NSFW Timothée Chalamet One Shots

The Lake

Info - needy Timmy, needy reader, hippy friends, mentions of weed, having a rule against sex, crying because you can't have sex, breeding kink, trying for a baby, discreet fucking, having to be quiet, lying to friends, sex in water, covering mouth during sex, unprotected sex, fingering in front of people who don't know, mentions of masturbation, not famous Timothée, pinching ass

"Timothée, stop," I said but he just kept kissing me, hands continually traveling down my body and into the straps of my bikini bottoms.

"You look ravishing Mon amour, I can't keep my hands off you," he sighed.

"We promised them," I pouted. Alexis and Joel were odd birds, who knew where to get good weed and that's how we knew them. They'd attached themselves to us in an odd way. They were hippies, and were very intense about trying to get people to see things their way.

Turns out, their fight the power stance was a bit ironic since they were LOADED. Timothée and I had been in awe when we found out.

Alexis and Joel had asked us if we'd like to take an all expenses paid Lake trip to the tropics of Italy. We'd agreed hastily, since we hadn't been on vacation since our honeymoon a few years back. However, we'd agreed too soon, because there were stipulations. This was a "finding your inner you" vacation as they called it.

The rules were as follows, only eat vegan foods, smoke weed every day, meditate for an hour in the morning and at night, no shaving, or doing anything to alter your appearance such as makeup, and last, but definitely worst, no sex.

"I know you hate breaking promises but I am so needy for you," he said.

"Baby, I know," I said as he kissed down my neck. "I want you badly too, but you know how I am with guilt."

"Arrrg, I wish we'd never gone on this stupid retreat," he said, pushing his hair back wildly. "I was looking forward to literally fucking you all day long, smoking weed in the evening, and lounging in the hot tub at night."

He kicked the end table in our bedroom which was more like the size of a small apartment.

"I know baby," I said, taking his face in my hands. His pout lessened a little as I caressed his cheekbones.

"I love you like crazy," he said finally.

"I love you too," I agreed.

"Love and sex go hand in hand, we can learn about ourselves while still partaking in one another," he said, scrubbing at his eyes.

"Timmy, are you, are you crying because we can't have sex?"

"Maybe," he sniffled.

"Timmy, oh baby, it's okay, you can have me the second the plane lifts off," I said, pulling him into my arms, ignoring his raging boner.

"It's more than that," he sighed. "You know how I've been taking more shifts lately? And so we haven't really been able to be together?"

"Yeah, it's the whole reason I was so excited for this trip," I chuckled.

"Well I've been having a portion of my pay check out away, because, well, on this trip I was going to ask you if you wanted to start trying."

"F-For a baby?" I asked in awe, searching his face for a lie.

"Yeah, I want a family with you so bad. Here I was working my ass off for months, and I thought I had this perfect opportunity to make love to you care free, enough times that it'd stick, and now I can't."

"Let's do it," I said quickly.

"Huh?"

"I don't care about the guilt, I don't care about lying, I don't care about the stupid rules, put a baby in me Timothée Chalamet," I begged.