Bruce breaking Superman's mind control by flashing him with his pussy.
absolutely iconic
Bruce let out a shaky breath as he rolled out of the way of the metal desk, just as it flew past his head with a velocity that would have shattered bone. The metal screeched against the floor where it landed, gouging the Watchtower’s plated floors. “Kal!” He shouted, diving once more as a chair breezed by him, crashing against the far wall and exploding into a shower of splinters. “Kal, snap out of it!” He bit out, eyes darting around the room for something to help.
Of course, Clark had to be subjected to mind control on the one day he opted to head to the watchtower without his suit or his kryptonite. It was meant to be a short visit, a quick trip to grab some pertinent files for the Batcomputer’s database. It wasn’t meant to be a game of chicken between him and an enraged, mind-controlled Kryptonian, who seemed hell-bent on taking him down one way or another. The red glow in Clark’s eyes pulsed with dangerous intensity, his normally gentle features twisted into a mask of predatory fury.
His hands clenched by his sides as he backed up slowly, trying to think of ways to take down the strongest man on earth with his bare hands. There was nothing that Clark was weak to, really, only Kryptonite, and…
With a thud, his back hit the wall behind him. He kept a close, watchful eye on Clark as the Kryptonian panted heavily, staring with blood-red eyes the way that a predator might watch their prey. Swallowing thickly, he shakily undid his belt, fingers fumbling. The movement spurred something in Clark, and he began stalking closer, step by step, metal creaking beneath his feet, denting with each step.
With haste, Bruce tugged his belt loose and undid the button to his pants. He slid down the wall slowly as he kicked them off, watching carefully as Clark continued to approach, a feral rumbling building in the alien’s chest.
And with one last exhale, Bruce slowly spread his legs wide open, baring his pretty pink pussy to the feral creature. The flesh was already glistening despite the danger; the delicate folds flushed and swollen from their quickie earlier that morning. Immediately, Clark’s movements stalled, his eyes dropping to the exposed flesh. The red in his eyes flickered, as confusion warred with whatever was controlling him.
“Clark?” Bruce asked, eyes widening entirely in disbelief that this was actually working. He reached down with slow, telegraphed moves to gently spread his lips apart, a single, pearly white drop of cum dripping from his well-used cunt.
A wounded sound tore from Clark’s throat, and he stumbled back a few steps, then forward, as his hands reached upwards to fist in his dark curls. Bruce watched in horror as Clark’s legs buckled, bringing the man down to his knees as he groaned loudly. The sound was pained, torn between his internal fight to overcome the control, and its power over him.
“Clark, come back to me,” He breathed once more, when the man went fully still, only the sound of his heavy breathing filling the room. Slowly, Clark began moving forward again, crawling on his hands and knees until he was between Bruce’s legs. Only then did he collapse.
Strong hands slowly snaked up to wrap around either thigh, as a hot, broad tongue licked a stripe up the seam of his exposed cunt. The touch was electric, sending shivers down his spine despite the terror of moments before. “Rao, Bruce,” Clark moaned, blue eyes blinking open to glance up at the vigilante, tongue still expertly flicking against his clit. “What if that didn’t work? What if?-” He mumbled, trailing off to focus on lapping at his favourite treat.
“There’s no world where, ah- ah!” Bruce breathed, back arching as one hand shifted to tangle in Clark’s dark hair. “-where you aren’t obsessed with m-my, ah- pussy,”
Clark’s response was a deep hum against Bruce’s cunt, tongue working into his hole with practiced precision, flicking over his clit with each pass, just to hear Bruce whine. Already, with each curl of his tongue, the danger of moments before was a fleeting memory.
