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The silence is painful.
Jeremiah is already asleep but Belly is scared to even glance in Conrads direction. The light from the motel is shining through the window, making his (possibly) sleeping body very visible. She could sort of see his chest falling and rising but even then, he was perfectly still.
Her eyes move from her side to the ceiling once again. The popcorn ceiling was nothing new. She'd already stared at it for the past hour? Two hours? She didn't know the time and was too scared to grab her phone to check.
She continued to stare at the ceiling until a whisper broke the silence.
"Get up."
Belly freezes. Was that Conrad? There was no way. He was sleeping and-
"I said get up Belly."
The sound of a blanket ruffling forced Bellys head to move towards him. She almost jumped out of her skin when she was met with the face of Conrad Fisher. The motel light was glowing behind him, making him look almost ethereal. He was still sitting on the floor and staring directly at her.
"Get. Up."
Bellys slowly sits up, trying to avoid looking at him. Conrad holds out his hand to her and she hesitantly takes it.
"C'mere."
He tugs lightly and Belly shifts herself out of bed. Conrad continues to hold her hand and her feet meet the floor. Belly stands still as Conrad brings himself up, standing from the floor. Belly watches him fiddle with something in his pocket before gripping her arm.
"Conrad-"
"Shut up."
The harsh whisper actually does shut Belly up. She sneaks a glance over at Jeremiah to see him still fast asleep. She prayed that he slept through whatever the hell Conrad was about to do. Unless it was bad. Then she desperately wished he'd wake up and save her.
"Let's go."
Conrad all but drags her to the door and loudly opens it. She sneaks another glance at Jeremiah before he pulls her through. Still fast asleep.
Conrad yanks her away from the room and into the outside hallway. He doesn't stop there. For some reason, Belly allows herself to be ragdolled through the hall as his grip on her arm grows stronger and they stray further and further from the room. Her feet hurt as they walk the stone ground, rocks imprinting into her bare feet every few steps.
Eventually Conrad stops and places Belly against a wall, his tight grip leaving her arm. She moves to rub the sore skin as Conrad stands infront of her. The corner he had chosen was dark. There was no cameras and it faces the empty backlot of the motel.
Bellys first instinct would've been to run. Run as fast as she can back to Jeremiah. To safety. But this was Conrad of all people! He wasn't gonna hurt her. He probably just wanted to talk.
So Belly waited as he continued to stare at her. She could feel herself cowering under his gaze. Every second that passed, she became more and more scared that maybe she had been wrong. Maybe Conrad did want to hurt her.
He continues to silently stare at her while she tries to sink into the cement wall.
The silence is painful.
She decides to speak first.
"Conrad-"
"Shut up."
He finally pounces. He grabs Bellys head in his hands and connects their lips. Bellys mind blacks out and she finds herself kissing him back. But this kiss isn't soft and sweet like all the others they've had. This one was hard and angry. He was squeezing her head and practically biting her lips. The pain was too much. She tries to push him away. Conrad just shoved her hand aside and moves his kisses from her lips to her cheek and then her jaw.
The touch of his lips at such a sensitive spot makes her back arch. Belly can feel him smile against her skin. His hands move south, fondling everything in their path. Her boobs, her ass, even her thighs. She just continues arching into his touch as he kisses her neck. She hopes he doesn't too many visible marks, for Jeremiah's sake.
Conrad's hands travel down her thighs and to her core, making Belly jump. This was too much. Too real. She pushes him by the neck, putting space between them.
"W-what are you doing?"
Conrad looks primal in the darkness. His eyes shined slightly from the distant Motel sign and his jaw was clenched. Belly swallows a lump in her throat as Conrad places one hand on the wall behind her and another on her stomach. Her pajama shirt was thin and loose, making it feel like he was touching her bare stomach. His eyes never leave hers as he slides his hand lower and lower, reaching the waist and of her pajamas. He leans in closer to her, noses touching before he responds.
"Reminding you who you belong to."
Conrads hand is already in her panties by the time he finishes his sentence.
His fingers ghost over her folds and collect her wetness. Belly finally lets out a moan making Conrad smirk. His fingers work fast as they rub and flick her clit. He watches in visible delight as Belly scrunches her eyes shut and lets out fast heavy gasps.
"Connie-"
"I know baby, I know."
His other hand detaches from the wall and makes it's way up Bellys shirt. She arches into his hand as the other ghosts over her stomach. She didn't sleep with a bra. It was too uncomfortable. But it gave him easy access. Conrad wastes no time pulling her shirt upto her neck.
His kisses move from her neck to her chest, then down to her collar bone, and he lands on her nipples. He kisses and sucks hard, like he'd done to her lips. He moves to kiss around her entire breast, his mouth never faltering in its hard nature.
The hand that's in Bellys pants stops playing with her clit for a moment and Belly whimpers at the loss of stimulation. But Conrad is quicker than she remembered. His middle and ring finger slide inside her wet folds, making her moan loud enough to wake someone up. Conrads hand slaps itself over her mouth, muffling the sound.
His fingers dig deep until they find that sweet spot and press up against it. Belly almost comes at the pressure alone. Conrad continues to finger her as he detaches his lips from her breasts. Belly can only vaguely see him through teary eyes as her thighs press together. The spit he'd left on her nipples makes them grow hard in the windy night. She continues to arch in his hand, trying to rub her clit against his palm.
They go on like this. Conrad watching her as Belly comes undone. Belly can feel herself coming close when Conrad suddenly stops his movement. He pulls his fingers out of her and out of her pants.
Belly whines and blinks through the daze and tears. Conrad only looks more smug as he brings his wet fingers to his mouth and sucks them. Belly watches him, unable to speak with his hand over her mouth.
"Belly....do you wanna?"
Belly nods immediately, only thinking about the fingers in her and the lips on her breasts. Conrad sighs and moves his other hand from her chest.
"Turn around."
He whispers.
Belly obeys.
She turns to the cement wall, Conrad's hand still covering her mouth. His other hand tugs at her pants and pulls them off. The pants pool at Bellys ankles and she steps out of them. Conrad kicks them to the side as he tugs at her panties too, pulling them downward. She steps out of them aswell and Conrad kicks them to the side with her pants.
Conrads free hand snakes around her waist and pulls her close to him. Her ass meets his eager erection as the free hand finds its way back inside her. She presses into him as he finds her sweet spot. He moves them forward and Belly leans against the wall. Her nipples brush the cold cement, making her shiver. Her face presses into the wall but luckily Conrad's hand helps ease the pain of the hard wall.
His face finds a spot between her face and shoulder as she kisses her neck once again. His fingers are moving faster than ever and Bellys pants and moans grow louder and louder. Conrad pulls her head back as he bites into her neck more and more, most definitely leaving marks.
“Mine. Mine. Mine.”
His words form after every kiss and lick he leaves on her. Belly hadn’t known Conrad to be so passionate. So possessive.
She was his. She always had been. He was making sure to remind her to that.
He stops his sucking to ghost his lips over her ear as she shakes and shivers in his tight grasp. He bites her ear before letting it go and whispering to her.
“You gonna be good for me?”
Belly nods, still unable to speak. Conrad removes his hand from her mouth and Belly lets out another moan. Conrad’s gaze only gets more and more hungry as he turns her around and kisses her to shut her up. It’s still as hard and hurtful as before but Belly relishes in the pain of their teeth clashing and the way Conrad’s hand grabs her by her chin, nails digging into her face. His fingers find their way out of her pants and Belly almost screams in frustration.
Conrad doesn’t stop kissing her while using his free hand to pop open his own pants. His sweats don’t meet the floor but they stretch open, making his dick pop out.
The asshole wasn’t even wearing underwear.
Conrad stops kissing her. Belly watches as he spits into his hand and rubs it along his length. Was he not gonna put on a condom? Did they even have one?
“You don’t have any protection?”
Belly whispers harshly at him. Conrad ignores her. His he pushes her more to the wall before grabbing her by her thighs. Her legs immediately lift and wrap around his waist.
“You’re mine. I get to do whatever I want to you.”
His hands crawl up to her waist and his nails dig into her sides as be rubs himself against her. He stifles a moan at the contact while Bellys own legs can’t stop shaking.
“C-Conrad. What if I get pregnant?”
Conrad stops his rubbing and positions himself at her entrance.
“Then everyone will know you’re mine. They’ll know I filled your cunt up with my seed and breeded you. They’ll know you’re ruined.”
He slid in.
“He’ll know you’re mine.”
She doesn’t need to ask who he’s talking about.
Belly doesn’t even get a chance to respond as he slams into her. His finger nails seem to dig deeper and deeper into her hips as he fucks into her. Belly is a loud slobbering mess. Her eyes are watery from the overwhelming pleasure and she drops her head into his shoulder, biting him to stay silent. He groans in pain.
“Fucking bitch.”
His insult holds no anger as his hips stutter when she bites harder. He was turned on by the pain. And so was she. Her hands find their way to his back, clawing at his skin. He moans again.
Belly is holding on for dear life. Every part of her body is on fire as he continues fucking her. There was no pain or pressure. He fit her perfectly. His cock was practically made for her. She can feel her walls clench around him and gets ready to burst.
Conrad has other plans. He gives her one last slam but stops his movements. He stays buried deep inside her as one hand grabs the back of her hair and pulls. Hard.
“Look at me.”
Bellys vision is everywhere. Everything is still so hazing even as his voice breaks through. He tugs her hair harder and Belly winces. Conrad seems to not care.
“You’re mine, you understand that?”
Belly nods and Conrad begins painfully slowly movements, pulling out and then slowly back in. His grip on her hair stays tight as she closes her eyes and tries to focus on the feeling of him. His hand leaves her hair and Belly sighs. Without missing a beat, a stinging pain comes across her face making her thighs squeeze again. His hand travels back to her hair once again.
He slapped her. Conrad had slapped her….and she’d liked it.
“Look at me!”
Bellys eyes pop open, now alert and awake. Conrad’s grip on her hair is tight as ever as he brings their faces together, noses touching.
“He could never fuck you like I do. No one can. This is my cunt.”
Conrad moves even closer making their lips only an inch apart.
“Mine.”
He kisses her and continues his rough fuck. The kiss isn’t as violent but still hungry enough for the both of them. She only lasts a few more strokes before she’s cumming on his cock. Conrad can feel her go limp and takes the opportunity to let her hair go and bring his hands to her ass. He hoists her up even higher against the wall and fucks her like a rag doll.
Belly is only able to squeal quietly as she buries her head in his neck again. She doesn’t scratch his back anymore but she shakes at the overstimulation. Conrad barely lasts long after that and Belly can feel him burst inside her.
His moans are muffled by Bellys ear pressed against his neck. Conrad takes a moment to himself. He doesn’t pull out, still buried deep inside her. He squeezes her ass once before rubbing her back.
“Belly.”
She moves from her leaning place against his neck. Her arms stay laid against his shoulders as her back meets the wall. She’s still weak as ever but tries to keep her legs tight around Conrad.
His hungry gaze is gone. Instead, it’s been replaced by a softer and more recognizable Conrad.
“You ok?”
He whispers so sweetly that it makes her wanna burst out crying. This was the boy she remembered. The boy she fell inlove with. The boy she’d lost her virginity too.
Her Conrad.
Belly musters a slight nod and Conrad chuckles. He adjusts her slightly in his grasp and he leans forward to kiss her on the cheek. Bellys heart bursts with affection at the kiss. She can feel him growing soft inside her and she shifts her hips, making his groan.
“Don’t you think you should pull out?”
Conrad shakes his head.
“Nah. I wanna increase my chances of having a house full of littles running around all day.”
Bellys heart is in her throat. She knew Conrad had done all that dirty talk about breeding her but she didn’t think he was that serious.
One part of her hated the idea. Her mothers voice screamed in her head to push him away and go to the nearest CVS for a plan B. But there was another smaller part of her that loved the idea.
Conrad was going to Stanford. He would make good money as a doctor and she could be a housewife. She could stay home and take care of their kid. Maybe even put some time aside for writing.
She blames it on the mind-blowing sex they’d just had.
She couldn’t delay her life for a kid. No matter how well the idea of it was, she knew it wasn’t the case. She still needed to complete senior year and then go to a good college and have a stable career before even thinking about babies. That was still her plan at heart.
But the small part of her that will wish she’d had the baby right then and there would always exist. The time would come though. When they’re older and set in life. When they’ve lived.
Conrad seems to catch on to her spiraling and shakes his head.
“Don’t worry. I’ll get you a plan B in the morning.”
He smiles at her and Belly just knows.
She’ll have to tell Jeremiah in the morning. She’ll have to break his heart in a million ways and she’ll hate herself but she has to do it. She owes it to him. He shouldn’t be with a girl who didn’t feel the same about him. He should be with someone who feels exactly the way she feels about Conrad. It’ll hurt him but she knows she has to do it.
Conrad’s still staring at her. He’s gone fully soft inside her. He seems to be more focused on what she’s thinking. Belly decides she had to speak now or never speak again.
“I love you.”
Belly sniffles as she says it. She watches as Conrad’s smirk only grows brighter.
“I love you too Bells.”
Belly can’t fight the contagion of his happiness and smiles as bright as him. She wastes no time leaning forward to kiss him.
Belly knew that she was still naked and he was still inside her. That her clothes were waiting for on the ground. She decides they can wait for just alittle longer.
She kisses him as lovingly as ever, trying to get him to truly understand how she feels about him.
But he knows.
He’s always known.