Juicy ~ Timothée Chalamet (Timothée OC's)

THE MET

The Met was a place I never thought I'd end up, one of the most glamorous events anyone could possibly attend. My glam team surrounding me making sure I look completely flawless in my gown, it still didn't feel real.

After we arrive to the Met my nerves start to get the best of me. I start to feel the buzz of all the alcohol I just consumed, giving me a boost of confidence. I take a deep breath realizing the event was more high class than I imagined, my agent gives me a little push and I start strutting in front of what seemed like a thousand cameras.

'Don't look drunk, don't look drunk, don't look drunk.' I repeat in my head doing my best to serve face for the cameras. After doing press, I hurriedly try to exit the gala until I run into a suited figure, almost bringing both of us down.

"Oh my god I am so sorry-" I feel a pair of hands helping me balance as I blush from embarrassment.

"You're fine, are you alright?" Worry very evident in the voice.

I look up into a pair of beautiful green orbs and an equally beautiful face to go along with them. My breath slightly hitches at the godly man in front of me.

"I'm okay thank you, I just hope they didn't catch that." I send a smile referring to the paps.

"I don't know I kinda hope they did, I basically saved your life." He smiles joking back with me, his eyes not leaving mine.

Both of us notice his hand still lightly gripping my elbow, sending electricity through my skin, he removes it.

"I'm Timothée by the way." He gives an awkward smile placing his hand on the back of his neck.

"Y/n, nice running into you." I grin holding out a hand to shake.

He grabs it delicately placing it to his lips leaving a soft kiss on the back, butterflies erupting in my stomach, a deep blush dancing across my cheeks.

"I hope to run into you again, maybe at the after party?" He smiles letting my hand go, exiting the building as I nod in return.

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After a quick stop at the hotel to change, I enter my vehicle, touching up my lipstick. My dress hugged every curve just right, cleavage but not too much, my hair in loose curls framing my face perfectly.

I was on my way to the after party, more so on my way to Timothée in my head. I was going to have him tonight, that I knew.

The star studded room left me slightly intimidated. Walking around chit chatting, drink in hand, I scan the room for the curly headed boy I would be attempting to woo. Finally I spot him and his eyes are already on me, a smirk playing on his lips as he makes his way towards me.

"Buy you a drink?" He motions towards my now empty glass.

"How could I say no?" I say coyly, he links his arm in mine leading me to the bar.

"Two vodka tonics please." I request to the bartender.

"You look breathtaking by the way." I turn my head to find him staring as if he were devouring my existence.

"You're one to talk, I don't think I've met someone so handsome." I take a sip of my drink, a blush creeping onto his face. Though he puts up a good front, the boy is shy.

"Dance with me." He grabs my hand pulling me into the crowd of others.

We drank, danced and talked about everything under the sun. The party was dying down and people were leaving, soon enough it was just us at the bar.

"I guess it's time to go." I look up into his eyes.

"Yeah we might have to leave-" He sets his cup down.

"But that doesn't mean we can't go somewhere else." I say shyly, he smiles at me.

"Come back to my hotel." He says lowly, his eyes hopeful.

Moving closer to me running his hand down my arm, stopping at my wrist and rubbing circles into it. My lips part slightly, ready to attack him then and there.

"Take me." I almost whisper.

He grabs my hand leading me out of a back exit, opening my door into a tinted vehicle, following behind me.

He pours us each a glass of champagne, I cross my leg over the other in an attempt to get closer to him.

"Do you do this often, Timmy?" I smirk sipping the golden liquid.

"N-no not at all actually-" He bites his lip looking down almost embarrassed, "But you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, I need to be in your presence, even if it's just for a night." He places a hand on my cheek running his thumb over it, I search his eyes only to find nothing but truthfulness.

I lean in closing the space between us, fire coursing through my body from his lips on mine. I grab the back of his neck deepening the kiss, he licks my bottom lip and I grant his tongue entrance as they swirl around fighting for dominance. The car comes to a stop and we pull apart.

"Tonight, I'm yours." I whisper, he places a tender kiss on my lips before exiting, helping me as well.

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He slips his key card into the door letting us inside his suite. He comes up behind me planting soft kisses onto my shoulder, moving up to my neck giving me goosebumps. As he simultaneously unzips my dress I slip my heels off, along with my undergarments, turning to face him. He removes his suit jacket, I help him unbutton his dress shirt as he watches me intently.

He grabs the back of my hair leading me back onto the bed, hovering over me between my legs. Peppering hungry kisses down my chest and stomach, his hands roam all over my body making me sigh out at the interaction, a pool of liquid heat forming inside of me. I bring his face up to mine attaching our lips, reaching to undo his belt and pants. I wrap my legs around his waist bucking my hips up to meet his growing bulge, earning an erotic groan from him, he grinds up against my now soaking heat.

"Please, Timothée, please fuck me." I breathlessly say holding his flushed face in my palm, he kisses my collar bone, releasing himself from his boxers and lining up with my opening.

"You are so beautiful." He looks into my eyes as he enters me, both of us moaning out as he makes sure I feel his full length.

He kisses my ear slowly pumping in and out of me, digging my nails into his back unable to control the moans escaping my lips.

"Fuck you feel so good- God you're so tight baby." He moans, speeding up his thrusts making me whimper underneath him, I bring my hips up to meet his movements even more.

"Fuck me just like  that Timothée-" He angles himself to go deeper inside of me, "FUCK!" I almost scream as he hits my glorious spot, causing stars to fog my vision.

"I'm gonna cum baby, god don't stop." I pull him closer to my body feeling the pressure in my abdomen build up- I close my eyes at the sensation.

"You look at me while you cum-" He growls grabbing my face, forcing our eyes to lock onto each other.

That alone sent me over the edge, mouth agape I release myself all over his length, screaming out his name over and over.

"Oh fuck." He moans as I feel him fill me with his hot, sticky cum, making me moan at the feeling.

He lays his forehead on mine the both of us trying to catch our breath. Planting gentle kisses on the side of his jaw he brings himself to hover over me, he moves the hair out of my face, looking more deeply into my eyes than he has before. He traces my lips taking in the state I'm in- completely vulnerable and bare.

"I don't want you for just one night." He caresses my cheek, "I want you every night." He says as if it's already a set decision.

"So then you'll have me, every night, Timothée." I softly let out, grabbing his hand and bringing it to my lips.

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in my head I pictured the dress Bella Hadid wore to amFAR it's SOOOOOO beautiful I'm literally obssesed w her