OSCAR-WORTHY ➪ TIMOTHEÉ CHALAMET
⊱✿⊰ synopsis : you’re a whore over timotheé’s oscars outfit ♡.
⊱✿⊰ pairings : tim x fem!reader
⊱✿⊰ warnings : SMUT, established relationship, p in v, praising, dirty talking, language, a bit descriptive, um that’s it? nothing too major!
❥ ─ author’s letter to you : hi bby’s!! so literally me and my moots had a whole meltdown on my blog over this man and it came down to me making a fic or i should say drabble about it to feed them so you know i had too. love y’all hope you enjoy!! special tags > @ameliasbitvh @mendesxruel @stylesmygucci @diorsitgirl <333
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➙ 𝗧𝗛𝗘 atmosphere of the large hotel room was unbearably suffocating, but to you the huge space felt oh so small around you as your face was planted so far down onto the mattress of the hotel’s bed you’re sure your becoming apart of it.
there you lay completely naked and riddled with your beautiful dress you were once wearing at the oscars event which was held just a few hours ago. but your prepossessing lover still had on that heart stopping, enchanting blazer that was still open and displaying the tense deliciousness of his pecs.
the dress pants that fitted around his waist so well which completed the dazzling outfit was just ever so slightly pulled down just enough to where his center was free enough to currently pound into you lazily but just so tantalizing all at once and you’re sure it was killing you.
it was something so perfect about the way timotheé saw how your once flawless makeup was now ruined and practically running down your face as he fucked into you.
the little smiles and chuckles uncontrollably leaving him every time he hears the muffling sounds of your moans find its way into the air. his veiny hands gripping at your hips tightly as he kept snapping his hips deeply and slowly against you. it was like a wicked, fever daze.
“shh baby, you can’t be loud okay?” he softly coos in a whisper as he begins to lean down to place sweet, loving kisses at the exposed skin of your back. traveling up and up until he reaches the comforting column of your neck.
staying just there for a moment, his senses taking in the faint pleasant scent of the expensive perfume you had sprayed on yourself earlier right before the event. all the while keeping up his movements, the feeling of your walls gripping him so tight made him unable to keep his own sounds in. a few curse words and small groans escaped him.
“i c-cant, it feels so good” you whimpered breathlessly to timotheé who just shakes his head ever so slightly, his soft mop of defined curls tickling you as you felt him pepper wet, slothful kisses right at your pulse point.
“you can, you can stay quiet for me, pretty. you’re such a good girl i know you can do it” the encouraging words sounded so delightful coming out of his mouth and right over your ears. the sound of his beautiful accent low and gravely but still soft and light. that exact tone you always adored so much.
you nodded leisurely at his words which earned you the addictive sight of your boyfriend’s teeth coming on display, his enchanting almost emerald-like eyes passionately boring into your shiny ones.
“you’re so fuckin’ perfect, baby. can never get enough of you” timotheé grunts, hips stopping momentarily so he could pull out of you. the sudden feeling of your walls being empty quickly made you whine which tim hurried to hush.
you obliged to his instructions with a quick nod and flipped around just like he had asked. only to mewl loudly at the stunning sight of your man. from his perfectly disheveled hair, to the long silver chain that hangs off his slightly sweaty neck, to the array of silver rings that adored his long slender fingers, all of it. everything about him in this moment was so fucking compelling. something else that made you unconsciously squirm was just how exposed your body was and how your lovers was nothing of the sort. his body consisting expensive clothing still while yours was consisting skin, a view which he loves just so, so much.
timotheé eyes shot up just to see how unfocused you look, a wide smirk playing at his lips as he gripped your twitching thighs before lifting and bringing them up to your chest. his fingers coming up to his mouth to collect some spit, making sure to maintain intense eye contact during the entire time. he then rubbed the new wetness onto your puffy clit and through your spent folds. moving back up to give your sensitive nub to inflict some small pats and rubs.
“what is it, beautiful girl?” he grins, already knowing just how good he looked in your eyes. he always does.
“i— you, mm, you look so-“ you could barely get the words out as your boyfriend started to work the tip of his shaft over your folds repeatedly. rubbing in your slick with the head, making sure to pay extra attention to your button of nerves.
it’s okay though, because tim interrupted your impending sentence with a light tsk. finally pushing himself inside of you once more before his body immediately raised up closer to your face. unable to contained his low chuckles as he saw how his chain kept hitting your agape lips.
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