MiniSeries About Timothee Chalamet

Have His Cake and Eat It Too p1

Warnings - VERY needy Timmy, hand job under the table, begging for sex, oral (male receiving), unprotected sex, publicish sex, mom making a sex joke.

Timothée had been needy all day. I'd already let him fuck me three times today because it was his birthday. How he was still horny was beyond me. He'd begged me for a quickie in the car before going into his moms apartment, and I'd refused. I told him we'd be late.

I was enjoying my time with Nicole and Timothée, but Timothée's leg wouldn't stop bouncing. I glanced down and one point, and noticed the bulge evident in my boyfriends pants. I rolled my eyes.

"How are you still horny," I muttered to Timothée as his mom went to get some wine.

"I don't know, I just keep thinking about you, and your mouth, and your thighs, and your pussy, and fuck," he shuddered.

"Your like a teenager," I scoffed.

"I just can't get enough of you," he replied.

"As sweet as that is, we're in your mom's apartment," I told him.

"We could do something," he said, hope in his eyes.

"Like what Timmy, what would we even say? Sorry Nicole your son is a horn dog, I need to go take care of him?"

"No," Timothée said. "Something a bit more sneaky than that."

"Here we go," Nicole came back in with the wine.

"Thanks mom," Timothée said kindly. Under the table he guided my hand to his crotch. I nearly hissed at how hard he was. I couldn't help but squeeze him ever so slightly. He sighed in relief.

I swirled my wine in my glass as I snuck my hand into his boxers. I began to pump him up and down, and I heard him choke on his wine. I smirked.

"You alright Timothée?" Nicole asked.

"Splendid," he coughed. My needy boy was thrusting up into my grasp every so slightly.

"So, what are you working on most these days?"

"Dune 2," Timmy said. I swiped my thumb over his head, he let out a low whine.

"I am so sorry!" Nicole said suddenly. "I totally forgot, ugh, I have to put the finishing touches on dessert, I just got so caught up."

"Nicole, it's totally fine," I said as I removed my hand from Timothée's length. He sent me a scowl.

"No, I made it special, can you give me like fifteen minutes, less if I rush," she said absentmindedly.

"That's totally fine," Timmy said, a mischievous smile unfurling on his face. I knew what he was thinking.

"This is perfect," he said when his mother left. "Pleaseeee, I'm the birthday boy."

"Fine, I'll blow you in the bathroom."

"Score!" He cheered and pumped his fist.

"Seriously, teenager," I rolled my eyes. We got up and went to the bathroom. He was practically giddy. He locked the door and I dropped to my knees.

I pulled him out of his confines and pumped him a couple times before taking him into my mouth. I went as far down his length as I could, and my nose hit his stomach. He was a mess, hands in my hair, moans flowing out of his mouth.

I bobbed on his length, reaching up to massage his balls. He was panting, as he involuntarily jutted into my mouth, and apologized when I gagged.

It started to become very sexy to me as I watched him heaving. The fact that he'd had me three times today and still wanted me this bad. The way he was so weak for me, popping boners at the thought of me. How he was now a desperate mess from my mouth.

I reached down, putting my hand under my dress so I could get some relief. I moaned as I put pressure on my clit. Timothée just so happened to catch the movement.

"Hell no," he growled and pushed me off his cock. It was dripping with my saliva.

"If my baby is horny, she gets taken care of," he said, quickly yanking me up off the floor. In three swift movements, my dress was pulled up, my panties pulled down, and his cock was sliding into me. He bottomed out with a moan.

"If my baby wants my cum, she gets my cum," he said as he snapped his hips.

"How do you even have any cum left," I moaned, head falling into the crook of his shoulder.

"I've always got cum for you."

"How romantic," I chuckled. He reached down to play with my clit as he pushed deeper inside me. He knew we had to finish up quickly. I could sense he was close. He always closed his eyes when the pleasure was too much, usually he was looking at me, unless he was going to cum.

"You want my cum?" He asked.

"Yes baby, give it to me," I urged. He sped up his motion on my clit, meaning we came at the same time. He was spurting into me as I was processing my dizzying orgasm.

"Thank you baby," he said, kissing me when he came down.

"I'll go out first, how do I look?" He asked as he pulled up his pants.

"Well, unless you came here in lipstick, I should fix this," I said, rubbing at his lips.

"Mmm," he sighed. "I hope there's a ring of it around my cock."

"Timothée!" I slapped his chest lightly. "You literally just came, how are you still so dirty minded?"

He shrugged, and kissed my cheek before exiting. I fixed my hair and dress before I went out. Thankfully, Nicole was only just coming back with the delicious looking desert.

Timothée was looking smug and satisfied. The birthday boy had gotten his cake, and now he got to eat it too. I couldn't help but feel glad I'd made him happy. Even if I couldn't look Nicole in the eyes at the moment.

"Have some," she said cheerily, putting pieces on plates for Timothée and I. She watched her son take a bite, and smirked.

"Oh, and Timothée dear, if you're going to do, THAT, in my apartment. I'd like a grandchild within the year okay?"

Timothée choked on his meal.