timothee x reader imagine
Warnings: Age gap, Sisters Best friend, Out door activities
This is more story than smut which is low-key new for me! also i haven’t written in months be kind LMAO.
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You were sitting in the corner of the living room in your sisters house. It was the saturday before Halloween and you were in the middle of your sisters party. You were having a great time, you and your sister had spent months planning and making decorations so seeing everything being adored was heartwarming to you.
You had planned to wear matching costumes but yours didn’t arrive on time so you had threw together a makeshift flapper girl outfit. You liked what you were wearing but the dress was an old plain black dress that was a little to short with how you’ve grown in the years. Your solution was to wear a longer skirt over it with layers to add to the 20’s look. It made the look but because you didn’t have time to alter it, you relied on safety pins to keep the skirt layers in place.
Your sister was ten years older than you. You didn’t mind the age gap, you both were still best of friends. But this also meant that the majority of people at this party were her age and older. Though it wasn’t a problem.
Your sisters was a social butterfly, the same as you, but she had kept the same close friends for years. This meant that you had known most of the people here since you were little.
Including Timothée.
Timothée had been your sisters friend since before you were born. They had a small hiccup where they stopped being friends but that was quickly forgotten after your sister met her boyfriend, Timothée’s best friend.
It was quite late into the party but Timothée hadn’t arrived yet. You knew he would but he had a habit of arriving at and leaving places on his own time.
You were having a fun time with your own friends that you invited, one of those friends being Carter. You had met Carter a few years ago but time hadn’t changed the weird relationship you had with her.
You needed a moment alone after dancing and drinking which is why you were in a corner chair alone in the living room while everyone was outside in the garden. There was one guy sleeping on the other side of the living room but he had been asleep since he arrived.
You were mindlessly scrolling through your phone when you felt something pricking you in your thigh. You tried to readjust and ignore it but it was adding to your overstimulated feeling. You decided it would be better to just take off the skirt part and stay in the dress for the rest of the night which would be ending soon anyways. It was fall which meant that it was pitch black outside at night so no one would notice you if you went into the garden. There were no lights on in the house except faint led lights that were dim so you didn’t think it would be a big problem.
The minute you got up and removed your skirt and tossed it on the couch beside you, you heard the front door open. The way the house was, you could see the front door in full from your seat and that meant that they could see you. Timothée walked in first. You couldn’t help but stare at him and he was staring back. It was like a trance you couldn’t leave though it was broken when you saw the people behind him pouring into the house.
It quickly became clear to you that the party would not be ending soon like you had thought.
You sat down quickly and scrambled for your phone and your skirt. You found your phone on the floor beside you but when you went to reach for your skirt you saw a row of people sitting on it.
You weren’t panicking yet as no one could really notice you with the lights so low. You started to relax.
You saw something in the corner of your eye and you looked up to see Timothées smiling face beaming down at you. He was sitting on the arm rest of your chair in a costume you couldn’t really make out.
He was talking to you and you were replying through the fog in your brain. You had always had a crush on him when you were younger, but then so did everyone else. You thought you had gotten over him because it didn’t mean anything but he had this ability to make you swoon over everything he did. His smile was just so cute and the way he would squint his eyes every time was something you couldn’t help but love. He was also sexy. Incredibly, addictively sexy. And he knew it.
He was asking you questions about school, work and your future plans and you were giving him jokey answers. You couldn’t help it. It was your natural response when someone asked you something too serious. You’d ended up telling him you were going to a clown college after your gap year. He didn’t look impressed but it was all you knew.
He kept trying to get some serious responses out of you but you weren’t budging till you felt a hand grip your throat and pull you. Timothée had his hand around your throat and your face was inches from his.
He looked like he was about to say something to you or shake some seriousness into you but before you could comprehend what was happening he jumped up from his seat and started a conversation with someone else.
It was dizzying. You felt like you were getting whiplash but you didn’t want to dwell on it too much. He was always flirty, not just with you but with everyone and so you’ve learnt not to take him too seriously by now. You couldn’t afford to.
Though it was the first time he had touched you in more than a friendly manner.
You and your sister were close but you knew she would never support any relationship formed between you and Timothée.
You knew you were going to spiral and think about this all night but before you could, your friend carter came to find you to say she was leaving.
“It’s getting late i need to leave soon but your welcome to walk me out, lover.” She swooned half jokingly. You were too preoccupied with thoughts of Timothée but you managed to flirt back offhandedly and soon it was a back and forth. This was usual for you both but it wasn’t until after you were walking her out of the door that you felt your skin prickle. It felt like someone was watching you.
You knew someone was looking at you and you looked around trying to see who it was and you weren’t surprised to find it was Timothée.
You were so used to seeing him with a large smile on his face so it was odd for you to see him looking at you darkly. His eyes left yours and began travelling down your body and it was then you remembered how short your dress was. It ended at the top of your thighs and the bottom of your ass. You felt Timothées eyes roaming everywhere they shouldn’t but you couldn’t even try to feel embarrassed.
You cocked your head at him and he looked away, resuming his conversation with his friend he had been ignoring.
You were getting a little frustrated of this. You hated having uncertainty within relationships. You walked outside for some fresh air. That’s where most of the party was but they were inside a small lit tent and you were in another section of the garden. It was almost pitch black out there but you didn’t mind, you were just thinking anyways.
You heard heard him before you felt him. Timothée. Again.
“Your dress is very short.” he said, his voice gravelly.
He was standing in front of you, your back on the brick wall behind you. With the darkness you were forced to use your other sense. You could smell the perfume he was wearing, a woodsy scent that you had always made synonymous with him in your mind.
“Is that a problem for you?” You replied.
You couldn’t see him, but you just knew he was smirking in response since he didn’t give a verbal one.
You felt him shift closer to you. Closer than when he had pulled to you him earlier.
“Your sister and i are good friends”
“uh huh.”
“great friends.”
“i’m aware”
Your replies weren’t thought out, it was harder to think with him so close.
“She would kill me if she knew…”
“Knew what?” You asked.
You knew what he was talking about but you wanted at least some form of clarity.
“Don’t make me say it.” His words getting quieter. It was only when you felt his breath hit your ear that you realise you were both inching closer and closer together.
“Say what?” You could hear the smile in your voice now, you were teasing him.
You feel him move even closer now and you prepare for a kiss. When it comes it’s different than what you ere expecting. His lips were cold and you realised it was from the drink he had been sipping. A drink that was still in his mouth. He opened his lips further and you felt his drink - a generic alcoholic beverage you couldn’t think of with how dizzy you were - slowly pour into your mouth. You didn’t think about it. His kiss was mind numbing you wanted every inch of him. Whatever he would give. The drink spilled over the side of your mouth onto your neck. He wasn’t far behind.
He began kissing and nipping down the side of your neck. His hands were trailing up and down the sides of your body and soon found your panties. He slowly slid them down and you quickly helped him take them off. You needed him inside you immediately. You were trying your best to not make any noise, just because people couldn’t see didn’t mean they couldn’t hear.
His kisses moved higher up on your body, he was leaving open mouth kisses all over, nipping and sucking where he could. You felt his hands slipping towards your slit and weren’t surprised to find his hand easily glide through your wetness.
You couldn’t help but let out a sharp cry when his fingers found your clit. At your outburst, his lips were quick to cover yours and swallow the rest of your cries that were getting more frequent the as he moved his hand.
You could feel yourself slowly building to what you knew would be a strong orgasm. You felt one of his fingers move to shallowly enter your cunt and you couldn’t help but move your mouth from his lips to moan heavily.
You felt him move away from you and pull your dress back down as far as he could. You didn’t understand why until your eyes were being blinded by a flashlight. It was one of your sisters friends who was trying to see if you were alright. Because it was so dark he couldn’t see Timothée a few feet from you.
You quickly sobered up and answered him as normally as you could though you were still dizzy from your need. Once he was satisfied he went back to wherever he was before. You felt Timothée move back to you and you gripped his shirt tightly. He moved his lips back to your ear.
“Next time we could finish what we were doing if you were a little quieter.” You barely understood what he was saying because of how much you wanted him but you understood that you weren’t going to get to finish tonight.
“Please. I promise to be quieter just please finish.” You can’t help but beg.
“See you next halloween baby.” Was his only reply.
It wasn’t until you heard him open and close the door back into the house you remembered that you didn’t have your panties. You tried to find them on the ground with your own flashlight but nothing.
