Tai ☠︎

You’re taking off your boots when he turns around, unaware of the glare directed towards you. “You really want to know what’s wrong? Seriously?” Tim’s facing you when you look up, and that annoying smile grows on your face. “--Like you don’t know..” He huffs, crossing his arms. 

You just shake your head innocently. “How would I know? We had a successful mission, a nice walk back, I’m about to make some dinner.” You’re fucking with him, but it’s gone over his head. “Oh- Oh a ‘successful’ mission! When you go against the plan, drag a guy into the woods and kill him. Real successful.” 

“Why stalk him when we can just finish him off?” You feign confusion, and Tim groans. It wasn't like you were a brand new proxy. It was really just you not wanting to waste time, you knew that eventually another task would come through to kill the man in the woods. It was just a matter of finishing up early instead of trekking around the forest at night. Tim was more straight laced than that, wanting things to go his way rather than listen to someone else. 

“You’d rather be reckless than safe, that’s fine. Just do it when you’re alone and I don’t have to watch you seduce random guys into the bushes.” He tosses his hands, making his way into the small kitchen. You follow. His subtle confession only makes you more interested. 

“Seduce?” You muse, and he huffs again. Tim’s trying not to look your way. He’s ‘busy’ looking in the fridge while you get closer. “I think I know what’s wrong…maybe…” You tease, poking his arm holding the door open with your index. “You’re jealous?” 

Tim straightens, the fridge slamming closed. He still won’t look at you. “How can I be jealous? You’re annoying.” 

You don’t move, instead standing your ground against his small tantrum. “Well, I just thought with that whole ‘seducing’ line..” Tim cuts you off, a finger raised to shut you up. “Because you did- Maybe if you actually listened for once–”

“What? Gonna punish me?” The hearts in your eyes form as you watch him process your teasing. Your hands behind your back, smile on your face.

Once the dots connect, you see his expression darken. “Punishment’s one word for it.” You think you’re getting away with it before he moves, he never followed up on your weird flirting before. Tim’s build easily engulfs yours, you could never overpower him. He grabs at your waist, hoisting you over his shoulder. You squirm against him even if it doesn’t get you anywhere. His arm holds you in place while he walks you towards his bedroom. His boots thud against the floor, each step feeling the weight of his patience. 

The room at the end of the hall. Just next to yours, you watch it disappear as he kicks the door shut behind him. 

The bed’s made neatly, untouched before you’re thrown onto the cotton sheets. Tim stands at the foot of the mattress, watching you adjust yourself up. You go to speak before he moves his palm over his belt to undo it. “Just shut the fuck up.” He sighs, leather unrolling from each loop before hitting the ground with a loud metal clang. 

His knee bends on the plush sheets, moving in closer towards you. Your thighs part, trembling from the nerves. You’d never made it this far. This was Tim, serious Tim. The guy who’s face flushed red when he couldn’t handle your disobedience. His hands are still fumbling at his zipper with each inch closer towards you. Your eyes trailed up his torso, along his flannel buttons and to his very focused gaze. Your reflexes cause you to try and back up before he closes in on you. 

He’s a better kisser than you imagined. Pushing past your guarded knees to meet you. His stubble scratches against you, but you barely take note. Hands travelling up to his hair, your fingers curling softly while he’s holding onto your hips. Moving you down and pulling down at the belt loops of your jeans. 

“Y…You’re so wet..” He starts breathless from the kiss, you’re too dazed to notice your pants had made it halfway down your thighs. The pads of his index and middle finger prod at the wet center of your underwear. A moan escapes you, eyes clamping shut and unable to see the smirk on his face while he watches you squirm at his light touch.

The fabric pushed to the side, Tim takes his time tracing you with a torturously slow pace. “T-Tim….pleaseee…” You whine quietly, hands balling up over your eyes trying to hide the tears that prickled from his teasing. 

“If this was all it took to get you to behave, I should’a fucked you months ago.” He muses before circling your clit with a heavier hand. Your fists crash into the sheets by your hips, grasping for your life against the tension. “You agree, yeah?” He’s having too much fun. Sitting back on his heels for a better look at you. Tim seemed more than proud of himself for disarming you like this. 

His free hand is pulling your jeans off and tossing them off the bed. Tim is usually more composed, but you can’t help but note his growing impatience. Pushing your thighs up, he moves to saddle you on his still-clothed crotch. His erection budding against your ass through the break in his zipper.

 “You gonna say something? Or just lay there and be good?” 

No response only seems to make him happier, your head bashfully turned to the side. He’s pulling himself out of his boxers and lining up with your entrance. Wet slick coating his head as he massaged along your slit. “Don’t worry, I know you can take it.” Tim dotes while admiring the view. 

He’s thick, a black trail peeking out from under his shirt and leading down and around the base of his shaft. Tim prods against you, a twinge of pain sounding in you as he pushes deeper. Probing against your tight walls, you feel every movement. Every throb of his cock vibrating through you. You’re trying not to cry out, covering your mouth with a still tight fist. 

Tim finds your wrist with his hand that isn’t focused on your core. Pulling your makeshift gag from your lips and moving it to replace his hand over your clit.

You finally look up at him through teary eyes, and see how he’s starting to come undone.

His damp fingers work at the buttons on his flannel, showing dark hair that spread across his chest. His face that familiar blush, brows furrowed in concentration. “You’re tight…fuck…” Through gritted teeth he tries to regain his composure. “Feel how wet..?” He’s looking at you through dark lashes. His appearance was so perverted, you felt like a freak just looking up at him. You tightened again, eliciting a low groan from him. His head rolls back as he moves. Not even checking on you, your hand drifts to hold at the fabric of your slightly bloodied shirt. You stretched without much effort, he fit perfectly after only a minute inside you. Your pussy leaked around him, skin meeting skin filled the room as he managed to find a rhythm. 

His thumbs pressed into your hips, his grip firm while he fucked into you. Your head spinning with every thrust, every deep breath to compose himself, every heated look into your eyes. 

You don’t remember how many times he makes you cum, or when you’d both lost the rest of your clothing. Only that the sky past the old linen curtains had melted into a pitch black, which you only noticed after curling up into Tim’s side. Sweat sticking you both together with no intention of breaking apart any time soon.

“I don’t think I really count that as a punishment, by the way.” You break the silence with your over-used voice. A tired laugh bounces his chest, shaking you before falling back to calm.

“Yeah, I was hoping you’d forget about that line.” Tim retorts back, his hand travelling from rubbing circles into your back to petting your hair down. “It’s okay, Tim.” You smile, raising your head to look at him. “You can always try again next time.”