MiniSeries About Timothee Chalamet

One Night Stand (P1)

Info - a bit of smut, unprotected sex, mentions of titty fuck, one night stand turns into more, unplanned pregnancy, co parenting, asking for sex, denial of sex, pining, admission of love, mentions of finger and oral (female receiving), body negativity after pregnancy

"Hey," I said, eyes sparkling at I walked up to the boy who kept smiling and letting his eyes slide to me.

"Timothée," he smiled.

"So, you going to let jump your bones, or just keep making bedroom eyes at me and do nothing," I said, pressing my body against his.

"I would love you to jump my bones," he chuckled.

"Take me," I begged.

He was a wild ride, prepping me with fingers and tongue and then plunging a cock twice the size of anything I'd ever had inside me.

"Woah, Timothée," I moaned as I rode him up and down, my legs in a frog position, bouncing desperately.

"Fucking hell you take me deep baby, making my cock fucking ache for you," he was wailing, arching into me and squeezing his eyes in pleasure.

"I love how vocal you are, oh fuck my tits next, I want your fat cock to spray cum all over my face," I begged.

"Yes, oh fuuuuck," he moaned.

We went round after round and I was riding my high so hard afterward, we ended up swapping phones. It sucked because I would've loved to meet up with him again.

After the night, I began feeling a bit sick. I knew what it could mean, from how many rounds we'd stuffed into one night. I was in denial. A stranger, good looking and sweet as he might've been, could not be the father of the baby I'd always dreamed of having. I didn't want to get an abortion and I didn't want to have a stranger baby daddy, so I put it off, regardless of how many periods I'd missed.

I finally took the test when a small band of fat easily grew a band of fat around my abdomen. I tested pregnant and I hadn't been sexually actively since so I knew it was Timothée. Fuck, I didn't even have his last name. I reluctantly searched through his phone, hoping to get a friend or loved one so I could get ahold of him.

Finally, I had a cafe date with him. He came in looking wildly excited. I even thought I saw his length hard in his pants.

"I know why you called me here," he said confidentially.

"Why?"

"That night we fucked, best sex of my damn life, I have been daydreaming about you for months," he said and gasped at the end as if he was already picturing it.

"Timmy," I said, putting my hand over his. He made a face, I couldn't read it. I'd never called him that nickname except in my head as I'd imagined him and being partners as we parented.

"I had a great time too, but I'm pregnant," I said. His mouth hung open. He took about five minutes to find himself.

"Timothée?"

"What are you going to do?" He asked and I sighed. I knew he'd never be someone to try to force me to make a decision.

"I'm keeping them, I've always wanted a kid, and I didn't think it'd happen like this, but..."

"No, no, that's great! I was hoping you'd say that. I want to be as involved as I can possibly be. As much as you'll let me," he said desperately, and grabbed my hands.

"I'd love for you to be involved, I mean we could-"

"Move in with me!" He begged.

"Really?" I grinned.