“You’re in debt, sweetheart.” # chris sturniolo
Dealer!chris - smut, dirty talk, one shot, rough?
You’re short on your payment to Chris, how will you make it up to him?
He finally texts you back at 12:38 p.m.
You don’t question it. You never do.
The door opens before you knock, like he’d been standing there waiting.
“Late,” he says, stepping aside to let you in.
“so was your text” you shoot back, trying to sound casual as you pass him. His apartment was hazy, an aroma of weed, musk, and the lingering sent of miss dior parfum. Comforting, which is stupid.
He moves behind the kitchen counter as you stand in front of it. He pulls the baggie out of his low sweatpants with ease. You slide the cash across without thinking, already reaching for it—
Chris looks down at the money, counts it once, then again. His jaw tightens, head tilts just enough for you to notice.
“You’re short,” he says staring at the money. His finger ticking on the counter impatient.
Your stomach drops. “No, I’m not. That’s what you said.”
“Yeah,” he replies calmly, lifting his eyes to yours. “And I told you last time you were behind.”
You frown. “You didn’t say that.”
A slow smile curves at the corner of his mouth. Not amused. Not kind.
“I did,” he says. “You just didn’t wanna hear it.”
He taps the counter again with two fingers this time.
“Every time you come up short,” he continues, voice low, “I let it slide. Told you it adds up.”
You reach for the bag again. He pulls it back.
He leans forward, close enough that you can smell him now, really smell him. His voice drops.
“You’re in debt, sweetheart.”
The words hit harder than they should. Heat crawls up your neck, part anger, part interest.
“I can pay you next time,” you say quickly.
He shakes his head slowly. “That’s the thing. I’m tired of next time.”
Silence stretches between you. The clock on the wall ticks too loud.
“So what,” you snap, “you’re just gonna keep it?”
Then, quieter “I’m gonna collect.”
Your pulse starts racing. “Collect how?”
Chris’s gaze drags over you, slow, deliberate. He straightens, steps around the counter, and suddenly there’s nowhere to go. The door is in front of you. So is chris.
“Relax,” he murmurs. “If I wanted money, you wouldn’t be standing here.”
He looked down at you eyes roaming over your unsure but amused expression.
“You owe me,” he repeats. “And you already know how this works.”
He presses the bag into your palm at last.
“Now,” he says, voice dangerously calm, “are you gonna walk out… or stay and make it right?”
he slid your underwear down, taping your inner thighs, you spread your legs enough to still keep you standing.
he carefully slid his hand up to your mouth. His thumb peeling your lip as he slid two fingers inside your mouth.
“mhm yeah get em nice and wet” he said watching you.
He pulled his two of his fingers out of your mouth slowly, now rubbing small circles onto your soaked clit, you moan im response.
“look at that, you’re already soaked.”He grinned watching as your legs began to weaken.
you whine as he applies more pressure to your pulsing clit.
Chrises head tilts cocky — as your neck swings back
“mfp m-more please” you groan. That’s when Chris stops, your head returned to look at him.
Chris scanned your desperate eyes and half opened mouth.
“ah ah, I think your forgetting you owe me”
a sly grin before his hand snakes around your back grasping your hip. He turns you around and a light but firm push with two fingers on the small of your back. Chills shoot down you.
Face down on the bed he climbs over you his palms at either side of your head. Caging you.
Chris’s hips lower around your ass, his hard pressed against you. You exhale eager for his dick.
“mmm fuuck” Chris moaned sliding into your soaked entrance. “so fucking tight” He said slowly thrusting into you.
you whimper adjusting to his size — your back arches pressing your ass further onto him.
“y’gonna make me cum just from those pretty moans”
His head just above yours, His voice was low but intense.
“ah f-uck chris” you breathed out as his speed increased pumping his dick deep inside you. “don’t - fuck don’t stop” you add as one of his hands move to the back of your head, as he tilts you head up towards him slightly.
“yeah I love watching you take it” Chris half whispered half moaned, he watched your scrunched face and hung open mouth. It only made him go faster.
“m - m’gonna cum chris” Your legs tighten as your pussy clenches. “fuck baby” he groaned — his pace quickens more somehow.
“let it out baby” he moans letting go of your hair as you climax. Your legs shaking beneath him as you bite your bottom lip hard, your chest twitches as moans spill out of your lips.
“fuck ma m’cuming” Chris groaned as his cock twitched inside of you, his back faltering above you causing his chest to press against your back.
your head fell to the bed as you caught your breath, chris lifting himself with his palms jus above you as he panted.
He pulled out slow looking at your drenched cunt. “such a good girl f’me” Chris said giving you a small tap on the ass.
You turned your head back watching him stand up. “i’m never paying you in full again” You said with a small smile as he huffed out a laugh. “good.”.
a/n 💌: First fic kinda nervous. Jk i have 20 more of these in my notes… Anyways thank you for reading this. You can request literally anything. I’m incredibly freaked out. Ok love you bye! (did anyone catch that reference lmk) Brahhhhh sorry about the spacing also, I copied this straight from my notes.
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