Charlie Dompler x Reader 🔞
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Charlie's eyes went from locked onto his game to suddenly meeting with yours, he seemed somewhat baffled at the idea.
“I wanna top you.” You repeat and cross your legs. You lean a bit back against the soft couch you two rested on. Charlie didn’t look away from you, but still said nothing.
His character in game started taking damage…. “Uh. Charlie?” You looked at the tv. That seemed to break him out of it, he scrambled with the remote to kill the enemy before quickly pressing pause.
“Top? Like you want to-?” Charlie's mind starts to wander with the thought. “W- what does that… entail?”. Charlie seems hesitant to ask the question.
“Well… I’d be the one taking up most of the control.” You said, trying to keep the terms simple. Charlie shifted in his seat, “I don't think I’ve ever…” He said a little under his breath. “You want to do that?” He asks, a little judgmental, but curious nonetheless. “Yeah. I’ve done it before, it’s real fun.” Charlie doesn’t seem completely opposed to the idea yet.
“I just… would I be bad at it?” Charlie asks innocently. You hold back a giggle for his sake, “No, I’d be doing most the work anyway… all you have to do is sit there and look pretty.” You flirt. Charlie fidgets with the fabric of his hoodie. You continue “And just not try and take any control… which can be hard for you.” You say like some sort of sex therapist, knowing how power-high he can get. Which you love. But don’t tell him that.
Charlie groans and rolls his eyes at your observation, “Like what- … what would you be actually doing though…?”. You shamelessly smile while thinking about how you’d go about it, Charlie basically giving you an excuse to indulge in a fantasy. “I’d like to give you the pillow princess treatment.”
“…What?” Charlie eyebrows drop. Wow, he really hasn’t done this before. “Uhm..” You mumble and try to think about how to explain this. “I’d basically make you feel really good… the focus would be on you.” You notice Charlie’s cheeks start to blush a light orange. “Oh… Wow.” His eyes drop to the ground.
“And preferably…” You know you have to say it, it’s better to just get it out in the open. So you force your brain to rip the words out your throat. “I’d also fuck you…like… with a strap?” Charlie's eyes go wide. “I-…” He mumbles before preferring to stay silent.
“Of course you don’t have too!” You hurry to comfort him. “There's lots of other ways for me to top… thats just what I mean by it.” You have a funny feeling he’s not going to like the idea. You let Charlie sit in silence a while to process it. Based of how long this is taking, its probably a no- “does it actually feel that good?” Charlie quickly asks.
“Y-Yeah!” You blurt out in excitement before realizing how loudly you said that. “I mean- uh…yeah. especially for guys… you know cause-“ Charlie quickly waves his hands in the air. “I know. I know..”
Charlie scratches at his head, “But…You said you’ve done it before?”. You nod quickly, “Yeah! And it’s okay it’s your first time. I want you to feel good, so I have no problems with going slow.” Charlie seems to lean back into the couch for a good hard think. And you’re just now starting to fathom that he might actually be as into it as you are.
“How do you feel about that…?” You say slowly, trying to get him to open up. Charlie slowly starts to articulate his words, “I’m- not… entirely against it.” Your eyes light up at his admission and you can’t help but shift a little closer in your excitement. Charlie smiles a little at your goofy grinning face, “I just… I’ve never before… I might not be the best at- … taking it.” Charlie seems to cringe at his words.
You rush to comfort him, “That’s okay! I’m not going to push you very far. And if you decide you don’t like it you can always say.” You lean a bit closer to him. “I’d love to take my time with you.” Charlie’s face is now a permanent light orange. “oh-okay.” He looks away from you to conjure up the words, “yeah. okay… sure.”
You immediately jump into his lap, covering him with kisses from his nose to his cheeks. “Oh Charlie! Thank you! You’re so perfect.” Charlie’s nervous hands stay in the air as you continue to smother him with love. You watch his hands slowly grow more greedy, holding you by your ribs and slowly making his way down.
You give him a sly smile, “so… when do you wanna try?” Charlie peeks at the clock on your apartment wall. 8:34pm. “Uhm… is- is tonight okay?” He mumbles. Your brain practically spins with excitement but… “when’s the last time you ate?” You shamelessly ask, not knowing if he knows why you ask. He gives you a weird look at the sudden question, “uh… since this morning, when Pim brought in those doughnuts…. why?” You can’t help but find his innocence in this situation kind of hot. Damn corruption kink. “No reason…” You lie, there is definitely a reason. “You shit today?” Charlie jumps at the sudden question, “What-! Why would-?” You give him a look.
You basically watch the dots connect in his head. “oh… ew.” Is all he says. You laugh at him, “pft…not very hot?” You ask, still clinging onto him. “no….but…. yes I have.” You smile at his embarrassed honesty. “I’d rather ask than deal with the consequences. And I think you’d prefer that too.” You tease, and Charlie looks away in his embarrassment. “Yeah, you're right… so… does that mean we can?” Charlie asks.
You lift yourself up to give him a shit-eating grin (dare I say literally) , “Hmm? You excited?” You watch his face change as you call him out, “I’m- just! Making sure… is all.” Your eyelids lower, “righhttt…” You go back to hugging him, resting your head on his shoulder. “Well yes- we can.” You answer.
You wrap your arms around him probably a bit too tightly… Charlie gives a slightly worried smile, “Cool… cool.” He mumbles, Obviously not sure how to handle the situation. You immediately jump off his lap in excitement. “I’ll be right back!” You quickly walk to your room. Charlie sits nervously, wondering what you’re going to get.
He hears you shuffling around in there before you finally pop your head back out, holding- … “is that your weed bag?”. Charlie asks, his addict brain already hoping for what’s might to come. “Mhm.” You hum, and make your way over to the coffee table. You place the bag down and sit comfortably on the floor, the coffee table at the perfect height for you to be able to fiddle with your things. “Need you nice and relaxed don’t we?” You start to unzip the little black bag.
Charlie joins you on the floor and you sit across from each other. “I thought you wanted the rest for this weekend?” He questions. “Well I did-“ You pull out your bowl, grinder, etc. “But you are way more important.” Charlie takes the odd compliment. And you start to grind up the rest of your bud. You notice Charlie’s fidgety hands. “Hey…” You look at him sweetly, “Don’t worry hun… we’re taking this nice and slow. Enjoy yourself, play your game.” A smile slowly crept its way onto his face,
“yeah- … alright.” Charlie reached back behind him to grab the remote, before focusing on his game again.
You take your time with the bowl. Making sure it’s packed tight enough. You watch Charlie slowly lose himself in the game again, and you peek at the screen every now and then to see how he’s doing.
Once you finish packing the bowl, you make sure to clean up whatever weed bits fell on the table. You start to dig around in your bag for a lighter before finally noticing the bright pink of it. You take out the lighter and place it next to the pipe, packing up the rest of the stuff you had back in your bag. You stand up and wiggle around the bowl in his face, “She’s all ready for you…” You say in a strange lustful tone. Charlie snorts at your words and gives you a weird look, before pausing the game and standing up.
You both make your way to your apartment balcony, like clockwork. Can you tell they’ve done this an unhealthy amount?
You both take your designated seat on the outdoor furniture, watching as cars fly by. There's one thing you know about your’s and Charlie’s relationship, that it’s bloomed over your shared love of pot and critter/people watching.
You try to hand the bowl to Charlie, He gives you a look. “What happened to who packs it gets the first hit?” You roll your eyes and shove the objects in his hand anyway. “Tonight is about you, I’m willing to sacrifice my packing rights.”. “Alright….” He lets out a fake sigh, “I mean If you insist…” He says slyly before taking the first hit. You watch as the smoke goes with the light wind, “So what’s your safe word?” Charlie seemed ick’d by the question, “Will we need one?” He asks.
“Always have a safe word.” You repeat like it’s been taught to you in school. “Especially with new things like this.” Charlie seems to understand as he places the pipe and lighter on the small glass table between you two, free to whoever wants it. “I guess…. Pim?” You sit in shock before laughing a little “What? Ew, no.” You take the pipe. And Charlie continues, “What? It’s effective, you know, a mood ruiner.” You take a hit while he explains, then smoke pours from your mouth as you speak, “Wow. I cannot believe you would say that about your own best friend.” You tease. Charlie quickly corrects himself, “Not like that! I mean it could be anyone- just something that will rip you out of it, real fast.”.
He’s not wrong. “Okay but anyone but Pim… please.” Charlie thinks, “How about… April?” You choke on nothing, “My MOM?!”. Charlie laughs at you, “You said anyone but Pim!”. You place the pipe back down, “Yeah, but NOT my MOM! Oh god- it’d make me feel more worse than I already would.”
“That’s the point! That’s what I’m saying- it’s effective.” Charlie adds. “No, nonono, No way. Not happening.” You make your stance clear, but you can’t help but crack a smile at how ridiculous the idea is.
“Fine, fine…” Charlie says and thinks about what else to pick. “What about Mip?” He asks. “That guy that tried to bomb a princess?” You recall. Charlie nods, “mhm.”. You lean back in your chair, “Yeah… that could work. Basically the same as Pim though.” Charlie eyebrows furrow, “What? How?”. You give Charlie a look, “Seriously…? Pim. Mip.”. It takes him a second but it clicks. “Oh…oh”. “You actually didn’t notice?”
“No, I guess I didn’t… Wow. Man, I think I have something to work out with Pim.” You pass him the bowl. “You mean cause you basically almost kissed a copy of Pim?” You tease him.
Charlie groans at the comment, “I really do not want to think about it right now-“ You laugh at Charlie, though you don’t blame him. 7 years is a lot of time to suddenly bring up anything romantic. “Pims a nice guy. Like too much for his own good. I’m sure whatever happens will be fine.” You try to comfort him.
Charlie uncomfortably shifts in his seat, like even thinking about it brings him stress. “Nothing's gonna happen anyway. I still don’t- well I’m still not sure-“ You watch Charlie struggle to formulate his thoughts.
“I’d just never thought I’d be into a guy- It’s just difficult to know how to go about it.”You feel for him, figuring out your sexuality as an adult, or at all, can be pretty daunting. You rub his shoulder, “I know. But no one’s asking you to make any choices right now. This stuff takes a lot of time to figure out. And it’s Pim, no matter what you say, he’ll hear you out.”
Charlie's eyes stay glued to the ground for a while, clearly something on his mind. Suddenly he lets out a frustrated groan. “And now I’m letting you peg me?!?” He whines. “You don’t have too!” You say quickly. “No! No. I want to. I really want to.” He says with a huff. You flush a little at his admission. “That’s the problem! I never thought I’d be into- just- …is it weird that I want that?”
“No! Not at all. I want this too, I asked I wanted it so bad!” You hope to comfort him. “And dude, how many people on this earth want it up the ass?” Charlie scoffs and you continue, “A shit ton, that’s how many. It’s not weird at all!”
Charlie finally rips his eyes away from the floor, opting for the dark sky. “Yeah… I guess there's no point in me denying it…” Charlie mumbles, him clearly still trying to get past it.
Watching him like this makes you have the strongest urge to cuddle and love on him tonight, and you find your legs moving on their own. You slowly crawl into his lap again and wrap your arms around his neck. His hands find your hips as you feel him lay his head on your weight.
“Whatever happens, we’ll still love you man.” You lay a kiss on his shoulder. You can feel Charlie’s grip tighten around your hips, “pfft… you’re so cheesy.” Charlie helps you lift yourself back up to look at him. Still straddled comfortably on his lap, “daww.. come on, you love it.” You give him a sweet smile. Charlie rolls his eyes, but his blushing face tells you all you need to know.
You watch Charlie reach for the pipe and lighter, helping himself to an especially long hit. Your hands travel down to his sides. When Charlie weens off the hit, you suddenly find him kissing you. Pushing the smoke into your mouth. The whine you let out from shock is horrifically embarrassing. But all you find yourself doing is pushing back into the kiss, trying your best to breathe in the mass amount of smoke. Charlie hums as you accept and and he makes sure you take the kiss with a push on the back of your head.
God, it makes your head spin. And the smoke in your system isn’t helping. He takes his time with the kiss, making sure to invade every part of you. And when he finally pulls back, and the smoke is free’d, It’s embarrassing to feel how wet you got just from one sudden kiss. And it’s obvious on your face.
Charlie laughs at you. And you push on his chest, “shhuttt up.” You whine, and Charlie takes your wrists before you can push yourself farther away from him. “You sure you like to top?” He asks slyly. You groan, “Yes, just- that caught me off guard…”. Charlie gives you a very aware smile. “And no doing that tonight.” You remind him. “Remember I’m the one doing the work.”
All Charlie gives in response is a sarcastic “Right.”.
“I mean it! I can’t do what I have to with you being so pushy the whole time.” Suddenly an idea comes to your attention, and you just have to get it out. “Orrr… I could tie you up if you don’t listen.” You give him a cheeky smile.
Charlie grips onto your sides tighter like the idea of not being able to touch you is an immediate threat. “You wouldn’t.”. You think about his words. It’s not a no. But you have to confirm. “I would…” You say and lean a bit closer to him. “Would you like that?” You say almost in a whisper. You can feel Charlie’s breath hitch, “I-…” He thinks for a second. “God- yes. I would…” He admits under his breath. You giggle like a schoolgirl, “I knew you would!” You bring him into a hug. “You’re perfect for me… and so good too.” You saying that makes you realize that your high hit a while ago. And it’s certainly affecting you, making you extra lovey.
You can feel Charlie’s breath go heavy, and where usually a snarky remark goes gets replaced with an uncontrollable hip push into your heat. Charlie’s hands subconsciously making their way lower on your back. You lift yourself off him to get a good look at his face. His eyelids heavy. “You really liked that didn’t you…?” You say lowly, “ ‘never told me you were a fan of praise…” You tease and your hands grow greedier at the sight of him like this. They go from his sides down to his hip bones.
“m’sorry” Charlie grumbles. That word in his voice definitely shouldn’t affect you as much as it did. But, god- it makes you want more.
You reach for the pipe that rests on the table, and push the weed down with the back of your lighter. You face the pipe to Charlie and hold the choke for him. He places his lips on the pipe and you light the small amount left for him. When he pulled away you breathe in whatever’s left.
Charlie looks high. And you’re sure you do too. You place the pipe down for the last time. “Charlie?” You say quietly. He hums in response.
“Wanna take us to the bedroom?”
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THIS IS ONLY THE BEGINNING!! Dun dun dunnn….
