NSFW Timothée Chalamet One Shots

The Concert

Warnings - needy timo, ripping underwear, spitting in pussy, oral (female receiving), Mentions of road head and sexting, unprotected sex, Timothée lifting readers dress up in public, smelling panties

"Why are we doing this the day I got back?" He whined. He was pulling at me and hanging off me as I tried to sing

"I didn't know the date of the concert lined up with your arrival, I'm sorry, but I really wanted to see this band."

"Let me fuck you, please," he begged.

"No baby, this is the tenth time you've asked and the answer is the same."

"I can be quick! Pick your least favorite song and we can go to the bathroom," he urged.

"I want to hear them all," I said.

"My balls huuuuurrt, I haven't fucked you in weeks," he moaned.

"One, We sexted constantly while you were gone. Two, I gave you a blow job despite my better judgement on the drive here. Three, you could take care of your aching balls in the bathroom."

"I can't cum outside of your pussy, don't be ridiculous," he said.

"You did it plenty of times on FaceTime," I reminded him.

"That doesn't count, I couldn't have you. I'm sorry, I really wanted it to be your pussy," he said, wrapping his arms around me and snuggling his nose into my neck.

"You're the one getting worked up, I don't care," I shrugged.

"I want you to care," he said as he kissed my neck. A few minutes went by of him being quiet and holding me.

"You're not even looking at me," he pouted.

"Yeah because I'm watching the concert," I said. He was quiet again, and then hands were lifting my dress.

"What the hell are you doing?" I asked, looking around nervously, but everyone was preoccupied. He gripped my thong. His hands grazed my heat and I couldn't help the wetness that began. In seconds he tore my thong, actually tore it off me. He pressed the ruined underwear to his nose and inhaled. My eyes were definitely on him now.

"I will get under your dress and eat you out if we can't fuck in the bathroom right now," he warned. He meant business, so I took his hand and let him lead me out. I could still hear the music in the bathroom. He pushed me against the closed door and kissed me hungrily.

"We should throw your panties on stage," he chuckled.

"Fuck, you're so hard," I said as I felt him.

"Rock solid since I saw you at the airport baby girl," he said.

"I thought I felt it when you hugged me," I laughed.

"Sit on the toilet lid, I haven't tasted your pussy in too long. I want everything to be y/n's cunt flavored," he said devilishly.

"You say the dirtiest things," I moaned as I situated myself on the toilet lid. He grinned at me with a feral gleam in his eyes. He spat on my pussy like he knew I loved. He gripped my thighs and dove in. The strokes of his tongue varied in pressure and speed, creating a variety that had my toes curling. He took one of his hands and entwined it with mine as he ate.

"I forgot how good you are," I said shakily. This was worth missing the concert, my fingers and toys couldn't compare. My juices made wet noises as he lapped and sucked.

"Close," I moaned and I came hard. I couldn't remember an orgasm so good. His desperation and ripping my panties had worked me up. He licked me through the tremors of my orgasm.

He pulled me up, pants dropping to his ankles. He entered me harshly, and pumped in and out so intensely that the stall shook.

"I missed you so much, you have no idea," he whined.

"I missed you too," I hummed, kissing his chest after I removed his shirt.

"Then why deny me pretty girl?"

"I do love that band," I said apologetically.

"I'm sorry, I'll get you all the tickets you want, hell I'll try to organize a meet up."

"You're the best boyfriend in the world," I swooned.

"Yeah? So you want my cock?" He asked, his hips moving faster.

"Oh so bad Timothée, you have to know I adore your cock," I said, caressing his face.

"I'm gonna cum, is that alright?" he asked.

"I've got no underwear to soak up any excess," I purred.

"Fuck that's sexy," he said and exploded inside me. He reached down to roll my clit so that I was now coming as well.

"Thank you," he gasped as he filled me.