Info - mean Timmy, hook up, getting caught (not detailed), unprotected sex, lying about relationship, ass slap, showing off reader, cocky timo, song fic
"Come on baby," he smirked at me. He knew, he knew I'd cave as much as I protested.
"Tim, anyone could walk in," I said awkwardly, looking at the bathroom door. He slapped my ass hard and I moaned involuntarily he knew I loved any attention to my ass.
"Don't you kinda want them to?" He asked, and his hand slipped up my body to cup my breast. "I saw how you blushed when those men sent me a drink to congratulate me on the baddie I landed."
I fell for it for a moment. I let him kiss my neck wetly and palm my ass. That's when I snapped out of the enchantment and pushed him back.
"You always say I'm not even an eight," I growled.
"And you're not," he shrugged smugly. "But they obviously didn't know that."
"You're such an asshole," I snarled.
"Okay, bye," he said. He turned and began to walk away. I made a frustrated noise and pulled him back. He was too good at what he did.
"We can give them any story you want," he said as his large hands snuck under my dress.
"That we met at art school and we're engaged," he listed, knowing it was one of my favorites.
"That I inspired your ironic tattoos," he quipped and my thong was sliding down my legs. I didn't know how he had this affect on me. He was mean, and yet when his hands were on me I couldn't care less.
"You can tell them all I'm a mess and a fuck up because I am. Tell them anything you want as long as my cock can go between those folds," he said and rocked his body into mine.
"So-" I moaned, and then a powerful thrust. "Crass."
"You love it," he reminded me. I did, I did love how he fucked me so hard I didn't think of how this meant nothing to him.
We were caught and thought I felt wildly embarrassed he just pulled up my panties for me, smugly wiped my lipstick off his lips, and yanked me along. Claiming he hadn't gotten to finish "enough" whatever that meant because I could feel his essence making my thighs sticky.
In the back of the Uber he barked his address and was immediately on his phone. He didn't pay attention as I cried beside him, knowing I was about to make the same mistake I'd made a hundred times over. He was just talking to a friend, I guess that's what happens when you're not a New York ten.
