MiniSeries About Timothee Chalamet

Get A Room part 3

Warnings - jealousy, misogyny, unsupportive parents, Timmy with pained nails 🤤, talking about moving in, insecure about relationship, hand fetish, talking about sub male, rings!!!, fingering with rings on, sucking on fingers, unprotected sex, smut, PDA, mentioning cumming in pants,

"Are you nervous?" I asked. My parents were throwing a huge party, and I'd asked if I could bring Timmy. He would technically be meeting them for the first time, but without the awkwardness of it being full of purpose.

"A little, you did say your parents wouldn't like me," he said nervously.

"Yeah, it's not anything you can help though, it's ingrained misogyny," I shrugged.

"Okay, explain it again. It always sounds so dumb I forget."

"Okay, so my dad is a very traditional man's man, and my mom is a very traditional woman. Somehow, they had a daughter who likes skinny twig boys with some feminine qualities, and pretty features. They perceive females as weak, therefore needing a strong man, who drives a stupid truck and can lift 200 pounds no problem. Here's the issue, I literally cannot stand that type of man, and never have. I even questioned if I liked anyone sometimes because that was so forced. Then I realized oh, I have a type, and babe, you emulate it perfectly. They are going to be all 'it's just never who we pictured you with' and 'can he protect you'."

"I can protect you," he frowned.

"Of course you can baby, and to be honest, I'd rather be with someone who couldn't, with your qualities, than with someone who could beat someone up, but was nothing like you," I said, pressing a kiss to his nose.

"So what I'm gleaning from this conversation," he said, wrapping his arms around me, and swaying us back and forth. "Is that you think I'm really pretty."

"You are quite the stunner," I agreed. He nuzzled his nose with mine.

"Should I wear nail polish just to piss them off?" He asked.

"Oh my goodness please do! I can't wait to see my dad's reaction when he shakes your hand."

"Alright Mon Amor," he grinned. We'd finally said I love you to one another, and we're tentatively talking about moving in together. Things were going great. Our sex life was great too. We giggled as we painted one another's nails happily.

Finally, it was time to go. I admired my boyfriends hands as he turned the wheel. He'd worn many rings, and the nail polish topped it all off.

"I think I have a hand fetish," I sighed as we parked, and took his hand and kissed it.

"Mmm, keep doing that and we'll be late," he said. I sucked two of his fingers into my mouth, tasting the metallic rings.

"Uhhhh, baby, I can't take that. You're going to make me cum in my pants," he whined.

"You meeting my parents with cum in your boxers does sound kinda hot," I winked.

"I can't with you," he giggled.

"Come on pretty boy, let me show you off," I said.

We walked in, and meeting my parents was just as awkward as I'd expected. My father had looked horrified when he saw Timothée's hands, decked out in jewelry, with nails alternating pink and black. It was all I could do to keep from cackling. When Timothée went to get a drink, they were hissing whispers to me.

"Are you two serious, because I would have never pictured you with someone like that," my mother said.

"He's just my type," I swooned, watching his ass as he got a cup.