what happens every time connie smokes you out
smut mdni
it always starts like you expect. with you laying in his bed like you bought it, casually curled up in his space, talking about work or class or how your roommate left her clothes in the bathroom again. he’s at his desk rolling a blunt, a random youtube video playing on his tv, actively listening to you talk about your day.
he finishes rolling, sparks up, passes the blunt back and forth between you two until it’s finished.
at some point he moves to the bed with you, something about hearing you better or not having to reach so far to pass the blunt. he takes off his shirt under the pretense that he’s hot, then slips under the covers with you because now he’s 'cold'. he thinks he’s slick when his arm comes around your waist and presses his whole body to the back of yours.
at this point it’s only a matter of time before connie’s got you grinding your ass back against his boner while you whine in his ear about how you need him to fuck you stupid.
and who is he to deny his favorite girl what she wants?
not even 30 minutes later he’s got you face down ass up on his bed, moaning into his pillow. connie’s hand slides up your back and around to the front of your neck, fingers gently pressing into the sides.
“c’mon baby, lemme see that pretty face,” he mumbles, leaning down to speak against your ear. you shake your head and connie stops mid thrust with a tut, “please?”
you whine, turning your head to side with a pout, “what?”
“just wanted to see your pretty face mama. is that so bad?” he says, huge grin on his face as he leans in to kiss the pout on your face, hand sliding into the back of your hair to brush it from your face. "you're too cute like this."
“why’d you stop?” you mumble against his lips, feeling how his smirk widens at your question.
“mm yeah? want me to keep going, pretty?”
before you can answer he’s letting go of your hair and sitting up, pulling almost all the way out and pounding back into you repeatedly. his hands slide down your back and to your hips, holding you still while he bullies his cock into you.
every thrust sends your whole body forward, fingers curling into his sheets weakly as you let out a half moan, half gasp, "con- connie, its too much-!"
"fuck, i know, mama. but you're still taking it so perfectly," he groans, pushing your hips down till your flat on your stomach in prone. "is this better for my pretty baby?"
he definitely got his answer when the only response that came out of you was a weak, desperate moan.
god does he loves smoking you out.
short and bad ending bc i'm lazy
