dealer!chris x innocent!reader.
—save a cowboy, ride a man.
warnings for this story: mention of drug dealing, smut, unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it!), fingering, dirty talk, riding, pet names(baby, ma, etc), pure filth.
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authors note: i haven’t wrote for so so long but hello again guys, hope you enjoy the story. <3 and also if you have any fic requests or if you want to ask me anything don’t be afraid to hop into my inbox, anon or not:)
Chris feels like he’s going insane. Never in his life have his thoughts been consumed this much by someone, especially not by an innocent girl at that.
Chris doesn’t typically do sweet girls, doesn’t find himself drawn to the all too people pleasing demeanours they present but you’re different — there’s just something about you which he simply can’t stay away from, can’t find himself wanting to steer from your alluring persona.
Quite frankly, the way you originally met doesn’t even make sense to him, at a party which he was sure he could bet his entire life you were dragged to.
What confuses him even more though, is the fact that you chose to befriend. You’re polar opposites yet you seem to get along as though you share all the common casualties in the world. It’s honestly both amusing as well curious.
Still he finds himself drawn to you regardless of the questions circling his mind and when he finds himself in your neighbourhood dealing, he’d be a fool to pass up the opportunity to see you.
“Was passing by doing some deals and i couldn’t not visit,” he says once you open your front door.
A surprised look flickering in your eyes as you register the sight of him before a soft smile breaks on your face, allowing him into your humble abode.
"You got anything to drink? M’gnna die from thirst." his voice carries a smooth, almost joking tone.
As he sits down comfortably on your couch, getting as comfortable as if he lived there. His eyes scan your place casually, taking in details, noting how clean and neat it is.
“Yeah, i’ll grab you a water.”
He watches you walk to the kitchen, his gaze lingering on your back. He can't help but feel a sense of familiarity and comfort in your home, even though he's never been here before.
When you return with a glass of water, he takes it from your hand, his fingers brushing against yours briefly.
“Thanks.”
As he drinks the water, he can't help but notice how your house smells - like vanilla and something uniquely you.
He sets the glass down and stands up, walking over to where you are standing in the kitchen. Without thinking, he reaches out and gently pulls a strand of hair behind your ear.
His hand lingers by your face for a moment, his thumb lightly caressing your cheek. He looks into your eyes, seeing the surprise and slight blush that appears on your face. He smirks slightly,
"You look really pretty today," he says, his voice low and gentle.
You blush slightly deeper at his compliment, caught off guard by how genuine it sounds coming from someone known for their tough exterior.
"Don't say things like that, Chris," you teasingly scold, but your eyes betray your amusement. "You'll make me think you actually have some manners."
He chuckles, his hand falling from your face as he steps back, amused by your response.
"Shut up, you know I got manners when I want," he retorts playfully, moving back to the couch.
He sits down but his eyes remain locked on you as you stand in the kitchen.
"Mhm, 'when you want'. That's real romantic," you joke, leaning against the counter with a small smile playing on your lips.
"Though honestly, I think you've shown more manners today than you usually do around your... 'business associates'.'" you give him a knowing look.
He laughs heartily at your comment, shaking his head slightly as he watches you. "Well, I'm not around my associates right now," he says, his voice dropping slightly lower. He pats the couch cushion beside him invitingly, gesturing for you join him.
"Come here," he says softly.
"You want me to just sit next to you like some obedient puppy?" you teasingly reply, but your feet slowly carry you towards the couch anyway.
You deliberately take your time, making him wait. "Though I gotta say," you say, leaning against the arm of the couch rather than right beside him
"You're being really annoying right now," he comments, his lips curling up slightly in a smirk as he watches you lean against the arm of the couch. But instead of being irritated, he finds himself enjoying the playful banter between you two. "Come sit next to me like a normal person."
You sigh dramatically, rolling your eyes at his demand. "Fine, fine," you say, caving and sitting down next to him on the couch. But you make sure to leave a small distance between you two, not wanting to get too close just yet. "Happy now?" you ask, looking at him with a small smile.
As you sit there, the distance between you two starts to feel a bit too much for Chris. Without thinking, he reaches out and gently pulls you closer, closing the gap between you two.
His arm wraps loosely around your waist, pulling you close enough that your shoulders are almost touching. A slight smirk plays on his lips as he catches your surprised expression "Nope. Not that happy," he says, his voice Purposefully casual "You're way too far away over there."
"So?" you respond, trying to sound nonchalant but feeling a slight flutter in your chest at his proximity. “I'm comfortable here."
You try to maintain a small distance between you two, your hands folded in your lap as you keep your gaze fixed on the TV screen.
His smirk widens slightly, clearly amused by your attempts to keep some distance between you. Without warning, he suddenly shifts, turning his body towards you and lifting his other arm to rest on the back of the couch, effectively caging you in with his arms. "Comfortable, huh?"
Your heart beats a little faster, and you try to play it cool. "Very."
You maintain eye contact, trying not to show how his presence is affecting you. "Shouldn't you be watching the game?" asking casually, despite being fully aware of how close he is.
He chuckles lowly, the sound vibrating slightly against you since he's so close. His arms remain firmly placed, one around your waist and the other behind you on the couch. "Nah, the game can wait."
His gaze drops briefly to your lips before meeting your eyes again.
You feel your breath hitch slightly as he looks at your lips. You try to keep your composure but can feel your cheeks starting to flush. "Oh yeah? What can't wait then?" you ask playfully, trying not let him see how much he affects you.
He leans in a little closer, his face now only inches away from yours. His voice drops to a low, husky tone. "This." Before you can respond, he closes the gap between you and presses his lips against yours in a soft, gentle kiss.
The kiss catches you off guard, but you find yourself melting into it almost immediately. His lips move against yours with surprising gentleness, coaxing a soft sigh from you as you part your lips slightly. He deepens the kiss briefly before pulling back, his forehead resting against yours. “Much better."
"You..." your voice comes out slightly breathless as you touch your fingers to your lips "You cheated." you try to say it with mock indignation, but your voice is too soft to be truly annoyed. “Shouldn't have kissed me when I wasn't expecting it."
He smiles against your lips before kissing you again, this time more confidently. “I'm a dealer," he murmurs between kisses, “I always cheat when I can." His hand moves from your waist to cup your cheek gently.
You laugh softly into the kiss, your hands coming up to rest on his chest. As the kiss breaks this time, you're both smiling. "Asshole," you whisper affectionately.
He chuckles lowly, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip. “Language." He teases lightly.
He grins, his arms tightening around you as he pulls you closer. “Shut up and kiss me again." His tone is playful but commanding, all traces of the smooth dealer gone as he acts on instinct.
He kisses you deeply, passionately, his hands roaming over your body as he presses you back against the couch. His lips trail down your neck, sucking and biting gently as his hands unbutton your shirt slowly. He breaks the kiss to whisper, "I'm going to fuck you right here on this couch."
Heat grows inbetween your legs just by his words. How does he have this effect on you by 10 words? “Oh really Christopher?”
"Mmm...” He smirks against your skin as your reply encourages him. "Dirty mouth..." His hands push your shirt open roughly while he captures your mouth again with a dominating kiss. He lifts you suddenly so that you're straddling him on the couch.
"Fuck, you're wet." He groans against your mouth as his fingers find your soaking wet pussy through your underwear. “You're already dripping for me." He bites lower your lip hard and pulls your lacy underwear to the side, sliding two of his thick, long fingers inside you. “Look at that..."
Your breath increases, his fingers curling to hit your g-spot. Perfectly every single time. You squirm around him. “O-ooh chris—“
"So tight and wet..." He pumps his fingers in and out of you slowly, watching as your juices coat his hand. “I bet you'd feel incredible around my cock." He leans in to whisper in your ear, "Why don't you show me how well you can ride a man?"
Chris quickly pulls down his grey sweats, followed by his boxers and lets them both pool by his ankles. You’re now hovering over his length, precum making the tip shiny.
He watches as you slowly lower yourself onto his thick, hard cock. He groans loudly at the feeling of your tight pussy enveloping him. "F-fuck yeees... just like that, jus’- mmm..." He grabs your hips and starts to thrust up into you as you ride him on the couch. Your jaw falls slack, not even needing to move as the intensity of chris’ thrusts makes your body jolt every time.
"Damn ma.." He mutters as you bounce on his dick, your breasts jumping with each movement. "Where did you learn to move like that?" He slaps your ass hard making you moan and ride him harder. "You're like a damn porn star..." He growls.
The familiar knot builds up in your stomach, your movements going slower. Your chest rising and falling rapidly, you never knew this is how today would have went. “mmmph- chris- m’gnna-“ his name falls from your mouth like a string of prayers.
His eyes flash with intensity as he feels you start to lose control and your pace slows. "Shit, you're gonna cum already? Fuck, that's hot." He pulls you down harder onto his cock, hitting that spot deep inside you as he reaches up to pinch and twist your hardened nipples.
"Come on my cock, baby. I want to feel that tight pussy squeeze me as you cum." He thrusts up into you with all his strength, his knot beginning to swell inside you. The sensation is overwhelming and you can't hold back any longer. You scream his name as you cum hard, milking his cock.
He watches your face as you cum, your eyes rolling back and your mouth open in a silent scream. He pulls you down hard onto his cock one last time and holds you there as he starts to knot inside you. "Fuck... fuck..."
His knot swells inside you, locking you together as he releases his hot seed deep inside your pussy. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you down for a rough kiss, his hips still jerking slightly as he fills you up. “Goddamn... that was good...why haven’t we done that before?”
He keeps you flush to his chest for what feels like hours, his hands roaming your body possessively as you both come down from your highs. Eventually, his knot starts to shrink enough for him to pull out slowly. "Fucking hell..." He lies back panting, “Come here..."
You slowly come down from your high, still panting and sweating. You can’t even comprehend his words. Your fucked out of your mind.
He pulls you down onto his chest, wrapping his arms around you tightly as he kisses the top of your head. "You're a mess... look at you... all fucked out and full of my cum." He laughs softly,
"And I think I'm in love with your pussy already."
authors note: i enjoyed writing this sm 😭 i started it ages ago and decided to finish it, enjoy sturntumblr!!!!
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