#timmy t

You could feel his breath fanning across the back of your neck, his arm wrapped lazily around you. He was always so peaceful when he slept, soft sounds falling from his lips. You can’t help but turn yourself just enough to catch a glimpse of his sleeping figure. 

His face is a complete picture of peace as half of his face lays pressed against the white linens. His hair was all tousled, a wild mess atop his head, with an out-of-place few curly strands that framed his face, that was what you loved the most. His hair. Well, not the most, but right now, it was. You couldn’t particularly help the way your mind insisted that you needed to tug on it, to hear the sounds that he would make when you would do just that, nor could you help the new sudden ache that grew between your thighs at the thought of doing it. You always loved the way that it felt tangled through your fingers, the way his eyes would roll back with each tug. You reached out, brushing a few strands out of his face. 

You knew that he wouldn’t mind if you woke him, took what you needed, but you couldn’t, he was far too peaceful, and you didn’t want to ruin that, not yet at least. 

You turn back, trying to be careful not to wake him. You let your fingers graze the skin of your stomach, dancing lightly down towards the band of your panties, your fingers looping around the elastic. You dip them down to your core, your fingers gliding through your soaked folds. A soft gasp escapes your lips, as you press them to your clit. 

You knew nothing felt as good as he would, knowing the amount of pleasure that you received from your own fingers would never measure up to the pleasure he can give you with just his tongue alone. 

Shifting your fingers back and forth against yourself, soft moans at the pleasure it was giving you. Your free hand finds your breast, palming at it the way he does, pinching down on your hardening nipple, the sensation bringing you higher and higher. You needed something to ground you, something to anchor you back to reality, and all you could think of was his hair, that was your tether.

Your eyes flutter shut, thinking about the way your fingers would find refuge in the depths of his curls, pulling on them with every jolt of pleasure that overcame you. Or perhaps the sounds that he would make when you did, all sorts of lewd sounds that would leave his lips. 

Your pace begins to grow, absentmindedly, as your fingers slid into your entrance, grazing that spot inside you. You knew that he could do it so much better, hitting that spot perfectly with his slender fingers. “Fuck” you gasp. 

You feel the mattress shift beneath you, Timothée becoming restless. You stop your movements, intent on not waking him. Once he stills, you continue. Teetering your fingers, whilst working them. 

You feel him closer behind you, grinding his cock into your ass, slowly, lazily. The arm that he had draped around you, moves, his hand sliding down your panties to meet yours. His fingers work in the same movement as your own, putting a sweet pressure on your clit, teasing your entrance. 

His lips brush against your exposed neck, reaching your ear, “Without me, mon amour?” his voice deep, laced with sleep, making your stomach flutter. Your fingers curl into the sheets, as he replaces your small hand with his, your fingers with his, not missing a beat. His hips still rutting into you. Timothée places soft slow kisses along your neck, biting at it, and then smoothing it over with his blessed tongue. You grind your ass, back against him, listening to the way he groans at the friction. 

    “Want to tell me why I find you like this?” he asks. His other arm slips under your frame, sliding up your form to take the place of your own hand. His fingers wrap around your nipple, pinching down hard on it when you don’t respond.

You moan out, his hand kneading your breast. “You” you breathe out. A dark chuckle graces your ears. 

    “Was it the hair? did the hair do it for you?”

You could hear the smile in his tone. He knew your weaknesses, knew that his hair was one of them, this wasn’t your first offense. Heat fills your face, burning your cheeks, you’d been caught. His fingers stop, his form moving to lean over you, letting his eyes meet yours. Hooded and filled with a sense of amusement. His brow knits up, as you try to bury your face in the pillow, avoiding his gaze.

    “Don’t you hide that cute face of yours, I want to see it.” 

It wasn’t lost on you, the mess you looked in the morning, it was nothing compared to the work of art he was. You bring yourself to look at him, a grin on your face, as he winks. 

    “So tell me, mon amour, why didn’t you wake me..?” he smirks. 

He knew what you wanted, all you had to do was tell him. He moves, letting you lie flat on your back. You bring your hand to cup his face, your thumb grazing over his cheek. God was he beautiful. His hair was even more perfect, draped across his face, a disheveled mess. 

    “For that very reason, I didn’t want to wake you..” you respond, a sense of false innocence in your tone. Timothée’s hand traces back up your torso, gliding along your bare skin. 

    “So you figured, you’d do it yourself..?” 

Timothée shakes his head slowly, feigning disappointment. His eyes narrow and his brows draw together. 

    “Yeah..” you say, barely above a whisper. You watch his tongue glide along his bottom lip, and instinctively take yours between your teeth. 

    “I’m disappointed,” he sighs. 

You knew he was just merely teasing, but even so, it still excited you. 

    “I’m sorry baby.” 

Timothée quickly moves to top you, caging you in with his arms. You position your legs to let him rest between, he leans down, pressing a kiss to your lips, one you welcome. Opening your mouth to let his tongue in to collide with yours. His hand comes to cup your breast once more, kneading it in his palm, toying with your nipple. Jolts of pleasure ripple through you at the subtlest of touches. 

He breaks from you, kissing down your jaw and neck, spending extra time tending to each breast, gently sucking your nipple into his mouth with a moan. 

There was nothing more that he liked than early mornings with you. He descends down your body, his lips tracing your skin, every blemish, every detail, pushing the covers off the bed in the process. 

    “I forgive you,” he mumbles between kisses. 

He meets the apex of your thighs, looking down at the soaked fabric that separated your dream from your reality. He loops his slender fingers around the band, and pulls them down, tossed to the floor to be forgotten.

His eyes glazed with a mad sense of lust as he looked down at you, bare and spread out for him, a beautiful sight. He wets his lips, leaning down to place a few more kisses on your stomach, working purple splotches into your waist, knowing that only he would see them.  He loops your legs over his shoulders with a smile, and your head falls back against the pillow, a sinful sound leaves your lips at the feeling of his mouth on you. He licks a stripe up your center, tongue flat, lapping at your entirety, moaning at the slightest taste of you. His eyes meet yours, dark and prudent. He flicks his tongue across your clit, loving the way your body jolts at the sensation. 

Pushing his nose against your clit, rubbing it up and down, as he teases your entrance with his tongue. Your hands find his hair, the one thing that would tether you, sinking your fingers deep into his dark curls. Timothée takes to sucking harshly on your clit, sending your body reeling with tingles of pleasure. 

You look down, in awe at the way he looked between your legs, picture-perfect, one that you would never get used to seeing. His hair was still a beautiful mess, dark curls complementing his fair complexion, begging to be pulled. His eyes glazed over and still tired as they find yours in the chaos of everything, dark and sinful, and yet full of adoration. Your grip tightens on his hair, pulling on it as he brings his tongue to lap, against you, once more.

Your eyes fall shut, as you grind yourself against him, his palm presses firmly against your abdomen, holding you in place, and the gesture sends shivers down your spine. With another tug of his hair, he groans, the vibrations of it radiating right through your core. 

“Fuck,” he mumbles, eyes glued to the way you were coming undone before him. 

His fingers add to the mix, coaxing moans to push past your lips as he curls his fingers just right. Shamelessly, you grasp his hair tighter as you feel yourself nearing the edge. 

    “Oh shit..Timmy-” 

“Come for me, darling, go ahead.” It was the only push you needed, to fall apart at the seams. Utter bliss courses you, as you cling to him, his hair, a quivering mess. He removes his mouth from you, his fingers slowing only to allow you to ride your wave until you collapse, eyes closed reeling in it all. His fingers leave you, aching, longing for more. He moves to hover over you, brushing the hair from your face as your eyes flutter open. He presses a soft kiss to your nose, then to your lips. 

my interests!!

-mazerunner

-joost klein

-sam and colby

-yeptheboys

who i will write for (lenient)

-arcane

-epic the musical

-kpop demon hunters

-wallows

-joost klein

-tara yummy

-sam and colby

-jake webber

-newt

-thomas

what i will right (do's and dont's)

-timothee chalamet

-saja boys or huntix

-hermes

-cole preston

- fluff and angst (I LIVE FOR THESE)

do's

- fem!reader or gn!reader

- i will write smut but i havent ever really before so it may be bad

- established relationships

- fwbs

- classic book tropes

dont's

- cheating (reader cheating on their partner for another person)

- blood/knife play (that shit is weird.)

- vampire aus