Grayson

warning: smut! fingering and oral (f!receiving), unprotected sex, jere and reader cheated on each other (well, you'll know the context for this)

conrad's masterlist

today was an ordinary saturday for everyone else, but not for you. you were curled up in bed, sobbing your heart out and screaming at your pillow because what laid in front of you was your laptop filled with screenshots of texts and nudes between a girl from university and your boyfriend—soon to be ex-boyfriend, jeremiah.

and to think that all these texts happened on your birthday just two weeks ago.

your doorbell suddenly rang, which took you by surprise since visitors don't usually come over on saturday. you had to decide whether to open the door or pretend to be out but went with the first option when you heard who was calling out.

jere's brother, conrad.

"are you okay?" was the first thing that came out of conrad's mouth when he saw the state you were in. you shook your head no, and he immediately sat the two of you down on your bed and hugged you so tight, you feared he might crush you.

conrad's attention shifted to the laptop and saw what was in it. you felt his body tense up, slightly trembling with rage at what he just saw.

he took deep breaths and calmed down eventually, because he realized that showing you how mad he is won't exactly help with the situation. he rubbed your back with small circles and held your head as you sobbed on his chest. "my brother's a fucking asshole. he doesn't know what he just wasted. i don't want you crying over him."

conrad took your face in between his hands and wiped your tears using his thumb. "he doesn't deserve you. you're the best girl that i— he met. you're the sweetest, most patient and caring woman that he's ever had, and i don't want you to be wasted over him. so i totally would appreciate it more if you broke up with him." he spoke with the gentlest tone he could put up. he's trying, you can tell. but buried underneath that calm expression he's showing, conrad's seething mad.

he was patient with you the whole time you told him about your suspicions, and how jere put passwords in all his devices randomly one day, and how he would leave the room when he answers a phone call. conrad's blood boiled the more you told him about his brother.

you felt his arms that were wrapped around you hold you tighter. and once you looked up at conrad, you can clearly see his jaw was clenched together. as if he's holding back from doing something he'll regret.

"what's wrong, connie? you seem tense." his eyes immediately look at yours and he shrugs. "i'm pissed, okay? i knew jere is an asshole, but i didn't expect him to be that type." you reached out to caress his cheek just to calm him down. "you don't have to be pissed. it's not like you're actually affected at all."

"well i am. he's my brother. i was supposed to look out for whatever shit he's doing and i failed. and i'm mostly pissed about the fact that he actually had the guts to do that to you." conrad sighs, going silent for a few moments before speaking again.

"fuck it," conrad mutters to himself. "i'm in love with you. and i'm so mad that jeremiah got you first, broke your heart and lied to you."

oh.

oh.

it was all starting to make sense. "he doesn't deserve you. you're the best girl that i— he met." that little slip-up from earlier. the moments he would text you and ask how you were, and when he calls you at least once a day.

and that one time jeremiah took you to his family's house in boston.

it was christmas eve, and the fishers were having a christmas dinner with the conklins.

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the moment jeremiah took you to the dining table, all eyes were on you. susannah, jere's mother, and laurel (you found out later on) immediately ran up to you and gave you a warm hug. "alright, that's enough hugging. we're hungry."

the two moms eventually pulled away and when you took a glance at the table, everyone was smiling at you. besides conrad.

he was staring at you with an expression you couldn't quite pinpoint. you were scared about whether he was secretly hating you or judging you. "jere, does he usually look like that?" jeremiah looks over to where you're faced, and he chuckles. "that's my older brother, conrad, and yeah. he's always like that. he likes you, don't worry." he kisses your forehead once before taking you to your seat.

which, ironically, is beside conrad.

"nice of you to finally show up. i can finally put a face to the name. i'm conrad, by the way." is what he says the moment you sat beside him. you tell him your name and he reaches out his hand for you to shake, which you did.

the whole dinner time, you could tell that conrad was staring at you. it wasn't in a way that made you uncomfortable, more like... observing you.

after dinner, jeremiah told you to "feel free and explore the house." which you also did.

that's when you found conrad sitting on the bench in the backyard smoking a joint. you sat beside him, he only glanced at you and not said anything. "i actually thought you were judging me the whole dinner time. kind of freaked me out." you say, just to break the silence. you take the joint as well, before inhaling the smoke and blowing it out.

your remark caused conrad to scoff, as he looked at you and admired the sight of you. "me? no, not really. i'm not one to do that. but i may have misjudged you for being an innocent girl. didn't know you could smoke." he says before taking the joint from you and brought it to his lips.

"it fucking tastes like cherry lip gloss now." you had a cherry lip gloss on, and conrad could tell.

"i'm sorry." he silently accepted your apology by bringing back the joint to your lips, letting you do your own thing as well.

minutes turned into hours, and you actually found conrad's presence comforting. he patiently listened to you ramble about university, your life and whatever's going on with you. conrad did the same as well, and you realized he's not actually that bad. he's a great person and he's surprisingly fun to talk to.

the whole time, you could tell he was staring at you but not like how he did during dinner.

it was something else.

conrad checked the time on his phone and once he saw it was late, he said he's off to bed and that you should be too. he offered to walk the two of you inside. his hand was on your lower back as you two walked. you didn't mind it too much because you only thought of it as an act of protection since it was dark already.

conrad leaves you in front of jeremiah's door, neither the two of you made a move to leave. "i'll see you tomorrow, then."

"yeah, good night." he nods once before finally letting go of you. "good night. i hope you enjoyed your first time here." conrad didn't give you enough time to reply because he was already walking to his room the moment you were about to reply.

you laid wide awake in jere's bed, thinking what the fuck just happened between you and conrad. or how unexpected it was that you managed to get along with the broodiest boy in the house.

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"why didn't you say anything?" you ask. "you were dating my brother. i didn't want to ruin what you two had." conrad simply replies and you sat up.

"you have the chance now, conrad." his eyes widened the moment you said it, somehow lighting up at the implication. "what do you mean?"

"kiss me." he didn't even hesitate once. his lips instantly crashed onto yours. hard. "you have no idea how long i've been wanting to fucking kiss you." conrad says, his voice strained. "but i hope you know i don't want to take advantage of the situation—" you cut him off by kissing him. "you're not taking advantage. i wanted this."

something inside conrad snapped. his green eyes were now almost black due to how his pupils were dilated, and he was breathing heavily. he pushed you down onto the mattress, him towering over you as your breath quickened too. "please tell me if i'm too much," his eyes seek permission from yours, and when you shake your head no, that's when he truly loses most of his control.

conrad's hand reaches for the hem of your shirt, pulling up slightly but not without your consent. once you allowed him, he pulled it off you easily. "make me forget about him, conrad. please."

conrad loses his shirt as well, and you can't help but admire the way he looks right now. just then, a loud shrill echoed throughout the whole room, and conrad was the first to get your phone. "it's jeremiah," he says with a grimace. "do you trust me?"

you nod twice before he answers the call and whispers to you, "put him on speaker, and try to sound normal." conrad then starts to kiss your neck, his mouth immediately finding your soft spot and biting the sensitive skin gently which made you cover up a soft moan.

"hey baby," jere says from the other line, making you and conrad cringe. "hey," you try to sound normal and completely oblivious about what you found out about him just today. "i miss you." conrad was quick to pull your shorts and panties down on one go, revealing your dripping core to him. "just keep talking to him, i'll take care of you." you smile at conrad and laid back down. meanwhile, jere was trying his best to catch your attention which was now shifting to conrad, and rambled about whatever shit that you can't actually understand anymore.

"did you even hear what i just said?" jeremiah was starting to sound demanding which made conrad roll his eyes in annoyance. "no, sorry. i was just doing something-" you were cut off by conrad's lips pressing directly to your cunt, which made you cover your mouth with your free hand. "seriously babe, you seem distracted."

"i'm okay. what... what were you saying again?" jere scoffs on the other line and continues. "i said i passed my finals. i can go home next week." conrad's mouth was moving faster than before. his tongue dragged up your slit, then eventually going down from your hole to your clit. a soft gasp escaped your mouth at his actions, and you felt conrad smirk against your skin.

"actually jere, can you call me back later? i'm kind of busy right now." just then, conrad's middle finger slipped inside you, and you tried your best to hold back the noise that's about to leave your mouth. conrad was the one to hang up the phone.

"screw that. i can't have my brother on the phone while i do this to you." he says before slipping another finger inside you, which slid in easily due to how wet you were. his fingers moved into you at a fast pace, which made you let out a loud moan.

"you're taking my fingers so well." he muses. his mouth lands back on you once again, which caused you to clench around him. "go faster, conrad."

he complies instantly, and now you're left gasping and trembling underneath him. your hand reaches down to grip his hair, which tells conrad you're close. "you gonna cum for me?" he mumbles against your pussy. "gonna cum, please..."

"come on, baby," conrad's fingers somehow managed to go deeper inside you, hitting your g-spot repeatedly while he's mouthing at your clit. "do it for me."

you sat up, kissed conrad as a thank you before pulling his pants down along with his boxers, revealing his length that looked like it actually hurts him. you pumped it twice, making conrad hiss before he pushed you back down and kept you ground. he positions his cock to your entrance, running it up and down your slit to spread your wetness which made you whimper. "i don't have a condom, fuck." he groans once the tip slides in. "it's okay, i'm on the pill." you breathed out and smiled at him.

he slides all the way in, and damn it. you'd be lying if you said you're not enjoying this.

conrad was bigger than jere—his length stretching you out in the best way possible. as soon as his length was buried in you, he let you adjust to his size for a moment before finally starting to thrust into you. "you feel so good, holy shit." conrad breathes out through ragged breaths.

"you gonna come fast?" you retorted with a chuckle, eyes locking on him for a brief moment before he buries himself fully inside you. "not at all," he says, grinning. "i can do this all night."