NSFW Timothée Chalamet One Shots

Stressed

Info - faking orgasm, stressed reader, mentions of blowjobs

I needed it to be over because I was about to cry. I didn't know why I'd agreed to fuck him when I had so much going on. It had been fun at first, but as he'd thrust I'd realized I wouldn't be able to come. I could just tell and I knew it'd break his poor, girlfriend pleasing heart.

As he fucked me, I thought about all the things I needed to do. I had work for school, I needed to clean the house, I needed to make dessert to bring his mom's on Sunday.

"Ooohhhh, ahhhh, Timmy," I fake wailed and let my pussy clench.

"Did you come?" He asked.

"Yes!" I lied.

"Oh, Um, okay, so, I can pull out," he said feeling unsure.

"Yeah that's fine," I said and he looked surprised. He did what I said though. I moved quickly to the kitchen. I cleaned my hands and began to work hard on the desert I would bring to his mother's.

"Hey, baby, Um, I felt really weird about what happened an hour ago," Timothée said. I was furiously scrubbing the table, the pie was in the oven, and an audio book for my college class was on loud.

"I don't have time Timmy, I came, it was great, I can give you a blow job later," I waved him off.

"I don't want a blow job, I want a conversation," he said and yanked the rag from my hand.

"Timothée I don't have time for this!" I snapped again.

"You didn't come, I can tell the difference. I'd rather you tell me you want to stop than fake," he said sadly.

"Timothée I-"

I began to sob and for some reason I couldn't stop. I was shaking and trembling and then warm, long arms held me to him.

"Baby," he kissed my head. "Tell me how you're feeling."

"I'm so stressed. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry I lied. I was just so focused on all the things I needed to get done."

"Baby, you need to relax, not because I want to get off, but because I want you to be happy and healthy."

"I-I," I couldn't form an answer.

"No excuses, I'm giving you a spa day tomorrow. Your quizzes aren't for another couple of days. The pie is cooking, and I'll clean. I love you so much, I need you to feel more peace baby."

"Thank you Timmy," I sobbed into his chest. "You're amazing."