Info - best friends to lovers, Timmy chewing gum (you know the video), Coachella, shy reader, kinda dom Timmy, reader not being shaved, plus sized reader, oral (Fem receiving), pillow humping, outdoor sex in a tent, spitting on pussy, vocal reader, overstimulation, crying from oral, needy Timothée, massaging pussy, fingering, cocky Timmy
I couldn't stop staring at Timothée. Yes, I was at Coachella, but he was so much more interesting. His sun kissed skin, brush of stubble, baseball hat and sunglasses. Then there was his JAW. It was working hard chewing gum. My core had long gone molten, but he was my best friend, I shouldn't be feeling this way.
"You keep staring," he said leaning forward and whispering in my ear. I stiffened. I was just Timothée's curvy best friend, not even famous, I lived in fear of him finding out I was in love with him.
"Sorry," I said.
"You stare particularly at my jaw," he smirked.
"I-I don't know what to say," I said awkwardly.
"Just say what you know we both want," he purred. I was hot all over, was he teasing me? I covered my face with my hands.
"I don't know what you're talking about?" I asked.
"You want me to be working my jaw in your cunt not on gum," he cooed.
"Timothée Hal Chalamet!"
"Am I wrong?"
"Are you teasing me? Just because I'm plus sized and not famous doesn't mean you can-" he cut me off with a kiss. It was as hot and fizzy as every good memory I'd ever made and as every bad substance I'd ever taken.
"Can you stop thinking I'd ever prank you by saying I have feelings for you?" He asked me, holding my hips as if he were drowning and I was a life raft.
"I feel dizzy," I gulped.
"You'll feel dizzier after time number three," he said deviously.
"Three of what?" I asked confusedly. He smirked and pulled me hurriedly to his tent. He was kissing me heatedly, feeling up my breasts. Then to my surprise he pushed me back harshly. Fear roiled in my gut for a moment until I landed on soft downy pillows. He fell to his knees and was about to yank down my pants.
"Wait, wait, I'm not um, I'm not bald," I said shyly.
"You think I care?" He growled.
"But Timmy, I'm really loud when someone-"
"All my mind is screaming 'y/n's pussy' and how long I've waited for this moment. I don't care if you're on your fucking period," he whispered, his face moving closer to mine until I could smell the mint gum on his breath.
"Oh, Timothée," I gasped. He made quick work of my pants and thong. He sucked in a breath at the sight of my glistening heat.
"Fucking stunning," he huffed. He turned his head and spat his gum into the grass outside the tent.
He lowered his head, keeping eye contact. His tongue waggled in my pussy. I was already panting. His jaw clenched and unclenched as he worked on me. He moaned and hiked my legs over his shoulder as he lapped at me.
"You taste like a dream," he said as the bass bounced in my soul. He now buried his face in my cunt. He sucked desperately.
"Hhhhhaaaa, mmmmm, aaaaaafffffuuck," I whimpered. He wagged his head back and forth licking every inch of me. His tongue stroked and stroked.
"T-Timmy, I th-thought you were only attracted to skinny models," I whimpered, arching into his mouth.
"You've awakened something inside me," he gritted out. His fingers dug into my hips. "Your thighs are everything. I wanna be suffocated by your pussy, thighs, and fucking tits!" He was nearly screaming near the end to bear the music. He lowered himself down again. He was lapping so fast it was unbelievable.
"Timothée, Timothée, m'gonna come," I said, crossing my ankles to keep him where he was. He went from lapping to sucking hard.
"FUCK ME!" I screamed as I came undone. I was humping my pussy against his face.
"Mmmmmm," he groaned into me. He lifted my ass up so he could be as close as possible. A wet sound smacked through the air as he came up.
"Number one," he panted and I realized what three had meant.
"Gonna lay down for this one though, I need to hump the pillows," he groaned and a thrill went through me. He laid down and I heard a pathetic noise come from his mouth as he rutted into a pillow and looked at my wet cunt in front of him.
He let a line of drool fall into my pussy while making eye contact with me. I couldn't help the way my hips jutted upwards for him. His fingers would surely leave marks in my thighs as he motorboated my pussy lips.
"Oh, oh, oh, fuck, oh fuck me, oh Timmy. I can barely take it!"
"Mmmmm," he moaned into my heat, and I watch as his ass moved up and down, fucking the pillows beneath him as he suckled my clit. He thrust two long fingers inside me.
"HOLY SHIT AHHHH!" I screamed out into the Coachella air.
"You taste better than anything, you don't know how hard you make me," he told me, his face covered in my essence.
"You're so slick," he chuckled. He buried his face back inside me, his fingers curling.
"FUCK FUCK AHHHH!" I squealed. He licked all over my slickness.
"Gonna come again!" I screamed. He moaned into me. My pussy spasmed wildly. I could hardly hear over the the wild beating of my heart.
"Oh, fuck, that was amazing, but I feel like another one would be too much," I said, noting that there were tears of pleasure in my eyes.
"Please Mon amour," he pouted.
"You taste so good, and I've never had you before, can't I make our first time mind blowing?" He asked, caressing my thighs.
"Okay, I suppose if you want it that bad but I'm a bit overstimulated."
"Yeah?" He asked with a smirk.
He lowered his head and gave a kitten lick to my clit, and watched me like a cat as I let out a wail. With each tiny pet of his tongue I was arching and whining.
"Oh, oh my fuck," I shuddered and gasped. I was trembling.
"You're crying!" Timothée said and he sounded insanely thrilled.
"Feels s'good. Y'so good," I couldn't speak straight I felt like I was in another dimension, one where all that existed was sensitivity. Even the air on my pussy was making me clench.
"You look so pretty with your makeup smeared and your lips all puffy from biting,"he sighed.
"I wan get there f'you," I whined and squirmed.
"You're heavenly," he sighed. He wrapped his tongue around my clit and I screamed. I was breathing so hard and I felt like I was on fire.
"T!" I couldn't even manage his whole name. He spread my cunt and blew breath on me. My hips jutted upwards. He stuck his tongue as far into my entrance as he could, and curled it.
"FUCK!" I shrieked and my body shook at the orgasm shattered me. I was whining and blacking out and seeing stars.
"You okay?" Timothée asked, laying beside me. He massaged the hood of my vagina gently.
"Oh keep doing that, it's soothing," I said, curling into him. "Take care of me."
"Always," he promised and laid a kiss on my head.
