Forbidden Fruit •Timothee Chalamet (Stepbrother)

17. Irreplaceable

(Warning:smut,explicit sexual content)

I feel my eyes flicker open from my blissful sleep when I feel something tickling my nose. A strand of brown hair. Timothée's hair.

The confusion and grogginess turns into urgent curiosity as I turn myself around to see Timothée's body tangled into mine, his soft and sleepy breaths play in my ear while he holds me securely in his arms.

When did he get home? He must have let himself in while I was sleeping.

After Jacob left, I went straight to sleep. I was still dazed thinking about that kiss. Empty yet fulfilling.

How can it be both at the same time?

As much as I'm happy to wake up in Timothée's arms. I have a sea of questions that I know I won't ask.

But one that I can't contain,Where the fuck was he?

I feel Timothée shift his body as he pulls me in closer like a pillow. I flip around, now face to face with him.

I trace his skin softly. Absorbing all his features.

I long for him when he's gone. Even if its for a day or two. I miss all of him.

His pale skin..white like cream. His freckles that disperse beautifully on his face. His soft supple rose colored lips. The little bags under his eyes,that make him look temptingly tired all the time.

I see him start to wake up. His eyes look hazy while he slowly meets my gaze.

"Good morning." Timothée mumbles, blinking slowly and waking himself up.

"Morning." I smile at him softly. I feel him place his big hand on the back of neck and pull my head to his, touching his nose to mine.

He rubs his nose onto mine, giving me an eskimo kiss.

I scrunch my nose up and a small giggle leaves my lips at his cute gesture. His lip curls into a sleepy smile but quickly the butterflies turn into anxiety.

Timothée has been keeping things from me.

The transparency between us that I've always embraced is drifting into him keeping secrets and that terrifies me. Before I can string a sentence together and try to get answers,I feel his warm lips on mine.

I can feel the desire burn through my lips as he slips into my mouth needily.

His spit tastes like candy to me. He is mouthwatering.

"I miss being inside you. Can I have you please?" He groans in my mouth and his eyes darken sinfully.I cave and feel myself come undone.

"Yes." I respond shakily.

He licks lips before smoothly making his way down to my wetness.I feel him move my underwear down to my ankles as he grabs my thighs, and places his smooth tongue onto my throbbing clit. He starts to suck on me tenderly. I cry out in pleasure.

"Timothée."I can't help but whimper.

His droopy forest green eyes look up to me like he's yearning while he feasts on me. His tongue starts to draw patterns, making my breathing heavy. I feel myself approaching my climax but then, Timothée withdraws his mouth from me abruptly and pull his boxers off.

"Not yet." He says, with lust dripping from his voice.

I feel him place the tip of his cock on my entrance as he rubs himself onto it leisurely.

"Beg." Timothée's voice is husky with demand.

My breathing labors even more as I stare into his doe eyes.