Info - degrading language, needy reader, Dom Timothée, making someone hard in public, jealousy, mention of kidnapping, a little cnc, being nude in front of ppl, face fucking, begging for sex, dry humping, car sex, bondage, hard Dom, denial, hair pulling, brat reader
The party was boring and Timothée looked so good. He knew when he wore those pants I got needy. I liked to mess with him, and it seemed like he needed to be reminded that I wasn't one to be innocent.
I got up and sat on his lap. I wiggled my ass. He stopped his conversation with the other celebrities. I smirked when I heard his voice catch.
"Mon amour, what are you doing?" He asked in a low growl. I smiled even wider and I rubbed myself against him more.
"Don't be a slut," he said with warning in his tone. That was a big mistake. He of all people should know how much it turned me on when hr called me a slut or a whore. I was one, for him anyway. I was utterly obsessed with him and I didn't mind making it known.
I was wild and feral for him. If he was always inside me I wouldn't mind. I was his, his little slut, and I made him feel good. I was the one who always let his thick cock spread my sopping folds and ram into me until we were both exhausted.
"What would you have me do when you look like that?" I asked him. I ground down harder on his bulge.
He tried to speak to the person across from him, but I wasn't going to let him feel normal. I wiggled and rubbed. He was talking carefully, over pronouncing each word so he didn't give away his lust. He hated when he was not in control. He hated how easily I riled him up.
"Angel girl," he purred. The other celebrity must've felt awkward before they'd gone away.
"We are still in public," he reminded me.
"So what," I scoffed.
His hands slowly moved to grip my hips. He was tempted, I knew he was. The pads of his fingers bruised me. He rutted his crotch upward.
I gasped with lust. My panties were soaking as he humped his clothed boner between my thighs. He was digging into my flesh. I heard the grit and grind of his teeth as he satiated a small bit of his need against my softness.
"You're so naughty," he said in my ear.
"Then take me in the bathroom and fuck me about it," I demanded, as I leaned back against him. I was heaving as the friction made me a mess of need.
"No, I have business to do."
"Timmy," I whined.
"No," he said abruptly and dumped me onto the couch. I was pissed. I knew he hated me having the upper hand, but leaving me entirely was not going to happen.
I went to talk to Austin. I slowly removed my tiny leather jacket, revealing more of my skin. I watched the man's eyes lingering on my shoulders, my clavicle, my neck, my expanse of legs.
"So what gave you the inspiration to play Feyd Rautha so...."
"Twisted?" He asked with a chuckle.
"No," I smirked. "So tempting."
He gulped noticeably. I smiled sweetly at him. I continued to compliment his work as I pulled my hair out of my pony tail. I made sure to lick my lips and touch his arm.
"We're going," I heard a voice say. A thrill went through me. I turned to see my boyfriend looking like and angel of death.
"Let's go," he snapped. His large hand curled around my arm and he pulled me along forcefully. His grip got tighter even when he heard my giggle of satisfaction.
We were in the car and he was speeding. He had a hand tight on the steering wheel. I noticed his firmly clenched jaw. I tried to pull one of his hands off and down to my aching pussy.
"Greedy bitch," he snarled and pulled himself away. It was fine. He could be that way if he wanted.
I shimmied my dress off. He could only see me from the corner of his eye because he had to drive. I pressed my ass, only covered by a small thong, against the window. I knew cars were seeing because I heard honking.
"You fucking whore," Timothée hissed and pulled me harshly so I fell back in my seat.
"Then pay attention to me," I pouted.
"Be patient," he demanded.
"I don't want to be, I want your dick. I want your hot, salty, cum," I told him, as I petted his arm.
"Don't hold your breath," he said with a wolf's grin.
I decided to take it to the extreme. I pulled open the sun roof and whipped my bra off. I stood up on the leather seat of his Tesla and I showed myself to the world. I let out a whoop of elevation as I shook my tits for all to see.
The car swerved to the right. It was all I could do to stay standing. I knew I'd have a bruise on my side come tomorrow, and I'd love it. I'd love the mark that meant my stubborn boyfriend couldn't take it a moment longer. He needed me.
I was yanked down and thrown in the backseat like the victim of a kidnapping. I was beaming as his belt was clinking. It was slid deftly out of the loops and tightened around my thighs. All I wore now were sopping panties, and I was sure I looked a sight.
"You know I'm only allowed to see you like that," he growled.
"You know I love attention," I responded.
"I'll have to teach you a lesson then."
"I'm sure I'll love a lesson," I said, determined to misbehave.
"You want cum?" He asked with a fierce look.
"I said I did, didn't I?" I countered. He pulled his pants down roughly. It made me even more wet that he was practically fully clothed, but I was bound and naked.
He gripped me by the hair. He gave me a dark smirk as he lifted me. He had his pants down now. He slammed his cock down my throat. My eyes were watering immediately, but I wanted to be a good girl.
"That's it little slut. You said you wanted cock, so take it," he said as he thrust himself deep down my throat.
"Mmmf," I choked on the length.
"Such a whore, but I know it's me you really want. Trying to get other people's attention. I know you want me. I know it's all for me."
He was stuffing me full of his dick. It was slick between my thighs. He was snapping his hips with no care for me. I hoped people saw how he punished his toy in his car. I hoped some paps caught us and labelled me as Chalamet's slut.
"Gagging love?" He asked in a mocking tone as spittle dribbled down my chin. Tears were messing up my mascara. I was burning up. I felt so turned on I began to hump the air. Timothée laughed at my pathetic display.
"Such a needy cock sucker," he crooned. He pulled my hair even harder. He was fucking my skull. He yanked my head back and forth to milk his dick. I was sure my throat must be bulging with it.
"Oh fuck. I'm gonna cum, take it slut," he ordered. Soon, the ropes of hot and salty cum were spewing down my throat. I obediently gulped down. I made eye contact with him.
"There we go, that should keep you satisfied until I have enough patience to deal with you," he snarled. He threw me back down and I was shocked that he climbed into the drivers seat.
"T-Timmy," I moaned, feeling cum drunk. I wanted to rub my stomach and have him touch me. I wanted to treasure the load but my legs were strapped together and I found it hard to move. I had a ring of milky cum around my mouth.
"Nope, stay there where I can keep an eye on you. When we get home, you'll get another punishment."
"Another?" I wailed, wondering how long it would take to get release.
"You saying you don't want my hands on you?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.
"No-No sir," I said quietly.
"Then be a good pet and don't show off. Stay docile until I decide you deserve some help," he said with a drawl.
"Mhmm, yes sir."
