NSFW Timothée Chalamet One Shots

Adoration

Pairing - Timothée Chalamet/Fem!Reader

Warning - Smut, mirror sex (I think that's what it's called, idk), oral (male and female receiving), praise kink, hittin it from the back, unprotected sex, finger sucking.

I slammed the door and my clothing caught on the handle. I could've cried. I was so insanely frustrated. Work had been absolutely shit. It seemed everyone had decided to rely on me for literally everything.

I walked into the living room and put my head in my hands. I let out a horribly deep sigh. I wanted to cry, but I wouldn't. But then, before I knew it, I was sobbing. It felt so good to get some frustration out.

"Mon Amor?" The questioning voice made me sigh again. I didn't want to bother him.

"I'm so sorry Timmy," I sniffed. "I'm so fucking stressed. I'm so sorry for bothering you."

"Y/n," he groaned, kneeling in front of me. He took my hands from my face.

"Don't you ever, ever think you can't tell me when you're feeling bad," he said gently. "Do you understand how I feel about you?"

The questions was genuine and I bit the inside of my cheek. I was bad with compliments, in that it felt odd to accept them.

"I don't know."

"I adore you. You make me insane in the best way. I want to help you in any way I can. You are the most beautiful girl in the world. I am so beyond grateful and honored to be in your life."

"Timmy," I smiled, and held my arms open. He crawled into them gratefully. We held each other while I explained to him about my idiot boss, obnoxious coworkers, and overwhelming work load.

"And plus Andrew keeps flirting with me, as if he hasn't seen us together at every work get together," I said.

"Well, maybe I'll need to have a talk with Andrew," Timothée said through gritted teeth. "But right now we need to take care of you."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"You go get some wine, I'm going to run you a bath," he said.

"That sounds lovely," I sighed dreamily. We untangled ourselves from one another. He went upstairs and I heard the water running before I had reached the wine cabinet. I poured a glass of red wine as I made my way upstairs.

Timothée was standing proudly in front of a very bubbly, steaming bath. I noticed the water was a cerulean blue, most likely from one of my bath bombs.

"Thank you, my love," I said kissing his sweetly on the temple. I removed my clothes. I sunk down into the frothy water with a long sigh.

After a few moments, my eyes opened. I saw Timothée was sitting on the toilet, smiling at me.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Admiring the view," he said plainly. I chuckled.

"Why don't you admire the view from in here," I said gesturing to the suds.

"Last time we did that you said my legs were too long."

"I didn't know you were holding a grudge," I giggled.

"I'll never recover," he promised, dramatically putting a hand over his heart.

"Well, I'm sorry, I won't insult you, or your insanely long legs ever again," I said and he laughed. I loved making him laugh.

Timothée removed his clothes, and awkwardly got into the deep, claw foot tub. He sat across from me with a jovial grin. His hands under the water massaged my thighs. I groaned in satisfaction as I laid back, closing my eyes.