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kkyaka · 2 years

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Next Door

Summary: You're back from college for the summer, and your next door best friend became even hotter (I suck ass at summaries)

Pairing: Connie Springer x black!fem!reader

Word Count: 6000

Warnings: best friends to lovers, neighbors to lovers (?), accidental voyeurism, little bit of sexual tension, confession of feelings, fingering (f), virgin!reader, protected sex, multiple orgasms, handjob, blowjob, little bit of dirty talk (?), aftercare (i think I covered it all, let me know if I didn't)

A/N: Reposting this bc it didn't show up in the darn tags 😑. This isn't my best work, but I'm just happy that I finished it tbh. If it doesn't do well? Oh well. Lmfao, I just wanted to get this out bc I have so many more WIPs, and I was almost done with this one. If this doesn't work, idk if I'll repost it again lol

Being home from college means a lot of different things for different people. Some people hate it, missing the freedom that they had in college. Others love it, especially if they move a good distance away from their families. You fall somewhere in the middle. You still have your freedom, but you really don't have anyone to enjoy that freedom with.

High school wasn't your favorite phase of your life, but you were able to make friends that you're still in contact with today. The problem was that they weren't free to hang with. You tried to make plans with them right as school got out, but they quickly fell through, so you're spending the beginning of your summer wondering how in the hell you're going to pass the time.

With truly nothing else to do, you decide to unpack some of your stuff, and you push open the curtains covering your windows before opening them up. Opening up the last one, you realize that it's the same window that faces Connie's house. You falter a little bit in your movements as the memories flood back into your head.

You moved into the neighborhood right before you started third grade. You were upset and scared because you had no friends, and you were going to a new school. You remember the first time you opened the window, conveniently doing it at the same time as him. You were too nervous to say anything, but he gladly spoke up first, introducing himself.

You both didn't go to the same school, much to your dismay, but he quickly became one of your best friends. You hung out after school, during the weekends, on your breaks. He made the move much more bearable, and you don't know where you would be without him.

Although, it wasn't until you got to high school that you started to develop feelings for him. You tried to blame it on the fact that you weren't really getting any attention at school, but the harder you tried to deny it, the more you realized that that wasn't the case.

You never said anything though because you found out that you weren't going to be together much longer. He was older than you by a couple of years, and he was heading to college, leaving you to tackle the last two years of high school by yourself. He still managed to call you every now and then, which definitely helped, but it wasn't the same.

When it was your turn to go to college, you were going to a college that was a couple of hours away, and he was staying, deciding that he wanted to stay close to home with his family. You didn't blame him, and saying goodbye to him was the hardest thing you had to do.

You haven't seen him since you've been back, and you don't know if you want to. You tried so hard to get over him, but he's not someone that you could just get over. You shake yourself out of memory lane, getting back on track to unpacking your stuff with a loud sigh.

Opening up that window seemed to open the floodgates because it seems like for the past couple of days, you've been thinking about Connie nonstop. You've started to avoid going out of the house in fear that you might run into him. What would you even say? You wouldn't even begin to know how to start a conversation with him.

You tell yourself to just get over yourself, opting to just forget about your conflict. You open the front door, grimacing at the heat that's coming from the outside before walking down your driveway to check the mail. You're going through it, slowly walking back up to your house when you hear clanking coming from your left.

You look up, seeing the garage door at Connie's house open. You stop in your tracks, chewing on your lip as you wonder if it would be a good idea to see if it's Connie. You don't have much time to think because he comes into view, stepping out from behind his car, or more like stumbling out. You chuckle softly, watching as he wipes the sweat from his forehead.

Seeing him makes you question why you were even worried in the first place. You give yourself a quick pep talk before you head over to his house. He's looking through the shelves in the garage, swearing when he drops something.

"Hey," you call out when you get to the garage. He jumps, dropping what was in his hand as he turns around. The fear on his face turns into a bright smile as he walks toward you.

"'Sup, baby! I haven't seen you in ages!" You can't help but laugh as he brings you into a hug. "When did you get back?" he asks, keeping his hands on your shoulders when he pulls away.

"A few days ago," you say. "I've been seeing family and unpacking." Being this close to him makes you realize that he's not the same boy you said goodbye to a year ago.

He's gotten taller, a little bit more tan, and you don't ever remember him being this built before. You didn't even realize he was shirtless until now, and you swallow heavily when you notice. He's got a tattoo on his arm, and an ear piercing, and that crush you had starts to come back in full form.

"Cool, cool. You look amazing by the way, how was your first year of college?" You feel your face flush warm at the sudden compliment, almost losing your thoughts, but you remained focused on the conversation.

"Oh, thanks," you respond softly. "It was pretty good, a lot better than I expected. You look great, too," you add, and you sound so lame, but he doesn't seem to care, probably too excited to see you again.

"I'm glad it went well for you," he answers, and he crosses his arms over his chest, which makes you focus on his the way the muscles in his arms move. "Speaking of that," he says, and you're glad he changes the subject because you weren't really sure how to continue. "A friend told me about this show that I know you would love. And since you're back, I thought we could watch it together."

You feel so many things run through you at the thought of hanging out with him again, but you're easily accepting. "Yeah, I'm definitely free, so my couch is always open," you laugh, and his smile seems to get even bigger.

"Awesome! Well, I should get back to working on this car," he says, pointing over his shoulder. "It was good to see you again. Seriously."

"Yeah, you too," you say, taking a step back.

"And I'll be over sooner rather than later to watch that show." He sends you a wink that definitely doesn't make you melt, and you laugh as you nod, walking back towards your house.

"I'll be waiting." And it's not a lie because you literally have nothing else to do but wait. You get back to your house, close the door, and rest your weight on it. You try to fight your giddiness, but you let it out for once before you finally calm yourself down.

Waiting just made you even more anxious though. It was a couple of days before he was even able to come over, having things to do and catch up on, and you currently had the house to yourself because your parents wanted to go on a vacation for their anniversary.

You were close to pulling your hair out waiting, and you decided that a shower might help, thinking that it was the heat that was getting to you. You feel much more relaxed when you get out, walking to your room with a clearer head. You throw your towel on the bed, the specific clothes you wanted to wear in your suitcase because of course they were.

You're going through your clothes when you hear your name being called. You jump, yelping loudly as you quickly cover yourself, looking around for the voice. You look towards your window, your eyes widening and your heart dropping in mortification when you see that it's open.

"Sorry for scaring you," you hear, recognizing the familiar voice, and you can only see Connie's hand peeking out from his window. "I just wanted to let you know that you left it open. I didn't see anything, I swear."

"T-Thanks," you sigh, and you quickly shut the window and the curtains before you fall to the floor, putting your face in your hands and groaning loudly.

You didn't move for a while, a million thoughts running through your head, and you finally put your clothes on when you got over your embarrassment. Connie texted you later that day saying that he was free, and you almost canceled. There was no way you were going to be able to have a normal conversation with him now; your face fuming at the thought of being in the same room as him after what happened.

He said he didn't see anything, and you keep repeating that in your head, but it doesn't make you feel that much better. You take a deep breath when you hear the doorbell ring, trying to think positive thoughts as you walk towards it.

Your hands are shaking when you open the door, your eyes meeting a beaming Connie on the other side. "Trust me, you're gonna love this show," he says, walking in when you step to the side. You laugh easily, feeling a sense of comfort come over you as he sits down on the couch.

You sit down next to him as he pulls up the show, and right as he's about to play it, he jumps up, saying that you need snacks. You watch as he runs to the kitchen, and you look at the TV, noting that the show does look like something that you would watch.

He comes back with a bunch of drinks and snacks all in his arms, setting them down on the coffee table in front of you before he sits back down next to you. He's definitely closer to you than he was before. Way closer than he was before, and you can feel the heat coming from him as his body pressed into yours.

You're not really feeling hungry, so you grab a soda, popping the tab open and you take a long sip. You're secretly wishing it was alcohol because it's definitely going to be a long night.

The first episode has you pretty glued in, and you and Connie nurse your drinks through the first episode, but halfway through the second, you're focused on his arm that's made its way behind you. He relaxed further into the couch with a sigh, spreading his legs a little wider, and you breathe out slowly as you press your legs together.

You're starting to sweat, your mind starting to focus on if you should ask Connie if he saw anything earlier today when you got out of the shower. You make an excuse that you have to use the bathroom by the third episode, and Connie agrees, so you go upstairs while he uses the one downstairs. You press your hands against your face, feeling how warm your face is. You splash cold water on your face, trying to calm yourself down.

There's no reason for you to be thinking about your stupid crush that's slowly making you horny, which you partially blame on how much he's changed. You hype yourself up before you leave, taking another deep breath and leaving the bathroom.

Connie's not back yet, and you sit down, trying to recall what happened in the second episode. When he gets back, he's still in your space, and you notice that he's a bit warmer than before, but there's no part of you that minds. You ask him to talk about what happened in the second episode, and you both laugh when neither of you can't really remember.

He offers for you to watch it again, and you agree. He turns it back on, but this time as you start to get comfortable, he actually lets his arm rest on your shoulders. You tense for a second but relax shortly after, resting your head on his shoulder, which feels much more firm than you remember.

You can focus a little bit better this time because you remember some of the stuff that you caught before, so you're able to piece stuff together. At one point, you look down, Connie's tattoo catching your eye, so you poke at it when you ask him about it.

He rolls his sleeve up so that you can see it fully. "I got it last year," he says, and you notice that some parts of it look familiar.

"Why?" you ask curiously, and he laughs sheepishly as he scratches his head.

"Uh, you could say I was missing someone," he starts, and you hate how your heart sinks. "And this is her favorite show." Now you feel like shit because that was the show that you and Connie watched together all the time in high school.

"Is she a girlfriend or something?" you find yourself asking, looking away from him.

"Oh, no," he answers. "Um, I've liked her for a long time but I don't know if she feels the same way." You nod, but you don't respond, suddenly wanting to take shelter in your room.

"Well, have you said something to her?" You don't know why you're entertaining this, and you look up at him. Being this close to his face only makes your feelings for him even stronger, and you're just now noticing that his hair's grown out a little.

"I'm kinda scared to, to be honest," he sighs, meeting your eyes. "I don't wanna lose her." He doesn't take his eyes off of you, and you start to focus on his arm that's around you. He practically has you tucked into his side, and then you're thinking about what happened earlier.

"Um, Connie," you say, looking down. "Did you really not see anything earlier today?"

You hear his breath hitch, and you bite your lip as you wait for an answer which will determine what you should do with your feelings. He tilts your head up by your chin, and you have to remind yourself to breathe.

"Would you punch me in the dick if I answered honestly?" he asks, and you laugh, shaking your head.

"No, I won't. I promise."

His gaze drops to your lips quickly before it goes back to your eyes, and you fight the urge to look away as you wait in anticipation. "I probably looked at you a lot longer than I should have," he whispers, and your face falls slightly in surprise.

"Really?"

He nods, and you grip his shirt when he leans in closer. "Yeah. You're the prettiest girl I've ever met, I couldn't look away." You nearly melt in excitement, the smile on your face so hard for you to fight. "I'm not a creep, I swear. I haven't done that in the past."

"I trust you," you whisper, huffing softly, and you take a deep breath before you say the next thing. "I like you, Connie." He freezes, and you look over his face for a reaction. You're about to retract when he doesn't move, feeling shame bubble up in your stomach, but then he suddenly kisses you.

You hum in surprise before you close your eyes and melt into him. He brings his hand to rest on your neck as your hand grips his shirt. You both pull away to breathe, but he's closing the distance soon after. You moan, wrapping your arms around his neck, and he grabs your leg, pulling you to sit on top of him.

"I've liked you for so long," he says against your lips before he moves to kiss down your jaw and towards your neck. "Fuck, I've always thought about this," he mumbles, and you're so overwhelmed with the feeling of his hands running over your body that you can't even respond.

You shudder when his hands make their way under your shirt, and he brings his head up to kiss you again, slowing letting his tongue slide in your mouth, your mouth pliant and easily letting him in. You let him take your shirt off, and he stops to look at your chest. You didn't wear a bra, wondering in the back of your head if part of you "forgot" since you knew that Connie was going to be coming over.

"Shit, they're even prettier up close." It's like he's in a trance as he cups them in his hands, and the moan that you make is louder than you expected it to be. He rolls his fingers around your nipples before leaning down to suck at them.

"C-Connie," you gasp, one hand digging into the couch while the other finds its way to his hair. He keeps his hand pressed on your back so that your chest is arched into him, and you feel tears forming in your eyes. You've never been touched like this before, and you're flooded with so much pleasure that you're not sure if you can take this any longer.

He groans against you as his fingers work into your shorts. You whimper, your legs squeezing around his when he rubs circles over clit. You pull on his hair, and he groans again, using his other hand to roll your hips against him, and that's when you feel it. You didn't notice before, but you can feel how hard he is under you, and you're shaking from all of the different stimulations.

"W-Wait, Connie," you stutter. "Connie, 'm gonna cum--" It's like you're on the edge of the cliff before you finally fall, and your hands grab his shirt like your life depends on it. You cum with his name on your lips, and you don't know if he can tell because he doesn't stop rolling your clit between his fingers.

You pat at his back, and he finally stops as the last of your orgasm flows through you. Your chest is heaving as you slump against him, sweat coating your skin. "Wait, did you--?"

"I've never...no one's ever," you try, nearly embarrassed at your admission, and he nudges your head up with his shoulder. You watch something glaze over his eyes when he looks at your face.

You're still shaking, your body attempting to recover from something it's never felt before. "Why didn't you say anything?" he asks, rubbing over your legs before he slides you off of him. He grabs your hand when he stands, pulling you towards your room. He kisses you when he gets to the door, pushing it open as he keeps his lips on yours, only pulling away when he gets to your bed. "The couch shouldn't be where your first time happens."

Your face gets hot again as he walks into your room, and he gently guides you to sit down on your bed. "I don't care where it happens," you say, your voice barely above a whisper, and he has to hover near your face to hear you. "I just care that it's you."

The smile he responds with makes you warm all over, and he moves you further up your bed, trapping your legs between his as he slides his shirt off. You raise yourself up so you can touch him, and you can see the outline of his dick in his shorts.

You run your hand over it, and he releases a shaky breath before he puts his hand over yours. "You don't have to," he tells you, but you shake your head, moving your hands to the waist of his shorts.

"I...wanna try," you say softly, and he lets his hands slide off of yours, and you tug his shorts down. You move your head back when his dick pops up, and there's nowhere else you can look. He's proportionate in width and length, biting your lip in anticipation of it being inside of you, and you wrap your hand around him gently making his hands ball into fists. You guide him towards your mouth, and you don't really know how to start, so you lick at his head.

You lick at him again when he moans, this time a little more confident, and then you take him into your mouth. He groans, letting his head fall back, and you suck at his head before you sink down on him.

"Damn," he chokes out, looking down at you as he tries to keep his hips still. You bop your head up and down, going further every time until you gag, and you pull away, coughing. You give yourself a moment to breathe before you swallow him again, and he places his hand on your face. "D-Don't hurt yourself, baby," he tries to tell you, but he's practically speechless.

You pull off of him with a string of saliva connecting your lips to him, giving yourself a breather, and you wrap your hand around him again. "Is this okay?" you ask, and he nods quickly, putting his hand over yours.

"Mmh, just a little tighter," he says, squeezing your hand just a little more, and he shudders. "Y-Yeah, just like that." You watch as you both stroke him, and he sighs when you swirl your tongue around his head, and he can't control his hips anymore. "Shit, okay, okay." He moves your hand away, and you pull away, frowning.

"Was that not okay?" He huffs dazedly as he shakes his head.

"It was amazing," he breathes, "but I wanna cum with you around me," he responds, pulling you up so that he can kiss you, and he hums when he can taste himself on your tongue. "You sure you wanna do this?" he asks quietly. "We don't have to."

"I do," you say with a quick nod, and he smiles widely before it falls.

"Oh, uh, you wouldn't happen to have any condoms, would you?" You chew your lip as you shake your head. "That's okay, I have some at my place," he says, and he nearly falls off of the bed as he pulls his shorts up. "I'll be right back, don't go anywhere!" he exclaims as he runs out of your room.

You laugh as you hear him run down the stairs and then the front door opening and closing, and you fall back onto your bed. Your face hurts from how hard you're smiling, and you can't believe what just happened. You start to think that you might be dreaming, so you pinch yourself, and luckily you don't wake up.

You jump when you hear the front door close, and you hear loud footsteps on the stairs again. Connie runs into your room, closing the door behind him as he catches his breath and walks towards you. He has more than one in his hand, and you raise your eyebrows at him, darting between the condoms and him.

"Oh, no, don't worry," he starts. "I just got excited, so I didn't tear one off," he clarifies, and he tosses them to the other side of the bed before taking the rest of his clothes off. You follow suit, and after you do, you freeze when Connie just stares at you.

"What?" you whisper, making a move to cover yourself, but he's quick to pin your arms down, keeping his legs next to yours to keep them open as he hovers over you.

"Sorry, I'm just still getting used to the fact that you're under me like this." Your legs press against his at his words as you feel yourself getting wetter. You want to shrink under his intense gaze, and you close your eyes when he presses a soft kiss to your forehead. "You're so pretty," he mumbles against your lips.

"You already said that," you say, a big smile on your face. He lets your arms go in favor of resting his hands on your neck when he kisses you. You do the same, pulling him down so you can feel more of him on you, and you both moan when he grinds against you.

He takes one hand and trails it down your body, giving your tit a teasing squeeze before it travels between your legs. You jump when he rolls his finger over your clit. You can't keep up with the kiss as he keeps up his movements, and he pulls away as he starts to slide his finger in.

"No one's ever touched you like this before?" he asks, feeling his lips brush against yours with every word, and you shake your head, at a loss for words as he moves his finger in and out of you. "So, I'm gonna be the first to stretch this pretty pussy out?"

You nod quickly, your nails digging into his shoulder as he adds another finger inside. "Wanted it to be you," you say, not really feeling shy to admit it anymore, and he drops his head in your neck.

"Fuck," he sighs, stretching you out when he spreads his fingers, and you bring his face back to yours, the feeling of his lips on yours seems to ground you in a way. "You wanted it to be me?"

You hum your answer as you nod again. "Always thought about it being you." You watch his eyes roll as he bites his lips, feeling him shudder at your words.

He keeps his eyes on yours, and the look in them seems to make you even hotter. "Mm, I'm gonna make it so good for you." He puts gentle pressure on your clit, rolling his thumb over the sensitive bud, and you grab his wrist as you moan.

Your legs tremble around him, and you tighten your grip on his wrist when you feel that familiar pressure building. "I'm ready, Connie, c'mon." He chuckles softly, curling his fingers a couple more times just to tease you before he slides them out of you.

He sits up, and you watch as he licks over his fingers before shoving them in his mouth. He groans softly as his eyes roll, and you chew on your lip gently as you watch him. "Damn, you taste amazing," he sighs. "I wanna eat you out so bad," he tells you as he rips one of the condoms off. "But you don't mind if I fuck you first, do you?"

You don't know how he can still keep that playful smile he always has while being unbelievably hot at the same time. You shake your head quickly at his question, feeling like you're going dizzy from arousal. Your fingers dig into the sheets underneath you as you watch him roll it on, and you swear your heart is going to beat out of your chest.

You're so caught up, that you jump a little when he places his hand softly on your face. "You'll tell me if you're hurting, okay?" he asks, resting his weight on one of his elbows, leaving his face close to yours again.

"Yeah, I will," you breathe, and he holds his other hand up, pinky extended.

"Promise?" You roll your eyes, matching the smile on his face. Connie made it a habit when you both were in high school to kiss your fingers when they were interlaced, saying that the promise was stronger that way.

That's what you expect him to do, but when you lock your finger with his, he moves to kiss you on the lips instead. It makes you dazed for a second, but the split second after, you can feel yourself falling even harder for him. He grabs a pillow, having you lift your hips up so that he can slide it under you. You look down at the same time he does as he lines himself up, tensing up reflexively, and he shifts his weight so that he can rub at your hip.

"Relax," he whispers, somehow managing to keep his face close to yours. "Just lemme know if it's too much." He circles the tip of his dick at your hole, making your legs twitch, and he starts pushing in at the same time he starts rubbing at your clit.

You're thankful for the distraction because it's definitely more than his fingers. Your nails dig into his arm as you wince, and you reassure him to keep going; it's not painful, just a little uncomfortable. Once his hand is free, he uses it to rub over your body, continuing his motions on your clit.

Connie's head falls against yours as he digs his hand into the sheets next to you. "Oh...myfuckingGod," he groans, his hands moving to grab at the pillows by your head. "F-Fuck, you're so--shit." He tries his hardest to move carefully without hurting you, but it doesn't help that your cunt has such a tight hold on him, practically sucking him in without much effort.

He lets out a ragged breath, trying to shift his focus back to you. "Talk to me, baby," he says, lifting his head up slightly as he opens his eyes so that he can fully see your face. "How ya feeling?"

He doesn't move once he's fully inside of you, even though it's almost impossible, allowing you to adjust for as long as you need. "I feel good," you answer softly, moving your hands towards his. He grabs them, lacing his fingers with yours as he moves your arms over your head. You try to remember to breathe as your body gets used to being full in a way that it's never been filled before.

Being in this position makes you realize how close Connie is to you. You can't help but stare at him, feeling every part of him that's touching you. You think about how intimate this whole thing is, and you can't help but get the feeling that this feels right. You can tell he feels the same way, his lips meeting yours for a kiss that's deeper than the previous ones. One that says more than you ever could.

"You can move," you urge quietly, and you moan when he shifts just a little on his knees.

He groans in response, letting his head fall forward. "Dunno if I can, to be honest," he whispers.

"Why?" He can't look at you when he answers, back to focusing on how he's supposed to be making this whole experience good for you.

"Because I'll cum in a second," he admits against your skin, and you feel him take a deep breath as he squeezes your hands. You meet his glazed eyes when he lifts his head back up.

"I'm ready when you are." Your mouth falls open as you gasp when he moves, not really caring for the empty feeling you have when he slides out. You moan when he moves back in, his movements jolting your body with every thrust. Your eyes roll as you feel your toes curl, and you wrap your legs around him, not wanting him to stop for a second.

"O-Oh, God," he moans. "Y-Yeah...I'm gonna cum, 'm gonna--fuck me." You feel his hips stutter out of rhythm, a loud groan of your name signaling his orgasm.

You feel him slow down, but to your surprise, he doesn't completely stop, letting go of your hand in favor of pulling your leg up further. He picks up his pace instantly, sending your back arching as he reaches that pleasurable spot with the new angle. Your free hand braces on his neck, your nails once again finding home in his skin.

He hooks your leg in the crook of his elbow, his nails digging into your hips as he pulls you into him. "Your pussy's fucking sucking me in, h-holy shit!"

You jump when you feel his finger rubbing your swollen clit, and your back arches, pushing you further into the onslaught of your pleasure. "C-Connie! Fuck--" You can't even finish your sentence, your face contorting as your climax mounts.

"God, you feel so good. Shit, baby." You try to keep your eyes on his when he finally looks at you again, but it's no use. Your eyes slip closed, every snap of his hips sending you higher and higher.

Connie whines at the oversensitivity, opting to bite at your neck as an attempt to hold himself in for just a little longer, groaning with every thrust into your tight heat. "Gonna--cum," you rush out. "Connie, 'm gonna cum." It's really the only warning he gets, your body going taut, and your legs shake as your orgasm crashes over you.

It's definitely something you never felt before, almost scared at the number of things you're feeling, and you hold onto Connie as he cums right behind you, riding out your highs. You don't let go of him until he stops moving, not realizing how tightly you were holding onto him until he does.

Your body relaxes, letting you collapse onto the bed as Connie barely catches himself with his hand. You pull him onto you anyway, not wanting to separate from him just yet. "Oh, my God," he says around a laugh which you copy. He looks at you, running a finger over your face. "Are you okay? I didn't hurt you, right?"

"I'm more than okay, Connie." You pull him into a softer kiss, mostly because it feels like you could fall asleep any minute now. You hum into the kiss as he lets your leg fall. He smiles widely, peppering kisses all over your face.

You wince when he slides out of you, and he apologizes softly before urging you to move over. He pulls the blanket that you were on off the bed before taking it out of your room, and you roll over on your side, feeling more than satisfied. You hear him come back, only rolling back over when he pulls you to face him. He cleans you up with a warm washcloth before handing you some medicine and water for the soreness.

He grabs another blanket, throwing it over the both of you when he lays down with you, and you roll over so that you're facing him. He rubs over your body so gently that it nearly puts you to sleep, your eyelids feeling heavy.

"So, what happens now?" Connie asks, his voice barely audible to you, and you barely manage a shrug.

"What do you want to happen?" You move your head so that you can look at him, seeing that he's already looking at you.

"Well, I dunno if you could tell, but I like you a lot," he answers, "and not just for your body," he adds, and you huff as you roll your eyes.

"Does that explain the tattoo then?" you find yourself asking, and you think you see a faint blush on his face.

"Yeah, pretty much," he admits. "I was going through some stuff, and I really wanted you here. I thought it would help."

"You could've just called me," you say, your brows creasing slightly.

"Yeah, but you were out having fun, and I didn't wanna affect that," he responds, and you move further into him causing him to hold you closer to him.

"Well, now that I'm your girlfriend, you can call me any time," you whisper, the feeling of falling asleep right around the corner. You feel his chuckle vibrate against you, and right as sleep catches up to you, you hear it.

"I love you."

Your eyes close as you smile, placing a gentle kiss on his skin. "Love you, too, Con."

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rumisgf · 2 months

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backshots with eren are absolutely lethal. like, just imagine.

your head is completely buried into the pillow. eren has your back arched real good for him, one hand on your back to keep it that way. you huff out a moan which each of his thrusts, your slick painting his cock and slowly dripping down your thighs as he’s working your third orgasm. you lean yourself forward in an attempt to give yourself mercy, only for him pull you back all the way on his dick. any time you raise a hand to push him back or brace yourself, he slams it back down and tightens his grip on you. it’s all so dirty.

“fuck ren- i can’t- fuckkk…”

“uh uh, stop running. take this dick.”

he takes a hand and slaps your ass, adding to his collection of red/dark purple marks he’s created. you can barely hold yourself up and as bad as you wanna tap out, he just feels so good.

“s-so good…’s too much.”

and he wouldn’t stop anyway, the lewd sounds of your cunt squelching with every thrust and the view of your ass moving back against him is sending him to heaven. not only that, he knows you love this almost as much as he does.

“throw that ass back. yeah, just like that. my good little girl.”

no matter how rough he was you did what you were told and you took him so well, you really are such a good girl for him. your ass was slamming against him as you took every inch of him, you slurring your words and moaning out for him like a prayer.

“s-so wet..y’ make me so wet..”

and oh, he knows. no matter how much you joke around or are too embarrassed to admit it, eren goes to sleep at night knowing no one could ever have you screaming like this, only he knows how to have you soaked in a matter of seconds.

#aot smut #aot x black reader #aot #aot x reader #eren yeager #eren yeager x reader #eren yeager x black reader #eren jeager x reader #eren jaeger #eren jeager #eren smut #mikasa ackerman #connie springer #jean kirstein #armin arlert

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backwzzds · 10 months

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men who spread you open to tongue fuck the shit out of you. they’ll make sure to grab your pretty lips by the fold and spread them so wide open, the cool air in your room does wonders when it passes over your sensitive clit. you’ll moan at the response of the goosebumps forming over your skin, but they’ll just continue shoving their tongue in your pretty hole. it’d be an over exaggeration to say your hole was tiny. it was, but it always opened up so well for him. his tongue, his throbbing dick—your cunt always molded itself to fit around whatever piece of him belonged.

the way that you gaped in and out the more times he shoved his tongue inside you caught him in amazement. he’d hum in delight as he’d tongue fucked you, annoying giving his tongue the same treatment his delicious cock got any time it slithered between your plush thighs. you could feel every inch of his muscle prodding inside your own. he was so in love with you, there was no definition or privacy or boundaries when it came to you two. what was yours was his and what was his was yours.

he ate your pussy like it was a medal and he was the champion. after he was done with you, tongue and jaw locked from immensely fucking you in such dire conditions, he looked up at you with the entire bottom half of his chin completely soaked in the evidence of your arousal.

“mhm, you got some good pussy there, mama.”

REINER, TOJI, eren, JEAN, connie, RENJI, benimaru, SANJI, ACE, zoro, LUFFY, GOJO + any of ur faves

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pzonnie · 4 months

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take it

“fuckk-k! no… shit!” you sob tryna push connie’s thick hands away from holding your thighs up to your ears.

“pushin me away wont make this shit better ma, take it.” he was right, you knew damn well connie was way stronger than you. only thing you could do was take it

you feel like your aching everywhere, you should’ve just kept your mouth shut though. you always had to get the last word. connie had it today.

“con… baby pleasee im sorry…. fuck im so fuckin- mmmmph!” you sholll wasn’t apologizin when you was telling connie ‘bout himself though… he chuckles at your pleads, he dont give a damn. “look at me mama… c’mon open yo eyes, look at me.” he dont break eye contact, his dick drilling into each stroke make you feel like you was on cloud 9

you look at him tears uncontrollably pouring down your cheeks. your hands reach to his chest trying so hard to slow him down. he reaches down and start kissing you deeply not stoping. his tounge goes down your throat as he captures all your moans.

“you doing so good f’me taking this dick baby, you like this? hm?” you don’t answer, hell you cant answer he knows you can’t. “youn hear me talking to you?” he starts getting sloppy, he’s about to cum but he wants you to finish first (he aint no bitch)

“i can-t please daddy fuck dont… ughhhhh dont fucking stopp.” connie love hearing you, sumn about how sweet your moans flow through his ears, it only turns him on more. “c’mon … shittt mama make a mess for me.” your eyes roll back and you mouth hangs open. you hands reach for connie, he grabs abs both your hands and puts them above your head

“cum baby.” he whispers in your neck.

moans finally spill from your pretty lips as you release, you cant feel not a damn thing but connie’s seed spilling into you. body trembling as he pulls out. connie looks down and watches you and his cum pour out of you “fuck you so pretty.”

without a word he licks up the mess and snickers ass you try and run away from it. “ma dont run…”

“gimme one more”

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im on my bs

this my first post ntm

-pzz💋

#connie springer #connie x black y/n #connie smut #aot smut #connie x black reader #pzz zone

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gloxk · 5 months

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hate fuckin w aot plz🙏🏿 like uh what position would they fuck you in when they mad?

Fuck me like you mad at me baby.

(Eren Y. Connie S. Armin A.)

A/N: BEAT THAT COOCHIE UP LIKE YOU MAD AT A BITCH! Sorry it took so long to get your request. But let’s just all agree Eren, Connie, Armin are the big three. I’m not arguing with anyone. It’s true. NOT PROOF READ! 17+

Synopsis: Aot men fucking you after an argument!

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༺Connie༻

—————ON DA WALL.

Connie isn’t going to show you he’s mad, but baby you gonna feel it.

And oh boy you done did it today. After he seen you flirt with a guy…jeez. You really got him walking around in circles trying to not scream at the top of his lungs.

You not going to know he’s mad for a while, after an argument and you THINK everything cooled down it hasn’t. He’s still pissed.

Props to him for controlling his anger (Eren could never.) But when you start sweet talking him again that’s when it comes out.

When you get to rubbing on his chest and start saying “I’m so sorry baby, lemme make it up to you. Please.” with that little whine in your voice…oh best believe he gonna make you sorry for real.

He gives you a small grin and says “Oh for real? You wanna make it up to me?” You should have never even offered because now look at you. Against the kitchen wall crying out how sorry you are.

“You sorry ma? How sorry?” The harshness of his voice craving down on you. You couldn’t even spit out a comprehendible sentence just “Yes mmm so sorry!”

He was satisfied with your sorry, after the second round. I mean after all you did offer…

༺Eren༻

—————FROM DA FRONT.

Now, Eren he’s rough rough when he’s mad. Like oh lord..pray he don’t get his hands on you.

Please run while you can, because after he got you alone you can’t run.

This was especially the case after he found out you followed a guy from your work place, the same guy who continuously flirted with you.

Don’t ask him how he knows, he just does.

“I ain’t dumb mama. So go ahead and do as I asked.” The request was so simple, just unfollow him. But the principle pissed you off, you never told him who to follow and who too not. So you refused. Wrong answer…

Because that refusal sent him through the roof. He just laughed while shaking his head. He tossed you on the bed with no regards.

You never been fucked so hard in your life…The headboard slammed against the wall with each thrust he gave you it was ridiculous. “Look at me while I fuck you.” Eren spat out.

Your poor neighbors, the surely heard the madness that was occurring in your bedroom. But Eren did not give a single fuck.

He had your hair twisted in his fingers while he watched you block ole boy on everything single app you had. “Nuh uh. you ain’t done yet. Block him on spotify.” You were going to learn not to go seeking attention from anyone that wasn’t him.

“Nobody’s better than me mama. You should know better than that.”

༺Armin༻

————— BENT OVA.

You would never expect Armin to act the way he acts when he’s MAD.

Of course he got upset with you before but never something that made you change your view on him.

He always tried to be understanding, always listening to what you had to say and what was wrong. But, today was a little different.

He got so mad that you commented on how his friend looked good. He took it as you wanted his friend, but that wasn’t your intention at all.

“Ah, I see. Well just how good did he look y/n?! Why don’t you just tell him how much you want him to fuck you!” His insecurities were really starting to show. But damn, he just look so fucking hot with his button up shirt slightly undone, and his hair sticking to face. His eyes widened, it was a sexy sight. Armin could tell how turned on you were getting from him slightly raising his voice.

“Fuck—y/n. Stop looking at me like that.” The threw his keys on the table while shaking his head. Armin couldn’t look at you while your hand traveled up his shirt rubbing his abdomen. You were making it so difficult for him to be mad at you right now. Especially since you started begging for him to calm down and let you make him feel better.

The small tugs at his shirt just really got him going. He immediately bent you over on the couch, throwing your clothes everywhere. “Can’t even look at you. So fucking filthy.”

You tried to move away from him pounding your insides, hoping to get a break but no. “What the fuck did I tell you about that shit? Just fuckin take it.” Sluts didn’t deserve a break. They didn’t get that courtesy.

Eventually his hatred turned into love and he started spilling out how much he loved you while he was close to cumming. “I love you so much.” & “You mean the world to me.” & “Wanna make you a mommy.”

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Ah! tysm for 400!

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chrollohearttags · 5 months

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aot boys + ovulation week (feat. armin, eren, ony, connie, jean and reiner)

exactly as it sounds, another one of my early morning thoughts getting the best of me..a little drabble, nothing more lmao! This is also filthy

content + themes: black coded reader, ovulation, pregnancy mentions, breeding kink, squirting, masturbation, birth control, brief mentions of anal sex, spit play, fingering and some other thingsss

📝: this literally came to me out of nowhere. They are not fact or gospel, just my own opinion. But I could be wrong, feel free to change it how you please.

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eren • the tease: the second he gets wind that you’re ovulating, it’s almost as if he takes the shit as a challenge. He doesn’t directly say anything but he notices the signs fairly quickly. The way you clench your thighs together when he’s around, flustering when he has no shirt on, etc. he finds it so cute in fact that he can’t help but to make your life harder. It’s not a matter of if you’ll cave to your urges but when and he definitely tries to speed up the process. Smirking once he realizes why you’re acting so strange. Walking around the house in gray sweatpants with no boxers, touching you even more so than he already does and is just incredibly flirtatious. Even grabbing your waist as he walks past you in the kitchen. “What’s wrong, princess? You look a lil’ tense, c’mere.” “I’m fine, Eren. I promise..” but he knows better than that when he catches you touching yourself because he happened to say something in passing earlier in the day that turned you on. (mind you: he called you a ‘good girl’ whilst the two of you were doing your morning workouts because you finished a set) but he doesn’t care..now that he sees you writhing around, spreading yourself open and stuffing those nimble little fingers in that dripping pussy, he’s glad to come help. “Look at you..so cute. I knew it.” And you’re in for it now because it doesn’t take long before he’s got you in his lap, back pressed to his chest with your legs spread completely apart as his larger digits are now thrashing around inside of you with a thumb on your clit and he’s whispering in your ear. Pinching your nipples and even kissing on your neck whilst he watches you turn into a drooling mess. “…You just needed me to come help you out. I’m right here..let daddy take care of you, baby..imma stretch that shit out. Use all them’ pretty holes..how’s that sound?”

armin • the sneak: he’s not dumb by a long shot! If anybody can sense when it’s that week for you, it’s him. The brainiac even has it down to a science..even if you don’t tell him, he can guess from the time you’re off your cycle till then. And once he does guess correctly, he’s on the hunt then and you’re his prey. He tries to use reverse psychology and all the other nonsense to lure you in. He clearly sees you’re trying to avoid him and not cave because he knows you’ll pounce like a wild animal the second you do. He’ll say things along the lines of: “it’s okay, sweetheart. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” Or “..I just thought you looked so pretty today, that’s all. I couldn’t help myself but I understand. We can wait until you’re ready.” After an intense makeout session that stops right before things get too far gone. And while he’s playing his little innocent act, you're frothing between your thighs and praying that he rips your clothes off right then and there. He also gets a kick out of seeing you get aroused by the simplest things. For example, when he’s fixing something in the house and his veins protrude from his hands and you wish it was your throat he was squeezing. It doesn’t take two hours, less known a week for you to give in and all but beg him to fuck you! And he’s excited because this man all but dreams of getting you pregnant! “I’ll give you whatever you want, sweetheart..all you have to do is ask.” Declaring as you find yourself on your knees, swallowing his dick whole (because he knows it gets you so wet) before he lightly cups your chin and fills your mouth with spit before rewarding you with a kiss. “Might even put a baby in you..you’ll look so fucking good.”

onyakopon • the pleasure dom: this man…this man right here. You might as well be prepared to block his damn number because he’ll have you ready to live in his skin when it’s all said and done. He knows you’ll try to evade him and act as if you’re just busy but he knows. He can tell you’re nervous around him or not wanting to make eye contact but he wants you to admit it. Tell him what it is that’s really on your mind. “What you acting so shy ‘round me for? Don’t be like that, ma. I’m your man. You can tell me anything.” As if he doesn’t already know you want him to use you as a fleshlight and make you come until you’re seeing stars. That much is apparent by the way you’re rubbing up on his chest, twirling his gold chain and biting the tip of your finger whilst you’re laying in bed. “What’s up with you, mama? Sum’ on your mind? Tell me what you want..” And it doesn’t take him long to deduce or figure things out when you start to move that hand lower towards his gym shorts. Naturally, he strives to give you exactly what you want so moments later, he’s between your thighs, allowing you to rub on his head; wrapped with a silk durag as he devours your pussy. Sucking and lapping on your clit…drinking in your juices. He knows you get wet but it’s not even a full ten minutes of him pleasuring you that you found yourself squirting into his mouth. Of course, there isn’t a single complaint from your man. He lives for it! “Lemme have that shit..c’mon, baby.” Adamant on the fact that he’s not coming up until he’s certain you’re satisfied. Fuck his own pleasure. And once he sets you atop his dick, bouncing you up and down, he’s focusing solely on you. On your orgasms, on the way your body reacts and especially how much you’re gushing down his shaft with those creamy juices. Squeezing him so tight as if you don’t want to let go. “Take that dick, baby..get your nut. That’s all I’m worried ‘bout right now. Get your fucking nut.”

connie • the freak: mr. constance shows no restraint as is but when you’re ovulating, it goes from bad to worse. Because he knows you won’t hold back either. So nothing is off limits! Every position, every kink, every type of nasty, salacious thing you can think of, he’s using this week as a means to let them all out. Your sex drive is super high so he’s matching your energy tenfold. “Imma fuck the shit out you, wait till I get home.” Vowing with conviction when you send him videos and texts throughout the day filled with freaky treats. The stuff you’re saying to one another is down right deplorable but you love every moment of it. He gets especially excited when you send him a small clip of you touching yourself and the web of arousal is twirled around your nails. You find yourselves engaging in every debaucherous activity possible from letting him bend you over the kitchen counter, legs spread open as he pounds you relentlessly..hands on your throat, hand roped between your thighs as it strokes your clit and you’re so sensitive, he loves it. He’s kissing on your neck, telling you how pretty you look. It’s bliss for the both of you. But then things intensity and Connie is NAWT playing. When you keep begging him for more, he doesn’t hesitate. He does everything he can to fulfill your filthy urges. Exploring every kink that you guys have wanted to try. Sucking toes, spitting in your mouth, fucking your throat..he’s using every hole you have. Even that one..he may even throw some liquor or weed into the mix and things really get fun. “Open that shit up, baby. That ass feels so fucking good. Love how nasty you get f’r me..” y’all literally never rest when that week rolls around!

jean • the bedroom bully: jean is a whole lover boy, no doubt..but he’s lowkey a bully in bed! Jean sort of likes it rough and he lovesss that you never shy away from telling him how you’re feeling…sometimes! When you’re ovulating, it depends on how you’re acting and how he’ll proceed. If he knows you’re in the mood and you’re being a bit more aggressive than usual, he’s with it. He’s loving that you’re tugging at his belt buckle, begging to suck him off.. “yeah, baby? That’s what you want? So what are you waiting for…suck this fucking dick.” Petting your head on the way down and trust, he’s not gentle about it. Even making you hold it in place.. “this is what you wanted, right? For me to treat you like a little slut? C’mon, baby..answer me.” Slapping your cheek in the process. If he’s feeling extra rude, he might deprive you. If you’re acting a little shy, he’s gonna find out what’s going on. He’s aware that you can’t control yourself and he doesn’t hold it against you (but he certainly exploits it!) When he sees you on your phone and acting a little secretive, he gets curious..only to find out you’ve been watching porn and he had a field day! “You’re really something else this week..” Pushing you against a wall, shoving his fingers into your panties and roughly grasping your chin as he forces you to keep eye contact. “What’s this? Can’t even wait for me, huh? That’s alright, I’ll take care of you.”

reiner • the breeder: good god, need I say more?! This man’s breeding kink stays on go as is but when ovulation week rolls around, you have to all but lock his ass out of the house because he’s going to be on you so bad and honestly, you want it. You want him just as desperately so you have to be the one to exercise caution because you know he won’t! You’re up against the kitchen counter or folding laundry and he’s all up on you..touching, kissing and licking on every inch of your skin, just not wanting to let go.. “Reiiii, baby..we can’t, not right now.” Whole time, you’re dripping between your thighs, your nipples are erect and you even find yourself whimpering and rutting yourself against him. “Really, sugar? Because the way you’re grinding on my dick says otherwise.” And it’s on from there, you cave! You cave bad..allowing him to bend you over right there, hoisting your skirt up and fucking you like an animal. You’re both so unhinged and primal; moving about the house in different positions, getting filled in each spot. He’s filled you with so much cum, he can barely even stay in it. You’re scratching at his back, faintly grasping him because you’re terribly overstimulated. “C’mon, darling. You can take one more f’r me. You’re gonna look so good when I fill you up..give you my baby.”

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rikarimu · 10 months

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⋆˚✿˖° - ft. CONNIE SPRINGER | contains: f! reader. unprotected penetrative sex. nsfw. au. aged up to 21. connies just so cute <33

author's note: excuse any grammar mistakes!!

you and connie were strictly friends. nothing more and nothing less. connie and you would flirt constantly, but he never seemed to think much of it and you tried to play it off to the best of your abilities. you guys were practically studying the same major when you met connie. he was really funny and helpful, especially when it came to some of the harder concepts.

ding!

connie: hey do you wanna study together tn??

you: sure what time

connie: 5? ur place cool? jean said that he has someone coming over tn

you liked the message in response. 5pm had rolled around quicker than you expected with connie knocking on the door. you open it to him, looking down at you with those big hazel eyes. you let him in, locking the door behind you. he puts his stuff down by the dining table and starts going through your fridge.

"so, jean still trying to get over mikasa?" you ask following him into the kitchen.

"yeah," he says as he pulls out the cotton candy grapes you have and some juice. "He'll be okay, though. I think it's fucked that mikasa slept with him just to piss off eren. she knew what she was doing."

"have you talked to her?" you ask jumping up on the counter, sharing the grapes.

"Sasha did. says she feels bad, blah, blah, ya know? anyways though, its the same fuckin thing every time." He rolls his eyes and takes a sip of the juice.

you throw a grape in the air and try to catch it with your mouth, but you miss and it hits you in the forehead. Connie watches this and chuckles.

"here let's see if u can do it," challenging him by tossing a grape in the air for him to try. he moved too slow and it hits him in the head, bouncing off. you start laughing. he laughs with you too. you eyes catch and your heart skips because the way he's watching you. noticing you. you break the eye contact and put up your sarcastic demeanor to try and play off the sudden tension.

"so are we gonna do this statics homework or what?" you ask him, jumping down from the counter.

you take your seat at the table, opening your laptop, pretending that you don't notice him watching you. you blush realizing who it is that's staring at you. you've always had a minor crush on connie but never made a move since you guys were pretty close and didn't wanna ruin the friendship. Sasha, even eren (randomly), thinks u guys should go out but, again, you play the nonchalant card.

u check the time and its been about an hour and u guys have barely completed the first problem. one of you guys always breaks the silence to joke and sometimes, both of you will just completely forget about what you guys are working on. finally, you play-yell at connie.

"okay, I've had enough of your sick fucking jokes. can we please finish this?"

"my sick jokes! really, you're gonna pretend like you're not the sick fuck here!" connie jokes (again). you tilt your head and give him a look that he gets.

You guys sit in silence, while Connie begins to search for useful study materials online. You watch as he types on the keyboard with nimble speed, his eyes scanning the screen intently. You find yourself lost in his movements, mesmerized by the way his hands move deftly over the keys. Connie glances over at you and smiles. “Thanks for letting me come over today,” he says. “Yeah, it was nice of you to ask,” you reply, feeling yourself blush slightly. He sets his computer aside and leans in closer to you, and you let out a small gasp as he brushes his lips against yours. The action is so sudden and unexpected that you’re caught off guard, but you don’t pull away. Instead, you lean into the kiss, feeling a rush of euphoria.

As you deepen the kiss, you feel his hands move to your thighs. You can feel how his big hands engulf the skin, gripping you a little hard as he lifts you out of your chair into his lap. As you straddle him, you hear yourself moan softly as he pulls you closer, deepening the kiss. You part ways, breathless and disoriented. You feel like you could drown in his eyes, his touch, his scent. Your hands slide up his chest, exploring the contours of his muscles beneath his t-shirt. You feel his heartbeat beneath your fingertips, syncing with your own rhythm. He pulls away slightly, his eyes searching yours with intensity. “What do you want to do next?” he asks, his voice rough with desire. You shudder at his words, your body buzzing with anticipation. “Fuck me,” you reply, your voice barely audible.

Your hearts races as he picks you up and carries you to your room. Once inside your room, you're flooded with sensations of excitement and anticipation. He guides you over to your bed, and lays you down at the edge of the bed. You're both too lost in each other's gaze to speak, but you know what's to come. As he leans in closer, your whole body is on fire. He brushes his lips against your neck, sending shivers down your spine. You breathe deeply, wanting more.

Your fingers trail down his chest, down his abs, to his waist, and finally to his boxer briefs. Your hand slips inside, feeling his warmth and hardness against your fingertips, and you moan softly. He groans, pressing his lips to your neck again as he digs his hard-on into you through your clothes. You can feel his arousal against your thigh, and you shift uncomfortably. You want him, you need him, and you can’t deny it anymore.

You want him to kiss and lick and hold you tight. You’re burning up, and you can feel your body tremble with anticipation and desire. “Connie, please,” you beg, your voice low and husky. “I need you.” He looks at you, his eyes filled with a mixture of lust and tenderness. “I need you too,” he whispers, before leaning in to kiss you once again. His hands roam over your body, exploring every inch of flesh on display. You feel yourself growing wetter by the second, your body responding to his every touch. Slowly, he undresses you, pulling off your clothes with deliberate care. You shiver as the cool air hits your exposed skin, but you don’t object. You’re entirely consumed by him, every touch and caress driving you further and further towards the edge. Finally, you’re lying there fully naked, your skin flushed with desire.

Connie is hovering above you, looking down at you with desire. He reaches out, tracing the curves of your body with his fingers, before leaning in to capture your lips in a passionate kiss. His thumb finds your clit, rubbing small circles. You moan softly, your body arching into his touch as he deepens the kiss.

Your hands roam over his chest, his abs, and his waist, feeling every ridge and valley as he breaks the kiss and moves down your body. His lips brush against your neck, your collarbone, and finally down to your chest, leaving a trail of kisses in their wake. You're lost in his touch, your body buzzing and aching with desire. You feel his hand make its way between your legs, slowly he inserts his middle and forefinger. Your body bucks and shivers uncontrollably at his touch, yearning for more. He pauses, gazing at you with lustful intent. “All wet, just for me. All of this, just for me,” he murmurs, his voice filled with emotion.

"Don't stop,” you plead, desperate for him to continue. He doesn't need to be asked twice, his mouth moving your breasts as his fingers continue to tease and pleasure your body. With each kiss, your desire grows stronger. Your body is on fire, wanting more of him. You reach your hand down his pants and begin to slowly jerk him off. “No, not yet,” he replies, his eyes sparkling with mischief. Connie continues to touch you, teasing you, and making you crave him more and more. You feel your body tense and your breath catch in your throat. "Please," you whisper, unable to contain yourself any longer. "Please, just fuck me." Connie looks at you with a look of pure lust in his eyes, and you can tell he's ready to give in to your request. He pulls off his underwear and aligns his tip with your entrance. "Fuck, you're so beautiful," he murmurs, his voice thick with yearning. He slides almost all the way in. You grab the sheets and moan. “‘s too much, Connie.” “You can handle it babygirl, as he pushes himself deeper inside of you. You feel like you’re being stretched beyond your limits, but you’re loving every second of it. He starts to move in and out of you with a slow, seductive rhythm that drives you wild. You feel like you’ve never been so turned on in your life, and you moan loudly as he continues to drive his cock deeper into you. You feel your core ready to break. He lifts himself up, gripping your hips as tight as he can, watching as he goes in and out of you. He loves the view of you. Tits bouncing with every thrust, you gripping his arms, the sheets, anything to try and ground you. He liked how he had you, how stupid you got on his cock. Babbling and begging him to fuck you, to go deeper. But what he enjoyed most, was the way his name sounded every time you moaned it. It was him. He was making you feel this way. He wanted to be the only reason you moaned. The only reason you came. He moves his arms on both sides of your head, to go deeper, to feel your skin on his. You take this as an opportunity to dig your nails into his back and running your hands through his buzzcut. He feels the way your cunt is sucking and squeezing his cock, and all he wants to do is make you cum.

“I wanna see you come apart,” He says beginning to pick up the pace. You feel a new wave of pleasure wash over you.

“Yes, yes, I'm close,” you moan, his touches, the intensity of his love making. You moan as his lips on your neck and you're in love and desire. “Cum for me.” He’s grunting and kissing your neck as he plows in you. Your walls are buckling as he thrusts deeper and deeper.

”Please, Connie, please,” You pleaded, needing him to continue. Finally, your coil snaps and you’re screaming Connie’s name. He’s still thrusting relentlessly, leaving you drunk on pleasure.

You moan, gasping for air, feeling like you're flying high. You can feel his muscles contracting, his release building up inside you. “Please fuck me, Connie. Don't stop, ” You beg, your eyes are closed, in a trance of pleasure, not knowing where your hands are, but they're probably cradling, caressing, feeling him up. ”I'm so close.” Connie says, and you feel him twitch inside you. You can feel the pressure building up inside of you, and you're getting close to climaxing again. Your body is tense, your muscles tensing up as Connie pounds harder and harder into you. Connie's eyes lock onto yours, and you feel your heart skipping a beat. You're in awe at the sight of him, lost in his touch and the way he fills you up, feeling the pleasure in your body. Connie looks down at you with a mix of lust and love.

He leans in for another passionate kiss, his lips pressing against yours eagerly. He tenses, feeling him twitch again and you both cum at the same time. You feel his hot, white stripes fill you up as Connie continues to still deeply thrust into you as you ride out your highs together. He pulls out and lays down next to you. Your hearts are still racing, and you're both panting and sweaty from the intimate encounter. "Wow," he says, still feeling the after effects of your pleasure ride. You pat his chest and sit up, beginning to get dressed. “Thanks for that,” you say, feeling embarrassment creeping up on you.

Connie chuckles and stands up, “You're welcome. I'm glad you enjoyed it,” Connie says.

You continue to get dressed, feeling embarrassed and guilty at the same time. You're not sure how to feel about what just happened. On one hand, you're incredibly turned on and satisfied. But on the other hand, you're also feeling a sense of guilt and embarrassment. Connie seems to sense your discomfort and gently pulls you into a hug, holding you close. "It's okay. You don't have to worry about anything right now," he says softly.

“You don’t want to head out?” You ask him confused, assuming this was all he wanted with you. “What? Do you want me to leave?” He asks looking a little hurt. You feel a stab of guilt in your heart. “I'm sorry I didn't mean to hurt you” He looks at you with a smile. “You didn’t. I’m just confused is all. I’m not sure what your end goal is, Connie.” You replied, trying to understand and explore your feelings and emotions towards him. “I like you. I’m not sure about like labels yet, but I’d like to see where this goes,” he says, searching your face for what you’re thinking.” You nod. “I’d like that too.” You smile at him and kiss him.

#connie springer #connie springer x reader #aot fanfiction #aot x you #connie springer x reader smut #snk x reader #attack on titan

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basketball player ony x black spiritual reader

warnings: he sucks the soul out yo p**sy!

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The beginning of your second semester was in just a few days and to say you were excited was an understatement. Right before the first semester ended, you had undergone a ‘second’ spiritual awakening, as you like to call it. You decided you were tired of meaningless sex, worn out from talking to random guys, knowing they were leading nowhere; it never felt aligned with your spirit. The man you were having a fling with was supposed to be just that, a fling. But, of course, you ended up catching feelings.

It was ironic since you were the one who labeled it so as not to catch feelings, but of course, the universe reminded you that your soul wasn’t like that. Sex was an extremely big deal for you, so while he was attractive and could put it down better than the average man, his lack of appreciation was evident. His disrespect left you no choice but to sever ties completely; you blocked him on all socials, removing him from your life completely.

That same week, you had taken the time to really connect with the spiritual side of yourself again. You went back to doing shadow work to confront and shed your limiting beliefs while unpacking your trauma. Starting meditation again became a part of your daily routine, and you even started watching podcasts giving advice on how to liberate yourself from your past.

You started to take care of your physical health, too, signing up for a gym membership and eating full meals with a lot of protein to get your ass right. You were feeling like yourself again, and the feeling of liberation it brought was profound.

You had reevaluated your opinion and feelings toward money, too, deciding that every cent spent would be towards elevating your life one way or another. The universe, naturally rewarded your high vibration, drawing abundance to you in unprecedented ways. Your college sent you a generous check of $10,000, which you ensured was put to good use.

And fast forward just two months into your second semester, it was.

Your life had ascended to an entirely new level: your lashes were consistently sitting pretty, you were opting for waxing every 3-4 weeks, and your wardrobe underwent a complete overhaul- all in shades of pink, of course.

While you always prioritized your hygiene with the money your parents provided you with, now it was tenfold. You invested in new skincare and body care, and your hair flaunted a freshly laid style every 2-3 weeks. Your appearance radiated beauty, mirroring the inner confidence you felt. Thanks to your mindset, showed up as your best self every day.

In your macroeconomics class, you pondered all this, sitting adorable in a light pink tracksuit. The zipper of your sweater was slightly lowered, revealing your perky breasts, while a subtle smile graced your full brown glossed lips. You snapped out of your daze when you heard a whisper of your name from behind you.

“Y/n,” his deep, husky voice caused an immediate reaction within you. Your body moved on its own accord to face him, Onyankopon. Your attraction toward him grew slowly but gradually; it crept up on you unexpectedly. You remember when you first looked at him, immediately struck by his towering stance and commanding presence.

Despite your own tall stature, standing at an impressive 5’8, you were accustomed to men around your height or just slightly taller. It came as a surprise when you found yourself having to crane your neck to meet his gaze. What made your panties drop was his need to bend down slightly to catch your soft-spoken words. This was new.

The universe has to be testing you. What other reason could there possibly be? The way he looked at you, so deep into your soul when he asked you a question about the group project your professor assigned. His gentle manner of speaking made it feel as though it was just the two of you in the entire classroom. It had to be a test.

You’re tuned back into the classroom atmosphere when a large tatted hand waves slowly in your face. Blinking rapidly, you immediately chide yourself inwardly for having been caught staring straight at him without saying anything.

“Oh, sorry,” you murmur, avoiding his intense gaze. You silently plead with the universe, questioning why he had to look at you like that.

Ony chuckles at your embarrassment, he found you adorable. “You good, mama. But for our project, we’d set up a biomass service with an active but limited government, right?” his head tilts curiously as he addresses you, getting lost in your perfect face.

“Uh- yea. We’d have market prices to help fund it, too,” you whispered back to him, missing the way his eyes were studying your face. To him, you are stunning beyond measure. When he first introduced himself, he felt that beautiful was too inadequate of a word to describe you. He couldn’t stop himself from getting lost in your captivating energy.

Too entranced, he simply nodded at your answer, licking his lips while looking at yours. Your professor ended the class early today, assigning an assignment based on a textbook specifically meant for that class—a textbook you hadn’t bothered to spend your money on.

After packing your belongings, you made your way to the front of the class to sign your name in for attendance; while doing so, you heard the sugary voice of your professor,

“You know the project is due in around two weeks, so I wanted to check in on you and see how your progress with your group is so far,”

The minute she said this, an almost forgotten idea came into your head as you quickly replied, “Oh, right! I wanted to ask you to look over what we have so far, to make sure we’re on the right path.”

She immediately nodded affirmatively, “Of course, show me.”

You swiftly pulled out your laptop with a smile, expecting it to open instantly since you had just closed it. To your dismay, you were wrong— so wrong. Glancing around the almost empty classroom, you turned your attention to your computer to figure out exactly why it was taking so long to open, only to find the word ‘updating’ displayed. This prompted frown to crease on your face. I just closed it. Why is it updating now? you thought.

You sensed his presence before laying eyes on him, feeling his towering and imposing figure approach from directly behind you. Instinctively you pressed your full hips against the desk you were leaning on to not accidentally graze him. He was so big though; you knew if you turned around you wouldn’t find much space between the two of you. he stood right next to you.

You glanced around the room once more, only to find it empty. Inwardly rolled your eyes, you couldn’t help but attribute this to the universe when you peeked back at your laptop and found the PowerPoint for your project finally displayed on your screen.

Interrupting the conversation Ony and your professor were having about his last basketball game of the season, you turned your computer to show your professor all the slides you had finished. What you didn’t anticipate was Ony also looking at it.

You could sense his gaze on you, observing your every move as you flipped through the slides, listening to the praise your professor bestowed upon you after each one. When you finally finished and stood up straight, you turned to look up at him, only to find him already staring at you, his expression one of awe. Time seemed to freeze for a good minute as you locked eyes with him. The tension between you was palpable, so thick that for a moment, you wondered if your professor could sense it too, as she continued to praise the work you had done, casting a glance at both of you with a small smile on her face.

You quickly looked away and closed your computer once more, placing it in your knitted tote bag that was decorated in pink bows. Fuck.

You were planning on leaving, not wanting to overstay when you noticed he asked a question to clarify your research paper due a month from now. You couldn’t excuse yourself just yet because although the question was for him specifically, she addressed both of you when she answered.

You think that if you stayed this close to him for another minute, your slick would drip down on the floor from how wet you were getting, especially from the casual glances he kept sending your way while your professor rambled on.

When she finished, you didn’t hesitate to leave, wishing her a good weekend without acknowledging Ony, too afraid you might embarrass yourself. Once again, he simply glanced at you, admiring how your ass looked so plump and fat in the pretty tracksuit you wore. Your colorful waist beads and dermal piercings only adding onto your irresistible allure.

He found himself needing to adjust his sweats, feeling his bulge growing larger as his thoughts drifted to how he simply wanted to hold you, love you—he yearned to consume you completely. You were driving him insane.

You knew of your crush on Ony, but you had ignored it knowing how intense your feelings could become when you liked someone. You just started your spiritual journey again; you didn’t have the time to like someone. You were determined not to entertain it, but with each encounter during your class and even occasionally seeing him outside of class, the urge to get closer to him only intensified.

You went about the rest of classes for the day seamlessly, trying to forget about the 6’7 man that began consuming your mind on a daily basis. Fortunately, you hadn’t seen him for the rest of the day, which you were grateful for, you didn’t know if your panties could handle anymore.

The moment you opened the door to your studio apartment, your beautiful black cat greeted you instantly.

“Hi, my baby,” you cooed as you bent down slightly to pet her. She greatly accepted the attention, instantly trilling at you and rolling over on her back to showcase her stomach.

Later that night you promptly took a cold shower, cleansing your body of all the energies that had attached themselves to you from spending all day around people. Once done, you wrapped your pink towel around your body and sat on the edge of your bed to light your Venus Rose incense. This was your peace.

You reached over to your bedside table, taking your strawberry hemp lotion and treating your body to a much need massage. Then, you grabbed your shea butter baby oil and repeated the same process. Opting to stay naked for the night, you settled back on your silk pillows and basked in the moment.

Your moment was interrupted by a sudden ding on your phone. You smiled when you realized who it was. it was from one of your closest friends, your only friend after you had removed all the toxic people from your life, checking up on you.

Her name was Josefina, and that girl was your rock. one of the few people in your life that encouraged your growth and wasn’t afraid to call you out on your shit when you weren’t on top of game. And of course, you did the same for her. You hadn’t told her about this crush yet, and honestly you were nervous to do so.

“So, i have to tell you something,” you start after you both had been rambling on the phone for about 20 minutes. She gives you a look that can only be described as, ‘what now’. You have a reputation for relying on your intuition and making decisions based on your feelings, but she didn’t judge. Instead, she simply tilted her head and nodded, indicating that she was listening attentively.

“I have a crush on this guy in my group for the big project I told you about. his name is Ony and he is so tall and big girl, oh my god,” you let out a slight squeal as you drift off into a daydream about him.

She giggles at your reaction and lets out a small sigh of relief, which you notice.

“Bitch, i thought you went back to the dread-head you were fucking”, you shoot her a disgusted glance at the mere suggestion, causing her to laugh even harder before she goes on, “I know you don’t like confrontation, so let’s start small, yeah? You have an assignment due next week, right? Just ask him for the textbook since you don’t have it.”

Your eyes widen, and you start making small kissing noises through the screen as if she were there to receive them. “I love you so bad, i’m gonna give you a big kiss when i see you,” she returns the sentiment with a flushed face before you move on to another topic. You both stay on the phone for another hour, discussing your beliefs and interests. This was how it always was with her; you never felt the need to prove yourself, it was effortless to just be yourself.

The weekend arrived swiftly, almost unexpectedly so. With the looming threat of a failing grade and the risk of plummeting from a 3.7 GPA to a mere 2, the only option left was to muster the courage and text your crush, requesting the textbook you desperately needed.

You pull his number from the group chat that included everyone in your group and immediately got to work.

Your heart was beating abnormally fast, you’re going to his dorm. The same thought repeated in your mind at least 30 times before you actually got up and started getting ready. You search through your closet and select a pink tube top that fits snugly around your chest, pairing it with a long, flowing black skirt that grazes the floor. Naturally, you accessorize your outfit with a variety of waist beads and a jade Buddha necklace.

You swiftly fix the baby hairs on your black curly lace and send Ony your location, with a small text of ‘I'm ready,’ accompanying. When he notified you that the Uber had arrived, you hurriedly slipped on your beach sandals and grabbed your laptop and keys. The ride felt long, your nerves ramping up with each passing moment. Finally arriving on campus, you made your way to his dorm room and knocked. As the door opened, your breath caught in your throat at the sight of him, shirtless. Gray sweats hanging dangerously low on his hips, his fat bulge just staring at you.

Why? Why is it so big?

It felt as if time stood still in that moment, and you could only hope for the universe’s mercy.

“Come in, mama” he urges you in with a hand on your lower waist, lightly grazing your dermal piercings. Ony felt weak in the knees when you walked through his door. You were tempting him. With your pretty belly ring of the Ankh symbol twinkling at him. His mind went straight to the rapid movements they would make once he had your smooth legs on his shoulders, feeding you deep thrusts. You were tempting him, you had to be.

“You don’t have a roommate?” You look around the large tidy dorm, but you realized you only saw one set of keys by the door. He takes your laptop and keys and places it on the small wooden desk in front of his couch, right next to the textbook you needed.

He hums, “Nah, I need my privacy,” He grabs your hand and sits you down right next to him. You felt shivers run down your spine from the mere heat coming off of his palm. “You want some water before we start, mama?”

You flush at the pet name he always uses and look down at your classic french nails. “No, thank you Ony.”

Ony didn’t like when you avoided his stare, he wanted to see your beautiful brown eyes. He wanted to see your soul.

“Can you look at me?” He whispers and runs a crooked finger under your chin and tilts it towards him. Your lips were so plump and he held back a groan when you released a small gasp at his action. Your eyes flicker between your nails and his eyes until they finally relax into his gaze.

You could get lost in the way he looks at you, so sinful and passionate. The passion you’ve been longing for. Ony sensed this as he gives a sly smile, “There you go, good girl.”

Fuck. You’re sure the thong you put on 30 minutes ago were already drenched in your mess. If you had the bet, they probably stained your skirt too. That’s the effect he had on you. Ony was in the same boat you were, he knew what he was doing when he put on those gray sweats before he opened the door. Once you glanced down for a split second at his lap and quickly looked up, avoiding his stare yet again, he knew his plan had worked. You can’t get anything past him.

“You want it baby? I’ll give it to you. All you need to do is ask.” His hand began gripping your throat slowly, but firm. You gasped as he pulled you towards him. You were a breath away from his lips, and honestly you couldn’t take the tension anymore.

“O-Ony- We have to work on-” He cuts off your stumbled words before you could finish.

“But you want it, right?” He noticed the way you rubbed your thighs together when he tightened his grip on your throat. He leans to give a small peck to your adam’s apple causing you to grip his shoulders, his big shoulders. “Tell me you want it Y/n.”

“Please- ah!” Ony sucked on a particular sweet spot, hard. He tried to wait until you were at least half way done with the assignment, but how dare you? How dare you come into his dorm looking the way you did? And you expected him not to rip everything off of you and ravage your entire being? Silly you.

That’s how you found yourself in your current position On your back with your lace thong hanging off the tip of his TV and your thighs suffocating his head as he completely sucked the soul out of your clit. Ony was a desperate man, and after one taste of the heavenly slick between your legs, he couldn’t function properly anymore without being in it.

“Oh f-fuck Ony-” He hummed encouragingly and licked faster, eager to taste your cum, eager to see your twisted face when you cum for him.

“You got it, mama. Fuck you taste so good.” You couldn’t handle the pressure you felt, his tongue was eating you so fast. You let out a sinful moan when his tongue started moving in and out of your little quivering hole. Your back arched up off the couch as you grind your lower hips on his wet face. You were dripping everywhere.

You didn’t know what to grab, your hands scrambling around your pretty tits to the couch then back to your tits again. You couldn’t think- you had no thoughts in your brain but Ony and more.

Something was coming, you felt the boiling heat in your lower stomach. And Ony knew what was coming when your angelic mewls started getting shaky and you began pushing your hips away from the onslaught on your poor drenched pussy. He wasn’t having any of that, he tightens his grip on your hips right below your waist beads.

“S-shit I’m- Oh fuck. Ony I-” He somehow went faster, his tongue rolling all over your engorged bud. He ignored your attempts to tap out, he just wanted to please you. Can’t you see that? Why were you running away from him?

“Don’t run Y/n.” The mere octave in his voice caused a broken whimper to escape your messy glossed lips. You were an absolute mess, just from his skillful tongue alone. Your wig slightly lifting, your breathing erratic and irregular, drool now falling, and your arousal overflowing onto both his face and couch. Ony liked you like this. No, he loved you like this.

Your mouth opened into a silent scream, you came unexpectedly rapid. There was no warning when you did, you saw white spots in your vision and wailed out “Ony!”You just gave Ony everything you had, cream and squirt, and Ony, like the greedy man he was, took it all. Unashamedly so.

You thought he would stop after your hips stuttered and bucked for the fifth time in a row, but it’s a good thing you don’t get paid for thinking.

Ony grunted out in between what he decided was his meal, sending heavy shockwaves against your dripping core, “Don’t wanna-” Slurp. “Can’t fuck you without-” Slurp. “Taking you out first.” Squelch. “So let me eat you, okay, mama?” Squish. “You can take it, I know you can.”

You felt your clit twitch in his warm mouth. Ony wanted more from you, so, he took his long middle finger and easily slipped it inside your fluttering hole. Your eyes rolled into the back of your skull and you choked out another loud cry.

He started slow, barely reaching deep in you but he got mesmerized at the way your pussy juice was leaking onto his palm, so he gradually went faster. He wanted more. He latched onto your clit again and coaxes another tatted finger inside of you, splitting apart your warm walls. He became obsessed with the strangled noises you sung out.

“Oh-Oh god. Ah!” You squeal when he curls his fingers against your g-spot and abuses the spongy spot repeatedly. You couldn’t take it. You think you were hyperventilating, but he somehow managed to keep you calm when he intertwined his fingers with yours gently. His dynamic was making your mind scramble. The way he sucked the life out of you while gently caressing your soft hands couldn’t be normal.

You were becoming breathless when you felt the same fire from before come back, tenfold. You were going to lose it.

Ony encouraged you with a muffled voice, “Yeah baby, just like that. Come for me, I’m right here.” He didn’t want to let up for a second. Your body listens against your minds will. You knew you were safe, drenching his face in your essence felt safe. You scream out one last breathy moan before Ony pulls away from your sticky fat pussy lips.

If he didn’t stop now, the girthy cock he had in his pants would’ve have completely battered your pussy in the next second. And like he told you, he wanted to court you first. You gasp and fall down heavily on your back, your breathing loud as you try and catch your shaky breaths.

“You good?” He asks as he looks up at your blissed out face from his kneeled position. This nigga is not serious. Asking if you’re good after he just obliterated your pussy before he even got to fuck you. You didn’t respond, only gave him an exasperated look, which he chuckled at.

“I didn’t want to see you like this before I properly asked you out. But, you just looked so pretty.” He begins as he gets up and walks a few feet away from you to get you some water and a wet wipes. If Ony hadn’t left you temporarily immobilized you would’ve covered your face in embarrassment.

“You make me weak Y/n, and I’d never forgive myself if I didn’t take this chance. Let me take you on a date..please?” He sounded so vulnerable, his voice had a hint of pleading attached to it. You wanted this man so bad, it was impossible for you to say no. He cleaned you up as he awaited your answer with high breaths of anxiety.

You whisper in a hoarse voice, “Yes- yes Ony.” You pull him down towards you and wrap your thighs around his waist. You smiled as your mind went back to the Tarot reading you did last week that promised love in the near future. Maybe, just maybe, this was it. Ony could do nothing but fall harder.

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kkyaka · 2 years

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Through Thick And Thin

Summary: Being stuck in your apartment together reveals some painful truths for Connie

Pairing: Connie Springer x black!fem!reader

Warnings: mentions of quarantine and lockdown but no mention of a sickness or anything like that, lots of angst in the beginning, a bit of miscommunication, decent amount of panicking on Connie’s side, mentions of food, working through relationship problems, reader is insecure at one point, some body worship, lots of communication, a lot of fluff, swearing, work-related stress for both parties, smut: unprotected sex, fingering (f), oral (f+m), mirror sex (sort of), groping, lots of making out and kissing, hair pulling on Connie’s part, tittyfucking (so reader has tits big enough for that), reader is picked up twice, little bit of suggestiveness, I think I covered it, if I missed anything let me know

Word Count: 17,461 (*sighs*)

A/N: *eye twitches* I’ve been working on this for like a month? I think 💀. I’m glad that I’m done with it, and I didn’t think it was gonna be this long, but I’ve been having really bad Connie brainrot for some reason lmao. Anyways, hope you enjoy and reblogs are greatly appreciated!

Having to be on lockdown is what it takes for Connie to realize the state of his relationship with you. No one’s really sure how long the quarantine is supposed to be, but Connie’s not incredibly bummed by it. He’s already been to the store to stock up on a few things that the apartment needed, and when he gets home, he notices that you aren’t there. He doesn’t think much of it, figuring that you’re still at work, so he busies himself with putting away the stuff that he got.

It’s a couple of hours later when he hears the door open, and he walks into the living room to greet you. You close the door with a heavy sigh, bags in your hand, and you jump when your eyes land on Connie, sending yourself back into the door. “Oh, my God. You scared me,” you breathe. “I thought you would be at work,” you say, making no move to hug him or anything as you walk towards the kitchen.

Connie finds it a bit odd, but he brushes it off, thinking that you’d want to set the bags down first. “Well, they sent us home early, y’know? Cause of the lockdown,” he answers, and he notices that you seem a lot more stressed? Or maybe upset? He can’t really tell, but seeing how you let your head fall forward lets him know that there’s something wrong.

“Right.” Your voice is tight, and he assumes that you’re upset about it, so he tries to lighten the mood. Especially because ever since you walked in, he noticed that it’s taken almost a suffocating turn.

“Hey, I mean, that just means we get to spend more time together,” he tries, and you finally turn around to look at him in the eyes, but you’re not smiling. In fact, you don’t even look happy about it. You don’t respond, only shaking your head as you scoff, and when you try to walk away, Connie’s quick to stop you. “Hey, hey, hold on. Is something wrong?”

“I don’t wanna talk about this right now, Connie. I’m tired.” That’s all you give him, and he lets you walk away. He watches you disappear down the hall, hearing the bathroom door close soon after, and he leans against the island in the kitchen truly stumped. He doesn’t know what else could be wrong, standing there for a while as he racks his brain trying to figure it out. The best thing he could come up with is that maybe you had a bad day at work or something.

But then he realizes that it’s Saturday, and you don’t work on Saturdays. He thinks that it’s possible you could’ve had a bad encounter with someone while you were out, but the first thing you always do is tell him about it when he gets home. And then he realizes again that he can’t even remember the last time he’s sat down and talked with you. A whole bunch of nerves and feelings bubble up in his chest, but he tries to remain optimistic. He’ll just give you your space, and then reach out to you a bit later.

Connie checks the clock on the wall to see that it’s been roughly three hours since you’ve gotten home, and he hasn’t seen you since you walked away from him. He got distracted while waiting, deciding to watch TV to try and pass the time, but now the sun is going down, and he still doesn’t know what’s going on with you. He’s starting to get hungry, so he figures he could try and break the ice by asking you if you’re hungry too. He sighs heavily when he stands, wondering if he should brace himself for what this conversation could turn into.

It doesn’t help that he’s never seen you act this way, and to say the least, it’s definitely alarming. When he walks toward your shared room, he sees that the door is closed, but the bathroom door is open, and he wonders how he missed you going into your room. He softly knocks on the door before pushing it open, and his eyes land on you laying down on the bed, your back facing the door.

He can’t tell if you’re asleep, so he keeps his steps light, walking over to your side of the bed. Your eyes are open, but you don’t look at Connie, and now he’s definitely worried. He crouches down so that his face is level with yours, and he can’t help but feel a pang at his heart when he sees the look in your eyes. It’s like there’s nothing there; your eyes are usually full of emotion, but right now, they’re devoid of it.

“Hey,” he says quietly. “I was starting to get hungry, so I wanted to ask if you were too.”

“I can eat.” There isn’t even emotion in your voice, no tremor, no nothing. You almost sound like a robot, and it makes Connie frown.

“Are you okay?” he asks, and you look away from him, taking a while to figure out how you want to answer that question. “I wanted to give you space, but I wasn’t sure—”

“Space is your favorite thing in the world, huh?” you accuse suddenly, and you sit up quickly which makes Connie move back a little. “You still haven't figured it out yet?”

Connie keeps his eyes on you as confusion consumes his thoughts. “Did you have a bad day? Or—”

You scoff distastefully before standing. “Forget it, Connie.” When you walk out of the room, he follows, keeping up with you before grabbing your arm softly. You let him turn you around, and he rests his hands on your arms, but you don’t look at him.

“I honestly thought space would help,” he tries. “I just didn’t want to make you feel pressured to tell me what was wrong.” When you do finally look at him, he can see tears brimming in your eyes, and his face changes as he looks at you. “I’m sorry, okay? Can you talk to me?” He leans down to kiss your forehead, but his eyes widen when you back away out of his reach.

You shake his hands off of you, and your reaction gives you enough time to get away from him because Connie stands in the hallway frozen. He’s at a total loss, and he has no idea how to approach the situation. He can hear you in the kitchen, moving things around, but he can slowly feel things falling apart as the image of you backing away from him replays in his head.

He’s about to turn around when he spots the guest bedroom door wide open. His frown deepens as he walks to the door, and when he walks into the room, he’s stopped by a box. He looks around the room, seeing that these are the boxes you both used when you first moved in with each other. But the difference is that they’re filled and labeled. Connie sighs as he runs his hands over his head, getting a horrible feeling in his chest. In the moment of shock, the only emotion he’s able to register is anger. He storms down the hall, and into the kitchen where you’re looking around in the fridge.

“You’re really gonna leave without an explanation?” He watches you freeze before you stand fully, closing the door to the fridge, but as you turn around, he doesn’t give you a chance to answer. “How long were you planning on leaving, huh? Is there someone else? Because that’s—”

“I thought that’s what you wanted!” you scream, and all of Connie’s bravado goes out the window. You hold back your tears as you look away, taking a deep breath. “Please don’t tell me that you haven’t seen what’s happened to us.” Your voice lowers as you speak, and you can’t even bring yourself to look at him.

“W–What are you talking about?” he asks, taking a hesitant step forward, and you’re glad that the island is between the two of you; although, you don’t really like how it reflects what you’ve become.

“Connie, this is the first conversation we’ve had in weeks,” you say. “I can’t even remember the last time we slept in the same bed or the last time we had dinner together. I can’t remember the last time we talked on the phone when one of us was away.” You’ve started talking, and you don’t think that you can stop until it’s all out. “You’ve been working late, crashing on the couch, and repeating that process for so long, I just—” Your breath catches in your throat, and you can’t stop the tears from falling. “I assumed that you didn’t want me anymore, and that was your way of telling me that you were bored of me.”

“Baby, you know that’s not true,” Connie whispers, holding out one of his hands.

“How in the fuck was I supposed to know that?!” Connie jumps at your exclamation, feeling so much guilt swallowing him whole. “You’ve been finding every excuse to blow me off, whether that’s work, hanging out with your friends, or you’re tired.” You wipe your face quickly when more tears fall. “Do you know how shitty I’ve been feeling?”

You let out a broken sob, throwing the bag of chips you had in your hand on the counter before walking away. “I can’t do this right now,” you say, and it’s like deja vu as Connie once again watches you disappear down the hallway, but this time he hears the bedroom door close. Connie stands there looking at the chips for who knows how long before it sinks in. He staggers to the couch, and he slowly sits down, putting his thumbs under his chin as his fingers rest against his nose.

Connie didn’t know what he was expecting, but that interaction was not it at all. The whole thing replays in his head, and he wonders how so much happened in so little time, and how in the world he let it happen. He was frozen the entire time you were talking. He’s never seen you that hurt before, and it was his fault that you were feeling that way.

Why wasn’t he aware of any of this? Why didn’t he ever stop and think about what he was doing? He started picking up more shifts at work to ease your burden since you were complaining about how stressful work was. You reassured him that he didn’t have to, but he loved his job, so he didn’t have a problem with it; he just didn’t know that he had gotten carried away. The extra shifts were killing him more than he let on, which is why he was almost always getting something to eat on the way home and crashing on the couch so that he doesn’t wake you.

This whole time, he thought he was being good for you.

Tears prick at his eyes as he lays down, letting the silence heighten his hurricane of thoughts. He doesn’t even know if there’s anything he can say to you because it looks like your mind is already made up. And it’s not like he would blame you, wondering if he even deserves a chance to try to fix this. He’ll obviously let you decide, but that doesn’t mean that waiting to hear what you say about that is going to be a smooth ride.

He sees his phone on the coffee table, and he grabs it, squinting when the light hits his eyes. It’s well past dark now, and he doesn’t have it in him to turn on any lights. The first thing he does is look through his messages, seeing that it’s been about a month since he’s texted you, and it’s been even longer since he’s called you. He curses loudly as he locks his phone, fighting the urge to throw it across the room. Instead, he sets it back down before rolling over on his side.

Connie’s eyes burn when he blinks, sitting up to see that the sun is coming up. Of course, he didn’t get any sleep; the anxiety that you could be gone when he woke up kept him up all night. This might seem a little selfish, but he wants to at least get a word in before you leave him for good. He’s uneasy as he walks through the apartment to go to the bathroom, not even sparing the bedroom door a glance. He can see that his eyes are bloodshot in the mirror, and he quickly looks away from his reflection.

He doesn’t know if that was a good idea because his eyes land on a sticky note on the mirror. He feels his heart break, even more, when he realizes that it’s something he put on there when you were going through a hard time at work. It was that period of time that he decided to pick up more shifts, and for some reason, the fact that it’s still there gives him hope, in a way. After he’s done in the bathroom, he moves back into the living room and finds home on the couch again.

To be honest, he doesn’t know how to approach this. The last time he came to you, it resulted in a fight, but he’s worried that if he doesn’t go to you first, he’ll miss his opportunity. The fatigue hits him when he sits down, so he relaxes against the couch, letting his head fall back. His eyelids are so heavy, and he fights sleep for a while before he finally gives in, but just as his eyes close, he hears a door open. He lifts his head up quickly, looking over his shoulder to see you coming into the room.

He doesn’t know what to say, opting to just watch you, the air in the room feeling awkward. “I didn’t wake you, did I?” you ask, your voice sounds rough like you’ve been crying, and all Connie wants to do is pull you into his arms. Your eyes are just as red as his but puffy, and he exhales as he shakes his head.

“No, of course not. I couldn’t really sleep that much anyway.” You play with your fingers, looking down at them before you look at him again, this time gesturing towards the couch.

“You mind?” He instantly shakes his head, moving over to the other side of the couch to give you space as you sit. “Connie, I know I didn’t let you get a word in last night, but before you do, I just wanna say that I’m sorry.”

Connie looks at you like you’ve grown two heads. “Why are you apologizing? This is all my fault.” You shake your head gently, getting ready to argue, but he stops you softly. “I’m sorry, okay? I thought that I was being a good boyfriend when it turns out that I was being the worst person on Earth.” That seems to be enough to placate you for now because you don’t say anything, and Connie takes that as a sign to keep going.

“I was just trying to help you out since you were stressed at work,” he starts, “but in the process, I ended up biting off more than I could chew, and you were affected by that.” He wants to reach for you and touch you, but the image of you pulling away from him stops him. “I’m sorry that I didn’t see how you were feeling, and I’m sorry that I made you feel like you weren’t wanted. I can assure you right now that that is not in no way true. Like at all.”

He feels a weight fall off his shoulders when you give him a small smile, and silence falls on the two of you again, but he doesn’t really know what to say. He doesn’t think he’s really done some “convincing” but he’s also having a hard time trying to put into words what he wants to say.

“So, you want to try and fix this?” you ask, looking down at where your hand and his hand are next to each other, but separated by the small gap in the cushions.

“More than anything in the world,” he answers immediately, and he meets your gaze when you look up at him. “If you decide that it’s not worth it, then I totally respect your decision.”

You chew on your lip as you divert your gaze once again. You’re scared. Mostly because you’re thinking ahead, wondering if this would be worth it once the lockdown is lifted, but you shake it off, focusing on what you do know, which is the present. You solidify your answer by slowly moving your hand forward so that your fingers touch. Connie looks down, a smile forming on his face before he looks at you again.

“So, what do you wanna do first?” he asks.

“Eat or sleep, whichever one comes first,” you answer, making the both of you laugh quietly.

“Well, whatever you want to eat, I’ll make it,” he declares, standing up, and you huff softly before you tell him what you want. You decide that it’ll be better to eat before you fall asleep because you do not want to wake up hungry. You relax onto the couch, turning on the TV to try and pass the time as the noises Connie’s making in the kitchen fill your ears.

You know that this can’t be fixed overnight, and you know that there’s still a lot for the both of you to talk about, but it does feel amazing that you’ve both gotten this far at least. You eventually change the track of your thoughts because you’re starting to slightly spiral the more you think about the situation, and luckily Connie walks in with a plate.

You thank him as you take it, and he sits next to you, keeping that distance between you, but it doesn’t feel as forced. You both eat in silence, finding a random TV show to watch, and you can feel how the tension in the room is starting to ease up. It’s not necessarily gone on your part, but it doesn’t feel like it’s suffocating you.

Connie takes your plates after you finish eating, and you pull your legs up onto the couch, resting your head on the armrest. You don’t remember when you dozed off, but the feeling of something landing on you has your eyes opening. You open them in time to see Connie draping a blanket over you, but he doesn’t realize that you’re awake, focused on making sure that every part of you is covered.

You try to tell him that he can take the bed since you were in it last night, but your eyes fall closed, and the fatigue only allows you to emit a low hum instead of words. You hear him chuckle, feeling the couch on the other side dip when Connie sits down. “Sleep tight, baby,” is the last thing you hear as you let the sleep take over.

It’s been about a week, and you and Connie are still sort of tiptoeing around each other. Connie doesn’t want to push anything, and he knows that this will take longer than a couple of weeks, but he misses holding you. Every time he thinks about it for too long, his hands get all twitchy, and if he’s being honest, he’s scared to try and initiate anything like that. He still thinks about that moment when you pulled away from him, when he didn’t understand how bad things were, and it eats at him.

Now that he’s stuck at home, he thinks of ways that he could try and make it up to you. You’ve given him a second chance, and there’s no way in hell he’s going to mess it up. Although, sleeping on the couch really isn’t doing well for his back. You offered that you could sleep on the couch, but Connie was pretty vehement about letting you keep the bed. At least it’s better than sleeping on the floor.

You won’t lie and say that this week has been a substantial improvement, but it doesn’t feel like anything’s really changing. You’re sitting in the guest bedroom, looking around at the boxes you packed up. It took you a while to even bring yourself to do this. Obviously, it’s not everything you own, but it’s most of it. You were going to take them out when you got a day off work, but then your plans were changed. It’s not like you wanted to leave, but you felt like that’s what Connie wanted.

You sigh heavily as you mentally struggle to open the box, having your hand on one of the flaps, but not pulling it open. You’re scared of what it could mean if you do open it, anxious that doing so would cause another rift between you two. You’re not sure Connie would let that happen, and you don’t want that to happen, but with the way things are going, it might be the outcome.

You can hear Connie coming down the hall, but you don’t look up from where you’re staring at the box. You can hear his footsteps slow as he gets closer to the doorway. “I’m not leaving, don’t worry,” you say as soon as he gets there, pushing down any doubts he might’ve had.

He doesn’t say anything, taking a few steps forward. “Are you…gonna unpack these?” he asks carefully, and you shrug, looking at him.

“I’m kinda scared to, honestly,” you admit. “I’m just worried that I’ll jinx us or something,” you say with a pitiful laugh. “I’m not saying I want that to happen, it’s just—” You stop, shrugging again at the loss of words. “Something I was thinking about.”

“I’m not gonna let that happen,” he says. “I mean, I know there’s not a lot that I can do since we’re stuck here, but I’m going to do everything I can—”

“That’s just it, Connie,” you interrupt, and he frowns. “Don’t get me wrong, this past week has been amazing considering what we used to be, but I don’t think we can go back to being healthy if you spend every waking moment trying to make it up to me.” You sigh, resting your elbow on the box, and pressing your forehead into your hand.

You can see him sit down in front of you, still keeping that short distance. “Okay, but isn’t this whole situation my fault? Or I was at least the cause of all of this—”

“Connie, this relationship is a two-way street,” you say, meeting his eyes again. “I could’ve said something to you a long time ago when I felt we were drifting apart, but I didn’t. Maybe if I had, it wouldn’t have gotten this bad.” You know he’s going to try to argue the same thing, so you stop him before he can. “I shouldn’t have let you take those extra shifts because of me. I think that’s what really started all of this.”

“But we love each other, right? So, we make sacrifices for each other.”

“It’s not a sacrifice when it’s killing us both,” you counter, giving Connie a small smile, and his shoulders drop. You reach for his hand, and he lightly holds your fingers. “I’m sorry I made you feel like you had to sacrifice so much just to make me happy. I can see now that you didn’t have to do that, but I wasn’t in the right headspace to say no.”

He slides his hand into yours, and you give it a small squeeze. “Do you think you can forgive me?” you ask, and he tilts his head to the side.

“Of course, I can. Do you think you can forgive me?” He glances to the side before you answer. “I know you probably won’t overnight. I did a lot more damage to you than you did to me.” You squeeze his hand this time.

“Of course, I can.” You give him a reassuring smile. “If you promise to lay off of the gestures for now,” you add, the fact that they were all adding up over the week was making you feel overwhelmed.

Connie chuckles but nods anyway. “Yeah, I can do that.”

After a month of being stuck in your apartment, you’re sure that you’re going to die of boredom. The news said that it was only going to be a couple of weeks, but every time you watch it, there’s another week being added on. But it’s not like you hate that you’re stuck at home; you and Connie have come really far over time, and it almost feels like when you both first started dating.

You’ve been trying to find things to do while you have nowhere to go, and Connie’s been trying his hardest to keep you both entertained. You both are sitting in the living room, Connie finding a deck of playing cards in his car. Maybe it’s because you’re just that bored, but it’s been keeping the both of you entertained for a couple of hours now.

“You remember when we first met?” Connie asks out of the blue, shuffling the cards.

“Of course, I do,” you laugh. “I was playing cards, and you said that if you lose, I give you my number, and if you win, I give you my number.” You can’t help but laugh again as you think back to that moment, being in a college and being dragged to a party by your friends. You weren’t really feeling it, finding an empty room with some cards, and that’s when you met Connie.

“It was such a lame thing to say,” he says, cringing a little.

“But it worked,” you respond fondly, and he sets the cards down, an equally fond look in his eyes.

“Yeah, it did,” he whispers, and he seems to zone out, but he quickly refocuses, clearing his throat. “Do you mind?” he asks, pointing next to you, and you shake your head, scooting over a bit. You’re confused at his actions, watching him as he moves to sit next to you.

“Are you okay?”

“Can I hold you?” The question comes nearly right after you ask the question, and it takes you back a bit. He’s not looking at you, and you can’t remember the last time he was nervous to ask you something like this. Matter of fact, he usually doesn’t ask; he usually just does it.

Your voice is soft when you give him the okay, inching a little bit closer to him, and you let him move you into his lap. His arms make their way around you as his face falls into your neck. His grip is tighter than you expected but not uncomfortable, and he takes a deep breath. One of your hands rests on the back of his head while the other rubs at his back.

“Is everything okay?” you whisper, and you can feel him nod against you.

“Yeah,” he answers. “I just missed this.” You relax against him, resting your cheek on his head, and you hear him sigh heavily again. You missed this too, of course, you did. You learned pretty early on that physical touch was Connie’s love language, and you hadn’t realized how much you’d been craving it until now.

“Me too,” you murmur after a while, and you both sit there in silence holding each other. You don’t know how much time has passed, but you frown when you hear Connie sniffle. You try to move so that you can look at him, but he holds onto you tighter keeping you still. You continue to move your hands over him softly, but he keeps sniffling, so your concern is only fueled.

You finally manage to pull away, and you can see the tears that are in his eyes. You grab his face gently, angling his head up so that he can look at you. “What’s wrong?” You run your thumbs over his face, and his hands come up to rest on your wrists.

He hesitates for a second, huffing softly before he shakes his head. “Sorry,” he says. “I think I’m just overwhelmed.”

“Because of this?” you ask honestly, a small chuckle coming from you.

“Yeah.” You raise your eyebrows at his answer. “I was so fucking scared when you told me how you were feeling. It was like I was watching things fall apart around me, and I thought I couldn’t do anything about it.” He sighs as he lets his head fall down for a split second before lifting it back up. “I just realized how long it’s been since I’ve gotten to do this, and I almost lost the chance to do this for the rest of my life.”

He sniffles again, shaking his head. “I’m just glad that we’re fixing things because I don’t know what I’d do without you.” You smile widely, biting your lip gently to try and stop the tears from falling.

You don’t say anything, pulling him back into you, and you feel him softly kiss the junction between your shoulder and neck. “Me too, Connie. Me too.” You run your hand over his head, and you notice that some of his hair is in between your fingers. “You’re growing your hair out,” you comment, moving back to look at him.

“I just haven’t felt like cutting it,” he responds, and you roll your eyes. When you meet his eyes again, he’s looking at you like he wants to ask you something, so you look at him expectantly. “I wanna kiss you.” You suddenly find yourself nervous at his declaration, shying away from him slightly.

“You can do that if you want to.” He looks at you like he’s surprised to hear that, and you can see a little bit of uncertainty in his eyes, but before you can question it, he’s cupping your face in his hands. You can feel your heart racing a little, feeling like you’re at the beginning of your relationship again. Your mouth parts just slightly as he starts to lean in, but to your surprise, he tilts your head forward, feeling his lips on your forehead.

He rests his forehead against yours with his eyes closed. “The last time I tried to do that, you pulled away,” he says. “I’m glad you didn’t this time.” He sounds almost relieved, his body slumping a little once he finishes saying that, and you remember what he’s talking about. You know he doesn’t blame you considering the circumstances, but it was mostly a reflex at the time because the gesture didn’t feel right coming from him at the time.

You move to kiss him on the forehead, watching his eyes open and widen. “I love you, Connie.” A loving smile appears on his face, and he goes back to holding you tight like he was before.

“I love you, too,” he echoes, resting his face in your neck again. “I love you so much. Thank you for giving me a chance,” he whispers. “I know I keep saying it, but I’m just so grateful.”

“Thank you for giving me a chance too,” you say softly. “Even though I was horrible to you, you never stopped trying to figure out what was wrong.”

He hums, pulling away again so he can look at you again. “Well, you had your reasons,” he says lightly, and you huff a little before you look behind him, giving yourself some time before you say what you want to ask him.

“Do you wanna turn in early for the night?” you ask nervously, knowing your question is pretty loaded, and you meet his eyes, which have a wavering but hopeful look.

“Are you sure?”

You nod quickly. “I’m sure. And the couch is really uncomfortable,” you add, making the both of you laugh as Connie agrees. You stand first so that he can, and he holds your hand as you both walk to your room. It still feels a little bit awkward, at least for you, because it’s been so long since you’ve shared a bed. Sometimes you would let Connie take the bed while you slept on the couch, but neither of you has slept together.

You crawl in first, moving over to your side of the bed as Connie slides into his. You get comfortable, wondering if Connie feels just as awkward as you do. You lay down on your back, staring at the ceiling, and you hear Connie sigh, glancing at him from the corner of your eye. He doesn’t make a move to touch you or anything, and the longer you lay there, the more you realize that you miss him holding you.

You know he’s not doing so right now for your sake, so you roll over onto your side, facing him before you start to shift over. He looks at you, but instead of saying anything, you just lay your head down on his chest. “Is this okay?” you whisper, and you feel him move his arm so that he can rest it around you.

“Yeah,” he answers. “Is this okay?” It’s his turn to ask, and you nod as Connie pulls the blanket higher up your body.

“Yeah. It is.” His other hand is resting by your head, so you grab it, interlacing your fingers with his before you kiss his palm softly. “Goodnight, Connie.”

He pulls your hand up out of view, and a short second later, you feel his lips on your hand. “Goodnight, baby.”

It seems like after sleeping in the bed together, you’ve had more energy. You were feeling pretty lethargic as the days went on especially since you couldn’t find anything to do around the house. You don’t know if it’s because you’re piecing your relationship back together or just because of Connie, but there are no complaints from you. Your boss has been trying to move your work online, and the last thing you need is for you to be tired all day.

You still have about two weeks before you’re going to be staring at a computer screen for a while, but you are in no rush to start that. You’re walking into your room after coming from the bathroom, and you see Connie sitting on the bed.

“Why was the mirror covered?” he asks, pointing over his shoulder, and you stop walking, looking past him to see the full-length mirror uncovered. You panic slightly, curling into yourself a little bit as you rub your arm.

Connie frowns when he sees your demeanor change, and he stands, making his way over to you. You look away from him as he comes closer, flinching a little when he touches your arms. He’s quick to pull away, but you grab his hands.

“Sorry,” you say. “I’m okay with you touching me, it’s just…um…” You trail off, feeling embarrassed that you have to explain yourself, and you could’ve avoided this if you had just taken the sheet off, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. “It’s just been hard to look at myself lately, I guess,” you admit quietly, and Connie’s hands were rubbing over your skin, but they stop at your words. “Like I said before, I thought you were bored of me, so…”

You bite the inside of your lip, feeling like you might start crying, and Connie pulls you into a hug. You release a shaky breath as you relax into his arms, and you feel him rest his chin on your head. “Shit, sweetheart, I’m sorry,” he says. “Fuck, I’m so sorry,” he adds, his voice a little bit lower, and it sounds like he’s almost mad at himself.

“It’s okay, Connie,” you try, but he’s quick to cut you off.

“No, it’s not,” he says, his voice hard, and you feel like you’re about to erase all of the work that you both have put in. Your lip quivers as a few tears fall, and Connie pulls away from you just in time to see them fall. He wipes your tears, effectively preventing you from looking away from him. “Would you feel better if you punched me?” he whispers, and the question takes you by surprise so a laugh bursts out of your chest.

You wipe your face as you shake your head. “I don’t need to punch you, Connie,” you say, sniffling heavily. “I’m just in my head.”

But it’s his fault you’re in your head. He doesn’t say it out loud, but he knows the look he gives you tells you exactly what he’s thinking. “I would feel better if you punched me,” he presses softly, and you laugh again as you rub your thumb over his cheek. He smiles as you laugh, but he drops it shortly after, turning a bit serious as he grabs your hands. “But, on a serious note? Have you been okay with me touching you?”

You’re a bit surprised at the question, but you nod quickly. “Yeah, of course,” you answer instantly, hoping that you’ve stopped some of his worries. “It hasn’t really crossed my mind lately, but I guess I just get uncomfortable if you look at me too long,” you admit. He just stares at you, and you feel a pang in your chest when you see the pain in his eyes. “Connie, don’t beat yourself up, please,” you try, but you’ve known him long enough that it’ll be a while before he stops kicking himself.

He glances behind you before giving your hands a squeeze when he meets your eyes again. “Can I try something?” he asks, and he starts walking backward towards the bed before you can answer, taking you with him.

“Uh, sure,” you answer, a frown on your face. He steps to the side when you get to the bed, and he gently pushes you to sit down. You’re stunned to silence by your confusion as you watch him walk out of your room. You move further up the bed, setting your pillows against the headboard and leaning back on them. You can hear him shutting drawers in the kitchen, and he comes back into the room with a lighter and two candles in his hands.

He sets one on your nightstand and his before lighting them both. He sets the lighter down, and you watch him close the door, and then turn the lights off. You can only see his dark silhouette as he walks back to you. “What are you doing?” you finally ask, letting him pull you down so that you’re laying down on your back. He sets one leg over you, and when he leans down over you, the only thing you can make out is the small light reflecting in his eyes.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, and you lift your arms up so that you can rest your hands on his face. “I don’t know how you could think that I could ever be bored of you,” he says before you can speak, and you relax a little at his words. “You’re the prettiest girl I’ve met in my life.” You feel your face growing warm, and you can see him turn his head to the side to kiss your palm. He kisses the other one before he grabs your hand. “Is this okay?”

You nod because you’re at a loss for words right now. “I probably spent about two hours trying to find the courage to talk to you at that party back then,” he chuckles. “You basically intimidated me.”

You find yourself giggling, and he smiles when you do, continuing his kisses down your arm. “Intimidated? Because…?”

“Because you’re fucking beautiful,” he declares, his voice strong even though he’s keeping it low. He rests his weight on his elbows so that his face is directly in front of yours. “And I’ll tell you that for the rest of my life.” You bite down on your lip softly as your hands wrap around his neck. “Can I kiss you?” You find yourself smiling at the familiar question.

“On the forehead?” you jest, and you can see him shake his head. You glance at his lips before you look at his eyes, and it’s only seconds before you’re nodding. His kiss is soft and much quicker than you expect, but it still takes your breath away nonetheless. It’s been months since you’ve felt his lips on yours, and it’s almost enough to make you cry.

He kisses you again, this one being longer than the first, and you find yourself chasing after him when he pulls away. “I love you, and I know this won’t magically make you feel better, but I have and will never get bored of you, and you will always be the best thing my eyes have landed on.”

You feel tears pooling in your eyes, and you can’t fight it when your breath catches. You can see him frown, but you kiss him before he can get even more worried. “I love you, too,” you whisper, sniffling as the tears fall down your face. “Thank you, Connie.” He kisses over your tears, and he holds you in his arms when they keep going. You can’t stop crying, and all you can do is wonder why.

“Sorry,” you breathe, your face in Connie’s neck, which is getting soaked with your tears. “I dunno why I can’t stop crying.” He falls over to the side gently, and you instantly curl into him.

“It’s okay, baby. Just let it out.” He rubs over your back, and you calm down a few minutes later, but neither of you moves. You wipe your face after a while, and Connie pulls the blanket up and over the both of you. You feel him kiss your forehead, and you take a deep breath, feeling the fatigue catching up to you from the crying.

“I’m gonna fall asleep,” you warn, feeling like Connie must’ve had more to say or do, but he only tightens his hold around you.

“That’s okay. I’ll be doing this for the rest of my life,” he repeats again, and it makes you smile, a couple more tears slipping from your eyes when you close them. You lift your head up lazily to kiss whatever part of his skin you can reach.

“Love you,” you murmur, and if it weren’t so quiet, he probably wouldn’t be able to pick it up.

“I love you, too.”

You’re standing in the doorway of the guest room, staring at the boxes you packed up. It seemed like it was so long ago, but you feel like you’re finally at a good place to unpack them. Although, you’re not sure if you can do it by yourself. You know Connie was playing with his friends today, so you didn’t want to interrupt. You decided that you would just wait until he’s free, but you hear his footsteps when you’re about to walk away.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, wrapping his arms around you as he pecks a kiss on your temple. You keep your eyes on the boxes as you relax into his hold.

“I think I’m ready to unpack these,” you answer. “Just not by myself,” you add, your voice a little bit lower.

“I’ll help you then,” Connie chirps, and you turn around when his arms slip from around you.

“You don’t have to do that. I know that you were playing with your friends,” you say, but he waves you off.

“They’ll be fine without me. Seriously.” He doesn’t really give you much time to argue because he’s walking back into the living room to shut down the game. You still can’t bring yourself to walk into the room, waiting until Connie gets back. You hear him bantering with his friends before you hear his familiar gait coming down the hallway. He grabs your hand, and you look at him. He gives you a reassuring smile and squeeze of your hand, and that helps you step through the door.

Once you get into the room, you slide the boxes that you first packed up over to Connie, knowing that it might be too hard for you to touch. Connie spends the entire time talking to you, which happens to be the best distraction for the most part. He jumps from one subject to another so quickly that you almost can’t keep up, and it keeps you occupied and it keeps the air in the room from turning sour.

Some of the boxes you had opened back up because there was stuff in them that you needed once you and Connie were starting to sort things out. Other boxes were filled with clothes you weren’t wearing at the time or some that you figured you were never going to wear. Connie just happened to be opening the box with the clothes you didn’t think you were going to wear.

“When did you get this?” he asks, and you look up, his body obscured by the dress he’s holding up. “This doesn’t look familiar.”

“Oh, I bought that on a whim,” you say. “Thought it would be nice for our anniversary or something,” you continue quickly, suddenly feeling embarrassed to admit that, and you focus your attention on the stuff in front of you.

“Are you still gonna wear it?” When you look back up, Connie’s put the dress down, so you can see him. “You know we can still celebrate it without going out,” he offers. “If you’re ready for that, of course.”

Your lip turns up in a half smile before you get up. You walk over to him and sit down next to him, taking the dress from him and looking over it. “Yeah, I’m ready,” you say when you look at him again. “It might just take me a while to feel good about myself when I wear it,” you say truthfully, and Connie rests his hand on yours.

“You don’t have to wear it if you don’t want to,” he starts, “but I would love to see you in it.” He kisses you soundly on the lips before he goes back to unpacking, and you look over the dress one last time. You’ve been sorting your clothes into what you’re going to keep out and what you’re keeping in the boxes, and you think about it for a minute before you set the dress in the keep pile.

Now that you’ve gotten even further in your relationship and established that you’re okay with Connie touching you, his physical touch goes up by a milestone. It doesn’t matter where you are, Connie is almost always there with either a hand on your or an arm around you. Since you cleared out most of the guest bedroom, you decided that you would set up a small, temporary office since your boss finally figured out everything.

The both of you are upset that you have to start working again mostly because that means there’ll be less time that you spend with each other, but you both know that it’s not the worst thing in the world. You’re also glad that you don’t have to meet with everyone every day; only having to if everyone isn’t on the same page.

Connie checks in on you every now and then, bringing you snacks and sometimes making dinner if you’re not feeling up to it. He makes sure that you’re not overworking yourself, and it feels nice to have him there with you because some days are definitely harder than others. Some days, Connie will have you move your work somewhere else in the apartment just to get you a change of scenery so that you don’t get burnt out so fast.

It’s been about three weeks since you started working from home; the lockdown’s been lifted, but most of your co-workers don’t want to leave the house, which is totally fine with you. And even though Connie’s been the biggest help since you’ve started working again, he sometimes tries to keep you hostage.

“Connie, I have to work,” you laugh. You tried to slide out of the bed without him knowing; your alarm usually doesn’t wake him up because he sleeps a little bit heavier than you, and he grabbed your wrist before you could get out of the bed.

“Don’t leave me,” he mumbles, and you shake your head. You try to get up again, but he tightens his grip on you before moving to wrap his arms around you.

“Connie, if I bring my laptop in here, will you let me up?” He doesn’t respond, his face still flat against the bed, but he lets you go which is enough of an answer. You roll your eyes as you stand, raising your arms towards the ceiling to stretch, moving to the bathroom after. You grab your laptop and a couple of other things you need, and then you make your way back into your room.

Connie’s somewhat awake, his back against the headboard, and he blinks slowly as he watches you walk back into the room. You set your stuff down first and then climb onto the bed, which leads to Connie immediately pulling you in between his legs. You chuckle, pulling the blanket over your legs before grabbing your laptop and getting to work. He wraps his arms around you, and his breathing is soft and even, but you can’t tell if he’s dozed off again. He feels warm against your back, and you almost decide not to work, but you focus just a bit harder.

About fifteen minutes later, you feel Connie’s head land on your shoulder right as you found out that you don’t have that much work to do. You rest your hand on his head, turning yours slightly to press a kiss to his hair. “Baby, you’re gonna hurt your neck if you keep doing that,” you scold, but all he does is groan, staying still. You run your fingers through his hair for a while before you return it back to your keyboard.

You feel him nudge your head with his soon after, but you ignore it at first until he does it again. You scoff, getting ready to ask him what’s wrong when he grabs your hand, putting it back on his head. “I need this hand, Connie,” you laugh, but he just responds with a short hum of protest. “I don’t have a lot of work today, so if you let me work, then I can get done faster.” You can feel him sigh heavily, his body knocking into yours gently, and you smile, kissing his forehead before you get back to work.

You’re quick to finish up your work especially since you’re in bed, making you more motivated since you can just lay back down once you’re done. Of course, your co-workers prolong your work time mostly because they don’t know how to do their job. You sigh heavily as you run your hand over your forehead; it was all going so well, and now your stress levels are about to hit an all-time high.

You jump a little when you feel Connie’s arms tighten around you. “You okay?” he asks, his voice raspy, and you scoff as you shake your head.

“It’s my fucking co-workers again. I swear,” you groan, and Connie kisses your forehead. “I was just about to finish.” He hooks his chin over your shoulder, and you can feel his hands rubbing softly over your body. “I’m sorry, it’s gonna be a few more minutes.”

“It’s okay, baby. Don’t worry about it,” he reassures you as he starts to massage your shoulders. “I’ll make breakfast while you finish this up, okay?” You nod, smiling when he kisses you on the cheek. And then he has to maneuver from around you, which takes a minute and ends with the both of you laughing loudly. He finally manages to get out of bed, and then you have to get back to work.

It’s about another fifteen minutes of frustrating work until you’ve finally had it. Instead of doing more work, you just decided to type up tutorials for your co-workers on how to do their job and send them before promptly logging off. You don’t know why you didn’t do that a long time ago, maybe you were afraid of losing your job or something, but at this point, you couldn’t care less.

You’ve been dealing with this shit for so long, and you don’t know why you put up with it for so long. You close your laptop, moving it to the side so that you can get out of bed. You stretch when you stand as your phone pings with a text. You chuckle when you see that it’s Pieck; the only person that you work with that doesn’t want to make you pull your hair out.

You can still hear Connie cooking as you walk into the kitchen, texting Pieck and asking her to let you know if you’re going to be fired any time soon. You set your phone on the counter, and Connie turns his head just as you get to him. “Hey,” he says, getting the last of the food off of the stove. “You finished already? I thought you had a good amount of work to do.”

“I sent them an email with a basic “fuck you” but in professional terms,” you say, and he laughs heartily, his head falling back.

“Nice.” You laugh along with him as you take the plate he hands you, taking your seat at the island at the same time he does. It’s been so long since you’ve felt like a weight has been lifted off of your shoulders. You didn’t realize how much your job was actually draining you, but it’s not like you could’ve just quit. Connie notices your silence when the conversation starts to die down, and he places a hand on your knee to get your attention. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” You sigh, looking down at your empty plate. “I’m just…thinking, I guess.” He scoots the stool closer to you, and he grabs your hands. “I’m just kinda having second thoughts, I dunno,” you say, sighing again at your loss for words. “I’ll tell you when I actually know how to say it. I promise,” you add, squeezing his hands to emphasize it. “Plus, my phone is staying on silent for the rest of the day just in case one of those bitches tries to snitch and tell my boss,” you continue, which makes Connie chuckle.

“Well, I’m glad you finally said something because they aren’t really the best people,” he says, leaning forward. “Who knows, though, maybe doing that means something good’ll happen.” You hum softly, standing up and resting your hands on his shoulders while his move to your waist.

“Yeah, I hope so, but anyways,” you start. “Thanks for making breakfast.” Your hands move to his neck as you lean down to kiss him.

“Of course,” he mumbles, barely giving himself time to answer before he kisses you again. You feel his hands tighten on your hips as you take a step to get closer to him. His arms wrap around you when he deepens the kiss, and you slide your hands into his hair. You feel your body starting to grow warm as the kiss gets more heated, and you moan softly as you melt even further into him.

He sighs quietly as you feel his hands run down your body and under your shorts. He pulls away from you to start planting kisses down your neck as his hands grope at your ass. It’s been a long time since you’ve felt this overwhelmed by Connie touching you, and you’re pretty sure it’s because he hasn’t touched you like this in so long.

Your body feels like it’s on fire, like your heart might beat out of your chest, and you feel your legs threatening to give out on you. You wrap one arm around his neck while your other hand tightens its grip on his hair as he marks your skin. You shakily say his name, and he groans against your skin, one of his hands grabbing your thigh.

“Mm, c’mere.” He adjusts himself in the seat before he grabs at your legs, lifting up one of them, and you follow, straddling him. His lips are back on yours once you get comfortable, and you run your hands down his chest as you start to roll your hips. His hands move to your hips to help you, and he moans, his head falling back as his eyes close.

It’s your turn to let your lips roam, his skin feeling hot against them, feeling his adam’s apple bob when he swallows. You gasp when he suddenly bucks his hips up into yours, which turns into a moan shortly after, and Connie stops you.

“Hold on,” he whispers, both of you breathing heavily. “How far do you wanna go?” he asks. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m totally fine with what we’re doing, but I just wanna ask you.” You take a second to consider his question, wondering what you’re ready for. If you’re being honest, this could be enough for you, but deep down, you know it’s not.

“Um,” you start, your fingers playing with the ends of his hair as he looks up at you, patiently waiting on your answer. “I’m okay with this too,” you say, and you look away from him as you try to say what you want to say next, suddenly feeling nervous. “But, I wouldn’t mind if we touched each other?” You pose it as a question so that he feels like he can choose whether that’s what he wants to do as well.

You feel his hands twitch at your sides as he swallows heavily. “Yeah, yeah. I’m okay with that,” he responds with a nod of his head. You nod after him, and both of you soon start laughing softly, effectively avoiding the air between the two of you taking an embarrassing turn.

He gives your hips a squeeze before he leans forward to kiss you again, taking some time to get you to melt into him again before he stands, holding you in his arms. You wrap your legs and arms around him as he keeps his lips on yours, blindly walking to your room, having the path memorized. He holds you as he moves further onto the bed on his knees before setting you down carefully on your back.

He keeps his face in your neck as he runs his hands under your shirt, and his touch causes goosebumps to rise over your skin. “Is it okay if I look at you?” he asks into your skin, and that’s when you realize why he hadn’t moved his head since he laid you down. You feel your heart swell at how considerate he’s being, and in any other scenario, his question might’ve brought tears to your eyes.

“Y-Yeah, you can,” you answer softly, and he kisses over your face, his eyes still closed.

“You sure?” Thanks to him, over the course of the quarantine, your confidence has increased for the most part. It’s still a bit hard to be completely naked around him, but you’ve gotten to a point where you don’t need the mirror covered anymore.

“Yes, I’m sure. Wanna look at you too, Connie.” You feel him smile against your skin, and he lifts his head, his eyes finally meeting yours.

He smiles widely, just looking over your face before he speaks. “Hi,” he whispers, and you can’t help but giggle, his forehead falling against yours.

“Hi,” you echo, sighing softly when you kiss him, and he grabs your hands, lacing his fingers with yours as he rests more of his weight on you. The weight of him and his body heat is making you warm all over again like you were in the kitchen, and you push your hips up into his. He moans, grinding down against you which causes you to make the same noise.

He kisses all over your neck as his hands trail down your body, finding their home on your shorts. You don’t even let him ask for permission, instantly lifting your hips to give him the okay. He sits himself up so that he can take them off, and he’s quick to catch your thighs when you make a move to close them. He uses one of his legs to hold yours open while his hand pulls the crotch of your panties to the side.

He releases a deep groan as he looks at your pussy which is shiny with your arousal. “God, you are so beautiful. I’m the luckiest fucking guy in the world,” he whispers in awe, and you feel your face grow even warmer, your hands shakily digging into the sheets. You feel like your body melts in relief when he runs his fingers through your folds to get them covered in your juices.

He hasn’t touched you in so long that it feels like you’re drowning in the feeling of his touches. He moans as you watch him slide his fingers into his mouth, watching his body shake as if he’s anticipating this even more than you are. He pushes softly at your clit before making small but firm circles as he pushes his fingers inside of you.

He starts slow as he moves in and out, gradually picking up the pace, and your eyes flutter closed. You start to squirm, especially when you open your eyes again to see that Connie’s looking right at you before his eyes trail down your body. One of your hands holds his wrist while you rest your other arm over your face.

You can hear Connie moving as he continues to make your legs shake, and you feel him grab your hand, pulling your arm away from your face and putting it above your head. You struggle to keep your eyes open, but you can see that Connie’s adjusted himself, and now his top half is parallel with yours again, his face near yours.

“Don’t hide from me, baby,” he says, giving you a kiss that makes your heart flutter. “I wanna see how good I’m making you feel.” You can’t find it in yourself to fight him, and you moan loudly when he curls his fingers, pressing right into that sensitive spot inside of you. Your eyes roll back, your body arching as a part of you tries to move away from the stimulation.

You shakily call out his name, feeling your orgasm coming faster than usual, and you try to reach for his shorts, but you can barely get a grip on them. “Want you to feel good too,” you breathe, and he smiles at you, keeping up his pace, feeling his palm meeting your pussy with every thrust of his fingers.

“I know you do, but I wanna make you cum first,” he tells you, and you’re not far from it, pulling Connie down so that you can kiss him as you feel that knot threatening to unravel. You can’t keep up with it for long, and you don’t need to tell Connie that you’re about to cum when he presses even harder on your swollen clit. You release a choked version of his name as your nails dig into his arms, finding yourself at a loss for words as you cum.

Connie smiles as he watches you come undone on his fingers, continuing his movements until you push at his wrists. Your chest is heaving, and you let your body relax as the last of your orgasm runs through you. You watch as he licks his fingers clean, and soon after, you’re pulling him down to meet your lips, tasting yourself on his tongue when he kisses you soundly. “How was that?” he teases when he pulls away, and you laugh softly, still feeling your heart beating rapidly in your chest.

“Amazing,” you say honestly, taking another deep breath as Connie’s smile widens. This time it’s your turn to reach in between his legs, and just as you expected, he’s hard, and you can even feel how warm he is through his shorts. “I wanna touch you,” you mumble, and he braces both his hands by your head when you pull down the fabric covering him.

You feel your mouth water just looking at him, squeezing your legs at the sight of his dick especially since it’s been forever since you’ve seen him. You push at his chest softly, and you sit up when he starts to move. You pull his clothes even further down his thighs, and he nearly jumps away from you when you take him into your mouth. He’s almost all the way in your throat, and it takes him by surprise so bad that he’s close to falling over.

“God, baby,” he moans, and you can feel him trembling when you run your hands under his shirt. He groans when you look up at him, biting his lip as he gently grabs your hair in his hand. Your mouth feels even more heavenly than he remembers, and that means that this is all going to be over before he wants it to be.

He wants to push you off, but he doesn’t have it in him, his hips occasionally bucking into your mouth. Goosebumps break out over his skin when he feels white, hot pleasure shoot up his spine, a sign that he’s close. He tightens his grip on your hair just a little to give him some room to pull out of your mouth, his eyes catching the string of saliva connecting his head to your lips.

His hips are still moving a little as he catches his breath. “I’m not gonna last long if you keep doing that,” he breathes, and you smile widely, falling back on the bed.

“Well, what do you wanna do?” you ask, and he watches your shirt rise up when you lay down, and when his eyes land on your nipples peeking through your shirt he gets an idea. He must make it obvious or either he was staring for too long because the next thing he knows, you’re sliding your shirt up and over your chest. You cup your tits in your hand, and all Connie can do is watch you as his mouth falls open. “What are you waiting for?”

Your words jump him out of it, and he takes a deep breath before moving further up your body. He pumps himself once he gets to your chest, only doing it a couple of times because the image under him is almost enough to send him over the edge. You push your tits together right as he slides between them, and he lets out a broken whine, Connie finding it almost comical at how good it feels. It’s like there’s a part of him that wants to laugh, but it’s stuck in his throat.

His hips start slow, but it doesn’t take long for him to pick up his speed, and you squeeze your tits around him a bit more when he does. He lets his head fall forward as he groans, and he’s so upset that he’s going to cum so fast. He moans even louder when he feels your tongue darting out to lick at his tip when he thrusts, and his hips stutter out of rhythm. “C-Cut it out,” he whines, his hands gripping the sheets so hard that his knuckles turn white. He knows you’re not going to listen, but it’s not like his words mean that much anyway.

In fact, you only make matters worse, or better, when you start to swirl your tongue around him when his hips start to slow as he feels that knot in his stomach building. It feels like his orgasm comes out of nowhere, and he quickly pulls out from between your tits in enough time to cum all over your chest.

He strokes himself through it, groaning with every exhale, and he finally slows down when he tingles with oversensitivity. He exhales heavily as he sits back on his haunches, letting his head fall back. He looks down at you when he catches his breath and both of you let out a soft laugh.

“That was amazing,” he sighs, and you silently agree with a nod, a lazy smile on your face. “Hold on, let me clean you up,” he says, pulling his clothes back up before getting off the bed. He walks out of your room, only taking a second to get a towel. He wipes you down carefully, getting in the bed after setting the towel on the floor, and he wraps his arms around you so that he can pull you into him.

You yawn as you snuggle further into him as he pulls the blanket over your legs, and even though it’s still pretty early in the day, the only thing you want to do is lay down. You’re technically done with your work today, so you really don’t have anything else to do today. Connie turns on the TV, so it looks like he has the same plans as well, and when he throws the remote to the side, he kisses your forehead.

You smile, lifting your head up so that you can kiss him, moving your arms so that they’re over his shoulders. He cups your face as he kisses you deeply, his hand moving down to press on your back, and he pulls away right before you both get heated. You can’t help but giggle when he rubs his nose against yours, and you run your fingers through his hair.

“I love you, baby,” he says sincerely, and it makes you feel warm all over.

“I love you, too, Connie.” You don’t really look at the TV when you put your head on Connie’s chest, mostly focusing on the sound of his heartbeat, which ultimately puts you to sleep.

When you wake up, it’s still pretty light outside, so you assumed it’s the late afternoon, but Connie’s gone. You stretch when you sit up, yawning as you get out of bed and head toward the living room. You find Connie sitting on the couch, but you’re confused about what he’s doing because the TV’s not on.

“Baby?” He jumps when you call him, barely looking over his shoulder before he looks ahead again. “What’s wrong?” You sit down next to him, and you see that he’s holding his phone in his hand. You don’t say anything as you wait for an answer, and you place your hand on his arm. He grabs your hand, giving it a good squeeze before he speaks.

“I go back to work tomorrow,” he says after a heavy sigh.

“Oh,” you say softly, visibly deflating as you look in front of you. Hearing that did make your heart drop for a split second, but then you remember to think positive. “Well, it’s not going to be so bad this time, right?” you offer, turning your head to see that he’s looking at you, and he looks even more scared than you feel. “You don’t have as many shifts as before, yeah? So, it’s not as bad as you think.”

He still looks upset, your words barely looking like they’re convincing him. “Connie, nothing is going to happen to us, I promise. I’m not going to let you work yourself to the bone again, and it’s not the end of the world that you’re going back.” You cup his face in your hands, and he gives you a small nod.

“I know,” he finally says. “Things are better now. It’s just a little nerve-wracking, I guess,” he admits. “And I’m gonna miss you.”

You snort, rolling your eyes. “Connie, you won’t be gone all day. And you’re not even working every day.” The pout he has on his face doesn’t let up, and you laugh at his expression before you try to kiss it away. “It’s not gonna be how it was before. Okay?” He nods, still looking pretty upset, but it’s not bothering you because you know he’s upset that he won’t be here with you anymore.

You kiss him again, and when you try to stand, he stops you. “Connie, I don’t know about you, but I’m starving, and you have to get up tomorrow.” He falls over so that he’s face down in your lap, and he doesn’t say anything for a while.

“Let’s just order something. I don’t want you to leave,” he mumbles, and you roll your eyes again as you rest your hand on his head. He uses his phone to order the food since yours is in your room and he’s holding you hostage. The only time he gets up is to get the food when it arrives, and you both eat on the couch before you turn in for the night.

He holds you the entire night, and it takes a huge amount of effort to even get him out of the door the next morning. “Connie, you will literally be back tonight,” you laugh, even though you’re not really trying to pull him off of you. You’re both standing by the front door, and Connie’s got you in a hug that you don’t think he’s going to end any time soon. “You’re going to be late.”

He sighs heavily but he finally pulls away, giving you a long kiss before letting you go. “I love you.”

“I love you, too, Connie. Now go,” you emphasize, lightly pushing him out the door, and you laugh softly at the pitiful look on his face. “Have a good day, okay?” He gives you one last kiss that makes you laugh again, and then he’s disappearing down the hallway.

Connie’s never been more anxious to get home. Of course, before lockdown, he wanted to go home, but things are different this time. He won’t be tired when he gets home, which means that he’ll get to spend more time with you, which is what he’s really looking forward to. Although, he’s got a new manager that’s making him a little worried. He’s heard from some of his co-workers that he’s unnecessarily strict, and that makes him nervous.

It’s not because he’s always slacking off or goofing off, but his current manager knows everyone well, and it’s usually pretty nice to deal with. Connie just hopes that this new manager doesn’t cause any problems for him. He texts you on his lunch break, which gives him hope that everything will be fine when he gets home. He knows that the situation that you both were in before won’t happen, but that doesn’t mean he’s not nervous.

That night when you finally voiced what was wrong still haunts him every now and then. Even though you’ve reassured him multiple times, there’s still a small part of him that’s scared that he’ll wake up one day and everything will be back to the way it was.

His first day back at work seemed to go by faster than it usually does, and he’s obviously not going to complain about it. He texted you when he got off, but he didn’t get a response, so he just chalked it up to you being busy with something. He gets home, and he calls for you as soon as he opens the door, but there’s no answer.

He slows his movements as he closes the door, hearing absolute silence in the apartment, and his heart starts to race. He tries to keep himself calm as he walks towards the hallway, and he nearly slumps in relief when he sees you in your room. But then, his relief is replaced with worry when he sees that you’re sitting on the floor by the bed, your knees pushed up to your chest with your head down.

He’s moving towards you in an instant, bombarding you softly with a bunch of questions. He crouches down in front of you, his hands on your arms, and he feels those same emotions rising in his chest as back then when you lift your head up, and there’s tears staining your face. “I’m back, right? I didn’t work overtime this time,” he says quickly, thinking you’re upset because of work, but he made sure to be back on time.

You huff softly, shaking your head as you wipe your face. “Connie, relax. I’m not upset because of that,” you whisper, moving your arms, and Connie can see that your phone is in your hands. “I just got off the phone with my boss.”

He feels a spike of anxiety rush through him as he tries not to assume the worst. “Is everything okay?” he asks, cautiously, and you chuckle softly, nodding as you run a hand over your head.

“Apparently, someone did snitch on me, but Pieck vouched for me,” you start. “I told her my side of the story and the shit I’ve been dealing with, and she gave me the week off,” you say in disbelief. “And she’s giving me a promotion.” You hold back a sob as you let your head fall again. “I’m just so fucking relieved. I hated my job for so long that I didn’t even know what to do anymore.”

You let your legs down so that Connie can give you a hug. “That’s awesome! I’m so happy for you,” he says, kissing your forehead. “You deserve it more than anyone.” You pull away slightly so that you can look at him, a watery smile on your face, and he wipes the tears from your face.

“And that means that I won’t be working on our anniversary,” you add softly, and Connie feels a surge of happiness, but then his smile drops. He quickly pulls out his phone, and you frown as you watch him tap at the screen.

“Fuck!” he swears quietly, and he looks absolutely devastated when he looks at you again. “But I do.” He looks like he might cry, and you quickly try to comfort him.

“Baby, it’s okay. You don’t work the next day, right? So, we can just celebrate it then.”

“It’s not gonna be the same,” he counters, shaking his head. “That’s our anniversary.” He sighs heavily as he looks at his phone again. “I only work till five, so I can get some food on the way home, and we can still have dinner,” he offers.

“Aren’t you gonna be tired?” you ask, and he shakes his head instantly.

“I’ll never be tired when it comes to you.”

You give him a soft smile, and you eventually give in. “If it isn’t too much trouble, then that sounds like a plan,” you respond, and your smile widens when Connie pulls you in for another hug, his laugh echoing off the walls. He kisses over your face, which makes you laugh as well, pushing at his shoulders for a bit before he finally pulls away. “Okay, okay. I’ll make dinner while you get in the shower. Sounds good?” Connie nods, getting out of your space so that you can get up, but he stops you before you can move.

“I love you,” he declares, but he keeps talking before you can, wrapping his arms around you again. “I know I always say it, but I really do. You’ve been nothing but amazing this whole time, and I don’t know what I would’ve done if you had just left.” You give him a warm smile in return, letting your arms rest on his shoulders.

“I love you, too, Connie,” you say. “And I could say the same thing about you, you know? I’m glad that we worked things out, and now we know our limits. There’s nothing that can break us now,” you say positively, and Connie can really only respond by kissing you, feeling like there isn’t another way to tell you how much he truly loves you. He doesn’t think he’s ever been this happy, and he knows that it’ll take a lot for him to be upset now.

If Connie’s ever thought about committing murder, it would be in this very exact moment. Yes, he knew that he would be working on his anniversary. You’ve obviously made plans to accommodate that, so there’s no complaints. No, he did not know that his new asshole manager would be working today. He didn’t accommodate for that. He’s watching the clock, feeling like he could wring somebody’s neck right now.

He can’t even check his phone, and he didn’t even get a chance to do it because his lunch break was cut short. Sasha knows about everything, and she’s been spending the past couple of hours trying to make sure that Connie actually goes home to you instead of a jail cell. “I said I’d cover for you, just go,” Sasha says, but Connie shakes his head.

“And then you take the fall for me? No, that’s not fair,” he argues. As much as he wants to get home, he’s not going to let his friends take the flack. So far, everything’s fine; he’s still getting off at his scheduled time. He takes a deep breath, hoping that it’ll help him do his work faster because he hasn’t been able to pay attention since his lunch break.

Connie just hopes that you’re doing fine. You were asleep when he left, and he didn’t want to wake you up, but now, he wishes that he had. He at least wants to give you a confirmation that he’s going to be coming home with dinner when he said he would, and he feels himself getting worried. He once again has to calm down before he starts to think the worst.

You woke up in bed by yourself this morning, which was a little bit disappointing, but you know that Connie didn’t want to wake you. You slept in a little bit longer than you usually do, checking your phone to see that Connie hasn’t texted you on his lunch break like he usually does. You frown a little, but you just assume that he’s got a lot to do at work.

You get out of bed, walking to the bathroom, and your eyes widen when you see that the mirror is covered in red sticky notes, the pieces of paper making a heart. You scoff in surprise, looking over the whole thing, and you see a pink one in the middle with something written on it, so you pull it off.

Can’t wait for tonight! I love you!

You feel excited for what tonight holds as you read the sticky note, and you can’t remember the last time you’ve felt like this. You sort of wished that you were working so that you could have a way to quickly pass the time. Now, you’re just stuck finding something to do to try and tide you over until Connie comes home. You don’t have that much time left, but there’s no way that you can go back to sleep now. So, you just spend the rest of the time, cleaning up the place and getting it ready for tonight.

Connie nearly groans in relief when five o’clock hits, and he starts to pack his stuff up. But right as he starts to clock out, his manager stops him. “You still have another two hours.”

Connie freezes, laughing a little. “There’s no way you’re serious,” he says. “The schedule said that I was only supposed to be in ‘til five,” he argues.

“I changed it this morning.” Connie's mouth falls open, and he feels himself getting angry all over again.

“That’s fucking bullshit. You’re not supposed to change the schedule the day of,” he spits, and Sasha quickly walks up, trying to efficiently diffuse the situation.

“You stay ‘til seven or you’re fired,” his manager concludes before he walks away, and Connie sits back down in his chair in disbelief.

“Seriously, Connie, just go. I said I’d cover for you,” Sasha pushes, but he shakes his head, and Sasha takes in the look on his face. Connie doesn’t know what to think, he doesn’t have anything running through his head. He can’t check his phone, he can’t tell you what’s going on. He can’t leave because that means he and Sasha could get fired, and he needs this job.

“Connie.” He comes to, realizing that he’s crying, and Sasha puts her hand on his shoulders. “It’s going to be okay. If it makes you feel better, just leave a little bit closer to seven.” He’s not really listening, wiping the tears on his face, and Sasha eventually has to get back to work before she’s reprimanded.

The next two hours go by so slow yet so fast. Connie didn’t even realize that the time has passed until Jean walks up to him. “Dude, get outta here. I called my friend, and he’s got some food to-go for you.” Connie slowly gets up, and then it seems like it kicks in. He quickly packs his stuff up, getting the address of the restaurant from Jean before he hightails it out of there.

He tries to call you, but you don’t answer, and he can feel himself starting to panic. He races to get the food, and he tries to call you the entire way home. When he gets there, he doesn’t even bother taking the elevator, racing to your apartment. He opens the door, but he doesn’t see you. The light in the kitchen is on, but he doesn’t hear any sign of you.

He sets the food down before he races to your room, and his heart drops when you’re not there. He checks the guest bedroom and the bathroom, and you’re nowhere to be seen. He feels the bile forming in his throat as he starts to fully panic, running his hands over his head as he starts to cry. This has to be a dream. He’s going to wake up any minute now. He keeps pinching himself, closing his eyes as he prays for it to be a dream.

In the midst of his panic, he doesn’t hear the door open and close. “Connie?” you call out, seeing that there’s food on the table. You don’t get an answer, and you walk into your room to see Connie in disarray. “Connie! Are you okay?” You set down what was in your hands as you pull his hands into yours. You keep calling his name, holding his face in your hands, and he finally opens his eyes.

You urge him to sit down, and he seems to calm down when he looks at you. “You’re here?”

“Yes?” you answer. “I went to go get the mail,” you say, gesturing towards the stack of envelopes on the bed.

“You weren’t answering your phone,” he whispers and you sigh.

“I’m sorry, Connie. I left it here, and then I started talking to our neighbor. She gave me some wine when I told her it was our anniversary.” You reach behind you, showing him the bottle, and he nearly collapses on top of you.

“I thought you left because I wasn’t here when I said I would be,” he sighs, and you pull him into a hug. “My manager changed the schedule this morning, and I didn’t know, and I couldn’t tell you. I thought I fucked everything up. I thought—” He cuts himself off, biting his lip as he starts to cry again.

“Connie, please look at me.” He listens instantly, and you feel your heart break when you look at his face. “I wouldn’t leave, okay?” you reassure, wiping his face. “And Eren called me and told me what happened. I’m sorry, I should’ve told you, but I kept getting distracted. I’m not mad or upset or anything.”

Connie could nearly cry in relief again, but he opts to laugh instead, a loud sniffle following. “I didn’t see Eren at all today, so I didn’t know,” Connie says. “I really thought that this was the end.”

“Connie, it’s not the end of the world that you didn’t come home when you said. I even offered to celebrate it tomorrow.” This whole situation just made you realize how much pressure Connie’s been putting on himself, and you internally shake your head. “Connie, I love you, and I’m telling you now that it’s going to take more than you being late for this to be over.”

“Really?” he whispers, his eyebrows raising slightly.

“Yes, Connie,” you chuckle. “Compared to how we used to be, this pales in comparison.” He grabs your hands, giving you a small chuckle. “Are you okay? You really scared me.”

“Yeah,” he answers with a nod. “I’m sorry, I feel better now.”

“Well, we can have dinner tomorrow if that’s okay with you,” you try, but Connie shakes his head quickly, holding your hands.

“No, I wanna do this tonight. I’ve been looking forward to this all week.”

“Are you sure?” He nods quickly, making you smile softly. “Why don’t you get in the shower while I fix up the food?” He kisses you instead of answering with words, the gesture taking you by surprise slightly.

“Thank you so much,” he breathes when he pulls away, resting his forehead against yours. “I love you so much.”

“I love you, too, but promise me that you will stop putting so much pressure on yourself. This isn’t good for you.”

He nods. “I promise,” he says, and you kiss him softly on the lips then move to his forehead. You let him go so that he can go wash up, and you move into the kitchen to look at the food he brought. You set up the table which doesn’t take long since you’ve already cleaned up the place before you get dressed.

You’re wearing the dress that you specifically bought for this occasion, and you’ll admit that you look better in it than you thought you would, but you don’t spend too much time looking at yourself in the mirror. You wait in the kitchen, sitting down at the small dining table that the both of you had bought when you first moved in.

You start to feel nervous for some reason, but you don’t get a chance to question why because you can hear Connie’s footsteps coming down the hallway. You stand when he comes into view, and the both of you look at each other. “You clean up really nice,” you compliment, walking up to him and rubbing your hands over his arms.

“I knew you would look good, but you look even better than I can imagine,” he responds, which makes your face warm.

“You really like it?” you ask quietly, and he grabs your chin gently when you look away.

“Yes, I do. You look amazing,” he presses, and he leans down to kiss you, his arms wrapping around you when he meets your lips as yours wrap around his neck. He moans softly when he deepens the kiss, his hands running over your curves, which are accentuated by your dress.

You pull away, breathing heavily as you chuckle. “We should at least eat first,” you say lightly even though your body feels warm all over, and Connie’s really only focusing on your swollen lips as you talk. He lets you pull him towards the table, and his eyes run down your body as you walk. You have him sit down while you grab the wine, and you pour yourself a glass before you hand it to him.

The conversation flows nicely, Connie easily changes the subject, but then you notice that once you finish dinner, he’s not talking as much. “Connie? Are you okay?” you ask, finishing off your wine, and he gives you a shrug before he laughs.

“I’m gonna be honest with you,” he starts, and you eye him cautiously. “I’ve been hard as fuck for the past ten minutes.” Your brain stalls a little at his words, but then when you process it, you laugh a little.

“Are you serious? I’ve just been sitting here,” you say with no heat behind your words. He nods quickly, and you can finally see how much he’s fidgeting. You shake your head as you scoff in amusement, standing up so that you can clean up the table, but he’s quick to stop you. “What?” you question softly. “I was trying to clean the table.”

He pulls you into him, his hands resting on your ass. “You’re really going to do that after what I just told you?”

You smile as you innocently roll your eyes to the ceiling before you throw your arms over his shoulders. “Yes. What else was I supposed to do?” you question and Connie’s face falls a little before he squints at you. “You don’t want dessert?”

He leans down so that his lips brush over yours. “I want you. Pretty sure that’s the same thing,” he whispers, his voice making you hot all over as you shudder. Connie kisses over your face, his kisses following the path of your jaw to the column of your neck. He yanks the fabric of your dress up to your waist, and he grabs a handful of your ass, feeling his fingers brush your pussy.

“Is the dress r-really doing it for you?” you ask shakily, feeling like your legs might give out at any second as you feel your arousal pooling in your panties.

“Fuck, yeah,” he groans, grabbing your legs and picking you up. He puts his lips on yours, and you moan into his mouth when you feel his dick pressing into you. His tongue explores your mouth, and you feel your toes curl as he continues to rub over your core through your panties. He walks to your room, kissing you until you’re breathless, and he groans when you suck on his tongue.

He sets you down suddenly, but then you realize that you’re nowhere near your bed. When you look at him, he smiles at you before turning you around, and your eyes meet your reflection. Connie sets his chin on your shoulder as his hands run over your body, going in opposite directions. “This,” he starts, pinching at your nipple softly, which makes you jump, “is what I’ve had to look at for the past hour.” He plants his lips on your neck again as his other hand plays with the hem of your underwear. “I’d be crazy if I wasn’t affected by this dress.”

You can only respond with a gasp because he makes his way down, his finger rubbing at your clit. You quickly grab his wrist, and you watch his fingers move, and instead of making you insecure like you thought it would, it just turns you on even more. You meet his eyes in the mirror as he bites at your earlobe, the feeling of his fingers sliding in you making your eyes flutter.

He eventually slides your panties down your thighs to give him some more room, and your other hand finds home on his neck as your head falls back to rest on his shoulder. You moan loudly, having a hard time keeping your hips still, and he wraps an arm around your waist to hold you still, holding you hostage to the pleasure of his fingers.

“You’re fucking dripping, baby,” he whispers against your skin, and that’s more than obvious. You can see the way his fingers shin whenever they slide out of you, and the squelching would be more than enough to know that if your eyes were closed.

Your back arches when he presses at your g-spot, and you whimper as you try to move your face into his neck. “Connie, I’m—” You cut yourself off with another moan, and he pulls his fingers out making you relax a little as you sigh. You watch Connie in the mirror as he licks his fingers clean before he grabs your dress and pulls it over your head. You watch him play with your tits, the tips of his fingers circling around your nipples before he pinches them softly.

“Lemme eat you out first, ‘kay?” It’s not like he needs you to respond, and he walks in front of you, getting on his knees. He helps you step out of your panties, and he grabs your thighs, moving you closer to his face. He lets his nose fall into your bush, and you feel your face getting even warmer when you hear him inhale deeply. “Been wantin’ to taste you so bad,” he mumbles, and it’s not even a second after he speaks that you feel his mouth on you.

You jump at the sudden stimulation, putting your hands on his head. He digs his hands into your ass, keeping you flush against him, and your legs start to shake when he sucks at your clit. He fucks you with his tongue, and you can’t fight it when your eyes roll back as your mouth falls open. You pull on his hair hard when his tongue flicks at your clit, and he moans loudly against you, the vibrations only making it better.

The more you pull on his hair, the more enthusiastic he becomes, and it gets to a point where your legs are shaking uncontrollably. “Connie, ‘m gonna fall,” you moan, and he just digs his fingers further into your skin.

“I’m not gonna let you fall, baby. Jus’ hold on t’me,” he says against you, and you can barely hear him, but you have to hold onto the mirror for support, your top half almost parallel with the floor. As you feel your high approaching, you can only call Connie’s name, and you’re pretty sure that most of your weight is on his face. “Look at yourself when you cum,” he tells you, knowing your tells, and you try to listen, but it’s hard, your eyes continuously opening and closing.

He sucks at your clit one more time, and that sends you over the edge. You go silent, giving Connie’s hair a harsh tug before you have to let go and hold onto the mirror, watching yourself come undone. Your legs shake violently, your pussy gushing all over his face, and he licks it up like there’s no tomorrow. He braces a hand on your stomach while his other one rubs over your ass.

You can barely move away to give him a chance to breathe, but you manage to back away, both of you breathing heavily. You look down at him, seeing that his nose and down are covered in your cum, and he licks around his mouth to get as much as he can. “Holy shit, Connie,” you breathe, having to hold onto his hands as you wobble, and he finally stands.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he mumbles, pushing you towards the bed before he strips, and you can see a huge dark spot on his underwear even though he’s still hard.

“Did you…?” you question, pointing towards it, and for the first time in a while, you see him blush as he glances to the side.

“I won’t be cutting my hair any time soon,” is all he responds with, and you laugh softly. Once he’s naked, he sits down first, grabbing your hand to pull you in between his legs. “Want you to ride me. Is that okay?” he asks, and you nod silently, willing to do anything he wants at this point. You feel yourself getting even wetter just from the excitement of him finally being inside of you.

You can’t remember the last time you’ve felt the stretch, but you don’t think about that too much as you lean down, letting a glob of spit land on the head of his dick before you stroke him and smear it all down him. He groans softly, letting his head fall back before he lifts it back up to watch you. He pulls you down by your neck to kiss you, and when you feel him pulling at your hips, you let him go.

You straddle him, putting your knees on the bed so that you can hover over him, and it’s like time slows down. It’s just the two of you, being closer to each other than you’ve been in such a long time; it’s almost overwhelming. He places one hand on your hip, the other one lining himself up, and you start to sink down, biting your lip at the short resistance you feel.

You keep going, both of you moaning as you sink down and start to suck him in. Connie always stretches you out so well, and you feel so satisfied already just bottoming out. You rest your hands on his neck, running your fingers through his hair as his hands run over your back. He’s got his eyes closed with his head towards the ceiling, so you lift yourself up, slamming yourself back down just as fast, and you smile as his reaction.

His hands grab your ass as you bounce, his eyes rolling every time he makes an attempt to open them. “F-Fuck, you feel so good. Oh, my God,” he moans, and you gasp when he takes over, fucking up into you.

“C-Connie!” Your nails dig into his skin, feeling like he’s kissing your cervix with every thrust, and you let your head fall on top of his. Your back arches when he continues to stimulate that spongy spot inside of you and takes that opportunity to press his hand to your back, keeping you there so that he can close his mouth around your nipple.

He goes back and forth between the two; sucking, licking, biting, all of it getting you closer to your climax. He brings on hand to your clit, rubbing quick and firm circles over the swollen bud, and you rest more weight against him as your pleasure mounts, nearly panting like a dog.

“Jesus, I’ve missed this.” Connie wraps his arms around you, burying his face in your chest. “I love you so much,” he says a little bit louder, and you repeat it, your pussy so sensitive it makes tears prick at your eyes. There’s no way you have enough time to tell Connie that you’re cumming, only moaning his name as you do. You pull at his hair again, feeling like that’s the only thing that can keep you grounded because it feels like you’re floating.

Connie cums right after you, pulling away to kiss you as he paints your walls white while he rides out your highs. You keep moving until the sensitivity borders on painful, breathing heavily as you fall against Connie, who falls backward, making you let out a soft moan since he jolts inside of you. He rubs over your back and your butt as he lazily makes out with you, both of you being able to feel each other’s heartbeats due to how fast they’re beating.

You let your head fall into his neck when he pulls away, and you shiver a little as the sweat on your body cools down. There’s a throw blanket on the bed, and Connie reaches above his head to grab it, throwing it over you. “I love you, Connie,” you whisper into his neck as one of your fingers run over his collarbone. “I’ve never been happier.”

He wraps his arms around you under the blanket, tightening his hold before he speaks. “I love you, too. I’m glad you gave me a second chance,” he says. “Because you always make me the happiest man in the world.” You huff at the cheesy line, but you’re smiling widely.

You both don’t move for a while, just basking in each other’s warmth and each other’s touches. You don’t know what would’ve happened if you both weren’t stuck at home, but you’re both glad that you were given a chance to work things out. You snuggle into Connie a little bit more as fatigue overcomes the both of you slowly, and that last thing you both think is that from now on, you’ll always be together through thick and thin.

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