some soft conrad fisher x fem reader smut pretty please !! maybe a LITTLE breast sucking…
lazy days & loving touches - conrad fisher x fem!reader
wc: 1219
summary: you and conrad go to cousins for a long weekend and get busy...
warnings: smut mdni, piv, unprotected sex (wrap it b4 u tap it guys!!), breast/nipple play, kissing, oral (fem receiving)
me: hi honey thank u sm for the request!! was struck with inspo as soon as u sent it!! i'm still v unsure in writing smut so dont be afraid to give feedback!
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Soft sighs filled the room, both of you melded together into one being. You were in Conrad’s bedroom in the Cousins house, the two of you stealing a long weekend together by the beach.
You loved the beach house, though you hadn’t grown up there like the Fishers or Conklins had. You’d only been recently introduced to it since becoming Conrad’s girlfriend, but it was the kind of place where you could imagine being happy for the rest of your life.
Certainly, at least, you were currently existing in perfect contentedness.
Conrad’s lips were plush and soft against your own, tasting slightly of the vanilla bean lip balm you’d recently given him. His tongue slipped into your own mouth, smiling at your breathy moan.
One of his hands snaked beneath your waist, gripping you tight as he lay on top of you. The weight was comforting, warm like your favourite blanket. His other hand rested on your neck, thumb brushing the skin of your cheek.
Your arms wrapped around his neck, fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck. Both your legs intertwined under the light cotton sheets, perfect for the lazy summer day.
Conrad shifted his kisses down to your neck, sucking and licking as you giggled.
“Connie,” You moaned, “Feels so good.”
He chuckled against your skin, moving down lower.
“Yeah?” He asked with a teasing lilt. Conrad licked around the curve of the breast exposed above the hem of your tank top before sucking hard. You subconsciously pushed your chest up into him, jerking as he bit into the fat of your breasts. You whined his name, pulling on his hair.
You’d never been more grateful to go braless than when Conrad travelled further down, teeth grazing your nipple through the thin cotton fabric.
Seeing your pleasure, he carried on, free-hand bunching your top up so he could stare down upon your boobs.
“So fucking pretty,” He mumbled before diving back in, mouth sucking on one pink nipple as his hand moved to torture the other. You were already a mess, and you’d barely started.
You took the initiative to remove your shirt, flinging it across the room. Conrad’s guitar made a discordant echo as the fabric landed on the neck. Neither of you paid it any attention, Conrad practically devouring your breasts as you pawed at his shirt, silently begging him to take it off.
You propped yourself up on your elbows as Conrad pulled away for a moment, struggling almost comedically to get his shirt off in his desperation. Maybe Conrad wasn’t as built as his younger brother, but that couldn’t have concerned you less. You thought he was perfect, and gave him your best bedroom eyes to convey it.
Conrad watched you, staring up at him with lidded eyes under thick lashes. The corners of his lips twitched in an almost smile before he dove back into you, stealing a passionate kiss from your lips as his hands wandered down to the waistband of your white linen trousers, fiddling with the button.
You helped him shimmy the trousers and your panties down your legs, landing in a pile on Conrad’s floor.
Conrad kept his eyes on you as his fingers crept closer to where you needed them most, your breathing shallow as he teased. When his nimble fingers finally made contact with your clit you yelped, hips bucking up to create more friction.
“Calm down, baby. I’m not gonna let you go unsatisfied,” He teased you, floppy hair falling in front of his face as he lowered himself down to be level with your crotch.
Conrad only managed one polite lick before he was devouring you, mouthing at your pussy like it was the last time he’d ever eat. All you could do was sigh and moan and writhe under his attention.
“Oh, Connie, you treat me so well,” You babbled, hands fisting the sheets in an attempt to ground yourself.
If you thought Conrad’s mouth was heavenly, it was nothing compared to when he slid one long digit inside you, stretching you out.
“Need you, Con,” You mumbled, trying to wriggle out of his grip. He was reluctant to let you go, enjoying giving as much as you were enjoying getting.
“Need me how, angel?” He emerged, chin glistening with your juice.
“Wanna ride you.” Conrad’s face broke out into a grin, the pretty kind you loved being the cause of.
“Yeah?” He asked, sounding almost disbelieving. You nodded, producing an affirmative hum.
Conrad sprang into action, climbing up the bed to sit against his headboard, shimmying out of his shorts and boxers. He held out his hand, and you spat in it, watching in fascination as he jerked himself off with a few languid strokes.
You climbed on top of him, legs straddling his own brilliant thighs. There was a moment of quiet as you lined Conrad up with your entrance. You both moaned as you sank down on his length, holding each other like you were the only ones left on earth.
You smashed your lips against his, hands wandering over his body as you began to lift and sink on Conrad’s erection, the friction sending shudders up through your body.
Conrad’s eyes were glued to your breasts, staring as they bounced up and down in time with your movements. Without warning, he attached himself to you again, teeth catching your nipple.
He sucked, hard, his other hand drifting up your body so that both buds were stimulated, breathy sighs escaping without your consent.
“So handsome,” You admired him, eyes barely open as you focused on keeping a steady rhythm. “You’re so good to me, Con. I love you, I love you so much.” You blabbered, pressure building where the two of you joined.
“My girl,” He mumbled in response, face in the crook of your neck so his breath tickled your skin. “Making me feel so good. I love you.”
You traded whispered declarations of love and admiration as Conrad began thrusting up into you, both on the very edge of falling apart.
“Come on, beautiful. Come for me.” Conrad’s words, the earnestness and devotion, sent you over the edge, shaking until you slumped into your boyfriend’s chest.
Your erotic show was too much for Conrad to handle, and he followed soon after you, holding you tight to him as you felt him twitch and spill inside you.
When you were both finished, Conrad manoeuvred you into a lying position, still inside you. You lay intertwined, syncing your breaths until you felt like a singular being.
“Thank you,” You mumbled, hand threading through his hair.
“For what?” Conrad huffed a quiet laugh, “You did all the work.”
“For loving me. I’ve never felt the way I feel with you, Conrad.”
Conrad didn’t reply, just kissing your temple and pulling your head closer to his chest.
You both fell asleep in the golden light of the afternoon, sheets strewn haphazardly around your legs. You hoped this was what the rest of your summers would feel like: post sex glow, sinking sun, and Conrad Fisher growing older with you and never letting you go.
WARNINGS: smut… unprotected but wrap it before you tap it!
this is just a continuation from my other story EVEN WHEN YOUR MAD, YOU’RE STILL MINE I will take tips it is my first time writing it (is this the time where I remove the “I don’t write smut” from my rules)
The last thing you heard before he sat you on the bathroom sink was the door lock clicking into place — and the sound of his voice, low and wrecked:
“Let me make it worse before I make it better.”
Your hands were already pulling at the hem of his shirt with shaky fingers, barely hiding your anger. You were still mad. But the second his lips were on yours again, none of that seemed to matter — not when he kissed you like this.
Conrad’s hands were at your hips, his eyes dragging over you like he was trying to memorize every inch of what he’d nearly lost.
You tugged at his shirt as a sign to take it off. His shirt hit the floor. Yours landed on the sink. He popped the button on your jean shorts with one hand, the other already sliding up your back to unhook your bra like muscle memory.
“I hate that you think you can just disappear,” you said between kisses, breathless, “and still get to touch me like this.”
“I hate that I can’t stop thinking about you,” he shot back, voice low, lips brushing your jaw. “Even when you’re pissed. Even when you’re walking away from me. I still fucking want you.”
You barely registered your jeans hitting the floor before he lifted you back onto the bathroom counter, standing between your legs. His hands gripped your thighs, fingers digging into your skin just hard enough to not quite hurt.
He kissed down your neck, over your collarbone, teeth grazing where your pulse beat fastest. You threw your head back, giving him more access.
“You think that guy back there could’ve touched you like this?” he muttered into your skin. “Looked at you the way I do?”
You reached between you, undid his belt fast, and pushed his jeans down just enough. He hissed when your hand wrapped around him — firm, slow, teasing — just to punish him.
His voice came out rough. “Don’t fucking play with me right now.”
“Then stop standing there and do something about it.”
He hooked his fingers in your panties, pulled them down, and let them fall to the floor.
“Wait—you’re on the pill, right?” he asked, voice low but breathless.
“Yes, I am,” you replied, impatient, already aching for more.
His hand slid through your folds — slow at first, then purposeful once he felt how wet you already were for him. He didn’t break eye contact, not even for a second
“For someone who’s mad,” he said, “you sure are ready for me.”
“Shut up and fuck me, Fisher.”
You barely got the last word out before he lined himself up and pushed into you — slow at first, giving you the stretch you’d been aching for all damn week. You gasped, nails digging into his shoulders.
His pace turned fast and deep. Each thrust was a punishment. His hands gripped your hips like he was scared you’d disappear again — even now.
The sounds echoing in the bathroom were obscene — your gasps, his groans, skin on skin, the slap of his hips hitting yours.
“You drive me insane,” he muttered against your neck, biting down just hard enough to make your thighs tighten around his waist. “Fuck, I’ve missed you,” he groaned.
You pulled his face back up to yours and kissed him hard — teeth knocking, lips swollen — but neither of you cared. This wasn’t sweet. It was needy. Raw. Full of everything neither of you had the words for.
His hand slid between you, thumb circling your clit as he whispered, “Come for me, baby. I want to feel you lose it on me.”
Your head fell back as you clenched around him, crying out his name, vision going white around the edges. He cursed under his breath — once, twice — before spilling into you with a guttural moan, hips stuttering against yours.
Your fingers slipped into his hair, tugging just enough to keep him grounded. He rested his forehead on your shoulder, still inside you, still pulsing with every twitch of your body.
Neither of you said a word.
Because nothing was fixed.
You were still mad.
Still broken in places.
But for now, the silence said everything.
I hate it. Sorry if I let you down if you were super excited to read this smut. No but on a real note I will take any tips if you have some!
and @finnickodairslut for encouraging me to write it I’ll never forget them, their stories encouraged me to start writing in general when I first got on tumblr and they was my first follower which was even crazier to me! 💙💙
| synopsis : Conrad spotted the hot, always wearing pink, sexy neighbor of his when he was fixing the roof. Just sitting innocently on her pink plushy couch filled with pillows. Wonder what goes down when he decided to knock on her door...
| warning : 18+ !!, NOT PROOF READ YET!! profanity, p in v, fingering, chocking, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!!), face fucking, face in pillows, name calling (eg. brat, good girl, slut)
| author notes : Thank you for all the massive support from my recent work!! I hope you enjoy this very slutty and smutty work😛 please support your writers by reblog or commenting !!
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The moment Conrad saw a glimpse of you from his roof top, he knew he was fucked. He could not keep his eyes on you, sitting prettily on your soft, pink and cozy couch, surrounded by large fluffy pillows that made you look so innocent, the hot sun shining inside your house and onto your smooth and plump thighs. His task of fixing the roof has completely slipped out of his mind. And he knew he had to do you instead.
You on the other hand got a hella good view of Conrad Fisher - shirtless, sweat dripping down his chest and onto his shoulder down to his abs, his jeans gripping onto his muscular thighs and those worn out timberlands. The magical sight already leaving a small damp of arousal on your underwear. Ignoring it will only make it worse. You need Conrad Fisher bad. And you need it now.
Maybe the universe was on both of your side today, because not even 5 minutes later you hear a loud knock coming from your front door. Confused with who it might be, you carefully open your door, revealing the one and only Conrad Fisher, completely drenched in sweat and shirtless. This has to be some sort of fantasy you gotten yourself in. "Oh Conrad hey!" You greeted him cheerfully as if you don't just want him to touch you with his rough hands at the moment. "Hey y/n mind letting me in? My fridge broke and I want some cold water.." He said with a honey sweet smile that can make any girl fall in love. You nodded and let him in. Conrad's eye went straight from your eyes to your ass, softly jiggling as you walked to the kitchen to grab him a bottle of water. He leans against the counter of your kitchen waiting patiently for the perfect moment to make a move.
"Here's your water kind sir." You smile as you hand him the bottle of water, brushing his hand among the way. "Thanks y/n.." he smile at you before downing the bottle , droplets of water slightly dropping from the corner of his mouth to his body, causing you to cross your legs. Conrad caught your small movement and knows his tactics are working. "I saw that by the way.." He teased as he got closer to you. Catching a glimpse of your harden nipple that is on full display, the only thing covering it being your white shirt that is doing absolutely nothing. "Do what.." you smile innocently as you closed the gap between the both of you.
"Crossing your legs whilst you watch the water dripping down onto me, I know what you want sweetheart." He wasn't afraid to state what he wants as he quickly grab your face, smashing his lips onto yours. Your arms automatically wrap around his neck, hands pulling his hair as he groans from the intense pleasure. His dick slowly stiffen up as you slowly grind on it. "God..mmh..sofa now." you moan into the kiss as he quickly pick you up with one hand as you continue to make out with him.
He placed you onto the sofa softly before his hand slowly reach down for your thong, sliding it off to get better access of your pussy. He groans at the sight in front him, you look vulnerable but pussy leaking just for him. "You are making me go insane.." he groans as he doesn't waste another second before positioning his head inbetween your thighs. The wetness of his tongue glide between your walls is like gates to heaven, he knows how to pleasure a girl, and the girl was you. Your back arching as you grip his hair, pulling him closer as you grind on his face. "Oh fuck Conrad...", "mmh.. mom louder for me baby.." he mumbled. Your movie was long forgotten as the living room was now filled with just the wetness of your pussy and your loud high-pitched moans. "Need you more.. in me.. oh my gosh..." even the amount of times being eaten out by a guy, Conrad Fisher was the only one able to make you feel this type of sensation by just being eaten out. "Such a good girl taste so good..." he knows he isn't going to stop anytime soon but his dick is so hard it hurts. "God need to be inside of you right now.. but you taste so fucking good."
You want him to feel good too, nothing wrong for a girl who wants to make her man feel nice sometimes right? Before Conrad could even think properly, you push him off and start unbuckling his belt, he took the hint and started helping you whilst staring at your doll like eyes as you take your shirt off. "Desperate for dick now are we...", "just for you..." you moan at the sight before you, his large, thick, angry tip, leaking pre-cum was calling for your name, he like how innocent you look as his massive dick accidentally touching your harden nipple as you give a little hand job..
"Such a slut baby.. bend over for me..." he didn't even let you process what you said before shoving your face into the soft pillows, slowly and teasingly play with your pussy with his leaking tip before slowly inserting his full length into you. Both moaning at the feeling of warmth and fullness. "God my dick was made for you.." your pussy squeezed around his length as he slowly move back and forth, wincing from the tightness of it. "Conrad faster..", "asking to go faster now baby?", "oh I need you please" Conrad didn't waste any time before pushing your head down more into the pillows, increasing the speed as he pump in and out of you.
The mix of the smell of sweat, pornographic moans from the both of you and body clapping together really made you wonder if your neighbors further down could hear your dirty behaviors. "Such a good girl for me, wish everyone could hear your slut moans.." Conrad was a mess, groaning as toyed with your clit, causing a wash of emotions hitting you. "Oh fuck yes Conrad!" You have completely lost all control in this situation, orgasm getting closer and closer each second as you drool onto the pillows. You begin to tumble underneath Conrad's touch. "Conrad.. ugh.. I'm clo-close..", "same baby I'm about to cum too just hold on.." Conrad continues to move faster than before, gathering your wetness and his cum around the base of his dick as a lube, toying your poor swollen pussy to help you reach your orgasm quickly. His moves is becoming sloppy as he pushes you into the soft pillows, chocking you slightly from the back, signaling to you have he was close.
Before you know it, he breed your pussy filling it up with his warm cum as you arrive at the same time as him, squeezing around him as you are now breathless. He smirks as he pull his dick out, smiling at his work beneath him, his cum leaning out of your swollen pussy, mascara ruined and your plump lips that is going to wrapped around his fat cock in a few hours... "Round 2 please..?" You asked politely as you look at him seductively. "Oh you know it baby.." he reply, quickly shoving his dick back into your ruined pussy before any of his cum could reach the sofa. Your body jointing at the suddenly pleasure. "Fuck.. Go hard on me Conrad.."
"Than don't expect to be able to walk tomorrow love..."
a/n : I want Conrad fisher to be in me and on me x
“Hey, please can you write a Conrad x reader smut where she's obsessed with his hands??”
Your wish is my command anon!
Warning: this story contains SMUTTTT 18+ ONLY, Minors DNI. This includes: choking, edging, fingering etc.
POV: Your boyfriend is no less than a loving sweet beautiful man, but his hands are anything but innocent.
The love of your life, childhood crush and amazing friend. Conrad, he’s nothing but perfect. Standing at a very handsome 6’3” clad with beautiful blue eyes, brown hair and an amazing smile. You love to stare at him. You are sat on the couch of your shared apartment with him doing a word search while he is reading, your legs intertwined. You decide to take a breather and place your word search down to take a sip of your coffee peering over your glasses at the view of Conrad, focused. He finishes reading the page he was on and turns the page from the top of the book, you watch his hands. Conrad’s features are everything but his hands… oh you fantasise about them all of the time. You take a deep breath from your enthralled state to get back to your word search. Conrad peers over his book and catches your stare lingering.
“Yes ma’am?” He says a smirk splayed across his face.
“Nothing” you say as you shift your legs to reset. You were definitely getting flustered. Conrad snickers and continues to look at you as you attempt to hide yourself from his stare. Conrad’s eyes don’t waiver. You pretend to lock in and peer over you word search again. Conrad’s eyebrow raises up as he says “like what you see?”. You smirk back at him and nod yes. He closes his book and sets it down on the table. You watch his hands the whole time and he looks back at you.
“What is it that you like, baby?”
He takes the pencil and the word search out of your hands and sets them on the table. You breathe deeply as he places his hand on your knee. Your eyes flicker at the sight and your chest heaves at the thought of his hands touching you.
You say “It’s your hands” Conrad chuckles and rubs his hand down your bent leg. “what is it about my hands, y/n” he says.
“They’re, big.. and s-strong” you stutter.
“Mmhmm..” Conrad urges you to continue.
“And.. I like how your veins pop when you use them…” you say shyly.
“And what do you like me to use them for” Conrad flirts back.
“When you’re writing or reading, working on stuff..” you start.
“And what else” Conrad says lowly, his eyes darkening as he watches you shift under his gaze.
“When you touch me, I feel like your fingers have electricity in them.” You say looking at him.
Conrad lays you back on the couch and places his hips between your thighs. His hands hovering up to move the piece of hair from your face. His beautiful blue-green eyes meet yours and your breath shortens.
“Tell me more” he whispers, vision locked in on yours while his finger slowly grazes your cheek. Your cheek flushes and your eyes flutter.
“I love how rough your hands feel.” You say eyes closed and breathing heavy. He continues to run his finger along the side of your neck to grace the necklace laying between your collarbone.
“Mm.” He mumbles, taking in the way your body is reacting to his touch. He opens his hand and begins again. Making his way to your breast. His whole hand cups your right breast and your back arches off the couch.
“You’re so perfect.” He says as you look at him and his eyes darken. He looks like he is ready to demolish you. And boy are you ready for him. Conrad goes to the bottom of your shirt and pulls it off of you. You take your bra off and expose yourself to him. You watch him intently as he places his hands on your hips and pushes you into him.
“You feel that baby, you make me so hard for you.” He says as you moan at the action. He leans down to kiss you as he grinds himself into you. He unbuttons your pants while the two of you are making out. Conrad growls in between breaths like he can’t get enough of you.
His hand flows down into the front of your pants and panties. His middle and index finger find your clit and you gasp as your back arches off the couch again. Conrad watching your every move below him. He rubs in circles as you continuously moan beneath him. He continues, you croon underneath him almost at your peak and he suddenly stop. He pulls his hand from you and he looks you in your eyes as soon as you open them. His two fingers enter his mouth and you watch him lap your juices from his fingers.
“You taste amazing baby, and I want to take my time with you but I can’t. I need you so bad.” He says to you. You nod at him as he leans up to pull your pants and panties off. Your legs part to display yourself to him, and you watch him intently as he undoes his belt, and his nicely fitted khakis. He pulls them down just enough to release himself. He’s now hurried to get back to you. He meets your face yet again with his and begins to kiss you slowly. He guides himself into you. The two of you moan into each others mouths with the new feeling. He thrusts into you slowly as he kisses you deeper and deeper.
“Shhh baby, we can’t be too loud with the neighbours” he whispers as he continues thrusting into you. You gasp over and over trying not to moan too loud, Conrad fucking the breath out of you and drinking your gasps. You let out a moan too loud and Conrad places a hand over your mouth as he picks up his pace. He’s on track to cum with you. He groans low grunts watching you contort as he bucks into you.
“Yeah baby, come on. I love the way you feel around me. Be as loud as you want, moan in my hands baby” he says almost rushed as he’s trying to get you to your peak. A tear rolls down the side of your face, a clear sign to Conrad that you’ve reached your peak. Conrad takes his hand off of your mouth and places his hand lightly around your throat.
“Come on baby, come with me.” He says urging you further into your orgasm. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and Conrad places pressure on either side of your throat with his hand. Your back arches into him and he places his other hand at the small of your back. He groans above you as you both reach your peak. He lets go of your throat and leans down to kiss you as his ropes of cum release into you. His thrusts slow down and he rides you through the remainder of your release as he places his head in the crook of your neck. As you finish, he kisses back up your neck and turns your face toward his to kiss you again. This time not as urgent or needing, but lovingly.
He pulls out of you as you finish your kissing, and his once dark green eyes are back to their normal bright blue-green and he smiles at you. You return your smile to the love of your life and snicker.
“You are soooo nasty” he says to you teasingly.
“Me? This was allll you! I just went with it. It was hot though.” You say back to him as you shift over to cuddle with him on your couch.
The end.
Sorry this took so long, I’ve had a rough week 😅 hope you liked it Anon! And please submit more or leave feedback! I’d love to hear!
Trigger warnings: mentions of cheating, oral (female receiving), handjobs (both receiving), a pinch of angst i guess
Summary: you find out Conrad's still in love with Belly.
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A/N: got on the Conrad train. This fic literally got out of me in like 3h one night while there was a party in my dorm, crazy work if you ask me. I dont know how i managed to write it. No beta read we die like men. I felt like sharing, so sorry for the random phrases. Here comes a splurge of random thoughts, hope you enjoy it.
Special mention to all my Conrad writers, y'all are champs and I love reading your works, here is my part in the community you created during this season's airing.
Happy reading! Looking forward to your opinions!
You met Conrad Fisher at the movies.
You were crying your eyes out, behind your 3D glasses that were getting foggy with every scene that passed before your eyes from the movie, when a hand with a tissue in it appeared before you.
You turned towards the owner and in the dark could only identify the person as a boy and couldn't see his features clearly in the dim light. You saw his small smile though, his whole body gave this feeling of being amused by your reaction.
You thanked him for the tissue and tried to pat your mascara, that was running down, off your face.
Why did you wear mascara?
You knew that this movie was going to bring out your emotions. That's what they did with superhero movies nowadays. They hit you in all the right places.
The movie finished and as the cinema emptied as the credits rolled in, you were still seated, eagerly waiting for the mid and post credits scene. Like a true nerd that you have always been.
Your companion stayed too.
A point for him, he knew his movies too. You smiled to yourself for a second.
The movie theatre was empty. Only you and him were left, the lights were brightening and you rose from your seat and he did so too.
You didn't say anything to each other, not even as you left the building. The only moment he stopped you was before the entrance to the building. On the pavement, right by a very very loud intersection.
“You okay?” He asked, you almost didn't hear him, especially with the sirens going off in your back, as you looked at him.
Blue eyes, blonde hair, tall. The perfect boy next door image. But he for sure wasn't like that. He was pretty if that was the word you could call him.
With the cinema glasses on top of his head, pushing his hair back you could say that he was weirdly pretty. Such a soft vibe, never seen that kind of man in that city.
You just nodded, didn't say anything else.
“I'm Conrad,” he said and extended his hand so he can shake it with you, in greeting.
You took it and replied, “I'm Y/N.”
That night he walked you home and you chatted a bit. Luckily he wasn't a creep and you were happy because of that. After all, he knew what campus you stayed in that year. He claimed he stayed in the same, but he wished to move off-campus the following year.
You were a sophomore then.
Since then you have spent many warm nights in his presence. You went to many movies, either superhero ones or dramas. You cried at both though, there was no type that made you cry less.
Okay, maybe horror ones. Those were horrible. You hated those. But Conrad loved them. Possibly because you spent more time hidden behind his bicep than normally in your seat, watching the action.
You even got to spend countless nights in the library. Especially when your anatomy teacher assigned you the worst subject on the planet. The one thing you couldn't work well.
Luckily you had a friend in med school. A friend that instead of spending time at home, watching a movie on his own and probably eat some crazily healthy food, like he always does, chose to spend three nights in a row with you in the library, eating crackers and sandwiches. You aced that assignment though.
He was a nice presence. He even was at your graduation. Engineering school was harsh on you. But luckily, you had him to help you lessen the burden. It was hard to be a first generation engineer in your family. Yes, your parents always loved biology, mathematics and physics. But the society didn't let them nourish and use those passions.
It was a fun experience. You loved college. Especially because of Conrad. He was a nice person to be around.
That nice that the night of your graduation you got so wasted and ended up somewhere you've been before.
In his apartment, against his door.
“Okay, slower, please.” You said as you unglued yourself from your lips. “The world is spinning.”
It was funny because it felt so natural. Especially to you. He was so familiar to you.
“We can stop if you want, I can try and cook you something and then maybe put a movie.” He started blabbering, when you cut him off, by covering his mouth with your lips. It was crazy that he tasted like strawberries.
“Why do you taste like strawberries?” You asked as your hand was combing through his hair. It was even more blonde now. He spent some time in the sun. Especially with his voluntary work and the days you two spent on the beach, especially after you presented your final thesis. His face even had freckles on it. His eyes shone in the dim light.
“Who did you kiss before? Your lips are sticky.” You sounded pained and pouted as a smile filled his face.
“I don't know, who did I kiss?” A smirk filled his face and he picked you up from the ground from under your legs. You had no idea how he kept doing that. He has been doing that for weeks. Especially since that first kiss you had on the beach that night.
You didn't realise when the line between you and him started to blur. There have always been gentle gestures between you. Like the act of him opening the door for you. Especially when you couldn't stop yapping about the annoying couple in the first row who couldn't let the lecturer finish his idea. Or the nights in the library when he fell asleep in your lap as you fought with your laptop, Autocad and the urge to fall yourself asleep. Or the need to see him at least once a week. Holidays were a nightmare. You wished you could take him with you home to New Jersey or you could go with him to Boston. Or that fake first kiss in Time's Square on New Year’s Eve.
You didn't know when you started to love Conrad. Maybe you did from the moment you saw him in that dark movie theatre or maybe from the countless moments he showed how he cared for you, in his weird way, but he did.
That night after your graduation you didn't do anything more than kissing. You never did more than kissing. Not with Conrad, not with anyone else before him.
You couldn't say that you were scared of sex. It was just that you have never thought of it that much. You didn't even expect kissing so much before Conrad.
Yes, you couldn't say that you have never thought of how it could feel to be that intimate to anyone. Not only Conrad. But you didn't go with it.
Maybe people wanted to in the past, but it wasn't the moment.
Not until that night on your birthday.
You spent that day on the beach, it was ethereal, especially after a week spent inside a cold office, before a computer, testing and designing and then more testing, even coding. It was very interesting and you were always thankful for the opportunity to do that. But your butt hurt and you wanted some sun.
After the birthday party you threw instead of doing the traveling you wished you could've done that year, you were all over Conrad in his apartment. It hasn't passed much since the graduation night.
“Okay you still taste like strawberries” you said as a matter of fact.
“Your cake had strawberries and your lipstick is strawberry flavoured. You're obsessed.” He said as he climbed down your neck and peppering it with kisses.
“It's still weird that you say that though,” you were enjoying his work so much, especially as his hand rose up your leg, under your yellow dress. His hands were always warm and welcomed on your skin. “Are you cheating on me?”
At that statement he rose from his place in the crook of your neck.
“You're joking.” He looked at your with a straight face, he couldn't believe you asked him that. You realised then that the joke went too far, especially when he took his hand off your leg and looked at you like a wounded animal.
“Yeah, yeah, I'm joking, sorry.” You looked at him and then realised that the moment was ruined. By you. The worries filled your head. Not only the worries that filled it before.
Why were you worried? Well, Conrad was handsome. And the girls were all over him. Especially since he took part in voluntary work and the school's running club.
“Something is wrong.” he stated as he saw you leave the corner you two stood before and went to sit on the couch. Your feet were free of your sandals, Conrad didn't like shoes in the house. He hated everything that meant germs.
You only looked lost in space as he sat by your side on the couch.
“Why didn't you tell me your brother is getting married?” you asked softly, your arms were hugging your knees then, your head turned in his direction and placed on them.
“What?” Conrad was shocked. “How did you –”
“How did I know? I saw the invitation on your countertop yesterday.” You said and looked at Conrad as he was lost in thought. His hands were clasped together and they started to turn white. He was stressed. You took one of his hands in your lap as you changed your position on the couch.
“You still love her.” You didn't ask, you didn't try to get the information out of him in any way, because you knew. It was true. Conrad still loved Belly.
“I don't think I will ever stop.” He said, after a pause to think, as he tried to free his hand from yours. He was retreating and that wasn't your point. Why did you ever try to blame him for cheating? He didn't even cheat on Belly for years after they broke up. It was just that…
“I didn't want to blame you for cheating, you know? It was just that before I saw the invitation you were so distant. When did you get it?”
“Last Thursday.”
“You had it for a week?” he wasn't looking at you, he was lost in thought, looking at a space before him. A space that wasn't even there.
“Yeah, don't know what to do with it. And didn't want to put you in a tight spot at the same time.”
“Did you ever think of her?”
“Haven't thought for a while before that came in the mail. Maybe of how they are. She finished school at the same time as you, you know? Still see her photos on my Instagram sometimes. It's weird because it doesn't hurt as much as it once did. But it still does.”
“I think you should go though. Not for them, but for you. There is a closure you need from them and your whole family. Have you talked to Lauren about this?”
“I'm scared?”
“Why though? I will be by your side whichever choice you make.”
He turned to you and his whole face filled with gratitude.
“I ruined it, I'm sorry. I ruined your 22nd.”
“How did you ruin it?”
“With my… my feelings.”
“You think that me trying to understand why you've been a pain in the ass the whole past week ruined my birthday.” You said as you cupped his face in your hands. “It made it better, dumbass.” You continued and kissed him deeply.
“So you're not angry I told you I still am in some way in love with another girl?”
“If you put it that way… that sounds bad. Should I be worried?” You were now in his lap, dress pooled around your hips. You could feel him through the lace of your panties.
“What if I tell you I'm still in love with a boy I met in my first year?” you said as your mouth covered his. His hands were back on your legs, higher and higher as you kissed him more.
“I would be very jealous, you know.” He said in between breaths.
“You know why I say that?” You broke the kiss, sat further from his body, putting some space in between you two as you said the following words.
“You won't ever be able to stop loving someone, you knew deep down you could change the world for. Especially what you had with her. She meant the world for a version of you. You can't change that. You can change how you do it from now on. I will always love that boy from the first year. Why do I say that? Because that girl, who was so consumed by him, will always be a part of me. I'm not her, yes, but she is still part of me. You will always love her, I'm sure of it. But you also love me, in a different, beautiful in itself, way.”
The space between you was now covered by him. He was so eager to kiss you. You never felt him like that. The kiss was consuming. It felt like you were transporting to another dimension. A dimension of just you and him.
He rose from the couch, with you in his arms. Not even breaking from his kiss, not even getting hit by a wall in his apartment, managed to get your back to meet his mattress. And his kisses turned even more hurried. He was everywhere, his hands on your skin, as well as his lips. He felt too good to be true.
His hands shyly took the hem of your dress and only when you rose from the mattress he had the courage to take it off.
Your skin was red though, you were breathing hard and were also sweating like crazy. So freaking anxious about what was going to happen.
Because it was going to happen.
You helped him take off his white button-down shirt. And your hands were shaking as you went for the belt. He helped you though.
You weren't alone.
You didn't have the time to worry about what he thought of you at that moment, because just as his pants met the floor, he was over you.
His weight pinned you to the mattress. Luckily he had the thought to pull your legs from under him and have them hug his waist. Because your core meeting his, was a very welcome feeling.
You started moving in a circular motion involuntarily at some point. He started grunting in your mouth. It felt like a reward. This movement actually did something. You could do something that made him feel better.
Your brain was spiralling though. You started thinking of ways to pleasure him even more. You only knew theory, didn't know how to put them in practice. Didn't get the chance. Conrad was the first one that you had the chance to try them out. It felt overwhelming. This much information in your brain, no practice. It fought head to head with your being. Your career path was one that combined theory with practice.
Why were you scared of practice?
“Stop thinking.” Conrad said as his lips were over your bralette. You could easily see how perked your nipples were through that. Conrad didn't even need to take it off as he bit into your nipple through the material.
It was a weird, unfamiliar feeling.
It was weirdly satisfying though.
You heard every girl talk about the fact that they loved when their partner did that.
You liked it well enough because at it your whole upper body rose from the bed.
You felt Conrad smile between your tits. He licked the valley and then went to kiss the exposed skin of the other.
“Want me to take it off or will you?” He said as he pushed a strap off your shoulder and pushed the material that covered your right boob and exposed it to the cool air of the room.. He was right there, a breath away, when the skin was no longer hidden he kissed it so deeply. You knew how it would bruise soon enough.
“Why are you acting like a dog?” You said as you rose from the bed and went to unclasp your bra, but you didn't even get the chance to touch the material before you were pushed on the bed again with force. Your hair fanned your hair, like a halo. You felt how your mascara started to pool in the outer of your eye. You didn't care though.
“You called me a dog?” Conrad's eyes pieced your own. He was on the same level as you. He cupped your chin, went to kiss you, but didn't. His breath covered your face for a second, when you closed your eyes, and then it left.
You opened them and saw him on his knees, your legs still around his hips. The bulge hit you down there though. It was hard to not identify it, to not feel it. The material of his boxers had a stain on them, you couldn't realise if it was from you or from him, maybe it was a team effort.
You just smiled then. You could see the effect you had on him, his hair was no longer styled as it had been that night at the dinner, his face was shiny, from your damned strawberry gloss.
He looked ravished.
Maybe just as much as you did. With a boob out, a looming bruise on it, panties wet and mascara running down your check.
You didn't care.
You bit your lip and pulled him in, maybe not as harshly as he did before, but still with as much force you can muster then. You were over him now. His head hit his pillow. And after you continued to actually eat his face and hope that the bite you took of his bicep would follow him tomorrow, you continued with the movement you learned before.
“You're such a tease, you know that?” He said in between clenched teeth as he exposed his neck to your assault of kisses and bites.
“Do I look like I care?” Your breath was mixing with his own as you gathered the courage to palm his member through the material.
He just grunted in reply.
“Shit”
You kissed the crook of his neck as you gripped the member more and more.
He seemed like he enjoyed it. You didn't realise how though, you weren't doing too much. His breath, which was getting more rapid with each stroke you did through the material, made you continue this insane cruise you were on. His hand covered you at some point and guided you to go under his boxers and touch the skin. The soft hairs of his intimate zone tickled you as your hands gripped the member again. Your right hand on the skin, his over yours.
“Shit,” he said again. You knew Conrad as a man of many words, but that was his whole vocabulary then. His pulse was getting higher with each stroke you did. His hand left yours at some point, went to pull the material down and in the dim light of the bedroom. You finally saw it. You were now sitting with your knees under yourself. You stopped from your act for a second so you can help him pull the boxers down, not too much, just enough to see it.
You didn't feel overwhelmed.
Especially because Conrad was now looking at you from his elbows. The member hitting his abdomen, covering the trail of hairs you now knew where it ended.
“You okay?” He asked as he reached for your hand that was resting on his thigh.
You just nodded.
You didn't feel overwhelmed.
It was so nice. Doing this with him felt really nice.
You kissed again.
It was slow now, his hands still rummaged your body and stopped on your butt. He gripped a check, hard. And he pulled you to kiss him while being on your knees and then on his lap.
His hand didn't go anywhere close to your area. It annoyed you a bit, he was so close, but so far, with one hand on the skin between your butt and the back of your thigh and one on your hip.
You took his hand and put it over the covered core. His kissing stopped for a moment, he just stayed there, hand over your core and lips over your own. And then he suddenly went to conquer both.
His fingers were not as deep as you wanted them to be, but they did such a good job in making your whole body tremble right then.
Such a different sensory feeling from when you were touching yourself in your room.
“Conrad,” was all you could say as his fingers pushed through the material of your panties and tried to reach as deep as possible, but they couldn't.
He didn't even move from kissing you as he pushed the material from your core and his fingers pushed through your juices and started their play.
You couldn't even describe what happened down there.
But all you can say was that one moment you were sitting upright really fine and the other you were trembling all over. That was when Conrad turned you to the mattress.
Your back now on the soft covers and you watched through hazy eyes as he moved until his breath was over the ruined panties. He somehow took his own off in that time you were blinking slowly, changing from darkness and light.
“What are you doing?” You managed somehow to say and got to see his bright eyes again.
“I need a taste, my love.” He answered and then kissed the wet material. “But I need these off.” he pulled on your once pale pink panties and threw them behind him. “Much better now,” he was on his knees, one of your knees in each of his hands and was intensively looking at your intimate area.
He looked at it like he found a treasure.
You never thought you would see him that way.
You just tried to cover yourself by moving your legs together, but you were only met with resistance.
Your knees were on his shoulders when he did it.
He kissed you down there.
He did it in such a way that made you think it was not their first meeting.
Your breath was lost then and as much as you tried to even it out, his actions made it worse. All you could do was try to just breathe and then grab his hair.
Sounds, you didn't know you actually had in you, left your lips as he pushed you so much more over the edge.
It was too much.
In sight of resistance you pulled at his hair. You were delirious. What was even happening?
You didn't realise how far you were, but the only thing that made you even worse was how his fingers were going in and out of your core.
He started with one. In and out. In and out.
He then pushed two.
Your moans were worse then.
He smiled down there. You could feel him.
You even felt his grip of assurance on your thigh as he helped you go over.
The only thing you somehow knew was only his name. He filled your head and led you as the waves of pleasure came and left.
You didn't know how it actually ended.
Or maybe you knew. It actually felt like falling.
But he caught you.
And you were so happy that he did.
You were in between slumber and reality when a hand covered your tummy and a kiss covered your cheek.
“Happy birthday,” he said softly and then you were out, roaming the realm of dreams.
Been thinking of doing a part 2. Would anyone read it?
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im just thinking about like having a really rough day and coming home to conrad and you’re just tired and you want to feel good and he’s such a sweetheart when it comes to you that he doesn’t tease you like normal, he just eats you out and fucks you and then holds you once you’re in that pleasure-induced haze until you fall asleep
this is such a cute idea. the second i read it i knew it needed to be done! 💗
smut after the cut
18+ MDNI
warnings: connie being a little sweetheart to reader, oral (fem receiving), lots of aftercare <3, p in v, sweet sex, dacryphilia, overstimulation, praise, pet names (baby, good girl, )
word count: 0.5k
your day was terrible. first, you got in an argument with your mom because you woke up later than usual. then, your boss got mad at you for being late even though it was your moms fault for holding you back at the house. the only thing you wanted was to be in conrad’s arms. so, the second you got home you went straight to him. diving your head into his chest. “what’s wrong, baby?” he hated when you had bad days but he always knew that he could fix it. “bad day…i just wanna feel good.” you whine while looking at him with half lidded “fuck me” eyes.
and that’s how you ended up here, with conrad’s face smushed against your pussy and licking up everything you gave him. his tongue licking a strip up your hole and sucking your clit. moans and whimpers becoming the constant aftermath of his ministrations. “thank—ah!—thank you, connie!” you hiccuped aloud as he continued what he was doing; his tongue darting into you and grazing against your walls, while his fingers drew circles on your hip bones and played with your nipples.
“i’m gonna cum” the sentence babbling out like the rest as you raked your nails through conrad’s hair, scratching against his scalp inflicting a groan to erupt from him. the vibrations being your main reason of the knot undoing in your lower abdomen, juices flowing out of your quivering hole. “that’s it..good girl.” he stood from between your legs with one last kiss against your bud, pulling his shirt and sweatpants off leaving him in his boxers. his noticeable bulge twitching from beneath the fabric. out of an act of muscle memory your hands reached for his boxers, pulling them down his thighs. “no, not today. you can give me a blowjob another day this is about you.” he said reaching to pull your hands away from his.
his hips slowly grinding against yours while you whined and moaned his name like a mantra; tears of sweet pleasure dripping down your cheeks. the tip of his dick coming close to slipping out when he pushed himself back into you again. repeating the action over and over until he heard you moan out a silent, “please..faster!” with a simple kiss to the forehead he began pounding into you, hands gently grasping your sides as he pulled you back against him. cries and whines releasing from your mouth, your smaller hands grasping onto his biceps as he lifted your legs up and placed them on his shoulders, seeming to get deeper into your pussy. the pleasurable haze you slipped into becoming more promenaient as your orgasm began to creep closer with each thrust. more slick being produced and leaking down his cock as you melted into the feeling. “go ahead baby, cum for me.” conrad groaned into your ear, the action prompting you to cream on him, the liquid dripping down and coating his thighs.
his own relief pouncing at him shortly after your own, causing his hips to move in a sloppier pattern. the sticky liquid filling up your walls, a warm feeling seeping through your stomach as he pulled out and pushed any residue back into your hole.
bending forward, he placed a meaningful kiss onto your lips and pulled away to reach for clothes for both you and him. his hands finding placement on one of his sweaters and a pair of your panties you left, tossing the clothes onto the bed while he dressed himself into a pair of his boxers. after finishing, he sat on the edge of his mattress to put the clothes on you. slipping under the covers next to you cuddling up close with your warm body as you drifted off into sleep from the exhausting haze he left you in.
this took way longer than it should have i’m sorry but i hope this is ok <3
Summary: When Conrad Fisher catches his secret girlfriend masturbating, he loses his mind.
Genre: SMUT (NSFM)
Warnings: porn with basically no plot, virgin!reader, unprotected sex, fingering, use of the word slut, tasting your own juices lmao? praise, semi-innocence kink, caught masturbaring, swearing, nipple play
You place your hand into your panties, head leaning against your headboard, and bite your lip as you gently rub your clit. Your eyes shut and you moan, your hand movements quickening as you think of him.
The one boy you aren't supposed to date.
"Conrad," You whisper out, your other hand squeezing the pillow behind you as you arch your back. "Oh," You whimper, lost in the pleasure.
"Holy shit." You hear through the haze in your mind and suddenly your blood runs cold. You don't recognize the voice as you sit up instantly, hands leaving your panties to cover your exposed chest.
"Conrad." You say, half-relieved and half-mortified to see it's your boyfriend.
Conrad is standing in your doorway, cheeks pink, and through his boxers his boner is painfully obvious. His eyes are immediately on your chest, then your panties, and finally your face.
Conrad smirks, "Whatcha doing there, Y/n/n?"
You don't know how to answer him so you can only squirming your hips. Your heart pounds.
You've only been dating for around a month and you've never gone anything more than heated kisses. But, as Conrad grins and closes the door behind him, you can feel something shift in the air, "Has anyone ever touched you?" He taunts.
You stare at him with wide, embarrassed eyes and shake your head no. Conrad's blue eyes pierce into yours and he asks, "Can I?"
You feel like you're dreaming as you nod. Conrad laughs, "I need your words, baby." He almost mocks and for some reason, his tone turns you on.
"Y-Yes, please." You whisper and you can't prevent the needy ache from returning to your middle. Conrad smiles knowingly and makes his way over to you. You shrink down, hands still covering your naked chest, as he hovers over you.
His smile turns sweet. "So polite." He says and leans down, lips skimming yours. You chase his touch but he pulls away. He teases you like this a while, kissing every inch of your face but your lips.
"Connie." You whine breathlessly and finally he kisses you. His lips are warm and you feel like your skin is burning. Your hands cup his cheeks, exposing your breasts and Conrad starts kissing down your neck.
You moan when he starts to kiss the skin in between your breasts. Conrad looks up at you, eyes shimmering as if he's silently asking for consent to touch them.
You nod and in a blur his mouth is around your nipple. You squirm and make a small shriek of pleasure. "Y/n." Conrad whispers, kissing your breast, "Don't make so much noise, okay? We don't want anyone finding out about us." He demands, breath warm against your skin.
"Okay." You answer and bite your lip as Conrad sucks on your nipples. You squirm, bucking your hips and when the movement inevitably causes your pussy to hit his knee, you moan out.
"Do you like that?" Conrad asks, pressing his knee into your middle and you gasp loudly, "Oh, you do, don’t you?" He laughs. He does it again, harder this time and your hand suddenly grips his arm.
"Conrad." You plead, eyes staring into his, "Fuck me." His eyes round and yours do too. You stare at him, mouth ajar, as you pant heavily. You think your heart could burst out of your chest at any moment.
Conrad smiles and moves to sit on his heels as his hand traces down your stomach to the hem of your panties, "Please." You say and you take his hand and quickly move it under your panties. You shut your eyes in pleasure as Conrad laughs deeply and collects some of your arousal on his fingers.
"You're so wet, Y/n." He announces and you groan, "Dirty fucking girl." He smirks and pushes two fingers into you. He curls them and begins to move them in and out, watching you unravel, until you're a shaking mess.
"I'm gonna come!" You moan out as his thumb rubs your clit. Conrad suddenly stops and pulls his hand away. You groan and buck your hips, hoping to chase your anticipated high.
"Who would have guessed that Y/n Y/l/n is such a slut." He taunts playfully and lightly hits your clit, causing you to squeal, "What did I say about being quiet? Can't have anyone else finding you like this, can we?"
You shake your head. Conrad hums and pulls your panties down your hips. He tosses them to the side and spreads your thighs. Because you're naked and he's covered, you whine, "I want to see you, please."
He ignores you for a moment, eyes focused on your pussy, "So pretty," He mutters and then looks at you. You're pouting and he grins, "Patience." He chastises as he pulls his shirt over his head and discards it next to your panties.
Your pussy throbs seeing how toned he is and you desperately want to come.
"Conrad fuck me. I'm ready." You say.
"I know you are," Conrad smirks, pushing his fingers into you again and when they come out, they're covered in your juices. He leans forward and stuffs them into your mouth.
You swirl your tongue around them, tasting yourself, and the sight makes Conrad's cock tighten in his boxers.
"You're so beautiful." He compliments and starts to remove his boxers. Your eyes widen as he pumps his hand across his cock, "Such a needy thing."
You gasp when he leans in, one hand pressed against the headboard as he uses the other to line himself up with your pussy. You shudder at the feeling.
"You okay, pretty girl?" He asks gently.
You nod, holding onto his arms for support, "Please, Conrad." You plead one last time until he finally pushes himself into you. He's gentle with you as he shuts his eyes and curses under his breath.
You feel incredibly full but after a moment you realize this didn't hurt as much as everyone warned you it would. Conrad's touch feels gentle and kind, even when he starts fucking the daylights out of you.
You moan as he hits a particularly sensitive area and his hands cover your mouth instantly. You stare at him as his hair, damp and messy, dangles in front of his blue eyes.
Conrad continues his harsh thrusts, his hand still covering your mouth as he's too immersed in how warm you feel around his dick to loosen his grip,
"Quiet, Y/n. You can't wake anyone, remember?" He grunts through harsh breaths. He feels you tighten around him and he adds, "Don't come without permission either, pretty girl." You groan.
You nod and when he removes his hand you bite your lip to conceal your sounds of pleasure as your boyfriend continues to fuck you — in your summer childhood room — in his family's house.
It all feels deliciously wrong.
After a little while you mumble, "Can I? Please."
Conrad tightens one fist around the bedsheet, "Yes. I'm close too." He groans and buried his head into the crook of your neck, "Come with me, honey." He whispers sweetly into your ear.
You feel the knot in your stomach loosen and you can't help yourself as you bite Conrad's shoulder to muffle a small scream. It feels like nothing you've ever experienced and your mind is so fuzzy by the end you barely register Conrad pulling out of you.
"Shhh," He whispers as he leans over the bed to grab the tissues and you catches your breath. You squirm when you feel him clean you up.
He kisses your temple as he moves up to hug you, "God, I love you, Y/n." He says and moves your bodies so he's spooning you.
"I love you too, Conrad." You promise.
"Do you need water? Food? I'll sneak downstairs and grab whatever you want from the fridge." He peppers kisses around your neck and you hum.
You hold his arm, "I'm okay. I just want you."
"You have me." He chuckles and this time nuzzles his head into you, "Even if no one can know yet, you have me."
Yet. You smile.
Conrad has always been a private person, plus paired with the rule you'd made with Belly to never date any of the Fisher boys, you'd kept your relationship quiet.
You didn't mind. You wanted time to tell Belly yourself. Still, it was nice knowing Conrad didn't want this secret to last forever.
Because, after all, all the best secrets are the ones that are told.
