what the fuck was i doing? what the FUCK was i doing? timothée was kissing down my stomach as i moaned and he was slowly making his way down. fuck it, you know i work hard, don't i deserve this? yes but he could have a girlfriend you know nothing about him.
his fingers touched my panties and he slid them off as slow as possible. in my feelings by lana del rey was playing in the background. has he touched me i grabbed his hair and arched my back in pleasure. he was eager for more but he wasn't stopping until i came, or until there was a knock at the door.
he got up quickly.
"i'm so sorry" he gasped as he left the room leaving me very wet and very horny. i slipped on my pants and was about to leave the room."mom, dad! what are you guys doing here"
oh fuck, shit shit shit. what am i going to do? i looked to see if i could leave his apartment, wtf i'm not spider-man i can't do this shit. so i just went into the hall fixing myself on the way.
"hi, i'm annie" timothée looked surprised i was confident.
"oh hello" his mum replied. they both looked pretty happy to see he was with a girl, though i'm glad they didn't see what we were doing."sorry we got here so late, traffic was horrible. we should've called though we didn't know you had company" implying i was company more like a girl he's knew for a few weeks and slept with almost twice.
"no no it's okay, i was just heading out anyway. it was lovely meeting you both, i'll see you tomorrow timothée" i smiled and walked out.after that, it was kind of a blur. i hate myself.
at work i had the biggest headache, good work annie, dumb bitch.
"annie, i am so excited are you excited" dion exclaimed
"yes! i am of course" next week, all of us are flying to france for the rest of the filming, to be completely honest i kind of forgot but i was obviously very very excited.authors note
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The Assistant - timothée chalamet
Fanfictionis it better for a relationship to be built on lies, or to have no relationship at all?