#Conrad

[devildaisies]

they only got one paperboy cap down at dropout hq

[probably-writing-x]

Hotter and Hotter

Summary: hi 👋🏼 I don’t know if you take any request now but I will still ask.. Can you write about the scene of the grocery when Conrad just lean on and take a sip (he was soo f hot ) and make it like more flirty and it can go like you want between Conrad x yn? thanks u ❣️

Warnings: Sexual references (Minors DNI)

Author’s Note: I’m not taking requests atm but this came through and I was inspired so maybe I am taking requests, we’ll never know xoxo

“This is the hottest it’s ever been I swear to God,” Conrad grumbles from the couch, hand resting on his chest.

“Well you try and fix the air con then, because it’s doing fucking nothing when we try,” Steven shrugs his shoulders, his head resting back against the seats of the couch from where he sat on the floor.

“You’re an engineer Steven, isn’t this like your job?” Belly points out, dragging her hair away from her face.

The air conditioning in the house had been out all morning and the temperature had been slowly rising with the sun. Now, it was stifling hot inside the house and just as bad outside too. And, clearly, the group were at their wit’s end.

“Okay, can we please stop talking about it? Like, can we talk about anything else?” You roll your eyes, your back against the couch where Conrad was laying, your head mere inches from his.

The two of you had been friends for years, ever since Belly and Steven had started coming to the summer house, you had too. The group of you were always inseparable whenever you were all in Cousins. But, before this summer, you and Conrad had realised your feelings for each other. He’d started calling you every night, texting you more and more often, and eventually the two of you spoke to each other more than anyone else. You’d both agreed, however, that is was not worth the drama for the rest of the group to know that anything was going on. You’d kept things completely private and, so far, it worked.

You’d turned up to the summer house this year terrified to see him again, and when you had done, it was like there was a weird tension that you’d never known before. There were sparks whenever he looked at you, electricity coursing through you whenever you briefly touched. You hadn’t even kissed the boy and yet all you could think about was doing so. It was driving you insane.

“Well, what else do you want to talk about, (y/l/n)?” He turns his head so that it is facing you but you keep your gaze averted away, worried he’ll make you blush.

“Anything,” You groan, “Like, seriously, it’s making it worse if all we talk about is how hot we are.”

He smirks, “You think you’re hot, (y/n)?”

You whip your head around to face him and roll your eyes, “Grow up, Con.”

His smirk remains, eyes trailing over your face as the conversation grows behind you. Jere and Belly were agreeing on getting into the pool and Steven was refusing to join them under the premise that he couldn’t find any swimming shorts in his suitcase.

“How about we head to the store?” Conrad suggests, pushing himself up to sit on the couch, “We can get some cold drinks, some ice cream, anything remotely cold.”

The group all sound into chorus of agreement and you nod too.

“Yeah, just get anything they’ve got,” You encourage, watching as he swings his legs over the side of the couch so that he’s sat next to you now, his knee bumping your shoulder.

“Oh, you’re coming with me,” He nudges you, “I need someone to help me push the cart.”

Conrad stretches out a hand to you and waits for you to take it.

“Right because that’s definitely a two person job,” You roll your eyes, taking the grip of his hand and pushing yourself up from the floor.

“Oh, absolutely it is,” Conrad shrugs his shoulders, walking out of the lounge towards the front door, grabbing his car keys on the way.

———

You sit in the passenger seat and he sets his hand behind your chair as he reverses, the air con in his car blasting enough for you to both cool down.

“Why didn’t we think of coming in your car earlier?” You question, glancing out of the window at the changing street beside you.

Conrad turns his head in your direction, “Because then they’d all want to come.”

You nod in agreement and fall silent, fiddling with your hands in your lap.

“So, has anyone said anything about…”

“What? Me and you?” You finish the sentence for him, “Why? Do you think they know?”

Conrad smirks a little, “Jere told me that sometimes you talk in your sleep and he can hear you through his wall.”

You frown just slightly, cogs turning in the expectation of what he was about to say.

“Apparently he heard you call my name,” Conrad fully grins then, turning the car into another corner as he approaches the store.

You feel your face heat up more than the sun was capable of, your heart sinking a little, “I did… I mean he heard… what?”

Conrad chuckles gently and his hand moves from the wheel to squeeze your leg, “Oh come on, (y/l/n), I already knew you were obsessed with me.”

You clench your jaw and look away from him, the embarrassment seeping through you. He squeezes your bare leg again and keeps his hand there as he pulls into a space in the parking lot.

“Okay I’ll get a cart and I’ll meet you at the checkout,” You nod, taking a deep breath to relatively compose yourself as you get out of the car.

Conrad follows behind you, fighting back the smile on his face. He walks up behind you as you go to get a cart, his arms dropping to either side of your hands on the handle, thumbs brushing your pinky fingers.

“See, Ive just got so many questions,” He mumbles the words into your ear as his chin drops to your shoulder.

You feel a tingle go over your spine and quickly step out from underneath his arm, “And I won’t be answering them.”

Conrad persists, of course, pushing the cart into the store and following your every move.

You both take a silent sigh of relief at the feeling of the air con in the store, walking a little slower as if to revel in it for as long as possible.

“Okay, so what was this dream about?” Conrad asks, stopping the cart as you throw in a few items from the produce section.

You make brief eye contact with him in the coldest glare you can muster, “Con, I said we’re not talking about this.”

“I mean, it must’ve been pretty good for you to be calling my name,” He points out nonchalantly, throwing a few bags into the cart, “So, tell me what it was about?”

You spin on your heel and grip the end of the cart, squeezing down on the plastic as you look at him, “Conrad, I don’t remember, okay? Now can we please drop this because you’re being an asshole.”

He raises his hands as if in a gesture of surrender before placing them back on the cart and following you still in your slow steps around the aisles.

Conrad didn’t need to know to boost his ego, or to use it against you. He needed to know because the thought of you thinking of him like that made him feel like a kid with his first crush. He was infatuated, and his curiosity was getting the better of him.

Things were awkward between the two of you now, and neither was willing to break the tension with any form of conversation.

You were embarrassed, of course you were. The chemistry between the pair of you had been sky high since you’d arrived back in Cousins - all of the awaited feelings of seeing each other again had come bubbling to the surface. And yet neither of you could do anything about it. So there it stayed - bubbling wildly on a surface that would not release. Of course you were thinking about him, how could you not be?

“Okay, you get the ice and pay for this, I’ll meet you at the car,” You nod, holding your shoulders a little more sure of themselves.

“Oh, so I’m paying?” Conrad raises his brows, stopping in his tracks with a bag of ice in his hands.

“Your daddy’s credit card will,” You taunt in response, disappearing around the corner of another aisle to leave him to his own devices.

Minutes later, Conrad appears through the sliding doors of the store, the fully loaded cart bumping in the parking lot in front of him. You’re stood by the car, waiting for him, two large drink cups in your hands.

“And what’s this?” He nods his head a little towards the drinks, eyes returning back to yours.

“A peace offering,” You shrug your shoulders, “I’m sorry I got annoyed about you asking about… I just, I was embarrassed and I didn’t want you to think I was some weird stalker that was obsessed with you or something.”

Conrad laughs gently, the kind of laugh that always manages to ease your worry. He steps out from around the cart so that he’s mere inches from you.

“You know,” He lowers his torso down to take a slow sip from the drink, darkened eyes staring up at you as he does, “If you wanted to be screaming my name in the night, you should’ve just asked.”

Your mouth falls agape slightly as all words seem to escape you.

“Come on, I’ll load this up before the ice cream starts melting,” He clears his throat, as if nothing had happened, “Get in the car.”

You oblige and sit in the passenger seat waiting for him as he piles the bags into the trunk, climbing into the driver’s seat shortly after.

He reaches over to take his cup from your hand and his fingers brush yours - still electric as you repeat over the words he’d just said.

“So, home?”

You hum in agreement and keep your eyes focused on the road ahead of you as he reverses out of the spot, unable to hide the smile tearing at your face.

———

“We’re back!” Conrad calls out as the two of you head inside, arms full of brown paper bags.

“Thank god!” Jere exclaims, grabbing a couple of the bags from you to alleviate the weight, “Successful trip?”

You and Conrad exchange a quiet glance before looking back and both saying at the same time, “Yeah.”

Jeremiah frowns at you and his brother, “You two are weird.”

He helps to unpack the shopping before turning back to both of you.

“Hey, Con, did you ask (y/n) about her dre-“

“Grow up Jere,” Conrad snaps quickly, throwing the last bag of ice into the freezer.

You look at him and smile a little to yourself, averting your eyes back to the drink in your hand.

Jeremiah rolls his eyes at his brother and disappears out of the kitchen, leaving just the two of you once more.

“Here, they’ve not melted yet,” Conrad pulls an ice pop from one of the boxes and unwraps it, handing it to you.

You set down your drink and take hold of the wooden stick. Now was your chance to get him back. You make sure you’re stood as close as you can get to him, your eyes gazing upwards to focus on his. And you stick out your tongue, drawing it from the bottom to the top of the cold ice, not once breaking eye contact with Conrad as you pop the top in between your lips and suck gently before pulling away.

You watch his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows the lump in his throat, and find yourself hiding back a grin at your obvious effect on him.

“What’s wrong Connie?” You ask him through batted eyelashes, “You look all… flustered.”

It’s almost as if you see the second that the cogs turn in his brain as his hands stretch out to grip your waist, both tightening to lift you up and onto the kitchen counter behind you.

And then, without a second thought, his hand grips your face and he pulls you in to kiss him. It’s rushed at first and overly fueled by passion but you don’t care. He can taste the sweetness on your lips and it only seems to encourage him more, kissing you like he’d been waiting to do so for years. His hand tightens once more on your waist, pulling you into him as closely as he can as your hands grip onto his shoulders.

Conrad pulls away then, only breaking contact at your lips to catch his breath as his forehead rests against yours.

“Don’t tease me,” He grumbles quietly, his lips plump in the absence of you.

You chuckle a little, nudging his head a little more, “From what just happened there, maybe I should be teasing you more often.”

Conrad smirks and pulls away, standing up straight as both of his hands settle on either side of you on the counter. He glances behind you at where the large glass doors lead out to the garden, “You know, nobody’s actually in the house.”

You turn over your shoulder to catch a glimpse, “Yeah, looks like it’s just us.”

He takes the opportunity as you’re turned away to kiss at the exposed skin of your neck, his touch hotter than any weather was capable of.

You let out a quiet moan and grip the back of his head. Damn, he was good at this.

“Connie-“ You hum, pushing into him as closely as you can.

He smirks against you and pulls away, eyes widening slightly at the mark left on your skin from his lips.

“We should probably join the rest,” You comment, dragging your fingers through his hair.

He flutters his eyes closed at the contact and sighs, “Five more minutes.”

Conrad leans in to kiss you again but stops as he hears;

“Conrad! Can you bring the ice pops out?” It’s Stephen yelling to the pair of you.

You look at Conrad and laugh a little, hopping down from the countertop, “Come on, before they suspect anything.”

“I think that mark on your neck will make them suspect enough.”

You bend down to take the ice pop box from the freezer and reach one hand behind your head to untie your hair, letting it fall around your shoulders.

“There we go, it’s like it never happened,” You wiggle your eyebrows and saunter outside towards the garden.

Conrad watches as you go, a smile on his face before his eyes drop to the barely-touched ice pop you’d both discarded onto the counter.

Thank god for hot weather.

[conniesanchor]

Conrad xClingy!reader pleaseeee

a week ago, you had looked over at your boyfriends phone and saw a text from one of his friends asking if conrad could hang out. without thinking, he responded with, ’sorry, man. with my girl right now, maybe soon.’ and he put his phone down and immediately returned his attention to you.

his friend texted back quickly, "again? god, she's all over you." conrad rolled his eyes and set his phone on the table next to the couch. it didn't seem like he was upset with you, but you wanted to give him space regardless.

now, instead of going to his house every day, you had only seen him once this week. conrad had been blowing up your phone asking if everything was alright. it was rare for you to go multiple days without seeing each other, but a week? he was spiraling with the thought that he had done something wrong.

the newest texts read,

connie <3

Hey. Can I come over?

you

sorry, connie. im not feeling good. maybe tomorrow. i love you.

then, he called you.

"hey, everything okay?" he asked over the phone, worry lacing his voice.

"yes, connie. just don't want to get you sick." you lied, feeling the familiar pit of guilt build in your stomach.

he took a moment to respond but then hit you with, "don't care. im coming over. i haven't seen you in days," he mentioned, "i love you. see you in a bit."

he hung up before you could respond.

it was ten minutes exactly before conrad was knocking on your door. sighing, you got up to let him in. your heart broke when you saw the grocery bag full of medicine and candy.

conrad was confused when you opened the door. you didn't look sick. your nose wasn't red, and you didn't look like you were in pain. he tilted his head, "thought you were sick," the boy mumbled, "got you ibuprofen and cough medicine."

that was what sent you over the edge. tears welling in your eyes at how thoughtful he was. "sorry, con," you apologized. he wasn't sure why, though.

he set the bag down anyway, wrapping his arms around you. "sorry for what?" you pulled away, "big breath, baby," he encouraged, giving an example.

you did as told, "im not sick, i just-" you got cut off by a hiccup, "last time you were here, your friend, he-"

he quickly realized where you were going with this. he hadn't talked to that friend since that text message. "is this about the text he sent me? how he thinks you're all over me?" you nodded. "i love you, y/n. okay? you're just the right amount of all over me and i would never trade it for the world," he assured you, rubbing your back gently.

you cried more at that, pulling away from him. you moved to go sit on the couch, and he wasn't far behind, "talk to me, baby."

"i just feel like im holding you back-"

"no," he responded flat. "you're not holding me back. there's not a day i would rather hang out with my friends rather than you. you're first, if they don't like that they can find someone new to hang out with. you have never been upset at me for spending time with them, they don't get to be upset that im spending time with you. got it?" conrad asked, but it wasn't much of a question at all.

"got it," you mumbled, wiping the tears from your face.

he helped you in your efforts, placing a hand on each side of your face and dragging his thumbs across hour cheeks, "now be nice to my girlfriend, please?"

you nodded, "can we watch tangled?"

"of course, pretty girl."

[jammysworks]

hihihi, could i request conrad and reader fucking in missionary? like i just can’t get out of my mind how much he’d love this position getting to watch your eyes rollback and circle on your clit at the same time? oh my godddddd

i tried to proofread this as much as possible. my cat kept crawling on my laptop while i was writing 😭

smut below the cut

18+ MDNI

warnings: smut, punishment, light teasing is mentioned, making out/steamy grinding, dry humping, p in v, penetration, missionary position, clitoral stimulation, dacryphilia, squirting, overstimulation, language usage, pet names (baby, con, connie, etc.), manhandling, mating press, slight bondage, college mentioned once or twice, vaginal fingering, masturbation, phone sex, daddy kink (two times), light pain kink, unprotected sex (don't be stupid please), creampie, proofread, conrad being a meanie

word count: 0.6k

it started with you and conrad making out on his bedroom floor, both sitting atop his gray and white carpet, slowly grinding against one another. you pushed yourself higher up his thigh until you rested against his clothed cock. in a teasing matter, you began lightly humping his growing hard-on. the friction being just enough to feel but not enough to release; this setting a ticking time bomb off inside of him. his hands immediately gripping onto your hips and pushing his own in an upward position and forcing yours down. the action causing a whine to emit from the smaller individual above him.

you knew his sexual frustration was through the roof due to college, and you missed him so much. after a while, stuffing yourself full of your fingers and favorite dildo began to become a reminder that your baby isn't home. no matter how many times you would cum while on the phone with conrad, it never felt as good as it does when he fucks you dumb on his cock. it was the same with him. he would wrap his hand tightly around his cock pushing at any attempt he can to make it feel like your pretty pussy squeezing him. "missed you s' much con!" you'd babble out right before cumming another time, coating your dildo in slick and cream. "i know, baby, i know"

...

his hips pistoned into yours, causing loud sobs and whines to release from your red and swollen lips. every thrust punctuating your punishment as conrad inched the pads of his fingers closer to your clit, rubbing light circles into the bud pushing you closer to your second orgasm. “wait con-waittt..ple—ahh!—please daddy!” you yelped, pushing your hand back against his abdomen attempting to slow his thrusts with every fiber of your strength. “hmm?” he groaned as his hips began to speed up their process. “connie it-ooh! feels weird..” the sentence babbling out as fluent as you possibly could, your body pulling away from his torture. your acrylics slightly digging into the skin of his abdomen trying to get him to let off your poor overstimulated pussy :(.

"move your hand. you can take it cmon' don't run from it baby." he grunted aloud, his own hand gripping onto yours and pressing it firmly beside your head, eyes rolling back as your body went limp. liquid squirting onto conrad's abs and dripping down your thighs. the stickiness causing a sloppy noise to echo throughout the room.

his cock pulsing against your walls as your face became a slight red tint from embarrassment, the feelings becoming short-lived as his thrusts continued, his hands trailing down and reaching the back of your knees, lifting your ankles onto his shoulders.

...

you were practically being folded in half with the way your thighs were pressed against your chest, the pain from your stretching muscles only doubling the pleasure. "s' too much-- oh my..hah.. daddy!..no more.." the sentence babbling out of your mouth while he continued to fuck you dumb on his cock. you can't even remember how many times conrad has made you cream and squirt on him, the pleasure-induced haze you spiraled into turned your brain into mush. the only thing you can think about is the in and out motion against your walls as well as the burning sensation the rough pad of his thumb left behind every time he would rub your clit to aid you in cumming.

conrad's own release came closer as he slowed yet deepened his thrusts. his head rolling back as spurts of warm, sticky liquid dripped down your pussy lips and rolled onto the sheets below. his pointer and middle finger drifted across the purple and red tinted marks dancing on your skin. "did so good for me baby." he said, punctuating his sentence with a kiss.

[jozlyn-moon]

Bill and Conrad’s “Tapestries”!

[lafleshlumpeater]

Conrad Fisher x Reader (fake dating)

warnings: one swear word, fake dating, fem!reader, mutual pining, mentions of food, lmk if there's anything i've missed<3

TYSM @diqldrunk FOR INSPIRING ME TO WRITE THIS YOU'RE THE BEST<3

conrad fisher masterlist

“Remind me why I’m being your girlfriend again?” You ask, kicking the passenger compartment in front of you nervously as Conrad drove next to you.

He takes the next right, glancing at the GPS as you do. Shit. Almost there.

“I told you, remember? My mom thinks I’m lonely and depressed and she keeps trying to set me up with her friends’ daughters.”

Nibbling your lip, you frown. “And you thought I was the best person to do this because-?”

“It’s believable,” he reassures, fingers drumming against the steering wheel in repetition. Your eyes scan him up and down. Not checking him out, of course, but because you want to see if the two of you look good enough together for the story to be plausible. You can’t picture it.

“I mean, look at you,” he speaks, slightly distracted with trying to keep below the speed limit, yet still managing to effortlessly read your racing mind. “You look like the definition of someone I would date.”

You try not to smile at that, smoothing your pleated black skirt down over your thighs. You had asked if it was too formal earlier, paired with your maroon sweater and black tights, but Conrad had assured you it was fine and that ‘you look… great’, and maybe you were reading too much into it but you could have sworn you noticed his blue- green eyes (you could never really tell which) linger on your elegant neck and down at your calves through the sheerness of the fabric poorly concealing them.

You put it down to your wishful thinking, seeing things that weren’t actually happening.

The car comes to a stop, causing you to immediately snap out of your spiralling thoughts.

“We’re here.”

You instantly rummage through your crimson leather handbag for a mirror and check your immaculate reflection. Pristine eyeliner, lip stain steadfast, hair in behaving. Conrad turns to you, noticing your jittery movements.

“Hey.”

“Yeah?” You cringe internally at the way you respond too quickly, and you find yourself wishing you had just stayed in your dorm all day, lounging around and eating ice cream and watching cheesy rom- coms.

“You really don’t have to do this, if you don’t want to. I can just tell my mom that you feel really ill-”

“No, honestly, I’m…” Your teeth peek out again to gnaw on your lip. “I’m- fine?” The fact that it comes out like a question causes your eye to twitch.

He steps out of the car, shutting his door and comes around to open yours. You almost scoff. Why does he have to be so gentlemanly?

Conrad’s hand tentatively reaches up to your face, delicately pulling your thumb from your incessant teeth. “Are you sure?” He persists, and his voice is so gooey and thick with something you would love to assume is tenderness. You wonder if it was a waste of time deciding on your new designer blush that you’d been saving to wear for the first time.

Your words fail you as your breath hitches in your throat, and you can do little more than nod. “What if- what if I mess it up, and she realises that, we’re not really… dating?”

Conrad tucks a tuft of hair away behind his ear, something you’d been aching to do for most of the drive. “She won’t,” he says firmly. “I trust you.” A laugh almost escapes your throat as you realise he has more trust in you than you possess in yourself, but you push the thought aside as you realise he’s staring at you intently, awaiting an answer. You nod, and his face pulls up into that gorgeous grin which frequently haunts your daydreams during the dreary college lectures. It’s infectious, and you find yourself beaming very similarly as he offers his hand to you, helping you out of the car. It’s impossible to find his courteousness overbearing, not when he squeezes your hand as if telling you it’s okay or his eyes flicker to you for a moment, but the look in them feels like he’s looking at you like you’re his everything, and you’re not sure if that makes you adore or be wary of him.

You’re still pondering this when mere seconds after Conrad knocks on the door it swings open. A woman, who you assume is aged somewhere around forty- five, stands at the doorway and from the face- splitting smile on her face you can just tell she’s the life and soul of every party. “You’re here!” She hugs her son first, and you stand somewhat awkwardly beside them when she releases your ‘boyfriend’ and observes you, but you can tell from the sparkling glint in her eyes that it’s not for the sake of criticising but out of genuine inquisitiveness.

The woman you deduce is Susannah meets your eyes. Although her face is precisely lined with age, there’s a pleasant sense of life and hope and quintessence in her gaze. She greets you by your name, and you’re not surprised- Conrad had mentioned calling his mother earlier that morning.

You reach out for a handshake and she surprises you, wrapping her arms around you- warm and motherly. You reciprocate the gesture, and guilt fills you at the lies you are to spoon feed her.

During the delicious (late) lunch of homemade food, you’re bombarded with questions. How you and Conrad met, if you shared any classes, your family, your hobbies… everything and anything. And not just by Susannah, either, but by Conrad’s brother, who you kept forgetting the name of but knew it started with ‘J’.

Susannah’s eyes switch between you and her older son. “So, are you looking for something long- term, or-?”

A dusting of pink covers the tops of Conrad’s cheeks and nose- something you don’t see enough, and you’re indecisive as to whether you love or hate that the sight turns your insides to mush. “Mom.”

You hold his hand over the table, playing your role perfectly. “It’s fine,” you say, accompanied with a tinkly laugh. “In full honesty, I’m not one hundred percent sure. But…” You turn to stare at the boy beside you, his hand growing clammy in yours- “I’m pretty sure we’re both planning on staying together. Your son is a very special person, and I care about him very much- I’m so lucky to have him.”

You want to sigh and laugh at the irony at the same time- your last sentence was the embodiment of black and white; the first part had been completely true; Conrad was special, and you wished with your whole heart he could be yours, but you definitely did not ‘have’ him.

 It wasn’t anything you didn’t know; Conrad Fisher could just simply, never be yours.

“But equally,” you carry on when Susannah nods in satisfaction. “We’re both young, and… anything could happen. Right, babe?”

“Yeah, definitely,” Conrad nodded, but when he turns to you his eyes flash with content and he offers you a genuine half- smile, both gestures saying more than words ever could, and you knew he was satisfied with your deliberately vague response.

A little while after, Conrad excuses both you and himself to rest a while in his room, because of ‘the long journey’. You obliged without needing to consult him; you knew the effort of keeping the act up was mentally draining from first- hand experience.

He shuts the door behind you both and falls back on his bed, kicking his shoes off. Standing self- consciously, you wonder if he minds you sitting on his bed, of all places, or not.

He raises an eyebrow. “You can sit, you know.”

You sit on the edge of the bed, fiddling with the thin chain around your wrist. 

“Hey, thanks for… thanks for doing this for me.”

You look up, surprised. “You don’t need to thank me. Just a friend helping out a friend,” you feign nonchalance, not meeting his gaze at your heart squeezes painfully at your own words.

“No, I’m serious,” he goes on. “I love my mom, but she’s been going on about me getting with someone for ages. You’re a life- saver.”

You look down at where he’s resting his arms behind his head next to you, the first two buttons of his black button- up undone. Your eyes fight to remain focused on his. “You’re good.”

His eyes narrow, eyelashes fringing observant irises as he sits up. The fact that he’s now closer than before doesn’t escape you. “You’re not uncomfortable by all this, right?”

“Not at all. I’ve really enjoyed meeting your mom, even under… unusual circumstances.” He smiles at that, no teeth but all dimples and your fingers twitch with wanting to trace over them. His eyes remain trained on you for a couple more seconds. You iron your hands over your skirt again, a repetitive, nervous tic.

Conrad shuffles slightly closer- your heart flirts enticingly with your thoughts, convincing your brain that the distinct smell of ocean spray and wet sand was coming from the handsome boy next to you and not through the open window.

“Hey.”

Your head tilts up to look at him- startled slightly, but not unpleasantly so when you realise you’ve miscalculated how close he actually was. Every detail on his face is visible; the unreal sharp of his jawline, the faint freckle just under his left eye you yearn to kiss…

“You’re beautiful,” he mutters under his breath- you almost miss it, it’s so sudden.

“Wha- what?” 

“You’re beautiful,” he says simply, as if it’s a well- known fact everyone knows. Your stomach flips and suddenly the white of the ceiling looks very interesting. “Hey, look at me.”

You do.

“I’m serious. You’re really pretty and I-”

“Where is all this coming from?” You interrupt.

Conrad looks bewildered. “What do you mean?”

“Like, do you just feel bad because I did this for you? Or is it something-”

What Conrad does next stuns you; all of a sudden, his hand is on the side on your neck, his thumb caressing along your jaw and his lips are pressed to yours, sweet and all- consuming and slightly wet but it’s everything you’ve dreamed about and more, causing you to melt into him with your eyes closed, arms tentatively creeping around his neck.

You don’t know whether it’s been a minute or an hour, but it’s definitely been a while, judging by the telltale screaming of your lungs for oxygen.

Time is a strange thing.

Pulling away for a gasp of air, you can’t help but giggle at the faint red marks of colour on the boy’s lips. He smiles, albeit confused, sneaking an arm around your waist. “What?”

“You’ve got a little…” You reach out and gently wipe the smudge away with a manicured fingernail. He’s still staring at you intensely.

“I really like you, you know.”

Your lips quirk upwards, fixing his slightly creased collar. “Nice to know it’s not just because you think I’m pretty.”

His jaw tenses, thinking you’ve misunderstood, but he relaxes quickly when he sees the playful glimmer reflecting in your pupils. “It isn’t. You’re… amazing. Smart, funny, great sense of humour-”

“You talk too much,” you cut across him, pulling him down for another sweet kiss which you both smile into.

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[bloodkeep-escape]

honestly i think we're not talking enough about the parallels between conrad and the fix. conrad, who reorganizes newspapers but will put them back when asked, who eats coffee grounds so no one has to make a new drink for him. the fix, who takes back hallways so he doesn't startle people, who takes staircases so he doesn't squish people in elevators.

conrad, who spent time as a wayward interest. the fix, who connects with those children, who knows what it's like to care about something that... maybe other people don't think is the Most Important Thing.

the fix cannot be unobtrusive. conrad can.

but i think they both want to be

[birdiestays]

mm,,m ore bigtop burger text posts i made bc they r silly :))

[mechadeimos]

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[writersblockedx]

Jealous? C.F.

Requested -  Maybe like a jealous conrad? or conrad comforts you after a fight with Jeremiah (you're bestfriends in this case) @nomorespahgetti I tried by best to do both, hope this is okay!

Pairing - Conrad Fisher x Fem!Reader Summary - You’re uncertain if your feelings for Conrad are one side, so you hatch a plan to see if he’ll get jealous. Warnings - Violence, use of alcohol Words - 2.5K

A/n - I’m writing more for The Summer I Turned pretty so send in some requests here

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You had been friends with the Fisher boys for a long time. And for a long time, you had done practically everything together. As you went into high school, parties became a more frequent activity you did together.

Another house was swarmed with teens. Flashing lights, blaring music, enough to reel everyone in. Jeremiah pulled into a spot on the road as the three of you glared at the scene. It was thrilling and it was a promise of a good night. Quite frankly, none of you could wait to join in all the fun.

Jeremiah turned around in the driver's seat, his eyes jumping between you in the back seat and Conrad in the passenger seat. "You guys know the rules alright?" Said Jere, stern in his expression.

The older brother laughed, "Of course we do." He replied. "You do realise you're barely ever the sober driver?"

"I am!" He argued as the brothers did. "There was Abi's party! I was the sober driver then."

You joined in with Conrad as you gave a giggle, "You do realise that was almost a year ago, Jere."

His expression moulded into one of disbelief, "What? No, no, it wasn't, I-" He came to realise you were in fact right. "Just, please, both be ready to leave at one." That was always the rule: one out of the three was the sober driver and the other two would always have to be ready at 1 am on the dot to leave.

Of course, it didn't always go to plan. But it was the plan you always followed. "Yes, understood."

Conrad's hand was on the door when he added, "Make sure Alec knows as well." It was a sly comment, similar to all the others he had been making for the past month.

You glared at him but he wouldn't look back. "He knows." You assured before being the first to exit the car, eager to slip away from Conrad's grumpy exterior.

Alec was another Summer hookup. One of which was made on the basis of no-strings-attached. It was meaningless, but thrilling and fun, a way to burn time when you had nothing else to do. And the moment you walked through the front door, he was by your side. And, only a moment later, you came to realise it was because he wanted to trace his hands around your waist, wanted to see if you would end up staying another night in his bed.

Instead, your hands tore his from your clothing, "Let's get a drink, hm?" You suggested.

His expression was hiding a scowl as he forced a nod. "Sure." He sighed, trailing behind you as you took his hand, dragging him through into the kitchen.

All night you had Alec's hands clawing at you and Conrad's gaze piercing into you. It was torture. You knew Conrad didn't like Alec, he didn't like any of your hookups, but it was beginning to get on your nerves. So, rather than stay put, you waited until it got to half past midnight when you downed the rest of your drink, grabbed Alec's hand and pulled him upstairs.

You shut the door, finding yourself in what you hoped was only a guest bedroom; very beige, very empty. You rushed towards the window, looking outside to spot Jere's Jeep. If Conrad thought he could make comments like that, stare as much as he pleased, you would make it as worse for him as you could do. Or maybe you just wanted to see what he would do - not that you would admit that to yourself. Deep down, you were truly just wanting to see how he would react if he would dare to be jealous or show any sign that he felt something romantic for you. Maybe it was an unfair way of doing things, but it had been years now, and never did he make a move.

"Finally," Came the voice from behind you. One of which you had almost forgotten. "Was beginning to think you weren't going to spare me some time tonight."

You turned, brows knitted, "What?"

He took a step closer, letting his eyes gaze across the lines of your body like it was his. "You've barely given me any attention tonight." He pointed out.

He went to go closer before you put out your hand. Your palm hit his chest with a thud that sounded through the whole room; his demeanour altered. "And you're making me not want to give you any more." His hands were sticky, once they touched your skin they seemed to never leave. And you were planning to make sure tonight, he never got to even brush a fingertip against you.

It was fun while it lasted, you thought.

"Come on, don't be like that." Alec critiqued.

"You're just pissed because you're not gonna get any tonight." It came out of your mouth before you could stop it, but you weren't exactly upset about it.

The boy across from you simply scoffed, "Don't pretend as if you're not in this for any other reason." You couldn't argue about that.

"You know I don't even think I've got any more reasons to continue this." You huffed. Tonight had seemed to put you completely off the boy.

"So, you're ending this?"

Your arms folded around your chest and you came to shrug, "Yeah, I guess I am."

There: the door swung open. You and Alec, meters apart, scowls on both of your faces. And in the doorway stood Conrad Fisher, him too wearing a scowl.

But rather than another sly comment about why you were late to the car, he found the scene cause for concern. "What's going on?" His eyes were burning into Alec, only daring to give you a glimpse every now and again.

You thought then it was best to screw your plan. It wasn't as if Conrad was getting jealous. In fact, he seemed more protective over you, worried by the state Alec was in. "Nothing." You huffed in an obvious lie, grabbing your bag and heading to the door. "Let's go."

Conrad was right behind you. He was turning, ready to leave whatever had happened behind him. But then, of course, Alec had to go and open his mouth. "You know I should have believed what they said about you!" He yelled, the door open for everyone outside to overhear.

Both you and Conrad came to a halt. And you both turned to face him. His skin was burning, his fists clenched and you were scared if you got any closer, you would be leaving with a black eye. "Everyone makes mistakes." You flashed a weak, sarcastic smile, more than ready to fleet this scene you had caused.

"Every week, a different boy right? I'm surprised I lasted this long!" He chuckled so sinisterly.

Conrad started walking over. The second his foot moved, your hand reached for his, so unlucky that his fingers slipped from yours like butter before you could get a grip. "What you gonna do, Fisher?" Alec tormented.

Like that, he invited what was coming for him. "This." Before he had even finished his before, the fist was thrown.

"Conrad!" You snapped but it was no use.

Alec stared back at him, fury written within his pupils. Before you could do anything, they were wrapped between limbs, fighting to leave bruises, a punch here and there. By now, half of the party was crowded around this small doorway, cheering the two boys on like it was a boxing match. It took a good few minutes before Conrad finally got Alec to stay down - not without a few lingering bruises and cuts himself though.

He was staring down at Alec like he was meat. And before you came over to him, you weren't sure he was going to snap out of it. Your hand wrapped around his forearm, "Conrad," You whispered his name like it was fresh air. He almost jumped as he stared back at you. Your finger came to his cheek, brushing at it, "Let's go."

The boy nodded, letting you lead him towards the Jeep where Jeremiah was still waiting for you. As you weaved your way through the party, neither of you dared to let go of the other. You weren't sure why Conrad was so pulled to punch Alec, and you weren't saying it wasn't deserved, but you knew them bruises weren't going to be painless. For that, you would feel a tad guilty - you were the reason he had even come up to the room, why Alec was so angry in the first place, you just wished you could have stopped him from breaking out that fight.

You wandered out to the car where Jere jumped out from the driver's seat. He was readying some lecture to you both but when he took in the state of the two of you, he was taken aback. "Jesus," He huffed as you and Conrad stumbled towards the back door. "What the hell happened to you guys?"

Conrad stopped for a moment to address Jere, "Long story." And with that, he got into the car and you followed him.

It was silent until Jere started driving, his eyes flickering to the rear-view mirror to catch glimpses of you two tangled in the back seats together. Finally, he had to ask, "This didn't have something to do with Alec, did it?"

Conrad glared at his brother, "He just doesn't know when to shut up." The boy grumbled, going back to staring mindlessly out the window.

"So you started a fight with him?" The younger brother quipped.

And before an argument could spark between the two you jumped in, "I tried to stop it alright." You didn't realise that was only going to start an argument between you and Jere instead.

"Really?" Jere shook his head and it prompted a pit to grow in your stomach. "The only reason he was up there was because you weren't at the car when you were supposed to be. And by the sounds of it, you were hooking up with your little boyfriend while we were waiting for you!" That guilt only grew with every word that fell from Jeremiah's lips.

You sat further back in your seat, "I'm sorry," You said like a scolded child. "I lost track of time."

The rest of the car journey was silent. There was thick tension between each of you and when you returned to the Fisher house, it finally started to settle.

Jere went straight to his own room. And Conrad was about to do the same before you reached out your hand, taking a grasp of his wrist. He stopped ad slowly spun to face you. A good few silent seconds passed before you said anything, "You can't go to bed like that." You pointed towards the black eye that was forming on his face. "Come on," You nodded your head toward the kitchen and he started following you.

His fingers came to interwind with your own as you wandered towards the bar stool, guiding Conrad to sit on one of them. From there, in the silence and the dim light, you gathered frozen pees and returned to the beaten boy. Your eyes locked onto his. It was as if the whole world stopped when you looked at Conrad. For that one moment, you were completely encompassed by his blue pupils, forgetting why you were here, why he had a swollen eye and why you had a pit in your stomach.

When the moment passed, it all came flooding back. You took a step forward and ever so quietly pressed the packet towards his eye. "I'm sorry you got hurt." You finally broke the silence.

Conrad shrugged, "It was worth it, knowing he's hurting more." You could have predicted he would say that.

"Jere's right though." You said, the guilt laced within your tone. "The only reason you were there was because of me."

Conrad stepped up abruptly, forcing you to retract the frozen pees, "Don't let him get to you like that, he was just pissed. If he was in that room too he would have done the same thing too." A part of you faulted at that. If Jere would have done it, then maybe Conrad's actions didn't come from a place of deep-rooted romance, more just like protecting a younger sister.

"Yeah, maybe." Your eyes fell to the floor.

It sparked something. Before you could move, Conrad's finger was under your chin, prompting you to look back at him; there you were, locked. "He was a dick anyway." He offered a smile.

"That's what you say about everyone I get with."

Conrad couldn't deny that but he could excuse it. "Because they'll all dicks and don't how to treat you right."

That urged a grin of your own, "Okay then, find me someone who isn't and maybe you'll have one less black eye." Your own hand reached out this time, tracing the yellow patches which were already forming.

"That might take a while." He shrugged.

You didn't move your hand from his skin, "Maybe not."

You watched as his expression moulded into one of confusion, "What?"

"Conrad," Your voice had a sudden shake to it, "You're the only person I know who treats me right, who knows exactly what I need, how I feel, you're like a mind reader." You were beginning to pour your heart out. "You've been by my side since I can remember. And you are always the one to pick me up after the dickhead guys leave me behind, and you're always the one to fight them for me - when it's needed of course." Conrad was following your every word as you tried to forget this could be the be-all and end-all. "What I'm trying to say is that I really like you and I don't want to go through any more hookups or stupid boys. I just want you."

You took a breath like it was the first time. Like now you had said that your breath was fresh, it was weightless. When you looked at Conrad, you felt like you were hanging onto a thread and he was holding the scissors. His hands came to cup the sides of your face and you became weak at his touch, "I'm glad you finally came to your senses." And with that, he sealed the words by leaning into your lips.

Sure, the night had been chaotic, but somehow it had ended in the dim light of the Beach House kitchen, whispering sweet nothings and confirming the feelings that you had been holding in for years.

[flintknife]

Conrad, Montana

[probably-writing-x]

Just You.

Summary: Conrad was a different person now that the two of you were together. It was a side of him the others had never seen before, and a side he wanted to show just for you.

Warnings: Just sickeningly sweet fluff and Conrad being a reassuring king.

Author’s Note: Once again entirely inspired by this gif so plz keep making tsitp gifs so that I can keep writing this stuff lmao

“Shit,” You grumble under your breath, stretching up on the tips of your toes to reach the top shelf in the cupboard.

You groan and wiggle your fingers as if it’ll help you to reach any higher, before feeling the touch of a hand on your waist.

Conrad reaches up behind you and takes the salt down from the top shelf to hand it to you, “There you go.”

He presses a kiss to your temple and squeezes your waist.

“Thank you,” You smile, “I don’t know why Jere insists on putting everything back on the top shelf as if there isn’t space anywhere else.”

Conrad winces, “Actually I think that one might have been me,” He mentions, leaning back against the kitchen island opposite you.

You turn around and fake a gasp, “Do you want breakfast or not?”

He raises his hands in surrender, “Definitely, yes,” Conrad smiles, “Although I’m not sure it counts as breakfast at this time.”

“And whose fault is that?” You narrow your eyes at him, turning back to the two plates of avocado toast laid out in front of you.

Conrad hums and walks up behind you once again, wrapping his arms around you and perching his chin onto your shoulder, “Your fault. You kept distracting me from getting up.”

You giggle and place your hands over his, “I think we’re both remembering this morning very differently.”

“This looks so good,” He comments, looking down at the food you’d prepared.

“Yeah? You normally don’t like avocado.”

He shrugs, “Not when you do it.”

You hand him a plate and take your own and he stops to lace his fingers with yours before the two of you head into the lounge.

The two of you flop down onto the couch and Conrad sits close enough to you that he can drape an arm around your shoulder, bringing it back around so that he can still hold his plate in front of you. You laugh, it’s hardly practical but he never liked being too separate from you.

“You know you two literally make me sick,” Steven comments as he walks into the lounge.

You look up from your food and grin, “Are you jealous Conklin?”

“Yeah do you remember what it’s like to actually have a girl that likes you back?” Conrad wiggles his fork in Steven’s direction.

“Hey, hey, hey, Taylor likes me back, okay? She just doesn’t know it yet,” Steven drops himself down onto the couch opposite the two of you.

You finish your food and reach forward to set the plate down, Conrad following suit and putting his on top of yours.

“And you didn’t think to make food for me?” Steven gasps, “I’m starving.”

“Boyfriend privileges,” You shrug and Conrad wraps his arms around you tightly.

Steven looks at the both of you with disgust before fake gagging at the sight, “I can’t even watch.”

“Fuck off virgin,” Conrad yells in his direction as Steven disappears into the kitchen.

You snuggle into him a little bit tighter and rest your head against his heartbeat, “Do you think we are too much?”

Conrad takes a deep breath as if he’s considering it, “No.”

You smile a little to yourself, “I mean, I do practically live at this place now. Maybe I should go home some time.”

He hums in response, “Maybe. Maybe not.”

His arms shift on you and both of you stay in that position as if there is no reason in the world to move.

———

It’s later in the afternoon before either of you decide to move, eventually agreeing on going outside to the pool now that the sun is fully out.

You both get changed into your swimwear and Conrad grabs you two towels from the cupboard, making sure to pick you one slightly softer than the others. He fills up bottles of water for both of you because he always picked up on when you hadn’t drank enough, and he’s got your flip flops waiting at the door before you’ve even realised you’d forgotten them.

The two of you step outside and you drag a lounger into the sun, laying your towel over it.

“I’m going for a swim, okay?” Conrad comments, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead.

You hum in response and flutter your eyes shut, pushing your earphones into your ears and turning up the volume. You’re sure you could stay here forever.

You’d been dating Conrad for the past six months since the two of you met at college. Your parents had a beach house only forty minutes from where the Fishers had theirs but you’d spent nearly your whole summer with him instead. You two were inseparable. From the day you two had met, it was like you’d just clicked. He made you laugh, he challenged you, he adored you. Maybe you were a little obsessed, but you couldn’t imagine going without him.

“Hey!” Belly drops down onto the lounger next to you, nudging your arm.

You take your earphones out and smile, “Hey! I didn’t know you guys got back.”

You see Jere walking across the garden towards the pool and wave.

“Yeah, they were out of blueberry pie so it was a wasted journey anyway,” Belly shrugs, “Where’s Conrad?”

“In the pool, I think,” You crane your neck to look in that direction, “He normally hates being in the sun.”

Belly laughs, “Yeah, well, there are lots of things that guy hated that he doesn’t seem to hate so much anymore.”

You prop yourself up onto your elbows, “What do you mean?”

“Oh come on,” She giggles, “He’s literally head over heels for you. He’s so different now.”

“Good different?”

“He frowns less,” Belly smiles.

You look back again and watch his head bob up from the surface, chatting now to Jeremiah who’s sat at the edge of the pool.

“He’s happy, it’s a good thing I promise,” Isabel encourages, “It’s just, we’re not used to seeing him like this.”

You nod in her direction and go to say something more before you’re stopped by a shower of splashes falling down onto your head. You flinch involuntarily and look up to see Conrad towering over you, his head blocking the sun from your eyes.

“How dare you,” You narrow your eyes at him.

Conrad breaks into a laugh, a kind of boyish charm as his shoulders rise and his lips break into a wide grin.

“We were in the middle of an important conversation Conrad,” Belly says sarcastically, “Girl talk.”

“Girl talk?” He raises his eyebrows at the two of you, “Should I be worried?”

You fight back a smile when you look at him.

“I was just coming to see if you wanted to come in the pool? Jere wants us to play volleyball,” He glances in the direction of his brother, “You can be on my team, darling.”

You grin, “Alright, help me up,” You say, outstretching your hands to him.

Conrad instead reaches down and wraps his arms around you, lifting you up and throwing you over his shoulder.

“Con!” You squeal, gripping onto him tightly.

He carries you the short distance to the pool and tightens his grip on you at the exact second that he steps over the poolside, plunging you both into the water.

You drop underneath the surface and flail to get your bearings before you push upwards, your head back above water.

“I hate you,” You narrow your eyes at him, dragging your hands back through your hair to pull it away from your face.

He stands up in the water and steps to you, “You’ll get over it.”

You hum as if considering it and he grabs your hands, tugging you towards him.

“Alright lovebirds let’s play!” Jeremiah claps his hands from the other side of the pool and Belly throws him the volleyball.

Conrad looks at you once more and grins before turning his attention to the two on the opposing team.

———

You play until Belly and Jeremiah have won three times before finally conceding, noting that Con needs to teach you how to get better at volleyball.

You dry off enough in the sun and carry your things back into the house, heading upstairs for a shower before everyone else was waiting for one too.

Conrad’s room was tidier now that you were staying here. He made sure of it. He changed his sheets every week and kept a drawer of his free for all of your things - a collection that had been piling up since you got here. You had a nightstand on one side of his bed and he brought your morning coffees up to leave just there before he woke you up. It was a pocket of perfection away from the rest of the house.

“Hey darling,” You turn around to find him stood at the doorway of the room, “Do you want to go out for dinner tonight?”

“Con we’re supposed to be saving money for college, we shouldn’t be spending this much money on food,” You laugh, squeezing a towel through your hair to get out the remaining pool water.

Conrad narrows his eyes, “But why wouldn’t I want to take you out?”

You laugh and walk over to him, wrapping your arms around his torso. Both of you stay in that position for a moment, your head against his chest.

“Hey, um, I wanted to ask you something,” You mumble, quiet enough that it bodes the question of if he’d even hear you.

“Yeah?” Conrad looks down at you, taking your hand in his as he walks over to the bed.

He sits himself down on the edge of it and you stand in front of him between his legs, his hands trailing up and down your skin as yours rest around his shoulders.

“What’s on your mind?” He asks, kissing lightly at the skin of your stomach.

“Um, earlier, when we were in the garden… Belly started talking to me about us,” You begin, drawing your hands up towards his hair, “And she said that they think you’re completely different now…”

He doesn’t pull away from you, his hands drawing patterns on your skin, “Yeah, I am.”

“Do you think so? I mean, I don’t want them to feel like I’ve come in here and changed you, they’ve all known you your whole life and I don’t want to be the one to blame for-“

“Hey, hey, hey,” Conrad pulls away slightly so that he can look up at you, his hands resting on either side of your hips, “There’s nothing to blame you for.”

You look down at him and chew at the inside of your cheek, “But don’t you think… I don’t know, isn’t it a bad thing that you’ve changed so much because of me?”

Conrad lets out a faint laugh, “(y/n) all she means is that they’re used to me being grumpy and argumentative and short tempered. You might’ve changed me but only in the good ways, I promise.”

You look down at him still unsure of his words, your own self doubt creeping around his reassurance.

“Come on, look at me!” He laughs, “There’s not one bad thing that’s come from you being here.”

You fight back a smile and he takes your evident relief as an opportunity to flip you onto the bed, his legs hooking around yours so that he can pull you down onto the mattress beside him.

You lay on your back next to Conrad as he turns to look down over you, his fingers trailing down your arms.

“You’re it for me, (y/n),” He assures you, “And I’m the person I want to be when I’m with you.”

You blush and bring your hands up to cover your face, smiling bright beneath your palms.

Conrad shifts so that he’s hovering over you, one arm resting down by your side and the other coming up so that he can pull your hands away from your face.

“Does that ease your mind a little?” He asks, leaning down to kiss your jaw.

You hum in response and drag your hands through his hair, “It does.”

Conrad smiles against your skin and moves his lips down to kiss your neck.

“Alternative suggestion instead of going out for dinner,” You say, a little breathless against his contact, “We order in and stay in here for the rest of the day.”

Conrad pulls away from you and shifts so his face is in line with yours, “(Y/n) you just can’t get enough of me.”

[friendlyengie]

For some reason we are scoutposting. Drawing him with his stupid Tom jones tattoo because it is forever funny to me, and some recycled scout ocs that I’ve been wanting to draw .

tried to transcript my writing and the text screenshots in the alt text bc I keep writing so much shit on my sketches and it’s probably not very easy to read !!!

[jammysworks]

smut after the cut

18+ MDNI

warnings: p in v, manhandling, conrad is a little bit of a softy towards the end, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), language, mention of y/n, shitty writing, overstimulation (female), light spanking

this isn’t how you expected to be spending your friday night; with conrad tossing you around and fucking your brains out. he missed you so much because of college and he wasn’t afraid to show it.

his dick sliding in and out of your soaked pussy, veiny hands gripping onto your hips pulling you back every time you tried to squirm away, letting out a deep and quick, “stay still baby, fuck.” he needed your pussy and would give anything to keep feeling you wrapped around him even if that did mean going until you were sobbing and shaking from how many times you’ve orgasmed.

his hand began to creep down to your red and puffy neglected clit, toying with the bud as you screamed and whined trying to move his hips away from yours, only to receive a light smack of the bottom. “b—ooh—but con i can’t take it anymore!” blabbering out a jumbled up sentence, attempting to get him off of your poor pussy. but it was no use, he couldn’t stop, it felt so good.

the burning ache you were feeling began to disintegrate as you felt your orgasm approach, gripping onto the sheets, his hands, anything that could stabilize you. your hips raising against his, trying to fight the feeling but he had a tight grip on you forcing your orgasm to continue. you moaned and screamed for him to stop. “wa—wait, connie i—oh my god! conrad i can’t do it!” tears flowing down your red cheeks, drool leaking from the edges of your mouth as you felt yourself release the pent up pleasure. your pussy gushing all over his abs and dick. but his movements continued. “cmon, just one more.” he grunted out, his hips starting to move slightly sloppily as his own orgasm began to form in the pits of his abdomen.

his eyes penetrating your tearful ones while he reached down to wipe your salty cheeks. “deeper. need to be deeper..” he groaned out to himself over top of your loud moans. his hands reaching for you ankles as he propped them on top of his shoulders releasing a loud whine from the figure below him. “too deep con..! s’ too much!” you screamed, convulsing on his dick for the 5th time. his release beginning to approach while his white salty liquid flooded the walls of your pussy, his cock acting as a plug to keep them all inside.

his hips pulling away from yours while his index and middle finger pushed his cum back inside of your quivering hole, his two fingers basking in the aftermath as they reached your swollen kiss bitten lips. your tongue instinctively sticking out and wrapping around them as they went inside your mouth, receiving a deep “fuck..” from the muscular figure. “we gotta clean this mess up, huh?” conrad asked with a smirk playing about his features.

please don’t be afraid to request works you would like me to try <33 thank you guys so much for the love on my last fics i didn’t expect that for my first time writing haha. thank you lovelies!!

[baranedizille]

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