pairing: bottom!bruce wayne x male!reader
summary: staying quiet is one of Bruce's weakness in bed.
tags: smut, reader is mentioned to be shorter than Bruce, overstimulation, porn no plot, 2nd pov, begging, bruce is LOUD AND PROUD
a/n: based on this ask and is embarrassingly short
You stop your movement, moving your palms from under Bruce's knees, one now nesting next to his head, the other lifting his legs over your shoulders. You lean in to kiss him, your cock nestled deep inside his flattering hole.
You push your tongue past Bruce's lips with a groan, your free hand brushing over his peck and abs, down towards his leaking tip.
Your tongue danced along Bruce's as your palm played with his tip, your hips remaining still. It was only when you felt his hips move in a desperate attempt for more friction that your lips left, a chuckle escaping them.
"What is it, B? "Do you need me to move that bad?" You teased, retracting your hips slightly.
"N-no, I just—" Bruce's words caught in his throat as you slammed your hips back against him. "Fuck, just like that! "Don't stop—fuck!"
"Where are your manners, Bruce?" You scoffed, moving at an agonising pace, hoping to feel every squeeze of his hole. "Why would I listen to you if you can't bother to ask properly?" You pull away, only your tip remaining inside you, your eyes focused on Bruce's face.
"I'm sorry, s-so sorry." Bruce whined, his hips trying to buckle forward, but your hand caught them before they could. "Please, I need you to fuck me, please—"
You chuckled, slamming back. Your lips found Bruce's neck, biting down on it. You picked up your pace, your tip hitting against his prostate over and over.
"Yes, just like that! Please—" Bruce moaned, his hips moving in sync with yours. "I need your cock—I need it deep inside me!"
You moved your lips towards his, your hips snapping against Bruce's frantically, chasing your own release. His moans are muffled by your kiss, your palm fisting his hair, pushing your tongue deeper into his mouth.
You ignore the sticky sensation of Bruce's cum that is now painting your stomach. You ignore the way Bruce's fingers painfully dig into your bicep. Your focus was fully on the way his hole was squeezing your cock tightly, begging for your cum.
You don't last much longer, your moves becoming sloppy. Your cock twitched inside him as your cum painted Bruce's insides white.
You stay still, trying to catch your breath. You bring your palm towards Bruce's face, your thumb brushing his cheek. A grin spread across your face as you leaned in to kiss him.
^nobody asked for this but the barman at the wedding was soooo hot. He left at like 2 am but I'd still do unsavoury things to him if only he'd ask (/srs, im dead serious) I'M SO ILL. ANYWAY HERE'S MY WAY OF EXPRESSING NOT BEING ABLE TO HAVE HIM. Second paragraph has an unfunny joke but my best friend told me to leave it in :> This is my way of coping. If you are a bearded barman hit me up.
CW: fem!reader, porn with a bit of plot, check-ins, making out, pet names (dirty girl, sweet girl), reader orgasm, fingering, author's attempt at dirty talk (hope it's not too cringe ;_;), strangers to lovers, NSFW obvi
You were invited by your distant friend to their wedding as they were short on guests. Some people cancelled, some were busy so you showed up to support the newlyweds. You were more than happy to attend and get your stomach full of the delicious food and drinks the venue prepared. You got your nails done a few days before and picked out a modest dress to not look like an idiot trying to outshine the bride.
“And for you?” He asked with a customer service smile on his face. “Mojito. Virgin.” You answered, giving back a genuine smile hoping for him to take it as an offer. “Of course.”
A small line of customers was forming behind you so you hoped to be out of there as soon as possible. He smashed half a lime in his hands while preparing the drink and something inside you stirred. “Here you go.” He put the drink on the rubber mat and asked the next customer for their order.
You talked with your friends for a short while, danced on the dance floor and laughed on with whatever shenanigans the newlyweds planned. Still, your mind was drawn to the barman. Your friend was telling a work anecdote and you were nodding along, as a good friend would, but you couldn't stop your mind from wandering.
He was a dirty blonde, his beard full and bushy although neatly trimmed. You couldn't stop yourself from thinking what it would look like drenched.
“And she's such a bitch too!” Continued your friend. The barkeep's white linen shirt unbuttoned enough to make a person go crazy. “Girl, you're not even listening to me.” You denied it firmly, getting a bit embarrassed.
Your table was within eye shot of the bar so you could observe him freely. He was either making drinks, wiping the glasses or scratching his luscious beard which made you go insane. He caught you staring at him a few times, not giving you a discernible reaction each time.
Around 2 am you felt like you needed to rest so you decided to go outside for a while. You found a small gazebo secluded enough to give you a breather. The air was thick with moisture as it was raining the day prior. Everything felt uncomfortable, sticking to your body.
“Hey.” You recognised the sound as the voice you both dreaded and loved to hear right now. You turned around. His form stood over your sitting self. You were almost shaking in anticipation.
“I saw you eyefucking me through the night.”
…
Oh god.
“Uh…” You weren't sure what to say. His bluntness surprised you and trying to read him was almost impossible.
Almost.
You could see why he followed you to the gazebo in his eyes. The already dark irises - gleaming in the light provided by the softly shining string lights, illuminating your bodies - were completely overshadowed by the dilated pupils, taking in as much of you as he could.
“I'd much rather prefer it if you were actually…” He paused, getting up close “...doing it.”
He waited for your decision and after you gave him a nod he dove in for a heated kiss. Not giving you a break he put his hand on the back of your neck and the other one on your thigh. He sat down next to you sliding his hand up the skirt of your dress.
“D'you seriously want this?” He asked when you needed to catch your breath. You nodded again. “Use your words.” He demanded. “Yes.” You managed to get out. “Good.”
He pulled you into his lap, spreading your legs on his firm thighs, facing him. Both his hands were on your hips, under the dress, squeezing.
He fiddled for a second with the hem of your panties, snapping the band and making you jump. “You look so good.” He mumbled into your neck, ghosting his lips over your pulse point. You shuddered.
“Need you…”He squeezed harder.
And then the floodgates opened.
In an instant he lifted your hips sliding your panties down your legs and leaving you bare. He put his warm hand against your heat and started teasing you with his fingers.
“I don’t carry a condom on me to work so this'll have to do for now…” He said as he kept circling your clit, drinking up your arousal. You nodded frantically, rolling your hips, more than content with the outcome of things. “You like that? Huh? Being fucked by a stranger? You don't even know my name. Dirty, dirty girl.” He said into your ear, drawing out a moan from you.
He put one finger in and curled it upwards hitting the spot that made you see stars. You threw your head back, still gyrating your hips, signalling him to not stop. He pumped his finger in and out a few times before putting in a second and third one. You kept nodding your head mindlessly, looking fucked out of your mind.
“You wanna come?” You looked him in the eye and kissed him, putting your tongue down his throat. When you pulled back he chuckled. “I take it as a yes.” He sped up the movement of his hand, driving you crazy. Suddenly you saw white. Your orgasm hit you and he had to hold onto his waist so you wouldn't fall backwards as you arched your back.
He let you ride out your high and calm your breathing.
You looked down and saw a dark patch on his pants. “Couldn't help it.” He said with a slight smirk, returning back to his nonchalant form, like he hadn't just come in his pants.
You sat in his lap for a moment more, until he spoke up. “Don't get shy on me now, sweet girl.” You laughed slightly. Still with your panties down you felt really exposed. “So… Can I get your number?”
pairing: bottom!bruce wayne x male!reader
summary: Bruce finally let's you have your way with him.
tags: smut, fingering, loss of virginity (Bruce never did it with a man), reader is mentioned to be shorter than Bruce, overstimulation, porn no plot, 2nd pov, mentions of aftercare, orgasm denial, mentions of wanting to record/take pictures
a/n: there's something so hot about topping a man much taller/bigger than you 🤤also I never written pure smut before so sorry if it's not the best
You forced Bruce onto the bed, using your knee to spread his legs. Your finger traces the curve of his spine up until it reaches the valley of his ass. You bend over and plant a kiss onto his lower back, your hands playing with Bruce's asscheeks. You watch his brows furrow, impatient to feel more. Feel you.
Bruce looked back, his cheek pressed against the pillow, watching you admire his body as your fingertips trace patterns across his thighs.
"Are you actually planning to fuck me, or are you just here to play?" He scoffed, trying to push himself up.
"So impatient." You shook your head, forcing him down again. "And here I was trying to set the mood."
"Well maybe you— fuck," Bruce moaned, feeling your middle finger pushing into his hole.
You chuckled, watching his eyes roll back as you pump your finger into him. You moved your other hand between his thighs, reaching over towards his leaking cock.
"You know, you look so much better when you don't run that nasty mouth of yours," you teased, your hand playing with his tip. You chuckled as Bruce's hips buckled into your hand. "So eager, aren't we?"
You added a second finger, letting out a sigh, feeling how tightly his hole is squeezing them. Your other hand pumped his cock in long strokes.
You noticed Bruce holding back his moans, his hand covering his mouth. You scoffed, moving your fingers faster.
"Don't be like that, Brucie; let me hear you." You leaned in, leaving a kiss on Bruce's spine.
Bruce moved his hand away from his lips, letting it grab onto the sheets.
You watched Bruce tremble under your touch, his cock twitching in your hand. Bruce's hands gripped the sheets harder, moaning out your name, begging to go faster, to let him cum.
You let go of his cock and took your fingers out of his hole with a sadistic grin. You watched his hole clamp around nothing, pulling down your boxers, your leaking cock springing out and leaking precum. You aligned it with Bruce's hole, your tip pushing slightly, just not enough to enter.
"Move faster, I can't—" Bruce's words died down, embarrassment stopping him from finishing the sentence.
"Would hate to break you on your first time," you chuckled, watching Bruce's ears getting red.
You slowly pushed yourself inside, groaning as Bruce's hole squeezed around you, trying to adjust to your size.
The sensation of you pushing yourself all the way in, brushing against Bruce's prostate, was the final push. His cock twitched, realising cum onto the bedsheets, staining them. He screamed out your name, his hand tugging onto the sheets so hard they ripped.
"Where's all the cockiness now, Bruce? I didn't even move," you teased, your eyes finding his.
Bruce rolled his eyes, his hips pushing back, searching for friction. You swore under your breath, your palms digging into his hips.
You moved, your cock almost slipping out of Bruce's hole just to push it back in. Your hips slammed against his, your fingers too deep in his skin; there might be bruises the next day.
You repeat your action over and over again, searching for that sweet friction. Bruce moans your name, his voice slurred as he's begging for you to go even faster.
Your hand moves under him, once again grabbing onto his cock while the other pushes on his spine, keeping Bruce in place.
You palmed his cock, your hips slamming into Bruce's faster, chasing your own release. You whisper how good he's doing as Bruce lets you know he's getting close again.
Your moves falter as you both reach your orgasms. Your hips stay connected to his as your cock releases cum inside. You try to catch your breath, your hand finally letting go of Bruce's cock. You lick his cum off it, your eyes rolling back.
"You're so gross," Bruce groaned, his palm finally letting go of the sheets.
You smacked his ass playfully, pulling out. You stay at the foot of the bed, watching your cum spilling out of Bruce's hole. You wished you knew where your phone was, the sight too pretty to not preserve it for longer.
"I'll be right back," you said, standing up from the bed. You pulled your boxers up, disappearing into the bathroom.
In there you grabbed a towel, putting it under warm water. Back in Bruce's bedroom, you take your time wiping him down, praising him on how well he did.
You try to move away to bring the towel back into the bathroom when Bruce's hand catches your wrist. He shifts, lying down onto his back.
You throw the towel onto the floor, sitting on the bed.
"Tell me, how was getting your back blown by a man a good head shorter than you?" You joked, your hand caressing his chest.
Bruce laughed, grabbing your hand and pulling you back to bed.
"Only if you tell me how it is getting yours blown by a man my size."
