MiniSeries About Timothee Chalamet

The Tutor Part 4

Warnings - unprotected sex, cheating, lying, getting caught having sex, senior Timmy, freshman reader, turned on by delinquency, cock warming, lil bit of cream pie

 "I've never, mm, been so obsessed, mmfff, with kissing someone," Timothée moaned to me between kisses. It was about the seventh time he'd tried to tutor me. We'd just gotten done a desperate sex session, and we were still naked, and Timothée's cock was still inside me. We were making out and revving up for what I hoped was part two.

He had in fact paraded me around the dining hall covered in hickeys and he'd done it again the next day, and the day after.

"I really should study, I don't want to fail this class," I moaned as he rolled my nipples.

"Just once more baby girl, I can't get enough of you," he said, kissing down my neck.

"R-really," I asked.

"Yeah," he said dreamily. "By the way, do you wanna be my girlfriend."

"What do you mean, by the way," I demanded.

"Awww, angel girl, did you think this was just sex for me?" He asked.

"Kinda," I said, turning my face. He guided me by my chin to look at him again.

"Naw," he chuckled. "I meant it when I said I liked you the day I met you, I didn't just mean sexually."

"Oh Timmy," I threw my arms around his neck, and I ground down on his cock to show him just how happy I was about his announcement.

"Oh, fuck, I guess if you're my girlfriend, I should be honest with you," he whimpered. "That pussy could pull any truth out of me."

"Excuse me?" I asked, stopping the kiss attack I'd been unleashing on his collarbones. "You've been lying to me?"

"I didn't get an A in biology, I cheated and I've been his favorite ever since," he said.

"Oh my gosh," I slapped his chest. I thought of all his stuttered facts, his confused look. He hadn't known what he was doing at all. "I hate you."

"I wanted an excuse to hang out with you," he pouted.

"That's cute, but now I'm going to fail."

"Not so ma Cherie," he grinned. "I did ace French honestly."

"That's because you're fluent," I rolled my eyes.

"Like the knights of old, I shall prove my affection by performing a heist," he smirked. "Let's ride again," he said dramatically.

"You're a dork," I smiled. We got ready and slipped into the building. We snuck in and I watched my new boyfriends deft fingers as he grabbed a grading paper.

"Bingo!"

"Fuck me," I begged, pulling him to me.

"Huh?" Asked as I began to palm his dick.

"Watching you steal for me is so hot," I said. He kissed me hurriedly. He pulled down my skirt and lifted me onto the desk, and pushed some stuff off. He pulled down his pants. Soon his cock was buried inside me.

"Fuck, fuck, yes," I gasped, pulling him down to kiss me.

"So sexy, uh, want me to fuck you over the desk Huh?" He asked.

"Yeah baby, slap my ass," I begged.

"Oh, you're so hot I can't take it, I wanna fuck you everywhere on campus," he moaned.

"Timothée," I heard the horrified voice of my bio professor.