torn
summary: bruce gets a little too rough in the bedroom by accident
pairing: bruce wayne x female reader
warnings: brief smut, injury caused by sex, bleeding, pain, aftercare, a hundred thousand apologies
word count: 1396 words
a/n: this is just a stupid thought that came to me and then i remembered that there aren't enough awkward sex stories in the world
Something was obviously wrong with Bruce for him to be so rough and careless with Y/N.
He was always such a gentle and considerate lover for her, making sure that she was ready to take him and always putting her pleasure before his. She couldn’t have asked for a better husband.
But this was different.
When he’d slid into bed and breathed in her ear about how much he needed her, she was more than happy to oblige. She wasn’t naturally wet enough, since she’d only just woken up, and she’d figured that the lube Bruce poured onto her would be enough to keep her comfortable, but she didn’t factor in just how hard he was going to fuck her.
“Bruce,” she choked out as he held her tight to his chest, his cock roughly pumping in and out of her sore pussy. “S-stop.”
He’d already squeezed all the air out of her lungs and she was struggling to get it back, taking in pained gasps each time his hips crashed into hers. The dull ache between her legs had turned into a stinging pain, white hot and piercing her senses.
“That feel good, sweetheart?” he rasped in her ear, not fully paying attention to her. “You want me to keep going?”
“No, Bruce, I want to stop,” Y/N forced out through gritted teeth, the pain between her legs becoming too much to bear. “You’re hurting me.”
Bruce snapped out of his stupor and immediately slowed his moments down to pull out of her. She whimpered as she felt his thick cock leave her and dug her nails into his muscular arms, trying to ignore the searing pain. A hot warmth trickled from her core and leaked onto the sheets beneath her, making her cringe as she tried her best to wriggle out of his arms.
“Sorry, sweetheart,” Bruce said through heavy breaths. “What’s wrong? Where does it hurt?” He fully unsheathed himself from her and gently brushed his fingertips through her folds, skirting dangerously close to where his cock had just been. “Is it here?”
Y/N jumped and pushed herself up to her elbows to try to scramble away from him further. “Don’t touch it! I think I’m bleeding.”
“Okay, okay,” Bruce said softly as he pulled the heavy duvet off of the two of them. “I’m sorry, just let me look at it.”
He turned the lamp on the nightstand brighter and gingerly placed his large palms on each of Y/N’s ankles to gently pull her legs back open again. Y/N cringed again and looked away as he eased her legs apart, her torn skin pulling and tugging.
“You’re definitely bleeding,” he said softly, as if he was trying to ease the pain with just his voice. “I’m sorry, honey, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“It’s okay,” Y/N said, her face still turned away from him as she reached into the drawer of the nightstand to grab a tissue and used it to dab at the cut. Her entire body jolted when the tissue touched her sensitive skin and she dropped it in frustration.
“Here, let me do it.” Bruce took the tissue from her and firmly pressed it to the tear, holding her still so she wouldn’t shake so much.
He leaned forward to wipe away a tear that rolled down her hot cheek and gently kissed her forehead as he gave her thigh a reassuring squeeze. She could tell that whatever it was that had been bothering him before had completely vacated his mind, replaced with concern for her.
They were both quiet as Bruce continued to compress the bleeding, stroking her hot skin with his free hand to make sure that she was okay and safe. Y/N still couldn’t look at him but her tears slowly stopped as the pain dulled into a slow throbbing ache.
“Can I hold you?” he asked gently as he slid his hand up her thigh to snake his arm around her waist.
She nodded and let him gather her into his arms, the wound pulling as she was moved into his lap. Her eyes fluttered closed when she rested her head on his broad shoulder and felt him softly kiss the top of her head.
“I’m sorry for hurting you,” Bruce said, his voice soft and low in his chest as he stroked Y/N’s bare back.
“It’s fine,” she said into his skin, letting him soothe her tired body. “You didn’t mean to.”
“It’s not fine,” he said as he lay them both down on the mattress, Y/N still curled up in his arms. “I promised to never hurt you and I did. I got careless.”
Y/N didn’t have enough energy to scold him or argue with them, and let the conversation drift away as she wiped her remaining tears from her face and returned Bruce’s embrace. Her fingers drifted up and down his back, absentmindedly brushing against the scars as she fought to stay awake.
“Do you feel any better?” he asked gently after an extended silence. “Does it still hurt?”
“A little bit,” Y/N replied, squeezing her thighs together to gauge the pain. “Just a little sore.”
“Hopefully it’ll heal fast.” He brought his fingers up to stroke her face and let them trail down to her jaw so he could guide her face to his. “I really am sorry,” he said, his lips brushing against hers before he kissed her softly.
“Bruce, it’s okay,” Y/N said in between kisses. “I know you didn’t mean to hurt me.”
“And I promise it won’t happen again. But if it does, I’ll at least make sure you’re ready. I want you to feel good too.”
Y/N’s heart twisted for him. He was always such a generous lover, completely selfless, but she felt that he deserved moments to be selfish every once in a while. Just without hurting her and giving her a bad tear.
“Okay, apology accepted.”
“Good.” Bruce smiled at her softly and stood up from the bed with her still in his arms. “I think it’s time we got you into a hot bath.”
The hot water made Y/N wince slightly when it touched her wound, but once she was resting under the bubbles with Bruce close behind her, she almost forgot all about it. She loved that he always had that effect on her; no matter how hard a day she’d had, or how much her body hurt, something as simple as taking a bath with her husband was able to help her feel better.
Y/N sighed in content as she leaned back against Bruce’s chest, her head falling into his shoulder as he scooped the water into his hands and let it run over her shoulders. He kept his touches chaste, knowing that she would be out of commission for quite some time, massaging his shoulders and thighs, well away from where she was hurt.
“Something happened tonight, didn’t it?” she said after they were both quiet for a while. “Something bad.”
“It’s nothing you need to worry about,” Bruce murmured into her hair as he pulled her tighter to his chest. “It’s over now.”
“But you never come home like that unless something awful happens.” Y/N shuffled out of his arms and onto her knees to take his face in her hands, the water sloshing in the tub as she moved. “You wouldn’t have hurt me if it wasn’t nothing.”
“I don’t want you to worry,” Bruce said quietly as he took her hands away from his face. “You’ve already got enough on your plate.”
“Bruce, you just tore my vagina open. I think I can handle being told what happened.”
He laughed softly, just a short breath through his nose, but it made him smile nonetheless. Gently, he pulled her to sit on his lap, her head nestled in the crook of his neck as he stroked her back.
“Maybe later,” he said into her hair. “We’re focusing on you right now.”
“Promise you’ll tell me? While you’re being nice to me?”
“I promise. You just relax for now.”
With the way he was stroking her skin and holding her close to him, she couldn't do anything but relax. Even with a nasty tear in the most sensitive part of her body.
