Imagine getting a little freaky with Connor and riding his face, then deciding to give him a blow job for the first time in your relationship. Connor is just whimpering because his mouth is busy with your pussy and he can’t make even a full sentence~ 😋🥴
── .✦ 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚛 𝙺𝚎𝚗𝚠𝚊𝚢/𝚁𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚑𝚗𝚑𝚊𝚔é:𝚝𝚘𝚗 𝚡 𝙵𝚎𝚖!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛.
I have a bad habit of writing things a little off script, so instead of 'little freaky' I just made you guys have a lil argument thing with Connor instead because let's be real nothing fixes that better than sex!
Once again, I never proof read anything because I live life on the edge. If you see a mistake, pretend it's never there.
This is a little shorter than my other works, sorry!
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Warning(s) ⊱ 18+, MDNI, oral sex, partial sexual inexperience, orgasms, female orgasms, male orgasms, mentions of violence, 69-ing.
Sex with Connor was great. No, better than great; incredible, amazing, mouth-watering, toe-curling, etc. The list was endless, only, Connor had one issue. The man was vanilla, extremely vanilla. Now, you gave him the benefit of the doubt, you were his first serious relationship, he'd lost his virginity to you and he'd be more than willing to pick you up and take you anywhere - literally. Which, realistically, didn't feel that vanilla, did it? It's just the man wasn't really open to experimenting, he was fine with one position and that satisfied him and while it did to you too, things became boring fast. Of course, he'd still give you head spinning orgasms, but what was the cost to that? Boring ass sex?
Having sex with Connor felt scarce, most times he was busy with his duties while you remained at home helping him handle the Homestead. His Assassin duties led him away from home longer than you liked, weeks - months at worst and it was hard to keep your patience; often finding your head reeling at the idea of him coming home to let all his frustrations out on you. Since he had returned however, Connor had been a little distant and admittedly, you were unsure as to why. Was it something you had done? Had something occurred between the two of you? Did he no longer find you attractive?
"Ellen, I must admit something to you," you chewed the words out carefully as Ellen glanced up at you from her work, where she had been kneeling on the floor to help mend a hole you had ripped from your skirts. Her eyes read your expression carefully, coming to the conclusion that whatever it was that had been troubling you, had been for some time. So, carefully, she finished the last stitch before leaning back.
"Oh dear, I do not like this look.." she sighed, placing her instruments away. "Speak, what is it," she reached out for your hand, giving it a soft squeeze before standing to continue clearing the rest of her porch. The weather had soured a little since you arrived.
"I.. have some troubles.." you admitted, glancing down at your skirts before she ushered you to sit. "What does it mean.. when a man no longer wishes to.. pleasure you?" You cringed eternally at the choice of words, glancing at her to gauge her reaction. You had figured Ellen would be the best for this kind of thing, she was older, had more experience and often gave good advice regardless.
"Is something the matter with you and Connor?" Ellen asked, taking a small measuring tape to begin measuring your bust.
"Well, I must be honest," you began, "it feels like something is the matter. He does not speak, does not.. wish to touch me."
At that, a silence fell between the two of you and Ellen paused. You already felt her eyes on you but daren't look up, not wanting to risk the threat of tears that stung at the corner of your eyes.
"Now," she sighed gently, already sensing your heartbreak, already feeling your worry linger in the air and she moved to drape the measuring paper around her neck. Her fingers caught your chin, tilting your head up just a little. "That doesn't mean he does not love you," then she scoffed, which frankly made you flinch. "Have you heard the man? You aren't the only one who comes here for advice whenever there is something that needs mending." Her words made you want to smile, but it was hard not to; Connor came to her too?
"He comes here too?" you asked with a sniffle, pulling your chin away from her grip while she placed her hands on her hips with a sigh. You were just as stubborn as he were, it was no surprise you hadn't spoke to him before coming here.
"Of course he does, do you know how many holes I have to repair in those robes of his?" Now that remark made you smile a little, yet the anxiety continued to fester in the pits of your stomach.
"Does he talk about me?" You couldn't help the question, you just couldn't. Ellen's steps could be heard from behind you as she began measuring again, acting on a rather nonchalant look.
"Most times," she spoon fed you little bits of information, but it wasn't enough. You wanted to know specifically what he said, so you shot her a little look from over your shoulder until she sighed. "You are both adults, you are capable of speaking to one another, no?"
And Ellen was right and it frustrated you to know that she was right. You could speak to Connor, ask what was wrong, but you were stubborn. You wanted this man to notice, to sense that you were upset with him, to get on his knees and beg for your attention. At this point, it felt the other way round.
"Yes, I can speak to him, but it's a little difficult. You know what he's like, it's like.. like speaking to a boulder sometimes-!"
Ellen was patting your shoulder, hushing whispers in your direction but now you were so boiled up in frustration that these words continued to flow.
"And he never takes his time and I know that he is busy and I love everything he does, that he works for. Now I feel awful, oh dear, Ellen, am I awful?" Just as you went to drop your head into your hands, Ellen quickly hissed your name from between her teeth and you peeked up at her with a confused look before following her gaze.
Connor stood just before the two of you, hands clasped together and upon seeing him, your heart dropped. Why was he here? What had he come here for? And how much of that did he hear?
"Connor, it's a pleasure," Ellen filled the silence as his gaze fell upon you, a soft look of hurt knitting up between his brows and now that feeling of awfulness that consumed you previously only worsened at that look alone. "I just finished up." Her hands found your shoulders, giving them a squeeze - almost as if she were begging you to leave and speak to him - before helping you up from the chair; which admittedly felt more like a soft push.
Reluctantly, you stepped down the porch to approach him and glanced over your shoulder, only for her to wave a hand.
"No need to thank me, was only a small hole. Perhaps bring those little tarts next time you come?" Ellen was always good at this, filling in awkward silences and slowly, you returned your look back up at Connor. He didn't seem angry, then again, he never did with you as he outstretched an arm for you to take before the both of you stepped down the path and back up toward the manor. The tension was there as you thought over words to try to say to him, your hand squeezing his bicep in some attempt to fill the void.
"You are unhappy?" he asked finally, avoiding your gaze as he kept his head straight. His words made your heart break.
"No, no, of course not, Connor," you reassured him quickly, chewing on your bottom lip to find the right words. "I must be honest with you, there has been a space between the two of us. A space that is becoming harder to ignore."
Your words alone made a guilty look flash across his face as he glanced at you. There was so much he wanted to say and you knew it, you could see the twitch on his lips. Something to share with you. It wasn't often he spoke about his line of work and yet, you knew the amount of bodies that piled up on his conscious, saw the blood that stained his robes as he quickly ushered away from you before you looked upon the sincere damage.
"I am responsible for that," he admitted slowly. "I do not wish to make you upset." Yet, he still held back. At this point, it wasn't even about the sex, it was more just about the distance.
It had always been difficult to stay mad at Connor, so, you nuzzled your head silently against his arm while the both of you continued back up toward the manor. It had been quiet ever since Achilles had passed away, so being here on your lonesome wasn't something you particularly favoured. The chores at the manor felt endless, first the stables to feed the animals, groom the horses, clean the stables, fresh water, then you continued inside the house. You washed dishes, cleaned and dusted furniture, you washed clothes and then occasionally - if you had the time - would ponder at the top of the basement stairs, the curiosity was endless. It wasn't that Connor restricted you from ever going down there, but you did not wish to tamper with any work and admittedly, the basement gave you the creeps anyway.
Slowly, the both of you stepped inside and with a soft sigh, you continued back to schedule. With Connor home, it was nicer to cook meals for two rather than one and he always ensured you had plenty of meats before he was tasked with heading out again. Though, just as you moved toward the kitchen, his hand caught your own and you paused.
"No," he shook his head softly. "Let us discuss the issue." Just those words alone shot a spike of anxiety up your spine and slowly, you found yourself nodding. Though despite his suggestion, he lead you up the stairs which frankly confused you more than anything. Despite the confusion, your heart and stomach fluttered with excitement as you joined him in the bedroom that the both of you shared. Connor released your hand, took a step back before resting on the table behind him. Standing in front of him like this, it made you feel like a prized possession.
"Connor?" you questioned, unable to hide the soft smile that twitched at the corner of your mouth. He was plotting something, his hands moving to rest on the table that - surprisingly - supported his weight.
"I haven't been here for you," he began, avoiding your gaze. "I should be. I can see that you are unhappy." Who blessed you with such a man? "So, tell me, what can I do to make you happy?" It felt like a trick question, more-so because he already ticked everything off the box for the best partner. He was kind, loving, strong, mature, the list felt endless.
"Well," you spluttered for a moment, feeling a soft blush creep up behind the flesh of your cheeks. How could you word this? Slowly, you stepped forward and took his hand again. "I would like it if you are.. home more," you admitted sheepishly and Connor tilted his head just a fraction at you. Even he knew that right now, that just wasn't possible. "I know," you understood quickly, letting out a scoff at yourself for even thinking it. "I know that's.. you are busy and the cause you are working for is great, I know that. It's just.." your hand fiddled with his, your index finger trailing over the veins that protruded itself on the back of his hand. His hands were so rough, worn from battle and yet he still held you like you were nothing but fine china. "I just find myself missing you, find myself wanting things," and here came the rambling. "I'm sorry, I ask for too much and in return you ask for nothing, I just-"
Connor cut you off, leaning forward to press his lips against you instead. That was one way to shut you up and within moment, your whole body sank in relief. It had been too long since you felt his lips, been too long since you tasted him and just kissing him alone already made you embarrassingly damp. His other hand captured the back of your head, his fingers parting strands of your hair as the kiss turned more eager between the two of you.
The two of you moved your heads in synch with one another, Connor angling his head to allow him to deepen the kiss, while your hands found his chest and already began unbuckling and buttoning things that stood in the way of you and his delicious muscles. This was better than words, you should've have known this as soon as he lead you up toward his bedroom. Just as you moved your head back to capture some air, he only chased his lips after you, which only did more to stir the want inside of you. Finally, you tugged off the upper half of his robes and he helped aid them off, revealing the dark skinned flesh that remained hidden beneath them. With your lips preoccupied, your hands did the looking for you, feeling over his chest, down his abs, back up and over his shoulders. He was so ripped that no matter which man he stood beside, he swallowed them whole. It felt scandalous to have such a man this size alone.
Connor's hands worked to rid you of your clothes, wasting no time to lift the dress up and over your head. His hands clamped around your hips, tugged you toward him before he pushed himself off the table to suddenly lift you up. A surprised gasp escaped your lips, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and appreciating how every muscle flexed perfectly beneath your hands.
"So, this was your idea of 'talking'?" you questioned with a huff against his lips, your hands already moving up the nape of his neck to fiddle with the strands of long hair that hung there. Connor gave you a half smirk, not bothering to respond but opted to just toss you onto the bed as he moved to shove off the rest of his clothing.
"This is easier," he replied eventually, having now rid himself of his pants to climb over you. "Actions are better than words, do you not think?" he asked, his lips attaching themselves to your neck. Only, the feeling of excitement that once bubbled in your lower abdomen suddenly dissipated upon feeling him take the usual position between your legs.
"No," you spoke quickly and Connor froze mid-kiss before pulling his head back to look at you. "I'm sorry, it's just.." you stumbled over your words, unable to find how to say what you deeply wanted without sounding like a fool - or worse a pervert.
"I apologise," Connor began, already moving to push himself off of you. "I assumed that-"
Quickly, you caught his arm and stopped him.
"I do! Yes, I do, I want this.. it's just, Connor a woman.. she has more needs than just.. simply spreading her legs." His face contorted between multiple different expressions. Confusion, sadness, worry, anger - which was directed at himself.
"I do not understand," he admitted before pressing his hand up against your cheek. "But I want to. Tell me what it is you want."
Those words alone sparked that arousal back and you gave out a soft shiver, your breath trembling as you now tried to think of what it was you really wanted. Naturally, your body ached for an orgasm, but now the possibilities felt endless.
"Okay," you sucked in a breath and jerked toward the open space beside you with your chin. "Lay down."
There was no hesitation as he sat down beside you, now totally feeling out of place. You took the lead, wanting to ease the awkwardness by moving to cradle his hips before pushing him down onto the bed. You could feel his cock twitch eagerly beside your thigh and everything in you screamed to just ride this man into oblivion until the both of you were nothing but a sweaty mess of tangled limbs.
"I would.. would like to sit on you," you started, admitting something so boldly like this made your cheeks flush and Connor cocked a brow in interest before his hands met with your hips again.
"You already are," he stated and in response, you scoffed gently.
"Not like that."
"Like what?" he intrigued, resisting the urge to roll his hips up into you.
"I want to sit on your face," you were blunt, partly due to impatience, partly because you couldn't tip-toe around this anymore than you already had. Connor was quiet for a moment.
"Oh," was all he said before he found himself nodding, which looked more like a jerk of his chin. "Then do that." Honestly, you would have expected more hesitance; would have expected him to fumble like he did when he first tried to express his feelings toward you. But there was none of that, he was open. So, slowly, you began to move, shuffling your hips up until your thighs were cradling his face. You didn't sit completely - not yet - a flush of embarrassment coursing through you as you glanced down at him. His hands captured your thighs before he turned his head to press a soft, reassuring kiss to your inner thigh.
"And then you just-" you began, wanting to explain how this went and before you could even finish your sentence, his hands moved to your hips and he tucked you down suddenly on his lips. His mouth opened and enveloped the entirety of your cunt, earning a sudden gasp to pass your lips at how warm his mouth and tongue were.
Connor began to eat slowly at first, testing his limits all while keeping that eye contact up at you. His tongue moved in ways you had never expected, up between your slit, capturing every essence of your taste before he gave a soft kiss and suckle on your clit. The touch on your clit felt heavenly and as he moved his tongue back down, you found yourself guiding your hips slightly.
"Please," you begged, breathless already. "In that spot you just.. just had," his lips captured your clit again before you could even finish your sentence and a shot of pleasure ran up the entire length of your spine. It was a feeling you had never felt before, Connor only focusing on fucking you rather than your clit and how could you blame him? You were partly at fault for not expressing your needs more and Ellen's words reflected to you in the back of your mind. You were both adults after all, communication was important and right now, it seemed worthwhile.
His lips suckled gently on your sensitive bud, watching each reaction from below as your hands shot down to hold his head and proceed the merciless rocking on his tongue and face alone.
"Is this good?" he muffled into your cunt and a soft whimper was all you could bribe out from between your lips. That was the response he needed, continuing to focus on your clit as his tongue drew tortuous circles around it. It wasn't long before your vision began to star and quickly, you had to pry your hips away from his face; leaving him open-mouthed, panting, red-cheeked and a string of saliva that connected from his bottom lip to your clit.
"I want to.. I can't.." it was hard to form a sentence as you gasped for breath, calming down from the potential orgasm Connor almost pulled out from you. Connor moved to begin pushing himself up on his elbows, but quickly your hands caught his shoulder to push him back down. "No, no, I just want.. I need to taste you."
Connor's brows furrowed gently though he made no protest as you moved to switch positions, this time turning so you could remain seated on his face but this time, stuff your mouth of his cock.
Connor was a perfect seven inches when hard, so using only one hand to grip his shaft felt difficult at first as you pushed his tip into the opening of your mouth. There was a salty taste, but it wasn't bad, it only lured you in for more as you licked the pre-cum clean from his tip. His mouth faltered on your cunt, unable to focus with the sensation on his cock below and quickly he reconnected his lips with yours.
The both of you took turns sucking and eating one another. Your tongue swirling around his tip while his continued to lap and swirl around your clit. Your hand that held the base of his cock began to pump at his shaft as your head bobbed, pushing his cock up toward your throat until you gave a soft gag - yet continued. His cock was warm to touch and it twitched in your mouth and hand, which only helped motivate you more. Meanwhile, Connor's mouth worked at your cunt, his hands gripping the underside of your cheeks as you continued to suck at him.
Sex had never been like this between the two of you and boy, was he thankful that you suggested this mere idea to him. His head was reeling, his cock twitching and mouth blessed with the best juices that have ever touched his tongue. It was hard to not rock his hips up slowly, to take delight in each muffled moan that sent little aftershocks of pleasure down to the coil in his stomach. Your mouth worked wonders in which your cunt almost couldn't, making him feel things that he was in favour to feeling time and time again. So, while he tongue traced and circled around your clit, your own tongue continued to run up the expanse of his shaft. Due to his size, you only could take half of him, but he didn't care, especially when your tongue would graze over that one prominent vein that travelled up his shaft and protruded from under the skin.
His nails began to sink flesh, his head becoming a whoozy daze of sex as you felt his mouth become sloppier - his eyes squeezing shut in some desperate attempt to will his own orgasm away.
"Sl-" he was muffled by your cunt, the sounds of his whines and whimpers sending delicious tingles down onto your clit. It was hard to make out his words and frankly, you couldn't care as you continued to suck helplessly at his cock. Before you could even savour the moment, before you could even reach your own orgasm, Connor's cock suddenly vibrated as he decorated your mouth and throat with his hot seed. It was warm, causing you to instantly gag, yet swallowed it up as best as you could. The whole ordeal made tears sting at the corner of your eyes, your jaw becoming slack around him as you felt your thighs shake and tremble.
With a soft 'pop!' you retracted your mouth away from him, gasping for breath as you rocked yourself helplessly against him.
"Connor," his name was praise on your tongue as the overwhelming feeling of your own orgasm washed over you, making you almost drop down onto him entirely. Sex with Connor had always been intense, but his tongue working you into overstimulation felt better than his cock - by a mile it felt. "Connor-" you whined now, desperate to peel your pussy away from his mouth but he only held you there, leaving you a whining mess, with mouth coated in cum and saliva.
It was like a part of him couldn't stop, licking and slurping up drop of liquid that spilled from you until he finally released himself to gasp for some air. The cold air hit your sensitive cunt, a wash of relief waving over you until his lips only reconnected. It didn't take an genius to know what he was doing, ignoring the own ache in his jaw to rile you up to another orgasm. And the worst part? Is that it was working.
"Connor, please-" you choked out between babbles and moans, fisting the covers and trying to muster up some strength to peel yourself away from him before he drowned himself in your cunt alone. But the overstimulation on your pussy and clit only served to edge you on, further, further..
Until another orgasm washed over you, earning a sharp gasp as he continued to lick at the juices that spilled from you; a prize almost.
Honestly, you were on the brink of tears as you rolled out the waves of your orgasm onto his tongue, trying to collect some thoughts and sense in what just happened. Your legs coiled, as did your stomach, everything aching up as you finally managed to release yourself from the confides of his hands and flop down onto the bedding beside him. The two of you took turns to gasp for breath, though you more so as you tried to overcome not one, but two orgasms in one sitting. This man, what were you worrying about? You couldn't remember and you knew well enough that were his intention from the beginning. Why else would he be at Ellens so uncalled? Unless it were to find you.
After a moment of silence, he pushed himself up on his elbow to wipe your chin clean of his mess. His own was messy, glistening under the light of the candlelight yet you made no move to return the favour. Everything in you aching and burning - in fact - you would be rather content to call it a night here already and sleep. It wasn't even dark outside yet.
"I wish to ask you the same question," his voice was hoarse as he took a moment to clear it, "are you unhappy?"
All you could do was smile, let out a laugh and move to give him a soft smack on his bicep; which he took with no reaction.
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