One Shots

"I love your curls. They're the cutest little things!" She hummed in delight, tugging on a coil and letting it snap back against his head. He chuckled to himself and kept his eyes on the television as she slung her leg over his shoulder. She squealed when he reached up to pinch the tips of her toes, the smooth skin of her calf brushing against the skin of his neck. "Do you have to cut your hair?"
He looked back to her pout and smiled, turning his body to kneel in front of her. "Baby, the whole team is doing it. It's-"
"A playoff thing, I know. I just... I just love them."
She reached forward and ran her fingers over his hair, trailing down his jaw and over the curve of his neck. Charlie turned into her, lips against her palm in a warm kiss.
"What's wrong? Really?" His lips dance over each of your fingertips, dropping onto your knee where his chin came to rest. His stubble burned on the sensitive skin and you pulled back a bit.
He grinned wide, his fingers wrapping around your ankle to hold you still as he pressed another soft kiss to the inside of your knee.
"Charlie," you warned weakly, unable to hold back a whimper as he slid his fingers under the hem of your shorts. The tension between the two of you was palpable and he stilled with his face a few inches from your clothed heat.
Once more, his lips met the inside of your thigh and held fast for a moment. His hands found the waistband of your shorts and pulled them down as you lifted your hips, baring yourself to him.
With a hard grip on your thighs, he pulled you closer- legs over his shoulders as he buried himself in your heat with unabashed excitement. Using two fingers, he spread you open with a look of wonder before licking a slow stripe to your clit.
"Oh god, Charlie!"
The tip of his tongue raced circles over the pearl; fast and slow, changing directions at his whim. Two long fingers screwed into you and you felt Charlie smile against your lips as you groaned, stretching around him.
"You like that baby?" He'd pulled back, a dopey grin on his face while he scissored his fingers between your legs. His chest rose and fell with heavy panting, licking his lips as he watched you writhe. "You want more? Ride me, ride my face."
His eyes were heavy as he pulled you close, hands hooked under your knees when he fell back. You shimmied up his chest and he took hold of your hips. His warm breath on the dip of your hip had you breathless and he lowered you onto his mouth excitedly.
His hair was soft under your fingertips and you took a handful, pulling him flush to your snatch while your stomach flipped. The ache of an oncoming orgasm had you reeling above him. The vibrations of his groans radiated through your snatch and he found your clit again, pulling his hand back to slap your ass.
"Oh," your mouth fell open as you fell apart with his face buried between your thighs. He leaned back and listened in awe, your fingernails digging into his scalp while your hips bucked uncontrollably. The roll of your body on his broad shoulders had his cock throbbing beneath the thin shorts he wore and he bit down hard on his lip.
"God damn," his voice was soft and muffled against your legs and you fell back, bracing your hands on his thick thighs. The muscle was taut, firm under your skin and he tensed even further as you neared his lap.
"You can't cut your hair."
You were panting as you slid down his body and he moved to sit up, hands rolling over your sides with a gentle ease. One eyebrow raised in curiosity and you continued.
"Baby, tell them it's my fault. Tell them I- I need something to hold on to."

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