NSFW Timothée Chalamet One Shots

Gold Medal

Info - reader with abs, reader with big boobs, rivals to lovers, teasing, competitive, shower sex, mentioning masturbating and cumming in clothes, hard sex position, unprotected sex,

"Oh great," Timothée sneered. He had his hair pushed back with a head band and it made my heart stutter. Timothée was my Olympic rival. I had sped through my gymnastic rivals before him, beating them all with an ease that impressed judged. However, Timothée was a different breed, long and lean, slender in the best ways. He was not so easily beaten. We were practically neck and neck for gold. I'd had it easy thus far, and now I paid the price. Although I accepted the challenge, I didn't like that he riled me up so much, and I didn't like that I was also extremely attracted to him.

"Great minds think alike, I bet you thought the practice gym would be empty this early," I said, with a hand on my hip. I had already worked up a sweat on the balance beam.

"Great minds," he scoffed, and I easily grasped what he was trying to convey.

"Look, no need to be nasty, you take the left side and I'll take the right," I said. He approached me with his ever present cocky demeanor.

"And if someone else comes in?" He asked, so near to me I could feel his warm breath. I realized he was chewing gum, and the fact was somehow sexy. His jaw worked as he surveyed me.

"Like I said, great minds, we're at the top of the league, no one else will come in and give us a run for our money," I shrugged. He nodded at the complement.

He stripped off his shirt and it took all my power not to look. I cracked my neck and went back to practicing. However, soon, our competitive nature kicked in. We had our eyes locked on one another. He'd do a move, then I'd do a move, we tried to out do one another with each. Once or twice, we'd give one another a "not bad" face, begrudgingly admitting the other's prowess.

Soon we were both dripping in sweat, hair full of fly always, and panting.

"I'm hitting the showers," he announced. I made my way to the showers as well, and stripped. I looked at my naked body, and frowned. I didn't mind having muscle, the fact that I had a four pack didn't bother me, but any man I'd tried to date had taken issue with it. They said they wanted me soft or curvy, or more womanly. It was all bull. However, since I'd started taking interest in Timothée, I wondered if he'd be an exception. He knew what it took to get this body, perhaps he'd appreciate it....and now I was wet for that ass hole. I grumbled to myself and went to the shower.

I turned on the spray and let it wash over me. I'd have to touch myself later to get the distraction of him out of my mind. I soaked up my breasts but dropped it when I heard a dark voice.

"Sometimes I have to wonder; do you think about fucking me as much as I think about fucking you?"

I whirled around to see naked Timothée in the women's showers. His cock was hard, but his mouth was hung open in shock. I didn't know what would have shocked him.

"Y-your body," he said, with wide eyes. I fought back every urge to cover myself. I would not do that for a man.

"It's fucking insane!" He said.

"Thank you," I said awkwardly. He moved closer so his hard cock dug into my stomach.

"So? How about you answer my question," he smirked.

"Yes," I said in a hushed tone. "I think about fucking you all the time."

"Well then," he said, hand moving down my body so he could caress my abs. "Shall we?"

I grabbed him and ripped the head band out of his hair so my fingers could run through the sweaty ringlets as I kissed him. I pulled him into the spray. His hands wandered every where. He gripped my muscular thighs and massaged my tight ass.

"Didn't expect your tits to be so big," he mumbled into the kiss.

"S-sorry," I stuttered. "I wear compression bras to control them when I perform."

"Don't be sorry, it's fucking sexy," he said, cupping them and then massaging.

"I could eat you alive you're so damn hot. I couldn't shower thinking about you in here, wet and naked."

"I'm wet in more than one way," I confessed and he moaned.

"Fuck yes," he said and positioned his cock at my entrance. He pushed in slowly so I felt every vein.

"Damn your tight baby," he groaned. The 'baby' made me dizzy.

"Move," I begged, digging my nails into his ass. He chuckled and began to Jack hammer his hips.

"Oh yeah, so wet, so tender," he moaned. I was whimpering from how deep his cock reached inside me.

"You're fucking huge," I whined.

"Yeah I've seen you eyeing my bulge when I wear my tight outfit," he chuckled.

"Fuck you," I snapped, but I was so turned on.

"Here let me be nice for a second, I'll tell you a secret," he said in a low voice.

"What?" I asked desperately.

"Several of my uniforms are currently being washed because they're covered in cum," he smirked.

"Why's that?" I asked shakily.

"Because the sight of you and the tightness of that uniform is not, or maybe in your eyes, is, a good combo," he said.

"Fuck that's hot," I said against my better judgement.

"Yeah? You like the idea of me cumming in my clothes? My cock getting so needy for you it erupts? You like the idea of me thrusting into nothing, wishing it was your cunt and my cum being shot through the fabric of my uniform?"

"Fuck yes," I panted and kissed him again. He was gripping my ass tight, and then massaging my breasts.

"Do something with me you've always wanted to do, but never have," I begged him. "Please! I'm so horny for you."

He looked genuinely delighted at the idea. He took his cock out and I whined.

"Don't worry sexy, it's going back in soon," he told me. "It's a good thing you're quite a bit shorter than me," he said as he turned me around. He put two arms under my legs and lifted me. His hands were linked around the back of my neck so I was held aloft with my legs spread. He was breathing heavily, the move no doubt a bit taxing, but it was also so sexy. He braced himself against the shower wall.

He guided his cock inside me. He began to rut into me again. He couldn't go quite as deep but the moment was so erotic I didn't need that. He was moving fast, panting in my ear.

"Fuck you feel so good," he whined. "You feel like a dream come true."

"Are you close? I'm so close," I heaved.

"Y-Yeah, oh I'm gonna cum in you so much," he whimpered. Suddenly he was. Heavy, creamy cum was filling me. I gasped and felt myself fall into orgasm. He was moaning wildly, and praising me.

Finally, he let me down slowly, I ached but I also felt great.

"That was amazing," I said, felt heady with pleasure.

"It was pretty great, gold medal winning even," he winked.