MiniSeries About Timothee Chalamet

Get A Room Part 4

Warnings - toxic ex, jealousy, calling someone a bitch, hand job, talking about Timmy's cock, sending nudes

I was at the store, buying a dress for my date with Timothée tonight. He said it was an important one. We'd been at my family's party a couple days ago, and I was feeling really good about our relationship.

"You're y/n, right?" Asked a voice. I turned in the short red dress I was considering getting.

"Yes," I said apprehensively to the girl. "How did you know?"

"You're dating Timothée, you're all over his insta," she said angrily.

"And you still follow him because?" I asked.

"Not important, I just want you to know he's going to break up with you," she said snootily.

"And why's that?"

"I just sent him some nudes from the dressing room, he'll be crawling back in no time," she smirked.

"I think I'll be fine thanks," I said, just wanting to be out of here.

"He's got a massive cock by the way, not that you'd know," she mocked.

"Thanks for the tip, which I'm sure is all you could ever handle," I snapped, and turned away.

At the date, I couldn't really focus on Timothée. His ex's words kept ringing in my head.

"You seem off Mon Amor, what is it?" He asked.

"I met your ex today, she told me you were going to leave me because she sent you nudes," I said.

"What a bitch," he chuckled. "I deleted the message without even looking at what she said."

"You did?" I sighed in relief.

"You're the only one for me," he said. "That's why I was going to ask you to move in with me tonight."

"Oh Timmy," I bounced off the picnic blanket he'd so lovingly prepared, and into his lap. I kissed all over his face.

"Is this a yes?" He asked.

"One thousand, oh one million percent, I wish I could marry you," I said, then paused, heating with embarrassment at my words.

"You do?" He asked, searching my face.

"Too soon?" I asked.

"Not for me," he said gently. "I'd take you to the court house right now if you wanted."

"Are you serious?" I asked.

"One thousand, oh one million percent," he said, repeating my words with a grin.

"Let's do it," I beamed.

"I'll start cleaning up," he offered.

"Wait there's something I need to do first," I said.

I got off him. I pulled his cock out of his pants, and felt it harden as I pumped him. He was panting as I went faster than I ever had.

"If I cum, it's gonna get all over the new dress pants I got," he whined.

"Want me to stop?" I asked with a smirk, I knew what his answer would be.

"No, please don't," he whimpered. I kept going, swiping the head and gripping him tight. Soon he was shooting his impressive load all over my hand and himself.

"Ughh," he moaned. "You can't just do that and not let me be inside you."

"Take a picture Timmy," I begged. "Take a picture of me gripping your cock and send it to your ex."

He groaned at the idea.

"You have no idea what you do to me."