multi-fandom smut/imagines (I take requests)

𝓈𝓊𝒷𝓂𝒾𝓈𝓈𝒾𝓋𝑒- 𝕋𝕚𝕞𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕖 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕝𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕥 (𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝓂𝑒 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝟤)

(as requested by @simplychalamet the Timothee Chalamet thing is gonna be ongoing but there will be other imagines in between.)

Anislee and her step brother Timothee had what Anislee thought was gonna be a one time thing but when he wants to take it further will she accept?

|ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴀʏ ʏᴇꜱ ʙᴜᴛ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ ɴᴏ|

(Anislee's POV)

I wake up around noon, remembering what Timothee and I had done. I lay there for a moment thinking it was a dream, then I realize I'm wearing his jersey. I roll over to face where his body had layed next to mine only six hours ago, his scent still lingering. 

I lay on my back staring up at the ceiling, trying to process all of this. I hear the front door open, I assume it's my mom and dad so I just stay in bed. I hear footsteps come up the stairs, I pull the blanket over myself so they don't see the jersey.

I hear a knock at me door, "come in" i say in a wispy, I just woke up voice. The door cracks open and a very sweaty Timothee walks in. He sits at the edge of the bed "good morning beautiful" I smile "Hi Timmy" he smiles and puts his hand on my knee.

"get dressed we're getting food" he says and then gets up, walking out. I smile to myself and stand up. I walk inside my closet and begin looking around. 

I finally decide on a cute dress:

I grab a cute pair of shoes to match:

I wasn't dressing up just for Timothee, I always looked my best when I went out, whether it was to the mall, to chick-fil-a, or to somewhere fancy. I curled my stick straight hair and put on some mascara and some red lipstick. 

after about 30 minutes of getting ready, I walk into Timothee's room and he's already changed out of his clothes into a pair of black pants with a pale yellow button up tucked into them, a belt holding everything in place, his soft curly brown hair resting neatly on his head. 

We both stare at each other in awe. He speaks up first "wow, you look, wow" he says. I smile blushing a bit. "you look good too" I say biting my lip a little. He smiles and takes my hand "let's go" I text my mom as he drags us out the door