Info - dry humping, sub Timmy, Whiny Timmy, calling Timothée princess, reader teasing, cumming in boxers, male with a praise kink, exhibitionism
"You've gotta stop," he gasped.
Scorsese and his people were far enough away to not notice what we were doing, but not far enough away to not hear one of Timothée's tell tale screams.
"Why, what effect am I having on my princess?" I purred in his ear. It was his own fault. He was so sexy. He knew what happened when he brought me on sets. I think secretly liked it.
"I'm so hard. I'm fucking rock hard. I didn't know you liked this, riling me up in public," he moaned and then clamped his hand over his mouth. I chuckled darkly, gyrating my hips and holding his gaze.
"Y/n please, please, I'm stuck to my thigh with precum. I'm going to be uncomfortable enough as it is doing the rest of the shoot, but, but if I-"
"If you what Timmy?" I cooed. I blew over his face and he sucked in a lung full of my minty breath.
"I just want to be immersed in you. But I'm worried. I'm so worried I'm going to..." he trailed off again.
"I know what you're worried about. You think I don't feel you twitching?" I asked.
He whimpered and stuffed his face into my neck. His grip on my hips was so tight. However, he hadn't used our safe word.
"How am I supposed to not make you whiny in public? You tease me looking so good, I need to tease you."
"M'not trying to tease. I'm just doing my job," he pouted.
"Oh not trying to tease eh?" I asked grinding down hard against his bulge. He gasped desperately.
"When you wear those tight leather pant and you cock is so big it keeps getting in the way. It makes you need to waddle or stride. I've seen you subtly fixing it baby. You think that doesn't turn me on? Just wait until what I do to you when we get home."
"Oh please, I think I'm close," he pleaded.
"Just from over the pants stuff darling? What's all this?" I chuckled.
"I-I don't know. I feel wild," he moaned.
"Yeah? Is that why you keep looking my way? You wanted this didn't you? You wanted to be taken care of because you know you deserve it. You know you look sexy," I crooned all this in his ear.
"Oh! I look sexy? I deserve this?" He asked.
"Of course you do. Why do you think I'm grinding on your cock?" I asked.
"Oh Merde! I think I'm gonna, I, fuck, I think I'm going to, mmmmmm," he ended in a whine, clearly trying not to do what we both knew was building.
"Tell me what you're gonna do baby?" I demanded, yanking his jaw to the left so he was looking in my eyes. He looked so pathetically pitiful that my cunt clenched.
"M'gonna cum," he said desperately.
"In your boxers?" I asked.
"Uh huh," he nodded.
"Such a dirty boy," I smirked and that did it. He arched up into me. I felt his cock throbbing and twitching. I slapped a hand over his mouth, but assaulted his ears with praise.
"Such a good boy. You all wet and sticky f'me. Oh get it all out, every last drop. Make a big cummy mess in your boxers. You can't help it can you huh? You wish it was inside me. Good boy, cum for me. Cum for me, there's my boy. That's a good princess."
"Mm mmm mm," he whined with each rope against my palm.
"That's my good boy," I said and licked his neck when he'd finished.
"Timothée, we're ready," Scorsese called. I jumped off his lap. He gave me a pitiful look and I smirked cruelly. He knew he loved it.
Throughout the rest of the day he kept turning to me and giving me a pouty look. I knew he was sticky and wet, but I'd reward him so well when we got home
