NSFW Timothée Chalamet One Shots

The Beach

Warnings - smut, sex on a beach, publicish sex, unprotected sex

Timothée and I had been at the beach all day. The celebration of summer was here. This was the third year we'd gone together.

The bonfires' flames tried to crawl higher and higher into the sky. Timothée and I were holding hands with friends as we cheerily ran around the circumference of the blaze. My face was hot and sticky with sweat, but my heart was full.

After that dance, we were both too tired to participate in another one. We fell to the sand in exhaustion. I captured Timothée's lips in mine. His were salty from ocean spray.

"I love you," he said gently, pushing a damp strand of hair from my face.

"You're my forever, you know that right?" I asked him.

"As are you Mon Amor," he said, pulling me towards him.

With hooded eyes, we cuddled while watching the other dancers. Timothée's fingers drew patterns on my exposed skin. I leaned my head on his shoulder.

Eventually, he got up to go get us some water and food. He came back with the goods. I lazily licked cotton candy from his fingers. He watched me with a piercing gaze.

When he finished his water he told me there was something he wanted to show me. We held hands, walking away from the heat of the bonfires. My sweat began to cool on my skin. Now our light was white, instead of red, as the moon guided us along.

"Just here," he said, gently guiding me into a right turn. I gasped when I saw what he'd done. He'd set up a sheet and fairy lights, along with a blanket on the ground. Our own little hideaway to watch the sea.

"Timothée this is gorgeous," I said as we crawled in.

"I was hoping you'd like it," he grinned. He pulled out a basket, and I saw two goblets, and some crackers.

"Could you look over there for the wine?" He asked me. I got up, and brushed my hands on my thighs. The hideout was tall enough that I could stand.

I found the wine, but when I turned back, Timothée was on his knees. I gasped, wine bottle dropping with a thud in the sand. A gorgeous ring sparkled in the little black box.

"Mon Amor, I've never been happier than when I'm with you. I want to spend the rest of my life being this happy, but I need you to make that happen. Will you marry me?" He asked.

I slowly sunk to my knees as well, tears welling in my eyes. I looked from my boy to the ring.

"Of course," I choked out. He was beaming, a smile that was brighter than the moon, or the bonfire, or the fairy lights. He shakily slipped the ring on my finger before pulling me in for a kiss.

We were both still on our knees as he let his hands fall to my head, his fingers running through the tendrils of my hair. I sighed happily into the kiss. It became more heated, and I felt his length press against me.

He pulled down my bikini bottoms, and then pulled down his own swim trunks. He entered me slowly. We both let out small sounds of pleasure as he sheathed himself inside me. He began to rock forward, both of us still on our knees.

We stared at one another lovingly and he rolled his hips forward. I gasped as he sped up. He kissed me again, swallowing my noises. Then he was gently taking me into his arms to lay me down on the blanket.

He was hovering over me, hips continuing to move. He bent his head down and languidly began to lick my nipples.

"Oh, Timothée," I breathed.

"Mon Amor," he sighed into my hot skin. He continued to love me with his cock and his tongue.

"You're the most beautiful thing in the world," he said to me as his thrusts began to get sloppy.

"You're everything," I moaned.

Soon we were both reaching out peaks. I let out a groan when I felt Timothée's cock begin to twitch inside me. Soon, he was cumming in me, I followed soon after. He collapsed on me, and I ran my fingers through his curls.

"I love you," he said, nuzzling into me.

"I love you too," I replied.