Long Series About Timothee Chalamet

Newly Weds (P1)

Warnings - mentions of lots of sex, oral (male receiving)

Timothée and I were just married. Even though we'd already gotten back from our Honeymoon and somewhat adjusted back to normal life, Timothée was still extremely needy. It was like some part of him had to be inside me at all times.

He was averaging about three times a day at this point. Always first thing when he woke up, and always right before bed, then some random time in the day. He told me he couldn't start or end his day without being inside me first, when I'd laughed, he'd said it just made sense to him. Why wouldn't he start and end the day with his favorite thing?

We'd just got done an absolutely wild session, where he'd gone so fast I was worried he'd buck me off the bed. I'd loved every minute of it. We were now just basking in the afterglow of sex. We were sweaty, giggly, and adoring.

"Ms. Chalamet, Can you blow me?" He asked after a few minutes.

"Timothée," I giggled.

"What," he asked knowingly, pushing my hair back from my face.

"This is what, blow job number three of the day? Not to mention we had sex twice. How is your libido so high?" I wasn't asking to be rude, I was a very sexual person myself, but I was curious.

"It's you, I've genuinely never been like this," he shrugged.

"Wait, really?" I asked sitting up. He got distracted for a moment by my now uncovered breasts, before getting to his answer.

"Yeah, with my past relationships, sex once a day was rare. It was more like once a week. I was pretty okay with that. With you, fuck, it's hard to explain, but I can never get enough."

"Am I not satisfying you when we do it? Is that why you need it more?" I asked with knitted brows.

"What?!" He demanded. "Absolutely not, baby, it's so good, it's the best I've ever had. Like I said, it's hard to explain. It's like when you watch a really, really good movie, and when it's over you say 'I would 100% watch that again right now, I wouldn't mind it at all," he told me.

"That is so sweet," I softened.

"I just, fuck, I'm obsessed with you. I'm addicted to you. I thought my sexual appetite would fade as we spent longer together, you know, life and stuff, but marrying you only increased it. I can't believe I get to have you, you're really mine, and I like proving it over and over again."

"I just don't know how you do it ..... physically, how are your balls not empty? Like how do you have any cum left?" I chuckled.

"Are you cum shaming me," he said with mock indignation. I burst into laughter.

"No," I said with tears in my eyes. "I guess I just lucked out huh?"

"I guess so," he said kissing me lightly.

"Alright, greedy boy," I said. I sat up and tied my hair out of my face. He was watching every movement I made. He watched my breasts swing, and my fingers move. I peeled the covers off his body and noticed he was already semi-hard again.

I took him in my hand. I watched and felt him grow as I pumped him up and down. He was starry-eyed and squirmy for me.

"Yes, thank you," he breathed.

I kept going, swiping his head gently. With my other hand, I flicked at his nipples, aiming to increase his pleasure. I used two hands to roll his cock between them.

"Yes, thank you, thank you, thank you," he moaned as he arched.

Finally, I leaned down to suck on him. He let out a pitiful groan when my lips touched him. My core was reheating at the sounds he made. I was sure he'd be more than happy to go down on me after this. I swiped my tongue over his slit several times.

"You are, fuck, so, shit, I can't even speak," he sputtered.

I hummed on his cock, which made him nearly squeak with desire and surprise. His moans were high-pitched and breathy, as my tongue massaged the underside of his head. I reached down to massage his in-exhaustible balls.

"Perfect, oh fuck, so perfect," he gasped. "I'm so close baby. Gonna cum down your throat. Gonna cum so hard and so much."

I bobbed on him, up and down as quickly as I could manage.

"You're gonna swallow it right? You're gonna be my good girl and take it all? You won't let any get out?"

He actually sounded panicked that I might say no. I moaned affirmatively around his cock.

"Gahhh," he groaned as he began shooting down my throat. He had been right, there was a lot. As I promised, I didn't let any get out. I swallowed all of him and continued to suck him through his orgasm.

"You're the best thing that ever happened to me," he panted as he came down.

"Okay, now you need to eat me out because that was hot as fuck, and I'm dripping," I told him.

"You'll be the death of me," he moaned happily.