NSFW Timothée Chalamet One Shots

8 Months

Info - trying to get pregnant, scaring Timmy, self deprecating, unprotected sex, false positive. False negative, pregnant sex, crying during sex, excited for pregnancy, cock warming

Eight months of this roller coaster. The high of raw sex, the plunge of a negative test. It wasn't fair. I'd assumed Timothée would get me pregnant right away, I'd even praised him about it when we started trying.

I was so tired of this. He blamed his body, I blamed mine. We'd gotten two false positives. I was crying all the time. Timothée was worried about me. The doctor had told us we couldn't get checked for fertility unless we'd tried for a year.

"I wish you luck Mon amour," said the sticky note in my car said. I'd had a positive test, but I was going to the doctor for confirmation. I had no hope.

Finally, I sat before my doctor, head on my fist as she listed facts I'd heard a hundred times.

"However, it does appear you are pregnant. You must have received several false negatives, because you're farther along than I expected."

"Excuse me?" I said, lighting up at her words.

"You're pregnant," she smiled.

"Can I call my husband?" I sobbed.

"Of course," she allowed.

"T-Timmy come home please," I begged him.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

"Come home, cancel your plans," I told him. I cried the whole way home. I wanted to see Timothée more than I ever had. I was home and waiting anxiously by the door.

"Are you okay?" Timothée said as he flung himself inside. I jumped on him and clung like a koala. He nearly fell over.

"We're pregnant, you're a daddy," I whispered in his ear.

"Are you fucking serious?" He asked in shock.

"Yes, it wasn't a false positive. I'm pregnant!"

"You absolutely brilliant girl, I knew you could do it!" He said, spinning me around.

"We could do it!" I corrected.

"Oh my gosh, we're parents!"

"I'm so happy!" I beamed.

"Let's make love. Let me make love to my pregnant wife," he begged.

"Yes, yes please, fuck me right here, the place you found out," I said. He laid me down on the floor. He kissed me hungrily, hands creeping up my shirt.

"Mmmm," I hummed into his mouth. "You're going to be such a good dad, I cannot wait."

"Oh love, you're going to be the best mom in the world!"

"Our kid will be pretty damn lucky," I smiled and took off my top and bra.

"I am so fucking excited for you to get a cute little belly, and watch it get bigger and bigger," he sighed and kissed my stomach. He then took off his shirt.

"Damn you're sexy, I love that you knocked me up!" I said, pulling him down for another kiss. "I love your body, it's so so so sexy. I can't get enough."

"I feel the same about you. I am obsessed," he panted.

"Get your cock out, I need it," I begged. We hadn't been this needy since we decided to try. The continuous negatives had brought us down to a place where we hadn't been this way.

He did was I said, entering me with a long moan.

"So tight," he whimpered.

"Yeah your baby will always be tight for you. I'm so damn excited for this journey with you. I didn't think I could love you even more but here I am," I said, and he began to thrust.

"It's never felt this good, tell me I'm not being a sap," he begged me as he whined, pumping his cock in me at a fast speed, but going very deep.

"You're not being a sap, this is heavenly," I sighed, squeezing his cock with my walls.

"I could sing Mon amour, I'm so damn happy. Let's spend the rest of the night talking baby names, room colors, and all that shit, and sit on my cock the whole time!" He was so excited that I was nearing my peak.

"Timmy, I'm so close, I'm sorry, I'm just so in love," I apologized.

"No, don't be worried, I'm close too. This is so overwhelming," he sniffed and I realized he was crying.

"Baby," I held his face.

"I'm so happy. I'm going to be a daddy, you're a mommy, which you've always wanted. We're going to be an amazing family. I'm so, so happy. I was so worried I wouldn't be able to get you pregnant."

"We can do anything together. Even if you couldn't, my love wouldn't change just like you wouldn't stop loving me if I couldn't carry a baby. We were MADE to do life together. Every up and down we were destined to deal with together. I love you. You are my forever," I said.

"Is it gross that made me nearly cum?"

"No, it's romantic, cum inside me. You did so good impregnating me baby boy. I can't wait to feel your cum whenever I want. I love you love you love you!"

He let loose and I came as well. We moved together, moaned together, shook together, came together.

"I feel like I could conquer the world," he mumbled into my ear.

"Your world is us now," I said, holding my stomach.

"Of course."