The Other Man// t.c.
Warnings: smut, angst, cheating on spouse, cowgirl style, breast play, light choking, hair pulling, female squirting, male cumshot, lots of cursing , dirty talk, and flufff
You knew it was wrong. He was your husband’s friend. He had a girlfriend, also. It was wrong on so many levels. But your needs weren’t being met, emotionally or sexually, and Timmy was so-Timmy.
Everything about him was sexy, and sweet and charming. You didn’t know what you liked best about him: his luscious curls, his bright green eyes, or the way he watched and listened to you so intently when you spoke. Maybe it was the way his eyes drew down to your lips now and then, like he was fighting the desire to kiss you. It could also be the way he’d find opportunities to cut his eyes at you from across the room, and then bite his lip discreetly.
You wanted him more than anything. Even if it was for just one night. You’d run your hands through his hair, kiss his lips, trace every freckle on his face, play with his rings on his fingers. You’d let him have whatever he wanted from you. He was everything to you, he was all you thought about.
Your husband went to bed early, like he did most nights. You got Timmy’s number out of your husband’s phone contacts and put it in yours. You knew Timmy’s girlfriend would be out of town. You were scared that you’d be rejected, that your husband might find out, but you were too driven by your desire to truly care in that moment.
“Timmy, it’s y/n. I’m sorry to bother you.” you had gone downstairs as to not wake your husband.
“Oh hey. You’re not bothering me. Is everything okay? Are you hurt?” his voice was calm, but you could tell he was concerned.
“No, I’m not hurt.” your emotions were taking over in the moment of adrenaline, finally the moment you’d been thinking about was happening. You wanted to let it out. Your voice cracked, and you began to cry.
“Whoa, whoa. Y/n, what’s going on? Where’s y/husband’s/n?”
“He’s sleeping.” you sniffled.
“Oh, do you wanna…go somewhere? I’ll take you wherever you wanna go, so we can talk, or not talk. Whatever you need, I wanna help.”
Damn, he was soothing as hell. And so sweet.
Timmy picked you up at your house. You both decided to spend the night in a hotel, to talk out whatever was going on with you.
“Two beds, please.” Timmy requested at the front desk. It was probably to make it seem like there wasn’t any funny business going on between you two, considering you were wearing a wedding ring and he was not.
Once you got to the room, he took you by the hand, opening the door and leading you in. “So what’s going on, y/n?” he asked when the door shut.
You shook your head, “Everything, really.” you stepped over to the window, looking at the bright city lights below.
You felt him coming closer behind you. “You can tell me anything. I’m here.”
“I don’t…love him.” you admitted with a small sigh.
You shook your head again, “We never have sex, he doesn’t…touch me. He barely even looks at me.”
Timmy exhaled, “Shit, I’m sorry, y/n. That sucks.” He put his hand on your shoulder, brushing your hair back, giving you goosebumps.
“I just feel stupid. I shouldn’t have bothered you with my problems.” Your eyes started to fill with tears once more. You felt guilty bringing him into this.
“Don’t say that. I told you you’re not a bother to me. You’re my friend.” he said, slipping his hand down to yours. He started softly toying with your fingers.
“You’re my husband’s friend.”
“We don’t have to talk about him. Maybe it’s best to just not think about him right now. Clear your head?” he suggested.
You took a deep breath, grabbing his hand gently, leading him over to sit with you one of the beds.
“I just feel confused. That’s all.” you combed your fingers through your hair, trying to ease your mind. You looked down at the rings on his fingers. Something about rings on a man was so sexy. Your husband didn’t even wear his wedding band. ‘It got in the way at work.’ You drew lines over Timmy’s Cartier jewels.
“Yeah, I bet you are.” Timmy sat dangerously close to you, still holding your hand and watching your fingers on his. “Can I ask why you called me specifically? Not that I’m not happy to be here for you, but why didn’t you call one of your girlfriends or something?”
“Timmy.” you said his name like it was the answer to his question. He looked into your eyes, holding your gaze for longest he had the whole evening. “Don’t act like you don’t know.” There it was. Fucking finally.
“I know exactly why.” His voice was low, but direct. “I just want to hear you say it.” His eyes went down to your lips and then back up to your eyes, and you felt him leaning in towards you.
“I want you, Timothée Chalamet, just you.”
That was all that he needed. He grabbed your face, kissing you deeply. His lips were soft, his tongue just as delectable and warm. Your hands made fists in the fabric of his shirt.
“Mm,” Timmy parted from your lips, “dirty girl wants to fuck her husband’s friend behind his back.” he teased with a smirk.
“Not just any friend: it’s you. I think about you all the time.” You admitted, just wanting him to know.
He then smiled genuinely, leaning in and kissing you tenderly this time. “I think about you too. I’ve felt so wrong about it until know. I’m so glad you feel the same way.”
“Y/husband/n can never know, obviously.”
“Oh, I can be more than discreet, babe.” he pecked your lips, “Don’t worry.” He snuck his hand under your shirt, up to your breast. He put his lips on your neck and kneaded your breast through your bra.
You let out a soft, satisfied moan. You leaned back a little, letting Timmy do what he desired to you.
“Is this okay?” he asked, his green eyes looking up at you. He was lifting your shirt.
“Yes, fucking more than okay.” you responded.
Timmy took your top off, then climbed on top of you, laying you down on the bed. He continued to make out with you while running his hands down your bare skin. He tucked his fingers into your pants, pulling them off as well.
You were only in your underwear underneath him and he pulled his own shirt over his head, making his curls go wild. He combed them back out of his face. He had never looked better than the way he was before you now. His eyes all sexed out, porcelain skin, perfectly trimmed physique, and little nipples. You had wanted him for as long as you could remember. You wanted to savor it, no matter how anxious he was to fuck.
“Wait,” you said. You sat up, touching his abdomen. His muscles there were tight, his skin was baby soft. You pressed your wet lips to his tummy, leaving a kiss on every ripple.
He flexed in response to your lips, his abs tightening and retracting. He kept still for you.
You slid your hands over his body and ran your tongue along the middle valley of his torso. You left another sprinkling of wet kisses on his chest and rubbed his nipples. You moved upward, looking his eyes. The way he looked at you made you feel like the only woman in the world. You kissed his lips, cradling his face in your hand, admiring every freckle and imperfection on his face. Your traced his thin lips with your thumb, and ran your finger down the shape of his nose.
Timmy just watched you. He kissed your thumb when it was near his mouth. He chuckled as you licked his left nipple, then the other, and you saw him bite his lip.
“Come on, lay down.” you instructed.
You got him in his back, and you lay next to him, propping your leg up on him. You put your hand in his hair, it was so silky, yet fluffy. It was amazing, even better than you imagined.
Timmy relaxed, bending his arm and tucking it behind his head.
You petted his hair, slowly pushing it back, playing with his curls. You gently let your nails caress his scalp. You massaged his head with your fingertips, making him close his eyes, slowly.
He hummed contently. His breathing was steady.
You kissed his cheeks softly, taking your time. Your lips peppered his jaw, his chin, then took over his lips. Your hand slipped downward, palming his soft cock through his boxers. You heard a muffled groan from him.
“How am I supposed to fuck you when you’ve got me so damn relaxed?” Timmy laughed.
“I’ll do all the work, baby.” you said, crawling onto him, straddling his hips. You pulled his cock out of his boxers, wet your hands with your spit, and started to pump him.
“Do you ever spoil him like this?” Timmy asked, propping himself on his elbows.
“No, he doesn’t want me to. He doesn’t like to be touched. Just a few quick pumps in me and that’s it.” His cock was starting to stiffen in your hands as you worked him.
“Aw, that’s his fucking loss. What an idiot. You deserve so much more than that.” He then succumbed to the pleasure, letting you hear him moan in response to you jerking his cock.
“Oh Timmy, you get me so wet. Just being near you does it to me.” You carefully squeezed his pink tip, seeing some precum seep out of his slit.
“Ah, you have no idea how many times I’ve jerked off thinking of you, y/n.” he closed his eyes, moaning through clenched lips.
“You have? I touch myself thinking about you too.” You slid your panties to the side, sinking down onto his cock. You exhaled sharply, taking his thickness and length. He was much bigger than what you were used to. “Fuck.”
“What? Are you okay?” Timmy asked with concern, putting his hands on your hips.
“Yes,” you put your hands on his chest, “it’s just so big.” You started to move, keeping your hands on him to anchor yourself.
“Aw shit, you feel so fucking good.” he praised, kneading your hips with each thrust on his cock. “Do you think about me when he fucks you? Have you pictured my cock inside of you instead of his?”
The dirty talk was almost too much.
You moaned, “Yes, I want it to be you so bad!” You bounced on him, your ass smacking his thighs. You whined in pleasure as his tip grazed your cervix over and over.
Timmy sat up, reached behind you to unclasp your bra and free your breasts. He grabbed them, making you moan. The warmth of his hands were a sharp contrast to the cold metals of his rings. He pinched your nipples.
He silenced you with a rough kiss, his hands went to your neck. He held your throat, squeezing the sides. You loved the pressure of his fingers on your neck. His other arm went around your body, holding you firmly, and he started thrusting his hips upward.
You moaned and cried in ecstasy. This is what you wanted: to be desired, to be held, choked, fucked- all of it. He was giving you everything.
Timmy released your throat, and pulled your hair, forcing your head back.
You yelped, but definitely not in a bad way. You then felt his wet mouth on your tit.
He licked over your right breast. He was still softly rocking his cock into you. He took your breasts in each of his hands, squeezing them. He put his mouth on your right nipple, sucking, taking as much of your tit into his mouth as he could. All this while he kept his hand in your hair.
You cried a string of curse words. You held onto his shoulders as he moved his mouth to your other boob.
He let go of your hair, and you were able to watch him. He jiggled your breast in his hand as he sucked your nipple. Once it hardened, he flicked it with his tongue, sending little shocks of pleasure through you with each swipe of his damn tongue.
Your body shook. You weren’t too familiar with orgasms, but you had had them, from yourself, not from your husband. You knew you were gonna come, you just needed him to keep going a few seconds more.
“Yes, fuck me, Timmy, you’re a god. I’m gonna come!” You softly rambled the last sentence a few more times as he rutted up into you. He nipped at your breasts.
“Does he do this to you? Does he fuck you so deep while he sucks your perfect tits?” he asked, his breathing uneven.
“No! I’ve never been fucked this good.” You clenched around him, your nails digging into his upper arms as you hugged him.
“You like it when I suck your titties? You like the way I fuck you, y/n?” he egged you on, over the brink of your orgasm.
“Fuck, yes!” You cried, your body convulsed beyond your control. Your cum squirted out, making a little mess between you and Timmy.
“Oh shit!” he exclaimed, looking down. “I’ve never seen a woman do that before. That’s so fucking hot!” He grabbed the back of your head, smashing his lips to yours and moaning in your mouth. He then pulled his cock out, spilling his own cum onto your belly and thighs.
You trembled at the sight. Your body was having little spasms even moments after you finished.
“We made such a mess.” Timmy boasted, taking you in his arms and laying down with you.
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