Long Timothee Chalamet Stories

My Best Friend's Father (Finished)

Warnings - age gap, unprotected sex, anxiety, fear

We were so intensely loved up after our week, we were cocky. Cocky enough that Timothée called Monica on our way home and said he needed to see her immediately for something serious. However, as we drove both of us started getting nervous. We anxiously held hands.

"I can't do it, I can't give you up and I can't give her up," he finally sobbed out. I didn't know how to comfort him.

"Choose her," I said solemnly.

"What?" He demanded.

"If she makes you pick, pick her. She's your daughter, that has to be top priority," I said gently. He nodded and bit his lip.

"Thank you, you never disappoint me," he sighed.

We arrived to his house and Monica was in the driveway. We walked in, in silence.

"Thanks for taking such good care of of y/n," she said to her dad. My heart was racing.

"Monica we need to speak," Timothée said.

"This is so serious," she smirked. "What's this all about."

"I have something to tell you," I said quietly.

"You're so intense, it's like you're going to tell me you're banging my dad... oh wait, you are," she folded her arms with a smile. Timothée and I dropped our jaws, and then we turned to one another.

"How did you know?"

"Y'all really aren't as subtle as you think. He started singing in the shower again, he did that when him and my mom were doing good. He couldn't take his eyes off you in a bikini. You were always flirting with him, you noticed the most random things. You'd be like 'oh is that a new shirt' or 'your dads new haircut looks good'. Who the fuck does that about a friend's dad unless they're into him. He also is absent minded and left out a list of reasons he loved you to present to you on your little week, yes, I know. Look I'm not mad, I get you can't help who you fall for. I'm not going to judge y'all after you both have been so loving about me and Jenna. I'm happy, you're happy, why fight? Just don't try to boss me around like a mom, I'll dip so fast."

"You've gotta be the best, best friend in the world," I said and hugged her tight, but then I slapped her lightly.

"You knew we were stressed about this and you didn't say anything?" I demanded.

"You're fucking my dad, you can deal with a little anxiety," she laughed.

"Darling, I'm really sorry if this is awkward for you," Timothée said gently. "You know I love you, I never wanted this to be awkward or make you unhappy."

"You know, strangely, I don't mind at all. I love both of you. I don't want to see it, obviously, but it doesn't bother me. I want everyone I love to be happy. And fuck y/n if he hasn't told you, you make him so happy. I have not seen him like this in forever."

My heart was so warm and full and happy. I turned to him and grinned. He was blushing but he smiled back at me.

"Okay, I strategically planned an outing for just this moment," she said carefully. "It better be out of your system when I get back. I want a game night together with no PDA from y'all, also Jenna's coming. Have fun."

"I can't believe how lucky we are," I said in shock. We stood still for a moment and then we collided. We were all over each other. We were too needy to even move. He laid me down on the floor.

"I love you so fucking much and I'm so I'm so fucking happy," he said giddily as he undressed me. He was pulling off his shirt as I felt up his torso adoringly.

"I would have been so miserable if we'd had to break up. I adore you. I never want anyone else. No one else could be you. I wouldn't have dated anyone else. I would've waited until you were old and grey to secretly date you," I said earnestly.

"Aww baby, I am old and grey," he smirked.

"You're not even forty!" I shouted, mimicking my previous words. "You only have a little grey hair and it's sexy."

"I don't think you understand how much I love you," he said as he entered me.

"I can't get enough of you," I said gently as he thrusted into me.

"Move in, marry me, give me another child, I want it all with you, you're divine," he said as he pumped his cock lovingly in and out of me.

"Are you serious?" I asked, and pulled him down to kiss me fervently.

"Is that positive?" He asked.

"I can't believe you want that with me," I said, with tears in my eyes.

"I do, I do, I want it all with you. I'll ask more eloquently later, but you make so much sense. You are happiness personified," he said.

"I'm sorry, I'm close," I said, caressing his face.

"If you come, I cum," he promised. I fell apart the joy and bliss were overwhelming. He came inside me, with gentle whines and groans.

"Do you think we can make love again before Monica and Jenna come back?" I asked.

"I love your sexual appetite," he growled and kissed my palm.

"You really want me forever?" I asked.

"As long as you'll have me and my grey hair," he joked.

"I want it all," I swore.