ur love is my drug
AN: i've been OBSESSED with the l word and noticed that the amount of shane fics on here is scarce to say the least, so i thought i'd add to it. enjoy and happy pride!!
dealer!shanemccutcheon x reader
synopsis: since moving to la a few years back, you and shane had been acquaintances, but recently she had become your plug. one night, you come over to pick up, and she invites you for a smoke. all you can do is say yes and play it cool.
wc: 2.9k
cw: marijuana consumption, SMUT!!, fingering, oral sex r!receiving, scissoring
As soon as your eyes open to the sunlight filtering through the cracks in the blinds, all you can feel is frustration. One glance at the clock on your bedside table, and the bright red numbers read: 6:24 am. Perfect. You barely got 4 hours of sleep, and you were dreading getting up for work already. At least you get off early today, and everyone is planning to meet later that night at The Planet for dinner. Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you plant your feet on the cold hardwood floor and make your way towards your bathroom to get ready for the day.
Your commute to work is short, so you stop along the way for an iced coffee and a breakfast sandwich as usual. The food helped the frustration you woke up with ebb away, but not completely. Though dinner tonight was something to look forward to at least, all you had to do was make it through the workday.
As expected, the day dragged on slowly, but it did finally come to an end, and you arrived back home. As soon as you stepped through the door, you went straight to your room to add some dark eyeshadow and glitter to your lids as well as a dark lipstick to complement it. You changed into something a little more Planet-appropriate: a cheetah print tank top, black miniskirt, and your Doc Martins with some perfume to top it all off. Before leaving, you walk over to your closet, grabbing the shoebox where you stashed your weed, only to be met with an empty Ziploc bag and rolling papers with nothing to put in them.
"Fuck." you mutter to yourself. All you can do for now is hope Shane will be there tonight so you can buy a few grams from her.
The Planet was bustling with a mix of jazz music and conversation. The sounds relaxed you, and a small smile graced your face as you made your way over to the table. At your approach, your friends stood up to greet you before sitting down together; it's easy to get lost in conversation as you eat your food and add to the discussion when necessary. But one question is pulling you away as your eyes scan the room: where is Shane?
One of your friends caught your attention by waving her hand in front of your face. "Sorry," you say with a laugh, "I'm going to go get a drink," and with that, you stand up and make your way over to the bar.
When you walk up, your eyes land on the woman of the hour, and your face breaks into a smile. "Shane, hi!" You say as you walk over to stand next to her. "Hey, babe. What's up?" She questions, her hazel eyes meeting yours and her grin mirroring your own.
"Not much," you reply "I did just run out of weed though."
"Well why didn't you say something earlier!?" She exclaims with a laugh, her elbows resting on the bar behind her. "Once we're done here, you can meet me at my place to grab some; does that work?" Shane's confident demeanor never failed to make you a little nervous; you just hoped she couldn't tell.
"Yeah that sounds perfect." You respond smoothly. "You wanna come sit with everyone? It looks like there's room."
"Sure," she pushes herself off the bar and follows you to the table.
The rest of dinner passes quickly, and before long you're making your way to Shane's. Luckily, her house wasn't far from The Planet, but she still managed to make it there before you.
You walk up her front porch steps, and the door swings open before you even have a chance to knock. The sight before you makes your knees weaken just a little. Shane had changed into a pair of low-rise black sweats and one of her signature white tank tops where you could see her nipples peeking through the fabric. Obviously, you'd always thought she was attractive, as did everybody else, but you knew better than to get mixed up with Shane "Heartbreaker" McCutcheon.
Recovering quickly, your eyes glanced back up to meet hers. "Come in?" she asked, and you nodded your head and followed her through the front door. You'd been to Shane's house a handful of times with your friends whenever she hosted a get-together, but never by yourself. The thought of being alone with her here made your heartbeat speed up as she led you to her couch.
"You can sit if you want, I'll be right back," and she disappears down the hall as you make yourself comfortable, returning swiftly with a clear bag and a joint between her fingers.
"Here," she hands you the bag, her soft hand brushing yours as you take it, sending a small jolt through your body at the contact. "Thank you." You reply, stuffing the bag into your purse.
"No problem," she says, the unlit joint still in her hand. "Actually, do you want to smoke this with me now? I was already planning to, but I'm feeling generous." She asks, smirking.
"Are you sure? I don't want to deprive you." You respond with a laugh. "Yeah I'm sure, come on." She smiles, and suddenly her fingers are around your wrist, pulling you up off the couch and to the front porch steps.
You sit down on the concrete steps with her next to you. She lights the joint, the small flame illuminating her face with a soft orange glow. After taking a drag, she passes it to you, and you take it from between her fingers. Her body moves close enough to yours that your thighs are touching, and you bring the joint to your mouth.
Wrapping your lips around the end, you can feel the wetness of her spit as you take a pull. The feeling makes your face feel hot. The heat of her body this close to yours wasn't helping, but it wasn't exactly unwelcome either, and with each drag, you wanted more and more for her to be even closer to you.
The joint passes between the two of you silently until it's almost gone. Each pass back and forth, and each brush of a hand, fuels the heat pooling in your stomach. Your head feels warm and fuzzy now as relaxation settles over you. The silence is comfortable, but the feeling in your lower belly will become unbearable soon.
Her eyes, slightly pinker now than they were earlier, meet yours. She grins at you, flashing her pretty, white teeth, and you begin giggling.
"What? What's funny?" She asks. "I'm not sure," you reply, because you can't tell her that the glint in her eye as she stares at you is making you nervous. She passes the joint to you, and as you take it, her fingers brush against yours more intentionally than they have before. You take another drag and breathe it in deep.
A few more silent minutes pass between you, and her eyes trace you up and down; the way your skirt rides up makes her breathe out a sigh. The joint is pretty much gone by now, so you set it in the ashtray and turn your face towards her.
"What's up?" You ask, but she only hums in response. Her hand that had been resting on her knee was slowly migrating toward yours, and suddenly you felt her cold hand on your warm thigh. The sensation sent a shiver through your body, causing your nipples to perk up and poke through the thin cotton of your tank top. You couldn't help but glance at her lips from time to time; they looked soft, and you wanted more than anything to reach out and rub your thumb over them.
Her eyes met yours, a question in her gaze, and you only hoped she could feel the tension as much as you did. You only offer a smirk in return, giving her the ok with just one look, and before you can react, her free hand is cradling the back of your neck, and her mouth is on yours.
She kisses like fire. Her mouth against yours is hot and passionate; she pulls your bottom lip between her teeth and slowly releases it as she leans back, resting her forehead against yours. "Fuck," she breathes, her hazel eyes opening to meet yours.
A lazy smile plays on your face; then her lips meet yours again, harder this time, hungrier. You kiss her back with just as much fervor, her tongue dancing with yours. Her hand, still on your thigh, began massaging the area, moving closer to the hem of your miniskirt.
You moan into the kiss, both of your palms cradling the sides of her neck as you pull her closer. Her hand resting on your neck moves to your waist, where her thumb caresses your side under your tank top. Her touch on your skin burned and made your stomach fill with butterflies, causing your hips to shift towards her. Fuck you forget how horny weed makes you.
Tightening her grip on your thigh, she asks, "You wanna you inside?"
"Yeah," you breathe, "I do."
Quickly, you both stand, and Shane swings the door open, pulling you inside and slamming it shut. Not even a second later, you were pressed against the door behind you, Shane's mouth meeting yours again.
"Fuck, Shane," you whisper, her mouth trailing down your neck, sucking and probably leaving bruises. The only response you get is a hum against your skin, and as she reaches under your miniskirt, applying pressure with her palm through your underwear, which was already soaked through.
You moan softly, rocking your hips against her hand in search of some friction, making her chuckle under her breath quietly. Unbeknownst to you, she is just as soaked as you are just from hearing the pretty noises falling from your slightly parted lips.
Her mouth moves back to yours, kissing you intensely as her fingers tease the hem of your underwear, making you buck your hips.
The feeling of her fingers moving your panties to the side was heavenly, but what was even better was when her fingers finally slid through your folds, collecting your arousal and dragging it to your clit. You couldn't kiss her back anymore, so you propped your forehead against hers, feeling her rough breathing against your lips.
When her fingers began rubbing circles on your clit, your head fell back against the door.
"Feels good?" She asks, continuing her ministrations.
"Yeah," you moan. "Feels so good, Shane, please."
"Please, what?" She questions, using her free hand to reach under your top and massage your boob, making your breath stutter.
"Please, can we go to your room?" you clarify, meeting her eyes. She takes her hand out from under your skirt, placing her fingers onto your lips. You open your mouth to allow her fingers entrance. Once they rest on your tongue, you close your lips around them and begin to suck.
The sight before her makes her groan; the burn in her lower belly has become almost painful. Suddenly, she pulls her fingers out of your mouth and grabs your arm, yanking you towards her bedroom. Once the both of you are inside, she shuts the door and pushes you back onto the bed, the comforter soft against your legs.
"Lie back," she orders, reaching over to her bedside table and flicking the lamp on, basking the room in a warm glow.
You do as you're told, and Shane leans down over you, placing one of her thighs in between your legs. She leans her face towards you, brushing her lips against yours. "This ok?" she asks breathlessly. "Yeah, Shane, it's ok, please just fuck me."
Her laugh cuts off as she leans down to kiss you again, pressing her thigh onto your clit. You take the opportunity to roll your hips onto her. Your hands reach the bottom of her tank top, pulling it up; she gets the hint and pulls the shirt the rest of the way over her head. The sight of her chest on full display has your mouth watering. You immediately reach up to grab them with your hands as she kisses down your neck. Then, she draws back and reaches to the top of your skirt, pulling it down and taking your underwear with it. Once they're out of the way, she takes your top off, reaching behind you to unclip her bra with her other hand. When all of your clothes are off, she throws them into a pile in the corner of her room.
Climbing back on top of you, Shane resumes kissing down your neck, sucking hickeys wherever she can. She kisses down your chest, taking your nipple in her mouth and swirling her tongue around it, making you thrust your hips up. She moves to the other side, wanting to give them equal attention, and your hand moves to tangle in her hair. You pull on the roots, which causes her to moan against you, the vibrations sending shivers down your spine.
She continued kissing down your body, biting along your stomach and using her hands to explore the rest as both of you gripped her hair. The tension in your body had you feeling like you could explode any second, and you thought you were going to when her mouth made contact with your clit. She left soft kisses at first, then you felt her gather your wetness and lick a long strip back to your clit, flattening her tongue.
The feeling had you moaning so loud you had to cover your mouth until Shane was reaching up, grabbing your arm, and pulling it away from your face.
"I don't think so," she says, "I wanna hear what I'm doing to you."
She goes back to what she was doing before you can reply, but you do what she says and use your hand to fist the sheets instead, the other one still wrapped in her hair.
You buck your hips up as she works her tongue on you. Your moans and near-painful grip on her hair have her grinding down onto the mattress for friction. She groaned around your clit, sending shock waves through your body and making you throw your head back with a whine of her name.
Shane was panting now, her desperation growing by the second. "Need to feel you," she says urgently, and she pulls back, hands grabbing your hips forcefully to hold you in place. She sits up onto her knees, adjusting to slot her leg in between yours. It doesn't take long for her to find a comfortable position, and when she does, she places her hands on your waist to steady herself. She shifts her hips down to connect with yours. Once she starts moving back and forth, your hands fly to her hips, using her for leverage.
You both moan in relief as she rocks her hips on top of you, and she leans down to catch your bottom lip between her teeth, kissing you again. You moan into her mouth, and she starts speeding up. You scratch your nails down her back as the coil in your stomach began to tighten, and you knew you wouldn't last much longer now, especially with the way Shane was moaning and writhing on top of you.
"Sh-Shane," you stutter.
"I know, baby," she replies, using her hands on your waist to hold you down as you try to buck your hips.
Burying her face against the side of your neck, she whines into your ear. It's better than any sound you've ever come across in your life; it does more for you than any amount of weed ever could.
"'M close," you murmur into her hair.
"Yeah?" She questions, "Gonna cum for me?" Her hand reaches up to press on either side of your neck, applying the perfect amount of pressure; her free hand slides up to massage your tit. You cry out, the mixed sensations causing you to shift your hips up frantically to meet hers.
All you could manage was a nod of your head before you were cumming, the waves washing over you made you whimper, and your thighs shake.
It wasn't long before Shane was right there with you; you could tell she was close by the way her rhythm began to falter. She came with a loud whine, riding out your highs together until you had to squeeze her sides, signaling her to stop. Finally, she collapsed on top of you, your hands massaging the back of her neck.
"I think that was the best high I've ever had." You say through a laugh.
"Yeah definitely," Shane replies, looking up at you, then laying her head back on your chest.
