MiniSeries About Timothee Chalamet

My Cheerleader P2

Warnings - unprotected sex, lots of sex, Pegging, Fem boy Timmy, sub Tim, young reader and Timothée, moving fast, breeding kink, cheerleader Timothée, friends to lovers, hand job, dom fem, insecurities, bratty sub, finger sucking, crying for sex

"We're in highschool," I said with a smirk, looking down at my desperate boy. I swiveled my hips once, and he gave a breathy whimpers

"Please, I wanna fill youuuuu," he said, literally beating his fist on the bed.

"Don't strain yourself," I said cockily.

"I will strain myself!" He snapped.

"My sweet boy," I cooed, caressing his chest. "I can't get pregnant in highschool. You do fill me. All the time. We've had sex four times today, I think you've filled me."

"Not permanently," he cried. He looked more frustrated than even when he couldn't manage the routines in cheerleading. "Need to fill, and breed you, I want my cum growing in you," he said, placing his hands on my belly in awe.

"Baby, I need you to dom me while you're so round with cum. I need it! In the locker room you said it!" He said.

"I said I needed to worship your cock first," I said as I began to bounce on his cock. He couldn't fight back anymore because he was completely whipped. This had all started when he'd tried on one of my skirts, asking if he looked good. I wanted to ravish him. I connect my lips to his neck, and sucked. He looked so pretty in his cheerleader uniform, neck covered in purple marks. He was shy, but he wore them proudly. He came to me needily after every game, his cock evidently hard in his uniform, begging to be taken care of.

"See baby, this feels good, you loooove me bouncing on your massive cock," I smiled.

"Mmmhmm," he moaned.

"Can't even talk, pitiful boy," I cooed. I knew he couldn't respond. No matter how many times we'd fucked now, he still wasn't used to me, and I wasn't used to him. Outside our sexual relationship, we were having the time of our lives, cute ice cream dates, stealing kisses in the hall, doing homework with his head laying on my shoulder.

"C-can't take it," he said, with a quivering lip. "N-Need your fingers for comfort."

Like a babe settled with a bottle, his eyes closed as he got my fingers to suck. He rutted upwards and came. I had a silent orgasm, not letting him know how good he made me feel, I was scared in a way, we still had a weird friends who were fucking dynamic going on.

"Baby," he said, tears in his eyes.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"D-did you come? Be honest," he said.

"Of course I did, I always do."

"You do? I can never tell," he said. "I'm sorry for being such a brat. Obviously, what I said is true. Feeling like I'm truly filling you would make me wild with happiness and not just from a sex point of view. I've liked you for so long that I want to speed through everything, I want children and marriage, and just all of you.

"You do?" I asked.

"Yeah, I do, I'm sorry if that's not how you- mmff"

I cut him off with a kiss. I ground down on his cock. He whimpered into the kiss.

"I want it all with you too, just maybe not before we graduate," I said.

"Okay, but baby, all of this is making me needy," he confessed.

"My little boy, I'm going to make you so happy."

"H-how?" He asked in a desperate voice.

"I got a strap on," I smirked.

"Ohhhh," he said, and I felt him pulsing inside me. I was a little disappointed he didn't cum right away, but we'd see to that! I got off him, and he was crying, actually crying tears. I didn't comfort him, I needed to be inside him. He was crying until I got the strap on lubed up and he got excited.

"Push into me, fuck my ass, dom me so hard I can't breathe," he begged.

"You're so sexy baby boy," I said, as I began to inch into him.

"Baby, I don't want to make you insecure, but I'm not an, Um, stranger to pegging, you can move faster."

I bottomed out and we shared a moan. I pulled him up against me, needing to feel his skin. I began to work his cock as I thrust into him. The dildo rubbed my clit.

"So good, so fucking full," he said with a whine.

"My little femboy, so good and innocent. You're so desperate!" I cried as I felt myself giving over to pleasure.

"H-Honey," he whined. He'd never called me that before, and it made me weak.

"You're so good to me," he said weakly.

"I can't believe I'm inside my boy, you are so sexy," I told him.

He began to cum at those words, and the way he convulsed pressed against my clit and I came as well. I held his spurting cock. I always loved when he came, he was so out of control, so needy.

"C-can you do my makeup?" Asked Timmy.

"I'd love nothing more," I said lovingly.