timothée chalamet imagines

"did you just bite me?"

your pov

I ran my fingers through Timothée's mess of curls. His arms wrapped around my waist, tracing circles on my back as he laid on top of me.

My eyes fluttered open and closed repeatedly as we watched some random, and quite boring, movie he'd been wanting to see forever.

My hand rested on the back of his head, the circles on my back stopped immediately.

"What?" he asked.

"This movie is so boring." my eyes closed, ready to fall asleep any second now.

His arms removed from my back and he held my hands tightly. I opened up my eyes to look down at him, his chin resting on my stomach.

"Ow."

"Sorry," he mumbled and laid his head back down like before to continue watching the movie "just a few more minutes."

"Your head is heavy, you know."

"I know." he chuckled.

I tried to watch the movie with him once again but I couldn't hold on any longer. Before I knew it, I fell asleep...

A ticklish feeling on my face started to wake me up. I swatted my hand across it and was then woken up completely with a loud gasp.

"Really?" Timothée held onto his cheek.

"Sorry," I bit my lip, trying to suppress my laugh "is the movie over?"

"No," he sighed "not yet."

I rolled my eyes. "It's been like two hours."

He stretched his arm out to the coffee table, grabbing the remote and turned off the TV.

"Why did you turn it off?" I asked "you've been talking about wanting to watch it for months."

"I'd rather be doing something else." he smirked.

He shuffled around on top of me so his face would meet mine. His large hands cupped my face as a goofy grin plastered against his.

He leaned down, giving me a quick peck on the lips before starting to kiss me fully.

My hands found his hair again, tugging at it softly. Our legs intertwined and his arms found their way around me once again.

Soft hums came from our mouths. Timothée's hands reached for the hem of my hoodie, well his hoodie, and lifted it slightly.

"Sit up." he whispered and I did so.

The hoodie came off and dropped onto the floor. He laid me back down and proceeded to take off his shirt.

Our kissing became sloppy. His lips traveled from my own, to my collarbone, slowly across my jaw and then into my neck.

I wrapped my legs around him waist as he sucked on the 'sweet spot' below my ear.

"That feels so good." I groaned.

"Mhm." his voice muffled deeply.

The skin sucking turned to little tugs, the feeling becoming even better if possible. Soon I was lost in the feeling completely.

Unaware of how rough he had gotten so quickly, my eyes snapped open.

"OW!" I yelled.

Timothée's head came out of my neck and he looked at me in extreme worriment.

"What? What's wrong?"

My hand reached for the spot in my neck. "Did you just bite me?"

"No." he shook his head.

I removed my hand and looked at it, fingers covered in tiniest drops of blood.

"Maybe." he scratched the back of his head.

I don't really like this one, might delete!