dealer!chris x sweetheart!bunny ⋮ final part of mini-series
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in which . . . chris takes a drunken bunny home after a night out and stays over. waking up together the next morning, their quiet conversations naturally deepen their intimacy. as the day unfolds, chris finally voices a question that has been weighing on his heart, ultimately leading him to make bunny a promise of forever . . .
warnings . . . alcohol use/hangover, drunken words, explicit sexual content (smut), past relationship trauma, past substance abuse/addiction, past emotional distress/heartbreak . . .
author’s note . . . i didn’t create dealer!chris or sweetheart!bunny. this is just my personal interpretation of them. full credit to whoever originally came up with them.
“Awh, Chris! Come on, just one more drink, please!” Bunny whined, her words slurring slightly as he gently but firmly steered her toward his car.
Chris couldn’t help but laugh, shaking his head as he watched her stumble along beside him. “No, Bun. We’re going home. You’ve had more than enough, baby.”
She let out an exaggerated sigh, crossing her arms as best she could while walking. “You’re no fun,” she pouted. “I only had, like… what? One drink?”
He shot her a look, eyebrow lifting. “If you’re gonna lie, at least try to make it believable.” He opened the car door and guided her inside, shutting it behind her and circling to the driver’s seat.
They’d gone out for a simple dinner at the bar, nothing fancy. Chris had controlled himself and sat back as Bunny ordered a drink to “celebrate her surviving the week, but one drink had turned into several strawberry margaritas, and Bunny had lost track somewhere along the way. Now she was giggly and completely unfiltered.
She leaned her hand toward him while resting her head against the window. “You know,” she murmured, eyes half-lidded, “you’re very handsome when you’re being bossy.”
“I’m not bossy.” Chris snorted softly. “I’m responsible.”
She hummed, unconvinced. “Mmm… still handsome.”
He reached over at the next red light, lacing his fingers with hers. “You’re gonna hate me tomorrow when you wake up.”
By the time they made it upstairs, he was practically carrying her, Bunny’s weight slumped against him as she clung to his jacket like it was the only thing keeping her upright.
He balanced her with one arm while digging through her bag with the other, fishing for her keys as she offered absolutely zero help.
“Bun,” he sighed, amused, “they’re not gonna find themselves.”
She hummed sleepily. “They’re in there somewhere.”
Once he finally got the door open, he guided her inside and immediately knelt down to take her shoes off, lining them neatly by the door. He knew better—she hated shoes indoors, drunk or not.
Bunny barely acknowledged it, already shuffling toward the bedroom like she was running on autopilot. Chris followed, helping her sit on the edge of the bed before crouching in front of her again.
“Okay,” he said softly. “Let’s get you into something comfortable.”
She shook her head instantly, flopping backward onto the mattress. “Nooo,” she groaned. “I’m comfy already.”
“You’re wearing jeans.”
“So?”
“So jeans are not sleepwear.”
“I disagree.”
Chris laughed under his breath, tugging lightly at her arm to get her to sit up again. “Come on, Bun. Just a hoodie. Or pajamas. Literally anything but this.”
She crossed her arms stubbornly. “You’re being bossy again.”
“I’m being nice,” he corrected. “There’s a difference.”
She peeked one eye open, studying him for a second before reaching out and lazily grabbing his wrist. “If you wanted me comfy so bad,” she slurred, “you should’ve thought about that before letting me drink margaritas.”
“I did think about it,” He smiled despite himself, brushing her hair back from her face. “You didn’t listen.”
She sighed, finally giving in just enough to sit up, muttering, “Fine.”
Chris disappeared into her closet and came back with a T-shirt and a pair of sleep shorts. He worked carefully, helping her shimmy out of her low-rise jeans and tugging her top loose without rushing her.
Bunny let out a lazy huff. “If you wanted to see me naked,” she said, rolling her eyes dramatically, “you could’ve just said so.”
Chris scoffed, shaking his head as he avoided looking any longer than necessary. “You’re way too drunk for me right now,” he replied flatly. “And for the record, this is not that.”
She blinked at him, processing slowly. “Wow,” she murmured. “So now your Rejecting me. While I’m weak and my body barely functions? What a gentleman you are.”
Chris laughed quietly and guided her arms through the sleeves. “Funny. Your body was working just fine when you were ordering margaritas.”
“That was different,” she mumbled, already sinking deeper into the mattress.
Once she was changed, Chris helped her lie back properly, pulling the blankets up and gently tugging her hair free from under her neck. Her eyes were fluttering shut when he brushed his thumb across her cheek.
“Sleep, Bunny.”
“Nooo,” she suddenly protested, pushing herself up and wrapping her arms around him like a sleepy koala. “I don’t want to.”
He laughed softly. “Then what do you want, baby?”
She blinked up at him, completely serious in her drunken haze. “Sex?”
“Bunny.”
She pouted, swaying a little as she held onto his hoodie. “It would feel so good though,” she whined. “Everything feels better when I’m drunk.”
Chris scoffed, shaking his head. “Yeah—if we were both drunk.”
She tilted her head, eyes big and pleading. “Please?”
He gently peeled her hands off his chest and held them in his. “I’m not touching you like that when you’re drunk, Bunny.”
She huffed, clearly offended, folding her arms. “You’re no fun.”
“I’m being responsible,” he said, trying not to smile. “Huge difference.”
She stared at him for a second before slumping back against the pillows with another dramatic sigh. “Whatever.”
Chris tucked her back in, smoothing the blankets over her. “Get some sleep,” he murmured. “We can talk when you’re actually mentally here tomorrow.”
Bunny mumbled something unintelligible as she curled around his arm, already drifting off. Chris let out a disbelieving breath, but he still slipped out of his hoodie and climbed in beside her anyway.
He watched her for a moment, her cheeks still warm from the alcohol. Carefully, he brushed his thumb along her jaw. “Beautiful,” he whispered, pressing a light kiss to her cheek before finally closing his eyes.
The next morning, Bunny stirred with a low groan. Her head felt like it had been stuffed with cotton and regret. She squinted against the light filtering through her curtains and shifted slightly—only to realize she wasn’t alone.
Chris was still there, fast asleep beside her.
She nudged his shoulder weakly. “Chris,” she croaked. “Hey… wake up.”
He groaned, burying his face deeper into the pillow. “Five more minutes.”
“My head feels like it’s trying to kill me,” she muttered.
That got him moving. He cracked one eye open, then the other, immediately sitting up a little when he saw her wince. “Yeah,” he said quietly. “That’ll happen after three too many margaritas.”
She frowned. “It was not three.”
Chris gave her a knowing look. “Sure, ma.”
Bunny didn’t react, but something in her stillness shifted. He hadn’t called her that in years, not since high school, and not since she was high school sweetheart Bunny and he was… well, dealer Chris.
“I’m gonna brush—” she started, pushing herself off the bed. She swayed immediately, and Chris was there in a second, steadying her by the elbow.
“Easy,” he murmured. “You’re still on yesterday’s operating system.”
She huffed but let him guide her to the bathroom. By the time she was washed up and wrapped in one of her hoodies, the fog in her head had lifted just enough to feel the full weight of her hangover.
When she wandered into the kitchen, she found Chris already there, shirtless and moving like he belonged.
The sight alone was enough for her to fight the urge to rip her panties off.
He had eggs out, spinach on the counter, and a pan heating on the stove. He’d even found her good olive oil without asking.
“You’re cooking?” she asked, voice rough.
“Obviously,” he said, cracking an egg with one hand. “You always want something clean after a night like that. Omelette, toast, fruit.”
She leaned against the counter, watching him with heavy, half-awake eyes. In the last six months, he’d been here so often that he moved through her kitchen like it was his own.
They ate in a comfortable silence. Bunny was slowly working through her omelette while Chris downed a protein shake. “You weren’t kidding about that whole gym thing,” she muttered, eyeing the label.
He smiled faintly.
She studied him for a second, taking in his comfort and put-together appearance. “You really meant it,” she said softly. “When you said you were gonna stay sober.”
“Yeah,” Chris let out a chuckle. “Didn’t put in the work for nothing.”
She tilted her head, a teasing smile creeping onto her face. “Funny how the tables have turned.”
“What do you mean?”
She motioned between them. “You’re the one looking after me now—making me breakfast, walking me home, telling me when I’ve had enough.”
He laughed quietly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah… you’re a lot easier to take care of like this than I ever was.”
Bunny’s smile faded just a little. She scooted closer, lifting her hands to his face, her thumbs resting gently along his jaw. “Hey,” she said softly. “Don’t do that. Don’t beat yourself up over who you used to be.”
Chris shook his head, eyes dropping. “I’ll always regret it, Bun.”
“Regret what?”
He swallowed. “All the time we lost. Those four years.” His voice was quiet but heavy. “We could’ve already built a whole life together by now.”
Bunny went quiet. It always happened like this. One minute, they were teasing, the next, they were standing in the middle of something fragile.
“But… I’m happy,” Chris said suddenly. “I’m happy you left.”
She lifted an eyebrow, surprised.
“You made something of yourself,” he continued gently. “You’re doing well. You’re a successful young woman.”
A small smile tugged at her lips. “Thank you.”
“It took me a long time to see it,” he admitted, eyes soft. “But I’m glad I didn’t pull you down with me.” He took her hand from his cheek and pressed a kiss to her knuckles. “If you’d stayed, I don’t think I ever would’ve gone to rehab.”
Bunny’s throat tightened. She stepped closer, resting her forehead against his. “I never wanted to be the thing that kept you broken.”
“You weren’t,” he said quietly. “None of it was your fault. I was just too lost back then to love you the way you deserved.”
She hesitated, then gave him a small, almost shy smile. “Well… I do miss high school you sometimes.”
He blinked. “Yeah? And what could you possibly miss about that version of me?”
She tilted her head, eyes glinting with playful nostalgia. “That whole bad-boy thing you had going on,” she teased. “All attitude and trouble and pretending you didn’t care about anything.”
Chris let out a quiet laugh. “You mean the version of me that was a walking disaster?”
“I mean the version of you that thought being one was charming,” she shot back, lips curling into a grin. “Don’t pretend you didn’t enjoy it.” She paused, eyes drifting like she was replaying old memories. “That ski mask you used to wear was… kind of attractive, I’ll admit.”
“Oh?” His eyebrows lifted. That idea weirdly amused him. “You liked that, huh?”
Bunny rolled her eyes, but she didn’t look away. “Don’t get cocky.”
“Too late,” he said, leaning a little closer. “So the bad-boy thing worked on you?”
“Maybe a little,” she said lightly. “It was mysterious.”
He laughed, playing with her fingers. “Mysterious is one word for it. Reckless is another.”
“Still,” she murmured, studying him, “you had a vibe.”
“And now?”
“Now,” she pretended to weigh the thought, “I like how confident you are. How… grounded. You’ve really grown into the best version of yourself.” She smiled, then added with a little laugh, “But back then you had that whole look at me wrong, and I’ll fight you thing going on. Super protective. Very intense.”
She pushed herself up from the counter, but before she could move away, Chris caught her wrist and gently tugged her back, right into his lap.
“Hey,” he murmured, one arm settling around her waist. “Still do.” She looked all smiley and soft. “I’d still do anything for you, Bun,” he said quietly, eyes steady on hers. “You know that, right?”
Bunny rested her hand against his chest and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. “I know… You practically lost it when that guy told me to move out of the way yesterday. ”
“I didn’t like his tone,” Chris groaned at the memory rolling his eyes. “Or the way he looked at you.”
Bunny giggled, bumping their noses together.
“I’m serious,” Chris said, trying to keep his voice steady. “I’d never let anyone disrespect you like that, ma.”
“That’s so husbandly of you,” she teased. Chris froze for a moment, and Bunny immediately noticed. “Uh—that’s not what I—”
“No… well,” he interrupted pulling her closer. “That’s exactly what I’ll be for one day.” He leaned down and pressed a deep, lingering kiss to her lips. “You’ll be my wife. I promise.”
Bunny’s cheeks flushed.
Chris lifted the hand he’d been idly playing with and pressed a kiss to her ring finger. “I could put a ring on it…” He leaned in, brushing a soft kiss along her neck. “Right now, if I wanted.”
Bunny smiled and brushed a strand of hair away from her face.
He grinned at her shy expression, tracing her jaw with his thumb. “In a heartbeat. You know I would. But… I want it to be perfect.”
She leaned into him, still holding his hand, heart pounding. “I think it already is perfect.”
Chris smirked, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Then we’re on the same page… and someday, Bun… this finger?” He nudged at her ring finger. “Is mine to claim forever, and I’ll put a rock on this pretty little finger.”
She pouted, resting her chin on his shoulder. “I mean… technically, this finger’s been free for a long time.”
He smirked, taking her hand again and pretending to slide an invisible ring onto her finger. “See? Fits perfectly. Absolutely perfect. Already claimed.”
Bunny laughed, swatting his chest lightly.
“I’m not joking,” he whispered, brushing his nose against hers. “Someday, though, Bun… I’m putting a real one there.”
She leaned into him, soft and warm, resting her head against his chest. “I’ll be waiting,” she murmured, a mix of laughter and sigh in her voice.
Their lips moved against each other slowly. Chris’s hands cradled her face, fingers tangled in her hair, and Bunny responded instinctively, pressing closer, letting herself melt against him.
Chris's hand hoisted her to precisely straddle his lap as his lips slid down to her neck. Bunny felt something hard beneath her, and when she looked up, Chris was grinning at her.
"I apologize, ma. The thought of you being my wife turned me on."
The heat would puddle against her legs as well. Chris sensed it as well. Unintentionally, she slowly began move her hips against his erection.
Chris hissed. "Fuck—"
Bunny shuffled slowly as she kept moving, leaning her head on his shoulders for support. Her need was seeping through her sleep shorts.
Chris gave his grey sweatpants a little nudge, giving her more access to his boxers and eliminating more space between them.
Bunny arched a bit into him, her fingers threading into his hair, pulling him closer until their lips met again. Chris’s hips rolled a bit, testing a teasing action that sent a shiver down her spine.
Bunny whimpered, her hands sliding up and down his bare chest, feeling the heat of his skin, especially the way his muscles tensed beneath your touch. It was overwhelming.
His lips found hers again, desperate and hungry, like he couldn’t get close enough to Bun. “You feel so good,” he groaned. “You always feel so… so good.”
His cocky smirk falters the second Bunny’s hips stutter faster—his breath hitches, and his fingers dig into her thighs like he’s trying to anchor himself.
"Baby—" A ragged laugh escapes him, "You're so unbelievable."
The teasing lilt in his voice cracks when she then giggles and grinds up deliberately, slow and testing. He groans, head tipping back as his Adam’s apple bobs. "Fucking hell, Bunny…."
Bunny couldn’t stop the moans and whimpers that escaped her mouth. “Feels—feels so good…”
“Yeah? Take what you need, Bun—” He cuts himself off with a groan when another perfect roll hits him right where it counts. “Fuck.”
Suddenly, Bunny stops breathless, and pulls his boxers down to reveal his length, before she lifts her hips and sinks onto him slowly, inch by inch. Chris groans beneath her, his jaw tight as she watches his Bunny take control. “Fuck— look at you,” he mutters. “Takin’ me so good.”
She bit her lip and started to move against him in circles. Chris grabs ahold of her tits to steady himself. He didn’t take her shirt off, but rolled her nipples between his fingers from underneath.
“I–I’m so close, Chris…” Bunny mumbles. “Gonna…c-cum…”
“Yeah? fuck—” he moans. “Go on…make me cum, ma...” Bunny moaned at his encouragement, grinding harder, chasing that release. Bunny felt a strange sense of pride being the one in charge.
His jaw tightens. Bunny could tell he's near. He growls, allowing his hands to move. He grabs her hips and forcefully slams her onto his cock.
Chris tilts his head back and lets off quiet whimpers. “Ah, god—just like that, ma.” And then, all of a sudden, Chris is slammed with an orgasm, which forces them to temporarily pause their closeness.
He came from his high and smirked down at her.
“You think I would let you off so easily?” He gives her a huge grin, hoists her up, walks them to the couch, and throws her onto it flat on her back. “Hope you enjoyed yourself, Bunny.”
Now that he’s back in charge, he slams back into her.
“You like that, Baby?” Chris lets out a grunt and ends every phrase with a brutal thrust. “You like being fucked like a little slut.” Whenever he was too far gone, his words turned dirty. Bunny could feel her orgasm intensifying, tightening in her abdomen.
“Chris—I'm going to cum!” Her fingers were piercing through his back. With a scream, finishes as Chris gives her one final slam, as he follows soon after again, spilling inside her with a groan.
As they both come down from their highs, Chris pulls out of her. He smirks down, his eyes are filled with satisfaction. But deep down, his expression was filled with nothing but love and admiration for the woman beneath him.
“You're a dirty girl, aren't you, Bunny?” he pecks her flushed cheek, “Grinding on me the second you can and finding how to get your way.”
“Maybe…” She drawled, leaning into his touch with a huge smile.
“You always know how to push my buttons…” He shook his head, chuckling lowly. “Making me all worked up this early in the day.”
The rest of the morning slipped by with them curled together on the couch. Chris traced soothing patterns through her hair, whispering little praises that made her feel warm all the way through. Bunny rested against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart, feeling a kind of safety she’d never really known before.
He was her home in a way no place had ever been.
“Bunny,” he said softly.
“Yeah?” she hummed, barely lifting her head.
“I love you.”
“I know,” she smiled. “I love you too.”
He shifted a little, tightening his arms around her. “I just… I want you to really believe it.”
“I do,” she promised.
After a moment, his voice dropped, quieter now. “Can I ask you something, baby?” He hesitated when he felt her nod, breath brushing against his chest. “Do you ever worry… that I’ll relapse?”
Bunny lifted her head to look at him, her expression confused but gentle. “Sometimes,” she admitted. “But I know you won’t.”
He frowned slightly.
“You’ve already had multiple times,” Bunny brushes a finger along his chest. “But this time you’ve made it this far, so you won’t, and I can see it.”
He nodded. A small, hesitant smile tugged at his lips.
“I’m not scared of you relapsing,” she continued, her voice quiet but steady. “I’m only scared of you relapsing and not being able to pull yourself back again.”
Chris held her gaze, the weight of her words sinking in. He cupped her face gently, thumbs brushing her cheeks. “Bun… I’m not going anywhere. Not again. I’ve learned my limits.”
She let out a shaky breath, leaning into his hands. “I know. I trust you. I just… I want you trust yourself, too.”
“I do,” he said firmly, voice low. “I trust myself because I’ve got you. You’re my reminder of everything I’m fighting for.”
Bunny’s lips curved into a soft smile, relief and love mingling in her chest. “Then we’re okay,” she whispered. “And you’re okay.”
Chris pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, holding her closer. “Yeah,” he said, voice soft, “I’m more than okay. I’m… lucky, Bun. Lucky to have you, to have this—us.”
She tilted her head up to meet his eyes, and he traced the line of her jaw with his thumb. “After everything,” he murmured, “After all the waiting… I get to wake up with you. I get to see you, hear you, hold you. I get you. Every day. And that’s a kind of miracle I’ll never take for granted, when I thought I'd lost you forever.”
Bunny rested her head against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart. “I never thought… I’d feel this safe,” she admitted softly. “With anyone, ever again.”
“You don’t just feel safe,” Chris whispered, pressing his lips to the top of her head. “You are safe. With me, always.”
Chris tightened his arms around her, sighing softly. “I’ve waited so long for this,” he said, voice barely above a whisper. “For you. And now… I’ll spend the rest of my life making sure you never doubt it.”
“I never will,” she whispered. Bunny smiled into his chest, her fingers curling into his shirt.
“Because you, my love, mean more to me than anything I could ever put into my body. I'll always regret making such a young version of you feel like something so tangible was more important than you. When it never was. I want to never see tears on your face from worrying about me, nor from me. That’s why I promise you, Bun, I'll never relapse.”
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