Imagine/one shots-Timothée Chalamet

「Sub and dom ex's」(smut/ish)

your dress

(if I see one of comment body shaming Lizzo as a "joke" I will personally report you.Women support all women✊🏻)

Your bodyguard helps you out of your suv and paparazzi capture every move out of you. You waited for this day to see your ex's Timotheé. He had the nerve to hopelessly break up to me, he said that "I was too much to handle". I make  and star in the best movies in Hollywood everyone caters to me but him. He's emotional and he's too innocent, something I hate in other's but on him it fires me up. Riding him by a mirror and forcing him to look at us while he weakly moaned, barely forming out a correct word- for example. Then there would be times my bipolar disorder would skyrocket and he'll keep me grounded. I missed him emotionally and I know he miss me physically, we are yin and yang.

After the split, I made sure he knew that I had other men in my life. Teasing men in public for reporters to see in broad daylight, making out in public and leading them to my penthouse so I'll be on tmz the next day. Every man didn't feel like Timotheé, though, but he had the nerve to agonize me by keeping a clean look. He knows I'd rather see him with a different woman because I know she couldn't fill his needs like I do, but he stayed single because I'd want to pounce on him and he'll let me down.

Fans cry out for you and you sign autographs till it's you turn to walk on the carpet. You fix you hair and walk on the carpet confidently and the you felt your face soften looking at Timotheé with a straight face simply ignoring you. I promise by the end of the night he will wish he never did that. You plaster a grin and pose for the photographers as the flashing lights reflect on you, Timotheé can't help but stare.

Timmy's pov.

My hands felt clammy and my heart is beating out of my chest so bad I can barely breathe. Y/n is here and she has the familiar evil grin on her face. I thought I had evaporated all the feelings of her but it's coming back, which I don't need. Her attitude was so disruptive and fast paced that I couldn't bear to keep up. She is a straight up, cut throat and easily irritated by others. I felt bad for them most of the time. I take the last picture on the carpet and head off to the building. I need to focus on my nomination than her.

She hated showing her weaknesses and she'd let it build up till I'm the one picking the pieces up and she'd use sex to make us feel better. I loved it but it wasn't right. I was and wasn't taking advantage of the situation, I halfheartedly said no and she couldn't take a no for a answer. I just needed someone more simpler and not so overpowering to me. I brush my fingers in my hair as I'm guided to the event. I shouldn't even be thinking about her anymore, I have a chance of seeing winning best new generation actor.

I walk to my table where Zendaya sits and a empty seat. I greet her and we talk about how we're feeling about this night. I really hope Dune does good tonight, and Zendaya and I get a award. As we're in a middle of conversation and the smile on her falls flat. I look into her eye direction and Y/n stands there with a smug look on her face. She stares down Zendaya in a intense way and causally sits next to me. My stomach turns nervously. Zendaya shakes her head at the scene and talks to Another cast member. This is what I hated about Y/n, she got jealous out of nothing. I clench my jaw and look at the stage where cameras are getting ready to roll any second as the whole room gets dark.

I feel her hand on my thigh and my heart skips multiple beats. I glance at her and look down at her hand where it barely missed me. Y/n is possessive and jealous, I wasn't happy with her. I told her I loved her everyday and she'd just respond with "I know you do.". She had me on a leash and I didn't feel loved. She bites her lip and rubs my tip sternly slow.

I grab her wrist and she pulls my hand to her parted legs. I could feel the blood rush in me and the flashbacks when we had sex comes back. Hair tugging, pounding, sucking, tears, screaming orgasms, scratching, choking, slaps, rounds of sex swirl in my head. My fingers slide between her wet folds and she puts my hand back where my boner being held down by dress pants. I can feel her stare but I just stare down at my lap, not sure what to do. She leans over to my ear and holds the back of my neck.

"You're still my bitch look how hard you are for me... meet me in the bathroom in five minutes." With that she gets up.

I look up and Zendaya sends me a confused face but I shake my head for her not to worry. And when those five minutes came I excused myself to the bathroom.