timothée chalamet imagines

*back to work*

your pov

I rested against the doorframe, watching him chew on the end of his pen as his eyes locked onto the computer screen.

Every now and then he'll mumble words of the script and take the chewed up pen to write a few words down in the notebook he has.

He's been sitting there for hours. Hours.

I wouldn't necessarily call myself needy, but after not getting any attention from Timothée, I'd already become the definition.

As his brows scrunched, eyes still scanning the words, I walked over. Standing behind him, I placed my hands on his shoulders.

It felt like he could finally relax once I put my hands on him. "How's it going?" I ask, trying to read along the random part of the script.

"Good," he scrolled on the mouse "I guess." he says with a long sigh as I start massaging his shoulders.

"Take a break." I say softly, leaning over to kiss his neck. His eyes close and he leans back in the chair, getting rid of the slouch he's been stuck in for most of the day.

"I can't." he says slowly as I plant another kiss.

"And why not?" I ask, running my hands across his chest gently.

"I have a lot to go over," he mumbles "lots and lots of things to go over."

My hands come off him and I spin the chair around so he can face me. Then he opens up his eyes. "Just take a short break. Just five minutes, ten at most."

He starts to shake his head. "Y/n, I can-"

"For me?" I interrupt.

He takes my hand and sits on him, my legs on either side of his right thigh. He grabs a hold of my face, kissing me softly.

I smile against his lips as one of his hands roams my lower body and another sneaks it's way up my shirt. A light groan slips out of me as Timothée gives my breast a squeeze.

"Like that?" he asks, moving his lips along my jaw. As if he doesn't know I do.

"Yeah." I nod and reply breathlessly. He can turn me on within a matter of seconds.

He massages my breast some more, kissing and biting at the most sensitive spot on my neck.

I wrap my arms around him, slightly moving my hips forward on his thigh. I hear a low chuckle come from him as I then move them back.

His lips linger below my ear, he tugs on my earlobe with his teeth and grabs a hold of my hips; grinding them back on forth for me.

There I feel just the right amount of pressure between me and his thigh. "Fuck."

"That feel good?" he asks seductively.

"Mhm." I whimper, taking his hands off of my hips and grinding on him harder.

"Good girl." Chills run down my spine.

I slightly move left and right to get the feeling exactly how I want it to be.

The hairs on the back of my neck rise as I finally hit the spot I'd been trying to get. "Good girl." he repeats lowly, hand going into my bra to pinch at my nipple.

I rest my forehead against his, breathing heavily and along to the pace at which I'm grinding. I end up turning my head to the side, digging my face into his neck.

Not sure of where to even turn it at this point.

"Almost there?" he asks.

All I can do is reply with a whimper. The fabric of my underwear rubs against me perfectly and the feeling of his thigh just adds to the pleasure.

Our chests hit and I moan every now and then, the warm pit in my lower stomach growing.

"Fuck." I whine, throwing my head back as I feel the approach of my orgasm. It's the perfect opportunity for him to attack my neck with his lustrous kisses and bites. And he takes it.

I dig my nails into the side of the chair, grinding forcefully until my legs begin to shake. I take my hands off the chair and wrap them around him again, holding on like I'll never let go.

"That's it." he says as I moan uncontrollably in his ear and fully experience my awaited orgasm. I continue grinding on his thigh, fast as I work through it and slowly as I start to finish.

My hips come to a halt, but my legs continue to shake. Timothée places his hands on my thighs and rubs them to try to get them to stop and calm me down, but it's no use.

I catch my breath and feel the line of sweat I've developed on my forehead, wiping it away.

Timothée takes my head off of his shoulder and delicately holds my face in his hands. My heavy eyes open up to see him leaning in.

He pecks my lips once and kisses across my face repeatedly; leaving the last one to my forehead.

I study his concentrated expression as he moves around pieces of my hair and runs his fingers through it afterward.

He locks eyes with me and kisses me once again, letting it linger this time. With a slap to the ass he smiles, "Now let me get back to work."

A/N: i'm alive & i actually wrote this smut this time. still getting a little more comfortable w that. lmk what you think of it! ;)