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☆ Let Me See You ☆
☆ Bruce Wayne x Female Reader
☆ Content tags/warnings: 18+ content, smut, NSFW, male masturbation, praise, intentional begging, established relationship, cock riding, spanking, exhibitionism, no beta, not proofread, kinda rushed
"Fuck," he muttered under his breath again, closing his eyes as his head tipped back the slightest bit. The wet schlick schlick schlick noises of his hand stroking his cock at a rapid pace bounced off of the walls, echoing in your ears. The two of you were in your shared master bedroom, him leaning back against the bed's headboard while you knelt between his legs and watched his hand.
Bruce grunted, squeezing his swollen tip before moving his hand back to the base of his cock. The sight combined with his low grunts sent a shiver up your spine, heat pooling down between your legs as you squeezed your thighs for an ounce of friction. Your panties, which were the last thing you were still wearing, were soaked through by now, but you weren't going to touch yourself just yet.
"Slower," you murmured, digging your fingers into the sheets beneath you to keep your hands to yourself.
"What?" He sounded almost pained, voice rough.
"Do it slower, Bruce," you repeated, leaving no room for discussion.
You watched him grit his teeth, a choked groan lodging itself in his throat as he complied to your demand and slowed his hand down. His cock was wet from cumming earlier and precum was dribbling from his slit again.
Droplets of sweat kissed his hairline, coated his chest like a second layer of skin and moisturized the small curls of hair there. You watched his toned stomach tighten, abs squeezing together like he was trying to hold back.
"Mrgh—" Bruce squeezed his base, closing his eyes for a moment as if he were trying to regain a semblance of his usual control.
It was almost magical to watch him like this, really. You knew your husband to be a stoic and controlled man who avoided being put in a vulnerable position. Yet the version of him in front of you right now was the complete opposite, reduced to a sweaty, noisy mess, his cum slowly drying on his skin. Not that he was actually loud. Even in this state, Bruce clung to the last pieces of his control as whispered curses and labored breaths left his lips, his chest inflating with each intake of air.
You don't remember how long you've been watching him already, nor did you particularly care. The only things that mattered to you were his grunts and groans that he was working quite hard to suppress, and his hand that was wrapped around his thick length.
Your gaze wandered from his parted lips to his heaving chest, downward to the red, leaking tip of his cock. Your teeth sank into your bottom lip, your stomach fluttering as you watched his fist move up, down, up, down, up, down.
"You're doing so good," you purred, leaning closer to him. "Keep going, baby. I wanna watch you cum again."
"Fuck," he breathed, squeezing his eyes shut and tightening his fist around his cock. "Fuck, you're—Mm..."
"C'mon, Brucie," you all but pouted, enjoying his current state too much. "One more. Please? I even asked nicely."
He let out another groan, his hand picking up speed again as you kept murmuring words of encouragement into his ear. You were close enough to straddle his lap if you wanted to, your chest nearly touching his.
"Please, Bruce," you whined on purpose. "Please cum for me. Pretty, pretty please. You always tell me to give you one more. You can do it too, right?"
"'M not gonna last long," he grunted roughly, looking at you with blown pupils that made his eyes look black instead of icy blue.
Bruce tilted his head back, your name leaving his lips like he was asking for salvation, like he was asking you to release him from this torment. You leaned in and pressed a wet kiss against the side of his neck, below his ear, and your hand came up to squeeze his pectoral muscle.
He gritted his teeth, stopping the moan that threatened to spill out as you peppered kisses all over his blazing skin. Your tongue darted out to lick his shoulder, up to his ear.
"It's okay," you whispered in his ear. "Let me see you cum, husband. I need you."
Bruce cursed under his breath, mumbling something you couldn't quite catch, and then you felt something warm spurt all over your lower belly and the apex of your thighs, making you gasp in surprise and shiver slightly. Bruce exhaled harshly and leaned back completely while you watched his cum trickle down your skin, your heart drumming fast against your rib cage.
You swallowed hard and pressed your thighs together, suddenly feeling inable to sit still. Your husband had gotten to cum twice, already, while you didn't so much as touch yourself.
Your body hummed like needles penetrating your skin as you caught his gaze on his release trickling down on your thighs, ruining your panties along with it.
"My turn," you murmured when you decided that he had gotten enough time to cool down, straddling his lap before he could fully process your words.
Bruce attempted to say something, but the words died on his tongue as soon as you pushed your panties to the side and sank down on his sensitive, half-hard cock, making both of you moan in unison.
"Shit—" he choked out as his hands gripped your hips like a lifeline to prevent you from moving just yet. "Ah, fuck, sweetheart—"
You exhaled shakily, squeezing his cock and immediately loosening around him again as you felt him harden inside you. Shifting your hips, you tried to get more comfortable, but he tightened his hold on you and groaned.
"Shit," he cursed between labored breaths. "Give this old man a moment, would you?"
You smiled, deliberately rolling your hips forward. "Mmh... Please let me move?"
He looked at you like you were torturing him, with half-lidded, lustful eyes. Then his grip on your hips loosened just a fraction, enough for you to grind on him. Bruce suppressed the moan that threatened to leave his lips, sounding like a growl in his throat, instead.
You rolled your hips back and forth, grinding your clit against the coarse tuft of hair on his pubic bone, then picked up the pace until you were sliding up and down his cock, letting out breathy gasps.
"Feels so good," you sighed dreamily, tilting your head back.
Your hands found purchase on his shoulders and his hands were on your hips again. But instead of holding you down, he guided your movements in his lap. A moan tore its way out of your mouth, followed by a choked "Fuck" when he thrust upward, meeting your hips as you slid down.
"Keep going," he grunted, suddenly making you aware of the fact that your movements had gotten sloppy. One of his hands went to your ass and squeezed before landing a harsh slap there that had you jerking forward against him with a surprised yelp.
You dug your nails into his shoulders and buried your face in the crook of his neck, moaning when he spanked you again. Your legs were shaking, heat coiling in your belly and tightening to a knot that threatened to burst.
"Bruce," you whined against his blazing skin, wrapping an arm around his neck in an attempt to keep yourself from stopping abruptly. "Fuck—fuck, I can't—"
"You can," he interrupted roughly, moving your body up and down his shaft. "What was it you said earlier?"
He was toying with you, you were sure of it. Still, you didn't interrupt and he didn't stop. He angled your hips and pulled you down onto his cock, his tip hitting your G-spot directly and eliciting a loud moan from you. He repeated the motion over and over again, making you squeeze him hard and tight.
"Let me see you cum," he repeated your words to you, his voice strained. His hand on your ass was rubbing circles on your skin as if to soothe the stinging pain he had left behind moments earlier.
You could practically hear your own pulse thumping in your ears, blood rushing through and muffling every other noise. Your legs shook violently as he pushed you past your limit, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as your vision turned white.
The world darkened completely for a moment and when you opened your eyes, you realized that Bruce was holding you against his chest while the two of you were breathing heavily. Neither of you was moving and it took you a minute or two to fully regulate your breathing. No matter what you did, his stamina would always surpass yours.
You took a deep breath and slumped against him, your eyes fluttering as he caressed your hair and back. You could still feel a slight buzzing beneath your skin and his heart thrummed steadily against your shoulder on his chest.
"You okay?," he murmured softly, his lips brushing your forehead with a soft kiss.
You only hummed with a nod, wanting nothing more than to fall asleep in his arms. Alas, he gently lifted you off his lap despite your complaints and sat you next to him on the bed. With a peck on your lips, Bruce stood up and left for the bathroom, telling you that he'd clean you up.
You laid down with a sigh, stretching your aching body. You'd definitely be sore by morning, but it was okay. The pillow smelled like him as you buried your nose in it, inhaling his scent and letting it envelop you like a warm blanket. You didn't pay attention to when Bruce returned, only feeling him clean you up with a warm towel.
A pleased hum left you as he gently slid your ruined panties down your legs and wiped between your legs and your thighs, as well as his—by now dry—cum off your stomach. You turned your head to watch him as he pressed a loving kiss on your lower belly, one of his hands rubbing your thigh.
His eyes lifted to meet yours. "Do you want to take a shower?"
"If you wash me, sure," you replied with a cheeky smile and closed your eyes.
Within a flash, you were lifted bridal style into his arms as he carried you to the bathroom.
"That can be arranged."
☆ A/N: This is lowkey rushed and I feel like I didn't do the req justice but uuuhhhh.... I hope you enjoyed?
☆ ~ 1.7k words
