MiniSeries About Timothee Chalamet

Subby Bully (The End)

Info - needy Timmy, whiny Timmy, wanting to be more than hook ups, mommy kink, slapping, sub Timmy, sub space, cumming in boxers, unprotected sex, baby talk, crying during sex

"Mommy please," he whined as I rode him. He'd been pestering me all day because he'd overheard Eric Rush asking if I had a boyfriend. I'd told him I didn't and he'd asked me out. I said I'd think about it.

Timothée was mad I hadn't said that he was my boyfriend. Since then he'd been begging me to make it official. I'd gotten so sick of his complaining I'd taken him into the closet and did the one thing I'd hoped would shut him up, but it didn't.

"Timmy," I growled, and slapped his face. He whimpered, holding his face with reverence as if I'd honored him.

"I wanna be yours, I wanna belong to you," he complained. "I wanna know I can put my thingy in you whenever I need to. I want to hug and kiss you, and suck on your titties after school. I want to lay in your arms and have you get out all my slutty milk."

"We already do those things," I said, trying my best to ride him to a point he couldn't form words, but he was tough.

"Wanna be yours forever, wanna be your boyfriend, please, I'll be so good. I'll be the best boy I can be. Please own me mommy, please," he begged me and to my surprise tears began to dribble down his cheeks. He was crying because he wanted to be mine so badly.

I leaned down and kissed him. He made satisfied little noises into my mouth. He seemed to think the kiss was a positive sign because he didn't push me away to complain more.

"Alright baby boy, you can be mine, mommy will be your girlfriend," I purred in his ear. He gasped and came. His load was bigger than it'd ever been and I sighed as I rocketed into my orgasm as well. I used his cock to further pleasure me as I came, letting my walls squeeze him.

"I'm your boyfriend!" He said happily. I realized after we got dressed that the poor thing was in sub space. He tripped trying to get the door for me and giggled.

"Come on you," I sighed and helped him up. He was practically draped on me as I tried to move him to class. He kept kissing my neck and calling me pretty.

"Guys this is my girlfriend," Timothée said dreamily as we walked in class and I cringed. I tried to sit him down but he was so handsy I nearly lost my skirt several times.

Finally, I was in my seat and the teacher was only just arriving. Thank goodness she hadn't seen any of that embarrassing affair. I thought too soon, because Timothée came right over and sat in my lap, nuzzling his nose into my neck.

"Baby," I said worriedly.

"Yeah mommy?"

"You can't call me that right now," I whispered back.

"Timothée, please find your own seat," the teacher said in a scandalized voice.

"But this is my girlfriend," he said crossly.

"Be that as it may, you need to sit in your own seat," she said.

"What a big meanie," he grumbled, licked a stripe up my neck and got off. The second class was over he was on me again.

"You're obsessed," I giggled. He gave me a stricken look and grabbed his crotch.

"I came," he said embarrassedly.

"From my laugh?"

"From mommy's laugh yes," he whined.

"Let's take of you in the bathroom," I sighed.

"Thank you," he whimpered.

"What are girlfriends for?" I asked.

"M'gonna do it again if you don't stop," he gasped.