Long Series About Timothee Chalamet

Newly Weds (P9)

Warnings - ditching date, immediate connection, fingering, praise, oral after cumming, Oral (female receiving), journals, temptations, mentions of road he's and dying, no refractory period, breeding kink

I had technically been lying when I said Timothée and I had fucked on the first date. Because our first date wasn't even ours. We were on a tinder dates with other people. The second we locked eyes I turned to my date Oliver.

"Look you're nice but this isn't going to work out," I said.

"What?" He squeaked.

"I can just tell," I said and left. Looking back I felt bad, but I was so glad I had done it. Meeting Timothée was the best thing that ever happened to me.

I met him in the middle of the room, and I heard the door slam, and I knew it was his date.

"Timothée," he held out a hand with a grin.

"Y/n," I smiled.

"Bathroom?"

"I was hoping," I responded. He lead me in as if we had a reservation. We were kissing immediately and it it was like no kiss I'd ever had. I was living for the next touch of his lips when he pulled away.

"I've got a favor to ask," he said breathily.

"What's that Timothée?" I asked.

"Oh, the way you said my name makes me even harder," he moaned. I looked down to see a pleasantly large bulge in his pants.

"I can tell you're special, what's your ask?" I asked, looping my arms around his neck.

"I need to see you completely naked, please, I'll pay any fine we get," he begged desperately. "I just need to see all of your body even if we're in a restaurant bathroom."

"If you want that couldn't we just go to one of our places?" I asked. I already felt clingy for him. I had to pressed myself against his as we spoke. The skin to skin contact made me so needy.

"You really think we'd last that long?" He chuckled.

"You're right, we'd probably end up crashing because I was giving you road head, and I feel like you're someone whose mind is fully in the moment when he's having sex," I chuckled.

"Yes, you read my mind," he hissed. "So?"

"Of course," I obliged. I pulled off all my clothing. He circled me like a shark, but I didn't feel preyed upon, I felt adored. I'd never gotten such positive and matching vibes with someone, it was indescribable, and no one would get it unless they had it.

"Perfect, I think I've seen your body in a dream. Down to every dimple, stretch mark, curve, and stretch of skin, I can't imagine something more gorgeous."

"Now you," I begged. He eagerly stripped.

"I never thought someone could have a body like yours, it's heavenly," I said. I knew my words paled in comparison to his declaration, but to my delight his knees buckled for a moment, and precum leaked from his tip. I envied the bathroom floor for feeling it.

He pulled me to him immediately. As we kissed his gorgeously long fingers entered me. I gasped into his mouth. I'd never liked fingering before, but he did it in a way that had my toes curling.

"Oh, Timmy, fuck," I said between kisses. He barely let me get a word in edge wise as we made out.

"My dear," he moaned as if we'd been together for years. It made me weak. "Do my fingers feel good?"

"I've never had a fingering like this," I gasped. "So close."

"I'm wild for you," he moaned as he curled his fingers and pumped them harder.