𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏

𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲-𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

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𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 in your life have you felt so... royal. Maybe not royal, but certainly someone that is surrounded by riches and living a lavish life. The bedroom Bruce had you sit and wait in is nothing like the rest of the home.

The main color palette is black, white, grey, and occasionally some gold. It is more of a modern aesthetic, and you sure as hell don't hate it. There are large windows that are right across from the bed so that it's facing outside. The view is honestly breathtaking. You can even see some clouds, that's how far up on the mountains y'all are.

You just wish it wasn't raining so you can view the landscape better with sunshine instead of dark clouds and now heavy rain. But that doesn't necessarily mean you don't enjoy the sight, it is still as good as it probably normally is.

And of course, the bed you are in is just as extravagant, you are sure Bruce made it as perfect as he humanly could. It is a canopy bed with four posters, with the part that drapes over the sides being black and basically hides the inside.

The inside has grey sheets, and pillows that are white and gold. There is a tv in the room, but it's off to the side and out of the way of the beautiful view of the mountains and such.

'Where is Bruce with that 'surprise' he said he had?'

You've been sitting in the room for almost an hour now and your curiosity is starting to get the better of you. 'Fuck it. Intrusive thoughts always win anyways.' Wasting no more time, you got up and made your way to the door.

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The wonderful aroma of basically heaven fills your nostrils as you make your way closer to the kitchen. Bruce's humming even begins to get louder and clearer to your ears, you don't even think he is humming to anything specific.

You turn the corner into the kitchen and your breathing stops almost immediately at the breathtaking sight.

There, in all of his glory, is Bruce. He is completely shirtless and the only other things he are wearing are boxers and... Spongebob and Patrick socks, which are quite questionable. His hair is pulled back and out of his face, giving you an even better view of his god-like features. And it is quite obvious that he decided to shave his stubble. All though it wasn't much and you would have to try hard to even see notice it.

Although you can't see what he is cooking from where you are, you know it will be good just by the smell of it. You slowly walked closer to him━︎ careful not to make any noise ━︎with a mischievous thought swirling in your mind. 'He always does it to me.. so why not do it to him for a change?'

You walked up behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist. But much to your dismay, he didn't flinch or do anything that tells you he is surprised by your sudden pop-up.

He simply glanced down at you and hummed before putting most of his attention back on the food. "Someone couldn't wait to get their surprise. That's a shame." He sounded unamused as he spoke, his voice void of any emotion as if he knew you'd eventually cave in and come to him.

A frown made its way to your face at his lack of amusement. The way he is acting was surely not something you expected. "Sorry I guess... I just go bored in that room all by myself-" He cut you off with a throaty chuckle, "You don't have to explain yourself, I apologize for making you feel like you even needed to explain yourself. You don't." His words hit you a bit harder than you would have thought, in a good way.

"I could make it up to you for ruining your surprise though," You whispered as you lightly brushed your fingers over Bruce's sides, enjoying the way he shudders at such a simple thing. And the way he tries so hard to hide his reactions.

It is all quite a view everyone needs to witness before death.

Your hands eventually move lower and to the waistband of Bruce's boxers, where you teasingly tugged at it. "Only if you want to of course." You purposefully grazed your fingers over his rising bulge. In which he breathed in sharply and exhaled shakily, his grip on the wooden mixing spoon becoming quite harder. Making the poor thing almost break.

"L-Love.." He whispers as he still struggles to keep his cool and continue to cook the food. But it is very much obvious that he is the least bit turned on by your actions. His cheeks are reddened, his jaw is clenched, and he keeps messing up while trying to do a thing as simple as mixing the soup. It still amazes you how fast he goes from top to bottom.

You ignore what Bruce is trying to tell you and instead pretend to innocently stare at the food. He finally stops stirring whatever soup he was stirring and turns around to look down at you. "Why are you being so horny and difficult?" He breathed, staring at you with half-lidded and hazed eyes that make you weak in the knees instantly.

A seemingly innocent, toothy grin flashes across your face. But it doesn't convince him even the slightest. If anything, it just makes him more suspicious of you. "Y/n.." He warns, trying to figure out what your intentions are.

It's safe to say that he doesn't like not knowing something. Especially when it comes to your mischievous mind.

"What is it, love?" You emphasized the word 'love', just to mess with him further. Bruce narrowed his eyes at you before humming as if he realized what you are doing.

"Y/n I am not going to fuck you before dinner. Stop it."

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