When you were 17, you met this tall, blonde with a funny voice and a weird way with words you couldn't quite understand. His name was Hosea. He didn't give you his last name. I guess he didnt feel obligated. Maybe he just knew he didn't want you to find out the life he led.
You see Mr.Matthews was a bit of a con. A huge trickster. He didn't grow up in money. So he found his way around. You on the other hand were born into money. Sometimes you couldn't tell if he actually liked you or just wanted to steal from you. He was still a sweet talker no matter what. He'd always call you "Pretty woman" not in a condescending way, but like he genuinely meant it.
He got into some serious trouble a few years back, and you havent seen him since. Now youre 26, and living alone, in a new town. You hear a knock on your door, and open it to an all familiar smell of cigarettes and sweet cologne.
"Well if it ain't Mr.Matthews." You say as you cross your arms, leaning on your doorframe.
"Pretty woman, oh my god." He smiles, his eyes light up. "Let me guess, you trying to steal from me?" He looked down ashamed at the accusation, so indeed he probably was. "I didnt know. That you lived here." He rubs the back of his neck with his hand, embarrassed. "Well, the old lady moved out. I moved in. Do you maybe wanna come in? But no stealing." He nods and walks inside of your home, taking off his shoes.
"Still looking handsome as ever." You smile and sit in the couch. He shakes his head. "Oh be honest, I was never really a looker." He states. But you didn't believe that. You always thought he was quite nice looking. He had an aire about him. "Mr.Matthews, you are the most insecure man i know." You joke, he knows youre only joking but it did hurt him a little.
He looks down, his pinky slowly traces patterns onto your hand. His soft touch felt like heaven. He always did have the softest hands, even if he did the world's hardest work. "I missed you my pretty woman." He moved closer to you. "How many woman you had eyes for in the last few years? Hosea Matthew's still the same lover boy?" You tease. "I only ever had eyes for one woman." He kisses you softly. It was sudden. His lips, like his hands were soft, sweet slow. You giggle and push him away, playfully slapping his chest. "Mr. Matthew's! You dirty man. Youre quick, hm?" You laugh. "Why should I be slow with the woman I never stopped loving."
You freeze. "Hosea..." he doesnt allow you to speak before grabbing the sides of your face, taking your lips onto his again. "Oh, my pretty woman." He pushes you onto your back while sat on your couch. "You cant seriously wanna fuck–" he interrupts. "Make love." He corrects. "Make love. You want seriously wanna make love to me after not seeing me for 3 whole years." You ask. "Yes...my beautiful woman, yes. Youre my heaven in the middle of hell. The one girl I never forgot about. You're everything. And i would be wrong to deny fate."
"Seeing you...woman, you make me wanna be a better man." He whispers sweet words in your ear as he kisses down your neck. "Hosea." You moan softly, it only fuels his desire for you. He moves to kissing your lips, and groans softly. His hands tangled in your hair as he slowly attacked your lips with long, deep kisses. It really did feel right. His tongue clashes with yours in a heated battle. "Youre like cherry pie, my love." He says slowly. "What does that mean?" You laugh. "Way too sweet but way too addicting to stop eating." He moves down, pulling at the shorts you were wearing. "Do you want me to, well you know?" He was never the type to outwardly say it. It always embarrassed him. Which was odd. He was so confident, but sex embarrassed him. "Please..." he begged. "Yes." You reply. He smiles and takes your shorts off along with your thin lacey panties. "My beautiful woman...im going to eat you alive." He buried his head in your thighs, his tongue slowly gliding up your beautiful slit. He takes his time. He starts sucking gently on your clit, not moving his eyes from yours. You were already so weak. He reaches up and starts playing with your breasts. He always loved them. A bit too much. He dropped your nipples around with his fingers. "Sweet woman...how I crave you." You remove your shirt, and bra so he could have a better feel of your body. "perfect...perfect woman." He whispers and gently slaps one of your breasts before squeezing it. "Hosea mmmm...my g-god" your breath hitches as he tongue dives deeper into your beautiful, sweet flower. He slowly inserts two fingers. They curl up inside of you. You throw your head back, moaning softly. His eyes roll back in pleasure. "You make me want to do disgusting things sweet woman"
He eats you out with vigor. Like its his last meal. Every suck, lick, it felt personal. "I wanna see you cum all over my fucking hands and nose. I could eat you out for hours." He states and unbuckles his jeans. He takes his pants off, and starts slowly stroking his cock while continuing to eat you out. "Hosea...s-slow down im really close...I dont wanna make a mess." He laughed softly. "I want you to." Your legs start shaking, your breath becoming heavier. He eats you out faster. You cum hard on his face. He licks up every bit of cum you release from your body. His face soaked. "Youre a mess." You state.
This story entails a sweet little modern charles AU Enjoy!!! ❤️
°•°☆ This is only part one. ☆°•°
A Few months ago, you never imagined you would soon be in a room full of middle aged men, who had been far too drunk the second they walked into the rage filled building itself to even realize where the hell they were.
But yet again, here you are. Your family loves wrestling. If it was the only thing they could watch for the rest of their lives, they would. You on the other hand, hated it. You hated all the noise, the blood, the fighting. It was so gross to you. You were quite posh in a way, which separated you from your family.
"Big time city girl, can't stand a little bit of fun," they'd say. You wanted to show them that it wasn't true. So upon invitation to go see a show, you agreed, against every bone of your body wanting to say no.
Right now youre sat in your seat, miserable. You excused yourself to the restroom, but your family urged you to wait. It was all about to start. That's why you wanted to leave. You stay sat anyway.
You look down at your phone, mindlessly scrolling the internet until they called the names of them men and you look up. You see a tall, broad, muscular man in front of you. He had raven black hair, and his hands were huge. You were suddenly very interested.
You learned his name was Charles. Charles Smith. Your family cheered for him, most of the people there did. He was famous. He made eye contact with you as you were staring at his beautiful lips. You look up. He smiles and mouths something you couldnt quite understand, but you saw his manager smack him upside the head. Must've been wind.
All you do is watch him, the entire fight until he throws that winning punch. You stand and cheer as everyone else does, and on the way back to the car, your mom looks at you, "I see you enjoyed the match." She stated. "Mhm, it was okay, I guess. A bit stupid, but...okay?" You claim, you lied. You loved it. Loved him. Your mom laughs and your family goes their separate way.
You start your car and start to pull out of the parking lot when you hear a knock on your car window. You roll it down, its him.
" Excuse me, Miss?," He asks. You look at him, a faint blush on your face. "Yes," you respond " Something wrong?" He smiles, and hands you your phone. "Quite the opposite. I found your phone. Left my number, call me sometime." He doesnt let you respond. He just walks away like it was nothing. When you roll up the window, you have a huge smile on your face. Was this real? Was he real? Or was he another fuck boy who could get any girl he wanted?
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