NSFW Timothée Chalamet One Shots

Phone Call

Info - needy Timmy, hiding clothes, holding back orgasm for someone, unprotected sex, dirty talk, made up scenarios about sex, allusions to more smut

"Timothée please," I said covering the phone's receiver. He was so needy. I was on a phone call for work that was very important.

"Mmm, need my girl," he moaned, kissing my neck.

"Yes I did send in that paperwork. Maybe you could check the junk file?" I asked weakly as Timmy massaged my breasts. I was swatting his hands away. His lips were sucking wetly on my exposed chest and I could hardly take it.

"Would it be so bad if I just slipped my dick inside you? Huh baby, you could sit on my cock while you took the call and then when you're done we could take a fun ride."

I shuddered with need.

"See you want it," he whined. He dipped his hand down into my panties and moaned. "You're so wet for me."

I grabbed his wrist and harshly tossed his hand away from me. He pouted as I spoke and then left. I was equal parts relieved and disappointed. I did badly want to fuck him.

Finally, the call ended. I didn't know where Timothée had gone but I needed new panties, these were too wet to last me the rest of the day. Timothée was sitting on the bed in our room, sporting a massive boner, and a smug smile.

"Why do you look like that?" I asked. I hadn't given in so he shouldn't be smiling. I opened my pantie drawer and stared in. Nothing, completely bare, not even my bras were there.

"Are you wearing that smug look because you hid all my things?" I asked.

"Maaaaaaybe," he said in a sing song voice. I approached him and kissed him heavily.

"I promise I wanted you to fuck me, I just had to finish the call impatient boy," I chuckled.

"Can I fuck you now?" He asked.

"Of course baby," I said. "I want you thrusting that big cock into my hole."

"Fuck, everything you say drives me absolutely wild with lust," he whined. "It's not fair. I always feel like my cock and balls is going to explode."

"Well, let it explode in me," I purred and unzipped his pants. We were both too needy to take everything off, so as soon as I could manage I was sinking down on his cock.

"Ahhhhhh," he sighed happily. I began to bounce and he aided me.

"Tell me you love my cock," he begged.

"I love your cock," I promised.

"Tell me it's more important than a phone call," he said next.

"It's much more important than a phone call," I said and pulled him to me to kiss him. His hands left my hips and went up my top to squeeze my breasts.

"Love your tits," he moaned. We stopped our kiss for a moment to relieve one another of our shirts.

"Would you live off my cum if you could?" He asked me desperately as he rolled my nipples. He was always making up these scenarios while we fucked. It was never "would you still love me if I was a worm" it was crude, imaginative things like this.

"You know I would needy boy," I said and kissed him. He whined into the kiss, like he needed more. Our tongues danced.

"I'm so close that I think my balls are trembling," he whimpered.

"Then let go," I said sweetly.

"Noooo, want you to come first," he said.

"That's sweet baby," I said and kissed his neck.

"I love your lips, it's really hard to hang on," he whined.

"Just mess with my clit," I chuckled.

"Oh yeah," he said, so lost in pleasure that he'd forgotten there was an easy way to make me fall apart. He moved his fingers down to massage the bundle while I bounced on him.

"Mm, mm, fuuuck, Timmy!" I whimpered as he helped me near my peak. Suddenly I was tumbling into orgasm, the feeling enveloping me. I moaned as he began to cum as well. He was groaning my name as he shot his load inside me.

"Fucking shit that was amazing," he panted.

"It was, but now you have to tell me where my stuff is," I giggled. He flipped me so I was on my back and he was over me.

"Just one more time, or maybe two," he said cheekily.

"Okay needy boy, take me as many times as you want," I said.

"This is one of the many reasons why I adore you," he said.