ceo tim drake x assistant!reader, fluff and smut (first time writing smut be nice!!!!) MDNI!!! idiots in love, yearner tim drake, (he whimpers :0), based on this request
It was always slow at Wayne Enterprises around noon. Everyone went to lunch and since you were Tim Drake’s assistant, your lunch hours were different.
You had been mindlessly playing with a W.E pen when you saw Bruce Wayne approaching. Your whole body went rigid at the sight and you quickly opened a random Word document in your computer to pretend to be busy.
Except he didn’t spare you a glance and went straight towards Tim’s glass office doors.
He had that infamous Bruce Wayne stoic expression on his face. Eyebrows slanted, eyes blazed, lips turned upside down. It was enough to make you jump out of your chair.
“Mr. Wayne!” You said and stumbled towards the door of Tim’s office to stop Bruce from going in. “Can I help you?”
“I need to see Tim,” he said with finality in his tone. Jeez did the man ever smile?
“I’m sorry he’s unavailable right now, I can take a message,” you replied with a tight smile.
“It’s urgent,” Bruce pressed.
“I’m afraid he’s on a very important call and asked not to be disturbed.”
“I’m sure he can make time,” he replied, voice getting impatient.
“Okay um, can I at least go in and let him know you’re here?” You asked, hand already turning the doorknob.
Bruce didn’t say anything in return. Which was approval in itself.
You gave him another forced smile and entered Tim’s office.
As expected, he was curled up on the couch that probably cost a million. A throw pillow was clutched in one of his arms while the other was hanging off the side of the couch along with his red tie that he hadn’t even bothered to take off.
When he showed up to work this morning, he looked like he’d been through the ringer last night. Hair disheveled and messy as if he had forgotten to douse it in gel –no pomade (like he had corrected you multiple times) the way he did every morning. Eyes swollen and red and a fresh bruise on his jaw.
Maybe your boss was an underground fight club member.
It almost broke your heart to wake him up, he looked so peaceful and young like this. Like a guy his age should look.
Against your will, you kneeled down next to him and brushed his hair off his face. An involuntary smile appeared on your face at the sight of Tim sleeping and you mentally scolded yourself for it.
The months and months of progress you’ve made to bury your feelings for your boss was not about to go to waste just because he looked adorable while he was sleeping.
He didn’t even stir so you shook his shoulder a bit harder and called out his name again.
“Tim!” You hushed and he finally stirred awake.
“Hey,” he blinked and stared at you with wide blue eyes. “What's up?” He asked, rubbing his eyes open.
“Bruce is here,” you informed.
“Huh?” He asked again and sat up straight.
“Bruce, he’s here,” you repeated.
“Right!” Tim sprang up and tightened his tie before lightly slapping himself awake.
He rounded his desk and sat down on his chair before gulping down the glass of water sitting there.
“Send him in,” he said to you.
You nodded your head and walked out to let Bruce know Tim was ready for him.
“All good,” you smiled at Bruce and gestured for him to go in before going back to your desk.
There was nothing to do. You had answered emails, scheduled Tim’s meetings and organised your desk and it wasn’t even 1 o’clock yet.
Usually Tim was there to entertain you. Sure he had his CEO duties but you usually lounged in his office, sometimes playing chess and sometimes talking about random things while everyone else went for lunch. And sometimes you didn’t even talk, he did his work while you did yours on your little work iPad you carried around.
But today he had been exceptionally tired and the two energy drinks he had didn’t do shit to keep him awake.
He was a good enough boss. Better than your last one really and it probably stemmed from the fact that he was your age.
You had expected a pompous rich nepo baby asshole who happened to have a rich dad who gave him the CEO job for the hell of it when you had applied for the position.
But Tim was none of those things, in fact he was one of the nicest people you knew. A little awkward but extremely talkative and funny in a way most people didn’t really get.
You did though, you laughed with him. You got all of his jokes. Not only his jokes but you had developed a habit of knowing all of his tells. It felt like the two of you had your own secret language.
Like if he was in an extremely boring meeting he didn’t want to be a part of, he would look at you through the glass doors in a silent prayer that only you could understand.
The way his voice always got an octave higher when he was talking about something he liked –which more often than not, only happened when you were around.
It was these little things that added up this last year that made you fall for your boss. And no you wouldn’t tell anyone about this.
You would die with it buried deep in your chest and maybe when he got married to someone one day you would read about it in the newspaper and look away.
Not only was he your boss but you were 101% sure he did not feel the same way.
To him, you were someone he could ask for coffee, to reschedule his meetings and to keep his father away when he took his afternoon naps. He would never see you as a potential romantic partner and you were okay with it.
Plus he paid you enough. If for nothing, you could keep your feelings to yourself for that.
You looked at the glass wall of his office, blinds now drawn up.
Bruce was standing in front of his desk with his palm flat on it. Tim was nodding along to whatever he said but you could tell he wasn’t really listening.
Then he looked up and his eyes met yours.
Those perfect blue doe eyes of his that always made you melt. That made you believe that maybe you could risk it all.
You made a face at him and he smiled. It lit up your whole heart.
A few minutes later, Bruce was gone. All he gave you before leaving was a curt nod.
You were out of your seat and inside Tim’s office within seconds.
“He looked scary today, everything okay?” You checked and sat down on one of the chairs in front of his desk.
“Yeah,” Tim let out a loud sigh and tilted his head back. “Another god damn gala next week.”
You snickered. All the Wayne kids hated these galas so much. “Good luck.”
“You’re coming too,” Tim said.
“No thank you,” you scoffed. “I’ve already worn all the nice dresses I had to your galas. Plus, I have a movie date with myself next Saturday. Can’t make it.”
“Reschedule it,” he dismissed.
“You’re not my boss on the weekends Mr. Drake-Wayne.”
“No but I assumed I was your friend and I’m asking for a friendly favour.”
“That’s not how you ask for favours,” you quipped.
“Please, pretty please. I’ll pay for the dress and take you to lunch,” he pleaded with a little pout and fuck if you even stood a chance.
“Thank you,” he smiled. “I don’t know what I would do without you.”
“Crash and burn,” you replied.
“I truly would,” he sighed.
You got up from the chair before he could see you getting all flustered and giddy at his stupid remark and left the office.
Tim watched you go and didn’t say anything. Maybe he was still groggy from his little nap or maybe he had given up but either way, he didn’t come up with any more excuses to keep you in his office.
He didn’t really need an assistant, not really. But Bruce had been breathing down his neck about getting one so he could focus more on his other activities.
And when he saw you stumble inside his office and shake his extended hand with your opposite hand, he knew he had to hire you.
Who needs a doctorate for answering phone calls anyway and you were qualified enough.
He was so sure he had made an ass out of himself when he introduced himself to you. But you were equally as awkward, it was a match.
And so what if he didn’t tell you that the company phone he had given you tracked your location.
It wasn’t always there, just after the Christmas party incident of last year when one of Gotham’s many villains decided to pay Wayne Enterprises a visit.
He had to go be Red Robin, he couldn’t exactly keep you safe like that. So a week later you had gotten a brand new company phone which had all the necessary numbers already added in and as Tim told you, it would alert the authorities immediately if you called the number.
He didn’t mention it would alert him before the cops.
In his defense, he just wanted you safe when he couldn’t reach you. You already lived in a shady neighbourhood, he did not want you to be unsafe everywhere else too.
Honestly he paid you enough he still didn’t get why you couldn’t move. Maybe he had to talk to the accounting department to see if he can give you another raise.
Your complaints about your apartment building never stopped. He even hired someone to go over to that building and fix everything they could and even that hadn’t been enough.
A busted intercom, really?
That had been his biggest concern.
Anyway he had gotten it changed the next day.
He watched you now through the glass wall of his office. You were swivelling in your chair, clearly bored out of your mind since he only ever gave you just enough work to not draw any suspicions. Everything else was handled by him.
He picked up the phone on his desk and dialled your desk phone.
You picked it up and in the sweetest voice possible said, “Mister Drake’s office, how can I help you?”
“Mister Drake would like to know why’s his assistant pouting,” Tim said through the phone.
You sighed and looked at him through the wall.
“I’m bored and I’m done with work.”
“Let’s go for coffee then,” Tim offered before he could stop himself. He would give you the world if he could.
“Tim, you have a 1:30 with Lucius Fox,” you reminded him.
“Nooo,” he groaned and put his head on the table. “I don’t want tooooo,” he whined.
“Tough,” you chuckled in response and hung up.
Five seconds later, Tim was leaving his office and coming to you.
He leaned back onto your desk, a bit too close than you’d have liked him to be. You could smell his cologne –something citrusy and rich which made you think of all the wrong things.
“What does Lucius want?” Tim asked and picked up the paperweight from your desk.
“I don’t know, he wouldn’t say,” you rolled your eyes. “A measly little assistant like me wouldn’t even begin to understand the big boy things you do.”
He chuckled and set the paperweight down. “It’s probably just something about the new bio tech subdivision.”
“You’re right I don’t know shit about it,” you said.
“You don’t have to stop working and talk to me just because I’m bored. You should probably be yelling at me or giving me work to do,” you said. “It’ll look like you’re playing favourites.”
“You’re right. Ahem,” he coughed and furrowed his eyebrows. “How dare you sit there and be idle!” He yelled in a serious tone.
“As hilarious as that was,” you smiled. “It’s nearly time for your meeting. Shoo,” you dismissed him.
He whined again. “Can we switch jobs for one day?”
“If I get paid as much as you do, probably yes. Now leave!” You ordered and pushed him off your desk but of course he was probably like 180 something pounds of pure muscle so it was a futile attempt.
“Yeah okay,” Tim sighed and finally moved. “I do need you to check the tech and the accounting files though.”
“I will,” you nodded and swivelled your chair to pull out the chest of drawers that had all the files.
It wasn’t until 9 PM that Tim left his office. He probably had one of the longest days of his life today and all he wanted to do was go home and sleep for as many hours as he could before he had to leave for patrol.
But when he saw you still sitting on your desk, he stopped short.
The whole office was already dark, everyone else having gone home. The only light that was on was the lamp on your desk, it cast a painfully white glow on your face but it didn’t make you any less beautiful to him.
“Hey,” Tim said, cutting the silence. “Thought you went home?”
“No I was just finishing up with the files,” you said and turned off your computer. “I thought I was the only one here.”
“I’m just leaving,” he smiled.
“Yeah me too as soon as I find an uber,” you sighed.
“What happened to your car?” Tim asked as you two made your way towards the elevator together.
“Well I took it to the mechanic and he offered me 500 dollars to give it to him so he could pull it apart and use the good parts that still worked,” you replied.
“Good. It was a safety hazard,” he chided and pressed the button for the basement.
“Excuse you,” you huffed.
“I’ll give you a ride,” Tim offered. He didn’t know exactly why he offered but he did and the look on your face made him immediately regret it.
“No that’s okay, I’ll just wait downstairs,” you politely declined.
Nope you wouldn’t. And he didn’t entirely agree with you going home in your weird sketchy neighbourhood in an uber this late at night.
“Come on, I don’t mind. I have to ensure my employees’ safety,” he pressed.
“Well if you have to,” you agreed with a dramatic breath.
Good, you saved him an hour of looking obsessively at his phone just to see if you safely made it home.
He hid his smile and walked out of the elevator after you, quickly making his way to his car.
He opened the passenger side of the door for you, getting a bit too close to shut it behind you then scolding himself for it when the smell of your fruity shampoo wafted over him.
It was truly pathetic of him.
He walked over to his side next and started the car, pulling out of the basement parking lot.
“Thank you for this, you not only saved me time but also money,” you chuckled.
“I’m more than happy to take you home until you get a new car,” he replied then told himself to calm the fuck down.
“That’s okay I usually go home with Zack, he lives around the corner from my apartment.”
Well Zack’s hours will be changing soon.
“Huh,” Tim said and added in your address to his gps.
“How do you know my address?” You frowned.
“It was in your file when you interviewed,” the lie rolled off his tongue so easily it was honestly impressive.
“Oh I didn’t think you read all that,” you said with a surprised chuckle.
“I don’t usually, I read yours though.”
“Why?” You asked, looking over at him.
All he could do in response was shrug.
Silence fell over the two of you after that. It was surprising to Tim how he could be quiet for that long considering he literally never shut up and had the habit of rambling when he was nervous and oh he was nervous around you alright.
It wasn’t awkward though, it was the silence of two people who knew and liked each other and could be in each other’s company without needing to have a conversation to fill the awkward gap.
He was giving you glances occasionally. You were looking out of the window with a content expression and Tim smiled to himself at that.
It took everything in him to remain seated and not reach over and kiss you.
He had the sudden urge to go stargazing with you. It was strange and he was beginning to lose his mind.
A pit of despair fell into his stomach when he turned the corner of your apartment.
He parked the car right outside the curb of your apartment building and got out first. With rushing footsteps, he walked over to your side and pulled the door open before you could.
You gave him a puzzled look and stepped out.
“I should be the one doing that for you, I’m the assistant,” you joked and walked over to the door of your building with Tim behind you.
“Office hours are over. I like to think we’re friends when we’re not colleagues,” he said and stopped right in front of the stairs leading up to the lobby of your apartment.
You stood on the first step, now nearly the same height as him but not quite.
“Thank you,” you smiled shyly and clutched the binders you were holding in your right arm closer to your chest while the left held your laptop bag.
“You’re welcome,” Tim smiled back.
Just as you opened your mouth to say something to keep the conversation going, your phone began ringing in the pocket of your pencil skirt. It was an important call too considering it was your company phone that was buzzing at 9 PM.
“Can you?” You asked, gesturing towards your busy hands.
“Oh um,” he furrowed his brows and looked at you in confusion.
“My phone!” You repeated impatiently.
“Right!” He replied and stepped forward.
One of his arms was curling around your waist so he could reach the back pocket of your skirt. His chest was flush against yours, his cheek touching yours while his palm was snaking inside the back pocket of your skirt.
Your breath hitched immediately at his touch. His hand was warm. And big. And you could feel it against your ass.
His other hand was pinching the fabric of your skirt in his hands to hold it down so he could pull your phone out and your brain short circuited.
By the time he took the phone out, it had stopped ringing.
You looked up at him with wide eyes. He was so close that you could see his crystal blue eyes clearly.
“I meant I needed you to hold my bag,” you let out in a low voice.
“I’m sorry,” he murmured, still just an inch away from you.
He licked his suddenly dry lips. His arm was still curled around your waist and your chest was still pressed against his but he didn’t dare let you go.
“It’s fine,” you replied and looked away from him, too flustered to even be around him.
“Sorry,” He quickly repeated and finally let you go when he saw the look on your face. “I don’t know why I did that.”
“Well, bye!” You said and this time, you didn’t spare him another glance before running inside.
Yeah he was definitely going to have to quit his job and stay home and never leave his apartment.
When you got to work the next morning, you decided to forget the night before happened. So Tim Drake –your boss (who you had feelings for, not to mention) gave you a ride home. So what? He probably did that with all his employees. And it was a simple misunderstanding that he had his hand on your ass to pull your phone out.
That's what you had been telling yourself all the way to work.
What the hell was he doing anyway? He was your boss. He was your boss who you had very strong feelings for and he shouldn’t be this close to you while looking like that when he was the reason you stayed up all night overthinking every interaction.
The next few days at work included you avoiding Tim at all costs and him doing the same.
He walked over to his office every morning and never even spared you a glance which was so unlike him because he always stopped at your desk in the mornings to chit chat about random things. It was one of your favourite things about him, his ability to talk and talk.
You looked at him through the glass wall one time despite yourself. He was leaning his head back on his chair with both of his hands covering his face like he was having an existential crisis.
You quickly looked away before he could look at you because that had been your thing, he always somehow caught your eyes.
For the next few days, you worked and worked and didn’t give Tim one glance or even talk to him unless absolutely necessary.
It was Saturday now, the night of the gala.
You were in the makeshift ballroom on the ground floor of the Wayne Enterprises building where the gala was supposed to be held.
Tim hadn’t been here yet and you were somewhat grateful for that. You still needed to get your nerves together before you could see him again after avoiding him for days.
He hadn’t been joking when he told you he would pay for your dress because he had and it was a very expensive gift that you were wearing.
It was a simple sleek black full body dress that had rhinestones on the corseted chest area and you were utterly grateful for Tim’s black amex card.
As if you had summoned him by thinking about him, he walked in with Dick, Steph and Cass behind him.
His eyes immediately spotted you at the bar with none other than Zack.
You were laughing at something he had said and it was enough to make Tim clench his teeth in frustration.
It was almost as if you two were tethered because you felt his gaze on you and before he could even approach, you met his eyes from across the room.
You excused yourself from Zack and went over to Tim and his siblings.
Steph immediately engulfed you in a friendly hug. So did Cass while complimenting your dress. Dick hugged you as well because he was Dick and he was a hugger.
It would look extremely weird if you only left out Tim so you quickly reached forward to give him an awkward side hug but he put both his arms on your waist instead.
You pulled away but he still lingered, hands still clutching your waist until he finally let you go and gave you an awkward smile.
“You look…” he trailed off and swallowed thickly, looking you up and down.
Like out of his wet dream?
“Gorgeous,” he settled on the safest option.
“Oh look alcohol!” Steph cheered and quickly walked away with Cass behind her.
“I’ll just uh,” Dick said and gave you a tight smile before leaving you two alone.
“Thank you,” you smiled and felt your cheeks heat up under Tim’s scrutinised gaze.
“You’re welcome,” he smiled back. “Hey, I need to talk to you about something in my office and I’m afraid it can’t wait,” he said in one breath.
“Is everything okay?” You asked, suddenly worried.
“Yeah yeah,” he shook his head. “Just something work related.”
“Okay…” You said and followed him towards the elevator to go up to his office.
“I uh,” he began once you two were in his office. “I’m sorry. About that night. I shouldn’t have touched you like that, I wasn’t thinking. I think I’m just leaning too much on you and it’s not fair to either of us. I’m your boss and it’s just inappropriate.”
“Tim,” you said and backed away from him. “It’s fine, you sound like you’re breaking up with me,” you chuckled then mentally slapped yourself.
He laughed too but it felt forced. “Maybe. Um look, you’ve been a great employee and I swear you’ve saved my life multiple times. At times, it felt like I couldn’t have survived this job if it wasn’t for you and I’m so so grateful–”
“Are you firing me?” You interrupted his rambling.
“No!” He exclaimed. “I’m offering you a promotion. It’s in the marketing department. It’s the job you’re most qualified for based on your resume and you’ve proven more than once that you’re a great employee so,” he stopped and looked at you expectantly.
“Oh,” was all you could say. “That’s… a lot.”
“Take your time to think about it,” he added quickly.
“It means you won’t be my boss anymore,” you said instead.
“Yeah,” Tim replied with a small smile.
And that felt like a small win.
The offer had been a surprise even to him. He had to go talk to Tam and she didn’t understand why he suddenly wanted to get rid of you but it all clicked together within seconds.
He had looked so miserable while talking about how amazing of an employee you were. She got the feeling he didn’t want to let you go as much as he wanted to let you in.
He couldn’t stand to be your boss anymore and he would pray to any god who would listen that you accepted the offer.
You stared at the clock ticking behind Tim for a second before your eyes landed on his crooked tie.
“Don’t be rude. I had to watch a youtube tutorial because my assistant who always did my ties has been avoiding me,” he said before he could stop himself.
“I’m not avoiding you,” you sighed and stepped closer to fix his tie.
Tim’s heated gaze stayed on you as your fingers brushed his neck and collar to fix his tie. He had known how to tie a tie of course he had, you don’t grow up in the upper class world of Gotham without learning how to tie a tie.
But the first time you had seen him in his office with his tie turned backwards during your first week at the job and offered to do it for him, he had let you.
He had been a fool that entire meeting. He didn’t hear a word Bruce said, just kept looking at his tie with a stupid smile plastered on his face.
He had vowed to never do his ties again after that. Any excuse to get you to touch him was enough.
You stood inches away from him now in the dim light of his office. Looking something out of his wildest fantasies and he didn’t know how much longer he could pretend.
The detective in him had also noticed the shift in you too. How your breathing got shorter every time he was in your vicinity, how your eyes always sought him out, how you laughed way too loudly you almost snorted whenever he made a joke.
Maybe he had won and maybe you did want him after all but he would never do anything on a whim to jeopardise what you had. He’d be your friend forever if it meant he could keep you in his life.
“We missed our chess game this week,” he said now, in a low voice as he gazed down at your pouty lips perfectly painted with gloss that he would think about until the day he died.
“I was busy with work,” you lied.
You stayed put in your spot just inches away from Tim even after you were done fixing his tie. A palm glued flat on his chest while the other fell helplessly at your side.
You blinked as if something had finally snapped you back to reality and moved away from him.
Just as you turned around to leave, Tim’s common sense bid him goodbye too.
He was quick to grab your wrist and jerk you back towards his chest. Before either of you could ever process what was happening, Tim’s lips were on yours.
A surprised gasp left your mouth at the sudden kiss. Your eyes blown wide in complete contrast to Tim’s closed ones. He wrapped his arms around your waist to keep you flushed against him in case he was dreaming again.
He pulled away and rested his forehead against yours, realising what he had done.
“I’m sorr-” he began but you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him back down for a kiss.
One of his arms remained around your waist while the other rubbed up and down your back like he was too scared to even loosen his grip in case you disappeared.
“Tim,” you managed to speak between the searing hot kisses he was giving you.
“Yeah?” He asked and reached for your mouth again, taking your bottom lip between his teeth.
“Wait,” you panted and pushed him away.
He finally relented and let you go. Chest heaving with so much hunger for you he was practically buzzing.
“We can’t do this, you’re still my boss,” you murmured.
“Yeah,” he chuckled without any humour and wiped your lip gloss off his mouth. “Let’s go back.”
“Tim, wait,” you said and he turned around to look at you. “I said we can’t do this. While you’re my boss,” you repeated.
“I get it,” he took in a frustrated breath and ran his ring clad hand through his raven hair. “You don’t have to repeat it. I didn’t forget.”
“You know for a prodigy you really are dense,” you quipped, making him look at you in confusion. “I’m saying I accept the offer you idiot.”
“Oh!” His eyes widened and a grin broke out on his face.
You smiled and stared at him, waiting for him to kiss you again but he just stood there and mirrored your expression.
“What?” He asked in confusion.
“Oh right!” He jumped forward and picked you up, causing you to giggle before he sat you down on his desk.
“You’re so stupid,” you chastised.
He rested his forehead against yours. “Careful, I’m technically still your boss.”
“Sorry, Mr. Drake,” you mewled, trailing your painted nail down his clothed chest.
Tim sucked in a breath and finally kissed you again with all his of pent up hunger pouring out in one single kiss.
“You have no idea,” he spoke in a deep voice, momentarily stopping sucking on your bottom lip to talk. “Always in those damn skirts of yours, sitting right in front me.”
“Shh,” he said and put his finger on your glossy lips.
You looked at him through a needy gaze before parting your lips so your tongue could slip out and swirl around his finger.
He swallowed thickly and closed his eyes for a second at the sight of you parting your lips to wrap around his finger.
“Fuck,” he cursed and parted your legs so he could slot himself in between them.
With a tsk, he pulled his hand away from your mouth and trailed it down your neck and collarbones, leaving goosebumps of desire in his wake.
Once he reached your breasts, he brushed his thumb over one nipple through the fabric of your dress and you could have sworn your brain shut down at the sensation that shot through your whole body and ended up right between your legs.
“Tim,” you whispered and pulled him towards you by his tie. “I need you…”
“Need me to what?” He asked against your mouth like the little shit he was.
“You know,” you groaned in impatience.
“I don’t,” he smirked, feigning innocence.
“I am touching you,” he replied and bit his bottom lip to stop himself from smiling at your already fucked out state.
“You’re so annoying,” you rolled your eyes and pushed him away to hop off the desk but he laughed instead and stopped you.
“You can’t even say you want me to fuck you,” he chuckled condescendingly.
Your cheeks heated at his crudeness but you didn’t say anything. Not that you could because he immediately got down on his knees right in front of you and slowly with careful hands, pushed your dress up.
He trailed wet open mouthed kisses from your calf to your inner thigh, making your chest heave up and down in excitement.
He parted your knees next and cursed under his breath at the sight or your lace panties.
“You wear that for me?” He asked and looked up at you through long black lashes.
“No…” You teased. “It was for Zack.”
“Oh?” He raised a brow and put his thumb right where you needed him, applying just enough pressure through your panties as a form of punishment. “Then why aren’t you with him? Why are you here letting me touch you like this?” he finished and applied even more pressure until your jaw went slack in pleasure.
“Tim please,” you whimpered.
“Maybe I should leave you here like this, spread open on my desk for Zack to find,” he clicked his tongue and pulled his hand away, about to stand up.
“Don’t you dare!” You fumed and pushed him back down with your hand in his hair.
He chuckled triumphantly like he was so proud for calling your bluff and moved closer to press a light kiss over your panties. “You still haven’t told me what you need from me?”
“I need you to make me cum,” you whined, voice cracking like you were about to cry with how turned on you were.
“Don’t cry sweetheart I’ll take care of you,” Tim cooed. “You just had to ask.”
“I’m asking you,” you bit your bottom lip when you felt his long and nimble fingers slide your panties down your thighs so slowly it felt like torture.
He kept pressing wet kisses on your thighs until your panties were off and tucked away safely in the pocket of his suit jacket.
His thumb found its way back to your clit –this time without the barrier of your panties. You immediately melted at the strange yet pleasant feeling of his fingers rubbing your wetness.
“Who got you this wet?” He murmured with so much desire in his voice, you were surprised he hadn’t fucked you yet.
“You did,” you whispered.
“See? You can be a good girl, just need a little nudge,” he gave you a sweet smile and put his fingers back on your clit.
He leaned even closer and finally put his lips on you, swirling his hot tongue around your wetness. Your mind went blank at the first flick of his tongue and all you could do was let out small whimpers of pleasure.
He let go of your dress that he was holding up, causing it to fall over his head and used both of his hands to part your legs even further.
His finger came back and prodded at your opening before slowly pushing in, causing your fingers to tighten up in his hair. He grunted at the feeling which in turn sent a wave of pleasure through you.
“Oh… fuck,” you gasped when he nipped at your clit. “Right there, fuck!”
You felt yourself get closer and closer to your release with each movement of his finger in and out of you moving in tandem with little flicks of his tongue on your clit and right when the coil in your stomach was about to break, he pulled away.
“What the fuck?” You bellowed.
He pulled his head out of your dress and stood up to his full height, lips now swollen and glistening with your juices. A teasing smirk made its way on his lips at your reaction but he didn’t do anything about it.
Instead, the asshole just stood there and sucked your juices off his fingers.
“Why’d you stop?” You whined and he stepped forward.
He pressed his lips against yours in response. You could taste yourself on his tongue as it tangled with yours before he finally pulled away and walked over to the front of his desk.
“Tim what's so important right now?” You watched him in impatience as he opened the drawer and pulled out a condom.
“You have a condom just sitting there?”
“Yeah,” he shrugged and came in to stand in front of you. “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to fuck you. I had to be prepared in case the opportunity presented itself.”
“You are so weird,” you giggled and watched as he took off his dress jacket and tossed it on an empty chair.
“Weird or practical?” Tim asked with a raise of his eyebrows.
You pulled him forward by his tie again instead of answering and plucked the condom out of his hand. He watched as your fingers traveled down to unbutton his dress pants with such determination he would almost smile at how cute you were if he wasn’t hard as a rock.
Your lips found their place in the crook of his neck, pressing wet kisses everywhere you could on the exposed skin while you fiddled with the button of his pants.
His pants finally came off low enough for his bulge to be free from the painful confines. Your lips were still attached to his neck, giving him hickeys just because you could and just because he looked too damn delicious in that black suit of his.
“Possessive much?” He chuckled.
You pushed his boxers down and his cock sprang free. Your eyes travelled low to take in the sight of the leaking red tip of his cock. It probably wasn’t appropriate to think of dicks as pretty but you weren’t sure if there was any other way to describe Tim’s.
Tearing the foil wrapper open with your teeth, you rolled the condom onto his dick with precision, causing him to let out a shaky breath.
“Okay enough,” he grunted and swatted your hand away, taking his cock in his own hands.
He tugged it once, twice before putting the tip right over your clit, not quite pushing it in.
“Tim I swear to god…” You threatened through gritted teeth which was enough for him.
He finally pushed all the way in, knocking the breath out of your lungs.
“Fuuuck,” he moaned, head falling forward on your shoulder.
He turned his head to the side and pulled your earlobe between his teeth before letting it go and nipping at the exposed skin of your neck.
“Move, please,” you croaked.
“You feel so much better than I imagined,” he moaned and began thrusting in and out of you. “And believe me I’ve thought about this a lot.”
“Pervert,” you giggled and wrapped your arms around his shoulders.
“If you knew half the things that went through my head every time I saw you…” He trailed off and raised his head up from your shoulder.
He attached his lips to your collarbones instead, the deep V line of your dress exposing enough of your skin for him to go feral. He kissed and sucked on your skin until he reached the valley between your breasts.
“Tim!” You cried out in pleasure, feeling his tip hit all the right places.
“Keep saying my name,” he coaxed and licked your nipple through the fabric of your dress.
“God fuck!” You screamed, hands coming back to his dark locks. “Keep going!”
He raised his head back to his full height and rested his forehead against yours, still thrusting in and out of you at a relentless pace.
The wooden desk rocked back and forth underneath the two of you with each harsh thrust he delivered accompanied by a whimper and he sounded so pretty you couldn’t help but kiss him.
Your other hand flew to the side to grip the edge of the table but it collided with the pen holder instead, causing it to fall down on the floor with a clatter.
“You feel like a dream,” he panted against your lips. “Fuck baby… so… warm… you’re made for this. For me, aren’t you?”
“I’m close,” you cried once the earlier feeling of your impending release washed over you again.
“Say it,” Tim gritted. “Say this pussy belongs to me and I’ll let you cum.”
“Fuck!” You cried again and pulled at his dark hair. “It’s yours, it’s always been yours.”
“Yeah?” He pecked your lips and sped up his pace. “God I’m so in love with you,” he confessed through clenched teeth.
“I… I love you too,” you whispered.
“Cum for me baby,” he cooed and reached his hand down to rub tight circles on your clit. “Cum on my cock. Show me how much you love me.”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Apparently it was the only thing you could chant as you fell apart on his cock.
“I love you… fuuuck… I love you so much,” he almost whined in his fucked out state before finally releasing into the condom.
Tim immediately fell limp on top of you, not caring that you were both still dressed in extremely expensive clothes and had a whole gala to go back to.
Your hand came up again to cradle his head to your shoulder while he tried to regulate his breathing.
“You mean it?” He asked and looked at you through glossy eyes. “You love me?”
“I do,” you smiled and cupped his cheeks. “I’ve loved you for about a year now,” you said with a shy smile.
“I might actually be an idiot,” he laughed at himself and slowly pulled out of you, making you both gasp.
“I can’t believe you fucked me on your desk,” you said like suddenly realising what you had done while you fixed the top of your dress.
The condom was discarded now and his boxers and pants were pulled up. If it wasn’t the mess of his hair and the hickey on his neck, you would have no idea what just happened mere seconds ago.
He grabbed a few tissues from the desk and cleaned you up before helping you off the table. He was being so careful and gentle with you it was almost impossible to believe he was the same person who rearranged your insides just a minute ago.
“Tim, my panties?” You looked around the dim office in confusion, trying to remember where he threw them off in the haze of want and need.
“I think I’ll hang on to those,” he smirked and pulled you in for another kiss.
this was such a fun request, thank you anon! hope it was what you wanted!
whys writing smut so hard? i always think i’m so bad at it
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