Long Timothee Chalamet Stories

Never Leave (P1)

Warning - phone sex, dirty talk, needy timo, lingerie, unprotected sex, getting caught, not stopping bc caught, personifying genitals

"And then, after I came in you a third time, I'd eat you out again. I'd be able to taste the both of us, mixing together."

Timothée was on the phone with me. He was needy. He'd been away weeks shooting Dune 2. I missed him like hell. He'd begged me to come with him, but I couldn't.

"Ugh Timothée, how many more weeks do we have?" I asked.

"Another three months," he said sadly. I could hear the wet sounds of him stroking his cock, and I wanted him bad.

"It's too long," I moaned.

"It really is," he sighed.

That conversation was what had me on a plane without my boyfriend's knowledge. I had called Zendaya, and asked her to help me arrange it. I was going to surprise him in his trailer. He'd never see it coming.

Finally, we landed. I was racing into my Uber thay carried me to the destination shoot. I saw Timothée's trailer, his name was on it. I grabbed the key from where Z said he hid it. I got in.

I ripped off my flying clothes, having bought new lingerie to put on underneath. I was giddy. He'd love the black and pink satin bows. He'd love unwrapping me with his nimble fingers.

I waited for him excitedly. I had sent a text to Zendaya so she knew to make up a reason Timothée needed to go to his trailer. I was rubbing my thighs together in anticipation.

Suddenly, I heard the door handle, and my heart thumped wildly. When he walked in, I don't think he quite registered what he was seeing. He stood stark still, his mouth agape.

"Hey handsome," I cooed. "Long time no see."

"H-how are you, when did you?"

"Just a couple minutes ago lover," I smiled, I crooked a finger at him, motioning him to come.

"Am I dreaming," he asked as his large hands came to cover my breasts.

"No," I smiled up at him. That broke him from his trance. His lips were on mine in an instant, his mouth working overtime. First, he was lovingly cupping my face, but then his fingers moved to undo the bows covering my nipples. He pulled on the delicate fabric and it fell away, revealing me to him.

"Fuck, you're so damn sexy. I missed your fucking nipples in my mouth so much," he moaned, and began to suck on them. I arched into the feeling, my hand weaving in the hair at the nape of his neck. It was long because he was playing Paul, and that was just how I liked it.

"Just like that Timmy, fuck you're so hot I can barely take it," I breathed. He popped off my nipples, mouth going to my throat. He massaged my ass as he covered my neck with hickeys. He knew I loved to be marked by him, to have psychical proof of who I belonged to.

"Fuck me," I growled into his ear. His fingers quickly undo the bow that covered my heat. He dipped two fingers in me.

"I missed your wetness. If this really were Arakis, your essence would be the most valuable liquid there was."

"But it would be all yours," I moaned. "Only for you to taste."

"Yes," he said haughtily, only the best for me. He sucked his fingers, tasting me, his eyes rolling back in his head.

"I need to be inside you right now," he begged.

"I'm all yours, let your cock go to its home," I winked, and he shuddered. He took off his shirt and hurriedly removed his pants. Soon he was buried deep inside me. He nestled inside me, as if his cock needed to cuddle in the folds of my cunt.

"So nice, so tight," he said, and began to thrust.

"I forgot how well you fill me," I moaned, my breasts bouncing with his enthusiastic thrusts. He was very well endowed, and I loved how he stretched me out perfectly.

"Your fucking pussy, oh it's the best feeling in the world," he heaved, as his hips snapped. "So pretty, and wet, and tight for me. Love fucking, merde, cumming in you. You always take it."

"I would never deny you," I cried as he hit a particularly lovely spot.

"If my cock felt any better I'd be in heaven," he claimed.

"Timothée, oh I missed you, kiss me," I pleaded and his mouth covered mine sloppily. The make-out session only made us hornier.

"Hey T and y/n, bet you're happy to... Oh my gosh," Zendaya had let herself into the trailer. All she would see was a naked Timothée, pounding into me for all he was worth.

"Sorry!" She squeaked and slammed the door.

"You kept going," I moaned.

"I couldn't stop if I tried, so fucking addicted to your cunt. Rehab couldn't fix me, I'm too far gone. Your pussy is everything," he praised.

"Timmy I'm so close," I whimpered.

"Yeah baby, anoint my cock," he said. I came undone at his words, and my world exploded with pleasure. I was crying out his name as his thrusts continued. Soon, he was giving short whimpers as he neared his end. Then he was pouring into me. His load so large I wondered how I'd get up without making a huge mess of everything in his trailer as it leaked out of me.

"Fuck, never leave me again," he begged.