Silent Treatment - Battinson x Reader Oneshot
Warnings:Â Pre-established relationship; Gender Neutral Y/N; ANGST; fluff; allusion to oral but not at all a smut; barley sexual content
Word Count: 1.4 k
Summary : On a Sunday night in Y/N and Bruce watching tv, Y/N is curling up with their cat and clearly not paying much attention which makes him more jealous than heâd like to admit. Y/N tired to tease Bruce into forgiving their lack of attention, but the tables turn quickly as they learn what a lack of attention can feel like through Bruceâs silent treatment.
My Battinson Masterlist
You partially laid on your end of the couch with your cat curled up on your chest. You smiled down at her, practically petting her to death. Pet owners would know that feeling when youâre looking at your pet who is so cute you have the urge to squeeze them, but know the animalâs limitations you revert to petting them all about. It was a Sunday night in your apartment and you and Bruce were watching tv... but in a way... that wasnât really what was going on. After all, you were watching your cat purr on your chest and Bruce was watching you watch your cat purr on your chest.Â
Bruce was fresh out of the shower slumped on the coach with a manspread going on about his legs after a short night of his escapades. Sundays were often like this, just the two of you together in your apartment.
Content with the warm snuggles from your cat, you flashed your eyes over to Bruce who you realized was looking at you, and whether he knew it or not, he had this certain look on his face while looking at you and that damn cat, almost like he was jealous at the attention you were giving it.
âYou wish this was you huh?â you stated aloud, motioning to the cat. His eyes snapped up from the furry animal to you.
âWhat?â he asked, a smirk hinting at his lip.
You almost burst out laughing. Smiling harder at him before you continue.
âYou look a little jealous there Bruce...â you laugh. Bruce only rolls his eyes.
âIâm not jealous of an animal Y/Nâ he mumbled, that light smirk on his lips recoiling as his eyes reverted back to the tv, crossing his arms.
Maybe he wasnât jealous, but he sure looked good with that sourpuss look on his face.
You lifted the cat off from your chest and onto the ground. Bruce observed this out of the corner of his eyes as you then proceeded to turn to him.
âWas I neglecting you just now baby? Are you mad at me?â you asked in that voice of yours, leaning into him as if to tease him. He avoided your gaze, focusing his eyesight on the tv.
âNoâ he deadpanned, continuing to stare forward.
You couldnât help but smirk. You reached out your hand to his chin to turn his head to meet your gaze. He complied easily at your touch, meeting your eyes. Staring at them you could see he was slightly upset.
âAww, Bruce, you are mad at me!â you exclaimed playfully, causing him to turn his head back forward, this time not denying it.
âWhat can I do to make it up to you, huh?â you comfort, leaning in closer.Â
He continues with his silent treatment which only pushed you to provoke a response out of him even more.
You sighed, swinging your leg over the other side of his torso to straddle him now. He flashed his eyes up to you and then back to the tv, playing with the remote as if he was more interested in what was on.
âTell me what I can do to make it better babyâ you beg, leaning forward to his lips but pausing just before to see if he would meet you halfway.Â
Bruce tries his hardest to remain as still as possible under your stare to give the impression that he was unaffected by your advances, but it was his puppy eyes flashing from the tv to you that let you know he wanted more.
Your stomach tensed from butterflies at this look in his eyes. It was similar to that feeling of when you wanted to squeeze a cute animal but you couldnât for fears of hurting it. But this was Bruce, and your tight embraces for looking as he did wouldnât hurt him.
You proceeded to meet his lips, encouraged in that his lips were quick to responded. You love how he melted under your touch, his soft spot letting you get away with almost anything. You loved how he was so shy when you were the one in control.
You broke the kiss just dying to see how badly he wanted more from you, leaning back slightly to admire your work you couldnât help but feel so full of yourself. Bruce tried to lean up for another kiss, so desperate for more. You had the protector of Gotham pinned under you, leaning up for another token of affection from you. You couldnât help but snicker at the sight, causing him to quickly realize his mistake in giving into his wants. Almost embarrassed, he recovered to that passive look on his face, gritting his teeth as his attention turned back to the tv.
âOh come on Bruce iâm just laughing at how cute you areâ you whined with that smirk still on your face. Nevertheless, Bruce didnât dare look back at you again in spite.Â
âOkay... I see how it isâ you chide before leaning down into the crook of his neck to plant a kiss. You felt under your lips how he swallowed to push down the feelings said kisses were leaving him with. This only encouraged you more as you barely scraped your teeth against his neck. You noticed how his shoulders raised ever so slightly as if he was about to shudder. You watched as his face remained so Bruce Wayne style sourpuss, but his body was fidgeting ever so slightly at all you were doing for it. So drunk off his reaction, you really were leaving hickies now, saliva all along his neck creating goosebumps.
The cologne he sprayed after his shower, the one he knew you especially loved, only made you want him more. And still, Bruce was fighting to give you any reaction. The silent treatment continued.
You rolled your eyes as you looked up at his face, deciding to take this to the next level to really make thing difficult for him. You had a light smile about your face before your hand slid slowly down his chest and over his torso and back up again, your head laying on his shoulder, looking down at the sight.
Taking things up another notched, you slipped your hand under his shirt, feeling up to his toned chest and then down to his abs.
You sank off the couch, swiping your tongue across his torso which you exposed by lifting up his shirt. Although he still refused to meet your eye contact, it was clear amongst that sourpuss face of his that this was having an effect just feeling it.
Partially frustrated that he wasnât giving in, you prepared the cherry on top to this performance as your hand found its way to his crotch. With on quick palm of it, you moved his leg to include you in between them, on your knees of the floor.
Interestingly he didnât try to fight that off.
Looking up at him now, he was still staring at the tv
but not for long.
Your fingers slipped under the waistline of his sweatpants and tugged them to give away his black briefs. Although he was fighting for his face to remain unchanged, it was clear from the bulge of his briefs that it was getting to him in the intended way.
You gave him another palm through his briefs, having fun there for a moment before you were ready to proceed.
Looking up at him as you tugged the briefs down now, Bruce clicked the button of the remote to change the channel.
Your eyes furrowed as your mouth lingered so close to his length, and here he was changing the channel on the tv.
You scoffed in annoyance, rising from your position on the floor to leave, having enough of his dismissive antics.
You didnât even make it another step before Bruce grabbed your wrist and pulled you back onto the couch, falling onto him.
âSee how it feels?â he fully smirked this time, cocky at your frustration with him.
 You narrowed your eyes at him before he pulled you onto his lips again harshly, slipping his tongue in.
He was trying to show you how it felt to not be the object of his attention clearly... and god was it educational.
You dont deny a moan to escaped from your mouth, satisfied at Bruceâs control. Eagerly, you decided to straddle his exposed torso, one hand running up it greedily just to feel the toned curves.
You manipulated the position of his head to reciprocate his kiss, your hands raking through his wet hair to push his lips harsher onto yours. His hand laid naturally on your waist, squeezing it tight almost as if to praise you. The hand switched from feeling his body to curling under and over his shoulder to pull him tighter against your body, moans of satisfaction both being let out at the exchange of tongues.Â
