NSFW Timothée Chalamet One Shots

Rough

Info - inexperienced reader, reader with conservative upbringing, dirty joke, finger sucking, edging, blind folded reader, fingering, one orgasm denial, hair pulling, spit kink, dom Timmy

I was sitting with my boyfriend, playing with his long slender fingers. I wished he'd shove them inside me and curl them like I'd read about. Everything about him turned me on. He was so beautiful. His curls, long fingers, slender body, sharp features that I was sure could cut me if they tried. He was flawless.

We both knew where the other stood. He was knowledgeable about the world, about sex, and I was not. I came from a rather conservative family. So Timothée didn't push me, at least, I hoped that's why he wasn't pushing. If it was because he wasn't attracted to me I think I'd curl up into a ball and cry.

We'd had sex a couple times, but the truth was I wanted it much more often and I wanted it much more rough. I wanted him ordering me around, maybe spitting in my mouth, or other dirty things his more experienced mind could imagine. However, I was shy about that, so I wasn't bringing it up.

"You're very handsome," I said and dared to kiss his neck.

"Mmmm, and you're gorgeous," he said.

"How long have we been sitting here, playing with each other?" I asked and he let out an abrupt laugh.

"That's not what I meant, you have a dirty mind," I said, hoping to God above that he'd take it further, that he'd be even dirtier.

"Well it's hard not to be dirty when it comes to you," he chuckled and kissed my temple. I took this as the time to make my move.

"Is that true Timmy?" I asked desperately.

"Yeah, but I know you don't want to move too-"

"I want it Timothée," I said abruptly, shocking myself with my own boldness.

"What?"

"I want more sex, I want it dirty and I want it r-rough," I stuttered.

"Are you just," Timothée gulped. "Trying to please me?"

"No, I know how I grew up but around you I find myself....insatiable," I whispered.

"My baby wants rough, rough she'll get," he growled and I shivered all over. "Stand up, and strip for me."

I did exactly as he asked. I stood up and look him in the eyes. First I slowly removed my jeans. He looked like he'd love to pounce on me, but he held back. Next came my panties until my cunt was bare for him. In quick succession were my top and bra. My skin glowed in the lights of his apartment. I felt soft and supple and ready to be used.

"Come here you wicked thing," he ordered, pulling me back to his lap. He shoved two fingers in my mouth. I nearly gagged as I sucked them and he shoved them down further. I made smacking noises, hoping to please him.

"Good girl," he purred in the shell of my ear and I felt sparks dancing all over me. He shoved those two wet fingers inside me. He began to pump them in and out at a slow pace. I squirmed on his lap.

"Feel good princess?" He asked me.

"Timothée, so good," I whined.

"If I had known my girl was needy, if I'd known she wanted more, I would've been more handsy, more dirty, more rough," he rolled the r on rough and pressed hard on my clit. I squealed and arched up into his hand.

"How do you know you like it rough baby, you haven't had much experience," he simpered.

"Whenever I see your hands, I wish they were wrapped around some part of me and squeezing," I gasped.

"Ohhh, dirty girl, is that why you play with them so much?" He asked wickedly.

"I try to be good," I began.

"Don't, I much prefer you rotten," he whispered as he grabbed my tit and began to massage. I was panting. I couldn't believe what he was doing to me.

"Hhaaa, mmmfff, ohhh, Timmy, f-fuck baby," I moaned.

"You close?" He asked me.

"Yes sir," I whined and he stopped all action.

"Let's cool down," he smirked.

"Cool down!" I demanded.

"Just enjoy the moment," he nodded.

"I was until you stopped everything," I groused. He grabbed my jaw, turning me to him and kissing me harshly, biting my bottom lip, and pulling. I whined in a long keen for him. He was chuckling to himself, keeping my mouth open so he could spit into it.

"Fuck Timmy, own me," I begged.

"Yeah you wanna belong to Timothée Chalamet?" He asked.

"More than I want to breathe," I gasped.

"Then bend over the coffee table," he grinned wolfishly.

"What?"

"Bend over," he said pushing me with his words. "The coffee table."

"Yes sir," I said, wiggling my ass, wanting him to fuck me so hard the table moved across the room. I heard the clink of his belt and turned my head.

"No looking," he snapped. "Just feel, in fact."

He took the belt he'd just removed and put it around my eyes and tightened it. I rubbed my thighs together, anticipation dripping down them.

"Fuck you're so ready for me," he moaned. That's when I felt his monster cock shove inside me. I let out a half whimper and half cry. He began to hammer his hips, his balls smacking my ass. He'd never gone this hard and I'd never imagined a man could find me so attractive that he'd fuck me this way.

"Listen and feel baby," he whispered in my ear as he continued to drill into me. I did feel. I felt him splitting my tender cunt open and hitting a delicious spot over and over. I felt my nails digging into the wood of the table from how good this felt. I felt his hands squeezing my hips as though I were a life raft and he was drowning. I heard too. I heard my desperate whimpers that I worried didn't sound sexy enough. I heard his deep groans of satisfaction. I heard the wet sound when he pulled out and the smacking sound when he pumped back inside.

"Timothée everything feels so good," I cried.

"I know baby, you do too, so tight for me, and now I know you want this more often, that drives me crazy," he nearly growled.

"Pull my hair!" I begged him. He did what I asked, twisting a length of hair around his hands and yanking. I let out a helpless mewl as my head jerked up.

"Come with me," he said and before I knew it I was pulled back. I lay on top of him, but he still fucked into me, and his hand moved down to my clit. He played with it lazily for a second or two and then he was rubbing furiously.

"Ah, ah! Timmy, so good, fuck I'm gonna come, mmmm, ahhhffff, ohhhh, gonna come!" I was screamed by the time I saw stars. I was launched into white hot pleasure that engulfed me. I was writhing, though he was trying to keep me still to find his released. I panted as he let out a groan that was near to my ear and came. Spout after spout of hot sticky goodness began to fill me. I could hardly speak as his final thrusts seemed to rearrange my guts in an effort to fuck the cum deep.

"Timothée, that's just what I wanted," I heaved.

"Good, because there's no way we only do that one time," he gasped,