Warnings ; smutt, MDNI, masky lures reader into the woods, multiple rounds,
A/N; ty to the person who gave me the idea on ao3 I loved this so much you have no idea
Summary; masky tricks you into thinking he’s Tim so he can have his long awaited turn,
Masky gets starved so easily its sad, he knows he can be to much. But he knows you like it rough sometimes, or all the time. And he has needs too. Sometimes the used panties he snags isn't enough, or just watching you from your window when he knows Tim has been gone to long and you cry out for him with a hand between your thighs unsatisfied.
Masky also likes to call you from Tim's line so he doesn't freak you out. And when you call out for him, yes he does get jealous, but he knows that he has to fix this. so while you listen to his heavy breathing, the wet sounds in the back, knowing he's touching himself to you, all you can do is sit there with pressed thighs that don't give enough friction and listen.
He knows you want more, but your to scared to ask. A boundary you don't want to over step with Tim, knowing how scared he is of himself, and even though you want to love every part of him that clearly loves you a hundred times more, it's something he hasn't overcome yet.
Not to worry, Masky see's this and if Tim won't he will.
He'll pick a time he knows your home, knows he'll be in control for a while, and place a small gift at the back door that leads to the woods.
Masky will make noise, to draw your attention and when you look out he makes sure you see him retreating as you read his note, taking the small gift.
"Got something special for you, darlin. Don't got to much time to play, you know where to go." -T
Masky knows your wary of him, Tim put that fear into your mind, you might not go out for him, but you'll go out for Tim.
And while you walk the dark woods on a barely clear path, he's following you at a distance as you got to the clearing, the usual spot when you want to be out in nature but secluded.
You notice another gift laid on the fallen log, and as you kneel down to pick this one up Masky's coming up behind you and acting quick. Reaching down to drag you by the hips, your front now wet with damp grass, fabric sticking uncomfortably as you feel Tims jacket against you. He has you positioned with your ass up, sleep shorts barely hiding anything and his hand glides from your hips to the ends of your panties.
already uncomfortably damp, embarrassment coming over you excepting Tim to tease you but it never comes. His usual cocky banter with you never uttered once, which makes you arch back into him so you can crane your head back.
His white mask staring down at you in the low light, breathing heavily with restraint. When it starts to click, you were lured. His own persona tricked you into thinking it was him to have you all to himself and the thought of that sends a shameful throb through you. Thighs tightening around his hips that keep your own legs spread. His jeans brushing against you giving barely enough friction, as he imitates how he saw you on Tim's own thigh.
Your whimpers fuel his own thoughts as he desperately needs you to finish faster than when your with him . Masky drags you back pressing you tightly against his rutting hips not letting you get away. He plans on making you finish this way, then he'll peel your damp panties off, sticking one finger in to tease you before suddenly putting three to get you accommodated until he's finally had enough and is ready to put you in the meanest matting press.
By the time its almost over, and your voice is barely able to keep screaming Masky, a tender touch sends Tim's name through your lips. And suddenly he's back, confusion turning into downright pleasure as he feels you tighten. Head dipping as he finished what masky started. Ripping his mask off so he can see you clearly as he tells you he's sorry and that your being so good for him.
Okay, hear me out, Tim being your big brother's best friend and him having a thing for reader. 😋😋
It scratches my brain in a good way. Hihi
Event day 5!
Warnings; MDNI, you will be blocked, Tim being a few years older, your both of legal age, slightly inexperienced reader, but you out freak him, snow kissing, reader giving Tim head for the first time, slightly high reader + Tim,
Summary; you and Tim met through your older brother, and he's very attentive of you knowing that he wants to take this slow and not rush you into anything. Little does he know you have something planned for him that his dick cannot refuse.
"His sentences barely make sense anymore, head tipped back as he moans like a whore. A pretty one for sure. "S-Sugar, darlin- fuck! Ahh~, takin me s-so well ain't you? Y-Yeah you are.. mhmp-!"
You had met Tim a few month ago, he was a friend of your older brothers and you just clicked in a way that felt right.
When you had managed the courage to ask him out for this time, and not just hangouts through your brother, it was late. The others were talking by the cooler in the truck while the fire light illuminated you both in a beautiful glow.
It was easy, it was thoughtful, and it was sweet with the way he tried to ask if you were absolutely sure. A quick kiss quelled his worries, and he excused you both, taking you for a last second date to a diner that still seemed to be open. Ever since then he's been the sweetest.
The only problem?
Is sex.
Tim knows your not as experienced, mainly because you never really had the time for it, between finding a job and a place to stay at it never really came up until now.
Every time you suggest more he goes down on you instead, making you cum and cry out on his thick warm tongue and fingers, drawing orgasm after orgasm out of you.
He's a giver for sure, but lately you want to taste him too. Feel the heaviness of his fat cock on your own tongue. All these porn videos you watched to quell the thirst just gave you more and more nasty ideas. Especially this one. You swear you felt your own hole leaking as you watched the two makeout, his cum dripping out of their mouths. You wanted, no, needed to see this with Tim.
To execute this, you wanted him pliable and horny, so you bought two fresh blunts and got the couch ready, tv playing some movie you've seen a hundred times by the time Tim walked into the living room, discarding his boots.
"What's all this darlin'?" He asks rolling up his sleeves and sitting beside you, watching you light it.
You let the warmth of the smoke flow down your lungs, giving you the gentlest haze, as you passed it to him exhaling now. "Just wanted to have a nice night in, you know? Missed you today."
He takes it with a nod, fingers brushing yours gently as he takes his own hit, head tipping back ever so slightly while he closes his eyes letting the stress of the day roll off him through the smoke that now curls in the air.
The tv continues as you let him take more off the blunt than you, when you decide to strike. Uncurling from his side, you place yourself in front of him, hands sliding up his thighs. Tim gulps, setting the blunt down not fully finished. His head is lightly fuzzy and warm from the feeling.
Half lidded eyes look up at you when he feels his jeans being unzipped. His hand stopping you, the actions meant to be innocently, but his growing hard on says otherwise, "What-? Hey now, w-what are you doin'?"
"Taking care of you baby, always so good to me. I just wanna return the favor." You smile and tug on the open fly to get him to raise his hips, he does hesitantly driven by the need to feel you.
With his jeans and underwear pooling by his knees, his hard dick is throbbing under your gaze as you look at how thick he is. The red tip leaking down prominent veins. Tim's hips shift uncomfortably as he tries to tell you, "You don't have to be on your knees for me sweetheart, I can take good care of- you! ngh~!"
Your tongue had began giving him kitten licks to the head, cutting him off letting you hear the most delicious whine from your man. It must've been heavenly because he can barely stop bucking his hips up into you, a warm hand rest on your head trying to slow you but to no avail.
The videos were very informational and you try to do the same thing they did, licking up the side, paying extra attention to his veins before taking him into your mouth. Feeling how heavy it rests against your tongue, prodding your throat though barely half way in.
Taking it slow, you bob up and down, hollowing your cheeks, finding a rhythm that has Tim cussing and gripping the couch with his free hand for dear life.
His praises reach your ears and it urges you to take him deeper, choking on the sheer thickness of him, while spit mixed with his precum drip down your chin and onto his thighs that you've been holding onto for stability.
The taste of his is heady and addictive, its just so Tim in a way that makes tears prick your eyes. The haze enabling this pleasure that you both feel and you know he's close.
His sentences barely make sense anymore, head tipped back as he moans like a whore. A pretty one for sure. "S-Sugar, darlin- fuck! Ahh~, takin me s-so well ain't you? Y-Yeah you are.. mhmp-!"
Soon his thighs tense up under your hands, Tim's own flying to grip your hair tight pushing his spurting cock to hit the back of your throat. Only gasping out when he realizes and pulls you back letting some tangy cum pool in your mouth, spit and some thick white of it stringing down your chin obscenely.
You pull off of his twitching dick that begins to soften now, opting to crawl on top of him. Grabbing the front of his shirt and smashing your mouth on his, gooey tongue parting his plush lips as you let it leak into his mouth. Your hands holding his cheeks, not letting him part from you. A strangled moan that has his eyes rolling back and fists gripping the the cushions for dear life again.
Softening dick begging to dribble thick messy precum on your ass, making poor Tim shake in overstimulation as his cum drips from both your mouths. It's hot and erotic with the way he trembles under you and how you grind against his poor cock. Your thumb prying his mouth open to take more until he swallows it all down.
He's breathing hard and out of it as he stares up at you, letting your thumb scoop up what dribbled down his chin and pushing it back into his mouth. Sucking the flavor off your thumb like a good boy. "Y'look so pretty Tim, we should do this more often."
Why do writers make Tim look like this southern country guy?? I’ve been watching marble hornets for like a while now, around the Entry #64 I believe and Tim does NOT seem like that type of man. I kinda see him as this more small town guy— maybe it’s me. He doesn’t have an accent or maybe i don’t pick up on his accent but like..
But i’m not complaining i love seeing my beautiful tim 🤤
CW: NSFW, F!reader, filming (guys it’s brian, yk i’m doing some recording), voyeurism, cheating, girl sharing/cucking (there’s like a slight difference between those so i’m just gonna put both), degradation, eventual threesome, double penetration, objectification, choking, is this all a little toxic? yeah probably…, no aftercare written
a/n: uhhh sorry if this makes absolutely no sense. can you guys tell that i just start writing and see where it takes me or….? also finally got this fic out…like a week later than i wanted to…
✽ Brian calls you all these pet names, southern accent only honeying them more. it’s not strange, Tim called you pet names before y’all were dating too. it’s just the boys’ way.
✽ he compliments you
✽ he steals buys you the things you mention casually
✽ basically just showering you in attention
✽ Brian’s always been more approachable and social than Tim, so it makes sense that you two get along
✽ and Tim is glad you guys do. Brian’s one of the most important people in his life.
✽ and since Brian is, Tim trusts that you’ll be in good hands with him if he’s ever away
✽ and you are…as in those hands are literally inside you
✽ you’re whimpering on the couch while Brian fingers you deep, angling to press against your g-spot
✽ all the while, he’s holding his camcorder, revealing your pretty pussy and how wet it is for him
✽ little do you know, he’s sending that shit straight to Tim right after he gets you settled in his lap, riding his cock
✽ and Tim, probably in a shitty motel somewhere, is watching it, jacking off hard to the face you made as you came on Brian’s fingers.
✽ you’re just so easy for the two of them, they knew the plan would work perfectly. getting you to rail Brian, thinking that you’re betraying Tim when it’s really what they both wanted all along
✽ Brian’s gets a little mean about it too
✽ “damn, Tim always picks the biggest whores he can find, huh?”
✽ “you fuck so good when you’re feelin’ guilty”
✽ “you feel that? you imaginin’ it’s him, huh?”
✽ “don’t feel bad, sugar, you know Tim could never be mad at you for takin’ what you want. he wants you to be happy.”
✽ Brian films the whole thing, sending it all to Tim as soon as he can. meanwhile, you got dressed and left to call him as soon as you could, guilt setting in and pooling in your gut. your thighs are literally still a mess from Brian.
✽ “hey, baby, ya havin’ a good night? i’m hopin’ i’ll be home soon.” Tim says to you, answering your call.
✽ “y-yeah, just hanging out with Bri’.” your voice quivers ever so slightly.
✽ you don’t even know why exactly you called him, but you just wanted to hear his voice and feel like everything was okay, even though he, seemingly has no idea what you did
✽ little do you know, when you get off the phone, Tim and Brian are texting back and forth about you
✽ Tim gets back a few days later. if your guilt was bad that first night, it was horrific now. it’d had time to brew within the days he was gone.
✽ he comes in, gives you a big kiss. daps up Brian and asks him jokingly if you’ve “been good”. Brian shakes his head, “nah, she’s a little troublemaker, you know that.”
✽ somehow you get this weird feeling that the boys know something you don’t
✽ that feeling only continues throughout the day. they both keep giving you and each other these strange looks. they keep murmuring to each other and stopping the minute you come around. it’s like they’re planning something.
✽ you don’t find out what that is until that evening.
✽ you’re hanging out with them both in the living room. sitting on the same couch Brian fucked you on with Tim’s hand on your thigh, a beer in his other hand. he looks so relaxed, he never looks relaxed. you don’t want to ruin it.
✽ Tim pulls you closer to murmur in your ear.
✽ “hey, you wanna come with me? imma step out for a smoke.”
✽ you agree and he takes you by the hand out to the porch. Brian stays sat in the living room, a smirk on his face, unseen by you.
✽ “you wanna see somethin’?” Tim asks, taking out his phone.
✽ “uh, sure.” it’s a bit random, but you have no reason to reject him.
✽ you hear it before you see it. it’s you. your moans. the sounds of your wetness. and it’s Brian’s heavy breathing and southern drawl as he tells you how good you feel.
✽ “Tim! i promise, i was going to tell you.” your stomach twists with nausea.
✽ but Tim isn’t upset. he’s actually kind of smirking? like this is all cute to him. you being so upset.
✽ “Tim, i don’t understand. what’s going on?”
✽ “baby, you did just what we wanted you to do, don’t even worry.” he reaches out to tuck your hair around the back of your ear.
✽ “did you enjoy it?” he asks you, and he’s genuinely curious.
✽ you open your mouth to speak, but nothing comes out.
✽ “cmon, you ain’t gotta lie to me. i ain’t gonna be mad.”
✽ “uh, yeah….I suppose I did….”
✽ “would you do it again?”
✽ “no, of course not!” you say, quickly, trying to salvage this. your hand wraps around his fingers.
✽ Tim laughs. he laughs. you have no fucking idea what’s happening.
✽ “would you do it again with my consent, hon?” he clarifies.
✽ “um….maybe?” you bite your lip, hesitating. “yeah, i would.”
✽ “let’s go then.” he jerked his head to the house.
✽ you don’t say anything, you just follow him in, both intrigued and nervous about what you were getting yourself into.
✽ Tim gives Brian a look, and he looks instantly satisfied by whatever it signified, and then guides you to sit back against the couch.
✽ it wasn’t long before they had you between them on that very couch.
✽ Tim has you leaned back against his bare chest. his cock throbs inside your ass. he was holding your legs, hands hooked under your knees, spreading you open. meanwhile, Brian was lining himself up to enter you himself.
✽ as Brian’s tip nudges your entrance, Tim begins moving inside you subtly. moans tumble out of your mouth and you feel yourself grow impossibly wetter.
✽ Brian hooks a finger into your mouth. “hear her making noise already? like we’ve even done anything to ‘er yet.” Brian laughs, talking about you to Tim like you’re not even there.
✽ “here.” Brian says, shoving an additional finger past your lips. “actually do something with that mouth.”
✽ “we’ll put it to good use later.” Tim adds, pressing his face into the side of your own.
✽ finally, Brian fills you completely and the sensation is all-consuming. it’s like you can feel them all over your body. inside you, on your skin, in your hair, in your mouth, in the heart pounding in your chest.
✽ then they start moving, with a grunt from Tim and a groan from Brian. the force would’ve knocked you off balance had you not been sandwiched between the two men
✽ you reach back to grab onto Tim’s shoulders and hold yourself against something familiar. “you got it, baby. just take it.” he reassure: you with a squeeze against your hip.
✽ Brian thrusts into you just a little deeper, causing you to let out a high pitched moan as he hit a spot that made you nearly lose your mind. “right there?”, he asks. you nod rapidly, eyes fluttering shut. he just keeps hitting the same spot over and over.
✽ “fuck. look how sexy she looks makin’ that face, Tim.” Brian says, taking his finger out of your mouth. Tim grabs your jaw, turning your face back to look at him. “yeah, that’s good.”
✽ “you want more, slut? yeah, i bet ya do.” Tim degrades, though his voice was breathless and heavy with pleasure and his accent. you couldn’t bring yourself to form words, so you just mewled at him and dug your nails into his skin where ever you could reach back and grab.
✽ “so fuckin’ needy,” Brian smirks down at you. his fingers slide down across your cunt, lapping up the slickness onto his fingers. then he trails back up to your clit and circles it.
✽ your voice climbs high and you start trembling even harder.
✽ Tim’s hips rock hard against your ass, thrusts deep and purposeful and he fucks you toward your peak alongside Brian.
✽ “we gon let her cum? has she been good enough?” Brian asks Tim. he scoffs, “only if she can ask nicely.”
✽ Tim pats your cheek rhythmically, “hear that, honey? you gotta ask if you wanna cum.”
✽ you whimper, barely even taking in the words.
✽ Tim chuckles, “don’t sound like words to me, do they Brian?”
✽ “no, they don’t.” Brian agrees. he drives into you harder and words sputter out.
✽ “p-please! please!”
✽ “cmon, ‘please’ what?” Tim encourages.
✽ “mm, p-please...ah….please let me c-cum!” you beg, voice needy and nearly incoherent.
✽ Brian’s hands work harder at your clit as Tim’s hand comes to wrap around your throat, fingers hooking at your jaw to hold you tight. Tim tightens around your neck enough to apply pressure, but not enough to cut of your breathing. your eyes prick with tears from the overwhelm.
✽ you clamp hard and rhythmically against both of their cocks, cumming with a loud shout.
✽ Tim pours his spend into your ass, groaning into your shoulder. Brian, on the other hand, pulls out of your cunt and wraps his hand around his cock. he strokes himself roughly until he cums on your stomach.
the motel room smells like a mix of sweat, sex and is so warm that it makes you sweat even more than you already are.
your eyes are wide and teary as you stare up at masky; the authority he always wears like second skin is rolling off of him in waves.
it was supposed to be a normal mission: go, stalk the poor college kids who got too curious, kill them, and then return. it was something you’ve done countless of times before.
with toby. with hoodie. with kate.
masky? no. you’ve always thought that he is too authoritative. hoodie is like that too, but he’s more easygoing and more laid back.
masky lets nothing go past him without consequences, and this makes you nervous. snappy, even. you straighten your back and you get on defensive mode whenever he shoots a glance at you. not because you dislike his ways of doing things. not because you hate him. quite the opposite, actually.
you’ve always paired up with the other members because you like him. and maybe because he scares you a little bit.
you have told toby, during a moment of weakness. you just had to say it and get it off of your chest. and he accidentally told kate because the motherfucker can’t keep his mouth closed. and hoodie found out when you went pale when masky walked up to you saying you two had a mission together.
poor kid, hoodie had thought.
and as the co-leader, he had to tell masky. also, they were buddies. it was only fair.
he meant no harm. he just told masky to “go easy on the poor girl ‘cuz she has a big crush on you ‘n you scare the crap outta her.”
which masky replied with a simple, “don’t piss me off.”
was hoodie lying? no, no he wasn’t. masky had to give him that.
he stares down at where you two are connected and he can hear how loud your pussy is—squeezing and milking him deeper. as if desperate to keep him close.
you are desperate.
his eyes flicker to your face when you whimper once again. he tilts his head—his white porcelain-like mask giving nothing away.
if he didn’t let out low groans and growls, you’d think he wasn’t enjoying it.
his hands—those two big, scarred warm weapons of his—leave your hips to wander around your body. one settles on your lower stomach, pressing down just enough to make both of you feel the bulge his cock was making in your tummy.
you moan lowly at the feeling and your things tremble around his waist.
his eye contact is intense. you’ve always known this, but now it feels ten times stronger and it makes you look away, deciding that his flannel is the most interesting thing in your life.
his free hand moves to wrap around your neck, and he tightens his hold. you know he could snap your neck easily, and maybe that’s the reason why your lips part and your pussy squeezes his cock harder.
he lets out a small, approving hum. you crave for his attention, his praise, his approval. you want to be liked. you want him to like you.
he tightens his hold just right and it makes you breathe in relief. his cock is rearranging your guts and it’s so deep you feel it in your throat.
masky swears that if it were possible, you’d look at him with hearts in your eyes. eyes so full of tears and passion and something so close to love.
he’s not sure if he wants to crush that love in his hand or if he wants to treasure some more.
he pushes his cock deeper until his leaking tip kisses your cervix. it’s supposed to hurt, and it does, but it also feels so good that your eyes glaze over.
you feel on cloud nine and it seems like you can’t even hear yourself, but he can. chants of his name mixed with incoherent nonsense and moans bounce back and forth from one wall to the other.
you’re clinging to him like your life depends on it, and you think it really does; your left hand is wrapped around his wrist to keep his hand around your neck, and your right hand clings to his other forearm.
“please, please—hah—“ you whimper, “need you, need you s’bad—“
he knows something is up when you stop mid sentence and just bite your bottom lip instead. he’s not inexperienced; he has had his share of motel adventures.
his hand leaves your neck to use his fingers to pry your bottom lip from your teeth. he hears your breath hitch and he swipes his thumb across your lip before hooking it past your teeth and on your tongue.
your eyes grow half lidded again, but you don’t have time to wrap your lips around his thumb because he moves it back out of your mouth.
“say what you wanna say. c’mon.” he says, voice low and rough.
his tip kisses your cervix and your eyes nearly roll back into the back of your head.
“don’t be shy, i know you wanna say it,” he adds, “wanna say it every time you look at me, huh? it just sits on the tip of your tongue. i wanna hear it. be a brave girl.”
the hand that’s on your tummy moves lower, and his thumb draws tightly circles around your clit.
it’s too much. the muscles in your tummy tighten up and your breath hitches and your heart races so fast that you’re sure he can hear it and—
“daddy,” you sob out, voice cracking, “please, please, please—“
he fucks his cock faster and deeper into you, thumb never stopping its movement.
“atta girl. good fucking girl.” he groans, “you’re daddy’s best girl, aren’t ya? daddy’s stupid mutt? that it? that what you want to be?”
and you nod so fast you grow dizzy, hands clinging harder to him as you sob and moan, and tears of pleasure stream down your cheeks.
you pant and whine as you paw at his arms, “im—‘m daddy’s good girl, mm—hah, ‘m cumming, cumming—“
he feels your cunt squeeze the hell out of him before throbbing around him, trying to milk him deeper and lock him in.
“best cunt i’ve ever fucked.” he grunts as he fucks you through it, “gonna keep you real close after tonight. ain’t you happy?”
you’re too fucked out to answer, but with the way your cunt throbs when he cums deep inside, he knows you’re the happiest girl alive.
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a/n: reader has highkey daddy issues. i’m reader. she’s me.
˖⁺‧₊˚✦ thinking about domestic life with Tim if things had gone a different direction for him…
cw: nsfw, f!reader, established relationship, praise, kind of rough sex?, creampie
❥| he works some kind of blue collar job
❥| probably construction or carpentry
❥| he leaves early in the morning and doesn’t get home until sundown, but it varies depending on where he might be working that day
❥| he gets home to a hot meal ready, just waiting for him and you right nearby
❥| if you meet him at the door, he gives you a big kiss on the mouth, dipping you down slightly, before he even gets his work boots off
❥| if you’re cooking when he gets there, he’ll come up behind you, hands sliding around your waist, and kiss your cheek. if your hair’s up, he’s going for your neck too.
❥| he always showers as soon as he can when he gets home, but he won’t be too long. he hasn’t seen you all day, of course he’s not gonna take up all his time in the shower.
❥| right as he’s getting out of the shower, you’re setting up the table.
❥| when he gets to you, well he just can’t help it. you just look so beautiful in the light of the dining room.
❥| he comes up behind you as your setting down the cutlery on the table, big calloused hands sliding over your hips. you giggle and tell him to go sit down for dinner, but he doesn’t sit down.
❥| he stays where he is and he keeps touching you. his hand slides down to your thigh, still over the fabric of your dress for now.
❥| “missed ya, baby.” he murmurs in your ear. you shiver against him, your body almost trembles in anticipation.
❥| his fingertips then touch the bare thigh waiting beneath your hemline.
❥| he doesn’t make you wait. his hands go straight to your center. thick fingers push your underwear to the side. as you brace yourself with your palms on the table, he only leans himself over you even more.
❥| you’re wet, of course. soaked, actually. and he makes sure to point it out to you. but he isn’t here to tease you, he’s here to get the job done. Tim’s the kinda man to get to the point very quickly.
❥| speaking of quickly, his fingers are ruthless inside you. thank god for the table in front of you, cause without it you’re sure you would’ve just fallen over.
❥| your moans echo against the dining room walls. Tim only encourages it.
❥| “you sound so pretty for me, honey. can you be even louder than that?”
❥| his question is answered when his hand comes down against your ass. you let out a loud, surprised noise.
❥| “good girl, that’s just what i wanted.”
❥| you whine when he takes his fingers out of you. he doesn’t hesitate to clean off his fingers with his mouth, tongue tasting your pleasure. he doesn’t let you be dissatisfied too long.
❥| Tim bends you over the table easily. you’re so malleable for him. he lifts the bottom of your dress over your ass and just appreciates it for a minute. he runs a hand over all over it. he then kneads it with both his hands, just savoring how it feels against his palms. then he gives your ass another smack, even harder this time.
❥| he pulls your panties down your legs and just leaves them hanging around your ankles. he unzips the fresh, clean pair of jeans he’d put on after his shower and pulls down his boxers. you can’t see it, but you feel how hard he is for you when he finally pressed himself against you.
❥| he inches the tip of his cock into you. you whimper from the thickness of him.
❥| “i know, baby. we’re gonna make it fit. we always do don’t we?” he encourages you. you nod in response.
❥| when he finally bottoms out, he leans down against you for a moment. you feel his lips against the top of your back, just under your neck. it wasn’t meant to be sexy or anything, it was just his way of telling you he’s glad he’s home. that he’s here with you.
❥| after that, he stood up straight once more and braced his hands on your hips. he began slow and gentle, giving you time to adjust and get comfortable to his length.
❥| but it isn’t long before he’s fucking you harder. til his hips are grinding against your ass and you’re both moaning with the force of him.
❥| his hands gather in your hair and yank it back. your back arches and he bends to kiss against your neck. it’s sloppy and you love every second of it, moaning right against his ear as you tilt your head to try and look at him.
❥| you reach up and grab his jaw, making him pause against your neck. you kiss him hard, and he reciprocates fully. your tongues wrap and unwrap against each other again and again.
❥| it’s right when his hips start stuttering against your ass that you start tumbling toward your orgasm. he starts fucking you even deeper, angling his hip so he can hit that spot you love.
❥| you cum with a loud moan. you press your face against the dining table. the sensation is so strong and overwhelming that all you can do is close your eyes and just feel it.
❥| Tim wasn’t far behind. he pushes his cock as deep as it can go before he cums hard inside you. you can feel his forehead drop to press against the back of your shoulder. his breath is choppy and labored. his arms wrap around your torso as he holds you through the aftershocks.
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a/n: can you believe that i meant for this post to be much shorter? and that i hadn’t initially planned for it to be smut?
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