Long Timothee Chalamet Stories

Don't Be Suspicious (p2)

Warnings - talk of adolescent masturbation, shower sex, secret relationship, unrequited crush, hiding, jumping out of window, nearly getting caught, cock warming

It had been a couple weeks of Timothée and I fooling around at every opportunity. Right now, he was over at my place. We'd just finished fucking but he'd only put his boxers back on and I just had a bra and underwear. We were lounging around and talking, waiting for our take out to arrive. I loved seeing Timothée shirtless, and if I had to be in my underwear to persuade him, so be it.

"There's the doorbell," I said and ran out of my room and down the stairs. I threw on a robe before opening the door. I took the robe off once I had the food and high tailed it back up the stairs, truly treasuring every minute I got with Timothée.

"Were you in just that when you answered the door?" He asked immediately.

"Why does it matter," I smirked.

"God forbid wanting me to be the only one to see my girlfriend's smoking hot body," he said, taking my hips in his hands and kissing my stomach as I approached with the food.

"You consider me your girlfriend?" I asked, heart swelling.

"Yeah, I mean unless you don't want to be. I'm not seeing anyone else though," he said sheepishly.

"Neither am I and I'd love to be your girlfriend," I smiled and sat down, handing him his food.

"Childhood goal accomplished!" He pumped his fist.

"You are so ridiculous," I rolled my eyes. "That was not a childhood goal of yours."

"Oh, yes it was!" He said earnestly. "You were the first person I ever masturbated to."

"I think you've corrupted me, because that's kinda sweet," I said, leaning forward, with a fry in my mouth so he could take it.

"Fuck, you're so fucking sexy it blows my mind," he said, before taking the fry. We continued eating.

"I want to know the answer to my question by the way," I said.

"Sorry, what's the question?" He asked.

"Did you have girls chasing after you at college?"

"Uh, yeah," he said, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "I went on a bunch of dates, had a couple hookups, but ummm."

He wouldn't meet my eyes, and he had patches of pink on his cheeks. "In the back of my head, I was always kinda thinking of you."

"Oh my goodness, you are the cutest thing," I said, and I ruffled his hair. He bit his lip and grinned.

"Come on sexy, let's take a shower together," I said with a wink, standing up and holding out my hand.

"Yes please!" he scrambled quickly off my bed. I started the shower and took off my bra and underwear. I turned to Timmy.

"Get undressed silly," I laughed. He'd been staring at me with a dreamy expression with his mouth hanging open.

"Oh, sorry," he said, and scrambled to get his boxers off. I'd been pleased and surprised to find on that he had a huge cock.

"Come here you," I said, wrapping my arms around him in the shower. I kissed him deeply. His hands gently brushed my sides.

"Can't we tell Pauline, so I can show you off and stuff," he begged.

"No baby," I said and he made pouty lips. I bit the bottom one gently, and his eyes fluttered shut.

"I've never had shower sex before," he mused.

"Rather presumptuous of you think we're going to fuck," I smirked.

"Aren't we?" He asked with round puppy dog eyes.

"You know I can't deny that face," I said, and kissed him again. His hands now went up to my breasts, and delicately rolled the nipples. I moaned into his mouth. One hand went down to squeeze my ass.

"Mmmm, so sexy," he mumbled into my lips. He licked from my bottom lip, up to my nose. Then he began to kiss down my neck as he massaged my breasts.

"Remember," I gasped as he bit down on my sensitive throat. "No visible hickeys. Pauline will 1000% ask,"

"Arg, what can I do then," he said, having a mini tantrum. "No telling her, no hickeys, no showing you off."

"You can fuck me, you can put your gorgeous, big, cock into my pussy and fuck me senseless," I offered, knowing he'd bite.

"Fuck," he moaned, and then he was sheathed inside me. He set a merciless pace.

"Fuck Timmy," I groaned, and I bit into his shoulder to keep quiet.

"Yes, fucking mark me up," he panted. I clenched around his dick at the sound of his desperation.

"Fucking need you inside me all the time," I whined.

"Oh, shit, Merde, you're going to make me cum early if you talk like that," he swore. He pushed in deep.

"Fuck, you're so deep inside me, fucking rearranging my guts baby boy," I whimpered.

"Is it good for you, I need to be good for you," he begged.

"So good, so big," I panted. He continued to move at an ungodly speed. I was moaning his name.

"I'm so close," he admitted.

"Me too, that cock of yours has me whipped," I told him truthfully.

"Oh fuck," he said in a high pitched whine and he was spilling into me, but still thrusting. I came next, my dizzying orgasm making my knees weak.

Just then a door slamming broke me out of my bliss filled daze.

"Y/n!" I recognized the voice of Pauline and panicked. "I got a B in gender studies!"

Pauline's perfectionism got the better of her a lot. She'd need ice cream and reassurance.

"In the shower, be out asap!" I called.

"You need to go," I whispered.

"Why," he whined, obviously reluctant to pull out. "I was supposed to stay the night."

"I'll tell you when she leaves or we will do it later," I said.

"Humpf," he pouted and pulled out. He dried his hair and out on his clothes and made for the window. Thankfully we were on the first floor.

"Wait, I want a kiss before I go," he grinned cheekily. I rolled my eyes but leaned in. He cupped my face in his hands and kissed me.

"Now go silly boy," I said. He tripped getting out, but gave me a thumbs up with leaves in his hair. I chuckled to myself and went out to Pauline.