no trigger warning x
"i'm ready!" you announce from upstairs, making your way down the flight of stairs. you can't help but feel timmy's glance on you. the hot pink mini dress you wore wrapped around your figure perfectly, highlighting all the right areas.
"y/n, you look gorgeous. come on, let's get a move on". timothee was never the type of person to remark you on your appearance. most of the time he didn't even notice what you had on. today seemed different, he made you feel special.
the whole night during dinner, timmy had his eyes on you. it darted across every aspect of you, taking an especially long time on your curves. he made you feel intimidated, but there was no denying you didn't enjoy the feeling.
midway through conversation, you notice that he has zoned out. his eyes were staring directly at your breast. "timmy... HEY TIMOTHEE!" you whisper-yell, "what's the matter?". he jolts back into reality, looking back down at his steak. he doesn't say anything and his face had no such expression. all he did was use his fork to shift his food around the plate.
out of nowhere, he stands up. a sense of urgency reverberates through the room. "y/n, let's go back." you gave him a concerned look, eyes filled with sympathy. you had no idea what was going on. for as far as you knew, the night was going so well until a few minutes ago. he furrows his eyebrows back at you, "please y/n... you're killing me here". you still sit there, innocent and fragile. he then slams three fifty dollar notes onto the table before grasping your wrist, leading you out of the restaurant.
as soon as you leave the premises, you ask timmy, "what was all that about, you are really starting to ..." and before you could finish asking, he slams his lips softly onto yours, pushing his tongue in gently. you kiss back harder and soon enough you find yourself pressed up against the walls of his blue mustang. you have never seen timmy so desperate and needy for your touch.
abruptly, you push him away and make your way to the passenger seat. he looks at you with innocent puppy-dog eyes "what was all that about? i was really enjoying that!". you say nothing but grin slyly at him.
on the way back home, you feel timothee's beady eyes glaring at you every now and then. "is there a problem tim?" you say, in such a bitchy manner, feeling pride course through your veins. it was no surprise that you knew you had a hold of him. he looks away, trying to ignore you. you place your hand on his thigh. it makes its way further up him as time goes by. you can see him biting his lip. he lets out a moan as he stops the car on the side of the road. it was just the both of you on a deserted road. "let's do this", he says.
omg this is my first ever story written here. i'm so nervous. i hope you guys enjoyed it x
