His fingers were soft against yours as he pulled you away, beginning to lead you towards the staircase on the other side of the house. His touch was gentle, yet firm; protective, yet made your heart race with rushes of anxiety.
He lead you up the spruce stair-case, your spare fingers trickling along the bannister.
The music began to grow more distant as you stepped away from the party; not silent, but quiet enough that you could hear the rasp of his voice as he talked to one of his friends as you walked past.
Your fingers tightened around his as you listened to his laugh, feeling a slow gush of adrenaline course through your blood as Connie turned his head: flashing you a sly smirk.
He pressed his shoulder blade to a door leading to a spare bedroom, his fingers lacing around the silver handle. Your eyes flickered up and down his figure as the door slowly opened; he gestured for you to go inside.
Your body collapsed down onto the bed with a sigh.
The fabric smelt cleanly of vanilla breeze, hearing the door knob click as Connie's fingers entwined the handle to keep anyone out.
"So," The man's voice lowly muttered as you watched him begin to step forward: you leant up by your elbows, your thighs pressed tightly together as he stood a meter away, "How do you think Reiner's going to feel when he finds out that you're up here with me?"
Your eyes rolled, desperate for him to inch closer: "What happened to you being able to keep a secret?"
He scoffed with a mocking tone, as you felt his knee gently graze against yours: a shiver ran down your spine as he loomed above you, "You're really about to risk it all for me?"
Your lips parted once more, before you felt your thighs inch apart.
His bright eyes drifted down your body, taking in your every inch.
The edge of his lip curled up with a devilish smile as he realised how flushed your expression had become; needy, lazily, half-opened eyes; your lips parted to speak, yet no words slipped out; your chest breathing deeply and swiftly, in desperation to feel his body against yours.
He rested his knee in the spot between your thighs, beginning to hover his body above yours. His hands pinned at beside either side of your face, his golden eyes refusing to break eye contact.
Your hands reluctantly traced up the muscles on his chest, feeling the fabric of his raven shirt entwine in between your fingertips. Your fingertips lingered up his shoulders; his collarbone; his neck; travelling against the soft spot of his neck to edge his face down close to yours.
You knew what you were doing was wrong.
But if it was so wrong, then why did it feel so right?
Your E/C eyes fixated onto his lips; they daunted you, teasing you with a care-free smile that you struggled to look away from.
You felt Connie lean closer; his lips finally pressed against yours.
His kiss was gentle, his fingers still lingering against your cheek to pull you closer against him. Your heart was beating rapidly against your chest as he held you close to him.
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𝗕𝗘𝗡𝗘𝗙𝗜𝗧𝗦, connie springer 18+
Fanfic" your boyfriend hasn't been f*cking you well enough, so maybe i should do it for him " after hooking up with a stranger at a party, you thought that would be the last time you'd see him; little did you know, fate had other plans in store for you...
