Juicy ~ Timothée Chalamet (Timothée OC's)

MÉNAGE À TROIS

this will be harry styles x timmy x reader, if you're not into it please skip this chapter.
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He turned twenty-five today. It took me months to get reservations at his favorite restaurant, inviting all who was important to him. We got  the best wine, his favorite dish, and I got a special cake made for him. I made sure he was especially catered to tonight and it was a great success.

"Thank you for tonight, it was perfect." He places both hands on each side of my face, kissing the top of my forehead.

"I had to pull out all the stops for you." I smile up at him, "Are you ready to go?"

He simply nods grabbing my hand as we say our 'goodbyes' then he leads me to the car, opening my door for me to get in. We were about to walk into our condo when he turned to me.

"So I was thinking since it's my birthday-" He starts, "I wanted to do something really special, special for the both of us."

"And what is that?" I look at him inquisitively, unlocking the door and walking inside.

He helps remove my jacket as well as his own, hanging them both up before standing in front of me. He peppers kisses all over my neck, down to my collar bone.

"Go in the bedroom, put on your best lingerie, and you'll find out once you're done." He mumbles onto my skin.

I grin nodding at his statement, making my way to the bedroom doing as he asks. I put on a blue lingerie set, Timmy's favorite color, and freshened myself up in the bathroom before putting my robe on and making my way back to the living room.

To my surprise none other than Harry Styles sat on our couch.Confusion strikes as I try to cover myself a little more, surprised to have a guest here.

Him and Timothée each with a drink in their hands, laughing with each other - A glass set on the coffee table for me.

"Harry? What a pleasant surprise, I wasn't expecting you!" I take my seat next to Timothée sending him a confused look, sipping the clear liquid, wincing slightly at the burn.

"Aren't the best surprises unexpected?" He flashes a toothy grin at me, I return the notion.

"I invited Harry over to, y'know, help us out." Timothée states looking me up and down.

"Uh- With what exactly?" I look at them both equally confused.

"With our something special, mon amour." Timothée says lowly, leaning into me. Harry takes a drink from his glass eyeing us both hungrily.

"For my birthday, I want you to let us make you feel good, let us both love you." He runs his hand up my thigh.

"But only if you're comfortable with it, love." Harry chimes in, "I wouldn't want to make you feel pressured."

I nod my head slowly trying to take everything in. It was almost shocking Timothée would want to let another man look at me, let alone touch me. Or in this case, fuck me, considering how possessive he is.

I bite my lip looking between them, before gulping down my drink, pouring another one from the cocktail shaker.

"Only because it's your birthday-" I say quietly as I pour my next drink, "Let's do it."

A blatant lie on my part, nobody in their right mind would turn down such an opportunity.

"Really?" They both say in unison excitedly.

"Really, really." I giggle at their childish looks to one another, "I trust you."

After I consume just the right amount of alcohol, Timothée stands and Harry follows his lead, my nerves building up in my stomach as they wait for me to rise from the couch.