Marvel and DC Imagines

Missed (Bruce Wayne x Reader)

Very dirty, ;)
Skip this one if you want fluff...
Well, the next one isn't exactly fluff either.

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Y/N smiled as Bruce entered her apartment.

His dark hoodie thrown across her couch, revealing his white tee and black sweats.

His black hair was messed, probably from working out. Bruce's blue eyes darkened, with lust or anger, Y/N wasn't sure.

"Hello, Bruce." She greeted, "How nice it is to see you again."

"Where were you?" He asked, walking towards her.

"I was out of town," she said, smiling a sultry smile. "some business stuff, you know how it is."

"For a month?" He asked, not sure.

"Well, the other end didn't want to do it the peaceful way so..." She shrugged. Her tone was playful, her eyes where mischievous, knowing how Bruce wanted her but played innocent. At least until he admitted it out loud.

"What did you do?" He asked, his eyes wandering down to her thin black tank top and grey shorts. It didn't help his problem by her hair down and loose, framing her playful smile.

"The usual, none of your business." She said. They where now really close, their chest almost touching. "Would you like a drink?" She asked, innocently, walking away to the kitchen.

Bruce growled lightly, frustrated. His finger ran through his hair as he tried not to rip it out. Being deprived of sex for a mont has been hard. Especially when all the girls who throw themselves to him wasn't his girlfriend.

"I got merlot, vodka, budlight—because I'm cheap." She laughed a little. Her butt was sticking up and she knew it, making Bruce's pants more tighter.

When she turned around, with the same smile that held secrets.

"Or would you prefer juice?" She asked.

Bruce grabbed her wrist and pinned to the cool fridge behind her.

"I prefer you." He whispered in her ear, sending goosebumps down her arms, making her wetter by the second.

"Is that so." She answered, running her fingers down his bare arms, giving him tingles.

"You've been gone for a month, I missed you." He said, toying with the bottom of her tank top.

"Or you miss my body." She snorted. "I wonder how many times you jacked off when I was gone."

Bruce slammed his lips into hers, their bodies filling in the gaps between them. His lips coaxed her open as he slipped his tongue into hers, sucking in the tender flesh. His hand pulled the thin tank top from her as he took off his own tee.

"Way to much." He breathed, connecting his lips to her jaw.

"What do you think about?" She asked, running her fingers along his body.

"You, as always." Bruce mumbled into her skin.

His hands grabbed her thighs and lifted her up as she wrapped her legs around his waist. She slid off the fridge and continues kissing in somewhere more private.

A low groan escaped his mouth as her hand massaged him through his pants.

"I'm curious," she said, raising a eyebrow. "Why don't you show me what you think about."

His mouth found her sensitive spot as she let out a small moan.

"You dug this grave yourself." He warned. "There's no going back."

The couple continued to her, now warm, bedroom, leaving the cool fridge and shirts on the floor.