timothée chalamet imagines

*dressing room*

timothée's pov

"I like this one." I say, pulling a hanger off the crowded rack.

"It's nice." she says looking at it, turning back to continue looking through the rack herself.

"Try it on." I wave it toward her.

"No."

"Try it on." I repeat.

"Timothée." she laughs and pushes my hand away.

"For me, please?"

She grabs the dress from my hand, walking toward to the dressing rooms at the back of the store. I follow right behind, excited for the show I'm about to be presented.

I sit on the chair outside of the dressing room and she locks the door.

"Do you want me to try on the dress you just gave me first or something else?" she asks.

"The one I just gave you."

About ten minutes have passed and she hasn't come out yet, I can see her feet moving around in the gap between the floor and door.

"You okay?" I ask.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Let me see."

"I-I don't really like it."

"You don't have to step out, I can go inside if you want." I say and she unlocks it seconds after.

I open the door and walk in, covering my eyes like a child with a stupid grin on my face.

"Open." she says almost timidly.

I uncover my eyes and gasp. "Wow."

She turns around and looks in the mirror, examining her body and the way the dress hugs it. She bites her inner cheek, something she does when she's unsure or uncomfortable.

"You look amazing." I stand behind her.

"You think?" her hands run over the little belly pouch that I absolutely adore.

"I don't think, I know."

"Thank you." she says. I lean over her side and kiss her cheek, making her blush hard.

"What are you trying on next?" I ask looking at the stack of clothes on the bench.

"I'll surprise you." she winks.

I smile and step out of the dressing room to sit back in the chair as she changes.

"Ready?" she asks after a few minutes.

"Yes." I stand up, ready to step into the dressing room again, but she opens the door all the way.

My jaw seemingly hits the floor as I gasp louder than before, in full of shock this time.

"Y/n.."

"Like it?" she runs her hands down her hips.

"I fucking love it." I nod, practically drooling.

She's wearing black lingerie, a one piece I didn't even realize she had grabbed. I step toward her, grabbing her hips and pinning them against mine roughly, making her smile.

I lean down to kiss her, she wraps her arms around my neck. I step in further, closing the door behind us and lock it.

"Are we really doing this?" she laughs, pulling away from our kiss.

"If you hadn't surprised me with this lingerie, we wouldn't have to be." I say and go back to kissing her, and she doesn't seem to mind.

My hands go behind her back, trying to find the tiny hook holding up part of lingerie. She reaches for it herself, undoing it.

Just as she's sliding off one of the straps on her shoulders, knocks on the door makes us freeze up like statues.

"Excuse me?"

Y/n quickly does the hook again, pulls up her strap, and stands behind the door to hide.

"Answer." she mouths to me just as the knocking starts again.

I open the door, peeking my head through the opening. "Hello." I smile at the worker.

"Sir, there's only one person allowed in each dressing room, everyone else waits out here."

"Oh," I say "I was-was just helping my wife with a zipper that got stuck."

"That's why we have people here in the store to help." they say.

"Right," I step out and close the door "sorry."

The worker looks at me awkwardly, hopefully buying everything I just said.

"Does your wife still need some help?"

"No-no thank you, I got it!" y/n yells.

The worker leaves and y/n bursts into laughter.

"HeR zIpPeR gOt StUcK." she mocks. I begin laughing and sit back down in the chair.

Y/n stays in the room for a few minutes and comes out, dressed in her regular clothes.

"Ready to go?" she asks.

"You have a whole pile of things left to try on."

"I don't need any more clothes." she says.

"You just said you did yesterday, that's why we're out right now."

She steps close, her face millimeters away from mine. "My love," she whispers "we need to get home and finish what we started."

I'm quick to my feet, taking her hand as we rush through the store. We pass the worker who disrupted us, making accidental eye contact.

Y/n and I are giggling like kids as we exit the store and practically run to the car to get home.

A/N: Saucyyy. I feel like Timmy would do something like this in reality & idk why.