Juicy ~ Timothée Chalamet (Timothée OC's)

PUNISHMENT

'Where the hell are you.'

You sent the text awaiting a response. It was around 10:30PM and Timothée still hadn't come home yet, this was beginning to be a reoccurring thing with him. It was Thursday which makes this the third time he's come home late with no heads up after not seeing you all day.

You sigh angrily running a hand through your hair, a brilliant idea popped into your mind.

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You put the last curl in your hair, and double checked your makeup, also making sure the lingerie you had on was perfect. A baby pink set with a matching garter belt, complete with white stockings. You had to admit you looked good as fuck. You squat down in front of the full length mirror in your bedroom, the dark furniture and accents making your lingerie pop even more against your tanned skin, snapping a picture. You adjust yourself in a few different poses until you're satisfied with the lot of them.

You pick a few of the pictures to post, knowing exactly what you were doing, and what it would get you. The likes and comments flood in, but you were only looking for one specifically. Of course he had seen it already.

'So you can like my picture but you can't fucking text me back?'

You were fuming at this point. It wasn't the fact he was coming home late, it was the fact that even when he was home, you felt neglected by his lack of attention to you. It was as if you weren't there to begin with. You lay in bed scrolling still in your lingerie, not thinking he'd be home anytime soon as per usual. At about 1AM you heard the front door slam, heavy footsteps following behind it. He swung open the bedroom door, an obvious scowl on his face. You knew he was furious, that's exactly how you wanted him.

"Are you fucking kidding me y/n?" He spat, slamming the door behind him.

"Wow you actually know I exist now, how convenient!" You sarcastically chuckle, "You come home late as fuck almost every night this week then turn around and pay me no attention? If you won't give it to me, someone else will." Venom lacing your voice, egging him on.

"You are such a fucking brat!" He raises his voice at you.

He's exactly where you want him. You scoff at his remark continuing to scroll, doing your best to contain the excitement boiling in your lower region. Suddenly you feel his hand gripping your hair tightly, pulling your head back so you're looking into his green orbs.

"Why are you so set on pissing me off, is this what you fucking want?" He says in a stern whisper.

You bite down on your bottom lip to stop yourself from moaning, unwilling to give him that satisfaction yet.

"Maybe if you paid more attention to me Timothée, I wouldn't have to make you mad to get it, I wouldn't have to look in other places for it." Anger floods his face at your words.

"You know what you're doing, and bad girls get fucking punished" He says lowly, flipping you onto your back- his hands roam over your stockings and panties.

"You're getting my full attention now-" He starts kissing your neck "You do as I say and only that." He growls spreading your legs apart getting in between them.

He kisses from your neck to your cleavage, pinching your nipples through the sheer bra you had on, his mouth traveling down your stomach stopping at the top of your underwear. Your heart rate quickens as he kisses the top of them.

"Please-" You whimper to him.

"Did I say you could speak?" He comes back up to your face lightly choking you.

"No-" He chokes you a little harder now.

"Shut your fucking mouth." He snaps, you were undeniably soaked from the interaction, a sensual sigh leaving your mouth.