honey wildflower ; t.c

26

*mature content ahead, if you aren't comfortable with that please skip this chapter*

"i'm tired of being home alone
at least i have a girl a day
but i want you to stay"

RYEN CLAIRE SOMMERS-

"run, dumbass." i angrily sigh, we're watching another netflix horror movie, and yet again the main character is dumb and will not run. "god i hate these people" i add earning a chuckle from timothée.

"okay yes girly, run! no don't fall- fucking god, you know what she deserves death at this point" i say, changing my emotions.

"you are very bipolar" he laughs emphasizing the "very."

"it's not my fault that netflix characters decide to be stupid" i playfully roll my eyes.

"fair enough" he breathes out before putting his hand on my thigh, making my breath hitch in my throat.

"f-fucking god, there she goes, fumbling with her keys, watch she's gonna drop them" i stutter because timothée started drawing small shapes on my thigh.

"i'm not annoying you, right? if so i'm sorry, these movies just make me angry." i laugh.

"no, this is quite amusing actually." he chuckles as his hand gets closer to my heat, fuck.

"don't play with me, i am not the one." i quote, turning to timothée.

"i don't know what you're on about, i'm not doing anything" he smirks.

"mhm, alright gumby." i giggle but that instantly stops as i see him with raised eyebrows and a surprised yet amused look on his face.

"oh?" he questions, whoops.

"my bad" i whisper, turning my head back to the movie.

my breath hitches as his hand moves just an inch away from my heat. his hand moves my dress up and slides into my underwear, instantly finding my clit. he draws slow circles on my sensitive bundle of nerves as i spread my legs further for more access.

he fully removes my underwear and gets in between my legs before my phone rings. "answer it" he says as he licks a stripe up my folds.

"bu-" i start only to be cut off "i said, answer it" he says as he applies more pressure into my clit.

i grab my phone and look at it, it's hazel, shit.

"hey!" i say.

"hey! i just need a confirmation that you are not coming home tonight, i know timothée already said that you would be staying over but i still want your answer." she explains.

"o-oh, yes! i-im staying" i stutter out as timothée inserts two fingers inside of me.

"are you okay? is he holding you at gun point or something? can he hear me right now?" she worriedly asks.

"yes i can hear you, hazel" timothée chuckles, sending vibrations straight to my core.

"okay, listen here, chalamet. you hurt ryen in any way shape or form and i will be the one holding you at gun point." she warns earning another chuckle from timothée.