MiniSeries About Timothee Chalamet

Harlot P1

Warnings - sub Timmy, teasing, bondage, rough sex, cock ring, lots of hickeys, degrading partner with names, voyeurism, dry humping, handjob, oral (male receiving), fingering asshole, bargaining. Wanting Timothée to get a tattoo, hiding outfits, mentioning cumming in pants,

 I hadn't known that's what he'd be wearing. He looked like a fucking harlot, and he was touching everyone but me, because I was back at the hotel room playing secret girlfriend.

"You are killing me!" I sent the message. Soon there would be a picture of him smirking at his phone.

"I thought you might like it," he texted back.

"Like it? I despise it. You look like a whore, and my pussy has turned into a fountain."

"That's the whole point 🙄"

"Come home to me soon, and get ready for a fun time," I texted back.

It was late when he got back, but I was ready to pounce anyway. I had him pressed against the door and moaning in seconds. His whimpers were muffled by my mouth, as I squeezed his ass over and over. It looked so well shaped in his red outfit.

"You look like a harlot," I snapped, taking my lips off his.

"Your harlot," he promised. "Use me, please, I've wanted you to play with me all night. It was all I could think about. You can eat me if you like," he winked, making a reference to the movie premiere. I grabbed the strands of his barely there top and pulled him after me.

"So good and obedient," I smirked. I took off my robe to reveal what I was wearing. I'd planned ahead. I knew when he wouldn't show me his outfit, he wanted to tease me. I had bought some extremely expensive lingerie.

"Woah. Mon Amor, I'm going to cum in my pants, you look incredible," he whined.

"Save that cum for me," I ordered. I shoved him on the bed. I ground my hips down on his now evident bulge.

"Such a little slut, parading around, showing off everything that is mine," I challenged.

"Yes, I'm yours, I belong to you," he swore.

"Then why did you act like such a little whore. Picking that outfit without me knowing?" I demanded.

"Wanted to show everyone what you get and no one else can have," he whined.

"That can't be true, no one knows we're dating," I said.

"Wait, you haven't been on your phone?" He asked.

"I saw your picture and knew I couldn't take it, so I've been busing myself with other things."

"I told them," he said sitting up. "I told interviewers before I ever put on that outfit that I was in love and had a girlfriend."

"You did?" I said, dominate mode turning off as I teared up.

"Yeah, I love you so much, it was stupid to hide it. I want to take you to things and spoil you, I want the paps to catch pictures of us adoring one another. I want it all with you," he said. I brought his face to mine and kissed him slowly, trying to pour every bit of love I had into the kiss.

"I suppose I should make love to you now," I giggled, as I played with his sensitive nipples.

"No," he gasped. "I've been waiting all night for you to throw me around and make me needy and weepy. Please don't hold back. I want whatever plans you had."

"Okay then," I said, and I ripped the scarf like thing from around his neck. I tied his hands roughly to the headboard with it.

"Oh, baby," he chuckled. He was exposed for me now, and I liked all that was being shown off. His bare torso heaved as he got ready for the night ahead. I took of his pants and happily got his cock ring.