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Behind closed door - Bruce Wayne x Reader (Erotica)

I feel absolutely awful, and for some reason, writing smut is oddly comforting, so here we go for some Bruce smutty story ! (with feelings, like the story is actually mainly relationship things between Bruce and Batmom and a little smut around there ;-)). Sorry again that I haven’t posted in a while, I just...had a major change in my life and wasn’t feeling fit to write if that makes sense. Anyway, hope you’ll like it :

IMPORTANT WARNING : THIS IS EROTICA ! THIS IS NOT FOR YOU IF YOU ARE UNDERAGED, I GODDAMN MEAN IT. Like there’s cute and sweet feelings in the mix, but also...smut, so if you’re not 18 or more, or if you’re not comfortable with that sort of things etc etc, this story ain’t for you. I have tons of other very SFW story, for averyone to read, and if you wanna check those out instead, it’s right here, on My masterlist blog : @ella-ravenwood-archives.

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Behind closed doors, Bruce Wayne was different. Of course, it takes time to get him there, to crack his shell and for him to allow him to be that man, only behind closed doors.

Behind closed doors, Bruce Wayne was different. He could be himself...Finally.

The first time it happened, it was rather early on in your relationship.

On the anniversary of his parents' death, to be exact.

************

You had been together for, technically, eight months by then.

Officially though ? Only 4 months. Half of your relationship has been spend hiding from paparazzis and people in general.

Hell, even Alfred didn’t know anything about you !

You understood why though. He was the famous Bruce Wayne ! He had a reputation to keep ! He couldn’t date a nobody from a poor part of town like you ! He couldn’t seriously date anyone ! Especially not you, a way younger girl who wasn’t even that beautiful, intelligent or famous ! (Bruce would argue that you were the most beautiful and intelligent woman he ever met though, but he was always so nice to you...).

Besides, you also thought that the reason you guys always went on secret dates, the reason for Bruce to sneak in your room quietly, or for you to “infiltrate” his office to go have a quickie on his desk, the reason you guys kept thing hidden...was because he didn’t want you to think this...”thing” you had between the two of you was something serious.

He didn’t want you to think he wanted to actually date you.

And if it was known that you and him went on little dates (or worst, if anyone heard about how you often went to just have sex with him in his office, or how the famous Bruce Wayne would sneak into your apartment complex to fuck you everywhere in your apartment...Well, it was a bit unrealistic and crazy to think anyone would know that but what if ?) and such, then you’d become his “official girlfriend”, and the day he’d want to finish this “thing” you had ? The day he’d want another girl ? ...Then you’d be humiliated. You’d just be his woman toy and everyone would talk about you for days. The woman who wasn’t just a date, but a regular booty call...Of the great Bruce Wayne ! Surely, this would be all over the news for weeks.

You knew Bruce enough to know that he wasn’t that kind of man, he could sometimes be a bit insensitive and such but you knew him...No matter what he liked to say right after he slept with you, when his defenses were a bit down and he was trying to convince you he wasn’t good for you, he was actually a good man.

Sure he was known to be a womanizer but every women who ever went out with him knew what “this” was, they knew they probably wouldn’t stay long with him, even if they had hope about it. They knew that the next week ? They’d be out.

Sometimes, you thought about how, four months later, you were still not “out” but at the same time, you knew, just like those women he dated that you were probably just a phase. You were already so amazed that a man like Bruce Wayne would have any interest in you so...But yes, despite what he said about himself, and what the news sometimes portrayed him like, he was actually a true gentleman (thanks Alfred). So he kept it hidden, he kept it to himself because...It was just fun casual sex right ? Right. No.

The reason he hid your relationship like that for all this months was out of fear. Fear for your life. Fear that something would happen to you because of who he was (at night AND during the day). Fear of loosing you.

When he first met you, at a small charity event you organized (it was a charity to give better access to books and such to disadvantages communities in Gotham), he was instantly drawn to you, hypnotized by you.

At first, he even thought you were a meta-human who had the capacity to play with people’s mind, to control them, because the attraction he had to you ? It was just too strong to be natural and yet...And yet as his eyes laid on you for the first time, as you were telling off a rude woman who kept bothering you about champagne, and felt his heart race for seemingly no reason (at least no reasons he understood at the time)...He kind of knew that you didn’t have super powers. That you were just...Special.

He found himself talking to you without really knowing how it happened. And a week later, when he backed you up against a wall to kiss you passionately ? It just felt as if it was meant to be.

But a dilemma was killing him from inside. Somehow, he couldn’t stop himself from coming back to you over and over again but...he couldn’t put your life in danger willingly. You could never have a life with him, his nightly activities would forbid that forever and...So he kept all of this a secret.

He made you think what you had was just casual while after only four months together he was head over heels for you. He hid you from the World, kept you to himself and he almost fooled himself into thinking this could be it. It wouldn’t really be fair to you, to only have a secret thing going on with him, with no prospect for the future, but at least...At least he could be with you.

He could hold you in his arms, kiss you, make love to you...even if in your mind it was probably just casual sex with the richest man in Gotham ! (It wasn’t , you never cared about his fancy gifts and money, in fact, the same kind of spell that got him hit you as well when you saw him for the first time, when your eyes met...you were deeply in love already, and so was he, but God forbid that any of you would admit that first...Too scared of having your heart broken).

And then one day, a solution offered itself.

You discovered that he was Batman. Pure luck. He saved you and...Oh you would recognized that jaw line anywhere. And you suddenly understood (Bruce always said you were a smart one).

You understood why he kept everything a secret, you understood why he never said anything, you understood why he never spoke about his feelings, even though when he made love to you, it seemed so genuine...

You understood everything.

And you told him he was a “dumb stupid idiot” for thinking he had to protect you somehow.

This was your life. You made the choice. Not him. He wasn’t allowed to decide for you what you’d do, how you’d live. Him leading a dangerous life wasn’t a reason for him to break up with you, as he wanted when you discovered who he really was. Nope. He had no right to choose for you...It broke his heart, to know that he was dragging you down with him, and into the madness that was his life...But if he was completely honest with himself, deep down, he was beyond happy that you told him off, that you didn’t let him self-sabotage himself by breaking up with you, that you were all like : “fuck you Bruce, you don’t get to decide for me, only I is allowed to fuck my life up ! Now kiss me you dumb stupid idiot !”.

It was a relief, really, to be able to finally be free. To be able to finally hold your hand in public, and show how fucking in love he was with you.

It was a relief for him to know that you’d always be there for him (deep down, he knew you would, even when he was in his darkest hours, and when he was acting like a proper asshole...because it was who you were, made to keep him grounded, to tell him to fuck off if need be, and such things. You and him were a match made in Heaven). And it was a relief for you to know all of that wasn’t just casual sex...Because fuck, you loved that dumb stupid idiot !

And here you were, 4 months later, after your relationship “officially” started, though you’d really been with him for almost eight months, waiting for him in Wayne Manor, watching stupid soap operas on the Bat Computer.

Here you were, exactly where you were meant to be...

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And this is when it happened the first time.

When for once in his life, Bruce Wayne totally lost control, and let go off of things.

Of everything.

Thanks to you, and your damn stubbornness.

He came home as the sun was going up, and you instantly knew something was wrong...Yeah ok, you knew because he looked sad and such, but also because Alfred told you today was his parents’ death anniversary.

Bruce’s all life revolved around his parents’ death, and really, it was quite a miracle that you were able to crack his shell that far, that he let you enter his life (but really, it felt like he didn’t have a choice, he needed you, he was desperately in love with you and...he just couldn’t resist anymore, he needed you). So you could only guess that on the anniversary of their death, things were a bit...Difficult.

And when he exited the Batmobile as if he was a robot, when he approached the computer without even noticing you, and how his face was fixed and even more serious than usual (you couldn’t believe that it was possible) and...Yes, it was definitely a difficult day.

You woke up before him, very early in the morning as you had important affairs to attend in Gotham City. He was deep asleep as you were getting ready, and you knew that he had such rare times to sleep that you didn’t dare to wake him up...So you settled for a soft kiss on his forehead (even though he was sleeping, you could have sworn a small smile installed itself on his face at your touch) and left.

You were free only around six pm and knew that it would be too late to see him, therefor, you just went to wait for him in the Batcave. Alfred made you the most wonderful lunch ever and you told him he should just go to bed, as he looked so tired...Only you could convince such a man to do anything, and with a kiss to your cheek, like a father would give his daughter, the butler went to sleep, as you took care of monitoring the Batcomputer instead of him.

You liked doing that. It was a way of keeping an eye on Bruce and making sure he was ok. Usually you’d talk to him in calm moments but...Tonight ? There wasn’t one time where you were able to talk to him. It seemed like he was constantly LOOKING for trouble. Usually, as the night went by, he’d have plenty of work already but tonight ? It seemed as if he wanted to get into fights. He even beat up a bunch of young men trying to rob an ATM...

And the worst of it all ? He disconnected his mic when he got into the bat mobile to get back home. It seemed like the great Batman just wanted to be left alone...but that wouldn’t do with you. Nope.

You weren’t going to leave him alone while he was going through such a tough time ! And so you stayed up all night and waited for him.

************

He arrives at the bat computer and turns his chair to sit in and...oh the look of surprise on his face when he sees you is absolutely priceless.

-(Y/N) ? What are you doing here ?

There’s a harshness in him that you’re used to see, only, usually, it’s gone the moment he sees you...Right now ? It’s still there, and he looks past you and on the computer, clearly ready to work some more even though he had a long day.

He looks at what you were doing on the Batcomputer (curiosity killed the cat...fortunately for you, you weren’t a cat, and somehow, Bruce didn’t seem to mind much you snooping around in his files...also, the fact that your name and your birthday were his current password filled you with glee) then looks at you severely and...yup, nope, you’re not about to take his shit.

Without being delicate as he would usually be, he gets you on your feet and...even if he wants to, he still begrudges to move you too forcefully, and you know it’s the first step to break his shell and talk to him.

It’s the first time though, that he seems so resolute, so set on staying broody and such and...You understand. It’s his parents’ death anniversary, he feels like he has to be sad on that day, and the fact that he isn’t as sad as he used to be troubles him greatly. You know it does. And so patiently, you take his hands that he wrapped around your arms to get you out of the chair, and unwrap them from there...

-Bruce...

He turns his head away, unable to look at you in the eyes because he knows...He knows he won’t be able to hold himself up if he sees the worry in your eyes, if he sees the concern. He tries to pull away from you but you hold tight on his hand and, not wanting to hurt you, even in this dark state of his...He doesn’t resist.

When your palm touches his cheek softly, he pulls away brutally, as if the contact of your skin on his bared jaw burned him but..it’s because he can’t handle this. Not today.

Alfred knows, which is probably why he went to bed early (or at least, one of the reason why). On this particular day, he couldn’t handle it...He couldn’t handle love. He couldn’t handle affection. No. Not today.

On the day of his parents’ death, Bruce always made sure he’d be on his own most of the times, that he’d unwind by kicking some ass in the night, and then would come back to mourn alone but...it was the first year that there was actually someone. Someone who stayed.

He cursed at you. He tried to push you away. But you stayed. Right there. In front of him. Way shorter than him and yet, your aura and will was almost suffocating his.

You wouldn’t go anywhere, no matter what. You knew he wouldn’t really hurt you, and you knew that even though he tried to push everyone away, he never actually wanted to be alone that night. He never wanted to not feel anything, as he felt everything.

He needed you. If you ever felt like no, he really needed to be alone, then you would be gone but...if he really wanted to, then why wasn’t he letting go of your hands ? Why was he leaning in your touch when you brushed your fingers against his cheek ? Why was he slowly “falling” towards you, in your arms ?

If he really wanted to be alone, why was he avoiding your eyes when he told you to leave him ? Why couldn’t he just ask you ? Why ? Why ?

He knew the answer. You knew the answer.

He didn’t want to be alone. He didn’t want to be alone...

-Bruce...

Your voice is like an electric shock running through his body and finally, finally he looks at you. He truly does. He doesn’t look around your face, behind you or elsewhere. He looks deep into your eyes.

You slowly remove his cowl, to see his face, and he lets you.

And that’s when it begins. That’s the first time it happens.

Because of your damn stubbornness and love, or rather, thanks to your damn stubbornness and love, for the first time since his parents died, Bruce Wayne is about to let everything go. To loose control (in a good way). To truly, really, let go off of everything.

He closes your eyes as you massage his temples softly, a gesture you know he always found soothing beyond measure. You can already feel his feature relax, his stern mouth drops a bit, small tears are welling up in his eyes, afraid to get out and...It happens suddenly.

The first step of this all thing, the first step of a plan you just made up on the spot. “Helping Bruce, the love of your life, to let go”.

It happens so suddenly...You fall on the floor as his weight comes crashing on you, his arms wrapping around your form, squeezing you against him in a tight hug.

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Your in his arms for what feels like hours. Hours of murmuring soothing words in his ears. Hours of caressing his hair lovingly. Of him clinging to your pyjamas, not wanting to let go.

Words spill out of his mouth without him even noticing. He tells you everything. How on this day, each year, the pain of his parents’ death is a bit less strong. How on this day, each year, he feels guilty that it doesn’t hurt as much as it used to. How, on this day, each year, he tries to empty himself of everything but the loss of his parents, to not forget them, to not fail them...How, on this day, each year, it gets more and more difficult.

How your presence makes everything even worst. Because with you, something happened. Something he never expected...He was happy. Truly happy. And...He couldn’t be happy with his parents gone right ?

He tells you everything, and for each of his tears, and sobs, you’re here. You reassure him. Of course it’s not forgetting or failing his parents to not be in pain as much as he used to. Of course it’s not being a traitor to them to be happy...In fact, they would probably want him to be.

Each of your words hit him, right in the heart. And there, sitting on the floor, holding you tight against his heart, he takes the first step.

The first step of letting things go.

All of your words hit him right in the heart, and help him realize that...Yes. It’s ok. It’s ok to feel better, after all this years. It doesn’t mean he loves them any less. IT’s ok. It’s...ok.

He let them go. For the first time since their death, he makes peace with all of this. The anger subsides, the sadness is still there, but bearable and...it feels good. It feels perfect. To let them go. Or rather, to let himself go, and forgive himself. Of course he could never truly let them go, but he could let his feelings go. He could loose control over them, even if for just a few minutes.

And there, in your arms, that’s exactly what he does.

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You don’t exactly recall how it happened, as everything kinda turned into a blur. It was the first time Bruce told you all about what he felt. Absolutely everything. From the day his parents died to now. How he felt when they got murdered in front of his eyes, to how he feels about you know.

How the pain he felt at the time, can only be echoed by the love he has for you now. The intensity of his feelings for you were as strong as the pain he felt all those years ago.

And all his pent up feelings hit you like a tsunami. All of this pain he refused to acknowledge or talk about, not even to Alfred. All of this sadness and despair. And then the fact that you were his beacon of hope...it makes you feel too many things, and your mind enter a sort of daze.

You recall taking his hand and getting back on your feet, kissing him passionately because that’s all you could do after such revelations.

You recall him getting rid of his Batman armor and following you wearing his undershirt and such. You remember tumbling into his room (you didn’t know it yet, but in just a few weeks he would ask you to move in with him) and onto his bed.

You have little piece of memory about how you teared each other’s clothes off, eager to get that skin to skin contact you both craved so much...The usual foreplay was skipped, you both felt such raw emotions that there was no time for any teasing at all, and you were both sure that if you tried to blow him or if he would eat you out, you both would come too quickly to your liking...

And here you were, below him, with his tongue in your mouth and his cock buried deeply inside you.

But something was wrong. It didn’t feel right. Not him being inside you of course, oh no, this always felt right but...He was still trying to hold himself.

You could feel it in his muscles all around you. You could feel it in his very being. He wasn't letting go, and this was a problem.

You first noticed it when he got rid of your panties and settled himself at your entrance. In his eyes, only lust and love, though there was still...Something shining in his pupil. Something that held him back. It wasn’t his guilt, that was for sure, it was something else.

You raised your hip and grinded against his erection, to show him that you were ready, to show him that you were waiting for him to slide inside you...You left a wet trail of your juice on his member, tearing a low moan from him, and your smile...Oh your mischievous smile as you did all this on purpose ? It made him loose control. Good. But only for a second.

In one swift and rather brutal move, he was inside you, and he might have had let go off of everything right there and then, as he felt your tight flesh clenching around his dick, but...You.

You were the one that was holding him back. The little light in his eyes, that stopped him from completely letting go, it was his love for you. His fear of hurting you. And when he pushed violently inside you like that, your wincing face stopped him right in his track.

Yes. That was it. He was afraid to hurt you. Afraid to break you in half. You know he could do exactly that, Hell, you wanted him to...But he would never do it, and all of that because you couldn’t help but grimace at his sudden entrance.

You cursed at yourself a bit. You didn’t mean it. It was a reflex. You just couldn’t hold the slight little grimace of pain because....Well, he was bigger than most men, definitely bigger than anyone before, and his sudden intrusion inside you, though you consented to it, was painful. But what he didn’t understand was that it wasn’t a bad kind of pain.

-Sorry (Y/N) I didn’t mean to...

Your finger on his lips shuts him up. Your free hand running up and down his scarred back soothed him. But you knew this wouldn’t change anything.

Just like every time you two had sex, he would hold back and make sweet vanilla love to you. Not that it wasn’t pleasurable, oh no, not at all, on the contrary, the man knew how to use what was between his leg. And his mouth, too (it’s important to notify this). But you always felt like he wanted to do more, without daring to ask, or maybe not wanting to because he knew it could inflict you pain...And there, the way you winced as he entered you, was a sure way of making him slow down and make love to you with passion, but not a primal one, not letting fully go.

This wouldn’t do.

You weren’t about to let him ruin your effort. The hours you spend on the cold floor in the bat cave to soothe him and to help him loose control, to truly cry and tell you what was on his heart. If he didn’t let himself go now, it would ruin everything ! And so, even though it was difficult to not just enjoy what he was making you feel as he slowly pushed out and then back inside you, you pushed him off of you.

You weren’t about to let him slowly bring you to ecstasy, to let him ignore his own need and put you first. He could do that later, now, it was all about him and what he wanted. He had to realize that right now, YOU were putting HIM first. He had to loose control, to fucking let go.

-Did I hurt you ?

He asks, worried that you pushed him off like that. His eyes were full of concern for you and it made your heart melt.

But you didn’t push him off of you because he hurt you, oh no. You pushed him off because you needed to take care of him, and to help him loose control.

-(Y/N) ?

He asks hesitantly, and it’s like he’s a small lost boy again and...it tears your heart away. You’re suppose to help him right now, not make him feel like he did something wrong ! You smile and it seems to sooth him a bit.

Your hands go on his chest, and you push him on his back, softly, with languid touches. He catch a heavy breath and you know you’re on the right way.

-Let go Bruce.

Your words turn inside his head as you straddle him and settle yourself above him. He knows what you’re about to do, and he’s about to stop you because...You slam down on his length, and the sudden pleasure is to intense for him to be able to do anything but gasp and grab your hips.

He doesn’t mean for his fingers to dig into your flesh like that, but he can't help it, he can't...He can’t control it. He can’t...he can’t even...He can’t even think about it.

You raise again, and slam back down, hard, taking all of him inside you. Again, it’s a good kind of pain, to feel him stretch you like that. To feel him pulse inside. His fingers will surely leave marks on your waist but you don’t care, and when your nails rack down his chest, the way his cock twitch inside you...you know you’re on the right track.

You ride him as hard as you can, like you had wanted to ride him for so long. You take him deeper than he ever dare go, feeling him hit a sensitive place deep within you. You ride him and...you loose control too.

Your screams of pleasure can’t be fake, he knows it. Your face, above him, like that...Oh...Oh...

-You’re so beautiful...

He manages to tell you between two moans, before you slam back down on him and a wave of pleasure washes over him. You smile at him and move your hips in a circle, as he’s deeply sheathed inside you, making him groan.

His fingers squeeze your hips once again, and you know he’s close. Not close from cumming, oh no, he could go for hours without doing so. No. He’s close from letting it all go. But you also know he needs just that small little push.

And you’re willing to give it to him. To slow your rhythm, which doesn’t make anything less pleasurable, and you slide languidly on his member, using one of your hand to massage what isn't inside you, to malaxe his balls and his eyes roll back. It’s the first time you see him like that.

He came multiple times, in and on you. In your mouth, in your pussy, on your boobs, on your ass...He orgasmed hundred of times with you beneath or above him. With you wrapped around his body. But all those orgasms and pleasure he felt, it was nothing compare to now.

Because he was close. Close to let everything go. Even when he was orgasming, he would always worry about your well being, or even about stupid things like “would Alfred hear you two ?” or something...but right now ? Nothing seemed to matter, but him being inside of you, and you willingly giving him your entire being. Not that you never before, but he was always so reluctant to accept it, to let himself go in you...But today ? Today is the day.

That dreaded day, the worst day of his life, of his year...that day, thanks to you, would become the first day of him finally letting everything go.

You know he’s close, and so you bend forward, your boobs brushing his chest. One of his hand travels from your ways to the small of your back, going all the way up to settle behind your neck, while the other one caresses your ass softly, pinching a little bit (not enough to your taste).

You know he’s close and your next word finishes him :

-Bruce...My heart...Let go. Let go Bruce. Don’t let anything hold you back. Let go. Drill me into the mattress. Toss me around and pound me until I can’t walk straight. Pin me against the cushions and take me, as hard as you can. Please Bruce, let go. You won’t hurt me, I like it...Just, let go. Come inside me, as deep as you can, fill me up.

Your murmurs in his ears are pure torture. He can’t. He can’t let go. He ca...

-I can feel you twitch inside me Bruce. I know you want it. And I do to. So why are you holding back ? Loose all control my heart, please Bruce. I love you. I want you to take me like that. I want you to..AAaah yes !

It is done. He really can’t hold back. And your sudden spur of pleasure was started by him sitting back up and smashing his hips into yours, getting back deep within you.

He pushes your back against the mattress and...You want him to drill you into it ? Those were your words right ? With an almost agressive kiss, he raises his hips and starts to pound into you harshly, hard, just like you asked. And if your moans are any indication, you do like it.

Him who was always so afraid to break you, so afraid you wouldn’t be able to take it...Oh he was wrong. You can. Of course you can. And it oh it feels good.

The sound of skin slapping skin has never been that loud before, and when he bites down on your neck, you know he’s lost. He lost all control. Good. Because you too. You bite his earlobe and he groans, pounding even faster inside you.

In this instant, your both back in your most animalistic form. And it feels great.

He pulls out of you and you groan in protest, but then he’s turning you around and rises your ass up and...Oh when he pushes back inside you, it feels even deeper than it was, if that was possible.

He takes both your hands and pin them with his on the headboard, as the entire bed rocks with each snap of his hips against yours. You can’t help but revel in the sound of pleasure he lets out...It’s the first time you hear him so loudly.

Usually, he’d make small little groans and sexy discreet moans, while you’d scream his name. He’d “hum” in content while you’d loose all control and moan louder than ever...He would always be so calm and collected even in sex. The only time you got a big sound out of him was that one time you blew him off in his office, taking particular attention to it because you thought it was fun to try and break him while people were waiting to have a meeting with him right fucking next door !

So right now, feeling and hearing him letting go just like you always did ? It made your pleasure even more intense. When he moaned loudly as you clenched around him, you couldn’t help but smile widely.

He rammed into you like this for ages, which was perfect but...Hey, he had to loose complete control. You knew he had fantasies that the was too afraid to speak about so...Why wouldn’t you help him a bit ?

As he was taking you doggy style, his hands digging into your hips, your fingers wrapped around the sheets tightly, and idea came to you...You took one of his hand in yours, and directed it toward your backside.

He knew what you was going to do, and he would have usually protested, he would have usually not done it...he couldn’t humiliate you like this ! But in the state he was in ? Oh he would do it, he wanted to do it !

Besides, you were guiding him, didn’t this mean you wanted it too ? Slowly, you let him push a finger into your tight asshole and...oh the wave of sensation ! Somehow, his intruding finger in your ass makes your pussy even tighter, and Bruce groans loudly at the sensation while you...You’re a mess really.

He’s completely undoing you.

By pushing his damn impressive dick deep inside you, in and out with a bone shattering rhythm. And by pushing his finger slowly inside your asshole, and then out, this foreign and new sensation amplifying everything.

You heard about how there were nerves there that could make the sexual act even better but...oh you could never imagine. You wanted more. Always. Though you were getting closer and closer, your breath hitched more and more and you knew you were close to coming...

He suddenly took his finger and dick out of you, and turned you around. You groaned at the loss of sensation but...seeing his face you understood. Oh. Ok. He was close to. This time, from his orgasm. And he wanted to see your face.

He turns you around and you’re both back in your initial positions.

This time, it goes slower, it’s sweeter, and you understand.

He wants to show you that he can let go and not be a complete animal. He wants to show you you just..You just...

You’re coming, as he pushes inside and out of you languidly, slowly, pressing open mouthed kiss on your chest and everywhere he can reach. You’re coming and it’s...more intense than anything you’ve felt before.

You and Bruce had been together for eight months. Four months spend in secret, with just random fucking session and kisses. Four months spend officially together...He told you “I love you (Y/N)” for the first time about a week ago, and you told him back but...all those time spend together, all those orgasms shared and all the time he made love to you ? This was nothing compare to what you felt right now.

You whispered his name, too out of breath to scream anymore, and he let out a strangled desperate moan as he came too, deep within you, filling you up with his seed, just like you told him to...

He falls, boneless, above you, and he doesn’t try to catch himself up. He can’t. Letting go wasn’t easy, and Bruce Wayne had just let go years of total and perfect control...He was exhausted. Both physically and mentally.

At some point, he made a move to pull out of you and roll on his side but you held him her, his soft cock still inside you, his weight fully resting on you. Somehow, it felt so damn safe and comfortable...You woke up the next day, late in the afternoon, tangled around each other, with him still inside you and..Well, let’s just say that it got hard pretty fast.

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This was the first time Bruce truly let go of things. Of everything. Of his feelings and of his needs. The first time, and certainly not the last. Not as long as you were around at least.

You made sure that he would often talk about his frustrations, what was on his mind, what you could do to help...You never pressured him to, if he didn’t want to say something, then he wouldn’t. But then one day, you knew you’d be able to convince him to let it go and talk about it to you.

And you did the same to him, you both had no secrets for each others...And as the years went by, you got over the awkwardness of talking about what you felt, about what you truly felt. About each others and about things and people around you.

The love you shared was the purest and most intense one in existence, allowing the both of you to always speak freely. Sure, sometimes he was an asshole and you were in a bad mood, sure you would argue and such...but you’d always talk it out, because on that night, when you helped him let go for the first time in his life, an unbreakable bond was forged between you two.

Your best friend Diana once told you about a greek legend that people used to have two face, four legs, four arms...used to be “attached” by two, and one day, the Gods, afraid of their powers, split them right down their middle with his thunderbolt, leaving people wandering, sometimes forever, alone, without their soulmate...She also said that it was obvious you and Bruce were soulmates.

You couldn’t agree more. With who else would you talk casual about doing anal and then about what you’d like to eat for dinner ? To who else could you say your deepest and darkest secrets ?

And Bruce...With who else could he let go ? Behind closed doors, thanks to you, he could be himself.

You knew enough about him that you’d be able to ruin his reputation (just the fact that he love nearly violent sex, to tie you up or to be tied up, or the one of his many dirty kinks...oh and how he was actually never that sure of himself ?). Of course you’d never do it but...Yes. With you he could be himself. In your arms he felt...safe and warm. He felt like he was home. Finally.

After years, thanks to you, Bruce Wayne could finally let thing go, and loose control when need be.

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Yes, behind closed door, the famous Bruce Wayne could be someone else completely. He could be almost like a child, wanting attention, affection and love. He could be a kinky bastard ready to try anything in bed with you (in bed or on other surfaces really, and in other places than the bedroom). He could be a lost man in need of help.

Behind closed door, when it was just you and him, he could finally let go. Leave control behind. Control over his emotions, over his body, over...everything. He could let go. Just with you. Show you his vulnerable side, his darker side, anything...he knew you’d always accept it. You made sure he knew.

Behind closed door, when it was just you and him...Bruce Wayne could finally be. As simple as that. He could be himself. Without fear of judgement or anything of the like. Without fear of scandal, or of his ennemies taking advantages of his weakness. Without any fears.

Behind closed door, Bruce Wayne could finally be.

As the years went through though, it wasn’t just you and him anymore. Sometimes, Alfred popped in too. And the boys...oh the boys, they were always welcome to see the real him.

But still. You were the one who allowed him to let go all those years ago, with a simple few words whispered in his ears...

Behind closed door, Bruce Waybe could finally be, and it was all thanks to you.

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This is pure shit all over the place as usual. And long, way too long (barely any dialogue, probably too fucking descriptive and shit), it was meant to be just a small smutty story and turned into...this long ass awfulness. Evidently, I forgot how to write (not that anything I wrote before is any good). I hope you’re not too disappointed ? Anyway. Here.

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