Reader | Connor x Stacey | 18+ Only | NSFW |
Request: “Okay so I had this idea that
maybe you and your friend are drinking at the bar for the first time and Murphy
is heart eyes because you were drop dead gorgeous and seemed to not only be
able to handle drinking but also fought off a guy that was bothering you and
your friend. When your friend goes home with some cute guy Connor tells him to
talk to you and stuff and you guys go home and have some freaky deaky time lol
maybe some cuddles and he asks you out on a date in the morning??”
Summary: The reader catches Murphy’s eye
at a bar and her friend Stacey picks up a liking to Connor. The two get
friendly with the guys when someone at the bar makes a move on the reader.
Murphy and Connor teach them a lesson and smutty smuttiness ensues. I didn’t
get around to him asking her on a date at the end, but sort of implies they
will be together. End game Murphy smut turned out a lot longer than intended,but I doubt I’ll hear complaints ;) Feedback welcome! <3
angrily and looked at your friend in dismay.
There’s no place to sit!” You complained loudly over the sound of the drunken
chatter and the jukebox rattling out some old Irish tune.
Stacey laughed and rolled her eyes light heartedly at you. She knew you had had
a shit day. You had just quit your job unable to take your bosses shit anymore.
That is why you were standing here, your hair drenched from the dismal drizzle
outside, staring over at the see of smiling drunken faces, wishing you had felt
even half as good.
Stacey tugged at your arm, “Look! Someone is leaving! Let’s go grab that
You groan a
little, still not wanting to be surrounded by people, but needing a damn drink!
You follow her begrudgingly across the smoke filled room to a small two person
table that sat adjacent to the long wooden bar. You glanced around to the bar
and put up your index finger, trying to get the bartender’s attention. You
succeed and an older gentlemen with short white hair and square shaped glasses
back his way over to your table.
“What can I
get ya? Fuck!” He called out suddenly, his eyes blinking rapidly as he stared
heard him right? You thought to yourself. But, quickly shut It off, you didn’t
even honestly care you just wanted to feel something other than pissed off.
“Can I get a
double shot of Vodka with some limes?” You smile politely and then
quickly slam your hand on the table.
what? Fuck it! Just bring the whole damn bottle over.” You said smirking,
feeling yourself finally loosening into the idea of cutting lose and enjoying
over at Stacey who smiles in happy approval before turning her attention to the
older gentleman in front of her, “I’ll have the same.”
nodded rapidly and walked away, “Fuck! Shit! They can drink!” You heard two
heard him mutter to himself as he walked away.
at your friend and cocked your head to the side quizzically at the man’s
behavior. Stacey shrugged and you both leaned into each other to have a little
quickly came back over and set down a big bottle of vodka along with two ice
filled glasses before walking back behind the bar to serve his many other
it up and tipped it at him, “Thank you good sir!” Nodding your head down as if
you were one of the elite pricks you used to have to cater to, you giggled to
yourself and went about opening the bottle and pouring you both big glasses
full of the sweet elixir.
your glass in your hand and raise it toward your friend, who mirrors your
behavior, awaiting you words.
“To a night
of I don’t give a fuck antics, girl! I need it! That fucking job can kiss my
ass and so can my boss! Which he has tried to do several times despite me
telling him to fuck off! Nothing better than having to fend off unwanted
attention while kissing the ass of the corporate elite! So here’s to new
beginning and knowing that I will never have my ass grabbed by that prick ever
again!” You slam your glass into Stacey’s, who laughs at your sudden
determination, and throw the alcohol swiftly down your throat.
pour yourself anything one and repeat, laughing a little as you felt the
firewater run down your throat and loosen every cell in your body. You kicked
out of your high heels, never liking having to wear them, and begin to rub the
soles of your feet up and down on the wooden floor, loving the feeling of them
being free from those contorted contraptions.
more of the liquid down your throat before slamming it back down. You slam your
hands up and down on the table as you watch Stacey trying to catch up, cheering
her on, “That a girl!” You smile and laugh loudly at her and pour her and
You begin to
relax into your environment, slumping back in your chair a little, allowing
your eyes to roam the room. You glance around and see several tables filled
with your typical 9 to 5 blue collared, good time boys making the most of the
few hours of freedom they had before having to go back to the salt mines.
Rowdy, drunk men filled the room and you started to realize there weren’t very
many women, you saw a couple that were obviously there with their man, but you
realized you two where the only ones in here alone.
male to female ratio in this place is crazy.” You look over at Stacey who
laughs to herself and winks, “Why do you think I brought you here?”
and looked down at the table, embarrassed. You knew Stacey had been trying to
get you laid for months now since you had broken up with whats-his-name. But
work’s bullshit had kept you far too busy, not to mention you had more than
enough issues trusting a man would ever stick around.
girl, I don’t know. It has been so long I might not even remember how it goes.”
You say sarcastically, still looking down as you smirk to yourself.
another gulp of your drink and lift your eyes, allowing them to scan around the
room with a different intention. Would you take any one of these guys home
tonight? Could you? You scanned their faces and bodies, nothing really sparking
your interesting. Your eyes move back over to the bartender who suddenly cusses
out loudly, you laugh quizzically to yourself again before noticing a pair of
eyes on you. Your eyes look slightly to the right of the bartender and you see
a man with piercing dark blue eyes staring at you as if he were angry, he bite
his lip and swirled his shot of whiskey in his hand as he glared you down.