MiniSeries About Timothee Chalamet

Ghost Face P1

Warnings - serial killer, ghost face, boyfriend being unwantedly touchy, boyfriend thinks girlfriend is being raped, fake rape, threatening with a weapon, tying someone up, forcing someone to watch you have sex, cheating, sex with a mask on, toxic, unprotected sex, faking anger and trauma, traumatic situation, trading someone for your life, break in, knife play a lil, daddy kink, ass slapping, covering mouth during sex, cream pie

I'd always wanted to be in an unlikely situation, but I hadn't wanted this. A serial killer, scary mask and all was haunting our town. My friends were dying, and no one felt safe.

On the more boring and mundane side of things, I was getting really sick of my boyfriend Joey. I hadn't told him, but I'd been falling for our new classmate Timothée. He was dreamy, and sweet, and spoke French, who wouldn't fall in love? On Friday, Timothée had flirted with me. I'd given him reason to believe I was favorable towards it.

Joey was trying to cop a feel. I kept shoving his hand away.

"Baby, come on, we haven't had sex in two weeks," he whined.

"Sorry if my mind is on more important things, like our dead friends," I snapped.

"We can't do anything about that," he pouted. "Let me take your mind off it."

"Joey," I started angrily. Just then my glass door shattered. I screamed as I saw a tall figure, with a woeful skull mask, and a long knife.

"What's your favorite scary movie?" Asked the voice.

"This can't be happening!" Joey said in shock.

"Get upstairs!" Demanded the figure.

"There's two of us, and you just have a knife," snapped Joey.

"The knife makes things a little more pretty, my favorite color is red, but it isn't a necessity," said Ghostface, pulling out a gun and taking off the safety.

We went upstairs, where Ghostface tied up Joey, and commanded him to keep his eyes open, and watch. Once he'd turned so that Joey couldn't see him, he put a finger to his disfigured mouth, and pulled down his mask. It was Timothée! He again shushed me, and I nodded ever so slightly. The mask was back in place.

"So, Joey," he turned, changing his voice. "Me and your girlfriend are going to play a game."

"What are you going to do to her!" Joey demanded.

"Take her," he growled. Timothée pushed me onto the bed and hovered over me. He leaned down to my ear.

"We don't have to do this if you don't want. You can tell me to stop," he whispered.

"No, I want it," I said back, disgusted with how much this turned me on. He used the knife to cut off my clothing. I was panting. We were turned away from Joey so he moved the mask off slightly.

"I'll put it back on," he muttered. "But I've been dying to taste these nipples. You must've been cold Friday, they stuck out and I was so hard."

I moaned loudly, trying to sound upset as he sucked on my buds hard. It felt sinfully good. He put the mask back in place and moved us so that Joey had a full view.

"No! Y/n!" Called Joey dismally. Timothée pulled up his robe. The cold dead eyes of the mask stared at me, but I was looking at his length. It was about twice Joey's and dripping with precum.

"Ready for me?" He said under his breath.

"Yes," I responded.

"Put on a good show, say ghost if it's too much," he ordered. He shoved into me.

"Noooo, stop," I fake begged. He began to pump into me wildly. I loved the way he stretched me out. This felt like the best pleasure I had ever had. I secretly played with my nipples for him, pretending I was trying to be modest.

"Ohhhh, your pussy is so good," he moaned in his affected voice.

"You're a monster!" I moaned. I was gripping the sheets in an effort to stop myself from full on whimpering. I was panting as his cock mixed my insides.

"D-daddy," I whined under my breath and he chuckled darkly. His gloved hand whipped my ass. I turned my scream of pleasure into a pitiful one for Joey. Timothée was cheating with me in front of my boyfriend, and that shouldn't have been hot, but It really was.

"I'm very close good girl," he caressed my face. Chills erupted over me. He began to fuck me so hard my head was hitting the headboard and I didn't even care. I couldn't fathom the power of his cock.

"T-Tim-" I almost said his name but his hand clamped over my mouth. He gave two extra powerful thrusts for emphasis and took his hand away.

"I'm close," I gasped. I squeezed my legs together as I came, clenching him needily.

"Oh!" He grunted and began pouring cum into me. He shot more ropes than anyone ever had inside me. He fucked it into me a couple of times before pulling out. I had one hand on my stomach and the other covering my pussy, feeling dizzy with pleasure.

"Ahhhggg, so full," I moaned.

He stalked over to Joey, who began to blubber.

"Don't kill me, please don't kill me! You can have her!"

"Pathetic," said Ghostface, and cut him down. He was gone in seconds.

"That was so traumatic," Joey wailed.

"Yeah....traumatic," I said as sighed in satisfaction.