Info - soccer captain Timmy, cheerleader reader, bratty sub reader, dom Timmy, soft dom, temper tantrum, calling reader slut/whore/bitch, not wearing underwear, denying sex, praise kink, daddy kink, fuck in a locker room, tease reader, unprotected sex, minor baby talk
"Go Timmy!" I said, waving my Pom Poms. He smirked until he saw me. He was the soccer captain and I was the head cheerleader. We were a match made in heaven. Since we were so perfect, I liked to spice things up a bit.
Since I was head cheerleader I could get away with a lot. Today I wore the colors of the opposite team. I knew this would drive Timothée insane. He was possessive
He jogged up to me. He unabashedly checked me out. My outfit was much more revealing than the other girl's.
"Really, red and gold?" He asked.
"I look prettier in it than green and silver," I giggled.
"You look pretty in everything," he said and kissed me deeply.
"Don't shake your ass and tits too much," he mumbled against my lips.
"I'll do what I want," I said back.
"Brat," he said with a final peck and ran off.
I distracted him as well as I could during the game. I shook my ass and tits and he kept looking over at me. I liked showing off. He was glaring at his team mates who were also looking at me. He even hit one of them upside the head when he was staring at my cleavage. I knew I was in for it when I cheered for his rival who got a point.
He glared at me and ran a finger across his neck indicating I was dead meat. I blew him a kiss.
At the end of the game he didn't even stay to shake hands with the other team like he was supposed to. He didn't stay to be praised for making the winning goal. He instead, dragged me to the locker room.
"You're such a bad girl," he said as he lifted my skirt. He squeezed my ass hard.
"I like being your brat," I giggled.
"No panties, you're such a slut," he swore.
"I'm your slut," I said.
"Maybe a good punishment would be for me NOT to fuck you," he said darkly. My smile fell.
"What no!" I said desperately.
"Yeah, maybe I'm not feeling it when you're wearing the other teams colors," he said and stretched.
"Timothée Hal Chalamet! Fuck me!" I demanded and stamped my foot.
"You know you don't make the rules sweetheart," he chuckled.
"I want sex! Gimmie, daddy please!" I whined.
"You begging? That's new," he said and blew some hair casually out of his eyes.
"I want my big cock! Baby wants her pussy massaged by daddy's giant sucky toy," I pouted. "And I want it now!"
"My goodness, such a brat," he tutted but he did pull down his pants. He lifted my tiny skirt and shoved into me.
"Such a good pussy baby girl. You like being a slut for daddy?" He asked as he pumped his cock in and out of me.
"I love being your slut. I wanna be your whore forever," I said, clinging to him. I kissed him needily. I was so obsessed with him. As bratty as I was I couldn't live without him.
"Timmy, your cock treats me so right," I said. I felt almost dizzy with need.
"Oh baby girl," he purred. "That's all I want."
He grabbed my ass and massaged me. He was kissing all over my face. I loved that he was just as obsessed with me as I was with him.
"My pretty baby. Everyone was staring at you, but Timothée is the only one who gets you right?" He asked.
"The only one. My tits and ass and body belong to you," I gasped. He felt so damn good.
"You're such a good slut. My perfect slut," he whispered in my ear. He shoved me up against the lockers and went harder. He tangled his fingers with mine and lifted our hands above our heads. He took control. I could be as bratty as I liked, but daddy always won in the end. I was whipped.
"You gonna be my bitch in heat? Get fucked by daddy all night because I won my game?" He asked.
"Oh yes daddy, anything for you," I breathed. "I want your cock inside me as much as possible."
"You're such a good girl, So pretty. I've got the finest girl in the world. You love daddy's praise don't you?" He asked.
"Yes, yes," I moaned.
"Daddy wants to spoil you," he sighed as he rammed his cock deep inside me.
"B-but you won," I whined.
"Who cares, you being the perfect girl you are deserves spoiling," he chuckled. He mouthed over my neck and bit and suckled.
"I love you," I said as I pulled his hair.
"I love you too," he cooed.
"Daddy, I'm so close. My pussy walls are gonna squeeze you," I said.
"That will be so sexy. You gonna take my load? Gonna take the soccer captain's load of cum? My perfect cheerleader?"
"Yes! Yeeeeesss!" I hissed. I was overwhelmed with pleasure. My body quivered. My body almost gave out as black spots poked at my vision.
"OH FUCK! TIMMY!" I cried.
"That's my good girl. I'm so proud of you for coming," he praised but his voice was shaky and his thrusts were sloppy.
"I'm gonna fill you," he rasped. He was moaning in my ear, holding me tightly, and pouring his cum inside me. I loved being full of cum. He was cursing in French as he overflowed my pussy.
"Thank you daddy, and good job on your win," I said and kissed him passionately.
