Elevator Fun. (Masky X Reader Lemon)

Brians On The Other Side Of Maryland

Well shit.
Working with this asshole was probably the last thing you wanted to do. Working with the more lighthearted, funny Brian, was much more enjoyable than having to spend your time with this asswipe of a man.
And that's exactly where she was.
She was stuck with Tim, in a dim, old motel, just like the rest of them. Currently, Brian, was on the other side of the fucking state. Asking how was not in her agenda. It was too much of a long story- but to cut it short? The men got into a drunken, violent argument, in which she had no problem with sleeping through. The two seemingly bromance enthusiasts, who couldn't go a day without seeing each other, got into a fight. Which left Brian on one side of Maryland, and the two others in the bad side.

Baltimore.

(A/n: Ayye shout out to my bmore hoes)

Was it worth it? Fuck no. Tim could feel regret submerging him as the girl wallowed in it. She wished she got up and broke up the fight, and now, they were in more risk than ever. In secret, she was worried. She was afraid of his well being. Whatever was chasing after them, she hoped that he would be safe from it.
And without any real phones, there was no way she could contact him. Who knew what cellphone he was carrying around? What hotel he was hanging in? What street he was on? What kind of acid he was tripping?
Speaking of acid, the hotel reaked of it. Just like every other part of Baltimore, the city wrenched with rape, murder, robbery and criminality. The government had it's own set of institutional racist induced hands around the city's grip- pocs getting frisked and beaten at every street, every cop on his toes. That's what it was like to live in Baltimore; not to mention the drugs, and the gangs.
So, being a person of colour herself, and being with some white guy, she automatically felt discomfort. She knew Tim was far from racist; it was just this sense of distrust she carried around with him.
"Here are your keys, room number 505. Please, enjoy your night!" The young, Hispanic man pitched. She gave a small smile as Tim grabbed her arm and dragged her behind him. Stumbling, she pulled her arm back. He glanced back at her with cold, brown eyes.
"I can walk myself."
"Sorry, didn't want you to get lost," he snorted.
"Well wouldn't want you to leave me across state, now would I?"
"Sorry, sweets. Can't really say the same now, can I?"
"Well, Tim. You obviously don't get sarcasm." Tim stopped in front of the elevator.
"Yeah, neither did Brian."
It slid open with uneasiness, creaking as it did so. She sighed; she could only expect it. They walked in together, standing on different sides. She rested her head against the elevator wall, feeling tired. The coolness of the metal gave her shivers, it was already cold in the hotel, not to mention it was the middle of fall.
She watched Tim click number 5 on the number pad. He leaned against the wall, waiting. They felt themselves going up, slowly, before an abrupt stop came before them.
What the fuck?
Tim paused. "Fuck!" He yelled.
"Looks like we're stuck."
"No shit," he replied with. He banged on the walls, before they heard an echo through the speaker.
"Sorry, we're having some technical difficulties. We will be back with you on a report as to what's taking place."
She rolled her eyes. GREAT.
She slid down against the wall, sitting on the floor. Well, this will take a while.
"Fuck," he muttered.
"Fucking great." She sighed heavily, crossing her legs.
"What, can't stand me?" He asked cynically.
"Isn't it fucking obvious?" She asked. "God, I wish Brian was here." He glared at her with resentment and anger.
"Well what's so good about Brian?" He asked, getting worked up. She looked up at him, confused. Her eyes narrowed into daggers as she responded.
"He's not as salty and bitter as youbare, for one," she said, getting up. "And he doesn't make me feel like a piece of shit."
He let out a dry, humourless laugh. "Wow, so lemme guess, you guys are fucking?"
"What the fuck? No, dammit, what the hell is wrong with you?" She questioned. "God! I just want to get away from you," she muttered.
"What's wrong with me?" He asked rhetorically. "What's wrong with you?"
"What's wrong with me is that I'm stuck here with you, and you're too much of an ass to realise how much of an ass you are!" He glared at her, teeth gritting. They were now inches away from each other.
"Well maybe if you weren't such a bitch all the time, I wouldn't have to be such an ass!"
"And really, Tim, what have I done to be treated like that?" She asked. He paused, searching for an answer.
"Just- everything! The way you treat Brian so much better than me, the way you hangout with him more. We're supposed to be defeating that thing all together, not all for one. Well, all for two, to be more exact,"
"Wait.." she paused, staring at him. "Are you.. jealous?" She asked. She watched as his face went a little red.
"No." He responded with. "I'm angry."
"Because I like Brian more?" She asked. She slowly began to piece things together mentally. "Do you..." They stared at each other for a few seconds, before Tim caught her lips. Automatically she kissed back, and Tim pushed her against the wall. She wrapped her legs around his waist as around his neck, as he held her up, by holding the side of her waist.
Tim's tongue wrestled with hers as she began to wrestle her fingers through his black hair. His hand went up and down her thigh as he began to start grinding against her. She moaned involuntarily, blushing as his kisses went down her jawline. She felt his package poking at her, every grind getting harder. "Say my name," he said through kisses.
"Tim," she moaned, experimentally. He made a "hmm" of satisfaction, and she repeated it, with more enthusiasm. He began to kiss and suck at her neck, surely leaving marks. "A-ah, Tim," she felt the wetness in her panties grow more and more as he became impatient. He pulled away, then threw off her jacket, then pulling off her shirt. Her black bra was left and he undid the clip, then let it fall. He began to feel at her breasts, lifting her up higher on his right knee. He put his tongue to her right nipple, enjoying all of her moans and shivers. He got harder when she said his name. He wanted to pull at her hair and bite her, but he resisted. He wanted to be gentle, but wild enough for her wanting more. The kinky shit would have to wait. Well, the KINKIER shit, at least.
He was about to say something when he was interrupted.
"Attention, you will be greeted at the elevator stop in about 30 seconds. We apologize for the inconveniences." The elevator lit up as they started to move. They stared at each other, before rushing and panicking. He dropped her, and picked up her shirt and bra, throwing it to her. She threw it on, struggling to clip it. He went behind her, clipping it for her. Greatfullbut she quickly thanked him as she threw on her shirt. Her pants were slightly wet, and his erection was hard not to notice. He stared down at or, and so did she.
"I guess you do really like me then, not to sound COCKY or anything." She giggled as he sighed. The elevator door was about to open as he grabbed her thigh from behind, whispering,
"And when we get to room 505, I'm gonna make you scream about how much you love me, doll face."

She gulped. Well, she was in for a treat, wasn't she?

So, into the woods is being worked on currently. This was just a random fic I wanted to write for a while. I'll finish it with another chapter of I feel like it. Idk, I'm a fucking pervert lmaaoooo