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Smoke Sesh

Pairing: Randall ‘Pink’ Floyd x FemReader

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, oral (male receiving), semi free use, dirty talk, degradation kink, little to no plot, use of drugs, friends with benefits?

Summary: A hangout in Pink’s garage ends up much differently that you originally had planned.

word count: 1.6k

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The garage is dim, barely lit by a half dead light bulb that dangles from the middle of the ceiling. Every once in a while it flickers but you never bother to say anything because it really just could be the weed in your system. The haze of smoke doesn’t help the lighting situation either, there’s so much of it you almost wonder if you should lift the garage door so it would seep down the driveway. It wasn’t supposed to be just you two but Slater and Wooderson decided they’d rather find chicks and cruise the town. That’s how weed enough for four ends up split between two.

“You want to pick a record?” Pink asks around a heavy exhale, white smoke pillowing past his lips. You shrug as you stand from the old musty couch and head for the record player. The Lynryd Skynyrd album has spun to a stop, the needle frozen in place. You’re quick to remove it and replace the silence with a Rolling Stones album. Brown Sugar starts to play and you turn only to find Pink unbuttoning more buttons on his green shirt.

You’re suddenly aware of how much saliva is in your mouth, watering as you eye the tan chest that had been blessed from the summer rays. His hair had gotten longer than normal, bangs hanging in his eyes, and every time he reached his hand to brush them away more of his chest peaked through. He was so handsome it actually drove you nuts. Almost made him hard to look at. When your eyes travel to the crotch of his pants it’s then he realizes you were standing and staring longer than normal instead of returning back to your spot.

“See something you like?” you’re sure it’s the weed talking, Pink is normally too kind to point something out so blatantly. He’d rather save someone the embarrassment. Your cheeks flush but the weed keeps your movements slow.

“Usually” is your response and whatever sober brain cell is left in your body screams internally. Yet as of right now you couldn’t care less because it was just you two and you’re pretty sure the weed had made Pink half hard. That or his pants were suddenly smaller than you remembered.

“Well are you gonna just stand there or are you going to do something?” Pink asks, almost daring you to make a move. If you had the normal amount of weed intended you probably wouldn’t move, more than likely roll your eyes, but that’s not the case. Instead you’re not even sure how you end up in front of him, lowering to your knees instead of sitting back in your spot. Pink lazily smokes his joint, seemingly unbothered despite the way he internally panics. Slowly your hands undo the last two buttons of his shirt and start with the one on his pants. He never actually expected you to do something.

You’re no longer in control of your body as you pull down his zipper and start to tug his pants down. Pink lifts his hips only slightly to help, a confirmation that this is more than okay. In one swift motion you drag down his pants and his boxers with it. Just as predicted he is half hard and gorgeous here too. Your mouth waters even more and if you haven’t surprised Pink already, your hand wrapping around the base of his dick does. It was your goal now to get him completely hard and finally get a taste of the guy who was the main character of all of your fantasies. It didn’t matter if you were borderline greened out, you were going to have this. Even if just for one night and nothing in return.

“Just as pretty as the rest of you” are the words you choose to mutter before kissing his tip ever so gently. Even though Pink is as greened out as you are, he almost regrets that you haven’t kissed his lips first. Yet who has time to dwell when those perfect lips are now wrapped around his length, tongue tracing the vein on the underside of his cock. It must be the weed because this is the best getting head has ever felt and you’ve barely even started. It’s when your tongue traces around his tip he fully hardens to the point it’s almost painful.

“Shit, you really know what you’re doing” Pink says while trying to keep a steady voice, sucking another puff of the joint as you bob down his now hardened length. He’s doing his best to act uninterested but at the same time your lips meet the base of his cock your hands cup his balls and give a slight squeeze. He’s lucky to have not cum right there and then. How easily you talk all of him in your warm throat.

After accomplishing the mission of getting him hard you’re now determined to make him finish. He tastes just as delicious as predicted and the way your mouth waters only adds the sensation of his heavy length rested on your tongue. The only thing indicating he enjoys this is how hard he feels in your mouth but you wouldn’t stop until you finally got to hear Pink moan. That explains why your movements speed up and you get sloppier as you continue to suck him off. Determined to make him feel good.

“You like this don’t you? Blowing me while I relax and smoke a joint. It’s turns you on, the idea of me using your mouth while I catch a high” the dirty talk is unexpected but it turns you on more than expected. Whether it’s from the weed or pleasure, you’re not sure. What you do know is that it makes you wet, knees meeting each other as you squeeze your thighs together. Maybe you’d ride him next, if he let you.

“What a pretty cock drunk slut you are, I never would have guessed” it must be the weed because Pink would never actually call a girl a slut, especially not in a degrading way, but the moan that reverberates around his cock shows you took it as praise in the very moment. You had wanted Pink to use you for so long, staring longingly at him with daydreams guilty as sin in your head. If it wasn’t for the haze you’re certain this would feel like a dream.

“You liked that didn’t you? Me telling you what a slut you are, letting me use your mouth to keep my cock warm. I bet you’d blow me all night” you’re certain he’s rambling now to hold off his finish but even high you doesn’t back down from a challenge. You hollow your cheeks tighter, hum a slow tune to add sensation, and massage his balls until you finally get the guttural moan you had been waiting for. His dick twitches against your tongue and the way he starts shifting in his seat almost makes it harder to keep going, but you don’t stop, you don’t slow down even as he lets out an angelic whine. Exactly what you had been hoping for.

“Shit okay, ah. You’re killing me” he pants, squirming and clearly trying not to cave but you’re just too good. You take him deeply once more, lips meeting the hair at the base of his shaft and it’s then he finishes. Painting your throat as you slowly suck him through his release. He’s awestruck when you finally stop and leave his length practically clean. Your face is a mess, tears running down your cheeks, and lips swollen and messy. Yet the smile you wear shows you don’t mind at all and he swears you’ve never been prettier.

“Sorry, couldn’t help myself” you shrug, a sly smile crossing your face as you look up at him. You’re sure your knees are numb but at this rate it was worth it.

“Jesus, why haven’t we been doing that sooner?” Pink asks, almost a little embarrassed by how wrecked he is. He shouldn’t still be hard, he’s never cummed harder in his life, yet here he was still a little wound up.

“You’ve been too preoccupied with other girls to ever look at me, besides we’re never alone. Today just happened to be your lucky day” you tell him, arm wiping your chin and standing to your feet. Pink watches you closely, a little intimidated and a little embarrassed. How stupid he had been to have never given you the chance before. He always thought you were pretty, you just happened to be one of the guys. Kind of like the stoner version of Cynthia. He never could’ve guessed you were kind of a freak. It made him question Cynthia now too. He’s brought back to reality when you sit back down beside him and steal the joint from his fingers.

“Well now it’s time for me to return the favor” Pinks already dropping to his knees, shirt open and practically falling off of him, member still proud and tall. Your knees press together despite the panicked look on your face.

“You can’t be serious” you say, suddenly extremely mindful of the skirt on your form. Pink’s mouth waters and he nods, hands settling on top of your knees and slowly sliding up your skin, fingers disappearing under your skirt.

“God yes” he practically begs and it’s then you’re certain the evening couldn’t get any crazier, so you open your legs for him just to find you with no panties and a glistening core. “I’m such a fool”

“Why’s that?” you ask, anticipation tangling with the arousal in your gut. Pink smiles as his hands slowly slide around your form and to your bum. In a swift movement he tugs you to the edge of the couch, your skirt flipping up for more access in the process.

“For not having considered you before”

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ash5monster01 · 7 days ago

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okay listen, 18+ only because I’m about to add a p link that popped up on my twitter but you literally can’t tell me that this isn’t Charlie Dalton

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Red Lips

Pairing: Charlie Dalton x FemReader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, smut, dirty talk, lust, friends to lovers arc.

Summary: To Charlie you’d always just been Y/N. Always there, always reliable. No use flirting with a girl that was practically one of the guys. But then you got older, and started wearing red lipstick, and Charlie realized he had one too many dirty thoughts about those lips.

word count: 2,698

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Makeup wasn’t your favorite thing in the world. That being said you still wore it. Yet you always went for the more natural look, not painting your face like some of the girls in school. Those were also the same girls who got mad when boys asked you out instead of them. You really had no need for eccentric makeup but when you got older and landed the job of your dreams, you realized you had to step up your game a bit. So you started pairing your look with a simple red lip, bold but still not too much.

Charlie always thought of you as the girl next door. After a year of trying to flirt with you he gave up. He figured you’d just always be around, and you were. You were when you both went to the same college, and you were when you both started working at the same business firm. You were his best friend after Neil died. So were the other boys but he didn’t see them as much as he saw you. You were always there, never having to question if he needed you or not. The most reliable person in his life, and there was absolutely no need to mess that up.

That was until you walked into the employee party. For the first time in his life he saw your lips painted with a perfect cherry red. The moment you spotted him the crimson corners upturned into a grin. Flashing your white teeth behind them like red curtains opening on a stage. He swore his heart skipped a beat, the sight of you enough to turn every head in the room. He used the time it took you approaching to clear his head so he didn’t sound like a blubbering fool in front of you.

“Hey Char” you smiled at him, the nickname sitting perfectly on your ruby lips. He had never loved the shortened version of his name more. Especially since you were the only person who used it.

“Y/N, you look ravishing” he grinned back, grabbing your hand to spin you in a turn, and really take in the sight of you. The little black dress, the bright lips in contrast. He wasn’t sure he would make it through the night.

“Oh don’t be a kiss ass” you swatted his chest, shaking your head. Some of your hair fell into your face and he was quick to push it away.

“Baby, I’m not lying. Everyone here is checking you out” you rolled your eyes but smiled nonetheless. Charlie was a natural charmer, but you knew he was being serious about this.

“Come on Mr. Flirt, come buy me a drink” you told him. Normally Charlie wasn’t one to act so possessive around you, but his hand instantly found your back and led you to the bar where he would happily oblige and buy you as many drinks as you wanted.

“So, red huh?” Charlie asked after a while, you both contently sipping from your drinks. He leaned against the bar leisurely, eyeing you like a predator eyed his prey.

“You like it?” Charlie felt his chest tighten, wishing there was a way he could describe to you just how fucking much he loved it.

“More than anything” he told you, making sure you knew that from the way he was looking at you. You instantly became nervous under his stare, realizing your minor change was enough to awaken something in the most reliable person in your life. “I had the same shade in high school you know?”

“Lipstick?” Charlie nodded, sending a chuckle past your lips.

“I’d draw a lighting bolt on my chest with it, it was an Indian warrior symbol for virility. I was convinced it would drive girls crazy. I called it getting red” Charlie didn’t admit he still did it from time to time, figuring it couldn’t hurt.

“Did it ever work?” you asked, looking perfectly innocent and sweet. Charlie wouldn’t mind a bit if you were the one who got him red tonight. He wished you would smear the lipstick all over his mouth, neck, and well, you know.

“Not yet, but I have a feeling it might work for you tonight” the deep blush on your cheeks nearly matched the stain on your lips. Charlie loved that he was able to get that reaction from you.

“Someone must’ve had one too many drinks” you justified his behavior, not used too flirty Charlie. Yet Charlie stepped closer, wanting you to know how serious he was.

“This is my first one. Fact. Those red lips are driving me insane. Fact. You’re the only girl in my life. Fact. And you’re the only one I want in it. Also a fact” your breath hitched in your throat as he said this. Charlie hadn’t flirted with you since the early Welton days. You never would’ve figured he kept a crush all these years.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about” you began to shake your head but he placed a hand on your hip and you gasped like it lit you on fire.

“I’ve been attracted to you my whole life Y/N. But those red lips, that’s something I can’t ignore. Getting red never worked for me but I have a feeling if you’re the one putting lipstick on me it would” the dirty thoughts flooded your mind and without even noticing you pressed your thighs together. The idea of looking at Charlie through your eyelashes as he fell apart underneath you was too much to bare.

“Why haven’t you made a move until now?” you asked and Charlie moved the hand from your hip and to your back to pull you closer.

“I didn’t want to risk losing you. I still don’t, but if I don’t do something about this I might actually go insane” and suddenly Charlie was flush against you and the feeling of him half hard in his trousers elicited a whimper you couldn’t contain.

“You’d never lose me Char” you told him, entirely aware of the fact that it took almost no convincing from him for you to bend completely at his will.

“If that’s true, why don’t we get out of here” he told you, smile resting perfectly on his face. The idea that he was turned on just by the fact you wore red lips was enough to send you running into his arms. So when you nodded and he started guiding you towards the door you did everything in your power to guarantee your knees didn’t buckle beneath you.

You both kept quiet, anticipating what the time alone could mean for you both. You never thought changing up your makeup would be the tipping point of a long waiting game with Charlie. Now in just a few moments your entire relationship was going to change and even though that was scary, this was something you both wanted for a long time. So when both the elevator doors shut Charlie had you pushed against the wall instantaneously. His face was so close you could barely see him but the way his lips slightly brushed yours as he breathed heavily had you humming in satisfaction. You knew he was holding back, asking himself if crossing this line was worth the risk. So you made the decision for him.

Grabbing the back of his head you smashed your lips against his, taking in a breath from his air. It took him no time to react at all as his arms circled around your waist. You were shocked at first by how soft his lips were, they were one of the few things on Charlie’s body you had never touched. His hands were normally calloused and tough, but his lips were like pillows made of clouds. The feeling addicting. Then you noticed how his mouth tasted like cherries and the scotch he had just been drinking. A mix that tasted better than anything you had ever imagined. Your tongue explored every inch that you could before curling around his own. He let out a heavy grunt as you pulled back, biting his lip and pulling it with you in the process. He heaved a breath as the elevator doors opened, more guests stood outside, giving you both looks as you ushered out the doors.

“What were they looking at?” Charlie asked, hand on your back as he led you out the doors to get a cab.

“Maybe your clown makeup slick” you grabbed his face, rubbing a thumb over some of the lipstick you had smeared across his face.

“No, stop” he quickly grabbed your hand, pulling it from his face. “This lipstick is staying exactly where it is, that way everyone knows who I’m kissing and to back off”

“I should’ve started wearing red lipstick so much sooner” you said to yourself before you both climbed into a cab. Charlie’s heart nearly soared over the fact you finally admitted that you’ve wanted this as much as him. The ride to Charlie’s apartment seemed so long you thought you might lose it. By the way he was bouncing his leg you figured he felt the same way too. Once you finally got there he couldn’t pull you inside soon enough.

“I hope you brought extra because you’re going to need to reapply” Charlie told you with a dopey grin before planting a kiss on your lips. As his hands fumbled with the zipper on your dress you dug into your purse, blindly feeling for the tube of lipstick. Once Charlie realized that was what you were doing he started to kiss your neck, slowly dragging the zipper down your back.

Once you had the lipstick in your hands you popped open the cap and Charlie stepped back to watch you apply it on your lips. You took your time, watching as he removed his jacket, then his tie, and then his shirt. His eyes didn’t move from your lips once. You slowly dropped your arms, allowing the dress the fall in a heap at your feet. Charlie sucked in a quick rush of air to see your undergarments matched the red

of your lips.

“Charlie Dalton at a loss for words, I never thought I’d see the day” you smiled, approaching him with the lipstick still in your hand.

“There isn’t a word on earth that could describe how ethereal this feeling is” he whispered and you smiled as you moved to drag the lipstick along his chest. Charlie watched as you zagged the tube through his chest hair, the kind he didn’t have in high school. Once you were finished a bright red lighting bolt was left on his chest.

“You’re driving me crazy” and that was all it took for Charlie to scoop you up and rush you towards his bedroom. You kissed upon his face, neck, and shoulders as he moved you across the apartment. Leaving sticky red lips completely in your wake. Once Charlie reached the bed, he dropped you down before fumbling with the buckle on his pants. Slowly you sat up and nudged his hands away, to do it yourself.

“Fuck, Y/N” he had imagined this moment with you thousands of times before but never had he thought how perfect you would actually be. It was like everything he imagined you somehow did it better. Once his pants were in a pool at his feet he quickly stepped out and jumped on top of you in the bed.

Quickly your lips found his as his hand cupped over you breast. You whimpered softly as he kneaded at the soft flesh, and you instinctively started nudging your hips against his own at the feeling. Finally he reached around and unclasped the red fabric. The minute it left your body his lips were on your breasts, a hand occupying whichever one he wasn’t sucking.

“Oh, Char” the use of his nickname edged him on and he ventured his kisses farther down until he was met with the red fabric covering your mound. Slowly his slipped a finger under the seam, pulling it to the side and exposing your arousal to the cool air. You writhed against the mattress, waiting for him to do anything. Then suddenly his mouth was on you and you arched back into the mattress. Charlie tasted you in every possible way, realizing you were the sweetest thing on earth.

“Use your fingers, please Char” you whimpered, hands tangled in his chestnut locks as he continued to lap at your wetness. You could feel him smile against you as his finger pushed its way inside of you. You moaned loudly, which caused Charlie to movie faster and add more fingers. Once you were crumpling beneath him he pulled back, a dopey grin on his face.

“You enjoy that baby?” he asked and you nodded as he hooked his thumbs in his boxers and pulled them down his waist. You gasped as he revealed himself, tall and proud. Then you smirked as you get an idea.

“Lay down Char” you told him, tugging him onto the bed. You stood up, removing your own panties before dropping to your knees in front of him. Once Charlie realized what you were doing his head fell back on the mattress, closing his eyes as he tried to calm himself down. While he wasn’t looking you took him in your hand, giving a good few rubs before pressing your mouth to his tip. He hissed as you opened up and started to take him as much as you could. Where your mouth couldn’t reach you used your hands, and he slowly bucked his hips into your face. You continued to suck until he was pushing you off. Once Charlie saw the lipstick smeared all over his hard-on he fell back down onto the mattress again.

“Baby, I need to be inside of you right now” he said and you smiled as you stood up and straddled his waist. Charlie sucked air through his teeth as you grabbed him again, brushing the tip through your folds until slowly pressing yourself down into him. His hands grabbed your waist, smiling until you were fully sat.

“You look like an angel” he told you and he wished you could see how pretty you looked, completely naked, sitting on top of him. You smiled before slowly lifting yourself and dropping back down. Once you found a rhythm you both moaned together loudly, lipstick smeared all of your chin. The kisses and lighting bolt on his chest smeared as well. Yet you didn’t care because no one had ever made you feel like this before.

“I’m close” you told him, squeezing your eyes shut as he started meeting up at you with thrusts. The feeling was like heaven on earth.

“Me too baby, you feel so good” his praise turned you on, tightening around him which made him groan. The feeling encouraged his movement and suddenly he was thrusting up into you faster and harder. It took only moments to come on top of him, squeezing him for all he was worth. Charlie followed closely behind, arrogant over the fact he had made you come twice. You fell against him, red lighting bolt pressed between your sweaty skin. He kept his arms wrapped around you, neither of you moving as he sat completely stuffed inside of you.

“That was amazing” you whispered, pressing another kiss to his chest.

“That had to be the best night of my life” he told you, and you smiled as you lifted your head to look at him.

“If you’re going to react like this every time, I’m wearing red lipstick every day for the rest of my life” Charlie chuckled as he pulled you up, sliding out of you in the process, and he pressed a chaste kiss to your lips. He had never felt so much kissing someone before. He had never felt so much in general, and he was disappointed he wasted all these years.

“I intend to do this every night for the rest of our lives, red lipstick or not”

#please open at your own risk #it is a porn link #i normally don’t try to share this kind of content #but I literally wrote it so we might as well provide visuals #charlie dalton #charlie dalton fanfiction #dead poets society

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