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174. Charlie Bewley | I Play To Win *

By : volturidoll13 | TumblrDemetri Volturi 

You and Charlie have been dating for a while, so it's of no surprise to you to learn that he's secretly got a bit of a competitive streak in him. But when a friendly game of pool between you two turns into something a little more serious, will the stakes be too high? Or will everything go perfectly to plan...?

• NSFW; language; heavily mature themes; (TW choking kink); impact play kink; fluff

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💟READER'S POV 💟

"Thirteen, bottom left corner pocket." you say, as you line up your shot. Charlie leans back in his chair, his attention focused completely on you. With a soft exhale, you strike the cue ball, sending good old number 13 home, right where you said you would. A light chuckle sounds from behind you, and you look over your shoulder to see Charlie watching you, a hint of a smile upon his lips.

"Think you'll win, do you?" he teases you, and you nod. "Oh, I know I'll win. Just you watch." you shoot back, before turning your attention towards the pool table once more. Your boyfriend lets out another quiet laugh, and you smile to yourself as you line up the shot for the 8 ball. "Top right pocket." you say, calling out the shot.

With a quick tap, you sink the 8 ball into its designated pocket, before straightening up and watching as the cue ball comes to a slow stop in the middle of the table. Turning around, you shoot Charlie a flirty wink, smirking. "I win." you tell him. He shakes his head at you in disbelief as he gets up from his chair, coming to stand in front of you.

"Mm, that game was mere child's play, darling. Why don't we, ah... Raise the stakes a bit, yes?" he murmurs, leaning down to kiss you gently on the mouth. You moan into the kiss, letting his tongue trace teasing little patterns along yours, and he groans softly in response. "Y/N..." he moans. God, the way your name sounds coming out of his mouth in this moment is quite possibly one of the most sinful and erotic things you've ever heard in your life!

With a reluctant sigh, he finally breaks the kiss, letting you catch your breath. His fingers trail gently down your arm, leaving chill bumps in their wake. "What did you have in mind? For our game, I mean?" you ask breathlessly. He thinks for a minute, before a wicked smile appears on his face. "I've got it. If you lose this next one... You're mine to do with as I see fit, kitten." he tells you. Oh, how you love it when he calls you that nickname!

You nod, glancing down at the pool table before looking back up at Charlie. "Okay. But if you lose... You don't get to have me go down on you for an entire three days." you say with a wink. Charlie makes a face, pretending to wince. "Y/N, you're killing me here, sweetness!" he groans. You laugh, reaching up to brush a stray lock of hair out of his eyes. "Better play well then, huh?" you tease him.

He gives you a playful warning look, leaning down to kiss you again. You feel him gently tug at your bottom lip with his teeth, and a hushed moan leaves your mouth. "That's my good girl." he murmurs, before pulling away and letting you go. Seeing the dazed look on your face, he laughs. "Focus, kitten. Or this win will come all too easy for me." he says. You stick your tongue out at him as you watch him prepare the table for your next game.

He's right, though. You need to focus, or you'd lose to him. Then again, maybe that wouldn't be such a bad thing. The mere thought of being left entirely at his mercy... The way those hands of his would feel on your skin, and his mouth teasing and tasting every inch of you... And his voice, how easily he could have you begging for him by just a few words... It was all too enticing.

"Kitten? Y/N." you hear Charlie speak up, startling you out of your reverie. Blushing furiously, you glance over at him, and he smirks. "Something you'd like to share, hmm?" he asks. Oh god, what if he somehow knew?? You shake your head at him, your breath trembling slightly. "No, sir." you answer. God, how easily he could have you submitting to him like this...! He nods in approval, giving you one last sly smile, before gesturing down at the table.