Long Series About Timothee Chalamet

The Director's Daughter (P7)

Warnings - age gap, hidden relationship, arguing, public handjob, handjob under table, cumming in boxers, self doubt about weight, needy Timmy, plus sized reader, Timmy's pov

"I can't go on like this, it's too much!"

"So you're going to walk away?" She demanded. "Like just leave me because it's hard?"

"Would you prefer I stay and hurt myself and you?" I demanded.

"No, I'd prefer you man up and help me fix what's broken," she snapped.

"Oh right, because I'm the one with all the problems," I scoffed.

"Is this because I gained a little weight. Do you now see me as someone you can talk to that way?" She asked, near tears.

"You know I love your body, it's not that at all, I just, I just don't know where we went wrong," I said hanging my head.

"And scene!" The director shouted. "That was perfection!"

"You both are killing it!"

"I want you so bad I think my cock might bust through my pants," I murmured to y/n. She smirked and when her father turned she gave me a nice squeeze.

"Ahh," I whimpered. "Evil girl."

"Don't tell me about it if I can't do anything for you," she shrugged.

"When we get back to the hotel I want to-"

"Timothée, y/n," the director beamed. "Why don't we go out and celebrate a movie three quarters of the way done!"

"What?" I squeaked, I was so needy.

"Drinks on me!" He crowed.

Y/n did not let me come back to her room with her. She said I'd distract her too much. I jerked off quickly in my bathroom, and tossed on an outfit.

She came out, and my jaw dropped. She looked so good that I was weak. She wore a a strapless mini dress, it was a tight leather mini dress. She wore dark thigh highs, with thigh circlets with metal hearts. She wore a cross choker, and her hair was straightened and gorgeous. She wore heavy eye makeup.

"You look absolutely amazing," I said with a gasp.

"Thanks," she smiled. I offered her my arm.

"You're going to kill me," I said as I led her out of the building. Her father wore a an eccentric suit as we piled into the limo. He seemed very interested in talking to me. Y/N was very quiet.

"What's the matter?" I texted her.

"How do you know something is wrong?" She sent back.

"Baby, I love you, I know you, at least I think I do," I wrote her.

"I forgot about that scene in the movie today. I don't really like that even my dad had to add something about my weight into the movie. Can't it just be a romance movie, why does it have to be 'fat girl gets a chance'. I'm just a girl, I'm not a fat girl, I'm a girl just like any other girl. I shouldn't have to feel so othered."

"Wow, I'm really sorry," I wrote back, and I felt some resentment grow as I spoke to her father.

"You know how I feel, but I can say it again if you want. Some people are old fashioned, you know your dad adores you though, it's why I'm so afraid of him."

"I do know how you feel, what you said right after we cut actually was the reason I didn't burst into tears. I really, really love you."

"I love you too, never doubt that I'm attracted to you. If I could kiss every inch of your skin right now I would 😘😘"