Freezerpoppy

It was overcast.

Clouds always seemed to loom over Gotham, even when the moon tried to peek through. You tugged your overcoat closer to your body, the chill of the autumn air licking at your skin. 

“Sorry I’m late, mom.” You whispered, placing the bouquet of daisies on her new marble bench. It was a chilly night and as you began to recite the lord’s prayer, your silver crucifix chimed against its chain in the wind. 

“Amen.” You finished, making the sign of the cross and kissing your pendant. You smiled at your mother’s grave and made your way back to your car, smiling at your driver as he opened the door for you. 

The city passed by your window and you felt happy to see it getting further away. Your thoughts ran away as the car paused to allow the big black gates to open. 

The car rolled to a stop and the driver got out, opening the door for you with a bow of his head. You thanked him and walked up the front steps of your house, large ‘W’s in black lettering on the doors. 

You opened the door and sighed, happy to be back. Hanging your coat on the coat hanger, you looked up at the high, cathedral-like ceilings and smiled. The smell of baked chicken made your mouth water and you followed the scent, stepping into the eat-in kitchen just as Alfred took a pan out of the oven.

“Ah,” He smiled at you, placing a plate on the island as you sat down, “Right on time. How was your visit?”

“Good.” You answered, your stomach growling at the sight of the butter sauce he was pouring on the chicken. He placed some on your plate, along with green beans from the garden. He poured you a glass of red wine, watching you take a bite of the chicken expectantly. 

You hummed in delight, complementing, “Amazing!”

“New recipe.” Alfred grinned, pumping his fists, “Got it from Bobby Flay.”

“Keep it!” You urged, taking another bite of the succulent poultry. 

You finished your meal, having the usual small talk with Alfred. When you were done, you made up the stairs and through the hallway, running your hands along the old wallpaper that decorated the walls. 

It was truly like a church and how appropriate of a home it was for you. 

You pushed the large black door of your bedroom open, kicking off your shoes and reveling in the coolness of the tile beneath your feet. The room was dark and you pressed a button on the remote by your bedside, watching as the lights rose dimly.

Your bed, like always, had been made from this afternoon when you rolled out of it. The thick, black comforter folded with military-like precision. 

You opened the door to your closet and hurriedly picked out pajamas to wear, the pretty silk fabric soft against your skin. 

Padding to the bathroom, you turned on the light, nearly blinded as it reflected against the wall of mirrors. You placed your pajamas in between the two sinks, going behind you and turning the hot water knob on the clawfoot tub. 

You walked back to the ‘Jill’ part of the sink and brushed your teeth, watching yourself in the mirror. Ducking your head down, you spit out the toothpaste, rinsing your mouth with water and unbuttoning your jeans and sliding them off. You did the same with your blouse and underwear, placing them in the laundry chute. 

You twisted your tangled hair into a bun above your head, rubbing your eyes as you opened a new bar of soap and grabbed a washcloth from the counter. You turned off the water and sunk into the steaming bath, a sigh of relief coming from your mouth.

You were safe. You were comfortable. You were content.

You dipped your head in the water then, making bubbles with your mouth like a child. Fond memories of your mother taking bubble baths with you when you were younger sprung from your memory, making you smile. She would always sing to you, blowing soapy bubbles your way to pop. 

You wondered if she was in heaven now, if she was the one who orchestrated you meeting Bruce again at her grave, or was it simply kismet that you were there at the same time? 

You let your head fall back again, closing your eyes as you relaxed. Sleep came for you then and you welcomed it, sinking down into the tub and sighing. 

After you were thoroughly cleaned from the worries of the day, you unplugged the drain, the water bubbling as it began to swirl. You got out of the tub and wrapped a towel around yourself, careful not to slip as you stepped out of the tub. 

When you were good and dry, you put on your pajamas and slipped out of the bathroom, turning the light off. 

Undressing the bed, you propped a pillow up and got into it, snuggling against the soft sheets. You grabbed your tablet and began to watch the Spring Baking Championship. 

Somewhere between making Easter baskets and charcuterie boards, you feel asleep.

A loud snore woke you up and you groaned, looking to your left to glare at the cause. But no one was there. 

You shook your head at yourself, hearing the shower running. You got out of bed, running a tired hand through your hair as you opened the bathroom door.

It was dark in there, the only light coming from above the sinks. You furrowed your brows, seeing Bruce’s bowed head under the sprays of the shower, his shoulders hunched over.

Without a thought, you pulled off your pajamas and padded to the shower.

You opened the glass door, twitching as Bruce’s gaze met yours over his shoulder. You slid between him and the wall, “Bad night?” You whispered the question, raising yourself to kiss him. 

He turned his head, his hair falling in his face. “Bad night.” Bruce affirmed, the black kohl still around his eyes as he avoided your gaze.

Your heart dropped and you pressed your lips against the hinge of his jaw instead, humming in understanding. You wrapped your arms around his middle, looking up at him through your wet lashes. He returned your gaze with a sigh, shaking his head.

Bruce leaned over you, his hands planted on either side of your head as water dripped around the two of you. He lightly pressed his forehead against yours, his lips barely moving, “I was scared tonight.” He admitted quietly, his eyes closing, “And I don’t get scared.”

You frowned, your hands going around his neck. You fingered the wet hair there, nudging his forehead with yours, “Well I’d hope not.” You tried to tease, though he didn’t smile. 

“I thought…” He trailed instead, his face twitching. “I almost killed-!”

“But you didn’t.” You rushed to say, nuzzling your nose against his, “ You didn’t.”

Bruce exhaled heavily through his mouth, his eyes finally opening. You gave him a little smile, pressing yourself up once more. He let you kiss him this time and you pulled away as he began to press back. 

The man grunted, cupping your cheeks as his thumbs wiped at the kohl that transferred from his face to yours. One of his thumbs brushed against your bottom lip as his gaze turned hot and you were pressed against the shower wall as he moved closer to you. 

“Flower.” He muttered affectionately, pressing his lips against the left corner of your mouth. You blinked as he did the same to the right corner, “I want to take care of you.” He rasped, his lips brushing against yours.

“You already are.” You breathed, pouting as he avoided your lips, “You are.” You said again, tugging at the hair at the nape of his neck.

Bruce shook his head, water drops from his strands falling in your face, “Flower,” He slurred, flicking his tongue against your lips, “Can I take care of you?”

You nodded, whimpering as he finally kissed your lips. The kiss was slow and sensual, even as his tongue slipped past your lips and his cock hardened against you. 

You reached down to grab him but he hummed, holding both of your wrists in one hand while the other tugged at your nipple. He crowded you against the wall then ducked his head to kiss you. 

“Did you have a good day?” Bruce muttered over you, his other hand slipping between your legs and brushing against you teasingly. 

You nodded, breathing out an affirmative.

Bruce smiled, though it was tight, almost pained. “Good.” He nodded back, sliding his fingers inside of you and quirking them up. “You deserve good days.”

You sighed in content as the heel of his hand rubbed against your clit, “You do to…” You whispered, watching his mouth fall into a thin line. He huffed out a sardonic chuckle, dropping your wrists and forcing you to turn around. 

“Sweet girl.” Bruce rasped behind you, tracing the curve of your spine with a finger. He landed a smack on your ass cheek, making your jump as he soothed the skin. “‘M taking care of you.” He murmured, pressing his hard-on between your cheeks. He pressed his lips to the back of your neck, reaching around and rubbing your clit in slow circles. 

“Tell me about your day.” He begged, breathless as his cock rubbed between your cheeks. “Please.”

The grout between the tiles scratched against your cheek as you leaned forward, enjoying him playing with you like this. “I went,” You hiccuped, drawing in a quick breath, “I overslept but when to, to-! Afternoon mass.” You finally gasped out, his dark chuckle sounding through the dark bathroom. 

“Good little church girl.” He teased lowly, jerking his hips up sharply and making you bounce against the wall. “Was I the subject of your confession?”

You shook your head, your eyes fluttering closed as the head of his cock slipped under you and was now rubbing against your wet slit. 

“Talk to me.” Bruce begged in your ear, his chest pressing into your back, “Please.”

“No.” You choked out, your hands trying to grip something, anything. “You take care of me.” You breathed, bending your head back to look him in the eye, “That’s not a sin.”

His fingers wrapped around your neck then and he smiled, his lips tilting as he shoved himself inside of you. He tucked his fingers into the chain of your crucifix, a much thicker replacement for the original. The chain dug into the back of your neck and your lashes fluttered as he fucked you into the wall.

“What,” Bruce started, swallowing thickly as he dug into you, slow and purposefully, “What do you pray for?” He questioned in a rasp, the scruff of his chin scratching against your forehead. 

You were on the tips of your toes now, taking every inch of him that he offered. You knew the answer, you knew what he wanted to hear. The fingers rubbing your clit pressed harder, more insistent and you knew what he needed.

You pucker your lips, gazing up at his eyes as he looked down at you. “You.” You breathed feeling his cock twitch as his eyes became glossy, “You.” You said again, your orgasm slowly creeping up.

“Me?” Bruce asked lowly, his balls tight against your ass. 

You hummed, reaching a hand up and tugging at his dark strands. “I pray for you, baby.”

In the next moment he was cumming all over your back, hot ribbons painting your back. His fist hit the hall beside your head as he growled into your hair, beating his cock against your ass. 

Bruce gripped your hips then, turning you around and dropping to his knees, his hot mouth on your cunt. He lapped at your clit and you held his head in place, grinding your hips against him. 

“Taking care of my flower.” He grunted against you, plunging his tongue inside of you. He landed a smack on your cum covered ass cheek, groping it as forcing you even tighter against his mouth. 

Bruce laced his arms between yours, grabbing your breasts in his hands, the rough calluses of his skin rubbing against your nipples.

You cried out his name, your knees weakened as your peak fast approached. All it took was him sucking your clit and your breath left you, along with everything else you were holding. You lost your balance and slumped against the wall, whining as you bucked against his mouth, your nails digging into his scalp.

When Bruce finally pulled back you fell into a heap against the wall, your lidded eyes unfocused. He climbed over you, pressing his slick lips against yours before taking a seat against the wall next to you. He rested his head there, closing his eyes. 

“Better.” He rasped and you snorted out a laugh, elbowing him in the ribs. The two of you sat there for a moment, the water cleansing the sweat from your skin. 

You were the one who stood first. Grabbing a washcloth from the rack inside of the shower, you gently lifted Bruce’s head up, gingerly wiping the dark kohl from his eyes. 

You were rewarded with a crooked smile and he stood as well, taking the cloth from you and lathering it up with soap. Doting on every part of your body, he made sure you were clean first, pecking the places that he felt needed extra care. You returned the favor as best as you could, as his hands were firmly planted on your hips the whole time.

When you both were clean and dry, you both slid into your large bed, finding each other in the darkness of the sheets. You were both turned on your sides, facing each other with your legs tangled.

“Thank you.” Bruce muttered, his thumb brushing against your cheek.

“Of course.” You whispered back, nuzzling your nose against his. “It’s what I’m here for.”

The Wayne hummed, brushing his lips against your forehead as a hand caressed the skin of your arm. 

“I really do pray for you, y’know,” You uttered, cupping his cheek, “For you to find peace.”

“You are my peace.” Bruce rasped, kissing your fingers before teasing, “Ever since I was eight and you told me the frog you caught was a toad.”

You snorted and rolled your eyes, hitting his broad chest. “Shut up.” 

your silky white dress was complimented perfectly by the yellowish lights that adorned the great hall, charity galas were always a place where you could impress and be impressed, but you didn’t want to impress anyone who wasn’t him. bruce wayne.

you had somehow managed to take bruce out of the gala with you, deciding to go to the manor, both completely sober, but minds deeply lost in each other.

you both sat on the pair of green couches on the principal living room, glasses of champagne in each other hands.

a small talk turned into other, until you touched the subject bruce tried so hard to avoid.

“you’re too young.” he said.

“mhm.. but i’m not.” you said, throwing your leg over his lap and saddling up on top of it. sitting now on his lap, your hands running through his hair.

bruce was 10 years older than you, and he had taken to trying to be a protector type figure in your friend group, you being the youngest one amongst them.

it was a wide range of ages, but he was one of the oldest in it, he made company to you in these boring galas and often got the creeps away from you, and most importantly, wouldn’t give in to you.

there was undeniable attraction between the both of you, everyone knew it, and bruce always used the same excuse, ‘she is too young’ he would say, he really was trying to keep it going, you would probably be more satisfied with a younger man, bruce liked crossword puzzles and playing chess in his garden, he liked sleeping in on sundays, he liked coming home from his night activities and relax in front of the fire with a glass of wine.

you were fresh into adulthood, bruce had gone with you to buy your first brand new car, helped you move into your apartment and helped you understanding financial stuff better, and while others would find those tasks boring and normal, you found it incredibly hot.

bruce was a man.

all man, with his life figured out, his own collection of cars, a company on his name, a huge mansion and a couple of houses. he wasn’t a player, he liked the same music you did, the same movies you did, he could dance and cook, and that was exactly what you always wanted to have.

bruce always tried to avoid your flirting, but it was obvious to you it wasn’t because he didn’t want you, he stared too much, his eyes always lingered longer than the others, his touch went out of the way of a normal friend, you had even shared a kiss on new year’s, that he had said was a mistake, but you knew better.

“y/n…. please.” he pleaded. “you’re going to get bored of me.” he whispered, making you frown. you adjusted in his lap, leading his head to lean back so you could look into his eyes.

he should have known that accepting your offer of hanging out alone would end like this. his self control fraying like an old, weak thread.

“bruce..” you whispered, running your free hand over his cheek. “i’m not gonna be bored of you, i love hanging out with you, i love you, so fucking much…” your voice went soft and sweet, leaning down and kissing his forehead. his eyes closed, a sigh leaning his mouth as he tried to recover but the action went straight to his heart.

“i love your mouth… i haven’t been able to stop thinking about our kiss, your hands held me so tight, bruce. it felt just right, and i think about it every single night when i’m all alone, i think about you every time i’m all alone.” your voice turned to a more sultry tone, kissing over his high cheekbone and down to the center of it. “i think about you all the fucking time, i know you do too.”

there was a debate in his mind and he was going to lose it.

“of course I do, princess. but you’re so young, you don’t want to start a family any time soon, you don’t want to have chess nights instead of parties and galas-.” you placed a hand over his mouth.

“who told you i didn’t want any of that?”

your words caught him off ward, his green eyes looking over your face, you were death serious.

“who told you i don’t want to come home to a strong and older man, who can give me everything i want in a relationship?” you tilted your head in questioning. “hm? who told you i like all those things to begin with? have you asked me, bruce? because the answer will shock you.” you said, nose brushing against his. he felt you take his hand and moved it around her waist, wrapping one of your arms around his neck while your fingers played with the ends of his hair. “go on, ask me.”

he took a shaky breath, the fingers at the nape of his neck sending chills all over his body. it felt like a dream, he licked his lips before he asked.

“what do you want?”

“i want you, i want to do all the things you do, with you. i may be young, but you don’t have a clue of what i want, i want a family, i want a man who will treat me with respect, a man who has stability, one who has an extensive vinyl record collection… a man who sings nirvana at the top of his lungs with me…” you pecked his lips slowly. “i want a man who’s passionate, a man who has a deep and slow voice to whisper pretty, dirty things to me, someone who wants to protect me the way you already do.” another peck, your opposite hand cupping his jaw.

“i want a man who knows how to treat me, a man who has some experience in life.” your lips trailed to his jaw. “i want a man with big hands, hands that can hold me, stroke my hair and run all over my body like i know you so desperately want to, despite telling yourself you can’t.” your teeth nipped at the junction of his jaw and neck, smirking when you felt his hand smooth down her back and reach the bare skin of your thighs, where your dress had ridden up.

he was losing composure.

“i want a passion, a man who can hold me and give me the most intimate time of my life… and a man who can throw me down over the hood of his vintage cars and pound into me like he doesn’t know how to do anything else, a man with dedication….” you lowered your hips and rocked them into his own. “i want you.”

a groan erupted from his throat, his other hand coming to clench down on your hip to steady himself, you were his ultimate weakness, and you knew you had this power over him.

“you say I’m too young, bruce. but i’m not, i know a lot of things.” you ground your hips against him, moaning softly as you felt the bulge in his pants press right between your thighs, he was big, as you knew, but it was something else entirely to feel it right against where she wanted it most.

“i know that i want this in my mouth, in my cunt, so fucking badly that i ache for it.” you whimpered, pulling his head back to rest against the couch. your eyes took in his moony eyes as he looked up at her in slight awe. this was a newer side of her that he hadn’t seen, but he was loving it

“i want you to make love to me any and everywhere, in every room of this mansion and in every surface of my apartment, in any position.” your hand stroked through his hair, tugging lightly at the end of it, you could feel his cock pulse against you, making you grin. “mhm, like this” you lifted your hips, mimicking riding him, your breathing was heavier, pressing you forehead against his as you did so. “i want to ride you on this couch when you come home from work… want to climb right on and give you a a place where you can dump all of that stress to.” pulling back from his face, you tugged his hand from her hip and placed it on your ass.

“go ahead, feel it.” you taunted. he was at the end of his wit, drunk off of you alone and letting his large hand squeeze over it. he was going to give it to you so good as soon as he fully gave in, and you knew it. “that’s it, bruce. imagine it, we get along so good, spend so much time together, why can’t we move it to the next level? spend more time giving each other what we both really want?“

your case was solid, breaking through all of his barriers, you were exploding each and every excuse he could have, the guilt was washing away, he really had nothing to be ashamed of.

“god… fuck, y/n.” he cursed. “how do you do this to me? how do you make me feel this fucking insane?” he pleaded, needing to know why you had this power over him.

“because you want me too.” you kissed his lips again, slowly, that was the end of his resistance, his mouth closing over yours, internally jumping for victory as you let the kiss run its course before pulling back with a satisfied hum.

“i do… fuck, i do.” he let final string unravel, admitting it to the both of them, that’s all it took for you to unzip your dress, letting it pool around your waist, moving your hand towards your center, moving your lace thong to the side, exposing yourself.

“have me.”

bruce had tried so hard to avoid this temptation.

you were younger than him and for so long he had viewed it as him being a dirty, creepy older man. But when you let him know just how badly you actually wanted him? it changed everything.

“please, please, please.” you whimpered. bruce’s cock ran over your soaked slit, watching in awe as the tip bumped your clit and how your hips would jerk up each time. “don’t tease, bruce. give it to me.” you pleaded, hand going to the wrist holding his cock, pulling it closer. “inside. i want it inside.”

you flipped off of his lap to lay on the couch properly, bruce ripped the dress off your body, you returned the favor, you both needed this. months of avoidance had led to the pent up sexual tension that needed to be released.

“shh. i’m just….” He licked his lip. “just admiring, princess. we’ve got the whole night, as long as you want. this is only the beginning.” his teasing was cruel, perhaps, but he wanted a bit of the control action, you had it before, was dangling over him like a shiny toy he had been so guilty lusting after, and he wanted it all for himself.

“yeah. we have all night, so please put that fucking cock inside of me.” you huffed in frustration. “please. bruce, i need you.” your voice dropped to a hint of desperation, a bit raspy when you spoke the last bit, bruce would normally want to punish you for the demands and snarky tone but, how could he not give her what she wants when she speaks like that?

“watch how you speak to me, princess.” his hand smacked your thigh, making you whimper. “you made me break all of that self control i’ve built up over these months, tried so hard not to be that dirty older man who wants the pretty, young thing in his bed, but you’ve managed to tear it all down and make me into exactly what i’ve tried to avoid.” his voice was low, pressing himself against your center, the slickness dripped around the head of his cock, making the deep red tip glisten.

“god, i tried so fucking hard to not look at you that way, tried to be nice, but you lure me in, with those fucking giggles and that pretty smile, those hugs that lingered too long and fucking crawling into my bed for a cuddle.” he scoffed. “felt so fucking guilty for getting up that new year’s morning and fucking my hand in the shower, cumming so hard with your face in my mind and name on my tongue, barely could look at myself, i’ve managed to not bury myself into this pussy before, and now look.” he leaned over, pursing his lips and letting a string of spit drool down and pool over your cunt, drip slowly to where his cock met your entrance.

“look at me, about to fill you up, fill you up to the brim, stretch you…” he slowly began to push forward, letting the tip press into her and the stretch that had both of them hissing. “shit, just like that.” the sight of it stretching open, his cock pulsing as he pushed in slow and getting a bit further in, stretching you up completely.

“this….” you whined as you felt the last of the head sink into you, your nails digging into his forearms. “is exactly what i always wanted, oh my god…” you panted, eyes looking at his wild expression, even just this bit had your cunt stretched and full, how he was going to manage to get all of that big, thick cock inside of you was beyond your mind.

but you wanted it more than anything.

“yeah, princess?” bruce cooed, pulling a hand away from his cock and dragging it down her stomach. “i should have known, the way you looked at me, the way you’d get possessive over any other woman talking to me.. should have known you were serious.” he admitted, reeling at the feeling of her cunt slowly swallowing him up.

“didn’t want them to fucking have you.” you spit, sitting up on your elbows as you looked down at your connection, the sight had your mouth dropping open. “look at us, do you think any of them could compare to this?” she stroked over the hand on her stomach before going to her sensitive cunt, fingers spread herself open further, exposing her clit as she watched his eyes grow darker. “do you think any of them can give you what i can? desire you the way i do?.” you moaned, circling your clit a few times and clenching around him, making him moan.

“enough.” he yanked your hand away. “didn’t fucking want them, believe me, i tried, but you’ve been haunting my dreams, have owned this cock before we even properly spoke, when you walked in… in that fucking black sundress, i wanted to grab you, keep you in my grasp.” he admitted. “selina told me how old you were… thought my chances were over, but i was wrong.” his chuckle was dark, pressing in further and getting a sweet moan from you. “you insisted on breaking me down, making me into what was afraid of being.”

you gasped as you lifted your hips, getting his cock in a bit deeper, sparks of pleasure lit up your stomach as the sting of his thickness stretched you. “uh huh. i wanted you to be dirty, wanted you to give me this, wanted you to stuff this cock inside of my young pussy and make me yours.” you revealed.

with each inch he sunk into you, the most wild you felt. never had you felt so full or needy but now. “i want you to be dirty, want you to show me how real men treat their women… want you to own me, bruce.” your voice was a sultry whisper, pulling his hand up to cup your cheek. “show me how those silly younger boys don’t know a thing about treating pussy.” your cheek nuzzled into his hand.

“god, you’re so deep…” her voice got a bit higher pitched. “don’t stop… i want more.” you whined, rocking your hips up and making the both of you moan. bruce couldn’t stop himself from grinding his hips into her slightly, the pleasure of a hot, soaked cunt squeezing around him, he couldn’t believe this was really happening.

“fuck.” he grit his teeth together as he felt himself get deeper than his slow pace had original anticipated. his thumb slipping into your mouth and lips puckering around it as you began to suck.

you were his sin.

“can’t get over this pussy.” his thrusts we’re shallow, getting used to the suction of your mouth and your cunt as you seemed to arch into him. “so fucking tight, dripping for me, just for me, right princess?” he asked, pulling his finger out of your mouth. you nodded.

“yes. is yours, bruce. all fucking yours. take it.” you pulled the hand to your throat, urging him to wrap it around. “fuck me, show me you own me, show me how much better you are, old man.” your dirty smirk and teasing finally broke him.

your body jolted as he finally got into it. he had started slower, the beautiful lead up had your squirming and eager. but as soon as he began to truly fuck into you, you knew you were fucked.

his body caged you in, one arm over your head and the other holding your throat, your legs wrapped tightly around his waist, keeping him locked in and his cock from fully pulling out, the couch was jerking and hitting the wall, but neither of you gave a shit about the potential damage.

“yes, yes…” you whined, nails dragging over his lower back as he thrust deep into you. “oh my fucking god, bruce.” He was showing her what sex had been about. “it’s so good, you’re so good, no one has ever fucked me this good.” you panted

your words stroked his ego, yes, but he was more fulfilled that he was ruining you, no one else would be able to give you this, this passion, this need, this tension you needed to fill up, each messy thrust coated his balls in your slick but he couldn’t help but revel in the feeling. the sting of your nails, how you arched into him.

it felt like heaven.

“and no one ever will, besides me.” he snarled into your ear. “you gave yourself to me, and now this cunt belongs to me.” that was an understatement, he wasn’t letting this giving into temptation be for nothing, not that he thought it wasn’t what you wanted, because obviously your feelings were both intense and heavy. but the reminder would serve her well.

“belongs to me alone, spread those legs for me… no one else can ever get between them again.” his hand tightened in your throat and you moaned, hips bucking into his heavy thrusts. “yeah… you like that, don’t you baby?” he licked over your jaw, where a few tears had fallen down. “like being mine? of course you do.” he pressed his damp forehead against yours as he continued his deep thrusts, feeling each gasp for air against his mouth and the palm of his hand.

“uh huh…” you whined, eyes watery as you looked into his. “want to be yours, bruce, want… fuck, i want you to fuck me every single day.” you pleaded, tightening your legs against his hips, lifting yourself up so you could be closer. “want you to own me fully, be mine too.” you leaned up and pressed your lips to his own making him melt.

you wanted him to be yours too, that’s what sent him spiraling. “i’m yours. god… i’m all yours.” he whispered darkly, kissing your slick mouth and moaning at the taste, you responded the best she could, but being fucked like this was taking it out of her.

“gonna be my pretty, sweet little girlfriend… do all those things you promised.” bruce couldn’t help but find himself inching towards the edge at the idea of coming home to you and your affections, your body, you. “gonna let your older boyfriend spoil you fucking rotten… kisses, gifts, sex.” he cooed and you moaned. “yeah… got yourself an older man to take care of you, give you everything those boys your age can’t, gonna give you everything.” his promise rand through the room as he kissed you sloppily.

“and i’m gonna give you every single drop of my cum.” he smirked, feeling himself begin to throb inside of you.

“fuck!” he had been hitting at just the right angle. your orgasm overwhelmed you both, clinging your arms around him as you wailed into the air, biting down against his shoulder to keep yourself from sobbing, the white hot pleasure running deep as you gushed all over his cock.

he couldn’t pull away, your cunt wrapped around him sending him into a flurry of frantic thrusts and sloppy sounds, but it was the bite to his skin that pushed him fully over, his mouth dripping open in shock as he buried his face into your hair, feeling his own hot cum fill you up, sweat making both of your bodies stick to each other’s, he couldn’t find any excuse that would pull him away.

but when your sweet, quiet and fucked out voice called out for him, he almost pulled out.

“i want you again, daddy.”