Long Timothee Chalamet Stories

My Best Friend's Father (P1)

Warnings - crushing on friends dad, homophobic parent, strict parent, weird power dynamic, young dad Timmy, dad Tim, older Timmy but looks young, desiring oral, younger reader but of age, unprotected sex

He'd been a young Dad, barely 19 when my best friend Monica had been born. She looked a lot more like her mother, who was separated from Timothée. She lived primarily with her mother, and since I'd never seen her dad, he seemed like a ghostly figure, one with no real face. I'd never even seen a picture of him.

When I had finally met her dad it had been one of the most awkward days of my life. Firstly, because I hadn't known it was her dad, and I'd been majorly flirting. Second, because he look no older than thirty, and younger if you didn't look too close. Thirdly, I didn't think I'd ever been more attracted to someone in my life. I'd honestly thought it was one of her friends.

"Y/n, this is my dad, dad, this is one of my best friends, y/n," Monica seemed excitedly we had finally met.

"Oh," I'd said and I was happy he also looked mortified, so I had recognized the spark correctly.

"Monica I need a huge favor," I called her in desperation.

"What?" She asked. She sounded truly concerned.

"My dad kicked me out again," I said.

My dad was a pastor with a horrible anger problem. Any small thing he perceived that I did wrong, and I was out of the house. I was trying to save up to move out. It was hard when you had to shell out money for a motel stay every couple days.

"Oh babe, I'm so sorry. I'm kinda with Jenna right now. We had a whole romantic day planned..."

"I'm sorry, I'll get a motel, I'm sorry I called," I said.

"No, that isn't what I meant. If you're okay with being alone, you can go to my dad's place."

I gulped. How would I handle that?

"I'm staying there for like two weeks, while I try to figure out how to tell my mom her only daughter is in love with a girl. A girl who just said she plans on proposing."

"She did not!" I said excitedly.

"Yeah! I'm so excited," Monica giggled. "But yeah I just texted my dad. You are free to stay as long as you want. I'll be back later. Also, no need to be tight lipped, my dad knows about Jenna and is totally supportive."

"Awesome!" I said shakily. She sent me his address and I drove to the house with my things in the back. I was dreading this. The sexual tension would be like a shitty hallmark movie, all missed touches and pining looks, just like it always was when I was around him. But this time, we'd be alone.

"Hey, welcome, I'm so sorry about your dad," he said as though he were a friend. He looked just as good as ever, and my heart was stumbling in my chest.

"Let me help you get set up in the spare room," he said sweetly. We were calmly unpacking my things. I put away a dress and turned around, and he was right there.

"Oh, hi," I said quietly.

"Hi," he said, and his eyes were searching me. "I'm sure you understand why this will be difficult for us. But I'm just trying to be a good person."

"Why would it be difficult?" I smirked leaning back on the dresser, letting one of my spaghetti straps fall down my shoulder.

"Don't do this to me, I'm not as strong willed as I look," he said, eyes glued to my form.

"I don't need you to be strong willed, I need you to be tight lipped," I said, and then I was kissing him eagerly. I couldn't believe the passion with which he responded. It was like he was a starving man, and I was fresh bread.

"I've liked you since the day we met," I moaned into his mouth as he took off my jacket. I ripped off his shirt.

"So have I, I couldn't believe my bad luck when Monica came over, because you'd practically hypnotized me," he told me as he shimmed out of his pants quickly.

"H-Holy shit," he murmured, eyes wide as he finally, really looked at me.

I was wearing a lilac nightgown, it was lacy and soft, and left little to the imagination, and the spaghetti straps barely stayed up. My nipples showed through the material.

"It's why I got thrown out," I chuckled, biting my lip.

"Bad girl," he purred. 

We began to kiss again. His hands brushed my peaked nipples over my gown. I was on fire.

"Please fuck me, please, I'm so horny," I said, pressing my body to his.

"Well, when you ask like that," he chuckled, and pulled off my gown. He moaned when he saw that I wore no underwear or bra.

"I need to see you," I said. He took off his clothing. He was slender, his skin still unwrinkled, and his cock, oh his cock was the biggest I'd ever seen.

"Talk about a dad bod," I gasped. I got to my knees.

"No, no, please, let me fuck you first," he pulled me up.

"Please," he begged.

"Okay," I nodded happily. He was inside me. I gasped as he pushed in and out. I was so turned on I could hardly breathe.

"You're so fucking big," I whined.

"You're, perfect, holy shit," he said, and he bent down to take one of my hard nipples into his mouth.

"Oh shit, Timothée," I groaned.

"Yes, yes, call me that, or Timmy, never Mr. Chalamet, never again, please," he pleaded.

"Never again," I promised. "I will always call you Timothée, Timothée, Timothée."

"Oh, I'm so close, where do you want me to cum?"

"C-could you cum inside me?" I asked.

"You want that?" He asked unsure.

"So much, I promise I'm on birth control. I'll get the morning after pill too just please, I need to feel you release inside me," I begged him.

"I am more than willing, trust me, I just want to make sure," he told me. He began to thrust into me in a wild manner, that I would never have expected him to be able to do.

"Oh, oh, oh, I'm so close, I'm so damn close," I moaned. I fell off the edge miraculously, the pleasure engulfing me as it never had with another lover. He was shooting into me, still pumping into me.

"Babes, I'm home with ice cream!" Monica called.

"Shit, shit, get clothed, we can pretend I was helping you," he said anxiously.