a story in which timothée and norah become highschool sweethearts
or rather a story where timothèe and norah geek over each other to the max
*all lowercase is intended*
*contains mature content/triggering themes*
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norah
we watch the movie in silence for about a half hour, but i find myself getting distracted by timmy easily. he's concentrated on the movie, analyzing and absorbing every line. he's beautiful. i want to do this every night for forever, and always feel this close to him.
"timothèe?" i say softly without thinking. my voice catches his attention and he peers down at me, humming a quiet "mmm?" noise in response. "i want you to be my boyfriend," i say in a volume just above a whisper. where'd my massive balls come from today?
he lets out a large sigh of relief. "holy fuck, i've been wanting to ask you for well over a week now, i just kept chickening out. i was scared you were going to tell me to go fuck myself. i want you to be my girlfriend too," he replies in a fury. as he talks, his hand slowly rubs designs into my lower back.
"are we dating now?" i ask, a wide smile breaking onto my face. timothèe only nods his head before pulling me into a kiss. fuck the movie, we can watch it another time.
it starts lazy and soft. he makes me feel warm and safe as his lips move against mine. he tastes like the gum he had spit on to the streets before entering the complex, and smells sweet and fresh. my hand rests where his jawline meets his neck, while his holds my back and pulls me closer to him. gradually, the kisses become more heated. tongues clash against each other. my hands roam up and down his chest, occasionally playing with the hem at the bottom of his shirt. his hands alternate between being desperately close to my ass or my chest. he rolls on top of me, slotting himself between my legs. his hand once more comes close to my breast.
"is this okay?" he breathes out between kisses. god, please, give me the strength to get through this.
"yes, you're fine," i say back before his lips are on mine again. after a few seconds, his hand is cupping my breast over his hoodie. he runs his thumb over where my nipple is hidden under the layers. fuck, i don't know how much more of this i can take before i pass out.
i find my hand slipping under his shirt, craving skin to skin contact with him. i drag my lips down his neck, kissing any skin available to me. i wrap my free hand around the back of his head, cradling his neck. timothee lets out a breathy moan.
"you're gonna fucking kill me," he mumbles before moving back to my lips.
but soon, timothèe's mouth is at my own neck. i can't help but arch my back a little, so sensitive to his touch. he picks a spot high on my neck and begins suckling and nibbling on the area. fucking timothèe chalamet is giving me my first hickey. if i could tell that to fifteen year old me, she wouldn't believe it for a second. he shifts slightly, moving his mouth to another spot. but, during his shift i feel his hardness against my leg for the first time. i jolt a little bit, somehow surprised by his arousal.
