#Superboy smut

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nsfw 18+, bonus Wonder Woman cause I’m a whore <3

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Clark Kent/Superman:

He always wants you on his face

Shower time fun

A daily occurrence, he’s a gentleman after all

Loves it when you ride him, he can shut his brain off and finally relax

When you both moved in together, you were so excited you had to just go to the bedroom right away

He loves playing with you after a long day

Kara Zor El/Supergirl:

Please sit on her lap, makes her weak every time

Likes to make you cum while standing so she can watch your legs shake

You bought her mood lights for her room, and she loves them <3

Loves eating you out, she loves to feel confident in her abilities (even if those abilities are making you gush into her mouth)

First time you fucked her, she felt like she was in heaven

You both were watching a film but…you got distracted

Conner Kent/Superboy:

Why are you on your phone? When you could be paying attention to him

Oh my god tease him like this and he’ll be yours forever

Has you like this before going out with your friends

Likes alt girls <3

Taking his frustrations out on you

Use your thighs if you wanna shut him up

Diana Prince/Wonder Woman:

How she fucks you <3

She can be a little mean, but it’s only because she knows how wet you get

How she eats your pussy when she gets back home

Demonstrating her strength

Was curious about vibrators, and you were happy to demonstrate

Entertaining her

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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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[girlkisser13]

conner kent masterlist

* indicates smut

headcanons

dating conner kent would include

nsfw headcanons *

imagines

drabbles

[acid-ixx]

oooh so did we divorce Bruce, or is this an infidelity type of situation?

a loving family, an unpalatable desire: first meeting (unofficial)

— related post !

a/n: a tad bit nsfw. if this sounds messy, spare me. i'm running on like 4 hours of sleep and the will of a thirsty man in front of an oasis. i told yall im going insane for this plotline. ofc a&a still has my heart but I also love to occasionally write for smth else in the sidelines. send in more asks yall hehe.

reblogs and interactions are encouraged and appreciated.

definitely an infidelity type of situation, anon! you see, the affair was caused by all mere coincidence. you were to attend with bruce in one of lex luthor's extravagant show of a gala, hold his arm for a brief moment when you walk out of the limousine, only to be abandoned right in the middle of the enormous room.

of course, the right reaction was to be pissed, to badmouth the very man who decided to court and entertain others in front of you; but you chose to stay silent, biting back choked tears by stumbling over the buffet table, only to be met with stupid, overbearing paparazzi and journalists.

so when clark kent rushes in to save you from stuttering over the dozens of microphones and cameras shoved right in your face, granting them access to your pathetic sobs— it's only right that your first reaction was to lean against his body, dismissing the hushed, harsh gossips of journalists.

it was at a time where you're not aware of his identity of superman. well, bruce barely permits you to enter the batcave, only if you stubbornly pester alfred does he let you, only to kick you, his darling spouse right out the moment you step on the cold, hard floors of the lair.

so it's not... a bad thing, right? your husband had a child with another woman, raised him as his own, didn't even bother to notify you with his infidelity— so is it your fault if you slowly start to fall for a man who promises you the world? who actually has the ability to give you the world in the palm of your hands? whose kid lets you pamper him without any fight?

sure, he's coping with... the loss of his previous wife but you're such a perfect spouse, so undeniably attractive, captivating in the hearts of many. your distant eyes, the way you bite the inside of your cheeks, the way your body sways back and forth as if begging for someone, your husband, to provide you a pillar of support in the suffocating heat of paparazzi.

he could be that pillar, could be your support.

when he first came up to you, his intentions weren't to obtain gossip about the oh-so silent spouse of bruce wayne. he didn't even want to acknowledge your marital status, palms already taking your wrist just so he could lead you off to somewhere quieter.

"it's an interview," he whispers an excuse to your reddened ears. but the buzz of his breath, the warmth, the caged arm on your waist tells you it's more than that.

but you don't fight back, you'd rather be anywhere than be the spotlight of a media that eats you up, makes you doubt your marriage even more.

so you're grateful that someone came to your rescue.

this would be the first time you ever saw someone as a savior, and it's not superman, no. it's clark kent, your resident, widowed, journalist.

and for clark's case, you warm his bed better than anything else. you allow clark this sense of respite, a break from heroic activities. allow him to be human, just as he allows you to play your fantasies of being a house spouse; you're perfect for each other.

to hell with useless marriage papers that don't even give bruce a sense of obligation to act as your husband, right? what can it do, when you're absolutely smitten with the current life you're living?

the first stages of your infidelity with clark is confusing, but very much welcomed into your already hectic life.

firstly, you convince yourself, it was all mere 'emotional cheating'. you began texting clark, he does too. an occasional greeting in messages, a passing congratulation for something, then the next it was good morning messages, 'have you eaten breakfast yet?, 'how'd the appointment go?'.

you don't know when it started, when your feelings started, when you began an intimate to romantic relationship with the man— all you knew was that the moment he revealed his superhero identity was the moment he decided to bed you for the night, the moment you grant the man, now your partner, access to every part of your depraved body, made him make you beg for more, giving him all the time in the world to kiss your imperfections, to fondle sensitive parts long untouched, to leave lovebites deeper and darker than the ones you caught bruce with.

you can't help it, he's unknowingly handsome, especially when he invites you over to his ma and pa's farm the next day, pretending to not notice the way your eyes hungrily flit over his topless body, sweat and budding pecs encased in a muscled form. over the course of dinner, you kept biting your lips, warm cheeks at the implications that clark merely wanted to sit next to you just so he could handfeed you, something about him being prideful that you'd definitely enjoy this week's harvest... but his fingers circling your thighs just seems to get you brain all haywired.

yet you stay, and continue visiting for long hours either way, enjoying the man's attention.

you know it's wrong, he knows it's wrong. but the way his son, jon looks at you like you mean the world, the way he's slowly starting to heal the longer you stay over at his place makes clark want to... what's the word? ah, he wants to turn you into his loving trophy spouse. all you need to do is provide jon with all the support in the world.

as for bruce... well, him and his family can deal with your absence for the first few months. but when the lingering feeling of emptiness becomes too much, when bruce no longer feels the worried gazes, or when dick can't hear anymore laughter in one of the supposed 'barren' rooms, or when tim's security systems tracked a missing device, one now in a completely different city.

that's when they start to yearn for someone they purposely let go

[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

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"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 | ☀️

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[junebugessentials]

I NEED MORE YOUNG JUSTICE FICS 👹👹👹👹👹👹 esp conner kent yall dont get it him and dick are my BAES 🤤🤤🤞🤞

[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.

[ruddyswojtyla]

His Jon Kent x Reader

I fantasize about it all the time

If you were mine

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“It was fun, baby girl. ;)” That was the only thing on my mind all night long. I used to imagine how Jon would be once he was older but I didn't expect it to happen so quickly. I was thinking of replying to his text but i couldn’t let him know that he had an effect on me. After trying to sleep all night, I got up to get ready to see my best friend, the one and only Bart Allen. I closed my eyes once the steaming hot water hit my body and my mind wandered to Jon blue eyes but mostly the incident we had. I couldn’t stop thinking about how good he looked below me, how big he must be since it felt thick and long. I didn’t realize that my hands were wandering all over my body but mostly near that one place that I knew I was all wet and turned on. I kept teasing myself and replayed the heated kiss him and I had when a soft moan left my lips and at that same moment someone knocked on my door. “y/n father requests that the both of us should be in his office once we are done with breakfast. He wants to discuss something with us” Its was my little brother Damien. I hope he didn’t hear anything. “ Tell him I will hurry up and get ready quickly”, I said in an annoyed voice after I was interrupted from my heated moment. He left without saying a word and I finished quickly getting ready. I was heading downstairs when a rough deep voice said that one word that made me melt to my knees “Where are you going in a hurry baby girl?” I didn’t need to turn around to know that he was smirking. I could feel his gaze all over my body that gave me shivers. “Downstairs” I said and rushed down quickly. I could hear him laughing softly and I knew that it would be hard to resist him.

[thief-of-eggs]

I’m not dyslexic per say, but I do tend to chronically read things too fast, and my brain likes to auto fill stuff before I can even process it and- anyway. I was rereading a fanfic I wrote and…

Here’s what I ACTUALLY wrote for a little sexy scene: “Tim heard the snap of the lube bottle opening, felt as Kon’s hand nudged his thigh. Tim spread his legs accordingly.”

And here is what my brain THOUGHT it said when I reread it as I proofread: “…Kon’s hand nudged his thigh. Tim spread his leg’s accordion”

Anyway, that bit is now ruined for me :)) time to reword it all

[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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[spidernovaz]

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

[melonlthawne]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Young Justice (Comics), DC Extended Universe, Impulse (Comics), Superboy (Comics) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Bart Allen/Kon-El | Conner Kent, Bart Allen & Kon-El | Conner Kent Characters: Bart Allen, Kon-El | Conner Kent Additional Tags: Trans Bart Allen, Trans Male Character, konbart, Adorable Bart Allen, Kon-El | Conner Kent is Superboy, Bart Allen is Impulse, Bart Allen-centric, Kon-El | Conner Kent-centric, Bart and Kon love each other so much, Gay Sex Summary:

Bart seems preoccupied and Kon wants to know what's on his mind. On thing leads to another and they end up having sex.

[randofics]

Hard lessons and love Pt.2

Superboy/ Connor Kent x southern reader 18+

Ok it's finished! So I kinda turned it into smut. I couldn't help myself ok! I have a problem. 😫

Anyway this is a continuation of the first one if you couldn't tell by the pt.2 in the title. Definitely 18+!!! I'll let yall get to reading.

18+ Under the cut

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The next day at school when you walked into class there was a small box wrapped with simple paper on your desk. Curiosity got the better of you and you carefully untied the ribbon and peeled off the paper. Inside was a small felt box with a jewelry store name emblazoned in silver foil on the front. You opened it finding a modest silver necklace. There were tiny diamonds along the thin strips of metal that were shaped into a heart which hung from the silver chain. As you pulled the necklace out you felt a small piece of paper on the bottom of the box. With the necklace in hand you pulled off the note and read it. *Sorry for being a jerk - Connor * there was a small heart next to his name. Remembering how he loomed over you in the chair that night made a bright blush form on your face. Your heart fluttered as you snapped the hook closed on the necklace. You lifted the heart up so you could study it closer and a smile formed on your lips. You looked back at him and he averted his gaze and started whistling as if he hadn't just been watching you. Under your breath you spoke to him. "Thank you...Darlin'." You grinned to yourself as you heard him immediately stop whistling. You could feel his eyes on you as you opened your book.

He had been waiting for you to get to class and held his breath as you opend the gift he'd left on your desk. As you read his note you had smiled and he heard your heartbeat as you got flustered. But he hadn't expected what you said under your breath. "Darling" with that his heartrate quickened and a blush of his own came over him. Did you just flirt with him? Maybe he'd heard you wrong. Yeah that had to be it! Maybe he should ask when you leave class? He waited impatiently as class went on and his gaze kept moving to you. The bell rang and he sprung up with his bag jogging over to you. "What did you say at the beginning of class cause I don't think I heard you right?" As students filed out around you you stepped closer and whispered to him. "I said thank you... Darlin." You put a bit of emphasis on the last word fluttering your lashes and grinning mischievously up at him. His face was one of shock and a bright blush covered his cheeks and the tips of his ears. "Heh, didn't expect that reaction, after all you're the giant flirt. His mouth opened and closed like a fish gasping for air and you giggled. "C'mon let's get to our next class." He followed behind you as you led him to class. This room didn't have assigned seats so he decides to sit next to you.

During class you help him with some of the work that he says he's having trouble with. He's mostly just doing it so you'll talk to him but you're none the wiser. The teacher announces a test coming up and everyone groans. Connor asks if you'll help him study and you agree.

That evening you go over to his place again to help him study. This was a biology test so you pretty much had it in the bag. As you laid out your book on his desk he spotted the necklace dangling from your neck. "You like the necklace?" "Yeah thanks it's really pretty." He rubs his neck as you sit next to him. " I figured you'd like something less expensive and I came across that in a store window last night." What were you doing out so late?" "Oh yeah there was a bank robbery a couple blocks down so I figured I'd stop the thiefs." "Well it's a good thing you have bulletproof skin." "Heh yeah I'd be pretty dead otherwise." "Don't talk like that please." The slight worry on your face made his heart tighten a bit. "Hey don't worry I've got super strength and a couple other powers too, so I'm safe." You nod and turn back to the book in front of you. "Let's get to studying." "It's Biology right?" You nod again and watch as he pulls out his own book, flipping to the page you're on. "I wonder when they'll teach sex ed?" You snort and push his shoulder making him laugh. A blush comes over your face as you look down at the book with a smile.

He sits back putting his feet up on the desk and looks at you. "Your heart is racing again." You bite your lip and face away from him crossing your arms. You wait with baited breath to see what he does. Suddenly you're spun around in the chair. When you come to a stop his face is close to your's and his confident grin greets you. You blush even darker as you realize his hands are on either armrest effectively caging you in. "Me being able to hear your heart excites you doesn't it? I guess when I think about it that it is kinda exciting. I can determine exactly what excites you by your heartrate." He leans down to whisper in your ear. "And this definitely excites you doesn't it...baby?" A small sound escapes your throat and you cover your face with your hands. "Heh that was cute." With that he sits back in his seat still grinning wickedly at you.

After a minute you're calm enough, so in retort you stand and sit in his lap. Your bold move catches him off guard and a blush forms on his face as you lean into him. "Wh-what are you doing!?" His face makes a wicked grin spread across your lips. You place your hands on his chest and with your body pressed against him you lean to his ear. "I thought we were flirtin'...Darlin'?" Your southern drawl comes out full force and he tenses under you. He gulps audibly as you run your hands down his arms. "Mmm you are strong." You blow on his neck and he shivers. Suddenly you feel hands on your hips and you draw back to look at him. There's a dark blush on his face and his eyes have a sparkle to them. "Honey you alright?" One hand comes up to cup your jaw and he leans forward to meet you. "What is i- mmm!" His lips connect with yours making you squeak, the hand on your hip squeezes your flesh gently and you lean into him again. Your eyes flutter closed as his other hand comes down to hold your lower back. Arms snake around his neck and you pull him ever closer. He pulls away to let you breathe and you look at him with hooded eyes.

"H-Holy cow, you're gorgeous!" Your eyes widen at that and he realizes what he just said. "I said that out loud didn't I?" You nod and he cringes at himself. "Just keep kissing me you dork." You connect your lips with his again and this time it's more heated. You tangle your fingers in his hair and his hands roam your back and sides under your shirt making you shiver. Abruptly his lips leave yours and you're about to protest when you feel them on your neck. A choked gasp leaves your throat instead. You pull his hair as he leaves gentle pecks on your sensitive skin. Your breath hitches when he nips an especially sensitive spot. "Mmn Ah!" He sucks on your pulse and your back arches into him. At this point you're like putty in his hands, the tables turning once again on who's dominant and who's submissive.

That noise was the best thing he'd ever heard. Your heartbeat loud in his ears as he explored your soft skin. You scooted your hips closer to his and felt something hard against the crook of your thigh. You felt him tense under you again and he stops looking down at his crotch which is pressed against yours. "Um...well that's awkward." A burst of confidence overcomes you and you grin again. "Looks like I'm not the only one who's excited." You lift your hips and sit right on him making him hiss. A delighted shiver runs up your spine at the feeling of him pressed into you. Leaning down you give him a light peck on his cheek and leave a trail of kisses down to his neck. "My turn Darlin'." He sucks in a breath and you continue kissing him.

His breathing quickens as you nip and kiss his skin. Your hand in his hair pulls his head back and you lick up his throat. A noise escapes his throat and you grind down on him. His hands squeeze your hips but he's careful about his strength. You slowly start to grind on him and he let's out a strangled sound, his hips bucking up into you. Suddenly you're lifted out of the chair and you hold onto him to keep from falling off. Your legs hook around his waist keeping you against him. His hands hold your rear as he moves to his bed. Your back hits the soft sheets and he hovers over you arms on either side of you. He licks his lips before kissing you again. His hips push into your's and a bolt of pleasure runs up your spine. He starts to thrust into you and your legs tighten around his waist. His thrusts are slow at first and he breaks the kiss to bury his face in your shoulder.

He mainly did that so he could listen to you and focus on you. Right now he wanted to make you feel good and he wanted to hear the noises you made. He wasn't disappointed, you let out whimpers and mewls and your nails clawed at his back. If he hit you at just the right angle he was rewarded with you writhing against him in immense pleasure. He drew it out as long as he could, pausing whenever he sensed you getting close. You whined in protest and got a low growl in response. You bury your face in his neck and wait for the coil in you to relax. His hips start moving again and this time he's not as gentle. His hips roughly grind into your's and you gasp at the sudden pleasure. And you whimper his name in his ear. "Co-connor!"

Your little whimper of his name makes him snap and he uses his forehead against the mattress to hold himself up. Both his hands grip you tight to him as he thrusts hard into you. One hand on your hip the other on your shoulder pushing you down into him. His breathing is heavy and rapid as he ruts into you relentlessly. You pant and mewl, clawing his back at the pleasure he's giving you. He grunts and growls as he chases your release. And when he let's out a curse under his breath your coil snaps. Your body tenses and you cry out his name. He gives a few more thrusts before releasing aswell. A choked growl leaves his throat as he keeps you firm to him. You can feel him twitching hard against you and can't help but think what he would feel like inside you.

You both catch your breath and he sits up on his hands to look at you. Your hair is splayed out and overall you're disheveled. Your hands are above your panting blushing face that he thinks is gorgeous. And he can't help the pride that swells in his chest knowing he did that to you. He's got a smile on his face and you lean up connecting your lips in a sweet kiss. Pulling away you sigh remembering your test tomorrow. "We need to study." He sighs but gives you a hand, pulling you up and into his arms. He gives you a peck and holding your hand takes you back to the desk. You sit and get started on memorizing the notes from class. "This is going to be so boring!" You rolled your eyes. "We can make out again once you've at least memorized half of the notes." He perks up at that making you chuckle. "Ok it's a deal then."

[solar-wing]

Welcome Back 🙂

If you're seeing this post, either you just scrolled and came across it, or you were a follower on my original account and saw the link I just posted.

Since yesterday, my original account has been shadowbanned and restricted to the point I can't access my DMs or my inbox with all my requests. Plus, some of my posts were getting community label flags for sexually explicit material that had been up for months, even ones that had no sexual content in there at all.

Now, I won't pretend I haven't known that this site has had a growing bias and censoring attitude toward sexually ambiguous creators. And yes, I know I am a explicit creator myself, so getting community labels for such is not surprising. But, as many know, that can very well lead to limited exposure and interaction.

On top of that, I've seen so much content on here that is sexually explicit with no community labels or flags. But, for whatever reason, my account has been getting special attention which really irks me.

So, moving forward, I'm going to continue posting content on this main account, but it will not be NSFW or explicit.

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Therefore, I'm slowly going to begin editing and transferring all of my old posts from my original account to here, as well as my new Patreon page! While, this was faster than I planned, I was always planning to move to Patreon because I love writing, and even more, being able to write freely. This situation just expedited that move.

IMPORTANT! Any post I had or in the future that is sexually explicit or NSFW, will now only be able available on my Patreon page. All SFW and platonic material will remain on here as well as Patreon.

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[ashersmut]

Sneak peak at what's cumming soon to Patreon.

[fragcc]

Tim should call Kon to his room so they can discuss the details of their current mission, only to turn around and use his 'bed voice' to tell him to sit down on his bed. Kon's knees bend down immediately and he flops on the edge of the bed, mouth shutting up from his previous rambling about all the paperwork he had to read in favor of watching Tim as he positions himself between his legs.

"Don't move." He will order as he slowly, seductively remove each piece of cloth from his body to give his boyfriend a show. Kon will do just as he's told (because he knows what he gets when he's a good boy) and just stares with big, attentive eyes as more and more skin is revealed until his pretty, wonderful boyfriend is standing in only his tight boxers in front of him

Then, just as Kon feels all his blood running south and his mouth water at the sight, Tim is already turning around and dressing himself up with his battle suit with a speed that should be illegal to use after a strip tease. Kon has only time to frown in confusion before Tim is already at the door saying "now let's go" and leaving him alone in his room

And superboy can only bury his head in his hands, groaning to himself in self-pity because his super-good-boy-boner will not be rewarded this time