Patreon Compilation – Fic#357 – Batman/OC – muscle bear Batman; suit ripping – Surveillance

Batman/OC – Sonny is basically a male version of Power Girl (really just wearing her suit because it's hot af) and he's very thicc and very beach boy dumb. Batman is a hairy bear that somehow squeezes himself into his regular size suit and it just holds on desperately and valiantly. Sonny has been gagging to get his hands on the muscle bear. That's it. That's the deal.

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Sonny is so careful letting himself into the surveillance room and be quiet about it; but the second he closes the door with a distinct not click, Batman’s rough voice pipes up.

“Don’t you have better work to do?”

Sonny stands up straight in a flash, his wide, muscular chest doing an extra jiggle through the window of his skimpy suit.

“I uh…”

Bruce hasn’t even turned around in his chair. His eyes are fixed on various screens, all showing different and lifeless pictures of sites that the Justice League are currently monitoring. Not a single movement is seen on any one of them.

The room is dark except for the light spilling from the electronics, casting Batman mostly into shadows. It does still nothing to hide how absolutely sexy he is. How the chair beneath him is struggling and groaning under the weight of this hairy bear that has somehow squeezed his meaty ass into the seat.

Sonny’s mouth instantly goes dry as he sees how the seams of Batman’s suit are struggling to even keep together around the meaty fat-and-muscle of his whole body. His round beer belly is spilling over his belt in a way that looks painful. Sonny wants to bite it. He wants to rip the material of Batman’s suit open with his teeth so he can lick at his undoubtedly hairy belly.

He slinks closer.

Batman pulls his dutiful gaze off the monitors for only a second to throw Sonny a look.

Sonny doesn’t think that he had been all too obvious, but Batman’s eyes look knowing and he grunts in a low, knowing way as he leans back in the creaking chair and extends one leg as if in invitation.

The suit is so tight that Sonny can see it conforming to every muscle in his thick thighs. His insides twist in eager anticipation. He’s been hot for a bear like Batman for way too long now.

When he doesn’t immediately move and just stands there staring (and salivating), Batman grunts again, eyes flicking over to him.

“C’mere.” He’s such a brute sometimes. Curt and callous and acting like a lone wolf most of the time – so Sonny is honestly surprised when he doesn’t have to act all slutty and greedy and beg for it; and instead is invited in.

Not that he’s not going to act slutty and greedy and beg for it. It feels physically impossible when he gets to straddle Batman’s lap and slots his spandex covered cock against the lower swell of his stomach.

He groans. So does the chair. He’s honestly surprised the poor thing is still keeping up and hasn’t spilled them all onto the floor already.

Batman only grunts again like that’s the only reaction he’s got in himself. One hand is still on the mouse, clicking around on screen after screen. The other comes to rest on Sonny’s fat ass, thick fingers digging into the meat, then spasming. His eyes flick to Sonny’s face, expression mostly unreadable as he digs his fingers in again; this time harder, deeper. Experimenting.

“...Fat assed slut,” he grunts. Sonny chokes immediately on his own spit, body twitching and hands coming up automatically to brace himself on Bruce’s chest. Feeling his meaty, fat pecs in his palms makes him feel like his brain – what little there is – immediately flatlines.

He is so intensely, unshakeably hard and Batman just staring at him while letting him hump away at his fat bear belly has him feel mushy on the inside while his cock is leaking eager enough to start a dark patch on the front of his costume.

“Fuck,” Batman mutters low and guttural and Sonny answers with an airy ‘ah! ah!’ as he rolls his hips, fucking against the firm lower swell of the bear’s stomach. He can feel the coarse texture of his hair through the spandex of his costume.

Batman shifts. The chair creaks and so do the seams on his costume; begging for mercy as his muscles bulge when he keeps feeling Sonny up and finally stops pretending like he is more interested in the screens behind him and instead brings his large hand to the back of Sonny’s head, urging him to lean in so he can slot their lips together.

It’s a move that takes Sonny completely by surprise… but it is not unwelcome. At the first, wet press of tongue, he opens up nice and wide, eyes going glassy and cock kicking against Batman’s stomach.

Batman presses into him. His tongue is fat and overbearing, pushing in like it owns the place and attempting to fuck into Sonny’s throat. He doesn’t even try to keep up; just submissively keeps himself open, drool slipping down his chin as he is getting kissed by this dominant bear until he can barely even breathe anymore. His hips rock back and forth; into the hand groping his fat, jiggling ass and into the firm stomach in front of him.

His brain feels like it is about to drip out of his ears. He’s been fantasizing about this exact scenario for weeks.

Only that in his mind Batman would have been rougher. Meaner. Maybe put him over the center console and fucked him messy and rough until Sonny felt like he wouldn’t be able to walk for days.

This is different, but he enjoys it a lot anyway. Batman keeps him hugged close and keeps kissing him and keeps stealing his breath until his head is pounding with the lack of oxygen and he is pretty sure he’s come in his suit at least once.

At least it’s all very hot and slimy and filthy in there, his cock desperately twitching and oversensitive and…

They fumble with each other’s suits; Sonny trying to get Batman’s dick out and Batman trying to bare Sonny’s ass.

They’re breathing heavy and labored, both fighting with the need to kiss and bite and still breathe at the same time. The near silence is shattered by the loud sound of seams ripping.

Sonny leans back. His mouth is hanging open, chin and chest wet from drooling as he stares down at Batman who stares back up at him. Both struggle to comprehend with what just happened. Sonny almost convinces himself for a moment that the rip came from his own suit; from Batman getting impatient and just tearing into the back of his spandex to free his ass.

But then Batman lifts one of his arms and looks underneath and Sonny can see that there’s a huge gape on his side, starting from underneath his arm and going almost to his hips where his suit finally capitulated and split wide open.

Sonny’s brain flatlines. He stares at the thick bush of hair spilling out from Batman’s newly exposed armpit and at the side of the muscular, round belly that is getting more and more exposed the more stitches keep snapping, and he wonders if he has died and gone to heaven or something. His ears must be steaming.

“Oh dear,” he whispers, voice strained because he is barely able to pull enough air into his lungs to speak in the first place. They briefly look at each other in another moment of stillness before they suddenly jump back into motion. Sonne practically falls forward, face first into Batman’s exposed armpit while this absolute bear of a man does just what Sonny had thought would happen earlier: He rips his spandex open and grunts low in his throat when he notices that Sonny isn’t wearing anything underneath.

Because Sonny is a whore first and foremost and he doesn’t mind if people see his cock through his sluttish, tight suit.

Thick fingers slide between his massive cheeks, giving his hole a cursory tickle to see how much he would need to prep him for…

Sonny ruts more, fucking against Batman’s belly while inhaling his musk and feeling like he’s having some kind of religious experience. Fat fingers slide into his puffy hole to stretch it wide and still they take a damn backseat to the metallic sound of Batman’s belt snapping from Sonny’s rutting and clattering to the floor.

Sonny is coming again. Spread just on fat bear fingers and huffing Batman’s armpit. Just from witnessing how massive his body is and how much his suit has been struggling to contain all that raw, hairy strength.

Beneath him, Batman shudders bodily. Has he come in his suit’s pants as well? Just from fondling Sonny’s fat ass?

He must be dreaming. Has to. Oh my Lord-

“You’re so damn sexy,” Batman growls into his ear, breath huffing and puffing out of him and hitting the side of Sonny’s face scalding hot. “Get up. Get in my rooms. I need you.”

Sonny whimpers, dumb and simpering because all thoughts that he might have had have flown right out of his dumb little head.

“Yes, sir.”