Connor Jessup Imagines (requests are closed)

"Janitor's Closet." (smut; excerpt)

(okay, so this is actually part of one of my other stories, it was a Taylor Caniff fanfic so I just changed some stuff and names so it fits Connor. yes, its smut.)

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I shoved my bag in my locker and started walking to art with my hands in the pockets of my hoodie.

Suddenly, I was pulled into a janitors closet and almost had a heart attack before I noticed it was Connor. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" I ask and remove my hand from my heart. He just chuckles.

I could barely see the outline of his features in the dim lighting but his white t-shirt stood out like a sore thumb. "Why did yo-" I start but he claims my lips with his.

I try pushing him off but he doesn't budge, he only kisses me even rougher. He pulls away for a brief moment but I grab him by his shirt and crash my lips back to his.

He keeps his grip on my waist as he backs me up against the wall. The kiss was rough, teeth were clashing, the only thing heard was our ragged breathing and the sound of our jeans rubbing against each other trying to gain some sort of satisfaction.

I could feel his bulge growing larger on my thigh as he placed wet kisses on my neck. He moved my hoodie and my shirt over to expose the skin of my collarbone and started to leave his mark.

I let out a breathless moan after burying my head into his shirt. His fingers gently skimmed across my skin to undo the button of my jeans.

He slowly slid his hand into my underwear and gently ran his fingers along my slít. I mutter a curse word as his cold fingers rubbed my swollen nub in circles at an uneven pace.

"Fúck, Connor." I moan out as I throw my head back against the wall. "Quiet, babe." He whispers as he inserts two fingers into my core. I bury my head in the nape of his neck and dig my nails into his biceps. He hisses and quickens his steady pace.

I was panting and I could feel myself gaining closer to that euphoric burst of pleasure. I was going to say something to warn him but it was all to late. I grinded on his fingers, trying to ride out my high. My breathing became uneven and ragged, I tried to be as quiet as possible.

Once he knew my high was over, he removed his hand and I brought my lips to his. However, I nearly shít myself when the late bell rang. "Chill." He whispers and laughs slightly. I sigh out of relief.

"Fúck you." I say and shake my head, removing my body from his.

"You will later."

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I wanted to update but I didn't have anything to update with so here you go.

And thank you for 2.1K, words can't express my gratitude for you beautiful people. (Main reason why I wanted to update since people read this)