MiniSeries About Timothee Chalamet

Sneaky Link (Part 2)

Info - cocky Timmy, hurting Timothée's cock, jealousy, washing penis, blindfolding, oral (female receiving), over the clothes action, non monogamy, handjob

My house was closer to the club than his. He had me pressed against the wall, rubbing my clit wildly through my clothes. I gasped into his mouth.

"Bet I can make you come with all your clothes on," he chuckled.

"You're such a cocky bastard," I said and yanked on his hair.

"Oh come on, you know you love my cock," he said and licked my neck.

"Come on, we're doing something sexy," I said and made him sit at the table.

"I have to do activities to fuck you now?" He whined.

"Did you hook up with the tight blonde from work this week?"

"Maaaaaybe," he said, avoiding my eyes. I sighed and went to my basket of washed clothes.

"Pants down," I ordered.

"Now that's what I like to hear," he crowed. He did as I said as I wetted the wash cloth I had. I grabbed his cock and began to rub the cloth up and down it.

"Woah, a bit aggressive," he gasped.

"Yeah well, I fuck clean dicks, not ones that ride all over town," I growled.

"Come on," he said and tried to stop my hand.

"You know you're my favorite," he said, trying to give me a charming smile. I just worked his cock harder.

"Ouch, fuck, y/n, be nicer, I like you when you're nice," he pouted. I knew if he was really in a lot of pain he'd say our safe word.

"There," I said, satisfied at last.

"It's not like I didn't shower after," he snapped.

"If you want something done well, do it yourself," I smiled wickedly.

I was blindfolding him next. He was complaining, but I didn't care.

"I'm going to put on different flavors of chapstick. If you guess, I suck your dick, if not, you eat me out."

"Okay," he breathed. I grabbed my purse. I rubbed my strawberry chapstick onto my lips.

"Okay, here I come," I said and I leaned into him. I kissed him for a long moment. I caressed his throat as I did and he whined into my mouth.

"What flavor Timothée?" I asked him.

"How am I supposed to know, I can't think straight," he mumbled.

"Try," I smirked.

"Cherry," he tried.

"Strike one," I said gently. He sighed. I wiped off that flavor. I put on the next one. I kissed him again and this time I used careful and loving hands on his cock. I slowly stroked him, and my thumb swiped his head. His groan was deep in his throat. He was panting when I withdrew.

"Please fuck me," he begged. "Let me see you."

"Flavor?"

"Eucalyptus?"

"Ehhhh, wrong again, two strikes you can't win now," I said and removed his blindfold.

"We're not fucking until you've eaten me out, guests get served first," I winked and laid on the kitchen table and shimmied off my pants and panties.

"I just wanna put my cock in you," he whined.

"Eat Timothée," I ordered. His face lowered to between my thighs. He began to slurp at me, trying to get me to come fast.

"God bless your meal," I chuckled. He growled into my pussy. He began to lick, lapping at me generously. I moaned and arched into his face. He pressed my hips down and wouldn't let me clamp my thighs together.

He kissed my clit before he sucked it into his mouth. He sucked hard and his tongue placed pressure on it.

"Ah! Ah! T-Timmy," I whimpered and I fell apart. I was shuddering as I came. I pulled at his hair wildly. He groaned into my cunt.

"I'm fucking you allllll night," he said, looking drunk with lust.