Romanticist - [connie springer x reader] NSFW

Part 6

The two of you had essentially spent the entire day together, only separating from each other for a brief moment to allow yourselves to freshen up. You were cuddled up on the couch in his dorm the same way the two of you always did, your head peacefully rested on his lap as he and Jean bantered back and forth over what movie the three of you should watch. The three of you had assorted snacks and drinks sprawled out on the coffee table between yourselves and (per your request) a pile of blankets in front of the couch in case you were in need of extra warmth. Movie nights were almost a daily tradition that you guys kept up since the two of them moved in together at the beginning of their freshman year and you had yet to miss a single one.

    "I just don't see what's wrong with a little romance every now and then, it's not gonna kill you." Jean argued, pointing at the uninterested boy you were rested on. Jean voted on watching 'Eternal Sunshine of The Spotless Mind', but of course Connie was opposed. Romance wasn't his thing (clearly), Instead, he wanted to watch-

    "Superbad is a great movie. I just don't understand why you'd willingly want to make yourself cry when that's right there." The silver haired boy argued in his defense. Shaking your shoulder lightly he tried to drag you into the argument, hoping that you would vouch for his recommendation and save him from his personal hell that was romance movies. "Tell him, y/n. Wouldn't you rather watch Superbad? We literally love that movie."

    "I like the sound of Eternal Sunshine...Jean you have my vote put the movie on."

"I'm never making you breakfast again."

"Good because that tasted like shit." He held a hand up to his heart as if you had just broken it and he squeezed his eyes shut, groaning as his head tilted back. You could hear Jean's yells of victory as he set up the movie, taunting the other who was still shot down in his seat dreading the next two hours ahead of him.

Part of the way through the movie the two of you had shifted on the couch. Preferring to lay as well he insisted that the two of you spoon instead of him just laying on the ground beside Jean. The space was cramped, barely holding the two of you as he hugged you close to his chest trying to ensure that you didn't accidentally fall from your spot. The compromising position stole all of your attention from the movie, you weren't used to being spooned by him. It was enough of a fight to convince him to allow you to let you sleep in the same bed as him on occasion, let alone spoon you on a small couch. You knew something had to have been up with him, even thinking back to that morning he was awfully touch-y, and skinship had never really been his thing- at least not with you. There were so many places that your mind went, so many questions that you wanted to ask yourself. Was it because he felt bad about last night? Did Jean say something to him? Did it have to do with Sasha? Was there more to everything that he wasn't telling you? There were so many moments when you wanted to just come forward and ask him, you wanted to finish the talk that the two of you were having last night but you were also afraid of ruining the atmosphere the second night in a row.

His warm breath tickled the crook of your neck as he rested his lips there. The action was innocent, but you couldn't help but feel your cheeks light on fire from the simple interaction. He just had no space, you told yourself. The touch meant nothing.

"y/n." His voice softly rang in your ears, stealing your focus away from your thoughts. "Are you seriously watching this?" Every word he said tickled your ears from how close to you he was, and each word got softer and softer in an attempt to not bother the boy sitting in front of the two of you.

"Not really."You admitted honestly. A low hum came from his throat in response as he absentmindedly squeezed your arm.

"Told you my choice was better." You felt a soft nip on your shoulder, causing you to yelp in surprise as you turned your body to swat him for the random act. Completely forgetting about how cramped the space was, you felt yourself start to slip off of the couch only to be caught by him before your feet had the chance to kick the bystander resting on the floor.

"Watch it, clumsy." He flashed a goofy smile as you held onto his shoulder for dear life, praying that you wouldn't slip backwards. Noses touching from the closed space, you became painfully aware of just how close you were to him and how your little stunt only made things worse. You couldn't help but look at his lips that were only centimeters away from your own, it was painful. The reflection of the tv shone in his hazel eyes that you noticed were also stealing glances as your lips, he was aware too.

You couldn't wrap your mind around what happened next fast enough as his lips gingerly pressed against yours, barely applying any pressure. It was like he was testing out the way they felt against his own, like it was pure curiosity. Your eyes widened momentarily, trying to grasp the situation you were in. Deciding the feeling was satisfactory, you felt his lips apply more pressure against yours, moving slowly against your own- the two of you were perfectly in sync. You had been kissed a fair amount of times in the 20 years you've lived, but you've never been kissed like this before. There was so much care, so much hesitation, so much meaning in that one action. It was the most sensual kiss you had ever experienced. You had always fantasized about how soft you thought his lips would be, or how amazing they'd feel pressed against your own but god you weren't expecting something like this.

By the time you were able to fully grasp what happened his lips were already pulled away from yours.

"I'm gonna go to bed." Just as quickly as he had kissed you he was getting himself off of the couch and making his way to his dorm, leaving both you and Jean- who had heard the whole thing- at a loss for words. The bliss you felt was immediately replaced by frustration as you sat upwards, hands gripping your hair as you looked down at your feet.

"What the fuck was that." You said to no one in particular. You couldn't tell if you were left with more questions than you had before, or if the situation clarified any of them. Nothing made sense anymore, you didn't know the person that you called your best friend, for the first time ever you had no idea what was going on in his mind and it left you unsettled and exhausted.

The roommate in front of you turned to face you, hand rested on your knee in consolidation as he tried to find the words to say to ease your clearly disturbed mind, but there were none. Jean always had something to say, no matter what it was he was always good with his words when it mattered the most. He was always the one that you looked to for advice, or just for a voice of reason or a sense of reassurance- but this was the first time he had nothing to say on Connie's behalf.

    "I can walk with you back to your dorm, it's dark out I don't want you to go out by yourself." His voice was barely above a whisper as if he was still concerned about interrupting the dialogue in the movie that no one was paying attention to. Unable to form any words you simply shook your head, not wanting to cause any obligation as you stood up from your seat. If anything, you knew that you would need to walk by yourself in order to get some proper fresh air and attempt to make some sense of what just happened a few minutes ago. Without another word you walked out of the apartment, waving a lazy goodbye at Jean who was watching you with a pathetic expression on his face and you couldn't help but feel worse about your situation. You knew it was bad when even Jean was pitying you. With each day that went by you realized that you were mistaken when you thought that you knew your best friend inside and out. The reality of it was that you had no clue who this person was anymore, you were just holding on to the version of him that you used to know. This was a stranger.