NSFW Timothée Chalamet One Shots

You Please Me

Warning - internet hate, kinda sub Timmy, self hatred, hand job, shooting cum over people, adoring Timmy's body, appreciation of more Fem, thin boys, toxic masculinity, sexism, comfort, hurting yourself, sex acts in front of a mirror, preferences

I caught my boyfriend looking at himself naked in the mirror. I smiled at his form, but then, the scene changed. I watched him make a muscle, and feel it gingerly. His face fell. I was frozen solid in horror at the scene unraveling before me. He ran a hand down his torso, and tensed his muscled. I physically flinched when he pounded a fist into his flat stomach. I was horrified as he stood on his tip toes, trying to be taller. I felt ill when tears entered his eyes.

"Shit, fucking, pussy ass, sissy ass motherfucking bitch," he muttered at himself as he angrily scrubbed at his eyes.

"TIMOTHÉE HAL CHALAMET!" I screamed and he jumped. I knew my voice had sounded accusatory, and a bit like Molly Weasley when she sent Ron the Howler. He had whipped around.

"Don't you ever say such disgusting things to my boyfriend ever again!" I demanded. He looked horrified for a moment, before crumpling into himself like a collapsing building. He was in a heap on the floor and I rushed to him. I pulled him onto my lap. I let him cry for a bit, before I said ,"tell me about it angel."

"I was reading this article about Dune 2, and the comments were all hating on me, usually I don't let it get to me, but there were just so many. One said I probably couldn't do 1 push up. They said I was probably tricking you with money, and you hated me. They said I looked like one cold would kill me. It just really got to my head."

"My love, my Timothée, my angel," I kissed his face delicately. He was crying again. "You're so beautiful."

"The worst thing is, I don't actually hate being this way, I like being the way I am, I like being open, and real, and submissive with you. I like you taking care of me, I like hearing I'm beautiful, but it seems everyone else has an issue."

"My boy, there is nothing wrong with you. All that is toxic masculinity and sexism talking. You know how I'm Bisexual right?"

He nodded.

"Well, I'm attracted to many different types of people, but the one type of person I have a really hard time being attracted to, is masculine men."

"Really?" He asked.

"Yes," I said and poked his bare belly. "If you start getting a six pack, inviting me fishing, and driving a pick up, we are going to be a lot less active in bed," I told him. He giggled adorably.

"You're amazing, talented, smart, interesting, brave, and so, so beautiful. Let me show you darling, please, let me show you."

"Y-yes, take care of me," he begged.

"Let's start with that nice face of yours yeah?" I asked. I maneuvered us so we were in front of the mirror, but he was still in my lap.

"Look at those shining, passion filled eyes, that strong nose. You have cheekbones that could slice me up baby, and I adore it."

"Really?" He asked.

"Yes, I love you so much, you're so gorgeous, like you were carved by angels. Even the little things about you are gorgeous, your pink lips, your freckles, the extent of your neck, I could go on for days."

"Oh, oh," he muttered.

"Then there's your body, which in my opinion, should be worshiped. You're so slender Timmy, it's gorgeous. Your long torso and your moon pale skin make me weak. I love your narrow waist and tiny hips."

"You're making me feel weird," he squirmed.

"I think your horny, but you feel bad because this is supposed to be romantic," I explained.

"You always articulate things so well," he sighed as his cock dripped precum onto my exposed ankle.

"Look at this body, it's glorious, don't hate it," I pleaded, running a hand slowly down his body.

"Is it?" He asked, tears beginning to fall.

"And I love your emotions, we wouldn't be together if you hid yourself away from me. I enjoy knowing all of you, even the sensitive bits," I said, kissing his neck and shoulder.

"My legs are so sticky and gangly," he said, frowning at his knobby knees.

"Hmm, you're a bit lanky, sure, but that isn't bad, in fact I find it adorable. Your long, thin legs make you look graceful, like a dancer or a fairy," I said as I ran my hands up and down his thighs and shins. He was having trouble breathing correctly.

"Or a newborn baby giraffe," I whispered the next part.

"Hey!," he said indignantly but my boy was smiling again.

"I absolutely adore every part of you," I told him.

"And I really like this," I squeezed his cock.

"You always please me," I whispered in his ear.

"Y/n," he stuttered my name, his cock hardening further.

"You have to know that baby, not just sexually, but in every way, you are the most amazing person. I am so glad you're mine, those jokes are stupid and jealous. Look at all you've accomplished at such a young age. You've got a career you love, tons of money, roles you're genuinely excited to play, a partner who is obsessed with you, and your health. You aren't even thirty my love. You have so many people's hearts, and you give so much."

"I love you," he whimpered as I pumped him. I sucked on the skin of his throat.

"Look in the mirror and apologize to my beautiful boyfriend," I ordered.

"I'm sorry Timothée, I didn't know your partner had so many anger issues," he giggled. I loved his laugh.

"I love your hair, and your laugh, and I love your hands, and your heart and your mind, and I also want you to cover us in cum," I told him.

"Ohhhhh," he let out his breath shakily.

"Come on baby boy, you can do us. Become a fountain, shower us," I egged him on. He whimpered and cum shot from his cock and went all over us. I loved it.

"I'm going to lick every drop off you, and then you're going to put yourself inside me okay?" I asked. He was suddenly flipping us, and now I was under him, and his eyes sparkled with dangerous ideas.

"I adore you Mon Amor, thank you," he said, and leaned down to kiss me deeply. I could feel myself melting.

"Anytime, my beautiful boy."