𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏

𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲-𝐭𝐰𝐨

(play song when requested to.)
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𝐇𝐈𝐒 hands smoothly ran up and down your thighs, seemingly fixated on the area. "You don't need to worry about anything. As long as I am still breathing, you can live your life without any worries or pain. Maybe except for menstruation cramps and the normal things.. but y'know where I'm coming from." He chuckled. Finding his own words amusing.

You mumbled, "Bruce you sure know how to please a woman when she needs it, how?", as you mindlessly fiddled with the zipper on his pants. He sucked in a harsh breath at what you were doing but still answered your question.

"Well, when I was younger my mother would often read me cheesy romance books. Although my father hated it, she still did as a way of 'teaching me life'. After every book she read she basically lectured me on every little thing about women."

"That sounds nice.. She sounded like such a sweet woman. It's sad what happened to her and your father.."

Bruce whole body tensed up under you, immediately making you feel bad about even bringing it up. "I-I'm sorry baby, you really don't have to talk about them if-" "Y/n it's fine. Although it's not mentally healthy, I ignore those feelings."

"But shouldn't you have went to a therapist or something?" You peered up at with a confused facial expression.

"I did. Alfred." He blandly responded, a hint of a joke in it.

God this man is something else..

You laid your head on his chest and sighed. "Bruce where the hell were you my entire life?" His chest rumbled a bit and a throaty chuckle passed his lips. "Going through hell waiting for you to finally be in my arms, you have no idea how long I've wanted the perfect woman to be mine. And here she is. The most divine woman in existence is my future wife~"

You looked up at him with a daring smirk.

"Is that so, Mr. Wayne?"

He leaned down and kisses the top of your head. "Yes it is Mrs. Wayne, is there a problem with that?"

A giddy feeling in your stomach began to erupt as you sat there with Bruce. Maybe it was love? Or maybe just a aftermath of period cramps. Either way, you enjoyed it way more than cramps and any other bad feelings that the human body goes through every now and then.

"You are such a tease, pretty boy." You grumbled, crossing your arms over your chest. But you honestly didn't think a simple nickname would affect Bruce as much as it did..

His face was red as hell and his mouth was slightly parted. All signs of his previous dominance was tossed out of the window and was replaced with a flustered boy. A look of puzzlement crossed your face as you stared intently up at him, something about his sudden change in demeanor took you by surprise. It was so sudden that it confused you.

"Erm.. Bruce? Are you okay-" "Pretty boy? Do you think I'm pretty? We- Well not pretty.. but you.. you think I look good?.." Very much kin to an teenage boy confessing his love to his crush, his words were stuttered and mumbled.

Bruce's hands gripped your waist as he nervously averted his gaze from you, causing a chuckle to brush pass your lips. "God I really think you are bipolar or something. All it took was a small nickname to have you all flustered?"

He swallowed harshly ━︎ his adam's apple bobbed as he did so ━︎ "Its not like that.. I've just never been called that before and.. fuck it." Without warning, he pulled you into a kiss. Smashing his warm lips against your softer ones.

❛︎ sᴛᴀʀᴛ sᴏɴɢ ❜︎

It was sudden; you could even taste his strawberry chapstick.

Sudden and unexpected, something you didn't quite mind.

You tilted your head to deepen the kiss. Audibly moaning into it as you did so. A sound Bruce loved far too much.

His hands traveled up the sides of your shirt, taking in every inch of skin that he could get to. And everywhere he touched, goosebumps followed like wildfire. His hands weren't exactly the warmest. Despite him being in a warm environment with a warm person overwhelming his senses.

Something about the way he would touch you ever-so-softly always had a sexual affect on you. But we all know he purposefully did it for it to have such a affect on you.

Sadly, like always, the need for air ruins the kiss and caused the two of you to pull away from one another.

You panted a bit as you tried to regain your normal breathing pattern, but found it somewhat difficult. Despite not even kissing for a long period of time.

Bruce chucked at the sight of your flustered state, it never ceased to make him stare at you in pure adoration. Your eyes left his lips and traveled up to meet his love-stricken gaze, and it made your eyes widen in slight surprise. Just by the way he stared at you, you knew this man really loved you.

'He's staring at me as if we are in one of those cheesy Wattpad books..'

A smile made its way to your face as you realized what mood Bruce was trying his hardest to set.

"You are so corny." You mumbled, staring at the glint of mischief that flashed in Bruce's dark brown orbs. "And you.." He trailed off as he skillfully flipped the two of you over so you were below him and him now on top. "love it."

Before you could indulge further in his self-praise, Bruce had already began planting hickeys against the skin on your neck. As always, his lips felt smooth and soft against your skin. Unbelievably making butterflies flutter around in your lower stomach, sooner or later traveling to between your thighs. Forcing you to clench your thighs for the least bit of friction.

Creating yet another feeling of pleasure.

Bruce pulled away from your neck and got closer to your ear, now gripping at your waist to stop you from squirming.

"Someone's turned on.. how lewd~"

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