MiniSeries About Timothee Chalamet

I Messed Up

Info - leading someone on, age gap, jealousy, apology, slight oral (Fem receiving), allusions to smut

"It's not that I don't like you," I said, running a hand through my hair agitatedly.

"Then what is it?" She pleaded and I hated the tears in her eyes. I went to wipe some away punt she pushed back. Filming was wrapping soon and the whole time there had been this odd tension between us. We clearly meshed well. I wanted her and she wanted me but I was scared.

She was five years younger than me. I didn't want to hurt her. I hadn't been in a relationship in years at this point. What if I wasn't a relationship person anymore?

"You're so young, I don't want to hurt you," I explained.

"So I'm like a child you're protecting?" She snapped.

"No, that's not it," I sighed, I was frustrated with myself.

"Whatever Timothée, I thought you cared. You just led me on this whole time," she said and flounced away. That was the last time I'd see her until we did PR tours.

My days felt darker after that. I didn't know if I missed her or if I felt bad for what I'd done. One day I was scrolling on Twitter when I saw a picture of her smiling with some guy on a walk. That smile, fuck, what had I done? I was beyond stupid.

I was speeding to her house. That picture had opened a yawning hole of need for her inside me. She was all I wanted, and I'd wasted so much damn time!

Now I was beating her door down. She answered in a short midnight blue nightgown and fuck, she looked like a walking wet dream.

"I messed up, I want you," I said, clutching at my heart as if that would help heal the hole.

"Oh yeah?"

"I was afraid, but I'm not anymore, I want you so much," I said, surprised that tears were welling in my eyes.

"Come here," she opened her arms. I dove in, kicking the door shut with my foot. I was all over her as I kissed her. I picked her up and spun her around.

"Timmy," she giggled and the sound made my cock twitch.

"Tell me you aren't with someone else," I begged as I placed her on the counter. I didn't know if it would stop me if she was. I was making quick work of pulling down her panties.

"No, I waited," she told me and I was beaming.

"Let me make the first of many apologies," I sighed as I buried myself in her heat.

"Oh yes," she moaned as I lapped at her deliciousness.