timothée chalamet imagines

*before work*

another one of my friend's smut. quite filthy, like, omg. request what kind of smut you'd like (type/scenarios/themes) and my friend may be willing to write more if requested!

your pov

I opened my eyes slightly, seeing the sunlight come through the blinds and filling up the room way too much.

I rubbed my eyes fully open, exhaustion immediately taking over me. I turned on my side, grabbing my phone to check the time.

"Seriously?" I groaned lowly. It's 7:00 A.M.

I put my phone down and turn back on my side, gasping slightly at a wide awake Timmy.

"You just woke up and you're already in a bad mood?" he chuckled.

I wrap my arms around him, pressing a short kiss to his shoulder. "You know I hate waking up this early." I tell him.

He sighs, rubbing his hand up and down my back. "I know."

We hold each other close, resting in complete silence. I think he's fallen asleep when his hand suddenly leaves my back. I start to doze off.

The feeling of his hand along the waistband of my shorts wakes me right back up.

"What are you doi-"

"Just want to put you in a better mood." he mumbles, moving his face into my neck to press kisses on it.

I grip onto him tightly, mouth falling open as his hand swiftly goes into my shorts.

He rubs my folds with two of his fingers, thumb sneakily making its way to my clit. He rubs it in circles, pressing down on it slightly.

I moan softly, grinding my body toward him. He chuckles again, sliding those two fingers in me.

He takes his other hand, moving my face to look at him. He grins, leaning in to kiss me.

It's like he's capturing my moans in his mouth as he thrusts his fingers into me, making a scissoring action to follow after each one.

I rest my forehead against his, still moaning as he rubs my clit. "Fuck." I arch my back forward.

"Don't stop," I sigh "don't stop." I throw my head back, the perfect opportunity for Timothée to bite along my neck and jaw.

I entangle my hands in his hair, tugging at it as I lift myself on and off of his fingers. He laughs in self-satisfaction, half-sucked kisses making their way up to the back of my ear.

"Timothée!" I moan out with a crack in my voice, feeling myself start to orgasm. He keeps his fingers inside of me completely still.

I thrust myself atop of them, he's still rubbing my clit slowly so I can finish. When I do, I peck his lips and he pulls his fingers out of me.

He smiles at me, putting his fingers into his mouth, sucking on them. The sight is enough to make me moan again and blush hard.

He puts both arms on my shoulders, pushing me to lay on my back and he crawls on top.

I pull his face down to mine, kissing him. One of his hands pins down my hip as the other practically gropes my breast.

A moan falls off my lips as he traces the shape of my nipple with one of his fingers, atop of thin tank top. I can feel it instantly harden as he gets to pinching it.

He lifts up my top, exposing my left breast. Our lips disconnect, his attaching to my nipple.

His tongue swirls around it as he continues to play with the other. He sucks on it quickly, tugging at the sensitive bud with his teeth.