Timothee Chalamet Characters 2

Bambi (Lee-p2)

Info - stealing, smoking, male reader, reader who is very self conscious/hasn't been treated right/anxious, reader who is easy to turn on, femboy reader, Mentions of prostitution/abuse, reader with an oral fixation, calling reader puppy and Bambi, cocky confident Lee, age gap, queer phobia, homelessness, secrets

"What's your name?" The boy asked. He was so very hot that it gave me butterflies. I felt like a stuttering pile of mush.

"Y/n," I said weakly. "Yours?"

"Lee," he said getting out a cigarette. The kiss had tasted like smoke I remembered.

"What'd ya pilfer," he asked with a grin. I was surprised at the word, he looked more hick than professor, but I shouldn't judge a book by its color.

"H-how did you know?" I asked.

"I can always tell, anyways, you looked guilty as hell," he chuckled.

"I-I'm sorry, I shouldn't have- I can go give it back," I said turning.

"No, no," Lee grabbed my arm.

"Goodness," he said taking in my sad face. "It was only a joke puppy. There's no need to get so in your head about it."

"I'm sorry, I'm just so awkward and bad with words," I said dismally. I was going to ruin it with this boy before it even started.

"Na, I don't think so anyway. You've got a good mouth on you," he winked and my cheeks went bright red. My cock hardened a little in my pants. Damn, I was so easy to work up.

"It's my birthday, so I snagged some of my favorite things," I said with a shrug.

"Happy birthday, how old?" He asked.

"Twenty six," I said.

"Ohhh, an older gentleman," he chuckled moving in and cupping the back of my neck. I shuddered, my body was probably red as fuck and I was on fire.

"H-how old are you?" I asked.

"Only twenty," he replied. He took another drag of a cigarette.

"So, what was it," he asked and actually reached into my pocket. My cock twitched. He pulled out the nail polish, lollipop, lip gloss, and small perfume.

"Oh, lollipops and lipgloss. Have you got an oral fixation?" Lee teased.

"I, um, maybe," I said. I covered my face with my hands. "I'm sorry."

"Goodness," Lee scoffed. "Have you been treated bad or something? You're so apologetic."

"My life hasn't been the easiest," I admitted. "I err, haven't really been treated well."

"Get ready," he chuckled.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I'm going to treat you so fucking well," he winked. I felt so soft and happy. He drove me to a lakeside in his truck.

As the sun set he meticulously painted my nails for me as I sucked on a lollipop. I told him about being thrown out for being queer, about roaming the streets and becoming a prostitute, about being scared and homeless.

"I know what you mean," he'd said so often. He also was homeless, roaming, queer. I felt like I'd known him a thousand years and not just a day.

"You remind me of a timid deer with how you act," Lee commented.

"I'm sorr-"

"Shhh," Lee had smacked a hand against my mouth. My ass hole contracted, he was so hot.

"No more apologizing. Just Take a compliment."

"Okay Lee," I said dreamily. I was already whipped for him.

"Lee, I have a question if that's okay," I said anxiously.

"Shoot, and not from your cock, unless you want," he chuckled and leaned back.

"You tease me so much," I whined.

"It's just too easy," he laughed.

"Well, I've told you a lot. It seems like you're hiding something. You said your parents didn't mind you being queer. So why did you leave, why are you homeless?" I asked worriedly.

"I can't really explain. You'll think less of me," he said sadly.

"I don't think I'd ever think less of you Lee," I said honestly.

"Trust me, someone as sweet as you. It would definitely put a wrench in things," he said darkly.

"Okay well if you ever wanna say-"

"I'm going to call you Bambi," he said decidedly.

"Wait what?" I asked.

"I said," he cited, moving forward. "I'm going to call you Bambi," he chuckled and then nipped my bottom lip. I was enchanted