#charliewalker

TW: smut, Charlie >DOM<, petnames, 15+, GN! reader

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You were home alone on a normal Friday night, your parents on a business trip left the whole house for you, but you didn't throw a party. Instead you decided to watch some film on a cozy couch in your living room. Well, before you could even get to that, you heard phone ringing, so you quickly got up to pick it.

"Who is this?" you asked while rubbing the back of your neck, you didn't like talking to people on phone, it gave you a bit of anxiety.

"I'm the last person you'll ever see alive." you heard the person on the other side say. You could've sworn you heard their laugh. It didn't take you long to realize it was a mans voice.

"Oh, really? How come so?" you joked and squeezed your phone in between your shoulder and your ear while filling a glass with juice.

"A kid home alone at this time, you really think you're safe?" he laughed. "I can see the fear growing in your eyes, sweetheart..."

You froze on the spot, unable to speak. You tried to catch a sight from anything moving behind the windows, but there was no one. You thought, it must've been a fool, a joke.You suddenly had a plan in your head. A little game, maybe.

"You can see me, huh?" You rested your hand on your waist and slowly moved it to your thighs in a slightly seductive way.

"Can you see this, Mr. Ghostface?" you asked in a subby tone.You could hear the man on the other line lick his lips and laugh a little before speaking.

"Of course I can...you want me to get there and tear the clothes off of you?" he scoffed in a teasing but serious tone.

This made you think; do you want to tease him to get out of this alive or really lose your virginity to a mean freak? You're a whore, of course you picked the second option.

"What if I do, Mr. Ghostface? Do you have enough courage to get inside and do it to me?" you laughed a little, still seductivly running your fingers on the top of your underwear.

"You bet your cute ass I do." You heard the call end and stayed confused until you saw figure walking through your front door. It was him.

Long black cape, black boots, gloves and ghostface mask where the face should be. Something about this whole outfit seemed attractive.

He stepped inside your house and closed the door behind him. He walked over to you and slowly took his mask off, revealing his pretty face, his long brown hair falling on his shoulders like dominoes. His blue eyes registered your every move.

You couldn't believe how pretty he was, you expected some old perv. Instead you got tall and hot, teenage boy. It almost felt like you recognized him.

"You look even prettier in person..." he put his fingers on your chin to lift your face up. The look of the blue eyes felt so dreamy...you felt like you could just swim in them and drown too. They were so poetically beautiful, it almost hurt.

Red flush ran through your cheeks as he said that. By that time you remembered who he was; it was one of the leaders of the Cinema Club - Charlie Walker. But what would he do if he knows that you recognized him? You stayed quiet about that.

"Mr. Ghostface, do you wanna get started?" you asked with a bit nervous tone. You walked back to the living room, the killer following you and staring at your ass. When you got there, he finally answered.

"Of course, doll. Get on your knees." he said as he bit his lower lip.

"W-what...?" you mumbled.

"You listen to my orders, I'm your master, isn't that right? Get on your knees, now!"

"Fine." you mumbled and got on your knees, feeling the ground under them, cooling your skin.

He just smiled and started undoing his belt under his cape. His jeans fell to the ground, not revealing much under the cape. Second after that, his blue boxers met the ground too.

His hands in gloves lifted the cape revealing pretty long veiny and excited cock of his. "Open your mouth, slut!" he ordered.

After doing as he said, you felt him agressively enter your mouth with his dick. You couldn't take the whole lenght in, but he didn't seem to care when he grabbed your head and started thrusting into your mouth, deep into your throat.

It didn't take long for your whole face to get potrayed with salty tears from your poor gag reflex. And the man above you just kept ignoring it, throat fucking you, gripping your hair as if you were a slut and groaning beautifuly.

Maybe that's the reason why you didn't stop him at all. The sounds he was making gave you butterflies and the strength to not fall apart.

You pinched your skin in between your brows with your fingers, to stop the gag reflex for a while, it worked so you could keep satisfying the boy.

Deep in your mind you knew that he was little too nerdy to actually have somebody, that's why he did all of this, and it worked. Your sick brain even started to like him and the feeling of the tip of his cock somewhere deep inside your throat.

This kept happening for a while until you felt some warm liquid fill your throat completely. His fingers pulled your hair once again, his moans were so beautiful, that when he pulled out from your mouth you were kinda sorry it was over.

You then swallowed it all, leaving him surprised.

"Good pet, very good..." he tousled your hair while praising you. Then he offered you his hand, helping you stand up.

His arms were all around you, his fingers still in the black gloves, slowly untying the small bow holding your pajama bottoms on your body.

"You think you can take it all in, love?"

# :: 𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 🫧 - 𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒂 𝒄𝒍𝒖𝒃 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒆

i could definitely rewrite this with a different mini obsession plot

part 2

charlie was big on making sure that the club always had a big meeting at least once every two weeks

discussing the latest movies and even the classics were an important part of keeping debates going and he always wanted to expand the number of members coming every week

however he only really noticed the numbers climbing in their ranks when a certain girl started frequently appearing at the back of the classroom to quietly sit and listen for the entirety of the clubs period

it took him a couple of visits to recognise the face but it was you