Addicted (Connor Murphy x Reader)
TW: swearing, anD TERRIBLE WRITING HOLY MOLY IM SORRY, drug mentions lowkey
Requested: i cant find the ask, but someone did ask for this !! i am so sorry !!
Insomnia ran through your veins. It pumped through your body like hot blood, pinning your eyes open and your mind racing. You swore that on sleepless nights like these, you were capable of running a marathon. It was as if the moment the sky turned dark, your brain flickered on like a flashlight. Your bedroom spoke gloomily, offering you a place of comfort. You never felt the need to leave your kingdom of pillows. All that you craved was for someone to cure your feeling of being lonesome.
Groaning, you reached your hand out of your cotton cocoon. You grabbed your phone, unlocking it. The bright screen hissed at you, forcing one of your eyes to shut in need of protection.
Cant sleep. What r u doing?
Nvm u don’t have a choice … I will be there in 5 xx
Connor kept his promise and arrived to your bedroom window in five minutes flat. He swung his skinny leg into your room, landing on his feet gracefully. His thick boots made a clop sound. He reached up and brushed his hair out of his eyes, looking over at you.
“Shut the window, it’s making me cold,” you shivered from your warm blankets.
Connor chuckled, obeying your wish. Latching the window shut, he kicked off his heavy boots and threw his jacket onto the floor.
“You make a mess everywhere you go,” you murmured against your duvet.
“I know, I know,” he chuckled lowly, whilst climbing into your bed. The rough material of his skinny jeans scratched the cotton blankets. The sound and feeling of his body weight sinking into the mattress beside you; always put you at ease. Connor nuzzled up to you, laying his nose into to the crook of your neck. He exhaled softly, his breath tickling your ear.
Taking in a deep breath, you were comforted by his essence. The smell of Old Spice cologne and cigarette mixed together in harmony. His skin was warm, contrary to the cold clothing that hung on his lanky frame. You looked down at him. His hair was sticking up in funny places. His locks were frizzy and looked wirey to the touch. But only you would know that they were soft like virgin lamb’s wool.
“Why are you looking at me? Is something wrong?” he peeked his head out from your shoulder.
“No,” you stopped him, before his mind ran wild with a negative thought. “You’re just… You’re beautiful.”
Connor cracked the smallest of smiles. He moved his hand to run it through your hair.
“That’s my line,” he reminded you, with a wink.
You smiled softly, running your hand up and down his jawline. You admired every inch of his face. His coarse eyebrows, the wrinkles that appear on the corner of his eyes, his nose, his mouth. You ran your hand over all of his features. The moment your fingertips landed on his bottom lip, he placed a gentle kiss. You watched him intesnly. His mousy smile appeared. He grabbed your hand and kissed every fingertip, then placed a kiss on the palm of your hand.
“I’m so in love with you… it’s bad,” he chuckled to himself.
“How could loving someone be bad?” you question him in a whisper, pulling him closer to you.
“I’ve never been so fucking addicted. It’s like- God, it’s like when you first get high. The sensation builds and takes you to a place that you’ve never been. Then you just want more. You constantly crave to get back up to that high; falling in love with the drug. And fuck- I don’t know… that’s you. Your kisses bring me to that high. Your smile makes me want more. I just love every inch of you. I always want more. I can never get enough,” he breathed out his speel so fast, that it almost seemed like your dreamed the whole thing.
“I love you, Connor Murphy. More than you could ever imagine,” you pressed a hard kiss to his mouth, tangling your hands in his locks.
After pulling away, Connor intertwined his limbs with yours, pulling you into his body.
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