Warning: Let me get this out of the way. It's a lemon. It has sex. IT'S A LEMON. IT HAS SEX.
If you're not comfortable with descriptive "scenes", do NOT read this.
Furthermore, to point out a few things, it's senior year and both Reader and Tim are 18.
The Dutch moonlight poured in the bedroom from the window, casting a surreal navy-white glow on everything. [e/c] eyes sparkled in that adorable way they did when their holder got much too excited for her own good. Those pools of infinite magic showed two emotions in their depths; love and lust. The only two he craved at the moment; the only two he needed. [h/c] locks splayed out beneath the lass in such a way which made it seem like a halo or a sun behind her. Messy, yes, but beautiful nonetheless.
Her head, turned to the right, was facing his shocked form as he stood in the doorway. Slack jaw, wide green eyes, and a violent blush covering his cheeks. "[y-y/n]?"
Those beautiful lips, painted a dazzling red, curved to a smirk and a nude arm lifted itself and motioned with a single finger- that 'come hither' finger motion accompanied with that same look on her face; it was nearly too much for him. "Tim~" She cooed, propping herself on her side with one elbow. Only then did he notice there was only one white sheet- draped only over her ample bosom and her butt- covering the seemingly glowing flesh of her bodice. "I've been waiting for you~"
The Dutch man gulped heavily, tugging on his scarf to loosen it up. It was getting hot, he was getting nervous, and everything on him seemed far too constricting. "Wh-Why are you-"
"Timmy, come on~" She cooed again, lifting herself to a sitting position. His eyes widened when she didn't seem to care about the sheets falling from her body. The blush on his face only darkened when he couldn't seem to pull his gaze away from those perfect breasts. "If you like what you see so much, why don't you come and take it~" She whispered in, possibly, the utmost seductive tone he had ever heard.
His eyes steeled as he looked to her and he pulled off his scarf, allowing it to linger in his loose grasp by his side. "Is this a one-time fling?" He inquired in a highly demanding tone.
She shook her head, that smirk turning to a perverse smile. "I'd love you to take me more than once, Timmy~"
Tim gasped as he sat up in bed, the real world crashing down on him all at once. He ran a hand through his blond locks and let out a deep exhale. Yet another dirty dream about his crush of 5 years. The wet dreams started back in his sophomore year of high school and they've only gotten worse since 'the incident', as he still called it.
He had to pick his little sister, Emma, up from Band Camp one day and he so innocently went into the football boy's locker room in search for her. How was he supposed to know they used those locker rooms as well? When he turned a corner, he got a face full of a naked [y/n]. The lass was redressing from her marching uniform to more casual clothes, yet he couldn't find it in him to look away. Not until she had a pair of shorts and a tank top on, anyway.
Since then, the dreams got worse and worse- from him attaining pleasure from her to her offering herself to him; the latter, to him, was much more enticing.
A glance at his alarm clock told him that he woke up five minutes before his alarm was to go off. He sighed heavily. Another cold shower day, it seemed.
It was nearly six in the morning, and Tim had to get ready for another day of his senior year. A sigh escaped him as he reminded him the same thing he reminded himself every morning; if he doesn't act soon, senior year will be over and she'll forever be out of his grasp. He always wondered exactly how he should tell her about his feelings- or even show her, since he has never been the best with words- and yesterday, he hatched a brilliant idea.
Red tulips, to be exact. He had overheard a conversation between [y/n] and his younger sister about what flowers they found most romantic. [y/n] had said 'tulips'. When Emma asked why, she replied with a cute 'they're simple and hold an almost child-like beauty that, in my opinion, cannot be rivaled'.
He smiled warmly, knowing that he could do this. She was definitely smart enough to figure out that tulips were the unofficial flower of his homeland, and that red ones meant love. There was only one Dutch student in the school, after all. It shouldn't be that hard to narrow it down to him. At the same time, it was a small and subtle hint that would require a bit of thinking before the lass would be able to figure it out.
Tim turned his alarm clock off before it rang and only annoyed him further before walking to the bathroom to get ready for the day.
The secretary of the school was the one to open up the school, and Ms. Samm didn't arrive at the school until seven A.M. If he timed everything correctly, he would need to leave at six-thirty, leave the family flower shop by six forty-five, and have the tulip in her locker by seven-fifteen. Well, that is, if Ms. Samm would actually hand over the keys to her locker.
"What do you want with the keys, Tim?" The raven haired lass asked, raising a brow at his request.
He grunted, checking his watch for the time. He was one minute behind schedule and if he didn't hurry, the lass would make her appearance before he could get it in her locker. "I want to put this in there." He said bluntly, holding up the flower.
The sparkle in the secretary's eyes told him everything he needed to know; she knew this was his subtle way of confessing. She quickly opened a drawer and handed over the keys, pausing only to tell him knowingly, "I won't tell a soul."
By the time he had returned the locker keys to the older lass, the item of his affection stuffed within his crush's locker, said crush walked boldly into the office. His eyes locked with her shining [e/c] ones. "There you are, Tim!" She said happily.
He nodded and tilted his head slightly, a silent question of why she was looking for him.
"Did you finish the history homework? I got all but three done, and I can't figure those out." She offered with a sky blush that made his insides turn.
A nod was all he offered. She waited for him to speak, though. So, with a held-in sigh, he spoke. "Ja. Come with me to get it out of my locker." He said in an almost commanding tone.
[y/n] seemed relieved to hear this, ignoring the way Samm was watching them. "Good. I have to put my bag in my locker, anyway."
At that point, he didn't know if he should be happy or nervous to know that his top locker was only four lockers away from her bottom one. Without showing any sort of emotion, he lead her down the halls and to the lockers. He swiftly opened his rigged locker and pulled out the history book only long enough to get the worksheet out of it. That's when he heard her gasp and almost literally heard the blush that rose to her cheeks.
"T-Tim?" She stuttered out, pulling the tulip from the locker gently. "Did you see who put this here?" She asked, feeling the petal's smoothness with her dainty thumb.
He looked over to her and shook his head. "Nee." He said curtly, stiffly handing her the worksheet and absconding from the halls.
Tim vowed to never watch her pull the flowers from her locker again.
"I know it was you, Timmy~" [y/n] cooed from her place atop him. She had one leg on either side of his waist, straddling both him and his hardened need. Her small hands and dexterous fingers ran down his toned chest, a light and teasing touch that went from his shoulders to the hem of his boxers.
He shivered and shook his head, gulping audibly. Tim was glad he didn't speak much, because at this very moment, he didn't trust his voice one bit. The way her hungry [e/c] eyes drank him in did absolutely nothing to calm his roaring nerves- nor his pounding heart.
She smiled seductively, her tongue snaking out to lick her upper lip before she took her bottom lip between her teeth. "Timmy, don't lie to me~" She allowed her face to get close to him and she briefly took his ear between her teeth. "Lies won't get you any farther with me." Her dark whisper sent far too many shivers up his spine.
"Nee..." He grunted out, quickly swapping her positions and pinning her beneath his much larger form.
That hungry, possessive, and once dominant look in her eyes swiftly turned timid and much more lustful. Those beautiful lips of hers parted for a brief moment for her to say two words that turned him on much more than they should have.
The sound of the bells on the door to the family's flower shop pulled him from his absurdly dirty thoughts. However, the person who walked through seemed just as shocked to see him as he was to see her. [y/n] had never been here before, and there were three other flower shops in the remote area, so how on earth did she narrow it down to this one so soon? He mentally cursed as she walked up to the counter and offered him a sweet smile.
"Do you work here?" She inquired curiously.
He nodded. "It's my family's shop."
She nodded briefly. He barely had time to note the look in her eyes as one of solving a puzzle before she nodded again, the look swiftly vanishing from those enchanting [e/c] depths. "Who works here in the morning?" She asked yet another question.
His brows furrowed, knowing what she was looking for. He wasn't going to give her the answer she wanted, though. "At what time?"
A shrug was her answer. "Well, when do you open?"
He nodded, pointing at a paper taped up on the wall behind him. Every day, Monday through Saturday, they opened at eight in the morning- almost an hour after what she was looking for. "My mother works mornings and I work evenings."
Her brows furrowed, obviously not liking the answer he had given her. "What about your father?" She asked, genuine curiosity now lacing her tone of voice.
He shrugged in response. "He works at the cafe we own with Emma."
The lass nodded curtly, looking thoroughly confused about her situation. However, before she could speak, he spoke first- for the first time since they had met. "What are you looking for?"
Her eyes widened, obviously not expecting that. "W-Well, all of the flower shops open at eight or eight thirty... I'm trying to find out who left that tulip in my locker this morning, but the shops open too late for someone to have stopped by before school." She said, a little hint of sadness in her voice.
"Do you need help?" He asked before he could stop himself. Dammit, why did he offer to help! She was going to find out it was him sooner or later, and he preferred later much more than sooner. It would give him time to get over his lust for her. Well, try to.
She smiled warmly at him and nodded, pulling out a slip of paper which was printed from a website. His eyes read over it for a moment. "According to this websites, different flowers have different meanings. Is that true?"
He handed her the paper back and nodded briefly. "Ja." He offered.
"Can you tell me a little about that, then?"
He nodded, offering the tiniest of smiles before taking her hand and leading her further back in the shop. He was happy he wasn't facing her, since the blush on his face was showing brightly. Had he been facing her, though, he would have seen the happy look on her face, the bright crimson blush on her own cheeks, and the smile on her face. He let go of her hand to reach into his pocket and unlock the back door- which lead them too the green house portion of the shop.
Tim thanked the heavens for his sensitive ears. Had they not been very sensitive, he wouldn't have heard her breath hitch at the sight of the many different flowers they grew.
"It depends on the culture that you're thinking about. Most nations have a national flower, and to someone from that culture, it could mean a lot to them." He offered, leading her down rows of roses. "In some cultures, a red rose could mean love..." He offered, gingerly caressing a red rose to his right. "In others, it could mean eternal bliss, and even yet in others, it could mean 'mock love'." He offered.
He pulled away from the red rose to turn to the white roses behind him. "At the same time, a white rose could mean eternal love, never attaining love, or even something like dislike." He stated, taking a moment to caress the white rose as well. "It depends on the person's outlook, their knowledge of flowers, and even their feelings. Ivan's favorite flower is a sunflower, which means happiness in some cultures, wishfullness in others, and loyalty in some others. Yet, if he were to gift a girl with that flower, it could be his own way of offering his love." He finished with a gentle smile at the rose in his hands.
A glance at [y/n] made his heart swell within his chest. The gentle, endearing smile on her face and the almost loving look in her eyes almost made him blush. He was a master at hiding emotions, though.
"You know a lot about flowers." She said gently, leaning down to smell the rose he held.
Tim nodded, casting his eyes in any direction but at her. "You learn a lot about something you're passionate about." He offered in an almost shy manner.
She giggled at this. [y/n] wrapped her arms around his shoulders briefly, stunning him in the process, and ran off shouting "Thank you" to him as she exited the store.
There he stood, frozen like a statue at her affection, before a large grin caressed his features. At least no one saw that.
Her blissful moans echoed throughout the room, resonating off of the walls and bouncing back to assault his senses. He could so easily drown in her; her scent of [perfume], her infinite pools of [e/c] that gave away her every emotion, the delicate feeling of her arms around him. He grunted slightly, continuing his assault.
Two of his fingers- much larger than hers- were pumping in and out of her at a needy and fast manner. Her [h/c] hair was splayed out behind her randomly and her smaller hands were grasping at every portion of the bed as she squirmed and writhed beneath him. "Fuuuck!" She moaned out, squeezing her eyes shut in bliss.
Tim couldn't stop his mouth from watering at the sight of her. A small layer of sweat was already beginning to make portions of her skin shimmer in the moonlight. Unbeknownst to his conscious mind, his tongue snaked out to lick his lips. He wanted her. He needed her. He wanted to take her entirely. He needed to taste her- from her own sweet mouth to the juices between her nether lips. He simply craved her, and no amount of her could ever sate his cravings.
She opened those beautiful, lust-clouded eyes to get merely a glance at him. He swiftly moved his head in a south-bound manner, causing her already labored breath to worsen. "T-Tim? What are you doing?" She asked in a confused manner. However, once his tongue connected with that sensitive little bud of hers, the most delicious and loud moan escaped her lips.
Tim sighed, putting yet another red tulip in her locker. It's cost him three weeks and seventeen days of the same flower and yet there was no sign of her realizing it was him. He was close to giving up, but he couldn't dare do that now. Those dreams that used to haunt him nightly had been reduced to once a week. His lust for her fell while his love for her grew. Yet, he couldn't help but feel disheartened. She was a smart woman, so how had she not realized it yet?
When he returned the keys to Samm, she giggled at him briefly.
He furrowed his brows and narrowed his eyes at the woman. "Wat?" He demanded.
She giggled again. "Oh nothing. There was just a little woman asking me what red tulips meant yesterday. I told her I'd ask someone before replying to her, though." She offered, waggling her brows at the Dutch student. "What do you want me to tell her?"
"The truth." He said curtly. "To a Dutch man, it would mean everlasting love."
Tim walked out before the secretary could tease him further, only to see [y/n] hurriedly rushing to her locker with a determined look on her face. He smirked slightly, loving her determination to figure something out. He heard the locker door open as he turned the corner, out of her sight, and heard her groan loudly.
"If I knew who was giving them to me..." She said loudly, in a frustrated manner, as though she was ready to hurt someone.
[y/n] pulled Tim back up to her, her nails digging into his back in a way that he could only wish would hurt. He never knew himself to be a masochist, in any sense of the word, yet feeling her claw his back sent waves of pleasure straight to his groin. He couldn't do this much longer; he could barely stand where they were at now.
Her mouth connected with his, sloppily and hungrily trying to figure out every nook and cranny of his mouth. With his own tongue, he coaxed hers to calm down and move with his in a passionate way. He moved his kiss from her mouth to her neck as he aligned himself with her opening. He teased her slit with the tip of his dick and that was when he was positive he couldn't hold back much longer. Before he could ask if she was sure about this, her legs wrapped around his waist.
"Hurry, Timmy~ I can't handle this teasing~" She moaned out, shaking with what he could only hope to be anticipation.
He grunted in agreement before fully sheathing himself within her. She clawed harshly at his shoulder blades, a silent statement of pain. He stayed still for her, not wanting to see her in pain- even in his dreams. He kissed everywhere on her that he could reach. Oh how he wished he could whisper those sweet nothings to her that he had heard so much of. However, when it came to things like that, words weren't his strong point- actions were.
She began to relax, no longer clenching tightly around him, and gave him the okay. When he slipped out and back in, slowly for fear of any lingering pain, she let out a feral moan. He clenched his teeth and did so again, a bit faster than the time before. Slowly but surely, he began pounding into her at a smooth pace. Her moans were frequent, yet not too much so, for he couldn't keep his mouth from hers for too long.
Tim sighed, entering the school with yet another tulip in hand. Following his morning ritual, he stopped by the office long enough to get her to hold the flower while he went to put his bag away in his own locker. He opened the locker, not paying too much attention, and kept his gaze on his bag as he pulled it off of his shoulders.
Before the messenger bag went to the locker, his eyes caught sight of a large bundle of red. His brows furrowed as he looked up- seeing a full bouquet of red and white tulips. His cheeks burned at the thought of these two mixed; everlasting love and a question of worthiness. Just as he picked the bundle up carefully from his locker, he heard a very familiar voice.
"It was smart, you know." She said, smiling at him as he turned to look at her with wide eyes. "You were hiding right under my nose this whole time." She concluded confidently, a blush rapidly making its way to her own cheeks. "I'm not sure if I'm worth the love you're promising, but I can tell you that I do love you, too." She said, somewhat shyly, and looked off to the side.
Tim dropped the bag and rushed up to her, pulling her into his embrace and connecting his lips to her own.
She seemed tense and shocked for a small millisecond before she kissed back with almost as much passion as he had pouring into the kiss. He hands slowly made their way around his neck and pulled him down slightly to deepen the kiss further- much to his slight amusement.
"AWWWWWWWW!" A loud and feminine voice yelled happily.
The new couple parted quickly, looking over with wide eyes to see Ms. Samm practically fangirling over their new status. Tim snorted a laugh, placing another chaste kiss on her cheek.
"Ik hou van jou." He whispered, looking lovingly into her happy [e/c] eyes.
She smirked. "You're lucky I looked that up last night. And I'm sorry if I butcher your language, but Ik hou ook van jou." She said, blushing heavily as he chuckled slightly at her pronunciation of the statement.
"It could use some work, but nothing a little time won't fix." He admitted, leaning his forehead against hers.
She leaned up just enough to steal another chaste kiss from him before sighing contently.
Her moans got louder as he continued, trying hard to steel himself. His right hand pried her left one off of his back so he could entwine his fingers with hers. The only thing in the way of their hands completely touching was the little golden band on her ring finger. He smiled warmly down at her, seeing her [e/c] eyes open as to show him the small tears of pleasure along her water line.
He readjusted himself ever so slightly and with another thrust, her lips parted to allow her to howl in pleasure. Her eyes went wide for a moment before squeezing shut again. "Th-There!" She cried out in pleasure again as he hit the spot a second time.
He smirked, knowing how hard it was to find the g-spot of a lady. He snapped his hips powerfully, hitting that spot with more force that caused a near-scream to force its way from her vocal cords. Her walls were constricting every time it was hit, tightening around his thick length and causing his to grit his teeth. It was so hard to keep from bursting at this moment, but he had to allow her to feel bliss before he allowed himself to. Yes, he knew it was rare for a woman to come first during her first time, but if he already found that special spot for her then he could definitely hold out.
As much as he tried to keep the speed at medium and not thrust erratically, it was near impossible. The thrusts became less even, more oddly timed, frantic, faster, and mostly needy. He needed her to finish- and quickly- because he wasn't going to hold out much longer. The clenching of her walls was almost literally milking him.
He did it though. He held out. Her screams got louder before they progressively weakened, the breath getting taken away from her. She let out one final breath of his name before her walls clamped down harshly on his dick. He grunted, burying his face in her shoulder to hide the embarrassing looks he was surely giving, and thrust twice more before spilling over.
It was right to wait, no matter how long. He knew this most of all- seeing that it was definitely worth having every naughty dream play out for him in one night.