resentment. connie s.
connie who’s been fluent in spanish his whole life, his first language actually decides to teach you the language because regardless if you’re just two collage kids in love, when you get married he wants your kids first language to be spanish too.
so he takes the time out his day to really sit with you in the lonely campus library and explain it with love because it’s something he really really wants with you.
“tú eres means you are, yo soy is i am. you get it? so let me give you an example, tú eres muy artística y bonita. you understand?”
“mmhm”
“why can’t you pay attention mama what’s wrong?”
you nod in a daze, barely even all the way there with the back of your pen almost stuck between your lips, eyes on his pretty brown ones. honestly, constance springer was the hottest man alive when he spoke spanish.
connie snapped an impatient finger in your face as he tried to read your expression, pulling you closer to him on the library booth chair so he could understand you better.
“nun, jus can’t focus well connie”
he smacked his teeth and looked at you with an eyebrow up, the one that he had slit. constance kinda had a stink expression.
“you know what i’m sayin’ when im doggin’ yo shit inna nother language, so what’s the difference?”
you felt yourself get quiet and your body get a little hotter while you sat next to him, starting to fan yourself with your acrylics.
“¿eso es lo que te ayudará a concentrarte, bebé?” (is that what’s gonna help you focus baby?)
he whispered, pulling your body effortlessly onto him with tattooed arms and hands to put you into a straddle form. he let your hips rock back and forth over his pants, a slow but noticeable motion that definitely displayed how you felt in the moment.
“you wan’ do this here, really?”
you rubbed on his shoulders, feeling that damn compression shirt get in the way of gazing at your man’s tatted chest, so you slid your hands down to the hem of said shirt and worked it up his stomach.
“mmm, that’s not true connie..i can focus.”
connie smiled a wicked smile, tooth gems sparkling in the dim light. and he pushed all your hair to the side so he could whisper into your ear better.
“si eso no es cierto?” (yea that’s not true?)
connie left wet kisses on your neck. his hands rubbed at your ass before sliding under your shirt and up your back, touching at your bra strap like he was bout to take it off.
“ s’ not connie. don’t be mean..”
he chuckled wrapping his arms around your waist to feel you grind down on him a little harder, groaning a bit and silently grateful the nobody really used the library on campus.. and it was pretty late so nobody was gonna come.
“you realize that was in spanish right mama?”
blondieeu xx
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