NSFW Timothée Chalamet One Shots

No Longer Exs

Info - cocky Timmy, leaving partner for him, teasing, praise while massaging pussy, dirty talk, unprotected sex, cream pie, cumming and staying hard, multicum , asking to move in, faking orgasm mentioned, comparing partners, squirting

I couldn't believe I'd left my boyfriend for my ex, but he was a really good ex. I'd been pining over him for a year since he called things off. My boyfriend had not been happy, but I didn't care. I raced to Timothée's.

We'd randomly saw each other at the mall yesterday and he'd flirted. He said he'd be willing to give us another go, but I responded that I had a boyfriend. He'd looked dejected. But now I was here.

I knocked hard and long. Timothée ripped open the door, no doubt about to demand who ever was there to be more quiet, but then he saw me and smiled.

"I left him," I said breathlessly.

"You what?" Timothée asked in shock.

"I left him, I only want you," I promised. He pulled me inside and I was instantly greeted by his lips. I sighed contentedly as the familiar feeling.

"So we're back together?" I asked him. His eyes were dark with lust.

"Damn right we are, oh Mon amour, Mon Ange, Mon bébé!" He said, picking me up and twirling me. "I'm going to fuck you right now."

"Please do," I begged.

"But first I need to get you worked up," he smirked. He lifted me onto the counter and took down my pants. He hissed at the wet patch I displayed.

"I've missed this cunt like you wouldn't believe," he said.

"You have?" I asked as he took down my panties. He began to massage my pussy, gently at first.

"You have no idea," he leaned forward so he was whispering in my ear. "What I lost when I lost you. You think any other cunt could compare. The way your pussy takes my cock is unmatched. You have a gift, this tender pussy deserves to be worshiped and baptized in cum as often as you want."

"Oh Timmy," I said, feeling nearly dizzy with need.

"That's right, say the name of the man you couldn't forget, that you left your boyfriend for."

He reached his hand up and kissed it, then returned to my pussy.

"I can't wait to feel you again. Do you know I tried others, I never came as hard as when we were together. One time I said your name, because I missed you pussy so bad my balls ached. You make me feel like I could die of happiness from being inside you. It'll be an honor for my cock to slide into its home, because I'm not letting you go a second time."

"F-fuck," I managed.

"This juicy goodness. Every time I touched myself my brain went directly to your cunt. I couldn't help it, you spoiled me for so long and I didn't even realize."

"Please just fuck me now, the way you're talking is making me so needy," I begged.

"You ready?"

"So ready," I panted. He pulled off his pants and boxers and I was salivating. I'd missed his cock.

"Look how wet it is for you, got me drowning in precum baby girl," he chuckled.

"Yes, impale me," I said needily. Then he was pushing into me. I moaned as he slid in.

"Fuck, better than I remember," he whimpered.

"Oh Timothée, I missed you so much," I said.

"I missed you too," he said as he began to drive his hips into me.

"So good of you to leave him for me, fuck, such a good girl," he said as he rutted into me at a wild speed.

"Yes, all for you," I whined.

"You're all mine! Mine, mine, mine," he thrusted hard with each "mine".

"Oh fuck, yes I am, I belong to Timothée Chalamet," I nodded.

"That fucker didn't fuck you well enough did he. It feels like you've forgotten what it feels like to have a big cock ramming into you."

"He didn't, can I scratch your back like I used to? I just feel so good!"

"You better leave me all marked up," he growled. His cock kept plunging into me. I clawed at his back.

"I'm better than him aren't I? My cock is bigger?"

"Yes, YES! HOLY SHIT YES BABY," I said feeling wild with lust at the way he spoke.

"He couldn't do what I do could he, cum in you and keep going until I fill you up again?"

"Of course he couldn't, you're one of a kind," I whined as he grabbed my breasts. He brought them to his mouth and sucked.

"T-Timmy, one time I f-faked with him," I admitted. He popped off my breast in an instant.

"What's that angel? Say it again, the full thing. I need to hear these words," he begged.

"I, oh fuck, you feel so good, faked and orgasm with him. He just wasn't you, you make me so full," I moaned. He let loose inside me. I forgot how much cum his balls stored because it was ropes. I was coming apart too. We whimpered, tutting into one another as we came in tandem. Of course he was still hard, because he was perfect.

"Baby girl, I haven't cum that hard in so long, thank you," he moaned.

"I love your cum, I love it so much. I can't wait to give you blow jobs again," I panted.

"How is such a sexy thing all mine," he said, kissing all over my face. "The things you do to me."

"Yes Timmy all yours forever."

"You did such a good job breaking his heart for me. Such a good girl, always pleases me," he cooed.

"I want to, always," I said pulling him into a long kiss.

"Cumming Mon amour, gotta fill my girl up," he moaned. He came inside me again and I joined him, squirting all over his cock like I used to all the time.

"That's right, I missed that wave of wetness," he groaned. As we were coming down he pressed his forehead against mine.

"Move in, like now please, I don't want to be without you another second."

"Yes, of course," I grinned.