timothée chalamet requests

☾ request eleven

*smut

your pov

"Thank you." I say, relieved that I was no longer trapped after so many hours of walking, dancing, and posing for pictures in my heels.

Timothée smiled. "You're welcome."

As I was about to make my way to our bedroom, he grabbed me by the hand and pulled me close, dropping my heels on the floor.

He kissed me. "Hmmm...have I ever told you how much I love you?" he mumbled against my lips.

"Only about a million times," I say with a light laugh "maybe a billion times, a trillion even."

We continued pecking lips, our bodies closely pressed together and swaying in the middle of our home's entrance - no care in the world.

We finally stopped, Timothée caressing my face with his hands, thumbs rubbing my cheeks.

"I can't believe I get to spend the rest of my life with you." he smiles likes crazy.

"Neither can I."

He leans down, kissing me deeply. I wrap my arms around him as he holds me by the waist.

His hands roam down to my butt and he gives it a harsh squeeze, making me slip out a soft moan against his mouth; and we both laugh.

"I love you." I say, feeling my heart swell as I tell him those words for the millionth, the billionth, or trillionth time.

"I love you too."

We walk hand-in-hand to our bedroom, turning on the lights. Timothée starts taking off his watch at the desk where he keeps the case for it.

I leaned against the doorframe of the bathroom, watching him reach for his tie.

"Help me out of this dress, will you?" I ask and he turns around with a smile.

He comes over and grabs me by the shoulders, turning me around so my back faces him. He starts to undo the corset on my dress, and I feel relief as I get to comfortably breathe again.

We couldn't be bothered to change out of our wedding attire after the night ended. Timothée came home in slides, tired of his dress shoes.

I insisted on coming back in my heels, they're quite possibly the most beautiful ones I have ever owned - also the most expensive ones as well.

So, I wanted to wear them for as long as I could.

I smile to myself as he turns me back around to face him and tugs down my dress, letting it pool on the floor.

He takes my hand and helps me step out of it, taking in the sight of me with dilated pupils.

"Well, what do you think?" I ask, doing a spin for him, showing off my skimpy lingerie.

I'd put it on with the help of my bridal party before Timothée and I made our way home.

"What am I not thinking right now?"

"Want to take it off me?" I tease.

He nods, already running his fingers over the intricate lace patterned bra. He looks down and notices the garter around my left thigh.

"Didn't I take that off of you earlier?" he asks.

I nod. "Yes, but I put it back on. If you don't want to take it off I can do it myse-" I say, reaching down for it.

"No, no, no," he pushes my hand away "I'll do it."

He gets down on a knee, putting my leg up on his right shoulder.