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It had been a night like any other; Bruce calling upon you to help patch him up after a night of running around Gotham City as The Batman. Tonight he wasn’t injured as badly as he usually was. His torso was mostly just bruised in various areas, there was only one cut across his bicep that really need any tended to. He was sat on the exquisite table where Alfred usually did all his paperwork. If he could see the two of you now, bloody bandages laid across the expensive mahogany, he’d have a fit.

You’d both been drinking a bit when the revelation had suddenly slipped from Bruce.

You’d made some offhand joke about how women must fall at his feet, both as The Batman and as Bruce Wayne. You’d made a small, slightly jealous, dig at how many women he’d slept with.

But, to your surprise, he’d mumbled an awkward response telling you that, in fact, he’d never slept with anyone, let alone a whole hoard of women.

“Oh come on” you say now. You can’t tell me bat boy has never touched a woman” you chuckle lightly. “I find that hard to believe” you laugh to yourself again.

Bruce’s jaw locks, the muscles jumping in his cheeks. His eyes retain their glare, but their focus shifts away from you and to the floor.

That’s when the realisation hits you.

“Oh shit” you scoff quietly. “Really? Millionaire playboy Bruce? The Batman? The terror and vengeance of Gotham City? Is… a virgin?”

He continues to sit there; his silence is somehow swallowing the whole room.

“Well well well, that’s quite the revelation” you hum, smirking.

“I’m not in the mood for your teasing tonight, y/n” he sighs gruffly, jumping off the table before heading past you towards the door.

“Wait” you grab his arm, careful not to touch where you’d just bandaged up his small wound.

He stops, his face turning to look at where your hand lay on his bicep. His eyes then shift back up to meet yours, his gaze just as hard as ever.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to tease” you tell him sincerely. “I was just… taken aback slightly” you shrug.

He continues to look at you, his mouth pressed into a hard line. For a moment you just stare back into his eyes. Something in the air changes, an electricity crackling through the room, around the two of you. The hair on the back of your neck stands up and a small shiver runs down your spine as the two of you look at each other.

Something comes over you, a kind of tender confidence; a want, a need, to have Bruce touch you, for you to touch him. You couldn’t deny the satisfied pleasure that already sat in your stomach at the idea of being Bruce’s first time, being the one to teach him all the ways of sin; to have that kind of control and power over The Batman? You were already wet at the thought.

Bruce’s gaze quickly flickering to your lips and back again was the final nail in the coffin for you.

You swallow the last bit of nerves that sit in your stomach and look at Bruce determinedly.

“Do you want to?” You whisper.

A flash of uncertainty sweeps across Bruce’s eyes.

“Do you want to... to touch a woman? To touch... me?” Your voice is barley audible, your words slow and deliberate as you try to gauge his reaction, attempting to read his impossible face.

You swear under the hard gaze you see something like fear flicker in his uncertainty.

“Do you want me... to teach you?” You ask gently, staring to rub your thumb across his bicep where your hand still rested.

He doesn’t answer, just continues to stare at you so intently you think he can see right into your skull. The electricity crackles in the air again, like the air around you is tightening, pressing you closer to him.

His eyes flick to your mouth again, lingering a fraction longer before he meets your gaze again, something like an unsure apology now in his eyes.

His eyes stay on yours even as you slowly lean forwards, pushing up on your tiptoes, to angle your face just an inch away from his. You stop for a second, your mouth so close to his you can feel his warm breath ghosting over your lips. You stop to assess his face one more time. His face is as unreadable as always, but being friends with him all your life meant you’d learned to read his eyes instead, read them the way no one else could.

You see the uncertainty and fear still, but beyond that you see a kind of curiosity, a want.

You finally push up the final inch to press your lips against his. He freezes beneath you for a second, but you persist gently. You press your mouth against his again, slightly firmer now, and this time you feel him tentatively respond. His lips purse to meet yours, no longer remaining passive in this kiss; his lips slowly but surely start to actively move with yours.

His lips are ever so slightly dry and cracked, exactly how you’d expected them to be, but you didn’t mind, regardless, they felt incredible against the softness of your own lips; their rough texture only added to the sensation of the kiss.

You tentatively reach up your other hand, slipping it behind Bruce’s head, gently pulling at the hair on his nape. A tiny groan escapes him, causing you to smirk into the kiss.

You twist your body to stand in front of him, pushing your body against his, your other hand moving from his bicep to join the hand that was playing with his hair.

Your tiny gasp gets lost in the kiss when you feel his lightly shaking hands find their way to your waist. His hands rest lightly on your body. You can still feel the uncertainty radiating from him. You silently encourage him by pushing your body flush against his, you clothed chest colliding with his bare one, your hips brushing against his, his thick belt digging into you.

He groans again, louder now, as he feels the warmth of your body against his. You take advantage of his groan, opening his mouth with your own, quickly darting your tongue into his mouth. You feel his fingers dig into you briefly as your tongue collides with his.

His hands are still tentative as they start to roam your body, running up and down your waist, almost going to the curve of your ass before he pulls back and lands on your waist once again.

You could almost roll your eyes. This fearless man who jumps off buildings, dives headfirst into danger almost every night, dances with criminals frequently, this man, was afraid to touch your ass.

You break the kiss for a second, leaning back slightly to look at him. He stares right back at you, his eyes just as wild as his hair where you’d mussed it up with your fingers.

“Touch me” you breathe against his lips.

He looks at you quizzically.

You keep your eyes on him as you whip your shirt off, tossing it to the side. You hadn’t been wearing a bra so your chest was now as bare as his.

“Touch me” you repeat, grabbing his hands and placing them on your breasts.

Bruce’s mouth hangs open in surprise but you capture his lips with yours again before he has the chance to overthink.

It was your turn to moan into the kiss as you revel in the feeling of Bruce’s hands on your tits. His hands are cold, causing a shiver to run through your body, goosebumps raising on your skin. You can feel your nipples harden under his touch and you arch your back slightly, pushing into his palms. Bruce’s touch is soft and gentle, taking his time as he palms your breasts, softly kneading your skin.

When you moan and buck into his touch again he seems to gain some more confidence, his hands moving to pinch your nipples between his fingers. You gasp softly, the cold of his fingers on your nipples almost taking you off guard. This time Bruce takes the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue breaching your mouth, sliding languidly over yours.

After a moment he breaks the kiss. His mouth hangs open as he looks at you, revelling at the sight of your bare chest against his. Your breaths are mixing as you both breathe heavy, recovering from the kiss.

“I- I- want to touch you...” he stammers through his ragged breathing.

You cock your head at him in response.

“More” he breathes. “I want to touch you... more."

You smile at him softly, kissing him tenderly once more. You then grab his hand and lead him over to the impressive couch that sat in front of the even more impressive fire place. You push him down gently until he’s sat down on the couch.

“You sure about this?” You ask him gently.

He nods.

“Are you?” He asks, again that uncertainty sits behind his eyes.

You smile reassuringly at him.

“Yes, I’m sure."

He nods again.

You keep your eyes on him as you slowly shimmy out of your skirt and panties, leaving you completely naked in front of Bruce. You hear his sharp intake of breath as he observes you, his eyes drinking in every beautiful inch of you. There’s warmth on your skin, both from the fire burning behind you, and from Bruce’s gaze.

You take the few steps towards Bruce and carefully climb over his lap, swinging your legs to rest on either side of him. You push up on your knees so your ass is hovering in the air, just above where you could already see his bulge growing. His hands instinctively land on your hips. His touch is soft and unsure but you smiled to yourself that he’d taken even just that step by himself.

You grab his right hand with your left, bringing it up to place a soft kiss to his knuckles. You then trail his hand down your body, down between the valley of your breasts, down your stomach, until you reached your pubic bone. You look up at him again to find him completely entranced by your actions, his eyes fixed on where your hand was guiding him.

“When you touch a woman, you need to make sure she’s nice and wet first” you whisper, your breath ghosting over his face.

You then adjust your hold on his hand so that he had just two fingers sticking out. You then take his hand lower, pushing his two fingers between your folds. You run his fingers through your folds, brushing them up and down your slit a few times, collecting the wetness that had already pooled there. You gasp lightly each time his fingers glide across your clit.

“You feel that? You feel how wet I am for you?” You hum.

Bruce lets out something like a choked groan as he nods again. His eyes, however, never leave where his fingers were lost between your thighs. You rub his fingers up and down your slit a few more times before speaking again.

“Most women get pleasure from their clit rather than internal stimulation like penetration, me included, so that’s where you wanna focus most of your attention, okay?” You tell him softly.

Now he looks up at you again, something helpless and lost in his eyes that almost makes you want to giggle from how absurdly innocent and cute it is.

You deliberately smile warmly and reassuringly at him, placing a quick kiss to the tip of his nose.

You move his hand again until his fingers brush against your clit again. You gasp again and your body instinctively bucks into his touch.

“There. You feel that?” You moan softly.

“Yes” he breathes quietly.

“That’s what you wanna focus on. Just rub it gently, in small circles. Like this” you whisper as you start to help move his fingers on your clit.

You let out a quiet content sigh as you feel his fingers begin to circle your small bud of nerves. His fingers are still cold, sending more shivers down your spine, but again, it only adds to the feeling; it’s not exactly unpleasant.

It doesn’t take Bruce long at all to figure the motion out for himself, his fingers working of their own accord against your clit.

“Oh shit, yes. Just like that Bruce” you moan softly.

You retract your hand, letting him work you on his own. Your hands find their way to his shoulders, steadying yourself as your hips involuntarily begin to rock, grinding your cunt against his fingers.

“A lil faster” you whine into the crook of his neck. “Please” you add softly as you begin to pepper small kisses across his skin.

He groans and leans his head back, letting you have better access to his throat as you assault his skin with kisses. He quickly obliges your request, speeding up his circle motion. You moan into his neck, your hips starting to grind even harder to match his speed.

“Yes, yes” you sigh encouragingly. “You’re being so good for me” you praise him as you continue to kiss him.

You’re almost surprised by how good he is off the bat, circling your clit expertly, with a steady and unchanging pace.

“More” you whisper. “Faster.”

You feel more than see him nod this time, his fingers immediately obeying your instruction again, taking his speed up a notch once again. You moan louder now, feeling that familiar burn begin to build in the pit of your stomach.

“Shit yes” you sigh. “I’m close. Just keep going baby, don’t stop. Please don’t stop” you whine.

“Wait” he says suddenly, his other hand reaching up to gently grab your jaw, lifting you up to look at him.

“I want to watch” he mumbles softly. “I want to see your face as you... as you...” he trails off.

You kiss him, cutting off his small ramble. You then sit up again and nod, letting him know it was okay for him to watch as he made you cum.

You do your best to keep your eyes open and on his but you almost couldn’t help letting them shut as you get lost in the pleasure of his fingers on you.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes...” you sigh under your breath as you finally feel yourself brought to the edge of pleasure, your core tightening and ready to snap.

“Oh fuck, Bruce” you cry, your head tossed back as your orgasm crashes over you.

You body convulses slightly as you rock desperately against his hand, riding out your high. You hear a deep groan rumble through Bruce’s chest as he takes in the sight of you on top of him, losing yourself to the pleasure that he’d provided for you. He keeps up his circling motion, even after you’d milked as much of your orgasm as you could. Your body shudders and lurches away from his touch as you feel yourself get sensitive.

“Okay, stop, stop” you whine quietly, grabbing onto his forearm.

He stops his movements immediately, panic settling in his eyes.

“Sorry” he stammers quickly. “Did I do something wrong?” His voice almost sounds pained.

You shake your head softly, leaning forwards to place your forehead on his.

“No, no. You did amazing. It’s just, we can get a bit sensitive after we’ve orgasmed” you pant. “I just need a few minutes before we can start up again, okay?”

He nods again. “So... what... what do we... what do I do in the mean-"

“Just keep kissing me” you cut him off, grabbing his face in your hands and crashing your lips against his again.

He groans as you catch him off guard, his body freezing momentarily before he leans into your touch again. His lips move in synch with yours, the two of you learning each other’s mouths quickly. His hands move back to your hips, his grip stronger and more sure now, like seeing how good he’d made you feel had given him some confidence.

Now you can feel his hips buck instinctively as he desperately seeks some friction, rutting his hardened cock against the strain of his thick trousers. You smirk against his lips again as you feel the need radiating off him.

You let one hand move from his cheek back to the nape of his neck, tugging on his hair again now that you knew he seemed to like that. Your other hand trails down his body until you reach the thick belt of his trousers. You quickly undo his belt, unzipping his trousers, and begin to palm his cock over his underwear. He groans again as you cup his aching cock, feeling where his precum had left a tiny wet patch on his boxers.

You keep kissing him even as his mouth starts to lose focus, his mind getting lost in the feeling of your hands sneaking under his waistband and finally grabbing his dick in your hand. You bite his bottom lip, tugging on it as you lean back slightly again to look at him, releasing his lip when he lets out a slight hiss.

You keep your eyes on his face, even as his gaze travels down again to watch as you pull his cock free from the restraints of his pants. A curse mixed with a groan escapes him as you slowly start to pump him with your hand, running your fingers over his tip, collecting his precum, using it help your hand slide up and down his length. You can feel in your hand just how big he is, bigger than you’d imagined him to be. You join Bruce in looking down at your movements, letting out a moan yourself when you take in the sight of him.

Bruce’s hips rut up into your hand, small groans mixing with his panting breath as you work your hand over him.

“That feel good baby?” You start to kiss over his cheek, over his jaw, peppering him with your lips.

He nods and whines a quiet “y-yes.”

You hum an acknowledgment against his skin.

“Now,” you whisper against the shell of his ear, “you need to help stretch me open a lil bit before you get inside me, okay?” You tell him gently.

He turns his head to look at you quizzically. You smile again at his almost innocent eyes. Somehow so innocent and unknowing despite you having your hand still wrapped his cock and the fact that he’d just made you cum harder than any other guy had and he wasn’t even inside you yet.

You kiss his cheek again as you use your free hand to grab one of his and drag it once again towards your core. You smile softly at him as you once again push two of his fingers through your wet folds. This time, when he reaches your entrance, you help curl and push those two fingers inside you.

You moan and arch forward into his chest instinctively, your body leaning into his touch.

“That’s it, push your fingers in deeper” you tell him as you let go of his hand, leaving him to his own devices.

Your hand once again finds purchase on his shoulder, holding yourself upright. He obeys your instruction, slowly and tentatively pushing his two fingers as deep as they could go inside you. Both of you moan as he does so.

He looks up at you with that wonderful look of quizzical innocence again, his eyes silently asking you if he was doing this right. You move your hand from his shoulder to his cheek, rubbing over his cheekbone with your thumb.

“You’re doing so good baby” you tell him. “Now move your fingers, scissor them for a bit to stretch me open. Then curl them forwards, that usually feels quite good for us.”

Again, he nods and obeys your words quickly. He’s surprisingly gentle and tender in his actions, scissoring his fingers open slowly, giving you time to open up on his hand. After a short while you begin grinding into his hand, your pussy already aching for another release. Bruce takes initiative this time, taking it upon himself to switch tactics and begin curling his fingers forwards inside you.

You gasp, something akin to a squeak escaping you as he lightly brushes against that sweet spot inside you.

“That’s it Bruce, you’re doing so well” you whisper, your voice cracking with pleasure as he repeats his action.

Your reactions and your praise encourages him, he starts to curl and pump his fingers a bit faster inside you, working with you as you buck and grind against his hand. Your heavy breathing is mixing as you both watch each other get lost to pleasure as you each work the other with your hands.

Bruce let’s out something like as strangled groan and suddenly it hits you how close he is. You quickly retract your hand, leaving him groaning in frustration and throwing his head back, his hips bucking up into nothing.

“Patience babyboy” you kiss his neck again. “I’ll let you finish, don’t worry. I just want you do it inside me” you hum.

His moan gets lodged in his throat at that proposition. You keep peppering his neck and jaw with kisses as you gently guide his hand away from you, his fingers slipping out of you. He lets you place his hand on your waist once again.

You move you lips back to his once more, kissing him roughly for a moment before you pull away.

“You ready?” You ask him gently.

In a surprising moment of tenderness from Bruce, he reaches up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers brushing over your cheek gently. He nods firmly to answer your question before he takes it upon himself to lean forwards and kiss you, wrapping his arms around your back and pulling you close against him, your chest colliding with his.

You moan into each other’s mouths, the two of you getting taken over by a kind of frenzy, a sudden urge to just be as close as possible. The kiss leaves you dizzy and breathless, making you sit back to catch your breath. Bruce looks at you, his mouth hanging open, his eyes glazed over with lust, his pupils blown in the dim light of the room.

You keep your eyes locked together again as you reach between your bodies, your hand once again finding his aching cock. You grab it gently and move your hips to align yourself with him, letting the head of his cock brush through your wet folds.

You give him a last questioning nod, checking in with him one last time.

He nods back.

And you finally sink down onto his cock.

He whimpers as he feels the warm wetness of your cunt wrap around him, his voice cracks and his groan gets lodged in his throat.

“Fuck” he murmurs under his breath, his eyes squeezing shut, a hiss sounding from his mouth as you take him to the hilt inside you.

You moan loudly at the delicious stretch of him. His thick cock just made you feel so full. Bruce shifts his hips under you, desperate for you to start moving.

He’d been so good for you so far, obeying your every instruction. You decide to take mercy on him, on you both. You start to rock your hips slowly, taking the time to roll your hips against his. He groans again and his fingers dig into the flesh of your back. He starts to match your rhythm, bucking his hips softly up into you.

The room is filled with the sounds of your heavy breathing, the wet sound of his cock lost inside you, your moans, and behind it all, the quiet and steady crackle of the fire behind you.

“Fuck” Bruce curses under his breath again. “You feel incredible” he grunts, his fingers digging harder into the flesh of your hips.

You can feel his body trembling under you and know that it won’t be long until he cums.

“Remember what I said about women not finishing from penetration alone?” You pant, letting one hand slide down your body, your fingers about to find their way to your clit

But your movement is stopped when Bruce grabs your hand and yanks it away.

He shakes his head as he growls, “let me.”

You moan at the commanding tone in his voice, a wave of euphoria pulsing through your body as you watch his hand once again find its place between your folds.

“Oh fuck, Bruce” you sigh contently as he’s quick to find your sensitive bundle of nerves.

He does exactly as he was taught, starting off slow and gentle, being deliberate in his motions as he begins to circle your clit once again.

But that’s not what you needed, nor wanted right now.

“Faster Bruce, please” you lean forward and tug his earlobe between your teeth, extracting another deep groan from him.

You release his earlobe with a moan as he speeds up his circles on your clit, his pace matching that of your own as you continue to bounce up and down on his cock.

“Ugh, yes baby. That’s it. You’re doing so good for me” your words are mumbled against his neck as you arch into his chest, your mind almost going dizzy and blank with pleasure.

“I’m... I’m close... I’m gonna...” he whines, throwing his head back again.

“Me too baby. Let go. Cum for me Bruce” you whisper.

You place a quick kiss to his cheek before you lean back to look at him, let him look at you.

The pure look of bliss on his face is enough to tip you over the edge. You gasp raggedly just as your climax tears through you, pleasure coursing through your veins, burning as hot as the fire behind you. Your noise causes Bruce’s eyes to snap open again to drink in the sight of you as you cum. You feel your pussy contract over Bruce’s cock, squeezing him inside you.

“Ugh, shit” he cries as your convulsing cunt causes him to tip over the edge himself.

You feel his cock twitch inside you, his hips stilling as he pushes up inside you and he spills his release into you. You watch in satisfaction as his face contorts in pleasure, his typical hardened facade dropping. His one hand trembles as he continues to circle your clit, his pace slowing gently now he knew that you would get sensitive. You slowly decrease your pace of riding him as the two of your draw out your highs. When a shudder runs down your body Bruce takes the signal to stop rubbing your clit.

The two of you just sit for a moment, looking at each other contently, as you both attempt to catch your breath. Your hands move back to his neck, cupping the back of his head as your fingers scratch his scalp lightly.

“You did so good baby. That was amazing” you smile down at him before pressing your lips against his again briefly.

“Is there anything else I should know?” He murmurs after a moment.

He brushes your hair out of your face, his fingers moving to gently graze over your cheekbone.

“Umm, well I can’t speak for them all, but most girls really like to kiss as much as possible. Before, during, after. We just like to be kissed. Or at least I do” you shrug and laugh softly.

Bruce’s leans up and captures your lips with his, gently coaxing your face toward his with his hand still cupping your cheek. This time the kiss is soft, but sure; Bruce was a quick learner. This kiss felt fuelled by something different; there was a kind of energy behind it that you hadn’t noted before. His lips move against yours with confidence, drawing you into him even more.

When he stops, his lips barely an inch away from yours as he looks at you intensely. There’s something in his eyes that even you couldn’t read.

He then whispers, so softly you’d have missed it if his face wasn't so close to yours.

“I don’t think I care about most girls… just one.”

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A/N: okay no bc I’m already thinking of a part 2 where reader teaches Bruce how to eat pussy too😵‍💫 we’ll see if I have time / if you guys like this🙈😅 anyway, I hope you guys did enjoy this, it was definitely a fun time to write!!

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The billionaire was sitting on his expansive bed in the batman suit, with its helmet in his hand. His eyes were covered in black smudged eyeliner which made the blue of his eyes stand out distinctly. His hair was a mess as the long strands were grimy and wet.

“You… you’re batman?” You couldn’t stop the question from spilling from your lips. He scoffed as if there was no point hiding it from you anymore as the truth was out. You were sure it was a mistake that he was in his bedroom in this gear, but now that you had seen it, there was no going back.

You wouldn’t ever have thought even in your wildest dream that the man you worked for would be the face behind the masked vigilante. Though you had seen a few scars on Bruce’s body before, you didn’t ever question them.

But now that you knew his identity, suddenly his odd behaviour started making sense. The unusual late night hours spent working, the absence from important meetings, the tiredness and the grumpy behaviour; it all fell into place.

Seeing the batman up close for the first time, your eyes trailed over his huge body and the way the suit fitted him perfectly. You were in an awe, but then you saw the blood trickling down from his fingers. Upon closer look, you noticed it was a cut on his palm of his hand.

“Oh god…” you walked closer to him and all while, he was just silently watching you, just like he usually did. “Let me look at that.” Before bruce could either agree or deny, which you were sure was most likely the latter, you took his hand in yours.

The cut was a little deep and needed bandage to stop the blood. “Give me a minute,…” you said as you went to fetch the first aid kit. Being the house keeping staff, you knew more about the house than Bruce himself probably did, so it didn’t take you much time to locate the kit.

Bruce was still silent as you wiped the wound clean with an antiseptic and you took as a signal to go ahead. He willingly held his palm open as you wrapped it in white bandage. Once it was done, Bruce ran his thumb over the cotton before speaking in a raspy voice,

“Call me Bruce.”

~~~

“It’s not your fault.” You firmly stated. “It is my fault! They got away unscathed when I could’ve caught them.” He shouted, which was very much unlike his usual personality, but you understood the toll it took on him.

Today, some goons had slipped away and Bruce didn’t like it one bit. He was irritable and mad it himself for letting them go. “Both of us know that you can’t possibly catch all of them. And remember, there’s always the next night. You can go after them then.”

That somehow deflated Bruce’s anger and he sat back on the bed. From the day you got in on Bruce’s secret, it was now a tradition for you to patch him up whenever he was hurt. He even showed you his batcave and you were thoroughly impressed.

Honestly, knowing all these secrets was well above your pay grade, but you didn’t mind it at all. You loved listening to Bruce and Alfred try to solve the crimes together and sometimes, you too gave in your two cents.

Right now, he had showered and was in his sweatpants and his naked torso was gleaming in the lights. “Will you let me look at your wounds?” He gave a pert nod at your question and you began patching him up.

“I’m sorry for shouting at you.” He said as he looked at you with apologetic eyes. No matter what, Bruce was a good man at heart and it was such moments that it shone through. You placed your hand reassuringly on his, “It’s okay.”

His shoulder had taken some bullets tonight and though they didn’t pierce the batsuit, they left behind some blunt trauma. Unless the injury was severe Bruce didn’t think going to a doctor was necessary as it might out him, so he settled with you.

You admired his corded muscles as you sat too close to him to look at purpled skin near his collarbone. You were intently rubbing the salve into his skin when you felt Bruce’s breath ghost right over your face.

When you looked up, you realised how close your face was to his. You saw the way his eyes lingered on your lips a little too long before looking back into your eyes. There was this small voice in your head telling you to move back, but you couldn’t.

The air between you was suddenly thick and you could see the moment when he bent down and pressed his lips to yours. You had imagine this a hundred times in your head and yet the reality was much better.

His lips were surprisingly soft as they molded against yours. The kiss was sweet and gentle, almost as if he was asking for permission. You placed your hands on his strong jaw before swiping your tongue over his lips.

You didn’t know if you imagined it, but you felt him smile into the kiss before opening his mouth and letting you in. You felt his hands settle on your waist before moving down to your hips. You lost yourself into the kiss and you didn’t even realise when you ended up straddling his lap.

When you two parted from the kiss, you could see the subtle change in his eyes. His eyes were filled with lust and blown wide, with only the blue rim visible. You once again pressed a kiss to the corner of his lips, “Let me take care of you.”

His wet lips parted when you gently pushed him down into the soft bed. You ran your hands on his abs before pressing your lips to his collarbones. You kissed his scars and cuts as you made your way down to his Adonis belt from his collarbones.

You saw Bruce close his eyes shut and let out a deep contended sigh when you opened the zipper of his pants. You pulled down his slacks and briefs and gawked at his naked frame.

His cock was long and girthy and leaking at the tip with precum. You licked your lips as you curled your hand around his hot length and gave a little pull. You heard him hiss through his teeth when you started jerking him off.

His hands curled into the covers when you placed your mouth on the tip and sucked. Your tongue licked the head and teased his slit and you heard him make a choked off groan. These sounds he was making were more arousing than you’d thought.

You took him as deep as you could and kept pumping your hand around the remaining length. Your movements were gentle and soft, because you knew that’s what Bruce needed. Being batman and facing the dark side of humans every night was a hard task, and if he wanted something soft to hold onto, you’d be as gentle as you could.

His fingers were opening and clutching the bed covers again and again as if he wanted to touch you but didn’t. You looked up in his eyes as you kept up your ministrations and placed your hand on his. He was quick to weave your fingers with his and hold your hand tightly.

You laved your tongue over the throbbing veins on the underside of his cock. You smiled as much as you could when you heard him let out a curse at your actions. You kept on sucking and bobbing your head over his hard length until he pulled you off.

You gasped for breath and he was quick to use his strength to pull you up until you were straddling his lap. His fingers started unbuttoning your uniform and halfway through he got impatient and tore the rest of the buttons.

You moaned as the action was strangely erotic and didn’t waste much time and discarding the rest of your clothes. His hands settled on your hips and squeezed as you placed yourself over his hard length.

You were dripping wet after blowing him and you rubbed yourself over his cock making it wet with your slick and spit. You lined yourself over his cock and you both moaned when you sank down slowly. Your hands rested over his chest as you breathed in and relished in the delicious stretch of his cock.

Your mouth flew open with soundless moans as you started moving your hips over his. His cock was rubbing all the right spots and your eyes nearly rolled back in your head. Your rhythm was slow, but Bruce needed more. He held your hips in a tight grip and started thrusting up in you.

Seeing him take the lead made you drip with arousal around his length as he fucked into you. His thrusts were hard as he looked up at your with hooded eyes, the blue irises peering through his dark eyelashes. You bent down to press a kiss to his open lips and he reciprocated back with fervour.

You held yourself up on your arms as you kissed him before nibbling on the column of his neck. You then soothed it with your tongue and nearly preened when you saw the mark you left behind. Seeing your mark on his neck made a possessive feeling flare up inside you.

You squealed out when he flipped you over such that you were laying beneath him. He didn’t stop thrusting into you and your toes curled as he started going harder and deeper. You held onto his shoulders as he fucked you into the mattress and you were sure your nails would leave marks there too.

“I.. fuck!.. I just need…” Bruce grunted out almost as if he was pained. “I need you.” Your legs fell wider than before as he somehow started going even harder. The fact that you made him lose his control was sending you on a power trip.

He was fucking you hard as if he couldn’t get enough of you, and that was what made you cum. You clenched down on his length as electric tremors passed in your body from your toe to your hands. You clutched him tightly as you writhed underneath him.

Bruce growled in your ear as he came deep inside you. Your legs trembled with the feeling of his hot cum fill you. You both melted into the bed, nearly boneless, as you twitched with the aftershocks.