timothée chalamet imagines

condoms

your pov

"Just grab a box already." I said nervously looking around.

"We're fine. No one even recognizes us."

This was so embarrassing, frightening too.

Every time we had to come get condoms, I felt embarrassed and scared that anyone would recognize us.

"Here." I said grabbing a random box off the shelf and handing it to him.

He looked at it and read the front.

"Nope." he said putting it back on the shelf.

"What's wrong with them?"

He turned to me.

"Too small." he said and laughed.

I rolled my eyes.

"Do you not care if I pleasure you as well?"

"I don't. Not right now at least, let's go."

"Alright, relax."

He finally grabbed a box and we walked down the aisle toward the registers.

Right as we exited the aisle, two girls came running up to us. Well, up to Timothée.

They had come into the store right after us.

"Oh my gosh! Can we have your autograph please?!" "Can we get a picture?!"

Timothée hid the box behind his back and looked at me nervously.

"I'll go pay." I said grabbing to the box.

I rushed over to the register.

"Of course." I heard Timothée say as I took the receipt.

I walked out to our car and waited for him since he had the keys.

"I am so, so, sorry." he said coming up to me.

"That's why I told you to hurry up!"

This type of embarrassment made me angry.

"Something good came out of this." he said.

"And that is?"

"They get to know who gets all of this tonight."

He said, followed by an embarrassingly bad body roll.

"You won't be getting all of this" I said mocking his body roll "after that."

We both laughed and he kissed me.

"Now, let's go home so I can make it up to you." he grinned.