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• Then you opened him up to trying small and quick pecks, whether that’d be on his face or lips. It eventually evolved into full-blown makeouts on the couch, but after you get over that barrier? He's a desperate horny, touch-starved man.

• Even before he was comfortable with sex, when you both found yourselves in the middle of a makeout-sesh, you would notice the painfully visible boner in his pants, but you never pushed him on anything until he was ready.

• However, let's remember he isn't a virgin by any means. But he isn't a whore like Dennis, either. And before you, he relied mainly on handjobs.

• Despite everything don't think he isn't a kinky guy. On multiple accounts he's snuck away with your used underpants before you had the chance to wash them. You quickly found out about his little scent kink when you caught him jacking off with your missing undergarments scrunched in his hand held close to his nose. Little pervert.

• A kink he was especially guilty for was his kink for piss. Charlie Kelly is a filthy man, both hygienically and living wise, so it wasn't that surprising. It definitely wasn't something you shamed him for, in fact you're the reason why his long underwear are covered in his own piss.

• He's also a huge fan of dry-humping. You can't count the amount of times he's done it mindlessly in his sleep.

• Y'all are freaky, and it doesn't surprise the gang at all. In fact it annoys them every time Charlie calls you into the bathroom for a little ‘help’. You and everyone else knows your job isn't maintenance, but you go to help him out when he needs it like the good partner you are.

• And every now and then, Charlie loves to do something extravagant for you, which ends up backfiring in some way for him but it doesn't give you any less reason to want to show him your appreciation.

• And trust and believe when I say that Charlie LOVES to go down. He loves being attentive to his partner. He’s a janitor for christs sake, he isn't scared of a mess. And he'll happily clean up that mess he made.

• Another thing, cum eating. He loves nothing more than eating both his and your cum off of you or out of you. And 9 times out of 10 he's gonna make out with you afterwards so you can have a taste, too. Sharing is caring.

• You had to get him into the habit of taking care of his dental hygiene before any of this though. If he wanted it, he'd have to brush his teeth. It worked too. A good method to keep his hygiene up.

• When it's not a quickie, Charlie doesn't enjoy the concept of fucking, per sey. He loves the idea of lovemaking more. Adoring nothing more but the tenderness and intimacy of sex. Things like degrading his partner or being degraded turns him off. He gets enough shit from the gang and how much of an idiot he is. For once he wants to be good at one thing and he wants it to be this, especially because it's such a raw and vulnerable practice. He doesn't want to feel humiliated and would hate for his partner to feel that way.

• His sex drive is a little high so anytime you offer he is eager to oblige. You've caught him numerous times masturbating on the couch after you got home from work.

• He'll babble incoherent sentences at how good you are and how much he loves when you fuck him, once you really get him going he isn't gonna shut up. It makes your heart flutter when he whimpers endless praises to you.

• He gets all whiney during sex too if you've been going at it for a few hours. Sometimes he'll be tipsy or drunk when he's had a bad day. He always appreciates when you try to help him feel better, even if it's not in a sexual way.

• Praise is a huge motivator for him. He barely gets recognition for the shit the gang gets him to do, so when you tell him how much you appreciated him doing the dishes, or something similar, it'll really get him going.

2:30 PM

Philadelphia, PA

On a Friday

Everyone walking down the streets of Philadelphia stared weirdly at the scene of you and your best friend, Emma Kirk, squawking loudly at another idiotic joke you both made up, carefree from the attention you were both getting. You continued down the streets giggling, playfully bumping into each other, each time getting more intense until you almost fell off the curb.

“Holy shit!” You cackled, grabbing onto her arm to brace yourself. Neither of you were high or drunk, just always playful dummies around each other.

“Oh my God, hey, wait!” Emma urged you for your immediate attention, “Look, those guys down there are perfect.” She pointed to a group down the street who stood beneath a sign that read Paddy's Pub. The pair of you loved nothing better than messing with people.

“Okay, okay,” A giggle escaped you, facing her, “Yes, grab out your camera!”

Already two steps ahead of you, she had her mini camera open and ready to record the dare she set up for you earlier.

After a moment or two of mental preparation, you casually continued down the sidewalk until the pair of you approached the group of guys now yelling over each other about something not working out.

Emma made sure to get in front of you for the video, encouraging you as you both tried to stifle your laughter.

Then, they started to pass the blame to each other about their little situation, until you interrupted their squabble with a sudden, loud noise that came off as a bark once you walked a few feet past them.

Startled, they all whipped their heads in your direction before they could process what was happening, while you posed in a cunty way for the video. They were going to say something until you turned to them.

“ ‘Preciate you guys!” you shouted, catching eyes with the shortest guy of the group for only a moment—which felt like more than that to Charlie, a lot more, who couldn't help but admire your features within those milliseconds. Something about you immediately captivated him in a way he couldn't even explain.

You both waved before you hurriedly walked off, huddled together, excited to watch the recording over, saying something about showing the rest of your friends.

Mac slowly pointed, “Did those girls just bark at us?” he questioned, a bit flabbergasted.

“Yeah.. recorded that, too…” Charlie trailed off with his hands on his hips, more focused on your duo’s disappearing figures. Mac nodded along.

“That's Philadelphia chicks for ya’.” Said Dennis.

“..Kind of reminds me of something we would do, you know?” Mac suggested.

Charlie must have seemed to wake from his thoughts because he suddenly turned to them, completely ignoring Mac’s comment, “But dude, did you see that?”

“Guys.” Mac tried to slip in.

“Uh, no. What?” Dennis replied to Charlie lamely, still watching you guys walk down the street until they were out of sight.

“Me and her totally had a moment!” He shouted to Mac and Dennis.

“Wow, Charlie. It's good you finally got over the waitress. Real proud of you,” Dennis congratulated sarcastically.

Mac added, “Yeah, that chick was the worst—but, guys-”

“—Mhm, real gross.” Dennis cut him off and told Charlie in a serious tone, “But if you're talking about the chick who was recording and not the mentally retarded one, she's already taken.”

“Guys..” Mac tried again.

“No–what? What, why are you calling her mentally retarded?” Charlie asked Dennis, visibly offended.

“Because she is? She barked at us!?” Dennis shouted, frustrated.

“Look,” Charlie started, “Me and her—we locked eyes and we had this thing-”

“Oh, a thing?” Dennis, quipped.

“Yes, a thing! I felt her–her-”

“Guys!” Mac yelled, finally gaining their attention. Charlie and Dennis looked annoyingly at Mac who looked like he struck gold, “We need energy like that at Paddy's.” He proposed.

Charlie was immediately on board shouting yes, hyped at the idea of seeing you again—but Dennis was trying to wrap his head around it.

“What energy, the barking? Mac we aren't trying to scare the customers away by hiring chicks who act like animals. It's unattractive.”

“What the hell is going on out here?” Frank interrupted, stepping out of Paddy's to see what the commotion was.

“Mac wants to invite animalistic chicks to the bar.” Dennis answered.

“Well, are they at least hot?” Asked Frank, who received a slew of mixed answers until it turned into overlapping bickering again.

“Shut up, goddamnit!” Frank shouted after they got too loud.

“They’re-” Dennis almost protested until Mac interrupted.

“Think about it! And didn't they also say they had more friends?” He patted Charlie’s shoulder, waiting for him to back him up.

“Yeah, yeah-yeah.” Charlie mumbled, nodding along.

“C’mon, guys! We need to liven up the place!” Mac pleaded.

“And what's better than a couple of hot chicks? It'll bring us more customers!” Frank added.

At that, the boys looked at Dennis for his final word, all grinning ear to ear. Mac smiled with his eyebrows raised, giving him a look.

Dennis sighed, “You know what.. if they're wild enough to bark at strangers, they're probably wild enough to flash us their boobs, too.” Now that he was starting to get the idea, it didn't sound half bad.

He pondered a bit more, “This is good—this'll give me a good chance to get laid with the camera girl.” His mood immediately brightened.

“That’s the spirit! I'll tell your sister to tidy the place up.” Frank clapped his hands together before going back inside.

“Charlie,” said Mac.

“Yeah?” Charlie was already bouncing off of his heels in excitement.

“You know, you were good at stalking the waitress and stuff, do you think you could stalk those girls and tell them to stop by later tonight?”

“You’ve picked the right man for the job.” He assured, nodding determiningly.

…

“Deandra, get this place sparkling clean. We need to prepare for our new employees.”

“We're hiring?” Dee asked from behind the bar, confused as to where all of this was coming from.

“We are now!” Replied Mac, coming to settle in at the bar like the rest.

“And I'm getting myself a new chick to bang, soon to be my girlfriend. Sad that you can't say the same.” Dennis teased.

“Awe, that's where you're wrong, Dennis.” Dee shot back, “I already have a very loving, very sexy partner, but you don't deserve to know who.” She bragged, waiting for everyone's reaction.

“Dee, stop bullshiting us.” Frank complained.

“God, you can't be serious? I mean, look at you, anyone can see those crows' feet and smile lines from a mile away—the turkey neck doesn't make it any better.” He pointed at every area.

“Your face looks like the underside of my balls,” Frank added.

“Exactly what I was thinking.” Mac nodded along.

“It's okay, Dee. You can stop lying to us, we know you just want to feel included.” Dennis gently let her down.

“What–? Oh, my God. You're just jealous I was able to bag someone before you.” Dee clocked Dennis.

“No, I am not. I'm going to bag that chick so fast, you're the one who's going to be jealous of me because you wish you could have done it as fast as I!” He ranted in nonsense before getting up to leave the bar.

Everyone at the bar stared at the scene of him storming off like a kid, none of them were phased.

…

It didn't take long for Charlie to find his way to you and your friend again. He was very good at a lot of things, and that especially included stalking.

You and Emma were currently visiting outlet shopping stores in Philadelphia. Your first stop being, “Taboo G Rape” ? Charlie never could read.

It was beyond him why you two were so excited to go in. He emerged from the corner of the store and followed behind quickly, ungraciously almost tripping up on the way before he caught the door from shutting. Slipping inside nimbly before any of you noticed.

Customers avoided him the best they could as he crouched around the store; it wasn't the first time he’s weirded the public out. He didn't care how he looked, he took this to heart.

But he nearly blew his cover. Jumping out of his skin at the screaming that came from you guys, scared to death thinking that you were raping each other.

“Well, shoot me in the neck and call me a turkey! Rebecca Paytas, how are you?” Your friend, Emma Kirk, greeted. You guys and Rebecca went way back.

“‘You and your mom doing okay?” You asked.

“Yeah, things are chill. We're doing some mother-daughter bonding, this week's Japanese.” They explained, and proceeded to speak a word in Japanese with perfect pronunciation. It would also explain the Gyaru makeup.

“But it's not racist because we eat rice,” They assured.

“Dude, we need a picture together, you look awesome!” Emma whipped out her mini-digi camera. The three of you posed cutely for the camera, feeling like silly highschoolers again. She quickly snapped a photo. Every hangout needed to be documented.

“Hey you wanna hang out with us? We were gonna go eat later at Oldies Rock Cafe after we visit a couple of places in town. It opened not long ago.” You suggested to them.

Hearing this immediately gave Charlie a stroke of genius. This time when the store bell dinged, you looked just to see that no one came in or left, odd.

“Oh, yeah, that sounds cool, but we need our fourth.” Rebecca was right. Their gang wasn't complete without their Majesty.

“We need our Queen, Leah Hannah-Kroner.”

…

3:50 PM

“You know, this whole thing got me thinking, it would make business skyrocket if our bar chicks were dressed in sexy uniforms.” Frank began, but Dee interrupted.

“God. We are not opening another sweatshop again.” She argued.

“Actually, Dee, Frank already had me run by a clothing store to pick up a little something for the ladies.” Mac explained, getting to Frank’s point for him.

“You don’t even know their sizes?...” Dee said, completely lost on how they're navigating this.

“Yes we do, Charlie has been keeping us up to date. They stop by a lot of clothing stores.” Mac smiled.

“And how is it fair if they're the only ones in uniform and we aren't?” Dee asked.

“Oh, ‘How is it fair?’ Frank mocked.

“Yes? That'll give them less reason to want to work here and we can't have that.” Dee explained.

“I guess you're right. Fine, I'll wear a uniform tonight. It'll be good. You'll see.” Frank plotted mischievously.

“Look, guys, I think we need to focus on the real matter here. Dee, if you're really dating someone, why can't you tell us who it is?” Dennis targeted Dee.

“Yeah, can you just tell us who the hell you're with this time?” Frank pushed.

“No, it's not either of your business it's not like your my dad, anyways.”

“I don't give a damn whether or not I'm your father!”

Mac and Dennis collectively turned their barstools away from Dee and Frank as they argued, both having the same thought.

“Dee is obviously hiding something.” Dennis whispered to Mac.

“Definitely. What if she's dating someone bad, and that's why she doesn't want us to know?”

“Well, it wouldn't be out of her league. She dated a retard once.”

“Hey,” Mac paused, then sniffed, “Is that a new cologne?”

“No. Maybe. ‘Trying out something new.”

…

It was getting late out, you guessed probably around 5 o’clock. Everyone was about to make their way towards Oldies Rock Cafe before Rebecca stopped everyone.

“Hey, wait.” She paused, grabbing something from their bag. Your noses recognized it before your eyes could, smelling the joint as she pulled it out. What was wrong with a pre-game?

All of you went into the alley next to the restaurant for a quick smoke sesh. Rebecca took the first hit then passed it to you, then you passed it to Emma, and she passed it to Leah. Your group wasn’t much for drinking, but y'all never passed up on any bud.

One thing was for sure, the food was gonna taste like the best thing you've ever had in the next few minutes. You just hoped that no one would come back here to see what all of the coughing was about. The joint burned through quickly until no one could hold it anymore. You snuffed it out and gave it back to Rebecca to keep.

Nothing but giggles filled the alley as you all sprayed yourselves off with loads of perfume. You hoped you looked and smelled normal enough to enter the restaurant. The effects started to hit you almost immediately. It was subtle, for now.

“Ugh,” you mumbled, getting an incoming call from your work. You prayed to God they weren't trying to call you in, “Hey, you guys go ahead. I need to get this—I'ma catch up in a sec, okay?”

They had promised to wait for you inside before leaving you alone in the alley. Everything was kind of quiet now, the only sound coming from the surrounding buildings' air vents, the high’s effects making you hyperaware.

You pressed the call button, “Hello?” The line on the other side was silent. Swiftly, you hung up to call them right back. Your eyes glued to the screen.

But the small sound of a click caught your attention when you saw a bum in front of you whip out his switch blade and lick his lips.

…

“Alright. Everything is perfect. All we need now is the ambiance.” Frank explained. Dee rolled her eyes and continued to read her magazine.

“Hey, this whole thing was my idea, why are you trying to take over?” Mac whined.

“I’m trying to help you, dipshit.”

“Well, I don't need your help, Frank.”

“Okay, what do you suggest then, Mac?”

“I’m really thinking now that everything perfect, all we just need now is the ambiance–”

“That's what I just said!” Frank shouted.

“I totally agree. That'll really set the mood.” Dennis joined in, walking into the room with finesse. He changed out of the clothes he wore from earlier and into something more zesty.

“Dennis, what the hell is that, eyeliner?” Dee squinted to make sure she was seeing right. She was.

“Yes, it is.” He answered smugly. Everyone except for Mac laughed at the whole getup.

“Whatt?” Mac asked Dee and Frank, shocked at their reactions, “No, that looks cool! I think Dennis has the right approach, here—Hey, man. Can I have some of that eyeliner, too?” And Dennis handed it to him. Mac started to apply messily, poking his eye a few times.

“You’re a bunch of faggots.” Frank quipped. Dee laughed at that.

“It’s called a sex appeal, Frank. Something you don't have.” said Dennis.

“Oh, you want sex appeal? Since we're all dressing up, I'm gonna get changed now,” With that, Frank left the bar.

Mac, now wearing full-blown eyeliner, ordered, “Now, for the ambiance. Dee, big speakers. Chop chop.”

…

The old man started to make his way towards you slowly with a manic smile and wide eyes. The high with your anxiety did not mix well. It made you stuttery as you struggled to dial 911, but before you could he attempted to lunge at you.

You screamed your ass off until another voice yelled, “HEY!” You and the bum looked in the direction of the voice, only to see the guy you saw from earlier, now dressed like he worked at the restaurant. You struggled to wrap your head around the situation.

He started screaming high-pitched, incoherent nonsense to scare the man. Face turning red immediately. He snarled like a dog to be more intimidating, coming up on him fast.

You joined in immediately when the bum almost fell backwards in an attempt to get away. Both of you acted like animals together until the bum scurried out of the alley.

“Man—what a coincidence, seeing you here!” Charlie smiled, slightly out of breath. He wouldn't be lying if he said he was attracted to the level of weirdness you shared, “How are you, are you okay?” He tried to play it casual.

“Thank you, uh—”

“Charlie.” He answered for you happily. His name slipped from your mouth quietly to help you remember before introducing yourself. It suddenly dawned upon you that this guy appeared out of nowhere and just so happened to know exactly where to find you.

“Who are you, Captain Save A Hoe?” You sarcastically quipped, but before he had time to say anything, you asked seriously, “Why are you so obsessed with me?..” despite sounding extremely stoned.

“Well, no, no! See, when you put it like that-” He tried to defend before you cut him off.

“Ohhh, god. Is it because I barked at you and your friends earlier?” You felt more awkward now that you were without your friends. Speaking of, your friends also more than likely worried about what was taking you so long.

“Yeah, actually!” Right before Charlie could explain, ironically, your friends made their appearance again.

“You’ve been gone for, like, almost an hour. Is everything okay?” Leah exaggerated. Emma and Rebecca followed behind her. Their eyelids matched yours.

“Hey, didn't we see you earlier?” Emma asked Charlie, recognizing him almost immediately.

“Yes! Congratulations, ladies, because I have come all this way to tell you all you're officially employees of Paddy's Pub!” He smiled wide, doing a little extravagant gesture.

“What?—wait, oh my God! I need to call my work back,” You immediately remembered, “Everyone be quiet!” You shouted, struggling to wrap your head around everything. The alley was silent once again except for the quiet ringing from your phone. Once they picked up you immediately put it on speaker, “Hello?”

“—Good evening. We are sorry to inform you that you are hereby terminated from your current position due to frequent records of shoplifting. Have a good day.” The woman on the other line said blandly before hanging up.

“Oh, shit.” Emma spoke softly. You were all flabbergasted,

You looked around until your eyes met Charlie’s again, “The offer’s still up.” He grinned, still hitting the extravagant pose.

…

You couldn't say no to a free job offer with no interview and on the spot right after you just got fired, plus your friends thought it would be awesome to work at the same place together, so it was a win for Mac and his plan.

Outside the bar stood one of the other guy's you and Emma saw from earlier, who Charlie referred to as Mac. He handed you and your friends your uniforms before he let you all inside.

“Welcome, ladies!” A short, old man dressed in a pimp-suit greeted you guys. The vibes were already so off but the atmosphere of the place was interesting. There wasn't any music, which was strange for a bar.

Frank sent Charlie to go get Dennis then continued, “Sorry about the music situation, our staff is working on it. If you could go into the bathroom on your right and change into your uniform, please.”

The saxophones got louder when everyone’s ‘uniforms’ happened to be the perfect size. As you tried on your uniforms, you also noticed how revealing it was. The only buttons on the green blouse came up halfway, which was to show cleavage. The skirts were a little better, though. They at least stopped at a good length from your knees.

“I feel like we're here to prostitute ourselves..” Leah said in between the stalls.

“Hey, what all happened earlier? You never told us.” Rebecca asked you.

“Well, my work called, as you know. And after you guys left this old ass bum tried to rob me–”

Before you could continue they started shouting in worry, which you had to quickly shush them so no one came in. Now that you thought about it, you all’ve been hooting and hollering all day.

“We're never leaving you alone again, bro.” Said Emma.

“Anyways, this guy pulled out a switch blade and was about to stab me until Charlie came and scared him off.”

“What did he say?” Leah couldn't help but ask, liking the way this was going.

You weren't aware of how attracted you were over that small guy you barked at earlier, until you found yourself giving your friends an earful about him.

“And I was like, ‘Why are you so obsessed with me?’..”

Emma suddenly asked, “You don't think he was stalking us, do you?”

…

“Uh, hey. Where can we put these?” You asked. Each of you left the restroom and entered the bar again, all awkwardly holding your normal clothes in your arms.

“Oh, I'll take those.” Charlie tried, coming up to you to take your clothes, the short old man stopped him, “Uh-uh, Charlie,” then he looked at you, “You can just put them over there in those lockers. Don't worry, we have the combination.” He pointed with his pimp cane.

After you placed your things in the locker you all came up to the bar to properly get acquainted with everyone, choosing to sit next to Charlie. Being this close to him made you notice he didn't really smell that great, but it couldn't have bothered you.

“Okay, I need names. What's yours?” Frank pointed at you with a pen. You gave him your name and you were soon given a small name tag with your name in it. Emma, Leah, and Rebecca received theirs soon after.

“So, you like photography?” Mac asked Emma.

“Yeah, I love taking pictures of nature and recording my friends. I even recorded my uncle getting assassinated at this college he was protesting at; he was a pro-lifer.”

“That's awesome, I'm a pro-lifer, too! And I do my own recordings, it's called Project Badass—” before Mac could ramble on, Dennis interrupted him.

“—Well, I also love photography! It's something I have always prided myself in,” He proceeded to spin a web of lies to the girl as he glared at Mac.

“Oh, really? Can I see some of your photos?” She asked.

“Well, you see—my camera is at home,” he awkwardly chuckled, “but, I can take you to my apartment later tonight and uh, show you some amazing shots.” He winked.

‘Yeah, back shots.’ You thought to yourself. You and Emma gave each other a glance, both knowing all too well.

“Thanks, but I need to take care of my cat after this,” Emma declined his offer before then asking, “By the way, when do you guys close?”

“Sometime later, don't worry about it.” Frank answered.

“And the pay?” Leah asked, only falling on deaf ears. This wasn't sitting right with any of you.

Dennis tried to offer Emma a beer but she also declined. Rebecca gladly accepted the beer instead.

“So, what was that video about earlier? When your mentally retarded friend here barked at us.” Dennis asked Emma, which immediately icked you and your friends out. Suddenly everyone in the room was on him.

“What the hell, man?” You said.

“Yeah. What the hell, Dennis?” Charlie backed you up.

“Yikes.” Mac slipped in.

“Okay, that tells me everything I need to know about you, thanks.” Emma scooted away from him, his chances with her immediately ruined. Dennis scoffed in disbelief.

“I guess this means you can't bag someone faster than Dee.” Mac told Dennis.

“Yes I can!” He argued.

“Sorry, man. You're not really attractive to me.” Emma let him down gently.

“I am an attractive man!.. I am attractive..” Dennis tried assuring himself, immediately getting insecure.

“Dennis, why don't you just go bartend.” Frank suggested and successfully shooed him away. Mac joined him to help.

“What a dickhead.” You mumbled.

“Tell me about it.” Charlie agreed, shaking his head in disbelief, “He makes sure I know how stupid I am all of the time.” He ranted. Then he made it a point to tell you he was the owner of the bar.

“You partially own the bar. Each of us owns it” Mac corrected. Charlie brushed it off rolling his eyes at him.

“What’s your job here?” You asked, you turned your head away from everyone with your chin resting on your palm, fully in the conversation.

“Oh, I fight these huge ass rats—you should see them! It's insane. And I make sure the place is spotless, it's called Charlie Work. Nasty stuff.” He talked passionately.

“Shit, you're better than me. I can't even stick my hand in the dishes.” You laughed, liking that he wasn't afraid to get his hands dirty. He laughed along with you until a bunch of noise suddenly came from the front door.

All of you turned your heads at the door opening to a blonde woman out of breath. Frank went up to her to see what was going on.

“I'm back.” Dee grunted, struggling to get the huge speakers in.

“Now, these don't have cocaine in them, right?” Frank asked Dee seriously, watching her struggle.

“No.” She answered disappointingly.

“Sweet Dee?” Rebecca squeaked.

“Oh, my God, hey!” Dee shouted happily, dropping the heavy speaker back on the floor, to which Frank fussed at.

“What's going on here?” Dennis mumbled to Mac standing next to him.

“I've missed you so much!” Rebecca hugged Dee.

“I think I know what.” Mac whispered back.

“Oh, it's only been a few days.” Dee dismissed.

“You never told me you worked here!” Rebecca smiled.

“Yeah, I just didn't want you to see the idiots I have to work with but hey, you work here now.” They both gave each other a kiss which caused an uproar from Charlie, Frank, Dennis, and Mac. What shocked them even more is when you, Emma, and Leah also greeted Dee.

“So you mean to tell me this whole time you were dating a woman in crazy makeup?” Dennis asked, his mind blown.

“I’m nonbinary.” Rebecca corrected.

“What the hell is that?” Frank asked, utterly lost.

“So, you don't have a girlfriend? Then, does that make her your boyfriend?.” Mac stupidly asked Dee.

“What do you guys think Cricket is gonna think about this?” Dennis asked Mac and Charlie.

“Can someone just please help me with the speakers?” Dee shouted.

Charlie immediately took this chance to show off, “I got it!” He shouted. Mac joined him to help.

You noticed when he not-so-subtly rolled up his short sleeved shirt to his shoulders to show off his handsomely muscular arms and farmer's tan before leaving his seat to help Dee. You couldn't help but smirk at him, finding him incredibly funny and cute.

And God when he lifted that speaker all you could focus on was him. The veins that started to appear from his calloused hands up to his freckled arms. Even though he seemed to struggle a bit with Mac, what he was doing was working on you.

Once the speakers were hooked up and the music started to play, was when the real party began.

People soon started to pour in and you and your friends began to work. You served people drinks left and right and wiped off the tables that needed it, earning really good tips.

“Hey, we can smoke in here, yeah?” Rebecca asked, coming up to the bar for a moment, you followed her.

“Yeah, I don't know if that's something you guys allow or—” You trailed off.

“Oh, yeah. Definitely.” Charlie answered quickly.

“Absolutely.” Dee joined in. This surprised Mac and Dennis incredibly, remembering their anti-smoking, going America on everyone’s asses fanatics.

“Thank God.” Rebecca sighed, grabbing a pre roll from their bag.

…

Giggles escaped you and Charlie when you walked out of the store after paying for gas, both of you extremely high. You two stole Dennis’ car keys and snuck out of Paddy's to drive to the nearest gas station. He insisted on driving but you told him it was okay, given how cross faded he was.

“God, Charlie I hope I don't get fired.” You stood next to him at the gas pumps, shivering a bit.

“I won't let that happen.” He slurred assuredly, taking the gas pump to fill the car's tank. He wanted to be generous and do something for Dennis, so he paid for a full tank of diesel engine oil. It was the perfect move to get back at him.

“This is what he gets for being an asshole to us. I hate him so much.” He wobbled a little. You leaned on Dennis' car for support with your arms crossed. A hum left your throat as a sign of agreement.

“They won't care that we're gone?” You asked.

“Nah, they won't. Don't worry.” His eyes were glued to the gas pump.

You may have been zoned out from the high, which he noticed and took advantage of, but you didn't miss when he gave you a once over. Your eyes darted to him before he tried to play it off by putting the pump back on the hook. The beer and the weed made him extremely uncoordinated as he missed the hook multiple times before finally putting the pump back.

“You okay?” You asked. A smile growing fast on your face, well aware of what he was doing.

“Yeah–I'm good. Why, what's up?” He finally looked at you and made his way back over to close the gas cap. You two were the only ones in the bare parking lot of the gas station. It became harder for him to not sit still, probably out of nervousness, you guessed.

If your face wasn't already hot it definitely started to heat up now the more you stared as you two talked, “You look nervous.” That stupid smile couldn't leave your face at all.

“I don't know what you're talking about.” He chuckled softly, and leaned in on the car with you. His arm rested on the cold metal roof, wringing his hand. You could practically feel the warmth radiating off of him in the chilled night air. Charlie's eyes matched yours, eyelids fat with a dumb smile on his face, like yours.

You only laughed, enjoying the feeling of this moment and where it was taking you. You shook your head at him, neither of your eyes leaving each other. It was easy to got lost in his beautiful green eyes. Your heart pounded in your ears and chest more and more as you both slowly leaned in closer, his breath warm on your lips. He reeked of alcohol and weed, but you were sure you did, too.

Without realizing, the gap that remained between you and him slowly started to close in. His lips brushed yours in the faintest way, a little hesitant, before he leaned into the kiss. It felt tentative and sweet. Although you secretly knew he was following you and your friends the whole time, you genuinely started to like him. After a moment you pulled away slowly. You thought about it for a second, ‘Is this an HR Violation?’ before brushing it off. Who cares, it's Paddy's.

Then, after a moment Charlie finally realized and asked, "So, uh. How're we gonna get back?"

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End Note: As someone who has only watched up to season 4 so far and who's never written a fanfic before, I hope this is as episode-coded as I think it is. There aren't a lot of Always Sunny x reader fanfics, especially with Charlie, so I took it into my own hands. Hopefully this will inspire people. Feedback is heavily appreciated!

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.