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cw: 18+ mdni, heavy fauxcest, heavy intoxication, use of daddy/dad
Brat!Reader who accidentally called Simon, you have no recollection of if even happening but all he hears is yelling, the laugher, the woozy slur of your muffled voices and then it hangs up.
It’s a Saturday night, nothing surprising, all girls wanna have fun, no? But it’s when he check a that location, the way you’re location is moving down the highway fast- too fast for your own good. Simon lets John knows, maybe he can get a connection to you. Which leads to you declining both of their calls while you’re still in someone’s car speeding down the streets and highways without a car. Drunk texts in reply, ‘in busty rnnn, fuck off’ and ‘witgh friedns k?, call later.’
You turned your phone off after that, just as they were gonna go search every inch of the damned city for you, theres a loud booming from a car radio as they inch closer toward the Price and Riley residence. The person driving hops out the car first, jogging to the other side to open the passenger door where you’re half sprawled out. He says something they can’t hear over the music that’s got you sitting up and giggling. Taking his hand to help you out the expensive McLaren, curls in a side part and stabbing down your back, the tight and short yellow party dress hugging every part of you so perfectly it’d make anyone’s head turn. You stumble onto the side walk, babbling to the guy and nodding to the words that has you fucking grinning.
You point towards the house but the guy only takes a glance at the two men guarding the property, making it known he’s not wanted— not by them, definitely not by you, that whatever was happening was a one time thing. And shakes his head, watching the way your hips switch unconsciously as you approach the two older men men.
You squint your eyes at the two figures, laughing, you push at Simons broad shoulder, “Duuuude, what are you guys doin at my folks houssee!?”
Is that where you think this is? Maybe you just have be them the first address that popped up in your phone. It’s better this way though, deciding it’d be better to leave the issues of tonight for tomorrow. Let them take care of you.
John sighs, taking your hand so you can slip off the pumps on your feet, “Gotta get you t’bed love-“
You gasp, gripping Johns shirt, “You- hck- you know whooo was blowin my shit up tonight? I-I thought I’d go crazyyy for second.” You gasp again, pointing at Simon who’s right behind you, smiling up at him, “You both were, I said, fuck two guys blowin up my phone when I’m supposed- ‘posed t’ be havin- hck- ‘posed t’ be young ‘nd turnt.” You let out a frustrated huff, stomping your foot.
“You were doin somethin dangerous swee’art, bein in a car that drunk, flyin down the bloody highway,” and high, you’ve got the smell of weed on you, John and Simon shared another look you were completely oblivious too. Watching the way your hands rubbing up and down your thighs, eyes low and red.
You shrug, “No, ‘s fine. Me ‘nd that guy-“
“You and him?” John tighter are sharper than intended, a tone that’s got your eyes wide and meeting his but you’re waving it off, “He always knows how to get me t’ relaaax. Youuuu- You’re overthinkin it.” You slur.
Your hands go up your dress, to your back, trying to reach the zipper, “Bof- both you probably spent alllll night overthinkin while I had a fuckin blast! Hmck- help.” Your pretty eyes look towards Simon, a pout on your lips. He doesn’t have to be told twice, unzipping the dress and letting it strung to the floor.
Leaving you in matching black thong and lace bra, both men looking elsewhere to hold in some restraint.
Your eyes are basically closed but you’re walking forward absentmindedly, throwing your arms up, “So overprotective. Don’t get it at allll!”
A cool and calloused hand reaches the small of your back, turning you toward the both of them, John rubs your back, “To bed honey.”
You shake your head, “Don’t need bed,”
“Honey-“
“-I wanna listen t’ more music! It’s only like 3!”
4 am actually. But you’re pushing yourself further than needed. A routine while this faded you must be overly to.
Not anymore.
Simon brushes your hair back, back of his finger caressing your face, “Daddies know what’s best for you baby, listen well ‘nd John’ll make you breakfast in the mornin.”
You soften at that, a small smile on your lips, “That’d be reallllly nice.”
“Right? Only ‘f you go to bed though luv,” and John scoops you up in his arms princess style, your arms wrapping around his neck subconsciously. Loving the way he feels against you, how warm he is, hairy arms prickling your skin. And then you feel his soft kiss against your neck, “Gonna sleep right between me and Dad baby. First time for you.”
“My dad,” you repeat, eyes slowly blinking, watching Simon who’s following John carrying you to the bedroom. “And Price too?”
Simon nods, giving your free hand that was dangling a little squeeze, “Daddy’ll be right there too baby.”
Daddy and Dad, Dad and Daddy, how interesting, how peculiar, had your mind swirling every more, how it gave your stomach a warm, tingly feeling.
“How nice.” You hum, eyes fully closing, nodding off before you even get to the bed.
It’s all a blur, getting you to drink water, cleaning you up enough to get you some proper sleep without getting your makeup on the sheets.
But you sleep really well that night, tucked in between two men, wrapped in their arms.
a/n: congratulations! You’ve made it to the end. I was gonna put inspo pics but no one is reading this anyway! I’m building plot here guys. Like I need reader to have reason to call them that, I thinks
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big brother yuji and uncle sukuna use your throat before dinner
2.9k cw : incest, cheating, degradation, praise, blowjobs & face fucking, cum shots, cum swallowing, humiliation, some misogyny, butt stuff if you squint, very dubcon. based on this request <3
You and Yuji never had a normal sibling relationship, you two were always closer than that. When other parents would complaining about their siblings bullying one another and fighting constantly, your parents would boast about how well their kids got along.
You're not sure your parents ever used a word other than "sweet" when talking about you and your brother, but they'd probably keel over and die if they knew about even a fraction of what you two do to one another.
The cuddling, the kisses on your cheeks and forehead, those could maybe be overlooked. But eventually those turned into makeout sessions and dry humping until you both came in your pajamas, and neither of you could restrain yourselves anymore after that. What you were doing had already crossed the line so you might as well go all the way.
Yuji would join you in the shower, fuck you up against the glass and wash your hair after. He would drive you to see your friends, but you would just wind up riding him in the backseat before heading home right after to have sex one more time.
You two tried to be at least somewhat discreet, but eventually you started to get a bit too comfortable. And that's how you're here now. Home for the holidays and in Yuji’s old bedroom where you’re straddling his face, your own just an inch away from his pelvis, all while your family is preparing dinner down the hall.
You're trying to make him feel as good as you, you really are. Your lips are sealed around his cock as you bob your head up and down, tongue gliding along his shaft. But it's so hard to keep up whenever his tongue dips into your cunt, lapping at your dripping hole and flicking at your clit.
Yuji's eating you out with a desperation you've never felt from him before because he knows you have limited time. The loud voices and laughter coming from the kitchen tell you that your parents are still drinking and chatting with your aunt and uncle, but eventually someone will come knocking to let you know the food is ready.
And all that Yuji wants before he sits down for dinner is to feel you gushing onto his tongue, swallowing whatever he can of your cum to whet his appetite.
He's practically slurping up your arousal as two hands grip your ass, kneading the fat and spreading you open to get better access to your cunt. Yuji can tell by the way your legs are shaking and you're spending more time moaning around his cock than sucking it that you're getting close.
In the back of your mind, there's a budding feeling of guilt surrounding your inability to pleasure your brother at the moment. Yuji hasn't paid it any mind though because he knows it's not your fault—it's his.
He makes you feel so good.
Your toes curl as your hands grip the bedsheets when he slides a hand inward, circling his thumb around your asshole. The pressure is foreign and makes you squirm and not a minute later you're cumming. You'd worry that Yuji's nearly drowning with the way your pussy is soaking his face, but he won't let you go.
Strong hands move to your thighs and hold you in place as he keeps licking at your twitching hole, gently cleaning you up. You whimper softly around Yuji's stiff cock when your hips jerk on instinct to pull away, the sensitivity making your head spin.
"Tastes so good baby," Yuji's out of breath, swiping his tongue lazily against your clit once more. He chuckles against you when you whine at the feeling. "God I can't get enough of you, wish I could do this for hours."
"Fuckin' knew I'd find you two in here."
It's almost comical the way you and Yuji move in sync, both of you peeling yourselves away from one another in record time and spinning around to see none other than your uncle Sukuna. He's shutting the bedroom door behind him with a soft click when he meets your eye, a dangerous glint shining in his.
"It's uh, it's not what it looks like," Yuji throws out the same tired excuse everyone tries.
As if you aren't both naked and sweaty, hair touseled and chests heaving as you sit atop opposite ends of Yuji's bed.
Sukuna lets out a sharp laugh, his arms coming to cross in front of his broad chest as he looks down his nose at the two of you. "You mean you two weren't just 69ing like a couple of amateurs?"
Your heart is hammering in your chest as a sweat breaks out across your forehead. You two are so screwed. One look at Yuji tells you enough to know that the idiot boy is still going to try and talk his way out of this but it's a lost cause. You're not even sure how long your uncle had been standing there because you never even heard the door open!
"Please, uncle Sukuna," your voice wavers in a way that you hate, "don't tell them. Y-you can't."
"Don't worry, sweetheart, I won't." Sukuna spits the pet name at you so rudely it makes your stomach turn with disappointment remembering all the times your father used it as a term of endearment. "But what do i get for keepin' my mouth shut?"
You're at a loss for words. You think he can't possibly be serious right now but everything about his demeanor tells you that he is. Sukuna steps toward you, hooking a finger under your chin and tilting your head up at him. The intensity in his gaze makes you shiver and his mouth splits into a wide smile.
"Your brother make you feel good?" Sukuna coos, "looked like he made you cum pretty hard."
Yuji's eyes are darting between you and Sukuna, just as dumbfounded as you are. The difference is that you still look scared, it's obvious by the look on your face and the way you're curling in on yourself. But Yuji is over that initial sense of panic, and watching the way his uncle's large hand easily wraps around your neck is making his cock twitch back to life.
Your breath hitches. You should be able to breathe just fine, Sukuna's hand is only resting around your throat, not squeezing. And yet it feels like you're not getting enough air.
"Need to find out for myself what's got this kid so whipped," Sukuna mutters before pulling you by your neck. He guides you off the bed and towards the ground until you're kneeling at his feet.
Yuji is enamored by the scene in front of him. It has never been like this between you two—such an obvious difference in power. It wasn't even something he'd considered because it's you, his darling sister. But now, he'll never be able to forget it.
Yuji will forever replay in his mind the silence as you obediently let Sukuna lead, and that flicker of reverence in your eyes that are otherwise swimming with unease.
"Open up, tongue out," Sukuna lightly slaps your cheek until you do as he says, letting your jaw fall slack. "Good girl."
He makes you wait like that, tongue lolled out of your mouth that's open wide while he undoes his pants and pulls them down. You feel like a damn dog, sitting at your owner's feet and awaiting your next command.
Sukuna sighs with relief when his hand grips his hard cock, pumping it a few times. He taps it against your tongue and your cheek before he pushes just the tip past your lips. Your mouth closes around him immediately, giving him a soft suck before he rewards you with more of his length.
Yuji hasn't been able to tear his eyes away from you two until Sukuna addresses him directly, snapping him out of his trance. "Gotta show you how to use her right. You've been too easy on her, I can tell."
Your worried gaze darts to your brother, seeking some help since you can't talk with your uncle's dick in your mouth. But he won't look at you now. His cheeks are tinted pink and he's keeping his lips sealed, refusing to stick his neck out for you.
"Yeah," Sukuna groans, rolling his hips into you. "She wasn’t even tryin' to get you off even after you made her cum."
A large hand grips the back of your head, holding you still. The hard floor is making your knees ache but you don't dare try to move. Spit is pooling in your mouth and you swallow it down with a struggle, the tiny movement snapping Sukuna's attention back to you. The wolfish grin on his face does nothing to placate your nerves.
"Your big brother's spoiled you, huh?" You were never meant to reply to Sukuna's question, but it's like he wanted to make sure you couldn't even try with the way he thrusts hard and fast into your mouth until you gag.
The head of your uncle's cock is pressed up against the back of your throat, making your eyes well up instantly. You're coughing around his length, lips sputtering as your body tries hopelessly to expel what's lodged in your throat. Of course all that does is make you constrict around Sukuna, eliciting another low groan from the man.
"Tightest fuckin' throat, I knew it." And with that he's got both hands on the sides of your head, gripping you like a vice as he starts rutting into your mouth. The thrusts start off shallow and fast, but he quickly gets tired of that. It's not getting enough of a reaction from you.
He's not deep enough.
He needs to be burying himself so far into your hot mouth that your nose is brushing against his pubes and his balls are slapping against your chin.
The tears that were resting in your waterline start to fall, forming pretty rivulets down your face that turn black as they drag your mascara with them. The spit in your mouth is starting to trickle out the corners, what doesn't escape just makes you cough harder each time you forget to breathe through your nose which is now running too. Within seconds your uncle has reduced you to little more than a sloppy toy for his pleasure.
Yuji's own breathing has become labored, his chest heaving and cock aching as he pumps it wildly. He loves his little sister, and he almost feels bad for finding this so hot, but you just look absolutely ruined. So pretty that you could be the star in one of his favorite pornos with the way you're crying and moaning while Sukuna fucks your face.
The best part is that through it all you just… let him.
Your hands are wrapped around his thighs, but you're not scratching or pushing, they're just there to ground yourself while you choke on his girth.
And the sounds. God, they're fucking obscene. Gagging and retching on Sukuna's cock, your lips slurping around him whenever you try to stop more drool from spilling out.
Sukuna's lost in it all too, his orgasm approaching rapidly. But right when you feel his dick starting to throb, pulsing against your tongue, he yanks you off of him.
"Fuck, almost came down that little throat. Feels so much better than the wife's," Sukuna grunts, addressing Yuji. You're hardly listening while gasping for air, taking whatever chance you get to try and wipe some of the mess off your face. "She takes it like a champ though, you got a nice slut for a sister huh?"
Yuji stutters, his hand slowing to stroke himself lazily, "y-yeah I do." It feels wrong to talk about you like that, especially with you kneeling there in front of them, but he's also so god damn horny.
"So start treating her like one," Sukuna snaps, giving your head a quick shove until you're falling into Yuji's legs. His free hand comes to stabilize you gently, and you look up at him with big pleading eyes. He knows that you're begging him silently—the only way you can with your throat bruised and sore—to not listen to your uncle.
"C'mon sis, I'll be fast. I promise," Yuji strokes your head softly and you let out a tiny whine. But of course you listen. You open your mouth for him, sticking your tongue out and sitting still just like you did for your uncle as your brother now slides his shaft down your throat. "Fuuuck, that feels good," Yuji groans loudly, earning him a glare from Sukuna.
"So damn loud. You want your aunt to hear us in here?"
Yuji's mouth shuts and he shakes his head quickly before letting it fall back with his eyes closed. He's trying to focus all his energy on his climax now, not wanting to waste any more time.
"Always thought you were more like me than your dad," Sukuna comments, earning a confused look from Yuji. "You're fucked up too. An asshole, even though you've got that nice guy act all figured out."
Sukuna's rough palm glides along his length, his fingers wrapped tight as he fists his cock. Yuji shakes his head again, "'m not fucked u-up. Not like you."
Sukuna barks out that deep laugh of his, seemingly forgetting already about your aunt that he was so concerned about just a minute ago. "You sure about that?"
"Mhmn, I'm—haah, fuck," Yuji's whining while he tries to protest in his defense.
"Then how come you're fuckin' your sisters face so hard she looks like she's about to pass out?"
Yuji's head whips forward like he's not sure what the hell Sukuna's talking about, but it's true. Your eyes are rolling back, face red and wet with snot, spit and tears. That's when he realizes that your nose is just as stuffed up as your throat from all the crying. You're tapping weakly against his thigh and moaning around him.
"Shit," Yuji curses under his breath. "I'm so close baby, m'sorry," his voice cracks as the pitch raises, and he sounds so needy it's hard not to feel bad for him. "Just a little longer, I swear. You can do that for me right?"
You really want to be able to. Yuji does so much for you and you want to reciprocate but you're worried that you may actually faint. Your hand is now slapping at Yuji's leg desperately but he ignores you. When you whine loudly in a panic he finally stops, but only because the vibrations feel so good he has to bury himself to the hilt inside your throat so he can feel them when he finishes.
"Cumming, 'm cumming—fuck!" He holds you there while the bitter taste of his cum floods your mouth. Black specks start to apppear in the corners of your vision as you anxiously try to swallow everything Yuji's giving you, your cloudy mind determined to not waste a drop.
"There you go. Swallow it all like a good girl." Sukuna's so close too. Enthralled by the vision of your throat bobbing desperately, your fucked-out face all red and puffy, and Yuji's long cock sliding out from between your glossy lips.
Sukuna knows he would be completely and utterly fucked if his wife came looking for him right now. Especially because he's not sure he'd stop even if she burst through the door screaming at him.
You, on the other hand, can't even spare an ounce of energy to think about the rest of your family in this moment because you can breathe again. Your eyes are blinking rapidly, trying to clear your blurry vision but before you know it you're being grabbed again.
"Come here," Sukuna rasps, "shit, I'm gonna—lemme cum in your mouth too, yeah?"
Hesitantly, you stick your tongue out for Sukuna, but he's never had the best aim. Your eyes squeeze shut just in time and you wince when you feel spurt after spurt of your uncles hot release landing all over your face. "Ah fuck, I'm sorry kid," he apologizes without a hint of remorse, "I tried."
Yuji is now certain that he really isn't as good of a person as he thought, since the feeling he's experiencing most in this moment is pure adoration. Not guilt, not sympathy as you start to sniffle, fresh tears forming in your eyes from the humiliation. No, all your brother can think about is how perfect you look as a complete mess for him and his uncle.
He squats beside you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and letting you slump into his chest. Petting your head gently, he gives you soft praises about how well you did for him and Sukuna, how good you made them feel. He presses a sweet kiss to your forehead and it's enough for you to nearly forget about everything they just put you through.
In fact, you almost forgot that Sukuna was even in the room until he's grumbling at you two while tucking himself back into his pants. "Clean up. I'm supposed to make sure you kids are ready when the food is, I don't need the wife bitchin' at me cause you aren't."
Oh yeah, family dinner. The reason you're all back at your parents house in the first place.
a/n this one got away from me!! so it turned out a bit longer and it was so fun to write :3 i hope you all enjoyed
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Father’s Day with Older!Price was just so chill in my mind.
cw: 18+ mdni, heavy fauxcest.
Tiptoeing around the house to make him coffee and pancakes with some fruit for his breakfast in bed. The baby crawling all over him as he fakes his morning yawn awake. The man isn’t too much of a heavy sleeper, knows when you’re trying to suprise him. You’ll bring out the card you’ve made with the baby, his handprint covering the paper in different colors, a botched ‘best dad ever’ the baby definitely scribbled lines through.
Then its chill a very chills day for the rest of the day, very lazy, the baby must be growing because they sleep so much but your thankful, you get to curl up close into John’s beefy arm, legs over his lap while he drinks his beer. Leaving small kisses on your knuckles, your knees, your temple, hand going up and down your spine as the tv runs some of his favorite movies you’ve been playing on the dvd but it’s an afterthought to him. And it’s not sexual, just, you and your pa, your man, the father of your baby- your everything.
It’s just before dinner you bring out the gifts you got him, a set of new binoculars for bird watching, a book you’d noticed him eyeing in the bookstore, managed to get the signed copy on eBay for your allowance you’d been saving up, the kicker? A small heartfelt letter. It’s not too much, less than a page long, you’ve never been the best with words. but you tried your best to express how much you love Price. How much you understand him and he, you, more than anyone on this planet. How you do anything to make all his past mistakes and pain go away, and if you can’t you’d still hold his hand through it. Because it’s really scary being alone, that since you’re together now, he has nothing else to worry about. You’ll find a way to protect him too.
Price doesn’t cry. Atleast you’ve never heard it, but you finally catch his look while trying to find those blue eyes you hold so dearly to your heart. And they’re shimmering, tears threatening to fall but they don’t. He cups your face, a ragged and airy chuckle leaving him. So rare, your stomach is doing flips.
“Ta love, really.”
John holds you tight, closer than you could imagine. Mumbles of “my girl” “my one ‘nd only buttercup” “How could God ‘f given a bastard like me a perfect girl like you, hm?”
You don’t even get to make it to dinner, only lifting his shirt you had on all day, groaning when he sees just your fat pussy lips glisting there for him, ready for the taking. And he ravishes you right mom the couch. Over and over, it’s so warm, clutching onto his hairy back as he ruts his fat cock into your cunt. You’re moaning and mewling out those sweet ‘Dad’ and ‘Pa’ gasping at the feel of his throbbing cock pressing against your spongy g-spot.
His head pops up from your hardened nipple, lapping between the valley of your chest, and whispering in your ear as the coach creaks with every thrust, “Not goin anywhere buettercup,” he lets out a low groan, rocking his hips slightly faster inside you. “Was made just f’you. Dad’s just for you.”
a/n: Heaven if a place on earth with you, tell me all the thing you wanna do…. They say the world was built for two, only with living if somebody is love you. Well baby you do.
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HEY - this is part two of a previous story that you can read here -> PART 1
We are almost at the good part! I'm also like starting to get used to writing so yippee!
THE bell rings as Jason squeezes his way into the comfortable atmosphere of the bookshop where you work. It's been one month since he first laid eyes on you. He’s been in the shop multiple times, always sharing a few words with you. But he’s been itching to make a move. Like.. really bad.
(Flashback : Two weeks ago, Dick Grayson and Barbara Gordon's apartment.)
“Babs, please, you have to help me.. She’s so great and beautiful and.. And.. Nice.”
Barbara looks at him sideways. “I can’t even lie, this is grossing me out. Aren’t you 24 years old?”
“I DIED Barbara.” he drags his hands down his face “And now I feel like a hormonal 15 year old boy. But.. I dont wanna come off that way to her.. Oh my god.. What if she thinks im fucking weird?”
“Calm down, Romeo. We’ll figure something out. So you say you talk every time you go in, right? So.. does she interact first?”
Jason nods pretty quickly “Yeah.. yeah, when I walk in she perks up a little and goes “Hey Jason!” (in his impression of you)
Barbara shrugs “So.. then.. She obviously likes you. What’s so scary?”
“Barbara, she's actually cool! I look fucking cool but I don’t know if i’m cool cool like that.”
Dick huffs from his place on the couch “Say cool one more time. Listen, little wing, just go in there, ask about her favorite coffee shop or restaurant, and then offer to take her there. Boom. A date is made.”
Jason whips his head around towards his brother “But you can actually do that, you're like.. Wait nevermind your ego doesn’t need this.” Dick laughs.
“Jason..” Barbara sighs “He has a point. She obviously cares and likes you enough to greet you loud and proud when you walk in. Just ask. The worst she can say is no, which I doubt she will. Okay?”
“Yeah.. okay.”
(Forward : Now, the book shop.)
You look up as he walks in, although you don't have your usual pep. You kinda look like there's a storm cloud above your head.
"Hey Jason"
Jason frowns. That's not the tone he's used to. "Hey Y/N, is everything okay? You seem a little down."
"Oh, y'know. Just feeling icky."
"Bad day?" He leans on the counter.
"Yeah, pretty much. What's up with you?"
"Well," he laughs a little "this will either make or break your day but, I came in to ask you on a date... if that's okay?"
He holds up flowers he picked (per Barbaras instructions)
Your eyes widen and your head perks up.
"You're asking me on a date with hand-picked flowers?" You gently take the wildflowers from his hands.
"Uh, yeah. I want to take you out."
You gasp "Yes! Okay sounds great. - These are so cute! - Want to go after I get off work?" you spit out all at once.
Jason smiles at your reaction "Yeah, that sounds good. Four o'clock, right?"
You nod happily. "Omg I'm so excited!" You awkwardly wrap your arms around him from across the check-out counter. "I was wondering when you'd ask!"
He pulls back slightly "You've... been waiting?"
"Duh! You're a handsome man that talks to me all sweet every week!"
He blushes slightly "Oh... well. There you go, right?"
"Y/N! SHIPMENT!"
Your head whips back at the sound and the cloud floats right back over your head.
"Gotta go. I'll see you at four, okay?"
"Okay."
But before Jason can pull all the way back, you place a kiss on his cheek before giddily scurrying away.
being longtime friends with someone like BRUCE WAYNE grants you special privileges. he doesn’t shy away from your physical contact, he doesn’t subtly squint his eyes at you when you come to touch his arm or drag him away from his conversation. when you holler loftily after him, “brucie-e-e!” he sighs into a polite smile, and loyally awaits your inevitable and eager embrace. alfred playfully ribs him about it, but bruce is quick to dismiss it with a common remark, “she’s just flirting, alfred. no harm done.”
for bruce, friendship with you has always meant blurred lines, but neither of you have really crossed them. sharing a bed after a night of partying just means he looks away when you peel yourself from his expensive sheets wearing a short and thin nightie. you take a shower in his master bathroom because you like it more than the guest - it’s bigger, with more products that “smell like him.” you reason. the two of you have skinny-dipped together, the night air filled with your thrilled squeals when you dared to press your bare body against him and he took it upon himself to dunk you under the water just so you clutch onto him tighter. the circles around bruce, the privileged elites his age, cock their brows and gossip - noting your closeness, even joke that you’d cluelessly share the same fork with the wayne heir if the opportunity presented itself. some speculate you’re obviously after him for his money. bruce is, again, quick to insist, “we’re just good friends - old friends.” because he’s never actually felt the inside of you. adults can have friendships that transcend the need for physicality, he justifies—that is, until you need him.
“brucie…” you croon, and he looks down at you with knitted brows, already delving into the pools of deep sympathy in his chest, the ones that don’t allow him to say no to you, or reassert boundaries with you. you always have a place in his home, and your ankles always have a place on his shoulders. getting you on your back is so easy he had no idea why it took you this long to ask him. all those longing looks, sharing a bed, touching him so casually, you’ve had a little thing for him. now your nails paint pink angel wings on his back while your head sinks into the soft down of his pillows. it’s no secret he’s hung, but now you get to actually enjoy it, the head of him seats firmly inside of you as it pushes out those little sounds, strained and nasally from up in your nose, spurting out of your pouted lips as you clutch onto him like he’s going to disappear.
“relax a little… can you?” that gravelly voice pets the inside of your ear, and while your eyes flutter closed you nod your head. a massive and warm palm spans your pelvis as it comes to press comfortingly against your stomach. “right here.” you nod again, and will the muscles in your legs to slack, resting all their weight on his shoulders. with less stiff in your hips, the unconscious grip in your guts lessens, and when he pulls out you can feel the tangible difference travel up your spine in a powerful shudder.
“oh, my god…” you exclaim in a deep exhale, when he sinks back in, the heel of his hand faithfully applies pressure, the tip of him meeting the roof of you that much quicker. you gasp, biting hard into your lower lip to quiet yourself.
“that’s it…there we go.” he commends in a low voice, and you can hear his smile, his pride. “feels better, doesn’t it?” you resist the urge to roll your eyes.
“oh, you’re always so smug, bruce.” you note, but the winded nature of your tone doesn’t aid your sense of superiority. the corners of your mouth mirror his, and when you’re able to peel your eyes open, you find yourself locking in his gaze. it’s intimate to fuck as friends and commit to eye contact, but somehow it feels… natural with him - easy.
he shrugs, flashing a downturn of his lips. “just trying to help.”
“want to help?” your readjust, raising your neck to bump your forehead to his, picking up his sweaty hair there, peering up into his eyes. “make me cum.”
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