Charlie/Reader Scary Movie Night

"We watched a comedy last night, Charlie."

"Yeah I know, but everything is so serious all the time and you know I love listening to you laugh."

Charlie playfully reached down to tickle your sides and you slapped his hands away, fake scowling in return as you tried to hide the giggles that were threatening to escape your throat.

"I hate my laugh!"

"It's perfect. Everything about you is perfect, you know that." Charlie pulled you in and kissed you on the forehead.

Rolling your eyes, you grabbed Charlie's hand and led him to the couch.

Being in love was easy with Charlie. He was always so kind to you. He let you have whatever you asked for, even if you didn't deserve it. Sometimes it made you feel guilty, but you knew he did it because he cared so deeply, and who are you to say no?

It used to embarrass you that you were so much younger than him. Charlie had met you your senior year of college at the last showing of a production you successfully directed. Your professor had introduced the two of you with your future career in mind. Getting Charlie to open up took time, but eventually those walls came down and it wasn't long before he became borderline obsessed with you.

"I really think we should watch something scary," you said in your sweetest voice as you pulled him down to the couch. "You know, we haven't watched a scary movie together yet. I think it's probably because you're a scared little boy under that big, serious exterior of yours."

"Careful, princess." he warned as the corner of his mouth twitched.

You thought about pressing him further, knowing that doing so would result in him buried deep in your pussy. He was looking at you, ember eyes taunting like he dared you to test him. You bit your bottom lip as you thought about all the different ways he would have you if you teased him just a little bit more....

"Besides, I've told you that I hate scary movies because they're cheesy and predictable." he said as he ran one of his hands through his dark, messy waves.

"I think it would be fun! Plus it's hallowee-"

"I hate halloween."

"Charlie come on!" You all but begged now, already heading to the horror movie section of Netflix knowing that it was only a matter of time before he gave you what you wanted, just like always.

"Fine." He huffed, earning an excited giggle from you.

"Thanks, Daddy." You winked at him before sliding away to grab a blanket.

It took everything in Charlie not to react to what you had called him. He watched you carefully as you practically danced over to the basket where the blankets were. You were wearing cotton pajama shorts that barely covered anything. Your oversized t-shirt lifted slightly as you bent to collect everything, exposing how little those shorts actually covered.

Charlie's eyes darkened when he saw the curve of your ass come into view. He traced every inch of it with his eyes and discovered that you weren't wearing panties. He didn't try to conceal the smile that was now growing on his full lips as he thought of every way he was going to keep the both of you from watching whatever stupid fucking movie you chose for them.

"What?" You said as you walked back over him.

He held his beer in one hand and covered his mouth with his other, lifting his eyebrows in what looked like...amusement?

You sat the blankets beside him and sighed as you walked over to dim the lights. His apartment was small and warm, the epitome of comfort. You loved spending time here even when he wasn't home, working on whatever project he had started at his theater company. You somewhat co-directed with him now even though he fought for control at first. Charlie knew that the two of you shared the same dream, and he would be extremely jealous if you learned from anyone but him. He taught you more than you could have ever asked for, both in the theatre world and the real world, though your favorite lessons were in his bedroom.