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Pool Girl part 10

-RPF

-Warnings: Nervousness, Talk About Sex, FLUFF

-Characters: Timothee Chalamet, Reader

-Pairings: Timothee x Reader

-Word Count: 1,548

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One date turned into another, then another and another. They weren’t fancy. Picnics and burger joints. Walking in the park, ice cream and coffee shops. They hung out even when they weren’t on dates. She would go over to Timothee’s and they would sit by the pool and sip beer or whatever he had in his wine cellar.

“How would you feel about formally meeting my friends?” Timothee asked next to the pool.

“Your friends that think I’m a gold digger?”

“They don’t think you’re a gold digger.”

“That’s not what I heard.”

Timothee smirked. “Maybe if you would stop eavesdropping at the gate and actually come in instead of leaving when you hear the voice of someone who isn’t me.”

She gave a sigh. “I won’t get along with your friends. I know that.”

“How will you know if you don’t try?” He taps the underneath of her chin with his finger, making her smile. “I want them to meet my girl.”

“Oh, I’m your girl now?!” She said with added expression. “When did that happen?!”

“When you kept accepting my dates and kissing me.” He smiled proudly.

“We’ve never even had sex.”

“We don’t need to be sleeping together for you to be my girlfriend. Besides, I think the longer we wait the better it will be.”

“How so?”

“The build up and it actually means something. The more we wait the more we actually get to like one another and the better the sex.”

“I’ll agree with you on that one.”

“So?” He leans forward. “Whaddaya say?” He presses a kiss to her lips. “Meet my friends?”

She rolls her eyes. “I’ll think about it.”

He watches her as she sits there, watching the water, lit up by the lights in the pool. “Stay the night.”

“What?!” She laughed out, shocked at his question.

“I want you to spend the night. No sex, just my company.”

“Are you serious?”

Timothee shrugs. “Why not?”

She looks at him. “I- I- I don't have a reason.”

“It’s late, I know you’re exhausted. I know you keep extra clothes on the truck. We can order some Chinese and watch some movies till we fall asleep cuddled on the couch.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?” His smile grew.

“Yes.” She smiled.

He stands. “Go get your clothes, I’ll go order food. You’ll have time to shower before it gets here.”

Y/N ran out to the work truck, grabbed her bag of clothes and locked the truck. She walked back up to the house and she could see Timothee through the huge glass windows setting up the living room, Apple TV loading on the screen. She smiled watching him fluff the pillows.

She walked in, Timothee turning to her with a smile. “Come on, I‘ll show you the bathroom.”

He led her upstairs. She looked over the newer parts of his house she’d never seen before. It was white, natural colors with bright whimsical paintings and art on the walls. It showed his different styles.

“This is my room. You can use my bathroom.” His cheeks reddened slightly, which she thought was adorable.

“Your bed is huge.”

“I like to roll around a lot.”

“Oh yeah?!” She raised her brows and his face dropped.

“Not- Not like that! I just mean-” She silenced him with her lips on his.

“Relax.” She whispered into his lips. “I’ll be out in a bit.” She backed away into the bathroom.

She stood in the wide shower with the rainfall showerhead. The glass walls of the shower quickly steamed up as she showered. His body wash smelled like him. Not too strong of sandalwood and a dash of mint. The shampoo was vanilla and ginger.

She smiled as she showered. She had a small level of nerves settling in her and she wasn’t sure why. She stepped out of the shower and wrapped herself in the large fluffy white towel. It smelled of fresh linen. Looking at the marble lavatory she saw a fancy dish set up with cologne. She picked up the Bleu de Chanel bottle and gave it a sniff. It was the same one he had on now.

She put on her panties and smirked, going into his closet, picking out a t-shirt, slipping it on with her pajama shorts beneath. Wiping the mirror she looked at herself in the mirror, his shirt baggy on her. She shook her head with a laugh at how he liked his clothes oversized.

She walked down stairs, Timothee putting the food out on the table in the living room in front of the couch. He glanced back and did a double take. A smirk was immediate on his face.

“Nice shirt.”

“I figured, why not.”

He stands and slowly walks over to her. Slipping his hand gently around her waist he pulls her to him and presses his lips to hers. Parting his lips slightly he deepens the kiss just a little more before pulling away.

“It looks good on you.” His smirk is devilish and she loves it.

They sit on the couch and put on some random ass TV show about underground fight clubs and dig into the food. He was surprised how much she got into such a violent show. He laughed at her reactions to the blood and violence.

“Okay,” He stood. “I’m going jump in the shower. I’ll be back in a bit.”

“I’ll clean this up.”

“You don’t have to.”

“It’s the least I can do.” She tells him with the take out boxes in her hands.

Y/N cleans up the mess and wipes down the counter and table in the living room. Standing in the kitchen she was flipping through her phone when she saw Timothee walking down the stairs across the house. She did a double take and froze. He walked into the office in a pair of gray jogging pants completely shirtless, hair damp. She watched as his muscles flexed across his body when he leaned over the computer that the security system was on. For such a slim body he was extremely muscular.

He walked out of the office and paused in the kitchen. “Are you ready for another episode or do you want to watch a movie?”

“I- uh-” She stuttered as if she suddenly went dumb. “Y-yeah.”

“You okay?”

“Yeah.” She giggled as she walked past him.

He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her back against him. “Liar.” He gripped her hips. “I saw that.”

“Saw what?” She played dumb.

“You staring.” He kissed her cheek. “Do you want me to put a shirt on? So I'm not so distracting.” She shook her head no. “You sure?”

“I’m sure.”

“Don’t worry, the feeling is mutual.” He backs away and smacks her rear.

She follows him into the living room and onto the couch. “Let's find a movie.”

“Action, horror?” He asks as he lays across the couch, Y/N cuddling into his side between him and the couch.

“Romance.”

“I got you covered.” He pulls up the romantic movie section and they settle on a movie.

It’s a comfortable setting. They are relaxed with each other and it’s easy flow of conversation and movements between them. Little kisses and playful touches. Timothee found more confidence with her and let his hands drift lower on her hips and thighs, letting his hand come to rest on her bottom as they watched the movie.

After a while he noticed she wasn’t talking anymore, and she’d stopped drawing shapes on his stomach. He looked down and she was asleep on his chest. He kissed the top of her head and rested his head on top of hers for a moment before sliding out from beneath her. He walked to the back door, locking in. The loud clack of the top lock woke her. He looked back seeing her wiping her eyes, sitting up on the couch.

“Sorry.” Timothee walked back over to the couch. “I didn’t think it was gonna wake you.”

“It’s okay.”

“Come on,” He took her hand. “Let’s go upstairs”

She followed him, her hand in his, pausing here and there as he shut off lights on the way to his bedroom. She had a sudden surge of nerves as she watched him shut the bedroom door and pull down the covers.

“You can sleep on whichever side you want.” He told her, shutting the curtains.”Do you want a light? I can leave-”

“No, that’s- it’s fine.” She tells him, climbing into bed.

He shuts off the lights and all that’s left is the lamp next to the bed on his side. He scoots closer to her.

“Tell me, do you want to be the big spoon or the little spoon?” He smirks at her.

“What?” He giggled.

“Little spoon it is.” He wraps his arm around her waist, pulling her against him.

“Oh! I get it now.” She laughed. “This is good.”

Laying her head on the pillow she felt Timothee shut the light off and pull her a little closer.

“You smell like strawberries.” He comments.

“I had lotion in my bag.”

He buries his face into her neck and inhales deeply. He settles in behind her and it literally takes minutes before they are both asleep.

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lovelyrocker · 3 months

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Pool Girl part 11

RPF

Warnings: SMUT, Language, Rude Friends

Characters: Timothee Chalamet, Reader, Mason (OMC), Donavan (OMC)

Pairings: Timothee x Reader

Word Count: 3,128

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She felt a tickle on the back of her neck as she slightly woke up with the sun in her eyes. Scrunching her face she buried her face into the pillow. The bed dipped a little and a breeze of cold hit her back followed by the blanket getting tucked in behind her. The warmth was different, but she still welcomed it.

Timothee made his way downstairs with a smile on his face. He had a skip in his step as he made coffee. It was a little after ten that morning when he heard the buzz at his gate. He went to the office and looked at the camera at the front gate of his house. He smiled seeing his friends, Mason and Donavan.

He buzzed them in and opened the front door for them. “Tim!” Donavan greeted. “What are you doing?”

“What are the two of you even doing out of bed at ten am?” Timothee greeted them both with a handshake and a hug.

“We were thinking of a mini road trip.” Mason told him, grabbing an apple from the counter. “Going to the music festival! Gonna go meet some lovely ladies!”

“Shh!” Timothe hushed them with a laugh. “As fun as a music festival sounds, I’ll pass.”

“Why?” Mason questioned. “What do you have going on that's better than partying in the desert?”

“Oh ho!” Donavan shouted, picking up the woman’s backpack with clothes from the ground. “Someone was busy last night.” He picks up the tank top from the bag.

“Give me that!” Timothee yanks the bag and top from his friends hands, shoving the shirt back in.

“Timmy,” Mason said in a hushed tone. “You got a girl upstairs?”

“No- I- yes, but-”

“Oh Shit!” Donavan smiled. “Pool girl finally put out?”

“Okay, one her name is Y/N, not pool girl. And no she did not put out. She just spent the night.”

“What do you mean?” Mason asked with curiosity.

“Meaning she came over, we ate, watched TV and went to bed.”

“So, wait, you’re telling me that after all the dates and hanging out she didn’t spread her legs for you, yet?” Mason added.

“Watch it!” Timothee snaps. “Watch how you talk about her. That’s my girlfriend you're talking about and you’re gonna respect her.”

“Girlfriend? Timmy-” Mason started but Timothee cut him off.

“Yes, girlfriend. Now get lost before you wake her up and be a little more respectful or don’t bother.”

“Geez, Tim, she’s got you whipped.” Donavan laughed as he and Mason walked out the front door.

He shut the door behind them and turned back into the kitchen. As he rounded the corner he saw Y/N sitting on the stairs.

“How long have you been there?”

“Girlfriend, huh?” She stands, walking over to him.

“I was hoping so.” He smiled for a moment before his smile faded. “I’m sorry about my friends. They are a little-”

“It’s okay. I know how guys are.” She places her arms around his neck.

“I’m not like that, I swear.” He defends, his hand resting on her waist.

“I know.”

“How’d you sleep?”

“Like heaven. You have the softest bed in the world. You were so warm.” She leaned up and pressed a kiss to his lips. “I have to head to work.”

“What?! It’s Saturday!”

“I know. I have four pools to go take care of.”

“Okay, well, can I take you to dinner tonight?”

“As in?”

“As in, there is a nice restaurant that just opened downtown and before you say no-” He says quickly, seeing her ready to respond. “I want to take you out, my way, at least once. It won’t be this big public thing. Just a nice dinner, maybe drinks after.” He watched her face, trying to gather her response. “We will go in privately. I’ll call ahead. No paparazzi.”

“I-” She paused then scrunched her face. “What do I have to wear?”

He smiled, almost jumping in excitement. “A nice little cocktail dress.”

“Okay.” She smiled at his smile. “Fine.”

“I’ll pick you up at seven.” He grabbed a pen and paper from the counter. “Write down your address.”

She giggled at his excitement as she wrote down her address for him. She was surprised, he wasn’t this spoiled little brat that she expected. He was sweet and kind. Observant and attentive. She wondered how much that would change once they were in his environment instead of the relaxed atmosphere she had been insisting on.

“Okay, as much as I would love to stay in your shirt all day, lounging on your cloud couch, I have to go get dressed.” She grabbed her bag.

Timothee couldn't resist, he smacked her rear as she walked away, gaining a giggle from her.

When she went back down Timothee had a cup of coffee in a to-go cup waiting for her. “I think I got it right from the few times we drank coffee together.” He held it out for her.

“You didn’t have to-”

“Just take it.” He smirked, kissing her cheek.

She sipped from the cup. “Close enough.” She sipped again. “You are very touchy. I never expected that.”

“Well, get used to it.” He told her, pushing a stray hay behind her ear. “I’ll see you tonight.”

He pressed a kiss to her lips before she grabbed her bag and walked out the backdoor. He couldn’t wipe the smile off his face as he watched her walk to the gate.

That evening when she got home she immediately took a shower. She scrubbed, exfoliated, shaved, washed, lucked, the whole nine yards. It had been so long since she went out on a date to a fancy restaurant. She had her reasons, but Timothee seemed so different. She decided she was gonna let him take her out and see what happens.

She dug out her nicest dress. It was a black mid thigh dress with a sheer layer over the top. The neckline dipped, showing off her cleavage. One of the things she liked about the dress. She took her time and did her make up with eyeliner and pulled her hair up in a fancy updo. SHe was just finishing the final touches when she heard the knock on her door.

7:02 pm. Punctual.

Giving a quick once over in her mirror, she headed to the door. As soon as she opened the door all she saw was Timothee gawking as soon as he laid eyes on her. “What?” She was suddenly extremely self conscious. “What’s wrong?”

“Not a damn thing.” He breathed out with a smile. “You look amazing.”

“Oh. Thank you.” She smiled.

“You always look good, so.” She smirked walking out of her apartment, locking the door.

“I’ll look even better with you on my arm.” He says slyly as he holds out his elbow.

She slides her hand in and he leads her to his waiting car. He opens the door for her. Looking around, his car is sleek and clean. He gets in and smiles at her, Y/N can’t help the smirk over her lips.

He was so polite and kind to everyone he came in contact with at the restaurant. They were seated in a private area. It was quiet and dimly lit.

“Why do you keep staring at me like that?” She asked as Timothee looked over at her with sparkling green eyes.

“Because you are absolutely gorgeous.” He reached across the table, taking her hand. “I’ve been wanting to tell you that since the moment I saw you in my backyard. But you thought I was fourteen.”

She couldn’t help but laugh. “In my defense, you were even dressed like a teenage boy.”

“I admit that I do from time to time.”

“And then you dress like you are tonight. Black slacks and a white button down, all high brands I’m sure. With shoes that probably cost more that four months rent at my place.” She played with his fingers as their hands stayed together on the table. “Looking like you just came from a photo shoot.”

“What’s your deal with fancy labels and rich people?” Timothee asks genuinely. She shakes her head with her bottom lip pushed out slightly as if it was no big thing. “Tell me.”

“That’s a conversation for another time.” She looks up at him. “But for now, I want to know how to pronounce some of these names in this menu.” She lets out a laugh.

“A lot of it is pretty basic stuff, just with fancy names so they can over charge for it.” Timothee chuckled.

He helped her with the menu and ordered a bottle of wine he refused to tell her the price of but she savored every sip. It was small talk while they stared deeply into one another's eyes. Little touches that lingered on one another’s skin.

Timothee slyly paid for the dinner, not letting her have a peep at the check. “Ready?” He asked, holding out his hand.

“Yes.” She took his hand and walked out of the restaurant hand in hand. “So, what now?”

“Well, you said you like art. I was thinking about a private museum tour?”

“Really? How can you pull that off?”

“I can’t give you an answer that won’t make you roll your eyes.” He smirks. “But what do you say?”

“I say, yes.”

They spent the next few hours going slowly through the museum. She asked questions and he answered and vice versa. They took their time, and didn't care about anyone or anything else.

Back in his car they drove back from downtown. “Would I be overstepping if I asked you to come over for a drink?” He glanced over at her.

“Not at all.” She could feel her stomach flipping inside of her.

At his house he helped her out of the car and opened the door for her, letting her into his house. “Look at that, I get to use the front door.” She commented with a smirk.

He pressed a kiss to her cheek. “What are you in the mood for?”

“What you got?” She asked, hoisting herself up on his counter.

“Beer, wine, whiskey,” He names as he walks up to her, taking her heel in his hand. “I think I still have some of that bourbon you like.” He pulls her heel off and drops it to the floor. “Or if you want a quick buzz, I have vodka in the freezer.” He pulls her other heel and drops it to the floor.

“Let’s stick with wine. Red. Simple and satisfying.”

“I’ll be right back.”

She hops off the counter and makes her way to the living room. Looking around more than she normally does. Actually taking time to pick up and examine his knick knacks and pictures.

“I stole that ring from set after filming.” He said, walking into the room with two wine glasses in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other, barefoot.

“I see you kicked off the shoes, too. Even expensive shoes are pinchy.” She smirked.

“Yes.” He led her to the couch.

“Which set did you steal it from?”

“Little women.”

“Is that the same one Jo gave to your character?”

“So you have seen one of my movies!” He smiles, pouring her wine and handing her the glass.

“I’ve seen a few, actually. I just didn’t put two and two together when we first met. Took a while.”

“And how long was a while?”

“Right before our first date.” She admitted with blush rising in her cheeks.

“Oh really?”

“I was curious as to what else I’ve seen you in. SO I’ll admit, I went on IMBD.” She confessed and he laughed.

“And what did you find?”

“I’ve seen a few of your movies. I saw Meet The Coopers years ago. I’ll confess, I thought you were cute then.”

“And now?” He placed his hand on her cheek, pulling her closer.

“So unbelievably sexy.” She told him as she leaned into the kiss.

He was gentle as his tongue entered her mouth, careful as he nipped her bottom lip. Every Time he kissed her like this she couldn’t breathe. Her every sense was heightened. Her hands slid behind his neck, tangling into his long curls. His hand was resting on her thigh as it slowly inched its way up her leg. He paused as his fingers dipped beneath her dress. She could tell he was hesitant, trying to be respectful. His fingertips dug into her flesh is his tongue caressed hers.

They were a tangled mess of groping and panting when she finally pulled away. “Hold on.” She breathed out, taking a breath. “My whole body is flushed.” She giggled.

Timothee pushed her hair from her face. “I have an idea. Only if you want.”

“What’s that?”

“Maybe, we could take this upstairs.” He tells her, focused on their entwined fingers. “In the bedroom.”

“Okay.”

His eyes darted to hers. “Really?”

“Yeah.”

Timothee stood, holding out his hand. She placed her hand in his and he led her up the stairs and into the bedroom. He shut the door behind him and looked back at her.

“You sure about this?”

She nodded her head as she walked over to him, sliding her hand behind his neck, pulling him into a kiss. Her hands dragging down his torso. She could feel him flex with anticipation beneath the thin fabric.

Timothee let his lips lead him from her lipid to her neck and shoulders. His fingers found the zipper on the back of her dress. Dragging it down she feels the dress give away and start to fall down her arms. Letting go of Timothee for a moment she lets the dress fall down her body. Timothee automatically grows harder at the sight of her in her bra and panties. He brings his lips back to hers moving down her neck again finding sensitive spots on his way to her chest.

She giggles as his curls fall, tickling her skin. He looks up at her with a smile. Leaning in, she kisses his neck. All smiles fade as he swallows hard, the feeling sending goosebumps across Timothee’s skin. Unbuttoning his shirt she kisses down his chest and stomach. She pushes his shirt down his arms, letting it fall to the floor next to her dress.

Her legs hit the bed, he leans over her, lowering down to the mattress. With a knee between her legs he pushes her up on the bed gently. His hands gripping her ass, face buried in her neck and hair. The only sound is her pulling his pants open and pushing them down his waist. The clinking of his belt as it hits the floor.

She dips her thumbs into his boxers, ready to pull them down. “Wait, wait!” Timothee pulls away.

“What?!”

He reaches to the side and pulls open his night stand. “Don’t want to forget this.” He tosses a condom on the bed next to them.

“Such a gentleman.” She smiles, pulling him down back on top of her.

Sliding his hand beneath her he unclasped her bra, his face kissing down to her chest. Pulling the fabric away he instantly wraps his lips around a taut nipple, making her arch into him. Her core was soaked at the point, Begging for him. She could feel his length pushing against his underwear, the thickness of him obvious.

She gives his ass a squeeze over his boxers making him laugh around her opposite breast, his tongue busy swirling around, making her nipple even harder. Pushing his boxers below his ass he reaches a hand, helping her rid him of his final article of clothing. He slips and falls next to her with a laugh. She takes the opportunity to straddle him. His thick cock pressing against her belly as she licks into his mouth.

Grabbing the condom from beside them she rips it open with her teeth and slides it on to his erection. The gentle feeling of her fingers caressing down his cock makes him shudder. He wraps his arms around her waist and guides her over him, his other hand lining himself up at her opening. She slides down slowly, giving herself time not just to adjust to his considerable size but to enjoy the stretch of him inch by inch.

When she started moving her hips, Timothee came awfully close to sounding like a teenage boy again. Muffling his high pitched pleasured whines in her shoulder, her hair, anywhere he could bury his face. Hot, wet, tightness encased his cock and he all but cried out in pleasure. She looked down at him as she rode him, his head tossed back as he sat there, his fingers digging into her back. She ran her thumb over his lips as he smirked up at her.

He gripped her hard and flipped her onto her back, never leaving her passage. He began thrusting. Not too hard but just enough that her body jerked slightly with each movement. Now it was her turn to whimper pathetically as he had his way with her.

He hovered over her, hair grazing her face. “I’m- I’m close, Timmy.” She whispered out.

He backed away and slipped out of her, turning her over to her stomach. She stood on all fours as Timothee re entered her roughly. She let out a moan and he started pounding into her from behind. The sound of skin slapping skin, panting, her hands dug into the sheets as her roses curled. She cursed, saying his name over and over, drenching his cock with her juices.

Suddenly, Timothee pulled out, ripped the condom off and jerked himself a few short times and he was spilling himself all over her lower back with a grunt.

He leans over her, not caring that his stomach is pressed against his own cum that's now smeared across her back. He kissed her neck, gently pushed her hair from her face. He falls next to her, both still panting.

He reached, grabbing a shirt from the floor. “Hold still.” He tells her as he wiped her back clean.

“You made a mess.” She tells him as he then wipes his stomach.

“I couldn’t help it. I have watched you in that damn see through shirt and you back is just so sexy-”

“Oh, is it?” She laughs, leaning in, pressing a kiss to his lips.

He pulled her into his arms. “That was so fucking amazing!”

“It was definitely worth the build up.”

“But now,” He leaned into her neck. “It’s definitely a must have.” He tells her, rolling her over onto her back, kissing her again.

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