Long Series About Timothee Chalamet

Newly Weds (P2)

Warnings - stealing medicine, breeding kink, wanting to drink breast milk, short refractory period, unprotected sex, cream pie, cock warming, desiring cumflation, begging for sex

"Angel where are you," Timothée called with a tone I knew well.

"Timmy, now is definitely not the time," I called back. "Plus you've had me three times already today."

"I don't care," he said, slipping his arms around me from behind. He was kissing my neck. Since his confession to me the other day, I'd been even more compliant with sex. However, this was a really bad time to be asking for it.

"Why are you frustrated Mon Amor?" He asked.

"I can't find my birth control," I snapped.

"Oh that," he said, guilt laced in his tone. I spun immediately.

"What did you do?" I growled.

"We don't really need that," he waved his hand.

"Then you better find a fucking condom Mr.," I said poking his chest. He made a disgusted face.

"Why would I ever do that, then I wouldn't truly be inside you, some fucking rubber would be where I should be," he said.

"Okay, no sex then I guess," I shrugged. He choked as he looked at me in near panic.

"No, baby, no I have to be inside of you. Right now, I need it, I'm gonna die if I'm not in you," he begged.

"You are the most dramatic man I know," I said in exasperation.

"Would it be so bad if I bred you?" He asked with pink cheeks.

"Bred me?" I repeated. "What is this porn?"

"It could be," he said with a wink.

"Don't you wanna be full of me, all the time. I wouldn't just be cumming in you, you'd be full constantly," he explained, and I had to admit, hearing him talk this way turned me on.

"I need it baby," he said. "I need to make you full. I want you to be bursting and leaking with me."

"I-, oh alright, if you need it, I want it too," I relented. The relief that filled his face was nearly tangible. It was as if me saying no was his worst fear, and that was kinda sexy, his absolute need for me.

"Come on Ms. Chalamet, let me fuck you senseless," he said, leading me to the bed.

He began to remove my clothes immediately. He was already rock hard, the outline of him very evident in his jeans. I licked my lips.

"See, I'm irresistible to you too," he grinned.

"I never said you weren't, I just didn't want you stealing my stuff," I rolled my eyes. Then he was kissing me. It was more intense than any kiss we'd ever shared, it was as if he was pouring his soul into the kiss. He was sucking on my tongue. I moved to biting his lip lightly.

We were both naked now, and he pushed into my wet heat. His eyes rolled back into his head before he even began to move.

"Fuck, you're so tight, I can't wait to pump my cum into you."

"Oh," I gasped at his words and how deliciously good they made me feel. He began to slam his hips forward. They were impossibly fast, and went mercilessly deep.

"You're going to, fuck, look so good! Shit," he moaned. I grinned up against him, wanting his cock as deep as it could go.

"Want you to milk my cock, don't want any cum left, need to give all to you. I have to fill you," he said desperately, sweat beading on his brow.

"I want your cum Timothée," I found myself going along with this very easily.

"Yeah? Wanna be filled? Baby you're gonna be so full, carrying my cum around inside you. All round with my cum, mine, mine, mine."

"Yes, I need to be full," I responded, shakily reaching up to pull on his curls.

"Ah, ah, ah," he whimpered, in breathy high-pitched moans.

"You're gonna look so hot. Your belly is going to be so round. Ah, fuck, and your tits. I'm gonna be able to cum in my pants just looking at them. They'll be so swollen and sore, and dripping with milk. I'm gonna drink baby, you're gonna feed me too while I fill you all over again."

He was so lost to bliss. The way he was fucking me so deep and rolling his hips. I knew he was trying hard not to cum, because he wanted it to last.

"Say you love my cock, say you want my cum," he was nearly crying from pleasure, pleading with me.

"I love your cock Timothée, there's nothing like your cum, I want it all. Flood me, fill me, make me burst!"

That did it, he was cumming rope after rope of hot sticky cum into me. I was moaning, my walls fluttered around him as I found my release as well.

"So much," I whined, as he kept shooting. I counted ten when his cock finally stopped pulsing.

"More," he growled suddenly and his hips were moving again.

"Baby you filled me," I panted. "You don't need to go again."

"Gotta fill you," he replied, his one track mind keeping his cock hard inside me.

"Gotta fuck my cum deep in you, need to fill you the right way," he was a moaning mess, not holding back a single sound.

"Breed me, oh Timothée breed my cunt, make it yours, fill it, fill me," I begged.

"So good, you're so good for me," he heaved. "So willing to be filled."

"I wish I could be in you all day long, I want to spend the rest of my life cumming inside you, I want to fill you to bursting. I want to pump so much cum into you that your belly grows with it."

"Fuck, Timmy," I cried as I came again, my orgasm making me convulse. Timothée came next, spilling into me as he continued to thrust. I counted five more spurts of cum.

"Fifteen," I cooed to him. "You did so good." I said, pushing away his sweaty hair.

"Thank you," he groaned, before collapsing on me. I rubbed his back as he laid on me.

"Don't wanna pull out," he finally muttered into my sweaty skin.

"Then don't," I said simply.