#timothee smut

[gh0stsp1d3r]

Timothee!wonka the type of man to…

-give the best aftercare, literally the best. he’s so sweet, asking if you’re okay and picking you up and taking you into the bath. Anything you need? He’s already got it.

-a switch. he’s mostly a sub, but he doesn’t mind being a dom at all.

-have a more than average size. you’re worried when you first see it, but he says it’ll fit wants to say he’ll make it fit.

-he’s loving during sex, it’s romantic and intimate

-loves himself a stomach bulge. idc he loves it.

-may put the hat on you, you’re just so pretty to him with it );

-loves having his hair pulled. no further comment.

-will beg. once again no comment.

[why-say]

{i really wanted to used this gif}

Timothée x reader imagine

Warning: smut, shower sex,

Word count: 785

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You were in the shower. You’d had a long day and ended it with a work out so you needed the break. The steam of the shower helping you relax.

The apartment felt cold with Timothée gone, he was away on set for the next few days and you were already missing him. You were thinking about what the evening would’ve looked like if he were with you.

He would have cooked you both dinner, some kind of pasta and you would’ve stuffed your belly while watching a cheesy 80’s movie with him. Maybe a round of rough fucking if you were lucky. You missed him so much already in the short time you both had spent together.

Deep in thought you barely noticed a body step into the bathroom. You had a standing shower with glass walls but they were all steamed up. It wasn’t until you heard the door slide open that you opened your eyes, trying to avoid the spray of the shower.

You couldn’t believe it. Timothée was there. You were so confused but before you could ask why he was home, he spun you around. You felt his naked body pressing behind you and wondered when he had time to strip. It was a silly thing to think first but it’s all you could think about with his hard cock pressing between you two.

“I had to come back baby I missed you so much.” He whispers, his breath fanning over your ear. Your pulse quipped like how it always did with him around.

Timothée moved his hand to the back of your neck, tilting your head up to give you a warm kiss. You lost all words when it came to him. He knew what you wanted though. And he didn’t make you wait long.

He picks up both of your thighs, bringing them to circle around your waist. Your shower was long forgotten but something better had replaced it. Timothée wasted no time slipping into you. His thick cock filling you in ways you couldn’t describe.

You let out a small moan of content. You heard Timothée release a grunt from the back of his throat. He was working small soft strokes into you. Timothée usually was rough from the beginning till the end so soft kisses and slow strokes wasn’t like him. It was different for him and before you could say anything he spoke.

“Missed you baby, leme savour you before giving you what you want.” He was speaking incoherently but you understood.

You felt your heart melt a little more. You whined and nodded your head. Timothée still steadily fucking you. You loved how he usually fucked but you loved this too. To be honest you loved anything Timothée did.

You felt your lower half tense, Timothée still working you to your orgasm. You could feel every inch, vein and tweak of his cock, all of it adding to your sensations. Timothée put his lips back to yours, your moans going straight down his throat. It was like he wanted you so bad he wanted to swallow ever noise you made.

You came. Timothée didn’t follow, infact his cock felt harder than before.

“Fuck baby your cunt is gripping me so tight” Timothée grunted.

Your body was still shaking from your orgasm and he took that opportunity to start fucking into you faster. His hands pulling you off his cock only to then slam you back down. Moving your body like it was nothing.

You couldn’t stop shaking, Your stomach was aching but you knew you had more to give him. Your hands gripped his neck tighter, trying to hold onto his fast moving body.

He was fuçking you so fast you couldn’t even catch your breath, no need to when he would just take it again anyways.

You felt his cock twitch and knew he would cum soon and you couldn’t wait. All you could hear was moans worthy of the big screen and whines all coming from you. Timothées moans and grunts adding to the music you were creating.

The steam from the bathroom wasn’t helping you to think straight. All you knew was that you needed Timothees cum immediately.

“Please-“ Your pleading was cut short with an abrupt thrust, “Please please give me your cum.” You managed to let out.

“You want it? It’s all yours baby.” Timothée echos. The second you feel his warm cum you can’t help but follow him and cum again your self. Leaving you both panting and heavy breathing in the shower.

“Im never leaving again baby, never ever.” Timothée murmurs. You can barely hear him over your heart beating. You wondered how you got so lucky.

[darkacademiablues]

Timothée Chalamet for L’officiel Hommes, 2017 and New York Times Style , 2017

[houseofchalamet]

Biggest Fan

Pairing: Timothee Chalamet x f!Reader Summary: Reader has been absolutely filthy in the DMs and when she meets Timothée unexpectedly, he wants her to make good on her promises. Warnings: Smut (oral - male receiving), sexualizing a celebrity, technically a power imbalance, curse words. Word count: 2k

There was no way he’d ever see your DMs. He probably got thousands of messages a day; yours would get lost in a sea of countless others. And he was rarely ever on Twitter…

Still, you’d occasionally send some DMs anyway, just for the hell of it. It started tame. Telling him how much you loved his work, how excited you were for the next Dune movie… Small things like that. 

And then the thirst started.

It was all because of the Oscars… The damn Oscars. God, he looked so good. You felt like you were going to explode the second the shirtless image of him appeared on your TV screen. In the heat of the moment, you whipped out your phone and began typing every lewd thought that popped into your head.

Everything about him was perfect, from his hair down to the smallest details, like the rings on his fingers. You drank in every image you could find of his bare chest. Before you knew it, you were composing the nastiest paragraph you’d ever written in your life (up until that point, at least) and hitting send without a second thought.

God, it’s almost unfair how perfect you are. You’re so fucking sexy in your sparkly little jacket. I wanna taste every inch of you. I want you to fuck my mouth and make me gag on your cock. I want your cum running down my throat. I want you to fuck me so hard and fast that all I know is your name. I want you to absolutely obliterate me. I wanna be your personal fuckdoll… I’m fucking dripping just thinking about it. I need you inside me so fucking bad. I’m such a needy slut for you.

That was just the first one, and as time went on, they grew more graphic. It became an outlet, a way to get all of this sexual energy out. Your messages ranged from short, innocent sentences to long, erotic paragraphs detailing all of the depraved things you wanted him to do to you.

But he’d never see it.

Right?

***

The club was full of drunk, sweaty bodies. You were perfectly content to stand in the corner all night with your best friend, Jess, and sway to the music, feeling the bass vibrate through the floor.

“Hey, isn’t he that guy you’re so obsessed with?” Jess asked, pointing discreetly to a group of guys in the corner.

Your jaw dropped as you realized you were standing in the presence of the Timothée Chalamet. He was with a group of friends and appeared to be having a good time. Your heart began to race in your chest.

“Come on,” Jess said, taking in your stunned appearance. She tugged your hand, starting to lead you in his direction, but you pulled back.

“Are you fucking insane? I can’t just walk right up to him, I’ll literally drop dead on the spot.”

“Okay, fine, don’t talk to him.” She held back a laugh at your outburst. “But you know if you don’t at least stand in the same general vicinity as him, you’ll hate yourself forever.” 

Damn. You hated when she was right.

You both weaved through the crowd, strategically placing yourselves closer and closer every few moments without making it too obvious. 

You fought the urge to keep glancing at him, though all you wanted to do was drink in his appearance. You weren’t sure you’d ever get the chance to see him in person again. 

Jess was talking about something Britney had said to her earlier - you weren’t really paying too much attention - when you tried to steal a glance at exactly the wrong moment.

His eyes met yours. 

And instead of looking away and pretending nothing had happened like a normal person would in this circumstance, you froze. Your eyes widened, giving you a slight deer-in-the-headlights expression. He broke into that adorable, lopsided smile you loved so much.

Then, to your surprise, he started moving toward you.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” you whispered to Jess.

“Wha-”

“Hey, I’m Timothée,” he said. Jess’s eyes widened, too, as she processed the situation. Holy fuck he was so close, you could smell him now. And he smelled good.

“I… I know,” you replied stupidly, the awe evident in your voice.

“I’m Jess, and this is (Y/N),” she stepped in for you. “It’s so nice to meet you.”

“You too,” he smiled. His eyes flicked back to you. His brow furrowed and his head tilted to one side as he took you in, but after a few seconds, he shook his head. “Sorry, have we met before?”

“Umm…” You pretended to think for a second, even though you’d definitely remember if you’d met this literal god before. “Nope, I don’t think so.”

“Hm… Weird. I thought I recognized you from somewhere.”

You shrugged this off; he’d probably met so many fans in so many countries, there was bound to be at least one other girl somewhere who somewhat resembled you.

He was extremely nice and offered to take photos with you. He hung around to chat for a few minutes before excusing himself back to his friends. Besides your general awkwardness - which he was probably used to, judging by the way he easily brushed it off - the interaction couldn’t have gone any better.

“He’s literally my future husband,” you told Jess dreamily as you both watched him walk away.

“Not if I marry him first,” she joked.

“Hey! At least share!” You pouted.

She jokingly stuck her tongue out at you, and then her eyes scanned the room. “Well, if my marriage to Timmy doesn’t pan out, I think I just found his replacement. Mind if I go dance?”

“Nah, go right ahead,” you replied. You leaned against a wall, focusing on your phone. You posted your photo with Timmy to Instagram, and then popped onto Twitter to make the photo your profile pic. Your moots were about to go feral. For a moment, your thumb hovered over the messages icon. 

Ah, why not?

Hot sweatpants, cutie. I’ll make you sweat and pant;)

You chuckled a little to yourself. God, that was a cringey one. Still, it was just for your entertainment, so why not?

You continued scrolling through Twitter, enjoying your fifteen minutes of fame as you were bombarded by a million questions, each more unhinged than the last (‘What did he smell like?’ ‘Who was he with?’ ‘Did you lick his hand? I would’ve licked his hand’ etc). You were in the middle of replying to someone when you heard a voice beside you.

“I know where I recognized you from!”

Your eyes met his green ones and your breath caught in your throat. You weren’t expecting any more attention from Timothée, but obviously welcomed it.

“Where’s that?” you asked, trying to be nonchalant. He pulled up his phone and showed you the screen.

Your eyes widened and your mouth dropped open. You were horrified as you took in Timothée’s view of your DM’s. He must have turned his read receipts off. He didn’t seem to notice your embarrassment as he scrolled up in the conversation a little.

“This is one of my favorites, ‘My ass is grass and I want you to mow it.’ Or that time you just sent the link to Deep Throat by Cupcakke.”

“Oh, god,” you said, putting your head in your hands. You couldn’t even deny that it was you; the profile picture gave you away. You wanted to spontaneously combust. “I didn’t think you’d actually see that.”

“I could tell…” he chuckled. Thankfully, he scrolled past your more… needy messages and focused on the ironic ones. “‘I would let you break my back in half, spit in my mouth, dislocate my jaw, pee on me, rip out my intestines, and then hit me with your car and I’d still be your biggest fan.’”

“Ugh, God,” you groaned. 

He smirked at you and you swore his eyes flicked down to your lips for a split second. When he spoke again, the joking tone had disappeared. “You think you’re my biggest fan?”

Your mouth opened but no words came out. You drew in a sharp breath. “I- uh… y-yeah.”

His voice dropped dangerously low; you were sure no one else could hear. “Would you be willing to prove it?”

His words swam around in your head and you struggled to make sense of them. Surely, you had misunderstood… You blinked, watching as his tongue swiped over his lips. 

“Absolutely.”

Before you could even process what was happening, he had taken your hand and led you down a hallway, somehow unseen by anyone else. He slipped you into a bathroom and shut the door behind you both. 

Pressing you against the door, he attached his lips to yours.

You felt yourself relax into him as he kissed you deeply. Suddenly, your shy side had disappeared and in its place stood the horndog who had written all those DMs. You gently bit his bottom lip and he wound his arms around your waist, pulling you even closer. You slipped your tongue into his mouth and he ground against you. You practically moaned; he was already hard. You reached down, stroking him through his pants. He was just as big as you’d imagined.

You pushed him back until he was leaning against the sink and were on your knees in an instant, tugging down his sweatpants. You licked your lips as his dick sprang free.

“Love reading your desperate little messages over and over again…” he sighed, his head dropping back a little as you stroked him slowly.

“Mmm… Yeah?” you smirked, taking the tip between your lips and sucking lightly. His eyes rolled back and his mouth dropped open as he gripped the counter for support. You could tell he was restraining himself from bucking his hips up into you.

“Fuuuuckkk yeaaah,” he hissed. Slowly, teasingly, you began to descend on him. “God, I jack off nearly every day to them… Love seeing how needy you are for me.”

Your brain practically stopped working; the situation you found yourself in was too good to even begin to comprehend. Timothée Chalamet had just admitted to enjoying your depraved fantasies while his dick was in your mouth. Your pussy was dripping.

You hummed in response, hollowing your cheeks and bobbing your head torturously slow. He seemed to understand the game you were playing and was happy to give you more.

“Sometimes I go onto your profile and scroll through your selfies and imagine fucking you just like you want me to.” One of his hands weaved into your hair, but he didn’t apply any pressure just yet. You took all of him in your mouth now, his tip nudging the back of your throat. You came back up slowly, running your tongue along the bottom of his shaft.

“Fuck,” he hissed again. You started to bob your head faster now. After a few moments, his restraint wavered and he began to thrust into you. You blinked up at him, eyes full of nothing but pure adoration as he fucked your mouth. “Fuck, (Y/N), you’re so fucking good for me… Gonna be a good girl and swallow my cum?”

“Mmmhm,” you hummed and he gasped at the feeling of your throat vibrating. He released another string of curses before you felt his hot cum shooting down your throat. You absolutely savored the moment, taking in every drop you could. You never wanted to forget this feeling; this taste. 

You bobbed your head a couple more times before pulling off, causing his legs to tremble. He caught his breath, pulling his pants back up. He looked down at you, knelt on the floor before him, eyes glazed over, cheeks flushed and lips swollen. 

He held out a hand to help you up, which you took. You frowned, unhappy that your encounter was over.

But as if reading your mind, he took your face in his hands. “Don’t look so disappointed. I’m not finished with you yet, love.”

[timmymyluv]

limping

timothee chalamet x reader

warning(s): implied/mentions of sex, aftercare, smugness, privacy invasion

summary: after a crazy night, you're caught stumbling and walking funny out of timmy's apartment and everyone especially he is amused at your antics

word count: 700 words

notes: wanted to try something new, formatting/with smaller font and a shorter drabble!! hope y'all like it- helped me get out of my writing rut slightly

“Where are you going, babe?”

Stumbling on your shaky feet from your previous night, the funny, awkward way you were walking around your shared apartment with unruly hair that refused to be tamed, and makeup that’s smudged so bad it’s still visible on your skin.

“I’m meeting with a casting director who wants me to be in one of his films. I have to go really soon, I don’t want to be late. Sorry I have to go, wish I could stay longer.”

Timothee sits up shirtless from your bed, blanket tugged up to his waist as he smirks amusedly at your still wrecked state.

“You’re walking funny today.” He crosses his arms and proudly admires your still shaking form, earning a playful eye roll from you.

“I wonder who made me like this, hmm?” You retort, picking up your discarded shirt thrown carelessly to the floor last night and new underwear hidden in your drawers.

Jumping into your jeans and quickly buttoning it up before you rush by the mirror close to the door, brushing away the loose strands of hair all over your face.

“I gave you a bath and a long massage last night, mon amour. Was that not enough?” Timmy teases as he languidly admires you from the distance, curls flopping in every direction in a way that tinges a heartstring inside you.

But cute was not the word to define him yesterday, or up to the late morning that nearly caused you to run late.

"Apparently not. If you didn't fuck me so good and your cock wasn't so big, maybe."

"And you know you love it." He replies in a sing songy voice.

"One of the million things I love about you, yes. Not the only, don't forget that!"

"Never will, Mon amour. never will."

Bag slung over your shoulder as you hastily put on your sneakers, you attempt to smoothen out the wrinkles of your top before you say your goodbyes.

“Where’s my goodbye kiss?” He pouts at you almost childishly, arms open in anticipation for your embrace.

Chuckling as you’re unable to resist him, you saunter over with a quick embrace and peck gentle kisses down his forehead and nose before a quick, passionate kiss on his lips.

“I’ll see you tonight, okay?”

“Hmm, dinner plans?”

“Yes, sir. Your pick of the resto tonight to make it up to you.”

“Call me that again and we'll have a part two to yesterday.”

As you make your way out the building, limping and rushing over to the car provided by your management, you spot your driver’s car as you wave over, opening the door and buckling yourself up immediately.

Even before you can say anything- “Ew, is that a hickey on your neck? God he went at you like a vulture. That’s gonna be hell to remove with a shitton of concealer.” Your makeup artist Vera jokingly scolds you, eyes bulging at the spanse of purple and blue down your neck and spilling over to around your collarbone and torso.

Shaking your head in embarrassment and slight pride with rosy cheeks, you drive off with your day to your series of meetings and appointments for the rest of the day.

What you did not expect was the rare time you checked your social media, you were trending over viral photos of you hastily dressed after an evident night of a passionate, salacious rendezvous with hair out of place, clothing full of wrinkles and tucked in the wrong places, and the way you were walking in an unusual way gathering enough submission.

Shaking your head, your phone pings and you get a notification from Timmy. A smug and satisfied emoji, alongside his message of “had a good night ;)” You could see him winking and pleased with himself over his sexual prowess and how he basically rearranged your guts real good and the whole world can see it.

“Oh she got that good good last night”

“I just know he’s big - WHAT who said that”

"That dick changed lives clearly"

You spent your breaks laughing at the creative comments social media would spit out after your recent ‘scandal’ of sorts, but your ego was sky high knowing that everyone else can only dream of being impaled, split in half on his god-like, enormous cock that it got you walking funny.

Laugh all they want, but it’s you he comes home to. It's you he spoils and worships on his cock, raw and harsh or passionate, delicate love making.

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[tttchalamettt]

Pretty Boy

Summary: Reader makes Timmy use his words to ask for what he wants. Content Warnings: Smut (p in v), sub!Timmy/dom!reader, extremely short. Word count: 460

A tiny whine escaped his throat as I kissed around the sweet spot on his neck. I was being particularly wicked tonight, avoiding all the spots I knew he needed me most. 

“Please…” he whimpered.

“Please what?” I purred, flicking my tongue over the sensitive spot on his neck.

“Please,” he tried again. He didn’t like to beg. Thought it made him sound less masculine. I, however, loved hearing his little whimpers and pleas; the cute little noises he made when he needed me so much that he just couldn’t contain it anymore.

“Tell me what you want,” I coaxed, my hands roaming his chest. 

“Want youuu,” he whined, his hands running down the curves of my body and finally resting on my hips. 

“I’m right here, baby,” I replied innocently, gently biting the spot between his neck and his shoulder and then soothing it with my tongue. He squirmed beneath me, uncomfortably needy. 

“Please, (Y/N).”

“I can’t read your mind,” I said. One of my hands drifted up into his beautiful curls. I tugged a little; he always loved that. “I’ll be happy to give you whatever you want. You just have to tell me, baby.”

He let out another frustrated whimper. I could feel his hardness against me. He bit his bottom lip as if it were the only thing holding the words in. I brushed a rogue curl off his forehead, taking his face in my hands and looking deeply into his eyes.

“Tell me,” I whispered.

“I want you to ride me!” he finally burst. “Want you to ride me and call me your pretty boy and let me cum inside you. Please, (Y/N)!”

I smiled, pressing a light kiss to his lips. “That wasn’t so hard, now, was it?”

I pulled his cock out from his boxers and descended on him in an instant, more than happy to give him exactly what he wanted. His head dropped back onto the pillow and he let out a sigh of relief. I set a slow pace, leaning over him. He let out another little moan. 

His hands gripped my hips as I began to move faster. I could tell he was trying not to buck up into me and fuck me himself; he wanted me to do it. 

“Does that feel good, pretty boy?” I asked. 

“So fucking good,” he replied, another moan escaping his lips. “Fuck,” he groaned as I clenched around him. “Gonna cum, (Y/N).”

“Cum inside me,” I whispered in his ear. I felt him explode, the feeling of his hot cum pushing me over the edge.

“Thank you,” he whimpered, his eyes glazed over in post-orgasmic bliss.

I smirked, running my fingers through his hair again. “Any time, pretty boy.”

[multifandomworldsposts]

Day 22 of Kinkmas: Late Night Sex With Kyle Scheible

A/N: i’m seeing wonka on new year’s eve!!

pairing: kyle scheible x fem!reader

warning: making out, protected sex, hickeys, riding

Y/N’s POV

It’s Friday night and I’m studying for a test that’s on Monday. Kyle is laying on my bed but I already thinking that he wants me but I need to get my studying done so I can know the questions for Monday.

“Are you done now?” Kyle asks leaning over where my deck is at.

“Not really.” I look at him.

“You’ve been studying for an hour now, you should take a break.” He says.

It’s true, I need a break.

“Fine, I’ll take a break.” I get on the bed next to Kyle and he wraps his arms around me.

“You’ll do fine Y/N/N.” He says kissing my cheek.

“Thank you, it’s just a huge part of our final grade.” I face him.

“Once again, you’ll be fine.” He strokes my cheek.

I kiss him on the lips and he kisses me back. He gets on top of me, he knows that my parents aren’t home because of a work trip and he’s staying here for the weekend.

“Kyle are you sure you want to do this?” I stop him from kissing me.

“Your parents aren’t here and I just want you to relax.” He whispers in my ear.

I kiss him again he kisses me back, I wrap my arms around him, I feel him smiling in the kiss. I begin to touch him, I make my hand go to his clothed cock, which makes him moan.

We take our clothing off and Kyle grabs a condom and puts it on his dick, he goes in and out of me, I gasp by how good he is. He begins to give me hickeys, I give hickeys to him as well, he groans. I get on top of him and begins to ride him, he grips on my hips and follows my lead.

After a while, we’re laying on my bed, cuddling and tired. I guess he was right, I needed this break from studying for 70 hours of my life, I just get over-stressed about a lot of things but I do pass my exams and classes all together. I’m just glad Kyle helped me through this to be honest.

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[bonesandchalamet]

poolside- t.chalamet

masterlist

pairing: Timothee chalamet x fem!reader

warnings: hints of nsfw ideas + mentions of leaving hickeys and sexual thoughts + kind of a cliff hanger(?)

the summer heat is thick. with the air being stale, and the temperatures rising along the coasts of California, you’re bound to jump in that crystal blue pool any moment.

it’s a summer vacation, away from work and time with friends. it’s a vacation for the young 20-something year olds, where the alcohol flows and the tan lines form in the unbearable heat of California.

he’s watching from afar, on the top deck of the pool. he lays against his chair, allowing the warm rays to glisten his skin. it’s impossible for him to relax with the giggling of your friend group, but he doesn’t mind. he’s got his eyes on you, watching you stumble across the deck, sing the lyrics to your favorite songs, and mess with the material of your skimpy bikini bottoms.

after at least an hour of watching you out the corner of his eye, he toughens up, making his way down the stairs to the pool. all eyes are on him, they range from young girls to older women, he doesn’t mind the stares, your eyes are the only ones he wants on him.

you glance over from your phone when he walks by. the small pink swim trunks are a little baggy on his waist, but it’s a beautiful color against his skin. you can’t help but look a little longer, his curls bounce with each step as he sinks into the cool water of the pool.

you find yourself following his lead. getting into the pool yourself, the cool water hitting your skin makes you shiver, but you sink further in despite the shock and chill reactions your body is giving.

“cold?” he asks moving closer to you, his knee nudges yours. you just nod and swallow, you’re so intimidated by his beauty up close. those beautiful big eyes, thick bouncy curls, and a dashing smile.

“don’t need to be shy, love.” a smirk forms his lips as he moves a bit closer to your body, more than legs are just touching now, “I don’t bite.” his mouth hovers your ear, his hot minty breath sends a shiver down your spine making you, unconsciously, pull yourself closer to him.

“what does that mouth do then?” you ask, the thought wandered your mind, it gave you no time to filter through before saying it. heat rushing to your cheeks once the words flow into the air.

“lots of things.” the pair are like a ghost over your skin, you can feel them but it’s so faint. he’s waiting for a signal of approval from you, the green light to really show you.

“show me.” your whispered plea sounds like a moan. his lips ghost your neck once again, this time instead of pulling away they land softly against the coconut scented sunscreen skin, teeth sucking softly against you. your arms wrap around his neck to pull him closer to you, “do that again.” you whisper in his ear, your own lips faint against his skin now.

he does as you ask, soft sweet moan escapes your lip into his ear, it’s so silent, not even your own drunk friends could’ve heard it, but it was just loud enough for him, “been watching you,” he says in between breaths, lips moving closer to your breasts, “you’re beautiful.”

you chuckle, eyes closing, feeling his lips touch a sensitive parts of your skin, lips move closer to your nipple, where the cloth covers you, “not here.” you say, watching those big eyes flicker up at you, full of lust and begging for more, “later.”

his smile turns into a smirk once again, “there’s a later?”

“there’s always a late night dip.” your finger tips graze his sharp jawline before you finally pull away and climb out the pool. he’s left with nothing but a hard cock and excitement for midnight.

[hobisfavoritespritecan]

PASSENGER

Lee X Reader

Lee has traveled everywhere with you ever since meeting you in the store the night after your father left you. He's never given you a reason not to trust he'll stay, but your anxiousness gets in the way after he admits to you that he wants to be closer than ever before.

⚠️ Warnings: Blood and gore, mentions of cannibalism, talks about sex, reader and Lee almost have sex, anxiety⚠️

The truck bounced up and down as the tires made harsh contact with the gravelly road beneath it. The bumps and swerves were almost soothing as they rocked both you and the pink haired boy next to you, who had taken comfort in the passenger seat staring out the window. His lips were drawn into a tight line and his eyes were closed but flitting back and forth as he dreamt of nightmares, presumably. It was hard to live the life the two of you shared and not feel a little scarred on the inside. Being on the road without any sense of direction was so freeing compared to the life you were living before. After discovering the news of your mother in the psych ward and your father leaving you to fend for yourself, the path towards self-love and acceptance has not been an easy one. Picking up people along the way and carrying their stories with you seemed to be the only attempt at salvation when it came to your humanity. That's what people with morals did. Did you have morals anymore? It was hard to tell.

"It's getting dark. Are we almost to the lake?" The boy piped in, interrupting your thoughts as your hands gripped the steering wheel a bit tighter as you prepared to turn right towards your special campsite. It was just a small spot by the trees and the lake that you two often shared a cigarette and a story or two. Sleeping under the stars has become normality.

"We're here." You said, turning over to glance at his expression of contentment yet sorrow. If there was anyone in the world who could manage to make both expressions visible at once, it was Lee.

The sky has darkened tremendously from when you first embarked on your little journey out towards the fields. The stars hung overhead in dim glowing orbs that contrasted against the rest of the universe above. The crescent moon illuminated the trees and the path to the usual parking spot under the bridge. It was beautiful at this time of night to say the least, and you felt your shoulders lose their tension as a serene wave washed over you.

The car's engine turned off and there was a silence between the two of you. Nothing uncomfortable, but a very distinct kind of silence where both parties are listening to the whims of nature. A cicada here and there and the rushing of water. It was all too perfect but unsettling at the same time. However, the only unsettling things were you and Lee; he only terrors that travelled in the dark were you and him. The kinds of beasts in fairy tales and children's nightmares. You consumed others and not just for their emotional intelligence. You consumed the very essence of their being. A trace of blood under the bottom of the boy's lips and scraped knees were prevalent as you took in the sights around you and remembered you were never normal to begin with. The smell of the last person you killed hung heavy in the backseat of the car and it was a stench that would not be rid of unless there was a strip cleaning of the entire vehicle. The man who kissed Lee in the same way you did at the carnival who was expecting a night of frivolity and excitement presumably due to having to hide his sexuality... was now nothing more than a couple of bloodied shirts and old pictures. Lee had monstrously slit his throat while you watched from outside in the night air similar to this one. The gleaming thick substance dripping from the man's neck and now took home in the mouth of your lover. And yet, for being this type of monster, Lee looked so lovely under the soft glow of the moon cascading down through the pick-up truck's slightly dirty windows.

All of a sudden, you broke the silence that had dawned on you two as fast as it now ended.

"What are you thinking of?" You asked, alluding to the familiar brightness behind his eyes.

"You. Me. Us." He said with clarity but uncertainty. There was more to this topic than he was letting on.

"Is something wrong between us?" You asked, wondering what it could've been that would make him think of your relationship. Was it a tension that he felt? Was it him explaining to you that the man from last night was not just due to a sense of sexuality, but had now awoken something in him that wasn't there before, and he could no longer continue being with you? Or had that sense of sexuality always been there, and you were just a way at him preventing the realization of who he knew he was? And now, in contrast to your last stream of thoughts, you decided maybe your humanity wasn't entirely diminished and that you might be more of a teenage girl than you thought.

"No, not at all," he said, reaching for a strand of your hair and pushing it behind your ear with a loving and slight obsessive look in his eyes. his hair was strewn about his face, and he allowed the loose curls to fall just above his eyebrows in pink spirals similar to fanciful ribbons. It was inviting and alluring, and you didn't want to look away from him. "I want to make love to you."

The confession hit you like a train, hard and fast as you finally realized what had been troubling your boyfriend. It wasn't unlike him to want something of the sort, considering he was a teenage boy, but it still left you slightly startled. After everything the two of you had been through, this didn't seem like something that wouldn't have ever happened. Your love with Lee was fast and exciting and wonderful but also horribly founded on the fact that you shared the desire to eat human flesh. Sometimes, you had a hard time distinguishing between what portion of your relationship was bloodlust and what was true emotional and physical connection. But then again, you felt no such connection with Sully, who had tried to coerce you into banding with him on his journey of collecting the locks of corpses.

Sounding less assured than you usually liked to, you let out an anxious mumble: "You- you want to make love? To me?"

He smiled and leaned in closer until you could feel his hot breath against your skin, alluring and charming once more.

"I want to be one together. In the ways that we can be with other people when we devour their flesh. There's something poetic about it, no? We wouldn't necessarily eat each other as we did with the guy from the carnival, but this is the closest lovers can truly get in the physical sense. And oh, (Y/N), have you consumed me in the emotional sense."

This conversation definitely took a turn you weren't expecting. Before any objections could escape you, his lips were flush against yours, pulling you into him or as close as the stick shift would allow. The dashboard was littered with papers that fell down to the floor and under the glove compartment, resting at Lee's soles. His arms, although gentle in composure, were firmly placed on the sides of you with one holding the back of your head and the other placed on your hip. He started to move his fingers up and down alongside your thigh in a polite but provocative manner. He wasn't forcing you into anything you were uncertain of, but he still wanted to show how terribly he needed you.

Breaking away to gasp for air, you look at his proud expression as he treated every moment spent with you as though it would be the last. His eyes said everything he didn't say in that moment. He worshipped you. And it wasn't in the honeymoon phase type of way, it was in an 'I see you as though you were crafted by the gods' way. His lips were slightly swollen from the kiss he'd just given you, and his sharp, shallow breaths showed you he was just as tense as you were. His pants were still covered in the mud from the cornfield where you ditched Carnival Man's body, and his shirt was torn and fraying towards the bottom. You had to have been in rough shape as well but you hadn't looked in a mirror anytime soon to confirm or deny whether that was a true statement.

Your collective breaths being the only sounds within the car and outside it made this moment so much more intimate. His face loomed inches away from your pursuing lips, as you had wanted more of his taste; your hands beckoned ever so slightly in a race to see which one would reach the beautiful boy's skin first, Lee's collarbone was the finish line. You had thought about making love to Lee before, of course. With only your thoughts to keep you company as of recent, it wasn't entirely a new concept for you to wake up after a long drive with Lee at the steering wheel; the heat between your legs unbeknownst to him. You had wondered at one point if he had ever thought of something similar, but you would never have had the courage to bring about a situation like this and bring your fantasies to fruition. But, Lee had been the one to make the first move and you were thankful.

Noticing your hesitance but desire, Lee took that as a sign to lean in closer until you were nose to nose.

"Would you make love to me?" He asked, waiting until he had your consent before he continued. The last thing he would ever want to do would be to make you uncomfortable, and for a moment he thought he had. Until you reached for the hem of his shirt which grazed his collarbone, he leant in fully and continued to kiss you with a more feverish passion.

Hot breaths and hands everywhere, everything was so awkward but fun. There would be a pause in between your kisses to allow for breathing room before Lee dove back in and offered you more of the sweet gesture. All the while, you realized the burning sensation in the core of both your chest and lower abdomen was increasing with every touch of your lips. It was as if there was something inside of you asking- no -begging to touch Lee further. A fiery feeling that you'd never fully experienced before pushed itself to the very undersides of your skin, clawing at being held within your body and not being let loose as this beast wanted. It was the same desire you felt when you watched the life drained from someone you would eventually feed on and your mouth would be already drooling with the promise of what was to come. It was a same immenseness as your cannibalistic tendencies, but at the same time what you had with Lee was entirely different. You wanted to consume his soul and his persona, not his physical components. And with this realization also came the understanding that cannibalism is a beautiful allegory to love.

Lee pulled away for a moment to give you a loving but questioning glance. His face was barely illuminated now considering the clouds that had taken control of the night sky. But still, you knew he looked so handsome as he took your hands and gently guided them to the hem of his jeans. It was again, nowhere near forceful, but entirely romantic and sweet as he was taking into account how this was just as awkward for you.

"Would you want to continue?" He asked, lightly holding onto your hands as they toyed with the fabric of his jeans.

"I want you, Lee." You finally gave him a more definitive answer than your previous attempts at vocalizing exactly what it was you wanted in this moment. It was his turn to blush, even though you wouldn't see due to the darkness of the surrounding area, but you had an inkling that his face was redder than before. Unbuttoning the top of his jeans and unzipping the fly, this became more of a reality to you. What is Lee would be done with you after this? What if he joined this whole escapade of finding your true family and what happened to you just so that he could receive sexual favors in return? You never thought of Lee in that way, but maybe because of the way he treated Carnival Man he hoped you would be next?

Halting his movements, he noticed you seemed distressed. "Is everything okay, my love?" He questioned. Lee didn't know what had happened to change the mood all of a sudden, but he assumed it had to be his fault as he was the one who had brought up the idea in the first place.

"I'm so so sorry if I pressured you into doing anything you didn't want to-"

"No, you didn't Lee." You said, trying to understand the way you were feeling. That burning feeling had left your body and was now instead an anxious and gut-wrenching pressure. Why did you have to overthink everything? You really wanted this with Lee so why would you let your thoughts get the best of you?

"Are we taking things too fast?" He asked, after a short moment of silence. He zipped up his jeans and leant beside you, hesitating at first, but then opting to put his hand on your shoulder just in case he had done something to make you uncomfortable. If you were shying away from his touch, he wouldn't want to make you feel that way again.

But to his relief, you didn't shy away. Instead, you rest your head on his shoulder and allowed for him to put his arm around you. Feeling comfortable, you wait for the anxiety to dispel a bit before vocalizing the troubling thoughts on your mind; Lee waiting patiently.

"Lee, I really want this with you. But I want to make sure that you want me."

Lee was very confused at this point. He was your boyfriend and had asked to make love to you because he wanted you, of course. He instantly felt a pang of guilt for making you feel as though you weren't wanted by him. In reality, he would follow you anywhere. His nightmare from earlier was about losing you. And not to another man or any of that type of thing, but just not being able to be in your presence again. The universe worked in strange ways and everything was uncertain, even the present.

"I want you very much," Lee said, moving in closer to you to give you a proper hug, "very much. And I apologize if I've made you feel any differently."

You sighed a breath of relief. Of course he automatically thought there was something wrong on his end.

"No, Lee. You've made me feel very wanted. I just want to make sure that it lasts. Everyone I've held dear to me has left in different ways, and I don't want to have to loose you too." You calmed him as you explained what was wrong. He tightened his grip on you, not in a way that was possessive, but in a more firm and loving way.

"(Y/N). Anyone would be a fool to leave you."

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(A/N): I've been listening to a lot of Deftones lately and their music has been my go to for daydreaming about Bones and All. Anyhow, it's been forever since I've posted and I'll explain in another post for anyone who's interested! I hope this is alright as I try to ease myself back into writing as frequently as before. Love you guys! 💛🦐

[bloomflwrss]

a/n: something new i came up with 🤷 LONGGGG!!!

Lake Breeding

TW: smut, 18+, NO MINORS, breeding, fucking, oral sex, "normal" sex

I'm slouched in the backseat of my parents' car, staring out the window with a scowl etched on my face. We're on our way to Timothée Chalamet's house, of all places. My parents are apparently friends with his family, and they think it's just delightful to spend time together. But me? I can't stand Timothée. He's pretentious, and his constant fawning fans make me want to scream. I'd much rather be at home, curled up with a good book or binge-watching something on Netflix. Instead, here I am, trapped in this car, counting down the minutes until I can escape this forced social gathering. I bury myself in my phone, trying to drown out the annoyance brewing inside me.

"Y/n, did you bring your Louis Vuitton bag?" my mom chirps from the front seat, her voice dripping with a mix of excitement and pride. I roll my eyes in response, a surge of frustration coursing through me. Of course, I brought the darn bag. It's practically a requirement for these gatherings, a symbol of our family's wealth that they love to flaunt. But honestly, I can't stand it. I hate how my family always seems to compete with Timothée's family, trying to outdo each other in displays of affluence. It's like a never-ending game of one-upmanship, and I'm so over it. With a reluctant nod, I confirm that yes, I brought the stupid bag, silently wishing we could just be normal for once.

As we turn onto Cherry Road, the infamous street of the rich and elite, I feel a sense of unease wash over me. It's like entering a different world, one where opulence and extravagance reign supreme. The chauffeur opens my door, and I step out, the sound of my heels clicking against the pavement echoing in the air.

And then I see him – Timothée, standing there in all his arrogant glory. It's been a while since I last laid eyes on him, and I can't help but notice how the hot summer sun seems to make everything even more intense, including the way my heart races at the sight of him.

I take a moment to size him up, my eyes running up and down his figure before I realize he's been staring back at me with a flirtatious twinkle in his eye. Heat rushes to my cheeks as I quickly avert my gaze, suddenly feeling self-conscious under his scrutiny.

As our hands meet in a polite shake, I feel a jolt of electricity shoot through my body. His touch is warm and gentle, and as he clasps my hand, his thumb subtly brushes against mine. It's a simple gesture, yet it sends a rush of sensation coursing through me.

I've always had a strange fascination with his thumb – the way it moves, the way it feels against my skin. Call it odd, but I've always found it strangely attractive. And in this moment, as his thumb grazes mine, I can't help but feel a flutter of excitement deep within me. It's as if a dormant spark has been ignited, awakening something inside me that I never knew existed.

As we walk inside, I lag behind a bit, and I notice Timothée waiting for me with a playful grin. "Still hate me?" he quips, his eyes sparkling with mischief. I shoot him a smirk in response, unable to resist the banter.

He chuckles and takes a step closer, his hand lightly brushing against my thigh. It's a subtle touch, but it sends a shockwave of sensation through me, causing a sudden ache to flare between my thighs. My breath catches in my throat as I try to compose myself, the unexpected intensity of the moment leaving me

As we sit down for food, I find myself seated across from Timothée. Despite my best efforts to maintain a sense of distance, our feet seem to have a mind of their own, constantly finding ways to brush against each other under the table. It's a subtle, almost unconscious movement, but each touch sends a surge of heat through me.

As we eat, the ache between my thighs becomes increasingly difficult to ignore. I shift uncomfortably in my seat, trying to discreetly squeeze my sticky thighs together in the hopes of alleviating the sensation. There’s no way I could be getting aroused because of Timothée, I tell myself firmly, but the persistent ache refuses to subside, leaving me feeling flustered and frustrated.

As Timothée's mother suggests heading out to their backyard lake for a swim, I exchange a hesitant glance with Timothée. Despite my reservations, I carefully stand up, trying to ignore the flutter of nerves in my stomach.

Once outside, I find myself scanning the area, wondering where Timothée has disappeared to. When he finally joins us, I can't help but ask where he's been. As he nonchalantly removes his t-shirt, revealing his sculpted physique, and unzips his pants, my jaw practically hits the floor.

Before I can even process what's happening, he drops a bombshell. He claims to have seen my fluid on the chair and boldly declares that he licked it all off. Shock courses through me, my cheeks flushing crimson as I stare at him in disbelief.

But instead of apologizing or showing any sign of remorse, he smirks and confidently asserts, "I know how horny you are for me, Y/n." His words hang in the air, leaving me speechless and utterly mortified.

As Timothée pulls me behind a towering tree, I can't help but feel a rush of adrenaline coursing through me. It's exhilarating, knowing that our parents are oblivious to our whereabouts, giving us the perfect opportunity for privacy.

But before I can even process what's happening, he pushes me down to my knees, the rough ground scraping against my skin. My eyes widen in surprise as I gaze up at him, only to be met with the sight of his massive hardness standing proudly before me.

I swallow hard, feeling a mixture of anticipation and nervousness wash over me. The air crackles with tension as I realize what he's about to do, and a flurry of conflicting emotions swirl within me. But despite my uncertainty, there's a part of me that can't deny the undeniable attraction I feel towards him, a primal desire that threatens to consume me.

"What are you doing?!" I gasp, my voice trembling with a mix of confusion and disbelief as Timothée begins to remove his underwear. But before I can protest any further, he cuts me off with a command that sends shivers down my spine.

"Suck that cock like a slut," he says, his voice dripping with authority and desire. I gulp audibly, still frozen in shock as his cock springs free from his underwear, a glistening pearl of pre-cum dangling from the tip, teasingly dropping onto the grass below.

My mind races as I struggle to comprehend the situation unfolding before me, but despite my reservations, there's a part of me that can't deny the overwhelming urge to comply with his demand.

With a mixture of trepidation and curiosity, I slowly part my lips, allowing Timothée to guide his throbbing cock into my mouth. The sensation is overwhelming as he begins to mouthfuck me, each movement deliberate and calculated, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body.

At first, his pace is slow and steady, allowing me to adjust to the sensation of having him filling my mouth. But as the intensity builds, he picks up speed, thrusting deeper and harder with each movement. I can feel him pushing the limits, going as fast and as deep as he possibly can, until I can feel the head of his cock brushing against the back of my throat.

I gag involuntarily at the sudden intrusion, my eyes watering as I struggle to accommodate his size. But as the initial shock wears off, I find myself instinctively sucking and licking, eager to please him and fulfill his desires. Despite the discomfort, there's a raw, primal energy between us that drives me to continue, lost in the intoxicating sensation of him filling me completely.

As Timothée begins thrusting into me, the intensity of his movements sends shockwaves of pleasure and pain coursing through my body. Tears escape from the corners of my eyes, a mixture of arousal and discomfort overwhelming my senses.

With each powerful thrust, he drives deeper into my throat, pushing me to my limits. I can feel his growls of pleasure reverberating through my body, heightening the sensation of being utterly consumed by him.

And then, without warning, he releases with a primal grunt, filling my throat with his hot, sticky cum. I gag slightly as his warmth floods my mouth, but I swallow instinctively, eagerly taking him all in as he empties himself completely.

As he pulls back, spent and satisfied, I can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction wash over me, knowing that I've fulfilled his desires completely. Despite the tears and the discomfort, there's a primal satisfaction in knowing that I've pleased him beyond measure.

Timothée leads me to a secluded spot in the lake, away from prying eyes. With a confident smirk, he pushes my bikini underwear to the side, exposing my throbbing clit. His touch is electric as he begins to rub my sensitive nub with his thumb, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through me.

With a devilish grin, he plunges his middle finger into my dripping pussy, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from my lips. I ride his finger eagerly, my body arching against his touch as I feel myself teetering on the edge of ecstasy.

"Fuck, you're so wet for me," he growls, his voice rough with desire. "Ride my finger, baby. Show me how much you want it.“

His dirty talk sends me over the edge, my body trembling with the force of my orgasm as I come completely undone in his arms. Waves of pleasure wash over me, leaving me breathless and utterly spent in the wake of our passion.

As Timothée plunges his cock into me, a sharp gasp escapes my lips, mixing with the sounds of the splashing water around us. The sensation is overwhelming as he begins to thrust into me, each movement sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through my body.

The water churns around us as our bodies move in sync, the intensity of our passion matching the rhythm of our thrusts. With each movement, we exchange dirty talk, fueling the fire burning between us.

“You like that, baby?” he groans, his voice husky with desire. “You’re mine, all mine.”

I respond in kind, my own words dripping with longing and desire as I throw my head back in ecstasy.

“I want you to breed me,” I moan, unable to hold back my own primal urges.

He grins wickedly, his thrusts becoming more urgent as he senses my impending release.

“I’m gonna fill your pretty cunt with my load any second now,” he growls, his words sending shivers of anticipation down my spine.

As he reaches the brink of his own climax, I feel my pussy start to clamp around him, signaling my own impending release. With one final thrust, he pinches my clit, sending me over the edge in a wave of ecstasy.

I scream in pleasure as I come not once, but twice, my body shaking with the force of my orgasm. And as Timothée finally releases his hot load deep inside me, I can’t help but feel utterly spent and completely satisfied in the wake of our passion.

[strawberriescherrieskiwi]

Petty

Anon Request.

Request: timothee is pictured out with other girls. he comes home to y/n in lingerie. she seduces him but won’t let him touch. he whines and cries alot and begs on his knees but she won’t budge. he finds a loophole and starts masterbating while looking at her. she laughs and runs to the bedroom while he’s on the couch and he is playfully frustrated that she walked away. they have this back and forth cute banter. he teases that he can keep going cuz he can just picture what she looks like. she opens the door slightly and throws her lingerie at him and quickly shuts the door so he can’t get a peek. he runs to the bedroom and finds her all wrapped up hiding in blankets and she’s laughing. He unravels the blankets finally and they make love.

Wordcount: 2.7K+

Description: You weren’t a jealous girlfriend. You trusted your boyfriend, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t be petty and tease him for abandoning you all day. You were petty, but you liked having fun with him.

A/N: Thank you so much for the request. I’ve been eyeballing this all month and it just hit me today. I hope you enjoy.

Warning: SMUT, masturbation, teasing, WhinyTimmy, DacryphiliaReader, cute banter, teasing.

Your phone has been blowing up all day from friends, family, and social media, but you ignored them after an hour of seeing what the hell was going on. You were close to either turning the phone off or tossing it out of the apartment.

For now, you were focusing on doing your make-up and hair just right. Your hair needed to scream I spent all day trying to look like I just rolled out of bed. It was a fine line and one wrong brush and it looked like you actually rolled out of bed.

You pouted just thinking about it. You were even more upset with having to do your make-up. You hated make-up and dolling yourself up. You liked the way you looked, sometimes you wanted that extra glow, but most time it was a no for you, even when you were doing a public appearance with your boyfriend.

It was luck that none of the make-up was expired, something you didn’t even know was a thing until the beauty Youtuber mentioned it. The things you did to be petty, but you wanted to be petty. You weren’t a jealous person, but definitely a petty one.

Timmy was gone when you woke up this morning your McDonald’s order was on the table and a note that said he would be back late was all you heard from him all day. You figured he would be busy and went about your day, only hours later to get an influx of messages about Timmy out and about with women.

You show the photos, the women were all tall, with legs for days women. Beautiful and if you weren’t in a relationship you would be too intimated to try to flirt with. The photos were innocent, just Timmy hanging out with friends. People only cared because they were beautiful women.

R.I.P Timmy & Y/N has been trending for hours over the whole thing. You thought it was funny. You trusted Timmy, but you were upset that he didn’t tell you he was going out with friends all day. Or even text you throughout the day like he normally does.

So you were going to get even and be petty. When he comes home, you were in no mood for excuses you were going to seduce him and leave him hanging. You grinned just thinking about it. 

Quickly finishing your hair and make-up you slip into a new lingerie set grinning as you looked at yourself in the mirror, giving yourself a pat on the back.  When you heard keys in the door you ran into the kitchen and jumped onto the counter and tried to be as casual as possible, or as casual as you could be dressed like a Gothic wet dream.

“Lovie, You will never believe the day I had?” He said walking into the house, dropping his key until the bowl by the front door. “It was crazy,” he continued, taking off his shoes.

“Lovie?” He frowned when he didn’t hear your footsteps or the television where you normally be when he comes home. Walking into the living room his frown deepened when he didn’t see you.

“Y/N? Are you here?” He shouted, walking into the bedroom, the bathroom, and the closet before venturing back into the living room, but on the way he saw your back in the kitchen. Changing directions he heeded for you.

“Lovie, didn’t you hear me calling for you? What are you doing on the counter it’s not safe. Remember you fell off last we-” He choked when he rounded the counter and saw you fully.

You smiled looking up at him, leaning back on the counter a bit so he could see the full outfit. “Oh, you were calling for me? I didn’t hear you,” you said as innocently as possible.

Timmy swallowed and blinked a few times, unsure what to say or where to look. “I-is th-” his voice stuttered and cracked. Timmy cleared his throat, dragging his eyes up to meet yours. “Is that new?”

You smiled wider, nodding and pulling him between your legs. “Yeah, I got it last week, do you like it?” You asked, wrapping your arms behind his hand, playing with the end of his hair.

“Lovie,” he started, his voice already deep with want and lust. “I love this. Fuck, I was not expecting this when I came home,” he said, running his hands along your sides before touching your legs. His eyes watched his hands, squeezing the meat of your thighs groaning softly.

You laughed causing Timmy to look up at you, his hands coming to rest on your hips. “Did you think you would come home to an upset girlfriend? One you ignored all day so you can hang out with models?” You asked, making your eyes wider and turning your head to the side.

“Umm…”

“Ummm what, Timmy?”

“Are you upset? Because if you are. I was not ignoring you on purpose, in fact, I sent you a few texts from a friend's phone and DMs because I umm. Hold on.” He removed his hands from your hips and fumbled in his pockets. “Fuck hold on,” he repeated, patting down his pants before grinning, pulling out his phone. “It broke,” he pouted, showing you the cracked screen.

You pressed down hard on your lips trying to not laugh. Of course, he broke his phone, he broke his phone almost weekly. He had to be the clumsiest man alive sometimes. You looked from the phone to his half-embarrassed, half-sheepish, and all-around pouting face.

“How did you break it this time, baby?” You asked, pulling him close again, wrapping your legs around his waist. His cock, already hard, pressed against the crotch of your lingerie and he groaned.

“This morning. I was barely out of the building and the shit just jumped out of my hand and broke. I had to get into the car waiting and it didn’t come on and I had no way of getting in contact for a bit,” he said, pouting.

“You poor thing,” you said, mocking his pout, tugging on his curls. He gasped, his hips starting to thrust lightly against yours.

“Yeah, poor man. And the girls, I was just being nice with friends. They are dating and we were with other people, but of course, the photographers don’t get that. Don’t be upset, Lovie,” he finished pressing kisses to your neck.

“I was never upset, Timmy,” you said, allowing him to kiss you for a few moments before shoving him away. You jumped down from the counter much to his confusion.

“You are not upset?”

“Would I be wearing this if I was?”

“No which scares me more.”

Your eyes light up and you smirked mischievously at him. Timmy groaned tossing his head back. “No don’t tease me, baby,” he whined.

“Tease you? Where is the fun in that? I think I want to torture you?” You said, kissing his cheek and walking into the living room.

Timmy followed close behind, dragging his feet unhappily. “But why? I didn’t do anything, you know I would never ignore you all day on purpose or cheat on you.”

Sitting down on the sofa, with your knees hanging off of one of the arms you continued to smile at him. “Oh I know that.”

He groaned, wiggling in frustration. “Then why are you doing this?”

“Because I’m Petty?”

“Lovie.”

“And because I told you to get a phone case. One Timothee Chalamet proof.”

“I will get the laptop and order one right now if you let me touch you.”

You tapped your chin. “Order one.”

Timmy quickly ran toward the bedroom, tripping over his feet a few times before grabbing the device and coming back to the living room. When he came back you were now laying on the sofa, raising your legs in the air, bending your knees innocently.

He whined sitting on the ground in front of you, biting his lip as he impatiently waited for the laptop to boot up. You laughed, running your fingers along your thighs.

 “You know I got this in a few colors besides Black as well. I was unsure which one you would like best.” You spoke casually as if talking about the weather, never looking at him once.

“Any color would get me hard.”

You snort, turning to look at him, finding his eyes already on you. “You are so easy.”

“It’s because of you. Just thinking about you gets me hard. I love your thighs, how they fit in my hands, the marks they get when I slap them. Your hips are just made to be grabbed and bruised.  Your pretty little pussy that tastes so fucking good, always so tight and responsive to me.”

“Ah the poetry you wax,” you teased.

He ignored your comment and kept talking. “And your breast, fuck. The way they spill out of every bra, the way they are just big and perfect in my hands. Your nipples; so cute always so red when I’m done with them. Your smile, the way your left side is higher than your right when you are about to cum, fuck.” His hands shook and his leg bounced knocking the laptop off his lap, crashing into the floor.

You snorted, shaking your head. “I guess that deal is dead.”

His gaze snapped to yours a whimper leaving his lips. “Lovie come on, don’t leave me hanging. I’m so hard it hurts, baby come on, I need to touch you.” He begged.

Your eyes lingered on his clothed cock. “Looks like it hurts.” You commented

“So much, wanna see?” He asked, getting to his feet and pulling his pants off before you could answer. He pulled his cock out, stroking himself a few times. “Look, he needs you.”

You slowly moved off the sofa, standing up and stretching. “That does look so painful and does make me so wet to see you like this, but I’m going to have to pass.”

Timmy gasped, tears of pent-up sexual frustration clouding his eyes. “Lovie, please. What do you want? I’ll do anything, baby, name it and it’s yours.”

“There is nothing,” you said shrugging and dropping back onto the sofa.

Timmy got on his knees, getting in front of you. “I’ll stop being careless, fuck, I’ll get 6 phones and 6 cases or whatever else you want, just let me have you. Like to eat that wet pussy, let me make you feel good.”

“No thanks.”

“Well you touch me then, I swear one touch and I’ll fucking cum.”

“As tempting as that is, nah.”

“Baby don’t be like this.”

“Sucks, Timmy,” you said, leaning forward and kissing his forehead. He whined and started to stroke himself while watching you.

“Oh no. You don’t get to look at me and do that,” you said, quickly jumping up. He tried to grab you but you ran on the other side of the sofa. He reached for you again but you slipped around the sofa.

You both started at each other, amusement and lust heavy in the air. “Maybe if you catch me you can have me,” you posed.

“You mean it?” He asked huskily.

“Catch me and you can do whatever you want to me.” 

“Deal.” And he jumped over the sofa, grabbing your wrist. You quickly tugged free before he could pull you closer, giggling as you ran for the kitchen, placing the island between the two of you.

“Lovie, that’s not fair,” he whined from across the island.

“You were so close, baby. Why don’t you use those long legs. I would love to see you jump this,” you teased.

“Why do you enjoy teasing me,” he groaned, running left causing you to go the other way. His fingers missing you by a few seconds.

“Do you love a good chase, Timmy?” You said, fixing your breasts as they started to spill from the bra.

His eyes darken and he wet his lips. “I fucking love when.” And then he was running at you. You giggled running from the room, heading for the bedroom.

“Fuck don’t,” he said as he watched you slip in and slam the door in his face.

You heard him smack the door from the other side and his forehead pressing into the wood.  “Looks like you lose,” you said.

“Do you win me as your prize?” He asked hopefully.

“In your dreams.”

“And my reality. Fuck I can just see you in my head. Fuck you did your hair and make-up to tease me. I shouldn’t be dripping cum because of it but I am.” He groaned before his breath caught.

“Are you touching yourself?”

“Yes, my hand is nowhere as good as yours, or your mouth or pussy, or fuck anything that has to do with you.”

“My thighs?” You questioned.

“Fuck, yeah. I love fucking your sexy thighs.”

You began taking off your lingerie slowly as you listened to him. “What would you do if I opened the door?”

“Honestly? Probably cum that how far gone I am for you in that.”

“I hate to disappoint, baby, but I took that off.”

“Let me see. Come on. Haven’t I suffered enough? Let me see.”

“Move back from the door.”

“Shit? Yeah okay.” You heard shuffling and a bang and a curse. “Okay, I moved.”

“Did you hit your knee on the wall?”

“...Maybe”

“My clumsy baby,” you cooed, opened the door, and quickly tossed the outfit at him. “Enjoy.” You slammed the door back and jump on your bed and get under the blankets.

Timmy groaned barely catching the outfit as he stalked back to the door, tossing it up and running into the bedroom. The outfit drops to the floor the moment he climbs into the bed.

“Now what are you doing?” He chuckled, trying to grab your form, which started wiggling the moment he got on the back.

You laughed. “You have to get to me now, Chalamet.”

“You are insane. And so wiggly stop it,” he said, pulling the blankets off of you and tossing them to the ground. He grabbed your wrist pinning them above your head and his lips pinning yours to the bed.  

You panted as you stared up at him. “You caught me,” you said.

“I did. My little petty Lovie. I’m a bit upset you know.”

“Oh yeah?” You asked trying to tug your hands free but he just tightened his grip, and ground his hips down.”

“Yeah, I want to take that off of you.”

“There is always next time.”

He scoffed. “Next time, I’m jumping the island.”

You laughed making Timmy laugh as he let go of your wrist. “If you try to I will surrender instantly.”Grabbing his cock, you rub it along your lips, groaning when it brushed your clit. 

“Fuck, please surrender next time,” he said, leaning down to kiss you.

You turned your head at the last minute, “Where is the fun in that,” you said before sinking down on his cock.

You both moan as he slipped into you. One of his hands slapped your thigh as the other started to play with your clit. “I’m not going to last long,” he warned.

“Fuck, neither am I. God, you were so sexy all whiny and crying for my pussy.”

“Yeah, my tears turned you on?” He asked picking on speed, rutting into you wildly.

“Yes, love seeing you got so teary-eyed for me.”

“I’ll do it whenever you want.”

“Promise,” you moaned, moving your hips to meet his thrust.

Timmy leaned down taking your nipple into his mouth sucking harshly as his tongue circled the tip.

You grabbed his curls, keeping him in place as you rode his cock, your orgasm ripping through your body. “Shit shit, fuck don’t stop, Feels so good,” You moaned.

Timmy quickly switched nipples, slamming his hips harder and pinching your clit. Your walls tightened and it was difficult to move as you squeezed his cock. He moaned against your breast cumming hard. 

His body shook and his hips stilled. He released your nipple to find your lips. You kissed lazily, spit running between your lips. Timmy wrapped an arm around your back, pulling you up, while he moved back until he was sitting and you were in his lap chest to chest.

Your lips broke as you took deep breaths, Timmy panted into your cheek as you pressed hot kisses to the corner of his mouth. “God I fucking need that after all your teasing,” he chuckled.

“Round two?” You asked pressing back down on the bed on his back.

“Fuck. Yes, ride me.”

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Timothée x reader imagine

Warnings: smut, college smut, self-insert, public sex, friends with benefits, slight weight mention (it’s not specific but it’s mentioned), this one may be more plot that smut, stranger x you x Timothée

word count: 1.8k

This is arguably the best thing i’ve ever written.

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You got to class late. That wasn’t usually you, but everyone has bad mornings and today was yours. You entered your class from the back of the classroom and saw all of the seats at the front full. You had no choice but to take one near the back, a few seats over from the last person you wanted to sit next too.

“Hello.” You say curtly. He replies back but with a smile and you find that odd. You and Timothée had an agreement. You wouldn’t interact outside of your late-night booty calls. It had worked to keep things less messy like you both wanted.

You try to ignore the interaction and focus on the lesson, but you can’t see the front or the professor at all, there were too many heads in the way. You raise your hand to let him know and ask for a seat at the front but before you can get his attention, Timothee pulls your hand down.

“Just sit on my lap. You’ll be able to see better, I don’t mind.” He says, he’s already looking away like he’s so sure you will.

“Absolutely not! What? That’s so inappropriate, I’ll just…” Your voice trailed off.

You’ll just what? You were busy for the rest of the week so you couldn’t take notes later and the professor didn’t look like he would stop talking anytime soon. Would it really be that bad? It’s innocent right? It’s not like he would start fucking you in class.

“You’ll just what?” Timothée teases? A knowing smile ghosting over his face already.

“Shut up. It’s just so I can see, you know the rules.”

You move and now you are perched lightly on Timothée's lap. No one in the class even turned to look at you. You were sitting near his knees, trying to keep all your weight off of him and keep listening to your professor who was now fiddling with his computer while still talking.

You didn’t see how Timothée could take notes like this, but he didn’t seem to mind and neither did you.

Before you could start writing you felt Timothée move his hand around your waist. He pulled you further into his lap, so your back was flush with his front. You turned your head to meet his eyes. Timothée was a tall man but in this position, you were looking down to see him. You liked it.

“What are you doing?” You ask.

“Making you and myself comfortable, now continue writing.” He replies, he faces the professor though you can see his mischievousness peeking through.

You could never understand him, but you turned back to continue your work. You feel relaxed. Usually in class you were speed writing, and your brain was going a million miles a minute but today you felt relaxed while still writing. You didn’t understand why. Surely it couldn’t be Timothée? His presence couldn’t be the thing making you feel different. You took a moment to think and that’s when you noticed his arm never left your waist. He was making circles on the side of your body, softly stroking. You turned to face him, and he looked so calm you didn’t even think he noticed what he was doing.

His eyes turned to look at you and you cut your gaze away quickly. You weren’t going to let him distract you outside of your arrangement.

“Shhh, just relax and enjoy it. mkay?” Timothée suddenly whispered. What?

You didn’t understand what he was talking about. It wasn’t until you felt his other hand at your knee make its way up, his other hand still holding your waist.

His hand met the bottom of your skirt, and he kept going, slipping under the skirt. Your body felt hot. You shifted so you were now crossing your legs. His hand was trapped between your thighs, cutting off his movement. You didn’t know the kind of reaction he would give but you were happy to put a stop to whatever he was doing. Or were you? Your breathing was heavier, and your body was still hot.

But it was so inappropriate.

You heard him laugh quietly in your ear. He moved his hands, and you uncrossed your legs. You thought that was that.

The teacher kept talking though you weren’t listening anymore. You couldn’t pay attention to anything with your thoughts ruminating. What was Timothée doing? Why wasn’t he keeping to the arrangement? Did he want you outside of the late-night booty calls?

The light to the classroom goes off and your pulled from your thoughts. You look around and no one is freaking out, so you assume the professor is putting on a film. Your thoughts are correct as an old black and white movie appears. You can’t see anything but the screen except the heads of the people in front of you, but you can’t make out who they are.

“Relax, He put on an old film because we had time left and he finished talking.” Timothée says, still whispering but even lower because it’s so silent. People are still talking to their friends but they’ were trying to keep it lower than the movie which is pretty quiet.

“Okay.” Is all you can think of to say. You're ready to get back into your deep thoughts when you feel Timothée's hands return to where they belong. Where they belong? You couldn’t believe you just said that. Or thought that?

He placed his hands on each of your thighs and moved your legs to the outside of his. His own legs keeping your spread wide open. You couldn’t bring yourself to say anything because in reality you really really needed him. It was all you could think about right now and if he didn’t finish what he started you were going to pop.

With his knees keeping you spread bare his hands made work of you. He slipped his fingers past your underwear, feeling the wetness already there. His fingers lightly pressing into you then back out, shallowly thrusting.

The class was so silent you knew you couldn’t make any noise, but your mouth let out an involuntary moan. No body turned around, so you hope no one heard you.

“I’m not plugging your mouth baby it’s all up to you to keep quiet. Or don’t.” Timothée murmurs.

His words don’t require a reply, but you nod your head anyways, already lost in pleasure.

Sex with him always felt good but it was something about the public humiliation that could happen at any moment that made you feel this all so much more.

His finger continued to work into you, almost prepping you but you couldn’t figure out what for. He flicked your clit unexpectedly and you let out a sharp cry. It wasn’t so loud, but you heard some shuffling a few rows down and to the side. Timothée didn’t stop his assault on your body while you glanced around the classroom. No one was looking but honestly you didn’t care.

You grounded your hips further down trying to feel him deeper, and as if reading your body Timothée moved his hand so two fingers were deep inside your cunt and the heel of his hand was rubbing your clit. His fingers were twisting and pumping into you in ways that made you hold your breath to keep your moans in. You tried to close your legs as a reflex but his own just spread you wider.

The classroom felt like an inferno, and you were ready to cum. Timothée removed his hand from your cunt unexpectedly. You let out an involuntary whine in response.

Timothée moved your further down his now closed thighs, towards his knees. You didn’t understand why? Was he not letting you cum? Had somebody been watching.

You searched around the classroom and to your complete and utter dismay somebody had their eyes on yours. You couldn’t see exactly who it was, but they were standing near the door at the back of the classroom. You knew from what you could see it was a man and his arm was moving weirdly. Before you could try figure out who it was or what he was doing, you felt hands move you again. Too dazed to struggle you didn’t know what was going on until you felt your exposed and dripping pussy meet the head of Timothée's cock.

You felt him slowly pull you down his shaft. Your cunt accommodating for his size and length with an uncomfortable stretch. It was always a struggle trying to fit Timothée inside you, that was why you always prepped yourself with your favourite toys before you saw him. The lack of preparation allowed a strained cry to slip through your lips. You couldn’t think to care who had heard that, but you opened your eyes anyways when you heard a distant grunt. The man at the back of the classroom had your attention and apparently, he had Timothees too. But he wasn’t stopping.

If anything, the attention from the strange man had made Timothee work harder to thrust into you. Because of how wet you were he couldn’t be fast because people would hear, but that didn’t stop him fucking you hard. It felt like he was fucking your breath away with every thrust and you were delirious. Your sensations were limited to just this feeling, the fullness of your cunt, the heat inside your body and the ache at the bottom of your belly.

You could hear Timothée's soft moans and groans in your ear and that was what set you off. Timothée followed behind you quickly after his thrusts turned harder. You felt his warm cum hit your insides and you let out a sigh of content. You wished you could've swallowed his cum instead, but this would do.

Timothée was still panting in your ear, and it wasn’t until you felt something warm and wet hit the side of your face and hair that you remembered the stranger. Both you and Timothée turned back to look at him. He was there, you could see his chest moving up and down rapidly. Timothées hand moved to the liquid on your face. He gathered some on his fingers and placed it in his mouth. He smirked and you didn’t know why until he did the same to you. It was cum.

Moaning at the taste of the strangers cum on Timothees fingers. You looked back up to the stranger and saw him wave before leaving.

These the weirdest lesson you’ve ever day. And you kind of hoped to have it again. You didn't know how you were going to leave the classroom without people knowing what happened, but you didn't care right now.

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[darkacademiablues]

Timothée Chalamet slaying the fashion week without attending any shows.

[houseofchalamet]

What Are Friends For? (Part 2)

Pairing: Timothée Chalamet x fem!Reader Summary: Reader gets a chance to return the favor ;) Warnings: Smut (fingering, handjob, oral - male receiving), language, friends with benefits, no aftercare. Word count: 959

You were afraid things would be awkward between you and Timmy, but that couldn’t be more wrong. 

After your… encounter, you’d put on a pair of pants and met him in the living room. You both ate your food on the couch and watched a movie, talking and laughing like it hadn’t even happened. You were relieved that it hadn't changed your friendship.

Except for the fact that when he went home that night, you masturbated to the thought of his fingers inside you at least a hundred times. You wondered if he was doing the same. The thought of him fucking his hand and thinking of you made you cum extra hard.

Your lives were busy. You managed to hang out with him a few more times in the next couple weeks, but nothing sexual happened again. You didn’t want to push it and risk making things weird between the two of you, so you let it go.

“What are we watching?” Timothée called from the living room.

“I don’t know, whatever you want,” you called back as you practically emptied all of the snacks from your kitchen cabinets.

He sighed loudly as you entered the living room, arms full of junk food. “You decide.” This was an argument you two had often.

“I don’t know.” You dropped everything onto the coffee table.

“Just pick something,” he pleaded.

You grabbed the remote and plopped down on the couch beside him. You didn’t even know which streaming service to flip through. You tried Netflix. Nothing.

As you were waiting for Hulu to load, Timmy shifted in his seat for what had to have been the third time in under two minutes. You turned to him, wondering what his deal was. He met your gaze immediately. His eyes were wide and his cheeks were tinted a light shade of pink.

Like he’d been caught.

You had no idea what was going on until your eyes just happened to flick down and you took in the bulge in his pants. A long moment passed as he tried to gauge your reaction and you tried to figure out what had triggered this or how to even react. Finally, you cleared your throat, not wanting to appear too excited.

“Do you need help with that?” You nodded down to the tightness in his jeans.

He smirked a little, remembering your encounter all those weeks ago. “Would you?”

“What are friends for?” Remote forgotten, you tucked yourself beside him and reached down, feeling him over his jeans first. You fought back a smirk; you knew he’d be big. He exhaled, his head dropping back onto the cushions even though you’d barely touched him yet. You made quick work of unzipping his jeans and pulling him out of his boxers. 

You thought of all the nights you’d laid in bed, imagining Timmy’s cock, and now here it was, hard in your hand. Your pussy was already dripping as you ran your hand up and down his length.

You rubbed your legs together to create some friction. Timmy noticed your neediness and reached his hand into your pajama pants until you felt slight pressure on your clit. You gasped, automatically opening your legs in search of more pleasure, which he was happy to provide.

You pumped even faster, hoping you’d be rewarded for it, and you were. He slid a finger inside you. You bucked your hips, wanting more. You could no longer contain your excitement; you’d been dreaming of this for weeks. He matched his pace to yours, fingering you at the same speed you were using on him. 

Your chest rose and fell rapidly. Despite your building orgasm, you forced yourself to focus on pleasuring him. He seemed to be doing the same, adding another finger. You were both locked in a pleasure-filled standoff.

He increased his pace, rubbing your clit with his thumb and effectively throwing you over the edge. A whimper escaped your throat as you came around his fingers for the second time. You could feel his dick twitch in your hand as your pussy convulsed.

You pulled his hand from your pants and guided it to your mouth, sucking on the cum-covered digits before he had the chance to do so first. His jaw dropped as he watched you swirl your tongue around his fingers, tasting yourself. It was undeniably hot. He involuntarily bucked his hips once, simply unable to help himself. He was close.

Whether he knew it or not, he’d made you cum several times the last few weeks. Now, you needed to return the favor. You dropped to your knees, intending to replace his fingers with his cock.

“Fuck, (Y/N),” he strained. He nearly came just from the sight of you kneeling before him. You licked his tip, making him curse again. “Feels so fucking good.”

Excitement coursed through your veins; you liked when he praised you. He was struggling to keep his composure, and the little noises of pleasure that managed to escape him only excited you even more.

You took his cock almost entirely in your mouth, licking the underside and swirling your tongue around the tip, knowing it would be the end of him.

He looked god-like as he came; better than you ever could have imagined. His back arched and his hands clenched around the material of the couch cushion. Your pussy clenched again at the sight and taste of him coating your mouth.

You rested your head on his thigh, committing his fucked-out expression to memory as he tried to slow his breathing.

“Timmy?” you asked after a few moments.

“Yeah, (Y/N)?”

You stood, wiping the side of your mouth and grabbing the remote once more. “I wanna watch Euphoria.”

[blondbadbitchp]

Midnight call

Timothée Chalamet x you

Idea: late night sex with your on-off fling

Warnings: smut, on-off relationship, bad language, my english is not the best (i’m sorry), not proof read

Note: guess who's a horny and delusional girl? yeah it's me. Please feel free to leave a comment or feedback. I am not the best writer! Hope some people enjoy and like this!

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“is it too late to call?” you asked.

“Is it too late to call?” he mimicked your voice sarcastically in an extra high pitched voice. “you wanna kidding me right, y/n?”

You didn’t need to see his face to notice he was angry, his voice was already dark enough to tell. He tried to call you every day for the last 5 days.

You tried to apologize but his mood was already getting on your nerves and got you annoyed. “Listen i’m sorry timmy-

“fuck dont call me that, little bitch”

Calling him was a mistake. Fuck he was so moody. 

“You ghosted me for like the whole week. And you think it’s all fine when you just call out of nowhere?” he pouted.

“okay forget it, i will never call again!" You tried to shut him down, before getting more and more annoyed.

“don't you dare hang up on me now!”

Timothees and your relationship was complicated. You first met him 6 months ago. You could feel the fire since minute one. This fire that always light up when he was near you. Since the first time he touched your lips with his, there was no going back. During the first 2 months you tried to be in a relationship with each other but realized very quickly that this kinda commitment was too much. Both of you were quite busy and a real loving relationship would take too much time and effort. Now you saw each other and fucked from time to time. 

Next thing you heard was your doorbell ringing. You winced as the loud sound echoed through your empty apartment. It was late at night and the street lights were already off. The thought of someone standing in front of your door at this time scared you a little.

“wait a fucking second tim, i need to check the front door” you cut him off.

you walked carefully over to the front door and opened it just a tiny little bit, if you felt scared you could slam your door shut easily. 

Your eyes catched something familiar. Or more precisely someone familiar. There he stands, right in front of your door. In the middle of the night. Your on-off fling Timothée.

You opened the door completely as quick as you could, now staring into his eyes - hated to admit the most beautiful eyes you’ve ever seen. “what the- what are you doing here?”

His eyes stayed on yours as he stepped into your apartment and walked towards you until your back hit the wall behind you. “now you can hang up the call missy.” Without looking away, you turned off your cell phone. Still confused you tried to apologise again: “i already said it - i am sorry i didn’t call earlier”

Before you could apologize one more time, he captured your lips with his in a heated kiss and pressed you more against the wall. You kissed him back while a little whimper left your mouth. There was absolutely no self control that could have held you back. The passion in the way he kissed you told you something you haven't realized yet- he wasn’t just angry, he was horny. You felt his erection pressing against his pants into your body. He was angry because he was horny for you, only wanting to fuck you. 

Timothée pulled away from you and said against your lips “you know what, i understand you don't have to call me everyday, you don't belong to me anymore but remember baby” he paused “this pussy is still mine, especially tonight.” His hand slipped down, finding your already damp panties. He chuckled “looks like i am not the only one who is desperate, let’s go to your bedroom”

Everything about him made you so fucking weak. You were laing on your bed with Timothée hovering over you. Your panties already laying on the floor in the corner of the room. Your hands grabbed his hair while his were under your tshirt on your tits. He played with your nipples, you couldn't hold back your moans. He knew all of your soft spots. An overwhelming feeling overcame you while he rolled your nipples between his thumbs and index finger. 

“please just fuck me Tim!” was the only thing you said between your moans.

Without an answer, he kicked his trousers down his legs and freed his rock hard dick. He grabbed a condom from your side table. You were speechless, his dick was looking even more big today. You had missed the feeling of him inside you.

“put your hand over your head and spread your legs for me” he kissed you again before whispering in your ear “you're such a slut for calling me so late, but you know what? For me it’s never too late to fuck you good.”

While he said the last words, he pushed his dick slowly into your wet desperate pussy. A loud ‘fuuuck’ was the only thing coming from your mouth. your whole body was sweating, your brain was shut down, only his name and the feeling of his dick in your mind. His moans became louder the more he felt how wet and tight you were.. Your kisses were getting more and more passionate while your tongue explored his lips and mouth. His dick was sliding in and out of you with hard long strokes, reaching your sweet spot everytime. You already felt this overwhelming feeling of your appearing orgasm. “Tim i gonna..ahhh.. gonna cum!”, “Me too baby”

With that you screamed his name while the orgasm washed over you and he shot his load into you with a loud moan. After you two came down, he laid next to you, both of you heavy breathing. He looked into your eyes with a smile on his lips. you cuddled up into his arms and whispered “i will call you in a few days again, promise..and for tonight you can sleep here if you want.”