⌞ tag team ⌝
⫶ mdni , fem! reader, fingering, p in v, threesome.
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“you’re gonna make her tap out bruce,” clarks soft voice cuts through the steady ah, ah, ah’s that spill from your swollen lips, a warm thumb moving to gently wipe the drool that’s leaking. the man behind you only scoffs at his friends reprimand, purposefully driving his cock deeper just to spite the man.
“she’s not gonna tap out kent.” bruce mutters, the billionaire’s tone smug “she can take it. she said it herself didn’t you sweetheart? said you could,” his big hand flattens against your lower belly, gripping your skin as he holds you tight against him “take it easy huh? that it would be a walk in the park?”
you can’t think, let alone speak. so you settle on the easiest option and nod jerkily.
“good girl.” bruce croons and he’s quick to reward you with a slow roll of his hips, cursing as your pussy gets unbelievably tight.
shaking his head clark snorts “you’re terrible wayne. poor girl can’t even think straight.” clark muses, his words directed to his friend. it was a sight seeing a spitfire like yourself all quiet and pliant. not to mention he couldn’t exactly deny how absolutely breathtaking you were. soft tits swaying each time bruce ruts into you, skin flushed and covered in a light sheen of sweat. the way your cunt was swallowing bruce—
the super man leans forward on his knees, your back arching almost immediately at the firm pressure he begins to apply to your throbbing clit, rubbing in a tight circle.
“nnuh..”
“bruce is so mean huh sweetheart? been mean all night with you.” clark murmurs, holding your hazy gaze.
“stretching you on his big cock—can’t even let you breathe huh?” the man hums—lips curving into a gentle smile when he feels you buck. you can’t help but shut your eyes, the mind numbing pleasure of bruce’s cock fucking into you and the sweet touch from clark has your brain melting. it’s too much yet not enough at once, your body on the brink of nothing but sheer pleasure.
“why don’t you cum for us baby,” clark coo’s, sliding his middle fingers lower and gently spreading your folds “cum for us and then i’ll fuck you nice and slow.” his words are a syrupy promise—preparing you for whats to cum come.
“think she likes that idea kent,” bruce mutters, his other hand sliding to grip your tit for support. he’s close too, breathing harshly against your neck and shoulder. balls tight and ready to spill although he’s patient enough to wait for you.
one particular snap of his hips pushes you over the edge and your lips part in a choked gasp as you cum hard. bright spots behind your lids and body trembling in his firm hold. the beefy man behind you follows a few steps later, spilling into your pussy with a hiss.
“messy.” clark comments to himself when bruce finally pulls out and he begins to feel the mans cum drip from your cunt. you whine and squirm when clark slowly begins to fuck bruce’s cum back into you—even bruce pauses for a second. chests heaving and that familiar fire starting back in his stomach.
clark, ever the gentleman though allows you to get your bearings for the most part (despite the slow fingering). letting you come back to earth and the tingles to subside, leaving you in a state of bliss and relaxation. and then he’s maneuvering you into his lap, letting your head rest against his shoulder while he tugs his boxers down just enough to free his own neglected cock.
“ready sweet thing?” the journalist gently slaps his cock against your sticky folds, chuckling when you writhe. he waits for you to say yes before he does finally sink into you with a obscene squelch cause your pussy is so full of cum already.
“so warm.” one of clarks hands go behind your head, holding you close while he slowly begins to rock into you from beneath. it’s absolutely filthy really but clark seems to enjoy it. the way you claw at his shoulders and how you babble about just how deep he is. the faintest outline of his cock visible through your tummy.
even bruce couldn’t help but to watch with intensity—stroking his cock to match the pace clark set while he keeps his eyes trained on where you two are connected. every so often he’d thumb the leaky slit as his semen gushed out of you and down clarks cock.
it doesn’t take very long for you reach your third orgasm of the night (the first had come when bruce and clark had both taken turns eating your pussy until you were close to sobbing), biting onto clarks shoulder to muffle yourself. the action of you cumming sends clark right there behind you, his grip tightening just a little as he cums inside you just as bruce had.
the room grows silent while you each catch your breath (and bruce cleans the cum from his fingers because yes, that was hot) , clark easily pulling you off his cock and turning you around like you weighed nothing.
“think you can handle a little more y/n?” a soft kiss pressed behind your ear as clark situates your jellified legs over his own thighs, spreading you wide open and facing bruce.
“y-yeah.” your voice is shaky but there’s a underlying firmness to it. you wanted this—wanted more of them.
the two men exchange glances, bruce moving between your legs—cock bobbing.
“think you can take us both?” the billionaire murmurs with a questioning head cock.
“at—”
“the same time.” clark supplies warmly, his cock already growing harder against your back.
did you want that? to have your cunt absolutely owned by your two closest friends who you had sorta been pining over for years now?
“yeah,” you lick your lips and spread yourself even wider “i can take it.”
both men look almost surprised and you feel smug for just a fleeting moment. they didn’t think you’d tap out now did they?
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uhh..yeah.