Man, y'all have really been sleepin' on how cute Chuck (Thieram) is! Is nobody really thinking about how cute it would be to see his dumb face get all bashful if you started flirting with him at the bar daily? Stumbling over himself like a lovestruck dummy? C'mon, guys!
alright i've been pondering on this one for a while now and at the risk of bringing on another marcus-pocalypse i'm going to take this bait. please don't let this bite me in the ass.
Thieram(Chuck?)/gn!Reader
1,838 Words - NSFW
Insertion Sex, Spit as Lube, Boning in a Storage Closet, Dig Bick
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"Are you gonna fire Chuck if I weasel free drinks out of him?"
"How many?"
"Is there like... a limit to how many you'll allow before you fire him? I assumed it was one."
Silco's chair turns just enough to level you with one red eye. You can already see the monologue running through his head, a lament over why he bothers to keep you employed here when you spend far too long in his office after delivering your reconnaissance reports. Jamming your hands in your pockets, you rock yourself back and forth on your heels until that red eye flicks to the ceiling in a sign of exasperation.
"Keep it bottom-shelf bottles, I can't afford to find someone willing to work weekends," Silco relents, turning his chair once more so he's hidden from your view. That's about as much permission you're going to get, and you grab it with both hands and run with it.
"Thanks boss, have a good night."
Before the door shuts behind you, you hear his quiet scoff at your short goodbye - you take it for what it is, and appreciate his enthusiastic well-wishes. He hadn't told you outright to take a long walk off a short cliff, and anything short of that is him being pleasant.
The night is already in full swing by the time you make it onto the main floor of the bar. Your target is behind the bar, pouring a shaker of something purple into a glass before sliding it down the bar. That was surprisingly smooth, you'd give him that.
"Chuck! Lookin' good tonight," You lean an elbow on the bar right in front of where he was filling up a cup of ice, and he drops the scoop into the basin in surprise. Chuck doesn't look at you in the eye, instead focusing on one of your cheeks as he stammers out a response you can't quite catch with the pounding of the music.
"Sorry, what was that? I was distracted," You urged him, leaning a bit so he'd look you in the eye - and the moment you catch him with your gaze, you make a show of letting your eyes drag over as much of him as you can see from where you're leaning.
"I-I asked what I can get you-"
Chuck is already skittish, you can't afford to scare him off with something egregious, so you settle for planting your chin on your hand and blinking up at him. Focusing entirely on his lips, you murmur some incomprehensible.
Hook, line, and sinker - Chuck leans in to hear you better, and you repeat the gibberish. Even closer, and you surge forward to press a kiss to his cheek, "Just that, babe."
Maybe that was too much with how quickly he backs off, but to his credit, he doesn't actually run from you. He just awkwardly stands out of your reach and flicks his eyes between the bartop and your face.
"I-I meant to drink," He urges - too quiet to really hear, but you can read lips well enough that you get his drift. You point behind him at one of the lower bottles on the bar, one that he'd have to bend over to retrieve. An easy enough request, and you make a show of checking out his backside as he turns back around.
Chuck looks like he's nearly ready to combust at this point, and you make a big show of patting down your pockets for money before coming up empty-handed. The glass is set in front of you, and you know you've won by the time his face turns red and he pointedly walks away.
That's the first of four drinks that night, and by the time you're ready for your fifth, everything is beginning to wind down. The stool you're perched on is sturdy enough that you feel comfortable turning it back and forth as Chuck stands before you with fingers drumming on the bartop.
"You uh... You know my name's not Chuck, right? It's Thieram?"
"Why'd you say your name like it's a question? Is it Thieram, or are you asking me if it's Thieram?" You're surprisingly deft with your words when you've had a few drinks, and Thieram seems unsteady with how quick you're able to shoot back at him.
"It's Thieram," He repeats, and you grin with a bit too much teeth before you take a sip of your new drink and swallow. Greedily, his eyes follow the line of your throat, all the way to where your shirt cuts off his view.
"Thieram," You start, catching his attention on your face once more, "I think I like babe better. You look like a babe," Thieram is blushing again, and you've reached your limit on drinks for the night so you push him further, "Could be my babe tonight, if you wanted."
Time stops for a moment, and you can see the wheels in his head working overtime while he tries to comprehend when you're propositioning. Deliberately, you take another sip of your drink and wait for his answer.
It doesn't take as long as you expect. His fingers rise to his throat to loosen the tie he was wearing tonight, and finally he murmurs, "I'll be done at four."
"An hour and a half? Babe. You've got someone else working here tonight, you can't go to the back room for supplies? Silco does want some inventory done before the end of the month..."
The look he gives you is so wide-eyed that you're sure you've played this game too roughly and he's going to back out. To your immense surprise, his chin jerks to the door that lead to the back rooms, and you scurry toward it. Holy shit, he's got way more balls than you thought he did.
Finding the stockroom isn't hard, and picking the locks that required you to get to it were painfully easy. They're more for show than anything - anyone stupid enough to try and rob the Last Drop is too stupid to pick through a couple locks. You don't bother to re-lock them behind you - Thieram will be following in your footsteps soon.
Your man finds you in one of the storage rooms lined with non-drink supplies for the bar. You're already tugging your pants down when he locks the door behind him - and then he proceeds to lean against the door like he wants to run out of it.
"Thieram. Stick with me here, babe. You're thinking too much about it," You tell him over your shoulder as your pants slip down enough to give him easy access, "No catch, no trick. You've got about ten seconds before I pull my pants back up and try my luck with someone else."
"Wait, s-sorry," Thieram is already working at the buckle of his belt by the time you finish your sentence. You know he wants it, but the poor guy is either nervous as all hell, or this is his first time, and you're not about to ask which.
But the way he drops his cock between your ass cheeks and rocks against you says volumes about how he's at least been around the block once or twice. The movement isn't as frantic or clumsy as you expect, and he even presses your ass together to wrap around him for a bit of extra friction.
"Don't got a lot of time Thieram, we've been doing foreplay all night," You taunt him a bit, and there's a spark of something in his eye that you barely catch before it's gone. There's not a lot of time to comprehend it before he's bending down to spit on his dick and spread it with a few swipes of his hand. Something about that motion sets your nerves on fire and you're ready.
"Say if you need me to stop-"
"I need you to go, babe, please."
"H-Holy shit, okay," Thieram's hand played on your lower back to brace himself as his cock pushes against your hole. The stretch is immediate - you hadn't gotten a look at his cock before, but this is sublime. You've had some large partners before, but Thieram is... potentially the best.
That doesn't bode well for him, if he was operating under the assumption that this was a one-time event. Especially with how he's rocking it into you with little thrusts instead of jamming you full - it's sweet, about as sweet as the little grunts he's making with every bit further he gets inside you.
"Lights above, Thieram," Your forehead hits the wall just as his hips meet your ass, and you thank whoever's listening that Thieram is on the gentler side because if he'd started railing you right away you're not sure you'd survive it.
"Y'okay?"
"If I'd known your dick was this big the whole time, you'd have never known peace-"
Thieram's cock twitches inside you and you laugh. Of course, that would get him. With a wiggle of your hips, you let him know you're ready, and when he moves you swear he's taking your guts with him. It's a slow drag that you struggle to breathe through - bless him, he's spitting on his dick again to re-wet it - and it's less startling as he rocks back into you.
The pace picks up slowly, and damn if he isn't effortlessly hitting every spot inside you that has you frantically pushing yourself back onto him with little yelps of his name - you're pretty sure you call him Chuck a few times, but he doesn't correct you. He probably can't, considering the circumstances.
Stroking yourself is a no-brainer. It doesn't take you more than a few skilled touches against yourself before you're warning him of your orgasm with a groan of his name. Behind you, he swears - you have to be damn-near strangling him as you bite into your forearm on the wall. Not screaming takes far too much effort, especially when his pace turns wild as he chases his own.
"C-Can I cum inside? Fill you up?"
"Fuck yes you can," Your words are muffled by your arm as you pant into the wall - you're still riding that high and Thieram finishing inside you is the icing on the cake. It takes longer than you expect, but then he's shoving himself so far inside that you can damn near taste him at the back of your tongue.
Thieram groans your name so prettily that you decide in that single moment he's not slipping through your fingers. There's been an absolute diamond sitting there the entire time and now he's got you hooked on what he's got to offer.
The feeling of his lips between your shoulder blades knocks you right out of your reverie - he kissed you. Then there's the feeling of cloth between your legs, and you realize it's his tie that he's cleaning you up with. When he starts to pull your pants back up around your hips, you realize you might be in love.
