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Masterlist

Notorious

Connor McGregor x Reader Series:

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Three

Four

Five

Six

Seven

Eight

Nine

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Imagines:

Come on Baby - Knox x Reader (Roadhouse 2024)

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Come on, baby

Knox x F!Reader

(Y/n) Brandt has a history with her fathers most trustworthy hit man

SMUT SMUT SMUT

Getting the call from Gerald Brandt was a surprise to say the least. “Knox, I need you!” “What do you need?” Gerald screams into the phone, “Knox, my Idiot son is fucking things up!” “I’ll leave right away.” “And Knox, look after (y/n).” Knox pauses, excitement brewing in him. “You know I will.”

~

I see a man walking down the dock to the shitty houseboat named so cleverly “The Boat”. I sit up from my chair, holding onto my hat in the low wind as the boat rocks in the water. “That’s the new bouncer at the roadhouse Ben keeps going on about?” The smirk grows on my lips. My friend meets my gaze, staring at the man as he steps onto the boat and shamelessly begins to work out in the sun. “He’s hot.” I lean on the railing.

I wave my hand towards him as my boat sails by. “Looking good over there!” He stops mid-sit up and waves with a small smile before continuing his set. My friend scoffed with a smile. “I'm assuming you’re taking a trip down to the bar tonight.” I shrug sitting back in my hair and sipping my margarita. “Might be.”

I walk into the bar and scan the scene. The music is upbeat, and the people seem to be calm… for now at least. I allow my eyes to scan the entire place until I see him. Sitting at the bar, and quietly observing. I walk to him and take the seat directly beside him. I smile at the bartender, “Rum and coke please.”

The man beside me smirks as I mindlessly pat my fingers on the bar looking around. I meet his eyes and drop my jaw dramatically. “Well, what are the chances? Hey there handsome.” “My name’s Dalton.” I shake his hand, “(y/n). Nice to see you again. Shirt on this time, but we can work on that.”

Night after night I’d go to the roadhouse and sit with Dalton. Flirting and talking, were all fun. When there was an issue he’d get up, handle it with some sarcastic banter and strong punches, and then he’d be back beside me with a cheeky smile as if nothing happened. I like a man who can handle himself. He was a sweet guy to top it off. He definitely shouldn’t be the one to be here taking care of this matter. He shouldn’t have to be the one to deal with my idiot brother and his schemes.

~

I put six sandwiches on a plate and exit the home to the back patio. “Sandwiches are on the bar!” I yell to the boys as I sit down in a chair, opening my book. Not long after I gained inner peace, a loud collision struck right in front of the house. I tear my shades off as a figure enters. “Who the fuck put those bikes in my way?” I watch as Knox strolls in. “Who the fuck are you?” Clyde asks. Knox raises his hand to his face, “Shh.”

He walks to the bar and praises the leftover sandwiches. “Thank you, God. Sandwiches. I’m fucking famished.” He bites into the bread with a growl.

This can not be happening. I was set on the fact that I would not have to see this asshole ever again. The memories flash so quickly. A day full of shopping. The 4 bottles of wine at the most expensive restaurant in Rome. Romantic walks down the streets. Long nights full of him showering me with endless pleasure.

Moe bursts in quickly, “He knocked all the fucking bikes over!” I roll my eyes going back to my book. I’d rather not be involved in whatever the hell he’s doing. I turn the page in my book trying to focus on the words cascading down the page but I can feel his eyes burning onto my frame. Clyde towers over him. “Now you got a big ass problem, bucko.”

Knox nods, mouth full, “No shit! First off, I’m going to need more than 3 sandwiches.”

“I wasn’t done talking.” Clyde cuts Knox off.

Knox glares at Clyde, meeting his gaze with power. “Actually, that’s where you’re wrong, lad.” He pushes past Clyde and nears my chair. He stands next to me, looking down at me. I put my book down with a huff. Knox smiles, “What darlin’? Not a word for me? Thought you’d be happy to see me.” I stand up, bumping his arm as I walk past him.

Knox plops down in my seat, lounging back. “Aye, baby. Are you going to make me some more sandwiches or what?” I flip him off as I slam the door shut. “Stupid mother fucking Irish asshole.”

I tear my bathing suit off in a rush. Why the fuck has he come here? Something to do with my father no doubt. I step into the shower trying to calm my nerves, trying to burn out the heat that ignites in my core. He always had this effect on me. I can't help but remember the night.

I lay back on the couch, my dress hugged my body tightly. Knox saunters over with another glass of wine for me. “Mhh thank you,” I mumble out. He takes a seat next to me. I lay my legs over his thighs, beginning to look over his entire frame. He was big (no doubt everywhere). I run my foot over his crotch. He narrows his gaze at me. “Nah, lassie. That’s not in the cards for you.” He grabs my ankles putting my motions to a stop. I sigh before standing, rolling the wine into my glass. “I thought you were fun.” I lean down to my phone, putting some music on. I sway my hips, my back facing Knox. I down my glass of wine, turning around and arching my back on the wall. His eyes glued to my frame, his orbs burning into mine. I take a step forward, lowering the zipper of my dress with each step. I stand in front of him, zipper completely down, the dress hanging loosely. I lean down, my hands on his shoulders. “Still not in the cards? Even for me?” Knox chuckles, forcing his eye contact to the wall. “You father would have my ass, baby.”

I stand straight again. “Hm, that’s a shame.” I let the straps of the dress off my shoulders, it cascades down to the marble floor delicately. Only clad in my panties and expensive heels I turn away from him, leaving the dress at his feet.

“Fuckin hell.” He mumbles.

Before I know it I’m tossed onto the bed and Knox is kissing up my body and pampering my exposed breast with kisses and bites.

Soon his fingers pumping deliciously in and out of my heat. I arch up with a loud cry as an orgasm races through me. “There's a good girl."

I splash water onto my face. I can’t allow myself to get tangled in with him again. There’s nothing there but an empty promise. I know the bed will be cold by morning.

I step out of the shower and dry my body with the towel before hanging said towel up on the door. I bent over, flipping my head over to start drying my wet hair.

“I always did adore this side of you, love.”

I shoot up and turn around. “What the fuck!” I snatch my towel off the door and hold it up in front of me. “Get out!” He doesn’t. Instead, he walks closer causing me to back up until I hit the countertop. He places his arms on either side of me, making a chance for an easy escape difficult.

He bites his lip looking at my poorly hidden body. He catches the hem of the towel in his fingers. “Why don’t we catch up?” I look at him with wide eyes and anger boiling in my chest. “Are you fucking kidding me?” Knox sucks in a breath. “Now listen, I know how it looked back then.” I scoff and push him away. He doesn’t fight me and allows me to pass. “Hate to see you go, but I love seeing you walk away, baby.” I enter my bedroom and with one last glance at Knox, I slam the door shut.

~

Ben walks into the back patio and sees Knox sitting in a tanning chair, eating a plate of sandwiches. “I’m sorry, who the fuck are you?” Knox nods, “Hey. I got a message for you. From your father.” He stands facing Ben.

Bem furrows his brow, “A message? My father? And what… What is this “message”?” Knox pops Ben in the nose quickly before tossing his arm over his shoulders. “You’re Ben, right? Jerry’s son?” He chuckles removing himself. Knox admires the house. He points to the pool shed. “This is where I’ll store my stuff. And that master bedroom up there is mine. Move your sister's shit in with mine. You can take her room.” Ben shakes his head, confusion clouds his mind. “What are you talking about? Who are you?”

Knox grabs a golf club. “Your dad says you’ve been fucking things up.” He turns to Ben, who backs away. “He asked me to lend a hand.”

Ben scoffs, “How would my father know? He’s in a prison, rotting in a cell.” “Don’t be silly. Your father has spies everywhere.”

“Well, you can tell my father…” Ben starts but gets cut off by his sister (y/n) coming out. “Where are you going?” She rolls her eyes. “Why do you care?” She takes a step and Ben grabs her arm. Knox straightens up, anger brewing within him. No one gets to touch her.

“Is it the road house? To see your little boyfriend?” (Y/n) rips his arm off, “Believe it or not but I’m actually likable unlike you.” She walks off. “Don’t go to that fucking bar, (y/n)!” She turns around with a smirk. “Or what?” Knox watches her such as predator watches their prey. Fire brewed within his chest at the thought of some other man touching her, touching what he had claimed.

Ben runs his fingers through his hair, frustration existing on his face. “She’s such a pain in my ass.” He turns back to Knox. “I don’t need your fuckin’ help. I have it all under control.”

“No, you don’t.” Knox swings the club, making Ben back away again. “Yes, I have people out there right now… cleaning up this final issue, and that’s all…” Knox ignored Ben’s confident plan. “So, where’s this bouncer asshole?”

~

I enter the road house and move to the corner expecting to see Dalton but to my surprise, he’s nowhere in sight. Laura slides my drink over. “He’s late.” I furrow my brow. “That’s a first.”

An hour later Dalton comes in looking a little disheveled. He sits beside me taking a breath. “Hey.” “Hey, what’s going on?” He shakes his head. “Had a little mix-up with the sheriff.” I cringe internally, “A mix-up?” My brothers doing. Laura leans over conserved. “What are we talkin’ about?”

A surprising guest speaks a few seats away. “Yeah, what are we talking about?” Ben walks over, taking the seat next to me. “Hey, sis. Thought I told you to stay home.” Ben averts his attention from me. “I’m curious to hear what you were gonna tell her, Dalton. I’m Ben Brandt. (Y/n)‘s brother.”

Dalton smirks, “Let me guess. It’s your turn now.” “My turn?” “You know, to threaten me. Tell me to get out of town. Like your buddy, Big Dick.” Ben chuckled. “No. No, I get the impression that you can’t be threatened.

I wish you could be, but… I’d even bribe you if I thought money would work.” Dalton nods, “Really? How much we talking?”

“Ben, can you just fuck off?” He turns to me, anger in his eyes. “(Y/n) doesn’t it make you curious what an outsider like him… thinks he’s doing here.” I roll my eyes. “I don’t know, Ben. Nor do I care. Just get the fuck out of here.”

Ben ignores me again. “So, I guess my question is… Why? Right? It can’t be just some competitive thing, you…you’ve won the fight. You can back off now. But you… you don’t. You just keep… punching and punching and punching. So, why? Why don’t you just stop?” Dalton stays silent causing Ben to exit like a toddler, anger blowing from his ears.

Dalton raises a brow. “Your brother, huh?” “I like to think I’m adopted.” The door opens and Knox strolls in with the bikers behind him. I watch as Knox scans the room making eye contact with me.

Knox strolls around, picking at two separate tables. “Hey, fellas. Looks like you’re havin’ a smashing night!” He swings the golf club smashing every bottle and glass off their table. Knox successfully starts the bar fight and chaos consumes the entire building.

“Dalton! Dalton! Dalton!” Knox screams as he scans the room. I stand up and walk towards him. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” Knox chuckled, lowering his head, our noses brushing. “A lot of shit. You wanna try to fix me?” His smirk grows.

“Dalton! Dalton!” On-demand, Dalton yells from the top of the steps. “What?” Knox looks over him as if inspecting. He tosses his head back. “This is the guy?” He asks me, I can see jealousy glowing in his eyes. “Leave him alone, Knox.”

He points to Dalton. “You know, I got sent here special. Just for you.” Dalton stays calm, taking a glance around the chaotic scene. “And you brought all your friends with you?” “I thought you might miss havin’ an audience. I was trying to be thoughtful. Like on pay-per-view. 25 quid. Watch me pulp your face!” Panic pumps through my veins. “You can’t fucking do this, Knox.”

Dalton stands a few feet away now. “You know this guy too?” Knox smirks and looks at me, waiting for my answer. “He’s my father’s employee.” Knox places his hand on his chest, acting like his feelings are damaged. “Aww come on, baby. Don’t be like that.“ He takes my chin between his fingers, his face inches from mine. “How do I know that you squeal when having your pussy eaten just, hm? Right here.” Knox sticks his hand down to my clothed crotch and pats my pelvic bone lightly. I gasp and move away from him. The act so bold in a public setting had my cheeks glowing red and a pool between my legs.

Dalton grabs Knox and shoves it away. “Don’t touch her, man.” Knox smiles at Dalton. “Nah, mate. You don’t get to touch her! SHE’S MINE!” Knox swings his club at Dalton hitting him in the stomach, before punching him and starting a brawl between the two.

I follow some of the bikers outside as they file out. “What the fuck was that?” I scream at Dell. “Stop it, (y/n). You know Brandt wants the road house.” I roll my eyes, “a shitty bar? For real?” I turn on my heel to walk back into the bar, but Knox catches my upper arm and pulls me to his car. “Let go of me, Knox.” He opened the passenger door and oh so helpfully assisted me in. “You and me. We’re going to have a little chit-chat.” He fumes. He’s angry. He flies off, tearing up gravel as he speeds out of the lot. He maneuvers through traffic, passing cars at high speed. “If you slow down we won’t live long enough to talk,” Knox smirks at me. “Ah baby, I’ve missed that smart mouth of yours, truly.”

Knox drifts into a lonely dock and slams the door as he gets out. “Let’s go.” Knox strips his shirt and shoes. I step out and lean against the front of the car, the sand damp on my feet.

Knox shakes his finger at me. “This ain’t you. Where’d my girl go?” I glare at him, “Maybe she’s back in Rome where you ditched her two years ago.” Knox, only a couple feet away smiles again. “All that? Baby you know your father had me running around for him.” “You left me alone with no explanation. You dipped that morning and never spoke to me again.” Knox nods, “Yeah, I did. That’s what your father told me to do.” “Yeah, and you always do what he says huh? Like a dog.”

Knox drops his smile. “And what have you been doing? You used to listen like a good girl. Now look at ya. Fucking around with these assholes.”

“Better than you.”

Knox grabs my arm pulling me to him. “Aww, now I see it. You’ve not been fucked real good in a long time. That it?” I raise my hand and slap him across the face. He pauses for a moment before a dark smirk grows across his lips. “There’s my tiger.”

Fuck it. This is toxic as hell.

I wrap my arms around his broad body, attacking his mouth. He holds me up, holding our bodies as close as possible. Our tongues battling, the passion seeping from each other's mouths. The clawing and scratching of our hands. He kisses down my neck, running his tongue over my collarbones. The hot breeze sticks to the moist surface. He pushes me back onto the hood of the car. “I’m going to fuck the brat out of you, but first…” he flips the hem of my dress over my thighs, and separates them. “I need to taste ya.”

He kisses the soft skin of my inner thighs. A drunken state unraveled within me. Knox pulls my panties down, taking a look at my private. He nestled between my thighs, "Such a pretty cunt. How did I ever let you out of my sight?" The praises leaving his mouth caused me to gasp. I am unable to speak, unable to ask if he wanted to do this out here, on the beach, given any surprise visitor. All I could do was moan and arch my back onto the cold surface of the car. My heart was racing, blood rushing, toes being forced to curl.

His tongue brushed through my folds, collecting drops of the hot arousal. He moaned against my cunt, sucked on the pulsing bundle of nerves. “Knox," the call of his name made him chuckle against my skin. I had never known such pleasures besides him. I was already close to letting go, his mouth latching onto my clit, once again leaving me to arch her back off the hood. "Let go for me, darling."

With another breathy moan, I release, eyes rolling back into my head, fingernails about to claw stripes into the pain of the car. He lazily licked my slit for a few more seconds before he pulled away, moving up her body to press a soft kiss to my lips. “Knox, fuck me please," I whined, looking into his eyes, pleading. He smiled and followed my order within seconds.

My legs lay wide open for him to enter and while his hands hold my waist tightly. He shoved himself up my pussy with such an ease.

"You feel perfect, angel. Nothing changed." he moaned, his moves quickened fast. Noises of skin slapping against skin filled the area. "So fucking good" Knox panted in between harsh thrusts. My lower body just perfectly crashed together with his. I was in heaven as I felt myself coming closer and closer to my end. "I'm gonna cum." | whimpered so quietly that he could barely hear it. “You're the only man who can make me feel this good,” I whined, I was all his.

His movements grew slower, and he heavily breathed into my face. “You’re mine, (y/n).” I was so close, my body was burning. I nod breathlessly, “I’m all yours.” Waves of an orgasm beautifully crashed in, and it was only a matter of seconds before I would cum.

"Good girl." Knox panted and I knew he was about to cum. His hand wandered to my clit and circled it at a fast, pleasuring pace. That was it. I felt my orgasm finally coming in and I let out a loud moan. Knox growled into my neck and bit into my shoulder as he came right after me, releasing all of his warm cum inside me. He kept moaning and growling into my skin, both of us exhausted and in a blissful state. His body was limp on mine.

We laughed into each other's faces and after a moment of silence and just looked at each other. He moved over to his car, retrieving a blanket. “What are you doing?” I ask still lying in bliss. He spread the blanket on the sand. “A night under the stars. What do ya say, lass?” He picks me up and lays us down on the soft blanket. His hands went over my back, and it sent shivers down my spine. In this moment the world was perfect.

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The purple bulge

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CONOR MCGREGOR Road House (2024)

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CONOR MCGREGOR Road House (2024)

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Notorious

Conor McGregor x Reader

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SMUT WARNING

The press conference started well, no yelling, just light banter being thrown back and forth. A fan stands up to the mic asking a question for Conor.

“Conor, you’ve always praised your team for their work. Is there anything particular they do that helps you out?” Conor picks up his mic, sunglasses low. “Ah, my team is the best. My trainers work constantly into the late hours. Not to mention my great PR for always keeping my big mouth shut.” Dustin picks up his mic with a snicker. “I thought she liked it wide open.” I cover my mouth in shock at the words.

The crowd gasps at the comment. The comment is so out of character for the fighter. Conor looks over Dana at Dustin, “what the fuck was that? Disrespectful little bitch. A dog is what you’ll be. I’ll drag you out of that octagon by the throat!” Dustin stands up with confidence, “no more waiting, come on, let’s go!” Conor stands and pounces but the guards and Dana separate them.

~

In the gym hours later Conor is still fuming over the event from hours prior. His trainer working him thin, but he just keeps proceeding. “You’re going to wear yourself out. Equal training time is part of the schedule. You’re supposed to be soaking in the shower right now.” I yell over his loud music.

Conor stands from the ground, he walks to me taking a seat. “And where in that schedule does it say for us to have a little chat?” I shrug my shoulders, continuing my email. “(Y/n), there is something we need to discuss.”

I shouldn’t have done this to him. It’s going to distract him from the fight. From everything, he’s been working for. “You’ve got a lot going on.” I stand packing up my laptop. Conor grabs my wrist. “(Y/n). Come on, Lassie. You of all people know what gets me through a fight.” Conor leans in, whispering in my ear. “Being hungry, having something to fight for.” Conor lets his wrapped hands trail down my sides landing on my hips. “I want to fight for you, (y/n).”

I gulp quickly, avoiding his eyes, “come by the room. We can talk.”

Conor smiles with a nod. “Leave the door unlocked.”

~

It was 3 am and I was still waiting for Conor to visit. After another hour I gave up on staying awake. I rolled over in the silk sheets and let sleep consume my mind.

Conor POV:

I open the conjoined door to (y/n)’s room. “Lassie, I’m sorry I took so long. I spent too long with the trainer.” Her body doesn’t even twitch as I speak.

I smile at her limp sleeping form. She’s so beautiful. I draw her hair back from her cheeks, allowing a finger to trace over her soft skin. “(Y/n). Wake up, love.” She stirs but doesn’t wake. She grabs my hand on her cheek. “Stay.”

I stare at her with a growing smile. “Stay?” She nods, a small grin plastered on her lips. “We can talk in the morning. Just stay tonight.”

Without another word, I kick my shoes off and climb into the bed next to her. She scoots close, resting her head in my chest and tossing her leg over mine. I enclose her form in my arms, feeling at peace at this moment. The calming scent from her hair slowly lulls me to sleep.

~

I twitch as a light pressure glides over my jaw. I open my eyes seeing (y/n) on her side tracing my face. “I thought I was dreaming.” She stops her movements as our eyes meet. "You're not the only one." She props herself on her arm, looking at the walls, avoiding my gaze. "(y/n)." I touch her hand softly. I wrap my hand around hers. "I'm sorry for the way I acted towards you in the gym." She smiles, her lips crowning the pearly whites her teeth shine. "I think we just need to talk." I lay back, huffing in frustration. "Now you know that's not my strong suit. I'm a fighter not a lover." She releases a small giggle as she hauls over my torso quickly. She straddles my center, holding my arms down. "Not a lover, huh?"

I let my hands fall to her hips, the pressure building below. "Maybe you could be an exception." She draws near, "Is that what you want?" Her voice is faint as she trails kisses under my jaw. I drag the back of her neck, maneuvering her to a passionate kiss.

We lay in the bed together. the sunlight bleeding through the windows into the afternoon. "We should really get up, you know?" (Y/n) says as she traces the tattoos on my chest. I kiss her forehead, sinking lower into the bed. "It's an off day, lassie. Don't ruin it." She giggles as she nuzzles her head deeper into the crook of my neck. Laying here with her feels so natural. Why haven't we come to this conclusion before? "Conor?" She asks in a quiet voice. "Yeah?"

"What do we do now?"

~

It's been exactly two weeks since Conor and I started... whatever the fuck this is...

Conor will enter his room at the end of the night, but soon enter the conjoining room and jump to the bed with me. "Whatcha watching?" He asks as he plops himself beside me. "The Office." I giggle as Michlae prances around with the purple bandanna on his head. "Don't drop the soap. Don't drop the soap." I toss my head back laughing. Conor raises his arm allowing me to cuddle into his side. How come we never started this before now? Maybe because I work for him...

Our dynamic hasn't shifted insanely. We are still professional in public, giving no indication that there is something unknown between us. We stand in the news studio. Conor gets a mic attached before he goes on an interview, while I stand on the sides making my rounds and begging Conor to not make my job harder. He shrugs with a smirk, "Where's the fun in that?"

As Conor sits at the table awaiting his host. I open my binder, checking off my list of contact I needed to speak with. "Ayee there she is." I look up seeing Conor zoom in on my frame as he records from his seat. "Look at her! Sexist PR agent in the business." I close my binder, unable to contain the smile that bleeds through. "Stop." I wave my hand at him, covering my face. "Do a spin for me." I cover my face with the binder backing away from the view. As I back away to the refreshments table I can hear Conor cackle from his seat.

Hours later the video Conor posted on Instagram was flooded with comments, questions, and rumors from fans alike. I scroll through the sections as Conor showers. By now, he's just moved his things into my room.

AllySpree23: "Are they dating?"

Ash_mash: "Dee? Where she at?"

Covin.roller55: "Fun at the office?"

Lee_Rose: "They're kinda cute."

IzyAudi: "Keeping it professional"

JJonesFan: "She's only in it for his money"

UFCProfessionals: "They're just friends. Have been for years."

Jackson76Hespinoza: "He called her sexy..."

SammySumbmissions: "Dee: 👀"

BestofLewis: "I don't think Dana would approve"

isafukinbet: "We stan a PR Queen"

AlexiaRabbs66: "Conor's Queen"

The bathroom door opens and Conor exits... in only a towel. "What you doing, love?" "Watching your video. Reading the comments." "They love you." I roll my eyes, "I still can't believe you posted it. Not being very secretive." Conor shrugs, "I don't want you to be a secret."

Conor goes to remove the towel but I grab his wrist. I crawl towards him, standing on my knees on the end of the bed, meeting his height. "Should we be doing this?" I ask tracing his chest. He places a hand on my cheek, running his thumb across my cheekbone. "we should be happy."

“You’re so pretty,” Conor says. His hands made their way to my hips. Losing grip of his towel. It hangs on his hips dangerously. I grin at the man, “You think so?”

Conor hummed lowly in reply, continuing to admire me. He wasn’t shy as he let his eyes wander to the cleavage that was practically calling his attention as it paraded in front of him. His hand came up to finger at my neckline, pulling at it to reveal even more of your skin to him. A groan caught in the back of Conor’s throat as he saw the lace of the bra I was wearing.

There wasn’t even a hint of hesitance as I brought the garment over my head, flinging it away to an unimportant corner of the room before retaking your position.

“And what do you think of me now?” I ask, allowing my tongue to run along the inside of my lips.

“Beautiful.” Conor didn’t hold himself back any longer. His left hand traveled even north to wrap around my neck, finding a home there and pulling me forward gently so that he could finally press his lips roughly against my own.

I started to press my hips to grind against his in small waves, the towel becomes even looser, seeking any sort of friction to alleviate the throbbing that had been steadily growing between my legs. I had dreamt of this. Wished for it. Now here I am with his cock ready.

Conor bucked his hips upwards and the sharp jolt caused the towel to fall to the ground abandoned. I pull away from his lips, daring my eyes to avert south. He took a step back, proudly showing off his member as a priceless work of art. I put myself on the floor, slowly lowering myself to all fours, crawling to him. Conor gasps as he watches my movements. I’m faced with him in all his glory. I waste no time grabbing him in my hands and wrapping my lips around his head. He groaned at the sight of my eyes wide and glossy. My mouth was hot around him, tongue lapping him clean.

He was quick to grip his hand on the back of my head, guiding me as I took him in my mouth. The pace he set was merciless. He made it clear that he was the one in control as he forced my head down the length of his shaft, making me gag around him as he hit the back of your throat. His head fell back for a brief moment, eyes almost going cross as I hollowed out my cheeks.

“Fuck!” He groaned out. I was watching him from under hooded eyelids, eyes practically glowing with lust and his gaze was intense as he stared back.

“Come here.” Conor was pumping his fist around his shaft as he watched me stand, legs coming onto either side of him before sitting down on the bed a few feet behind us. He planted another kiss, this one was softer than all the others but still portrayed the rabid need he had for me.

“You’re so gorgeous.” He breathed out shakily, completely enamored at the sight of me below him.

"Do you want me?” He stares directly into my orbs.

“Of course.”

Conor started to slowly spread my leg wide, the head of his cock up with my entrance. His hand on my hip, he used his other to gently and slowly drag the thick head of his cock through the folds, coating it in my slickness. It was easy to relent, to let himself finally sink onto my pussy. The entire room practically shook from the loud groan he let out as he split my pussy open.

”You take me so- fucking well.” Conor felt like he was almost in disbelief, elated from the sight of his throbbing cock disappearing into the sweetness that was my cunt, buried deep inside my slick warmth.

“Feels so- good.” I breathed out shakily between urgent thrusts and grinding of hips. “Yeah?” He cooed as he watched, only keeping the very tip of him in before sinking back down. “You like my cock? I’m gonna make you feel so good.”

He planted his feet firmly on the ground and delivered a sharp and precise thrust upwards the next time you came back down.

“Conor!” I cried out, falling forward as pleasure mixed with the slightest hint of pain bloomed through my body. Conor slid down to get better leverage and began drilling into me at an unrelenting and frenzied pace. His grip on my hips was so incredibly hard as he used it to slam me back against him, but I didn’t care, too lost in the waves that were overtaking my soul.

My walls gripped him tighter and tighter until finally, he watched as my eyes rolled back when reached my peak, walls spasming and moans bouncing around the room. I was seeing stars as my legs shook uncontrollably from the overwhelming feeling.

Conor was relentless as he continued pumping into my cunt throughout my convulsing climax, determined to make me feel the best I ever had, although the pace was much slower than previously. His breaths were coming out in short pants whilst my own were breathy moans as I trembled.

I reached up, threading my fingers through his hair to pull him down slightly to connect our lips in a kiss.

"You’re so pretty when you cum for me.” He murmured after he let you come down for your high for a few moments whilst leaving kisses on your neck. Conor picked up the pace of his hips once again, he drilled into me.

"I’m so close.” He groaned out, hips starting to stutter, unable to keep up the tempo he had previously kept so easily as he leaped and bounded closer to climax.

Conor’s orgasm washed over him with a deep jerk forward, he yanked out, spilling onto my stomach with a loud cry, milking himself completely dry as he twitched slightly.

We stayed silent as he come down from the euphoric actions. Conor grabs my hand, planting tiny kisses on each finger. “Be mine, Lassie.” He hums with a small smile. I scoot closer to him completely exhausted. “You got it, baby.”

[ufcconor]

Notorious

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I wake up with the sun directly beating into my eyes, I groan rolling over on my back, looking up to the ceiling. "oh my fuck, my head." I squeeze my eyes shut wanting to lay here forever and die. I roll once more, making my way to my bag, I open it pulling out some Advil, and popping four in my mouth. I crawl to my phone only to see it's been blown up by Tom. I roll my eyes, opening the texts, and sending him the picture.

If you wanted someone else, you should've let me know. Please, do not contact me again, Tom.

Send.

After a hot shower and more Advil, I'm stable enough to take on the day. I walk out of my room seeing Conor standing on the other side of the hall. "Hey, you're up early." I look at my phone seeing the time, "Oh, never mind. I'm up late." Conor keeps his arms crossed. "Yeah, now we're behind." He walks to the elevator without another word. I catch up to his pace, "You okay?" he nods without looking down at me, "Fine."

As the interviews go on Dana leans over to me, "What's wrong with him?" He asks gesturing to Conor. He sits in his chair, glaring daggers at Dustin across the room. "Maybe he's really into it." I take another look at Conor, worrying myself. He's very primal this moment as if he could pounce on a dime. I walk to him passing him the sheet of questions for the next interview. "These are approved questions and answers." He rips the sheet from my fingers before brushing me away. I look down at him confused, "Can I get you anything? Coffee? A bagel? Something to get the stick out of your ass?" He bites the inside of his cheek, holding in anger, he dips his head down, looking to me, "Go." His usually bright eyes are dark, scary. I back up behind the camera, next to Dana. "I don't know what's wrong." Dana sighs, "You better figure it out. I can't have these two knuckle it out until fight night." Dana walks off to Dustin's Conor, checking on him.

Conor's interview starts, "I'm here with Conor McGregor, how are you, Conor?" He nods, "I'm good." "Great. Now, Conor, what can we expect to see in the next few weeks?" Conor nods his head in Dustin's direction, "He's going to talk a lot of mad shit. Try to get into my head, manipulate important people around me, he's trying too hard. I'll take his life in that octagon."

Conor stands after the interview and begins to walk along the back wall, watching the room. I look at him but look away quickly. I pack up all my things, making my way out the doors. "Hey!" I turn around to see Dustin. "Yes, Mr. Poirier?" He smiles, "How's your head?" I tilt my head in confusion, "I'm sorry?" He mimics my expression, "Damn, you were really drunk." He waves it off, "I helped you get to your room last night. Just wanted to see how you were feeling today." "Oh. I'm okay. Um, thank you." He nods, "Have a good day, (Y/n)."

I look to my left and see Conor getting in the designated travel fan, I rush over, but they speed off without me. "What the fuck!" I shake my head, feeling the tears well in my eyes, "You need a ride?" Dustin asks just yards away. I shrug, "Better than walking."

~

1 AM and I have yet to see Conor. I've called him 7 times trying to get his attention. I need his approval for the next set of interview questions, plus I want to see what the fuck I have done.

Three hard, devoted knocks land upon the door. I stand while sending Conor another text.

Hey! Swing by when you can, I have some things for you to approve.

I open the door and step back, speak of the devil...

Conor's phone dings, proving he got my text. "I'm here." He brushes past me and moves to sit at the table where everything is neatly laying out. He picks up the pen, avoiding eye contact, "Where do I sign?" "Don't you want to read over it?" "Nah."

As he's about to put the tip of the pen on the paper I jerk the paper away. "Why are you being like this?" He finally looks up at me, his expression so blank. "Conor I haven't done anything to you, but you're treating me like shit." He rolls his eyes, and stands up, making his way to the door, "Don't bother coming to the interviews." I step in front of him, blocking him from the doorway. "What the fuck have I done?" I feel tears swell in my eyes. He stares down at me with unreadable emotions. He tears his eyes away and reaches for the doorknob, but I stop him, pressing my hands to his chest.

He looks down at my hands tangled in the fabric of his shirt. Conor taps his foot, heaving his breath. "Did you fuck him?"

"What?"

Conor's eyes shoot up meeting mine, "Did you fuck him?" I cock my head, confused, "Who?" "Dustin." I take a step back in shock, "Dustin? No. Why the hell would you ask me that?" Conor shakes his head, "I heard you in the bar talking about some fighter in the UFC. Then I saw him at your door." I put my hand over my face laughing, "Conor! I was so drunk I couldn't even find my room. He just made sure I got there alive."

"Well, then who were you talking about, Lassie?" Conor takes a step closer, the door already restricting my escape. "Just... someone." Conor dips down lower, his face almost 6 inches from my own. "Where's Tom?"

"We're not together." Conor hums, a grin growing, "I knew that wasn't going to last. You're too good for him," He presses my shoulders flat against the door, plunging his face down to meet mine. "Conor?" I speak, my voice is as quiet as a mouse. "What?" "Kiss me."

His lips aggressively taking mine. I wrap my arms around his neck, melting into him. I taste it on his tongue, liquor. I pull back, Conor trails kisses down my neck, "Conor," He moans into my skin as he sucks a deep mark on my neck. He pulls away, holding me by my waist. "(Y/n), I'm sorry, but I'm gonna-" Conor moves to the side and pukes all over the floor. He laughs loudly, before falling backward. I gasp as he hits the floor, "Conor!" I quickly move to see the notorious passed out on the floor. "You've got to be kidding me."

~

Conor

"Oh, fuck." I grab my head and sit up on my elbows. I reach for the countertop, pulling myself up. I look around and notice this isn't my room. "Good morning." I turn around seeing (Y/n) sitting on the couch eating breakfast. "Hey, I want-" "Yours is on the counter." She swats my hand away from her food. I grab the plate and take the spot beside her. A thick silence fills the room as we eat. She stands shuffling her feet, "I'm going to wash this and get changed." She steps past me, but at the last second leans down kissing my cheek. I look at her in surprise as she walks away. I touch the searing spot on my skin. "What's gotten into you, lass?" She giggles as she steps into her bedroom... without closing the door. I can clearly see her in the mirror places on the wall beside the bed, at the perfect angle just for my eyes.

She peels her leggings off dropping them on the floor, next was her shirt. Just clad in her underwear, (Y/n) looks directly in the mirror, sending me a wink. I gasp in shock, what has gotten into her? "Conor, will you help me?"

She steps out of the room, a black dress hugging her figure. She smiles and turns around innocently, "Zip me?" I nod silently as I walk to her. Her back is so smooth, so delicate. The line running down her middle as the lord designed proves her to be an angelic being. "Conor?" She whispers. "Sorry, darlin," I grab the golden zipper, pulling it up her back and shielding the skin from the eyes. She turns around and puts her hands out, "So?" I let myself drink her in, so sweet, so beautiful, so caring. "You're breath-taking."

Once again the awkward silence is pulled to the surface. "Conor?"

I stare deep into her eyes, "Yes, (Y/n)?" I lean in closer, she flutters her eyes, "I want you to"

BANG BANG BANG...

"Cars are out front!" Dana yells from outside the door.

I bite my lip, looking down at the carpet. "Come out or I'm coming in!" Dana yells from the hall. "We're ready!" (y/n) rushes around gathering the right thing, her phone, laptop, purse, and my suit. "Come on." I shake my head, leaving the dazed state.

[ufcconor]

Notorious

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Conor McGregor x reader

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New city, new hotel, new room...

As before Dana has us stand in separate lines, sending the fighters to the gym, but Conor stays by my side. I look up at him with glazed eyes, he's already looking down at me. I look away quickly, taking a step forward, putting distance between him and I. "Dana told everyone to go to the gym." Conor nods, "Yeah, he did." He takes a step forward standing directly behind me. I can feel his chest rise as he takes a breath. I bite my lip trying to contain myself.

I feel him dip down, whispering in my ear, "You okay, Lassie?" I suck in a gasp. "I feel sick." I place my hand over my forehead, feeling dizzy. "Whoa!" Megan says as I fall into her. "I need to sit down." I grasp her arm for support. What the hell? He makes me physically sick!

Megan leads me to the couch in the lobby, "Do you need some water? Anything?" I shake my head, fanning myself. "I'm okay."

I feel his hand rise onto my leg, he looks at me with concern. He touches my head, "You're warm. We should get you to the room." He goes to pick me up, but I protest, "No, no. I can walk. Plus, I have to go out and call some people." "I thought you were going to do that with me." I wave my hand, "Rather just get it done sooner." I stand, rushing to the front, and going out the doors into the streets. The wind brushes against my cheeks, cooling me down dramatically.

It was almost like it was meant to be, at this exact moment. I could spot him anywhere. Tom strolls down the busy street with a beautiful blonde on his arm. I feel my heart deflate. "fucking asshole." I pull out my phone calling his number, I watch him pick it up, look at my name with distaste, and reject the call. I raise my phone snapping his photo of him and his lady friend as they stroll arm in arm.

"I need a drink."

I walk back in passing the rest of my colleagues and going right to the bar. I sit on the stool running my fingers through my hair, "Rough day, hun?" I look up at the bartender with teary eyes. "He's cheating on me." She shakes her head, fire welling up in her eyes. She pulls up her chair, pouring two shots. She slides one in my direction, "Tell me everything."

~

I sway in the seat, my vision split. "Then all he ever wanted to do was get his rocks off!" "Was it good at least?" I shoot the next shot down as if it's water, the taste a blink at this time. "Fuck no! I had to finish myself off every time." She laughs slapping the bar. "Him? Really? I figured he'd be good!" I roll my eyes, "You'd think!" The bartender puts another drink in front of me, "You've got your eyes on anyone?"

Conor...

I shake my head, "I shouldn't." She hums leaning in, "What's his name?" I shake my head smiling, "I can't really." The bartender rolls her eyes, "You tell me all this, but you won't share just the tiny details?" I laugh tossing my head in my hands, "Okay, okay! It's super... gosh it's bad." "Details details."

I down my drink and push my hands together, "he's a fighter for the UFC, and I have to see him ALL THE TIME. I'm lately aching every hour." She giggles, "Sounds like you just need to go for it." "I'd lose my job." She grabs my glass, "It's a job, there are other ones out there." She unlocks the iPad reviewing my tab, she swipes it over, clearing it all. She looks to me winking, "Just our secret."

I stumble out of the bar and up to my new room. The ride to the 15th floor felt like forever! The doors open and I step out directly into someone, I land on my ass on the floor of the elevator, "Whoa, uh, you alright?" I look up to see Dustin Poirier, behind him I see the number 10. "Dude! I didn't even make it all the way up!" I bust out laughing. He offers a hand, pulling me to my feet. He chuckles at my state, "You okay, (y/n)?" I giggle nodding, "Yeah! I just have to go home." He tilts his head, "Do you even know what room you're in?" I nod, dramatically pulling my phone out, I check my texts, "Dana says I'm in 1515." Dustin runs his hand over his head, "That's the code to get into your room." I read closely, bringing my phone to my face, "Uhhh, 15th floor! Room 1503." Dustin nods, "Okay, let's go."

He steps into the elevator with me allowing silence to take over. "I'm surprised Conor's not with you." I sigh, "My boyfriend is cheating on me." Dustin looks over confused and shocked, "You have a boyfriend?" "Had." "Still. I assumed you and Conor had something going on." I shake my head, "I'm professional, Poirier." The doors open and the 15th floor becomes open, "Yay." I cheer taking a step out. "You're going the wrong way!" Dustin calls from the elevator. I point to my left, "This way?" he groans, "No, Jesus." He grabs my hand dragging me to my door. "Put your code in." I stare at the numbers, "I don't know the code." "Dana sent it to you." "he did?" "Oh, my god." Dustin chuckles.

"Okay, okay. Here it is. 1...5...0...3." I twist the knob and the door opens. "There you do. Goodnight, (y/n)." I wave him off stumbling in the dark. I trip over my bag and land on the floor, "Ahh, shit."

My phone starts ringing, and I answer it in hopes it is the Irishman. "(Y/n). Darling." I suck in my breath, my anger boiling, "Tom." He laughs into the phone, "I want to come to see you! where are you?" "Don't bother." I hang up quickly, tossing my phone across the carpeted floor. "Such a little bitch."

[ufcconor]

Notorious

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Conor McGregor x reader

~

I straighten out my jeans and my shirt making sure the knot is in perfect position. A loud knock sounds at the door, "10 minutes!" Dana calls out as he does the last call. Conor busts through the conjoined door and struts over, dramatically putting his glasses on.

"Badass."

He sticks his tongue out flexing in the mirror. I move past him grabbing my purse and phone. Conor sticks his arm out as we walk into the hallway. I look at him confused, "what?" I pick at the fabric of his suit looking for a stray thread, but he grabs my wrist, looping it through his arm. He pats his fingers on my hand, "now, we're off."

"Please welcome PR agent for Conor McGregor, (y/n) (l/n)." I walk out and take my seat on Conor's side of the panel. The crowd is just as confused as I am. They have absolutely no idea who I am or why I am on the panel. Conor's request.

"Now, Conor, The Notorious McGregor!" Dana calls out and the crowd grows wild! Conor struts out taking the seat beside me. He nods and waves to the crowd knowingly. He knows he holds the power in the room.

This time around the boys were a little tamer. Dustin tries to poke at Conor, but he brushes it off easily.

As I open the door to my room I kick off my shoes. A sweet aroma of flowers skips around the room. I turn the lights on to see a giant bucket of flowers on my

I walk closer examining the beautiful assortment. I pick out one of the blue roses smiling. I giggle like a schoolgirl as I spin around with it. I waltz over to the bucket of flowers and retrieve the card. Tom can be so romantic!

You looked nice today - D.P.

I furrow my brow confused. "D.P."

Conor walks through the suite and falls on the couch. He turns on the tv and kicks his feet up beside the bucket. "You have your own room, you know?" He flips through the channels carelessly, kicks the bucket lightly, "What the fook is all this?" I scoff, "I'm sure it's been sent to the wrong room." I pass the card to him, placing the rose back in its place.

Conor starts chuckling, "Nah, lassie. This was meant for you." He passes the card back to me with a scowl. "I don't know a D.P." Conor stares at me with blank eyes. He shakes his head, placing his hands on his hips, "I'm gonna knock that little bitch out."

Then it hit me... Fucking Dustin Poirier...

Conor huffs walking around. "Sending you shit. Unprofessional as hell. Who the hell does he think he is? He's going to be fucking hurt in that octagon." Conor snatched off the flowers off the table with lightning speed and tossed them on the balcony. He opens the minibar and pours a bottle of gin on it. He sticks his hand out to me without looking, "Give me a light." I reach over to the table retrieving the lighter. He pulls out his phone recording himself. "Hey," He starts out cheerfully. Conor rips a corner of a magazine off, lights it, and tosses it on the alcohol soaked flowers. They burst up in a flame, lighting up the entire balcony. Conor smirks into the camera, "She like yellow." Conor walks to his room leaving me with his mess.

I stand on the side of the balcony as the attendance clean. "I'm so sorry about this." They shake their heads, remarking with friendly comments, but I know they'd rather be somewhere else.

After the mess is gone and the stress is at a calm point I finally get to relax. I sit on the couch scrolling through my phone. Instagram notifications grow through the roof! I open the app it almost crashes. Thousands of followers and likes grow on my page. "What the hell?"

thenotoriousmma mentioned you in a post... He never mentions me in anything!

The post loads, it's the video Conor took of burning the flowers. Why am I not surprised?

"Learn how to treat women, Dustin." Tagging both my account and Dustin's. I have hundreds of messages and comments on everything! I walk over to the conjoining door knocking before entering, but Conor isn't there. His room is completely dark and uninhabited.

I sigh venturing back to my room. I open our text messages, texting him.

(y/n)

Where are you?

Conor

Why are you concerned?

(y/n)

Why are you so torn up? You threw me into the fire. Now all your fans think something is going on behind doors.

Conor

Oh no...

(Y/n)

So you don't care? People are already talking...

Conor

Fuck'em

I lock my phone and toss it away from me. Enough of his ass tonight. I stand, stomping my way to bed. I roll over in the sheets, allowing the quiet to consume me.

~

"Shit." A mumbled voice sounds out in the darkness of the room. I roll over to see Conor stumbling over to the bed. I sit up rubbing my eyes, "What are you doing?" "Shhh, going to bed." Conor leans on the side of the bed attempting to take his shoes off. I get out of bed, grabbing his arm and pulling him away from my bed. "You're in the wrong room, Conor." He tugs his arm away, "I am not. This is lass' room." I nod, "It is, but your room is through there." I point to the door. He shakes his head again. I groan throwing my hands over my eyes. "Conor, please. I'm tired."

"Why the fuck would he send you that shit?" "Obviously to piss you off." Conor nods, "Lassie, did you ever think why it pissed me off?" He walks closer to me, each step making me take one back. "You're important to me, (Y/n). Everyone knows it, and it's not hard to tell we have a more mature relationship than clients do." I nod continuing my backward stride, "Yeah, we're friends. We work well together."

"Don't give me that." the back of my knees hit the bed duvet. "What?" My mouth dries as he stares down at me. "Friends don't think about each other the way we do." Conor brings his finger up to my shoulder, stroking it down my arm to my fingers. "I don't know what you're-" "You do."

Conor steps closer to me, pressing my legs against the bed, leaning his weight onto me. "You want me to touch you, lass." Conor snakes his arms around my waist, letting me fall weak in his arms. "That's my girl." He whispers, peppering my neck with kisses. "We can't."

I push past him, but he tugs my wrist back. He holds my face gently. "We can." Conor presses his lips to mine erupting my blood in chaos. The goosebumps take over my body. Conor presses me backward on the bed. I sit up grappling at his shirt collar, but he pushes my hands away. Conor kisses up from my knee leading to my upper thigh, where the seam of my panties lay. I gasp gripping the sheets. "You smell so sweet." Conor's fingers loop through the side of the fabric ripping it off my body. He wastes no time sinking his tongue into my heat. I moan out running my fingers through his hair. He only goes deeper with every touch I give him. He licks over my clit with fury. I feel the ball build in my lower stomach, the tightness ready to explode. "Conor..." He dives down even deeper. He raised his head, replacing his tongue with his fingers. I throw my head back in pleasure. Conor kisses my calf, "I need you to do something, lass."

"Anything."

"Wake up." I sit up looking at him, he nods his head with a smile, "Wake up."

I shoot up gasping, "Whoa!" Dana laughs taking a few steps back. I rub my eyes, "What happened?" Megan sits on the bed moving my hair out of my face. "It's 12:26 PM. You missed the interview." "WHAT?" I reach for my phone, but remember tossing it in the living room. "I didn't have my alarms. God, I'm stupid!" Dana shrugs, opening his mouth but I point at him, "Not a word."

He raises his hands in defeat before walking to the exit, "20 minutes, we're out of here." I salute flipping him off when he got out of view. Megan sits there smirking at me, "What? I question, getting up and pulling my sweat pants on. "Whoever you were dreaming about sure is lucky." She winks before going to the exit and leaving me alone. I huff throwing on new clothes and gathering all my belongings.

I exit the room only to see Conor standing against the wall, "Where's Tom? He leave when dawn broke?" I look at him confused, "I was alone."

"Oh." He says dropping it, "OHH!" He laughs and claps his hands. I cover my face feeling the overwhelming embarrassment. Conor shakes my hand, "Was it good?" I jerk it away feeling awful, "It was a dream." "about who?" I roll my eyes, "Wouldn't you like to know." Conor stops dead in his tracks allowing me to advance feet ahead of him.

[ufcconor]

Notorious

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Conor McGregor x Reader

~

Only two months from the fight. Now is the time for traveling and more and more press conferences and interviews. I zip my bag rolling it to the door I go into my bathroom grabbing my makeup bag and look in the mirror seeing the shower behind me. I sigh closing my eyes. Have I even thought about that since? Yes. But have I acted upon it? No.

I can't be masturbating to the thought of someone I see everyday.

"Woohoo! Lassie!" Conor's voice echoes through the apartment. "Bathroom." I yell gathering myself quickly. I hear Conor chuckle remarking a comment, "ohh bathroom."

He comes in and leans on the doorframe. His short sleeve shirt cuffing his biceps perfectly. His sweats sitting perfectly on the bones of his hips I just want to tear them down and...

"(Y/n). You alright?" I shake my head, "yeah, sorry, long night." Conor narrows his eyes as I pass him in the bathroom, he grabs my wrist causing me to jump, "Is it Tom?" I look down at Conor's fingers wrapped around my wrist. I bite my lip controlling my imagination. "What? No. It's been a couple weeks since I've seen him." Conor nods, humming, "that must be what's up your ass."

"Excuse you?"

Conor raises his brows looking confused. "What?" "You just said-" "oh, said what, lass? We're late! Let's go!" Conor pushes me out of the room gathering my bags at the door.

The flight was calm and stress free until I felt a poke against my nose. "Psst." I sigh leaning further back into my seat. "(Y/n)." I turn my head away from him.

He peels my face mask off letting the light rip through my pupils. "What is it?" I whine quietly. Conor stares at me and smiles, "You're so stressed." He places a hand on my knee, squeezing lightly. Shivers run through my blood hammering right into my heart. "Just a lot going on." Conor nods, patting my knee again, "well come to me if you need to talk. You know I'll listen." I nod, wanting to lean into him, rest my head on his shoulder. He removed his hand leaving the skin to get abused by the brush cold air.

We enter the extravagant hotel lobby; Dana leading the way. I wheel my bag behind me looking around at the amazing furnishings.

"Alright, fighters. You're set. I have your keys, come collect. Then hit the gym." Conor smiles down at me before leaving my side to get his key. As I stand in line with the rest of the staff I watch Conor walk to the desk attendant. He points to me and speaks with her politely. She smiles and nods at his words. He tots off sending a final wave to me.

Megan peeks over her shoulder and smiles at me, "You've been getting him lots of good press lately. What's the secret?" I roll my eyes, "whisky and weed." Dana turns to me, "what was that, (y/n)?" "Coffee and more coffee." Dana chuckles, turning around again.

I put my fingers to my lips mimicking lighting a joint. Megan laughs as she steps up to the desk. "Oh, Ms. (l/n), Mr. McGregor set you up in the connecting room to his. 10th floor." The attendant slides me a key.

I grasp it confused, all the staff usually stays on the lower levels. Never close to the fighters, they need as much head space as they can have. I turn to Dana for an explanation, but he just shrugs, "his request." I nod silently and go to the elevator.

I step off on the 10th floor and am immediately tackled. "Fuck!" I scream loudly. Conor laughs as he carries me around. He puts me down in front of my room, "I set you up good, lass." He opens the door ushering me in.

The room is 10 times as beautiful as the lobby! "Look at this couch! It's huge!" I laugh flopping down. "What about this?" Conor kicks the bedroom door open and waves me in.

The bed is the size of two kings combined. "I heard it's got heated sheets." Conor nods, walking further in. Why does the universe put me in these situations? After I'm struggling so hard I am forced into a bedroom with the man I've been craving so.

"You should invite Tom to the fight." Conor walks around my room examining it closely. I laugh throwing myself to the bed, "yeah right!" Conor chuckles, "oh come on, he'd love it." I shake my head, "no. He's busy anyways." Conor waves his hands rolling his eyes, "always seems too busy for you don't he?"

I sit up on my hands, "aren't you supposed to be at the gym?" Conor smirks at me from the window. "I wanted to make sure you got up here." "Well here I am. You can leave."

Conor walks to the door right next to my bed, he opens it and steps to the other side into his own room. "Sure I'll go, think about me would ya?" I roll my eyes, "I don't think about you, Conor." He laughs, shutting the door finally separating us between a wall.

I take the rest of the time in my room to work on refreshing the articles and claims about something's that have been said recently, making notes to call people and what not. I sigh, setting the laptop to the side. I open my bedside table and take out my toker box. I push some weed into the pipe before stepping over to the balcony. I step out overlooking the city lights.

I take a toke inhaling sharply. I exhale feeling the nerves decrease ever so slightly. "You're making me jealous, lass." I turn around to see Conor in shorts and nothing else. I face the night sky closing my eyes.

Why universe? Why must you test me like this?

"Please, like Dana would let people know you failed a drug screening." I offer him the toker stem but he refuses.

I turn it back to myself taking another hit. "It's late. Shouldn't you be getting rest for tomorrow?" Conor leans on the railing, his figure growing closer each minute. He waves his hand away at the wind, "Ah, I can handle him and his little excuses. Are you going?" I look at him in unbelievable, "Am I going? Of course I am!" Conor smiles, "Great, you'll be sitting on the panel with me."

"I never sit in view. I'm always at the side taking notes." Conor shakes his head, "Take notes from the panel then." He taps on the railing as he takes a deep breath.

Don't do it, (y/n)...

I pull up the chair from the corner and sit next to the railing posting my feet up. "So, how's Dee? I haven't seen her in a while." Conor looks off into the sky, "She's good." "Is she coming to the fight?" He shakes his head, "nah."

Something isn't sitting right here.

I cross my arms looking him up and down, "are you two good?" He shrugs, "time apart, ya know." Bingo. "Accusations don't help. There's always another picture of me with a lady somewhere. Drives her nuts." Then he spills, "you know what, she even asked me if you had ever come onto me!" He waves his hand, "like she doesn't even know you! She's seen how professional you are." Conor shakes his head.

I silently thank the darkness of the night for hiding my bushing cheeks. If he fucking knew, "Maybe you should call her."

Conor scoffs, "I called her for 6 days straight. Haven't called her in 4 and she hasn't reached for me either." I reach out placing my hand on his arm, my god his muscles. STOP!

"I'm sorry, Conor." He shakes his head, he places his hand on top of my own. "Ah, I'll be just fine."

[ufcconor]

Notorious

1 2 3 4

Conor x reader

"I'll walk you up, you've had a drink or two." I pull the door handle of the car exiting. "I'm okay. I had three drinks and I can walk in a straight line." Conor leans over to see me out of the window, "what about the ABC's backwards?" "Now you're asking too much, McGregor." He taps the wheel, "get some rest, I'm sure you have a big day tomorrow." "You're going to tweet something aren't you?" I ask as I walk away to the door of the apartment complex. "Nothing too bad." I call before opening the door, "Goodnight!"

I enter my apartment and turn the lights on. Was I tipsy? Very much so. Would I have given Conor the satisfaction of knowing? Never.

I kicked my shoes off and moaned as my toes hit the floor flatly. "Ugh, so nice!" I enter the bedroom and gasp seeing roses and candles. "Timed it just right." Tom steps out with a drink in hand. "You look beautiful." He scoops me up in his arms laying me down onto the bed. "Tom." I sigh, touching his stubbly cheeks.

He dips down into my neck making a line of kisses. I arch into him, grasping his shirt. "Forget everything today. Let me take you." He pushes his hands up my thighs, leading to my underwear.

(*NSFW*)

He pushes my panties to the side, exposing my flower to the cold air. My breath hitches as he pushes a single finger in. Continuously over and over. Tom is amazing, but our bodies don't fit together correctly. Always toying around with spots trying to make me cum.

I become bored with his attempts with his hands. I pull him up, "I want you." I breathe out moaning. He pushes inside me quickly, not allowing me time to settle. At a fast pace he thrusts into me.

Good? Yes! Great? No.

Did we finish? He did...

He rolls over and laughs. "Oh, you're so good." I smile, my pussy quivering but no release granted. "I try." I stand quickly, moving to the bathroom, "I'm going to take a shower. I be fast!" Tom throws a thumbs up as he lays in the bed.

I turn the shower on and step in letting the hot water rinse over my body. I washed my hair and body, so indeed I took a shower. The solid ache in my lower body wasn't going away. I cross my legs as I rinse the soap off my body.

"Oh, fuck it!"

I grasp the silver handle of the shower and remove it from the wall. I move the water to stream over my clip lightly. My legs buckle and I contain a moan. "Shitttt," I close my eyes grasping the shower shelf beside me.

I let my mind wander freely. Fuck just to have someone make slow love to me, hitting every spot just right. Or getting fingered before getting fucked correctly. Fuck...

The tightening ball in the pit of my stomach breaks. Everything happenes so fast in a flash I almost don't see it. See him. Feel him.

"That's it, lass. Be a good girl for me." Conor pumps his fingers deep into me, finishing me off. I cover my mouth catching the moan I release.

I lay my head against the wall looking up at the tiles. "Oh my god." I drop the shower head and feel shivers climb my body.

I just... oh my god...

It was so good though...

NO STOP!

The door opens and Tom walks in. I jump screaming, "oh, hey!" He jumps in the shower with me. "Care to save some water?" He kisses me, pulling me to him.

I shivered when he released me. Not from chills of excitement, but discomfort. I didn't want to be near this man anymore. I craved a different type of predictor.

[ufcconor]

Notorious

One - Two - Three

Conor x reader

~o0o~

-Conor-

I pull up to (y/n)'s apartment ringing her phone. "Hello?" Her calm voice comes through.

"I'm up front. Tell your guy to come down." "Sure." A light scuffle is heard, what I suppose is a kiss makes an appearance causing me to grimace. "Tom's on his way." "Lucky me."

She stays silent on the line. I can tell her nerves are high. "I'm not going to beat him up, (y/n)." She sighs, "I never know with you!"

Tom exits the door of the front and walks to the car. "I like the ride." I wave my hand, "she's nothin."

Tom enters the passenger seat and we speed off. "Was thinkin just a pub. Nothing fancy. Unless you like to be recognised as a big celebrity." Tom shakes his head, "Pub food is good for hangovers" This unspoken tension in the air between the both of us could be broken with a single tap.

Sitting is awkward, trying to make conversation is awkward. Why the hell did I invite this man to lunch? To intimidate him? To see what secret my PR agent hides?

"(y/n) likes her job at lot," he starts off good, "long hours though." He ends with the blade. "She chooses when to work. She's able to put the company on mute after 6."

"Not you apparently."

I lean back with a growing smile. "What you got to say?"

Tom raised his hands, pushing a smile, "I'm just saying she needs time to herself. She needs to have a couple nights where she doesn't get texts at 2 in the morning. Boundaries, you know, mate?"

I clench my fist. Who the hell does this guy think he is? "Yeah, of course, of course. Tell me, Tom, why hasn't she ever mentioned you?" "We both keep things low key. I'm away for at least 4 months at a time." I nod, "so you just keep her stringing along?"

Tom tilts his head, "What is happening? Are you... you into her?" I quickly reer backwards, "She's been distracted at times. I'm getting to the bottom of it. With her position it's not a great idea to have distractions." Tom brings up his phone humming, "you know, Conor, this was great. I've got to run." He flatly leaves through the doors causing me to chuckle, "pussy."

~

-(y/n)-

The door slams shut causing me to jump. I toss my book in the air out of shock. Tom storms to me. "That guy is an asshat!"

I smile, "I know, I-" "This isn't funny. He was very pushy about you! What is that all about?" I narrow my eyes, "what are you talking about?" Tom rolls his eye, "do you seriously not see it? He wants you." I laugh covering my face with my book, "my god! Who's idea was this?"

"It's not a joke!"

"You really think Conor is concerned at all with me? You're crazy! He's got Dee at home! We're friends!" He chuckles, "are you serious?"

I shrug, "we're friends, Tom. I work for him."

He shakes his head, walking into my room. He returns with his bag. "I've got to go back to Seattle. They have extra days added on."

"You're leaving?"

He shrugs, "I was going to anyway. Your friend just made it earlier." He goes to the door standing there. "I'll call you, okay?" I nod, holding myself until he walks out leaving me alone. The door opens again and Tom walks closer, he embraces me in his arms, "I'm sorry. That was mean." I break a smile, "it's okay. I should've expected something along these lines." Tom shakes his head, "I don't like him, but I know you love your job." I kiss his cheek before ushering him out.

~

Conor didn't mention a word of the lunch to me. He acted as if he never even met Tom. He sits in front of my desk scrolling on his phone. "Are you almost ready?" I ask, closing my computer. I stand, walking to the mirror and checking my look. A UFC press conference is all I need on my plate today, especially with it being the first between Conor and Dustin.

Conor places his hands on my shoulders, shaking me lightly. "Calm down, you're not the one talking." Conor leads me to the door, and down to the car. I stayed silent the entire way not from my nerves but from the simple fact Conor was hiding what really happened weeks ago at lunch with Tom. Conor hit my leg with his, "you alright?" I nod rolling my shoulders, "I'm tense." Conor chuckles, "you get so into it. I love it!" I smile looking away quickly.

~

It wasn't bad. Conor was Conor and talked shit but in a calm and confident manner. It wasn't until the end where the ship got rocky. A fan with the mic asks, "Conor, does your conference come from your wardrobe? It's fantastic by the way." "Ah, thank you so much. Ya know it's a big event, who doesn't wear a nice suit? Have to thank my PR agent and friend, (y/n) for always contacting the best tailors to get the suit to fit my perfect phasic. Unlike Dustin here who rolled right out of bed and into the floor 20 minutes before this conference." The crowd laughs. Dustin rolls his eyes, he scans the room ending with his eyes on me. He smiles and nods his head. "Who you looking at?" Conor looks over and sees me and scoffs.

Conor fires up, "here's what's goin happen. I'm calling a TKO in the first round." The crowd wilds out. Conor's nose twitches and his collar becomes constricted. At that moment Dustin's frame changed. He knew what got under Conor's skin.

[ufcconor]

GQ

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Notorious

Conor McGregor x Reader

One | Two

~o0o~

Another week has gone and the stress has overloaded my weekend. I flop on my couch rubbing my eyes. My phone rings and I groan in frustration. "Conor. I told you I promise to be-" "Was it that bad of a day?" Tom asked through the line. "Tom. Hey. Yeah, something like that. Conor decided to-" "Yell at an innocent bystander in a restaurant?" I sigh, lowering my lips into a frown. "Looks like I'm working all weekend."

Tom chuckles, "no you're not. a 40 hour week is all you're required to put in. I'm coming to stay the weekend." "Really? Let me-" knocks on the door grasp my attention. I open it to see Tom with his night duffle. "Surprise." I smile leaning into his embrace. "I like surprises."

Tom and I have been seeing each other for about two years ago. I met him on a supply run for Dana when I had first started. He was around for filming and we grew close in his time around. Neither of us went public with the kendership we made. Neither of us was sure we'd ever get to be stable. I never knew when he was going to be around and he knew just as much about my insane schedule. I wasn't going to go tell about something that could easily go away tomorrow. Nonetheless Tom, and I was as committed as we could be. We didn't date outside of our relationship, maybe in hopes one day we could make it stable.

"You want to go out?" Tom asks as he stands from the couch. "Like dinner or a club?" Tom smirks, "would you mind a club?" I shake my head, standing to my feet. I haven't been to a club since the last celebration of Conor's fight with Max Holloway. "Sure. Let me get ready. Have somewhere in mind."

I walk into my closet and slide the many dresses on the rack. "No. Too flashy." I flip to a red dress. "No. That's asking for attention." I came to a navy dress. Not professional but not office chic either. I pull the dress off the rack and slip it over my body. I pair it with my favorite pair of maroon pumps. After finishing my makeup and hair quickly, I exit to the living room.

"Look at you." Tom grabs my hand, spinning me around. "Let's go have some fun." I cheer as we exit my apartment.

Upon arrival I feel my nerves swell, but why? I'm in no way shy. Momma taught me to make friends with anyone. Was it Tom? No, he's been great all evening. Have I forgotten something?

Drink after drink and hours of crowded dancing I move to sit at a free table. I laugh as I fall to the chair. Tom catches me before I hit the floor. "Oops." I giggle before kissing his hand and pushing a thumbs up, "good deal, captain."

Tom smiles at me before taking his own seat. "Hm?" I hum at him, missing what he said. "I didn't say anything." I cover my mouth, "oh."

"Lookie here!" Tom looks behind him at the fighter waltzing over. "Conor! I thought you said you were going back home for the week." His eyes shine as he glances at me in his drunken state. "Dee has plans." He stated flatly.

His mood perks again as Tom clears his throat and pushes his hand out. "Conor McGregor, I've heard much about you. Tom Hardy." Conor looks ar Tom's hand, then to me. "This the guy?" I cover my face with my hands.

"You're the guy!" Conor cheers and grasps Tom's hand. "Oh man, have you been wracking my mind lately! I just couldn't think of a single human that would put up with her!" Conor boasts in laughter. Tom chuckles, his mood easing. "She can be a handful." "Or when she gets sweet tea" Conor says imitating me. I reach over the table smacking his chest.

Conor slings an arm over Tom's shoulder with a smile. "So, Tom, you in town for a while?" "The weekend. Came to surprise, the princess." Conor pats Tom's shoulder, "Say I take us out. Lunch tomorrow." I smile, how nice of him. "That sounds lovely, Conor." He smiles at me, underlying emotions shine to the surface. Why does he look frustrated? "No, no, lassie. Just the big boys." Tom laughs, "you heard him, just the boys." I narrow my eyes at the pair. One of them is planning something...