MiniSeries About Timothee Chalamet

Get A Room part 1

Warnings - heavy make out in public, make out in elevator, big dick Timothée, nervous about sex, unprotected sex, praise kink, smut, lots of lube, handjob, stopping sex because of pain

I'd been on three dates with Timothée and the spark was definitely there. He was so kind and attractive and interesting. I daydreamed about him when he wasn't around. When he was around I hung on his every word. The best part was, he acted just as interesting in me. Our dinner date had started with us at a regular distance. Now we were both semi leaning across the table as we talked, his hand was on mine as he rubbed small circles on it.

"You probably need to get going huh?" He asked with a pout. I giggled, and his smile could have lit up the room.

"Unfortunately, yes," I said. "They're about to close anyway."

"Can I walk you back?"

"Definitely," I grinned. We walked hand in hand, making small talk and laughing. Too soon, we were in front of my apartment building.

"I had a wonderful time tonight," I grinned up at the lanky boy.

"Me too," he said, leaning in closer.

"Can I kiss you?" He asked.

"Most definitely," I said, and wrapped my arms around his neck. He kissed me wildly. This didn't feel like a goodbye kiss, it felt like a 'come to bed with me' kiss.

I wound my fingers in his hair as his tongue danced with mine. He groaned when I tugged on it. His arms were around me, but I felt one stray to my breasts, and feel them up. I moaned as he touched me, our mouths vibrating. His other hand moved south, until he was squeezing my ass. I pulled his hair again, earning another delicious sound.

"Get a fucking room!" Someone shouted at us. We separated with breathy laughter.

"Should we?" I panted.

"Really?" He asked with sparkling eyes.

"I want to if you do," I said honestly.

"I definitely want to," he said eagerly. I took his hand and pulled him inside. On the elevator he kissed me thoroughly, his hand unbuttoning several of my buttons. His hand went up my skirt, grabbing handfuls of my ass.

"This is me," I said breathlessly when the elevator finally dinged. I pulled him with me, and quickly unlocked my door. I was all but dragging him to the bedroom.

"Fuck I want you so much," he said as his lips met mine again.

"I don't think you can comprehend how badly I want you," I moaned, ripping off his fancy shirt. He'd worn fucking lace, I'd been wet the moment he walked in.

"Fuck, you're wet," he said, seeing the damp patch on my panties when he removed my skirt.

"Yeah, well Timmy, you were wearing fucking lace!" I said in exasperation. He laughed.

"Remind me to wear lace more often," he said, tracing my nipples over my shirt. I needed him. I palmed him over his boxers, feeling his long member, as he unbuttoned the rest of my top. I was now in my bra and underwear. He shimmed off his trousers before removing my bra, and sucking on my tits.

"I've been thinking about these all night," he groaned as he kneaded and suckled. "They're so full and round."

"Fuck, Timothée," I cried as he lapped at my nipples. "So good!"

"Let go to the bed," he said hurriedly. He pushed me back so I fell and he was on top of me. The make out continued heatedly. He pulled down my underwear while his lips stayed on mine. I did the same to him. I parted from him, excited to see the cock I'd thought about so often.

"Holy shit!" I screamed.

"What?" Timothée said, immediately backing up. I could now see it in all its glory. It was pink, and hard, veins sticking out, and precum dripping from the tip. I watched as it twitched upward with need. It was fucking massive.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"Timothée, your cock is fucking huge," I said.

"Oh," he said, turning pink. "I think it's a little over average."

"A little?" I scoffed. "Average is five and a half!"

I turned to my beside table. I rummaged through the drawer. I pulled out a ruler and took his cock in my hand. He groaned, and I felt it pulse. I measured carefully.

"You're nine and a half inches!" I said in pure amazement. "You're nearly doubled average."

"Oh, okay, so I'm big, who cares. You don't need to make all this fuss," he chuckled, trying to kiss me again. I couldn't take my eyes off his length.

"Are you secretly a porn star?" I asked.

"What, no," he laughed.

"Well I'm certainly not, I don't know if I can take all that." Suddenly I was feeling rather shy. How could all of that fit inside me?

"Oh," said Timothée, disappointment evident in his tone. "Well that's okay, I don't want you to do anything you don't want to do."

"I want it, oh I definitely want it," I said eagerly. "I just don't know how good I'll be, you'll have to be patient with me.

"Of course," he softened, and pecked my cheek. I went to my bedside table again. I grabbed my lube. I poured some in my hand, took another glance at his cock, and poured more. He was laughing. His laughter stopped when I began to grip his cock and work the lube up and down.

"Holy shit, that feels amazing," he moaned. I was in awe at the fact I almost couldn't fit my hand around his girth.

"Fuck, I wanna try to fit you all," I mumbled.

"You'll do fine," he said.

"Okay, I think I'm ready," I said. His tip massaged my entrance. I bit my lip as he began to push in. There was pain as he stretched me.

"No," I gritted out. "Not this angle, let me try to ride you."

"I'd love that," he sighed, dreamily. He pulled out the little he'd gotten in. I now straddled him. I took his lube covered cock in hand and watched his eyes flutter shut. I slowly, slowly, lowered myself onto him. I was panting once he'd bottomed out. I was so full I felt like my stomach should be bulging.

"Oh fuck, you're so tight," he cried.

"You okay if I move?" I asked.

"More than okay," he said, hands shakily reaching for my waist so he could help me. I bounced experimentally, and the pleasure was like nothing I'd ever experienced. I began to move rapidly, up and down on his massive length.

"Oh my fuck," Timothée wailed, hands biting into my hips. "You feel so good, I can barely take it."

"You feel unreal," I told him. He was eagerly reaching for my bouncing tits.

"You're so good, you're taking me like a fucking goddess, you're so pretty bouncing on my cock," he babbled. I found I enjoyed the praise.

"Say more," I begged, pulling up till he was nearly out of me and slamming back down. Timothée jerked forward with pleasure.

"Love how your tits look, you're so good at this. Oh fuck, I've never been this turned on in my entire life. Do I feel good? You deserve it, the way you take me so well."

"Yes, you feel so good, so fucking good. You're stretching my pussy like never before," I panted, feeling my orgasm near.

"I love, uh, your, holy shit, your, fuck, Pussy!" He barely got it out, and he screamed the last word. "So w-wet, sooooo tight. My cock fits right in, you're so wonderful."

"Timothée I'm so close, oh fuck I'm so close," I said as he rolled my nipples.

"Oh me too, can I cum? Wanna cum in the most beautiful girl in the world. Need to cum in this perfect pussy," he choked out.

"Yes, fuck, I want your cum, I'm going to die if I don't get it," I moaned. With that we both hit our high. I was screaming his name as I felt my walls flutter around him. My pleasure was so potent I couldn't breath correctly. He was rutting up into me, shooting an impossible amount of cum into my heat.

"See," he panted, eyes starlit. "You did perfect."