#that guitar is sexy as fuckkkk

[jmkho]

THIS BIT THO

[pisspope]

okay this is actually the first time ive written filth literally ever so please go easy on me

it's y/n and connie getting freaky in a pizzeria bathroom. like that's it that's the fic

((and big thank u to @quiveringdeer for looking this over for me beforehand!! it means a lot to me 😊))

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connie x reader

cw: afab reader, sort-of dom connie, oral sex (f receiving), vaginal sex, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, praise kink a little? and of course mdni

when you first start dating connie, it's innocent. it's walks by the lake, it's watching him do tricks at the skate park, it's holding hands at the movies. you feel like you're 17 again, laughing together while you play guitar hero and memorizing each others drink orders at the local coffee shop. it's innocent. it's refreshing.

but one day you're walking downtown and the sun is setting, and his hazel eyes are shining, and something just. changes. it's primal, it's downright sinful. you can't keep your hands off him for another second.

Not an hour has passed and you're in the unisex bathroom of your local pizza parlor. It's way in the back, far away from the hustle and bustle of the dining area, where the only prying eyes are the pair right in front of you. Connie's lips are slack and shining with spit, and what little hair is on his head is pushed up in every direction.

Hes got you pushed up against the flaky 1990s style wallpaper, and the whole place reeks of red pepper flakes and bread. But all you can really smell is the heady scent of Him, as he grips your wrist with one hand and pushes it above your head with a thump.

"Fuckkkk," he whines, "when's the last time I told you how sexy you are?" he's pressing you into the wall with the full weight of his body, baggy t-shirt hiding the rigidity of his muscles as they pin you in place.

You laugh, intoxicated by the feel of him. "About 30 seconds ago baby."

He nuzzles into your neck, groans so loud you can feel the purr of his voice box against your shoulder. "Damnnnnnn that long? I gotta pick up the slack."

He moves a hand down to your hips, grips you even tighter. Before you can even register what he's doing, he's biting down onto your neck, licking and sucking like his life depends on it. You try to choke back your moans to no avail. Especially when he works his way up to your ear, making the most lewd sounds you've ever heard, right where he knows you can hear it.

"God you're so fucking beautiful," he murmurs, but it's loud and clear by the shell of your ear. "I'm gonna fuck you so good. Gonna make you forget we're in a goddamn pizza parlor."

And Connie is dependable. The type of guy who keeps his promises. So when he slips off your pants dangerously slowly and gets on his knees along with them, you know he's not bluffing. Two fingers, freshly trimmed you notice, reach out to touch the bottom of your underwear, reverently testing the areas closest to your heat. "Look at that," he whispers, almost to himself. "Already so wet. That for me?"

You nod, a little embarrassed. You're no unplucked flower, but this has all been preamble up to this point. The farthest you've gone with Connie is an impromptu makeout session while out on a hike, nothing like this.

"Yeah?" He says, acknowledging your sheepish response. "Who am I kidding. Of course it's for me."

In one swift motion, he takes your panties between his teeth, right where he had pressed so delicately earlier, and pulls them down to your ankles. Before you even have time to register the chill of the bathroom his mouth is on your cunt, tongue pressing open your folds as those same fingers rub circles on your inner thighs.

"Connie..." you breathe out, unable to stop yourself. Your head hits the back of the gritty wallpaper as he works at pleasuring you, the sloppy noise of tongue against slick echoing in the empty bathroom. "Fuck you're good at this."

Connie hums in response, looks up at you with those big hazel eyes, now looking closer to brown from the darkness of his arousal. He's absolutely tongue fucking you, the speed and pressure only continuing to increase in intensity. You're fine to keep going and finish like this, just a quickie in the bathroom before dinner, but then he starts kissing around your thigh instead, and you know hes got something else in mind.

You look down at him, annoyed and missing the feeling of tongue. But as you drink in the site of him, head buried in between your legs while the other hand palms at his jeans, all is forgiven. Ugh, you can't not fuck him.

"Sorry, baby," he says, pulling away from you as he starts to undo his belt. "Can't just let you have all the fun."

In a blink his bottoms are off, and he's standing over you again, cock upright and glistening with precum. He's stroking himself slowly, and you watch enraptured as he takes his other hand and slides two fingers in your mouth. "Get 'em wet for me, wouldja baby?" He smirks as you do as you're told, sucking and licking like its his dick in your mouth and not this shallow approximation. "Wanna make sure I do this right for you."

Fingers properly lubricated, he pulls them slowly out of your mouth and brings them to the front of your hole, pausing a moment to run his wet digits over your aching clit. "Damn you're pretty like this. You're gonna have to suck me off next time or else I'm gonna get jealous of my own fingers."

He slides his fingers in achingly slow, both at a time so you can feel the stretch on each knuckle. He spreads you apart experimentally, feeling the give of your folds and relishing in the little noises you make. You're like putty in his hands, ready to be sculpted into any shape he wants. And fuck does he know the shape he wants.

"Y/N, fuck," he mutters, more to himself than you. "You didn't even need my fingers, did you?"

"Yeah, no, I didn't," you breathe out, trying to muster up any coherent thought left in your lust-addled brain. "I just, fuck, can I have your dick please?"

Connie stops what he's doing, pulls his fingers out just as slowly as he put them in. "What?" He whispers, obviously bewildered.

You huff, running low on brain power and not in the mood to deal with whatever this is. "Connie, can I have your dick please?"

"God, Fuck," he bites out, each syllable sharp as he starts lining himself up under you. "Of course you can."

He tries his best to suppress a groan as he slips inside of you, the stretch driving both of you deeper into your shared pleasure. He grinds his hips a few times, testing the waters. His cock is fairly average, a little girthier than you expected, but he obviously knows how to use it. "Baby, you're so cute," he pants, rolling his hips. "Asking me to fuck you like that....so fucking polite."

"Polite?" you ask, feeling a blush creeping up your face. Which is ridiculous, he's got his cock buried deep in your pussy and you're getting flustered over a little compliment like that. "You think me begging you to fuck me was.... polite?"

Connie stops his grinding to look up at you, blush now spreading across his cheeks. "Yeah, not the begging but like...." he trails off. "I think it's sexy that you mind your manners. Even, ynow, in the heat of it."

You laugh out loud. You can't fucking help it. Constance "Connie" Springer, thinks it's sexy when you say please and thank you? When you mind your p's and q's? "Okay, okay," you chuckle, faking wiping tears from your eyes. "If that's the case then please, Connie, please start moving. And I'll try my best to be a good girl and not be too loud."

"Oh, Y/N," Connie says, bringing you in for a kiss. "I would never tell you to be quiet."

And as you requested, he starts moving, setting a pace that sends flakes of drywall fluttering off the ceiling. He's voracious, holding you to his chest as he pounds you into the wall. You're going to have fingerprint shaped bruises underneath your shoulderblades for weeks. He takes the side of your neck in his mouth, leaves no bit of skin unbruised by his teeth and tongue.

You try to hold back your moans as you come undone, but Connie is relentless. He tips your head to the ceiling as he hears you swallow yet another whine. "Don't hide how good I make you feel," he growls, eyes so dark they're practically black. "You mind your manners and thank me for how good I fuck you."

His demands tip you over the edge, and you're cumming messily over his cock, screaming his name and babbling thank yous over and over until you come down. You watch in the haze of your orgasm as he reaches his high, pulling out at the last possible second, tugging himself just once or twice before spilling ropes of his seed on the bathroom wall. And fuck it's nearly hypnotizing to watch him pump himself to fruition, his eyes closed tight and his mouth open as he reaches his climax.

Connie sighs out loud, runs a sweaty hand through his buzzed hair. "Damn, that was something else!" He walks back over to where you stand, practically glued to the wall, legs shaky, and brings your lips to his. He pulls back, and his eyes soften. "Thank you."

You smile at him, slowly coming back to reality. "You're welcome. And thank you, too, Constance."

He rolls his eyes at the use of his full name, but soon returns to that familiar shit-eating grin. "Sooooooo," he says, pointing a thumb to the bathroom door. "Pizza?"

[chewtoyfrank]

@pisshandkerchief

Holy fuckkk. I. Fuck. Yeah. Yeah. Fuck.

Okay so. Favorites are probably, in order: Bang The Doldrums, I've Got All This Ringing In My Ears, This Ain't A Scene, The (After) Life Of The Party, and Hum Hallelujah.

I feel unwell.

Below are the notes I took while listening to each song 2 or 3 times. View at your own risk.

Thriller

Holy shittttt what the fuck

Starting off fucking intense

Oh

Holy shit

Ily vocals

Well. Uh Oh.

"The Take Over, The Breaks Over"

Ooooooo woah

Vibey

Broooooooo the chorus fuckss

Oh shitt

Shittt the guitarr

SHITTT the drumss

This Ain't A Scene, It's An Arms Race

Woah

Woahhhh

Bro???

That little guitar bit. fuck

The likee buzzy lil emphasis on God Damn is soooo tingly holy shittttt

Fuck. Okay. Yeah. Okay.

I'm Like A Lawyer With The Way I'm Always Trying To Get You Off

Vocals ilyyyy. Pretty

Yeah

Hum Hallelujah

That bass fucks

Someone who knows someone who knows-

The chorus is so prettyyy

The pronunciation makes brain go brrrrrr

Crunchy ass ending

Golden

Mmmmm piano

Godd i love fucking backing vocals

Oh???? Pretty???

OH SHIT

OH SHITT

Fuck. Yeah okay

Thnks Fr Th Mmrs

Oh shit it's this song i know this one! Kind of

Very dramatic

Oooo clickity clackity

OOOOH THAT GUITAR

Don't You Know Who I Think I Am?

👏👏👏

Epic gamer moment!

I need to take vocal lessons. blease

Sexy ending

The (After) Life Of The Party

Oooooooobh prettyyyy

Damnn

Thw change into the fucking drums and to the next verse good shit

God DAMN the fucking VOCALS

Fuckkkkkkkkkkkk

This Slaps

GOT DAM THAT FUCKING fuckin uhhhh the last 'loose' fuck man

fuck.

The Carpal Tunnel Of Love

Sexy guitar

The drums fuckingg. Dun dun. Dun dun. 👍

More sexy guitarrrr

Vocals

Woag bridge what the fuck

God damn girl.

VOCALS

Bang The Doldrums

I LIKE? SEXY RHYTHM

Ooooo HELL YEAH Guitar!

Oh shitt

Oh Shittttttt it's fuckin bang the doldrums

I don't know it but I've heard about it so that means its popular right

Girl. Girl help.

Uh oh. Autism

This fucks so hard

It's giving uhhhhh piratey? Idk but I like it

Goddamn. Yeah. Yeah.

Fame < Infamy

Sexy guitar, chef's kiss

Haven't deciphered the lyrics but I'm feeling some type of way abt them

More guitar yummm

👍

You're Crashing, But You're No Wave

SEXYY GUITAR

This fucks

Oh shitt the fucking silence after hushed fuckk

👍👍

Woahh damn the choiral part, shit

I've Got All This Ringing In My Ears And None On My Fingers

Oooooooo

Shittt

The truth hurts worse part is so brain tingly fucking chills fuck

Fuckk

Ooooooooo

OOOOOOHHHHHHH

FUCKK, MAJOR AUTISM SLAY

💞💞💞

God Damn. Fuck. Shit

G.I.N.A.S.F.S.

Ooooooh cunty ass intro

Oh shit this slays

CUNTY ASS GUITAR HELL YEAH

Love the energy this fucks

She's so mysterious. What does she stand for

It's Hard To Say "I Do", When I Don't

Oooooooo

Damnnnn hella lyrics

Ooooooo that buildup Yessss

The ending that fucks

Dance, Dance - Live

Ily drumsss

ILY BASS

Believe it or not. Ily vocals

Good shitt

This Ain't A Scene, It's An Arms Race - Live

STILL FUCKS.

Fucks more i think actually

Extra cuntyyy i love it. ILY LIVE VOCALS

Autism hungry feed it fob

Fuckkkk this SLAYS

Thriller - Live

CRUNCHYYYYYY

pretty

Crunchy AND Pretty. Impeccable.

FUCKING CRUNCHYY

pretty again. shes versatile

Slayyy

I want to gnaw on this song like a dog bone

[pianoperson]

What are your top 5 favorite things about Jonah? You're amazing and your love for him gives me life ⚘

OMG SKJKAKSKSKSKSK I’M SORRY THIS TOOK LONG HHHHH

JWHJJHWJJDJSHDJKSD THANK YOUUUUUHHAHAHHAJBHDSHBCS 

BUT ALSO FUCKKKK IDK THERE’S TOO MANY THINGS TO LOVE ABOUT HIM

Fuck, if I were to list them down uhhh

Loyalty. Holy fuck, this man is so loyal to the people he loves?? He won’t go back on his morals, but mannn he’ll still try to save the people he cares about. Loyalty is something I deeply care for in someone, so this is a win already for me. 😭😭😭

Righteousness. IT’S SEXY FOR HIM TO BE IN A HIGH LEADERSHIP POSITION AND TO ACTUALLY BE A RULER WHO KNOWS HOW TO NOT BE A DICK SJDNSJDNSNND like Jonah,,, aaa please,,,,, can you be our president /j but just man . I love that righteous aspect of him and it makes me feel safe

Fighting ability. Sir SIR DJDJSJSJSJSJKFJSJSJHDJSJJDJS CRIES MANNNNN HHNGNNNGNNGNF JUST HIM BEING YOUR BODYGUARD GETS ME GOING LIKE GOD . I’m weak for moments where he protects you . That third CG mMMMMM and Hold Me Tight event story I cRY

Music experience. I WILL NEVER BE OVER HIM PLAYING THE GUITAR FOR YOU IN THE 1ST ANNIV STORY 😩😩😩😩😩😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 PLEASE, GUITARISTS ARE PRETTY I CRY (I want to see him play piano though ueueue)

Hardworking. I can say so many things about this, but to keep it short, I love hardworking people. 😭😭😭 It pushes me to work hard for them. Like man,,, Jonah really trying to put all his effort in everything he does MANNNN