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Soft life (fluff) part 1

Living with Bruce has only been soft and relaxing so far. It has been feeling like an endless summer vacation where you would get pampered all day every day by your wonderful, crazy rich partner.

To be honest, you don’t want to call him anything, because your relationship is too vague on your side to put words on it. You keep telling yourself that you’re just a hoe and all of this is only a little fantasy of his that you can profit off of for a little while.

But to Bruce, it’s obvious, you’re his wife, and even if it’s not official yet, he will make it official, he is just waiting for you to fully trust him and his love.

Each morning, you wake up next to him, admiring his chiseled face and messy hair while he snoozes. He looks peaceful when he’s with you, which is so different from his usual serious demeanor that he uses to hide his real emotions. That's what his world is all about in reality.

You don’t know why you can’t open up fully to him, and it kills you because he’s been nothing but perfect to you. The thing is that working with men like him, who used to only view you as an inanimate object of their pleasure, made you wary, always on alert, and it forbade you from being in a relationship for a long time, but Bruce was here to change that.

When Bruce opens his eyes and sees you first thing in the morning, his heart fills with happiness. He’s happy because you didn’t leave during the night, you’re still close to him, and this means another day he can spend admiring and coddling you.

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During his days off, Bruce is literally stuck to you all day. It’s not often that he can get a day only to himself, especially with everything going on, so he makes sure to use them to be with you the longest. From the moment Alfred brings you breakfast til you close your eyes to sleep, by his side of course. He just has to be close to you all the time, it feels natural for him to be.

Choosing clothes for the day? He can help you with that, he will even help you put your clothes on. Maybe you wanted to try working out a bit? No problem, Bruce will assist you at all times, which he insists is just for your safety but deep inside you know that he’s just obsessed. You're going out for a walk in the city? He’ll hold your bag for you, please just let him be with you.

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Right now you’re just perched up on the balcony, smoking your cigarette, a bad habit you picked up years ago, while watching the landscaper shape the trees and bushes with the faint sounds of his tools that you find oddly relaxing. The morning sun caresses your skin, veiling you in its warmth in a way that feels like a hug.

Before, you wouldn't even allow yourself to enjoy the sun and the little moments, only focusing on working, finding places to sleep and making the most money, but now, you can finally breathe, take a break, cleanse yourself and reboot.

Reaching the end of the cigarette you go to grab another one on the small table next to you but someone stops you. Bruce’s big arms wrap around your waist, lifting you up in the air, making you squeal lightly in surprise. For a moment you could even believe that you were a normal couple.

‘No more my love, it’s not good for you’ he says while taking you inside, managing to snatch the cigarette from your fingers, pecking your neck and cheek playfully before setting you on the ground and kissing you properly, like you deserve, all while holding your waist in a soft manner to keep you steady.

You melt into the feeling, and it’s not just a kiss and an embrace, it's the feeling of stability and peace that takes over your body.

The feeling of not having to worry about where you will sleep tonight, about if you’ll have enough coins to put in the laundromat or even if the people you’ll encounter won’t be too harsh on you. That’s what life is about and Bruce is the one showing it to you.

He loves you and he knows that you’re starting to believe him…

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Bruce has never been so in love.

No woman has ever made him feel the way you did. Bruce Wayne was a billionaire, one of the richest men alive, he could have any woman ever, and he’s never complained about it either. It’s just that you were different, not from his circle, not accustomed to his ways, his values. He was from the part of the population that could live life at the fullest, while you were forced to try to survive each day hoping for the next to be better.

When he saw you, it was like he saw god itself. He thought a woman so beautiful could not or should not graze the same earth he and his filthy body did, but you do. You didn’t look like the women he saw daily, you weren’t draped in silks and pearls, you weren’t hiding like a prize either, you were just standing here, half smoked cigarette in mouth with a cheap faux fur coat around your shoulders. you were freezing, it was obvious, but quickly stopped shivering when you saw his expensive car slow down towards you.

“looking for something?” you asked in this suave voice that you mastered over the years, knowing that it was the most efficient way to get what you want with his kind. His blue eyes stayed on yours for a few seconds before he mumbled something about a hotel room downtown with a deep voice. You thought to yourself, a hotel room might be nicer than an uncomfortable backseat, so you jumped in his car without asking more questions.

The drive was oddly quiet, you just sucked on your cigarette while trying to stroke his ego by complimenting his ride until he told you to stop wasting your breath on him.

“and throw this cigarette out would you” he then said with quite an authoritarian tone you weren’t expecting to hear from him. You didn’t really understand the meaning of all of this since he himself had a cigarette pack in the cup holder, but decided to not comment on it and quietly obey, throwing your cigarette out the window.

That was the night you met with Bruce, a man that you never expected to be able to fall that hard for a hooker like you. After that, it all went really fast. He was soon covering you in designer clothes and ridiculous jewels, teaching you lady manners and being the support you were looking for so long.

On monday he took you shopping, on tuesday you dined at a fancy secret restaurant uptown that only crazy rich people knew about, and by sunday you were already back at the crappy apartment you were sleeping at to bring some of your old stuff back at the mansion, ‘your new home’ he’d say.

Bruce was infatuated.

So in love that for the first few weeks of this sickening, forbidden relationship, he was completely unable to touch you, not wanting to stain your soul with his filthy one. He would look at you all night, naked, while you’d try to lure him into your strings to keep his trust but he couldn’t. He wasn’t a great man, no matter what he did to try to be one, but oh how he wanted to be a good man so much, for you, to show you that you could choose him for more than money but even if you didn’t, he’d stay your sponsor, he only cared about being close to you.

After the second month of living together, you began to wonder when it would end, when he would realize that there’s plenty of other girls like you if not better than you, but each time you would try to voice these thoughts out to him he would silence you with his mouth on yours, slowly dominating you to make you feel cared for, or his length sinking into your delicate cunt, trying to make you feel better because you should never feel threatened by anything or anyone. You were the goddess he wanted to worship.

Sex with him was on another dimension completely. It would start faintly; you reading by the fireplace or even just sitting on the bathroom sink in your little sheer robe while he would brush his teeth, and bruce being himself, not being able to keep his hands to himself. He would take your fingers, play with them, look at you nails, kiss your palms before looking into your eyes, with love and adoration. He would say ‘I love you’ in that tone that makes you fold and manage to get you to come closer to him. You would then make out, slowly, sensually, his hands wandering on your back, your waist, groping your chest, squeezing the flesh of your ass before slipping a finger under you clothes.

Bruce was a nasty man, which most people wouldn’t assume due to his serious attitude in public. He’s the type of guy to, when eating you out, really eating everything, never neglecting one single inch. He would happily turn you around to attack your butthole after he considered he had spent enough time between your folds, and the same applies to your perfect nipples that he loves to tease with his teeth before even thinking of reaching your heat, your pits that he licks so eagerly while breeding you raw and embedding his cock in your warm walls, even your toes that he abuses when you’ve had a long tiring day spent shopping or trying to socialise, and everything else that he can reach. He’s passionate about loving you and about making love to you. So much that nothing seems too extreme or too much for you, you deserve the best.

To him you’re not just a hooker, you’re the woman of his life, the one. There’s nothing that you could ask for that he wouldn’t give to you even if you asked for his life, and that’s what this insane man called love.

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