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[gabriellessworldd]

Never get yo bitch back!

plug!connie x black fem reader 😛😛

wc- 1.7k!

☆ warnings ☆: mdni! mentions of weed nd alcohol, smut 18+, cheating (established relationship w eren), public-ish sex (bathroom unlocked door), pnv, oral (f receive), Connie and reader have wanted each other for a min, first time writing ever don't drag me y'all pls!! 😓 I kinda want to make this have multiple parts but idk yet. I'm very open to criticism nd I hope y'all enjoy!

"Y/nnnnn, cmon you can come outside for one night!" Your best friend Sasha whined through the screen. As much as you protested, deep down you really did want to go out. Especially because Eren wasn't at home, you really wanted to talk to him since y'all haven't been doing so well recently. Petty arguments, sleepless nights, ig posts, and to top it all off he hasn't been to your house in weeks, not giving y'all anytime to have a conversation.

You check the time and see it's 6:00pm that means you got at least 2-3 hours before you would have to leave. "Girl you right, send me the lo. What you wearin?" Sasha set her phone up to show you the outfit she picked out, "Girl that's cute asf!! Ima match you." Sasha helped you pick out an outfit (1 or 2) that resembled hers. "Okay Sash ima finish my hair nd makeup, lmk when yall otw there." "Bye N/n, i gotchu." Sasha hung up and you continued finishing your hair and makeup.

Once you were in your car you looked at the location, realizing that it was at Jean's house, meaning Connie would be there. There was something so attractive about Connie that you didn't know how to explain, he was just, mesmerizing. You knew you would never be able to approach him tho, him nd Eren had been friends forever, and that was a boundary you wouldn't cross. Nothing being crossfaded couldn't fix..

You pull in front of Jean's house and it's packed, you can hear the music from the street. You text Sasha that you pulled up and fix yourself in the car mirror. "We're waiting for you at the front N/n." You read Sasha's text and get out of your car. When you open the door Mikasa, Annie, Sasha, and some other girls greet you. You scan the crowd feeling a familiar stare, you turn to your right and see a crossfaded Connie Springer and his homeboys sitting on some sofas in the corner. Connie feels you stare back and smirks. 'This finna be interesting.' You think to yourself.

You make your way to the kitchen to take a couple shots, Sasha gets a blunt from Ony, and y'all head upstairs to light up. When the sesh is over you feel amazing, the music is blasting, you're having a great night, and you're a 10, what could be better? You and the girls head downstairs to go dance and enjoy your night. You and Sasha throw ass like there's no tomorrow and Mikasa is right there to catch it. You laugh and stand up straight when you feel the stare of those familiar hazel eyes. "Ima go grab another drink" you tell Sasha and she drukenly nods.

You walk up to the counter where all of the drinks are, "hey connie" you look at him, and smile. He leans in closer to you "wassup mami, you look good. shit, you smell good too." he smiles at you with all of his pearly white teeth and you notice his silver grillz.(#1, #2, #3) God he's so fine. The way his red eyes are hanging low, the smell of his cologne, and his pretty ass accent, triple homicide.

"Where yo man at tho? Thought he was gon come tonight." Connie's confused as to why Eren isn't at this party trailing you like a lost puppy, unless, y'all wasn't on speaking terms right now. He grinned at the thought "Oh um Ion really-" You stuttered out wondering why he would ruin a good conversation. "Nah you ain gotta answer mami, follow me." He held his hand out with a 'hm' and you quickly took it, needing to feel his touch. He lead you upstairs to the first bathroom he saw, he opened the door, "Tu vas primero hermosa" you go first beautiful. You smiled at the sentence and walked in front of him. His eyes naturally trailed down to the best view there was 'Damn.' was all he thought as he watched you walk and felt himself get harder in his sweats.

"So wassup?" You questioned him, almost like a challenge. You leaned your back against the counter and looked into his eyes. "To be honest ion wanna play no games ma, you know what I want." He leaned towards you, muscular and veiny arms on both sides of you, caging you in.

You could feel the tension grow as both of you realized just how badly you needed the other. "Can I?" Connie asks to kiss you 'and he's respectful omg add that to the list' you think, "Yes, you can." As soon as those three words came out of your mouth, Connie grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you to him, his other hand quickly found your ass and squeezed, while your hands slid their way into his scruffy buzzcut. The kiss was passionate but it also had a hint of hunger, longing almost, like both of you waited your whole lives for this. Both of your tongues fighting for dominance, and both of you wanted, no, craved more from each other. Connie's large hand found it's way to your throat and he squeezed softly earning a light moan from you, Connie pulled away, a string of saliva connecting you two.

"Ay dios mio mami" oh my god Connie whispered. Connie littered bites and hickeys down your neck and exposed cleavage, not caring who would see. He tapped on your thigh, a signal for you to stand so he could remove your pants. He then picked you up and set you back down on the counter, he kissed the insides of your thighs and left a trail of bites. He looked up at you for confirmation, and you nodded your head, he pulled your panties to the side. Connie was in a trance, the way your folds were so puffy, the way they were covered in wetness, connie almost came in his pants at the sight. "Fuck." was all he said before he began kissing and sucking on your lips. He spread them open with his middle and index finger, and could've sworn he saw heaven.

He plunged his fingers inside your wet hole, sucking on your clit while he pumped his fingers in you nice and slow. "Fuck con" you let out a soft moan, it was like music to his ears. He worked his fingers a little faster and curled them up grazing over your spot. "o-oh fuck connie mmhm, right there" He came up, bottom half of his face covered in your sweet juices "You taste so sweet, princesa" and with that he went back down and devoured you like you were his last meal. "a-ah mm con. That feels soo good" you whispered, feather light moans. You could feel the knot in your stomach tightening as he pushed his tongue in and out of your hole. "Cmon mami let me hear you." he felt you squeeze his tongue and pull his hair, that was enough to let him know. He pushed his fingers back in and started pumping at an insane speed.

"Go ahead ma, let me taste all of you" Your thighs tightened around his head as you felt your high coming. "ah connie 'm gonna cum, fuck!" you moaned out louder than before, he curled his fingers again, making you throw your head back and squeeze your eyes closed. "Joder, eres tan deliciosa." damn, you're so delicious.

Connie stood up and your hands immediately found the band of his sweats and boxers, in one tug you pulled them both down. "Eager much huh mami? Well I expect you to take it all then." Your eyes widened at the statement but your thoughts were cut short when you heard him speak again. "Turn around for me mami, and don't take your eyes off the mirror." The dominance in his voice made you even wetter. You turned around towards the mirror and he slid off your panties.

He smeared his tip on your folds, collecting your wetness. Without warning he pushed his full length in, starting off with slow strokes. "Fuck mami, you're squeezing me so tight" You arched your back a little more and relaxed. He starts moving quicker and palms the fat of your ass.

Connie props one of your legs on the counter and smacks your ass. "f-fuck connie oh!" hearing you get louder, not caring if anyone could hear you, only riled him up more. He snaked his hand around your throat pulling your head up more so you could see what a mess he made of you. Your lip liner gone, mascara smeared on your damp bottom eyelashes, and a fucked out expression. Connie thought you looked perfect.

"Y-yes mami, take all t-this dick" you hear him stutter his calm demeanor fading away as he fucks into you at an unruly pace. "Ah! Con so good. i-it's so big" He smacks your ass again and continues fucking you.

He pulls out and you pout feeling empty "Calmate princesa." calm down princess He chuckles and flips you on your back then he pulls your hips closer to him. He pushes back into you, not wasting any time. Connie pushes your legs back a little more "Keep 'em right there ma." You hold the back of your knees with your hands, feeling connie's tip hit all the right places, Connie places a heavy hand on your lower stomach and he presses down. "a-ah con please! it feels soo good." You and Connie both feel yourselves about to cum.

"Con 'm about to cum! ah please Connie!" You can feel your thighs starting to shake, "g-go ahead mami, fuck you're so perfect. m-make a mess all over me." Connie rubs on your sensitive bud and keeps fucking you deep. You can feel a wave of pleasure wash over you and your vision turns white. "Ah! Connie fuck 'm cumming!" You yell, "f-fuck me too ma." You notice his voice falter and crack at the end, he sounds so angelic. He pulls out and hot, white, ropes coat your tummy.

Connie begins wiping off your stomach and he leans in to kiss you, but he sees something in the corner of his eye, almost like a, figure. "Shit" Connie says blankly, putting his pants back on. You scramble to put your clothes back on and turn to see Eren standing there looking pissed.

"what.. what the fuck is wrong with y'all?"

Whew chileeeee. y'all did I at least nibble or what 👀 but lmk if I should make this multiple parts, also give me title ideas!! lmk if y'all want to be tagged in the next parts! love u all nd I hope y'all had as much fun reading as I had writing this! (watch nb read ts #embarrasing 😰)

- with lots of love, gabrielle <3

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you laugh when your bestie mia tells you about her vacation in florida, she’s currently telling you about her sneaky links and showing you pictures as you do her nails, you’ve been doing your own nails for years and you’ve extended to doing your friends too.. you softly tap the acrylic onto her nail shaping it neatly—

“ugh i wanna go on a vacation” you say as you start filing her nails.. “you could’ve went with me i asked” she says in a sing song voice slightly teasing you, you roll your eyes “you know how my parents are stop playing” she laughs and nods..

your phone vibrates and you hear a ding cutting your music off for a second and you look down at your phone and see it’s a text from connie, you immediately feel warmth all over your body and try your hardest to fight back a smile..

“unt unt girl you gotta tell me about him now” laughing you say “it’s not much to tell yet, we’re just hanging out you know?” mia gives you a knowing look “mhm” and goes back to humming to the sza song playing through your room

a while later your taking pictures of her nails, “girl hold your hand straight” you laugh.. “i’m trying shit, i drank too much coffee” you giggle and finally get pictures to your satisfaction and sigh leaning back in your chair.. then you start to clean up

“so there’s this house party tonight down the block you trynna go?” you look up “i don’t know, you know ion really go to parties like that” mia groans “please y/n i don’t wanna go by myself and we don’t have to stay long” you think about it… “ugh fine” you say and she yells “period!” you start thinking about what your gonna wear and how your gonna do your hair “so imma leave, the party starts at 6 and i’m gonna go get ready and imma pick you up then okay?” you wipe down the table “okay bet” she comes over and gives you a quick hug before leaving—

“life is better on saturn” you sing while you put highlighter on the tip of your nose while looking in the mirror, you hear a ding and mia texts you she’s outside so you quickly get up looking at your outfit, mid rise jeans and a cropped white halter top, something slight something comfortable, you slip on black kitten heels you thrifted and you put on all your jewelry, rings, necklaces, bracelets, and switching out some of the earrings on your stack..

you drench your body in perfume because that’s the only way to do it and you grab your purse, quickly grabbing your lip gloss and liner before running out the door—

connie looks down at his phone for the 100th time today, waiting for you to text him back, he takes another hit from his blunt, and ignores when his friends try to talk to him about something cause now.. you stressin him out a little bit.. you haven’t gotten to the point in your relationship where your sharing locations so he has no idea where you are or what your doing.. he sends you another text

“wya mama?”

he waits 10 mins and still no response, he sits up a bit and rubs a hand down his face “this fucking girl man” he whispers and gets up, mumbling to his friends he has to go..

you unknowingly forgot to text him back and your in your own little world as your at the party, you dance with mia grinding against each other and singing tipsily towards each other giggling, it’s hot and sweaty and it truly feels like a movie, the beatbox your drinking is running through your veins and pumping false confidence and sensuality, it hinders your common sense a bit so you allow that one guy to touch up on you a little bit, you let him hold your waist as he moves behind you—

you and mia slip away from the dancing a bit going to find more drinks, you lean in the counter giggling with mia watching her pour a bunch of different liquors in two cups for you both and you feel your phone buzz and realize your getting a call, not only that but you’ve gotten several texts, you pick up

“h-hello?” you stutter a bit and giggle

“y/n? where you been i’ve been texting you all day”

you realize it’s connie and you slightly sober up

“im sorry ive been out all d-day, i didn’t see the texts”

connie slightly clenches his jaw as he sits in his car and tries to calm himself down, “where you at now?”

“im at a party with mia” you giggle softly

“who tf is-” connie starts his car and speeds down the road.. “where’s the party at”

“ummmm” you hum trying to think about it but your drunk mind won’t let you, “i’m gonna just send you my location” you do so and connie looks at it realizing it one of his buddies house and makes a turn and heads there.. “i’m on my wa- he’s about to say but is cut off when you abruptly hang up” he almost throws his phone but calms himself down—

you accidentally hang up as you get handed another drink and you go back to the dance floor, they start playing vybez kartel and you get it lit asf, you and mia start whining and twerking on each other.. mia records you as you unbutton your pants allowing the ass to move a bit more and you twerk on her “baby, baby mi a plead” you sing in unison and you both are laughing and having a good ass time..

the guy from before comes over and you let him hold you waist as you whine—

connie walks into the party hearing “one man” loudly playing one the speakers, he sees a sea of people dancing, laughing, chatting, drinking and smoking, he daps up a few people as we walks through the crowd looking for you..

he walks throughout the house and he finally sees you, and when he does he looses his fucking mind, he sees some random guy behind you holding your waist, as you whine on him, he sees that pretty ass smile on your face, your eyes slightly glossy and low how they usually are when you smoke together and not a care in the world..

he almost blacks out and quickly walks to you, yanking the guy off and pulling out a gun, and pressing it to the guys head and he says quietly “back the fuck up” you look at the gun and you slightly gasp in shock

“connie?” you ask, softly tugging him back.. connie looks back at you and gives you a look you never want to see from him again “imma deal with you in a second” he says low enough for only you two to hear and goes back to the guy currently trying to act hard infront of the crowd of people, connie cocks the gun and presses it harder against his head “do sumn i dare you..”

he threatens and the guy starts backing off..

connie stares him down until he walks away and he slowly turns back at you and you sober up a bit

“im sor- connie cuts you off and grabs your hand and drags you outside, you try to talk but connie doesn’t respond, he gets to his car and opens the door for you letting you get inside and slamming your door..

you start feeling a nervous flutter in your lower belly and watch as he rounds the car and gets in, starting the car and pulling off without saying a word

“connie” you say softly trying to get his attention but his hand just grips the wheel and he speeds up, you softly try to touch his chin and he grabs your hand and pulls it down..

“talk to me” you whisper, looking up at him and rubbing his arm.. still no response.. you sigh and sit back down looking out the window slightly biting your lip, as you sit there you get an idea.. definitely influenced by the alcohol and weed running through your veins..

you look over at him and you softly start to rub his chest, you lean a bit closer and press small kisses to his shoulder, “talk to me” you whisper again, you start to drag your hand down his chest to his lap and you rub his thigh.. biting your lip you slide you hand over to his bulge and start to palm it and you lean towards his ear “please talk to me papa” you say in the sweetest voice you can muster.. you watch as his eyes quickly flicker over to yours and you slightly smile knowing you almost got him..

you take off your seatbelt, trusting he won’t crash and you undo his belt and unbutton his jeans, you reach down and pull his dick out, he’s so hard and the tip is a painful red and you watch as a singular bead of precum rolls down his tip, you look up at him and he’s watching you with a dazed lustful look, but you also see anger behind them at that makes you feel a multitude of things..

you look back down and press a small kiss to the tip, and you hear a slow release of air come from his mouth, almost like a slow hiss, relying on books you’ve read and videos you watched you do the best you can, softly spitting on his dick and wrapping your mouth around his tip, using your hand with your freshly done acrylics to handle the rest..

connie feels like he’s going insane, he’s angry with you you, but at the same time he needs you so desperately, he quickly pulls into a parking lot so he can focus on what you doing, connie parks and slightly puts his seat back allowing you to have more room, he pushes your braids always from your eyes so he can see them while he looks down at you—

you hollow your cheeks and start to bob your head connie’s eyes nearly roll back and he holds your har up guiding you.. you move faster, taking it deeper while looking up at him for reassurance..

“ugh fuck” connie groans “just like that”

“don’t think i forgot about what you was doing mama, had me stressed all day.. ignoring me nd shi”

you feel connie tug your braids lifting your head up and you look at him, he stares downs at you and grabs your face with his hand and he licks and bites his lip as if he’s holding himself back from something, you watch as he slowly grabs his gun from the armrest and picks it up looking at if before slowly rubbing it on your lips and then slowly raising it to the side of your temple…

this sends a slice of terror down your back, you freeze and look up at connie, your eyes getting teary and blurry.. but.. deep down.. you feel that slow wave of heat pooling in your belly, the slow trickle of your slick filling your panties, and that soft throb.. and that’s what scares you the most.. you like this..

“i don’t ever wanna see you on another guy like that you hear me?”

“i swear to god y/n i will kill that motherfucker and then imma be on yo ass after”

he leans down closer to you “nod if you understand”

you slowly nod, a tear rolls down your cheek and your drunk mind struggles to process the influx of emotions your feelings right now..

he puts the gun down and leans back softly grabbing the base of his dick and squeezing it, jerking it softly before tapping it against your lips.. “open” he whispers and you do… you take his dick in your mouth, sitting up a bit and going as deep as you can, you gag softly and connie groans quietly “there you go” he whispers and you start to bob your head up and down..

you start to drool and let it get sloppy and nasty, you use both of your hands to jerk the base as you bob your head and connie’s eyes roll back and he holds a hand over his face “fuuuuck” he whispers and you respond with soft gags and soft little moans..

you slide your mouth off with a “pop!” and you start to kiss his balls heavy with cum as you look up at him.. “who taught you this” he almost whimpers and looks slightly jealous.. “m-my first time” you say as you drag your lips up and down his length..

“stop fucking playing” he groans absolutely not believing you.. “m’not lying papa” and you take him back in your mouth gagging softly and taking it as deep you can go.. at this point your mascara is rolling down your cheeks and your eyes are teary and red, but connie thinks this is the prettiest he’s ever seen you and he knows that makes him a sick bastard but he doesn’t care..

“your gonna make me-” he quickly pulls your head away as he felt he was about to cum, “shit baby hollon we going back to my place”… you softly whine and he nods “i know baby i know” you sit up and get back in your seat and connie tucks himself back in before quickly pulling out the parking lot and speeding back home..

he pulls into the parking garage and he hops out and so do you, you softly slip of your heels and you walk on your tippy toes to the elevator, connie notices and quickly picks you up bridal style and you let out a sharp gasp and immediately you feel a bit insecure..

“put me down m’too heavy” you try to slip out of his hold..

connie looks down at you and softly smacks his teeth, “stop moving ma, i gotchu” you feel flustered and look away and you nervously chew on your lip and you quietly ride the elevator with him, it dings and he carries you to the door and taps his fob on the door and walks inside, he carrie’s you down the hall and too his room and he drops you on his bed..

he stands at the foot of his bed and stares down at you and you stare back, the tension in the room getting denser and denser, he smiles softly and pulls his phone out and soon after you hear music playing, through speaks all throughout his apartment.. he reaches behind him and pulls off his shirt, your soon met with all his tattoos you love and his gold chain dangling from his neck, you lie on your back slightly sitting up on your elbows and you watch him..

he grabs your legs and pulls you towards him and leans down and traps you between his arms, and softly drags his nose down your neck and presses soft kisses down the path “you want this?” he whispers, and you slowly wrap your legs around his waist “it’s my first time” you whisper back, realizing how intimate the situation has gotten “do you want me to be your first?” he asks looking at you hoping you’ll say yes..

you stare up at him nodding softly.. “words mama” he whispers tenderly as his lips hover over yours, “yes..i would love for you to be my first” and connie smiles the brightest smile you’ve seen from him and that makes your heart palpate.. you both are heading towards dangerous territory and you both don’t give one fuck..

he captures your lips in a deep.. passionate kiss, you both letting out the pent up emotions you’ve both been holding in, his rage and passion.. and his care and worry.. your fear and obsession.. and your love and care..

he pulls away from your lips and slowly moves down, he’s looking up at you.. head between your plush thighs and he softly kisses them.. you get flustered and shy feeling insecure but connie absolutely could not care less, he kisses and bites your thighs likes his last meal on earth, he presses a soft kiss to your waist and drags he knuckles softly down the slit of your panties where he can see your slick pooling, you twitch and let out soft whimpers and that’s music to his ears..

he presses a kiss to your clothed clit before pulling your panties down, watching a string of your wetness still attached to it and his dick throbs against his belt and he lets out and audible groan..

he spreads your thighs and spreads your lips with his fingers before dragging his tongue down your slit then up to your clit, you mouth drops and you let out a moan, you quickly reach down and grab his hair feeling your toes curl, your heart beats a bit faster and he grips your thighs and holds them down before he sucks and flicks he tongue over your clit, completely ravishing you.. he tongues moves quickly and with purpose he sucks, bites, spits in tandem, knowing exactly how to get you where he wants you, he watches your tight hole clench and leak out clear slick and it drives him crazy..

he slaps your pussy and you look at him and moan “you like that?” “hm?” he slaps it again and you let out a quiet sob.. loving the stinging pain “again please” you whine, and he does it again.. over and over until your sobbing.. he goes back to licking and sucking.. until your loose enough for him to slide one finger inside..your back arches and your eyes roll back “im gonna cum” you whimper out and you do.. you toes curl and your ears ring and a flash of white blurs your vison for a second..

connie watches the whole thing and nearly cums in his pants, the face you make the feeling of your clenching around his fingers drives him insane, you slowly come down from your high and connie sits up pressing a soft kiss to your forehead and stands up walking across the room and opening a drawer grabbing a box of condoms and walking back..

you look up at him “i want to feel you” you whisper and his eye snap towards you “you don’t want me to wear one?” “no” you say.. almost sounding like a plead.. “you comfortable taking plan b?” he asks wanting to do what you think is best..

“i don’t mind.. i just wanna feel you” that sends a ping in his heart and he nods and smiles softly, he climbs back on the bed and hovers between your legs, he leans forward kissing you and rubbing your cheek with his thumb.. “tell me if you need me to stop.. slow down.. anything aii?” “want you to enjoy this too” you smile and nod “i will” you whisper..

he leans back grabbing your legs and pulling them next to his waist, he grabs the base of his dick and softly rubs it up and down your slit and back and forth over your clit, you feel pangs of pleasure blooming all over you body, everywhere starting to become super sensitive and hot, and when he starts to push his dick inside, you bite back a scream.. your eyes water and connie keeps looking up at you.. his heart slightly breaking knowing your in pain but he keeps pushing inside.. he knows he’s big and he knows he gonna have to pace himself with you..

“you doing so good for me mama” he coos as he rubs your thigh, pushing the rest of himself inside and letting out a sigh.. “your gonna fucking kill me” he whispers to himself and leans forwards and starts slow and deep thrusts.. rolling his hips into you..

your mouth slightly agape, you feel dazed and you feel like the deepest itch has been scratched, connie feels your pussy throb and pulsate around his dick and he tucks his face in your neck letting out small whimpers.. a whispering all sorts of colorful language.

he starts picking up his pace, now pounding into you, the rhythmic sound of skin slapping together fills the room almost drowning out the music, “that feel good?” he coos “yea?” and you nod “so so good” you stutter out the best you can.. he can tell your almost fucked out and he’s barely started yet, poor thing he thinks to himself.. he pushes your thighs back so far that they reach your ears and slightly burn, and he pounds into you, at an abnormal pace,

“fuck fuck fuck” he spits out as he pounds into.. his body covered in sweat and his brows furrowed.. all you can do is moan and take it, it’s a complete sensory overload and you don’t know what to do, you reach for him and he leans down and whispers all sorts of nasty shit in your ear..

“fucking gonna take all this nut yea?”

“want me to fill you up? nasty bitch”

“taking this dick so good for me”

“all you needed was some dick mama, cs now your being the good girl i know you are”

every sentence makes your clench and tighten around him and you both get closer and closer to cumming..

all of sudden connie pulls out and flips you over, quickly slapping your ass “arch yo back f’me” he says and you do your best, raising your ass and curing your back and laying your pretty head on the bed softly reaching down and rubbing your clit to alleviate the pain coming from your sore hole..

connie slide himself back into you, holding your waist and pounding into you, your mouth drops and connie moans and kneads your ass, he pounds into you from behind, bullying his thick dick into you from behind as he looses his mind, muttering all sorts of incoherent shit, just trying to express in his equally fucked out mind how fucking good it feels..

you just a babbling mess “that feels so g-good”…

“pa i cant- shit~ you whimper out not knowing what to do or say, it feels so wet and full and good, you feel connie kissing your back and grabbing your ass and all you know is that you don’t want it to stop, you feel you belly feel full and warm and you know your about to cum soon and so is he, he picks up the pace and he bites his lip so hard he tastes blood and he feels you tighten so much around his dick he cums..

“FUCK” he spits out, while you whimper a soft “shit” and you cum together, juices and fluids mixing together making it even more sloppy that it already is, he’s still slowly pounding into you and you put your hand against his belly “s’to sensitive” you whimper out, and he twitches and slowly stops.. he pulls out off you and you shiver, your thighs shaking and you plop down on the bed, immediately feeling exhaustion taking over you..

connie kisses down your back and uses all his strength to get up and grab a towel for you, he softly wipes between your thighs and uses the same to wipe his dick, he pull off the crop top you both didn’t bother to take off and grabs one of his shirts and pulls it over you, he slips his boxers back on and plops on the bed next to you, he pulls you on his chest and softly rubs your back..

he softly rubs your cheek and he feels such a strong emotion take over him that he barely recognizes anymore, and he doesn’t want to admit to himself what it is, so he softly kisses your forehead and closes his eyes, falling asleep with you..

|a/n|

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𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: The suave, well-dressed plug who always greets you with that calm, confident smile, making you feel like the most important person in the room, even when you're just picking up a simple drop.

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: Who never rushes the transaction, taking his time to chat, asking about your day and subtly making you feel like he’s genuinely interested in you—because he is, but he never says it outright.

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: The one who offers you his best product, whispering, "I know you’ll appreciate this," with a knowing smile, as if he’s got the best taste in everything—and you can’t help but agree.

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: Who always knows what you need before you do, having your favorite strain ready and waiting, just because he’s been paying attention, making you wonder if he’s been thinking about you in between his hustles.

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: Who leans in just a little too close when he hands you your package, his breath warm on your skin, and his eyes locking with yours for a second too long, sending a shiver down your spine.

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: Who never forgets your personal stash of snacks, showing up with your favorite treats every time, as if he’s made it part of the deal to keep you satisfied on every level.

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: Who shoots you a text at 2 a.m. with a simple, "Need anything?"—and you know it’s not just business, it’s his way of checking in on you, keeping you close without saying too much.

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: The one who always finds a way to get a little extra time with you, whether it’s offering to light the blunt himself or casually suggesting a "quick chat" before you leave, just to keep you in his orbit a little longer.

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: The kind of plug who never leaves anything to chance, always a step ahead, knowing exactly when you need him, what you need, and how to deliver it with that smooth, almost predatory precision.

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: Who leans in just a bit too close, the scent of his cologne intoxicating, his gaze never leaving yours as he hands over the product with a smirk that says, "You know what this is."

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: Who doesn’t just offer you the best, he savors watching you take it in, eyes darkening as he watches you roll it, his voice low as he murmurs, "I picked this just for you. You’re gonna love it."

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: The type to pull you aside for a private conversation, slipping his hand around your waist, keeping you close as he checks in on your dealings, his fingers tracing the curve of your hip like a silent promise—you’re his now.

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: Who watches you with a glint in his eyes when you leave, not bothering to hide the possessive look in his gaze, as if daring anyone to make a move on you, knowing you won’t look anywhere else.

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: Who insists on sparking the blunt with you, just to feel the heat of your fingers brush his, eyes narrowing as he watches you inhale, thinking to himself, "I’m the only one who can give you what you need."

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: Who texts you late at night with something simple, like, "You’re still good, right?"—but you can hear the unspoken weight in his words, as if he's just making sure no one else has access to you.

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: The kind of plug who doesn't just want your business; he wants your attention, your loyalty, your trust—and he won’t stop until he has you completely under his control, slowly, but steadily, getting deeper into your mind, your life, your thoughts.

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: Who shows up unannounced, his presence in your space enough to make the air feel heavier, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that says he owns everything around you, and you can't help but feel the pull. He's not just your plug—he’s your tether.

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: Who doesn’t just hand over the product, he delivers it to you, taking his time to make sure every exchange feels personal, as if each moment is an extension of his control over you, making sure you know that the power is always in his hands.

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: The one who makes it clear that his connections run deeper than you think, casually mentioning a name or two—people you don’t want to cross—and watching the way your eyes widen, enjoying the subtle intimidation that comes with being close to him.

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: Who, after every drop, leans in with a soft chuckle, tracing the edge of your jaw with his fingers, a gentle yet possessive touch that says, "You think you can get this from anyone else?" He already knows the answer, and so do you.

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: Who never lets you forget that he’s the one you turn to when you need more than just product—he’s the one who can take care of you, protect you, keep you safe from everything and everyone else who dares get too close.

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: The kind who calls you when he’s not expecting anything in return, just to check in on you, his voice a little deeper than usual, a warning hidden behind the sweetness. "You know I’ve got eyes everywhere, right?"

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: Who takes note of every little detail about you, from your favorite drink to how you react when someone gets too close—because he likes knowing what makes you tick, what makes you his, even when you think you’re hiding it.

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: The kind who, when you least expect it, shows up at your door unannounced, a knowing grin on his face as he says, "I just wanted to see you." And you know—he’s not just talking about the transaction. His gaze is too intense, his proximity too close. He wants you.

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: Who, after a long night of business, grabs you by the wrist, pulling you toward him with a grip that’s a little too firm, a little too possessive, whispering against your ear, "You’re mine now, don’t forget that." The words hit you harder than the blunt ever could.

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: The one who knows you better than anyone else, picking up on your moods, your shifts in energy, and slipping into your life when you least expect it, his presence an inescapable force—because he knows he’s the only one who can keep you grounded, even if you’re not aware of it yet.

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: Who, after every drop, stays just a little longer, making sure you don’t forget who made it happen. "I’ll be around," he says, voice low, eyes fixed on yours. "Don’t think you can walk away from me. Not that easily."

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: The one who doesn’t just tease—he controls. When he lights the blunt, he holds it just out of your reach, watching the way your lips part, eyes hazy with anticipation. “You want it? Ask me nicely.” His voice drips with authority, daring you to resist.

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: Who leans back with that smug, all-knowing smirk when you finally give in, inhaling deeply before leaning in to blow the smoke into your mouth, his eyes fixed on you as if claiming every part of you in that moment. “Good girl,” he murmurs, his voice sending shivers down your spine.

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: The type who knows exactly how to unravel you, his hands skimming your thighs as he sits next to you, close enough for your bodies to touch, his voice a low, commanding growl, “Tell me how much you need me, baby. Say it, and maybe I’ll give you more.”

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: Who takes pleasure in your every reaction, his lips barely grazing your ear as he murmurs, “I can feel how much you want me. Don’t hold back now. Show me who you really belong to.” His hand grips your chin, tilting your face up to meet his dark, hungry gaze.

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: Who thrives on the control, his hand trailing down your back, his touch deliberate, calculated, as he whispers against your skin, “You think you can handle me? Prove it. I want to see you beg for what only I can give you.”

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: The kind who pulls you onto his lap, his hands firmly gripping your hips, guiding you exactly where he wants you. His eyes burn with intensity as he smirks, “You’re not leaving until I’m done with you, baby. Let’s see how long you can keep up.”

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: Who doesn’t just own the moment—he dominates it. His lips find yours in a rough, possessive kiss, one hand tangled in your hair as he pulls you closer, claiming every inch of you. When he finally pulls back, his voice is a hoarse whisper: “You taste like mine.”

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: Who presses you against the wall, his body caging yours as his fingers trace the curve of your neck. His lips brush against your ear, his breath hot as he growls, “No one else gets this. No one else gets you. You’re mine—don’t ever forget that.”

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: Who leaves you breathless, your body trembling under his touch as he watches with that same smug, satisfied smirk. “I told you, didn’t I?” he murmurs, brushing his thumb across your lips. “You’ll always come back to me.”

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: The one who lets you think you’re in control for a moment, only to pull you back under his spell with a single touch, a single command. His presence is overwhelming, intoxicating, and you find yourself craving more, even when you know it’s dangerous. He’s a risk you’re willing to take

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: The air between you two is thick with unspoken tension, the kind that’s been building over every encounter, every lingering touch, every whispered promise. Tonight, it finally snaps.

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: Who shows up late, unannounced, leaning against your doorframe with that dangerous smirk, eyes dark and full of intent. He steps inside without waiting for an invitation, his presence filling the room. “You’ve been thinking about me, haven’t you?” His voice is low, a little rough around the edges.

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: The type to corner you immediately, his body pressed against yours as his hand slides up your waist. He tilts your chin up with two fingers, his lips inches from yours, teasing as he murmurs, “Tell me you want this.”

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: When you finally give in, breathless and desperate, he claims your mouth with a bruising kiss, his hands gripping your body like he’s afraid you’ll disappear. His touch is firm, possessive, as if staking his claim. “I’ve been waiting for this, baby. Don’t hold back on me now.”

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: Who takes his time exploring every inch of you, his hands and lips trailing fire along your skin. He revels in your reactions—the gasps, the whimpers, the way your body arches into his touch, silently begging for more. His voice drops to a near growl: “You’re so fucking perfect.”

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: Who makes sure you know exactly who’s in control, his hands pinning your wrists above your head as he looms over you, his gaze heavy and predatory. “I want to hear you say my name,” he demands, his tone leaving no room for argument.

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: When you do, his expression shifts—satisfaction mixed with raw desire. “That’s my girl,” he mutters before diving back in, his lips and hands everywhere, overwhelming your senses.

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: The one who knows exactly how to draw every ounce of pleasure from you, his touch alternating between gentle and rough, keeping you on edge, making you crave more with every second. “You’re mine now,” he growls, his voice vibrating against your skin. “And I’m going to make sure you never forget it.”

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: Who doesn’t just focus on his own pleasure—he’s meticulous, watching every move, every reaction, making sure you’re completely unraveled beneath him. His voice is laced with arrogance and affection as he whispers, “I want to see you fall apart for me.”

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: When you finally do, trembling and breathless beneath him, he holds you close, his lips brushing against your temple as he murmurs, “That’s it, baby. You’re mine now. Always.” There’s no mistaking the finality in his tone—this is more than just a moment; it’s a declaration.

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: After, as you lie tangled together, he lights a blunt, taking a deep drag before passing it to you. His arm drapes possessively over your waist, his voice still thick with satisfaction. “No one else gets this,” he mutters, his lips grazing your shoulder. “No one else gets you. Just me.”

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: Dating him is like stepping into a whirlwind of luxury and danger. He’s not just your man; he’s your protector, provider, and biggest indulgence

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: Who insists on being part of the experience, pulling you close as you model outfits for him in private dressing rooms. His hands slide down your waist, his voice low and possessive. “This one’s nice, but I think it’d look better on the floor later.” His smirk sends shivers down your spine.

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: The kind of man who doesn’t just buy you things—he takes pride in seeing you shine. Every time you step out in something he bought, his eyes darken with pride and hunger. “Damn, baby. Everyone’s looking at you. Let them—they need to know you’re mine.”

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: Who makes sure you’re always riding in style, surprising you with keys to a luxury car one day, leaning against it with his signature smirk as he says, “You deserve to ride like a queen. Only the best for my girl.”

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: Who doesn’t stop at material things—he invests in your comfort and happiness. He books spontaneous getaways to five-star resorts, private villas, or even a weekend in the city, where he can spoil you in more ways than one. “We work hard, baby. Let’s play harder.”

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: Who loves seeing you pampered, scheduling spa days for you where he occasionally joins, but not before leaving you with a parting kiss and a promise: “I’ll be waiting when you’re done. Don’t take too long, though—I need you back in my arms.”

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: Who doesn’t let a day go by without reminding you who’s in control. He’s sweet, yes, but there’s always that edge, that dark possessiveness lurking beneath the surface. “You know you’re the only one for me,” he murmurs one night as he pulls you into his lap, his eyes locked onto yours. “But don’t forget—you belong to me too.”

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: The man who’s fiercely protective, always ensuring you’re safe. If someone even thinks about crossing a line, he’s quick to remind them of his presence. “Mess with her, and you mess with me,” he says, his voice calm but laced with a deadly promise. No one dares to test him twice.

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: Who keeps you grounded even as he elevates your life. Late at night, after the chaos of his world dies down, it’s just the two of you tangled in bed. His voice is softer then, his touch tender. “I got you, baby. Always. Don’t ever doubt that.”

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: And when he sees the contentment in your eyes, the way you’ve fully embraced this life with him, he can’t help but smirk. “Told you, didn’t I? No one can take care of you like I can. You’re mine, and I’ll make sure you never forget it.”

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: Who never bothers with cards. Instead, he hands you thick stacks of cash, bound with crisp rubber bands. He smirks as you take them, his voice low and smooth. “Make sure you stay looking good for me, ma. I want you shining every time I see you.”

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: Who insists on keeping you pampered, always booking your hair, nail, and lash appointments before you even realize you need them. “Your girl’s gotta stay top-tier,” he says, leaning back in his chair, watching you with hooded eyes as you thank him.

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: The type who pulls you close after you get dolled up, his hands grazing your waist as he murmurs, “You look unreal, baby. Every dude in this room’s jealous, but too bad—they’ll never have what’s mine.”

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: Who makes sure your wardrobe stays fresh. He casually drops off bags of designer clothes, lingerie, and heels. When you question him, he just shrugs, “I like spoiling you. Let me.” His tone makes it clear that this isn’t up for debate.

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: Who keeps your vanity stocked with the best makeup, perfumes, and skincare, knowing that every detail counts. He leans over as you’re getting ready, kissing your shoulder and whispering, “You don’t need all this, but I love when you wear it for me.”

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: Who doesn’t let you carry a single worry. Need something paid? He’s already handled it. Want something new? It’s yours. “Money’s not an issue, baby. Just focus on looking good and staying happy for me.”

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: Who loves showing you off, taking you to exclusive parties where every eye is on you. He keeps his hand on your lower back, guiding you through the crowd, his smirk never wavering. “Let them look. They’ll never touch.”

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: Who makes it his mission to keep you comfortable and secure. He slips extra cash into your bag whenever he leaves, kissing your forehead and saying, “Just in case you need anything while I’m out.” Even when you don’t need it, he ensures you never have to ask.

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: The kind of man who demands loyalty but gives it tenfold. His world may be dangerous, but he keeps you insulated from it. “You’re my priority,” he tells you late at night, his fingers brushing through your hair. “I’ll never let anything touch you.”

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: Who thrives on seeing you live your best life. He loves the confidence in your walk, the glow in your smile. Every compliment you get fuels his pride, but he always reminds you, “Don’t forget who keeps you shining like this.”

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: After every luxury and indulgence, it’s the quiet moments that hit hardest. Late-night conversations, his voice soft yet commanding. “I don’t do this for anyone else. You’re the only one who gets me like this.” His words are as intoxicating as his presence.

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: And when he pulls you close, his arm draped over your waist, he smirks against your neck, whispering, “Told you, baby—you’ll never need anyone else. I’ve got you. Always.”

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: Who has an unshakable routine of waking you up with breakfast-in-bed money. You’re still groggy, but there’s a crisp stack of bills next to your morning coffee, his note scrawled lazily: “For whatever you feel like today. Just tell me when you’re ready to roll.”

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: Who keeps his crew in check the moment they get too familiar with you. A sharp look from him is all it takes to silence any jokes. “Y’all better watch your mouths. That’s my girl you’re talking about.” His voice is calm, but the threat is palpable.

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: The man who surprises you with trips, but not the kind that come with a lot of prep. He’ll pull you aside mid-week, kissing your temple and saying, “Pack a bag. We’re leaving tonight.” The destination? Anywhere that gets you alone with him, away from prying eyes.

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: Who takes control during high-stakes moments but softens when you need him most. After a tense deal, he’ll come home to you, his shoulders relaxing the second he sees your face. His voice drops as he pulls you in: “Rough night, baby. I just need you.”

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: Who slips a diamond bracelet around your wrist during a random night in. No occasion, no preamble. He watches your reaction carefully, his thumb brushing over the clasp. “You deserve to sparkle, ma. Just like this.”

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: Who remembers every little thing you mention. The random candle scent you loved? He has six waiting for you at home. That new spot you said you wanted to try? He’s already booked a private table. “You think I don’t listen?” he teases, but his actions prove otherwise.

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: Who thrives on intimacy beyond the physical. He sits with you during quiet moments, rolling a blunt for you both. As the smoke curls around you, his voice is soft but serious: “Tell me what’s on your mind, baby. I want to know everything.”

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: Who sends you videos of him handling business, not to show off but to remind you of the weight he carries to keep your life easy. The camera pans to his smirk, his deep voice saying, “All this? It’s for you.” The intensity in his eyes makes your stomach flip.

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: Who makes every moment feel like a power move. Whether it’s walking into a room with you on his arm or sliding behind you on a private jet, his presence is magnetic, commanding attention. “They know what’s up,” he murmurs in your ear, his hand resting possessively on your thigh.

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: Who can’t resist teasing you. Whether it’s playful taunts during an argument or subtle innuendos in public, he lives for your reactions. “Why you looking at me like that, ma? You know I got you wrapped around my finger.” His laugh is low, and his gaze burns with mischief.

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: And yet, for all his dominance and swagger, he never misses a chance to make you feel cherished. Late at night, when the world is quiet, he brushes a strand of hair from your face, his voice barely above a whisper. “You’re my peace, baby. Don’t forget that.”

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Ok, ok I was scrolling through your blog and saw that post about Ceroba being the one to make a move. And that’s all great, y’know, angst! ‘I’m betraying Chujin!’ and all that jazz, right? Staroba hurt/comfort (love to see it!)

But. BUT!!! Let me step it up a notch!

He fell first but she fell harder? YES! BUT by the time she was ready to reciprocate, he had already moved on! D:

Obviously, Starlo still loves Ceroba, that’s still the same! But he moved on a long time ago. He no longer wants a romantic relationship, he’s happy being/staying best friends (he doesn’t want that to change!). It’s not easy seeing the person you’re in love with happy with someone else and Chujin and Ceroba were happily married for YEARS. Sometimes it’s just easier to smoosh down your feelings until they don’t mean anything or until they go away. And that’s what he did… (that doesn’t mean that his feelings can’t come back, but for the sake of this idea, let’s just say that they don’t)

And! And it’s just like ‘ouch!’ because Starlo knows what it feels like to not have feelings reciprocated but he can’t force himself to love Ceroba romantically. And if he tried to make a romantic relationship work, it might bring up some old and new insecurities! Like, ‘why wasn’t I good enough to start with?’, ‘am I being compared to Chujin when I do something she doesn’t like?’, ‘am I just a replacement?’, ‘would she choose me over Chujin if she had to?’, ‘if she wants me now, does that mean that if I had confessed all those years ago she would have accepted? —was my heartbreak all for nothing?’.

It super obvious that Starlo has insecurities, which I’m sure he’s working/worked on (and maybe I’m just projecting when I say this) but he might not be able to live with the fact that he’s a second choice. :(

Sorry for the long rant (I’m procrastinating and couldn’t get this out of my head) what do you think?

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So now here you are, smoking a joint with your plug. The harsh yet sweet aroma of weed filled his room. He passes the joint back to you letting you take a rip. You cough a little from the smoke clouding your lungs but still manage to have a smile. You pass the joint back to him without a word. Breaking the silence Miguel spoke in an almost slurred tone. 

“I know it’s not the weed speaking but has anyone told you you're so attractive, ma?” His veiny hand finds your thigh before rubbing the flesh without knowing. You immediately snicker as you answer back in a flirty tone.

“Hmm no Miggy they haven't” he trails his hand closer and grips your inner thigh while chuckling, you two were just on the moon. He replies to your comment after taking a hit.

“Honestly I should show you how attractive you are to me.” your eyes widened at his statement but you were intrigued at most. The way his shirt hugged him, the way you can see his cock print through his sweatpants. It was all so feverish. He comes closer to you with his lips up to your neck making the hair stand up practically. 

“You smell so good.” he finally says before placing kisses on your neck making you moan. His kisses go lower to your chest. He takes off your shirt revealing your skin to him. He instantly kisses your neck now having his hands on your waist, pulling you closer. The smell of weed and anticipation is clouding the room. Your panties are already soaked from when he first called you attractive. Before you know it he speaks in an entertaining tone.

 “How about you taking it out for me?”

 You instantly pull down his pants and his underwear. His cock bounces to his stomach before standing back up. His cock was decorated with some hair. Your breath caught in your throat after realizing how hot it was. You knew it was wrong but it felt so damn good, you can say that.

He puts the palm of his hand on your cheek as he rubs your bottom lip with his thumb, he looks down at you with love in his eyes. Were you always this pretty? 

“Look at those pretty lips.” 

he says in an admiring tone. You faintly smile before giving a couple of kitten licks and then actually putting your whole mouth on the tip. 

“You like that?” You mumble out on his cock. Miguel could’ve just came right then and there. He saw how sexy you looked with your soft lips wrapped around his cock like a glove.

 “There you go” he muttered under his breath. You push your head deeper onto his cock but you choke on it due to your horrible gag reflex. You pull back with a saliva string pulling with you.

“Hmm, Miguel..” 

 you say, slurring your words a bit. You were cockdrunk from him. 

“You did such a good job, didn’t you? m’ so proud baby.” He spoke out while looking down at you. He breaks the moment of silence by saying. 

        “Think you can bend over for me mami?” He says before stroking his cock. You bend over to feel his huge hands grabbing and kneading the fat of your hips and pulling your pants down. He gasps and chuckles when he sees your panties with a wet spot making it noticeable. “I see you getting wet for me.” He says.

 He pulls your panties to the side to see your plump lips soaked It just looks like you wanted to get fucked by him. He knows what you need, Just let him guide you. Suddenly you feel his fat mushroom tip lay on your clit. 

“Are you ready bunny?” He just makes you feel mushy inside even if he’s saying simple things. You nod your head before preparing for his cock. He shoves his tip in, You whimper as you can feel being stretched out by his thick tip. 

“Awhh shit. Your pussy’s huggin’ around me.” He moans out. He can even admit that your pussy did make him moan and groan. He has fucked many girls but they all just felt like he had to do it. With you, it feels special. 

“Hmm, M-miggy..please move..” you moan. Your moans sounded pornographic. He bucks his hips into you while grunting. 

“Ah this pussy got superpowers or somethin’ hm?” He jokes before smacking your plump ass. He loves the way it jiggles when he smacks it even lightly. 

“God d-damn.” You manage to yelp out. He thrusts deeper into your pussy. “Fuck you're gonna make me cum. Can’t believe I have your cute ass under me.” 

After minutes of moaning and groaning, you feel a full feeling. His cum sprays inside your cunt and you feel it Immediately fill your cunt up. When he pulls out his soft cock you can feel you can feel his cum leak out of your cunt.

“Your mine got it? my stock is coming soon but you're mine from now on,” he says hugging you to the bed and holding you fairly close to him. You feel butterflies roam around your stomach when you see his hand on your lower waist. Before you even spoke you heard his snores filling the room. You giggle quietly at the fact that he fell asleep in a second.

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