Imagines/oneshots Book 1

70. Connor Murphy* - a better party

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Kind of inspired by "Michael in the bathroom" from Be More Chill the musical, kind of inspired by my own worst enemy by lit Idk. That's the song that got me thinking about it.

* - leads to smut but the writing is really just making out and such, no actual sex scenes are described

Prompt: tipsy reader finds Connor alone outside at a party and wants to know if he's down to have a little fun

Song: double vision by Foreigner
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I heard a loud banging on the bathroom door. I was stood in front of the mirror looking at my face intently. I had only had half a beer and already wanted to vomit. I wasn't a lightweight or anything, it was just the thought of being around that many people at one time. I was dragged to this damn party to have fun and here I was borderline nauseous because of how many people where there that I didn't know. And damn my friend for leaving me alone to fend for myself in a stranger's house. There was another loud bang at the door. I sighed, opened it, and scurried downstairs before anyone could judge or question me. I grabbed a random solo cup off the party table and took a huge swig of it before leaving out the back door.

As soon as I hit the fresh air my nose burned with the scent of alcohol and weed. It was left over from the inside stench of the house party and I wanted to vomit again. I stood anxiously against the wooden railing and poured the remnants of the cup out onto the grass in front of me. It was definitely nicer outside being that I was the only one there, or so I thought. I set the cup on the rail and rubbed my face. When I stood up to turn to the rest of the backyard I was met with Connor Murphy sitting on a fancy lawn chair, joint hanging lightly out of his mouth. I paused like a deer in the headlights and stared at him with wide eyes, subconsciously pulling at my too short, too tight, cocktail dress. My heels scraped the concrete tiles lightly and he brought his gaze to mine.

"Couldn't handle the party?"

I placed my hands on my hips, ready to say something cocky.

"Ya know what-"

I pointed at him.

"Yeah no I got nothing, this party fucking blows."

I walked over and sat next to him, and he offered me the joint he was sucking on. I gladly took a long drag before passing it back to him.

"How come you're not inside?"

He shrugged.

"Wasn't invited."

I mouthed an 'oh' to him.

"Well, you weren't invited and I'd rather be somewhere else, how bout we ditch?"

He looked back at me for a second before turning his gaze forward and shrugging.

"Alright by me."

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Connor attacked my mouth with his own. We were sat in the back of, what I was assuming was his car, making out. It hadn't escalated to quickly but I was hoping to at least get lucky tonight. Who better to do that with than someone you knew wouldn't spread rumors about you. I scooted back a little and pulled him to me, we kept kissing and I took it upon myself to graze his collar bone with my thumb. When I pulled back for air I looked him in the eyes.

"You wanna go through with this?"

I inhaled sharply awaiting his response. He just looked at me. I raised an eyebrow at him.

"Wait really?"

I nodded frantically at him and smiled, giving him another deep kiss. When I pulled back he just smiled and nodded slowly.

"Yeah alright, I'm down if you're down."

I brought him back to me and started making out with him again, slowly unzipping his jacket And sliding it down his arms. When it was off he brought his hands back to rest on my thigh and my neck. We kissed each other passionately and soon his hand slid up my leg and under my dress.

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I heard a loud car honk before bolting upright, waking myself from a deep sleep. I breathed heavily and closed my eyes for a second before opening them slightly to adjust to the sun light. I rubbed my temples lightly at the headache pounding in my head. I blinked a few times and looked around, taking in the sight of a car parked in what seemed like the woods. I was surrounded by trees but I couldn't tell where the sound had come from. Suddenly there was a knock at the window behind me. I spun around fast, to see Connor Murphy peaking through the window with two coffees. I turned and opened the door, sliding over to the seat behind the driver so he could sit next to me.

"Morning."

He offered me a small smile and handed me the cup.

"Morning, I guess."

I took a long sip of the coffee before closing my eyes and letting my head fall back against the seat.

"Uh, I'm sorry about that."

I opened one eye to peer at him, only to see him pointing at my neck. I quickly shot up to inspect myself in the rearview mirror. My neck was covered in little red and purple spots and all I could do was sigh and sit back in the seat.

"It's fine, I can cover it."

He scratched the back of his neck.

"And sorry about your dress again, I really didn't mean to rip it that much. I did bring you a change of clothes though."

He handed me the satchel that hung around his shoulder.

"I figured you'd be about my sister's size so I took some of her old clothes that she doesn't really wear anymore."

I searched through what he had brought and mumbled a quiet "thank you." I started to get undressed but he quickly looked away from me with a loud "woah." I looked at him with an odd expression on my face.

"Did.... Did you not see me naked last night?"

He looked back at me a little bit, noticed I stopped undressing and looked at me fully.

"I mean yeah but don't you want like privacy or something?"

I shrugged and started undressing again, he just looked away and watched out the window.

"I didn't really get a chance to ask you last night but..."

He scratched the back of his neck, peered at me, and returned his gaze back out the window.

"Was I? Was I good?"

I looked over to see him scrunch his nose and shake his head like he regretted saying that. I pulled the shorts up my legs and tapped his shoulder. He looked back at me and sat forward once he saw I was changed.

"You were just fine Connor."

I gave him a small smile but he seemed a little disappointed.

"Just fine?"

I laughed a little.

"What? You want a gold medal?"

He cracked a smile at that.

"No I guess no."

I scooted closer to him and intertwined our fingers, holding a small slip of paper between our palms.

"It was good Connor, believe me. And if you ever get a wild hair and want to do it again I would gladly. All you gotta do is call. But with that I should probably go, my mom is already gonna kill me for not coming home last night."

I kissed his cheek and got out of the car, slamming the door behind me and walking towards the road. I heard his car door open but didn't look back.

"Am I allowed to text you on this number?"

He called after me.

"Anytime Murphy."

I raised my hand in the air and kept walking before dropping it back down to my side. Yeah, anytime.