#aot connie

[valetoria]

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REINER BRAUN. ꒱‎

breakfast in bed. ⋆ for the big tiddy girls. ⋆ reiner pounding you. ⋆ eating you out in the hot tub. ⋆ breeding. ⋆ just the tip. ⋆ groping your ass. ⋆ fingering. ⋆ front seat. ⋆ eaterrr!

EREN JEAGER. ꒱‎

grind on that d. ⋆ rough thrusts. ⋆ leash. ⋆ car sex. ⋆ ‘till your legs shakin’. ⋆ campus fling. ⋆ grind pretty on him, ⋆ beefy bod. ⋆ pussy eater. ⋆ date idea. ⋆ pizza. ⋆ manbun eren.

ARMIN ARLERT. ꒱‎

mirror sex. ⋆ punishment. ⋆ in public. ⋆ suckin your tits while you ride him. ⋆ good boys get treats. ⋆ politely breeding you. ⋆ dry humping. ⋆ jerking him off. ⋆ step on him. ⋆ blinkies.

CONNIE SPRINGER. ꒱‎

bounce on that dick. ⋆ autopounds. ⋆ cocky with cuffs. ⋆ the shit he sends you. ⋆ playing video games. ⋆ makin’ you finish with a toy. ⋆ dominican connie. ⋆ grinding on each other.

[bladebarbie]

𝘣𝘴𝘧.ᐟ𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘣𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮

You’re both on your couch, music playing low. Connie’s got his legs sprawled out, grinder in one hand, papers in the other, not taking your argument seriously at all. You’re mid-rant, pointing at him with your perfectly manicured hand.

“You don’t make no typa sense like, that’s literally small dick mentality,” you say, swatting your hand at him.

Connie pauses for half a beat then lets out a smooth, lazy laugh, the kind that vibrates a little in his chest. He doesn’t even look up from the paper he’s filling “Yeah?” he says, real casual, like you just told him the sky is blue. It’s the chill in his voice that gets you. Like he’s not even thinking about it, clearly unbothered. And you hate that your stomach does a little flip.

His calmness throws you off way harder than any comeback would’ve and lowkey intrigues you. You shift on the couch “Yeah” you doubled down.

“Mmh.” He starts rolling again, thumbs moving slow and practiced “Aight, man”

“So you don’t care?” He glances up with that half-lidded stare, amused “Why would I care?”

You scoff, but you’re just trying to push him further “I mean… unless you’re saying you got a big dick…” Connie just smiles slow, almost disrespectfully calm and sits back deeper into your couch like he’s settling in for a movie “That what you think I’m sayin’?” he asks.

You shift in your seat, getting a bit too excited “that’s what you insinuating though”

He rolls the joint between his fingers, eyes dropping to it, then back to you “I ain’t insinuating nothin’,” he murmurs, shrugging slightly “You the one bringin’ it up”

“I wasn’t–”

“You were,” he cuts in “and you probably getting wet just thinkin about it” he remarks, enjoying how your mouth opened in shock.

He finishes rolling, licks the edge slow just doing what he always does but your brain short-circuits anyway. He catches the way you staring at his lap like you got x-ray vision to see what he got going on in his drawls “If you wanna know so bad you can always come check for yourself” he teases with a grin, sinking into the couch, spreading his legs further like an invitation “I ain’t the type to gatekeep”

You stood up, knowing that he was a master bullshitter and confidently walked over, plopping down next to him "Still got time to back out, Con-rad” you teased, sure that he would drop the act but Connie just lit his blunt, logged it between his lips and reached down to undo his belt and unbutton his jeans "Handle the rest yeah" he said, exhaling the smoke down your neck. Fuck, he’s deadass right now, you internally panicked "Or you too pussy ?" he chuckled when you just sat there doing nothing.

You furrowed your eyebrows, hating that cocky tone of his cuz who did he take you for? In one swift move you grabbed the hem of his Calvins and his jeans and pulled them down. You tried to keep a neutral expression but fuck, why was his dick so big and...pretty. Trimmed nicely, pink tip, veiny and thick, you were both annoyed that he had a reason to be so fucking cocky but glad that you got to see it for yourself "Happy now?"

You could’ve stopped there, he clearly had a reason to have such a big mouth even on soft, right? Still, you just had to see it though.

You looked up at him while slowly sliding yourself down between his legs, earning an eyebrow raise from him paired with a grin of course "not yet" you mumbled, holding onto his base tightly, and bringing his tip to your lips.

Shit, you could barely wrap your hand around it, your finger tips weren’t even touching, but you were in too deep “Holy-” he breathes out when your tongue twirls around his tip, poking at his hole making his abs flex, taking in the salty taste of his pre cum “Hmm-stop playin’” he groaned, watching as you cruelly licked up and down his hardened cock, so fucking slow, tongue tracing every vein before bobbing your head down, half his cock suddenly in the warm confines of your wet mouth.

He threw his head back, letting out a breathy chuckle “fuck..you’re trynna kill me” his hand gently nestled the back of your head, not exercising any pressure but just resting there, occasionally helping you set the pace “you gotta go all~ the way down, pretty” he smirked, carefully pushing your head down “can’t take it?” he added when your eyes started watering from how deep he was down your throat, your nails digging into his thighs.

He watched as you gagged on his fat cock, enjoying the way your throat closed around it before finally letting go of your head, leaving his cock glistening with your saliva and you trying to catch your breath “yeah, that’s what I thought” he blew out some smoke in your face while he began pulling up his underwear, having proven his point enough.

“Yeah whatever, you probs don’t even know what to do with all that” you said, voice raspy while wiping your mouth. Connie almost couldn’t believe it, you were still running your mouth? “Ha..there’s really only one way to shut your ass up huh?” You hadn’t seen him laugh this hard before, but next thing you knew, he had you bent over the arm of the couch.

Your panties were slipped to the side, your shorts dangling off one foot, the other planted weakly on the carpet as Connie gripped your waist from behind and dragged your body back onto his dick. He was already in so deep, dragging through your pussy with zero care for how sensitive you were or how long it had been. His pace wasn't steady or controlled. It was aggressive in that slow, cruel way that made your thighs burn from trying to hold yourself up while his hips slammed into you again and again. You were wet the moment you licked up his cock, soaked by the time he slid in, and he felt every inch of it. Every twitch and desperate clench around him

“Hmm..fuck–still think I can’t work it ?” He groaned, his hand slipped up the curve of your back, pushing your spine into a deeper arch. You were gasping already, cheek pressed to the armrest, fingers clawing at the fabric as you struggled to keep yourself grounded while he kept fucking you like he had a point to prove, which he did “Fucking…look at you”

"You can just ask if you want some dick" he muttered, breath warm against your shoulder as he bent over you, his voice dark and sharp and too calm to match the way his body moved "don’t gotta do all that extra shit”

You tried to respond, but the only thing that came out was a sob, caught in your throat because the angle he had you in was so deep it felt like he was splitting you open from the inside. Your walls fluttered violently around him, and the sound it made when he bottomed out again had you clenching your teeth just to keep from crying out loud.

His fingers dug into your hips, dragging you back again so he could thrust harder. You couldn't think straight. Every word you wanted to say got swallowed by the ache blooming in your gut and the sharp, constant pressure of his cock bruising up your sweet spot.

“Yo mouth so foul but your pussy is real obedient” Connie leaned back again, just enough to look down at where you were connected, your pussy glistening, stretched around him, juices dripping down his thighs. He hissed under his breath, then brought a hand down hard on your ass, making you jerk forward “nah, dont start runnin now”

You shook your head, eyes blurry "I'm not–fuck, I'm not," you cried out, voice breaking on the last word as he hit that same spot again and again, relentless now.

He reached down and pressed two fingers against your clit, rubbing firm, messy circles in time with his strokes. The sudden overload of pressure made you lurch forward, your whole body seizing up as the pleasure hit you hard and fast. You tried to pull away from his hand, overstimulated, but he grabbed the back of your neck and held you down “you sound so cute when you’re not trynna be smart, ma”

“Ha–shit!”Connie slammed in one last time, deep enough to punch the air out of your lungs, then groaned loud as his grip on your hips tightened. You could feel him twitching inside you, thick ropes spilling deep as he cursed under his breath. Your orgasm hit you harder than ever before. Your whole body was locking up, legs numb, vision blurred, sobs caught in your throat as you came hard around him, walls squeezing tight like your pussy didn't want to let go. Your moans turned breathless, wordless, your mouth opening and closing as your body twitched through it.

It took a minute before either of you could move, then finally he broke the silence “that good enough for you?” You could just sense that stupid grin in his face even with your eyes shut.

[forgivefaye]

inspired by this sexy ass video🫦

“f-fuck—’con! get offa meeemmh!” you whine in half-complaint, half-pleasure when he has you flat on your back, clothes discarded fresh off the wake up. you were in deep sleep less than 10 minutes ago but connie woke up with a craving knowing you were freshly waxed and always warm and dripping wet in the AM.

you cannot be freshly waxed around connie—it’s basically a death sentence. that little ‘no sex for 24-hours’ warning your waxer gave you? your eater of a boyfriend couldn’t care any less. not one bit. don’t get him wrong though—connie loves you no matter what. shaved, grown out, untouched. he’s never been picky about that. but when that 6 week appointment hits and your chubby folds are soft, letting him get a clear view of the sensitive bundle of nerves calling his name—he’d tug your panties down right outside the shop again if you’d let him, eating like he lives and breathes for it. your pussy is connie’s therapy. basically.

that’s why the sun barely had a chance to rise before he had you a moaning mess, your body responding before your brain could catch up. the heat pooling between you had him grinning with your whole pussy filling his mouth. the bottom half drenched in your creamy arousal while he presses his tongue flat on your throbbing clit. nasty ‘slp, slp, sllp, slrp’ sounds filled the room as you thrashed around the bed with a muffled “stop movin’” vibrating against you as he follows you wherever you go. your pussy is loud at this point—you know almost a hundred percent it can be heard from the other room.

“pa—you—need t’—stop—this—shiittt!” you gasp, voice breaking between moans and frustration as your long nails claw through his bleached buzzcut. a sigh falls from your lips when you feel him finally ease up only for the pads of his fingertips to land precisely on your clit, the mixture of his spit and your cum making the delicious friction slippery. connie’s bottom lip disappears between his teeth while you attempt and fail to catch your breath while his fingers perfectly fit between your fat pussy lips. your legs instinctively close around him as he rubs faster which was apparently the last straw the way one of his built arms pushed one of your legs to your chest—fully exposing you again before he decides to start repeatedly slapping the cum out of your swollen cunt. “what i tell you? keep movin’ like you don’t love me abusin’ her.” you grow embarrassed when he calls you out while he watches you grow wetter, legs trembling every slap before you reach for his hand. “let me make connie baby cream, ‘m almost done.”

a/n: woke up with the head cannon that connie loves freshly waxed pussy…anyways happy monday!

© 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐅𝐀𝐘𝐄. 2026.

[ibuprofein]

TINDER?!?!

you prank the aot boys into thinking you find their friends on tinder!

ch: connie, onyankopon, eren, jean, and reiner

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

connie

you got your phone in your lap while secretly recording connie as he lays next to you on your couch under your fluffy throw blanket that you usually have draped around for decoration.

he’s scrolling through his phone oblivious to the prank you’re about to do on him after doomscrolling on tiktok for hours.

“babe… why is your friend on tinder?”

connie doesn’t even look up at first. his tattooed fingers continues scrolling on his insta feed as if you didn’t just say you were on tinder.

“…what friend?”

“eren”

silence…

his whole demeanor shifts, like instantly. connie presses his tongue against his cheek as he looks up at you in silence.

“lemme see.”

you tilt the phone away just a little in a teasing way not knowing that was the wrong move as he snatches your wrist in a firm but not rough manner.

“nah. show me.”

you start laughing a little while trying to keep it together. “ oh my goddd connie, it’s just—”

“why you even on tinder?” he cuts in while pulling you towards him and staring you down like he’s either about to fuck you up or fuck eren up even if he wasn’t talking to you.

“that’s not the point—”

“whats the point?” he scoffs while already standing up and letting your wrist go. “you think that shits funny? you got me lookin’ stupid.”

he starts to pace with a hand over his mouth, then looks back at you.

“delete that shit. right now.”

you stare at him in silence for a second before laughing in his face. “connie can you calm down? i don’t even have tinder!”

he reaches for your phone again to check for himself only to see your screen now recording you looking back up at him laughing.

“…you lucky,” he mutters while throwing your phone on your lap as his hand grips the back of your neck to pull you into a quick kiss.

“but don’t ever play like that again.”

onyankopon

“i found your friend on tinder.”

he doesn’t react immediately but just looks at you with a raised eyebrow from across the kitchen island as he stops eating the strawberries you cut up for him before you started recording.

then he looks at your phone.

then back at you.

“…why do you have tinder?”

he was too calm for your liking.

you smile. “just saw—”

he holds his hand out.

“phone.”

you hesitate as you still try your best to record his reaction. “im using it?”

he raises his eyebrow again before tapping his fingers against his still held out palm, waiting.

“…phone.”

you start giggling at your boyfriend’s serious reaction knowing his mind is probably racing behind that calm demeanor. “it’s a prank—”

“mhm. i’m not asking ma.”

“ony—”

“you think i care about a joke?”

ony walks around the kitchen island and you try to run away from your boyfriend but he grabs you by your arm before you can escape as he pulls you into his chest.

caging you with one muscular arm, he grabs your face with the other. “i know you not tryna play them type of jokes with me mama” he says with a slight grin.

you look up at him with puckered lips as his fingers squeeze your cheeks tightly. “you didn’t even react—”

“i did react,” he says simply. “just not the way you wanted.”

then he leans closer to give you a peck on your puckered lips.

“but don’t be download dating apps as a joke. that’s unnecessary.” he says as he stares you down.

“…and if my friend is on tinder, that’s his business.”

then he kisses you slightly again.

“…but you? not yours.”

eren

he’s laid out on your bed with his long hair messy and sprawled out on your silk pink pillows. his rings glint under the fairy lights surrounding your bed.

you’re laying on his chest pretending to record yourself but making sure to catch his face in the background.

“eren… i just found your friend on tinder.”

“…okay.”

no reaction. not even a blink as he continues to watch show he decided to put on.

you blink as your lashes flutter in confusion. “…okay??”

he shifts under you, still watching tv. “what you want me to do about it?”

you try not to cuss him out but give him a second chance. “i mean… i was on tinder and—”

that’s when his focus shifts to you as he raises a hand to grab your phone with no hesitation only to see himself staring back at him.

silence.

you lift yourself up from eren’s chest and stare at him in disappointment.

“yeah…took you a while to catch on. that’s actually crazy ren.”

he locks your phone and exhales through his nose while leaning back again like he doesn’t care.

“yeah. don’t do that.”

you glare at him and slap him on his chest as you get off the bed. “ugh, you’re such a boy eren,”

“maybe i should download tinder since you can’t seem to notice it right in your face!” you yell as you walk out the room and straight to the kitchen to get a needed shot of some type of liquor after that.

jean

you’re sitting on jeans bed as he plays whatever game gets him upset after every match. you’re phone is recording from your lap as you call his name.

“jeanie, i found armin on tinder—”

his fingers stop moving on his controller as he turns to look at you with a look that’s mixed with confusion and disbelief. “you were on tinder??”

he’s quick to stand and set down his controller on his desk as he starts pacing. already stressed.

“are you serious right now? like actually serious? you downloaded tinder? for what??”

“jeanie i was just trying to tell you i seen ar—”

“no, no, no– don’t ‘jeanie’ me!” he yells at you like you just committed a crime. “why would you even have it??”

you try to hold back your laugh from the distraught look on his face but a giggle manages to escape and now he looks offended.

“this isn’t funny!”

“it is–”

“it’s not!” he groans while running his hands through his hair. “so what, you just browsing now??”

“i don’t even look like someone you find off tinder?!” he adds, now fully spiraling at this point.

“it’s a joke!” you finally manage to get in between his continuous rant about tinder men.

he freezes mid pacing while staring you down.

“…you’re lying.”

you show him your recording phone with a giggle as you stand up to stand in front of him and grab his arm.

then folds his arms while turning away dramatically.

“wow.”

“jean–”

“wow. so you just like stressing me out for fun now.”

he sits back down at his desk while pouting hard and grabbing his controller.

“…i’m not talking to you for the rest of the day.”

not even a full two minutes later he glances at you.

“…you really don’t have it?”

reiner

you’re making dinner for you reiner when a joke you seen on tiktok pops into your head. you know reiner isn’t on social media as much so he wouldn’t get the reference.

what’s the harm in seeing his reaction anyways? as you stir the chicken and dumplings in the pot, you casually bring it up. “hun, the other day i seen annie on tinder.”

he frowns immediately as he stops setting the table.

“…what’s tinder?”

you pause as you slightly shrug. “…a dating app.”

now he looks even more confused.

“…so you were on a dating app?”

you shrug again to keep yourself from breaking character as you feel his eyes burning into the side of your head. “not really but i seen annie and i just thought it was funny.”

“what do you mean ‘not really’? why would you even download a dating app?” he asks with genuine concern as he moves closer. “are you unhappy?”

“no–”

“do you want to meet other people?” he continues rambling in the most sincere way possible. “because we can talk about that, i just–”

“reiner it’s a joke, hun!”

he stops mid sentence and stares at you.

“…oh.”

he nods slowly as he closes the distance between you two, making you drop your spoon on the counter to give your grizzly husband a hug.

“…okay.”

“still delete it.”

“i don’t have it!”

“good. keep it that way.”

he bends down to engulf your lips as he kisses you while squeezing a little too tight.

“…i don’t like the idea of you being on something like that.” he mumbles against your lips, not really pulling away.

you smile against your connected lips and give him another kiss as you rub his shoulders.

“i know.”

[ether3alglory]

You Ain't Nothin’

wc- 2.133k

Summary- Little boy, it was the nickname you gave Connie. He was the little kid on the block, the one who always got picked on, poor little Connie. So, of course, you were surprised when you came home to see that little Connie wasn't so little anymore.

A/n: When I processed I hadn't posted any Connie I had to get to work. So here's a little idea I had, enjoy!

CW- Mature content/ explicit sexual content, reader viewed as a stallion(not explicit), past bully! Reader, pet names & name calling(eg.., big head, Ma/mamas, pretty girl, etc), Spanish from google translate(unfortunately), not grammatically correct, ignore errors(im sleepy), dirty talk & praise(English & Spanish), mild build up, Connie w/ tattoos & a nose piercing, Connie w/ glasses, risky sex, public sex, backshots, condomless sex(wrap yo shit), P in V, rough sex, ass slapping, not the longest smut, slightly edited, etc.

“You ain't nothin’ little boy.” You’d tease Connie whenever you beat him at something, which was most things. He was a good sport even when you’d brag and taunt him every time he lost.

Your brother wasn't known as the cool boy on the block, making you the cool girl on the block. Using your brother's status as an advantage was already amazing, but the fact that you were taller than most boys on your block made you a reigning supremacy.

Out of the several kids, you chose Connie to tease the most. You couldn't recall the reason, maybe because he seemed the most vulnerable. He was the new kid in the neighborhood, the smallest, and most anxious of every other kid.

No matter the reason, you chose to pick at him the most, from how short he was to how bad he was at basketball, and never left a chance to tease him past you.

You’d push him down on the trampoline for the pure pleasure of it, claim the only swing he could get on for the pure pleasure of it, ruffle up his freshly cut hair for, you guessed it, the pure pleasure of it.

All your teasing was for the pure pleasure of feeling superior, was it toxic, and questionable? Yes, but that was your reason, to feel like the boss and it was easy to be the boss of Connie.

After six years of your torment, when you were both around thirteen your parents decided they were leaving for a better place for you and your brother to have better chances in life.

It wasn't a bizarre decision, your neighbor was beaten down, the streets laced with danger, the schools were barely holding themselves together, and crime rates were rising month by month. However, you and your brother didn't want to leave, you both protested for weeks, wanting your parents to cave and get rid of the decision but nothing worked, and you found yourself leaving your home of thirteen years.

“Guess you're leaving now, huh?” Connie walked up to where you were sitting, taking a seat on the concrete beside you.

“Yep.” You nodded, eyes pinned to the ground.

“Dang, who's gonna call me big head and tell me a suck at everything now?” His knee nudged yours, his sarcastic words being an attempt to cheer you up a bit.

You giggled, a smile cracking through your frown.

“I don't know, maybe one of the boys will take my place.” You tilted your head towards him and surprisingly, he looked disappointed himself.

“None of them will do it like you though.” He mumbled, locking eyes with you with a small pout on his lips.

“Nope, they won't. Can't do it like me.” You huffed out a laugh and he smiled.

“You know,” you started, “you need to stand up for yourself. I'm the only one allowed to push you around, don't let them do it. Got it?” He seemed surprised by your words, his eyes squinted in confusion for a second before he nodded.

“Got it.”

“Good.” You said with a shove of his shoulder. Yeah, you weren't going to change and maybe he liked that.

“{#}!” You moms voice rippled through the air.

“Gotta go to Virginia I guess. See you someday, ‘kay?” You stood up unwillingly, then holding out your hand for him to grab

“Yeah, someday.” He took your hand and lifted himself.

The silence fell over you two for a second, just eye contact with faint smiles tracing your lips. Hand in hand, eyes connected, and a silence that spoke for itself.

Then your mom shouted again.

With one last nod, you ran off to the truck. He watched the whole process carefully, never stepping away from his spot. He watched the car ride off, he watched you wave through the window one last time, he watched as you slowly turned back into your seat, and he watched the car fade in the distance till he couldn't see it.

Little Connie should have felt relief but he didn't, he felt like he had lost one of the only things important to him. Yeah, you were his bully but you were the only kid who actually spoke to him, even if you teased and poked at him, you were the only one he could spend time with.

So watching you ride off into the distance ached his heart in ways he had never felt before, he asked himself if it's what your heartbreaking felt like. Wondered what life would be like with you being miles and miles away from him, he couldn't bear the thought. So, he let go of the heavy feelings and ran back into his house, hoping to forget you.

When you rode out to your neighbor you couldn't help but drop one tear, just one. The only place you ever called home was vanishing right before your eyes, all your friends, your childhood home, and even Connie.

People always told you that you chose to bully Connie because you had a crush on him, you never believed it but as you felt that strange clenching feeling in your chest as you watched Connie’s face fade away told you otherwise. Maybe you did have a crush on him, is that why you chose to pick on him? To deny your feelings for him?

Even if that's what it was, it was too late.

You weren't ready to lose it all, everything you had ever known, and you were being dragged away from it. It was cruel and wrong, you spent weeks crying and begging to your parents to get that point across, trying to convince them that they couldn't take you away. It never worked, they wouldn't budge even when they saw the pain it brought you, you didn't believe their excuses, ‘it’s for the better’, ‘it’ll be good for you’. You didn't care, it was wrong and selfish, you could bet they were only doing it for their own pleasure.

That day you vowed, you’d be back one day.

—

You and your brother rode the streets of your old neighborhood, following the sound of the boisterous music blasting through the streets.

After your graduation, you and your brother arranged to visit your old neighborhood for the memories. It had been several years, both of you had finished college, both of you had jobs and were earning a good salary, which made you wonder what your old friends and family were up to.

As you rode down the street you gazed out of the window, the old corner store that was next to the liquor store, the random beaten-down old sheds, the small schools somehow still standing, your old house, your friends' houses, and Connie’s. Seeing his home, two cars still parked in front of it, made you wonder where’d he go in life. Did he take your advice, did grow a pair, what did he do all these years?

Your mind was flooded with questions, but it slowly began to drift when the music led you to a small gas station. The vibration of ‘Call Back’ by Don Toliver, pulsed through the ground. The area was lively, the constant motion of people dancing, the sounds of them chatting and singing with music lit the atmosphere.

Then you spotted him, or someone you thought was him. He was taller and lean, not short skin and bones, Connie. He had a white hood draped over his head with his hands stuffed into the pockets of his jacket, glasses with a small but noticeable tattoo under his eyes.

“Is that Connie?” You lifted to get a better look as your brother drove into the space.

“Who?” You piqued his interest.

“Standing by the door.” You pointed in his direction, and your brother's eyes darted over.

“Nah, Connie was little as fuck with a head twice his size.” He pulled the car to a stop and pushed his door open.

“Connie?!” Your brother called out to him, unable to catch his attention.

“See, not Connie.” He tried to prove.

“Hey, big head!” Connie's head lifted at the sound of your familiar voice and words, taking his earbuds out while squinting in your direction. You saw a small smile tease his lips when he got a good look at you, like he was happy to see you.

“Damn, guess it is him.” Your brother shrugged with his lips in a thin line before turning off to find his old friends and you proceeded to walk up to Connie.

“Connie?” You asked when you got in front of him.

“Yes?” He answered teasingly with a grin on his face.

“What the hell happened?” Your eyes ran over him, tattoos could be seen on his hands and on his neck, he was fit and more athletic than he ever was before.

“I don't know-” He was cut off by you pulling him into a hug, and he awkwardly stood there for a second, arms dangling on either side of you.

Noticing he wasn't hugging you back, you pulled back slightly looking up at him.

“What you forget how to hug, too cool for that?” He chuckled at your comment before wrapping his arms tight around your waist.

Feeling his muscular arms wrapped around you and his solid chest pressed against your was something unexpected that you weren't exactly mad about.

“Jesus, you used to be so little Connie!” You exclaimed as you both pulled out of the hug.

“Not anymore,” he paused for a second, eyes running over your body lustfully, “how ‘bout we catch up some mamas?” He nodded his head back and guided you to the back of the building.

—

How’d catching up turn into him hammering your insides relentlessly? You didn't know, it started with talking, then his hands were traveling up your thighs, then you were kissing, next you know, you were pinned against the wall letting him rock into you from behind.

The flesh of your ass slammed against his pelvis, with each pull back leaving trails of sticky fluids, your ass was sore from his merciless pounding and pace.

“Buena chica, así es.” He cooed in your ear, hands gripping your hips tightly as he hauled his length in and out of your opening. Your lubricated folds wrapped around his girth, the creamy barriers of your walls leaving him drenched and hard.

You felt one of his hands leave your hip and not long after you felt a slam against the meat of your ass.

Slap

The noise rippled through the air and you struggled to bite back your cries. You could feel your cilt pulsing and hole gaping, begging to be stuffed with milk.

“Con…fuuck, slow down!” You squealed in his ear, biting the corner of your lip in a desperate attempt to stay quiet.

“You got ma, take all of me, pretty girl.” He plowed himself deeper inside of you, his bulging tip pinned against your sensitive sweet spot. He groaned heavily in your ear, dragging himself back till you were clenching his cockhead, then slamming back into you colliding himself with your cervix.

His mushroom tip throbbed and twitched, drowned in your sappy cunt. The veins on his cock bulged, getting more sensitive each time he hammered into you.

He didn't slow down, he kept his pace merciless and full of momentum that knocked the air out of your lungs. You struggled to swallow back the whines spewing from you throat coming through your bitten lip as squeals.

Slap

Slap

Two more hard sticks the underside of your ass, the heavy fat jiggling from the clash between the meat and his hand. His heavy hits only resulted in you getting more excited and jolts through your back and pulsations in your desperate cilt.

Your tight walls embraced all of him, hugging each inch of his twitching cock, you clasped just right on the underside of his throbbing and sensitive vein of his cock causing groans to pour from his lips.

“Ordéñame, nena.” You heard his low desperate moan in your ear, and it triggered you to do exactly that.

One last clench caused him to twitch the shoot out hot loads of cum into you, stuffing you full and deep. His cream rode out of you and down onto himself, he crashed his head down onto your shoulder and panted.

Your hips jolted forward and your hole spasmed around him as you were long after. Choking on the moans that dared to spill from your lips, your juices spraying out of you and soaking both of you and the ground beneath you.

The aftermath flowed over you with pants and moans, sweat and fluid soaked clinging against each other, both disheveled and tired.

“Not so little now, am I?”

© All Rights Reserved to @h3avenlyglory, don't not copy, steal, translate, or feed my work to AI.

[dilfstarr]

SCHOOLIN’ LIFE◞

C. Springer

ᜊpairing:fratboy!Connie Springer x Black!Reader

ᜊwarningノtags:fratboy!Connie◞ they meet at a party [ cliché ]◞ stalking◞ Connie has a head tattooノ tongue piercingノ navel piercing◞ oral [ reader receiving ]◞ Connie has a monster tucked between his thighs◞ doggy◞ roommate!Jean◞ condom-wearing loving [ ive grown!! ]◞ Connie is implied to be a fuckboy

ᜊwc:2.4k

ᜊan:Connie Connie Connie where do I start? wrote this originally for Toji but realized midway that he’s unc so here we are... fyi the visual is in fact a p!link. you’ve been warned. bye.

visual

“You from here?”

Even through the tsunami of bodies swaying slowly from the hypnotic waves swimming from the speakers, you held his attention like a cherished memory. His shaded hazel stare pierced through your curves, afraid that if he looked away for just a second, someone would be in your face begging for your attention. But you kept the crowd surrounding you at bay, only the people you arrived with being allowed into your domain.

He got in with easy access—no struggle, no weird glances from your friends when he squeezed through— almost like you wanted him there.

“Nah,” you shook your head—midnight spirals woven through your many braids rocking in sync with your disagreement. “All girls college, ‘couple hours down south, Boo” Slithering, sneaky hands occupied by your waist almost had you tripping over your own words. Even with platform heels you couldn’t quite reach his towering shoulders resulting in him slightly bending over to hear you over the drunken crowd and ear splitting bass bouncing off of the walls.

He hummed, dark eyes roaming your soft features protruding through the fluorescent lights. You stared back through your full lashes, your gaze almost pulling him into a paralyzed state. You smelt sweet, like a fresh cherry pie with a vanilla finish. He’d wish you spoke more so he had a reason to emerge deeper into that aroma that swept him from his feet.

“South, huh? ‘Can hear the accent on you. What’s your name, pretty?”

His cologne was something dangerous, similar to a mermaid’s voice; once it had you, you were hooked and gone. A buzz cut dyed a deep twilight was his signature haircut, a tattoo that peeked through the ocean fuzz curved sinisterly above his pierced ear.

“⧼★⧽,” you purred into a grin, heart shaped lips spreading to reveal your teeth.

God, he was built. Now prior to even meeting him, you stalked his instagram. Safe to admit It was nothing compared to seeing him in the flesh. All of the speculations that you’ve made about him editing his muscles were thrown out of the window along with your morals.

His arms alone were an attraction ; hard muscle under soft skin, similar to a pillow stuffed with bricks. Thick veins wrapped around his arms like cords. His black shirt suffocated his torso, one wrong move you thought the fabric would give up and disintegrate on the spot.

“⧼★⧽,” he parrots softly. His thick tongue darted to the side of his lips that curved into a grin. He shrugged, “Has a ring to it. Rolls off the tongue. Sweet like candy, too”

The surrounding crowd was almost nonexistent, extras in your book that had no significance to the conclusion. You stepped closer, your gaze still holding him captive. “So..what brings you he—“

“—Look, I’m just going to keep it real with you, Connie,” His ear perked up at the call of his name, surprised that you even knew it without him mentioning it; thick eyebrows rose to his crisp, straight lineup. A red cup that he’d been babysitting since you’ve first noticed him finally touched his lips, his adams apple bobbing with each swallow of his poison.

Curved french tips toyed at his rock-hard abs that were bulging through the thin elastic. You were careful not to rake his navel piercing. Blinding jewels sparkled in the dim light as he nodded slowly to the music bleeding from the speakers.

“I heard ‘bout you Con, and to be completely transparent with you, I just want to fuck.”

He grinned at your boldness behind his cup, sharp canines flashing under the low light. “Heard ‘bout me how?”

“Jus’ some pillowtalkers.”

He hummed, nodding shyly into his cup. “‘S that how you know my name?”

You nodded with a grin. Soft fingertips raked his muscles.

“Yep.”

He hummed again. “My room or yours?”

“My room is two hours away, genius.”

“My room it is.”

Just how he weaved through the crowd, he got out the same way: quiet and light on his feet. On a mission.

Hunger fanned from his pink spit-soaked lips. Oh how Connie’s tongue worked wonders. If he wasn’t using it to talk shit then it was swirling around your puffed clit with his fingers curled softly into your velvet sponge. He worked hand-in-hand with his tongue piercing like it was his personal sidekick, forcing sounds from you that you’ve only heard during solo sessions. You could barely keep your heavy eyelids ajar, Connie’s face unrecognizable from the constant motion blur.

“Con—baby! Mmh!”

Your hands scatter desperately as you try not to flinch out of his addicting touch. French tips scratch at his scalp, tugging him deeper into your sopping cunt as you chase after your release. Your thick thighs hovered over your naked chest—pedicured toes bent and pointing toward where they see fit.

His knees engraved itself into the fluffiness of the carpet below. The necklace that shined so beautifully under the fluorescents and claimed all attention when in public, swung with every jerk of his head. His golden pendant rocked—advancing just enough to also get a taste of your dripping cunt.

“Thaaat’s it, Pretty girl. Open my shit up.”

You obeyed, thick thighs separating to see Connie becoming one with your pussy. His eyebrows furrowed in concentration. Siren eyes low and dilated, leaving the golden hue of his iris nonexistent.

His dark goatee was soaked in your fixed flow of arousal, dripping hesitantly like cold honey when he came up for a few seconds of air. Pedicured feet rested on each side of broad shoulders, his rough palms having to push your thighs back more so you’ll spread like a rumor.

“Focus on me, Pretty,” Connie purred, soft golden eyes glancing up at you through his full roll of lashes. Your hips rolled in circles, unsure if you wanted to run away from the pleasure or to soak deeper into it.

“Mmm! I’m goin’ to make a mess, I feel!” You whisper, voice cracking with desperation. You couldn’t look at him—even through your shaded eyesight, his gaze was intimidating.

A deep chuckle broke through your hyperventilating. “A mess, huh? ‘You one of them?”

You nodded shyly, swollen lips tucked behind your teeth.

Without missing a beat Connie pulled his lips from you, a thin string of his spit being connected to his chin. His hazel eyes were fully dilated, his pupal similar to an infinite void.

“Connie? W-what are you—“

Interrupted by a kiss that held you in a trance—your words were swallowed. You lingered on his tongue, your DNA seeping deeply between his tastebuds. “‘M goin’ to have fun with you,” he groaned. That cool metal bar that tore through his flexing tongue tickled the roof of your mouth. He moaned between your lips, your soft hands working the strings of his sweatpants.

“I want to see it, Connie.”

He grinned against your lips before slowly standing to his full height. “I got you.”

And right as he revealed his known secret, your jaw visibly grew slack.

“Big, ain’t it?”

Words are clogged in your throat like five o'clock traffic, all you could do was swallow to prepare yourself for the workout of a lifetime. Grey sweatpants dropped just below his twitching, thick thighs. His dick looked so heavy; the weight of his muscle incapable of holding its own against gravity. His balls alone were huge, capable of rebuilding the human race from scratch. You’ve noticed that they’re more melanated than the rest of his body while his shaft was a couple shades lighter and his tip tinted a light pink, giving the illusion of neapolitan ice cream.

“Wh— how is this even possible? It’s like the size of my head, Connie.”

A deep chuckle and a nonchalant shrug later, “‘M not even that hard yet. This is like…. fifty percent.”

Thick cord-like veins fenced his shaft, throbbing in sync with his sluggish heartbeat.

“So you just…walk around with this just swingin’?”

You were hesitant to touch him—well his weapon that stared a hole through you. It looked like it had a mind of its own; almost like it thought its own thoughts and moved at its own accord aside from its owner. You almost jumped out of your skin when Connie took a step forward.

“I mean, yeah. ‘Can’t leave it home, now can I?” His voice was now deeper. Slower. Hungrier. Now you were just playing on his time with your timid ways and he was growing impatient.

You were certain that his dick smelt the fear venting from your pores—growing centimeters each second to evolve into its final form. Still, the pure heaviness kept his tinted tip pointed towards hell. Ironic.

“I’m guessin’ this is how you know ‘bout me?”

You nodded, swallowing pending drool forming at your lips. “Yea. ‘S so much bigger in person.”

He hissed when your hands wrapped around his throbbing shaft. Its pure thickness prevented your fingertips from touching. “W-Which video did you see?”

“‘Was the video of the girl on all fours. Her hands were tied up with her panties I believe. I want that.”

A sinister grin flashed above you. “I got you.”

Biting pillows was never in your rotation of things to do at a strangers' dorm, especially ones that belong to a frat boy. Their unhygienic ways made your skin crawl. But after being informed that his roommate was home and in the next room, muffling your moans with the closest thing to you, felt like the smartest thing to do.

At the time that is. Connie had the brightest idea to dilate your moans with music. Failed miserably. If anything, it broadcasted you.

You somehow found yourself going vocal for vocal with Brent Faiyaz; he’d hit a high note, his beautiful voice straining the poor speakers on Connie’s phone, and you shot one right back seconds later from the result of Connie’s ruthless, calculated strokes.

“I’m workin’ your shit, baby. You feel me?”

The outdated pillow, that definitely saw better nights, was snatched from under you in a quickness, leaving you bare chested on his sheetless mattress. You weren’t even in the right headspace to cringe at the current situation. In any other equation, you would’ve wasted no time packing your belongings and driving back to your dorm in pure silence—high and dry with regret radiating from your skin, but it was almost like Connie held you in a trance. Working his body as if he had a point to prove. Nothing surrounding you seemed to matter. Not even his roommate.

“I feeeel you, Con!”

His pink tinted dick was already lathered in your cream, a wet, sticky echo of your bodies bouncing wall to wall in his cluttered room. His balls were heavy and swung with a purpose and precision, knocking against your puffed clit with each stroke. You tried so hard to swallow your moans—keeping them hidden behind the jumping springs of the mattress. You were successful until Connie’s fingers rolled tiny circles on your clit. You jumped, doe eyes slightly crossing at the sensation.

“Oh-oooh! I don’t want to be too lou-loud, Con. I’m gonna—” your begging knocked against deaf ears. His hips snapped harder and faster against yours, scooting you toward the headboard inch by inch. Since his dick was so heavy, his curve guaranteed pleasure with every plap!

“Let that shit out. Let me know I'm doin’ good, Baby.”

“O-oh my gosh,” you squeaked between slurring words, thick thighs buckling beneath your rocking weight. The loud applause from your ass clapping against his pelvis had you tucking your face in your elbow. Sweat rained down his flexing abs; the glimmer of his bellybutton piercing adding that extra shine.

You were certain his roommate heard everything that happened on the other side of the paper thin wall. Embarrassment claws at your bones before quickly being replaced with pleasure.

Jean was deep in slumber, warm webs of drool slowly seeping from the corner of his open lips and pooling onto his pillow. His snores were so ear piercingly loud that it'll make your eardrums bleed from rooms away. He slept flat on his stomach, left leg hiked up while both beefy arms hugged the plush, drool-soaked pillow providing extra comfort to his head.

It starts off quiet. Too quiet. Hushed high pitched giggles and occasional low smacking from the kisses bounced off the walls of the peeling paint that decorated Connie’s room. Brent Faiyaz played quietly on the speaker on the night stand. It was low enough to keep Jean at bay, so it wasn't an issue.

It became an issue when the rhythmic knocking of Connie’s headboard made its presence known. And poor Jean, still in a dream state, mistaken the knocks for someone banging at the front door.

"The door, Con," He incoherently slurred, voice deep and groggy. Tiredness lingered in his voice along with slight irritation. Who would the fuck would want something at this hour? Jean still had his eyes wide shut, drowsing in and out of consciousness. His voice was no louder than a mumble, but with the walls so thin, he's sure his roommate heard him.

Then he heard it, the unmistakable long feminine moan of his roommate's name.

"Y’so deep, Con!”

“‘Feel you through the rubber, Pretty. Soakin’ my shit, huh?”

“Mhmm!”

Once he heard that, he heard everything else; the slow and sensual music, the deep grunts and dirty talk, the high pitched whining, and how could he forget the headboard beatboxing against his wall. It was like pieces of a puzzle slowly coming together in his dazed mind.

Now, hours later, Jean laid motionless on his back, his left eye twitching in a type of anger that could only be expressed through violence. This was the third person Connie had over on a two day radius and the number is increasing by the day. He’s convinced that Connie purposely removed the pillow from his headboard to toy with his emotions.

It was working.

“‘M gonna’—gonna’ cum again, Connie!”

“Mhm. You don’t have to tell me, I know.”

Three hours. Three long pleasure-filled hours and counting. Who the hell even has sex for this long? Class started soon, and the only thing that was drilled into Jean’s head was Connie’s name. No matter how tight he curled the pillow around his ears, your muffled moans were bleeding through with ease. “Can’t wait to move out of this damn hell hole,” Jean mumbled to himself, curling himself into the fetal position with his pillow acting as earmuffs. “Bet it’s not even that good.”

[mojifushiguro]

punishment ! c.springer

being bothersome always gets you what you want, but sometimes you can get a bit too much of what you want. connie x brat!reader (request)

warnings: smut! choking, mild aggression (during the yk), no protection (always use!), very mild degrading, cursing, cries of pleasure, slight overstimulation, lengthy!

mdni.

you were such a hassle.

connie knew that.

if you didn't get what you wanted, when you wanted, you'd totally shut down, and right now, your boyfriend was all you wanted.

you had your boyfriend all day every day. all the time, basically.

but gosh, you just wanted him extra. you missed him. you just wanted him to be home with you. he was out with his friends at the moment, and as soon as he came home, yeah, you can have him all to yourself.

but you hateeee when he goes out.

'connie'

'baby'

'I miss you'

'you dont even have to be with your hbs... you see em all the time.'

'I know you see my messages.'

constantly texting his phone. he was your boyfriend, and you missed him. you trust him not to be out doing shit he had no business, but you didn't care about that.

'ima be home soon mama'

'be patient'

'but I miss you tf'

'hello?'

you laid across your bed in nothing but pink panties and a spaghetti strap that hugged your body perfectly, and no bra. low music played in the background, which you played to distract you from your boyfriend being gone.

he only left about three hours ago, and you didn't blame him... no. you'd be out longer than him. but shit.

sometimes you just got extra clingy.

'you know I dont like your friends.'

'I know baby lol'

he wasn't giving you enough, so you pressed the call button.

no answer.

you squinted, pressing it again, and finally hearing connie with faint music in the background.

you pressed the FaceTime option, holding the camera to where you could see your face, and your perfectly visible cleavage, sitting nicely in the camera.

you stared at connie as you saw him walk around of the house he was in, looking down at the camera as he made his way outside.

"bae, I told you ima be at home soon. why you keep blowing my shit up?"

"cus I miss you, dont you miss me?"

connie stared at you in the camera, glancing up and away from It before biting his lip, looking back down. "you know I do."

a smile crept onto your face. "so come home."

connie rubbed his forehead, inhaling and exhaling. "cmon baby... you get to have me all night, every single day. I cant hang wit my homeboys for a night?"

one side of your upper lip raised and you rolled your eyes, sighing.

connie already knew you'd get an attitude, but when don't you have one? in this case, at least.

"fuck, y/n." he felt himself getting slight irritated. he was having fun.

then again... coming home to you earlier than planned didn't seem like such a bad idea.

he sighed again.

you already knew his answer. "you know what? stay out." you hung up and put your phone on do not disturb, swiping off of the messages. you swiped down to your Lock Screen, watching as Connies messages came in.

'you know how much u piss me off sometimes?'

'like u dtm, but you know that'

'ima be home soon ma, calm ts down'

you swiped to the side, going straight to your camera, and hopping up from the bed. if he didn't wanna come home to perfection, you'd just have to show him what he was missing.

you went to the bathroom, and looked at yourself in the mirror.

"do I want... to put shorts on?"

hmm... no.

you held your phone, posing cutely in your big mirror, getting your best angle.

right when you found your favorite picture, you went straight to instagram and on your story.

only adding a simple red heart, and pressing the post button.

with a small smile, you walked back into your shared bedroom and laid across the bed, lazily scrolling on social media.

you constantly swiped down to your lock screen, checking your notifications for your likes. through out all the likes and replies you received, all the heart eyes, none of them were your boyfriend.

"fuck nigga." you mumbled to yourself, rolling your eyes.

another hour of temptation to text him, to keep spamming him, passed. still no sound of the door opening, no reply or like.

you got the genius thought to check your story views, knowing he's normally at the top. but again, nothing.

now, you started to really get irritated. and another hour passed. you'd already given up on checking anything from connie.

but, without thinking, you swiped to your lock screen to check the time.

3 missed calls.

5 new messages, 30 mins ago.

yep, your heart was in your fat ass.

hesitantly pressing Connies contact name, you read through the messages, your heart speeding up.

'wtf yo problem is?'

'delete ts you literally in yo fuckin panties.'

'answer the phone'

'why you playin?'

'nvm dont worry bout it lmfao 😂'

before you could even start typing, and telling him how you'd take it down, you heard the knob to the front door, instantly making you sit up in bed and look towards the closed door of your bedroom.

you heard his keys hit the kitchen table and heard his footsteps on the stairs, slowly coming toward the door.

quickly throwing your phone to the end of the bed, you grabbed the remote and turned the tv up, pretending you were busy watching it. you didn't know if he'd believe you didn't see your phone, but you know connie knew you better than you knew yourself.

hearing him stop at the door, then after a few seconds come in silently, only made your heart start to race more.

but you thought about it. he went all night, lying like he'd be home soon. he had no reason to be mad.

when connie made his way in the room, he took his shoes off by the door, and pulled off his hoodie, going straight to the bathroom.

you only looked his way when the door was finally closed.

he was showering, totally forgot about what you posted... you think.

you grabbed your phone and quickly deleted the picture off of your story, tossing it back to the end of the bed.

minutes passed, and connie walked out of the steamy bathroom, cutting the light off behind him in only shorts, and no shirt. his body was shiny, sweaty you were guessing, and it made him look so good.

but that was the last of your worries right now.

completely ignoring the fact that you were "watching tv", he cut his game on, grabbing his controller, and picking through which game he wanted to play.

"you aint see me watching tv?" you frowned at him, tilting your head as his back faced you.

he didn't reply.

you smacked your lips. "you so..." you only shook your head and grabbed your phone. connie glanced back at you with a completely straight face.

basically telling you to shut the fuck up without actually saying anything.

and you cant lie... you did just that. but your patience grew thin. you didn't practically beg for your boyfriend to come home just to be neglected by him.

for what, so that he could play a stupid game with the same people he literally just saw?

hell no.

but, you stayed quiet, letting another hour pass by.

12:36AM.

you sat criss crossed in the middle of the bed, on your phone. every now and then glancing up whenever you heard connies small curses under his breath, or whenever you heard him groan, or look at the ceiling.

looking up at the tv, he was playing one of the games he hated the most, because he'd always lose. even you knew that.

why the fuck is he playing a game he never beats.

that's when connie paused the game on the main screen, and tossed the controller on the small table underneath your tv.

staring at the back of his head, you waited, just to see his next move.

he just stared at the wall before reaching back to grab his phone, turning his body to the side with the action. your eyes quickly drifted back down to your own phone, not even wanting to piss him off.

he huffed, checking the time on his phone and putting it back down.

his eyes made their way to you. you only sat there, not daring to look at him. but the longer he stared, made you finally look at him.

his face was completely emotionless.

'fuck.' you thought to yourself.

your mind instantly went in defensive mode. "you were out all night, and I missed you. so you can get over that shit." you mumbled the last part, but connie could hear it perfectly.

"you aint see yo phone?"

"connie, you-"

"did you. or did you not. see your phone?"

you just stared at him, before slowly rolling your eyes. connie could feel his nerves being poked at.

that's when he got on the bed, fully. snatching your phone from your hand, and grabbing your jaw.

"you piss me off more than anybody. you know that shit?" he scanned your face, and you just looked to the side. "look at me."

you looked into Connies eyes.

"you know that?"

biting your lip nervously, you slowly nodded.

Connies eyes lowered at you, as he pushed you back on the bed, licking the inside of his cheek. he grabbed your legs, pushing them apart.

his gaze trailed down between your legs, seeing that you were already turned on, and your panties were already damp.

"this all you wanted." connie looked at you like you were just pathetic, but in his mind, he was just sick of your shit. but damn, he missed you tonight more than anything.

with one of his hands under your leg, right behind your knee, and another on your waist, he moved it down to your clit, right over your panties.

putting a soft amount of pressure, it made you inhale and bite your lip, moving your hips against his thumb.

but when you saw him look up at you, his face said 'stop.'

you furrowed your eyebrows, giving him a face of pleases and sorries. "connieee... I just missed you..." you looked into his eyes, reaching down to tug at his waist band. "I deleted the picture..."

connie bit his cheek, his eyes moving down to your hand as you pulled him closer to you by his hips.

you could easy see his boner through his basketball shorts, but he wasn't going for it, so he looked from your hands to your face, still biting his cheek, breathing so heavy you could hear it.

he just watched you struggle, and you hated it.

you were so needy for him.

he moved your hand and moved back, sitting normally on the end of the bed.

you quickly shook your head. "baby, come onnn" you whined, crawling back over to him, starting to kiss on his neck.

connie would be lying if he said he wasn't getting more and more turned on by your actions. his face was so damn good as hiding it, but his dick told you different.

"please?" you tilted your head at him, grabbing his hand and moving it down back between your legs.

an amused, but still denying look came across his face as he looked you up and down. you moved his hand to your breast, hoping he'd give in.

he only sighed, legs spread. he slowly looked down at his boner, and back up at you. he stared right into your eyes, he knew the exact apology he'd take. and you did too.

you, still beside him, got on your hands and knees on the bed, arch perfectly in view for your boyfriend.

he watched at you reached in his pants, pulling them down a little, and taking him in your hand. you looked at him once again, before finally leaning down and softly licking him tip, making his dick jump a little.

you slowly lowered your mouth around the tip, sucking softly. connie let out a low groan, biting his lip and grabbing your hair, pushing you lower.

"go low." was the only thing he muttered.

feeling yourself start to gag, you did exactly what he said, letting connie lean back on his hands, staring down at you.

why did you have to be so damn pretty, but such a fuckin problem?

your eyes started to water as you bobbed your head, connie moving his hand to your hips and up your back.

he slowly started thrusting against your throat, letting out a shaky breath. "fuck..." he whispered, grabbing your hair and pulling your head up.

his hand moved to your neck, putting more pressure on it than usual, and pulling you in for a kiss. his kisses were so aggressive, and feeling his soft tongue on yours just made you even more desperate.

letting go of your throat and gripping your jaw, he looked into your eyes again. "I cant stand the fuckin stupid shit you do."

a tear dripping from your eye from the pressure on your throat, you smiled softly. "I know."

connie slowly shook his head, getting off the bed and standing in front of you, you were about to lay on your back, but connie flipped you on your stomach.

"hell naw" he muttered, grabbing your hips and lifting you to your knees, aggressively pulling your panties down and pushing your back down into an arch.

"wait, wait-" before you could even protest about having to get adjusted to his size, because honestly, connie had a big dick, you felt him quickly thrust into you, making you instantly grip the sheets.

"fuck! con!" you reached back, but that only made things worse, you should've known.

he stretched you out, and he loved the way you fluttered around him, whether it was due to pain or pleasure. he didn't really care either.

you tried to pull yourself away as his thrusts got quicker and harder, biting your lip, probably to the point of bleeding, "connieee!"

"fuck you goin?" he breathed out, pulling you back toward him by your hips, only to go deeper.

"fu..ck... im- im sorry pa.." you whined. feeling him deep in your stomach almost, the only thing you could do was apologize.

"huh?" connie frowned, reaching up to grab your neck. and fuck, it only made you arch even more.

"mmh... yo shit too tight..." connie leaned forward, slowing down and grabbing your chin with his hand. he pulled your head back, slowly thrusting deeper into you.

"you missed me? huh? or you missed getting fucked?" connie wrapped his other arm around your stomach.

"too.. deep.. connie please" you moaned, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

"please, what? stop fuckin you like this?"

you nodded slowly, and with that, connie pulled out, taking your panties from around your ankles and tossing them to the side.

he rolled you over to your back, leaning down towards you again. all of a sudden, you felt yourself falling into another deep wave of pleasure. "fuck!" you moaned out, pushing against Connies hips.

he only pulled you closer to him again, just to fuck you deeper, and the arches out of shock weren't helping.

"come on, you been takin me like a champ all these other nights, what's different?" he looked down, watching you throb around him, completely hypnotized by you.

and he hadn't smiled during any of this yet. that's what was different.

this was pure frustration and punishment. you knew you would get it, but not like this.

"connie... I cant-" you couldn't even finish your sentence before he sharply thrusted into you again, after all those deep, slow strokes.

he was driving you crazy.

"cant what? you cant take it?" he finally looked at your face.

"look at me when I fuck you, y/n."

you practically had to peel your eyes open, them rolling back every deep stroke. connie slowly shook his head at you, as tear drops trailed down your cheeks, and sniffle sounds came from your nose and mouth.

"my baby..." he grabbed your cheek, watching as you held his wrist tightly, soft whimpers and moans leaving your mouth with every thrust.

he wiped your tears, leaning over and kissing you, softly biting your lip as he pulled away, just to look at you again.

your eyes were pink and glossy, but you loved every minute of this.

"hold me." he mumbled.

and you did just that, wrapping your arms around his neck tightly. "I love you..." you whispered. connie hummed lowly, using his hand to open your legs wider and move it to your clit, rubbing in quick circles and quickening his thrusting pace.

you started to let out soft, quick and choppy moans. "slow... slowww..." you whined, letting connie go and gripping the sheets beside your head.

connie bit his lip, frowning and looking at you, shaking his head.

"p-please" you whispered, twitching as connie fucked you through your orgasm. you went completely silent, your legs shaking and your body twitching, before letting out a loud gasp and crying out your last moan.

still going, connie purposely made you feel every bit of your orgasm, licking his lips and staring at you deeply before pulling out and grabbing his dick, softly rubbing his tip on your clit, feeling it twitch against him.

"look atchu. begging me to come home and cant even take dick right." connie fixed his self, watching you as you laid there, legs still open.

what could you even say?

connie softly grabbed your face, squishing it slowly shaking it side to side, "stop allat whining. im done." he chuckled, leaning down to kiss you one more time and patting your breast twice.

he walked over to sit on the end of the bed again, grabbing the controller, not even bothering to clean you up or wash his hands.

"and I love you too."

clearly.

[satorussugarbaby]

what happens every time connie smokes you out

smut mdni

it always starts like you expect. with you laying in his bed like you bought it, casually curled up in his space, talking about work or class or how your roommate left her clothes in the bathroom again. he’s at his desk rolling a blunt, a random youtube video playing on his tv, actively listening to you talk about your day.

he finishes rolling, sparks up, passes the blunt back and forth between you two until it’s finished.

at some point he moves to the bed with you, something about hearing you better or not having to reach so far to pass the blunt. he takes off his shirt under the pretense that he’s hot, then slips under the covers with you because now he’s 'cold'. he thinks he’s slick when his arm comes around your waist and presses his whole body to the back of yours.

at this point it’s only a matter of time before connie’s got you grinding your ass back against his boner while you whine in his ear about how you need him to fuck you stupid.

and who is he to deny his favorite girl what she wants?

not even 30 minutes later he’s got you face down ass up on his bed, moaning into his pillow. connie’s hand slides up your back and around to the front of your neck, fingers gently pressing into the sides.

“c’mon baby, lemme see that pretty face,” he mumbles, leaning down to speak against your ear. you shake your head and connie stops mid thrust with a tut, “please?”

you whine, turning your head to side with a pout, “what?”

“just wanted to see your pretty face mama. is that so bad?” he says, huge grin on his face as he leans in to kiss the pout on your face, hand sliding into the back of your hair to brush it from your face. "you're too cute like this."

“why’d you stop?” you mumble against his lips, feeling how his smirk widens at your question.

“mm yeah? want me to keep going, pretty?”

before you can answer he’s letting go of your hair and sitting up, pulling almost all the way out and pounding back into you repeatedly. his hands slide down your back and to your hips, holding you still while he bullies his cock into you.

every thrust sends your whole body forward, fingers curling into his sheets weakly as you let out a half moan, half gasp, "con- connie, its too much-!"

"fuck, i know, mama. but you're still taking it so perfectly," he groans, pushing your hips down till your flat on your stomach in prone. "is this better for my pretty baby?"

he definitely got his answer when the only response that came out of you was a weak, desperate moan.

god does he loves smoking you out.

short and bad ending bc i'm lazy