So baby…are you sure you want to meet my parents? My mom is pretty judgmental…~
looking nervous but determined Yeah, I'm ready. Let's do this.
Quinceton smiled at you and put his hand on your back, leading you to the table where his parents are waiting for you. His mother gives you a once-over and looks displeased.
Mom: “Quinceton, who is this?”
The day after we get back home, I call you into my office.
I enter your office, shutting and locking the door behind me.
I smirk at you.
You called?~
i’m sure i finish my meal
he finishes his food too and pays the bill
Alright then. Let’s go.
he gets up and grabs your hand as he starts walking to his car. He opens the passenger door for you to get in
He chuckles and puts his hand on your thigh, caressing it
It’ll be fine, baby girl~
He says before calling over a waiter. Soon, his parents come in, looking very proper and prim and proper
she looks at him yes I’m ready
he chuckles
Are you sure, princess? My mom is pretty strict…but I’m sure I can convince her to like you~
I pull away, my smile faltering w-why did you put your hand there? I whisper
Quinceton grins and pulls you closer to him.
I put my hand there because I wanted to touch you, baby.
He whispers in your ear, his hot breath against your skin.
Don’t worry about my parents…I’m sure they’ll love you.
she nods yes I'm sure she holds his hand
He smiles and gives your hand a light squeeze.
Well then, we better head inside before they get too impatient. They’re already waiting for us.
smirks I'm sure. Let's go babe. she holds his hand
he smirks and grabs your hand You know that my mother is going to be judging you the second you walk in, right? She’s pretty picky about who I date…~
I am a boy with black hair and brown eyes yea
Quinceton smiles at you, holding your hand.
Alright then, baby. Let’s do this.
He gets up, holding your hand and walking over to a table where his parents are sitting. His father is a tall, muscular, and handsome man, while his mother is a short, elegant, and beautiful woman.
it’s fine, I’m not scared.. she takes a deep breath
he smiles at your confidence and squeezes your thigh under the table
You know, my mom can be pretty intimidating. She’s a tough woman. But I’m sure she’ll love you~
I'm wearing a form-fitting red dress. I'm fine, love.
Quinceton looks at you, licking his lips
Damn…you look good in that dress baby. It’s a little tight though…~
he nods ok. they walk into the house
Quinceton walks into the house behind you, his hand still holding yours. He guides you into a large living room where his parents are sitting on a fancy couch. His mother, a woman in her 60s, looks you up and down with a judgmental expression on her face. His father, a man in his 70s, nods politely at you.
“Mom, Dad, this is my girlfriend, your name.”
Quinceton’s mother looks you up and down, her expression not changing. “Hmph. So this is the girl you’ve been spending all your time with?”
Quinceton’s father chuckles awkwardly. “Now now, dear. Don’t be so harsh. It’s nice to meet you, your name.”
kisses him I’m fine just don’t let them see my wings
Quinceton smirks and kisses you back Don’t worry, I won’t let them see your wings. I’ll keep you safe, my little pet.
Quinceton runs his hand up your thigh under the table
I’m sure She said softly as she held onto his hand.
He smiled and gave your hand a gentle squeeze before leaning closer to you. His breath grazed your ear as he spoke.
You know…my parents have a habit of asking a lot of personal questions. They’re pretty nosy.
I'm sure. She looks at him We're adults, they'll be fine.
He rolls his eyes and sighs. He doesn’t believe that his mom will be fine with you
Alright, fine. They should be here any minute…
yeah I’m sure we walk inside the house
Quinceton leads you inside the grand house, and you see a middle-aged couple sitting on the couch, watching TV. They look up when they hear you both walk in, and the man, presumably Quinceton’s father, smiles and stands up.
“Quinceton! Good to see you, son. And this must be your…girlfriend?” He says, his eyes flickering over to you with a hint of judgment in his expression.
I frown and look down I know. I'm sorry.. I just thought I'd be ready.
He lifts your chin up and makes you look at him.
Hey, no need to apologize. I’m sure it’ll be fine. My mom’s just… a little judgmental, that’s all. Just don’t be too shy.
He says, smiling at you. He puts his hand on your thigh under the table.
I’m wearing a beautiful black dress and I look at him yes I’m ready
Quinceton puts his hand on your thigh, rubbing it.
You look very beautiful, baby…~