NSFW Timothée Chalamet One Shots

Full and Warm

Cold

Pairing - Timothée/fem!reader

Warnings - Smut, cockwarming, mentions of an eating disorder, unprotected sex, squirting, face sitting.

Cold, cold was how I had felt for so long. Physically and emotionally. I'd struggled with an eating disorder since I was young. The lack of food made me feel like I was freezing all the time. I had started my journey to recovery two years before I met Timothée. When I'd told him about my past struggles I'd had to explain how recovery worked. Yes, I had gained back weight and I now ate normal portions, but I still had what I liked to call "an eating disorder brain".

The temptation to starve myself was still there. I aversion to looking at my reflection hadn't gone away. I still felt the urge to count my calories. Timothée had requested I let him know when the feelings got overwhelming. He was always so kind and helpful.

He'd been busy the past week and unfortunately I hadn't had time to tell him that I was struggling.

I laid in our bed, my face wet with tears. It was late, but I was determined to stay up until Timothée came home. I needed to feel his arms around me.

He moved quietly when he came in, thinking I was fast asleep. I watched his lanky form slowly take off his clothes. I knew my boy well. I could tell from just his movements that he was exhausted.

He carefully got into bed. He jumped every so slightly when I wrapped myself around him. However, he pulled me into him, immediately engulfing me. He heard me sniff and pulled back so he could see my face.

"Mon Amor?" He asked when he saw the tear tracks. I felt guilty, he was so tired he was slurring his words.

"It's bad Timmy," it was all I could get out.

"My beautiful, beautiful girl," he said and kissed my forehead. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"No, just need to be close to you."

"I've got an idea," he said ever so gently. I raised my eyebrows. He reached down, pumping his length in his hand.

"Your idea to make me feel better is to masturbate?" I said, almost laughing at the absurdity. He just rolled his eyes at me as his breath hitched.

"Take your panties off," he instructed. There was no way he was awake enough for sex, but I was curious what he was thinking of.

I slipped my panties off and waited for more instructions. He pulled me to him before entering me slowly. I loved the feeling of him filling me.

"Now go to sleep my girl," he said, still holding me close.

"Like.. like this?" I asked.

"You said you needed to be close to me. If that's what my baby needs, I'm going to be as close to her as possible."

I nearly tested up again at his words. I relaxed into him, feeling warm and full with him inside me. Usually feeling full made me uncomfortable, but this kind of full made me feel loved.

Timothée absentmindedly ran his fingers through my hair. I was quickly lulled to sleep with Timmy inside me.

I woke in the morning feeling much more positive and refreshed. Timothée was still nestled inside me, but now he was incredibly hard. He moved slightly in his sleep and I couldn't help the low moan that left my lips.

"Hello beautiful," he'd been awoken by my noise and was now speaking to me in his sexy morning voice.

"Your idea worked by the way," I said and a bright beaming smile lit up his face.

"But baby, my plan isn't over yet," he said suggestively.

"Oh yeah?" I asked. "What's next then Chalamet?"

He didn't answer with words. He pressed his lips to mine. I kissed him, my body so warm and ready for his love.

His long fingers moved down to my pussy, pressing on my clit so I could get even more wet. It was torture feeling his hard length inside me but not moving.

I tangled my hands in his hair. After working me up sufficiently, his hands roamed my body.

"Look at me," he said after breaking the kiss.

"You are so beautiful, I love you more than anything."

"I love you too."

"Your body is my favorite body in the whole world, and I want you to know I see you and I hear you and I know it's so hard. You are so brave and strong and I know you can do this."

I was blushing, tears pricking my eyes.

"I want to worship the goddess you are," he said and I shivered. "Can we try something new? It might be hard for you, so use our safe word if you're really uncomfortable."

I nodded.

"Sit on my face," he breathed. I was stunned. He knew how much I treasured being on top. It was an odd euphoric feeling like I wasn't too big, and I wasn't crushing him, and that he in fact was getting pleasure from me. Could I do this? Would I get too in my head about it?

"O-okay Timmy, I trust you."

"That's my girl," he grinned. I let him pull out of me slowly, still hard as a rock. I whined at the empty feeling, but I'd soon be filled with his tongue.

I gingerly climbed up so that my knees were on either side of his face.

"Come down," he demanded.

"Baby, I think sit on my face means hover," I said anxiously.

"Fuck that," he snarled. "Sit!"

I lowered myself and his mouth was instantly at work. I couldn't help but cry out at how good it felt. He was devouring me and it only took seconds for me to be close. Swirling, lapping, sucking, it was all so erotic I could hardly take it.

"I'm sorry baby," I nearly yelled. "I'm already close," I said as my legs shook. I wasn't thinking about my weight, or worrying that I would crush him, the only thing on my mind was Timothée's mouth. He growled his approval into my cunt, hands becoming tighter on my hips.

It didn't take much longer me to scream his name. I came harder than I ever had from his mouth. I released a large amount of arousal onto Timothée.

I got off him quickly. My cheeks were bright red.

"I'm so sorry baby I think I squir-"

"That was so hot," he gasped. "Have you always been able to do that?"

"I can't exactly control it," I mumbled. My juices covered his mouth and some was even in his hair.

"Come here, let me fuck you," he begged. I went to him, lowering myself down onto him. Timmy's hands ran from my thighs, up to my stomach, and finally, to my neck.

"Beautiful," he murmured. I began to move, bouncing up and down on his cock, relishing his grunts of pleasure.

"You are everything," he whimpered as I moved. He was hitting the perfect spot inside me.

"I adore you, I'm yours," his words made me move faster.

"I love you," I moaned.

"I can't get enough of you, give me everything," he was babbling, begging for me. It was something I would remember forever.

"You have me," I promised.

"I'm gonna cum baby, you make me feel so good!"

"Im close again too," I said.

"Come all over my cock, anoint my cock baby, you can do it."

His words sent me into bliss and he came soon after. We were both panting, reveling in the feeling of our orgasm.

"Never leave me," he begged, caressing my cheek, still lodged inside me.

"Never," I promised.