Summary: Another day in quarantine and Connie decides to mess around with you and try to make you moan, when it doesn’t work in his plan you switch it up a bit…
Tw: smut
“Look how heavy the rain is…” I groan as I gawk out the window, being extremely observant with each raindrop that dwindles my path on the window pane.
Torrential rain, I acknowledge.
“No shit Sherlock.” That bawdy, brusque voice behind me causes me to roll my eye at their trivial sarcasm, I’m used to their futile remarks since they repeat it every day now.
“Don’t take the piss, Connie,” I reply as I feel his harsh hands grasp onto my naked hips and tenderly start to hammer his hips into mine, making me sway back and forth in rhythm with Connie.
Getting out of the shower drained from doing complete nothing all day, I just establish to stay naked for today. His dry humps start to get rougher, releasing a fake intense, racy moan in response to Connie’s dry humping, causing him to pause his actions and analyse me.
“It’s a fake moan dickhead.” I snort, shoving him out the way and heading back to the bed, leaving him standing there with a perplexed but dissatisfied expression.
“I can make it a real one if you want, y/n.” He suggests, following me to the other side of the bedroom.
“I’m good baby,” I state, removing my bonnet and letting loose my braids.
“Can I help this time?” Connie questions, sitting on the edge of the bed, glaring at me for an answer.
He asks this every time, to sit down with me and grease my scalp after I get my braids done. I usually say no since he decides to mess around and empty nearly half the bottle of grease onto my scalp but this time (since we’re in lockdown and he has nothing else better to do) I’ll let him help me. I exhale and nudge my head to tell him to come, I observe through the mirror how enthusiastic he is by the way he bounces off the bed.
“You know how to do it, just don’t fuck it up okay?” I announce as he pours a small amount into his palm and rubs together, getting warmed up for the little activity.
I feel his delicate, lubricant hands rolfing at my scalp. The centre, the left, the right, he tenderly kneads into my scalp cautious not to rub too hard. I feel my eyelids start to get heavy, this head massage got me feeling some type of way, something I can’t explain, it’s like rapture and tension mixed together.
“You like that, hm?” Connie whispers into my ear, his breath making contact to my neck and collarbone as I still feel his finger following the lines on my scalp.
I mumble my answer, which hastily transitions into a tranquil moan.
“Was that a moan that I just heard?” Connie pauses his fingers in my scalp to get closer to my face.
I open my eyes to make eye contact with him through the mirror, he’s meekly waiting for my answer like a little boy waiting for his candy-
“Thanks, baby.” I give him a little peck on the cheek, ignoring his question and making my way to the bed, clutching his wrist to follow me.
Laying him down first, I clamber onto his stomach as he latches onto my thighs.
“Why is it so hard to get you to moan for me?” Connie releases a hefty groan, relocating his hands behind his head and closing his eyelids.
I don’t respond, but migrate my hands to his chest area, using my acrylics I start to faintly graze around his chest and abs, something Connie adores me doing anytime we have the time.
“You like that baby?” I question, adding a titillating tone to my sentence.
His eyes lazily open back, cheeks forming a deep crimson colour, his hands start to frolic around through my lengthy braids on each side of me. I could sense his body starting to become aroused, causing a slight sly smile to expand on my face. As Connie is fixated on dilly-dallying with my braids and staring at the rowdy, ample rain, I impel my hips backwards onto his hips where I acknowledge his burgeoning bulge. His bulge jabs right between my exposed slit, causing me to bite my lip to stifle my groan. Connie detects my movements and immediately knows what I’m up to, making him withdraw his hands from my braids to my thighs and gripping them tightly, a giggle escaping my lips.
“Y/n~” Connie chuckles, extending my name as I carry on nudging my slit against his increasing bulge.
I begin to go harsher with the humping, my eyes gander towards Connie’s: his velvety lips are parted and his breathing is abundant, his eyes sealed tight, his whole facial expression is displaying ‘I want more.’ With each stroke I do, I’m getting extra excited, I could feel my clit collecting up my wetness and drizzling down my thigh and onto Connie’s boxers. Transporting my hand from his stomach to his neck, I enclose my fingers sturdily and apply pressure in spots he likes best.
Shit y/n.” He opens his eyes, bites his lip and peers right at me, basically craving for me to go quicker.
Since he’s begging, I consider fucking him and making him satisfied.
“Don’t worry daddy, you’ll soon get what you want.” I pause my hips and move backwards to get access to his boxers.
Lowering Connie’s boxers, his member rebounds against his stomach then erects up gawking at me. Taking a view at it: it’s pulsating, jolting, awaiting for me, pre-cum dribbling out from the tip. A grin appears on my face after studying his member, I bend down and kitty licks his tip causing Connie to twitch since he’s a little sensitive.
“Come on y/n.” Connie groans, wiping his hand down his face, exasperated at me for making him wait.
“Don’t rush me, you’re so impatient Connie.” I moan towards him as I prepare myself on top, arranging his member.
Lowering my self I let the tip impale me, making me lose balance and collapse onto his dick, stretching me out even more.
“Ah fuck mee~” Connie clutches onto my thighs even stronger as my inner walls grasp onto his member.
I begin to bounce, clutching onto Connie’s chest for support, my acrylic nails sinking into his skin as he moans out.
“Aw, look at you moan for me,” I state, as I decline down to his shaft and back up to his tip, making him feel all the contentment.
I observe his face, it’s displaying bliss and breathlessness, which makes me delighted.
“Look me in the fucking eyes, Connie.” Grasping my hand around his neck again, I force him to gawk at me as I lick my lips, dribble trickling down onto his chest.
Applying pressure onto spots around his neck and begin to go nimble with my bouncing, I sense his member vibrate and jerk inside me, getting close to his orgasm.
“You wanna cum baby?” I question, putting on a puppy dog face, pestering him even more.
Connie couldn’t even respond, just one look from his eyes I could tell he wants to cum. I make my bounces reduced and rapid, enough to make him cum and enough for me to make my stomach start to tighten, getting close to my orgasm.
“Cum for me Connie.” I declare, and he doesn’t hesitate to.
“Fucking hell y/n- shittt.” Connie releases a lusty moan as his orgasm spews out into me, I even stare at his soul leave his body as he jolts from my remaining thrusts.
Seconds later, my orgasm spills out down my leg and onto Connie’s shaft, I decrease my bouncing and hop off his waist, I take the time to scan Connie as he’s still located on the bed catching his breath and his legs jolting from my actions.
“There you go, you got to hear me moan,” I claim, placing my leg over his stomach and caressing his chest, assuaging him.
Done:)
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