NSFW Timothée Chalamet One Shots

The Bikini

Info - friends to lovers, missing signals, mentions of alcohol, unprotected sex, secret relationship, vacation, finger sucking, lots of licking, Timothée's pov, banter, PDA, Ass slap

"Hot damn," I muttered when I saw her. We'd been friends for ages, but I'd never seen her in a bikini. She was flawless, the soft swells of her breasts, the curves of her waist and hips. She was glorious. I was straining to not become hard.

"Dude just tell her!" Cole, another one of our friends said. He was the only one who knew of my crush on y/n.

"I can't, she would be so weirded out," I said sorrowfully.

"Me and Rachel were friends first," Cole said.

"Yeah and she told YOU how she felt," I said and pushed Cole.

"I'm just saying you never know, it does seem like she likes you," Cole shrugged.

"How can you tell?"

"Timmy," her voice distracted me. I looked up to see her glowing in the bright sun. My heart fluttered.

"Do you like my swimsuit? It's new," she smiled.

"It's cute," I said, trying not to lace my words with longing.

"Come on, you have to get in the water," she said and pulled me along. I would do whatever she wanted.

I dove into the water with her. Cole, Rachel, Ginny, and Adam were soon following suit. I kept catching myself staring at her and how her body moved. She looked so delectable and wet. How badly did I want to throw her over my shoulder take her up into the hotel and just please her until she couldn't take it another moment.

"You're so drunk," I said to Cole later. It was true. He, Rachel, Ginny, and Adam were all very drunk. As always, I paced myself by y/n. I never wanted to be unequally drunk with her. In case anything ever did happen, we could sober up at relatively the same time so that we could consent, or if I ever accidentally told her my feelings, I would know she was drunk enough to possibly forget or that I could blame it on the alcohol.

"Or maybe Rach is just hot," he said, as he surfaced from kissing his girlfriend. As Ginny order another drink, I saw y/n looking dubious. I decided to make a move, small as it may be.

"You wanna take a walk? It's a little stuffy in here," I whispered to her. She nodded eagerly and we excused ourselves.

We walked carelessly around the beautiful city. The air was warm since we were so far south. I dared to take her hand in mine.

"Your hands are so soft," she sighed. My smile was radiant. Finally we were on a picturesque bridge, watching the sun set and the sky turn into a twinkling darkness.

"Timothée, you've been distant since this morning, you barely talked to me while we swam," she said sadly. It was true, I couldn't be around her without wanting to take her right then and there in that bikini.

"Guess I had my mind on something," I said honestly.

"I bought that bikini thinking of you," she said abruptly, and the world stopped spinning.

"Wh-what?" I asked. "Are you drunk?"

"No, my buzz wore off while we walked," she said, she sounded melancholy.

"Well, I'm flattered, you looked amazing in it," I said, nearly at a loss for words. Silence again and she laid her head on my shoulder and I didn't know how to react. I didn't need to think long because then I heard her sniffing.

"What's the matter?" I asked, changing our position so I was holding her tear stained face.

"Timothée you Know what it is!" She said angrily.