Chainsmokers | Masky x Reader / Tim Wright x Reader | RE WRITE

11

I woke up to Brian coming back, namely because he threw a bag of things onto my stomach. It actually kind of hurt.

"That was rude," I groggily complained, rubbing my eyes.

"Oh well. There's your stuff," Brian shrugged, clearly not concerned whether or not he was nice. I sigh and start checking what's in the bag he threw at me. Cigarettes and an assortment of different snacks. He obviously didn't know what my tastes were, but it seemed like he actually tried to make sure he got at least once thing I might like.

I stretched my body out, feeling stiff after my nap. Apparently while I slept, Tim put a rather big shirt on me that I can only assume is his. That was nice of him, otherwise I would've needed up exposing myself to Brian and being victim of his taunts again.

As I sat up, I noticed Brian just staring at me. "What's your problem? Do I look that bad waking up?" I tried to at least neaten my hair with my fingers so I wouldn't look like such a mess.

Brian laughed, shaking his head. "Well, yes, but no. Why are you wearing Tim's clothes? I'm sure you packed more than enough to dress yourself," he questioned with a slightly smug look on his face. Right before I could think of something to say, Tim walked out of the bathroom, damp from a shower with just boxers on.

"I leave for a quick trip and you've already fucked the new girl, Tim?" Brian teased him, which I was grateful for. I'm sure Tim can handle his bullshit easier than I could. Tim just sighed in annoyance and ignored him as he started getting dressed.

It was hard not to look at him as he did. He was muscular and well toned, a very nice sight to look at. For the first time I noticed how many scars he had.

"You couldn't keep it in your pants the first time a girl didn't have interest in me, huh?" Brian continued to try to bully him as he sat down. I couldn't help but roll my eyes at that comment.

I looked at him and laughed. "What? Is your poor ego bruised knowing Tim is hotter than you?" I smirked, watching his face turn slightly red. He scoffed as if what I said was stupid.

"Of course not. A little girl like you isn't my type."

"Yeah, yeah, I know," I mumbled, getting a cigarette out to smoke. "Of course I'm not your type, because you'd have a hard time getting any bitches if so." I heard Tim struggle to hold back his laughter at my words, making me unable to hold back my own laughter. Brian sneered at me, watching me as I got up and started looking through my bags to find some clothes.

As I pulled some clothes out, Brian came up to me. "You really think I can't pull someone like you?" I didn't even bother turning around to face him as I laughed.

"With your attitude? Definitely not. Tim's the fuckable one here and you know that," I responded as I turned around. He was startlingly close to me. Not long after I spoke, he pined me to the wall, staring down at me. He was taller than Tim and also seemed to be even more muscular. I felt tiny as I looked up at him like this.

"Are you really sure about that?" He talked quietly, the usual asshole tone in his voice gone.

"Are you really trying to seduce me? Your ego must be hurt worse than I thought," I nervously looked away from him, and my taunt just seemed to egg him on more. I was almost completely pressed up against him, trapped between this large man and the wall behind me.

While Tim smelled like cigarettes and pine, Brian smelt sweet, almost like candy. "Do you wear perfume?" I blurt out, hearing him laugh at me.

"Why? Do I smell good?"

I roll my eyes. "You smell like candy, but Tim still smells better." I felt him somehow get even closer to me. "He smells like the woods, it's nicer." I heard Tim choke on his drink behind Brian. I couldn't see him though, thanks to Brian's large size.

I could feel Brian's chest moving as he laughed at me. He then grabs my face, but not nearly as roughly as I'd expect from him, and forces me to look at him. "Your face is burning red. You need to be more honest, (y/n)."

I glare at him with a pout, annoyed. "What else would you expect when I'm being pinned against a fucking wall like this? Are you so insecure you have to harass a woman to feel better about yourself?" My remark seemed to both trigger him and amuse him. He had a look in his eyes I couldn't quite place.

"You aren't making me move away though," he whispered in my ear. I couldn't help but shiver with his breath against me like that.

I felt like I was shaking, but I couldn't be sure. Anything I could think to say dissipated before I could focus on it. What was his problem? He bullies me, but then does this? His breathing seemed calm, composed, while I wasn't even sure if I was still breathing at all.

All of a sudden, I felt lips touch against my neck and I squealed in surprise. I squirm against Brian and manage to push him away from me, seeing him smirk at me like a smug bastard. "Was that too much for you? Are you actually just a little girl?" I bite the inside of my cheek and avoid saying anything back.

Tim sighed, telling Brian to back off finally, which I was grateful for. He listened, finding something else to occupy his time.

"Asshole," I mumbled under my breath as I grabbed my clothes and went into the bathroom to change.

I looked at myself in the mirror. He was right. My face was very red, and I could feel my rapid heartbeat not calming down. I want to punch that asshole.

I hurriedly get dressed and try to calm myself down.