MiniSeries About Timothee Chalamet

Subby Bully

Info - bully, mommy kink, hard dom, baby talk, needy Timmy, slapping, choking, ruined orgasm, bdsm rules, revenge, crying during sex, calling Timmy a slut, licking tears, not kissing

"Hey fugly, were my report?" Timothée leaned against my locker so I couldn't open it.

"I didn't write it," I mumbled. Timothée had been bullying me all year, since he started this school. I didn't know why he'd chosen me. He didn't seem to do it to anyone else. I decided last night I was going to finally stand up to him.

"What'd you say, idiot?" He asked in a lethal whisper.

"I said," I growled standing up straighter and looking him in the eyes.

"I didn't write it," I snarled and pushed his chest. I thought I'd get him grabbing my shirt or screaming at me. Instead his eyes widened and he whispered a word that changed everything.

"Mommy," he whimpered. A jolt of electricity zipped down to my core.

"What did you call me?" I asked and now I felt all the power. The ego trip was going to be wild. I felt nine feet tall as I stared him down. He looked so desperate, so obsessed and needy.

"Ummmm," he was blushing.

"Let's go to a classroom," I snapped and to my shock he followed me like a puppy. We were in an empty room and I locked the door.

"I'm sorry, I was being mean," he said bashfully.

"Tell me what you called me?" I ordered him.

"I called you mommy."

"And why is that?"

"Because I want you to take care of me."

"What does that entail?" I said, crossing my arms and tapping my foot.

"I want you to make my thingy drool," he said embarassedly.

"What is a thingy, what does drool mean?"

"You know what it means mommy!" He whined.

"Explain it anyway. Do you know how many papers I've written for you? You can do this."

"I'm so horny," he whispered. I grabbed his dick and squeezed hard.

"Owwww, mommy," he said, with tears in his eyes.

"Tell me what they are!"

"My thingy is my cock, and drool means precum," he said sadly.

"What else do you want?"

"I want you to hit me. I want mommy to be mine but also mean."

"Strip for me," I snarled. He did exactly what I said and I felt so incredibly powerful. I took off my clothes as well, but slowly. He whimpered.

"You want mommy's pussy? You wanna release all that drool?" I asked him.

"Please!"

I went up to him. I slapped him. He whined. His cock was producing more precum than I'd ever seen.

"More," he whispered. I slapped him five more times.

"Why have you been bullying me?" I snapped.

"I-I feel like a baby around you. It makes me hard, but isn't that bad. I'm supposed to be big and tough?"

"No, I like you as a slutty little baby," I said and sunk down on his cock.

"Ahhh, mommy, my thingy."

"What's he feeling?"

"He feels so good," he gasped. I smirked.

I began to bounce. He was gasping and begging. He moaned and whimpered and I loved every sound. I laughed at him because he knew what he'd done wrong. He knew he was bad.

"You're such a bad boy," I moaned.

"I want a kiss, I have dreamed of mommy's lips."

"Hell no, after what you've done? Are you kidding me? You're horrible."

"I know, but please?"

"Timothée," I said gently. He looked relieved, so happy I might soft dom him. I smiled smugly and grabbed his throat. I was choking him hard.

"Mommy, mommy, ohhh," he whined.

"Are you sorry for how mean you've been?"

"So sorry," he wept. I licked up the tears running down his face. I treasured it because he deserved this.

"If you don't fill me with cum every day for now on, I will NOT talk to you."

"No, no, mommy, please, need your attention," he cried.

"Then you better come to school with full balls," I said and yanked them. He cried out.

"Mommy, can I cum, I need to so, so bad," he sobbed.

"Cum Timothée, you fucking disgusting slut," I growled and he came. He was filling me with ample amount of cum. I came as well, but I kept quiet so he didn't know. I didn't want him thinking he did well.

"Mommy, I tried so hard, could I have some praise?"

"Praise, you just get this," I smirked and raked my nails over his ass. He came unexpectedly.

"Sorry, ruined orgasm," he said, not meeting my gaze.

"Pathetic," I said the words he'd called me many times. He called after me but I just left the room.