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YOU'RE ONE IN A MILLION

born to be seen part three | one | two

☆ word count: 5k

☆ warnings: 18+ smut ! oral (f) receiving, fingering, (heavy) teasing, mostly fluff, pet names, bratty/clingy reader, some angst, boyfriend Timmy (blushing as I type)

☆ A/N: Guys. I’m literally so sorry it took me three centuries to write this chapter. Feels like I lived 20 different lives lol. But I miss Timmy baby sm so I just wanted to write. <3 Enjoy !

It’s been one week. One heaven kissed week since you’ve been basking in the glory of having your boyfriend whom was very touchy since that night, and well in love with you, all alone. Movie star he might be, there was no faking the way he was diving into your neck like sweets, as you stood in the slow moving elevator now.

It wasn’t like any way he’s held you before. It was fully immersed. Sickly devoted with warmth. Just how you liked it. In his arms.

His lips glossed over your neck quick yet smooth. Leaving words of ‘I’m not letting you go anywhere’ on your sensitive spot as you tilted to give him full access of it. His hands on your waist, palms pressing you into the nest of the elevator. Your nearly lost in a dream, in him. But you know better. You know the stakes.

Three more days. Then a few mere hours before he’s off to filming again. Long flights, and a heavy load of meetings just before hand. And you’ll miss him. His sent. Like a bunch of all your favorite things swarmed together, as he’s this close. Right now. Taking you. Giving you more than you could ever want in so little time this week.

You’d been on your way to meet with his team now, you’d asked if you could tag along previously — but your boyfriend already insisted on not making you sit through a boring meeting with his mangers. He’d ship you off to the outlet instead.

With his credit card of course.

His curls feel like soft waves in your hands as you felt his subtle chuckle into your jaw. He’s teasing and you like it. Hell, you crave it all the time. Keeping your hips stationed into his as you wanted to let out a deep sigh, let the feeling wash over you, like you could be completely happy with it all ending right there. Kissed and wrapped up in him.

But you only knew of what fatefully couldn’t be.

I want you all the time, Timmy.

Your thoughts find you before you can let yourself go. You want to push him away, before he can take any of what’s left of your right mind. You wanted him to notice. Wanted him to note that he was about to make you wish you weren’t a stars girl.

So as he’s inching for your lips, about to lay his on yours like all the answers you needed right then. Just a taste of you was what he wanted before jetting away. But, your doubtfully titling your head from his gesture. Eyes pondering away from your man who was suddenly stuck confused.

“Baby.. what’s up ?” Timothee breathes and luckily the elevator opens with your attention as well, and even as his hand lingers in yours, your still walking out with a soft bitten lip and a sigh.

Your silence only makes him hurry along after you, “what’s your deal ? Baby- -”

“Nothing.”

Your heading for his bmw. And as taken back as he was, Timothee still naturally opened the car door for you. But he wasn’t going to just move on without an answer. He knows this little routine. He knows you. It’s familiar after all. Except he can’t let himself take it as seriously as you do, not when your nose is tilted upwards and your posture is recognizably dramatic.

It got him bent at first, but when he realizes the pout in your lip, just as he snaps your seat belt in and adjusts it with care, his lips tug a soft grin.

“May I.. get a kiss ? Please ?”

“No.”

“Why ? Baby. Give me a kiss,” even with a bit more assertiveness in his voice, you didn’t want to budge. Not when you know you’ll be missing him again in less than an hour. You’d accept your fate early. So with a huff, you turn and kiss him on his eyelid instead.

Your boyfriend tries his hardest to keep a straight face. Annoyed, yet also amused. And your lips are twitching to fight a giggle as you stare at him now, arms folded and non reactive.

Timmy can’t help but lick over his lips softly and remain close to you as he hovers your passenger seat. “You wanna try that again ?” his tone drops a little, but remains softened and you could melt again. You hate when he does this. Hate the way he gets you to just want to give up any fight and merge into him. You’re being silly to him, but for you, it was serious. Even now as your inching the smallest little smile, you peck his lips softly. Not much. But not whatever that was before.

Timothee’s impression unimpressed as his eyebrows dip in offense, “c’mon princess, you can do better than that.”

Your man was waiting. Expecting. Staying there for you.

You wanted to resist some more. But really who are you to deny the sweetest kisses from the movie star whom tons of girls were desperately aching to have for themselves right now ? Maybe their yearn fueled you sometimes, and you’ll admit it, a little greedy at others. But overall, Timothee had you beat all on his own.

Going in tenderly with a hand to his soft cheek, you give him a real kiss at once.

Sweet, persistent, hungry, and blissful. Like your tiresome and sorry. You could do this all day.

Timmy’s fully immersed in it. Eyes shut with a faint grin against your lips. The second you’re done, you go back in for another. Then another. A sight of relief exiting you helplessly.

“There she goes,” he murmurs in between your soft pecks with a smile, making you hum for it as he braces the back of your neck, “that’s my girl.”

You know completely that this is exactly what he wanted. And you’re annoyed, but your also melting into his hold as your stomachs doing little cartwheels. You’re done for.

Timothee’s kissing you with full confidence, truly carrying the reality of you being his girl, like a promise. You weren’t expecting him to gently pull away with a grasps still on the bridge of your neck as his green meets your eyes finally.

With doing so, he can see it. He’s not anything under being a very astute man. The tiny bit of sadness that was dancing in your eyes right now. The one you’re trying to bury underneath being a little bit of a brat.

But as you’re leaning into him, arms draped over his shoulders not ready to let up just yet, Timmy smiles as he soaks in that exact look.

“.. it’s only a few weeks, my love.”

His tone was a little too sweet. It made you want to crawl into a cave. The feeling you wanted to hide there, along with your urge to tear up a little in all honesty. But you didn’t want to be that girl.

Timothee gently pushed a few strands of hair from your face.

“I’ll make it up to you. You know that.”

“It’s gonna feel like ages, though.. you know I struggle,”

“I know.”

He was being so kind to you right now, bending down to his knee, just beneath your level, even against the gravel beneath the car. Your thumb runs against his cheek, near one of his beauty marks that you so adore.

You really do appreciate his effort a lot. But sometimes you wished he wasn’t as big as the world needed him to be.

You would settle for the gentle hip rubs from his hands now, and his sparkly eyes that were dazing up at you like he was ready to listen to your every word with care. With the weight of it all in his hands, it was a fact he never failed to be an extraordinary boyfriend. And you could say that with pride.

“Will you text me the moment you get out of your meeting ?”

“I swear. And.. show me whatever you find while shopping ? - - I don’t want to miss any cute mirror pics..”

You giggle softly and he smirks. Your lightly playing with the soft hairs curling around his ear. “I wouldn’t want to distract Hollywood’s lucky charm in his super top secret meeting...” You teased, but really you know him wanting to keep you as far from his filming life as possible most of the time, was for good measure. Even though it lingered there in your relationship at times.

Your man only wanted to protect what was between the two of you at most. He knows how much you want to be apart of his world, but he also wanted nothing more than to keep his heart, that being you, away from all the chaos that comes with it.

You couldn’t blame him, with his stardom it was enviable how much people were putting in just to have the tiniest glimpse of the two of you. And you’d never want that to overshadow the incredible hard work he puts into what he loves doing.

So ultimately, you meant your remarks to be with the tone of how truly proud of him you’d been.

You left a soft peck on his cheek again. Timmy scoffed as he looks away with a coy blush.

“You’re a good distraction, baby. Good distraction.” He chuckles with a breathy note and you knew that for now, his word was enough. “Just spare me.. Okay ?”

You were settling into your seat again with lingering eyes on him and a faint blush, your lips that still long to be kissed, mark a sweet “Kay.” Timothee shuts your door gently with a promising look, he circles the car to get behind the wheel.

As much as you didn’t want to, you couldn’t keep your hands off you’re phone during your alone (pampering) time to show your man what you’d been eyeing throughout the day, and it was mostly his fault for asking of you to. Busy as he might be, you could imagine him trying to just peak a look at the spam of photos he knows you’ve sent. Featuring a sequence of you in things from mini dresses to evening gowns. Even shorter sundresses that rises against your thighs just right. Your hand placement where his would be.

Now, Timmy was biting down on his lip in a meeting room with the midday light hitting his phone a little to perfectly. So perfect, he didn’t even have time to push his phone back in his pocket when a photo of you: wearing Givenchy, studded and draped fabric around your cleavage was now appearing in your text messages.

The arch in your back, where your hip curves and makes a shape he would slide his hand over if he’d been with you. To touch you was a different story, but just thinking about it was enough to have his breathing slower, but heavier.

He was about to give himself up right now.

Timothee tried to hide his soft smirk while he’d been in a discussion with his managers, a slouched position in his seat. But Brian narrowed as he watched him from across the table nearby.

Timothee launched forward the moment you sent another.

For the sake of not helping him at all, it been a live photo of course. One of you with your hand slightly tousling your hair a bit and you stood in front of the mirror like an angel, wearing his Cartier bracelet and in his favorite brands. This time a pretty mini denim skirt, and you turned so of course the cuff of your ass was hidden just enough by the fabric, but not too much so, that your boyfriend had been running a hand over his parched lips now.

Leafy eyes completely doted to his phone, even though it was the last thing he should’ve been doing.

He’s a professional for heavens sake.

But when it really came down to it, you were always gonna be something else for him.

Now leaning back in his chair, whispering a faint “fuck” to himself as he scanned over the table again, and back at his screen. What’s on his mind right now was clear. A simple reminder of how he had you last night: begging.

He started typing quickly,

get everything.

He taped send to you before shutting his phone at once and slipping it into his pocket. And on the other end of course, you read the text with a grin on your face that was a bit too excited about your work of just enough thigh — it had truly got you your earnings.

Your actions might’ve been out of pocket, and a little naughty your man would say, but really all it was is that you missed him after all.

☆

One last night.

Dramatically, you might say, before it’s an eternity till you’ll be seeing your boyfriend again. Realistically, three weeks before Timmy isn’t the worlds, but yours again.

You had to get back to your life after all. You had clients, people who need you too. But it’s hard for you not to get so swept up in his world all the time to the point where having to pause it felt like dread.

You almost didn’t want to think of it. Didn’t even want to look at your suit cases lounging around the suite half packed, half rummaged through. You just wanted to be held by him now.

All the time you spent together throughout awards season, promotion, his downtime — quick little satisfactions of love and devotion from your lover. But when he goes back to filming, especially across the world. It’s like preparing for a cold winter.

You’d been sunken into the king sized bed, curled up, warm and cuddling yourself gently in nothing but your underwear and the a complete unknown hoodie Timothee had been wearing countlessly lately. He had provided you one of your own of course, even in your desired color. But you just had to inserted yourself in his. Because it smelled of him, and it made you feel a little less lonely on a night like this.

To make the quite of what was to come even a tad more bearable, the tv flickering across the hotel room was playing one of his films as well. You hadn’t even noted which one at first. You just pressed it the moment you saw your man’s pretty face appear on the catalogue, to transmit the sound of his voice throughout the silent room. Curled up in your comfort now, you watch him on screen.

To be near him any way right now, was better than when even just a mere couple of hours, you’d be back to miles and miles away from him instead.

The sun was almost gone to the next day, and the slip of his key card against the hotel door was faint. Entering in gently, like he’d been trying his best to be quiet in case you’d passed out already. It didn’t even catch you as you’d been immersed in the images of him on screen. Totally oblivious to the fact that real Timmy had been back to you after the long day. Completely no knowledge your boyfriend crept in softly, the jacket on him loose but ready to slip off, and his curls with a tint of sweat from running to meetings and fittings back to back.

When he sees your fame from the doorway, curled up into the most adorable ball. When he saw himself that it was you’d been engaged in, it made his heart skip a couple beats. He’d have to admit it, he knows how much being gone all day really made you feel. Staying back at the hotel or out and about without him he knows how much it means to you. How much you crave him.

He did also adore it.

Timmy leans against the entry frame of the suite. Arms crossed and a soft grin on his lips.

Watching you watch him.

“Miss me or just staring at me ?”

You jump a bit at the sudden interruption of the soft spoken voice you knew like your own name. Your eyes find his frame, the movie star underneath a washed out grey hoodie, and a look of fondness washes over your expression. Tired eyes but pure smile. Timmy took that look in because he knows it so well. The one that makes him feel like he’s the only man on the planet. The untethered admiration you’d given him.

Something he would think there’s no way he even deserves it at times.

“Both..” your voice soft, sleepy, and you have a little sideways smile on your face as you watch him stuff his hands in his pocket and make his way over to the bed.

“I missed you.”

Timmy has the kind of grin on his face that make his eyes shine a bit more, shaking his head endearingly at just how gone you are for him. “Yeah ? Was that what you were trying to say through those photos earlier.. that nearly got me gutted in my own meeting ?”

You held back a giggle but your blush highlighted your cheeks. Your trailed off with a sense of guilt, but also a tiny hint of reward,

“You said you wanted pics of everything..”

“And I got it. But Jesus, baby..” Timothee chuckled lowly as you’d been adjusting yourself when he came up on where you lie in bed, biting your lip to hide the smile that was a little too proud. You watch him remove the covers from your legs gently to get comfortable with you.

So he was folding during his meeting. You knew it.

“Is it so bad a girl just misses her man?..” You repeated yourself with a honeyed tone and soft but longing eyes meeting his glossy ones.

Timothee didn’t hesitate to grab the remote nearby you, directing it at the tv that was broadcasting himself, and powered it off mid monologue. He was hovering you now with a look of total affirmation.

“I’m right here.” He murmured close to your ear, tone breathy and full of devotion before leaving the sweetest kiss on your neck. You could melt right there. Wrapping your arms over his shoulders with a small giggle because it was true. All you wanted.

He is right where he should be. Right here with you.

Your feeling his lips in the perfect spots, making the perfect moves on your skin. You part your thighs just enough so he’ll be able to fit right in between them. He lets his hands drift to gripping your legs to be secured around his waist. Not letting space between your bodies, and only the pure comfort of one another. You can’t say your heart was beating at a normal rate right now. Timmy definitely noticed it with the way his lips curled into a knowing smile, and he just wrapped you around him even tighter.

It made you want to sigh out desperately, with all the worries you had of tomorrow, but the warmth of right now being too good to miss.

Your hand faces his cheek, rubbing soft circles with your thumb as his eyes trail your chest, where your heart beats a thump after the other, to your face.

“That desperate for me, mon amour ?” He teased with that damn charm. His tone silk with a faint cockiness. Like he knows your every move. And a gentle grin, with lips brushing your skin again.

You could have groaned, but your blush just overtook your entire body temperature at this point.

For fucks sake. He’s too good.

You whine with soft laughter to hide your coyness now. You nuzzle your face into the side of Timothee’s neck. His sent filing you up like a high. You wished he would just shut up. Spare the time to make your need sink in, and just make you forget what was to come.

It was what you needed, and you could hope he did too.

So, not being able to hold on another minute, with your hands tangled in his soft curls — you just kiss him. Your lips on his like a careless crash. Needy even. You taste him like you’d never gotten to before. And how it never got old. You can tell Timmy is grinning against your mouth but your too stuck in a haze to care.

But for all the annoyance in the world, he’s not kissing you back.

In fact he drags it out, replenishes, lips barely hovering yours, just to make you chase it.

You wanted to curse. You could hit him right now.

He’s biting back a chuckle. He found amusement in getting you like this. Because every time it’s enviable he’ll give you what you want. But you still fall for the trap every time. Forever for him.

“Timothee.” your huffing impatiently with a whiny tone.

“What, baby ?”

“Kiss me.”

He groans a bit like you were asking him a task.

“Mmm.. nah, I rather get revenge from earlier..”

You had to pause and search his face for a moment before the thought came back to you of earlier today, when you’d revoked your kissing privileges from him first.

You wouldn’t accept that your attempt to be a brat had backfired on you. Because in all reality.. he actually deserved it. In a way.

Instead of protesting, you just roll your eyes and let your exaggerated whine do the talking for itself. Which Timmy laughs at the way you’ve caught your own tongue.

“Yeah. How does it feel, doll ?”

“Shut up, Timmy.”

You don’t care. Truly. You just wanted what you wanted. Him. Your chest falls softy as you just squeeze him a little and rest your forehead into his chest. Eyes a bit glossy as you let your heart sink into what was actually making you cling to him so much.

“In a couple of hours, we’ll both be on a plane.. Separate ones. So just- - kiss me, please ?” Your tone was light as you mumbled it into the cloth above his chest and you can feel him breathe out deeply. The way your hands had been around him now and your legs curled into his body a little more, all made him want to hold on to you and never let up.

And that’s when he pressed his lips to the crown of your head tenderly, with care, then made his way to your lips. Soft at first, then with a deep incline that had you closing your eyes and letting the softest relief go from the back of your throat.

There it is.

You physically sink into his kisses, hands grasping his chin just to get a better feel. Timothee makes sure his hands are cupping you into him as he rolls you against his body. “ma princesse,” he quietly groaned against your lips before parting from you apologetically, and reaching for the ends of his t-shirt to pull off.

You can’t hide your smile, your full body blush, not if you even tried.

Your wrists were being lifted to his lips as he pressed gentle kisses to your palm, your fingertips, and your knuckles with ease and a doting look in his eyes. You could get lost in the way he was observing you now as he loved on the soft parts of you like this. You sunk your teeth into your bottom lip and gave him full access before you noticed he’d been positioning himself lower on the bed sheets, Timothee’s curls falling into his eyes heavenly. He lowered himself over your tummy. More kisses here and there.

You automatically parted your legs for your boyfriend. And he’d fit snug. Chest rising as his hands find your calves and lift your thighs over his shoulders easily. Your body jilted as he tugged you closer to the edge of the bed. Closer to him. And his soft lips were still pressed to your upper core while a faint breath danced pass your lips.

Your warm, pulsing under the thin fabric you had on. And he loved it. He also adores the fact that it’s his hoodie you’re in right this second. With green eyes scanning your own, he never lets up from pecking your skin — reaching to push the hoodie out of the way, so that his hands could find the waist band of your thong.

Eyes swelling with devotion, you let him take over completely. Lifting your hips without hesitation so his fingertips would slide the fabric down your thighs, with controlled eagerness, and over your dangling feet. Once they’re out of the way, he puts your legs secure right over his shoulders. Timothee licks his lips once. Then another. Hunger swelling through his narrowed earthy eyes, familiar to you whenever he gave you his mouth. Usually with the light dim, your glowing cheeks on display, his knees against the ground, just like right now.

The subtle sound of your man pressing a kiss to your clit made you hum, it was enough to get your hands sliding through his dark freshly shortened curls, like a forest you knew the pathway by heart. You tug tenderly. “Timmy- -” your panting soft, and your lips part agape when he takes his time to scan your expression — his lips suction around the bud, and a euphoric kind of suck that has him closing his eyes achingly slow, like he’s being transported into another world full of you.

Your jaw goes flying within seconds.

Your moaning again, his name, soft “oh’s” while your other hand catches his locks too. Timothee nestled like home into the way the fullness of your thighs dip around his ears, slender fingers piercing the skin of your ass a bit as well, he moves you against his face, and his tongue gets a boost of its own. Dipping into you once, the taste makes him groan, and it’s totally known to both of you he’s erected just nicely under his joggers by now. “Mmm..” fills up your ears as your man let his digit get coated with your wetness, pleasuring you in little patterns across your cunt.

Your squeezing his shoulders, the nearest pillow, letting your head fall against the cushions.

“Fuck.. fuck, yes…” your moans are more like whimpers and chants — to which he finds adorable, especially when you can’t quite catch your breath; he reaches up to push his hoodie from your torso a little more when it’s crowding him. You suck in your lip as your legs go stiff, like you might lose the feeling in them from the way he’s plunging into your core, but Timmy keeps your legs apart, even directing them upwards for better access to where you drip. And you let his mouth take over your lower half like he’s the king and your his open treasure — that’s when a deeper moan exits your throat, from your veins, from your heart.

“Mmm- - yes ! Fuck — Timothee !” Your eyes go from being closed in bliss to watching him devour your slickness till your a panting mess, “More, more, more..”

“This ? Is this what you want, sweet girl ?” Your boyfriend’s low breathy tone comes in as his index finger finds it’s way of sliding over your folds, pace slow and teasing that makes you tremble, he enters you without any warning and your whimpering like it’s his to take.

“Oh… yeah, I wanna cum- - make me cum, baby..”

You didn’t have to ask him twice. Timmy kept his lips where you need them, loving the floods of pre-cum you left, and one hand was pumping into your clenched entrance.

It drove him crazy you to have you shaking like this.

All for him.

As well as the way he’s known to be a triple threat, he even brings his free hand up to dance above your skin, your perfect chest, and right to your plump lips as he pushes his middle and ring fingers between them. With a moan like a million ‘thank you’s’ to the universe for a man like Timothee — you suck on his fingers like it was your birth right.

Your mind had been at a total halt for the first time today. Nothing but you, him, and the climax that was about to hit you like falling through heaven.

“That’s it- - cum on my tongue like a good girl.. show me how much you’re gonna miss me when we’re apart..”

Like that, you felt the feeling in your legs go numb, trembling like you couldn’t control the urge to let out a scream — Timothee might’ve sucked a bruise onto you by the velocity he was going, the rhythm of his tongue, and the way he flexed his jaw to completely devour you.

With curled toes and a rippled whine, the kind that had brought tears from your eyes — not only from the sensational feeling, but the reflection of his words. You really were a muse for just how much you’d miss him right this second. The muscle memory of his pleasuring mouth on you already engraved to where you gushed right now, and your boyfriend laid his tongue flat against your folds not to miss a drop.

His deep but soft moans echo throughout your core when your legs finally soften. Your tension is destroyed. Your relaxed, and to his delight, dripping with sweetness. — So, with a content exhale, he press a savory kiss to your inner thigh, then he rising and leaves a lengthy one on your knee that said, ‘mine’

Your smile has your cheeks burning nearly, and even more so with your flush. Timothee had a goofy yet cute grin on his face as he climbs on top of your body again, chest heaving but soft giggles filling the air from you as your boyfriend melts into your embrace over him. Kissing you deep and your softly moaning into each and every one, molding with him once again.

You can feel him against our core, harder than you guessed. And fuck did he feel too inviting even through the barrier of his joggers. Rubbing against you. Your breath hitched and you gripped the nape of his neck as you pulled away mid kiss to utter, “Let me take care of you, T..” your hand was already inching down his chest, even as your lips linger his — but he was tirelessly sinking into the opened of your neck. You could feel him taking a soft whiff of your sent.

“Shh, baby… I just wanna be with you- - just let me be with you for now.”

You were showcasing a fond little smile beneath your bitten lip. You could swear right now that you felt your heart beats even sink up while you held him, and his arms squeezed a little tighter around your waist.

There would be hundreds of cities you’d cross over tomorrow, and think of him, your Timmy. And there would be a million faces he’ll encounter in the next couple of weeks and still be ready for you.

But you had him now. A version of Timothee that was the most present, the most loving and completely intertwined with you.

Only a fool would waste that thinking of tomorrow.

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