MiniSeries About Timothee Chalamet

Non-Monogamous

Info - open relationship, mentions of cheating, gaslighting, vulnerability, toxicity, make-up sex, crying, Timothée being vulnerable when he usually isn't, possessive, feeling small and insignificant, toxic parents, unprotected sex, self-sabotage, fingering, stopping sex

It was decided, Timothée and I were in an open relationship. He'd said all his lines about ice cream and flavors and I'd caved.I did have a rule about not being in our house though, which I prayed he'd be decent enough to respect.

He was much better now. He was kind and adoring all the time instead of just when he needed to make things up to me. I was really liking it, but something tickled the back of my mind. It wasn't exactly like I also hadn't had opportunities to cheat, I had, I just had self control. A very hot guy named Nicolas had often checked in to see if I was still with my "prick" boyfriend. How would Timothée react? Would he shrug it off? I'd never seen him possessive, but possibly.

"I can't believe you're really letting me do this," Nicolas said as he kissed me. I'd had to explain to him many times that it was just sex, and that he had to wear a condom. He'd still been overjoyed.

"You should leave that guy, someone as sexy as you shouldn't be treated that way," he said as he fondled my breasts.

"Please no talk about him, don't you want me to feel good?" I asked.

"Definitely!" He said and pushed two fingers into me. I was shocked at how good it felt, not as good as Timothée, but still lovely. We were in mine and Timothée's room because I secretly wanted to be caught. Brooke was no longer speaking to me, but I wondered if she'd be a little proud of me. I had specifically made sure he hadn't specified I couldn't fuck someone in our house.

"Wow, Nick, you feel good," I whined.

"Oh, hearing you say my name like that is a dream come true," he moaned.

"Can I put on the condom now?" He begged. He rubbed my clit as I nodded. He pulled his fingers out and sucked them with a whimper. He rolled on the condom and quickly entered me. Of course, he was nowhere near the length of Timothée, but who was?

"You actually feel really good," I said as he began to thrust. He moved forward and kissed me. Somehow, this felt the most wrong.

"What the FUCK!" A hellish voice growled. Nick was ripped off me.

"Get the fuck out of OUR house," Timothée said to the man on the floor, but his eyes never left me.

"What were you doing," he snapped.

"Only what you do all the time, we're in an open relationship," I said confidently.

"No we aren't," he rushed to me, and his pants were down. He furiously pumped his cock, and entered me harshly.

"Did he have a bigger cock than me?" He demanded, lightning flashing in his eyes.

"I thought I was an ice cream flavor," I rolled my eyes. He began to slam into me, rolling his hips in a way he knew made me weak.

"Don't tell me you actually believed that shit," he said.

"You act like it," I said and he actually looked ashamed. I had never seen him look ashamed of cheating.

"Was his cock bigger than mine?" He spat. I heard the door slam, meaning Nick was gone.

"No, alright no, fuck," at my admittance, he thrust forward roughly.

"Knew it," he chuckled.

"You're so cocky," I snarled.

"Just claiming what's mine," he snapped.