kinktober | day 14: strength kink

in which kon pulls out all the stops while under the sway of red kryptonite.

TW: (potential/implied) dub/ (it can be consensual if you want!), minimal prep, rough , he's technically under the influence (of red kryptonite), semi-public , he's generally meaner and rougher, i'll just put DDNE to be safe. by extension i should add he'll be OOC

idk i was on something while writing this,,,m so tired

--OPENING MESSAGE--

Ever since he slipped on that bright red bangle, Conner's been getting a lot more...*assertive*. Both on the field and now his advances. It really comes on display when the two of you were sparring; normally he'd know when to tone it down and keep things even.

But this time Kon just wasn't interested in pulling punches for a friendly bout. It became more about making sure you knew you were beat by him. And it didn't take very long for him to prove it. Who knew that going all out would make things a lot quicker?

He wears something of a wicked smirk watching you struggle under his pin. It's cute that you think you can push back against him. The face you made when feeling his bulge press against you was even more adorable. Really, babe. You should've known better. You should've known that he'd want his prize here and now, should've expected his hand to slip under your suit before long while whispering filth in your ear.

"Don't look at me like that," Kon huffed when he caught your wide-eyed gaze. "You've been a fuckin' tease this whole time, don't act like you weren't waiting for me to fold you in half."

Which he has no trouble doing - pushing down from under your thighs until they're up and out of his way. Uncomfortable as it is, he's putting enough force to really keep you pinned under him as he works his fingers hastily in and out of you. His eyes salaciously rove over your vulnerable form, a glint of sick pride flashing briefly in the color red.

" this." He mutters and tugs his fingers out of your entrance - too impatient to bear with his raging arousal any longer. His springs out of his boxers, veiny, angry, and already pressing against your entrance.

"Be good for me and take it, yeah?" Conner drawls before more or less shoving his way inside. His hips hit yours hard enough to bruise - almost like he's punishing you. Or at the very least, trying to get you loud enough to be heard from the training room.