Author's Notes: My second tribute to JLA Year One as Hal gets the woman he's thirsting over in the first days of the Justice League

Hal's gaze was locked onto Dinah, his heart pounding in his chest like a drum. The way her leather costume hugged her figure, accentuating every curve, was driving him wild. Her full breasts, the soft flush of her cheeks, and those irresistible golden curls were a sight to behold. Dinah Lance, aka Black Canary, was the sexiest woman he'd ever laid eyes on, and he couldn't take it anymore.

As soon as the Justice League meeting adjourned, Hal swiftly moved towards Dinah, his fingers wrapping around her slender shoulders. With a gentle tug, he led her into the nearest closet, the door closing behind them with a soft click.

"Lantern," Dinah hissed, her voice barely audible over the rush of blood in Hal's ears. He silenced her with a firm hand over her mouth, his other hand snaking around her waist. A muffled noise escaped her as he pressed her against the wall, her eyes widening in surprise.

With a flick of his wrist, Hal's Green Lantern ring sprang to life, creating green chains that bound Dinah's wrists to the wall. Her breath hitched as she watched him, her eyes darkening with desire. Hal's hand slid down her body, coming to rest between her legs. She squirmed against his touch, a soft moan escaping her lips.

"What do you say, blondie?" Hal whispered, his voice low and husky. "Ready for a bit of green yet?"

Dinah's heart was pounding in her chest, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. She'd been trying to resist Hal's advances, but his arrogance was a turn-on she couldn't ignore. And now, with his hand pressed against her, she realized she was ready to give in.

Hal's fingers slipped beneath the waistband of Dinah's leather pants, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through her body. She moaned as he stroked her, her body responding to his touch with an almost desperate need. Hal chuckled, a wicked gleam in his eye.

"You're so fucking wet for me, Dinah," he growled, his voice sending a shiver down her spine. "You want this as much as I do."

Dinah nodded, unable to speak as Hal continued to touch her. Her body was on fire, every nerve ending tingling with anticipation. She wanted him, needed him, and she wasn't going to deny it any longer.

Hal's fingers slid inside of her, eliciting a gasp from Dinah. She was tight, wet, and ready for him. He grinned, his cock straining against his pants as he pumped his fingers in and out of her. Dinah's breath hitched, her body trembling with need.

"Fuck, Hal," she moaned, her voice barely more than a whisper. "Please."

Hal withdrew his fingers, leaving Dinah wanting more. She whimpered in protest, her eyes pleading with him. He smirked, his green eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Not yet, blondie," he said, his voice teasing. "First, I want to taste you."

Dinah's eyes widened in surprise as Hal dropped to his knees in front of her. He pulled her leather pants down, exposing her to his gaze. She was soaking wet, her pussy glistening with arousal. Hal's tongue flicked out, tasting her, and she moaned loudly.

He lapped at her, his tongue flicking against her clit as he fucked her with his fingers. Dinah's legs trembled, her body on the verge of orgasm. Hal could feel it, could taste it, and it drove him wild.

"Cum for me, Dinah," he growled, his voice deep and commanding. "Come on my fucking tongue."

Dinah obeyed, her body convulsing with pleasure as she came. Hal lapped at her, savoring the taste of her as she rode out her orgasm. When she finally came down, he stood up, his cock aching with need.

"Fuck me, Hal," Dinah whispered, her voice barely audible. "I want you inside of me."

Hal didn't need to be told twice. He lifted Dinah up, her legs wrapping around his waist as he pressed himself against her. She was so wet, so ready, and he couldn't wait any longer.

With one swift thrust, he was inside of her. Dinah gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders as he began to fuck her. It was rough, hard, and exactly what they both needed.

Hal's hands gripped Dinah's ass, pulling her closer as he thrust deeper into her. The sound of their skin slapping together filled the small space, mingling with Dinah's moans and Hal's grunts. She could feel every inch of him, and it was driving her wild.
"Fuck, Hal," Dinah panted, her head thrown back against the wall. "Harder."
Hal obliged, his movements becoming more frantic as he chased his release. Dinah's legs tightened around him, her pussy clenching around his dick as she neared her own climax. She could feel the familiar tingling sensation building in her core, and she knew she was close.
Hal leaned in, capturing Dinah's lips in a rough kiss as he continued to fuck her. His tongue darted into her mouth, dueling with hers as he thrust harder and deeper. Dinah moaned into his mouth, her nails digging into his back as she came undone.
Hal felt her pussy convulse around him, and it was enough to send him over the edge. With a guttural groan, he came inside of her, his cum filling her up as he collapsed against her.
They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies pressed together as they caught their breath. Hal finally pulled out, both of them wincing at the sensation. He set Dinah down, her legs shaky as she tried to regain her footing.
"Damn, Hal," Dinah breathed, a satisfied smile on her face. "That was fucking amazing."
Hal smirked, adjusting his clothing as he looked at her. "Glad you enjoyed it, Canary."

Dinah rolled her eyes, but she couldn't help but return his smile. "I'll let you know if I need another round."
Hal raised an eyebrow, a wicked glint in his eye. "Oh, I'm sure you will."
Dinah just laughed, shaking her head. They exchanged a knowing look before Hal unchained her from the wall.
As they left the closet, Dinah couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. She had always known that Hal had a wild side, but she had never experienced it firsthand until now. And she had to admit, it was fucking hot.