NSFW Timothée Chalamet One Shots

New Dom

Info - needy reader, masturbation in public, newly dom Timmy, daddy kink, spitting in mouth. Pulling hair, rough sex, bondage, choking, humping leg, attention seeking, being a bratty sub, hitting it from the back

I'd been trying all day to seduce him, but the obnoxious boy took his job much too seriously. This photo shoot would be the end of me. He was so intensely sexy and he didn't even know it. He was always surprised when I told him just how addicted to him I was, but his confidence had grown, and finally, he was what I wanted, a dom. He was new to dominating me so he probably didn't understand the way the straps across his body right now made me feel, or the right leather outfit.

I rubbed my thighs together. So far today, I'd attempted to hump his leg, he'd hardly noticed. In the car I'd been touching myself, but he'd been talking on the phone and not paying one lick of attention. Now I was palming myself over my pants. I was drenched to my core. Finally, finally, his eyes drifted to me lazily. His eyes widened considerable as he saw me. I was emboldened and I stuck my fingers down my pants and entered myself.

"I need a break," he said immediately and I smirked. He came over to me and grabbed me harshly. We found a bathroom quickly.

"What is wrong with you?" He demanded.

"Just want daddy's attention," I said, putting my hands on his bare chest.

"You want my attention bad girl?" He asked.

"I crave it, you've never looked so good. If I can't have your cock soon I'm going to throw a hissy fit," I informed him.

"Brat," he snarled as he pressed a hand against my throat. He'd never done this, but I'd gotten in the way of his career, this was intense. He massaged my throat.

"Yours," I responded.

"So bad, in public, I let you come along with a promise you'd be good," he growled. He was taking the straps off his body, and turned me around. He put my wrists together and did just what I wanted, he tied them together.

"You need a lesson in public decorum," he snapped. I was so wet. He took down my pants, but because of my tied hands my top had to stay on. I heard the clink of his belt and I rubbed my thighs together anxiously.

"You minx, you're soaked," he swore.

"For you daddy, I'm so wet for you," I cried. He entered me harshly. He pulled my hair back so my neck craned as far back as possible.

"Open, baby girl," he demanded. I did, wondering what he'd do. He spat inside my mouth. I treasured it.

"You've been studying," I panted.

"Gotta treat my brat well," he shrugged. He began to fuck me then. It was so easy for him to slip in and out of me from how slick I was. One of his hands snaked up my body and toyed with my nipples. The other was curling around my throat.

"D-daddy, it feels so good," I panted.

"I wish I were a fly," he said.

"Huh?" I asked. The moment broke for a second.

"Shit that sounded sexier in my head. I meant so I could see you from every angle while I fuck you," he amended, and I felt bad for laughing, but I could tell he was trying to be sexy.

"You're going to laugh at daddy?" He purred and I gasped as he went faster, and put more pressure on my neck.

"Timothée, oh I'm so close," I cried.

"I know you are baby, and you're doing so good for your Daddy. I didn't know my girl could get this wet. Go on, release, squeeze daddy's cock like only you can," he said and I fell into a star studded orgasm that had me trying desperately to remember how to breathe. As my walls choked his cock, he spilled into me.

He undid my ties and I turned immediately, and wrapped my arms around him.

"I love you so much, don't leave," I begged.

"We can have as many sessions as you want when I'm done little brat."