Romanticist - [connie springer x reader] NSFW

Part 8 [nsfw]

The two of you were toxic for each other. That was no longer up for debate and you knew it. You relied too much on him to the point where you were losing sight of who you were and what you stood for- all of it in an attempt to hold onto the image of the boy that you used to know. He was horrible with projecting. You enabled him so much to the point where he no longer saw you as your own sentient being- but as an object to project onto. The two of you had become monsters that you couldn't recognize anymore. A part of you wondered if it was even worth saving anymore. As far as you were concerned Connie still wasn't sure about how he felt about you, the recent contact with Sasha certainly didn't ease your mind, and you had no guarantee that he would shut you out again. Who was to say that even if you did save things in that moment, that it wouldn't all just be for nothing in the end anyways? There was no guarantee. But then again, nothing's ever guaranteed.

    Unsure of what to do to console the boy in front of you, you pressed your lips against his only for a moment. A part of you hoped that the peck would be reassurance that on your terms things between the two of you would be okay. The gesture seemed to work, a sheepish grin making its way on his face as he rolled his eyes in response.

    "Look who's kissing who." He joked. You shrugged your shoulders in a playful manner before gently flicking his forehead for the remark. He reached out for your hands as you flicked his forehead, grabbing it immediately after the impact and lightly biting the finger that you used against him. The action caused you to burst into laughter while you closed your eyes, feigning disgust and leaving you completely unguarded. Taking advantage of your lack of vision the silver haired boy pressed his lips against yours in return, completely catching you off guard. You made an attempt to push him back to assess the situation but it was to no avail as your hands were captured by his, held in place against his chest.You initially submitted to him in hopes that if you allowed him to get it out of his system things would go back to normal and you could carry on with your day. What you didn't anticipate was falling into the trap that he had set up for you, finding yourself completely wrapped around his finger like you always were. Everything felt like a blur, like you weren't in control of your actions or your judgement anymore. Everything that happened only moments before was a distant memory once again. All of the yelling, the anger, the hurt, all of it was beyond you and the only thing you knew was him and the moment you were sharing. You didn't even bother rationalizing with yourself anymore, all the last week had shown you was that no matter what he did or how bad you thought things would get, you would always fall back into his grip at the drop of a hat.

    As your lips relaxed against his moving at an achingly slow pace, his hold on your wrists loosened giving you an opportunity to wrap your arms around the back of his neck. The wetness of his tongue dragged against your bottom lip, begging for entry and you instantly allowed him the access that he desired. You were absolutely lost in the warm smell of cinnamon and cannabis that wafted off of him from the close proximity. His tongue moved gently against yours, every movement with more care than the last as if he was afraid to hurt you. As the seconds went by you could feel yourself sinking deeper and deeper into his trap, you were a goner. Just as you felt a soft moan bubble at the back of your throat he pulled away, the warmth of his lips replaced by the cool air of the room around you. Before you could protest, the warm sensation was peppered across your jaw, each peck lingering like he was trying to communicate with you through touch. The trail of kisses travelled down your jaw, stopping at the crook of your neck- the same spot that he loved to rest his lips on. As you felt his teeth teasingly graze the smooth skin on your neck you felt his hands brush against your waist, just for a moment before moving slowly down your thighs and hoisting you up from the area. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his  waist as he gripped onto your ass for support, holding you up in the air all whilst working on the spot on your neck. Too dazed to pay attention to the fact that you were being carried to his bed, you gently rolled your hips against his and pushed his head deeper into the sweet spot on your neck. You had no sense of self control when it came to him, and you weren't going to start pretending that you did now. The area that he nipped and sucked at was almost painfully sore, but the sensation was like pure ecstasy to you. You were in love with everything he did.