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Academy Attraction | Timothée Chalamet x Reader

Pairing: timothée chalamet x actress!reader

Word Count: 8.7k

Summary: it’s the oscar’s and once timothée and y/n spot each other on the red carpet, their attraction to each other is visibly undeniable, leading to a night full of awards in more ways than one

Warnings: swearing, brief 'spice' towards the end

Masterlist | Ask/Tell/Request

A/N: ok I just wanna start by saying yes I realize the oscar’s was literal months ago LMAO, I swear I started writing this a day after it happened, I’ve just been struggling through it. I kept thinking about him at the ceremony and daydreaming about walking the red carpet with him, so I figured I might as well make it into a fic and spin it into something more. it honestly didn’t turn out how I hoped, I kinda hate it but it's whatever!

also just a quick little psa: I couldn’t find a dress that I really liked for the fic that fit my vision and was high-end, so sorry there’s no visual besides my description! I liked a lot of Dior’s ball gowns so I just chose them as the designer for the night as well. I hope you enjoy and lmk what you think! :)

Your heart is beating so rapidly against your rib cage, you’re sure the sound of it is loud enough for your assistant to hear; even amidst the chaos surrounding you two.

It doesn’t matter how long you’ve been an actress or how many of these events you go to, you will never not be nervous. When you’re acting it’s easy to embody someone else, to pretend you’re someone you’re not. But when it comes to events like this, like the Oscar’s, there’s really no pretending. Everything you say, do, and wear is solely you. There’s not very many places to hide or take a breath when you’re constantly surrounded by cameras and people anticipating your every move.

A hand reaches out and grasps your arm lightly. You jump a little at the sudden contact, having been stuck in your head, and your assistant, Lilah, gives you a sympathetic smile.

“You’re up next, Y/N. Do you need a moment? I can tell the next group they can go ahead of you if you’d like?” She says. Your heart swells a little at her words. This happens almost every time you have an event and yet she still handles it with care and patience. You’re so grateful to have her on your team and most importantly as a friend.

“No, that’s okay. Thank you, though. This always happens but I always make it out on the other side. I’ll be okay.” You give Lilah a firm nod, but it’s more to assure yourself than it is her.

“That’s right. Seriously, you’ve worked so hard to be where you’re at right now in your career. I mean look at you, you’re at the Oscar’s! And in one of the most drop dead gorgeous gowns I’ve ever laid my eyes on. You deserve this, so go out there and enjoy it! I’ll be right behind you.” She reaches out and gives your hand a squeeze which you gladly return, also giving her a smile.

You face forward and take a breath before stepping onto the red carpet. Lights immediately start flashing before you, but you do your best to react accordingly and enjoy it as much as possible. Your assistant is right, you’ve worked so hard these past few years and you won’t let some event jitters deter you from enjoying everything that comes with being a successful actress. Well, almost everything.

“Y/N! Over here, Y/N!” One of the photographers call from somewhere on your left, so you move your body a bit so they can get some shots of you. You smile and make sure to stand up straight as you take the time to look in every direction.

Even though it can be severely overwhelming, red carpets aren’t all that bad once you get the hang of it and just let yourself have some fun.

Placing one hand on your hip, you use the other to spread out your dress a bit. It’s incredible and has to be one of your favorites you’ve ever gotten the honor to wear. It’s a black ball gown with off the shoulder sleeves and is covered in jewels in perfect places that shine at just the right angle. It’s made of silk and tulle and other fabrics that somehow are still soft to the touch. It hugs your chest and curves in all the right spots, leaving you feeling confident and beautiful. This dress is everything you’ve dreamed of and more and is absolutely perfect for the occasion.

“Y/N, to your right! You look stunning!” Another photographer calls out and you can’t help the small giggle that passes your lips as you turn to the right. After you think you’ve given the photographer enough time to take some photos, you start to move towards the middle of the carpet.

“Look right here in the middle, Y/N! How about a kiss for the camera?” You hear someone yell and you fight the urge to roll your eyes. That’s paparazzi for you, always barking orders and wanting more than just a smile. At least it’s an innocent request, or so you hope.

“Sure, but only if you say please,” you tease. Why not have a little fun with it?

“Awh, c’mon, please?” The photographer yells back and you can hear the joking way he’s begging in his voice.

You just shake your head and laugh before deciding to give him what he wants. Bringing your hand up to your lips, you kiss your fingertips before laying out your hand and blowing the kiss towards the dozens of cameras before you.

There’s some cheers that echo around the crowd and more compliments get thrown at you as the flashes and clicks of cameras continue to surround you.

*****

At the end of the carpet, Timothée Chalamet stands with his assistant, Callie, as he prepares to take part in numerous interviews before heading into the theater.

The night had been going fantastic so far. Timothée was getting to catch up with so many of his fellow costars from Dune and other peers as he made his way through the event. He had missed stuff like this and is so happy to be here.

As Timothée tries to decide where to head next, he hears his assistant call his name. He turns and notices she’s discreetly pointing towards someone on the carpet.

“Look, Y/N is here!” She exclaims. Timothée’s eyes immediately dart back to the red carpet, the place he was just taking pictures not long ago, and finds you instantly.

“God, she’s gorgeous,” he whispers as he takes in your figure.

There you are, dressed in black, wearing a dress that matches his own outfit quite well. You’re currently blowing a kiss to the cameras and Timothée can’t help but grin at the sight.

He watches as you laugh and continue to smile for the cameras. He’s known you long enough to know you must be nervous, but no one would ever be able to tell by the way you’re holding yourself so graciously.

Callie leans in close to Timothée’s ear so no one can see or hear what she’s saying. “You should go over there! I’m telling you, T, she’s just as head over heels for you as you are for her. I know how much you care for her and it’s obvious how much she cares for you too. You two lovebirds need to just get together already!”

The brunette boy can feel the heat on his cheeks instantly and he prays it’s not noticeable. It’s true what his assistant is saying, Timothée has been in love with you for almost as long as he’s known you and he cares for you deeply. He’s just never done anything about it because he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable if you didn’t feel the same and risk losing the wonderful friendship you have. He finds it hard to believe you feel the same way, though. He’s never noticed any hints that you might reciprocate his feelings, but then again he never was good at noticing things like that…

“You really think so? I mean is it that obvious?” He asks.

“Yes and yes. Just trust me on this, and if nothing else at least you’ll have a good time with one of your dear friends. Now go!” Callie laughs before lightly pushing Timothée forward. The guy is one hell of an actor, but give him the signal to go after a girl and he crumbles. You gotta love him though.

Timothée takes several steps forward and he watches as you begin to turn, ready to make your way down the rest of the carpet. As if sensing his presence, your head tilts up and your eyes immediately lock with his.

*****

“Timothée!” You cry out, somehow still surprised to see him even though you knew he’d be here somewhere.

Grabbing the front of your dress, you hurry as best you can to meet up with him. Timothée meets you more than halfway so the both of you stop at the last section of the carpet.

As soon as you meet, the curly haired boy is engulfing you in his arms and hugging you tightly. You hug him back and smile at his warm embrace and captivating scent that instantly fills the air around you. You’re not sure what cologne he’s wearing, but you swear you would bathe in it that’s how good it smells.

The two of you part and Timothée takes your hands in his, spreading them out between you both and giving you a once over. The way his eyes darken as they rake up and down your body causes a warm sensation to start to pool in your belly, and you suddenly feel flustered.

“You look incredible, Ms. Y/L/N,” he says before giving you a smile.

“I could say the same about you, Mr. Chalamet,” you reply. In a swift motion you take in Timothée and all his glory. Of course he looks stunning, per usual. The thing that sticks out most to you is his lack of a shirt. He’s never quite worn something like this before, but god do you hope he continues to do it.

His milky skin contrasts perfectly with his dark clothing and silver jewelry. His jacket and pants cover enough of him, but also leave little to the imagination as you take in the toned dips on his stomach. It takes everything in you not to stand there with your mouth hanging open.

Some yelling is heard and at once you’re brought back to reality and the fact you’re standing on the red carpet still. You look back towards the photographers and notice how they all swarm to the side you and Timothée are at. It’s as if everyone wants a picture of the two of you together.

“Mind if I join you on your last stretch of the carpet?”

“Not at all.”

The both of you turn towards the cameras and a slight chill runs up your spine as you feel Timothée’s hand lay gently on your back. Not too low and not too high, always the gentleman.

You wrap your right arm around Timothée’s waist but are left questioning where to put your left hand. You’d typically place it against his chest, always posing like that with him, but you’re unsure if his lack of a shirt would cause him to feel uncomfortable at the touch.

Deciding to go for it anyways, you hesitantly reach up and let your fingers graze across his soft skin.

“Is this okay?” You question, ready to take your hand back the minute he shows any sign of discomfort.

“It’s perfect,” he replies, looking down at you and giving you a slight nod of approval, knowing exactly what you were thinking.

Unbeknownst to you, Timothée is more than okay with the situation at hand. Although the two of you always pose like this together, this time it is very different. This time there’s hardly any fabric separating the warmth of your fingertips against the skin of Timothée’s chest. Heat radiates through his body and all he wants to do is find out how your hands would feel against the rest of him.

Timothée quickly rids his mind of any further thoughts.

The flashing lights and sounds of shutter clicks seem to multiply as you and Timothée pose together. Photographers’ voices grow louder as each one cries out for the two of you to look in their direction. It always gets a little bit more hectic when you pose with a fellow actor or actress, especially with Timothée, but this time it seems more intense.

Over the past few years both you and Timothée have gained more success and recognition. You’ve become icons in the film world and are seen as rising stars who are sure to leave a mark on the industry for many years to come. You’re fan favorites and are currently the “it” people in Hollywood. It’s been a lot to take on but it’s all either of you has dreamed about. It’s wonderful but can sure be pretty scary, especially in situations like this.

Your pulse starts to quicken once more and Timothée can feel the way you stiffen under his touch at the sudden intensity. Trying his best to calm you and to let you know you’re okay, he lightly presses his thumb into your back and rubs tiny circles against it.

Feeling Timothée rub circles in your back allows you to feel more at ease and let your body relax into his touch. He always knows just what to do in every situation. It’s one of the many reasons you love him so much.

The thought scares you, but it’s true. You’re not quite sure when your feelings for him changed, but a part of you believes you’ve felt this way since the day you met him. You’re constantly being told Timothée feels the same about you, but he’s never done anything to show that’s true. You could always make the first move but you’re too afraid your intel has been wrong and all it’ll do is mess up your friendship.

At the end of the day you’d rather have Timothée as a friend than not have him in your life at all, so your romantic feelings stay where they are; hidden away.

A short time passes so you turn to look back at your assistant, knowing it’s probably time to move along. These things always go pretty fast to keep everything in order.

Lilah nods her head at you, a tell tale sign you’re good to go, and then gives you a quick wink that leaves you feeling flushed. She knows how much you love Timothée and you just know she’s gonna tease you about this later.

“Shall we, mon chéri?” Timothée says as you turn back to him. You watch as his eyes flicker down and you follow his gaze to see he has his hand stretched out before you, offering it for you to hold. You do your best not to melt right here on the red carpet.

“We shall,” you grin, before accepting Timothée’s hand and allowing him to lead you away from the heard of photographers.

As the both of you step out onto the rest of the carpet, the area with countless reporters ready to interview you, you can’t help but to bask in the moment.

Although suffering from nerves just a short time ago, currently you feel at ease. You know it has everything to do with Timothée by your side. His hand is warm and soft against your own and his presence is helping the hectic atmosphere feel calm. No matter what happens tonight you know you’re going to have a wonderful time spending it with him, if that’s what he wishes to do as well.

Timothée begins to lead you over to a small group of interviewers, but before you get far you take a quick glance at Lilah. You notice she’s met up with Timothée’s assistant and it’s clear they’re up to something with the way they keep giggling and looking over at you and Timothée.

They’ve known each other for as long as you and Timothée have been friends, and something tells you they each know a lot more than they let on to you and your brunette companion. You find yourself desperately wanting to know what’s going on, but your attention is taken away from them and brought to the girl in front of you.

“Hi! My name’s Emily, it’s so nice to meet you both!” The girl is in a red dress and has long dark hair. She has a microphone with a TikTok logo on it and you immediately recognize her as the girl who does those mock celebrity videos.

“Hey! Nice to meet you too, I love your videos!” you tell her, and Emily’s smile instantly broadens.

“Oh wow, thank you so much!”

“Yeah, of course!” you return her smile and can tell how genuine she seems. This whole thing must be very exciting and full circle for her.

“Well you both look incredible so I have to ask; Who are you wearing?” Emily holds out her microphone and you let go of Timothée’s hand, knowing how animated he is when he speaks.

Timothée goes to start talking but then takes a second to look over at you.

“You or me first?” He asks with a smile and you just shake your head in return, knowing how pumped he is to be here and to be doing interviews like this.

“Go ahead, it’s all yours,” you laugh and Timothée chuckles before turning back towards Emily.

“A Louis Vuitton moment,” he answers while pulling on his jacket a little. Emily’s partner makes a comment about Timothée’s lack of a shirt and how he tried to do it too and it ends in the four of you laughing. Emily brings the microphone back towards you and you step forward a little to answer her.

“I’m wearing Dior and I absolutely love it,” you grasp a part of the dress and bring it out a little, admiring the way it flows and lays so effortlessly. “I’m so grateful to be wearing it tonight.”

“You look so stunning in it. And it looks like you and Timothée are even matching a bit!” Emily points out the similarities in yours and Timothée’s outfits and once again you find yourself admiring the man beside you.

“We are, aren’t we!” Timothée replies as he looks over your dress once more. He can’t get over how gorgeous you look. “She truly looks so beautiful.”

The two interviewers “awh” at Timothée’s remark and you feel your heart flutter in response. He’s so beyond sweet.

You thank Timothée and the interview continues. Emily and her partner go back and forth with questions about yours and Timothée’s recent projects, especially the ones nominated for awards tonight. Both of your films are up for technical awards, so neither you nor Timothée will be walking home with a personal trophy, but you’re both rooting for your respective films to win in their categories.

A few jokes are cracked here and there and you all appear to be enjoying each other’s presence. It’s a nice change from the typical grilling questions interviewers ask, such as info on your love life and other private information. You’re grateful for interviewers like these and constantly wish there was more like them.

“So besides the films you starred in, are there any others you’re rooting for tonight?”

“Honestly there’s so many wonderful nominees! All of the films that have come out this past year have been incredible. Some of my favorites that are nominated have to be Encanto, West Side story, and then Dune of course!” You glance over at Timothée and give him a small smile. “But truly every film nominated deserves to win and I can’t wait to see what happens. I’m sure it’ll be a great night.”

Emily nods her head and then moves the mic over to Timothée.

“I’m gonna have to agree with, Y/N. There’s so many great nominees, it’s hard to pick a few. Anyone who wins honestly deserves it, and wins or not for Dune I’m happy to be here. It’s the Oscar’s, it’s great!”

“And we’re so happy to have you both as well! Thank you guys so much for taking the time to chat with us, it’s been so good to talk with you! Will you be spending the rest of the evening together or did you just happen to run into each other?” Emily looks questioningly between you and Timothée and you find yourself unsure of what to say. You did technically just run into each other, but you are kind of hoping to spend the rest of the night with Timothée as well.

Before you get the chance to make up your mind about what to say, Timothée takes initiative and begins to answer Emily’s question.

“We did just happen to run into each other, but if Y/N doesn’t mind, I’d love to spend the evening with her.” Timothée looks over at you fondly, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips, and you feel the butterflies return to your stomach instantly.

“I don’t mind at all. It’d be an honor to spend the evening with you,” you reply and you watch as Timothée’s coy smile turns into a full on grin.

“Wonderful! I hope you guys have a great rest of your night and thank you again!” Emily smiles at the both of you before reaching out to shake your hand.

“No problem! And thank you, you guys as well!” You smile, taking her hand for a moment and then taking her co-host’s as well. Timothée says his goodbyes and gives his gratitude and then the two of you are off.

The further you step into the event the more excitement that surrounds you. Fellow actors and actresses are scattered around the carpet, fans line the barricades surrounding the area, and interviewers are stationed all around to get the next best story.

You’re immediately drawn to the fans, always ready to greet them and interact with them. It’s the least you can do considering they’re a big part of the reason you’re here today. You wholeheartedly believe you’d be nowhere without them.

“I’m gonna go say hi to some of the fans before going for another interview, meet back up in a bit?” You say to Timothée as you go to start making your way to the barricades.

“Yeah, definitely! I’m gonna head further down, but I’ll come find you.” Timothée gives you a slight wave before making his way further down the carpet, seeming to catch up with fans who were unable to get any closer.

Light squeals of excitement fill your ears as you reach the large group of fans in front of you. Somehow your smile gets even bigger as you get closer, their happiness consuming you in the best way possible.

“Hey, everyone!” A chorus of “hi”s and “hello”s are heard before the requests for pictures and hugs take over. You happily oblige to pretty much all of them, while also not wanting to take up too much time. The ceremony would be starting soon.

As you reach the final people of the group before you, one of the girls steps forward and begins to speak. “Y/N, I just have to ask. Are you and Timothée dating?”

The question takes you by surprise, especially as other fans start chiming in with their interest as well.

“No, we’re just great friends,” you answer. The fans appear to look a little disappointed, and some even confused.

“That’s unfortunate. You guys are so cute together!” The same fan says and some of the people around her nod their heads in agreement.

“You guys really think so?” You chuckle a bit at their antics, intrigued with why they believe that.

“Yeah!” Another fan calls out and he shakes his head in disbelief. “I mean, have you seen the way he looks at you? That man is so in love, I swear! Y/N, you have to see this video of Timothée when he saw you arrived. And don’t even get me started on the pictures from the carpet!” There’s some giggles throughout the crowd and lots of terms of agreement.

Wait, what? What are they talking about? You think as you start to see a couple of the fans begin to scroll through their phones. One of the fans is about to hand their phone to you when suddenly loud shrieks break out amongst the crowd, and a hand is placed on your back.

Looking up, you notice Timothée has made his way back to you. His green eyes sparkling as he looks into your own.

“Hey, Callie said we should go do some quick interviews and head inside, they’re already about to start apparently.”

“Oh, okay,” you reply. You didn’t realize how long it had already been since you got here, you definitely need to hurry so you don’t miss anything.

Looking back towards the fan who was about to hand you their phone, you give them a small smile and a knowing look. It’s not like you can look at the video and photos now, not with Timothée literally right next to you.

“Just go on twitter when you get a chance,” They lean in a little closer so Timothée won’t hear, he’s started taking pictures with the fans anyways so you figure it’s alright. “You guys are trending! It’s adorable and it’s clear he cares a lot for you. I hope it works out for the two of you!”

A small smile forms on your face at the sweet words. You tell the fan “thank you” before saying your goodbyes. Timothée blows some kisses at the fans and they go nuts for it, he laughs before turning around and once again taking your hand in his. You could definitely get used to this feeling.

As if it’s a race against the clock, you and Timothée go through the rest of your interviews rapidly. A majority of the questions are ones you’ve answered countless times already, but it’s all worth repeating as many times as needed due to the honor it is to be here tonight.

Making your way through the crowd and into the theater, you marvel at everything from people’s outfits to the architecture and decor around you. It’s so ravishing, and that starstruck feeling you get every time you come to these events consumes you wholly.

Reaching your assigned seats, you smile as Timothée holds onto you as you settle into your chair and fix your dress so it’s spread evenly around you. He waits until you’re settled before taking his own seat and reveling in his surroundings.

“God, I’ll never get used to being at these things. I used to watch them on tv as a kid and to think I’m being invited to them now is insane!” Timothée sighs as he leans back into his chair.

“I couldn’t agree more, every time I get an invite it’s like the first time all over again. It’s so surreal.”

The brunette turns towards you and his eyes immediately fill with a look of fondness. He watches as you scan the room and inspect every person and detail, trying to soak up everything. It’s so obvious how grateful and proud you are to be here, to see how much your hard work has payed off.

Timothée loves the fact that no matter what happens, no matter how much more famous you get, you never stop being grateful and appreciative of where you are today. Your humbleness and strive to always stay grounded is so inspiring to him and he finds you’re both alike in that aspect. Having someone with the same values as him is something he cherishes in an industry where people can become so clouded by the fame. He’s grateful to have you as someone to turn to, to talk to, and to be close to. Timothée truly doesn’t know where he’d be without you.

Adjusting in your seat, you turn and notice the way Timothée is staring at you.

“What?” You can’t help but to giggle, feeling slightly nervous and giddy over his gaze.

“Nothing, I just missed you is all.”

Your heart swells at his words and you fight the urge to jump up and engulf him in a hug. Timothée never fails to make you feel like you’re the most important person in the world to him every single time you’re together.

“I missed you too, Tim,” you reply softly. The two of you continue look at each other, a feeling you can’t quite describe lingering in the air between you. You notice Timothée’s brows furrow as if he’s contemplating something. He goes to speak but suddenly the lights are flickering, a sign the show is about to begin.

Timothée faces forward towards the stage, but you’d give anything to have just a few more moments with him, to find out what it is he was going to say.

*****

The night goes on as expected, with a few surprises of course. Both yours and Timothée’s films each won at least one award in their technical categories, and you couldn’t be happier. Everyone involved in each film worked so hard and you both feel very lucky to have been a part of such major pictures.

About midway through the show Timothée is called up in a bit involving eligible bachelors in Hollywood. Whilst Timothée is up there playing along, he can’t help but to wish he wasn’t.

As he stands on that stage, he can’t keep his eyes off you. The actor can’t help but to think of his feelings for you, think of the time he’s wasted by not taking his shot. Although he doesn’t mind being involved in corny jokes, he doesn’t want to be known as the single kid. Timothée wants to be your boyfriend, he wants to be the one by your side in everything, he wants to be the man you deserve and so much more.

When he takes his seat again, Timothée feels like he has a fire lit under him. He wants to get up right here and now and tell you exactly how he feels, but he can’t, not during the middle of one of the biggest nights in television.

Throughout the rest of the show, you steal glances at your longtime friend and can’t help but to notice his sudden change in demeanor. You hadn’t been able to speak much as the show was happening, but he certainly looks like he’d rather be anywhere but here right now.

Racking your mind over everything that has happened so far tonight, you try to pinpoint why Timothée would suddenly seem so uncomfortable. Was it something you did? Did the single joke offend him? Does it have something to do with what he was going to say before the show started?

As if you hadn’t experienced enough anxiety tonight, now your thoughts are racing over what’s going on with your curly-haired friend.

Trying to concentrate on the ceremony happening before you, you do your best to push thoughts of Timothée out of your mind. It comes easier than expected as an incredibly unexpected event takes place. As jokes begin to fly, so do hands and you watch in bewilderment as people around you begin to whisper and staff begin to hastily try to diffuse the situation.

For Timothée, it’s as if nothing out of the ordinary is happening. He’s so concentrated on confessing his love to you whilst also trying to conserve your friendship, that it doesn’t even phase him. He doesn’t know how in the world he’s going to be able to do this, or if you’ll even feel the same, but he’d be dumb not to let you know how he really feels after all this time.

Looking over, you try and see if you can get Timothée’s reaction to everything, but he still looks like he’s trying to get out of here as soon as possible. This isn’t like him and is definitely different than the man you caught up with back on the red carpet. Something’s up, you’re just not sure what.

*****

After what seems like a hundred more announcements and acceptance speeches, the show finally comes to an end. During commercial breaks you tried your best to try and talk to Timothée, but either one of your colleagues would come and strike up a conversation with you, or you’d chicken out for fear of what he might say.

At this point, the night is definitely taking a turn and you’re not so sure it’s for the better.

People start filing out of the auditorium and before you even get the chance to start standing up, the lanky man next to you darts up from his chair and immediately turns towards you.

“Hey, let’s go somewhere private, I want to talk to you about something.” The way your stomach drops at Timothée’s words is a feeling you’ve never felt before. The tone of his voice and eagerness in his demeanor is extremely unsettling and to say you’re slightly terrified of what’s to come is an understatement.

“Yeah, sure, okay,” you reply weakly. The way the two of you went from being close and sentimental earlier, to whatever it is you are now is insanely shocking. As Timothée leads you through the sea of people, you continue to rack your brain to find anything that might’ve caused this. Everything was fine up until the show started. Sure he said he missed you but that’s what friends do when they haven’t seen each other in a while.

Nothing is adding up and nothing makes sense. You just wanted an evening with one of your best friends and it’s turned into a night of chaos and confusion.

Suddenly you’re snapped out of your thoughts as a hand grabs onto your wrist and you start to be lightly dragged down a hallway and into a small alcove. You look up and watch as Timothée scans the area before settling himself in front of you. There’s not many people over here, so the fact he’s secluded you both in this hidden area is slightly alarming.

“I don’t really know how to say this and I’m scared it’s going to ruin our friendship but I’m gonna say it anyway because it’s been on my mind and I’ve been wanting to tell you for a while now.” Running a hand through his hair, Timothée takes a breath before continuing. “I love you, Y/N. And not in the way a friend loves a friend. Not in the way we say it to each other all the time. I am in love with you and I have been for a long time if I’m being honest. There’s no one else in the world who makes me feel as happy and understood as you do, and I’d give anything to be the one you fall asleep and wake up to every day. You’re my absolute best friend and there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you. I’m tired of hiding the way I feel or being scared of what’s going to happen. To tell the truth I’m terrified right now but it’s worth it for you. No matter what you say or do when I finally stop rambling I want you to know I’ll always be here for you and I’ll always love you, Y/N.”

To say you’re speechless would be an understatement. Here you are thinking something horrible is happening between you two, only to find out the man you’re in love with feels the exact same way you do.

“Timothée…” You don’t even know where to begin, how to express that you feel completely and utterly the same about him. Your silence and shocked expression must send the wrong message because Timothée immediately starts to look timid and his eyes are anywhere but on your own.

“Shit, I-I’m sorry. Maybe I shouldn’t have said that and put you on the spot. We just got out of an award ceremony and I know everyone’s emotions are out of whack right now and-“ He continues to ramble and you can’t help the laugh that escapes your lips at the sight of him. The sound stops Tim’s rambling and a smile he can’t help forms on his face due to the sound.

“Timothée, I love you too.” The boy’s eyes go wide and you smile before continuing, “And not in the way a friend loves a friend.” You chuckle and Timothée’s cheeks heat up slightly at your teasing.

“Really?”

“Yes, really. Just like you I have for a long time. I was scared to tell you or to make a move because I didn’t wanna lose you or make things awkward between us. I should’ve listened to Lilah when she told me she knew you felt the same about me.” You lightly shake your head, to think you could’ve probably been with Timothée by now if you just would’ve trusted your assistant.

“Wait, Lilah said that? Callie told me you felt the same about me too, I just figured she was always wrong.” The two of you sigh and lightly roll your eyes. Guess you were right about Lilah and Callie both knowing more than they lead on, they were so scheming.

“We’re so bad at this aren’t we?” You ask and Timothée nods his head and shrugs.

“We definitely are.” You and Timothée both start laughing and a sudden weight seems to lift itself off both of your guys’ shoulders. To know the one you love with your whole heart feels the same sure is a good feeling.

A silence settles over the both of you. The noise of fellow actors and actresses bustling out of the theater and onto the streets of Los Angeles becoming mere background noise.

You watch at Timothée’s eyes scan your face. It’s as if he’s taking in every detail, never wanting to forget a single thing about you.

“I wanna kiss you so bad right now,” Timothée whispers and the sound sends a chill throughout your body.

“Then kiss me,” you reply in a hushed tone. The green eyes in front of you darken to emerald, and your back presses flat against the wall behind you as Timothée steps forward, enclosing you in the alcove you’re hidden in.

Reaching a hand up to cup your face, Timothée wastes no time in connecting his lips with yours. You know it’s cliché but you swear the feeling sends sparks throughout your body instantly.

A hunger that has been trapped for way too long consumes both you and the brunette. You grasp the front of Timothée’s jacket and bring him even closer to you somehow, your bodies flush against each other.

Timothée nibbles lightly at your bottom lip and the feeling drives you crazy. His other hand is on your waist, and even through the layers of fabric in your dress you can feel the heat radiating from his hand into your hip.

“Let’s go back to my hotel.” The actor’s voice is rich with lust and the sound has your head spinning. There’s nothing more you’d rather do but…

“What about the after party? We have to go to that outfit change and-“

“Fuck the after party,” You meet Timothée’s gaze and the heat in your belly immediately intensifies. “Right now all I want is you.”

Heart beating a million times faster, you nod your head and don’t even think twice before following Timothée out of the alcove and outside to try and get to the car. The temperature has gone down slightly since you were outside earlier, but it does nothing to calm your burning skin, still tingling from the feeling of the man on you mere seconds ago.

There’s still a lot of people outside the venue; attendees waiting on their rides, fans trying to get a last glimpse at their favorite movie stars, and paparazzi wanting even more pictures than they got earlier.

You look around and somehow spot Lilah in the crowd. Thinking back to when you were getting ready, you remember her saying she’d wait for you after the Oscars, not wanting you to be alone after everything. Little did she know the plans you’d end up having.

Glancing at Timothée, you take note of the fact he’s still on the phone. His tone is rushed, yet polite. You can tell he’s itching to get out of here as much as you are. Timothée himself doesn’t even know how he’s still making any sense on the phone, his only thoughts being of you and wanting to take off your dress as quick as possible.

“Lilah!” You call out. Luckily your assistant is somehow able to hear you over the bustle of everything. She spots you and makes her way towards you.

“Hey! How’d everything go?” Her eyes flick towards Timothée and you see the small smirk that plays on her lips.

“You mean the Oscar’s or with Timothée?” You tease and Lilah blushes.

“Both?”

“Incredible!” You squeal. It takes everything in you not to jump up and down thinking about what’s happened between you and Timothée in the span of the last ten minutes.

“Yes! I knew it!” Lilah lets nothing hold her back as she claps her hands and does a little shake.

“I see that now! Timothée and I were so clueless. We had no idea you and Callie were conspiring to try and get us together. We could’ve been a couple ages ago if we just would’ve put two and two together.”

“Hey we did our best, we figured you guys would’ve figured it out on your own. Apparently not as quick as we originally thought, though.” Lilah laughs and you do the same. “At least it all worked out. I only assume so anyways considering the way Timothée hasn’t taken his eyes off you since you came over here, and the fact it looks like he’s gonna jump your bones any second.”

“Lilah!” You gasp, feeling heat rush to your face.

“What! I’m just saying,” she winks. “I guess I don’t even have to ask if you’re coming to the after party? Seems you’ll be busy…”

“Okay, that’s it! I’m leaving!” You turn away from your assistant as she starts to crack up.

“Text me later, love you!” Lilah says in a sing song voice.

Shaking your head, you can’t help the smile that forms on your face. Calling over your shoulder you say, “I will, love you too!”

Making your way back to Timothée, you see exactly what Lilah was talking about. His eyes bore into you heavily and are filled with a look you’ve only ever dreamed he’d give you. Your knees nearly buckle as his hand comes up to your lower back and grips you firmly, turning you towards a car pulling up to the sidewalk.

There’s still a decent sized crowd surrounding you, so when you feel Timothée flush against your back and leaning in, you stiffen, heart pounding in your chest.

“I can’t wait to see what’s under that dress,” he whispers against your ear and your head nearly lulls backwards, goosebumps spreading across your body immediately.

The driver gets out of the car and opens the back door for you and Timothée. The brunette leaves your side, not giving you the option to reply. You follow him and he lets you into the car first before climbing in after you. The driver shuts the door and thus begins what feels like the longest car ride of your life.

*****

Even though it was silent the entire drive to Timothée’s hotel, you still feel as if you had a whole conversation. Timothée’s actions spoke much louder than any words he could’ve said. The looks he gave you, the slight touches when the car would jerk a certain way, the spread of his legs, and the twitches in his jaw. You practically jumped out of the car the moment it stopped in front of the hotel, wanting to get to his room as fast as possible.

Fans meet you at the entrance of the hotel, you do your best to keep your composure and not let on to anything. Thankfully, security rushes you inside, not wanting a frenzy to break out.

Once inside, you stop and suddenly realize you have no idea where to go. You’re staying at a different hotel than Timothée, you don’t even have a clue what floor he’s on.

Turning around to check with Timothée, you nearly smack into him as he appears right behind you. You basically feel the rumbling in his chest as he chuckles.

“This way, mon chéri.” Timothée’s hand is back on your lower back and the feeling of his hand combined with the sound of his nickname for you leaves you feeling dizzy. At this point, this man is going to make you pass out.

The ride in the elevator up to Timothée’s floor is just as silent as the car ride was. The only sound filling the space is that of your heavy breathing. When the elevator dings and the doors open, you feel butterflies fill your stomach. Excitement and nerves coursing your body at the idea of what’s going to happen once you reach the hotel room.

Sure being with Timothée intimately has crossed your mind before, but you never thought it’d actually happen. There's little time for your thoughts to spiral, as you've already reached your destination. Timothée opens the door and you're immediately rushed inside, the boy's hands circling your waist and then pushing you up against the door.

The brunette's lips connect with yours and you’re instantly intoxicated by his close proximity, scent, and feeling of his lips on yours. Your hands intertwine in his hair, pulling at the curls you've daydreamed about running your hands through for ages.

Timothée trails his hands up your back and begins to tug on the zipper of your dress. Your back arches as he slowly brings the zipper down, exposing your goosebump covered skin.

As soon as your dress is completely unzipped, you reach down and push on the flaps of Timothée's jacket, running your hands over his bare shoulders as the sleeves fall down his arms.

Stepping back, you let the Dior gown fall to the floor, leaving you in nothing but your underwear. Breathing deeply, Timothée takes all of you in, mesmerized by every inch of your body.

"You're so beautiful," he whispers, stepping forward and placing one hand lightly on your waist and the other on your cheek. You can't help but flush and begin to feel shy. His green eyes are piercing and it's as if he can see every imperfection, every insecurity. You trust him with every fiber of your being, yet you can't help the feeling, and you know he can tell. "Hey it's okay, it's just me. You don't have to hide from me."

Meeting his gaze, you can feel the sincerity in his words, can feel the genuine love in every touch as Timothée's hands trail your skin. "I love you," you breathe out.

"I love you, too." Timothée rushes forward and takes your lips between his again. Your bodies are flush against each other, closer than ever as skin meets skin. You can feel the coolness of the silver necklace around Timothée's neck as it falls in-between your breasts, but you don't mind one bit.

Timothée turns the both of you, guiding you backwards towards the large bed in the hotel room. His lips leave yours as he starts to kiss across your jaw and down your neck.

Your breathing becomes more rapid, your senses filled with nothing but Timothée and the feeling of his lips on your skin. You run your hands down the brunette's back, bringing them around to his lower abdomen and tracing the dips you couldn't stop staring at earlier.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this," Timothée says breathlessly.

"The feeling is mutual." You drop back onto the bed and Timothée wastes no time in following you, hovering over your exposed body. His fingers trace down your sides, stopping once they've reached the waistband of your underwear. Sliding them down your legs, he tosses them to the side before leaning down and hovering over you once more. You reach up and pull on his necklace, bringing him in close to you for a kiss.

You grasp Timothée's hair in your fingers again and let your hands follow his movements as his head begins to travel down your body. Timothée kisses as many parts of you that he can. He nips and sucks on your skin as he goes lower and lower until...

oh.

*****

The room is relatively quiet, only the sound of Timothée in the shower filling the large space. You had already taken one and are now comfortably wrapped up in the bedsheets as you wait for him to join you. Your muscles ache and you can already see small bruises forming around your body, but you couldn't care less. You wouldn't trade tonight for anything.

As you listen to the running water and small hums of different songs coming from Timothée, you reach over and grab your phone, remembering something from earlier.

Opening Twitter, you click the magnifying glass icon, eager to check the trending page. Countless other things occurred tonight, so you're sure even if you and Timothée were trending earlier in the evening, you wouldn't be now.

Scrolling down the page, you're surprised to see the two of you are still one of the top trends. Excitement and wonder fills you, you're eager to see if all those things the fans said earlier are true. Surely you would've noticed if Timothée was showing any signs of interest on the carpet, right?

Clicking on the tag, your phone is instantly flooded with thousands of tweets showcasing different pictures and videos of the two of you on the carpet. Clicking one of the top videos, you notice it's of Timothée and Callie. They seems to be saying something to each other before the camera moves and you pop up on the screen. It goes back to Timothée and you do your best to make out the words he's saying.

It looks as if he says, "God, she's gorgeous," and suddenly your stomach is full of those butterflies again. You watch as Timothée starts to walk towards you on the carpet, but then the video ends. You scroll through the replies and see a bunch of fans' comments, uttering their interpretations of what Tim said. Majority say the same as what you thought and it makes your heart swell to know Timothée's love and adoration is so evident. You can't believe you never realized it before.

Scrolling a little more you come across another video, this time of the two of you on the carpet together. You click it and watch as you turn to look back at Lilah. You study Timothée's movements and take in how his eyes shine as he looks at you, the way his smile gets a little bit deeper. You're not even looking at him in that moment but he still looks at you as if you were.

You watch as Timothée sticks out his hand for you and grin at the way your hand looks in his; perfect. Maybe it's all in your head, but it seems the fans weren't kidding earlier. Timothée really does wear his heart on his sleeve. You couldn't ask for anyone better, nor would you want to.

Timothée comes out of the bathroom and you take him in as he towel dries his hair. His jewelry is long gone, leaving him bare with nothing but a towel on. His skin glistens with the leftover water from the shower, and even being in such a simple state, Timothée is still the most beautiful guy you've ever seen.

It doesn't take long for Timothée to notice you staring. He smiles at you and quirks an eyebrow. "What is it?"

"Nothing, it's just, God, you're gorgeous," you smile. You're not sure if Timothée even knows you're copying his own statement about you, but it doesn't matter because you quickly find yourself wrapped in his arms, feeling his laughter shake in his chest as he gets shy over your words.

Lightly sighing, you take in this perfect moment, wanting to stay in it forever. Tonight was a whirlwind, it was full of glitz and glamour, gossip and drama, but most importantly it was full of love.

It may have taken longer than it should have for you and Timothée to get together, but you have each other now and that's all that really matters.

And to think it's all because of some academy attraction.

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penguinluvsu2015 · 10 months ago

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Sweet Girl

Anon requests:

Maybe some jealous Timmy? So excited you're writing again! Happy holidays!

Wordcount: 2.1K+

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Description: It's the last party before you and your friends go home for the holidays. All you want to do is drink and hang out with your friends and boyfriend. Too bad you are dating Kyle and he is in a mood.

A/N: I love love love Kyle. He is probably, after Wonka, my favorite to write for Timmy these days. Had a lot of fun writing this. It is the same Kyle and reader from Good Girl.

Warning: Christmas smut. Possessive Kyle. Jealous Kyle. Public sex. spanking, degrading. Praise kink.

You laughed along with your friends as you nursed your spiked hot chocolate. “And then what happened? Did everyone get up and clap?” You teased your friend Henry slapping his shoulder.

“Har har. You don’t have to believe me, but it did happen that way,” he laughed, wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

It was your friend’s annual Christmas party before you all went your separate ways for the holidays. All finals were finished, the campus was closed, and the alcohol was flowing all night long. It wasn’t often that you let loose and drink and party. But it was a special occasion.

“So where is your better half today?” Your roommate asked taking a seat on the other side of you.

You glanced around the room at her words with furrowed eyebrows. You arrived at the party with Kyle. His arm fused to your waist and your hand shoved into his back pocket. You two were always joined at the hip but after an hour of drinking with his bandmates you went to talk with your group of friends, but Kyle promised to join you soon.

You turned back to your friends. “I have no idea. He is probably playing his bass or taking his 10th smoke break,” you said with a shrug.

“You two are adorable,” Henry said. “I’m jealous. My girlfriend decided to go to Uni in New Zealand.” He complained.

“Ah you poor baby,” you said, grabbing his cheeks and smushing them together. “What will poor Henry do?” You teased.

Henry scoffed and pushed your hands away. “I am going to go to NZ for Christmas and New Year’s. And come back and complain to you guys.”

Your small group laughed at his comment. “Just don’t clap when the plane lands,” you said, drinking more of your hot chocolate when your roommate leaned closer to you.

“I found Kyle,” she whispered.

You followed her eyes to see Kyle leaning against the wall near the drink table. His arms were crossed over his chest, and he was pinning you to your seat with his dark green eyes.

You felt your heart beat up. The way it always did when you saw your boyfriend. You waved slightly but Kyle didn’t react. His band was standing around all talking animatedly but his focus was on you.

“I can’t tell if he wants to kiss you or eat you,” She teased knocking her shoulder against yours and pulling you out of your little staring contest.

Laughing slightly, you shrugged. “With Kyle, it’s hard to understand,” you said before standing up. “Excuse me.”

“Hey. We were about to play Mafia,” Someone shouted after you.

“Play without me,” you called over your shoulder as you made your way over to your boyfriend. “Hey, here you are,” you smiled, leaning against the wall next to him.

“Here I am,” he said in his low monotone voice. To anyone else, Kyle sounded like he always did. Half bored, but you could hear an edge in his tone.

“Something the matter?” You asked, blinking owlishly up at him.

He shifted his weight from one foot to the other and shrugged. “Nope.”

“Which is Kyle for yes. So, what’s wrong?” You whispered in case he didn’t want his bandmates to hear.

“Nothing. Go hang out with your friends,” he said shuffling once more.

You rolled your eyes. “It’s like pulling teeth with you,” you groaned grabbing his hand and leading him upstairs. You found an empty room and pushed him inside. “Okay. So are you going to continue to lie to my face or…”

Kyle chose to ignore you and set on the edge of the bed. He pulled out his pack of cigarettes and lit one up. You groaned again. Kyle was lucky you loved him and put up with his stubborn ass.

As you opened your mouth, Kyle spoke first. “So, Henry’s girlfriend is still in Australia?”

You furrowed your brows at the change of subject. “New Zealand. And yes, she will be there until she graduates. He’s going for the holidays.”

Kyle nodded nonchalantly leaning down on his elbows. “I bet you are going to miss him, hum?” He said cruelly.

You blinked at him, confused by his words. “Okay, what the hell is that supposed to mean? He’s my friend of course I’m going to miss him.”

“Really.” He said stressed uninterestedly.

“Okay. You are in a mood, and I am not going to let it ruin my night. I’ll go back to the dorms tonight. And talk to you in the morning,” you said in no mood for his crap.

“Okay. See you in the morning.” He said laying back completely on the bed. You stare at him for a moment; Waiting to see if he was going to say anything.

When it became clear he wasn’t, you scoffed and left going back downstairs to the party. You took your seat back between Henry and your roommate. “I need something strong to drink,” you announced.

“Trouble with the boyfriend?” Henry guessed.

“Nope. I just want to enjoy tonight. Our last time hanging out this year,” you said plucking his cup from his hands taking a swing only to cough as you tasted it.

“What the fuck is that?” You got out between coughs.

Your friends laughed. “Not something for lightweights,” they teased as you got up and went into the kitchen to raise your mouth out.

You swished water in your mouth a few times before spitting it out. Turning around you were startled by Kyle standing behind you. Close enough that your chest brushed his.

“Kyle I am not in the” Your words were cut off by Kyle shoving you against the sink and pressing his lips to yours.

You froze for a moment and Kyle used that opportunity to spin you around and bend you over the sink. “What are you doing?” You panted grabbing the sides of the sink so you didn’t go face-first into it.

“Reminding you who you belong to,” he scoffed, pulling your clothes down. You bit your lower lip.

“Anyone could come in, Kyle. Now here,” you complained.

“Good. I fucking want them to see. You’re my girl. My good girl, right?” He asked pulling your hair roughly.

You gasped nodding. “Yes. Yes. Always your good girl,” you replied.

“Then be good for me and take what I give you.” Kyle slapped your ass a few times. You moved pushing your ass into his hand. Kyle chuckled taking both of your ass cheeks and spreading them to look at your dripping cunt.

“You are dripping for me. I bet Henry couldn’t make you this fucking wet. This cunt only wants me. Only belong to me.”

“Is that your problem? You’re jealous?”

Kyle slapped your cunt roughly. You gasped and moaned out loud. “I didn’t ask you to speak. I thought you were my good girl.” He spanked your cunt again. Your hips stuttered and you bit your lip trying to hold back your moans.

“Oh, none of that,” he ordered. Kyle grabbed your jaw pulling your lip from between your teeth with his own teeth. “I fucking want everyone to hear you,” he ordered. “Do you understand me?”

“Yes. I’ll be good. I promise,” you whined pressing your thighs together. Your mind was blank of anything that wasn’t Kyle. You didn’t care about who heard you. You just needed his cock inside of you.

“That’s what I like to hear,” he smirked, kissing you roughly. You whimpered into his mouth. Your eyes fluttered as you submitted to Kyle and his demands.

Kyle pulled away from you and bent you back over the sink. He spread your legs and stroked his fingers along your slit. His fingers were soaked, and he groaned pushing three of them inside of you.

“Look at your greedy little cunt just sucking my fingers right in. Fuck always so hungry for me.” He thrust his fingers deeper, curling them just right to make you see stars. You moaned louder fucking back on his fingers.

“So, fucking slutty for me. Fuck.” He could listen to your whining and moaning for him all night long. His jeans tightened and your cunt fluttered around his fingers. “Close already? I haven’t even gotten my cock in you yet.”

“Please, Kyle. Fuck me. Let everyone hear who I belong to.” You begged looking over your shoulder at him. Your eyes were filled with tears and your bottom lip jutted out.

Kyle’s eyes closed for a moment as he growled. “You’ll be the death of me,” he said pulling his fingers out of your cunt. He quickly undid his pants and pulled them down enough to get his cock out.

He slapped his cock against your cunt which pulsed now that it was empty. Kyle dipped his cock teasingly into your cunt. You bucked against him, but he was quick to pull out. “Tell me, sweet girl. Who do you belong to? Whose cock are you aching for?”

“Y-ou. Kyle. Only you. Please,” croaked out. Your skin was on fire and blood was pumping loudly in your ears.

“I love it when you beg so prettily for me.” He pressed searing kisses to the back of your neck then he replaced his lips with his hand to keep you pinned to the sink. You whimpered and wiggled your hips in anticipation.

His cock lined up with your throbbing cunt and stop. You whined titling your back. No words could come out of your mouth besides whimpers and whines. He hadn’t even fucked you yet, but you were a mess.

“Remember, only I can have you like this. You need me, sweet girl.” He said before snapping his hips forward filling you completely. You gasped and your hands tightened on the sink.

“Fuck. Take my cock, sweet girl,” he snarled pulling back and thrusting back in. Kyle pumped his hips faster and deeper inside of you. His grip on your neck pulled you back with his thrust to make sure his cock never left you completely.

You were nearly screaming as he fucked you against the sink. He shoved his cock into your tight cunt over and over. “Do you like that? Like my cock making room for you. Molding your cunt to my cock?”

“Yes yes yes. Love it. My cunt is all yours. I’m yours, Kyle. I promise always.” You dropped your head and took deep breaths as he fucked all the air out of your body. Kyle never let up and tightened his grip on your neck and rutted into you quickly.

“Mine. You’re mine,” he growled as his cum painted the inside walls of your cunt. “Shit, take my cock,” he slapped into you harder, slapping your ass and forcing you over the edge. “Milk my cock like the good girl you are,” he ordered.

He let go of your neck and put his hands over yours on the sink and kept his hips locked against yours. You clenched around him, and your legs shook. “Your good girl,” you huffed.

Kyle slowly pulled out of you and turned you around. Your eyes were a bit unfocused, and Kyle took your face in his hands. “My sweet girl,” he smiled leaning down and pecking your lips. “You’re mine, correct?”

You nodded. “Yes. Yours.” You dropped your head on his shoulder. Kyle held you close and rubbed your back soothingly as you came down from your high. Kyle put you on the counter and dropped to his knees.

“No more,” you whimpered.

“I’m just going to clear you up. I have to take care of my good girl. Yeah? I always take care of you. Don’t I?”

You leaned back on your hands as Kyle spread your thighs and dipped his tongue inside your cunt. He moaned taking his time as he cleaned you up savoring the taste of you both on his tongue.

Your hips grind on his face and you moaned pathetically. Too tired and oversensitive to do anything else. Kyle kissed your clit and both of your thighs. He leaned back and stared up at you.

You lazily looked down at him. “You were so jealous,” you said, voice completely soft and broken.

Kyle shrugged getting to his feet and fixed your clothes. You pulled him closer and tucked his cock back into his pants. You put your head on his chest and puckered your lips.

“Does my needy girl need a kiss?” He teased. You whined and he took pity on you kissing you.

“I can’t believe you fucked me in someone’s kitchen,” you groaned when what you just did hit you.”

Kyle smirked. “Now everyone knows that you belong to me.” He grabbed your chin making you look at him.

“Yes. Yours. My jealous Kyle.” You said putting your hands in his back pocket and playfully squeezing his ass.

“Call me whatever you want as long as I’m yours and you’re mine.” He said, kiss you harshly.

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penguinluvsu2015 · 10 months ago

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I am really enjoying reading about the University of Wisconsin chancellor fired after the university discovered all the pornos he and his wife were making.

Generally when someone has a public sex scandal (or “scandal”) you get the standard “I am sorry. I regret it. It was a misjudgment on my part” but this guy is like “fuck you I didn’t do anything wrong. I didn’t violate conflict of interest clauses, you are violating my first amendment rights”

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I Miss You, I'm Sorry

Coriolanus Snow x Reader

Summary: Snow shows up in your room months after leaving you.

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: Some plot, smut (badly written smut), OOC Snow, no use of y/n, not proof read.

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51672160

A/N: Yes I know Snow is a terrible person but Tom Blyth is hot. Also do send in suggestions.

I found it hard to accept what lay before my eyes.

Shaking my head vigorously, I prayed that the scene unfolding in front of me was a mere figment of my exhausted imagination.

Despite rubbing my eyes intensely, causing white spots to dance across my vision, the unsettling sight remained unchanged.

A figure stood at the edge of my bed. Initially obscured by the dimness of the room, the moon's glow, seeping through my open curtains, gradually revealed the mysterious silhouette.

Assisted by the moon's gentle illumination, I caught a glimpse of his face. Even though half of it lingered in shadow, I instantly recognized him.

He's really here.

My lips parted, ready to voice the question that had haunted me for months. Yet, as I attempted to speak, my mouth turned dry, leaving the unspoken query lingering in the air—for now.

Instead, I gazed at him, my eyes fixed in anticipation, waiting, hoping for him to break the silence. But he remained as still as I was. I couldn't discern how much time slipped by; it might have been mere seconds, although it wouldn't surprise me if it had stretched into hours. That's how it always is with him—time warps, racing by in moments, swiftly moving forward—much like him.

Becoming weary of the silence, I muster the courage to speak up.

"Why are you here?" My question emerges strained, not as composed as I had intended.

There is a pause as he remains silent for a moment longer.

For the first time since I roused from sleep, he stirs, moving with a quiet but confident demeanor. The sound of his footsteps echoes loudly in my previously silent room.

Drawing closer, he's now just a few feet away from me. I sit upright in bed, extending my arm to the nightstand and switching on the soft, pale pink lamp. Bathed in its gentle glow, I can finally see him entirely; the darkness no longer conceals the features of his striking face.

His luscious golden-silver locks retain the beloved curls I've grown accustomed to, and his icy blue eyes pierce into mine with unwavering intensity. Patiently, I anticipate any utterance from him, yet he remains silent.

Becoming increasingly impatient, I exhale audibly, fixing him with as intense a gaze as I can muster. "Why are you here, Snow?" I notice a flicker of annoyance in his eyes at the use of his last name.

Observing him as he turns away, his gaze fixed out my window, looking out into the Capital.

"My parents will be back soon—" I start, Father and Mother had departed for a gala tonight. I could have joined them, but upon learning that Coriolanus Snow would attend, I couldn't bear the thought of seeing him. And now, here he is in my room—how ironic that turned out to be.

"Why didn't you come?" His sudden question catches me off guard, his blue eyes remained focused on the view outside.

I scoff in response. Finally, I muster the resolve to leave my bed, pushing the white covers aside. Standing squarely in front of him, I retort, "You've got some nerve, Snow."

He turns his gaze from the window to meet my eyes, his expression unreadable. There's a tense pause, the air thick with unspoken words hanging between us.

"I needed to talk to you," he finally admits, his voice soft yet carrying a hint of urgency.

"Talk to me? After everything?" I retort, incredulous. "You ended our relationship right after your Victor won and then vanished, and now you show up here uninvited?"

"I know," he murmurs, his gaze dropping momentarily before locking back onto mine. "But I had to see you. It couldn't wait any longer."

The sincerity in his voice causes a pang of conflicting emotions within me. Anger, hurt, and a trace of longing collide, making it hard to process his sudden appearance and apology.

"See me? For what?" I ask, my voice a mix of defiance and curiosity.

His hesitation is clear for me to see. "There's something you need to know. Something about that night—"

My mind races back to the last time we were together, the events clouded in confusion and heartache. His presence now, reopening old wounds, stirs a whirlwind of emotions.

"I'm not sure I want to hear anything from you," I admit, the hurt from the past resurfacing as a protective barrier.

"Please, just hear me out," he implores, his eyes pleading for understanding.

As much as I want to resist, a part of me yearns for closure, for answers to the questions that have lingered for too long. Reluctantly, I nod, signaling for him to continue.

He takes in a deep breath, as if fortifying himself for what he's about to disclose. I notice the tension in his shoulders, a stark contrast to the composed exterior he usually projects.

"That night—" His voice falters for a moment, "It wasn't what you think. I didn't want things to happen the way they did,"

I remain silent, listening, though skepticism clouds my thoughts. His words feel like a distant echo, stirring emotions I've tried to bury.

"There were circumstances... pressures I couldn't explain," he continues, his tone laced with regret. "I made mistakes, things I wish I could undo,"

A surge of frustration rises within me. "Mistakes? That's what you call it?" My voice wavers, a blend of anger and disbelief. "You vanished without a word. Left me wondering what I did wrong,"

He meets my gaze, his eyes reflecting desperation. "It was never about you. I needed to protect—"

"Protect?" I interrupt, a bitter laugh escaping me. "You don't get to play the protector now, Snow. You were the one who—"

"I know," he interjects, his voice raw with emotion. "I messed up. But please, let me explain."

His plea hangs in the air. Part of me wants to shut him out, to shield myself from the vulnerability his presence brings. Yet, another part longs for clarity.

"Fine," I relent, my voice quieter, resignation seeping in. "Explain,"

"I never wanted to leave you," he confesses, his voice filled with remorse. "But I got into trouble, a situation I couldn't avoid. It was about the Games, about Lucy Grey,”

My brows furrow in confusion. "Lucy Grey? What does she have to do with this?"

"I... I cheated," he admits, his voice barely above a whisper. "I manipulated the Games to ensure Lucy Grey's victory,"

The revelation hangs heavy in the air, shattering my understanding of the situation. The shock of his confession sends a jolt through me, leaving me speechless.

"Highbottom found out," he continues, his words laden with guilt. "He punished me for it. Threatened my future,"

I struggle to comprehend the enormity of his admission. The person I thought I knew feels like a stranger now, the truth unraveling before me.

"You cheated?" I repeat, my voice trembling with a mix of hurt and disbelief. Coriolanus had always been such a rule follower.

"I did," he confirms, his gaze fixed on the ground, unable to meet my eyes. "I was desperate, foolish. It was a mistake I can't undo."

"You left because of this?" I manage to voice, struggling to process the reality before me.

"Yes and no," he began, his voice tinged with hesitation. "Highbottom's punishment was for me to become a Peacekeeper. I left for District 12 right after I saw you that night," he confessed.

"You were in District 12?" I gasped, my hands reaching out involuntarily, grasping onto his. "I always knew Highbottom disliked you, but to send you to where those savages live..."

Coriolanus gently cupped my face. "I'm okay now," he assured me.

"Who else is aware of this?" I inquired.

"Tigris and Grandma'am," he responded.

"But I asked them about where you were—"

"I asked them not to tell you," he admitted. "I didn't want you to know where I was,"

We both stood silent.

"I missed you," Coriolanus confessed softly as he drew me closer, resting his forehead against mine.

"Why didn't you come see me sooner, then?" I inquired, a mix of confusion and longing in my voice.

"I wasn't sure if you'd still want me," he admitted, his voice laced with vulnerability. "I didn't know if you'd forgive me for everything,"

My heart ached at his words, the sincerity in his eyes breaking down the walls I had built. The torrent of emotions swirling within me made it hard to discern whether to pull away or embrace him tighter.

"I thought you didn't care," I whispered, the hurt seeping through my words.

"I cared more than anything," he murmured, his grip tightening as if afraid I might slip away. "But I was afraid of losing you for good,"

His words hung in the air and a wave of emotion surged within me. The longing, the hurt, and the desire for closure battled with the undeniable connection I still felt for him. In that moment, logic and reason faded away, and I yielded to the overwhelming pull of emotions.

Closing the gap between us, I closed my eyes and let instinct guide me. Our lips met in a tender, hesitant kiss, each movement slow and tender, a perfect balance between passion and restraint. My body trembled in anticipation and I pulled him closer, my arms wrapped around his neck as my fingers tangled into his hair.

He wrapped his arms around my waist and I felt the warmth emanating from his body, igniting sparks between us.

His tongue traced over my bottom lip and I eagerly parted my mouth allowing his entry. He took control, deepening the kiss and caressing every inch of my lips with his, causing shivers to run down my spine. A rush of sensation swept through me as we continued to explore each other's mouths, relishing in the feel of one another's warm bodies pressed tightly against each other.

The touch of his fingers against my hips brought chills to my skin and caused a burning fire to ignite beneath my flesh. His kisses became bolder and more forceful. As I moaned softly, he slipped his hand underneath the hem of my sweater and pressed a gentle palm across my lower abdomen, eliciting a sharp gasp from me. He continued his assault, moving his thumb along the side of my stomach toward the center of my breast.

My breath hitched as I arched against his touch, seeking his warmth. Unable to hold it in any longer, I buried my fingers in his light silken hair and tugged slightly. He paused briefly, his eyes locked on mine, their golden flecks shining brilliantly with lust.

I began pulling him towards my bed, wanting nothing more than to be in his arms again, and finally rid the torment plaguing my dreams of being abandoned by someone whom I trusted.

He followed my lead, his lips meeting mine once again and our kiss intensified until neither of us dared to breathe. We fell unconsciously onto my bed, my legs entwined beneath his, his body pressing against my own, his lips devouring mine, stealing my strength and senses.

"I missed you," he muttered against my lips, his hands tracing the curves of my body, his fingers grasping the hem of my sweater before pulling it off of me with ease, my nipples were already hardened by earlier touch and the cool air.

He placed soft kisses on my cheek and jawline and trailed down to my neck, his breath hot against my skin, making me shudder with pleasure. I reached out to trace my fingertips down his collarbone, relishing the sight of his strong biceps flexed beneath his dress shirt, the muscles taut, straining against the fabric.

His hand traveled further southward until it was firmly positioned against the curve of my breast, his thumb tracing the sensitive point.

I let out a choked moan, arching into his hand as he palmed my left breast, his touch driving waves of pleasure throughout my body. He continued to massage my nipple and gently squeezed the tight muscle. I moaned, arching upwards into his grasp, enjoying the sensation.

As I struggled to catch my breath, he stopped massaging my breast and moved his arm upward, running his fingers up my neck. When he reached the back of my earlobe, he nibbled the sensitive spot and sucked on it slightly.

I shivered at the unexpected action. His teeth grazed the delicate skin and an electrifying sensation coursed through my body. His tongue swirled around the lobe, sending shivers throughout my limbs.

A groan erupted from my chest and I gripped his shoulders, digging my nails into his flesh, trying to convey my need to experience more of him. He responded by taking both my wrists and pinning them above my head, his fingers sliding slowly down my forearm, brushing against the skin below the crook of my elbow. My breathing grew shallow as a rush of anticipation shot through me. He continued the path downward, until the tips of his fingers brushed against my hipbones.

Without warning, his hand retreated away and he moved himself out of my grasp, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it to the floor. Then, he leaned forward, capturing my lips in another heated kiss.

His hands slid down my body, grazing the soft material of my pants as they moved lower, his touch causing me to squirm beneath him. With one swift movement, he ripped off my pants and tossed them aside.

"Coryo," I breathed out. He looked at me with hunger, bending over me and pressing his lips on my chest. My fingers ran through his hair and I tilted my head back in ecstasy.

His tongue danced across my skin, sucking and licking at the sensitive area as he pushed against me, his clothed erection nudging the apex of my thighs.

"Coriolanus," I whimpered, my hips bucking upwards. His name seemed to have ignited something inside of me. Something primal, primitive. Something powerful. Something dangerous.

With a low growl, he pulled away suddenly and stood up, his large frame towering over me.

He undid the buttons of his trousers, throwing them and his boxers to the side. Once he was fully naked, he climbed back on top of me and stared intently into my eyes as he positioned himself over me.

"Please take me," I pleaded, arching my hips, needing more.

His gaze hardened as his mouth settled on the base of my neck, trailing wet kisses down the length of my throat.

His hands roamed across my torso, before traveling further down and stopping at the waistband of my panties. His thumb stroked the inside of my thigh and I tensed at the contact.

His fingers worked faster, tugging my panties off and leaving me completely exposed. Without another word, he lowered himself, his cock rubbing against my core for a moment before he repositioned himself. I gasped as my entire body shuddered at the sensation.

"Coriolanus," I uttered. I could feel myself growing wetter and wetter as my need became stronger. He slid a finger inside me, and a moan escaped me lips, the sensations of his penetration setting my body ablaze.

Another finger circled my clit causing a bolt of lightning to flash inside me. I moaned loudly.

"Shh," he whispered huskily as he inserted another finger and started thrusting, his movements fast and hard. My body writhed under him desperately trying to meet his rhythm.

"Please don't stop," I begged.

"Never," he murmured, pressing a kiss against my collarbone, his hot breath fanning across my skin.

"Make love to me," I whispered, clutching his muscular shoulders as the tension mounted inside of me.

"I will," he said. He slammed his fingers deeper into me, moving in a hurried pace.

As his movements increased in intensity, so did my body, and my orgasm rushed through me with such ferocity that my entire body shuddered with intense pleasure.

"Oh, Coriolanus," I cried out, arching into his touch and gripping the sheets beneath me.

His lips found mine again, and I couldn't help but lose myself in him. His kisses filled my mind with images and feelings. I had never imagined anything like this happening, or even thought about what would happen when he touched me again.

But now he was here in the Capital again.

He waited for my high to subside, "Do you still want to?" he asked, his blue eyes staring into mine.

I nodded with a small smile, "I'll always want to,"

He let out a smile before repositioning himself between my legs, pushing his shaft against the crease of my thighs, stretching my aching pussy open for him. He rubbed his tip across the sensitive entrance of my core. The heat of his touch instantly spread throughout my body. My breath hitched at the overwhelming feeling.

He slowly sank inside me, filling me, his movements slow and steady. My breathing was ragged, my heart pounding against my ribcage, as the familiar yet unfamiliar feeling of his full member inside of me began to set in.

His fingers stroked along my thighs, teasing my most sensitive area, making me tremble with desire. His pace quickened and I felt the familiar tingling begin to spread throughout my body as he continued to stroke my inner walls.

Every single nerve ending in my body flared to life. I arched beneath him, my breath catching in my throat at the sudden intensity.

He lifted his head to look at me again, the look of lust still visible on his face. It was almost as if we had never parted.

Before long, he began increasing his speed, plunging himself deep into me, the movement sending jolts of pleasure throughout my body. It was impossible to think when he was doing this. His fingers continued to rub the sensitive area between my legs, his strokes creating an electric current flowing through me which only heightened my arousal.

The tingly sensation had grown increasingly worse by the second, but the excitement surrounding every thrust drove me closer and closer to my release, the climax rising within me with each successive pulse of his body against mine. As if he knew exactly what to do, I heard him moan lowly. His eyes widened and a fierce expression appeared on his face as he pumped harder and harder into me, his eyes focused solely on mine. His movements accelerated and his thrusts got progressively harsher.

The tension built between us. A loud moan escaped my lips as my eyes rolled back into my skull, his thick cock buried deep within me, my muscles tightening around it as the pleasurable feeling intensified.

I screamed his name. I didn't know how much longer I could handle being surrounded by his scent, his touch, his presence, without exploding. I needed to come. Now.

I pulled him closer. He quickly followed suit, burying himself even further inside me, his balls smacking against me. The pressure caused me to gasp and shudder. He took that opportunity to thrust forcefully into me.

The sound of our bodies slamming together echoed through the room as he came into me, his body jerking violently with each convulsion. "Fuck," he moaned.

My legs quivered, the vibrations running through my body giving way to a wave of pleasure sweeping through me. My body shook. I tried to keep myself from shaking as waves of intense satisfaction crashed through my body, washing over me with the force of an unstoppable force as I came too.

When I finally stopped trembling, he slowly removed his shaft from me, laying on top of me, holding me in his arms, as he pressed his forehead against mine.

"I love you, Coriolanus." I said with a smile on my face

He said nothing as he pulled me into another kiss.

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