Long Timothee Chalamet Stories

Fanboy (The end)

Info - sadness, Timothée leaving for work, famous reader, cock warming, unprotected sex, crying while orgasming, stopping sex, proposal during sex, mentions of being a fan

"Spray your things with your cologne, so I don't forget how you smell," she begged me. I wiped her tears again. I'd avoided it as long as I could. However, after many months and many confessions of love and forever with my y/n, I'd gotten a job in another country.

"I'm going to miss you so much," she said, weepily.

"I adore you, and I will miss you as well," I said.

"I don't want you to go," she said, hands nearly hurting with how hard she clung to my body.

"Let me make love to you, it might help settle your heart," I said kissing her palm.

"We've already done that three times and I still ache like you've already left me, but yes, make love to me my sweet boy," she begged.

I was already inside her, so I slowly rolled my hips.

"I've never felt so connected to someone, I love you," she said, desperately holding my face. She pulled me into a languid kiss. I moved my hips slightly faster, and now she was gasping into my mouth.

"I need you by my side always," she panted into my needy mouth.

"I feel the same," I said as I pumped my hips fast. "Fuck you feel better every time I swear."

"Fuck me like you never want to stop, fuck me well enough to last me the months I won't see you," she begged me. I did the best I could. I put everything I had into my thrusts. I kissed her neck, sucking on her skin so she had something to remember me by.

"I love you so much," I whispered in her ear and she fell apart, but to my horror, she burst into tears as she came. I stopped completely.

"Mon amour," I said worriedly. It had just been stray tears here and there up until now, this was full on sobs.

"I can't do it, I c-can't. I'm so in love with you, I can't be away from you for so long," she gulped.

"Come with me," I whispered.

"What?"

"I didn't want to ask because I didn't want you putting your career on hold for me, but if It hurts you this much, then please, come with me," I said. She was stunned and silent for a moment. She flipped us so she was on top. She was riding me hard and kissing all over my face.

"Yes, yes, I will come with you!" She was giggling, something I'd seen less of since I got the job. My heart was soaring.

"I can't believe you thought I'd put my career over you, oh precious boy, I'll find work there, I'll be fine if I have you by my side," she swooned.

"I'm glad you're so happy!" I said, feeling her walls clench to give me more pleasure. "And holy shit you're fucking me well."

"Marry me Timothée, I want to put a ring on you. I don't want to be without you. I want to have your babies and make love to you until the day I die," she gasped as she rode.

"You mean it?" I asked, happy tears now leaking from my eyes.

"Absolutely my dear fan boy, I mean every word," she beamed. My orgasm over took me. Pleasure shuddered through my body. My cock took over and began to shoot inside her. She was smiling angelically at me.

"Yes, I'm your biggest fan," I panted.