š!!āā promoter connie and his sneaky link!
ā¤· ā {cw: nsfw mentioned, secret relationship trope, mentions of smoking and drinking, slight! mean connie, clubbing, cheating} Ā”! ā
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the party was packed, bass rattling the floors and the air thick with weed, liquor, and sweat. your boyfriend had been texting nonstop since you left the crib but you put that shit on DND the second you walked in. youād come out on purpose in your tiny leather dress that barely covered your ass and lifted your tits like a push up bra. you knew exactly whose party this was.
connie ran this spot, which meant free entry, free bottles, and vip like clockwork for you and your girl. having a promoter on speed dial ā especially one you were fucking ā came with perks the average bitch in line didnāt get.
sasha didnāt even have to drag you as you walked straight to the vip rope like you belonged there. āconnie! let us up,ā sasha called as you both approached the vip section that was closed off to everyone connie didnāt know.
he was leaned against the railing like he owned the city, skin glowing under the neon, fresh fade, neat goatee, and tattoos running down both arms. his eyes dragged over you slow, taking in the dress like he was already picturing it on his floor as a smirk tugged at his mouth.
ābet. yāall good,ā he said, voice low as he unclipped the rope. when you brushed past he leaned in, cologne and weed hitting you. ādamnā¦ you look good as hell.ā
you never blush or play shy with connie. you just smirked back and let your hand graze his chest on the way through. loyalty to your boyfriend? youād stopped pretending it mattered the first night you let connie take you home.
connie got the bottle service popping quick and slid right into the booth next to you, arm slung behind your shoulders, fingers brushing your bare shoulder like it was already his. you flirted heavy, bold as hell, biting your lip while your hand rested on his chest, nails lightly dragging.
āyou always come through dressed like you tryna start problems?ā he asked, lips close to your ear. you turned, brushing your mouth against his jaw. āonly when i know iāll get handled right. iām goinā with you tonight or what?ā
he chuckled, low and quick. āyou already know the answer to that.ā
the night got blurry in the best way. you danced on him in vip, back to his chest, ass grinding slow and deliberate while his hands gripped your hips like he was holding on for dear life. his goatee brushed your naked shoulder as he muttered, ākeep doing that and we not making it out this club.ā
you laughed, turned in his arms, and looked him dead in the eyes. āthen stop playing and take me now.ā
by 2 a.m. you were in the backseat of his black bmw, windows fogged the fuck up. dress shoved around your waist, riding him deep and nasty while the muffled bass from the club thumped outside. his hands squeezed your ass hard, pulling you down on every stroke. āshitā¦ just like that,ā he groaned, goatee brushing your collarbone. āyou tryna drain me tonight?ā
you smirked, nails digging into his shoulders. āthought you could keep up, con.ā
he flipped you quick, stroking harder and meaner. ākeep talking shit then.ā
after you both came, legs shaky, he drove you straight back to his spot. the second the door closed he had you bent over the kitchen island, dress still bunched around your waist, fucking you hard and fast. then he carried you to his bed and took his time, going slower, deeper, until the sky started turning gray.
morning came too fast as he dropped you a couple blocks from home, tinted windows hiding everything. your phone was blowing up the whole ride and when he asked about it, you let him know with zero hesitation about the man waiting for you inside.
connie just smirked. āitās cool. i aināt the police.ā
that was yāallās routine. late night āyou up?ā texts. quickies in the bmw when you lied about being out with the girls. drunken words while he had you spread in the passenger seat. āi got a boyfriend, connieā¦ this shit is fucked up.ā
he never stopped stroking, just gripped your thighs tighter. āthen stop texting me when you wet, ma. or donāt. iām not complaininā.ā he had other women he fucked and didnāt give a single fuck if any of them found out about each other . if they started tweaking heād call them lame to their face and shut it down quick. āyou knew what this was. donāt act stupid now.ā
you kept coming back anyway, because you liked the game. liked the perks. liked how he didnāt pretend to be anybodyās boyfriend.
a couple weeks in the guilt finally cracked you. you ended things with your boyfriend for good, no explanation about connie. the same night you were right back in his passenger seat like nothing had changed, heart racing as he smirked at you in the dark. he didnāt ask questions when you told him, just reached over, gripped your thigh, and said, āgood. now you can stop pretending you donāt belong over here.ā
tonight, the club lights flash across your skin as you straddle his lap in the dim corner of vip. the leather booth sticks to the back of your thighs from the heat. bass vibrates through your body while connieās hands slide under your dress, gripping your bare ass with zero shame, fingers digging in possessively. his goatee brushes your jaw as he leans in, voice low and rough against your ear.
āso you really single now?ā he murmurs, that mean little smirk on his lips. āno more running to answer his texts while my dick still in you?ā
you grind down slow against the hard bulge in his jeans, feeling him twitch. the crowded club feels miles away. āyeah,ā you breathe, nails dragging up the back of his neck. āand i want this dick whenever i feel like it.ā
connieās grip tightens, pulling you harder against him. āthatās what the fuck iām talkinā about.ā his thumb slips between your thighs, teasing right where youāre already soaked. āletās get the fuck out of here before i bend you over this booth.ā
back at his place later, the lights are dim and the room smells like weed and sex. heās got you on your back in his bed, legs wrapped tight around his waist while he strokes deep and steady. youāre being extra nasty tonight ā back arching off the mattress, nails raking down his back, and moaning his name every time he hits it right.
connieās eyes are low and dark, watching you like heās enjoying the show. in his head the thought hits clear: wanna thank the last manā¦ taught my bitch what she know. might have to send him a thank you card.
he reaches over to the nightstand without missing a stroke, grabs the half smoked blunt, and lights it. takes a long pull, cherry glowing, then leans down and blows the smoke straight into your mouth. you inhale deep, eyes locked on his, letting the haze hit while he keeps fucking you slow and deliberate.
āfuckā¦ thatās it,ā he mutters, voice rough, smoke curling between you. ākeep takinā this dick just like that. loud as you want, baby. aināt nobody here but me.ā
you moan into the next kiss, tasting weed and henny on his tongue, hips rolling up to meet every thrust. connie chuckles against your lips and grips your thigh harder, spreading you wider.
āyou gettinā greedy on me already?ā he teases, thrusting deeper just to watch your eyes flutter. āgood. i like when you act like you canāt get enough.ā
a/n: connie with a goatee has been on my mind and i couldnāt help it š©
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