Long Series About Timothee Chalamet

Newly Weds (P10)

Info - needy Timmy, no refractory period, breeding kink, twins, pregnancy sex, desiring pregnancy, role play, faux cheating, faux slapping, dad Timmy, morning sickness and aches and pains, mentioning puking, talk about cum, dedication, Hand job, after care, fatigue, teasing, horny reader, lactation fetish, cumming in boxers

"Lucy, I love you," Timothée said, making faces at his daughter.

"Daddy made you, and he loves you," he nuzzled his nose with her.

"And you're so pretty, aannnnnd you've got cute chubby cheeks, and my curls, and my eyes," he said bouncing her gently.

"Hehehe," she giggled.

"Awwww look at the little angel! Luuuucy," he cooed. I was smiling affectionately at them.

"Look at the pretty girl I made, look at the sweetie girl I made and love," he teased. I knew what he was doing. He was trying to get me to say something. I decided to humor him.

"It seems daddy thinks mommy had noooooothing to do with your creation," I chuckled.

"Mommy better not talk about your creation since she's been saying she's been sore all week and can't do the thing that did that," he said with false cheer, bouncing Lucy. Being pregnant with twins was tough and I was sore and sick. The lack of sex was a little hard for Timmy, especially since he was SO proud of himself for getting me pregnant with twins. However, he mainly just made jokes, and I could deal with that.

"Oh why, does it maybe trigger something in daddy that mommy was pregnant and now she is AGAIN, but growing TWICE as big," I hummed.

"Mommy is on dangerous ground," Timothée said in a sing song voice.

"Oh am I Timothée?" I asked slithering off the couch because I finally felt well enough to have sex, and I wanted it bad. I placed my hands on his shoulders and began to massage. He was shuddering.

"Go to sleep," he sang, hoping that if I did have something in mind, Lucy would maybe be asleep.

"I think maybe that Timothée is insanely horny. I think my husband is very proud of how he got me pregnant with twins. I think maybe he steals glances at my giant stomach when he thinks I won't notice, but isn't very good at hiding his boner. I also think that he's missing mixing my milk and his cum."

"Stop, I'm holding our child," he said pitifully, but he'd put his daughter fast asleep. He laid her in the crib and stood stock still.

"Whatcha doing?" I asked him, circling him like a lion stalking their prey.

"T-trying to forget what you said and not cum in my boxers. I'm doing it for you Mon amour, when you're ready, I want everything I've saved up to go inside you."

Timothée and I both enjoyed a challenge. He was trying not to cum in his pants, and now that was my very ambition. I knelt awkwardly but accomplished what I meant to do. I was rubbing my extended stomach on his hard and twitching member.

"Timothée," I cooed.

"No, no, no, no!" He said, after peeking for a moment.

"What don't like my cum filled belly rubbing on your sweet, hard cock?" I asked, over pronouncing each word for his benefit.

"Ohhh, fuck, I swear!"

"You know what my love, I think you're scared," I said, and stood up fully to twine my arms around his neck lovingly.

"Pfft, what am I scared of? A little cum in my boxers, you make that happen frequently enough that it's almost enjoyable, even if I wish it was inside you."