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More Than a Man [Diana Prince X Bruce Wayne] [One-Shot]
🕑 Added 2023-11-24 21:02:56 +0000 UTCSynopsis: Intending to comfort her wounded and brooding lover, the Dark Knight, Diana Prince arrives at Wayne Manor. Doubts and complications arose that evening, but she knew the best way to solve them.
TL;DR - A romantic smut of Wonder Woman and Batman.
Story Setting: DC Animated Series, Justice League Unlimited
Creation of Ms.Squirtle
Aided by MrPlotThickens
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“Diana.”
Superman was a little surprised when he saw Diana walk up the steps towards Wayne Manor.
“Clark,” Diana nodded in greeting. “How is he?”
“Bruce…” Superman sighed, “I don’t think ‘rest’ is even in his vocabulary. He needs time to heal, but I don’t think he even wants any.”
Diana smiled and walked past the big man in red and blue, “One of the things that makes him one of us.”
Superman smiled bitterly and nodded, then he left, walking towards an empty field of green in the large garden of the Wayne Estate and soaring off into the sky.
One of the perks of being a billionaire was having so much space that no one actually could monitor who came and went in detail, not when the owner had more security than a government building. From the outside, Wayne Manor was a regular mansion, but from the inside, it was more like a fortress.
However, only two of his most trusted people were allowed to visit him whenever they wanted.
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Wonder Woman had started a close relationship with Batman and visited him more often. Alfred never even blinked at that fact and allowed Diana to enter anytime she wanted to. He would just take her coat if she had one and inform her of Master Bruce's whereabouts.
Diana smiled happily at him, feeling accepted as part of the family. "Thank you, Alfred," she thanked him as he took her coat.
"Master Bruce is in his bedroom. I believe there has been a disagreement with Master Clark; I do hope you can mediate."
“I understand, Alfred,” she went up the stairs and strode down the hallway, as she had a couple of times before. By this point, Diana had remembered most of the rooms in a maze such as Wayne Manor. However, she does lose her way sometimes or find some new interesting room hidden in the nooks of the old estate.
Diana shook her head, smiling at her own wonder. Bruce was a mortal man who managed to intrigue her after a very long time.
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Bruce sat on his bed, engrossed in perusing several documents.
He turned away from the files in his hands when she entered the room, his eye revealing a hint of captivation at the entrance of the beautiful Themyscirian, adorned in her little black dress.
"You didn’t come from the Watchtower," he said.
Diana glanced down at her simple black dress, contemplating whether to remind him of her existence beyond the Justice League. But instead, she went to his bedside and sat right beside him on the bed.
"Bruce, sometimes I wonder if you think the life outside of the League is merely playing pretend,” she leaned in and took a closer look at the bandage around his head.
“Isn’t it?” Bruce muttered, trying to focus back on the paper in his hands. They were data on some of the people that were in Arkham Asylum. As Batman, he had to always keep his eye on them whenever he had time to spare.
Diana laid her hands on the documents, disrupting his focus. She tried to act more caring, trying to shift his focus more towards healing. “Have you eaten?"
"…”
“Maybe it’s time for you to go home," Bruce deflected and tried to pull the papers away, not even looking at her. However, her grip was stronger than an average woman’s.
"Am I no longer a welcome presence in Wayne Manor?" She asked, her face drawing nearer to his.
Bruce hesitated, then straightened his back on the headboard, revealing the bandaged muscles on his chest, "That’s not what I meant."
"Then am I no longer welcome in Bruce Wayne’s bed?" she pressed on, her hands sinking into the bed, leaning closer to his body as she brushed the papers aside. Diana noticed the subtle clench of his hand, akin to a flinch for others, even if Bruce himself seemed oblivious to it.
"It's not... I've just been… reconsidering our relationship."
Diana stared at him, almost seeing the cogs in his mind turning.
He possessed a meticulous mind, which sometimes bordered on a flaw, causing him to overanalyze the most straightforward matters. What had initially been a 'spur-of-the-moment' thing had somehow persisted as an ongoing thing for them. Nevertheless, Diana was aware that this chapter would eventually reach its conclusion.
"Be honest with me," she couldn’t handle the silence anymore.
He suppressed a scowl, "It's a bad idea for people like us to be involved."
"So, you believe we're not meant to be together."
"That's not what I mean," Bruce answered with his ever-present flat tone.
"So? What do you really mean, Bruce?"
“Clark… Ever the good guy that he is, told me to rest, eat well, take some time off… I heal at a normal, humanly possible rate…” Bruce muttered nonstop. “I’m…”
Lacking any regenerative abilities, it was evident that he harbored sentiments about his mortality.
“You’re what?” Diana cut straight to the point and frowned a little, "Bruce, you're not--"
"Superhuman? I'm well aware of that, I…" he said, his jaw tightening.
"I meant to say 'expected to be flawless,'" Diana's irritation resonated in her words.
A profound silence ensued as she anticipated his reply. But Bruce shook his head, "I’m just a man, Diana."
“You’re more than that.”
Watching him, Diana wondered how anyone could perceive him as a mere regular human being. She took Bruce’s face in her hands softly, lifting his lips to meet her own. She shifted her lips to Bruce’s jawline, and Bruce could feel his knees buckling.
“Diana, we’re dif…” Bruce tried to speak in disapproval. But Diana woke his arousal by caressing his face and rubbing her thumb on his bottom lip.
“Shhh…” She gestured for him to keep quiet. “Tell me again, after.”
Her hand pulled down the blanket covering his lower body and pajama pants, then stretched her well-toned leg to straddle his thighs.
Before Bruce could react and touch her body, she held both his wrists against the headboard, “You’re not a very honest man, Bruce. If you won’t say it, then I’ll make you say it.”
She tied both his hands together to the headboard, restricting him. All he could do was lay there, feeling her cushiony thighs around his.
She kissed him again, their tongues intertwined with heat, struggling in his mouth.
Her finger trailed down his clavicle, down his chest, and his abdomen. She could feel the muscles of his chest and the tightness of his abdomen. As her dainty pale fingers got close to his lower abdomen, Bruce breathed rapidly, knowing her intentions.
Diana’s hand kept trailing down toward his pants, sending tremors through his body. She could feel his aching bulge starting to twitch. So she pulled down his pants a little down his pelvis, letting his twitching arousal out.
“Some things just can’t lie,” she smiled and gently closed her fingers around his male member.
“Diana… We shouldn’t…”
“But you want to,” she added as her hands started to stroke his warm rod.
“I… I want to kiss you. I want to hold you… I want to feel you squirm under me,” Bruce's eyes widened as he spoke those words. Then, he looked up and realized the rope that she used to tie him was the Lasso of Truth.
“Diana!” Her actions were confusing but arousing, fun but wrong; Bruce couldn’t make up his mind for a moment. Maybe part of him always wanted this. A small part, but it was winning.
“Just this once, Bruce… Be honest, your body is already doing that for you.” Diana leaned in and kissed his collarbone, trailing her tongue down his chest, and kissed his bandages. Then, she went lower, flicking her tongue on the muscles of his abs.
Bruce could feel his surface wounds tingle, mixed between a hint of pain and lust.
As she kissed and licked, she wiggled her perfectly round ass to scooch lower on his legs, allowing her face to reach his pelvis. As she went down, her hands pulled his pajama pants and underwear lower towards his legs. Her fingers slowly ran under the waistband of his pants, a barely-there brush of fingers over his pelvic muscles that tickled him inside.
His hard shaft stood erect right in front of her charming, blushing face. It was obvious that his hot, distended flesh had ignored his thoughts. His body wanted the hot warmth of her salivating tongue.
Bruce gritted his teeth as he felt her plump red lips touch his swollen head. His mind was going wild, but he didn’t dare say a word. Speaking would just betray his craving, revealing his reckless yearning for her body. Or possibly even more.
However, Diana pulled back a bit to suck light, little kisses, up and down his straining masculinity instead. Bruce couldn’t think straight, trying to stop the lewd thoughts in his mind from falling out of his lips truthfully.
Diana’s tongue gradually glided up his length and flicked his swollen head, smearing saliva over it. Her hands held the base of his shaft, her thumb tracing his balls gently and her hot tongue swirling around the crown, dipping it between his tiny opening.
Bruce threw his head back, and his hips instinctively jolted once Diana’s lips surrounded his girth.
Diana’s tongue traced the veins on Bruce’s throbbing erection while caressing his balls in her hand as she bobbed her head.
Bruce tried not to look at her too much, trying to hold it in; But once they locked eyes, he was mesmerized by that seductive look in her eyes. His groans were muffled, resisting the urge to thrust his hips up to wildly fuck her face.
Bruce gritted his teeth as Diana pulled her head back and, very slowly, buried his dick back in her throat, giving him tantalizing pleasure with every inch. He couldn’t believe that she never gagged once, seeing how deep his lengthy cock disappeared into her mouth.
“Ummphh…” She moaned onto him, clearly enjoying his heat in her mouth.
Bruce could feel the tremors her mouth made from the moan, teasing him to no end. She sucked in one last time, pouting her cheeks over his cock, and slowly pulled him out. A little string of saliva followed when she finally pulled back. His throbbing shaft was clearly swollen and straining, close to eruption. His cock’s head was covered in gleaming, silky spit.
“Ha…” Bruce felt like he could finally relax his clenched muscles when it was finally out.
She was satisfied by the look in his eyes, a mix of relief and wanting more.
“Tell me, Bruce… Do you still want me?” She asked as she shifted back up towards his standing, rock-hard phallus. While she moved, she slid her black thong down, pushing it down her leg and off her small, slender feet.
Then, she knelt right above him. Her moist heat hovered above his manhood. She pulled her little black dress up, taking it off completely. Her long hair fell back down, caressing the silky nakedness of her jutting breasts.
“I do… I want you, all of you,” Bruce replied honestly. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he choked the words out. He didn’t even get a chance to lie or think about ending things anymore.
He couldn’t take his eyes off of her, her perfect curves, her perky, beautifully formed braless mounds, her toned but creamy soft waist, and that cascade of satiny raven hair. She was indeed a goddess that glowed in the night.
“Do you or do you not want to… fuck me right now?” Diana bent her knees and gently eased towards his standing cock.
“Oh…” She moaned when his rod penetrated her pink soft petals. Her body sank down slowly, letting them both feel the stretch. His erection effortlessly slid inside, aided by her drooling juices and saliva.
“Gh… God, how can… I say no?” Bruce groaned; he wanted her as much as she wanted him.
He felt the deep clench her tight walls made around him. Her throbbing core started to suck on his straining staff, clearly trying to pull him in and milk him whole.
While Bruce’s engorged flesh finally pushed in towards her deepest inner wall, Diana started to move her hips, arching toward him to take him further. She began to caress her own body, sliding her hands down from her smooth hair and flipping to her breasts, enjoying the feeling he gave her.
One of her hands trailed down her belly, pleasuring her own swollen, wet nub of love above Bruce's cock. The other pinched and squeezed her sensitive pink nipple.
Bruce groaned, and Diana felt the vibrations course through her body, moving even faster against his groin. Her thighs begin to shake, pleasure coiling in her stomach, “Oh… Bruce, yes… Ah….”
Bruce clenched his tied hands with the burning desire to hold her, pinning her down and devouring her entirely. His mind started to turn, spurred by his desires, thinking of ways to get out of the ropes that bound him. His fingers moved nimbly, pulling at the rope inch by inch. Sometimes, he could do so, but other times, he lost focus, drowning in her heavenly circling movements.
“Ahh... Ahh…” Diana kept moving, jolting on her knees.
She placed her hands on his well-chiseled abdomen, supporting herself to move her soft, plump hips on his cock. It churned her inside as she rocked her ass back and forth, riding him in bliss.
A sound that was somewhere between a moan and a whimper escaped her lips, inching closer to a release. Her pussy throbbed, sending pulsating waves of ecstasy through Bruce’s body.
Bruce jolted his hips up, searching for that last wall between them, as his hands finally broke free.
Not realizing that, Diana kept moving wildly, wiggling her honey-sweet curves. Sweat rolled down her neck, shimmering over her breasts, begging Bruce to touch them.
Suddenly, she felt it, Bruce’s hands fondling her breasts and her achingly swollen buds. He pinched and plucked between his fingers, pushing her sensitive buttons and finally sending her over the edge.
“Ohhhh!! Bruce! Yes!” She cried as that strong, lovely sensation began to claim her. Ripples of ecstasy flooded through her as she threw her head back; her muscles locking in, and her toes curled, freezing from her intense spasm.
“Gghh…” Bruce could feel her walls grabbing onto his throbbing member for dear life, coating him with her flood of slippery, hot essence. Some of it rolled down her slit as he thrust up one more time, causing a mess on his pelvis and sheets.
Diana’s body finally relaxed, slowly slipping down on top of his chest, breathing raggedly and letting her head fall into the crook of his neck. Her dark as midnight hair messily covered her sweaty face, but a charming, satisfied smile graced her lips.
“Why did you stop?” He asked teasingly.
Still breathing raggedly, she shifted her body to lay beside him on her belly, accepting defeat. “Why do you… always take… so long? I… Can’t… Anymore.”
Suddenly, Bruce moved and got on top of her back.
“I can, and I’m not done yet,” his deep voice whispered into her ear.
“Let’s get comfortable,” he added as he placed a pillow beneath her aching hips, letting her lay there while her ass arched up for him a little. It seemed like he was spooning her while she lay flat on her firm and well-defined belly.
However, this time, it was his turn. He brought both her hands behind her back and tied them together. Bruce felt a perverse sense of satisfaction at the sight of her helpless body. Then he leaned onto her, aiming his need toward her swollen petals. His fingers sunk deep into the creamy skin of her soft ass as the other hand went under her and held on to her burning mound.
Diana clenched her hands, feeling his relentless cock poking between her soft thighs. She squirmed a little and rolled her hips as he slowly buried himself deep inside her, inch by agonizing inch.
“Ohhh…”
He smiled when she gasped, murmuring, “Right there?”
“Yess… Oh, yes...”
“You like it like this?”
All she could do was moan harder into the bed, smothering her own face, trying not to scream in intense pleasure.
Chasing the growing tension, he kept moving at a steady pace. Diana could feel her knees trembling. Bruce grunted, shoving his hips up and down with his powerful stamina, and all she could do was bite onto the sheets to hide her loud cries of delight.
“Say it, Princess. Is this what you like?” he growled.
“Ahh… Yes… Bruce, I like it. I love your cock inside me. Yess…” she moaned into a pillow.
Bruce leaned in, supporting himself with both hands on her waist. He moved up and down, doing half-push-ups like a powerful, unyielding soldier. He plunged deep inside every time he eased his hips down.
The sound of his thrusts and their groans filled the room. Sweat started to roll down his jawline and dripped on her back. He moved wildly, sending his cock deep into her fiery loins every time. Her body arched like a cat in heat, meeting each possessive thrust.
His pelvis slapped her soft ass, bouncing like cream. They both enjoyed every minute of the frenzied and marvelous fuck. His cock churned the juices inside her, bringing some out every time he moved, dripping and squelching in with lewd sounds.
Tittering on the edge of release, he plunged in hard as both his hands shifted to her hips, pulling her in even deeper onto his heavy thrusts.
Diana could also feel a second orgasm building up, ready to burst like a straining dam.
“Ahhh Bruce…!”
With a blinding, pulsing moment of release, Diana cried out his name, bringing him with her with a tight, hard clench. Bruce also grunted loudly, exploding inside her, allowing his molten juices to blend with hers. He came so much that it trickled white down her lower lips and onto the pillow that held her waist up.
“Gahh!!”
Bruce finally untied her hands as he slowly relaxed his tense body and slumped to the side, pulling his limp member out of her. His creamy white mark was left in her blushing red petals.
Feeling the chill of the evening on their warm, sweating bodies, he pulled up the blanket covering them both and placed his arm around her waist.
“Hmmm…” Diana felt the tickle on her filled, sweet sheath, finally getting a chance to breathe. She turned to her side, and her blue eyes sparkled as she saw him take a deep breath, steadying his breathing. She held her head up with one palm on her temple, getting a better look at the handsome yet complicated man.
“So? I was right. You’re more of a man than you thought you were,” she smiled and giggled.
Bruce softly snorted a chuckle, smiled, and pulled her closer into his embrace. He kissed her forehead and said, “Sleep. We can talk about it in the morning.”
“Talk?”
“Talk. A long and deep conversation,” he added, as he kissed her rosy red lips and brushed back the messy strands of hair from her face. “Now sleep.”
Diana giggled a little, as she knew what kind of ‘talk’ he meant.
They both closed their eyes in each other’s embrace, both with a content smile as the morning grew closer.
