Deviant connor x needy sub reader, like reader with a high sex drive. Poor man can almost never escape her..and hank dosent quite help him
Fem reader with no specific body except big bust (no must tho^^ plus your writing style is very nice, I rarely find people writing for connor)
The Morning After
Deviant Connor x fem!reader
smut, soft!dom Connor, submissive reader, p in v penetration, dick riding, unprotected sex, breeding kink
a/n: I'm so sorry for the wait, anon. I should have finished this much sooner. For some reason, it was like I had writer's block for smut this week. I suppose writing so much of it exhausted me. :^( Anyway, I hope you enjoy!
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The morning of the fifteenth of January was rather frigid, making Connor wonder whether or not he should venture to the police department. He hadn't received any reports since the day before, so surely, he wouldn't get in trouble for spending just a few extra minutes in bed. As his procrastination set in, he snuggled further beneath the blankets, inhaling the fresh scent of linen and flowers.
The room was oddly quiet, so once his system recalibrated after having been off for the entire night, he scanned the area, noting that you were nowhere to be found. Curious, he thought. It was six in the morning, and you normally didn't get up that early.
"My love?" he called, sitting up and stretching his limbs a bit.
His high-tech audio processors picked up the sound of shuffling in the hall, and soon enough, you entered the dim bedroom, already prepared for the day. You looked remarkably precious that morning, and he couldn't help but allow a little smile to grace his lips.
"There you are," he sighed, sliding his legs off the side of the bed. "What's going on today?"
You padded across the fluffy, minimalistic carpet and turned on the lamp on the bedside table, fully revealing your beauty to him. "Nothing really," you explained. "I just thought maybe..."
Connor's eyes had no need to adjust to the sudden light; he was already scanning you, trying to detect something you weren't even aware of. But you were healthy. Your hormones were out of control, though. "Do you mean..."
You looked away, a bit embarrassed, but Connor would never shun you for your body's needs. Never. "I had a dream last night, and I just couldn't help myself," you explained, uncomfortably shifting your thighs together.
"I can sense your pheromones," he said plainly. His eyes darted to your crotch, and he continued, "If I were to touch your panties, they would already be completely soaked. Am I correct?"
You shyly nodded, still averting your gaze.
"It would make sense, considering I stretched you out before we went to bed. Your body doesn't know how to adjust to not being constantly filled, so it's overproducing lubrication. That, along with the dream you mentioned, is certainly contributing to this... need."
"Do you have time to help me before you go to work?" you wondered, making sure to give him that look you knew he couldn't resist.
Without hesitating, he lay back down, propping his head up with a few pillows and patting his lap. "You'll have to do the work, though, honey," he teased.
You whined a bit, but you still couldn't stop yourself from pulling his boxers down and giving his cock a few strokes. Luckily for you, he could make himself erect on command. It made you feel a little guilty that you had quick sessions with him more often than not.
Sensing your unease, he cooed, "You're okay, my love. I wouldn't be doing this for you if I didn't want to. What I don't want—" He paused to help you out of your undergarments. "Is for you to be lying here all day, fingering yourself, getting no satisfaction because your fingers won't fill you up well enough."
Grateful for his comforting words, you wrapped your fingers around his girthy shaft and rubbed his tip along your slit a few times to collect your juices. He shuddered and gave you a smile when you met his gaze, assuring you that it was all okay. Trusting his judgment, you positioned him and effortlessly slid down, his cock perfectly filling up your needy hole. Connor let out a happy sigh and coaxed you to move with a gentle thrust.
Your hands found their way to his chest, and you began slowly at first, hesitantly lifting yourself up until his tip almost slid out, then you went all the way back down. Your walls were still sore from the night before, and how he'd worked you until he filled your needy womb with semen. How you were so eager for another round, he would never know. All he knew was that you needed him, so his hands shot to your ass, and he dug his fingers into your sensitive skin. Once he grabbed you, he pulled you down, letting you feel just how deep he could go. The feeling was borderline unpleasant, but when he lifted you up and brought you down again, all the pain meant nothing.
"There you go," he encouraged. "You can grind on me if it brings you more pleasure."
You immediately let your head fall and worked your hips back and forth in slow circles. His cock conformed to your movements and prodded at your walls just where you needed stimulation.
"Can you rub my clit?" you asked, letting a strained whine escape your throat.
Connor happily brought his fingers to your heat and curled them to rub rapid circles against your swollen bundle of nerves. Needing more friction, you rolled your hips more, making sure to grind against his hand.
He watched how you eagerly sought pleasure against his hand and felt every part of his shaft dragging along your soaked walls. He kind of pitied you, in all honesty. You were constantly horny, and he could only imagine how inconvenient it was when you felt hot and bothered when he wasn't even there.
"Does that feel good?" he wondered, his brown eyes searching yours.
You nodded, your body's exertion already beginning to wear you out.
"Oh," he said, briefly taking his hand away from your clit. "One moment, my love. Be quiet, would you?"
His LED flickered between blue and yellow, then settled on blue when he connected to the call. As soon as he did that, he pressed his middle and ring finger to your clit again, gripping your hip with his other hand.
Connor continued staring at your pussy, needing so desperately to catch a glimpse of his cock covered in your slick. "Yes," he said. "I understand. Seven o'clock, you said?"
You switched to bouncing, still trying not to pant too loudly, and you winced when your pussy squelched around Connor's shaft. He didn't seem to care, though.
"Oh, I only just woke up. I didn't turn my system on at my usual time." He paused, instinctively thrusting his hips up to meet your soaked cunt. "I understand. I will be there soon."
You shut your eyes, the pace of his fingers never once faltering, and he bucked his hips particularly roughly, which made you gasp.
"Oh, no, no," he said. "Everything's alright." He fucked into you again, his skin slapping against yours. "I'll be there soon."
Once he disconnected from the call, he placed both hands on your hips and started a forceful pace, making sure to sink his cock as deep as it went.
"Come on, baby," he whispered, eying your tits as they bounced with your movements. "Rub your clit a little. I have you."
Following his orders, you reached down, giving your desperate heat more attention. Connor's dick curved perfectly to meet that special spot inside of you, and you fell forward, letting Connor focus entirely on your breasts, which he always thought were so sexy.
He groaned and tilted his head back, murmuring, "Please let me fall asleep against your breasts tonight. You're so beautiful."
You nodded, only half-listening to his words, instead, paying attention to how close you were to falling apart. The deep pressure against your walls made it feel like Connor was attempting to tear you apart from the inside. When you picked up the pace, the tension caused your entrance to clamp down around the intrusion.
Connor finally moaned, "Oh, that feels so, so good. Are you close?"
"So close," you told him.
To push you over the edge, he doubled down, making sure you felt every inch of his cock as he impaled your sore hole. Just when it seemed like the friction was ripping your insides out, you tensed up, and your walls tightly contracted, milking Connor's length. As soon as you reached your high, Connor groaned, his hips nearly stuttering. But he held on, pumping just a few more times before his cum painted your greedy womb. Your walls continued to pulse around him, drawing every last drop from him.
Utterly spent, he let go of you and shut his eyes, his internal systems working to prevent overheating. The moment you relaxed and rested your body against his, he groped your tits, rolling them against his palms.
"Are you happy now, precious?" he asked, pressing a kiss to your neck and shoulder.
"Very happy," you admitted.
Connor smiled contentedly and continued to playfully toy with your breasts. "That's wonderful. If you feel needy later tonight, I'll be here for you. But if you're not, that's okay. We can just cuddle."
You nodded, burying your face against the crook of your neck. "I'm sorry," you said.
"Why are you sorry?"
"I'm always so horny."
He shook his head and wrapped both arms around you, his softening cock allowing his semen to seep from your cunt. "Never be sorry for something you can't control, my love. I'm here, just for you, okay?"
You nodded and felt him give you a little pat before shifting beneath you.
"Okay," he said. "I need to get to work soon. Why don't you get cleaned up?"
You reluctantly rolled off of him, not caring that your mixed juices would stain the bedsheets.
"Hey," he cooed, placing a hand on your cheek. "Look at me."
Your eyes met his, and he gave you a little frown when he saw how disappointed you seemed.
"I'll be back later. I love you with all of my heart. Can you give me a kiss?"
Unable to resist the temptation, you tilted your head, and he gave you a few pecks.
"Good girl. Call me if you need anything, okay?"
"Okay," you whispered.
"I love you so much," he said one last time before kissing your forehead and leaving for work.
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