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Smother {Timothee Chalamet}

Timothee knew exactly what you were doing. He could practically feel your bad intentions from all the way across the room. He couldn't take his eyes off of you.

You wore a nude body-con dress with a matching head wrap, paired with black strapped stilettos. Your hair was in its natural state and you wore little to no makeup, wanting to go for a natural look. Your skin illuminated under the flattering lights so Timothee couldn't help but look at you.

Your eyes met his and you gave him a simple smile before returning to the conversation you were currently having.

That's it? A smile? That's all he got after all this time?

I mean, yeah, he wasn't expecting a parade or anything like that but he was expecting more than just a smile. Two months of hooking up and love making and all he gets is a measly smile?

Then he averted his attention to the guy you were talking to.

Tall, dark-skinned and incredibly good-looking. Not as good-looking as Timothee but a close second.

He took notice of how you kept touching his bicep and laughing at things he said. The guy reached over and held your waist but you did nothing about it. In fact, you leaned into him.

'Well, two can play it that way,' Timothee thought to himself.

He walked up to a pretty brunette and lightly tapped her shoulder. When she turned around, Timothee gave her that smirk of his and she was like putty in his hands.

"Hi, I'm Timothee," he introduced.

"Laila," she said back.

"I hope you don't mind me saying this but, you're gorgeous," he complimented.

Her face turned a deep shade of red and she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear while looking down. Timothee lifted her face by her chin with one finger and leaned in closer to her.

"Come dance with me," he whispered in her ear.

Her knees instantly got weak but she still nodded. He smiled and took her to the dance floor. They began dancing sensually to the song currently playing. Laila whined her hips against Timothee while he gripped her hips and moved with her.

You saw this and immediately felt jealousy strike your heart. Your face heated up in anger but you hid it well. You turned to the man in front of you and gave him your sexiest look.

"Let's go dance," you told him.

His face lit up as he nodded.

You took his hand and lead him to the dance floor. You stood where you knew Timothee and his little 'girlfriend' could see you.

You began rolling your hips into Darnell's -the guy were dancing with- crotch. He held your hips and moved with you. He was smooth, you'll admit, but not as smooth as Timothee. And Laila moved well, but she didn't move like you.

Timothee glared at you while you smirked at him. He pulled away from Laila, said his goodbyes and went to his hotel room. You turned to Darnell, gave him a kiss on the cheek and followed Timothee.

When you reached his room, you knocked and waited for him to answer.

He opened the door and saw you standing there. He pulled you in and held you against the door after he slammed it shut. He held your thighs in his hands while they wrapped around his waist.

"So you thought that you could just do whatever you wanted with that guy and everything would be fine?" Timothee asked.

"I don't see why you care so much. We're just Friends With Benefits, right?" you retaliated.

Timothee's grip on your thighs tightened and you let out a gasp.

"You know I want us to be more than that," he said.

"And you know I don't," you told him. "Now, do you want to keep talking about this or do you actually want to have your way with me on that bed?"

He answered that question by kissing you passionately. He took you off the door and threw you onto the bed, carefully climbing onto you.

"That answer your question?"