timothée chalamet imagines

shaving

your pov

I bring my leg up to the edge of the tub and bend down toward my ankle with a razor in hand.

"UGH!" I grunt and throw the razor into the tub.

"Y/n?"

"WHAT?" I yell in anger.

Timothée opens the door. "What's wrong?" he asks, looking me up and down.

"Nothing." I shake my head.

He looks into the tub and grabs the razor. "Can't reach?"

I nod as tears fill my eyes and they begin to fall down my cheeks. Stupid hormones.

"Don't cry." he walks over to me, pulling me into a tight hug and kissing the top of my head.

He pulls away, looking down at the shaving cream from my leg now smeared on his pants.

"I'm sorry." I sigh.

"It's okay," he grabs a towel and wipes most of it away "Sit." he says closing the toilet lid.

"Why?"

"I'm going to shave your legs." he smiles.

"No, no, no." I shake my head.

"Come on."

"No!"

"Do you want to have hairy legs in the delivery room?" he asks raising his eyebrows.

I give in. "Just don't cut me." I say and sit on the toilet.

He wets the razor and sits on the floor. He reapplies some shaving cream to my leg as I rest my hands on my bump.

"Ready?" he asks looking up at me.

I nod and feel the razor touch my leg, making me jump a little. "Relax." he says as the razor slowly glides up my leg.

It feels like I'm holding my breath as he does three more swipes and finally rinses the razor out in the sink for the first time.

"Not too bad, right?" he asks going over my knee.

I try to look, but I physically can't. "Yeah."

"Almost done." he says doing the back of my leg.

He wets another towel and wipes off the rest of the shaving cream to get it all clean. I stretch my arm down, as far as it can go, to feel my leg. It's incredibly smooth, way smoother than how it is after I do it myself.

"Next one." I pick my other leg up a little, making him chuckle a bit.

Same process: wet the leg, apply shaving cream, wet the razor, shave, rinse razor, repeat.

Once he's finally done wiping my other leg clean, he gets up and grabs some lotion. I close my eyes and groan in relaxation as he massages my legs and feet. It's good to feel pampered like this.

"Thank you." I grin, opening my eyes back up to see him smiling right at me.

"You're welcome." he says getting up.

My eyes follow as he puts the towels in the hamper and the razor and shaving cream back into our shower caddy. He cleans the tiny puddle of water on the floor too.

He comes back up to me, leaning down to press a kiss to my bump before pressing one to my lips.

A/N: might delete!