timothée chalamet imagines

*make up*

timothée's pov

"So what?" I sipped some water.

"So what?! Do you not see the issue with that, Timothée?!" she screams my name.

I set my glass down. "I'd love for you to explain the issue to me, y/n, because I'm really, really not getting it."

"That girl was flirting with you at the store while I was standing right next to you! And you didn't even try to get her to go away!"

"It's not my fault I'm irresistible!" I flail my arms, almost knocking my glass over.

Y/n screams out a jumble of words, shaking her head. "I can't stand you, God!"

"Can't stand me at all?" I raise a brow "or can't stand being out in public with me when there's other girls all over me besides you?"

"Fuck you." she spits, stomping down the hallway that leads to our bedroom.

one hour later...

I tap her shoulder. "Y/n."

She moves away. "Stop."

"You can't be mad still."

She turns around to face me. "I am."

"Why?"

"Because. I'm your girlfriend and you let every other girl in existence get all over you."

"Not every girl," I shake my head "the majority of girls, yes." She hits my arm. "Ow!"

"You're such an ass." she pouts, starting to get off the bed.

I grab her arm again, pulling her back down onto it and wrap her in my arms tightly. "You're not going anywhere."

"Let me go." she wriggles.

"Relax." I whisper in her ear and she can't help but do just that in my arms. "I was just doing that to mess with you."

"Didn't seem like it."

"I'm just a really good actor, that's why you couldn't tell at the store."

She grins, losing it quickly. "You were messing around with that flirty girl."

I roll my eyes. "She was not flirting."

"Yes, she was! Oh Timothée, your hair feels softer than my silk bed sheets! Oh Timothée, your arms look so much stronger in person! Tim-Timothée, oh!" she mocks "Timoth-"

I cut her off by smashing our lips together. "Shut up." I mumble against her mouth.

Y/n cups my face in her hand and the kiss continues. I reach and pull up her shirt, she smacks my hand away disconnecting our lips.

"What are you doing?"

I toy with the edge of her shirt still. "What do you think I'm doing?" I question.

"Trying to get me to sleep with you."

I start kissing her again. "Is that what you think I'm doing, y/n?"

She finds strength to pull away from me once again. "Timothée!"

I roll onto my back, sighing frustratedly. "Stop yelling my name!"

"Why?"

"Makes me want to make love to you." I pout.

She chuckles, smiling seductively. "Really?"

"Really."

She trails her hands down my chest and over my abdomen, making me tense. She leans in, kissing me again.

I grab her hip, lying her down on her back and pinning her roughly to the mattress. "Let me make it up to you."

She gave a slight nod. I smile and give her quick peck, then, start undressing her.

While kissing, I cup her face in my hands, my thumbs accidentally wiping by her eyes. I look at them and show her the black smudges.

"Sorry." I apologize. I know how iffy she is about getting her makeup messed up.

She wipes her thumbs against mine, making the smudges disappear slightly. "Go ahead, ruin my makeup." she practically gives a free pass.

two hours later...

I kissed up and down her arm, intertwining our fingers tightly. She brought the blanket up and covered us both up.

She ran her fingers through my messy and semi-sweaty curls as her's laid everywhere.

"Why is make up sex so good?" she chuckles.

"I have no idea." I chuckle too.

She cuddles close to me, resting her head on my chest. I feel her lips peck the center of my chest, right where my heart is.

I wrap my arms around her, taking in a deep breath of her faded perfume.

"I'm sorry," I apologize "I should have left when that girl came up to me."

"Yeah." y/n says dryly.

"Hey," I say and she looks up at me "I don't want anybody else but you. You're mine, you've always been mine, you'll always be mine."

"Do you really mean that?" she asks.

"Every word."

She kisses me, groaning loudly once again as she crawls on top of me like earlier.

"You know I like to fuck with you," I slightly tug her bottom lip with me teeth "just to make up with you with you like this."

She smiles, nodding. "And it works every time."

A/N: definitely deleting soon!