NSFW Timothée Chalamet One Shots

Aftercare

Warning - smut, anal sex, feeling insecure about sex act, oral (female receiving), crying after sex, relationship insecurities, aftercare

It was our first time trying anal. He'd prepped me well, but it still felt overwhelming. However, Timothée was loving it.

Behind me he was a moaning mess, his hips slapping into my backside. He was clutching at my breasts.

"Such a good slut," he groaned and bit down on my neck. I cried out in pleasure. He was Jack hammering his hips. I'd never had him at this speed.

"So good for me, gonna let me cum in her ass like a good whore," Timothée went on. I didn't know how I felt about him saying this. Oh, he used degrading language all the time during sex, I normally adored it, but this felt different somehow.

"Timmy, my clit, please," I begged, hoping this would increase my enjoyment. He did as asked, reaching around to fondle the sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Such a nice ass," he said, smacking it. I yelped. He kneaded the reddened flesh.

"I'm gonna cum, you want my cum baby?" He asked. The motion on my clit was helping.

"Yes, fill me," I begged.

It was an odd sensation, being filled in the back. Timothée's hips stuttered as he gave me all he had.

"Fuck, it's dripping out," he said as he pulled out carefully. "That's so hot."

"You didn't come did you?" He asked gently.

"No, but I-" I couldn't finish because Timothée had roughly pushed me down on the bed. I gasped as his tongue entered my heat. This was more my speed, I let my hands fall to his hair. His tongue spun around my clit, before adding pressure. Pretty soon, I was seeing stars and calling his name.

"There you go Mon Amor," he said, and helped me sit up. I still felt odd about what we'd done. Oh no! Why were tears welling in my eyes? I let out a choked sob, and Timothée turned to me in horror.

"Baby," what is it?"

"I'm not sure," I said, but now I couldn't stop the tears.

"Was it from the sex?" He asked, as he pulled me on his lap. I noticed his cum leaked from my ass, onto his thigh. It made me feel weird to see that. I continued to cry.

"I think so," I sobbed.

"Oh angel," Timothée said, kissing my forehead.

"Why didn't you use our safe word?" He asked as he picked me up bridal style, and headed for the bathroom.

"You were really enjoying it," I murmured.

"Baby, my pleasure is not more important than you being okay, and willing to do what we're doing."

"I just get insecure. I'm worried I'll push you away," I said as he placed me in the bath. He began to run the water.

"I'm not going to run away because you're a normal human with preferences and desires," he said gently. He got one of the fluffy, soft, washcloths and began to clean me. He was so gentle and attentive.

"I love you, Timothée," I said.

"I love you too, Mon Amor," he said gently. "But, you've got to promise me, next time you feel bad about something we're doing, you'll say our safe word. Do you promise?"

"I promise," I nodded. When I was clean, he toweled me off. He carried me to the living room, and went to get me ice cream. He cuddled up next to me, putting on a movie he knew I loved, but he hated.

"You're so sweet," I said to him.

"Do you need to talk it out?" He asked, as he drew patterns on my arm.

"No, I just, I don't think I want to try it again. Is that okay?"

"That's more than okay," he said, kissing my temple.

"You aren't mad?"

"I enjoyed myself, you didn't. That isn't how sex is supposed to work, so therefore, I did not enjoy myself. You are more important to me than any sex position in the world, and I never want you to worry about that," he explained, while cupping my face in his hands. I leaned forward and kissed him gently.