SFW Timothee Chalamet and Reader Imagines

Warnings - alcohol, puking, trying to clean up puke, blacking out, stripping kinda, hard core partying, dirty minded

"You sure you don't want me to stay?" I asked my sniffly boyfriend as I put on my earrings.

"No," he said, before sneezing. "Have fun, Cudi will miss you if you don't go."

"Okay baby, I'll bring you back something to help you," I said.

"Don't worry about it, I can get it delivered," he waved me away. "I just want you to have fun."

"How can you be so sweet," I said, bending down to kiss his sweaty forehead.

I was having a great time dancing. I saw Cudi's bartender had set out shots. I threw back a couple, the alcohol only making me feel more wild.

I saw a chocolate fountain and squealed with happiness. I went over and put my mouth under the fountain, letting the chocolate flow down my throat. I wished the chocolate was Timothée's cum. The thought made me giggle.

"Want some fruit with that?" Kid Cudi's voice interrupted my sloppy drink. I grinned at him, chocolate covered my face.

"No thanks," I waved him off. People were laughing at my face as I danced, but even in my drunken state, I could tell they were laughing with me, not at me. I took off my top, swinging it in the air, high with the attention.

I ran back to the bar and threw back a couple more shots. I went back to dancing, my skin glistening with sweat. Soon, I felt nausea, and ran for the bathroom. I didn't quite make it to the toilet. I barfed all over the floor. It was dark with liquid chocolate. I began to panic. Cudi was going to be so pissed!

I began trying to scoop it up and put it into the toilet. It was disgusting. I was so drunk I was seeing double and sometimes my aim was off.

"What on earth are you doing?" Demanded Kid Cudi.

"I'm sorry!" I wailed.

"You've been in here like 20 minutes y/n," he said.

"I threw up," I giggled.

"I can see, you know I have a maid here, why didn't you come get me instead of doing.... Whatever this is?"

"I didn't know," I shrugged, and giggled again. Soon he was laughing too. The maid came and fixed up the bathroom. I cleaned myself up as well. Since I was topless, I took off my messy bra and put my top back on.

I ended up falling asleep on the couch. The next morning my head throbbed, and I sent Timothée an apology text.

"Just wait until you get here lol," he texted back. I called a taxi. Soon I was back home with Timothée.

"What did your text mean?" I asked.

"I've got, one, two..... fifteen articles open about you last night," he grinned.

"Oh dear," I laughed.

"Plus this," he showed me his phone. It was a picture of me sleeping, messy hair, mouth hanging open, and it was from Kid Cudi.

"Your girl is crazy T," said the text.

"He's not wrong," Timothée said with a laugh.