NSFW Timothée Chalamet One Shots

Turbulence

Pairing - Timothée Chalamet/Fem!Reader

Warning - public sex, hand job, cream pie, small argument

"Tim," I tapped his arm, but he continued to read his stupid script. "Baby I'm horny," I said in a whisper.

The truth was, I wasn't that horny. I just wanted to bother him. We'd had a fight. I'd been mad he'd been late to pick me up from the airport. He told me I was being crazy, and I could drive myself if I was mad at his timing. Now he was hardly speaking to me.

"Then go to the bathroom and rub one out,"He said nastily.

"No, I want youuuuu," I pestered.

"We're on a fucking plane y/n," he snapped.

"Like we haven't fucked in public before," I said with an eye roll. Now that I was actually talking about it, I was getting a bit worked up.

"Y/N, I don't have time for this," he said. I crossed my arms. I grabbed a blanket and put it over us. I placed a hand on his thigh. He didn't push me off, so I took it as a good sign. I moved my hand up higher, and was rewarded as Timothée squirmed in his seat ever so slightly.

We hit a small bit of turbulence that moved my hand right where I wanted it. He wasn't hard yet, but I'd get him there. I could tell he was trying to Ignore me as I palmed his length over his basket ball shorts. He wasn't saying no, or pushing me away, so I continued.

"Fuck," he hissed as my hand creeped into his boxers.

"Do you want me to stop?" I asked.

"No, please don't," he begged. I ran the tip of my finger over his length. I watched him bite his lip. Finally, I took him fully in my hand. I worked him up and down, relishing the way he tried to stifle his moans. I pumped him just the way I knew he liked.

"I can't take this, I need you," he murmured.

"We're on a fucking plane Timothée," I mimicked him.

"I don't care," he muttered, as I continued to move up and down, swiping my thumb over his head.

"Well, should we go to the bathroom?" I asked.

"No, I can't get up with this, there's probably fans or paps on the plane," he explained, gesturing to the boner that was very evident.

"I could sit on your lap," I suggested. He whipped his head to me, he looked nearly feral.

"That's the hottest idea you've ever had," he growled. I was glad we at least had some partition from the other members of the plane. I still felt incredibly naughty as I pulled up my skirt, and moved my panties to the side. Timothée was all jittery nerves. He took his cock out, looking around anxiously at our empty area. I sank down onto him and he let out a long sigh of relief. I wiggled slightly, and he groaned in my ear. He pulled the blanket around us again, and pretended to be reading his script.

"So tight," he muttered. I lifted myself up slightly and sat back down. He reached around under the blanket to play with my clit.

Turbulence rocked the plane and he cursed in my ear. I lifted up, grinding into his hand, and then went back down. It seemed Timothée was extremely turned on because he was panting in my ear, struggling not to moan or call out.

Fucking in public always got him turned on. He loved the possibility of being caught. Too bad he was a vocal lover.

"I wish I could ravish you in front of every member of this plane. I wish they could see how good I make you feel, uh, uh," he was a babbling mess. I desperately wanted to feel him fill me, I needed him to.

I sat up until only his tip was in me, and I slammed back down. The turbulence seemed to want to help and bounced me on his cock. He cried out, much louder than he should have, and filled me.

"Excuse me, is everything alright?" A stewardess opened our partition and looked genuinely concerned. I thanked God for the blanket hiding us.

"I'm so sorry, my boyfriend got a paper cut, and he's a big baby," I chuckled, as Timmy's cum ran down my thighs. Thankfully, the lady seemed to buy it and walked away.

"You need to be more careful," I whispered to my pink faced boyfriend.

"Now you're going to have to be careful, because you didn't come yet," he said devilishly as his hand went back to my clit.