timothée chalamet imagines

massage

timothée's pov

I shuffled in the bed, trying to get into any comfortable position that I could.

"Stop it." y/n groaned.

I sighed loudly and sat up. She sat up too, turning on the lamp beside her.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"My back hurts," I proceeded to rub it "I think I pulled something on set."

Her hand followed to my back too, rubbing it lightly. "I'm sorry baby."

It'd been about two hours since I took some over-the-counter meds, they weren't doing much, obviously. I can't have anymore for another four hours.

Y/n got off the bed and walked into the bathroom, quickly returning with a bottle of lavender scented lotion.

"What's that for?" I asked.

"I'm going to give you a massage."

"A massage?" I smirked.

"Don't get too excited," she laughed "take off your shirt."

I did as she said and tossed it on the floor, laying down on my stomach with my hands wrapped around one of our pillows.

Y/n sat down on me, well, on top of my butt.

"Just relax." she whispered.

I closed my eyes and heard her pumping lotion out of the bottle and rubbing it between her hands. I sighed loudly as her hands pressed to my back. "Does that hurt?"

"No," my voice muffled as I pushed my head into the pillow "it feels good."

Her hands worked from my shoulders, down my spine, and to the where it hurt the most, making me groan in slight pain this time.

"Sorry, sorry." she said.

Soon enough I was lost in relaxation, lost in her touch and in the scent of lavender. It seemed like I could fall asleep at any second now.

"You alright?" her voice startled me as she spoke right into my ear.

"I'm perfect." my groggy eyes opened up and I smiled at her. She gave me her a kiss to the cheek which made this all feel even better.

Her hands massaged right around my neck, making me accidentally moan. Y/n tried to hide her laugh that spit out every few seconds.

"Don't laugh." I smiled to myself, I wanted to laugh too though.

I chuckled, feeling her hands go down the sides of my waist and sneaking their way underneath me, gliding across the top of my chest slowly.

"Hey." I spoke.

"What?"

"You can stop."

"Are you sure?" she asked.

"Y-yeah." I stuttered.

"Okay."

She got off of me, my eyes following her as she went back to the bathroom with the lotion.

"Fuck." I sighed, finally being able to relax all my muscles nicely. Her massages work wonders every single time.

"Move over." she joked coming back to the bed.

I shuffled back to my side, still on my stomach.

She climbed in and turned off the lamp, her back faced me as it did before I woke her up.

I laid on my right side scooting toward her, putting my arm around her waist, tracing my fingers across her abdomen. "Thank you for the massage."

"Anytime."

She moved around, pushing her butt backward.

"Oh my God," she gasped "Timothée!"

"Sorry," I laughed nervously "you know I can't help but get excited around you."