you alone. you didn't know who to call, the first person that popped in your mind, his brother Jason.
Jason picked up the phone quickly. "Jay, can you come pick me up?" you fakely sobbed at the phone. "yeah, of course, send me your location I'll be there in 10" he hanged the phone, grabbed his bike and ran towards to where the party was. he indeed arrived in 10 minutes. you were waiting for him outside, shivering, a motorbike parks in front of you, he takes his helmet.
"you're cold?" you nod, he takes off his jacket and puts it on you "thank you" you murmur. "get on, I'll take you to your place" he smiles softly, you can feel your cheeks getting pink.
you sit on the back of his bike "hold me tight, yeah?" and you do, putting your cheek against his back. he doesn't take long until you arrive to your house.
"do you want to come in?" his eyes opened in surprise "to drink tea or something, you deserve it" he agrees and park his bike outside.
you were trying to open the door but when you felt his big presence behind you, you could feel your cunt getting wet.
"why did you call me?" once inside he asks grabbing your waist. "I-i didn't know who to call" you look at the ground trying to avoid his eyes. "c'mon, we both know that's not true" you swallow saliva and pull him closer.
Jason finally kisses you, he grabs you by your legs and makes you wrap them around his waist. he makes you sit on the kitchen counter, his hands all over your body almost scared that you're going to vanish.
His hand went under your skirt and rubbed your clothed pussy. "fuck, you're so wet" he mumbles "is this for me or for Dick?" he looks down to you.
"for you" he groans and lowers his body until he's facing your cunt, he starts eating your pussy through your panties, his hot tongue giving you friction enough for you to moan and grip his hair.
"Jay! fuck!" your hands cup his face and put him up for him to stop.
"what's wrong, doll?" his hand pinch your soft thighs.
"nothing, I just..." you blush "I want you to fuck me" he gets red as well. "alright" he yanks your panties off, followed by his shirt. he pulls his pants down to his knees and pulls you closer with only one hand. he softly rubs your bare pussy with his clothed cock
then he pulls his boxers down and you can see his dick, pink tip leaking pre cum. he aligned it with your entrance and whispered "breath" and when you do he pushes his entire dick inside of you.
"fuck!" you whimper, he starts moving immediately not even giving you time for getting used to the sensation, his mushroom tip hitting your cervix.
his thrusts are hard, deep, hitting all the right spots, your pussy pulsates around his cock, you're both moaning and groaning, he keeps kissing you, with one hand he grabs your tits and the other one circles your puffy clit.
"tight little pussy, fuck! I bet my brother can't fuck you like this, can he?" he keeps roaming into you, you're so fucked up you can't even formulate words, whimpers are the only thing that come out of your mouth "answer." his hand that was massaging your tit now grabbed your face.
"no, he can't, a-ah!"
"good fucking girl" his big hand leaves your face and grab your phone that's next to you "call him" he grins knowing exactly what he's doing. and you can't say no to him, so you search for Dick's name (because you now have him added just like "Dick") and call him. when he answers, Jason talks.
"hey brother!" he lets out a low groan and he knows that Dick can hear the sound of your wet pussy getting destroyed by his cock.
"the fuck? Jason why are you with my girlfriend?!" Jason's hand starts to circle your clit harder making you moan into the phone.
"I think that answers for itself..." his thrusts start to get sloppier, and you start to get tighter, you whimper a soft "Jay" and stare at him with glossy eyes "what's that, pretty girl? you want to cum on my cock?" you nod "use your words".
you're not sure if he's still on the call "Jay-" you drag the y "I'm gonna cum" his hand grips at your hips "tell your boyfriend how good this cock is, would you?"
"fuck! Jason's cock is so fucking good" you whine "better than Dick's?" Jason asks "yes, ah! better than Dick's" and your boyfriend finally hangs up !!
Dynamic:Private softness, quiet obsession, gentle dominance surrenderedBehind closed doors, Bruce lets down the walls. He doesn’t often give up control—but for you, in the soft haze of morning light, he does. You lead. He watches, worships, praises. It’s vulnerable, reverent, and intimate.
Tags: bruce wayne x reader,bruce wayne x fem reader,fem reader x bruce wayne,slow soft smut,reader on top,grinding,sleepy morning sex,gentle bruce,soft dom/sub vibes,emotional intimacy,praise kink,pet names,quiet obsession,second person povbatman x reader,possessive but soft,soft boy bruce, grumpy x sunshine.
The morning light filters in gently through the bedroom curtains as you stir from a deep, sated sleep.
You're tucked securely against Bruce's warm, bare chest, his steady heartbeat a soothing lullaby. For a blissful moment, you simply bask in the afterglow, breathing in his comforting scent.
When you finally crack open your eyes, you find him already awake, watching you intently with those piercing blue orbs. His hair is delightfully tousled and there's a soft, almost tender smile playing at the corners of his lips.
"Good morning, Darling," he murmurs, voice still rough from sleep.
One big hand comes up to gently brush a strand of hair off your face.
You can't help but return his smile, your heart fluttering at the rare pet name and gentle attention. "Morning," you whisper back.
You start to stretch languidly, the movement causing the sheets to slip down, revealing your bare skin.
Bruce's gaze darkens with desire as he takes in the sight of you, naked and splayed out across his chest. His hands tighten slightly on your hips.
Emboldened by the clear want in his eyes, you slowly roll your hips over him. The shift in position causes his semi-hard length to press firmly against your core, making you both groan.
"What a way to wake up, darling," he rumbles appreciatively.
Feeling playful and wanton, you do it again, grinding down more purposefully this time. Bruce's head tips back against the pillow, his breath catching.
He grips your thighs, not pushing you away but not taking over either - just holding on as you move over him.
"You feel amazing,"
you breathe, rocking against him, reveling in the delicious friction.
"So big and hard for me already."
He chuckles lowly, eyes hooded with pleasure.
"Always for you, sweet girl. My body just responds to yours. Can't help it."
You lean down to capture his lips in a slow, sensual kiss, pouring all your budding feelings into the simple press of mouth on mouth.
His tongue traces the seam of your lips, seeking entrance. You part them willingly, moaning softly as he deepens the kiss.
When you finally pull back for air, you're both panting lightly. Bruce gazes up at you with a mix of adoration and barely restrained hunger.
"You're beautiful," he murmurs, trailing reverent fingers down your side.
"So perfect."
His quiet praise sends a shiver down your spine. You feel treasured, cherished even - like you could do no wrong in his eyes. It's a heady feeling, making you want to worship him right back.
You start to roll your hips faster, chasing more of that delicious friction. Bruce meets you thrust for thrust, grip tightening on your thighs. The new angle has him hitting that perfect spot inside you with each pass and you can't hold back the keening cry that escapes you.
"That's it baby," he encourages hoarsely.
"Ride me just like that. Take what you need."
He sits up suddenly, wrapping strong arms around you and flipping your positions without breaking stride. You find yourself on your back, legs hooked around his hips as he looms over you, still moving inside you in a steady rhythm.
"Bruce!" you gasp as he changes the angle again, driving impossibly deep.
He shushes you with a tender kiss.
"I've got you sweetheart," he assures.
"Just let me love you."
And he does - with each slow, deep thrust of his hips, each press of his lips to your skin, each whispered word of praise.
He makes love to you like you're the most precious thing in his world - and it's enough to shatter you.
Your orgasm builds steadily from that simmering heat low in your belly, cresting higher and higher with each snap of his hips. You cling to him, nails digging into his broad shoulders as you both climb towards release.
"Come for me angel," Bruce urges breathlessly against your neck.
"Let go and feel it. I'm right here."
His words, coupled with a particularly deep thrust, send you tumbling over the edge.
You come with a wordless cry, your body bowing off the bed as ecstasy crashes through you.
Bruce follows seconds later, spilling deep inside you with a low groan of your name.
He collapses on top of you, spent and panting. You hold him close, stroking his damp hair as you both come down from your highs.
In the peaceful afterglow, it feels like the rest of the world could just fade away. In this moment, here with him like this, you are content.
Dynamic: Playful dom BarrySubtle power shift (reader starts in control, Barry takes over with speed)Overstimulation / speed kinkSoft obsession, deeply focused on reader’s pleasure, Romantic or FWB intimacy with high trust and teasing, Fun and flirty with an intense physical payoff, Light humiliation edge (you wanted control—he took it back without asking)
Tags:barry allen x reader,the flash x reader,fem reader,second person pov,nsfw fanfic,speedster sex,vibration kink,overstimulation,reader on top,power shift,teasing dom barry,soft dom,eager to please,playful smut,speed kink,reader worship,slow burn turned filthy,dc comics smut,barry allen smut
You straddle Barry's hips, hands splayed across his firm chest as you slowly sink down onto his hard length. A low moan escapes your lips as he fills you up, stretching you deliciously.
"Fuck, you feel incredible," he groans, hands gripping your waist.
His eyes are dark with lust as he gazes up at you, taking in the sight of you above him.
Encouraged, you start to move, rolling your hips in a sensual rhythm. The feel of his thick cock dragging along your sensitive walls has you gasping with each thrust. You increase you pace, lost in the pleasure of it all.
Suddenly, you feel a strange sensation. His body starts to vibrate subtly beneath you. It's so slight you almost miss it at first. But then you feel it again - a low thrumming pulse that sends tingles racing across your skin.
"Oh god," you gasp, my thighs clenching around him involuntarily. "What are you doing?"
Barry grins up at you, eyes twinkling with mischief.
"I thought you might enjoy a little added stimulation," he purrs, increasing the vibrations ever so slightly.
The sensation is incredible, unlike anything you've ever felt before. It's as if his entire body is vibrating at an inhuman frequency, sending shockwaves through your core. Your legs start to tremble as you try to maintain your rhythm on top of him.
"I can't...it's too much," you pant, fingers digging into his chest.
But Barry just laughs, the sound reverberating through his chest and into you.
"Oh no, we're just getting started baby."
He increases the vibrations further and you feel your body start to shake, muscles tensing and twitching. Pleasure floods your veins, building and building with each pulse from him.
"Please," you beg, not even sure what you're asking for anymore. More? Less? Release?
Barry seems to understand.
"Do you want me to stop?"
he asks, but the knowing look in his eyes tells you he already knows the answer.
You shake your head frantically. "No, don't stop. Please don't stop."
He grins, the vibrations reaching a new intensity. Your entire world narrows down to that pulsing heat between your legs, every nerve ending alight with sensation.
"You're so fucking beautiful like this," Barry murmurs appreciatively as you ride him. "So responsive. I love seeing you fall apart on my cock."
The filthy words push you over the edge and you come with a sharp cry, your body spasming almost violently on top of him. Barry holds you close, letting the vibrations ease you through the intense waves of pleasure.
As you collapse against his chest, spent and trembling, he chuckles softly.
Dynamic: Hidden or undefined relationship (situational intimacy, not fully labeled)
Tags: bruce wayne x reader, batman x reader, fem reader, ceo x assistant, video call sex, fingering during meeting, power imbalance, composed dom, dominant bruce wayne, silent control, overstimulation, nsfw fanfic, second person pov, bruce wayne smut, possession kink, hidden sex, filthy rich and filthy minded.
You hear the heavy metal door of the penthouse elevator whoosh open, followed by the clank of batarangs being carelessly tossed onto the marble foyer floor. Bruce's heavy, labored footsteps echo as he makes his way inside, the bruises and strains from tonight's vigilante mission evident in his every movement.
Your heart clenches with sympathy and desire as you take in the sight of him. Even worn out, his broad shoulders and strong jaw are a sight to behold. The muscular expanse of his back ripples under the tight black latex of his cowl. He makes his way to the bar, pouring himself a stiff drink and downing it in one go.
You approach slowly, hands outstretched, concerned. "Bruce, are you alright? Can I do anything?"
He looks at you with those intense, penetrating blue eyes - not just seeing you, but seeming to look straight into your very soul. His voice is a low, guttural growl.
"I need you. Right now."
Not waiting for a response, he grips your waist firmly, pulling you flush against him. His lips crush against yours in a hungry, desperate kiss. It's almost painful in its intensity, conveying a simmering violence and barely restrained passion.
He practically rips your clothes off, calloused hands roaming greedily over your newly exposed flesh. His touch is demanding, almost punishing.
"You have no idea how much I fucking need this," he rasps against your neck, biting down hard.
You gasp at the mix of pain and pleasure, feeling your body respond eagerly to his roughness. He lifts you effortlessly, slamming you back against the cold brick wall. Your legs instinctively wrap around his trim waist as he positions himself between your thighs.
Still fully suited up, his thick cock strains against the latex, demanding release. He doesn't even bother taking it off - he just pushes the fabric aside, unleashing himself. Without any further preamble, he thrusts hard and deep into your slick heat, filling you completely.
You cry out at the sudden intrusion, fingers digging into his broad shoulders. He starts pistoning in and out forcefully, setting a brutal pace. The only sounds are your mingled moans and gasps echoing through the penthouse.
He pounds into you relentlessly, losing himself in the raw, carnal act. You can feel his need, almost desperation, to feel alive and human again after a night of violence and death. He takes what he needs from you, claiming your body completely.
"Yes, fuck!" he grits out between clenched teeth. "You feel so good. So tight and wet for me." He grips your hips harder, pulling you onto his cock with each powerful thrust.
You whimper and writhe against the wall, losing yourself to the overwhelming sensation of being so thoroughly used. Pleasure coils tighter in your core, threatening to snap any moment.
"Come on baby," he urges, blue eyes blazing with intensity as he slams home especially deep. "Come all over my cock. Let me feel you squeeze me."
The combination of his words and actions sends you hurtling over the edge. Your body seizes up as ecstasy crashes through you. You throw your head back and scream his name as you come undone.
He follows shortly after with a guttural roar, spilling himself deep inside you with one last hard thrust. He collapses against you, both of you gasping for breath as you come down from the high.
Bruce carries you to the bedroom, still keeping you filled and impaled on his semi-hard cock. He lays you down on the soft bed, following on top of you, pinning you beneath his weight.
"You're mine," he growls possessively, punctuating his words with a roll of his hips. "No one else gets to see this side of me, feel this part of me."
He takes you again, slower this time but no less intense. His body covers yours completely as he slides in and out, stoking the embers of your desire back to life. The coarse hair on his chest chafes against your sensitive nipples deliciously.
"Bruce," you moan breathlessly, writhing beneath him. He swallows the sound with a deep, dominating kiss, swallowing your cries.
His hand reaches down between your bodies, finding your clit. He rubs tight circles around the sensitive nub as he continues thrusting.
"I want to feel you come again," he demands. "Soak my cock like a good little slut."
The vulgar words from his normally reserved mouth send you careening towards another peak embarrassingly fast. Your head thrashes from side to side as the pressure builds unbearably.
"Fuck, just like that," he groans as your inner muscles start to flutter around him. "That's it, come for me."
The coil inside you snaps and you come with a silent scream, seeing stars. Your whole body quakes and pulses from the force of it.
"That's my good girl," he praises, picking up the pace of his thrusts, chasing his own release.
A few moments later, he buries himself to the hilt one last time, spilling hot seed deep inside your spasming channel with a low grunt. He collapses on top of you, both of you sweaty and panting.
After catching his breath, he rolls off you and onto his back, an arm pulling you close against his side. He presses a kiss to your forehead.
"Thank you," he murmurs, a rare note of vulnerability in his voice. "For being here. For being...you."
You nuzzle into his chest, breathing in his masculine scent.
"I'll always be here for you," you promise.
No matter how dark things get, you'll light the way back to the man beneath the mask. His love - and your love for him - is a beacon that even the shadows can't extinguish.
Dynamic: CEO x assistant, secret relationship, power imbalance, composure kink, silent control, overstimulation, quiet desperation
Tags: bruce wayne x reader, batman x reader, fem reader, ceo x assistant, video call sex, fingering during meeting, power imbalance, composed dom, dominant bruce wayne, silent control, overstimulation, nsfw fanfic, second person pov, bruce wayne smut, possession kink, hidden sex, filthy rich and filthy minded.
You're perched on Bruce's lap, your legs straddling his muscular thigh as you sit facing him. The position feels natural, as if you belong here, in his arms, his hands roaming over your curves with possessive intent.
But then the meeting starts, and Bruce's demeanor shifts. He's no longer the attentive lover, focused solely on your pleasure. He's the CEO, the man in control, the one who commands respect and obedience from all around him.
With a subtle movement, he pushes you forward, not roughly but with a deliberate firmness that leaves no room for argument. Your hands flatten on the surface of his desk as he lowers you into a new position, one that has you bent over with your ass lifted towards him.
The sensation of exposure sends a shiver down your spine. You're completely vulnerable in this position, your body on display for him, for anyone who might walk in through those closed office doors. But you trust Bruce, know that he would never let anything happen to you.
He adjusts you slightly, making sure you're angled just right. Your breath catches in your throat as you feel his fingers trailing down your spine, a feather-light touch that sets your nerves alight.
"As you can see from the quarterly earnings report," Bruce begins, his voice calm and steady despite the intimate position he has you in. "We've seen a significant increase in profits..."
His words wash over you, the business jargon blending with the feel of his fingers dipping between your legs. You bite your lip to stifle a moan as he teases your folds, spreading your arousal with expert precision.
Bruce continues his presentation, speaking about market trends and growth potential while his other hand slides around to cup your breast. He kneads the soft flesh, rolling your nipple between his fingers until it's a hard peak.
You can't help but arch into his touch, your body reacting instinctively to the pleasure he's igniting within you. Bruce chuckles softly, the sound low and full of promise.
"Stay still," he whispers, his breath hot against your ear. "They'll hear you."
The warning sends a thrill through you, a heady mix of fear and excitement. You clamp your mouth shut, determined to keep quiet even as Bruce's fingers delve deeper, stroking your inner walls with a steady rhythm.
He keeps you on edge, bringing you closer and closer to the brink of orgasm only to pull back at the last moment. You whimper softly, your hips bucking against his hand as you try to chase your release.
Bruce's chuckle is dark, filled with a primal satisfaction.
"Patience, love," he murmurs, his fingers stilling inside you.
"We have all the time in the world."
The camera on his laptop remains focused on him, capturing his flawless appearance and unreadable expression. If anyone were to look at the screen, they would see nothing but a professional businessman discussing business matters.
But you know the truth. You know the hidden power dynamic at play, the way Bruce wields his control over you like a finely honed blade. And you love it, crave it like a drug that only he can provide.
As the meeting draws to a close, Bruce removes his fingers from inside you, leaving you feeling empty and aching for his touch. He helps you up, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead as he adjusts your clothing.
"We'll finish this later," he promises, his eyes burning with barely restrained desire.
"For now, let's get back to work."
You nod, straightening your spine as you prepare to face the rest of the day.
Bruce is right, after all.
There will be plenty of time for pleasure later. For now, you have a job to do, and you won't let anything stand in your way.
Clark Kent x fem!Reader
Dynamic: Best friends with benefits, soft dom/sub energy, unspoken feelings, emotionally charged intimacy
Tags:
clark kent x reader, superman x reader, fem reader, best friends with benefits, friends to lovers tease, soft smut, gentle dom clark, soft nsfw, emotional intimacy, second person pov, sleepy sex, post-mission comfort.
The sound of shattering glass wakes you from a deep slumber. You sit up in bed, your heart pounding in your chest as you try to make sense of the noise. That's when you see him, standing on your balcony with a look of exhaustion etched onto his handsome face.
Clark steps inside, his usual confident demeanor replaced by a weariness that tugs at your heartstrings. His suit is torn in several places, evidence of the battles he's fought tonight.
"Clark?" you whisper, rushing to his side. "What happened?"
He shakes his head, pulling you into a tight embrace. "It's okay," he murmurs, his voice rough with emotion. "I'm here now."
You lead him to the couch, guiding him to sit down as you fetch the first aid kit from the bathroom. Clark watches you with tired eyes, a small smile playing on his lips.
"You always take such good care of me," he says softly, reaching out to take your hand in his. "I don't know what I'd do without you."
You kneel before him, gently dabbing at the cuts and bruises marring his perfect skin. "You don't have to worry about that," you assure him, your voice gentle. "I'll always be here for you."
Clark leans back, closing his eyes as you work. The silence stretches between you, the only sound the soft rustle of bandages and antiseptic wipes.
Once you've finished patching him up, Clark reaches for you, pulling you onto his lap. He cradles you against his chest, his strong arms wrapping around you like a shield.
"Make me forget,"
he whispers, his lips brushing against your ear.
"Help me forget the violence, the pain. I just want to feel something good, something soft."
Your heart swells at his words, a rush of affection washing over you. You've been best friends with Clark for years, your relationship built on mutual trust and understanding. But lately, there's been something else simmering beneath the surface, an unspoken desire that threatens to consume you both.
You tilt your head up, your lips meeting his in a soft, gentle kiss. Clark responds immediately, his arms tightening around you as he deepens the kiss. His tongue delves into your mouth, tangling with yours in a slow, sensual dance.
Your hands roam over his chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath his skin. Clark groans, his hips bucking up against yours as he seeks more friction. You can feel his hardness pressing against your core, evidence of his desire.
"Clark," you gasp, breaking the kiss to catch your breath. "We shouldn't... I mean..."
He silences you with another kiss, his hand sliding up your thigh to cup your ass.
"I need you," he breathes, his voice heavy with want. "Please, I need to feel you."
Your resolve crumbles at his words, your own desire overriding any hesitation you may have had. You grind down against him, relishing the feeling of his hard length pressing against your sensitive flesh.
Clark makes quick work of your clothes, tossing them aside as he reveals your naked body to his hungry gaze. He takes a moment to appreciate the sight of you, his eyes darkening with lust.
"Beautiful," he murmurs, leaning down to capture one of your nipples in his mouth. He sucks and teases the sensitive flesh, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core.
Your head falls back as he lavishes attention on your breasts, your fingers tangling in his hair. Clark continues his assault, his hand sliding between your legs to stroke your aching folds.
"Clark," you whimper, arching into his touch. "Please..."
He chuckles, the sound low and rumbling against your skin.
"Patience, my love. We have all night."
Clark shifts beneath you, his fingers finding your entrance and plunging deep inside. You cry out at the sudden intrusion, your walls clenching around him as he starts to pump in and out.
Your orgasm builds quickly, the pleasure coiling in your lower belly as he works you higher and higher. Just as you're about to tumble over the edge, Clark pulls away, leaving you whimpering in frustration.
"Clark," you pant, glaring at him through hooded eyes. "Why did you stop?"
He grins, shifting you off his lap and onto your back on the couch. He settles between your thighs, his hard length pressing against your entrance.
"Because I want to watch you fall apart on my cock," he growls, slowly pushing inside you.
"I want to feel every inch of you as I make you mine."
You moan as he fills you, stretching you in the most delicious way. Clark sets a slow, sensual pace, his hips rolling against yours in a way that drives you wild.
Your hands roam over his back, feeling the hard muscles beneath his skin. Clark leans down, capturing your lips in a searing kiss as he continues to move inside you.
"I love you," he murmurs against your lips, his voice thick with emotion. "I love you so much."
Your heart swells at his confession, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.
"I love you too," you whisper, pulling him closer. "Forever and always."
Clark picks up the pace, his thrusts becoming harder and more urgent as he chases his own release. You meet him thrust for thrust, your nails digging into his shoulders as the pressure builds within you.
With a final cry, you tumble over the edge, your body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over you. Clark follows shortly after, spilling himself inside you with a groan of pure ecstasy.
He collapses on top of you, both of you panting heavily as you come down from your highs. Clark rolls to the side, pulling you into his arms as he presses tender kisses to your forehead.
"I meant what I said," he murmurs, his voice filled with wonder. "I love you, more than anything in this world."
You snuggle into his embrace, feeling safe and cherished in his arms.
"I love you too,"
you whisper, knowing that no matter what happens, you'll always have this moment.
Dynamic: Power imbalance (CEO x employee / hero x civilian), broody, dominant Bruce with soft, obsessive undercurrents.
Tags: bruce wayne x reader, batman x reader, fem reader, office sex, ceo x employee, power imbalance, nsfw fanfiction, dominant bruce wayne, obsessive bruce, rough sex, soft obsession, second person pov, bruce wayne smut, billionaire dom energy.
You knock on the heavy oak door, the sound echoing through the quiet hallway of Wayne Tower. It's late, well past midnight, but you know Bruce often works through the night. As his personal assistant, it's your job to ensure he has everything he needs.
After a moment, Bruce's deep voice rumbles from inside. "Come in."
You enter the dimly lit office, the city lights twinkling beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. Bruce sits behind his massive mahogany desk, his chiseled jaw clenched in concentration as he pores over some documents. He's still in his signature vest and tie, the latter loosened around his neck. His sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, exposing his strong forearms.
Bruce looks up as you approach, his piercing blue eyes locking onto yours. "What is it?" he asks, his voice gruff with fatigue.
You hold out a manila folder, the contents of which he's already familiar with.
"You wanted to review these reports before the meeting tomorrow."
Bruce takes the folder, his fingers brushing against yours. A shiver runs down your spine at the contact, your heart rate picking up. You've worked for Bruce for months now, but you're still not used to his intense presence.
"Thank you," he says, his voice softer than before. He sets the folder aside, leaning back in his chair as he studies you. "You're working late."
You shrug, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "So are you."
A ghost of a smile tugs at the corners of Bruce's mouth. "Touche." He stands, walking around the desk towards you. Your breath catches in your throat as he approaches, his tall, muscular frame towering over you.
"Bruce, I..." you start, but he silences you with a finger pressed to your lips.
"I've been thinking about you,"
he murmurs, his voice low and husky. His finger trails down your jaw, tilting your chin up to meet his gaze.
"All day."
Your cheeks flush at his admission, your body reacting to his touch. You've fantasized about this moment for so long, dreaming of Bruce's hands on you, his lips claiming yours.
Bruce leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear. "Bend over the desk," he commands, his voice leaving no room for argument.
Your legs nearly give out at the authority in his tone. You turn, placing your palms flat on the smooth surface of his desk. Bruce moves behind you, his presence palpable even without touching you.
His hands grip your hips, pulling you back against him. You can feel the hard length of him pressed against your ass, evidence of his desire. A moan escapes your lips as he grinds into you, his fingers digging into your flesh.
"Bruce," you whimper, arching into his touch. "Please..."
He chuckles darkly, his lips brushing against your neck.
"Please what, sweetheart? Tell me what you want."
You hesitate, unsure how to put your desires into words. Bruce takes advantage of your silence, his hand sliding up your body to cup your breast. He kneads the soft flesh, pinching your nipple through your blouse.
"Tell me,"
he demands, his teeth grazing your ear.
"Or I'll stop."
The threat makes your pussy clench, your arousal growing with each passing second.
"I want you," you breathe, the words tumbling out before you can stop them.
"I want you to fuck me, Bruce. Right here, on your desk."
Bruce groans, his hips bucking forward at your confession. He spins you around, crashing his lips against yours in a bruising kiss. You melt into him, your fingers tangling in his hair as he devours your mouth.
He breaks away, his breathing heavy as he gazes down at you.
"Strip,"
he orders, his voice thick with lust.
"I want to see all of you."
Your hands shake as you fumble with the buttons of your blouse, exposing your lacy bra beneath. Bruce watches with rapt attention, his eyes darkening with desire as more of your skin is revealed.
Once you're bare before him, Bruce reaches out, his calloused fingers trailing over your curves. He unhooks your bra with a flick of his wrist, letting it fall to the floor. Your nipples harden under his scrutiny, aching for his touch.
"Beautiful," he murmurs, his thumb brushing over one sensitive peak. "Absolutely beautiful."
He claims your mouth again, his hands roaming over your body with an almost desperate need. You can feel his hardness pressing against your stomach, evidence of just how much he wants you.
Bruce lifts you onto the desk, pushing aside the paperwork and folders that clutter the surface. He settles between your thighs, the heat of him searing your skin.
"Tell me if you need me to stop," he says, his voice rough with emotion. "I don't want to hurt you."
You shake your head, reaching for his tie. "You won't," you assure him, tugging him closer. "I trust you."
Bruce kisses you again, his tongue delving deep as he grinds against your core. You can feel the heat building within you, the coil of desire winding tighter and tighter.
He breaks away, his eyes searching yours. "I need you," he confesses, his voice raw with vulnerability. "I've never needed anyone like I need you."
Your heart swells at his words, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.
"I'm yours," you promise, sealing it with a kiss. "Always."
Bruce strips off his vest and tie, tossing them carelessly to the floor. He makes quick work of his pants, freeing his aching cock from its confines.
You watch with bated breath as he rolls on a condom, his movements swift and efficient. He notches himself at your entrance, his eyes locking with yours as he slowly sinks into you.
A moan escapes your lips as he fills you, stretching you in the most delicious way. Bruce groans, his forehead resting against yours as he struggles to maintain control.
"You feel so good," he pants, pulling out only to slam back in. "So fucking perfect."
He sets a brutal pace, pounding into you with a ferocity that takes your breath away. The desk creaks beneath you, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room.
Bruce leans down, capturing one of your nipples in his mouth. He sucks and bites at the sensitive flesh, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core.
Your orgasm builds quickly, the pressure coiling in your lower belly. You clench around Bruce, urging him closer to his own release.
"Come for me," he demands, his voice strained with effort. "Let me feel you come apart on my cock."
His words send you over the edge, your body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over you. You cry out his name, digging your nails into his shoulders as you ride out the aftershocks.
Bruce follows shortly after, his rhythm faltering as he spills himself inside you. He collapses on top of you, both of you panting heavily as you come down from your highs.
He rolls off you, pulling you into his arms as he presses tender kisses to your forehead.
"I love you," he murmurs, his voice filled with wonder. "I love you so much."
You snuggle into his embrace, feeling safe and cherished in his arms. "I love you too," you whisper, knowing that no matter what happens, you'll always have this moment.
Dynamic: Possessive tension, hidden past connection, slow-burn turning into explosive passion.
Tags: diana prince x reader, wonder woman x reader, masc!diana, fem reader, lesbian smut, mirror sex, possessive diana
You gaze at your reflection in the full-length mirror, clad only in a simple white t-shirt and panties. The sight of your hardened nipples pressing against the thin fabric sends a shiver down your spine. Your body aches for Diana's touch, a hunger that can only be sated by her strong, commanding hands.
Suddenly, you feel a presence behind you. Turning your head, you lock eyes with Diana in the mirror. Her almond-shaped eyes bore into yours, filled with a burning intensity that makes your heart race. She stands tall and proud, her warrior's physique on full display as she towers over you.
"Look at me," she commands, her deep voice resonating through your very being. You obey, unable to break eye contact with your reflection. Diana reaches out and cups your chin, tilting your head back slightly.
Her other hand trails down your body, her fingers grazing over your hardened nipples through the thin fabric of your shirt. A gasp escapes your lips, and you arch into her touch, craving more.
"You're mine,"
Diana growls, her possessiveness evident in every word.
"Your body belongs to me."
She steps closer, her clothed crotch pressing against your ass. You can feel the heat emanating from her, the evidence of her arousal. Diana's hand slips beneath your shirt, her calloused fingers roughly palming your breasts.
"Watch,"
she whispers huskily, her lips brushing against your ear.
"Watch me claim you."
Diana's hand slides down your stomach, pushing your panties aside. She wastes no time, two fingers plunging into your wet heat. A cry of pleasure escapes your lips as she starts to pump in and out, setting a steady rhythm.
You watch in the mirror as Diana's fingers disappear inside you, your arousal dripping down her hand. She leans forward, her teeth grazing your neck. Her free hand tangles in your hair, pulling your head back as she continues her assault on your body.
"Come for me,"
Diana demands, her voice thick with desire.
"Come for me, so I can taste you."
Her thumb finds your clit, rubbing circles around the sensitive nub. It's too much, the sensations overwhelming. You clench around her fingers as your orgasm crashes over you, wave after wave of intense pleasure coursing through your veins.
Diana captures your cries with her mouth, her tongue delving deep as she drinks in your release. She pulls away, a satisfied smirk on her face as she sucks your essence off her fingers.
"You're delicious,"
she purrs, her eyes dark with lust.
"I could never get enough of you."
Diana turns you around, crushing her lips against yours in a passionate kiss. You can taste yourself on her tongue, the flavor only serving to heighten your desire.
She breaks the kiss, her eyes roaming over your body with a hungry gaze. "On the bed," she orders, nodding towards the king-sized bed in the corner of the room. "Now."
You scurry to obey, crawling onto the plush mattress. Diana follows, a predatory gleam in her eyes as she stalks towards you. She climbs onto the bed, straddling your hips.
"You're going to make me come,"
she declares, grinding her clothed crotch against yours.
"With that pretty little mouth of yours."
Diana grabs your wrists, pinning them above your head as she lowers her hips. You can feel the heat of her through her pants, the evidence of her arousal pressing against your face.
"Open," she commands, her voice rough with desire.
You part your lips, and Diana doesn't hesitate. She grinds against your mouth, her juices coating your lips and chin. You moan at the taste of her, the scent of her arousal filling your nostrils.
"Fuck,"
Diana gasps, her hips bucking against you.
"Yes, just like that."
She rides your face, using you for her own pleasure. You can feel the tension building in her body, the way her thighs tremble around your head.
With a final cry, Diana comes undone. Her juices flood your mouth as she grinds against you, her orgasm taking hold. You drink her in, savoring every drop of her release.
Diana collapses beside you, both of you panting heavily as you come down from your highs. She turns to you, her hand cupping your cheek as she pulls you in for a tender kiss.
"I love you,"
she whispers against your lips, her eyes soft with affection. "More than anything in this world."
You smile, leaning into her touch.
"I love you too,"
you breathe, knowing that with Diana by your side, nothing can ever tear you apart.
Tags: diana prince x reader, wonder woman x reader,fem reader insert nsfw diana prince, lesbian smut
The room was dimly lit, the only sound the steady ticking of the clock on the wall.
Diana Prince lounged on her couch, one leg crossed over the other, a smirk playing on her full lips.
Across from her, you shifted nervously, your hands clasped tightly in your lap.
"You wanted to see me, ma'am?"
you asked, voice barely above a whisper.
Diana uncrossed her legs and leaned forward, her intense eyes boring into yours.
"I did. I've been watching you, And I must say, I'm quite impressed with your work."
Blushed at the compliment, your heart racing.
"Th-thank you, ma'am. I try my best."
Diana stood up and walked over to you where you sitting, her tall frame towering over the smaller woman.
"Oh, I know you do," she purred, reaching out to trace a finger along your jawline.
"But I think you could do so much more." Shivered at Diana's touch, body responding instantly to the Amazon's nearness.
"Wh-what do you mean, ma'am?" stammered. Diana's hand slid down to your neck, her thumb brushing over the pulse point there.
"I mean, I think you and I could have a lot of fun together, If you're willing to let me show you."
Breath caught in your throat, nipples hardening beneath your blouse. You knew you should say no, that this was wrong on so many levels.
But you couldn't deny the pull you felt towards Diana, the desire that coursed through her veins.
"Yes,"
whispered, your voice thick with need.
"I want you to show me, ma'am."
Diana's grin was predatory as she leaned down, capturing your lips in a searing kiss.
Moaned into the kiss, your hands coming up to fist in Diana's long dark hair.
The Amazon broke the kiss, trailing her lips down to your neck as she pushed the smaller woman back onto the couch.
Your breath came in short gasps as Diana's hands roamed your body, undoing buttons and pushing fabric aside until you are bare before her.
"Fuck"
Diana growled, her eyes dark with lust.
"Your body is incredible."
You whimpered as Diana's mouth closed around one nipple, sucking hard. Your hips bucked up off the couch as Diana's hand slid between your thighs, fingers teasing your wet folds.
"Please, ma'am," you begged, her head thrashing from side to side.
"I need you." Diana slipped two fingers inside your tight heat, pumping them slowly as her
thumb rubbed circles around your clit.
You cried out, your inner walls clenching around the intrusion.
"That's it, baby," Diana purred, her lips trailing down your stomach.
"Come for me."
And then Diana's mouth was on you, hot and wet and so good.
You came with a scream, body shaking with the force of orgasm.
Diana licked her through it, savoring every drop of your essence.
When she finally pulled back, she grinned down at you panting beneath her.
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