warnings: smutty without the actual smut, poor grammar and punctuation , swearing, mentions of chocking, reader calling timothée a ‘good boy’ twice i think?, unestablished relationship, timothée being the cutest sub ever (yes. that's a warning.)
summary: you've always felt an attraction towards eachother however you both decide to stay silent about it. that was until filming a certain scene with eachother and things got... intense.
a/n: just a little something i thought of and decided to share with y'all <3
none - normal narrative / speaking
bold- thoughts
italics - acting
(p.s. while the acting parts take place, timothée will be reffered to as timothée. i was too lazy to find a movie that suited this perfectly so just roll with it. thanks, luv ya 😙)
(not proof read)
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“y/n/n? hello? y/n? are you still with me?”
matthew laughs and shakes his head slightly as you slowly come out of your daze. “sorry? what were you saying?” you ask as he applies the finishing touches to your make up. matthew has been working with you as your stylist ever since highschool. you met during drama club one semester and have been inseparable ever since, both getting jobs in hollywood, him finding his calling in styling and you finding yours in acting.
“i asked if you were ready to film this scene? jesus, pay attention will you?” he places the brush down and leans up against the table, facing you. “well i kind of have to be, now don't i?” you slightly joked, hoping to move on quickly. matthew deadpanned before looking around, lowering his voice he said, “yes but that dosn't mean you can't be nervous. you're basically filming a sex scene with a hot ass guy who just so happens to be the centre of focus in all your wet drea-”
“ok! i get it, shut up. someones going to hear you one day y'know?” you frantically try to keep him quiet, scared that a crew member will overhear what he has to say. “fine but you can't tell me that what i'm saying isn't true.” you sigh, he was right of course. you look around and see a certain brunette. he's laughing at something someone has said and you can't help but admire him from afar.
‘timothée chalamet... god he's gorgeous...’
you can't help but think.you're so deep in thought, admiring his features, you don't register the fact that tmothée had turned and caught you looking. his cheeks turn a light pink when he realises that you aren't looking away.
‘he's just so perfect... everything about him is so fucking pretty...’
his smile that makes you want to smile with him: pretty. his lips that seem so kissable and utterly mesmerizing: pretty. his soft locks, that tempt you to run your fingers through them... temping you to tug them... : fucking pretty. his eyes that look so innocent yet make you long for them to be looking up at you from between your-
“oh my god will you stop undressing him with your eyes! he looks flustred enough!” matthew quietly yells, trying not to burst out laughing at poor timothée's face. you quickly look away and try to clear your head of all the unholy thoughts that plague your mind. with your eye contact broken, timothée tries to slow down his heartbeat. there was something about the way you looked at him that got him all hot and bothered...
‘dammit... this is going to be an interesting scene to film...’ you both find yourself thinking.
you're sititiing at your desk when a light knock comes from your window. you turn and see timothée, your best friend of 10 years, on your roof waiting to be let in. again.
you head over to the window and open it for him. neither of you saying anything while he climbs inside and goes to sit on your bed. you gently close the window, take a seat on your desk and wait for him to say something knowing that he only does these nightly visits when something's wrong.
while waiting you take a moment to admire him. the way his hair falls in his face, slightly obscuring his features but leaving enough exposed for you to fawn over, the way the moonlight and dim lighting from the fairylights accentuate his jawline and captivating green eyes.
‘he looks so adorable on that bed...’
he feels you looking at him and looks up to meet your eyes. yours are boring into his so intensely that he can't help but shift on your bed. he needs to end the eye contact before he loses his cool. “i saw you talking to paul earlier today” he blurts out. you're slightly taken a back at his sudden comment “uh yeah... we were talking about the bio homework. said he was behind and was wondering if i could tutor him tomorrow. what's your point?” he looks down and softly says “you said yes didn't you?” “no. no i didnt.” he looks up at you quickly, hope and relief evident in his eyes ”really? why not?” “cause he's an asshole that's why.”
he stands up and leans against the bedpost to his left “i thought you liked him...” “liked him? fucking hell, no! he's a manwhore. yeah, he may be attractive but that dosn't mean i wanna be in his bed. what's he got to do with anything?” you can see him trying to hide a small smile but he dosn't bother to answer your question. “timothée. what does he have to do with this?” you're waiting for him to respond but he isn't sure how to answer you. deep down he knows why but he can't tell you that he was jealous can he? no, you'd think he was ridiculous and delusional... you'd laugh in his face when you found out that he's liked you for 2 years now.
you interupt his thoughts by walking closer to him ”i asked you a question.” his eyes shoot up to look at you. you're standing infront of him, arms folded, head tilted slightly with a small smirk on your face.
‘fuck... somthing about that look is just so hot...’ he regains his composure and you pretend to not notice his falter.
“i... i don't know. i was just curious...” his voice is small and meek. you see right through him. you always have been able to. you know how much he wants you and you want him too.“oh come on now. no need to lie. just say it” his head bows slightly under the pressure of your gaze ”i don't know what you're talking about...” you tut lightly and walk closer to him, lifting his chin with your index finger to look him in the eyes. “you realise that i know about your little fixation on me right? you aren't the most subtle...” your smirk grows when you notice the bright pink dusted on his cheeks.
”i'm sorry. i... i didn't want to make things awkward! i tried to get rid of the feelings but i couldn't so i tried to hide it cause i knew it would
make you uncomfortable and-” you stop him mid sentence by moving the hand that was holding his chin up to lightly wrap around his neck and give it a gentle squeeze.
the whimper he lets out was quiet but didn't go unheard of by you.
‘can he just make those noises everyday...’
“shut up” you softly say. “if i were to be mad about anything, it'd be about the fact that you didn't say something sooner.” he's shocked by your words and manages to get out a quiet “what do you mean?” you laugh lightly and lean closer to his ear “i've wanted you for quite some time now. there's no need to be bashful about being jealous because i can promise you that i've had my fair share of jealousy when i see people so blatantly flirt with you... yet you're to oblivious to see it aren't you?” he flushes even more at your words.
you lean back and he repeats his question, “what do you mean?” shaking your head you step back from him and he immediately misses the feeling of your body against his. “i mean, when someone is flirting with you, you don't even register the fact that they're into you. not that i mind that you aren't aware. it does get a bit annoying when you don't realise that i flirt with you however...” “you flirt with me...?” “what do you think i'm doing when i call you gorgeous or cute all the time? it sure as hell isn't me being friendly.” you're gauging his reaction, looking for any look of realisation when it finally hits him. “so you... you feel the same way i feel about you? it's not all one sided...?” his voice is hopeful and you give an exasperated sigh knowing that you'll have to spell it out for him. walking closer, you accentuate each step with a word, “i. fucking. like. you.”
intimidated by your words and gaze he takes an automatic step back, forgetting about the bed behind him. the backs of his knees hit the bed and he falls on top of it. you walk closer and stand inbetween his legs, leaning down you cage him between the bed and your arms. you ever so slightly brush his lips with yours, he shivers at the minimal contact. whispering you ask “may i?” knowing exactly what you're asking he quickly nods. not happy with his answer, your one hand comes up to lightly tug at his hair which releases a quiet whimper from him “words love.” you warn.
‘she's gorgeous... fuck’ he covers up his staring with a small cough.
“please...” “please...?” you ask with the raise of your brow. “please kiss me!” clearly satisfied with his response you capture his lips with yours.
the soft noises he's making are music to your ears and you can tell they're not meant for the camera. he surprises you by pulling you onto him and wrapping his arms around your waist. you're not complaining and your legs part to rest on either side of him. he leans up to pepper your throat with kisses but before he can do much, your hand tugs at his curls a little harder than before making his head tilt up. you gently kiss his jawline and whisper in his ear “careful now” hiding your warning from the camera, you softly nip his ear as a diversion. he whines and you can feel his hips buck up into you slightly. you sit up and look into eachothers eyes but before you get the chance to kiss him again-
“CUT!” you hear the director shout from off camera. you slowly get off of him and stand up. watching your figure he sits up, inconspicuously adjusting his pants, trying to hide the boner he's now sporting thanks to you. you're relieved yet disappointed when you hear the director tell the two of you that you won't need to redo the scene. you qickly rush off set and head to your trailer, timothées eyes trained on you the entire time.
in the safety of your trailer you sigh and try to process everything that just happened. not able to get the sounds he made out of your head you're hardly paying attention when there's a knock on the door. assuming it's matthew you shout “it's open!” that is until you turn around and see timothée step inside. closing the door behind him, he turns to look at you.
the two of you don't say anything and the tension is thick and hot. as if reading eachothers minds, you rush over to eachother and your lips collide, teeth slightly bashing, tongues exploring eachothers mouths. timothée walks backwards with you and you both fall on the futon bed in the corner of the trailer. he sits up and takes your shirt off while you try to get rid of his. you feel him starting to get comfortable being on top and quickly flip him over so you're now on top of him, legs on either side of him and arms caging him in again. deja vu hits you and you smirk at the new yet familiar position.
“don't forget who's incharge here.” you whisper to him. he sighs and you love the sight of him squirming underneath you. “please...” “please...? please what? tell me what you want...” getting restless and tired of your teasing he blurts out “just fuck me already!” your brow raises at his sudden comand, hand coming to wrap around his throat yet again. “watch it... be a good boy and behave ok? we wouldn't want to leave you here with no release now would we?” you pout at him. panic rises in his eyes at the thought of not getting what he so desperately wants.
“i'm sorry... please... please help me...” he whimpers as he guides the hand that's on his throat to his crotch. you smile as your hand tightens and he let's out a loud moan at the feeling. sucking marks along his torso, you whisper into his skin “now there's a good boy... we're going to have so much fun.”
