A/N - pretend the movie is about tennis not table tennis bc idk how to make table tennis sexy 😅
Info - dom Timothée, costar reader, vouyerism, degrading language, tennis shenanigans, humping objects, spit kink, skull fuck, dehumanisation, oral (male receiving), no aftercare, humping shoe, being caught masturbating
"This is why you always come and watch my scenes even when you're not in them isn't it?" Timothée crooned. He had a vice grip on my jaw. I was practically panting like a dog.
He had caught me on the set when I wasn't meant to be. I was his costar technically but I wasn't in much of the movie along side him. However, I'd been enamoured since day one. I couldn't help watching when he was playing.
The sweat and muscles flexing were kryptonite to me. The court was technically public property. It didn't hurt anyone if I snuck on it later and smelled the bench where he took a break. Things had escalated when I'd somewhat absentmindedly touching myself as I watch him from my hiding place.
This game of voyeurism had become addicting. I felt like such a slut as I listened to the wetness of my pussy. All I needed the veins in his arms, the grunts as he swung, and the sweat rivulets running down his body and I went to town. The most mundane porn and yet I had to stifle cries when I came undone.
He'd caught me today. He'd decided to stay past the crew and practice. His dedication to the craft was part of what made me so needy. I'd hoped I could go another round without being spotted. I hoped in vain. Yet, being caught didn't bring the terror I expected. Instead, a gushing of wetness had pooled in my core at his dark expression of judgement.
Soon his face had curled into a mask of smugness. His eyes lazily surveyed the little tennis uniform I were. My skirt hardly reached my knees and my collared top was tight. My pussy was throbbing from the constant playing and the fact that I hadn't finished before he caught me.
Now I was on the ground. He'd stuck out his racket's shaft and ordered me to rub myself on it. The handle had become slick as I whined and rode the equipment.
"Oh, fuck, oh, Timothée," I moaned.
"You nasty little whore, you're literally dripping onto the court," he nearly snarled with perverse delight.
I looked down while heaving to see he was correct. Droplets of arousal were falling from my needy cunt. I bit my lip and I squeezed my eyes shut in sick pleasure.
"Feel this", he offered. He took one of the fuzzy balls he'd been handling. He pressed it against my chin and then trailed it up to my mouth.
"Kiss them, they're as hairy as my balls, and we know you want those," he chuckled darkly.
"Oh, oh," I whined. My lips pursed and I placed them on the ball. My eyes rolled back in my head as I imagined his ACTUAL balls slapping my chin.
"I can see your nipples through your shirt, you disgusting bitch," he whispered.
I knew I was being treated like a piece of meat but I couldn't seem to care. My swollen clit was rubbing against the smooth rubber handle, and my mouth was practically making out with the balls that had sweat from his hands.
Then he took it all away. My eyes opened in a flash. I looked up at him like a needy dog. I was in a puddle of my own need.
I saw that he had pulled down his shorts. His cock was out and a bead of precum sat at the tip. I licked my lips. I tried to give him the most innocent and begging eyes I could manage. I was still panting.
"You need the real thing?" He crooned almost cruelly.
"So badly," I agreed.
I was nearly drooling as he shoved his cock in my mouth. He grabbed the back of my head roughly and began to fuck my skull. His hand was tangled in my hair but no pain could match the pure bliss of being choked on his dick.
He was ramming so deeply and perversely. Strings of spit and saliva were dripping from my mouth to the green top. I couldn't breathe, but what did that matter?
"Fucking, voyeur slut," he grunted as his hips pistoned like a machine. He looked like a dark angel above me while he thrust deeper and deeper inside of my throat.
"Mmmmm," I moaned. I rubbed and humped my cunt against the ground as I took the mouthful of sweaty, huge, dick.
"Drooly princess," he laughed at me which made me tingle everywhere.
I was making needy noises as he fucked and fucked. His large hands held my hair and face so tight and still. What was I other than a cocksleeve?
"Gonna dump my spunk in ya, you want that pretty girl?" He asked me.
"Mhmm," I nodded.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck! Wanna ruin your delicate throat!" He growled and his hot sperm was flooding my mouth. I was almost gagging on the huge load. My eyes welled with tears as I tried my absolute best to swallow. I was gulping down his overwhelming amount of cum.
"Show me," he ordered.
"Ahhh, hah," I whimpered as I hung open my mouth. My white coated tongue lolled out.
He grabbed his phone from his pocket. He snapped a photo of me. When he turned to show, I was even more turned on.
My eyes were spiderwebbed with red. Tears had streaked down my cheeks. A mess of silver saliva and pearlescent spunk shone on my lips and chin. I looked like a stray dog. My legs were reddened from kneels and I was clearly out of breath.
"You like looking like that?" He asked me, leaning close to my ear.
"Yessss," I cried in a strangled voice.
"Like being treated like a pet, a desperate animal in heat?" He crooned.
"Please."
"Lay down," he ordered.
I did what he said. He next told me to lift my skirt. I looked away but did what he said. I knew my pussy was puffy and soaked.
"So pathetic," he tutted.
He used the tow of his tennis shoe and began to massage my needy bundle. I was wailing, completely at his mercy, he was pressing and kneading.
"Oh, please, ahhh, ahh!"
"Keep getting off on only my shoe bitch," he snapped. I grabbed his shoe and ground up against it. I was thrusting up. I needed to get off the feeling was too much.
"Yes, yes!" I said in a worshipful tone.
He spat on me, and that was it. I was underneath the man I'd been spying, caught like an animal in a trap. He treated me like nothing. There wasn't anything that turned me on more.
"Timothée!" I screamed. It echoed in the night as my slick coated the bottom of his shoe. I arched upwards. I saw stars and my world spun as complete and utter nirvana spread through every cell of my body.
"I bet that won't even be enough for you, slut," he chuckled. He wiped off his shoe and left me there heaving and reeling.
