Strawberry Kiss - Conrad Fisher
Words: ~ 4k
Pairing: Conrad Fisher x female!reader
Rating: Explicit
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? Also if anyone wanna be added to my taglist, hit me up in my dms.
