Can I Make It Up To You?
Pairing: Bruce Wayne x thick!woc
Tags: Oral fixation, fingering, words of endearment, slight aftercare, fem!reader receiving, bickering
Word Count: 1.5k
"I can't believe you and Bruce are actually together," commented a short brunette. "How long have you two been dating?"
"Oh we're actually engaged," you replied with a tight smile. "Next month marks our 1 year anniversary of being together."
The brunette looked disgruntled, giving her friend a quick glance before turning her attention back onto you.
"Really? Well that's simply lovely, isn't it Charlotte?" she asked looking at her friend.
"Well of course it is Stacey. However, I do wonder how he could have possibly asked you to marry him after knowing you for such a short period of time? Did you woe him with your talents in bed? Oh do tell!"
You had been entertaining the two girls for over ten minutes now, and had grown tired of being complacent with their snide comments and remarks.
Feigning a puzzled looked, you asked, "And what would you mean by that? The only talent of mine that seemed to have wowed him is my company," you answered, flashing them your brightest smile.
Looking irritated, Stacey retorted, "Well Bruce just loved my company as well. I remember all the marvelous dates he took me on when we were together. We loved frequenting the little restaurant just a few ways away from here." Smiling, she tilted her head the side slightly before continuing, "It seems as though he takes you there too often though, seeing as how you're filling out your dress. Oh, not to worry though, I'm sure you have more than enough time to shed it before the wedding," finished Stacey, looking triumph at her dig.
Sighing, you quickly did a once over of Stacey. She was rather short, around 5'3'', a brunette with eyes the color of sea moss, and a smile that had dazzled all those that faced it. She was slim, with her lilac dress hugging her frame. In short, she was just like all of Bruce's old exes.
You on the other hand couldn't help but be a stark contrast. You towered over her at 5'8''. You'd decided to put your curls into an elegant updo, so that more focus could be paid onto your dress, and full beat of glam. Your butter yellow dress accentuated your waist, as it allowed your skin to glow under the light of the chandeliers overhead.
You truly did look stunning, and not only did you know it, but so did Bruce, as he happened to have been taking quick glances at you the whole night as you both mingled around the ball room.
However, the two women in front of you obviously didn't share Bruce's sentiments, as they looked at you with hints of disgust in their features.
Allowing your smile to brighten back up, you replied, "I appreciate your concern, however don't fret so, as I'm quite confident in my curves. How could I not when people spend thousands to achieve what I'm already so blessed with?"
As you made a move to excuse yourself from the conversation, Stacey "accidentally" knocked into you, drenching the front of your dress with her red wine.
Murmurs erupted around you as she started fretting over your dress. "I am so sorry! I seemed to have lost my footing!" She said, feigning concern.
Now livid, you glared at her as you heatedly asked, "How could you have possibly lost your footing on wood titles? Even a person on crutches has more balance than you!"
"Honey," Bruce interrupted intercepting you from behind, "Let's not make a scene in front of everyone. Let's get out of here, I already have the car parked outside."
Before Bruce could whisk you away though, you happened to bump into Charlotte, which caused you to pour your glass of wine down her dress, causing the people around you to gasp.
Quickly grabbing you, Bruce dragged you away from the commotion, mumbling half-assed apologies, as you guys left the ballroom.
Somehow even more furious, you turned your head to face him, scowling at him and halting in your footsteps.
"You were supposed to have my back! Instead you looked as though you were backing her the entire time! Do you know how it feels to have a bitch talking down on you for 10 fucking minutes!?" You yelled, dropping your poised demeanor. "Every time you'd glance at me and we'd make eye contact, I'd plead with you to come help and instead, you'd simply go back to letting all those stupid men ride your dick!"
Frustrated, you started marching towards the exit, before Bruce pulled you back, bringing you flush against him.
"Sweetheart, what did you want me to do, hmm?" He asked softly as he brushed a loose curl out of your face. "Did you want me to make a scene? Make a show of me defending your honor?"
"You know why I couldn't do that, as that would have just let whats-her-name win. Tell me, did you want her to win love? You got the last laugh didn't you?" He asked with a smirk in his voice.
Huffing, you released your self from his hold before saying, "That doesn't mean I don't have the right to be upset. You should have heard all the lies she was spewing, talkin' 'bout how you used to take her out on dates all the time, but I know that's a lie because you're quite literally a workaholic."
As the two of you exited the building, Bruce helped you settle into the limo, before you proceeded to sit as across from him, intentionally not giving him your attention.
Bruce sighed, leaning forward, elbows on his knees, as his eyes met yours.
"Darlingβ¦ I understand why you're upset with me. I should have been more outspoken and defended you, rather than trying to appear neutral. I came off as if I was scolding you, which isn't what you needed at a time in which you were facing a lot of scrutiny," clutching your hands he continued, "I'm sorry for letting you down my love, I promise to do betterβ¦be better for you and for us," he finished , pressing kisses along your knuckles.
Shaking your head, you let go off his hands, crossing your arms and looking down with a slight pout, wanting to simmer in your annoyance for a little longer.
Picking up on this, Bruce sank to his knees in front of you, drawing your attention from the floor onto him.
"Can I make it up to you my love?" He asked, as he peered up at you with his hands on your ankles.
Arousal flowed through your body as you looked down at his glassy eyes and took in his needy expression, as well as the way he's graze roomed over you, not sure what part of your body to fixate on.
Slowly lifting up your dress, Bruce peppered kisses along your thigh, sucking, biting and squeezing, leaving you flustered.
"You're always such a tease," you said with a breathy moan, hands flying to tug on his hair, causing him to groan.
He continued kissing his way towards where you needed him most, your dress now bunch up around your waist as he layed kisses onto your clit, grunting when he felt how you'd soaked through your panties.
"All this for me sweetheart?" he asked, tugging your panties to the side before he dragged his tongue along your pussy. "Fuck baby, you taste as sweet as always."
Your hands tightened in his hair as your legs quivered. Arching your back, you began thrusting your hips, trying to fuck yourself on his mouth.
Grinning, Bruce spread your legs wider before sliding two fingers into your cunt, slowly thrusting in.
"Please, please, please," you whined, trying to fuck his fingers deeper into you.
Sucking your clit, Bruce thrust his fingers fully into your cunt, fucking you slowly as he picked up momentum. Peering up at you with a dazed expression, he smirked as he frantically started fucking your pussy, causing you to come all over his fingers as your pussy kept on spasming.
Your back arched as you cried, tears pricking your eyes. "Oh fuck, Bruceβ¦"
He kept going, fucking you threw your orgasm, "Come on love, you've gotta give me one more."
Lapping at your clit and sliding a third finger into your cunt, he spread your legs wider as you squirted your come all of his face, sobbing as you desperately tried to get away from his clutches.
Easing off, Bruce licked his way through your folds, taking care to clean up as much of your come as he could. Slowly, he withdrew his fingers from your cunt, before he sucked them into his mouth, groaning at your sweetness.
Completely spent, you gotten help but smile as you stared down at home, slowly calming down as you regained control of your breathing.
"I'm still mad at you," you said playfully, allowing him to clean you up with the towels left at the complimentary station.
Pulling you into his lap, he nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck, smiling languidly as he asked, "Who said I was done making it up to you?"
