MiniSeries About Timothee Chalamet

The Pillow p2

Info - erotic novel, self conscious Timmy, needy reader, dry humping, getting off from dry humping, recreating book scene, dom Timmy, degrading language like slut, whore, cock whore, dirty talk, unprotected sex, reader asking Timothée not to be nice, thigh slapping, choking, crying from desperation

Y/n and I had been reading some of my fanfiction together, and did my fans ever have dirty minds. Recreating it was fun, but one day I found something under her pillow. It was an erotic novel. On the front was a burly, shirtless man, with a rock hard six pack. A woman clung to him desperately.

Is this what she wanted? Had she been so insatiable lately because my body wasn't what wanted?

"Timmy," I heard her call and I stuffed the book back under the pillow. She was straddling me and kissing me heavily. I just couldn't get into it. I knew she wanted broader shoulders, a hard stomach, and a tanned, hairier body. She wanted masculine.

"You seem off," she breathed into my lips.

"Are you attracted to me?" I asked.

"Isn't this the man who found me humping a pillow to sex stories about him?" She quipped.

"Yeah, and you've been pretty needy ever since we've started acting them out," I said slowly.

"Shouldn't that give you a clue about my feelings," she asked and began to kiss my neck.

"But I found this," I said, and took out the book. She looked confused.

"You've been really needy, is that because I'm not satisfying you? Do you wish I looked like him?" I asked. She burst into laughter and I felt angry.

"Don't laugh at me," I snapped.

"I'm not, it's just I'm so damn attracted to you it's insane. My friend leant me that and begged me to read it. I'm having trouble getting through it because of the male character. He isn't kind like you, he's all muscle and no brains. I am obsessed with your body. You're just my type. Plus, you may not be hyper masculine, but you sure know how to dominate, and that's sexy as hell."

I grew hard under her as she spoke.

"I've been needy because now you're finally seeing how I always feel. I adore you, and I want it all the time," she sighed, reaching into my shirt to play with my nipples.

"So, I worried for nothing?" I asked.

"Yeah. Now there's a scene in this book that did intrigue me. One time he asked her to get off on his clothed hard on alone. I think your slut could do that for you, don't you?"

The idea made me heady with desire. I nodded, and began to kiss her furiously. She was moaning into the kiss.

"Don't be nice to me," she begged as I pulled off my pants. "Call me names and hurt me."

"Whatever my cock whore wants, she gets," I nodded, leaning back with a smirk to watch her work. She was naked, and began to rub herself on my boxer clad boner.

"You're so big this will be easy," she gasped, and played with her nipples.

"That's right, my slut looooooves big cocks. Poor thing never had one as big as mine until I came along. Your hole wasn't filled, you were so needy weren't you?" I cooed.

"Yes, so empty until I had you," she said as she rode my bulge. It was wet with her arousal and my precum.

She sped up when I slapped her thigh. She let out a whine of desire. I massaged her ass as she continued to rub her clit on my stiff cock.

"Oh, Timmy, how could you ever think I didn't adore your body. I'm so horny, holy fuck," she was actually shedding tears.

"Oh my dear slut, I know now. I know you're so horny for me. Only I get to see you this desperate. Outside our house you're such a proper lady, but I get you alone and you're a salivating cock whore, isn't that right?"

"Yes, no manners, I'm so crude and sexual and unladylike, all for your sexy body and cock," she swore. I yanked her down by her neck to kiss me. She was moaning into my mouth. She took a shuttering breath in, and I knew she'd came. She whimpered as she rode out her orgasm.

"Now!" I growled and turned us over. I ripped down my boxers, and my length slapped my stomach.

"It's so big! I hope it bruises my cervix," she writhed. I guided myself into her, despite her proclamation, I didn't want to hurt her in that way.

"You're so damn fast, how do you do it?" She pleaded, eyes watering with lust and desperation.

"Helps when you have a slut who is soaked," I chuckled.

"Oh, oh, oh," she moaned as I fucked her hard. She gripped my arms to anchor her. I swirled my cock in her, making sure every wall was adequately massaged.

"You're probably the dirtiest minded fan I have, aren't you? You probably just go around thinking about my cock all day, holding that aching pussy and waiting for me to get home."

"Yes, let me be the dirtiest, let me treat you right, fuck I'm close," she whined.

"Me too," I agreed and I grabbed her throat harshly. She thrusted upward to meet me as her walls began to contract deliciously.

"There it is," I smirked.

"Give me your cum, want it all, fill me!" She begged. I gave her one more powerful thrust, and I emptied my balls inside her.

"Thank you," she sobbed. "Thank you Timothée."