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Kinks #2

(Conner Kent Smut)

[Art work is not mine! Credit to evinist]

Requested by: jasontoddloverblog

Keys:

Y/N: Your Name

Word Count: 6,602

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Slight domestic violence

Cursing

Hickeys/Brusies 

Oral (male and female receiving)

Creampie

Hair Pulling

Choking

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     "Conner, my guy!" Roy yells as he walks into Wally's bedroom. It's been about a month since our last 'boy's night' and Wally decided we need another one. I don't know why we need another one, or the first one to begin with, but I'm still here like I'm supposed to be. Even though I'd much rather be in Y/N's bed with her.

     We've been having the sex. Or sex. We've been having sex. Y/N doesn't like when I call it 'the sex'. She says it ruins the mood when I word it like that. We've been having sex a lot, almost every day.

     Sometimes, usually, when she gets into a fight with someone, we have sex more than once a day. When that happens, it ends up happening somewhere that's not her or my bed. Last time it was on the kitchen counter. I don't enjoy having sex outside of our rooms, but she does so I usually try not to worry about someone seeing us.

     Despite that, until yesterday Y/N wouldn't have sex with me. I kept asking her why and she only told me it would be messy. Her noes only lasted a couple of days so I don't think she was saying no because of me. Her reasoning doesn't make sense to me. It's always messy. We get stuff all over our legs and the bed sheets. I let it be though. Kaldur told me it's important that we both say yes and if one of us says no, then the other needs to leave it be.

     "Roy," I answer back, debating if I should also add a 'my guy'. I decide not to.

     "I hear you've been getting busy!" He cheers, almost singing his statement.

     I think over his statement for a couple of minutes, replaying the last couple of weeks in my head. I don't think anything extra has happened. I've had the same amount of missions and the same amount of repairs to do. "I haven't been any busier than normal," I finally answer, looking at the other hero a bit confused.

     "No, Sups. Busy," he repeats, singing the last word again as he pumps his arms by his waist and moves his hips forward. "You know, with Y/N."

     Once again, I think over his words. Y/N and I have been hanging out more. We watch movies sometimes after sex, or we'll take a bath together, or she'll just lay with me for a while. She calls it 'aftercare' and says it's important for our mental wellbeing. I don't see why it matters. As far as I know, after Robin and Zatanna have sex, Zatanna just leaves. But it makes Y/N happy, so I do it. It makes me happy too, I just don't understand why we need to do it. I like spending time with her, so I don't care what we're doing as long as I'm doing it with her.

     "I guess so. We've been watching movies together," I answer, assuming that's what he means.

     "You crack me up, Bud" Roy says, his words followed with a chuckle before he sits next to Kaldur on the ground.

     "Sup, my guy, my man!" Wally calls, walking up to me and placing his hands on my shoulders. "Roy is talking about you having sex with Y/N," he tells me, shaking me a bit as he speaks.

     "You guys know about that?" I ask, still being shaken around by my teammate.

     "Yes, we do. You're not exactly hiding it," Robin says, his usual smirk on his face. "Y/N's been pretty open about her hand necklace."

     "Her what?" I ask, confused once again. I'm starting to hate these 'boy's nights'. They also end with me being confused about stuff.

     "Bla, bla, bla. Enough pitter-patter. I want details!" Roy says, waving off my question. "Does she give good head?"

     "Does she taste good?"

     "Did she let you creampie her?"

     "Is Y/N your girlfriend now?"

     "Is she a moaner or a screamer?"

     "Does she look hot in doggie style?"

     "What's her body count?"

     "I bet her titties look good when she rides you. Are they soft?"

     Questions are thrown at me from all directions, and from all the teammates - well, besides Kaldur. All the noise is upsetting me. Their questions make no sense, making me even more confused. Besides, who gives them the right to ask those questions? To know the answers to those questions? Y/N is having sex with me, not them. That must mean something, right? Maybe she is having sex with them.

     More questions are asked as I stand up and walk out of the room. I don't have the patience for this. I need to calm down before I hurt someone. I don't like them asking those questions about Y/N. I don't like them wanting to know the answers either.

     I especially don't like the idea that Roy might already know the answers. The idea that Robin or Kaldur or Wally might already know. They want to have sex with her too, right? Why else would they care? Why else would they ask? It makes me angry to think about them doing those things to Y/N. Thinking about them making her sound the way I do. I have sex with Y/N, she makes those sounds for me, not them.

     Some of the guys call after me as I walk off but I ignore them. Canary's voice reminding me to take my frustration out on my punching bag fills my head. Punch the bag, not the people. Punch the bag, not the walls. Punch the bag. Punch the bag. Punch the bag.

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      "Con?" Y/N's voice calls from the doorway. It's soft enough that the sound of my fist making contact with the leather almost drowns it out. I ignore her, hoping she'll go away. Hoping that if she goes away maybe some of my anger will go with her.

     She doesn't leave though. Instead, Y/N walks through the garage, stopping right behind me. Don't do it. Do not touch me. I swear, do not poke the bear.

     "Con?" She calls again, placing her hands lightly on my shoulders.

     Before I can stop myself, I turn around, grab a fist full of her hair, and snap her head back. Y/N's nails dig into my shoulders as she looks up at me, her eyes brimmed with tears as they look sharply at me. Her jaw is locked tight as she clenches her teeth.

     "What do you think you're doing? What? Did Roy, and Wally, and Robin, and everyone say no to sex so you're here to ask me?" I snap out, my anger bubbling over despite my attempt to take it out on the punching bag.

     "Conner, you're hurting me," Y/N says, her voice calm and even. Despite that, I can still hear the undertone of fear in her words. Her heartbeat is faster than usual in my ears and unwilling tears slide down her face, adding to the evidence of fear in her.

     We stay like this for a beat, her digging into my shoulders and me glaring down at her as I hold her in place by her hair. Once my senses come to me, I let go of her hair and gently slide my fingers over her scalp, massaging it softly. "I'm sorry," I murmur, glancing down at her before focusing on my fingers.

     As soon as she's released, Y/N grips my jaw, tugging my head down so I'm looking at her. Her eyes are still watery, but harder than before as she looks at me. Anger is written all over her face. "If you ever touch me like that in anger again, you will never hear from me. You will never see me again. It'll be like I never existed in your life; do you understand me? What the fuck is wrong with you, Conner?"

     I stay silent, blinking as I look down at her. Her words roll around in my head on repeat. The situation a second ago does so too. How could I hurt Y/N? How could I use something intimate between us to hurt her? How could I lay my hands on her? Yell at her for stuff I don't even know if she did or didn't do?

     "I... I'm sorry... I didn't... I got in my head."

     Y/N stays silent, her nails still digging into my jawline as she chews on the inside of her cheek. "That is not an excuse for hurting me... but, what are you in your head about?"

     "A lot... the other boys... they know we're..." I glance away from her face, trying to urge the words out of me. Even though Y/N and I are intimate, it's still difficult to talk about, even with her. It's especially hard to talk about it with others, even Canary.

     "Well, duh, Conner. You leave fingerprints on my neck, and I tend to leave hickeys on yours. People are going to know." Y/N's hand drops from my face, making me a bit sad. I like when she's touching me, even if she's mad.

     "Oh," I mumble, looking over her neck. She's right, my fingers have left dark outlines on her throat. "They kept asking questions... about you and... I don't know why. Are you having sex with them too?" The words make my stomach feel like it's filled with stones. I don't like asking that question, but I need to know.

     "That's just what guys do. They like talking about sex. It gives them new ideas of what to do with their partners or whatever. It doesn't mean anything. They're just acting like normal people. And God no. The only person I'm having sex with is you. Are you having sex with anyone else?"

     Y/N's face is hard once the question is out, making me worried. "No," I answer shortly. It's weird that it's normal for guys to talk about sex, but it does put my mind at ease. It's not because it's Y/N, it's because I'm having sex. Knowing she's not having sex with anyone else also makes me feel good. I'm still special to her. "I have questions," I add, watching her face soften at my answer.

     "What are your questions, Con?" She asks, walking past me.

     I watch as she heads over to my workbench and lifts herself onto it. She always sits on my workbench when we're in here together. It's another thing that makes me feel special.

    "What is 'good head'?" I ask, walking over to her. I gently push her legs apart, watching for her reaction. She stays still for a second but does end up looping her arms around my shoulders, letting me know it's okay to stand between her legs. I happily push my way against her, sliding my hands over her legs and holding them against my hips. Her vagina is pressed into my groin, making my head start to fill with the idea of sex.

     "Well, head is having your genitals sucked and licked and such. 'Good head' just means it's enjoyable," she answers, playing with the ends of my hair as she tightens her legs around me. Maybe she is thinking about sex too. The idea of having it here, on my workbench, feels nice. It's a weird thought since I don't like doing it out of our rooms, but the idea makes me warm up.

     "How would that work? You giving me head?" I ask, trying to make sense of her answer and push down my thoughts until all my questions are answered. "If I were to give you this head, would that be me knowing what you taste like?"

     Y/N giggles a little, tipping her head down and pressing kisses into my cheeks. "Yes, you would know what I taste like, and if you finish in my mouth, I will know what you taste like." The idea of getting to taste her doesn't help the thoughts stop. I really want to know what she tastes like. 

     "Oh, okay... what is a creampie?"

     Her lips stop for a second before she gently continues along my jaw. "A creampie just means you cum inside me instead of on me."

     "But that would get you pregnant."

     She hums softly, placing another kiss before tipping her head back up to look at me. "Usually yes, but there's pills and such you can take to stop from getting pregnant. There's birth control but that takes a month or so to work. Or there's Plan B but you shouldn't take it often."

     I roll the answer over to make sure it makes sense. It does. It's just medication to stop a baby from forming. That makes sense. I want to creampie her too. I want to see what it would look like. I want to do all these new things to her. I want to know even newer things I can do to her.

     "What's a hand necklace?"

     "It's just a kind of nickname for the bruises you leave on my neck," she answers, loosely twirling my hair around her fingertips.

     "What's a body count?"

     "The amount of people you've had sex with."

     I think of the answer for a couple of minutes, leaving the room silent. "What's your body count?" I ask before I can stop myself. I probably shouldn't have asked that. It'll only make me angry again.

     "Two, counting you," she answers, once again making me think. Who else has she had sex with? Was it someone on the team? Was it Roy? I don't think I want to know. No, I don't want to know.

     "What's doggie style?"

     "I'll show you next time we have sex." I don't like that answer. I want to know now. Why won't she tell me now?

     "Can we have sex now?" I ask, deciding to no longer ignore the growing pressure in my groin.

     Y/N's face snaps from being soft, back to being filled with anger. "You just put your fucking hands on me and still have the audacity to ask for sex? What the fuck Conner? Get the fuck off me," she yells, shoving me away from her. I obey, backing away from her, confusion swimming around my head again today. What did I do? I know I hurt her, but what does that have to do with us having sex? We've gotten in fights before and still had sex.

     I watch as Y/N hops off the workbench and storms out of the room. I made her really mad, I just wish I knew how I managed to do that. I probably shouldn't ask right now though. I glance around the garage, looking for something to work as a distraction so she'll have time to cool down. I'll fix up Robin's bike as I wait.

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     It's been a couple of days since I managed to piss off Y/N. She's ignored me the whole time, which hasn't been easy. Well, until today. She told me good morning and let me kiss her cheek, so I thought we were making progress, but she did move away when I tried to hold her waist. Maybe I'm not making progress on her forgiving me.

     I've talked about the situation with Canary in my alternating sessions. I had a session yesterday, so I won't have another until tomorrow. Canary said when I hurt Y/N, I betrayed her trust. She also said I probably 'made Y/N feel used' when I asked for sex right after. That makes sense now, but in the situation, it didn't. I wish she'd just talk to me so I can fix it.

     We haven't had sex since the day of the blow-up, which has left me feeling very needy. Canary recommended 'doing it myself' but I don't like that idea. It doesn't feel the same as having sex with Y/N. Despite that, I'm laid in bed debating whether to do it myself. I need to let it out, but I want Y/N to let it out. I put myself in a bad situation.

     Just as I go to undo my pants, there's a knock on the door. I sigh a bit at the sound. I'm just going to have to wait for Y/N to make me feel good again. 

     "Come in!" I call, sitting up straight. I have to shift a bit to hide my personal problem, making myself a bit uncomfortable.

     The door swings open, Y/N filling in the now open frame, in an outfit that's not helping my situation. She's in a pair of PJ shorts and a tank top, showing the bruises I have left on her. I blink a couple of times, trying to figure out if I'm going crazy or if she just happens to be here at this moment.

     "I'm still mad at you," she hisses, her look pointed as she stares at me.

     "I know. I'm sorry," I answer back, trying to push down the tension in my pants and the thoughts of her on top of me. I probably shouldn't want sex this much, even if Canary says it's normal for my bodily age.

     "But," Y/N says, walking into the room and closing the door behind her. That doesn't help my situation either. It's getting really hard not to ask for sex again. "I am horny, and I want sex."

     "Me too," I race out a lot faster than I meant to. That gets me another pointed look, but her body stays relaxed. I'll take that as a good sign. "Can... we try head?" I ask carefully, trying not to upset Y/N any more than she already is. I want sex and she does too, I don't need her storming off when I'm finally getting what I've been craving.

     She thinks it over for a second before walking up to my bed. "I suppose so," she answers, her tone slightly softer but still a little pissed. Y/N drops to her knees on the side of my bed, shooting sparks of hormones up my spine. Her boobs look nice, all propped up as she kneels. "You're going to need to shift so I'm between your legs."

     I obey her, moving so my thighs are gently pressed on either side of her shoulders. I really like looking at Y/N like this. She looks so small, though that's more so me being built like a brick than her body type. I want to touch her boobs, see if they're soft like Robin asked. 

     Y/N's hands feel nice as they work on unbuttoning my pants and they feel warm as she gently runs her fingers across my boxers, her other hand laid against my thigh. I let my eyes flutter shut as I focus on my breathing, Y/N's fingers sliding up and down my clothed cock is not helping with that. After going so long without her touching me, it feels like I'm going to finish just from these small touches. She rubs me a few more times before my boxers are pulled down and pooled at my ankles alongside my pants.

     I slowly open my eyes again, noises stuck in my throat as Y/N starts running her fingers over my bare cock. Somehow, she feels even warmer now. I watch as she slightly parts her lips, her tongue sliding out as her head ducks down. It doesn't take long for her tongue to come in contact with me, the soft muscle running over the slit of my dick as her hand works up and down my shaft.

     Y/N's head tilts up some as she continues licking the head, her eyes soft as she looks at me. I open my mouth to say something, to beg her to not look at me like this or I'm going to finish too soon, but I get cut off. Her tongue slides further down, the tip of my penis pushing her lips open as she takes it into her mouth. Instead of my begs, a moan slips out, my head tilts back, and my hands ball up the bedding under me. Y/N's tongue circles around me, sliding up and down as she moves, but refuses to take more of me into her mouth. 

     Her mouth feels warm and smooth, just like the inside of her vagina, but slightly looser. Y/N moves up and down a couple of times before pulling away, her hand still working on pushing me closer to my release. I groin at the lost warmth and flip my head back up. "If you're not going to look at me, I'm not going to suck your dick, you understand me?" Y/N asks, a small smirk on her lips as she looks at me with those same big, teasing eyes.

     "Yes, Ma'am," I breathe out, my hands shaking as I reach for her. I go to slide my hands into her hair, but Y/N shifts away from me.

     "Absolutely not. You pull my hair once and you can jack yourself off," Y/N hisses, the teasing replaced by anger as she looks at me. I glance away from her, dropping my hands down to her cheeks instead before looking back at her face. Y/N moves her hand a couple more times, her eyes slowly shifting back to their teasing tone before her mouth is back on me. This time she goes lower, about halfway down me. 

     Groins and her name stumble out of me as Y/N bobs her head up and down, her hand following after her mouth over the next few minutes. Not once does her mouth pull fully off of me, leaving me wrapped in warmth. I rub soft circles into her skin, trying to calm myself down. It doesn't work though, all of it shoves me closer to my release faster than I want it to. Y/N's mouth, her hand, the feeling of her drool sliding down my shaft and pooling on my balls, the sloppy sound of me moving in and out of her mouth, is all too much, it's pushing me forward too fast. 

     Her eyes constantly scanning my face don't help either. They're watery but still soft, her pupils still blown out as she looks at me. I feel my muscles tighten, my hand automatically sliding down and softly wrapping around her throat. Y/N's other hand slides off its place on my thigh and dipping down to my balls. Her fingertips are soft as they massage me, this little act pushing me even closer.

     "Y/N..." I breathe out, my hand tightening on her throat. Her eyes stay locked on me as she slides all the way down my shaft. I can feel myself slide down her throat, new parts of me getting to feel the warmth of her mouth. Y/N's nose bumps into my stomach, her mouth and throat muscles working to suck on me as her fingers continue to massage my sack. When the sound of her gagging reaches my ears, it pushes me over the edge. It feels like she's sucking my cum right out of me. I groin again, my chest heaving, and my eyes snapping shut as I release down her throat.

     We stay still, my hand still around Y/N's throat and her throat muscles still wrapping and unwrapping around my penis resting down her throat, gags still spilling out of her. It feels like electricity is speeding through me as Y/N's muscles unwillingly rub against my sensitive dick. I slowly pull myself out of her throat, my gaze focused on her as she gasps for air. "That... that was... really good," I murmur, softly rubbing the skin I was previously squeezing.

     "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself," Y/N pushes out in between huffs of air. Her head tilts down, her forehead resting against my thigh as she catches her breath.

     "Can you show me how to give you head?" I ask, gently patting the side of the bed. I want to run my hands through her hair, but she's not okay with me touching it yet, which is okay. I know she doesn't fully trust me after my actions the other day. I don't blame her for not fully trusting me.

     "Ya," Y/N answers shortly, staying on the ground for a beat before standing up. I watch as she crawls on my bed, laying herself on her back with her legs open. "Take your shirt off... please," she orders, which I obey, sliding my shirt off and kicking the rest of my clothes off my ankles. 

     "Now what do I do?"

     "You need to kneel on the ground like I was earlier."

     Once again, I listen, placing myself in Y/N's previous spot. When I'm set, she shifts again, sliding down the bed so her knees are resting on my shoulders and her legs dangling down my back. "So, now you tease me some. Kissing the inside of my thighs, running your fingers over my clothed pussy, all that stuff."

     "What's a pussy?" I ask, glancing up at her before littering soft kisses over the exposed parts of her thighs.

     "It's another word for a vagina," she answers, her hands sliding into my hair and gently twirling it around. 

     "Oh," I hum, glancing at her again before feathering my fingers over her like she did to my boxers. Y/N's thighs shift a bit, letting me know she likes my touches. "Can I take your shorts off?" I ask, slithering my tongue out and rubbing it against her flesh. Her tongue felt nice against my skin, so it should feel good against hers. I hope.

     "Yes," Y/N answers, her breath a bit heavier and her fingers tighter on the ends of my hair.

     Her answer starts my dick up again, a rush of blood running through me. I take my time, slowly sliding the material down her body. I have to move a bit to take them off, but I don't mind since Y/N's legs are right back in place afterward. Her panties have a small wet spot, another good sign. I let my fingers go back to their placement, this time rubbing soft circles into the spot. This gets me a few moans. I watch her attentively, rolling over her reactions at different spots I touch.  

     "I want to feel your tongue," Y/N says, a bit of a whine following her words. I like it when she whines, it means I'm making her feel good. I listen to her, going back to sliding my tongue over her thighs. "No," she whines again, using my hair to pull my head up some, my nose hovering over the growing wet spot. 

     I glance at her for direction, but her head is tilted back, giving me no reaction other than her chest pumping a little faster than normal. I continue my circles for a beat before sliding my tongue out again, this time sliding it over her clothed pussy. This gets me a sharp moan, a needy moan. The same moan I get right before I push myself inside her. I continue my licks, trying to remember what all the guys said about giving head and 'eating pussy' at the first 'boy's night' since Y/N isn't giving me much direction. I guess I'm going to have to rely on trial and error.

     Y/N's thighs get closer and closer to the side of my face before they're gently rested against my head. "I want to taste you," I voice, letting my fingers slide up to the waistband of her panties.

     This gets me a tighter grip of her thighs against me. "Please?" Y/N begs, her thighs releasing me a bit. "Please eat me out."

     I blink at her a few times, my fingers skirting under her waistband as I work out her words. I'm going to assume she means eat out her pussy. I'm pretty sure that's what she means. I tug her panties down, slowly, before moving around again to pull them fully off. Once Y/N is back in place, she shifts forward, moving her vagina closer to my face. It's hard to see it, so I gently push her legs open.

     I stay still, looking her over. I've never really looked at this part of her. It's weird to think this is the part of her that makes me feel so good. "Stop staring," Y/N says, gently pushing my head down. She must be really needy. I ignore her command, keeping my eyes open as I get closer to her intimate parts. 

     "What do I do?" I ask, now barely an inch away from her.

     "Lick me, fuck me with your tongue, suck on me, I don't care, Con. Just make me feel good," she whines, tugging on the ends of my hair. That's a little helpful, but not as much as I wish she would be. I slide my tongue out again, slowly moving it from her hole up the rest of her. When I get to the top of her vagina, Y/N lets out a low moan and tugs on my hair. That must be a nice spot for her then.

     I lick the spot a couple more times, Y/N's thighs tightening on me each time I do so. Yes, this is a good spot. I listen to another one of her requests, shifting closer so I can suck on her. "Fuck, Conner," she whines as I suck on her skin, her thighs permanently locked around me now. "You... I need... your fingers inside me," she pushes out, soft moans and heavy breaths breaking up her words. 

     That is a very vague statement. It takes a second for me to figure out what she means, but I do get to an answer. I walked in on Y/N's fingers inside herself before, inside her vagina, so I think that's what she means. I go to push three fingers in like I saw her doing, but she cuts me off. "Hey, hey, hey! Only one until I'm stretched a bit," she says, shifting away from me.

     That makes me a bit upset. I'm enjoying making her feel good, but I can't do that if she moves away. I work one finger into her, pulling her back in place so I can focus on sucking and licking her nice spot. I pump my finger in and out of her a few times before adding a second one. This gets me a buck of her hips and another hair pull. "Con... Con, Con, Con," she almost sings.

     I tug my eyes away from her pussy, looking back up at her. Y/N's back is arched a bit, pushing her boobs up and her head further back. I like when she does this, it means I'm making her feel good. It also usually means she'll start tightening around me. "Can... Can... you curl your... Con," Y/N starts her new request but cuts herself off by moaning my name.

     I try curling my tongue against her but don't get a response. Must be the wrong thing to curl. I go back to licking her good spot, which has started to harden a bit. This time I try curling my fingers. That gets me a good response. Y/N arches her back more, my name pulled out in a whine again. I continue curling my fingers in her, the feeling of her puffy flesh against my fingers instead of my penis for once. I go to pull my fingers out of her, but Y/N's hips move down after me. "Hey," she stutters out, the word drawn out, and her walls tightening around my fingertips.

     I smile a bit at that. When Y/N starts tightening it means she's going to cum soon, which means I'm going to get to taste her. I give her what she wants, my fingers curling against her. I keep my eyes locked on her chest, watching it heave for air as I make her feel good. "Conner," she calls again, her legs squeezing my face and her pussy squeezing my fingers. I let my eyes drop down, watching as her cum spills out onto her thighs and my bed. 

     This makes me happy. I get to taste her. I softly tug my fingers out of her, wrapping my hands around her thighs before dipping my head down to her opening. "Con, please, fuck," once again, Y/N cuts herself off when I dip my tongue into her. I circle it around her, licking up all her juices. My penis pulses as I slurp Y/N's cum up, letting the mix of salty and sweet overtake my taste buds. She tastes good, really good. I understand why I was asked how she tastes.

     "Please make me feel good," Y/N begs, trying to pull me up by my hair again.

     "I don't know how you want me to do that," I answer back quickly, going back to licking her clean. I would be content doing this all day long. Y/N tastes nice, she looks pretty arched up and wrapped around me, and she sounds pretty begging me to make her feel good.

     "Please fuck me. I want you inside me," Y/N whines, trying to pull me up her body again. Reluctantly, I let her tug me up her body. My dick is pressed against her thigh, my arms on either side of her head, and my chest hovering over hers. I want to feel her chest, I want to know if her boobs are soft.

     "I want to touch your boobs," I say, glancing at her before looking back at her chest.

     "Fine, fine, just get inside me," Y/N says, her hands dropping to my hips and shifting me over. My dick slides against her, the warmth from her rolling against me as my tip snags on her hole. Y/N's nails dig into me as she pushes me forward, trying to stuff herself full of me. Once again, I give in, letting myself slide into her as I work her tank top up and over her head. 

     Her boobs spill out, no bra under her top to hold them in place. I'm gentle as I cup them in my hands, her nipples hard against my palms. Her skin is soft under my touch, her pussy already squeezing around me. "I want to creampie you too," I tell her, dipping my head down to press a kiss against her lips.

     Y/N is eager as she kisses me back, her hands sliding up my back and her nails digging into my shoulder blades. I squeeze her boobs softly as our lips slide against one another. The feeling of them leaking through my fingers makes my dick pulse again. When we pull apart, I work on littering her neck with kisses, my fingers tightening and releasing her boobs time and time again.

     "If I say yes, will you fuck me?" She whines, trying to move her hips from under me. It doesn't work very well, giving her minimum friction and giving me a disappointed whine from the girl under me.

     "I'll have sex with you either way," I answer, dropping my hands from her chest to her hips. I move her slowly, helping her hips meet mine as I start thrusting in and out of her. "I just want to see what it'll look like."

     "Yes, yes, fine, cum in me, Con," Y/N answers, her chest still heaving, causing her chest to come in contact with mine when she breathes in. "Please move faster."

     I do as I'm told, picking up my past and moving her faster under me. Y/N's nails dig in deeper, sliding up and down my back as I move her. These touches hurt, but somehow also push me toward a second release. "I'm not... I'm going to finish soon," I murmur, letting my head rest against her shoulder.

     "No," she whines, tugging on me, her nails sliding to the sides instead of down my skin. "Con, I need you to move faster. I want to cum again."

     One of her hands slides down my shoulder, my arm, and wraps around my wrist. She tugs my hand off her hip, shifting it down. "I don't know what you want me to do," I tell her, slowing my movements and trying to focus on my breath. I want to last longer, I want to make Y/N feel good for longer, and I want her to release again too.

     "I want... I want you to rub my clit."

     "What's a clit?" I ask, dipping my fingers down and rubbing the good spot I was sucking and licking earlier.

     "That," Y/N breathes out, her hands back in their previous place. Oh, the good spot is called a clit. Whines tumble out of her, nails dug into my skin, and her pussy tightening around me. "Please move faster," she begs again. This time I listen, picking up the pace of my hips and my fingers. A few thrusts in, Y/N is singing my name again. I like it when she says it like this, when I'm in her, when she's whiney with needs I only fix for her. "Conner!" She whines, her back arching again.

     I look down at the spot where we're joined. Like earlier, Y/N's juices spill out, this time coating both of us instead of just herself. Her fingers go gentle against my skin, her arching falling back down. Her needs have been met so now I can focus on finishing inside her. It doesn't take long, another two or three thrusts. When I feel my release start, I thrust in, pushing every inch as far into Y/N as I can. "Conner," she whines, her nails digging into me a bit before going gentle again.

     "Y/N," I call back gently, letting my forehead rest against hers. Her eyes are soft, not the teasing soft but a sleepy, spent-out soft. We stay like this, even after I'm finished, the sound of our heavy breathing filling the space.

     After a couple of minutes, I shift, lifting myself off of her and slowly pulling out. Y/N's hands slide up me, rooting themselves in my hair again as I duck down. My head rests against her thigh as I tug her legs open, putting her on full display. Y/N looks so pretty with the white of my semen pooled in her and slowly spilling out. She goes to close her legs, but I tug them back open. "I want to watch," I tell her glancing up at her. 

     Her cheeks are bright red and her eyes a little wide as she looks down at me. Y/N doesn't say anything, just lays back down and lets her legs rest open. I turn my attention back to my mess and continue to watch it spill out. What doesn't spill out slides down deeper into Y/N, causing my dick to twitch again. "I think you should go on the baby medication," I say, glancing at her again.

     "Why?" She asks, sleepiness coating her words.

     "I like to creampie you. I like to watch it seep into you." 

     Y/N's thighs shift some, bumping against my face before falling open again. "Ya, okay, I'll go on the pill," she finally answers, bumping her legs against me again. I smile to myself, turning back to my new entertainment. I'm going to get to creampie Y/N every time we have sex. Maybe she'll let me creampie her again today. "I want to take a nap," she says, pulling me out of my thoughts.

     "Okay," I answer, looking at her pussy for another beat before curling up the bed. We'll take a nap, and then I'll have sex with her again.

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#young justice #young justice oneshot #young justice smut #conner kent one shot #conner kent x reader #conner kent smut #conner kent #superboy #superboy oneshot #superboy smut #superboy x reader #young justice x reader

[angelltheninth]

Considering he was in a lab for a long time and was made there I think that inexperienced prompt number 2 would fit Superboy really well. Maybe even him figuring out how to hold back his powers?

That is true, he doesn't know anything about the outside world until he's rescued so it would make sense.

Pairing: Conner "Superboy" Kent x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, first time, virginity loss, power use, gentle sex, nervousness, blowjob, fingering, praise, kissing, first time, unprotected sex, caught masturbating

Word count: 2.3k

A/N: I always loved how was presented Conner as an angrier version of Clark but in truth they're both just as soft, they just take different amounts of time to show it.

2. “I’ve never done this before…” - “Well, neither have I.”

Conner was someone who has been cagey with his emotions, only talking about his nightmares when you caught him having them and woke him up. That's what you thought was happening when you passed by the his door and heard his voice, strained and breathy. Since you didn't want to wake him up you opened the door really slowly and quietly, but what's quiet to you is a booming noise to him, of course he heard you.

But he couldn't stop on time, despite his superspeed he was too chocked to take his hand off his dick or put his clothes back on in the amount of time it took for you to take in that sight.

"You're- I should have knocked! Sorry!" You felt yourself blushing, looking at his cock for a few moments longer then you should have, not moving from your position.

His blush traveled down his chest, making him almost as red as the symbol he wore on his outfit. He wasn't letting go of his cock, but he did try to pull the covers over himself only to accidentally throw them to the floor. "To be honest I heard you walking by. I thought I was being quiet and that you wouldn't notice if I kept going. Usually you-" He gulped, lips sealing his the rest of his admittion.

You got the meaning of it, this clearly wasn't the first time he's done this and now he's embarrassed that he got caught. "Can I come in? You don't have to cover up, I like... looking at you." It was only fair that you confessed to some things too. He nodded that it was okay, "It's not shameful. I think about you too, a lot actually."

"I hear you. Not on purpose of course! I tried to ignore it but... you sound so cute, and then you moan my name and I get so hard and..." Conner's cock twitched in his hand, the red tip leaking with pearly white cum, "I wanted to join in on the fun." He admitted with that boyish grin.

He heard you, because of course he did, he wanted to join you, he did in a way and now you have the opportunity to join him.

"Is it okay if I join you now? I mean you... look like you're close." Conner rubbed his hand over the tip, wiping away some of the cum only to have more come out. He mouthed a small please and shuffled to the edge of the bed, his hand still firmly holding his cock at the base. "Just so you know I've never done this before..."

"Well neither have I. There's no rush though right? You can do whatever you want with me." That him giving you a lot of power over his pleasure. A lot.

"I'm glad you trust me so much Conner. But if I hurt you, please tell me." When you got down on your knees and were inches from his cock you noticed how his hand couldn't wrap around it all the way, his fingers came just shy of touching. Okay, so he was thick but he was of average length, about the same size as your toys. At least you knew what you had to work with and what to expect.

He moved his hand to the side, his cum staining the edge of the mattress, "I don't think you can hurt my cock even if you tried. I did hear that it can feel uncomfortable if teeth are used but it shouldn't be that much of a problem for me."

"Understood, boy of steel." You husked against his cock, your breath tickling him, your finger too as you mapped the visible veins until your finger rested on the tip. "You say I can't hurt you but look at how sensitive you are." When you pressed your lips to the bottom of his cock you felt cum dripping onto your finger, making you smirk.

Conner was a tough guy for sure, but he was still a guy, of course he'd be turned on and sensitive when his girlfriend was about to suck him off. You made your way to the tip and started with small kisses, eliciting the smallest of whimpers from him before you closed your lips around him fully. He felt big even in your mouth but at least you could take all of him comfortably with just a few up and down bobs.

You licked along the underside of his cock, the girth pulsing along the expanse of your tongue, the cum tasting salty but it wasn't a bad taste, just something you'll need to get used to.

"Wow, you're... really good at this? You must have practiced with toys a lot." The tone of his voice told you that he knew for a fact that you did, that he heard you.

"Conner, are you jealous of a toy?" Adorable and hilarious.

"No!" Even more adorable and hilarious. "Of course not. Just... don't stop sucking." He put some of his commanding tone into that and oh, oh that did something to you right then. You started working him with your mouth and hand, your hand going up when your mouth did, never leaving his cock unstimulated for a second.

Horny and embarrassed wasn't a state you ever thought you'd see Conner in but this was his first time getting blow job so it was a given he'd be nervous. You kept your attention focused on the tip, your eyes closed so you could focus on the taste, the feeling, the twitching of his dick in your mouth. It was very different then a toy that was for sure, a lot more fun as well. Knowing you were bringing your boyfriend closer and closer to his climax was a heart racing feeling, a lust educing feeling.

You sped up, you could feel him getting close, his cock pulsing, his grip thankfully not breaking the reinforced bed, his breath getting caught in his lungs. He moaned your name as a warning before that salty taste flooded your taste buds and your throat. You pulled back right away, coughing, choking from the unexpected amount there was.

"Shit! Are you okay?!" Conner cupped your cheeks, cum getting all over his fingers, his eyes looking worried.

"Fine. There was more then I expected from you, that's all. It's not a bad thing." You smiled up at him and gave him a kiss which left a while string of cum to break between your lips.

Conner frowned at your answer, still worried, "But you choked. Are you sure you're fine? We can stop here if-"

"Why Conner, I never thought you'd be a selfish lover." With a dramatic flare you put your hand over your heart, pretending to be hurt by his suggestion.

"What?" He blinked rapidly, not getting your joke.

Why just tell him when you could just as easily show him. You took off your shirt, and while Conner has seen you without it before he's never seen you just in your underwear so you standing like that in front of him made him literally float from his bed. But you weren't done yet. Next was your bra, which got flung over to his desk, your panties though were taken off by him, and accidentally ripped apart in the process.

"Uh... sorry?" He shrugged, chucking as he looked at the ripped up article of clothing. He looked at it longer then needed, all to avoid looking directly at you. That wouldn't do! He needed to get a grip! "When I heard you, I think you used your fingers a lot too. Can I do that for you too?"

You thought about him doing just that on so many nights. He reaches forward, fingers passing through your folds, gathering the wetness there, his touch experimental. "Good?"

"Good but... try here." You took his fingers and pushed them over your uncovered clit, "It feels really good here." Conner nodded and moved his finger back and forth as gently as he could. A weak noise escaped you as he continued. You're already wet for him and he can both see and hear it. So he pushed your legs apart more with his hand, which you didn't object to at all, and slowly prodded his finger against your opening. "You can push it in."

"I... okay." You could swear that time slowed by how long it took his finger to be inside you entirely. It made sense, while he did know how to handle you otherwise this was new territory for you both.

You gasped, arching your back and letting out a sharp breath when Conner's finger started moving and vibrating at a slow but noticeable way. “Oh my god.. Conner! Con-oooohhh!”

Connor smiled up at you, proud that those times where he happened to overhear you payed off for him. He took his sweet time savoring this, each gasp you made, enjoying how you writhed and bucked your hips against his hand, loving how you squirmed and mewled in ecstasy right in front of him.

Your words came out incoherent as you got closer and closer to your climax, grinding against the heel of Connor's hand. Your body feel forward onto his, Conner's finger never stopping as he encouraged you to come, "I want to see you this time, not just hear you." Your eyelids fluttered as your body went rigid, pussy clamping down around Conner's vibrating finger. He smoothed his hand over your back as he waited for you to stop shaking before he pulled his finger out.

"And you thought I came a lot." He teased as he looked at his hand, fully covered in your horny juices.

"Whose fault is that? You vibrated your finger! What else was I supposed to do?" You smacked him on the chest, fully knowing that he couldn't really feel the impact but it was the principle of the thing. "On your back, Superboy." You pressed against his chest, pretending to shove him backwards.

"Oh? What for?" He played innocent, as if he wasn't as hard as a rock again.

Ignoring his attitude you leaned down and kissed him, feeling him smile against your lips. He floated back and eased you onto your back, hovering over you for a few moments before kneeling in between your legs.

"I love you." He whispered, "Are you ready?"

You felt almost lost as he looked down at you filled with so much lust that only he could take away, a raging heat burning across your face at the attention and care.

At your nod he used the hand he fingered you with to rub his cock and angle it with your entrance. He rubbed it up and down, collecting the slick, gasping as he slid the tip it, "Feels like you're trying to suck me in."

"Sort of. I really need your big, pretty cock inside me Conner. I want you to be my first and last." You admitted, smoothing your hands along his arms, giving them a squeeze, "I want us to be one."

He licked his lips, nerves eased as he leaned forward a little, staring to press himself into you. You’re wet enough that you know he can slide all the way in if he wants, your hands still gripping his arms as his thick cock splits you open. Perfect, just how you wanted it.

"It feels so tight." Conner panted as he looked down to where you were joined, inches of his cock buried inside your heat, "I'm not hurting you am I?"

"I'm okay. You're thicker then the toys I use but trust me, I'm not in pain." He nodded and moved forward a little more. Remembering that it felt really good when he touched there he placed his thumb over your clit and started vibrating it again. The pleasure made you arch your back and allowed for his cock to slide in fully. A loud groan echoed through the room, but you weren't sure who it was from.

His thrusts were really shallow and small, he didn't want to leave the warmth of your pussy now that he's finally experianced it. Lowering his chest to yours, his hard muscles pressed and rubbed against your sensitive nipples sending additional waves of pleasure through you.

Conner closed his eyes, fully immersing himself in the sounds and the feeling of being inside you. “So good, keep it up handsome.” The praise tumbled from your lips, and he did feel oh so good. You watched him shiver and tense, his thrusts uneven and out of sync, "Conner, please don't hold back, I'll be okay, I promise you I'll be okay." You moved your hand to his face, brushing his sweaty hair over his forehead.

He shakes his head, "Not this time, I won't risk it. I'm fine, I'll still... fuck... still come... you feel so good baby, so fucking good, so warm and slippery and... I love you so much." You could have come from those words alone but now you were squeezing around his cock, moaning his name, hearing him gasp while you inner muscles made him come along with you.

Grunting your name he kept pressing his hips to yours, his seed filling you up, feeling even warmer now that it was inside of you. His stamina prevented him from falling against you, rather falling next to you while his cock fell out, all that thick warm cum flowing out onto the bed. "Is um... how strong is Kryptonian cum?"

He chuckled, his arms wrapping around you, pulling you close, not at all caring for the mess, "Don't worry, there are ways to prevent a pregnancy, even if I came inside you."

Good because kids weren't something either of you could think about right now. Maybe some day in the far future. "I'm glad we did this tonight." You snuggled against his chest, embracing him around his hip. Conner kissed the top of your head, focusing on your heart rate which slowly dwindled back to normal as you started to drift off to sleep.

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[dollwritesarchive]

𝒾’𝓂 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂, 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝒶𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓎 ⎹ 𝓒.𝓚.

fandom dc / masterlist coming soon / @dollsdc-library

featuring conner kent x dick’s girl!reader ( f! )

rating none of my work is meant to be viewed by minors (anyone under the age of eighteen), and i will happily block any that interact with my posts or my blog.

content warning this is a dark fic. sex pollen. choking/violence against reader. noncon. oral and fingering ( f!receiving ). size kink/belly bulge. degradation. friends to (forced) lovers.

summary you’re locked in a room with the strongest superhuman you know, and he was just dosed with something that made him murderous.

word count 6.5k / one shot

attention do not repost or translate, even with ‘credit’. just don’t do it. reblog instead of like. leave feedback if you enjoyed. i officially hate writing fight choreography lol

“Re— co—?”

you frown; Dick’s voice was robotic and choppy in your ear. you tap the earpiece.

“Dick?”

Conner was walking behind you, watching your back. you appreciated that. not that you were necessarily scared in this moment, shining your flashlight over the damp, concrete walls of the tunnel as you trudged deeper beneath the city, but it was nice to know you had a brute at your six; anyone who tried to ambush would be met with your super guard dog. “The concrete must be screwing with the signal.” he observes.

“Yeah,” you hum, the beam from the flashlight dancing over the walls. “I don’t like it.” interrupted comms meant twice the risk, if something were to go wrong.

“Do you wanna go back?” Conner muses from behind you and you turn to face him for a moment, pondering his inquiry, his eyes coruscating in the dark. trying to see through the walls. you could tell by the way his dark brows furrowed that it was unsuccessful. he looks back at you with a tight jaw.

you point the light towards the ground, where your boots are planted. “Seeing anything?” but he shakes his head.

“Must be reinforced somehow.”

you hum, perplexed, looking at the worn concrete structure around you. bits were crumbling off, but not nearly enough to see what was planted behind it. “Which means there’s probably something down here worth taking extra care in hiding.”

“So, we keep going?” Conner was impatient, waiting for your answer, kicking at chips of rock by his sneaker. if he had been paired with anyone else on this mission, you were almost certain he wouldn’t have paused to get a second opinion. he had a tendency to do what he wanted, and blow off authority. with you, it was a bit different. not that you could ever truly leash him, but he seemed to respect your input. maybe that’s why Dick was so fond of saddling you with him; you were the only one that could make him see reason if he needed a dose.

in this moment, however, you were torn.

i don’t want you two down there with no backup. Dick’s voice was still ripe in your mind. you had been suiting up when he found you, and crossed his arms over his chest. you absolutely hated when he looked at you down the slant of his nose. so what if he had several inches on you, towering like a beacon of authority, you’d been in the game nearly as long as he. if i can’t reach you on comms, i want you to shut it down. you’d laughed at that, ‘So now leashing a super-charged Doberman to me isn’t enough for you? You’re gonna tell me how to do my job?’ it was lighthearted, but Dick wasn’t laughing, so you’d swept over to him and hooked your arms around his neck. ‘You said it yourself, as long as Conner’s there, we’re practically untouchable.’ he’d narrowed his eyes at that, but grabbed your waist. i’m serious. if you can’t radio in, i want you to pull back.

now that you were here, it didn’t seem fair. you’d made it all the way down here, and the two of you were almost certain there was something just a bit deeper. something the team couldn’t afford to ignore. how could he expect you, of all people, to turn around when you were so close? he sure as shit wouldn’t have.

but, he’d also given you an order.

you chew on the fleshy inside of your cheek, gripping the flashlight tighter. “Dick will kill us both.” you offer, but your lips are turning into an uncertain simper. his follow.

Conner puffs out his chest, indignant, and his large hand makes a fist that meets yours in the space between the two of you, with a muffled thud. side by side, his fist is at least twice the size of yours. it made you feel better, for some reason. “Let’s go.”

minutes felt like hours, punctuated by the steady pattering of your feet and his. dragging moments filled with darkness, the flashlight swinging back and forth or throwing dancing light over the walls to look for any opening. nothing but static in your ear.

“Re—on— tee— copy?”

you pause, a twinge of relief nipping at you. a full word. you picked up a full word.

“God—ammit, do you copy?!” Dick’s voice was strained through static.

“Dick!” you cry, holding your first two fingers on the earpiece. “Yes, we’re here!”

“What the hell happened?” you could hardly make it out, but the frustration in his tone came through crystal clear. you take a step forward, testing the connection. it goes out completely. then you take another step, and the static returns. “— out of there.” another step. “— gave you an order.”

Conner has shuffled up to stand at your side, leaning close to hear through the speaker, but his nose scrunches at the mere mention of orders.

“Dick—“ you frown, trying to talk over the static. it was clearer, but not enough, “we were just—“

“Ge— ack—- base—“

you sigh in defeat. “Fine.” but just as you were turning to stare down the dark tube you’ve been walking for what had to be miles, you feel Conner’s elbow dig into your ribs.

“Wait.”

you huff, shaking your head. “Dick’s right, we need to get back—“ but Conner has snatched the flashlight from your hand. “Conner!”

“It opens up ahead.” he replies, aiming the beam at what appeared to be an open doorway. “Looks like a room.”

you stare at the darkened archway, then look to Conner, who was a few steps ahead of you, his body angled towards it.

the static roars in your ear. “—ack to b—s.”

but your gaze drifts back to the doorway. it lingers. the beam from the lamp caught glinting metal, but you couldn’t make out exactly what it was from this distance.

“We already came this far,” Conner argued, “and what we’re looking for could be just up there. You don’t want to turn back.”

he was right. and you shook your head.

“Good, so let’s go see what they’re hiding.”

you followed him this time, and the static in your ear cleared into Dick barking your name. “We found something…” you mutter, more to Dick than Conner, who was waving the light around.

Dick pauses. “What?”

“Some kind of…” you look to your left, and then to your right. metal tools laid out atop a metal tray on wheels. “Abandoned lab.”

“No, not abandoned,” Conner chimes, picking up one of the tools, “no rust. Not even a cobweb. Everything is way too new to be abandoned.”

you purse your lips. “So… they heard us coming and ran?”

“Maybe…” he points the flashlight along the back wall, “but there’s only one way in and out. We would’ve seen them, right?”

Dick was listening over the line, before his voice comes in, eerily clear. “What all do you see? Look around and tell me everything. Don’t leave anything out.” Conner was already walking towards you with the flashlight, but you had found a dinky string hanging from the ceiling, and fluorescent lighting floods the room with one, smooth tug.

the room around you seemed to be plucked from a mad scientist movie set, and fit awkwardly in the dilapidated tunnels you were just traipsing moments before. “An exam table,” you answer, walking over to it. you press the toe of your boot against the leg of the table and it doesn’t budge, “bolted to the ground.” your fingers jingle the chains wrapped around it. “Restraints. Tough ones.”

“Scalpel… drill… saw…” Conner was naming off each surgical instrument he picked up, and then sat back down, more to himself, but you knew Dick could hear, too.

you turn, allowing your gaze to follow the cables up the sides of the concrete walls. there’s a security camera angled in one corner, capturing the entire space. “CCTV.” you squint, watching a blinking red light. “Someone’s watching us.”

“There’s a vent over here.” Conner said, even as he was climbing to reach for it. you took one look and knew he couldn’t fit into the space, but you might be able to.

“That it?” Dick asked, but you’d stopped, eyes landing on two syringes, meticulously placed on an otherwise suspiciously empty tray. your name rings out in your ear. “What’s wrong?”

“Two needles.”

“Do you know what’s in them?”

“This one is strange,” you frown, staring at the string. the substance inside was vivid violet. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“What’s in the other one?”

“Kryptonite.” Conner was silent, now, standing a few paces behind you, peeking around your frame, but he didn’t get too close. “A lot of it. Enough to…” you trail off, neither of them needed the final two words, and you’d come to a gut-wrenching realization. “It’s a trap. For him.” a mechanical whirring from behind the walls spurs your feet to move, and you whirl around to face Conner. “The doorway, now!”

meanwhile, Dick is shouting, “Get out of there!” in your ear.

Conner was much faster than you, moving in a blur, but not fast enough. a door comes slicing through the archway from the ceiling to seal the two of you inside, just as Conner’s right shoulder collides with the concrete. the room quivers upon impact, and you fall against it, too, with a frustrated grunt. “Shit!” you look up to the ceiling, and take a step back. “We’re locked in.”

“Conner,” Dick was well aware he could hear through your earpiece, even with you standing eight feet away, “Break through the wall.”

“The hell do you think I’m working on?” Conner snarls, hurling all of his weight into the door again. chips of concrete crumble over his shoulders and start to pile at his feet. another body slam, and a chunk falls out and clatters to the floor. “Dammit—“ he hisses through grit teeth, balling up his massive fist and banging on the wall. it quakes and cracks beneath the force, but on the other side, is shiny silver, not even dented. you can see your own reflection, and Conner’s, the more he rips through the concrete.

“He can’t.” you mumble, trying not to panic. but it was damn scary. there weren't too many materials that Conner couldn’t tear in half like a phonebook. “He can’t get through.” you were telling Dick over the endless grunting and heaving as Conner threw himself against the wall. there was a miniature mountain of rubble at his feet, but the silvery sheet wasn’t budging.

you heard Dick swear under his breath, and you looked towards the camera again. “They didn’t hear us coming and run,” you pieced together, “they were never here to begin with. They’ve been waiting for us to find this place.” but why? Superboy has resorted to pummeling the wall with both fists, and the sound of smashing concrete coupled with his cursing was driving you mad as you paced, your eyes flickering up towards the vent. he wouldn’t fit, there’s no way. Dick was spouting command after command in your ear, and your brain felt like it was drowning. “I could probably get through the vent,” you say after a few moments, “if I could… I could find a way to open it from the other side.”

“Good enough plan as any,” Dick sighs, and you know he’s pissed. he’s regretting sending you out with Conner, and you’d probably hear all about it by the time you got back to base. “Knock out the camera, first.” you nod, though you know he can’t see you, and grasp a sizable chunk of concrete from Conner’s wake, hurling it at the camera. it crackles, the lens shattering against the wall before it hangs in a heap of broken metal and cords.

“Conner, I need you to open the vent.”

“Fine,” he grumbles, but he was still glaring at the wall as he stepped away from it. it must’ve really gotten under his skin that he couldn’t break it down, because even as he hovers several feet in the air and pries the cover from the vent, he was still staring at the silver sheet. screws clatter on the floor before you approach, craning your neck to look up at him. he drops the cover and offers his hand, which you take, and he’s hauling you into the air in a matter of seconds without a single sign of exertion. “Ready?” he asks, and you nod.

“Yeah, when I’m inside, I’ll find a way— do you hear that?” you blink, confused. there’s a low hiss, like air being slowly pushed from a balloon. “What is that?”

Conner frowns, too, turning back to face the vent, where his brows knit together. “What… the hell…” a gust of azure fog engulfs him, and he chokes, releasing your hand. you tumble the few feet to the ground, hitting your hip against the solid ground with a low groan. your hand snaps up over your mouth and nose, staying low.

“What’s going on?” Dick demands over the radio, most likely spurred by Conner’s gagging, but you can’t answer him for several seconds. not until the smoke dissipates. “Talk to me!” he was pleading.

you wave your hand in front of your face, a vile aroma left in the air. it smelled like rotting milk. you could see Conner slowly lowering to the ground, and assumed he was okay. you pull yourself to your feet. “Some seriously foul fumes coming from the vent,” you answer Dick finally, glancing back up at the vent, suddenly unsure if you should chance it. “It was probably booby trapped.”

“Are you both okay?”

“Yeah, we’re fine.” you turn back, to find Conner standing behind you, hands in tight fists at his sides, shoulders hunched. eyes ablaze. you frown, puzzled. “Conner?”

you have only a fraction of a second to respond when his fist cuts through the air, and you stumble back with a hapless yelp. his other fist is hurdling towards you now, and you dodge that one, too, but you hadn’t expected his shoe digging into your sternum as it makes contact, and sends you flying across the room. tumbling into one of the trays, you roll off of it, and metal tools rain down around you. “Okay,” you huff, your ribs hurting, “something’s wrong. Conner’s been…compromised.”

“Don’t say that.”

“And now I think he wants to kill me.”

“Please don’t say that.”

but Conner was stomping towards you, and you force yourself to your feet, gathering a handful of the sharpest tools you could find. you fling them, all at once, only to see him swat them away as flippantly as he might a bothersome mosquito. “Conner,” you start, firm, “don’t make me fight you.” it was mostly a plea. for, as skilled as you were, you knew you stood a very small, pathetic excuse for a chance against a Kryptonian Superclone. but he advances, still, and you grab the upturned, empty cart, and launch it at him. he doesn’t even flinch when it bounces off of him, but you’re already scrambling over the exam table, unraveling the chain. you wrap it once around your fist, tripping over rubble as you try to put as much distance between you and him as possible. crimson beams burn through the table and leave a hideous, black trail along the concrete as he decimates floor and wall alike, chasing you. the heat from the rays nearly burns your skin even as you roll out of the way.

“You can’t fight him!” Dick was exclaiming, frustrated.

you laugh, weak and bitter, “Geez, babe, thanks so much for the vote of confidence.” Conner was heaving a terminal over his head, chucking it in your direction, but you fall back in time to miss the monitor, and hear it shatter against the wall behind you. Conner is on you in a second, his fists like thousand pound hammers that you’re only able to narrowly avoid, the wind from them whipping your hair about your face. the final punch was unavoidable, but you grasp on to his wrist instead, trying to force it up and angle it away from you. he switches gears, his fist opening to clamp around your throat. “C— Conner—“ you croak, feet kicking as you’re suspended, his grip tightening. “It’s— me!” there’s a slight wavering of his snarl, and his grip loosens for a fraction of a second. long enough for you to press your feet into his abdomen and climb him, jamming the heel of your boot into his jaw and forcing him to release you. you fall to one knee, and grasp the singed exam table to pull yourself up.

“He’s not going to stop,” Dick muttered, “that’s why they set the trap. So he could kill one of us.”

“No,” your eyes were trained on the table top where the syringes lay. “The syringes. This is a game to them, and Conner’s their pawn.”

“The Kryptonite.” Dick’s voice was low. “How much—“

“Too much.” you snapped, cracking the chain like a whip to deflect an oncoming attack. “It would kill him, Dick. I know it.”

“And we have no idea what the other shit does.”

“But they want me to choose one or the other.”

you chance a glance at that peculiar purple syringe. if the Kryptonite would kill him, certainly the mystery substance wouldn’t. why would they even bother if that was the only goal? it didn’t make sense, and you were missing something. your attention is snapped back to your opponent when he grabs the end of the chain mid air. you should’ve dropped it, but you hadn’t the seconds needed to unwrap it from your fist before he was yanking you forward with it, pulling you in to meet his assault. instead, you thought you’d counter, and brought your knee up, ready to kick him square in the chest, but his other hand snagged your ankle. shit.

Conner launches you several feet in the air once more, and when you come crash landing to the floor, you collide into the table. it topples over on top of you, and the syringes hit the floor beside you. your head bounces once against the concrete floor like a deflated basketball, and the earpiece— the only thing connecting you to Dick and the others, clicks as it hits the floor. there’s a dull hum as Dick frantically calls for you over the radio. the breath knocked forcefully from your lungs, your back aching, you want to give up. Dick was absolutely right. you couldn’t fight Superboy and win. and if you kept this up, he would no doubt break every bone in your body. you needed to subdue him.

you look from the Kryptonite to the mystery substance, and back again. the prior was much too dangerous. and you weren’t keen on killing your friends. but the latter could be anything. whose to say it wouldn’t intensify his newfound murderous agenda?

you felt the chain around your wrist tighten; Conner had snatched it up again, and was pulling on it, reeling you to him like a fish on a hook. you don’t have time to consider much, just that killing Conner wasn’t an option, and you grasp the purple syringe tight in your other fist. being dragged across the floor, over bits of shattered glass and rubbled concrete was a most unpleasant experience, but you hadn’t the energy left to fight him off. you work to unravel the chain from your sore wrist when you finally stop, but two, powerful fists are quick to wrap around your throat again and heave you up into the air. your back slams into the wall with a deafening crack. your feet kicking in the air, toes just barely grazing his knees. “Conn— Conner—“ you croak, grasping on to his wrists again. you tried to stare into his ocean eyes, but found your vision blurring, tripling. he was squeezing so tight, your neck would break soon. you tried to suck in breath, but choked instead, “this— better not— kill you.”

for a moment, Conner looks confused. his head cocks to one side, and his brows arch, but you give him no time to react, jabbing the hollowed tip of the needle into the side of his neck. you half expected it to break against his skin, but it pierces through, and you push down with your thumb. the violet liquid disappears a little at a time as Conner wails. his grip loosens and you slip free, crumbling on the floor in an exhausted heap, breathing ragged. your lungs inflate, painfully, as if they are for the first time, reaching up with one hand to rub your throat. it was bruising already, you could tell. he’d almost killed you. your friend had almost killed you.

with your eyes watering, you peer up at him in time for him to pull the syringe free with a grunt and hurl it to the floor. his stoic features were still fixed in fury, and for a moment, you were convinced the dose had done nothing at all. your heart was sinking into the pit of your stomach, “C’mon big guy,” you pleaded through labored breathing, scrambling backwards. but he didn’t follow you at first. he just stood there, eyes fixed on your frame. “You don’t want to hurt me anymore, right? Starting to feel more like yourself again?” it was a hopeful question, but he still wasn’t looking at you like himself. his eyes were dragging over every inch of you, from boots to the torn fabric on your thighs, and up to your breasts heaving as your chest rose and fell. his fists were tight. so tight that his knuckles were turning alabaster. then, finally, his eyes met yours. your heart stuttered in your chest. you knew that look, but you’d never seen it on him. you never thought you would see it on him. your name leaves his mouth, thick and husky, and you swallowed hard around the lump in your throat.

“Fuck.”

you roll over on to your knees, clambering towards the earpiece. your body is on the brink of giving out, exhausted from the ferocity of the fight, but you had to try, no matter how awkward you moved. you weren’t exactly sure what you would tell Dick when you reached it. ‘Oops, I think I made it worse.’ was in the forefront of your mind, but could you explain to your boyfriend the way your teammate was looking you over, like he was a depraved animal? could you really fix your mouth to say the words? he looks like you do when you’re inside of me.

as luck (good or bad) would have it, you never got the chance. that humongous fist wraps around your ankle and pulls you back, before his knees hit the ground hard enough to sound like a drum behind you. “Don’t run from me.” he barks. trading his grip on your ankle for both on your hips, he jerks them up towards him, forcing your back to arch and your knees to dig into the concrete. you let out a protesting whine, but he’s already shredding your stealth suit as he forces it down your legs. “It’s a waste of time.” his words are masked in a deep breath. inhaling your scent once your sex is completely exposed, “And I’m sick of wasting precious moments I could be ruining this pussy.”

you grind your teeth, squirming. his words are like pure electricity, sparking and buzzing deep within you. you didn’t want to like it, but you were wet, anyways. “Conner,” you reach behind you, trying to push him away, “this isn’t like you—“

“You’re right,” he growls in response, leaning in to drag his countenance along your cunt. you realize you can’t push him off from this angle, so you reach both of your arms forward, trying to grip something, anything, to pull you away, but his grip on your hips kept them cemented in place, “but I can’t fucking think straight. I can hear your heart beating, I can smell every pheromone coming from you, my body is screaming for yours and I can’t fucking stand it.” your breath escapes your open mouth in a wheeze when he licks a fat stripe under your folds, teasing your opening. “I need this. I need you. If you’re not willing to help me, then I’ll take what I need.”

“I’m— I want to help you, Conner,” you were pleading, pushing your palms into the concrete to try and crawl away, “but this isn’t the way. Dick can help us fix you, we just have to get out of here!”

but Conner was way past listening. with a primal grunt, he buries his hand in your hair, pushing your head back down against the ground. “Stay. Down.” he hisses, panting hot air on your core. “I can’t wait for Dick Grayson. I don’t need his help, I’m helping myself.” his tongue encircles your clit, that throbs from the attention. he seals his lips around it and suckles furiously, until you’re covering your mouth with one hand to stifle a vulgar mewl. you didn’t want him to get the wrong idea, think that you liked it, but you couldn’t keep your thighs from quivering. you couldn’t keep your eyelids from fluttering, especially when his other hand released your hip to push his middle finger into your spasming hole. ready to welcome him, your walls flutter about the intruder. he moans at the sensation, nuzzling into you as close as he could. the bridge of his nose grinds against your sensitive button and you can’t help but wriggle. “Fuck,” he slurs, mouth open and lapping at your wetness, knuckle deep and pumping quick, “you’re going to feel so good wrapped around my cock.”

you loathe yourself for getting even wetter hearing the desperation in his voice. you two were friends, and this was very, very wrong. still, his finger was hitting all the right spots, beckoning for you to cum on it with cheeky curling, and he wouldn’t let up on your clit: sucking, teasing with his teeth, slurping on you. you press your palm tighter against your mouth, but it wasn’t muffling your noises enough. “Feels good, right?” he asks, and you could tell he was smirking by the way his lips stretched, smashed against your flesh. his ring finger joins its sibling, and you whine in hapless submission. his fingers are so much thicker than Dick’s, just the two of them stuffed inside you and you already feel full. couple the stretching with his nearly mechanic rhythm, and the room around you is spinning. you don’t want to be as close to orgasm as you are, but you can feel it coming, and you can’t stop it. your toes curl in your boots, muscles going taut. you try to keep it in, fight back the pleasure, but he notices. “Don’t even think about holding out on me,” Conner snarls, tightening his vice on your roots, smearing your face into the ground, “I need to feel you cum. I need to taste it. If you want to play hard to get, I swear I will break you with my cock, and fuck you within an inch of your fragile life.”

you didn’t want to test the theory, nor did you think that you could even if you wanted to. your climax was a tidal wave, ready to crash and sweep you away, whether you were ready for it or not. a mild, “No…” that was directed to yourself falls from your lips. don’t enjoy this. you can’t. but, it felt so damn good.

Conner groans when you come unraveled, burying his face in your slick with his tongue working overtime, flicking your clitoris back and forth, swiping over it, everything he can do to intensify your climax until you’re shivering, panting, and spent, with both of his digits deep inside. “More.” Conner growls, “I want more.”

more? what more could you give? the statement seemed ridiculous— he’d dismantled you already, leaving your muscles too exhausted to move, your body his to do with what he wanted. “I can’t…” you mumble, but he’s already pulling what’s left of your tattered suit from your body. you’re tossed about for a moment as he strips you, but then you fall back on to your belly and stay there, while you watch him undress himself through bleary eyes.

“You don’t have to.” he snaps, his clothes in a puddle of fabric beside you. “I’m going to do the work for you.” his cock springs free, hard and throbbing and pointed towards his bellybutton, and you feel yourself clench on air. part of you wanted him inside of you, to tear right through you, but the other part— the reasonable one, was not only apprehensive at the sheer size of the titan’s manhood, but the fact that this was still so wrong. no amount of euphoria would mask the infidelity, the guilt of betraying Dick, even if you couldn’t stop this from happening. and the worst part was? you knew you would never tell him about it. Conner was only a passenger; the drug, whatever it may be, was in control of his body, and that wasn’t his fault.

when he reaches for you, you squirm, a feeble attempt at another crawl towards the receiver, but his fingers curl underneath your chin, taking you from behind by the throat and pulling you to your feet. you were limp, sagging forward, but he didn’t even mind. with one hand around your neck, he kept you steady enough, toes dragging the floor, to guide the tip of his cock to its destination. “Look at you,” he whispers in your ear, “so fucking weak, you can’t even stand up on your own. Don’t even try to fight, just take it.”

his other hand hooks underneath your thigh, lifting it as he draws you back into his thrust, and a helpless moan seeps from your lips. his fit is snug, almost too snug. you need time to adjust, but he’s not so keen on giving it to you. he’s much too… depraved to ease you into a soft, passionate fucking. instead, his hips snap forward as he drags you back and forth, using you the same way you could imagine he used his own fist when he was alone. “Take it,” he was grunting, over and over, until those two words were the only things on your mind. two syllables burned into your psyche. take it. take it. take it. even your own whimpering waned in comparison to his snorting in your ear.

the hand around your throat falls, instead, to catch your dangling leg at the thigh and lift it into the air, using the leverage to bounce your body, impaled and levitating. your head feels like a fishbowl full of jelly, and it lolls back against his chest, rising and falling with the heavy rhythm of his breathing. indescript sounds fall from your parted couplet, and your eyes are heavily lidded as you try to look up at him. you catch sight of the sharpness of his jaw, drawn right as he grits his teeth, his clear eyes shrouded in darkness, pupils dilated more than you ever thought possible. his face is red, sweat raining down on you. you feel so damn small, looking up at this giant, feeling every thick inch he’s forcing you to accommodate, suspended in the air.

Conner looks down at you, and his grimace twists into a tense smirk. he must’ve felt like a god right now.

“I always admired your strength,” he murmurs through jagged breath, but it was hard to focus on his words when he was jackhammering into you so hard that his balls were swinging to spank your clit, “now I feel fucking foolish, seeing how easily you submit. You’re not a warrior at all— you’re nothing but a fucking whore, made to be used just like this, and you fucking love it, don’t you?” you wanted to argue, tell him that was the drugs talking, but in this moment, he made a good point. would a real fighter still be resisting? could they? you couldn’t even form sentences, and you felt like his cock was going to tear you in half, and instead of trying to get away, you were just slumped back against the menace terrorizing your body. using it. you try to shake your head, but he laughs at you. it wasn’t Conner’s usual laugh. that’s what you kept repeating. he doesn’t laugh that wicked. it wasn’t him. he wasn’t in control. “You’re a damn liar,” he snarls, his massive hands squeezing the supple flesh of your thighs hard enough to elicit and whimper. they would be sore for a while. your whole body would. “If you didn’t love the feeling of my cock destroying your little body, you wouldn’t be so dickdrunk. You wouldn’t be clenching around me like you just found your life’s purpose, and it’s being impaled on my dick. Would you?” you can’t answer, and that coaxes another husky chuckle.

“Maybe you should take a look,” he grunts, allowing his arms to glide with ease up your torso. his elbows force your legs up and spread further, and his fingers lock behind your head, pushing it down. you’ve no choice but to stare at your belly as it distends, the shape of his cock bulging out from the inside when he bottoms out. your head spins, locked in his vice, you can see your own cum dripping from your cunt. you couldn’t help it, but it was still humiliating. “Watch me fuck that little pussy. See how good you take me? Fuck, what’s Grayson always say about you? ‘Tiny, but mighty’? I’ll fucking say so. You’re taking every fucking inch.” you babble, a mix of pleas and his name broken into pathetic syllables as he drives himself up into you. “Attagirl— I might just snap you in two if I pound any harder, huh?” his words are muffled, distorted, as he bites on his lip. you force yourself to nod. you doubted he would show you any mercy, but your body was at its limit.

“C—Conn— Conner!“ your eyes, even glazed, were focused on watching his shaft slide into you, form a thick lump in your belly, and then back out. if you had another orgasm, you’d had three more. the pleasure seemed to run in tandem with your exhaustion. you wanted to beg him to stop, or at least slow down, but his name is the only word you can form.

“Keep screaming my name just like that,” he moans, slobbering over your neck where he sucks and bites, “it’s gonna make me cum!”

you could’ve told him to pull out, but what was the point? he would do what he wanted, and you had absolutely no say. with his hot breath raising goosebumps on your skin, he howls, rutting deep, any rhythm he had before dissipated into fervent fucking, the primal need to be as deep as he could, before he erupts.

and just like that, he drops you.

hitting the floor had become a feeling you were, unfortunately, used to, so you only groan, rolling on to your back. you could feel his cum leaking out of your abused body, and you sucked in a few, heavy breaths.

Conner, on the other hand, has fallen to his knees, panting, growling, his fingers digging into the concrete with his eyes closed. “What… the hell…” he mumbles, “what… did I do?”

Conner was back. the real Conner.

good to know the dose was only temporary.

still, you didn’t know what to say, nothing that came to mind would do much to make him feel better. he finally convinces himself to look up, to look at you. you must’ve looked exactly how you felt, spent, bruised, naked and oozing him, because he let out a furious scoff at himself and pounds his massive fists against the ground, initiating a cloud of debris and dust to swirl around him. “They… weaponized me. Again. To hurt you.” his voice wasn’t steady. it was strained.

“Just…” you hold out your arm, the muscles practically made of gel, “help me up, Conner.” what were you supposed to say? how were you supposed to act? his brows furrow, but he does as instructed, before dressing himself then gathering your clothes. you didn’t miss the way he eyed the destruction he caused about the room, or the guilt painted over his face when he saw you leaning against the wall, wincing, holding your belly. you couldn’t help it. there was a painful, hollow feeling in you after such a rough romp. “Thanks.” you mutter, holding his broad shoulder for stability as he helps you step into your suit. it was horrendously torn, as if you’d been mauled by a werewolf, but nothing the fight couldn’t explain.

“The others are getting close,” he offered. super hearing, you assumed. “What are you going to tell Dick?” Conner asked, somewhat bashful. you noticed that he even looked away when he knelt in front of you, avoiding looking at your body. his cheeks were crimson. he wasn’t the sheepish type, that was all humiliation. and anger at himself, probably.

you look towards the door as it whirrs to life, raising to reveal the tunnels. your way out. what a sick joke.

you could faintly make out silhouettes; the team, and you sigh. “Nothing.” you answer, finally. the last thing you needed was Dick to learn what happened here— you knew him well, too well, to know better. but Conner opened his mouth to protest, and you shook your head. “That wasn’t you, and we never mention it again. Agreed? Not to Dick, not to each other. It. Never. Happened.” now, he nods, and seals his tiers. he wouldn’t say a word, and neither would you. but you knew, deep down, that you would think about this night. replay over and over it in your mind. and maybe he would do the same.

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[the-book-gnome]

Empty Warehouse

Pairings: Conner Kent x fem!reader

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: size kink, unprotected sex (do not recommend) p in v, pain implied, belly bulge, wall sex,pet names(baby, sweetie)

18+ only ! minors do not interact !

The first time you met him your first thought was that he’s massive. He had broad shoulder and was at least a foot and a half taller than you. His hands were huge too, they were also veiny and you often started at them whenever you two were around each other. Unfortunately for you, he never even spared you a glance, if you had to go on a mission together he was basically just your guard dog, and never spoke a word unless he had to. It upsets you a little, you want everyone to enjoy your company but by the looks of it he looks miserable around you.

Little did you know, the reason Conner never looked at you or talked to you was that every time he did he’d get a boner. And to not make things awake he decided to stop doing both seeing as no matter what you said or did it would always happen. It wasn't his fault, he can’t control his dick. You were just so tiny compared to him, you always sounded so sweet when you spoke and fuck when you looked up at him, he was so fucked.

You were currently waiting in an empty warehouse waiting on Jason, he was always late so it’s come expected now but that didn’t keep you from wanting to kill him. In any other situation, you wouldn’t mind it but unfortunately for you, Conner was also put on your team. It was fine since Jason could be the talker like usual but since he was late, the two of you were standing in awkward silence. Maybe that's just you that feels awkward but it’s still unbearable. His back was pressed against the wall adjacent to you, his arms crossed and eyes closed.

Your eyes trailed down his body, his shirt tight on his body due to how big his muscles were, he had huge thighs that you really really wanted to sit on. Everything about him was beautiful. He almost looked like he was asleep, his breaths even and quiet, a peaceful look on his face. You were tired of the way he treated you, well to be fair he didn’t really treat you like anything, kinda just acted like you were invisible.

“Why do you hate me?” You asked him, his eyes opened lazily to stare at you confused. “Who said I hated you?” Conner's voice was gruff, and his gaze made you want to crawl in a hole. “No one, you just act like it.” You were playing with your hands, noticing that they were getting sweaty. “No, I don’t.” He leaned his head back again and closed his eyes. “You act like I don’t exist, the only reason you would be like that was if you hated me. I’m not stupid, you’ve been doing this ever since we met.” Now you were glaring at him, why was he treating you like an idiot? He let out an annoyed sigh. He walked over to you, putting his hands on the wall behind you and bending down so his face was directly in front of yours, you flushed at how close he had gotten, if you leaned in you could kiss him.

“I already said I don’t hate you, I don’t act like it either so stop whining. Got it?” Conner was staring directly at you, he cocked his head to the side, examining the way you reacted to him. “Um, th…that’s not.. true.” You stumbled over your words, your brain not being able to process them right.

A cocky smirk grew on his lips, “Why so shy all of the sudden? Something making you nervous?” He licked his lips, eyes drifting down to your plump lips. “Have you noticed how tiny you are compared to me? How I can fit both your wrist in just one of my hands?” God he would do anything to kiss you right now. The look on your face was fucking priceless, bright red and shocked. Your eyes were wider the usual and all he could think about was what you would like on your knees for him. Conner took his eyes off you for a moment to look around, Jason won’t be here for a while, he knew that. So fuck it, you only live once. With that logic in his head, he slammed his lips against yours.

You gasped in surprise and Conner took that as his opportunity to slide his tongue in. He pulled your waist against him with both his hands, the span of them almost going around your entire waist, from and back. You felt the outline of his cock pressing into your stomach. Your wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him make just as hard as he did to you. His tongue touches every inch of your mouth. He felt so warm, so big, you wanted to feel every inch of him. He lifted you, pressing your back as against the wall, you tried to wrap your legs around him but he was too large, your legs just kept slipping, not that it mattered since he easily held you up. “Fuck baby your so fucking small compared to me.” He muttered as he started kissing down your neck, eager to taste every inch.

“Can’t we go somewhere else? What if Jason walks in or something?” You moaned as his hot mouth started sucking onto your skin. He dropped you down a little so your waist was right next to his. “No baby right here, we don’t have much time, okay?” Conner's hand went up to cup your cheek giving you another kiss before grabbing onto your wrists and pulling them above your head. He was right, they both fit into one hand. He started unzipping his pants and pulling his dick out. You gaped at him as you saw the size. Before when you felt it against you it did not feel that big. “Con that’s not gonna fit,” you whined into his mouth. “Don’t worry baby, I’ll make it fit okay? You’ll just have to handle it, can you do that for me?” Lust filled his eyes as he pulled back to look between the two of you. “I can handle it.,” Even if he tore you in half you would thank him for it.

Using one hand he ripped open your pants, pulling your panties to the side so he could see you. “Jesus fuck youre soaked, is that all for me sweetie?” Conner was rubbing his tip against your folds, occasionally circling your clit causing you to moan out and jerk your hips towards him. “Just relax for me okay?” You nodded, he pressed his forehead against you, and you followed his deep breaths.

As the tip of his cock breached your hold you squeezed your eyes shut and whimpered in pain. “Con I told you it wouldn’t fit,” a tear fell down your cheek as he pushed in a little more, giving you a little time to adjust. “Deep breaths baby, I need you to breath.” Conner moved the hand holding your wrist and cupped your hands, giving you a reassuring squeeze. Using the other one to wipe the tear from your cheek.

You relaxed your body, trusting him completely. He sunk in even more and it felt like he was splitting you in half. You tried focusing on your breathing, doing your best to ignore the stinging and relax yourself. Your walls squeezed into his thick cock as he bottomed out. Conner's breath ticketed your cheek. “Yeah just like that sweetie, I told you it would fit didn't I?” He grunted as his pleasure flooded his senses. “You’re so much more fucking tight than imagined, holy shit.” Conner sounded breathless against you, he was doing his best to give you time to adjust, but it was getting harder every second.

His pace started out slow, giving you time for the pain to wear off but when you started moaning at the feeling of his thick cock brushing against your cervix he lost it. Pounding into you relentlessly, each thrust going straight to your brain. “Aww is my little baby already fucked out? Too bad I just started.” Conner looked down to watch his cock go in and out of you but when he looked down his eyes widened. He was amazed to see a little bulge coming from your tummy.

His cock twitched and a grin spread on his flushed face. “Baby look at that, your so fucking small that your belly had to make room for me.” You practically screamed in euphoria as he used his hand to push down the bulge. Your orgasm crashes into you, your entire body shaking and your vision going black. You couldn’t hear anything he was saying but you felt it as his lodge, his cock even feeling into you and stuffed your pussy full of his cum.

Conner pulled out of you and relaxed your hands. He cradled you into his chest, your legs and arms were completely limp. You couldn’t even think straight. His hand was rubbing your back as he sat down against the wall completely out of breath. He was amazed he didn't collapse when he came to you.

“Damn con, when I told you o fuck her brain out I wasn’t being serious, how’s she supposed to be any use to us now?” Jason’s cocky voice filled the warehouse, Conner rolled his eyes, “thought I told you to wait 2 hours dipshit.” Jason laughed at him and sat opposite the two of you. Your body covers his dick, not like Jason would care either way. “I got bored of listening to the two of you fuck, guess I was a little late on the celebration huh,” Conner rolled his eyes again and leaned his head back still trying to catch his breath.

#conner kent #super boy #titians #size k!nk #reader smut #conner kent x reader #conner Kent smut

[butwhyduh]

Hello! I absolutely adore your stories! ❤️💖 I was hoping you could write a funny batsis (who is the biological daughter of Batman and is between Dick and Jason in age) story about her getting caught in one morning (or whenever) doing some "bedsheet sparring" with like Conner Kent or someone with powers that shouldn't be in gotham without Batman's permission (lol) and her entire family are who catch her because it's her birthday or something and they came in to surprise her with breakfast! I think it would be hilarious!

Warning cuz it has smut lol

Batsis x Kon kent

Conner pulled you on his lap, setting the pace faster than your hips wanted to go, pulling a moan from your lips. He quickly swallowed it in a rough kiss. He could feel the way you were clenching tight around him, 4th time that night (technically morning) to be exact, that you were going cum soon.

“Oh Kon!” You whimpered while throwing your head back and clenching him tightly. Conner groaned and thrust up to find his own high. You rocked together in pleasure. He could hear your heart pounding in your chest and feel the sheen on sweat on your body that this was the last round. You were only human after all.

A loud rapping at the front door made you jump. You looked at Conner confused. Who was at your door at 6 in the morning? You grabbed your robe as you climbed off Conner.

Conner used his x Ray vision to look thru the door, “babe, that’s your-“

“My baby sister’s birthday!” Called Dick thru the door. “Open up!”

You froze and looked at Conner who was clearly debouched and oozing sex from every pore and you knew you didn’t look much better. You tried to smooth your hair down and you grabbed a wet paper towel to wipe at the streaked makeup from the night before that you’d been too busy to remove. You hadn’t gone to bed yet.

You and Conner had gone partying and hadn’t gotten home until past 2 am and you both had gone to bed but certainly not to sleep.

“Answer the door! I know you hear me!” Dick called.

“Maybe she doesn’t want her brothers to bother her,” Jason replied. Fuck, both of them??

“Maybe she was actually out partying all night and is dead asleep right now,” Tim added. That was when you knew that Conner was going to die that day. Your birthday. The windows on the small apartment were all on one side that were visible from the front door so no flying away.

He was hastily throwing on his pants and shirt before moving to your bedroom closet. You pulled it close while calling to your brothers, “just a minute!”

A final look in the mirror caused you to blanch at the sight of a fresh hickey on your collarbone that you hurried to cover with your robe. There was no way that wasn’t going to be visible today. Your heart pounded like you were tracking killer Croc when you opened the door.

Dick, Jason, and Tim were standing there with balloons, a box from a bakery, and a present bag.

“Hi,” you said. You suddenly realized how much water you needed. You were just lucky to not pull something with everything Conner had done to you.

“Woah sleep head,” Jason teased while handing you the cupcake box as he walked in. Dick and Tim followed.

“Well it is a little early,” you admitted. “Wha-what brings you here? Now?”

“We wanted to tell you happy birthday first,” Dick said and you huffed out a laugh with a nod.

“Right,” you said. “And you figured the crack of dawn was a good idea because…”

“Tim couldn’t sleep and you didn’t reply to his meme so we came down,” Jason finally answered.

“Seriously? You do know I’m a big girl that can take care of myself, right?” You replied with a huff. You sat on the arm of the couch as exhaustion finally hit. It made sense. You’d been up 27 hours straight, danced at clubs for hours, and then bed acrobats for half the night with your literal superhuman boyfriend. And when was the last time you had anything to drink.

“We know but it’s nice to see you without the whole family,” Dick added.

“Without Damian, bruce, and Alfred you mean?” You said.

“Maybe,” Tim shrugged. “Are you hungry? We can go get food? A waffle house?” He suggested. It did sound good but so did spooning with your boyfriend until midday.

“I don’t know. I’m a little tired,” you said and that was a hell of an understatement.

“We’re all tired. Get dressed. Get waffles. And then take a nap before Bruce’s party,” Jason said, tossing you your bag. You caught it but your robe dipped down your shoulder.

“What the hell?” Dick said. They all stared at the mark clearly visible before you yanked it up your shoulder.

“Who did that? Is that why you’re tired? Did we interrupt a booty call?” Jason asked.

“Ew, booty call?” Tim said to Jason who pointed at you and shrugged.

“No! No one did anything. It’s none of your business,” you stammered.

“Is he or she going to the party tonight?” Dick asked. “Are they in here?”

Your eyes widened involuntarily. “That’s none of your-“

“Come out, come out, wherever you are,” Jason called as he and Tim started looking over the apartment.

“Stop them,” you begged Dick.

“They’re really here now? This whole time?” Dick asked.

“Jason, don’t!” You called as he went in your bedroom. Tim followed him and you ran after them. “Don’t!” You gasped just as he opened the closet door to show Conner Kent standing beside your shirts. His shirt was on backwards and he definitely looked like he recently had sex.

“You?” Jason said roughly with clear shock. Dick blinked and froze.

“Wow,” Tim added. “You’re gonna die today.”

“Stop it,” you said pushing Jason from the closet. He moved with your shove but he wasn’t the one you should have watched. Dick shoved Conner in the closet and punched him in his face before you could act.

“Dick!” You gasped in shock. Dick groaned and shook his hand but to his credit, Conner rubbed his lip where he was hit too.

“I’ll see you tonight,” Dick replied angrily to you. He stormed out of the room.

“Hey!” You called after him. You turned to Tim and Jason. “I don’t even know why he’s mad. I’m an adult.”

“That’s just being a big brother,” Jason said patting you on the shoulder. “Come on Tim. We’ll see her tonight. Happy birthday.”

“Jason!”

“Bye,” Tim said with a little wave before both left.

“Kon,” you said, looking up at him feeling lost. He simply pulled you into a hug.

“Let’s take a nap and we’ll fix it when they aren’t as mad,” he suggested. You let him pull you to bed where you hugged him tight. He ran his hands along your back before you finally fell asleep.

You woke a few hours later with a strong arm wrapped around you and you could feel your body hot and sweaty. Your robe was still on. The events of the night flooded back in your memory. You groaned and leaned into Conner who hugged you and kissed your temple, half asleep.

“Morning,” he said in a sexy husky morning voice.

“Morning. I can’t go to this thing today. I’ll cancel dinner and say I’m sick,” you said. Conner sighed.

“And hurt Bruce’s feelings that his little girl doesn’t want him around on her birthday?”

“Crap. What do I do?”

“If I could suggest,” he said, sitting up on his elbows as you still laid on his chest. “Bring me as your date. You didn’t introduce me because of your brothers, right? Now that isn’t a problem anymore.”

“That’s…. A good idea, actually,” you said after a second.

“That would sound insulting if I didn’t know you,” he muttered as you hurried out of bed.

“Bring you as my date and then Dick can’t get mad because you’re my boyfriend, not some random guy. We won’t have to sneak around anymore; even though that’s fun. Dad never needs to know any details because the boys telling him would just be weird. Conner,” you said, cupping his face. “You’re a genius!” You kissed him with a grin.

“And yet, I feel like a pawn,” he muttered as you tossed him a dress shirt.

“We need a shower,” you said, ignoring his commentary.

“Together? I’m interested in that,” he replied causing you to roll your eyes.

“We were ‘together’ all night. As long as the shower doesn’t lead to anything else then fine,” you replied.

“I mean, I also just enjoy seeing you naked so there’s that,” he said with a shrug.

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The dinner was far from small. Your birthday party was a great event to invite Wayne Enterprise investors and frequent private donors to your favorite charities. Bruce had decorated the ballroom in your favorite color and theme. It was beautiful and full of people in fancy dress.

Conner adjusted his tie. “Shouldn’t have worn this stupid tie. That guy isn’t wearing one,” he motioned towards a man in the crowd. Jason had already flipped Conner off from across the crowd and Dick ‘accidentally’ knocked his drink from his hand with his own bandaged hand.

“He’s publicity. Not a guest,” you said quietly with an eye roll while straightening the tie. “And you want to make a good impression to my father.”

“I’m already preparing to get my ass beat by Batman,” Conner muttered under his breath.

“No. It’ll be Bruce Wayne and if you don’t take the hit and break his hand, then Batman will beat your ass later,” you replied. “But none of that will happen if you act like a polite journalist from Kansas.”

“I have many reason to hate that cover but it’s fine for now. Oh god, here he comes,” Conner said, standing straight as Bruce walked thru the crowd.

“Sweetheart,” Bruce said warmly, giving you a hug. “Kent,” he added, looking at Conner suspiciously over your shoulder.

“Hi Mr Wayne,” Conner replied. Bruce glared at him.

“Why is he here?”

“Dad,” you chided. “Conner is here as my.. date,” you said with a nervous smile. You watched Bruce Wayne go thru every emotion a man could have in 30 seconds.

“I see,” Bruce replied coldly. Your heart froze.

Conner looked between you both.

“Kent. You better treat her well or I’ll put a boot so far up your ass, you’ll taste kryptonite,” Bruce said calmly before walking away to talk to another guest.

“I’m gonna die,” Conner whimpered. “I had to date Batman’s daughter and now I’m gonna die.”

#friday night smut #conner kent x reader #Superboy x reader #superboy smut #Conner kent smut #dc smut #batboy brothers

[acourtofidiots]

since I forgot Barbara last night, here’s what I would think Barbara would do when you touch yourself without permission

cw: smut, sex toys, dom/sub dynamics, semi-public sex, voyerism, exhibitionism

Babs would definitely make you wear a pair of vibrating panties while you’re out and about with other Batfam member or another trusted friend (like Kon, Kory, Roy, etc., but let’s go with Kon for this scenario)

You would whine insistently when she hands you the panties and instructs you to keep them on but one firm look your way has you pouting but pulling the panties on under your dress. 

For the first hour, it’s not so bad. The vibrations are kept on low and you could easily tune them out while you’re at the club and grinding up on Kon. 

But when a stranger starts being overly flirty with you, you could feel the vibrations kick up a notch and it took all your willpower to stammer out an apology and stumble out of the club, with the Kryptonian in tow. 

Kon pushes you up against an alley a few blocks away, smashing his lips onto yours and grinding his hips into yours. You moan as you could feel your wetness soak your panties and drip onto his jeans, and your whining intensifies as Kon moves from your lips to nibble at your neck. 

“I know princess,” he hushes you, arms firmly keeping you planted against the wall. “I know what that slutty cunt of yours needs. But Oracle gave me strict instructions to not get you off. But she didn’t say I can have my own fun with you.” 

Which lead you to having your legs wrapped around his waist, nails digging into the supple leather of his jacket as he thrusts his thick length into you. 

“Kon, p-please,” you whimper, overwhelmed by how well he was hitting your g-spot. 

He grins at you, mouth opening to respond, but was cut to the chase. 

“Aw, what do we have here?” You both turn to see Tim at the entrance of the alleyway, and you flash puppy dog eyes at the vigilante. 

“T-tim, please, please let me cum,” you beg as he steps towards you, the whites of his domino mask hiding the mischievous sparkle in his eyes. 

“As much as I want to help you, Barbara gave us explicit instructions not to give into you, no matter how hard you beg.” His gaze lingers on your chest, on how your tits were bouncing within the confines of your dress. 

You're gave a frustrated growl in return, looking up at the wall behind the two men to see a camera pointed directly at you. No doubt it was Barbara who was behind that lens. So you decided to take advantage of it. 

“Please, miss,” you whine, biting your lip and flashing a sultry look at the camera. “Please let me cum. I-I’m sorry for disappointing you. I-shit I promise I’ll be a good girl.” You could feel your walls start to clench around Konner’s cock inside you, teetering on the edge of bliss. 

Tim hums before tracing a hand down below to rub slow circles over your throbbing bud. “Babs said..she thinks that you can come, but that doesn’t mean you’re going to be done when you get back to her place.”

And with that, you explode, waves of pleasure overwhelming you. The two men before you help you through it, never ceasing their moments until Kon’s thrusts become sloppy as his own orgasm courses through him. 

They pull back and help you regain your balance on your feet before turning you to face the fall and bend you in half before gripping your ass cheeks and pulling them apart, undoubtedly showing off your abused pussy to Barbara. You could feel the cocktail of your releases trail down your thigh, and all you wanted was for Barbara to clean it up, to lick you clean until you’re cumming once again on her tongue. 

“Fuck,” says Tim, as he circles a finger around your hole, and you twitch in their hold. “Such a pretty sight.” 

Kon hums in agreement. “She sure is. You guys are so lucky to have her.” He pauses as he helps you stand up once more. “Now, let’s go. You know how Oracle doesn’t like tardiness.”

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[solar-wing]

⚣ Disobey 😠

⚣😠 A/N → i... don't ask. just..don't. I'm so ashamed. WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI | Rough Anal | Orgasm Denial | Controlling Behavior | Dom/Sub Vibes |

⚣😠 Summary → Conner has had enough of Y/N disobeying him.

⚣😠 Words → 1.3K

REBLOGS & replies are greatly appreciated, please! 💛

⚣ ENJOY 😠

"a-ah, fuck ... ! Please let me cum!"

Conner pressed the young mage harder against the wall, laying another hard smack on his bottom while thrusting in and out of his quivering hole. He also held a tight grip on the boy's throbbing and red cock, squeezing at the base whenever he could tell the boy was about to cum.

The Kryptonian grunted in his ear while increasing the intensity of his thrusts, "Don't tell me what to do. I'm not ready for you to cum yet, got it? You're going to learn how to follow orders," He delivered an extra hard push with that sentence while squeezing down again on the poor boy's whimpering dick, pulling a needy whine from him.

Earlier that day, Batman briefed the team on a mission where they were to recover a powerful magical relic from some ancient ruins before a group of cultists found it and delivered it to their leader. When they arrived, the group split off into pairs to find the relic faster, Superboy ordered Y/N to come with him, even though some felt it'd be better if he and Zatanna went together.

Superboy instructed the young mage to stay close to him at all times and not wander off, sensing the place would have various booby traps. As they were looking through the ruins, Y/N got curious and wandered off to look at some interesting-looking markings on the walls, accidentally activating the magical defenses.

Thankfully, the spell to nullify it was simple enough. But it didn't make the Kryptonian any less angry with him.

Then, when they eventually ran into the cultists who had found the relic, Superboy instructed Y/N to run and grab help while he held them off. Of course, that wasn't the smartest idea since he was more vulnerable to magic attacks than the mage.

Y/N didn't listen though and had engaged the cultists himself, Superboy's anger doubling at the mage's disobedience. They were able to hold them off long enough for the rest of the team to show up and fight together.

Y/N managed to steal the relic back from the cult and the team successfully defeated them with only a few of the cultists getting away. Everyone congratulated the young mage for his quick thinking, but Superboy was still furious with him.

When they returned to the Cave, Conner roughly pulled the boy aside to his room before slamming and locking the door, proceeding to scold the young mage. The Kryptonian yelled at him for not listening to him and putting himself in danger, calling the boy reckless and irresponsible.

Y/N didn't take well to that and argued back, defending himself, turning it into a full-blown argument until the two were in each other's faces.

"You need to learn some fucking respect. You may be strong, but you're still new. I've been a part of this team from the start and have more experience than you, so you need to learn to listen to me." Conner growled, getting in the boy's face.

"I'm not a child! I can take care of myself, thank you very much. And last I checked, you aren't the leader of this team, Kaldur is, so back off. I don't have to listen to you and I don't need you to protect me." Y/N growled back, before shoving his way past the Kryptonian towards the door.

He didn't make it far though before Conner grabbed his arm and yanked him back, pinning him to the bed, "Where do you think you're going?"

"I'm leaving, I don't need to deal with this right now," Y/N said, struggling against the Kryptonian's hold.

Conner growled in his ear, "You're not going anywhere. I'm not done with you yet."

"Oh, fuck you, Superboy." Y/N snapped, glaring daggers at the Kryptonian.

Conner glared back before suddenly crushing his lips against Y/N's, forcing his tongue into his mouth. Y/N struggled and fought against the Kryptonian's hold, but couldn't break free from his grip. Conner pulled away and smirked at the mage, "You're going to learn how to listen to me, whether you like it or not."

That's how Y/N found himself currently pinned against the wall, his ass in the air with the Kryptonian's cock thrusting into him.

Conner continued to slam his hips forward, making sure to graze over the young hero's prostate every time. The squelching of his wet cock, the loud slapping of their skin, and the grunting from both of them filled the room.

The young hero could only take the pounding, his legs were starting to feel like jelly and he was sure he would've fallen by now if the Kryptonian wasn't holding him up.

"please ... I’ll beg for it, do whatever you want for it ... please ... " Y/N cried out, tears starting to form in his eyes.

Conner smirked and leaned forward, "I'm not ready for you to cum just yet."

"Please! I've learned my lesson, I promise! I'll do anything, please just let me cum!" Y/N begged, his voice cracking.

"Anything, huh? I don't believe you" Conner said, his hips not faltering in their thrusts.

"Please, I promise! I'll do whatever you ask, I'll listen to your every command, I'll never go against your word, just please let me cum!" Y/N sobbed, his cock was so hard and red, he needed release.

"Fine, but you're going to cum untouched, and you're going to take all of my cum inside you, got it?" Conner growled in the boy's ear, releasing the boy's cock and placing both hands under his ass, his thrusts becoming more erratic.

"I'm going to fill you up so much, you'll be leaking my cum for days. And if you ever disobey me again, I'll punish you even harder, understand?" Conner said, his tone stern and threatening., pressing their fronts together while burying his face into the smaller male's neck, his teeth scraping his skin.

"Yes, sir! Thank you, sir! I promise to be good from now on!" Y/N moaned, feeling the Kryptonian's thrusts become more powerful and the heat inside him build.

"Fuck, you're such a good boy for me, aren't you? My perfect little boy," Conner praised, licking a stripe up the boy's neck, "I'm so close, I'm going to fill you up so much, gonna fill you to the brim..."

"Please, please, please..." Y/N pleaded, his breath ragged and short as his cock dripped pre-cum, he was so close.

Conner suddenly grabbed his cock, squeezing it again, pushing down the boy's release.

"AH a-ah, fuck ...no, please !" The boy cried out from the overstimulating pain, punching his fists against the Kryptonian's sweaty back.

Conner chuckled darkly, his hand moving to stroke the boy's throbbing cock, speeding up his thrusts, hitting his prostate dead-on every time.

"Cum for me, baby."

The young hero screamed out, his body spasming as his release finally hit him, his cock spurting thick white ropes of cum all over the Kryptonian's hand and abs. Conner grunted as he continued his relentless thrusting, his balls tightening as his release came crashing down.

With one final thrust, the Kryptonian buried his cock deep inside the boy, shooting thick loads of hot cum inside him.

The two boys panted heavily, their bodies glistening with sweat as they tried to catch their breaths. Conner leaned up, using one hand to tilt the boy's head up before placing a final rough kiss against his lips.

"Hopefully this teaches you a lesson. Don't ever disobey me again." Conner said, pulling his cock out, his cum leaking out of the boy's hole and down his thighs.

Y/N whimpered from the emptiness, slowly letting his legs down to the ground before they were roughly pulled back up.

"Where do you think you're going? We're not done here, not by a long shot. You're staying here and we're going to have some more fun," Conner growled in the boy's ear, pulling his cum-covered hand up to his lips, "Now clean my hand, you made quite a mess."

Y/N obeyed, his tongue running across the Kryptonian's hand, licking off all the cum.

"Good boy. Now, on your knees."

The young hero knew he was in for a long night.

☀️ | Conner Kent/Superboy | ☀️

☀️ | Masterlists | ☀️

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[st4rkiwi]

Okay soooo im making a jason todd fanfic on wattpad !! Its gonna be a bodyguard x rich girl , enemies to lovers , and im already obsessed before even STARTING it !!! please please please go and check out my wttpd (novaschz) !! And dont be afraid to leave suggestions for another story and such.

#jason todd smut #jason todd #jason peter todd #dcu #dc universe #dick grayson #bruce wayne #tim drake #damian wayne #conner kent #dick grayson smut #fanfic #wattpad #bruce wayne smut

[a1307s]

Kinks #1

(Conner Kent Smut)

[Art is not mine! Credit to kămenOWL ]

Request By: dogma0325

Keys:

Y/N - Your Name

E/C - Eye Color

Word Count: 3,527

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Catcalling

Mild name calling/bickering/cursing

Choking

Hair pulling

Lost virginity (Conner)

Bruising

Grinding

Semi-domination

Mentions of degrading

Spanking

Stroking/Riding

Thigh cum shot

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Conner's POV

     The living room is super noisy this afternoon. Wally and Robin decided to invite Roy Harper for what they called a 'boys night' in. Apparently a 'boys night' is all the boys hanging out without any of the girls on the team around. In a counter action to this, Artemis invited Zatanna over to hangout with Y/N, M'gann and herself for a 'girls night'. I have learned that the only difference between a 'boys night' and a 'girls night' is the genders who are hanging out in what room.

     If I'm honest I would much rather be at the girls' night in Y/N's room than in the living room with the boy teammates - and Roy. The boys are loud and only talk about this thing called 'football'. I was interested in some of the conversation when Roy was talking about fixing his motorcycle. I like machines, they're understandable and unchanging; unlike humans.

     A whistle pulls me out of my thoughts, pulling my attention towards the direction it came in. "You're looking hot, Y/N," Roy - who I assume whistled - says with a smirk and a wink.

     My head snaps upward at the sound of Y/N's name. I'm not sure what I feel about her yet. When she's around it's hard to breathe and my stomach feels upset but when she's talking to Wally or Kaldur touches her back I get angry. I explained these emotions to Canary last week when she was here for our training and she told me it sounded like a 'crush'. After some research and an explanation from Robin apparently a 'crush' is when you have romantic love feeling things for a person. From how he explained it, it's supposed to make me feel good, but it just makes me feel confused and angry.

     "Keep your tongue in your mouth, Harper," Y/N says, a small giggle following her words. Y/N leans over Roy's chair, her chin resting on his red hair and her arms folded under her chest. From what I can see she's wearing one of my shirts along with her tight velvet necklace. Last month Y/N explained to me the tight necklaces she wears are called 'chokers'. Her conversation with Roy makes my nervous boil with anger but seeing her wear my shirt makes my stomach warm up.

     "Hurry up and get out of here! It's boys night," Wally whines, throwing a piece of his popcorn at Y/N. "What are you even doing out here?"

     "The girls wanted a snack and I lost the drawing so I got the great joy of seeing you boys pig out in the common room," She says, letting her feet fall back on the floor before walking over to the kitchen.

     "It's only Wally that is pigging out," Says Kaldur with a sweet smile. The smile makes my anger even more unbearable.

     "Suck my dick, Captain," Y/N mocks with a slupy salute.

     "You don't have one," Roy reminds her as if that's something a girl could forget. Maybe Y/N did forget she doesn't have a penis.

     "And yet my cock is bigger than yours," She snaps back at Roy, opening a cabinet and pulling out two bags of chips. "Maybe if you pulled some of your dick out of your personality you could keep a girlfriend," Y/N finishes before walking out of the living room and back down the hallway. Her comments towards Roy make my stomach even warmer, but this time it starts to tighten in a way I haven't felt before.

     "God it would be so fun to sleep with her," Mumbles Roy, getting a chuckle out of Wally.

     "Gosh not very humble, are we?" Wally asks, making himself chuckle even more. "Honestly Y/N is probably super vanilla."

     "Vanilla? As in the ice cream?" I ask, confusion over taking me. How can Y/N be an ice cream flavor?

     The guys laugh at me before Robin grabs my shoulder. "Big Guy, Vanilla is a term used for someone that isn't kinky in bed. Like you!" He explains, giving me more questions instead of answers.

     "Dude I swear Y/N is a hundred percent into choking," Roy says before taking a drink of his pop.

     "We are aware. Her chokers are a dead give away," Kaldur adds on before going back to his book.

     "I know she's into hair pulling," Robin says, catching the attention of Roy.

     "What makes you say that?"

     "I accidentally pulled her hair the other day and instead of saying 'ow' or being pissed off she said 'hey'," The youngest boy explains.

     "I'm still confused," I say as my confusion starts quickly turning into anger.

      "Ask one of the girls to explain it later," Wally says before going back to talk to Roy about Artemis's 'kinks'.

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     A little after ten everyone left the mountain for the night. Well everyone that doesn't live here anyway, which leaves Kaldur, M'gann, Y/N, and me.

     The question from earlier still eats at my brain and after talking to M'gann it's come to my attention that Y/N is my only hope for an explanation. So, here I am, standing outside her door. My stomach is upset again and my lungs feel like the air is being forced out of them. Is my question really important enough to disturb Y/N?

     Before I can make up my mind her door comes swinging open. "You know, your heart beat is really loud right now and is making it hard to sleep," She tells me, but it's hard for me to focus on her words. She's standing in her doorway with nothing but my T-shirt from earlier on. The warm and tight feeling comes back from earlier.

     "What?" I ask, completely forgetting to register her words.

     Y/N sighs and rolls her eyes at me before repeating herself. "I said your heart beat is too loud right outside my door so I can't fall asleep, so what do you want?"

     My mind struggles to make sense of Y/N's words as I look at her. She has to have shorts on or something under my shirt, right? Right?! "Because of your super-senses?" I manage to push out as I focus on the ended hem of my shirt. It rests gently against her thighs. If there's even a gentle breeze it'll move and expose everything. That's very pervy of me to think, isn't it?

     "Good conclusion captain obvious," Y/N says, crossing her arms over her chest, causing her boobs to plump up on top of her arms. I'm definitely a pervert. "What do you want, Sups? I'm tired and want to go to bed."

     "Can I ask you some questions? The boys were talking about some stuff today and I don't really know what they mean," I ask, tugging my eyes away from her chest and nervously scratching the back of my head.

     "Sure," Y/N says, turning around and heading back into her room but keeping the door open for me to follow. "Close the door when you walk in," She says, plopping down on her bed. Y/N lays down on her gray bedding. Her knees are bent up, causing my shirt to pool as high up her thigh as possible without showing anything. Her arm is over her eyes and her hair is fanned out in all directions across her pillows.

     I walk in and softly swing the door closed. The click of the door closing and the view of Y/N causes that pressure in my groin to grow more. "What were the boys talking about?" She asks, not moving her arm from her eyes.

     "Umm..." I mumble, walking over to her bed and folding myself in a seated position at the foot of it. "I think they called them 'kinks'," I finish, willing myself not to reach out and touch Y/N's knees.

     "What?" Y/N's question comes out sharp as she sits up. She folds her legs under her in a criss-cross sitting position. Her underwear pokes out from under my shirt, exposing the red color of it. I quickly snap my eyes away from that area and decide to focus on her E/C eyes. "Do you not know what a kink is? Is that your question?" She asks, reaching her hands out to hold my shoulders. Her eyes are tense as they focus on my face.

     "No I do not," I say, taking a quick glance down at her chest before snapping my eyes to the wall parallel with us. "Roy and Robin said you have a choking and hair pulling kink. That sounds like it would hurt".

     Y/N's cheeks go red at my words and she quickly moves her hands off my shoulders. "They're not wrong," She mumbles, fussing with her hair like she usually does when she's flustered. "I mean, it does like hurt but like... it's a good hurt, I guess? I don't know how to explain it..." Y/N slides off into thought after she tries to explain it to me.

     The thought of wrapping my hand around her throat takes over my thoughts, I want to know how she'll react. I want to know what she means by a 'good hurt'. Before I can stop myself I reach out and gently wrap my hand around her throat. "Wh...What are... what are you doing?" Y/N questions, her cheeks getting redder and her pupils widen some.

     "I wanted to see what you meant by 'good hurt'," I answer, carefully watching how she reacts.

     Y/N wiggles around, moving herself into a kneeling position in front of me. Her hands reach up to mine, filling my head with worry. What if I'm not doing it right? What if I upset Y/N? "You're doing it wrong," She says, moving my fingers to a certain spot on the side of her neck and gently pushing my palm up and off her windpipe. "You're supposed to gently squeeze the veins next to my neck. If you push down on my windpipe you'll break it. For someone like you I strongly suggest being extra careful," She says, looking up into my eyes again when she's done moving my hand into the right spot.

     "Can... Can I squeeze?" I ask, glancing down at my hand before looking back up at her. She nods yes, biting the bottom of her lip. "I want to hear you say yes."

      "Yes," She says, gently leaning into my hand. I gently squeeze, afraid of hurting her, "You can squeeze harder," Y/N says, her voice soft and her eyes half lidded. I obey, squeezing slightly more. "Perfect," She says, her voice coming out husky.

     "Is this a kink?" I ask, my eyes raking down her body. Gently I place my hand on her thigh so my fingers barely touching the hem of my shirt on her body.

     "Mhm," Y/N hums, her eyes completely closed now. "A kink is something someone likes to happen to them in bed. My kinks are choking - obviously. I also like getting spanked, my hair pulled, and being degraded. Sometimes I dabble in being a submissive too," She explains, scooting herself closer to me. "Can I sit in your lap?" She asks quietly, opening her eyes to look at me.

      "Umm... sure," I say, reluctantly letting go of her throat. Y/N gently climbs into my lap, wrapping her legs around my torso and softly resting her arms over my shoulders. Her area feels warm pushing up against my jeans. "Can you teach me how to pull hair?" I ask slowly, waiting to see how she responds.

     "Sure!" Y/N chirps out, her pupils growing even bigger. "So you're going to want to take a good chunk of my hair in your hand. You can take all of it if you want," She explains, and I obey, taking her hair in my hand and making a sort of ponytail out of it. "Next you're going to want to pull it back until I'm looking up at the ceiling. Don't pull super hard though or you'll actually hurt me."

     I listen to Y/N again, using the same amount of strength as I did on her throat. A strange sound comes out of Y/N as her head leans back from me pulling on her hair. "Am I hurting you?" I ask, losing my grip on her.

     "N... no..." She murmurs, blanking her eyes a few times before leaning her head back again. "You're just... turning me on..." She says, focusing on the ceiling. "Can you pull my hair again?"

      I pull her hair back again, focusing on the skin on her neck. It's slightly bruised from where I had my hand before. "What does that mean? 'Turning you on'?" I ask, trying to ignore the hard feeling forming in my pants.

     "Umm... being turned on... it ahh... it's the feeling where you want to have sex. I'm not sure how it is for guys but when us girls get turned on it's... it's like this pressure around our stomach, I guess? When girls get turned on they start,.. Like... leaking? That's not the right word..." She mumbles, rotating her hips to move forward. The feeling sends chilling waves through me. "When girls get turned on we... we form these like... juices? I don't know. Our pussies just get super wet. When guys get turned on though their dicks get a rush of blood and that's how boners are formed."

     "I think I'm forming a boner," I mumble, slowly leaning down to Y/N's neck. Every nerve in me wants to kiss the skin on her neck. It's just so smooth and beautiful that I can't help myself. "Is that wrong?" I am worried that I'm crossing some imaginary line I'm not aware of.

     "No... no it's... it's not," Y/N mumbles, tapping on my arm. In response I let go of her hair. Y/N's head flips up and she looks at me, her eyes burning into mine. "I really want to fuck you right now, Conner." She tells me, making the boner in my pants grow even more.

     "As in like... wanting me to put my... in... in your?" I ask, awkwardly resting my hands on her shoulders.

     "Ya, but we don't have too! We don't have to do anything you don't want!" Y/N yelps, starting to push herself off of me.

     "No! I... I want to... to do the... the sex..." I mumble, pulling her back into my lap. "How's... how's it going to feel?"

     "First, never call it 'doing the sex' again. It's just 'having sex'. Second, Roy explained it as a like warm and tight feeling."

     The mention of Roy makes my anger bubble and before I can stop myself I have my hand back into Y/N's hair and her head snapped back up. "Roy isn't here so I don't know why you need to say his name. Is he here? Are you sitting on his lap? Do you ask him to fuck you?"

     Y/N's woman hood beats under me like her heart has fallen from her chest. "Fuck Conner," She mumbles, rolling her hips aginst mine again. "N... no he's not here right now."

     "I'm sorry," I mumble, finally giving in and letting myself kiss her neck. "How do we...?" I ask, releasing her hair.

     "Don't apologize, I like when guys say stuff like that," Y/N says, crawling off my lap. She positions herself on all fours in front of me with her ass sticking high in the air towards me and her weight leaning on her forearms. "Can you... um... spank me?" She asks, slowly moving her hips so her butt shakes in front of me.

     "Umm... sure... if you explain how to do that," I say, my eyes following her butt as it moves and my penis straining against my pants.

     "Just smack my ass. Just be aware of how much power you're using, I don't want to get badly hurt," Y/N answers back, turning her head to look back at me.

     I roll her words over in my head as I gently rest my hands on her waist. "Just smack it?" I ask, getting a humming yes from the girl exposed in front of me. "Okay," I mumble, settling her hips in place before taking a hand off of her. I draw back my hand before swinging it forward and connecting it with Y/N's behind. A soft mew spills out of her as she hangs her head. "Like that?" I ask, rubbing the redding spot.

     "Ya," Y/N breathes out as her legs start to shake. I take that as a good sign, drawing my hand back a few more times and connecting it back into the same spot. With every smack her noises get louder. By the sixth time Y/N's voice is shaky. "Please Conner," She whines, rubbing her thighs together.

     "Please what?" I ask, rubbing the tender skin. Y/N wasn't lying when she said women leak. Sticky clear liquid coats her thighs. Curiosity gets the better of me, causing me to stick my hand on her thigh and coat my hand in the watery substance.

     "Please fuck me," She whimpers, moving her hips back and rubbing her butt aginst my penis.

     "I don't... I don't know how to do that," I say, rubbing the liquid between my fingers. "Can you show me?"

     "Ya," She says, turning around and pushing me back into a seated position. "Are you sure you want to do this?" Y/N asks, starting to undo my pants.

     "Yes, I'm sure," I answer, watching her movements carefully.

     Y/N wastes no time undoing my pants. Her hand presses against my boxers when she finally manages to undo my bottoms. The touch is small but still manages to shoot sparks through my body. I clench my jaw, holding back noises as she gently pulls out my cock. It stands up on its own but that doesn't stop Y/N from running her hand up and down on it. "I'm going to sit on it," She says, letting go of me and wiggling her way out of her underwear.

     "Isn't that going to hurt?" I ask, focusing on the ceiling to avoid looking at her womanhood.

     "No it won't. There's this... hole? That your dick goes into so like I'm not sitting-sitting on your dick. I'll just be sitting on your lap... with you.. In me..." She explains, glancing to the side before she rests her hand on my face.

     Gently, Y/N pulls my face down so I'm looking at her. She's so close to me that our noses are rubbing. "I'm going to kiss you," She says, rubbing her thumb on my cheek.

     "Okay."

     She takes her time to lean up and close the gap between us. When her lips touch mine they're soft and puffy against my own. The feeling of us kissing is a nice break from the heat and tension in the room. After a minute or two Y/N pulls away from me, dropping her hands from my face to my shoulders. "I'm going to put you in me now," Y/N mumbles, lifting herself and hovering herself over my dick.

     Slowly, Y/N settles herself on my lap. The feeling in her is exactly as she explained. It's nice and warm. Her insides wrap tightly around me which I take as a good thing because Y/N lets out a little gasp. "You're... you're so big," She mumbles, gripping tight on my shoulders.

     "Is that a bad thing?" I ask, settling my hands on her lower back.

     "Fuck no," She whispers into my ear, slowly lifting herself up before plopping back down on me. She goes slow a few more times before picking up her pace. "Fuck," She whines, sliding her hands up to my hair and gripping on to the strands. "You... you should... Um... buck your hips."

     I obey her wish, lifting my hips up as she falls back down. "God damn it!" She yells, tugging on my hair. I repeat the actions a few times, feeling Y/N's insides tighten around me, causing the tension in my groin to grow and making my dick quiver in her. "Y/N?" I ask when the feeling becomes overwhelming. "My... my dick... it feels-"

     "Like it's going to explode?" She asks, kissing the side of my neck. "When that feeling gets really really tense tell me to get off because you can't finish in me," Y/N says, bouncing on my lap some more.

     "You... you should get off... like now," I say, gently pushing her away. Just as Y/N slides off of me a white liquid comes spilling out. Unable to stop myself I let out a low growl and dig my hands into her side.

     Once the tension is all done spilling out I look down at Y/N. She stretched out on the bed with her knees still folded at my thighs. Her chest rises and falls fast as her heart beats faster than usual. Her hair is a mess and her thighs are coated with the juices from the both of us. "That was fun," She says, looking up at me with sparkles in her eyes.

     "Y... ya..." I say back, leaning down and gently brushing a kiss to her lips.

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#conner kent #conner kent smut #Conner Kent one shot #young justice #superboy #superboy oneshot #young justice oneshot #superboy smut #young justice smut #conner kent x reader #superboy x reader

[angelltheninth]

Darkness Come to Light

Pairing: Dark!Conner Kent x Fem!Reader

Tags: cnc, rough sex, possessiveness, fingering, kidnapping, restrains, Red Kryptonite Conner

Word count: 1.4k

A/N: Next fic for my 5k follower list. This is probably the darkest I'll go with them honestly. If you'd like to read some other fics instead you can read one from my wholesome list, or one from my darker list, but not as dark as this one.

Your wrists hurt. That was the first thought in your head when you started to come to. Your head was groggy, and your vision slightly blurry as you took in the room around you. It was familiar, yet not, Conner’s but not. Kind of like the man standing before you.

“Conner?” Your head throbs as you try to get up only to find that you’re unable to move from the bed your hands are tied to. Conner smirks at you, not one of the usual charming smirks you’re used to seeing. There was something much more sinister about this one.

“Finally awake my sweet?” Conner floats up from the ground, his eyes finally finding yours. Red eyes. The moment the realization, and the memories dawn on you a minor spark of fear flares up. You try to struggle against the bonds but to no avail. “No, no, don’t do that, you’ll hurt yourself. And after I tried so hard not to hurt you, or anyone around you from that matter to bring you here.”

The memory flashes in your mind. Conner getting dosed by Red Kyptonite particles a few days ago, vanishing, you and the rest of Young Justice searching for him, or any sign of him. Nothing. Then a sudden boom, screaming, you saw a tiny flash of Conner before you blacked out. And now you’re here.

“Conner, where were you? We were all worried about you. I was worried.” Conner just nods, his head tilting from one side to the other, studying you.

“Worried? Why? There’s nothing on this planet that can hurt me. And now that you’re with me, no harm will come to you either.” He lowers himself to the bed, inching closer and closer until he’s settled between your legs. “Well except for me.” His hands trail up your legs, his eyes traveling across your body, sending shivers down you spine.

You try to back up or to wiggle out of the restraints, but to no avail. It seems like Conner is enjoying your struggle, his hands smoothing over your legs a few more times before he takes his shirt off, muscles pulled taunt and rippling. His eyes go an even brighter red, his hand a blur as your clothes is torn clean off your body, leaving you completely naked before him.

“Conner!” You blush and try to cross your legs, but since Conner is currently in between them that isn’t possible.

“Normally, I would have taken my time with you my love, but I’ve what that weakling I was before does to you. He’s always holding back, but I’m not gonna.” He vibrates his thumb and presses it firmly on your clit, a jolt of arousal thundering through your body. At the same time he pushes two fingers inside your cunt, “Not wet enough yet. Don’t worry, I’ll get you there soon.”

“S-Stop, I don’t want...” He moves his fingers faster, making the words die on your lips.

“You don’t? But look at the mess you’re making? Come on sweetheart, you love the weakling me don’t you? Just imagine what pleasure I’ll be able to bring you. I know I’ve been thinking about it.” Conner grins, his thumb leaving your clit to unbuckle his belt and drop his pants and underwear down his hips.

His cock is already looking painfully hard.

“I’m not... you don’t have to...” You scream in pain when you feel him pull his fingers out and replace them with his cock. The painful sensation is immediately followed by a warm flood of cum. He doesn’t pull out though nor does he go soft, and honestly you didn’t expect him too, you’re very familiar with Conner’s stamina.

“You’re right. I don’t have to. I want to. I need to to fuck you.” His hips start to move, almost in a blur as as he jackhammers his cock inside you.

You pull against the restraints again, but to no avail. You feel hot tears start to well up in your eyes, rolling down your cheeks. This isn’t your Conner. Your Conner is gentle and caring, this one... he’s cruel, downright cruel.

“Stop struggling. I don’t want to hurt you my love.” His hand grips your hip, pinning you against the mattress. To your surprise his other hand comes up to cup your cheek and wipe away your tears, and for a moment his smile is the same one he used to give you. But the moment you start to relax, thinking that maybe your Conner is coming back he thrusts into you so hard mind goes blank for a moment. You can’t stop your inner walls from tightening around his cock, “That’s it. Give yourself to me. Let me fuck you like you deserve to be fucked.”

Conner leans forward, his mouth hovering just above yours. Your head is dizzy, your legs feel weak, and by god you feel so damn full. But you need to remain strong, “I... I can’t.”

“Can’t or won’t?” There’s a growl in his tone, his eyes squinting for a brief moment, “Can you really say you’re not enjoying yourself? Your pussy’s swallowing my cock so well. It’s so full of my cum and I can still feel it wanting to milk more from me.” Just as those words leave his mouth you feel him emptying another load inside of you. “See? Fuck. You want more? I’ll give you every last drop. So much it’ll get you pregnant.”

You shut your eyes tight, trying to resist the increasingly pleasant sensation building up in your lower stomach. He’s already getting you close to an another orgasm. Your body goes flat as you let him fuck his cock and cum into you, your voice going higher and higher witch each thrust.

“See? That’s my girl. Just let go and enjoy my cock.” His lips find yours, prying them open and plunging his tongue into your mouth, swallowing your moans as they come. His hands pinch and twist your nipples to an almost painful degree, your mind starting to go blank, your legs locking up around his hips. “He never fucked you like this did he? But don’t worry, I’ll make up for all of it. Give you my dick when ever you ask, I’ll fuck you every single day.”

“Conner, oh fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m...” Another orgasm rocks through your body, going taunt and then completely slack again, Conner not being far behind, shooting thick ropes of cum into your already full hole.

“Good girl. I knew you couldn’t help yourself.” He grins down in triumph, practically beaming at you as you try to hide your face in shame, “Aw don’t look away now.”  He grabs your chin and forces you to look down as he withdraws his cock, “Look at all that cum, look at how much you took.”

You try to break his grasp, already knowing there’s no use. Conner looks more than pleased with himself. He leaned over and kissed your lips again, softer this time, almost like he used to do before.

“Was that good for you my love?” He gently whispers against your lips, his hands on your hips and thighs, “Did I go too hard into it? Anything hurting?”

You shake your head, “No. Fuck that was hot.” You’re completely blissed out as you watch him smile down at you. Even under the influence of Red Kryptonite his true nature shines through as soon as you turn your head to kiss him again, “Are you alright though? Does um... did the scenario bother you?”

Conner shakes his head, “Not at all. I think I enjoy being the bad guy actually.” His eyes flash a dangerous red, your pussy fluttering again, more cum running into the puddle between your legs, “And I know you do too. Now hold still, let me take these off.” The handcuffs click and you immediately rub your aching wrists. “Hmm... I’ll get you an ice pack for that. And maybe a warm bath? Just give me a moment, I need to let the Red K run it’s course properly.”

Honestly if Conner didn’t have you to be his anchor he knew he actually would let himself fall to his deepest, darkest desires. But when you’re looking at him like this, pulling him into a hug, kissing his lips so gently and letting him embrace you, how could he want to do anything else but to come back to you.

#conner kent #conner kent x reader #superboy #superboy x reader #dc comics #dc comics x reader #dc comics smut #conner kent smut #superboy smut #dc comics fanfiction #titans #titans x reader #titans smut #titans imagine #titans fanfiction

[fragcc]

Kon: “Did you see the way I took out that robot with my TTK. I bet Tim did. He probably is dying for me to fuck his hot, tight, sweet bisexual ass.”

Bart, setting his drink down: “Is there… is there something you want to me tell me?”

CRYING SCREAMING ROLLING ON THE FLOOR‐

Kon, lifting up debris like they weight nothing: I bet Tim is probably having very bisexual thoughts right now about how easily I could just wrap my hands around his tiny waist and lift him up like he's a doll or pin him down to fuck him through the mattress until there's not a single coherent thought passing through that genius brain of his and all he can do is moan my name and beg for sweet mercy–

Kon:

Kon: why do I have a boner.

#thank you anon for indulging my silly thoughts #me thinks kon would be so obsessed with tim's bisexuality #he will spend so much time thinking abt all the ways he could satisfy tim's fantasies #all the while chuckling to himself bc its soooo embarrassing that tim has a crush on him #hes a total dork for tim #i love him so much for it T^T #kon el #conner kent #superboy #tim drake #bi tim drake #tim drake robin #red robin #timkon #timkon imagine #timkon hc #timkon smut #tim x kon #kon x tim

[tobias-robin]

MORE SMUTTY TIMKON HEADCANONS!!(FTM Tim edition)

Konner yet again has an oral fixation

Kon would literally eat Tim out for hours if Tim didn’t have that whole sensitivity from not having as much of ‘krytonian sexual stamina’ as kon does

They’re a switch I feel like Tim would develop a strap on that makes him feel it? Somehow. Kon would literally beg to help him try it out

Kon goes absolutely crazy for Tim’s strap on

Kon weirdly enough really likes feeling Tim’s too surgery scars he thinks Tim’s scars are pretty and make him Tim

Sometimes kon just begs to have something in his mouth even while being fucked all he wants is fingers or even just a gag

Tim against his own words loves being overpowered he loves being tied down and used until he’s screaming overstimulated

Kon loves when Tim rides him

#dc dcomics #tim drake #young justice #batboys #batfam #conner kent #kon el superboy #kon el #ao3 stuff #smut hcs #ao3 author

[thief-of-eggs]

some sex pollen timkon for you all

words: 6,458

summary:

“That’s all,” Tim answers in a small voice. “You uh, don’t have to stay or anything-”

Kon cuts him off, placing his hand carefully on Tim’s thigh. He takes a breath, steeling himself-

“What if I want to stay?” He asks, surprising even himself with how husky his voice sounds. So much for not getting aroused.

or: Tim gets dosed with Ivy’s sex pollen, and calls out to Kon for help. Smut ensues

#timkon #timkon fic #tim drake #kon el kent #kon el superboy #ao3 link #ao3 #timkon smut #tim drake fanfiction #conner kent #kon el

[ashersmut]

Sneak peak at what's cumming soon to Patreon.

#DC #dc universe #beast boy #beast boy smut #smut #titans #teen titans #KonGar #wip #goodboidoodles #kon el #conner kent #superboy #ashersmut

[arewordsenough]

This is a gift work for @ice-mage from one of my auctions for @fandomtrumpshate and my first Titans smut fic as well. Hope you enjoy it!

Rated Explicit - One Shot 4k - M/M - Explicit Sexual Content

Key Tags: Hate Sex, Size Difference, Scent Kink

Summary: After a rough mission, the guys in the tower unwind in ways some of them didn't even expect.

Featured pairings/groupings: Dick Grayson/Hank Hall & Kon-El|Conner Kent/Garfield Logan

#titans fanfiction #gay smut #garfield logan #conner kent #dick grayson #hank hall #my edit #my writing #It was fun doing something in a different fandom #Definitely not opposed to doing more