Connor x Reader Lemon || A Different Kind of Deviancy

Part 9: Empty Plate

Your bed was empty when you woke up the next morning. You suggest Connor was out somewhere. You want to get out of bed, but you're overall just too lazy. Your eyes slip shut again.

It's like an aromatic bomb went off in your house; a strong smell of fresh blueberries and pancakes filled the air.

You felt as if it were dragging you to the source. You almost mechanically got out of bed to follow the scent. Your eyes turn to the kitchen, and you find something better than the scent that lead you there.

Sweet, sexy Connor.

He's flipping pancakes on a griddle on the counter, wearing your apron. Its tiny on him, which makes you giggle. It's a fluffy pink color with the word "sweet" etched in cursive. He looks up at you surprised.

"Oh, good morning my princess." His eyes wander over you much like last night. Your hair is a mess, you're wearing an oversized flannel that hangs down to above your knees. One side of the collar is draped off your shoulder. "It seems like you have slept well."

You brush your hair behind you ears and chuckle. "I did more than sleep well." You walk to his side and squeeze at his waist. You hear his mechanical heartbeat as you lay your head on his chest.

"Would you like a pancake, my love? Blueberry pancakes are your favorite."

You walk to a chair on the other side of the table and sit down, staring at the delicious food he's making. "How did you know that?" Connor gets a plate from the cabinet and places it in front of you, then gets two freshly cooked blueberry pancakes from the griddle and puts them on the plate. He hands you the syrup.

"You see (Y/N), I have been analyzing you all of yesterday. Your favorite food is blueberry pancakes, you love classic music, your hobbies consist of reading and singing, and your favorite color is burgundy."

You start to drizzle maple syrup on your pile of pancakes. With a fork, you delicately cut into the stack and take a bite. "Pfft, I totally... Knew that..." You lied.

"If you had known that, you would not have asked." He smirks.

"Shush it, smartass." You stick a piece of pancake in his mouth. He's taken aback for a moment, then chews and swallows his food. He smiles.

You take more food, casually talking to Connor about small topics about how his morning was and what was on the news.

Finishing up your last piece of pancake, you ask Connor, "hey baby, what time is it?"

"My, it is 5:07 am, darling. We leave for work in twenty-three minutes." Connor pauses. "Can I call you that, (Y/N)? Am I doing it right? Darling?"

You giggle and walk your way over to kiss Connor's nose. "Yes dear, you're doing it perfect."

Connor chuckles with you, soon giving you gentle kisses on your lips. You hold his face to kiss him longer. After about a minute, his kisses get rougher.

He opens your mouth and wraps his tongue with yours. He's holding the back of your head and grunting in your mouth. He hoists your legs on to the table and rubs them gently as he continues kissing you.

His fingers slip between your legs, laying peacefully above your crotch. He inches his two fingers onto you and rubs you through your clothing.

You moan softly in his mouth. You're clutching onto his perfectly ironed suit tightly. He looks down at your hands and smiles.

"I see you're enjoying yourself." You bite your lip and nod. "But unfortunately, it is time to leave. Let's go." And with that, he kisses you one last time and helps you off the table. He hands you your stuff as you both walk your way to the exit.

//A.N Hey guys, it's been a long while. And honestly, I didn't want to continue writing this story, but I was really inspired by all the votes and comments I was receiving. Thank you guys so much!! I'll be sure to write more soon. Oh, and if you're not following me, be sure to do so. I am going to write a book soon called Sing for Hope. I'll post about it later, but if you want to keep updated, make sure you give me a follow!! Thanks! ❤️