Timothée Chalamet Imagines

sexual frustration ¤

You and Timothée were watching TV on your living room couch when you suddenly became restless. I certain need was begining to wash over you and you quickly turned your attention to Timmy seated next to you, shooting him a suggestive stare.

"What?" He said, totally clueless.

"Oh nothing, just thinking about your fingers..." you say slowly while making a scissoring motion with your fingers like he would do to you.

Timothée's cheeks instantly turn red as he looks from you to the TV. It's not unlike him to becomr embarrassed, he usually leaves those comments for the bedroom. Quickly, before you can protest you take his hand in your's ans shove two of his fingers into your mouth.

"Mmm," you muffle as he sits in shock. You insert all of his slender fingers in your mouth and suck, shooting him a wink when you're satisfied.

You move onto his lap so that you're straddling him and subtly turn off the TV so his full attention is on you. You softly start to grind your hips against his as you get close to his ear to whisper.

"I need you Timmy, please."

As if some magic words were spoken, Timothée places a kiss on your neck before finding the bottom of your shirt and pulling it up over your head as you go to town on his lap. Tonight you were wearing your newest lacy black bra, something that must be turning him on because you felt the subtle poke of his growing bulge against your covered heat.

"Do I make you excited baby?" You coo as you remove his shirt. "Will you take care of me Timothée?"

"Of course, my dear," he practically growls as he removes his shirt and motions for you to get up and remove your jeans so he can remove his as well. You settle back onto his lap and palm his erection through his boxers. Planting your lips against his neck sends a shiver through him as you come up to bite his ear.

He let's out a soft groan when you find the courage to pop his manhood out of his boxers and shift your panties to the side. You force him into you with a small grunt and begin to ride him. Timmy's eyes are sealed shut as he concentrates on the feeling of you. You lick his open mouth playfully as you both release hushed moans. Your hands roam around his chest and find his arms clamped to your waist. You instead guide them up your body to the clasp of your bra and help him unclip it. He opens his eyes to take in thr sight of you beginning to bounce up and down, your chest moving with you.

"God damn," he groans.

You can feel he's close with all this excitement as his breaths are coming out in short pants. With one final rotation of your hips you raise your butt to let him take over on thrusting into your wetness. You both sigh as he comes inside you. Holding his face in your hands you slide off him and kiss his parted lips.

The two of you gather your clothes and head up to your bathroom to shower together before bed.