being longtime friends with someone like BRUCE WAYNE grants you special privileges. he doesn’t shy away from your physical contact, he doesn’t subtly squint his eyes at you when you come to touch his arm or drag him away from his conversation. when you holler loftily after him, “brucie-e-e!” he sighs into a polite smile, and loyally awaits your inevitable and eager embrace. alfred playfully ribs him about it, but bruce is quick to dismiss it with a common remark, “she’s just flirting, alfred. no harm done.”
for bruce, friendship with you has always meant blurred lines, but neither of you have really crossed them. sharing a bed after a night of partying just means he looks away when you peel yourself from his expensive sheets wearing a short and thin nightie. you take a shower in his master bathroom because you like it more than the guest - it’s bigger, with more products that “smell like him.” you reason. the two of you have skinny-dipped together, the night air filled with your thrilled squeals when you dared to press your bare body against him and he took it upon himself to dunk you under the water just so you clutch onto him tighter. the circles around bruce, the privileged elites his age, cock their brows and gossip - noting your closeness, even joke that you’d cluelessly share the same fork with the wayne heir if the opportunity presented itself. some speculate you’re obviously after him for his money. bruce is, again, quick to insist, “we’re just good friends - old friends.” because he’s never actually felt the inside of you. adults can have friendships that transcend the need for physicality, he justifies—that is, until you need him.
“brucie…” you croon, and he looks down at you with knitted brows, already delving into the pools of deep sympathy in his chest, the ones that don’t allow him to say no to you, or reassert boundaries with you. you always have a place in his home, and your ankles always have a place on his shoulders. getting you on your back is so easy he had no idea why it took you this long to ask him. all those longing looks, sharing a bed, touching him so casually, you’ve had a little thing for him. now your nails paint pink angel wings on his back while your head sinks into the soft down of his pillows. it’s no secret he’s hung, but now you get to actually enjoy it, the head of him seats firmly inside of you as it pushes out those little sounds, strained and nasally from up in your nose, spurting out of your pouted lips as you clutch onto him like he’s going to disappear.
“relax a little… can you?” that gravelly voice pets the inside of your ear, and while your eyes flutter closed you nod your head. a massive and warm palm spans your pelvis as it comes to press comfortingly against your stomach. “right here.” you nod again, and will the muscles in your legs to slack, resting all their weight on his shoulders. with less stiff in your hips, the unconscious grip in your guts lessens, and when he pulls out you can feel the tangible difference travel up your spine in a powerful shudder.
“oh, my god…” you exclaim in a deep exhale, when he sinks back in, the heel of his hand faithfully applies pressure, the tip of him meeting the roof of you that much quicker. you gasp, biting hard into your lower lip to quiet yourself.
“that’s it…there we go.” he commends in a low voice, and you can hear his smile, his pride. “feels better, doesn’t it?” you resist the urge to roll your eyes.
“oh, you’re always so smug, bruce.” you note, but the winded nature of your tone doesn’t aid your sense of superiority. the corners of your mouth mirror his, and when you’re able to peel your eyes open, you find yourself locking in his gaze. it’s intimate to fuck as friends and commit to eye contact, but somehow it feels… natural with him - easy.
he shrugs, flashing a downturn of his lips. “just trying to help.”
“want to help?” your readjust, raising your neck to bump your forehead to his, picking up his sweaty hair there, peering up into his eyes. “make me cum.”
contents: drinking, fluff, fun, bruce wayne x reader
masterlist | buy me a coffee
-loving the idea of best friends! barry and bruce who hang out and gossip while their sons hang out. (they were expressly forbidden from calling it ‘a playdate’ by the kids)
-“did you hear about shayera and john?” barry casually tossed out, raising an eyebrow excited to spill the beans.
-“did you hear about mari and john?” bruce would counter, as they sat in Bruce’s office, hearing the kids run around.
-the thought this lil group growing as more hero’s get sidekicks.
-oliver was completely thrown off when he dropped off roy. he thought he would drop the kid off and head out, but never did he imagine he would be here with the speedster and the dark knight.
-“so oliver, what’s new with you lately?” barry would ask, trying to start the conversation, handing him a glass.
-“nothing much.” he responds, until he sees the blank faces bruce and barry are giving him, so he tries again
-“um. dinah and helena are in a bit of a feud and keep bringing me and question into it whenever our missions overlap?” he asks, hoping that’s more what they were looking for
-“i’m so glad you brought that up, cause i noticed that the other day—” barry then starts off with whatever gossip or scene he witnessed.
-and now oliver is fully invested. “wait, bruce you kissed cheetah?”
-bruce looks at clark, slightly offended, “it was for the mission oliver.”
-eventually the group drinks enough as they exchange gossip and stories about the kids
-“mine likes to swing off the chandeliers, any of yours do the same?”
-“no but i have to change my house locks cause mine keeps coming over and eating all my food.”
-when you walk into the manor, you were surprised that the loudest sound wasn’t coming from the kids, but rather the men.
-when you walk into the office, all three men cheered when they saw you, bruce giving you a grin, feeling more at peace knowing you were in the manor again.
-“woah, seems like you guys are the ones having a playdate huh?” you tease
-“not a playdate” all three men answered simultaneously, obviously having heard it enough from the children to receive such an instantaneous response
-“oh you’re right my bad,” you reply, a small smile on your face as you make your way across the room to bruce’s side as oliver and barry talk amongst themselves
-“you seem to be having a good time” you tell him as you brush a strand of his hair that’s started falling onto his face as you enjoyed to slow relaxed smile he gave you, his arm going behind you to support you as you sit on the edge of his chair
-“better now” he says, tapping your hip to say the unspoken ‘now with you here’
-“i’m glad.” you whisper back, your hand going to cup his face gently and rub your thumb by his eyes, enjoying the happiness that’s radiating from bruce. you caress gentle enough as if to say ‘happiness looks good on you’
-you both share a look that say so much more than either of you would say, even if barry and oliver are arguing about which hero duo is more popular with the public
-with a final caress, you stand up as you walk out, “okay gentlemen, i’ll leave you to it. i’ll trust you guys will behave? me and the kids are gonna be in the cave training if you need us.”
-you receive several noncommittal goodbyes as you step out, turning around before closing the door to call out one more time
-“barry? oliver? obviously the better duo is batman and robin.” you throw a wink to bruce before closing the door to the raised continued arguments between the mentors
a/n: i was working on wwwl rewrites and plots and had this thought so i had to get it out there
also: i know barry needs a lot to get drunk but it’s for the plot you know. also, bruce is a gracious host and absolutely has something that will get him drunk
i imagine them like bus stop moms. or you’re the guardian of the kid my kid likes to hang out with, and we slowly grew a friendship off gossip and storytelling
also there’s the fact that they’re constantly battling with the question of if they’re doing to right thing by these kids, and probably love a support group.
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.
“Brucie baby, can we keep the cat, please?” You looked up at him, crouched close to the ground as you petted the orange stray. The cat purred, pressing into your hand as though it had always belonged to you.
Bruce’s lips curved into a faint smile before he shook his head. He bent down, gently grasping your small arms and pulling you back up. “My answer is no, doll. You can barely keep yourself balanced—how could you keep a cat well-fed and well-loved, hm?” His hand brushed along your cheek, thumb grazing your pout.
“But I want my cat,” you whispered. Your lips trembled, eyes glistening as tears pricked at the corners. “He’ll be lonely and hungry if I don’t feed him. I’m the only one who cares about him. If it wasn’t for me, he’d be dead already… alone and cold in this alley.” You hiccupped softly, voice breaking. “Please, baby? I—I promise I’ll take care of him. I just want him in my life. He’s my friend when no one else wants to be one.”
Bruce’s chest ached at your words. He knew this wasn’t just about the cat. For two years now, he had watched you carry cheap treats in your bag, your coats always dusted with orange fur. You never stopped feeding the stray. You never stopped loving it. And the way your glassy eyes and trembling pout looked up at him now—he knew you weren’t going to give up.
He sighed and stroked your cheek. “Alright, fine. You can keep it, okay?”
Your lips instantly curled into a bright smile. “Really?!”
“But,” he warned, “I don’t want to see the cat in my office or our room. As long as it stays outside, I’ll have no problem with it.”
You hesitated, weighing your options. Then you nodded quickly, grin returning as you threw your arms around his neck. “Okay, baby. I’m fine with that! As long as I’m with my baby.” You cooed, practically purring against his chest as the cat leapt in surprise when you scooped him up.
Bruce arched a brow. “Baby? Is that what you’re naming it?”
“Yes!” you beamed. “He’s Baby. My baby.” You cuddled the cat against your chest, cheek nuzzling his messy orange fur. The cat meowed softly, and you giggled. “See? He likes the name, baby!”
Bruce’s jaw ticked as the cat shamelessly bumped its tiny nose against your cheek—the same cheek he claimed with his lips every night. His gaze darkened with jealousy. God, he couldn’t believe he was jealous of a cat barely two years old.
“Then what about me, doll?” he muttered. “I’m your baby too. There can’t be two babies in the same house—it’ll be a fight. And I don’t want to fight for your attention. I was here first.”
The dramatic pout on his lips nearly made you laugh. You burst out anyway, your laughter ringing through the empty alley. “Brucie! Oh my god—you’re seriously jealous of a cat? This tiny, smelly, stinky cat?”
Bruce scowled, glancing to the side like a sulking child. “I’m not jealous. I’m just saying… it’s better not to have two things you love competing for your attention.”
Your laughter softened into a sigh. You tucked the cat inside your sling bag, its head poking out as you reached up to cup Bruce’s sharp jaw. “You’re ridiculous,” you whispered, pressing your lips against his.
He deepened the kiss instantly, pulling you against him until you moaned into his mouth. His hands slid under your clothes, squeezing your breasts until your nipples hardened. You gasped and pushed him back, his lips chasing yours with a frustrated grunt. “Baby… what the hell? I was kissing you.”
You pressed your hand to his chest, smiling. “We’re in an alley, Brucie. What do you think people would say if they saw Gotham’s billionaire making out with a girl nineteen years younger than him? You need to keep up appearances, hm?”
His eyes flashed with hunger, but he forced himself to sigh. “Alright, doll. Whatever my woman wants.” His thumb traced your lips slowly, sensually. The growing bulge in his pants betrayed just how much he wanted more.
You huffed and tugged his hand away, pulling him with you toward the street. He followed easily, though his eyes lingered on the sway of your hips, watching the soft bounce of your ass with each step.
“Fuck, baby,” he groaned lowly. “Your ass looks delicious. When we get back, you’re going to sit on my face. No excuses.” You rolled your eyes and look over your shoulder. “Alright, alright. But first, let’s get out of this alley. Let’s go to my place.”
“The faster, the better.” His smirk returned, and he swatted your ass.
You yelped, then laughed. “Hey!”
Bruce only grinned. “Told you your ass looks delicious.”
cw: NSFW 18+ MDNI !! f!reader, vaginal sex, raw sex, fingering (like for a sec tbh), creampie
wc: 3.2k (this was supposed to be a drabble btw)
After a long day at the beach, you’re all sun-woozy- your body exhausted from the heat, limbs following your brain’s commands a liiittle too slowly. You’re sprawled out on the bed, the sound of the AC blowing almost lulling you to sleep.
You hear the shower turn off and make a mental note to yourself that you'll have to get up soon to shower next, once Bruce finishes up. See, he called dibs on the first shower, so you chose to lie on a clean towel on the bed, a hand over your eyes to block the late afternoon sun.
The bathroom door creaks open. You raise your arm slightly, blinking slowly up at Bruce “S'my turn?” you mumble, half asleep, and Bruce actually grins at you. He runs a hand through his wet hair, droplets falling everywhere, and you soak the sight up.
This man needed a vacation so badly. You were pretty sure you’ve never seen Bruce Wayne smiling so much in your life. And all it took was a little time off. Well, and fucking your brains out every change he got, apparently.
Still, it's safe to say that he was enjoying the getaway, and your heart clenches at how happy and relaxed he looks.
“Your turn.” he nods in reply, walking over to his suitcase with only a towel hanging over his waist, and you’re not tired enough so as not to peak at his ass when he walks by.
He glances back just in time to catch you staring, and chuckles under his breath when he turns to grab a pair of briefs from his bag, “Will I have to carry you there?”
You clear your throat and look away, slightly sheepish about being caught, and groan, stretching your arms above your head, “I’ll manage.. I think.”
You swear you only close your eyes for a second, but when you feel the bed dip next to you, and open them again, Bruce is already beside you wearing briefs and a white sleeveless shirt.
He smiles softly “Sorry, baby. Let me take this towel away, and you can sleep on the bed.” he says gently, tugging at the edge of the towel beneath you. You grab his forearm, shaking your head “No, no. I’ll go.” you murmur, eyelashes still feeling quite heavy. You felt as if you could still feel the heat of the sun wrapped around you like a blanket.
Bruce reaches for your jaw, his thumb rubbing up and down your cheek softly, and he leans in to kiss you, almost as if he can’t help himself.
You hum into the kiss, your fingers automatically running through his hair as you lick across his bottom lip, making him groan lowly. You smirk when you pull away, and he licks his lips, leaning down again to kiss against the side of your mouth, “You’re salty.”
You gasp out a laugh, and push him away half-heartedly as you go to stand up, “Alright, you just convinced me to get a move on.”
“Now, wait a minute.” he chuckles, catching you by the waist and pulling you back down “I didn’t say it was a bad thing.” he rubs his nose against yours and presses another kiss on your lips, making you sigh out “Bruce..”
He hums and slides his tongue against yours, pulling back with a lewd pop, “I can’t help myself around you, you know that?” he rasps against your neck, licking across your skin, and you tremble, your legs crossing over his waist in an attempt to bring him closer.
“Good. I can’t either.” you confess softly, your fingers still running through his black locks.
He groans, pressing another slow kiss on your lips, hand untying your bikini from your neck and pulling the cups down to reveal your pretty tits.
He pulls back to gaze down at your chest, and you expect his eyes to darken, but Bruce looks at your chest and barks out a laugh.
You still, jaw dropping “Excuse you-”
“I’m sorry baby, there’s some seaweed on you. Here let me-”
You look down, and sure enough, your tits are covered in sand, with small pieces of seaweed clinging to your skin. You bury your face in your hands and groan. “Oh my God. How does it get everywhere?” you hear Bruce laugh as you feel him slowly peel the pieces of seaweed off you before flicking them off to the side.
You peek between your fingers to look at him. He’s smiling, eyes crinkling at the sides in the way you love, but he’s still fully concentrated on the task at hand. Biting back a lovesick smile, you wiggle your hips a bit, “And my bottoms are still on. Wanna bet on what else I'm going to find down there once I get in the shower?”
“Probably my cum dripping down your thighs.” Bruce deadpans, and your eyes widen.
He had such a way with words.
“Don’t look at me like that. You said it like I’m going to let you go anywhere before fucking you at least once.”
“Bruce!” you laugh, “I’m all salty and gross. I have sand everywhere and apparently- I’m growing a fucking kelp forest on my tits so-” you dust your chest with your hands, palms feeling prickly from the sand on your skin, and it flies around you, falling on clean sheets. You blink up at Bruce, half expecting him to be mad about the mess, but he’s too entranced by the soft bounce of your tits to care.
He licks his lips and shrugs, “Already told you,” he bends down to press his mouth over your nipple, and you gasp, arching your back and digging your nails in his arms. “Salty’s good.” he mumbles, giving you a wink before diving on to your other nipple.
You gasp, pulling at his hair softly, but you still find enough snark in you to mess with him some more, “So is that your final answer?”
He looks up at you, quirking an eyebrow in question, nipple still in his mouth.
“The bet.”
Bruce rolls his eyes, yet his lips tug up, “It is. Actually, I'm already sure that I'll win it.”
You scoff, smiling down at him, “Oh, really. How sure?”
Bruce pulls away from your chest, and his eyes trace over your features, noting the glazed look in your eyes, the way you bite your lip right then, just from him looking at you.
He tongues at his cheek and grins, “Pretty sure.”
With that, he resumes pressing kisses all over your chest, moving down to your belly, “You’re so fucking beautiful, even with sand all over you. I’ve been dying to fuck you ever since we stepped foot outside this hotel room this morning, you know that? With that flimsy little swimsuit, how could I not?”
“Fuck.” you whimper, your eyes rolling back when he thumbs at your clit over your bikini bottoms, “Is that why you were scowling at me at the beach? Did you want to fuck me then too, baby?”
He groans, nodding along, “So much.” he plants a slow kiss on your lips before pulling back and sitting back on his heels. His eyes were half-lidded, as he stared at the outline of your pussy over your bikini. He kept teasing your clit with his thumb, rubbing up and down, then suddenly pressing in on it just a liittle too hard before rubbing again. It had you circling your hips back against him.
“Fucking look at you.”
Bruce lays a soft slap on the side of your thigh, and you moan softly, “Jus’ put it in baby, c’mon. Need it so bad.”
Bruce hums, pulling his briefs down and rubbing his palm over the head of his cock, before sliding it down to the base to hold it. He shimmies just a tad closer to you and presses the head against your pussy over your bikini.
You whine, feeling him press against you, and he hisses, pushing the head deeper and seeing the material dip only slightly, refusing him entry.
“Don’t tease.” you mumble,
He chuckles lowly, pushing his cock just a tad higher, nudging at your clit, and you whine “Bruuce,”
“Could play with this pussy forever, baby.” he murmurs and bites his lip, eyebrows furrowing as he grabs your bottoms and pulls them to the side. He groans low in his throat when he sees that you're dripping for him. “God- damn. You’re-”
“Soaked? ‘S cause I was thinking about you too. Wanted to see if you’d snap, drag me further down the beach just to fuck me right there, where anyone could see.”
Bruce’s eyes flash and his gaze snaps up to yours, jaw popping. He snarls, grabbing your jaw, his thumb and pointer finger digging into your cheeks as he leans closer, “Maybe I should just fill this smart fucking mouth instead of fucking you, huh? Bet you’d still get off on that.” he grits out, and you whimper, rolling your hips so that the head of his cock now bumps against your bare pussy.
“No, no, please. Need you in my pussy.” your voice is tantalizing, borderline sinful, and his eyes flutter, a shiver running down his back, “No one sees you like this, except for me.” he says against the side of your mouth, and you pant, nodding multiple times.
He snakes his hand down your body, rubbing two fingers over your pussy lips, before slowly pushing them inside your cunt. “Yess..” you hiss, throwing your head back, and Bruce leans down to press various kisses along the shape of your throat. The thumb that was rubbing against your cheek, now tugs at your bottom lip softly.
He pushes his fingers in your cunt two, three times, before curling them and biting softly at the skin just above your collarbone, “Say it.”
You whimper, “No one. No one, only you-!”
Bruce pulls his fingers out and pushes his cock in you without warning. Your mouth drops open in a silent scream as he fills you completely, his hand letting go of your jaw just to hold your throat, not tight though, never too tight.
He moans, feeling your warm, tight little pussy hug his cock immediately. His hips push forward even though he’s already filled you to the brim, and you whine, “Too much-”
“You can take it.” He huffs, pulling back just for a second to take his shirt off, before latching on you again, hands around your throat and tits, “You always do,” he mutters, before starting his unrelenting pace.
He wasn’t fast this time, no. He went slow, and hard, making sure you felt every fucking inch, every vein of his cock inside your pussy, every time you felt like he’d bottomed out, he’d push just a liiittle more, his balls slapping against your ass, and you’d moan brokenly, your nails digging into his shoulders and making him hiss with every thrust.
Your hands clutch at the sheets on your sides when he leans back, using the string of your bikini top still around your middle as an anchor, holding it tightly in his fist, hips rolling against yours repeatedly. He stares at you hungrily, mouth open and panting as his eyes roam up and down your body.
He was so fucking good to you, but you needed more, you needed it harder, so you slap a hand against his ass, your nails digging in his skin as you pull him closer against you, pushing your hips back to meet his own.
His dark chuckle turns into a filthy moan, his head dropping back at the feel of your pussy tightening up around him, “Greedy fucking cunt. Look how she’s sucking me in honey, can barely pull out.” You lean up against your elbows, wanting to watch how your pussy takes him in, how it chases him when he pulls out.
You nod, entranced by the way your pussy stretches around his thick cock, “It’s cause you’re so good to me.” you mumble, “So fucking good, Bruce.”
You look up at him just in time to watch his Adam’s apple bob, and he looks down at you as well, half-lidded eyes dancing across your own. “Yeah?” he moans lowly, and it’s borderline pornographic.
And just when you thought you could cum just like this, just from seeing him so disheveled because of you, he drops his hand flat on your lower belly, thumb dropping on your clit to rub over it, and you tense immediately, hand dropping to claw at his forearm “Bruce-”
He snarls out your name, “Fucking cum for me.” his eyes drink in the way your hips jump, body twisting as you heave, and yet you still roll your hips against him, still push back when he pulls out.
Bruce picks up the pace, chasing after your orgasm like a man starved, and he leans down to press a sloppy kiss against your mouth. You thought you were kissing him back, but you were just panting and moaning against him while he soaked every sound up.
He pinches your clit suddenly, timing a hard thrust perfectly, and he stays there, pushing impossibly closer to you yet again. Your body goes taut immediately, and then the shaking begins. Your thighs tremble around his waist, your vision goes white, ears start to ring, and you can just about hear Bruce moaning and spitting out praises above you.
Pretty fucking girl. So fucking hot for me, shit. Cum for me, you can do it, I know you can. Thaaat’s it, that’s fucking it. Soaking my cock so well, baby.
<3
“-etheart, you with me?”
Your eyelashes flutter, as you blink, letting out a satisfied whimper. You feel Bruce's hand pat your cheek softly, and you open your eyes to find him staring down at you, sweat dripping down his temple. He smiles, a dimple showing “Hey.”
You smile too, can't really help yourself, “Mm. You almost fucked me to death.” you mumble out, and he lets out a strained chuckle. “Wouldn't want that.”
It doesn't take you long to realize that he's still inside of you, still hard as a rock.
You mewl, instantly clumping down on him, and he grits his teeth, “Baby. You don't have to, you're tired-”
With a newfound strength, you prop yourself against the palm of your hands, and push Bruce back so that you're the one above him, straddling his thick thighs, his cock still snug inside you.
His hands immediately find purchase on your hips, and he squeezes your flesh in his hands appreciatively.
“I want it, I want you.” you mumble against his temple, after licking the sweat dripping down, and you can feel Bruce shiver under you, muttering a small “Fuck.”
Bruce doesn’t swear often, his patience keeping him from losing his cool, and seeing him lose it with you, gave you an extreme sense of satisfaction.
You wrap your hands around his neck, your tits getting squished against his pecs, when you tug him closer, and Bruce rubs his nose against yours, closing the gap between you.
You hum against his mouth, slowly starting to lift and lower your hips on his cock, and Bruce’s hands run up and down your back, later coming down to squeeze your ass to help guide you against him.
“You look so beautiful.” he pants against you, and one hand comes up to grab at your neck from behind, bracing you as he steals another kiss from your lips, this one deeper, more sensual. “As do you.” You whisper against spit-covered lips, your fingers threading through his hair.
The rolling of your hips turns more aggressive, and after a while you’re practically bouncing on his cock, both you and Bruce moaning in harmony, both of you looking at where you’re joined, your cunt practically milking his cock, and the lewd squelching sound of you coming down on his cock spurs you on.
“Sweetheart go harder-” Bruce trails off, his eyes rolling back when you reach down to cup his balls in your palm, squeezing softly.
“Like this? You ask breathlessly, your own eyes almost closing, but you force yourself to keep them open, to watch him fall apart beneath you, because of you.
“Yesss..” he grits through his teeth, pushing his hips upwards to meet your relentless pace eagerly. He grabs at your ass to lift you even higher, and now has to practically chase your pussy each time he thrusts up, but at least he successfully managed to shove his face against your tits.
His groans and grunts, all while trailing open-mouthed kisses all over your chest.
The moment Bruce buries his head against your neck and lets out a whimper low in his throat, you know that he’s just about to go over the edge.
You can't keep control of your voice now either, moaning every time the head of his cock nudges deeper and deeper inside you “Cum for me, baby, please. Want it inside, dripping out of me like you promised.”
“Will you do that for me, Bruce?”
He pants harshly, his breath hot against your collarbone as he grabs your hip and pushes you down, keeping your leg up with a hand on the back of your thigh, pushing it against your chest. He braces his right leg up and resumes the pace you’d set with bruising thrusts against your pretty cunt. “Anything. Fu- fuck. I’ll do anything you want.”
You almost sob, as this angle allows him to reach deeper inside you, and Bruce notices, “You’re gonna cum again.” he declares breathlessly, and you shake your head, tears threatening to spill down your cheeks “I can’t, I can’tttt-”
“You can.” he grits out, “Pussy’s pulsing around me like crazy, baby. You will.”
“Please.. Pleasepleaseplease-”
“Fuck- sweetheart, you're gonna make me cum. Gonna cum for you, gonna give you everything.”
“Yes, yes fffucking cum inside me, need it so bad, I need it sooo badd.” you’re a blabbering mess, your voice cracking every time Bruce thrusts back inside you, and he’s no better.
He’s groaning, his eyebrows pinched together and his hand clutching your waist like his life depends on it, and he only lets you go to rub tight circles on your swollen little clit, watching you writhe and twitch against him once more.
You scream, throwing your head back over the edge of the bed, and Bruce follows right behind, thrusting two-three more times before pushing his hips taut against you and staying there, all while letting out the hottest moans you’ve ever heard in your life as he cums inside of you “Take it, take every single drop.” he mutters, his eyes dropping to watch your cunt take everything he’s got, his finger still drawing lazy circles on your clit, making you whine.
“S too much-”
There’s a white ring decorating the base of his cock when Bruce pulls out slowly, and it makes his jaw tick, makes him want to bend you over and give you more of him.
You mewl when you feel him slip out, and mumble something that Bruce can’t make out.
When you open your eyes after what feels like hours, Bruce is looking at you with pure adoration in his face, a sheepish pussy-drunk grin to match his gaze, and you make a mental note right then and there to force him to go on vacations more often.
Hey everyone! So, I really liked drawing Bruce for that awesome Drabble written by @batsycline69, so I found this picture and wanted to recreate it with Bruce!
This is the reference (got it from Pinterest)
This is my drawing!
I made the hands grayish so anyone could see themselves in the picture (cause I certainly was imagining it with myself tehee! 🤭)
I hope you all like it! And go check out @batsycline69 she has really cool Drabbles!
