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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.
“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!
Pairing: Hubby/NBA Player!Connie x Black!Pregnant!Wifey!Reader (Based on my headcanon HERE!)
Synopsis: After an extremely grueling basketball season, Titans champion Connie Springer is ready to start his night off right with his beautiful trophy...and no, not the trophy he got from winning the most anticipated game of the season. He means you, his adorable wife carrying his unborn child. But what should be a long night of clubbing turns into something hotter when he suspects that you're feel unconscious in your new dress due to the bun cookin' in your oven. How does your hubby resolve this? By bending you over and giving you a quickie in your dress, of course!
Warnings: 18+ (MDNI); No Titan/Modern AU; Married AU; Sports AU; Body Insecurity; Latino!Connie; Some Spanish; Soft Dom!Connie x sub!Reader; Lactation Kink; Some Degradation ("Puta"); Praise; F*cking in the Mirror; Fingering; Pussy-Eating; Tongue Piercing; Tattoo Kink; Quickie Sex; Clothed!Reader x Naked!Connie; Mating Press; Riding; Connie F*cking You From the Bottom; Reader Cums 2x; Raw Creampie; Breeding
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!
Writer's Note: I'm so happy I was able to get this out!! I'm on a little weekend trip & got so caught up in work/school that I was afraid i wouldn't be able to make it to the end of May. This is a little fic for my Connie's b-day (month since i missed the day lmaoo) inspired by @laylathegoddesss's Eren x Pregnant!Reader fic. Please go give her stuff a read!! She's AMAZING!! i hope y'all enjoy!! <3 -love, Jazz
You stood in the full-length mirror leaning against the bedroom wall, staring at the plump woman standing in front of you.
Her stomach protruded so obviously from underneath her skin-tight black mini dress that it would've comical if the woman wasn't you.
Despite your 12-inch buss down flowing down your back in soft, black curls, soft, glamorous makeup, and gorgeous heels, you don't feel any bit of sexy, fabulous, or desirable. Unlike the trophy your husband treats you as, like the one he won earlier today at his championship game.
You ran your hands over your very pregnant stomach, your lips, slick with Fenty Beauty Lip Bomb gloss, downturning into a deepened frown. 'I look so fat in this.'
The thought came out of nowhere, conjured by the way the soft, black fabric of the bodycon dress stuck to your form, stretching over your stomach in the most embarrassing way possible. You would've loved the dress on your unpregnant, smaller body, but now? It made you look like a joke.
You didn't have time to inspect your tummy any more than you already have when you hear your husband calling from the bathroom down the hall. "Baby!" he called. "You ready yet? The ride will be here soon!"
"Uh...just a minute!" you called back. "I'm just puttin' on my earrings." You quickly waddled over to your vanity where you plucked up two diamond earrings that your husband bought you last Christmas. Just as you turned back around as you're fastening them, your husband is there, leaning against the bedroom door.
Connie Springer was truly the apple of everyone's eye...including yours. He was your husband. Your love. Your one and only. As the star player of his local basketball team “The Titans” and a member of the NBA, the Japanese-Latino player was no stranger to affection, both wanted and unwanted. Even though he’d been with you for four years before proposing and marrying you, Connie was still getting affections from every woman sitting outside at his games.
And why not? Connie was truly a hottie with his tan skin and muscles that glistened in sweat on the court; his buzz cut to went so well with the 24k diamond studs in his ears; his tattoos inking up and down his right arm and muscular calve; his charming smile and green eyes they blazed with fire during a game before he shot a basket and blew you a kiss in the bleachers.
You couldn’t believe he chose you out of all of the women at your local game. Not a model or a singer or an actress. You, a simple city girl who owned her own bakery, though that wasn’t some small feat.
You just figured a basketball player would rather date a socialite. But after Jean Kristen, Connie’s friend and fellow Titan player, introduced you to Connie at a celebratory party you were catering for them, sparks flew and Connie was instantly attracted.
As were you. To his hot-headedness, protectiveness, and bold personality especially. Despite his height, Connie was irresistibly confident and that made him irresistibly sexy to you.
Your man didn’t play about you. You sat courtside at all his games. Traveled with him first class. Was kept locked at his side on the street or in his lap at the club, no matter the stares. He decked paparazzi in the face, knocking cameras that tried to snap flicks of you on the ground. He argued people down on Twitter and TikTok who bashed you, including the fuck ass Shade Room on IG. He even had a bodyguard walk around with you once he found out you were pregnant.
You were his woman and he wanted everyone to know that. Now, years later, married with a baby on the way, nothing has changed. Except your body.
"What?" you murmured, flushing hot at his intimately soft look. Connie was wearing an Armani shirt with jeans, the cuffs rolled up to expose his yummy tattoos. The simple silver chain glistened like his stud earrings, making your stomach flip.
"You're just...perfect," he sighed, his jade eyes rolling over your body. "Can't believe how fuckin' lucky I am to have you." You flushed, biting back a smile. Of course, he’d say that. "You don't think it's too..."
You trailed off, biting your lip. As your husband slunk into the room, you twisted around to face the mirror. Your body seemed to change over night from the baby—wider hips, bigger stomach, larger tits plump with milk, a fatter ass, etc.
Though you’d take the fat ass and titties, the stomach is a whole other issue. At six months, you feel like a walking hippo. A balloon about to pop. You had to switch your wardrobe due to your weight gain.
"Too what, mama?" Connie murmured, coming up behind you to wrap his hands around your stomach. Something he always did. Despite his short height, he still stood a couple inches taller than you, the top of your head just brushing his chin. “Too...y'know...tight?" you asked, your eyes facing down at your tummy.
Connie pressed himself against you, giving you a feel of his bulge. “It ain't tight enough," he murmured against your neck. "Love it when you wear that sexy shit. I want everyone to know that your fine ass is mines." His hand cascaded down to your ass, possessively squeezing it.
"Like the big ass rock on my finger don't say that," you giggled, admiring the gorgeous diamond ring in the 24k gold band he slid on your finger at your highly-anticipated wedding. He smacked your behind at the little remark, making you squeak (and gush into your very expensive Savage X Fenty panties).
God, you loved how rough and hard Connie’s hands were! He was a grabber—always grabbing your waist, your ass, your tits, your tummy. He loved to grip your hair and pin your thighs back during sex, grab your throat and palm whatever he could. It always made you feel so kept and desirable, but lately, not even your man's handsiness could stop these insecure feelings taking over you.
“Really, Con, is this okay to wear for your party? With my tummy and all?" He met your gaze in the mirror, confused painted across his face. “Baby, why you askin' me that? You look amazing!" He paused, brows furrowed. "Why? You don't think so?"
Quickly, you tried to backtrack. The last thing you wanted was for him to worry about you on his big night. He just won a championship game earlier today! Tonight was to celebrate HIM! "No, no, it's not that! I-I was just wonderin' is all. Since we'll be around your team and big names in the sports business."
Connie was still giving you a concerned look, but you masked your true feelings with a plastic smile, draping your arms around his neck. "It's nothin', babe, really! I'm almost done anyway." Your husband looked like he wanted to say more, but his phone ringing in his pocket stopped him short. He slipped it out and read the text over.
He groaned, irked that the moment was ruined over some BS. "Shit, my driver just texted me sayin' he had a family emergency. Lemme order an Uber real quick." He gave you a quick kiss on the lips before he shot out of the bedroom, already on the phone with his driver.
As soon as he was gone, you waddled over to your walk-in closet and dug through your clothes for another dress. You had quite the collection, ranging from the business-like, sophisticated gowns to the tighest, sexiest club dresses. All kinds of designer—Gucci, Versace, Dior, Dolce & Gabbana—stared back at you, most from when your body was a lot smaller.
You felt tears burn in your eyes as you stared at them, grieving your old shape, but you pushed them away and picked out an off-the-shoulder black dress with a skater skirt flared to conceal your stomach. It wasn't at all the kind of sexy, jaw-dropping dress you had on before and even pulling it on, you felt internally guilty for changing clothes.
After you had the new dress on, you didn't feel any better. In fact, you felt worse. So much so that you sat on the edge of the bed you shared every night with your husband and felt like you could cry from how low you felt. You placed a hand on your stomach, feeling so many emotions that battled with each other.
If Connie hadn't came back upstairs whistling so happily, you would've definitely begun crying. Damn hormons.
"Alright, my beautiful wife! Let's getcha outta here so we can..." He abruptly paused, his full, pink lips turning into a worried frown. "Hey, what's up?" He knew from the moment he entered the room that you were down. He could read you like a book.
"Huh? O-Oh, I'm fine! I just got winded." But Connie didn’t smile back. He knew it was a shit lie. Worriedly, he sat beside you on the bed and placed a comforting hand on your thigh. "Baby, if you don't think you're up for this party, we can always stay home."
You gaped at him, upset at him even suggesting such a thing. "What?! Nooo! Connie, you just won a championship game and everybody is lookin' forward to seein' you! It's important!" Connie pulled a stern face, holding your hands firmly in his.
"You're important," he firmly replied. "You and my baby." His hand ran over your stomach, right over the gold buttons running down your dress. “Why'd you change your dress?" he bluntly asked, those green eyes daring you to lie to him.
You looked away, biting your lip. Usually, being vulnerable with Connie wasn't a battle, but this time? It was a damn war.
"I just...didn't like how the other one looked on me." The silence that stuck in the air was tense and thick. Connie was obviously upset with your confession, but he didn't show it just yet. "Why?" he demanded. "And don't try to bat your lashes outta this one, mi amor. Tell me what's goin on up here."
You felt tears prick your eyes, threatening to burst and ruin your makeup. You stared down at Connie's knuckle tattoos, unable to stare him in the eyes. "I-I...I just don't think I look sexy anymore. I feel ugly and fat a-and—oh!" Suddenly, you were over Connie’s lap with your ass tooted in the air for him.
"Connie?!" you gasped, looking back at him as he splayed you across his lap. "What are you—"
"Shut up," he snapped. "I don't wanna hear nothin' but those pretty little moans outta you.” Quickly, he hiked your dress up to show off your lace panties nestled between your plump asscheeks etched in tiger stripes and—
Rrrriiiip!
"Con!" you gasped. “Those were new!” You pouted as he flung the flimsy lace undies away somewhere across the room. “I’ll get you new ones. Now be quiet and take your punishment, wifey.” Before you could take a single breath, your husband was raising his hand over your ass and striking it down hard on your asscheeks.
SPANK!
You gasped and flinched as if you weren't aware that he was about to do this. Connie loved all of you, but he was an ass guy down to the T. He couldn't get enough of squeezing, smacking, grabbing, and caressing your butt every chance he got, even after matches right on national television.
But he especially loved hanging you over his knee and spanking you, just to hear you moan and scream for him. He loved punishing you just to see those tears and feel how wet you got from the sparks of pain and pleasure mixing into one intoxicating cocktail. “Ah! Con, wait!” you tried to protest. You squirmed, trying to free yourself, but Connie locked one arm around you to keep you there. “Ah-ah, you ain’t listenin’. That’s liable for another spank.”
SPANK!
You gasped as his hand came down again, much harder than before. You felt fire lick across your right asscheek, harsh and unbearable. “Ow!” you yelped, cringing at the pain. Your husband only watched, in love with the way your ass recoiled against his palm. “Hurts, mamas? That’s how I felt when you told me you changed your dress ‘cause you don’t think you looked sexy in it.”
SPANK!
He hit your left cheek this time, making your ass burn with a thousand fires all from his hand alone. “That’s how I feel whenever you feel insecure about that body of yours. The one I love so, so much.”
SPANK!
“Do you have any idea how fuckin’ hot you are? How many men would kill to snatch you up and take you away from me?”
SPANK!
“How many men would love to breed you? Give you a baby like I did?”
SPANK! SPANK!
“Do you like to hurt me, baby? You wanna see me heartbroken over you? Is that it, mamì?”
You were surprised you could even speak. Connie's assault on your ass has left you twitching and hot all over, your ass raw from the spankings. You also were wetter than you ever remember being since the negative feelings over your pregnant body. "N-No," you softly whimpered.
SPANK!
You let out a loud whine in anguish at the agonizing singe of Connie's assault on your ass, the fire against your cheeks getting much worse. "What was that, mama? I couldn't hear you." You were shaking as you replied, tongue-tied and teary-eyed. “N-No, Papì! I’m sorry! I just felt insecure!”
You sniffled as Connie began to rub his hand over your asscheeks, soothing the burn. "And why the fuck do you feel that, huh?" he growled. "Do you even realize how sexy you are? How hard you get me all the fuckin' time?"
You felt it now underneath you, pushing against your stomach. His hard cock chubbing against hiss slacks. "Connie," you whined. "That's so lewd." You tried not to rub against it, not wanting to throw in the towel and admit defeat just yet. "And you love it," he chuckled. "My good little girl."
The pet name made your stomach flip, his pet names always being your weakness. Your krypnonite. "But I'm not little," you muttered. Connie paused, quirking an eyebrow down at your little self-deprocating remark. "Oh, no?"
You squeaked as he suddenly yanked you up and placed you on his lap, your back meeting his front. He locked one arm around your midsection, placing you right on top of his bulge. "Then why is it so easy to lift you up and put you wherever I want, hermosa? Why don't I break a sweat when I pick you up and fuck you, hm?"
He began to rub himself against your pussy, causing your gush to ooze onto his cock, staining his slacks. "P-Papì, don't," you whined. You bit your lip as you felt your puffy pussy lips split open, causing more of your honey to spill out and embarrassingly soak Connie's dickprint through his pants. "'Don't' nothin'," he growled. "Don't make me smack this pussy...unless ya want that."
His hand skated down your pussy, pressing right against your slit in anticipation of a smack. "Ooo, I think you do. She just gushed for me!" He tsked, nibbling your earlobe, making you whimper at the contact. "Still so slutty. Keep it up and I'mma give you another baby, baby."
Your teeth sunk deeper into your bottom lip, excitment coursing through you at the idea of your hubby giving you another raw creampie. "But I won't do that if you don't put the dress back on," he whispered in your ear. And just like that, your stomach pitted and turned to ice. When you turned to look at Connie, his eyes were fierce and all ablaze. He wasn't playing with you. "B-But—"
"So I guess you don't want your husband to make you feel good before our night out together?" he cut in, raising a brow at you. "You don't want him to bust a fat load in you?" You paused, your face hot and your pussy wet as his fingers toyed with it. Your body betrayed you, dammt. "Mmm-hmm, that's what I thought."
Together, he helped you stand and undressed you, taking good care of carefully unbuttoning each button on your dress until it was off. You felt so loved and special as he slid the skin-tight dress back on you, no panties included. Then he had you stand between his legs as he sat on the bedside, grinning at you.
"Theeeere's my sexy wife!" he cooed. "Spin for me, mama." You tried to bite back your smile, but your joy took over as you twirled for him, giggling when he groaned at the sight of your ass pushing against the fabric. "Baby, THIS is what made you insecure? Dios mio, turn around and look at yourself."
He took your hands in his, pressing a sweet kiss to each knuckle. "You're beautiful, baby bump or not. But the fact that you're hold a little me or you in there makes you ten times more gorgeous." His hands released yours to hold your stomach, pressing a kiss to it before posessievely yanking down the window to your dress that showed off your cleavage.
You let out a little intake of breath as each of your full tits popped out for him, hanging like ripe fruit for him.
"Connie," you whined. Your husband was mesmorized as he massaged and held each tit in his hands, his thumbs running over the hard nubs. "Look at these full tits," he murmured before he leaned in to suck on each, his tongue swirling around the hardened peaks.
You moaned, knees almost buckling as he sucked and toyed with your nipples until he moaned in surprise as liquid leaked out of your nipples. Milk. "Lactating already, mama?" he chuckled. You flushed, realizing that this wasn't a kink you both explored. "I started early for the baby. Is that okay?"
Connie's eyes flashed with a lustful fire as he practically stuffed his face in your tits, motorboating you and making you giggle. "That's more than okay. Fuck, you taste so fuckin' good, mama." "He continued to suck on your tits, drawing milk out of the hard, brown peaks as you moaned and whimpered, gripping onto him for dear life. "Look at me. Look at how hard you've got your man."
You did so, finding that his cock has grown in his slacks, twitching and pulsing against his fly as if he was about to bust out. "Yeah? You want this dick right now?" He paused, gripping his cock in his hand, palming himself to your heart's content.
"Yes, please, Papì." You tried to touch him yourself, but he stopped you, shaking his head. "Mmm...not yet. You gotta earn this dick first. Lay back f'me, but don't take your eyes off the mirror. I've gotta make my wife feel good, don't I?" He gave a wolfish grin that was so Connie-like that you giggled, all of those pesky little negative thoughts about yourself starting to vanish.
You bit your lip and watch him as he knelt down in front of you and opened your legs. When he got a look at your soaked little pussy, puffy from arousal and glistening for him, he almost looked pained. “Goddamn, mama,” he hissed. “You’re so wet f'me. You didn't need them little panties anymore.”
His eyes flicked up to yours, his hands laying on your thighs. ‘Okay?’ his eyes asked.
Wordlessly, you nodded, unable to speak. But he wasn't satisfied. He began to brush his fingers up and down your wet slit, paying close attention to your reactions. “No es suficiente, hermosa (Not enough, beautiful). Words, baby,” he growled. “Gimme words.”
SMACK!
His hand smacked lightly against your pussy, making you yelp in pleasure and your pussy throb against his palm. “Yes!” you moaned, your pretty red-painted toes curling in your heels. “Please, Con…please touch me.”
He gave you a devastating smile at your pitiful reaction, but didn't keep you waiting. He split your thighs wider, causing your pussy lips to slightly split and expose your dripping hole for him. “Shit!” he hisses, gaping at your sex. “You have the prettiest pussy, mamì. I can't believe I get this all the time."
“Thank y–!” But your words were cut off by a sudden gasp as Connie leaned in and began suckling on your clit and eating your pussy like a starving man. He was relentless with his tongue slashes, flicks, and long licks up and down your slit.
He moved his tongue like he was a master at eating pussy, paying close attention to your reactions even though you had this mouth over a thousand times before. But every time was still fucking amazing.
You moaned and whimpered above him, your fingers carding through his buzzcut as your other hand moved down to your pussy, trying to make Connie ease up on his immaculate, fast pussy-eating. "Ah, f-fuck...w-wait, Con, b-baby! Do we...oh, shit yes! Do you have time to do this?"
Your husband paused, his forest-green eyes boring into yours. "Who cares? We'll get there when we get there. Now move your hands before I move 'em for you." You gushed at the dominance in his tone, loving it when he shifted into such a demanding, bossy mood. "You're gonna ruin my dress, babe."
Your husband smirked, teasingly licking you from slit to asshole with his fat tongue, the cold metal of his tongue piercing making you moan. "Shouldn't I be sayin' that?" he chuckled. "You seem mad animate 'bout it now when you was the one who didn't wanna wear it."
He slid your dress up higher, exposing a bit of your pregnant stomach to him as you leaned back, both of your holes on full display for him. Connie loved you like that: slutty, open, and vulnerable on his bed. "I'll get you another one. It wouldn't be the first time I did that; besides, I paid for it."
And he did. He saw the dress in a window and immediately thought of you, FaceTiming you to show you. "You like this, amor?" he had asked, flashing you the slinky dress through the phone as he popped his gum. "I thought you could add this to your lil' club dress collection."
"B-But it was for your party," you whined, squirming as your husband wiggled his tongue in a way that made your eyes roll back. Connie glared at you from between your thighs, pissed that you're interrupting his meal. "Fuck the dress. And motherfuck the party."
You laughed but it turned into a breathy moan as he slurped at your pussy, drinking in every drop of your arousal you could give. "You say that now till Jean takes half the basketball cake. You know he's greedy for my cake."
Connie's eyes flashed with lust as he forced your thighs to your chest, stretching you completely open for him, exposing your ass to him. "I am too. And if Jean knows what's good for him, he'd better stay the fuck away from both."
You writhed and grinded your hips against his mouth as he dove back in, trying to get him closer. Your pussy pushed into his pillowy-soft lips and wet tongue that drew shapes and wrote hois name across your wet, swollen pussy lips and needy little clit. "God, baby!" you moaned. "Please faster! I-I need to cum in your mouth!"
Connie hummed in enjoyment, making the most salaciously lewd sounds as his tongue swirled in your wetness. "The feeling's mutual, mi amor," he cooed. He then pulled away from you, lips glistening with your juices. "How 'bout you..."
He sat on the edge of the bed and patted his lap, making your seat hot for you. Pat, pat. "Hop up here in my lap, hm? I wanna feel your pussy squeeze 'round my fingers when I finally make you cum."
He nodded at the mirror across the bed facing the bed, his expression hot. "But I'll only make you cum if you keep lookin' in that mirror at yourself. I want you to watch yourself gush 'round my fingers f'me, okay?"
Connie always loved him some mirror sex...and so did you. You loved watching his pretty face contort in pleasure when he sunk in your pussy, railing you with all that he had until he blew a fat load in you. You felt your body tingle in arousal and excitement, your pussy thinking for you. "Uh...can you get naked first?"
He grinned at you, already popping onto his feet to undress. "What a little puta my wife is! God, I'm so lucky!"
Connie was right: fuck the party. As soon as he was down to his briefs, showing off every mouth-watering muscle, tattoo, and the ridges of his fat cock in his briefs, you weren't thinking about anything else but getting more of him.
And once you were sitting in his lap, all thoughts of going anywhere flew out the window. Because your husband had you locked in his lap, thighs spread, with two fingers stuffed inside of your pussy, making you watch him finger-fuck your brains out in the mirror.
Your mouth was a permanent O as you moaned and whined from Connie teasing you wet entrance, sliding his fingers in and out, slowly pumping them and curling them up till you keened. “So needy,” he teased, pressing a kiss to your neck as he continued, his expression lustful as he watched you in the mirror. "Mmm, that's it. So wet f'me. Feel so fuckin' good."
He dug his nose into the long curls cascading down your back as he got you closer, closer. The edges of your vision blurred as you raced towards your orgasm, your moans bouncing off of the wall. Your eyes closed as bliss took over, your clit throbbing. "Connie, m'close!" you slurred. "I'm gonna cum soon!"
“Que?” Connie immediately stopped, leaving his fingers in you. “And who the fuck said you could do that? I don't see your eyes on that mirror." Your eyes opened, staring at the pregnant woman with the brown skin and full lips, her pussy on full display in her man's lap.
"Look at yourself," he demanded. "Look at that goddess. Who's that pretty girl gettin' her pussy fucked?" He slowly pulled his fingers out of you and began to rub at your clit, making you groan from the sweet pleasure. "M-Me," you stammered.
SMACK!
You gasped as Connie slapped your pussy again, the sharpness of his hit almost making you gush. "Louder! Who is she?!" Then his fingers were back inside, pumping, stroking, pushing you towards a much-needed nut. "Me! It's me, Papì! I know I'm beautiful and gorgeous and...fuck, I'm gonna cum!"
Connie grinned into your neck, kissing behind you ear the way you liked; the shit that made you melt. "That's my good girl. Now cum for me.” And after a few more thrusts and some teasing moans in your ear that turned you into a puddle, you came on your husband's thick fingers.
The ink lacing his knuckles looked sinful, especially since his fingers were stuffed so nicely inside of you, sticky and glistening with your pussy juices. He made you cum the only way Connie Springer, NBA player, and your husband/baby daddy, could: hard and intense.
Your eyes rolled back and you twitched in his lap as your orgasm washed over you, taking you through space. When you finally came down, you were dizzy and supremely satisfied, feeling like the sexiest bitch to walk the earth. Connie peppered your face in kisses, making you giggle. “Muy bien (very good), baby! That’s my good lil' listener. Look at the mess ya made.”
He pulled his fingers out of you and pressed them, wet and sticky, against your bottom lip. “Now you gotta clean it up.” You pried your mouth open, sucking on his digits as you stared at him in the mirror. “Now what do you say?” he whispered, one hand lacing around your throat.
You swallowed as he squeezed, the act making your pussy throb. “Thank you, Papì.” He smiled, kissing your lips. “You’re welcome, baby. Feel better now?”
You did...but you couldn't let him know that. You needed his dick like you needed air to breathe. There was NO FUCKING WAY you could leave this house without getting dicked down by your man. “Not really. I could use a little more persuasion.”
He clocked that sexy little purr as you spoke, his eyes growing lustful. “Little slut. Of course, you could. Well—“
Ding-ding! Groaning, Connie snatched his phone from across the bed and looked at the notification there. “Damn. Ride will be here in 15 minutes.” Disappointment flooded in you. That meant no fucking until the party was over...which could've been 2AM for all you knew. “Oh. Well, we can always finish when we get home.”
Connie scrunched his face at you, disgusted by such a statement. “Da fuck? No way are you leavin’ this bed without gettin’ my dick in you.”
With ease, he scooped you up in his arms and placed you on your back on the bed. “B-But, Connie. Our ride—“
“Can wait. He knows who the fuck he’s pickin’ up, plus I tipped him extra.” Then he was snatching off his briefs, freeing his big, beautiful, fat, veiny cock from its prison, making your stomach flip with anticipation. “Now lay back f’me, baby. I can make you cum in 10.”
You had no doubt that he could, but the thing was once you and Connie started fucking, a quickie could turn into a two-hour fuck session. Nasty, sticky, wet, and messy: just the way you both enjoyed.
And staring into his moltenly-hot eyes, you knew that this would probably be either a quickie or an hour-long session depending on how he was feeling. “Just keep your eyes on that mirror. Am I clear?” He gripped your chin and forced it back, making you stare at yourself hanging off of the bed upside down in the mirror. “Y-Yes, sir," you whimpered.
Turned out that was hard to do when your husband was fucking you so good. He put you on your side to make it easier on your tummy and fucked you from the side, pumping his cock in and out of your dripping pussy, making the bed squeal and you make such slutty sounds. "Ah! Ah, fuck, Connie, yes!" you wailed. "Please do it faster! Harder!"
Your man hovered above you, hands gripping your ass and thighs, trailing over your tiger stripes, relishing every womanly part of you. "Yeah? That's how you want it?" he grunted. "Even while pregnant, you still wanna be put in the mattress. Dios miyo, what a sexy lil' whore I've got for a wife."
He put his foot up on the bed and thrusted in a way that put himself deeper, making you feel every inch of him. He pumped himself inside, in and out like a machine, never slowing or stopping. "I'm a whore for ya too, y'know," he panted. "I can't play one fuckin' game without thinkin' 'bout comin' home to you and fuckin' this pussy...makin' you cum over."
He smacked your ass hard, the sting mixing with the pleasure of your pussy being filled and your clit stroked against his toned stomach. "And over."
He flipped you onto your back, pushing your thighs up to stretch you, make you take him more. "And over again. 'Cause you fuckin' deserve it, baby. You deserve everything!"
You were losing your grip on reality, staring at your husband fuck you stupid in the mirror. "F-Fuck, Papì! You're so deep!" He met your eyes in the mirror, his pretty face and muscles adorned with tattoos and his tan skin glistening in sweat. "Tell me where you feel me, mamì. Tell me where my cock is."
You trailed a hand down to your plump, pregnant stomach, your manicure glistening at him. "Here. R-Right here." Connie grinned, loving to hear how much his dick had you going insane. "Maybe I can give you another creampie. Give my baby another baby...if that even works."
You had no idea, but the idea of being bred with another child by your husband made you want to squirt right there! "We can find out," you purred.
Connie smiled at you, flashing those pearly whites as he leaned down to give you a sloppy kiss, all tongue. "We sure can, mi amor. If you–shit–keep takin' that dick like that, I'll definitely give you another raw load." He fucked you harder, faster, deeper, making the bedsprings creak in protest below you. "How's that, hm?! That feel good?!"
He yelled at you as he fucked you dumb into your marital bed, his gold band listening at you as he held your throat. "Ye-e-esss!" you hiccuped, each word a jumbled meshment of words as you headed towards another fat nut. "Ohmygod, Con, I'm gonna cum soon! I'm s-so close!"
Your eyes squeezed tight as you felt it coming, Connie's grip on your throat increasing. "Yeah? You want me to make that lil' pussy cum for me?" he asked, his voice dropping an octave, making you lose control of yourself.
"Sì!" you moaned. "Yes, please, please, Daddy!" But then...he stopped. Your eyes opened in shock as he paused mid-thrust, looking very disappointed in you. "Uh-uh. Not yet, princessa. You ain't do what I asked you to do."
"What?" you dumbly asked, discombulated from being fucked within an inch of your life to not anymore. Connie clucked his tongue at you, shaking his head like a disappointed father. “I don’t see them eyes on that mirror, sexy.”
Fear shot in your stomach as he pulled out, smacking his cock against your pussy before he moved away from you entirely. You sat up, confused and sexually frustated. “What are you doing?” you panted.
Connie smirked as he laid back on the bed, slowly pumping his hard cock for you as he waited for you to join him. “Hop up. I want you to ride me and don’t you fuckin’ dare take your eyes off yourself. I’m close and so are you, so you’d better make it count.”
You were a little nervous about sitting on him since you were so much bigger now with the baby, but Connie's grip was secure as you crawled on top of him, pressing his dick against your entrance. You tensed as he gripped your hips, pushing his legs up to keep you upright. "You won't fall, baby. I've gotchu. You trust me, right?"
You stared down into those eyes that you loved for so long and continued to. "Yes," you replied. "With my life." He smiled, his cock twitching against your pussy impatiently. "Then bring that ass down here and ride this fuckin' dick."
And with a smile, you did as you were told and gave Connie the ride of his fucking life. You put it down heavy, your ass smacking against his thighs, as your pussy sucked in his cock, getting it wet and sticky with your honey, drawing the sluttiest noises out of both of you. "Fuck, that's it!" he moaned as he held onto you for dear life. "Bounce on that fuckin' dick, babe! You love takin' Papì's fat dick, don't you?"
"Fuck, Con, yes!" you whined. "Yes, I love it! I-I love you so, so much, Papì!" You gripped his chest as you alternated between bouncing on his dick and grinding so you could stroke your clit against his pelvis. Any move you did made sparks of pleasure explode through you, making you lose your grip on reality.
"Fuckin' prove it then," he growled. "Fuck me back and cum for me. Watch yourself cum all over my cock, mi amor. Look at how perfect you are."
You did as you were told and stared in the mirror across the room. "Who's that pretty girl ridin' dick, hm?" Connie groaned out. You stared at the woman bouncing on the fat cock in her, her juicy tits bouncing in time out of her dress, her plump stomach on full display with the dress hiked up over your hips. She glowed from her toes to the tip of her head, so free, screaming sex.
Yes. That pretty girl was you. You were beautiful.
You watched your tits and fresh curls bounce around your shoulders more as Connie fucked you back, pistoning his hips up like a jackhammer.
"Sì, sì, sì!" he panted, each word leaving his lips like a mantra as he got closer to his orgasm, his cock swelling and throbbing inside of you. You could feel yourself getting close again, that knot in your core about to snap. "M'gonna cum soon, Con," you whimpered.
"Cum for me then, baby!" Connie moaned, moving a hand between you to rub your clit, desperate to get you there. "Don't hold back."
But you did. There was only one thing that could help you get there. "I wanna cum with you," you begged. "Please cum with me, baby. Fill me up...please?" Then you tossed your ass back in a way that massaged his balls, making his toes curl and his mouth open on a moan.
"Aww, my baby can only cum if her man cums with her," he cooed. "So fuckin' adorable...so fuckin' mine!"
Together, you fucked the shit out of each other, meeting each other's thrusts. When you slammed yourself down, Connie thrusted up, giving you deep dicking from below, your moans, gasps, and whines collaborating and mashing together to fill the bedroom smelling of mingled body spray and sex.
"You're too beautiful," he groaned. "Ay coño, I can't fuckin' stand it, babe! You're gonna m-make me—"
"Cum with me!" you whined. "Please, Connie, cum inside me! Gimme another baby! Please!"
And then, finally, something magical happened. With a moan of his name on your lips and a swear in Spanish on his, you and your husband came at the same time. Pleasure exploded through the both of you, shared between you, bonding you to one another for that one moment as you reached your pinical together.
You felt Connie blow a very fat, wet, creamy load inside of your pussy, shooting up your club until your eyes fluttered and rolled back while you came, creaming all over his cock. He fucked you through your orgasm as you collapsed against him, totally exhausted.
"Sh-sh-shit!" he hissed out, hugging you tight against him. He stammered and shook as he continued to cum, pushing his spunk deep into your pussy even as it dripped down your thighs and over your ass crack. "C'mere," he hissed before his lips were fiercely on yours.
You kissed, moaning into each other's mouths until finally, exhaustion took over and the high faded. You both began to softly laugh as Connie rolled you both over onto your sides so you were facing each other. He smiled at you, skin to skin, body to body. "You okay, mama?" he purred. "Was I too rough?"
You smiled as he sweetly caressed your cheek, pushing stray curls out of your face. "No," you giggled. "You were perfect."
"So were you," he murmured, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. And look! Not a stain on that pretty dress!" You laughed as you examined your dress and sure enough, there was nothing. Not even cum! "You feel better now?" he cooed.
You dragged yourself over to him, pressing yourself into his chest, needing to feel him against you. "Yes. Thank you, hubby. I'm sorry I was being so stupid."
Connie tutted, muttering, "Nonsense. Never that. And you're welcome, wifey. It's always a pleasure to show you how precious you are." His hand trailed down to caress your stomach, loving and adoring. "You and this little bun in the oven...maybe two buns now."
You nearly burst with happiness at the thought of starting a family with Connie. One full of love and no judgment. Nothing but happiness. You tilted your face up to kiss him, slow and passionate. "I love you, Connie."
Connie smiled against your lips, holding you close. "I love you too, baby. No matter what shape or size. You're beautiful no matter what form."
BEEP-BEEP!
"Shit, that's our ride!" he announced, instantly popping up to get dressed. "Let me get dressed so we can leave." Quickly, because time was of the essence though all you wanted to do was lay with your husband in the after-sex glow, you began to get ready too. "Okay! Let me just get some new panties."
Connie shook his head as he yanked on some new briefs and pants, fastening them. "Nah, leave those off. I'm gonna need easy access later." He smirked at you as you scowled at him, pretending to be disgusted by his perviness.
SMACK! You squeaked when he smacked your naked ass beneath your dress, already setting up a possible second round at the club. "Now let's get you in that club so I can make all the other dudes jealous that I knocked up such a baddie."
You smiled at him, your wedding ring glistening around your finger as you stared at yourself in the mirror, accepting and loving. "Yes, Papì."
𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬◞﹒୧. Onyankopon was a bit foolish to introduce his cute autistic sister—you—to Connie. You were a literal princess who deserved all his care. The most beautiful girl ever in his eyes, and he had no shame breaking Ony's rules to make you his girlfriend. Ony thought he had managed to protect you from his criminal friend, but for years Connie had been secretly coming at night to make love to you. Like tonight.
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬◞﹒୧ . 2.5k words, black!fem!reader, plus!size!reader, hyperfeminine nonverbal autistic reader, sign langage, hispanic!connie, plug!connie, fluffy smutty fic, established relationship, forbidden love, stoner!connie, tattooed!connie, pierced!connie, affectionate!connie, check ins, sensory seeking needs, hyposensitivity, ‘mami, baby, princesa’ pet names, feet kissing/toes sucking, fingering, cunnilingus, choking, vaginal penetration, missionary with legs on shoulders, kisses.
𝐤𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬◞﹒୧ . first mini connie fic, i wanted something cute!!!! i have a longer one in my wips, hehe… hope you will like this <3
The sounds of the game Detroit Become Human lulled Connie into a high. Even Eren's grunts when he made a choice that would negatively impact the story were like a sweet melody accompanying him as he floated, staring at the ceiling with glazed over eyes. Everything was perfect; he was so relaxed he wasn't thinking about the addicted clients he'd have to serve tomorrow, or how hard Ony would beat him if he knew how he was going to make his sister cum tonight.
He glanced down the stairs, alerted by your footsteps, as if you were divinely connected. His eyes followed you down with your tablet, wearing a pale pink leggings and vest set from I AM GIA. No one in your family knew, but Connie had bought it, and he felt hot just thinking you were wearing it on purpose because he was there. You looked like a pilates princess, and your vanilla scent filled the room as you approached your brother's group of friends, making Connie intoxicated, as always.
Everyone greeted you except Connie, who must play it cool as if his dick wasn't making regular in-and-out motions inside you at least four times a week. As if his heart wasn't beating, his body wasn't breathing for your beautiful, sparkling brown eyes.
You glanced at Connie, smiling shyly as if he were a stranger and not your boyfriend of several years. It was a shame your overprotective brother was in the room; you would have loved to get down on your knees to kiss the tattoos on his stomach and take his pierced dick in your mouth, turned on by his dark streetwear outfit, contrasting with your pink one. He looked like a bad boy, but the only bad guy here was Eren; Connie was a loverboy. He returned your small smile by discreetly patting the spot next to him. You sat down next to him, pleased because you thought he was looking at the drawings you were making on your tablet, but the truth was that Connie was staring at your thick thighs, which had tripled in size in your seated position. He remembered what it felt like to have them trembling around his head and adjusted his sweatpants so his erection wouldn't be noticeable. He took out his phone. You had to know.
“I want to be inside you.”
Concentrated in your digital art and oblivious to the tension, your stylus stopped drawing, your eyes rereading the message in confusion.
‘In a food, stabbing, or sexual way?’ You sent.
Connie giggled softly when he received the notification. You and your autistic brain that takes everything literally. Dirty talk was a pain in the ass with you.
“All three. Your beauty stabs me, I want to eat you up to have you inside me, and I want to fuck you.”
“That’s something Chikage from Hakuouki would have said.”
“Who is this nobody from another otome?”
“Speak of my husband with respect.”
“Your real future husband is right here, princesa,” he whispered in your ear. You shivered at the sensual intonation of his voice, as close as you were, your body overheating at the thought of tonight. You checked that no one was looking in your direction so you could sign “I hope so, but you know it’s not possible.”
Connie didn’t lose his sweet expression, still a playful glint in his eyes. He placed his hand on your thigh to grasp the soft flesh. “Ony will have to kill me with his own hands to prevent our future together. Even my spirit will haunt him. He can’t do anything to me.”
You quickly brushed his hand away, heat rising to your neck and burning your cheeks.
Your relationship consisted of three things: acting like goofy fools together, him playing the hero of forbidden romances, and him making love to you passionately and tenderly.
Being with Connie was like living a real rom-com, even though he was a drug dealer.
You were writing a new message. “I’m going to leave you, you make my head boil.”
He laughed softly. “Since when does my girl understand metaphors like that?”
You playfully punched him and signed “I’m not a walking autistic cliché.”
“Yes, you are. Look at what you sent me a few minutes ago.”
You ignored him and went back up to your room and once at the top of the stairs you gave him the finger and he just gave you his stupid smile with his red eyes because of the weed.
──────── 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭,
Connie walked into your room, immediately ripping off his hoodie and t-shirt and throwing them on the floor, revealing his fully tattooed chest and abdomen. Filled with designs you'd done, like the rose that started its stem on his hip and whose petals touched his ribs, the soft style of the tattoo contrasted with the harsh lines of the ink. But Connie loved it. It was like having you and him inside him, on him, for him.
'Heaven or Las Vegas' by Cocteau Twins played softly in your room as you sat at your vanity. The dream pop song made Connie, who was stoned out, drift even further into the psychedelic atmosphere. You detangled your hair with hair milk, separating it into four twists—two in the front on each side, two in the back—so it would be easier to manage tomorrow when you went to get your hair braided by your favorite braider, who didn't charge an entire month's salary for long knotless braids. Connie admired the goddess who was his girlfriend for a long time, licking his lips as he noticed you were wearing that Savage X Fenty pale rose nightgown, which was sheer, with a ribbon bow at the center of your chest.
“Mami, I missed you,” he whispered, wrapping his arms around your neck and burying his face in your scalp, inhaling the scent of rosemary mint from your Mielle hair oil, castor oil, and shea butter from your Skala leave-in conditioner. He bought that one for you after seeing a TikTok about a Brazilian influencer with the same curl pattern as you recommending it.
With your hands manicured in a French manicure, you used sign language to communicate “We saw each other earlier,” with a roll of your eyes.
“I know, but I’m obsessed with my princess.” He kissed the back of your neck, his cuban accent adding charisma to his voice.
His desire, love, and passion for you, dripping from his voice, made you feel all giddy and fuzzy in your stomach. You smiled shyly at him in the mirror of your heart-shaped vanity.
“Don’t smile like that,” he said softly, almost desperately, his red eyes and dilated pupils even more affected by your little smile. “You’re so gorgeous in this.” He played with the thin straps of your nightgown. “But I’m sure you’re even prettier without them, aren’t you, baby?”
Shyly, you ignored his compliment and finished styling your hair before protecting it with your satin bonnet, the same color as your wardrobe, before getting up to hug Connie. Thinking he wanted to make love now, you led him toward the bed, but Connie spun you around.
Chuckling, you understood he wanted to dance and followed him, as the dream pop song stopped to make way for “Punch Drunk” by Sade. A wordless jazz track, purely instrumental, that made you feel like you were in an old jazz bar with your secret forbidden lover.
His hand on the small of your back, Connie made you dance, roaming around your room, laughing when you bumped into furniture because the space was small, kissing you when the saxophone was more intense than ever. He took advantage of the kisses to move his hands up and caress the voluptuous curves of your chubby body. Your fat ass, which he gripped even though you tried to push him away, the pudginess of your belly that he loved to feel under his fingers, and your ample breasts that rose and fell rapidly before him because of your barely concealed desire.
“Use your voice, what do you want?” he teased, knowing damn well you had nonverbal autism.
You glared at him and tried to push him away, but he threw you onto the bed.
“Aww, I’m such a bad boyfriend, I have to make amends for my crimes.”
He removed the rest of his clothes, keeping his black boxer briefs on for now. He stayed on his knees on the bed as you lay there, resting on your elbows.
You nodded at what he said and lifted your legs to place your French-manicured foot on the center of his collarbones. Connie smirked, knowing what you wanted.
He took your foot in his hands and kissed it all over, from heel to toe, appreciating the softness of your skin as you had just come from the shower where you had exfoliated. He wrapped his tongue around your toes, then sucked on them, his gray eyes fixed on you, a fire igniting from your core and spreading through your body.
You wanted this, you needed this. You gave him your other foot where he did the same, little shivers running through you at the movements of his tongue on your skin. Your breathing quickened as his lips moved up your leg, venturing under your nightgown. You couldn't see Connie because of your chubby belly, so you lay fully on your back, staring up at the ceiling. Not being able to speak or see him should have made your sex life difficult, but it was quite the opposite. Connie regularly checked for your consent and comfort; your nonverbal communication wasn't an issue. You tugged at his hair to let him know you liked what his tongue was doing, and you patted his shoulders to tell him to pause because the wave of overstimulation was near. As for the details—how fast or slow to use his tongue, which spot to lick—Connie paid close attention to your breathing and the way your thighs clenched around his head to gauge whether he was doing a good job.
“I’m gonna keep this on you,” he breathed, liking the lacy pink panties you were wearing. He pushed it to the side, his warm breath on your cunt, in need for attention.
The music switched to “Iceblink Punk” by Cocteau Twins, and the combination of the psychedelic sound and Connie’s tongue plunging into you was surreal. You felt like you were floating high in the sky.
Connie was truly gentle, slow, and calm when he was eating you out. Eating pussy was an art, and he was the Mozart and Shakespeare of the field. He took his time pleasuring you, smiling because even when you couldn’t speak; you didn’t fake your panting. The warm metal ball of his piercing kept rolling around your throbbing bud, just to feel your legs tremble, but his tongue explored every corner, collecting your arousal in his mouth. He was even disappointed you'd just showered, because it lacked flavor. He was a perverted loverboy like that, yeah.
Lapping through wet folds, he groaned every time he felt the pulse of your pussy in his mouth. His hands gripped your thick hips, making them grind against his face, to guide you, to show you it was okay to do that, because your autism sometimes made you a motionless robot during sex.
“You’re okay, baby?” he asked softly, reassured when you stroked his scalp to say yes.
After a comfortable rhythm of hip movements settled in, he removed his hands and sank his fingers inside you, all the while sucking your clit. A searing, burning sensation in your lower abdomen, almost setting your whole being ablaze, as you pulled at his short hair that had grown since his buzzcut to indicate to him that the combination was perfect.
When you reached your peak, there were no dramatic expressions or noises, just Connie nearly choking as you pushed your pelvic floor into his head and painfully squeezed your thighs around him.
“Still in a hyposensitivity mode?” he whispered, as he managed to pull away from your grip.
You nodded, catching your breath. Connie was always attentive to your autistic sensory needs, especially when you were in a sensory-seeking mode, or a mode where your sensitivity was low and you needed a lot of stimulation, like now.
He removed his underwear, nudging your entrance with his pierced tip as he laid down on you, putting all his weight on you. You were crushed by him, but it was perfect. To further satisfy your sensory needs, he wrapped his hand around your neck, squeezing comfortably. It was the perfect combination of pressure for you.
“No tits touching?”
You shook your head. Sometimes, you needed a lot of stimulation while simultaneously hating stimulation somewhere.
He leaned down to kiss your neck. “Okay, mami. Gonna take of you, now. Do you feel my piercing?”
He slid his pierced dick through the folds, still not entering for the moment. Your hands caressed his back, digging your nails into it to communicate that yes, you feel it, and you like it. He groaned, placing more passionate open-mouthed kisses on your skin. He pushed his hips, your warmth welcoming him like a king. He smiled against your skin hearing your usual gasp when his full size was inside you.
“Can’t handle these inches, huh?” he teased, sucking your earlobe. “You’re gonna take this dick anyway. Too bad for you, princesa.”
He leaned back to see your eyes widening every time he penetrated you. He moved his hips backward to let you breathe and pushed back in.
“Why is she wetter than usual?”
He looked at your slick cock, which covered his face with awe.
You pointed at his red eyes. His smile widened.
“Are you turned on by my stoner self? You’re so cute.” He kissed you, his tongue entwined with yours. You breathed softly into the kiss, overwhelmed by him, his dick, his affection.
He slipped his hands under your bent knees and placed them on his shoulders. The position you were in made it impossible for him to hide your belly rolls under your sheer nightgown. He looked terrifying with his low groan and his eyes dilated by weed and your beauty, staring at your curves as if he wanted to devour you whole. He wrapped his hand around your neck again, to your great pleasure. He increased the speed of his thrusts, panting above you, obsessed with the sight of your eyes rolling back when he touched a sensitive spot inside you.
A fever rose in your belly; you were embarrassed to come so quickly again, but every movement of Connie's was precise and deep, so he chuckled when he felt your legs clench his head once more.
He kissed your forehead.
“My baby is needy tonight.”
You nodded, cuddling him, pleading with your eyes to go even faster and harder.
He gladly spent the whole night taking care of you like he always does. Because that’s the thing about Connie: when his princess wants something, he’s going to give it to her. Even if his best friend, your brother, would kill him if he knew.
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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.
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“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.”
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.
