timothée chalamet imagines

*beach*

here's my friend's smut. comment what you think. like i said before: if there's hate or this whole thing is made awkward, this chapter will be unpublished. enjoy :)

your pov

Timothée pressed a kiss to my shoulder, moving his lips slowly down the side of my arm.

I'm sitting on his legs, arms wrapped around him. His back is facing the water as I look out to it. It's all so peaceful that I just close my eyes and listen to the crashing waves of the ocean.

The sun has set and it's getting a chilly, the perfect kind of weather to me. Timothée and I have been at the beach all day, and there's only a handful of people left out here besides us.

"I love you." I rest my chin on his shoulder.

"I love you, too."

I move my head to face him and kiss him softly.

"Baby." I mumble, almost increasingly hungry for his lips.

"Hmm?" he groans as I tug his hair.

We pull away. "I want you."

He looks around. "People are still here."

I rest my hand on his leg. "Please."

He looks around once again, tossing a blanket over my back to cover us up. "I'm not going to be able to get inside of you," he says "but I'm going to make you feel so damn good."

"And how are you doing to do th-" I start to tease, but he cuts me off with another kiss.

"Just let me take care of you."

I pull his face to mine, starting to kiss him again, grinding on him subconsciously. The fabric of my bathing suit bottom rubbing against me gives me an instant feeling of tingles.

His right hand runs along the waistband of my bathing suit bottom. My mouth parts as he slips his hand inside of them swiftly.

He attacks my neck with wet kisses and biting. I moan softly as he presses his cold thumb against my budding clit.

He rests his forehead against mine, looking me in the eyes as he starts to rub me slowly.

"Timothée." I sigh his name and he smiles, giving me soft pecked kisses.

"This feel good, baby?" he asks.

I nod, bitting down on my lip and letting out a small whimper. A knot in my stomach already starts to form and I close my eyes gently.

The rubbing of my clit picks up speed and I feel him slip two of his fingers inside of me. I press my chest against him, surely putting my breasts up in his face.

He chuckles, placing his other hand on my breast. He squeezes it roughly, making me moan. His hand rubs my breast and he pinches my nipple, making it harden even more.

"Ugh!" I raise my hips slightly to thrust myself on his fingers. The hand on my breast is quick to cover my mouth, making me whimper loudly behind it.

"Are you close, baby?" he whispers.

I whimper again, feeling the knot in my stomach tighten to its limit. With a continuous circular rub to my clit, I lay against Timothée, moaning out shakily as I start to orgasm.

And I really do try my best to keep quiet, but I just can't. It just feels to good.

"Fuck." I sigh as I start to come down from it, still thrusting and grinding myself atop of his fingers at, a now, slower pace.

"You're so fucking hot." he says, biting my lower lip and tugging it with his teeth. The rubbing of my clit comes to a slow stop when I finish and his hand retrieves from out of my bottoms.

He brings his hand out from under the towel and to my mouth. "Taste yourself."

I open my mouth and he pushes his fingers inside, I suck on them as told, making him groan.

He pulls them out soon after, the pop of my lips off of them sounds between us. "Y/n?"

"Hmm?" I slur, almost wanting to fall asleep.

He looks to his right and left, turning back to me with a grin. "Everyone's gone."

"Are they?" I wrap my arms around his neck, kissing him once again.

"Can we?" he raises his hips up, making me feel his hardened crotch against me.

I nod. He pushes me off of him and onto the sand, pinning my hands right above my head.