from @timmy1tim tumblr
tw: fluff, mentions of sex
"tell me all the things that make you feel at ease"
you're both in the kitchen
you're standing behind the counter attempting to bake while timothée stands behind you.
his chin resting on the top of your head with his arms draped around you as he tries to distract you.
"(y/n), why're you baking." he whines, burying his head in the crook of your neck.
"goddamn, i don't know timmy, i feel like it i guess," you chuckle entangling your fingers in his hair.
"if you're bored, there are other things we can do," he teases.
"like what, have sex?", you say sarcastically.
he moved his hands to your waist tracing them across you skin playfully.
"nope not happening, this isn't going to work," you laugh.
he responds by kissing your neck gently, before grazing his lips over your sweet spot.
you pause for a minute, pretending to appear nonchalant by rolling your eyes at him, trying not to succumb to him.
he starts peppering kisses across your shoulders and chest, quickly biting your earlobe before continuing, his lips rough, and hungry. ne e d y. l u s t f u l.
you close your eyes as your breath hitches, you can feel his lips curve into a smile against your skin. s a t i s f i e d. he had gotten exactly what he wanted.
you turned to face him. f r a z z e l e d. f r u s t r a t e d.
'fuck," you whispered before giving in.
