#connie needs love too 🗣️

[tetzoro]

you’re not sure when it happened, but overtime your bed capacity was bumped up from two to three. nights with just jean soon turned into nights with jean and connie.

after everyone went to bed, connie couldn’t help but creep into your shared room, the soft patter of his feet filling the silence as he makes his way to his little sanctuary.

at first he told himself it went his separation anxiety, the need to be close to his two remaining best friends. but he’d be fooling himself.

it was addicting the way your fingers massaged his head, soft praises tumbling from your lips. or the way that jean would toss his arm around him, pulling him close to his broad chest in a warm embrace.

you both gave him a place of safety — belonging. you’re not sure when your relationship gained a new person but it did. and you’ve never look back.

[moonybug444]

car sex with connie <33

vroom vroom 🚘 and moan moan🗣️

connie groans at the feeling of you rocking your hips back n forth n back n forth right on where he wants you the most. feeling his dick grow harder & harder under the grey sweats he’s wearing.

“shit, baby.” he’s fumbling next to him, trying to recline the driver seat back as far as it can go, while watching you.

you’re so cute and so easy. you and connie were on a little break from the last big fight you had & he was really scared he’d lost you for real this time. thinking back on how angry you were when he last saw you.

he doesn’t know why though. all he had to do was roll up to your cute little apartment complex n text a quick, ‘outside, princess’ & you were throwing one of his hoodies over your silk pajama set, applying his favorite flavor of lipgloss n skipping out with a pretty smile on your face.

too fucking easy.

you’re fucking dripping. not from just your grinding against him but just seeing connie always had an affect on you. you think he’s so handsome. with his furrowed brows and that mean glare…and don't even get me started on the light freckles that dust over his tan face—

“ya hear me baby?” no you don’t, but you definitely feel him. he’s guiding your hips with his big hands now, slightly bouncing his leg so he can hear you whine. your looking up at his pretty face—not a thought in your head, before your leaning in to kiss him. nice n slow at first. just how he likes.

you feel his tongue nudge against your bottom lip before your opening your mouth with a whine, feeling his cock twitch under you.

“c-connie,” your face is burning when you tug at his sweatpants. “take-take these off.”

he’s raising his eyebrows at you, grinning when he lifts his hands from your hips to grab your ass, making you squeal and giggle before complying lifting his hips up—along with you, to undo the drawstring.

>_<

it doesn’t take long before he’s got you folded in half in the back of his car. knees to your ears and he’s so fucking deep.

he’s beating your poor pussy like she stole something. pounding in her ruthlessly and for a second you feel like he hates you.

“s’good huh baby?” he’s so close to you. noses kissing while he’s leaning down n grinding in your pussy, he moans.

“makin’ a mess all over this car. leaving your nasty pussy juice all over,” he’s giggling to himself, smacking your pussy & listening to that drawled out slutty whine that escapes your mouth.

music to his fucking ears.

“you like me that much, wanna mark your territory?” your nodding, fingers shakily gripping onto his stained white tee—looking up at him like he hung the fucking moon & the stars. and in your eyes, he did.

“yes..! ngh l-love you—love you connie,” he’s pushing on your thighs forcing you down more so he can go even deeper. pick up the pace a little.

“ohhhmygoshbaby,” your hands are on his flexing tummy, applying as much force as you can against him. you need a second—no fuck that at least a minute to breathe. you can’t when it feels like his dick is up your throat.

“y’can’t connie,” you sob. “s’so deep connie.. ngh.. w-wait—”

connie’s grabbing your littler hands with one of his and pinning them to the side, watching your eyes cross when he catches that one spot inside you. hitting it again & again & again until—there she is. his dumb girl.

“don’t start all that running shit, ok baby?” he’s kissing your lips catching all those pretty noises from your mouth and eating them right up.

he knows your out of it. he can tell. your brows are furrowed, eyes crossing every second and then going back to not focused at-fucking-all and the unconscious way your tongues lolling out, still he says it again. it’s ok, he’s nodding your head for you.

he can feel himself getting antsy now. he needs to cum so bad—cum in you so bad. during your little break he couldn’t stop thinking about you or your little pussy. fucking his fist everyday to the pictures you sent him before. to the videos of him fucking your face & of him grinding against your pussy—gosh he was miserable. needed you bad.

he’s grabbing the front of your thighs and pulling you flush against his dick—watching the way your slick makes a mess in your inner thighs.

from this angle he can hit that slimy spot inside you easily. he’s looking down when he feels a new wave of slick come over your pussy and a loud moan of his name falls from you.

“lemme help you baby,” he takes a hand—still pumping in & out of you—and pushes down right on that cute pudge of your lower tummy. it’s like magic.

your cunts squirting everywhere, and that’s connie’s favorite shit in the world. he’s leaning down to kiss you some more. tongue forcing its way down your throat while you whine—little hands pushing his tummy away. aw your overstimmed.

“stopittt, connie s’too much…” you’re so overworked and your pussys begging for a break but connie’s so close. you gotta give it to him.

it’s only a few more thrusts before connie’s coming inside you, filling you all the way up—cum leaking out of your sloppy pussy & onto his car seats—he’s about to say something about it but whatever, he’ll bitch about it later.

he’s breathing heavily, pulling his shirt up to wipe at his sweaty forehead before leaning down and fake munching on your swollen pussy. making you giggle tiredly & kick your feet.

“alright now..where’d i throw your panties princess..” he’s shoving his softening cock back in his boxers before looking around the car floor with a shit eating grin on his face.

“you put ‘em in your arm rest, connie.” you look unimpressed, rolling you eyes, “‘s like the fourth pair of panties you tried to steal from me.”

he sighs giving up and opening the arm rest and there they are—your white laced panties along with some other pair that you’ve been looking for about a month now.

he whistles lowly while watching you shuffle them on before pouncing on you again. slowly grinding into your sensitive cunt. your whining again.

“round two?”