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Gotham isn't a quiet city, it's not the cute picturesque postcard from upstate where the leaves change with the season, a winding two lane going up and over hills. It's not the pretty beach summer where you can lay out with a good book or dip your toes into the ocean. And it's certainly not the calm of whale watching or strolling through the park on a fresh spring afternoon.
Gotham is loud, it's dirty and rude. The streets are mean and the people who walk them even more so. Though where there is evil there is also good grandiose people, hard working and playing even harder. Kids are made to be a little rough around the edges, hard shelled with good reason but soft and gooey, careful and sweet on the inside.
Much like yourself. Growing up in the Arkham borough would do that. You were made from the street, suspended from school, shouting matches with your mother once puberty hit you like a freight train, had gotten into a handful of fights, most that weren't even necessary at a house party that had most of the underage (including yourself) having one too many. You hadn't learned to pace yourself and some busted knuckles and a sore rib or two changed all that.
You mainly worked in hospitality when you grew up and out of the party scene. You were a waitress, hotel maintenance, bartender, even had a stint as an amusement park tour guide and a few moonlighting bottle service jobs at clubs you wouldn't dare mention to your mother. A friend of a friend of a cousin had mentioned something about a fancy new maid service in the city with high ranking clientele which meant movers and shakers and most of all; more money.
Like most in Gotham, you could use some of that wealth.
Which is how you found yourself picking up after Bruce Wayne.
He was quiet during the interview, pulling his caretaker/butler, though he didn't really need one any more you thought, Alfred Pennyworth, by the shirt sleeve, talking lowly as the older gentleman nodded. A little nervous but excited all the same that you were hired on the spot.
You lucked out with this job and that Bruce Wayne was providing room and board, you couldn't have packed up your one bedroom apartment fast enough.
He of course had the space, it was Wayne Tower after all. When you first got there you'd gotten lost twice in one week! Luckily you had your cell and Alfred's number at the ready otherwise you could've been lost forever in that place. Alfred had chuckled and suggested maybe you should start carrying breadcrumbs.
"Jelly beans." You'd countered, the older man gave you a quizzical glance to which you smiled confidently. "Jelly beans would be easier to see, plus I can eat them on my way out!"
He really laughed then and had taken it upon himself, two years ago now, to refer to you as Jelly bean and Jelly bean only. Bruce just shook his head and let it go, taking himself down to the basement where you knew for damn sure you'd be a goner in the depths below.
A faint but all too familiar police siren rang through the city, the second in just as many hours tonight. This Riddler character was taunting and toying with the Batman, leaving him precision made cards scrawled in awful handwriting.
Bruce had told you about his late night vigilante persona early on. He kinda’ had to. There was no real excuse to him having those gashes to his back, limping terribly and bleeding all over the house, still in his suit. When you helped into the foyer he collapsed in your arms, damn near crushing you under his hefty weight. You had removed his cowl, recognized those blue eyes that were covered in black grease paint.
Other than the wailing siren, a gentle rumble of thunder sounded over Gotham City. It always seemed to be in a mood all her own, maybe she was angry at what had we, the people, had let the city come to. What mistakes we had made, what wrongs desperately need to be made right. Mainly we needed guidance, the streets didn't belong to the trustworthy people of yore anymore.
You kicked the laundry room door open with the sole of your foot, Bruce had made it clear day one of you moving in with him and Alfred, to make yourself as much as at home as you wanted. Which meant bare feet. You liked the contrast, the old wooden floors felt almost slippery against the balls of your feet versus the hard indoor/outdoor carpet on one of the upper level terraces. The kitchen tiles felt different than any of the bathrooms.
You moved your head along with the music coming from your headphones, one of Bruce's laundry baskets in your hands as you made your way through what used to be the servants back quarters, up the winding staircase and onto the main penthouse floor. You brought the basket into his bedroom, setting it down at the foot of the trunk that stood watch at the end of his bed.
You took out your headphones, the sound of rifling papers and a gentle hum met your ears. Bruce was out, these days he was more out than in. The Riddler had mostly to do with that, and meeting that mysterious Selina Kyle Bruce had mentioned a few days ago in passing.
You walked under the gothic crown molding that littered the entire wing of the Tower, your hands touching the smooth wood that could use a good polishing and you made a mental note to add it to your list of duties.
More humming and the slip of a letter opener stopped you in the long hall.
"Alfred?"
" 'm in here, Jelly bean!" He called out, and you smiled with your hands behind your back, bouncing into the spacious room. A pile of junk mail and papers sat piled on a large round table at the center of the room. Alfred was hunched over one side of it, he was in his casual clothes, just the button down without his cardigan or pull over sweater. He pushed up his glasses with his thumb while he scanned an interesting piece of mail by the look of it, his eyebrows nearing his hairline.
"Whatcha' doin'?" You asked, he looked at you from under his glasses with a slight smile.
"Just going through some of Master Wayne's post. Something he ought to be doing." He scoffed and you smiled, knowing damn well Bruce wouldn't be caught dead opening letters.
"Anything interesting?"
"Wouldn't you like to know?" Alfred joked and straightened his back, holding up the neatly three-folded piece of paper and cleared his throat. "Listen to this..."
You choked on your spit, not only from listening to Alfred's mock American accent with a dainty lilt to it, flamboyantly tossing his hand around as he read a rather implied letter addressed to your employer. Bruce wasn't a ladies man, staying out all night with a harem of women at his beck and call, he'd had a few dates since you'd been in the Tower but nothing long term. He seemed more like a relationship sort of man to you anyway but this was rather straightforward as if he'd let on some past lover, left her high and dry and wanting.
"A bit racy wouldn't you say, bean?"
"I'll say. I didn't know Bruce had it in him." You laughed.
"He's a real lady killer you know? all o' that and the poor woman doesn't even know about the suit!" You two laughed at the suggestive letter.
You grew to lean on it, the timbre of his voice would sometimes carry all the way down the hall. Some tune he remembered or maybe one he'd just made up, you never asked. You were closer to the older gentleman than Bruce, though you knew how your employer liked his coffee, how to turn down his bedding the way he liked even if he only full on face planted into the mattress anyway.
"Are you thirsty? I was gonna' make some tea."
Alfred scoffed and picked up another piece of mail, flipping it over in his hands. "Not that American stuff you tried to poison me with last time, right?"
You feigned hurt. "I didn't try to poison you! it was just too sweet."
"Could've given me a heart attack!"
"Oh please, don't be so dramatic. I won't add too much sugar this time."
"Uh huh. We shall see about that, you're already sweet as can be Jelly bean, I don't need to be taken out by whole cup o' sugar to two sips of tea." He chided and slid the letter opener into the envelope, it wasn't anything of importance and floated down to the pile of junk by Alfred's feet.
You rolled your eyes, flicking him off playfully as you left the room.
You regretted that instantly.
Just three steps into Bruce Wayne's room to put away the laundry you'd just brought up sent you flying into the trunk, knees cracked against the sharp tailored edges as you flew into the basket, the plastic digging into your sternum.
It was like a bomb had gone off. To your utter surprise and shock, that's exactly what had happened. You groaned and fell to the floor with a thud, you were just knocked off your feet, stunned and shaken but then terror filled your heart.
Alfred.
Oh no oh no oh no...
You pushed yourself up to your feet, an awful ringing in your ears as you fumbled your way out of Bruce's room, the entire hall was engulfed in smoke and a terrible smell emanated around. The cloud of ashen smoke had you choking, tears stinging your eyes as you called out for the butler, waving away some of the debris. Fire. The large table that once was, was now cracked unevenly in two, paper scorched and singes, tiny bits of it nipped at your bare feet.
"Alfred!" You screamed, not seeing him through the destruction until you dropped to your knees. Your heart sank. The poor man was laying on his side, facing away from you on the floor. Frantically you scrambled over to him, coughing as you got closer to him. Tears from the smoke and the situation itself burned heavily behind your lids.
You grabbed fistfuls of his crisp button down, the starch met your palms but that didn't matter. What did matter was him, you rolled him on his back and gasped. Even through the clouds of pluming smoke you could make out his shattered face, glasses long gone probably the culprit of some of the new bloody marks to his face, the front of his shirt was torn just a bit. You shook your head and placed your head on his chest, desperate to hear his heartbeat. You had to cup your other ear, now just a faint ringing and your head rose and fell shallowly. He was alive! You mustered up what strengths you had, sweating behind his head and lifted him up under his arms, dragging him out into the hall inch by terrified inch until you both collapsed out into the hallway.
"Hold on Alfred. Please. Stay with me," you stroked his busted face and dug around in your back pocket for your phone, fingers messing up the passcode in your haste to get help. "Just stay with me. I gotta’... fuck, I'm gonna call someone ok?"
"911, what's your emergency?"
"Please! We need help, anything anyone!"
"Calm down ma'am, what's the address?"
"Wayne Tower! Please hurry, a man needs... he needs help!" You sobbed into the phone, awaiting the dispatcher's instructions as you cried.
The landline rang and rang, too stunned to say much you stepped aside as the fire department and Gotham PD swarmed the Tower. Everything seemed to blur together. The EMT’s rushed in, a bright orange stretcher in their hands as you sat with Alfred, still unconscious but breathing at the top of the landing when they came. Smoke billowed through the hall and out of the shattered windows. You tripped down the stairs after they brought him outside to the ambulance.
One more shrill ring made you grab the cold receiver. "Hello..."
"Y/N! I need you to get Alfred! something bad is going to happen something-" Bruce stopped talking, no doubt hearing the heartbreak in your watery voice.
"Y/N..."
"I'm afraid it already has. It's uh... about an hour ago, sir. Alfred's been taken to the hospital. I uh- I had to stay to give the um the police a statement."
"Fuck!"
"I'm so sorry Mr. Wayne."
"Don't be. I'll meet you there."
....
The drive to the hospital was... well it was something. You were barely aware enough to slip on a pair of shoes before running out the door after giving the fourth or was it the fifth officer your statement and timeline. Tears slipped over your cheeks and you thought more than once, though a shirt drive, to pull over as to not end up in a hospital bed of your own.
You found the room, Bruce was sitting bouncing his leg in a chair next to Alfred, staring at him with pursed lips and sad black stained eyes. They flitted to you in an instant, his hand out you. You took it and covered your mouth with the other.
"They said he's gonna make it, Y/N. Said you did a fine job of getting him out of there when you did. Thank you." Bruce's voice was as sad as you felt.
"it all happened so fast," you breathed and squeezed his hand. Looking over a well bandaged and iv hooked up Alfred as he slept. "Everything was fine. I had just brought up some clothes, we were talking and laughing. I meant to fold your stuff and make tea but then it all just..."
"it's alright now. Alfred's alright and you're safe. I couldn't live with myself if anything had happened to either of you. You two are the only family I've got left."
Your eyes darted to Bruce, his face square yet certain. He'd never called you family before. He gave you a little nod and stood. He dug in his pocket and handed you a small white box.
"Though you'd like these." Bruce looked over your head, grimacing then touched your shoulder. "I need to talk to Gordon, keep him company will you? I don't want him to wake up alone."
"He won't. I promise." You watched him leave for a moment, then looked down at what he'd given you. Jelly belly beans.
You didn't realize you'd fallen asleep until a hand was touching your face, over your forehead. You startled awake to see Alfred looking at you, a small but tight smile on his lips.
"Jelly bean..."
"You're awake... oh! you're awake!"
You jumped out of the chair and hugged him, he seethed and you pulled back apologetically. "Sorry."
"I'm not up for so much excitement I'm afraid," Alfred licked his dry lips and sighed. "I should have known better than to open that post. Foolish really, you could've gotten hurt."
"Alfred. You're the one whose hurt, look at you, all hooked up to these machines. Should've had you come help me make the tea instead."
"It's not your fault my girl, the fault is mine." He slowly shook his head, bandaged up but not broken thankfully. He touched your leg as you sat on the side of his bed. "You saved my life, Jelly bean. I love you so much, I can never repay you for this."
Your breath caught in your throat.
"You know when I roused in the ambulance and you weren't with me... I thought I'd never get the chance to tell you."
"Tell me what?" Blood pounded in your ears.
Alfred took your hand. "I've been a fool for far too long, I should've known better. Should have done better. I look after master Wayne, have for so long that nothing seems to phase me but when you came on, it was like a breath of fresh air. I needed to do more, be more present, aware you are the much needed renovation we needed, brought back some laughter and smiles into the Tower. I know I'm a silly old man and you wouldn't be caught dead with the likes of me, you're much closer to master Wayne's age and all that but... I love you Jelly bean. I can't help it. I've been foolishly in love with you for better more than a year. I couldn't stand it if I had never seen your beautiful face ever again. That monster, The Riddler would in fact rid me of you. Makes me sick to think of it at all."
"Well," you sighed after taking this in and took the box of jelly beans from your own pocket and placed it in his palm, he looked down at them then back at you.
"We can agree on that fucking Riddler trying to take us away from each other," Alfred's mouth was agape, unsure of what you might actually be trying to say to him. "That would make me sick and he'd have more than Bruce to watch out for."
"My darling girl, are you-"
The banged up gentleman had his answer when you kissed him, lightly on the corner of his mouth. His scruff tickled the softness of your lips. "I love you too."
The back of his knuckles brushed against your jaw, eyeing you as if you'd float away right before him. "How could you possibly love an old man like me?"
You shrugged with a grin. "You make it far too easy."
....
Bruce hung his head as he sat at the long kitchen table, a few days had gone by and he'd gotten the upper hand on The Riddler, stopped him at a coffee shop, watched him get arrested and out away. He was home most nights now with Alfred being released from the hospital in both of your care, for once. Alfred didn't know what to do with himself though, so used to years and years of being the one to take the lead he was to be on bed rest for at least another week. He drank from a mug though you were certain there was something much stronger inside of it than coffee or tea.
You set the tray for Alfred down on the opposite end, long dark strands covered his clean face.
"What did they say?" You asked. Bruce looked confused at first then his face softened.
"6 months total for the renovations, have to keep it taped off until Wednesday. You have all of things right?"
"Yeah, I moved enough of my stuff downstairs." Downstairs meant just a a few floors below where there were more rooms that could fit a family of five comfortably. A shared bathroom on that single floor that housed you three now that there was a giant, burnt hole further up. The fire marshal had cleared it and made certain it was safe.
"Good." Bruce took another long drink from his cup, the steam from Alfred's soup you'd made up for dinner made a little cloud in front of you while the rest sat on the back burner on the stove.
You picked up the tray and walked towards the stairs but your name carried from Bruce's lips to your ears and you stopped.
"You love him don't you." It wasn't a question really, more a realizing statement.
You nodded once and Bruce did the same.
"He could use some good in his life. Treat him well."
You smiled. "Will do, sir."
You read open Alfred's new bedroom door open with your foot, your heart sank when you noticed the bed was completely empty. Panic set in and you quickly found a place to set down his dinner.
"Alfred?!" Last week's fright was still plaguing your dreams. The smoke, the fire, the dread weighing on you like wet blanket. "Alfred?"
"I'm here jelly bean," Alfred can into the room behind you, hands up in defense.
"What are you doing out of bed?!"
"I was just in the toilet, goodness you'd think I'd set out a rope of sheets out the window!"
Your frown dissolved into a relieved posture. "With how you've been acting I wouldn't put it past you."
"What else am I supposed to do? I can't go downstairs, I can't do my duties, I can't help master Wayne I can barely stand up to look out at the city without you two pouncing on me every five minutes."
"That's because you try and get out of bed every five minutes," you chided and watched him slowly make it to the bed, he propped up a few pillows knowing the night time routine.
"Are you going to spoon feed me too?"
"If you keep acting like a child I just might."
"Oh poor Alfred being spoon feed already, might as well find me a nice home out in the suburbs while you're at it." He faked being upset when you took the tray and handed it to him.
"You would definitely try and escape that place! can't risk losing you to he elements, now eat."
"Yes ma'am!" Alfred chuckled with a wink.
The bandages were off now, no longer needing to be hooked up to any sort of IV or supplement. For a man of his age he was healing up rather quickly.
Alfred had even gone on to say it was thanks to his ‘circus’ training.
A few nights later you just could not get to sleep. Restless and cold, too hot and too annoyed that no matter what position you laid, it just wasn't comfortable. Maybe it was foreign bed, the rooms were on the opposite wing of Tower.
Nothing seemed to help so you got up, thinking a late night stroll down the hall might tire you out. You put on a light robe over your pajamas, padding down the soft runner in the extensive hallway.
It was romantically lit with French styled scones, you dreaded putting in the bulbs as the step ladder was a titch shy for your height. The library was empty and quiet, at least the books were getting some shut eye you thought as you walked.
Alfred's room had a light on but he could've just forgotten to turn it out, Bruce's was just as pitch black as the vigilante suit he wore on nights like this. You wondered if he was even home at all. You looked out at the city below, through high glass windows that you didn't envy having to clean.
You turned on your heel and walked back down the hallway, you made it back to your room and down again. Alfred's light was still on. You stood on the other side to hear if the man was knocked out or not. Just as you pushed away from the door you heard your nickname from the other side. With a pause of your hand on the handle you pushed it open slightly, Alfred was indeed awake, book in hand and propped up against the headboard with his glasses on.
"Come in, shut the door."
You did as asked, closing it with a soft click and you paced yourself closer to the side of his bed. How the man looked good in a simple pair of pajamas was beyond you, yet here he was. His hair was mussed, as if he'd been tugging on it while reading which was most likely as you'd caught him doing such a thing in the library once or twice.
"What are you doing awake?"
You shrugged and scrunched your face, clasping your hands behind you on rocking feet. "I can't sleep."
"Hmm me neither," he gestured to the book in his hands before he closed it and set it down on the table beside him, you watched his feet move under the covers. "Want to lay down with me?"
Your heart stopped for a moment, your feet moving on their own as you rounded the bed before jumping onto it, a playful smile on your lips when Alfred laughed at you. You wiggled into a comfortable position, looking at him with a fondness and adoration, the little cuts to his face were healing.
"Are you going to read me a bed time story?" you joked, tucking your hands under the cool pillow.
Alfred looked down at you before taking off his glasses, they joined his book. "If you want me to. Or we could do something else entirely."
You read his face, mature yet clear in his voiced action. A smile grew up into his cheeks, rounding them out as it reached his soft eyes.
You bit your lip. "Say less."
....
His kisses were slow and deliberate, his facial hair scratched into your face, tickled your palms when you held his face, his lips moved over yours like it was always meant to be this way. Alfred gasped a little when you slipped your tongue into his mouth, not expecting you to be so bold you guessed and you smiled against his lips that the older man had no idea what you were truly capable of.
He soon pulled back, reaching behind him to turn out the lamp but you stopped him short, he looked back you with creased brows, his plump mouth open and ready to ask a question or two but you just tightened your hold on his thick forearm.
"Don't. I want to see you."
Alfred scoffed and shook his head. "You want to see all o' this? you sure about that, Jelly bean?"
You nodded softly and pulled him back to you, arms around his shoulders, feeling them up and down as he pressed himself into you, molding your leg up and over his waist. He gave your thigh a quick squeeze before he ghosted his hand, rather large you noticed more so than ever, behind you to your rear. Without question you rolled against him. Alfred nipped your top lip in response, undoing the tie on your robe.
"You're so soft," his other hand stroked your head, blunt nails in your scalp. You hummed and grabbed at the silky material of his shirt. He rubbed the bulb of his nose against yours, prickly cheek to yours he rolled you onto your back, pressing lingering kiss after lingering kiss along the column of your throat then at the base of it, breathing you in. "I love you Jelly bean."
Alfred lifted his head when you cupped it, smiling dreamily at the man on top of you. "I know. I love you too."
"Not sure how I got so lucky but I am far, far from complaining. Trust me."
"I trust you."
You could tell he liked your response, agreeing to take off his shirt at your urgent request. You watched him take care of popping each of the little buttons, revealing a strong and built chest littered with old scars, hidden beneath navy silk, probably French and probably expensive. Alfred was never one to have a hair out of place, dressed to the nines or tens, fuck even the twelves, if that were even a thing. He never rose his voice that you knew of, the epitome of calm, cool and fucking collected.
He tossed it away, in the light of the bedside lamp, casting brilliant shadows across his handsome face, you got to appreciate him. Melting like butter when he stroked your cheek, kissed your lips gingerly while he ventured his hand over your collar, sternum and tits, giving each a longing squeeze over your top. You nodded when he silently asked to lift it, dragging the light material over the swell of your breasts, Alfred licked his lips and moved down a ways, rubbing his chin and cheeks over them, bringing your already pebbled nubs to the afterlife.
He breathed against you, satisfied when you arched up against his mouth, he licked one, testing you, teasing you. He held one tenderly with one hand while his mouth busied itself with the other and you moaned, both of your hands in his salt and pepper hair, scratching at his scalp.
"Oh yeah, that's it." You moaned, his grip you grew before ghosting down your stomach, over your hip and had settled over your mound. You bucked on instinct.
"Is this alright, my girl?" Alfred asked, letting your nipple go.
You smiled. Stroking his face - eyes blown out, lips wet. "Very."
He snuck a quick kiss, his mouth attacking your other breast, grazing his teeth against the flesh. You wriggled out of your robe, tugging down your sleep shorts. Alfred looked down to where you were bare to him, naked from the waist down and opened your legs.
His fingers pinched your clit once, twice, on the third he gingerly rolled it between his forefinger and thumb, luxuriating in the noises you made, lifting your hips just so, canting them back and forth as he eased in one finger, then another.
"Thought about this so many times, my darling girl. Wanted to court you first, of course," Alfred groaned at how wet you were already, curling his fingers with his wet mouth still at your chest. He chanced a look down where he was slowly, agonizingly pulling his fingers in and out of your cunt. "Take you out for nice dinners, a walk or two in the park, take you to a play downtown, the movies...God you are exquisite."
"Keep talkin' like that baby I'm gonna' lose it. Feels so good."
Alfred mused and laughed, taking his out his fingers and rubbing your clit, sorting your outer labia apart only to sink back into you, over and over, beaming at your sounds and yelps of pleasure as he did so.
"I haven't been called that in ages, my darling. I should be calling you that." He huffed and twisted his digits inside you, feeling you out, stretching you out.
"Beat you to it," you whined.
"I think she likes me," Alfred scissored his fingers expertly in and out of your hole again. Watching the way you writhed at his ministrations. The cultured man put a little more oomph into fingering you, a change in pace, a different dance that had you sobbing out his name, panting to keep up. You clenched around his fingers. "Oh, she really likes me."
"Oh Alfred!" you whined, your hands in little balls of the sheets beneath you.
"Shh my girl, Master Wayne will hear you." He scolded you but he had a smile on his face as you cried for him.
"I don't fucking care!" you keened and rocked your hips in time with his fingers, your pussy wet and threatening you both with a good fucking time. "This feels too good to care."
Alfred chuckled and continued until your walls seized, your toes curled and a new wave of wetness washed over you with a mewl of his name as you came.
"Oh wow..." you giggled, catching your breath while Alfred slid his fingers from you, giving the inside of your thigh a little pinch and when you sat up you watched with an open mouth, Alfred suck on his fingers. You thought he was going to come up and kiss you, yet he pulled the complete opposite, twisting his body, mouthing over your mound.
You gasped at the feeling of his mouth there, his neatly trimmed beard ghosted over your skin, making you move your hips up. He licked two hot stripes along your folds this way, making you squirm with delight, taking in your nervous laugh as he cleaned you up the best he could with how you wriggled.
"Oh my God... you're really good at that. Keep going," you sighed and covered your face with your arm, taking away just the one sense made you feel his touch that much stronger. He sucked your clit between his lips, humming against your bundle of nerves making your legs shake, his fingers dug into the meaty flesh on your thighs keeping them open for him.
"You like this?" It was pointedly a rhetorical question, you were making all sorts of sounds, vying for breath when he chuckled. Alfred was far more into this than you could have imagined, sure you'd pictured or thought what it would be actually like to be with the older man, to feel his hands on you, to kiss you.
This was far, far better.
When Alfred moved his mouth faster, back and forth back and forth with the flat of his tongue you didn't even realize you were growling behind your teeth, the pleasure he was delivering, addicted already to the ways he was making you feel was of the charts, higher than Wayne Tower.
"Oh fuck!"
You came again, your second orgasm shattered through you like bricks through glass. Your legs shaking around his head.
"Mmm you're trembling, my girl. I must be doing something right." Alfred turned back to you, removing your arm to see your satisfied face, you smiled and touched his jaw.
"You are very good at that. Can't wait to repay you."
"Oh really?" Alfred pressed his forehead to yours, giving you a lasting kiss to your cheek. "I didn't want to say anything too risky but since you have been on my mind lately, I've found myself rather aroused in the mornings."
You bit your lip at his admission. "Mmm, guess you'll be getting breakfast in bed then."
You laughed when he tickled your side, nuzzling his scruff into your neck making you grab at him. Which turned into playful fight, that lead to sneaking kisses, lacing your fingers with his, little bites to his bared and scarred shoulder. He made an approving sound and you bit into the other one, when he looked down at you something unspoken trailed between you, Alfred lifted his hips just as your hands smoothed down his ribs, shedding him of the silky layer that separated you.
Alfred's cock laid thick and heavy against your inner thigh, your breath sped up as you wanted to see it before you felt it. You swallowed and kept eye contact, Alfred reached a hand between you, rubbing the blunt head of his cock against your folds, nudging and circling it around your clit. Back and forth he went, gathering your eager wetness.
"Please baby, I need to feel you... I need it. I need you."
"You've got me my darling, don't you worry. I'm not going anywhere." He punctuated his genuine and honest statement with the first thrust inside you, it seemed your pussy really liked him, it felt like you were pulling him into your cunt just as much as he was pushing himself inside. You dug your head back in to the pillows with you whimper, clutching at his rear as he bottomed out.
"Oh my days... you are so warm. Fit me like a glove." Alfred held himself up on his arms, watching your face contort with pleasure, adjusting to his size.
"Holy fuck," you gasped and hid your face in his bicep, licking the skin your lips and teeth found. "If you don't start moving soon I'm gonna' lose it."
"I want to give you everything, I want this to last you know?" Alfred pulled out a little only to swivel his hips back into you, slowly starting to rock his hips into you.
You felt your walls constrict around his cock when you moved your knees up higher on Alfred's waist. "You look so pretty when you cum, when you're like this. I've never seen such beauty in one place."
Your watery laugh turned into a moan and you licked your lips, looking up into his eyes that were full invested in your pleasure. "You are quite the charmer; I know for a, fuck that's good, you've been to Barcelona, surely that's prettier."
"Not in this lifetime."
Alfred shook his head and started to pace himself, one his hands moved from beside your head to touch your hip, over your thigh and gripped your calf pressed to your chest. Your breathing hastened when he really started to fuck down into you, grunting your name, praise dribbled from his lips to your ears.
You matched him moan for moan, digging your nails into his lower back, pulling him back in when he pulled out too far, teasing you with just the blunt crown of his cock, nestling it just inside your entrance before he gave you the full thickness of him.
"Oh my darling, you are the sweetest. Sweetest girl with the sweetest pussy."
His vulgarness has you clenching around him, your mouth hung open as you've never heard anything of obscene nature come out of his mouth.
"Say it again."
Alfred licked his teeth, looking predatory and intimidating, his hips snapping into yours, your skin slapping together in union. "You my girl have the sweetest, tastiest, prettiest little cunt I've ever had the pleasure of being next to, let alone inside. You are... fuck, you are incredible."
Hearing him say these things fueled the fire in your belly, in your groin, in your heart making you swell with desire. You moved your hands to grab your knees, pointing them up to the ceiling and feeling Alfred's cock somehow slip even deeper.
"Oh yes! yes yes yes please, you're fucking me so fucking good."
Suddenly there was his thumb, pressing down on your clit at this angle and you yelped and grabbed at his skin in a horny fit. "You're amazing, my darling, just amazing."
"Oh my God you're good, so good to me. I love you so much."
Alfred stilled for a moment at your declaration, with a smile he placed a tender kiss to the top of one your knees and for the life of you, you couldn't imagine he'd last much longer as you yourself were teetering on the end of this seesaw. So it was quite the shock when Alfred gripping the backs of your calves, laid them over his thick forearms, and brought your lower half higher, taking his cock to the hilt.
"Jesus Alfred!"
"That's it, I told you I want to give you everything and damnit my love, you're gonna' get it."
He fucked you like a much younger man though he had all the stamina need for this act, you couldn't fist the sheets fast enough, arching up as he pounded into you at an incredible angle. Your whines and moans filled the room, bouncing back to your ears as Alfred grunted, damn near snarling to chase his own release. Begging you to cum, how bad he wanted it, how badly he wanted you. Wanted to feel you, ensnare you to his waiting jaws.
"I love you Y/N, for the rest of my days."
You whined and rubbed your clit, just that little bonus that made your toes curl, your hips shook and you let out a sound that otherwise sounded downright pornographic, fucking filthy when you came on his cock. Your mouth was dry, your cries as desperate as Alfred was to cum with you. A handful of punishing but dreamy thrusts and he did just that, his head hung low watching where you two were joined, pulling out just a little throb at a time, seeing the creamy color of his cum and your glistening arousal extend. Some of it oozed out of your cunt, slipping in between your cheeks.
With a more than satisfied chuckle you came down from your enormous high, you hadn't felt this good, this sated, this loved and desired in forever. You welcomed it, kissing Alfred on the forehead when he laid down next to you. His body was indestructible, scars littered his shoulders and chest, some lighter and shorter than others and you knew from his past that they held all sorts of naughty secrets. Maybe one day he'd tell you or two.
He wasn't shy, laid out in his birthday suit catching his breath, neatly trimmed pubic hair halfway matched the salt and pepper he had up top. You brushed it back, scratching his scalp just a little and he purred like a cat, closing his eyes, lost in sensation.
You bent over the side of the bed and grabbed Alfred's pajama top, it hung loose and long over your frame. You kissed him twice and scurried off to the shared bathroom across the hall. When you came out, face freshly water splashed you stopped in the hall.
Bruce was suddenly there, his eyebrows together when he looked you over.
"Are you in... never mind." He shook his head, loose hanging hair in his eyes you noticed a woman behind him, just at the the top of the stairs, with the same look as you. "Have a good night, Y/N."
"You too." You said, watching as your employer hold out his hand to her, disappearing into his makeshift room and shutting the door behind them.
You covered your mouth and hopped back into Alfred's.
"Is Master Bruce home?" He was waiting for you, a few fresh tissues were in the waste basket next to the bed. He was comfortable, covered in just the top sheet, still too warm from your previous activates, you softly closed the door and climbed back in with him.
"He is," you said and climbed under the covers, "And he's with a friend."
"A friend, hmm? he hasn't many of those these days." Alfred tucked you under his arm.
You chuckled and kissed him again. The image of what the morning would bring settled into your stomach as you draped an arm over his chest, fingers traveling over a long scar at his collar.
"Now that one is actually from the circus, I was a lad of maybe eleven..."