timothée chalamet imagines

*loud*

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"Fuck." I pant as Timothée flops down beside me.

He puts his arm around me, kissing my sweaty temple. The scent of sweat and sex fills up our hotel room completely.

"How was that?" he asks.

I turn on my side to look up at him. "It was okay."

"Okay?" He knows I love to tease him, even for no reason.

"Okay." I nod.

"It didn't sound like it was 'okay' when you were screaming my name and begging me to go harder, telling me not to stop." he smirks.

My face goes hot, making me feel embarrassed.

"Shut up." I tell him. Of course it was amazing, it always is.

He chuckles, giving me a kiss. The kiss turns into a long one, picking up passion as we lightly moan and whimper for more touching like earlier.

The ringing of the phone interrupts us and we pull away. Timothée leans over, picking it up.

"Hello?" he says. His eyebrows scrunch and he scratches the back of his head. "Okay, yes. So sorry." He sighs. "You too."

He hangs up and puts the phone back on its stand. He lays on his side, looking at me.

"Who was that?"

"Someone from the lobby."

"The lobby? Why would they call us?" He starts to laugh, leaving me confused. "What?"

"It was a noise complaint from the rooms next door," he says and I instantly bury my face into my pillow "and from the one upstairs."

"Oh my God." my voice muffles.

He takes my face out of the pillow so I can look at him. "There's no shame in being loud, y/n."

"There's shame in the fact that we got a noise complaint from three different rooms."

"Embrace it." he whispers and kisses me again.

I laugh and wrap my arms around him, tucking my face into his neck. He rubs slow circles on my lower back with his thumb.

"Want to see how quiet you can be instead?"

A/N: definitely going to delete later.