Long Series About Timothee Chalamet

Director's Daughter (P10)

Warnings - the Oscar's outfit. Secret relationship, getting caught, age gap, fingering in public, handjob in public, unprotected sex, using whipped cream during sex. Keeping jacket on during sex, trying to speak French, plus sized reader, using slut and whore in a positive context, dry humping

I'd done it on purpose. It was the first time she'd been invited to an awards show and I wanted to make it special for her. The glitzy, yet slightly slutty suit was all for her.

I felt like getting on my knees and bowing when she came onto the carpet. She was in a gold dress. The gold scraps of fabric barely covered her full and heavy breasts. It was tight, so it showed off her curves and wide hips. I was entranced, so much so that the camera caught me at a stand still on the carpet. People were commenting, but I didn't care. Taking my eyes off her would be a sin.

"What have I done to deserve this?" I asked once we were inside the building and it seemed normal for us to be together.

"You're asking me that?" She said incredulously. "When you look some sort of whorish fallen angel?"

"If I'm fallen, it's because of you. Look at this dress dirty girl, you're killing me," I mumbled.

"So we both did it on purpose I'm assuming," she chuckled.

"You assume right," I smirked. We got into conversations, but I could barely take my eyes off her. She was mesmerizing. When she thought no one was looking, she slipped something from her bag. A bottle of whipped cream? I was confused, but kept talking.

"Is this okay," she muttered, snaking a hand up my thigh and pulling at the hem of my trousers over and over.

"Yes, but holy fuck do you have a kink for getting me worked up in public or something," I gritted out.

"I like knowing I can get you so desperate," she hummed, and her hand was sneaking into my boxers.

"If you know I'm desperate, why do you need to do this?" I asked and then gasped when her hand gripped my length. Her hands were phenomenal. She was one of the only girls I'd been with that could circle my entire cock, and it was delicious.

"You're already hard," she whispered with glee.

"I've been hard since I saw you in this damn thing," I said putting a hand on her thigh. The softness of the dress tempted me to move higher.

"I hope the cameras caught it," she mumbled.

"Y/n, tell us how working with Timothée has been," someone asked. It was my chance to pay her back. I went under the slit in the dress, and reached her soaking wet core. My fingers slipped in easily.

"I-ohhh," she said with a gasp.

"Huh," the person questioned.

"Just amazing, so good, like really, really good," she tried to get out as I curled my fingers inside her. She was rubbing my cock desperately. I wanted to whimper and moan from the the way we were pleasuring one another, but I couldn't.

"Timmy, is she good?"

"Fucking natural," I panted. I could tell people thought we were acting weird, but I didn't care enough to stop. She was so wet, so slick all from me. I realized I was probably the only person who had ever fingered her, since she was a virgin when we'd met. The thought made my cock pulse in her hands.

I saw her sneakily grab the whipped cream. She pressed and it sprayed all over the two of us. So that had been her plan all along.

"Oh shit," she said, and took her hand out of my pants. I hated not touching her, but I reluctantly took my hand out as well. I took some of the whipped cream on my fingers and sucked the mixture of her essence and sugary sweetness.

"We should go clean up," she said. We rose and walked out, but I noticed she'd swiped the whipped cream, she had plans for me.

We found a spare room. I had her pressed up against the wall. My hands squeezed her ass as we wildly kissed. Her hands were all over my torso and waist.

"You have no idea how horny I am," she shuddered. "Look at you."

"I relate very much," I said, pressing my hard on against her.

"Please tell me we can fuck, I don't know if I'll be able to continue to breathe if you aren't inside me," she begged.

"Oh we're fucking alright, you think I'd let you tease me and not do anything about it?"

I yanked her over to the bed, and pulled down the top of her dress and threw her nipple pasties away.

"You sexy angel," I growled. I took her purse, pulled out the whipped cream, and sprayed some on her nipples. I was sucking them in seconds as she praised me.

"Yes Timothée, oh you knew exactly what I wanted," she moaned. I humped her, grinding my desperately hard cock against her clothed pussy. She was whimpering for me, a sound I adored. I still sucked and massaged her breasts that were now sticky from saliva and whipped cream. I kiss all over her large tits, making sure every part was covered.

"I adore your breasts, but I must move on to other things," I said gently.

"Of course," she breathed. I carefully removed her dress, definitely wanting to not rip it so I could see her wear it again. Finally, she was only in a golden thong.

"Mon Amour, tu es la plus belle chose que j'aie jamais vue!"

"Whatever you said, same to you," she said happily. I chuckled and yanked her thong down. I began to get undressed.

"Keep the jacket on," she begged. I smirked at her.

"Really?"

"Yes, please, keep it on."

"Alright, dirty girl," I agreed and pulled my pants off. My first thrust as was powerful as I could make it, to show her what she did to me.

"You're so big, I swear I never know how you fit," she wailed. I picked up speed. I fucked her wildly, letting any noise I wanted to fall from my lips.

"I adore you, heart and soul," I said desperately. I knew words, actions, and expressions would never suffice. She'd have to be me to understand what she did to me.

"I want you forever, is that weird to say?" She asked. "I don't really know how these things work."

"Not odd, I want you forever too," I beamed, her words making my cock twitch.

"But what you said makes me really close, are you?"

"Jouis en moi," she attempted. Her effort had me exploding inside her as she'd asked. She came along soon after, her thighs clenching together as she moaned and held me for stability.

"Your accent is terrible," I said after, with a laugh.

"I tried for you," she giggled.

Someone was opening the door. I hadn't locked it, hoping it'd be sexy for her. I was so wrong, because through the door came her father. He saw me, balls deep in his naked, beloved daughter.