MiniSeries About Timothee Chalamet

Horny Jail P1

Info - toxic power dynamic, pregnant reader, cop reader, soft boy Timothée, sub Timmy, mentioning abortion, lactation kink, hand job, fingering, stealing, middle finger, bad boy Timmy, sex in jail cell, potentially getting caught, reader with big boobs, needy Timmy, calling Timothée an attention whore

I hated working pregnant, but what was I to do when my boyfriend dumped me for not terminating my pregnancy. My uniform was getting tighter and a lot of the other officers were being pervy and looking at my growing, leaking breasts. I'd reported some to HR, but nothing had been done.

I didn't know how interesting this shift would be. I heard crying and rolled my eyes. I knew who it was because he always did this. He was a punk, who did some shit, then cried when him and his buddies were caught and separated.

"Really Timothée?" I asked him.

"I can't help it, I hate this place," he wept. He was a softy at heart, he only acted up to impress his friends.

"Then why'd you do it?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," he said, turning away. I opened my phone to the picture my chief had sent me. Now that I was looking at it again, it struck me just how sexy it was. His gorgeous tongue out for the world to see. The flaming red hair, whose roots were growing back in the natural dark brown. The incredibly long middle finger that looked like it could reach my G spot. Damn, I'd always found him attractive, but this was a new intense desire. It must've been pregnancy hormones.

"This is you isn't it?" I asked, turning the phone his way.

"Ummmmm," he was anxiously twirling his rings, which was even hotter.

"You HAD to know it was a bad idea to steal a sign off the prison's building and then take a picture with it, with your middle finger up," I sighed.

"I wanted attention," he said in a small voice.

"That's all you ever want, you're such an attention whore," I said with a roll of my eyes. I watched him move his hands subtly to his crotch. Had he enjoyed being called a whore? I just had to know.

"Are you concealing a weapon?" I asked with a smirk.

"Huh? No, I was already frisked," he grumbled.

"I think you are," I said, stalking into his cell. I removed his hands from his boner and smiled smugly.

"That's not a weapon," he whispered.

"Oh I know exactly what it is," I said and rubbed him over his jeans. His eyes rolled back into his head.

"I don't know Tim, it's hard, and we both know it shoots, sounds like a weapon to me," I shrugged.

"Why are you doing this?" He asked in a strangled voice.

"Just helping out a citizen in need, isn't that what the police are for?"

"Fuuuuck," he moaned, and I climbed on his cot with him.

"Want some comfort and attention?" I purred. He wagged his head desperately. I kissed him and we were removing articles of clothing. The possibility of being caught was setting my cunt on fire.

"Hold on!" He said, looking at my bare breasts and stomach. One nipple had a drop of milk dangling from it.

"You're p-pregnant?" He asked, his naked chest beginning to heave.

"Don't worry, I'm not cheating on - WOAH!"

He had buried his face in my large breast, he was suckling hard at my nipple. His other hand desperately massaged my other tit. It was tantalizing to watch his huge hand massage my swells.

"Timothée what are you doing?" I moaned, because it felt so good. He alternated sucking, swirling my bud in his mouth, and flicking his tongue against it. His little needy sounds were so sexy I ached.

"C-Called lactation fetish, it's where I need my milk," he gasped and went back to stuffing his face aggressively against my breast.

"Fuck, I didn't know that existed, feels so good," I whined as I played with his bright red curls. That tongue is admired was now lapping up my milk. I felt more core burn.

"I know you're kinda desperate," I gasped. "But I need those fucking long fingers Timmy, I think I'll die if you don't finger me."

He moved off me, dreamily. Milk trailed from his pink lips and I shuddered. We took our bottoms off. He rammed two long fingers inside me, but still found a way to suck on my breasts. He was moaning, and I took his hard cock and worked him up and down.

"Mt, mt, mt, mmmm, mt, mt," went his needy suckles. That paired with the wet sound of his fingers and me working his cock had me nearly ablaze.

"You taste so good officer," he shuddered.

"Don't stop!" I begged. "Suck, baby, suck."

He did suck, and I watched his cheeks hollow and his lips move. He was such a bad boy, reduced to this needy angel on my tit. I was a heralded police officer, letting an inmate nurse while he fingered me and I pumped his leaky cock. The idea was almost scandalous enough within itself to make me come.

"You feel really good baby boy, your fingers are amazing," I leaned down to whisper in his ear. He moaned on my tit and his digits went faster.

"Fuck your cock is big, why I didn't I know you had this all along?" I asked him, still in hushed tones. He whimpered on me when I squeezed his stiff member. I swiped his dripping slit and he cried out around a mouth full of milk and nipple. His shuddered cock was cumming everywhere in an erratic fashion. It just kept spurting as he moaned and swallowed the milk he loved. I came next, his curling fingers sending me over the edge.

"Oh, oh, Timothée, oh, fuck, that's so, ahhhh! I'm coming, fuck, baby, Timmy, oh ah!" I panted and his coated cock twitched in my hand.

"Okay, we both came, gotta get dressed before someone sees," I said, and tried to pull my nipple from his mouth. He groaned in protest.

"Timmy," I begged. My nipple stretched as I tried to get him to release.

"Just one more mouthful," he begged me in a tiny voice. "Just let me make my cheeks full of milk like a chipmunk, and let me swallow it all, then you can have your nipple back."

"Oh alright bad boy," I chuckled. He shuddered with thanksgiving and went back to fill his mouth.