#ଘ꒰ dealer!reader ꒱

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fratboy!chris, who loves leaning against walls at parties, one leg bent, beer in hand, smirking like he owns the place. half the time, he’s not even listening to the conversations around him—he’s scanning the room for you.

dealer!reader, who walks into every party like it’s a business meeting. you don’t waste time mingling; you’ve got your regulars, your routes, and your no-nonsense attitude that has everyone respecting your hustle.

fratboy!chris, who purposely makes his voice louder when you’re nearby, cracking dumb jokes and throwing out cocky one-liners just to see if you’ll roll your eyes or, better yet, crack a smile.

dealer!reader, who can spot someone trying to flirt with you a mile away and shuts it down immediately. “cute, but unless you’re buying, keep it moving.”

fratboy!chris, who gets defensive when you tell him you’re seeing other clients. “what, i’m not good enough business for you, ma?” he says, but there’s a teasing edge to his words that hides a flicker of something real.

dealer!reader, who makes him wait just a little longer than necessary when he’s buying from you, watching him squirm like the impatient brat he is before finally handing over the goods.

fratboy!chris, who takes every opportunity to remind you how “cool” he is, always dropping casual mentions of his hookups, parties, or “crazy stories” from the weekend—half of which you know are exaggerated.

dealer!reader, who sees through all of his frat boy bravado and calls him out on it, unbothered and unimpressed. “yeah, sure, chris. you’re the life of the party,” you deadpan, but deep down, you secretly like his antics.

fratboy!chris, who swears up and down that he doesn’t get jealous, but the way his jaw clenches when another guy so much as looks at you says otherwise.

dealer!reader, who notices his little jealous ticks and uses them to your advantage, just to see how far you can push him before he breaks.

fratboy!chris, who always “accidentally” forgets his hoodie at your place after a hookup. when you call him out, he just shrugs and says, “guess i’ll have to come back for it,” like it wasn’t his plan all along.

dealer!reader, who doesn’t even flinch when someone tries to lowball you at a party. you just give them a sharp look and say, “this ain’t a charity. pay up or get out.”

fratboy!chris, who always leans in way too close when he’s talking to you, his voice low and cocky, like he’s trying to see if he can fluster you. but you never do, and it only makes him more determined.

dealer!reader, who pretends not to notice the way his fingers linger, but your heart skips a beat every time he does it. still, you keep your cool because letting him know would only inflate his ego.

fratboy!chris, who acts all laid-back and detached, but he’s secretly waiting for your text after every party, even if it’s just to say you got home safe.

dealer!reader, who doesn’t text him first but always replies when he does, keeping your messages short and to the point. but when he sends something stupid like, “you miss me yet?” you can’t help but laugh.

fratboy!chris, who gets weirdly protective of you when someone steps out of line, like the time a drunk guy got too handsy, and chris was immediately in his face, saying, “yo, back the fuck off.”

dealer!reader, who pretends you didn’t notice how he stood up for you, but later that night, when it’s just the two of you, you softly say, “thanks,” and he smirks like it’s no big deal.

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I feel like Sirius, as a barista, would get all nervous around you. 

One time a girl tried to flirt with him while you were there, and he shut down and became all robotic.

He was all like, "Sorry, ma'am, I don't give my number out."

James had to save him. Remus was trying not to laugh.

Sirius knows your order by heart. He would always mumble it around the flat while doing chores—hell, he made a little jingle out of it; this annoyed the shit out of James and Remus.

One day you called him handsome, and he was surprised he didn't combust on the spot. Of course, Remus had to tease him: "Pads, I'm surprised you didn't bust one." 

James laughed, "He was close to it."

Sirius couldn't even be bothered to get upset at his friends because he was too busy smiling like the lovesick fool he was.

You would leave him little notes on the napkins with cheesy pickup lines.

Things like:

Are you an exotic pet dealer? Because you give me butterflies.

One day, he was out sick, and you wrote that you were "Siriusly disappointed" in him.

You would also draw little doodles on them.

He kept them all.

You asked him out on a napkin—he keeps that one framed in his bedroom.

More dialogue under the cut

You peered into the cafe, excited to see the head of raven hair. He was here again.

Over the weeks you attended the small café that resided on your campus, you got to know the employees—well, more like you had gotten to know one employee and exchanged pleasantries with the other two. 

His eyes were grey like clouds. A comforting storm that lured you in until you were too deep to consider leaving. His laugh was soothing, like the roar of thunder, and his wit was lighting fast. His name was Srius Black—an intriguing name for an intriguing man.

He looked sharp and cold but blushed when you talked to him and smiled when you walked in.

"Oh la la," James sang as you walked through the door.

"Someone's crushy-wushy has arrived," Remus taunted.

Sirius quickly patted his apron down and combed through his hair with his hands.

"Oh, look at him!" James put a hand over his heart, "So spiffy."

Remus wrapped an arm around James's shoulders, "Our boy is growing up," He pretended to wipe tears.

"Guys..." Sirius grumbled as you walked up.

You left him a note on your napkin when you left; he hurried to grab it.

Sirius

I would love it if we could go on a date

Love, y/n

The next day, he gives you your drink with the same napkin, but he's written:

Of course, love

I get off at 5

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How would fb!chris react to dealer!reader mentioning another guy casually??

dealer!reader mentions another guy to fb!chris . | ( female!reader ) wc ?? ( masterlist ) + ( request )

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you’re sprawled out on chris’ bed, your phone in one hand, the other resting lazily on your stomach. the glow from your screen is the only light aside from the warm lamp on his desk. he’s sitting at the edge of the bed, hoodie loose, blunt dangling between his fingers. the window’s cracked open, letting the cool night air mix with the thick haze of smoke. it’s quiet except for the occasional sound of chris inhaling, the low hum of a song playing on his speaker in the corner.

“so,” you start, eyes still glued to your screen, voice laced with something casual but calculated. “you know austin?” chris doesn’t look at you right away. he exhales a slow stream of smoke, head tilted back slightly, his posture as relaxed as ever. “nah,” he says after a beat. “who’s that?”

“just this guy,” you say, biting back a grin. “met him at a party last week. he’s kinda cute. funny, too.” his head turns slightly, just enough for you to catch the flicker of irritation in his eyes before he looks away again. “cute, huh?”

“yeah,” you say, rolling onto your side to face him, your phone abandoned on the mattress. “he asked me to hang out sometime. i might.” chris snorts, flicking ash into the tray beside him. his tone is casual, but there’s an edge to it. “yeah, sure. sounds like a real good time. bet he’s one of those nice guys, huh? the ones that’ll buy you flowers and all that corny shit.”

you raise an eyebrow, your lips curling into a smirk. “what’s your problem?” you tease, leaning up on your elbow. “you mad or something?”

“mad? nah,” he says, but the sharp way he takes another hit of the blunt says otherwise. “just funny. you don’t strike me as the flowers and hand-holding type.”

“oh yeah?” you challenge, your voice a little softer, more dangerous now. “and what type am i?” he turns to you fully then, his eyes dragging over you in a way that makes your skin heat. he’s taking his time, letting the silence stretch before he answers.

“you’re the type that likes it messy,” he says finally, his voice low and gravelly. “you like the fights, the drama, the shit that keeps you on your toes.” your breath catches, but you won’t let him see that. instead, you lean back again, smirking. “so, what? you think you’re the only one who can handle me?”

he doesn’t answer right away. instead, he stubs out the blunt, his movements slow and deliberate, like he knows exactly what he’s doing. when he looks back at you, his eyes are darker, heavier. “nah,” he says, leaning in closer, his voice dropping. “i don’t think. i know.”

before you can respond, his hand is on the back of your neck, pulling you into a kiss that’s anything but gentle. it’s all teeth and tongue, and it knocks the air out of your lungs. your phone tumbles off the bed as you grab at his hoodie, pulling him closer, like that’s even possible.

“you’re such a dick,” you mutter against his mouth, your words barely audible.

“yeah?” he murmurs back, his lips trailing down your neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there. his hands are already under your shirt, his palms rough and warm as they slide up your sides.

you don’t argue. instead, you tug at his hoodie, frustrated with how much space it’s putting between you. he helps you pull it off, tossing it somewhere onto the floor before pressing his weight against you, his mouth finding yours again.

his hands roam, and it’s not long before your shirt joins the pile of clothes on the floor. his lips are everywhere—your neck, your collarbone, the soft curve of your shoulder. every kiss, every bite, feels like a claim, like he’s reminding you exactly who you belong to, even if neither of you would dare say it out loud.

“austin, huh?” he mutters against your skin, his voice thick with amusement now, but there’s still that edge of irritation underneath. you laugh breathlessly, threading your fingers through his hair and pulling, just enough to make him groan. “forget austin,” you say, your voice barely more than a whisper.

“yeah,” he mutters, his lips brushing against yours. “that’s what i thought.” and then there’s no more talking, just the sound of breathing and the rustle of sheets as he shows you exactly why no one even comes close to him.

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꒰ part one ꒱

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꒰ა " you don't know what's in store, but you know what you're here for . " ໒꒱

yet another frat party, maybe it was the fourth one this week— you'd lost count. the party’s winding down, the music still loud but slower now, basslines dragging like the night itself is drunk. you’re leaning against the railing of the back porch, sipping a water bottle someone shoved into your hand earlier. the air is crisp, a welcome break from the suffocating heat inside, but you’re on edge, glancing at your phone every few minutes. your buyer is late, and you don’t hang around frat parties for longer than you need to.

“yo, you always this hard to find, or is it just me?”

his voice cuts through the chatter behind you, smooth and cocky like he owns the moment. you glance over your shoulder, already knowing who it is. chris stands in the doorway, sporting a black t-shirt that clings in all the right places. his hair’s messier now, the backwards cap gone, and his smirk is even sharper than before.

“didn’t realize you were looking,” you say, turning back to the railing, feigning indifference. he steps closer, the crunch of gravel under his sneakers giving him away. “yeah, well. figured we had unfinished business.”

you scoff, tossing him a sidelong glance. “i’m not here to hold your hand through your existential crisis.” he huffs a laugh, low and lazy, leaning against the railing beside you. bloodshot, glossy eyes glaring your way. his arm brushes yours, but you don’t move, don’t even flinch. “nah, i’m good on that. just thought you might wanna stick around for a bit.”

you raise an eyebrow, crossing your arms over your chest. “and why would i do that?” he shrugs, taking a slow sip from his beer. “dunno. maybe you like the company. maybe you don’t get this kinda vibe where you’re from.”

you laugh, a short, sharp sound. “what vibe? sweaty frat bros and watered-down beer? yeah, i’m good, thanks.” his grin widens, and for a moment, it feels like he’s studying you, trying to figure out what makes you tick. “nah. i mean the vibe of someone who doesn’t give a fuck about any of this.” he says that last part, hands gesturing behind him, towards the frat.

that catches you off guard, just for a second, but you mask it quickly, tilting your head at him. “and what makes you think i care about your opinion?” he leans in, his voice dropping just enough to make your pulse jump. “don’t have to care. just think it’s interesting, s’all.”

you shake your head, pushing youeself off the railing. “interesting doesn’t pay my bills.” you’re halfway to the door when his voice stops you. “hey, hold up.” you glance back, exhaling through your nose. “what now?”

he’s standing there, hands in his pockets, looking almost... unsure. the smirk’s still there, but there’s something else beneath it. something curious. “you never told me your name.” you stare at him, the words sitting heavy between you, and for the first time tonight, you feel like he’s being genuine. not a player—just a guy trying to figure you out.

“why do you care?”

he shrugs, stepping closer, his movements slow and deliberate. “dunno. maybe i like a little mystery. but i got a feelin’ you’re gonna be around for a while.” “confident, aren’t you?” you quip, but there’s no bite in it, not this time.

his grin softens, just a little, and he nods toward the house. “stick around. one drink. if it sucks, you can leave.”

you hesitate, the rational part of your brain screaming at you to leave, but something about him—about this whole thing—makes you pause. you sigh, crossing your arms. “one drink. and if you try anything, i’m gone.” he chuckles, raising his hands in mock surrender. “scout’s honor, ma.”

and just like that, you let him lead you back inside, the music thumping louder with every step, the tension between you thick enough to cut with a knife. but as much as you tell yourself you’re just playing along, you can’t ignore the way his eyes flicker back to you, like he’s making sure you’re still there.

and for now, you are.

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fb!chris meeting dealer!reader for the first time . | ( female!reader ) wc 0.7k ( masterlist ) + ( request )

꒰ა " you got me high, you got me high, and i ain't coming down . " ໒꒱

the bass thumps so loud you can feel it in your chest, rattling your ribcage like a warning. the frat house reeks of stale beer, weed, and cheap cologne, the air thick with sweat and bad decisions. you weave through the crowd, the thin material of your top brushing against sticky red solo cups and the occasional wandering hand. you don’t stop, don’t even look back, just give them a sharp elbow or a glare over your shoulder. they get the message — you’re here on business, not pleasure.

chris notices you the second you walk in.

he’s leaned up against the kitchen counter, beer bottle dangling from his fingers, looking like sin in a backwards cap and a hoodie. he’s laughing at something nate said, the sound low and careless, like he owns the world and everything in it. and maybe he does. at least, this world—the frat house, the party, the girls who keep brushing against him, pretending it’s an accident.

but then his eyes land on you, and the smirk slips just a little.

you don’t notice him at first. or maybe you do, but you don’t care. you’re too busy scanning the room, looking for your buyer, the weight of the little baggies in your pocket pressing against your thigh. it’s not until you hear his voice, lazy and dripping with confidence, that you turn around.

"yo, yeah— you. y'gonna sell me sum stuff or nah?"

he’s closer now, standing right in front of you, and you have to tilt your chin up slightly to meet his gaze. his usually icy blue eyes are dark, hooded, like he’s already bored with whatever game he’s about to start.

you raise an eyebrow, crossing your arms over your chest. “depends. you got cash, or are you just here to waste my time?”

his smirk returns, sharper now, like he wasn’t expecting you to bite back. most girls don’t. “damn. y’got some bite, huh?” he steps closer, crowding into your space, testing the waters. you don’t move, don’t flinch, just hold his gaze with a steady calm that throws him off. “i don’t bite unless i’m paid extra.”

he huffs a laugh, low and rough, taking a slow sip of his beer while his eyes rake over you. “yeah, a'ight. let’s see what you got.”

you don’t break eye contact as you pull a small baggie out of your jacket pocket, holding it up between two manicured fingers. the overhead light catches on the powder, making it shimmer like something expensive.

he leans in, close enough that you can smell the beer and weed on his breath, the faint trace of something minty. “this the good shit, or you tryna scam me?” you tilt your head, a challenge sparking in your eyes. “best around. can y'handle it?”

his jaw tightens, just for a second, before the smirk’s back in full force. “y'cold, ain't ya?" he mutters, shaking his head like he’s impressed. you shrug, slipping the baggie back into your pocket.

for a moment, he just stares at you, something unreadable flickering in his eyes. then he steps back, pulling his wallet out of his back pocket. “how much?”

you name your price, and he doesn’t even blink, just tosses a couple of bills onto the counter like it’s nothing. you hand over the baggie, your fingers brushing for half a second before you pull away. “pleasure doin’ business,” you say, already turning to leave.

but his voice stops you, cutting through the haze of music and voices like a blade. “what’s your name?” he calls out. you glance over your shoulder, one eyebrow raised. “why? planning on writing me a love letter?”

he laughs, the sound warmer than it should be, and for a second, you almost believe it’s real. “nah. just wanna know who i’m gonna be thinkin’ 'bout later.” you roll your eyes, shaking your head as you walk away. but you don’t miss the way his gaze lingers, following you through the crowd like a promise.

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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

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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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