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⌗ THE COBRA EFFECT. chris sturniolo

dealer!chris x reader ⌇ CONTAINS ◞ dark themes of addiction, hard drugs, arguing, finger sucking, oral ( m! && fem! receiving ), fingering, hair pulling, slight face fucking, unprotected sex, creampie

WORDS ⸝⸝ 4.4k in which . . . the (𝙘𝙤𝙗𝙧𝙖 𝙚𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩) ; ‘ describes a phenomenon where an incentive designed to solve a problem inadvertently leads to the problem worsening ’

it was a cold and dingy area, the type of place you wouldn't want to be found alone in. yet here you were — head tilted down as you quick walked the route you knew so well.

desperate for a fix you had caved, returning to the place you'd sworn to never see again. it was just as you remembered, your hand desperately reaching to press the buzzer.

your eyes dart around, struggling to see through the rain falling around you as you wait impatiently to be let in. the door clicks, unlocking as you quickly open it to step inside.

you remove the hood of your jacket as you walk up the stairs, counting the door numbers to finally get to his flat. there's an odd smell in the air, one you remembered from all the times you'd been in this building before — slightly unsettling, like mildew.

your hand gently reaches to knock on the door as you fix your hair slightly. you hear the latch unhook from the other side of the door before it's pulled open — chris stood there as he holds the it open.

“long time no see.” he hums, eyes looking over your form as he smirks. you chuckle a little. “yeah, guess so.” you respond with a smile, acting like you hadn't been counting every single day since you last saw him.

the corner of his lips curl up even further, his body shifting to let you in. you give him a small nod before stepping in, your eyes widening ever so slightly as you spot a group of guys sat around a table playing some kind of card game — the air around them cloudy with smoke.

he shuts the door, following your gaze as all they turn to look at you. “ignore ‘em.” he murmurs, heading down the hallway as you hastily follow — not wanting to stay in that room alone for another second.

you're hot on his tail as he opens his bedroom door, searching through his drawers as you take a seat on the bed. “you wan’ sum now?” he asks, already pulling out a small mirror and an old card — answering your question for you.

“uh yeah, sure.” you trail off, chuckling a little as you take off your coat. he frowns, “c’mon then.” he nods towards the door and your eyebrows shoot up as you realise you're going back out. “actin’ like you've neva been here before.” he mutters, amused by your oddly shy persona. you collect your coat, heading back into the hallway as he follows behind.

right before you reach the living room he tugs your arm from behind, pulling you into the small kitchen — an led panel light on the ceiling of the room.

you stand there, unsure if you should be shutting the door or not. he rolls his eyes a little, shifting past you to shut it. “didn’ think i was gonna make you sit in there with ‘em?”

you nod a little in appreciation, before taking a seat — following his actions like a lost puppy. “why not the bedroom then?” you murmur, resting your coat on the seat beside you.

he shrugs, shifting in the chair as he pulls out another baggie of weed. “no good surface.” he responds, your eyes moving over to the mirror now on the table — a baggie of white powder resting on it.

his eyes dart up to yours, hand pushing it closer to you. “have sum.” he tells you, busy rolling himself a joint. you nod, taking a small breath as you get comfortable.

two months. you hadn't in two months. and the worst part was that you weren't nervous — you were excited, your heart thumping in anticipation as you pulled it closer.

you pour some of the substance onto the mirror, you and chris sat in silence as you both somewhat focus on what you're doing. as you lean down to inhale the powder, his eyes linger on your form — watching you for a second with a small smile.

you lean back in the chair, eyes shut as you take in the familiar feeling that you’d missed so much, basking in the immediate rush.

“good, hm?” he mumbles, tongue darting out to lick the paper as you simply nod — bringing your hand up to wipe your now irritated nose.

as it settled in your system, all you could feel was relaxed, so comfortable in the state it put you in — almost like you'd never forgotten what it felt like.

and as your pupils grow wide and you focus up on him, sat in front of you with his joint hanging from his lips, everything comes back. all the days and nights you’d spent here, doing nothing but him and the drugs he offered, so ritual you were able to associate the very state you were in right now with nothing but him.

he leans forward on the table, joint held out for you and eyes silently offering — knowing you better than anyone else as you take it from him. “always got that same look in’ya eyes.” he murmurs, hand coming down to slide the mirror across the table towards him.

you give him a peculiar look, exhaling the smoke upwards. “what d’you mean?” you question, watching him smirk a little — hand working to make a line with the card.

“jus’ sumin’ about it.” he shrugs, eyes locked on the drug in front of him rather than you. “something like what?” you press further, curiously tilting your head as you watch him. he simply shakes his head, smiling to himself before he leans down to do the line — your eyes following as he does so.

his head tips back instantly, body slouching in the chair as he sniffles — rubbing his nose before his gaze returns to you. arms resting on the table, dark eyes looking into yours like there wasn't a single hint of blue left.

“you not gonna tell me?” you ask quietly, only to watch him shrug again — smirking as he motions for you to pass the joint back. you give him questionable looks, brows furrowing as he simply doesn't respond. “nothing?”

he sits back in his chair, arm crossing over his chest as he takes a toke of the zoot. “ain’ sumin’ i can explain.” his response only confuses you further as you sit with it.

you nod a little in acceptance, sitting back in your seat, letting the haze of the drug settle your mind and emotions like a comfort blanket.

“where’d you go?” he murmurs out, earning a small hum of confusion from you. “f’two months. hadnt seen y’around, jus’ fuckin’ — i dunno — disappeared.”

you're hesitant to answer, unsure if you wanna let the words slip out or not, but it's always inevitable for you to tell him the truth. “was getting clean.”

his face shifts. not out of judgement or anger, rather an understanding expression that always did no good for your morals, allowing you to hold his lack judgement up on a pedestal, like a guidance post to keep going down this path that he had no intention of turning you away from.

“so… y’done with that?” he asks. not a glint of anything on his face, no malicious teasing smirk, nor a look of sympathy. just the dead look in his eyes of sheer curiosity.

“the drugs or gettin’ clean?”

he sighs, sitting back in his chair. “dunno, you tell me.” he murmurs out, almost testing. you can't help the way the question stirs your stomach, bringing a sense of anxiety at the choice — like you'd have to fully commit to whatever answer you put out there.

in all honesty, you wouldn't have come back if it weren't for chris. quitting the drugs was hard, sure. but what you really couldn't get away from, was him. and you hated that a part of him knew that too.

“m’done with the drugs.” you mumble out, unsure of your own words. he scoffs a little at the tremble in your voice, challenging the truth behind your words with a simple sly smirk. “don't do that.”

he shakes away the look on his face at the sound of your broken whisper. “sorry, i jus’ uh… don't believe that shit.” he admits honestly.

you frown. offended because he's totally right. you didn't believe that shit either. “why not? it's clear i can stop when i want.” you mutter back, shining a light on the two months of sobriety you'd had.

“‘cept you can't, can ya?”

you roll your eyes, arms folding over your chest in disagreement. yet no words leave your mouth, no argument slips out. because what could you possibly say to that — now sat in his flat, mind fuzzy with the very drugs you swore you didn't need.

he lets the discussion settle for a minute, stubbing out the joint on the small ashtray in the middle of the table, all before the words leave his mouth. “think it's me ya’ can't stay away from.”

they leave your throat dry, like an unspoken issue had just been thrown at your face. no warning, no indication it would ever be spoken of. and the fact that you now know that he knows, that it's more than just a hunch, that hits you hard.

“whyd you let me in, give me the time of day– flirt with me? all when you know i can’t stay away.” you spit out, unexpectedly. you hated the way he made you feel, so out of control — running off your emotions instead of the logic you knew you had. “you like it, fucking get off on it.”

the chair legs scrape across the floor as you get up, swinging the door open to find yourself back in the hallway — everyone from before gone. he follows after you, easily wrapping his hand around your arm to stop you. “quit bein’ a fuckin’ brat, yeah?”

you stare up at him through your glassy eyes, not moving a muscle as his hand keeps its grip on you.

maybe you were afraid, frozen in fear. or maybe you just didn't want to leave, and having him be the one to hold you back sent your pulse racing. a feeling you'd grown to crave from him.

“runnin’ off n’ shit, mid conversation. the fuck is that ‘bout?” he mutters out, letting go harshly — causing you to take a few feeble steps back.

you look away, hating the way his gaze drove into you so deeply — pulling apart every wall you attempted to put up. “i just think i should go.” you mumble, rubbing your hand over your upper arm, still able to feel the heat of his touch as you try to brush it away.

his jaw clenches for a second, eyes darting away in frustration before he sighs, reluctantly. “go then.” he knew he'd taken it too far, grabbing you like that — calling you out as if you didn't already know your own feelings. “get home safe.”

you can only nod, looking up at him and the way he looks so mildly frustrated with both himself, and you. fed up of this.

despite your words and his compliance to let you go, you stand there. still, just looking at him — begging for a reason to stay. and even though you knew the strange comfort he brought you couldn't keep the loneliness away forever, it seemed like the only thing you wanted right now. tunnel visioned and sucked into his orbit. undoubtedly addicted to him in a way that only made you feel lonelier.

he reaches out, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear — soft and delicate, which all of his touches consisted of, despite how he seemed. “we shouldn't."

“shouldnt what?” he murmurs, eyes wandering over your face — feeling the heat on your skin arise as his hand smooths over your cheek. “go back… to this.” you respond honestly, the words burning through your throat.

he doesn't respond, letting his thumb brush over your bottom lip like there were no repercussions to touching you like this. “i can't."

“mm.” he hums, nodding in understanding but not agreement — not trying to coax you into anything, rather letting his body do what it wants. allowing the drugs in his system to control him, and what he really wanted.

you frown back, doing everything in your power to keep your hands to yourself. “i can't, or it'll never go away.”

he knew well enough what ‘it’ was. “what's gonna stop you comin’ back later?”

nothing.

your lips wrap around his thumb that was just hovering over them moments ago, curling your tongue around his digit as your eyes fleet up to lock with his. “fuck.” he breathes out, pushing his thumb further into your mouth — looking into your dilated pupils, letting the warmth of your mouth send surges through his body.

his other hand finds the back of your neck, holding you firmly as he walks you back — the back of your knees hitting the edge of the couch as you willingly lay back.

it was crazy to call the feeling of him kissing you nostalgic, but with the shared drugs in your systems and his hands groping you like you were close to disappearing, in his dingy apartment, on a couch he’d had you more times than you could count — nothing had ever felt this familiar and comfortable, yet so incredibly thrilling.

the way he removes your clothes, attaching his lips to any part of you he can, has your heart pulsing more than any drug he could offer you — the need for more, a craving that had never met its match. and never would.

“so fuckin’ beautiful, doll.” he whispers, letting his breath trail over your skin as he got lower and lower — passing your torso to find his lips pressing soft kisses along the waistband of your underwear.

that sinful look in his eyes was enough to have you breathless, nevermind what he was doing with his mouth as he pulled your panties down further — sliding them off to be added to the pile of your clothes on the floor.

“chris…” your moan trails off as he swipes his tongue over your cunt, deliberate and controlled as the tip of his tongue presses against your clit — fingers digging into your thighs as they instinctively wrap around his head.

the way you lock him in place, suffocating him against your pussy only turns him on more — hips rolling against the couch beneath him as his eyes roll to the back of his head, not stopping him for one second as he licks and sucks at your core, savouring the taste and every pulse you give him.

“god, you’re so fuckin’ addictive.” he groans out, swiping his finger through your slick before they sink deep into your heat — wasting no time as his tongue circles your clit, all whilst his fingers curl up inside you.

it's almost too much, like you were pushing the limits of pleasure, yet knew it could only feel better with the way he toyed with you — knowing every spot that made your head falling off of your shoulders, body aching beneath his as some kind of praise for the way he was pleasuring you.

your reactions almost as good as the feeling of your puffy cunt out in front of him, all for the taking as he got his taste of you — only stopping when his cock couldn't take it anymore.

“fuuuck… i-i can’t, s’too much…” you trail off, muscles turning to jelly as you sink into the couch below you — the drugs only intensifying the feeling. like they always did, coming in a pair with chris making you feel oh so good.

his fingers slide out, coming up to rub over your clit — and for a second you're seeing stars, legs shaking either side of his head. “too much yet you're still takin’ it.” he teases, loving the view of your body arching into his touch — lewd moans falling from your lips loud enough to be too loud, not that he'd ever tell you to be quieter.

“tell me y’want my dick, go on.” he taunts, smirking grimacingly at the state of you. completely fucked out over the feeling of his fingers sliding over your swollen clit. “mmh, fuck. p-please…” it’s all you can get out, eyes fluttered shut with not a single thought behind them.

he leans over you, using his other hand to grab your face — fingers pressing into your cheek. “if y’wan it, tell me.” he mutters out, forcing you to look at him with your drowsy eyes — barely open.

“i… wan’ your d-dick.” you whine out, trying to move out of his grasp and reside back to melting into the sofa. he scoffs, seeming proud of himself as he lets go — leaving your hair and makeup askew as your head falls back.

then his hands are reaching down to unbutton his jeans, quick as his eyes focus on discarding the only clothing left between you. once they're gone, along with his boxers, you're left ogling him — drawn in on the way he gives his cock a few lazy tugs before he moves up.

knees either side of your body, straddling your chest shamelessly to bring you his dick as if it was on a silver platter. “have at it.” he murmurs, holding the base to direct the tip towards your lips.

hesitation isn't even in the question as your mouth opens for him, eyes instinctively meeting his as you take him in — sitting up a little to take him further, flattening your tongue against the underside to feel every pulse of his veins. all that blood rushing down, because of you.

“always look so sexy like this.” he groans out, keeping his eyes on you, refusing to look away as his hand comes up to tangle in your hair — pulling it tight.

a small burn spreads over your scalp, only spurring you on as you struggle to keep the eye contact while swirling your tongue around his thick length. taking him down your throat as far as you can go, just to see that familiar look of pride in his eyes. almost as addictive as the small moans he lets out.

“thaaats it, keep goin’ jus’ like that.” he encourages, gripping your hair tighter to pull your head back and forth — causing you to go deeper and pick up the pace, completely at the mercy of his ministrations. completely willing to be.

you gag around him, eyes squinting shut at the feeling as saliva pools around the edges of your mouth — coating his dick in a sloppy mess that drove him insane. “fuuck, look at you.” he groans, unable to stop his hips from rutting forward — his fingers digging into the back of your head as he keeps you there.

only when he sees the true submission in your eyes, practically begging him to keep going like this, does he let his dick slip further down your throat. gently grinding his hips forward, taking in the feeling of your mouth around him — your tongue still flicking over the head of his cock every time he pulls back.

he feels weak at the knees, feeling you draw out beads of precum just from the way you sucked him in, greedy and desperate for a taste. almost like you had more control than him, despite his grip on your hair, and his hips that couldn't help but push forward, closer to you.

“fuck, you gotta stop.” he grits out, only to be met with your determined eyes and the feeling of your mouth practically suffocating his dick. just the way you knew he liked. “seriously, m’gonna– mh, shit.” he pulls your head back, ragged breathes heaving out as he looks away from your sly smirk — knowing that everything about the way you looked right now would have him cumming in seconds, too close to the edge to easily restrain himself.

“jus’... stop.” he whispers, moving off of you to take a pause, collecting himself as he runs his hands through his hair.

“what? you can't take it when i give?” you tease, sitting up to rest you back against the armrest of the couch. he scoffs, looking over at you briefly before returning his gaze to his dick that throbs against his thigh — begging for some relief. “shut up.”

you can only smile at his comment, watching as his chest rises and falls with ragged breaths, before your hand lingers down your body. it takes a second before he looks back at you, his eyes immediately falling to the way your fingers tease your cunt — running smooth, slow circles over your clit before you let your fingers sink in.

“holy fuuck.” his mouth hangs open ever so slightly as he watches you, dick twitching at the sight, which you don't miss. “don’t… mm.” he closes his eyes, trying to push away the thoughts in order to not embarrassingly cum untouched right now.

“m’just catchin’ up to where you are.” you say ever so innocently, letting a small moan slip out which causes his expression to twitch, brows tied together like he was trying not to let it get to him. “just fuck me, stop stalling.”

“m’not–” he gives up quickly, letting out a small sigh before his body moves up to hover over yours. as your eyes meet, faces only inches apart — you think he's going in to kiss you. yet he doesn't. instead, his hand lowers to where yours is, fingers wrapping around your wrist to pull your fingers out.

you expect a comment about ‘his dick being a better fit’, but he doesn't say a word. only brings your fingers to his mouth before taking them in, sucking you off of your own fingers, right in front of your face — so casually like he knew what he was doing.

you're left breathless, watching his sultry actions before he removes your fingers from his mouth and leans down to kiss you. and tasting yourself on his tongue is something you never thought would have you this wet, this desperate for more of him. “please fuck me.” you whisper against his lips, hardly pausing as they melt against yours.

and the feeling of his dick, filling you up, convincingly fit just for you. it's something that was too good to let go of. too much of a high, or rush of dopamine to ever be something you could live without.

it was a scary thought, of course, but what else could drown out your mind better than this?

he thrusts forwards, gently at first, yet deep — nudging against your g-spot like there was a magnet between it and the tip of his dick. “fuck, this is…” he swallows, already struggling as he pulls back — too scared he’d cum on the spot, to go any faster.

but you know exactly how he feels, dragging your nails across his back to pull him in closer — his lips finding their way to your neck, brushing against your pulse before they start sucking. enough to leave marks that you're sure he'd tell you were just an accident.

“more, just… nghh.” he finds a steady pace, easily drawing back before slipping back in with your wet coating his dick. it's everything you need and more, giving you the kind of pleasure that truly relinquished you of any other thought. nothing but him, and the feeling.

the connection you'd built to get to this point, of knowing each other's bodies well enough to have you both blissfully unaware of anything else in existence in this very moment.

“i’m gonna fuckin’ cum, swear i’m… fuck.” you can feel the concentration as his body tenses, breath brushing against your ear as he speaks. the way his fingers dig into your skin hard, and his arms that are wrapped around you seem to flex like you were the only thing keeping him grounded.

“i want y-you to— shit, i—” you're not making any sense, not that it matters to him as he kisses your neck in an attempt to distract himself from coming undone, getting carried away as his teeth graze your skin.

it's not hard to tell he's about to snap as you feel him bite down on your shoulder, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to sting in a pleasurable way. then you feel a warmth, his cum spilling into you. rope after rope — followed by a lewd moan that has you shivering despite the sweat between you.

“ho–oly fuuuck, fuck doll.” he groans, repeating it over and over again as he continues to grind into you, filling you up until you can feel it dripping out every time he pulls back.

but he doesn't stop, ignoring the way his cock gets overstimulated by the feeling of your cunt wrapped around him. letting his body hum with a slight discomfort and lack of control, only focused on making you cum around him.

his hand unravels from around you, finding its way to your clit. and that's all you need, feeling the familiar feeling consume you before it snaps — waves of pleasure rushing through you as you moan out. “chris, chris… fuck– please.”

if it weren't for the addictive feeling of your walls fluttering around him, he would've pulled out by now. but having you underneath him like this, holding you in order to feel the way your body shook. it was something he craved far too much to let go of.

when he finally pulls back, leaving you out of breath and hazed, he looks down to see the mess. his now soft dick slipping out, covered in your slick and his own cum. he can't help but swipe his fingers through your folds, spreading his cum around as if it didn't have you twitching from the sensitivity.

“fuck, look at you.” he breathes out, watching your pussy pulse out whatever cum was left. one of the dirtiest scenes he'd ever seen, like he'd found his guiltiest pleasure.

it's an uninterrupted high, nothing but relief throughout your body. you'd even go as far as calling this moment perfect, like every other afterglow you'd ever had with chris.

but that's exactly the feeling that made this so bad for you. craving something so addictive that was impossible to find in anything else. having to live with the fact that nothing would ever compare. so you either live an unfulfilled life without it, or let it consume you and tie you down. curing your loneliness, that itch only chris could scratch. only for this to take it’s place.

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