MiniSeries About Timothee Chalamet

No Dick December (The end)

Info - stopping having sex, Timmy with children, horny needy reader, trying not to come, crying from hormones, praise kink a lil bit, talking about having a baby, mentioning masturbation/cumming on someone/teasing, unprotected sex

"Didn't count, I didn't mean to come," I whined.

"Please!" He begged. "You're killing me."

"It'll be fun for you," I tried to convince him. "You love to tease, you can Jack off in front of me, cover me in cum, etc. it'll be so fun for you!"

"No, teasing is only fun when I get to fuck my girl at the end of it," he said with a whine.

"Look baby, I just think-"

A knock sounded at the door. We looked at one another in confusion. Neither of us were expecting guests.

We opened the door to Zendaya and Tom. In their stroller was baby DJ. He was adorable.

"We were taking a walk and thought we'd pop by if that's okay," Zendaya smiled.

"Oh I'm so happy you did," I said and invited them in. They sat down and I offered them coffee which turned into tea for Z since she was still breast feeding. When I turned back with the cups, I nearly dropped them.

Timothée was holding DJ on his lap. He was bouncing the giggling boy on his knee. He was making funny faces. Best of all I could tell he wasn't doing it to tease me, he did it because he wanted to. I was so wet. There was nothing sexier than a man playing with a baby.

I set down the mugs. I didn't hear any conversation as I kept my eyes glued to the way Timothée held and played with DJ. Finally, they were out the door and I had him pinned against the wall, kissing him recklessly.

"Cock, now," I panted. He was so used to listening that he did what I said. I slipped him inside me and felt a little more peace than before. I wanted the knot in my tummy to snap in only the way he could do it.

"You're soaked Mon amour, wait, no come Christmas," he said.

"I'm not coming," I panted, forehead pressed against his chest. I was squeezing my eyes shut, willing myself not to move.

"Wait, it was the baby wasn't it?" He crowed.

"Sh-shut up," I said, nearly trembling with need. If I moved, he'd hit that spot far back that so badly needed attending to right now.

"You wanna a baby love? Let's make a baby. Let's make a baby in the month where you're NOT supposed to be fucking me, how hot would that be?" He asked.

"Just once," I grunted and moved so that he pumped into me.

"Didn't that feel good, don't you want more?" He asked. Tears pricked my eyes and I looked up at him pitifully.

"Don't cry baby, let's just fuck," he said, and wiped the tear from my cheek. He knew I was weepy when I was needy.

"I-I, just don't make me come," I begged and I began to move. He moved with me.

"Timmy, you're huge!" I whimpered.

"Yeah and you're so wet it's dripping down your thighs sexy," he chuckled.

"No, no, I'm not," I lied, more trying to convince myself than him. He rammed into me and hit my g spot. I was full on crying now from how horny I was.

"You're so big and sexy, holy fuck, baby, I can't take it," I wailed.

"Yeah you can, you always say you can't but then you always do perfect," he chuckled. The praise was too much for me. I screamed and came on his cock. He came too, flooding me with cum. I was shaking and crying from how delicious it felt.

"Were you serious," I panted after I'd had a few minutes to recover. "About a baby?"

"Sure I was, I want a baby with you," he smiled kindly.

"Then absolutely fuck no dick December and fuck no cum Christmas," I cheered.

"That's my girl!"