MiniSeries About Timothee Chalamet

Under the Table p1

Warning - needy Timmy, talking about sex, fingering, getting caught

We were sitting Tom and Zendaya on a lovely boat ride. We were talking and relaxing. They'd invited us for a week's vacation in Italy, and we'd happily obliged. You'd think we would have no problems right, I mean, you'd probably assume everything was grand. Not so according to my dramatic boyfriend.

He had been whiny and needy ever since leaving the hotel this morning. Apparently, my new bikini was a bit too much for him to bear. I'd had to smack his hands away from me many times. He'd sent me so many texts begging for a quickie that I'd just turned my phone off.

Zendaya and Tom left for a moment to grab another drink, and Timothée was immediately hissing in my ear.

"I'll be so quick, I swear, I'm already worked up," he pleaded.

"Yeah I can tell, there's a tent in your swim trunks," I said blandly.

"I want you soooooo bad," he said, jiggling his knee.

"Timmy, we're in a boat, with our friends, in Italy. Can't you just be a little grateful and enjoy the moment? You don't need to be inside me 24/7."

"Yes I dooooo," he whined.

"You're acting like a child," I rolled my eyes. I saw Zendaya and Tom coming back. Timothée was rubbing my thigh, and I pushed his hands away.

"Fine," he snapped under his breath. "If you don't want me now, I'm going to make you."

"What does that even mean?" I scoffed.

"You'll see," he said.

"Here I got you one, you looked hot," Zendaya said to Timothée, and handed him a drink. He thanked her, and as he leaned across the table to get it, he slipped his other hand down my bikini bottoms. I sucked in a breath.

"Sorry, did you want one too?" Zendaya asked in concern.

"No, I'm fine," I said with an awkward laugh. Timothée was gently petting my clit with a finger. It felt sinfully good. My hand went to his wrist, but I didn't stop him. I heard him chuckle to himself.

"So Tom, how was it working with Toby Maguire?" I asked cheerily, hoping to appear normal. "He's always been my favorite spider-man, no offense."

"None taken," Tom smiled. "I think he pretty much just IS Spider-Man for so many people. Like I didn't think 'I'm meeting Toby Maguire', I thought, 'bloody Hell I'm meeting Spider-Man."

"I think that's how I'd feel too," I said as Timothée began to dip a finger in and out of me.

"It was the same with me meeting Steve Carell," Timothée added, acting as though he weren't doing dirty things to me under the table.

"I was like, 'shit! I'm meeting Michael Scott'."

"I'm so jealous, you know that's my favorite show," I said to him, and when I faced him he picked up the pace with his finger, and added a second one.

"Uhhh," I couldn't help the moan that left my mouth.

"You okay?"

"Yeah," I said too loudly, so they wouldn't hear the wet noises of my cunt. "I'm just super bummed we weren't dating then, I could've met him."

Timothée was puffed up and proud at what he was doing to me.

"You probably would've been a bit too WET, for that my love," he said, emphasizing one of the words.

"What in the world does that mean?" Tom asked.

"She was a swim instructor the summer I was filming that movie," Timothée said. It was a smooth save, and he was enjoying taunting me.

"Tell me, Tom, do people ever say no to you anymore," Tim asked, as he circled my clit with his finger. I was barely holding it together, my grip on the table was white-knuckled.

"What do you mean?" Tom asked.

"Like do people ever say you can't do something, or you shouldn't?"

"Yeah, I don't want to be surrounded by only 'yes men', gotta have a good balance," he said.

"Oh I get that," Timmy nodded. "But there's this one person in my life who seems to keep telling me no, no matter what. I want to show them, that not all my ideas are bad."

I rolled my eyes but gasped when he pressed down hard on my clit.

"Alright, this is too weird. I gotta know," Zendaya said and stood up to look at our side of the table. Timothée's hand was not quick enough.

"I knew it!" Zendaya laughed. I was absolutely mortified.

"What?" Tom asked.

"Timothée was fingering her under the table, that's why they're both acting so weird."

"It wasn't my idea," I cried. Tom was laughing now too. I couldn't believe how unashamed Timothée looked.

"If you needed some time you could have told us," Zendaya giggled.

"She kept saying no, that you'd catch us," Timothée shrugged.

"I am so embarrassed," I muttered into my hands.

"Don't worry, I blew Tom for a little when we 'went to get drinks," Zendaya said.

"Daya!" Tom squeaked.