Juicy ~ Timothée Chalamet (Timothée OC's)

MEET THE PARENTS

"Baby you almost ready?" I call out from the bedroom— pushing earrings through my ears, smoothing out my shirt.

Timmy is finally meeting my parents after a year of dating. Any other time we've planned this something goes wrong, whether it's filming, my work schedule, or my parents not being available, by pure luck nothing stood in our way today.

"I'm waiting on you my lady." He sings out leaning against the door frame. I grab my bag and we head out the front door.

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"Do you think they'll like me?" He questions.

"I don't see how they couldn't like you baby, they'll love you. Just like me." I comfort him running my thumb across his hand. A short time later we arrive at my parents house, Timmy was visibly nervous at this point.

"Okay breathe in-" I use my hands to speak as he inhales deeply, "And we breathe out." I push the air from my lungs with him giving a smile.

We exit the vehicle and he grabs my hand, I knock on the door.

"Welcome! I just put dinner on it shouldn't be too long." My mother answers the door as she brings us both into a hug, "Your father should be back any minute, I sent him to the market for wine!" She sends me a look knowing a slight buzz would be needed tonight.

We make our way into the house, crowding around the island in the kitchen sipping Rosé, talking about everything and nothing at the same time- not too long after my father arrives.

"So you must be Timothée." He states plainly, harshly eyeing the boy.

"Yes sir, it's a pleasure to finally meet you both." Timmy puts on his best smile shaking my dad's hand.

Around then dinner had finished and we were all sitting at the table. Me and Timmy sat across from my parents, wine glasses filled to the brim. We all make small talk for a while, contently munching on the food before my father speaks up.

"As you know I have high standards for y/n, Timothée, tell me what makes you good enough for my little girl?" He gives Tim a daring look, almost as if he was really trying to intimidate him. Timmy gulps a little.

"Honestly, I don't know what makes me good enough for y/n sir. She is perfect in every aspect and the fact I get the chance to be with her, is beyond me. She deserves the world and more but I plan on trying my hardest to make that happen." He glances over at me with a smile.

"Do you see yourself marrying my daughter? Having children with her? You both aren't getting any younger, we have a large family and I expect that to continue on with younger generations." My father takes a sip of his wine, still staring Timmy down.

I could tell Timothée was getting flustered, his cheeks a rosy tint.

"Dad, please stop. You're embarrassing me, why can't we just ea-" I groan rolling my eyes as my father holds a hand up to silence my talking.

"Let the boy answer, he has a mouth of his own." That he does, his soft, gentle mouth.

"Absolutely I plan on making her my wife, of course with your blessing. I can't see myself with anyone other than her, I don't want to." He answers confidently, now chugging his glass.

I slip my hand under the table rubbing his leg, my fingers occasionally brushing too far up his thigh. I couldn't help but let my core buzz at how he was handling my dad, I wanted to take him right then and there. Timmy gave me a side glance as a warning but did I listen? Fuck no.

I start grazing the outline of his member with my fingertips, squeezing ever so gently along the way. He clears his throat slightly dramatically, indicating my plan was in fact getting to him.