Long Timothee Chalamet Stories

Fanboy (P6)

Info - reader writes smut, instaconnection, moving fast, reinacting smut, thigh riding, dry humping, unprotected sex, cock warming

"Baby girl," I said, kissing all over her face. She was giggling. We were moving fast, and she spent most days at my place. It was the first time I'd ever found work tedious, I just wanted to be with her.

"You're so beautiful," I swooned.

"You're a dork," she laughed.

"You meant to say 'you're my dork'," I informed her.

"But also a sweetheart," she sighed and kissed me slowly, and sensually.

"Let me make you breakfast," she said.

"You're the best," I smiled. As she did, I scrolled Twitter in my boxers. A lot of people were talking about fanfiction today. I remembered how I'd read those fanfics of her before we were together. However, this was my first time considering there might be some about me. I grabbed y/n's phone, she had tumblr too. I'd feel less weird looking up stuff about myself on hers.

On her dash the first thing to come up was one about me! Did this mean she'd read fanfiction about me too? As I read it my cheeks got redder and redder, this was intense. The way I was described was so lustful. Was this how the fans saw me?

"Why do you have my phone?" She asked, putting down her food.

"Ummmm," I couldn't think straight, the idea of doing those things with her was all consuming. She took her phone from my hand, and her eyes widened.

"You were reading smut about yourself?" She asked.

"I just wanted to see if it existed, and wow, that writer sure as hell puts me in a good light, I sound like a God!"

"Did you see who the author was?" She asked quietly.

"Something like Timothée's left something, I can't remember," I shrugged.

"Timothée's left nipple," she said looking away.

"They a favorite of yours or something?" I asked cheekily.

"They ARE me," she whispered.

"Huh?" I asked in shock.

"Before we met, hell, before I even became famous, I was a fan. That's why I didn't freak when you told me you'd touched yourself to me before. I had a famous blog. I-I just recently wrote that one, because now I know how you really are in bed," she told me.

"Hold on, you wrote that recently, meaning that story is how you feel about me and see me?" I asked in shock.

"Yes," she nodded.

"Fuck, I need you right now," I said, and yanked her to me, kissing her intensely. She responded just as eagerly. She panted as she kissed me.

"You really think I could get you off.... Completely clothed?" I asked shakily.

"I know you can," she nodded, clinging to me. She began to get undressed for me. I gulped, her form never disappointing me.

"You're so sexy," I whined.

"How should we start?" I asked.

"Well, first off, you need to get dressed. You're only wearing boxers," she smirked. I ran upstairs, taking them two at a time. I threw on jeans and a T-shirt and got back down.

"There," I panted. She pushed me down onto the couch and kissed me. She moved from straddling me, to only sitting on one leg. She began to rub herself on my thigh.

"This is called thigh riding baby," she told me. Her breasts jiggled as she rode my thigh.

"Fuck, feels good on my clit," she moaned.

"How did I land someone so fine?" I gulped. I stared at the wet patch she was making. "Damn this is so hot."

"Yeah it is, I'm getting myself worked up for your cock," she whined.

"My cock? But I thought-"

"Shhhh, you're going to make me come from just your clothed length. I'm going to fall apart without you even inside me. You're going to drive your hard on into me, and play with my tits."

"I'm going to faint," I panted. She rubbed herself harder and I instinctively jiggled my knee.

"Fuck," she moaned, and I watched her pinch her nipples and feel up her breasts. "I'm sorry Timmy, I'm going to-"

She gasped and was jutting wildly, eyes rolling back into her head. She was gasping my name over and over and I was entranced.

"Did you come?" I asked.

"Yeah," she panted. I threw her down on the couch and kissed her feverishly.

"You really think all those things about me and my cock?" I asked desperately squeezing her breasts.

"Every fucking word," she breathed.

"The only way I see to do this and not hurt you is in my boxers," I said. She nodded. I tore off my jeans. My boxers were soaked in precum and she was drenched. I held my cock so it had a shape through the fabric and wasn't just a bulge. I began to rut into her.

"Oof, oh, fuck, Timothée," she wailed.

"Does it actually feel good?" I asked.

"Yes, and just the whole idea is so sexy."

I went as fast as I could for her, she rotated her hips.

"Holy shit you're sexy," I whined. I was so desperate for her.

"Come on Mon amour," I said, and pulled her up with me.

"Ride it," I begged. She did as I asked, rubbing herself on my hardness. I pulled her again, this time to kiss her and so I could roll her nipples between my fingers.

"Timmy," the name was muffled as I kissed her hard. She clenched all her muscles, moaning. I could tell she'd come again.

"Fuck, you sexy, sexy thing," I said and she was ripping my boxers down and sheathing me inside her. I chuckled at her need, just as strong as mine.

"So many times I've wondered what your cock would feel like, but you've exceeded expectations," she huffed. I helped her bounce, knowing she was likely tiring.

"I can't believe we both felt the same things before we even met," I smiled.

"I think you're it for me Timothée," she said quietly.

"I think the same," I said earnestly. She happily pressed her forehead against mine, eyes searching mine as we fucked. My hands went up and down her back with care.

"Sweetness, I'm close," I said.

"Me too," she said and closed her mouth over mine. I sighed into her mouth.

"My girl," I moaned, and my orgasm rolled through me. I whimpered as she rode me. I unleashed my essence inside her. She was shaking through her own bliss. I held her tight, continuing to fuck her through it.

"That was amazing Timmy," she said and cuddled into me, not even trying to get up.