𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏

𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲-𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞

(Continue the song if you like)
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𝐘𝐎𝐔 refused to make eye-contact with him, feeling as though it was far too embarrassing. His words already had your cheeks dusted with red, so looking at him would only make it worse. Especially because you suck at eye-contact ━︎ A sly smirk makes its way to Bruce's face as he stares up at you. Just the sight of you all flustered was a turn on for him.

He pushed your shirt over your head with ease then tossed the clothing somewhere, his hands soon smoothly ran up your sides. Purposefully inching closer and closer to your bra, making the slow progress damn near torture to you.

"Bruce.." You whined, wrapping your legs around his waist to pull his body closer to your own. The burning feeling of need resides in your body, and you want nothing more than for Bruce to fulfill your desires with his own.

Chuckling, he undid your bra quickly and also discarded of that. "Is it such a crime that I want to appreciate and adore every inch of skin that I can get to? If so then I'll stop."

You know he's teasing you. And you hate it. But you also can't help but feel appreciated by his actions.

Without thinking about it any further, you nodded your head. Earning an hum of approval from Bruce.

He brought his tongue down flatly against your very warm body, licking down from your neck to the middle of your breast. "Bruce.." You hastily called out as you ran your fingers through his already messy hair. "Yes, my love?" He hummed, placing sloppy kisses to your chest. His attention was fully on you, just not the things you were saying.

"Please just touch me already.." As soon as those words rolled off your tongue, his eyes flickered up to meet yours. But you refused eye-contact. The things you had just said were embarrassing- no, humiliating to you.

It's not everyday someone has to mutter those words.

Weak and Vulnerable. That was exactly how you looked to Bruce. God he just wanted to fuck you right then and there and show you just who you belong to. He wanted to make you forget about everything bad that ever happened to you.

But he couldn't, and he wouldn't- y'know what? Fuck it. A breathy sigh escaped his lips whilst his hands found their ways away from your breast and to your hips. The ends of his lips curled into a smirk as he spread your legs apart and pressed himself against you, the bulge pressing into you quite a bit. "You feel that? That's what you did to me."

And sure enough, through his pants, you could basically feel his excitement and need for you. Which was something you loved far too much then you would have liked to admit.

"And you.." He trailed off as he unbuckled and unzipped his pants. "Are going to fix it with that sweet pussy of yours. How does that sound, mommy? Does that sound nice?"

You didn't know if it was the fact that his bulge was pressed against you, or the fact that he called you mommy, but all you did know was that you were for sure turned on.

The song Bruce played a few minutes prior was still playing, somehow making all of that all the better ━︎ Bruce dipped a hand into his boxers and pulled his cock out with ease. And just by the sight of it, you knew you would benefit a lot from this night. The first thing is nothing but pleasure.

He hooked his finger on to the band of your shorts and tugged them off. Leaving you in nothing but your underwear.

"Oh? Look at how wet you are, love. It's amusing." He teased as he rubbed you through your already wet underwear, smearing pre-cum along the cotton fabric.

An electric-like feeling shot through your body, forcing you to take in a sharp breath. Butterflies fluttered- well more like had a field day in your stomach. All things that Bruce does to you with just a little bit of teasing. "Now enough of all of that. Let's get this little party started, hm?" He moved your underwear to the side and rubbed the tip of his cock between your folds, loving every second of the warmth you provided.

Without another warning, he thrusted his hips. Pushing his entire length into you. A loud, breathy moan escaped your parted lips as your head shot back into the pillow.

The feelings of both pleasure and pain swelled in your body.

He looked down at you to make sure you were fine, and the sight he saw made him all the more turned on.

"Jesus Y/n.. how lewd can you get?" he mocked, staring at you with hooded eyes. "But I'm certainly not complaining."

Bruce leaned down and pressed his face into your neck as he began thrusting his hips. Your nails dug into his back slightly, but he didn't mind. Not all. Any sign of pleasure that you shown was all he needed for reassurance that he was doing good enough to please you.

Your body was overwhelmed with pleasure, something that you were surely not familiar with.

While you were a moaning and blushing mess because of Bruce's inhumane hip thrusts, he concerned himself with marking his territory. With hickeys. He trailed sloppy kisses from your shoulder, up your neck, and finally he placed his lips against yours. Igniting a kiss between the two of you.

Tears of pleasure began forming along your waterline, soon enough going down your reddened cheeks. He pulled away from the kiss once he saw the tears and smirked. "There goes the waterworks. I must be fucking you damn good, hm?~"

'He's definitely teasing me' you internally groaned, not even being able to look at the satisfied male. His cockiness was more than enough to keep your eyes away from his.

"Now.. let's see how long you can keep your legs spread."

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