MiniSeries About Timothee Chalamet

The Girls (The end)

Info - reader with big boobs, accidentally posting semi-nude, boob obsessed Timmy, unprotected sex, hitting boobs, naming body parts, wanting to die by a sex act, smoking weed, Motorboating

"Timmy, pass the blunt," I said. I took a drag.

"Mmm, you're so sexy," he said, scooting towards me. He tangled his hand with mine.

"Can I take a picture of our hands and post it?" He asked.

"Awww baby, yeah," I said and kissed his neck. He did take a picture and posted it to his story.

"You know, I'm not too high to not appreciate that tank top," he smirked. I smirked as well, I'd worn it on purpose. He straddled my lap. He then began leaving sloppy wet kiss after sloppy wet kiss on my cleavage.

I smiled down at my adoring boyfriend. I picked up my phone so I could look at the picture he'd posted on his Instagram story.

"Timothée Hal Chalamet! You idiot!" I shouted.

"Hmmmm?" He asked, raising his head.

"You posted a screenshot of your Home Screen," I shrieked and showed him the picture of him using his hands as a bra for me. He smiled smugly.

"Why are you smiling?"

"Because, now everyone sees how damn sexy you are, but only I get my rounds with you and the twins," he smirked.

"You rascal," I laughed as he pulled down my top and bra. He shoved his face between my breasts and shook his head.

"Mmmmm, hello girls," he said and squeezed one of my tits.

"You're so goofy, you're going to name them at some point."

"Titiana? Boobbella? Breasta?"

"You're ridiculous," I laughed. "But oh baby, I have a good idea." I pushed him back and took off my tank top and bra.

"How about this one is called Timothée Chalamet's," I said and held up my left breast. "And this one is named property."

"I love your ideas," he growled and then he tackled me to the floor. He didn't even bother with his shirt, just ripped out pants off and began to go to town inside me. He slapped my tits and watched them jiggle.

"Fuck me they're perfect," he moaned. His hips were so fast and I was writhing from the power of his thrusts.

"Fuck, gotta taste," he moaned and began to suck my nipples. His eyes were rolling back in his head.

"Baby, isn't it so so sexy the world has seen the girls but only I get them? Only I get to lick and suck, only I get to shove my face in them and fucking suffocate," he whimpered.

"I guess," I giggled. "I guess it's how I feel when the fans comment on how hot you are and I know I am the only one who gets to touch you."

"Baby, if I'm ever on life support or about to die, just tell everyone to leave and just shove your boobs in my face. Suffocate me, let the last thing I do is have my face between your tits," he begged.

"You are so weird," I laughed and squeezed his ass.

"I love them," he pouted.

"I know sweetie," I said and ran my hands through his hair. He began to suck on my breasts hard, he loved marking them. His hips sped and I whined his name.

"You're a fucking animal," I cried as I came. He was panting on my tits as he spilled into me. He fucked his cum a bit deeper and collapsed, face stuffed with my breast.

"Feel good?" I asked.

"Mmmhmm," came his muffled affirmation.