timothée chalamet requests

☾ request twenty six

your pov

Timothée has his arm around me as we lay in bed on this Sunday afternoon.

With neither of us having to go to work, the house chores and errands done on Saturday, we'd settled on just watching a movie.

He'd decided to put on a two-hour historical movie. And it hasn't sparked my interest since it started. I don't know what possess him to want to watch such dull, yet often very violent, movies.

I'd assumed that I'd fall asleep while watching it due to boredom, but it wasn't getting to me at all.

Playing with my fingers as he focused on the movie, I spotted the remote beside him.

With a few seconds of pondering, I climbed on top of him.

"I'm trying to watch the movie." he said, moving his head to the side so he could see the TV.

I moved over to block his view. He moved his head to the other side, and I blocked his view once again. He sighed and rested his head on the headboard, looking at me quite tiresome.

"What?" he asks.

"Do you really want to watch the movie?"

He grabs my hand, interlocking out fingers. "Yes, I think it's interesting."

I scoffed. "I think it's boring."

He shook his head. "Only because it's not your kind of movie. You'd rather watch 13 going on 30 on loop than anything else."

I roll my eyes and turn off the TV.  "Wouldn't you rather do something more," I run my hand down his chest and slightly tug his shirt "I don't know, fun?" I question.

"Like what?" he asks, slightly raising a brow.

I leaned forward, our faces centimeter away from one another. He stares at me blankly, waiting for me to explain or suggest ideas.

But words won't suffice. I press a chaste kiss to his lips and plant some on his jaw.

I won't lie and say I'd rather do anything than watch that boring ass movie. But given the fact that I'm four months pregnant, my hormones don't make me want to do much of anything that doesn't have to do with arousal either.

Timothée chuckles. He grabs a hold of my face and presses our lips together, our breaths getting heavy, our hearts pumping faster and louder.

I pull away and lift his shirt up, sliding it over his head and toss it to the floor.

I go back to kissing his neck and trail along his collar bone, leaving prints of my lipstick down and around his bare chest and smooth skin.

When I continue to kiss near his belly button, he huffs and I take notice that my lips alone have already made him form a tent his boxers.

"Chérie?" he groans.

I look at him, leaning up to kiss his lips lazily.

"Hmm?"

"Can you..?" he trails.

"Can I what? Use your words. " I say, my hand gliding down his thigh and squeezing it.

He sighs and embarrassingly scratches the back of his head. "Blow me?" he asks.

I stifle a laugh and nod, climbing off of him. That was the plan after all.

He hooks his thumbs into the sides of his boxers and lifts up his butt, taking them off and tossing them to the floor to join his shirt; becoming bare.

He sits upright with his back against the headboard and I sit between his legs, viewing his strong and tall erection between us.

To my surprise, he leans forward and takes my face into his hands, kissing me passionately.

We disconnect lips and I kiss down his chest like he likes and like beforehand.

I wrap my hand around him, giving his tip a light peck, earning a low groan.

I smile to myself and rub my hand up and down him a bit, wrapping my lips around him after.

I sink my mouth down on him, as far as it can go before I even get to work on him.

I bob my head up and down, keeping my hand moving on him the whole time. Between sucking, he gathers my hair in a ponytail with his hand, pulling it slightly as he wriggles his hips.

He moans, his free hand pushing down on the back of my head.

I open my up eyes to look at him. His head is knocking against the headboard slightly, his face contorted, and his mouth slightly parted; letting the noises flow.

"Fuck, y/n." he moans, his hips starting to thrust.

I almost gag, but hold back and suck at a faster pace.

Within a few seconds of doing so, he begins to let out loud whimpers and finishes in my mouth. 

With a few more sucks, I swallow, pop my lips off of him and sit up.

He opens his eyes up and combs back his hair with his hand, letting out a satisfactory sigh.

"You're too good to me." he smiles a tired one.

I sit in his lap, kissing him. "I know."

"Don't you," he places his hands back on my butt "want me to return the favor?" he asks, then squeezing it quite harshly.

"Will you treat me as good as I do you?" I tease.

He smirks and shakes his head. "Even better."