D:BH One shots

Daddy (Connor x Female! Reader)

Warning: Got some daddy kink in here cause why not? Also, this is a smut chapter and has some themes associated with BDSM in it, for those who see something that be Just saying👀. This is not rated E for everyone

Reader POV

I was at the office, filling out paperwork when one of the new recruits came to speak to me. "Hi" he said, smiling in a friendly way as I turned around to look at him. "Hello, you must be new" I say as I hold out a hand for him to shake. From the corner of my eye, I see Connor with a blank stare on his face as he watched us interact. I knew how Connor felt right now: irritated.

"So... I don't really know anyone here really, so maybe I was hoping we could exchange numbers and talk to one another? Just as colleagues of course" he added the last part as he blushed slightly. "Sure" I say, handing him my phone and him handing me his. I out in my number and write '(First name) (last name)' with a smile emoticon at the end. Nothing special. "Hey... Maybe I could call you some time later so we can go out to the bar and have a few drinks as we talk about this crazy work place?" He asked, seemingly trying to make a move on the first day he's already been here.

"Sure" I say, taking my phone back and giving him his. He walks away and I go back to working, failing to notice the cold look Connor gave me.

~Time skip to tonight~

I arrived home, knowing Connor and Hank got off of work early today so that means Connor could be somewhere around here. Either that or he's with Hank. I set all my stuff on my table, figuring out that the officer from earlier was named 'David'. I go to the stove and preheat it and pull out a two pack of (favorite flavor) hot pockets and waiting for the oven to get done preheating.

I picked up my phone, editing David's contact name by putting 'David the newbie' and then a meh face afterwards as familiar strong arms wrapped around my waist. "Hey Connor" I say with a grin on my face as he doesn't respond. "I didn't even know you were-" "He was flirting with you" Connor said, hugging me closer to him. "Who?" I ask, confused on who he was referring to. "The new recruit from today. David Johansen" Connor said. "Oh, him? I didn't pay too much attention to it he's-" "A new recruit that has your number" Connor said and I could feel the dominant aura around him.

Connor doesn't like it when another male tries to flirt or get with me. Our relationship is a boyfriend, girlfriend one but Connor is the dominant one here. I have no problems with that, though sometimes his jealousy can get the best of him. I didn't mind it either, I found it... Attractive when he was both dominant and jealous at the same time.

"Connor, you know I don't like him in that way" I say while putting my hands on his arms. "I know you don't. But he doesn't know that" he said, leaning down to kiss my neck and shoulder. He nibbled and bit at it, making me shudder at the sensation. It was dark in all the rooms around the kitchen and the singular light above the stove was on as my submissive side had me moan when he nibbled on the spot he knee would always shake up my senses. "C-connor" I stuttered and he bit me a bit more harsh and I gasped. "What did I tell you to address me as when this situation is happening?" Asked sternly, giving my neck another harsh bite.

"D-daddy" I replied while his hands went underneath my shirt and onto my bare hips. He pulled his face away from my neck, turning me around as I faced him. The lack of light gave him a dangerous aura as half of his face was dark and the other half held his look of dominance on it. The shadows on his face exciting me.

"What's the punishment for not addressing me by the name given?" He asked with a cold glare focused on me. "Th-three sp-spanks" I stutter, my submissive side definitely showing now as I trembled in his arms. I wasn't trembling because of being afraid, but the anticipation of him touching me. "Good, now you know that I'm getting ready to punish you and how I plan on doing it" He said as I was being brought to the living room. "D-daddy?" I squeaked out and he turned to look at me. "Yes, baby girl?" He responded as I pointed a hand to the kitchen. "The oven's on..." I say, turning my head away from his gaze and feeling my body temperature rising.