Long Series About Timothee Chalamet

Hayloft (P6)

Warnings - smut, unprotected sex, proposal during sex, talk of the afterlife, inappropriate father, abusive parent, death of a parent, longing, memories, mentions of masturbation, cock warming, mentions of potential molestation, mentions of suicide

I could feel him, actually feel him. He was here. Sure he wasn't completely solid, but I was no longer slipping through him. I cried in his arms.

"It's you, you're here," I sobbed, as I held his face. "My Timmy."

"Mon Amor," he said, crying tears of his own.

"I can't believe this is real," I wept.

"It is, it is and we'll never miss each other again."

"Make love to me, I've missed you so much," I begged. He nodded eagerly. We used to be so slow when we made love, but we were much too eager. We didn't even move to the bed. Out clothes were off in an instant and he was pushing inside me. It was hard to explain how it felt. It felt as if maybe his body was weaker than before, or like I was numb, I couldn't feel as much sensation, but I could feel pressure. He still felt wonderful, regardless of the slightly muted sensation. He was still inside me, and I was thankful that. For a moment he didn't move, just enjoyed being inside me.

"I love you," he shuddered.

"I love you," I said, tears still in my eyes. I was so happy. He began to thrust. Neither of us would've said it was as good as it previously had been, but we were together. He took my hands and gripped them and raised them above my head. Our fingers interlocked. It was our old favorite position, it gave him control while also gave us intimacy.

"Oh, you feel so good," I praised him as he bucked his hips needily.

"You are everything," he told me as he watched my boobs bounce as he thrust. He pressed deep into me chasing our old pleasure. Seeing the effort he was making had me crying again. He was so good to me. I met his thrusts, letting him go deeper. I relished the sound of slapping skin, wet noises had been absent when he'd helped himself to the image of me masturbating. The sounds were so human, and real.

"Your pussy feels just as perfect as ever," he gasped. I leaned in to kiss him. We made out as he rocked into me as hard as he could. He was becoming sweaty with the effort, another distinctly human thing.

"I think I'm gonna cum," he moaned.

"Do it, inside me, I want to feel your cum. I want you to explode inside me," I begged.

"Fuck, will you marry me? I know I've asked before, but when we go back, I'll get the ring I always meant to give you. Please marry me."

"Yes, yes Timothée I will marry you and I will love you forever in this world, and in whatever comes after that," I said, now knowing there was an afterlife of some sort.

My words had him painting my insides white. The familiar feeling of him shooting ropes of cum in me had me coming undone as well. My cunt fluttered around his cock again and again. He was moaning, as he felt me.

"I thought I'd never feel that again," he said. I pulled him to me, not letting him pull out as I held him with joy.

We fucked like rabbits over the next three days. Finally, it was time for me to go get my dad. I'd driven Timothée to my old house. In a horrible irony, he was going to be living in the hayloft. I would have to go get my dad alone.

"Daddy!" I cheered as I forced myself to hold the hateful blob who would soon be dead. He hugged me tightly, and I felt his hand move down almost to my ass. I gritted and took it, making myself not detach.

"We're going home baby girl, we're going home," he said, tears in his eyes.

I was debriefed on the parole rules that I pretended to take very seriously. Soon, we were back at my old hell hole. I made my father dinner, and fixed the old tv. He was already getting too comfortable with this dynamic. He was ordering me around like a dog. I dutifully did as he asked, and obeyed his every word.

"Good night sweet heart," he said, leaving a kiss that lingered much too long on my cheek. As a child he'd never done anything I could call molestation, but it's always been like this. In his competition for power, he'd act very touchy with me. Long cheek kisses, hands too low on my back, insisting we go to every daddy daughter dance. I hated it. It always made me feel like I needed about seven showers. I did shower before I went out to see Timothée. He looked very bored.

"How was today Mon Amor?" He asked, instantly pulling me close, not minding my wet hair.

"Hard, he's so... touchy," I shivered.

"I can't wait to fucking murder that bastard," he growled. "Shooting is too kind a death for him."

"I agree," I sighed. "How are you doing being back here."

"I'm mostly remembering the good times we had in here, and not the one bad one," he shrugged. "Remember the time I made you come five times in one night?"

"It's only permanently etched in my brain," I chuckled.

"Mmm," he kissed my neck. "I should try to make it six before we burn down this place."

"Yes please," I giggled.

"I did go get the ring while I waited," he said, showing me a beautiful sapphire and pearl ring that had been in his family for generations.

"It was hard, but I did it," he smiled, and placed it on my finger.

"You should keep it," I said. "He'll get suspicious."

"Just wear it tonight, it makes me so happy to see it on you. You can put it back on me when you leave."

"Okay," I said contentedly.

"I wish I could tell my mom about this, she would be thrilled," he sighed.

"Oh Timmy, I hate to tell you this, but your mom. She's-"

"Dead," he finished. "Hung herself two months after I went."

"How did you know?" I asked in awe.

"I saw her, where I was. I told her all about you. She was the one who told me I wasn't like other spirits, it didn't seem like I was fully there, and I was always restless and in pain. She theorized it was because of you. That's when I started trying harder to appear to you. Sometimes I could see you, like I was looking through a window, and I would run into the image over and over, just hoping to get through."

"Then finally you did," I mused, I kissed him softly.

"You staying with me tonight?" He asked.

"Yeah, I can't stand to be in that place if I don't have to. I'll set an alarm to wake up at dawn."

He nodded, and I enjoyed the first night in the arms of my slightly solid lover.