? Chainsmoker ? Masky × Reader ?

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Her outfit was so out of place compared to her circumstances. The people she was with, the car she was in, what she was running from. It consisted of black wedged boots, a leather mini skirt, a spiked garter belt on each leg holding up wooly black and gray stockings, a black Nirvana crop top, and a gray cardigan. She had no makeup, but it wasn't like she needed any.

Tim was dresses plain, jeans and a monochrome flannel with combat boots, and Brian seemed to have made an effort by at least doing something with his hair, his orange hoodie bright and sneakers dimmed and roughed up.

They drove until sunset, Tim switching out with Brian half way through. (Y/n) was spoiled, hardly ever having to drive. She loved it.

They stopped at a dodgy, worn out motel much like the others they've been to. Brian went to get a room while Tim and (y/n) waited by the car.

The woman had fallen victim to boredom way before the car ride was over, and God was it bad now. She decided to walk around the parking lot, acting somewhat silly while doing such. She could easily tell Tim was watching her, even checking her out in the extra, slightly sexual outfit.

"Timmy Tim can't keep his eyes off me! How flattering!" She said in a dumb voice, slowly walking back up to him. "With you wearing something like that, I doubt anyone could," He countered with a smirk, walking to meet her.

His arms snaked around her waist, holding her close to him. A hum of amusement came from (y/n). She tilted her head up and gave him a kiss, a kiss that lead to a deeper one, then his tongue in her mouth.

Softly moaning into the kissing, (y/n) wrapped her arms around his neck, softly playing with his hair. Soon, (Y/n) was pressed against the car, legs wrapped around Tim's waist, grinding against his growing bulge.

His hands roamed all over her, taking in her body. He kept kisses lasting as long as possible, loving the taste of her.

A stray cough from a separate party made the two stop, pulling away from each other to look. There was Brian, twirling the key on his finger, watching them with a smirk. "Got the room. You two definitely need it, don't ya'?" He teased as (y/n) made herself go back to standing. "Come on then!" She grabbed Tim's and Brian's hands, dragging them to the motel before letting Brian lead them all to the room.

He took his time unlocking the door and letting the heated up couple in. "Bathroom," (Y/n) whispered to Tim who nodded. Brian pouted. "Why not let me watch?" He apparently had heard, his comment only gaining him the middle finger from (y/n).

The two went to the bathroom, (y/n) immediately being pressed up against the wooden door, the make out session being continued.

They were soon back in the position they were in before being interrupted. It wasn't long before Tim had his pants and boxers down and (y/n)'s skirt was pushed up, the lacey red underwear moved to the side.

He quickly plunged in her, making her tug at his hair harshly, gaining a hot groan from him. He went fast, going as deep as possible with as fast as possible. The interruption and waiting made them more eager, desperate.

He fucked her wildly, moans and groans coming from both of them. She was tugging on his hair, eyes shut like his, focusing on the feel of the other.

She moaned out his name repeatedly as she got closer and closer. Hearing this only made him more savage, being like an animal as he fucked her up against the door. He bit her neck, her cumming from the extra pleasure that brought. The way she tightened made him cum too, yet inside her.

Good thing she was on birth control.

She shook and twitched, slowly recovering from the throbbing orgasm. Tim pressed up against her, panting harshly like her.

He pulled out, a small bit of cum spilling out of her. She felt a bit empty without it in her, though she quickly got over the feeling. She had herself standing again soon, holding onto Tim's shoulders. The two kissed again, and again, and again. But these kisses were softer, kinder kisses. Not sexual, horny kisses.

They cleaned themselves up before walking out. Brian sat on the nasty bed, leaning against the bed frame, smirking at the two.

"That sounded like it was good," He made a small comment, gaining another middle finger from (y/n).

"So, let's discuss our plan some more now that that is out of the way," (Y/n) suggested as she fell down on the bed, stretching with a soft, pleasured sigh.

The other two agreed, and for the next hour, they discussed everything before (Y/n) passed out asleep.

Tim made sure she was comfortable in her sleep, making everything perfect for her. Brian watched with a content smile as the dark haired male did this for the odd woman.

"You care for her, a lot, don't you?" Brian asked Tim.

It took him a moment before he replied, but he did so with a happy smile. "I guess I do."