I really want to write for Timothy Turner, I wouldn’t even write one-shots,, just imagines & headcanons— but I feel so shy to even think about writing something for him (or for the series in general) and simultaneously, I NEED to write anything for him. 🫠
☪︎ this is for my baby @madame-fear and sorry this is short, I don’t know much about him but what you have told me🤍
☪︎ warnings: 385 words, short, first time, him being a gentle dom kinda but it’s not the kinky, smut themes, MINORS DNI
“Just let me,” his voice was soft and gentle as was his touch. his bare hands sliding up your legs to push the white fabric up. your legs fluttered closed and your embarrassment rushed in. you turned away to hide the look on your face.
he couldn’t help but find you adorable in the moment but he didn’t want to tease you because he was equally as shy. and in this moment he needed to make you feel comfortable.
your legs are bare and exposed to his eyes and he gulps at the sight. the lacy wedding garter now into view, but his eyes flicked to the clothed pussy in front of him. he was flustered and in awe at your beauty.
“Relax for me, sweetheart okay? I don’t want to slip up and nip at your soft skin,” his fingers rubbed your skin as he leaned closer. “part your legs for me. Can’t hide from me forever.” his eyes looked up at you, the feeling of his gaze made your stomach do flips. you part your legs just a bit and hold your breath.
“That’s my girl,” his lips started to kiss up your leg and the skin burned from the touch of his lips. when he got to the garter he eyes it carefully to make sure he could get it right.
you turn your head and watch him do his husband duty. his mouth found the cloth and his teeth grabbed ahold of it and started to pull it down, only using his teeth. your walls clinched as your panties grew wetter & wetter. he was so handsome. he was never anything more then a gentleman to you, of course you talked about sex to make sure this day went perfectly. but talking and doing are separate things.
when the garter was off he threw it on the floor. his eyes found yours again and he loved the begging in your eyes, and the shyness. “you’re pouting your lips dear,” you fixed your mouth by licking them.
“Why don’t I give you some more attention. Hmm?” his hands traveled up again to push the skirt of your dress farther up, his fingers then traveling over the side of your panties. he played with the lining and tugged them softly,
Leaving school and getting a job as a part time receptionist at the poplar doctors surgery and meeting Timothy. Over time his crush becomes pretty obvious to everyone but Y/N, finally Patrick (or Dr Turner to most people) decided to confront his teenage son which led to Timmy asking you to the pictures. It was both of the youngsters first date ever but it led to plenty more.