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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!
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.
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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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.
