NSFW Timothée Chalamet One Shots

Just Friends

Info - friends to lovers, pining, doing Timmy's makeup, mention of lingerie, being catty to Timothée's gf, tickling, cock warming, best friends from childhood, mention of masturbation, jealousy, finger sucking, loud sex, neighbors hearing sex

We'd been best friends for ages. We'd grown up together. People always thought we were either related or a long time couple. We weren't either, just best friends. This has proved a problem when Timothée had started dating Miranda, because I got jealous and so did she. She hated me, but Timothée hadn't stopped spending time with me.

Right now we were having our monthly sleepover. I was painting his nails pink and black.

"Your hands are so nice, I wish I had hands as nice as you," I sighed.

"Hey stop your hands are adorable," he swatted me playfully.

"You know what happened the other day?" He asked, grabbing a piece of pop corn.

"Hmmm?" I asked as I concentrated on doing his nails perfectly.

"On our friendaversary post, someone from highschool congratulated me on my happy marriage and asked when the babies would be showing up. They obviously didn't read what I wrote. I thanked you for being my best friend, not wife," he laughed.

"I don't know, I'd have your babies," I said without thinking. I realized what I said and looked up at him. His mouth hung open and he looked shocked.

"I was kidding Timmy," I saved myself. He let out a shaky laugh.

"Okay, now for your makeup," I said excitedly. I was excited because I'd get to sit in his lap. I straddled him with the supplies. His phone rang as I began.

"Hey baby," he said and I rolled my eyes. He mouthed at me to be nice. He put her on speaker.

"Can you come over, I got new lingerie," she said sensually. I tried not to gag. Timothée looked at me. He was so pretty, and I would die if he chose her over our long time tradition, but who would deny their girlfriend in new lingerie?

"Mirri," he said guiltily. "You know what day it is."

"Friday?" She said sweetly.

"The fifteenth, you know every fifteenth I have a sleep over with y/n," he said carefully.

"Oh you can stand her up once," she snapped.

"I can't stand her up if I'm already at hers," he said weakly.

"You're already there?" He demanded.

"Hi Miranda," I called.

"And what position are you in?" She asked.

"What?" He said shakily.

"I'm in his lap, doing his makeup," I bragged.

"This is ridiculous," Miranda said and hung up.

"Sorry," I lied to him. He smirked.

"No you're not," he said and flipped us so he was over me and tickled me.

"Stop, I am sorry," I begged laughing so hard tears entered my eyes.

"Come on, time for the photo shoot," he smiled. We always switched into each others clothing and took pictures. Later we sat together on the couch and looked through them.

"That one, post that one, you look adorable," he said.

"Yeah?" I asked and looked up at him. We were quiet for a moment, he ran a tentative finger from my cheekbone to my lips. Before I knew what I was doing I took his finger into my mouth. He moaned as I swirled my tongue around it, tasting the metal of his rings.

"Y/n," he gasped.

"I love you," I said. He pulled his finger from my lips.

"I love you too," he said.

"No, Timothée, my Timmy," I said desperately and straddled him. I grabbed onto the front of his shirt and clenched the fabric.

"I'm IN love with you. I want you," I said.

"In love with me?" He blinked several times.

"I know you're with Miranda, but-"

"Don't pretend she even holds a candle to you," he growled, and suddenly I was flush against him.

"Do you know how long I've wanted you? How long I've waited for you to realize we're soulmates?" He asked me.

"Really?"

"I've been in love with you since I was five. I was losing hope, so I tried with Miranda, but it's only ever been you that I love," he breathed out desperately.

"Oh, Timmy, my Timmy," I said, nearly crying in gratitude.

"I've always been yours," he said and kissed my hand.

"It'll make me a terrible boyfriend, but I've gotta have you. I've waited too long," he said gathering me to him. I beamed and kissed him full on the mouth. We both gasped, the feeling was heavenly and perfectly right.

"Why on earth weren't we doing this before?" I moaned into our wild kiss.

"I have no idea," he whimpered. Soon we were desperately ripping each others clothes off. He held me at arms length for a moment. He was grinning as his eyes drank in my figure. He gulped, closed his eyes and shook his head.

"You are unbelievably attractive," he groaned.

"So are you," I panted.

"I can't believe I'm going to touch your body. You are the first thing I masturbated to, I felt so guilty but it felt so good," he told me.

I tackled him and was kissing him hard. He whined into my mouth and guided his cock inside me. I sucked in a sharp breath as I felt the fullness.

"Please, oh Timothée please don't feel guilty, fuck me like you've always dreamed," I demanded. He switched us so he was over me. He attached our mouths and kissed me desperately as he fucked into me.

Neither of us could stay quiet. My neighbors even pounded on the wall but I couldn't stop for a second. His body, oh his body, and his lips, and his noises.

"Fuck, mmmmmffff, your skin tastes so good," he moaned as he peppered kisses all over my breasts. He lapped at my nipple.

"F-fuck, Timmy, this feels so good. You're my best friend and my soul mate and I would have your babies. I love you so damn much," I whimpered and arched up into his body. His hands were all over me.

"I love you," he sucked on my neck and groaned into my skin. He grabbed my ass, and hooked an arm under me so we were closer. I locked my ankles around him.

"I can't be close enough to you," he whined.

"I love hearing you, oh I can just hear the years of pining in your voice. Why didn't you scream at me that it could be so good," I pleaded with him.

"I didn't want to lose you."

"You'll never lose me, never ever," I promised.

We were kissing again. His lips were hot and needy. I rolled my body against him.

"Can I cum? Can I cum inside you like I've dreamed for so long?" He begged.

"Please, please fill me," I gasped. He screamed as his cock began to shoot inside me. I was next and I was bathed in star light as I shattered. I was repeating his name over and over.

"Oh, that was so good," Timothée moaned and buried his face in my neck.

"It really was," I sighed. I rubbed his back and smiled to myself.

"I'm so happy right now I could cry," he whispered.

"You've got me baby and I'm not going anywhere. You're my boyfriend now as well as my best friend," I told him. He beamed at me and pecked my lips.