timothée chalamet imagines

tanning

timothée's pov

"You couldn't wait for me? y/n asks.

I pick my head up from the folded towel and rub my eyes open. "You were taking too long."

She's starting to put sun tan oil on her arms.

"Get my back?" she asks, shaking the bottle.

I nod, getting up from the chair. I grab the bottle from her hands as she lays down on her stomach like I just was doing a few seconds ago.

"Can I undo these?" I ask, pulling slightly on the knotted strings of her top.

"Yes." she says and I do so, moving the strings to her sides so her back is bare.

I put the sun tan oil on my hands and rub them together, smoothing it over her back and rubbing between her shoulders.

"Feel good?" I ask.

"Mhm." her voice muffles as her head presses down into the towel.

I move down to her legs, massaging the oil over them, making sure to get them evenly. My hands then begin to rub her butt slowly.

"Hey!" she laughs.

"What?" I chuckle "I have to get every spot."

"Don't get any ideas." she reminds.

"What ideas?" I smirk to myself after closing the bottle and setting it down on our patio floor.

"You know what ideas." she turns her head and looks up at me, smiling.

I lean down to kiss her. "Thank you." she says.

"You're welcome." I say and lay back down on my chair, looking over at her.

"What?" she asks.

"Nothing." I shake my head and close my eyes.

"Tell me!"

I open my eyes back up. "I can't stop thinking about your butt now."