Long Timothee Chalamet Stories

Don't Be Suspicious (P3)

Warning - spontaneous sex, sex in public, smut, unprotected sex, almost getting caught, sex in changing room, fast love, being whipped early, not wearing panties

Pauline and I were walking around the mall. I didn't tell her why, but I was secretly looking for new lingerie. I wanted Timothée's mouth to drop open. I shouldn't worry, he was obsessed with me. I felt like I nearly didn't deserve it. He was just so sweet. He'd brought me flowers yesterday, bought me a stuffed unicorn the day before. He didn't even seem to realize how sweet he was, what a catch he was.

"Oh look at that dress," Pauline said, grabbing my arm.

"Where?" Pauline pointed and I saw a gorgeous dress.

"It's so you, you have to try it on!"

"But you're hungry," I said with a pout.

"You aren't, I'll head to the food court and you can try that on!"

"Are you sure?"

"Of course, girl it's soooo you," she said, nearly clapping with joy. She left and went to get food. I asked the clerk to show me the dress. It was pricey, but gorgeous. It was Lacey and black. My nipples were barely covered, and it was sparkly.

A harsh knock sounded at the dressing room door.

"Hello? Pauline," I asked.

"Nope," I heard a familiar voice. I whipped the door open and I was attacked by Timothée's lips.

"How are you here?"

"Fate!" He said with sparkling eyes. "I was here already I saw my sister and asked why she was here. She told me about you."

"And you decided to take a little retreat to the pussy palace?" I winked.

"Y/n, all jokes aside I cannot even describe how gorgeous you look, you take my breath away!"

"I don't know, it's expensive," I said, trying to flatten my stomach in the mirror. He grabbed my hands immediately, and kissed both.

"I'll pay, don't even think about not buying it!" He said.

"No, no, I'll get it, don't worry."

"Y/n," he said with wide eyes. "Please let me fuck you, I'm so insanely turned on by how lovely you look."

"Yes, Timothée, I want you inside me," I said, kissing his lips gently.

He kissed me, moving the slit of my dress, but then he was moaning.

"No, fuck, fuck, fuck," he begged. "You're not wearing panties, please say you actually weren't."

"I never put them on this morning, I was thinking about you, and decided I didn't need them," I smirked at him.

"Holy hell, you are everything," he moaned. He took his cock out of his pants and entered me.

"I want to be inside you all the time," he breathed. He looked wild, erratic, feral almost, as he fucked into me.

"You're the best sex I've ever had," he groaned.

"Me?" I asked, pulling him to me.

"Yes, you. You always act so surprised, you're my everything. I'm obsessed with you. I've had a crush on you for so long, I never thought I'd actually get you. I'm so fucking lucky," he swore.

"I, wow, Timmy, I just feel so connected to you," I said as he thrusted into me. This was different. Yes, we were in a dressing room, sure it was needy and desperate, and messy, but it felt like making love. Why did I want to tell him I loved him already?

"You are gorgeous," he kissed me, long and passionately, letting his hips take over.

"You fuck me so well, you're the best I've ever had too," I told him. He whined, and then he was cumming inside me.

"Oh Timothée, you're just everything," I whined, and I felt myself speed into my orgasm. He gave me the best orgasms I'd ever had. It was more than just his cock, it was him.

"Y/n!" Pauline was knocking on the door. "I ate, I wanna see your dress!"

"Oh shit," Timothée mouthed.