❛ every night my mind is running around her ❜
in which two old friends reconnect at a high school reunion.
( timothee chalamet x fem! oc )
cover by @amygraymikae
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CHAPTER WARNINGS | EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT, STRONG LANGUAGE
*.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.*
Juliet pushes her lips to Timothee and finds herself completely overtaken by goosebumps and lightning, having to pull away for no less than a second before reconnecting their lips. Timothee's lips are slightly chapped from the brisk weather outside, but Juliet hardly even notices this at all. He tastes like wine and slight desperation, but nothing that Juliet doesn't dislike. She wants this and she doesn't care what he tastes like.
To Timothee, Juliet's lips are soft and she tastes like vanilla wine. She drank most of the wine, but the vanilla is from her chap stick that Timothee didn't notice until now she's smelled like all evening. Something about this small detail makes Timothee want Juliet even closer so he awkwardly wraps his arms around her waist, which prompts Juliet to lift one leg up onto the bed so they can look at each other face on. Juliet smiles playfully into the kiss and puts Timothee's face in her hands, Timothee's tongue poking into her mouth. Juliet leans back and props herself up with an arm, giving Timothee access to her neck, which he takes full advantage of. Juliet bites her lip when Timothee's lips brush over a sweet spot near her ear and Timothee smirks up at her.
"Don't play with me like that." Juliet says coyly and Timothee chuckles, parting his lips and grinding them against her soft spot, making the girl audibly moan and tighten her legs around Timothee's waist. Timothee slowly starts sucking on Juliet's neck, which makes her push him away with her hands rested on his chest.
"What?" He asks, innocently wiping spit from his bottom lip. Juliet leans forward, putting a hand on the back of Timothee's head and smirking before speaking.
"Don't give me a hickey at our fucking high school reunion." Juliet says harshly and Timothee smirks, giving the girl puppy dog eyes.
"Don't ruin the fun!" Timothee exclaims and Juliet kisses him immediately after the last word leaves his mouth, pushing her tongue into his mouth and sliding her hand onto the growing hardness in his pants.
"Still ruining the fun?" Juliet asks, grabbing his fly and quickly undoing the top button of his jeans. "Because it's about to get a lot more fun." She smirks, slowly zipping his fly down.
"I guess not." Timothee says, his voice slightly hoarse with his eyes growing increasingly lustful with every move Juliet makes to take control.
"You don't mind?" Juliet asks flirtatiously, sliding her hand under his jeans, but not under his boxers and wrapping her hand around his length.
"I don't mind." Timothee smiles, leaning in and messily kissing the girl on the mouth. As Timothee concentrates on keeping their lips connected, Juliet turns her attention back to Timothee's now completely hard dick, slowly rubbing it through the thin fabric of his boxers. He slowly moans into Juliet's mouth and the instant gratification goes straight to her head, pushing Timothee's jeans down to his calves before pulling his boxers out of the way as well.
