NSFW Timothée Chalamet One Shots

Not Wet Enough

Info - needy reader, teasing in public, famous Timmy, fingering, checking wetness, crying from desperation, praise kink, unprotected sex, begging for sex, mentions of sex toys

"Stop," I moaned, but I didn't want him to stop at all. He was kissing my neck, knowing what that did to me. He stopped when our friends came back into the living room.

"Here," they handed him a beer. He was off after having filmed three movies back to back. I had missed him like hell and now my need for him was insatiable. He was using it to his advantage.

"Pass me a blanket?" He asked me sweetly. I weakly did as he asked, knowing what he would do. He covered us, and immediately stuck his fingers inside me. I held back my gasp as well as I could.

"Not wet enough, I want you drenched before I fuck you mon amour," he growled.

"Please," I whimpered. His friends were fiddling with the tv and not listening.

"What if I can't get that wet, will you not fuck me?" I asked, horrified at the thought.

"I believe in you," he chuckled.

"Baby, I just need your cock," I whined.

"Well, contemplate that while we chill out," he said meanly.

I did contemplate it. I thought of how long he was. I thought of his thickness. I thought of his pink cock head and delicious slit. I thought of his salty, clear, precum. I thought of his veins, and his full balls. I thought of how long it took him to bottom out and how he twitched inside me. I shifted, I was so uncomfortable and needy.

"Check again," I begged. He smirked. He secretly slipped his fingers down again, and entered me.

"Good progress, but you aren't there yet," he shook his head, but he did suck on his fingers. I let out a whine.

"You okay y/n?" Our friend asked.

"Yeah, sorry, I just know the next part is cringy," I made up on the spot.

"Oh, I'll keep an eye out," they nodded.

"Tell me dirty things at least," I begged.

"When we get home I'm going to take you so hard. I'll pound into you with all my strength. I know it'll be so easy too, because you'll be so soaked."

"Oh Timothée, can't it be now? Need your massive, uhh, fucking cock to destroy me."

"No, no sweetie, get wet enough first," he coaxed. I felt like I could cry. When he saw my need, he relented a bit. He made some excuse that I didn't pay attention to and lead me upstairs to the bathroom.

"You'll have to be quiet angel ," he said gently. He stuck his hands down my pants and stuck two fingers inside me. I nearly fainted with desperation. He curled his long digits and I grabbed his bicep for stability.

"Dune gave you some m-muscle," I stuttered.

"Yeah and I'm tanned too, all for you baby, my body belongs to you, you know that," he cooed.

"Then give me my cock!" I snapped grumpily, grabbing for his crotch. He moved back just in time, pumping his fingers harder.

"Ah, ah, ah, patience," he said. "If you keep your hands to yourself, I'll press myself against you, sound good?"

"Anything," I begged. He pressed his hard on against my thigh and I moaned loudly.

"Hey there, you need to be more quiet. I'd cover your mouth, but I think you like where my hand is right now," he chuckled.

"You're so big. I wanna be full of your cum," I begged, near tears as he fingered me expertly.

"Darling, feel my balls," he urged, and blew hot hair on my neck. I did.

"They're so swollen," I whined.

"Yeah, and it's all for you when we get home."

"Why home, and not here?" I asked.

"You can barely take my fingers, my cock would unravel you," he chuckled.

"I'm gonna come, will you lick it up?" I asked politely.

"Yes, don't worry, let go," he urged. I came from his perfect fingers. My walls squeezed him and coated his hand in juices. He took his hand out and stared at me as he licked himself clean.

"Now you keep working on that cunt okay, soaked by the time we get home," he instructed. I nodded obediently.

Finally, finally, we were headed home. I felt like I had a hive of bees in my stomach, all buzzing with anticipation.

"Tell me if I'm wet enough," I pleaded as I hung off his arm.

"Hold on, hold on," he laughed as he unlocked our door. He came in and threw his things to the side. He felt me.

"Exceeded expectations I see," he winked.

"Oh thank God," I moaned.

"Come on my wet baby," he pulled me to the bedroom. He was tearing off my clothes. Soon, he slid inside me.

"Do the thing," I begged as he thrusted once. I moaned, knowing I could be as loud as I pleased now.

"What thing?" He asked with mock confusion.

"You know what I want, and I waited all night," I whined.

"Okay, okay, calm down needy girl," he said soothingly. "I've got you."

"Like this?" The first whispered words came as he entangled his hand with mine and lifted it above our heads.

"Mmmhmmm," I whimpered.

"So pretty, I've been all around the world but no one has ever convinced me I don't have the prettiest girl."

"Just like that, oh!" I whined, my walls clenching him every now and again.

"You mix it all together wonderfully, sex appeal, cuteness, elegance, how do you do it mon amour?" He asked.

"For you!" Was all I could gasp.

"For me yeah? I'm one lucky man," he sighed, and kissed my neck.

"D-Dirtier," I pleaded.

"Oh, you need it dirty?" He muttered into the shell of my ear.

"Well then I'd have to start by telling you just how well you take my cock. No one has ever made me as horny as you."

"Yes, yes, Timothée," I wailed. I was loud and needy, but he was quiet and contained, just how I loved. His delicate voice soothing the roaring lust within me.

"More, more, I'm so close," I whined, pushing myself up to meet his cock. One of his hands massaged my breast.

"Your pussy is unreal. I can't explain how it feels to be inside you. When I'm away, nothing compares. I've bought so many sex toys just to throw them away, because your cunt can't be replicated. God worked long and hard on you Mon amour, and I'm lucky to reap the benefits and cum inside you."

"Oh fuck, fill me," it was the last words I could muster before falling into an orgasm that was blinding.

"Baby, baby, baby," he soothed as I convulsed wildly, unable to control myself as pleasure had me mewling. He came undone as well. He spilled into me, finally giving into his own need and moaning and whimpering.

"Did I fill you?" He asked desperately.

"Not enough, you're not wet enough now. I want more cum," I begged.

"Anything for my girl," he nodded solemnly. He pumped me full for the rest of the night.