MiniSeries About Timothee Chalamet

Have His Cake and Eat It Too P2

Warnings - fucking baby ass whiny ass needy Timmy who throws tantrums, begging for sex, mentions of blowjobs, turned on in public, sexting, dick pick, needy needy needy, cumming just from entering, cream pie, desired cock warming, parents knowing

"One more time, please, I'm begging, I've never been this horny in my entire life," he said, leg jiggling in the car.

"Timothée," I pinched the bridge of my nose. I then folded my hands and pointed them at him.

"You have fucked me, three times today, you have had three blow jobs, you will be absolutely, 100%, fine," I told him.

"No, I won't," his hand was creeping up my leg but I removed it.

"There are many reasons I'm not fucking doing this. One, my parents could come out and see, two, fucking you again will train you that if you beg enough I'll cave, three, again, YOU'VE ALREADY HAD ME SIX TIMES TODAY!"

"Wanna go again, I need it," his baby voice came out.

"Did you take a fucking viagra?" I asked as I gathered my things.

"Meeting your parents turns me on," he whined.

"Um..... disgusting," I scoffed.

"No, it's because we're really doing this! We're really serious about each other and you're really mine," he said cheerily.

"Okay that was actually kinda cute," I said, running my thumb over his cheek bone.

"So can I be inside your pussy?" He asked hopefully.

"No," I replied.

"I wanna be home, I want to go home," he was nearly shaking with his little tantrum.

"I thought you wanted to meet my parents?" I said in confusion.

"No, my real home, this home," he said pressing his palm to my clothed cunt.

"You're ridiculous," I said, rolling my eyes, and getting out of the car. I watched him fold his arms and pout. It wasn't going to work. I pointed to my watch. Finally, he got out of the car.

"I could be so fast, and I would cum so much for you," he hissed in my ear as we walked up the path.

"No," I said in a sing song voice.

"But my cock is so big baby, you love that, love when I pound into you and give you all my cum," he whispered as I pressed the doorbell.

"I do, but not when my parents could see," I reminded him.

"I'll let you be the dominate one, I know you love that," he begged.

"Timothée you need to- Hi!!!" I switched my outer appearance quickly as my parents opened the door. Timothée beamed at them, but made sure to hug them with his waist not touching them, due to the large boner he probably had, and seemed to always have.

As we are and my parents talked to Timmy, my phone dinged so many times.

"Honey, just check who it is," said my mom. "It sounds urgent."

"Okay," I said, having a guess at who it was.

There was a dick pick with the wallpaper of my mothers' bathroom in the background. Followed by multiple texts.

"I need you"

"Mon Amor"

"This is torture"

"Do you want your boyfriend to die?"

"Your moms are so nice it's making me hornier. I know that sounds weird, but imagine us as one big family. Oh, imagine you pregnant, fuuuuck!"

"Let me fuck you."

"I have so much cum for you, I can feel it, it'll be a huge load I know you love that!"

"Smack me around, make me cry, tie me up, just please fuck me🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻"

"You have no idea how sexy everything you do is"

"I'll just turn my phone off, it's nothing," I said, and Timothée nearly choked on his drink. When both my moms turned away he gave me a pleading look. I shook my head resolutely. His texts had softened me a bit. I let him put his hand on my thigh, holding it in the same position. If Timothée had it his way, we would always have skin to skin contact. Once I'd worn a super long dress to a date, and when I'd placed his hand on my thigh he looked disgusted.

"Can I at least touch your fucking skin," he'd said as he hiked up the dress so he could feel me.

Once in the living room Timothée's need was getting more evident and I was starting to worry. The bulge in his pants was a bit too large to pass off. The way his hand kept rubbing my neck, so he could feel my pulse. The way his knee jiggled, and he kept squirming.

"Mom, mommy," I said leaning forward with a smile. "We brought you a great gift! To thank you for meeting Timmy. Can me and him go organize it? It won't take long," I smiled.

"How lovely," my mom said.

"By all means," my mommy allowed. I beamed and took Timothée's hand roughly.

I pulled him to the upstairs bathroom.

"You are such a fucking big baby who always gets his way," I snapped before crashing my lips to his. He sighed in relief as I kissed him.

"Really? I can be inside you?" He asked.

"If you're fucking quick, then keep the neediness to an appropriate level for the rest of the damn visit."

"Fuck yessss," he hissed, immediately pulling down his pants. I had to admit, he had quite a lovely cock. My skirt was pulled up and my panties down. He was sheathed inside me.

"Oh," I heard him gasp, I felt him pulse, and then he was spilling into me.

"What the fuck?" I asked.

"I can't help it," he nearly sobbed as he thrust forward.

"Your, fuck, oh, fucking perfect, merde merde merde, pussy, it does things to me," he moaned, clinging to me for dear life as he rutted into me.

"Well, you still have to make it quick," I said, but I was admittedly turned on by what I did to him. Immediately cumming, and still hard enough to fuck that cum into me. Not many people could say they had that.

"Uh, uh, uh, home, I love my home," he cried as he pounded into me.

"You really are needier than you've ever been," I chuckled.

"Love your laugh, so pretty," he said, somehow going deeper.

"I wanna fill you. Can I never pull out again? I'll pay you to just sit on my cock all the time."

"That might make social interactions a bit awkward," I panted as I neared release.

"Who, fucking, cares," he punctuated each word with a thrust. The last one had me soaring into my orgasm, my cunt holding him in a vice grip as I moaned.

"No, no, I'm gonna pop, gonna cum, your pussy is everything," he wailed as he came inside me. I hated to admit he'd been right. All together he'd shot 20 ropes inside me.

"Fuck, thank you," he panted. "Thank you Mon Amor!"

"Okay now let's go," I hurried him.

"What are we going to tell your moms?" He asked.

"I actually did get them presents," I said.

I happily handed my moms the gifts I'd carefully created. Fairy huts, made with real materials I'd collected myself. Timothée sat with an entirely too smug and satisfied look on his face that made me want to wipe it off.

"These are lovely," my mom said.

"But I thought you were going to tell we were going to have a grandchild," she said wryly. Timothée paled.