Hi I just found out about ur page I love it so much! Could I request a smut oneshot with sub!timothee chalamet and dom!fem reader, basically the first time Timmy realizes he likes to be on the sub side more, there's a lot of flirting from both ends and 🐱 eating with him on his knees or in another positing(idrc), choking and prompts 1, 6, 7,16, 18 from the smut section mixed in there. I tried to make this as detailed as possible as to help you, there is absolutely no problem if you can't/don't want to do it, I understand; sending love<3333
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gif doesn't suit the fic well, i just thought he looked good in it 😔
pairing: sub!timothée chalamet x dom!fem reader
summary: timothée has always been the more dominant one but when he lets you take control one night, he finds himself liking it a bit too much.
warnings: choking, marking, overstimulation, oral (f receiving), hand job, hair pulling, timothée calls reader “ma’am” once, degrading if you squint, riding, “traffic light” safeword system in use
word count: 1.8k
a/n: sorry this took me so long to get to anon, hope this was worth the wait tho, enjoy <3
out of all the unholy words i used today, ‘panties’ was the one i cringed at the most. why am i like this?
also, i wrote this over the span of 3 bloody weeks (thanks to my laptop bombing out and me having to get a new one) so you’ll notice the reader goes through stages of being kinda sadistic to being caring. oh well.
promps: smutty
1. “you look good but you’d look so much better with my hand wrapped around your throat.”
6. “you're mine. y'hear me? fucking mine.”
7. “touch me… please…”
16. “harder…”
18. “needy little thing, aren't you?”
not proofread cause i get second hand embarrassment when i read smut which i’ve written :’)
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you gaze down at your boyfriend who is obediently kneeling in front of you as his skilled tongue laps at your cunt, desperate to please you and get something in return. you use every ounce of self restraint in you to stop yourself from throwing your head back and letting loud moans escape you. you refused to miss this, the sight was something you never wanted to forget.
you smirk down at the desperate man, eyes greedily roaming his exposed, bare body and the marks which you placed on his pale and delicate skin. his eyes slowly drift closed and you admire the blissful look on his face for a moment before your hand gently snakes into his hair, slightly tugging at the roots, a silent indication to open his eyes.
he either doesn't get the hint or doesn't care as he continues to eat you like a starved man.
“timothée.” you breathe into the hot room as you tug at his hair again. he doesn't react but you know what he's doing, you know he heard you. “timothée .” you say, adding more strength into your words and in your actions as you pull his head back with the fistful of hair in your hand.
the action forces his mouth away from you and makes him open his eyes. he lets out a whimper at the sudden movement and the brief moment of pain in his scalp. the look in his eyes makes you groan; desperation, confusion, excitement, lust. all of it combined as your lover gazes up at you as if you’re the only thing which matters in his world.
“what did i say about keeping your eyes open?” you ask, running your hand through his messy locks. “if i don’t keep them open, you won’t touch me…” he whispers, eyes becoming glossy as he becomes painfully aware of his leaking cock which sits untouched on his trembling thighs.
“correct.” you smile at him. it’s a sickly sweet smile which makes panic rise in him, knowing you had something up your sleeve.
“on the bed.” you stand from your place, stepping out your panties and watching in silent amusement as timothée scrambles from his place on the ground to the sheet clad mattress (which you know you'll have to wash later). you walk to your vanity and pull the chair out, sitting on it backwards to situate yourself in front of the bed and his anxious frame.
“i said i wouldn’t touch you, right?” you ask rhetorically. “well, guess what?” you lean your arms forward, resting them on the back of the chair, “i never said you couldn't.” you smile cheekily at him, eyes shining with glee.
his eyes widen and you look at him in anticipation. “what are you waiting for, love? don’t you want to cum?” your words seem to snap him out of his confused state and he shyly trails his hand down to his cock, wrapping his slender fingers around the base and slowly pumping it, groaning lowly at the new found friction which he’s craved all night.
you silently watch him, drinking in his appearance and how he whines for you to help him. a few minutes of what he considers blissful torture pass before you speak up, “are you close, hmm?” you know damn well he is and you also know damn well that he can’t finish without your help.
“please…” his voice is hoarse and you raise a brow at him. “please? please what?” his eyes squeeze shut, “touch me… please…”
you chuckle at his words, a simple “no” reaching his ears and making him groan in frustration and dread. you place your head on your arms as you drink in the sight of the broken man on your bed, a sadistic smile gracing your lips.
after a few minutes of watching him writhe and squirm as his hand works himself, you decide to be kind and help him out. you quietly stand and slide off the oversized shirt which hangs limply on your otherwise bare body before making your way over to timothée.
his eyes snap open and a loud moan escapes his parted lips when he feels your hand replace his own, milking him for all he’s worth. his hands grab at everything in his reach, your arms, waist, breasts, anything to ground himself as he feels his high approach rapidly. you enjoy every second of his orgasm as you listen to his sweet whines and pleas, words of appreciation and love spewing from him like a waterfall.
you release your grip on him but he chases your hand with his own, bringing it back to his aching cock which twitches at the contact. you chuckle airily at his desperation but continue stroking him, watching with amazement in your eyes as he squirms under your gaze and touch, another orgasm ripping through his body.
“you gonna give me another one?” you lean closer to his ear, “gonna cum again for me?” he shakes his head wildly, burying his face in your neck as tears start to form in his eyes. “c’mon, you can give me one more, can't you? you were so desperate for it a moment ago.” he whines and you smirk when you feel him thrust up into your hand.
“there you go, cum for me.” his breaths come out quicker and he groans at your words, wildly bucking his hips upwards, chasing the orgasm which is building embarrassingly quickly. “needy little thing, aren't you?” you tease him. “such a dirty thing… my dirty boy.” you mutter and as if on cue, he tips over the edge and cums again with a small cry of pain and pleasure.
you give him a few moments to calm down before you straddle him, pressing your lips to his bruised ones in a reassuring kiss. he gasps into your mouth as he feels your slick entrance against him, hips involuntarily bucking upwards. “fuck…” he mutters softly. “i don’t know if i can cum again…” he mutters, head foggy. “you’re not gonna leave me high and dry, are you?” you ask playfully. he frowns and shakes his head.
“colour?” you ask. although you were desperate for release, you weren’t about to make him uncomfortable or do something he wasn’t ok with. timothée seems to be in thought for a moment before he looks at you. “green.” and as if an afterthought, “fuck me…”
you can't hold back the smile which is plastered on your face. “what was that?” you tease him, wanting to see how far you can push him off the edge. “please, ma’am… fuck me. fuck me, use me. wanna make you cum too.”
the lust which you feel must be quite prominent on your face as he whines softly, hands grabbing your hips in an attempt to pull you down on him but you resist, hand yanking his head back by the hair again. the angle exposes his marked up neck and you internally scream at how good his jawline looks from this provocative angle.
you dip your head down, placing your lips near his ear, “you look good but you’d look so much better with my hand wrapped around your throat.” you murmur as you rake your nails up and down his heaving chest, a shiver escaping him as you pass lightly over his nipple.
your smug smile turns into a smirk as you watch the wrecked man below you. you feel a sense of pride as you wrap your hand around his throat and hear the moan which escapes him. the power which you hold and feel in this moment is intoxicating and you don't think you’ll ever get enough of it. “you're mine. y'hear me? fucking mine.” you whisper before kissing him harshly and pulling back to get a better look at his face.
timothée opens his mouth but whatever he was about to say gets stuck in his throat as you sink yourself down on his cock, a broken whine being released in place of his lost words. he throws his head back and you feel your own tilt slightly, the pleasure hitting you both as your walls clench around him. “fucking hell.” you can't stop yourself from gasping, moving your hips ever so slightly.
you bounce up and down, the sound of lewd clapping filling the room along with your mixed moans. “harder…” his breathy words are barely audible but you manage to pick them up and quickly obey, quickening your pace and tightening the grip on his throat to sturdy yourself.
your eyes bore into his and he squirms even more as pain, pleasure and excitement course through his tired body. his hands paw at your breasts as his breaths come out in sharp bursts. you would’ve laughed at his sheer desperation but you aren't any better, legs quivering and mouth open in a silent moan as you feel a heat build quickly in your lower abdomen.
his fingers clamp down on your hips, most likely giving you bruises, as his eyes shut tightly and head tilts backwards. you release your grip on his neck and lean down to attach your lips to his now exposed flesh, moving your hand up to thread through his hair instead. your free hand travels down your body before it reaches your clit and rubs fast circles on the sensitive spot, your orgasm approaching just as quickly as timothée’s.
before you know it, a strong feeling of pleasure washes over you as you reach your high and you collapse, bitting down on timothée’s neck, forcing him over the edge with you as strings of ‘fuck’s escapes him.
you gently kiss the area which you had previously assaulted with your teeth in an attempt to apologise. the two of you lay in each other's embrace, deep and erratic breaths being the only sound in the once noisy room. you slightly wriggle on top of him at the odd feeling of his cum dripping down your thigh. from below you, timothée groans and you feel him twitch inside you.
you lift your head up and raise a brow at him. he blushes bashfully and avoids your gaze, “i liked it.” you laughed lightly, “good to know but which part are you referring to?” you asked, not fully expecting an answer but he doesn’t seem to mind indulging your teasing question. “you being in control… it was nice…” he blush deepens even further.
you can't help smirking at his shy demeanour, placing a chaste kiss on his cheek. “so what i’m hearing is,” you place a gentle kiss on his cheek, “you wouldn't be opposed to doing this again?” he smiles at you, “not at all.” he leans up slightly to kiss you, arms wrapping around you to bring you even closer to him if possible.
you shiver lightly when you feel him pull out slightly and then push himself back inside you. “so needy…” you mutter between kisses. “you made me like this.” he retorts with a grin. “well then,” you start, helping his movements along, “i guess i should fix it then.”
his eyes roll to the back of his head at the feeling of you overstimulating him once more. it was going to be a long night. certainly one neither of you would forget.
So I've scrolled through your whole blog (I love it) and I saw you did a general headcanon for dom!reader, and sub!timothee that said he LOVED aftercare and that it deserved its own blurb. Can you wrote that blurb for me? Please and thank you. 💕
Okay yes you are very right that needs to be written. I hope you enjoy!
After a scene, I think Timmy is the type of sub who wants a few minutes for himself. Not for long, no more than five or ten minutes.
He likes you to be around, like cleaning up or sitting on the corner of the bed. But he really needs those few minutes. He just sits there, closes his eyes and allows himself to process everything.
Then he makes a little whine sound and you know he wants you to come back to him. The moment you get back on the bed, he instantly crawls into your arms, wrapping his arms tightly around your waste and resting his head on your chest.
You make sure to play with his hair and press kisses on the top his head. He loves tracing shapes on your chest and at some point he always ends up giggling and you don’t even know why.
When you ask him about it later, he says that he just feels so much love and happiness that he can’t help but start giggling.
You do have to make him eat something though, so you keep protein bars in the bedside table. It takes some coaxing but he eventually gets up off your chest. Even then, he only eats leaning against you and also insists that you eat as well.
He gets really giggly and happy and also keeps on complimenting you. He’s just really happy and wants to pepper you in kisses.
warnings: smutty without the actual smut, poor grammar and punctuation , swearing, mentions of chocking, reader calling timothée a ‘good boy’ twice i think?, unestablished relationship, timothée being the cutest sub ever (yes. that's a warning.)
summary: you've always felt an attraction towards eachother however you both decide to stay silent about it. that was until filming a certain scene with eachother and things got... intense.
a/n: just a little something i thought of and decided to share with y'all <3
none - normal narrative / speaking
bold- thoughts
italics - acting
(p.s. while the acting parts take place, timothée will be reffered to as timothée. i was too lazy to find a movie that suited this perfectly so just roll with it. thanks, luv ya 😙)
(not proof read)
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“y/n/n? hello? y/n? are you still with me?”
matthew laughs and shakes his head slightly as you slowly come out of your daze. “sorry? what were you saying?” you ask as he applies the finishing touches to your make up. matthew has been working with you as your stylist ever since highschool. you met during drama club one semester and have been inseparable ever since, both getting jobs in hollywood, him finding his calling in styling and you finding yours in acting.
“i asked if you were ready to film this scene? jesus, pay attention will you?” he places the brush down and leans up against the table, facing you. “well i kind of have to be, now don't i?” you slightly joked, hoping to move on quickly. matthew deadpanned before looking around, lowering his voice he said, “yes but that dosn't mean you can't be nervous. you're basically filming a sex scene with a hot ass guy who just so happens to be the centre of focus in all your wet drea-”
“ok! i get it, shut up. someones going to hear you one day y'know?” you frantically try to keep him quiet, scared that a crew member will overhear what he has to say. “fine but you can't tell me that what i'm saying isn't true.” you sigh, he was right of course. you look around and see a certain brunette. he's laughing at something someone has said and you can't help but admire him from afar.
‘timothée chalamet... god he's gorgeous...’
you can't help but think.you're so deep in thought, admiring his features, you don't register the fact that tmothée had turned and caught you looking. his cheeks turn a light pink when he realises that you aren't looking away.
‘he's just so perfect... everything about him is so fucking pretty...’
his smile that makes you want to smile with him: pretty. his lips that seem so kissable and utterly mesmerizing: pretty. his soft locks, that tempt you to run your fingers through them... temping you to tug them... : fucking pretty. his eyes that look so innocent yet make you long for them to be looking up at you from between your-
“oh my god will you stop undressing him with your eyes! he looks flustred enough!” matthew quietly yells, trying not to burst out laughing at poor timothée's face. you quickly look away and try to clear your head of all the unholy thoughts that plague your mind. with your eye contact broken, timothée tries to slow down his heartbeat. there was something about the way you looked at him that got him all hot and bothered...
‘dammit... this is going to be an interesting scene to film...’ you both find yourself thinking.
you're sititiing at your desk when a light knock comes from your window. you turn and see timothée, your best friend of 10 years, on your roof waiting to be let in. again.
you head over to the window and open it for him. neither of you saying anything while he climbs inside and goes to sit on your bed. you gently close the window, take a seat on your desk and wait for him to say something knowing that he only does these nightly visits when something's wrong.
while waiting you take a moment to admire him. the way his hair falls in his face, slightly obscuring his features but leaving enough exposed for you to fawn over, the way the moonlight and dim lighting from the fairylights accentuate his jawline and captivating green eyes.
‘he looks so adorable on that bed...’
he feels you looking at him and looks up to meet your eyes. yours are boring into his so intensely that he can't help but shift on your bed. he needs to end the eye contact before he loses his cool. “i saw you talking to paul earlier today” he blurts out. you're slightly taken a back at his sudden comment “uh yeah... we were talking about the bio homework. said he was behind and was wondering if i could tutor him tomorrow. what's your point?” he looks down and softly says “you said yes didn't you?” “no. no i didnt.” he looks up at you quickly, hope and relief evident in his eyes ”really? why not?” “cause he's an asshole that's why.”
he stands up and leans against the bedpost to his left “i thought you liked him...” “liked him? fucking hell, no! he's a manwhore. yeah, he may be attractive but that dosn't mean i wanna be in his bed. what's he got to do with anything?” you can see him trying to hide a small smile but he dosn't bother to answer your question. “timothée. what does he have to do with this?” you're waiting for him to respond but he isn't sure how to answer you. deep down he knows why but he can't tell you that he was jealous can he? no, you'd think he was ridiculous and delusional... you'd laugh in his face when you found out that he's liked you for 2 years now.
you interupt his thoughts by walking closer to him ”i asked you a question.” his eyes shoot up to look at you. you're standing infront of him, arms folded, head tilted slightly with a small smirk on your face.
‘fuck... somthing about that look is just so hot...’ he regains his composure and you pretend to not notice his falter.
“i... i don't know. i was just curious...” his voice is small and meek. you see right through him. you always have been able to. you know how much he wants you and you want him too.“oh come on now. no need to lie. just say it” his head bows slightly under the pressure of your gaze ”i don't know what you're talking about...” you tut lightly and walk closer to him, lifting his chin with your index finger to look him in the eyes. “you realise that i know about your little fixation on me right? you aren't the most subtle...” your smirk grows when you notice the bright pink dusted on his cheeks.
”i'm sorry. i... i didn't want to make things awkward! i tried to get rid of the feelings but i couldn't so i tried to hide it cause i knew it would
make you uncomfortable and-” you stop him mid sentence by moving the hand that was holding his chin up to lightly wrap around his neck and give it a gentle squeeze.
the whimper he lets out was quiet but didn't go unheard of by you.
‘can he just make those noises everyday...’
“shut up” you softly say. “if i were to be mad about anything, it'd be about the fact that you didn't say something sooner.” he's shocked by your words and manages to get out a quiet “what do you mean?” you laugh lightly and lean closer to his ear “i've wanted you for quite some time now. there's no need to be bashful about being jealous because i can promise you that i've had my fair share of jealousy when i see people so blatantly flirt with you... yet you're to oblivious to see it aren't you?” he flushes even more at your words.
you lean back and he repeats his question, “what do you mean?” shaking your head you step back from him and he immediately misses the feeling of your body against his. “i mean, when someone is flirting with you, you don't even register the fact that they're into you. not that i mind that you aren't aware. it does get a bit annoying when you don't realise that i flirt with you however...” “you flirt with me...?” “what do you think i'm doing when i call you gorgeous or cute all the time? it sure as hell isn't me being friendly.” you're gauging his reaction, looking for any look of realisation when it finally hits him. “so you... you feel the same way i feel about you? it's not all one sided...?” his voice is hopeful and you give an exasperated sigh knowing that you'll have to spell it out for him. walking closer, you accentuate each step with a word, “i. fucking. like. you.”
intimidated by your words and gaze he takes an automatic step back, forgetting about the bed behind him. the backs of his knees hit the bed and he falls on top of it. you walk closer and stand inbetween his legs, leaning down you cage him between the bed and your arms. you ever so slightly brush his lips with yours, he shivers at the minimal contact. whispering you ask “may i?” knowing exactly what you're asking he quickly nods. not happy with his answer, your one hand comes up to lightly tug at his hair which releases a quiet whimper from him “words love.” you warn.
‘she's gorgeous... fuck’ he covers up his staring with a small cough.
“please...” “please...?” you ask with the raise of your brow. “please kiss me!” clearly satisfied with his response you capture his lips with yours.
the soft noises he's making are music to your ears and you can tell they're not meant for the camera. he surprises you by pulling you onto him and wrapping his arms around your waist. you're not complaining and your legs part to rest on either side of him. he leans up to pepper your throat with kisses but before he can do much, your hand tugs at his curls a little harder than before making his head tilt up. you gently kiss his jawline and whisper in his ear “careful now” hiding your warning from the camera, you softly nip his ear as a diversion. he whines and you can feel his hips buck up into you slightly. you sit up and look into eachothers eyes but before you get the chance to kiss him again-
“CUT!” you hear the director shout from off camera. you slowly get off of him and stand up. watching your figure he sits up, inconspicuously adjusting his pants, trying to hide the boner he's now sporting thanks to you. you're relieved yet disappointed when you hear the director tell the two of you that you won't need to redo the scene. you qickly rush off set and head to your trailer, timothées eyes trained on you the entire time.
in the safety of your trailer you sigh and try to process everything that just happened. not able to get the sounds he made out of your head you're hardly paying attention when there's a knock on the door. assuming it's matthew you shout “it's open!” that is until you turn around and see timothée step inside. closing the door behind him, he turns to look at you.
the two of you don't say anything and the tension is thick and hot. as if reading eachothers minds, you rush over to eachother and your lips collide, teeth slightly bashing, tongues exploring eachothers mouths. timothée walks backwards with you and you both fall on the futon bed in the corner of the trailer. he sits up and takes your shirt off while you try to get rid of his. you feel him starting to get comfortable being on top and quickly flip him over so you're now on top of him, legs on either side of him and arms caging him in again. deja vu hits you and you smirk at the new yet familiar position.
“don't forget who's incharge here.” you whisper to him. he sighs and you love the sight of him squirming underneath you. “please...” “please...? please what? tell me what you want...” getting restless and tired of your teasing he blurts out “just fuck me already!” your brow raises at his sudden comand, hand coming to wrap around his throat yet again. “watch it... be a good boy and behave ok? we wouldn't want to leave you here with no release now would we?” you pout at him. panic rises in his eyes at the thought of not getting what he so desperately wants.
“i'm sorry... please... please help me...” he whimpers as he guides the hand that's on his throat to his crotch. you smile as your hand tightens and he let's out a loud moan at the feeling. sucking marks along his torso, you whisper into his skin “now there's a good boy... we're going to have so much fun.”
Timothee was actually the one who bought up pegging. He had no internal barrier that he needed to cross to allow himself that option. The two of you had experienced with anal play before and it had always been one of his long time fantasies.
Of course you were more than happy to oblige. Who wouldn’t want to peg Timmy? It was something you had dreamed off but never thought you’d actaully get to do.
Timothee had no problem laying himself bare before you. He trusted you. You’d look after him.
And he had this goofy smile on his face the entire time you prepped him the first time. Until your finger brushed against his prostate and then he became lost to the world and you were left with a moaning puddle known as your boyfriend.
Timmy likes pegging to be intimate. It’s not something he wants to be done hard and fast. He likes you close. He wants you close enough for you to press your forehead against his and for him to feel your breathing on his lips.
Part of the pleasure for him is that closeness. There’s something about being that vulnerable in front of someone, that open that just allows him to feel this overwhelming ammount of love. Which added to the pleasure he was already going through.
One of his favorite positions is when he rides you. He loves it because he gets to sit in your lap and his cock rests against your stomach and you’re just so nice and close.
Half the time he just ends up sitting in your lap with the strap on inside of him and just enjoying the feeling of being full.
Also, his legs always give out on him when he’s riding you. Inevitably, he’ll suddenly just collapse on you and his legs will refuse to allow him to continue to bounce on the cock. He’ll just become a whining mess in your lap cause he’s so close to cumming but now he can’t get the friction he desperately needs.
So you have to flip him over and finish the job for him. Either that or just watch him squirm in your lap for a while.
Can you do a smut with Timmy and pegging? I don’t know if you did this already 💫
I have written something on Timmy and pegging before for sure. But, I don’t know if i talked about this particular concept and even if I have, I definitely need to expand on it. This concept is....
Timmy riding your strap on.
It’s pretty much the hottest thing you’ve ever seen. The angle drives the dildo so deep into him that he needs a while to adjust. He just straddles your lap, dildo deep inside him and falls against your chest. Moaning and whining as he tries to get used to it before he can move.
He uses your shoulders to push himself up and bounce on the cock. He starts off put together, bouncing quick and hard.
But inevitably it always becomes frantic. He starts constantly moaning your name and begging you buck your hips up into him.
His legs always end up giving out because he can’t sustain riding you for very long. When his legs to give out, he falls back into you. He tries to lift himself up again but can’t and ends up pitifully grinding down on the cock. Begging you to please do something because he needs more and he can’t get it himself anymore.
Sometimes you watch him squirm for a little. Wait until he’s got tears running down his eyes and he can’t form coherent sentences.
And then you flip him over and completely wreck him.
That's okay! Sorry, I didn't mean to be so vague the first time! Could you write sub!timothee with choking, overstimulation, and lots of hickies? Maybe some bondage too? ♡
Okay now that’s something I can definitely do.
He looks like the perfect picture of sin. You’ve got him tied in a harness with his hands behind his back. The rope making crosses across his chest (my favorite bondage by the way) that you knew would love marks for at least a day or two.
He’s sitting on the bed, back straight up as he waits for your instruction. His hair has fallen over one his eyes and his skin is flushed despite you not really having done much yet.
You take a moment to appreciate him before approaching the bed. You stand right by the bed, allowing his legs to fall on either side of you.
Gently, you push his chin up with one finger and bring your lips to his. He kisses you desperately. All he wants is you to wreck him. He wants anything at this point. Just touch him.
He whines when you eventually pull away and you can’t help but chuckle at that. Instructing him to remain sitting up and still, you drop to your knees. At eye level with the bed and his cock.
You take your time though. Kissing the inside of his thighs and leaving small little bite marks too. You can’t leave hickeys on his chest or neck because of a film he was doing. But you could completely ruin his thighs and no one would know.
He loved it so much. But even though he loved it, it was also a form of torture. He wanted more. He wanted your mouth somewhere other then his thighs.
You gave in when he started begging. His voice cracking as he bucked his hips up to prove his point.
You smirked. He was always so cute when he got desperate. But you gave him what he wanted. Gently placing a light kiss on his cock.
He moans at the small action. He’s so hyper sensitive at this point that anything feels overwhelming.
You want to make him scream. So you start to suck him off properly. Playing with his balls as you felt him tense under you.
He’s a complete mess. Moaning and whining and throwing his head back.
You consider pulling off him as he’s about to cum, but when asks for a permission in a broken moan, you can’t help but give in and let him.
But you don’t stop there. The moment he cums, you carry on. This time using your hand and being quick and harsh.
He’s whining and driving unsuccessfully to wriggle away from you. Far to sensitive for this. But you want to make him cum again.
When he does cum, it’s with a shout and he begs for no more. Totally and utterly fucked out.
hii! i saw an ask u answered complimenting a sub!timothee chalamet fic u wrote and i really want to read it but i cant seem to find it. could you please link it? thank you! :) 💚
All my sub!timothee fics are tagged sub!timothee and I’ll tag this post with that so that you can just click on it to see the other posts with that tag on my blog!
Also, there’s one separate imagine that I wrote for timothee which you can find at:
There’s a small window of time in the early morning where time seems to stand still. The sun is just starting to rise and the world is only
That’s the only real imagine I have written for him, however I’ve done plenty of blurbs and stuff all of which are tagged with sub!timothee so you can look for that too.
