conner kent and tim drake eating you out at the same time. ˚.✦
You love testing your boyfriend's egos, you love how their own fragile masculinity made them end up laying on their stomach, fighting for a taste of your pussy.
One of Conner's hands is pushing your right thigh open, Tim is pressing the left one, making it impossible for you to spread more for them. At this moment, Tim is focusing on your clit, his tongue doing tight circles around the bundle of nerves while Conner pumps two fingers in and out of you and, oh wait! They switched, Tim pushed Conner's fingers out and now he's the one curling three inside of you.
"Dude, c'mon! I was busy there!" Conner flickers his tongue, rolling his eyes before bringing his thumb to your clit, returning the pressure you lost there.
You’re already a trembling, dripping mess, thighs shaking under their iron grips, and they’re still finding new ways to turn this into a goddamn competition.
Tim’s mouth is back on your clit the second he shoves Conner’s fingers aside, sucking hard enough that your hips buck involuntarily. A high, broken whine rips out of you.
“Fuck, Tim!”
“See?” Tim mumbles right against you, voice smug and muffled, lips vibrating. “Told you she likes the suction. You were just flicking around like you’re trying to win a staring contest with her clit.”
Conner snorts, not even bothering to lift his head from where he’s licking long, filthy stripes up the side of your folds, catching the slick that Tim’s ignoring.
“She’s clenching harder on my fingers now, genius. Maybe because I actually know how to find the spot instead of just bullying her clit like it owes me money.”
He crooks those thick fingers again, deeper this time, and you practically levitate off the mattress with a strangled “Ngh—ah! God!”
Tim immediately retaliates by flattening his tongue and dragging it up your entire slit in one obscene pull before sealing his lips around your clit again.
“She literally just said ‘oh god’ when I did that. You heard it. I have witnesses.”
“You’re the only witness and you’re biased as fuck,” Conner fires back. He noses in closer, shouldering Tim half out of the way so he can suck one of your inner lips into his mouth, tugging gently. “There we go, baby. That’s it. You like it when I’m messy, don’t you? Yeah you do.”
You’re trying to speak. You really are.
“Both of you, shut t-the fuck—shut up—” It comes out slurred, pathetic, more moan than sentence.
They both pause, just long enough to look up at you with matching shit-eating grins, chins shiny, pupils blown.
Conner’s the first to break. “Nah. You’re cute when you’re mad and wet.”
Tim hums in agreement, then pointedly drags the flat of his tongue over your clit again while maintaining eye contact. “And you’re cuter when you’re crying about it.”
You try to snap your thighs closed out of pure overwhelmed spite.
They don’t let you.
Conner’s forearm pins your right leg wide, Tim’s hand clamps down harder on the left, and suddenly there are two tongues trying to occupy the same space at once.
It’s uncoordinated. It’s obscene. It’s so fucking much.
Conner growls when Tim’s tongue accidentally slides over his. “Bro. Personal space.”
“You’re literally nose-deep in my girlfriend’s pussy with me, don’t ‘bro’ me right now.”
“She’s my girlfriend too, asshole!”
You let out a desperate, laughing sob. “You’re both—fucking idiots—please—”
“Please what, princess?” Conner purrs, finally giving you a reprieve by kissing the crease of your thigh instead. “Please make you come? Please stop arguing? Please admit I’m better?”
Tim snorts against your clit. “She’s gonna come on my tongue first and you know it. Feel how she’s fluttering? That’s for me.”
Conner immediately pushes two fingers back inside you, right alongside the two Tim already has there, and curls them.
Your whole body locks up. A sound you didn’t even know you could make punches out of your throat.
Then Conner grins like a shark. “Hear that? She said ‘someone.’ Not you specifically.”
Tim rolls his eyes so hard you’re surprised they don’t fall out of his skull, then dives back in with renewed focus—tight, fast circles on your clit while his fingers grind against that spot that makes your vision white out.
Conner matches him beat for beat, thicker fingers stretching you wider, curling harder, the wet squelch of it all embarrassingly loud.
“Fuck, she’s close,” Conner mutters, almost reverent. “You feel that? She’s gripping me so fucking tight.”
Tim’s voice is wrecked. “Yeah. Because I’m the one on her clit, dipshit.”
You can’t take it anymore.
“Both—both of you—shut up and make me come—please—please—”
Conner laughs low against your thigh. “Bossy.”
Tim just hums smugly. “Told you she likes it when I’m mean.”
Then they stop talking.
Tim sucks your clit into his mouth at the same rhythm Conner’s fingers pump into you, and you shatter.
It hits like a freight train.
You scream, thighs trying to snap closed again, back arching so violently you almost throw them both off. Wave after wave rips through you, slick gushing around their fingers, and they don’t let up (not even a little) drawing it out until you’re sobbing, oversensitive, slapping weakly at their shoulders.
When you finally collapse, panting, trembling, they slowly pull their fingers out at the same time.
Both of them lift their heads.
Both of them look far too pleased with themselves.
Conner licks his lips, slow and deliberate. “I think we tied.”
Tim scoffs, wiping his chin with the back of his hand. “I clearly won. She said my name first when she came.”
pairing: Tim Drake x f! reader (has a pussy + uses fem pronouns) x Kon-El Kent
summary: bored of your roommates not giving you any attention while they're streaming, you offer some under-the-desk support
cw: 2.6k, smut/nsfw, streamer! Tim Drake, roommates with benefits, semi-public sex, humiliation, under the desk support, sucking tim's cock while he streams, face fucking, embarrassment, recording, praise + degradation, punishment (kinda) lots of fluids (spit and cum)
froggi yaps -> sorry this was so late my timkon enjoyers </3 i took a power nap which turned into a four hour nap which turned into me being sick ;-; anyway i hope you have as much fun reading this as i did writing it
“I’m bored,” you groan, letting your head fall back over the edge of Conner’s bed.
You squint at the stream playing on your phone—half of the screen dedicated to a particularly insane modded Minecraft run and the other half dedicated to none other than Tim Drake—and frown. He’s been streaming for eleven hours. Eleven.
In the time since he’d started streaming, you’d showered, taken a nap, gotten groceries and were now harassing Kon in the comfort of his bedroom. The man, also entirely locked in on the same Minecraft server, didn’t seem to mind.
“Why don’t you play with us?” He doesn’t even look away from his monitors—one running Minecraft, the other running an unholy combination of Discord, Spotify and OBS, “if you’re so bored.”
You shrug, “not feeling it. And I don’t wanna be on stream…some of those people are downright weird.”
He snorts at that but doesn’t bother to argue. It’s true that in the time Tim’s been streaming, there’s been no shortage of strange comments and ship edits of the three of you.
One time, in an attempt to be nice to the man, you’d brought him a sandwich on stream. Of course, Tim had slipped up and said something along the lines of ‘thanks, babe’ only for his chat to go insane. Your ship name had been trending online for weeks after that.
Arguably, though, Kon had it worse than you. ‘TimKon’, the shipname given to them by the fans, was almost always in the Top 10 on Ao3. Almost anytime the two of them played games together on stream, your Tiktok feed would be flooded with clips of the two of them.
Of course, if his fan base knew the true nature of Tim’s relationship with the two of you, they’d probably go ballistic. The three of you were roommates, sure. Friends, absolutely. But there was more to it, too.
Friends don’t seek each other out in the night, don’t shower with each other and help wash the blood from their hair after patrol. Friends don’t go down on each other for hours after a few too many drinks and a drunken game of ‘Never Have I Ever’.
That last one is burned into your memory. The sight of both Tim and Conner between your legs, sweaty and flushed, is not a sight you’d soon forget. They’d been fighting to see who could make you finish faster—your late night game of Never Have I Ever having revealed you’d never been eaten out before—only for them to leave in a draw.
“Do you think he’ll be done soon?”
Kon shrugs his broad shoulders. “I dunno.”
“Do you know if he’s eaten anything? Or had water?”
“I dunno.”
“Do you think he’ll care if I hide under his desk and suck his cock?”
“I dunn—what?” He sputters, finally turning to look at you only to see you running off down the hall towards Tim’s room.
He’s on his feet in an instant, ready to catch you before you burst into Tim’s room and do something regrettable. Any other day, he’d catch you in an instant. Today, however, his legs are stiff from sitting at his desk and he doesn’t manage to catch you before you’re opening Tim’s door and offering him a wink.
You try to stay as quiet as possible slipping into his room, phone clenched in your hand still playing his stream on mute. You can see yourself in the very corner, shuffling along the far wall until you’re out of view from the camera.
Tim offers you a strange look but says nothing, going back to addressing his chat about something you don’t quite understand. You make it to the window next to his desk, crossing your arms over your chest and pouting.
Blue eyes flick over to you, scanning over you for any sign of harm before realizing you’re entirely fine. He goes back to staring at his screen with bloodshot eyes.
Oh well, you sigh and pull your hair out of your face. You lower yourself to your knees, crawling across the mat beneath his desk until you’re settled squarely between Tim’s legs. That gets his attention.
He looks down at you with wide eyes, swallowing hard before going back to looking at his monitors. You rest a hand on his thigh, parting his legs slowly and shuffling forward until you’re slotted perfectly between his knees.
Looking at him through your lashes, you trail your hand higher and higher up his thigh until it rests just over the slight outline of his cock. His cheeks burn pink but he doesn’t dare look away from his game.
You smile sweetly and dip your hand into his waistband, going straight for his cock. The minute your hand brushes over his sensitive length, Tim gasps.
You tilt your hand, squeezing his cock and looking up at him expectantly. He glances down at you—eyes dark and lined with lust—before taking a deep breath.
“S-sorry chat, stubbed my toe on the wall again.”
You suppress a laugh. Tightening your grip, you slowly rub your hand up his length. You leverage your other hand on his waistband, using it to tug his sweats all the way down.
Thank god his camera only shows him from the chest up.
With his cock freed, you spit into your hand and use it to lube up his half-hard cock. Your strokes get quicker from there, hand gripping him tightly until he’s fully hard and dripping pre into your palm.
Tim makes the occasional strangled noise from above you, trying his hardest to keep his composure on stream. You frown, you were hoping he’d have turned off his stream by now.
Oh well. You open your mouth widely and close your lips around the tip of his cock, swirling your tongue around it to clean off his pre.
Tim swears, slamming one of his knees into his desk. The sudden impact causes his camera to fall off the top of his monitor and land flat on its face on his desk.
He muffles a string of curses on his palm, using the sleeve of his sweater to cover his mouth. With the camera no longer focused on him, he’s free to look at you directly.
Though he doesn’t say a word, his flushed cheeks and lustful eyes tell you everything you need to know. You swallow more of his cock, hollowing out your cheeks and taking him in until the head of his cock reaches the back of your throat.
“I’m having some, er, technical difficulties, chat,” he rambles out, trying to keep the breathiness out of his voice. “I’m gonna have to end stream, sorry, bye!”
It’s only a minute before the telltale sound of him dropping his headset on his desk lets you know he’s done streaming. And that you’re in a world of trouble.
You pull your mouth from his cock and scramble to push yourself out from under his desk. You force yourself to your feet, bracing yourself on the floor to run away.
You make it a whole six feet before Tim snatches you by your waist and pulls you into his chest. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“Kon!” You shout.
Tim’s lips ghost over your ear, “what do you think he’s gonna do, huh?”
The door creaks open and Conner pads into the room, crossing his muscular arms over his broad chest. His eyes glance from the guilty expression on your face to Tim’s lack of pants.
He shakes his head. “What did you get yourself into this time?”
“Hey!” You smile guiltily, “it’s not my fault you guys weren’t giving me any attention.”
Tim, satisfied that Kon’s broad form is adequately blocking the door, lets you go. “Aw, is someone needy?” He teases.
“Shut up.”
Tim laughs, “feeling brave, are we?”
Tim pulls you against his chest once more, one arm slung across your chest, the other slowly trailing down your stomach. You swallow, half-heartedly squirming in his arms as his hand dips between your thighs.
“T-tim.” You shiver, parting your legs on instinct.
And then he pulls away entirely, letting you stumble forwards on shaky legs, still yearning for his touch. You look at him over your shoulder, fixing him with the most betrayal-filled stare you can muster.
“What?” He says, like he doesn’t already know what you want. He looks at Kon over your head, “did you get my text?”
He nods and takes your hand, “come on, then.”
You let them lead you away from Tim’s office and back to Kon’s room. Each step down the hallway feels charged, a newfound electricity crackling in the air.
The first thing you notice in Kon’s room is the tripod and the camera on top. You tilt your head in confusion, raising an eyebrow at him, “what’s this for?”
“What do you think?” Conner asks, settling on the bed and patting the spot next to him.
Dropping Tim’s hand from yours, you slowly sink into the mattress next to him, sitting perfectly still with your hands on your knees.
Tim fiddles with the camera, adjusting the angles and pressing a button that has a blinking red light appearing. “This,” he says, tugging off his shirt before walking into frame, “is for needy sluts that think it's funny to embarrass me on stream.”
Your face warms at that and somehow only now do you realize that you’ve walked into a trap.
Tim stands in front of you stroking his cock, still half hard from your earlier performance. “C’mon now,” he prompts you, “you were so eager to suck it earlier.”
“B-but the camera…”
He laughs, “didn’t seem to stop you earlier.”
You look for Kon for help but he has the same devilish look in his eyes that Tim does, eagerly watching to see what you’ll do. Hot shame burns at the back of your eyes but still, you lower yourself to your knees on the floor and wrap a hand around his length.
“Good.”
Slowly, you take his cock into your mouth, wrapping your lips around it like you did earlier. You bob your head up and down, taking more and more of his length in every time.
Tim grabs the back of your head and forces you all the way down, choking you on his cock. You gag, blinking back hot tears, but you don’t dare tap out. Your chest aches for air, the little breaths you take in through your nose doing little to satiate your need for air.
Finally, Tim lets you off of his cock, grabbing your chin and turning your head to look at the camera. “Smile, baby.”
You look into the lens with a pout on your lips and tears in your eyes. For a minute, all you can think about is how he’ll watch this back later and laugh at your pathetic face and how easily you submitted to this. The thought has warmth coursing between your thighs.
He grabs your head once more and guides you back down onto his cock. He doesn’t push you down this time, letting you suck him off at your own pace. You let your eyes flutter closed, trying to focus on his dick in your mouth and not the fact you’re being watched.
And then something fleshy is hitting you across the cheek. You open your eyes, blinking to adjust to the light, only to see Conner standing in front of you pantsless, his cock rubbing the side of your cheek.
Tim pulls you off his cock, a string of drool connecting the two of you. He rubs his thumb over your lip, smearing your spit across your face that has you looking even messier than before.
“Why don’t we give Kon some love, hm?”
You nod idly, dizzy from the sudden attention, and stick out your tongue. He rubs his cock along your tastebuds, slapping it on your tongue before he pushes it all into your mouth. You strain your jaw to take him, your mouth already aching.
Conner’s hand replaces Tim’s on the back of your head, guiding you along his length, pushing your head down until his cock reaches the back of your throat. He chuckles when you gag before letting you up for air and repeating the process all over again.
“You really are well-trained,” he murmurs, lovingly patting the back of your head. “You take cock so well.”
The compliment has you clenching your thighs and trying to take more of him in your mouth. You don’t even notice Tim has disappeared until you feel him crouching behind you, hands grasping at your chest.
You gasp, opening your mouth wider and giving Conner a better opening. He sticks his cock further inside of you, further than you’ve tried to take either of them, and holds your head down. You squeeze your eyes shut.
His cock is so far in your mouth, it burns. You can’t breathe, can’t think—all you can focus on is his throbbing cock and the way Tim is grabbing you.
“A few more seconds.” Conner groans, “that’s it, you can do it. I know you can take more than that.”
Conner releases your head at the same time Tim pulls out one of his pocket knives and cuts your shirt clean down the middle, leaving you half-naked in front of them.
He pinches one of your nipples, laughing when you shudder. “So sensitive.”
You hum in agreement, not trusting your voice to be anything but choked and raspy right now. Tim turns you to face the camera once more, still crouched behind you as he squishes your cheeks together and smears drool and precum across your face.
“You’re so messy.” He pushes himself back to his feet, shoving his cock into your face, “so fucking messy and needy.”
You hesitate before opening your mouth for him, remembering the camera is very much right there and that they are never going to let you hear the end of it. Still, Tim’s standing in front of you and he’s naked and goddamn, does his cock look good.
There’s a smile on his face when you open your mouth and take his cock in once more. You force your head down as far as you can, pushing past the ache in your jaw and the way your throat seems to push him out.
Then Tim is pulling out and his cock is immediately replaced with Kon’s, and once again you try to take him as deep as possible. They rotate out like that, using your throat one at a time, each cock replaced with another.
You’re sweaty and flustered and entirely messy but still, you gladly open your mouth and try your best to take them as deep as possible.
“Look so pretty like this,” Kon gasps, “like you’re made to be on your knees and suck our cocks.”
Tim makes a sound of agreement, brushing a tear out of the corner of your eye. “Like you were made to be used.”
The cycle only speeds up from there and it’s not long before Tim’s cock is twitching. He finishes in your mouth at first, pulling out his cock so the remaining ropes of cum drip onto your face and chest.
Kon takes advantage of this, sticking his cock in your still cum-filled mouth, thrusting a few times before he finishes, too. He starts in your mouth, pulling out so he can cover your face and chest in it too.
Both men are transfixed by the sight of you on your knees, covered in cum.
You swallow what’s left in your mouth, looking up at Tim and opening your mouth to show him.
“Good girl,” he says breathlessly.
Kon grabs the camera off the tripod, kneeling in front of you and shoving it in your face. You stare at the blinking red light, stare into the lens that’s capturing you in such a lurid position.
“Go on, sweetheart.” Conner prompts, “smile for the camera.”
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“Are you sure about this?” CONNER KENT glances over his shoulder warily as you clutch his big hand with both of yours, leading him off further into the campus of your university.
“Are you scared?” you ask coyly, and he visibly steels himself, his chest subtle in puffing out as his expression hardens.
“No.” he responds, curt and incredulous.
You just wanted to show him around, introduce him to your friends, the entrance to your classes, your cafeteria—normal stuff for a tour. As soon as you get to your dorm, you didn’t anticipate a detour into your room to steamily make up for the lack of inappropriate touching today. His grip is everywhere, kneading your ass through your sun dress, grasping your waist to draw you closer to him, sliding up to mess with your hair in a way that creates an unmistakable silhouette to anyone who glances at it. The sound of your roommate interrupts you, and since it’s broad daylight, you smooth down your make-out hair and hit the road with him in tow.
It’s a problem. All the lingering touches and stray looks are getting to you, every gesture heating up your cheeks. You’re sure your Superboy can hear your blood rushing. To cool things down, you bring him to the library, and when you catch him staring at you with that look in his eye you avert yours as quickly as possible.
“When are you gonna let me finish what I started?” His question urges you to hide your face in your hands, but you stay strong. The two of you are far enough away that no one could’ve heard it… and yet you can feel the effect the risk has on your body. You chew on your bottom lip, your fingers fidget with your dress, you can feel his warmth from his body towering over yours sunning you.
The deeper parts of the library bookshelves make for a little hideaway. Tucking yourselves into the darkest corner, you pull him over you by the collar of his leather jacket. His hands steady him clutching onto the edges of the shelves, caging you in while you make quick work of his belt. Just the sound of it alone has your mouth watering. He takes a cautious peer over his shoulder to double check you’re alone, but you pinch his jaw, snapping it back to face you. There’s a twinkle of surprise in his gaze from the motion, melting into the kiss you plant on him while you both clumsily fumble for the skirt of your dress and the hem of his boxers. “Never thought that you’d… want this…” he manages to say in between your lips connecting. There’s nothing you wanna add besides sliding your tongue against his, sighing in content as he hikes up your thigh. The velvety soft head of something warm and familiar noses down your sex, tucking the shaft in your lips to seek out the give.
Pairing: Tim Drake x ADHD Atlantean!Reader x Conner Kent
wc. 5.0k
Summary: You’re always in your head; the only person who could get you out of it is Tim, until he saw Conner cozying up to you. He knew why it made him so angry, but why did it make him feel so…turned on? Or: The ADHD representation we all need.
It’s not easy being a teenage superhero: you’ve got homework, love issues, and a chronic inability to focus. You could blame that last one on your ADHD. You tried not to let it impact your place within the Teen Titans, but it was getting harder to hide. You came out of meetings depleted, just to be expected to start training bright and early in the morning. It was utterly exhausting. Some days, it felt like you spent more time napping in your room than being a part of the team.
You did what you had always done: kept your problems to yourself. You just lived on the edges of the team, staying in the shadows, minding your own business. God, you hated it—the constant buzzing of your brain around the other Titans. Sure, they could be jittery, mainly Bart, the stupid speedster. It seemed that you two were the only ones who had an issue with listening. No matter how well you thought you hid it, it was obvious to everyone how frantic you were: either your mind was all over the place or barely even present. But Tim noticed, curse his hyper-aware brain.
You knew after the first few minutes that you were in for a long meeting. It was shameful how you picked your nails, shredding them down to bloody. Tim noticed how antsy you were; your knee bobbing up and down as your gaze was distant. God, you really needed better habits. You softly winced, Tim’s head turning to yours. His eyes widen on the droplet of blood beading out from your cuticles, a concerned frown on his face.
He leaned over to your ear and reached out his hand, “You can hold my hand.”
Your eyes meet his, processing his words, “That would be okay?”
So yeah, you were different, but you hadn’t realized how much. The team walked on eggshells around you, not knowing how to act toward someone so uninterested. As a kid with superpowers, you would think other enhanced kids would make you feel normal for once.
Sometimes you’d play with a stuffed animal, and if anyone called you childish, you threw a knife at them. Perhaps it was childish, but it gave your mind a sense of comfort. But since the meeting was last-minute—you had forgotten about it—you were scatterbrained getting out of your room. He nodded, his eyes sympathetic. Your hand went tense before you brushed against his. It was just a friendly offer, nothing more to it.
Timothy Drake was someone you admired. It was a silent admiration, of course, the way you glance at him during his training. If everyone were privy to your distraction, they most definitely weren’t aware of your infatuation with Tim.
You reached for his hand, gently poking at his pinky. You softly traced the bend of his limb, the indent of the bone, and his soft blue veins. His hands had you completely at ease. You carefully traced the nail bud, running your fingers around the chewed skin on the sides and the soft chip of the nail. You focused on his palm, tracing the etches and ridges of the soft scars. You tipped your fingers across his hand, your two fingers walking along.
You were able to listen to Cassie as you traced along Tim’s ring ringer, carefully circling it. You find yourself reaching for your brown hair tie to slide it onto his wrist, twisting it on him. Tim couldn’t help but smile at your amusement. He never saw you look so relaxed, or how cute you looked when your eyes got heavy.
“How is everything with the preparation?” Cassie asked, her hands on her hips—a picture of Wonder Girl’s leadership.
Your eyes softly fluttered open as you looked at her, “Sorry?”
Conner softly laughed as he leaned back—he wasn’t one for these meetings either.
Cassie took a sigh before she smiled at you, “The mission preparation?”
You blinked before explaining, “Right, I’ve been working with Red Robin on the extraction plan.”
Tim nodded as he reached for the mission details via the hologram, “Just right here, Cassie.”
Cassie continued to speak, her words escaping your ears. You stared at the hologram, the glare hitting your eyes. It was easy to get overstimulated, something you couldn’t help but keep hidden. You rubbed your eyes before nodding at everyone’s words. You tried to act normal. You traced Tim’s middle and index fingers absentmindedly on his lap.
“Why don’t we just start the extraction plan with me?” Bart chimed in, his legs propped up on the table.
“That’s a horrible idea, you have no stealth,” Connor said.
Bart shook his head, “I can be stealthy, super stealthy.”
“Last mission, you faceplanted into a pig pen,” Tim added with a smirk.
“Can we please get back on track?” Cassie asked, her eyebrows furrowed—whose idea was it to start a superhero group with teenagers?
Bart scoffed as he stretched out his arms, “I’m just saying, I could be in and out of there in a…”
“Don’t say flash,” Garfield begged.
“A flash.”
The group erupts with disgruntled noises. Your eyes darted around; there was too much going on at once. You hadn’t noticed, but your hands stopped touching Tim’s. You began to retreat in on yourself, the shadows pooling at your feet.
“Hey, you okay?” Tim asked, pulling you out of your spiral.
You looked up at him, your hands gently pressed against your ears.
“Is the noise too much?”
You nodded softly, staring up at him. He pulled your chair closer to his as he reached for your hand.
Cass rolled her eyes, bringing the attention back, “Okay, let’s refocus. We’re getting reports that something's brewing at Cadmus labs.”
It was all the same, every meeting: reports on this, reports on that. You were starting to doze off, much to Bart’s dismay. It’s not to say the two of you hated one another, but Bart was frequently on the receiving end of your glares. He said he enjoyed your leftovers, and you stabbed him in the leg; you two hadn't seen eye-to-eye since.
“Cassie? Should we really be sending sleepyhead on a mission?”
Your ears perked up as you squeezed Tim’s hand, “Are you serious, Impulse?”
Sure, you didn’t know much about Luthor (other than the fact that he was a corrupt villain), but you knew the seriousness of Cadmus lab. It could have been another Conner situation, only this time, they wouldn’t be so friendly. Suffice to say, you knew it would be bad, and you would be able to handle it, after your afternoon nap.
Bart seemed to enjoy being on your bad side. “You barely train with the group. How are we supposed to trust you to have our backs?”
Your eyes widened as you clenched your teeth, “I’m completely up-to-date with my training, you really don’t trust me?”
He shrugged, “How can I trust someone who’s never there?”
Tim sat up, stroking your hand, “Alright, guys, let’s cool it—”
“I’m just saying, if I were about to die, I wouldn’t trust Miss Spacey in a million years.”
Your hands clasped the table as your brows furrowed, “I would be happy to let you die, Bart, so long as you keep acting like a dick.”
He wasn’t backing down. “Rather be a dick than have chronic insomnia.”
That did it. Your eye twitched as you shot up out of your chair, “Training room, right now, you and me.”
Bart chuckled, bouncing up on the balls of his feet, “Ready to lose?”
“Oh Christ…” Tim muttered.
Tim thought he was good at diffusing conflict; it’s just a simple thing: make sure everyone feels valued and bring the tension down. At least he thought he was good at diffusing your aggression; it seems like he was wrong.
You stood in the centre of the mat, your back straight and posed, “Are you ready?”
Bart chuckled, adjusting his googles, “Ready for you to lose, yeah.”
Tim thought he was a good teammate, but he couldn’t stop this dogfight in a million years; put two stubborn heroes in a room, they’re destined to fight it out.
You just rolled your eyes, throwing a hard punch. Bart dodged it, quickly side-stepping. He fell right into your trap, as you hooked your foot under his and shoved him to the ground.
He huffed, trying to zoom out of your hold, but you kneed him in the stomach, “Oh god.”
Your hands were tight around his arms, the moisture on his arm aiding in your power.
“I fold.” He mumbled.
But you didn’t let up. Bart could see the glint of your knife in your hand as you pressed it against his neck; you did love to play dirty.
“Whoa, whoa, time out. I yielded.”
You nudged it closer to him, “I don’t care, take back what you said.”
Bart laughed softly, “What? You’re pissy because I said you’re not ready for the field?”
Your eyes darkened as you pressed your knife against his arm, gently cutting his skin.
“Fuck, fine…I take it back.”
You huffed as you pulled back, pocketing your knife as you left the room. Your glare wasn’t forgotten by all the members when they watched you depart.
“She’s in a mood…” Conner chuckled, crossing his arms.
“Yeah.” Tim agreed—he didn’t understand you sometimes. There was this anger inside you that had to be quelled with violence. He’d always worried where that had come from.
Garfield smacked Tim’s arm, “You’re not gonna do anything?”
Tim’s eyebrow raised, “What are you talking about?”
Bart sat up, “That you’re totally in love with her?”
“Shut up, I am not.”
Cassie stood by the entrance with a grin, “It’s so obvious.”
Tim’s cheeks went red. “Shut up, it’s not obvious. Is it?”
Conner patted Tim’s back, “Let’s go check on her, Casanova.”
“I hate all of you.”
As soon as you returned to your room, the guilt came crashing in. It was your stupid emotions; they went from zero to a hundred. You felt awful for Bart; he was always in the crossfire of your anger, and this time you hurt him. Under the blanket, you curled up on your bed. Your head lay back as you held your teddy bear tight. Sometimes you wished you were normal, but alas, there was nothing you could do.
You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to block out the world, but apparently not your visitors. Tim’s knocking was soft, barely audible. He pushed the door open as he zeroed in on your state. Connor stood by the door, leaning back.
“Oh, angel, what’s wrong?”
Your eyes fluttered open as you groaned, “I’m horrible.”
He shook his head, kneeling beside you, “You’re not horrible.”
You sniffled as you crossed your arms, “I hurt Bart.”
“He had it coming,” Conner mumbled, your eyes drifting to yours.
“No, he didn’t…” You took a shaky breath, a tear falling from your eye, “I can’t control myself, I’m a liability.”
Tim reached for your cheek, brushing away the tear, “Why are you saying this?”
“Because Bart was right…I’m exhausted all the time, can’t control my thoughts, and god forbid I can sit through a meeting. I’m weak.”
Conner stood up, gently crouching next to you, “You just have a different brain.”
You scoffed, your hands balling up, “Yeah, I’m stupid.”
“I’ve never thought you were stupid, spitfire,” Conner said, his hand reaching for yours. Tim’s eyes couldn’t help but widen—had he missed something? Since when was Conner so affectionate with you? He had to hide his jealousy for your sake.
Tim reached for your other hand, “Your brain moves quicker than everyone, and yeah, sometimes it’s hard and you need a little extra stimulation, but that’s not a bad thing. I like how your brain is; it makes you amazing.”
You smiled at both boys, “Thank you.”
“Didn’t say anything that wasn’t true,” Conner chuckled, his thumb stroking your knuckles. Tim watched the way your eyes darted to Conner’s lips.
“What’s going on?”
You look at Tim, confused. “What are you talking about?”
Tim stood up and pointed between the two of you, “This! His little look…and that stupid smirk.” Conner smirked at Tim, his eyes lingering on the snippet of skin showing his waist.
Tim huffed, “Stop…don’t throw them my way.”
Conner sat next to you on the bed, eyes leering at Tim, “You’re not the only one who calms Y/N down…”
Tim leaned in, hands resting on your bedframe. Conner delicately stroked your hair as he pulled you down into his lap. You just sighed, eyes closing. Tim blinked—he’d never seen you fall asleep that easily.
“You’re a witch.”
Conner rolled his eyes, laying you against his chest, “Hit the light off on your way out?”
Tim growled, obeying the Kryptonian. Oh, it was on.
You barely remembered the conversation between Tim and Conner—you had passed out so quickly that your mind was bound to be hazy. When your eyes blinked open, Conner was staring down at you. “Morning, spitfire. Have a good sleep?”
You softly yawned, nuzzling into his hold, “Uh-huh.”
Conner gently kissed your head, “We’ve got that mission today, you up for it?”
You nodded—you weren’t sure when you became completely comfortable with Conner. He was certainly a grump, but he had a soft spot for you. The first time he saw you almost passed out from exhaustion; he’d carried you in his arms to bed. You begged him to stay, so he held you the whole night. Now, it had just become a regular thing.
His super-hearing was impeccable and completely dialled up to you. He could spot the tell-tale sign of your frustration in a millisecond. So when you’d started spending time with Tim, Conner hadn’t cared—what could Robin do that would make him a threat to Superboy? Perhaps Conner misread Tim’s determination.
Conner leaned in, his lips against yours, “Kiss for good luck?”
Your eyes widened as you nodded, leaning in before a knock sounded at your door. Conner huffed, standing up to see Tim.
“Well, morning to both of you. I was just coming to invite you to breakfast.”
Conner stood up straight, “No thanks, we’ll have breakfast later.”
Tim tsked, “They say breakfast is the most important meal of the day.”
Conner rolled his eyes.
“If you want to keep these big muscles of yours, you’d get a move on,” Tim said, his hand resting on Conner’s bicep.
Conner’s eyes darkened, “Oh? You like me buff or something?”
Tim’s face went red, “What…no! You’re putting stupid words into my head. Just…come to breakfast, both of you.”
He glanced down at you, wanting to gauge your opinion on Conner’s flirting. You were fast asleep. “Jesus, you’re not beating the witch allegations, Kent.”
“How am I witch-like to you? Is it because I’m charming you into falling for me?”
“Just…” Tim took a breath, setting his hands on his hips, “Make sure she eats something.”
You woke up to Bart running laps in the training room. You didn’t even remember wandering in there. Your head grew dizzy as you watched him run, lap after lap. He slowly started to skid as he came up beside you, “What’s got you looking so pale?”
You blinked up at him and sighed, “I’m sorry about yesterday.”
Bart’s eyebrows furrowed, “That was nothing.”
“It wasn’t nothing, I cut you.”
Bart chuckled, pulling up his sleeve, “I’ve got super fast healing.”
“Right…still, I am sorry.”
“No, I shouldn’t have riled you up. You’re just so much like me, at least my hyperness is manifested in speed, so no one bats an eye.” Bart pulled his goggles up to rest on his head.
You smiled—Bart was the one person who understood, and you maybe resented him for being able to tell you your struggles.
He stretched out his legs as he sighed, “Listen, I trust you completely…I just don’t want you to get hurt. You’re my friend, you know?”
“You’re my friend too.”
“Great, as a friend…I think you should get some more rest.”
This would usually be the case when you lunged at him, your anger controlling your emotions, but instead, you just nodded. “I think I will.”
Conner and Tim had been at each other’s throats all morning. They hadn’t even thought about you, well, they thought about how the other acted around you. Not to say that either of the boys was right to be overprotective of you; they were just your teammates. Conner and Tim didn’t consider this; their frustration had grown to a new level. So when Cassie explained that the mission was pushed back, they both angrily stormed to the quarters.
Conner’s width was quick as he approached your door, softly peeking inside. Tim grabbed his hand before he could.
“Whoa, relax…why do you always have to check up on her?”
Coneor turned to look at Tim, “I’m sorry that I care.”
Tim clenched his jaw, “You don’t care…you’re obsessive, it’s weird.”
Conner chuckled, “I’m obsessive? You tiptoe around like you’re her nurse.”
The tension was rising, and both boys were staring at one another. Their eyes pierced into one another, both unwilling to let up. At least, until Conner’s eyes dropped down to Tim’s lips, and his hand reached for the boy’s waist.
“What are you—” Tim asked, his words disappearing as Conner shushed him.
“Just relax, Drake…I know you want to.”
Tim gulped—had he been that needy? “I don’t…”
Conner squeezed Tim’s waist, his hands trailed down his chest, “No? You just get this hard normally?”
Tim blushed as Conner tugged him closer, whispering in his ear, “I can make you feel good…I help Y/N all the time.”
Tim wasn’t sure what came over him as he nodded, mumbling a soft, “Please.”
Conner pressed his lips against Tim’s, devouring the sweet boy. Tim groaned, his hands reaching for Conner’s chest. His soft hands darted under his shirt before Conner pulled away, “Probably best not to do this in the hallway…” He said, before tugging Tim inside your room.
Both boys forgot you were inside, both caught up in their lust. Conner reached for Tim’s shirt and threw it to the side, his big hands caressing Tim’s abdomen. After staring at his prey, Conner tugged off his shirt—his chiselled Kryptonian stature causing Tim to drool.
“Like what you see, Birdie?”
Tim nodded as he kneeled in front of Conner, “Can I?”
Conner chuckled, hands curling against Tim’s black strands, “Course you can…”
Tim pulled off Conner's belt and tugged his trousers down. He was almost face-to-face with Super Boy's throbbing cock. It twitched underneath his red briefs as Tim glanced up at Conner.
Conner moaned, “Fuck…stop looking at me like that, you look like a damn deer.”
Tim smirked, sneaky hands pulling the fabric down as Conner’s cock sprang out. Holy shit—he was massive, and throbbing. Tim hadn’t fantasized much, but the idea of a huge cock splitting him open was a constant dream.
“Go on…be a good birdie.”
Tim stared at Conner’s tip, drooling at the sweet nectar aching from the top. He darted out to taste the alien pre-come, which had the most delectable taste imaginable.
Tim moaned as Conner stroked his cheek, “I know, baby…it’s good.”
“So good…” Tim slurred as he kissed all over Conner’s pretty cock. He wanted it all, every last drop. Conner groaned, tugging Tim’s hair. Tim was gonna make this good for Conner; all this pent-up aggression was bad for the soul.
Tim was sucking the life out of Conner’s cock, gagging softly, but never pulling off. Conner’s moans got louder, causing your eyes to flutter open. You were a bit disorientated as you rubbed your eyes. Reaching for your glasses, you observed a whimpering Tim sucking Conner’s cock.
You had no words, you just stared. Conner’s cock began to swell as he cursed, “Oh shit…I’m close.”
Tim whimpered around his member, hollowing his cheeks out.
“You want to swallow my cum?”
Tim nodded, hands reaching down to fondle Conner’s balls.
Conner felt his stomach tighten as he cried, “Fuck…okay, I’m gonna—”
Your eyes widened as you leaned in, your thighs squeezing.
“Birdie…I’m coming…” Conner moaned, his come filling up Tim’s awaiting mouth. Tim lapped it up, however, disregarded just how weighty Conner’s balls were. The cum dripped out of Tim’s mouth and onto his chest; Tim practically choked on all the cum.
He didn’t look upset; in fact, he looked like he was in heaven. Conner kneeled down, gently stroking Tim’s cheek, “You okay?”
Tim hummed as he smiled, “You’re so fucking good.”
Conner laughed, kissing Tim’s forehead, “I should be telling you that…drained me dry.”
You coughed softly, the two boys breaking apart, “Mind to tell me why you woke me up?”
Tim and Conner glanced at each other, embarrassed at their deplorable conditions. Conner tried to tug up his briefs as Tim just avoided eye contact.
“Y/N I’m sorry…” Conner began.
You stood up, stretching your arms above your head. The boys watched the way your shirt rose and your panties were in view. They were a lacy pair, no hiding the way your ass sat out. “You could’ve woken me up early…”
Tim blinked, still in shock at the whole thing.
Conner chuckled, reaching for you as he kissed you passionately. He pulled away, “Wanted you to get some rest.”
Your eyes darted to Tim’s messy chest as you chuckled, “So messy, Con.”
Conner wrapped his arms around your waist as he smirked, “It’s his first time…not everyone can take all of me.”
Tim stared at the two of you, “What is going on?”
You tugged your shirt off, “Wanna fuck us, Tim?”
Tim’s jaw dropped as his pants tightened, “...is this a dream?”
Conner chuckled, watching as you sat back on the bed. You looked like a picture of lust.
Tim whimpered, still sitting on your carpet. Conner coughed as Tim quickly sat on the bed, “Hi…”
You smiled as you reached for Tim’s hand, “Hi, Tim.” You slowly drag your finger across his chest, lapping up the extra cum, “Conner’s always got a huge load.”
Tim whimpered as you sucked your finger, now wet with your saliva. You softly dragged your manicured finger across his nipple, watching as his hips bucked up.
Conner chuckled, “So eager, Birdie.” He had sat behind Tim, softly kissing his neck.
Tim’s head was dizzy; trying to regain any sense of himself. But Conner’s soft kisses and your tugging of his nipples—he was in ecstasy.
You pulled away, Tim’s eyes fluttering open to look at you, “You look so beautiful like this.”
Conner hummed, sucking a large mark into Tim’s neck—Tim’s moans grew louder.
Your hands crawl down to Tim’s sweatpants, your eyes wide and wanting.
Tim just reached for your hand as Conner let up on his neck, “Shit…just give me a minute. This is so hot.”
You giggled as Conner leaned back, “Take all the time you need, Birdie.”
Tim’s cheeks flushed darker at Conner’s teasing name. He glanced back at you as you pouted at him, your fingers delicately drumming on his pants. Tim gulped, his throat bobbing. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of you as you yanked the material off of him. A grin spread across your face as you came into contact with his boxers.
Your kiss all over the fabric, tongue dragging across the soiled spot near his tip. Tim’s eyes rolled back, as his hips bucked, “Please…god.”
You giggled as you took him out—his cock not as big as Conner’s, but it was long and slender. You squeezed your thighs as you thought about having him inside you, how far into you he would hit.
You gently lie down, spreading your thighs apart. Tim shakily reaches for your panties, sliding them down—his eyes locked on the slick that gushed. Conner leaned in behind Tim, his hand coming to jerk Tim’s cock. “She’s so wet…”
Tim nodded, his head hazy as he leaned down, “Can I…fuck, can I taste you?”
You hummed. Your thighs spread further apart as Tim stared deeply into your pussy. “She’s so pretty…”
You bit your lip at his words, Conner sliding in behind you as he tugged up your shirt. His hand fondled your tits as you moaned. “Mmm, just wait until you fuck her.”
Tim wasted no time, diving into your folds, your hip bucking up, “Oh shit.”
He stuck his tongue inside your folds, circling up to suck the clit.
Conner chuckled, kissing your tits.
You moaned as you pulled Tim by his hair, needing him closer. He happily obliged, tonguing you faster. Your hips bucked up as you ground against Tim, all while Conner held you tight against his chest, “You got this, baby…come on.”
You squeezed your eyes, vision going hazy as Tim sucked on your clit, gently prodding two fingers inside of you. He curled them up as you whimpered, pleasure rolling through your body, “Tim…don’t stop, god…”
Your pussy cried as you hit your peak, thighs shaking around Tim’s head.
Tim ducked up from your pussy, his lips wet, “Was that good?”
You nodded as you let your head fall back, “So good.”’
Conner groaned as he kissed Tim’s lips, slipping his tongue inside. You moaned as you watched the two make out on top of you. Your hips rolled back and forth.
Conner chuckled, “Don’t worry, birdie here is gonna fuck you.”
Conner ran his hand down Tim’s back as he arched into the Kryptonian.
Spitting on Tim’s cock and then stroking him, Conner leaned once more, “And while you fuck that pretty pussy…I’m gonna fuck your tight ass.”
Tim's cock jumped, just briefly breaching your entrance. You moaned, holding him closer, “Stop teasing.”
Tim nodded, letting out a shaky sigh, “Sorry, lemme…” He slowly thrust into you, his eyes rolling back. He had to hold his pleasure, not wanting to finish way too early. You let him get settled as you looked at Conner, your eyes enticing. He softly kissed your lips before sucking his thumb, and pushing it through Tim’s ass.
“Oh my fuck…” Tim cried, thrusting deeper into you.
You squeezed your eyes shut, “Con…not everyone’s gotten fucked in the ass before.”
Conner continued to open up to Tim, but with soft touches instead. Tim’s thrusts were soft, taking time to savour the moment. You felt every vein, every ridge, but your pussy craved for more. You wanted it fast, hard. That was the best way to relax.
You pulled out of Tim as he complained before you turned around, shaking your ass and displaying your dripping pussy, “Go faster, please…”
Tim wasn’t sure if you were talking to him, and you weren’t. Conner reached for the lube as he soaked up his cock, gently pushing inside Tim.
Tim’s cries turned whiny as he pushed deeper into you, just as Conner did to him.
He was in heaven, with the way you pushed his hips into you, and with Conner’s plunging deeper into his prostate. Tim’s back arched as you rocked your ass down.
His cries turned louder as you squeezed down on him, “Please, please,…fuck please.”
You huffed, sticking your fingers in his mouth—you didn’t want to get caught. Tim’s lips circled around your fingers, trying to be a good boy.
Conner pulled out of Tim at the same time you slid off his cock. Tim practically sobbed before you sat into his lap, settling back on his cock. Conner came behind you, ramming back through Tim.
Tim lay his head against the pillow when he felt you bounce up and down on him. It was all too much, “Oh fuck…I’m close. Please…”
Conner groaned, squeezing your ass as you rode on Tim’s cock. “Yeah, birdie, you gonna come? Gonna cum inside our pretty girl.”
Tim cried, his eyes squeezing shut, stomach tightening, “It feels so good, Conner. You feel so good, Y/N.”
You kissed his lips softly before you went back to your movements. You were so wet that he could easily fill you up, and god, did you love it.
“I…I’m gonna come, fuck…”
Conner chuckled, pounding into him faster, “Let us make a mess of you.”
Tim’s cum filled up inside you, as you squeezed hard, your pleasure erupting. Conner kissed your neck as he rocked your hips onto Tim.
You softly mumbled, “Fuck Tim, you’re making me come…”
You whimpered as your thighs shook, your spent body falling into his lap. You hummed as you felt his cock nestle inside of you. Conner grunted before letting out a shaky moan, “God, me too.”
You watched the way his abdomen clenched, his hard abs tightening. You bit your lip as Conner’s cock filled Tim’s hole, overflowing almost entirely. He gently pulled out of Tim when his cum dripped out, and you were already bent back over with your pussy, letting him spill his last drops into you. He nestled into you as he moaned, “Fuck…always need your pussy.”
Conner kissed your neck before laying you down on the bed, cuddling against Tim. He grabbed a cloth as he cleaned both you and Tim up, since it was primarily Conner’s mess.
He sat back down, watching as Tim blinked up at him.
“I’ve never…come that hard before,” Tim said, his eyes heavy.
You chuckled, kissing Tim’s cheek, “Yeah, Conner will do that to you.”
Connor smirked, kissing Tim’s head, “Get some sleep, Birdie.”
Tim blinked up and pouted, “What?”
“We’ve got a mission tomorrow.”
Tim sighed, “Right…goodnight.”
You’d never seen Tim pass out that quickly, but you figured it was time he finally got some rest. When you sat up, Conner’s smiling at you, “You’re both so beautiful.”
You felt your face heat up, “Shut up.”
Conner held your waist as he nestled you into his lap. You bit your lip as his cock—already hard—nudged against you. Tim had a lot of things going for him, but he needed his rest. That was fine, because the Kryptonian boy behind you could destroy you for hours.
“Please…” You mumbled before your lips pressed against his.
Conner smirked, pushing into you. His hands reached around to your waist. “Now, lemme help you sleep like Birdie.”
🧬 Kinktober 2025 — Day 26: Riding Kink / Power Reversal “Show Me” Conner Kent x Reader
Rating: 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️
Mentions of 🔞 Explicit sexual content, Power dynamics,Reader in control,Praise kink, Rough tenderness, Creampie implication, 18+ only — minors do not interact
Authors note 📝 I SWORE I posted this over a month ago but couldn’t find it despite writing it on my master list. SO here’s an unexpected Kinktober addition
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Conner Kent carried cockiness like a birthright.
That half-smirk of his carried into every room first—shoulders loose, hands in his pockets, eyes glinting like he already knew the punchline.
And now, sprawled across your bed, shirt peeled off, jeans undone and slung low on his hips?
He looked like temptation in the flesh.
“C’mon, babe,” he drawled, head tipping against the headboard, one arm thrown over the backrest. “You look like you’re gonna eat me alive.”
⸻
You roll your eyes, but your mouth curves anyway.
“You’re impossible.”
“You like me impossible.”
He wasn’t wrong.
When you cross the room, his gaze follows every step, like you’re the only thing worth looking at in the whole damn world. The flicker of his pupils, the sharp drag of his tongue over his lip—Conner Kent wasn’t subtle, not when it came to you.
You climb onto the mattress, straddling his thighs. Your palms brace against the solid heat of his chest. His skin is sun-warm, muscle shifting beneath as he flexes—showing off, just because he knows you’re looking.
“God,” you murmur, sliding your hands lower, over the ridges of his abs. “Do you practice in the mirror, or were you just born this smug?”
“Definitely born this way.” His grin widens.
⸻
You tug at his waistband. “These—”
He doesn’t let you finish. Conner lifts his hips in one smooth motion, shoving his jeans down enough to give you what you want. He kicks them off the rest of the way, smirk daring you to say something about how fast he was.
“You’re not even gonna take off your boxers for me?” you tease.
“Thought you might like to work for it.”
So you do.
Your fingers hook the waistband, tugging them down inch by inch until his cock springs free, thick and already leaking. Conner’s bravado stutters—he bites his lip, trying not to groan at the cool air on his flushed skin.
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You lean in, kiss him slow—tongues brushing, his hands sliding over your ass, pulling you flush against him. He’s hard under you, pressing insistently against your clothed heat.
You grind down once. Deliberate.
He groans into your mouth, bucking up despite himself.
“Impatient?” you whisper.
“You’re killing me.”
“Good.” You nip at his jaw, voice low. “Watch me.”
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You peel off your shirt, toss it aside, then shimmy out of your shorts and panties. His jacket—forgotten earlier on the floor—gets dragged up and onto your shoulders, drowning you in his scent. The sight of you naked under his jacket makes him curse under his breath, eyes going dark.
“Holy shit.” He drags a hand through his hair. “You’re gonna end me.”
“Maybe that’s the plan.”
⸻
When you sink down onto him, inch by inch, Conner’s cocky grin shatters. His head tips back against the headboard, eyes squeezing shut, a guttural fuck ripping out of his chest.
“God—ohhh—”
His hands twitch at your thighs, like he wants to grip, to guide, but forces himself to stay still.
You roll your hips slow. Torturous.
Every whimper you let slip has him breaking further—cocky Superboy undone under your rhythm.
By the time you’re riding him hard, sweat slicking between you, his chest heaving, his head is thrown back and his moans are shameless.
“You’re—fuck—you’re gonna ruin me.”
You smile against his throat, your teeth grazing his pulse.
“That’s the plan.”
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When he finally grabs your hips and slams you down harder, it’s not cockiness anymore.
It’s need.
Raw. Desperate.
Conner Kent, the boy who thought he was untouchable, falling apart underneath you—groaning your name like a prayer, clutching you like you’re the only thing keeping him alive.
And when you both crash over the edge, tangled and wrecked, his last words before he buries his face in your shoulder are nothing but the truth:
you didn't mean to say it out loud. never wanted to say it out loud.
it started as a thought. stupid, reckless, buried deep somewhere between the slick ruining your shorts and the way kon was looking at you, sprawled back on the bed like he had all the time in the world and nowhere better to be.
you wondered if he knew. of course he knew, right? he could hear your heartbeat from across the apartment. you didn't want to think of what else he could hear.
his jacket half off, his glasses abandoned somewhere on the nightstand, those too big hands flexing like he was waiting for you to do something. almost like if you hadn't asked, he'd grab you anyway.
you shifted a few times side to side, biting into your lip almost hard enough to break skin. when you caught the look in his eyes - sharp and hungry - the words tumbled out of you in a rush you couldn't take back.
"can i…" you began, voice cracking under the weight of it, "sit on your face?"
kon went still.
like he didn't want to spook you, didn't want to move and risk waking up from a dream he hadn't even dared to hope for. like a sudden movement would make you disappear.
slowly, he smiled; that lazy, cocky, fucking lethal grin that only showed up when he was about to ruin you sweetly. you'd seen it far too many times before not being able to walk properly.
he reached up without a word, hooked two fingers through your belt loop and tugged you down toward him like it was the most obvious thing in the goddamn world. "thought you'd never ask, babe," he murmured, voice low and stupidly fond.
when he leaned back, arms folding behind his head like a king waiting for you to take your throne,
you realized this wasn't permission.
it was an invitation.
it was a promise.a sacred vow.
he was going to worship you until you forgot your own name, until the only word left in your mouth was his.
you fucking hesitated. just for a second but it felt like your knees were going to give out beneath you. you shifted to push your panties off before climbing onto the bed, trying not to lose whatever courage made you ask in the first place.
your knees settled on the bed on either side of him, body trembling from too much want and the way he looked at you wasn't helping. all big blues and that fucking grin never fading.
"c'mon, pretty thing.." he cooed, voice rough with something deeper than need. desperation, maybe. "don't be shy now. you asked for it."
your breath hitched, tensing your thighs without thought. he was right, you did ask - so you moved, finally, and settled over him, earning a groan that sounded like you broke something inside of him.
he didn't give you time to think. of course he didn't.
he just dove in. mouth open, tongue slick and greedy against your pussy, hands trailing up the backs of your thighs to anchor you there and hold you down like he never intended to let you go.
he licked you like he was fucking starving for it; messy and worshipful. every filthy, obscene sound spilled right up through your core until your hands were frantically moving for purchase in his hair, hips jerking helplessly against his mouth.
when you tried to lift off, shaking and overwhelmed, kon just laughed low against you, grip tightening.
"nah, babe," he mumbled against your soaked skin. wicked. "you're stayin' right here. you're not goin' anywhere ‘til i say you can."
the way he said it did nothing for your sanity and fuck, it made you sink down harder against him. it made you grind against his tongue like it was the only thing keeping you alive. it gave you some weird twist of confidence.
kon just groaned again, more than grateful to let you use his mouth and dragged you closer. deeper. intending to take you apart until you couldn't see straight.
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲. The VHS tape wasn't the one your friend sent you
𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁. oral (f receiving), unprotected sex (does it really count if they're supernatural beings tho??)
𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘀. choking/size kink/stomach bulge
MDNI
The phone next to you buzzed, lighting up with a text message from ‘Gavin’
‘I finished my short film! I mailed it to you a couple days ago, should be there soon’ the text read, your friend was a film major and you loved getting to experience his latest creation first hand.
Just as you were about to text back, your doorbell rang. Getting up and going to check the peephole only to see a small package sitting on the front porch, opening the door, you picked up the package.
Figuring your friend just had impeccable timing you shrugged and opened the package only to grow more confused to see a VHS tape sitting in the box, a ‘watch and learn’ written in black marker on the front.
“Who uses VHS anymore…” you wondered out loud before setting the tape down, granted you did have a player sitting around, belonging to your grandparents. You dug it out of your garage and set it up, slipping the tape in before texting your friend back.
‘Creative choice with the VHS, you're lucky I have a player lol’ you texted back before carefully tossing your phone onto the couch and turning back to the tv. You pressed the button in the player and the screen came to life, the blue screen with the play button in the corner as you pressed play.
Nothing happened for the first three seconds before a black screen took its place, a simple white ring in the middle of the screen. You sat there confused, watching the tape for the next couple minutes wondering if this was just the beginning of the film or something but then it ended, VHS player pushing out the tape as it clattered to the ground. You picked it up and shrugged, placing it on your shelf and picking up your phone to see a new message.
‘What? No it’s in a CD like the rest of the are’ Gavin responded
‘Then what did I just watch? It was a couple minutes of a black screen with a white ring in the middle’ you explained
‘No clue dude, sounds cryptic as fuck lol’ he responded making you chuckle and roll your eyes before standing up and deciding to continue on with your day.
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The next couple of days were….somewhat uneventful, but this looming feeling of something about to happen clung to the back of your mind. It had been nearly a week since that weird VHS showed up at your doorstep and the feeling hadn’t gone away since that. You chalked it up to nerves and being paranoid and turned in for the night, just as you were about to fall asleep you heard the TV click on.
Groaning and shoving off the blankets, you went out to see what was happening. The feeling of dread deepened with each step towards the living room, something inside you told you to turn around.
Yet you never did.
The TV came into view, the screen playing that weird video yet the VHS player remained unplugged, you hesitated for a sec before moving to turn off the TV. After flicking it off you sighed and turned around to head back to bed, only for it to turn back on.
The TV’s glow painted the living room walls in pale grey. The air felt colder now, sharp against your bare arms, like a warning this time. The bright white ring in the background casted a light onto a shadow, you watched confused, knowing that it wasn't there before. The shadow stretched taller, taking shape. Broad shoulders. The suggestion of a hand, outstretched; not threatening, but beckoning.
Whispers filled your ears, a deep voice muttering words you couldn’t quite make out. The hand grew closer to the screen, the shape of fingers forming from the shadows as the palm was pressed to the inner screen of the TV. The screen warped, swirling around the palm as static started to crackle on the screen.
You should run, you knew you should and yet? You stayed frozen, staring.
The hand pressed through the screen, invading your living room. The hand got through, followed by a muscular arm, and soon enough? A man had crawled out of your TV and stood in your living room.
You blinked. Once. Twice. To make sure this wasn’t a dream, but no, this was real.
His footsteps were heavy throughout the room, stalking up to your form.
“It’s your time” He mumbled, a large calloused hand putting a surprisingly soft hand on your cheek. You stared, confused and in shock how someone could just crawl through a screen like that.
“My…time?” You finally managed to mutter out, a shiver running down your spine as his other hand trailed down your arm to settle on the curve of your waist. The hand on your cheek slid slower, wrapping loosely around the column of your neck, not quite squeezing.
“You watched the tape, now, you are mine.” His voice was low, hand slowly applying pressure around your neck.
“Wait- I don’t…I don’t even know you” You stammered, trying to step back but his grasp held you in place.
“You must accept it, or your fate will be worse” his eyes trailed to his large hand wrapped around your neck, hanging loosely like a prized necklace.
“Conner” He muttered, his name or so you had figured.
“If I accept? Then what?” You asked, the fear turning to curiosity deep within you. His gaze sharpened, dark eyes trailing your figure.
“You become bound to me, you feel me, see me, cannot go a day without me” His voice lingered in your ear, not a threat but a promise.
“And If I decline?" You almost feared for the answer but listened anyways, “Then you become bound to the tape, stuck in the endless loop of darkness forever” he spoke from experience.
Did you really have a choice? You nodded, wondering what this would now mean for you. “I accept” The TV behind him flickered off, settling the room in darkness while you could feel him lean forward. His breath hot against your ear lobe, his hands carried themselves lower, resting on your thighs.
“Then let me bind you to me” His voice made you shiver and nod, strong arms picked you up as if you weighed nothing to him. “C-Conner!” the yelp left your lips before you could stop it, hands gripping at the covered surface of your ass.
“Your bedroom” he commanded, letting you guide him to your room. The door creaked open in invitation as he walked in, placing you on the plush surface of the mattress, the bed cradling your body in return.
“Last chance” Conner’s hand was placed back around your neck, never squeezing, not yet at least but there, resting and lying in wait. He was giving you an out, not that you wanted it.
You shook your head, declining the chance, the thought of spending the rest of eternity trapped in a tape sounded dreadful. The hand around your neck tightened for a second, like his hand was flexing, getting a taste of being wrapped around your neck. It made your heart flutter and a heat curl into your stomach.
“Tighter” you voice came out in a whisper, like the words you spoke might turn to bite you, but maybe you wanted them to. He listened, broad hand curling a bit around the shape of your neck, finger pads pressed gently into your pulse point. The feeling of his fingers pressed into the points made your heart pound in your ears.
For a brief second his hand left your neck as he stood before you making quick work of his clothes, shrugging them off and letting them collect into a pile on the floor beside the bed. Your eyes widened at the sheer size of him, unsure if he was even going to fit, he seemed to notice. A smirk pulled on his lips, the only sign of emotion he had shown so far, his hand reached forward to grip your shirt and pull if off you in a swift movement. Then he placed his hands in the middle of your stomach, just under your ribs. “Gonna be up here” His chuckle was dark and knowing, like he knew he spoke the truth.
He was quick to rid you of the rest of your clothes before grabbing your ankle and pulling you to the edge of the bed. His large hands cupped your thighs, spreading them apart for him to kneel between.
His tongue darted forward, licking a stripe up your sensitive folds making you gasp. Thighs threatening to close around his head but he didn't seem to care about the pressure on both sides of his head and instead focused on the now dripping sex in front of him. He attacked it like a starved man, tongue working mercilessly as it dragged through your folds. Lips wrapped around your sensitive clit the obscene sucking sounds made you blush feverishly.
Finally his tongue dipped down, circling the wet hole before plunging deep inside. Each dip and drag of his tongue pushed you closer to the edge, high pitched moans seemed to spur him on as your thighs trembling from their spot on either side of his head until finally he pushed you over the edge. Even he didn't let up, lapping up all your juices until he deemed it was enough and pulled away, grasping and spreading your thighs to make room for himself again.
He left you gasping for air, trying to come down from the overwhelming climax you had just experienced. His hand fisted his cock, wrapped around the long shaft.
"move up on the bed" he spoke watching you eagerly shift up the bed before he hovered on top of you. One arm held him up, the other found its home wrapped around your neck but this time he put more pressure. Enough for you to feel light headed but not cut off your circulation entirely. The feeling of it quickly replaced by the blunt tip of his cock pressed into your hole, the stretch burned, enough to make your whimper and for him to stop.
"S'to big" you muttered watch him chuckle a bit, "you'll make it fit" he whispered into your ear feeling how you clenched around his tip at the thought of it. He pushed in slow, letting your gummy walls slowly stretch to make room for him. The pain turned to pleasure once he was buried at the hilt, slow, leisurely thrusts to let you get used to his size.
Then you noticed it, how his eyes seemed to focus on your stomach, you followed his gaze until you realized where he was staring. Each thrust in and your stomach would bulge a bit where the blunt tip of his cock would press against his insides. His hand gave another dizzying squeeze to your neck before letting go and being placed over your stomach.
His eyes met yours in a sharp glint before he pressed down, the pressure making you arch off the bed into his hand. Your walls growing tighter around him each thrust, the moans spilling from your mouth grew higher in pitch as you grew closer to your second blinding orgasm of the night.
Conner's pace quickened, just enough to help you over the ledge until your walls spasmed around him, threatening to suck him deeper. He pulled out almost all the way and with one final and hard thrust, he came undone. Hot cum leaking deep inside you while his hand placed on that same spot from earlier, right below your ribs.
He pushed down, letting you feel the tip of his cock once again before he leaned down and whispered into your ear.
"Told you"
You woke up the next morning with a start, shooting up in bed only to find your body aching with each movement. You dragged yourself to the bathroom and looked in the mirror, a faint outline of a hand print wrapped around your neck.
Stumbling out to the living room in confusion, a very very faint recollection of last night that you tried to deem a dream.
Everything looked just like how you left it but something still felt off, like something was...there, around you.
You could feel it.
And yet, still you couldn't notice how the mysterious tape on the shelf, was gone.
ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ. I'm not sure how I feel about this one tbh, I feel like I didn't do my man Conner justice but oh well. This one is veryyyy loosely based off the movie The Ring lol but yeah. Enjoy you FREAKS
