#charline hunnam imagine

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Ok I'm back!! Prompt 2 with Jax please and thankyou😍😍😍

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Smut below the cut, minors DNI!

Mindless. He has you absolutely mindless with pleasure, pressed flat against the cool plaster of your lounge wall, sweat trickling from you, your leg lifted up high, hooked under the powerful prop of his forearm, Jax behind you, his long, hard cock sinking into you slow and with power, his groans like chains dragged over boulders in your ear.

"Fuck, baby. God damnit, that pussy feels amazing." His teeth nip at your ear, your wail making him smirk. Yeah, he knows how incredible he is.

Each roll of his hips up against you almost makes you feel faint, sobs welling your throat, his other hand moving to entwine in your hair, grasping hard, pulling your head back. "You like the way this big dick feels right up in you, darlin'?"

"Oh, fuck yes, I do! Jesus Christ, I feel like I'm about to pass out!"

He chuckles, deep and throaty, kissing your neck. "Don't you go fainting on me, babe. I notice these pretty eyes are getting all glassy, though. Have you ever cum so hard, you’ve cried? I could make that happen for you, you know.” 

A few more thrusts, and that's exactly where he has you, little wails of helpless pleasure exiting your mouth as tears roll down your cheeks, each hard rut stoking the nirvana, pulsing, burning, ebbing away slowly, your man still trawling your soaking centre, until he makes it happen to you again. Three more times.

Neither your face nor your pussy have ever been so wet.

[calif0rnia-lovers]

Date Night.

Request: Charlie picks up his wife at the hotel bar

A/N: ya’ll wanted smutty Hunnam, you got him.

Words: 3312

Dating is surprisingly easy for you.

Could it be that you have been subjected to so many terrible dates that you can spot a bad one from a mile away? Or maybe you just attract bad men like moths to a light. You can only count the number of semi-decent dates you’ve had on one hand. Although it’s been three years since your last date, you can’t find a single strand of nervousness as you sit at the bar.

Are you slightly uncomfortable? Yes. But nervous? No.

Though that might stem from the three empty glasses you’ve already traded out with the young bartender.

You keep your posture straight as you analyze your reflection in the mirror behind the bar.

You had quickly changed after your flight, changing out your jeans and hoodie for something a bit…sexier. It was a necessary action if you planned on meeting your one goal for the evening: leave with a man.

Correction. You plan on leaving with a decent man tonight.

You didn’t bother doing much to your hair. The dress is simple and black. You know your friend would have encouraged you to dress up a little more, but would at least applaud the form fitting dress.

“Need a refill, Miss?”

Meeting the eyes of the bartender, you find yourself wondering if he thinks four drinks is your limit.

His bright green eyes scan your face before drifting down to the front of your dress. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to get me drunk.”

Noting the rising eyebrow and the smile on his lips, you shake your head.

“I just figured you might need something to keep you company until your boyfriend shows up.”

It is a statement most people are subjected to at some point in their lives. The lack of a wedding ring surely should be enough to divert the mentioning of a boyfriend or husband. But being as he had watched you shoot down three different men in the past hour, maybe he had his hopes up.

“No boyfriend,” you sigh, the smile on his face growing at your admission.

“That’s too bad. Might lead to a lonely night.”

You let off a soft shrug as your attention drifts to the mirror behind the bar. “We’ll see.”

You see him before you hear him.

A man that sends a heat so powerful across your skin, you find your posture straightening in your seat to hide the instinctive arching of your back. His reflection can’t surely do him justice, you find yourself thinking as you watch him reach up to scratch at his beard.  

The navy blue suit he wears compliment his inquisitive eyes. They scan those seated along the bar before resting on you.

You let your gaze focus on the nearly empty glass before you as the seat alongside you is pulled from beneath the bar. You follow the path of the olive circling the bottom of the glass as you guide it along with the thin black straw in your hand.

“Excuse me, Miss.” The sound of his voice is nearly enough temptation to refocus your gaze. “Is this seat taken?”

You take a soft breath as you mull over the question you’ve been asked nearly twenty times tonight. Instinctively you shrug in response earning you an arched brow. You wait until you are certain your heart can remain under control before turning to face him.

“…it depends…”

Raising his brow, the man clears his throat. “On?”

You take a moment to ponder his question, part of you wondering if you actually had a response.

“Why you want it?”

The smile you bring out in response causes you to rest your chin in your hand. You allow his cerulean eyes to study your face, your mind buzzing as you wonder what is passing through his.

“Just looking for a bit of company for a few hours.”

Your brow furrows as you watch him leave it at that. Instead of taking the opportunity to assess your response to his admission, he directs his attention to the bartender.

“I’ll take a whiskey on the rocks.”

Taking a sip of his drink, once he receives it, he points his glass towards where his eyes already set.

“Mmm,” shifting in his seat, Charlie watches as you fish the olive from the bottom of your glass. “What’s a beautiful young lady, such as yourself, doing out without a wedding ring?”

Lifting your hand you take a moment to admire it as you chew on the olive. Offering him your hand, you smile as he accepts it.

“Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you, Y/N. I’m Charles.”

“Charles,” you repeat, earning you a nod. The soft kiss which brushes against the knuckle of your index finger is enough to grant him the giggle he is hoping for. But you slip your hand out of his touch before he can get any bright ideas. “And what is it you do Charlie? Apart from picking up single women at a bar?”

You watch as the corners of Charlie’s mouth twitch. “I like to…entertain people.”

“Mmm,” biting your lip, you can’t deny those bright blue eyes a smile. “Entertain…like…an escort?”

Charlie’s brow rose, the twitch of his lips bringing a heat across your skin. The heat spreads across your thighs as your eyes follow his tongue on its course over his lips. Taking a sip of his whiskey, he waits until he meets your gaze to speak.

“Will it be easier for me to leave with you if I were?”

Charlie studies your face as his question resonates in the air between you. He studies how your teeth toy with your bottom lip, the slight furrow of your brow making him smile. “I’m gonna say…yes.”

“Really?” he chuckles, the slight look of disbelief on his face somehow leaving you a tiny bit offended.

“Is that surprising to you?”

“Just a little.” Charlie’s response is accompanied by a light shrug of his shoulders.

“Only because I’ve never done anything like that before.”

“I guess my luck’s running out,” Charlie smiles as you push your empty glass to the side. “I’ve acted in a few things…here and there…”

“Mmmm, that’s too bad,” you giggle. “I’m sure you’d have a lot of tricks up your sleeve from all your experience if you had decided to take the former route.”

You’re watching him drink, your chin resting in your hand, as his eyes study you.

“Did I lose my chance?” He asks quietly.

Maybe its the mix of the alcohol, or the noise surrounding you that have pushed your bodies closer, but it’s not until his fingers brush against your cheek that you realize how much your body has betrayed you. With his right leg resting between yours, his fingers sending heat across your skin as they brush your hair from your eyes, you suddenly realize how easy it would be to kiss him.  

The moment his touch is gone the heat clouding your judgment allows you to remember he had asked you a question. The smirk on his lips lets is the only indication your lack of an answer has not gone unnoticed.

“No.”

“Then let’s get outta here.” His voice is deep, shivers running through you as reaches inside his jacket to retrieve his wallet. Your body can already tell what’s in store for it as you stand. A simple act of leaving a bill on the bar top eliminated any remaining distance between your bodies.

With your heels, you still fall a few inches short of his lips, yet they are the only thing you can think of. Your fingers instinctively tug against his loosely hanging tie pulling him closer.

You let your weight rest back against your heels. You want to kiss him. Part of you knows if you let this man kiss you neither of you might remain decent for too long. Charlie bites his bottom lip as he watches your eyes become transfixed on it. He grazes his fingertips over your hip, tracing the outline until the tingles beneath the fabric have drifted between your thighs.

“I don’t like the attention you’re getting in this dress.”

The soft admission sends a rush of heat across your cheeks, but it’s the lingering of his eyes that pull your fingers down the soft fabric on his chest to the waist of his pants.

“Wait until you see what’s beneath it.”

Placing his wallet back into his pocket, Charlie found it nearly impossible to suppress the smile tugging at his lips as your fingertips brushed along his. He allows you to step around him, his eyes following as you move towards the door. You find yourself thankful that you’re only an elevator ride away from your hotel room. If you had been forced to drive home you might not have made it all the way.

You can feel the electricity flowing through your body as Charlie’s hands find your waist, once you’re inside the security of the elevator, his impatient tug nearly diverting you from pressing the correct floor.

Charlie doesn’t let you escape his touch as he holds on to your waist guiding you towards the back of the elevator.

Finally, as the doors drift shut, his lips find yours.

You’re both cautious at first, softly experiencing each other as if for the first time. Not being able to kiss one another for nearly two months placed your bodies in between a strange desire of taking things slow and satisfying the quick high right where you two stand.

Charlie’s mind focuses solely on the latter as his hand disappears beneath the skirt of your dress, his lips pausing as he brushes against your bare hips. You kiss him in his moment of relapse, smiling as your arm slips around his neck.

“I missed kissing you.” His soft chuckle comes out muffled against your lips.

You’re not certain how the two of you manage to make it down the hall and into your room. When you’re able to think clearly, Charlie is dumping his keys and wallet as you shove at the jacket on his shoulders. With his arms freed, Charlie focuses on your zipper. Guiding the fabric down your body, he pauses long enough to leave a series of soft kisses against your hips and neck.  

Allowing him to steal a kiss, you step around him before crossing the room towards the bed.

As soon as your palms and knees press against the welcoming comfort of the mattress, Charlie’s breath has escaped his lungs.  

“How long did you know I was there?” He asks as he focuses on the task of ridding himself of his tie.

“About ten minutes,” you respond, him knowing you well enough to know there is a smile on your lips as you speak. “It’s kinda hard not to notice how other women react when you show up.”

Your answer nearly falls on deaf ears as your husband’s gaze tracks the movements of your body on its way towards the top of the bed. The feeling of his repp tie beneath his fingers suddenly made him aware of the amount of fabric he dawned in comparison to you.

A gasp escapes your lips, your heart fluttering as a tug comes against your left ankle. Pulling your body back in his direction, Charlie allows you enough time to roll onto your back before leaning forward.

“Are you sure?” His brow rises as your fingers find the front of his shirt, allowing you to guide his lips closer to yours. 

“Mhmm…” You nod

“So what was all that with Curly? Seemed like you were putting on a show with that one.”

“Curly?” Your head cocks to the side, the unknowingness and innocence almost being executed perfectly.

“Your third martini.”

Taking a moment to think, you ignore his intake of breath. It was hard to forget the slightly over nervous, green eyed, curly haired young man from the bar.

“Oh goodness,” you giggle, the sound bringing a smile to Charlie’s lips. Or it might have been the wandering hands drifting into his slacks after managing to undo his zipper. You give him a smile in return at the shift in his breathing at the feel of your hand. “Please don’t tell me you were jealous of that kid? What was he, twenty-two?”

“Jealous?” The soft chuckle he releases falters as your lips press against the corner of his mouth. “Over protective is more like it. He was kinda handsy.”

“I thought you liked handsy.”

You can’t help but smile at the sight of his eyes drifting shut as you gently begin stroking him. The soft groan he releases causes your movements to continue until you begin pushing against his pants.

You sit up as Charlie stands to make the process easier. Lifting your hands from the mattress, you hold them out before your body resting your left wrist against your right.

A glint of mischief sparkles in his eyes, as Charlie completes the act of kicking his slacks from around his ankle. Instead of utilizing the tie in his hand, he leans forward to place it on the bed alongside you. He makes you watch as he removes the remainder of his clothes, his silence warming your body in anticipation. You know, although appearing composed, Charlie’s mind is full of all the things he’s been planning for you in his absence.

His brow rises as you remain in your position, the biting of your lip causing him to pick up the previously discarded fabric. Taking your hand in his, he guides you to your feet. Ignoring your silent request, he turns you around before slipping the fabric over your eyes.

A low, breathy chuckle vibrates from deep in his chest, as you turn to face him with a slight pout of your lip.

The warmth of his skin overtakes your cheeks as he takes your face in his hands, the kissing of your lips erasing away any signs of slight irritation.

He doesn’t let his hands wander as he kisses you, the action making your self-control seem inferior as yours trace along his skin. It is moments like this you remember the first time he’d whispered, “I’ll always be yours,” to you.

They are the same words you find yourself whispering against his lips as he lays you back against the mattress.

An all too familiar pleasurable, yet unsatisfying, heat creeps across the surface of your body as his eyes trail up to your exposed chest. You know if you could see how the sight tugged his teeth against his lip, you would have mustered up a witty comment. But, with your body completely exposed to his in this way you suddenly don’t have much to say.

You find your heart escalating as your chest is met with the heat of his mouth, as opposed to his itching fingers. Instead, they disappear between your thighs.

He builds the pressure softly with each of his teasing touches. He lets your breathing guides his movements, the moment it gets uncontrolled his touch is nearly ghostly. You know if you attempt to guide his hands the pressure will disappear, and the pleasure will quickly and surely fade. Tonight was one of those nights where rushing you to a quick ending was at the bottom of your husband’s list. He was going to make sure you finished long before him.

Free reign of his mouth is all he’ll grant you tonight.

Keeping your lips against his, you allow your satisfaction with his movements to be told through the fingers buried in his hair. As your fingers tighten around the strands, he gives into your desire and increases the pressure not stopping until body trembles against his hand.

The words whispered in your ear are lost beneath the soft giggles they produce from your lips.

Guiding your legs around his waist, Charlie presses his mouth against your neck. Beginning to suck bruises into your skin, he welcomes the hitch in your breath as he slowly enters you. His quiet swear gets lost against your collarbone as your body gives his a welcoming clench.

The soft shift in his hips encourages an in-sync moan from the both of you, halting his movements as your touch drifts down his back. His hips move with a slow, steady pace feeding the desire the two of you have to stay close to one another for the longest time possible.

Every sound you release strokes your husband’s ego, the praise encouraging him to quicken his pace. Each thrust became fueled by his selfish desires to keep your pulse spiked, and his name against his lips. Charlie wakes a heat inside of your body as his pace becomes near relentless as he feels your body tense around his.

He buries his face into your neck as he lets your body ride its wave to the kind of mind-shattering orgasm that you’d only ever experienced at the mercy of this man. The kind that left you feeling completely satisfied, but allowed the soft desire for more to linger in your mind as your high slowly ebbs away. Lifting the fabric from over your eyes, Charlie presses a soft kiss against your eyelid. He lets his lips pepper a series of soft kisses along your face as your grip around his neck tightens. The soft shifts of your hips, as his arm snakes around your waist, pull a soft chuckle from his lips.

Keeping your eyes shut, you focus on the breathing of the man atop of you. You bite your lip as his pulse slowly begins to settle, the kisses he is leaving along your heated skin making it hard for yours to do the same.

You don’t need to see Charlie to know there is a smile on his lips as he watches you begin to welcome the pull of sleep as he begins to detangle himself from you. If it weren’t for the invisible swirls his fingers paint across your stomach you might have fallen asleep already.

Nuzzling into the crook of your neck, he mumbles against your skin as you curl up against him. “Where’s your wedding ring at?”

You wait to respond to his question. Opening your eyes, you watch as he gently massages the fingers of your left hand.

“At home.”

“At home?” Despite the feeling of your lips against his, Charlie finds himself trying to continue the conversation. “Why is it there? I didn’t convince you to marry me so that your ring sits at home.”

Realizing this question will continue to plague his mind, you roll your eyes.

“I was trying to pick up a handsome guy.” You explain, the furrow of his brow making you smile. “Wearing a wedding ring is the ultimate repellent.”

“Not for all guys.” Charlie mumbles, his mind drifting downstairs to the highly interested bartender.

You giggle as a breath of fresh air fills your lung. Charlie allows you another kiss before his brow rises. “What would have happened if I hadn’t gotten to you when I did?”

To you, the question seems silly but you can’t let this perfect opportunity go to waste.

“I already had three glasses while waiting for you,” you tease. “Who knows, I might have let Curly take me home.”