the type of prone bone where he rests his forehead against the back of your head, heaving breath as rolls his hips so steadily into you... with every thrust he's pushing your ass up, bringing your pussy closer to him so he hits deep... having him pressed against your back feels so comforting, so safe, but also so hot. the temperature between you gets warmer by the second, and before long his every move is sticky and slippery and sweaty, but it feels sooo good... the overwhelming physical contact gets you that much closer to cumming, and his cock slides into you so perfectly... it feels so damn good that you start sobbing between moans of pleasure, completely lost in the feeling, until his voice cuts in from all the panting he's been doing, resting his lips against your shoulder before gently craning your head back with a hand under your jaw...
dude i just saw your post about your ex and it made me realize im STIL in that FUCKING SERVER somehow ahdfsjds
(though its probably my fault for being too lazy to leave any of the 50+ servers im in)
and i just went on it for the first time since we all left to see what you were talking about and oh my GODDD obsessed isnt even the right word lmao like they need a hobby
dude i just saw your post about your ex and it made me realize im STIL in that FUCKING SERVER somehow ahdfsjds
(though its probably my fault for being too lazy to leave any of the 50+ servers im in)
and i just went on it for the first time since we all left to see what you were talking about and oh my GODDD obsessed isnt even the right word lmao like they need a hobby
summary: it’s wrong. charlie knows it’s wrong. but it feels so right.
warnings: smut!!! pure smut. also charlie’s a perv
a/n: hey! it’s been like forever since i’ve written so i hope this is okay. by the way this drabble inspired by a conversation i had with @slmcclsgirl!! they are a genius and without them i wouldn’t have made this. you should definitely check them out if you haven’t they’re so cool. also im probably gonna do more of perv!neighbor charlie since i liked this a lot, but let me know if you do too!
Charlie shouldn't be doing this.
He knew it was wrong. Really fucking wrong. But he was past caring. He looked around your bathroom, taking a breather.
None of this was his fault. He was honestly the victim here. You were the one who bent yourself over to grab something, positioned just right to set his mind running. It wasn’t Charlie’s fault his natural instincts kicked in.
His hand going to grab the lotion that you kept inside your cabinets, however, was.
Charlie sighed, looking back down at his growing problem. As images of you flooded back into his mind, he knew the what would be the quickest way to solve this.
A quickie. He’d be completely silent, and be out before you could ever know. It was best for the both of you, honestly. He wouldn’t wanna go back to you with his mind still wandering.
A dime of lotion squirted onto his palm. He took it to his nose, taking a whiff. Shit. It smelt like you too. He almost groaned, taking in the scent as the weight of how he was about to secretly violate you hit him.
Charlie rubbed it into his hands to unzip his fly, boner popping out. He squeezed more lotion, doing his best to stay calm at the sensation. God he wished it was you. He closed his eyes, hitting a new low as he jerked himself off in front of your toilet.
His mind went back to you, bent over. Then to the time he peeped into your window when you forgot to close the blinds. Then the drawings he had. All of that, until suddenly he heard you.
“Charlie? You okay in there?”
He thought he was imagining it, thinking it was his fantasy of you asking as you jerked him off, until you knocked a second time.
“Charlie?”
“Haah— Fuck.” Charlie muttered, trying to get any words out without giving himself away. How was he supposed to stay composed when your sweet innocent voice was on the other side of that door, without a clue of what was going on. “Sorry, I’ll uh, be right out!”
“Oh, that’s cool. Take your time!”
He nodded, stifling a moan with an ‘mhm’. You were so clueless, so perfect. He imagined what would happen if he opened the door, showing you how you made him feel. What you made him do.
The scent of your lotion crept back up to his nostrils, pushing him closer to a climax. Low groans slipped from Charlie’s lips as he lost more control. He tightened his eyes, closing them further as he imagined his own hand was yours. He muttered your name, with a harsh release.
Charlie panted, eyes open and the fantasy over. Now he was back to being simply your neighbor, who was supposed to be over for a nice hangout, and not jerk off in your bathroom.
He cleaned himself up, Flushing the toilet and running the water as he rinsed off his hands.
Charlie grabbed the bottle of lotion a final time, taking another smell to savor the moment. He heard your footsteps again, and quickly put it back before going to open the door.
“You’re back! I was starting to think you fell in.”
Really fixated on the C.harlie puppy play + feedism scenario where you don't outright let him eat but make him stay still and sit. Just like a dog he has to be good and obedient for long enough to deserve a treat. He whines and trembles with anticipation and hunger. Doesn't speak a word and the only noises that come from him are sad pathetic noises from his mouth and the background rumble of his empty stomach. You stroke his hair and shush him as you promise he just has to wait a little more, but still tease him for being such a desesperate puppy
