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“I don’t want to go to this.”
You just laugh, adjusting the snug bowtie around his neck. “Conner, what are you talking about? You love parties.”
“Yeah but this isn’t a party, it’s a gala.” he grumbles, sounding more like a petulant child than a Kryptonian who could bench press a country.
“What’s the difference?”
Kon sputters dramatically like you’d just said the craziest thing ever. He quickly tugs off his bowtie for dramatic effect.
“Hey-” you try to protest.
“You don’t have to wear a bowtie to a party! You just get to drink and have fun and party. A stupid stuffy gala isn’t a party!” He starts to pace and you just watch him with crossed arms. “I knew that the rich people stuff comes with dating a Wayne but babe c’mon, a suit? A bowtie? I need my leather, I need my jewelry-”
“You need a lobotomy, you’re being incredibly dramatic.”
“You-” he pokes your nose. “You are mean.”
“Yes and incredibly patient. Now can you please stay still so I can put this tie back on?”
He squints at you for a few more seconds before finally giving up and placing a quick kiss on your nose, as if soothing it from his little poke, and standing still. “Yes, fine.”
“You look very handsome in a suit. Just by the way.”
His annoyance melts away into a cocky pride. “Oh yeah?”
You just chuckle and shake your head, fingers working deftly until the piece of fabric once more makes a bow.
“There you go. Ready?”
“Hold on, hold on!” He tugs you in front of him so he can turn you towards the full length mirror and stare at yourselves. He looks you over a thousand times with a grin on his face before speaking again. “Are we not the absolute hottest couple you’ve ever seen?”
You run your hands down the fabric of your outfit, admiring yourself a moment. It’s not something you allow yourself to do often, you're not exactly vain. But Kon is nothing if not a bad influence. He finds himself rather handsome and finds you absolutely breathtaking. And he never shuts up about either fact.
“I do look good, don’t I?”
He chuckles and wraps his arms tightly around your middle. “You’re goddamn right you do.”
He begins to leave kisses down the side of your neck, making you melt into his arms, but you can’t let it go on for too long or you’ll never leave this room.
“Okay, okay, come on. I don’t want to be late, B will have my head.”
“Mm.” he groans against your skin, attempting to suck one last mark into it. “Five more minutes.”
You moan quietly, losing your will power under all his attention but a glance in the mirror makes you snap out of it. “CONNER!”
He looks up like a scolded child. “W-what?”
“Look!” You rush up close to the mirror, pressing your fingers to the wet mark on your neck that has already begun to turn purple.
“What?” he mutters sheepishly.
“What the fuck do you mean, what? You gave me a fucking hickey 5 minutes before my father’s gala!”
“Maybe no one’ll notice.”
“It’s massive!”
“Then say it’s a burn or a bruise or something.”
“Oh just say it’s a bruise? That’s your solution? Oh sure, Batman will buy that one.” You scoff sarcastically and examine the mark again in the mirror.
“Geez okay, sorry. Don’t have to be a bitch about it.” he grumbles under his breath. As soon as he says it, he knows he fucked up. “Wait-”
“What the fuck did you just call me?”
“N-nothin, I just-”
“So I don’t want to flash a hickey around and I’m a bitch?”
“That’s not what I meant, you know that. I just wanted- well I wanted to just show some love and you’re yelling at me and stuff.”
“I wasn’t yelling. I’m annoyed.”
“Well so am I but I’m not yelling.”
“You threw a tantrum like 5 minutes ago.”
“See?” he gestures to you. “That’s the bitchiness thing.”
You don’t even reply to him. Just take a deep breath and walk right past him to sit at your vanity and attempt to cover the hickey with some leftover concealer.
“Baby-”
“Don’t.” you cut him off sharply.
✧ ✧ ✧
The entire car ride was incredibly awkward. You both were still completely pissed and stubborn as you are, refusing to apologize first.
“Ah you look wonderful.” Bruce greets with a smile that means ‘Brucie’ is already a few drinks in.
You smile back, though yours is far more forced. “Thanks, Dad.”
He gives you a hug and pulls back, keeping his hands on your shoulders. “You okay?”
“Oh, nothing some champagne won’t fix.” you reply, quickly swiping a glass off a waiter’s passing tray.
Bruce just nods and doesn’t pry further.
“Conner, how are you, lad?”
“Thirsty.” Kon mumbles bitterly.
“Well okay then.” Bruce replies a bit awkwardly.
After several more painful moments, Bruce excuses himself to greet some more guests and get himself away from the fighting couple.
You look at anything except Kon. The ballroom is full of festive and extravagant holiday spirit. All the glasses are crystal and carefully carved with leaves and doves. The whole room is a warm glow with candles and various string lights. And of course, at the head of the room is the 60 foot tree that Bruce will ceremoniously light later as is the tradition for the annual Wayne Family Christmas Gala.
You’d think it’d be enough to foster some kind of happy feeling but nope. You’re still pissed.
“I’m going to say hi to some friends.” You say with complete disinterest.
Kon sucks his teeth. “What friends?”
You scoff and walk away. “Whatever Kon.”
He should apologize. It’s Christmastime, he should man up and apologize for being such an ass. But he doesn’t of course. He just watches you go.
✧ ✧ ✧
Kon puts back his 5th champagne of the night (thank you Kryptonian alcohol tolerance).
“Kon! How are you!” Dick exclaims, happy (and tipsy) as ever with an eager clap on his back.
“What’s up, Dick?”
“Oh nothin, nothin. Daddy dearest brought out the good stuff for this one didn’t he?” Dick slurs, leaning very close to Kon’s face while he speaks.
“Mhm, very good.” Kon replies. He can smell it on Dick’s breath.
“You don’t seem like the gala type. What brought ya here?”
Kon chuckles. “I’m not. I’ve got a date.”
“Oh yeah. Who?”
Kon tilts his head in confusion. Why the hell wouldn’t your own brother know you were here together…
His own question is answered when he sees you across the room with some dude. And you’re laughing. What the fuck could Four-eyes McVeneers be seeing that’s so damn funny?
Kon’s grip on his glass tightens as he watches the scene unfold. You seem to be invested in this conversation and this fucking guy, oh this guy! What the hell is he thinking talking to someone’s date all night? Doesn’t he know you’re taken? Didn’t you tell him?
Don’t you dare. Don’t. You. dare.
Kon shatters the glass when he sees the man rest a hand on the small of your back and lean in to whisper something in your ear.
“Woah! Y-your glass- your hand okay?” Dick stumbles over the words drunkenly and tries to take a look at Kon’s hand, forgetting completely about Kon’s powers in an adorable attempt to make sure he’s unharmed.
Kon huffs and sets him against the bar. “Just stay there, alright?
He storms his way through the party, shoving past whatever rich bastard he has to to get to you. When he does he flashes a downright dangerous glare at the guy who was talking to you and shoves him away. “Excuse me sir.”
Before you can say a word, he pulls your face up and devours your mouth with a mix of burning jealousy and guilt from your fight, kissing you until you can hardly stand.
When you both pull away, you’re breathless and he’s starving. He drags you out the gala, down the hall towards the bathroom, practically ripping the door off its hinges. “Get in.”
You don’t even attempt arguing with him.
Quickly he tears off your clothes and pulls down his pants all the while, kissing you completely stupid.
“Co-condom?” he barely manages to ask.
You shake your head. “My bag’s in the coatcheck room.”
“Then I guess I better be careful.”
Before you can reply he flips you around and bends you over the sink. He wastes no time, teasing you for a few seconds before inching in. You have to bite down on your arm to silence the loud moans.
“What the hell were you thinking?” he grunts out between thrusts. “We get into one fight and you think you can just flirt with other guys?”
“I wasnt- fuck!- I wasn’t flirting.” You stammer, resting your head down against the cold marble of the sink while he pummels you from behind.
He grabs your hair, not tight enough to hurt but enough to lift your head back up to face the mirror, making you watch as he fucks you. “Well that guy thought you were flirting.”
You moan a few times before you manage to speak. “So what? I’m not with him.”
“No. You’re. Not.” He huffs, working up a sweat as he slams into you to punctuate each word, biting back a grin at how noisy you’re beginning to sound. “You know I’m sorry about the stupid hickey.
“I-I-I- fuck-” you take a few shaky breaths, trying to get your brain to function while completely cock drunk, “I know.”
“Damn right you do.” He adjusts his grip on your hips and somehow starts drilling you harder.
“Kon!”
“That’s right. Say my name. That’s your date tonight, that’s who you love.”
“Oh Kon! Fuck! Kon!”
His movements start to falter as he gets close. “Just like that baby. You know I love you.”
“I-mm! I love you too, Kon.”
He pounds into a few more times until you both cum violently. His hands grip your hips tight while he cums inside, keeping you upright when your knees buckle beneath you.
Kon sighs, kissing your shoulder before folding over top of you and sighing in satisfaction. “Merry Christmas, baby.”
“Yeah, yeah.” You grumble. “Merry Christmas, idiot.”