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mattstunsgf · 7 months ago
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texts with flirty bff!matt
and flirty bff! reader 😁
sliiiightly toxic very shittily based on the request above
suggestive!
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sturnlsstuff · 2 months ago
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MISSED YOU | chris sturniolo
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| ".... god, i hate that i missed you so much"
pairing: dealer!chris x fem!reader
summary: your dealer has been out of town for almost two weeks and after he's finally back, he texts you needing to see you.
warnings; smut, dom!chris, sub!reader, p in v, pet names, praising, unprotected sex, dirty talking, hair pulling, rough sex, car sex, crying, public¿ sex, cursing, mdni
a/n: literally my first fanfic after a looong time so please bear with me, if its bad... you know why. english isnt my first language so sorry for any mistakes! also its a little long 😭 part two here !!
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she laughed at some joke her friend made and took another bite of her pizza. it was late friday afternoon, she and her bestfriends were hanging out, since there was nothing else to do. everything was great, until her phone buzzed. she looks at her screen, immediately smiling when she sees his name. she wasn't even aware that her lips had curved into a smile.
her friends were too busy with their own conversation, so she uses her moment and grabs her phone, reading the message from chris. she hasn't heard from him in over two weeks, she had no clue what he was doing, or where he was. she also didn't want to ask, hating the feeling of being too desperate. and it's not like he owns her any explanation either.
chris: u busy?
she bites her lip, fighting the urge to smile again as she replies back.
y/n: hi to you too
y/n: yeah im out with friends, whats up
chris: having fun?
chris: when u gonna be home ma?
y/n: like in an hour or so
chris: can u hurry up? c'mon kid i miss ya
y/n: you do???
she can't help but genuinely grins this time, her eyes widen a little. did he miss her? or was he just saying that to make her give in? he always knew how to talk to her, to make her going feral over him. but she wanted to believe he means it this time.
chris: hell yeah i do
chris: get ur ass out here
she looks at her friends, that were still yapping about something, that she couldn't care less about right now. she needed to see him. he never said he missed her before.
y/n: then come pick me up, im sending u the address
chris: omw gorgeous
chris is already in his car, when she sends him the address. not being able to see her for over two weeks, made him think. A lot. he has been her drug dealer for over a year now, there was tension between them since the beginning, so it didnt take them long to finally fuck at some party a few months ago. and since then, it's happening every now and then, usually they meet to smoke together, then they end up all over each other.
after a few minutes, he parks the car in front of the pizzeria, finally seeing her. she made a stupid excuse for her friends to leave, not being able to hide her excitement, so they just could assume what was going on.
chris gets out of the car, looking her up and down, licking his lips as she was only wearing a black crop top and baggy camo pants. he personally loved those, especially on her.
he opens the door for her, a smirk playing on his lips. "get in."
she tried her hardest to act casual, but just seeing him after a while, in all black outfit, was enough to make her dizzy. and she could swear he got a haircut. his hair was so much shorter, and she loved it.
she smiles, keeping the eye contact while getting inside the car. he closes the door, his eyes roaming all over her body as she walked towards him. he snaps back to reality, getting to the other side and climbing back into the drivers seat. he was feeling so many things that he couldn't express.
"missed me so bad, you couldn't wait an hour, huh?" she speaks up, putting on the seatbelt and looking over at him, while he starts the car.
she notices the way he looks her up and down, his eyes stopping at her exposed skin a little too long.
"i've missed my favorite customer." he smirks, going back to the eye contact.
"yeah, your favorite customer... right." she says sarcastically, trying her hardest to keep her cool and not to blush under his stare.
he grins before replying, focused on keeping his hands on the wheel instead of her body. it was getting harder with every second. "yeah, the one i always gotta give free stuff to."
"oh, dont act like i force you to do this..." she scoffs, still looking at him. "you know i always want to pay you."
"i know y'do... doesn't mean i will stop givin' it to you for free though."
"see, and that's crazy."
chris rolls his eyes, loving and hating at the same time, how she always had to talk back to him. he's driving, planning to go to her house, but the way she's looking right now, and especially her attitude, is making him crazy. he feels his dick getting harder with every second.
"whatever, ma. i know you secretly like it."
"yeah, sure." she mumbles with sarcastic tone, her eyes still watching him. seeing him driving was one of her favorite things in the world, he always looked so good. she appreciates, that he gives her stuff for free or cuts down her prices, but dealing was his job, he was making money out of it, so she always felt bad when he didnt want her cash. "what made you busy for so long? thought the cops caught or some shit"
chris bites his lip, his eyes glancing over to her for a second, before focusing back on the road. he never felt so desperate like right now, just having her in his car like that...
once he hears her question, he snaps back to reality and smiles. "the cops? please, sweetheart, they can suck my dick."
chris changes his direction, spotting an empty parking lot and he drives there. "i was out of town, had to deal with some business... nothin' to worry about now." he explains, parking and turning off his car, and his stare travels to her, scanning her face and body. "you're so curious...."
she nods, now understanding why he wasn't texting her these past two weeks, she was a bit ashamed 'cause she honestly thought maybe he got bored of her, so she didn't text him either. she still got some weed until yesterday, so she also had no reason to.
"why would you stop here?" she asks, looking at him with a little frown, but once she sees his smirk, the realization hits her. the excitement filling her body, the tension between them so noticeable, it makes her shiver.
he stares at her for a moment, adjusting his pants and then suddenly he unbuckles his seatbelt, sitting back in his seat so there was more space now.
"c'mere."
her eyes travels down on his lap, seeing the noticeable big bulge even through his jeans. she blushes slightly, looking back at him, the smirk still playing on his lips and it makes her weak in her knees.
"chris..." he cuts her off by reaching over and grabbing her chin, tilting her face closer to his.
"y'gonna do what i said, or keep talking back?"
she immediately unbuckles her seatbelt, moving over the center console and she gets into his lap, straddling him. she wasn't gonna act like she didn't miss him too, because, goddamn, she did. she presses herself onto his hard dick, watching him closely, and seeing how desperate and frustrated he was right now. It made her feel a little bit of a power, that she decided to take advantage of.
"now, was that so hard, ma?" he smirks even more, trying to hide his growing need for her, but his hands moves to grip onto her thighs. he felt the urge to touch her all over.
"you know, fifteen more minutes and we would be at my place-"
"you really think, i would wait fifteen fucking minutes, when i havent seen you for two weeks, and you look like that?" he loves the way she looks at him, with such admiration. she was so pretty in his eyes, he never felt this type of desperation for anyone ever before.
"and who's fault is that?" his hands grips her tighter and puts her closer in on his lap, making a little bit of friction, that he so desperately needs. his fingers digging into her skin, while he stares into her eyes.
"shut up for once, yeah?"
"make me." she smirks, challenging him. he doesn't have to hear it twice, loving the attitude she's giving him right now. his hand moves up from her thigh to the back of her neck, pulling her face closer and he kisses her roughly, grabbing her ass with his other hand as he does.
she smiles against his lips, immediately kissing him back with the same intensity, and she grinds down against his clothed dick, feeling her own need growing with every second. she missed the way he kissed her, she missed his lips, his hands all over her, his body against hers. she missed him and she hated to admit that.
she slides her tongue into his mouth, he bites her lip in response and lets her lead the kiss. moving up his hips to feel her more and not being able to hold back, he groans against her lips. he never felt so needy before. he pulls away for a moment to speak, and starts trailing kisses down her neck, squeezing her ass, before his hand moves up, caressing the skin on her exposed stomach.
"god, i hate that i missed you so much."
it slips from his mouth, he doesn't think much about it as he sucks on her skin, but for her it meant everything. she tilts back her head, giving him more space and she grinds against his lap some more, running her hand through his brown hair. he lets out a growl as she grinds down on him, making him even harder and he bucks his hips up again. lifting up his head from her neck his stare finds hers, the noticeable lust in his eyes made her bite her lip to hold back a moan. the smirk coming back to his face once he notices her flushed cheeks.
"what 'bout you, huh, ma? missed me too?"
she closes her eyes, their face so close to each other, it makes their lips brush when she replies him back.
"yeah... i did"
he grins, his hands playing with the waistband of her pants. that's all he needed to know, that she missed him as much as he missed her. even though they both were aware, they should'nt.
"how much, hm?" he unzips her pants, she lifts herself up, gripping his shoulders to balance herself and helps him take them off. then she straddles him again, trying to hold back her smile, but not being able to.
"want me to show you?"
he groans after her words, feeling her wet panties pressing against his hard dick and he bucks up his hips again, being so desperate, that he was ready to beg her. he starts marking her neck again, his hand traveling between her legs, massaging her clit through her underwear. her breath hitches in her throat, she lets out a little whine and grips his hair slightly.
"so wet already... shiiiitttt... all this f'me, huh?" he says against her skin, bitting on it slightly and making her moan. he adds more pressure, circling over her clit. "lift this shit up."
his tone demanding, he wasn't asking. she lifts up her top, revealing her breasts. he looks at her now, his eyes going back and forth between her tits, and her face. "fuck... not wearing a bra? fuckin' slut..."
he licks her hard nipple, then starting sucking on it. her hand tightens in his hair, tilting her head back and she lets out more whimpers. she was supposed to be the one in control this time, she craved it and saw how needy he is, but the way he's touching her, makes her losing her mind. he then pulls her panties to the side, running his fingers through her wet folds and suddenly putting one inside her. not even giving her any time, he just starts pumping in and out, adding another finger after a moment, now stretching her out. he pulls away from her nipple, looking at her face.
"c-chris..." she moans quietly, trying her hardest to keep the eye contact, but struggles to do so. her hands now traveling down his chest and unbuckling his belt.
"yeah, ma? y'like that?" he tries to keep his cool, still working his fingers inside her dripping pussy, curling them and making her whine in response. "look at you... so, fuckin' desperate on my lap. missed my fingers, huh? want some more?"
she desperately nods, squeezing around his fingers, but once he feels that, he pulls them out immediately putting them in his mouth to lick them clean. she whines, pouting her lips when he stops.
"show me how much you missed this dick then."
she bites her lip, unzipping his pants and with his help, she pulls them down to his knees, his boxers following after a second. chris leans his head back against the seat, gripping her hips as she gives him a few strokes before pulling her underwear to the side. she runs her thumb over his tip, collecting the precum and spreading it all over his cock, using it as a lubricant and then she lowers herself slowly on his cock, the movement making them both moan out loud with pleasure. she stays like this for a moment, needing to adjust after these past two weeks without him.
"fuckk...so tight...your pussy was made f'me.." he groans, tightening his grip on her hips and he watches her closely, as she finally starts moving on him. he’s holding himself back from moving up his hips and taking over, trying so hard not to thrust into her. he loves the feeling of her body against his and he’s missed it so much. he needed it, he needed her and he hated that. the feeling just kept growing, making the space in the car feel even smaller.
he pulls her back down into another kiss, this time more sloppy, continuing to move his tongue against hers, tasting her. she kisses him back, starting speeding up her pace and now bouncing on him harder. his dick hitting just all the right spots, making her moan loudly while chris tries to focus on the kiss and not to lose his composure. he wanted to take over, he always did, but the feeling of her riding him like that, has him gripping the seat. he grits his teeth, trying to keep himself together and he knows his patience wont last long. he looks up at her again, his eyes glued to her face.
"fuckkkk, ma.... takin' all of me so well... shit..." he hisses, when she speeds up even more. "so good.... s-so good f'me...."
she grips into his shoulders more, moaning loudly at his praises and she continues moving. chris is in complete ecstasy as she picks the pace up, a feeling like he hasn’t experienced before. there's just something about her on top and taking what she wants, that's got him feeling so many things at once.
“fuck.. just like that” one of his hands grab her ass, giving it a squeeze and then slapping it. "fuckin' slut... you like it? fucking in my car? takin' it just like a little bitch.... yeah? shitttt..."
he moans now not being able to hold back, and he starts thrusting into her. she gasps for air, her eyes closing shut as she tightens around him. "oh, wanna cum, huh? not yet darlin'...." he grips her hips more, his tip hitting her g-spot with every move.
"chris i-"
she cuts herself off with another moan, not being able to think straight. she digs her nails into the back of his neck, her head falling down on his shoulder and he immediately stops. her eyes snap open, she lifts up her head to look at him, a smirk playing on his lips.
"you better don't look away f'me, ma.... wanna see your pretty face y'know? and keep makin' those sexy little sounds...got it?"
she nods, but it's not enough from him as he speaks up again. "use your words baby, c'mon... you aint that fucked out of your mind yet, hm?"
"i got it, just... please..." she whines, moving her hips, wanting to bounce on him again, but he stops her. she pouts. "chrissss......"
"get to the backseat." he demands, after scanning her face for a while. he wanted to give her all the pleasure she deserves. he wasn't even thinking about himself, he couldn't care less about his release. he just needed to make her feel good, making sure no one else can do what he can.
she pulls away from him, now moving over the center console again, struggling a bit but she gets into the backseat. chris obviously smacks her ass as she does, what makes her squeak.
"chris!"
but he just smirks, pulling off his pants and boxers all the way down and throwing it on the passenger seat, so it wasn't in the way. he gets on the back himself, there was little space, but enough to get into his favorite position. chris puts his hand on her back, forcing her to get on her knees and hands on the seat, as he positions himself behind her. chris loves the way he can get her all desperate and begging, so he teases her now. he moves his tip along her folds, making her whine. then he slowly puts it in, but after a few seconds he pulls back again.
"chris...." she whines, knowing he's playing with her now.
"yeah, baby?"
she bites her lip, her face pressing into the seat and she lifts up her hips more. "stop teasing me, please...."
he grins even more, slapping her pussy with his dick and then he suddenly pulls his cock all the way in, making her gasp and scream out of pleasure. the new angle let him hit all of her sweet spots.
"whatever you want, princess." he starts thrusting into her with a very intense and fast pace, going as deep as he could. the car now filled up with her moans and the sounds of skin slapping against each other. he grips her hips tight, keeping her in place. he can feel her squeezing around his cock again, and he lets out a growl. "c'mon.... cum all over me...wanna see you while y'do..."
chris moves one of his hands, grabbing her hair and pulling her head back, having a good view on her face. her mouth wide open, letting out loud moans, her eyes rolling back.
"oh my god!" she cries out, gripping the edge of the seat like her life depended on it and she releases, the wet, squelching sound coming from her now louder. he groans, kissing her neck and whispering into her ear.
"you feel so good... cummin' like that f'me... such a good girl.."
she moans, squeezing around him again, the overstimulation now making her shiver as he keeps going with the crazy pace, not slowing down at all. he lets go of her hair, her head immediately falling onto the seat and he grips by her hips again, making sure she feels him as deep as he wants her to. he growls, being on the edge himself.
"i'm... close.." he mutters, throwing his head back. "gonna fill you up, yeah?"
she whines nodding desperately, but then he smacks her ass giving her a sign to answer verbally.
"shit! yes, fuck, yes chris, please!" she feels tears filling up her eyes from the pleasure, a few of them coming down her cheeks moment later. chris bites his lip, feeling her tightening around him. he moves one of his hands between her legs, now rubbing her clit, while still thrusting hard into her, but his movements getting sloppier. she cries out, her legs trembling and his dick twitches, finally cumming inside her, his warm sticky release filling her up and dripping out of her. he curses under his breath, digging his fingers into her skin, leaving bruises as he does. she feels him cumming, and the overstimulation from him lazily massaging her clit and still hitting her g-spot, makes her finish again. the pressure in her stomach now becoming too much, unable to hold back, she feels the liquid squirts out of her in waves.
his eyes snap open, looking down at her and he growls. he slows down until he eventually stops, after they both ride out their highs, this time not wanting to overstimulate her. looking at the mess she made, he can't help but feel a bit cocky about it.
"shit, ma.... squirtin' all over me, huh? is it how it is now?" he smirks, a little surprised that he made her do that but he couldn't be more proud. he pulls out of her, letting go of her hips and her body immediately falls onto the seat. she's breathing heavily, not being able to reply yet. "that's my fuckin' girl.."
he runs his fingers along her inner thigh, collecting her and his cum and he leans in a bit, covering over her. he looks at her fucked out expression and the smudged mascara on her cheeks. "look at me."
she opens her eyes, her mind blank, body shaking. he puts his fingers into her mouth, she immediately cleans them up, tasting both his and her release on her tongue, making sure she keeps the eye contact with him while she does that.
"you're so hot." he says now kissing the tears on her cheeks away. "took me so well..."
she smiles, seeing his flushed cheeks and messy hair sticking to his forehead. it was her favorite view.
"y'good, kid? don't go all mute on me now.."
"don't call me that...." she mumbles, trying to get her sarcastic attitude back, but she was absolutely spent right now. "i'm fine."
he just grins, gently patting her cheek before he pulls away. she slowly lifts herself up, trying to fight her trembling legs and she sits up now, facing him. not being able to do anything more yet, her glare moving to her legs and the seat she made mess on. she feels her cheeks growing hotter, now suddenly embarrassed and trying to ignore his stare. this never happened to her with him before and she didn't know what he thought about it.
"sorry about... the seats" she mumbles, grimacing.
he raises his eyebrows, now seeing her embarrassment and he doesn't understand why. it was a little surprising but he felt so proud. he already wanted to make her do it all over again. "you f'real? don't even say sorry, ever again."
she's still not so sure, blushing even more as he wipes her cheeks from the smudged mascara and then runs his hand through her hair, trying to fix it a little bit. he smiles softly. "gonna clean this up later, don't you worry 'bout that, okay?"
chris then reaches into the center console for the tissues, grabbing them and spreading her legs with his hands. she watches him closely seeing how he starts just gently cleaning her up. this simple movement makes her feel the heat rising from her cheeks down to her neck, so she just covers her face with her hands shyly. not really being able to understand why is she so embarrassed this time, he grabs her wrists, forcing her hands to move away from her face.
"y'gotta be kiddin' me. don't hide from me, ma." chris mutters. "not when you made such pretty mess in my car."
with a quiet sigh, she lets him take her hands off of her face. she chews on her bottom lip nervously while he goes back to cleaning her up, touching her slightly as she was made from some kind of glass. it was even cute, how he just made sure she was fine. it's not their first rough sex, but this one was definitely more intense and for some reason felt so... different. she had this strange feeling in her chest, just seeing him focused on wiping her legs and how he didn't seem to care about his covered in her release seats. once he's done, he sits beside her, wrapping his hand around her shoulder and pulling her close. she doesn't like the silence, even if before it was never awkward, this one was bothering her as she couldn't stop feeling unfamiliar emotions.
"i ran out, by the way." she suddenly blurts out, making him laugh. there was no way in hell this girl was real.
"yeah? good to know. gonna give y'some more later."
"im paying this time."
"oh, you've paid enough already." she immediately looks up at him, smacking his shoulder and he chuckles in response, pretending to be in pain. "woaaahh, bein' a little brat again, hm?"
"that's not funny, im giving you money." her tone shows no objection, he smirks and nods, knowing he won't take anything from her anyway. they sit like that for a moment, before he speaks up, knowing he will get another hit after that.
"soooo... round two?"
"christopher, i swear to god."
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a/n: oh my god this seems sooo long 😭 tell me what yall think, i feel like i kinda fucked up with the whole dealer vibe but lmk please! i honestly enjoyed writing that so who knows..
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chestersturniolo · 2 months ago
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“You still want that hit?”
•dealer!matt • smoker!matt •
warnings; violence
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You’re stretched out on the couch with Matt, his body relaxed as he leans back, a joint lazily balanced between his fingers. Your legs drape across his lap, his free hand gripping your thigh. The air is thick with smoke, curling around the apartment.
As you sit waiting for Matts customer to arrive, you can’t help but notice how fucking good he looks. The way his hand looks wrapped around your thigh. The way he squints and furrows his brows slightly when taking long drags. The way his head falls back and pushes out perfect O’s into the air. His man spread fucking legs.
A knock on the door snaps you out of your admiration. He gently taps your thigh a couple of times, a quiet signal, and you swing them off of his lap. Matt carefully places his joint in the ashtray on the coffee table.
"Stay put” he points before walking to the door.
He yanks it open to reveal a guy standing there—a regular customer. A scrawny dude, too eager, too jittery. You recognize him; he’s come by before.
“Yo, Matt, what’s up, man?” the guy says, grinning way too wide. “I was hoping to get somethin’ tonight, something strong”
Matt doesn’t say anything at first, just stares at the guy, eyes cold, like he’s deciding whether he’s even worth a response. Finally, he steps aside, letting the guy into the apartment.
The guy walks in, his eyes immediately landing on you. He smirks, running a hand through his greasy hair. “Hey, didn’t know I’d be getting a bonus tonight. What’s up, sweetie”
Before you can respond, Matt’s on the guy in an instant, slamming him against the wall so hard the plaster cracks. The guys eyes go wide with fear.
“You really just say that to her?” Matt growls, his voice low, dangerous. His forearm presses hard against the guy’s throat, cutting off any chance of escape.
“I—dude, I didn’t mean—”
Matt presses harder, cutting him off. “You don’t talk to her. You don’t look at her. You don’t even breathe in her direction, got it?” he snarled through gritted teeth.
The guy nods frantically, his face turning red as he struggles for air.
You stand up, moving cautiously toward them. “Matt, he’s not worth it. Let him go”
Matt doesn’t even glance at you. His focus is entirely on the guy pinned to the wall. “I don’t care what he’s worth. No one disrespects you. Not in front of me. Not ever.”
The guy’s legs are shaking now, and he’s gasping, barely able to breathe. “I’m—I’m sorry-“ he chokes out. “-please man…”
Matt finally lets go, shoving him to the floor. The guy scrambles back, rubbing his throat. He looks up at Matt, wide-eyed.
“You still want that hit?” Matt asks almost teasingly.
The guy shakes his head rapidly. “No, no, man, I’m good. I’m good”
Matt takes a step closer, towering over him. “Good. Now get the hell out”
The guy doesn’t need to be told twice. He scrambles to his feet and practically runs out the door.
When the door slams shut, the silence that follows is tense. Matt still facing the door, his fists clenched.
You come up behind him, placing a hand on his back. You immediately feel his body relax under your touch. He turns around, wrapping his hands around your waist as yours find a home around the back of his neck. His face is softer, but still has a small flicker of frustration behind his eyes.
“He talks to you like that again, I’ll put him in the fucking ground” he mumbles, his grip around your waist tightening as your bodies press together.
“Ease up baby-” you softly order
“-although, it’s kinda hot when your angry” you tease.
A smirk spreads on Matts face as he shakes his head “You’re unbelievable” he says, before bringing you into a needy kiss.
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a/n; what do we think of meany matt? 👀 i’m kinda obsessed tbh, if you want more of him lmk!!!
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emotionalblues · 2 months ago
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pics that SCREAM dealer!chris! (in my opinion)
part two
matt version
dealer!chris has been on my mind for the past week! also might make a part 2(depends on how this one goes) and I lowkey wanna make a matt version
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chrisbesitos · 19 days ago
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀dangerous. 𔘓
꩜ warnings: angst, arguing, cursing, mommy issues.
꩜ synopsis: dealer!chris goes to see ballerina!reader at her concert. After her mother criticizes her dance, chris protects her, but they end up arguing because ballerina!reader calls him a friend.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ꒰͡⠀🩰 𝅄 💸⠀͡꒱
You were so excited, excited and nervous, but you were happy tonight. Your ballet company was presenting tonight The Nutcracker and you were Clara, after working so hard for months, you get the role of the protagonist. You jump around like a little kid in your room, giggling and almost crying. Chris was happy for you, he gave you a couple of kisses in your face and you two celebrate in the best way.
And finally, the night of the spectacle. You look like a princess on the stage, actually, you look like a queen — this in Chris' words —. Look like you were flying, you look majestic and incredible. You run out of you backstage to meet Chris, they came to see you dancing tonight. Your eyes met Chris' eyes, he was with a big and proud smile on his lips, carrying a bouquet on his hands, you never imagined the dealer you met at a party would be waiting for you with flowers and a proud look.
"Hey, thank you for coming." You say, biting your lower lip trying to hold your big smile, but it is impossible when the boy in front of you is looking at you like a little boy stare at his first crush on kindergarten. "Is it for me?" You point at the bouquet, a bouquet of red roses.
"Yeah, yeah. Is for you." He says, giving you the bouquet. You grab it, holding it next to your nose and inhaling the scent. Chris approaches you, grabbing your chin with a grin on his lips, you stare at his pretty blue eyes and give him a peck on his lips. "You looked so pretty, babydoll." He whispers.
"Thank you, baby. For the flowers and for coming tonight." You murmur against his lips, his nose rubbing your nose and his fingertips massaging your waist covered with the white collant. Your eyes catch someone familiar behind Chris, suddenly your stomach drops and your joy seems to disappear. Your heart started to beat faster and Chris noticed your abrupt change of behavior.
"Doll? What's wrong?" Chris asks, changing his hand from your waist to your face. Even behind the makeup, he could see the color drop from your face.
"Mom?" You ask, getting out from Chris' arms and stepping until the woman with red lips and a disgusted look. Chris stares at the lady, she looks like you, at least the eyes and the shape of the nose. "What are you doing here?"
"You really think I wouldn't come to see you tonight? I mean, I just found out you were going to be Clara, because your teacher told me." She says. Your face burning in embarrassment, you didn't want your mother to come, but you didn't expect your teacher to tell her. "Oh, Y/N. Years of training and practicing, but you still look like an amateur." She grabs your chin, lifts your head and stares at your glassy eyes.
"You don't fuckin' know what your saying." Chris says, embracing your shoulders and pulling you away from your mother. She looks at Chris with a disgusted look, like he's a plague. You don't say anything, just lower your head and stare at the floor, feeling embarrassed and upset by the whole situation. You hate how your mother never sees your effort. "You should be proud of your daughter instead of treating her like shit." He defends you. Chris tries to hold your hand, but you push your hand away from his, he frowns his eyebrows looking at you.
"Who's this boy ?" Your mother asks, Chris stares at you, waiting for you to say something, but you look so, so defenceless.
"He's a friend, mom." You whisper, avoiding looking at your mother. Chris' touch on your shoulders looks freeze, his fingertips stopped rubbing your skin, he stares at you in disbelief. But you didn't look at him, nor your mom, you just keep your head down.
All you want is to disappear.
"You should choose your friends better, Y/N." And with this she walks away, leaving you and Chris behind. Suddenly you feel the urge to cry, scream and throw up. All together.
You didn't say anything, neither look at Chris. He didn't say anything either, he just pulled your elbow to walk in the direction of the exit. You squeeze the bouquet plastic in your hands, tears pricking in your waterline, but you hold, not wanting to cry in front of Chris. In the parking lot, Chris didn't open the door for you, like he always does. This breaks your heart a little, you probably have fucked up everything. Not even music was playing on the way home, just the sound of Chris' huffs.
The car stopped, Chris sighs and waits with his hands on the handwheel. Your eyebrows frowned in confusion, he drove to your home, not the restaurant he reserved for dinner. It was the first time you would've a date at a fancy restaurant, but he drives you back home. Your stomach churn, he's mad at you and you don't blame him.
"I thought we were going to have dinner at this restaurant." You whisper, avoiding looking at Chris. Your voice cracking, trying to not cry like a cry baby. You hear Chris' laugh sarcastically.
"Dates are for couples, I'm just a friend." He says, turning his head to look at you, but you are staring at the flowers. He grabs your chin and turns your head to look at him, to face his eyes with your glassy eyes. "Right? You say I'm a friend."
"No, baby. I just said that because my mother–" You say, grabbing his hand with your fingers, but he pushes your hand and cuts you.
"What? She wouldn't approve that you are with me?" He says angry, you shake your head, but he wasn't wrong. You didn't want to tell your mother you are with him, because she always wants to control your life. You didn't mean to, but the fear you feel is always consuming your body and your mind. "You're ashamed of me, don't you, Y/N?"
"Y/N?" Your voice fails.
"Why would I call you doll? You're not my girlfriend."
This makes your blood boil, because even though he's mad, he never asked you to be his girlfriend. He never said he wanted to label your relationship, so he has no right to act like this with you.
"You wanna know something? You're right, I'm not your girlfriend and you never wanted me to be!" You scream, the angry speaking louder than the sadness. Chris frowns his eyebrows at your behavior, because you never act like this with him, every time you feel angry or upset at him, you just cried, but never screamed. "You just want to fuck with me, don't you? Because if you really want me, you would've asked me. So, yes, you are my friend."
"You're really gonna act like a brat with me right now?" Chris says.
"Fuck, I hate you, Chris." You jump out of the car, slamming the door. You walk towards the front door, but you stop and walk back to the car, knocking Chris' window. He opens, still staring at you with angry eyes. "I don't want your fucking flowers." You throw the bouquet on his face, this breaks your heart, because you didn't want to do this with him, but you did it either way.
He didn't say anything, he didn't even react. Chris just nods, closing the window and driving to his place, leaving you behind. You watch he go away, but the second the car disappears from your view, sobs erupt from your throat. You sit on the stairs, hiding your face on your knees. Even though you and Chris weren't a couple, you feel like this was a break up and this hurts.
Hurts like hell.
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꩜ chérie's notes: part 2 ? ngl i love to write angst.
tags ; @lizzymacdonald06 @deliciousluminaryanchor @lushjunkie @sweetreliever @watercolorskyy @ivysturnss @brianna-grace12 @blahbel668 @gabri3la-sturns @strnlxlqve @stvrnzcherries @unknvhx @pvssychicken @all4l0vee @i4longhairchris @sluttybitchformattsturniolo @sophand4n4 @sturniololetstrip2 @zayluvss
taglist. | masterlist. | part 2.
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sleepysturn · 2 months ago
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𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗋!𝖼𝗁𝗋𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝖾𝗑𝗍𝗌 (𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 2) ౨ৎ
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a/n: here’s a short one!! but i got some good angst for the next one!! i’ll try to post it soon!!
TW: mentions of smoking, some suggested writing?
🏷️: @miss-delicious @luv-sturno @luvr4miya @ivysturnss @mattilda987 @slut4chriss @always-reading
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mattslolita · 2 months ago
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Bambi being overstimulated and crying in pleasure when Chris eats her out for the first time (he never wants to stop eating her out either💕🤭)
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chris prys your legs apart, licking his lips hungrily as he stares up at you with a lustful expression clouding his eyes — you're breathing heavily and whimpering slightly from the way his eyes rove over you, your lower lip caught in between your teeth as he brings you closer to him.
"can't wait..." chris mumbles, trailing kisses along the innermost part of your thighs, hands gripping your plush brown flesh as his breath fans over your dripping heat, "to have a taste."
the music playing downstairs blares throughout the speakers, perfect to drown out the events to soon take place — chris's eyes stay on yours as he leans forward, slowly licking a stripe up your folds eliciting a quiet gasp from you.
"wan' hear all those pretty noises when i eat it, hear me?" chris grins, causing you to nod your head, wriggling your white painted toes in excitement, "wan' everybody to hear you loud and clear..."
without warning, chris dives forward and licks another stripe up your folds — your head is thrown back when he attaches his mouth to your swollen bud, sucking and nipping at it. his nose brushes against your clit as his large hands sink further into your skin, pulling you as close as possible. broken moans escape your lips as your legs wrap around his head tightly, causing him to groan into your pussy as he laps at you like a starved dog.
you grind your pussy against his face, manicured nails tugging at his curls as his tongue does all sorts of tricks on your clit — his head moves up and down, side to side and you're pretty sure he's spelled his full first name as he devours you. "oh gosh, please, right there!"
chris's blue eyes are focused on your blissed out expression, the way your head lolls to the side whilst your eyes roll to the back of your head at the sensation he brings you — he subtly rolls his hips into the bed, groaning into your pussy which sends vibrations throughout your core.
"fuck, so good!" you moan loudly, as chris's tongue moves faster, "oh fuck-"
he grins into your pussy, one of his hands coming up to rub tight, fast circles on your clit as he continues his assault on your pussy with his tongue.
"oh gosh!" you moan, your back arching as your toes curl.
chris can feel your legs trembling around his head, signaling how close you are — he comes up momentarily, your juices coating the stubble on his chin. "can feel you squeezin' my head baby. y'close?"
"s-so close," you moan, "please, i need-"
chris dives right back into your pussy, slurping your essence up as he continues rubbing circles on your clit while his mouth nips and sucks at your bundle of nerves — your loud moans and whines carry throughout the entire room, yet you didn't care; all you could focus on was the immense pleasure that chris was causing you as you felt the tight coil in your stomach threaten to snap.
"m'gonna c-cum..." you moan, tugging on his curls harshly, "i-i-"
a loud pornographic moan of chris's name leaves your lips as your legs spasm, head thrown back as you release all over his face — but chris doesn't stop. he laps up your juices, tongue picking up every last drop causing you to try and wriggle out of his grip.
"m'sensitive," you whine, as chris continues lapping at your sensitive bud, "chriss..."
only then he comes up for air, his face decorated in your juices — it drips down his chin, his face shiny with arousal as he smirks up at you.
"gonna let me go again, sweetheart?"
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jellyfishbug · 3 months ago
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! dealer with benefits chris headcannons by jellyfishbug
warning. contains nsfw /smutty ones MDNI, mentions of smoking, swearing, pet names
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dealerwb!chris who . . . is affectionate with you in really simple ways; throwing your legs to rest on his while he's driving with you (and/or resting his hand carelessly on your upper thigh), resting his hand in your back pocket when walking next to you, resting his chin on top of your head when he's standing behind you.
dealerwb!chris who . . . never lets you pay for your weed. sometimes you bicker back and protest, considering it's literally how he makes money, but he insists that he's got enough to spoil you. "no one's short on money, ma, let me take care of you."
dealerwb!chris who . . . loves when you wear his clothes, especially his jersey's or boxers. any time you leave his place, you're wearing something of his.
dealerwb!chris who . . . doesn't ever let you go to a party alone. he's meeting you there and driving you home. "people are fuckin' weird n' i wanna keep my girl safe."
dealerwb!chris who . . . keeps pink rolling papers just for you. partly because you love pink, but also because it helps him keep your pre rolls separate from other clients.
dealerwb!chris who . . . kisses you stupid. your cheek, lips, forehead, hand, side of your head- whenever the opportunity presents itself, he's kissing you.
dealerwb!chris who . . . loves to post you on his private instagram all the time. when it comes to posting product on his public account story, he usually has you pose with it covering your face partially. When asked about, he just shrugs and says, "just like showin' you off."
dealerwb!chris who . . . buys you random things so he has something for you when he sees you, even if you're not buying from him. A drink, a pack of cigs, etc. He just likes having something on him to give to you.
nsfw
dealerwb!chris who . . . is packing.
dealerwb!chris who . . . is dominant, but loves to let you ride him in the driver's seat of his car. His hands on your hips to guide you, your fingers tugging at the curls at the back of his neck, your head knocked back and your eyes rolling in the back of his head as he mutters curses and encourages/praises you. "fuck, so good, baby, just like that. . ."
dealerwb!chris who . . . loves giving you head. his ringed fingers are gripped tightly around your upper thighs to keep your hips on the bed despite your attempts to arch your back, and your hands are tangled messily in his hair, your legs shaking at the sensation of him groaning against you once you tug a fistful of hair slightly harder. his lips and chin are slick with spit as he raises his head to grin at you, "tastes so good, ma. could eat you forever." dealerwb!chris who . . . loves high sex. something about you sinking to your knees below him, glancing up at him through your lashes with pretty red eyes as you palm him through his shorts. he loves the faint taste of tree on your tongue as he ducks down in a twist to kiss you while he's fucking you from behind, your back pressed against his chest as you both pant and moan breathlessly.
dealerwb!chris who . . . loves when you dig your nails into him. wether it's faint nail marks on his biceps or long, deep scratches on his back, he's taking slutty pictures of them in the mirror, grinning madly when he feels the sting of your nails breaking the skin, almost harshly enough to bruise. "c'mon, sweetheart, show me how good it feels with your hands."
dealerwb!chris who . . . 's favorite positions are doggy and missionary. he loves to have you bent over the bathroom counter, hand resting at your hip whilst the other holds your hair tightly in his fist, grinning at your blissed out expression in the mirror as drool seeps past your lips. alternatively, he loves when you're laid down below him, bottom lip between your teeth as your hands brush against his lower stomach to grab onto something to contain yourself as he's slamming into you.
dealerwb!chris who . . . presses his hand against your lower stomach to feel himself, smiling cheekily when your face twists in pleasure at the sight of the bulge. "you feel me, baby? huh? you like how deep in your guts i am?"
dealerwb!chris who . . . is very specific about aftercare. he rubs your back soothingly as you both lay in a heap next to each other, wiping the tears off your face and pushing your hair away from your eyes. he cleans you up carefully, whispering praises and compliments whilst he does it, swinging his arms under your legs to carry you to the shower.
hope you enjoyed! :) links below about me ! masterlists ! guidelines / info !
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sadreligion · 2 months ago
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ε❤︎︭з ׅ TOP OF THE MORNIN’ ‿ ⠀ 𝆬 ⠀. feat. dealer!chris sturn.
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──ㅤ disgustingly lazy & sleepy morning sex with chris. ᘓ ֹ ⁎ ᣞ ♱
early signs of sunrise peek through the sheer white curtains adorning your bedroom windows, a sad attempt to keep the outside world just exactly that. a heavy arm is lazily wrapped around your bare waist, you and chris’ limbs messily sprawled out against the soft sheets. it was far from unusual for chris to sleepover— his dropoffs somehow always closer to your house than his own. he’d be too drained to drive back, images of your soft face that live in his mind only convincing him further to come see you.
you’re first to wake up, eyes opening as a sleepy, incoherent murmur leaves your chapped lips, your body snuggling deeper into his chest. the sound of your voice seems to stir chris as well, his warm fingers squeezing the supple skin of your hip. “mornin’….” his groggy voice travels to your ear, his lips pressing a chaste kiss on your hairline.
chris’s eyes flutter open as you repeat the greeting, his body enveloping your own, his head buried into your neck. light, airy kisses are pressed against your caramel skin, his tongue peeking out every so often. “wanna stay in bed all day… jus’ us..” you mutter, your short, french acrylics coming to thread through his brunette curls, scratching at his scalp. a grin spreads across his face, the thought of being wrapped up in his favorite girl all day making his body buzz with desire & affection. his kisses become slightly more sloppy as he speaks in between pecks.
“mmm…. wish i could. i gotta drop off sumthin’ a lil’ later, mama. m’all yours right now, though..” chris hums, the slender fingers on your hip moving to toy with the waistband of your panties, his kisses trailing upwards to your jaw. a low huff leaves your throat as he carefully dips his hand underneath the material, his middle & ring fingers immediately sliding through your slick folds.
“always so wet… fuck..” he practically groans, his digits easily pushing into your entrance, velvety walls encasing them. the slight goatee on his chin scratches against your skin as his lips find yours in an slow, uncoordinated kiss.
chris’s fingers begin to move, each stroke slowly deepening, leaving you breathless. something similar to a mewl escapes you when the pad of his thumb presses against your clit, tight circles massaged into the bundle of nerves. “chris, ah… so good.. feels so good..” you whimper against his lips, fingers of your own softly tugging at his hair. a wave of satisfaction washes over chris at your praise, his dick straining against his plaid boxers at the fact that he’s the only one who can make you feel this way.
the moment his fingers hit that spongy spot he’d been searching for, moans & cries of the dealer’s name fall from your mouth left and right, your hips bucking into his hand. “i know, baby… mhm.. y’close huh?” chris asks teasingly, the proof obviously in the pudding. you nod almost immediately, your pussy clamming down onto his digits as you whimper. it just felt amazing— the mixture of his fingers plunging into you, the wet kisses to your lips, just everything.
unfortunately, it’s cut short, chris pulling his pruning fingers out, wiping your sticky arousal onto the plush of your thigh. a pout makes way to your flushed face, brows knitting together in confusion as he sits up on his knees. “…. why’d y’sto—” you meekly start, insantly getting cut off by chris, his hands moving to tug his boxers down. “shh, pretty girl…. i gotchu, ‘kay? don’t start that whinin’ shit… too early..” he scolds lightly, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before pulling his underwear all the way off, doing the same to yours. his length slaps against his stomach, the lewd ‘thwack’ sound making you moan involuntarily.
“spread y’legs f’me, mama…. there ‘ya go..” he murmurs, a look of admiration taking over his baby blues as you listen. chris takes himself in his palm, pumping leisurely before pressing his leaky tip to your hole, slowly feeding you inch by inch.
he digs his head back into your neck, the pleasure overwhelming as your cunt swallows him whole. “fuuuucck… pussy’s squeezin’ me so tight…” chris huffs, his eyes closing as he slowly thrusts in and out of you. scratch marks decorate his back as you run your nails down his skin, the welts adding to the level of euphoria he’s feeling right now. you moan desperately in his ear, your eyes practically rolling back into your head. “oh my god… jus’ like that… don’t stop, please don’t stop..” you beg, that familiar knot in your tummy so close to snapping.
chris’s lips wrap around your skin, sucking a dark red hickeys onto your throat, his pace becoming sloppy. “gonna come, baby… mmm.. come wit’ me, yeah? c’mon, y’can do it..” he encourages, his words doing just the trick to push you over the edge. a guttural groan leaves him as he fills you up, his seed mixing with your juices, arousal dropping onto the now soiled sheets. what a morning.
© SADRELIGION.
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starkeyszn · 1 month ago
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SINGER READER X RAPPER CHRIS HEAD CANNONS ˚✧ ゚.
pairing: rapper chris¡ singer reader!
singer¡ reader is referred to as a her.
rapper chris¡ who includes singer¡reader voicemails in songs.
rapper chris¡ who wears a chri$ necklace.
rapper chris¡ who has a special nickname for singer¡reader and uses it in verses. (e.g rose,daisy)
rapper chris¡ who mentioned singer¡reader in his songs before they got together.
rapper chris¡ who always brings singer reader¡ along with him to certain events.
rapper chris¡ who would always use singer¡reader in his music videos.
rapper chris¡ helping singer¡reader write her songs.
rapper chris¡ bringing singer¡reader along with him to the studio to record.
rapper chris¡ always supporting singer¡reader and posting her songs.
rapper chris¡ randomly showing up to singer¡reader ‘s concert and never telling her.
singer reader¡ dedicating most of her songs to chris.
singer reader¡ always reposting chris’ music, and ig posts.
rapper chris¡ giving singer¡reader special access backstage, always giving her v.i.p passes.
rapper chris¡ letting singer¡reader try on his different chains.
rapper chris¡ album cover, is some part of singer¡reader. (part of her body.)
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lex notes: this is my first time ever posting something like this, sorry if it’s bad🥲… full creds goes to @chrissdollie for the ‘rapper chris’ character. credits to @anitalenia for the different dividers. some of the head cannons credits goes to @spookystrns ! 💌
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worldlxvlys · 6 months ago
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texts w/ dealer! chris (part 27)
dwb! chris sturniolo x reader
warnings: suggestive, cursing, mentions of weed
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thank you guys so so much for 4.5k, i can’t even put into words how grateful i am for you all. i love youuuu, and i’m always here if you need me <333
dwb! chris masterlist
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tag list: @lustfulslxt @flowerxbunnie @sturnssx @mattslolita @its-jennarose @sophssturn @bernardsleftbootycheek @queen161718 @cupidsword @imwetforyourmom @nickmillersn1gf @mattsneezing @chrisstankyleg @sturniolobltch @bethsturn @bernardenjoyer @mbbsgf @rac00ns-are-c00l4 @ssturniolo @blueeyedbesson @mxqdii @sturniolowhore @readerakayourname @defnotayonna @urmom2bitch @rootbeerworshiper @starsturniolo @hearts4chriss @theyluv-meee @carolinalikesthings @itzdarling @chrisstopherfilmed @judespoision @sstvrnioloo @littlebookworm803 @nicksdrpepper @chrisloyalgf @robins-scoop @fandomhopped @chr1sgirl4life @bbglmfao @55sturn @nickgetsmewetter @meg-sturniolo @yamamasjumpercables @vanteguccir @ineedchriscock @junnniiieee07 @breeloveschris @luverboychris
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mattstunsgf · 6 months ago
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texts with bf!matt x reader with glasses
short as shit but eh
based on this request!
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sturnlsstuff · 2 months ago
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MISSED YOU | chris sturniolo: part 2
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pairing: dealer!chris x fem!reader
summary: after finishing deals for today, chris calls you to "check" on you, but he ends up coming over and making a mess on your couch.
warnings: mdni, smut, sub!chris, dom!reader, handjob, pet names, kinda bratty reader + more...
a/n: part one here!! didnt plan to do more than one part but yall seemed to like it so here it is. once again english isn't my first language so sorry for any mistakes
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chris wasn't planning to end up like this. on your couch, his hard throbbing dick leaking with precum aching for the release you refused to give him. it was such a pretty view for you. his brown hair was sticking out from under the hood of his black fresh love hoodie, his flushed cheeks and pink swollen lips, that he keeps biting to muffle his pathetic whines and moans, that escapes his mouth. all of this because of you. when he called you earlier, all he wanted was to actually check on you, since he was aware how much he wore you out after your last sex in his car two days ago. but you kept being sarcastic, your bratty attitude annoyed him, and he promised he'll come over once he's done with his deals, and then teach you how to keep your pretty little mouth shut. things took a different turn quick.
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"i'm tellin' you, ma, i just wanted to check on ya. why you so surprised, huh?" chris asks smirking and watching your cheeks turn a deeper shade of pink, it was visible even through the screen.
"nothing, i'm just...." you sigh, deciding to finally change the topic. chris usually was texting you to ask if you're good if he went too hard on you, but he never calls. until now. "whatever, forget it. how long will you be there?"
"hmmm, i have two more people and then i'm done. what, you miss me?" he grins more when you roll your eyes in response.
"no, idiot, i don't.."
"that's interesting, sweetheart, you said somethin' else the last time we-"
"shut the fuck up." you cut him off, making his smirk widen.
"easy there, don't talk to me like that."
you roll your eyes again. "maybe go back working, what is your lazy ass doing on the phone, huh?"
"my lazy ass? you the one doin' nothin' all day on this couch while others are being productive."
"then come back to being productive, dickhead."
chris grins, narrowing his eyes. he was somewhere outside, you could barely see him because it was dark, but the light from the lantern fell on his face, highlighting his facial features. "careful, ma, don't get all arrogant on me. y'know if you were here right now, i'd shut your pretty mouth real quick."
"well, but i'm not with you there, soooo..."
"a'ight go back to lounging on the couch all day, watchin' those shitty ass movies." he looks up for a second, before looking down on his phone, you could hear some man's voice in the back.
"keep calling me lazy and i won't ever suck you off again." you raised your eyebrow, giving him a fake smile. he licks his lips, answering after a moment.
"oh c'mon, sweetheart, don't be a bitch."
"damn christopher, now you be callin' me a bitch? you're fucked." you shake your head, but a little smile is playing on your lips.
"stop acting all snarky and sarcastic, and maybe i will stop callin' you that."
"cry about it."
"keep it up, smartass, i'll make sure you gonna be the one cryin' when i come over."
you narrows your eyes, seeing his stupid smile on his face. "who said i will let you come over?"
"i'm finishing soon, see you there, ma. i'll be takin' out all that stupid words of yours, outta your pretty little mouth."
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he was asking himself, how did he end up with you making him whimper. when he stepped inside your house twenty minutes ago, he was so ready to make you regret talking to him like that, until he pulled you onto his lap and you started grinding down on him. he was trying to keep his control, but you just knew how to make him lose it.
all of this started because you told him he stole your outfit. you both were wearing black fresh love hoodies, the hood over your heads. the difference was you had grey sweatpants on and he had the black ones.
"no, YOU stole my outfit. you just copied me." he said to you, shaking his head with a grin.
"yes, 'cause the only thing on my mind is copying you."
"stop bein' childish"
"i am childish?" your eyes widen, looking at him as he's an idiot.
this banter quickly turned into you two making out and you teasing chris. your tongue sliding inside his mouth, your hips slowly moving, making a little bit of a friction. his dick was already hard, aching for your touch, but you weren't gonna give him what he wanted that fast.
"mmmhm, shit..." chris mutters against your lips, bucking up his hips but you quickly pressed them down with your hands, now breaking the kiss.
"oh, are u impatient?" you smile looking down at him. he opens his eyes, scanning your face for a bit, before reaching a hand to push your hood off your head and get a better look on your face. a little smile appears on his lips when he sees your messy hair. you press herself harder onto him, making him hiss.
"fffuck, ma, you gonna drive me insane-"
your hands travels under his hoodie, just running your long nails up and down his chest, before you start toying with the waistband of his sweatpants, continuing moving your hips.
chris watches you as you take your hand out from under his hoodie, and start to toy with the waist band of his sweatpants, he keeps staring up at you and his dick grows harder with every second.
“ughhhh...ffffuck i know exactly what you doin'..."
"yeah? what am i doing chris?" she plays innocent, keeping the eye contact with him and then she grinds against him more, his tip brushing against her pussy, making both of them whimper.
his lip between his teeth as he tries to control himself, but his cock is painfully sensitive, twitching in his pants. he puts his hands on the sides of your hips, pulling you down against him more as he groans a bit. you feel he's careful though, remembering he left bruises on your skin two days ago.
“shittt, you playin’ with me, mama.. stop doin' that"
"you want me to stop, hm?"
"ohh, no, don't stop doin' that, just... stop playin' with me.."
"and why would i?" she stops moving on him, her hand travels down and while looking him in the eyes, she starts stroking him through his sweatpants. chris lets out another quiet whine, throwing his head back on the couch, his dick leaking, begging for some kind of relief.
"cuz i'm hard as hell, it hurts"
she smiles, squeezing him slightly and answering after a moment. "that's cute."
"oh- fuckkkk, you fuckin' little tease-" he groans, closing his eyes for a moment.
you keep moving your hand, watching him trying so hard to hold back his moans, but he isn't able to. chris looks up at you, seeing how you’re so invested and watching him struggle and he feels you keep stroking him through his sweatpants, he’s so hard now from you just touching him like this.
"yeahhhh.. just like that.. oh god, that feels s'good..”
he groans softly again as you continue to stroke him through, he’s starting to leak more but his sweatpants are still in the way.
"ahh careful... you might cum in your pants." she smirks, biting her lip. she was getting more and more turned on just by watching him like this, but it wasn't about her today. today she needed to make him lose it.
he grins at you and he looks down seeing a small wet spot showing through on the sweatpants.
“i mean, you're doin' this to me, don't say that like it was my fault.."
"you can always hold back, y'know"
"oh, it's- fuck..." he cuts himself off when he sees you pulling down his sweatpants finally. "shiit, dont act all smartass again, y'know i cant when you do that to me-" he gulps, finishing his sentence but his whole focus is now directed on you.
your lip is between your teeth as you pull down his boxers, revealing his hard, aching, leaking with precum cock. you couldn't believe that you were the cause of his struggle, and that you could make him that desperate. you wrap your hand around him, rubbing his sensitive tip with your thumb and watching his reaction. he bites his lip, watching you, his tip twitching visibly and he moans again from your touch, he’s getting so much precum leaking out. he's fighting with himself, trying not to buck his hips up and start thrusting into your hand.
“ohhhh fucckkk.... shit please- just a little more... mmm, oh god.... ima cum if you keep doin' this-"
"what did you say?"
"fuck, p-please.."
"couldn't you said that sooner? you wouldn't be struggling so much..." she smiles hearing him begging and then starts slowly moving her hand up and down his length. she's still straddling him, his one hand digging into her thigh, and the other one on the couch to try and brace himself from how good it feels.
"s'good... fuck, so, so good..." he leans his head back, his eyes rolling back for a second as he gulps, but then he looks at you again, loving the sight in front of him, and also you just bring him closer to the edge.
"yeah? wanna cum already? how naughty.."
"oh- my god... mmmhh, please, mama- i'm so-"
your words just sets him off even more, his dick twitching in your hand as you now picks up your pace, making him groan. the way you're so dominant right now turns him on so much, he would never think he'd be liking it so much, but damn, he does.
"i... ughhh, you so good at this- fuck..." his fingers dig into your skin more, leaving new marks on your thighs, he's on the edge now.
"c'mon pretty boy, come for me, yeah?" you speed up your hand more, watching him intensely. your words stealing a louder moan from him, his dick twitches, he bucks up his hips and he releases all over himself. white strings of his cum on his black hoodie, all over your hand, his thighs and even on your couch. you have to bite on your lip to hold back a moan, while he squeezes his eyes for a moment, cursing under his breath. you slow down with your hand, stopping after a moment as he opens his eyes, looking up at you.
you smirk, making eye contact with him and slowly licking his cum from your hand. he groans in response, breathing heavily.
"damn, i might get hard again."
"freak."
"but you into it." he grins and pulls you into another sloppy kiss.
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a/n: do we fw this or nah, lmk 🫦
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cherrynflowergarden · 11 days ago
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hii ml!!
can you write how dealer!matt and doll!reader met 😣🙏 ur headcanons are so cute btw<33
love at first high? || dealer!matt x doll!reader
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matt’s world was spinning. he couldn’t remember where he’d been, or who had gotten him into this mess—though it was probably his own fault. the bitter aftertaste of whatever he’d taken clung to his senses, blurring his edges and leaving him lying in some alley, slumped against a wall. he was fading in and out, barely conscious.
matt wasn't used to people caring, especially in his line of work. so when he looked up, half conscious, barely processing anything, and saw her, kneeling beside him, he knew it was going to change his life. after all it's not everyday, a pretty girl like her comes to help his barely conscious body.
she was gentle, too calm and softly brushing the hair off his forehead as she checked him over with genuine worry.
“hey,” a soft voice said, breaking through his haze. he blinked, vision blurry, until her pretty face came into his focus. she were crouching beside him, eyes wide with concern, a softness on her face that didn’t really belong in a place like this. “are you alright?”
matt squinted, trying to get his bearings, but it barely made any difference. he knew she shouldn’t be here—someone like her, with that gentle voice and pretty face and worried gaze, didn’t belong in his world. yet there she was, her hand brushing his arm like she cared, like he was something worth saving.
“you... an angel?” he slurred, his words barely coherent, a lazy grin breaking across his face despite himself.
she let out a small laugh, though it was tinged with worry. “not quite, darling” she murmured, brushing his stray hair away from his forehead with a careful touch. “wanna tell what got you into this position?"
the feeling of her hand, warm and soft against his skin, combined with her honey like voice jolted something in him awake. it was unusual, being cared for, especially when he was in such a state. most people he knew would’ve passed by without a second glance. but not her apparently. she held his hand, grounding him as his mind swam in and out.
"matt?"
there was something about the way she said his name that had his head spinning. she was grounding him as he struggled to keep his eyes open, which filled him with a warmth he hadn’t felt in years. in this daze, he barely recognized the weight settling over him.
"i think i’m in love with you," he muttered, mostly to himself, but she caught it. and instead of laughing at him, she simply offered a soft smile, giving him the warmth he never knew he needed.
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an; hii my loves!!! i'm on a train rn so enjoy this cutie piece i wrote please ignore the mistakes i love dealer!matt x doll!reader sm:(
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emotionalblues · 2 months ago
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pics that SCREAM dealer!matt!(in my opinion)
matt version 2
chris version
the world (me) needed more dealer!matt fics!!!
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀dangerous. 𔘓
꩜ warnings: angst, mentions of alcohol and drugs, cursing, sickness, fluff.
꩜ synopsis: after three weeks, ballerina!reader and dealer!chris finally sees each other again, but now chris needs to do everything right, or else he'll lose you forever.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ꒰͡⠀🩰 𝅄 💸⠀͡꒱
It's been three weeks since Chris tells you that you were ashamed of him, since you screamed with him and threw the bouquet on his face. It's been three weeks you're crying in your room, because you miss him, even though in front of everyone you pretend you're okay, when you're not. It's hard to not cry when your favorite plushie was gifted by him, or how his scent totally missed from your bathroom. Your clothes don't smell like Chris anymore, only an old hoodie you kept and not washed since you break your nonexistent relationship. Even though you blame him for not asking you to be his girlfriend, you feel guilty for being ashamed of him.
You know you should've confronted your mother and said that you and Chris were together. You ruined everything, you should be brave, not a coward.
After three weeks without going out, only for classes, your friends finally convinced you to hang out with them. Lena said that you have to keep going, even though that means being without Chris. She helped you to choose a cute dress, do a nice makeup and forced you to wear high heels, even though you hated it, always makes your feet hurt. The party was filled with unknown faces, the music was kinda annoying your ears and when your friend handed you a red cup with a red drink, you remembered you just drink when Chris' around. He's not with you now, but you still feel the ghost of him.
Sitting on the couch, your fingers tugging the dress hem down, feeling uncomfortable by the size, it was Lena's dress. You mumble something to your friend, he's your dance partner and was talking about the next performance you'll have, but you weren't paying attention. He lazily embraces your shoulders, trying to catch your attention, you give him a small smile and then your eyes catch his figure.
He wasn't wearing his black clothes, like he usually does. He was wearing a blue polo shirt, his cap backwards, the lazy smile on his lips as he walked inside the house. His arm around a girl's waist, your stomach churn in discomfort, you bite your lower lip feeling a wave of jealousy fill your chest.
Who's this bitch? Why he's holding her waist?
You couldn't help it, your eyebrows frowned showing your visible anger, you stared at the cup in your hand and in a second turned the drink down your throat. Chris' eyes meet yours, he watches you clean a droplet dripping down in the corner of your mouth. His jaw clenched when he saw your dance partner arm around your shoulders, he leans his head to the left as he gave you an angry smile, he holds the girl's waist harder. You take a sharp breath and smash the red cup around your hands.
"Jeez, Y/N." Lena says, chuckling as your evident anger. She turns her head to the right and sees Chris, now knowing why you're irritated. She leans her body and touches you tight, catching your attention. "Forget about him, we're not here for this, remember?"
"Yeah, whatever. I don't care about him anymore." You lie. You clearly care about him and see him with another girl breaks your heart, you feel your eyes getting glassy and your nose burns. "I'm going to get another drink." You lift from the couch, walking towards the kitchen.
You throw the smashed cup in the trash, take another one and fill it with the red drink. You swallow at once, putting your hand behind your chin to clean the droplets, you were about to fill the red cup again when a hand grabbed your wrist. The silver bracelet on the wrist and the familiar scent.
"Get your hands off me." You mumble, showing your anger and jealousy. Chris laughs sarcastically, he leans his head and puts his mouth close to your ear, close enough to you hear his breath.
"Drop that fuckin' attitude." He whispers. Chris turns your body by your wrist, your eyes burning in fire staring at his. His other hand is grabbing your waist, pressing his fingertips on your skin covered by the black dress. You would've resisted his touch if you weren't mad at him, but you are and you're not together anymore.
"Go fuck the girl you were holding and forget me." You say, pushing his chest and walking away from him. Chris punches the table, the noise making some people look at him, he sighs with his nose scrunched and walks back to his group of friends.
He wasn't with the girl he was holding the waist, actually she's just a childhood friend of him and his brothers and she's hundred percent not into guys, since she's a lesbian. But you didn't know, you feel the jealousy burn in your chest, wanting to punch the girl's face. You walk back to the couch, sitting in the middle of Lena and Adrien, your dance partner, they didn't ask what's the problem, not even when you grabbed Adrien's cup from his hand. They just let you forget all your problems for a night.
You can feel your head dizzy, your eyes look foggy, but you don't care. You giggling like crazy over something a random guy said, but you didn't even know what he was saying, because you're too drunk to pay attention. Unlike you, Chris didn't put even a drop of alcohol in his mouth, he watched you the whole night like a hunter watches his prey. Paying attention to every move you did, like when you almost fell and your new boyfriend — he thought — held you by the waist, you hugged him. This makes Chris' blood boil, but he didn't do anything, because he was waiting for the moment you'll need him, because he knew you would need.
Chris didn't want to go to this party, not because he doesn't like the host, but because he wasn't in the mood. But when Matt told him you would be there, he changed his mind. A couple of days ago, he had a conversation with Matt, he helped Chris to realize his feelings for you.
[ flashback ]
"What's wrong with ya'?" Matt asks, grabbing a drink from the fridge. Chris shakes his shoulders, busy watching a movie on the TV. He's been watching movies and locked in his room for weeks, Matt was tired of watching his brother suffering because of a relationship.
Even though Chris didn't say anything about breaking up with you, Matt knew something was off, because it's been three weeks since the last time he saw you in their house. The last time, you and Chris were making out in the kitchen. Even if he hates it when you do that, he still doesn't want to see Chris like this.
"Where's Y/N? It's been years since the last time I saw her." Matt says again, walking towards the couch. Chris glances at him, huffing and rolling his eyes.
"I don't fuckin' know, leave me alone." He snaps, looking at Matt with his eyebrows frowned in anger. Matt throws his hand, taking a deep breath next.
"Did you break up?" He asks, sipping his soda and staring at Chris. He looks at Matt, thinking about leaving the living room, but he just sighs and slowly nods with his head. "I saw the bouquet in the trash."
"She threw on me." Chris says, crossing his arms on his chest as Matt nods with his head, leaning his body to rest the soda can on the coffee table and grabbing the wallet above them. "I went to see her dance, ya' know? But when we were leaving her mother appeared and she saw I was a friend of her, do ya' believe it? I defended her from her stupid mother and all I received was being called a friend." He takes a sharp breath, his eyes burning wanting to cry. Actually, he didn't even know why he wanted to cry. "In the car she got mad at me, said that I never asked her, so she wasn't wrong, damn."
"Wait, you're telling me that you got mad at her because she called you a friend, but you didn't even ask her out?" Matt asks, trying to understand the whole story, but Chris catches his sarcastic tone. He shakes his head in disbelief as he lights the joint on his lips, he takes a hit and a cloud of smoke goes out of his mouth as he says. "She wasn't wrong as much as you think she wasn't, you clearly were just friends with benefits."
"I can't believe that shit, Matt." Chris says, throwing his hands on his lap. Matt giggles letting out a bit of smoke, Chris grabs the joint from his lips and takes a hint.
"Yeah, actually friends with benefits don't have feelings for each other. You're just an idiot."
Feelings. Feelings? Chris never thought of this possibility, because he never thought he would be in love with someone, even though this someone was you. A strange feeling fills his chest, thinking about the moments he spent together with you, all of the deals you went with him, the night you spent together, everything. Since Chris met you, all he wanted was you, he literally blocked all the girls he usually had sex, because you were special. You deserve more than sex, you deserve everything and he ruined everything.
"So you're gonna stay here acting like a stupid or you gonna do anything to fix the things with her?"
"I don't know what to do, actually." Chris assumes. Matt shakes his head.
"Well, she'll be at a party tomorrow night, at Henry's house. I know you hate him, but is your chance to do something." Chris rolls his eyes, he hates Henry, but he can hold it for you, but just for a night. If he sees him again, he'll punch his face for the day he tries to flirt with you. Chris nods, accepting going to the party with his friends, just for you.
"How do you know all that shit? You must've a secret girlfriend." Chris teases, grabbing the joint from his hand again.
"I'm just smarter than you, Chris." Matt says, Chris smacked his shoulder. "And I don't have a secret girlfriend, because I know how friends with benefits work."
[ end of the flashback ]
So, Chris now knows his feelings for you and wants desperately to fix the things with you, but you apparently already find it a new one. He's jealous, of course he's, because his look speaks more than words. Matt offers him a joint, he's doing the deals tonight, since Chris is busy watching you, but he denies. He wants to stay sober, like this he could keep taking care of you, because he didn't trust anyone in this party. He knows he'll not fix anything with you in that drunk state, but at least he wants to know everything is okay, because he cares about you too much to leave you alone somewhere, even though you were with your friends, he's the only one who can keep you safe.
"Shit, doll." Chris mumbles when he sees you lift from the couch and stumble until the bathroom hallway, your friends run to you, but Chris stops them. "I'll take care of her, you did enough for tonight." He says, stepping up his walk to the bathroom.
The door was unlocked, he quickly stepped in and closed the door again. He lowered behind your back, caressing your back and tugging your hair from your face as you put your guts out. Chris sighs, he knows this would happen, you can't drink that much and your stupid friends didn't stop you.
"Get out." You mumble, breathing hard. Chris didn't answer, he just keeps caressing your back until you feel better.
"You good?" He puts his hands on your forehead, lifting your head and pulling you next to his body.
"Mhm." You hum, cleaning your mouth with the back of your hand. You let Chris lay your body against his, you rest your head on his chest, taking deep breaths as he massages your scalp with his fingertips. "I'm gonna find my friends." You say, trying to lift from the ground, but your legs look like noodles, Chris stops you.
"You're not going anywhere in that state, you're going home with me." Chris demands, lifting from the ground and then holds you under your armpits. You're so stubborn, but he's stronger than this.
"Why are you doing this with me? Treating me like I'm a baby!" You huff, resting your hands on the sink, when you almost lose the balance. Chris sighs, he flushes the toilet and asks you to watch your mouth. You did it and he holds you by the waist, in case you lose the balance again. "I'm not going home, you're not my boyfriend."
"I might not, but I still know you, so I'm gonna take care of your drunk ass." He snaps, but regrets when your lower lip turns into a pouty. You look so cute pounding, he almost smiles. "You're going to make this easy for you or I have to carry you to the car?" He asks, you cross your arms against your chest staring at him. "Fine, you choose this."
He grabs your waist and lifts you from the ground, putting his arm under your thighs. You try to fight against him, but you're weaker than him sober, in a drunk state is even worse. Chris walks out of the bathroom, carrying you until his group of friends, looking for Matt. He smiles when he sees you together, but they disappear when he sees you look kinda angry.
"Hey, can I leave with the car?" Chris asks, ignoring you mumbling curses to him. Matt just nods and gives him the car keys, he can leave later with Nate. "Tell her friends she's fine."
"I'm not leaving." You mumble. You give up the fight against Chris, just accept the fact he'll not let you stay in the party.
"You already are, doll." Chris says, laughing.
He walks towards the car, he opens the door for you and gently puts you inside, helping with the belt. When he was walking around the car to get on the driver seat, you start to remember the night of the fight. How upset you feel — and still feeling —, the way you screamed at Chris and threw the flowers on him. The flowers were so beautiful and you just threw them on his face. Suddenly, you feel the urge to cry, the car in silence again making it worse.
"What did you. . . Oh, doll, why are you crying?" Chris asks when he hears your sobs, at first he thought you were trying to say something. He sighs, stopping at the red lights, he turns to you and cleans the tears on your cheeks. "No, no. Don't cry like this, there's no reason."
"I didn't mean to throw the flowers on you, I love that bouquet. They smelled so good and it was so beautiful." You sob, looking like someone has turned the faucet of your eyes on. The tears falling one after another, dripping from your chin. Chris coos, giving you a sad smile, caressing your cheek with his thumb.
"It's okay, babydoll. I'll buy you a new bouquet." Chris says. You take a sharp breath, slowly nodding, cleaning your tears with the back of your hand, but still hiccuping.
"Stop crying now, you're gonna gag."
Your hiccups already stopped when you got home, Chris parked the car and jumped out. He helps you to get out of the car and carry you to the door, Lena is with your purse at the party, but fortunately Chris still has his keys. Chris walks towards the kitchen, putting you on the balcony, he looks for a glass in the cabinet, putting cold water for you. You drink the whole water and give the glass to Chris, mumbling a 'thank you'. He carries you to your room, you're not complaining about anything anymore, actually you snuggle on Chris' chest, slowly falling asleep.
He changes your clothes, even though you are kinda sweaty, doesn't feel right to give you a shower in the state you are in and not resolved yet. Chris just puts on you one of your cute and fluff pajamas and cleans the makeup on your face, like he always does. You smile lazily at Chris, he kisses your forehead, climbing out of the bed to throw the dirty cotton in the trash. He walks back to cover you and say goodnight, but you stare at him with a little pouty on your lip.
"What's wrong, hm? You feeling sick again?" Chris asks as he pats your hair. You shake your head, shifting to the right. "You want me to sleep with you? No, doll, not tonight."
"Just stay with me until I sleep, please." You always convince Chris with a pouty. He nods and slowly climbs on the bed, putting himself under the blanket, he massages your scalp to help you feel drowsy, more than you always are feeling. "I want to say sorry." You whisper.
"We talk by the morning, doll. Just sleep, I'm not going anywhere." He keeps massaging your hair, you just nod and slowly close your eyes, quickly falling asleep. Chris stayed with you for only an hour, when he was sure you wouldn't wake up, he moved towards the couch to sleep there.
He keeps awake for another hour, wondering about you. He's scared, what if you don't want him again and knock you out? Or you throw something worse than flowers on his face? He just wants to fix everything with you and finally ask you out, he's not the best romantic, but he'll do the best for you. He falls asleep at some point, on the couch you used to watch movies, make out and. . . Well, whatever.
You wake up with a terrible headache, at least you're on your own bed. Your stomach groans when you smell the scent of food, you frown your eyebrows wanting to know who's cooking. When you climb out of the bed, your feet are covered with socks, you stretch your hair as you walk downstairs, the smell gets more delicious, your mouth is already watering. To your surprise, when you got in the kitchen, the table had pancakes, scrambled eggs, bacon, you don't like it, just Chris.
Chris was putting boiling water on two mugs, you smell your favorite tea. A smile grows on your lips, you wait for him to turn around and see you. He almost scared himself when he turns and sees you standing there with your eyes puffy and your hair messed.
"I made breakfast." He says, smiling and showing the mugs with tea. You lift your eyebrows, Chris doesn't know how to cook, you look at the balcony and see the delivery bags, you giggle. "Okay, I bought breakfast, but I made tea."
"Thank you, I appreciate it." You say, walking forward the chair, Chris puts your mug on the table near you. You frown your eyebrows in confusion when he puts his mug down and walks to the laundry, he returns with a big bouquet of roses with a little piece of paper, a letter. "Oh, Chris. Thank you, you didn't have to."
"I told you I would buy you flowers." He walks until you, giving you the bouquet. You grab it, holding it next to your nose to smell the scent, Chris kneels down, waiting for you to read his letter. You pick the paper smiling. "Doll, I'm really sorry, I never meant to say what I said. You're the one that I want. With love, Chris." You read.
"So, do you forgive me?* Chris asks, rubbing your thigh, staring at you with puppy eyes. You never saw him look at you like this before, you find it so cute.
"You don't even have to ask!" You say. Chris lifts from the ground and holds your chin, pressing your lips together. You missed his touch so much and Chris missed you too, he was about to fall sick without you. "Wait, I'm sorry for throwing the flowers on you and for not telling my mom we were together."
"You weren't wrong, I never asked you to be my girlfriend, but now I'm gonna bring you on a date and ask you out, like you deserve." He brushes his finger on your cheek, you lean your head on his hand, your heart melting for the way you feel next to Chris. "Don't worry about that anymore, babydoll."
"I adore you, Chris." You say, staring at his blue eyes, your heart beating faster on your chest, your hands sweating and your lips leaned in a big smile.
"I adore you too much, doll." He kisses your lips, his chin brushing against the flowers, he chuckles against your lips. "Damn, I missed you so much."
"Yeah, yeah. I'm not easy to forget." You tease, giving a peck on Chris lips. He rolls his eyes, but you're not wrong. You're so hard to forget. "Chris." You whine. "I'm starving!"
"Fine, let's eat before you get fussy." He says and grabs the bouquet from your hand to put on a glass later.
You eat together, Chris spends the whole day taking care of your hangover. He never felt so happy, for a guy who never expected to fall in love with someone, you completely changed his mind. All he wants is you and no one more in the world, he wants you to be his girlfriend. You really adore him, actually your feelings are slowly turning in more than only adore, Chris was the only guy who ever made you feel passionate, the only one who treats you well. For a girl who never expected to fall in love with a dealer, Chris completely changed your mind.
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