MiniSeries About Timothee Chalamet

Ghost Face P2

Warnings - boyfriend thinks partner is being raped, PTSD, scared, desiring cheating, actually cheating, mentions of porn, serial killer, fucking with mask on, dom Timmy, face fucking, degrading reader, use of slave, needing permission for things, begging to be a sex slave, calling reader slut and sex toy, talking about cum a lot, stealing someone's girlfriend, fucking next to someone who is asleep, calling police, cream pie, putting hand over someone's mouth, pulling hair, gagging, oral (male receiving), offering someone for your life, masturbating, no refractory period, knife kink a lil

I couldn't stop thinking of him. I saw him in school and knew what he'd done. Why didn't I care. Killing people was awful, but the way he'd taken me fantastic. He always smirked at me, with made my tummy twist with need.

I had yet to break it off with Joey, because the thrill of fucking Timothée again while still in a relationship was sexier than it should be. Also, he was terrified of everything now and I felt bad abandoning him. He woke up with night terrors, but I hadn't forgotten how he'd thought I was being raped, and offered the offender another go if he'd spare his life.

I was thinking about Timothée as I laid next to Joey, who was fast asleep. I quietly stuck my fingers down my pajama shorts, and began to fondle my clit, I was so wet it was hard for my fingers to stay steady on the bud of nerves.

"Timothée," I moaned, and as if I'd summoned him, Ghostface stood in my doorway, he waggled his fingers at me before approaching.

"Is he a deep sleeper?" He asked.

"Yes, oh please say you've come to fuck me," I begged.

"But of course," he bowed. Pulling up his robes he revealed his hard length.

"Been thinking about you too much," he said. I involuntarily reached out a hand, he grabbed it.

"Permission must be asked," he tutted, but then he cocked his head, he gave a long sniff. He brought his hand to the mask and sniffed again.

"Have you been touching yourself little dove? You smell of arousal," he said, and I could tell by his tone he was smirking.

"Yes, thinking of you, please, please can I suck your cock? I've never seen one so big, even in porn!"

"All you needed to do was ask," he said. I grabbed him greedily. I pumped him twice, his velvety hardness making me weak. I started with the tip, sucking and lapping. His erotic moan made me so horny I nearly couldn't sit still. Finally, I tried to take him deeper, I bobbed up and down, saliva dripping down my chin as I gagged.

"You've got a talented mouth, but you've had your fun, be a good girl and let me fuck that pretty mouth," he requested. I let my jaw go slack. He gripped my hair hard, and tears welled in my eyes. He began to fuck my mouth harshly, tip hitting the back of my throat.

"Ohhh, what a mouth," he moaned, and I wanted to touch myself, but I knew he wouldn't allow it. His balls slapped against my chin as he rammed into me. I was gagging on him.

"Good girl, such a nice fuck toy," he said smoothly. With another wild thrust he was cumming hot ropes down my throat. I cherished it, not knowing if I'd ever be able to swallow him cum again.

"You filled my belly full of cum Ghostface," I said, giving him doe eyes and fluttering lashes.

"Fuck, good enough for me to get hard again," he growled, and his gloved hand moved on his cock while he pushed me down. He brought out a concealed knife, and cut away my clothing.

"You're going to need to provide me a new wardrobe at some point," I chuckled, not actually caring. The old shirt had been Joey's anyway.

"I'll give you a shopping spree and we can fuck in every dressing room," he challenged as he slid into me.

"Should I wake him up and send him away?" I gasped as he filled me. "Ah, d-do you want me to break up with him?"

"Keep little Joey on a leash, I like taking his girl and fucking her full. He can stay there, he can sleep while I show his girlfriend what a real cock feels like."

His words had me so worked up I could barely stand it.

"Just don't fuck him to much, I don't do sloppy seconds," he grunted as he began to thrust. I was so enamored with the way his hips darted at a fast pace.

"Uhhhhhh, your coooooock," I moaned, my voice vibrating as he fucked me hard. He put a hand over my mouth, I licked the leather, wishing it was his skin.

"Gotta be quiet," he smirked. "Can't have JoJo calling the police can we."

"No, no, then you couldn't finish," I gasped. "All I want in this world is you to finish inside me."

"What a perfect slut I've found, with such a refined taste for huge cocks and only huge cocks," he gloated.

"Yes, take me in yours, make me your sex slave. Chain me up in a basement and let me live on your cum alone, oh fuck," I whined. He stretched me out so well. He was so massive and deep I was surprised I couldn't see the outline of him inside me. He should be tired but he just kept ramming into me, I hoped his hips bruised mine.

"Timothée, can I say it, can I say your name?" I begged.

"I'm about to cum, you can say it when I fill you, but not before," he ordered.

"Yes Ghostface," I nodded obediently. In his last stretch, his hips somehow sped up. They were nearly a blur as he fucked me.

"Gonna cum in you, gonna fill you up," he promised. Then he was releasing inside me, I was sure the only color my insides showed was white as he flooded me. I came undone as he groaned, still shooting.

"Oh, Timothée, yes, fuck yes, so fucking good! Fuck me!" I wailed.

"What the hell?" I heard Joey yell.

"Hello Joseph," Timothée cooed.

"Not again, get off her!"

He gave me one last thrust as Joey went for the phone. He disappeared as quickly as he'd come.

"Are you okay?" He asked as he dialed.

I held my hand over my pussy so the cum wouldn't leak out, with the other I rolled one of my nipples. I was basking in the after bliss, and wishing the full feeling could last forever.

"Yeah, I'm okay," I nearly moaned.