𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲

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"𝐈'𝐌 hungry," you mumbled, "but still, fuck you." Just because you're hungry, that doesn't mean you'll just forget and forgive him. As you cross your arms over your chest with a huff, Bruce laughs to himself at your childishness. He finds it funny how you act when you're annoyed or upset even the slightest. Everything you do amuses him.

He walks around the kitchen island and puts the two plates on the table in the dining room before coming back and getting the rest of the food to also put on the table.

All while you just sit there on the counter, wondering how the hell you managed to even get at this point in life. One measly one night stand with a rich man turned into that same millionaire cooking you dinner a month and a half later. Mama always did say you had the looks for it, and who are you to ignore your mother's blessings and true words?

But the one thing that your mother was wrong about was the fact that she said you would have to cook and clean for your future boyfriend, but God was she wrong. Bruce is probably always doing the opposite of what your mother would want. Instead of you obeying his every command and doing most of the cooking and cleaning, Bruce does it.

And does he ever complain about it? Not at all.

"Would you like me to carry you to your throne, my queen?"

Snapping out of your thoughts, you come face to face with a smirking Bruce who obviously has hidden intentions. Just the way he looks at you makes you think he has something mischievous planned. But after a short moment, you finally shrug off your thoughts and nod. "Yes, but treat your queen with the best transportation there is," you pointed your finger in his face, "or she will behead the likes of you."

He nods his head, staying true to the little roleplay the two of you have going on. How you became royalty and how he became the peasant is very much unbeknownst to him. "As you wish, my queen." He wrapped his arms around your figure and picked you up, with his hands now under your ass.

A satisfied hum passes through your lips as you allow the quite strong male to carry you to one of your many favorites things; food. You just seem to fit perfectly in his arms.

Once he makes it to the dining table, he sits you down in one of the chairs and goes to sit in a chair of his own. But you aren't focused on him. You're more focused on the plates of food that are hot and ready just for you. Steam is even still rising from the multiple plates of food.

"Y/n you can stop staring and salivating at my wonderful works of art, y'know? You can start eating if you like." He mused, grabbing a fork to begin eating his own food. Not before blowing it off of course. After all, he can't burn his tongue before having the chance to pleasure you with it. It'll ruin most of his plans ━︎ As he watches you eat his well-made food, he can't help but feel complete in the sweet moment.

How couldn't he be?

He's found the woman of his dreams all because Clark managed to get him out of his home for a night.

❛︎ T I M E S K I P ❜︎

A groan escaped your lips as you pushed the plate away from you and laid your head on the table, "Maybe I ate too much.." you mumbled. Your stomach feels overly full and you are sure that a bump can be noticeable; no matter how much you try to convince yourself that one isn't there.

"Maybe━but at least you enjoyed it. And that lets me know my cooking is better than-"

"Stop," you lifted your head up to look at Bruce, "you better not say Alfred. That man is obviously better at cooking, he pays more attention to detail, and he is just better over all." And with those quite degrading words towards him, you laid your head back down on the table.

Bruce's eyes widens slightly as he processes your words. But what did he expect? Although he doesn't want to admit it, he knows how much you loved ━︎ and still do ━︎ Alfred's food. But even though he already knew how you'd react, he still finds the words a bit more hurtful than usual.

You notice the slight frown on his face and immediately feels bad for what you said. "Awww Bruce.. I'm sorry sweetheart. I didn't mean to say it like that; I swear." Without a second thought, you get up and quickly aid to his most likely hurt ego. In which he gladly accepts by wrapping his arms around your waist and laying his head on your chest. "You're so soft~" He teased; his words muffled by the fabric of your robe.

"And you're hard." You stated, rolling your eyes.

He looks up at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Only for you, love." And with that, he winked and laid his head back down on your chest. Agitating you further. Oh how bad you want to push him out of the chair just to watch him fall, but you're better than that and you don't let your intrusive thoughts win like always. Which is another thing that you honestly have never actually noticed that much.

"Okay, cuddling time is over." You state as you push Bruce's head off of you, "Time for whatever the hell you have next on your 'Perfect Date Night' list." Putting your hands on your hips, you await his next response.

Bruce folds his arms. A pout now visible on his lips and an obvious furrow in his eyebrows. "Well since you so rudely interrupted my quality time in between your breast, I don't think I should tell you." He turns his head to the side, seemingly 'offended' by your actions.

But honestly, you don't care that much.

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