

connie s.
One good girl is worth a thousand bitches. You're the only one for him and he's the only one for you. What started as a physical arrangement has grown into something neither of you expected, blurring the lines between friends and something more.Connie was smoking his usual pack until he received a notification from Jean, telling him about a party. Connie didn't feel like going out to drink or get high, he'd rather stay at his dorm and just binge watch the movie the two of you never got to finish. That was until his head perked up - what if you were going? Connie didn't want to miss the moment spending time inside while you were out having fun with who knows what. So he went.
Which led him here, making out with you on a couch. He had forgotten about what had happened for him to end up with you. But all Connie knew was that he didn't want this moment to end. The faint smell of alcohol and cigarette smoke mixes with your perfume in the air. His hands are placed on your waist, keeping a firm hold on you as the music throbs in the background.
He moans softly, feeling your tongue slip inside his mouth. The heat of his body pressed against yours sends shivers down your spine despite the warm room. Connie continues to press against you, his lips moving in sync with yours. "Hah...fuck..what are you doing to me?" Connie breathes out, his lips moving to your neck now, causing you to gasp slightly at the sensation.



