BRUCE WAYNE X READER | IMAGINES

out of nowhere*

SYNOPSIS: Missing his girl while on his nightly duties, Bruce decides to take a short break from fighting the bad guys, sneaking into your apartment in the middle of the night to show you just *how much* he needs you.

WARNINGS: NO SPOILERS! SMUT, 18+, pwp, mentions of bodily fluids, nipple play, oral sex (f receiving), anal play (f receiving), overstimulation, sub/dom (they do have a safe word but it's not specifically mentioned in the text), unprotected sex (reader is on birth control), choking, hair pulling, mask kink probably? others are: mentions of height difference and breaking in

There was a weird atmosphere around you tonight, the air feeling electric and tense as you tried to relax on your couch, paying zero attention to whatever boring movie was on TV. You'd had an intense day at work, running from one office to the other as you were given more and more tasks to do and countless papers to fill out.

One look at your phone had lead to sheer frustration as you realized you wouldn't even make it home on time for dinner with Bruce and another day of not seeing each other would be added to the calendar. You'd texted him and apologized for having missed out on your little date when you left work, hours after you were supposed to be at his place.

Knowing you wouldn't be able to see Bruce until the weekend due to his nightly duties and the rest of your busy week, you now ended up alone in your apartment, pouting as you continued ignoring the TV and stared out of your big living room windows, gaze glued to the bat symbol shining brightly into the heavy clouds.

Sometimes you cursed the signal, feeling like it was the sole reason Bruce was taken away from you night after night after night, although you knew it was his own decision to hunt after Gotham's criminal troublemakers. It was tough, loving him when this was his lifestyle.

Being alone at night, not having someone to fall asleep next to, to cuddle, to fuck when you wake up horny in the middle of the night, none of that. Just the occasional waking up to his sleeping form in the morning — if you got lucky — which was almost always immediately destroyed by the alarm yelling at you to get up and go to work, forcing you to leave your boyfriend behind.

You tried to brush the thoughts off as you got up and went into your bathroom. Washing away today's negativity, you tried to remember the last time Bruce had been able to join you in the shower.

Missing his gentle and careful but at the same time rough and demanding touches, you closed your eyes as the water fell down your sides, over your face, thinking of the moments you shared this small space with him. Bruce was special in the way he made love to you. The way he caressed every single inch of your body, the way he left the softest, most passionate and loving kisses everywhere... the roughest touches right after. And vice versa.

Turning off the water, you tried to shake the thoughts off once again, focusing on recharging for another long day of hard work and lots of stress ahead of you. You got out of the shower and wrapped yourself in a towel when you heard a noise coming from the living room.

Cursing yourself for not having taken new clothes with you to the bathroom you stood there for a moment, leaned against the locked door as you listened for more noises. Which never came. 'Might've been the TV', you attempted to persuade yourself, actively trying not to overreact.

After a few more minutes you finally opened the door. Like ripping off a bandaid, you walked out of the bathroom towards the living room to really convince yourself that everything was fine.

The place was cloaked in darkness, only the TV's brightness providing some light for you to see where you were going. Relieved to find everything in its normal state, you let out a deep breath you didn't even realize you were holding.