a story in which timothée and norah become highschool sweethearts
or rather a story where timothèe and norah geek over each other to the max
*all lowercase is intended*
*contains mature content/triggering themes*
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norah
i lock the door behind us before timmy and i are falling onto the bed. i feel a little bad for doing this on the big sister i never had's bed, but sometimes we all have to make compromises.
"i don't want to overstep any boundaries, okay? what were you thinking we'd do?" timothèe asks, breaking away from the kiss. my heart begins to race even more. i prop myself up on my elbows before i begin to speak.
"i don't think i'm ready to have sex yet, if that's okay. but i don't know, some in the pants stuff is just fine. as long as we can keep the lights off," i explain, avoiding his gaze. i feel like i've disappointed him and taken away the high school fantasy of losing your virginity on prom night. "i'm sorry," i add.
"no, no, no, that's okay. that's why i asked, yeah? the lights stay off if that makes you comfortable, but say the words and we just cuddle. does that sound good?" timothèe asks, sitting down on the bed with me. he holds my upper thigh in support, instantly calming me down.
"that's perfect. i love you," i tell him before wrapping my legs around his sides.
the light from the street that seeps through the window catches perfectly on his face. timmy stares up at me, absolutely awestruck. "i love you," he says before grasping both sides of my face and pulling me to meet him. the kiss starts slow, but the pace is soon quickened; we're drunk, high, horny teenagers after all. his hands wander to my sides and slightly under my sweater. "can i take this off?" he asks gently.
i mutter a yes to him and keep eye contact as his cold fingers glide under my top. i raise my arms like a child as he grips the fabric and carefully pulls it over my head. it's dark, but i still feel like i should cover up. i cross my arms over my chest as his eyes stare into my chest.
"fuck, look at you. you're so beautiful," timothèe sputters out, running his fingers across my crossed arms. "do you want to put it back on? it's okay if you do," he reassures me.
"no, it's okay. i just want to keep my bra on," i tell him, removing my arms from my chest. i expose a nude coloured lace bra to him, and his jaw drops.
"yeah, that's fine. fuck nor," he grumbles before kissing down my neck.
he nips and sucks on his way down, leaving little marks for me to admire tomorrow. i lean my head back to give him more space, loving how his hot lips feel on my body. while he kisses my skin, he plays with my breasts over my bra. i let out a soft, breathy moan as he begins to leave hickies over my tits. as he does this, i run my fingers down his clothed chest.
"can i take your shirt off too?" i breathe out. my eyes are hooded as i look down at him. he removes his lips from my torso and leans back, allowing me access to the buttons. thankfully, he's already undone a few throughout the night. my fingers shake as i undo his shirt, with my adrenaline and anxiety racing through my veins. when it's finally unbuttoned, i pull it off his shoulders carefully. now, it's my time to admire him. he's skinny, yet his chest is somehow perfectly defined. timothèe watches me as i stare at his chest, his hands returning to my torso.
swiftly, he pulls me off of him and lays me down on the bed. in an instant, he climbs on top of me and kisses me again. he tastes strongly of the drink i had mixed him earlier, and the regular citrusy smell of his hair is tainted with smoke. he sucks my bottom lip into his mouth, pulling it with his teeth before letting it go. with that action, i can feel the arousal pooling between my legs. how is he so good at this? his hands travel down to my jeans and toy with the button. meanwhile, i run my fingers all over his chest and back, chasing the feeling of his skin against mine.
"i don't really know what i'm doing, nor, but i wanna make you feel good," timothèe tells me in a low voice as he attacks my neck once more. my pants button comes undone and he pulls down the zipper.
"don't worry about it, timmy," i watch as he hooks his fingers in my waist band and begins to shimmy my pants off. i instantly become more self conscious but i have to remind myself that it's timothèe—my boyfriend. he thinks i'm beautiful no matter what; even though my thighs look massive when i lay down. i let out a deep breath that i hadn't realized i'd been holding when he slides the pants off my legs.
timothèe rolls off of me and lays on his side next to me, guiding me over to kiss him once more. his hand wanders down my body, stopping to ghost over my clothed heat. "this is still okay?" he asks quietly. i can't do anything but nod at him.
his hand slips into my panties, and his two fingers run over my wet folds. i let out a sharp breath, overwhelmed by the sensation. i hungrily kiss him, entangling my hands in his curls. timothèe's pointer and middle finger easily find my clit and he begins to rub tight circles on it. at the sudden sensation, my grip on his hair tightens. my tongue dives into his mouth, eager to be close to him in all ways possible. instantly, i'm feeling a lot more sobered up.
i sling my leg around his, giving him a bit more access. i feel his finger slide down slightly, and he circles my entrance for a moment. when i don't protest, timothèe slips a finger into me. fuck, his fingers are so long; he feels so different from when i do it myself. i gasp at the intrusion and slide my hand down his naked back. after a moment of sliding one finger in and out of me, he adds another.
"timothèe," i breathe out as his thumb reaches for my clit. he hums at me to confirm he's listening. i swallow my pride and say, "feels good, just maybe curl your fingers while you're in there."
he nods his head and does as told; i throw my head backwards at the sensation. it's not just his fingers that feel wonderful, it's the fact that it's him in general. timothèe is intoxicating and erotic and everything in between for me, and i just can't get enough. i bite down on his neck to stifle a moan that spills out of me.
"fuck baby, you're so hot—moaning just for me," timothèe groans and quickens his pace. my nails dig into his shoulder as my breathing becomes more broken and rapid, overwhelmed by the feeling. after a few more minutes of this sinful action, my legs begin to shake around him.
"m'gonna cum," i mutter. he continues with his hand, but tilts his head to capture me in a heated kiss. the fire that been building in my stomach spreads all over me, and i let out a strangled moan as i release. he rubs me throughout my orgasm, and i have to pull his hand away once it gets to be too much. "i love you i love you i love you," i tell him repeatedly as i catch my breath. i can't even begin to imagine the strain he's feeling in his pants at the moment.
