Desire ☆ Timothée Chalamet

| 40 | not in a rush

'So, when are you going to invite me over?' Daisy says shoving Timothée slightly with her shoulder. They had grabbed some milkshakes together after Timothée picked her up from set and Daisy was now teasing him for never bringing her to his apartment.

'Never.' He says playfully but Daisy gapes at him in astonishment. They were always hanging out at her house that she rarely ever got a chance to see his apartment. But it wasn't their schedule that made it so difficult, it was Timothée's stubbornness that didn't allow her to see his place.

'Come on, why can't I come over? My house is always open for you but your apartment is off limits for me?' Daisy states this as she crosses her arms over her chest in fake anger. She acts as though she has taken offense but in reality she really is offended he won't let her see his place.

Timothée groans. 'It's not something great Daisy it's just a small stupid apartment. It's nothing much.'

'I don't care. It's your home so I wanna see it.' Daisy protests shaking him slightly to knock some sense into him. But Timothée has proven himself to be quite stubborn when he really wants to be.

'No.'

'Why?'

'Because I just prefer your house.'

'Please?'

'Nope. Not happening.'

Daisy stomps away, shoving the straw in her mouth and sipping a little too much of the milkshake. Timothée follows behind her, a smile on his lips due to how adorable Daisy looked when she was in an angered state. Daisy finally stops in her tracks and gives him a look and Timothée can't help but burst out in a fit of laughter.

'What's funny?' She asks hiding her smile by shoving the straw in her mouth yet again. Timothée continues to die of laughter. Once he has finally collected himself he takes a long look at her and sighs.

'Come on, my apartment is this way.' he says and Daisy sequels as she rushes towards him and intertwines her hands with his, an action that the two of them had grown so used to in such a short amount of time. Once they reach the apartment and two of them enter the tiny elevator Timothée can't help but feel worried she won't like it.

Although he knows Daisy is not the judgmental type, a part of him still wanted her to love his small apartment because he loved it so much. Timothée studies the look on her face as they enter the apartment and he can't help but wonder what she is thinking.

She studies the very small space and a grin begins to form on her features. The apartment is tiny but it's cozy and comfortable and just by looking at the couch she could already imagine laying on it with him and watching movies on his fifty-five inch television screen. It was what she had always hoped for. Although she was so used to luxurious things that didn't keep her from loving small cozy spaces that felt like home. And from the looks of it, this apartment felt like home to Timothée.

'I love it.' She manages to say sending a genuine small towards Timothée. Timothée laughs. 'You're just saying that because it's my apartment.' But Daisy shakes her head instantly.

'No I'm serious, it really looks so comfortable and I'm so mad you didn't invite me sooner.' Daisy punches his shoulder playfully and heads to where she believes his bedroom was. She was right and once she saw the bed she plopped onto it and began rolling around in it making Timothée smile yet again.

He was happy she was happy and he couldn't stop himself from crawling in there with her. Daisy was surprised when he got under the covers and pulled her close to him. They had shared a room together multiple times when Timothée came to visit her in Los Angeles, but Timothée always refused to get into bed with her and took the couch instead. But tonight was different.

They both had taken their shoes off and made themselves comfortable under Timothée's white covers. Daisy inched closer towards him and Timothée placed kisses all over her face from her temple to her forehead to her nose to her eyes all the way down to her lips. She tasted like milk and chocolate due to the milkshakes they had grabbed earlier, and he was addicted to her as the kiss grew more heated. Finally after he felt he had gotten enough of her lips he moved down to her neck sucking until he found her sweet spot.

Daisy couldn't help but let out moans of pleasure as he kissed and sucked on her neck making her feel so much lust and desire. She had been kissed before, but not like this. The way Timothée was kissing her and holding her right then was something she had never felt before, and she couldn't help but let out noises of extreme pleasure as he continued to do so. Timothée stops for a moment and brings his head up to look at her, 'Daisy if you keep making that sound you're going to kill me.' he admits. And Daisy feels herself blushing instantly.

He buries his head in her neck once again and kisses her but Daisy can't handle it anymore, she knows she is about to melt underneath him from the amount of pleasure that filled her so she pushes him off of her slightly only to tower over him. Daisy was now over top of him and she was kissing his neck and leaving marks all over him.

Timothée couldn't help himself when he made similar noises of ecstasy. She somehow knew how to wind him up and after kissing his neck she moved her mouth to his ears making him lose it completely. The motion was so smooth but so sudden that it took him by surprise. Timothée then let his hand roam from her back all the way down her spine until he reached the hem of her shirt.

He let his hands explore what was underneath her shirt and although his hands were cold against her warm skin Daisy only felt more pleasure as he began to touch her in all the right places. Before she knew it, her shirt was off and she was back underneath him. They both wrestled to get his shirt off of him and once it was off Timothée placed a long lasting kiss on her lips before stopping completely.

He took a second to admire her in this state. With her hair slightly disheveled and her lips pouting at him, asking for more. She places her hands on her chest, covering herself. An instinctive action she would make when she felt insecure but Timothée was quick to tell her off. 'Don't hide yourself from me, you're stunning.' Timothée says running his hands through her brown hair.

Daisy bites her lip as she looks up at him. She wants him to bend back down and devour her but he doesn't. Instead he stays still and continues to look at her with so much lust in his eyes. Daisy tugs at him slightly but he shakes his head at her causing her eyebrows to furrow. 'No. Not now. If we take things too fast it won't be as special.'

Timothée gets off of her and plops back beside her in the bed. Daisy is confused as she turns towards him. 'Why? Why not now?' She asks feeling slightly let down. But Timothée is quick to make her feel better when he runs his thumb over her cheeks and smiles.

'This whole thing we have going is still new to the both of us, why rush it?' Timothée says still brushing his thumb over Daisy's cheeks and tracing his fingers around the freckles on her face.

Daisy feels slightly more relaxed but a part of her is still confused. 'Don't get me wrong, I want you so bad right now but I feel like it's best if we wait a bit. Don't you think?' he asks. And Daisy smiles at him, feeling a warmth in her chest at his words.

Any guy would have rushed to get in her pants, her ex boyfriend only pretended to like her so he could get in her pants because of a bet he had with his friends. The fact that Timothée wanted to wait made her content and she nodded her head in reply receiving a grin from him in return. They don't speak, they just hold each other close under the covers, and before they know it they have both dozed off into a peaceful slumber.