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The kicker was that whenever absolutely no one was around, Bruce would reach into Clark’s pants and tug on his boxers just to see how much Clark would blush from a little wedgie.

“You okay, Smallville? Something wrong?” “N-No… nothing’s wrong, Bruce.” “I’m sorry… who?”

Clark felt another hard yank, a reminder to correct himself.

“S-Sir… Nothing’s wrong, Sir.”

Being in their suits was a different story. Superman had the confidence, the bubbly attitude, and the strength to stand up to anything in his way… even Bruce.

During one of their patrols, they had to cut things short because of a meeting with the Justice League. Bruce wasn’t too happy about it, as he enjoyed spending time with his big Kryptonian boyfriend, but Clark knew the importance of attending the meeting regardless of whether Batman wanted to keep scouting the area.

Superman decided to take full advantage of his enhanced abilities. He floated over to Bruce, doing his best to remain casual to avoid drawing suspicion. This was his chance for a little teasing of his own.

Once he was within range, he slipped a hand beneath Batman’s cape, traced it down to his utility belt, and gave it one sharp tug.He heard a small grunt from the stoic Bat, and when Superman looked over with a cheeky grin, he noticed something.

“Are you… blushing?!” “Now’s not the time, Clark,” Batman said, trying to walk away from Superman’s grasp. “Oh no, you can’t pull that move on me.”

Superman tightened his grip on Batman’s exterior underwear and pulled him back. He heard Batman’s breath hitch ever so slightly as the wedgie deepened. Once Batman was close enough, Superman gently spun him around, only to notice Bruce avoiding eye contact.

“Oh my gosh… you are blushing!” “We need to focus.” “No, no. You need to admit it.” “I have nothing to admit.” “Then look at me while you say it.”

Batman continued staring off into the distance, attempting to give him the silent treatment. That was, until the larger Kryptonian gently grabbed his face and turned him to look directly at him.

“I knew it. I can spot those rosy cheeks from a mile away.” “Not a word about this.” “Of course… whatever you say.”

Superman smirked. It wasn’t often he got to see Batman’s serious demeanor crack while they were on patrol.Superman stepped closer until they were chest to chest. His hands slid around Batman’s back, slowly drifting lower.

Batman didn’t stop him.

Superman hooked one hand around Bruce’s utility belt and gave it a sharp yank while the other squeezed his newly wedgied ass.

“If you have something on your mind, Clark… it may be best to take it elsewhere.” “I may have a thought or two… but we do have a meeting with the League to attend first.”

Batman’s scowl deepened as he was reminded of the Justice League meeting. They decided to end the patrol there before things became any more distracting. Batman wasn’t happy about it, but it was what needed to be done.

The two heroes stood shoulder to shoulder, looking out over the city. Bruce still pouted over having his time with Clark cut short.

“You know, I could fly us to the meeting.” “That won’t be necessary.” “Are you sure about that? Because I don’t mind carrying you like this if I need to.”

Bruce’s underwear was still pulled halfway up his back. His breath hitched as he realized Clark wasn’t letting up. He hadn’t expected Clark to use that much force on him. Clark kept his grip, knowing that the moment he let go, Bruce would bury the entire moment and pretend it never happened.

“That won’t be necessary, Clark.” “I’m sorry… who?”

As you two get closer, they still tease you about it. Even when you two are getting flirtatious and intimate. You’d be on top of Mac, caressing their body as you make out heavily on the couch, only to feel as their hands slip under your shirt, gently scratching your skin as they go for your waistband. Using both hands, they’d give you a sharp tug, sending you underwear right up your ass.

You let out a small gasp in their mouth, and when you try and pull away they just yank on your wedgie even harder, until your breathing heavy in their ear, too embarrassed to speak.

“Aww, is my little baby having trouble? I thought you liked wedgies.

They egg you on, but you breath just quivers as you try and compose yourself. They yank your underwear higher up your back, encouraging you to speak up.

“C’moooon, you know you can say it. I know you like it.” They give you one more yank, readjusting their grip, wrapping their fingers around the leg holes. “Say it.” “I-I…I like it” “Hm? Like what? C’mon, use your word.” “I like… wedgies” “Hmm, you don’t sound too confident.”

They pull hard on your underwear sending a sharp pain up your ass. You arch your back, pressing your chest closer into theirs. As you lift your head, they shift one of their hands up, cupping the back of your head and pushing you back into the crook of their neck.

“Try again. You like this, right?” “M-mhm. I like this…I like-I like wedgies”

They can feel the heat coming from your face as you turn red from embarrassment. Mac enjoys every second of it, Kissing you on the cheek. “That’s what I thought.”

Lance sits up and makes his way to his feet. Keith is slightly taken aback but interested in what Lance has to say.

"I'll tell you what, if you can beat me, then the training room is all yours." "Okay," Keith replies. "And if I lose?" Keith asks. "Guess we'll just have to see." Lance leans over and grabs the dagger out of Keith's hand. "What are you doing?!?" Keith shouts. "What?. "Do you really think I'd let you use this? I'm unarmed; I can't give you the advantage. Besides, it was wide open." "Knock it off, Lance. Just let me put it away." "So, you want me to give it back to you so you could 'put it away'?" Lance says mockingly. "I'm not that stupid." Keith, beginning to get frustrated, says, "Just give it back." Lance looks at Keith with a smug grin on his face. "Fine, here you go." Lance begins to hand over the dagger to Keith but decides to toss the dagger across the floor. "What the hell!?" "Well, if you want it so bad, go get it," Lance replies.

Keith turns around and starts making his way towards the dagger. Suddenly, Lance lunges after Keith and pins his face to the ground.

"Last time I checked, you weren't supposed to turn your back on your opponent," "Oh, so that's how we're going to do this?" "We could... or we could do it like this."

Lance begins to reach down into the back of Keith’s pants and grabs a hold of Keith’s waistband. Keith’s eyes widen as he realizes what’s about to happen. Lance slowly begins to pull the waistband up exposing Keith’s baby blue underwear

“Aww, what a cute color” Lance says mockingly. Lance moves and begins to sit down on Keith’s back. “Lance, get off of me”! Keith yells. “Why would I do that?” Lance asks as he begins to grab another fistful on Keith’s waistband “If I do that then that means I can’t do THIS.” Keith screams “AAAHHHH, come on Lance, get off.” Lance takes Keith's waistband and quickly forces it up his back stretching it halfway.

Lance ignores him and begins to pull harder, further wedging the baby blue underwear between Keith’s butt. Lance starts to pull harder and harder with each passing second, leaning back and sitting on the back of Keith's head, in order to get more leverage. Lance glances down and begins to see the leg holes begin to reveal themselves to him

“This is just too easy.” Lance thinks to himself,

Lance lets go for a moment. Keith feels a sense of relief, but not before he feels Lance place one hand on his ass. Lance grabs it firmly as he uses his other hand to grab ahold of the piece of fabric between the leg holes. Lance yanks back like a lawnmower and forcing Keith to let at a sharp “EEEPP” as he feels the fabric of his underwear forceful make its way between his ass.

Lance grabs a hold with both hands and continues to pull farther up Keith’s back. Keith’s moans and cries for help are muffled as lance continues to pull harder with each pull. Lance shifts his weight back and once again grabs a hold of Keith’s waistband. The waistband has made its way up to the back of Keith’s next at this point.

"Wow! These are really durable. Let’s see if we can make this wedgie atomic." Keith’s eyes open wide. Lance tightens his grip and places his feet on Keith’s shoulder. Lance pulls hard and begins to straighten out his legs. “AAAhhh.Ow! Ow! Ow!” Keith yells as his underwear is yanked higher and higher with constant tugs. "What’s wrong mullet boy, can’t handle a little wedgie” Lance says mockingly. "Okay, okay I give up you can stop, please,”  

Keith says but is ignored. Lance pulls more and more and Keith’s underwear bouncing his ass up and down, making sure underwear stretches farther up his back.

“Come on, just a little further” Lance mutters to himself.

He gives one more sharp pull but begins to hear the sound of tearing fabric. Lance straightens his long legs all the way and gives one more sharp pull “ATOMIC WEDGIE!!!'' Lance yells with glee while Keith grabs his ass in agony.