you’re just moving around the house, moomoo swaying near your french tip toes, fabric soft and light with every step. you’re tidying up, straightening the living room, then heading into the kitchen to check on what’s cooking. the stove is warm, a pot bubbling while you stir.
you don’t even notice it at first, but connie’s been staring. from his spot on the couch, tv on but long forgotten, his eyes never leave the way your moomoo hugs you when you bend over. it flows loose and easy until you stand back up, then it clings in between your ass for just a second, enough to make him bite his lip.
every trip you make past him, his gaze follows. the sound of the tv doesn’t matter. what matters is the way your hips sway, the little drag of fabric on the floor, the soft flash of your skin when the hem shifts too high.
you glance over once, catching him. “connie, you not even watchin your show no more.”
he leans back against the couch, grinning like he’s got nothing to hide. “can you blame me, mama? moomoo doin god’s work right now.”
you roll your eyes, trying to keep your focus, turning back to stir the pot. but you can feel his stare drilling into your back, heavy, greedy.
“you gon burn my dinner if you don’t quit distractin’ me,” you warn, shaking your head.
connie laughs low, stretching out, arm hanging over the back of the couch. “girl, forget the food… i’m tryna be full off you.”
you sigh, pretending to ignore him, when you suddenly feel him move. his footsteps shuffle across the hardwood, and before you can protest, his arms are around your waist, pulling you into him from behind.
“connie…” you mutter, trying to sound stern, but his voice is already brushing against your ear.
“i ain’t startin, ma,” he murmurs, lips ghosting your jaw. “i’m finishing.”
his hands tug at the fabric of your moomoo, hands sliding up the back of your thighs. you grab his wrist quickly, giving him a sharp look over your shoulder. “don’t be nasty in my kitchen.”
he only smirks, kissing your cheek, his palm cupping your ass through the thin fabric. “kitchen already hot, might as well let me turn it up.”
before you can swat at him again, he’s lifting you clean off your feet, the spoon clattering against the stove as you squeal.
“connie!”
he throws you over his shoulder, laughing when you kick lightly at his chest. “dinner can wait,” he says as he moves the pot off the burning eye and starts walking you straight to the couch. “i can’t.”
he drops you onto your feet near the couch, moomoo in a messy flutter. you barely catch your breath before he’s dropping onto his back into the couch, eyes dark, hands reaching for your thighs.
“connie, i swear—”
“shhh,” he cuts you off, dragging his hand under the moomoo up to your hips, kissing every inch of skin he has access to on the way. “sit down, ma. stop playin.”
before you can protest, he’s pulling you onto him by your hips and wrapping his arms around your thighs while you settle onto his face. with no hesitation his mouth is on you, tongue working like he’s been starving. your gasp breaks sharp, head falling back, your moomoo slipping off one shoulder while his hands hold your ass down on his face.
“papa—oh my god—” your voice cracks, nails digging into the cushions.
he groans into you, the sound vibrating against your clit, making your whole body jolt. the wet and messy sounds echo in the room, filling it with nothing but your moans and the obscene rhythm of him devouring you.
“slow down, i can’t—” you beg, but he doesn’t stop. if anything, he pulls you harder onto his face, refusing to let you escape.
the pressure builds fast, your thighs shaking, stomach tightening, and then you’re gone. orgasm crashing through you, loud and messy, hips grinding helplessly against his mouth as you cry out his name.
he holds you down through every wave, licking and sucking until your body goes limp, and moomoo clinging damply to your sides. when you finally look down, dazed, he’s grinning up at you with his chin glistening.
before you can catch your breath, he leans back against the couch arm, dick hard and straining against his sweats. he pats his lap, smirk lazy. “c’mon, ma. hop on.”
your legs are still shaky, but the hunger in his eyes drags you forward. you climb onto him and turn your back to him, moomoo bunched high at your waist again, and sink down onto his dick with a shuddering gasp.
“fuck,” connie groans, head tipping back. “that’s it. ride me just like that.”
you brace your hands on his thighs, bouncing slow at first, hips grinding. the couch creaks under the rhythm, your moans spilling louder.
then you hear it—the click of his phone unlocking. you glance back over your shoulder, wide eyed. “connie…”
he’s already holding it up, camera angled perfectly. your ass bouncing, his dick disappearing inside you, the moomoo clinging around your waist. “don’t look at me like that,” he pants. “you know i gotta save this.”
heat burns through you at the thought, making your pace quicken. the thrill of being recorded has your walls clenching tight around him, juices running down his thighs.
“that’s right,” he groans, free hand gripping your hip while the other films. “show out for me. show me how bad you need it.”
each bounce is louder than the last, the wet sound of skin on skin filling the air. the moomoo keeps fluttering around you, but all the camera sees is your ass working him like you’re made for it.
“goddamn, ma,” he hisses, biting his lip. “look at you—riding like you tryna kill me.”
you feel your orgasm building again, body trembling, and he knows it. he drops the phone low enough to keep the shot steady while his hand smacks down hard on your ass.
“cum for me baby,” he growls, voice breaking. “right fuckin now.”
you fall apart with a sharp cry, body seizing, cunt tightening around him as your orgasm drags you under. connie snarls, hips snapping up into you, the camera catching every second of your collapse.
“shit, i’m boutta cum—” he chokes, eyes glued to the screen as his own orgasm hits. “fuck, take it, ma, take all this nut.”
he holds you down hard, pumping into you until he’s spilling deep and messy. his thrusts grow sloppy, and he groans loud, phone tilted just enough to catch the creamy drip when he pulls back, showing it off like a prize.
he smacks your ass again, softer now, rubbing the sting out as he laughs breathlessly. “look at you. messy as hell and still the prettiest thing i ever seen. whole movie star in this moomoo, swear to god.”
the video ends with your moans and his laugh tangled together.
later, when you both regain your breath, he picks you up and carries you to the bathroom. he cleans you carefully with a warm rag, whispering soft praise as he goes. “my mamas. did so good for me. took it all like a pro.”
you slip back into your moomoo, the fabric flowing around you again like none of it happened.
back in the kitchen, you finish cooking the forgotten food, still flushed but steady now. connie leans against the island, breaking down weed, his fingers quick and practiced as he rolls.
he watches you for a beat, grin spreading across his face. “crazy how that moomoo had me riskin dinner like that. shit should come with a warning label.”
you look over your shoulder, laughing. “you so dumb.”
he licks the blunt closed, sparking it up. “dumb for you, though. can’t even front.”
the kitchen fills with smoke and the smell of food, the sound of your quiet humming mixing with the faint crackle of his blunt. connie exhales, lazy grin back on his face as his eyes wander down to the way your moomoo sways around your toes again.
“yeah,” he mutters, smirk tugging at his lips. “dinner and dessert, all in one night.”
you set the table simple, bowls and glasses clinking against the wood while connie takes his last hits. the food’s hot, steam curling up from the pot, and you plate it while he leans back in the island chair, blunt dangling lazy between his fingers.
“smell good, ma,” he says, eyes half lidded as he exhales a cloud toward the ceiling. “you really gon spoil me—feed me, fuck me, and tuck me in after?”
you shake your head, laughing as you slide his plate in front of him. “you act like you deserve all that.”
he grins, pointing at himself with the blunt. “i do though. i’m constance, baby.”
you roll your eyes but sit across from him, and for a while it’s just the sound of forks against plates and connie humming approval between bites. he leans back when he’s done, belly full, blunt relit, the smoke curling soft around the two of you.
after dinner, you rinse the dishes quick, moomoo swaying around your ankles, before he tugs at your nightgown. “c’mon. couch. show’s still playin.”
he flops down first, spreading out like he owns the whole thing, and you settle against him. his arm goes over your shoulder, blunt in his other hand as he scrolls back to whatever episode he pretended to watch earlier.
“see, i missed half of this ‘cause of you,” he teases, pressing a kiss to your hairline. “moomoo came through and ruined my concentration.”
“you ruined your own concentration,” you mutter, curling into his side.
he chuckles, passing you the blunt, eyes flicking between the screen and you. “yeah… worth it, though.”
the room glows dim from the tv, soft smoke in the air, your belly warm from dinner and body still humming from earlier. connie’s laughter bubbles up now and then at the show, his chest shaking under your cheek. his fingers drum lazy circles on your arm, like he can’t stop touching you even when he’s focused on the screen.
at some point, your eyes get heavy, the soft rhythm of his breathing and the low murmur of the tv pulling you under. he notices, glancing down with a small smile.
“sleepy already?” he whispers, brushing a hand down your side.
you mumble something that sounds like “mmm,” and he laughs quietly, kissing the top of your head.
“sleep tight, ma. i’ll finish the episode for both of us.”
and he does—smoking slow, eyes on the screen, you tucked under his arm in your moomoo, until the credits roll and the night feels complete.
𐙚⋆. synopsis: you told yourself that you’d never give it up for your plug but what happens when that paycheck is late? it’s time to give up that twat to connie!
the screeching sound of the grinder is what gets you, that hollow scrape of metal against metal rough against the circular grind that gives you nothing. you stare into the empty chamber of your grinder, at the few sad grains of keef clinging to the screen. it's bone dry like your bank account and your phone lights up on the coffee table, the notification practically taunting you.
low balance: $14.32
the thought of two long days until your next paycheck and that familiar acidic worry curls in your stomach because it's been a long week– hell, a long month, and all you wanted was to relax and to let the weed blur out the stress for a bit but you can't afford that right now.
your options are trash: ‘borrow money you can't pay back?’, ‘spend the next few days tense and irritated?’, or... the last option. the one option you shoved into the back of your mind like a glass case labeled "IN CASE OF EMERGENCY"
you swore you'd never do it and the idea was never spoken of but just something underneath the surface of how your plug acted. the extra long looks, the random discount he didn't have to give, and his occasional flirty responses were the pretty privileges you had with connie.
he never pushed, never asked, and never said anything out loud but you weren't stupid. you knew if you ever hit him up while broke then he'd take payment another way and you swore you'd never get that desperate but desperation is ugly and persistent as it wears you down and strips your pride until need is the only thing left.
the worst part is he's not even unattractive but he's fine as hell with his perfect teeth smiles, soft eyes, and lean but muscular build. it wouldn't be awful but it would just be... a trade. your hands slightly shake while you grab your phone and start typing with your heartbeat loud in your ears as every letter feels like you're crossing a line you swore you wouldn't.
u in the area?
the message sends as the blue bubble sits there and you hold your breath. now, you hope he won't answer that maybe something will save you from this even though you’ve already sent the text but the typing bubbles show up instantly.
for u? always. need me to drop?
your stomach sinks at the quick response. it’s like he knows your schedule and he's just waiting for you to text him. you can't bring yourself to write the real truth so you type something simpler.
yeah. my place.
his reply comes back fast - too fast.
omw
you've got maybe fifteen minutes. fifteen minutes to shower, brush your teeth, make yourself look decent, and to mentally prepare for what you're about to do. you move on autopilot as the hot shower does nothing to rinse off the shame creeping over you. after your shower, you throw on a clean tee shirt and shorts, the fabric feeling flimsy like they're not doing anything for you. you remind yourself it's just sex, just a physical trade for something you want - something you need.
when the knock comes, it's soft but it makes you jump. you take a breath and force a smile that feels wrong as you open the door and there he is. connie springer, standing there with his usual relaxed grin and he's holding a small paper bag but he doesn't hand it over. his eyes do a quick but slow scan of you from your damp hair to your bare legs then back to your face.
"hey," he says, voice eerily casual. "long time no see."
"hey, connie," you manage to get out even though the words were thin. "come in."
he steps inside and you close the door behind him. the soft click feels heavier than it should as your place suddenly feels small and the air dense with tension. he doesn't walk to the living room but he just stands in the entryway while watching you.
"so," he says while shifting a little. his smile is gone and his expression is neutral as he observes every inch of you. "paycheck running late this month or what?"
the bluntness hits straight to the bone as you feel heat crawl up your neck. "something like that," you say quietly as your eyes dropped to a scuff on the floor. "that's tough." he steps closer and you smell his cologne. "you know i look out for my favorite customers."
you force yourself to meet his eyes as his stare is steady and unblinking. this is the moment, he's putting the offer on the table, and he knows you don't have leverage.
"i don't have much cash right now," you say, the words thick and humiliating.
"i know," he says with a gentler tone this time. he lifts a hand and brushes a strand of hair off your cheek and the touch is barely there but it sends a shiver down your spine. "we can figure something out."
and he did figure something out as you now lay on your naked stomach with your face pressed into your pillow and your heart pounding a frantic rhythm against your ribs. you hear the rustle of his clothing and the soft thud of his shoes hitting the floor. the mattress dips behind you and the warmth of his body presses against your back. his weight is grounding as he leans down next to you while propped up on one elbow as one hand strokes your back from your shoulders down to the curve of your waist.
"relax," he murmurs with his voice close to your ear. "this is the fun part."
his fingers hook into the waistband of your underwear as he pulls them down your legs. you kick them off, the last barrier between you now gone and a cool draft hits your skin raising goosebumps. he shifts and you feel his knee nudge your legs apart.
his fingers, now slick with saliva, find your aching hole and you jolt as he slides one inside, then two, his touch shockingly intimate. he moves slowly at first while stretching you and getting you used to the feel of him. you bury your face deeper into the pillow as a muffled sound of protest and pleasure escaped your throat.
"you're so tight," he groans as his own breathing grows heavier. "so wet for me."
he pulls his fingers out and you hear the sound of him unwrapping a condom. a second later, you feel the blunt tip of his cock pressing against your entrance and you tense while bracing yourself.
"look at me," he says.
you turn your head as your eyes meet his in the dim light. his face is taut with desire as his jaw clenches. he's not smiling anymore and it’s replaced with pure lust. he pushes into you in one slow thrust as a cry is torn from your throat, a mix of pain and pleasure. he's thick and filling you completely. he stays still for a moment while letting you adjust to the feeling of him inside you as his hips are flush against the round of your ass.
then, he begins to move and it's a slow but steady rhythm. the sound of his skin slapping against yours fills the small room as he keeps his eyes locked on yours while watching every flicker of emotion on your face. it's intense and unnerving to the point you feel like a specimen under a microscope.
but your body, that betrayer, is responding to every thrust as a wave of pleasure builds deep inside you, overriding the shame and the regret. you close your eyes trying to lose yourself in the sensation but he won't let you.
"no," he grunts as his hand comes up to cup your jaw while forcing you to look at him. "i want to watch you cum." he increases his pace as his thrusts become harder and deeper. he's hitting a spot inside you that makes your vision swim and your toes curl. you can't hold back the sounds anymore as soft moans spill from your lips with every thrust.
his control finally breaks as his eyes squeeze shut and a low growl rumbles in his chest. his thrusts become frantic and desperate as he chases his release. you feel the pleasure building, a tight coiling knot in your core and it's close. so close. he thrusts into you one last time, his whole body going rigid as he comes with a guttural groan that echoes in the quiet room. you feel your own release shatter through you and a wave of heat comes over you that leaves you trembling and feeling boneless.
he collapses on top of you as his weight presses you into the mattress and his ragged breaths hot against your neck. you lie there, limp and dazed, as the smell of sex and sweat is thick in the air. after a few moments, he rolls off you and the sudden absence of his warmth is jarring. you hear him moving around the room while getting dressed and you don't move nor do you turn to look but you just lie there while listening to the sounds of the ‘transaction’ ending.
the mattress dips again as he sits on the edge and you feel something land softly on the sheet beside your head. "that should last you a while," he says as his voice goes back to its usual nonchalant tone. "it’s a half ounce. my best shit."
you turn your head slightly and a tight baggie of green sits there, a stark contrast to your pink pillowcase. "hit me up when you run out," he says as he leans over and plants a quick but passionless kiss on your cheek and then he's gone as the front door clicks shut leaving an unnerving silence. your apartment smells like him and on your stained sheets the baggie of weed still sits like a trophy. you reach out as your fingers close around it and the plastic crinkles.
you got what you needed so why do you feel so empty? and why is a small part of you already wondering when you'll see him next?
connie who is too quick to say goodbye to everyone at the halloween party even if you were only there for an hour because the raven costume you were wearing looked so good on you.
"ou-..put that fuckin' pussy on me baby"
your elbows rested on the parcel shelf with your head hung and buried in your hands while your boyfriend grunted profanities into your ear. strong tattooed hands squeezed and spread your ass apart to help you get it in a little deeper.
"that shit feels so fuckin' good mama..look so pretty ridin that dick"
your boyfriends voice rasped as he let all his thoughts translate right from his cock and out of his mouth, his thick brows furrowed as he watched your puffy pussy slide on and off his thick cock. picked your head up and placed your hands onto his shoulders, rubbing at them.
both of you held a deep lust filled eye contact with one another while you rode him now, going all the way up to his tip and then back down to his pelvis. connie tugged his lip between his teeth like it was going to stop him from moaning out loud anyway.
"you gon make me nut in you sweetheart.."
“hnngh”
connie whispered something, probably another profanity and something about him cumming as his head fell back.
"gon make daddy give you a fuckin' baby, mama..that’s what you want? you want a baby for halloween?"
your boyfriend asked you like he was gonna give you a chance to answer, wrapping his arm around your waist and thrusting his hips up into you. your hand was quick to press against the foggy window for more support.
Tattoo artist!Connie loves slow sex. He loves whispering in your ear, he loves hearing the low moans you let out every time he slow pushes inside of you. He loves watching your face contort into nothing but pure ecstasy.
Connie’s size is definitely a 5-6, maybe even a half longer, and girthy. And the way he uses his fingers is just heavenly.
In doggy style his hand definitely slides up from the smalls of your back all the way to the back of your neck while slowly, but deeply, thrusting in and out of you.
And he makes noise! We not gonna act like Connie don’t make noises in bed. That man will let you know that he’s enjoying and present in the moment!
author's note : title inspired by west side from ariana grande <3 this fic was so fun to write omg + I almost fell in love with the version of Connie i wrote... Also I wasn't sure about the spanish pet names but let's embrace this. Ty for reading let me know what you think!!
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You're drunk, not embarrassing yourself type drunk, just quiet, laughing at your friends conversation drunk. It's bottomless brunch after all so who cares whether you are wasted at noon or not. Another margarita is coding your way and an idea sparks in your head.
"Who's got a cigarette ?" you talk over your friend's voices. They grunt in unisson scolding your name.
"You need to stop mixing poison like that" Marco scolds from your right side, taking the drink from your hands. You roll your eyes, an easy smile playing on your lips.
"Well ladies I need to pee so behave while I'm away" you joke, stradling Jean's toned thigh so you can get out of the table. His hands caress your naked back as you stand up.
Your comment earns you disapproving stares and laughs from the table.
"Need me to come with ? Doesn't really look like you can stand on your own" Annie remarked from her seat.
"I'll be just fine don't worry" you chirp making your way to the smoking area.
Something about being drunk always makes you crave a nice cold cigarette. You're not a regular smoker that's why you allow yourself one from time to time.
The smell of nicotine floods your senses and you close your eyes in delight, surely a kind soul is going to let you borrow one. Who would deny a pretty girl like you?
This part of the restaurant is equally pretty as the rest. Marco picked it for you guys and he always had good taste. It is an outdoor type of place, lawned grass, colorful flowers and exotic trees. A white circular gazebo is the centerpiece of the area, vines are wrapped around the forged steel, and the sun rays beautify it.
Why does the smoking area look like a wedding venue ? Drunk you think it is really funny, walking faster and giggling. The other smokers scattered on the lawn giving you curious looks.
The inside of the white structure has equally white benches disposed in circles. A man about your age is sitting there, the object of your desire burning in his right hand.
"Hey, do you have a cigarette ?" you inquire with the most charming smile you can muster, not sure about what it ends up looking like though.
Said boy lifts his head up, meeting your eyes, He is cute with his overgrown grey buzz cut and hazel eyes.
"Sure" he says, handing you the marlboro pack, you take a stick from it, sitting on the left side of the handsome stranger. You thank him again as he hands you a lighter as well.
"Don't you think this place is overkill for a smoking area ?" you comment, lighting up the cigarette as you look around still in drunk disbelief.
A chuckle comes from your right "Well it is always better than a shady back alley right ?, the wok down the street made me wash my shoes before i got back in"
"Well, cheers to that" you giggle, finally bringing the cigarette to your glossy lips. "What's your name by the way ?" You ask, fully looking at him.
"The name's Connie " you give your name to him and a smile forms on his face "It is nice to meet you" turning his head to the side you only notice now that he has a pink flower colored in his hair. You giggle, bringing your fingers to trace it.
"I know it's all crooked but my siblings did it, they're 4 and 6 for the records" he laughs, stubbing the end of his cigarette on the sole of his shoes.
"Can I see the other side ? " you demand, now raking your nails against his skull.
Another thing you crave when you are drunk is physical contact... Unfortunately Connie is receptive to it, leaning in your hand to show you the other side of his head.
"Nothing here, just piercings" Double helix, rook and triple lobe, oh that man is a whore. And gold suits him well.
"Look at mine" you say, extending your neck for him to take a look. Warm fingers push stray hair behind your ear and he whistles looking at the gold rings going from your lobe up to the top of your ear. His reaction makes you giggle and you nod your head.
"Yup, that cost me four month of sleep, and I don't even regret it" you take another drag from the nicotine stick.
Your hand is still in his hair, you pull lightly and he yelps
"Ouch!"
"Sorry! It's just that they are the perfect length to pull, and i don't think I ever met someone with short hair like that" You apologize, instinctively taking your hand out of his head The words fly out of your mouth before you can even stop them, you must sound like an idiot, what is so special about short hair ?
"What are you a cat ?" he jokes, running a hand over the spot you pulled. You laugh with him and relax that he's not mad, after all you guys are still strangers.
"I mean, I would purr for you" you laugh again but this time he doesn't follow you.
Why do you keep talking ?
His eyebrows shot up and his head turns to the side, "Yeah ? You would ? " a cheshire grin seizes his face as you close your eyes in embarrassment.
"I don't know what's in these cigarettes but it is strong" you try to gain your dignity back, but being honest with yourself, you know that you meant what you said.
A whole heartedly laugh comes from Connie's chest and you don't mind anymore. The conversation with him goes smoothly, you didn't mean to stay this long but he offered another cigarette and then another as the conversation digressed to various subjects.
Your legs are now horizontally on top of his thighs, one of his hands resting on it drawing abstract shapes.
"Do you want to kiss?" you ask after a beat of silence. Connie gives you a lopsided smile.
"It is not in my nature to refuse anything to a pretty girl, but you are drunk muñequita" he scolds, pinching your thigh.
"Ow" you jump at the stinging sensation.
"Another time, I promise" pushing your legs off him he stands up, extending his hand to you. "Let me walk you back to your table, yeah ?" you nod, grabbing his hand to stand, after a few steps, you link your arm to his.
Getting close to your table, you noticed that Jean has taken your previous spot, leaned against Marco, his eyes sparkles listening intently to whatever he's saying. These two should hurry up and get with each other, you think taking one more step in their direction. You squeeze Connie's biceps signaling him that you have arrived at your destination.
" I was going to ask where the hell you've been but I got my answer now" Reiner mocks taking another sip from his drink. "It's nice to see you Springer" he greets, holding his palm to Connie.
"Good to see you too Braun, and Hoover, Leonhart Bott, Kirschtein" he lists your friend, offering them a smile, except for Jean, who stands up and the two of them give each other a quick hug. Wait what ?
"You guys know each other ?" you ask dumbfounded
"What do you think ?" you hear Jean say with his usual sassiness, sitting back down
"Oh shut up" you groan, taking back your place next to him.
"Who are you here with ?" Jean asks
"Sasha, Eren and the lesbians" he laughs, running a hand through his hair. The whole table laugh as well. "I better go before they fill a missing person report, enjoy your lunch guys" he adds waving to the table, his gaze lingers on you and you hold back a smile, waving back, once he's on his way, you turn to Jean with pulled eyebrows.
"Why did you never tell me you have fine ass friends like that ? " you start, brow pinched. As an answer Jean kicks you under the table, pinching your eyebrows even further you kick him back harder, when Connie's voice reaches your ear. You freeze,oops.
"You got my lighter ?" kicking Jean one more time for good measure you turn around meeting Connie's eyes
"Uh yeah, I do" Looking down at the table, you remember not taking your purse for your "Toilet break", fishing it from the confines of your breasts you push it into his hand. "Here, kept it warm for you" you smile looking up at him.
"Appreciate it" He returns your smile squeezing the lighter. before taking his final leave.
You watch his form disappear, letting out a long sigh, you want him so bad.
"You don't even try to be subtle about it" Annie snickers.
"Subtle about what ?" you shrug your shoulders, cutting a slice of your pancake with the same proud grin on your face.
"I got to say the lighter trick was impressive" Bertholdt admitted, giving you a thumbs up.
Another fit of laughter around the table and you stuff your face with the fluffy crepe.
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Realising that Connie was gravititating in the same friend's group as you made you think that you would meet him again sooner. You have found his instagram, twitter and even spotify.
It was easily found through Jean's following, you couldn't help but think that he could've been looking for you too. Feeling down every time the new follower notification didn't end up being him. You don't want to follow him first since you remember quite making a fool of yourself last time you saw him. Maybe he wasn't interested at all and you just threw yourself at him like some desperate drunkyard.
Until one day, Niccolo and Sasha invited the group over to inaugurate their new shared apartment, especially the kitchen since Niccolo will be cooking for you all . As you take off your coat and shoes, you can see a familiar buzzcut in the living room.
"Fuck" you murmur, face dipped into the coat you just hung.
"What ?" Jean asks, fixing his mullet.
"Connie's here" you murmur
"With the show you put on last time I thought you'd be more happy" he laughs tapping your back.
"I was drunk and now I'm sober, so this is very embarrassing"
"Yeah, what did you do ?"
"I'm not telling you! You will make fun of me until the day I die"
"I will regardless, better ask Connie directly, he'll be happy about it"
You scold his name but he's already greeting the ones already there with his loud usual obnoxiousness. You brace yourself, taking a deep breath before following his lead.
Dinner goes well, the food is delicious. Their large dinner table made you sit five and five in front of each other. Jean, Eren, Armin Reiner and Sasha on one side You ,Annie Mikasa Bertholdt Connie on the other.Niccolo sat at the end of the table not to bother anyone when making his back and forth to the kitchen.
You're grateful not to have Connie in your line of sight, but every time your eyes met Jean he would wiggle his eyebrows or make a kissy face. Asshole, at some point you stop lifting your gaze from the plate all at once "Are you grounded ? " Annie asked, sipping on her wine. You elbowed her and the dinner went on.
After a hearty meal, the friend group is scattered over the living room, some on the floor, others on the couch. Bertholdt is sleeping, head resting on Annie's knees, Niccolo and Sasha are snuggled up, chatting with Armin and Jean, Eren is busy pulling at Mikasa's space bun every time she turns her head away from him. You and Reiner are slumped against each other, not having it in you to have the slight conversation.
And Connie, well Connie sat opposite of you, his gaze followed you at all times, you stole a few glances at him when he was engaged in conversations with the others, he would quickly turn his attention on you but you shied away looking elsewhere.
"I could do another glass of water," Reiner says, swirling around the few drops left in his current glass.
"I got you" you urge snatching it from his hand as you rush towards the kitchen, not able to bear the weight of Connie's gaze anymore.
Hands parted on the side of the sink you let a long exhale out, closing your eyes. Part of you feels bad, you were all over him at brunch and now you can't even look his way without squirming.
"Are you avoiding me ?" you hear from behind you.
Turning around, no other than Connie stands there, arm propped up on the doorframe. You're getting a full look at him for the first time tonight and god he is fine, the short sleeve shirt he's wearing reveals his well defined arms and tattoos. You feel a heartbeat in your pussy. Shameful you divert your gaze elsewhere, one more time.
"No, n-not at all" you stutter filling Reiner's glass.
Connie approaches you, turning your body to face his.
"Yeah? Why can't you look me in the eyes then ?" he asks, caging your body as he places his hand on the counter behind you.
"You know why" you chortle, eyes slowly traveling up his chest until you meet his hazel eyes.
"There she is" a smile spread on his face showing off all white teeth.
"It's just I remember some of the things I've said and done at brunch and... well that was quite embarrassing for a first encounter" you admit
"I remember seeing you around before that " Your head tilts to the side at his word, surely you would have remembered a man like him "At Reiners after party to celebrate his new positions ? I don't blame you for not placing it, you were with someone else, blond guy ?"
The friend group doesn't lack blong men but there's only a few you have dated "Colt ? Yeah we're not a thing anymore"
"May I ask why ?"
"Hmm, no particular reason. He was a good boy, maybe too much ?" you conclude scrunching your face.
"You don't like good boys ?" Connie inquires, pressing his hips into yours.
"On the contrary, but he needs to have other things to offer"
"I see, I see, were you purring for him ?" he adds with a shit eating grin. Mortification washes over you closing your eyes, head hanging low, as your forehead knocks against his chest. You feel it vibrating with laughter.
This is one of the few things you remember telling him when you were drunk.
"Come on, you know I had to say it" he laughs patting the top of your hair. "Let's play a game, I'll give you a sentence and you tell me if that was you or the tequila speaking"
"Another plan to humiliate me further " you ask playfully, resting your elbows on the counter, still framed by his hands. Your skins touches, another heartbeat in your pussy.
"So when you said you would purr for me ?"
"Me, tequila just made sure everyone has to know"
"I'll thank her for that"
The more questions he asks the more confident you get, allowing your knee to go up his thigh, slowly travelling to his crotch as the questions goes on. It is your turn to ask something now.
"If I remember correctly, you said you'd kiss me when I'm sober so ? What are you waiting for ?"
"I'm a man of my word, come here" One of his hands comes to the back of your neck as his soft lips take over yours. The kiss is slow, torturously slow, you like that,it gives you the time to taste him, or his last drink,cherry cola.
His hand squeezes your neck, you moan into the kiss giving him access to your tongue,as he gently caresses it with slow motions. Your body moves on its own, bucking against him, your knee pressing into his growing bulge. Connie inserts one of his thighs between yours so every single motion makes you grind against it. The groan he let out makes your whole body shiver, no doubt he felt the way you are already wet for him. The grip on your neck intensifies.
Mimicking him, you let one of your hands fly to his hair, pulling at the short strands.He groans again,but you don't stop until the kiss is broken, head tilted back. Connie's lips are parted, breath heavy as he looks down at you with hooded eyes.
"Tongue" you say, gaze fixated on his mouth. Connie obliges, sticking the pink muscle out. A smile crosses your face from his obedience. Approaching your face you suck his tongue into your mouth, still holding firmly his hair. A mix of your saliva is dripping down your chin but you couldn't care less. Placing your other hand on his butt you squeeze him impossibly closer to you.
"You two horndogs are really going at it in the kitchen ?" Jean's voice startles you, as you part from Connie.
You let out an exasperated sigh when you see him standing next to the fridge.
"Oh don't look at me like that you let Reiner parched in the living room" he grins looking at Connie being pressed against you.
Oh, right, that is why you came to the kitchen in the first place.
"We're not in the desert he'll be fine" you grumble, wiping your chin.
"Probably but I'm not sure Sasha and Niccolo would be too happy with you two inaugurating their kitchen before they had the chance." His sentence makes the two of you part physically. The sight of the tent in Connie's pants makes you smile, you could feel bad knowing he'll have to go back to the living room like that, but you're proud of yourself.
"Well I better get big boy his water" Grabbing the glass from the counter you make your way to the exit, shooting Connie a wink, he flashes you a smile.
Reiner gives you a curious look when you sit back handing him his water. After a moment Jean and Connie reappear in the living room, this time he sits right next to you. Your shoulders are touching.
When Sasha starts to fall asleep the group decides to call it a night. When you came home that evening you had a new message from an unknown number.
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Jean : Are you and Connie in a relationship ? I swear he can't stop talking about you.
That is what you like to hear, you type back, smile growing on your face.
You: Like everyone else ! And no we're not a thing.
A bold faced lie when you're currently ubering to his place (he paid) and you spent your free time from the last few weeks exclusively with him.
Jean : So full of yourself as usual... But just be careful ok ?
You: Yes we will be wearing condoms dw
No you don't plan to.
Jean : Just tacky and classless ew
You laugh reading that, Jean is definitely not a prude but whatever rocks his boat. The car pulls up to the familiar sidewalk and you thank the driver, exiting the car. Connie lives in a nice duplex near the city center. Entering the digicode, you quickly make your way to the elevator. requesting the fifth floor.
Looking at yourself in the mirror you adjust your outfit one last time, it's nothing eccentric. A black mini skirt (easy access) and an oversize dress shirt (hot if he tears it apart) Tonight is the night.
You and Connie have been dancing around each other ever since the dinner at the lovebird's. He would kiss your lips to greet you, and bring you new flowers every time. The first time he did they were similar to those of the smoking area where you first met. Apparently, drunk you were fawning about them. The attention melted your heart.
The kiss he would give you every time was the farthest you went for physical contact, sure you jerked him off at the cinema, he fingered you at the restaurant but you guys never went all the way through and you have decided that tonight was the right time.
After you knock on the door it only takes a few seconds for him to unlock it, all goofy grin and wet hair. His hand comes to the small of your back, pulling you in as he kisses you nibbling on your bottom lips.
"Come in, sorry I couldn't pick you up myself, Reiner wanted my help for practice and I wanted to smell nice for you" he comments running off deeper in his appartements, you toe off your heeled boots as you hear his footsteps approach. "Here, no bouquet today but there were these flowers on the corner of the field" he grins, handing you three hand picked daisies. You can't contain your smile looking at how small they are in his hands. You gladly accept them looking at him in the eyes.
"Awww, committing felony for me Connie ?" you coo planting a soft kiss on his lips. "I love them, thank you." your heart flutters in your chest he is so perfect.... Leading you to the couch Connie rambles about what you guys could do tonight, the ps5 is on as he scrolls through the different streaming platform he has.
"Connie," you interrupt him, your serious tone makes his shoulder tense, eyes round as marbles." Why the scared face" you chuckle standing between his parted thigh. His hands come to your hips, as he rests the bottom of his face on your belly, looking up at you.
"Just tell me"
"I didn't come here to watch a movie" you murmur in a sultry voice, raking your nails through his short hair. His eyes close and you can visibly see his shoulder relaxing. "What, you thought I was gonna end things with you?"
"Yeah something like that" your heart clenches in your chest at the thought. Even though his goofy personality makes him seem careless you can tell it really isn't the case. "Come here" he whispers, pressing down kisses on your clothed belly.
"Nu-uh I want a real bed"
"As you wish" the console is long forgotten as he drags you up the stairs that leads to his bedroom.
It isn't tidy, it isn't a mess either, taking matters in your hands, you let yourself plop down on his king size bed. feet under your ass as you wait for him to join, he mimics your position, kissing you softly, hands travelling to your tits he groans into the kiss fumbling with the buttons of your shirt. You wiggle your breast under his palm to frustrate him some more and he tears the tissue apart.
"I'll get you another one" his voice his deeper than usual, you bite your lips feeling excitation rise in every fiber of your body
Admiring your bare chest he places his large palms under each , making them jiggle like jello.
"Been dreaming about this ever since you hid my lighter in there"
"Hmm ? What did you wanted to do ? Show me"
Crossing his arms behind your back Connie mouth latches to your right teat, suckling it into his warm mouth. His tongue circles your nipple Your head falls back in delight, eyes closing as you press his face further into your skin.
"Aaaah fuck yes" you've been craving more of his touch for the longest time now. One of his calloused hands snakes down to your crotch, your pussy buzzes in anticipation, you know he is skilled with his fingers and you want their expert touch as he sucks on your tits like the good boy he is.
Sliding your panties to the side Connie swipes his finger through your entrance a few times collecting the arousal he's going to use on your clitoris. His middle finger finds your sensitive bud, circling it in heavy motion.
"You're feeling good angel ? " he rasps, hovering your drool covered boob.
"Yes Connie" you mewled, eyes still closed.
"Let's even you out" he murmurs, attacking your other side.
Like the horny person you are, your hips buck on their own searching for even more friction dragging you closer and closer to an edge.
"Connie I'm gonna cum " you warn feeling your body tensing up.
"Don't hold back baby, I want you all over my fingers" his voice drips into your ear. And you do, back arching and stiffening as your body slump against his. Your cries fill the room as he keeps his assault on your overly sensitive clitoris.
"S-stop" you beg hiding your face in his neck. His motion dies down, as he taps your slick covered cunt repeatedly.
"Open your mouth" Connie demands. You obey, after uncovering your head from his musky skin.
His finger fills your mouth and you moan around them, tasting your own arousal. Connie's pupils are blown wide looking at you. Once they're clean, you release them with a loud 'pop'. Quickly getting rid of the skirt that was bunched up around your belly, you lay face down on his pillow.
"Don't make me wait any longer." you implore swishing your ass left to right.
The lips of your vagina are puffy with excitement, due to your first orgasm. easily parting around the tip of his cock. Connie swipe it a few times between them, before slowly pumping it inside. Your eyes are fixated on his cock when he enters your cavity, lips caught between your teeth, it is finally happening.
"You're ready y/n ?" he asks for good measure but he's already thrusting inside of you.
You nod your head gripping the sheets under you. The deeper he goes the louder the both of you get, you don't know why you didn't expect him to be that vocal but you're glad he is, a nice change from the man that expects you to do all the moaning.
"Shit that pussy hugging me so tight." he raps, gathering your hair in one of his hands the other flies to your throat, lifting your head from the pillow. "Feeling good too ?" You only nod your head knowing that your words will be mushed. "You understand why I didn't wanted to do anything while you were drunk hm ? I needed you to really feel it" And you do, he's fucking you at a slow pace but his thrust are so strong the air in your lungs get knowked out every time, emitting pathetic sounds. "Say 'yes Connie I understand' " he says hoarsely, kissing your ear.
"U-uh, Connie I-I understand" you stammer, it takes all your willpower to form a somewhat proper sentence. Your hand searches for his neck, ushering him toward you. "Kiss me" you beg as the tears start to well up in your eyes.
His lips are on yours in an instant, he is smiling into the kiss, grunting as his thrust never stops. You're no longer satisfied with this position, you want him closer, you need him closer. "Want to see your face please" you mutter against his plump lips.
"Anything for my girl" he pulled out his cock momentarily to flip you around. You're so eager to feel it again inside that you grab his base leading it to your entrance. Connie chuckles but you know he feels the same. His cheeks are rosy, his gaze full of lust. Your legs lock themselves around his hips, heels digging in his butt for him to start moving.
"Easy now" he warns, placing each of his forearms around your head. The gold chain Connie wears dangle in your face with each snap of his hips against yours. "Can I be your boyfriend ? " Your pussy clenches at his question. There's nothing else you want more, the fooling around was fun but now you know exactly what you want, who you want and he's fucking into you like he's trying to bruise your cervix. The tears threaten to fall under the mix of emotions you feel, it's pleasure, it's love it's overwhelming. "Yes baby, yes" your voice is chirpier, you can't control it.
"Thank you" he utters, burying his face in the crook of your neck. "I'm going to treat you so good" His cock drives faster into your cavity, letting you no time to adjust to his new pace. "Mi gatita, you're going to purr for me". It doesn't take a genius to understand which nickname he gave you. "Connie!" you're trying to scold him but with the way he's pistoning inside you cunt it only sounds like a moan.
The perspiration you feel on your lower back, the electricity you feel in your toes gives you all the signs that your treacherous body is nearing his climax. The tears break free from your orbs you're getting fucked so good you almost want to tell Connie you love him. Deciding against it you bite your lips, hard.
"Baby i'm close" you croak. "Me too, cum with me let's make a mess querida" he urges, thrusting sloppier in your gummy walls. "Hmm you can't finish inside of me Connie I'm not under the pill" you say, locking your legs tighter around him having no intention to let him go. "I know, I'm going to pull out." he answers without making any effort to break free from your hold.
You and Connie are as sick as each other, the thought brings you over the edge, legs shaking around his body. You call his name again and again as the filthy sounds fill the room. His teeth sink in your neck as he rams into you until his semen is shot deep inside of you. The weight of Connie's body is crushing you, and you like it. You caress his damp back, slowly coming back to earth. After a moment his golden eyes meet yours, a lazy grin stuck on his face. Your hands escalate to his head, scratching it and he mimics you. The two of you stay in the comfortable silence for a while until he speaks up.
"I was serious when I asked about being your boyfriend"
"I was serious when I said yes," you giggle. "Does it look like I was joking ?"
"It looked like you were too busy purring to make sense," he joked, pursing his lips. Connie's laugh fills your ears. You roll your eyes pulling at his hair, internally cursing your drunk self for her lack of filter : he's never going to let you live this down.
