NSFW Timothée Chalamet One Shots

Noise Complaint

Warnings - masturbation, calling partner a slut, lap dance, cumming from lap dance, cumming all over self, licking cum off outfit, calling Timothée daddy, teasing, dry humping, unprotected sex, vagina massage, noise complaint, telling someone to be louder during sex, motorboat, smelling panties, handjob, squirting

I hadn't been able to wait, as much as I wanted him to be the first thing to touch me after I saw him looking all slutty, I couldn't stand it. I had my fingers inside me and was moving them rapidly, wet sounds echoing in the hotel room.

"Timothée, Timothée, Timothée," I moaned as I pleasured myself.

"My, my, my," I heard a dark voice and jumped. I opened my eyes to see my boy in his lovely red outfit, looking dark and feral with lust.

"I leave you for a couple hours and you become a slut," he tutted.

"You're one to talk!" I snapped. "This is all because of that salacious outfit!"

"Did you come?" He asked.

"No," I said.

"Good," he smirked and launched himself onto me. He was kissing me hungrily. He was rolling his body on me to tempt me. I could hardly stand how horny I was for him. Our kisses were so needy and lust filled.

"Wait, wait," I breathed, pushing him away, as he continued to dry hump me.

"I prepared something for you, because I'm so proud of you," I said, hand pressed again his chest.

"Oh really?" He purred.

"Yeah," I said, pulling up my shorts and shimming out from under him. I grabbed my Bluetooth speaker and put on Crazy In Love, the Sofia Karlberg version.

I turned around and shook my ass for him. I inched it down, to show off my lacy thong. I heard wet noises, I looked over my shoulder to see Timothée working his huge cock. He looked desperate. I walked over to him. I rubbed my ass on the tip of his cock.

"Ohhhh," he groaned. I took his cock and pressed it to my entrance that was still clothed with my panties.

"Holy shit," he murmured. I gave him a good squeeze and dropped him. I ran my hand down my body and played with the hem of my shirt. I slowly took it off, and grabbed my tits. I walked back over to my wide eye'd, masturbating boyfriend. I shoved my tits in his face. He looked blissed out.

"Motorboat me," I demanded. He did as I asked, curls shaking as he moved back and forth.

"Good boy," I said.

"We're gonna play for so long after this," he panted.

The next song on my playlist started. Cake by Rihanna. The upbeat speed made me move faster. I was dancing wildly and shaking my ass for him. I ripped off my panties and threw them at him. He smelled them as he pumped his cock. Finally came my bra, which I swung like a lasso.

I sauntered over to him and straddled him, his hard cock between us. I removed his hand and began to work it myself.

"Daddy make a wish, put this cake in your face," I sang along and he exploded over the two of us. Now he wore red and white.

"You made me get a mess all over my outfit," he whined.

"Let my tongue be your laundry machine," I cooed and lapped at the drops of cum.

"I can't take this," he said, and ripped off his clothing impatiently. He was inside me. His hips moved erratically like he could barely control himself.

"I want you to be loud, be so loud for me Angel girl," he begged.

"Timmy," I moaned. He grabbed my breasts and harshly massaged. He went down and sucked my breasts and nipples.

"Oh, oh, oh," I whimpered.

"Louder!" He said around my nipple.

"TIMMOTHEE OH MY FUCK," I screamed as he went out to his tip and slammed down.

"OH YOU'RE A GOD!" I swore as his hips sped up. He moved up, wanting feel the vibrations my mouth made when he swallowed my screams. After a couple moments he gasped into my mouth, and came suddenly.

"GUUU, AH, F-FUCK, TIMMY," I hollered, and came. The mind numbing orgasm had my whole body on fire. I could feel myself squirt over his cock. There was a loud knock on the door. Timothée growled and pulled out, leaving me cum covered, naked, and panting. He grabbed a towel, and answered the door.

"I'm sorry Mr. Chalamet, there have been several noise complaints, we're going to have to ask you and your girlfriend to keep it down," said a clerk.

"I'm sorry, we'll be quieter," he nodded. He came back with a smirk. He massaged my vagina and I moaned low in my throat.

"Good job Mon Amor," he said.