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In Love with a Bat

Part Two: Through the Shadows

Bruce Wayne x F!Reader

The gala left you with more questions than answers. Bruce Wayne’s brief but striking interaction lingered in your mind for days. There was something about him—something beyond the charm and polished exterior. His eyes, sharp and calculating, reminded you of someone else entirely. But that thought was ridiculous, wasn’t it? You shook it off, burying yourself in your studies and trying to ignore the strange pull he seemed to have on you.

But Gotham had a way of refusing to let things go.

It happened again a week later. You had just finished a long shift at the hospital where you were shadowing doctors as part of your training. The streets of Gotham were quiet, save for the occasional hum of distant sirens. You had barely stepped into your apartment when you felt it—the unmistakable sensation of being watched.

“Don’t scream,” a low, gravelly voice said from the shadows of your living room.

Your heart leapt into your throat as you spun around, but you already knew who it was before he stepped into the dim light. Batman. His towering figure loomed over you, his cape draped around him like a second layer of darkness. He looked worse than before—blood seeping through his suit, his movements stiff and labored.

“You again,” you said, your voice sharper than you intended as you tried to mask your racing pulse. “What is it with you and my window?”

He didn’t answer, just stood there like a wounded animal deciding whether to trust you. Finally, he spoke. “I didn’t know where else to go.”

There was something raw in his tone that caught you off guard—an admission of vulnerability he clearly hated to make. Against your better judgment, you sighed and gestured toward the kitchen table.

“Sit,” you said firmly, grabbing your medical kit from the cabinet. “And this time, try not to bleed all over my floor.”

The silence between you was suffocating as you worked on his injuries. His suit was torn in several places, revealing glimpses of bruised skin and taut muscle beneath. You tried to focus on stitching him up, but his presence was overwhelming—his proximity, his scent (a mix of leather and something faintly metallic), and the way his eyes followed every movement of your hands.

“You’re reckless,” you muttered under your breath as you cleaned a particularly nasty gash on his side. Your throat tightened up and a familiar heavy feeling in your chest. Shit, that feeling.

“I do what I have to,” he replied curtly.

“And what happens when there’s no one around to patch you up?” You glanced up at him, meeting his gaze head-on. “You can’t keep doing this forever.”

His jaw tightened, but he said nothing. The silence stretched between you again until it became unbearable.

“Why me?” you finally asked, setting down the needle and thread. “Why do you keep coming here?”

For a moment, he didn’t answer. Then he said quietly, “Because I trust you.”

The weight of those words hit you like a punch to the chest. Trust wasn’t something Batman gave freely—you could see that much in the guarded way he carried himself. And yet here he was, bleeding in your apartment for the second time.

But before you could respond, he stood abruptly, pulling his suit back into place despite your protests that he wasn’t fully healed.

“I shouldn’t have come,” he said gruffly.

“Wait—” You reached out instinctively but stopped yourself before touching him. “You can’t just—”

“I can’t stay,” he interrupted, his voice colder now. “This was a mistake.”

And just like that, he disappeared out the window again, leaving behind only silence and a faint trace of blood on your floor.

“I haven’t finished yet…” You say in defeat, gauze in your hand. You set down the gauze at the kitchen table and relax your shoulders. You knew you would see him again.

In the days that followed, you couldn’t stop thinking about him—the way he looked at you, the weight behind his words. And then there was Bruce Wayne. The memory of his piercing blue eyes at the gala haunted you in ways that felt eerily similar to Batman’s gaze.

It started as a ridiculous idea—a fleeting thought that seemed too absurd to entertain—but once it took root in your mind, it grew like wildfire. The similarities were too glaring to ignore: their height, their build… those eyes.

Could Bruce Wayne really be Batman?

The thought consumed you until one night after another shift at the hospital; curiosity got the better of you. You found yourself standing outside Wayne Tower under the cover of darkness. It was reckless—you knew that—but something inside you needed answers.

You didn’t expect him to find you first.

“I hope there’s a good reason why you're standing here,” came that same gravelly voice from behind you—the one that sent shivers down your spine every time.

You turned slowly to face him—Batman��but this time there was no fear in your chest. Only anger and confusion.

“It’s you,” you said softly but firmly. “Isn’t it?”

He stiffened visibly but didn’t deny it.

“Bruce Wayne,” you continued, stepping closer despite the warning look in his eyes. “It’s you.”

“Go home,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous now.

“No.” Your voice trembled slightly but held steady as you met his gaze head-on. “Not until you admit it.”

For a moment, neither of you moved. Then suddenly he grabbed your wrist—not hard enough to hurt but firm enough to make your breath hitch—and pulled you into the shadows of an alleyway nearby.

“This isn’t a game,” he hissed through clenched teeth. “You don’t know what you're getting yourself into.”

“Then tell me,” you shot back, refusing to back down despite how close he was now—so close that every word sent warm breath against your skin. “Tell me why I shouldn’t care about someone who clearly doesn’t care about himself.”

His grip on your wrist loosened slightly as something flickered across his face—pain? Regret? Desire? Whatever it was disappeared almost as quickly as it came.

“You don’t want this,” he said finally, his voice softer now but no less intense. “Trust me.”

But before either of you could say another word—or act on whatever unspoken tension hung between you—he released your wrist and disappeared into the night once more…leaving behind nothing but questions and an ache in your chest that refused to go away.

You stood frozen in the alleyway long after he disappeared, your wrist still tingling where his hand had been. The weight of your realization pressed down on you like a storm cloud. Bruce Wayne was Batman. The billionaire playboy who charmed Gotham’s elite by day was the same man who bled on your kitchen table at night. The same man who trusted you enough to let you see him at his most vulnerable.

But why? Why you?

The question haunted you for days. You tried to focus on your studies, on Cairo’s endless chatter, on anything but him—but it was impossible. Every time you closed your eyes, you saw his face. His piercing blue eyes. The way he looked at you like he wanted to say something but couldn’t.

And then, one night, he came back.

Part 3 coming soon… (and yes, it’s spicy mwheheheheh)

Part One: The Encounter

Part Two: Through the Shadows

Part Three: The Return

Part Four: Into the Light

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In Love with a Bat

Part 1: The Encounter

TW: wounds, stitches, needles?

Bruce Wayne x F!Reader

You can’t recall the exact moment it happened. One dark night, a wounded bat fluttered through your apartment window, and despite the shock, you felt a surge of empathy. You instinctively rushed to help, carefully stitching him up.

But this was no ordinary bat. This was Batman.

As you worked, you marveled at the absurdity of the situation—here you were, a mere mortal, tending to the legendary Dark Knight. His presence filled your small space with an air of mystery and danger, yet you were determined to help him recover.

With each stitch, you felt a connection growing between you—a bond forged in vulnerability and trust. As he lay there, his eyes flickering open to meet yours, you realized that perhaps this encounter was destined to change both your lives forever.

You were a second-year med student—he could tell from the neatly framed certificates lining the walls of your apartment. He didn’t say much, but you noticed how his eyes lingered on them, even with the mask concealing most of his face.

His skin told a story all its own—rough, scarred, and weathered from countless battles. This wasn’t his first injury, and you doubted it would be his last. Still, you couldn’t shake the unease settling in your chest. The Dark Knight himself was standing in your apartment, larger than life yet painfully human in this moment. It was surreal, and no amount of medical training could have prepared you for something like this.

He didn’t flinch as I carefully stitched his wound, his stoic demeanor betraying a hint of admiration for my skill. “You shouldn’t leave your window open—it’s dangerous,” he said, his voice low and steady. A smirk played on my lips as I replied, “Oh, but it’s fine for you to climb through it, bleeding and desperate?” Something about the way I looked at him made his heart race, though he wouldn’t dare admit it. His eyes met mine, lingering just a moment too long.

“Injured anywhere else?” I asked, tying off the last stitch with practiced precision. He gave a curt nod, and without a word, turned his back to me. In one fluid motion, he removed his cape and then his shirt, revealing a deep gash that ran across his shoulder.

“That cut is bad,” I murmured, leaning in as my fingertips lightly traced the edges of the wound, careful not to hurt him further.

“Killer Croc,” he said simply, his voice low and gravelly, as if that name alone explained everything.

“You speak so simply, as though you don’t care,” I said, grabbing the sterile alcohol wipes. He didn’t flinch at my words, nor at the sting of the alcohol. Of course, he didn’t care—every night, he put his life on the line. Caring too much would only slow him down.

“Please, sit down for me,” I instructed, motioning toward the chair by the kitchen island. For a moment, I thought he’d ignore me, but then he silently complied, lowering himself into the chair with a controlled grace that somehow made him seem even more imposing. The silence between us was suffocating, but I focused on stitching up his shoulder, my fingers brushing against his skin more than necessary as I worked.

When I finally finished, I straightened up and looked at him. “Okay,” I said softly, “I suggest you rest. You’ve got a pretty high temperature and slightly elevated blood pressure. Other than that, your vitals are stable—for now.”

I sat across from him, trying to ignore how his piercing blue eyes locked onto mine. That was something I hadn’t noticed before—his eyes. They were sharp and intense, like they could see right through me.

“Thank you, Ms. Y/L/N,” he said after a pause, his deep voice sending a shiver down my spine. His gaze flicked briefly to the certificates hanging on my wall before returning to me. “You’ll make a fine doctor someday.”

His words were polite enough, but there was something in his tone—something deliberate—that made my breath hitch. He wasn’t just thanking me; he was studying me, testing me. And for the first time that night, I felt like I was the one under a microscope.

“Well,” I replied with a small smirk, leaning forward just slightly to meet his gaze head-on. “Let’s hope you don’t need my help again anytime soon.”

His lips quirked into the faintest hint of a smile—barely there but enough to make my heart race. “We’ll see,” he murmured, his voice low and enigmatic.

Without another word, he stood up, his imposing figure casting a long shadow in the dim light of the kitchen. He moved toward the window through which he had entered, the night air beckoning him like an old friend.

As he reached the open window, he paused for a moment, glancing back at me. The intensity in his blue eyes held a promise—one that sent a thrill through me. Then, with a fluid motion that spoke of years of training and stealth, he slipped out into the darkness, disappearing into the night as effortlessly as he had come.

The silence that followed was deafening, leaving me alone with my racing heart and the lingering warmth of his presence.

You awoke from a restless slumber, rubbing your temples as fragments of the night before lingered in your mind. Was it all a dream, or had reality blurred into something stranger? Shaking off the thought, you silenced your alarm and began your morning routine. The mirror reflected tired eyes, but you pushed through, the weight of late-night studying—or so you’d tell others—settling heavily on your shoulders.

At the bus stop, you spotted Cairo waiting for you, her dark purple scrubs matching yours. The two of you were headed to the Gotham City School of Medicine, a prestigious institution funded by none other than Bruce Wayne himself. The billionaire’s name was everywhere in Gotham, but here it carried weight—not just because of his philanthropy but because of the expectations tied to it.

“Morning,” Cairo greeted with her usual energy. “How’d you sleep?”

“It was okay,” you replied with a small shrug, masking the truth behind a practiced lie. “Didn’t get much rest—too much studying.”

“Classic,” she teased, rolling her eyes. “You’re always overdoing it.”

The bus arrived with its usual screech of brakes, and the two of you stepped in, continuing your conversation as you found seats together. Cairo had been your rock since your first year of medical school. She was hilarious, loyal, and always knew how to lighten the mood—even on your worst days. Despite her easygoing nature, she was sharp as a scalpel, and between the two of you, there was a playful rivalry: you were top of the class, and she was right behind you at second.

“You know,” Cairo said as the bus rumbled through Gotham’s gritty streets, “one day I’m going to beat you on an exam.”

“You can try,” you replied with a smirk. “But let’s be honest—you’d miss me up there at the top.”

She laughed, nudging your shoulder. “Oh please, I’m just letting you have it for now.”

The bus rolled past towering skyscrapers and shadowy alleys that seemed to define Gotham City. The school loomed ahead—a sleek building that felt out of place in a city so often defined by chaos and crime. Yet inside those walls was a haven for ambition and brilliance. It wasn’t lost on either of you that Bruce Wayne’s funding had made this possible; his name was etched into plaques and whispered in hallways like a ghost that haunted every achievement.

As you stepped off the bus and walked toward the entrance, Cairo glanced at you with a sly grin. “So… any dreams about mysterious vigilantes last night?”

“What?” You blinked at her sudden shift in tone.

“Come on,” she teased. “You’re always zoning out like you're hiding something dramatic. Spill it.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t suppress the faint smile tugging at your lips. “You’ve been watching too many movies.”

“Maybe,” she said with a wink. “Or maybe I know more than I’m letting on.”

Shaking your head at her antics, you both entered the building together. The day ahead would be grueling as always—but with Cairo by your side and Gotham’s strange energy buzzing in the background, it felt like anything could happen.

Once the bus came to a halt at our stop, we got off and walked the last few blocks to our university. Once we arrived we went our separate ways and went to our classes.

The day passed in a blur of lectures, labs, and Cairo’s relentless teasing. By the time the final class ended, you were ready to collapse, but Cairo had other plans.

“Don’t forget,” she said as you both packed up your things. “We’re going to that Wayne Foundation charity gala tonight. You did RSVP like I told you, right?”

You groaned, rubbing your temples. “Cairo, I have a mountain of studying to do.”

“Oh, come on,” she said, slinging her bag over her shoulder. “It’s not every day you get invited to a fancy event at Wayne Tower. Besides, it’s for a good cause—something about funding scholarships for medical students like us. Who knows? Maybe Bruce Wayne himself will make an appearance.”

You rolled your eyes at her enthusiasm but couldn’t deny the curiosity bubbling beneath your exhaustion. The idea of mingling with Gotham’s elite felt surreal, but Cairo was right—it was an opportunity you couldn’t pass up.

Later That Evening: The Charity Gala

The grand ballroom of Wayne Tower was nothing short of breathtaking. Crystal chandeliers cast warm light over polished marble floors, and the air buzzed with the hum of polite conversation and clinking champagne glasses. You adjusted the hem of your dress—a sleek black number Cairo had insisted you borrow—feeling slightly out of place among Gotham’s glittering elite.

“See?” Cairo whispered as she nudged your arm. “This is way better than studying.”

You gave her a small smile as you scanned the room. The crowd was a mix of wealthy socialites, business moguls, and professionals from various fields. It was hard not to feel overwhelmed by the sheer opulence of it all.

A voice interrupted your thoughts. “Ladies and gentlemen,” an announcer called from the stage at the front of the room, “please welcome our host for this evening, Mr. Bruce Wayne.”

The crowd erupted into polite applause as Bruce Wayne stepped onto the stage. He was taller than you’d expected, his tailored suit fitting him perfectly. His presence commanded attention—not just because he was Gotham’s most famous billionaire but because there was something magnetic about him. His sharp jawline and piercing blue eyes seemed to scan the room as he began his speech.

“Thank you all for being here tonight,” he said, his voice smooth and confident. “The Wayne Foundation has always believed in investing in Gotham’s future, and that includes supporting our brightest minds in medicine. Tonight’s event is about more than raising funds; it’s about recognizing the potential in this room—the potential to change lives.”

Cairo leaned closer to you, whispering under her breath, “He’s even more handsome in person.”

You fought back a smile but couldn’t deny that Bruce Wayne had an undeniable charm.

After his speech concluded, the crowd dispersed into smaller groups, mingling over drinks and hors d'oeuvres. You followed Cairo toward one of the buffet tables when a deep voice behind you stopped you in your tracks.

“Enjoying the evening?”

You turned around and found yourself face-to-face with Bruce Wayne himself. Up close, his presence was even more striking—those same piercing blue eyes now focused entirely on you.

“Oh,” you stammered slightly before regaining composure. “Yes, it’s a wonderful event. Thank you for hosting something so meaningful.”

He smiled—a small but genuine expression that softened his otherwise serious demeanor. “It’s my pleasure,” he said before glancing at your name tag. “Ms. Y/L/N… You’re one of the students from Gotham City School of Medicine?”

“Yes,” you replied with a nod. “I’m in my second year.”

“And top of her class,” Cairo chimed in proudly from beside you.

Bruce raised an eyebrow, clearly impressed. “Is that so? Well, I’ll have to keep an eye on your career—you might be running Gotham General someday.”

Heat rose to your cheeks at his words, but before you could respond, someone called his name from across the room.

“If you’ll excuse me,” he said with a polite nod, but not before adding, “Enjoy the rest of your evening.”

As he walked away, Cairo let out a low whistle. “Well, someone just got noticed by the Bruce Wayne.”

You shook your head, trying to play it cool despite your racing heart. “He was just being polite.”

“Uh-huh,” Cairo said with a knowing smirk as she grabbed another glass of champagne from a passing waiter. “Polite or not, I think we just witnessed history.”

You laughed softly but couldn’t help glancing back at Bruce as he moved through the crowd with effortless grace. Something about him lingered in your mind—something more than just his wealth or charm.

And for reasons you couldn’t quite explain, you had a feeling this wouldn’t be your last encounter with Gotham’s most enigmatic billionaire.

Part 2 coming soon…

(I swear I only write once every seven months)

Part One: The Encounter

Part Two: Through the Shadows

Part Three: The Return

Part Four: Into the Light

[ocielsdemon]

Jason Todd Imagine

Expressing himself with f!reader

TW: creampie, p in the v (get it over with guys reader is on birth control)

minors dni!

Okay so, Jason Todd wouldn’t directly say those three words you yearn for often. However, he would literally express himself in small gestures.

“Hey, Jason?” You called out to him one day as you went through your Pinterest feed, spotting an orange cat reminded you of something you found today.

“Yeah?” His nonchalant tone was visible, his eyes were focused on wiping the blood off his ak-47.

“I saw the cutest orange cat in the alleyway!” Your cheerful voice happily exclaimed as you turned to face him. He raised his head slightly, your choice of words catching him off-guard.

He’d question why you were in the alley in the first place, a bit upset, and would ask you not to go back there again. “It’s too dangerous in those alleys, don’t go back there again. You got it?” His acerbic tone was noticeable, causing a slight sting in your chest.

The next day, however, once you returned to your shared apartment you’d find five cats roaming freely around the apartment.

He could only envision the gleam of happiness in your eyes, the way your beautiful smile and slight tint of red on your cheeks would form once your eyes landed on the cats he caught from the alleyway.

Oh yes, he rescued and made sure those cats were vaccinated.

His tiny gestures in buying multiple of your favorite snacks, his gentle touch on your shoulder or holding your hand, and playful banter between the two are his ways of saying “I love you.”

However, if we were to talk about bed-wise.

After a boring late night patrol, he wasted no time rushing home and slamming his cock into your tight pussy the moment he saw you. He loves the thrill of it all, loves to absolutely ruin you.

His cock would be buried deep into your sloppy wet cunt ramming his cock into your tight hole with powerful thrusts. Squelching noises filing up the room with the head board slamming against the wall, leaving indents.

Jason is holding you in his arms, his neck buried in your shoulder and your arms wrapped around his back, digging crescent moons with your nails, his cock would be twitching once he felt the tears drop from your eyes down to his shoulders.

Your quiet sobs filled his ears as he buried his cock deep inside you, his balls tightening as his hot cum fills your womb, you scratching his back as he groans in your ear how much he fucking loves you.

“I love you. You heard that? Did my princess hear that?” He would groan out, his heavy breathing right by your ear. You would rapidly nod your head in response, but he knew your orgasm had not yet arrived.

Jason was sensitive as shit. That, however, did not stop him from sloppily thrusting his sensitive cock into you. He was now facing you, staring into your teary red eyes and one free hand rubbing your sensitive swollen bud.

Your orgasm would soon approach, rippling waves of pleasure causing your toes to curl and back to arch. That mischievous grin would proudly appear as he stared down at your quaking figure.

“I love you too, Jason.”

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I pray to him every night...

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About The Author

Hi guys! For privacy purposes I'm going with an alias mwhehe. So my name which is not my name is Cairo, I love to write stories for fun and I am willing to take requests!

I write smut, fluff, angst, slow burn, anything!

I'm into superheroes and anime and k-pop which is what I'll mainly will write on here!

Anime

Black Butler

Sebastian Michaelis

Ciel Phantomhive (no smut requests)

Vincent Phantomhive

Mey Rin

Baldroy

Finny (no smut requests)

Snake (no smut requests)

Undertaker

Grell Sutcliff

Ronald Knox

Othello

Every P4 member

Soma Asman Kadar

Agni

Attack On Titan

Eren Yaegar

Mikasa Ackerman

Armin Arlert

Levi Ackerman

Hange Zöe

Erwin Smith

Jean Kristen

Sasha Braus

Conny Springer

Reiner Braun

Annie Leonhart

Bertholdt Hoover

Historia Reiss

Ymir

Death Note

L (Lawliet)

Light Yagami

I swear there's more I've watched I jus can't remember right now💀✋

I'm mostly into DC so here we go....

Batman (Bruce Wayne)

Superman (Clark Kent)

Nightwing (Dick Grayson)

Flash (Barry Allen)

Cyborg (Victor Stone)

Raven (no smut requests)

Starfire (Kori)

Beast Boy (Garfield) (no smut requests)

John Constantine

Zatanna Zatara

Aquaman (Arthur Curry)

Damian Wayne (no smut requests.)

Green Lantern (Hal Jordan)

Shazam (Billy Batson) (no smut requests)

Don't be afraid to ask for requests!

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A Long Night

Bruce Wayne X Reader

nsfw! minors dni! dom bruce wayne sub reader, slight cock warming, fingering, cream pie, slapping, begging, names such as slut and bitch, and cursing.

Cock warming is definitely Bruce’s thing. He’d hold your hips down firmly to prevent you from squirming around. But how couldn’t you squirm around him? He fit perfectly inside you, and you needed to move around to feel the way his veiny hard cock was inside of you. Tip practically touching your womb.

“Stay still.” Bruce groaned while you practically sobbed for permission to start bouncing up and down his cock.

He had just left a battle with Harley Quinn. She could be a real bitch with that whiny squeaky toy like voice. Initially, he had caught her doing the most common crime ever, robbing a bank. He wrapped it up pretty quickly in under ten minutes or less, but he was growing frustrated. He could only think of one thing on his mind, and that was burying his cock deep into her walls. He wasted no time in quickly ending his patrol and speeding away through the night back to Wayne manor.

“Bruce?” You had called out to him noticing a dark figure standing at your door way. You rubbed you eyes as you had slowly awoke from your slumber. He could only melt at the way your voice had called out to him. He shut the door behind him and walked over to you. He turned on the lamp light by your bedside drawer and watched you sit up. “Rough night?” You had asked, “It always is.” Was the response.

You stood up from the bed and tiptoed to take off his mask. You threw it into your bed and caressed his face. “How can I help?” You asked desperately feeling bad for Bruce. You always did, taking care of the city was difficult enough. He walked over and sat down on the soft mattress. “Help me darling.” He groaned softly as he pointed to his troublesome bulge poking out of his suit. A small smile appeared on your lips. “Don’t be so amused.” He bit his tongue and watched you go on your knees and unbuckle his pants. He helped along by removing his gear and placing it next to his mask.

You took off his blue boxers and smiled seeing the way his cock had sprung up hard with precum practically spilling out. You licked the precum off from his tip and kissed his tip. He let out a soft groan and watched the way your hand slowly reached over towards his cock and stroke his veiny rough cock.

“Take off your shorts now. On top of me.” He commanded and you did exactly that before your warm mouth could start bobbing up and down on his dick. As much as he wanted that and paint your pretty face with his cum, he wanted to bury his dick into your tight pussy way more.

As soon as you centered yourself on top of Bruce’s cock, he firmly grabbed your hips and slid you down slowly into him before you could. Your moans were like music to his ears and he moaned along with you. Eventually, you began to bounce, but Bruce held you tightly down.

“No. Tonight’s going to be me being inside this tight pussy. I’ll move when I want to.” You could feel the prick of tears form and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. You had brought him closer. “But Bruce!” You whined and he quickly shut you up with the best way he knew how, kissing you. He slid his tongue and quickly explored.

You moaned into his mouth as both of your salivas trickled down from the corner of your lips. He had reached over behind you head and grabbed a fist full of hair and pulled you away. “My bitch.”

Suddenly he slammed his hips into your tight pussy, you jerked up and let out a sudden scream of pleasure. ‘Poor Alfred and Damian,’ you thought. Your heavy breathing and moans mixed along with his as he grabbed your ass firmly and stood up. This allowed him to make eye contact with you making you feel so small and pathetic in his embrace.

“Fuck. You just enjoy the way my cock fits in you huh? My pussy. Mine.” He growled out. You two were a sweaty mess, the way your hair began sticking to your forehead and your fingers began to dig your nails into his suit. Your moans echoed throughout the room as tears fell down your cheeks. A true pathetic slut. Exactly how Bruce wanted you to be.

He eventually got tired of this position and threw you onto the mattress. You spread your legs wide open and reached down to your wet pussy and spread the wetness across, fingering yourself a bit and slipping in two fingers.

“Need you now.” You cried and sniffled. He chuckled at the sight and walked over to you. He took off his suit and threw it in the corner of the room and centered his hips towards your wet pussy.

“To believe that simple cock warming got you this wet.” He chuckled and slid himself into you so slowly, it felt so delicious feeling the way you could just feel him balls deep inside of you. He gently fucked you at first, lifting up your shirt and cupping your breast and flicking your nipples gently. He admired the way your dried up tears and slut face look had an effect on him.

He could feel it. You could feel it. The way his cock twitched inside your pussy. “Faster, please!” You begged him. He wasted no time in fingering and flicking your clit and leaned down to kiss you. He pounded you and with his other free hand threw your leg over his shoulder. He broke off the kiss and looked into your eyes. “Cum.” He simply said, granting you the permission you so badly wanted. You too could feel the coil about to burst.

The way your walls clenched around his cock tighter and tighter. You both were a moaning and groaning mess. Heavy breathing and moans were only heard in the sex smelling room. Your legs began to shake slightly, feeling your orgasm approaching slowly. You could practically feel your heart pounding in your head, your body was heating up, and you were thrusting yourself into him.

“Need..to…cum!” You cried out and Bruce fingered you faster. He knew you were about to reach your climax, and he was too. However he wanted you to cum first, you first before anything. Your toes curled and you arched your back in pleasure when finally you felt the coil finally snap. Your orgasm had hit you in a way you’ve never felt before in the three years you had been with Bruce.

“Shit! Bruce I’m coming!” You sobbed and wrapped your arms around his shoulders and hugged him close. He had paused and let you cum around his cock. You shook violently under his body as he held you close and kissed your forehead. “Breathe my love…” he whispered into your ear as you finally reached you high and began to calm down.

Your chest rose up and down and Bruce lifted himself up. He still needed to finish. He removed himself from you and flipped you around. “Bruce?!” You exclaimed, “I’m sensitive!”

He smiled and instantly inserted himself into your tight asshole. He groaned and pounded himself into you. You cried and moaned feeling so sensitive and good. “I’m going to cum!” He groaned and you could only smile happily. He groped and slapped your ass until his hands marked your pretty ass.

“Fill me up please!” You sobbed out, that was his breaking point. His cock twitched and with one final slam he filled you up with his cum deep inside your tight asshole. You hummed happily knowing that you two were finished. He leaned closer and began to kiss your back. “You were so good tonight.” He whispered and continued to kiss you. He slowly removed himself from you and watched the way his cum dripped out of your ass and down to your pussy.

“What a beautiful view.” He crossed his arms and smirked at his beautiful girlfriend who could only look over her shoulder and smile lazily. He walked over to his drawer and took out a towel then walked back to her. “I’ll prepare us a bath, come here.” And with a swift motion you were back into his arms.

“I love you Bruce.” You yawned, he smiled and placed a gentle kiss on your lips. “I love you too.”

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