#i mentioned that aside from hickeys and being bitten and i rarely ever bruise

[orkpup]

want them to beat the shit out of me honestly

[disgrays-on]

lost to lust

Word Count: 2.8k Pairing: Bruce Wayne // Fem!Reader

A/N: REPOSTED to fix minor details. I’m a sucker for office romances but also age differences. Kinda nsfw. If it seems choppy and rushed, it’s because I wrote this over several different sessions but am too lazy to edit it further.

“Bruce.” You moaned out, fingers scrabbling for purchase on his sheets. You weren’t sure how you had landed yourself in this…predicament - mostly without clothing, in your boss’ bed with said man being between your legs - but god, you were on cloud nine. He’s been pressing kisses into the inside of your thighs, nipping and sucking, teasing for a good few hours now. Always getting so close to where you needed him to be, but never close enough. One of his hands kneaded the thigh that didn’t have the attention of his lips while the other one was intertwined loosely with one of yours. He gave your hand a squeeze when you breathed out a loud gasp at a particularly harsh bite, the amused hum that left his lips at your cry sending jolts through your already sensitive body.

You don’t remember ever receiving this much attention. Never have you ever been on the receiving end of this much adoration, this much loving, this much doting. He has been undeniably warm and so incredibly gentle with his touches and his kisses that you had been a mess as soon as he started his ministrations. At first, you had bitten down on your bottom lip to stop any sound from escaping your lips but he had said, with eyes dark and voice sultry, that he wanted to hear every single noise that you were making. Who were you to say no to that?

You weren’t kidding anyone though, you knew exactly how you ended up here. Not that you regretted anything.

The first time you had met him was at a party. You were dressed to the nines, your makeup was done perfectly and your hair pulled up tightly into a bun. The party had been boring you half to death when above the throngs of the people, you met his eyes. Even from where you were standing, he looked absolutely breathtaking. He matched your gaze head on and you found yourself unable to look away from him. You had approached him, had flirted with him and was beyond thrilled when he returned the gesture. The first time you met him ends with the both of you tangled between silken sheets and more than enough hickeys between the two of you as proof of the night you spent together.

The second time you see him, you finally catch his name and realised with slight horror, heart dropping down to your stomach, that he was your new boss. You were slightly terrified that the night you spent together would have repercussions but he hadn’t reacted when he saw you, aside from the slight twitch of his eyes that was gone as soon as it had come. But when everyone else had left and you were packing up your belongings, he pressed himself against you and you melted into his arms. Bruce’s attention hasn’t moved much from you ever since.

The breaks in your schedule and Bruce’s rarely ever overlapped but there was always enough time for some flirting, some teasing. You were drawn to him in a way that you had never been towards anyone before, and you were certain that you had the same effect on him. The both of you find whatever time you can spare to spend together. Quick greetings in the hallway, a twinkle in your eyes as you run your hand down his arm after a lighthearted joke. Small conversations when it was just the two of you, his fingers lingering around your wrist just a moment too long.

The light touches and the brushes of his fingertips drove you crazy sometimes, but then you see the way his jaw clenches every time you called him Sir as you trailed your fingertips down his chest and you felt oddly satisfied. You took advantage of this as much as you could. After almost two weeks of not seeing him - he was only meant to be gone for a few days, and you had missed his terribly - one night found him crowding you to the back of an empty elevator, so painfully close but not touching yet.

“Sir?” You had spoken up, voice quiet as you peered up at him through your lashes. You wanted him to touch you, wanted him to slide his hands down your body, wanted to feel him close. You noted the flash of emotions in his eyes before he kisses you, large hands moving down to cup your hips and tugging you closer. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him tighter against you. When the elevator door slid open, the two of you have pulled away from each other, not a single strand of hair out of place or a single wrinkle in your clothing, as if the both of you hadn’t just been sucking each other’s faces off about a moment ago.

In the privacy of his office, the two of you went as far as you dared and for however long Bruce’s schedule allowed him to on that day.

Sometimes, when you’re feeling particularly bold, you slip into his office and lock the door behind you, slide onto his lap and capture his lips in a heated kiss. One of his hands splays over your exposed thigh, the other finding bare skin under your blouse easily. This was something you didn’t think you would ever need but now so desperately craved; his hands on you, wandering up and down your legs.

You grind against him, fingers clutching his shoulders for grip, small whines and gasps leaving your lips as your hips worked for some sort of relief. Just enough to quench the intense heat in your stomach but not enough to truly satisfy the deep want you had for each other. He watches you with lustful eyes, fingers digging into your hips so hard that you’re sure it’ll leave bruises. Sometimes, he takes you then and there and it always leaves you so thoroughly sated.

Other times, you slide off his lap, unsatisfied and unhappy, but you did still have a job to do and he was your superior. Your hesitancy is often always matched with Bruce’s unwillingness to take his hands off of you. You duck down to press one final kiss, murmuring an I’ll be back for more against his lips before leaving with one final cheeky grin over your shoulder.

You’d like to think that the both of you were doing a wonderful job at hiding this odd relationship that has bloomed between the two of you. The time you spend together inadvertently spills over office hours and you aren’t surprised in the slightest that the both of you have grown close. You take him to your place and curl up against him while you watched whatever it was that tickled your fancy that night. He brings you out to eat in fancy restaurants where you have to play dress up and you return the favour by tugging him into the nearest fast food restaurant for a deliciously greasy meal. He tugs you closer every time you sleep over at his mansion (something you still baulked at but you couldn’t deny that it was a nice place), he pulls you into his huge arms and you fall asleep almost instantly. He confides to you in some things - not all and you could tell because you did the same. It hasn’t been a long time since the both of you found each other but for some reason, it proves difficult to try and imagine living life without him.

It didn’t seem like anyone had caught wind of this relationship you had with him yet. Switching from being flirtatious to being serious was easy for you but was nothing to Bruce so there had never been any real opportunities for the both of you to slip up in front of everyone else. There had been no outward decision to hide it but whatever happened between the two of you was really nobody else’s business. Or maybe they were turning a blind eye to it, pretending they didn’t realize that you spent much more time with Bruce Wayne than what your job necessitated.  

Either way, the only one time anyone came close to finding out had been when your co-worker stayed behind to wait for you to finish work. She has been a steady friend from your first day of work, a woman in her mid-thirties with a warm smile that reminded you of your mother. You had tried to dissuade her because you had planned on going back to Bruce’s but she had been adamant, had refuted all of your excuses with it’s getting late and this is Gotham, young lady, no way am I going to let you go home alone.

Never mind the fact that you rarely ever did go home alone. Sometimes you had Bruce as company, other times he sends Alfred in his stead. Even without them, you had other means of getting home safely. But she meant well and you appreciated her concern for you so you had agreed (plus, you may or may not be slightly terrified of the all too familiar disapproving frown that she had on). You settled for a few kisses before excusing yourself from Bruce, grumbling and pouting at the amused smile on his face. You were glad that at least he was getting some form of enjoyment from this.

What took you so long? She had asked after you showed up, raising her eyebrows at you. You had spent a good five minutes freshening up, smoothing your hair and tugging your skirt down. You hoped that you had cleaned up well enough for it to seem that you were worn out after a long day at work and not like you’ve been making out with your boss. She had looked pensive when you mentioned your exhaustion but had all but forgotten it when the time came for you to return home together.

Meetings were absolute torture sometimes. He always succeeded in making you weak at the knees whenever he spoke out sternly, voice gruff. You always sat quite a distance away from him but the heat that spreads in your stomach as you watched him work was familiar. You couldn’t help that you were incredibly turned on by the sight of him, eyes cold as he voiced out his disapproval over something.

He had caught your eyes at one point, didn’t look away for awhile until you found yourself flushing red under his intense gaze. You swore you hadn’t imagined the small smirk on his face but when you looked back up for a second glance, his expression betrayed nothing. You chewed on your bottom lip, looking down at the pad of paper that you’ve been doodling on for the past half hour. It wasn’t your fault that you found him way more interesting than the words everyone else was spouting. When you had admitted this to him afterwards, he had only chuckled. But later on in the night, he presses you into his bed and draws moan after moan from you and enjoying every single one.

The company hosts parties every month for their staff, as a ‘celebration’, to ‘show gratitude’ and ‘boost morale’. This month’s party took the form of a fundraising ball for a couple of charities across Gotham and that meant there were plenty of people coming through the doors of the venue. You get pulled into welcoming the guests somehow and don’t see Bruce until later on in the evening. When you do finally get to see him, your heart squeezes slightly at the sight of him being surrounded by other women before you shot that thought down quickly. You didn’t…There was no need for that.

“Enjoying yourself, sir?” You asked when the both of you managed to slip away from the crowd of people always hanging around him. You were standing an arm’s length away, drinking in the sight of him. He looked as he did the first night you met him, as irresistible and as delectable as ever. He made a face before shaking his head, a hint of a smile on his lips.

“You know I only have eyes for you.” The answer made your cheeks flush slightly. It was no wonder that he had figured you out so quickly. He was terrifyingly brilliant and with the amount of time the both of you spent together, it wasn’t a stretch to think that he understood exactly how you worked. His eyes travelled down your form, as if making his point, so slowly and so sensually that you could just about imagine him undressing you in his mind. You had decided to wear a golden floor length dress, accentuating all the right curves and fit to perfection. You thought you looked pretty good, but the way he was looking at you made you feel like a goddess.

He inched closer, placing one hand on the dip of your back and holding your face with the other. His thumb moved across your lower lip gently, his eyes locked with yours as he did. The action was enough to make your insides squirm, enough to make it just a bit hard to breathe. It was amazing just how quickly he was able to make you want him.

A clear of the throat broke your focus from him, your heart jumping at the sudden intrusion that had popped the bubble of privacy around the both of you. His hand dropped at the same time you took a step back to compose yourself. When you pulled yourself together, you plastered a smile on your face. His first son - Richard, you remembered having been told, but the young man had introduced himself as Dick when the two of you met - stood there, amusement clear as day on his face. Behind him, another pair of his kids stood by, eying you almost critically. It was kind of unnerving, actually.

“Ah, have you met my children?” He had asked, whatever emotions that he had on his face a moment ago was now gone, replaced with a tender smile that he directed in the direction of his boys.

“Yes, of course.” You could feel the heat creeping up your cheeks, a swirl of horror and embarrassment rushing through you at having been caught. And by his kids, no less. You gave them all a small smile but inside, all you wanted to do was curl up and possibly die. After a few minutes of silence, filled only with whatever conversation it was they were having with their eyes, you cleared your throat, “If you’ll excuse me, sir. I should be getting back to work.”

Your cheeks burned, and you cringed at the picture that the both of you must have painted. All the doubts and insecurities weighed your steps away from him. He was Bruce Wayne, he could have his pick of women. You’d be lying if the thought didn’t rub you the wrong way. Why you then?

He had kids around your age. He had mentioned them to you, and everyone who was anyone was well aware of The Waynes. But still, they had been a distant thought. You had been too caught up in your lust and desire for him to even think about them and about you and Bruce. He was almost twice as old as you were.

And above all else, he was your boss, the biggest boss there was. You didn’t want to delude yourself but he made it so easy. You swallowed down those thoughts before turning back to get back to work on shaky feet. You’d save all the agonizing over it later when you could cry and worry about it away from curious eyes.

He had all but dragged you to his office when you refused to see him for longer than you needed to for weeks. He had pushed you against the door and had kissed you senseless, breathless. Had thrown all the doubts and the insecurities that you had out of the window with each and every kiss. And after that, had taken you home, had taken it upon himself to show to you just how much he cared and adored and loved.

So yes, you supposed you did know how you ended up in his bed, stripped bare, skin tinged with a deep flush, reduced to pants and whines and moans.

“Anything you’d like to share?” He pulled back, eyes regarding you with burning intensity when you hadn’t so much peeped in the last few minutes. You tried to not feel so disappointed by his lips leaving your skin, tried to quell the hunger in the pit of your stomach.

“No,” You shook your head, before you grinned up at him, “Maybe you’re just losing your touch, Bruce.

“We’ll see about that.” He had said, with little hesitancy, eyes glinting at the challenge. He moved your legs over his shoulders and you can’t help the loud moan that you let out when he moved to finally satisfy the blazing desire inside you.