trigger warning: sex scenes, mature language
it was a typical monday, which meant i was at the chalamet's to babysit their one year old, alyssa.
i reach out to ring the doorbell as i arrive on the front porch. out of the ordinary, i hear a voice behind me call out "don't worry, i have the key". i turn my head my head anti-clockwise. i was greeted with a young man who looked like he was my age. he stood around 6 feet tall, with curly brown locks mounted onto his scalp. he took a while to analyse me before returning me a grin. "are you the babysitter?" he asked while he placed his coat on the rack, "well my mum wouldn't be here until 10.30 so i figure you're just stuck with me and alyssa till then" i nodded in response. i liked the idea of that - a whole 4 hours with him.
time flies by at a slow pace on this job. i try my best to make it worthwhile, but i can't lie - kids are boring. it's been a whole hour that i have spent helping alyssa draw fairies and princesses in her scrapbook. my mind often wondered to many different things like my dinner plans or my rent's payment but today was different. today my mind fixated on one and one thing only - mrs chalamet's son. he wasn't the typical skater boy you see around the neighbourhood. the ones who think rugby and bmx bikes are a personality trait. he seemed unusual in the best way possible. there was something so magical about the way he smiles. it was so innocent and it gave me so much life.
as if on cue, prince charming finds his way out of his room and into the kitchen. "would you like a glass?" he yells out to the living room. i look up with my eyebrows raised and my eyes squinting. the word "huh?" manages to escape my mouth. he giggles, presumably at me. and signals for me to come over. instantly, i do as i'm told. "i meant to ask if you would like a glass of coke" he says. i was in absolute awe, he was a gentleman.
he stretches out to the shelf to grab the both of us a glass each, while his other hand managed to find a way to brush up against my ass. he pours the soda into each cup and hands one over to me, "drink up, love". his eyes were taking in every aspect of my body, my curves especially. i felt as if his emerald green eyes pierced thorough me. he made me feel special but in the weirdest way. my eyes wander around the room, analysing everything and anything as if it was my first time stepping into their house. it was really awkward standing next to him. i mean i barely even know his name.
"you seemed tensed, is there anything i could do for you?" he says, trying to divert the both of us out of the awkward stage. it was no lie, that i could think of many, many things he could do for me: fuck me so hard that i think he has two cocks. instead i just stand there, keeping absolutely silent. i look at my feet and i kind of shift them around on the spot. that was much better than looking at him. i've never really been good with boys but fucking hell... he makes it so much harder. "ok so that's how you want to play..." he smirks as he moves towards me. before i could do anything, we were so close that our noses were touching one another and our eyes looked immensely at each other. his hand gripped onto my side and his other placed the glass down before embracing me. what the fuck was going on? what did he put in my drink? i was almost certain i was dreaming.
he grasped onto my wrist gently. his touch was way softer than i expected. he directed me into his room, as he led the way. "wait what about alyssa?" there was no way i could leave her there by herself- without any guidance. i had one job to do which was look over her. it's a pretty clear choice my conscience had to make. it was definitely obvious on which was the right and wrong path. i wasn't that dense to think he wanted me in his room to chat with me more. i really should've paid more attention in church, because i was convinced i let the devil himself lead me into temptation. "come on, it wouldn't take that long" i was still uncomfortable, and by the look on my face i'm pretty sure he knew that too. "don't play with me" he says as he does that thing where he comes closer to me and his touch embraces me softly again. he was fucking dangerous, no doubt. "i want you so badly" the facial expression that was plastered on him changed from a soft, emo boy to the biggest fuck boy in town. i could already see where this was going. i can't... i can't... i can't...
i am in his room.
i am on sitting on his desk.
i'm barely dressed and he's there smirking in front of me with his top off. he approaches me and pulls my panties down from the hem. he looks at my pussy like he hasn't eaten in days. he was starving. "now, you will not say a word or make a noise unless you are asked to do so. you will call me daddy because that's what i am to you" he looked me dead in the eyes, "did u get that, baby?" i was intimidated, and frantically i nodded. he licks his index and middle finger before pushing it gently into my pussy, hitting my g-spot perfectly. i liked this way too much. his hand was pulsing in and out. the pace quickened and i gripped onto the sides of his desk like my life depended on it. fuck, i was controlling myself so hard at this point, it couldn't be put in words. however, just as i thought i had it all under control the words - "aaah..AAAH" managed to escape my mouth. he abruptly stops what he was doing and looks up at me. he pulls me off the desk and throws me onto his bed. "i thought i made myself clear when i said no noise." he pins me down by pushing his hands roughly onto my shoulders "over my lap, now" he releases and sits at the corner of his bed, eyeing me like a prey as i bend over for him. "number one..." he says as his palm flies up and slides down in thin air onto my cheeks. the pain was there instantly. i felt sore and it was only the first spank. who knows how many more he would give me. i doubt i would be able to sit the next day or maybe even in the cab back home. he continues for about a minute or so until tears lodged in my ducts start to roll down my cheeks. i sniff hoping he would notice and stop. i was wrong. i look at him with innocence in my eyes, begging and pleading him. he looks back at me and immediately stops. it gives me the chance to straddle him and embrace him softly. "sorry daddy" i say while placing my head gently on his shoulder.
"i don't even know who you are but god damn it, i love you" ,chalamet said. he was so menacing but soft at the same time. "it's y/n" i reply grinning back at him. "that's beautiful... mine's timothée, timothée chalamet"
and from that moment on, i knew chalamet would be mine for a long time.
holy fuck. that was so long. thank u for pulling through. i'm not that satisfied with this piece. i tried going out of my comfort zone for this one. i hope you like it x
