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He didn’t give in easily, but neither did you. You were stubborn, and so was he.
Two stubborn beings who just so happened to fall in love and make it everyone else’s problem.
You were often paired due to Slenderman knowing exactly how well you worked together outside of the bickering and the arguing. It always ended up with a plan being perfectly executed. You weren’t a proxy, but this was likely Slenderman trying to see if you were fit to be one as it was usually only Masky and no others. There were times you went with the other proxies, or if they were all busy, you’d get sent with someone lower ranking than you.
The ranking system often pissed you off. It was the only reason some of these idiots completed their missions successfully and at the minimum grade without being punished by Slenderman.
After another fucked up mission with Jeff, you stormed into the mansion, pissed and covered in blood. He failed the mission. You nearly got caught. You knew Slenderman was pissed.
“If I get punished because of your fuck-up, I’m wringing your neck and you’re doing my chores for an entire month.” You hissed, dragging the idiot by his hoodie through the hallway to the office you were dreading entering. “And if my rank goes down because of you, I might as well just copycat you and murder you with your own method.”
The door opened, and Masky stood on the other side, his dark eyes staring at you from the holes in his mask. Further irritation charged through you as you noticed he was about to open his stupid mouth beneath his stupid white mask that hid his stupidly attractive face.
“Don’t. I don’t wanna talk to you right now.” You spat, pulling Jeff in behind you despite his protests. You shoved him to the ground and heard a soft snicker from Masky as he closed the door.
It was a long lecture from Slenderman, but he fortunately let you off the hook since it ended up being entirely Jeff’s fault. You left once dismissed, hearing a shout from Jeff as you shut the door, uncaring of the consequences he will face.
“Tim wants to see you in his room.” Hoodie appeared next to you out of nowhere, and you gave him a look wanting to know why. “It was never said.” You rolled your eyes and headed upstairs, entering Masky’s room without bothering to knock first.
He looked up from where he was sitting at his bed, a lit cigarette between his lips and his window cracked enough to let the smoke out and air circulate. Without asking, you shut his door and went to open his window further.
“Didn’t say you could do that.”
“Didn’t care to ask.” You retorted to his half-hearted comment, moving to spread out across his bed as you usually did when you were in here. He ripped off your boots immediately, and you snickered, knowing they weren’t as dirty as the rest of your clothes. “Guess you gotta do laundry a day early.”
Tim’s eyes narrowed in irritation as he noticed his comforter was effectively dirtied. “You should clean them.”
“So you want to wait forever on your laundry?” You poked him, knowing there was a much longer line for non-proxies to do their laundry than for proxies. “You’d be better off doing them yourself.”
He took a long huff of his cigarette, and your eyes watched silently as his lips briefly wrapped around the orangish part of the paper. You slowly eyed the rest of his body as you had shamelessly done many times before. He wasn’t small in the slightest, and you loved that.
You preferred it.
Being one of the few women here, you had more choices of who you wanted to lust over, and unfortunately for you, your mind picked the beefy boy whose bed you were laying on.
That’s not to say he didn’t feel the same. Not at all.
If he didn’t you wouldn’t get away with half the shit you do, and you most certainly wouldn’t be laying on his bed in dirty clothes after he pulled your boots off. You most certainly wouldn’t have been able to barge in and open his window more.
Yeah, he definitely liked you too.
“Timmy.” You decided to annoy him for calling you in here and then basically annoying you after a few seconds. “Timmy.” Your finger jabbed into his back a few times before you shifted to press yourself against his back.
He moved immediately to pin you to his bed, which made your instincts flare up and make you grow submissive for the man above you. Your thighs clenched, and you hoped he didn’t notice as you continued staring up at the ridiculously attractive proxy.
“Well, this went better than expected.” You commented without thinking, some of your nerves getting to you. His eyes were dark, seeming to blend in with his dark hair and sideburns. “Do I gotta call you daddy now or what?”
Tim closed his eyes, and you noticed the way his lips threatened to quirk up with the cigarette still between them. “You are impossible.”
“Impossibly sexy, perhaps?”
“Yeah, we can go with that.” You watched his eyes slide back open as he finished off his cigarette, putting out the stub and closing the window. He shifted his weight to be pressing down against you, which you liked since it felt like he had power over you in more ways than what was typically seen.
Tim leaned down, dragging his deliciously large nose over the sensitive skin of your jugular. The soft feeling of him inhaling made you shift from how it tickled your skin in a way that gave you goosebumps. “Why don’t we become official already?” You asked him, knowing it was both obvious to the other that you were interested, you just both had commitment issues.
“Don’t ask me when we’re about to fuck.” He commanded, the sound of his voice sending a visible shiver through you. “Such a powerful killer, nearly a poxy herself, acting so submissive with her superior.”
His words turned you on more than they probably should have, making you inhale sharply. The scent of the woods was faint beneath the scent of the cigarette smoke that blanketed both Tim and his room. It filled your lungs like a toxin, and you would likely compare Tim’s touch to nicotine if you were to ever get past this stage of both of you being scared to commit to anything more than hookups and dates while also not allowing each other to get with anyone else.
The way his hand ran over your side sent heat through your veins that headed straight for your core. His hands were strong and powerful, firmly gripping your breasts. ‘Keep your hands up there.” He reminded you when you’d started to move your hands from where they’d been put above your head.
A soft noise of protest escaped you, but you listened to him anyway, knowing and loving that he was stronger than you. “Hurry up, Timmy.” You grumbled impatiently, his larger body straddling your hips to pin you down.
“Quit calling me that.” He stopped palming your breasts to put his elbows on either side of your head, his weight fully on you now. His lips brushed yours, and you greedily inhaled the scent of smoke coming from him. The dark eyes staring down at you flicked between both of yours, a bit of contemplation in them. “Not yet.” He mumbled ever so faint, and you knew better to push him for what he meant.
“Kiss me already.” You urged, tempted to just do it yourself. That thought made you wonder if he would pin you down for even trying. When he didn’t move, you pushed your face closer, just for him to pull back and push you down by your chest. A smile crossed your face as he did exactly what you’d hoped he would. “Tim, c’mon.”
He shook his head with a huff before leaning down to finally kiss you, your lips moving together with practiced ease since you’d spent several nights in similar situations. “Shut up.” He whispered between kisses, making you further wonder why he was so lost in thought tonight.
Tim slowly slid down to kiss at your neck while his hands pulled up your dirtied hoodie. “Talk to me, Tim.” You commanded softly, wanting to know what he was thinking about. “Don’t lie or brush me off.” He was silent besides how he was kissing your neck, only pulling away to remove your hoodie and undershirt. “Please, Tim.” You begged him softly, your hands reaching into his dark hair.
“Go on a date with me on our next day off.” He demanded against your skin, making you wonder whether or not you should huff at his response or laugh. “You’ll find out then.” You stared at the peeling ceiling, the plaster not the strongest in this mansion. It was tinged yellow just like the walls from the cigarettes, but obviously Tim didn't care.
After a few seconds, you softly agreed, feeling him suck a hickey into the skin of your breast. He reached beneath you to unhook the clasp of your bra, sliding it off your arms and tossing it wherever your hoodie and shirt had landed. Tim latched onto your nipple, making a weak moan come from your mouth.
Each little suck went straight to your core, which he had begun grinding against. “You stretched enough down there?” He asked once he released the nipple with a pop. You shrugged, feeling his fingers hook into the waistband of your pants and underwear to slowly pull them down.
Just like every other time, he left little kisses and bites on your skin until they were fully off. He nipped at your ankle, and you jumped a bit, not having expected it. Tim snickered, and you went to kick him lightly in the face, laughing lightly yourself.
He moved back up your body, stopping to lightly kiss your wet cunt and dip his tongue inside. A soft hum vibrated your slit, and you moaned in delight when his nose pushed against your clit. Your hand reached down to grab at his hair, tugging on the strands to try and get friction on your clit. “Fuck, Tim, that, ah, that feel so good.” You moaned as he started licking at your wetness like it was his favorite food.
You didn’t see it for a few seconds, but when you looked down at him, you noticed Tim’s hand was already in his pants, stroking his cock as he kept his heated gaze as yours. The sight alone nearly made you cum on his face right then and there.
When he shifted again, it was to line his cock up with your entrance once a condom was rolled on. His hands landed on your bare hips, covering the mark of Slenderman, with his fingers digging into your skin. You had to put a hand over your mouth to quiet yourself so the others in the mansion didn’t hear you since you knew you’d be getting louder the longer he pleasured you.
“Good, better cover that pretty mouth of yours. It makes too many noises.” That made you uncover it just to be bratty and see what he’d do. He slid in slowly, showing he wasn’t going to be embarrassed by the noises you made since he wasn’t a noisy person in bed.
Tim dragged his hips back before slowly thrusting back in, picking up speed at an almost teasing and torturous pace. You whined desperately, needing more than just what he was giving you. “Please, I, ah, I need more. I can’t, ngh, it’s not enough.” You begged softly before covering your mouth, hoping that would make him go faster inside you.
And lucky for you, it did.
He went at such a delicious pace that you became a submissive puddle of moans beneath him. He leaned forward, using his hands to keep himself and you steady while he started to suck on one of your hardened nipples. “Fuck, ngh, Tim!” You moaned beneath your hand, the pleasure overwhelming you in such a delicious way.
Your stomach coiled and it became harder to breathe as you gasped for air. His thick cock filled you up and brushed that sweet spot inside you with each thrust. It made you tremble in combination with the way he sucked on your nipple. The nails on your fingers raked across his back, scratching at his skin.
He clamped a hand over your mouth as he grunted against your breast, knowing you were at the point where you couldn’t control how loud you got. Your back arched up into him as your orgasm hit you hard, your eyes rolling back briefly. Your weak cry was muffled by his firm hand covering your mouth.
Tim filled up the condom in you just a few thrusts into your orgasm, the warmth of it filling you with a similar warmth. He kissed you for a few brief seconds before pulling back to slide out of you. You stared up at him with a dazed look as he tossed the condom and grabbed a cigarette to light. He leaned down once he lit it, taking a drag before kissing you, allowing it to escape as he did so. “Such a good little submissive taking her superior’s cock.”