Photos & Affairs I Timothee Chalamet

Chapter 5: Lunch

*WARNING: MATURE THEMES AHEAD*

3rd Pov

"Damn. No offense but I didn't peg you for someone who mauled on Big Macs." Timothee chuckled.

They were currently in Timtothee's office just about to finish their Mcdonald's lunch.

"What? Just because Im a model I can't eat stuff?" Y/n asked with a mouthful of burger.

"Well yeah kinda... models I've worked with always have a strict diet." Timothee said slowly not wanting to offend her.

"Yeah that is true. I do still have a diet, but I have a really fast metabolism that allows me to eat more than other models get to."

"I can burn carbs without even having an intense workout."

"Wow thats really good for you. Alot of other models would die to have a metabolism like yours."

"Mhm, what about you?"

"What about me?"

"You're literally sparkled when I suggested we have Mcdonalds." Y/n giggled, already finished with her burger and currently tidying up.

"Oh yeah. Christina rarely let's me have food like this."

"You're an adult. Why does she have to dictate what you eat?"

"Yeah it's pretty stupid I know."

"That's so sad though. That's not how relationships should work."

Timothee slides closer to her after cleaning up the take-out they just ate, "Oh yeah? Well how should they work?"

"Well in my opinion there should be passion, chemistry, and of course love." Y/n's breath hitched once she realized how close his face was to hers as she listed down the things she just said.

Timothee's eyes lingered to her lips. He was leaning in and just when their lips brushed together she pushed him away.

"No. We shouldn't. You're married." Y/n solemnly whispered.

"If I told you that me and my wife are in an open relationship, would that change your mind?" Timothee asked staring right into her eyes.

"Don't joke about that."

"It's true!" He insisted.

"Oh sure. With a wife as strict as yours, Im sure she just let's you sleep around."

"Believe me, it was more beneficial for her than me. I haven't even attempted to do anything with anyone else ever since we agreed on it."

"I don't believe you."

"Well why don't you kiss me and find out?" Timother asked not wanting to waste thid moment.

Y/n wasn't thinking rationally and just did what her body told her to do.

She kissed him, and the next thing they know is that she was straddling his lap while they were full-on making out.

"Fucking hell you taste better than I thought." She groaned against his lips.

"Well thank you. It's the flavor of my very own mouth." Timothee laughed.

He began leaving wet kisses on her jaw and neck, carefully not leaving any hickeys.

"Baby, please tell me to stop or else I won't be able to control myself." Timothee groaned against her skin.

"No please. Don't stop. I want you do badly." Y/n moaned while massaging his already hard cock.

With this Timothee flipped them over with him on top while she's laying down and he began ripping away his clothes.

"Cmon baby, strip for me. Unless you want me to do it for you." Timothee teased.