NSFW Timothée Chalamet One Shots

Harsh Praise

Info - needy Timmy, fight, jealousy, being mean on purpose, mentioning masturbation, toxic past relationship, unprotected sex, praise kink, PDA

"I want you," I said, hands sliding down her hips. She looked ravishing in her outfit. I couldn't think of anything better than the sight of her sucking my fingers while my cock impaled her time and time again.

"I know you do, every one at this damn party can see your boner, Timothée," she snapped. I was taken aback completely, she wasn't normally like this at all.

"Could you perhaps do something about that then?" I purred in her ear.

"No," she said back.

"Why not," I snarled angrily.

"Because this is a party. This is a sophisticated party in Venice. This isn't some teenage rager. They'll be pictures of that boner, of you rubbing it on me, of you glaring at every person I speak to!"

"Every person you've spoken to has been a man!" I spat.

"That's not even true and you know it! Every person I've spoken to has been a DIRECTOR. I'm trying to build my career," she said.

"Pfffft, I could get you any job you wanted," I said.

"Exactly, I want to do it myself."

"So your career over me, got it," I nodded, and downed my drink and began to stalk away.

"Timothée Hal, that isn't what I said and you know it!" She yelled and was chasing me down. Guess she didn't think a scene was childish now. I tried to lose her but she was on a mission, she slipped in the room before I could do shit.

"What are you doing?" She asked in exasperation.

"I'm going to Jack off," I said as cruelly as I could. She completely deflated. My words had their desired affect.

"Y-you said you'd cut back. You promised you wouldn't do it if I was around," she said pleadingly. She'd told me at the beginning our relationship that me masturbating when she was around and could help me out was a sore spot for her. She didn't mind if I was or she was away. But in the past her partners had preferred themself to her and it made her insecure.

"You won't let me have you," I said.

"That's really manipulative Timmy," she sniffed.

"I-I'm sorry, I tried to have you not come in. You think I want pap photos of my dick being hard. You think I have the ability to resist you?"

The last line made her gulp. She came to me shakily and hugged me.

"Timothée," she said into my chest. "I love you. I didn't mean to make you feel bad. I was just crabby and I took it out on you. Since we got here I've been worried I've been floating on your fame. I want to make my own name. The fact that you can't resist me is beautiful. It isn't childish."

"Thank you Mon amour. Your talent is beyond believable. You always enamor me with your skill! I wasn't trying to act like a popular douche. I wasn't trying to force you into sex, I was literally just trying to show you how irresistible you are to me. I know you hate that I would masturbate with you around, I'm sorry I used that card. I should've been more mature, and waited to figure things out. I'm just, I'm so fucking sorry but damn you look so good. It made me sad that you thought it was juvenile, because my feelings for you are anything but. I feel like we have a healthy desire for one another, do you not feel that?"

"No, no I do. I should've phrased it differently. I was literally only focused on the continuation of my career and that's not fair to you," I admitted.

We swayed for a bit. We kissed every now and then. Scant lyrics were sung to the other. Finally, it seemed like something was called for.

"Do to me what you were going to do to your hand," she said in a low voice.

"Are you sure, you didn't seem to want me earlier."

"I, well Timmy, I always want you, but I try to be more mature about thing- woah,"

I'd swept her into a hungry make out session. I had her against the door. I could barely stand the way she made me feel.

"There's nothing immature about the way I feel about you," I growled low in her ear.

"Oh," she gasped.

"My very mature, grown up cock wants to be in your sophisticated pussy, is that such a bad thing?"

"Timmy," she said, clutching my shirt.

"Come on Mon amour, let's see her, is she wet, I already know she's gorgeous," I purred. She pulled up her dress. She was indeed glistening. I swiped two fingers through her folds so I could taste.

"Shit Timmy," she said shakily.

"You don't know what you do to me. This is not high school shit, I can promise you that," I said, pulling down my pants and revealing my dripping cock. She bit her lip. Her eyes rolled back in her head as I slammed into her.

"Fuck, oh, fuck me," she gasped as I began to rock. I plunged in and out of her.

"You think this is childish baby? No this is the real shit. You're my forever, and it irks me when my forever doesn't want me to make her feel as dazzling as she deserves," I told her.

"I didn't, mmmf, I didn't know you thought about it that way," she whined.

"Do you even understand how good you look? How men would line up all across the globe for a single taste of you. That's no kiddy shit baby," I told her as my powerful thrusts had her head banging against the door over and over, but I knew she didn't mind.

"Timothée, fuck, do you really think I look that good?" She asked weakly.

"Every single man in there was trying eye fuck and I'll get on my knees to thank God I'm the only one who gets the pleasure," I said against the column of her throat. I mouthed at it, tasting her delicious skin.

"Fuck you taste so good," I whimpered.

"Timothée, more talk like that, more....harsh praise," she begged, naming her desire.

"You don't even get it," I spat. "I'm hard the second I see you. I have to deal with the consequences of your beauty and you get the rewards."

"Yes, Timothée, yes," she nodded vigorously.

"I'm not childish, I'm brave, dealing with the aching balls, the heaviness, the desire and lust, a lesser man couldn't do it, they'd be driven mad by you," I said in a dark voice.

"I'm going to!" She came hard, her walls clenching me over and over again. I slammed into her once more before unleashing inside her. My head fell onto her shoulder as I filled her with spurt after spurt of cum.

"Oh baby, you really were full," she panted.

"Told ya," I said breathlessly.