Fuck You (Connor Murphy x Female!Reader Smut)
A/N: This is my first smut so yikes I’m sorry if it sucks and I want to send a special thanks to @problematicc-favs for encouraging me to write this, if you’re not already following them you should be cause they’re the real MVP
Summary: An argument between you and Connor leads to something much more heated
Warnings: smut, probably bad writing, got lazy at the end, ??? Idk what else to put here please tell me if there’s something I need to add!
“The hell are you doing here?”
You jumped slightly, glaring over your shoulder when you recognized the voice. Connor Murphy. “Zoe invited me. What, did you think I decided to come over and rob you of all your water bottles?” You nudged the fridge door shut with your foot and unscrewed the cap on the bottle you had just taken out.
Without the light coming from inside the fridge the kitchen was dark, you could barely make out Connor’s silhouette. “If Zoe invited you then shouldn’t you be with her?” He sounded almost offended that you had run into him.
“If I had known I would run into you,” you took a swig of water before setting the bottle on the counter beside you “I would’ve opted to stay in her room and watch her sleep.” His eyes narrowed at you, clearly irritated.
Before you knew what had happened, Connor had grabbed hold of your wrist and was dragging you towards his room, grumbling angrily under his breath.
“Connor, what the fuck is your problem?!” You whisper yelled once he closed the door to his room in an attempt to keep from waking up the entire household.
“My problem is you! You just think you’re so fucking perfect, everyone else does too. My entire family seems to think you’re some kind of fucking angel!” He shouted, gesturing wildly as he did so.
“Maybe you just gave them low standards.” You retorted with a satisfied smirk, you knew you probably shouldn’t have but you couldn’t help it. He looked kinda hot when he was irritated.
Connor walked towards you, backing you up against the wall. “You’re so….” he looked down to see you smirking at him and for a moment and seemed to lose all self control. He pushed your shoulders into the wall and let out a small growl before he leaned in to connect his mouth with yours.
You were surprised to say the least, but you weren’t complaining. You kissed him back, moving your hands to grab fistfuls of his shirt.
“Get on the bed.” Connor said firmly as he pulled away from you. You didn’t think to argue and moved to sit on the edge of his bed. “I’m so fucking tired of you acting like you’re in a position of power all the time,” he mumbled as he tried to undo his shirt buttons angrily “its long overdue for someone to teach you a lesson.”
Your eyes widened slightly as he made his way over to you, you hadn’t been anticipating this when you came over tonight and half of you was wondering how you’d got into this situation. All your doubts subsided however when you felt his lips on yours again, taking advantage of your shocked expression and slipping his tongue into your mouth. His hands made their way under your shirt in no time, pushing it up and pulling away for a moment to remove it completely.
“Connor..” you whined quietly as he moved his mouth down to your neck. He bit down on you when he heard you say his name, causing your hand to move up into his hair as you let out a moan. You swear you could feel him smirking into your neck while his hands found their way to rest on your chest.
He reached behind your back to undo your bra, damn he really wasn’t wasting any time. You felt yourself being pushed back down onto the bed. “Don’t move. Got it? If you do I’m leaving you like this.” You nodded furiously, earning an amused chuckle from Connor. “Good girl.” He said condescendingly. You tried not to to let it show how much that small praise effected you.
Connor leaned down and started leaving open mouthed kisses down your jawline and continuing towards your chest, reaching one of his hands down to rest on your thigh. “Please….” you whimpered quietly, pressing your legs together, desperate for some attention between your legs.
He liked you begging, he rolled his hips lightly so you could barely feel his erection press against your crotch. Connor listened to your whines for a little longer, teasing you by moving his fingers along your thigh, achingly close to where you wanted him. “Please.” You say again and he gives in.
Connor sat up and hooked his fingers under your underwear, pulling them and your pants down with one tug. You shiver slightly at the feeling of being exposed and he moved his hand up your thigh and then between them, feeling how wet you were. “Damn, you must be really desperate for me right now. Maybe you’re the one with low standards.” He smirked, obviously proud of his effect on you.
You gasped when you felt him slip a finger inside of you, curling it agonizingly slow. “Fuck, Connor,” you said breathlessly, trying to think of something witty to say but coming up blank. He added a second finger and you closed your eyes to take in the feeling. He moved his fingers at a faster pace, his eyes locked on your face to study your expression. You groaned loudly and he closed his eyes, reaching down to his crotch and rubbing himself through his jeans.
Connor grew impatient and removed his fingers from you. Your eyes flew open and you let out a whimper at the feeling of him leaving you, only to be greeted with the sight of him moving his fingers to his mouth to clean them off. He moved to a drawer and pulled out a condom before looking at you, silently looking for permission. You nod your head slightly and watch as he pulls his pants down and puts the condom on before returning to you.
He moved on top of you and kissed you again, it was still a rough kiss but…there was almost a sense of sincerity in it. He lined himself up with you and pushed into you slowly. Your hand flew into his hair again, forgetting all about his previous command not to move, he didn’t seem to care. You tugged on his hair lightly, earning a moan from him, it seemed to spur him on and he seemed to pick up his pace and thrust into you.
After awhile you could feel yourself start to build and dug your nails into his back. He could tell you were getting closer and began going harder. “You think you’re so. Fucking. Perfect.” He practically growled, punctuating each of the last three words with a rough thrust of his hips. It sent you over the edge and you came moaning his name, taking him with you.
He remained on top of you, panting for a moment before getting up and disposing of the condom. Connor laid down beside you.
“Fuck you.” He mumbled and moved his hair out of his face.
“You just did.” You said rather seriously before glancing over at him.
Your eyes met for a moment, calm for the first time that night and you both let out a genuine laugh.