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There was a weird atmosphere around you tonight, the air feeling electric and tense as you tried to relax on your couch, paying zero attention to whatever boring movie was on TV. You’d had an intense day at work, running from one office to the other as you were given more and more tasks to do and countless papers to fill out.
One look at your phone had lead to sheer frustration as you realized you wouldn’t even make it home on time for dinner with Bruce and another day of not seeing each other would be added to the calendar. You’d texted him and apologized for having missed out on your little date when you left work, hours after you were supposed to be at his place.
Knowing you wouldn’t be able to see Bruce until the weekend due to his nightly duties and the rest of your busy week, you now ended up alone in your apartment, pouting as you continued ignoring the TV and stared out of your big living room windows, gaze glued to the bat symbol shining brightly into the heavy clouds.
Sometimes you cursed the signal, feeling like it was the sole reason Bruce was taken away from you night after night after night, although you knew it was his own decision to hunt after Gotham’s criminal troublemakers. It was tough, loving him when this was his lifestyle.
Being alone at night, not having someone to fall asleep next to, to cuddle, to fuck when you wake up horny in the middle of the night, none of that. Just the occasional waking up to his sleeping form in the morning — if you got lucky — which was almost always immediately destroyed by the alarm yelling at you to get up and go to work, forcing you to leave your boyfriend behind.
You tried to brush the thoughts off as you got up and went into your bathroom. Washing away today’s negativity, you tried to remember the last time Bruce had been able to join you in the shower.
Missing his gentle and careful but at the same time rough and demanding touches, you closed your eyes as the water fell down your sides, over your face, thinking of the moments you shared this small space with him. Bruce was special in the way he made love to you. The way he caressed every single inch of your body, the way he left the softest, most passionate and loving kisses everywhere… the roughest touches right after. And vice versa.
Turning off the water, you tried to shake the thoughts off once again, focusing on recharging for another long day of hard work and lots of stress ahead of you. You got out of the shower and wrapped yourself in a towel when you heard a noise coming from the living room.
Cursing yourself for not having taken new clothes with you to the bathroom you stood there for a moment, leaned against the locked door as you listened for more noises. Which never came. ‘Might’ve been the TV’, you attempted to persuade yourself, actively trying not to overreact.
After a few more minutes you finally opened the door. Like ripping off a bandaid, you walked out of the bathroom towards the living room to really convince yourself that everything was fine.
The place was cloaked in darkness, only the TV’s brightness providing some light for you to see where you were going. Relieved to find everything in its normal state, you let out a deep breath you didn’t even realize you were holding.
You turned around to go back to your bedroom when you bumped into someone. Nearly getting a heart attack as you full-on crashed into a huge body dressed in all black, a yelp escaped your lips and you nearly fell, but his strong arms were quick to hold your body up and pressed against his.
“You fucking-,” you swore, kicking your boyfriend’s shin when you realized he had snuck into your apartment.
“Didn’t notice the open window?” He teased, nodding over to the large glass wall next to your couch. Releasing your arms as he then looked down at you, a mocking smile appeared on his face. You observed his frame carefully, scanning whatever parts of his face were visible to your eyes with his mask still on.
“You scared the shit out of me,” you eventually said. “What on earth are you even doing here? You’re supposed to be out there.”
“Oh, you want me to leave again?” Bruce joked. That was rare, especially when he had just come home from his nightly duties. But what was — quite obviously — even rarer was that he came to see you when it was still the middle of the night.
“No,” you whispered, “don’t leave.” Your hands slipped out of his grasp and up his strong, muscular arms to his broad shoulders still dressed in his batsuit as they slid underneath his cape. “So… to what do I owe the honor?” You asked teasingly, looking up into his eyes which were so much darker than usual in this very moment. And that was not due to his black eyeshadow.
“I missed my little girl,” he rasped. “The city can take care of itself for a while.”
Bruce didn’t need to say anything else when he grabbed you by the back of your thighs, lifting you up with ease. You immediately hooked your legs around his middle, caressing the sides of his face that weren’t covered by his mask before you placed a hungry to his lips.
Gosh, you’ve missed this. Way too much.
And Bruce did just as much. He walked towards your couch, lips not leaving yours for a single second as he found the way without difficulty. His hands explored your body as soon as he sat down with you on his lap.
He moved them along your thighs, still soft from the shower and warm from the heat coursing through your body. Bruce had made sure to take his gloves off even before he entered your apartment, not wanting to miss out on the heavenly feeling of your body on his bare skin.
Your lips brushed against his with more force as he slid his hands underneath the towel still covering your figure, up over the curves of your hips until he rested them on your bare ass, massaging your skin with those large palms of his.
“Mhm, I missed you so much, baby,” you mumbled against his mouth, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull his body even closer to yours. You felt the cold material of his batarang press against your chest as the towel around your tits loosened and almost uncovered your frame.
The stark contrast of the knife’s hard and sharp material and your soft body sent a shiver down your spine as you thought about with how easily your boyfriend was able to fight all those bad people but how he had his own kind of roughness with you.
Growing more and more impatient with each passing second, you rolled your hips against his crotch, sensing how hard he was already — even through the thick material of his suit. He moaned into the kiss when you buried your nails into his cheeks, pushing his tongue forward.
It glided along your bottom lip to which you immediately opened your mouth, more than willing to allow him access. Bruce devoured you like you’ve been apart for years, the remaining adrenaline rush of the night still running through his veins.
He explored your mouth with force, your muffled whines against his lips music to his ears as he helped you continue rocking your hips against his with his hands still firmly placed on your ass. You tried to slowly pull off his mask to grab his hair but Bruce wouldn’t let you, quickly wrapping his palms around your wrists as he broke the kiss.
His deep stare into your eyes intimidated you in the best way. You made it way too easy for him to dominate you every single time, even when you tried to take the lead every now and then. Tried.
It was all down to his incredible body language giving you no chance but to obey.
Forcing your hands behind your back, his eyes wandered down to your half-exposed chest. You didn’t think they could get any darker but there was barely any color left in his eyes when Bruce pulled the loose towel off your body, throwing it across your living room.
The cold air coming from the open window he had entered through hit your skin like icy fog, but the cold couldn’t do much to your heated body. The inferior feeling of sitting on his lap with no fabric covering your body when he was dressed from head to toe was intoxicating.
Being completely at your boyfriend’s mercy, not knowing what he would do to you tonight made not only your heart pound but also sent that addicting carnal second heartbeat down to your core.
And Bruce loved looking at you like that. All ready for him, naked while he remained fully clothed.
He didn’t do anything as he continued looking at you, his little girl growing desperate while she waited for his next move. But he hadn’t quite set his mind on it yet. “Mhm,” he pondered, eyes continuously dropping to your tits.
Thinking aloud, he named all the things he wanted to do to you. Fucking you on the table in your dining area, against the kitchen counter, maybe also against the big windows, pressing your hot tits against the cold glass surface, or eating you out with your legs on his shoulders, maybe even having you sit on his face.
The possibilities with you were endless.
You couldn’t stop your pussy from clenching around air with each new idea your boyfriend listed, knowing every single one would have you whining his name while he loved to torture you in the best ways.
“Bruce, please,” you dragged out, trying to move your hands to the front but he was quick to hold them in place behind your back with his large hand easily wrapped around both your wrists. His other hand left feather-like touches from your cheek, down your neck, over the curve of your shoulder before it came around your tit.
Oh, he just loved to take his time with you.
Bruce watched you closely as he twisted your already sensitive nipple between his thumb and index finger, pleased as he felt how it got harder instantly. You bit your lower lip, trying to suppress the moans that were already threatening to escape your mouth from all the touch starvation.
“I think I know what to do with you,” he whispered, then grabbed you without warning, lifting you up as he walked over to your kitchen area. Throwing all the items off the counter with one arm while his other was hooked tightly around your waist, he put you down with so much strength which made his cape flow around both your bodies as if he was claiming you with all he’s got.
His next movements were quick, determined, hungry, as if he himself could no longer take it slow now. His mouth was pressed against yours immediately, forcefully claiming you. All of you.
You held on tight to the material of his suit with one hand, the other gripping the fabric of his cape as you kissed him back with passion, spreading your legs even wider when parts of his suit rubbed against your inner thighs. Desperate for any kind of friction, you closed your legs around his middle to pull him closer and, for once, he let you make your own decision.
Bruce pinned your hands over your head as he placed kisses down your jaw and further down your chest. You gasped, your breathing getting heavier when he sucked your nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue while his hot breath hit the skin around it.
He let his hands wander down your arms, teasingly tickling you with his delicate touch, a complete contrast to what you knew he was actually capable of. “You know, I really wanted to fuck you in my cave,” he mumbled against your tit. “But I couldn’t resist when I saw you in that towel. My little girl does not know what she’s doing to me.”
You whined at his words, his favorite pet name always making you feel dizzy. “Do something, Bruce,” you muttered desperately, pulling him closer with your legs once again to emphasize your pleading. He tsk-tsked, raising and shaking his head as a warning before he eventually gave you what you wanted as he moved further down your body. Licking along your stomach he didn’t stop until he arrived at your clit.
Only moving his body to place your legs on his shoulders, he dove right back in as he held onto one of your thighs with one hand and pressed onto your lower abdomen with the other to keep you in place. Spitting onto your clit, his tongue was connected to it in a matter of milliseconds, flicking at an excruciating pace.
Not giving you a chance to catch your breath, he kept going, the almost never-ending teasing had made you so sensitive by now you soon noticed how his ruthless pace started to overstimulate you. Trying to escape the intense sensation, you pressed your legs together, squirming and writhing underneath your boyfriend but his grip was way too strong for your weaker frame.
“First you beg me for it and then you can’t handle it?” He looked up, chin glistening from all the juices that already ran down your folds — he hasn’t even gotten to that part of your pussy and yet you were absolutely dripping.
He suddenly picked you up, your legs still on his broad shoulders as you were sitting on top of them, legs dangling down his back with his hands firmly pressed against your ass to keep you steady as he turned around. Walking towards your bedroom he passed the hallway but stopped abruptly, pushing your back against the wall next to your bedroom before he looked up from in between your thighs.
“If my little girl can’t lie still I gotta find a way to make her stop moving,” he said with a serious undertone, yet his deep voice was heavily laced with lust. He pushed you up with his strong arms so he could reach your pussy with ease, delving right back in with his tongue.
“Oh fuck, Bruce,” you gasped shakily, the different kind of pleasure of this new position startling you at first, but quickly making you jerk as you didn’t have any chance of avoiding the quick and ruthless laps of his tongue.
Your breath hitched when Bruce started teasing your asshole with one finger, the added pleasure making you cry out and your pussy clench even harder this time. You knew you were close, and you desperately needed something to hold on to while you were sitting on top of your boyfriend’s tall frame.
Knowing well you might risk an orgasm denial, you pulled on his mask, quickly ripping it off and throwing it aside as you revealed his disheveled hair and smudged eyeshadow underneath. He didn’t say or do anything but continued to suck your clit into his mouth, then switch back to flicking his tongue on it.
You buried your hands in his hair, eliciting a small groan from him when you pulled on it, the noise vibrating against your pussy sending shivers down to your core in return. “Fuck, yeah, keep going,” you told Bruce as he reached the perfect pace and mixture of lapping and fingering your ass. “More, more. Fuck Bruce, I’m coming.”
Your moans echoed off the walls of your hallway, your nails scratching along Bruce’s scalp as your orgasm washed over you with intense force. Back arching off the wall, your legs started shaking around your boyfriend’s head as he softened his tongue a little, helping you ride out your orgasm.
Once he noticed you coming down from your high, Bruce gently helped you off his shoulders. Knowing your legs were still way too weak for you to stand on your own — let alone walk — he carried you to your bedroom bridal style.
“You did so good for me,” he praised you, letting you down on your bed. He let his hand slide down your arm and stopped at your wrist, holding your hand as he admired your raw beauty.
And the fucked out look on you, too.
Bruce moved to take his suit off, his gaze still fixed on you. “You’re not going to help me with that?” He then asked, knowing how much you actually enjoyed undressing him — even in a non-sexual way. And he did too.
He kicked his boots off first, then stretched his arms out to the side, giving you a sign to get to work. You shifted on your bed, now sitting on your knees as your eyes focused on the batarang on his chest.
The shiny, cold metal thing bore itself into your mind the moment it pressed against your chest when you were just beginning to make out. You’d never really noticed it. You’d also never really made out when he was in full Batman gear. “Like that thing huh?” Your boyfriend chuckled darkly, placing two fingers underneath your chin for you to meet his gaze.
You nodded obediently, slowly reaching out for the bat-shaped knife. Tracing the details of it, you carefully took it out, admiring the amazingly detailed design as you held it in both hands. But not for long since Bruce was quick to take it from you.
“It can be very dangerous in the wrong hands,” he teased you, placing it on your bedside table. “Good thing my boyfriend is very skilled with it, I guess,” you acknowledged, watching him walk back to you with long, slow strides.
He ended up helping you undress him, knowing how confusing the process of ridding him of his his batsuit can be for you. With the huge black pile of clothing now on the ground, Bruce was left in only his boxers, the outline of his swollen cock clearly visible.
You tried to remember the last time you’d seen your boyfriend like this, quickly coming to the conclusion that it has been forever due to both your busy schedules. Gliding your flat palms up his muscular torso, over the multitude of scars and fresh bruises, you slowly got up, still on your knees, to get closer to his face.
He still had to bend down for you to reach him as he kissed you again, hooking his arms around your middle. His lips brushed against yours with just as much passion as before, and you could still taste yourself on them as he pushed his tongue forward to glide it along your bottom lip, but not waiting for you to open your mouth to let him in.
Bruce consumed you, taking what he wants and you let him, reciprocating each curl of his lips and tongue with hunger. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he let you down on your bed, pushing his knee between your thighs to force them open.
He sat back, taking your right leg in his large hands to place countless soft kisses from your ankle all the way up to the inside of your thigh. You giggled at his sudden change of attitude, how gentle he was now, thinking of how you were just sitting on his shoulders a couple of minutes ago while he mercilessly ate you out.
But his soft side didn’t stay for long when he abruptly pinned your wrists down next to your body, then slid his boxers off and lined himself up with your entrance immediately. Teasing your pussy with his bare tip, he had a smirk on his lips at how wet you’ve gotten.
He pushed inside with ease, chuckling as he felt your dripping walls around his dick. “You needed it that bad, huh?” He remarked snidely.
You nodded as he bottomed out, swallowing hard when you felt him hit that spot deep inside of you. He began moving inside of you, alternating between long and slow thrusts and intense short and quick ones that soon made your eyes roll to the back of your head.
He always knew exactly what movements worked best for you, resulting in you only being able to utter shaky whimpers and desperate sobs mixed with frantic cries of his name. “Fuck, Bruce, just like that… Oh God.”
Bruce kept going at his ruthless pace, no matter if it was the long or the short thrusts, he fucked you so perfectly to the point you became a stuttering mess, unable to form any more words as you only released whines, moans, cries and strangled curses. But he would never stop, knowing how much you liked it.
You held onto his back, nails pushing into his skin so hard they’d for sure leave deep marks for days as you tried to deal with his relentless pace. It was just as hard for him to keep his cool, his low and breathless grunts filling your ear with his mouth right next to it.
“Touch yourself for me,” he groaned, slightly pushing himself off of you again to give you enough space to slide your hand between your thighs. You drew the slowest circles on your clit, knowing you couldn’t take more than that.
But Bruce didn’t like it, commanding you to rub faster and you had no chance but to obey, otherwise he’d leave you like that. Unsatisfied before the grand finale. And that wasn’t worth risking.
So you did as he told you, moving your hand faster, your mind hazy from the intense pleasure. “Good,” he mumbled, looking down at your fucked out face, coming closer, then pausing with your lips barely touching.
Breathing in each other’s hot gasps made your mind even dizzier and his hard thrusts became almost too much until you found your words again, begging him to take it easy on you. “Please, babe, I-,” you gasped, “I just need a minute.”
But all he did was groan in annoyance, wrapping his large hand around your neck as a sign for you to stop with his pounds even rougher now. “Shut the fuck up and take it,” he growled.
And that was all it took.
It came crashing down onto you like an explosion, rippling through your body with force as you arched your hips to meet his, crying out his name. “Fuck, Bruce!!”
He waited until you rode out your high, following immediately after as his hips become still while he was buried deep inside of you, filling you up with his cum. “That’s a good girl,” he rasped you after he caught his breath, giving you a praising kiss.
Your sweaty foreheads met as you looked at each other, trying to process the intensity of all this. Gazing into his still lust-blown eyes, you gently pushed the loose strands of his hair back, mouthing a ‘thank you, baby’ to him, followed by an ‘I love you’.
Bruce caressed your cheek, a pleased smile on his face as he admired you for the one hundredth time tonight. “I just can’t get enough of you,” he said, then kissed you once more before pulling out, leaving you feeling incredibly empty.
He walked to your bathroom, getting a damp towel for you to clean up and a glass of water from the kitchen. Helping you feel fresh again, he made sure to be extra gentle between your legs, knowing he had been exceptionally rough with you tonight. After you had been to the bathroom, he joined you on the bed, letting you rest in his arms while he finally took a break from all the physical activities of the night.
“You were so good for me tonight… But I’m afraid I need to leave my little girl again,” he whispered to your temple, despite having his duties as Batman call him, he still made sure to give you some cuddles before leaving. “I’ll make up for it, I promise.”
Oh, you knew he would.