#timothee hal chalamet

[babyflorencee]

Worries and apologies

Timothée Chalamet x fem!Reader

I slammed the passenger door of my fiancé's car shut as I stormed inside mine and Timothée’s house, not caring enough to wait for him to get out of the car. I walked into our bedroom, crawling into bed, and pulling the blanket up to my neck, my back facing the door.

I sat there taking in everything that had happened earlier that day, growing more upset as I replayed Timothée screaming at me in front of our family and friends over and over again in my head.

Timothée and I had planned on going to dinner with our close friends and family as a way of spending our 3 year anniversary, but it didn't go as any of us expected. We ended up getting into an argument before we could even leave the restaurant.

I laid in the dark as tears started to form in my eyes as I tried to sink further into the mattress, wishing that I could just disappear.

I eventually decided that I was going to stay at a hotel for a few days, since I figured Timothée wouldn't want to see me. I grabbed the telephone that was on the side table, dialing a hotel's number as I waited for them to pick up. Once they did, they informed me that there would be an available spot in an hour. They said that they just needed to get it cleaned and that they would call back when it was ready. So I made a reservation before I got up from my bed, walking into my closet, grabbing my pajamas and a couple of outfits before stuffing them into a small bag. I went back into bed, waiting for the phone to ring, when I heard the bedroom door opening and then slamming shut. I jumped a little at the noise as I pulled the blanket up more, hoping that he wouldn't try to talk to me. However, my hopefulness soon disappeared as I felt the bed dip.

I pulled the blanket further up my body, as I tried to pretend that he wasn't there. Which worked up until I felt his arms wrapping around my waist, pulling me closer to him until my back hit his chest, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. I sat there, not moving, waiting for him to talk. It didn't take long before I heard him speaking in a calming tone, slightly whispering. He almost never spoke that way with me unless he knew I was unhappy with him. He thinks that if he lowers his volume, it will make up for raising his voice at me, but it doesn't.

"Y/n, I'm sorry for earlier. I shouldn't have raised my voice at you. It won't happen again, I promise." He said, pressing a kiss on my neck with every word he spoke.

I knew that what he was telling me was the truth, but I couldn't help but feel like it wasn't. So I stayed put. I felt him holding onto me tighter as I started to feel bad. I was about to roll over when I heard the phone starting to ring, "hello, who is this?" I heard Timothée say, as I closed my eyes, hoping that it wasn't the hotel. 

"Oh uh no I would like to cancel that reservation." He said in a serious tone.

I looked up seeing him with an unreadable look on his face, soon enough he put the phone down as he turned to the side to face me, "You were going to leave?" He asked me, moving a strand of hair away from my eyes.

I didn't know what to say. How could I tell the man I am about to marry that I was thinking of leaving him for a few days? So I just nodded my head.

"Please don't ever leave me, I'm so sorry." Timothée said, his voice breaking, before engulfing me into a tight hug.

 "I won't, I’m sorry, I forgive you," I whispered in his ear, wrapping my arms around his neck, playing with the tips of his hair. 

"Promise?" He asked, keeping his head into my neck, not wanting to look at me.

"I promise," I said, pressing a kiss on the top of his head as I pulled his body closer to mine, my heart melting when he wrapped his arms around me.

[houseofchalamet]

Biggest Fan

Pairing: Timothee Chalamet x f!Reader Summary: Reader has been absolutely filthy in the DMs and when she meets Timothée unexpectedly, he wants her to make good on her promises. Warnings: Smut (oral - male receiving), sexualizing a celebrity, technically a power imbalance, curse words. Word count: 2k

There was no way he’d ever see your DMs. He probably got thousands of messages a day; yours would get lost in a sea of countless others. And he was rarely ever on Twitter…

Still, you’d occasionally send some DMs anyway, just for the hell of it. It started tame. Telling him how much you loved his work, how excited you were for the next Dune movie… Small things like that. 

And then the thirst started.

It was all because of the Oscars… The damn Oscars. God, he looked so good. You felt like you were going to explode the second the shirtless image of him appeared on your TV screen. In the heat of the moment, you whipped out your phone and began typing every lewd thought that popped into your head.

Everything about him was perfect, from his hair down to the smallest details, like the rings on his fingers. You drank in every image you could find of his bare chest. Before you knew it, you were composing the nastiest paragraph you’d ever written in your life (up until that point, at least) and hitting send without a second thought.

God, it’s almost unfair how perfect you are. You’re so fucking sexy in your sparkly little jacket. I wanna taste every inch of you. I want you to fuck my mouth and make me gag on your cock. I want your cum running down my throat. I want you to fuck me so hard and fast that all I know is your name. I want you to absolutely obliterate me. I wanna be your personal fuckdoll… I’m fucking dripping just thinking about it. I need you inside me so fucking bad. I’m such a needy slut for you.

That was just the first one, and as time went on, they grew more graphic. It became an outlet, a way to get all of this sexual energy out. Your messages ranged from short, innocent sentences to long, erotic paragraphs detailing all of the depraved things you wanted him to do to you.

But he’d never see it.

Right?

***

The club was full of drunk, sweaty bodies. You were perfectly content to stand in the corner all night with your best friend, Jess, and sway to the music, feeling the bass vibrate through the floor.

“Hey, isn’t he that guy you’re so obsessed with?” Jess asked, pointing discreetly to a group of guys in the corner.

Your jaw dropped as you realized you were standing in the presence of the Timothée Chalamet. He was with a group of friends and appeared to be having a good time. Your heart began to race in your chest.

“Come on,” Jess said, taking in your stunned appearance. She tugged your hand, starting to lead you in his direction, but you pulled back.

“Are you fucking insane? I can’t just walk right up to him, I’ll literally drop dead on the spot.”

“Okay, fine, don’t talk to him.” She held back a laugh at your outburst. “But you know if you don’t at least stand in the same general vicinity as him, you’ll hate yourself forever.” 

Damn. You hated when she was right.

You both weaved through the crowd, strategically placing yourselves closer and closer every few moments without making it too obvious. 

You fought the urge to keep glancing at him, though all you wanted to do was drink in his appearance. You weren’t sure you’d ever get the chance to see him in person again. 

Jess was talking about something Britney had said to her earlier - you weren’t really paying too much attention - when you tried to steal a glance at exactly the wrong moment.

His eyes met yours. 

And instead of looking away and pretending nothing had happened like a normal person would in this circumstance, you froze. Your eyes widened, giving you a slight deer-in-the-headlights expression. He broke into that adorable, lopsided smile you loved so much.

Then, to your surprise, he started moving toward you.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” you whispered to Jess.

“Wha-”

“Hey, I’m Timothée,” he said. Jess’s eyes widened, too, as she processed the situation. Holy fuck he was so close, you could smell him now. And he smelled good.

“I… I know,” you replied stupidly, the awe evident in your voice.

“I’m Jess, and this is (Y/N),” she stepped in for you. “It’s so nice to meet you.”

“You too,” he smiled. His eyes flicked back to you. His brow furrowed and his head tilted to one side as he took you in, but after a few seconds, he shook his head. “Sorry, have we met before?”

“Umm…” You pretended to think for a second, even though you’d definitely remember if you’d met this literal god before. “Nope, I don’t think so.”

“Hm… Weird. I thought I recognized you from somewhere.”

You shrugged this off; he’d probably met so many fans in so many countries, there was bound to be at least one other girl somewhere who somewhat resembled you.

He was extremely nice and offered to take photos with you. He hung around to chat for a few minutes before excusing himself back to his friends. Besides your general awkwardness - which he was probably used to, judging by the way he easily brushed it off - the interaction couldn’t have gone any better.

“He’s literally my future husband,” you told Jess dreamily as you both watched him walk away.

“Not if I marry him first,” she joked.

“Hey! At least share!” You pouted.

She jokingly stuck her tongue out at you, and then her eyes scanned the room. “Well, if my marriage to Timmy doesn’t pan out, I think I just found his replacement. Mind if I go dance?”

“Nah, go right ahead,” you replied. You leaned against a wall, focusing on your phone. You posted your photo with Timmy to Instagram, and then popped onto Twitter to make the photo your profile pic. Your moots were about to go feral. For a moment, your thumb hovered over the messages icon. 

Ah, why not?

Hot sweatpants, cutie. I’ll make you sweat and pant;)

You chuckled a little to yourself. God, that was a cringey one. Still, it was just for your entertainment, so why not?

You continued scrolling through Twitter, enjoying your fifteen minutes of fame as you were bombarded by a million questions, each more unhinged than the last (‘What did he smell like?’ ‘Who was he with?’ ‘Did you lick his hand? I would’ve licked his hand’ etc). You were in the middle of replying to someone when you heard a voice beside you.

“I know where I recognized you from!”

Your eyes met his green ones and your breath caught in your throat. You weren’t expecting any more attention from Timothée, but obviously welcomed it.

“Where’s that?” you asked, trying to be nonchalant. He pulled up his phone and showed you the screen.

Your eyes widened and your mouth dropped open. You were horrified as you took in Timothée’s view of your DM’s. He must have turned his read receipts off. He didn’t seem to notice your embarrassment as he scrolled up in the conversation a little.

“This is one of my favorites, ‘My ass is grass and I want you to mow it.’ Or that time you just sent the link to Deep Throat by Cupcakke.”

“Oh, god,” you said, putting your head in your hands. You couldn’t even deny that it was you; the profile picture gave you away. You wanted to spontaneously combust. “I didn’t think you’d actually see that.”

“I could tell…” he chuckled. Thankfully, he scrolled past your more… needy messages and focused on the ironic ones. “‘I would let you break my back in half, spit in my mouth, dislocate my jaw, pee on me, rip out my intestines, and then hit me with your car and I’d still be your biggest fan.’”

“Ugh, God,” you groaned. 

He smirked at you and you swore his eyes flicked down to your lips for a split second. When he spoke again, the joking tone had disappeared. “You think you’re my biggest fan?”

Your mouth opened but no words came out. You drew in a sharp breath. “I- uh… y-yeah.”

His voice dropped dangerously low; you were sure no one else could hear. “Would you be willing to prove it?”

His words swam around in your head and you struggled to make sense of them. Surely, you had misunderstood… You blinked, watching as his tongue swiped over his lips. 

“Absolutely.”

Before you could even process what was happening, he had taken your hand and led you down a hallway, somehow unseen by anyone else. He slipped you into a bathroom and shut the door behind you both. 

Pressing you against the door, he attached his lips to yours.

You felt yourself relax into him as he kissed you deeply. Suddenly, your shy side had disappeared and in its place stood the horndog who had written all those DMs. You gently bit his bottom lip and he wound his arms around your waist, pulling you even closer. You slipped your tongue into his mouth and he ground against you. You practically moaned; he was already hard. You reached down, stroking him through his pants. He was just as big as you’d imagined.

You pushed him back until he was leaning against the sink and were on your knees in an instant, tugging down his sweatpants. You licked your lips as his dick sprang free.

“Love reading your desperate little messages over and over again…” he sighed, his head dropping back a little as you stroked him slowly.

“Mmm… Yeah?” you smirked, taking the tip between your lips and sucking lightly. His eyes rolled back and his mouth dropped open as he gripped the counter for support. You could tell he was restraining himself from bucking his hips up into you.

“Fuuuuckkk yeaaah,” he hissed. Slowly, teasingly, you began to descend on him. “God, I jack off nearly every day to them… Love seeing how needy you are for me.”

Your brain practically stopped working; the situation you found yourself in was too good to even begin to comprehend. Timothée Chalamet had just admitted to enjoying your depraved fantasies while his dick was in your mouth. Your pussy was dripping.

You hummed in response, hollowing your cheeks and bobbing your head torturously slow. He seemed to understand the game you were playing and was happy to give you more.

“Sometimes I go onto your profile and scroll through your selfies and imagine fucking you just like you want me to.” One of his hands weaved into your hair, but he didn’t apply any pressure just yet. You took all of him in your mouth now, his tip nudging the back of your throat. You came back up slowly, running your tongue along the bottom of his shaft.

“Fuck,” he hissed again. You started to bob your head faster now. After a few moments, his restraint wavered and he began to thrust into you. You blinked up at him, eyes full of nothing but pure adoration as he fucked your mouth. “Fuck, (Y/N), you’re so fucking good for me… Gonna be a good girl and swallow my cum?”

“Mmmhm,” you hummed and he gasped at the feeling of your throat vibrating. He released another string of curses before you felt his hot cum shooting down your throat. You absolutely savored the moment, taking in every drop you could. You never wanted to forget this feeling; this taste. 

You bobbed your head a couple more times before pulling off, causing his legs to tremble. He caught his breath, pulling his pants back up. He looked down at you, knelt on the floor before him, eyes glazed over, cheeks flushed and lips swollen. 

He held out a hand to help you up, which you took. You frowned, unhappy that your encounter was over.

But as if reading your mind, he took your face in his hands. “Don’t look so disappointed. I’m not finished with you yet, love.”

[lixzey]

The Unknown Number

a/n: again, ignore time stamps! this is the last part for today! next part is a written one 🫣

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[timotheeupdates]

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[iconsysl]

like if you save/use or credit on twitter @hailsysl

[helens3amstuff]

MY LIFE IS OVER. DHMU EVER AGAIN. IM THROWING MY PHONE AWAY

(timothée and kylie are in a beyoncé concert and it’s the first time we see him proper smoking and it’s next to her but also timmy is my husband and that means that he’s actually cheating on me but i’m delulu and i think that i actually stand a chance with him in the future but now how do i compete to kylie jenner ????)

[timotheechlamett]

roommate tim?

AND THEY WERE ROOMMATES

cover by @softhecreator 💗

WARNINGS: platonic relationship, fluff, pining?, roommate!timothee, fem!reader, use of alcohol, not proof read /:

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Moving to New York was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. It wasn’t the fast pace of city life or the fact that everything was brand new that had me worried, it was the cost to live there. I could deal with the other things.

Even with the money I’d set aside from every paycheck, freshman year to now, wasn’t enough to last me more than two months. I had looked at many, many, many, apartments before deciding to look for a roommate. It was a last resort.

I took a trip up East from my Midwest home and met a plethora of future roommates, but only one in particular sat right with me.

Timothée Chalamet.

The way his name rollled off my tongue was nearly enough to send me back home packing, I just had a feeling, you know?

None the less I had to be smarter than that, yet as he sat across from me in the coffee shop, I found myself entranced by the life story he couldn’t help but spew my way. It was like he had word vomit, I’d barely gotten a word in myself and it was a wonder he didn’t question me.

He was the most sweet and nervous of the bunch of candidates. Normally those things would be a red flag where I’m from, but the way he made me laugh, along with how he carried himself, and the genuine care how I found my way around here, let me know I’d met my match.

So I waited until he had talked himself hoarse and returned the favor. I told him I was fulfilling a dream of my younger self, my family and I were from a small town, how I had never been in a city this big, but I could feel the creative energy run through me when I took in the scenery, or walked down the sidewalk, I told him how I felt I finally belonged.

Him being a native, accepted that statement rather quickly and supported it. He sat back in his chair with a smirk.

“I’ve been looking for a roommate for months and, it may sound strange, but you’re the only person I can see myself co-existing with.” He said with a true smile on his face.

I let myself smile before answering, “I’ve met with a few people today and you know what? I think you might have read my mind.”

And that was endgame. A week and a half later we were moved into our place.

There was string of time, months, where we spent every second together. Going furniture shopping, finding our favorite breakfast, lunch, and dinner spots, we went grocery shopping together, he even went as far as walking me up and down the streets near and far just so I’d be familiar with the area.

But just as fast came a time where he wasn’t home much at all and our schedules became complete opposites.

He had dropped out of NYU when he finally got his big break and the night he got the e-mail we celebrated with shitty champagne and take out. As for me, I had landed an internship on top of small indie roles that paid the bills.

“When are you leaving?” I place more noodles on my plate.

“What’s today?” He asks, mouth half full.

“Wednesday.”

“Thursday, Friday, Saturday..” He lifts a finger for each day.

“You can’t be serious right now-“

“Next Friday.” He holds nine fingers up toward me.

“You leave next week and had to count the days on your hands..out loud?” I raise an eyebrow.

“Look I have a lot going on up here,” He taps his temple with his finger, “Don’t judge.” And sends a smirk my way.

“I’m not judging! It’s kind of refreshing that you didn’t pull out your planner.” My smirk turns to a smile, “You nearly have your whole life written in there, down to each hour.”

“How do you know it’s down to the hour? Have you been reading it?” He asks quizzically, his face deathly serious.

I pause from taking a bite and stare at him with a confused face, “Please tell me you’re joking.”

After a moments pause he bursts out laughing, “No shit I’m joking, I’m not that fucking weird,” He takes a bite of a dumpling, “It’s planned by the week, day, and THEN the hour.” He grins.

Now it was my turn to laugh, “Have you ever considered therapy?”

After loading our dishes, and the dishwasher flooding with bubbles (due to the fact he put Dawn where the Cascade was supposed to go), and both of us throwing said bubbles at one another, we cleaned up and sat down on the couch to watch our show.

I laid down and was nearly asleep, feeling the after effects of our champagne, on my end of the couch. I watched him take another swig from the bottle before closing my eyes.

I could feel his face hovering over mine, “Y/N?” He tried to whisper.

“Yes Timothée.” I keep my eyes closed.

“I’m gonna miss you when I leave,” I feel the couch dip behind me, his head stuffed in the back of my neck, “I miss you already.” His voice is sleepy and rough.

I feel my cheeks heat at his words, such innocent words but in this moment they felt different. Maybe I’m drunk.

“I’m gonna miss you too Tim.” I glance back to find him softly snoring softly behind me, peacefully burrowed uncomfortably beside me.

I really look at him for the first time. Of course he’s been beautiful, but right now he looks angelic, so serene as he sleeps. I face forward again and let the heaviness of sleep take over me.

That night I dreamt of myself in his arms for the first time.

[liltimmytea]

TIMMY IS BACK

[strawberriescherrieskiwi]

Can I just say happy these pictures make me. He looks so soft and happy and I just love him so much.

[babyflorencee]

Books, pillow talks, and an attention-craving boy

Timothée Chalamet x fem!Reader

I was engrossed in 'If We Were Villains," by M. L. Rio, when I heard the door to mine and my boyfriend, Timothée's shared bedroom creak open—just enough for him to peak in. "Hi love," he chimed, entering the room and settling down beside me.

Despite knowing that Tim was there, my eyes remained glued to the page. "Hey," I murmured, too absorbed in the book to feign enthusiasm.

"What are you reading?" He inquired, shifting to lay down directly on top of me, harshly pressing his face into my stomach.

I awkwardly folded the book so that he could see the cover, prompting him to nod in acknowledgement once he read the title.

For about 20 minutes, Tim tried everything he could to divert my attention away from my book and onto him. But once he realized my unwavering focus on the book, he started to grow bored. With a dramatic sigh, he got up, slamming the door shut.

I flinched a little at the sound, but overall I didn't think too much of it as I continued to read, since I was nearing the end. After I read it from front to back, I closed the book, setting it down on my nightstand, before getting up to go look for Tim.

As I descended the stairs, I noticed an unusual quietness, contrary to Timothée's usual ruckus. Muffled talking reached my ears as I entered the living room, finding Tim asleep on the couch with our old, beaten-up radio softly playing in the background.

I walked over to him, waking him up with a gentle shake; he let out a groan, slowly opening his eyes, before asking, "What do you want?" with a hint of sass.

"I want to cuddle," I whispered, reaching my arms out to him, repeatedly making a grabby hand motion, while giving him my best puppy dog eyes.

"Oh so now you want to give me attention," he said, rolling his eyes and turning away from me.

"Timmy," I whined, sitting beside him and pressing my head into his neck, placing a few light kisses there as a way to convince him to cuddle with me.

When he didn't respond, I pressed my mouth against his ear, whispering, "Please baby," while rubbing small circles on his back.

After a moment of faux contemplation, he smiled, lazily pulling me on top of him, before shifting so that I was under him. Once we both got comfortable, he wrapped his arms around my waist, nuzzling his head into my neck, gently sucking on the skin there, causing me to bite back a moan from the sensation he was giving me. "Goodnight, mon amour," he said with a smirk, momentarily lifting his head up to press a kiss on my forehead before returning his face back to my neck.

"Night night," I sleepily replied, wrapping my arms and legs around him, pulling him as close to me as possible.

[houseofchalamet]

POV: You’re Timmy’s S/O and this is what your camera roll looks like (Part 5):

Bonus: “I’m takin a pic of YOU dis time😈”

Part 1 • Part 2 • Part 3 • Part 4 • Part 5

[lixzey]

Can't Help Falling in Love

in which two strangers get accidentally married.

timothée chalamet x oc

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[timotheeupdates]

TIMOTHÉE AT THE VENICE FILM FESTIVAL

[brainbarfsblog]

[helens3amstuff]

so are we all going to ignore the fact that kylie said she wants a baby with timothée because she doesn’t want to lose him and he’s soulmate material (my soulmate tho 😡)

[timotheechlamett]

AND THEY WERE ROOMMATES PT. 4

cover by @softhecreator 💗

PT. 1, PT. 2, PT. 3

HOLY SHIT I HIT 1400!! I love and appreciate every single one of you to the fullest extent!! Thank you, thank you, thank you for supporting me and showing love every time I post. I LOVE YOU ALL!! ❤️

WARNINGS: fluff, jealous timmy, self-doubt, alcohol use (barely), smut, overstimulation, fingering, not proof read srry /:

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“I still can’t believe you went without me.” Timotheé dumps the pot into the trash, "I'm hurt."

“I thought you would be at a table read or something! That's what it's called right?” I smile, taking the pot from him, rinsing it before scrubbing at the rim of pasta sauce soup.

“Obviously you didn't read the planner," He smirks, he reaches over me to get two glasses, his front nearly flush to my backside, “Like I said, I plan it down to the hour. Maybe you should start.” He goes to the next cabinet and grabs the 'good' wine.

I roll my eyes, "Writing in a planner?" I question.

"No! Checking mine. I feel bad you had to carry everything here on your own, how did you even-"

I cut him off, "I took a taxi here, I only carried everything to our door." I wink in his direction. He twists the cap off the bottle.

He snorts a laugh, "Still, I like shopping with you," He leans against the sink and sets mine next to him, pouring a good amount in, "Plus, I'm not sure how many 'normal' experiences I'll have after this role, they have high hopes." He does the same for himself and looks into his glass.

I stop scrubbing and wash my hands off, dry them on my shirt, and grab my glass. He doesn't realize I'm staring, he looks worried, or maybe frustrated? He just looks off.

I take a swig, "You know, you haven't told me much about it." I take another sip and turn to sit against the sink next to him.

"Well, I really wasn't supposed to say anything when I got it," He bites his lip, "It's super under wraps, but this might be the biggest role I ever get." He gets quiet.

"Hm." I hum with a smile, twirling the liquid in my cup, "You almost sound worried Tim." I tease, bumping my shoulder against his.

His eyes meet mine, there's a beat of silence, his face isn't playful or humorous. My face falls before I speak softly, "Are you worried? You can talk to me you know," I place my hand on his elbow soothingly running my thumb against it.

He looks into his cup again, "I'm fucking terrified." He nearly whispers, "I've wanted this for so long, what if I can't land more than this? What if this is it?"

And just as rare as peacefulness with him, a new emotion was washing over his body. He was unsure, unsure and he was scared. My heart broke as he chewed the inside of his bottom lip, he avoids my eyes contact.

"Listen to me," I move in front of him and set my glass down, "I heard you make your audition tape from my room. I listened to you start over so many times I memorized your lines," I lift his chin up, "You are so talented, so, so fucking talented, and the fact you think this will be it for you blows my mind Timothee. This is not just a one time thing, this is your beginning. You put your entire heart into this role and it paid off, imagine what you could accomplish if you keep doing that."

I grab both sides of his face, "You will be great, no fuck that, you will be the best. I believe it with my whole heart you have it in you to be the very fucking best and I will support you in any way you need. Always."

His eyes glaze over, tears begin to form, he leans forward resting his forehead against mine with a sigh, "Thank you." He closes his eyes and breathes out shakily.

"I mean it, always." I run one hand down the back of his neck. He pulls back slightly, our eyes meet, my hands still on him. I can't help but let my gaze flicker towards his lips then back up, he wets them, flicking his tongue out quickly.

"I really want to-"

A pound on the door cuts him off and jolts us back into reality, I almost jump back from him and look towards the door, "The pizza." I clear my throat and walk toward the door.

I look through the peephole then open the door, "Hello." I say sweetly. The young man froze completely, his face flushing at the sight of me.

"H-Hey, I just um- I just need you to sign this." He stutters, I chuckle and take the pen from him, "So how is-" He clears his throat, "How is your night going?" He tries to sound confident as he hands me the pizzas.

I hand the paper back to him, "Um-"

I'm cut off by Timothee, "Her night is going fine, how sweet of you to ask." He takes the boxes from me, closing the door in the delivery boy's face.

"Tim!" I exclaim.

"Y/n!" He sarcastically says back.

"What was that?" I chuckle.

"What? He was being fucking weird." He says almost defensively as he turns toward the kitchen.

"How was he weird! He was being sweet." I bite my lip to contain my laughter.

"Sweet?!", He sits the boxes on the counter and turns toward me.

"If I didn't know better I'd say you were being jealous." I narrow my eyes smiling, only to end up laughing again. He had a smirk on his face as he stalked toward me.

"That’s funny huh?" He asks.

I start calming my laughter down, wiping my eyes, "Not funny, hilarious." I look up.

Suddenly Timothee is barely an inch away, I stare at him, completely taken aback at the distance. He brings a hand up to caress the side of my face, moving closer to me, his other hand wraps around my neck lightly.

He leans in and I inhale, closing my eyes, but his lips don't meet mine. He hovers so close to my mouth I can feel his breath against my lips.

"Tell me you want this." He tilts my head further back, I open my eyes meeting his.

"Tell me you want me and I'm yours." He whispers against my lips.

I couldn't form words to respond, it was like my brain was stuck. I've wanted this for so long but never thought it would happen, never thought I'd have the chance.

I run through the pros and cons, but really I don't give a fuck what the risk is. I want him. I want him now, and I want all of him.

"Please." I finally breathe out, beg really.

His lips are soft and plush against mine, and it feels right. He swipes his tongue across the folds of my lips. I accept him gratefully, warm and demanding, he sucks my bottom lip into his mouth. I let out a whimper and he smiles into the kiss.

He walks me back against the door and pins me against it, his leg between my thigh, he breaks the heated kiss to move down to my neck and leaving love bites in his wake. He licks from the bottom of my neck to my jaw, I can't help but buck my hips against him, moaning unashamedly at the friction. He brings a hand down to my soaked core, rubbing against the soaked fabric of my panties and sleep shorts. I can't help the sound that leaves me as he pulls them to the side, gliding his finger across my slick folds.

“Fuck, so wet for me." He groans, slowly sliding a finger inside me, I gasp at the stretch.

"Mmm. So fucking tight." He attacks my neck again, letting me rut against his fingers as he marks his territory. His fingers would've been enough, would've been if I hadn't felt the hardness of his cock against my thigh.

"Timothee." I pant out, "Timothee, please-"

"What do you want? Tell me, tell me what you want." He breathes against my slick skin. He adds another finger, curling them inside me, I could hear the wetness leaking from me. He kisses his way up to my mouth and pulls away looking into my hooded eyes.

"Fuck me." I whimper.

His mouth slightly agape, eyes boring into mine, pupils dilated, his breathing picks up. He doesn't stop his assault on my weeping hole, I feel my walls start to contract, that coil within me beginning to unravel.

"Tim- I- Fuck- I'm gonna cum." I squeal.

"Say it again." He growls, leaning his ear closer to my mouth, applying more pressure to my neck.

"Please, please, fuck me." I whine breathlessly. Searing euphoria floods my veins, I couldn't form a sentence let alone a word to let him know I hit my peak. I could feel my walls grip his fingers like my life depended on it, my arousal dripping down my thighs. He wasn't letting up. I whine and bring my hand down to his wrist, overstimulation setting in.

"Come on baby, you can do it," He shoves his fingers as deep as possible, "Give me one more."

I let my head fall back against the door, the pleasure so intense I couldn't do anything but pant against his lips. I could feel my second orgasm quickly approaching.

"Such a good girl for me." He pulls back with a smile, I lose myself in his words, I release myself with his name on my tongue, saying it over and over.

He helps me ride it out before removing his fingers, he places gentle kisses against my lips as I catch my breath. He rubs his fingers against my clit making me whimper.

"I can't wait to fill you up." He states.

I meet his gaze once more, realizing tonight, I would be fucking my roommate.

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