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a fic where dealer!chris takes care of pd!reader when she being really needy and makes her feel good
COMBINING this request with the daddy kink fic cause i'm CRAZY
౨ৎ dealer!chris taking care of preachersdaughter!reader after a hard day.
⚠︎ daddy kink, dumbification, light condescension, humiliation if you squint
you were gone. completely fucked out.
chris was on top of you, pounding you into the mattress with a pressure you were unused to, two fingers shoved inside your mouth and the other hand gripping one of your bouncing tits. you were soaked, everywhere – your arousal dripping down your thighs, tears spilling down your cheeks and drool coating chris’s fingers. the sounds that were coming out of you would’ve been humiliating, had you had the capacity to even hear them.
it all started when you had arrived home with shaking hands and teary eyes. alarmed, chris pulled you into his lap, wiping your tears and coaxing you to open up about the awful day you had had at work. he held you tight as you rambled about a particularly rude customer and a misplaced order of books. once it was all out of your system, chris kissed your cheek gently and said, “you want me to make it all better?”
it was a selfless act, really. chris just wanted to fuck you so dumb that you’d forget everything that had been upsetting you. he knew a fuzzy brain was just what you needed right now.
now, he was pushing his fingers a little deeper into your mouth, pressing against your tongue as you whimpered. you gripped his wrist tightly and pulled his hand away from your mouth as you tried to form words.
“mmf— chris… i, i need—”
you cut yourself off with another needy moan, and chris laughed at you. “what is it, baby? can’t speak?”
you tried again, but your brain was too foggy for words now. you simply shook your head.
“then show me, angel. what is it?”
you slowly blinked open your eyes and grabbed his hand, guiding it down between your two bodies, pushing it down between your slick thighs. chris tutted in disappointment and shook his head, pulling his hand away.
“y’want my hand? can you say please?”
you let out a shaky whine. “pl—please, chris…”
he hummed as if in deep thought, his thrusts inside you starting to slow down. “i don’t know. i just feel like you don’t mean it. y’gotta reaally beg.”
you let out a choked sob and continued to plead for him. “chris, come on… please… i am begging…”
“yeah, just a little more. then i’ll know you really want it.”
you let out a frustrated whine. “ugh, daddy…”
chris stopped all movements, gazing down at you with wide eyes. it took your brain a couple seconds to catch up with your mouth, but once you realised what you had said, what you had called him, you gasped and covered your mouth with both hands.
chris let out a tiny, quiet huff. he stayed still for what felt like hours before he spoke again. “oh, i’m daddy now?”
your eyes filled with tears again and you shook your head. you were mortified. you didn’t know where it had come from, didn’t even know where you had heard it before. it just spilled out of your mouth like instinct.
chris pulled your hands away from your face, trying not to laugh at your horrified expression. “don't be embarrassed. it was cute.”
“it was… weird.”
“s’not weird at all. makes perfect sense, actually.” he smirked and started thrusting again, this time slow and deliberate. “cause i am your daddy, if you really think about it.”
you frowned and tried to squirm away. “no… i don't like it…”
“don’t like getting fucked by daddy?” chris pouted mockingly.
you whimpered and shook your head, your cheeks burning with shame. “it’s not right…”
chris smiled and stopped again. “huh. s’funny, cause, uh – your pussy’s grippin’ me tighter than usual.”
“chris!” you whined, partly out of embarrassment and partly out of desire for chris to keep going.
“nah, i get it. y’want more, yeah?”
you nodded in relief. finally, he was getting somewhere.
“uh huh. can you ask daddy nicely?”
you let out an exasperated sigh. he clearly wasn’t gonna let up on this any time soon, and you knew you had to do something if you wanted him to keep fucking you.
“if i do, will you promise never to bring this up again?”
he smirked. “sure. whatever you want, princess. just tell me what i wanna hear.”
“daddy… please – please fuck me…” you whispered, suddenly feeling a wave of self-consciousness overcome you.
“fuuck, that’s it.” chris groaned and picked up the pace again, reaching down to rub at your aching clit, finally giving you the pressure you were craving. he would never say it to you, but the humiliated, ashamed look on your face only sent more blood rushing to his cock.
your jaw fell open as his cock hit that special spot inside you, and suddenly all feelings of embarrassment dissipated as you slipped back into that fuzzy, warm state. you could hear chris laughing softly at you, but you felt too good to care.
“that’s it, angel. takin' daddy's cock so good, fuck.”
you whined and reached for him, craving closeness now more than ever. when chris felt your arms tugging at his shoulders, he immediately complied and laid down on top of you, wrapping his arms around your body to hold you close.
you sighed softly and melted further into the mattress. all of a sudden, calling chris daddy didn't seem like an issue at all. you pressed a sweet kiss to his neck before whispering,
“can i have more please, daddy?”
chris's breath hitched and his movements faltered. he was content to never hear the word leave your mouth again. if anything, he thought you’d be mad at him for pushing you to repeat it. he certainly hasn't been expecting you to say it again all by yourself, and the surprise had him reacting in a way you had never seen from him before.
his whole body was trembling above you, and you could hear faint whimpers spilling from his lips.
“are you okay, daddy?” you tried to sound as oblivious as you could, but you knew the effect you had on him now, and you weren't going to let him off easy.
“fuck, baby – y’gotta stop that… can't–” he whined.
“but i thought you wanted to be my daddy?” you pouted and looked up at him with wide, teary eyes. you could feel his cock twitching inside you at that, and he let out a strained gasp.
“gonna make me – mmh, embarrass myself, baby. playin’ dirty.”
“i don't understand,” you whined, starting to really enjoy playing with him like this.
chris exhaled roughly through his nostrils, starting to pick up on your teasing. he picked up the pace, his hips snapping into yours with rougher thrusts.
“y’know exactly what you're doin', huh? can't fuckin’ believe you.”
but his frustration immediately melted away at the sound of your little whimpers and moans filling his ears. god, he really was weak for you.
“feels so good…” you sighed softly and hugged him closer.
“yeah? gonna cum for me, baby?”
“mm…” you hesitated, hiding your face in his shoulder.
“what is it, doll?”
“can i have a kiss first?”
“oh, jesus–” chris’s hips jolted erratically. he really struggled to handle himself when you made such sweet requests. “that’s what you need, baby? a kiss from daddy to make it alll better?”
he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours, the soft warmth of his mouth acting as a welcome contrast to the force with which his cock was slamming into you. your moans mingled with his as you came, your nails digging into the flesh of his back, leaving marks which would make you gasp later when you finally regained control of your thoughts.
chris let you ride out your high before pulling out and releasing across your stomach, only adding to how soaked your skin already was.
he stayed like that for a minute, kneeling above you and taking in the sight of your messy, fucked-out state. beautiful.
“so, what’s it gonna take for you to start calling me daddy full-time?” he murmured with a grin.
“shut up, chris…” you mumbled, turning your face to hide your smile in the pillow.
for a person who reads an insane amount of smut, you wouldn't believe me if i said i'm the most insanely-yearning-yearner-human you'll ever come across.
