Zip bomb 2 HEHEHEHE
Sweetheart Stalker! Slimecice x fan! reader. MDNI, NSFW under the cut.
Some plot, mostly porn. The fan bit isn’t too major but is mentioned in passing a couple of times. He makes good use of you being at his place is all I’m saying. Kinda drunk reader, more like tipsy, fully aware, just a little buzzy. Face fucking, riding, then missionary. 4.1k words.
I'm surprised at how much I wrote, it felt like it just kept going… I know I'm a little late, but its also much longer, so I'd say good trade. Enjoy!!
It has been a couple of months since Charlie finally got access to your phone, and he has been making full use of it. Having maybe too many videos from when you were posing in your phone camera or whenever you masturbated saved in a locked folder on his computer. Once he spotted plushie merch of his through your phone camera, he had an idea.
Sneaking into your house when he knew you weren’t home, swapping out the plushie for an identical one but with a sewn-in camera, basically invisible unless you got another, and comparing them side-by-side. Which was very unlikely, and at that point, he’d probably send you a ‘special’ plushie.
Tonight was a friend's 21st birthday, so it was pretty obvious how it would be celebrated. A nice restaurant followed up with a bar not too far away. You couldn’t deny you got a little lost in the fun of it all, laughing with friends and drinking extra because “it was a special night, and I can excuse just one more.”
When Charlie notices your location was at a bar just around the corner from his place, he couldn’t help himself from going there too. He told himself he’d only look out for you, just in case a creep spiked your drink or something. Though he was secretly hoping you’d come up to him.
As he walked into the bar, his eyes found you like magnets meeting. Finding a seat before settling to just watching you. Trying not to look creepy, but it’s hard to not look creepy when you’re being creepy. Desperately trying not to stare and get himself caught. Erratically glancing between you and his drink.
But apparently he wasn’t the worst creep in this bar (or at least he told himself that.) His eyes stuck to your drink as he watched a guy put some weird powder into it. Watching it made his blood boil, the idea that some asshole would do that and the fact that the guy was so desperate for you he’d drug you to get you home.
He immediately got out of his seat. His walking was purposeful, and he quickly grabbed at your arm before you could take a sip from the drugged drink. Yet, he was too late. You took a huge swig before he could reach you.
“Sorry, but I noticed the guy in green put some weird powder in your drink. Are you okay...?” He cautiously asked, his hand softly holding onto your wrist to prevent you from taking another drink. What he said next was all jumbled in your memory, but knowing he somehow convinced you to go home with him…
To be fair, he seemed sweet, you were tipsy, and he was (or at least looked like, you couldn’t tell) a YouTuber you really liked. So what the hell, sure. Leaning some of your weight onto him, letting him help you move with a little mandhadneling. Stumbling slightly since your feet were hurting, and the high of the alcohol had yet to start wearing off. Basically falling into the seat of his car with a sigh.
He’d love to take you to your house, but that'd be weird, right? You hadn’t told him your address, so him knowing it would probably freak you out… His place it was. “Do you want some water? Painkillers?” He asked, his eyes briefly flickering to you in his passenger seat, trying desperately not to get a hard-on simply because you were so close. “Both would be nice.” You softly hummed out, eyes stuck on his face, unsure if you were just crazy drunk or if your favourite YouTuber was driving you home. “Both should be in the glove box,” he added sweetly, keeping his eyes on the road and one hand on the wheel as he leaned to the side and opened up the glove box for you.
Your drunken brain meant you fumbled around with all the random things in the glove box before finding the box of painkillers and a bottle of water. It took me maybe too long to read the words on the box to make sure you weren’t taking something random.
The pills are going down without a hitch, and the water feels like heaven. Slightly cold and hydrating. You basically chugged it, drinking as much as possible before needing to breathe. Soft pants leave you once you've downed half the bottle at once. Not taking another minute to down the other half.
It felt like it wasn’t long before you were at his place, your weight on him as you stumbled into his house. Simple, yet not barren. Nothing particularly stands out about his place: normal size, normal furniture, normal layout. Your eyes roamed as he fetched you a glass of water.
The soft clink of the glass against the coffee table brings you back to the present. God, he was hot, his build making you feel like a creep for staring. And he was sweet, taking you back to his place and obviously not even trying to initiate anything. It was hard not to develop a crush with how perfect he seemed.
Half-lidded eyes looking him up and down slowly, taking in his physique and face. You don’t know what came over you, maybe it was the fact that you were still drunk. But you couldn’t help yourself. Pulling him into a kiss, your hands caressing the back of his neck to keep him close, and your lips met. The kiss lasted too long to not be something he was also thinking about.
His mind grew fuzzy, just naturally accepting your kiss, it was something he had dreams about on the regular, there was no way he’d be able to stop himself. His hand rested on your cheek as he continued to press his lips into yours. A mixture of yours and his saliva coated both your lips. Only for him to come to his senses in a flash.
“I would love to, but you’re drunk, taking advantage of you in this state would make me as bad as the guy who spiked your drink.” He muttered it out, using every ounce of self-restraint in his body to push you away, no matter how much he wanted to just give in. “I’ve sobered up enough to be aware… I know I’m drunk, but I also know I won't regret this.” You softly hummed, hands still running up and down his neck, “I’m not even tripping over my words or falling over.” You added, trying to convince him you were sober enough to consent.
Swiftly being surprised by a kiss as he gave in to both your begging and his desperation to fuck you. Pressing your body into his and returning the kiss once you're settled into it. Slowly pushing him back onto his couch, careful not to bump into any of his furniture. The kisses were desperate and sweet as you both moved. “There's no way I could say no to you.” He muttered out in the small breaks between the kisses.
Quickly sitting into his lap, your hands on his chest as the kisses continued. His tongue is basically down your throat. Slowly sliding your hands down, stopping at the hem of his dumb alpha wolf shirt. Hiking up under the hem, feeling his bare stomach, his skin warm against your hands. Watching his head fall back as you slowly hiked up his shirt made you grin. Enjoying it as you simultaneously pulled up his shirt and felt up his body.
Throwing the shirt to the side before starting to pepper kisses along his body. From his chest to his cheek, leaving small red marks and tiny hickeys behind with each bite. Only pulling away when you felt him tug at your shirt. “May I?” He asked, just double-checking before trying to take your shirt off.
All it took was a nod before he was practically ripping it from your shape. Discarding it in a pile with his shirt before setting his hands on your sides. Softly running up and down your waist as he moved in and kissed at your neck. The bites slightly stung against your skin as he intended to leave maybe too many hickies.
Savouring every moment he got to look at and touch you, it was basically heaven. The soft curves and tender feeling of your skin under his hands. He was groaning at the sight of it. Instinctively starting to grind your hips against him, creating much-wanted friction between the two of you. His soft groans were more than enough to tell you he was loving it just as much as you.
“I need more than just kisses,” you softly pleaded, your hand running down his torso before meeting his crotch. Softly rubbing against the obvious tent in his pants. The feeling made him shudder under you. “Yea —yeah.” Charlie softly panted back, his breath hitching as he watched you slowly move from his lap to sitting on the floor in front of the couch. Beginning to fiddle with his belt and jeans before you could even ask to ‘help.’
Helping him pull down his jeans, fighting with his ankles a little before you left the jeans on the floor beside you. Your hands run down his chest, past his stomach, before meeting his crotch. Softly making their way to wrap around his dick.
Start with soft, gentle strokes, letting your eyes flicker between his and his eyes. A smile grew on your face seeing how almost pathetic he looked, desperate for how you touched him. Loving the way your hand felt on him, making it obvious for you.
A shiver runs down his spine as you let him into your mouth. God, oh god, you were here and actually sucking his dick, he could almost cum at the thought of it. Your tipsy head running hot, feeling your face throb and run flush as you pushed him into your mouth. He was so cute too, bucking his hips against your face with almost cute grunts and whines with every movement. You wondered if it was because he hadn’t had sex in a while or if it was you.
His hand reached down and softly held onto your hair. Feeling every inch of your mouth, the wet warmth. Simply guiding your head as it bobbed up and down. He couldn’t help but lift his hips into the feeling, trying his hardest to not give in to his weird urges and fuck your face.
Holding your hair softly, continuing to moan out with each movement your mouth made against him. Holding back his hips every time they naturally buckled up into your face.
Very easily noticing him trying his hardest not to thrust into your mouth, you pulled away just to talk. “I like face-fucking, you know,” you teased, watching his eyes widen and face flush at your crude words. “You’d let me? Only if you want to,” He softly painted, his cock twitching at the idea, making you softly giggle. “Mhm,” you simply hummed before lowering your head down again around his size. Pushing him as deep as you could get him before looking up at him with big pleading eyes.
He couldn't help himself, and even though you told him you wanted him to, he gave it to him. Holding your head in place with his hand and slowly bringing his hips back and forth against your face. The small, sweet moans you let out to show you were enjoying it only egged him on. Moving to stand up to make thrusting easier, he moved back to a side sit as he stood up. Pressing yourself up against your own leg for any amount of friction you could get yourself.
Just letting him use your mouth to its fullest to please himself. You couldn’t deny him controlling you like this was hot. Soaking through your panties, softly grinding yourself against your achilles, desperate for any friction you could get. Feeling your own precum seep from your cunt onto your leg with each movement. Moving your hips in sync with Charlie's hips. He knew you were grinding against the back of your leg, he could feel your moans.
The sweet vibrations adding to it, your cute face looking up as he stuffed your mouth full of his dick—the sight was one he saw in his dreams. Watching you take him down your throat was half the pleasure of it. You could see and feel how much he liked it. The frequent throbbing, cute moans, and desperate movements were more than enough to reassure you you were doing a good job.
Your breath hitches against his size as he pushes a little deeper and moves a little faster. Fully accepting him as deep as your body would let him go. Pushing him deeper yourself, leaning into his thrusts, enjoying it as he made the most of your mouth. Watching his hips shudder and his moans grow, you knew what was coming.
“Fuck, please…” He muttered out between desperate pants and moans. His hips basically slapping against your face as his pace quickened, his grip on your hair tightened, and high closed in. His desperate moans were so hot, desperately fucking into your mouth for any pleasure he could get out of it. It didn’t take long for him to spill everything into your mouth.
Keeping himself pushed right up to the base. Throwing his head back as he revelled in the feeling of you.
Panting hard once he pulled out of your mouth, a slight tickle in the back of your mouth made you cough a little now that your mouth was free. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Charlie immediately asked, seeing your head drop and coughing, kneeling to be at your height. He’s so sweet, it’s so cute. Just letting out a soft chuckle at how cute he was being. You reassure him you’re fine by simply pressing your lips to his.
Your hands move up from the floor to rest on his bare chest. Slowly making their way up to around his neck. Pulling him close as panting kisses continued. Letting him pull you up with him as he stood back up. Gasping against his mouth as he suddenly lifted your legs from beneath you. Though you adjusted easily, quickly wrapping your legs around him to stabilise yourself.
You didn’t even notice it as he walked you to his room. A sweet, playful laugh left your lips as you were brought back to reality as he roughly sat you on his lap as he flopped onto the bed. The deep kisses continue as long as you both need, aka too much. Both of you shuffling up to reach the head of the bed instead of being halfway to falling off.
“I don’t want to waste any time…” You softly panted, your hand reaching down, pulling down your panties and discarding them to the floor of his room. Your hand soon returns to line him up to your entrance. Every bone in your body is begging to be filled by him. Softly and slowly lowering your hips till they met his.
The same sight he’d been imagining for months was finally in front of him. Not in any rush to finish, just wanting to enjoy your bodies together. Charlie’s hands are holding up your butt, doing half the moving work for you. Using your hands on his shoulders to support you as well, it wasn’t even slightly tiring to bounce softly against him, though he was doing half the work. A sweet rhythm between you two developed as you settled into a consistent pace.
Interrupting his soft groans with a kiss, you moved your hands to rest on the bed beside his hips to lean down and reach him. Both of you moaning into each other's mouths. Enjoying every second as he filled you up. Every touch and movement feels like heaven to your buzzing head.
Your legs move to put your weight on your shins and knees, leaning forward as he lays back. The rhythmic slapping timed with both your moans made the moment even better. More real. Dropping your head to rest against his shoulder as you get yourself to move faster.
Every ounce of energy is going into enjoying the moment. Desperate moans came from both of you as he started helping you move. His hands doing basically half the work. Though muscles aren’t just for show, they make everything better.
The feeling is starting to get to you. The pleasure is getting to your dizzy head, not sure how close you are, just moving and moving to feel that sweet release. Clamping down around him as it becomes too much. Your hips twitching into him, your whines becoming weaker. Soon your hips fall against his, and you drop your face to rest over his shoulder. “There we go… there we go…” He sweetly cooed, slowing his thrusts as your high faded. Soon, he starts to move again, his hands moving your butt up and down against him.
His movements are much more forceful this time, desperately thrusting up into you as he chases his high. “You can handle a little more till I cum right?” He softly panted, his hips starting to pick up speed. With a soft whine of ‘mhm’ from your lips, he replied, “Yea? Good girl, just a little more.” Your insides were sore, aching from him hitting your weak spot over and over. Aching for it to be over, at the same time, your body also begged for more. The pleasure was overwhelming as he continued ramming into you after you came.
“Please let me cum inside you, please, fuck —please.” He pleaded between panting breaths, his eyes glued to where your bodies met. His hands holding your hips up, he frantically thrusts up into you, both your moans growing. His movements never slowed for a second as he neared his high, desperate to reach it.
God, it was hot, with him desperately thrusting up into you, the sweetest moans leaving his lips like second nature. Everything about this was so intoxicating, the soft buzz of the alcohol mixed with the raw pleasures of somebody you found attractive fucking into you was so good. This was the kind of scene you’d masturbate thinking about.
You could’ve sworn you came again when he did, the feeling of him filling you up more than enough, though you couldn’t really tell through your dizzy blissfulness. Though the slight afterglow was enough to prove you did. Panting as you held yourself up, only able to maintain it for a few seconds before collapsing on top of him. Your head on his chest, and his cock still inside you.
Pulling yourself up to his height, a comical pop as his size left your cunt. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders and hiding your face in his neck as both your highs settled. His hands softly rubbing your back, holding you as close as you could get. He would honestly fuse into one with you if you could.
Rolling you both onto your sides as you settled into his bed. “Sorry about your sheets.” You muttered lowly against his skin, “Worth it. What are stained sheets to the idea of getting to fuck the girl of my dreams?” He hummed. As he held you close, he couldn’t help but think about what just happened, enjoying the post-fuck high. His face pressed against your neck, his breath tickling your skin.
He couldn’t help but keep touching you, his hands continuing to roam all over your body as he settled into a cuddle with you. Roaming across your thighs, back to your butt, and up your back before circling back down. Every touch is slow and purposeful, making the most of your proximity to him.
“You’re hard again!?” You softly spoke, feeling him against you. It was impossible to hide, taking into account you were naked cuddling. “I’m not opposed to another…” You softly panted, your hand sliding down to his lower stomach.
“But I think my legs would give out after two bounces.” “I know a solution to that.” He smiled, moving his body to be over you, his hands on either side of your head. Looking down at you with an ever-growing smile. “Are you sure you’re okay to go again? I don’t want to hurt you,” he softly spoke, his eyes flickering between your cum-soaked cunt and pleasure-ridden face.
The sight and feeling combined made him shudder, the sweet sounds from both your lips driving him crazy. Each passing moment felt like he was getting higher and higher on some kind of crazy hallucinogenic. But it was real, so real.
“Yeah, I know, I know, I know you’re sensitive.” He softly spoke, kissing at the side of your face, slowly pushing himself into you. “So good for me.” He panted between groans, his hand softly caressing your skin as he held you up by under your knees so he could push himself deeper.
The sweet groans he lets out are louder this time, both of you more sensitive with each passing movement. His hips pressing in to you as deep as he can get, loving every inch of you. A mutual moan as he slowly presses in. He moved his hips forward carefully. Starting slow and shallow, slowly making his way deeper and deeper with each miniature movement. Clinging onto him like your life depended on it as both your bodies rocked in sync, momentum slowly building.
You both knew you couldn’t last nearly as long this time, and that was good, honestly. You were both tired, yet still fucking like you’d die without this one last orgasm. Every movement from the both of you is primal and basic, just enjoying the simple pleasure of being intertwined so closely.
God, you looked and felt flawless, and he thinks you are flawless. His hands tight on your waist, he thrusts against you hungrily, enjoying every little sensation as he watches your bodies move in unison. Your sensitivity increased with each touch, and you could feel the knot in your stomach growing. Any desire to stop due to fatigue is outweighed tenfold by the overwhelming pleasure as you two mix body parts.
As he grew more eager, closer to his goal, his body also weakened from the frantic thrusts. His head dropped a bit, his mouth just by your ear, his soft groans right in your ear. The feeling is almost too much. A sweet knot in your stomach starts to form. Pushing your hips up towards him, wanting all the friction you can get. Softly grinding up against him in time with his thrust. Each feeling only made you more and more sensitive. “Are you gonna cum? Yeah?” He panted, “Go on then, cum for me, show me how much you like this.”
Like an animal in search of food, his lips are latching onto your neck. There will undoubtedly be a mark from the way his teeth are against your skin. Every time his hips meet my butt, a rhythmic slap enters the air. blending with our moans to produce a highly sensual environment.
Reaching your peaks at the same time together. Grasping his muscles, you scratch his back. Deep, gentle thrusts accompany his filling you up, keeping his body as close to yours as possible. Clinging to him like you’d die if you let go, enjoying every feeling—the feeling of his toned back, the way he spilt inside you, the hot moans he let out—everything was perfect.
As you high faded, your grip on him loosened, and his on you as well, both panting as you locked eyes. A sweet afterglow was shared between you two as you both calmed down. He soon started peppering soft, loving kisses across your face, causing soft laughter from how it tickles. The moment is more sweet than sexual with how you’ve both settled.
He is reluctant to pull out because, in all honesty, he would love to stay this way forever. He whispers, "Let me clean you up," then gets up and gets a towel, wiping the sperm off my body as it drips out. Throwing the now dirty towel into the laundry basket across the room before snuggling into bed with you. Admiring your serene expression as you started to fall asleep. Leaving a small kiss on the tip of your nose before joining you in sleep.
wait wait wait wait. here me out here. what if we plot twist and when reader wakes up next to their favorite YouTuber it’s revealed they are also obsessed with charlie and the only reason they didn’t mentally confirm it’s him is because they were so drunk and also because they didn’t pass by his streaming setup while going to his room? would that fuck everything up because you didn’t wanna do a part three or would that be peak fiction?
You've got my brain working overtime. I was already planning on like, they find out that Charlie's a crazy stalker but likes it because he's their favourite YouTuber, and she's also a sick fuck into that kind of shit. I'm definitely working it in that they're obsessed with him next time. A match made in heaven, two crazy fuckers obsessed with one another.
please tell me you didn’t forgor about this 😭
Nooooo, I got a job a few months back, and so I've been acclimating to working and going to school, I haven't had any time to write, I'm gonna be working on it soon. I promise on my goopy ass life. It'll probably out in October I swear it to you
