How It's Done

A/N: All characters are above 18.

As Bruce fucked her, Steph’s pants slipped further down her legs until they tangled up with her boots. She felt so, so girly with Bruce holding her up in the air like she didn’t weight a thing.

Her splayed pussy flowed with juices, making it even easier for Bruce to rut into her. His pants rolled down his hips too, freeing him to thrust into her even more wantonly. He gripped Steph tightly, using her body like all of her was a handle to work her cunt onto his prick.

Steph sighed and moaned, stiff cock going deeper inside her than Tim’s ever had. It was touching unreached places in her, places that seemed far more sensitive than anything Tim’s prick had reached. She undulated her hips as much as she could, wanting Bruce to know that she loved what he was doing to her. That she’d die if he stopped.

Bruce had no intention of stopping—not before he came. He nuzzled his face into Steph’s blonde hair and nibbled on her ear, never allowing himself a moment’s rest. His endowment, nearly a foot long, was always moving inside of Steph’s womanhood.

“Am I hurting you?” he panted.

“You fucking know you are,” Steph replied, her words coming shakily from how hard he was plowing her. “But I love it!”

“Good,” Bruce growled, slamming himself into her until there was no more she could take. “Because it’s going to hurt more when I’m in your ass.”

He was fucking into her so hard that she could already feel him in her ass, the reverberations of his pumping shuddering in her anal passage to remind Steph she had nerves there, nerves that would scream if they were stretched as far as the walls of her pussy was going.

She was so light that Bruce could carry her, and he did, taking her to a nearby dresser and bending her over it so that while he entered her, her clit grinded against the wood with buzzing spasms of pleasure. Steph rocked back and forth, getting off more on the contact her sizzling clit received, and Bruce helped her. Leaning against her back, raking her clit against the top of the dresser with each thrust.

Little flutters ran through Steph’s spine. Bruce could feel them inside her cunt as well as along her skin. His cock was jolted by their intensity; it pleased him to know that with virtually no time at all spent on her, Steph was already so close to coming. He took full advantage of how much her pussy had stretched to plow it mercilessly, eager to make her climax.

Steph grabbed the far side of the dresser and used it for leverage to try and fuck Bruce as much as he was fucking her. His prick continued to trench her out, filling her and opening her up like Tim never had. Steph writhed and moaned, her body taking over from her blanking mind and receiving Bruce’s fucking as it had always longed to.

The more intensely Steph’s pussy shuddered, the more frantically Bruce took her. He squeezed his eyes shut and drove his cock into her depths, taking up all the gripping walls of her sex. From the way his balls were throbbing, he wouldn’t be able to avoid joining Steph in orgasm.

Tim watched. It was all he could do. Bruce had warned them there would be consequences for disobeying orders, told him that everything they did as Batman and Robin was life or death. And now, his misdeed would affect his life forever. Because there was no way he could face Steph again without knowing she’d had sex far better than he could give her.