Long Timothee Chalamet Stories

Interrupted (P1)

Pairing - Timothée Chalamet/Fem!Reader

Warnings - stopping during sex, waking someone up with oral, oral (male and female receiving), face sitting, unprotected sex,

Kids - Belle, (oldest), Laurie (middle child) Jude (infant)

"You horny baby?" Timothée chuckled as I ran a hand up his thigh.

"Desperately," I said biting my lip.

"Well, the kids are napping. We could have some fun instead of sleeping too," he suggested.

"Yes, please," I said, straddling him. It was clear Timothée wanted this too, but he wanted to make sure I was okay with it.

"You sure Mon Amor? Jude had you up quite a few times last night," he said.

"You're all I want," I whispered into his ear, hands pressed to his chest. He moaned.

"Kiss me," he begged, and leaned into me. I attached my lips to his. We were getting hot and heavy quickly, knowing we may not have a long time. My tongue was exploring his mouth, my hips grinding down on him.

"Papa," came Belle's small voice from the top of the stairs. I scrambled off Timothée.

"Yes Mon Amor," Timmy called up, eyes squeezed shut, but none of his frustration showed in his voice. Belle much preferred her father to me.

"Laurie keeps telling me scary stories, and I can't sleep," she whined.

"Tell him nap time is quiet time, and I'll be up in a second," Timothée called back.

"Sorry babe," he said. "It's fine, I'll just nap. She'll hold you hostage for as long as she can."

"I'm sure she will," he chuckled. Now that he was dealing with the kids, I decided I'd go sleep in the baby's room, to keep an eye on her.

I snuck into baby Jude's room. She was sleeping peacefully. Of all the children, she looked the most like Timothée. She had hazel eyes, and even though she was young, she had the dark, thick, curls of her father already. She looked so precious in her crib, her tiny mouth sucking on a soother.

I laid down on the spare bed near the crib. My eyes closed and I fell into a deep sleep.

The rest of the day was too busy for Timothée and I to do anything, and by the time the kids were asleep we were exhausted. We fell asleep in our bed, cuddled up to one another.

I awoke to a delicious feeling between my thighs. I removed the blankets to see my sleepy husband lapping at my folds.

"Well good morning to you too," I chuckled. He buried his face in my heat, making me moan.

"Fuck, you've always been so good at that," I whimpered as I wound my fingers in his curls. His tongue was talented and I was needy, so my orgasm was approaching fast.

"Mommy!" I heard Laurie's small fist bang on the door. I groaned as I pushed Timothée's head back. I thanked God we'd taught him to knock or he'd probably be scared for life.

I got up, pulling my underwear up, and tossing on one of Timothée's shirts as I crossed the room. I opened the door to see my darling five year old beaming up at me.

"Mommy, I made a surprise for you," he said.

"Oh how lovely," I said somewhat wearily. Surprises from Laurie could either be sickeningly sweet or a disaster. I really hoped this would be like time he had cleaned up his and Belle's room for me, and not like the time he'd given the dog a haircut because he'd heard me say I didn't have time to take her to the groomers.