Mina's stuff

TW: Age gap, daddy kink.

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"We shouldn't do this."

Clark stopped above him with a huff. Of effort? Amusement? Bruce couldn't tell until the boy smiled.

"Should've told me that before I got balls deep inside you," he replied and continued rocking into Bruce's more than willing body.

Bruce grunted, legs tightening around the boy's pistoning hips, pulling him deeper into his throbbing heat.

It was hard to be reasonable and responsible adult between the two of them when Clark's thick cock was hitting his sweet spot with deadly precision every time.

To think he the boy had no experience not so long ago - just youthful enthusiasm. Now, after a few tips and thanks to Bruce's leading hand, he could make Bruce see stars like no other lover of the past could.

"I'm old enough to be your father," Bruce continued in hope to end this madness that started with shared glances and "accidental" touches while Dick wasn't looking.

Clark looked down at him with that cheeky smile of his that never failed to make Bruce's legs feel like made of jelly.

"Should I call you daddy then?" he asked with an innocence of a devil.

"Don't you dare," Bruce warned, trying and failing to glare at the boy.

Instead, he closed his eyes and moaned in ecstasy when Clark adjusted his grip on his hips and folded him nearly in half.

"Oh daddy!" Clark groaned, the new angle letting him go deeper, stealing Bruce's breath with every powerful thrust. "You feel so good, daddy. Best pussy in the world."

Bruce whimpered, his cunt clenching around Clark's rapidly moving cock, betraying his true feelings.

Clark changed their position again, giving Bruce's not so young back much needed relief, and settling between his spread legs instead, forearms propped on both sides of Bruce's head.

Bruce locked his calves on the small of the boy's back again and bared his neck for him when Clark started nipping and kissing it. His relentless pounding turned into much calmer pace - slow and sensual, letting Bruce feel every vein and ridge of his cock stroking the walls of Bruce's soaking pussy.

Clark's mouth eventually found its way to Bruce's ear, his hot breath sending spark of pleasure down Bruce's spine.

"Let me love you, daddy, please," he begged desperately, almost whined.

Bruce shivered. He curled his fingers in the boy's wild locks and led him to his mouth, pressing their lips together in a heated kiss as they bodies continued to move together.

This was so wrong, and if Dick ever find out his father was fucking his best friend from collage, that would be the last time he would ever see his son.

But he couldn’t deny himself Clark. Maybe if it was just sex. Just lust.

But not when feelings were involved.

Clark: you are cute *delusional af* so so cute

Bruce: *just being mean* and i'm very much married

Clark: what? *about to start crying*

Bruce: *rolls his eyes affectionately* yeah, i married you, Clark.

Clark: youclark it´s a stupid name.

Bruce: *burst in laughter*

he’s like a cat to me. ear boy

Little doodle of baby Jason practicing reading with his mom❤️

even if clark and bruce are similar in height and build—clark will always notice the smaller details in where their sizes differ. he noticed how smaller his lover was compared to him. how his hands encapsulated bruce’s, how it was easy to wrap around bruce’s waist or pin him down by his wrists. clark realized how much bigger he was where bruce could easily fit in between his legs, how his old t-shirts fall just over the apex of bruce’s thighs.

and when they fuck, clark can’t help but to take advantage of his size. he moves bruce around freely in bed, making bruce ride, putting his legs over clark’s shoulders and pressing his knees to his chest in a press, holding him up against a wall and fucking him hard til the wall shakes, or his chest to bruce’s back and lifting his legs as he jackhammers away inside and all bruce can do is wrap his arms behind clark’s neck and take it.

even in missionary, he’ll drag bruce’s body right back into his thrusts whenever the other’s body slides up the bed. he loves holding bruce’s waist, a reminder of how fragile a human can be under his hands, yet clark shows restraint when it comes to that. he’ll never hurt bruce in that way.

bruce, of course, knew. but never pointed it out. in the back of his mind, he liked being manhandled since in his past relationships it was always him manhandling. it felt nice for clark to have such a stern yet gentle hold on him, significant of their power difference. he’ll let clark do anything to his body, fuck him in all the right places and hold him tight til hand-shaped bruises form on his waist.