NSFW Timothée Chalamet One Shots

Just Fingers

Info - daddy kink, BDSM rules for sub, dom Timmy, begging for sex, names used for reader Princess/ baby doll/ slut/ whore/ baby girl/ bad girl, fingering, crying during sex bc of desperation, asking about aftercare, bratty sub, brat tamer Timothée, Timmy's POV, mention of sex toys, reader calling themself bitch

"Please Timothée, please," she begged me over and over. Seeing her squirm was my favorite thing.

"Go use your toys," I said nonchalantly.

"None of them are big enough, I need you to fill me," she whined.

"You weren't a good girl though, you bought crotchless panties without permission, I saw them in your bag," I purred.

"I'm sorry Timmy, it was a surprise for you," she tried.

"No, it was a brat move. You know you need to report to me and get permission to plan a surprise. Daddy needs to know what's going on to treat his girl good. What if I had plans those crotchless panties would ruin."

"I know I was bratty, but tame me with your huge cock please, break me like unruly bitch I am," she pleaded. She was completely naked, trying to tempt me. I could see her arousal dripping down her legs.

"Poor needy girl," I crooned devilishly. She rubbed her thighs together in response.

"Need cock, need cock," she whined.

"Full sentences dove, full sentences, no one will say my whore is incapable of expressing her thoughts," I chirped at her.

"I want your cock please. I'm so wet, you're the only one who can help," she nearly cried in frustration.

"Tell you what baby doll, I'll finger you okay, but that's all you get," I warned.

"B-but I need-"

"No, you take what you get and you don't throw a fit," I reminded her. She was frowning, but she nodded her head solemnly.

"Sit on daddy's lap bad girl," I smiled. She came over eagerly and crawled in my lap. She spread her legs so that she was accessible.

"Such a pretty, pretty cunt, who does it belong to?" I asked her.

"D-daddy," she stuttered as I began to massage.

"That's right, and who is your daddy baby girl?"

"Timothée Chalamet," she gasped.

"How does daddy make you feel?" I asked, one finger entering her drenched heat.

"Needy," she squirmed in my lap. I harshly grabbed her hip to settle her. She obeyed.

"Wrong adjective," I said as another finger was added.

"Good," she replied correctly.

"That's it princess," I purred and began to wildly finger her. Her breathing picked up pace, and she was writhing though my hand kept her where she needed to be.

"Hu, ha, ha, Hu, ho, daddy, fuck daddy," she whimpered as I curled my fingers.

"Feeling good?" I asked.

"Go good, so fucking good," she whined. I added another finger and she nearly screamed.

"I'm so horny for you!" She cried, tears rolling down her desperate cheeks.

"This is what you get Princess, remember your rules when you shop and you wont have this problem."

"I will Timothée, I will, ohhh, my tummy feels all twisted," she moaned.

"That's how you know you're close baby doll," I said.

"I love your fingers," she said, arching as much as she could to meet my hand. I smirked and used the heel of my palm to rub her clit.

"DADDY!" she screamed and fell into an orgasm that had her weeping and thanking me all at once. I worked her through it, and then licked her slick off my hand.

"Need after care love?" I asked her gently.

"Just cuddles," she said, cuddling into me.

"And your cock," she whispered.

"Bad girl," I laughed.