One-Shots of Shit I Like

𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚎 𝚡 𝙿𝚎𝚝𝚎- 𝙹𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝙱𝚘𝚢𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍

(Timothee's POV)

Just breathe in and out, imagine it's Pete... just breathe, I told myself while acting with my co-star Armie Hammer. I know I'll probably get punished tonight for forcing Pete to watch me treat Armie like I treat him but the things you do for your job...

I could feel Pete glare at the man under me than at me, so after minutes of a few takes of kissing against a fake tree, the director called for a break. Oh boy, this will be fun to watch Armie get threatened by a guy shorter than him but way more intimidating and threats actually meaning something.

"Good luck, Armie- you'll need it" I mumble before walking over to the snack table and grabbing water watching Pete debate whether to get up or not, eventually he storms over to Armie who was chatting to another cast member.

Pete just stood there with crossed arms and a glare painted across his face, starting right at Armie. It's going down, sorry bud. Armie turned around with a look of realization on his face, he mumbled something under his breathe before Pete opened his mouth to talk.

"Listen here, Armie- what the fuck was that?!" Pete screamed just quiet enough so only he, Armie and I could hear his threats.

"What was what?" Oh shit, oh no- no no no no, that was a mistake on his end. Good luck bro. My eyes widen as I and some other people choke on our drinks, realizing the mistake Armie just made. Pete grabbed Armie's collar before whispering something in the latter's ear that no one but them can hear, Armie shivers and nods slowly before Pete smirks and shoves him a good extra time for good measures before turning in the direction of the director probably telling him I'm going home.

Like a puppy I follow my boyfriend as he walks out the door clearly pissed, not saying a word. He grabbed his car door before yanking it open, hopping in and clenching his hands around the steering wheel. The silence was so, so, loud while the occasional grumble from Pete saying things like "fucking brat" and "slut needs to learn who they fucking belong to" and it honestly just made me even more excited. The tires stopped as my head slammed against the headrest, Pete got out of the car before yanking my door open, grabbing my collar and dragging me across the driveway leaving me to my pathetic attempt to get up and walk with his hand bunching up my shirt and dragging me all the way to the door.

"get in you fucking slut, I know you wanted this" Pete demands pointing to the door, I scrambled to the house to close the blinds before waiting for Pete to come back with the special treats for me. His hands grabbed my neck before squeezing and slamming me to the wall, other hand on my waist pinning it down as I try to grind on him

"ah, ah, ah- did I say you could do that?" Pete asks in a teasing tone perking his eyebrow at me, I shamefully shake my head to signal no.

"Exactly. Can you tell me why I'm doing this to your pathetic whore ass, hm?"

"Because..." I let out a small whimper as Pete sinks his teeth into my collar bone "because I was a boy and I made you jealous! Pete! Sir, more! G-ahhh!~" I scream out in ecstasy as Pete bites and scrapes my neck with his teeth, for sure leaving marks that will last at least a month... Pete leads us to his room before slamming me on the bed.

"And what am I doing, hm?" Pete smirked, I let out another whimper biting my lip and screwing my eyes shut

"Punishing your baby boy! Punishing me! Please, harder!" I screamed knowing by the end of tonight my voice will be wrecked, letting out loud pants. My boyfriend lets a tsk noise before removing his mouth,

"aw, is my pain slut already worked up?" he teased me as I let out loud whines wanting him back on me. Pete unbuttons my shirt before taking some chains from his bedside dresser and finding some hooks on his bed, taking my hands tying them up with the chains that I can't escape out of. My eyes let out a look of pleading,