The filming - bruce wayne
author: kim ryoko
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summary: after your fisrt date with bruce, he leaves you at you place and goes on to become his night time persona - the batman. while on patrol, he goes through your street and ends up seeing you touch yourself. after he arrives at the cave, bruce rewathced the filmimg he had of the night and jerks off to you.
word count: 1.8k
warnings: spying, jerking off (m and f), smut, wet thoughts, mentios of robbery and violent city
author's note: english isn't my first language, so i'm sorry for any grammar mistakes, feel free to correct me. i'm sorry it took me so long to upload again, i've been really busy but i'm trying to arrange a couple of minutes to writing every day so that i can release more stories for you guys!
You and Bruce had your first date tonight.
The date had already ended and Bruce was dropping you off when he started feeling really nervous about how you felt about the date. Was it too much? Was it too little? He wanted it to be perfect and he truly tried his best for it to be.
You had been working for Bruce for almost a year now and Bruce fell for you almost instantly, even though he didn’t show it.
Once he arrived at your place, he rushed out of the car and ran a bit to open your car door and help you out. You looked even more gorgeous than you usually look and Bruce made sure he complimented you every 10 minutes so that you knew how beautiful you looked. The first time he saw you with that dress, he felt his heart swell and then proceed to melt by the rays of sunshine you were emitting from your eyes and smile - brighter than ever.
It’s been a while since Bruce has had a crush on someone but he sure didn’t recall it to be this bad.
Another reason for him to want everything to go smoothly. He wanted you to feel the same thing he does every time he looks at you.
He walked you to the door with your arm linked in his and you talking passionately about how the food was amazing and the place was beautiful.
“It doesn’t compare to your beauty.” Bruce said in a natural, flirtatious tone but you could see in his eyes that he was serious.
“Aww! And you don’t look too shabby yourself, Mr. Wayne.”
“Bruce. And thank you.” he said while laughing and the sound of yours quickly joined him.
“Bruce.” you said and Bruce swore his little crush on you got ten times bigger. You turned to face him and he did the same “Well, this is it.”.
You both looked at each other’s eyes, feeling lost in the beautiful color that made all of your thoughts go away and your faces slowly started to get closer. Your gazes were now alternating between the other’s eyes and lips. You put yourself on your tiptoes to finally kiss him. The kiss was soft but all the feelings you’ve accumulated for each other were poured into that sweet moment. The second you pulled away, you felt his hand wrap around your waist and pull you close to another kiss. This one was a bit rougher but still delicate.
Bruce’s head was spinning from excitement. He finally, finally kissed you.
Once you said your goodbyes and Bruce watched you walk inside and heard you lock the door, we went home to change into his night persona - The Batman.
He was almost done with patrol when he heard through the police radio that your street had a couple of assaults.
Bruce felt his heart clench with worries and decided to start his patrol in your street.
He walked through that street for the second time tonight but this time, he was on top of the buildings, watching everything carefully, making sure you were safe. Even with ten minutes of just staring at the street, his worries weren’t gone so he decided to use his binoculars to see if you were okay.
He positioned himself so he had a clear view of your living room and it definitely didn’t help his anxious heart the fact that you were nowhere to be seen. Your kitchen and living room were together and there was only one more window for him to spy you on. Your bedroom.
He took a step to his left and was left in awe with the sight.
You were laid down in your bed with a layer of sweat covering your body, making your hair cling to your forehead, nipples hard under your thin - very thin - pink, lacy tank top, legs wide opened directly to the window so Bruce could see the way your wet pussy was clenching around your small fingers.
He felt himself growing harder against the restraints of his underwear and he mentally thanked himself for asking Fox for better binoculars last week.
Bruce then remembered that he had installed some wiretapping around your house once he knew you lived in one of the most dangerous parts of Gotham. He quickly connected his earbud to the wiretapping had put in your room and was blessed with the sound of your sweet moaning right to his ear.
He felt his blood quicken and travel most to his now throbbing length and, just as he thought he couldn’t get any harder, he heard his name coming out of your perfect, red, plump lips.
“Bruce…” you moaned “Mhmm, please…”
He swears he could cum in his pants by how good you sound.
Bruce palmed his bulge and started rubbing it, letting low grunts fall from his soft lips. He couldn’t help it. Bruce felt like a creepy perv but he really couldn’t help it when you were touching yourself while moaning his name.
He could stay like this forever: you moaning, calling out for him right at his ear while you bury your fingers deep in your cunt.
But, like all good things, it has to come to an end. His connection with your room was cut off with a police officer calling for backup for a robbery happening two streets down from yours.
Bruce sighs and thinks whether or not it was important enough to leave this view all alone.
Against all his will, Bruce ends up pulling himself back up and goes help innocent people after a couple more seconds of staring at you and countless debates of what was better for him - ignore the call and burst into your house and fuck you like you deserve - or what was better for the city - go help with the robbery. But Bruce was never a man who puts himself first and goes to the street where the robbery took place, ready to do something that took you open to him like that, so vulnerable, out of his mind that his priority was helping the city and not stick his hard cock somewhere - preferably inside you.
He really needs to get you out of his head.
Bruce, or even better, Batman, helped catch the thief that stole from one of the best jewelry stores in all Gotham and ended up also helping in the police station with a couple of cases that he ended up taking home to try and find more clues out.
Once he drives into the cave with his bat-mobile and exits it, walking towards the big desk with an even bigger computer in front of him, sits down and takes off his mask, he takes his hands to his face, trying, and failing, to rub off his tiredness, even if it’s only a little.
Bruce then takes off his contact lens and puts it on its sensor, letting him relive the night.
He watches as he stops some want-to-be bad guys from doing stupid stuff and not long after he is met with the memory he tried so hard to forget throughout the night - you.
He sees again the way your body trembled with every throb your little fingers gave you, the way your body is covered in sweat, the way your nipples are hard underneath your tank top, and, most of all, the way your moans now echo through the walls of the bat-cave.
Fuck, he’s hard again.
As Bruce continues to watch you touching yourself, he begins to feel the need to do something about his erection. Bruce slowly palms his bulge and rubs it with enough pressure to make him groan.
It doesn’t take long for his groans and grunts to mix with the sound of your moans, creating a harmony that echoed through the walls of the cafe.
Bruce was getting more worked up by the second so he quickly pulled his pants down enough for his member to swing out, slamming against his abdomen. The tip was red and swollen and leaking with pre-cum from all the teasing he did himself. Bruce started stroking his length slowly and with a tight grip, worsening the sounds that fell from his mouth. He closed his eyes, not being able to keep them open with the amount of pleasure that was going through his body. As Bruce continued to listen to your pathetic moans, he started imagining all the positions he would take you in - on all fours so he could see your ass bounce with each thrust, with your ankles on his shoulders, with you on his lap making your tits jiggle, your legs wrapped around his torso, your thighs squishing his head…
Oh, and the way he would make you moan, the way he would claim you - make you his. He would make sure that once he got you, he would never let you leave.
As the toughs went trough his head, his hand quickened it’s pace as Bruce started responding to your moans as if you where really there and he was fucking you dumb.
“Ughh, Bruce…”
“That’s it, sweetheart. Call out my name.”
“Please…”
“Oh god, look at you; so worked up, so pretty, so fucking perfect.”
Bruce felt himself getting closer and he was sure that no one who saw him right now - touching himself like a horny teenager while watching a tape he filmed of a girl younger than him touching herself like a perv - would believe he was actually Bruce Wayne, Gotham’s billionaire playboy.
Bruce opened his eyes slightly and he looked at you again. He saw as your face contorted with the small amount of pleasure your fingers could give you and something in him snapped. He wasn’t sure what it was but it made him go feral with desire for you.
The grip he had on his cock worsened and his hips started bulking up to match each thrust his hand gave his member.
In a matter of seconds, the knot Bruce had on his lower abdomen came undone, releasing his cum all over his suit and even splashing some to his face and the desk in front of him.
He looked at the monitor again and he found your picture missing and he was now helping the cops.
God, how much Bruce wanted to see you again. He wanted to pull you into his embrace and cuddle you until the next day, only waking up when the afternoon sun hit his face and still being able to open his eyes to appreciate your body right there, next to him. God how much he wanted that.
But instead, Bruce worked until late - like always - and went to work at Wayne Enterprises early so that he could see you as soon as possible.
Hope you liked it!
xoxo, kim ryoko
