DRUG DEALER CONNIE!xFEM BLACK READER!
ೄྀ࿐ "tell me you love me."
"even if it's a lie."
-in which y/n falls for her best friends drug dealer.
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-in which y/n falls for an emotionally complicated drug dealer
after eating breakfast, you had put on clothes for the day, done your makeup, and cleaned your room throughly. jia and london had gone to run a few errands and you had invited connie over to smoke with you.
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𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘦． 𝘺／𝘯．
𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙚．🎭 outside
y/n doors unlocked
you stood in the kitchen, mixing a drink. the livingroom tv played good days - sza. singing lowly as you poured your mimosa, you make your way to the livingroom. placing the drink down and lighting a caramel scented candle. the weed you had placed out prehand was already grinded up and ready to be rolled. placing some of it into the cigar, your front door opens. connie slips his shoes off and empties his pockets on the kitchen counter. one of the things he unclips from his side was indeed a firearm. the sound it makes when he places it down scared you a little.
maybe london was right about him.
"what's that for?" you inquire.
"we live in atlanta, princess. cant have niggas out here thinking it's not on me." he laughs, taking a seat beside you.
"need help rolling?" he asks, reaching for the tray. you shoo his hand away, stating that you had it covered.
"damn never-mind then." jokingly, he pulls his phone from his pocket, texting slowly.
after rolling up, you hand the blunt to him with the lighter.
passing it back and forth, you roach it and place it in the ashtray. connie's eyes at low as he looked at you.
"you scared of guns?" he says.
"huh?"
"i mean, you were quick as hell to ask me so i was just wondering. i don't want to make you uncomfortable."
there he was.
"no! no. i'm good. i was just asking. all my family has one." placing your hand on his leg, he sucks in a breath.
in this moment, you realize just how close you two had been. connie removed your hand from his leg, instead placing his on yours. rubbing small circles into the sweatpants. a small moan slipped through your lips as you seal your eyes shut. you could feel his presence over your body now, lips grazing your exposed neck. tongue seating out to mark you.
