MiniSeries About Timothee Chalamet

Medium (The End)

Info - reader has medium boobs, self conscious about boobs, unprotected sex, motorboat, PDA

"Timmy I'm not going!" I shouted and he skidded out of his walk in closet. He looked at me worriedly for a moment and then he gasped.

"You look phenomenal!" He crowed.

"I don't, don't lie," I snapped.

"What are you talking about?" He demanded. "I'm obsessed."

"You are?"

"Please, I need to fuck you before we go," he begged.

"But my boobs, they aren't filling the blouse," I sighed.

"Baby, I love them," he said, grabbing my waist and diving his face into my cleavage. He waggled his head between them and I felt a giggle rise in my throat.

"Can I fuck you?" He asked.

"Always," I smiled. He lifted the dress and pulled down his pants. He was sheathed inside me and moaned.

"You feel like heaven," he said and began to thrust. He carefully pulled down the top of the dress so my breasts bounced free. He sighed in adoration and massaged them.

"I adore your boobs, they're not to big or too small they're perfect."

"Thank you Timothée," I blushed. I groaned as he hit my g spot particularly hard.

"Fuck baby, you feel so good," I whimpered.

"All for you baby, I live for you," he panted. I could tell neither of us would last long. The praise he was giving me had me wild.

"You're going to walk that red carpet with cum slipping down your thighs," he whined and massaged my breasts even more harshly. I didn't mind the roughness. I liked being a bit man handled by him.

"Oh fuck baby, I'm gonna cum, can I fill you?" He gasped.

"Rub my clit so I can get there too," I begged. He reached under my dress and furiously rubbed my bundle.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I whined. At the same time we exploded. He was filling me while my walls were spasming.

"Ohhhh, perfect," he groaned.

We left for the event and he was so touchy. I loved how he didn't engage in his no PDA rule when it came to me.

"Baby, there are already thirst traps of you," he whispered in my ear.

"You follow my tag on insta?" I asked as I looked at his phone.

"I might," he chuckled.