A/N: content warning: SEX! this isn't straight up *smut* but there's sommmme detail
other disclaimer:
i know i haven't made it clear on what your sex is in the story, but in this scene you are female. if you are someone who would like to read from the perspective of you as a male, PLEASE let me know! and i can add an alternate chapter :)
kk, enjoy u freaks ;) ~ lola
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it was friday morning when you woke up with a knot in your stomach that held you captive in your bed for hours. you anxiously awaited a special phone call from a very special boy, whom you haven't seen for 6 long days.
you laid in bed from 10 am to nearly 1 pm, knowing that timothée left to drive south from Albany about half an hour after you woke up. you avoided calling him, not wanting to seem too clingy or needy, and waited for him to dial your number.
but timothée was doing the same. every time he glanced at his navigation, he hoped to see your name pop up on the screen. he missed you so much that his heart ached, and he was practically craving you.
your laugh, your smile, your body, your voice, you.
and he made that known when you arrived at his apartment just twenty minutes after he returned home.
he ran up to you and lifted you in his arms, bombarding your face with kisses. you held on to his warm body and allowed your self to become intoxicated by his scent. you didn't realize how much you missed it until your nose was pressed right up against his knitted sweater.
"holy shit, y/n, i missed you so much," timtothée said, almost exasperated. you giggled as he carried you to his bed room and tossed you onto his bed. he continued to kiss your cheeks and forehead.
"i missed you too, cutie," you said to him, grabbing his face so you could finally kiss his lips. you could feel him melt in to you the moment the two of you touched, and you did the same. you felt comforted, happy, safe... you felt like you were home.
"so how was it? how's your mom?" you asked him once he pulled away from your lips. his eyes lit up and he smiled wide.
"she loves you!" he said, much to your surprise. you gave him a funny look and he began to explain. "i just couldn't stop talking about you, y/n. i told her how you're an artist and how i met you in that coffee shop and, and how beautiful your smile is and how angelic your laugh sounds... man, i couldn't shut up about you," he smiled and pushed his hair back.
your jaw dropped and your voice got caught in your throat. you were dumbfounded and flattered. you really meant that much to him? your heart swelled and you smiled at the thought of you doing the same thing for him to your own mother. "timothée," you whispered, because that was all you could manage to say.
"i just..." he smiled and glanced around the room, hesitant to speak. "really like you..." he finally said after a long pause. you smiled, your expression bashful.
"well, i really like you too, timothée..." you told him, staring lustfully into his eyes. there was so much you wanted to say to him. how you felt about him, how you felt about the two of you together. it was like he was everything you could ask for, and more. you worried that you wouldn't be able to express this to him, but he seemed to read your mind.
"and i really like us," he smiled and pulled you close, slipping his hand under your shirt so he could rub your back. "going up to you that day in the coffee shop...it was one of the best things i've ever done," his eyes shifted between your lips and your eyes. his hand pulled you closer, your bodies touching as the two of you laid on his bed.
YOU ARE READING
LIVING//timothéeXreader//completed
Fanfiction✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧ a young artist living in manhattan, new york, goes through the ten steps to having a relationship with a handsome stranger she met in a new cafe: drawing meeting talking laughing touching kissing holding teasi...
