timothée chalamet requests

☾ request thirty

sweet request from someone who decided to stay anonymous! loved writing this one <3

your pov

I was slowly woken up by hot breath on the back of my neck and delicate kisses on skin.

"Mmm" I hummed, still half asleep. "Timothée?"

I felt his arm wrap around me, his large hand holding its place on my lower stomach.

"Yes?"

I stretched a bit, only feeling myself sink deeper into the bed and his arms. "What time is it?"

"Seven thirty."

With courage, I turned around to face him. And was immediately met with a kiss to the lips.

"Why did you fall asleep so early?" he asks.

Then the thought of why drained me. I sighed, wanting to close my heavy eyes again.

"I got my period."

He groaned a bit, kissing my forehead. "Do you need anything?" he asked.

I shook my head. "Just you."

He smiled softly and he leaned in to kiss me again. Pretty soon he was on top of me, his hand groping my breast harshly.

It hurt, as they're sensitive this time of month, but it also felt pleasurable.

"Can we...?" he asked the incomplete question as he kissed the side of my neck.

I gulped, already knowing what he meant without even having to say it.

He pulled away to look at me for a reaction or at the very most, a verbal answer.

"We don't have to, I know you're not always feeling the best at this ti-"

I shook my head. "I want to."

And his eyes lit up. "Really?"

I nodded. "Yes."

A part of me felt worried, thinking about the kind of mess we'd make. Another part felt relieved he'd brought up the idea himself and still wanted me while on my period - most guys don't even think about that or protest it.

He kissed me again, hands going beneath my shirt this time and sliding over my skin. Then they stopped with suddenness.

"You're not just saying yes because I want to, right?" he asked with hesitation.

"No, I want this," I kissed him slowly. "I want you." I practically whispered.

He smiled against my mouth and pulled away, getting off the bed. "I'll go grab some towels from the laundry room," he said, walking to the door.

But he stopped in his tracks before stepping a foot past it. "And I want you undressed by the time I get back." he stated with his back facing me and proceeded to walk away.

I felt heat on my face and climbed out of bed, feeling that feeling between my legs when I stood up. I groaned, feeling disgusted and now torn.

I meant what I said earlier: wanting this to happen and definitely wanting him.

Yet I couldn't help feeling the way I feel.

Nonetheless, I went to the bathroom and sat down on the toilet, dropping my shorts and underwear to my feet.

Sighing, I peeled the pad off, wrapped it up and threw it in the trash. I reached to open the cabinet to grab another, but stopped myself.

I cleaned myself up a bit with wet toilet paper and slipped off my shirt, throwing all my items into the hamper in the corner.