poly!superbat + pussy eating.. and a lot more because I got carried away.
warnings: pregnant!reader, oral (f receiving), p in v sex,
this is 18+ in so many ways
bruce and clark were already obsessed with your body, but the changes it’s gone through during your pregnancy have only enhanced their adoration. your swollen breasts, round belly, the little bit of fat added to your cheeks. not to mention how you sensitivity is heightened beyond belief.
their favorites? your peaked nipples and seemingly always swollen pussy. the extra blood flow to your most intimate areas has changed the way things look now. but, there’s no time to feel insecure. these two men worship you every single day.
it’s late in the evening, enough that the sky is fading from a burnt orange to a deep indigo. clark’s running late at the planet, no doubt almost breaking the keyboard from how hard he’s typing in his haste.
bruce has sent dick out on patrol tonight. they took down their biggest lead last week, so hopefully things will be more calm for a while.
after you complained about your aching legs, bruce pulled you to the bathroom. the kids were either out or tucked away in their own rooms.
steam filled the giant bathroom when bruce turned on the tap. he poured some bath oil in before making his way to where you were perched on the toilet lid. with the most gentle touch, he slipped your robe off your shoulders, stroking your arms as he went.
his touch gave you goosebumps, causing you to shiver. immediately, bruce had a shit eating grin on his face. he crouched in front of you and used a hand to tilt your face to the side. you felt his stubble before his plush lips, scratching softly over the skin of your neck. you weren’t sure if he heard the soft whine that escaped you, but after he nipped at your collarbone you knew he did.
bruce pulled away and shifted his attention to your protruding belly. it seemed to grow bigger each day, especially over the past month, getting so large you had to bend over to see your toes.
his two hands, large and steady, covered the width of your belly. gentle kisses were pressed to the stretched skin, followed by whispers of love and devotion. his fingertips pressed in slightly on your sides, feeling for the position of the baby growing inside you. bruce was always trying to cradle baby’s head, even if they didn’t know it yet.
with the tub almost full, he moved away to cut the water off. he took your hand and led you to the giant soaking tub before getting in first. bruce helped you in before helping you get comfortable in front of him. the oil was slick on your skin, and he got right to rubbing it into your heavy breasts.
bruce cupped your breasts as if they were made of glass, with his giant hands holding their weight. both of his thumbs began caressing your nipples. they had grown larger in the later months of your pregnancy, grown even more enticing to bruce and clark. even the slightest whisper of air across them had your back arching, and it was no different in this moment.
your head fell backwards onto bruce’s shoulder, thighs parting on instinct. the oil allowed his fingers to glide right over the sensitive buds. they were slippery as he softly tugged at them and rolled them between his fingertips.
against the small of your back his cock hardened, you could picture the flushed red tip already. he made no move to relieve himself though, solely focused on you in that moment. strong hands brushed up and down your ribs before meeting under the swell of your belly, his thumbs caressing the bottom as he pressed tender kisses against you shoulder.
“so gorgeous, y/n. you look incredible, especially growing our child. you’re radiant”, his voice was soft but sure in your ear.
you huffed out a laugh, “i look like a whale, bruce”
“none of that. you’re the most beautiful woman i’ve ever seen, darling.”
a satisfied hum leaves your lips, eyes fluttering closed at the feeling of bruce tracing patterns against your belly. he gently presses his fingers into the skin when ever he feels a little kick.
bruce spreads a plush towel out on top of the duvet covering the alaskan king bed. he helps you onto the bed, although you’ve insisted a million times that you can get up there yourself.
once you’re settled, he grabs your lotion and rubs it between his palms to warm it up. gentle hands rub the lotion in, starting at your shoulders.
he works it in with tender but steady pressure.
“when did clark say he’ll be home?” you murmur.
“9ish. got stuck writing a big piece. perry’s been hounding him, i think.”
“mmm” you hum. “miss him.”
bruce leans down to drop a kiss to your hairline. “he’ll be here soon, love.”
his lotion hands move from your shoulders to your breasts. with slick fingers he immediately began playing with your nipples. brushes of his thumbs at first, then soft pinches before adding more pressure. the feeling had your pussy clenching and you knew if he felt you you’d be soaked.
after a few minutes it was as if he couldn’t hold himself back any longer, dipping down to swirl his hot tongue around the stiff buds. you arched into his mouth, soft whines falling from your panting mouth.
finally, bruce pulled away and used the back of his hand to wipe at the corner of his mouth. you pouted at him, making him chuckle.
“sorry, darling. just give me a minute, i’ll give you some more. i always take care of you, don’t i?”
cheeks flushing, you nodded.
your belly is next, and you’d normally melt at how tender he’s being, but you can’t think of anything other than the throb in your pussy at the moment. bruce, always the tease, skips straight from your belly to your thighs. his fingers caress the bend where they meet your torso, but don’t dare inch any closer. it feels like he spends an hour on your calves and feet, before finally moving onto his belly between your legs.
a single finger dips into the folds of your soaked cunt, spreading your arousal up to your aching clit. already swollen from the increased blood flow pregnancy has brought on, it’s seemingly rock solid with how horny you are right now. the hood is slightly pulled back with how puffy it is, the red bead of your clit out and begging to be touched.
bruce spits onto it before taking it into his mouth. he suckles and licks in the pattern he knows gets you weak. he dips lower to get a taste of you. nose pressed into your clit, he groans from deep in his chest. the sounds are nothing short of obscene as he drinks from you like he’s been lost in the desert.
he makes a “v” with his fingers to nestle them on each side of your clit. they stroke up and down the sides as he takes it back into his mouth, getting you close but not letting you fall over the edge just yet.
“bruce! stop.. stop teasing” you pant.
“don’t you want to wait for clark, angel? don’t wanna save it for him?”
“fuck!” you groan. bruce distracts you with a tongue-filled kiss, letting you taste yourself on his lips.
bruce sits against the headboard, propped up. you flip over and take his hard cock in your hand, cleaning the precum with your tongue before it has time to roll down. in no time your lips are wrapped around his base, your nose smushed to his happy trail.
he grabbed your hair into a makeshift ponytail, holding your head down to grind just a little further into your mouth. through his hazy eyes he saw you slip a hand down the bed between your legs, and pulled you off him.
“save it. clark will be here soon”
“bruce i need it, please” you whimpered. no shame at all for how desperate you sounded.
“c’mere, angel.” he patted his muscular thighs. once you were in his lap he turned you facing outwards, towards the door.
clark walked and was met with the sight of you straddling bruce’s cock. he had an arm around your waist, holding you still. the only relief he was giving you was light strokes against your clit.
the sight rendered clark speechless. his cheeks flushed at the sight of bruce buried in you and the way your arousal dripped down onto his heavy sac. your clit was the hardest he’s sure he’d ever seen it, folds puffy and glistening around bruce’s shaft. the arch of your back only helped showcase your bump, and he’d been dying to get his hands on you since he left you sleeping in the bed this morning.
“um.. hi, guys.. w-wow this is..” he stammered. clark’s glasses began to fog from the heat of his cheeks.
“hi clarkie..” you moaned at bruce’s teasing.
“clark, we’ve been waiting on you. don’t keep us waiting any longer.” although bruce’s tone was stern his words were laced with love and adoration.
in an instant clark was naked and on his belly in front of you and bruce. clark’s tongue drew a long stripe from bruce’s balls all the way up to your clit. bruce moaned at how hard you clenched when clark finally started suckling at you. even with bruce trying to hold you still, you were shifting your hips as much as you could trying to get him to move inside you.
“how was work, clark?” bruce asked.
“was good”, his words were muffled.
“good. how does our sweet wife taste?”
“mmm” clark groaned, “even better.”
clark could feel how intensely your clit throbbed in his mouth.
“gosh, bruce.. you’ve kept her waiting, huh?”
“mhm”, bruce hummed. he reached a hand around and fished for clark’s hair.
“c’mere, hun. lemme taste her”
as he licked into clark’s mouth he finally began bounce you on his cock.
“oh, bruce. oh- god.. fuck” at your whimpers he began palming your tits again. clark clearly took pity on you and reached around to stroke your clit. by the time the two of them were panting behind you, you were fully working yourself onto bruce’s cock. clark moved his hand down to cup bruce’s sac.
“clark, shit.” bruce cursed. clark had moved to nipping at bruce’s flushed neck. moving down, he took one of bruce’s pink nipples into his mouth, you could tell by the way his hips bucked into you.
clark was quick with the way he moved back in between your legs. the way he spit onto his fingers was filthy, but there was no time to consider it before he was stroking your clit. his head ducked down to lap at bruce’s sac. bruce had admitted to you both early on how much he loved the feeling, but never had a partner who really ventured that far down.
it reduced bruce to grunts and whines in seconds, and you loved how needy he became. clark alternated between that and your clit until he had you both as loud as he wanted. he was truly the definition of a service top most of the time.
you could tell bruce was close by the way he sat further up and put more effort into slamming you down onto him. it was as if they exchanged some sort of look. clark doubled down his efforts on your clit.
their hands met at the bottom of your belly and caressed it with touches that were extremely gentle compared to the treatment they gave your pussy.
“y/n, please- mmm, cum, honey. let it out. i’m right here.” clark murmured against you.
bruce moved to pinch both of your nipples, and it sent you crashing over the edge.
your cunt clamped down against bruce, almost locking him in and milking every drop from him. clark worked you both through it, with firm touches and gentle words.
when bruce’s cum leaked out of you, clark was there immediately to clean it up with his tongue. he wasted no time, and went on a side quest to make you cum again on his fingers.
between your whines, you whimpered a “clark, no. need you, too. please.. please clark. i can take it” as if you had to bargain with him for his cock.
clark pushed up onto his knees and slid into your leaking cunt. bruce held you tight as you arched against him.
the focus seemed to have switched onto your nipples this time. you knew they both loved how they’d gotten a tad larger and darker over the past few months. bruce nipped and sucked at your neck while clark pinched them in time with his thrusts.
bruce’s hands came up to rest over clark’s. occasionally he reached further out to grab and scratch at clark’s biceps, knowing how he loved all the touching he could get in these moments.
your final orgasm came quick, hard, and with a loud wail. seconds later clark came, too. he rested against the two of you for a minute to catch his breath. although he had immeasurable strength, you and bruce knew exactly how to wear him out. bruce slipped out from behind you and went to the bathroom to grab a washcloth. while he was gone, clark smoothed your sex hair and pressed gentle kisses to your rosy cheeks.
“you okay?”
“mhm”, your eyes were already fluttering shut.
“promise? is baby okay?” clark whispered with his soft but worried tone.
with a hand in his curls you guided his cheek to your chest and used your other hand to pull his larger one onto your belly.
“we’re fine, honey. all good here. just missed you, s’all”
you felt his smile against your collarbone.
bruce cleaned all three of you up before returning to bed and tucking you all under the thick duvet. one of his large hands found it’s place on your belly. meanwhile, clark had shimmied under the covers to press his face against it.
“missed you so much, sweets.” he pressed a gentle kiss beside your belly button.
as bruce and clark’s voices always seem to reach baby, he got a tiny kick in response.
“my littlest love. mommy’s doing such a good job, huh? keepin’ you all safe in there.” you shivered at the feeling of his eyelashes fluttering against you.
“love your mommy so much. your daddy, too. pa can’t wait to meet you, sweets. i love you so much already..”
his voice was so low you wouldn’t have heard it if you weren’t listening for it. bruce nuzzled his face into your neck when he heard clark’s sweet words. ever the emotionally constipated man, he was silent but rubbed circles into your belly as if he were desperate. needing to feel a kick himself.
and he didn’t stop until he did. baby began kicking like crazy in the presence of the two of them. as if they knew they’d be protected from anything headed their way. clark pressed soft kisses to bruce’s hand, and hummed at the feeling of bruce’s hand cupping his cheek.
silence filled the room for a while.
“d’you think they know we’re here when we aren’t pressed against your bump?” clark whispered, almost as if he were scared. “like… do you think they feel alone in there?”
“mmm i don’t know..” you reached a hand down to play with clark’s thick curls. “ s’hard to not feel loved around the two of you.”
“ask my bladder, it’s been converted to a trampoline recently.”
they both barked out a laugh. clark moved back up to wrap his arms around you. as always, his fingers searched for bruce on the other side of you.
once the three of you all had a hand on each other, both your men passed out relatively quickly.
feeling baby kick against you, you whispered,
“you are so, so loved, sweetheart.”
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