#timotheechalametsmut

Warning: SMUT, unprotected sex for the purpose of impregnating, mommy kink, daddy kink, cursing, light choking, mention of Timmy being big, some spanking, breeding kink I guess?

Timmy pulled his shirt over his head and let it fall to the ground. You responded by touching his chest and you slowly ran your palms down to his stomach, feeling his smooth skin. He went to your neck, attacking you with wet kisses and he groaned, making your skin vibrate slightly.

You unwittingly let out a whiny moan in anticipation. You bit your lip to muffle the sound, but Timmy said, “No, I wanna hear you.” He shoved his hand down the front of your lounge pants. “I wanna hear everything. Every way I make you feel good.”

"Okay, Timmy." you responded. He took your breath away as his fingers spread your folds.

"You can call me Daddy, if you want."

He circled your wetness with his fingertips. "Daddy." you whimpered, closing your eyes, letting pleasure take over your body.

"Yeah, good girl." Timmy continued on rubbing your clit, and he leaned in and nibbled on your neck, your jaw, and your earlobe. He kissed your face, "Mommy. Can I call you 'Mommy'?"

"Yeah, sure, I think I like that." you blushed, though you didn't know why you blushed, what the two of you were doing had surpassed any sort of awkwardness or embarrassment that could have occurred.

He then pulled your pants off and you followed suit, removing your top. You hadn't worn a bra and Timmy's eyes instinctively went to your nude breasts for a second before he looked up into your eyes and grinned. He went to get back on top of you.

"Wait, wait, let's go to my bedroom." you suggested.

"Okay, yeah." Timmy replied, taking your hand, leading the way. You'd known each other a long time, he'd been to your place plenty of times, so he knew just where your room was.

You got on the bed, watching him take his pants off, along with his boxers. His cock was hard, and long, and thick. You swallowed, feeling a little nervous. You had never taken one that big before.

He stepped closer to you, and took your chin onto his fingers, making your look up into his green eyes. "Are you ready for me to fuck you, Mommy?"

"Yes, Daddy."

In a flash, he was on top of you, his hand holding your throat. You gasped. He guided his hips between your legs and you found yourself weakly thrusting your hips up into him, like an animal in heat or something.

He held you down, and his thick cock entered you, sliding into your slick hole. It hurt, but in the best possible way. He was just spreading you for the first few moments, with shallow thrusts.

Your whimpering gasps turned into savage moans and Timmy started fucking you harder and deeper. You were both moaning and making out, sweating and sticking together.

He moved you onto your knees and took you from behind, bucking his hips directly into your ass and the tip of his cock hit your cervix. "Fuuuck!" you cried, "Daddy!"

"That's it baby. Arch your fuckin back for me, Mommy." he smacked your ass before gripping your hips tighter.

You did as he said, wiggling your butt a little, earning yourself a squeeze from his hand on your ass cheek and his hand came down in a slap on your other cheek.

You never knew sex could be this good. It was so unreal, you felt like you were watching the two of you from above. It was becoming a total out of body experience.

"I'm gonna come, Mommy. Hold still, I'm gonna put a baby in you." Timmy cooed.

oh yes, the baby. you literally almost forgot.

prompt: timothée sees you judging your body, and he does some things to help you see how beautiful you are

warning: smut, unprotected sex, cursing, loads of fluff

you haven’t been feeling yourself lately. you’ve been feeling like you aren’t pretty enough to be timothée’s girlfriend. you always felt like you had fat thighs, a fat stomach, and just a gross body in general. you were standing in the bathroom, your towel from your shower laid coiled on the floor. you stared at your bare body in the mirror, the foggy glass is close to being completely gone. your hands trail up the tops of your thighs to around your neck. slowly tracing every curve and bump you hate.

tears started to form in the corner of your eyes, you felt pathetic. you grab your hips and squeeze them, thinking about the girls you wish you looked like. you hear a growl coming from the bathroom door and you look over to see timothée standing in the doorway. you let out a squeak and pick up your towel and wrap it around you. you keep your head down and don’t say anything, causing a frown to form on his face. he slowly walks over and places his hands on your hips.

“hey baby look at me,” you hear him whisper, but your head refuses to move. “kitten c’mon,” you let out a whimper and look up at him. he looks into your eyes and notices the falling tears and blotchy cheeks. “Oh baby, you’re okay. what’s wrong my love,” he stares into your eyes and you can’t help but move yours to the randomly interesting floor. “m’not pretty enough for you T,” you whisper to the floor. his face keeps its pout and his hands grip your hips tighter. “babygirl,” he scolds, “you’re the most beautiful thing to live on this earth, and you will always be enough for me. because you’re my everything.”

you whimper and hide your face into his chest, his eyes getting sadder when he feels your tears on his chest. “cmon muffin follow me,” he grabs your hand and you follow him like a lost puppy to your bedroom. he stands you next to the bed, the back of your legs pressed to the sheets. “Take off the towel f’me,” his voice was smooth like honey and you couldn’t help but blush but shake your head silently. “kitten i told you do something, please do it for me,” you sigh softly and pull off your towel. timothée takes it from your hands and tosses it on the floor.

his eyes start to roam your body slowly, and you can’t help but cover yourself. “Babygirl no, no covering,” he snatches your hands and pullls them to his waist. he leans down and kisses you on the lips sweetly, his lips are soft and warm. his hands travel from your sides to your cheek. “You’re so pretty lovie, so gorgeous,” after his compliment his tongue slips into your mouth. you let out a whine as it slides against yours. his hands travel to your tits, his fingers softly pinch your nipple causing a moan to come out of your mouth.

he pushes you softly and you fall back onto the bed, a giggle escapes your lips that soon turn to a smile. “there’s that pretty smile I love,” timothée speaks softly into your ear as he crawls on top of you. your head softly sits on the pillow and his body lays between your legs. he drags his lips from your neck to your breasts. his mouth sweetly attacks the skin, leaving dark love bites. his mouth attaches to your nipple making you let out a sweet purr and a grind of your hips against his. he comes of your nipple with a pop and looks into your eyes. his hands knead your tits, “you have gorgeous breasts my love,” he kisses each one again.

his lips trace over your tummy, and his teeth softly sinks into the plush skin. “such a pretty tummy, so perfect,” you whine and grind against him again. his hands slowly come to a hault on your thighs and his mouth comes to down to place a kiss on your clit. you let out a mix of a squeak and giggle at the feeling and you see him grin between your legs. he trails his teeth across your thighs and leaves hickies, but quickly licks over the skin after. “my pretty girl looks so lovely spread out for me,” timothée groans as you blush and smile, he can’t handle your beauty and cuteness.

he looks into your eyes for consent and you throw him a nod, which makes him look down at your pink pussy. he licks a stripe up your folds and you whine loudly. your hands go to his hair and you grip it, the feeling of his tongue on you was absolutely breathtaking. “you like that beautiful?” he questions softly as he buries his face back into your cunt. he sucks on your clit causing you to squeal and buck your hips against his face. he growls and continues to lick at your sweetness. you tug his hair and pull his head up, a desperate look on your face, “please put your cock in me T”. timothée smiles and moves up your body, his hands trace your skin. you tug his shorts down and he helps you by stepping out of them. he throws them across the room and places his hand on your jaw.

he rubs his thumb on your lip lovingly, his eyes meet yours, “you’re a fucking goddess”. you let out a loud moan as his cock slips into you unexpectedly. his hands grip your hips as he starts to thrust slowly into your cunt. you moan and pull him down to kiss you, not minding the taste of you on his lips. “please go harder bub,” you whimper and beg, he grins and kisses your cheek. his thrusts start to speed up and your hands grip onto his shoulders for support. his thrusts repeadily hit your g-spot, he definitely knew your body like the back of his hand. “you’re taking it so well pretty girl,” he purrs into her ear, her legs shake at the feeling of his thrusts.

you start to feel a knot in your stomach and your back arches, “im close honey”. he hears your whimper and sucks on your nipple, his thrusts getting deeper and faster. his left hand sneaks down and rubs your clit, you whine and moan, the pleasure was incredible. “im gonna cum timothée,” you mewl loudly. he rubs faster, “cmon beautiful, lemme see your pretty face when you cum,” his words make you whine and thrash your head around. he feels you squeezing around him and he whispers into your ear, he whimpers, “you’re everything to me”. you moan and cum all over his cock. your back arches and you try to catch your breath. timotheée continues to thrust into you until he feels his release coming.

He doesn’t speak when he gets into the car. His eyes are bloodshot, the skin under his eyes a little puffy and dark, and his nose is pink with emotion. Seeing him like this makes my heart twist—I can hardly bear seeing him in pain.

“I’m sorry, Tim.” Is all I can say.

His girlfriend, some stupid, convincing bitch, cheated on him, and he walked in on it. He told me the story shakily on the phone, his voice cracking when he asked me to come pick him up. It made my stomach sick.

“Yeah,” he mumbles, and props his elbow on the window, leaning his head against his hand. “thank you for getting me.”

“Anything,” I say, earnestly, and hope he believes me.

He’s been my best friend for years. Since we were small, it was ‘Timmy and (Y/N)’ this, and Timmy and (Y/N)’ that. We were a great duo, if I do say so myself. That’s all we’ve ever been, though. Just friends.

My eyes shift over to catch him sniffling, his eyes watering up even more. My heart literally hurts, and I struggle to form some sort of thought that could be comforting in this situation.

“She’s not worth it,” I start. “You’re such a great guy, and—“

“If I was such a great guy, she wouldn’t be fucking someone else.” He interrupts, and I wince at the harshness of his tone.

There I go, saying the wrong thing.

“No it’s just,” I continue, trying to save my argument. “You’re so smart, and funny, and, well, you’re hot, if that’s any condolence at all—“

This time he interrupts with a sharp exhale, before angrily saying, ‘just shut up, (Y/N)’.

Aaannnddd there I go again.

I cringe to myself, the blatant annoyance in his voice causing my throat to tighten. I was only trying to help.

As if he can read my mind, Timothée looks over, spotting the hurt expression on my face. He sighs gently, and sniffs, before reaching over and grabbing my hand. His hand is way bigger than mine, and soft, his fingers intertwining so easily between mine it’s like it was meant to be.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N),” he says sincerely, his green eyes almost turned blue from crying. “please don’t be upset.”

I smile weakly and shake my head a little, turning my blinker on to signal onto my street. I glance over at him for a moment, and he smiles gently, but I know it takes effort. He’s trying.

“No one ever means what they say when they’re hurting,” I respond, my tone soft, and squeeze his hand lightly.

When he squeezes back, I ignore the tiny zolt of butterflies the action gives me, because being anything other than a supportive friend right now would be stupid and selfish.

“We’re here,” I say, as we pull up to my house, and I park.

Once I turn the engine off, it’s silent again, and I had almost forgotten he was still holding my hand. My fingers twitch involuntarily, and he glances down at our hands, then up at me, and then let’s go.

My cheeks warm up a little, but I don’t say anything, just cross my arms over my chest, and lean my head against the back of my chair.

“(Y/N)?” Timothée says, a question in his tone, and I look over him, spotting his expression so raw and full of emotion it makes me dizzy.

Something about him is constantly getting to me, and I have no idea what it is.

“Yes?” I reply, my voice quiet.

He stares at me for several moments, an odd look in his eyes—something he’s never given me before.

“I, um,” he starts, and my heart beat quickens, unsure of what’s happening.

Before I can read into anything, he visibly changes his mind.

His cheeks tinge pink, as if something embarrassed him, and he exhales sharply, turning his head away from me.

“Let’s go inside.” He says, and open his door, stepping out.

Instead of waiting for me, he simply walks around the car, and to the front door. I watch as he lifts up my mom’s potted mint and picks up my house key underneath.

Watching him be so casual, looking as if he belongs here just as he would at his own house, makes me feel a way I’ve never felt before with him.

He unlocks my front door and then turns around, giving me a little wave and a goofy smile, before charging into my house, leaving the front door open for my.

The emotion that fills me from head to toe almost makes me sick, and I force it away, clenching my jaw tight—I can’t look at him like that.

As I struggle for even breaths and open my car door, stepping out onto the pavement, a million ‘what ifs’ wind their way into my head, already starting to complicate things and I’m not even inside yet.

I suppress them all, but one solid thoughts refuses to be pushed away.

It’s a thought that would end of haunting me throughout all his next relationships, all of his heartbreak, anything and everything until eventually we grow apart and move away and everything is over.

I know it’s going to hurt me, but when the thought rises, I don’t block it out.

What if he and I weren’t just friends? I think to myself, as I walk up the driveway to my house.

What if we were more?

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warnings: cursing, fluff, filthy lovemaking smut

Lee pulled you to him, and your thighs straddled his waist. You continued to make out, and you ran your fingers through his hair. You wanted him, in every sense of the word, and he wanted you just as badly. You could hear him softly moaning, and he pulled himself away from your lips to suck on your neck. You weren't afraid of his mouth being on you, or even his teeth. Shivers zoomed up and down your spine as his teeth grazed over your skin with desire.

"Oh, Lee." you whimpered, wrapping your arms around his neck. He pressed kisses up your throat and along your jaw, gliding up to your chin. "I wanna make love, y/n. Make love to me." His voice was huffy as he pleaded with you. But you couldn't fault him for being whiny, as he had just finished crying, and you yourself were just as impatient for him.

Lee's pink, loose-fitting button down was already unbuttoned, so you shoved the material down his arms, and he took the shirt off completely. You ran your hands over his bare skin, feeling how warm and soft he was. He then found the bottom of your shirt with deft fingers and pulled the garment over your head, leaving you topless. You were completely bare in front of him for the first time.

His eyes were glazed over as he took in the sight of your breasts and placed his hands on them. "Fuck." he muttered breathily. You felt him cautiously squeeze your breasts, as he didn't want to hurt you or do anything you weren't comfortable with. Your nipples hardened against his palms, and it was a pleasurable sensation. "Mmm." you moaned, and bit your lip, not wanting to be too loud, not wanting to show your innocence. Lee looked up at you, the green coloring in his eyes was brighter than ever.

"Y/n, you're so fucking beautiful, I just love you so much." He said. You placed your hands on his face, your fingers sprawled across his cheekbones, and you were mesmerized by the number of tiny freckles along his nose and underneath his eyes. "You are the most gorgeous, sweetest, sexiest man I have ever known." You pecked him wetly on the lips. "I'm yours, and you're mine, Lee." you concluded.

His eyes didn't leave yours, not even when he carefully grabbed you and turned you over onto your back. Lee rolled on top of you, propping himself up with his hands and looking down at you. "I see you, y/n, for everything you are. And you see me like no one ever has." He leaned downward, touching his nose to yours, softly nudging the tip of it. "We are one, my love." “Take me, Lee. I want you, please." you begged.

(A/N: it will be more explicit from here)

You watched as Lee unbuttoned and unzipped his shorts quickly. He pushed them off along with his boxers. His cock was growing hard and it plopped out strikingly when freed from its restraint. It was then that you realized just how wet you were. The fabric of your panties was clinging to your sheen of arousal that was seeping from between your folds.

You gasped with anticipation as Lee tucked his fingers into sides of your skirt and pulled it down your legs. Next to come off were your panties, and you looked down and noticed the wet patch on the inside of them. Lee tossed them aside, and shifted his body between your legs.

He then pushed the tip of his member into your slick opening. You locked eyes as he slid inside of you slowly. He moved down to hover over you, his smooth tummy grazed over yours. Lee overwhelmed your lips with a kiss, and you moaned in his mouth as he bottomed out in you. You whimpered and clenched your walls around his entire length.

“Fuuck.” you cried in pleasure. Your hands went to his back and he held you in place with his hands on your sides. Lee started pumping his hips, finding a rhythmic pace. You parted your legs as far as you could for him and started to buck your hips.

“Yes, baby.” Lee praised you, in between his ragged panting. “Feel good?” he asked, rutting into you with shallow, faster thrusts. You threw your head back, moaning, “So good, Lee. It’s amazing.” “Yeah?” he cooed, putting his forehead on you. As he made love to you, you moved your hands over his body, feeling his muscles ripple and flex. He was thin, but so incredibly beautiful to you. You ran your fingers through the curly mess of hair on his head. You loved his little mullet and the pinky color that was mixed with his dark hair.

You felt pleasure and adrenaline rushing through your body, all the way down. You clenched around Lee, both inside you and outwardly as you held him tightly. “Oh, so good.” he muttered, slowing his pace and pecking your lips. “Mmm.” he groaned lowly, his voice vibrating your lips. “You’re close?” he asked, looking in your eyes.

You nodded, “Yes, baby..” His hand wondered down between you and him, where you were connected. He rubbed your clit in tender circles, your wetness making it easy for his fingers to please you. Lee kept moaning and panting and he trembled some. The adrenaline rush became more intense, and you could feel your pulse in your vaginal walls. “Oh fuck, Lee!” you cried.

You came harder than you ever thought possible. Your body shook against Lee. His fingers dug into your hips. You hoped it would leave bruises so that there would be physical proof that you were his. Lee pulled his cock out of you, and he moved over a little bit and used his hand to pump his cock only for a few seconds before he too, came undone, and left his spunk on the blanket next to you.

Plot: sexually confused reader wants to hook up with co-star Timothée but can’t focus because of her girl crush that won’t get out of her mind and Timothée catches on

Warnings: smut, cursing, unprotected sex, female reader being sexually frustrated while hooking up with Timothee, horny Timo, mention of bisexuality, reader having a girl crush while also crushing on Timothee, mention of a future threesome

Timothée was more than excited to hook up with y/n. They had been crushing on each other on set for what seemed like forever and had been in a committed flirtationship. He found it difficult to even become interested in someone else because it felt like he’d be betraying her.

Finally, the time for them to be together had arrived. They went to a nice dinner and afterward, Timothee took y/n home to his apartment. She sat on the couch as he went over to play some mood music on the record player. He settled on one of his favorite R&B songs and turned on his heel to face her. A cocky grin crept onto his lips.

y/n smiled back, and he came over to her, sitting extremely close, so close that it was nearly intoxicating for them both. He leaned in, touching his nose to hers and letting his fingertips graze over her cheeks. Timothee pressed a chaste kiss on her lips at first, then leaned away to look into her eyes. They grinned at each other.

He took her sweet eye contact as a sign to continue further. He caressed her hair and rested his hand on the back of her head. The next kiss he gave her was deeper and more sensual than before. He attempted to introduce his tongue into her mouth, but her lips would not part.

She was kissing him back but wouldn't let it get any deeper. She also wouldn't put her hands on him at all, her chest was turned toward him, and she was kissing him, but the rest of her body language was not in tune enough for him. He wasn't mad or offended. He was concerned, however, that she wasn't as into him as he thought.

Timothee didn't want this night to go on any longer if she wasn't there with him, one hundred percent. He pulled away from her mouth, and said, "You're not into this. I mean, at least not completely. Obviously, you're still into me, otherwise you wouldn't be here right now. But I can't do this, not if you're holding back. Are you okay, y/n?" His brows furrowed as he focused on how she was going to reply.

"Oh, Timmy," she sighed, putting her hand on her head. "I'm sorry. I really like you, it's not that. It doesn't have anything to do with you, you're... prefect." "Oh no." he grimaced, joking, "This isn't one of those 'it's me, not you' moments, is it?" She laughed, putting her hand on his leg. "No! I promise you, it's not. I've just been confused lately."

"Confused...about what?" he cocked his head to the side slightly. She inhaled sharply, and exhaled, saying, "Okay, honestly, I don't think I'm totally straight." His eyes widened, his eyebrows raised, "Oh." "Yeah, 'oh." she sighed, leaning back onto the couch. "Hey, it's okay. It's nothing to be embarrassed about. Sexuality is a tricky thing sometimes."

Timmy loosened up a bit, just wanting her to know that she was in a safe space. "Do you wanna talk to me about it?" he asked. She shrugged, "I don't know how to explain it." He nodded, "Okay, how long have you felt like this?" "The last couple of years, I'd say. I mean, all you hear as a woman is, "When are you gonna get a boyfriend?" or "Have you been seeing any guys lately?" and things like that. And I just never thought to explore other...options."

"So, what makes you think you're not straight? Like are there any women you're attracted to?" Timothee leaned in closer to her, giving her his full attention. "Well, I've always thought that women are pretty, but lately I've noticed that there are women that I'm actually attracted to." "Okay, okay, is there any one in particular that you would like to..uh, ya know." he grinned awkwardly.

"Timmy, you want to help me get laid?" she asked, giggling at the way the night had transpired. He shrugged, "I mean, I can be here for whatever you might need." "Well, thank you. I appreciate that." she blushed, and moved forward, holding onto him as she kissed his lips. "You're so sweet." she whispered as she parted her mouth from his.

Timothee smiled and pecked her lips. He embraced her and held her to him as he lay back on the couch with her. Y/n let herself get comfy as she cuddled up to him. "Okay, so who is she?" He smirked and wiggled his eyebrows at her. Y/n giggled; her face began turning red. "Ohh, there definitely is someone." Timmy teased. "Oh, shut up, Timmy." she laughed nervously, and hid her face in the crook of his neck.

"Oh, no no. You've gotta tell me, y/n." She looked at him, ready to spill her guts. "Wait, before you do, does this mean that you and I aren't... like, a thing anymore?" He bit his lip after his question, feeling a little bit nervous himself. "No! Timmy, not at all. I'm sorry to make you question this! I mean, that's the thing: I think about...sex with you, and then sex with her, and then I think about...fucking both of you at the same time."

Timothée grinned like a mad man. “Wow.” “Yeah.” she giggled, then smashed her lips onto his. She moaned into his mouth hungrily. He rested his hands on her ass as she grinded her hips against him on the couch. She started whining softly, whimpering as he grew hard against her crotch.

“So, uh-" he spoke weakly, “who is this girl, y/n?” She didn’t stop moving on him. “Mm-oh, um her name’s Maddie, she’s in hair and makeup. Blonde, tan skin, plump pink lips.” “Oh yeah,” he said, gripping her tightly by the hips as she fucked him through his jeans, “yeah, I think I know who you’re talking about. She’s hot.” “Yeah, she’s really sweet and smart too.”

“More sweet and smart than me?” he pouted. “Timmy,” she cooed, lowering her face to his, “it’s not a competition. I still want you as much as I always have.” “Yeah? I’m glad to hear that. Why don’t you show me how much you want me?”

Y/n smirked, “Gladly. I want you all to myself first anyway.” She then smashed her lips to his, moaning softly, yet hungrily in the process. Timmy moaned too, holding her closer. “What do you mean me first? Like you wanna threesome after this?” he asked, speaking between heated kisses.

“I mean, if you and she are both willing, then yes.” She smiled, hopefully. “Oh,” he said, realizing, “okay, I’m good with that.” “Oh, thank you Timmy, I’m so glad!” she leaned into his neck, pressing her lips to his skin. “God, you turn me on so much.” she whispered against him, and she started moving against his crotch again.

y/n snuck her hands underneath his shirt, sprawling her fingers over his warm tummy. She gradually began pushing the fabric of his shirt up and over his head as he raised his arms. Timmy then took the lead and pulled her shirt off and in the same motion, reached behind her and unhooked her bra. He palmed her breasts, and she moaned softly as he pressed against her hard nipples.

Timmy leaned down, capturing her left nipple in his wet mouth, sucking on it lightly, then moving to the right one, moaning around her puckering bud. y/n wove her fingers into his curls, tugging on them a little bit as he ran his tongue over her breasts. He stopped after a moment, and smirked up at her.

He grabbed her, and gently tossed her onto her back on the seat of the couch, making her laugh before he crawled onto her and kissed her sloppily. He put nearly all his weight on her, they were skin flushed against skin, creating heat and friction between them. Timmy pulled away from her, and y/n immediately felt a coldness, and longing for him to return to the spot he was in.

He had raised up and sat back on his heels to unbutton and pull down his jeans. "Tell me what you want, y/n." he said, looking down at her with hooded eyes. "I want you to fuck me." "Yeah?" "Yes." she hooked her legs around his waist. "Please." she pleaded, looking up at him with a doe eyed expression. He chuckled, shifting his body down as his cock sprang up. Y/n moaned at the sight of his cock, standing tall and drips of precum leaking from his tip.

"You ready?" "Yes, I want you inside me." With that, he took ahold of his cock, and pressed it to her opening. As he slid inside her, he leaned in and kissed her deeply, and she opened her mouth wide for him to slip his tongue in. He instantly began bucking his hips with shallow thrusts, letting her adjust to his length at her own pace.

"Fuck, Timmy!" she cried, digging her fingernails into his back and clamping her legs around him. Timmy panted, rocking his hips and spreading her walls as he entered her further. She clenched her eyes shut, keeping still, and letting him rut inside of her. She continued spewing profanities and crying out praises for him.

After some time, he was hitting her hard and deep, filling her up completely with his length. She started to feel numb, and he pressed his fingers on her clit, slowly rubbing her. "Mmm, yes, yes, right there!" she moaned, as he hit her g spot perfectly in time with rubbing her swollen clit. "Fuck, I'm gonna come!" "Yes, baby, I want your cum all over my dick. I'm gonna fill up this pussy." Timmy cooed.

So I used to do requests on Wattpad, and I’m thinking about doing that sort of thing again in the new year, when time allows me of course. If you guys want to, feel free to send me any requests, ideas, etc., that you may have for Timothée or character fics. I’m open to anything, really; fluff, smut, angst

Thank you for following me, and supporting my writing so far on this app! Have a happy and safe new year, all!<3

I almost said his name.

Some girl, I don't keep track of their names at this point, has her lips attached to a particularly sensitive spot on my neck, and I almost said his name. The thought of what I almost did causes a feeling of disgust to run through me, and the mood is killed. I sigh in annoyance, and push her off of me as politely as someone can in this situation.

"What's wrong?" She asks, narrowing her blue eyes at me.

"I have somewhere to be," I lie, my voice completely flat.

She rolls her eyes. Without another word, she hops onto her bike leaning on the side of the building we made out against. She rides away without looking back—typical Italian girl. They get so wounded when I refuse to date them after we sleep together. Just because I fucked you doesn't mean I care about you, you know?

"Ciao!" I yell sarcastically, earning a red manicured middle finger in response.

A tiny smirk appears on my lips. Once again—nothing I'm not familiar with. As I look around me, my fingers working to button the baby blue collared shirt I'm wearing, my eyes scan the streets. Warm buttery light washes over the pavement, and it smells of espresso and dew. It's only ten in the morning.

I could bike, but the heat is sweltering, and I don't feel like renting one and expelling any effort to pedal. I take to walking home instead, since it isn't far, and hum softly to myself, and glance towards the small coffee shop on the street near my villa.

Sharp pain eases it's way back into my chest, and I sigh, tearing my eyes away from the people I see sipping their espressos in the window of the café.

I'm reminded of him everywhere.

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I shove open the front door, and am immediately greeted with the scent of baking bread.

"Mama!" I call, my voice echoing off the high ceiling of our house.

She's in the kitchen, her dark curly hair, which I inherited, twisted up into a bun. She turns when she hears me enter the room, and smiles, the crows-feet beside her eyes not doing anything but making her prettier, if possible.

"Tesoro mio," she greets, and pulls me into a warm hug, the smell of cinnamon and vanilla engulfing me.

"Ti amo," I mutter into her shoulder, and pull away to snag a slice of the fresh bread on the counter. "ciao."

She waves me off, an amused look on her face,  and I scamper away, heading upstairs to my room. The second I'm in, and shut the door, I'm tugging my shirt off, tossing the soft blue material onto the floor. As soon as it's off, I feel ridiculously empty—I'm absolutely stupid, it's just a shirt.

But it's not just a shirt.

Refusing to let my thoughts wander any further, I walk into the bathroom, tugging on a clean black sweater as I do. It's huge and swallows my frame like a gigantic black hole. I turn the sink on and splash cold water onto my face, taking in a deep breath. The skin under my eyes is dark and a little puffy, since I haven't gotten a proper night's sleep since summer.

Not since Oliver.

"Elio! Elio come downstairs, hurry!" My mother calls, and I sigh a little, pulling my eyes away from my reflection.

I shuffle my feet on the stairs, and jog lightly into the living room, where my mom holds the telephone, her eyes wide. Nerves? Excitement? I can't tell. The look she gives me makes me a little sick, and I already know who it is before she tells me.

"Oliver," I hear, and the voice sends my stomach into knots. My chest is tight, and my throat feels like it's being squeezed. My mouth is dry.

"E-Elio," I choke out, once my mother leaves the room to give me some privacy.

"How um," Oliver's voice sounds nervous. I can almost picture the expression on his face—eyebrows furrowed, most likely chewing on his bottom lip as he searches his mind for words. "how are you doing?"

I don't know how to reply. Do I tell him I'd never drank alcohol before I met him? Before he left? Do I tell him I can't count the amount of girls I've slept with in the past few months on two hands? What am I supposed to say to that question? What am I supposed to say at all?

"I miss you." I mumble into the receiver, completely evading his question.

He starts to reply, and is cut off by someone I can't see. I hear him laughing, and a girl's voice muffled in the background. My heart drops into my stomach, and the oatmeal I had for breakfast is threatening to come up.

"Oliver?" I question, my voice sounding weak when it leaves my mouth, and I cringe internally. I hate the sad little boy he reduces me to.

He sighs happily, and I hear the girl's laughter in the back fade, and he when he finally speaks, my heart feels like it's being squeezed.

"Sorry, Cherie's always messing with me when I'm on the phone, she loves attention."

My mind is racing. There's no way he'd talk so casually about someone else on the phone with me. Me. He wouldn't...right?

"Cherie?" I repeat, my voice strained.

Oliver coughs awkwardly, and that's enough answer for me. He doesn't reply for several moments, and I exhale shakily.

"What did you call about, Oliver?" I ask, trying to keep my tone steady.

He's quiet, continuing not to answer, and I wonder briefly if he hung up.

"I remember everything.." he whispers, as if not wanting to be overheard, and I squeeze my eyes shut, fighting the tears in my eyes.

"Oliver I—"

"Wait, please," he interrupts, and continues without my reply. "I called to invite you to my wedding. I know it's short notice, but it's this Saturday. Your parents already said you guys would be coming. I had plane tickets booked."

My mind is reeling.

"You can't be serious?"

"Before you say anything, just know that I've been debating for months about when to call you. If I should call you at all—even. But Elio—god, Elio...I need to see your face again. I need to—" He stops.

My heart is pounding hard. I want him to say the three words I've wanting to hear—since summer, right now, every single day. But he doesn't say them, and that hurts me even more.

"Please come to the wedding," he finishes, and sighs. "I wont take no for an answer."

Before I can reply, he hangs up, and I'm blinking slowly, the moisture in my eyes dispersing as I try and wrap my head around what's going to happen in the next few days.