Heartstopper Inktober 2K24

4 - Exotic (Stripper!AU P2)

Nick comes home to an empty house, which is the first sign to him that something's a little off as he unties his tie and leaves it at the door with his jacket and keys.

Now, at the beginning of his relationship with Charlie, this was normal. Given Charlie's former job, he usually would be at work at this hour, but the job was former for a reason and that reason was Nick being Nick.

Nick was always one for doing the right thing and when he found out that Imogen had been getting harassed by Ben Hope? He wasn't exactly going to stand there. Ben might have been his employer's son, but he had no right to harass girls and thankfully, HR had seen the same.

Hadn't heard a word from him on social media since he got moved, but you know what? Who fucking cared.

Plus, if he hadn't reported Ben, he would have never met Charlie and Charlie...Charlie was downright beautiful.

Hence why he was suddenly worried when he couldn't be found in his usual spots of the kitchen, the sofa and the reading nook of the spare room.

"Charlie?" He called out as he moved from the spare room to their main bedroom, opening the door as he continued to speak. "Charlie, are you in here? Is everything..."

The words died on his tongue at the sight that he saw.

The lamps were on, a single chair was in front of their bed and an MP3 player loaded up with "Pour It Up" by Rihanna sat on the lone dresser on one side of the room, the other cast in shadow except for a figure that could barely be seen.

Suddenly, the figure moved, a manicured hand attached to a sheer green sleeve coming visible in the soft light, beckoning him closer.

Nick has never sat down in a chair fast enough.

Suddenly, the music roars to life and Charlie, gloriously good looking and too much for Nick alone, slinks from around Nick's left to settle in his lap, Nick practically choking on his spit.

He's wearing a sheer green number, the panties high on his hips and stockings around his tights like a wet dream, bralette framing his shoulders that were covered in emerald green fabric that left nothing to the imagination.

All the traitor does is smirk before he's tilting Nick's jaw up and flattens his tongue out against his skin, a moan leaving Nick's throat that he's out exactly proud of before his hands grab onto enjoy the ride.

He really doesn't remember much after that. (Genuinely.)