Long Timothee Chalamet Stories

Interrupted (Part 4)

Warnings - needy, cock warming, fucking where people can see, jealousy, multi birth, pregnant reader, baby moon, Zendaya slander, getting caught by paps, pregnant sex, love making, self hate, inviting yourself to something, aging Timothée, hand job

A/N - no hate to Zendaya, she's amazing, I just used her for this fic. Also sorry for the cliff hanger, feel free to hate me👍

We loved Z and Tom, we really did, but both of us had been annoyed when they'd invited themselves on our Babymoon. They were pregnant too. I just wanted to be with my Timothée, it felt like we hadn't been truly alone in so long. We were stealing any moment we could. Even the separate rooms wasn't enough.

We were in the ocean, and he had his cock buried inside me. A few feet off were Zendaya and Tom. Zendaya had, had me feeling self conscious all week. She was a cute pregnant. She had a slim form with just a small baby bump even though she was pretty far along. She was what they meant when someone said 'you're glowing!'. She was all clear skin, beautiful curls, and gentle beauty.

My body? I'd bloated in other places. My breasts were saggy, my feet had swelled, my stomach was huge. I was always sweaty, and weak, that was the worst part. I could hardly do anything myself, Timothée always had to help me. I was so mad I was stressing him out. Not to mention, I'd gotten crazy news on my last doctors visit, and I'd been lying to Timothée about it. I had hoped this retreat would make me feel better.

"Mmmm," I licked his collar bones. "Remember when we used to do this all the time?" I asked.

When I found out he liked cock warming it had intrigued me. I didn't think I particularly cared either way, boy had I been wrong. I adored it. It wasn't just a sexual thing, it added so much intimacy to our life. We'd used to do it constantly before the kids. We would work from home, naked, with him inside me. Reading? He was inside me, chilling, he was there, a movie, a dinner at home, we shared it that way. It was like hugging in a way, just romantic. And yes, it usually did lead to sex, but in our defense, so did hugging.

"Yeah, I miss it. Don't get me wrong, I love our life, but if I could change one thing, it'd be more time with you," he said.

"Holy fuck!" I said in awe.

"What baby?" He asked worriedly.

"You have a grey hair! A grey curl more like," I said examining it with fascination.

"I do?" He asked self consciously.

"Yeah," I held it like it was a easily breakable thing.

"Are you upset? You love my hair, I can dye it if you want?"

"No, don't you dare," I said, and began to tear up.

"Oh no, Princess, what is wrong?" He asked.

"Nothings wrong, I'm happy," I smiled.

"Yeah?" He asked.

"We've been together so long that I'm seeing you with grey hair. I'm, I'm just honored, blessed, whatever you want to call it. I'm so happy I'm yours, and that we're together."

"Mon Amor," he sighed. "You say the loveliest things, I'm happy too! I can't believe we have three children and have one on the way," he said, pressing a hand against my stomach. I looked away from him. What would he think when he knew I lied. It wasn't one, and this would affect our life for years. Would he leave me? Go elsewhere to find his pleasure and not have the pressure of fatherhood. He could afford the child support easily. These were the dark thoughts that plagued my mind sometimes. Logic should have proved me wrong, and yet.

"I know they're close, but fuck me please," I begged, needing to know he wanted me. He did as I asked. He began to rut his hips into me. He was moving at a perfect speed, not too fast, not too slow.