synopsis: heavily inspired by the rodrick x regina crackship. you and connor hook up regularly and definitely both crushing more than you let on. however, you insist on keeping it a secret in school to uphold your reputation and refuse to label anything. connor disagrees, uncaring about social status, but plays along with your faux contempt. the only moments of solace the two of you get are his visits to your bedroom.
pairing: mean girl!reader x loser!connor murphy
cw: 18+ mdni, oral f!receiving, mentions of anal sex, blowjobs and masturbation, bullying.
wordcount: 2.6k
taglist: @nozhdyved @popcorntales @museboos
pt1 | headcanons
'ew.' bethany's contoured nose wrinkled as you pulled up to the front of the school and parked, 'doesn't he know you can't smoke in school?'
'oh shut up!' replied leah snarkily as she exited the convertible, 'like you didn't "borrow" justin's vape at lunch the other week.'
the two of them bickering faded into the background as your eyes were drawn to the figure at the school gates, with the cigarette between his teeth, connor. his lank hair fell over most of his angular features, you could just make out his lips wrapped around the butt of the cancer stick. your stomach flipped as his grey eyes found you, averting eye contact and holding your head up as you strut in, a knowing smirk plastered over his face as he stamped out the last ashes of the cig.
mr matherson had a tendency to drone on in his classes, even if he could tell nobody was listening, it was as if he just liked the sound of his own pompous voice. idly chewing the end of your glittery gel pen, you glanced at your classmates. some were frantically writing down his bullshit, while others doodled in the margins, the odd football player blatantly on their phone, when a crumpled ball of paper hit your back.
'ow!' you breathe, annoyed as you pick up the item from the floor, grateful the teacher hasn't noticed as you unfurl the page.
good morning to you too princess ;)
you rolled your eyes at the scrawled handwriting, not even needing to glance behind you to know it was from connor. after a moment's contemplation on whether you should shove the scrap paper in your tiny handbag and pin it up on your bedroom mirror later, you decide to write back.
you know the rules! <3
just as you're tossing the piece of paper over your shoulder back towards him, the bell rings and the classroom fills with the sound of chairs scraping against hardwood and the rustle of books being shoved into backpacks. mr matherson's rambling cut off with startling abruptness, but before he can open his mouth to scold you all, the classroom is empty.
'and then max said he'd call me, and he so never did!' leah lamented as she stabbed her salad repeatedly with her fork, never taking a bite, 'the worst part is that i totally let him do it in the ass last time... '
you grimaced as bethany choked on her water beside you, ‘i told you he was a waste of space ever since i saw him making out with that sadie girl at your halloween party.'
‘what is it with guys and ass anyway?’ bethany mused, recovering from her coughing fit. ‘they love yours but get so touchy if you bring up theirs.’ each of you open your mouths to answer this, only to close them again silently to ponder.
‘oh my god… don't look now but that connor creep is totally staring at us.’ sneered leah and you all turn to look anyway, connor's just turned from the lunch line. tray piled high with mystery meat and scooped veg and is now walking through the hall in search of a table.
‘he's coming over!’ squeaks bethany as if she's going to be attacked, as connor slows his footsteps passing your table.
‘connor!’ you say perkily, feigning innocence as you bat your eyelashes at him.
he freezes in his tracks, murky eyes surveying the other two before locking onto you. ‘yes?.’ connor replies awkwardly.
‘this staring isn’t cute, it’s perverse. why don’t you take a picture, it’ll last longer?’ you say with saccharine sweetness, mock pouting.
his whole face turns a bright shade of tomato at your comment, taken aback. ‘wha- i-?’
‘go ahead!’ your perfect smile widens, ‘so you can tape it up onto the mouldy walls of whatever basement you crawled out of.’ the girls snickered behind their hands as you didn’t let up, connor’s hands were shaking as he gripped his lunch tray in utter humiliation.
‘please, take a seat…’ your perfectly manicured hand gestures to the seat opposite you, never breaking alluring eye contact with him, ‘which pose would be the best masturbation material for you?’ you purse your lips teasingly.
‘oh i’m okay, really.’ he shakes his head, regaining some confidence, ‘i wouldn’t want to disturb your…’ he looked down at your salads with obvious distaste, ‘lunch. besides, i’d rather not affect the obvious social hierarchy at this school and sit with you since i’m not really into breaking “class” rules like that.’ he smirked as lowered his voice so only you could hear that part. your heart sank in your chest as you realised he had got your note.
‘freak.’ muttered leah as connor shuffles off to sit alone. ‘serves him right.’
‘i know right! you totally owned him!’ giggled bethany as she reapplies lipgloss.
your face was still burning with the shame of his whispered words, impossible to bask in the glow of intimidation when you didn’t mean the harsh words you’d spat at him. guilt curdled your stomach as you forced yourself to sneak a glance at him, neither of your girlfriends looking at you. connor’s got his headphones on, head bopping to whatever rock song is being blasted into his ears, pencil lines coat the paper in front of him as he scoops food into his mouth haphazardly, he appears unbothered by your taunt and you breathe a sigh of relief.
the final bell had pealed out across the school just moments ago, the corridors were filled with excited conversations and the shuffling of feet across linoleum. widening your eyes as much as possible, you apply mascara to your long lashes, checking yourself in the pink fluffy mirror you stuck to your locker door. it’s at that moment that connor comes to collect his stuff from his grotty locker. at first, being his neighbour was frustrating, borderline disgusting at times but now you crave these brief moments of true connection, hidden by the hoards of teenagers heading home.
‘careful, you tryna take your eye out or something?’ teased connor as he unlocked his locker beside your own.
‘oh shut up!’ you pout as you slip your eyeliner to him, his fingers brushing against yours as he accepts the gift, sparks flying between you.
‘it’d be a shame as well, i think your eyes are your prettiest feature.’ he appeased as he slammed the metal door shut, before resting his his arm on your locker door and grinning.
‘really?’ you blink at him woefully, fishing for compliments exaggeratedly.
‘really.’ he repeats, instinctively de-escalating your dramatics, ‘what are you doing tonight?’ he purred, running his fingers through his hair.
‘shopping.’ you reply airily, pleased by his flattery as you fluff your hair.
‘again? baby… that’s the third time this week!’ connor pleads, eyeing you flirtatiously.
you nod, ‘bethany saw this really cute top the other week and said we just had to match!’ you squeal in excitement.
‘...right.’ he deflates, evidently not sharing your enthusiasm.
‘eek there they are!’ you smile, waving at bethany and leah from across the corridor, ‘gotta dash but i’ll see you tonight, kay?’ you say brightly, blowing connor a quick kiss.
connor playfully grabbed the kiss and stashed it in his skinny jean pocket, ‘kay.’ he mimicked quietly.
the bags of clothes were nearly falling off your arms as you dumped them beside your wardrobe, polaroids of your friends stuck to the pink doors. you sit at your desk, though it’s filled with makeup bags rather than revision guides, and start to make faces in the mirror, dissecting your beauty.
‘god i look so tired!’ you frown, as you swipe concealer under your eyes. just as you're pushing up your boobs so they'll sit nicer, there’s a knock at your window and you jump out of your unblemished skin.
‘for fuck’s sake connor! learn to use a door!’ you yell as you storm over to the glass, pushing it up to reveal him sheepishly crouched on your windowsill.
‘i don’t think either of us want me meeting your mom.’ he wrinkled his nose in disgust at the thought as he hopped down into your bedroom.
‘we’d never get out of that conversation…’ you concede with a frown before looking him up and down, ‘at least take those horrid boots off, you’re ruining the carpet!’
‘yes ma'am.’ he teases lightly, unlacing and tossing them aside, much to your annoyance.
you pout in exaggerated upset and connor grins, stepping towards you, hands cupping your face, ‘i missed you too.’ he murmurs soothingly, before pressing a sweet kiss to your lined lips.
reassured and in the privacy of your bedroom, you hungrily kiss him back. your soft hands tangle in his tousled hair, bodies pressed impossibly close to each other.
‘i’m sorry about earlier. at lunch.’ you whisper as the kiss breaks, a pang of guilt still residing in your chest.
‘no you’re not.’ connor scoffs in response, shrugging as he nips at your neck, sucking a dark mark near your collarbone.
‘yes i am!’ you retort, outraged. ‘c’mon connor please, you know i don’t mean it!’
‘i know.’ he smirks before laughing, ‘i just like hearing you grovel for forgiveness.’
‘i do not grovel! that was hardly a grovel!’ you protest, pouting further.
‘okay, alright, i forgive you.’ he placates, his smile turning sincere as he presses his lips to yours again, hands finding your hips.
your hands rest around his neck as the kiss deepens, open mouthed with tongues fighting for dominance. connor’s slowly pushing you towards your four-poster bed till your tumbling backwards onto the sheets, him crawling on top, capturing kisses between every slight moment of movement.
with utter reverence, connor starts to kiss down your body, tongue lavishing over your collarbone, hands dipping low, pushing the fabric of your skirt up around thighs. he relished in every shared smile, every small whine or giggle that fell from your lips as he continued his ministrations, even the way you’d tug at his hair dominantly to bring his lips back up to yours. it was stolen evenings like these that reminded connor he was born to worship you.
‘i’m just so not a groveller, you know?’ you huff and connor’s blissful spell is immediately shattered.
‘still on this, baby?’ he mutters as he buries his face between your thighs, though he knew his comments were useless, you’d plow on with your rant regardless.
‘and it wasn’t even a proper grovel, like begging on your knees.’ comes your shrill whine even as connor presses a kiss to your upper thigh, eyeing your pussy behind your pink thong with hunger, ‘you should be the one doing all of that since i’m so out of your league.’
‘mmm.’ connor replied noncommittedly as he peels your thong off, tossing it aside onto your fluffy rug, focus now solely on your glistening cunt before him, that perfect bud just start to peek out from under the hood.
‘you should be counting yourself lucky i’d even go out with you!’ you grumble indignantly and connor shoots you a warning look, hands gripping your thighs.
‘well you should.’ you repeat, though your words are softer now, a teasing grin on your face that soothes him, alongside your hand reaching out to toy with his hair. connor’s teenage hormones win out and he returns to your cunt, licking a long, playful stripe up your folds and your hips buck in response.
connor starts to suck at your delicate clit, feeling it engorge under his tongue. you grip the sheets, breath hitching as he continues his ministrations. he catches sight of your facial expression, lips parted as you pant and eyes squeezed shut and he laughs, the sound vibrating against your slit and only increasing the sensation.
‘you know…’ you breathe and connor’s heart skipped a beat, waiting to hear your impassioned words as he diligently licked at the growing wetness on your folds.
‘...bethany’s ex never once ate her out when they were together.’ connor groaned in mild annoyance but was spurred on by your sweet juices hitting his tongue as he licked a long stripe up your pussy again.
‘which is so crazy, right? but the crazier thing is she stayed with him for way longer than the should’ve. like, she’d spend all of lunch going on and on about him and me and bethany just didn’t care!’ you continued to gossip, seemingly unbothered by connor’s tongue entering you.
‘and she’d totally sucked his dick a hundred times, which is so gross and he still wouldn’t do it, like i bet girls taste way better than boys. besides, that’s a fair exchange, right?’ you lamented, though your legs were shaking as connor devoured your pussy hungrily, tongue thrusting against your inner walls.
‘little busy here, baby.’ connor murmured against your cunt, pushing your thighs further apart to give himself better access.
‘right…’ you mused and for a brief moment you let the feeling of connor tongue-fucking you, gripping his hair and pushing him closer so he suffocates against your slick folds and you moan.
‘well i think it’s fair anyway. but she just would not listen, she’d cry and cry at lunch and we’d have to console her like we were her therapist, it was so embarrassing!’ your noses scrunches up in disgust as you retell the sorry tale, ‘and the worst part is, he cheated on her with some slut from his chemistry class.’
‘uh huh.’ came connor’s muffled reply as he nosed your clit, tongue still buried inside you.
you open your mouth to continue but all that comes out is, ‘oh- oh- right there-’ and connor’s thrusts pick up again, the tip of his tongue hitting your g-spot repeatedly.
‘why would you go out with a guy who’s not a- ngh- munch? and for so- ah- long?’ you whimper and connor smirked against your cunt, taking the faint praise, before increasing the pace of his thrusts, his hands stabilising your shaking thighs.
without warning, your orgasm crashes over you, fluid gushing out of your pussy and connor eagerly lapped it up, suckling at your folds in a drunken fashion. your back arches, moans spilling from your lips. ‘fuuuucckkk’ you announce as your head swims with overwhelming pleasure, feeling a wet spot growing on your sheets.
as your heartbeat slows and breathing returns to normal, connor looks up from his position between your thighs, your juices dripping drown his chin and he’s grinning deliriously and you smirk back, delighted.
‘i don’t know. sounds like bethany’s loss to me.’ connor answers your rant gruffly, crawling up towards your face so your noses are inches away from each other and his body moulds perfectly into yours.
‘come here.’ you whisper as your pouted lips press against his, tasting your own orgasm on his tongue, the kiss turning heady and hot within seconds and the judgemental world melts away, the only thing that matters is his chest pressed to yours and this tender moment.
connor breaks the kiss to catch his breath, flopping onto your silk sheets beside you and running his fingers through his long hair.
‘connor?’ you say sweetly after a few minutes, batting your eyelashes at him.
‘yeah?’ his grin is easy, turning to face you with pure adoration.
‘you really should go before my mom sees you.’ you say awkwardly and if connor’s heart sinks, he doesn’t show it.
he slides off your bed with ease, rescuing his boots from wherever he tossed them earlier and pulling them on. connor sits on the windowsill and blows you a kiss, which you catch and press to your heart cheesily, before he jumps down to the grassy ground. you breathe out and wonder how much longer you can keep this facade up, and how you were going to clean your sheets.
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