#plussypop

but you loved him too much to not have him in your life. he was your best friend, your soulmate even. but god did he love the streets. he liked to go out with his friends, smoke, getting tattoos, and he was a car guy.

connie was a completely different person behind closed doors though, he loved to be up under you. if he could he would live in your skin. he'd always lay his head on your boobs and in the blink of an eye he could fall asleep there.

he liked to cuddle–all the time. and he was clingy. so clingy. whenever he made the time, he wanted to spend all of it with you. he was your connie. and you were sick of waiting for him. you wanted all of him.

and you knew sadly, you weren't gonna get it.

: open the door

connie's text made you groan and climb out of your bed. you were almost done with your 15-page paper that was due tomorrow morning, and all you wanted was sleep.

murmuring curse words, you walked to your front door, unlocked it, and opened the door to see him. you were immediately hit with his signature smell, and as much as you wanted to be annoyed at him for coming over when you specifically told him about your paper of course he didn't listen.

he smelled like men's dove, dior colonge, and weed.

"don't you look pretty." his raspy voice spoke, eyes following you from head to toe.

"do not. i look exhausted," you said walking off. "lock it behind you!" you yelled heading back to your room.

but you did. connie was left there sprung. your silk press was about a week old, up in a loose messy ponytail, some hairs sticking out around, and two strands out in the front. a shirt twice your size he knew belonged to him, and fuzzy socks.

"no thank you?" he raised his eyebrows, walking into your room and sliding his shoes off.

"thank you, connie." you pulled your laptop back onto your lap.

you really needed to finish this paper, you were so exhausted and stressed about it. you put it off for a while and now the procrastination was catching up to you.

trying to focus on typing you felt a dip in your bed, and eyes burning onto the side of your face. you tried to ignore it, but when his tatted hand trailed up your arm your typing ceased.

"con' i cant focus with you staring at me." you sighed, turning to face him, and hadn't he gotten comfortable.

he wasn't wearing his beanie anymore, or his hoodie. both were off, leaving him in a beige tee and sweats. "you look like you need to relax anyway, smoke with me."

"nuh-uh. 'cause then i'll fall asleep after and this won't be done." he gave you a knowing look.

"mama, just take a break. it'll still be here later." he knew the nickname got you so he took the laptop and closed it, sitting it on your nightstand.

before you got the chance to protest, he wrapped his hands around your waist and buried his face in your neck. "y'know i 'missed you." he mumbled.

"i missed you too." you sighed, hugging him back and melting in his arms.

connie made you feel so safe in his arms, you don't know what it was, but he could be so comforting. its one of the many reasons of why you love him.

at first he began with subtle kisses along your jaw, then open-mouth kisses on your neck, and when he began sucking you inhaled a sharp breath, repeating his name a few time only for him to hum in response like he was doing nothing at all.

"wassup?" he spoke into your neck, pressing a kiss to the hickey he just gave you, then looking up at you with those eyes. the ones you could never say no to.

fuck it.

you grabbed his jaw and finally kissed him. just from the way he was kissing you, you could tell how needy he was for you. hands gripping your waist and playing with the hem of your panties.

he pulled back and pushed you flush against your pillows. "i'll let you get back to your work, after, i help you relax. just lay back."

connie was sweet, and he loved eating you out. feeling you squirm underneath his touch, begging for more, and the pretty moans that would leave your mouth drove him insane.

he knew that he needed to get his shit together and get on the same page as you, because seeing you happy was all he wanted, so he was trying to be more serious and stay out of the party life. messing with random girls, when he knew he had you.

and none of the girls connie had fucked could ever amount to how he felt when he was with you.

"con' please," you whined, wishing he wouldn't waste so much time teasing you.

by now he pulled your panties off and had a hold of your hips, face between your plush thighs.

"relax, yn." he rasped before finally attaching his mouth to your core.

and he's relentless, eating to pleasure you but also to pleasure himself too. the moans that leave your mouth are immediate too. hand reaching down to hook onto the back of his short hair.

he sucked on your clit and when you moaned out louder he switched to flicking his tongue on it at a rapid pace. "f..fuck! don't stop. I'm so close." you whimpered and he focused his tongue on your clit, inserting one of his fingers into your hole that was already clenching around nothing, begging for attention.

he thrust it in and out, then curled it up to hit your spot, and you're bucking up against his mouth let him know he had hit it. he inserted a second finger.

"gonna cum." you breathed out, pulling his mouth closer, and he sped up his fingers and suck harshly on your clit until your back arched and your thighs closed around his head.

but he just moved one of his hands to your thigh to hold you open while he ate you through it. until you were so sensitive, tears sprung in your eyes and you were begging him to stop.

but he collected all of your releases onto his tongue and cleaned you up before finally moving from between your twitching thighs.

you brought him up to your lips for a sloppy kiss, you teeth clashing and lips smacking and in this moment, connie couldn't help it anymore.

he had to tell you how he felt, truly about you. he didn't want to play any more games. he wanted you. all of you. to himself.