SFW Timothee Chalamet Fanfiction P2

Tattoos

Info - mention of crazy night of substances, getting tattoo when drunk, friends to lovers, possessive Timmy, worried about having drunk sex

It had been a crazy night. Timothée, me, Joanna, Taylor, and Pj were having a vacation in Vegas. We'd gone wild last night and I didn't completely remember what happed. I realized I was on top of someone.

"Y/n?" I heard a groggy voice. I looked down to see I was on Timothée, my best friend and secret crush.

"Did we?" I asked cautiously.

"I don't think so, I mean, I hope we didn't," he said.

"Right because we're best friends," I said sadly.

"No, because I'd want to remember it," he said, pushing some hair behind my ear.

"What is happening here?" I asked as I sat up.

"Y/n I-.... What is that on your rib?" He asked. I realized I was only in my bra. He ran a finger right under my bottom wire. I shuddered before looking.

It was a tattoo and it said "Timmy's"

"You've got a tattoo of my name," he said with a crooked smile.

"Holy shit we were fucked UP last night," I moaned.

"I wonder if I have one," he said, sounding mesmerized. He began to feel himself.

"Ouch," he said when he got to his upper chest. He pulled off his shirt.

"Look!" He said excitedly. Just above his clavicle was the word "y/n's".

"You're happy about this?" I asked in confusion.

"Y/n, I'm fucking in love with you," he said dreamily.

"What?"

"I am so, so, so in love with you," he said, taking my hands.

"Really?" I asked as my voice cracked.

"Yes darling," he nodded. I launched myself into his arms. We were kissing like horny teenagers, all over one another.

"I love you," I gasped into his mouth.

"Never let anyone but me touch this," he growled, finger tracing my tattoo.

"Never," I agreed.