Hello Daddy... (CHARMIE)

Ch13

A/N:
Y'all better be ready for this one...

"Ow Armie!" Timmy chuckled, rubbing his jaw where Armie had bitten him.

"You're the fucking brat!"

Armie pulled away from Timmy's neck, blue eyes cutting through hazel ones as his hands fell to Timmy's hips, pulling him slightly off the counter top, wrapping his legs around his waist so he couldn't back away when he whispers, "What was that baby boy?"

Timmy dropped his head into Armie's chest trying to shy away, only for Armie to pull the hair at the back of his head, forcing him to look up. "Look at me when I'm talking to you. I'm not going to ask you again Timothée''

Timmy's eyes almost rolled to the back of his head when Armie gave another hard pull on his hair while also crushing their crotches together, he unconsciously grinded his hips into Armie's. Mouth falling slack as a soft moan passes his lips from the pleasure that shot though his body. "I-I said you were a-a brat," he whimpered.

"What else?"

"I-I cussed"

"Yes you did, you know you're not allowed to cuss, but here you are breaking the same rules over and over. You naughty, naughty boy". Armie made sure he whispered the last part in Timmy's ear, pulling more at his hair to get his attention, making Timmy cry out another moan, hips jerking.

"And you know what happens to naughty boys Timothée?" he paused, leaning in closer, "they get punished."

Timmy inhaled sharply as Armie continued to pull his head back, just observing Timmy's trembling in the effort to stay still, to not lean into the hand pulling his hair or the one on his hip, or how his legs strained to hold himself up and off Armie's lap trying not to grind against him, and Armie just kept him like that for a few moments, testing, almost.

"Umm so submissive..." Armie whispered to himself, just loud enough for Timmy to hear before finally letting go of his hair, Timmy letting his head fall into Armies chest as he smirked. With the realization that he made Armie go into dom space that fast only fuelled the fire.

Was he a bit of a brat?
Yes.

Did he enjoy being a brat?
Most definitely yes.

Did he enjoy getting punished for being a brat?
Absafuckinlutly.

So he continued to push; "Why is no swearing one of the rules anyway? Seems prettyyy stupid if you ask me,"  he shot gringing, still smuggled into Armies chest.

When Armie didn't answer, Timmy tilted his head up slightly, sitting up straighter as he fidgeted with his hands, unaware that Armie had his full attention on the way he picked at his nails.

Armie knew exactly what was going through Timmy's head. He was always envyus of Timmy's raw emissions he expresses and when Armie gives him some information you can see him really take it in, or how excited he gets over small things like a dog walking along the sidewalk, but he was also becoming more aware of Timmy's body language when his anxiety starts to act up.

"Is it...... something personal?"

Armie chuckled at Timmy's kindness, how he didn't push if it was something personal.

"What if I just like keeping you on your toes?" He teased, pulling him in closer in hopes to catch his lips but Timmy just leaned back stubbornly waiting for a reply.

"Okay okay, I made the rule because the first day you moved in you couldn't stop cussing, and I loved the way you blushed when I asked if fuck was your favorite word"