NSFW Timothée Chalamet One Shots

Leopard Print Jacket

Info - turned on by clothing, needy reader, unprotected sex, being late for event, oral (male receiving), hand job, cocky Timmy

"No, No, baby please," I begged. He was smirking, curls hanging in his face. He knew he was going to do it, but he loved to be a tease.

"I gotta get out there," he said, shaking his hair out of his eyes.

"No, you look so good, please baby," I begged, pulling on the sparkly leopard print jacket that had me so worked up.

"What do you want?"

"Anything, I'll suck your cock, even just dangle your balls in my face and I'll be blessed," I pleaded.

"You ARE needy," he said with eyes blown wide with lust.

"So needy, do you want me to hump your leg?" I asked desperately.

"Oh sweetie, you needn't take it that far, I'll take care of you, how about I sit on the couch and you ride me?"

"I'd love that," I sighed, he knew that was my favorite position. He got on the couch and pulled down his pants. His cock wasn't yet hard. I went over to him and began to pump his cock. He laid back, hands behind his head with a smirk. He was so damn cocky. I sucked hard on his head.

"That's so good baby," he said as he grew hard.

"I just need to please you, I feel ravenous for you," I sighed when I popped off. I climbed on his lap and sunk down. Before I could start to move he pulled me in for a long kiss.

"You know I adore you right? You know you're my special girl?" He asked earnestly.

"I have Timothée Chalamet whipped," I said in a sing song tone.

"You sure do pretty girl," he chuckled. I responded by bouncing on his cock. He moaned. I splayed my hands over his jacket as I moved. He was puffing out breath as I rode him hard.

"So big, you feel so good," I whined. He shakily grabbed my waist, and aided my movements.

"Fuck baby, shit you feel so good. How are you so tight and wet so easily," he moaned.

"You, all you," I told him, hands pressed against his chest.

"I'm a lucky bastard then," he chuckled.

"Don't call yourself names pretty boy," I begged and pulled him by his jacket into a wet kiss. He kissed me back eagerly. His cock kept twitching, making me even needier.

"Timothée I'm so close, am I doing good for you my love?" I begged.

"Of course, you always feel amazing. You always do good for me," he assured me.

"I'm gonna come," I said, squeezing my eyes shut as his cock massaged me in an absolutely perfect way. I broke apart splendidly, whining as his thickness filled me and my walls squeezed him in a way that made me convulse with pleasure. Soon that pleasure was multiplied as he began to cum. I loved the feeling of him filling me up over and over, my ride even easier now that cum slicked his cock. Finally, we were both panting and settling down.

"Go on," I urged, but I wanted nothing of the sort. "You said you have to get out there."

"Now I can't, I have to have you again. You're too good to only have once," he heaved, and flipped us so he could ram into me properly. I always smirked when I saw there were only about three pictures of him in the leopard print jacket because he'd arrived late from taking me over and over again.