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Meet Cute -1-

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“Oh? is that sexism? Who said I can’t protect myself?”

Contents: smoking, mentions of injury and blood

You stood at the ramp in your favorite skate park contemplating your next move. it was dark already. you enjoyed the breeze and how little people occupied the space at night so that’s when you frequented the park. you were ready to dive into the half pipe but once you did and rode out you didn’t catch your board fast enough and fell ass-first onto the pavement.

Quickly, you stood up. You winced in pain, reminding yourself of the skate park rules, even though there were only a handful of people around. “hey you good?” A man asked. “oh um yeah, happens all the time.” You giggled, looking up at him, your body tensing as you realized his appearance. This brown-haired man was decked out with the typical skater stoner outfit but he had a damn good face.

“you sure?” he asked once more. “yeah.” you spoke, almost in awe. “you’re pretty.” your thoughts slipping through your lips. “oh um thank you.” he giggled, rubbing the back of his neck, your confession bringing a blush to his face. “oh my god I'm sorry I didn’t mean to say that out loud.” you apologized profusely in embarrassment, pulling a bigger laugh from his diaphragm. “I’m Clyde by the way,” he said, extending his hand out for you to shake. “I’m y/n.” you began laughing at yourself now, beating yourself up in your head. you grabbed his hand to shake, pins and needles in your fingertips as they connected.

“oh shit you’re bleeding.” his smile quickly turned into a frown as he looked down at your leg. “it’s okay! I’ll be okay!” you reassured him as you dropped his hand. he picked up your board. “I’ve never seen that much blood on someone that’s fine.” he laughed. “come on I’ll clean it up for you.” he smiled. you rolled your eyes playfully and followed him to his van. you thought as quick as you could, flipping through the possible scenarios. “I guess if I get kidnapped I get kidnapped.” you shrugged, acknowledging the oddness of the situation. “I have a first aid kit in my van.” he sighed as he unlocked the driver-side door. he still had that seriousness laced in his voice that caused you to worry you were inconveniencing him.

"This is really no problem, you dont have to." you assured, one last time but he wouldn't budge. "no I want to." he smiled, glancing back at you for a moment.

Clyde helped you sit on the curb and began cleaning your wound in silence. “thank you.” you smiled as he looked up at you, his mouth awed as he focused. “it’s nothing. people fall all the time at the park I’ve just never seen anyone wipe out like that.” he laughed as he pressed the cold wipe to your skin. “fuck.” you slurred, clenching your hands around the concrete curb. “sorry!” he winced with you, watching your wound bubble up with peroxide. “what are you doing at the park by yourself at night anyway?” he questioned, filling the silence. “uhhh i like how empty it is. i used to come with my friends but they’re all gone at college. plus i actually enjoy my solitude.” you smiled as he peeled the bandaids from the wax paper and applied them to your leg. he nodded at you.

“I get that. but I also know there’s a group of junkies that hang out around that corner that deal here… definitely not safe, honestly for anyone much less a girl to be here at night.” he whispered as he closed the first aid kit and put it back in his car before helping you up. “oh? is that sexism? who said I can’t protect myself.” you joked, picking up your bag and slinging it over your shoulder. “you can fight off 6 guys at once?? shit, remind me to never mess with you. Got Hercules strength on this one.” he laughed as you blushed. “well I have bear mace.” you defended yourself, watching him lean up the side of his van. he chuckled harder, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Well, I think I’m done skating for the night. wanna get out of here Clyde?” you asked, in desperate need of a smoke. he nodded and proceeded to help you into the passenger side. “where to then?” he asked as he drove out of the parking lot of the skate park. “hmm anywhere that I can sit and smoke.” you told him, flipping through ideas in your head as you pull the pack out of your backpack pocket. “alright.” he smiled and took a few turns. “so what did you mean earlier?” he asked, breaking the silence that consumed the front seat. “what?” you questioned. knowing exactly what he meant but you were stalling. “you’re pretty?” he giggled. “it um just slipped out.” you began blushing, averting your gaze out the window as the car came to a stop at a red light.

you glanced back at him a few times, noticing a smug look on his face. he parked the car and you looked up to see a movie theatre, your confusion setting in. “I know a guy.” Clyde laughed as he climbed out of the car. the two of you walked into the empty building and straight to concessions. “grab whatever you want.” he said, digging through candy boxes. “are... we allowed to do this? we won’t get in trouble will we?” you asked as you took in the current situation of you breaking into a closed movie theatre. “my friend works here and he gave me a key a while ago. it’s all good.” Clyde replied as he put the candy into my bag. “just grab something.” he giggled. you exhaled and began filling a bucket of popcorn while he now filled drinks.

Clyde led you up to the roof and you sat at the edge of the building and began eating your popcorn. “well this is probably the craziest thing I've ever done.” you laughed, taking a sip of your Sprite. “what breaking into a movie theatre?” he asked. “well that and the fact that you’re a complete stranger.. what if you killed the guy those keys belong to and you throw me off the building and frame me.” you thought up on the spot before grabbing some of his Mike n Ike’s. “uh that was oddly elaborate.” Clyde giggled, nervously. “sorry over active imagination.” you began laughing really hard at his reaction. “yeah no it’s okay.” he laughed. you finally lit your cigarette and puffed as you ate your snacks. “so when are we gonna exchange numbers?” he asked, nudging your leg with his.

you smiled and handed him your phone, open to the dial. “so if you’re at the skate park all the time why haven’t I seen you there before?” you asked him as you watched him dial. “well I work as kind of a band manager? I drive my friends around to their gigs and also find them venues so I’m there when I can be. I'm not on a set schedule.” he answered, handing your phone back. you nodded in response. “band manager. that’s pretty sick.” you told him, offering him the cigarette. he took a few puffs before handing it back. “it’s really fun if that’s what you mean. I don’t make enough money off it though.” Clyde said and you nodded. the silence once again taking up the empty space.

you both sat there, watching cars drive by and stars appear in the sky, talking. maybe oversharing just a little but still getting to know each other, solidifying first impressions until finally 2 am rolled around and you were struggling to keep your eyes open. “I should take you home,” he said, helping you up. “I don’t want to go home. please don’t.” you pleaded with your last bit of energy. Clyde didn't ask another question. he sighed, sympathetically and led you out of the theatre and into the van as he drove you to his apartment instead.

“you can stay with me tonight if you’d like.” he whispered, throwing a sweater and sweatpants at you as you snuggled into his cool bedsheets. “yeah I’m not getting up from this bed.” you giggled, fighting out of your clothes and into his all while under his covers. he grabbed a blanket and began treading out of his room.

"you're not going to sleep in the living room are you?" you asked him, propping yourself up on your elbows, studying him. "of course, I am what do you mean?" he giggled, beginning his march out the door. "stay?" you whispered, crossing your legs under the blanket. Clyde nodded, sitting on the floor in front of his bed. "Clyde." you quietly scolded, waiting for him to stand up. on queue, he rolled his eyes playfully and crawled up into the bed. "it's just out of respect." he whispered as he settled.

"Okay. you're way too trusting of a strange skater. What's that about?" he asked, curling up into his pillows. "I don't know honestly." You lied through your teeth. you knew exactly why you let yourself get so comfortable in his presence and why you knew you could trust Clyde. But even so, that wasn't why you let him clean your scrapped leg or got into his car and followed him into a theatre after hours. Clyde raised an eyebrow and you quickly took a deep breath. "fine..." you sighed, which earned a smile from him. "I knew it," he spoke as you sat up, getting ready to attempt the elaboration of your thoughts.

"i watched this movie a while ago. it was about this girl who just wanted to be this big inspiration. She wanted to be something, you know? her friends were activists, writers and even the few friends who seemed like they had nothing, had everything. they had love, their dreams no matter how small, they had them." you looked over at Clyde and he was staring intently at you, ready to listen to every word you had to say, like it was the most important thing he'd ever hear and somehow that look alone birthed butterflies in your stomach.

"so anyway, she was broke and her parents couldn't support her dying dream of being a writer. she had no choice but to get a job and she walked into this sex shop." you began laughing as Clyde's face flushed. "yeah this awkward uni student, naive and self-proclaimed classy applying to work at a sex shop. she gets the job, kickstarts a slow burn with her coworker, moves out of her parent's house, meets her favourite author and gets published. pretty fucking cool honestly. there's this scene where she's with her coworker in his bed and he's looking at her like he's just discovered a new world wonder. he's an artist and had painted her portrait like a hundred times. anyway.. she grew. she let herself branch out, be different and do things that were, in her world totally taboo. does that make sense?" you paused, realizing you were rambling, assuming he was annoyed but when you glanced back up at him he sat there with the same intent look. it brought you peace.

"she went from this awkward nobody to a girl who took chances and went to parties and ended up getting what she wanted while still making room for mistakes. and I guess I want to do that too." you explained, nearly out of breath from explaining your recent change in desire for risk-taking. "not that I'm awkward." you giggled. "well..." Clyde rebudled and you lightly smacked his arm.

"it sounds more like you want love." Clyde teased. "no, ugh, Clyde." you scoffed. "first of all you're just saying that because I'm in your bed. second... I want to lean into my already existing spontaneity and take chances even when I'm a little uncomfortable." you laughed, reiterating your thoughts, causing him to raise an eyebrow. "I mean maybe I want love but that's not the point," you added, looking at him. Clyde smirked. "stop acting like you know me already bitch." you joked, both of you erupting in laughter. "I guess the short explanation is that I want to chase discomfort to find comfort." you summarized. "then I guess I'm happy to be part of that.. if you let me. and hey you're welcome in my bed any time." he giggled and you rolled your eyes though you wouldn't mind it either.

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deadg1rlw4lking · 11 months

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“You can kiss me anytime.”

Includes- smut, oral (f receiving), munch Charlie, whimpering, hair pulling, MINORS DNI

“Can I kiss you”, you look over at the big blue eyed boy staring intently at you rather than the screen. You’d been with Charlie for over a month and kissed many times however he still asks every time. You assume it’s nerves, it being his first relationship and all. To be totally honest you found it endearing, the way he’d look back between your eyes and lips with uncertainty, his lips slightly parted in awe just at the possibility of you wanting him just as much as he wants you.

Rather than answering with words you choose actions, straddling his lap and placing your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself, “you can kiss me as much as you like-“ you pause to plant a small peck on his still parted lips, “-as often as you like-“ another peck, he lets out a nervous breath, “-however you like.” Rather than a peck you lean fully into him embracing him into a deeper more passionate kiss, he slightly whimpers at the feeling of yours lips fully on his as if he’d been waiting patiently for this feeling for centuries.

He wraps his arms around your back tugging you closer to him until there was no room left between the two of you and you practically became one. This kiss becomes deeper as Charlie starts to take more control finding his confidence. You move your hands from his shoulders to his thick curly hair running your hands through it as he kisses you. You tug slightly at the root of his hair and lets of out a whiny moan against your lips at the feeling.

With hunger he moves from your lips to your neck, the pleasurable stinging feeling of his lips on your neck causes you to tip up your head slightly tugging again his hair. This only encourages him to kiss you more with more passion, focusing on the spot just below your left ear which makes you squirm slightly in his lap. He pulls away from your neck to look at you, his blue eyes clouded with pleasure and his cheeks flushed, looking at the red mark on your neck he smirks a little.

You can’t help but feel an overwhelming pleasure in Charlie’s new found confidence towards you, there’s something so sexy about how much he wants you. “Can we take this off?” He asks playing with the bottom of your oversized shirt, “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours” you cheekily reply. You’ve never seen him move so fast pulling his own shirt off in an instant, revealing his toned chest, suddenly the room felt very hot. You begin to lift your shirt over your head leaving you in your black bra and matching black panties. He stares down at your for a second, at how you’d been on his lap in just your little panties this entire time.

“Stop looking!” You say embarrassed as you tilt his head up to look back at your face, “But I’ve never seen anything so beautiful” he replies leaning forward to kiss the cleavage peaking out of your bra. A greater warmth spreads across your body and you’re soon very aware of his hard bulge just below you. You again tip your head back, moaning slightly and tugging at his hair at the feeling of his lips of your chest.

He pulls away again, looking at you once more with that same uncertainty, “I want to try something,” he says nervously shifting slightly beneath you, you look back at him urging him to continue without saying anything. “-I want to make you feel good.” He continues to look at you with an increasing blushed face, “Show me what you got then pretty boy” you say, smiling from ear to ear.

He kisses you again before beginning to shift the both of you on the sofa, leaving you lying beneath him as he slowly starts to plant passionate kisses down your body, the closer he got to your core the more you squirmed under his touch, causing him to place his hands on your waist to keep you still. When he begins to plant heavy intense kisses on your inner thigh your whole body trembles with pleasure, you return your hands to his hair tugging slightly as he continued to suck at the flesh leaving a perfect hickey on your upper inner thigh.

He pulls away for a second, looking up at you from between your thighs as if he were taking a mental picture of you like this in front of him, needy for him, almost desperate. He tugs at your panties, pulling them off and tucking them into his pocket with a smirk. You squirm in anticipation and he returns his hands to your waist holding you still for him.

He takes a moment to admire you, staring at how you were so ready for him, in awe that he had gotten you in this state. You shift your hips in desperation, “Needy for me are we?” He says cocky with a smirk on his face, before lowering himself to kiss your exposed folds, you widen your legs further giving him more access. He nudges his nose against your throbbing clit before licking up your folds. You practically scream out in pleasure, digging your hands deeper into his hair.

This seems to boost his confidence even more and he moves his tongue to circle you clit, eating you out as if you were his last meal. You had become completely undone beneath him, you were a moaning mess. With every tug at his hair he’d let out a slight whimper and would slightly roll his hips into the couch beneath him completely overwhelmed by how good you taste.

He moves one of his hands from your waist to your entrance pushing two fingers into you, hitting your g spot perfectly

Causing you to thrust into his face and fingers as he tongue continued to work your clit. You pushed your head back far into the pillow behind you as your legs started to shake at the overwhelming pleasure. The closer you got to your high and the more you’d moan his name the more Charlie would rutt into the couch cushions beneath him, whimpering and moaning himself.

You feel yourself getting closer and closer as he quickens the pace of his fingers and tongue to match the pace at which you were thrusting into his face. With one last half moan half scream of his name you came against his face, as you came down from your high he removed his fingers from you lapping up your come and continuing to hump the cushions beneath him, chasing his own release.

With one last whimper against you he came himself looking up at you lightly embarrassed lightly euphoric, you couldn’t help but smile at him before pulling him into another kiss, “you can definitely kiss me anytime if that’s how it ends.”

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