part one, part two, part three, part four
You told Bruce you never wanted to get married. Not with him, not with anyone, ever. It just wasn’t your thing. You didn’t want to bind yourself to any man no matter how much you loved said man.
Men have shown just how disgusting their nature was to you for years, and you know that no matter how long you’ve known one, they just can’t ever be fully trusted.
So you told him about the marriage thing, not really elaborating on the reason why, just staying vague because how do you tell your partner that you won’t get married to him due to previous “experiences” with many married men who dared to wear their wedding rings with you.
You know that at least Bruce is rich enough to not make you do free labour for him but still, it’s for the principle, you just don’t want to get married. Period.
It’s very confusing to you how Bruce forgets that. Sometimes he’ll be talking about ring shopping and white dresses like the decision has already been made when you’ve specifically said no. It breaks your heart every time, you feel betrayed, lonely even, it is as if he never took you seriously.
One morning at the manor, before the sun was even up, while he was rambling about some people talking about ‘his wife’ in the media, you felt like you’ve had enough. You snapped, the tension and unspoken truths just too heavy to ignore anymore.
‘Bruce, we’re never getting married’ you say in a too aggressive tone, to which his brows furrow. He takes a sip from his coffee and tries to soothe you, to make you calm down but you just can’t
‘My love, we can’t just stay in this unlabeled state forever…’ he then replies in his paternalist tone that you hate (and love sometimes). He’s acting like you’re just an addition to his lifestyle and not another entire human being that had a life before him and that can have a life after him. You hate it when he acts like your savior.
You guys argue back and forth for a while, making the whole house tremble. You feel like the man isn’t putting himself in your place; he is just trying to change your whole being, to make you fit in with the ladies when not too long ago you were another hoe on the streets.
You’ll never be one of those rich women who have been raised with these codes, putting value in marriages and opinions. You’re a survivor of this fucked up society, one who wasn’t meant to be here but still, here you are.
Bruce ends the conversation, not bearing to fight with the love of his life before the day even started, not wanting to see that there is an issue between you. He does what he usually does, puts on his suit and leaves for work, abandoning you in this suddenly cold place that you don’t feel like you’re a part of anymore.
It’s frustrating, you want to leave. Everything that you guys have built together now seems ephemeral and your previous worries are beginning to come true. You’re losing everything once again.
You waited all day for Bruce to come back, rambling and marinating in your (justified) anger. You just wanted to smash his head through the wall, steal all the cash in the manor and escape.
You loved him but right now, your mind was so polluted with negative thoughts that your morals just disappeared for a moment.
You wrote in your journal, writing like you weren’t talking about the one who loved and took care of you while he was at work, worrying all day that you stopped loving him, that you would really leave and forget about him when you were the best thing in his life.
Bruce sent multiple texts throughout the day. Gentle ‘i miss you’ or ‘i’m so sorry baby’ texts accompanied by multiple heart emojis while you wouldn’t even bother to look at your phone when it buzzed. He definitely realized he made a mistake and he wanted to make you forgive him but nothing really was good enough for you.
Hours later, the night still young, Bruce entered the sitting room where you had been for a while already, watching an old show on the cubic tv. He had a bouquet of tropical flowers in his hand that he bought on his way home, not over-the-top, just enough for you to feel special, which he gave right away to you with a shameful ‘i’m sorry’ leaving his lips.
You were a little less mad, getting up from the in-floor couch to be at eye level with him while your hands gently grabbed the bouquet.
‘i didn’t want for you to feel pressured, i just…i thought it was better to make things official between us’ he says, his eyes not leaving yours even a second, watching your tired expression.
You reply with still a bit of bite in your tone, saying how you don’t need papers to show love to someone, and how hurt you were from him trying to force it upon you. It’s the beginning of something, a real conversation about your future that doesn’t involve light hearted words and wandering hands.
Your honest words make his armor break down. You guys sit and talk for what seems like hours. You open up to him for the first time and he does as well. It is new to the both of you, the concept of communicating with the ones you love to try to not lose them over stupid stuff. It’s new, it’s hard and even feels a little shameful, but you’re happy to do it with him.
You both realize that you have in fact a lot more in common, being outcasts in the family that you’ve had and created, mourning loved ones, hiding under defense, hurting others to protect yourselves…And it now all makes sense to you. The thing behind your partner was just a bunch of fragile flesh, he was like a cut that never had the time to heal properly.
After the nth apology, Bruce takes refuge in your arms, pushing you down on your back and resting his whole weight on your body. He doesn’t know if he’s going to cry or not, but it doesn’t matter because you’re here with him. You also wrap around him for comfort, the heat between the two of you feeling like a cocoon impossible to shatter.
You hug for a minute, trying to be as close together as you can, feeling like you’re both alone in this world. He lifts his large frame over your body, kissing your shoulder gently before holding himself up above you. He cried a bit, you notice, but he looks so calm now.
Your fingers make their way behind his neck to drag him closer to you once again so that your lips can connect. The kiss is slow but very heated, it’s full of passion. You both are exposed in this moment, the shells that you have built around your respective selves crumbled completely, leaving room only for real feelings and sincerity.
You roll over him, not breaking the kiss yet and gently sneak your hand between the both of you to unbutton his pants. Your lips part from each other, looking slightly swollen and shining from the saliva. The look he’s giving you is so tender, he can only see you right now and doesn’t want it to be any other way.
After getting undressed, Bruce guides you back on his lap, his length poking out from under your hips, leaking everywhere on his tummy just waiting to be buried inside of you. You didn’t want him inside yet, not ready for the moment to end so soon, so you grind your hips gently against him, slowly watching his pink tip disappear under your heat while your fluids melted together forming wet squelching sounds.
His blue eyes never left yours while you dragged your folds over his manhood. They’re desperate, revealing a man completely bending to meet your expectations in the best way possible.
He came quicker than expected, seemingly really enjoying being under you for the first time, sticky semen now making everything much messier.
At that point Bruce was driven by overstimulation, shaking at any motion of yours or his while his hand desperately clung to the couch, and when you finally sank down on his girthy member, he almost lost it. He reached for you, hoping to manage to grab anything for support while he felt like his body was giving up on him and the facade he built.
You could feel his burning fingers grabbing onto your skin like a life line while he couldn’t hold himself back from thrusting up into you. The feeling is much too intense for you to hold your body up, forcing you to lay onto him, allowing the man’s tongue to reach your sensitive parts.
He wrapped his arm behind your neck, holding you closer than ever while his tongue lapped at your ticklish neck, keeping your attention away from his dick stretching you out so rapidly. Bruce’s other hand grabbed on your ass, gripping on your cheek just enough for your little anus to be exposed which he loved to tease gently with the tip of his index, never getting actually inside.
The mixture of his kisses, caresses and thrusts was your breaking point. You began to feel the familiar knot tighten into your stomach oh so slowly but very dangerously and when it snapped, your whole body shook, showing the waves of your orgasm washing over you until you calmed down.
The whole time, Bruce kept his length buried at your deepest point, waiting for your hearts to slow down again after this intense session. He took his arms and hands off of you, using them to cup your face instead to admire your beautiful face, his mind imagining you here, near him forever, no matter the label that you decide to call it.
‘love me’ he says while his thumb strokes your cheek.
You settle next to him, lying on your side, wondering how you managed to get someone like him.
‘even if you don’t want to get married, even if you won’t raise children with me…at least, do this for me.’ He murmurs, not losing the vulnerability from earlier even after your frenzied love making.
You nod silently, scooting a bit closer to settle in his arms, your sweaty bodies sticking together in a way that feels like you both are only one being right now.
He kisses your forehead and closes his eyes, not waiting for any answer or promise because right now, he had everything he needed in his embrace.
i still don't know how to end these...
