HI HRU idk if you take requests but can i pls request tim bradford x reader smut where she’s ovulating and all she can focus on is his biceps pls tyy
Grocery shopping wasn’t exactly the most erotic activity, and yet here you were hot and turned on by the sight of Tim carrying two large jugs of water towards you. Watching as the veins in his arms bludged with every flex. Questioning how you could get him twenty more of the grey tank tops he was wearing.
You hated leaving the house when you were at the peak of ovulating. It wasn’t like you were some tight knitted person, the opposite really. It was the fact you couldn’t truly focus on anything. Your mind would always wander back to the lustful acts you wanted, needed.
If you didn’t care about getting arrested you would be dragging Tim into the back section of the alcohol and ride him in between overly priced red wines.
You weren’t worried about which aisles were the barest. You had to figure out if you wanted rotini or angel hair pasta.
Tim pushed the cart through the covered parking garage, making sure to keep himself between you and the road. You walked side by side with him, going through your list one last time making sure you hadn’t forgotten anything. Not realizing that you had reached the truck a few moments later. Quickly refolding the paper and placing it into the same hand that was holding your phone. You knew the routine by now, Tim was going to put everything up in the bed while you got into the passenger seat.
But you barely pass the back light when you feel his hands on your waist. Looking back at him with a slightly raised brow. “What? I can’t walk you to your side?” He spoke with a sly smile, one that caused one to creep onto you. One hand held onto his arm as the two of you walked the short distance to the door. Which he opened for you, keeping his eyes on you as you got into your seat. Double checking that you were fully inside the truck before shutting the door.
Once the door was shut you immediately shifted in your seat. Trying desperately to ease the growing want and need in between your legs. All you need to do is hold out during the car ride back home and then you can jump on Tim and settle this. Of course watching him put everything from the mirrors wasn’t exactly helping. Watching the muscles in his arms contracting and relaxing with every move he made. The way his veins bulged ever so slightly when he grabbed the cart to put it to the cart return a few spots over.
When Tim got into the truck you swiftly put your seatbelt on, wanting to hurry up and get home. Looking over at him which caused your brows to frown when he hadn’t put his on. The engine was on, still parked, all signs that he was about to start driving.
Yet at the same time he wasn’t.
Not only did he not have his seatbelt on, but he had turned his body to face you. His back was up against the corner where the seat and seatbelt met. “What?” You asked plainly, trying to figure out what was happening.
“Are you forgetting something?”
Your eyes wonder over the cupholders where your phone and grocery list sat. Slightly shaking your head when you looked back at him. “Nope, I made sure we got everything before we left. I know you hate a double trip.”
“No, I think you’re forgetting to ask for something?” His hand rested high on your knee. Lightly stroke the soft skin as the realization hit you. He knew exactly what was up. Tim was a dumb man. He had been with you long enough to make all the connections to when you were ovulating. Looking down at his hand, up to the tinted windows surrounding you. Your eyes moved to focus on the fact Tim had parked near the back corner of the parking garage. A part away from the entrance to the store and lot. Looking back down at his hand as you made your decision. “How much do you trust your tint?”
A wicked grin broke across his face, “I wouldn’t suggest anything if I didn’t sweetheart.”
His mouth was quickly pressed against yours, quickly slipping his tongue into your mouth. Feeling one of his hands hold the back of your neck while the other caressing your thigh. Rubbing the soft skin, slow and reverent. His delicate touch dipped to the inner part of flesh, slowly reaching closer and closer to where your legs met. A place that was already pulsating with need for him. You could feel the grin on his face when his fingers met the wet fabric of your panties.
“All of this for me?” You could only nod as your eyes stayed on his swollen lips wanting them back on yours. Your hands never left the seat belt across your body. His pointer finger went in a small circle around each of your folders. Watching as your eyes fluttered with each pass. “If I would’ve known it was this bad we could’ve done this sooner sweetheart.”
His lips met yours once more, trailing their way down to your jaw then down to your neck. Using his tongue to feel your pulse as he took his fingers and traced the space in between your folders. Landing on your covered clit tracing lazy circles while kissing, biting, and licking the soft spot near your ear. Soaking in the your hips jerk up into him, alongside the soft whimpers leaving your throat.
Tim finally slipped his fingers into your aching cunt, pushing the soaked fabric to the side. Causing your eyes to roll into the back of your head. The delicious stretching of your tight walls around his thick, long fingers had your head fuzzy. It took him no time to find a pace that had you focusing back on the sight of his hand disappearing under your dress.
He let out a groan watching the sinful scene playing out. “Fuck you feel so good.” All you could do was nod your head and moan in response. Knowing if you were to open your mouth nothing but moans would come out. After a few strokes of his finger you were able to gather yourself, just enough to beg. “Tim more,” Pulling his head back from your neck he used his free hand to push your dress up further. Moving the hand to hold your thighs apart. The two of you watched as he added another finger into you. Slowly pushing it in as you let out a moan, allowing you a moment to adjust before starting his pace back up.
“My greedy girl,” He hissed as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of you. “Shit, if you squeeze me any tighter I don’t think I’d be able to get my fingers out.” You hand gript his biceps while the other hand reaches for the back of his neck. Simply only being able to let out a loud moan while your hips jerk at the new delicious fullness. “You’d love that, wouldn’t you? My fingers deep inside of you. Stroking your tight pussy all day long.” He spoke feeling your nails dig into his biceps knowing he was doing a good job. Dropping his head down to your ear, “My greedy, filthy girl,”
He speed picks up feeling your body starting to tense up as your walls tighten around his thick fingers. Feeling him start to hit that spongy part that made your head roll back into the headrest. Trying to reach to him and kiss him, but of course the thick fabric across your chest only allowed you to move so little. Swiftly removing your hand from his neck and unbuckling the belt before returning it back to its place. Quickly pressing your chest together while the center kept you from fully being flush up against each other.
Pressing your lips together with a hungry, swallowing each other's moans or groans that came up. Feeling your body start to use his hand. With each meeting of his palm his fingers scrunched inside so his palm could hit your clit, adding even more pleasure to the mix.
Everytime he felt the sting of your nails digging into the flesh of his muscle he couldn't help but groan. Knowing that each dig meant he was doing a good job. That he was doing his best to please you.
He pulled back for air, watching with hooded eyes as your mouth reached his neck. Your fingers pull and knead the base of his neck while your nails dig into his muscles. Groaning when he felt your walls flutter and tighten, a sign you were close. “You like that, sweetheart?” He asked, already knowing the answer.
Letting out a wet popping sound with your lips removed from his neck. “Fuck, just like that.” Your head was spinning from the stretched feeling. This is exactly what you wanted. Exactly what you need. The fullness, the burn, the stretch, fill, and being split open by Tim's fingers. The pulse of your clit under his fingertips, the way he knows exactly how to move them.
The building in the lower part of your stomach kept building, and building. The friction and build up of pleasure was exactly what your body needed. “I gotcha ya sweetheart. Come for me, come all over my fingers.” Tim spoke feeling how tense your body had become knowing you had to be close. You just needed a small push to let your orgasm hit. “I’m not gunna stop until you come for me right here, right now.”
White hot pleasure ripped through your body as you came hard. Back arching, further pushing into Tim. Mouth a gap, thighs twitching fighting against Tim’s hand to close. Your pussy was pulsing hard around his fingers as they slowly moved in and out. Clenching hard before relaxing and then clenching again. His fingers allow you to ride out the high. But he also knew the little bit of overstimulation helped milk you. A little extra something he needed to do when you were ovulating.
Your eyes finally flutter open focusing on his face with a peaceful smile. Your grip on his loosening, but not letting go. The skin helping you back from the clouds down into the far to cramped truck. Allowing your back to slowly reach the seat and your breathing slowly went back to normal.
Tim kissed your temple, “You okay, sweetheart?” You nodded your head as you gathered yourself. “I’m great. Just trying to figure out if round two should be on the couch or on the kitchen counter.”
