when we weren’t looking IV
pairing: poly!superbat x afab!reader, superman x afab!reader, batman x afab!reader, superman x batman,
content: both superman and batman were exposed to an ultra potent version of poison ivy's sex pollen that only provides relief after multiple orgasms and you're just the person for the job
warning: threesome, oral (male receiving, male giving) bruce and clark fuck, slutty bruce, slutty clark, throat fucking, face sitting? (m), sex pollen, orgasms for everyone, dirty talk,
wc: 2.4k
buy me a coffee | 13 nights of kinktober | when we weren't looking III
You ran through the halls of the Watchtower until you reached the hospital ward. Before you could even ask anyone for more information, Diana was there in your face, her hands grabbing your arms to try to ground you.
“Relax, it’s nothing bad, nothing life-threatening.”
“Diana, what’s wrong with them? J’onn didn’t tell me anything except that they were brought into the hospital ward and that I should get here immediately. What happened?” You practically harass Diana, desperate to know what was wrong with Bruce and Clark. It’s only been a little more than a year since you three finally solidified your relationship, and you couldn’t bear thinking that it was all over before it really began.
Seeing Diana laugh really threw you off any thoughts you were having. Why was she laughing?
“Oh Gods, I’m sorry, it’s not funny, really. It’s nothing life-threatening, don’t worry about it. Bruce was in Gotham, fighting Poison Ivy and Harley, when Clark decided that he would jump in and help. It seems like Ivy and Harley had created a new version of pollen to enhance their sex life, and both Clark and Bruce got caught in the fight. While Ivy and Harley were handled and the pollen dispersed appropriately, Bruce and Clark were affected. They’re in a containment room down the hall that’s soundproofed and has no monitoring. Before we left them to it, they were adamant that you be there with them. I guess J’onn hasn’t figured out how to handle a situation like that appropriately, hence the heart attack he nearly gave you.”
You felt a weight lift from your chest and felt like you could breathe. “Oh.” They were alive, they weren’t seriously harmed. “Oh.” They were waiting.
Seeing the smirk Diana gave you, you quickly attempted to school your face and straighten your shoulders. So what if two beefy men wanted you there to fuck in a dirty threesome in the Watchtower, the place you all coincidentally worked? You’re not ashamed. These are the dangers of being heroes that they never warn people about.
“We’ll be sure to leave you to it,” Diana said as you passed you, barely suppressing a laugh. She gave you a warm smile, encouraging the relationship since she’s seen it blossoming for years.
You nodded back and quickly walked away, excited now that you knew the reality. You continue down the long, separated hallway, stopping outside the only door in the ward. You take a deep breath before you open the door, your body immediately warming as you take in the sight in front of you.
Bruce is on his knees in front of Clark, both barely out of their suits, cocks out. Bruce is deep throating Clark’s cock, pulling on his own to feel some pressure himself. Clark looks like he’s ascending to a new plane, a firm hand on the back of Bruce’s head, hands actively pressing Bruce till he’s at the base of him, drool coming out the side of his mouth.
Clark then begins face fucking Bruce, both of them moaning heavily, super into it. Clark is whispering praises as Bruce sucks him like a bro, hollowing his cheeks, and sucking at just the right time to tighten around Clark.
Both of them looked up at you, twin flashes of white teeth breaking through their messy, beautiful faces. Bruce hummed around Clark, sucking hard, not breaking eye contact as Clark’s hand curled tighter at the nape of his neck. Clark grinned at you, eyes bright, and beckoned you closer with the tilt of his chin. He didn’t slow his hips; if anything, he thrust harder, and Bruce gagged around him, the sound obscene.
You shut the door behind you and leaned against it for one moment, just a second to let the heat roll over you, nerves fizzing and skin prickling with attention. Bruce’s suit hung around his waist, cowl gone, hair sweat-plastered to his forehead, and Clark was barely restraining himself, gorgeous and impatient.
Clark let out a low, shaky moan. “You’re late,” he said, voice.
“Am I? Seems like you guys have it under control here.” You tease as you walk in the room, you strip off the pieces of your outfit till you’re left in your underwear, just something plain since you thought they were fucking dying, but what can you do?
Clark tried for a smile, but it collapsed into a groan, and his head thunked back against the wall with a dull, honest sound. The air in the room was close and feverish, heavy with the smell of sweat and arousal and something flowery—remnants of Ivy’s mischief.
You moved closer, circling to Bruce’s side. Clark caught your wrist and pulled you in, his grip gentle but inescapable. The look he gave you was pure, unfiltered longing. Something that had nothing to do with what had happened outside this room, or what would happen when the pollen wore off, or what it meant to need so much. “We missed you,” he murmured, and you thought that maybe, just maybe, this was the kind of danger heroes lived for.
You pressed your palm to Clark’s cheek and leaned in for a kiss, lips meeting with desperate familiarity and the bright taste of salt. Bruce didn’t stop, even as Clark moaned into the kiss, and you realized with a shock that Bruce was smiling around the mouthful, a wicked, lopsided thing. Clark’s body was shaking, helpless to the onslaught, and when he finally came, it was with a sharp, incoherent cry that echoed off the sterile white walls and made the world feel small and secret and real. Bruce took it all without flinching, swallowing greedily before pulling off and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes never leaving yours.
As the aftershocks rolled through Clark, he loosened his grip, letting your hand slide down to rest over his racing heart. “Your turn,” Bruce said, voice rough, and the way he looked at you—like a challenge, a dare, an invitation—made your knees threaten to give way.
You stepped out of your underwear, your nerves crackling like live fucking wires, and Bruce was on you in an instant. His hands were rough, possessive, sliding up your thighs with a bruising grip that made you gasp. He didn’t waste time with niceties; he pushed you back onto the bed, your ass hitting the mattress with a soft thud, and your legs instinctively fell open for him.
Bruce’s cock—thick with veins prominent and glistening with beads of pre-cum—hovered close to your entrance, teasing you as he traced the tip along your sensitive folds. Each deliberate stroke sent electric jolts coursing through your body, kindling an inferno of desire deep within your core.
“Fuck,” he growled, his voice a low, primal rumble, “you’re so fucking wet for me already.” He savored the moment, drawing his tip over your clit, drawing soft, desperate gasps from your lips. The anticipation built like a storm on the horizon, and without warning, he plunged into you, burying himself to the hilt in one powerful, breathtaking motion that left you gasping for air.
Bruce began to drive into you, each thrust deliberate and intense, gradually building a rhythm that left you a moaning, writhing mess beneath him. His balls slapped loudly against you, echoing the intensity of his efforts. His hands gripped your thighs, fingers digging into your supple flesh as he adjusted the angle, allowing him to plunge deeper with each relentless thrust. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and he cursed under his breath, completely consumed by the sensation of you.
You turned your head to the right, catching sight of Clark fixated on the point where you and Bruce met, his hand slowly stroking his own length. His eyes met yours, and he leaned in, capturing your mouth in a fierce kiss, swallowing your moans as Bruce thrust harder, spurred on by the sight of you together. You reached down, wrapping your hand around Clark’s cock, stroking him fervently to bring him to the edge with you.
Bruce shifted his pace again, delivering strong, deep thrusts as he neared his climax. His thumb found your clit, rubbing in urgent circles before he abruptly stopped and commanded Clark, “Get on top of her.”
Clark hesitated, momentarily startled, “What? Get—”
“I said, get over her face. We’re both gonna suck you while I’m fucking her.”
“Fuck, c’mere, Clark, let me feel you in my mouth,” you urged, your hips bucking against Bruce, desperate for more.
Clark's thick, throbbing cock was already slick with pre-cum and Bruce's saliva as he straddled your face, his muscular thighs flexing as he pressed his rock-hard shaft against your lips. "Open up, sweetheart," Clark growled, his voice dripping with raw, animalistic need. You obeyed instantly, letting his swollen tip slip past your lips, the taste of him exploding on your tongue—salt and musk and pure, unadulterated male.
Bruce, kneeling behind you, gripped your waist with bruising force, his own cock buried deep inside you, pounding relentlessly into your willing hole. His fingers dug into your skin as he fucked you harder, faster, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Fuck, angel, you’re taking me so good," Bruce snarled, his voice rough and guttural. "Your tight little cunt is squeezing me like a fucking vice."
Clark’s hips snapped forward, driving his cock deeper into your throat, the head nudging the back of your gag reflex. "Yeah, choke on it," he moaned, his voice thick with lust. "Take every fucking inch of me." His balls slapped against your chin as he fucked your face with brutal, unrelenting thrusts, his cock pulsing with need.
Bruce’s hand slid up your body, gripping your throat lightly, squeezing just enough to make you whimper around Clark’s cock. "You like that, don’t you?" Bruce growled, his thrusts becoming even more urgent. "You fucking love being used like this, don’t you?"
Clark pulled back slightly, letting his cock slide almost completely out of your mouth before shoving it back in, the tip hitting the roof of your mouth. "God, you’re so fucking good at this," he groaned, his voice trembling with pleasure. "You and Bruce—fuck, you’re both so fucking greedy, I—."
Bruce’s hips slammed into you, his cock ramming deep, hitting that spot inside you that made your vision blur. "Fuck, I’m gonna cum," Bruce grunted, his voice breaking as he pounded harder, faster, his balls slapping against your ass. "Take it, take my fucking cum."
Clark’s hand tangled in your hair, pulling your head forward as he fucked your throat with wild abandon. "Yeah, that’s it, swallow me," he moaned, his hips jerking violently. "Fuck, I’m gonna fill your throat, gonna make you choke on it."
Bruce’s thrusts became erratic, his cock pulsing inside you as he came hard, his hot seed flooding your tight hole. "Fuck, yes, take it all," he growled, his voice raw and hoarse as he emptied himself deep inside you.
Clark’s cock twitched in your mouth, his balls tightening as he neared his own climax. "Here it comes," he groaned, his voice shaking with ecstasy. "Swallow it, sweetheart, take every fucking drop." His cum exploded down your throat, thick and hot, and you swallowed eagerly, moaning around his cock as you milked him dry.
The room was filled with the sounds of their guttural moans and the wet slap of skin against skin, the air thick with the scent of sweat and sex. Clark’s hand tightened in your hair as he came, his hips jerking with each pulse of his climax, while Bruce’s cock continued to twitch inside you, spilling the last of his cum deep in your aching hole.
"Fuck, you’re both so fucking perfect," Clark panted, slowly pulling his softening cock from your mouth. Bruce leaned forward, his chest pressing against your back as he kissed your neck, his hands roaming over your trembling body. "You’re ours," he whispered, his voice dark and possessive.
After several more hours, both men finally felt the last dregs of the pollen leave their system. Hours had passed, and you were all going to be irretrievably sour tomorrow, as you lay between your two partners. Clark collapsed to your left, pressing tender kisses to your face while Bruce mirrored his actions on your right, their bodies warm and sated, pressing against yours.
You chuckle softly before raising your head to look at Bruce and then Clark. “You both know I could have used my magic to help get the pollen out of your system, right? That was the other option.”
“Yeah, but this way was more fun,” Clark whispered into your neck, still pressing kisses.
“Also, it’s been surprisingly difficult to get alone time with you. It seems like the kids never want to leave you alone now.” Bruce grumbled from his side as he lay down on his back.
You bark out a laugh, knowing that it’s true, and having heard plenty of schemes between the kids to spend time with you over their fathers. You haven’t intervened, but you didn’t think you had to. But apparently, your partners have been feeling a bit neglected.
You raise a hand to trace Clark’s facial bone structure as you begin speaking. “I’m sorry that we haven’t had a lot of alone time, but purposefully getting hit also isn’t a forever answer.”
You all sit in silence as you let your words sink in. Abashedly, Clark clears his throat, a slight flush rushing to hir ears, confirming your thoughts. “What do you mean? Purposefully? We-”
Seeing Clark getting flustered, you just hummed and lightly patted his cheek before turning your head to the side to look at Bruce, who is definitely not looking at you.
“Bruce.” You softly call him a name, a smile on your lips.
He exhales deeply before turning on his side to look at you, his hand going to grab yours. “What gave it away?” He asked as your fingers intertwined.
“You’ve been fighting these battles for too long not to go in with some mask protection when fighting Ivy. And the one she’s using coincidentally can affect Clark?” You question, raising an eyebrow as you lean your forehead against Bruce’s.
“I’m glad that’s out in the open. I was wondering what we would get them as a thank you, and Bruce has no concept of appropriate gifts for this sort of thing.” Clark murmured, his arms wrapping around you to be close to you, as his legs reached out to tangle with Bruce’s.
You smile lightly, feeling yourself begin to doze off, more than content with how the day has gone. You'll have to make sure the couple receives a significantly incredible appreciation gift.
a/n: ahh i’m catching up! i'm planning on posting two on saturday and i should be back on schedule! i had the prompt and knew I had to visit their little world again, because i love them and especially slutty bruce, who has no restraint needed because he's safe and comfy with the loves of his life.
i also headcannon that the kids love having you around, but hate that now their dads expect you to hang out with them. they absolutely plot to take your attention, despite all of them being grown enough to not need you to see this new fight combo they've nailed.
as always likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated! here's a hug and smooch for you!
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