NSFW Timothée Chalamet One Shots

Faking It

Warnings - jealousy, touchy Timmy, accusations of being unfaithful, oral (female receiving) fingering, smut, unprotected sex, overstimulation, mocking during sex, lying about orgasms, crying during sex, vibrating nipple clamps, soft sex to make up

"You were so touchy with her," I snapped, throwing the apology flowers he'd gotten me to the floor. The thing is he knew he'd fucked up, because he'd bought the flowers before I'd freaked out on him.

"I swear it didn't mean anything," he pleaded. "I'm touchy with everyone, especially you."

"It's a little different when you're touchy with someone like Oscar Isaac and Tilda Swinton, than someone who is you're age and type."

"We're just co workers, you know you're my girl," he said, and tried to put him arms around me. I wasn't falling for it.

"You know you love how touchy I am," he smirked, nuzzling his head into my neck. "You told me it turns you on how I always have my hands all over you, like last night."

"Ha," I laughed. "Yeah, last night."

"What are you laughing about?" He asked, trying to massage my hips.

"Thought that was hot last night do you?" I asked, cocking my eyebrow, excited to land this blow, even if it was a lie.

"Yeah baby, you were so loud," he looked so smug, not for long.

"That's because I faked my orgasm," I said, crossing my arms.

"You, what?" He asked, all smugness and smirking wiped from his face,

"I knew you wouldn't be able to tell," now I was smirking. I turned to leave his arms. He tackled me to the bed.

"You're lying," he snapped. I grinned at how angry he was. He would see how it felt to be hurt and disregarded.

"No I'm not. I could tell it wasn't going to happen, and I wanted it over with so I faked," I shrugged.

He let out a growl. I made to get up but he pushed me down. He ripped off my pants. I looked down as he dove into my heat. I stifled a cry, not wanting him to know how good it felt. He was pulling out all the stops and it felt better than it ever had. His tongue was daring quickly in and out and then attacking my clit. He was making me feel dizzy with how good it was.

"Timmy," I moaned as he lapped at my clit. He smirked into my pussy, knowing this wasn't fake. I could hardly take it anymore. I spun into a dizzying orgasm that had me barely able to breathe.

"Okay," I panted. "You made your damn point."

"Oh I'm not done yet," he snapped, and two fingers were immediately inserted into me.

"Oh fuck," I moaned, arching off the bed as he put intense pressure on my clit. I was struggling to breathe properly as he curled his fingers into me.

"Timothée, don't stop, fuck I'm so close," I groaned.

"Sure you don't just want it to end?" He mocked.

"No, don't want it to end," I panted. He added two more fingers and I was screaming.

"Timothée!" I cried, actual tears beginning to prick my eyes as I was washed with my second orgasm. My muscles were finally relaxing, when I saw Timothée grab something. He came over with a fiendish grin.

"Not those," I moaned, when I saw what he had. He clamped each clip to my nipples and turned the vibration on high.

"Ahhhh," I cried out. Seconds later Timmy was shoving his cock into me. He was going brutally deep, his hips moving at an ungodly speed.

"Too much," I moaned.

"Oh yeah?" He goaded. "Too much for miss orgasm faker?"

"I lied," I said as tears spilled down my cheeks. "I've never faked with you. I couldn't."

His thrusting stopped. He gently turned down the intensity on the nipple clamps and took them off. He kissed each of my nipples gently.

"You were just jealous baby?" He asked, and he began to thrust slowly, letting me feel all of him.

"Yeah," I gasped. "Want you to be just mine. All mine. I wanted you to know how it felt to feel helpless."

"Oh Mon Amor, I am all yours, no one even comes close," he said, petting back my hair so he could kiss my forehead.

"I'm sorry, I've never faked with you. I promise," I whimpered as I felt his long shaft disappearing inside me.

"It's okay, I forgive you if you'll forgive me," he said.

"Yes Timmy, I love you," I moaned.

"You feel so good," he cursed. "I promise I'll watch myself more often. I truly didn't mean anything by it. You're my world, you have to know that."

"Thank you," I breathed. "I'm so close."

"Me too, let's go together," he said. With three more thrusts we both hit our peak. He moaned as my walls fluttered around him, and I felt him spill into me.

"I love you so much," he said, kissing my nose.