#bsf!charles

Movie nights were a common tradition between you and Charles.

You glanced in the mirror, sighed, and splashed some water on your face, using your damp hands to cool your flushed neck. Nerves danced through your body as you gathered the courage to return to the living room where your best friend had been waiting for about 15 minutes. After a silly excuse, you had rushed to the bathroom and stayed there since.

You and Charles had been friends for nearly five years, bonding despite his occasional flirtation. This week’s movie night was no different; you had everything ready—snacks, drinks, a cozy blanket, and the green-eyed boy sprawled on your couch. However, something unusual was about to change the night.

The tingling sensation in your stomach intensified at the mere thought of Charles being beside you, his hand innocently brushing against your thigh or knee as he laughed with his deep voice. These actions were genuine and normal, yet tonight felt different. Why?

The wet dream you had the night before.

Your stupid dream had consumed you all day, flushing your cheeks when you locked eyes with Charles upon his arrival. It wasn’t that you hadn’t had such dreams before; you had woken up sweating and breathless from the obscene images your mind conjured. However, never had Charles been the star of those filthy scenes.

After that vivid image, every desire and attraction you felt for him resurfaced, leaving you craving only one thing: Charles.

“It was just a dream,” you murmured to yourself, steeling your resolve as you opened the bathroom door to return to the sofa. Charles was sprawled out, focused on his phone, oblivious to the emotional storm inside you. But when he noticed you, his green eyes flicked toward your figure.

“Are you okay? You took forever in there,” he exaggerated.

Rolling your eyes at his dramatics, you moved closer to him. He looked so good that you had to suppress the urge to bite your lips—or clench your thighs— Dressed in snug black gym shorts and a matching hoodie, he was undeniably attractive; yet all you could think about was how incredible he looked without clothes in your dream last night.

Nervously, you settled beside Charles just as you had before getting up to go to the bathroom. This time, he draped an arm over your shoulders, pulling you close to his chest. There was nothing unusual about his affection; he was always this way with you, and it never made you uncomfortable—in fact, it was one of the things you liked most about him.

Yet, Charles must have sensed the tension in your body. Perhaps it was because you didn’t return his embrace around his waist as usual or that you remained perfectly still. He tilted his head down, his gaze fixed on you. “What’s wrong? You don't like the movie?”

“No, it’s just that... I’m thinking about something else.” Shyness wasn’t a word that defined you around Charles; your conversations were always open and free of taboos. “I had a really strange dream last night, and I can’t stop thinking about it.”

Charles removed his arm from your shoulders, leaning forward to grab the remote and pause the now forgotten movie. Adjusting to face you, he nodded, inviting you to share. “What was it?”

You hesitated, shifting uncomfortably before sighing and shaking your head, trying to downplay it. “It’s nothing, just a kind of wet dream, but it doesn’t matter.”

Charles laughed, his eyes wide with genuine interest. “Seriously? Come on, you have to tell me!”

“No! Are you crazy? I’m not telling you about my wet dreams, Charles!” It was his turn to roll his eyes at your reluctance, urging you to continue.

“Why not? I’d tell you,” he pressed again. You shook your head, trying to stand up from the sofa in hopes that he would drop the subject. But before you could even attempt to get away, he grabbed your wrist, pulling you back to his side. “y/n! Why not? It’s not like it was with me.”

Your cheeks flushed instantly, and before you could deny it—though you were lying—his green eyes widened in surprise. “Oh my god, you had a wet dream about me!”

“Okay, big deal! Now you have something to tease me about for the rest of your life,” you crossed your arms in defeat, feeling embarrassment wash over you. Despite this, Charles gave you a soft smile as he gently took your hand. His intention wasn’t to make you feel ashamed; he was never mocking you. In fact, the idea that your mind could create something like that involving the two of you sparked a thrill within him and flattered him more than he would admit.

As the playful banter continued, the atmosphere in the room shifted subtly. The teasing laughter faded into a comfortable silence, and you could feel the weight of unspoken words hanging in the air. Charles’s gaze lingered on you, his expression a mix of curiosity and something deeper—something that sent a thrill down your spine.

“Hey” he said softly, breaking the silence. “You know I’d never make fun of you for something like that. It’s... kind of flattering, actually.” His voice was low, almost a whisper, and it sent a shiver through you.

You met his gaze, heart racing as you realized how close you were sitting. The warmth radiating from his body was intoxicating, and the tension that had built up between you felt electric. “I didn’t think you’d take it that way,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

Charles shifted closer, his arm slipping around your shoulders again, pulling you into him. “What if I told you I’ve had dreams about you too?” he said, his breath warm against your ear.

Your breath hitched at his words. “Really?”

“Yeah,” he replied, his voice low and sultry. “And they were a lot more... intense than just dreams.” He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke, igniting a fire within you.

Before you could respond, he turned to face you fully, his green eyes dark with desire. The playful teasing had transformed into something much more serious, and the air around you felt charged with anticipation.

“I'm gonna kiss you right now, is that okay?” he asked softly, searching your eyes for permission.

You nodded slowly, heart pounding as he closed the distance between you. His lips met yours gently at first—soft and tentative—before deepening into something more passionate. You melted against him as his hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer until there was no space left between your bodies.

The kiss ignited a whirlwind of emotions within you—desire, longing, and an overwhelming need for him. You tangled your fingers in his hair as he deepened the kiss, exploring your mouth with a hunger that made your head spin.

As the kiss intensified, Charles shifted slightly, guiding you to lie back on the sofa while he hovered above you. His body pressed against yours felt exhilarating; every touch sent waves of heat coursing through your veins.

“Ma chérie” he murmured against your lips, trailing kisses along your jawline and down to your neck. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.”

You gasped softly at his words as he nipped gently at your skin, sending shivers down your spine. “Charles…”

He paused for a moment to look into your eyes again, ensuring that this was what you wanted too. You could see the desire burning in his gaze and felt emboldened by it.

“Please,” you whispered, urging him on.

With that encouragement, he captured your lips again with fervor. His hands roamed over your body—tracing along your sides and dipping beneath the hem of your shirt. The sensation of his warm hands against your skin made you arch into him instinctively.

“Is this okay?” he asked between kisses, his voice thick with desire.

“Yes,” you breathed out, feeling bold and eager for more.

Charles pulled back just enough to remove your shirt completely before leaning down to plant soft kisses along your collarbone and down to your chest. Each kiss ignited fire beneath your skin; every touch made you crave him more.

He paused briefly to look up at you again, seeking confirmation in your eyes. You nodded eagerly, feeling emboldened by the heat of the moment.

With a teasing smile playing on his lips, he continued his exploration—his mouth trailing lower until he reached the waistband of your shorts. He looked up at you once more before slowly pulling them down, taking his time as if savoring every moment.

“Charles,” you gasped softly as he moved closer to where you needed him most.

“Just relax,” he whispered.

As Charles kissed his way down your thighs, the anticipation built within you, creating a delicious tension that left you breathless. You could feel your heart racing, each beat echoing in your ears as he took his time, savoring every inch of your skin.

“Charles,” you breathed, your voice a mix of urgency and desire. “Please…”

He looked up at you, his green eyes dark with lust, and smirked playfully. “What do you want, chérie?” His voice was low and teasing, sending shivers down your spine.

“I want you,” you admitted, feeling a rush of heat flood your cheeks. The vulnerability of the moment only heightened your desire for him.

With a soft chuckle, he leaned in closer, his breath warm against your core. “You have me,” he murmured before finally pressing his lips against the sensitive skin just above your waistband. The sensation sent a jolt of pleasure through you, making you arch your back instinctively.

He pulled down your shorts completely, exposing you to him fully. The cool air against your heated skin made you gasp, but the look in Charles's eyes—filled with hunger and admiration—made it all worthwhile.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he said, his voice thick with desire as he took in the sight of you beneath him. His fingers traced along your thighs, exploring every curve and contour as if memorizing the landscape of your body.

“Feels so good” you whimpered softly, feeling desperate for his touch.

He responded by kissing his way back up your body, trailing kisses along your stomach and up to your breasts. His mouth found one of your nipples, swirling his tongue around it before gently sucking. The sensation sent waves of pleasure coursing through you, and you couldn’t help but moan softly.

“Does that feel good?” he asked between kisses, looking up at you with a playful glint in his eye.

“Yes,” you gasped, gripping the fabric of the sofa as pleasure pooled deep within you.

Encouraged by your response, he switched to the other breast, giving it the same attention while his hand traveled lower to tease at your core. His fingers brushed against you lightly at first, testing the waters before he pressed against you more firmly.

“Charles!” You cried out as a wave of pleasure shot through you at his touch. He was skilled and attentive, knowing exactly how to push all the right buttons.

“I love hearing you calling my name,” he whispered as he continued to work his magic on you. With each stroke of his fingers against your sensitive skin, the tension inside you grew tighter until it felt like a coiled spring ready to snap.

“Please… don’t stop,” you begged, feeling yourself teetering on the edge of ecstasy.

Charles obliged by quickening his pace, fingers moving in a rhythm that matched the pounding of your heart. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer to that sweet release when suddenly he pulled back slightly.

“Are you ready for more?” he asked breathlessly, looking deeply into your eyes as if searching for any hesitation.

“Yes! I need you,” you replied urgently, desperation lacing your words.

With a satisfied grin, he positioned himself between your legs, leaning down to kiss you deeply once more before aligning himself with your entrance. The moment felt electric as he slowly pushed inside you, filling you completely.

You gasped at the sensation—he felt incredible—stretching and filling every part of you. He paused for a moment to let you adjust before starting to move slowly, each thrust sending waves of pleasure radiating through your body.

“Baby” he groaned softly as he found a rhythm that made both of you gasp with pleasure. “You feel amazing.”

You wrapped your legs around him instinctively, pulling him deeper as the heat built between you. Each thrust became more urgent as both of you chased that intoxicating high together.

“Harder,” you urged breathlessly, lost in the sensations coursing through your body.

Charles obliged without hesitation; his movements became more fervent and passionate as he drove deeper into you. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room alongside your shared moans and gasps.

The pressure inside you built higher and higher until it felt like an explosion was imminent. “I’m so close,” you panted, gripping him tightly as pleasure washed over every inch of your body.

“Me too,” he groaned in response, his breath ragged as he continued to thrust into you with abandon.

With one final push from both of you—your bodies moving in perfect harmony—you reached that peak together. Waves of ecstasy crashed over you as Charles buried himself deep within you one last time.

“Fuuuuuck” he called out as he released himself inside you; the warmth spread through every fiber of your being as pleasure coursed through both of you like electricity.

After what felt like an eternity of blissful release, Charles collapsed beside you on the sofa, breathing heavily as he pulled you close into his arms.

“Wow,” he said softly after a moment, still catching his breath. “That was… incredible.”

You smiled lazily up at him, feeling blissfully satisfied yet still buzzing from the intensity of what just happened between the two of you.