Connor Jessup Imagines (requests are closed)

"In A World This Cold" (Hal Mason smut; part three)

"Do what?" He whispered and you didn't need to see his face to know he was smirking. You could hear it in his voice.

"Sneak up on me like that..." You whispered, not trusting your voice.

It was, what, four years into the apocalypse? People have needs.

He hummed as he pressed his lips further down your neck, sucking slightly as you gasped when he found your soft spot. He sucked harsher as your small whimpers fueled him and your hand entangled in his fluffy hair.

You tugged harshly on his dark brown locks as he bit down on your neck. He groaned softly as he swiftly lifted you on top of the desk and claimed your lips.

He cupped your neck with his long slender fingers, making the kiss more needy and desperate for desire. You were both panting as the air around you felt hot and you tugged his jacket off of him. He only pulled away from you to take both his and your shirt off, nearly ripping the fabric.

He reclaimed your lips as you fumbled with his belt, eventually getting it off and you tugged his pants down a bit. You scooted off of the desk and broke away from the kiss, maintaining eye contact as you lowered to your knees.

He looked at you through hooded eyes as you kissed down his torso and slowly pulled down the waistband of his boxers. His breathing became more shallow as you gripped the base of his shaft and gently kissed the tip.

"Fuck, stop teasing, (Y/n)." He pleaded through gritted teeth as you licked a stripe from the base of his length to the tip. You obliged and quickly took as much of him as you could without gagging. He groaned loudly as he ran his fingers through your hair, making a make-shift ponytail.

You occasionally looked up at him through your eyelashes innocently as you took his shaft in your mouth, pumping what you couldn't fit with your hand. Despite the cold weather and lack of heating, he had beads of sweat across his forehead.

He threw his head back and moaned your name as you hollowed out your cheeks and moaned around him. You felt him twitch in your mouth as he pulled on your hair a bit and pulled out of your mouth.

"Your turn, baby girl." He whispered as you stood back up. He undid the button of your jeans while his lip was between his teeth. He pulled them down along with the garments underneath and sat you back on top of the desk.

He quickly, yet softly, licked at your heat and you let out a small moan. Your fingers entangled in his hair scratched along his bicep as he sucked on your sensitive nub. You moaned his name along with a string of profanities as you felt yourself nearing your high all too quickly.

You whimpered as he inserted two fingers into you, curling them while his mouth continued to work at your clít. You panted for breath as you felt the almost foreign burn in your stomach and you let out a loud moan. "Hal, I'm-" He shushed you before sucking harshly and quickening the pace of his fingers.

You wanted to scream out at the pleasure that burst inside you but it only came out as a whimper. He rode out your high with his fingers and pulled them out, licking them before groaning in appreciation.

You had grabbed his face in your hands and brought his lips to yours and kissed him as if saying thank you. You could taste yourself on his lips, but you didn't really mind much. He stood in between your legs and parted them as far as they would go and slowly entered you as he kept your lips captive.

You moaned into his mouth as he stretched your walls completely. Your nails dug into his back and shoulders as his dug into your thigh and lower back.

You both were moaning loudly as your names flew off of each others lips. You shuddered and buried your face in his neck as he thrusted faster into you. You bit down on his neck, causing him to groan and curse under his breath.

You felt yourself coming undone again and you knew he was close too by the way his pace became uneven. You tumbled down the stairway of ecstasy, shuddering as he soon followed.

You both tried regaining your breath and with one last kiss, you got dressed and left the store.

"So, who's better?" He asked as you were both walking hand in hand with your guns strapped to you backs.

"What do you mean?" You asked, barely even paying attention to reality.

"Who's better in bed, me or Ben?" You laughed slightly, but didn't answer.

"What?" He asked.

"I didn't say anything." You shrug.

"Exactly. It's me though...right?"

You looked back at him and smirked as you walked past him and into camp.

You laughed to yourself as you heard him mutter confusedly to himself.

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do you ever wonder if Connor and Drew ever get together and then one of them wonders aloud, "oh hey, I wonder if we have fan fictions about ourselves" and the other probably is like "well, let's see" and then they realize they have tons of fan fictions and they read them while half drunk and laugh and cringe and maybe even get horny like wow

this mildly terrifies me like its weird for me to think that they might one day stumble upon this and slowly whisper "what the fuck" lmfao

or hell, they probably already know...

anyways, Connor's imagine that may or may not lead to smut is next.