still thinking abt tommy saying βsmashβ 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 π₯°
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 wordsβ¦ π¨
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 youβd brought up the fact that you were going on a date the next day.
Your first date ever.
βYou wannaβ¦β
βPlease? I just- I donβt want to tank my first date because Iβm inexperienced.β You pleaded, your body turned to face him completely.
Charlie was your best friend.
Youβd 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. βAnd soβ¦ You want me toβ¦β
You frowned, burrowing your face in your hands. βPlease donβt say it again, I already feel weird.β
βNo! Itβs notβ¦β Charlie stammered, struggling to find what words he really meant. βYou donβt need to be embarrassedβ¦ I justβ¦β
He didnβt want you to feel bad.
It was flattering, if anything, that you trusted him enough to even ask.
And itβs not like he didnβt want to kiss youβ¦
He did.
He really did.
And maybe that was the problemβ¦
But when you were sitting across from him, eyes big and pleading, how could he ever find it in himself to deny you?
βJust to practice?β 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. βI would also appreciateβ¦ Tips.β
He chuckled, almost in disbelief at how open you were being about this. βIf it wonβtβ¦ Make anything weird-β
βIt wonβt, scouts honor!β 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 scoutβs salute.
His touch was warm in your hand, lingering for just a moment too long.
βOkay.β
βReally?β 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.
Heβd 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 wasnβt so sure it was completely innocent anymore.
βYeah.β Charlieβs tone was low, not realizing how close youβd gotten to him until then, glancing at your lips. βIβll help.β
Your heart skipped a beat.
You really didnβt 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.
Charlieβs lips were so soft, tasting like strawberry jelly, the donuts youβd eaten together just mere minutes ago.
You couldnβt move, couldnβt 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. βBreathe through your nose.β
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 youβd 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 youβd 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.
βButβ¦ How do Iβ¦β
He just grinned at your impatience. βIβll show youβ¦β
Your body shivered at his words.
βOpen your mouth a littleβ¦β 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 youβd ever imagined when pleasuring yourself.
When he pulled away, you knew youβd 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, Charlieβs 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.
Charlieβs 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 youβd brushed against something hard beneath you, causing you to pull away, wondering if youβd done something wrong. βSorry, I just-β
He didnβt have the words to explain himself, why heβd gotten hard at his best friend kissing him.
But you didnβt give a damn.
βWill you teach me?β You whispered to him, rubbing your clothed core on the hard print of his dick in his jeans.
Charlieβs brain nearly short circuited at the request. βTeach youβ¦ What?β
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 youβd tried so hard not to stare into for any longer than necessary.
Youβd just felt so wrong, imagining him touching you, kissing you, fucking youβ¦
You werenβt really sure how you actually felt about him.
Maybe you had a little crush on him and all of this talk of βinexperienceβ was just your way of creating something between you two.
A desperate attempt, you would admit.
Youβd 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 youβd one time left on your floor of your room just so he would see them.
One time, youβd thought about cuddling up to him during one of your sleepovers and rubbing your ass against him to egg him on, but you didnβt.
You just wanted him to do something.
But he didnβt.
He was just so nice.
So caring.
Completely respectful of you and your personal space.
But you didnβt want him to be respectful anymore.
You wanted him to want you as much as you wanted him.
Charlieβs eyes dilated at the sight of your tits, cupped in a cute little bra.
βTeach me how to make someone feel goodβ¦β You pleaded, your face flushed and hot.
Charlie opened his mouth to object.
He had definitely taken this too far.
Heβd wanted you so bad, heβd managed to push aside any feelings to help you.
He just couldnβt do this with you if it wasnβt him that you actually wantedβ¦
But how could he stop when you were practically begging him to keep going?
So Charlieβs 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.
βTake yourβ¦ Your hand.β 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, Charlieβs.
He was smooth, but hard, the stiff muscle beneath the skin twitching at your touch.
He was breathing harder than youβd ever heard him before, practically panting as you experimentally circled over his slit with pre-cum beading over it.
βJust uhβ¦ Hahβ¦ Go slow.β 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.
βSqueeze tighterβ¦ I can take it.β 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.
βFuck~β Charlieβs head fell back, letting out a groan at your movements. βYeah, just like that.β
You felt your chest heave, watching him struggle to keep sounds down.
It wasnβt 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. βWhyβd you stop?β 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.
βOhβ¦β
βI still havenβtβ¦β You struggled to get the words out.
βAndβ¦ You want me toβ¦β
You nodded bashfully.
You wanted it to be him, needed it to be him.
You felt so safe with him.
You couldnβt imagine anyone else you would be willing to go this far with.
Both of you realized then that this wasnβt for practice anymore, but for your pure lust.
Charlie knew you hadnβt 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 cockβ¦
He wanted to fuck your virgin pussy and ruin you for anyone else.
Youβd been such a whore in front of him so many times.
Every dirty thought heβd ever had toward you could finally come out to play.
Charlieβs fingers dug into the meat of your thigh. βYou want me to fuck you?β
You nodded desperately, shy, yet so fucking horny.
He couldnβt 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, heβd 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 wouldnβt 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 youβd never turn to someone else ever.
Turn you into such a cock hungry slut, youβd 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.
βYou want me to take your virginity?β 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. βPlease, Char~ Fuuuck!β
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.
βGod, youβre so fucking tight.β 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.
βFeels good?β 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. βOoh~ yesss~β
βPracticing, my ass.β Charlie growled out, forcefully thrusting into you enough to punch the air out of your lungs. βYou just wanted me to touch you like a little slut.β
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 youβd 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.
βYouβre all mine.β Charlie mumbled deliriously. βPussyβs all mineβ¦β
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.
βChar~ Charlie~β You moaned, feeling him switch angles and pound up into a spot that made you see stars. βSo deeeeeep! Aahh~β
βYeah? Did I find your spot, baby?β He asked, pinching and tugging on your nipples. βAre you gonna cum?β
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.
βOhhh fuuuuckk~β 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.
βYou should maybe uhβ¦ Cancel that date tomorrowβ¦β Charlie chuckled under his breath, pressing a kiss to your temple.
You grinned in response, nuzzling into his neck. βDefinitely.β
