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why-say · 1 year
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Timothée x reader imagine
Warning: smut, shower sex,
Word count: 785
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You were in the shower. You’d had a long day and ended it with a work out so you needed the break. The steam of the shower helping you relax.
The apartment felt cold with Timothée gone, he was away on set for the next few days and you were already missing him. You were thinking about what the evening would’ve looked like if he were with you.
He would have cooked you both dinner, some kind of pasta and you would’ve stuffed your belly while watching a cheesy 80’s movie with him. Maybe a round of rough fucking if you were lucky. You missed him so much already in the short time you both had spent together.
Deep in thought you barely noticed a body step into the bathroom. You had a standing shower with glass walls but they were all steamed up. It wasn’t until you heard the door slide open that you opened your eyes, trying to avoid the spray of the shower.
You couldn’t believe it. Timothée was there. You were so confused but before you could ask why he was home, he spun you around. You felt his naked body pressing behind you and wondered when he had time to strip. It was a silly thing to think first but it’s all you could think about with his hard cock pressing between you two.
“I had to come back baby I missed you so much.” He whispers, his breath fanning over your ear. Your pulse quipped like how it always did with him around.
Timothée moved his hand to the back of your neck, tilting your head up to give you a warm kiss. You lost all words when it came to him. He knew what you wanted though. And he didn’t make you wait long.
He picks up both of your thighs, bringing them to circle around your waist. Your shower was long forgotten but something better had replaced it. Timothée wasted no time slipping into you. His thick cock filling you in ways you couldn’t describe.
You let out a small moan of content. You heard Timothée release a grunt from the back of his throat. He was working small soft strokes into you. Timothée usually was rough from the beginning till the end so soft kisses and slow strokes wasn’t like him. It was different for him and before you could say anything he spoke.
“Missed you baby, leme savour you before giving you what you want.” He was speaking incoherently but you understood.
You felt your heart melt a little more. You whined and nodded your head. Timothée still steadily fucking you. You loved how he usually fucked but you loved this too. To be honest you loved anything Timothée did.
You felt your lower half tense, Timothée still working you to your orgasm. You could feel every inch, vein and tweak of his cock, all of it adding to your sensations. Timothée put his lips back to yours, your moans going straight down his throat. It was like he wanted you so bad he wanted to swallow ever noise you made.
You came. Timothée didn’t follow, infact his cock felt harder than before.
“Fuck baby your cunt is gripping me so tight” Timothée grunted.
Your body was still shaking from your orgasm and he took that opportunity to start fucking into you faster. His hands pulling you off his cock only to then slam you back down. Moving your body like it was nothing.
You couldn’t stop shaking, Your stomach was aching but you knew you had more to give him. Your hands gripped his neck tighter, trying to hold onto his fast moving body.
He was fuçking you so fast you couldn’t even catch your breath, no need to when he would just take it again anyways.
You felt his cock twitch and knew he would cum soon and you couldn’t wait. All you could hear was moans worthy of the big screen and whines all coming from you. Timothées moans and grunts adding to the music you were creating.
The steam from the bathroom wasn’t helping you to think straight. All you knew was that you needed Timothees cum immediately.
“Please-“ Your pleading was cut short with an abrupt thrust, “Please please give me your cum.” You managed to let out.
“You want it? It’s all yours baby.” Timothée echos. The second you feel his warm cum you can’t help but follow him and cum again your self. Leaving you both panting and heavy breathing in the shower.
“Im never leaving again baby, never ever.” Timothée murmurs. You can barely hear him over your heart beating. You wondered how you got so lucky.
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lovelyrocker · 3 months
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"I could do prison."
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houseofchalamet · 10 months
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What Are Friends For? (Part 2)
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Pairing: Timothée Chalamet x fem!Reader Summary: Reader gets a chance to return the favor ;) Warnings: Smut (fingering, handjob, oral - male receiving), language, friends with benefits, no aftercare. Word count: 959
You were afraid things would be awkward between you and Timmy, but that couldn’t be more wrong. 
After your… encounter, you’d put on a pair of pants and met him in the living room. You both ate your food on the couch and watched a movie, talking and laughing like it hadn’t even happened. You were relieved that it hadn't changed your friendship.
Except for the fact that when he went home that night, you masturbated to the thought of his fingers inside you at least a hundred times. You wondered if he was doing the same. The thought of him fucking his hand and thinking of you made you cum extra hard.
Your lives were busy. You managed to hang out with him a few more times in the next couple weeks, but nothing sexual happened again. You didn’t want to push it and risk making things weird between the two of you, so you let it go.
“What are we watching?” Timothée called from the living room.
“I don’t know, whatever you want,” you called back as you practically emptied all of the snacks from your kitchen cabinets.
He sighed loudly as you entered the living room, arms full of junk food. “You decide.” This was an argument you two had often.
“I don’t know.” You dropped everything onto the coffee table.
“Just pick something,” he pleaded.
You grabbed the remote and plopped down on the couch beside him. You didn’t even know which streaming service to flip through. You tried Netflix. Nothing.
As you were waiting for Hulu to load, Timmy shifted in his seat for what had to have been the third time in under two minutes. You turned to him, wondering what his deal was. He met your gaze immediately. His eyes were wide and his cheeks were tinted a light shade of pink.
Like he’d been caught.
You had no idea what was going on until your eyes just happened to flick down and you took in the bulge in his pants. A long moment passed as he tried to gauge your reaction and you tried to figure out what had triggered this or how to even react. Finally, you cleared your throat, not wanting to appear too excited.
“Do you need help with that?” You nodded down to the tightness in his jeans.
He smirked a little, remembering your encounter all those weeks ago. “Would you?”
“What are friends for?” Remote forgotten, you tucked yourself beside him and reached down, feeling him over his jeans first. You fought back a smirk; you knew he’d be big. He exhaled, his head dropping back onto the cushions even though you’d barely touched him yet. You made quick work of unzipping his jeans and pulling him out of his boxers. 
You thought of all the nights you’d laid in bed, imagining Timmy’s cock, and now here it was, hard in your hand. Your pussy was already dripping as you ran your hand up and down his length.
You rubbed your legs together to create some friction. Timmy noticed your neediness and reached his hand into your pajama pants until you felt slight pressure on your clit. You gasped, automatically opening your legs in search of more pleasure, which he was happy to provide.
You pumped even faster, hoping you’d be rewarded for it, and you were. He slid a finger inside you. You bucked your hips, wanting more. You could no longer contain your excitement; you’d been dreaming of this for weeks. He matched his pace to yours, fingering you at the same speed you were using on him. 
Your chest rose and fell rapidly. Despite your building orgasm, you forced yourself to focus on pleasuring him. He seemed to be doing the same, adding another finger. You were both locked in a pleasure-filled standoff.
He increased his pace, rubbing your clit with his thumb and effectively throwing you over the edge. A whimper escaped your throat as you came around his fingers for the second time. You could feel his dick twitch in your hand as your pussy convulsed.
You pulled his hand from your pants and guided it to your mouth, sucking on the cum-covered digits before he had the chance to do so first. His jaw dropped as he watched you swirl your tongue around his fingers, tasting yourself. It was undeniably hot. He involuntarily bucked his hips once, simply unable to help himself. He was close.
Whether he knew it or not, he’d made you cum several times the last few weeks. Now, you needed to return the favor. You dropped to your knees, intending to replace his fingers with his cock.
“Fuck, (Y/N),” he strained. He nearly came just from the sight of you kneeling before him. You licked his tip, making him curse again. “Feels so fucking good.”
Excitement coursed through your veins; you liked when he praised you. He was struggling to keep his composure, and the little noises of pleasure that managed to escape him only excited you even more.
You took his cock almost entirely in your mouth, licking the underside and swirling your tongue around the tip, knowing it would be the end of him.
He looked god-like as he came; better than you ever could have imagined. His back arched and his hands clenched around the material of the couch cushion. Your pussy clenched again at the sight and taste of him coating your mouth.
You rested your head on his thigh, committing his fucked-out expression to memory as he tried to slow his breathing.
“Timmy?” you asked after a few moments.
“Yeah, (Y/N)?”
You stood, wiping the side of your mouth and grabbing the remote once more. “I wanna watch Euphoria.”
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darkacademiablues · 6 months
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Timothée Chalamet slaying the fashion week without attending any shows.
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timchalamet-devoted · 3 months
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Mon Amour
A/N: Outrageously short, but I thought it was sweet 🫶🏻
Fluff!
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'Mon Amour,' he whispered, lips tracing the shell of my ear.
I sighed, feeling myself shudder.
'Say it again,' I pleaded.
The room washed over with a cool breeze.
We were laying on his bed, sheets messy and unmade, limbs entangled in one another's.
His elegant fingers languidly combed through my hair as he placed gentle kisses across my skin.
I felt so close to him, physically, emotionally. This precious moment where we could simply exist together and bask in each others company. It felt so intimate. So loving.
The feeling of his skin against mine brought me to ease, washing away my deepest, darkest thoughts. My heart thrummed quietly in my chest, perfectly in time with his.
As we lay there, an unspoken feeling engulfed us both. One of a lasting love.
I opened my eyes, searching his in the darkness, and found his gaze already locked on me.
'Mon Amour,' he whispered again, capturing my lips in his.
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lixzey · 6 months
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Letters
One day Timothée receives a package from someone unknown: a basket of eighteen letters. Letters from a girl named y/n. A mysterious fan who poured her heart out in her letters and is trying to fix herself. As Timothée begins to read, and the letters begin to run out, he finds himself falling for this girl. Until one day he stopped reading. 
Because she stopped writing.
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Info: This is set in June 2024.
The First Letter.
Timothée sat in his hotel room reading his script when someone knocked on the door.
“Mr. Chalamet, this was dropped off at the lobby.” The hotel staff was holding a basket, a basket of letters tied neatly with a red ribbon.
“Thanks.” Timothée smiled, taking the basket in his hands. He went back inside his room and sat on the bed, scanning the basket for anything mysterious. It was only plain letters—eighteen letters—in the basket, with a tag addressed to him—his name neatly written on a tag attached to the basket.
He picked up a random envelope and started to read.
Dear Timothée, 
I know that you won't even read this; after all, you're busy with your career. And I know this won't be different from what any other girl has ever said to you before. But I guess it gives me a reason to have someone to talk to, even if you won't ever read this, let alone receive it.
I love you. I have loved you since the first time I saw you in Lady Bird. I love the way you smile; it makes me feel warm inside. I love the way you laugh; it gives me butterflies. I love the way you talk, whether in French or English. I can listen to your voice for hours. I love the way you see everything in a positive light.
I spend hours just lying in bed at night, wishing I could meet you. But I wouldn't know what to say. Knowing me, I'd probably stand there staring at you like an absolute idiot, or probably stand there shaking like a five-year-old who lost her mother in the supermarket.
A lot of girls have already met you; on social media, they say you're kind and loving—I wouldn't doubt that, of course. I even saw a video where you recognized a fan in the crowd. I wish I was that fan. It makes me wonder: Have you ever fallen in love with a fan? I mean, every girl that you met was absolutely gorgeous. You'd have a lovely conversation with a girl; she'd wink at you or toss her hair over her shoulders, and maybe you'd fall for her immediately.
Sometimes, when I'm feeling down, I watch your movies. I love seeing your face; it makes everything better. You know, it's funny how a movie can change someone's mood from sad to happy. That's what I love about your acting; it makes me happy and makes me feel alive. You're the only one who can make me feel alive.
I hope one day I can meet you.
I know it's impossible for me, but a girl can dream, right?
You know, I feel weird writing to you. But now that I've already written this, I might as well send it, right? Maybe you'd understand me.
Maybe I'll write again soon, or maybe not.
Who knows?
All my love,
Y/n 
Timothée put the letter down, confused and touched at the same time. There was a small date on the back of the envelope: June 15th, 2023. A year ago. Why was the letter dated a year ago? Why is it that he received the letters so late? How did it even get delivered to the hotel he was currently staying at?
He was used to fan letters, but not the kind that gets delivered to the hotel where he is currently staying. But something about the letter made him feel warm inside. Timothée looked at the letters, each one with the same handwriting, the same stamps, and tea-colored envelopes. All of them had dates on the back, and coincidentally, he had picked up the first one.
Suddenly, his phone rang, making him drop the letters in his hand. He answered the call, “Hey dickhead, you still up for the party tonight?” Zendaya's voice echoed in the room.
“Oh, yeah, I am. I'll be there.” Timothée chuckled. “See you later, the party starts at ten sharp.” Zendaya chuckled before ending the call.
Timothée looked down at the letters on the floor. He sighed before picking each letter up, sorting the letters by the date on each envelope. He placed the letters back in the basket. He glanced down at his watch; it was already seven in the evening.
“I'll continue later.” He muttered, shoving the basket under the bed. He got up and started to get ready for the party.
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timotheeupdates · 7 months
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timotheechlamett · 11 months
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more tim for bleu de chanel, @chanelofficial
i genuinely can’t breathe
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admireforever · 6 months
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Call Me By Your Name
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imnotoverlyobsessive · 7 months
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Title of Your Sex Tape
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Chapter Six: I Want To Fucking Tear You Apart
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All my work is 18+.
So much for keeping this just friends, shut up and kiss me now, and we carry on. I don’t wanna say goodnight; the city comes alive when we’re together. Why can’t Thursday last forever? I don’t wanna say goodnight; I’ve never been so sure.- All Time Low, For Baltimore
Lea woke up when Tim stepped through the door an hour or so later.
“Fuckin’ hell,” he muttered. “Mackenzie is just not pleasant to be around.” She noticed he was almost entirely soft. He must really dislike his costar.
His dick twitched when he looked over at her, though. She’d sat up on her elbows, and the blanket slid down, revealing her breasts. “D’you need help?” she asked sleepily.
“A kiss would be nice,” he admitted, moving towards her. “And also possibly some groping.”
Lea giggled, reaching for him instinctively. He knelt down, cupped her face with his hand, and kissed her. It was hungry immediately, like he wanted to breathe her in, starting with her lips, and his other hand reached over to grasp her breast. She moaned into his mouth, sitting up fully and wrapping her arms around his neck, threading her fingers through his hair. Tim twisted her nipple, and she gasped, giving him the opportunity to slide his tongue into her mouth.
At that exact moment, however, Lea’s stomach growled.
They both froze, and then Tim laughed against her lips. “Need a snack?”
She pulled away, blushing. “Shuddup.”
He chuckled, leaning back in to kiss her cheek. “You’re so cute when you’re embarrassed. It’s cool, I need to go do my next scene anyway.”
Jealousy twisted in her stomach, but she forced it down. “Are you, uh… y’know, good?”
Tim snorted. “Yeah, sweetheart. You consistently get me as hard as a rock.” He gave her a swift peck on the lips before standing back up and handing her her clothes. “Go get something to eat. You’ll feel better afterwards.”
Lea pulled her clothes back on, blushing as she did so.
Tim sighed regretfully, gesturing to her clothes. “That’s a national tragedy, honestly.”
She glanced up at him as she pulled her stockings back on. “Why?”
“‘Cause your tits are covered back up, of course.”
Lea flushed again, straightening her top as she stood back up and mumbling, “That’s hardly a tragedy of any level.”
He hummed, opening the door for her. “Agree to disagree.”
She rolled her eyes and headed off in the direction of the break room.
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“So,” Susie began, taking a bite of her sandwich, “how’s work goin’? You get along okay with Tim?”
Lea smiled brightly at the other girl. She liked Susie, figuring she understood what being a fluffer was like. “Yeah, Tim’s great!”
Susie nodded in agreement. “He’s very polite.”
Lea smiled again. “Uh uh. He makes me feel really special, too.”
Susie blinked at her, her brows furrowing. “Special? What do you mean?”
Lea flushed, turning her soda can around in her hands. “Well, y’know, he’s always so courteous about making me feel good, too, and he’s so sweet when he kisses me and stuff.”
Susie’s eyes widened in apparent shock. “When he what?” she squeaked.
Lea glanced up at the other girl. “What is it?”
“How long has he been doing stuff like that?” Susie demanded, leaning over the table and examining Lea like she was a museum exhibit.
Lea blinked. “Uhhh… well, he kissed me the first time I was here. The other stuff kinda just escalated from there. Is that, like, not normal or something?”
“Dude,” Susie enunciated slowly, “that is the literal opposite of normal. The actors never kiss the fluffers, let alone touch them. I don’t know if they’re even allowed to.”
Lea’s eyes widened. “Oh,” she squeaked. “I… I didn’t know that.”
Susie looked her up and down. “Yeah, I can kinda see it, actually.”
Lea frowned in confusion. “See what?”
The other girl grinned and took a sip of her drink. “Something tells me you’ll figure it out.”
“Nobody ever tells me anything,” Lea grumbled into her own soda.
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Like most New York City apartments, the one Lea shared with her best friend, Sam, was tiny. She was lucky to have her own room. And even so, she still paid fifteen hundred a month.
Tim’s apartment, however, in no way resembled Lea’s shoebox apartment for a number of reasons. The first was that Tim’s apartment was significantly more than four times the square footage of hers. It also had four bedrooms, each with its own bathroom, plus a half bath that was literally the same size of the one bathroom she shared with Sam. Its kitchen—which had no less than six burners—was actually big enough to turn around in, had a breakfast table, and a dining separate room to boot.
Tim adored his apartment, mostly because it overlooked the Empire State Building, which was a fact he was weirdly proud of. 
Presently, they were curled up under a blanket on the chaise in his bedroom, watching TV. He had his arm around her and was holding her close, the way he often did.
“Lea,” he said suddenly.
She sighed, pausing the show and turning to scold him. “You don’t just interrupt Avatar, Tim,” she told him, completely ignoring the fact that the way he was looking at her made her stomach flutter and Susie’s words race through her mind. “I’ll have to rewind in order to fully appreciate Katara kicking ass.”
He frowned. “Sorry, I just… I have to ask you something.”
She pursed her lips. “Okay…?”
“Do you ever think about work, like… outside of work?” His voice was quieter than normal, and she wondered why, what he was talking about.
Blinking in confusion, she said, “Err, yeah. I talked to Susie earlier. I was thinking maybe I could ask her to hang out sometime.”
He shook his head, curls falling over his eyes. “No, I mean, like…” He took a deep breath, and she wondered what had him acting so damn anxious. He was never anxious. Dude was confidence personified, so what the hell? Finally, he continued, “When you’re not at work, do you ever think about what you and I do at work?”
Her heart stuttered in her chest. Or maybe it froze. She wasn’t entirely sure. “Uhhhhh…” She gulped. “W— why do you ask?”
Tim looked straight at her when he said, “Because I do. I think about it all the time.”
Her face flamed at the idea of him thinking about the things they did—the things they said—in places that weren’t the studio. “Oh.” She had no idea what to say other than that.
Luckily, or perhaps unluckily, depending on how one looked at it, Tim filled the silence. “I think about how gorgeous you are, how intelligent and funny and interesting you are, the way you touch me and kiss me and moan my name when I make you cum, how you taste and what your body looks like, how soft you are. How good you feel. I think about what it would be like if I could hold you like this whenever I wanted, if I could wake up every day with you in my arms and kiss you, maybe even fuck you, if you’d let me.”
There was static in her brain. She couldn’t think. Why was he saying these things? “Is… is that why you treat me differently than the other fluffers?”
He furrowed his brow. “There are no other fluffers. There’s only you.”
Lea shook her head impatiently. “No, like, how you’ve treated others before me. How the other actors treat their fluffers. Susie told me that how you treat me is… unusual.”
“It is unusual,” he said simply.
“Then why are you, like…” She couldn’t complete her thought, so instead she just ended with, "Why?”
Tim looked at her for a long moment, and then he bluntly told her, “Because I like you. I like you a lot.”
Was she breathing? She wasn’t entirely certain she was breathing. She may not have been. With a gulp, she managed to squeak out, “Like… as a friend, or…?”
He snorted lightly, his arm finally leaving her. “I do like you as a friend, yeah,” he agreed with a nod. “Adore you, actually. But I adore you as a whole hell of a lot more than a friend, too.”
She couldn’t speak. Her mind was reeling from this information. He liked her? As more than a friend?
How? Moreover, why? She knew he found her attractive for some weird reason (Lea was fully aware that she was decently cute, okay, there was nothing wrong with her appearance, strictly speaking, but she didn’t think she was as sexy as he seemed to find her), but for him to have romantic-type feelings for her…
Well, he’d always been a weirdo, hadn’t he?
“How do you feel about me?” he pressed when she remained silent. “I know sucking my dick turned you on enough for you to touch yourself—“ she sputtered in embarrassment at that— “but how do you actually feel about me? Do you like me, too?”
Lea wrung her hands in her lap anxiously. She probably shouldn’t admit to having feelings for him. It was inconvenient, and she didn’t want to be vulnerable with anyone in that sense, let alone someone of his profession. Not that she had any issues with sex work, of course, she just knew he could never truly love her and also sleep with other girls.
But he knew her too well for him to see through a lie, didn’t he?
Well, shit.
“Y— yeah,” she mumbled out, wishing very much that she could disappear.
Tim took her hand in his then, reaching up to cup her cheek in his palm and lifting her face to his. He was grinning at her, looking entirely too pleased with himself, and then he leaned down and pressed his lips to hers.
She arched into him without really meaning to, and before she knew it, she found herself in his lap. He was kissing her neck—no, wait, he was giving her a hickey—and gripping her ass, squeezing roughly.
“Fuck, you’re so sexy,” Tim groaned. “Been thinkin’ about this for months, sweetheart.”
“God, me too,” she admitted breathlessly.
“Tell me you want me,” he pleaded. “I’d give you anything, baby, just— if you want me inside you, I gotta hear you say it.”
She threaded her fingers into his hair. “I want you inside me, Tim.”
“Fuck,” he grunted, his grip on her ass tightening. “Want you, too, princess. Wanna fuck you so good you can’t even move.”
He trailed kisses down her neck, brushing against the collar of her light blue Burberry knit sweater and sliding his hands under the matching skirt to squeeze her ass over her pink Lise Charmel panties, encouraging her to roll her hips against his. “Yes,” she gasped out. “Fuck, that feels good—“
“I’ll bet it does,” he chuckled. “Rub your pretty little clit against me, sweetheart. You feel how hard I am for you?”
“Uh huh,” Lea whined, leaning her head back as he unbuttoned the top buttons of her sweater.
“Loved how wet you got from my dick in your mouth, baby,” he growled. “Just wait till you feel what it’s like to have it in you, to get fucked nice and hard.”
He undid the rest of the buttons, revealing the pink satin of her bra and squeezing her breasts through it. “Oh, Tim,” she gasped out, arching into his hands.
“I know,” he murmured. “God, look at you. So needy. Can I have it, sweetheart? Will you let me have you?”
Lea nodded frantically, eager to take him inside her. Now that she knew he had feelings for her, too… well, how could she say no when she wanted him so desperately? “Want you,” she whined.
“I can feel how much you want me,” he chuckled, sliding her sweater from her shoulders. “You’ve soaked through your panties.” If she weren’t so turned on, this probably would’ve embarrassed her, but she didn’t have enough blood left in her brain for embarrassment. “Come to bed with me, baby. I’ll make you feel so good, take such good care of you.”
She rocked her hips again, stimulating her clit. “Yes, please.”
Tim picked her up and stood, and she squealed with delight, giggling and wrapping her arms around his neck. He strolled over to the foot of the bed and dropped her onto it. “Take your clothes off,” he murmured, his fixed on her breasts as he yanked his shirt over his head, followed by his sweatpants.
“You’re not wearing underwear,” she observed shakily.
“It would seem I’m not,” he agreed before observing, “Your clothes aren’t off yet.”
“R— right,” she muttered, swiftly undoing her bra and pulling it off, followed by her skirt and panties. Tossing them onto the floor, she glanced up at him, flushing at the blatant desire in his gaze.
“You’re un-fucking-real,” he growled, crawling over her and caging her body in with his. Leaning down on his forearms and cupping her face in his hands, he kissed her, pressing the length of his bare body against her own. “Perfect tits,” he murmured against her lips, squeezing her breasts momentarily before trailing a hand down between them to rub at her. “Perfect pussy.” 
He spread her legs with a gentle hand on her knees, and she leaned up to kiss him. She felt as if she’d die if he didn’t touch her, didn’t kiss her.
“Tim,” she manage to gasp out, “please, I want—“
“I know what you want,” he murmured, sucking another hickey into her neck. “I’ll give it to you, Lea, don’t you worry.” He rubbed her clit in slow circles for a few seconds before freezing. “Wait, fuck— lemme get a condom—“
“I don’t want you to use a condom,” she interjected hurriedly. “You’re— I mean, you get tested all the time, don’t you?”
Tim pushed himself off from her, examining her features. “Yeah, I do. Once a week.”
She licked her lips, stomach fluttering at the idea of him inside her, the two of them linked together without any barriers between them. “I’m on birth control,” Lea breathed. “Please, Tim. I want to… I want to feel you.”
“Fuck,” he grunted, jerking down to kiss her hungrily. “Anything you want, sweetheart.”
“I want you inside me,” she said into his mouth.
“Yes,” Tim groaned, sliding two long, slender fingers into her and curling them. “Let me just… let me get you ready for me, okay? Don’t wanna hurt you.”
“I don’t care if you hurt me,” she insisted, rolling her hips up into his hand. “Just— please—“
“I care if I hurt you, though,” he told her with a soft chuckle. “You’re a hell of a lot more than a quick fuck to me, y’know?” She tensed at that, but he continued. “You’re important to me, and I really, really like you.” He cupped her cheek with one of his hands. “Sex with you will be amazing, I know it will be, but it’s more than just sex to me, and I need you to know that. I need to know that it’s more than just sex to you, too.”
She smiled up at him. He could be so sweet. “Don’t be stupid. Of course it’s more than that to me.”
Tim kissed her then, groaning when she returned it and fisting a hand in her hair. She cupped the back of his head as he took her bottom lip between his teeth and gasped into his mouth when he resumed fingering her.
“Want you,” she begged. “Please, Tim, I want you so bad—“
“Fuckin’ hell, Lea,” he muttered, pulling his fingers out of her. “Are you sure you’re ready for me to—“
“Yes I’m sure,” she cut him off impatiently. “I am absolutely, positively, one thousand percent sure.”
“Okay, okay,” he conceded with an affectionate chuckle as he guided himself to her entrance. “God, you’re soaked.”
“You were just fingering me,” she pointed out, blushing.
“Mhm,” he confirmed, “and that was almost as hot as…” He paused, slipping the head of him inside her. “…This.” He groaned, burying his face in her neck. “Holy fucking— good god, Lea.” He slid further in until she gasped in discomfort, making him pause and lift his face up to examine her expression. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” she told him, wincing. “It just… stings.”
“We just need to get you used to it, baby,” he assured her gently, stroking her cheek. “It’ll get better once you’re used to it.”
“If you say so,” she muttered.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked.
Lea shook her head. “No, you can keep going.”
It took awhile, but eventually, he was fully seated inside her, panting against her neck with exertion. “Jesus Christ,” Tim gasped. “You feel so fucking good.”
“I— I do?” she asked, somewhat surprised. She wasn’t sure what she’d been expecting, exactly.
“You’re so tight,” he groaned, lifting himself up to kiss her hungrily. “Tell me when I can move, alright?”
“Go ahead,” she said with a slight nod.
He pulled out a bit, thrusting back in with a slow, controlled exhalation of breath. “How’s it feel?”
Lea considered this. “It feels… weird.”
“What do you mean?”
She furrowed her brow, trying to think of how to word it (which was no small feat when a guy she adored so much was literally inside her). “I feel… full. Stretched.”
He smirked. “Both of those words are accurate, yes.” He thrust again, the movement slow, gentle. “You’re full of me, and I’m stretching you out.” Another thrust, and it… it was starting to feel less uncomfortable. It was starting to feel good. She inhaled sharply, and he asked, “Any better?”
Nodding jerkily, Lea wrapped her arms around him and pulled him in close. “Don’t stop, please.”
“I won’t,” he promised, thrusting again. “Not unless you want me to. Do— do you like it?” 
Before she could answer, he thrust again, and she was certain it felt good that time. The feeling of fullness—of being stretched—was no longer uncomfortable, it was delicious, and she wanted more of it. “Y— yes,” she forced out in between gasps. “It feels… oh, fuck, just don’t stop—“
He kissed her, sliding his tongue into her mouth and grasping her hips firmly. His fingers dug into her skin, holding her against the mattress. It was almost as if his grip on her was him trying to ground himself, control his actions.
One of his hands slid up her side to squeeze her breast, rolling her nipple between his fingers, and she moaned into his mouth, trying to lift her pelvis to meet his. “Hold still,” he scolded teasingly, trailing kisses down the flushed column of throat. “Stop squirming.”
“I can’t,” Lea admitted, her voice practically a whine. “Feels so good, I can’t— god, Tim—“
“I know, sweetheart,” he reassured her with a hoarse chuckle. “You feel good, too.”
“Didn’t you say you wanted it—ah!—harder?”
Tim squeezed her breast again, twisting her nipple more roughly this time. “It’s your first time,” he explained, panting, “I gotta be gentle with you.”
“I don’t want you to be gentle,” she insisted. “I want you to show me what you like. Whatever you wanna do to me, that’s what I want.”
“Fuck,” he groaned, fisting a hand in her hair, the tug at her scalp stinging in a way she found more enjoyable than she probably should’ve. “God, you’re fuckin’ perfect. You sure you want it rougher?”
“Yes,” Lea said immediately. “Yes, please.” His achingly slow thrusts were beginning to drive her insane.
The hand in her hair tightened, and she inhaled sharply at the sensation. His other hand squeezed her hip as he pulled out of her, and when he pushed back in again, he slammed in.
She moaned loudly, her back arching off the mattress. Tim leaned down and caught her nipple in his mouth, pulling it gently between his teeth as he withdrew again, only to slam his hips back against hers. The abrupt movement made him release her nipple, his teeth scraping it in the process, which was a delicious mix of pleasure and pain.
“Rough enough for you?” he grunted out in between thrusts.
“Mhm,” she gasped, trailing her hands up his arms. He had more muscle than she would’ve expected or someone so skinny, but when he flexed, it was really quite pronounced.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” he told her. “Touch me. I’m yours.”
Something about those words lit fire in her veins, and she smiled up at him in delight, only for the expression to be cut off when he thrust into her again. Trailing her fingertips along his collarbones, up his neck and across the sharp lines of his jaw, Lea relished in the way he leaned into her touch, turning his head so as to kiss her palm.
“Tim, I—“ She couldn’t finish her statement, because he’d slammed into her again, reaching down to grasp her hips firmly. This time, though, there was no contrast between his hold on her and the way he moved inside her. This time, his fingers dug into her, hurting just a little bit as he pressed his palms against her pelvis so as to hold her down, and it matched the rough pace he’d set perfectly. 
If it weren’t for his hold on her, she would’ve been scooting across the mattress, so it was probably a good thing, but when he held her down that way, it made her want to buck her hips up against his. She attempted to do so, but he was stronger than he looked. She couldn’t lift her pelvis.
“You take it so well, Lea,” he praised, his voice low and rough. “Take my cock so well, babydoll.” When she did nothing but whine and try to buck her hips again, he slammed into her punishingly with a dark chuckle. “Be good for me. Good little princess, taking my dick like this. You like getting fucked, don’t you?” Still, she could only whine in response, so he gripped her jaw firmly, leaning in to kiss her with a gentle slowness that was almost strange in contrast to how roughly he handled her. “You’d better tell me you like it when I fuck you if you don’t want me to stop,” he chided softly, his lips brushing hers.
Suddenly terrified that he would actually stop, she immediately forced out, “I like it when you fuck me.” The words were somewhat jumbled, her voice a bit raspy, but it seemed to do satisfy him.
“Good girl,” Tim praised, pounding into her. “Oh fuck, Lea, been dreaming about this pussy. Feels so fuckin’ good.”
The hand on her jaw migrated to her hair, and he yanked her head to the side so as to mouth wetly at her neck, scraping his teeth over the sensitive flesh. When he started working on another hickey, she threaded her fingers into his hair, holding him against her as he fucked her.
“More,” Lea whined, undulating her hips.
“If you want more,” he panted, “stop fuckin’ squirming.”
She barely registered the words, though; he felt too good inside her. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop, fuck that’s so good—“
“Greedy girl,” Tim growled, kissing one of the hickeys he’d given her. “Feel your pussy clenching around me, sweetheart, d’you wanna cum?”
“Yes,” she moaned. “I wanna cum, Tim, I wanna cum, please make me cum—“
“Hmmm,” he hummed, considering this as he propped himself up to examine her features. “You gonna be a good girl for me?”
Before he’d even finished the sentence, she was already nodding eagerly. “I’ll be good!” she promised. “I’ll be good for you, I swear, I’ll do anything you want!”
“All I want,” he told her, fucking her slower now, each thrust deep and hard, “is to fuck my fill of you whenever I feel like it.”
She nodded again. “Yes, yes, please—“
He eyed her breasts, squeezing them roughly with one hand. “Look at the way they bounce, Jesus fucking Christ,” he muttered.
“Tim,” she whined desperately, needing to cum so badly she felt as if she’d die. 
“You are greedy, aren’t you?” he smirked. “Alright, baby. I’ll make you cum.”
Nearly sobbing in relief when he reached between them, she moaned as he began to rub her clit in hard, fast circles. “God, Tim, I—“
“I know,” he crooned in her ear. “I know you’re gonna cum, sweetheart. You’re gonna cum all over my dick, aren’t you?”
“I want— I want you to cum, too,” she gasped out. “Want you to cum inside me.”
He chuckled. “I’ll bet you do, you dirty little girl. Gonna let me fill you up with my cum, huh?”
“Yessssss,” she hissed, her eyes fluttering as she neared her peak. “God, I’m close, I’m gonna—“
“That’s it, babydoll,” he growled. “Cum for me, sweetheart.”
She came, moaning his name desperately.
Tim slammed his hips against hers repeatedly, fucking her roughly before he finally groaned and collapsed atop her.
“How was it?” he panted against her neck several minutes later.
“Huh?” she asked, too dazed to think.
“Your first time,” he clarified. “How was it?”
“Oh.” She blinked, turning the words over in her head until she could actually process them. “It was amazing.”
Lea felt him smile against her skin.
“Yeah?”
“Mhm,” she confirmed, wrapping tired arms around him.
“Glad you enjoyed it, too, then.”
“Mmm,” she hummed sleepily.
“You tired, baby?” he asked gently, sweetly. 
“Mhm.”
“Lemme clean you up and then you can sleep, alright?” He stood, and she whined as he pulled out of her. He shushed her with a kiss to her forehead. “Let me clean you up a little real quick.”
“Mmkay.”
She let him maneuver her body around and clean between her legs until he was satisfied. When he rejoined her in bed, he took her in his arms and settled the covers over them.
She yawned, sleepily nuzzling in closer to him.
His arms tightened around her, and he pressed a kiss to her scalp.
She was out before she could formulate another coherent thought.
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Timothée x reader imagine
Warnings: smut, college smut, self-insert, public sex, friends with benefits, slight weight mention (it’s not specific but it’s mentioned), this one may be more plot that smut, stranger x you x Timothée
word count: 1.8k
This is arguably the best thing i’ve ever written.
I started an etsy account selling phone cases so check that out maybe :)
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You got to class late. That wasn’t usually you, but everyone has bad mornings and today was yours. You entered your class from the back of the classroom and saw all of the seats at the front full. You had no choice but to take one near the back, a few seats over from the last person you wanted to sit next too.
“Hello.” You say curtly. He replies back but with a smile and you find that odd. You and Timothée had an agreement. You wouldn’t interact outside of your late-night booty calls. It had worked to keep things less messy like you both wanted.
You try to ignore the interaction and focus on the lesson, but you can’t see the front or the professor at all, there were too many heads in the way. You raise your hand to let him know and ask for a seat at the front but before you can get his attention, Timothee pulls your hand down.
“Just sit on my lap. You’ll be able to see better, I don’t mind.” He says, he’s already looking away like he’s so sure you will.
“Absolutely not! What? That’s so inappropriate, I’ll just…” Your voice trailed off.
You’ll just what? You were busy for the rest of the week so you couldn’t take notes later and the professor didn’t look like he would stop talking anytime soon. Would it really be that bad? It’s innocent right? It’s not like he would start fucking you in class.
“You’ll just what?” Timothée teases? A knowing smile ghosting over his face already.
“Shut up. It’s just so I can see, you know the rules.”
You move and now you are perched lightly on Timothée's lap. No one in the class even turned to look at you. You were sitting near his knees, trying to keep all your weight off of him and keep listening to your professor who was now fiddling with his computer while still talking.
You didn’t see how Timothée could take notes like this, but he didn’t seem to mind and neither did you.
Before you could start writing you felt Timothée move his hand around your waist. He pulled you further into his lap, so your back was flush with his front. You turned your head to meet his eyes. Timothée was a tall man but in this position, you were looking down to see him. You liked it.
“What are you doing?” You ask.
“Making you and myself comfortable, now continue writing.” He replies, he faces the professor though you can see his mischievousness peeking through.
You could never understand him, but you turned back to continue your work. You feel relaxed. Usually in class you were speed writing, and your brain was going a million miles a minute but today you felt relaxed while still writing. You didn’t understand why. Surely it couldn’t be Timothée? His presence couldn’t be the thing making you feel different. You took a moment to think and that’s when you noticed his arm never left your waist. He was making circles on the side of your body, softly stroking. You turned to face him, and he looked so calm you didn’t even think he noticed what he was doing.
His eyes turned to look at you and you cut your gaze away quickly. You weren’t going to let him distract you outside of your arrangement.
“Shhh, just relax and enjoy it. mkay?” Timothée suddenly whispered. What?
You didn’t understand what he was talking about. It wasn’t until you felt his other hand at your knee make its way up, his other hand still holding your waist.
His hand met the bottom of your skirt, and he kept going, slipping under the skirt. Your body felt hot. You shifted so you were now crossing your legs. His hand was trapped between your thighs, cutting off his movement. You didn’t know the kind of reaction he would give but you were happy to put a stop to whatever he was doing. Or were you? Your breathing was heavier, and your body was still hot.
But it was so inappropriate.
You heard him laugh quietly in your ear. He moved his hands, and you uncrossed your legs. You thought that was that.
The teacher kept talking though you weren’t listening anymore. You couldn’t pay attention to anything with your thoughts ruminating. What was Timothée doing? Why wasn’t he keeping to the arrangement? Did he want you outside of the late-night booty calls?
The light to the classroom goes off and your pulled from your thoughts. You look around and no one is freaking out, so you assume the professor is putting on a film. Your thoughts are correct as an old black and white movie appears. You can’t see anything but the screen except the heads of the people in front of you, but you can’t make out who they are.
“Relax, He put on an old film because we had time left and he finished talking.” Timothée says, still whispering but even lower because it’s so silent. People are still talking to their friends but they’ were trying to keep it lower than the movie which is pretty quiet.
“Okay.” Is all you can think of to say. You're ready to get back into your deep thoughts when you feel Timothée's hands return to where they belong. Where they belong? You couldn’t believe you just said that. Or thought that?
He placed his hands on each of your thighs and moved your legs to the outside of his. His own legs keeping your spread wide open. You couldn’t bring yourself to say anything because in reality you really really needed him. It was all you could think about right now and if he didn’t finish what he started you were going to pop.
With his knees keeping you spread bare his hands made work of you. He slipped his fingers past your underwear, feeling the wetness already there. His fingers lightly pressing into you then back out, shallowly thrusting.
The class was so silent you knew you couldn’t make any noise, but your mouth let out an involuntary moan. No body turned around, so you hope no one heard you.
“I’m not plugging your mouth baby it’s all up to you to keep quiet. Or don’t.” Timothée murmurs.
His words don’t require a reply, but you nod your head anyways, already lost in pleasure.
Sex with him always felt good but it was something about the public humiliation that could happen at any moment that made you feel this all so much more.
His finger continued to work into you, almost prepping you but you couldn’t figure out what for. He flicked your clit unexpectedly and you let out a sharp cry. It wasn’t so loud, but you heard some shuffling a few rows down and to the side. Timothée didn’t stop his assault on your body while you glanced around the classroom. No one was looking but honestly you didn’t care.
You grounded your hips further down trying to feel him deeper, and as if reading your body Timothée moved his hand so two fingers were deep inside your cunt and the heel of his hand was rubbing your clit. His fingers were twisting and pumping into you in ways that made you hold your breath to keep your moans in. You tried to close your legs as a reflex but his own just spread you wider.
The classroom felt like an inferno, and you were ready to cum. Timothée removed his hand from your cunt unexpectedly. You let out an involuntary whine in response.
Timothée moved your further down his now closed thighs, towards his knees. You didn’t understand why? Was he not letting you cum? Had somebody been watching.
You searched around the classroom and to your complete and utter dismay somebody had their eyes on yours. You couldn’t see exactly who it was, but they were standing near the door at the back of the classroom. You knew from what you could see it was a man and his arm was moving weirdly. Before you could try figure out who it was or what he was doing, you felt hands move you again. Too dazed to struggle you didn’t know what was going on until you felt your exposed and dripping pussy meet the head of Timothée's cock.
You felt him slowly pull you down his shaft. Your cunt accommodating for his size and length with an uncomfortable stretch. It was always a struggle trying to fit Timothée inside you, that was why you always prepped yourself with your favourite toys before you saw him. The lack of preparation allowed a strained cry to slip through your lips. You couldn’t think to care who had heard that, but you opened your eyes anyways when you heard a distant grunt. The man at the back of the classroom had your attention and apparently, he had Timothees too. But he wasn’t stopping.
If anything, the attention from the strange man had made Timothee work harder to thrust into you. Because of how wet you were he couldn’t be fast because people would hear, but that didn’t stop him fucking you hard. It felt like he was fucking your breath away with every thrust and you were delirious. Your sensations were limited to just this feeling, the fullness of your cunt, the heat inside your body and the ache at the bottom of your belly.
You could hear Timothée's soft moans and groans in your ear and that was what set you off. Timothée followed behind you quickly after his thrusts turned harder. You felt his warm cum hit your insides and you let out a sigh of content. You wished you could've swallowed his cum instead, but this would do.
Timothée was still panting in your ear, and it wasn’t until you felt something warm and wet hit the side of your face and hair that you remembered the stranger. Both you and Timothée turned back to look at him. He was there, you could see his chest moving up and down rapidly. Timothées hand moved to the liquid on your face. He gathered some on his fingers and placed it in his mouth. He smirked and you didn’t know why until he did the same to you. It was cum.
Moaning at the taste of the strangers cum on Timothees fingers. You looked back up to the stranger and saw him wave before leaving.
These the weirdest lesson you’ve ever day. And you kind of hoped to have it again. You didn't know how you were going to leave the classroom without people knowing what happened, but you didn't care right now.
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houseofchalamet · 8 months
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More unhinged Timmy stan tweets that I love
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Airplane buddies
A/N: Okay, I'm not sure if this will make sense to anyone other than myself, but I thought it was a cute idea?? It would be a dream to be stuck on a flight with Timothèe would it not ( this is my delusion talking 🙈).
Enough rambling, I hope it's not too awful 🫠
Pairing: (not specified) x Timothée
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He stuck his hand out, his silver rings reflecting the rays of sun that seeped through the small window. I glanced down for a second and gripped it tightly, relishing in the sensation of his flesh against my own. Warm and soft, sending sparks along my skin. If only a few hours prior, I knew what were about to happen.
Backpacks in hand, we boarded the plane, wide smiles painted across our faces at the thought of the wonderful getaway before us. Just me and my closest friend, away to warm sunny beaches, mouthwatering food, and sights beyond our imaginations. We were practically bursting with excitement.
"Aisle 7, is it?"
"That's right"
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 and..7. This was ours. The seat by the window was already taken, the stranger buried deep in what seemed to be a script.
It was only once we had settled down that I managed to get a proper glance at the man. I couldn't believe what I saw. Of course, it could be a resemblance, but oh, how accurate would it have to be. No, it had to be him!
I bit my lip, excitement, panick, and uncertainty running through me. I turned to my friend, whose eyebrows were already raised in question. All I could give back was a subtle nod. It had to be him. It had to be Timothée.
Oh, what was I to do? I had always dreamt of an encounter, but how was I to go about it? He seemed so deeply absorbed in his script; I'd never wish to impose.
Just then, an idea stiked me, a way of still getting his attention, without seeming too pressing. I reached a hand into my backpack, slyly producing my copy of Dune. I hoped will my might he'd notice and take the hint.
I stole a glance his way, getting comfortable, and opened up the book, cover pointing towards him.
Another glance in his direction, hoping to catch a reaction of some sorts yet his eyes remained glued to the paper before him.
A nudge from my friend, "Oi, what are you up to?"
"Just watch," I assured her. I cracked the phone of the spine of the book and made sure to produce a loud cough, practically shoving the book in his face at this point. I was desperate for his attention, and finally, to my delight, his gaze travelled towards me.
A chuckle escaped his lips.
Bingo, I now had his attention, moving on to phase two, I thought.
I looked up in mock confusion at him, giving him a small hum. My game was unravelling perfectly: he'd ask me about the book, I'd hint towards this "Timothèe Chalamet" guy, and he'd just so happen to reveal that it was him. Then, all awkwardness would be avoided, and I could fangirl in peace!
"Oh, the book- I just happen to, um, are you a fan of Dune?" He finally concluded.
"Mhm, especially the film." I smirked. Here it comes, " You see, a favourite actor of mine plays the lead role. Timothée Chalamet, do you know of him?"
I studied his reaction to my words as a blush crept up underneth the mask he wore. He cleared his throat, and cautiously removed his mask, his infamous dorky grin replacing it.
In spite of myself, the air was sucked out of my lungs. I could finally admire him, his gorgeous chocolate locks, his green oceans, his soft skin that you itched to touch, and the generous dusting of freckles upon it. The only word to describe him was ethereal.
"Suprise" He whisper cheered, sticking his hand out in greeting.
I felt my cheeks burning, this was going to be a very interesting flight.
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