tim x moby smut

the hotel

⚠️MATURE CONTENT WARNING⚠️ : this chapter will contain hints of sexual activity and profanity, continue reading if you'd like
N: I had to repost this chapter

Tim
Moby said he wants me. my face flushes a bright red and i look down at my toes. moby takes his pointer finger placing it under my chin and moving my head to face his. i don't even know what he meant by that. breaking the silence between me and moby, i nervously spoke saying, "what do you mean?" as i speak a stutter comes with it. i was flustered, nervous. there was a sexual tension between me and moby that couldn't be broken.

moby
tims stuttering and nervousness was turning me on. i secretly look down at his nice black pants to see that he peed himself. has tim even noticed? i don't think so.
i'm feeling dominant. i want to be in control.
tim had drank way too much. he was dancing on people at OUR wedding. i know it was just in a celebration way but still.

tim
moby stays looking at me, making me grow more nervous. i try to look away but i cant resist. i panic on what to do.
"moby, i'm going to shower and then put on some cozy pajamas."

moby
"you're not going to need clothes, darling." i wink at tim. tim panics, turning around and running into the hotel bathroom. he of course had to slam the door as dramatically as possible too. along with locking it. he made sure that i heard him lock it. what a fucking bitch. i'm gonna fuck him hard. he only needs me to make him feel good. i know exactly what i'm going to do.

to be continued...