Fluff With Timothee Chalamet

Fluff with Timothee Chalamet

Sorry, english is my second language

It was Sunday. You were lying on the couch with your boyfriend Timothee. It was a day off for him, but Timothee decided to check his work email anyway. Oh yes. And you have an injured arm. A couple of days ago, you fell and hurt your arm and a couple of bruises all over your body. Which sucks for a lot of reasons. First of all, your arm obviously was in pain. But, fortunately, painkillers saved you. Secondly, and in your humble opinion, this is the most important part - now Timothee practically refused to touch you, afraid of hurting you. He was constantly next to you, fulfilling your every desire (or almost any). Are you hungry? He will immediately sentence you to your beloved. Wanted to drink? You just need to tell your boy about it. Uncomfortable pillow? He will immediately bring you another one. But he refused to touch you, like really touch you. All you've gotten in the last week is a light kiss on the lips. And every minute it annoyed you more and more, because you missed your man. Which is why you're sitting here now and pouting at him after his  another "no". You knew it was stupid, but you still couldn't do anything about it.

- Baby, stop it. You know why I said no. You know how hard it is for me to say no to you,-  Timothee said softly.

You did not answer, took your phone in your hands and began to view stories on Instagram.

- My love ... - Timothee called you again, but you only muttered something indistinct in response. You missed his touch, real touch. While you tried to act like you were ignoring Timmy, you didn't notice movement next to you. Timothee quickly, but carefully, so as not to hurt you, got up from the sofa and knelt down in front of you. He gently took the phone from your hands, put it aside and looked into your eyes. In his eyes you saw all his love for you and tenderness, so your eyes began to fill with tears.

"I'm sorry, I know I'm being stupid, I just miss you," you whispered and lowered your eyes. Timothee gently put his hand on your cheek and began to gently run his thumb over your face, removing a tear that had rolled down.

- And you will soon be leaving for the shooting of a new film, and I will not be with you, and we will not see each other for so long ..., - you began to mutter, but Timothee gently pressed his lips to yours, silencing you. He kissed you slowly, savoring every moment of the kiss. You kissed him back, hugging him tighter. Your fingers of your not wounded hand immediately found his hair, and you lightly pulled on it. Timothy groaned and opened his mouth, which you took advantage of and deepened the kiss. The fire inside you flared up more and more, and you were afraid that Timothee would stop the kiss, but he was also consumed by you, as you were by him. Then Timothee pulled you closer to him and touched your injured arm. You couldn't help a groan of sudden pain, and Timothy jerked away from you.

- I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry ... - he quickly began to tell you. Passion after the kiss, fear for you and anger at himself splashed in his eyes at the same time.

- No, everything is fine, I`m o... - you started, but he did not let you finish.

- Don't tell me everything's fine. Exactly what I was afraid happened. I couldn't control myself and hurt you, - he said angrily, - and I can't live if I hurt you.

You couldn't see him angry anymore and lowered your eyes again.

- Hey, - Timothee said again and gently lifted your face by the chin, looking into your eyes, - I love you so much. And I also want you madly, every minute. Do not doubt it. We just need to wait a bit, okay? Until you get better.

He kissed you gently on the forehead. Then you felt his lips gently squeeze your earlobe and goosebumps ran through your body.

 And then, when you feel better, - he whispered passionately in your ear, - I will not let you out of our bed for a week. I will kiss every inch of your body. I will make you moan and scream my name until you start begging me to stop.

- Promise? you asked coyly. The thought itself made your blood boil in your veins.

“I promise,” he said and kissed my temple, “now tell me what do you want to eat for dinner?”

The truth

You were in your chambers in the Small Palace. It was past midnight, but you couldn't close your eyes. You couldn't get your thoughts in order. You needed to tell him the truth. The truth about yourself, about him, about you. But how to do that? How to tell Alexander that you were his wife, who died many years ago before his eyes?

While you were trying to calm your nerves, the memories of your meeting with Alexander, your life with him, your life with him in this century at least began to surface in your memory.

You met General Kirigan a few months ago. You were the Sun Summoner he was looking for. After an urgent request (not a request) of the General, you moved to the Small Palace and began to train under the watchful supervision of the General himself. You did not succeed in everything but over time you became stronger. Which could not but rejoice Kirigan.

You often caught his eye on you but you never allowed yourself to take any action. But nevertheless, a pleasant shiver went through your body every time General Kirigan was next to you. When he touched you during your training, even if at that time he knocked you down and you fell to the ground in front of him, not at all like a lady.

Two weeks ago, you wandered silently through the night palace, you could not sleep. Passing the General's office, you saw a dim light from his office, the front door was ajar. Without thinking, you quietly opened the door of his office ajar and went inside. Kirigan stood with his back to you, his hands are rested on a work table, on which various papers and cards are scattered. His whole body is tense.

“General…,” you began quietly, “I'm sorry to interfere with you… but… do you need help? You look ... tired. - you called yourself this liberty in relation to him. You couldn't help yourself. Your heart clenched with tenderness at one glance at him.

Kirigan shuddered, freeing himself from his thoughts, and looked at you.

- Y/N ..., - the General muttered quietly, - what? He asked, clearing his throat, pulling himself together again.

“Do you need any help?” You repeated more firmly.

- Help with what? - he asked, carefully examining me. I was wearing a night dress made of light fabric. The fabric was snug against the body.

“Maybe you need a fresh look at the cards?” You offered with a smile, “or just to talk, free your thoughts?

You yourself did not believe that you were saying this to him, but the longer you communicated with the General, the more you were drawn to him.

“Thanks for the offer, Y/N, but I'm fine. It's just too much work. Too much war. People are tired. From war, from death, from losses.

“A war cannot last forever,” you said looking into the General's eyes.

“With your help, my dear Summoner, I hope that the war will end soon,” Kirigan said with tenderness in his eyes. “Now let me escort you to your chambers so that I’m sure that nothing has happened to you,” he said. he with a smile.

You averted your eyes in embarrassment and went to your chambers. Kirigan walked to your left. You just wanted to look at him make sure he was still there, by your side. But you looked at him for too long and, entangled in your own legs, began to fall to the floor, until strong hands grabbed you, keeping you from falling shamefully.

“God, I`m sorry…” you began to justify your awkwardness, trying to think of a reason why you looked at Kirigan for so long, but you couldn't come up with anything.

"It's fine," Kirigan laughed softly, still holding your hand. You rarely heard him laugh. God, he didn't even often allow himself to smile, to really smile, but now it seemed to you that he was finally laughing sincerely, carefree, enjoying ... being with you?

You wanted to free your hand from Kirigan's grip, but he wouldn't let you.

“I wouldn’t want for you to fall,” Kirigan said with a smile. “Otherwise, what kind of General am I to allow one of my best people to put herself in such danger?

You felt your cheeks turn red, but no longer tried to pull your hand and tried to look straight ahead. He walked you to the front door of your chambers, still holding your hand in his. You enjoyed the sensation of his skin close to yours, praying that those moments would last as long as possible.

Stopping in front of your chambers, you felt even more awkward. Will he come to your room? Should you let him? What should you tell him?

While you were trying to say at least something, Kirigan dropped your hand and then gently ran his palm over your cheek. His touch was so gentle as if he believed that you were made of glass and with any careless movement could break in his hands.

“Thank you,” he whispered. In his eyes you saw only tenderness and a hint of ... what? Love? You couldn't even call yourself to dream about it, so that later you would not be left alone with a broken heart.

“For what?” You whispered.

- For worrying about me., - he gently touched his lips to your hand, - and please ... call me Alexander, - he smiled and while you stood, amazed by his words and actions, he turned around and went back towards your office.

On trembling legs you entered your room and this stupid smile appeared on your lips, which you still could not remove. And why did you feel a sharp pain in your head. You fell to your knees, grabbed your head trying to make the pain stop but nothing helped. Memories and images began to pop up in your head. And in these images there was only one person - Alexander. But he looked different. Longer hair, different clothes. It seemed to you that you were looking at it from the outside. Here you see how you walk with Alexander across the field, among the flowers, and he holds your hand. Here you are in the forest, and Alexander helps you collect medicinal herbs. You see your kisses. Your nights full of love. Your wedding. And your vows of eternal love to each other. You try to calm your breathing, calm yourself but the following image appears in your head. Like one of the king's soldiers stabs you in the stomach in front of Alexander. You see, you hear Alexander screaming your name, but you cannot answer him anything. You see the pain and anguish and his eyes that you cannot calm him down, you cannot tell him that everything will be fine. That you love him. And then darkness falls. The last thing you see is Alexander's face painted with pain.

You don't know how much time has passed. When you wake up, you find yourself lying on the floor in your room, wrapping your arms around yourself and trying to stop your sobs.

You are returning to the present again. Two weeks have passed since that day, but you still haven't had the courage to tell Alexander the truth. How will he react? What will he do? What will he say? What if what you tell him will cause him only more pain?

Part 1?

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Some sweetness

You were in the kitchen cooking dinner for Billy and yourself. He had to come home from work any minute. You hardly saw each other all week due to the workload. Today you managed to leave work early and decided to cook something delicious for your boyfriend.

Suddenly you heard the front door open. You looked in the doorway and saw that Billy came home.

“Hey baby,” you said, smiling at him, “in 5 minutes, dinner will be ready,” you said and went back to cooking, trying to finish it faster. Billy didn't say anything to you, which made you frown. Suddenly you felt Billy's hands on your waist, he pressed against you from the back and buried his face in your neck, inhaling your scent.

“Hey, what's wrong?” You asked softly, stroking Billy's hands.

“It's been a damn long day,” Billy said to your neck and began to shower her with kisses. Then he turned you around to face him and passionately kissed you on the lips, trying to express with this kiss how he missed you, how he missed you. You answered the kiss and ran your fingers through his hair, pulled softly on them. Billy moaned on your lips and smiled, "I missed you," he said, and pressed his forehead to yours.

“I missed you too,” you said with a smile. You stood there for a while, just enjoying each other's company.

- we need to eat, - after a while you said, - you need to eat, - you added, - baby, you look exhausted.

- A lot of work at the office, I'll be fine, - he slightly smiled, - I'm already fine when you're next to me, - he added again, hugging you to him.

This evening, for the first time in a long time, you spent together, not looking up from each other

Anxiety

You were terribly nervous and did not understand the reason for your anxiety. You just woke up with the thought that today could be a bad day and you would do something wrong and get into trouble. You just couldn't get rid of that feeling. You had a free morning because you only had to be at the office at noon. Fortunately, Timothee was at home today, reading scripts for his future potential films.

You couldn't take it anymore, you needed to be in the arms of your man. You quickly went to your bedroom with him and saw Timothee, in whose hands was another script. Without hesitation, you walked up to him, took the script from his hands, put it aside and climbed onto your boyfriend’s knees and pressed tightly against him, burying your face in his neck.

"Hey, mon amour, what's wrong?" he asked uncertainly, but then hugged you back tightly.

“Nothing,” you replied, “I just wanted to be with you.”

Your voice was muffled as you still pressed your lips against his neck. Timothee began to stroke your back and hair. You inhaled his scent and you felt better, the anxiety let go.

- Are you sure? - he asked again with doubt in his voice.

You didn't like to lie to him. At the beginning of your relationship, you agreed with Timothee that you would not hide your feelings and experiences from each other. You were good together and you knew that you could trust Timothee and tell him about your experiences. And he will not mock you or not take your feelings seriously.

- I'm just really nervous. I don't know why." You hugged him tighter.

- It's all right, my love, I'm with you. I will always be with you and always support you. I love you,  you know that, don't you? Timothy asked and pressed his lips to your hair.

- Yes, I know. I love you too, so much. I'm so glad that I have you, - you said and kissed him on the lips.

You felt his smile on your lips, after which Timothy deepened the kiss and did everything to make you forget about your feelings. All you could think about now was Timothy and your love for him.

I kind of miss you

I felt terrible. It was the middle of the work week, and I had already managed to get sick. My throat was sore and my voice was hoarse and I couldn't stop coughing. My mood was lower than ever. Plus, I haven't seen Timothee in almost a week. We were going to meet with him a few days ago, but he constantly postponed our meeting, referring to the large number of work and working meetings. At first I was understanding about this, but today I was especially sensitive. I felt weak and all I wanted was to wrap myself in a blanket and snuggle up to my boyfriend. I know I acted like a little girl, but I didn't care.

Thank God it was already the end of the day, and I was free. I took the day off tomorrow and called Timothee. What if he's already was free, and we can finally see each other? I was able to get through to him only on the second attempt.

"Hey you" he said. He was in a good mood.

"Hi Tim. Will I see you today? It's been a while and I kind of miss you"

“I have one more meeting but I think it will take about an hour, after which I am all yours, my love”

"Really? Are you sure you can do it?" I asked hopefully.

“Yes, my love, I promise. I'm sorry, I gotta go, see you soon"

Before I could answer, he had already hung up.

Well, now my mood is clearly better. Just an hour, and I will be warm and in the arms of a loved one. From one thought, my mood became better and better.

Before I went home, I went to the pharmacy. While I was buying medicine for myself, my phone rang and the name of the person I needed so much right now was displayed on the phone screen.

"Hey baby, are you free?" I asked and heard there was music playing in the background.

“My love, listen...I'm sorry, but can I see you tomorrow? I'm really sorry, but this meeting is very important and I only need one evening and tomorrow I'm all yours. Promise"

My heart skipped a beat at his words. Seriously? Again?

“Tim, look, I don’t want to distract you, but maybe you can come to my place later? It doesn't matter how late it is. I will wait for you. Everything is fine, but I would not like to be alone today, ”I asked, although I already knew in advance what he would answer me. This has already happened. Timothee was so engrossed in his work that we didn't see each other for about a month.

“No, baby, go to bed, don't wait for me. I will be late. I want you to get enough sleep."

Yes, I thought, of course. He just did not know that I had not slept normally for 2 nights. I didn't want to tell him, but still... So, okay, I told myself, it's time to be a big girl and not be so needy. You can handle everything on your own.

"Yeah ok. I'll see you another time" I said and turned off my phone. I didn't want to listen to what he had to say. I've heard it 1000 times already. I didn't blame Timothee. I knew what I agreed to when we started dating, but still, like a stupid girl, I hoped for a miracle. We all want a miracle sometimes, right?

But we live in the real world, so I took a taxi and drove home. The drive home took me about an hour.

When I entered the apartment, I immediately smelled my favorite food. What? When I entered the kitchen, I saw Timothee cutting vegetables.

" Timothee? What's happening?" Seriously what?

When he heard my voice, he turned around and looked at me with a smile. But as soon as he saw me, the joy in his eyes immediately changed to excitement.

"Oh, baby, how are you feeling yourself?" he asked me.

"I'm...great," I said, but was caught in a lie when I started coughing loudly.

"Yeah, I see," Timothee said with a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

“Timothee, what are you doing here? You said that…" 

“I know what I said and I'm sorry about that,” he interrupted me, “I was in a meeting, but your voice seemed strange to me, so when you hung up, I started calling you again, but your phone was unavailable. Then I called you at work, in case you were still there and I could pick you up, but you weren't there anymore. Your colleague answered my call and said that you had already left and that you had been feeling unwell all day. That's why I left early to take care of my girl."

I didn't want to cry, but my eyes were starting to fill with tears.

"Tim, you shouldn’t..."

“Of course you should. I'm sorry baby" he said and hugged me, pressing his lips to my forehead.

"God, you're hot" Timothy said and looked at me

"Thank you?" I smiled

“I'm serious, you have a fever. How long have you been feeling unwell?” he asked seriously

I lowered my eyes to the floor and replied, "Well ... since yesterday .."

"And you went to work?"

“I couldn’t leave, I have deadlines”

“And you didn’t tell me that you feel bad,” he began to scold me

"I didn't want you to worry"

“But what about the talk that we are partners and …” he continued, but when a tear rolled down my cheek, he immediately fell silent. God, I've become so sensitive that it's annoying

"I'm sorry"

“No, forgive me. I love you. Will you let me take care of you" he asked gently and pressed his lips to mine for a moment, but I immediately recoiled

"Don't kiss me, you'll get sick"

"Try to stop me and see what happens" he said and pressed his lips against mine again. I missed him so much that this time I did not resist. As he backed away from me, I whispered, “Thank you. I missed you"

“And I missed you. So much. Now go wash your hands, dinner is almost ready" said Timothee and turned me towards the bathroom.

"Yes sir" I said with a smile. My recovery will definitely be quick.

Whiskey Kisses

Idk there's something about Billy having a rough day and using you to make himself feel better that gets to me.

Billy Russo x female reader (no descriptions)

Warnings: oral (f receiving), dirty talk, inappropriate use of expensive whiskey.

So Billy is having a hard couple of days at work, he hasn't been home in two days. He's frustrated, he misses his wife and the knowledge that she's probably missing him too is killing him.

He gets aggravated at the people around him for keeping him away from you. He misses you to no end as he can imagine the way you've probably slept on your shared bed, clutching one of his t-shirts as you sleep.

He sighs angrily, thinking about the ways you'd probably welcome him home, with your body spread open on the bed, looking like the vixen he knows you are. He starts hating the people keeping him here. He gets aggressive, yells any command he makes until even his workers wishes he would go home.

When his secretary spies you walking up to her during lunchtime, you can see her visibly sighing in relief.

You chuckle "That bad huh?"

"You have no idea," she mumbles, "He's free for an hour, so you can go on in." You shoot her a wink and head to his door.

You step into his office and close the door. He's busy at his desk and doesn't look up when you walk in. He looks pristine, no indication that he hasn't slept in two days and probably showered in the gym downstairs. You gently lock the door behind you and lean against it, waiting for his acknowledgement.

He lets out a furious huff, but still doesn't look up. "This better be fucking good Marissa."

You don't say a word, waiting for him to look up.

He sighs again, "What-" he freezes when he sees you.

"Mister Russo." You start, your voice unwavering, "Care to explain why I slept alone in our bed for the last two nights?"

He knows you're not mad, can't believe he got someone as patient and kind as you to marry him. It feels like a dream that he never wants to wake up from.

He runs a hand down his face, letting his aggressive persona drop. He gives a little roll to his shoulders.

"Mrs. Russo, you would not believe the day I've had." He clears a spot on his desk in front of him for you to sit. He knows how you love sitting on his desk.

You give an adorable smile and saunter up to his desk. You quietly pull your coat off and drape it over one of his chairs. When he sees the tight little black dress you're wearing underneath, he groans. "I fuckin' love you babygirl, c'mere." He begs, tapping the open space in front of him.

You giggle as you slide onto his desk. He tilts his head up and you move yours down so that your lips meet somewhere in the middle. Your hands interlace in the space behind his neck and his large hands move to cup at your thighs. You can feel the metal of his wedding ring against your skin and you feel arousal start to pool at your core. This man is all yours.

Billy's lost in the space between your lips. He's enraptured by the taste of your tongue. It reminds him that he hasn't licked your sweet pussy in so long.

"Please." He murmurs against your mouth. You feel his warm hands moving up under your dress. His fingers curl around the waistband of your panties and give it a gentle tug.

Your run your fingers over his bearded cheek, breaking the kiss.

"Can I help you with something, Mister Russo?" You tease.

His eyes are closed, his forehead pressed against yours. He thinks about demanding a taste, but he's already on thin ice as it is.

He realises that the only way to get what he wants is to ask nicely.

"Need to bury my face in your pussy, want you to cum all over my tongue."

You touch the tip of his nose gently, "What's the magic word?"

If you were anyone else, he'd break fingers for demeaning him like this. For you, he opens his eyes and murmurs a quiet, "Please"

You shift your weight slowly from left to right, letting Billy shimmy your panties down your thighs.

He breathes a sigh of relief when he gets them off. He pushes your dress upwards so that your ass is bare against his desk.

He takes his time, moving each of your legs over his shoulders. You lean back and brace yourself on your elbows, eager to feel his hot tongue against your folds.

From this angle, he can see how wet you've gotten. All for him. He thanks whatever God there is that he has you in his life, warming his bed, filling his heart, holding him close. He definitely doesn't deserve it.

"This all for me baby?" He asks, using his thumb to spread your slick around. You're gasping as he grazes your clit. He gives one harsh swipe of his thumb against your bud and you jerk. "Answer me."

"Yes! Yessss. All for you. I'm yours and only yours."

He smiles at that. And before you know it, he's buried his face between your thighs. You give a stifled whine, trying your best to be quiet.

It's hard to be quiet when Billy's doing everything he can to make you scream. He licks at your pussy, moving from your entrance to your clit at a generous pace.

Your back arches, but there's not much closer he can press his face to your heat. He wraps his arms around your thighs, locking you in. You buck and moan against him, savouring the feel of his tongue laving at you.

Billy's in heaven. He doesn't think anything could taste better than you until an idea sparks in his mind.

You watch him reach for a glass of whiskey he had been drinking earlier before you arrived. He pauses his torture to look up at you.

"Do you have any idea how much a bottle of this whisky costs?"

Getting your mouth to say actual words is hard enough, guessing the price of the amber liquid swirling in his glass is basically impossible.

"Uhhhm, a thousand?" You ask.

Billy laughs, running the cold glass over the tops of your thighs and watching you squirm. "Try five hundred."

That gets you alert. "Five hundred? Five hundred thousand?!"

He hums his confirmation. "So stay still, you don't want to waste a drop."

You're confused at first, until he buries his tongue in you once again. You resist the urge to throw your head back. You watch as he tilts the glass and gently pours some of his very expensive whiskey onto your pussy.

The liquid is cold and you gasp. You moan his name as you feel his tongue lick every drop.

He looks up at you, gauging your reaction. You're panting, eyes half closed, watching him intently. He does it again, dripping some whiskey over your clit and catching it with his tongue.

"Billyyy" you moan.

The taste of your pussy makes the whiskey taste that much better and Billy can't get enough. He moans, pouring more of his drink over you, licking you clean before doing it over and over again. Billy worships your pussy with his tongue, just like you deserve.

Your hands can't help but sink into his hair, tugging at the longer strands. He knows you're worked up and aching for release. When he's drained every drop from his glass, he sets it down and pushes two of his long fingers into you.

You throw your head back this time. Whining at the feel of his fingers and his tongue working you slowly toward your peak. You can feel your toes curling as he hits that spot inside you.

"Gonna cum Billy." You say.

You hear and feel Billy groan, his tongue pressed firmly to your clit. You know what he'd say if he had the willpower to pull away from you. 'Cum on my tongue baby, need to taste that sweet cunt.'

You hit your peak slowly, your orgasm spreading fire through your veins as you clench hard around his fingers. Your body arches and you come with a cry of his name.

He takes his time, licking you gently through your orgasm, watching you shiver and shake as you come down from your high. He knows an orgasm that intense is going to require a little bit of aftercare.

Billy is the fucking king of aftercare. He cleans you up, and pulls you off his desk so that you're perched on his lap, snuggling into his body. He kisses the top of your head as he lets you catch your breath. You can feel the bulge in his pants beneath your ass, but it's more of an effect of eating you out than a need for release.

You watch as he takes a wet wipe from a container in one of his desk drawers and clean the area of his desk where he just did those filthy things to you. You chuckle into his shoulder.

"What is it?" He asks.

"Nothing. I love you." You say, kissing his throat.

When the hour's up, you know you have to leave. Billy looks very unhappy when you stand. You kiss the crinkle in his eyebrow, your heart aching for your husband.

"Will I see you tonight?" You ask tentatively.

He stands, wrapping his arms around you tightly. "Nothing could keep me away." He murmurs into your hair. With one last kiss he lets you leave.

On your way out, Marissa gives you a large smile. You return her smile, "I'll think you'll find he's much better to talk to now."

"You're my hero." She responds.

You simply laugh and head out.