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Give A Lil’ More

Summary: “I'm waiting for something, always waiting, feelin’ nothing, wondering if it'll ever change”

Pairing: ex-boyfriend!Timothée Chalamet x black!reader

A/n: apparently I’ve committed to a Maroon 5 theme so there’s that 😬 smut and angst and fluff, have fun, let me know what you think. Set directly where Stephane cuts Tim off in One More Night. 1.8k words ✌🏽 Minors, ageless and blank blogs DNI

Then, he looked up at you from his knees. The image did something to you, he knew. Your breath hitched and your dark eyes got a little dazed with lust. Exactly where he wanted you. The same level of desperation as him.

Then your hands were in his hair and he was moaning as he pulled your shorts down, mouthing at your sex over your panties as he felt the soft skin of your legs under his palms on their way back up. He tucked his thumb under the elastic and cotton where your pussy was already getting it damp. Pulling them to the side, his mouth watered at the prospect of the taste he’s missed these past months.

After one teasing flick of his tongue, he couldn’t help himself. He practically buried his face between your legs and you gripped his curls tight for support. You teetered a bit in your heels, but Timothée just gripped you tighter, securing your pussy to his mouth as you made the prettiest noises above him.

“I can’t cum like this, it's too— I’m gonna fall!”

“I won’t let you, just cum for me,” he said as he supported your lower back with both hands, his tongue working over your clit.

You finally fell apart for him and he helped you ride it out, licking at your fluttering hole that gripped nothing. Timothée guided your boneless form down, straddling him where he sat on his knees, holding you tight to him as he found your mouth. He shared your taste between your tongues, moaning into the kiss.

When your breathing began to stabilize, Timothée shifted you. Holding you as he rose up on his knees to spread you out on the floor. He reached for the waistband of your panties and you tilted your hips up so he could remove them.

… and bypassed your shoes completely. No, those were staying on.

Timothée sank into you with a long moan, the snug fit as perfect as always. More perfect somehow.

“Made for me aren’t you?”

“Uh huh.” Your response, breathy and immediate. Reflexive. Mindless. Tim relished in it, the words he needed to hear while feeling the emotions he needed to feel. Fucking you came naturally to him, your bodies gloriously familiar. So in tuned with your body, he knew exactly what to do and when. And that knowledge gave him a high like no other, that he could still play your body like he had cheat codes handy.

“Tim, I need—!”

“Shh, baby. I know what you need,” he said even as he continued to give you slow torturous strokes, fingers locked together outstretched above your head. “I’m just not giving it to you yet.”

“Ti~m!”

He groaned. “Shit I love when you moan my name like that. In that cute little fucked out voice of yours.”

The hardwood was going to numb his knees, he could feel the dull ache under his exertion already. But the unforgiving floor provided a boon to them in that there was no give in his strokes like a bed would provide. Each time he fucked you, he felt himself get that much deeper, his pelvis pressing against your clit. And your whines of curses and nonsense told him it was doing what it was supposed to. Tim rocked into you faster, finally giving you what you needed. And in no time, your moan caught in your throat as you tensed all over. Then shuddered as the orgasm washed over you, washed over him where you were joined. Your lips a perfect o, soundless as your senses overwhelmed you.

Tim cooed at how pretty you were. “That’s it babygirl, keep cummin’ all over your cock.”

Your hips jolted with aftershocks that he was nowhere near immune to. The feeling of you milking his dick was incomparable. There was nothing better. Especially when the fluttering of your tight walls pushed him closer and closer to his own release like you were doing now.

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum.” His warning was met with you wrapping your legs around his lower back, the texture of your heels brushing over his overheated skin. “Shit!” You were gonna kill him. He was gonna cum so hard his major organs would fucking shoot out too.

He pulled back and caged your head to look up at him.

“Wanna look at your pretty face while I cum.”

You squeezed around him and his breath caught in his throat. “Shiiiiit, you feel unreal, know that? Only pussy for me, only pussy I want. Gonna cum so hard for you, baby.”

You moaned as you trailed your nails up his spine, murmuring in his ear. “Give it to me.” Proving you still held the leash on his desire, Timothée gave it to you. His eyes rolled back as fireworks and shrimp colors and galaxies flashed over his vision. His eyelashes fluttered as he came back to himself, his ears ringing and his cock still throbbing to the feeling of you cumming around him again.

The intensity of the session hit him all at once, adrenaline bottoming out and his energy along with it. He pulled out and rolled off of you, laying side by side as you both tried to rein in ragged breathing.

Finally, he had the energy to tend to you. He sat up, removing your shoes for you gently before helping you to your feet.

He led you to your room, aiming for the bathroom to clean you up but you tugged on his hand before you passed the bed. You backed towards it with your eyes on him and he followed automatically, helplessly.

You both shed the rest of your clothes that hadn’t been bothered with in the living room until you laid naked in his arms. Skin sliding over skin, hearts knocking against each other, lips locked in another passionate embrace. Slow and filthy. He reached between you to gingerly slide two fingers inside where you were warm and sticky with both of your releases. Groaning into each other’s mouths, Timothée pulled the digits out and licked them up. Then he's ducking back between your legs. Fuck he’d never get tired of tasting you.

“This all for me?”

“Yeah, all for you. Want you in me, Tim, please.”

He placed a chaste kiss on your pussy lips. “Is it mine?”

“It’s yours.” He rewarded you with a soothing lick up your slit. Just to hear you keen at your own sensitivity.

“All mine?”

“No one else’s.”

He groaned and pinned your hips down as he went to fucking town.

“Know how long it’s been since I tasted you? Tasted both of us together like this?”

“Timothéeeee.”

“That’s it, baby, that’s all you gotta say.”

He woke up with his arms around you, your warm back to his chest.

It was almost the same as before.

Except this wasn’t his bed anymore. This wasn’t his apartment. And despite all the reckless shit said last night, you weren’t his girl. He knew he couldn’t carry any of what was said in the throes too close to his heart. He knew he needed to leave now before anything got even worse. But he also couldn’t just leave you alone.

Which was his main problem, really. He couldn’t just leave you alone.

Timothée gently retracted his arm and scooted back a bit. Steeling his nerves, he touched your shoulder.

“Hey,” he called softly. You grunted sleepily back. He would have grinned if he wasn’t so anxious. “I gotta head out.”

You gave no response for a couple breaths and he worried he’d have to repeat himself.

“Okay,” you murmured without rolling to face him. And maybe it was better that way. You clearly didn’t want more so Timothée needed to learn to live with less. As he scooted out of the bed, grabbing half the clothes he’d taken off in there and the other half still in the living room, Timothée made a promise to himself.

He couldn’t pull this shit again. He snatched up his controller and put on his shoes, turning the bottom lock to make his decision more final as he exited.

This was the last time.

You listened to him moving around the apartment you both used to live in together, your back turned pretending to sleep. When the front door closed you finally sat up. Ready to cry, ready to berate yourself, ready to list your regrets.

Then you saw the nightstand on his side. Two ibuprofen and a bottle of water. You scoffed a laugh and bit your lip, shaking your head at the gesture. He used to do it anytime he knew he fucked you too good; too hard for too long. A cheeky little apology and genuine care all wrapped in one. You didn’t know what to make of its presence now.

Except, grateful. Fuck you were sore.

He broke his promise two weeks later.

And again the following week. And again. And again. And again.

Stephane had Opinions, to say the least. “You need to figure it out before you have to get back together because you accidentally fucked a baby into her.”

Timothée stared off into the distance. Stephane looked up and saw him completely checked out, staring dreamily at the wall. “Oh ew, you aren’t thinking of fucking her, are you? With that dumbass grin on your face.”

But Tim ignored his insult and question, in favor of asking one of his own. “If the thought of her having my baby makes me smile, I’m probably still in love with her, right?”

“You’re stupider than I thought if you figured you ever stopped.”

If just fucking you had taught him one thing, it was that he didn’t only wanna fuck you. He wanted to be with you again. Watch movies. Go grocery shopping. Yell at sporting events. Steal bites from your plate. Get your hair wet fucking in the shower then help you fix it. Argue, get upset, but come back together at the end of the day. Talk shit out till it was okay again. He wanted you.

So the next time he woke in the bed you formerly shared, he didn’t unwind from where he was holding you as the little spoon. He nosed at your hairline at the back of your neck, inhaling your conditioner. He squeezed your stomach a bit and murmured, “Hey.”

You tensed, quiet for a few heartbeats as you woke. Acclimating to consciousness and taking stock of your position. You grunted as was customary.

But instead of his usual excuse, Timothée said, “I’m ‘bout to make us breakfast… is that cool?”

He felt your chest hitch as you stopped breathing. He focused carefully on his own inhale and exhale.

You turned in his arms, looking up at him from where he propped himself on his elbow. Sleepy gaze replaced with alert, guarded eyes that darted over his face.

“If you want to.”

He grinned a little in relief. “I really do.”

A shy smile played on your lips as well. He couldn’t resist kissing it if he tried. But he couldn’t get carried away. He had eggs to scramble and an oven to preheat. And then… then you two would talk.

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@imnotoverlyobsessive You know it

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I'll bring snacks

Not me overhearing “Timothée Chalamet” in someone else’s convo and my head turned like a dog

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What was our husband like irl? As many details as possible pls!

Omg I can't even describe what it's like to see him in person cuz he looks exactly the same (just as hot) but the actual feeling of seeing him is sooo different cuz you're like "omg he's real" and that feeling just can't be replicated through a screen. I don't think ive ever seen his hair this curly and his SKIN omg it was literally glowing and it looked so flawless. He grasped my fingers and his hand was so soft and I could feel his rings 🥴 Hearing him talk irl was a total trip, his voice sent shivers up my spine. I knew the man was skinny (which if course I love) but when you really get to see just how skinny it's like WOW 😱 (but in a good way lol) I feel so lucky to have seen his magnificent bare back in person, UGh to be one of those girls that got to hug him and caress it 😭 Anyway I could go on and on but overall he's pretty much as perfect as you could imagine 😍

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Today I saw Timmy at VFF, what a crazy one-in-a-lifetime experience. I flew all the way from Canada and it was worth every penny! I still can't believe these pics/vids are all mine. I saw him exiting the press conference in the morning where he signed my copy of CMBYN and then again later on the red carpet. I love his description of Bones and All as "fucked up but good" 😭 Sadly I didn't get a selfie with him but he did touch my hand so I'm super happy 💕😊💖 I love this man so much I could talk about this day forever. So excited to go to the B&A screening tmrw!!! ☺️🦴🩸

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Confessions of an Imperial Concubine

By @imnotoverlyobsessive (moodboard also by me)

Sera launched herself at him, tackling him to the ground and straddling his waist. Her knife wasn’t the best quality, but she put it to his throat anyway.

Except—

The air around his form vibrated and changed color, much to her astonishment, and she realized there was a crucial fact she hadn’t thought to account for:

The bastard could afford a shield.

Frozen in shock, Sera looked into his eyes. A strange, incomprehensible feeling washed over her.

You, her mind told her in an unfamiliar, echoing voice. I am meant to know you as I know no other. I was crafted for you and you alone.

Rating: Explicit for sexual content and language

Word count: 40,400

Coming soon to @dunefandomevents for the Dune Mini Bang 2022 with art by @alexagirlie

Also shoutout to my dear friend @meetmyothersouls for helping me plan and to my beta @patronsaintofthetwinks, love you guys 💗

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timothée just finished working out sweaty and all and y/n gets all worked up and yk what happens

A/N - I’m gonna combine this with a request I got for ice play if y’all don’t mind. Also I know the whole “look what you do to me” scene is hot. But please remember this is fiction, don’t force someone’s hands down your pants. I don’t endorse non con touching.

Hot and Cold

Warnings - Smut, oral (male and female receiving), ice play, unprotected sex, degrading talk, dirty talk, sub male, begging, mentions of masturbation, sitting on face

My roommate, Timothée, had started doing something horrible. It was bad enough that he sometimes walked around in his boxers, I couldn’t take much more of this. My crush on him had been growing steadily.

He had started jogging. When he came back, he was in tight clothing, with messy, damp , hair, and sweat dripping down him. It was a glorious, tempting, sight. I would watch him avidly as he grabbed a water bottle and downed it in one go. His Adam’s apple would bob, making me want to suck on his throat. Some of the water would spill from his mouth and trickle down to mix with the beads of sweat.

I never wanted him as much as I did after his run. I’d always return to my room to masturbate to the thought of him. It took all my strength not to pounce on him.

I was reading a book in the living room. I was content, knowing it was Saturday, and Timmy didn’t jog on Saturdays. He generally went to parties on Friday nights, so he slept in on Saturdays.

I bang sounded as someone slammed open the door. I looked in horror to see that Timothée had gone for a run. I hadn’t heard him leave, fuck!

He came in, shaking his hair out of his face. He was headed to the kitchen. As if in a trance, I followed him. He was pulling out a mug, pouring ice chips in it. He took a few in his mouth and sucked. It was the sucking that broke me.

“Can you stop that?” I demanded. He looked at me in shock and confusion. I didn’t usually talk like this.

“I’m hot,” he lisped, over the ice.

I grabbed his hand in a firm grip. I was barreling down the hall, with him in tow. He was asking questions, but I gave no answers. Once I had him in my room, I rifled through my drawers.

“What is going on?”

“Do you have any idea, what you do to me?” I asked him. He still looked confused, and shook his head slowly.

“Are you mad about something?” He asked. “Did I leave the toilet seat up again?”

“This is what you to do me,” I said, and waved my vibrator in his face. I clicked the button over and over, but nothing happened because it was out of charge from over use.

“I don’t think I understand,” he said, he was still confused, but now his cheeks were bright pink.

“This,” I said as I snatched the ice cup from his hand and put it on the table. I stuck the hand I held, down into my panties, where I was soaked. “Is what you do to me.”

“Oh, fuck,” he said as he felt my wetness.

“Understand now?” I asked.

“Y-yeah, I do,” he stuttered, hands moving from out of my panties. His fingers were covered in slick.

“You have no idea the things I want to do to you,” I murmured to him as I looked into his eyes.

“Do them,” he replied.

I was instantly pushing him onto the bed. I kissed him with a nearly bruising force. He was eager to return the passion. My hands ran down the tight running outfit he was wearing, moving to his crotch. I rubbed him over his pants. He gasped into the kiss. I loved the sound.

“Take off your clothes,” I ordered. He did what I asked, peeling off the articles, until he was just in his boxers.

“You look like a dream,” I said, and then I noticed the ice cup still on my bedside table.

“What are you doing?” He said as I shifted.

“You said you were hot right?” I asked as I took some of the ice chips.

“Yeah,” he said warily.

“Well, we need to cool you down,” I smiled. I dropped a couple of pieces on his chest and he hissed. I used a lazy finger to move them around his torso. I traced his nipples, and brushed them lightly with my thumb.

“Ohhhh,” he blew out a breath.

“Like that?” I asked.

“Mmmhmmm,” he nodded. I placed some more on his chest, and then some into my mouth. I palmed him over his boxers as I swirled the ice chips over his chest and up his neck. He was squirming with delight, little desperate noises leaving his mouth.

“Now you know how I feel,” I told him. “Every time you’d come back from a run, or wear only your boxers around, or wear your whorish clothing to parties on Fridays.”

“That desperate for me huh?” He asked, trying to retrieve back some of the power.

“Oh very,” I told him, as I replaced the ice with my tongue. I licked designs on his chest and nipples as he panted. I licked a stripe up his neck, before sucking the skin into my mouth. I wanted to mark him. I suckled at his neck like a vampire, and I relished the taste of his salty skin.

I sat back up, looking at the lovely purple mark I’d made. He was looking at me desperately, eyes wide with need. I took more ice into my mouth. I shifted down so I could take his boxers off.

I looked at his throbbing cock with lust. He was so big, so hard, it made my core pulse. I flattened my tongue on the head of his cock. He moaned in delight.

“More, please,” he begged. I smiled and took him into my waiting mouth. He threw his head back in pleasure. The cold stimulated him even more as his length and the ice chips swirled in my mouth. He was moaning loudly as he bucked his hips. I went down as far as I could, using my hand to work the part I couldn’t fit.

“I’m close,” he shuddered. I popped off him, and I heard his wine. I got off the bed entirely. He sat up, immediately, worried I was going to leave him wanting for all the times he’d done it to me. I was just getting started.

I slowly took off my shirt. He was staring in wide eyed wonder. I unclasped my bra, and my breasts bounced free. Next I took off my pants. As I did this, I watched him gather some ice chips in his mouth.

I approached the bed. He immediately began to knead my breasts, looking up into my eyes. Then he dipped down, taking my peaked nipples in his mouth. The cold made my nipples even harder as his tongue danced over them. I moaned as he sucked gently.

“Get on the bed and sit on my face,” he pleaded. I nodded eagerly, I watched him take more ice. I positioned myself over him when he’d laid back down. I lowered myself and he began to devour me. It was as if he were a hungry animal. The freezing temperature of his tongue made it all the more enticing. His tongue circled my clit before he sucked it into his mouth. I moaned his name, and began to grind down. I rode his face as he gripped my hips, and I felt my orgasm begin to build. I toppled over the edge into it, and it overtook me. My thighs were clamping around his head as I screamed.

When I came down, I removed myself to see a very proud looking Timothée.

“I’m so hard for you,” he said. “Fuck me, please.”

“Absolutely,” I said, moving down so I could sink onto him, but I wanted to tease him first. I grabbed his cock, and pressed just the head into my entrance.

“Go down,” he said.

“I don’t think I will,” I said as I made the movement to ride his head. In and out, I teased his cock, and I could see how needy and desperate it was making him.

“Please!” He begged, trying to rut up into me, so he would be fully inside me.

“Patience,” I chuckled. “I had to have it.”

He wined, but stilled his hips. I rewarded his obedience by finally sinking all the way down on him.

“Holy Fuck,” Timothée whimpered.

“This is what I think about when I touch myself,” I told him as I bounced on his dick.

“Shit,” Timothée wheezed, as I sped up. He filled me so well. My imagination had not done him justice. I was already close again.

“Say you want me Timothée,” I said.

“I want you, I want you so much fuck,” he cried as I continued.

“Say you’re my slut,” I urged.

“I’m your slut, fuck me whenever you want, use me,” he begged.

“Whose whore are you?”

“Yours, fuuuuuck,” he was a mess, panting and groaning, nails digging into my hips.

“Who gets to use you like a toy? Who owns your cock?”

“You own my cock baby, it’s your, oh it’s yours.”

“Would you like to cum Timothée?” I asked him, as I stopped all movement.

He was frantic. “Yes, please, please. I’ll do whatever you want. Please let me cum!”

“That’s a good boy,” I chuckled and slammed down on him again. With one pulse, he was filling me. I broke again at the feeling, gasping, and whimpering as my walls fluttered around him.

“Why, in God’s name, have we not done that sooner?” Timothée implored me as we came down.

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Timothée and y/n cooking together and things get steamy in the kitchen.

Just Desserts

Warnings - smut, oral (female receiving), sex in the kitchen , mentions of masturbation

My best friend Timothée and I were in his large kitchen. He’d invited me over to make cookies with him. I had to dissuade myself from thinking of it as a date. I’d had a crush on him for years.

“You have flour in your hair Timothée,” I chuckled. He nodded solemnly, turned to the flour bag, picked some up, and put it in my hair.

“Now we match,” he said with an impish grin.

“You rascal,” I laughed. Soon he was putting icing on my nose. I was tossing more flour at him. The cookies were all but forgotten as I tossed sprinkles in his hair.

Soon we were breathless, food covered, and staring at each other with big grins. I couldn’t take it. I moved to him and kissed him firmly on the mouth. I jerked back, surprised at my own courage.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know where-“

He was kissing me, tongue slipping into my mouth. I kissed him back, hungrily. His lips tasted like icing, and my hands that I’d weaved into his hair, were disturbing the flour there.

“You have no idea how long, I’ve wanted to do that,” he said as he kissed along my neck.

“Same here,” I gasped as he bit down on my throat.

“Mine now,” he murmured into the skin, and I nodded.

I reached down, and put my hands up his shirt. My palms explored the the planes of his abdomen.

“Touch me more,” he whispered, sending shivers down my spine. I changed the direction of my hand as I caught his lips in mine again. I dipped my hand into his pants. I toyed with his cock, trying to get him hard.

His head fell into the crook of my neck as I worked him. His breath was hot and heavy.

“I want to fuck you. Is that weird to say?” He asked.

“No, I want it too,” I told him honestly. He lifted my shirt off my body.

“You have the most amazing body. You are so beautiful,” he said. I blushed from the compliment.

“I thought I caught you staring when we went swimming,” I chuckled.

“No just staring, in my mind we were fucking like rabbits in the sand,” he said and I gasped at his words.

He unlatched my bra. I breasts fell heavily out of it. He caressed my breasts like the were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. He moved down to suck one of my nipples into his mouth. I arched into the feeling. His tongue was swirling, then flattening on the bud. He let the other one have the same treatment. I could feel arousal pooling in my panties.

“Tell me Timothée,” I panted. “Do you think of me when you touch yourself?”

“Every time,” he said with a low growl. My breath hitched at his response. I pulled his shirt off, biting my lip at the sight.

“You are so damn sexy,” I said, pulling him to me for another nearly bruising make out session.

“I want to take you right here, I want to fuck you right on this counter,” he growled.

“Move the dough and you can have me,” I promised. He quickly removed the items on his island. He wiped it down, and looked at me expectantly. I stripped off the rest of my clothes and hopped up on the island. I splayed myself out for him.

He went to my dripping cunt first. He began to lick between my folds delicately. It felt so good, I grabbed his hair to push him down further. He was drooling over the taste of my pussy. As he consumed me, he made eye contact with me. The ache between my thighs was growing as the cord inside me got tighter and tighter.

“You’re going to make me come Timmy,” I moaned. Soon the cord was snapping and I was thrown into a delicious orgasm. Timothée lapped me through it gently.

“Now to fuck you senseless,” he said, as he stood up and wiped his mouth. He took off his pants, pulling me further to the edge of the island, so my legs dangled off.

He pushed into me slowly so that I felt every inch of him. I relished how long it took him to finally bottom out. He was finally buried in my wet, warmth.

“Fuck, fuck, you feel so good,” he moaned as he began to rock into me.

“Why have we never done this,” I groaned. “You’re so big, you fill me so well.”

“You’re so wet, I don’t know how long I can last,” he said, hips snapping at an erratic speed. His hips were smacking my ass, his balls swinging as he gave me all he had.

“Timothée,” I cried as his fingers went to my clit.

“That’s right, say my name. I waited so long to hear you say it that way,” he cried.

“Timothée, uh, uh, Timothée,” I screamed, and with another roll of his hips, I was coming undone. My cunt gripped his cock as I came. Soon he was filling me with his cum, hips stuttering as he came.

“Tell me that wasn’t the last time we do that,” I said, heaving.

“Not a chance,” he promised.

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Hi this is a compilation I made of Timothee swearing/cursing. I worked really hard on this so if you could give it a like and share it with your friends I would really appreciate it!