timothée chalamet imagines

dress

timothée's pov

"Are you ready?"

"Almost." y/n replied from the bathroom.

I lifted up my watch, we were already a half hour late.

We were going to dinner with a few of my fellow actor friends.

"Babe, we're late. We have to go. Now."

"I said I'm almost ready!"

I plopped myself onto the bed. She takes so long to get ready, no matter where we go.

"Ready." she said coming out of the bathroom.

I looked up from my phone and my eyes widened.

"What?" she asked "Oh my God, is there something wrong with my dress? My makeup?"

I got up and shook my head. "No, no. Definitely not."

"So what is it?"

I pulled her close to me and wrapped my hand around her waist.

"This dress." I bit my lip.

"You like it?" she asked pulling my tie.

"I love it." I said peppering her face with kisses.

"I know you do."

My hand trailed slowly to her butt, giving it a light squeeze. I moved it back up to the top of the dress, playing with the zipper; then pulling it down by only a centimeter.

She let go of my tie and pushed me off. "We're late."

"Really?"

"Yes, you're the one who wanted me to hurry up. Let's go." she said grabbing her purse.

I grabbed her hands and interlocked our fingers.

"We can be late by just a few more minutes" I insisted.

"Nope. Come on, there's going to be traffic."

"You can't do this to me." I whined.

"Do what exactly?"

"Put on this dress. You look so fucking sexy, I don't care if we're late; I just want to rip it off you so badly right now."

It seemed like she ignored my statement as she walked over to the door.

"If you're good, you can rip it off me later tonight." she said with her back facing me and walked away.