Conor Maynard imagines 2

Wrong brother x part 4

Warning: smut, BDSM, dominance, and sexual activity

"Y/n?" I sighed before looking down at Conor

"I need to go, we have McDonald's though. You coming through?" I ask

"Yeah give me a sec" he nodded. I glanced at him quickly before leaving the room.

"You Okay? Where were you?" Jack asked laying out all our food

"Your room. My mum called me" I told him, smiling at the sight of the delicious food in front of me

"Ah, how is she? Is she okay?" He asked sitting down "CONOR"

"Yeah she's all good" I nod sitting down to begin to eat

"I'm here" Conor sighed "why do I have to sit there?" He groaned at the seat next to me.

"Because I sat opposite to talk to y/n. Just stop complaining and eat" jack told him

"Fine" he sighed slumping into the chair. I looked at jack who looked at my sympathetically. I rolled my eyes before beginning to eat.

"I was thinking seeing as I have a lot of work to do I might stay at my apartment tonight. I don't want to keep you up"  I told jack.

"Okay if you want" he nodded "I need to work too" he shrugged looking away from me.

We all tucked into our meals, and I felt a hand slide across my thigh, instantly knowing it's Conor. I glanced up at him, however he wasn't looking at me instead sipping his drink.

I coughed awkwardly before trying to move my leg, however Conor's hand gripped onto my flesh keeping my leg in place. His hand moved up my leg a little more, almost reaching the spot, almost pushing his finger in me

"Want me to clear away your plates?" I ask Noticing jack had finished

"I haven't finished yet y/n" Conor said looking at me, a small playful smirk on his lips

"Well me and jack have" I stood up, my face red of fluster. I grabbed my box of empty food along with jack's

"You alright" jack asked

"Yeah" I nod quickly walking to the kitchen. I put everything in the bin before breathing out. That was close.

I heard footsteps getting closer to me. I assumed it was jack so I tried to gather myself, however Conor was soon in view. "You're an asshole" I whisper punching his bicep

"It was just a little fun" he shrugged

"A little fun? Conor, we could of got caught. You can't do that" I say trying to be as quiet as possible

"He's upstairs you don't have to whisper" Conor laughed "I was just trying to return the favour" he said walking towards me. My back pressed against the counter, with Conor's body right in front of me

"Well you can't do it now" I say putting my hand on his chest to try push him back a little.

"Can't I?" He challenged lifting one of my legs onto his waist to press his junk onto mine. I knew I shouldn't have worn a skirt today.