#ଘ꒰ dealer!chris x innocent!reader ꒱

[sturn777]

dealer!chris and innocent!reader when sex starts with him fondling your nipples and sucking them until your writhing in pleasure then his lips trail down your body until he reaches your clothed pussy and no, he won't take it off just yet, instead, he'll kiss and lick you over your panties until you come. then, he'll slide it to side and make you come (again) all over his fingers and once you do, that's when he'll finally remove your soiled undies when she’s all overstimulated

dealer!chris x innocent!reader . | ( female!reader ) wc : ?? ( masterlist ) + ( request )

you’re not sure how it even started—one second, you’re sitting on his lap, laughing softly as he teases you about something stupid, and the next, his hands are under your shirt.

“you’re so sensitive,” he murmurs against your neck, his thumbs brushing over your nipples through your bra. “it’s cute.”

you gasp softly, clutching at his shoulders as his hands work expertly, unclasping your bra in one fluid motion. the fabric falls away, and before you can even think to cover yourself, his lips are on you.

“chris,” you whimper, your breath hitching as his mouth wraps around one of your nipples, his tongue flicking over the sensitive bud. his other hand cups your other breast, squeezing just enough to make you squirm in his lap.

“what is it, baby?” he asks, his voice muffled against your skin. he pulls back, his lips glistening, and looks up at you with that cocky grin that makes your stomach flip. “too much already?”

you shake your head, but your body betrays you, arching into his touch as he switches to your other breast, his teeth grazing your nipple just enough to make you gasp.

he hums in satisfaction, his free hand sliding down your waist, tracing the waistband of your panties. you barely register his touch before he’s kissing his way down your stomach, leaving a trail of heat in his wake.

“chris, wait—”

“shh,” he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss just above your belly button. “let me take care of you, sweetheart.”

you bite your lip, your head falling back as he settles between your legs, his hands gently parting your thighs. you’re already trembling, your chest heaving as he presses his lips against the damp fabric of your panties.

“look at you,” he murmurs, his voice low and teasing as he kisses you over the fabric. “you’re already soaked.”

you whimper, your hands clutching at the couch cushions as he drags his tongue along the length of your clothed pussy, the friction of the fabric sending sparks of pleasure through your body.

he doesn’t stop, his lips and tongue working you over the thin material until you’re writhing beneath him, your thighs trembling as you get closer and closer to the edge.

“chris, i—i can’t—”

“yes, you can,” he whispers, his voice dripping with confidence as he presses his tongue harder against you. “come for me, baby. i know you can.”

it’s too much, and not enough, all at once. the pressure builds until it finally snaps, and you cry out, your body shaking as you come against his mouth, the fabric of your panties soaked through.

he doesn’t give you a chance to catch your breath, though. with one swift movement, he hooks his finger under the fabric and slides your panties to the side, exposing your glistening folds.

“so fucking pretty,” he mutters, his voice almost reverent as he slides his finger through your slick.

you gasp as he presses one finger inside you, curling it just right as his thumb finds your clit, drawing slow, deliberate circles.

“chris, please—”

“please what?” he asks, his voice dripping with mock innocence as he adds another finger, stretching you in a way that has you seeing stars.

you can’t even answer, your mind too foggy with pleasure as he works you closer to the edge again.

“that’s it,” he whispers, his eyes locked on yours as you fall apart around his fingers, your second orgasm hitting you even harder than the first.

only then does he finally pull your panties down, the fabric sticking to your skin from how wet they are.

“there we go,” he murmurs, tossing the ruined fabric aside before pressing his lips against your thigh. “now we can really have some fun.”

and the look in his eyes tells you he’s just getting started.

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