NSFW Timothée Chalamet One Shots

I'm Not Going Anywhere

Info - unprotected sex, trying to stop orgasm, wanting more time with Timmy

"Oh you're so good, you're so good my darling," he breathed. He was slowly pounded inside me. He reached so deep. I was squirming.

"Ha, ahh, Timothée," I called, hands on his biceps. He'd just got back and he was sun kissed and his curls were immaculate and he just looked so good.

In the three days he'd been back I was trying to hold my orgasms so we wouldn't stop, so he'd be mine a little longer. He kissed delicately along my collar bones. His gentleness was making this even harder. He softly licked my throat with a whined from his beautiful mouth.

"You can do this y/n you can do this," I whispered to myself with my eyes squeezed shut.

"What baby?" He asked.

"N-nothing," I lied. He stopped completely. He looked at me sadly.

"You were making a lot of weird faces during sex. I tried not to let it bother me, but I'm concerned now," he said awkwardly.

"I-I I'm trying not to orgasm," I admitted, covering my face with my hands.

"Why would you do that?"

"To keep you near me," I said in a small voice.

"Oh angel," he said and kissed my forehead.

"Have I not been spending enough quality time with my girl?"

"Maybe not," I whispered.

"I'll make sure to change that, but please come for me, it makes me so happy," he said and his hips began to snap again.

"TIMMY!" I screamed, finally letting the orgasm wash over me.

"Good girl!" He replied and he was cumming inside me desperately. When he'd finished he wrapped his body around me.

"I'm not going anywhere," he swore.