Long Timothee Chalamet Stories

That Damn Bassist (The end)

Warnings - smut, unprotected sex, 69, oral (male and female receiving, needy Timmy, short refractory period, making love, hand job, praise kink, trying to improve mental health, arguing with friends, reading smutty fanfiction, face sitting,

Timothée and I were all over every single gossip site. I hadn't had time to read much of them though, once he'd gotten me into bed, he wasn't letting me leave. I was not complaining I was about to live out every dirty fantasy I'd ever thought of. Currently, I was on top of him, his mouth buried in my pussy, and my mouth sucking his cock, while my hand pumped what I couldn't take.

"Fuck, you taste better than the five thousand dollar wine I had for my birthday last year," he moaned, and a thrill went through my stomach. I was slobbering on his head, trying to make it as good for him as possible. I felt like I was struck by lightning when I felt him whimper into my heat. I choked his cock down, letting it hit the back of my throat. He cried into my pussy, and then he was shooting down my throat. He was moaning so much, and sucking so hard on my clit that I came too, groaning as I swallowed his huge load. Finally, I got off of him, and went up to kiss him.

"You were amazing," he said, with dazzled eyes.

"So we're you," I panted.

"Can I make love to you?" He asked. It had shocked me how needy he was, and especially for love making. We did wildly fuck, but more often than not he wanted the slow, romantic, praising sex. Whichever one it was, he wanted to be in me at all times.

"Again?" I teased.

"I wanna be inside you, you're my home," he said as he nuzzled his face into my neck. "Plus you smell so good."

"Are you feeling self conscious or something?" I asked.

"No, just happy. Happy I'm with you," he sighed. "By the way, I did what you suggested."

"What?"

"I scheduled an appointment with a therapist," he said.

"Oh, Timmy that's wonderful. It'll help, trust me," I beamed. "Come sit in my lap."

I'd also found he loved being babied, spoiled, and being the little spoon. I couldn't say he was exactly touch starved, because he'd been getting pussy all the time, but he seemed care starved. He was so grateful for any little act of kindness I showed him. I'd made him breakfast in bed and he'd nearly cried.

"Pretty boy," I cooed, running my fingers through his hair. I reached down to pump his cock slowly. He squirmed under my hands attention.

"Wanna be inside you," he whined.

"I know, you can, just let me get you ready okay?" I asked.

"Okay," he said, sighing, and leaning back into me.

"I love you, you're so sweet," I said, kissing his shoulder.

"You've got the handsomest curls, and the most beautiful eyes, and the biggest cock I've ever seen. You're so good to me with your cock," I told him as I worked his cock up and down, occasionally swiping the head with my thumb.

"Oh ohhh ohhooh," he moaned, trying to steady his breathing.

"You have such a nice singing voice, and a gorgeous tiny waist, and sharp cheekbones. You look like a Greek God Timmy," I told him, gripping his cock a bit tighter.

"So good, you're so nice to me," he gasped. "I love your, uh, your, fuck, your voice. So gentle and sweet, shit."

"You're so good baby. You always fuck me so deep. Your cock is so good for me, always so hard inside me."

He was arching off me. His cock was twitching and clear precum was running down onto my hand.

"You're my one and only, I love you like crazy," I told him, kissing his temple.

"I love you too," he groaned. "But if you keep going like this, I'm going to cum."

I released him and he whimpered. He whipped around, cock still impossibly hard. He was desperate for me, pulling me down a bit so he could enter me.

"So wet," he moaned as he began to fuck me slow and deep.

"You're so beautiful Mon Amor," he said, as he caressed my face. I leaned into his touch. He bent down to loving lave at my nipples. He flattened his tongue against them.

"Oh, Timmy, so good," I breathed. His hips snapped forward powerfully, and he hit my G spot. I moaned his name as he sucked on my peaked flesh.

"Oh, kiss me Timothée, I want to feel your lips, I love them so much," I begged. He was all too happy to oblige as he kissed me. He was shuddering at how good I felt, and I could feel his heart going a mile a minute in his chest. It was so sweet that I had this affect on him.

"I'm gonna cum soon, can I cum in you?" He always asked before he did it.

"Yes, fill me," I said, and he thrust one more time, brows knitted together and flooded my insides. He reached down to rub my clit as he spurted into me. The combined feeling was too much and I fell over the edge.

"That felt so good," he groaned. I heard his phone ring.

"It's your band mate baby," I said, handing him the phone. I heard screaming on the other end when he answered.

"Well, I don't care if she's bad for the image, I care about her," he snapped, I realized he was talking about me.

"Who cares," Timothée threw up his hands.

"She's my fucking girlfriend, you can't make me do that," he yelled, then paused and removed the phone from his ear.

"You are my girlfriend right?" He asked.

"Of course," I smiled, and pushed the phone back where it needed to be.

"Yeah, well, that sounds like a good idea to me Brian. No, I'm not calling you fucking razor that's pretentious as fuck. You're Brian Hanigan from Kansas you ass hole," with that last line he hung up.

"What was that about?" I asked.

"They're claiming you aren't good for our 'image'," he put the word image in air quotes. "I don't give a shit."

"Ah, so you're supposed to look moody, and sexy, and available. Not joyfully traipsing around a fair with a love sick grin on your face," I guessed.

"Right on the money," he pointed at me.

"So what are you going to do?" I asked.

"Oh, I quit," he said, with no negative emotion.

"You what?" I demanded sitting up.

"I've wanted to go solo for a while anyway, this was a good excuse," he shrugged.

"I can't believe I just broke up my favorite band. Am I Yoko Ono?" I said in disbelief.

"Bands don't break up because of partners," he rolled his eyes. "There were many other issues, I told you they hated me."

"I guess, I just want you to be okay," I said, running a hand down his chest.

"I will be fine, I'm happy, I told you I wanted this," he grinned.

"Now," he said, walking over to my vanity to get my laptop. "I wanna see what happens in the next chapter. The last one was pretty spicy."

He'd found out I'd written many smutty fanfictions about him. He was eager to read every single one, and then do whatever I'd described. It was a bit embarrassing to me, but he really enjoyed it. He said it was like I already cared about him before I even knew him, and he thought it was sweet.

"Oh all right, am I reading it out loud again?" I asked, accepting the computer from him.

"Yes please," he said, sitting criss cross on the bed, still naked. We hadn't been clothed in more than 48 hours. I took in his eager face, and sex tousled hair. He was so pretty. I leaned in and kissed his nose and his grin got even wider. This damn bassist was the best thing that ever happened to me.