MiniSeries About Timothee Chalamet

Not The Only One

Info - angst, light hand job, argument, divorced couple, booty call

"Baby," he moaned as his groggy eyes opened and I began to pump his morning wood.

"See baby," I began excitedly and he rolled his eyes, pulling his cock out of my grasp as he turned over.

"We've had this conversation so many times, it's involuntary. It's left over from when we were together."

"We could still be together," I said weakly.

"Y/n," he said, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"We were married Timmy, married, and you always act like the divorce was desired on both sides. I wanted counseling, I wanted to work it out. I've held out on my love for you for years."

"You always do this when we hook up. You promise you WONT bring up anything intense, you say you'll just do whatever I want, and then this."

"Because you give me hints! You ask I wanna stay the night, you ask for cock warming, you call me baby, and you pretend the whole time that you don't know you ripped out and stamped on my heart," I said pleadingly, but he wouldn't look at me. "Timmy, I have never EVER gone back on the vow of forever. Why do you keep your heart so locked up when you know you own mine? Huh? I try to live in denial that you wouldn't purposefully hurt me, but this hurts!"

"STOP IT! You're always putting the blame on me. I tried to break up with you before we got married because of my work schedule and you convinced me to make it work!"

I sat up completely naked and looked at my gorgeous ex husband, the love of my life, and whom I hated more than anyone else right now.

"You told me you were glad of that," I sniffed. "You're the one who proposed a year later."

"I was.... At the time," he said cagily and began to get up.

"STOP IT! You always do this, I want to have a real conversation. If you EVER want my pussy again, you will talk to me."

"I-, y/n you think I don't care, but I do. I don't want to hurt you," he said slowly. "The whole conversation will hurt."

"Then I suppose I need to be hurt," I said stoically.

"I know I acted like an ass in the divorce, but watching you fight so hard for something I knew wouldn't work, hurt like hell."

"How did you know?"

"Like I said, too busy. I can't give anyone enough time, especially you someone value, you'll just be disappointed," he said solemnly.

"You value me?" I asked desperately.

"See, y/n this is what you do. You take any care I give you, and you twist it into a sign we'll get back together."

"So why do you give the signs?" I asked with tears rolling down my cheeks.

"I can't help it, we have a history," he said and I was shocked that he sniffed, obviously fighting tears.

"Am I not enough?" I said quietly. "You know don't answer that. This is impossible. Please don't give me booty calls anymore, when you know I'll drop whatever I am doing and come."

"Y/n, come on baby," he said and slapped his forehead, knowing he'd fucked up again.

"Good bye Timothée, it's glad to know I'm not the only one struggling, but this is too much."