NSFW Timothée Chalamet One Shots

Just Desserts

Warnings - smut, oral (female receiving), sex in the kitchen , mentions of masturbation

My best friend Timothée and I were in his large kitchen. He'd invited me over to make cookies with him. I had to dissuade myself from thinking of it as a date. I'd had a crush on him for years.

"You have flour in your hair Timothée," I chuckled. He nodded solemnly, turned to the flour bag, picked some up, and put it in my hair.

"Now we match," he said with an impish grin.

"You rascal," I laughed. Soon he was putting icing on my nose. I was tossing more flour at him. The cookies were all but forgotten as I tossed sprinkles in his hair.

Soon we were breathless, food covered, and staring at each other with big grins. I couldn't take it. I moved to him and kissed him firmly on the mouth. I jerked back, surprised at my own courage.

"I'm sorry, I don't know where-"

He was kissing me, tongue slipping into my mouth. I kissed him back, hungrily. His lips tasted like icing, and my hands that I'd weaved into his hair, were disturbing the flour there.

"You have no idea how long, I've wanted to do that," he said as he kissed along my neck.

"Same here," I gasped as he bit down on my throat.

"Mine now," he murmured into the skin, and I nodded.

I reached down, and put my hands up his shirt. My palms explored the the planes of his abdomen.

"Touch me more," he whispered, sending shivers down my spine. I changed the direction of my hand as I caught his lips in mine again. I dipped my hand into his pants. I toyed with his cock, trying to get him hard.

His head fell into the crook of my neck as I worked him. His breath was hot and heavy.

"I want to fuck you. Is that weird to say?" He asked.

"No, I want it too," I told him honestly. He lifted my shirt off my body.

"You have the most amazing body. You are so beautiful," he said. I blushed from the compliment.

"I thought I caught you staring when we went swimming," I chuckled.

"Not just staring, in my mind we were fucking like rabbits in the sand," he said and I gasped at his words.

He unlatched my bra. My breasts fell heavily out of it. He caressed my breasts like the were the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. He moved down to suck one of my nipples into his mouth. I arched into the feeling. His tongue was swirling, then flattening on the bud. He let the other one have the same treatment. I could feel arousal pooling in my panties.

"Tell me Timothée," I panted. "Do you think of me when you touch yourself?"

"Every time," he said with a low growl. My breath hitched at his response. I pulled his shirt off, biting my lip at the sight.

"You are so damn sexy," I said, pulling him to me for another nearly bruising make out session.

"I want to take you right here, I want to fuck you right on this counter," he growled.

"Move the dough and you can have me," I promised. He quickly removed the items on his island. He wiped it down, and looked at me expectantly. I stripped off the rest of my clothes and hopped up on the island. I splayed myself out for him.

He went to my dripping cunt first. He began to lick between my folds delicately. It felt so good, I grabbed his hair to push him down further. He was drooling over the taste of my pussy. As he consumed me, he made eye contact with me. The ache between my thighs was growing as the cord inside me got tighter and tighter.

"You're going to make me come Timmy," I moaned. Soon the cord was snapping and I was thrown into a delicious orgasm. Timothée lapped me through it gently.

"Now to fuck you senseless," he said, as he stood up and wiped his mouth. He took off his pants, pulling me further to the edge of the island, so my legs dangled off.

He pushed into me slowly so that I felt every inch of him. I relished how long it took him to finally bottom out. He was finally buried in my wet, warmth.

"Fuck, fuck, you feel so good," he moaned as he began to rock into me.

"Why have we never done this," I groaned. "You're so big, you fill me so well."

"You're so wet, I don't know how long I can last," he said, hips snapping at an erratic speed. His hips were smacking my ass, his balls swinging as he gave me all he had.

"Timothée," I cried as his fingers went to my clit.

"That's right, say my name. I waited so long to hear you say it that way," he cried.

"Timothée, uh, uh, Timothée," I screamed, and with another roll of his hips, I was coming undone. My cunt gripped his cock as I came. Soon he was filling me with his cum, hips stuttering as he came.

"Tell me that wasn't the last time we do that," I said, heaving.

"Not a chance," he promised.