#charlie babbitt

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Question? 🥰

I just wanna know... what's y'all's favorite Tom Cruise movie? If you can pick one lol. It's hard for me to pick just ONE... I love ALL of his movies, he's awesome in all of them! But if I had to I'd go with Top Gun: Maverick, I just love the movie from beginning to end ❤❤

[mqverick]

your woman || ‎ ‧₊˚ 𓂃౨ৎ

mature themes, 18+

very detailed smut, dni if you’re a minor

“just use me up and then you walk away

boy, you can’t play me that way”

─── ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ───

Every time Charlie Babbitt opened his mouth, it seemed like a never-ending awards ceremony was on, a lazy smirk living permanently on the corners of his lips. It was as if the idea of someone questioning him was both amusing and absurd. Charlie’s ego was so immense, it practically had its own gravitational pull. It was the sun in his universe, with everything and everyone else relegated to mere planetary status.

If the work didn’t pay well, you wouldn’t had bared a single second next to him, leaving to finally rest at your home with his excessively loud yelling still ringing in your ears, the annoyed sighs, the rude commands. To sum things up, Charlie Babbitt was the kind of man to drive you insane even if you were walking on sunshine.

It surprised you when he first announced that he’d preferred little old you over Lee to come along with him on a business trip in Palm Springs.

The response that rolled on the tip of your tongue at first was a big fat no. Why on earth would you want to spend an entire weekend with that nerve wrecking boss of yours when you could just enjoy the rewarding silence and comfort of your own home? But then again, when Charlie had his mind set on something, he stuck with it until the end.

In other words, whether you liked it or not, you were going on a little ‘getaway’ with him. Turned out, though, that his plans got disrupted by the sudden death of his father, forcing him to take a turn and drag you along to Cincinnati, where the funeral was taking place. You found out later on in the car that Charlie wasn’t the biggest fan of his father due to the lack of emotion he showed throughout the ride. You didn’t care to ask, simply letting out an annoyed groan every now and then to piss him off even further.

For four hours, you were participating in a scoff contest with him, winner would be the one with the longest, most pained sigh. Things got even worse — if possible — after Charlie spoke to the family lawyer about his inheritance, which was as disappointing as getting to work for him all day long. Couple of rose bushes and a stupid car.

“For fuck’s sake, Charlie, can you quit complaining about everything?” you yelled at him after deciding that you’d had about enough.

“Quit complaining?” he repeated, looking at you as if you were a lunatic. “Tell you one story. Just one. You know that convertible out front? My father loved that car more than he loved his family. It’d always been off limits to me. Tenth grade, I’m sixteen and for once I bring home a report card and it’s almost all straight A’s.”

You glanced at him, impressed with the statement, whistling out a low ‘ooh’. “Didn’t know you had it in you, Babbitt,” you commented and he had to break the eye contact for a minute, flushed with embarrassment and a light blush.

“Don’t look so damn surprised, Jesus. So, I go to my dad. Can I take the guys out in the Buick? A victory drive, you know. Says no, but I sneak it out anyway, take the keys. We’re on the Lakeshore Drive; four kids — and we get pulled over. He’d called in a report of a stolen car, not his son took the car out without permission. Just… stolen.”

“I’m getting bored of your sob story.”

“Shut up, will you?” he gritted through his teeth, sighing when you faked a yawn to demonstrate how deeply nonchalant you felt about his story.

“Get to an end, it’s been years.”

“Cook County Jail. Other guys’ dads bail ‘em out in an hour. He left me there two days. Drunks were throwing up everywhere, psychos eyeing me up… That was the only time in my life I was gut scared. Shit-your-pants fucking terrified. Left home, never came back and here I am.”

By the end of his memory, Charlie was trying to choke back a couple of tears that burned through his blurry eyes. His back was turned to you, he hated getting weak, felt as though the Trojan walls he’d built to keep up his mental strength had been bombed, collapsing into crumbles.

You said nothing — couldn’t bring yourself to. You weren’t used to being around that Charlie, had no idea how to react. Under normal conditions and had you not despised his guts, you would’ve hugged him so tightly that the air would get knocked out of his lungs, but it felt wrong, inappropriate for the moment. You settled for a tight-lipped smile instead, standing up and grabbing the second pillow from the bed, tucking it under your arm along with a blanket.

“Looks like you need the bed more than I do.”

Not even a goodnight. He didn’t bother to say another word to you either, so you called it a night, hugging the uncomfortable pillow closer to your head as you shivered under the blanket, wishing that you could’ve gotten the bed instead of the couch. Charlie deserved it that night, though. It was probably the least you could do for him, seeing as your way with words wasn’t exactly a delight. Sleep wasn’t on your side either.

Spent a couple of moments tossing around in agony, until you eventually decided to get up, blanket wrapped loosely around your shoulders as you rummaged through the library in the living room, encountering a photo album. You looked around in the room, making sure that Charlie was still in his room and placed the heavy album on your lap, carefully turning the pages.

Charlie at four years old. Then a bit older, standing alone in the picture, scrawny chest, baggy trunks. You had to stifle a chuckle, the pictures of younger him amusing you.

───

You both woke up early the next day, wind blowing through your hair as Charlie drove to the beneficiary down at the Lynwood Home. Just some stuff I have to wrap up for my dad’s estate, was the only explanation he gave you as he turned down the narrow road, clearing the crest of a hill now, a huge white building coming into view. A country estate, you reckoned.

Charlie continued toward it, approaching a man painting at an ease near the side of the road, shielding whatever he was working from the view by having his back turned to you.

“Excuse me, that place up there is the Lynwood Home, isn’t it?” But the man didn’t acknowledge Charlie in any way and you had to hold back a chortle. Nevertheless, he continued his way into the building, asking you to wait for him outside (wouldn’t take long, he said) as he sorted out the beneficiary issue that seemed to taunt him.

Not being in a mood for arguing, you did as you were told, patiently sitting in your seat as you shuffled through the radio station, trying to find a catchy song to listen to. You gasped in surprise when the sudden presence of a man sat next to you at startled you out of your boredom.

“Hello, can I help you?”

No response.

His hands were firmly grasped around the steering wheel as he started intently at it. Didn’t move at first, just stayed still for a couple of seconds before he began murmuring something that you couldn’t really make out. You tried to get him out of the car, but he flinched as if your touch was scorching against him in every intention of pushing him away. At some point, you gave up and hoped the man would leave when Charlie would come back, otherwise he was bound to hearing it from him very loudly.

Which indeed happened when he finally returned, rudely asking the poor guy to get going. Raymond, as you found later he was called, had other plans though. Apparently — and it came as much as a shock to you as it came to Charlie — he was his brother. Son of Sanford Babbitt.

Raymond Babbitt, who was kidnapped in some sort of way by Charlie, claiming that Dr. Bruner had suggested that he took his brother on a little trip. You knew that was just his usual bullshit talk, though, but tried to keep it down your throat, focusing more on helping Ray relax. He was mouthing stuff that made no sense, spelling out Vern and memorizing TV dialogues — he looked and sounded stressed and it made you want to hit Charlie’s breaks so abruptly that he’d crash his stupidly air floated head into the front shield of the car without the slightest hint of a warning.

Fucking California.

You found yourself in a crappy motel he’d rented in California for the night. Raymond was upset, so out of his comfort zone and familiar routine and places, sitting alone in his room as Charlie wandered back and forth all over the rooms while making calls back to Lee, informing him that he needed to put a pause in the business for a bit.

How insane was he exactly again?

“You’re a horrible fucking person, you know that?” you muttered lowly into his ear as you mustered a warm smile to his brother, opting to make whatever the hell of an experience that was at least enjoyable for him.

“You have no place in this.”

“No? Last time I checked you’ve been dragging me back and forth your stupid trips like I’m some sort of forgotten luggage.”

“That’s it — lights out, Ray Ray,” Charlie exclaimed in a forced enthusiastic voice as he grabbed your shoulder and pulled you outside, closing the door to Raymond’s room.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

“Get a fucking taxi and leave! I’m not going to give you explanation on what I do in my personal life,” he whispered-yelled at you, stalking across to his own room as you followed him, pissed.

“He’s your brother! You’ve kidnapped the poor guy, have been nothing but a dick to him and all that for what? Go apologize to him, tell him that first thing tomorrow morning you’re taking him back to the beneficiary,” you ordered him in the same tone he used at you.

Charlie shielded his eyes, running his palms down across his cheeks as he let out a long, dramatic sigh, burning holes through your head with his malicious glaring. “The fuck that’s happening! He’s a freaking pain in the ass, obviously I’m not going to tuck him in and kiss his forehead goodnight — I’m not his mother.”

“You’re his kid brother, Charlie. For crying out loud, he needs you, the least you can do for him is show some respect. It’s not his fault he doesn’t understand the world the same way you and I do,” your voice softened just a tad, trying to keep the noise down for Raymond not to hear. “He’s your big brother, could be someone to look up to—”

Charlie glared down at the floor, fighting of his temper. He shook his head — could be even be hearing to your nonsense? “What’s going on in my life is none of your fucking business and you get no chance to go around giving advice.”

“Fine, be the shitty piece of burning crap you are then, I couldn’t care less. But you owe me explanation on why you brought him here. What are we even doing in California?”

Charlie collapsed on the foot of his bed, running a hand through his hair. “I’m going to keep him. I’m pissed off at him…”

“What is that even supposed to mean? Pissed off at Raymond? What has he done to you?”

“No, at my dad. I need to get what’s mine, okay? He left Ray a shit ton of money and… You heard what Lenz said, okay? He doesn’t even understand the concept of money — my dad preferred to leave him three million dollars, up until every last dime, he fucking despised me.”

You blinked slowly, trying to absorb all of this.

“You’re telling me you’re treating Ray like he’s some sort of your property for money? Where the fuck do you get off, Charlie — you’re disgusting!”

You stalked past him in the bedroom, storming off as you slammed your hands on each side of your head in disbelief. You heard him get up from the bed, catching up with you as he snatched your arm and turned your body towards his own.

“You don’t know how it feels to be in my shoes right now, okay? Look, I need you… I need you here, this is all very confusing for me and—”

“For you?! What about Ray? Is anyone’s life even worth anything to you? No, wait, everything has to be about you only! What do you even need me for, huh? Babysitting, pussy, more money? I’m fucking leaving, I don’t want to be involved in your little freakshow,” you were screaming now, unable to hold yourself back as your finger stabbed toward the wall to punctuate your points.

“What’s my crime here?” Charlie continued, as if he was clueless to the entire situation. You wished you could just start punching sense into his head.

“Your crime is that you use people. You’re using Ray, you’re using me, you use everyone you son of a bitch. I hope your money goes into your fucking grave when you—” out of the blue, his mouth was covering yours with force, hands clutching into your shoulders as he tried to keep you steady against him, eyes squeezed shut.

You recoiled, unable to gauge any reaction out of your body, but let him continue bringing more heat into the moment, eventually getting you to start moving your lips against his, matching the urgency he initiated. When Charlie pulled away, your brain was still foggy, struggling to catch your breath, which seemed to be an issue for him too.

“You wouldn’t shut up,” he explained in a raspy voice. It’d just hit him what he’d done; kissing you, kissing the person that he swore he hated. It was true, though, he’d only done it to get you to stop talking, your angry statements about his screwed up plans causing him to lose control.

Your eyebrow raised upwards in slight confusion and effort of comprehending that Charlie’s lips had been on yours just a moment ago and you’d never felt so good, so complete before in your life. You grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pinned him against the wall behind him, hearing him let out a chocked gasp, which for some reason sent a tingling sensation through your lower body. The second kiss was firmer, more passionate, because this time, you both knew exactly what was happening, it was consensual and Charlie’s crotch was pressing so beautifully against your thighs that you felt as if you were high. His hands were going through your hair, messing it up completely as he explored the rest of your face too, fingers gently cupping your cheeks for a brief second, before they dipped into the curves of your waist.

You arched against his touch, biting down on your lip as his mouth now moved below, leaving a trail of rushed wet kisses through your jawline. You felt him smirk against your neck as he softly dragged his teeth against your soft spot, licking and sucking, applying just the right amount of pressure to hear your muffled noises of pleasure.

“Ray—Raymond is in the next room,” you breathed, eyes rolling into the back of your head as your lips parted in a silent moan when you felt his index finger graze your underboob through the material of your thin blouse.

“He doesn’t understand this, he’ll probably think we’re fighting,” Charlie replied to you as he surfaced from the side of your collarbone to pepper small, quick pecks on your lips.

“We are fighting.”

“Good, shut up and fight me more then.”

You melted against him as he guided you backwards into the bedroom, dipping your chin over the slope of his shoulder as he held your weight, stumbling as your back accidentally hit against the corner of the door, making you wince. You didn’t care, though, pushing the door shut as Charlie pressed you against it with a loud thud. You lazily wrapped your legs around his lower waist, but his grip on your ass was strong enough to support you.

Your fingers tightened in his hair, absentmindedly tugging at it and eliciting a somewhat loud moan from him that made your entire system shudder, embarrassed at how wet you were growing just by making out. “Fuck, Charlie — bed now.”

He obliged, laying you on the bed as he pulled his already half unbuttoned shirt off, fighting back a cocky smile when he noticed you impatiently unclasp your bra under your blouse. He towered over you, falling gently on top your shoulder as he held onto your hips, placing soft kisses on your flesh. He had full consciousness of the effect he was having on you, finding it incredibly hot.

“God, you’re so…” he trailed off, hoping you hadn’t heard him. Truth was, Charlie had always been captivated by your beauty, convinced himself that there wasn’t another person in the planet that was half as gorgeous as you were.

He placed a tender kiss on your lips and helped you take your blouse off, giving you a moment to breathe before getting lost into the V-line between your breasts. You couldn’t help the moan that escaped from your mouth when the tip of his tongue made contact with your cold skin, his hums and groans vibrating through it.

The man who you’d been at odds with was tracing his digits dangerously close to the hem of your underwear and it all felt like the glimpse of embarrassment from having wet fever dream that pleased you more than any other human touch.

“I still think you’re the worst person I’ve met, by the way,” you muttered through tiny sighs, eyes closed as your fingers twisted around the bed sheets, hips suddenly jerking as you finally felt his hand hover over your scorching core through your trousers. “Stop fucking teasing me.”

“I think it’s rich that you’re giving me orders when I can just completely stop touching you and go to sleep while you’re whining like a mess,” Charlie replied, distancing himself from you in demonstration, walking right across the other side of the room to pick up his discarded shirt.

You were going to skin the bastard alive.

“Fuck you, Charlie, you’re a fucking brute, you know that?” you yelled in frustration, getting up from the bed and sprinting over to him, turning him around and crashing your lips against his, nails now digging painfully into the curves of his ripped back. Stealing each other’s air, you fell back into the bed again, pulling his trousers down and almost cumming when you caught a glimpse of his cock twitching against the fabric of his gray boxers, sort of visible due to the front patch that had gotten all wet and sticky from his precum.

You pulled at his hair, breaking the kiss to smile a little when you noticed that he was equally lost in the moment, biting on his bottom lip lustfully, looking at you through half-lidded eyes and beautiful blown pupils. You could feel the thud of your combined heartbeats, while fumbling to take off more clothing pieces, needing to feel every inch of his skin pressed up against yours, giving you goosebumps. You’d never felt that way.

“Fuck, that hurts,” he winced as your nails dug so deep into his back’s muscles that they ended up leaving wound marks, fresh and sort of pinkish.

“Touch me or it’ll get worse,” you threatened, knowing that as he’d said earlier, you weren’t really in a place to be colourful with him. His tongue scraped the roof of your mouth as he ran a finger down your center, testing the waters over your underwear and smirking when he felt the heat of your soaked panties radiate against his digit. You were so ready for him and he hadn’t even began doing anything to you — his erection growing painful at the observation.

“You’re so hot for me, I haven’t even touched you yet, gosh,” he whispered through a strangled moan, mind hazy as he tossed your panties aside and finally slipped a finger inside of you. Your hips jerked in surprise, rocking against his hand, craving the friction, the urge to fill you up more.

You moaned embarrassingly loud when the tip moved in a hither motion, almost losing your shit. He didn’t take too long to add another finger, which only made it better for you as you took a quick glance at him through your lashes, butterflies gushing inside your stomach at the sight of him, all worked up, lips parted as small groans came out of them, eyes closed as he fought off the need to wrap a hand around his dick as well, get off to touching you.

“Charlie,” you cried out his name, hips rolling forward as his touch made contact with your bundle of nerves. His long fingers were hitting all the right spots inside of you and the combination of the still very burning anger for him and the little wet noises along with his grunts had sent you over the edge a lot faster than you’d expected.

The moment Charlie felt your walls clench around his fingers, he pulled them off, wiping them off on the fabric of his boxers as he muffled your frustrated whimper with a kiss, permitting his hand to touch himself over his boxers as you ground against his thigh, pulling him down on top of you. Off, you mouthed, looking at his underwear. The bastard was driving you insane, so you yanked them off when you noticed he had no intention to giving in to your requests, sliding them down his ankles. Your jaw almost dropped at the gates of hell when you saw him, needing a moment to take it all in. He was so pretty, so achingly ready to go inside you, the image alone was enough to make you cum, your previous upcoming orgasm still hanging around the air.

“What did I tell you earlier? We’re doing this my way or we’re not doing anything at all.”

“Fuck, please, just fuck me, Charlie, I can’t wait any longer,” you found yourself pleading, forgetting that just ten minutes ago you’d been on the verge of cracking his skull open.

His eyes scanned your naked body for a second and you scoffed, tilting your head in confusion.

“You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen,” he admitted lowly, face growing hot as if he wasn’t just about to raw your bones. He crawled closer to you, giving you a kiss before parting your thighs, muscles clenching as his tip teasingly grazed your entrance. He wanted to make you feel so good, have you remembering that moment all the nights you’d be alone at your house, be the man you’d compare all the other men to in bed.

Except Charlie didn’t want you to have any other men after that night. Hoped he’d be good enough to make you want more of him, perhaps stay the nights over, ask to sleep next to him after, if he was lucky and satisfying enough.

“Sure you want to do this?” he asked you before he could change everything between the two of you, already knowing what your reply would be.

“Yes, god, yes, be fucking done with it already,” you dragged out, dramatically impatient. Your head was thrown back the moment he slid fully into you, staying still for a bit in order for you to adjust. Both of you inhaled a sharp breath, eyes shutting closed as he lost his balance a little, the dizzying feel of finally getting to be embraced by the warmth of your walls causing his heart to beat faster than a sledgehammer against his chest.

“You feel so good,” he hoarsed, forehead connecting with yours as he absentmindedly leaned down to kiss your nose. When he moved, slowly thrusting forward, you swore you wouldn’t be able to last enough. His breath was hot against the cell of your ear, allowing you to hear every groan, every noise he made and it turned you on so much that it practically ached.

“Faster,” you ordered, rolling your hips as he began having a steady pace, sloppy, wet sounds echoing in the room as Charlie fucked you rougher and rougher, skin slapping. The bed was squeaking now, your one hand grasping for dear life onto the sheets as the other wrapped tightly around his waist, fingers dipped into the curve of his lower abdomen. You focused on his face again, your heartbeat racing as you noticed his front teeth poking out of his parted lips, finding it both adorable and incredibly sexy.

He’d stopped moaning, not wanting you to know how desperately he needed you, his hands firmly placed on your hips as he tortured himself silently. “You like that? Like how we’re fighting?”

“Shut up,” you cried out. The angle he was hitting inside of you was killing you, you wanted him deeper, impossibly much, needed him to split you in half. “You’re the fucking worst.”

Electricity jolted through your veins as he picked up pace, practically slamming into you now, the moans he’d tried to hold back in his throat coming out in a struggle. “‘M not going to last long,” he warned you, capturing your lips in a deep kiss, hands cupping your cheeks with force.

“Cum inside of me.”

You really had no idea what you were doing to him, had you? Who — Charlie Babbitt — feeling his cock twist against your walls just by hearing you say you wanted him to cum in you. You had him in a chokehold, it was kind of ridiculous.

“Fuck, I—” he never got to finish what he was going to say in the first place, because you were trembling under his touch, overwhelmed by the speed and the fact that your worst fucking enemy was fucking you like you’d never been fucked before and it was all enough to send you over the edge for the second time that night, except now Charlie didn’t stop, didn’t pull away. You propped your chin upwards and caught his mouth in yours as you came, feeling him follow shortly after you, cum shooting inside of you in warm spurts as he fucked you through your orgasms, groaning loudly, body jerking.

Once both of you had reached your highs, he collapsed on top of your body, head buried into your shoulder as the two of you tried to catch your breaths, legs tensing. It eventually dawned on you that you just had sex with Charlie Babbitt.

“That was the hottest fucking sex I’ve ever had,” you confessed as he rolled off of you, laying next to your side as he chest rose in and out.

“Yeah,” he breathed, unable of saying much.

“I hate you.”

“You’ve got a really nice way of showing it.”

You kneed his thigh and he winced, still very fragile from the intensity of his orgasm. His hair was all sticky and sweaty, clung into his forehead, face flushed and red. You could orgasm all over again just by looking at him. “I believe we’ve traumatised your brother for life.”

“Worth it.”

“You’re taking him back tomorrow.”

“No, I’ve already told you—” you cut him off by kissing him, the tip of your tongue lingering against his bottom lip as you pulled him deeper into your mouth, hand tangling into his hair.

“You’re not the only one who gets to shut up others by kissing them. And if you ever want this to happen again, you’re going to do things my way from now on.”

And Charlie was just fine with that.

FIN.

tags: again, i wrote this for @honeymvnt so i hope you’ll enjoy reading this ml !! 🎀🫵🏼

[retropopcult]

Rain Man (1988)

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TOM CRUISE‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ :3

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The first time…🫶🎀

This is a Charlie Babbitt first time smut so it’s quite light and cute but just be warned they do get really into it so read at ur own risk🫵🌝

I lay awake in the hotel bed, my skin flushed with heat as Charlie lay beside me. We were sharing a room, and I was trying to sleep but he was always so distracting. His fingers toyed with the stitching, pushing in just hard enough that I felt the touch all the way to the tips of my toes.

Every part of my body became hyperaware.

How did he think this was going to help me sleep?

I was wide-awake now, pulse pounding and heat crashing, and he was touching, rubbing me in a way that caused my hips to twitch.

He dragged his hand up the front of the pants, His palm brushed along the bare flesh of my lower stomach.

Those long fingers settled over a throbbing point and moved in slow, steady circles. "I bet you're soft and wet and ready." His voice was a lush growl in my ear. "Should I find out?"

I shuddered, half afraid that he would.

Partly scared that he wouldn't.

The friction of his fingers, the rough material against my flesh...and his words... Oh, gods, they were decadent, purely sinful, and I never wanted it to end.

"Would you like that?" he asked, and my hips rolled instinctively, seeking his touch. He made that sound again, that rumble of approval that was so raw and primitive. "I would do more than this."

This time, it wasn't only a reaction I couldn't control. I moved my hood purposefully, rocking them against that slow, steady circling of his fingers. I reveled in the spike of aching, biting pleasure that followed.

I shouldn't allow this. Not even in the privacy of a room- this was wrong.

But how could it...how could it feel so right, then? So good? I was becoming a being of liquid, pulsing fire, all due to just two long, graceful fingers.

“You feel what I'm doing?”

I nodded.

"Imagine what my fingers would feel like with nothing between them and your skin."

I shuddered.

"I would do this." His fingers pressed in, a little harder, a little rougher, and my legs jerked. "I would get inside of you. I would taste you. I bet you're so sweet….so hot..”

Oh, gods...

I bit down on my lip as my grip eased off the blanket. I reached down, placing my hand over his forearm. He stopped. He waited. Wordlessly, I lifted my hips to his hand and my fingers dug into his skin. The ache was becoming unbearable.

"Yes," he breathed. “You would like that, wouldn't you?"

"Yes," I whispered, forcing the word out past my lips.

His fingers started moving again, and I almost cried out.

"I would work in another finger. You'd be tight, but you're also ready for more."

My breath was coming out in quick, shallow pants as my hips moved in the same circles he was making against me.

"I would thrust my fingers in and out." His lips brushed the skin just below my ear, "You'd ride them just like you're riding my hand right now."

That's what I was doing, shamelessly so. Clutching his arm, I rocked against his hand, chasing that unbelievable tension that kept building and tightening.

"But we won't do that tonight. We can't. Because if I get any part of me in you, every part of me would be in you, and I want to hear every sound you make when that happens."

Before I could even feel disappointment, before I could truly process the silky promise in his words, he shifted his hand lower, pressing his fingers against the very center of me while his thumb rolled over the part that throbbed. There was nothing slow about his movements then. He knew exactly what he was doing with all that swirling, inescapable tension.

Charlie shifted beside me, somehow, working his other arm under my shoulders. He hauled me flush against his front, and I was no longer just moving against his hand, but against him, the rolls of my hips erratic and sharp. Soft, low moans escaped my lips. I felt trapped, wonderfully pinned between his hand and the hard, unyielding length of his body.

Something...something was happening. It was what his kisses and brief touches before had hinted at and promised. My body suddenly went as tight as a bowstring taking aim, and my lips parted a second before Charlie folded his hand over my mouth, silencing the moan I wouldn't have been able to suppress. His hot mouth moved against the side of my throat, his lips, his teeth. There was a wicked sharpness-

The tension broke. I broke. Pleasure whipped out, intense and sudden. I fell, shuddering in pulsing, throbbing waves, and I kept falling until the hand between my legs slowed and then stopped. I wasn't sure how much time had passed, or when Charlie’s fingers slipped from my thighs or his hand eased away from my mouth. My heart was only beginning to slow when I became aware of his hand pressed against my stomach, and his arm curled around my shoulders, keeping my boneless body snug against his.

I thought maybe I should say something but...what?

Thank you seemed inappropriate. And I thought that it wasn't entirely fair that he had given me this, while I gave him nothing of the sort.

"I know you're not going to admit it," Charlie said, voice low and thick. "But you and I both will always know that I was right."

My lips curved into a faint, sleepy smile.

He was right.

Again.

I climbed out of the bed and moved towards the bathroom before he could protest. Resting against the cool wood of the door, I forced myself to stay calm and breathe in and out. I was still a Virgin and yet…I was so ready. So needy, so desperate to be filled by Charlie until I could hardly breathe.

I needed him.

Now.

Before I could regret my bold decision I stripped down until I was standing naked in the locked bathroom. My hands clasped down on the door handle but I paused - what if it was awkward? What if he didn’t want to fuck me yet? Pressing my lips together, I grabbed my silk robe and wrapped it loosely around my body.

I walked into the bedroom to see Charlie already leaning against the bed frame with a small smile. When his gaze slid to mine, he inhaled sharply and his eyes roamed from my dark hair to my bare legs. He’d never seen me like this before and I wasn’t going to stop.

I lifted my surprisingly steady hands to the sash. I didn't look away as I undid the knot. The robe parted and then slipped over my shoulders. I let it puddle at my feet.

Charlie didn't look away for one second. He didn't even blink as he stared at me, his eyes locked to mine. Slowly, his gaze traveled the length of my body. I knew there was enough light for him to see everything. All the dips and swells, the shadowy, hidden areas, and all the curves.

His gaze slowly tracked back to mine and he was looking at me as if he were soaking in every inch of me. I couldn't help but shiver when his eyes finally met mine.

"You're so damn beautiful," he whispered, his voice thick. "And so damn unexpected."

Then he moved in that way that made me gasp in surprise. In a heartbeat, I was in his arms, and his mouth was on mine. There was nothing slow and sweet about the way he kissed me. It was like being devoured, and I wanted that. I kissed him back, holding onto him tightly, and just when I felt the touch of his tongue against mine, he pulled away.

Things became a blur then. His shirt came off with my help, and I trembled at the first sight of him.

He was...beautiful.

All sun-kissed skin and long, lean muscles - there was no mistaking the power and strength of his body.

I bit down on my lip, knowing Id probably stare. It seemed indecent to do so, but I wanted to.

“You keep looking at me like that, and this will be over before it starts."

Cheeks heating, I dragged my gaze away, “You’re perfect.”

His expression tightened. "No, I'm not. You deserve someone who is, but I'm too much of a bastard to allow that."

I shook my head, unsure how he couldn't see that he was deserving. "I disagree with everything you just said."

"Shocker," he said, and then he curled his arm around me.

In a heartbeat, I was on the bed, and he was above me, the rough hair of his legs abrasive against mine in the most surprising, pleasant way. But the feel of him against my hip caused a nervous swallow, and also brought a reminder of a very real consequence that could come from this.

Those eyes met mine. "This changes everything."

It did.

It really did.

And I was ready for that.

Charlie kissed me, and I wasn't thinking of anything beyond how his lips had an almost drugging effect. We kissed until my heart was pounding, and my skin hummed with the pleasure of it. Then, only when I felt breathless, did he begin to explore.

His fingers trailed over every inch of exposed skin, and when his hand moved between my thighs, I cried out, quickly discovering that what he'd done with his fingers in the bed, over my pants, was absolutely nothing compared to his skin against mine.

He worked his way down, using his mouth and then his tongue to follow the path his hands had blazed. He stayed in particularly sensitive areas, wringing sounds from me that made me briefly wonder just how thick the walls were, and then he lingered over the scars on my stomach, kissing them, worshipping them until I was sure that he didn't find them disturbing or ugly in any way.

But then he moved lower still, past my navel.

My heart stopped as I felt his breath against where I ached so fiercely. I opened my eyes to find him settled between my legs, his golden gaze locking onto mine.

"Charlie,” I whispered.

With a wide grin and his gaze remaining on mine, he lowered his mouth.

My back bowed at the first touch of his lips, and my palms tightened at the first glide of his tongue. I felt as though my heart might stop, that maybe it already had. The riot of sensations he conjured up seemed unfathomable until that moment. It was almost too much, and I couldn't hold still. I lifted my hips, and his rumbling growl of approval was nearly as good as what he was doing.

Fuck…

My head fell back against the mattress, and I was aware that I was writhing, squirming, and there was no sense of thythm behind my movements. But that sharp tightening deep inside me was coiling and twisting, and then it all unraveled, stunning me with its intensity. I might've said his name. I might've actually screamed something incoherent. I didn't know, and it took what felt like a small eternity before I could even open my eyes.

Charlie lifted his head, lips swollen and glossy in the candlelight. The intensity in his stare scorched my skin as his gaze caught and held mine. He never looked prouder of himself as his mouth parted and the tip of his tongue glided over his lips.

“So sweet," he growled. "Just like I said."

My breath caught, and I shuddered. He didn't so much move as he prowled up the length of my boneless form. I watched him, unable to look away as the hardness of his body caressed mine, unable to stop the shiver when the rough hairs of his legs tickled sensitive skin.

He kissed me, and my skin heated at his flavor, the taste of me and those strangely sharp teeth of his. My senses whirled at the feeling of him settling between my legs, prodding, pressing in just a bit. "Open your eyes."

They had closed? Yes. They had. I opened them to see that one side of his lips was curved up, but the teasing tilt normally present was gone. He said nothing as he stared down at me, his hips and body still. "What?"

"I want your eyes open," he said.

"Why?"

He chuckled, and I sucked in a gasp at how the sound fit with him so very close to where I throbbed. "Always so many questions."

'Think you would be disappointed if I didn't have any."

"True," he murmured, dragging his hand down the length of my neck and then lower. His hand curled around my breast.

"So, why?" I persisted.

"Because I want you to touch me," he said. "I want you to see what you do to me when you touch me."

A shiver danced over my skin. "How...how do you want me to touch you?"

"Any way you want, Princess. You can't do it wrong," he whispered hoarsely.

Uncurling my fingers from the sheet, I lifted a hand, touching his cheek. His gaze remained latched to mine as I drew my fingers along the curve of his jaw, over his soft lips, and then down his throat. I was still feeling too much for my gift to be remotely functional as I glided the tips of my fingers over his chest. His breaths pushed it against my hand, and I kept exploring, soaking in the feel of the taut, coiled muscles of his lower stomach, and the dusting of hair below his navel and then lower. My fingers brushed silky hardness, and his entire body jerked. I hesitated.

"Please. Don't stop," he rasped, jaw clenched as his fingers stilled on my breast. "Fucks sake, do not stop."

I focused on his face as I touched him. There were so many tiny reactions throughout his entire body. His jaw popped, and his lips parted slightly. The lines of his face became sharper, and the tendons in his neck stretched as I curled my hand around him. He kicked his head back, and his large, powerful body trembled. I noted how rapid his breathing had become as I slid my hand down to where our bodies were almost joined. He gave a full-body shudder then, and I was awed by how much my touch affected him. i tightened my grip, becoming more confident

"Fuck,” he groaned.

"Is this okay?"

"Anything you do is more than okay." His voice had deepened even more. "But especially that. Totally that"

I laughed softly, and then I did it again, drawing my hand up and down his length. His hips moved then, much like mine had, rolling against my palm, against me. He made a sound, a deep, dark rumble that sent a flush of pleasure through me.

"You see what your touch does to me?" he asked, his hips following my hand.

"Yes," I whispered.

"It kills me." His head dropped, and those eyes... They seemed almost luminous as he stared down at me, and then his thick lashes lowered, shielding them from view.

"It kills me in a way I don't think you'll ever understand."

My gaze searched his face. "In a...in a good way?"

Charlie’s features softened as he lifted his hand to cup my cheek. "In a way I've never felt before.”

"Oh."

He dipped his head, kissing me as he shifted onto his left arm. His hand left my cheek and slid down the length of my body until it was between us. "Are you ready?"

Breath catching, I nodded.

"I want to hear you say it."

The corners of my lips tugged up. "Yes."

"Good, because I might have actually died if you weren't."

I grinned, surprised by the light sound in such a tense, important moment.

"You think I'm kidding. Little do you know," he teased, kissing me again before he pushed in just a little bit. He stopped, making that sound again. "Oh, yeah, you're so ready.”

My entire body flushed and trembled.

Charlie’s gaze lifted to mine once more. "You amaze me"

"How?" I whispered, confused. I'd done almost nothing while he’d shattered me with the kind of kisses I'd only ever read about.

"You stand up for those you care about so fearlessly, “He dragged his lips over mine. "But you blush and shiver when I speak of how slick and wonderful you feel against me."

I was definitely flushing even more now. "You're so inappropriate."

"I'm about to get really inappropriate," he promised, “But first, it may hurt."

I knew enough about sex to know that. "I know."

"Reading dirty books again?"

A flutter started in my stomach and spread. "Possibly."

He chuckled, but it ended in a groan as he began to move. There was pressure and a moment when I wasn't sure how he could go any farther, and then a sudden, sharp sting stole my breath as I squeezed my eyes shut. Fingers digging into his shoulders, I tensed. I knew there'd be some pain, but all the languid warmth turned to chips of ice.

Charlie stilled above me, breathing heavily. "It’s okay." His lips touched my nose, the lids of my eyes, my cheeks.

“It’s okay.”

He kissed me again, softly, and then rested his forehead against mine. A shallow breath lifted my chest. That was it.

Id crossed the final, forbidden line. There was no shock of guilt or burst of panic. This was about me. What I wanted. My choice.

I took a deep breath, and the burning lessened. Charlie remained still above me, waiting. Tentatively, I lifted my hips against his. It stung, but not as severely as before. I tried it again. Charlie shuddered, but he didn't move. Not until my grip on his shoulders loosened, and my breath caught for an entirely different reason. There was a burning friction, but it wasn't the same. Muscles low in my stomach tightened as a ripple of pleasure skittered through me.

Only then did Charlie move, and he did so carefully, so gently that I closed them and I curled my arms around his neck. Some kind of primal instinct took hold, guiding my hips to follow his. We were moving together, the only sound in the room that of my softer sighs and his deeper moans. That exquisite, almost painful coiling sensation returned. My legs lifted of their own accord, curling around his hips. 'The pressure was building inside me once more, but it was more potent this time. He worked his arm under my head and curled his land around my shoulder as the grip of his other hand on my hip. He began to move faster, deeper, his thrusts stronger as he held me in place under him.

I held onto him, my mouth blindly finding his as his hand slipped between us. His thumb found that sensitive area, and when his hips churned against mine in tight circles, the tension exploded once more. I cried out as the sensation whipped through me, more intense and biting than before. The release he'd given me earlier somehow felt like nothing compared to this. I was shattering into pieces in the best possible way, and it was only when the last wave seemed to have crested that I became aware of those intense green eyes fixed to my face as he slipped his hand out from under me. I knew at once he'd been watching the entire time, and a breathy moan left me.

I placed a trembling hand on his cheek. "Charlie," I whispered, wishing I could put to words what I'd just felt-what I was still feeling.

His features turned stark, and his jaw tensed, and then he...he seemed to lose whatever control he had left. His body pounded against mine, moving us across the bed. Under my hands, his muscles flexed and rolled, and then his head kicked back, and he cried out, shuddering. I felt him spill inside of me and I whimpered, my thighs damp and my legs trembling with satisfaction.

He dropped his head to mine, to the sensitive space along the side of my throat. I felt his lips against my thrumming pulse as the roll of his hips slowed. There was a scrape of his teeth that sent a shiver through me, and then the press of his lips.

I didn't know how long we stayed like that, our damp skin cooling, and our breathing slowing as I threaded my fingers through his hair. His muscles had relaxed, and his weight was on his elbows, but I slowly became aware of the tension in his body. It was the gift, slowly poking through my heady emotions.

Charlie’s lips grazed my cheek and then found mine. He kissed me softly, sweetly. "Don't forget this."

I touched his jaw. "I don't think I ever could."

"Promise me," he said, seeming to not hear me as he lifted his head. His gaze snagged with mine. "Promise me you won't forget this, That no matter what happens tomorrow, the next day, next week, you won't forget this-forget that this was real."

“I promise.” I couldn’t look away, “I won't forget."

“Good,” he smiled against my lips, “Because I plan on doing this again and again and-“

“You do and I’ll die,” I argued, “Once every two days sounds good.”

“Every two days?!?” His eyes widened, “Everytime I look at you, I get so hard it’s painful, and you expect me to wait two days? What am I supposed to do?”

“Sounds like a you problem.”

“Am I supposed to see you from across the room and work my hand down myself? Hot and hard and desperate for you but forced to wait?” The idea of him pleasuring himself sent a shiver down my spine, “Do I have to muffle my groans and resist the urge to pull you onto my lap and take you-“

I swung my leg over and hoisted up onto his lap, “Shut up.”

“Did I really just turn you on by twisting your own words?”

“Shut up!” I pressed my lips against his once more, unable to wipe the grin off my face as I pulled him closer.

[catkidjekyll]

behold. a bnuuy

[sugarsxph]

“K-mart sucks!”

Tom Cruise and Dustin Hoffman as Charlie and Raymond Babbitt ♥︎ 𝘙𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘯 (1988)

[old-movies-stuff]

Rain man - 1988

[aortaargent]

this is stupid levels of fun and I must disclaim that zero (0) thought goes into this I just throw them into spots that feel right like blindfolded darts

[maverickcalf]

charlie babbitt

My first impression: spoiled yuppie neurotypical man hates autistic brother, shouts a lot.

My impression now: Man with undiagnosed autism with understandable rage do to with his father, does actually learn to chill out and meet his brother where he is.

Favorite thing about that character: I like when he makes jokes :D

Least favorite thing: I don't like how he hurts raymond in the movie. Even if it isn't a lot of force... It makes me sad. Glad he learns to not do that anymore.

Favorite line/scene: The line read "You're the Rain Man?" And just the look of wonder on his face.

Favorite interaction that character has with another: When Charlie and Raymond dance!

A character that I wish that character would interact with more: None, I am pleased with what we got.

Another character from another fandom that reminds me of that character: uhhh can't think of any at the moment.

A headcanon about that character: I can't remember if it was canon if he left home right at 16 or stayed until he was done with highschool.... but I think he only has a GED but he only got one when he wanted to start a business.

A song that reminds of that character: None.

An unpopular opinion about that character: He is autistic and has a lot of internalized ableism. He doesn't just start using Raymond for the cards, he is just desperate and it should be seen as a step backward.

Favorite picture:

[huntmavs]

tom cruise as charlie babbitt kicking, punching and screaming “son of a bitch” reaction vid

[sdrose93]

This picture is so cute, I love it 🥰🤗❤

[amazonykamiaba]

I hate how everyone is always like "Omg Tom Cruise is so hot Bla, Bla, Bla" ok pal I get it, now look at Dustin Hoffman

[nade2308]

Mirror gifset bonus gif

@thethistlegirl @malewifebillcage

[sluttylittlewaistenthusiast]

CHARLIE BABBITT

╰┈➤ 18+ none of these stories belong to me! this is a masterlist of all the fanfics i’ve read and reblogged! just thought it would be nice to have them all in one spot! (if your fic is on here and you wish not to be, please let me know!) some will have summaries if provided <3

ᡣ𐭩 how you can help palestine . fic recs m.list

@mqverick

⭒ Buick Roadmaster

⭒ Your Woman

[t0mcruize123]

Stuck with you

Part four🎀🫶

This part contains some very 18+ mature smut so yeah you’ve been warned👹👹

Raymond sat in his bedroom and I glanced his way with a small frown. We were back in a hotel, and the more I got to know Raymond, the more I felt bad for him. It wasn’t fair for him to be dragged all this way just to lose his wealth - even if he didn’t know how to use it.

Charlie stepped into the room with narrowed eyes, “What are you going?”

I pointed to Ray’s room and whisper shouted, “It’s not fair to him!”

His lip curled slightly as he took another step forward, “I admire your care for him.”

“The care that you lack!” My hands tightened into fists at my sides. I didn’t want to be so angry at Charlie but he made it so easy, when he was rude to Raymond, “We got carried away in your car earlier and Ray nearly got hurt! If something bad happened and we didn’t get there in time-“

In one stride, Charlie closed the distance between us and was close enough that I could feel his body heat through the thin cotton on my dressing gown.

“Do you regret what happened earlier in my car?” His eyes were dark as they bored into mine.

“No,” I swallowed, “And that makes me a bad person, because something could’ve happened to him. We put him in danger and yet- if given the chance, I’d still stay with you in that car. I’m selfish and bad and-“

He takes hold of my hands and brings them to his chest. "Stop blaming yourself for having some fun! You’re allowed to mess around because no one got hurt, but if you’re feeling selfish, do whatever you need to get it out. You want to yell? Yell at me. You want to hit something? Hit me. I can take it."

Hitting him is the last thing I want to do, and suddenly, I'm done fighting it.

"Come on," he whispered, Show me what you've got."

Without a second thought or rather a thought, I surge up on my toes and kiss him. His body goes rigid for one beat, two, and then he pins quickly against the door, jostling the frame. Fuck. He captures my wrists in one hand and holds them prisoner above my head.

Charlie groans against my mouth and the plea in his tone floods my veins with a whole different form of power. Knowing he's just as affected by our attraction as I am is a rush.

"This isn't what you want."

"It's exactly what I want," I counter. "You said to do whatever I need, and I’m tired of patience." I arch my back, pressing the tips of my breasts against his chest.

His breathing changes, and there's a war in his eyes that I'm determined to win. It's time to stop dancing around this unbearable tension and break it.

He leans down, his mouth only inches from mine. "And I'm telling you that I'm the last thing you need." The barely leashed growl of his voice rumbles up through his chest, and every nerve ending in my body flares to life.

"Are you suggesting someone else?" My heart races as I chance calling his bluff.

"Fuck no." The unmistakable flare of jealousy narrows his eyes for a heartbeat before his hips pin mine to the door, and my instant relief at his answer is replaced by a jolt of pure lust. I can see that infamous control of his hovering on the edge, balancing precariously on the point of a knife.

All he needs is one. Little. Push. And I'm about to shamelessly shove.

"Good." I tilt my head up to his and draw his bottom lip between mine, sucking before gently nipping him with my teeth. "Because I only want you, Charlie.”

The words breach something within him, and he gives.

Finally.

Our mouths collide, and the kiss is hot and hard and completely out of our control. Need streaks down my spine as he takes my ass in his hands and hauls me against his hips, my back raking the ridges of the door behind me as I use it as leverage to push closer to his strength.

I wrap my legs around his waist and lock my ankles. My dressing gown rises with the motion, but I don't care, not with the all-consuming way he's kissing me. The caress of his mouth and the strokes of his wicked tongue steal every logical thought, and my world narrows to this kiss, this minute, this man. Mine. In this moment, Charlie Babbitt is mine.

Or maybe I'm his. Who fucking cares as long as he keeps kissing me?

Heat floods my body in an addictive rush, setting every inch of my skin aflame as his mouth slides down my neck in a sensual assault that makes me moan.

"Fuck,” he says against my throat, and then we're moving.

Wood scrapes the floor and crashes before my ass hits the bed, and my ankles fall from the small of his back when he leans over me, spearing his fingers through my hair at the nape of my neck as he takes my mouth again. I kiss him back with a hunger I've only known with him.

"You'll hate me in the morning. You. Don't. Really. Want. This" He punctuates each word with a kiss along my jaw, making his way to my ear.

He bites the lobe, and my core liquefies, going molten.

"Stop telling me what I want." I breathe raggedly and thread my fingers through the short strands of his hair, tilt my head, giving him better access. He takes it, working his way down my neck to where it curves into my shoulder.

Fuck, that feels good. Every touch of his mouth to my heated skin is flame to kindling, and I suck in a sharp breath when he lingers on a sensitive spot, taking his time. But then he stills again, his breath hot and wet against the side of my neck.

My brow furrows with an unwelcome thought. "Unless you don't want me?”

“Does this feel like I don't want you?" He takes my hand and slides it between our bodies, and my fingers curl around his length through his leathers. I whimper with pure want at the feel of how hard he is for me.

"I always fucking want you." He groans as I squeeze. Then he lifts his head, seizes my gaze with his, and I recognize the wild need in those gold-flecked depths. It mirrors my own. "You walk into a room, and I can't look away. I get anywhere near you, and this is what happens.

Instantly hard. Fucking hell, I can barely think when you're around." He rocks his hips into my hand, and my grip tightens along with my stomach. "Wanting you is not the problem here."

"Then what is?"

"I'm trying to do the honorable thing and not take advantage of you when you’re feeling shitty." His jaw flexes.

I smile and kiss the side of his mouth. "It's always a shit day around here. And it's not taking advantage when I'm asking" - my teeth nip at his lips-"correction, begging you to make my day better."

He says my name like a warning, as if he's something I should be wary of, and fuck, if I don't want to hear it again and again, just like that I was going to go insane.

"I don't want to think, Charlie I just want to feel.” I release him. One tug of the ribbon is all it takes to unravel the long, loose braid of my hair, and I run my fingers through the mass.

His eyes darken, and I know I've won.

"Fuck me, this hair," he says, then hovers his mouth over mine. "And this mouth. All I ever want to do is kiss you, even when you piss me off."

"So kiss me." I arch into him and claim his lips, kissing him like this might be the only time I'll get the chance. I melt against him, feeling every thrust of his tongue with mine. He tastes like mint, and I can’t get enough. He's the worst kind of addiction, dangerous and impossible to sate.

"Tell me to stop," he whispers, his thumb skimming the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, already slick and wet for him.

"Don't stop." I'll die if he does.

"Fuck,” he groans, slipping his hand between my thighs.

Never mind. That is how I want him to say my name from now on.

Just like that.

He glides the fabric of my underwear across my clit, and my back arches at the burst of pleasure that radiates through my body, so sweet I can taste it.

He captures my mouth with his again in a hungry assault, his tongue sliding against mine as his fingers stroke me through the fabric, expertly using it for friction. I try to rock my hips against his hand for more.

"Touch me," I demand, my fingernails biting into the back of his strong neck, desire pounding through me like a drumbeat. His fingers slide under my underwear and stroke my slickened core, and a moan tumbles from my lips.

"So damned soft." He kisses me deeply as his fingers touch and tease, making that sweet coil of pleasure tighten in my core. I dig my nails into his shoulder, my back arching as he makes tighter and tighter circles against my swollen clit. "I bet you taste just as good as you feel."

Pleasure shudders through me, a living, breathing fire beneath my skin.

"More." It's all I'm capable of saying, demanding, as my skin flushes and all I can do is whimper against his mouth as he slides two fingers inside me.

My muscles clench around him, and he works in a second.

"You're so fucking tight," His voice drops, sounding like it's been scraped over coals. " I can't wait to feel you come around my cock.”

That mouth. I ride his thrusting fingers and he curls them against my inner walls and I gasp, my thighs locking around his hips.

And when he uses his thumb to stroke my clit, the friction and pressure push me to the edge of mindless bliss.

I cry out, and he covers the sound with his mouth, kissing with devious strokes of his tongue that match the movement of his fingers within me.

"Look at you. You're fucking beautiful. Let go for me." His words curl around my mind, his mouth fused to mine, and the intimacy of it pushes me to the limit of pleasure and then right over it.

He swallows my cry as my back bows, the first wave of my orgasm washing over me, releasing that tight coil of tension in a burst of sparks at the edge of my vision.

"Charlie,” I moan as the pleasure ebbs and flares again.

He grins and slides his fingers from my body, and I'm nothing but ragged breaths and raw hunger as I reach for his shirt. I want it off now. He accommodates my urgency, ripping off the fabric, and then we're kissing again, all swirling tongues and roaming hands. The feel of his skin under my fingertips is divine, impossibly soft over yards of hard muscle. I trace the lines of his back, memorizing the dips and hollows as ripples with every move he makes.

"I need you now," I gasp and reach for the buttons of his trousers. I shove the fabric past his hips, freeing the thick length of his cock. It's hot and hard in my hand, and the moan that rips from his lips makes me me melt.

"I'm asking you to fuck me." I arch up and kiss him.

He groans, dragging my hips impossibly closer. He lifts me for a better angle, and the head of his cock rubs against my clit. I gasp and his eyes lock with mine. The hunger I see etched in every tense line of his body is my undoing. I need him. No more holding back. Not anymore.

He seemed to hesitate at my entrance and I pulled him closer, "I'm fine. You won't break me."

He pushes inside that first, tight inch of me, and I gasp at the fit, the stretch.

"More." I'm too busy kissing him to speak. "I need all of you."

"You're going to be the death of me," Whatever's left of his control slips, and he takes me completely with one hard thrust.

I moan into the kiss. Deep. He's so fucking deep that I feel him everywhere.

"Tell me you're all right." He's already moving, thank fuck.

"I'm perfect." Better than perfect.

"You feel so fucking good." He slams back into me, again and again, as he sets a brutal, steady pace, his mouth sliding down my neck as his hand rises to cup my breast.

I can't even think around the maddening pleasure as my back pounds the bed frame with every thrust, filling the room with the sound of our straining bodies and creaking wood. Every stroke is better than the last.

My breaths stutter.

"Fuck, I'm never going to get enough of you, am I?" he says, his face buried in my neck as I arch into him.

"Shut up and fuck me, Babbitt." Tomorrow is soon enough for regrets.

Reaching up, I grasp the top edge of the bed with one hand so I can rock back with more force, meeting the drive of his hips, taking him deeper, harder. He drags one of my nightgown's straps off my shoulder, and the cool night air kisses the hardened peak of my nipple a heartbeat before his hot mouth covers it. The sensations spiral, spinning and coiling, forming a tight knot of pleasure so deep within me, the tension is sublimely unbearable.

There's no stopping. We can't stop.

Fuck," he curses as he takes me over and over, never stopping, turning us again so that we collapsed onto the couch.

he drives on, winding that knot inside me painfully tighter with every movement.

“Charlie,” I cry out, simultaneously writhing yet holding on to him like he's the only thing anchoring me to the earth.

"I've got you,," he promises, his breath ragged pants against my lips. "Let it out."

That knot of pleasure builds to a breaking point as he takes me to the floor, and finally, I have all of his weight as he drives into me.

"So. Very. Beautiful." I punctate each word with a kiss.

He draws back, his eyes searching mine for a heartbeat or two before he devastates me with another kiss that has me straining for more, rocking my hips against his.

This man kisses with his whole body, rolling his hips in time with the linst of his tongue, bracing just enough of his weight so I can breathe.

He keeps me on the same edge he's riding, and I don't know how much longer I can take it.

"I need...I need..." My frantic eyes search his. Where are my words?

"I know." He claims my mouth again and reaches between us, using those talented fingers to stroke me into another orgasm, and I come apart under him.

Pleasure takes me in waves, rolling through me again and again until all I can do is clutch charlies shoulders and ride it out in blissful surrender.

"Beautiful," he whispers.

The second I come down, his rhythm breaks, and he presses my knee up toward my chest and takes me even deeper. I rock my hips up to meet his, sweat beading on our skin as I watch him unravel with rapt fascination.

I love his loss of control just as much as I fear my own, and when I swirl my hips, he groans, arching his neck as he thrusts once. Twice.

On the third, he shouts, then shudders within me and fills me with a pool of wetness. His juices mix with my sweat as they slide down my thighs and I pant heavily at the sensation.

He looks as shocked, and as enthralled, as I feel as we lay there, staring at each other, our chests heaving in the aftermath of what can only be described as complete and utter madness.

"I've never lost control like that," he says, bracing his weight on one arm and brushing my hair back from my face with the other. The move is so gentle, so at odds with what we've just experienced, that I can't help but blink, then smile.

"Me neither."The smile morphs into a full-out grin. "Not that I've ever had power to lose control of before."

He laughs and rolls us to his side, keeping me close and cushioning my head with his biceps.

"perfect." He cups the side of my face. "We should get you cleaned up and to sleep. We can worry about... the room tomorrow.”

I looked around to see the furniture thrown randomly across the room and the bed frame left dents in the wall.

“Wow,” I chuckled quietly and Charlie buried his face in the crook of my neck. I looked over his shoulder to see a figure sitting in the darkness and stiffened, fear locking me in place.

“Charlie,” I breathed quietly before realising, “I think Raymond is in the room.”

“What?” He lifted his head, “Raymond are you in the room?”

“Charlie, Charlie Babbitt,” he uttered.

“Well get out!” Charlie’s brow furrowed, “Get out! Go!”

I cringed as Raymond slowly walked out of the room with his head to the ground, “Go talk to him.”

Charlie looked back at me with a frown, “Talk to him?”

“Yes, Go talk to your brother now, he needs to know he didn’t do anything wrong.”

“But he did, he walked in on us-“

“He doesn’t know that,” I argued and nodded to the door, “Go.”

Sighing heavily, his gaze slid from mine as he walked out the bedroom with a slam. Did he have to be so dramatic all the time, all id asked was that he go see his brother! I pinched the bridge of my nose and made my way into the bathroom. The one thing I needed was a hot bath to wash away the sweat and ache in my muscles, though I did enjoy the feel of Charlie’s juices still dripping between my thighs, as though he’d left his mark.

I climbed into the bathtub and listened to Charlie yell at his brother. Fantastic, that was exactly what I’d asked him to do! The minutes ticked by and the more I listened to Charlie insult his brother, the more my anger tightened in my chest. I blew out an irritated breath as he walked through the door.

I turned away as his hand came up to brush my cheek, “You don’t listen to me.”

A crease drew between his brow and I snapped, “I told you to go in there and talk to him and you insulted him again-“

“What am I supposed to do? I’m not his mother for christs sake.”

“You’re his brother!” My voice rose, “Thry told you for the first time that you had a brother, and you give no reaction. There’s no joy-“

“Take it easy! You don’t know what I’m going through!” He levelled me with a look.

“No, I don’t know what you’re going through, what are you going through? Because I don’t know because you don’t tell me-“

“I told you what I was going through the first night we met!”

“I don’t care about the details, I care about you!” I stepped out of the bath and water cascaded down my body onto the floor, “I want to know how you feel! I want to know what you’re going through but you never open up.”

I made my way into the bathroom and he trailed behind me, “When we had sex, you told me I’d regret it. You told me it was just sex and that I needed to leave my personal feelings out of it, why?”

He flinched as though I’d physically hurt him and I repeated, “Why?”

“Because I don’t need things getting messy. I don’t need to fall for someone like you when I’ve got enough problems to deal with, I just needed a quick fuck.”

“Right." I don't expect that to hurt as much as it does, which is part of the problem. I'm already too emotionally involved to separate out the sex, no matter how phenomenal it is. "Here's the thing. I don't think I can separate sex from emotion when it comes to you." Well, shit, now I've said it. "We're already too close for that, and if we hook up again, I'm going to eventually fall for you." My heart pounds at the rushed confession, waiting for his response.

"You won't." Something akin to panic flares in his eyes, and he crosses his arms. I swear I can actually see the man building his defenses against his own feelings, shutting me out again. "You don't really know me. Not at my core."

And whose fault is that?

"I know enough," I argue softly. "And we'd have all the time in the world to figure it out if you'd stop acting like such an emotional chickenshit and just admit that you're going to fall for me, too, if we keep this up."

"I have no intention of falling for you." His eyes narrow and he enunciates every word, like I could possibly take that any other way.

Fuck. That. He was going to let me in, Charlie was just as wrapped up in this as I am, even if he's shitty at showing it.

"Ouch." I wince. "Well, it's clear you're not ready to admit where this is going. So yeah, I think it's best we agree that this was just a onetime thing." I force my shoulders to shrug. "We both needed to blow off some steam, and we did, right?"

"Right," he agrees, his jaw tensing.

"So the next time I see you, I'll just act as cool as you are right now and pretend that I'm not remembering what it feels like to have you sliding inside me." Warm and hard. He really does have an incredible body, but he doesn't get to dictate what I do with my heart.

He stalks forward with a smirk, his gaze warming every inch of my body."And I'll just pretend that I'm not remembering the feel of your soft thighs around my hips or those breathy little sounds you make right before you cum," His teeth rake over his lower lip, and it takes all my will power not to suck that lip into my mouth.

"And I'll ignore the memory of your hands biting into my hips, pinning me to the bed frame so you could take me deeper, and your mouth on my throat. Easy." My lips part as I retreat, my heart jumping in the best way when he follows, backing me against the wall.

His hand rests next to my head as he leans into my space, his lips curving into a half smile. "Then I guess I'll ignore the memory of how hot and slick you feel around my cock, and how you cry out for more until all I can think about is how to push every physical limit to be exactly what you need."

Shit. He's better at this game than I am. Heat flushes my skin. I want him closer. I want exactly what I had a few minutes ago. But I want more. His breath hits my lips in ragged pants, and I'm in no better condition.

Fuck it. I can have him, right? I can take exactly what he's offering and enjoy every single minute. We can shred every piece of furniture in this room and then move to his. But where will that leave us in the morning?

Right here, both wanting and only one of us brave enough to take, and I deserve more than a relationship that's only on his terms.

"You want me." I put my hand on his chest and feel his heart pounding, "And I know that scares you even though I want you just as badly."

I pushed away from his hold and grabbed a suitcase, “But I’ve had enough.”

“You’ve had enough?” He watched me pack my things, “What does that mean, you’ve had enough?”

“I’m leaving,” I wrapped my dressing gown around myself though it was torn from where Charlie had ripped it off my body.

“You’re leaving? You’re leaving me now, I need you!” He touched my arm and I shoved him back.

“You need nobody!” My heart thundered as I zipped my bag.

“What?! Just take it easy!” I rushed to the front door and he hooked his arm through my elbow, pulling me back.

“Look, what is my crime here?!,” his voice lowered.

“Your crime?!” My eyes narrowed into slits, “You’re crime is that you’re using people! You’re using Raymond, you’re using me, you’re using everyone!”

“Using-“ he gestured to Raymond’s door, “Raymond am I using you? Am I using you?!”

“Yeah,” he called.

“Shut up! He is answering a question from a half hour ago!”

“You use him Charlie, are you fucking blind! You use him for his money, you use me for sex-“

“I’m not using you for sex,” his frown deepened.

“No, you just don’t want a real relationship and needed a quick fuck,” I cut in, “I’m tired of your mind games, I’ll get to LA myself!”

I shrugged on my coat and headed for the door whilst he shouted, “Without a car?! Good fucking luck with that one-“

“I don’t need you!” I swallowed hard, “I don’t need any of this bullshit, I came here with one reason and that was to go to a wedding and that’s what I’m going to do! You were never supposed to happen-“

“Oh well I’m so sorry me and my brother inconvenienced your life by offering you a ride to LA!”

I spun on my heel and he cursed under his breath, “You’re soaking wet and you’re going to leave in the middle of the night, will you just- just wait!”

He grabbed both my shoulders and I blew out an angered breath, my heart hammering and my eyes burning.

“I’m not letting you leave this hotel like this, I’m not letting you leave us like this,” he looked down at me with a stern look and I pressed my lips into a thin line.

“There is no us, as you so often remind me.”

“Don’t be like that,” he snapped, “why can’t you understand that I have bigger things to deal with than a girlfriend right now? I’ve got too much on my mind to-“

“That’s why I’m here to help! You told me you needed me and yet you don’t want me to stay permanently?! You say you like the way I care and make things easier, but you don’t want me in the way?! Make up your mind Charlie or I’m walking out that door.”

His jaw tightened, “You wouldn’t.”

“Oh yeah?” My hand clasped around the handle, “Goodbye Babbitt.”

Before he could reply, I shut the door with a slam and rushed down the stairwell, my eyes burning with the threat of tears.