Long Series About Timothee Chalamet

The Director's Daughter (P2)

Warnings- younger reader, director dad. Costars, faked sex, Timothée's pov, Timmy fantasizing about sex, plus sized reader (not a warning but a fyi), simulated sex, actual orgasm, talking someone through an unexpected orgasm, getting hard on set, worried about parents opinion, mentions of masturbation, major pining, dark humor about harming self, self conscious about weight

We had gotten close easily, closer than close. It was like we'd known one another years. I felt awkward whenever her father was around. It was like I thought he had mind reading powers. Like he could see my stomach tighten when she laughed, like he could feel my balls become heavier when she touched me. Like he could feel my heart flutter when she complimented me. Would he think I was taking advantage of her? Just because I was older didn't mean I was evil.

When we were alone I attempted to flirt, just to see what would happen. She was always so pleasant, and kind. I was falling particularly hard, it hadn't even been this way with Lily and we'd only had one scene. She was in nearly every scene of this dark comedy romance with me. Our characters, Harry and Hayley were quite the clingy pair.

"That's it!" The director shouted and we both flinched. Her father, I had to stop thinking of them as separate. Maybe this would end like a sit com and I'd start seeing his head on her body. Her luscious, soft, voluptuous, body- no, Timmy, no, don't start. I had to take so many bathroom breaks to masturbate when it came to her. It was everything combined. I was insanely attracted to her, excited about the unknown I'd never having fucked a body like hers, and then there was just her. I couldn't get her out of my head. I'd felt perverted at first but now I knew that at its barest bones was need, a desperate need for her, for anything she was willing to give.

She made a cuckoo motion with her finger, and pointed at her dad. I grinned.

"We're pushing up the sex scene, it's giving me anguish to think about it, we'll film it today and get it over with."

My heart sunk as my cock twitched. I'd been equal parts dreading and lusting for this scene. Would I be able to control myself? She was riding me in the scene and I was so excited to feel the weight of her on me, her thick thighs on either side of my hips, pretending I was pleasing her. Fuck, it would take all my actors strength just to not get hard. Maybe I could slice my arm so none of the blood would go to my penis.

"Dad, no, don't do that. Hire a stand in director for a day," she tried to bargain. My heart fell. She didn't want this.

"No, no, cupcake, I'm serious," he said sternly.

"I told you not to call me that on set," she growled.

"Timothée go get ready!"

We both came out and my breath was taken away. She was in a bra that pushed up he breasts, and flesh colored panties. Her body seemed to glow under the pale, see through sheet. She looked like a goddess or an angel, or something ethereal. I couldn't move, she was just so beautiful.

"Come on Timothée," she said a bit harshly. I moved quickly, always obedient to her tone.

"I'm sorry," she whispered as I looked down at her. "This is the only sex scene I've ever done, I'm terrified."

"Oh, sweetheart," it was what I called her in my mind, and it just slipped out. I sat down on the bed. I cupped her lovely cheek.

"Don't be worried, I'm right here, I won't be harsh or rude, and I'll be so patient," I swore.

"Thank you," she smiled sheepishly.

"By the way, I hope this isn't weird but, your body is really nice," she said, and drew a finger over my ribs. It was acting experience alone that kept me from shuddering and taking her right there on our fake lovers bed.

"Yours too," I said, wondering if my pupils were shaped like hearts.

"Really, the set food is pretty hefty, I feel like I look", she took a roll of her stomach and jiggled it.

"Hey, hey," I said taking her hands. I wanted to suck on her perfect skin. "You look stunning! All of you."

"Hey, hey, all the talk needs to stop, I need to get this over with," shouted the director. She giggled and my heart stalled. She hadn't gotten any of her fathers wild dramatics. She was wise and real.

"Action!"

"So we're here again," I said my line easily.

"Are you still just as attracted to me Harry?" She asked, putting on her best sexy face.

"Still my love!" I promised.

"Shall we do it like before? You always liked me on top."

"I think I'll die if you don't ride me," I gasped.

She got into position and I couldn't think straight as she ground against me. She was so soft with such wide hips, and big, bouncing breasts, and a large ass, and ample amounts of skin for me to kiss and suck on. Would it be so sinful to love her in every way possible? I could rut my cock between her asschecks, not even inside her, and cum desperately all over her back. She could squeeze her huge breasts together and I could fuck her tits. Maybe she'd lick my tip as it reached up to her. I could lube up her thighs and needily slide my cock in and out. So many ways to love her body and I wouldn't even be inside her. Then there was the thought of her plump lips around my cock. Focus, please focus before you get hard.

She was emulating moans, holding her tits as she bounced. I realized, as she discarded her bra and called me Harry, that she was truly wet. I could feel her slick on me. I was taking deep heaving breaths to keep myself from hardening.

"Ohhh, Harry," she moaned as the script said. I wondered if she'd rather a Harry under her? Was her type Harry styles, Prince Harry, Harry Potter ie Daniel Radcliffe? I wanted to be her type. I wanted to be who she desired.

"Keep going my girl," I said, and I saw her gasp and speed up her bouncing. Her eyes were wide and her whimpers so realistic that I realized. She was actually coming. She'd gotten off to me. Pride swelled in my chest, and I lowered my voice.

"There you are baby girl. I know you're coming undone. It's all okay, don't feel guilty. Just feel good," I talked to her too low for the cameras to pick up.

"Timothée," she whined, not my stage name. I finally let go and let myself grow under her. Thankfully, the speedo wasn't a nude sack and left something to the imagination, made for repressing.

"I feel so good," she said desperately, as if she couldn't believe it.

"I know you do, keep letting that pleasure wash over you," I instructed.

"Timmy," she moaned again. I was heaving with pride.

"CUT! A perfect first time, great!" I didn't know if we'd actually done well, or her father wanted us to stop. Either way, something has changed between us, we knew it as we looked into each other's eyes.