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⛧ kinktober day six... size kink starring connor murphy
warnings: drug use, smut obvi, size kink, lowkey intoxication kink if you squint hard, kinda corruption kink idk, no p in v, dry humping
wc: 1.7k
notes: neighbor connor.......... hello...........
the walls in your building are thin. you learned that the first week you moved in, when the pipes groaned like something alive, when laughter from upstairs carried down the vents, when someone played too loud music at 2 am. but none of that compared to the sound of your neighbor’s door slamming three nights in a row. connor murphy lived across the hall. he drifted in and out, late, always late, with the scent of smoke clinging to his jacket and something restless in his eyes. you didn’t know him, not really, but there was something magnetic about him. he knocked the first time by accident. it was almost midnight, your lights dim, music playing low. you opened the door, and it was him. his hoodie too big, one hand braced on the frame, the other pushing through his hair. "sorry," he said, voice rough, "kinda drunk, thought this was my place." it wasn’t convincing. you smiled anyway, because there was something soft about the edges of his exhaustion. "you’re across the hall," you said. he nodded, gaze flicking over you like he wasn’t sure he should. he turned, stumbling back to his own apartment without another word.
the next time, it was the middle of the day, sunlight streaming through your blinds as you tidied up. he knocked gently, then a bit harder when you didn’t respond. you expected the landlord, maybe, or maintence, but not him. you padded over, pulling the door open, smiling up at him when the initial confusion passed. “hey,” you smiled, “what’s up?” “oh, i was just wondering if you had any extra trash bags,” he seemed embarrassed, “i forgot to get them at the store and i’ve gotta get it out for trash day.” “oh, totally!” you stepped back from the door, gesturing him inside, “i’ll go get them, make yourself at home.” he stepped inside, awkwardly, glancing around your living room curiously as you disappeared into the kitchen. you returned with a bundle of trash bags, “hey, what’s your name, by the way?” you asked, passing them to him. “connor,” he said stiffly, “yours?” you told him, hoping your smiles may disarm him, help him to relax even a bit, “well it’s nice to formally meet you, connor. feel free to come by anytime if you need anything.” he looked down at you, gaze meeting yours for just a blink, “yeah, uh, okay. see you around.” with that, he exited, the door creaking behind him, the smell of smoke and woody cologne lingering in the room.
the third time you saw him, he was sitting on the stairway balcony outside, his legs dangling over the edge and a joint hanging from his lips. “oh, hey connor,” you smiled, keys dangling from your fingers. “hey,” he looked up at you, eyes hazy, “what’s up?” “just ran some errands,” you watched as he tapped the joint onto the balcony, the ash forming a little pile. “you smoke?” “oh, no,” you laughed, shaking your head, “definitely not.” “figured,” he grinned, and your heart fluttered, “you look like a little goody two shoes.” “do not,” you scrunched your nose, “i’ve just never done it.” “you can hit this, if you want,” he patted the spot beside him, “i’ll teach you.” you hesitated before slowly sitting down, legs crossed, shoulder brushing his slightly. his eyes met yours, and you notice the spot of brown in one of his irises. “hi,” you exhaled, smiling shyly. “hey,” he swallowed, and you watched as his throat bobbed, “you should, uh, only hit it a couple times, since it’s your first time.” “yeah, that seems smart,” there was a slight tinge of embarrassment at the vulnerability of the moment, “so do i just, like, inhale it?” “yeah,” he cleared his throat, blinking quickly, before holding the joint close to your lips, pinched between two chipped polish coated fingertips, “just inhale slowly,” he murmured, voice low. you nodded, parting your lips and tentatively taking a drag.
you coughed, nose scrunching, covering your mouth self consciously. “you okay?” he asked, watching you, “do you need some water?” “m fine,” you caught your breath, shaking your head, “think i got a little too much.” “yeah, think so,” he smiled, but it didn’t feel mocking, “we could try something else, might help a little.” “yeah, what is it?” you asked, meeting his eyes. “just open your mouth a little,” he instructed without elaborating, and you obeyed, though you weren’t sure why. he took a long hit, pausing briefly before leaning in, his lips hovering over yours, smoke curling into your mouth as he exhaled. you coughed only once, cheeks suddenly hot. “what was that?” “it’s called shotgunning,” he shrugged, “was that okay?” “yeah, i just didn’t expect it,” your lips tingled, “do you wanna come inside? i need something to drink.” “yeah, sure,” he stood, offering a hand to help you up, and your skin buzzed as you slid your palm against his, letting him pull you up. you unlocked the door with slightly shaky hands, suddenly hyper aware of his eyes on you, of the warmth of his nearness. “do you want water or tea?” you asked, running a hand through your hair, leaning against the kitchen doorway. “just waters fine,” he said, watching you through dark eyes. you returned with two glasses of water, passing one to him and settling onto the couch, knees pulled to your chest.
“you’re so small,” he looked surprised at himself, “sorry, you just look so small over there. i’m like a foot taller than you.” you laughed, covering your face, “you’re just really tall, it’s not my fault.” “i bet i could just throw you around,” as soon as he said it, your cheeks flushed. “probably,” you said after a moment, “you look really strong.” he cleared his throat, shifting on his feet, a new tension buzzing in the room. “you can sit,” you gestured to the couch, “unless you need to go.” “no, uh, i don’t need to go,” he hesitated before taking a seat, his long legs sprawled out in front of him. “so how long have you lived here?” you asked, a desperate attempt to resolve some tension. “oh, like 2 years,” he smiled slightly, and the two of you fell into easy conversation. hours passed, and you stayed on your couch, talking about anything and everything. “i can’t believe i smoked with you,” you laughed, now in an easy, natural rhythm, “i’ve never done anything like that.” “why not?” he sounded genuinely curious, “like, are you scared?” “not scared, i guess. just never got around to it.” “never got around to it,” he laughed, tipping his head back, “you’re cute.” a warmth settled over you again. “you look really nice when you smile,” you murmured, “you should do that more.” he met your eyes, swallowing, “i, uh, i should probably go.” “oh,” you felt a wave of disappointment, “oh, yeah, i’m sure you have plans.” “i just- if i stay, i’ll do something stupid.” your heart stuttered, “like what?”
“like kiss you,” his voice was low, “that would be so stupid of me.” your lips parted, tingling at the mere possibility of, “it wouldn’t be stupid.” his eyes flickered to your mouth, “can i?” you didn’t respond, but leaned forward, your hair falling in your face as you pressed your lips to his. his hands found your waist immediately, pulling you closer as he melted into the kiss. he tilted his head, deepening it, tongue swiping against your bottom lip. you climbed into his lap, straddling him, your hands resting on his shoulders. he made a quiet, muffled sound into your mouth as you shifted in his lap, and you became suddenly aware of the bulge in his jeans beneath you, straining against your clothed core. “we should slow down,” he broke away, panting slightly, “i don’t wanna take it too far.” “you’re not,” you ducked your head to kiss his jaw, “i want this.” “fuck,” he muttered, his hands sliding down against your ass, warm through your shorts. “i don’t usually do this,” you whispered, “but i want you so badly.” “thought about this since you moved in here,” he said hoarsely, nudging you back into a kiss, his lips hot against yours. the two of you kissed until you were almost dizzy with lust, grinding against him, your thin cotton shorts doing little to keep you covered, the tent in his jeans brushing your clit. he pulled you closer, rocking you with his hands, rutting up against you. “look at you,” he sounded almost painted, “i can just move you however i want.”
you whined, dropping your head back to his neck. “bet if i fucked you id just fill you up,” he continued, one hand moving to tangle in your hair, “bet id just split you open.” “connor,” you mewled, hot and buzzing, “i’m- god, i’m close.” “gonna cum in my fucking pants if you keep on,” he groaned. you nipped at his neck, hips rocking more desperately. “feels so good,” you moaned, teetering on the edge, “kiss me.” he immediately crashed his lips to yours, kissing you roughly as you came, his jeans dampening beneath you. “fuck,” he pulled away to look down at the mess, chest heaving, “keep going, i’m so fucking close.” you kept grinding against him, trembling with each brush to your overly sensitive clit. he threw his head back, moaning hoarsely, throat bobbing, “oh, fuck yes,” he came, adding to the wet, sticky spot on his pants, panting. “i’ve never done that,” he laughed breathlessly, “that was so fucking hot.” you hummed, warm and boneless in his lap. “you gonna let me fuck you next time?” he asked, and you felt yourself clench around nothing, restless and wanting once again.
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