𝐌𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

•A Good Day• 《Connor Kent》

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(Reader x Connor Kent/Superboy)
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Song recommendation:
Prayer1 by April27
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! Warnings: Smut, swearing, dirty talk/thoughts !
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"I'll be there in a few minutes," Conner said as he texted the message out to his girlfriend.

'I'm gonna take a shower. The windows open. See you soon ;)'

The 17-year-old bit his lip in exitement and read his girlfriends message on more time. He took a deep breath and sneakily crept out of his own bedroom window before quietly shutting it and flying away, leaving a gust of wind to softly blow the leaves behind him.
With his ability to fly, the journey that normally takes around 30 minutes by car was cut by more than half, and these were moments when the teenager was more than grateful for being half-Kryptonian.

He easily entered his girlfriend's room with no inconvenience; after lots of practice, he knew the exact space his body took up to not hit the window frame. Discreetly landing on his toes, he heard the sound of the shower turn off and the shower curtain rings clank against the rod.

With a devilish smile on his face, he crept over to the bathroom and silently cracked the door open. His eyes fell to his girlfriend's body that still glistened with the hot water that steamed up the bathroom as she scrunched her hair with a blue towel. Back on his toes he cautiously moved towards her, careful not to make a sound. His hands finally slid up against her sides, causing her to yelp and turn around ferociously.

"Jesus, Connor!" She exclaimed, covering the front of her body with the blue towel. "You almost gave me a heart attack."

He raised his brow and looked down at the towel that was shielding her, "Why did you cover yourself up?"

"If I was going to get murdered, I'd prefer to get murdered without the stranger seeing me in all my glory." She answered, rolling her eyes at the question.

"But I'm not a stranger, am I?" He replied, biting his lip again as he wrapped his arms around her waist and brought her closer.

She laughed and shook her head, "Can you at least wait until I get changed?"

"What's the point," he asked, sheugging his shoulder, "when you're gonna need to take a shower again when we're done."

"I don't know who you think you are, Connor Kent, but this doesn't work on me like it does on all the other girls." She cheekily answered.

He held onto the hem of the soft and soaked blue towel, gently tugging on it and leaning forward to leave a trail of tender kisses on her warm neck. "Maybe it won't work as Connor Kent," he whispered, "but I'm sure Superboy has something else to say."

She moaned at his sudden tone of confidence. She loved him both as Connor Kent and as Superboy, but the latter was usually more straight forward, assertive, and, most inportantly, dominant. When she finally let go of her grip on the towel, she heard him make a low grumbling noice that vibrated against her skin as his kisses began to move up to her jawline, cheek, then mouth.

Connor planted a sweet kiss on her lips and briefly set his forhead against hers, breathing her in at that tense moment. She leaned in and continued the kiss, this time deepening it as he wrapped one of her legs around his waist; a sign than she picked up immediatly. Without breaking the passionate kiss they shared, she hoppes up and locked her anckles on his back and he moved to sit her down on the bathroom sink.

She only pulled away as she lifted off his double-striped sweater and almost ripped the buttons on his orange collared polo. He managed to undo his belt and the button on his pants in two swift moves, following it by pulling down the zipper and allowing his pants to fall down to his ankles.

"Do you wanna move outside?" She asked breathily, looking at the sweatbeads forming on his forhead.

"No," Connor replied decisively, kissing her again passionately, "I need you now."

In what seemed like only a second, he lifted her from the bathroom sink and turned her around, pressing her stomach against the granite. He moved his hands over to her gips and attacked her neck, pressing his raging hard on against her skin.

"You ready, baby?"

She nodded in desperation and watched in the mirror as an unholy smile formed on hid face. He gently entered her with ease and the unholy smile turned into a smile of relief, the sheer fevour forcing both of them to close their eyes.

"Fuck, Connor," she hissed, unable to continue her sentence as she got lost in the frenzy.

He watched the look of bliss take over her completely as he began a slow and steady rhythm. Her soft moans mixed with mumbles of his name echoing in the bathroom was all he could hear, and he couldn't complain. Connor slowly began to pick up the speed and add force, his one hand snaking up her spine to the nape of her neck. He felt her tighten every time he pushes his whole length into her and she began to rock along his with his rhythm, pushing her ass back with all her might for something rougher.

Tactfully grabbing her hair as she begged for more, he mercifully pulled her head back. "Open your eyes," he ordered sternly. "Watch me fuck you."

The sound of his voice snapped her back into reality and her eyes fluttered open at the sight if Connor, who was now red, sweaty, and hyper-focused on making sure she knows who he belonged to. They shared a heavy and sloppy kiss, their tounges battling it out as he let go of his grip on her hair. One of his hands made their way up to her chest as he squeezed her breasts together, the other one suddenly moving down to rub her clit.

"Connor, please," she whined. "You're gonna make me cum."

"Are you gonna cum all over my cock?"

She nodded in desperation once more, her eyes finally closing back tight as the muscles in her thighs began to flex.

"Say please."

"Connor, please."

"Please what?" He teased, holding back his own need to finish.

"I wanna cum. Please let me cum."

His movements on her clit grew faster at the sound of her begging, and she let out a final mian as she finally released her built up tension around him. The repetitive moans of his name was enough to send him over the edge. His knees slightly buckling as he felt himself full her to the brim.

The caps died down and the two of them looked at each other in the mirror with a look of love and lust. She turned around and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss.

"Isn't birth control grand?" She giggled.

He let out a sigh of happines, "I will never argue with you on that."

She laughed and traced his toned muscles with her fingers, looking up at him with fake innocence in her eyes. "So where did all that assertiveness come from?" She asked.

"Superboy had a good day," he winked.