Timothée Chalamet imagines 💗
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* = smut, events leading to smut/events after smut, and mentions of mature content.
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I stared at y/n as she looked down at her hands and played with them. The tears falling from her eyes fell onto the light-grey couch, making dark grey-toned splatters.
She stood up, wiping them away and bent down to pick up her purse.
"Don't go." I grabbed her hand and stood up.
She just looked up at me, my heart broke all over again. "Don't go just yet." I said.
Her lips quivered and she looked away.
My hand grabbed her chin, tilting it up to me softly and I leaned down to kiss her. Her lips soon began to move in sync with mine.
Her purse fell onto the floor and her hands were all over me in a second. Our breaths hitched and began getting heavy as the kiss picked up pace quickly.
I walked forward, pushing her backwards until we fell onto my bed with a soft thud.
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(that's what his apartment would look like so you get the whole 'couch to bed' scene.)
Her fingers ran through my hair as one of her hands held onto the back of my neck. I pulled away and left wet kisses on her neck.
Once I found her 'spot' she let out a groan, making me smile to myself. I love to hear it.
As I continued kissing on her neck, I trailed my hand up her leg slowly.
"Stop." she whispered.
I pulled my face out of her neck and looked at her. "What's wrong?"
"All of this." her eyes closed as more tears fell.
"Y/n."
"What?" she sighed.
"Look at me," my hand grazed her cheek and her face scrunched, shaking left to right as in 'no' "look at me, please."
I waited a few seconds and she finally did, making my heart break all over again.
"I love you."
"No," her head shook roughly this time "no, you don't."
"I do," I nodded quickly "I love you." my voice began to crack, making me cry even harder than I did earlier on that couch like she.
"Timothée," I stared at her deeply "I can't stay."
"You can," I grabbed her arm, kissing up and down all over it "tell me what I have to do to make you stay." I practically begged.
She was to the point of sobbing now, no longer sniffling rapidly to get some air, but breathing heavily in and out with her mouth.
"There's nothing you can do." she put her hands on my chest, pushing me off of her.
I sat down next to her as she stayed laying down, looking at the ceiling. I stared at her, hoping she'd give me another chance, or waiting for her to walk finally would out.
