being in a throuple with the prince of gotham and the last descendant of krypton !
for the wonderful amazing @heavenorely !!! seriously thank you so much for the inspiration with this, ive not been killing it with writing lately but this lowk might have revived me ! i so so hope you enjoy it <33
warnings - m!dom/f!sub/m!sub dynamics, clark is the sub in this bcs duh but i might have to write him as the dom too ngl, lot of sweet pet names for reader and 'brucey' for bruce, use of handcuffs, bruce likes to watch??, fingering, clark be sucking them titties, dryhumping, bruce jerks it a lil, and gets clark to jerk it a lil, m!oral, cumsharing(???), kissing with cum, kissing without cum, not cockwarming but like.. fingerwarming?, sort of somno, mentions of p-in-v sex, multi-pen sex, not too much detail on those ngl, bathing together/aftercare, intentional all lowercase sorry not sorry
an - first time writing a throuple/threesome i hope its not too shit, also this is kinda just a quick thing but im so so willing to write more about this
not proofread bcs bitches be lazyyy and ruh roh idgaf, minors dni lets not be silly x
bruce takes his role as the dom very seriously, applies it to both you and clark whenever he deems necessary
he knew you'd been in metropolis for the day, likely tailing clark like a lost puppy as he went about mundane weekend chores, and after deciding he'd patrolled enough, he entrusted alfred to watch over everything at the house while he wasted no time in starting up the batjet
clark's apartment is small, lit fainly by countless candles, books stacked on the floor where they've overflown from his shelves, the large pizza box on the coffee table stripped bare as you rest your head on his shoulder and watch the tv show you've commited yourselves to (because bruce hates tv and you can only really watch it with clark)
every so often, he'll give a squeeze to your hip and cast you the most tender look you've ever been subjected to, smiling warmly as he delivers a gentle kiss to your temple
when a yawn stretches your lips, he draws you close, pulling you up onto the bulk of his thighs and resecuring one of ma's homemade blankets around your shoulders, hushing against the wisps of hair at the base of your neck, "would you like to go to bed, darling?"
"not just yet," you murmur, eyes drifting down to the watch on your wrist - a six-month anniversary gift from bruce, because any opportunity to spoil you, he takes in a heartbeat
"okay, princess," clark has barely uttered the words before his head is turning, eyes trained on the adjar balcony door, the man that stands just beyond it
you haven't noticed yet, all too busy settling your cheek against the radiator that is his thick chest
stepping in silently, bruce smirks as he eyes the two of you, not having to tell clark to be quiet
it's not until clark's hands ease off you to be replaced by rougher, colder ones that you realise what's happening, a grin splitting your lips as the remnants of your daily energy are employed to whip your head around and finally feast your eyes on bruce
"i thought you were busy tonight," you hum as he pulls you slow and easy off clark's lap, holding you against his chest and starting the familiar route to the bedroom
"i was," he nods slowly as you smear a kiss over his jaw. "but i figured i couldn't let you have too much fun without me."
"hmph right, fun..." you mutter with an eye roll. clark's brows twitch at the tone, a frown on his face where he's started to clear up the living room. then he hears bruce's chuckle, low and rumbling. he hears you press another sloppy kiss to his cheek
laying you down on the bed, bruce plucked mrs kent's blanket off you, folding it and setting it aside as he mused, "you always have fun with clark, don't you?"
"well.. yeah, obviously," - the kryptonite lets out a slow breath of relief at that, still in the kitchen - ".. but he wouldn't touch me, brucey..."
"aw, isn't that unfortunate?" his smirk and the wicked glint in his eye tells you he already knew that
"it's your fault," you pout, crossing your arms over your chest, a spaghetti strap of your tank falling down your shoulder slightly as your tits are accentuated by the action
there's no denial, only a chuckle, and a glance of recognition when clark stalks his way into the room, as quiet as a man of his size could be
if you had more energy, this would be when you decide to rile them up, pinning them against each other as you coo to clark that he shouldn't let bruce boss him around and insist that he give you his cock
even without any energy, you considered it sincerely for a moment, and then you watched how bruce turned to him, how clark's hand brushed over his waist, how they shared a gentle kiss
all at once, the sight hit you like a triple shot of espresso and a sex pollen you'd fantasised about ever since you'd read the trope in an erotic book, and before you knew it, you were springing forward, knees digging into the mattress as you gazed at them both
"i want to try something," you declared as soon as they parted, giving neither a time to recalibrate themselves first
chuckling, bruce shook his head and inched slowly toward the edge of the bed, until his thick thighs were pressed against its solid frame, the one he'd made himself because he was sick of how easily store-bought ones would break. tilting his head, he reached out a long arm, cupping your cheek as he drawled, "and since when do you call the shots here, missy?"
"maybe we should-" bless him, clark tries to offer you some support as he climbs onto the bed next to you and looks up at bruce, eyes wide and waiting when he's cut off just as swiftly
"no." slinking back from the bed, bruce moved to the wardrobe, already turned away when he granted, "kiss her. no touching."
you turned to clark happily and pushed your lips forward to meet his, smiling against them as he sucked lightly, probed his tongue between your lips. despite bruce's last command, his huge hand clamped its way around the base of your neck, cradling it ever so tenderly as he kissed you as if hunting for something in the back of your throat
when you brushed your own hand over clark's cheek, the scoff from behind you had you shifting slightly, dropping your hand back to your side, thighs squeezing as clark's hand kept you there, didn't allow you to draw back though bruce's steps were sharp and swift and you knew you were breaking his rule
"no touching," the words were grunted out again as bruce grappled clark's wrist and wrenched his touch away from you, guiding it instead to his bulging crotch as he stood, having stripped to nothing but a pair of black boxers
eyes dark, he watched as your lips and chins became slick with your shared saliva, groaning lowly when clark palmed his cock willingly
"when i say something, you listen. you should know better."
drawing back from you, clark whined, "i.. just wanted-"
"shhh. did i tell you to stop kissing her? no. so kiss her."
he dove right back in, the good boy that he is, his mouth as committed to yours as his hand was to bruce's cock, both working with an eager vigour to please
then bruce was tapping the back of your head, muttering "hands, baby," and smirking when you immediately offered them to him from behind your back. the cold cuffs kissed your soft flesh and you whimpered onto clark's tongue as bruce secured them around your wrists. "too tight?"
"mm-mmn.." your hum reached him and he nodded slowly. "alright, stop. clark, take her clothes off."
reverent touches helped to focus the kryptonite as he squashed down the urgent desire to kiss you yet again, fingers skimming over your little pyjama shorts, hooking into the waistband of them
bruce had taken to palming his own cock now as clark carefully drew them down your legs, peeled the tank down until your breasts popped out and sagged with their weight, nipples pebbled as bruce ordered him to suck them
his hand moved beneath the cotton of his underwear, finding his bare cock to already be slick at the tip, watching your head fall back, your lashes flutter and your breath hitch, clark frantically mouthing at one nipple while he flicked the other and rolled it between his chunky thumb and forefinger
as always, his orders come stern and resolute, his tone leaving no room for argument as he thrust his hips into the tunnel of his hand
"take his clothes off, sweetheart... no, not the boxers. good girl... clark, get on top of her... yeah, like that, perfect. you want him to fuck you, baby?"
"yes.. please, yes, bruce..."
"too bad. if you're both good, he can fuck you in the morning."
"m- morning?" you squeak, peering over clark's large shoulder, eyes wide when they find his
a loose huff of a laugh leaving him at your apparent panic, he nods slowly, "yeah, that's what i said. clark, hump."
"this- fuck.." your breath hitches as clark dropped his face, pushing it against your throat as he obeyed immediately, hips grinding forward into the wetness between your thighs, the cotton of his briefs all too infuriating as it held back his throbbing cock. "bruce- bruce... not fair..."
"do i need to spank you?"
"no.. n-no, i'm- mmm.. m'sorry..."
"i know. clark, if you cum in your fucking pants, i'll spank you too."
the man above you whined against your neck, his unreasonably big arms tightening around your waist where he had secured them between your small form and the plush mattress beneath. "won't... won't..." he babbled, still rutting his hips against yours, not able to lift his head and find your eyes for fear of seeing your bliss and cumming on the spot
it was only bruce who came that night, after having to practically tug clark away from you. the largest of the two men crumpled against the sheets as bruce grasped at the chain of your cuffs and used them to pull you off the bed and onto your knees in front of him
you'd taken him into your mouth like it was a gift to you to do so, slurping as you suckled on his tip, watching his own hand work the rest of the length as yours fell limp behind you again. still, you took as much of him in as was humanly possibly, directing your eyes up to find his as he thrust deep and they started to water and you gagged, throat convulsing and tightening around him
his release filled your mouth, hot and heavy on your tongue. bruce pulled you up to your feet quickly and gave a light push to direct you back to the bed as he mused, "don't be greedy, share it with clark."
half of his cum swallowed, the rest sat on your tongue as your mouth found clark's like opposite sides of velcro, fitting perfect as he lapped the mess up for himself, bruce chuckling from where he watched and wiped his cock clean
when he came to join you on the bed, and unlocked the cuffs, setting them on the bedside, you curled up against him, your head tucked between his arm and chest as you stretched your legs out, one drawn over clark's lap, the other over bruce's
you fell asleep first, after enough quiet begging had earned you one of bruce's fingers plugged into your hole - for comfort. that left the men to talk softly over your head, bruce asking how you'd been that day, what you'd done together, what you'd eaten, clark offering a few brief details and asking how his patrol went. every so often, their hushed voices would reach your mind under its cloak of consciouscness, and he would feel a pressure around his finger, chuckling as clark inspected you just as gladly, having caught your soft sigh and heard the squelch of your cunt
naturally, clark is next to fall asleep, and bruce follows once the boredom is enough that his mind deems itself worthy of a short reprieve
in the morning, you'll wake to find the perfect sunday as you flutter back to consciousness, whimpering already as both of their hands work between your legs, five or six fingers working over your folds and your clit and your gushing hole
after that, they'll take turns fucking you, ravaging you. then they'll split you, one filling your mouth, the other staking his claim over your cunt - usually, that's bruce - and if you're really lucky, they'll be open enough to considering the idea you tried to softlaunch last night; both of their cocks nudging at your overstimulated pussy at the same time, until their cum is splattered over you and the heads of their cocks
once the three of you are satiated, bruce is holding you on his lap in the batjet, while clark flies ahead to the wayne mansion, ready to run a hot bubble bath because even if he had a tub in his apartment rather than a shower, there would be no way it fits all three of you
it's not even noon and you're exhausted, worked to the brink and beyond, eyes drifting shut as your head lolls on bruce's shoulder while he steers and tries not to get distracted
you finally arrive and he carries you swiftly to the en suite of his bedroom, finding clark knelt beside the bath, fingers traipsing to and fro over the steamy water
beneath the surface, you're tucked between their bulky figures just as you are wherever else you can be - in bed, in a booth at a restaurant, in line for the concert you really really really wanted to go to - and you're in a state of bliss you might otherwise think unachievable
but you've long since learned by now, with two perfect boyfriends, nothing is unachievable
