Timothée Chalamet Smut

Sinister

Starts quite abrupt ;-)
This might be triggering for some so it includes mentions of blood, knives and ofcourse SMUT😏
Listen to Dick by Doja cat in the first paragraph and then listen to Tiptoe through the tulips in the rest of the paragraphs 😉

He thrusted his hips into mine violently, groaning at the noises our hips made. Looking at my eyes as i moaned loudly, my pussy clenching around his cock tightly.
'Fuck Timothée..harder!' He obeyed my request, taking my legs and throwing them on his shoulder now pounding into me. I squirmed as he hit my spot, from my reaction he could tell i was close 'Calm down y/n or i might have to go harder' he smirked at me as i threw my head back in pleasure, he continued with his harsh movements groaning and moaning loudly. I took matters into my own hands, using my legs to flip him over and bounce on his cock, he gripped my hips tightly and began to thrust his hips upwards, his cock hitting that spot so deep inside me. We began to pant as our bodies collided with each other,  the wet noises vibrating off the walls as he held my hips whilst i bounced, we moaned in unison as we came our high glittering our faces with afterglow.

He lifted me off him gently and placed me on the bed as he disappeared to the bathroom to fetch a cloth, he came back shortly and wiped our residue off my inner thighs and lower stomach, i thanked him as he disappeared back into the bathroom, whilst he was gone i began to look around his room, nothing stood out until i noticed a small faint red stain on the bedsheets, it couldnt have been from our little rendezvous it was too old. I looked to the bathroom door which was ajar.
I decided to investigate, i mean how serious could this little stain be, i peeked through the gap to see him looking at himself in the mirror, he smirked at himself then began to smile, a smile shown only by the most sinister of people.

As i kept my gaze on his face as a loud noise startled me, it didnt seem to phase him however he merely rolled his eyes at his clumsiness, he bent down and picked up the object, placing it on the edge of the sink. I went on my tip toes to try and see what dropped, he bent down and retrieved what looked like cleaning supplies, placing them on the floor in a straight line, he bent back down and grabbed some wipes cleaning the object slowly whilst humming a song slowly, i looked back to the bed to locate my phone which luckily was still on his bedside table. I looked back into the door to try and get a closer look at the mysterious object, he picked it up and placed it up to the light, smiling at the immaculate cleanliness of his knife..

A knife!!
Could just be a knife kink i thought, or even a blood kink? But the look on his face suggested something else, he had put the wipes back but not the other cleaning supplies. I started to walk back to the bed slowly making sure to not become a walking horror movie stereotype. I picked up my phone and messaged my friends just to let them know where i was, i waited for them to reply back only to notice that they had all not been online for a long time. 11 hours, 2 days, 19 hours..where could they be? I noticed the time 3am, i couldnt have been here that long.

The wifi wasnt working either, i turned my data on messaging my parents..ofcourse it was late they wouldnt see the message until the early morning. My alarmed thoughts were cut off by the lights in the house switching off and to my suprise my phone dying in my hands. The once cozy apartment he owned became ominous and insidious.
my head turned towards the bathroom door which began to slowly creak open, i got up and kept my back to the wall in order to quiet my footsteps i headed towards the kitchen, walking as quickly as i could to the knife rack which made me do a double take when i felt that it was empty..he planned it.

I watched as she peeked through the door, she thought i wouldnt notice. I heard her walk back to the bed and grab her phone, she was easy target really her friends all lived close, parents not too far by. She was the perfect target ofcourse i meant her no harm but it wasnt my fault, i mean bad things happen to good people all the time, an unfortunate missing adult, no one would far not the police not her family members of even her closest friends, they would probably just think she went on a "self journey retreat"
I looked back at the mirror noticing myself drift out of my body slowly, i felt like i had no control at these times, i became possessive and impulsive, i watched as my eyes closed the light turning off as i re opened them.
i faced the door and watched as it opened slowly i saw her turn her head in fear, my eyes locking with hers as she stood up and walked into the kitchen, the whole house was pitch black as she moved slowly being cautious with every step, i watched as she lifted her hand onto the knife rack.

I had to think quick, lord knows where he is, i attempted to open the door like the idiot i am, i knew it would be locked so option B, i rummaged through the drawers as quietly as i could to try and find anything i could use as a weapon. I turned around to see a figure standing in the bedroom, i slowly walked backwards as the bedroom light turned on, the figure began to walk towards the light slowly, the hallway light also turned on making the figure walk towards it faster i looked up seeing a light above my head, a few more steps and he would be right in my face. The light turned on and i watched as he smirked and walked towards me, i closed my eyes and hoped that this nightmare would be over. The light switched off and the figure was gone, the only light was from the bathroom. I looked at the clock on the wall 3:33, i faced forward only to be faced with Timothée, he wrapped his hand around my neck tightly, smirking as my eyes rolled back, i began to kick my legs hoping to make him fall, he just kept smiling as i struggled to breathe, the lightd began to flicker as the air from my lungs began to decrease my eyes closed as his hands tightened, with a thud i was dropped to the floor.

he stood back to admire his victim, only to retreat back to the bathroom and look at himself in the mirror, the feeling of himself slowly drifing back into his body, gasping at the feeling of his eyes returning back to normal. He looked in the mirror again feeling confused at what happened.

Part 2??