moony

you’re hanging out in your apartment when you hear your door open and close a little more harshly than usual. you can hear charlie muttering under his breath before you come out to see him. he doesn’t even acknowledge you at first, lost in his own thoughts as he sets his backpack down with a thud.

“are you okay?” you ask instantly. finally he looks up, his eyes weary before he sighs and brings up a hand to rub his forehead.

“had the health inspection at paddy’s today..” he explains, his tone hollow. he doesn’t really move from where he stands in the entryway, so you approach. you wrap your arms around him loosely and he inches closer to you.

“did it go wrong?” you ask, trying to use his energy to fill in the blanks.

he scoffs slightly and shakes his head. “no, well.. it went great, actually.” his lips curl inwards, scowling, and his hands ball into fists. “all thanks to me.. not that anyone cares..” he huffs, half to himself again. but he didn’t really seem angry, exactly. more defeated.

you frown and find yourself gripping him a little tighter, instinctively trying to offer your support. “what happened?”

he then goes into the details of his day. his thorough plan to pass the inspection nearly fell into shambles the second he got into paddy’s because of some elaborate airline miles scheme the gang was running, involving loads of live chickens in the bar, a truckload of steaks, and an industrial-sized sealer. somehow, charlie finagled it all successfully to work in his favor so that they could both pass the inspection and complete the scheme at the same time. but in the end, nobody noticed or appreciated his incredible efforts.

when he finishes his long account, you hug him. “i’m so sorry, love. you worked so hard.”

“yeah.. just wish that’d be appreciated once in a while.” he mumbles.

you nod and lift your head to look at him, one of your hands intertwining with his. “i appreciate you. tons.” you know it doesn’t completely make up for his bad day, or really the constant unrecognition he gets at paddy’s, always being stuck with the hardest jobs. but you want him to hear it.

he meets your gaze and squeezes your hand. “i know. thank you.” he gives a little smile, the most he can manage right now.

“how can i help you feel better?”

“(y/n), you don’t have to-“ he starts, but before he can finish you put your fingers lightly to his lips to stop him. his eyes widen slightly, but he doesn’t protest further. he was probably going to say something sweet like ‘just being with you is enough.’ and you love that, but that doesn’t satisfy you. you want to take care of him.

“are you hungry?” you ask. he just nods.

and so you go start something in the kitchen, a hot meal that you make sure to cook your love into.

charlie follows closely behind, and you keep chatting while he watches you cook. once you’re done and you’re plating your creation, he comes up to hug you from behind. he nuzzles into your hair and closes his eyes, breathing in your scent blending with the delicious aroma of freshly made food. his heart and his stomach sing in unison.

“thank you,” he hums. “you’re so good to me.”

you both decide to get in bed, putting on a tv show to laugh along to while you eat. by the last bite you can already see his spirits lifting a little. after setting aside the plates you snuggle up to him and your hands slide up to his shoulders, rubbing lightly. he melts a little at the contact and an idea pops into your head.

“how about.. a massage?” you offer. he looks at you and his lips curl downwards in thought for a moment. he’s not always eager to accept such kind favors from you, but seeing the affection in your eyes and thinking about how lovely your touch would feel, he gives in.

“umm.. yeah, sure. that sounds nice.”

“mhm. c’mon, lay down.” you grin and wait for him to roll over on his stomach and spread out into a comfortable position, and then you prop yourself up on your knees beside him.

you start massaging him, gently but firmly working every part of your hands into his muscles in a fluid rhythm. the second you touch him he responds instantly, sinking further into the bed and letting out a deep rumble of contentment. taking your time with every square inch of his body you come in contact with, you form a path from his neck to his lower back, loosening up any knot you find and rubbing out every last bit of tension. many minutes dedicated to him go by, and along the way at some point you’ve hiked his shirt up to get better access and you’ve shifted to straddling his hips.

while your knuckles and thumbs knead at either side of his spine, you lean in to whisper to him. “feeling good?” you ask, and the warmth of your breath near his ear makes him shiver slightly.

“really good, (y/n). you’re like an angel..” he breathes out, pure bliss lacing his words.

satisfied with your work you start to back off, but your hands linger on his skin. you’re full of contentment and love, happy to be able to pamper him like this. but another part of you, a steadily growing part of you, is also getting turned on.

charlie is practically putty in your hands. knowing that it’s because of you, that you’re able to take the weight off of him and relieve his stress, it does something to you. you want to do more. you want to make him feel even better.

you let your nails lightly graze his sides, feeling goosebumps form in their wake. your voice lowers to a soft, sultry purr. “you wanna do something fun now?”

you don’t know the way his stomach flips at the suddenly suggestive way you speak, something deep inside of him immediately standing to attention. “..fun?” he questions, and now there’s a hint of excitement in his voice. he shifts to meet your gaze.

you nod, smiling down at him. there’s a sparkle in your eyes that instantly makes him weak. he turns over onto his back.

but instead of explaining yourself right away, you pull him into a deep kiss. you cup his face in your hands as your mouths move together in a heated embrace in which you take the lead, kissing him in a way that has his breath hitching against your lips. it’s slow and sensual, but filled with just the right amount of hunger to make your intentions clear.

“i have an idea.” you murmur. you press your hips against his just a little and he groans, his hands flying up to grab you and press you down a little more. when you break the kiss his face is flushed and his pupils are dilated.

“what is it?” he’s eager now and it shows, his big eyes looking up at you so tenderly as if he was willing to give up the world in that moment just for some more of your wonderful attention.

you roll your hips against his once more and he lets out a little whimper, gripping you tighter. finally, wearing a small smirk, you drop the suspense. “i want to find out how long you can last.”

charlie looks almost bewildered at this, but there’s a notable spark in his eyes that shows he isn’t uninterested. he just wasn’t expecting such a suggestion. “y-you want..?”

“i want,” you repeat your words slowly, calmly. “to see how long you can last.”

just the thought of him at your mercy, moaning, shaking, begging for relief while you push his limits makes it very hard to patiently wait for his response. “do you want to try it?”

“i, um..” he clears his throat, his mouth suddenly dry as he finds himself at a loss for words. you’re stirring up his brain and getting him more turned on than he thought possible, putting him on the spot. he’s flustered. his cock is already rock hard in his jeans, just the weight of you on top of him nearly enough to do him in.

you have to help him out somehow. one of your hands threads into the curls at the back of his head as you lean in to place kisses along his jawline and below his ear. “it’ll feel really good..” you coax sweetly, smiling against his skin. “i promise. i just wanna take care of you, love.”

he lets his head tilt almost immediately to give you better access, a needy little sound coming from behind his lips that’s like music to your ears. his hips arch into yours and his fingers dig into your sides, desperate for some kind of friction. “yeah, i wanna try it.” he finally confirms, breathless.

you chuckle softly, in love with how responsive he is. but you haven’t even begun yet.

“first things first,” you pull away slowly, meeting his eyes. you reach for his arms and guide them away from you, laying them back on the bed. “hands off.”

he immediately pouts, something innate within him craving the feel of your body underneath his palms. but he nods, willing himself to follow your lead.

“good. stay like that, okay? no touching for a little while.”

“okay,” charlie agrees, and the momentary flicker of disappointment in his eyes is overtaken by excitement when you start to help him out of his clothes. tossing his shirt somewhere on the floor, you move to unbutton his jeans next. you push them down along with his boxers, and he sucks in a breath at the feeling of the cool air hitting his most sensitive area.

his cock is thick and flushed with need, veins lining the shaft. a bit of precum dribbles from the tip and onto his soft stomach. he looks so divine and you start to think that this is going to be a test of your patience as much as it is his.

“ready?” you hum.

“yeah, please.” he replies eagerly, squirming a little beneath you. you can’t resist pressing him a little more.

“please what, my love?” you simper, willing him to ask properly for what he wants.

charlie’s cheeks turn red and his brows pinch together as he formulates a response. “please touch me, (y/n.) i need you, please..” he begs. his voice is gruff and his hands fist the sheets beneath him, driven wild with the anticipation.

“that’s perfect, baby. i will since you asked so nicely.” you spit crudely in your hand and gently wrap your fist around him, slowly stroking from base to tip. your saliva mixes with his precum with each measured pass, making him nice and slick.

“oh, fuck..” immediately, his head falls back and his legs tense beneath you. after the lead up to this moment he’s sensitive, hot in your hand, and swelling even more in response to your touch.

you increase your pace slightly, biting your lip as you focus on moving your wrist in a graceful motion and making your grip just right. you watch charlie’s stomach flex and his face contort as he tries to maintain control, his breath coming out in shallow pants. you’re about to ask how it feels but as if he’s reading your mind, he indulges you on his own.

“feels so good, (y/n.) mmf.. please, a little more?” he pleads, his hips arching desperately.

“alright,” you give in just a little, giving him longer, quicker strokes. “you’re not allowed to finish yet, though. okay?”

he moans, gritting his teeth and nodding.

“you promise to be good?”

“yes..” he nods again, his voice cracking. but you want more.

your hand stills and his half-lidded eyes fly open, giving you an almost hurt look. his hair is a mess, his lips are pouty, and his gaze is desperate. he twitches in your grasp, every ounce of his body begging for attention.

“tell me.”

his mouth opens instantly to speak, quickly stammering out a response through the haze of lust clouding his mind. “i’ll be good, i promise i’ll be good for you. i can hold off. please baby, please keep going.”

you give a pleased, cat-like grin and resume, and once you do he melts back into the bed and rumbles with a very grateful sigh of pleasure.

you feel hot just watching him like this, but you have to bury that feeling deep so that you can stay focused on him. but god, he looks mouthwatering. he sounds like an angel. you can’t help but grind yourself against his thigh every now and then in search of your own relief.

your grip tightens and you increase your pace. you listen as his breathing gets ragged, his sounds of pleasure gracing your ears more and more often along with the wet sounds of your fist pumping him. leaning in, you pepper kisses and nips around his hips.

“you’re so sexy like this. being so lovely for me.” you hum, your eyes never leaving him. he gives a shaky moan, swooning beautifully in response to your praise. you can tell he’s getting close, can tell that you should start to back off. but you want him to make the call. he said he’s going to be good, after all. “tell me when to stop, okay?”

“okay, okay, okay..” charlie breathes out, his eyebrows furrowing and his teeth digging into his lower lip with the struggle of holding back. the sight of you on top of him, so dedicated to pleasing him, is enough to send him flying into orbit. he watches the motion of your hand steadily going up and down his cock until he can’t take it anymore.

“baby, ‘m close,” he whines, his hips stuttering as the need to cum gets more frantic. “fuck, i’m close, i’m close-“

you stop and his head falls back into the pillows again, groaning heavily. he pulses in your grasp as he comes down from the high.

“good, very good.” you purr, kissing around his lower belly. your hand never leaves him.

“baby, please..” he pouts, his head rolling to peek down at you. his fingers are surely leaving dents in the sheets from how hard he’s gripping them.

“i know, i’ve got you. you’re doing so well, my love.” you continue to praise and soothe him, but you can’t help the little smirk that curls at your lips from how needy he is.

his cheeks turn a little rosy and he twitches in your hand. “i am?” he asks breathlessly.

“of course, baby. i’m impressed.” your lips trail closer and closer to his aching shaft as you speak, slowly grazing his happy trail, his pelvis, and the space where his hip meets his thigh with featherlight kisses.

“i’ll make you feel so good, i promise. just keep being patient.” his adam’s apple bobs in his throat, his gaze zeroed in on your lips brushing against his skin. “can you do that?” you ask.

charlie swallows hard. “y-yes, yes i can do that.”

as a reward your tongue meets his flesh, licking a heated stripe up his cock. he shudders. you start to move your hand again and he nearly cries.

“ohmygod...” his jaw drops in disbelief as you place big, wet, open-mouthed kisses at the base, letting your tongue curl around his girth while you stroke him the same time. you kiss upwards but back off before you reach the tip. just feeling your breath fan over the head of his cock makes him lose his mind.

“(y/n),” he writhes underneath you, so close again. “baby, please. please can i cum?”

you slow your pace and he whines. “uh-uh, charlie. not quite yet.”

his face scrunches up from the delicious torture, his head rolling side to side. your lips brush against his tip and he gasps.

“stay strong for me.” you murmur before you open your mouth to take him in. charlie practically jolts from the surprise.

“ah! mmf, ah fuck, wait-“ he can hardly form a sentence, his eyes rolling back as your lovely mouth envelops him. “so warm, mm.. i can’t- i can’t last like that. (y/n), please..” he’s whimpering constantly, the ardent struggle of denying his orgasm written all over him.

you ignore his pleas for now, greedily savoring his taste and weight and warmth on your tongue. taking as much as you can, you suckle and bob your head over and over again while he moans gratefully above you.

just a minute of this and he’s done for. “i can’t take it, ‘m gonna cum. you’re so good, it’s too good..“ but just as soon as he gets the words out you’re off of him entirely.

he’s nearly shaking at this point, his hands flying up to tug at his own hair for dear life as his cock slaps back against his stomach, whining brokenly. a complete mess. “(y/n), i feel crazy,” charlie rasps. “i’m so close. i need you so bad..”

“i know, i know..” he’s so distressed and you almost feel bad, but it’s just too delicious seeing him like this. addicted to your touch, as if you’re some kind of life line. you know it’ll all be worth it in the end.

you climb up his body, leaning in to kiss his cheeks, his nose, then finally his lips. charlie returns the kiss eagerly, grateful for the chance to be closer to you.

you pull back and he watches as you slip off your own clothes piece by piece. straddling him, you center yourself over his hips and his eyes go wide. his hands cling harshly to the bedspread again and you can tell he’s fighting off the urge to grab you.

“(y/n), i’m not gonna last a second if you..” he trails off, his voice barely above a whisper.

you smile. “sure you will. you can last a little longer, i know you can. you’re a good boy, yeah?”

he visibly perks up. you take him in your hand and line him up with your entrance and he hisses at the contact. “y-yes, oh yes.” he crumbles. “but fuck, i don’t know if i can. it’s too much..”

“you can.” you affirm softly, placing a hand on his chest as you start to lower yourself onto him. his eyes roll all the way back into his head and a string of curses falls from his lips.

“so hot, so tight, wet, perfect,” he gushes, floating high in the clouds as you sink down his cock. far, far away from the cares of the world.

you let out a moan of your own as he bottoms out inside of you, savoring the delicious feeling. “that’s right. you’re so good, charlie. you deserve this.” you murmur sweetly, beginning to rock your hips slowly.

“i’m good, i’m a good boy..” he repeats in a daze, huffing with your every thrust. his eyes glaze over with pure bliss, his mind going completely blank except for you. he looks up at you like you’re the only thing that matters. “i’m a good boy?”

your heart melts a little from how soft he looks. you could praise him every second for the rest of your life and it still wouldn’t feel like enough to properly convey how precious he is to you. “yeah, baby. doing so well for me. my good boy. my favorite.” you assure him, your fingers lightly brushing his hair out of his face before cupping his cheek. “i love you so much.”

he leans into your touch. “i love you.” he hums back. “(y/n), i’m so close..”

“just a little longer,” you promise. he turns you on so much that you’re not far behind. after just another minute or two, you finally give in.

“my love, would you like to cum?”

excitement paints his features instantly and he looks at you with big puppy-dog eyes. “yes, (y/n). please, i need it so bad. please let me cum in you.”

his admission makes your stomach flip and your control falters, clenching around him. “you want to cum inside?”

“yes, please.” he begs desperately. “want to fill you up so bad, so bad..”

you stop fucking him. you reach for his hands and guide them to your sides, and then you lean forward and brace your hands on his shoulders.

“go ahead, baby. fuck me ‘til you cum. you earned it, did so perfect.” you whisper in his ear, encouraging him with a roll of your hips that steals the air from his lungs.

he doesn’t hesitate. his fingers dig into your flesh instantly, gripping you tight. he ruts his hips upwards just once and moans loudly. “fucking.. oh, it’s too good,” he huffs, quickly finding his rhythm. “you’re so good, (y/n). i‘m gonna fill you up, need to fill you up. stuff you full, every drop..”

he loses all control. he fucks into you and pulls you up and down by your hips like a ragdoll while his grunts and sweet words fill your ears amidst his climb to ecstasy. you’re right there with him, singing with pleasure. it's not much longer before you both start to break down.

“yes, yes, yes..” charlie pants, getting louder and louder as the pressure builds just right. “i‘m gonna cum. gonna cum so deep inside you, baby. fuck!” after being wound up for so, so long, the coil inside of him finally snaps and he cries out, his whole world rocked by the force of his orgasm. his head swims and he jackrabbits into you like his life depends on it until every last drop of cum is spent.

feeling his warm release flood your insides you follow his lead and also fall apart. both of you rock through the bliss until you’re completely wiped, collapsing into each other.

once every ounce of pleasure has been wrung out, he wraps his arms around you lazily to pull you close. he nuzzles into your hair, letting out a little dazed giggle. the rough day he had was long, long gone. practically wiped from his mind and replaced with pure satisfaction.

“that was the best,” he sighs, tracing soft circles on your back. “you’re too good t’me..”

you hum in response, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. “you deserve it.” you lift yourself up a little to look at him and you smile. “feel better?”

he smiles too. “tons.”

you don’t know why, but he doesn’t like you. whenever you’re in the same room together he does his best to ignore you specifically, and when he isn't you swear there are daggers in his eyes directed your way.

it’s all really strange because you don’t think anything ill of him. he’s a little weird, but charming. you even think he’s pretty attractive. but no one else seems to catch on or say anything, so you’re left wondering silently what’s wrong with you in his eyes, going about your business as usual. at least the rest of the gang seems to like you a lot.

one morning you’re in paddy’s getting things together for the day. you haven’t been there long, still nursing a coffee you’d picked up on the way and restocking the bar when you hear the door open. this is unusual, typically you are alone at this hour.

you look up quizzically and see charlie walking in by himself.

“oh hey, charlie.” you give him a polite smile. he notices you and awkwardly slows in his tracks, looking like he’s dreading even greeting you.

“oh.. yeah. hey, (y/n).” he replies dryly.

“you’re here early.” you point out casually. he lets out a sigh and rubs the back of his neck, starting to step backwards.

“yeah, uh.. i think i’ll come back later. s’ya..”

your face scrunches up in confusion and you frown, but before you can say anything or question him he is already out the door. you put down the container of maraschino cherries you’re refilling with a small huff. you don’t understand why he’s so unwilling to be around you. you really can’t stand it anymore.

and so you grab your things and decide to follow him. figuring he’s just heading back home, you start there, and you guess right. when you knock on the door to his apartment, he opens. he sees you and looks to the side with an air of exasperation, putting a hand on his hip.

“charlie..” you open your mouth to speak before he can say anything. you feel a little nervous but you do your best to hold your resolve to confront him, not wanting to be left in the dark any longer. it’s obvious he has a problem with you, and you need to know what it is. “i just.. i just have to ask you something.”

you can see his jaw tense slightly but he doesn’t stop you, and so you take that as a sign to continue.

“why don’t you like me?” you’re being vulnerable now and you have to resist the urge to cringe at yourself. he doesn’t say anything for a long moment, before he puffs air out of his nose and shakes his head.

“look, (y/n), there’s really nothing to talk about.” he replies, brushing you off entirely. “could you just leave me alone?” he says, his voice calm but with a biting undercurrent of something you can’t quite grasp. you recoil slightly, taken aback. you know he isn’t fond of you, but he’s never been so blunt about it before.

he starts to shut the door on you but without thinking you force your way past him and into his apartment. he scoffs, sharp irritation hardening his features. you meet his gaze with your own firm stare, determined, and try once more to get through to him. “i’m sorry, just- please tell me what’s wrong-”

“fuck off.” he cuts you off. your eyes widen and your jaw drops, staring at him as if he just grew a second head.

“excuse me?” you’re completely offended. he grits his teeth but doesn’t immediately reply, doesn’t even look at you.

“i don’t want you here.” he replies, clearly hoping you’ll just go away. you don’t. you can’t stand this anymore.

“no. i’m not leaving until you tell me what i’ve done to make you hate me so much.” you demand, stepping towards him. he huffs.

“i don’t hate you.” he bites out, finally looking you in the eyes. there’s an intensity there, frustration and something else you can’t quite place.

“yeah, well, you’ve been treating me like shit ever since i started working with you, i think i deserve some kind of explanation.” you insist, all your bottled up feelings coming to a head. he turns away from you, clenching his fists.

“for fuck’s sake, (y/n). you’re really going to make me say it, aren’t you?”

“say what?” you take another step towards him and he casts you a dangerous glance.

“you want to know why i’ve been cold to you? why i try to keep my distance from you as much as possible?” he circles around and steps towards you now, a warning laced in his words.

“yeah, i do.” you hold his gaze and the muscles in his jaw clench.

“it’s because i fucking want you, (y/n). is that what you wanted to hear? it drives me crazy.” the words tumble out of him as if he can’t hold them in anymore. you stare up at him in complete shock.

“..w-what?” your voice is suddenly soft, your face scrunching up in confusion. as if he can’t control himself any longer he closes the distance between you until the back of your legs hit his futon, nearly stumbling backwards on it. you can feel your heart beating faster and your blood warming by the second.

“you just couldn’t leave well enough alone, could you?” he lets out a big sigh, hanging his head. his hands twitch at his sides as if he was fighting the urge to touch you.

“i-i don’t-“

“you heard me, (y/n). i want you.” he lifts his gaze to look straight at you, his face inches away. his eyes search yours knowingly, as if he’s uncovering a secret you didn’t even know you held. the secret is that you want him too.

“you’re an asshole.” you lightly scoff and furrow your brows at him, but it doesn’t cover the awestruck look on your face or the sudden rosiness to your cheeks. a smirk curves at his lips and he shakes his head.

“then why are you here?”

your lips part but nothing comes out. you can’t reply. you can’t say that you don’t want him. but you’re too stubborn in this moment to confirm his suspicions and give him the satisfaction. noticing your silence, he gives you another chance. one of his hands comes up to cup your jaw, his touch warm and surprisingly gentle, almost reverent.

“just say the word and i’ll leave you alone, pretend this never happened.” he offers, his voice a low murmur that sends shivers down your spine. his thumb traces featherlight circles on your jaw and his gaze is soft as he waits for your reply, a far cry from the typical avoidant looks you’re used to from him. you just shake your head. he lifts your chin until your lips are only a breath apart.

“you want this?”

“..yes.”

a hint of a smile breaks his features somewhere between cocky and elated, overjoyed that you’re reciprocating his feelings and delighted that he got you to admit it. he savors the vulnerable look on your face for a second longer before he can’t hold himself back anymore and captures your lips with his own.

it’s hot and heavy right out of the gate. his arms wrap around you, one going around your waist to pull you closer and the other tangling in your hair to cradle your head. the way he kisses you, slow yet deliberate, passionate and hungry, instantly makes your knees weak. but luckily you don’t have to worry about standing upright much longer, not once his hands slide down to your waist and urge you back onto his futon, following after you until you’re laying down underneath him.

“you have no idea how much i’ve thought about this.” he rasps, his lips making a purposeful path down your neck, tongue and teeth dancing across your flesh.

“why didn’t you say something?” you huff, still miffed despite the arousal coursing through you.

“i’m not.. i’m not good at this sort of thing.” he mumbles into the crook of your neck, his voice slightly apologetic as his nose nuzzles against the space underneath your ear. he’s liked you pretty much as long as he’s known you, but he’s always been too scared to do anything about it. you ruminate on this explanation before his teeth sink a little harshly into the curve of your neck, letting out his lingering irritation.

“ow-“ you gasp softly as you feel a wave of heat rise in the pit of your stomach. the hint of pain from the bite turns you on more than you expected. “okay fine, but i don’t think acting like a dick is the best alternative.” you grumble, flustered. he pulls away slowly, glancing at the small mark he left on your skin with satisfaction before meeting your gaze, furrowing his eyebrows and giving you a stern look.

“i’m planning on making it up to you if you’d shut up and let me.”

“how?”

“making you cum, for starters.” he says matter-of-factly. you feel your cheeks grow even warmer.

“what a gentleman.”

“that’s right, i am.” he mutters before locking your lips once more. his fingers start to snake under your shirt. “take this off.” he demands gruffly. you hesitate, something holding you back. maybe you’re starting to like this little back and forth, seeing his reaction to your defiance. when you don’t immediately do as he says he pulls back again, his eyes dark.

“i’m gonna need you to drop the act before i drop it for you, princess.” he warns, his voice clear and even despite the fact that he looks like he wants to rip your clothes off. he’s wanted you for so long and now that he has you he isn't going to be patient about it. you stop hesitating, this rougher side of him turning you on.

“now, that’s better. atta girl.” he simpers, his features relaxing when you slip your shirt up and over your head followed by your bra. he leans in to whisper pure filth in your ear as his hands cup your newly exposed breasts, quickly making you delirious. “i can’t wait to fuck that brattiness out of you, you know that?” he punctuates his words by pinching one of your nipples between his fingers and you whimper. “make you forget all about the stupid jerk i’ve been, yeah?” he adds, a little more sincere.

“yes, please,” you nod eagerly, your thighs pressing together from arousal. he catches this and smirks to himself.

“you’re real easy now that you’re all needy, huh, baby?” he questions, peppering kisses along your neck as he rolls his thumbs over your nipples until they’re stiff. you whine, partly out of embarrassment and partly in agreement. one of his hands leaves your chest to slide down your front.

“let’s see how wet she is already.” he mumbles huskily as his fingers suddenly slip beneath your pants and panties to find your wet slit, making you gasp. you soak his fingers instantly and he growls lowly at the feeling. “fucking dripping.. what’s got you so turned on, sweetness?” he teases, looking down at you.

“y-you..”

“yeah? what about me?” he asks, watching you closely as he lightly strokes your clit with a fingertip. your lips part to say something but instead you just moan shakily as your hips arch into his hand in a silent plea for more. he chuckles and shakes his head.

“you know..” he starts, his other hand lifting your chin so that you can’t shy away before he leans in, pressing light, affectionate kisses to the apples of your cheeks. “i think you like it when i’m a little mean to you.” he grins, taking his hand out of your undergarments and bringing his shiny fingertips to his lips for a taste right before your eyes. the sight makes you breathless, and you almost forget to defend yourself.

“i don’t know what you’re-“

“shh, one second..” he interrupts you to take hold of your pants and panties, smoothly pulling them down and off. once they’re discarded on the ground somewhere he doesn’t hesitate to push your thighs apart, his gaze zeroed in on your pussy.

“don’t shush me..” you grumble meekly, blushing from feeling so exposed and vulnerable before him. he looks up only to give you an amused glance.

“you’re really still trying to argue?” he questions. before you can form a rebuttal, he interrupts again. “silly..” he chides, clicking his tongue. “i can see how much you love this.” he nods to the heat between your legs to prove his point, running a thumb through your slick folds. you shiver, your breath hitching at the contact. “you’re gonna let me do whatever i want, won’t you?” he can’t help but taunt you, knowing it’s riling you up even more.

“t-that’s not- ah!” you’re about to feebly deny this accusation (even though it’s true) when he suddenly spanks your pussy, making your body jump and your clit throb from the harsh yet delicious feeling. instead of tensing up after the fact your legs naturally spread even wider, which he gleefully takes note of.

“what a sight..” he muses, intensely satisfied with how responsive you are. before you can get your bearings again he slips one of his fingers inside of you and circles your clit simultaneously. “i need you to stop fighting me, baby. i just wanna make it up to you, make you feel good.” he coos hypnotically as he pumps his finger in and out, soon adding a second one. when your head falls back with a moan, he knows he has you. “can you do that? can you be a good girl for me?”

“yes..” you reply breathlessly.

“yeah? gonna let me take care of you? let me put you in your place like you need?”

“yes. charlie, please,” you whine, your hips jumping as he angles his pumping digits just right.

“that’s right. i knew you’d come around, huh?” he grins, his eyes dancing with wicked satisfaction as he watches you melt with pleasure. your head lolling back and your back arching off the futon, moaning all for him.

“do you like that, baby? you like my fingers?” he purrs. they’re thick and deep, filling you up so perfectly that you can’t think about anything else.

you nod almost frantically, whimpering as pornographic sounds of your wetness fill the air. you’re so turned on, it feels like your lower belly is already growing hot with the looming threat of climax. but suddenly, he stops. his fingers go still deep inside of you, teasing you with fullness and nothing more. he curls them, lightly stroking that sweet spot inside of you that makes your eyes roll back.

“say it.” he commands, watching you. your eyebrows pinch together both from the sweet agony of being held at the precipice of pleasure and the embarrassment of what he’s making you do.

“yes, i love your fingers,” you breathe out, your lips curving into a pout. “please don’t stop..” you beg, arching into his hand desperately.

“aw, don’t worry, baby. i’ve got you.” he chuckles softly, resuming his magical touch. you melt back into the couch with a moan.

“thank you, thank you..” you babble gratefully. charlie lets out a laugh.

“look at that, remembering your manners,” he simpers, finger-fucking you steadily. you whine and clench around his digits, your back arching. “you gonna cum, sweetness? c’mon, let me make it all better..” he coaxes, his free hand sliding over your curves reverently before settling on your hip, holding you in place.

“fuck, charlie.. m’ so close..” you cry. he lets out a hum of satisfaction and leans in to place open-mouthed kisses and bites over your breasts, pumping his fingers faster.

“cum, (y/n). do it. that’s all i want.” he whispers, a hint of desperation creeping into his tone as he pulls back. he’s hovering over you now, his eyes half-lidded and his pupils blown wide as he watches your writhing form.

the coil in your belly winds tighter and tighter, and you let your head loll as you climb towards that inevitable peak. you feel you’re about to explode when he grabs you by the jaw, forcing you back to face-level.

“eyes on me.” he rasps. there’s an intensity in his gaze, as if he doesn’t want to miss a single detail. you’re completely wrecked and it’s all his doing. you obey, and the added touch of dominance sends you flying over the edge.

you struggle to keep your eyes open and focused on him as the pleasure overwhelms you, making you shake and sob. when you’re orgasm starts to subside and you’re left rolling with the waves of wonderful aftershocks, charlie leans in to kiss you as if it was his last chance on earth. his mouth moves against yours in a passionate, hungry embrace that’s not easy to keep up with amidst the fog of pure bliss clouding your senses.

“so good, s’good for me..” he mumbles against your lips, his digits still slowly moving inside of you until he’s absolutely sure that you’re spent. he takes his fingers out, using them to circle your clit that still burns with sensitivity. “fucking soaked my fingers, baby.”

you shiver and your cheeks burn at his dirty words, your hips twitching with each featherlight, torturous brush on your heated flesh. but then he finally pulls his hand away, and you let out a long exhale of relief against his lips, not much more than a puddle of satisfaction. he wipes the remnants of your juices on your thigh and then braces both of his hands on either side of you, fully caging you in underneath him.

when he breaks the kiss to plant searing hot kisses along your jawline, your eyes dart greedily to the way his bicep flexes beside your head and the way his fingers dig into the couch. but his next words pull you out of your lustful stupor.

“how’re you feeling? can you take more?” he rasps hotly against your skin. “please say yes, (y/n). i need you.” he punctuates his words by pressing his hips into yours, both of you letting out little gasps at the contact. you can feel him through his jeans and it makes your stomach lurch with need. he sounds so desperate, his tongue and teeth grazing the delicate skin around your pulse point with an almost feral intensity as if he was struggling not to devour you right then and there.

“yes, god.. please charlie.” you’re still reeling from your orgasm moments ago but utterly consumed with desire, insatiable for him. he pulls back with a growl, not even having the patience anymore to tease you for sounding so ruined already.

charlie throws his shirt off, and your eyes trace the line of hair that forms a path from his navel and disappears into his pants as he takes hold of your legs. he folds them towards your chest, spreading you wide open before he quickly undoes his jeans and pushes them down along with his boxers. his hardness falls out heavily, your mouth practically watering and your core fluttering at the sight.

he takes himself in his hand and settles between your spread thighs, cursing under his breath as he presses the tip against your wet folds. he looks entranced as he stares down at you, pulling a whine from your throat as his cock swipes over your clit.

“you’re gorgeous..” his adam’s apple bobs visibly as he says this. on the surface it’s sweet, but a flame overtakes his irises that burns with possession. he’s sure you’re his already, but in case of any doubt he’s determined to fuck you thoroughly, to prove himself as the only one to satisfy you, the only one you’ll ever need.

he notches the head at your entrance, so close to breaching. “ready, sweetness?” he asks, and you enthusiastically nod. he pushes in, both of you melting into the sensation until eventually he bottoms out inside of you, your legs slotting snugly at his sides. goosebumps erupt on your skin, your jaw dropping and your toes already curling from how good he feels.

his hair falls in his face as he hangs his head, letting out labored breaths. “christ, (y/n). you’re fuckin’- you’re perfect.” charlie groans, his hands clenching into white fists on either side of you. you’re drunk with pleasure but your eyes are focused on him, drinking in how beautiful he looks.

“how’s it, lovely? filling you good?” he checks in, and his choice of words make you dizzy.

“so good, charlie, please-“ you whimper, rolling your hips up to meet his, inviting him that much deeper inside of you. he growls and grabs your side with one hand, pinning you down.

“‘please?’ how cute.” his eyes flash with dark satisfaction at the sight of you so needy for him, so shameless. “you begging me to fuck you proper, sweetness? is that what my girl needs?”

before you reply he tests the waters, pulling out halfway before slamming back into you just once. you mewl, opening up just a bit more around him. you want so badly to buck your hips, desperate for more but he ensures that you can’t. your head swims, already so far gone you hardly remember to ask for what you want.

“y-yes, fuck. need you so bad. please, please fuck me.” you practically sob out your reply, losing your sanity with the way his girth pulses hotly inside of you, stretching you deliciously. you’re so stuffed full it feels like there isn’t a single nerve inside of you left untouched, a single inch of you left unclaimed.

“mhmm.. i will, i will.” he soothes, beginning a steady, powerful pace. your eyes roll back into your skull as the rhythmic sound of skin meeting skin fills the space. “that’s. fuck. ing. it.” he bites out, punctuating each syllable with a thrust that makes your whole body bounce underneath him.

you moan over and over. at this angle he’s hammering into your g-spot and hitting your cervix on each downward snap of his hips, igniting your every sweet spot until you see stars. you gush around him, surely making a mess. you’re so wet that there’s no doubt of how much you love this, how much you need this. and if that somehow isn’t proof enough, the way your hole is already twitching around him definitely is.

“sweet, slutty little pussy.” charlie huffs as he pounds into you, never letting up for even a second. “she’s so grateful. getting exactly what she needs, huh, baby?” you just nod and babble in agreement, feeling as if you’re floating out in space instead of on earth.

“yeah, needed my cock.” he sinks all the way to the hilt and grunts, pressing his weight into you. you cry out, your thighs quivering on either side of him. you’re panting for breath, the only thing on your mind how desperate you are for him to move again.

but before you can complain in earnest, he suddenly pulls out and rolls you onto your front. his hands dig hungrily into the fat of your hips as he guides you into position, raising your ass in the air. you’re still processing the sudden change of position, your brain seconds behind when he sheathes himself inside you again in one smooth motion, erasing any attempt you made at awareness anyway. he’s inside of you again, that’s all that’s important to your lust-drunk body.

your back arches beautifully and you let out a shuddering moan. he leans forward, one of his hands tangling into your hair and pushing your head down until your cheek smooshes against the couch. this makes you quiver around his cock, utterly unable to do anything but take what he gives.

he starts moving again, rutting into you from behind like an animal. it’s calculated, each sharp pump designed to make your body sing with ecstacy. but at the same time it’s feral, that little bit of selfishness creeping in and making his control wane.

“my cock. nobody else’s, right?” he picks up where he left off, his voice a deep growl. when you only mewl in response, he grips your hair tighter and leans in to speak directly in your ear, his chest pressing flush against your back. “right, (y/n)?”

your fingers claw into the sheets from how good he’s fucking you, absolutely brain dead. still, you scramble to form a response. hours ago you would have never imagined being in such a position with charlie, but now you’re convinced you need him to survive.

“yeah, needed your cock. just yours, love it so much..” you’re hardly coherent in your reply, constantly interrupted by sounds of pleasure spilling up from your throat.

“mhmm, and you’re taking it so well, baby. taking it like such a good girl.” he coos, letting up a little on your scalp. “my girl.”

you’re head feels heavy with pleasure, the praise making you feel so good. it scratches that itch in your brain, the reward center. you’re sure to get addicted. your legs tremble underneath you, a white hot flame erupting across your entire body as a second orgasm draws near.

“charlie, i need to-“ you’re almost doing a proper job at speaking when a particularly pointed thrust nearly sends you into orbit, reducing you to a mess once more. “need t’cum, need t’cum, charlie, please please please,” you chant dumbly, tettering on the edge.

charlie grunts, starting to succumb to his own impending climax as you tighten around him. “mm, god.. you don’t have to ask for it, sweetness. s’what i’m here for.” he wants to say more, to tell you how dedicated he is to making you feel good. to tell you how pretty you sound begging for it even if you don’t need to, how he loves how sweet and pliant you are like this, how adorably polite you become when you’re a desperate whore for pleasure, for him.

but his focus narrows down to a single point, the building sensations between you taking precedence. he looks down at where your bodies join and he watches you take him again and again, mesmerized. “i’m close too, angel. go on, squeeze my cock.” he pants, his voice breaking as he too approaches the edge.

one, two, three delicious thrusts more and you’re gone, close to weeping as he fucks you through your orgasm. a couple more thrusts, a couple more seconds of your cunt sucking him in so perfectly, and he’s right there with you, only slowing once he’s sure he’s spent every drop of his release.

you and charlie soon collapse into a sweaty heap on his futon, completely fucked out. your body vibrates with pleasure from your head to your toes like a warm glow, a deep sense of peace and contentment settling over you both.

after a bit he untangles himself from you, rolling onto his back and wrapping an arm around you to pull you close. you rest your head on his chest, your eyes closing as you settle back onto earth, bathed in comfort. you feel him shift and bring a hand to your face, brushing a gentle thumb over your cheek. you open your eyes to find him already staring at you with a mixture of tenderness and smugness.

“did i make it up to you?” he asks simply, an amused gleam in his eyes. your lips curve into a smile as you contemplate your answer. obviously it’s a resounding yes, but you can’t resist vying for more.

“hm.. i dunno. i might need more convincing.” you reply coyly. he snorts.

“oh, really?” he says in an exaggerated, sarcastic way, shaking his head. “slut..” he teases, unable to hide his smirk.

your jaw drops in mock offense and you lightly punch his arm. “am not!” you scoff, trying to be serious, but both of you soon dissolve into giggles. his head falls back against the pillow, letting out a gleeful laugh that brings you joy just by seeing it. once you settle, he looks down at you again with a soft grin, his dimples popping out.

“you’re cute.”

charlie comes into the bar one day where dennis and mac, who were bored out of their minds, turn their heads to greet him. dennis was behind the bar while mac sat in front of him nursing a beer.

“nice of you to show up for work, charlie,” dennis says dryly. but as charlie sits down on a stool with a small pout, dennis knows exactly why he’s been gone all day so far. “been catching up with the waitress again, huh?” dennis guesses, putting charlie’s stalking problem lightly. charlie huffs and rolls his eyes dramatically, confirming his suspicions.

“man, you’ve got to get over that girl.” mac chimes in.

“yeah, she’s crazy.” dennis scoffs.

“and not even that hot..” mac adds.

“ugh, shut up.” charlie interrupts them and buries his head in his arms on the counter. after a pause, he speaks again, his voice muffled and soft. “i know.. i know i have to get over her.” charlie agrees, taking his friends by surprise. not that they cared that much..

“you know, maybe you could try finding someone else? someone who actually likes you back. or at least, like, get laid.” mac suggests and dennis nods, neither of them really thinking much of the comment or expecting charlie to change his ways. but mac’s words make charlie pause.

“maybe.. you’re right.” charlie lifts his head up, a gleam in his eyes all of a sudden as he looks between dennis and mac. as if they’re reading his mind, they instantly try to backtrack, talking over each other and saying no. charlie interrupts them again.

“no, no guys! you’ve got to help me. set me up on a date!” charlie stands up now and approaches mac and dennis enthusiastically, giving a desperate look to both of them.

“bro..” mac sighs, hanging his head in his hand in exasperation.

“no way, charlie. it was just a suggestion.” dennis shakes his head. the two men are clearly not interested. they share a look, both of them thinking it would be nearly impossible to get any sane person to date charlie.

“oh, come on!” charlie yells, gesturing wildly with his arms. “i.. i’ll..” he stammers, trying to think of something he could do to reward them. “i’ll give you guys the week off. i’ll do all the work, including charlie work.” he finally promises, looking between them hopefully.

mac gives another dramatic sigh while dennis looks annoyed, but thoughtful.

“fine. i’m in.” mac says, standing from his seat.

“fine. but this better work,” dennis huffs, coming around the bar to point sternly at charlie. “you have to promise us that this is worth our time, that you’re actually going to try and get over that waitress.”

“i promise!” charlie celebrates as soon as they accept, pumping his fists in the air as his two friends head toward the front door of the pub. “oh yeah! just come find me whenever you got the goooods. i’ll be here.” he smiles and does finger guns at them, trying and failing to act cool. dennis grimaces, the weight of their task starting to weigh heavily on his shoulders.

“right, just.. take a shower or something, charlie.” he grumbles on the way out, slamming the door. but charlie doesn’t care at all about how irritated his friends are with him. all he’s thinking about is possibly getting lucky tonight. it wouldn’t be the waitress.. but for once a distraction, at least, is welcome.

“where the hell are we going to find someone crazy enough to go on a date with charlie? he’s a freak!” mac yells as he and dennis get in the range rover. “seriously, i love the dude. but anybody could spot that a mile away.”

“i don’t know, man. just forget about the ‘charlie’ of it all for now. we’ll go on the prowl, find ourselves a candidate and butter ‘em up. then we can throw them at charlie and just hope things work out somehow.” dennis suggests with a shrug. “sure, we’ll do our best. but we’re not miracle workers. we just gotta look for someone desperate. or stupid. or both, preferably.” he sighs. being able to find a serious companion for charlie didn’t even cross his mind as a possibility. “if all else fails, i’ll get frank to buy him a hooker or something.”

with that, they head to the mall and decide to pop into the first trendy clothing store they see. dennis scans the area for potential options while mac follows. “just leave it to me, buddy. i know exactly how to find the person we’re looking for.” he says with his typical air of superiority, both of them trying to act casual as they pass through the clothing. they wander around for a bit, but then, dennis spots one person in particular.

“ah, ah, ah. i think we might have a candidate,” he stops mac and leans in close for only him to hear, pointing at someone who was minding their own business looking through the t-shirts. “not bad, a little on the plain side. but i think that’s exactly what we want, way higher chance of being desperate. plus, they’re here all alone, probably lonely.” dennis analyzes them as if he was a genius, but really he was just being creepy and making assumptions. but mac, of course, goes along with it without question, looking impressed.

“man, you are good! they look a little young, though..”

“even better,” dennis comments, almost forgetting he wasn’t the one looking for a date. mac gives him a look. dennis clears his throat and quickly clarifies. “naive.” mac’s stern expression softens and he nods thoughtfully in understanding. with that, they approach.

“hi there,” dennis gives a charming grin. “i’m dennis. this is my buddy, mac.” he introduces him and mac and you look at them, a little confused.

“um, hello. i’m (y/n),” you reply, waiting for them to say what they’re approaching you for. dennis breaks the silence.

“ah, nice to meet you, (y/n). beautiful name. well, me and my friend here just wanted to say hi. we were both saying how good-looking you are, right mac?”

“right! you’re super hot-” dennis elbows his side. “i mean, uh, attractive!” mac gives a big smile, both of them pausing to see how you react. this is the real test. if you fall for this, you might just give charlie a chance.

“r-really?” not used to this kind of attention, your lips curl into a bashful smile, looking a little like a schoolgirl. the boys’ eyes light up. this is what they want to see.

“oh, yeah. most beautiful in the mall, hands down,” dennis winks, turning up the charm. “but hey.. listen, we’ve got a good friend named charlie. he’s been having a real rough time trying to get over this one girl. he’s a real sweetheart, and it hurts seeing him so down, you know?”

falling for the sympathy card, you frown. “oh, that’s horrible..” you reply.

“right? it sucks.. but we were thinking it might be nice to set him up with a date, get his mind off things. show him that there’s other fish in the sea, so to speak,” mac continues, easing you into their true purpose here. “would you be willing to meet him?”

your eyes widen, not expecting the request. a date for yourself was long overdue, not to mention whoever this mystery man was that they spoke of. and it’s not like you had anything better to do. and hey, if you didn’t like him you could back out, right? after considering for a moment, you slowly nod. “yeah, i guess so. why not?”

with that, the three of you leave the mall, going to a hole-in-the-wall bar they apparently own in south philly called paddy’s pub. you all walk in, and when you don’t immediately see charlie the two men instruct you to sit in a booth while they go find him.

but when dennis walks into the office, he finds charlie sitting behind the desk flipping through photos on a camera. dennis already has a feeling he knows what he’s doing, but charlie’s suspicious jump when he comes into the room says all he needs to know.

“what are you looking at there, charlie?” dennis asks pointedly, putting his hands on his hips.

mac comes in behind him. “what, what’s he got?”

“nothing!” charlie says quickly. “it’s nothing, man, just some random pictures. nothing special-“ he tries to brush it off before dennis snatches the camera away and quickly flips through the photos to see blurry, far-away photos of what looked to be the waitress. not even bothering to give charlie the benefit of the doubt, too annoyed after trying to find a date for him, he storms out of the room completely giving up.

“well, i’m sorry, but this man is a lost cause!” dennis rages while charlie gets up in a panic and follows him into the bar, not even processing yet that dennis was talking to someone else. mac rolls his eyes and goes to pour himself another beer.

“hey, hey, wait man! it’s not what it looks like!” charlie yells after him, lying poorly as he tries to get the camera back. that’s when his eyes catch you sitting in the booth. he stops and stares, forgetting all about the pictures for a moment, taking immediate interest.

“listen here, this man stalks the girls he likes. and that position is already filled. sorry to waste your time.” dennis announces to you, his anger pointed at charlie.

you just sit there, completely confused and unable to do anything but watch the chaos unfold.

“hey! i’m not a stalker, and l-let’s not jump to conclusions, man!” charlie tries his best to backtrack what dennis has unveiled, caring about your impression of him despite not even knowing you. stalking tendencies he may have had, but now that he’s looking at you it could be that that ‘position’ dennis spoke of just opened up.

as this strange interaction goes on before your eyes, you study the shorter man. he’s really handsome. definitely weird, a little disheveled. but funny, animated. cute. you probably should be running away, but the seriousness of their conversation starts to go right over your (possibly sick) head.

“you can stalk me if you want. i don’t mind,” you blurt out in a flirty, joking sort of way, looking right at charlie with a smile. this makes everyone in the room take pause. dennis eyes you incredulously as if he’s realizing you’re crazy. mac just raises his eyebrows and takes a swig of his drink. but charlie, he looks strangely flattered.

“really? i mean! i-i.. you got it all wrong. i’m not a stalker,” charlie says, raising his hands up at his sides.

“he is.” mac and dennis say in unison, making charlie grit his teeth.

“would you get out of here?!” he snaps. mac and dennis actually listen and head towards the door, not knowing what to think but happy that their job is over.

“see you in a week, bud.” mac says before the door to the bar slams. you just watch, not thinking much of it before turning your attention back to charlie.

“charlie, right? i’m (y/n).”

“uh..yeah, hi (y/n).” he replies, scratching the back of his neck in an awkward sort of way. “you don’t have to stay if you don’t want to..” he mumbles, not expecting you to want to be anywhere near him after hearing about his problems. he glances in your direction, wanting to kick himself for ruining another potential relationship. for some reason the waitress falls off of his mind when he looks at you.

“i’d like to stay. i think you’re cute.” you reply, making his ears turn rosy. “is that okay?”

“u-uh, um..” his eyes widen and it takes him a second to recover, not expecting this response at all. “y-yeah! that’s fine.. great, actually. would you, uh, would you like a drink? on me.” he smiles, remembering his manners and getting a sudden burst of joy now that his plan is actually coming to fruition. maybe he’ll be able to get over the waitress after all. and if not, maybe he’ll have a good night this with new person anyway.

you tell him your drink of choice and he makes it for you, taking a beer himself. he sits down across from you at the booth and you get to talking, the conversation flowing easily between you, an instant chemistry blooming. you both just met, but right off the bat there is a lot he really likes about you, and you can say the same for him. you like his scruffy beard and his smile. you like his quirky demeanor. the way his eyes brighten when he laughs and the expressiveness he has when he talks. his fluffy hair. and his hands. they’re soft yet manly. you start to imagine what they would feel like on you. this leads to wondering what he’s like in bed. he is a goofy sort of guy, but something tells you that he knows what he’s doing.

and as the alcohol blooms in your systems, these kinds of thoughts start to dominate both of your minds. you’re both starting to slur your words and giggle at everything. someway or another, you start comparing your heights.

“well, you know, i’m shorter than dennis and mac.. they always call me a little guy.” he says, shrugging. neither of you know how you got to this topic.

“how tall are you? i wanna see,” you say, suddenly getting out of your seat and motioning him to follow. you make him stand right in front of you, putting your hand on top of your head and moving it towards him to see where it lands.

“you’re taller than me.” you say with a small smile, your face inches away from his. oh, he likes that. he just nods. then you reach for his arm and start to compare your hand to his. hand to hand, your fingertips barely reach the first knuckles of his fingers. he swallows hard.

“you’re a little pipsqueak, aren’t you?” he smirks, teasing you. you pout slightly but he continues before you can reply. “don’t deny it. i’m one of the smallest guys i know. and you, my friend, don’t even compare.” he chuckles, enjoying the soft blush that colors your cheeks.

“yeah, yeah. whatever..” you roll your eyes, looking away.

“you’re cute.” he says.

“i am?”

“mhm.”

your hands still connected, he slowly interlocks your fingers. when you look at him he’s looking right into your eyes. his mind is running wild with all the thoughts of what he wants to do with you. to do to you. and by the look in your eyes, you feel the same. but he wants to hear you admit it first.

“whatcha thinking about?” he asks in a nonchalant way, a teasing look in his eye as he watches your face.

“i want to kiss you.”

“oh?” he raises his eyebrows playfully, pretending to be shocked. “how much have you had to drink?” he jokes as if you weren’t both knee deep in liquor.

“just- just a couple..” you pout again, the buzz making you easily embarrassed.

“you’re so cute.” he repeats with a laugh. this time, he brings his free hand up to your cheek as if he couldn’t resist.

“please?” you murmur when he doesn’t immediately kiss you. he smirks at this, before giving you a nod.

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he leans in, connecting your lips with his. it’s gentle, soft, and warm. your linked hands disconnect, his going to your waist while yours go around his shoulders, the action bringing your bodies closer together. feeling your curves underneath his hands and pressing against his body, he growls lightly and kisses you deeper.

things heat up fast, he’s walking you backwards until your butt meets the booth table, and he’s helping you to hop up and sit on it. one hand plants itself on your thigh, encouraging you to spread your legs so he can step between them and be all that much closer to you.

you break the kiss only to catch your breath. his free hand goes up to tangle in your hair while his mouth purposefully moves from your lips to your jawline and down your neck, angling you to give him better access. you’re beginning to think that your earlier suspicions about him are dead-on.

you let out a gasp as he sucks the sensitive skin beneath your ear into his mouth, nibbling there and leaving a small mark. he does the same around your pulse point, copying the action at multiple areas until you’re breathless and practically grinding against him.

“pretty,” he murmurs as he pulls away and admires his work, his voice taking on a husky quality that makes your stomach flip. he pulls away from your neck and his fingertips tease just beneath the hem of your shirt as he looks down at your flushed face.

“can i?”

you nod. he slides his palms underneath the fabric, feeling your soft skin as he helps you out of your shirt, tossing it aside. he sucks in a breath when he sees you in your lacy bra, before helping you out of that next.

freed from the fabric, your breasts spill out and into view. you shiver slightly, your nipples already hardening in the cool air.

he stares, entranced for a moment, licking his lips. his fingers twitch with the urge to touch but he forces himself to hold off, a mission in mind.

“i wanna see all of you.” his eyes flit back to yours, silently asking your approval, to which you nod eagerly once again.

with that, he moves to undo the button and zipper of your jeans in a flash, helping you lift your hips and wiggle out of them. when he catches sight of your panties, the gusset already damp with arousal, he bites back a groan.

“fuck, (y/n),” he rasps before bringing a hand to tease you through the thin fabric. you let out a whimper when his thumb catches your clit, and he looks like he can barely contain himself from devouring you whole right then and there. his other hand cups one of your tits, tweaking the nipple between his fingertips as your hips start to grind into his hand.

“you’re so responsive,” he chuckles softly, almost in amazement. he can hardly believe that this is all happening. you’re so sexy. you almost make him forget about his own needs, his cock hard and straining against his jeans. “feel good?”

“yeah,” you breathe out, in shambles already. he can tell you want, need more. and oh, he’s going to give it to you.

he leans in and presses a kiss to each breast before kissing down your stomach. to your surprise he kneels, now face-level with your clothed pussy.

“charlie..” you whine, the sight of him so close to where you need him most driving you crazy. you feel shy and desperate all at once.

he just hums in response, spreading your legs wider and beginning to plant soft kisses up your inner thighs, alternating between them. they’re meant to soothe but they just rile you up even more. you can feel his beard lightly scratching your skin on the way and it makes you nearly tremble with need.

this continues until he reaches your center, where he kisses at either side of your panties. you whine again and he grins to himself, satisfied, before finally taking the waistband between his fingers and pulling the last thing that’s covering you down your legs, revealing your soaked slit.

he takes hold of your legs, guiding them to rest over his shoulders and he brings a hand up to your pussy, gently spreading you out with his thumb. you can feel his breath fanning over your sensitive flesh before he gives you what you want.

his lips meet your cunt, his warm tongue sampling your wetness with one broad lick from bottom to top. you shudder at the sudden contact, letting out a gasp. he takes a firm hold of your hips, holding you in place before devouring you with gusto. lewd sounds fill the air along with your moans. he alternates between pressing his tongue inside you and sucking your clit, swirling his tongue around it in a way that makes your hips buck and your hands grip the table for dear life.

fuck, he could eat you out all night. listen to the sounds you make, savor your sweetness, feel you grind against his face. but that wouldn’t help the throbbing happening in his pants. getting a little selfish, he decides to move things along in a way he knows you won’t complain.

at the same time he draws your clit between his lips, he shifts slightly. bringing a hand down, he traces a finger between your folds, wetting the digit in your abundant slick before pushing in slowly but surely. you nearly squeak from the sudden combination of his mouth and fingers, your back arching off the table.

he soon adds another finger and pumps them in and out. when his fingers curl upwards and graze that spongy spot inside of you, you let out a high-pitched cry and begin to tighten. you’re getting close. he lifts his head for a moment, still fingering you steadily.

“(y/n),” he breathes, pupils dilating as he takes in your blissful state, head lolled back and skin flushed with pleasure. “can you cum twice for me?” he asks, eager to push you over the edge.

you look down at him, the hunger in his eyes and the evidence of your arousal on his lips nearly making you finish right there. you nod, mouth dry.

“good.” he hums, eyes flitting down to watch your pussy soak his fingers before looking back up at you. “want you to cum on my fingers and then on my cock. sound good?” he asks, making your head spin.

“yes, please,” you reply breathlessly. his fingers start to fuck you faster and deeper.

“mm,” he just grunts, biting his lip as if in a trance as he savors the sight of you before diving back in.

his lips pull your clit back into his mouth, sucking and flicking his tongue over the sensitive bundle of nerves while his fingers fuck you open. it doesn’t take you long at all to reach the edge, his name on your lips and your hands in his hair.

“oh fuck, charlie-” you whimper, your thighs quivering on either side of his head. he groans his approval against your pussy, the vibrations making your eyes roll back, and drapes a firm arm over your pelvis to keep you in place.

before you know it you’re moaning uncontrollably and writhing on the table as your orgasm crashes over you. he continues to stroke your fluttering walls and gently lap and suckle at your clit, letting you ride it out, in no rush at all. when you finally settle, he pulls back to see the aftermath.

he gently pulls out his fingers, bringing them to his mouth to clean them off before getting to his feet and leaning forward against the table, hovering over you.

“all good?” he asks, confidence clear in his voice as he takes in your dazed expression.

“absolutely.”

he grins. “you taste delicious,” he watches with satisfaction as you blush. “ready for more?”

you’re a bit winded, but still beyond aroused. “yes.”

he starts to undo his pants, but when he’s about to pull them down he pauses, looking down at you.

“are you comfortable?” he asks randomly.

you’re laying on a cheap bar table, so the answer is probably obvious. but you don’t really care about that sort of thing at a time like this.

“i’m okay.” you reply. but he clicks his tongue, not convinced.

“nah, come on. get up.” he instructs, taking you by the waist and guiding you up.

once you’re on your feet again, he sits down in the booth. you watch as he shimmies his pants and boxers down.

“c’mere.” he calls, motioning you over. and god, he looks sexy.

you do as he says, not really knowing what his plan is. but as he helps you to straddle his lap, you understand.

“there you go. perfect.” he murmurs, his encouragement in that soft, raspy voice making you melt. his hands find your hips, kneading lovingly at them before bringing one hand down to position himself underneath you.

“ready?” he grins, his eyes sparkling as they meet yours.

“mhm,” you nod, your breath catching a bit when you feel the head of his cock seek out your entrance.

“good girl, just let me in.” he coos as you start to lower yourself onto him. the praise makes your pussy flutter around him briefly and he bites back a growl at the feeling, his grip on your hips tightening ever so slightly.

eventually you sink all the way down and he bottoms out deep inside of you. the stretch, the fullness, it’s divine. you can feel every ridge, every vein, every curve molding your insides into his unique shape. you curse softly, savoring the feeling as you melt against him, your hands going to shoulders for support.

charlie feels your cunt pulse around him again and he groans. “god, you’re so sensitive aren’t you?” he teases, though he’s genuinely a bit amazed at how well you’re milking him already.

you nod with a light pout, cheeks flushed and eyes glassy. he’s not sure how you look so cute at a time like this. “you feel so good,” you whimper, rolling your hips on his lap. he chuckles at this, watching you with half-lidded eyes.

charlie’s content with letting you grind and cockwarm him like this, enjoying the feeling of himself deep inside of you. but the more selfish side of him wants to push you a bit, see how much you can take. plus, he doesn’t know if he can control himself much longer if you don’t move.

“i know, i know.. but, i believe we had a deal..” his lips curve into a small smirk as his eyes dance with yours. “you want to cum on my cock, don’t you?” he asks bluntly. you didn’t think you could get more turned on but you stood (or sat??) corrected.

“..yes.” you nod shyly. he chuckles lowly again and grabs your hips more purposefully.

“then ride me, baby. c’mon, i’ll help you.” he coaxes sweetly, his hands gently urging you to move. when you do, lifting your hips and sinking back down in one smooth motion, both of you moan. “fuck, that’s it. tight, wet, perfect little pussy..” he mutters between gritted teeth as his head falls back, his composure faltering.

as you build up the pace mewls fall past your lips. he lets you ride him by yourself for a little while, enjoying watching your tits bounce and your hair fall in your face before he can’t resist stepping in, unable to resist the urge to fuck you any longer. and so he starts to help you up and down, meeting your downward motions with his own upward thrusts. you gasp sharply, knowing instantly you won’t last long at this rate.

“that good?” charlie bites out cockily between panting breaths. he knows the answer, but he wants to hear you say it.

“god, yes.” you reply quickly, your face scrunching up from the pleasure. when you tighten around him he knows he’s on the right track, a primal, determined gleam in his eye as you start to fall apart. his cock twitches at the thought of you convulsing around him.

“can you rub your clit for me?” he asks.

“y-yeah..”

“go on.”

you reach down to do as he says, and this combined with him fucking up into you makes you see stars. your breath hitches and you let out a series of pornographic noises. you’re climbing rapidly to your peak for the second time of the night.

“mm, you look like heaven..” charlie rasps, his eyes raking over you greedily, so lost in pleasure and taking it so well. there’s no way he’s letting you go after this. “let go for me, baby. you can do it, i know you can.” he encourages, snapping his hips up a bit faster.

your fingers dig into his shoulder as you reach the edge. you cum with a broken cry and a string of curses and his name, riding it out until your head falls forward into the crook of his neck and you’re panting for breath, your arms wrapping around him as your orgasm settles.

“perfect, so perfect,” he grunts, still pulling you up and down on his cock. it was his turn to reach his peak, and he earned it. you whine into his neck, overstimulated and officially brainless, and he gently soothes you, contradicting the way he’s absolutely wrecking you. “shh, sweetness, it’s okay. just a little longer, you can take it.” he whispers, his voice turning to a low, possessive growl as he continues. “so fucking tight around me, jesus.. made for me..”

he fucks you a bit longer, mumbled words of praise and filth slipping out between grunts of pleasure. the veins in his neck pop out and his grip on your hips becomes tight enough to leave bruises. but soon he tenses up, cursing as he buries himself to the hilt one final time and finishes.

“fuck..” he pants as he comes down from his high, his hands immediately softening on your sides. his arms wrap around you and his lips graze your temple. “you okay?”

“mm..” you just hum, completely satisfied and exhausted.

“what’s that?” his lips quirk upwards, pulling back to look at your face. he’s looking for a full answer.

“i’m more than okay.” you tell him.

“good. same here.” there’s a gleam in his eyes as he looks at you, affection in his gaze. he didn’t want to let you go, but you couldn’t exactly stay like this in the middle of paddy’s pub. “let’s get you dressed and home safe, m’kay?”

he taps your hip gently, helping you off of his lap. he tries hard not to stare at the mess of your juices and his cum between your legs, the sight nearly making him hard all over again. he slips his pants back on and stands, finding your articles of clothing scattered on the floor and handing each to you.

once you’re dressed he walks you to your apartment which happened to not be that far away. at your door, both of you pause.

“you, uh.. you have a number or something?” charlie asks you, leaning against your doorframe. you smile and nod, pulling out a scrap of paper from your bag and writing it for him. he takes it and puts it in his pocket.

“alright, cool, well.. goodnight, (y/n)..” he smiles back, but doesn’t immediately move to leave. neither do you move to head inside your apartment. instead, you frown slightly, unwilling to say goodbye.

“would you want to stay the night?” you ask, looking at him hopefully.