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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Superman_-_Fandom, Batman_-_Fandom, DC_Universe
  Relationship:
      Batman/Supergirl, Batman/Lois_Lane, Superman/Lois_Lane
  Character:
      Batman, Supergirl_-_Character, Lois_Lane, Superman
  Additional Tags:
      Underage_-_Freeform, Consensual_Underage_Sex, Vaginal_Sex, Unethical_Sex,
      Taking_Advantage, Fingering, Kissing, Suckling, Rough_Sex, BDSM_elements,
      dominant_Batman, Submissive_Supergirl, Control_Kink, Submission,
      Kryptonite, Biting, Submissive_Female_Characters, Older_Man/Younger
      Woman, Electra_Complex, MUCH_OLDER_MAN, Ass_Smacking, fat_kink, Fat
      Shaming, Slut_Shaming, Shame_kink, Humiliation_kink, Lactation_Kink,
      Mommy_Kink, Pregnancy_Kink, Ass_Play, Spanking, Cuckoldry, Infidelity,
      Insult_Kink, Pain_Kink, Consensual_Emotional_Abuse, Is_that_a_thing,
      probably_not
  Series:
      Part 2 of Batman_Fetish, Part 3 of DC_Fetish
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-02-07 Completed: 2018-02-15 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 3987
****** I'm A Lover, And I'm A Sinner ******
by StannisTheMannis
Summary
     It isn't easy being Batman. Every night filled with psychopaths,
     crime lords, and monsters, all of whom want nothing more than his
     head on a pike. His sidekicks have a habit of dying on him, typically
     due to his failure to save them, he has to act like an idiot and a
     joke in public in order to keep his identity a secret, and a stable
     romantic relationship? Forget it.
     But sometimes... just sometimes... it does have its perks.
Notes
     Title from "The Joker" by the Steve Miller Band.
     Each chapter title comes from episodes of Superman: The Animated
     Series.
***** Little Girl Lost *****
It wasn't Bruce's fault.
They had come to him.
First, it was the girl. Kara Zor-El, Clark's cousin/sidekick. Bruce had been
there when she first came to Earth. He had used a holographic image of her
parents to calm her down, when she was lashing out at everything around her
from fear and confusion. Since then, she had been an completely loyal and
determined soldier in the never ending fight for justice.
It was funny, thought Bruce to himself. Supergirl could juggle school buses and
fly at the speed of sound. But Superman was still fiercely protective of her.
Then again, he supposed if he had a teenage cousin, he'd be protective of her
too, no matter how well she could take care of herself.
Especially if she made a habit of breaking into strange men's homes wearing
nothing but skimpy spandex.
Bruce had found her in the Cave after taking down the Zebra Man and the Polka
Dot Man, who had teamed up to do... something with colors. He had been too busy
punching them in the face to really pay attention. It was in a reasonably good
mood that he returned to his very own Fortress of Solitude, hoping that this
could be a quiet and peaceful night (Or at least as much as any Gotham night
could be quiet or peaceful). And so, when Bruce saw the teen girl sitting in
his Bat-Chair with a little smile on her face, wearing the tight blue spandex
and short red skirt that passed for a costume, his first reaction was that of
disappointment.
What was the problem now? he had wondered. A volcano in Hawaii? A Tidal Wave in
the Carribeans? An earthquake in-
And then Supergirl spread her legs, exposing the pink fabric of her panties,
and Bruce became entirely distracted.
She hadn't said anything. She didn't need to. That was enough to send Bruce
striding towards her, looming over her as she sat in his chair. Kara smiled up
at him, that mischievous, sinful smile, as she reached forward and placed a
small hand on his cock, which was beginning to harden in his tights.
He wrapped a hand around one soft breast, marveling at its combination of
plumpness and firmness that only that of a teenage girl's could have. Then
Bruce was kissing her, her full lips instantly parting and letting his tongue
invade her warm little mouth, and as he did curled a finger around the fabric
of her panties and ripped them off, lifting up her skirt to reveal muscular tan
thighs and a little sliver of pinkness underneath a shaved mound.
Bruce pushed a finger into her pussy, marveling at its tightness, and as Kara
gasped and mewled he realized that she was a virgin. A fucking virgin, for
God's sake.
"I'll be gentle," he whispered, but the young heroine shook her head, even as
tears welled up in her eyes and as her breathing became labored.
"Don't," she commanded, and even in her state of dishevelment she still
possessed the same authority that her cousin did. And who was Bruce to refuse?
He added a third finger to her cunt, provoking another sharp gasp from Girl of
Steel, reaching up and tearing down the front of her costume as he did so, eyes
widening at the sight of the perkiest, fullest, sweetest tits he had ever seen.
And he'd seen plenty. They were large but not obscenely so, like some of the
bimbos he had clinging to his side when he played the part of Bruce Wayne,
eccentric billionaire. Supergirl's breasts seemed perfectly molded to his
hands, as if they were created simply to he held by him, a duty he took up
eagerly. And her nipples were beautifully pink and puffy, gardening before his
eyes.
"Go on," cried the Kryptonian, practically begging. "I want it. I need it."
Bruce wanted it too. But not yet. First, he reached into his Utility Belt,
pulling out a small lead box. Kara chuckled, even as she thrust her hips
forward against his probing fingers.
"Are you going to pop the question?" she asked with a grin. "I think that's a
bit sudden-"
And then he opened the box, and the darkness of the Bat Cave was suddenly
filled with a sickly green light.
Supergirl's smile faded, replaced by a look of horror. She froze as Bruce
slipped on the Kryptonite Ring, and flinched away when he tried to stroke her
cheek.
"Relax," Bruce said with a small smirk. "I used magnetic depolarization in
order to lessen the radiation of the rock. In other words..."
He grabbed Kara's chin, his tight grip smushing her cheeks upwards, as he
tilted her head up to look him in the eye.
"It won't hurt you. But it'll leave you helpless."
And the fear was gone from Supergirl's face, replaced by a sudden
understanding, followed by a look of pure desire.
She needs it, thought Bruce. She needs me.
So he did what any kind, generous, and selfless man would do. He gave her what
she needed.
Bruce withdrew his fingers from her wet cunt, provoking a whimper of longing
from the blonde, before pulling his cock from his tights, nearly nine inches
long fully erect. Supergirl reached out for it desperately, but he brushed her
hands away, and gave her another kiss, this time on the neck, as he pushed into
her.
Kara screamed, a guttural, primal scream, bucking up like a wild animal. Bruce
nipped lightly at her neck, and was delighted to see that the ring was working.
His teeth had left behind a faint bite mark on her smooth, tan skin. The girl's
hands were moving across his chest, slipping under his shirt, feeling his
muscles, and Bruce returned the favor, groping her breasts with one hand as he
snaked the other behind her body and rested it on the curve of her bottom.
The older man pounded her mercilessly, thrusting into her again and again and
again, and Kara's eyes were rolling back into her head as a trickle of drool
drilled down from her mouth, splattering on her tits. His cape was draped over
her like a curtain, as if to keep her hidden from the outside world, so only he
could enjoy her. Bruce played with one hard nipple, pinching and tweaking it,
moving it in a circle with his thumb until it was fully erect, before leaning
down and taking it in his mouth. Supergirl let out a low moan as he suckled on
her breast, biting down on the soft flesh hard enough to leave a mark, almost
choking on its fullness. He reached his free hand up to her face, trailing the
ring across her cheeks, as he could practically feel the strength leaving her
body. He stopped his finger right above her lips, and when Kara leaned her head
upwards and took it in her mouth, fellating it like a cock, running her tongue
against the smooth crystal of the rock, Bruce felt his climax approaching.
Desperate to get as much enjoyment as he could out of this encounter before it
ended, Bruce slid his other hand, the one resting on the small of her back,
down until it was wrapped around one of her ass cheeks. They were as soft and
smooth and plump as her breasts, and Bruce squeezed it with all his might,
feeling the sweet and supple flesh in his hands as he pushed her hips upwards
to meet his erection as he thrust one last time-
He came deep inside her cunt, filling her to brim with his seed, and Kara held
him tightly as he did, burrowing her face into his neck to muffle her cries of
passion, and Bruce realized that she really was just a child, a little girl
desperately searching for someone to give her the love she needs. And he felt
sick to his stomach, though not sick enough to resist giving her one last kiss
before pulling away.
"The showers are on the third floor, second hallway, fourth room on the right,"
he told her. "You can't miss them."
Kara nodded sadly, slowly walking past him without a word, head down, and as
she passed Bruce he raised his hand and brought it down hard on her ass, with
enough force to make her gasp. She whirled around, eyes wide and wondering, but
Bruce just smirked.
"Feel free to stop in any time," he told her, turning away without another
word, and it was with a wide grin that Supergirl flew up the Bat-Pole. Bruce
collapsed into his chair, suddenly exhausted, and soon enough sleep took him.
***** My Girl *****
Bruce didn't have anything against Clark. Really, he didn't.
Sure, the big blue boy-scout could be a bit stuck-up sometimes. A bit naive. A
bit too trusting. And yeah, though they were friends, Bruce often found himself
wishing Superman would get mind controlled by some bad guy so he'd get a chance
to punch him in his manly jaw and perfectly white teeth-
But that was neither here nor there. The point is, Bruce did like Clark, or at
least he did most of the time. And though they didn't always see eye to eye,
Bruce would never actively go out of his way to do him wrong.
So no, Bruce couldn't explain why, the night after he took the virginity of
Superman's cousin, he was fucking Superman's wife.
It had started innocently enough. Bruce had just stopped Killer Moth and Kite
Man from completing their latest daring aerial heist, and he stopped back at
Wayne Manor to have a quick dinner before duty called once more. But it wasn't
duty that called.
"Please, Bruce," pleaded Lois Lane-Kent over the phone, her call having
interrupted his meal. "I need to talk to you. It's important."
She hung up before Bruce had a chance to ask why, leaving him no choice but to
drive to Metropolis. He hated leaving Gotham alone at night, but whatever was
going with Lois was clearly important. It was a quick enough journey when you
were taking a rocket-powered tank, and Bruce pulled up in front of Clark and
Lois' apartment building around midnight.
The door was locked, but he let himself in.
Lois was waiting for him on the couch in their living room, hands folded on her
lap. She looked up at Bruce as he entered, a grave expression on her face that
made him fear the worst.
"What's wrong?"
Then Lois stood, and as Bruce got a good look at her, he realized how the night
was going to end.
The reporter had always been an attractive woman, and Bruce couldn't deny that
he had fantasized about her plenty of times in the past, even after she had
married Clark. But she was different now. Her body was different now. For in
the eight months since Bruce had last seen Lois, her figure had been stretched
and contorted by the one thing that could either rob a woman of their beauty or
multiply it by a thousandfold.
Lois Lane-Kent was pregnant. And though she had always been pretty, now?
Now she was beautiful.
Her breasts, which had been considerably large to begin with, were now
colossal, straining against the soft silk of the purple blouse she wore. Bruce
could see that the pale flesh was criss-crossed with vibrant blue veins, that
only served to remind him how full of milk they were.
Her stomach too had gone through a radical change in size, though that was
somewhat more expected. Once trim and flat and muscular, it was now massive,
swollen to the point where Bruce was surprised it didn’t burst through her
blouse.
Those weren’t the only changes she had clearly gone through, though. There was
something different about Lois, something at first imperceptible, but when
noticed, impossible to ignore.
She was fat.
Not obese, or anything like that. And not to the point where it overshadowed
her natural beauty. In fact, Bruce had to admit, it only increased it. Lois’
meaty thighs, her incredibly wide hips, her plump ass, and the soft curve to
her once sharp features made her even more attractive. There was something
almost... divine about it. She was like something out of an old painting, where
overweight women walked around fully nude, typically surrounded by flying
cherubs, and their weight did not make them ugly; it was a Rubenesque symbol of
their beauty.
And Lois was beautiful, so beautiful Bruce was already beginning to wonder how
long he could control himself. He looked down at her, as she looked up at him,
and he saw a Mother figure, a Virgin Mary, a Madonna with a baby at each
breast. Bruce looked down at her, and he understood why he felt such incredible
lust for her.
Pregnancy led to life, to the creation of brand-new life. And fat was, in the
animal kingdom, nothing more than proof that the animal had eaten well, that it
was healthy, and full of life. And there was nothing more beautiful than life.
“I know what you want to do,” whispered Lois, and Bruce almost jumped, startled
from his musing. Her bright blue eyes were wide and shimmery with tears, but
her full red lips were curled up into a small smile.
“Lois, I-“
“And I want you to do it.”
“You’re married to Clark,” protested Bruce. “You’re going to have his son.
Lois, you’re- you’re incredible. But he’s my friend. I can’t do this to him- or
to you.”
Lois took a step forward, and Bruce backed away. Part of him wanted to step
forward instead, to take her in his arms, to do to her what both of them truly
wanted, but Bruce knew that he had to resist.
“Fuck me, Bruce,” said Lois, as she reached up and pulled down the front her
blouse, baring one beautifully fat tit with a puffy, erect pink nipple, just
waiting to be sucked.
And Bruce knew he couldn’t resist.
He moved without thinking, and the next thing he knew his arms were wrapped
around her, one hand on the side of her face, feeling the soft pudge of her
cheeks, the other on her ass, holding the round globes tightly, fingers sinking
into her flesh.
Bruce’s mouth crashed into Lois’ without any restraint, his tongue sliding
between her lips, and the married woman moaned as she rubbed up against him,
her cunt grinding against his erection.
“I want-“ gasped out Lois. “Oh, God- I need... I need to you to...”
“Say it,” Bruce growled into her ear as kissed the side of her neck, softly
biting at her flesh.
“I need you to punish me,” Lois practically screamed. “I need you to- to
humiliate me. I’m such a slut, Bruce. Such a fucking slut.”
“I can tell.”
“Then say it,” she demanded, holding him close as he fondled her ass, kissing
his neck, his jaw, the cold black metal of his mask. “Say it or I swear to God-
“
“Such a fucking slut,” said Bruce with a dark smirk, and as Lois closed her
eyes in bliss he raised his hand and smacked her backside hard. She squealed,
eyes flying open, before laughing hysterically as he pulled her down onto the
coach, the pregnant reporter lying across the vigilante’s lap, bucking wildly.
“Clark would never be this rough,” giggled Lois as she wiggled in Bruce’s grip,
unable to break free, held down over his lap by his strong arms. “He doesn’t
want to hurt me. But sometimes, Bruce- sometimes I want to be hurt.”
Bruce grinned down at Lois, the way her butt cheeks jiggled so provocatively
under the flowing fabric of her skirt while she squirmed helplessly, his hard
cock pressing against her swollen stomach, and he grabbed the hem of her skirt,
pulling it up, exposing her smooth pale ass, ripples traveling through it as
she struggled.
“Please,” gasped out Lois, face red, panting deeply. “Please.”
Bruce raised one hand high above her ass, and brought it down with all his
might. Lois let out what was either a scream of pain or of bliss, and Bruce
smiled triumphantly as he watched her flesh tremble like Jell-O.
“Insult me,” Lois begged, sounding close to tears. “Humiliate me. I want- I
need- someone who can make me cry. Please, Bruce, I need you-“
“My little slut,” laughed Bruce, and Lois cooed, pure ecstasy filling her, as
Bruce suddenly smacked her backside again, less hard this time, but still with
enough force to make her pale flesh begin to grow pink.
“T-Thank you,” hissed Lois through clenched teeth. “Now call me... call me a
whore. Call me a cunt.”
“You dirty whore. You slutty fucking cunt.”
Each word was punctuated by another hard slap, each one causing Lois’ sizable
ass to quiver in a way Bruce found almost hypnotizing. With every spank, Lois
let out a sharp gasp, and Bruce could feel her wetness growing, dampening her
skirt.
Knowing he didn’t have much time left before he lost control, Bruce let out a
series of quick smacks, alternating between her butt cheeks, until they were
both a pleasant shade of crimson. Lois’ breathing was becoming even more
labored, her eyes half-closed.
“More...” she pleaded. “I need you to hurt me... I need you to make me cry...”
“Stupid slut,” laughed Bruce, and he felt Lois’ body tense up. For a moment, he
was worried he had gone too far. From what Clark had told him, Lois’
intelligence was the thing she was most proud of. All her life, the reporter
had faced those who thought that because of her gender she couldn’t be as
clever or smart as the others in her field. And despite how Lois had begged to
be insulted, maybe, worried Bruce with growing dread, going after what her
biggest sore spot was too much. Maybe she’d slap him, or spit in her face, or
maybe, God help him, she’d tell Clark what he had done.
Then he felt a sudden puddle on his knee, and as Lois looked up at him with
tear-filled eyes and red cheeks and a half-open mouth that had a string of
drool hanging from it, Bruce realized that she was even kinkier than he had
imagined.
“You like that, don’t you? Me reminding you how much of a brainless bimbo you
really are?” demanded Bruce in his best intimidation voice, before suddenly
rolling on top of Lois, pinning her down to the couch underneath him. His hands
lashed out, wrapping around her wrists, holding the pregnant woman even as she
struggled.
“Not too rough,” Lois protested. “The baby-“
“Be quiet,” snapped Bruce, and Lois fell silent, her obedience pathetic in a
way he knew they both found deeply arousing.
His cock had been pushing up against his pants to the point where it was
painful, and Bruce let out a sigh of relief as he pulled it out. He pushed
forward, sliding underneath her skirt and into her cunt, and Lois let out a
soft gasp, looking into his eyes, whimpering as he thrusted.
“Stupid bitch. Dumb little whore.”
As Bruce fucked her, he bent down and kissed her plump cheeks, moving down to
her chin (which he could tell would soon be chins, plural), then even lower,
kissing her exposed breast. It was so different from Supergirl’s, fat instead
of perky, pale instead of tan, and yet they were just as beautiful, though in a
different way. Her flesh was warm in his his mouth, and without thinking Bruce
bit down on her nipple. And as Lois screamed in pleasure, warm milk flooded
Bruce’s mouth, and his eyes flew open, before closing once more.
Bruce suckled from Lois’ full tit, mouth locked around it, squeezing the flesh
like he would a cow’s udder with one hand as the other moved underneath her
butt, pinching and stroking her cheeks, one finger sliding towards her tight
asshole, slowly pushing into it.
“Yes, yes, yessss... oh, Bruce!”
Lois was yowling like a she-cat as Bruce thrusted into her harder and faster
than ever before, her head thrown back, eyes closed in ecstasy, arms wrapped
around his head, holding him tight against her breasts. A constant stream of
milk poured into Bruce’s hungry mouth, and it felt so good, so right, her
nipple in between his lips and her cunt around his cock, squeezing tightly, and
his finger going deeper into her ass, where even Clark had never dared to
penetrate-
The thought of Clark filled Bruce with a sudden loathing. A sudden deep,
unstoppable rage. And the sight of Lois’ pregnant belly, filled with Clark’s
child, only served to remind him that though Lois was submitting to him now,
she had submitted to Clark first. The Kryptonian had claimed her, and as fun as
fucking her was, she was still just sloppy seconds-
Barely knowing what he was doing, Bruce dug his teeth into the flesh of Lois’
breasts, hard enough to draw blood, before pulling away suddenly, looking down
at her flushed face with unexplainable hatred.
“Dumb cunt.”
He was close, and she was too. Bruce pounded Lois so hard and fast she was
screaming, arms wrapped around her neck, his strong hands roughly groping her
tits. He knew it would be mere seconds before they came together, and Bruce was
determined to make her orgasm more powerful than any Clark could ever give her.
His fingers curled around one puffy pink nipple, squeezing it until a thin
trickle of milk streaked from it, running down the mountain of flesh, and,
seized with a sudden inspiration, Bruce ran his fingers through the milk and
brought them down to Lois’ mouth. She parted her lips automatically, taking the
fingers in her mouth with a satisfied sigh, tasting herself, drinking herself-
“You like that, don’t you?” asked Bruce, the pressure building up within him,
about to be released. And then, leaning down to her ear, Bruce whispered the
one phrase that he knew would push them over the edge.
“Fat Ass.”
Lois cried as she came, the force of her climax rocking through her body, and
Bruce let loose deep within her pussy, filling her up with his seed just as he
knew Clark must have. But could Clark make her scream like this? Bruce didn’t
think so.
When they had both finished, Bruce held Lois close to him as she sobbed, head
resting on his shoulder, tears running down her cheeks. A hot flash of guilt
cut through Bruce, both for hurting Lois and for betraying Clark’s trust.
But then again, he supposed, as he held Lois’ curvy, supple body against his
own, what Superman didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.
“My girl”, Bruce whispered, clutching Lois tightly as she cried. “‘My girl.”
Above the clouds of the dark Metropolis sky, Clark Kent looked down at his
friend and ally embracing his naked wife, both covered in sweat and come. He
felt a burst of blinding anger, not like any he had felt in quite some time,
but though he considered flying down and punching the Batman all the way back
to Gotham, instead he turned towards the Caped Crusader’s hometown and flew
off, faster than a speeding- well, you get the idea.
In the distance, Clark’s telescopic vision could see the teenaged Barbara
Gordon studying alone in her apartment, wearing a tight shirt with no bra,
showing off her perky tits, and sweatpants that just barely revealed the curve
of her tight ass. And there, on the rooftops of Gotham, ran Selina Kyle, her
latex catsuit putting her ample assets on display, from her bouncing breasts to
her plump behind.
As he sped off towards Gotham, towards Batman’s sidekick and his lover, Clark
smiled.
Revenge was sweet.
But Justice... Justice was sweeter.
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