I want to hear you say it

Part 1

You mounted the steps of Timothee's New York apartment, making your way up to his door. You could hardly keep your excitement contained, itching to tell your best friend the news. A smile beamed across your face as you remembered getting the call from Harry's publicist telling you he'd agreed to do the interview. You knew Timmy would be ecstatic for you even though he'd done an interview with Harry over a year prior. He was always excited for you though! Even when your achievements seemed so small in comparison to his.

Your train of thought wandered to the past, thinking about how much he had matured since you two were younger. He wasn't the little, awkward goofball who grew up in the apartment next to yours anymore.

When he opened the door and saw you, his hazel speckled light green eyes lit up. His feminine lips erupted into a huge smile, forcing his cheeks to protrude and define themselves in that way they always did when he was truly happy. You cherished every glance you stole when he looked like this.

His face was sharp in some ways, like the lines of his nose and jaw. But he also had such soft features, like his almond eyes, his pigmented lips, and his pale complexion that was so well complimented by the dark beauty marks scattered across his face and neck.

"(y/n)!" Timothee exclaimed, wrapping his skinny arms around you so tightly you could hardly breathe.

"Timmy," you pleaded.

"I can't help myself, I missed you," he whispered defensively, loosening his grip to plant a kiss on your forehead. His forehead kisses made you melt inside, and you had to work hard to keep it from showing on your face. "So, what were you so excited to tell me then?" He questioned playfully. He had this way of looking deep into your soul, even in the most casual settings.

"Ok, so-" you started, the excitement bubbling in your stomach. "Guess who got the exclusive interview with Harry Styles while he's in New York next week?!"

"(y/n), that's incredible," he was almost yelling. Grabbing both of your hands he started bouncing on his toes in excitement.

"I have something to ask you about it though," you said cautiously, looking down at your hands and fiddling with your thumbs nervously.

"Oh, really?" Timmy questioned, a lone ringlet of his lush chocolate curls falling between his eyes.

"I want you to come," you mumbled, reaching up to brush the hair from his eyes. "I mean, the interview is going to be focused on redefining what's considered masculine, and after the phone interview you guys did what could be more perfect than having you two on camera together."

He laughed. "I would love to come! I still haven't met Harry in person. Not to sound pretentious, but when we spoke on the phone last year, I felt like we really connected. He's a refreshingly genuine person.

You bit your lip, fantasizing about the two of them together with you, now that was an image. looking up only to notice that Timmy had been watching you. "What was that?" He inquired. He eyed you suspiciously, the corner of his lip curling up like he already knew exactly what you had been thinking.

You could feel the blood rushing to your face, turning it red with embarrassment. "Nothing, it was nothing!" You claimed defensively.

Timmy wasn't buying it though. He grabbed your neck with one hand and pulled up the hem of your dress with the other.

"What are you-"

"Shh," he cut you off, pulling your underwear aside and sliding his fingers inside you, forcing a moan of pleasure from your mouth.

"It doesn't feel like nothing," he teased, removing his fingers. He looked at them glistening and brought them to his lips. He ran his tongue along the length of one to taste your arousal before slowly pushing the other into your own mouth. "It doesn't taste like nothing either." He leaned in to whisper. "You want to suck his cock, don't you?" He demanded.

"Mmmm," you hummed, breaking from his eyes in embarrassment.

"I want to hear you say it," he ordered, tightening his grip around your neck.

"I want to suck your cock while Harrys inside me," you whimper.

"Good girl," he says as he pulls your hair aside and starts to work his way down your neck, kissing your skin passionately.

Gripping your thighs, he picked you up, forcing your legs around his hips. He turned around and propped you up on the dining room table. Getting on his knees, he reached up and pulled your underwear off, positioning himself between your legs. Looking up at you, he began kissing and sucking on the inside of your thighs, edging his way closer to your core. He teased until you couldn't keep your hips still, your body begging him to satisfy you.

Suddenly his tongue was on your clit, forcing you to gasp and moan in relief, laying back on the table. His tongue worked your clit with expertise, sending waves of pleasure through you, the building pressure bringing you to climax almost immediately.

Once you finally had the strength to pull your head back up, he looked directly into your eyes and moaned. "You taste so good ma fille chérie," knowing full well that calling you darling girl in French drove you wild. "Give me more," he whispered the command, turning his eyes back down.

Bringing his index finger to rest just inside you, he gave your clit one little lick before sliding his finger in the rest of the way. You grabbed his head and ran your fingers through his hair, his eyes still locked on yours. He added another finger, curling them at just the right angle to make you lose all control.

You gasped and moaned with intense pleasure, feeling the heat building again. You couldn't restrain your voice anymore and screamed out. "Fuck Timmy! Right there!"

You reached your limit as he increased the pace, your head falling back again as he adjusted his mouth to taste your every last drop.