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strawberriescherrieskiwi · 4 months

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Just Let Me Adore you.

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From the always lovely @robertpattins0nswh0re

I’m so excited you’re writing today!!!! 🤭

It’s a little cliche but can I request some classic, sweet birthday sex? My birthday is actually in 3 days so could reader and Timmy be celebrating their birthdays together and make love/ praise each other tons? Sweet and simple 💌🥲

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Description: It's your husband's birthday and you want to make sure he knows how much you adore him.

A/N: Hey lovie. I hope you enjoyed this and it is what you had it mind. I tried to make it as sweet and lovely as possible. And happy early birthday.

Warning: Basically just smut. Fluff. Oral sex both male and female receiving. Praising. Unedited.

You feel something touching your face. You scrunch up your nose and swap away whatever is touching you as you just wanted to sleep a little more. For a moment, you were left alone but then the touches were back, and you whined softly.

“So cute,” someone breathed into your cheek. As you came closer to consciousness, you realized that the touches were light kisses someone was peppering on your face. You sighed happily and wrapped your arms around them.

“So now you want my love,” Timmy laughed softly, pecking your lips. You grinned into the kiss as your lips glided over each other. Timmy hummed softly as he pulled away, cupping your face.

Your eyes opened and you stared into his green eyes full of adoration. “Good morning, Timmy,” you said. Your voice was still thick with sleep.

His eyes crinkled slightly as he smiled warmly down at you. “Morning, lovie.” And because he couldn’t help himself, he leaned down and kissed you once more. Your eyes fluttered close again as you lost yourself in your husband.

“I should be spoiling you,” you said hoarsely when you pulled away from each other moments later.

“Hmm. And why is that?” He questioned and lazily kissed along your jaw.

“Because it is your birthday, Timmy,” you chuckled, reaching up to card your hands through his hair. Timmy groaned and shut his eyes burying his face into your neck. You chuckled softly at his reaction and gave his curls a little tug.

He gasped and his hips twitched forward into yours. He was already hard, and you kissed his cheek. “I should have woken you up with my going down on you,” you added just to see his reaction.

Timmy pulled back from your neck and stared down at you with wide lustful eyes. “There is always next year.” He tried to sound teasingly but it came out as a soft whine. Your eyes lit up at how turned on he was already. “You’re adorable, Timmy,” you said kissing him again.

“I love you,” he replied, lips smashed against your own. You bite gently on his lower lips and he keen, grabbing the back of your head and cradling your hand softly as he kissed you desperately.

Every breath Timmy took stole air from your lungs, and you stole it right back as you two kissed. You both grew more urgently. The soft kiss turned more hungry. Timmy bit your lip hard, and you moaned into his mouth.

Timmy broke the kiss by tracing his lips down your throat. His tongue makes a path to your chest making you sigh in bliss. Timmy pulled away and just stared at you for a moment as you both breathed heavily.

And then you two were on each other. You both cupped each other face and kissed ravenously. Your hands slipped under his t-shirt silently demanding that he take out off, which he did at once then removed yours tossing them over his shoulder.

“God you are so enthralling,” he said.

“No one says that, Timmy.” You said with no malice just awe at your husband. His words had you flushing, and you quickly sat up and pushed his shoulder until he was lying on his back.

“You are exquisite. Mesmerizing. Stunning. Just fucking beautiful,” he said with a goofy smile of adoration on his face. His lips were swollen and his curls were messy from your hands being in them. His chest rose quickly and was flushed with a small layer of sweat.

“You have no idea what is exquisite, do you?” You said with a slight shake of your head. “You are angelic Timothee. I can’t believe you’re my husband and I get to be with you every day for the rest of my life.”

Timmy's eyes widened and he sat up a bit to kiss under your chin. “I’m lucky to have you. I’ve been blessed in so many aspects of my life, but never more than when you decided to marry me.”

“I love you and happy birthday,” you said as you pushed his shoulder back again and slowly moved down his body pulling his shorts off as you went. “No underwear, Timmy? What would the world say if they knew,” you joked.

Timmy laughed. “Oh, the horror that would do. Would my career ever recover,” He teased back as he looked down at you.

You laughed lightly before kissing his thigh. Timmy's laughter got caught in his throat and you smirked as you kissed his other thigh. Going back and forth on each thigh working your closer to his cock.

“It’s my birthday. Don’t tease me,” he whined.

“I’m not. I am just taking my time with you. It’s your birthday and I want to enjoy every part of you.” You said, mouthing at the head of his cock softly.

Taking in a sharp breath, Timmy's hands moved to your hair, patting your head softly, but the eagerness was apparent by the way his fingers tightened slightly. Keeping your eyes on him you slowly took him into your mouth. Your name fell from his lips as he fought to keep his hips on the bed.

You swirled your tongue around his head a few times before pulling back. “So pretty, Timmy. And so perfect.” You praised before going back down and taking him into your mouth. You hollowed your cheeks and slowly bobbed your hand on his cock.

“S-Shit. Don’t stop, please.” He was stuck between wanting to close his eyes and enjoy the pleasure you were giving him or keeping his eyes on you the whole time. Your eyes were half closed and your lips stretched so perfectly around his cock.

He thought you were always breathtaking, but you with his cock in your mouth did dangerous things to him. He decided on watching you the moment those half-hooded eyes clashed with his.

You winked and started to suck faster. Your hands took his balls into your hand and started kneading them softly. Timmy writhed on the bed moaning louder and louder the faster you got. His hands were not firmly in your hair tugging harshly and pushing his cock further in your mouth.

His stomach tightened. “Baby. My stunning wife, I’m going to fucking cum. I love you. F-fuck,” His hips jerked forward and his cock slide deeper down your throat causing you to gag slightly and your eyes to water. Your mouth filled with his cum and you groaned drinking down everything he gave you.

Timmy moaned and praised you softly as he fucked your throat lovingly. You let his cock slip from your mouth and pressed kisses to his balls and the head of his cock before kissing his lower stomach.

“You are truly spectacular when you come, Timothee,” you said, voice a bit rough and low.

“That was fucking spectacular. Like really spectacular.” He breathed out shakily. You smiled moving up his body and resting your hand on his chest.

“Yeah? A good start to your birthday?” You asked.

“An amazing start. And it can only get better,” he said kissing your nose. “Because, if you remember, your birthday is only a few days away. So, we both should be worshiped, don’t you think?” Before you could respond you were laid on your stomach and Timmy was behind you.

“Timmy, “ you whimpered.

“It’s my turn,” he said, kissing the small of your back. He grabbed a pillow and put it under your hips raising them slightly. “Don’t want me baby to get a cramp,” he said, pulling your underwear teasingly to slow down your legs.

“These are a bit drenched, my love.” He teased.

“You should take that as a compliment.”

“Oh, I do. And I will repay you back for it.” Timmy said as his fingers began to tease your drooling cunt. His fingers ghost over your slit and barely touch your clit. Your hips wiggle as you grow wetter.

“Who is teasing who now,” you huffed. But it quickly turns into a drawn-out whine as he pushes two fingers inside of your tight cunt as his lips attach to your clit. You sob out his name as he pumps his fingers relentlessly inside of you.

“Feels so good. Timmy, more. Love you,” you close your eyes as he curls his fingers and your head started to spin a bit. The pressure inside of you was building quickly and you moved your hips humping his hand.

Timmy sucked faster on your clit and added other fingers making you clench tighter on him. He groaned, letting his teeth graze your clit. You inhale sharply and come around his fingers.

“So perfect for me, my love. Cumming on my fingers. Making them nice and slick, fuck. I need to taste.” He spread your cheeks and sunk his tongue into your winking and moist cunt.

“Fucking hell, Timothee,” you gasped, your hips stuttering on the bed. The room filled with the sounds of Timmy greedily devouring you. You whined and begged for him and he was never one to disappoint his wife.

Your second orgasm was happening before you could even comprehend it. Your body felt ablaze and your praised Timmy as you fucked yourself back on his face. His hands were on either side of your hips trying to keep you as close to him as possible.

He slowly withdrew licking his lips to savor the taste of you. Moving to lay next to you Timmy pulled you into his arm and kissed you mercifully. His tongue chases your own into your mouth mimicking the same motions he just did on your body.

You both pulled away in need of air but pressed your foreheads together, shaking the same breath. You kissed his nose. Timmy kissed your cheekbone. You kissed his left eye. He kissed your right eye. You both giggled at your little kissing contest and reached for each other hands at the same time.

“I love you,” you both whispered making you both laugh.

“Honestly nothing can top this morning. Birthday complete.” He said, rubbing his nose lovely into your cheek.

“Really? Not even the cupcakes I made?”

He paused. “Did you get the recipe your family has for double chocolate?” He asked.

You nodded bringing your joint hands up to your mouth and kissing them. “Okay then maybe that is better than sex,” he teased.

“I can’t even argue with that. They are so yummy,” you agreed.

“You’re yummy. My yummy wife,” he said, kissing all over your face.

“Okay Justin Bieber calm down,” you joked. Timmy laughed along with you. Lying back on the bed and pulling you into his arms.

“I can’t believe I am 28,” he said.

“Yeah, you are getting old,” you said, kissing his neck.

“Your birthday is around the corner,” he reminded.

“Yeah, but yours is still first,” you replied.

Timmy grabbed one of your legs and put it on his hip. “I guess that just means I’m wiser,” he shrugged as he pushed into you.

You grunted wrapping one of your arms around his shoulder while the other joined his on your hip. “I got you a good gift too,” you said.

“Oh really?” He asked burrowing his cock deep inside of you. “I hope you like what I got you,” he groaned.

Your head dropped to his shoulder, and you kissed his collarbone. “I always love what you get me. You worry too much.”

“Because I love you so much.” His grip tightened on your hips and moved his hips slightly causing him to sink deeper into you at a different angle. Each thrust now hitting your sweet spot.

“I love you too. So much, my sweet boy,” you moved your head up connecting your lips in a passionate kiss. Timmy hastily picked up speed feeling you both grow closer to your peek.

“My sweet sweet perfect wife. I love you. So happy to spend the rest of my life with you.” He said into your mouth.

Your moans got swallowed by Timmy as you moved your hips in tandem with each other. Your hips collided with his thrust and your lips fought to stay together as you moved. Your nose bumped awkwardly, and you giggled between your moans.

“I love you. So freaking gorgeous. I ache for you when we aren’t together,” he said blowing on your ear.

You gasped and came on his cock, digging your nails into his shoulder. “I love you, Timothee. I’ve never craved someone else company more than I crave yours.”

Timmy groaned deep in his chest at your words and thrust his hips forward spilling himself inside of you. You whimpered slightly. Lovingly when he came inside of you. Timmy kissed your forehead and hugged you to him as you both came down.

“Shall we take a nap before getting on with our birthday activities?” You asked a few silent moments later.

“More activities? How many rounds do you plan on going,” he laughed.

“I meant activities outside of the bedroom,” you laughed.

“Oh, you want me to take you in the kitchen?”

You tickled his side and he squirmed away from you. “Okay okay. I yield,” he said.

You grinned, lying on his chest. “So nap then activities? You posed again.

He nodded pulling you close, closing his eyes. “Sounds perfect.”

“And are you going to pull out,” you teased.

He shook his head and rocked his hips. “No, so warm inside of you.”

You patted his hair softly. “Okay, birthday boy. It’s your day.”

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why-say · 1 year

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{i really wanted to used this gif}

Timothée x reader imagine

Warning: smut, shower sex,

Word count: 785

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You were in the shower. You’d had a long day and ended it with a work out so you needed the break. The steam of the shower helping you relax.

The apartment felt cold with Timothée gone, he was away on set for the next few days and you were already missing him. You were thinking about what the evening would’ve looked like if he were with you.

He would have cooked you both dinner, some kind of pasta and you would’ve stuffed your belly while watching a cheesy 80’s movie with him. Maybe a round of rough fucking if you were lucky. You missed him so much already in the short time you both had spent together.

Deep in thought you barely noticed a body step into the bathroom. You had a standing shower with glass walls but they were all steamed up. It wasn’t until you heard the door slide open that you opened your eyes, trying to avoid the spray of the shower.

You couldn’t believe it. Timothée was there. You were so confused but before you could ask why he was home, he spun you around. You felt his naked body pressing behind you and wondered when he had time to strip. It was a silly thing to think first but it’s all you could think about with his hard cock pressing between you two.

“I had to come back baby I missed you so much.” He whispers, his breath fanning over your ear. Your pulse quipped like how it always did with him around.

Timothée moved his hand to the back of your neck, tilting your head up to give you a warm kiss. You lost all words when it came to him. He knew what you wanted though. And he didn’t make you wait long.

He picks up both of your thighs, bringing them to circle around your waist. Your shower was long forgotten but something better had replaced it. Timothée wasted no time slipping into you. His thick cock filling you in ways you couldn’t describe.

You let out a small moan of content. You heard Timothée release a grunt from the back of his throat. He was working small soft strokes into you. Timothée usually was rough from the beginning till the end so soft kisses and slow strokes wasn’t like him. It was different for him and before you could say anything he spoke.

“Missed you baby, leme savour you before giving you what you want.” He was speaking incoherently but you understood.

You felt your heart melt a little more. You whined and nodded your head. Timothée still steadily fucking you. You loved how he usually fucked but you loved this too. To be honest you loved anything Timothée did.

You felt your lower half tense, Timothée still working you to your orgasm. You could feel every inch, vein and tweak of his cock, all of it adding to your sensations. Timothée put his lips back to yours, your moans going straight down his throat. It was like he wanted you so bad he wanted to swallow ever noise you made.

You came. Timothée didn’t follow, infact his cock felt harder than before.

“Fuck baby your cunt is gripping me so tight” Timothée grunted.

Your body was still shaking from your orgasm and he took that opportunity to start fucking into you faster. His hands pulling you off his cock only to then slam you back down. Moving your body like it was nothing.

You couldn’t stop shaking, Your stomach was aching but you knew you had more to give him. Your hands gripped his neck tighter, trying to hold onto his fast moving body.

He was fuçking you so fast you couldn’t even catch your breath, no need to when he would just take it again anyways.

You felt his cock twitch and knew he would cum soon and you couldn’t wait. All you could hear was moans worthy of the big screen and whines all coming from you. Timothées moans and grunts adding to the music you were creating.

The steam from the bathroom wasn’t helping you to think straight. All you knew was that you needed Timothees cum immediately.

“Please-“ Your pleading was cut short with an abrupt thrust, “Please please give me your cum.” You managed to let out.

“You want it? It’s all yours baby.” Timothée echos. The second you feel his warm cum you can’t help but follow him and cum again your self. Leaving you both panting and heavy breathing in the shower.

“Im never leaving again baby, never ever.” Timothée murmurs. You can barely hear him over your heart beating. You wondered how you got so lucky.

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timmymyluv · 2 years

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limping

timothee chalamet x reader

warning(s): implied/mentions of sex, aftercare, smugness, privacy invasion

summary: after a crazy night, you're caught stumbling and walking funny out of timmy's apartment and everyone especially he is amused at your antics

word count: 700 words

notes: wanted to try something new, formatting/with smaller font and a shorter drabble!! hope y'all like it- helped me get out of my writing rut slightly

“Where are you going, babe?”

Stumbling on your shaky feet from your previous night, the funny, awkward way you were walking around your shared apartment with unruly hair that refused to be tamed, and makeup that’s smudged so bad it’s still visible on your skin.

“I’m meeting with a casting director who wants me to be in one of his films. I have to go really soon, I don’t want to be late. Sorry I have to go, wish I could stay longer.”

Timothee sits up shirtless from your bed, blanket tugged up to his waist as he smirks amusedly at your still wrecked state.

“You’re walking funny today.” He crosses his arms and proudly admires your still shaking form, earning a playful eye roll from you.

“I wonder who made me like this, hmm?” You retort, picking up your discarded shirt thrown carelessly to the floor last night and new underwear hidden in your drawers.

Jumping into your jeans and quickly buttoning it up before you rush by the mirror close to the door, brushing away the loose strands of hair all over your face.

“I gave you a bath and a long massage last night, mon amour. Was that not enough?” Timmy teases as he languidly admires you from the distance, curls flopping in every direction in a way that tinges a heartstring inside you.

But cute was not the word to define him yesterday, or up to the late morning that nearly caused you to run late.

"Apparently not. If you didn't fuck me so good and your cock wasn't so big, maybe."

"And you know you love it." He replies in a sing songy voice.

"One of the million things I love about you, yes. Not the only, don't forget that!"

"Never will, Mon amour. never will."

Bag slung over your shoulder as you hastily put on your sneakers, you attempt to smoothen out the wrinkles of your top before you say your goodbyes.

“Where’s my goodbye kiss?” He pouts at you almost childishly, arms open in anticipation for your embrace.

Chuckling as you’re unable to resist him, you saunter over with a quick embrace and peck gentle kisses down his forehead and nose before a quick, passionate kiss on his lips.

“I’ll see you tonight, okay?”

“Hmm, dinner plans?”

“Yes, sir. Your pick of the resto tonight to make it up to you.”

“Call me that again and we'll have a part two to yesterday.”

As you make your way out the building, limping and rushing over to the car provided by your management, you spot your driver’s car as you wave over, opening the door and buckling yourself up immediately.

Even before you can say anything- “Ew, is that a hickey on your neck? God he went at you like a vulture. That’s gonna be hell to remove with a shitton of concealer.” Your makeup artist Vera jokingly scolds you, eyes bulging at the spanse of purple and blue down your neck and spilling over to around your collarbone and torso.

Shaking your head in embarrassment and slight pride with rosy cheeks, you drive off with your day to your series of meetings and appointments for the rest of the day.

What you did not expect was the rare time you checked your social media, you were trending over viral photos of you hastily dressed after an evident night of a passionate, salacious rendezvous with hair out of place, clothing full of wrinkles and tucked in the wrong places, and the way you were walking in an unusual way gathering enough submission.

Shaking your head, your phone pings and you get a notification from Timmy. A smug and satisfied emoji, alongside his message of “had a good night ;)” You could see him winking and pleased with himself over his sexual prowess and how he basically rearranged your guts real good and the whole world can see it.

“Oh she got that good good last night”

“I just know he’s big - WHAT who said that”

"That dick changed lives clearly"

You spent your breaks laughing at the creative comments social media would spit out after your recent ‘scandal’ of sorts, but your ego was sky high knowing that everyone else can only dream of being impaled, split in half on his god-like, enormous cock that it got you walking funny.

Laugh all they want, but it’s you he comes home to. It's you he spoils and worships on his cock, raw and harsh or passionate, delicate love making.

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lilmaymayy · 4 months

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since its our beloveds bday.. i present pics i saved of our man😊

im on mobile, ive hit my 10 image limit😔(cockblocker af) lmk if yall want more😁

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ashers1997 · 3 months

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Euphorics

Warning this is a 18+ story with smut! No minors!!!

I laughed as I brought the glass to my lips while watching my friends Alexis and Marissa dance. We were at our favorite club, The Euphorics Lounge and Bar, and the night had only just begun. Along with Alexis, Marissa, and I being there, another friend, Miguel, worked at the bar. We could all talk and have a good time together, and also Miguel could give us discounts as a courtesy of the bar. Furthermore, given that we all preferred cheap vodka or tequila over wine and bourbon, our nights were pretty cheap drink-wise. However, even though the drinks are cheap, these nights can get "expensive" in a certain sense. Euphorics is a strip club/bar, and it is incredibly easy to drop hundreds of dollars there without even noticing. However, regardless of the prices, the bar in and of itself is a good time. I often stay near the bar, talking to Miguel while Alexis and Marrisa have fun on the dance floor and near the stage. While I admired strippers, and I always tipped while I was there, I never went out of my way to interact with them.

"Do you want to join us, y/n!?" Marissa yelled over the music, and I just laughed and shook my head. I loved watching them have fun, but I preferred to stand afar and watch while I drank or smoked.

She shrugged and continued to dance before pointing towards the stage and mouthing something to Alexis. I heard Alexis say, "Have fun!" before she walked over to me.

"She's going to get closer to watch her favorite." She said while laughing, and I laughed too. There was one stripper named Jackson that she adored. And, in all fairness, Jackson was a fan of Marissa, too. He always went out of his way to show her attention when they were both at the club. While there was a general liking, there was also explicit knowledge that part of the connection was transactional.

I smiled and shook my head as I watched them flirt near the stage. "I swear those two need to get together somehow."

"I know. Either get together or get a room." As we laughed, I saw Alexis's eyes drifting to one of her favorite strippers.

"Are you going to go say hi to Marcus or just continue to eye fuck him?"

"Oh, hush." She said, lightly slapping my arm. "I'm going to go over in a minute. I just need to get my cash."

Since I was seen as "the responsible one," I often looked over their bags on a night out. I didn't guard them or keep them from using their money; Miguel and I just kept them near the bar so we could make sure nobody stole them.

"Alright, well, you have fun with Marcus. I'll be here." I say as I light up a cigarette and take a long inhale.

She smiled and grabbed her cash before walking over.

"Is she putting the cash between her…yup she is," I murmur to myself, laughing as I exhale a puff of smoke. Whenever she gave Marcus cash, she only did it one way. She would take a twenty put, the bill between her breasts, and have him take it from there. It made me laugh every time and seemed amusing for both her and Marcus. It was their little game that they played every time.

As my eyes drifted away from Alexis, I watched the other dancers. They interacted with customers on the floor or from the stage during this time. Sometimes they did pole tricks, but those were typically saved for the main show. As I watched, I noticed that there was a stripper who I didn't recognize.

He was pretty. He had dark curly hair that fell over his eyes, a lean, slender frame, pale skin, and an infectious smile. I tilted my head and called to Miguel.

"Hey, who's the new guy on stage?"

"Oh, that's Timothée. He's actually been here for roughly a month. He doesn't typically work Saturdays. He's really popular, too."

"Well, I'm not surprised. He's pretty."

"Yeah, looks like you've caught his attention too."

"What-" I turned back towards the stage and saw him staring…in my direction.

"He just happened to be looking this way, man. Doubt he was staring at me."

"Sure, y/n. If you want to think that."

I was about to ask what the hell that meant when Alexis bounced back over to us.

"Did you see me and Marcus?"

"Yes, I did. I see that gag has never gotten old."

"Nope, he loves it. Oh yeah, by the way, who was the guy on stage staring at you?"

"He wasn't staring at me."

"Yes, he was y/n. His name is Timothée, by the way." Miguel said to Alexis with a smirk, and I rolled my eyes. It wouldn't be the first time that anyone from our group tried to set me up with someone on a date. Or set me up to interact with one of the strippers.

"No. He wasn't."

"I think he was."

"Well, you think wrong," I said with a laugh. "By the way, can I get a refill?"

"Absolutely." He said as he made another vodka soda for me and slid it over. I took a gulp and looked back towards the stage, immediately noticing that Timothée had disappeared.

"Besides, what was it for even if he was looking at me? Plenty of other people here are a thousand times more attractive than I am."

"Um, y/n, I think he was looking at you," Alexis said while laughing and looking past me to my right.

"Oh yeah? And what makes you say that-" I was cut off as someone suddenly stood in front of me and, wouldn't you know it? It was Timothée. He had placed his arms on either side of me, trapping me in so I couldn't run away, which I desperately wanted to do now.

"I can confirm I was looking at you. What are you drinking, by the way?" Timothée asked before he took my drink out of my hand and took a sip.

"Mmm, vodka soda. A nice classic." He put the drink back in my hand, and I stared at him incredulously momentarily. He was even more attractive up close. And whatever cologne he had was the perfect mixture of muskiness and sweetness. As I stared, he smirked at me, and I realized he knew what he was doing. He was just the type to enjoy fucking with someone and making them flustered.

As I came to my senses, I reached into my pocket, pulled out a twenty-dollar bill, and held it in front of me.

"Oh, I won't take it from you that way."

"Why not? It's a perfectly good bill. Do you want more?" I say, completely willing to give more but unsure.

"I said I'm not going to take it that way, never said I wouldn't take it." I stared at him blankly before asking the obvious question, "Well, how will you take it?"

He smirked and murmured in a low voice, "Put it in between your teeth."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me. Put. It. Between. Your. Teeth." I stared back in disbelief. As much as I wanted to believe he wasn't being serious, I could tell that, unbelievably, he was. I let out a sharp laugh.

"You're kidding."

"I'm so sorry to disappoint you, Pretty Thing, but I'm not. Put it between your teeth, and I'll take it."

"Pretty Thing? You're giving me nicknames now?"

"Is there something wrong with it? I'm only calling you Pretty Thing because you are, and I don't know your name."

"My name is y/n. And if I'm a Pretty Thing, then you're a fucking tease."

"Oh, I know I am, darling. Now, will you give me that money properly and how I want it or not?" I wanted to shove the money back in my pocket, but part of me also wanted so desperately to see what he would do. So, unbelievingly, I brought the bill to my mouth and bit down with my teeth, smirking at him as if to say, "Try me." And try me, he did. He leaned forward and bit down on the other side of the bill with his teeth. I was in so much shock that I let go. He laughed as he leaned back, finally setting me free from the cage that was his arms.

He took the bill out of his mouth and looked at it before placing a kiss on it.

"This bill is incredibly special to me now. Tell me, are you doing anything after the show?"

"Going home." I practically spit out through gritted teeth. I was still in complete shock at what had just happened and utterly embarrassed.

"Well…" He said, reaching around me and grabbing a napkin and a pen from the bar. "Why don't you meet me after the show backstage, hm? Hand this to the bouncer, and he'll let you in."

He handed me the napkin, and on it was a small note that said "Meet me backstage," some numbers and his signature.

"I look forward to seeing you, my Pretty Thing." He said, gripping my chin before he walked away, waving the money a bit to remind me of what had just happened.

"What the fuck was that?"

"I have no idea, but I think he likes you," Alexis said while half laughing, clearly in shock.

"Miguel, what is this, by the way?" I ask, showing him the letter I was handed.

"Oh damn, he really likes you," Miguel said, reading the note while he cleaned a glass.

"Why is that?"

"Well, this is basically an invitation to either just hang out backstage or fuck. Could go either way depending on what you want."

"You have got to be kidding me."

"Hey, take it as a compliment. He's clearly attracted to you."

I rolled my eyes and shoved the napkin into my pocket, trying to forget everything that just happened.

"You're not going to use it?" Alexis asked, surprised.

"Why the fuck would I?"

"Because it would be a good time, in my opinion."

"Yeah, I don't think so."

"Well, regardless of your decision, I want to watch the show right now. If we leave tonight without you seeing him backstage, I at least want to leave on a fun note."

"I will not meet him backstage, but I will watch the floor show with you," I say, handing my glass back to Miguel and nodding at him for another refill. I took out another cigarette and lit it up. I discarded the other one in an ashtray during the exchange with Timothée and decided to light another.

"Yay!" Alexis exclaimed. "Let's go up front." She started off without me as I grabbed my drink, and my mouth opened.

"Up front? You have got to be kidding me." I followed her to the front, looking ahead at the stage and realizing that where we were about to sit would be incredibly close to the stage and even worse off. Close to Timothée.

As we sat down at a table, I looked up at the stage and watched as all of the strippers got into place. Timothée was positioned roughly in front of me, and I was doing everything I could not to stare at him. I hadn't really noticed his outfit before due to shock, but now I had noticed it. He wore tight black pants, black sneakers made for the stage, and a loose silky black button-up. He had also left the top few buttons undone to expose his skin. I had to admit he looked amazing, but I also wanted to ignore how good he looked. I knew the more I looked at him, the more pleased he would be with how flustered he made me.

As the lights dimmed, I heard the song "S/M" by Rhianna come on, and to say I wasn't surprised would be an understatement. An entire song about sadomasochism in a strip club? Yeah, that's to be expected.

All of the strippers began their routine, and I admired how they twisted and turned their bodies. While most of the moves invoked similar moves with grinding and sex, there was a certain elegance to what they were doing that appealed to me. As the song continued, a couple of the guys moved to the floor and started interacting with crowd members. I turned to Alexis, who was eagerly looking over towards Marcus.

"Hey, do you know if Timothée typically goes down to the floor?" I asked over the music.

"I haven't heard anything about him doing that, but maybe?" She turned her attention back to Marcus, and I turned my gaze to the stage. I let out a small sigh of relief as I saw that Timothée appeared to be staying up there. Perhaps he didn't do floor work, which would honestly be a miracle. But just as I was relaxing, he suddenly ran to the edge and jumped off. A bunch of cries from girls erupted from the crowd, all attempting to grasp his attention and pull him towards them. I saw him look around and start walking towards a group of girls, and I let out a small sigh of relief. Even if he was down on the floor, maybe he would pay attention to the other customers.

As I turned my attention towards that direction, he suddenly spun around and made eye contact with me.

"Shit," I mumbled to myself. He walked over to me in this stalking motion. Almost as if he were a predator catching his prey. That's what I currently felt like his prey. He walked over and then circled around my chair. I avoided eye contact as much as I could, but then, as I was looking down, Timothée suddenly sat in my lap. He gripped my chin, forcing me to look at him. Oh my gosh. This fucker was smirking at me, smirking.

"I think I want to play with you, Pretty Thing." I felt like my eyes were locked on his. It was like I couldn't look away at how captivating his eyes were. They were a sparkling green, and with his accompanying dark and grungy eye makeup, they looked even brighter. His eyes were also incredibly seducing in and of themselves. He kept his eyelids low to make him enticing, and as much as I hated to admit it…it worked.

I heard "S/M" reaching its crescendo in the background, but everything sounded muffled. I was too distracted by how Timothée was still gripping my chin, how our eyes were locked, and how he was grinding on me with so much force and desperation.

He let out a low chuckle as I glared at him. I knew that despite my glaring, he could tell that at least part of me felt good. Somehow, despite how enveloped I was in him, I could reach into my pocket and pull out another twenty-dollar bill. He looked down at it and then back at me.

"You know I won't take it that way Pretty Thing, give it to me properly." My glare darkened as I reluctantly put the bill between my teeth. I could barely maintain eye contact with Timothée as he leaned in, pushing my chin up slightly before biting the other side of the bill. He winked at me as my teeth released the bill, and his hand released my chin. He stood up and walked away with all the other dancers as the song ended.

They finished the dance by jutting their hips in the air, and suddenly, the lights all lowered again. The crowd cheered, and some screamed, but my ears were ringing. Part of me wanted to be mad, and part of me wanted to enjoy how undeniably sexy that was.

I stayed seated until the lights came back on. I looked down at my drink and then suddenly gulped down what was left before looking at Alexis. She smiled at me, and I just gave her a "Really?" kind of stare.

"Oh, come on. You cannot look at me and tell me that what he did to you wasn't hot."

"I can actually."

"Oh my god." She said with an exasperated sigh. Despite her sigh, she smiled. "You need to learn to enjoy yourself."

"I'll enjoy myself when I'm not being relentlessly teased by a stripper who calls me 'Pretty Thing.'"

"You know most people would be incredibly jealous of you and would love to take your spot."

I rolled my eyes with a smile as we both got up from the table and walked back to the bar. The club was going to be closing soon. I hadn't even realized how late it was until I looked at the clock. It was already 1:00 in the morning. I was grateful I worked from home because tomorrow would be a rough day. I was praying I had Gatorade or PediaLite in the fridge.

"Alright, guys, come close out your tabs!" Miguel yelled out. I walked over and put my card down, and so did Alexis. Marissa was walking over as well and quickly put hers down. I wasn't much of a drinker, so my tab total came to about $35, and plus the two twenties I had given, I had spent roughly $75. Honestly, that was how much I spent on longer night excursions such as these, and I was pleased. Alexis and Marissa had spent somewhere near $100 each, but they drank a lot more than I did. It seemed cheap, but the drinks we got were the cheapest on the menu and the lowest quality. The club often made its money from the few high rollers who came in buying expensive bourbon and lap dances all night.

"Dang, I spent that much?" Marissa asked, shaking her head.

"Don't worry, girlie, I feel you," Alexis added, looking at her bill.

"I wasn't too bad tonight."

"You never are, y/n. This is why we call you the responsible one." Marissa said with a sigh. "Oh yeah, I saw you get that lap dance during the show. Pretty hot, huh."

I let out an exasperated sigh and shook my head. Alexis gave me a light shove with a laugh before letting Marissa know what had happened earlier.

"Oh my god, that's amazing. You're going to see him, right?"

"And why would I do that, Mari?"

"At least give it a shot. I think it could be good for you!" I stared at her as she shrugged with a smile and walked over to get her stuff with Alexis. I turned to Miguel, hoping to find some sane advice, only to be met with his knowing smirk. He could see that I was at least somewhat attracted to Timothée and what he did, and he could also see my bubbling curiosity about what would happen backstage.

"You know what I'm going to say to you, man." He said, cleaning some glasses while he spoke to me. I looked at him, Alexis, and Marissa, and finally down at my pocket. I pulled the napkin out and then turned to face where the back was. Did I want to do this? Did I want to see what Timothée wanted with me?

"Do it, y/n. You know you'll regret it if you don't." Alexis said knowingly. I wanted to walk out, to shove the napkin back in my pocket to somehow prove them wrong, but I just couldn't.

"Alright, I'll do it, but nothing is going to happen," I said while looking back at them before walking over to the stage doors. I reached the bouncer and handed him the letter.

"I was told to give this to you," I said, feeling my cheeks flush with embarrassment. The bouncer looked at the note, smiled, and opened the door.

"He's the only one with a room on this side. Door will be to your right." I nodded and walked in, looking behind me one last time at my friends cheering me on. What the hell was I walking into?

I shook my head as I wandered down a hallway and found Timothée's door. I took a deep breath and slowly opened it. I stepped in and saw Timothée sitting on the bed, smoking a cigarette and staring at the ceiling. However, once I stepped in, he quickly tilted his head and looked over at me. He immediately got a massive grin on his face and hopped off his bed and over to me.

"You decided to come, Pretty Thing."

"Yeah, well, I got curious," I said, brushing past him and trying to keep my cool as I sat on the bed and leaned back against the wall. I looked around the room and saw that it was fairly simple. He had LED lights that were, unsurprisingly, red, a small vanity, and some clothes. I could see some shiny objects in his closet but couldn't tell what they were. On the bed next to me also lay a pack of cigarettes. I picked it up and looked at him.

"Can I have one?"

"Use this one instead." He said in a low voice, walking over to me and handing me his own. I took the cigarette from his fingers, finding it difficult to maintain eye contact with him. I brought it to my lips and inhaled, breaking eye contact as I did to watch the smoke.

"Thanks," I murmured in a soft voice.

"Of course, my Pretty Thing." My eyes shot back up at him, and I suddenly sat up straight.

"Why did you want me back here? You don't even know me."

"No, but I would like to know you." He said with a knowing smirk.

"You just love fucking with me, huh?"

"Personally, I would prefer to fuck you, but…sure." I opened and closed my mouth in disbelief. No one had ever been that bold with me before. I didn't even know what to say. I leaned back again and took another long inhale.

"Something wrong? Has no one ever told you that they wanted to fuck you before?"

"No. And even if they did say that, typically they would start with 'Let's go out on a date.'"

"I'm sorry I didn't take you out on a date tonight. I'll gladly take you on one this week, though. I was just impatient and wanted to be with you."

"Oh, is that why you grinded on me earlier, made me give you money with my teeth, and eye fucked me?" I asked with a slight venom in my voice. I wanted to come across as unbothered, but my mask was slipping.

He looked at me before walking towards me again like he had earlier. Like I was his prey, and he was stalking me before he pounced. I watched as he slowly walked to the bed, got on, and then leaned over me, trapping me with his arms.

"You loved everything I did to you, though, did you not?" I opened and closed my mouth, unable to find the words I wanted to say.

He reached down, plucked the cigarette from my hand, and inhaled before holding it out to me.

"Go on. Take a puff." I reached to take it, but he pulled back.

"Ah, ah, ah. I said take a puff. Not take it from my hand to take a puff." I let out a low sigh, leaned forward, and took a long draw.

"That's my Pretty Thing. Tell me, have you exchanged smoke before?" I nodded. I had exchanged smoke once. Alexis had wanted to try it, so I taught her. It was when one person took a hit of something and basically "fed" it to the other person through a kiss.

"Will you indulge me, please?" He asked, looking at me with those seductive yet challenging eyes. I looked at him, looked at the cigarette, and then back at him.

"Try me, you tease," I said in a low voice. Timothée let out a low chuckle and then reached down. He gripped my chin with his right hand as he took a long draw from the cigarette. I watched as he leaned in, and I closed my eyes. It wasn't that I didn't want to look. It was that I didn't know how to look at this man whom I had just met while we basically made out to exchange cigarette smoke.

I opened my mouth slightly as our lips met and inhaled deeply. I heard a small sigh escape past my lips as I exhaled and felt my cheeks get red with embarrassment immediately. I finally opened my eyes and looked up at Timothée. I saw he was smirking again.

"That was a cute noise, Pretty Thing. I hope I can draw some more out of you."

"Fat chance." I spit out as I watched him put the cigarette in an ashtray.

"Oh, don't lie to me. You fucking loved that. You love what I do to you." I wanted to deny it, tell him he was delusional, but I couldn't. I did love it. And I hated that I loved it.

"Tell me, do you love it because you're simply enjoying the indulgence, or is it that no one has ever given you this kind of attention before." I looked away and didn't answer. He was still leaning over me, I was still embarrassed from my sigh, and I felt so overwhelmed with everything.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see him lean in, and then, as he spoke, I felt his hot breath ghost over my ear.

"Let me give you that attention you deserve. Let me make you feel good." I turned back and sat up again, wondering if I could bolt out of his arms.

"And how do you plan to do that? Hm? You've only just met me, you know."

"I know. And you know you're in my room at a strip club, right? Take a guess as to what I want to do to you."

"You're insane."

"And you fucking love it. Now are you going to let me please you Pretty Thing or no?" I felt myself sinking into the bed; it was like I wanted to say no because I knew better, but this other part of me adored how desired I felt that I just wanted to give in. I wanted to kiss him, let him show me how well he could touch and pleasure me. I wanted to feel his lips and hands all over my body. I wanted to feel just how badly he wanted me.

I looked up at him, feeling any of my ability to fight back slip away as I said, "Please, Timothée…" And that was all he needed to hear.

He leaned in and kissed me deeply, parting my lips with his tongue as his hands worked their way underneath my shirt so he could feel my skin.

"Fuck you're lips are so soft…" He mumbled in a low voice as he continued to kiss me.

I reached up and tangled my fingers in his hair, loving their texture. I continued to kiss him as I grinded my hips back against his, somehow hoping that this could serve as a payback for earlier. And, in a way, it did. I heard Timothée let out a low moan as he jutted his hips back and gripped my waist tightly.

"Who's the tease now?" He asked as he bit down on my lip, causing me to let out a quiet moan.

"That's it. Sing to me with those moans."

We slowly maneuvered our way on the bed so we were lying down with him on top and me underneath. I rolled my hips against his and whimpered as I felt his hands start to pull at my jeans.

"What are you doing?" I gasped out in between kisses.

"I want to taste you." He said in a low voice.

"We were both just in a bar with a bunch of people that feel like it's a million degrees. I probably was sweating." I say, gasping between breaths as I pull back.

"And? I was just dancing a while ago."

"I don't even know if it's properly shaved. You don't have to"

"First off, I want to and once again: and? Why would I care if you were or weren't properly shaved?" He asked while looking at me in a completely confused manner. I looked down, slightly ashamed.

"Has no one ever…ate you out before?" I shook my head no.

"My last partner had said that was disgusting and never did, so I just assumed no one would ever do that."

"Well, respectfully, you're last partner was a fool to pass up on that opportunity." I couldn't make eye contact with Timothée and kept looking down until he reached up and grabbed my chin.

"Hey, I promise you I will love it. If you take care of yourself and keep yourself clean, it will taste heavenly, and I can already tell you to do both. Please…let me indulge you." I stared back at Timothée and slowly nodded. I wanted to know what it felt like to experience that, and I would be lying if I didn't admit that having someone as skilled as Timothée eating me out seemed divine.

"Good toy." He mumbled as he moved his hand from my chin to my throat and wrapped it around me. The vibes had just completely shifted, and I loved every fucking second.

"Lean back, Pretty Thing." He said softly as he pushed against my throat slightly. I leaned back as he let go and just stared at the ceiling while I heard him unbuckling my pants. Never in my life had I expected to be eaten out by a stripper I had just met. I was about to tell Timothée one last time that he didn't have to do it if he didn't want to, when my voice suddenly caught in my throat. Just as I was about to tell him that, I felt something hot and wet lick a strip up my slit. The only thing that escaped from my throat was a long groan as my eyes rolled back into my head and fluttered shut.

"That's it, pretty thing." He mumbled, his voice slightly muffled and distorted, and he continued to lick up my slit. "Give those moans to me…fuck you taste good." He licked up my slit one more time before pushing his tongue past my outer labia and in deep. I let out another moan as my hands gripped the sheets and my hips rolled up.

"Mmm…grind on my face baby…come on, give me your delicious cum." He moaned against me before he went silent and started only eating me out. My hands frantically found his head, and I weaved my fingers in his hair, gripping lightly as I moaned. I gently pushed on his head, making him start to eat me out faster while my hips continued to roll against his face.

"Fuckkk…" I moaned out. I had never known that someone eating me out could feel so heavenly. Dear god, I didn't want it to end. As he continued to lick my pussy lips, I felt something slowly slide inside of me and start pumping in and out. He had slid a single finger inside while he continued to lick, suck, and kiss my pussy. Quickly, I had turned into a shaking and moaning mess underneath him.

I felt an unexpected pressure then and let out a small "Fuck Timothée." as my back arched. He had slid another finger inside of me while he had started sucking and kitten-licking my clit. His tongue was so incredibly skilled and fast that I could feel myself unraveling. No one had ever made me feel this good before; hell, even I had never made myself feel this good.

I could feel my hips jutting upwards as Timothée continued to fuck me with his tongue and fingers, and I could also feel an orgasm approaching incredibly fast.

"Timothée…please I-" I gasped out, grinding my pussy against his tongue, causing him to growl.

"That's it…grind your pussy against my face. Cum. Now." On command, I listened. I came harder than I ever had before. I felt myself squirting a little, too, as I feverishly rubbed my clit against Timothée's tongue. I rode out high with my head tilted back as moans, groans, and whimpers escaped me. Finally, my hips stuttered forward as I rode out the last wave of my orgasm.

"Fuck." I groaned out as I slowly sat up. As I did, I watched as Timothée slowly sat up as well. He looked at me briefly before he pressed against me and kissed me.

"See. I told you that you would taste heavenly. It's like an aphrodisiac, isn't it?" I nodded silently as I looked at him and then slowly looked down at the tent in his pants.

"You want some help?" I asked, slightly out of breath. He smirked and leaned back so he could sit upright. He quickly undid his jeans and then did a "come hither" motion with his finger. I slowly got up and crawled over.

I was on my knees looking at him before he gripped my chin and drew me in.

"Take my cock out and suck Pretty Thing." He let go forcefully, and I did as I was told. As I took it out, I felt my eyes widen. He was big, and he looked delicious.

I slowly leaned down and wrapped my lips around their cock, and forced it as deep as I could into my mouth. I heard them let out a low moan and a soft "Fuck, that feels good, Pretty Thing…" before I continued. I jerked him off with my hands every once in a while to match the rhythm of my sucking their cock. And, every time I moaned, they jutted their hips up, forcing their cock deeper inside of my mouth. I felt them entangle their fingers into my hair and force me to go deeper. At one point, I gagged on their cock as my lips met their base before I was suddenly tugged up. I stared up at them with lidded eyes as I licked their precum from my lips.

"Fuck…" Timothée groaned out before pushing me back down again, making me kiss their base and gag before pulling me up again. He did this a few times, pushing on the back of my head with his hand, causing me to deepthroat their cock and gag again and again. My eyes were rolling back in my head due to pleasure.

"God, I'm going to cum…" He growled out before holding my head in place as his hips jutted up, and he came. I swallowed every last drop as he came into my mouth, and when he finally pulled me up, I gasped for air.

"You did such a good job for me, Pretty Thing." He huffed out, looking at me. I looked back and closed my eyes as he leaned in and kissed me.

As we kissed, I felt him turn his body and start pushing me down against the sheets again. I heard rustling and felt movement, and as I reached up to wrap my arms around his neck, my hand made contact with his skin. I opened my eyes as we separated from our kiss and stared.

He looked otherworldly. He was so beyond beautiful and seductive that I was losing myself in him. He reached down and started helping me get my shirt off, and as he tossed it to the side, his eyes raked up and down my body. I went to cover myself, but he took my hands and held them down.

"Don't. Cover. Yourself." He growled out as he looked down at me, fucking me with his eyes.

"Fuck you are so beautiful. I can't wait to ravish you." He let go of one of my arms and then reached down and positioned the head of his cock at the entrance of my pussy.

"Are you ready?"

I nodded. "Please, Timothée…fuck me." He let out a low growl and thrust into me, making me let out a low moan as my head fell back against the pillow. As my mind drifted, they started fucking me rougher. My arms splayed above my head, and my legs desperately tried to hold themselves up. But, I was so utterly lost in lust that they kept slipping. They responded as I reached my arms down to hold them up.

"Don't you even think about it, Pretty Thing," before gripping my thighs and pulling me closer. They gripped my legs so they would be held further up, and when they did, oh my God, did it feel magnificent. They were plunging inside of me so deeply that my moans and groans became more erratic. Fuck it felt so good.

As Timothée plunged into me, I felt him grip my chin and force me to look at him again. God those eyes…They were so heavily lidded that I just drowned in them. He leaned down and kissed me as he jutted his hips forward, his hand caressing my body as if to try and memorize every inch. It was all too much. I wanted more of him; I wanted him to be deeper. And it seemed that he wanted to be deeper, too.

They leaned down and growled, "Get on your hands and knees."

As they took their cock out, I flipped myself over. I was about to lower myself when suddenly they grabbed my hair and tugged me back while swiftly plunging inside of me. I let out a cry as they started fucking me roughly again. They were going much deeper this time, and I saw stars. They went from just brushing against my g-spot to brushing against my cervix. I don't know what on earth possessed me to utter my words, but I couldn't control myself. We were dealing with a version of myself that I had never met before, a being who craved lust and found themselves unsatiated.

“Please…deeper…rougher…" I had unleashed a beast. I felt them grab onto my hips, my head falling against the pillow as they pounded into me. I honestly don't know how they managed to contain themselves, but they were finding a way. As they pounded into me, they growled.

"You want it deeper, Pretty Thing? Do you want to take every fucking inch of my cock like a dirty whore?"

"God…Timothée, I need to c-cum!" I choked out.

"Cum with me, Pretty Thing…Cum with me now." He groaned into my ear before he roughly pressed his lips against mine.

We let out a cacophony of moans, groans, whimpers, and growls as we feverishly grinded against each other. At the same time, we came, making an absolute mess of ourselves and the bed.

As we rode out our orgasms, our cries became softer and our movements slower before we came to a slow halt.

"Fuck…" Timothée gasped out with a small laugh. "Aren't you glad you came back here, Pretty Thing?"

"I'd hit you now if I wasn't so exhausted."

"Eh. I'm into that."

"Oh my god," I exclaimed with a laugh. "Get out of me."

"As you wish, Pretty Thing." He hissed as he slowly slid out of me and flopped next to me on the bed, and I rested on my side. He turned onto his side to face me and slowly leaned in and kissed me.

"I think you'll be staying here for the night, y/n. Don't worry, there's a shower."

I let out a sigh, knowing he was right. I was in no shape to be walking home, and my friends were absolutely long gone by now. I nodded before reaching over to the floor and finding my pants. I grabbed my phone and pulled it out to text Alexis, Marissa, and Miguel to let them know I was safe and where I would be staying. I was met with messages from all of them saying. "Have fun! ;)" And I laughed. They knew me so well. I threw my phone to the side and turned to face Timothée.

"How about that shower?"

"Sounds good…I bet you'll feel even better in there." I gave him a light slap on the shoulder, and we laughed a little before he leaned in and started kissing me roughly again.

It was about to be a long day…

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The Emperor's Wife// Paul Atreides

Warnings: angst, unrequited love, slow burn kinda

"That princess shall have no more of me than my name. No child of mine nor touch nor softness of glance, nor instant of desire." The promise of Paul Atreides as he ascended your father's throne was held true for some time. But his words began to falter in time, against his will.

He married you, but remained loyal to his concubine, Chani. But he did acknowledge that you had a literary nature, and he entrusted you to sit in on his council meetings as Emperor. The more time you spent around each other, the more you became companions, and the more he relied on your mind to help him keep a balance of things.

You noticed as Paul started to become more relaxed around you. He'd even have a laugh with you now and then. It was clear that he valued your friendship as much as your ability to write and make sense of things.

One day Paul joked that Chani was his wife of passion and you were his intellectual wife. Your feelings had started to form into deep admiration for your husband, so his words were course against your ears. Though you knew that this was the way it had to be, it wasn't any easier to hear him say it.

But there was a look from him, a look where he scanned you, slowly, from head to toe. Your special training had kicked in. You could feel it; it was desire. He thought his momentary glance would go undetected, but that was nary the case.

All the late evenings in the council room, all the discussions you had about history and his interest in your writings, it all bubbled up to his vow being broken. You caught his gaze in a meeting later, and his green eyes could no longer lie to you. He was curious and desirous of you. But he could not do anything about it. He simply could not act on it.

But you, on the other hand, were tired of the intellectual relationship. This feeling was different for you, and you never expected to fall for him. Your body ached, your skin burned for your husband. Even if it was just once, you had to have him.

You hated to admit to yourself the jealousy you felt toward his Fremen woman. You wanted to feel what Chani felt. Just one full moment of Paul's desire. You needed his touch. To exchange passionate breaths with him. To have the weight of the handsome Emperor on top of you. To have his eyes on you, and only you.

..........

You ventured to Paul's sietch, into the private apartment he shared with Chani. The Fremen in the village knew you, so they did not try to stop you, or persuade you to leave. They welcomed you with respect, as you were indeed Muad’Dib’s wife.

The room was quite plain and modest for an Emperor and his woman. The bed, however, looked cozy with glow globes on either side. The scent of cinnamon and coffee hung in the air, laced with the spice melange.

You hoped he'd come soon. You hoped he would be the first one in, and not Chani. You didn't know what to say to her, if that would be the case. She had always been pleasant toward you when you were around her, but you didn’t know if her attitude would remain the same if she knew you wanted to bed her man.

You hoped that he wouldn't be harsh towards you; that he wouldn’t be angry about you invading the space he shared with his concubine. You liked to think that you had broken his walls and exposed the tender side of him. You sat on the bed, waiting.

Finally, you heard footsteps approaching, there was a tired huff from the person outside the door, and you knew the voice instantly. Paul came in, pulling off his still suit the second he entered. He didn't see you at first. You saw his shoulders and chest as he rid himself of the rubbery material. He was strong, with hard muscles and pale skin with minor scars here and there.

You could smell the dirt and sweat that he carried. It did not deter you in the slightest, but made you more eager.

He could sense you there. You knew he could.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, without even turning to face you.

You took a shaky breath, then answered, "I wanted to see you, Paul."

He finished freeing his arms from the constrictive suit, turning to look at you sitting on his bed. "And why?"

You were excited just seeing his shoulders, but now you saw his naked chest, his hard pectoral muscles and small nipples. You nearly shuddered with need. "I-uhm," I want you. "I wanted to make sure that you saw how bright and beautiful the two moons look this evening. And maybe you'd like to see my latest Muad'Dib chronicle?"

Paul nodded, "Hm." He stepped over to the window, looking up at the moons, "They are quite beautiful tonight."

You rose from the bed, joining him by the window. You could really feel his presence now, as you usually didn't get quite this close to him. His scent was stronger, too. "I brought my latest writings. If you want to read."

"Sure. You may leave them here."

He was so polite, but never overly kind. He couldn't disrespect Chani. But you so wanted things to change between you and your husband.

"Paul, I really came here to talk to you about something."

He took his eyes off the night sky outside his window and looked into your eyes. "Go on."

Your heart started thumping in your chest, you cleared your throat. "Well, I do not wish to overstep, but I think you and I have both come to enjoy our time together. I think it is safe to say that we are good friends now." You got stuck for second as you got a close look of the sweat glistening on his skin in the glowing light of the dark room.

Paul softly smiled, giving you a nod to keep going.

"But, I need you to know that no matter how amazing the moons might be on a starry night, it is no match for the way I feel when I look at you."

His expression fell, and he shook his head, "Y/n, please. I am very flattered. I appreciate you, and I care for you."

You butted in, "I can sense that you desire me, Paul. You've already broken your oath. I know that you feel distant towards your concubine, and I wonder if it has anything to do with how you feel about me."

He chuckled, walking away from you, "I thought you said you didn't wish to overstep?"

"I cannot help it. I'm sorry. But you know my training." You genuinely didn't want to disrupt anything between him and Chani.

He ran his hand over his face, pushing away the exhaustion of the day, trying to make sense of his own feelings as well. "Y/n, you aren't wrong. Chani knows that my sentiments for you have shifted."

So he admits it!

"You haven't bedded her for weeks now, have you?" you prodded, carefully.

"No," he stepped closer to you, towering over you by several inches, "not that it is any of your business."

"I don't want to make you angry, Paul. But I have seen the way you look at me, the way you brush passed me during council. You've preferred spending more and more time with me lately." You took a step forward this time, just a foot's length away from him.

Paul let his guard down, knowing that you were right about everything. His face softened, and he brought his hand up to caress your face. His hand had been roughed up by the wind and sand if the desert, but you could still see yourself melting against it as he touched you.

Paul went on to say, "You should know by now how I feel for you. But it cannot be. I made a promise. I don't ever want to be cruel to you, my y/n." he licked his dry lips, and you noticed just how blue his eyes were as a result of spice addiction. "I did not marry you for things such as love or children, you know that."

"Yes, I know." you sighed, having heard that piece of information a hundred times during your marriage. "My husband, you are a loyal man. I admired you for that, but I don't wish for anything more than the same love that you have for your concubine. You can share that tenderness with me."

He said nothing, but kept his hand on your cheek, gazing at you so fondly.

You could sense him breaking for you. "Paul," you leaned closer, placing your hand on his exposed chest, "I have seen the way your eyes narrow at me when I bow before you as my Emperor."

Then, his hand wound tightly into your hair, and his lips were being smashed against yours. He pulled you against him, he moaned into your kiss. His hands were on your body, sliding up the curves of your hips.

Your body was electrified, you ran your hands through his hair, not caring how sweaty he was. The hunger was equal on both sides.

Paul pulled away suddenly, sighing as he turned away from you.

He was still wrestling in his mind, you knew it. "I need you." you said, melancholy taking over your tone as you started to believe he was going to refuse you completely, "I need my husband. I want to made love to by Muad'Dib." You went over to him, looking at his back you noticed a scar, larger than the others on his body. You wondered if the mark was result of a fall on a sand dune or maybe the consequence of riding the great sandworm. You reached out, cautiously running your finger along the scar.

He shivered at your touch, but he didn't shy away.

You decided that maybe this plan was fruitless, that he wouldn't, and never could love you the proper way in which a man loved his wife. "Paul, if you do not love me, I will leave now. You'll never see me come back to this place. I will accept being wrong. Things will go back as they were."

"No, please, don't go." he faced you again. He relaxed more, his body language and the look in his eyes was more at ease.

"Then stop me, my dear husband."

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Write a Timmy smut to celebrate 2K!!

Been thinking this up throughout today :)

Five in Five

Warnings: friends to lovers, smut, dirty talk

It's around 2:45 am when the heat from Timothee's body wakes you. You untangle your legs from his and slide your arm from underneath his neck wondering how a man so lean can produce that much body heat. He groans softly in his sleep, and you wait until he's turned over to get up and go to the bathroom. You're sure that if he sees you creeping out of his bedroom, your only chance to go to pee will be blown.

You tip toe out of his room, leaving the door open for easy access when you return and as you cross the hall for the bathroom, your eyes wander downstairs to his front doors. They're massive double doors made of dark oak standing at least fifteen feet high. For a second, you think of leaving, like you always do. You never stay the night with Timothee...well not a full night. Having sex with him and leaving once he falls asleep was just a thing you guys did. You've always left, ever since he took your virginity in a vacant Marriot hotel room during the 11th grade La Guardia field trip to Los Angeles. It wasn't until years later, you realized Timothee wanted more than that. And it's not that you don't want to be his girlfriend...it's just that being his girlfriend could mean losing him completely if things turned shitty. Losing him as a boyfriend would suck. Losing him as a friend...you weren't sure you could handle. So, you always stuck to this. Sex. Great sex. Sex that you'd only be able to get with someone that loves you just as much as you love them. You sleep with him; you tell him how much you love him-because you do-and you leave when he falls asleep. He's never mad, he's never upset (that you can see and the thought of that gnaws at you constantly) and he never brings it up when you see him again.

Until a few hours ago.

You think about it as you remove your gaze from his front door and tip toe into the bathroom. You never thought he'd convince you to stay the night, but here you are peeing in his overly expensive, self-cleaning toilet and washing your hands with $60 hand soap that smells like vanilla and lavender. You drag a hand over your face as you make your way back out, avoiding the temptation of the front door this time on your way back to his room.

The door is open the way you left it, and you walk softly into his room, jolting a little when you see Timothee sitting up in the bed. He's got his thin, white sheet draped over his naked bottom half and even though he looks half asleep, he also looks sad. Your heart breaks a little as you realize this is what he looks like when he wakes up and you aren't there.

"Relax," you whisper "I'm still here." You crawl back into Timothee's bed, climbing over his body to get back to your favorite spot on his mattress. "I told you I'd stay," you tease him in a whisper and kiss his shoulder.

Timothee relaxes a little, laying back down, holding his arm out for you to cuddle into him.

"Would it be so bad?" he asks after a few moments of silence. You thought he'd fallen back asleep, but he must have been thinking.

"What?" you answer.

"Being my girlfriend."

"Timothee-"

"No seriously, what would be so bad about it? You're used to fame, so that wouldn't be an adjustment for you. We both have crazy schedules, so you wouldn't have to worry about one of us being busier than the other. And I know everything about you, y/n. Everything."

You laugh at his confidence. He definitely knows everything about you. You'd been sleeping with him for twelve years and been friends for longer. But you weren't going to let him think he knows everything. "You don't know shit, Chalamet."

"Oh yeah?"

"Mhmm, though it's cute that you think you do."

Timothee turns over on his side, facing you. He gives you a quick kiss that instantly turns into a deeper one. You whine when he pulls away, wanting his tongue in your mouth. He's close still, his lips grazing yours occasionally when he talks. "I know everything about you, y/n. Platonically, sexually, mentally. I know everything."

You study his face for a moment. He looks quite sure of himself. "Okay then," you say "five facts about me that no one else knows in five minutes."

"Easy."

"Go on then."

"Number one, I know that if I drag my fingertips across your back" Timothee slides his hands under the back of your shirt, demonstrating his words. "I can have you asleep in less than ten minutes."

You roll your eyes, knowing it's true. He's gotten you to sleep that way many times before.

"Four more, tick tock," you tease him.

"Number two, I know how much anxiety ordering food gives you, so I know your order at every restaurant we've ever been to, so you don't even have to say anything."

His fingers are still tracing lines up and down your back and it takes everything in you not to close your eyes against him.

"Number three, I know that if I kiss your neck right here" Timothee demonstrates his words again, placing the softest kiss to the side of your neck. "I can have you ready for sex almost instantly."

"Ugh, fuck off, Timothee."

He's right again.

You're pretty sure he takes two extra minutes just kissing your neck, the fucker, and you let him because it feels so good.

"Number four, I know that" he pulls you on top of him so that you're straddling his waist "when you're riding my dick, I have to hold your right here because it feels so good, they shake." Timothee's hands grip your thighs, his long fingers indenting the skin on your legs.

"Number five, I know that if I suck one of your nipples into my mouth" He removes a hand from your thigh and removes your shirt. Immediately, he uses his index finger to circle one of your nipples. It hardens instantly at his teasing and peppers your skin in chills "I can get you to do whatever the fuck I want."

You're silent for a minute, feeling his hard dick under you. You contemplate holding it and sliding down onto it but decide to show him he's not the only one who knows everything about the other.

"How'd I do?" Timothee asks.

"Not bad," you admit. You tease his cock with your pussy, sliding him through your wet folds. "But now it's my turn."

"Can I fuck you first?"

"No, Timmy, you can't."

Timothee groans, pressing his erection against your heat.

"You know, you can't call me 'Timmy' and not let me fuck you."

You smile knowingly, satisfied in the use of a secret weapon you learned about not too long ago while having dinner in a very public setting.

"Patience is a virtue, Timothee. Anywho, Number one, I know that when I whisper in your ear, it gives you these cute little chills all over your skin." You lean forward letting your folds slide across his hard dick again. Timothee groans softly through gritted teeth, shaking his head slowly at you. "Like this," you whisper once you're inches from his ear and like you said, you feel his skin prickle with chills. You run your hands over his arms, still gripping your thighs just the way you like, attempting to erase some of the chills you created with your warmth.

"Skip the rest and let me fuck you, y/n," Timothee begs.

"But I've got four more," you pout.

Timothee groans again, pushing his dick against you.

"Number two, I know tha-"

Your words catch in your throat as Timothee shifts on his bed, flipping you onto your back. His knees nudge your legs open, and he runs his nose along your neck until he finds the spot that makes you weak. He kisses it lightly before sucking the skin into his mouth.

"Give it up, y/n. You know it's me you think about when someone else is trying...and failing...to make you come. You know it's me you've been talking yourself out of for years. Over a decade worth of depriving yourself of the one thing you know you need the most. Why? I'm right here and I'm entirely yours. Take me."

Your eyes bounce back and forth between his, until your lips crash into each other's. Tongues winding and twisting fighting for dominance. You love him. You always have and there is no escaping him. There never will be. Timothee breaks your heated kiss and begins lining his way down to your breasts in kisses. He licks around your nipple once he's reached his destination, then suck it into his mouth. And just like he said, in that moment, you're willing to do whatever he wants.

"Be mine and no others," he says to you in between kisses to your soft skin.

"Whatever you want," you say breathlessly.

"No. Say it. Say you'll be mine and mine alone."

Timothee slides a finger along your folds of your pussy, gently pressing a finger inside to you see if you're ready for him. When he decides your wet enough, he lines himself up with you entrance. You're bracing for him; your legs are wide open and waiting but so is he.

"Y/n."

"You can't leave me when things get hard. You can't give up on us, because I can't lose you, Timothee. If I tell you yes, then this is it."

"That's all I've ever wanted."

"I mean it; you can't leave me."

"Y/n," Timothee said, as he pushed all the way inside of you, "I'd never dream of leaving you."

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theghostinyourwalls · 4 days

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Oh my god he’s so pretty

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thebetawolfgirl · 6 months

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Silent Promise

Word count: 503

Warnings: Slight smut!

A/N: This is my first ever Timmy fic so please be gentle

Pairing: Timmy/Reader

Silent Promise

You were expecting him home soon, the concert would’ve finished about a half hour ago and he would be making his way home to you.

He was a nervous wreck getting dressed earlier. He was excited to go see Beyoncé in concert, he had bought the tickets weeks in advance and got a spot in the VIP area. But he had wanted to take you, not Kylie. He was furious with his PR team when they said he had to go with Kylie Jenner.

This was supposed to be the first time going public with you, the love of his life, and now he was told he would have to go with her after all the rumours that were spreading.

You both knew of course it was the family that had started the rumours in order to ‘repair’ Kylie’s damaged image, but Timothée didn’t expect he would actually have to get involved with any of it.

When the video of him kissing her at the concert started going around you knew it was fake instantly by the way he looked straight at the camera that had ‘caught’ them. And you also knew Timmy’s anxiety would be through the roof at the thought of you seeing it and thinking the worst of him.

You were floating on your back in the pool when you heard him come through the front door. You knew he would be tearing his way through every room until he found you, you saw the bedroom light go on upstairs and felt his gaze find you at the window, and then the light went off. He was in his boxers by the time he got to the back door and just jumped right in, swimming underneath until resurfacing right in front of you.

His wet hair was clinging to his forehead as you looked at each other before he wrapped his arms around your waist and without a word kissed you gently. You kissed him back holding onto his shoulders as you both got heated in the kiss. Timmy lifted you onto the edge of the pool without breaking the kiss, and wrapped your legs around him holding onto your thighs. He removed both your bikini and his boxers and pushed himself out of the water as you lay back pulling him over you.

You could feel his length against your thigh and slid your hand down to his lower back to guide him as he pushed into you.

Timmy slammed hard into you as your legs wrapped around his waist and he buried his face against your neck breathing heavily rocking his hips against yours.

You lifted his head and kissed him passionately without saying a word and you both came together soon after panting heavily with Timmy shaking in your arms.

You knew what he was trying to say as he carried you upstairs to bed and crawled back into your arms to fall asleep.

No matter what, he would always come home to you, and only you.

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strawberriescherrieskiwi · 4 months

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Interlocked

Anon requests:

Good luck with exams!!! Friends to lovers with Timmy or exes to lovers again. Sharing body heat in a cabin after being caught in a storm.

Wordcount: 2.3K+

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Description: Going on a ski trip with your ex isn't weird. Not when you and Timmy are still incredibly close. And it is definitely not weird to get creative to keep from freezing to death.

A/N: Thank you for the well wishes on my exams. And for the request. I went back and forth with this for a few days. The faking conversation is heavily inspired by Elaine and Jerry from Seinfeld. And a conversation they had about the same topic, which led me to make them exes in this fic.

Warning: Exes to lovers. Smut, fluff.slight breeding kink if you squint.

“Wait wait wait,” Timmy said glancing over at you in shock. “You faked with me?” He asked in disbelief.

You pressed your lips together in a thin line to hide your smile. “Yup,” you said, bobbing your head.

“No. You faked with me?” He couldn’t believe it.

You laughed. “Yes. I faked it with you.”

“Really?”

“Really,” you laughed picking up your hot chocolate and taking a sip trying not to appear smug.

Your friends sitting across the table were all watching you two like you were the most interesting things in the world. You, Timmy, and a few of your friends had an annual Ski trip in the French Alps. It was a long journey to your cabins and after a day of skiing, you were all having dinner and hot drinks at a diner.

Somehow the conversation got on the topic of people faking it in bed. With the men arguing that it is easier for women to fake it and Timmy proudly stating that no one has ever faked it with him. Until you had to interject with a well…

“We dated for two years. Did you... Did you fake it all the time?” He asked.

“No, of course not. If I was faking all the time, we wouldn’t have dated for 2 years.” Your two-year relationship was lovely. You loved Timmy and even talked about marriage and were briefly engaged. Until your loving relationship sort of started to feel like a chore.

You weren’t meeting up, or having sex because it felt like you needed to and not that you wanted to. You could feel yourself falling out of love and each day desperate to hold onto it. Hold on to each other. It got to the point where you were starting to resent him. That’s when you two sat down, had a long conversation, and called it quits.

You two still remained close friends. And while it was awkward for a while, you both had moved on and dated other people since then. Timmy only recently got out of a year-long relationship with a model, and you’ve been single for 6 months because your boyfriend couldn’t handle you still close friend with an ex.

“It was just towards the end of our relationship, right?” He asked, his eyes burning a hole in the side of your face.

“Sure, let’s go with that,” you chuckled.

He scoffed shaking his head and looking away. “You faked it. I can’t believe it. The whole shebang. The moaning, panting, tightening? All fake?”

“You weren't the only actor in our relationship, huh?” You teased.

Timmy's cheeks lit up and he grabbed his drink, grumbling to himself. You laughed, wrapping your arms around his forearm.

“If it makes you feel better, you are also the only guy I didn’t have to fake it with.” He glanced over at you.

“Really?”

“Really.”

“Okay. That makes me feel a bit better.” Timmy said sitting up straight.

You couldn’t help but laugh at his happiness. You truly did love him. Even after the breakup and the insanity, he brought to your life sometimes. “Hopefully, you’ve gotten better since we last slept together.” You added to just tease him more.

His eyes narrowed. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know if you could tell the difference?” You counted, leaning closer to him. So close that his breath hit your face.

“Okay, you two. Thanks for the show, but keep it PG,” one of your friends teased. You both rolled your eyes and moved away from each other and finished your food.

“You guys are just jealous of our friendship,” Timmy said, wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

After eating you all climbed back into the cars and made your way back to the cabins you all rented.

“Okay, we are staying two to a cabin. Couples have a cabin to themselves and the rest of us are playing a game to see who stays with who.” You said as you all stood in the snow.

“What are we playing this year? Last year was a snowball fight with we all know you cheated at,” Timmy pointed out.

“Says the man that didn’t play. You had a girlfriend remember?” Timmy shrugged and snuggled closer into his coat.

“We will play rock, paper, scissors. It’s too cold and too late to do anything else.”

Everyone nodded and gathered around to play. You were all shivering and were ready to just go to bed. After a few rounds, everyone was paired up leaving you to room with Timmy. Grabbing your bags, you both said goodnight to the rest of your friends and walked into the cabin.

“Holy shit it’s cold in here,” you complained dropping your bags and going to the fireplace.

“How are we looking on wood?” He asked coming up behind you.

You sighed. “We should have come to the cabins earlier and made sure they were fully stocked with Wood. We have a few logs. Hopefully, it will make it through the night,” you said tossing a few into the fireplace and then grabbing a match.

“We will get some first thing in the morning. Don’t worry. The cabin has heating, and I brought extra blankets. I know you are always cold,” he stated.

Once the fire was going you stood up. “You didn’t know we were room together,” you commented.

“Yeah, but I heard last year you were cold in your cabin.”

You smiled. “Thanks, Timmy. You can take the bigger bedroom. I know that’s what you are after.”

Timmy playfully rolled his eyes. “You caught me. And thanks,” he said picking up his bag and dashing to the biggest room. You laughed shaking your head then grabbed your own bag and headed to your room. "See you in the morning," he shouted

"Good night," you shouted back.

You woke around 2 am freezing. Your teeth were chattering, and you felt like you were freezing from the inside out. Slowly, wrapping a blanket around your shoulder you made your way to the main room to see Timmy standing in front of the thermostat.

You stepped on a creaking floorboard, and he looked over at you. “Shit. Are you cold?” He said running over to your side and wrapping his blanket around you and rubbing your shoulders.

You nodded leaning into him. “What is the temperature on?”

He frowned. “The power is out.”

“What?” You asked pulling back to look at him. “What’s going on.”

“Turns out while we slept there was a small avalanche. We are snowed in.”

“Fucking hell? Really?” You said moving out of his arms and walking over to the window and seeing the snow piled up outside.

“Don’t panic, I talked to someone at the lodge, and they will be sending someone over as soon as they can. They are sending people out to the furthest cabins first, but it has to be after the storm is over.

“Have you talked to everyone else? Are they okay?” You asked. Moving to the fireplace and sitting down. You shivered and Timmy quickly moved to your side.

“No. I lost service after that, but I am sure they are fine. We are the ones closest to the mountain. We’ve been snowed in before it won’t be so bad,” he assured you.

“We had more firewood then.” You reminded him.

Wrapping his arms around you Timmy pulled you close to him and wrapped the two blankets around you both. “I got you, don’t worry,” he said rubbing your arms and back. You shudder and lean closer to him, snuggling into his arms.

You two sat in silence for a while and watched the fire. You were still cold but were warmer now that you were in his arms. For a moment, you thought you would be able to fall asleep and then the fire went out.

“Shit,” Timmy said grabbing up and trying to relight the fire. He tried over and over and you whimpered slightly. And Timmy glanced back at you before trying again. He finally got a small spark and blew softly on the fire and tossed in the last firewood.

He moved back to you and pulled you into his lap. “Mon Amour. I got you. I got you,” he repeated. You shook and shivered against his chest and his hold tightened on you. Neither of you even noticed the term of endearment slipping.

After a few minutes of you shaking, Timmy shook his head. “Okay, undress.” He said. “I know it might be weird, but you’re cold and I’m cold. Body heat will help.”

You flushed but Timmy didn’t notice as he started to pull his own clothes off. It’s been over 3 years since you saw him completely naked, and you couldn’t help but think about all the times his body was pressed against yours.

“You’re staring. Thinking about when you faked it?” He teased looking you in the eye as his hands lingered on his boxes. “Shall I remove these too?”

“Shut up,” you said standing and removing your clothes. You stared Timmy in the eyes as you took off your bra and tossed it at him. His eyes widened and he shamelessly started at your chest.

“You know,” he said, moving closer. “Skin-to-skin is good for body heat. But there is another way, skin to skin, that will also warm us up,” his hands rested on your waist and his eyes met yours.

They were half-closed and filled with lush and desire. You shivered this time but not from the cold. “Timmy… is that really a good idea,” you said but moved closer to him pressing your chest together.

“Breaking up wasn’t a good idea,” he said shocking you.

“You couldn’t tell me that 3 years ago?” You teased.

“You couldn’t tell me you were faking back them?” He shot back.

Chuckling you grabbed the back of his head and pulled his face closer to yours. “Show me you’ve gotten better” Your lips ghosted over Timmy’s.

Timmy's lips came crashing down on yours and he kissed you like a man starving. His tongue forced its way into your mouth and his hand between your already slick thighs. You moaned letting him guide you both to the ground. You, on your back with him hovering over you.

“I missed you,” he said softly pulling back from your lips.

“I missed you,” you replied, pushing his boxes off his body. Timmy did the same with your underwear and you laid there bare in front of each other for the first time in years.

“Let me warm you up. Let me take care of you,” he begged. You spread your legs more kissing his lips.

“Please Timmy,” you said into his mouth. Timmy grabbed his cock and pressed it against your dripping entrance. He pulled back to watch his cock enter you slowly. You both moaned. Timmy pushed in more until his hips were flushed against yours.

Timmy bit your collarbone and you moaned louder. “I forgot how tight you are,” he said. “Feels like when we first slept together.”

You whined. You two were each other first. You pulled his hair and met his lips in a tender kiss. Timmy started to move them. Pulling his cock almost completely out of you before slamming back into you.

His hands reached for yours and grasped them tightly as you wrapped your legs around his waist. He was slow as he thrust in and out of you with a steady rhythm. Your bodies were pressed together and the heat between you two warmed you both to your cores.

Timmy’s moans and your little gasp each time he pressed against your sweet spot filled the cabin. Your hands stayed tightly together. You tilted your hips and his cock slide deeper inside of you.

“Fuck, I’m going to fucking blow my load,” He growled squeezing your hands as he rocked his hips faster. You moaned tightening around his cock.

“Make me cum, Timmy. Harder.” You groaned. Closing your eyes, you pressed your chest against his. Timmy let go of one of your hips and started fucking into you faster and harder.

Your skin flushed and you both grew sweaty, and you lost yourself in each other. His fast pace had your eyes rolling in the back of your head as you came around your cock. But Timmy didn’t stop. Instead, his fingers moved further down and joined his cock inside of you.

You mewl at the stretch and your squirted all over his cock. His name leaving your mouth like a prayer. Timmy smirked and looked down at his cock fucking your cunt. “Squirting? I don’t think you could fake that.”

You laughed slightly, shaking in his hold. “Just cum in me, please. I need it.”

“Yeah, need my cum. Fuck. Yeah, I’ll come inside of you. Fucking make a mess inside of you. Maybe fuck a baby inside of you. Do you want that? Want my baby inside of you?” His words had you tightening around his cock and Timmy cursed before coming.

You flipped him over, riding his cock as he came. You pinned his hands above his head, and you rotate your hips fucking his cum inside of you. You were close to a second orgasm, and you looked down at Timmy to see him staring at you as if you were a goddess.

“I love you.” He softly.

Your hips paused and you stared at him. “Still?” You asked leaning closer.

“I never stopped. I wanted you back the moment we broke up. I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” you kissed him and started moving your hips again. Your thighs trembled and you rode him faster, biting his lower lip and this time exploring his mouth with your tongue. Timmy moaned into your mouth and thrust upwards into you.

You came together moaning into each other mouth, your hands still interlocked. You slowly stopped moving your hips and broke the kiss lying on his chest. You both were breathing heavily. You shivered as the cold registered again and Timmy was quick to wrap one of the blankets around you both.

“I meant what I said,” he said, kissing the top of your head.

“I did too.”

“So can we give us another try?” He asked hopefully.

You nodded, kissing his chest. “I would like nothing more.”

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Timothée x reader imagine

Warnings: cock worship, submissive, bdsm relationship

I started an etsy account selling phone cases so check that out maybe :)

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You were getting carpet burn from kneeling for so long but you couldn’t even bring yourself to care. Timothée would take care of you in the morning.

He had been teasing you for what felt like hours now but you knew he was going to take pity on you soon. On cue you felt his hand reach into your hair, rubbing softly into your damp scalp while his other stroked your face. Your body had been heated for hours and your skin felt warm and clammy. Timothées movements are so soothing that it throws you when he yanks you by the hair.

He brings your face to his mouth and kisses you roughly. His mouth encapsulating yours till you feel dizzy. You hear his belt buckle and before you can look down to see what he’s doing, he pushes your head down to what you’ve wanted this whole time.

Before you know it your mouth is around the base of his cock and your head is on his lap. It made you feel serene. He was slowly and softly fucking into your mouth without a care. His head was thrown back in bliss, both of his hands holding the sides of your face.

You could feel him hitting the back of your throat and could help the gag. Timothée only groaned and fucked you faster. That’s how you knew he was too lost in the moment because he would never usually miss and opportunity to punish you for that.

You knew you could get off with just him fucking your face but you wouldn’t without permission. He was thrusting wildly but before he could come he pulled out from your face and pulled you up onto your feet. You didn’t have time to form a question before he was kissing you again.

The back of your legs hit the side of the bed before you fell onto your back. Timothée was a man on a mission and wasted no time as he moved around the bed to where your head was. His hips didn’t even have to reach your face before you knew what was happening.

It felt like things were happening a thousand miles a minute but you would take anything Timothée would give.

He guided his cock to your open mouth and you were ready and waiting. Just as he reached your lips you heard a buzz and felt something cold at your clit. Timothées cock is deep in your throat in the same minute and you feel bursts of pleasure at once.

You know it’s going to be a long night.

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timmymyluv · 2 years

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love4eva

FAKE INSTA

timothée chalamet x kpop fem!idol reader

FC: rosé of blackpink

glad I got a spark on inspo to make these and edit my drafts!! missed making things and I'm recovering well so glad to be feeling great again. hope y'all enjoy this!

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lilmaymayy · 4 months

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theyve been seen TOGETHER IN PUBLIC IN PHOTOS

TIMOTHEE BABY HOW COULDNYO

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houseofchalamet · 1 year

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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.”

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