SUMMARY ♡ bar hopping with the chuckle sandwich trio x reader blurb(?) in which everyone gets progressively drunker and more flirty. (lowkey Schlatt biased, who would’ve thought)
CW ♡ nsfw, alcohol (duh), dub con, friends 2 lovers, reverse harem, sub reader, public sex acts, kinda gay, mild degradation and name calling
WORD COUNT ♡ 2.5k
NOTES ♡ not a full written oneshot imo, but not super short either. spur of the moment wrote this on my phone, maybe might clean it up to make it a full oneshot with a few parts.
The first bar is dead, maybe it’s too early in the night, or maybe it’s just a bad pick. Either way, the handful of scattered patrons are all minimum 45 years old and the music is nothing but stale country songs. You four line up at the barstools, ordering whatever the ‘drink of the day’ is. As you finish up your cocktails schlatt flags down the waitress for a quick round of shots, and the bill. He cracks a halfhearted joke about this place being real, old school entertainment.
You were there for no more than 20 minutes tops, but charlie being a lightweight is already tipsy as you peruse down the sidewalk to your next destination. He talks your ear off, his hand accidentally brushing against yours every couple seconds. “No fuckin’ way you’re drunk already”. Schlatt chuckles, glancing back with an eye roll, Ted stifles his own amusement, although a bit hypocritical because his head is starting to buzz as well.
The second location is much more ideal, lively, packed. In fact, so packed it’s annoyingly congested around the bar area, getting a drink would be a task. “Go find a table, i’ll wait in line”. Schlatt leans in close, listening to your order as his hand lingers on your waist. His touch is unnecessary, but certainly not unwelcome. He nods, and disappears into the crowd. “C’mon princess, looks like there’s a spot over here”. Ted gently grabs your hand, leading you who instinctively grabs Charlie’s hand to pull him behind you. You could tell the princess comment was just a jab at the fact that Schlatt only cared to ask for your order, knowing Ted and Charlie were doomed to whatever double shot he felt like getting them, but something about it made the butterflies in your stomach flutter.
After a couple hours you suggest the nightclub across the street as a final hoorah. Schlatt furrows his brow and tries to look against it, but he can’t force away his smirk fast enough to appear serious. Ted’s lids are heavy, finding himself rather quiet after a few drinks, but can’t keep his eyes off you, staring like he wants to eat you he does. “Whatever you want”. he smiles.
Charlie’s head has been lazily leaning on your shoulder for the past thirty minutes, so close you keep catching whiffs of the cedar scented shampoo he used while showering this morning. “I can’t dance for shit, but I’m down”. He grins, quickly sitting up to speak more directly to you. He moves like he almost forgot he was lying on you, a tinge of pink flooding his cheeks. You found drunk Charlie sweet, funny undoubtedly, but endearing. He was typically so timid when it came to touching you, even just a friendly hug when you’d come over to hang out, but one drop of alcohol and suddenly he’s full-on clingy.
Your gaze traveled to Schlatt, feeling your heart skip a beat. He put up a tough front, but you knew better, he always folded for you. That didn’t absolve you of the occasional shyness towards him. You cup both of your hands over one of Schlatt’s, looking at him with the upmost pleading eyes as you proceed to beg him to go. “Pleaseeee Schlatt? I promise it’ll be fun”. He rolls his eyes, playfully waving you off.
You win him over, obviously.
You don’t much remember the walk over. It must’ve been brisk the way one second you were sitting at the table, yet the next your body was covered in multicolored strobe lights.
At this point everyone is thoroughly intoxicated, heat of bodies engulfing you only intensifies the drunken feeling. The song playing is a good one, one you’d add to your playlist if it’s not there already. Charlie isn’t shy to dance with you, despite being allegedly bad at such, the other two are more hesitant. Ted agrees to take drink duty this time, although none of you really need more at this point. Schlatt holds up the wall, sipping a Jack & Coke while watching you whenever the crowded space allows him, a smug look painted across his face. You can’t remember when he got that, did he bring it from the last bar?
What catches him off guard is you stumbling over to him alone, accidentally falling into his chest. You giggle an apology but he just shakes his head, arms laced around you, initially just to steady you, but they don’t leave after, keeping you close to him.
“Watch where ya going hun, you’re gonna take us both down”.
You beg him to dance, ignoring the sting in your feet, wrapping your hands around his waist. He’s warm, so warm. You absentmindedly bite your lip, gazing up at him, he takes this as begging for something else. It caught you off guard when his lips crashed into yours, but you had no intention to protest. His tongue swirled around yours, tasting of dark liquor and a menthol cig. Your drunken mind clouded with lust, hand trailing under the hem of his shirt, surpassing his unzipped jacket and massaging circles against his skin. You couldn’t exactly hear him groan over the music but you felt the vibration buzz against your lips. Your finger trails the waistband of his sweats and he pulls back, begrudgingly breaking the kiss, cursing under his breath.
“Fuck you”. He curses, half laughing, taking a swig of his drink in attempt to cool himself down.
“You wanna?”
He exhales with a smirk, trying hard to gain some control on his desires; “Go on… aren’t you supposed to be dancing with Charlie or something?”
“What if i don’t want to, what if i want to stay here with you?” You playfully pout. He leans in, breath against your ear. “Go, before I bend you over in the bathroom”. This is a demand, not a request. He leaves a quick peck on your cheek, and you open your mouth to protest, but get interrupted by Ted, who’s somehow managed to regroup with Charlie before you did. “Here y’go”. Ted announces, handing you your third vodka-cran of the night, oblivious to what he maybe interrupting. You thank him, glaring at Schlatt with a touch of distain, why couldn’t he have just taken you to the bathroom? Sober you might’ve been upset about the location, but sober you was a thing of the past!
You reluctantly leave Schlatt to his whole lone wolf thing, and next thing you know you’re (chuckle) sandwiched between both friends dancing rhythmically. Ted shed his overshirt at some point, leaving him in a white tank top, chain dangling around his neck, while he’s kissing yours. His hands are firmly planted at your hips, the front of him pushed against your ass. Although, none of this deterred Charlie, his arms around your waist, glued face to face. “You’re s’pretty”. The giggly man slurred, unable to contain his smile. You responded by grabbing his jaw, pulling him closer to give him a hint, he hesitated for only a second before pressing his lips against yours. He was much softer than Schlatt, a bit eager, but still gentle and surprisingly passionate. Before, it felt like submitting, unconsciously melting into the gruff man’s hands like putty, but Charlie? Charlie was reminiscent of honey. Syrupy sweet kisses blended together with a perfectly smooth flow you could get lost in.
Your body burned with anticipation, excitement, and even a touch of anxiety. What if Schlatt saw?Would he be mad? Is he even allowed to be? Ted seemed to be, or at the least getting a touch jealous. He wasn’t going to let you get lost in anyone but himself. He spun you around to face him, deciding it was his turn, like a selfish child ready to reclaim his toy. His mustache brushed against you as he pulled you in. He nipped at your bottom lip, sucking gently, earning a hungry moan from you. You broke the kiss, leaning your head back against Charlie. Fuck.
You had an idea, a drunken idea, but an idea nonetheless. Pulling their hands to force both to face you, Ted gave his counterpart a jealous side eye, but Charlie truly couldn’t keep his eyes off the prize, just happy to be there really. You turned them to one another nodding in a ‘go on’ motion. Ted glanced back at you to see if you were being serious, but why wouldn’t you be? “You’re kidding, right?” Ted protested, folding his arms over his firm chest.
“What are you too pussy?” Charlie laughed, but it stopped being funny real fast when he took that as a challenge. Ted’s hands cupped his face, thick fingers tangling through Charlie’s sandy brown hair. What started out as an attempt to assert dominance ended up looking rather intimate, and suddenly you were the third wheel, but you didn’t mind. Weighing whether the view was hotter than kissing them yourself.
Charlie’s hand reached out blindly, eventually finding your waist to keep you as near as possible. Schlatt finally managed to find you, his grin faded just a hair, growing into a more confused expression “Are they uh,” He looked clearly confused, but the dreamy look on your face said you had everything to do with this. Cheeks flushed, lips rosy and swollen from ted sucking on them.
“You into that?”
“Why? You wanna be next?”
Schlatt no longer feeling the need to sneak around grabbing a handful of your ass, and reeling you in. Big guy didn’t take long to reclaim his territory, making out with you. You couldn’t help but notice the pressing erection through his pants, even beginning to absentmindedly grind against him. You felt like a tennis ball being passed back and forth by three pro players. You needed to get out of here before you did something you’d regret.
But on the other hand you wanted Schlatt to sweep you off the dance floor and fulfill what he threatened earlier. Before these thoughts could spiral too far you were snapped out of it; “Man, you’re shit at sharing, y’know that?” Ted taunted, wrapping an arm obnoxiously around Schlatt’s shoulder, causing Schlatt to toss his head back, groaning in annoyance, refusing to release his grip on your lower half. You scrunched your face up for a second, clearly frustrated in more ways than one.
“And you’re a pain in my ass”. He smiled in defeat, but swallowed hard, trying to ignore his throbbing cock, dampening his underwear.
“I try my best” Ted shoots him a ‘gotcha’ look before turning to you instead; “Now what are we gonna do with you? Been acting like a needy little slut all night”.
His words turn Schlatt’s reluctant smile into a genuinely amused smirk, he admittedly loved to watch you squirm. Your mouth fell slightly agape, eyes darting between the two of them, a part of you wanted to turn around and make a break for it, but where would that get you? Falling right into Charlie’s arms? You were surrounded, the nerves of it all only made you wetter for some reason.
“Bet you’d take anything we give you, huh?” Ted says halfway under his breath, barely intelligible over the music. He leans in close, so close it makes your skin scream for a taste, your eyes instinctually fall closed, feeling his breath against your lips, but nothing. He pulls away, laughing in your face. A wave of embarrassment chills you as your lids flutter open. “See”. Ted sneers, talking about you, but not to you.
“Don’t be a dick”. Charlie interjects unable to stifle a laugh, caging in behind you once more, hands wrapped around your midsection, resting his chin in the crook of your neck. Schlatt’s hands fell to your hips instead to make room for him, but not without an eye roll first.
“Nah he’s right, should use her right here, stretch that little pussy out in front of everyone. She clearly doesn’t mind an audience”. Schlatt licks his lips squishing your cheeks between one of his hands. Your stomach was turning, but deep down a part of you couldn’t deny how bad you wanted it.
“That sound good, baby?” Charlie mumbled, nose brushing against your neck, he began sucking dark purple marks into your skin. You bit back a moan, looking up at Schlatt with pleading eyes as Charlie’s hand hooked into the front of your pants. Cold, slender fingers slid between your folds and into you with ease, after all, you’re soaked. You couldn’t help the whimpers escaping you, but Ted quickly fixed that, shushing you as he turned your head to face him, no more teasing. He greedily shoved his tongue into your mouth, saliva sloppily pooling at the corners.
You were impatiently passed between Ted and Schlatt, as Charlie pumped two fingers inside of you. Being drunk is like being in a broken dryer, everything is spinning, it’s way too hot, and nobody has any way of telling how long this has been going on. As much as you’d like to pretend you had more dignity and that it’d been atleast a few minutes of them touching you, hardly thirty seconds had passed and you were already near your tipping point.
For the first time, you pulled away, mouth open, yet barely able to speak. You tried to manage the words, but everything came out as an incoherent, babbling mess. “Does that feel good, princess?” Ted’s previous nickname for you resurfaced, you nodded, tears brimming in your eyes.
“Think she’s gonna cum already, fuck…look at her”. Schlatt teased, cupping the side of your face, admiring your desperate expression. Your nails gripped into his bicep as the pressure in your core became too much to handle. Charlie’s skillful fingers knocked at your g-spot with vigor, he himself was feeling embarrassingly close without even being actually touched, but your plump ass pressing against his jeans had him breathing shakily in your ear.
Without your permission the growing pleasure between your thighs snapped, waves of ecstasy radiated through your body as you clenched around one of your best friend’s fingers. Your legs gave out, causing you to fall into Schlatt’s chest, thankfully allowing you to muffle the pornographic moans you produced. He loved being the one to catch you, engulfing you in a hug as you rode out your high, he kissed the top of your head; “Atta girl, just like that… did s’good baby”.
Your cheeks were burning with mortification at this point, refusing to detach yourself from Schlatt you turned your head to your left, shooting Charlie a dirty look, with a touch of thankfulness. How could you be mad at someone that made you feel that good, you can’t say you expected it.
As if he could read your thoughts Ted suggested an uber, you nodded in relief. Ted nodded giving you a casual kiss goodbye as if he’d done it a million times over before disappearing into the sea of partygoers.
What the fuck just happened, and why don’t you want it to end. There’s no way you can have all of them…right?
still thinking abt tommy saying “smash” for charlie in his smash or pass vid and im giggling and twirling my hair bc hes SO REALLL i would be super comfortable w experimenting w slime he would be so sweet 🥰
likeee okie hear me out,,, asking him to help practice w kissing and hes sooo sweet and guides u thru it ans then oops!! gets a little too heated and yall end up fucking lmaooo
- sloobiesanon
CW: NSFW under the cut, BestFriend!Charlie, Dom!Charlie, Corruption Kink, afab!Reader (Fem clothing but no pronouns), Ownership Kink, HornyVirgin!Reader, Slight Degredation
A/N: Omg I need that dick I NEED THAT DICK!!! This is 2.5k words… 😨
Charlie Slimecicle x Reader
Experimentation
Charlie was speechless, his palms sweating into the material of his jeans.
The two of you had been sitting on your couch watching a movie, completely innocent, until you’d brought up the fact that you were going on a date the next day.
Your first date ever.
“You wanna…”
“Please? I just- I don’t want to tank my first date because I’m inexperienced.” You pleaded, your body turned to face him completely.
Charlie was your best friend.
You’d known each other since sophomore year of college, being practically inseparable ever since, even becoming roommates after graduating around a year ago.
And for all those years that he knew you, never once did you mention your dating life.
He supposed this was why.
He felt stiff next to you, not uncomfortable, just processing. “And so… You want me to…”
You frowned, burrowing your face in your hands. “Please don’t say it again, I already feel weird.”
“No! It’s not…” Charlie stammered, struggling to find what words he really meant. “You don’t need to be embarrassed… I just…”
He didn’t want you to feel bad.
It was flattering, if anything, that you trusted him enough to even ask.
And it’s not like he didn’t want to kiss you…
He did.
He really did.
And maybe that was the problem…
But when you were sitting across from him, eyes big and pleading, how could he ever find it in himself to deny you?
“Just to practice?” He asked softly, glancing at you nervously, his teeth chewing on the inside of his cheek.
You nodded frantically, scooting closer to him like a nervous puppy. “I would also appreciate… Tips.”
He chuckled, almost in disbelief at how open you were being about this. “If it won’t… Make anything weird-“
“It won’t, scouts honor!” Your hand shot up, your open hand facing toward him.
Charlie grinned, reaching for your hand and folding your thumb and pinky finger into your palm to form an actual scout’s salute.
His touch was warm in your hand, lingering for just a moment too long.
“Okay.”
“Really?” You released your salute to grip onto his hand, something you would do often, grabbing his hand to reassure him or ask for his help.
He’d originally seen it as an innocent gesture, just something you did with all your friends, but when you were holding his hand asking him to kiss you, asking him to take away your chance for a real first kiss, he wasn’t so sure it was completely innocent anymore.
“Yeah.” Charlie’s tone was low, not realizing how close you’d gotten to him until then, glancing at your lips. “I’ll help.”
Your heart skipped a beat.
You really didn’t think that would work.
But here he was, your best friend, ready to kiss you.
And as he leaned in, lips parting slightly, you closed your eyes and felt fireworks explode from your mouth, back to your cheeks and brain, blood rushing to every inch of your body.
Your hand twitched and tightened your grasp on each other.
Charlie’s lips were so soft, tasting like strawberry jelly, the donuts you’d eaten together just mere minutes ago.
You couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe.
Until he pulled away.
You nearly chased his lips, but took a deep breath instead.
Charlie grinned, a small smile that made his dimples obvious. “Breathe through your nose.”
You brought a hand to his shoulder, gently dragging him back to your lips, which he accepted.
He smelled like home, like comfort and joy.
You supposed you’d never noticed it before.
How he smelled.
Other men would wear colognes, musk mixed with spice or something oddly vascular.
But Charlie smelled vaguely of citrus, just the beginning hints of it, enough to recognize the smell but not enough to really identify it.
Every time you kissed him you felt something new.
A new depth of him that you’d never gotten to experience before.
But you wanted more.
So you pulled away.
He could see you getting frustrated, a look of upset in your eyes.
“But… How do I…”
He just grinned at your impatience. “I’ll show you…”
Your body shivered at his words.
“Open your mouth a little…” He whispered against your lips, waiting for you to do so before he pressed back into you.
His instructions made your mind race, you wanted him to teach you more, to tell you how to do everything just the way he liked it.
When your tongues touched it felt electric, causing you to jump slightly, before falling into a rhythm that made too much sense to pull away.
It felt so right, his familiar touch, his newly-familiar taste.
A tingling fell to below your chest, seating deep in your core.
Your thighs clenched at the sensation, giving only the smallest gratification to your clit.
You were so wet, you could feel it underneath your skirt, on your soaked panties that pressed against your thighs.
His tongue in your mouth was the only thing you’d ever imagined when pleasuring yourself.
When he pulled away, you knew you’d be chasing that feeling for the rest of your life.
But you could have it right now if you wanted, it was inches away from you, Charlie was right there to provide.
So you slowly leaned in to kiss him again, Charlie’s eyes fluttering shut as your lips met again.
He groaned into your lips as you climbed into his lap, straddling his hips and continuing to kiss him.
Charlie’s hands hovered just inches away from your waist, twitching with want, until he caved and cupped your body like it was breakable.
His own brain was melting, everywhere you touched felt like it was on fire.
He had to fight tooth and nail to keep his hands from lowering onto your ass.
This was just supposed to be practice, right?
But he gasped when you’d brushed against something hard beneath you, causing you to pull away, wondering if you’d done something wrong. “Sorry, I just-“
He didn’t have the words to explain himself, why he’d gotten hard at his best friend kissing him.
But you didn’t give a damn.
“Will you teach me?” You whispered to him, rubbing your clothed core on the hard print of his dick in his jeans.
Charlie’s brain nearly short circuited at the request. “Teach you… What?”
You thought for a moment, before you grabbed the hem of your shirt, rolling it up and off your body.
You wanted for him to see all of you.
To gaze at you through those eyes you’d tried so hard not to stare into for any longer than necessary.
You’d just felt so wrong, imagining him touching you, kissing you, fucking you…
You weren’t really sure how you actually felt about him.
Maybe you had a little crush on him and all of this talk of “inexperience” was just your way of creating something between you two.
A desperate attempt, you would admit.
You’d imagined him taking advantage of you in the smallest ways during sleepovers, watching you change through the door to your bedroom you may have intentionally left open just a crack once or twice.
Or catching him staring at the pair of slutty panties you’d one time left on your floor of your room just so he would see them.
One time, you’d thought about cuddling up to him during one of your sleepovers and rubbing your ass against him to egg him on, but you didn’t.
You just wanted him to do something.
But he didn’t.
He was just so nice.
So caring.
Completely respectful of you and your personal space.
But you didn’t want him to be respectful anymore.
You wanted him to want you as much as you wanted him.
Charlie’s eyes dilated at the sight of your tits, cupped in a cute little bra.
“Teach me how to make someone feel good…” You pleaded, your face flushed and hot.
Charlie opened his mouth to object.
He had definitely taken this too far.
He’d wanted you so bad, he’d managed to push aside any feelings to help you.
He just couldn’t do this with you if it wasn’t him that you actually wanted…
But how could he stop when you were practically begging him to keep going?
So Charlie’s hands released your waist, slither down between your bodies and unbuckling his belt.
You watched as his fingers unzipped his fly, opening his jeans to reveal his boxers, simple and black, before he pulled his cock from the confines of his clothes.
You felt your pussy flutter around nothing, the ache in your core getting stronger.
“Take your… Your hand.” Charlie stuttered, obviously embarrassed that he was exposed like this, but still trying to keep his cool.
He gripped your wrist, bringing your fingers slowly to his tip, flushed and leaking.
You shuddered at the feeling of a cock in your hand for the first time.
And not just any cock, Charlie’s.
He was smooth, but hard, the stiff muscle beneath the skin twitching at your touch.
He was breathing harder than you’d ever heard him before, practically panting as you experimentally circled over his slit with pre-cum beading over it.
“Just uh… Hah… Go slow.” Charlie mumbled, his gaze trained on your hand as you stroked him slowly.
The rasp in his voice made a warmth form in your brain, sliding like honey down your spine.
Your wrist turned around him slowly, pumping him up and down all the way down to his base.
“Squeeze tighter… I can take it.” He grinned, licking his lips and glancing between your legs.
In your passion, your skirt had managed to ride up on your thighs, revealing the slightest view of your panties to him.
They were soaked, darker in the middle where your pussy had drooled all over itself.
You followed his instructions, tightening your grip on him and speeding up just slightly.
“Fuck~” Charlie’s head fell back, letting out a groan at your movements. “Yeah, just like that.”
You felt your chest heave, watching him struggle to keep sounds down.
It wasn’t fair, you wanted to feel good too.
So you took your hands off him.
His head lifted to look up at you, eyes foggy and out of it. “Why’d you stop?” He slurred out, a hand moving to grip your thigh.
You whimpered with guilty eyes, so sensitive to his touch, which made his eyes widen.
“Oh…”
“I still haven’t…” You struggled to get the words out.
“And… You want me to…”
You nodded bashfully.
You wanted it to be him, needed it to be him.
You felt so safe with him.
You couldn’t imagine anyone else you would be willing to go this far with.
Both of you realized then that this wasn’t for practice anymore, but for your pure lust.
Charlie knew you hadn’t had sex yet.
It was one of the many things he teased you for.
But to hear it straight from your mouth when you were begging for his cock…
He wanted to fuck your virgin pussy and ruin you for anyone else.
You’d been such a whore in front of him so many times.
Every dirty thought he’d ever had toward you could finally come out to play.
Charlie’s fingers dug into the meat of your thigh. “You want me to fuck you?”
You nodded desperately, shy, yet so fucking horny.
He couldn’t resist, shoving his hands between your legs and moving the middle of your panties to the side to see the pretty little cunt that was so hungry for his cock.
Shit, he’d imagined what your pussy would look like for years, but nothing could compare to the real thing, so cute and wet for him.
He thought about having you bounce on him, but it just wouldn’t be enough.
Charlie needed to be so deep inside you that you would feel him for days afterward.
He needed to corrupt you, make you feel so good you’d never turn to someone else ever.
Turn you into such a cock hungry slut, you’d want him all the fucking time.
So he gripped your hips, flipping you around so you were on your knees for him on the couch.
He flipped your skirt up, moving your panties out of the way completely, and kissed your entrance with his tip.
“You want me to take your virginity?” He asked teasingly, moving half of the head of his cock in and out of you.
You breathed heavily, moaning and wiggling your ass at him. “Please, Char~ Fuuuck!”
Your pleads were cut off as he slowly sunk inside you.
It hurt a little, the pain only turning to pleasure when he stopped at the hilt, completely balls deep in you.
It was such an intoxicating feeling, having your best friend inside you.
“God, you’re so fucking tight.” Charlie moaned, trying an experimental movement of dragging out and slipping back in.
And it was so fucking easy cause of how wet you were.
So he thrusted harder, faster, making you whine even louder.
“Feels good?” He whispered to you, leaning down to grip your arms, pulling you back onto him vigorously.
You gripped his arms in tandem, pulling yourself back onto him. “Ooh~ yesss~”
“Practicing, my ass.” Charlie growled out, forcefully thrusting into you enough to punch the air out of your lungs. “You just wanted me to touch you like a little slut.”
You moaned in response, smiling wildly.
You knew it was true, every time he would tease you or make fun of you for being a virgin you’d have to restrain yourself from jumping his bones then and there.
Cause you knew he would be so nice and let you fuck him.
But if you knew sex would feel this good, you would have propositioned him so long ago.
“You’re all mine.” Charlie mumbled deliriously. “Pussy’s all mine…”
You felt so helpless, his iron grip on your arms releasing, sure to leave the most delicious bruises.
His fingers trailed around your body to grasp your tits, still sitting pretty in your bra, before he tugged it down and freed them, wrapping his big hands around them.
“Char~ Charlie~” You moaned, feeling him switch angles and pound up into a spot that made you see stars. “So deeeeeep! Aahh~”
“Yeah? Did I find your spot, baby?” He asked, pinching and tugging on your nipples. “Are you gonna cum?”
You nodded frantically, making him growl out a moan, going even harder and fucking into you with a fervor that only Charlie could give you.
“Ohhh fuuuuckk~” You cried out, grabbing the hem of his shirt and pulling him into you as you came, squirting everywhere on shaking legs, your pussy fluttering around him.
He let out a groan, his legs shaking as well as he pumped into you, cumming in tandem.
Your cum dripped down your legs, his balls, even the bottom of his shirt, the green fabric wet and smelling of sex.
Fuck, the whole room probably smelled like sex.
You finally could say that, too, knowing what that meant.
He pulled out, making you shudder, and laid down, bringing you into his chest.
“You should maybe uh… Cancel that date tomorrow…” Charlie chuckled under his breath, pressing a kiss to your temple.
You grinned in response, nuzzling into his neck. “Definitely.”
so like… what do we think charlie does when you’re sick 😭
charlie slimecicle when you’re sick 𓏲ּ𝄢
warnings ; gn!reader, established relationship, being sick, fluff!!!
a/n ; sorry this took me so long to get back to but thank you for requesting!!!!
charlie is and has always been extremely doting towards you, since the day you met. running to grab something if you mentioned needing it, always having a hand on your leg or your waist, etc. but he goes into overdrive when you’re sick.
curled up in his bed, eyes watery and nose sniffly, you coughed pathetically as he crouched down to your level. “i’m okay, charlie, it’s just the flu. everyone gets it.” you reassured him, hand coming up to curl into his hair. normally, he’d be curled up against your back, kissing your hair and whispering you to sleep. but he had prepared a stream for today- and there was no backing out of it. at least that’s what his friends had told him.
“you’re still sick in my book.” he murmured, leaning into the warmth of your palm. “i can cancel stream for today if you want, angel, everyone’ll be fine without me-”
you shook your head, and his eyes bore gently down on your rosy cheeks nervously. “don’t want you to cancel stuff for me. plus, you promised to do this weeks ago, remember?” you croaked, earning a meek nod from charlie. you shifted underneath the blankets to try and escape the feverish heat crawling up your legs. “you’re too sweet sometimes.”
he pressed a warm kiss to your shoulder, thumb slowly circling your wrist as he leaned in even closer. “i just don’t wanna leave you here alone when you’re so sick. what if you need water or something? or food? you literally wobbled in the kitchen today. i had to catch you.” you giggled- as best you could, anyway. it came out as more of a dry wheeze.
“i can get my own water, char, it’s okay. you’re acting like i’m 90 years old and on my death bed.”
“maybe you are, we don’t know that.” he muttered, his body now half pressed against yours in the bed. you rolled over to face him, nudging his nose with your own.
“i’m not dying, char. i have the flu.” you said hoarsely. “i’ll be okay for the next two hours you’re streaming.” you smiled at him, that warm smile that always made him fold. “i’m not so wobbly anymore.”
“yeah?” he said, kissing you once before propping himself up to look at you. “thank you, baby. y’know i love you.” he gave a quick smooch to your forehead. “just- please don’t vomit on the sheets again.” and before you could protest, his lips were pressed against yours again.
“you’re gonna get sick.” you whispered between kisses against his lips.
“mm. that’s okay.” he whispered back. “maybe then you could baby me back.”
I wrote this in the mean time of writing the fic where Charlie and reader are constantly being interrupted well trying to fuck. Aka my solution for smut writing practice and to keep out of writers block
Annoying.
Charlie Slimecicle x fem! Reader
!!NSFW content under the cut!! MDNI. I use the block button like a drug addict with drugs.
Plot -
Your roommate Charlie, keeps getting left unsatisfied by his girlfriend and your really tired of listening to him struggle to get off for hours on end because than you can't focus. So you take maters into your own hands literally. And he repays the favor.
I do have an idea for a second part where they could have like full on sex that's if people like this and want another part
Content warnings - (HEAVY NSFW YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED AGAIN)
Charlie's technically cheating on an unnamed girlfriend, readers implied non committal and implied to sleep around(kinda), both are switch's, and kinda voyeuristic, also implied reader likes listening to Charlie and his girlfriend do stuff and to Charlie get himself off, Reader might be kinda a decryophiliac(aka likes people or themselves crying), quiet sex reader(for now??), blow jobs, face fucking(gag reflex not stated), over all head, reader gets eaten out and fingered, hair pulling, desperation, light masochism sort of implied, Charlie has a praise kink, size difference implied (only height explicitly states is Charlie's and his gfs readers implied average height), Charlie confirms that reader has slept with atleast one of his friends before(schlatt maybe more up to you)
Ps. Part two is out!! Stay till the end for the link.
It was one of those typical nights. Cold, your in your bed room. Editing a video. Per usual. Even though your attention keeps drifting to the moaning from your roommates room. His girlfriend is over.
Sometimes you genuinely think about whether he knows that the walls aren't very thick upstairs.
Eventually you hear her moan really loud and everything goes quiet for a bit. Than you hear Charlies door open and him walking her to the door.
You already know what happened but the sound of him mumbling to himself as she walks back to his room. You close your editing software knowing damn well you won't be focusing of it.
At least not for an hour or two.
You spent the never hour and half finger yourself to the sound of your roommate moaning and crying trying to get himself off.
Its really hot.
He's there begging for release hes struggling to give himself.
Eventually you hear him finally get himself off and cries for a little bit before he presumably passes out.
This is a normal routine that happens a lot.
And god is it getting a annoying.
Is it that hard for his girlfriend to just do something that isn't just for her own needs?
I mean sure you personally don't like her because she's a bit of a snob, and had the audacity to call you a whore but she also isn't giving your roommate what he needs and what you hear him beg for constantly when he's jerking off after she leaves him all hot and bothered. To your understanding she won't even touch him.
Why?
You don't even know.
Personally if you were her you'd have your hands all over someone who cries and begs like he does. It's hot, unfortunately you can't see him but you can hear him. And god it's hot as fuck. Not a lot of men are okay with admitting they'd beg for something but hearing Charlie beg out loud to nothing at his own release or imagination is hot.
So sitting at your desk shorts and panties wrapped around your thighs you hatch a sort of idea. You're tired of listening to Charlie being desperate, and you can just tell how tired he is of being desperate, it's getting obvious day on and day in. He's been getting frustrated with like everything. And plus hearing him try to get off for hours on end is really difficult. so why not just give him an offer next time you catch him walking her out.
Okay that's a little crazy.
But its also crazy to be listening to your roommate crying trying to get himself off. And getting off listening to him.
Its crazy enough that it would probably work knowing just how desperate Charlie seems to be.
You don't get the opportunity to catch Charlie walking his girlfriend out until about a week later.
You were in the kitchen grabbing something to drink, about to head back to your room when you saw Charlie walking to the front door his girlfriend in front of him.
Charlie's looks not irritated but looks like he's going to unravel. There's a prominent bulge in his sweat pants that he seems to be uncomfortable with trying to keep it hidden.
He gave his girlfriend a quick kiss at the door before shuts it behind her and leaning against the door forehead against it as he groans, he's been trying his best. But it's feeling more like his girlfriend is using him to get herself off now of days.
The sound of clearing your throat made Charlie kind of jumped and turned around as you looked him up and down. His face reddening in embarrassment as he moves his hands quickly to cover the bulge in his pants as he tries to stand up and look proper.
You sigh.
"Charlie your covering yourself like I didn't already see the bulge in your pants."
Charlies face heats up and he stammers for a moment.
"shut up."
He mumbles he started walking towards the stairs to go up to his room.
You had other plans, grabbing his arm. Your grip isn't too tight but it's firm as you carefully push him towards the back of the couch.
"look there's no need to be embarrassed Charlie, I'm not judging you for having a fucking hard on."
You laugh softly stepping slight closer.
"I'm judging you for staying with a girl who clearly hasn't even been touching you like you so clearly have her."
Charlie's face flushes his hands grip the back of the couch.
You continue.
"I mean I hear it all the time. You give her what she wants, you walk her out than you spend next hours jacking yourself off."
You speaks sort of teasing but also just speaking honestly.
"you.... You hear that's stuff?.."
He mumbles, he looks more embarrassed than before
"yeah Charlie. I do hear it. And it's getting annoying hearing how desperate she keeps leaving you."
Your rolled your eyes he opens his mouth preparing to apologize but the look on your face makes him just shut up. You step closer.
"So how about I fix this issue so I don't need to listen to you crying, begging everyone and everything to let your cum."
You cross your arms and Charlie stares at you like he can't tell if you being serious and like you grown a second head.
"are.... Are you being serious I- I can't tell... I'm sorry..."
He's even more embarrassed by the offer. And by the fact you've been able to hear him.
"and wouldnt.. it would be wrong for me to accept in offer like that... I.. I have a girlfriend and it wouldn't be fair for me to do that to her... I dont-"
He mumbles almost barely audible, you cut him off.
"I am being completely serious Charlie, and from where I'm standing it's unfair of her to get her fix of pleasure and then leave you all hot and bothered. To the point your crying from your own lack of release."
You chose your words carefully. He can see your point but he's still heavily debating. He had been staring at you, your body and debating what he should do. Eventually he looks away, and nods before pausing. You were about to tell him you need verbal consent but he cut you off.
"fuck. You're right. fine... Yeah."
Charlie lets out a breath he didn't even know he was holding in.
You smirked, stepping closer. You push him to lean more on the back of the couch.
Maybe doing this on the couch would be a lot better but hey. This works.
Your hand goes to his stomach right about the waistband of his sweat pants. Your touch gives him a sort of chill as he looks down at you. Something you had noticed before but not ever really thought about.
"you sure this is what you want? I don't want you pressured into anything. I'll understand if you want to back out."
You ask. Examining his expression, feeling the way his skin pulses and twitches under your fingers. You didn't want to get too far into things for him to realize he actually isn't okay with this.
"yeah... I... I don't know if I can take much more of sitting in my room struggling to get myself off..."
He mumbles, causing you to smirk.
"sounds like someones desperate."
You laugh slightly. Running your hand over his bulge watched as he shudders. But having listening for months you know quite a bit of what he's into. Like how when he begs for his own release he promises that 'he'll be good' or a few times you've heard his girlfriend call him a good boy when she'd get off using him. Why not use what you know to your advantage to fluster him. Just a little.
"ya'know Charlie you do so much for her but she always leaves you crying, and begging and giving empty promises that you'll be a good boy."
You laugh slightly, palming him in his sweat pants. If he's not big you'd be shocked and even if he is you'll probably still be shocked. You watch the way he reacts with a quiet whimper.
"I think good boys deserve a reward don't you?"
You ask and see him nods almost frantically. You wouldn't say it but your enjoying this, the control you have over him right now.
Slowly you drop down to your knees, moving you hands to his waistband and pulling his sweatpants down letting them drop to his ankles. His hands drift back to the couch
Carefully running a hand over the bulge in his boxers. He gasped still looking down at you. It seems that's what he's focusing on. You and your movements.
You carefully pull down his boxers letting his dick spring out.
He lets out a sharp breath. You stared for a second. Maybe he was little bit bigger than you had expected.
I mean, you had many thoughts about maybe why his girlfriend wouldn't have sex with him. Like maybe his dick wasn't big enough for her, or was too big, or maybe his girlfriend was just scared of it, or she had something she didn't tell him.
Curiosity gets the better of some people.
But he was quite a bit bigger than you had expected. That alone makes your stomach twist.
Carefully you wrapped your hand around the base of his dick, which your hand doesn't entirely fit but it does enough.
He bites his lip.
"Ya'know maybe this is why she won't have sex with you"
You started your statement, you pump his dick slowly, and see his brows frown.
"what.."
He looks almost sad like you just told him no one ever loved him.
"I mean Charlie, look at your own dick."
You continue, twisting your hand ever so slightly. Shifting to sit up better on your knees, if your gonna remotely try and suck him off you can't do it without being level with his dick.
He looked at your hand around his dick letting out a sweet moan. Trying to understand what you meant.
"do you seriously not realize the fact that your dick could easily wreck a girl. I mean hell, my hand barely fits around you."
Your voice is pretty teasing but you're being serious. Just the the thought of him being inside of you makes your brain go fuzzy. Even if that's not something that would happen. You can't imagine what his girlfriend would be thinking. His girlfriend is like 5' feet after all maybe shorter.
Charlies face heats up even more as he moves his hands up to cover his face embarrassed.
You laugh in a sort of amusement.
"I never thought of it like that..."
He mumbles moving his hands to hold onto the back of the couch.
"men typically don't."
You explain.
Your rather experienced to say the least.
"what does that- mmh..."
He cuts himself off as you take him into your mouth. He really really likes that feeling.
You removed your hand from his cock as you sucked him off. You moved your hands to his thighs giving you something to hold onto.
You bobbing your head up and down paying special attention to his tip. Which seems to drive him crazy. You turn your head slightly to lick down the side of his dick, your hand returning to his dick for a moment to lift it higher allowing you to lick from base to the tip and flicking your tongue over the top before pushes him back into your mouth.
"holy fuck... Mmh that's... That's really good.."
He muttered letting out a whimper.
He's trying his best to not be too loud as he holds onto the couch like his light depends on it.
You pushed his fully into your mouth letting his hit at the back of throat, before pulling back off of him. Hes looking down at you as he lets out this sort of whine.
"why'd you..."
He mutters confused but you shush him. Carefully you slide you hands to his and pull them off the couch. Guiding them pretty carefully to your hair.
Typically your not the type to let someone fuck you mouth like this but for Charlie, you can make a acception. Give him control so you don't have to do as much.
"we both know how badly you want to cum Charlie."
His face reddening evening more as you open your mouth and your hands already back on his thighs.
"so go ahead and fuck my mouth like a good boy."
He looks embarrassed and flustered, precum dribbling as he guided your mouth onto him. He barely knows what he's doing, but he does know it feels good.
Really good.
Like he might burst good. Like he might cry from how good it feels.
It takes him a second to figure out how to properly fuck you mouth but when he does. It might just be the best feeling he's had in a long time.
He's thrusting into your mouth like his life depends on it.
The feeling of hitting the back of your throat was practically heavenly to him. It's really good. What gets him really bad is your gaze looking up at him. You eyes slightly watery and half lidded as he fuck into your throat. The feeling of him pounding into your mouth isn't exactly painless but you enjoy the pain so there's no complaints from you. Espically getting to watch how desperate he is.
He's moaning getting louder, whimpering is getting more frequent as he pumps himself deeper into your mouth. He might lose his mind like this. But he's getting closer. Part of him wants to stop, to pull out and let himself cum yet just because he doesn't want it to be over. He doesn't want to finish yet.
You can tell he's getting closer by how desperately he's fucking your mouth.
He didn't last really long. But his desperation makes sense as to why.
"fuck- mmh... I'm getting- yn-..."
He cuts himself off letting out another really loud moan as you push you own head farther onto him trying to give him a sort of sign that it's fine for him to cum down your throat. You're not the spitting type. Especially after hearing mutter out your name well nearly cumming.
He seems to get the memo and with a final movement he pushes all the way in and lets out a whimper as he came. You swallow around him. He came a lot more than you expected.
He let go of your hair pretty quickly, you pulled off his cock and wiped your mouth taking a short breather. He wasn't bad at that.
You stand up looking at him calmly.
"Good?"
You ask, voice slight horse.
He nods.
"that was... Really good..."
He mumbles reaching to pull up his boxers and sweat pants.
You step back and swallow your own saliva preparing to head back to your room when you started walking away he seemed to pause quickly grabbing your arm, not too hard just firm quickly turning you too look at him.
"wait wait wait... Its..."
He pauses pushing back his internal panic. As he makes you look at him.
"it- it wouldn't be fair for you to.. to well for you get me off and me not..."
He stammers for a second. The eye contact is making his panic. You understand what he's trying to say but your not going to hand it too him, he has to say it himself.
"fuck it. You did that for me and let me fuckin cum down your throat wouldnt be fair if I just didn't do anything for you."
He speaks doing his best to be a bit more confident. That shift in confidence throwing you off, your stomach practically doing flips and your voice gets caught in your throat.
Charlie seems to notice the way your voice gets stuck in your throat and the way you just blinked at him.
He takes this kind of into his own hands you spent time making him all embarrassed, than he came down your throat now it's his turn to make you squirm and if you'd let him, make you cum.
"what cat got your tongue? I know schlatt said you weren't the loudest when he fucked you but Geez Yn, I haven't even done anything to you, atleast not yet"
He raised a brow.
You stood there doing your best to focus, He knew that you and schlatt had... your confidence had crumbled way to quickly. Than again with Charlie's words it was hard not let your confidence crumble. He crept a hand up to your jaw making you look up at him.
"so what do you say, would you like for me to repay the favor?"
He tilts his head slightly raising a brow.
Not expecting him to come right out and say it that bluntly is well baffling.
You nod.
"yeah... Yeah that'd... That'd be great..."
You speak pretty quickly. He kind of smirks. He guides you to the couch, and pretty easily pushes you onto the couch. He follows suit sitting in front of you on the couch. He scoots back slightly and grabs you hips pulling you to be laid back on the couch before pausing.
He could easily manhandle you and you wouldn't complain.
He looks around for a quick moment and grabs a pillow from the side of couch.
"sit up for a moment."
He speaks softly but it sounds more like an instruction.
You of course listen and sit up as he puts the pillow behind where you're at before pushing you back. He was making sure your be sat up enough that you'd be able to see but also that way youd be comfortable.
And so he could watch you fall apart.
"comfortable?"
He asks.
"ye-Yeah I'm comfortable."
You respond, cringing at your own stutter.
Carefully his hands go to your hips and hooks his fingers under the hem your pajama pants, and with help of you pulls them off.
This isn't what you were expecting. At all.
You went from in control practically turning him into putty in your hands... Er well mouth, and making him wimper for you now here you are flustered out of your mind and basically being turned into a mess just at the slightest touch.
Part of you is cursing yourself for getting in this situation. Either way you were gonna be in your room fingering yourself. I mean what else are you supposed to do after listening to your roommate eat out his girlfriend to the point she was screaming.
You're quickly brought out of your thoughts by the feeling of a finger running over your clothed pussy, and Charlie's laughter. It's a different laugh, darker, full of a sort of amusement.
"I've barely even done anything to you and your practically soaking."
He seems sort of smug. You gasped before looking at him and his stupid smug expression. He looks at you with this sort of smirk before pulling off your panties. Instinctively you close your thighs once they are down from your thighs, Charlie tosses them to the side for you to find later.
Charlie lets out that same little chuckle like something about this is humorous to him. His hands slip between your thighs and part them. He takes a moment taking in the sight of your pussy. He looked almost like he was going to devour you whole.
"keep these nice and spread for me, yeah? Atleast for now."
He says and theirs something in hers tone your not entirely sure you've heard him use before but it's makes your stomach flip. His right hand slipped more down your thigh. His left hand stays firm on your thigh.
His gaze is back down on your pussy, a finger grazes over your entrance and back to your clit, switching his thumb to hover over your clit. His thumb circling over or clit sending a small shiver through your body. Slowly his hand slides back down to your entrance spreading it with his thumb, before prodding at your entrance with his middle finger. His gaze is extremely methodical. Like he's testing what gives the best reactions.
You're not the most reactive, or loud, you never really had been. Your first boyfriend broke up with you because you weren't moaning loudly like the porn stars he watched. Than again the only thing he was good at was kissing.
You're pulled out of your thoughts by Charlie pushing another finger into you. His fingers are quite a bit thicker than yours and longer, but that was a given.
The sound that comes out of you sounds more like a whine over anything. You can see a sort of smirk on his lips as he curls his fingers perfectly on the first try. His fingers press into the bundle of nerves like he knew exactly what he was doing. Your shaky breath seems like a encouragement in his eyes.
Hes thrusting fingers slowly and methodically. Watching your reaction. His gaze is enough to make you squirm. Its different. Alot more focused. Slowly he lowers himself to a position that tells you exactly what he's going to do. And just the idea of him eating makes your head spin.
He slowly plus his fingers out sliding them up to clit that practically aching. After circling for a moment you watch as he brings his fingers to his mouth cleaning them off before letting out a chuckle.
"you know, you might be quiet and not give much a reaction but your body betrays your everything."
He speaks his fingers returning back to your clit. You can feel his breath in your skin.
"but maybe you just quit because you haven't been worn out enough to make you get louder. But thats okay, I don't judge."
Charlie removed his finger and didn't take much time before he took a moment to lick your pussy. His tongue finding its way to your clit like he didn't just drop a random thing that had come to his mind. A thought you decided to try and push aside till later. Instead you gaze is on your roommate who's tongue is circling your clit before her flicks it using his tongue.
The sound of a choked back moan is what makes her commit to taking you clit into his mouth sucking on it. His fingers finding their ways back to your entrance. One slipping in and pumping he works his mouth on your clit. Hes looking up at you watching the way your eyebrows twitch and the way you whimper.
And when a second finger finds it way inside and your hands quickly find his hair. Not pulling or anything, not that'd he'd complain if you did, but your just holding on. Whimpering and letting out quiet moans, your thighs almost trying to close.
He ends up pulling his fingers and before you can complain her slides his mouth down to your entrance his tongue pushing in. As you start to squirm his hands find their way to your hips keeping you steady and still as he fucks you with his tongue. Looking into his eyes makes it even hotter but even better when he sits himself up a bit pulling your hips up off the couch keeping your pussy to his mouth.
The slight change in the position changes a lot of the feeling. It feels better, deeper even. Your breathing is ridged, whimpering more frequently and your grip on his hair is tight. He's watching your every reaction like he's studying for a test. And when you let your head fall back and you gazing is on the pillow you were propped up on before.
You feel one arm around your waist to keep you in the position he wants his other hand moves to your face forcing you to look at him. He stops tongue fucking you for only a moment.
"if you wanna cum, you gotta keep your eyes on me, do you understand me, baby?"
The name just slips out, and your brain short circuits for a moment. He said it so casually. You nod and he wastes no time getting back to what he was doing, now his free hand finds its way towards your clit. Rubbing it gently as he keeps his eyes locked on yours. Your eyes on his and what he's doing at all times.
It doesn't take long at all for you feel a familiar pooling in your stomach, you started trying to warning him how close you are, tell him but it sounds more like incoherent quiet babbling. He seemed to get the memo thumbing over your clit a bit quicker that before.
And when you do cum he doesn't instantly stop he's slow with it, slowly bringing it to a stop as hes practically drinking up your cum, your hands fall from his hair back onto the couch. Your breathing is heavy as he pulls back and gives you this sort of smirk.
"I take it you enjoyed that?"
He laughed, slowly sliding you back down.
"shut up.."
You speak quietly, now your kind of thankful you both agree on the more velvet textured couch.
You expected him to move or go back to his room or something but her remained right where he was, a hand on your thigh massaging slightly.
"you okay?"
He asked, examining your expression. You take a minute but nod.
"do you need anything? Food, a drink, blanket? Help to your room? Anything?"
He offers and it's almost feels like some sort of love story but you remember pretty quick, he has a girlfriend. Your shake your head and he seems to accept your answer as it is.
"just call me if you need anything, I really appreciated this. Even if it's wrong..."
He mutters, acknowledging how wrong it is before retracting his hand, standing up and walking up to his bedroom.
You are so utterly hopeless.
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I hope you enjoyed that, I do have ideas of how this could continue 100% but ya'know
I didn't proof read too lazy for that, but I kinda put more effort into Charlie eating out reader but like oh well
Any thoughts are welcome obviously 💜💜
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