#i swear im pushing the rory culkin agenda too hard rn wtf😭

[kisses4kaia]

if you can please do one where charlie gets caught jerking off to pictures of reader 😞🙏🏽

a/n; absofcknlutely i have so many thoughts?? ALSO KEEP THE REQS COMING !!!!! fem reader 💋, 17+ nsfw content .

a picture of me and the thought 📸 - c, walker ,,

time seemed to pass slower than molasses during study hall. it was the last period of the day and there was nothing to do at all.

"you're totally full of shit, kirbs. y/n, don't you think charlie is kind of cute?" jill turned to talk to you. you picked up your head from off the desk and looked at her.

"hm?" you were far too tired to be asked any question right now. jill rolled her eyes. "charlie. do you think he's cute?"

you pondered for a second before giving a small nod of your head. "i think it's the hair, i would love to tug on it" you cracked a half-hearted smile, not wanting to come off as a total bitch.

"ha! see? i told you," jill continued rambling to her blonde friend.

charlie, who sat a few seats behind you, overheard the conversation, and the thought of you pulling on his locks whilst he tasted you, or even got to fuck you flooded his mind.

he felt his pants get tighter and was silently begging for the alarm to ring.

after what seemed like forever, the bell finally sounded and caused an uprising of every student, and the hallways began to fill.

"oh, and don't forget! you have a group project if you're in mrs. smith's class!" the teacher whom was supervising the period called out to the teenagers itching to go home.

you groaned at this. it wasn't too bad, though. jill, kirby, robbie, and charlie were in your group.

"shit, whose place are we going to work on the project at?" kirby spoke as your group assembled around your lockers.

"my place is free tonight. everyone meet at 7?" charlie raised his hand. you nodded. "cool, see you all then." you immediately went for the exit and finally left.

as you dreamt of cotton candy clouds and sugar wafers, you hear a blaring noise from your phone, which lay beside you on your bed.

"fuck!" you immediately scrambled out of bed when you saw the alarm title which read "6:15, meet at charlie's".

he told you guys to meet at 6! you were totally late.

you threw your hair up and tossed on whichever pieces of clothing you could find scattered across your floor.

you did a quick once over in the mirror and realized your choice of clothing was a pair of denim shorts and a low cut crop-top. of course, you pick the sluttiest outfit you possibly could've.

you couldn't be bothered to be bothered about it, so you slipped on your shoes and hurried out of your house.

as you pulled up to charlie's house not even 5 minutes later, you noticed only 1 car in the driveway. weird, where is everybody?

you approached the front door and rang the doorbell. no answer. you softly pressed your knuckles against the door and tapped your fist against the wood. still, no answer.

this was definitely illegal, but you then tried to just.. open the door. when it worked, you cautiously stepped through the frame.

you looked around and tried to find charlie's room.

"charlie?" you called out. again, no answer. this was starting to feel like a game of cat and mouse.

it was then you heard a soft noise from down the hallway.

you approached the door, which was half-cracked open and the sight widened your eyes.

"fuck, y/n... mhm, yeah, don't stop," the words left his lips with unbelievable ease.

he was naked, chest rising and falling as his left hand pumped up and down his length, whilst his right was in front of his face, seemingly holding a polaroid picture.

he didn't own a polaroid camera, but you did. your mind flashed to last year's stab-a-thon, in which you brought your camera and took many pictures of yourself and charlie, and only let him keep one.

it couldn't be. the guy you've been slowly falling for jerking off to the thought of you, the sight of you? no shot.

you were so deep in thought that you didn't even realize that you leaned forward and swung the door wide open. you stumbled into the room, alerting him of your presence

his eyes which were once half-lidded, were now wider than grapefruits. his cheeks flushed a deep maroon.

"y-y/n?! what a-are you doing here?" he immediately went to cover himself up. "uh, it's 6? you said to meet at your place at six?" you said, stifling a laugh.

"7! i said 7!" he exclaimed. oh. you were so tired, you were taking everything anyone said with a general consensus rather than actually retaining it.

"oh. well, um.. pardon me if i read this wrong but, that doesn't change the position we're in, charlie," you hadn't even noticed the heat throbbing in between your legs until you started walking towards the bed.

you sat on the edge, slowly moving to peel his hands off of his crotch. "well, n-no. but-" you cut him off by gently beginning to pet his cock.

"but what? but that you were doing perfectly fine with a picture of me and the thought? right. tell me to stop and i'll stop," you cooed as your hand moved up and down his dick.

he relaxed quickly when you pulled your top off, allowing your breasts to free. he melted into the mattress as you moved to the in-between of his legs.

you moved to allow your mouth onto him, but he stopped you quickly. "wait, wait," he placed his hands on your shoulders, halting your movements.

"what is it, baby?" you sat back, waiting for him to tell you what he wanted. "can you... sit on.. my... face?" he whispered so low that you pretended not to hear it.

"what was that? sorry, i didn't quite catch that," you teased, leaning closer to his face. "can you sit on my face?" he said all at once after a deep breath.

"good boy. yeah, i think i could do that for you," you pressed a small kiss to his lips. his lips chased yours as you pulled away. the whines he elicited were angelic.

you removed all of your other garments and situated yourself above charlie's face, hovering. "ready?" you asked.

wordlessly, he forced your thighs down onto his face. a gasp left your mouth and your hand immediately gravitated toward his hair.

the tug of your hand riveting against his scalp could've made him orgasm untouched. instead, he whimpered against your cunt, which was more like a hum considering you muffled any sound he wanted to make.

his tongue dipped deep into you and explored your walls like his life depended on it. his nose pressed against your clit and an especially loud moan escaped your pretty lips.

you rode his face and desperately chased your high whilst also providing words of praise for the boy beneath you.

it was very soon after that you met it, your release finally washing over you as you let out a relieved sigh.

"fuck, you are so good for me, baby. such a good boy," you praise falling back onto his chest and allowing yourself to see his face.

he was so fucking pretty. every feature looked fucked out and sultry. his lips were pink and plump and his hair stuck to his forehead whilst your arousal dripped down his chin.

the sight was erotic, pornographic, even. "t-thank you," he breathed out, not meeting your line of sight.

a few moments of you catching your breath passed when charlie spoke again.

"shit, it's 6:59!"