The Dominant One (Yandere!Connor x Plus Size!Reader) **SMUT**
Author’s Note: I have Oolong tea out in the open in front of my Mac, and a container full of watermelon hidden in a desk drawer. I don’t even know the time, and I’m gonna finish this smmmMMMUT (n u t s). Also, I even listened to ‘Gimmie More’ by Britney Spears to just give it a m o o d.
• someone requested on wattpad ~w~ •
Summary: You’ve dated Connor for a while, but he started to be rather carnal when you’ve kept him waiting.
The vintage-like clock stuck twelve at the coffee shop you worked at. You looked at the clock, smiling as you untied your apron and checked off, leaving work with your handbag of keys, and other miscellaneous things.
You rushed to get out of the snow by getting inside of your car hastily. Just as you did, your right pocket vibrated two times. Coming from that, you knew it was a text message because you made sure any text message you got was double vibrated.
Pulling the phone out of the pocket of your fur coat, you see a message:
Why aren’t you home yet, darling?
You chuckled at his text. It was always common of him to worry about where you were, hence he’s very protective of you.
Yet on the other side of the phone…
Connor was pacing around the room in your home, specifically your bedroom. Where were you? Are you hurt? Are you just working overtime? Is someone talking to you?
'If they’re forcing Y/N to do overtime then I’ll need to speak to her manager about it. If she’s talking to someone then I’ll have to get that person away from her, perhaps relocate the person. If she’s hurt, then I’ll find the suspect and I’ll kill them… God, where is she?!’
Every minute, every second became strikingly painful for this android detective. As much as he’s seen you fight, he still sees you as a person he must protect. As much as he loves you, he just doesn’t like it when suspicious people try to talk to you. God forbid he hears anyone talk shit about you, otherwise, he’ll find them, but at that moment he won’t. Once he’s put you to sleep, he retraces his steps and finds anyone that dared mess with his lover.
So far, you haven’t noticed. You almost once, but you shrugged it off as a side effect from too much coffee. Connor was glad you tossed it aside, but he also tossed aside himself some issues you were having the past few weeks. Tired from work? He cuddles you and never lets go. Crying because of your weight? He kisses every single part you are, and were, ever insecure about. Feeling angry? He gifts you a punching bag to take your anger out (And also to look at the sweat glowing your skin like a goddess).
Tonight he was feeling strange. Connor was feeling very protective of you. He tried to convince you to call in sick for work but you didn’t feel like it. As much as he is delicate with you, he’s also rough - especially jealous. Whenever he’s jealous, he glares daggers at the person who’s flirting with you and squeezes your plushy hips hard - deviantly smiling as he claims his property.
And so now he was stuck with an incredibly aroused cock and a phone, waiting for you to come back so he can fuck you senseless.
I just got in the car babe. I’ll be there in ten minutes 😚
Humming to yourself, you casually drove back home through Detroit’s snow to your comfortable (And affordable) apartment.
Once parked and out of the car, your hand gently graced the doorknob before Connor swiftly opened the door himself.
“Where were you.” The detective demanded.
You raised an eyebrow. Since when would Connor become this possessive? “Sweetheart, It’s alright. I just had to work a little bit of overtime, and there was some asshole there.”
Connor gritted his teeth, 'Overtime and someone bothering her…’
Your lover lifted your chin up, before calmly claiming to you, “You should not have kept me waiting so long…I think you’re in need of a punishment…” He stroked your back and thighs slowly, sending shivers to your spine. Connor’s never acted like this. Was this the day he snapped? He would never, but considering how sexually frustrated he is, all he wants is to feel you.
Carefully, you walked back to get away from him, fearing that he may hurt you, even though he doesn’t intend to. What you didn’t know, was that he was guiding you to your bedroom. When your butt, unintentionally collided with the footboard of your bed. Blushing, you felt the sheets rustle at your big weight and as you sank into the mattress deeply. You closed your eyes but gave yourself enough confidence to open them again and see Connor’s brown eyes, hungry for you. With your lips quivering slightly, he licked his lips - the aching erection he had hidden in his pants slightly rubbing against your crotch. It wasn’t until now that you realized that he was in a very dominant mood today.
Leaning down, Connor whispered into your ear softly, “You’re wet, aren’t you?” You bit your bottom lip, in order to prevent the moans that wanted to come out from Connor rubbing your crotch with his two fingers.
“N-N-Nnooo.” You managed to whimper out.
Roughly, Connor ripped off your work pants and panties (He’s obviously buying you better ones after this), and takes a long deep lick of your clit.
Licking his lips of the residue, he growled, “You’re lying…” He pinned your wrists next to your thick hips and began eating out your pussy raw.
Tensing, you concentrated a bit too much about Connor’s tongue lapping around your folds and moaned a little every time you panted from the pleasure.
“You like it, don’t you baby?” Connor teased as he went deeper to your entrance to stick his tongue in. Arching your back, you gave in to the good feeling it brought and moaned. Moan after moan, you let your boyfriend play the dominant, and you loved every moment. But what you didn’t love, was the feeling of release coming to a sharp halt. As you whined, Connor gave a teasing smile and only kissed your inner thigh. Your breath hitched at the feeling of his lips pressing against the soft plush of your thighs. He kept peppering them and gripped the flesh as he made a few hickeys here and there.
“C-Connor…” You whispered faintly. you didn’t care if he heard you or not. All you wanted was to keep the pleasure going. That was all you wanted.
“Take off your shirt,” Connor demanded. It took you a while to compose yourself from that order, but slowly you complied, taking off the buttons slowly, one by one. As you unbuttoned your work blouse, Connor did the liberty of unhooking your bra next.
You bit your bottom lip, flustered to have Connor see yourself naked and a blushing mess.
“Get on all fours.” He growled. You wanted to deny it, but you felt a little aroused at that growl.
So, you flipped yourself over, and you couldn’t see Connor smirking at the view he was looking at. You felt smooth and cold hands rub against your ass, you even felt it jiggle a little every time those hands let go.
Not even thinking about it, you moaned out of reflex. The process repeated: a deep rub and a hard spank against your ass. Each time you moaned against your pillow and blushed darker the more you felt your ass jiggle.
You pouted when the actions stopped, but you were anticipating what was about to happen next when you heard the sound of clothes being removed. Breathing heavily, you gasped at the size of his cock that entered your dripping, wet cunt without warning.
“I want you to scream my name, and my name only. I want everyone around this house to hear who you belong to.” With pounding thrusts, you moaned Connor’s name like it wasn’t a problem. But that wasn’t enough for him. Connor started pounding your pussy harder, almost at an inhuman speed once he heard the words: “C-Connor! R-Right Th-There~! Th-Theere~! Yes~!”
Whimpering, you were powerless over the possessive nature he was giving to you. Pulling the strands of your hair, Connor made you whimper more over the sensation of your hair being pulled, resulting in you to arch your back and tighten the core that so wanted to cum.
Before you could finish mustering the words that you wanted to cum, Connor let go of your hair and wrapped a hand around your neck.
“Not…Yet~” He groaned. The more you tried to hold in, the more your moans transferred to groans whilst the opposite happened for Connor because of your clenching pussy throbbing around his dick from the pressure.
Closing your eyes, you pushed your head down into your soft, silky pillows and let yourself release your juices after how long Connor cummed inside of you. Hell, you even something leak out.
You started to shiver from the light breeze coming out of your window. Noticing this, your lover wrapped his arms around your chubby waist and planted soft kisses around your neck and shoulders. This Connor was completely different from the one who was pounding you from behind with a hand in your hair and another around your neck.
Through his peppers of kisses, you could hear him say, “You looked so beautiful, your curves, your full hips,” His hands gracefully moved in an up and down motion on your thigh and pressed his lips to your cheek deeply, smooching it, “I sometimes suspect that you were the reason of my deviancy. Something about you…brought my fans overheating, my thirium flowing to my cheeks…” Your cheeks were dusted red as Connor kept praising you. Cautiously, you turned so that you were facing him. You can tell that something inside of him changed. You just didn’t know if it was good or bad.
While you were thinking, soft lips made their way from your neck all the way up to your plump lips. It was not rough. And it was not forced either. It was slow and memorable.
You pulled away, making the android pout in both sadness and anger, “Connor, I…” You couldn’t think of anything because you were speechless. You have fantasized about these kinds of things when you were younger, mostly to keep giving yourself hope that someone out there would love you. You just only have found out that it was he is the person that you’ve dreamed…and you don’t know how you feel about it.
“You’re mine…You’re all mine Y/N. I, I love you…” Connor kept praising you and your name. The only response could think of was,
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