MiniSeries About Timothee Chalamet

The Tutor Part 3

Warnings - cock warming, cream pie, thinking cock is average, senior Timmy, sex on a table, Freshman reader, showing off girl with hickeys, unprotected sex, skinny fetish, anti muscles, self conscious Tim, possessive

Timmy and I were trying to study together again. Last time had been a complete disaster. We kept taking glances at one another. He was biting his lip, and his hair was tousled. He looked like sex on legs. I wondered how it would feel to have him inside me. I couldn't focus on anything he said, just on his lips as he spoke. He had the tiniest bit of stubble above his soft pink lips.

"Timothée I can't focus," I said.

"Do you need a quieter room?" He asked. We were in his special RA room, and someone was having a rowdy party next door.

"No, I need you, I want you to take me," I begged.

He looked at me in silence for a moment. Then, he pushed off all the paraphernalia on the table. He lifted me onto it, kissing me wildly. My hands were in his already messy hair, and I was enjoying messing it up more.

"I'm so fucking whipped for you, I haven't stopped thinking about your pussy," he murmured into my mouth.

"Oh," I gasped into his mouth. I tore off my shirt and he undid my bra. He was sucking on my tits happily as I whined. He smirked on the sensitive bud.

"Your cock, Timmy please, I wanna see how massive it is," I begged. He was blushing a bit. He undid his belt and pulled down everything.

"It's just average sorry," he said.

"No it's not!" I nearly screaming, looking at his monster cock.

"I-Isn't 7 average, I'm only 8?" He asked.

"Who the fuck told you that?" I demanded. "Average is five!"

"Wait what?" He asked.

"Yeah," I nodded.

"Let me get google," he said, and grabbed his phone.

"You're right!" He said in shock.

"I hope you fit," I said flirtatiously, and pulled him back to me.

"Fuck, you're so sexy," he moaned, and his lips worked their way down my neck. I ripped his shirt off. He took off my pants and underwear.

"Mmm, you have a gorgeous cunt," he said. He pushed into me and I scrambled to hold onto him. He rocked his hips into mine needily.

"Oh, you feel so fucking good," I said, kissing his warm skin.

"Sorry I'm not like more buff you know? I've been trying to go to school gym for you," he said.

"Don't do that!" I said in alarm.

"What?" He asked worriedly.

"I fucking love your body, I'm not exactly a fan of six packs and muscly men. Your body is a huge turn on," I told him. He again was silent, and then he was speedily fucking into me roughly.

"So fucking nice, takes my cock so well, fuck I'm obsessed," he growled as he thrust into me wildly.

"Timmy," I groaned.

"Say my name, who does your pussy belong to?" He asked.

"You," I sighed happily. He began to mark me with hickeys.

"Let's go to the dining hall after this, so I can show off your marked neck," he murmured in my ear, and that pushed me over the edge.

"F-fuck," he cursed as I squeezed him. He came inside me, his cock twitching inside me, making everything feel even better.

"Sorry, I came inside you," he said.

"It's wonderful, that's what I wanted," I said, grabbing him to kiss him full on the lips. "Before we go to the dining hall, let's wait for you to get hard again and go again."

"Fuck, you're amazing!" He grinned, and began to kiss me again.