MiniSeries About Timothee Chalamet

The Talk Part 3

Warnings - banter, pregnancy sex, seeing the bride early, being caught, judgemental family, reader with thick thighs, needy Timmy, mentioning cumming in pants, loud reader and Tim, breeding kink a lil, unprotected sex

The wedding hour was approaching quickly. I had my makeup done, dress on, hair ready. I had requested a moment to myself, to contemplate. I'd had alterations made to my dress, much to my family's dismay. I was round and pregnant alright, and Timothée was the happiest I'd ever seen him. He was goofily overspending whenever he saw baby supplies.

When I told him we already had one or more, he'd turn big puppy dog eyes to me and say. "For the babbbby, they need to be spoiled." I always relented.

Today, we were finally going to be married and I was so happy I could cry. I did miss him though. This was the longest we'd spent apart in ages since I had seen him for a little before our bachelor and bachelorette parties, slept at my friends house, and had started getting ready immediately.

"24 fucking hours," I heard a voice boom. I turned with a beaming smile to see my boy.

"Haven't seen my girl in over twenty four hours, and your bridesmaids had the audacity to try to stop me coming in here," he said, shaking his head.

He looked magnificent in his suit. He'd added some flares of silvery, shining stars, and lace. I was enamored. His hair was in perfect ringlets, grown long as I'd requested. He looked amazing.

"I said you'd want to see me," he said.

"You're damn right," I said, coming to him. His mouth dropped open as I approached. I smiled at him, and pressed my hands to his chest adoringly.

"You look like a dream come true," he gasped.

"Thank you, you also look lovely," I said.

"Look at that round belly, I did that," he sighed.

"You sure did bucko, got me nice and round just like you wanted. Satisfied?"

"Very, but also not at all. I can never get enough of you," he said, and moved in fast to kiss me. He was caressing my face as little noises of need came from him.

"Mmm, mhhmm, mmmff," he moaned as I made out with him. He needily sucked on my tongue.

"So damn sexy, so pregnant, all filled up with cum. You'll walk down that aisle and everyone will know what we've been up to, and alllllll the men will be so jealous of my sexy, pregnant, soon to be, wife."

"I love the little stories you tell yourself," I giggled.

"Don't do that, you know that laugh gets me going," he whined.

"Oh stop," I rolled my eyes. "As if you didn't prance in here hard as a rock. Lemme check."

I shot my hand down his pants as he let out a pitiful moan. I felt him hard and wanting in his boxers.

"Well would you look at that," I smirked.

"Please can I fuck you," he begged.

"Why, is there a special occasion?" I teased.

"Wouldn't you know, I'm marrying the love of my life," he said cheekily.

"Wow, congratulations," I smiled as I began to pull up my thick skirts.

"And she's pregnant too!" He said eagerly.

"I feel like I've heard you mention that once or twice or a million times," I said.

"And I'm the one who did it, me, I got her pregnant," he said joyfully.

"Well, I'd assumed," I rolled my eyes as my skirt was finally up, revealing my lacy white thong.