𝘈𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭

𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 & 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮

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𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 & 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮
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I was bored, and I missed Timothée. I had binge watched an entire short series, and my brain was practically fried.

I suddenly smiled, an idea popping into my head. I would watch one of his movies. I was dying to hear his voice.

He had been in LA for the weekend, but was coming home tomorrow afternoon.

I decided to watch Call Me By Your Name, since I had never seen it. All I knew is that Timmy didn't want me to watch it.

Anytime I asked why, he said would shake his head, and try and change the subject without me noticing.

The movie was enticing, and very erotic. I shifted a little, anxious as I watched Timothée on screen.

Most scenes weren't innocent, but I wasn't at all prepared for what would happen.

I watched Timothée lay in a bed, eating a peach. It wasn't long until I realized something wasn't right.

My mouth dropped slightly as he brought the peach to the place a peach should never go.

"Oh, Timmy no..." I whispered softly, laughing a little. I did not find it funny, but I was definitely surprised.

I jumped when I heard the front door open.

"Surprise!" I heard Timothée's voice sang.

Well, that's for sure. I thought, raising my eyebrows.

I was too shocked to even think of a response to him.

"Y/N?" I heard him ask, a bit of concern in his voice, walking down the hallway and towards the bedroom.

I felt bad for not answering, but then again, I couldn't even talk.

He walked into the bedroom, a confused look on his face.

"Hey, baby." He said slowly, a bit confused.

"What're you watching?" When I didn't answer, he turned his head to look at the television screen.

His face was suddenly bright with embarrassment, and he ran over to the bed, grabbing the remote and turning off the TV.

"Y/N, why?" He asked quietly, putting his hands over his face.

Finally, I snapped out of my trance.

"You- Timothée... you just fucked a peach!" I shrieked, my whole body shaking with laughter.

Timothée didn't say anything, but the look on his face was priceless, I laughed even harder.

"Are you done yet?" He asked, irritated, crossing his arms over his chest. I couldn't help but think that he looked pretty cute when he was angry.

"Ladies and gentleman," I said, speaking to a nonexistent audience.

"My boyfriend, the fruit fucker!" I was crying by now, but after a while my laughter died down, and I was left with an embarrassed and annoyed Timmy.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." I said, wiping my teary eyes.

"I told you not to watch it." Timothée muttered, he couldn't even look at me.

"Aw. Tim, it's just a movie." I got up from the bed, giving him a hug. He smiled, finally letting the humor of the scene take over.

"I love you even though you're a dirty little peach fucker." I whispered, kissing him on the cheek.

He rolled his eyes, but his smile didn't fade.

"Okay, I'm gonna go get a snack. It was a long flight." He said, squeezing me one more time before letting go.

"What, some peaches and cream?" I asked, a grin cracking across my face.

Timothée sighed, giving me the middle finger. I blew him a kiss as he walked out to the kitchen.

568 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴
𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘧𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦. 𝘐 𝘧𝘪𝘹𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵.
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