MiniSeries About Timothee Chalamet

I Messed Up (The end)

Info - oral (female receiving), trust issues in a relationship, argument

"I'm sorry," I said and gave a lick.

"Mmm, again," she breathed. This was common, I'd initiate sex ore foreplay by apologizing for leading her on and taking so long to realize my feelings. She was always happy to hear it.

"I'm sorry," I said and flicked her clit with my tongue again.

"Dive in," she begged. I buried my face in her cunt. She was whining as her hands laced in my curls. I was feasting, the taste unlike any other thing in this world. She arched her pussy up into my face as I swirled my tongue inside her. She was panting. My favorite part was when she said my name. She said it like a prayer, like I was a god to her.

"Timmy," she whimpered. "So good."

I traced her clit with my tongue. I wanted her to explode all over my face. She tasted like a damn dream. I desperately suckled on her bundle and she came. She screamed my name and I sucked her juices down gratefully. Her muscles relaxed and she laid down, her body jelly.

"Wonderful apology," she sighed.

"I've been wondering, when are we going to be done with that?" I asked.

"With what?" She asked.

"Me apologizing," I said simply. She looked at me for a minute and threw a pillow at my head.

"Asshole!" She snapped. She stomped away, not even dressed on her bottom half. She was being so weird! Fine, if she didn't want to talk to me, I wouldn't talk to her. After a few minutes I realized that wasn't what I wanted to do. I didn't want her to stew alone, and I didn't want to isolate myself. I was a relationship person now, and fair was fair. I needed to talk to her. I went looking for her.

"Baby?" I called, looking into her bedroom. She looked miserable on her bed.

"Don't baby me! I thought you'd changed!" She snapped.

"I'm just not sure what I did wrong," I said carefully, I truly wasn't.

"You want to be done with apologies? That means you aren't really sorry, that means you lied to get sex because you don't see what you did as wrong. You want to be blameless Timothée again because you don't like the guilt!"

"No, sweet Angel, no," I said and sat next to her on the bed.

"I want you to forget it, I want you to trust me and know I'd never do it again, perhaps that is selfish but it's a place I want you to get to. I don't want you to live in fear. I don't want you to feel like unless I'm eating you out, I'm not sorry for what I did. I just want us to be Timothée and Y/n, not y/n and a potential huge mistake she can't trust."

"I know what you mean," she said, laying her head on my shoulder. "Thank you for being honest with me. It'll take some time, but I promise you, it'll come."

"That's all I needed to hear," I sighed and pulled her into my lap.