NSFW Timothée Chalamet One Shots

Red Outfit Head

Warnings - needy, oral (male receiving), pushing away sexual contact, Voyeurism, a lil face fucking

He looked good enough to eat. I was so needy as the limo raced us to the event. He'd overestimated how long it would take him to get ready. Now he was shirtless in the car, trying desperately to figure out his halter top.

My hand went to his crotch almost thoughtlessly.

"Baby," he said, and pushed me away.

"Please, you look so good," I begged.

"We're gonna be late as it is!"

"Which is why it's fine, a little more won't hurt," I reasoned. I couldn't help but watch his torso as he tried to figure out the shirt.

"Ah ha," he said and shoved his head in. The moment he was distracted I took his cock out of his pants and dove down. His hands flopped to his sides as he let out a groan. He had hardly and muscle or brain power when I worked on him. If he'd been struggling with the shirt before, he'd never get it on now.

"Baby, you're killing me," he gasped as I gagged on him, so turned on by his outfit that I couldn't stay off him another second. I went faster, bobbing my head, as his hand went weakly to my hair.

"Shit, feels so good, how are you so good at that?" He whined. I stroked his lower half as I sucked hard on his head, adoring his sounds of desperation and need.

"M-my balls are so full for you, ohhh, do you think you can take it all?" He whined. His hips were rutting upwards, trying to go deeper into my mouth. Drool was dribbling from my lips onto my chin. I moaned an affirmative onto his cock.

"Oh, we shouldn't be doing this, but fuck it feels amazing," he whimpered. "Did I get you that worked up Princess?"

"Mmmhmmm," I groaned. My tongue was swirling, creating designs on his slit and the underside of his head.

"Gonna cum so fucking hard," he wailed. He thrust upward so hard I nearly choked, my eyes filling with tears. Cum spilled from his cock into my mouth. I continued to work as he let out little cries with every rope. Finally, he finished and all his muscles relaxed. I popped off, not swallowing yet.

"I can read your mind dirty girl," he said, finally getting on the whorish top. "You can't go on the red carpet with a mouth full of my cum, I won't allow it. I made a sad sound, but swallowed.

"How did you know?" I asked.

"Because you're disgusting," he smiled.

"And you love it," I reminded him as the car stopped.

"And I love it," he agreed.

"I hope at least one photographer says it looks like I just got face fucked real good," I said as we got out.