Beg And Bargain

Beg and Bargain

The Proxies x F!Reader | Chapter Six

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Summary: You are caught in a horribly desperate moment. You are offered help, and who are you to turn it down?

Warnings: NSFT, 18+ MINORS DNI!, masturbation (f), getting caught, oral (f receiving), slight overstim, panty stealing, no beta

Word Count: ~2.9k

A/N: toby is still a lil mean and I couldn't find a gif this time, forgive me. divider is by @/cafekitsune!

One thing you learn rather quickly is Toby has no shame, it would seem. You can hear him in his room, his muffled whimpers the only thing you can focus on. The TV is on, but you don’t know what’s playing. You don’t care about what’s playing.

You shift uncomfortably on the couch. You rub the back of your neck and cross your legs. You rub your thighs together. You need to do something. And you need to do it right now. You think you’re going to explode.

Briefly, in your state of undeniable horniness, you think about rushing to Toby. He seems too rough though. Something you are not ready for. Not right now.

“What the fuck,” You catch yourself. These men are killers, you remind yourself. You inhale sharply. If it weren’t for my ability I’d be dead… You have to keep your head on straight. That is almost impossible when you crave a touch other than your own. You do the only thing you can think of.

Pace.

You stand from the couch and begin to pace. Back and forth. Your eyes are glued to the floor and your fingers pick at the skin around your nails. Tim’s door opens and he walks to Toby’s door. He hits it hard, causing you to flinch. Your eyes shoot towards Tim and he looks pissed. He groans and hits it again. Toby does not care.

“God damn! You gotta do that so loud?” Tim yells. He rolls his eyes and walks down the hall to the living room. He spots you pacing, and his expression softens immediately. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” You lie horribly. Your voice cracks. “I’m fine.”

Then you hear it. Toby’s whimpers get louder, and he lets out a long moan. Your jaw clenches. Your eyes look down the hall to his room, you swallow hard. He just came, most likely to the thought of you. The creature inside of you craving physical contact wants to push past Tim and sprint towards Toby’s room and ask if he wants the real thing. You stop yourself. You remind yourself how mean he is to you. How he yells at you. He does not deserve you.

“Is he bothering you?” Tim points down the hall, seemingly ready to also sprint to Toby’s room. Not for the same reason you want to. At least, you don’t think it’s for the same reason. “Because I will beat his ass-”

You can’t think straight. “No. I’m just h-” You place your palm to your forehead and groan. “I’m struggling.” You admit. “I haven’t, um,” you shut yourself up again, “I’m about to literally lose my fucking mind!” You drag your hands down your face. You want to run away again, but the chances of getting away are the same as always. Extremely slim.

“Okay…” Tim furrows his brows at you. “I wanted to talk to you about what happened earlier. Will that get your mind off of it?”

He does not push you on your slip up. That makes you feel… some comfort. You shrug. “Sure!” You throw your hands up. “Why not? What’cha got?”

“The police officer, what did you say to her?”

You try to collect your thoughts, “I was just trying to get information-”

“What did you say?” He sounds impatient.

You swallow hard, and try not to be more turned on by his tone. What the fuck is wrong with me? You shift and swing your arms absentmindedly. “Oh, y’know, just normal stuff- Like uh, wiping her memory and maybe-” You mumble something under your breath about Ethan, and Tim moves closer to you.

“What was that?” He cocks a brow at you.

You groan, “I told her to tell Ethan that John was right…”

Tim looks like he’s about to lose his mind. “You what!?” Tim lets out a low groan and you tense. You should not be this turned on. You want to excuse yourself, but that’s not happening now. “Are you-” He stops himself mid-yell. You flinch back from him and you pout.

“Don’t yell at me…” You want to be stern with him, but you can’t. You don’t want to yell and make a scene. “Please.” You add that in hopes he listens.

“Please?” Tim has stopped yelling, slightly more confused than angry now. “You really aren’t cut out for this. You told that cop to tell Ethan that you are able to mind control people?”

“Well,” You sigh, “yes. I wasn’t thinking! I was mad and saw an opportunity to get back at Ethan-” You make a face. You sound absolutely unstable. You wince and yourself and look at Tim. “That wasn’t super smart on my part, huh?”

He shakes his head. “No. But, there is nothing we can do now.” He sighs and rubs the back of his neck. He can see your discomfort and he motions for you to leave. “I don’t have to keep asking questions.”

You nod. “Thanks.” You look around the living room, “But, this is kind of my space of living… I don’t have anywhere else to go. I’m definitely not going outside.” Brian’s out there. You give Tim an awkward smile and he sighs. He begins to walk off.

“If you need anything, let me know.”

The way he says it has your stomach in knots. You nod as he walks back to his room and you decide to take a shower. You grab your bag and walk off to the bathroom. You place it on the floor and shut the door, locking it behind you. You turn the shower on and begin to strip. You feel the heat between your thighs, the contrast of the cold air is jarring. You get into the shower and hope that the hot water will take your mind off of everything.

You don’t have too long with the hot water. You are certain the water heater has been tampered with. You aren’t sure if it was purposely or not. You do not plan on asking. You grab your shampoo and conditioner and quickly wash yourself.

You notice rather quickly the horniness is not going away.

Once you finish washing, and the water is slowly getting less hot, you decide to step out. You turn off the water and wrap a towel around you. Then you hear it. More moaning. Toby’s fucking moaning again.

You suck in air harshly and think of nothing but touching yourself. Making the feeling go away is impossible. You need to deal with your issue. So you do. You lean against the cool wall, your hand moving past your towel. You find your clit first, the bud is swollen. You let out a soft whimper as the pads of your fingers brush over it.

Your thumb takes your fingers’ place, as your fingers move down to your pussy. Your fingers push past the lips and into your entrance. You let out a low mewl. Your fingers gently pump in and out of you. Your thumb rubbing circles over your clitoris, you are having a hard time being quiet. Unlike Toby, you feel shame. So, you stay as silent as possible.

As you chase a hint of relief and ecstasy, the door clicks. Your hand immediately pulls away from you and you let out a short yell. You look over in horror, your eyes meet Tim’s. He looks surprised to say the least.

“What the fuck!? Close the door!” You hiss. You avert your eyes. Tim shuts the door, but he is in the bathroom with you. You groan. “Hello! You aren’t supposed to be in here!”

His back is to the door. He is staring at your face. For now. “I thought you were out!” Tim keeps his voice down. “I heard the shower stop.”

“Well, I’m not!” You try to keep your towel up and covering you. “I locked the door! How did you get in?”

“Oh.” He turns to the door and pulls it slightly. It opens easily. “You have to pull up for it to close all the way.” He pulls the door up and shuts it, it latches.

“Oh, gee,” You throw a hand in the air, “how did I now know that?” You let out a huff. You cannot keep your eyes on Tim. You are looking everywhere but at him. He notices.

“When I said ‘anything’ earlier, I meant it.” Tim places his back against the door again.

Your whine, “C’mon!” You whisper at him. “How am I supposed to turn you down now?”

“Well,” Tim’s eyes scan your body, before settling on your face again, “you can say no. But I assure you, you won’t regret it.” He smirks. You know he’s right.

You tense. Every single one of your muscles tense. You know for a fact he’s going to be better than John, but you also know, Toby would be better than John. That bar is not high. It is, in fact, in hell. What is the worst that could happen?

“Okay.” You nod quickly. “But, not here.”

“On the couch?” Tim teases you.

“No!” You want to swat at him. You, instead, keep hold of your towel. “Your room?” He nods and laughs. He opens the bathroom door and you scurry behind him to his room, leaving your clothes in the bathroom. Once you reach his room, he shuts the door and locks it. “Don’t worry, it's actually closed.” He gives you a cheeky smile. You narrow your eyes at him. “How do you wanna do this, darlin’?” He asks, causing your legs to become jelly.

“Oh, I don’t-” You look at him in shock, “I don’t know. Um, I’ve always wanted, uh-”

“Use your words,” Tim takes a step towards you. “They’ll get you what you want.”

“I want you to go down on me. Please…” Your eyes meet his. His smile is almost wicked. You cannot be more turned on. “I wanna feel good…”

“I can do that.” Tim begins to walk towards you. He motions towards the bed, “Lay down.”

You do as he says. Bossy, you think to yourself. But it is hot. Your back hits the mattress and you bite the inside of your lip.

“This doesn’t have to change how you feel about me.” Tim drops to his knees in front of you. “Move your towel.” He interrupts himself with another command. You hesitate, but ultimately you listen. He continues on with his earlier statement. “Think of this as a favor.”

You are looking up at the ceiling. “A favor? Nothing more?” You question him.

“Doesn’t have to be more.” Tim pats the outside of your thigh. “You good if we continue, darlin’?”

You nod. “Please,” You peek over at him, “please continue.”

Tim does so, quite eagerly. He looks at you through half lidded eyes as he makes his way towards your wet cunt. His hands grip your thighs. As soon as you relax into the mattress you are being dragged down it, right into Tim’s mouth. You let out a gasp and cover your mouth. You do not need Toby hearing you. You really do not want to face him right now.

Tim’s tongue circles your clit and your hips roll into him. His hands push down your hips, holding you as still as possible. “Don’t move,” Tim warns, right before diving straight back into you. His tongue licks stripes up your pussy, causing you to whimper beneath him. His tongue is skilled. You are having a hard time not moving. One of your hands covers your mouth and the other is balling up the sheet on the bed. Your hips buck, but are instantly pushed down again. Tim growls against you. The feeling of the growl seems to reverberate through you and you mewl into your hand.

“I need to know you feel good,” Tim hums.

“I don’t need Toby hearing me,” You move your hand briefly and hiss back.

“I do.” Tim smiles against your thigh, biting the soft flesh. You jerk back. “C’mon, darlin’.”

Your jaw clenches and you remove your hand from your mouth. Instead of the sheets, you tangle your fingers in Tim’s hair. It’s soft. Tim puts his mouth back on your cunt. Before you know it, his hands are pulling your legs over his shoulders and he can not physically be any closer to you. He is practically on top of you and you are a whimpering mess. A loud moan escapes your mouth and you do not even care to cover it.

Your thighs are tense around Tim’s face but he does not seem bothered. You are getting close. A heat is building up inside of your core. Your legs tense first, causing Tim to groan into you. His eyes cut up towards you and they lock with yours. Your stomach flips. He is sending you over the edge. You let out a loud cry and your fingers give his hair gentle pull. Tim’s eyes shut and he moans.

That’s it. That’s all it takes.

Your hips buck into his mouth and you are almost crying. He does not slow down. He is devouring you. You are seeing stars, and everything is closing in on you. If you couldn’t think straight before, you definitely can’t now. “Please,” You cry out, “slow down!”

Tim takes a minute to process what you’re saying. Your legs are limp around his head now and he’s finally slowing down. He licks you up, almost causing you to cum again just from cleaning you. Your hips drop back down onto the bed and Tim pulls away. His lips trail kisses from your thighs up to your stomach. Your towel is laid out under you, giving him full access to your body. He’s crawling up the bed, over you, his lips not leaving your skin.

“Kiss me, please.” You whisper.

Tim chuckles as he reaches your throat and he pauses where he is. “Do you wanna taste yourself?”

“I don’t care, I just want you to kiss me.”

Tim obliges. His lips hit yours and his tongue does not hesitate to dart into your mouth. You wrap your arms around his neck and Tim grabs your leg, pulling it around his waist. It’s not fair really, he’s fully clothed and you are completely naked. You can feel how hard he is, even through his jeans. You let out a shaky moan.

“T-Tim!” A fist slams into the door. You freeze. Tim groans, his head rolling back. “What th-the fuck!?” The door knob jiggles and you have never been more happy to be under a man in your life. The door is locked, but you’d rather Toby see Tim than your naked form. Toby lets out a frustrated yell. “I know y-you have her in there…”

Your blood runs cold.

“Her cl-cl-clothes are in the bathroom. Someone’s gonna have t-to come g-get them.”

Your head rolls back in frustration, but you stay quiet. Tim gets up off of you and you wrap the towel back around you. “I’ll go out,” You whisper, about as quietly as humanly possible.

“Are you sure?”

You nod. If Tim leaves and grabs your clothes, it will seem like more than it is. Which is already a lot. You suck in air quickly, and walk towards the door, Tim is hot on your trail. You open it and Toby’s eyes meet yours. He looks disgusted. And jealous. Brian is standing a little ways down the hallway, finally getting back from who knows where.

“Enjoy y-yourself?” Toby snarls at you.

“Yes,” You smile at him. You push past him and pray to whoever’s listening that he doesn't snatch you up and pin you against the wall. As hot as that would be in certain situations… Toby scares you. You reach the bathroom and notice your clothes have been rummaged through. You squat down and notice your underwear gone. You snap back towards Toby and stand up. “You take them?”

“Ta-take what?” Toby snaps back.

“My panties, dickhead.” You hiss. “They aren’t here.”

“I didn’t- I di- That wa-wasn’t me!” Toby is pissed.

“That’s exactly what someone who took my panties would say. I hope you enjoy them!” You bark at him. “Because that’s all you’re fucking getting from me!”

You slam the bathroom door, making sure to pull it up slightly by the knob so it will latch. You groan and quickly get ready. You aren’t sure how exactly you’re going to face the guys when you get out of the bathroom. You try not to worry about it.

As you get dressed, Tim leaves Brian and Toby alone. He heads back to his room, locks his door, and his hand moves to his back pocket. He pulls out a pair of panties. Your panties. Worn and wet. He does not feel bad one bit. In fact, he’s thrilled you think that Toby took them. He brings them up to his face and inhales your scent. His face was just in your pussy, but there is something so different about having your panties.

Tim settles in his bed, your panties in his hand, and decides it’s time for him to take care of himself. He can’t get the image of you out of his brain, your begging and whimpering. He needs to fuck you. But for now, your panties will do.