Undress Me *

undress me ༊*·˚

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synopsis: after an event, you and timothée return to your hotel room where you don't lose any precious time *wink*

*18+, minors DNI, sexual themes & references, romantic dynamic, established relationship, consent

The sound of the hotel room door slammed shut as you stepped inside. Sandalwood and vanilla combined with mixed smells of citrus filled the air around you. Dim lights were coming from the ceiling fading in the darkness that dominated the room.

Your back was quickly crushed against the white flush door, a warm fire building up inside you as Timothée pressed his body on yours burying his face in your neck and making you gasp at his soft curls that brushed on your cheek and his starved kisses that turned into small bites. A faint giggle escaped your mouth at the feeling of his lips tracing the line of your collarbones. He smiled against your skin as you lightly pushed his shoulder to pass by inside the room, but he blocked your way by holding your hips tightly and pinning you on the door.

« Told you, » Timothée’s deep hushed voice spoke, lingering with lips agape. « I couldn’t wait to get back to the hotel and fuck you. »

« Yeah, » you grinned. « You were very unprofessional tonight. » Timothée was breathing out heavily in your skin, face fire red like a volcano ready to erupt any second. He lightly shook his head and looked away with a smile.

With that, you found the perfect opportunity to pass right under his arm and walk further into the living room. He pounded once his fist against the door for letting you get away so easily, making you chuckle as you turned your head to glance at his form that leaned against the surface, eyes piercing you as you took off your black coat.

« Couldn't help it, » he said. « When I saw you tonight… I just couldn't look away. »

Timothée pushed himself off the wall, approaching you to take his own jacket off. He stood so close to you, chests almost touching, that you couldn’t stop your craving and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, slowly caressing them all the way up until you reached his neck and then cupped his face.

You pressed your mouth on his giving him a deep kiss. His hands slowly slithered from your waist to your lower back, ending on your bum. The kiss was painfully slow, so he pressed his mouth on yours with animalistic force making you take one step back, tongue licking your lips and teeth playing with your soft edges.

His hips pressed on yours made you moan feeling the bulge growing between his legs. Your hand trailed down all the way to his crotch causing him to gasp and throw his head back before leaning back down to your neck, softly biting your exposed skin.

Timothée’s fingers moved to your shoulder tangling with the thin strap of your dress, gradually pulling it down. For only a moment he drew back to take off his top, letting it fall on the floor. His bare torso smashed on your silky dress that he so tenderly pulled down.

Arms like a rope were tied around your waist, the top of your dress falling, leaving you barechested, as his lips hungrily swallowed your silent whines.

His hands roamed down, shaping all the way from your breasts down to your belly before Timothée dropped to his knees in front of you. Your fingers twisted his curls, tugging them out of his face gently, as he gave soft kisses to your stomach, eyes threatening to swallow you.

Timothée pulled down the rest of your smooth dress that was balancing on your hips until it reached the beige floor carpet. Only then did he break eye contact to remove your heels, leaving a few kisses on your knees and calves.

You breathed out with difficulty, your white teeth shining viciously, as the fire inside you was only burning stronger every second, a feeling of slight dizziness overwhelming you, watching your man on his knees for you. Tim raised his impish stare to look at you.

« Don’t do this to me, » he whispered conspiratorial, as he let out a small chuckle, taking off the other shoe and throwing it behind his shoulder.

Your lips separated the moment his gaze met yours and his hands cupped your bum, fingers fumbling on the fabric of your velvety warm underwear. Affectionately, he placed kisses beneath your stomach getting lower and lower while taking off your panties and letting them slip between your legs. You were hypnotized by his burning eyes that were digging and clawing into your skin.

You stared at each other for a moment before he took both your hands in his, giving a kiss on each of your palms, and then stood up impossibly close, towering over you. Your lips pressed on his cheek tracing higher on the line of his jaw to his red hot ear.

« Wanna go to the bathroom? », you whispered with a lick of your tongue. Timothée didn’t reply but lightly nodded as he turned his head to bite your cheek followed by the sound of his lips forming a grin.

Your hands abandoned his warm palms and moved to his belt trying to unbuckle it. Tim looked down at his bulge, then at your small smile.

« I know, » he whispered making you freeze for a moment and look at his blushed face. Eagerly, he took off the pants himself, letting them touch the ground, quickly followed by his wet trunks.

A small mischievous smirk appeared on your face. Without saying a word, you slightly pointed with your head to the bathroom and passed by him, bare shoulders brushing each other.

Moody golden lights were reflecting on the polished gleaming marbles scattered at the walls surrounding you. Shadows mirrored your moves with shiny traces up the sink in your passage.

« Careful, » you told Timothée as he got into the glistering oval-shaped bathtub first. The porcelain hugged his naked skin as he let warm water run. Eyes searched up for you, bringing his hand out to help you get inside. An abyssal expression marked his face, as bodies knotted with one another.

You sat on top of his lap, mouth agape in a silent scream, legs folded around his hips, hands lingering at the back of his head, holding him close to you while he pulled you into him impatiently. An untempered growl echoed from the back of his throat, the sound of the running water falling from the glistening faucet fading in the background.

You moved unhurried, his grip tightening around your hips. Swirling shadows climbed up the wall, tinging the air with breathing and fire, leaving behind traces of oppressed moans and soft rumbles. Blazing desire belched from your tightly wrapped bodies.

His chest expanded and he rolled his head up, the flickering orange lights shining on his face, cheeks, and sharp chin. You cranked your neck and dived a soft pair of lips on his jaw breathing pure fire. Your eyes met for a moment, mouth brushing agape and wet, inhaling the other in, as he swooned deeper inside you. Delicate fingers pulled your fallen hair, watering its way behind your ears.

The atmosphere was filled with strained cries, Timothée’s hand blissfully lingering on his neck, Addam’s apple moving up and down, before catching your lips again and pressing longer kisses, gradually swimming lower to your neck and collarbones. You held the sides of his head for a moment pulling his hair back, as his hips clung to yours. Deep breaths were coming out of his agape mouth.

For a moment you didn’t move and Timothée, full of longing, close to the crest of his pleasure, sealed his eyes in a prayer for you to continue.

His hands floated from your neck to your chest, mouth falling wet between your ribcage, cupping your breasts with his water-dripping hands, touching you the way Marcello never touched Sylvia.

Fingers released you, tracing the line of your spine, until his fingertips buried on your hips, guiding your body in harmony with his frantic pelvis, letting you bounce on his lap.

It felt like a knife twisting inside you, but the pain was so sweet that tremors were spread between you and you wrapped your arms tightly around him, letting his head fall on top of your shoulder. Bodies stitched together lunged into the climax.

Stretched silence laid for a few seconds, both of you sunk into that ecstatic cramp, before Timothée started breathing against your skin, nuzzling his head on your shoulder. You had your arms wrapped around him in the tighter hug possible, not letting him go. Your fingers tangled the curls that were falling on his neck, caressing gently his shoulder and his back as you let a pair of warm lips touch his wet skin.

His fingers traced your hair back for a few moments before bringing his head up, palms cupping your face making your hands drop on his wrists. His forehead leaned to yours, tired love-sick eyes falling pleadingly on the other’s lips for a kiss to get strength. Your noses brushed as you brought your lips up to him for one last time before your separation.

You gasped, your body feeling cold as you sat across from him, legs close to your chest. Timothée was staring at you, a small smile plastered on his lips. Your eyes followed his body as he got out of the bathtub and opened a window above your heads.

The summer breeze burst inside the room, fanning your faces. It was dark outside. Colorful city lights mirrored on the marble walls, as honkings of cars and nightlife echoed from the world opening below your eighth-floor hotel room. Timothée got back inside taking his seat across from you.

The new day had already begun. In a few hours, it was going to be dawn and you were going to stay there to see the sunrise together.

TIMOTHÉE CHALAMET

requests are open

࿔headcanons˳·˖

even at my worst ? even then: timothée taking care of you when you’re ill

anatomy of a hug: cuddling with timothée

࿔oneshots˳·˖

a night on the balcony: in which you & timothée go to a party during your vocation in venice

the photo booth: in which you & timothée are taking photos in a photo booth & you tell him that you love him for the first time right before the picture is taken

ice cream hunt: on a hot summer afternoon reader and timmy go for an ice cream hunt in nyc

unrecorded history: cooking & getting wine drunk with timothée

ease the pain: timothée taking care of you on your period

࿔dad fics˳·˖

rainy day: it's a rainy day & you are bored, so you decide to watch a movie with your kids

apricity: it’s been two years since you & timothée broke up but with a kid in the middle nostalgia is all over the air

i’ll always be here: in which you find out that you are pregnant

࿔erotica˳·˖

undress me: after an event, you & timothée return to your hotel room where you don't lose any precious time *wink*

back to you: it’s been 3 months since timothée left to film DUNE 2 & you are rotting alone at your apartment. he was supposed to be gone for one more week but he decided to surprise you

it’s still early in this world, do you hear me ?: in which timothée wants you to stay

i prefer it by moonlight: an evening with timothée at the beach but it’s just the two of you

you ever know someone and you think “god i love you. i wish we could’ve known eachother when we were carefree and 11. i wish we could’ve played together as kids”

masterlist

𓇢𓆸 timothée chalamet ༉˚.

𓇢𓆸 regulus black ༉˚.

𓇢𓆸 lee ༉˚.

i write for:

timothée chalamet & the characters he plays + regulus.

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༄ pronouns my stories are for fem!reader (or gn!reader only if it’s specified or else i’ll assume fem.)

༄ y/n’s description the reader is always aged up to 18+ as are all the characters since i am not comfortable writing for minors. other than that, i try to keep things as neutral as possible so y/n will not have any specific appearance features.

༄ about smut i do write smut but it will always be romantic dynamic (whether the relationship is established or not) and CONSENSUAL. my smut stories are not super explicit or hardcore. i do not include fetishes or anything that involves the slightest hint of abuse or degradation. also, i need to mention again that the reader is NEVER a minor and all the characters are aged up to 18+ *YOUR MEDIA CONSUMPTION IS YOUR RESPONSIBILITY. **i know it’s something out of my control, but i’d really appreciate it & it’d make me a lot more comfortable if minors didn’t interact with my smut stories.

༄ what i will not write anything nonconsensual abuse, degradation mental illnesses, self-harm age gap incest

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touching grass is not enough i need to have a dionysian ritual with my besties in the mountains