#bruce waynexreader smut

[bkwrm523]

World’s Greatest Detective

Title: World’s Greatest Detective Rating: Explicit Pairing: Bruce Wayne/reader Word Count: 2519 Warnings: Sex in the batsuit, oral.... playful interrogation? Summary: You’re hiding something from Bruce, and he’s going to find out what.  One way or another. Author’s Note: As usual, this is in no particular universe.

In your defense, it had been Clark Kent’s idea.

Apparently, the whole thing had spawned during a conversation with Lois.  You weren’t sure exactly how it’d gone; probably Clark expressing a desire to do something to cheer up Bruce.  Not that Bruce was unusually unhappy; he was just like that.  In any case, Clark had suggested it, and either Lois hadn’t been able to talk him out of it, or Clark had shown such puppy like enthusiasm and excitement about it, that she simply hadn’t had the heart to point out the flaws in his plan.

So now here you were.  Part of a collection of your boyfriend Bruce Wayne’s friends and family.  Planning a surprise birthday party for him.  A surprise party for someone who was often called the world’s greatest detective.

You were doomed.

So, you weren’t particularly surprised one night when Bruce started to poke at you.  It was late, Bruce had finished patrol, and you, he, and Alfred were finishing up.  Putting things away, going over files, cleaning armor, the usual sort of things that needed to be tied up before you three could call yourselves done for the night.  Bruce had taken off his cowl, but kept the rest of the armor on for the moment as he went over files in the computer.

“You’re hiding something from me.”  Bruce broke the silence.  Alfred was on the other side of the cave.  Within shouting distance, but not the low conversational tone Bruce was using.  You were next to him, entering your share of the night’s information into another terminal next to him.  Bruce was using his Batman voice, the one that made you shiver.

“Bruce, are you arguing with the files again.”  You asked him without looking up, feigning misunderstanding.

“I’m talking to you.”  He replied sternly.  “Do you think I don’t know when you’re lying to me?”  It was the usual Batman voice, but there was something...

“Wait.”  You replied, pausing what you were doing to give him a surprised and amused look.  “Are you using your interrogation voice on me?”

“Answer the question.”

“What did I do?!”  You feigned confusion and amusement, not actual offense.  No need to turn the conversation ugly.  Bruce stared at you for a long moment, then hit a comms button.

“Alfred.”  Bruce said.

“Yes, Master Bruce?”

“Are you about done over there?  I’d like some time alone with Y/n.” “Just about,” Alfred replied, setting down what he was holding, with a faint smirk that you could just see from where you sat.  He turned and walked to the exit.  “Do try to keep the noise down, sir.”

And then he was gone.  You couldn’t help but feel excitement and dread in the pitt of your stomach.

You stood from your chair, aimlessly straightening the papers in front of you.  “I think I’m gonna go to bed, too.  It’s getting-”

“Stop.”  Bruce interrupted you.  You froze, unable to disobey.  Your eyes were fixed on the desk, too nervous to look up and see his expression.  You heard him move around, stand, and the slow footfalls over to you.

“Look at me.”  Bruce’s voice was firm and menacing, but soft.  You obeyed.

He’d put his cowl back on.  And turned the voice changer on.  Fuck.  He rested his hands on the desk on either side of you, caging you in, and leaned in until he was inches away.

“What aren’t you telling me.”  Batman growled at you.  Your breath caught, and for a moment you couldn’t speak.  Any other criminal might wet themselves in this situation.  You, on the other hand, were unbearably turned on.

“I, uh.”  Coherent words was a bit too much to ask under the circumstances.

“Tell me what you know.”  Batman growled again.

“I... there’s...”

“Tell me what this is about, and I’ll kiss you until you’re limp and weak.”

Shit.

“You-your birthday.  It’s about your birthday.”  You couldn’t look away from his eyes, any more than you could not answer him.  Bruce moved immediately.

Both his arms lifted from the table and wrapped around you.  One of them low on your back, the other cupping the back of your skull and holding you in place as his lips landed on yours and ravaged you.  You clung to him, arms gripping wherever they could reach, and sunk into him, able to do nothing more than submit to his passionate kiss.  His tongue was in your mouth, and you whined a little, stimulated at how helpless you felt in his arms.  He growled, and one leg pushed yours apart, slotting his hips between your legs until you could feel his suit’s codpiece pressing against you.  Your hands clenched on fistfuls of his suit and you moaned as he ground the codpiece into you.  His arms and the desk were all that was holding you up.

By the time he released you to slump back against the desk, you were dizzy.  Just as limp and weak as he’d promised.  His grip on you loosened, but his arms didn’t leave you.  The arm on top moved from your head down to the back of your shoulders.

“What are you planning for my birthday.”  Batman demanded.  His voice was still a rough growl, but it was softer after the demanding kiss.

“B- Batman, please.”  You whined, unable to focus beyond the memory of his lips on you.

“Please, what.”

“Touch me.”

“Tell me what you’re planning, and I will.”

“Fuck.”  You avoided his eyes.  You couldn’t turn him down.  “It... a surprise party, I-”  he didn’t wait for you to elaborate, before he went for your neck.  You gave a startled yelp as he ravaged your skin, right where he knew you were most sensitive.  Your head dropped forward onto his shoulder, panting at the overwhelming stimulation.

He ground his codpiece into you, again and again, making you moan and babble into his shoulder.  Time stopped functioning, and all you were aware of was the orgasm approaching.  You clawed at the back of his suit, trying to leave scratches on skin that wasn’t exposed at the moment, cried his name in an attempt to warn him, but no other words would come.  His stubble and teeth scraped your sensitive skin, pushing you closer to the edge until you tumbled over it, screaming his name.  He kept grinding into you, pushing you higher until you finally collapsed in his arms.

Batman held you for a moment, just letting you go limp and try to recover before he continued his interrogation.

“Good girls get orgasms.”  Batman murmured in your ear.  You thought you’d need longer after that last orgasm, but hearing him say that in the Batman voice with the voice changer on?  You were suddenly very ready to go again.  His arms tightened around you, and he lifted you until you were sitting on the desk.  Your shirt was swiftly pulled off.  He leaned in, arms going around you to reach for the catch on your bra.  The feeling of his armored hands on your bare skin made you shiver.  When you felt his lips touch your neck again you gave a startled yelp, and he gave a dark chuckle before frying your brain again.  You dropped your head onto his shoulder, and your hands clenched at his armor.  Your thighs clenched tightly around his hips, clinging to him instinctively.  One of his hands detoured from your bra clasp to trail lightly up your spine.  You yelped and squirmed in his arms, drawing another dark chuckle.

He took pity on you after a moment, unlatching your bra and tossing it aside.  And then... he pulled away from you, startling you.  You leaned back a little, watching him curiously.  He reached into a belt pouch, and pulled out a zip tie.  Your breath caught and your eyes went huge.  He smirked at you, easily reading your arousal at his move.  He pulled your hands behind your back, and tied them in place.  The zip tie was loose, though; just tight enough to hold your hands there, but loose enoguh that you’d be able to pull them free with a little determined wiggling.

Batman put one hand on your shoulder, and gently pushed you down until you were lying on your back, your legs hanging down in the air.  He bent over you, resting one arm on the desk to support his weight, and attacked your nipple with lips and teeth and tongue.  His free hand tweaked the remaining nipple.  You squirmed and writhed on the table, instinctively trying to escape, but he’d left you nowhere to go.  The sight alone of his cowl bent over your breasts was enough to make you whine for him.

Then, abruptly, he stopped.  And stood.  Batman turned his attention away from you for a moment, unclasped both gloves, and set them down to the side.  You didn’t see exactly where.  His now bare hands went to your pants, making you shiver again when his skin brushed yours so close to your pussy.  He undid your pants, pulling pants and underwear off, discarding them.  Then he grabbed the nearby chair, pulled it over, and sat down.  Right between your parted legs.  Your throat was suddenly dry at the sight of him, still in the cowl, between your legs.  His eyes met yours.  You felt like his prey, and you didn’t mind a bit.  

“Good girls get orgasms.”  Batman reminded you.  He broke your gaze then, looking down at your wet and waiting pussy.  Then he leaned in, and devoured you.

One arm went across your hips, pinning you down and his thumb dropped down to tease your clit.  The other hand reached up your body to toy with one breast as his tongue thrust inside you.

His tongue found your gspot, rubbing against it and making your eyes roll back in your head and you thrashed on the table.  He ate you out like you were his favorite meal, like he never wanted to come up for air.  You squeaked and squirmed and whined his name, but there was no escaping.  Batman groaned into your pussy, and you felt the vibrations stimulating you and moaned helplessly.  Your hands struggled against the binds, but you weren’t escaping.  You shook in his grip, and felt an orgasm rapidly approaching.  You cried his name, gave broken pleas, but he never let up.  You screamed, your senses overwhelmed, and jerked in his grip.  You vision went white and time stopped, until he finally let you down.

It was a few moments before you came back to yourself.  Bruce was leaning over you, still cowled.  His face was clean, you suspected he’d wiped it off or something.  His arms were planted on either side of you, and he was gently nuzzling your face, waiting for you to come back.

“Batman,” you murmured, no real intention following the word.  You’d simply uttered his name out of a desire to hear it.  He smiled a little and kissed you, long and gentle with slowly growing desire.  The kiss continued into a long makeout, your hands struggling a little without result behind your back in a desire to touch him.  He ground his pelvis into you, gently at first, until he lit another fire in you and had you squirming and whining for more.  

He finally broke from your lips, letting you gasp for breath, and stood.  Your eyes followed him as his hands went to his belt.  You watched, breathless with anticipation as he removed just the crotch from his suit, a bit of his upper thigh plating coming with it.  He pushed down the pants of his underarmor suit, just enough to reveal his cock, huge and erect and weeping for you.  Your lips parted, your breathing coming hard with desire.  Bruce leaned back over you, planting his arms on the desk, moving until just the tip of his cock poked your eager pussy.

“One last question.”  Batman growled.  You’d honestly forgotten about the voice changer until right then.  You groaned and dropped your head back to the table in exhasperation.

“Batman, please-” you whined, but he didn’t wait for you to finish.

“Who was involved.  In my birthday surprise.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“I won’t fuck you until you tell me.”  Batman growled, his voice low and tense with need.  But you knew better than to hope he’d break.

“Goddamnit.”  you swore.  Bruce’s hips swivled against you, rubbing his cock against you just enough to remind you how it’d feel to have him buried inside you.  You tried to keep your mouth shut, but damnit he felt good, and you wanted more.  Needed more.

“All right all right!”  You screamed, unable to resist any longer.  “Clark, it was Clark’s id-” he didn’t let you finish before he plunged into you.  

Slowly, letting your pussy adjust to his immense girth.  You screamed his name and arched your back under him, unable to focus beyond the feeling of his cock filling you more and more, inch by inch.  He finally bottomed out, and buried his face in your neck while he waited for you to adjust, giving little nips and licks occasionally.  When you adjusted, you tried to wrap your legs around his hips, but your muscles felt sore and dead, and you couldn’t make them move.

“Move,” you gasped.  “Please!”

Batman growled again, and obeyed.

One of his planted arms moved to your shoulders, holding you in place for his powerful thrusts to rock the desk.  His teeth sunk into your neck, and you wanted more than anything to wrap your arms around him, to grasp the ears on his cowl, but your hands were still bound behind you.  You tried to squirm, to arch into him, but you could barely think beyond the feeling of his thick cock pounding you beyond reasonable thought.  You two had fucked with him partly in the suit before, but something about him keeping the cowl and voice changer on to interrogate you drove you wild.

Your overworked pussy didn’t last long before you were coming again, and you last consious thought before pleasure overtook you was to feel him coming inside you, and then everything went black.

You awoke in Bruce’s cot in the batcave.  Cleaned up, and changed into one of Bruce’s spare button down shirts and boxers.  You were lying on your side, snuggled into Bruce’s bare chest as he drew patterns on your back.  He’d changed too, stripped down to nothing but his underwear.  You made a small moan, alerting him that you were awake, and he looked down at you.

“Are you all right?”  Bruce asked, concern creasing his forehead.

“Better than all right, after that.”  You smiled up at him, soothing his worry that he’d hurt you.  He smiled back at you.

“I look forward to you explaining this to Clark.”  Bruce told you, looking smug.  Your cheeks heated in embaressment, and you looked away from Bruce’s gaze.

“Oh no, I’m not telling him shit.  You’re just gonna have to explain how you found out.”

“We’ll see.”

[221bshrlocked]

Here Right Now

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Reader

Words: 2884

Warnings: my power couple - angst and smut

A/N: This came out of nowhere. I wrote some of it late last night and the rest of it today. I needed to practice needy Bruce because guess what Wanted Man will address eventually. Also, I haven’t written smut in a while and I just wanted to see if I could still do it or not so your comments will be much appreciated. This is a bit tame for my usual smut because I think I suck writing that now. I wrote this on my phone and I didn’t proofreed it because I have to get back to my homework so I apologize for any mistakes. Enjoy :)

He always commanded any room he was in. Even if it wasn't his party, somehow his presence was felt, sometimes in a good way and other times in a bad way. Well, to most individuals it was unpleasant. He had this aura about him, one that gave off nothing but narcissism, pride, and superficial playboy assholness. 

But you've watched him closely in so many of these events and you could tell that it was just an act. His smile never really reached far back enough to be considered genuine. And all those women he paraded around never got his attention. But they did get everyone else's which was probably the point. 

You walked away from your employer to get a glass of wine, finally feeling relaxed for the first time that night. It wasn't that you weren't thankful for the life you had, far from it. But you just couldn't stand these rich people who thought they owned you and your services. As soon as you turned around, you walked into a solid body, apologizing when you thought you had spilled your drink.

When an intimidating pair of hazel eyes looked into yours, you knew it was in your best interest to continue apologizing. You didn't want to hear another lecture from your boss again.

"Mr. Wayne, I am truly sorry I hadn't noticed you at all." You swallowed the lump in your throat, waiting for whatever insult he was going to spew at you.

"Now now, there's no need to lie Ms. Y/N." Bruce held your gaze and you hated how much that million, no, billion dollar smile affected you. 

"Sorry?" You didn't know how to respond. Not only were you trying to read in between the lines but you were also surprised he knew your name at all.

"We both know you haven't stopped staring at me the entire night and I can't help but feel like we could amend that." He took the drink out of your hand and placed it on the bar, his eyes shamelessly dragging down your form before returning to your surprised orbs.

Had he not acted like he owned you already, you could have gone home with him. Not everyone can say they had a one night stand with Bruce Wayne. Granted he walked around with models and actresses everywhere but everyone knew he didn't take any of them home.

Fixing your clutch around your shoulder, you stepped away from him and cleared your throat. 

"Word of advice Mr. Wayne, stop acting like you own everyone. A little humility goes a long way." You gave him a rather unfriendly smile before walking away. 

Bruce stood still, absolutely enamored by your lack of care for who he is. He watched as you went to your boss and whispered something in his ear before heading towards the exit. 

Putting on your coat, you walked outside and tried to hail a cab when a low roar grabbed your attention. You rolled your eyes at the man driving the luxurious car, trying your hardest to not pay him any more attention than he already had.

"It's cold. You should let me give you a ride."

"I can find as much warmth in a taxi Mr. Wayne. Don't worry about me." You turned away and smiled at the entertained valet standing nearby.

Bruce hated how much sarcasm that last sentence was drenched with but he chose to ignore it.

"Please." He wasn't one to beg, let alone ask twice for something.

 The plea sounded almost genuine and perhaps that was why your own feet betrayed you and got in his car. 

"Thank you," you weren't sure why he was the one thanking you when it should've been you but you nodded and looked away from him. Bruce drove through the streets expertly, not speeding once or attempting to make himself known. 

When he got to your place, he parked the car and nervously played with the steering wheel.

"If you're waiting for me to invite you upstairs, I won't. But thank you for the ride Mr. Wayne, it was entertaining to say the least." You unbuckled your seatbelt and moved to exit the car when you heard shuffling next to you. 

"I am sorry, I- what I said back there...it was uncalled for." Bruce looked at you with a thousand emotions swimming in his eyes and you couldn't help but grasp onto the one that powered over all the others.

"I know you are. Whatever it is you're doing, it has everyone fooled. This...all of this...it isn't you. And I hope you find someone that could make you feel like yourself again. Without the masks and charades. This-" You softly touched his chest and firmly pressed on his heart, wanting him to listen closely to what you were about to say, "here, right now, this is who you are." You didn't have a chance to react, your entire body jerking forward when you felt Bruce violently pull on your wrist, his other hand grabbing your neck to bring you closer to him and before you knew it, his lips were on you like dew on leaves in the early morning hours.

A part of you knew you should push him away or even slap him and walk out. But his lips were soft, so much softer than you imagined. And my god did you imagine.

His tongue pushed through into your mouth and devoured your own, his hands never wandering anywhere inappropriate. Bruce almost moved away from you when he didn't feel you moving against him. But then returned his affection with twice as much ferocity, fingers combing through his long hair and pulling on it when he became more desperate with feeling you move with him.

You felt his pulse beating against the hand holding on his neck and you brushed the thought aside. There was no way someone like you made this man's heart race through the roof.

A few minutes later, Bruce finally managed to pull away but he kept his arms around you, afraid you'd walk away from him again. When you began to move, he knew he had no right to keep you in the car so he returned to his seat again. Combining through his hair, he waited for you to exit the car, his eyebrows furrowing when you remained still in your seat.

A loud buckling of a seat belt snapped him out of his haze and when he turned towards you, he saw you fixing the strap of yours dress, never once looking away from him. 

"Well, are we going to make out all night long or are you going to take me home?" You calmly asked, returning the smile he had plastered on his face.

And you hated how attentive you were to those little expressions.

He was genuinely smiling at you. 

The engine came back to life and you expected him to zoom through the streets, but he didn't. In fact, he was much more at ease now, his hand nestled on your thighs and holding on your shaking fingers. 

When he made it to his manor, he exited the car and ran around to open the door for you, smiling when you took the palm of his hand and squeezed it. He could tell you were nervous but he said nothing, offering you his arm to walk you to the door. 

A few minutes later, Bruce was apologizing for the long walk to his room and you laughed at the gesture because you knew his intentions weren't ones of pride. No, he was actually sorry you had to go up so many stairs to get to his room.

And when you finally made it, he shut the door behind him and walked to the window drawing back the curtains to light the room with the night sky.

Bruce turned around and was about to tell you that you had no obligation to do anything with him when he found your dress in a pile on the floor. Looking up, his Adam's apple nervously bobbed up and down at seeing you in nothing but a pair of black panties and heels.

Just like earlier, Bruce didn't move a muscle, afraid this was all a dream and that you weren't half naked in his room right now.

You could tell he was thinking of a million things so you made the first move, approaching him slowly before pushing his suit jacket off his shoulders. When you saw that he was still willing, you pulled on his tie and threw it away from him, unbuttoning the first few buttons before pushing the shirt away to reveal his chest. Bruce watched your every move, entranced by how gentle you were being with him. When you undid his cuff buttons as well and pulled the shirt out of his pants to get rid of it, Bruce found it had to breathe. 

But as soon as he felt your hands on his belt, he quickly reached to stop you. 

"I- this isn't...I am not trying to- oh god Y/N. You don't have to do anything." Your heart broke at his stammering. He really was trying to stay in control, more for your sake than his. And for the first time, you managed to get a peek inside the true Bruce. This man was trying to make you see him and so far, he was succeeding. He just didn't know it.

"Bruce..."

The sound of his name on your lips was probably what broke the spell. Somehow more aggressively than before, he wrapped his arms around you and carried you to his bed, leaving kisses anywhere he could reach before depositing you on his bed. 

You noticed that he liked to be as close to you as possible. Maybe he was touch starved. No scratch that, he was definitely touch starved. The man lost his parents at such a young age and only lived with his butler. He really was in some desperate need for proper and healthy attention.

You moaned and gasped as he worshipped your skin, half yelling his name when he pinched and licked your hard nipples. Between the assault on your breasts and feeling how hard he was, you were done for. 

"Bruce please...off, take this off. Need you," you never sounded this desperate for anyone or anything but you knew he needed to hear this. Damn him to hell for what he was going to have you feeling the next morning but a part of you loved the fact that you were able to help him. 

Bruce quickly obliged, grudgingly standing up to take his pants off before nestling between your thighs again. You pushed yourself against him, wanting to feel as much of his strangely scarred and bruised body as possible.

"Wai- oh fuck, Y/N please wait. I- I don't have a condom."

"I'm on the pill, just-" You were frantic, trying to take your panties off but whining when he didn't give you a chance.

"No no I can't take advantage of you, not you. We could-"

"If you don't fuck me right now I will actually be so goddamn angry at you." You had nothing else to threaten him with. And yet the look he had on his face when you said that managed to make you believe, even for a second, that he couldn't stand the thought of you being angry with him. 

"Y/N," he moaned your name before leaning down and taking your lips again. You sighed when you felt him palming the wet spot on your panties before pushing them aside and smearing your juices everywhere. Whatever clarity you had left was gone out the window as soon as you felt his fingers move inside you.  He was slow at first, expertly rubbing every spot that had you seeing stars. But then his hands got a little rough and before you knew it, he was fucking you with his fingers will whispering the filthiest things in your ears.

You held onto his shoulders, panting against him and not caring that you were probably bruising his beautiful skin. Within minutes, you were shaking in his arms, begging him to slow down or stop because you couldn't take the pleasure anymore.

As you came down from your little blissful high, you could feel something else nudge against your entrance. But he was still hesitating.

"Please...Bruce please I need you. Want to feel you inside me. Pl-please," you weren't surprised when he couldn't hold back and thrust in all at once. He was bigger than you thought, so much warmer and thicker than any other man you slept with. 

"Oh god Bruce...fuck, Bruce, you're so big. G-give me a second." You whispered against his jaw, trying to focus on opening up for him so he could move. You really needed him to move.

Bruce was panting above you, trying to stay in control to not hurt you. But you felt so fucking good.

"Shit... you're so tight around me Y/N. So goddamn warm and tight and perfect. I could stay here forever." He kept kissing your neck and cheeks, wanting you to feel safe in his arms.

The sensation was new to him. But he didn't want to think this way or feel this way ever again. Not after-

And the words he said made you feel so special. But you didn't want to dwell too much on that last bit. He was way out of your league.

"Move. Oh my god, you feel so fucking good inside me Bruce...you can move." You struggled to say to him but it was all worth it.

Bruce gently pulled almost all the way out before snapping his hips back into you again. He couldn't hold back even if he tried, not with the way you were moaning his name and sighing whenever his hard chest brushed against your achingly sensitive nipples. He went from hard thrusts to soft gyrating of his hips, knowing when he should get a little rougher or slower. You held onto him like your life depended on it, occasionally kissing his Adam's apple or licking the vein protruding from his neck. He never realized it but he apparently liked it a lot when you gave his neck attention.

"Y/N...'m so close. Please baby come with me. Want to feel you come on my cock. Feel so good wrapped around me...please come with me. Ah fuck...fuck oh god I'm- I'm coming," Bruce dropped his head into the crook of your neck, unable to hold himself back as he bit your shoulder and growled his release with a few hard thrusts. His body shuddered when he felt you clenching around him, milking him dry as you felt hot spurts fill you up and begin to roll down your thighs. 

You were both breathing heavily and you didn't know what came over you but you rubbed his back to comfort him when his body continued to shake above you. He tried to move but you didn't let him, feeling safe with his weight on top of you and knowing this was helping him as well. 

Bruce finally managed to fall to the side, immediately pulling you into his arms and wrapping both of them around you protectively as you nuzzled into his neck.

Neither of you said anything, drowning in each others' scent and warmth as you went into a deep sleep.

Hours later, Bruce woke up from the light seeping through his window and he growled before remembering the events of the night. He sat up immediately and looked around the room, not finding any trace of you or your clothes. He quickly got up and got dressed, thinking you were eating breakfast or something.

But when he saw Alfred, he knew that you were gone.

"Good morning Master Wayne, young Ms. Y/N apologized for leaving so early and asked me to tell you that she left something for you on the nightstand." Bruce was running back to his room before Alfred finished his sentence, bursting through the doors to reach his nightstand.

His heart sank when he saw what was on there.

But he was so careful.

Slowly, he approached his bed and sat on it, grabbing the letter from under the batarang. 

Dear Bruce,

You're probably dreading reading this letter but please don't worry. Your secret is safe with me. And I will never try to use it against you in any way. I just didn't feel right not telling you that I found it on your bathroom floor. I cleaned the blood off of it so you wouldn't have to. Just try to be careful with who you bring home next time please.

Thank you for the best night of my life. 

Warm wishes, Y/N

P.S. Please take care of yourself. 

Bruce didn't know what he was feeling.

All he did know was that he would try everything in his power to convince you that he doesn't want anyone else. He only wanted you and he would make sure to make you see past all of his masks. He couldn't afford to lose someone else.

[oh-come-to-daddy]

Summary: The daughter of a mother struggling to pay off her debts, finds herself in a compromising situation when she starts falling for her step - father, who also happens to be head of a elite mob organization.

Rating: M

Warnings: Sex, age gap relationship, BDSM (always consensual), heavy alcohol usage, drug references, violence, daddy kink (dd/lg), and cheating. If you find any of these themes to be triggering or offensive to you in any ways, shape, or form, please reconsider reading this.

Disclaimers: 

Any GIF’s or pictures used are not our own and we do not claim to own any of them. If they are not saved on our computer, we will provide credit for them below.

This story is metalteeth-goldchain ‘s original story idea. 

oh-come-to-daddy will be fixing the chapters for easy reading as the story progresses. 

metalteeth-goldchain will be RP-ing as SOPHIA

oh-come-to-daddy will be RP-ing as BRUCE.

Any addition of characters or additional warnings will be posted at the top of each response as they are written.

Chapter 1.

Sophia

Bruce

[bkwrm523]

Debriefing

Title: Debriefing Rating: Explicit Pairing: Bruce Wayne/reader Word Count: 2986 Warnings: Smut, batcave sex, table sex, oral, vibrators, daddy kink, feels confessions. Summary: Bruce and the reader have an argument after patrol Author’s Note: As usual, this is about no particular universe’s Batman.  You get to see whichever one you want.

The car pulled to a stop inside Bruce Wayne’s garage, and you exhaled a sigh of relief as you turned the car off.  You’d almost stopped to pick him up, but Alfred over the coms had assured you that he would drive the Batmobile home.  Probably a better idea than you picking him up, anyway.  It would have been hard to explain.  With all the punishment you’d put Bruce’s car through, you were a bit surprised it had managed to limp all the way home.

“Alfred,” you said aloud, your voice picked up by the com unit in your ear.  “Is-”

“Master Bruce is already here.”  Alfred answered, not needing to wait for the rest of your question to know what you were asking.  “He’s currently in the cave, if you wish to speak to him.”

“Thanks, Alfred.”  You signed and shut your eyes for a minute.

Bruce had almost died tonight.

You could tell something was wrong with the supervillain he just charged into, and tried to warn Bruce to take it slow and careful.  He hadn’t listened, and you’d had to rescue him.  By stealing one of Bruce Wayne’s cars and trying to run the villain over.

You finally pushed the car door open, heaving yourself out of the car and walked into the house.  It felt like it took an hour for you to reach the batcave, so massive was the house.

“So, that went well.”  You spat sarcastically as you descended into the Batcave.  You could see the top of Bruce’s head around the desk and monitors, and walked slowly towards him.

“It could have been worse.”  He replied, not turning towards you.  “Thank you for that.”

“You’re welcome.”  You told him calmly.  “It wouldn’t have been necessary if you’d just listened to me from the start.”  Your voice was clipped, not afraid to make your annoyance audible.  You finally walked around the computer, and his form came fully into view.

And damn was that a mistake.  He was shirtless.

You’d been working for Bruce for months, and had been suppressing your feelings for him the whole time.  He was miles out of your league.  You could never quite tell if he’d figured it out or not.  Bruce wasn’t the easiest person to lie to, but the way he behaved… it was either totally innocent, or he was enjoying toying with you.  It made you frightened and excited all at once.  

Bruce still wore the pants and boots of the Batsuit, but he’d discarded everything above the waist.  Your mouth went dry, and you suddenly forgot how to form words.  You swallowed, an effort of will keeping your jaw from dropping to the floor.  It was quite difficult to remember why you’d been angry.  There was a large bandage on his shoulder from where he’d been grazed by a bullet.  The rest of his torso was a mass of bruises.  It was hardly a secret how much Bruce worked out, and damn did it show with the view of him without a shirt.  You couldn’t take your eyes off his chest.

“I’ve faced skilled opponents before.”  Bruce said calmly, turning to face you.  Somehow, you managed to force your eyes off his chest and back to his face.  Was that a smirk?  Shit, his face wasn’t any better.  You took in a breath, looking away from him and down at the desk, searching your brain for the arguments that had been so clear before he’d taken his fucking shirt off.

“We… uh, we needed a plan.”  You stuttered out, sounding anything but convincing.

“I’ve been doing this for years,” Bruce replied, sounding amused.  He stepped closer to you, and you felt your breath catch.  You didn’t think you could handle this.  “I know what I’m doing, and I felt I could handle the situation.”

“You wanted me to be a part of this team because you wanted my advice.”  A full sentence!  Fantastic!  And all that went out the window when your eyes flitted over his still bare chest again.  Fuck.  “If - if, uh, you don’t listen to me, then… then I’m not - not sure what I’m, uhm, doing here.”  Look away from his face.  Look away from his chest.  Fuck, just look away from him in general.  You quickly dropped your eyes back to the desk.  Safer that way.  Bruce moved again, stepping into your space until you could feel the warmth from his body.

“I won’t always agree with you, but don’t underestimate your contributions.”  Bruce replied, smooth and comforting.  He rested a hand on your arm, and you nearly moaned aloud at the touch of his skin on yours.  He rubbed a thumb gently against the skin on your inner arm, and you swallowed again.  His other hand gently grabbed your chin, lifting your head to force you to look at him.  You had to fight the urge to let out a squeak, feeling trapped under his gaze.  His eyes… the best you could describe it, was predatory amusement.

“I, uh…” you swallowed, your throat suddenly dry.  A smirk curled his lips as he stared at you.  “You’re doing this on purpose.”

“I don’t know what you mean.”  Bruce said, his voice filled with amusement as his smirk grew smug.  He stepped forward again, forcing you to stumble backwards until your ass hit the desk.  His steps were slow and measured and confident, where you were an undignified scramble, nearly falling before you hit the desk.  You could feel his breath on your lips, making your own breath catch.

Finally, after months of teasing, your patience snapped.

You leaned into him, crossing the last of the distance between your lips and his.  Bruce growled, and this time you couldn’t stop the squeak that emerged from you.  A small smile curled his lips briefly.  The hand that had been on your chin moved to cup the back of your skull and hold you in place as his tongue pushed into your mouth, ravaging your lips.  You moaned, leaning into him, overwhelmed with sensation.  His stubble was starting to grow back, making the kiss pleasantly rough.  His hand on your head, his other arm on your back, the warmth of his bare chest pressing into you.  He kissed you aggressively, leaning you back against the table.  You lifted your arms to wrap around his shoulders, clinging to him as he dominated the kiss, trapping you against his form.  A thigh pushed between your legs, pushing one leg out of the way.  His pants were armored, so you couldn’t tell if he was erect under them, but you’d be willing to bet he was.  You tried to mumble around his lips and tongue, but everything came out muffled, and all you could do was surrender and moan.

When Bruce finally released your lips, you dropped your head back and gasped for air.  A moment later, the breath left your lungs when you felt Bruce’s lips on your neck.  The stubble that had been pleasant during the kiss was so much more stimulating on your neck, and your knees simply gave out.  The hand on your head dropped to your back, and his grip tightened around you, holding you aloft.  He lifted you a little, setting you down on the desk.  The elevated height brought your face about level with his, and he finally stood up straight.  Your mouth went dry again, trying to take everything in at once, for about a second before he was on you again.

Your legs went around his waist, his chest pressed against you again.  One arm went around your back, and the other lifted to tilt your head to the side, giving him access to your neck.  You whined and squirmed in his arms as his lips stole your ability to think.  He leaned into you, his hips making little thrusts into you.  Your head rolled back on your shoulders, and your fingers scratched at his bare shoulderblades.  You whined his name, panting and trying to find the breath to plead.  He gave a groaning growl and leaned into you.  You whined more and ground into him, wishing he’d just take off his pants already so you could feel him.

One of the arms on your back went lowered, until it was practically around your ass.  He pulled your hips into his, holding you tightly to him and ground back into you.  You cried his name as his teeth bit into your neck, biting and sucking just where you were most sensitive.  He rubbed against your clit until your eyes rolled back in your head.

“Bruce,” you breathed, your hand unconsciously lifting to bury in his hair.  Another growl came from your neck.  His hips rhythmically rocked into yours, making you whine and moan and plead.  You tried to squirm away, but his grip was a vise, and you weren’t escaping any time soon.

Bruce ripped away from you, stepping back and withdrawing his heat from you as suddenly as he’d attacked you, leaving you dazed, breathless, and confused.  He held your gaze for a long moment, before dropping his eyes down to his pants as he undid the latches.  You almost leaned forward to help him, but resisted the urge; his pants were armored, and bound to be complicated.  However they were designed, he’d be much more efficient at removing them than you would.

A moment later, it occurred to you that his hands were busy.  That they would be for a few moments, at least.  You pulled your shirt off quickly, tossing it heedlessly to the side.  Your bra was discarded an instant later.  You leaned back a little, dropping your head back on your shoulders, sliding your eyelids partly shut and cupping your breasts with your hands.  You tweaked your nipples, giving a soft sigh at the stimulation.  You kept your eyes on him, and so you saw the exact moment he heard you sigh, and saw his eyes snapped up to you.  They narrowed when he saw what you were doing.  A small growl escaped his lips, and you bit your own lip to suppress the noise that tried to escape you.  His movements on his pants were swift and clipped, and in no time he had removed the rest of his clothes.  He took a swift step forwards, and you dropped your hands to the desk and smirked at him.

“You realize you’re going to pay for that, kitten?”  Bruce asked, giving a crooked, confident smirk.

“Worth it,” you giggled.  Bruce held your eyes for a moment, then produced a zip tie from a drawer.  He didn’t give you time to speak, but pulled your hands behind your back, and secured them in place.  He pulled the zip tie tight, but looser than you expected.  You wiggled a little, testing it; it was tight enough to keep your hands there, but loose enough that you’d have no trouble pulling them free if you really wanted to.  Bruce waited for you to finish testing it, until you looked back up at him.  He kissed you again, gentle this time, cupping the back of your skull again with one hand and planting the other behind you.  You squirmed a little, struggling fruitlessly against the bonds and his hands, but got nowhere.  Bruce leaned forward, slowly pushing you back.  You leaned into his arms, letting him support you as he carefully pushed you down onto the desk, lying somewhat awkwardly on top of your bound hands.  He released your lips with a parting nip, letting you gasp for breath as you tried to guess his next move.

You half expected him to attack your breasts, but instead you felt his hands at your pants.  He undid them, pulled them off, leaving you lying naked on the table.  You could suppress the small ‘meep’ that emerged when you saw the way he ogled your naked pussy ravenously.  Bruce turned his torso around, looking around the small space you were both in, until he spotted the chair.  He grabbed it, pulling it over next to the space of counter you were lying on, and sat.

Oh.

He intended to take his time with you.

You swallowed reflexively, nervous and excited all at once.  It must have shown on your face, as Bruce gave you a smirk with eyes full of mischief.  From the angle you had, you couldn’t really see much more than his face.  But you suddenly felt his fingers tease your opening ever so lightly.  You gave a loud moan and dropped your head down on the table with a thunk.  When you felt a vibrator teasing around your clit, you gave a yelp and your legs jerked.  Where the ever living fuck had he gotten that from?!

Bruce didn’t show any mercy, continuing his teasing of your clit as he leaned in.  You felt his breath on your pussy lips, and your eyes slid closed as your breath came in short, quick pants.  His tongue pushed into you, and you felt as much as heard his pleased groan at your taste.  A small whine left you at the noise, the vibrations from him and the vibrator teasing you more than stimulating you, leaving you desperate for more.

“Bruce,” you gasped.  “Please.”

The vibrator grazed your clit then, and your legs shot straight up.  Bruce leaned into you, burying his face in you and devouring you ravenously.  He rested his free hand on your hip, holding you steady as he tortured you with tongue and vibrator until you screamed.

Two or three orgasms later, you’d lost count, Bruce sat back and removed his stimulation, finally letting you come down.  Your legs (you hadn’t quite registered it, but apparently they’d been sticking out totally straight while he’d been working on you) fell back down to the counter.  You panted hard, trying to catch your breath after the marathon he’d put you through.

Bruce stood, leaning over you and resting his arms on the table to support his weight.  His expression was tender, gentle, in a contrast to the pleasurable torture he’d just put you through.  One hand stroked a lock of hair out of your face.

“Can you do one more, kitten?”  Bruce asked you softly.  You didn’t even have to think, you just nodded.  

Bruce dropped a short, soft kiss on your lips, then nuzzled his face into your neck.  Your overstimulated nerves jumped at the feeling, and all you could do was give a weak moan and squirm a little.  He leaned his hips into yours, until you felt his erection against your pussy, sliding against your clit.  The orgasms he’d given you made you still wet enough that it felt amazing.  You groaned, and Bruce stopped his teasing of your neck to sink his teeth into your skin and growl.

“‘M ready.”  You gasped out.  “Please.”  That drew another growl from Bruce, and he let your neck out of his teeth, resting his forehead against you and panting into your wet skin.  One hand left the table, going between his legs to position his dick as he pulled back.

When Bruce finally slid into you, it was so painfully slow that you couldn’t help but squirm and whine.

“Stop.  Moving.”  Bruce growled, his voice dropping into his Batman voice, only arousing you further.

“Please, daddy!”  You cried, then froze.  The words just came out without thinking, and you didn’t know if he was into that.  Bruce stopped moving for a moment, as well, and for a horrible moment you were terrified that you’d killed the mood.

“Be patient, princess.”  Bruce growled into your ear, nipping at you.  Lust filled his voice, soothing your worry that your exclamation had been unwanted; far from it.

Bruce kept pushing his dick into you, continuing until he bottomed out.  Then he just sat there, frustratingly patient, waiting and panting and nipping at your neck while he waited for you to adjust.

“Please, daddy, just fuck me!”  You finally cried, unable to wait any longer.

And boy, did he.

Bruce’s hands on the table moved, grasping the far edge of it with both hands to hold it steady as his hips thrusted into yours.  Your head rolled back, arching your back into him.  You were utterly unable to speak, tiny unintelligible noises emitting from you.  Bruce buried his face in your neck, alternately sucking and nipping hard at your neck as he made the table shudder from his thrusts.

You were still overstimulated from the earlier orgasms, and he was so aroused already, it didn’t take you both long to climb to the precipice.  Your vision whited out and you screamed, feeling him orgasm inside you moments later.

When you came to, you were still in the batcave.  Your hands were unbound, and your shirt and pants had been put back on you.  Judging by the feel between your legs, he’d taken a damp towel or something and wiped you clean, and then apparently set you in the cot he had set up down in the batcave.  You made a small inquisitive noise, stirring, and Bruce suddenly came into your line of vision.  He walked over to you, and sat on the side of the bed next to you.

“Hey,” you greeted him, your voice rough and groggy.  Bruce looked… uncertain.  Nervous.  You pulled a hand free of the blankets and held his, wanting to reassure him.

“Hey.”  Bruce replied, a small smile emerging at your action.  His thumb rubbed the part of your hand it could reach soothingly.  “This… this wasn’t the way I wanted to tell you how I felt.” “Really?”  You teased.  “It seemed perfect to me.”  That startled a laugh out of Bruce, and you warmed at the sound.

“Be that as it may, I’d… I’d really like to take you to dinner sometime.” “I’d like that.”  You smiled back up at him.

[bkwrm523]

Netflix and Chill

Title: Netflix And Chill Rating: Explicit Pairing: Bruce Wayne/female!reader Word Count: 2360 Warnings: Couch smut, accidental interruptions.  Semi public sex, maybe? Summary: Just a quiet night in with your boyfriend and some movies.  And of course, sex. Author’s Note: This one’s dedicated to @musikat18  We were just chatting about how we both wanted feels attacks for different characters, and so started beating each other with pillows and feels, and then this smut happened.  Also I’ve been thinking about this one for awhile, soooooo, enjoy!

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Believe it or not, it was a normal night at home with Bruce.

It had taken a lot of arranging and convincing, but you’d managed to get someone to cover Gotham for the night, and Bruce finally had the night off.  Which meant, a night at home, just the two of you, his couch, and some movies.

You were only half paying attention, really.  His arm was around your waist, and you were snuggled into his side.  You were half asleep, really.  You both needed more nights like this.  He laughed occasionally at whatever you’d put on, a low warm sound that made you smile when you heard it.

A commercial break, and you felt his arm reach across his body to cup your jaw.  You looked up at him, a question in your eyes.  He tilted your face up towards him, leaned down and kissed you.

You let out a soft moan, leaning into him and sliding your eyes shut as his tongue pushed into your mouth.  You reached up towards him, blindly grabbing his shirt and trying to wiggle closer to him.

He broke from your lips for a moment, drawing a small protesting noise from you that made his lips curl into a smirk.  He shifted on the couch, pushing you down on your back and lying on top of you.  His hips slotted in between your legs, and he kissed you again, soft but insistent.  You felt one of his hands cup the back of your skull, holding you prisoner to the kiss.  The action made you wet, and you couldn’t stop a moan into his lips.  He took advantage of it, his tongue sliding into your open mouth.  You ground up into him, already wanting more.  Bruce growled, and ground back down into you.  His dick was already mostly erect, judging from the way it rubbed against your clit even through the layers of clothing.  You tried to cuss, to break away from his lips and gasp for air, but his grip wouldn’t allow for the movement, and all you could do was whine with helpless arousal.  The kiss grew more aggressive, and Bruce kept grinding down into you until you felt ready to burst.  Your legs squeezed his hips between them, and you tried to squirm underneath him.  It didn’t get you anywhere, Bruce’s actions were relentless.

Bruce finally released your lips, and you gratefully gasped for air.  Air that left you a moment later, when you felt his lips and stubble on the crook of your neck.  You gasped, tried to beg and plead with him.  But the way he sucked and nipped at your sensitive skin, words wouldn’t come, and all you could do was stammer unintelligibly.

Bruce ground again, drawing your attention back to his hips.  You gave a high pitched gasp, your eyes rolling back in your head at the stimulation.  His one arm was resting on the couch near your head, supporting his weight, and the other one came up to cover your mouth, preventing speech.  He pulled your head to the side, exposing more of your neck to his eager perusal.  You protested, your words muffled by his hand and squirmed harder, but there was no escaping him.

You tried to fight the rising orgasm, but Bruce’s grinding was relentless.  You squirmed and struggled, but you couldn’t escape.  Your hips stuttered, and a breath caught in your throat for a moment, and your orgasm caught up with you.  You went stiff in his arms, and you felt him bite into your neck and growl.  Your thighs squeezed his hips harder, and he ground down harder into you, pushing you higher and higher into the orgasm, until a second orgasm set off, throwing you higher.  The only sound you could manage was tiny whimpers of protest, the words begging him to let you down dying in your throat.

Bruce finally let you come down, and you went limp on the couch, panting into his hand.  He released your mouth, resting his arm next to you, and let your neck out of his teeth.  He nuzzled your cheek, letting off a deep purr, and sat up a little to watch your face with a fond smirk.

“Bruce,” you murmured tiredly, lifting an exhausted arm to caress his cheek with your fingertips.  He smiled wider, love in his eyes and gave you a quick, chaste kiss, nipping at your lips.  You lifted your head up a little, kissing him back and drawing him back down to pin you to the couch again with his lips.

The kiss didn’t last long this time, before he went for your neck again.  The other side, this time.  You were too weak to his attention, gasping as you felt his lips and stubble on the crook where neck met shoulder.  You reached up, remembering your arms for the first time in awhile, wrapping them around his shoulders and burying a hand in his hair.  You begged and stuttered and squirmed beneath him, the only real effect of your actions, was the smirk you felt his lips curl into.

There was no warning, he simply released you and sat up.  You lied there on the couch, disoriented and a little confused.  Until he started to pull his tshirt off.  Your eyes immediately brightened, and you sat up as his shirt covered his face, mischief in mind.

Bruce batted you back down to the couch before you could touch him.  He finished pulling his shirt off, tossing it to the ground, and glared at you.

“No.”  Bruce told you firmly.

You sulked a little, as he pushed off the back of the couch and stood.  He pulled you up with him, making your breath catch when he stepped into your space.  You lifted your hands and rested them against his bare chest, unable to tear your eyes away from it to see the smirk on his face.  You felt his hands on your waist, sneaking under your shirt to caress and tickle the bare skin.  You squirmed a little, so absorbed in the feeling that it took you a moment to realize he was unbuttoning your pants.  He had them unbuttoned and unzipped before you reacted, opening your mouth to protest, but all that emerged was a little squeak.  Bruce pushed your pants and panties down your legs, crouching and dropping a little kiss on your hip, drawing another squeak.

Bruce waited a moment for you to move, but you just stood there staring at him.  He lifted an eyebrow and stood, looming over you.  He easily picked you up, setting you down away from the pool of pants on the floor and kicked them away.

“Are you wet for me, kitten?”  Bruce asked, his voice low and gravely.  His Batman voice.  Damn him, he knew what that voice did to you.  “Let’s find out,” Bruce purred.

Bruce sat back on the couch, lying down faceup.  Any normal couch might have had trouble fitting him, as tall and muscled as he was.  His couch was enormous, however, and had plenty of room.  Bruce grabbed your thigh, gently tugging you around.  You followed, obedient and confused, as he pulled you onto the couch, straddling his middle.  He still had his pants on, you weren’t quite sure what he was after.  You settled your knees on either side of his chest, and Bruce lifted his other hand, moving both of them to grab your ass.  You gave a little protesting squack, just as Bruce pulled you forward, until you were straddling his face.

Oh.

Bruce’s eyes glittered for a moment as you looked down at him with wide eyes, and you were sure he was smirking.  He wrapped his thumbs enough to the side of your hips, giving him a good grip with his fingers splayed on your ass, and pulled you down to his lips.

You dropped one hand hard down to the back of the couch, clenching hard the moment you felt his stubble against your thighs.  You felt his pleased growl vibrating your nethers, making you gasp a soft curse.  Bruce lifted his head, eagerly burying his face in you, and you felt his tongue inside you.

“Oohhhh, fffffffff-”

“Good evening, miss y/n.”  A familiar voice with a British accent drew your attention, from the open doorway on the other side of the back of the couch.  Your head snapped back up, looking over at Alfred.

The back of the couch blocked his view, so as far as he could see, you were simply sitting alone on the couch.  You desperately kept a calm expression, smiling at Alfred as Bruce ravenously ate you out as though you were his last meal.

“Hey, Alfred!”  You replied, your voice miraculously keeping level.  “How was your night?”  Bruce’s tongue found your clit, and his lips wrapped around it and sucked.  It was nothing short of a miracle that you didn’t make a noise.

“It was quite enjoyable, thank you for asking, miss.  I have seen this particular opera many times before, but performed well is always a pleasure.”

“Glad to hear it!”  You replied as Bruce pushed his tongue back inside you.

“Have you seen master Bruce?”  Alfred asked, and you swore you could feel Bruce smirk against your pussy lips.

“Not… not sure.”  You replied, your voice getting tense.  Bruce was sucking on you again, and it made it difficult to see.  “Probably working again.”

“Odd.”  Alfred replied.  “I was under the impression you two were planning on watching movies tonight.”

“Not until later.”  You dropped your free hand to bury in his hair and try and push his face away from you.  Your ability to concentrate was slowly getting shredded by his lips.  Naturally, you weren’t able to move him an inch.

“I see.”  Alfred replied.  “Well, if you happen to see him, give him my regards.”

“I’ll do that.”  You told Alfred.  “Goodnight!”

“Goodnight, miss.”

Alfred was out of sight, closing the doors to the room you and Bruce were in behind him, and you paused while the sound of his footsteps faded.

The moment they were far enough away, Bruce’s grip on your hips tightened, and he yanked you down, startling a yelp from you.  You stuttered Bruce’s name, already dangerously close to the edge after all his teasing in front of Alfred.  You tried to lift back up, wanting to escape, but his grip on your hips was like iron, and you weren’t getting anywhere.  A small scream escaped from your lips as you came, your hips rutting into him.  Bruce eagerly ate you out, lips and tongue and stubble knowing just where to touch you and stroke and nibble until you were stuttering broken pleas and coming again.

Bruce finally let you go several orgasms later.  Your shaking legs collapsed and refused to hold your weight.  Bruce caught you, easily lifting you and moving you around as though you weighed nothing.  He sat up on the couch, cradling you in his arms and holding you in his lap as you panted and shook.  For a long moment no one spoke, as he just held you and let you recover.

“Can you do one more, kitten?”  Bruce asked, his voice soft and gentle.

“Yes.”  You replied without hesitation, drawing a chuckle from him.  You were too weak to do much of the work, and it wouldn’t take much to make you come.  But you wanted him.  Bruce kissed you softly, and laid you on the couch on your back, and stood.  He swiftly removed his pants, his huge erection springing to life in front of you.  You licked your lips and stared at it; if you’d had any energy left, you would have sat up and sucked him off on the spot, but your muscles wouldn’t respond.  Bruce lied on top of you, shifting his hips until his cock was brushing against your lips and clit.  He nuzzled your face and neck, nipping and sucking and biting you as he ground gently against you.  You squirmed and whined, getting wetter until your cum soaked his cock.

“Bruce,” you whined his name, pleading with him.  

Bruce growled, burying his face in the crook of your neck and sinking his teeth into you as his cock finally, finally sunk into you.  He pushed into you slowly, giving you plenty of time to adjust as his cock stretched you.  Finally, he bottomed out, and just waited, teeth still in your neck as you adjusted.  You whined and squirmed when you were ready, signaling to him to move, already!

His hips were powerful, and every thrust shook the couch.  Bruce released your neck from his teeth and growled, his patience finally paying off.  You could feel his control slowly shred, as each thrust was harder and faster and deeper.  You arched under him, your eyes rolling back in your head, surrendering to him.  One of your legs fell off the couch onto the floor, opening yourself wider to him.  His next thrust was deeper still, and you both cried out.

He gave up all pretense at control then, thrusting wildly into you.  You clung to the couch, clung to him, trying to delay your orgasm as long as you could to extend the ride.  But you couldn’t hold on indefinitely, and it finally washed over you, dragging him down with you until you passed out from the intensity of the feeling.

You woke up in bed.  Clean, and wearing his shirt and boxers.  You were lying on your side in his arms; he was shirtless, wearing only the pair of pajama pants that matched the shirt you wore, lying on his back and holding you.  His eyes were open but partly closed, dozing as he waited for you to wake up.  They snapped open when he saw you wake up, and he smiled at you.

“So, was that a successful movie night?”  Bruce quipped, smirking at you.  You tried unsuccessfully to smother a giggle, hiding your face in his bare chest.

Dork, but he was your dork.  And you’d made him smile, which was always a victory.