Long Series About Timothee Chalamet

Newly Weds (P4)

Warnings - smut, unprotected sex, breeding kink, short refractory period, needy Timmy, pregnancy sex, titty fucking, lactation fetish, sucking breast milk, dirty talk with imaginary scenarios, wanting to get someone pregnant, fear, anxiety. Self conscious, birth, water breaking, hospital, oral (male receiving), a lil bit of aftercare

The last weeks of my pregnancy were riddled with anxiety. I had to push away the invasive thoughts but they were always there. I worried Timothée wouldn't have the same neediness and lust after the birth changed my body. I was worried he'd watch me give birth and be disgusted with me. I was worried the time it took me to heal would be too hard on him and he'd step out and get it from somewhere else. I had heard some men stopped enjoying blow jobs after they had kids, because that was the mouth that kissed the baby, or that they stopped finding the wife's boobs attractive because of the baby using them. All of these fears, if they were to happen, would be very out of character for Timothée. All through the birth, as I'd gotten bigger and bigger, he'd been nothing but kind and also very needy.

We'd been asked to leave our other doctor, which was fine with Timothée because he wanted me to have a female doctor. It worked out that I got one, and Timothée's anxiety had lowered. Now I was the one battling bad thoughts. I wanted to tell him, but I was nervous. They lingered in my mind constantly, no matter what I did, or what I was doing.

Like right now. I had my breasts squeezed together so Timothée could rut into them. It was glorious the way he was moaning, and how good his cock felt between my sensitive tits, but in the back of my head, I was spiraling.

"Uh, uh, uh, so good for me, so much m-milk," he stuttered as my tits leaked for him. "They're so big baby, fuck, they're so big and I love them, oh I love them." He was thrusting fast, the head of his cock brushing my chin everytime.

"I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum all over your fucking tits!"

One more thrust and he was shooting his sticky cum all over my chest. It coated it generously.

"That was amazing," he moaned as I let my tits go. He kept me on my back, and lifted up my legs. I was now too big for him to hover over. He propped my ass up on some pillows before sliding into me.

"Home," he moaned. "Can't believe I wasted that cum on your chest, as hot at it looks, it should be inside you."

"Timothée," I whined as he began to snap his hips forward at an ungodly speed. How was he still so hard when this was round five of the day? I hadn't even been out of bed yet really. He'd fucked me when we woke up, he'd gotten me breakfast and then he wanted a blow job. I gave him one, and then he cuddled me for a bit, massaged my back and feet, and rubbed my belly. When I'd tried to get up, he'd begged to cum in me, so I'd let him of course. I'd went to the bathroom, for a second, and when I came back he wanted to titty fuck me, now actually fuck me. It was wild.

"You're so round, all my cum in you, where it should be," he whined.

"Oh fuck, you feel so good, I want to do this all day long. Pump you full, even fuller than you already are. Fuck, what if I've cum inside you so many times you get pregnant again right after the baby comes out. I wish would all just stay inside you, and impregnate you forever. That would be so damn sexy. You'd always be full, but even if you were, I'd cum in you again anyway, you know I would."

He was babbling, getting bliss from made up scenarios, and I was enjoying his merciless speed.

"You want that too right, me to always fill you, even when you're filled up?" He asked desperately. I didn't know why he always seemed so unsure of my desire for him with the amount of times a day we went at it.