pinky pie.

when an unexpected persona approaches connie.

❥ warnings : sfw, drug usage, plug!connie, blk coded fem reader, proof read, intended usage of lowercase.

❥ cookie for ur thoughts ? : a lil drabble for plug connie xoxo i have an armin fic in the vault & an onny fic as a wip, so stay alert <333

plug ! connie meeting you at some party his friend eren was throwing

plug ! connie being so surprised by some cute girl decked out in pink and sparkles asking him for a pre roll

“i dont do pre’s, sorry pretty girl,” he shrugs at you

you pout your lip in annoyance, “can’t you do a girl a solid this one time ?”

plug ! connie muttering nonsense in spanish before agreeing to do the pretty girl a solid (just because she was pretty)

plug ! connie taking your money, watching you bounce away & not thinking anything of it

plug ! connie going home and getting a text from an unsaved number whilst on his xbox

??? : hiyaaa!!! this is connie right ?

connie : yo who’s this

??? : it’s y/n, the girl that asked for a pre ☺️!!

plug ! connie smirking at his phone, even the way you typed matched your exterior

plug ! connie saving your name as something sweet

pinky pie : i got ur # from 1 of my hgs

i hope u don’t mind 😣!

connie : nah u all good

what u need ?

plug ! connie waiting on your response patiently, checking his texts every so often between games with his friends, when you finally reply

pinky pie : i knoowwwww you said you don’t do pre’s but like.. i can’t roll >_<

so unless ur willing to teach me, can i get a pre ?!

connie : u funny ma i like that

send me ur @ and i can teach you a lil sum

plug ! connie instantly hopping off his console the minute you send him your location, telling the boys that he’s got business to attend to

pinky pie : AH TYSM <3 !

pinky pie’s location is active.

sneaky ! y/n getting excited that your plan to see connie again, without having to ask, worked !

<3 connieeee <3 : i’m otw give me 10 ma

CONNIE LIKES TO SUCK TOES

HE HAS YOU IN MISSIONARY YOUR LEGS OVER HIS SHOULDERS HE WOULD POP YOUR BIG TOE IN HES MOUTH, SUCKING IT. YOUR EYES WIDENED YOUR PUSSY SQUEEZED AROUND HIM AS HE IS STILL POUNDING INTO YOU. PULLING YOUR TOE OUT OF HES MOUTH WITH A ‘POP!’ KISSING YOU ANKLE BEFORE FOLDING YOU LIKE A PRETZEL.

“You like that shit huh?”

“Nuh uh”

“Your pussy told me everything I need to know already, so stop lying baby”

!plug connie that’s been fucking on you for a while now but in private because you two have no business being together. A college girl who comes from a good home, loving family and has a bright future with this dude from the streets that sells drugs, totes guns and is always in a dangerous situation..not someone that anyone would ever expect you to associate with but here you were…legs spread up in the air with his palms gripping your ankles as he slow stroked your shit. “Ooh fuck…this pussy so good, baby..” drawing out in a pathetic moan. Truthfully, he could stay there and get lost in it for hours. All those troubles and business could wait. Right now, the only thing he needed was your body. His pistol on the dresser, pounds of marijuana faintly giving off a fragrance from the next room and shoe boxes full of money stuffed up underneath the bed as it creaked from the movements. No, this was the last place you should’ve been but there wasn’t a chance that you’d leave. “Yeah, that dick feel good, don’t it, baby?…got you shaking and shit..” that much evident by the loud cries escaping your lips, along with the trickling cream that dripped down his shaft each time he pushed it in. You felt like heaven…the closest he’d ever get to it with all the sins he’s committed. You’d look down to see that big cock bulging at the pit of your belly.. “Connieeee.” hearing you whimper his name as those nails he had paid for with dirty money clawed into his tattooed arms. He knew he was fucking you good..better than anyone past or future would even dream of. Tears streaming down your pretty face..lashes wilting off from the dampness but you didn’t want him to stop. Luckily for you, he was only getting deeper; speeding up those thrusts to make you really feel it. But his touches in turn became far more gentle..bending down, Connie brushed a hand across those cheeks before letting your lips meet for a barrage of sloppy kisses. Just then, your phone would illuminate and ring for the tenth time that night with friends and family probably searching for you. Wondering where you were; probably another stuffy party or club meeting they wanted you to attend but right now..there was a private affair for two and no one else was invited. Chuckling as he watched you glare over at it..knowing the urge was strong to pick it up but the desire to be fucked dumb until he was the only thing in your mind was even stronger. “my ‘lil good girl..always doing what everybody tell you to..” affirming so sweetly and lovingly with a kiss to your forehead.

“But that’s why you come see..so I can take care of you..our ‘lil secret, ain’t nobody got to know but us.”

18+ only ஜ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ minors, do not interact ࿐ྂ . 18+ only

connie and you always got a little carried away when it came to car sex.

"baby, baby, fuckk'mm."

connie moaned, hands gripping your waist and helping to control your movements. his car is parked on the gargae floor of the basketball stadium, the sound of range rovers heard from the floor above you and the clicks of papaprizi cameras, but it silenced from the sound of connie's loud moans, and oh – if he hears you whimper and plea for more in his ear one more time he might finish, way too early than he'd like.

"you feel soo good daddy," your panting breath on his neck. "do i feel good too?" one of your hands slid up his chest and your shakey tone has him thrusting into you harder than before, and hurriedly quickening his pace until he hits that spongey part inside of you that his you shaking on his lap.

"you feel so good mami, fuck. don't slow down." his hand came down on your ass. but his pace and his hands, and the sounds he was making had you crumbling in his hold, tears beginning to pour down your face. "awe d-daddy, 'm gonna–" and you're interrupted from a knock on the passenger window, and connie's looking over, eye's wide, until you begin to pick up your pace.

you know the windows are tinted so black the other person couldn't even see inside and the lack of connie's pace had you slamming down on his lap harder until you were squirting over his nike tech pants. moaning shamelessly into his chest, arms wrapped tightly around his neck.

pretty lady.

summary: a connie drabble where he has to deal with dating the most prettiest girl.

warnings: mature scenes, slight smut, etc.

commission for: @tojisblondebimbo

don’t forget to dm me for commissions <3

connie loved you with his hearts content, he loved when you would come up to him squealing because you got a new dress, he loved the way how tight the dress clunged to your body leaving no where for imagination. your ass pocking out the bottom of the dress when you would bend over showing your lacy thong clinging to your mound so tightly.

connie loved the fact you were so damn pretty, you were hard headed and stubborn, but soft and poise. he loved how sometimes your beauty could get you anything. for example, you forgot your purse in the house so you turn to look at connie while pointing at the Chanel bag “pa pleaseee I’ll pay you back!!” shaking his head he agreed to buy it knowing damn well you won’t pay him back. but he knew something was up when you seemed to forget your wallet multiple times. what can you say, why would you spend your own money when your man is right there?

but you being pretty can also cause problems. the amount of times he had to beat niggas asses left and right because they couldn’t keep their hands off you. sometimes he wished you wore a plastic bag over your head when going out. he wished your dresses weren’t so mesh and tight on you showing everyone a preview of what’s up under there. but it’s not really his baby’s fault that she’s so pretty so all he can do is grunt about it and move along while rubbing onto your ass any chance he can.

the times he really loved though was being between your legs sucking with his hearts content. looking up momentarily seeing your bambi watery eyes staring right back at him, your plump lips letting out the softest whines possible. slurping sounds filling the room as you rock back against his face trying to catch your nut. connie’s tongue did wonders that sometimes you had to deprive him from the pussy. like one time he wanted to fuck while you guys were at a family gathering and cupped your pussy with his hand after slipping it through the slit of the skirt “connie !!” “whatt? let’s go in my old room hm?”

your hair messy and all over the place, makeup and lip combo smeared, legs kicking around everywhere, toes curling, back arching off the bed “you taste so good mama~ how come you won’t sit on my face forever huh~? don’t that sound like a good idea pretty lady~?” slapping the side of your thighs with pinching your overstimulated clit. “what you think mama~? tell ‘pa’ what you thinking in the pretty little head of yours~” biting your lip you grabbed his hand making him hover over you. watching your plum lips connie heard “you won’t be able to handle it pa~” did I forget to tell you he loved that slick mouth?

he couldn’t leave you alone even if he tried. you were a little bit toxic. everytime he went to do a deal you would latch onto him telling him if he left you in the house alone for an hour max you would leave. of course knew you were bluffing but he still sighed a stayed with you a while longer knowing if he you guys broke up, you’d find a nigga the same day. ouuu he was just like the song area codes by kali, that one line that said “matter of fact, scratch that imma send you a stack just cuz you fine as hell” and bitch that nigga hand you two racks!! while saying “give me a show and I’ll add an extra hermosa” who were you to decline the offer?

overall being connie’s pretty girl had many perks it’s a 10/10 experience <3

skin tight, connie springer.

⸻ connie x fem!reader (black intended)

cw: nsfw/smut, penetrative sex (p in v), use of petnames (baby, pretty), on&off relationship, explicit language.

wc: 615.

♫: skin tight - ravyn lenae ft. steve lacy.

connie loves missionary.

he loves watching his dick slide in and out of you. he loves watching how your pretty face screws up everytime his fingers stimulate your clit. he loves bringing you to a climax, loves feeling your pussy twitch around his dick. and oh, how he loves hearing his name spill from your lips over and over again.

despite the ups and downs of your relationship (if you could even call it one), connie keeps finding himself wanting you. craving you. he also loves being entangled in the wreck that is the two of you — whatever the 'two of you' is.

and he knows you love it too.

⋆

the more connie thrusts into you, the more you struggle to stifle your moans. and he's not having any of that.

"hey. c'mon, pretty. don't do that," he says softly, removing your hand from your mouth to place it above your head. "let me hear how good i make you feel, hm?"

"connie—fuck," you sigh, as he places sloppy kisses along your jaw.

"mhm. i know, baby. i know," he coos, dragging his thumb over your clit. "tell me how much you missed me."

"so muchhh. missed you so much—ohmygod, connie! right there," you whine, acrylic nails digging into connie's back. your legs wrap around his torso habitually, needing him closer to you, deeper in you.

your seraphic voice is music to connie's ears, driving him to snap his hips into you with more passion than before. your pussy responds by squeezing around his dick, eliciting a slew of curses from his mouth.

"s-shit. if you do that, i'm gonna cum," he groans, quickening the pace at which he plunges himself into you. your creamy arousal coats his dick, sticking to your inner thighs and his abdomen.

your eyes snap shut as you feel your climax edge near. attentive as ever, connie knows you're about to come undone, so he raises your leg higher, allowing him to hit your sweet spot with greater fervor. an enchanting man, connie was. he always knew exactly how to coax you into cumming all over his dick, and he loves when you make a mess of it.

"look at me." connie prompts you to open your eyes. you do, and he's transfixed by your blissed-out expression. your eyes are glazed over, and it's how you gaze up at him that makes connie completely melt. "perfect. you're so fuckin' perfect." he breathes, locking his lips with yours in a fervent kiss.

it's not long before you begin trembling beneath connie as your orgasm ripples through you, and you let out a hoarse moan into his mouth. he's still fucking you relentlessly, though his thrusts quickly grow more erratic. your pussy flutters around his dick as he rides you through your high, and your lips part from connie's; you're too fucked out to focus on kissing him back.

connie's placing open-mouthed kisses from your cheek to your neck, before moaning your name into your ear. with one final stutter of his hips, he cums inside you, filling you up with a low "fuuuck". ecstasy courses through his body, and connie releases his grip on your thighs. his shuddering body goes limp, resting his head in the crook of your neck.

the two of you lay just as you are, spent. thin sheens of sweat glisten on your body, and the skin-to-skin contact only enhances the sticky feeling. your breathing syncs with his. you and connie stay like this for a while, just being. you raise your hand to his hair, lightly scratching his scalp with your nails. he hums contently, and his eyelashes brush against your skin as he opens his eyes slightly.

"you're... still blocked." you mumble.

"mm. whatever you say, love."

Around her finger.

Plug! Connie who cannot go one day without speaking to Bestfriend reader. [MASTERLIST]

warnings- none, just some domestic fluff, connie being in love nd not knowing it

On those busy days when he knows he wont be able to see you, he finds himself thinking of you every chance he gets. when’s he’s around his friends or swervin niggas nd doing drop offs, it doesn’t really matter. he’s going to wonder where you are and what ur doing and what ur wearing and just- you take over his mind without even trying and there isn’t a day that goes by without him thinking of you.

He knows ur schedule down to a T, and makes you tell him if something changes. He has with no other intent than being able to know when you’ll be free for him to see you. Is always thankful that ur location shared with him. so he can continue his bad habit of pulling up on you. anywhere. Even if just for five minutes, he’s gon be there and in record time too.

He has a key to ur apartment so he can drop by whenever he wants. Sometimes ur not even home when he stops by, but it feels good to be in your space, surrounded by everything that is you. Feels more at home than the place he sleeps at night. He likes to drop things off for you to come home to, Little surprises and things he knows you love. he likes to stcok your fridge and buy you things ur running out of around the house. He just wants you to have anythig and everything you want and need.

And on those perfect days when you come home, and he’s already there, greeting u at ur door and taking ur bags out ur hands. You start to think it can’t get any better than this. And you seem to forget this is the man who leans out the passenger side window with a glock in his hands and a mask covering his handsome face.

one day he’ll realize how deep in love he is.

some SnK boys and their love-languages <3

Levi, Reiner & Connie

Levi: acts of service, quality time

Levi doesn’t need you to be all up in his shit or to be all up in your shit. You’re both two different people and he respects that, it’s important to him. Instead he will do these small things in the everyday to let you know, show you, that he cares. Love is a verb, right? He will make you breakfast, a cup of tea, clean up the mess you made last night when working late in the sofa. Put your work laptop and papers next to your bag on the table so you don’t have to waste time looking for it. Write little notes on the days he’s up early and you’re out late. Buy that thing for you that you wanted but never got the time to buy for yourself. It’s the little things for him.

And the little moments. When you’re both sat in the sofa with a book, just sharing the moment. Or enjoying a day together at the new art gallery that opened in town. Eating dinner together at the end of the day. To him, these things tie you together.

Reiner: physical touch

He will have you sprawled all over him or be sprawled all over you. Respectfully of course, we wouldn’t want to hurt you under his massive weight. But skin contact? Is essential. Knees touching, legs wrapped over each other in the sofa. Your foot in his lap even when at the table. Sleep with your leg tucked over his or his arm tucked around you. If you fall asleep first he will pull your leg the way he wants it. Literally cannot fall asleep without contact. What if you disappear? How will he know unless you’re constantly touching?

Out in public is much the same but more subdued. If not holding hands you will be locking pinkies. His hand at your back, or your hand wrapped around his arm if the situation calls for it.

Also, get ready for back hugs.

Connie: words of affirmation.

I don’t care. This boy will be so vocal with his love for you. Telling you how lovely you look, how much he misses you, how much he loves you. How much he appreciates your presence. How much it means to him when you message him, how much he loves your smile. Even if the situation doesn’t call for it he will go out of his way to tell you this. He doesn’t care if his friends call him lovesick or tease him, conveying his love for you is always top priority.

However this goes both ways. When he doesn’t get the acknowledgment he needs he gets so insecure. Who would have thought. This happy-go-lucky guy who seems like he wouldn’t give a fuck. He doesn’t really, but when it comes to you he does. When he doesn’t hear it from you he gets so mopey, his head literally hanging from his shoulders. He looks so crestfallen that boy, like the world is falling apart right under his feet. Please just tell him what he needs to hear<3

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Hi Bee! Congrats on 400 followers 🥰

I love first kiss scenarios so would like to request that one please. I don’t mind which AoT character you write as - you get to pick!

Hiii Terra! Thanks so much ❤️ I’m going to do an AU Connie because I’ve never written for him before and I’m feeling like challenging myself. Hope that’s okay (if not you can ask for someone else I don’t mind!!!)

Quick note idk what the fuck economics is I just know it’s a class offered and also I made this way longer than expected.

Connie Springer

Scenario- First Kiss

“You coming over to study after class?” You tried not to sound too eager. Although eagerness was all you could feel, that and the pounding of your heart in your chest. Connie Springer was a long time friend of yours, you’d known each other since junior year in high school becoming fast friends. He was the class clown type, but a solid friend. He had a kind heart and was always there when anyone needed him.

You, Sasha, Connie and Jean were like a foursome. The four musketeers. Ever since junior year when your dad got a new job and you had to move, right before your third year of high school started. You dreaded the move, but the three of them accepted you into their group with open arms. Now here you were attending the same university. Still inseparable.

“Yeah I really can’t fail this class. I’m doing shit, I don’t know how you’re so good.” He wraps an arm around your shoulders as you both head towards your economics class. You feel the pitter patter of little wings flapping against your insides. You’d liked Connie since you met him, and it’s intensified over the years. Frankly speaking you’re in love with him, and Sasha swears he feels the same way. You didn’t think he felt the same way, he usually wasn’t shy about letting girls know he was interested. But tonight’s study session was going to be extra special…because you were going to confess. (Partly due to Sasha’s urging and partly because you needed it to come out)

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“Man this shit is hard. I feel like my brains gunna explode!” Connie says making a “brain exploding” gesture/noise. “Seriously I’m not retaining any of this.” You’d been studying for over an hour, you weren’t the greatest teacher but you did well in the class.

“Why don’t you just drop out than?” you ask with a giggle, looking up from your laptop. He eyes you, with the dumbest expression you’ve ever seen him make. Which just makes everything worse because it was so damn cute.

“I want to prove I can do it I guess.” He admits, rubbing his buzz cut. “Everyone thinks I’m stupid.”

“No they don’t Connie.”

“It’s okay. They do. Everyone except you Y/N.” He smiles at you. “You’ve always been there for me, making me feel like less of a dummy.” he nudges you with his shoulder.

“Well I don’t think your dumb or a dummy. I think you’re perfect.” Damn. Did you actually just say that out loud.

“Perfect huh?” he’s got a big dumb grin on his face, you just want to bury your face in your hands in embarrassment.

“I-I you know what, yes I think you’re perfect Connie.” There it was. Laid out on the table, all the cards in his hands.

He was just looking at you. Smirking. Not speaking, for what felt like an hour but was probably only seconds.

“Hmmm.” He hummed, inching himself closer to you. Until you were face to face, he takes your laptop from your lap, placing it carefully next to you on the bed. Than he leans in, his eyes flutter shut and he kisses you. It takes you a second to realize what’s happening. Fireworks are going off in your head, the taste of espresso, the warm soft feeling of lips against yours. You close your eyes, relishing in the moment. Until it ends, both of you pleading for oxygen. Breathless.

“I’ve always wanted to do that.” he admits. The way he’s looking at you, the way he’s taking in every inch of your face. The way your hair falls over your shoulders, the way your lips look so delicious and inviting. You’ve never noticed him look at you like that, had he always?

“Really? Me too. I- Well I came here tonight with a plan to confess to you how I felt.” you run a nervous hand through your hair, breaking eye contact with him because if you don’t you’re going to want to feel his sweet lips again.

“Oh. I’ve always like you. I thought you knew…I flirt with you enough.” He says with a laugh, placing his hand on yours. Sending shivers up your spine.

“No. I didn’t know.” you look back up at him. “What does this mean than? Like what happens next?”

“I guess we see how we work together.”

“Okay. Yeah, we can do that.”

He pulls you in close to his chest kissing the top of your forehead.

“So perfect huh?”

“can we always be this close? Forever and ever” w connie please?😭

10. CAN WE ALWAYS BE THIS CLOSE, FOREVER AND EVER? (connie springer x reader)

for L’s lover event! based on these prompts

Exhaustion climbs throughout your body like a fleeting tickle. You feel it in the tips of your fingers, all the way down to your toes. Connie feels it, too. 

After a day of lounging in the sun, he lays spread out on your shared bed—his tanned skin contrasting against the cream white sheets. You’re not far from him in the slightest, as you tuck yourself into his side, one leg wrapped around his frame to keep him in place. He lays on his stomach, one hand underneath his pillow and the other firmly thrown across your body. 

The position allows you to admire his back—broad and toned as he relaxes into the comfort of the mattress. You watch it slightly rise and fall with his breathing as you caress the endless amount of freckles scattered across his skin. You wonder how many of them there are, if they ever do actually end. You think they're lucky, to get to live on the warmth of his skin for eternity. 

Silence and the wafting scent of sunscreen envelopes the two of you as the moment feels like a dream.  

“Hey,” he whispers like telling a secret, as if anyone would hear his words when it’s just the two of you, weaved into one another’s limbs and lips. 

“Mhm?” you continue to caress his back, continuing to count the sun-kissed marks that litter his shoulders and sides. They look like their own personal little constellations. Twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three…

“Can we always be like this—this close?” he elaborates before you can even ask him to explain.

You don’t know if he’s referring to your physical or emotional status—if he means the way you’re practically crawling into one another’s skin and morphing into one body, or the way that you're comfortable enough with one another to be counting back freckles as if they’re sheep. You don’t think too far into it, as your answer is the same either way. 

“Yeah, I’d like that,” your reply is simple and sweet, fitting for the moment the two of you share. 

“Forever?” he childishly grins, finally opening his eyes. Pupils dilated and irises wide, filled to the brim with curiosity and innocence.

Thirty, thirty-one, thirty-two...

“Sure, Connie,” you humor him. 

“Forever and ever?”

“Connie—”

“Forever and ever and ever and ever and ev—”

His childish behavior of squirming in your hold and shrieking in your ear makes you lose count of the dots on his back. He’s too quick, too strong as he wraps himself around you even tighter, now practically on top of you as your chin rests on his shoulder. 

“Knock it off, idiot.”

The two of you stay in this position for a little while longer, your hands continue to scratch and rub his shoulders and upper back as he presses his nose further into your neck. You could fall asleep like this, comfortable with your lover’s weight firmly pressed on top of you—but the sun setting through the curtains is a humbling reminder that dinner doesn't cook itself. Someone has to be the adult here and feed the two of you. 

Connie feels you tap his shoulder a few times with the palm of your hand, before rustling around in his hold, an attempt to get him to free you from his grasp and stand up. His grip on you tightens, and is followed by a lengthy whine. 

“Stay.”

“Okay,” you sigh in faux defeat. Dinner can wait, you suppose, “Only for a few more minutes.”

After all, you do need to restart your freckle-count all over again. 

One, two, three, four...

“How about forever and ev—”

The force behind your abrupt push has him falling off of you as you finally stand. He’s laughing, very pleased with himself and the reaction he was able to pull from you. Walking towards the kitchen, the last thing you’re able to make out from his fit of chuckles and wheezes is a string of I’m sorry, baby’s and Couldn’t help myself’s. 

Yeah, someone has to be the adult here. 

connie & eren are definitely the type to scream when it’s been too quiet for too long.

Cockwarming with Connie in bed always ends with your face buried in the pillows because he can’t keep his hands to himself. Rubbing your thigh, lower back and fondling your ass. Leaning in to give you the nastiest and sloppiest kiss ever, while one of his hands moves in between your legs to rub your clit and the other one gently guides you to grind on his cock.

“Come on baby throw it back, fuck yourself on daddy’s cock”

“Just like that baby”

ahhh im so excited!! ok for the hornknee hcs how about basketball player connie w a corruption kink w his nerd gf 😋

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whewwww! listen. hear me tf out.

cw: corruption kink, fingering, smoking, connie wears chains and uses aave, oral, some other things

!basketball player connie, who’s like (y/n)‘s exact opposite, the yin to your yang to be exact..is always getting you two into some sort of antics.

!basketball player connie, who knows you don’t play about your grades and studies constantly tries to get you to skip class or miss out on a tutoring session to come chill with him.

‘Man, c’mon (y/n)..you can miss one day, ain’t nobody gone be mad. I’m tryna’ spend some time with you and you playing..”

!basketball player connie, who finds it funny that you still get all nervous around him even though you’ve been together for six months.

!basketball player connie, who purposely wears his chain, shows off his tattoos and keeps a blunt lit when you’re around because he knows that it low key gets you excited.

!basketball player connie, who sits manspread..waving you over with a finger to come sit on his lap, loves to feel up your thigh until you nuzzle your face into his neck.

“Why you getting shy on me, baby? What’s wrong?”

!basketball player connie, who fantasizes about getting you out of your element and out of your clothes too, becomes so hard at the thought of all the nasty things he wants to do with you.

!basketball player connie, who wants so badly to turn you out starts with letting you lick his papers, just to see how that tongue would look sliding across his cock.

!basketball player connie, loves slow tongue kissing and getting you turned on just so he can shove his fingers between your thighs and watch the reaction on your face change. Knowing you like it so much more than you let on.

“Feel good, don’t it? Has to..you so wet for me, baby.”

!basketball player connie, who lets you ride his fingers until you come immediately lets (y/n) taste yourself, not even realizing that he’s molding you into his own toy.

!basketball player connie who knows he can’t resist you much longer, lets you pull his dick out and stroke it. Just so you can get a feel and get used to it.

“Am I doing it right?” questioning so sweetly that it makes him throb in your grasp. Tossing his head back as he moans.

!basketball player connie, tells you it’ll feel even better if you put your mouth on it and coos as he puts your head in his lap.

!basketball player connie, who tells you how pretty you look with his dick between your lips and how proud he is of you, knowing it’ll probably make you wetter.

!basketball player connie loves stroking the side of your face with his thumb, calming you down as he sees you tense up at the sight of his shaft laid across your tummy.

“I know you not gone be able to take it all on your first time, baby. But we’ll go slow. Just relax for me..”

!basketball player connie knows you’re gonna be a problem once he gets you out of your shell and gets you right.

Idk if its just me rewatching all of the step up movies but Connie is Moose and Moose is Connie...I said what I said..

You can not tell me Connie doesn't dance in the mirror while he's alone, I always pictured him like a you tube dance choreographer or kinda like the group Ayo & Teo

he definitely gives off You Got Served, Stomp the Yard kinda vibe....KINDA LIKE OMARION OMG or Chris Brown

but no, watching the rain dance again has got my mind STUCKKK on Connie, him drenched in the rain, sweating and panting his heart out but imagine dancing in the rain with him guiding you along with his hands glued to your hips..

yall know this boy is a FLIRT too, anytime the tension in the routine gets heavy and thick, a smirk paints over his face and his canine tooth shows as he bites his lip, pushing you closer to him while is hand runs down to the small of your back.

just imagine him teaching you the choreography...bitch...I'm what???

PREGNANT!

hi!! i absolutely love your fics, would you mind doing another Connie fic where he’s a plug.

boys need love 2.

summary: connie took you with him to all his drops stop by stop, things lead to another/ just know he needs to blow off steam and your there for him.

warning: oral, black y/n, messy y/n, a bit of mean connie, slighy rough, throat goat, mature scenes, etc.

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swiping on your phone looking for outfits you’d purchased later on while sitting in a curled up position in the passenger seat waiting for connie to finish the trade. turning your to look at him approach the car and smile, finally seating down on the drivers seat and giving you a quick kiss he pulled off and went to the next destination. this has been going on for a while, him taking you to his drops but making sure your not seen he just loves when you were next to him.

“what’s you looking at so intensely on your phone mariposa?” he spoke so low with that accent that made you want to jump out your seat and su- “I’m looking for new clothes but these are not giving what they’re supposed to give.” rolling your eyes at those ugly ass options. “uh huh well when you’re done show me it and I’ll buy it fo you, and it better not be something that’s gone rip because of that fat ass.” laughing at the memory of that previously happening but yelping at feeling a squeeze in your ass from him slipping a hand behind you to grab on it.

“con- move your hand and focus on driving !!” smiling and moving his hand and went back to focusing on the road. stopping the car at some house connie reached over you to grab the last bag left that was in the glove department. fixing your glasses and giving your head a kiss like he always did before he left he went and got up walking up to the house. this time the drop took a while causing you to be a bit worried, reaching under your seat to grab the glock so you can go walk up to the house but was stopped by connie storming out the house with a mugging face.

“you good-” “-not right now y/n.” taken aback but not only his rudeness but him saying your government name. rolling your eyes and going back to your phone ignoring him the whole ride. “tell me you don’t know a javon y/n.” finally stopping the car at the drive way and tilting his head to the side staring at you. “nigga what- who tf is a ja- ohhh” you knew that house looked familiar! it was one of your bitch ass ex’s house. “he’s just an ex con” you answered but that didn’t seem to matter to him.

“an ex who asks me all sorts of questions like ‘is her pussy still good?��� ‘she like when you hit from the side’ ‘tell her hit me up when you done alr?’” after saying that sentence connie stopped the car and headed towards the house reaching into your guys shared bedroom. following after him trying to get his attention to which he would ignore, finally after reaching the room and standing up in front of him as he’s sat on the bed. “con he was trolling you, he doesn’t know shit about me fr, it doesn’t even matter anyway he’s a bum.” trying to relieve the conversation by reaching your hand to rub at connie’s curls to which he moves away.

sighing you went to the last resort by putting your body wave 30 inch into a ponytail and fixing your glasses to stay on sturdier. getting down on your knees and sliding his joggers off along with his boxers and taking his dick into your hands. “y/n the fuck are you doin- fuckkkk~” rolling his head back when you slid the tip past your throat and sucking sloppily while jerking the rest of the length off. rubbing at his balls while you started to deep throat it all the way to the bottom and started shaking your head causing bubbles to erupt and cover the whole bottom half of your face not caring if it looked messy.

curling his toes and groaning out loudly connie was paralyzed on the bed with his eyes rolling back, yes he’s gotten head before but you, you weren’t ordinary bitch you were a leech!! “ohhh shittt~ mamii~ that feels so good~” bring his hand onto your head to find something to give a bit of a tug on. letting out a slight whimper and bite his lap as you took it out your mouth and slapped the tip on your tongue repeatedly while flicking your tongue in a rapid motion against the tip. “you like that papi~” you said as you went down to start licking at his balls while looking up at him. “you know I do mami~ fuckk just like that~” kissing his teeth while reeling his head back connie didn’t know if he was in heaven or just dead overall by the way you was taking his soul, nigga had his toes curling, back arching, lip bitten, eyes rolled back, whimpers,and high pitch ass moans.

slipping it out over and over again as a way to tease him but rubbing his tip on the pad of your tongue letting him shoot his cum down your throat which you gladly swallowed. rubbing in his thighs to calm down his rapid breaths and minor leg shakes you leaned up and laid your head on his clenched stomach “you feel better pa~?” “yess~ you did such a good job mariposa~”

— THE CON MAN DANCES

> STARRING :: Choreographer!Connie Springer

> CONTENT WARNING :: Head-canons of our favorite boy!

> AUTHORS NOTE :: This is for my first post, so let’s not come to crazy number one lmaoo. Second, you cannot tell me you can’t see this man being a dancer. He just SCREAMS choreographer, he has the energy and he is just so HIM, it would be a crime if I didn’t write this honestly.

★ Choreographer!Connie was a talent many people admired. At only 24, he’s managed to go on tour with many stars ranging from Usher to Teyana Taylor, the man was unstoppable.

★ Choreographer!Connie who began his dancing career when he was only 10. His parents felt it would be best for Constance to have an outlet to release all the built up energy within him. As some years continued to pass by, by the time he was 14 he was chosen to be apart of the popular dance group of that time, The Titan Troupe, and from that point it was history.

★ Choreographer!Connie enjoyed the limelight, being on everyone’s radar for being one of the best upcoming dancers in the industry. Even with this title, he is extremely humble and grateful that people are putting him in such a light.

★ Choreographer!Connie decided after some months of contemplating to open up his own dance studio! Springer’s Dance Studio was an instant hit as many people signed up the moment he posted the application.

★ Choreographer!Connie also made a youtube channel dedicated to showing his classes and some of his own personal choreography moves just to put more credentials under his belt. Which lead to him have 2 million subscribers in one month.

★ Choreographer!Connie who uses his connections to invite some of his very close friends to his classes to be a second pair of eyes for him, giving his students the chance to give their all and open to the door of brilliant opportunities for them.

> AUTHOR AFTER THOUGHTS :: I’m gonna be honest, I had a whole different approach when it came to writing this out, but I’m not mad about it. Maybe I could dig more into Choreographer!Connie if y’all like this 👀. But I am very happy with this and I hope y’all enjoyed! Until next time my loves, kisses 💋.