Working Buddies

⋆୨୧ working buddies

→ ⋆୨୧ ;; your hacker co-worker has taken a liking to you .

→ 🩰 ;; masturbation, (neo’s end) , neo liking the reader , not a lot to describe 🤷🏽‍♀️ , reader’s race . looks . hair type or color is not specified

“knock knock.” you catch his attention, “brought you some coffee, anderson.” you hug his side, placing the coffee on his desk. “we have a meeting in 15 so,” you fix his tie, tightening it, “look presentable.”

all neo thomas could do was smile at you. he loved that you cared for him. he thought that it was adorable. but he was infatuated with you.

ever since you started working with him, he wanted to know everything about you. you favorite color, favorite food, favorite artist or band. your bra size.

once he made it to his dingy apartment, his mind was just…full of you. you had actually cared about him, you might even loved him. he thought to himself. removing his clothes off of him, he took the polaroids that he took of you (ones you don’t know about).

his hands traveled to the tent in his pants. his cock was crying for attention. this is wrong, he thinks to himself. she’s my co-worker. but the urge was too much. that pencil skirt you wore had him straining in his pants.

his slender fingers slid under his boxers, his hand wrapping around the base of his cock. “fuck.” he slid the pad of his thumb over his leaking tip, teasing himself.

he closed his eyes, imagining that his hand was your cunt. squeezing around him with each thrust he gave you. he could only imagine your moans and whines. you begging him to come in you.

and he would grant your wish. he wanted you to be happy and pleased.

before he knew it, his hand was covered with his load. “shit. shit!” he rushed to the bathroom to clean off his hand. he turns off the faucet, looking in the mirror. i have to talk to her soon.

omg this is a request, BUT. could you write a fic about bruce wayne and a normal woman who isn't rich at all with some age gap and somehow they broke up. ( bruce throws her out of the house because he thinks she cheated on him and someone sent him photos but they are fake ) and then five years later she has a daughter blablabla cut to the point where they are having angry reuinon hardcore sex thank you take care ilysm <3

⋆୨୧ mistakes were made

→ ⋆୨୧ ;; don’t believe everything you see .

→ 🩰 ;; doggy , hair pulling ( if you’re bald…imagine you with hair ) , reunion s*x , breeding ( he wants another kid 😭 ) , erm…idk , the reader’s skin tone . hair type/color . nor looks are described

“ are you fucking serious? ” bruce rushes at you, phone in hand. “what are you talking about?” he flips the screen, showing a picture of you kissing another. “what—who the fuck is that?”

“we had everything. everything! and you wasted it!” bruce felt betrayed. he had a hard time opening up, let alone being in a relationship. but you didn’t do anything. you didn’t even know the person in the photo.

before you could give your piece, bruce speaks before you. “pack your stuff.” your eyes widen. is he serious? he didn’t even listen to what you had to say.

with all your things packed, you look back at bruce before walking out of the front door.

but it was okay. you can take care of this baby by yourself.

5 years later .

‘you didn’t need bruce.’ you kept telling yourself. but you did. not for you. but for her. you knew bruce would know how to raise her. you didn’t have a clue on how to change her diaper.

you sat on the edge of your bed, running your hands down your face. you can get through this. do it for her. that was your mantra. all for your babygirl.

a light knock from your bedroom door snaps you out of your thoughts. “mommy?” you turn to the door. “come in.” “someone’s at the door.” what? “go to your room.” you command. you’d rather be hurt by whoever is was than her.

looking through the peep hole, you see…bruce? the fuck is he doing here? you step from the door, keeping quiet.

“i know you’re there. just open the door.” bruce speaks. “i just want to meet my daughter.” how did he know? you unlock the door, the chain lock keeping the door cracked. “what are you talking about?”

“just open the door.” his face is stoic and cold as he speaks. you open the door, but standing in front of him, not letting him in. “what are you talking about?”

“my daughter. i have a right to be in her life.” you get closer to him, “no, you lost the right the moment you thought i cheated on you. did you ever think the photo is edited?” as you got closer to him, his arms wrapped around your torso. “bruce, get of—”

“i made a mistake, a big one. i didn’t think it through when i saw the photo and i’m sorry.” you search his eyes for any type of a lie. but there was nothing. absolutely nothing but love.

“i fucking hate you.” you smash your lips onto his, pulling him inside your apartment. “don’t be loud. she’s in her room right now.” you whisper to him as you take him to your room.

the back of your knees hit the edge of the bed, bruce pushing you in the bed, quickly removing your clothes. “turn over.” he commands, slapping your thigh. getting on your hands and knees, you feel him striking at your ass then kneading it repeatedly. “b-bruce.” you whimper, you head hanging low.

“pick your head up.” he grips a section of your head, pulling your head back up. “you’re wet, huh?” his two fingers slide up your clothed cunt, teasing you. “bruce, don’t.” you seethed through your teeth. “okay baby.” he kisses down your back, pulling his and your underwear off.

“fuck! i missed this pussy.” he groans, his grip on your hair getting tighter. his thrusts were venomous, filled with lust. maybe anger. “i missed this too.” your arms were beginning to wear out with every thrust he gave you.

suddenly, his grip on your hair loosened, both of his hand now on your hips. he lifted you up a bit, hitting you at a different angle. “bruce.” you cry out. “shhh, our daughter’s in her room, remember?” he teases, chuckling at your withering body.

“i’m gonna cum in you. you want that? huh?” he slaps your ass. “yeah, bruce. fuck!” “i want another. i wanna see you fucking pregnant.” you couldn’t hold it in anymore. your arousal covered both of your lower bodies, making him smirk. “you always came quick.” he taunts. “fuck, pretty girl. i’m not gonna last long.” he bends over, kissing your neck.

your cunt gets warm, his load filling you up. “don’t waste a drop or we’ll have to do this again.” he pulls out of you, stuffing the leaking drops back in. you whine, stilling feeling sore. “i’m not opposed to that.”

whole reason why i don’t write it no more

lowk miss when spider-verse wasn’t trending. some of y’all crazy 💀

if i see another black girl who grew up with her dad, i’m going to shoot myself in the face

what if i told you…

i can make c.ai bots🤭

Hi, how are you? Can I ask you a question, please? What are your rules request, what you write and don't write? I tried to find some input but I cannot find it, sorry! <3

it’s in my carrd here