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hii :) i was wondering if you could write an enemies to lovers jamie tartt x reader fic where maybe she’s the sister of someone on the team and hates jamie from the minute they meet but after an unexpected night together, reader realizes she could be falling for him

idk if that makes sense 🫣🫠

A/N: Of course! I changed it a bit, I apologize. I hope you like it!

Warnings: Possible spoilers, Slight angst, Mentions of Jamie's dad, and more.

Word Count: 463

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From what [Y/N] had heard Jamie Tartt was a grade A asshole. She felt the same way once she met him; Jamie is full of himself, a self righteous, pretentious prick who had to be better than everyone else.

“Jamie Tartt I’ve heard about you.” Jamie wondered his way toward [Y/N] and Colin. [Y/N] and Colin had been best friends since forever. [Y/N] held out her hand to greet Jamie.

“I don’t really shake hands.” Jamie spoke unphased by [Y/N]’s statement. Of course she’s heard of him, he’s Jamie fucking Tartt. Jamie told Colin off for not passing to him before he left showing [Y/N] that she truly hated him. There was no ‘good game’ before he left, he just left.

It was such a shitty first impression that [Y/N] was convinced that Jamie Tartt was the one person in the world she strongly disliked more than anything in the world. Which was what made accepting that he changed over the past two years so difficult. Even when watching the football matches on the television every pass he made to other teammates. Unbeknownst to her the growing anger laced a much stronger emotion.

“Daydreaming?” Jamie asked. She was there in the locker room earlier and went to Jamie’s hotel room to ‘know if he’s okay’. The locker room after the match was hard to watch when Jamie’s dad showed up which placed [Y/N]’s misplaced anger onto Jamie’s father, a man who deserved it.

“Yeah, I guess.” [Y/N] spoke defensively. Jamie took a seat on the couch one cushion away from her.

“I’m not the best at reacting.” Jamie tried to make conversation and he chuckled dryly. [Y/N] just nodded.

“But uhm..” Jamie tried to think about what to say. [Y/N]’s crying was guilt mixed with an aforementioned laced emotion and the stress she was under at her job.

“We don’t have to talk about it, if you don’t want to.” [Y/N] looked at him and his uneasy smile.

“He’s the reason I tried my hardest. Called me weak, a pussy…” Jamie trailed off trying to come up with the words for an apology for the things he’s done in the past to her and to the team.

“I guess I'm trying to say I'm sorry.” Jamie spoke, hanging his head, while [Y/N] felt the conflict of emotion that filled her. The true emotion made itself known, but now wasn’t the best time to admit to her now realized crush.

“I forgive you, I can’t imagine the hell you’ve been put through.” [Y/N] placed her hand on his shoulder and he glanced at her, the expression on his face said it all. Now, just wasn't the time.

#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt #ted lasso apple tv #jamie tartt x f!reader #jamie tartt fanfiction #angst

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I am going to take a break over this week (or attempt to) as I recover from the weekend and the previous week. Thank you for understanding, and I will have more stuff out next week.

#fanfic writing #writer #fanfiction #dc universe #ted lasso fanfiction #last of us fanfiction

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Sloppy || General!Bruce Wayne x F!Reader

A/N: I wrote this at 3am one night, forgot I had it.

Warnings: Smut, Oral (M Receiving), Probably more

Word Count: 1427

“Bruce?” [Y/N] asked watching Bruce without the cowl on with the rest of the suit resting on his muscle. She let her mind wander off to how hot she’d look on her knees with Bruce above.

“Hm?” He hummed in response while he took care of the batsuit.

“Can I suck you off?” [Y/N] stared at her shirtless husband who was currently working on getting his pants off. Bruce stopped midway to cock an eyebrow at her, the question was confusing as to her sudden bluntness. Sure she had been teasing him all night, working him up even if she didn’t mean too. Bruce worked his pants even quicker revealing his black boxers, he questioned if there was an alternative motive to having him cum down her throat.

“May need some work before you put it in..” Bruce wasn’t hard yet, some soft touches would do him good. He wasn’t going to deny such a nice request even if they were in the batcave. [Y/N] sank to her knees still in her suit but without the mask. Luckily, her hair was still pulled back in a ponytail.

“Really eager aren’t you, baby?”

“I want to please you, I want it rough.” Bruce could promise rough, he could assume she would cum by just his words at least that’s what he thought as the lust overcame him.

“All you, honey.” Bruce gazes down at [Y/N] watching as she hooks her thumbs into his waistband slowly pulling down the fabric. [Y/N] looked sexy on her knees, so eager, and willing, and..

“Could you go any slower?” Bruce was growing impatient. [Y/N] tried to tease Bruce a little more as he watched her, waiting to critique her every move. Bruce’s wife wanted rough, he could provide rough. He would allow himself to slip into that part.

“You don’t want me to say you can’t suck me off, do you? As much as it would annoy me to be hard and have to get myself off, I will if it becomes necessary.”

“Yes, sir.” [Y/N] looks up at Bruce through her eyelashes innocently while her tone is sultry. [Y/N] worked Bruce’s boxers off much quicker then she was working previously. Once Bruce’s cock was freed from its confines [Y/N] wasted no time putting him in her mouth which earned a small groan from him.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it? My cock hardening in your mouth? I bet it makes you feel special doesn’t it, baby.” Bruce was crossing things off mentally while he ran through a list still keeping himself in the moment. [Y/N] bobbed her head upward testing herself with how much of him she could take so far.

“Oh, baby.. Did I tell you to move?” Bruce knew what he was doing, there was a reason “playboy” was in his title. Bruce pulled [Y/N] off his cock by the ponytail.

“No.”

“What’s that, baby?” Bruce’s hand trailed from her ponytail to her neck, his thumb over [Y/N]’s bottom lip. The sight was heaven sent if heaven was as sinful as this moment.

“No, sir.” [Y/N] sat on her heels waiting for Bruce to give her the word. Bruce leaned down to kiss her on the lips before whispering in her ear.

“You sure?” It was a question of whether or not she truly wanted this but it also covered another question that ate at Bruce.

“Yes.. I want you, I promise you won’t hurt me.” [Y/N] kissed his cheek before Bruce returned to standing up straight. He had no problem with being bossy but when it came to the amount of degradation [Y/N] liked. It’s not that Bruce was uncomfortable about it, he was just unsure. Sure he’s had one night stands that were much kinkier but with [Y/N] it was different, she was his wife.

“Take my cock to the back of your throat, baby.” [Y/N] braced herself using Bruce’s muscular thighs. [Y/N] opened her mouth hollowing her cheeks as she slid onto Bruce’s dick, trying her hardest to take him fully.

“That’s not good enough, bitch.” It slipped from Bruce’s mouth as [Y/N] tried to take more of him into her mouth. His words were an accident but [Y/N]’s hum of pleasure that sent a shockwave through his body. One that caused him to get harder on top of his full erection.

“It’s like this.” Bruce used the back of [Y/N]’s head to his advantage forcing himself fully into [Y/N]’s mouth. Bruce gave a small thrust hearing [Y/N] gag slightly, he would give anything to have more control over himself then he had.

“Fuck, you think you’re good at this?” Bruce chuckled darkly before [Y/N] pulled back and bobbed up his length again this time taking him all the way in.

“You want some control? Take it before I change my mind, dirty girl.” [Y/N] found a rhythm that would have Bruce cumming in a few minutes if he wasn’t edging himself.

“Breathe. I don’t want you literally suffocating around my cock.” Bruce helped a little as he thrust his cock into [Y/N]’s mouth meeting her every time she pulled back. [Y/N] worked on her breathing just as [Y/N] had practiced. [Y/N] saliva built at the corner of her mouth covering Bruce’s cock with every thrust and bob.

“Baby, you wanna be a real slut for me?” Bruce intentionally lowered his voice while [Y/N] moaned on the cock that was fucking her mouth. [Y/N] humed in response as Bruce groaned while his breathing picked up. Bruce took his control back from [Y/N] grabbing onto the ponytail and forcing her to meet his thrusts.

“Beg me.. beg me to cum.” Bruce grunted again he felt the familiar heaviness throughout his cock and balls. Bruce could and would have taken at least an hour to cum if he had been trying. Bruce didn’t want to try, at least not tonight. He’ll make up for it another night.

“Ooo.. that’s right, you can’t. You fucking can’t.” Bruce’s thrusts gain more speed before becoming slightly more erratic. He couldn’t have been ready to cum already, maybe it was due to the fact he was tired after patrol. Bruce quickly pulls [Y/N] off his dick to hear her response.

“Bruce!” [Y/N] started feeling the effects of the sloppy blowjob, his cock was big and thick. [Y/N] had been unconsciously digging her dull fingernails into Bruce’s thighs. Bruce pulled her back onto his cock returning to the previous ministrations, fucking [Y/N]’s throat. [Y/N]’s hum was what caused him from fucking her throat to fucking her throat. Bruce’s breath hitched as he thrusted harder [Y/N] could feel the tension in her slack jaw.

“You ha-have no I-idea what the f-fucking hell you do.. do to me.” [Y/N] tried to meet his thrusts even while he was still in control of her head and how she bobbed up and down his hard cock. Bruce’s cock twitches when [Y/N]’s fingers dig deeper into Bruce’s thighs. Bruce groans once again his groans and grunting becoming much more frequent proving how close he was to orgasm. A few more minutes and Bruce’s thrust turns erratic, begging Bruce to let himself cum.

“Whe-where you want me?” Bruce pulled out of her mouth wrapping his hand around his member while his thumb pressed down on the top of his cock. [Y/N] simply pointed to her mouth as talking hurt more than it should have. Soon enough Bruce came hard with a final thrust into the back of [Y/N]’s throat without speaking another word. Bruce’s pornographic groan lowered the original octave of his voice which sent a wave through [Y/N]’s body. Bruce rode himself through his orgasm before pulling out.

“Let’s go take a shower.” Bruce spoke once he had regained his bearings and dressed. Bruce picked up [Y/N] bridal style, dropping his emotionless act. [Y/N]’s jaw hurt but it was to be expected when [Y/N] asked him to be rough. [Y/N] nodded at Bruce’s idea of a shower which may turn into another round if not then it would only be part of his aftercare routine.

“As much as I know it turns you on.. that was all an act. I love you.”

“I know, Bruce. I love you too.”

#bruce wayne #bruce wayne smut #bruce wayne x fem!reader #batman x reader #batman smut #dc x reader #dc fanfic #dc universe

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Scratches || General!Harvey Dent x F!Reader

A/N: I had thoughts about scratching Two-Face and how he would react after.. This is the by-product.

Warnings: Scratching, Smut, Mentions of blood, Probably more.

Word Count: 446

“Don’t be afraid to scratch us up.”

“We can take it, doll.” Harv thrusted his hips upward making [Y/N] gasp out. Harv had taken over from here after a flip of a coin. Double headed with one side scratched up. Harv’s side won.

“I.. I don’t want to hurt either of you.”

“Don’t worry about college boy. We like the marks.” Harv husked into [Y/N]’s ear before thrusting quickly. [Y/N] dug her nails into either side of their back as Harv started moving, fucking himself into her.

“H-harv..” [Y/N] moaned out as she dug her nails deeper into his back and the roughness of Harv’s movements caused the bleeding. Harv used his hand to move one of [Y/N]’s hands to their chest, where the line met.

“Ahh.. Good girl.” Harv groaned into [Y/N]’s ear, quickening his pace. Her deep nails combined with Harv’s movements made it perfect, the red marks that would have no other way but bleeding slightly. [Y/N]’s other hand found Harvey’s shoulder and dug as deep as she could.

“Mark us, doll.” Harv grunted yet again. He was loud and mixing the undeniable pleasure with a sting of pain.

“Mark us, till there ain’t a part of our body that doesn’t feel tender.” Tonight was going to be a long night. Especially per Harv’s request, he was quick and rough and liked to see the slight blood that gathered at [Y/N]’s fingernails. Their blood, the rawest form of passion.

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“Argh.. Fuck.” Harvey was checking out the marks in the mirror, accidentally touching one that was overly tender. Before checking out the hickeys on their neck and chest, a shirt aggravated their skin much more than usual.

“Remind me to do this on a day when we don't got meetings.”

“Only if you would listen to me, I strictly told you nothing rough.”

“It’s in my nature, college boy.”

“Morning, Harvey.” [Y/N] kissed Harvey twice. One for Harvey and one for Harv. [Y/N] watched Harvey react to the scratches and the markings.

“Ahh.. Morning, baby.” Harvey moved [Y/N]’s hand from his shoulder carefully minding the tenderness there.

“I-I…”

“Don’t worry, he’s right. We like the marks.”

“Makes him feel good, appreciated.”

“A little more than that, but yes.”

“Makes you feel… owned?”

“Baby, we got things to do today.” Harvey warned in a softer manner than what Harv would have, but she was right. The thought made him hard. Harv and Harvey were the only ones who could make [Y/N] feel so good and she made them feel even better with or without sex.

#harvey dent x f!reader #harvey dent smut #dc x reader #dc fanfic #dc universe #harvey dent fanfic #two face #two face x f!reader #two face smut

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The Biggest Blow to One's Ego // General!Edward Nygma x F!Riddler

A/N: I wrote this ages ago and was not originally going to post it.

Warnings: OOC Edward Nygma(?), SMUT, PURE SMUT. First person POV, Probably more.

Word Count: 2179

“Oh fuck — you naughty.. naughty girl.” Riddler groans as he watches my body, my breasts and bra slowly being exposed. Sending the Riddler nudes while he was working was my first mistake. Telling him he had to finish his project before he could touch me was my second. Currently he had me undressing, watching me reveal myself. He wasn’t watching for his pleasure, oh no, he has too big an ego for that. Riddler was watching for any reason to punish me, I’ve learned this.

“My intellect outmatches my body, meaning I do not require these physical ministrations. Yet here you are desperate to fuck me, while I make you wait.” Eddie kept his clothes on, not concerning himself with the noticeable bulge that tented his pants and the way I clouded his thoughts. Riddler was a tease, he needed me to know I am inferior. Having sex with Edward Nygma was the lowest blow to someone’s ego, nearly everyone’s except his. I watched as he meticulously shifted his weight on his feet, he was growing impatient.

“I understand.”

“No, you don’t. You send these images expecting no consequences. My dear, this world does not revolve around you, nor does it bend to your command much less does Gotham. If I were any other man you sent yourself too I would have fucked you hard and been done. Luckily for you I am the Riddler, and I will force you to scream out my name. I will make you beg for me.” I kept undressing while listening to his words, if there was a lesson I missed it. Eddie had no idea how distracting he was which was surprising. I threw my shirt to the floor after it came off my head, then worked on my pants before I felt a warm breath on my neck, hands resting on my hips from behind.

“P-please?” I turned around to face him before I was about to get on my knees. Riddler simply said nothing and rather his actions speak for him, he pushed me to a wall.

“Please? Please what?” There was an edge to his voice, something he did not want to be discovered. Maybe a desperation of his own body betraying his overly intelligent mind.

“Please! Please fuck me, make me your pretty little slut.” Riddler breaks out in laughter before pulling away from his closeness, his hands removing themselves from my shoulders.

“Such a desperate attempt.” Riddler found how needy I could be humorous, it was a major ego boost he would drag out as long as possible.

“You haven’t even attempted to touch me and assume I would fuck you. My dear, this.. this is not how it works.” Eddie leans in close, his body mere centimeters from mine. His lips ghosting mine an attempt to show who has the higher ground. I thought over his words and leaned forward, closing the gap and connecting our lips.

“You're too predictable, try again.” Eddie pulls back from the desperate attempt of a kiss. Riddler placed his hands on my shoulders redoing the scene before I kissed him. I thought about possible outcomes willing to try once again until I got it right, just for him to do something about the unbearable heat in my core. My hands went from my sides and hooked into his trousers waistband, I tried to pull him as close as humanly possible before noticing he wasn’t moving.

“Weak. Must you be so unoriginal?” He set up the scenario once more. I did the one thing I thought he would have predicted, I temporarily stripped his control away from him. I hooked myself to him in a way that forced our positions to change, he was the one with his back to the wall while I kissed him. He kissed back his hands undoing my pants while I worked on his. I finally got to the reaction he was looking for, something that threw him through a very quick loop. Eddie worked off the rest of my clothes while I helped him out of his, he had been a tease all night. Ever since those damned photos I sent.

“My dear, you have no idea what I could do to you and your self-esteem.” That was the closest to an I love you Eddie ever got. He said it once before as a slip up, his emotions were well under his control. What would make him lose grasp of such simple words? To this day one of the greatest riddles he ever gave me. Once he finished undressing he quickly switched positions again, not saying another word. I placed my lips to his and tried to wrap my legs around his waist, the soft groan that escaped his lips forced me to hide a smile. Eddie’s hands quickly found their way to keep me stable, while he found his way inside of me. I let out a long moan as he pushed all the way in too slow, making me want to beg for him. Tell him I need him to pleasure me, my plan all along.

“I ne-“

“Shut up.” Eddie demanded as he pulled himself all the way out only to bottom out yet again. He found a pace that would have me begging for him, the slow drag of his hard cock against my walls.

“I only want to hear how I make you feel. Such a dirty slut to have me like this, aren’t you?”

“Riddler, you feel so good.” I unintentionally moan and clamp down around him. Feeling the pleasure crash over him like a wave he slows his movements to the point he is barely moving at all.

“Please! I want.. No, I need you to annihilate me. I beg of you.” I pleaded as if my life depended on it, he was horrible with how far he would go to tease me. I would have been used to this by now if it weren’t for my desperate need for him. I knew he would give into his own primal needs some time soon. He kept me around him for a reason, I was dating him for a reason.

“So desperate.” Riddler gave into his needs and mine. His slow dragging became quick snaps of his hips, he switched his speed mid thrust causing me to moan out. He changed his pace so quickly I felt my head spinning, dizzy, incapable of focusing on his thrusts. The way he hit all my spots and could have me cumming in seconds.

“Riddler! Fuck!”

“Such a dirty mouth on you, my slut.. maybe I’ll allow you to suck me dry.” If I could tell him, if he would give me a moment to catch up with reality.. my head grows lighter as Riddler adds his lips to mine while his hand comes to choke me. His hand clamped down hard enough to add pain to the pleasure and enough to make the kiss the reason I had difficulty breathing. Riddler didn’t stop, he was incapable of it, this fed his ego and control too much. It made him feel good, not just physically but mentally too. Eddie knew I was under him, his every last movement was in his control he could stop randomly just to see how I reacted. He fed on every last moan, mewl, cry, etc that fell from my lips.

“EDDIE!” I yell out as he stops his movements. Pulling back from the kiss and stopping his thrusts midway into me.

“This lesson you never learn. This memory you cannot keep. Yet, I am the reason for your happiness. What am I?” Riddler was naked, deep within me, his lover. His lips brushed against my neck as he spoke his riddle, I didn’t have time to assess the consequences of not getting the riddle right.

“It’s either death or birth.” I answer. I try my hardest to understand his words, to get my bearings about me. Clearly he found the answer he was looking for as he continued his quick thrusts almost immediately after I answered his riddle. His forearm rested against the wall for his support and his other was wrapped around my lower half to keep me up. His lips found my neck suckling and biting my sensitive skin, trailing down my neck to my collarbone bone before dragging his teeth over the wet line he created. He drove me out of my mind, absolutely insane. Riddler had me crying out for him to let me cum.

“Not yet, my darling. I have not had my fun.” It looked and sounded like he was having fun or maybe it was my fuzzy brain unable to focus. By the sound of it he was going to fuck my brains out, make me a babbling mess that is unable to answer a riddle for his own meanings.

“P…please!!” I yell trying not to mumble, begging him to let me cum. I let him edge me.. No, he let me edge myself. That was the lesson, I was in his complete and utter control. His power and dominance was a gift, his body was a gift. He could see it in my face, he pulled out, releasing me from the wall forcing me into the bedroom so he could have his ‘fun.’ I followed him even though I felt my legs would give out while I walked. He threw me onto the bed without a care in the world for anyone’s well being other than his. The change in scenery seemed to lift his mood, this was where he was going to enjoy himself.

“You do not deserve me. Do you understand?” Eddie asked climbing over my weak form. I knew consciously that it was an act, something to arouse me as it had worked. Though it felt so personal as if he meant it genuinely. Maybe I didn’t deserve him.

“I am waiting for your answer…” he said, growing impatient.

“I think I do.” My voice gave away my emotions about his previous words. Riddler disregarded my words and kissed my lips before positioning my leg over his hip. Eddie dragged himself back into me, finding a comfortably quick place. Riddler’s hips snapped back and forth.

“You do not deserve my cock.” He groans, feeling my walls clench hard around his cock.

“Agh…” Riddler groans deep within his chest knowing he was nearing his own edge. He wasn’t proud nor impressed of how long I had been holding out for him, but he was glad I did even if he wouldn’t admit it. Eddie kisses under my ear before whispering a demand.

“Now, cum now.” I fall into my ecstasy while Riddler cums as well. The combination nearly knocked me off center, Riddler rode through our orgasms. When he pulled out I detached my lips from his body as I admired my work, his deep purple markings that nearly matched the ones on my own.

“I’m not done with you.” He announces taking a second to catch his breath. He got off the bed while I followed him to position myself.

“Suck.” I promptly got to work. My tongue tracing the underside of his cock I tasted our mixed juices, the salty and bitter tastes.

“I want you to make me feel as good as I made you feel, although I doubt you could. I am far too skillful for you to ever be able to make me feel satisfied.” I pulled every knowledge I kept of how to suck his dick. Riddler groaned before tangling his hand in my hair, allowing him the control he needed to have. I let my tongue lick his slit very quickly before he pushed me down his length, I looked up at him through my eyelids. This was the best head by far he had ever gotten, although he would not admit it nor did he want to.

“Is this really a-all you’ve got?” I hummed with his cock in my mouth sending a shockwave of unexpected pleasure through his body. Eddie could have cum by that pleasure alone, he was so close but purposefully held back. He was not capable of allowing me to win. I took him deeper and my nails dug at his lower back in a desperate attempt at keeping my ground.

“Co-come on. Do better!” He demands loudly. His control and ego failed him for once, he was going to win even if his self-control was straining and becoming a grain of sand. I mumbled the permission for him to cum through vibrations. Riddled tried to hold off a little more before disrupting his rhythm, and pushed himself down my throat. He came with a groan that stayed within his chest. Riddler growled as he kept me sucking him off until he grew soft in my mouth. Eddie’s hand removed itself from my head before he moved away from the situation to go find his clothes and do whatever he had been before. While I laid on the bed, unable to think straight.

#edward nygma x reader #edward nygma #riddler x reader #edward nygma x f!reader #x fem!reader #riddler x f!reader #dc universe #fanfiction #dc fanfic #riddler smut #edward nygma smut #riddler fanfic #first person pov

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Only For You || General!Bruce Wayne x F!Reader

A/N: Not Proofread. Reader is female, and Bruce's wife (Which is mentioned).

Warnings: Smut, PURE SMUT, slight fluff at the end(?), Probably more

Word Count: 1028

Bruce’s gentle kiss was turning into something heated and sinful by the second. His arm wrapped around [Y/N]’s hips picking her up with what seemed like very little effort. Pushing them both to the bed letting them have very little time to rip each other's clothes off before lips were crashing against each other again. Bruce pulled back to quickly strip off the batsuit as [Y/N] laid on the bed working her own clothes off.

“I want you… Couldn’t wait.” Bruce spoke with the deeper voice of Batman. Bruce of course had asked for her permission before he came home, through text. Bruce quickly makes his way on top of [Y/N], missionary would have to do for the night. As if it were planned Bruce lined himself up at the same time that [Y/N] wrapped her leg around his lower back while her other leg hung over his shoulder. Bruce’s hand held her hip while the other kept his stability and trapped both [Y/N]’s wrists under it. Bruce looked up at [Y/N] searching for any sign of displeasure before he bottomed out in one swift thrust causing them both to react verbally. Bruce let [Y/N] adjust to his length before slowly pulling out and thrusting back in. The need Bruce experienced was written all over him.

“I love you. Such a good girl, taking me like that.” Bruce eases into a comfortable rhythmic thrusting, quicker then he would have had had he not been so needy. Bruce angled himself slightly, gaining the reaction he was looking for; a drawn out moan of his name. He worked on his pace slowly gaining more and more speed until he had no choice but to snap his hips.

“B-Bruce!” [Y/N] moans out as Bruce thrusts his length against [Y/N]’s sweetest spots. Bruce pulled out to correct their position both of [Y/N]’s legs wrapped around Bruce’s hips and he used both his hands for stability.

“Bruce.. Mhp.. Bruce, you f-feel amazing.” [Y/N] musters out while tugging Bruce to kiss her. Their lips connected in an unrivaled passion, saying all they needed to in between the sheets. Bruce moves his lips from [Y/N]’s lips to her neck, suckling his mark onto her. [Y/N]’s fingers dig into Bruce’s back the muscular yet soft flesh. Bruce grunted as his cock thrusted yet again against [Y/N]’s sweet spots.

“I love you..” Bruce mumbles into the next hickey he sucked onto [Y/N]’s neck. Easy fix was making [Y/N] wear turtlenecks, the fabric clinging to her form; the idea alone was enough to make Bruce’s cock twitch. [Y/N] guided one of Bruce’s hands to her neck to prove to him how much she trusted him. Bruce applied very little pressure, using the current position of his hand to turn her head to the side while he sucked and kissed her neck. The only sound provided in the soundproof master bedroom was the sound of skin slapping skin, their mixed noises and groans, as well as the bed hitting the wall and the bed creaking and groaning.

“Fuck, Bruce!” [Y/N] whined, screwing her eyes closed as Bruce nibbled on her earlobe before whispering deeply.

“That’s my good girl.” Bruce brought his lips back to [Y/N]’s before biting her bottom lip to slip his tongue past, battling [Y/N]'s tongue for dominance. They both breathed shamelessly into the kiss. Sex with Bruce was always a work out, his stamina was unprecedented and he refused to cum unless his wife had done so first.

“cl-close!” [Y/N] whines into the kiss. Bruce’s forehead meets [Y/N]’s breaking the kiss.

“Cum for me, baby. Be a good girl and let me feel you.” Bruce couldn’t help the deeper octave his voice fell to, he was too lust driven to care about anything that wasn’t [Y/N]’s pleasure or his. [Y/N] let go after Bruce gave her permission, the tightening of her walls had Bruce twitching, bringing him much closer to his own orgasm.

“S-so good..” [Y/N] musters with a moan that caused Bruce to follow [Y/N] in her orgasm. Bruce’s warm thick white strands of cum coated [Y/N]’s walls. Bruce rode them through the climax and quickly pulled out to watch the mixed cum leak out of [Y/N]. The sight sent another twitch to Bruce’s member begging him to be back in something.

“Can you go again?” Bruce questioned sitting back on his heels watching [Y/N]’s form for anything that would prove he could hurt her. Overstimulation was fine just as long as it was still pleasurable for [Y/N] and in case it wasn’t they had a safe word in place.

“Y-yeah..” [Y/N] spoke breathlessly and nodded her head slowly. Bruce climbed back over her body placing a much softer kiss to her lips proving to her he cares even if he had been rough.

“I love you.” Bruce whispered, chuckling to himself as the truth of the words set on him once again. It wasn’t just the sex that made Bruce love [Y/N], it was the way she cared for everyone, the way she held some of his same beliefs.

“Do you want to go another round?” Bruce reiterates his question to leave it up to [Y/N] if they were to go again. Bruce also noticed the tiredness and twitchiness in [Y/N]’s disposition.

“We don’t have to if you do not want to.” Bruce added assuring her it was fine if they didn’t, he may actually prefer if they didn’t.

“Can we decide after some tea and a shower?” [Y/N] asked and Bruce nodded. He got off the bed to start the shower and lay out their lounge clothes for when they were going to get tea after the shower.

“I love you, Bruce Wayne.”

“I love you too, [Y/N].” Bruce took her hand that showed off [Y/N]’s diamond ring and kissed her hand before helping her up and into the shower.

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