MiniSeries About Timothee Chalamet

Victory (The end)

Info - victory project, alternate reality, AI, argument, nearly spoiling plan, kidnapped, incel behavior, oral (female receiving)

"The pair of you are ridiculous, so love sick. You'd think Timothée was a god among men," giggled Bunny.

"I just adore him. I wish he could do the Victory project from home. I miss him so badly when he's away."

"Well, what did you do before you were married?" Alice asked.

"I can't.....," I trailed off. What had we done when we were dating and the insatiable need became too much to handle.

"The same as I do now, wait with bated breath for him to come home," I said, smile flickering back onto my face.

"I'm going to get some more water," I smiled again. I got up and went over to the refreshments. The men were talking in a cluster.

"She was my wife before, but you know, divorce loomed in the horizon, I had to hold her down somehow." I heard one say. I furrowed my brow. Divorce never happened in the Victory Project, or at least I'd never heard of it happening.

"Mine worked with me, she never flirted back or took any of my offers for a date. A man's got to do what he's got to do," he chuckled.

"Y/n was my wife too, but she grew distant," Timothée said.

I couldn't take my curiosity, was this some sort of make believe game they were playing? I marched over. Timothée's smile was bright.

"Hello Mon amour," he said gently.

"Can I talk to you Timmy?" I asked. He nodded and took me to the dressing room on the beach that was used to change.

"What were you all talking about?" I asked. "You said I grew distant and what the other men said. What did it mean?"

A flicker of fear and then his charming smile was back in place. I noted the first expression, it was important.

"What are you hiding?" I asked him slowly.

"Hiding, you know I'd never hide anything from you," he said.

"Something is happening, what does what they said have to do with the Victory Project?" I asked.

"Can you stop hounding me? I'm about to get promoted and this kind of talk will only hurt my work!" He snapped.

"Well if you'd just tell me the truth, then I wouldn't need to hound," I shot back. He looked furious for a moment and then he was kissing me. Makeup sex was always lovely with him. I sighed into his mouth. When he was like this, needy and grabby as he was now, I couldn't resist him.

"You can be so infuriating sometimes wife of mine," he chuckled, warm air engulfing my lips.

"Doesn't mean you need to yell at me," I said through kisses. He undid my bikini top, and my breasts fell free.

"Did I tell you how ravishing you look in that," he said as he massaged my breasts.

"Then ravish me," I begged. In my lust addled mind I wasn't even sure if it made sense but he was lowering, knowing exactly where I needed him. He undid the ties of the bikini bottom.

His mouth dove into my cunt. He was sucking my clit harshly. His tongue darted in and out of my entrance. I felt so sensitive and tender. He was making me whimper as he continued his work.

"Ohhh, Timmy, just like that," I praised him. He was alternating speeds, making my toes curl. His mouth felt desperate and that's how I always liked it best. He was slurping up my juices as eagerly ate me out. He took a break to nibble and lightly suckle on the insides of my thighs. I huffed and grabbed his hair to guide him back.

He chuckled at my show of dominance. He began to hum into my pussy as he lapped at my walls. The tip of his tongue delicately circled my bundle of nerves. The build off of when he'd press down had me fisting his curls hard.

"Timothée!" I gasped as he finally pressed his tongue down and I came undone wildly. I sighed happily.

"What were we fighting about?" I asked dazedly.

"Who knows," he chuckled, mouth slick.