Spicy Timmothé x female reader

Part 1. The office.

You carefully walk through the halls, your shoes clicking on the marble floor, the sounds echoing. The walls were made from white marble and it was decorated with beautiful, most likely, expensive paintings.
When I arrive at his office I gathered some confidence to knock on his wooden door. But before I placed my hand on the handle you heard a threatening yet soothing voice call you in.
"Come in Victoria"
You felt your heart drop as you quickly open the door.

"It's vic." you say softly.

"Do you have the papers?" He asked, not making direct eye contact. He seemed overworked. I softly nodded as I walked towards his desk, handing him the papers. "Jonathan and Rodrick would like to cast you for another day," I said trying to soothe him.

He sighed deeply, clearly not wanting to do it. "I'm sorry." I quickly apologized. He slightly turned his head towards you.
"I didn't mean to upset you" I continued.
He placed his elbows on his desk, staring into my brown eyes.
"Victoria, none of this is your fault." He said as he grabbed you by your waist and forced you onto his lap.

Instead of panicking you just relaxed into his arms. Your short grey skirt went slightly up when you were thrown on his lap.
"You need to take a break, Timothe. This isn't healthy" I snuggled softly.
"Victoria, don't cry." 

"It's vic." I mumble.
I turn around, my body facing his. I lean on his chest with my face and start to cry.
"This is all my fault! I shouldn't have suggested you to Marco!"
"Victoria"
I look up, our noses being inches away from each other. I could feel his hot breaths on my lips.

"I chose this life, every issue I experience is because of me. Not you."
I knew he only said that to calm me down. We would still be at home if it wasn't for me, dreaming of fame and stardom.
I simply nodded as I drowned in his mesmerizing brown eyes. I touched his neck with my hands, his eyes falling on my lips. So did his heavy breath. 
That's when I felt a bulge growing in his pants. You softly whimper at this sudden reaction but Timmothé didn't hesitate to kiss you before a sound came out of your mouth. Your body felt light, you were drowning in his cologne, you felt your tounges collide, your body's becoming one.

he pushed you further onto him, his other hand gliding down your neck. His soft fingers touching your smooth skin You two had to eventually stop, out of breath you stare at each other. "We shouldn't do this.." I said softly, but he knew I was lying, I was desperate and eager for his touch, I wanted him so bad. 

"We both know you are lying." he then said. his breath falling on your now wet lips, his hands gliding down your body, his long slender hands moving down your waist, and then back to your chest. That's when you dived back in, eager for his touch.