#poly!superbat x reader

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.”

——

when he jolts awake from a nightmare with frantic eyes and a heaving chest. his first thought is to not wake either of you up. to go to the living room and just deal with it alone. but he regains his senses and ends up waking either you or bruce up, seeking comfort. without fail, whoever he leaves sleeping ends up waking up from all the movement anyways. you both tuck him in between you, if he isn’t already, and soothe him with gentle touches and reassuring words. whispers of his birth name and promises of your boundless love eventually lull him back to sleep. two sets of arms wrapped around his form. two hands that stroke his soft skin. two sets of lips that press long kisses to his hair, neck, shoulders, cheeks… everywhere.

while he’s cooking for you and bruce in the kitchen. either in his apartment or at the manor with alfred shoo’ed away. he moves with ease, flipping bacon and pancakes before either have time to burn, because when it’s his turn to cook it’s always breakfast for dinner. he has an apron on, likely a frilly “kiss the cook!” one that was definitely made to fit your size, not his. tongue between his teeth and whispering measurements to himself. every time, without fail, either you or bruce sneak up behind him to wrap you arms around his waist and sneak bites of food. you’ll nuzzle your face against his shoulder with a hum, “mmm, thanks kal-el”

you’re all getting ready for another gala. bruce goes to help clark tie his tie while you finish your hair. although clark has tied his own tie a million times, he shows no objection to letting bruce do the job for him. bruce takes time to run his fingers along the tie underneath clark’s collar to “make sure it’s not flipped”. the contact would have clark a little flustered already. but after he’s all set, bruce kisses him and whispers “you look so handsome, kal-el.”, and it renders him speechless.

when he’s hurt, his powers stripped from kryptonite or his body aches from a brutal combat. either in the hospital or the medical corner of the cave. you hover over him with tears in your eyes, hands shaky and lip wobbling. “kal-el.. honey, please.” you’d whimper. your hands move from his arms to his chest, up to his face, wherever you can touch him as if the feeling would suddenly heal him. bruce is just as unwell, but more quiet. in a nearby chair with his elbows on his knees, head in his hands.

but moooooooooost definitely in the bedroom. sorry i’m a horndog 4ever. lemme share some thoughts

-bruce railing clark while he eats you out. both of you telling him how good he is, how he’s such a sweetheart, “so good for us, kal-el..”

-you & bruce worshipping clark’s cock. “such a pretty cock, kal-el… so fucking hard for us.. look at you..” while he whines and squirms.

-missionary where clark is just fucking the life out of you while bruce watches. “oh- fuck! mm- kal! fuck, kal-el.. right there.”

-bruce rimming him while you suck him off. “taste so fucking good, kal. mmm.. this ass is fuckin’ mine, kal-el.”

-him and bruce DP’ing you. “bruce.. kal… shit, oh fuck you’re so deep.”

and finally, when he’s a little bit floaty and in subspace. shaky breathing and heavy eyes while you and bruce clean him up. “so good for us, kal-el..” “kal-el.. so perfect. all ours, hmm?” and sweet murmurs of his name while you hold him in the hot bath after 🤌🏼

—-

You reached to get cash out of your wallet when you heard someone yell out before the windows shattered. Lex Luthor and Scarecrow had joined forces, unleashing a toxin-laced explosion that tore through the city's east side.

You were caught in the blast.

By the time Bruce arrived, the Batmobile skidding to a halt in the rubble, your body was already being pulled from the wreckage. Bloodied, ears ringing, but alive.

Clark landed seconds later, eyes glowing with panic. "I should've been here," he whispered, cradling you in his arms as Bruce scanned your vitals with trembling fingers.

Damn he got here fast.

"Seems like that tracking device works huh?" you rasped trying to make light of the situation. "...It's not your fault."

Even though you could barely see with all the dust and debris everywhere, you could just tell that they didn't believe you. The silence between the two spoke for itself.

-

Bruce didn't sleep that night. He kept replaying the footage, over and over, analyzing every angle he possibly could- every missed signal. Clark was hovering over by your bedside in the Watchtower, refusing to leave your side no matter who offered to help.

"I should've heard the explosion- I mean I hear everything," Clark muttered. "I hear everything," he said again, more to himself this time.

"You're not some god that can be everywhere all at once," you whisper gently, reaching for his hand. "You're just... you, and that's enough for me- for us."

Bruce now stands in the doorway, arms crosses, jaw tight. "The doesn't get rid of the fact that we failed you."

You sighed. "You didn't. I'm still here and I can take a little rough up- I'm fine."

But the guilt was a living thing between them. Thriving and growing stronger with each passing minute. Bruce buried it under tech upgrades and contingency plans. Clark tried to drown it in tenderness, bringing you flowers you're sure you've never seen before, and talking you to sleep with his soothing voice.

-

Weeks passed. Your wounds healed, but the emotional scars lingered.

One night, you found Bruce in the cave, staring at a new suit design. "It's reinforced for toxin exposure," he said, not looking up. "For you."

You walked over, placed a soft hand on his broad shoulder. "I don't need armor; I'm not made of glass."

He turned, eyes soft but still sharp. "And what if we lose you? Then what?"

You didn't say anything because usually when he gets like this, there is no arguing with him. You just have to wait.

Later, in the Fortress of Solitude, Clark held you close as the auroras danced overhead. "You know, you're the strongest person I know," he murmured. "But I really hate that you had to be."

Bruce joins the both of you, pulling you both into a quiet, firm embrace. You kissed them, sighing softly, "We're stronger together though."

"I'm fine with that."

"I am too."

Even though you could tell they weren't totally over what had happened, they were still your lovers who cared for you at the end of the day.

And that was enough for you.