Forbidden Fruit •Timothee Chalamet (Stepbrother)

21.Bittersweet

(Warning:Smut,Explicit content)

The tears start to stream from my eyes unwillingly and before I know it, Timothée has me wrapped in his arms.

I am a little shocked by my own emotional state.

I don't know if it's because Aunt Margaret was so accepting and made me feel so seen and validated,or if it's because this is the first time I am coming to processing what took place that night at the undergrounds.

"You can cry Mia.You don't have to keep it all in all of the time." Timothée brushes a stray lock from my face, his touch lingering.I melt into his chest, finding solace in his embrace.

Timothée has always been better at showing and feeling his emotions. I bottle mine in until it overflows and quite literally spills out.

Aunt Margaret watches him console me admiringly. It looks like she is studying our interaction.This is the first time she's seeing how him and interact without all the secrecy.

"Timothée,you remind me so much of your mother." Aunt Margaret says with praise.

Timothée winces at the word mother, as he pulls away from me and turns his attention to his aunt.

"My mother..?" both of his eyebrows raise slightly,awaiting clarification.

Timothée's mother passed away when he was born,and he rarely ever talks about her.
Tom never would speak to Timothée about his mom and anytime she was brought up,it was to provoke some type of guilt for her passing away.

"Yes.You're mother was such a loving woman. She was extremely sensitive and always wore her emotions on her sleeve. She was the one that kept your father somewhat sane."

I watch Timothée pondering her words, blinking slowly,and taking it all in.

"Tom and I's parents were not the best of people as you can guess. Especially your grandfather..he really took a lot of it out on your father.I think that's why he is so sadistic now." She says with a frown."Timothée,He was pushed into taking over the cult and was on the brink of insanity before he met your mom. She was a breath of fresh for him. She even begged him to cut ties with our family and rid himself of the cult but he didn't.. and over time everything she witnessed broke her. That's why she turned to taking drugs before she conceived you. Your mother couldn't live with the horrifying truth of the undergrounds and felt too much for other people so eventually she decided... she didn't want to feel at all." Aunt Margaret confesses.

My eyes don't leave Timothée's.I can see how badly he is struggling to accept all of this without falling apart.His eyes fill with a sadness I haven't seen before.

"Once she realized she was pregnant with you she stopped it all. She was so excited to have you Timmy..but her body was so weak from all the pills she would take in the past, her heart weakened and she couldn't make it through the labor." She says regretfully.

"I can't listen to this anymore!" He grinds out the words through clenched teeth, before he abruptly stands up and walks out of the living room.

Aunt Margaret looks at me as he walks away, her expression tinged with guilt.

"I'll go talk to him." I assure her, before I rush to him.

"Timothée?" I open his door.

He is laying in his bed, his long body stretched out on the king side bed. His hand is stroking his forehead in frustration.I start to crawl on the bed next to him.

"Hey? I''m here..Talk to me." I grab him by his shirt collar, tugging on it slightly.

Those mesmerizing eyes finally look up into mine, and they look like dark pools of fear.
I feel him inch closer to my face before colliding his lips onto mine. This kiss feels different that all the others we've shared before. I can feel him yearning for me. It feels like he's running out of oxygen and I'm his air. He pushes me down on the bed, his lips never leaving mine until I suddenly pull away.

"Timothée? Baby..What's going on in your head?" I whisper to him in confusion.

It's not like him to avoid his feelings. That's more of something I tend to do,so it worries me to see him go down that route.

"You're the one thing that numbs the pain." He says with longing, his voice cracking in desire.

My skin tingles and all I want to do is take away all his hurt.

I pull his head to me passionately and kiss him deeply so he can feel how much I thirst for him. A groan breaks from his mouth while he starts to unbutton my blouse, and unclasp my bra.I shiver at his touch as his fingertips graze my hard nipples, before he takes one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking on it.

"You're fucking breathtaking." He mumbles with my nipple between his teeth, causing a soft moan to fall out of my mouth.

His fingers reach my face before he sticks his index finger in my mouth. I feel his other hand pull my up my skirt and pull my underwear to the side, slipping a finger inside me while I try with everything in me to hold in my moan.

"You have to stay quiet baby. We don't want Aunt Margaret to hear." He whispers in my ear. I nod with his finger in my mouth, as I suck on it harder.

His slides another finger in and starts to pump them inside me vigorously,causing me to climax quickly on his fingers. He pulls them out and places my legs on his shoulders.

"You ready for me baby?" his voice asks in a low whisper.

I nod in some type of trance, still coming down from my first orgasm. He enters my drenched pussy.

"Fuck." His voice is raspy, through rapid breaths.

I can't control the moan that comes out as he starts thrusting, and Timothée quickly covers my mouth.

"Shh, stay quiet for me princess." I feel his dick pulsate inside me,making my eyes water. He starts to fuck me fast and hard and grabs the nape of my neck up to him so he can stare into my blue eyes.

"Amelia.You're my ultimate fantasy. Nobody can ever compare to you." with that I feel my walls clench around him intensely, and hear him whimper softly in my ear as he cums inside me,his warmth radiating through me.

"Mhmm." I mumble blissfully, laying my head on his naked chest.

I placed my hand on him, feeling the fast rhythm of his heart beat.I move my head from his chest to the pillow,and he lays down right beside me.

We gaze at each other, face to face.His eyes linger on my face,as if he is memorizing every detail.It feels like fireworks are going off in my soul.In this shared moment of heaven, our lips curl into matching smiles.

"Mia.." He flutters his long eyelashes.

"Yeah?" I gaze at him, tiredly.

"I'm so in love with you." His eyes shine with his devotion.

My eyes widen a little, and my body becomes impossibly still.The panic must be written all over my face, because Timothée's face drops and his expression changes from dreamy to devastation.

His green eyes start to droop and glaze over in gloominess.

I don't want to be this way. I try to run away from it and disconnect, but as I lay here facing him, after we explored every part of each other there is a part of me that knows..

I am hopelessly and despairingly in love with Timothée.

Then there is this deceptive part of me that is terrified and screams at me, that I will never be able to love.That I am not good enough for him.

Because Timothee is so fucking pure and good. Aunt Margaret is right, he is just like his mom.He loves so deeply and feels it all.Half the time, I feel like an empty shell of a human being. Lost and confused.All I will ever do is let him down and hurt him. That's all I've already done.

Loving him is bittersweet...when I am too scared to even say those three words.Three words his heart aches for.