NSFW Timothée Chalamet One Shots

No Kisses

Warnings - withholding kisses, smut, unprotected sex, hand job, shower sex, whiny Tim

Timothée was a needy boy. He loved physical touch. I sometimes enjoyed denying him, seeing how intense his desperation got. I woke up that morning with a devilish plan. I wasn't going to kiss Timothée the whole day.

Timothée came down groggily as I made him his coffee. He put his arms around me from behind. Normally, I'd spin around in his arms and give him a long and loving kiss. Today I stayed at the coffee maker.

"Coffee is done love," I said gently, pouring him a cup.

"Oh, okay," he said, a little confusion in his tone. "Do you remember we are going out today? I got you a new dress for it."

"Thank you, baby," I beamed, and I had to physically force myself not to kiss him. We talked about his upcoming projects as we ate breakfast.

Timothée went off to work, I worked from home so I went to the office. I noticed his texts came much more frequently than usual, almost as if he was needy for attention. If I didn't respond immediately, I got triple texts without fail.

That night I got dressed in the dress Timothée had bought for me. It was a crisscross pattern leaving many sheer spots to see my skin. The material was glittery and scarlet red. Timothée returned home in a flowery suit. He looked so dashing. I had to clasp my hands behind my back to keep from touching him all over. I knew if I started that we'd never get to dinner.

"You look so gorgeous Mon Amor," he said as I spun for him.

"You have good taste," I said, wrapping my arms around him. I did not kiss him, even though I could tell he was waiting for it.

The evening went well, and from the lack of kisses, Timmy was even more touchy than normal. He had me sit on his lap on the taxi ride. He held my hand all through dinner, even when he had to eat. However, on the taxi ride home, he was very quiet.

I removed my clothing and headed to the shower when I got home. Just as I lathered my head with soap, the shower curtain was ripped open. Timothée climbed in, still in his clothes.

"Timothée!" I shouted in surprise.

"Did I do something wrong?" He demanded.

"What do you mean?" I asked, huffing at his dramatics.

"You haven't kissed me all day," he whined, and I began to laugh.

"Don't make fun of me," he pouted. "I miss your lips," he said, tracing them slowly.

"I'm sorry Tim, I wanted to see what your reaction would be if I didn't kiss you for a day," I told him.

"You're so meeeeeean," he complained.

"Come here you," I chuckled, and kissed him fully on the mouth. His lips were soft and wet. He wrapped his arms around me.

"I can't believe you jumped in here in your clothes you dramatic boy," I laughed, trying to get the sopping clothing off him.

"I'm always dramatic for you," he hummed, helping me undress him.

"That feels better," he said once he was naked. I took his cock in my hand and began to pump him.

"Is this a good way to apologize baby?" I asked. His eyes had fluttered shut and he was groaning in a low voice.

"Yes," he whispered. I swiped his head with my thumb and he bucked forward into my hand.

"I want to be inside you," he moaned. I spread my legs for him. His lips were instantly on mine, and he was using his tongue to massage mine. I had a feeling he was going to kiss me the entire time he fucked me.

I felt his cock teasing my entrance. I moaned into his mouth. I would have begged if my lips weren't otherwise occupied. Finally, he pressed into me. He groaned into my mouth and I swallowed it gratefully as he began to snap his hips.

His hands moved up to play with my nipples. I enjoyed the way he stretched me out. He hit all the right spots inside me. From the feeling of his tongue, his hands on my nipples and his cock hitting my g spot, I was nearing my release.

He was whimpering into my mouth. His breathy moans made my stomach twist. He sounded so erotic that it pushed me over the edge. My release had me panting into our kiss, and seeing stars as I buzzed with pleasure. My contracting walls pushed Timmy into his release. His hot cum spurted into me.

"Thank you," he breathed, finally breaking the kiss.