timothée chalamet imagines

*birthday sex*

here's another one of my friend's smuts. it is much dirtier than the beach one, so, yeah :)

once again: if there's hate or anything's all made awkward, this chapter will be unpublished.

your pov

I grabbed another red plastic solo cup and tossed it into the big garbage bag Timothée was holding open. My feet pad on the floor as we go from room to room.

Every step hurts from having worn high heels. The day has been so long that I haven't even changed out of my dress, Timothée still has on his button up shirt and dress pants.

It's my birthday today. Timothée surprised me with a nice and fancy dinner with our family and friends the evening before. Being the two people that we our in our twenties, we came back to our house right after dinner and threw a party.

The sun is barely coming up. I don't know how we've been able to stay awake. As I pick up another cup, Timothée slaps it out of my hands and it falls back to the floor.

"What are you doing?" I turn around to look at him.

He sets the garbage bag down. "We've cleaned enough today."

"We just started." I laugh, looking around at the mess that's still left.

He walks closer, pulling me into him by the waist and leaning down to kiss me. The taste and scent of alcohol still reminisces on our lips.

The kiss picks up passion as I put my arms around his neck. Timothée's hands hook around my thighs and he lifts me up, making me wrap my legs around his waist.

Still kissing, he walks around the house, crushing cups beneath his feet as he takes us to our bedroom. "Ow." I groan and pull away.

Timothée's hand immediately comes to the back of my head, rubbing it. "Oh, mon amour, I'm so sorry." he apologizes. He's bumped the back of my head into our bedroom's door frame.

"It's okay." I laugh, placing my hand on top of his. He pecks my lips once again, opening up the bedroom door for us. We go over to the bed, he takes me off of his waist, setting me on the floor.

My back faces him as he wraps his hands around my waist, pressing wet kisses on my neck. He pulls down the zipper of my dress all the way.

He slides off the straps, letting the dress fall down, pooling on the floor. I step out of it, kicking it away with my foot. He turns me around to face him, eyes wide and sparkling adoringly.

"Wow."

"Like it?" I run my hands down my sides.

He bites down on his lip. "I fucking love it."

I treated myself to a matching lingerie set for my birthday this year. A sheer, white, detailed, lace bra and a high waisted matching thong.

It makes me feel good to be dressed up in something like this, it's definitely not something I get to wear every day.

Plus, every time I do wear something like this, I get a 'special treat' - if you know what I mean.

He pulls me in by the waist once again, pressing his lips to mine. "You're so good to me." he mumbles, pulling my lower lip with his teeth.

"Get undressed." I tell him. He unbuttons his shirt as I crawl onto the bed, laying on my back.

I watch as he strips down to his just boxers, the rest our clothes scattered on the bedroom floor.