#kiwi's love letter 💌

[mattslolita]

꒰ dealer!chris sturniolo ꒱ ⟡ headcanons !

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꒰ SFW! ꒱

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ have met bambi at some house party — you was a friend of matt's, so he was only somewhat aware of your existence; real sweet and innocent, you don't know the first thing about any drugs. you're in the bathroom trying to escape the noisy atmosphere around yourself, when chris stumbles in on you, a joint hanging lazily at the edge of his lips.

"woah, can you knock next time?!"

"m'sorry didn't know anyone was in here...hey what you doin' in here, anyway? s'your friends at?"

"matt's downstairs talking to some girl, i don't know-"

"matt? you know my brother? wait, aht, i got it, know who you are, now...y'eyes, got like a uh, bambi thing goin' on, y'know? gonna call you bambi, yeah?"

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ never let bambi touch any drugs — he's dead set on making sure you prolong the innocence about you in that aspect.

"not even one hit? c'mon chris-"

"y'know the rules bambi, s'don't even try it. y'not takin' no hits of shit."

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ chris keeps pink rolling papers, because bambi likes the color and it reminds him of your pink ribbons you wear in your ponytails.

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ have a specific playlist for when he takes bambi on deals with him — he's got dominic fike and marina playing throughout the car as you hum contently.

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ have a glove compartment full of lollies and other sweets for when you're on deals with him. the sight of bambi's lips carelessly wrapped around a cherry lolly has his mind whirling.

"got any suckers for me today?"

"y'know where to find em', doll."

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ spoil bambi all the time — he's buying you clothes, perfumes, and any little thing that reminds him of you.

"this top is cute, but i don't-"

"yeah, put it in the basket."

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ not have a label on your relationship — bambi's a little naive and thinks might call you his, but he's not trying to label what you have going on any time soon.

"yo, isn't she your girlfriend? she's always with you."

"girlfriend? s'not my girlfriend, nah...she's my girl though, y'get me? not datin' or no shit, jus' my girl..."

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ always have bambi sat on his lap at parties — his hand drums in the innermost flesh of your thigh as he massages you, whilst the other hand diligently distributes to the awaiting palms of people.

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ mad dog the fuck out of anyone who looks at bambi the wrong way — especially when you takes you on deals, he's seething with anger when a customer gets particularly too close to you.

"nice to see you, sweetheart, hopin' i'll see you more-"

"get the fuck away from her man, or i'm knockin' ya ass out where you stand."

"chris, seriously?"

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ send bambi random fit checks + snaps to keep you updated when you aren't with each other. likewise, he makes you send the same back so he can keep track of where you are when he's not with you.

"new shirt, you like it?"

"it looks so good on you, baby!" ( he'd never admit baby drives him wild. )

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ be affectionate to bambi in the most random ways — he's either got his arm slung around her, massaging her shoulder or he's got your legs resting atop of his own, massaging those whilst you scroll on your phone.

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ always be kissing on bambi — forehead, cheek, arms, legs, anywhere he sees fit, really.

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ make bambi wear his clothes when you stay the night at his place — he'll never admit that he loves the idea of having you in them, yet he can't resist the urge to smile when you're giggling sweetly about wearing them.

"i love this jersey! can i keep it baby, please?"

"y'know what, go head' sweetheart. looks good on you..."

꒰ NSFW! ꒱

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ be extremely possessive in bed, especially if you're batting your eyelashes a little too much at a customer.

"he could never fuck you like this doll, could he?"

"f-fuck, no chris..."

"who's fuckin' pussy is this, huh? tell me who you fuckin' belong to."

"y-you, yours, fuck!"

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ love love love to give bambi backshots — you're at a party and he's horny? he's taking you upstairs to the bathroom, bending you over the sink.

"such a good fuckin' girl, takin' my cock like this..."

"look at yourself in the mirror while i fuck you, sweet girl..."

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ finger bambi in the passenger seat if you're getting too whiny and can't wait.

"please chris, need to feel you inside me..."

"so fuckin' impatient bambi, jus' can't wait? s'all you get, my fingers...make a mess on em' c'mon angel..."

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ definitely have a breeding kink — though, he knows damn well the idea of bambi getting pregnant scares him, so he keeps you with birth control.

"fuck, such a tight pussy...gon' make you a mama, yeah? wan' have my babies don't you, ma?"

"gonna look so pretty carryin' our fuckin' kids, fuck..."

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ love high sex with you — he's lazily thrusting up into you while you ride him, head thrown back in pure ecstasy, or

"ridin' me so well ma, look so pretty on top of me like this..."

✦ his lidded eyes watch in anticipation as you're down below on your knees in front of him, looking up at him through your lashes while you suck him off.

"gah, shit mama, makin' me feel so good...keep fuckin' goin' thas my good girl..."

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ would love doggy — when you wear those short shorts around him, all he can think about is having your ass up in the air while he's pounding into you like there's no tomorrow.

✦ love missionary, too — it's a more intimate position, but he can't help wanting to see your fucked out expression while he's deep inside you, watching your ever changing expression while you feel him deep inside of you.

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ be a little bad at aftercare at first, but he's slowly getting the hang of it the more time he spends with you — he's cleaning you up and massaging you after you guys finish, and ordering food for the both of you whilst he smokes a joint for himself.

( lilly's corner 💌 )

dealer!chris are my roots guys, i'm gonna start writing for him again. dealer!chris & bambi!reader are my literal babies & i hope you guys enjoy them! 💌

@muwapsturniolo @thenickgirl @guccifrog @fawnchives @cottoncandyswisherz

[mattslolita]

bambi!reader who's too impatient on a deal . . .

( banner from @bernardsbendystraws 💌🍓 )

"chris..." you whine, thighs squeezed together as you look over at him, "how long is this gonna take?"

"the fuck, bambi?" chris says in disbelief, his eyes narrowing at your pent up state, a scoff leaving his lips, "you seriously can't wait a few more minutes?"

you pout, taking his hand and placing it on your thigh, the cold touch his hand sending shivers down your spine as he gives the soft, brown flesh there a squeeze. you give him a pleading expression, and he shakes his head, rubbing the stubble along his jaw, chuckling lowly. he's parked out front of his customer's apartment, a small baggie ready for him in chris's lap as one hand sits on the steering wheel whilst the other kneads your thigh, causing you to buck your hips stubbornly.

"so fuckin' impatient, baby," he shakes his head, looking around for his customer, "don't wanna wait? fine."

chris's hand dances across the innermost part of your thigh, his fingers teasingly your lips as he rubs slow, deliberate circles on your clit. a lewd whine escapes your lips, as you buck your hips whilst your head lolls to the side. "oh baby please don't tease me."

"you think you gettin' a fuckin' say so?" chris snaps at you, eyes narrowing at you as he licks his lips at you, shaking his head as the corners of his lips upturned slightly, "m'gonna tease ya however i want, sweetheart."

he continues rubbing slow circles on your clit, your sensitive bundle of nerves begging for more attention as you spread your legs wider to give chris better access. he looks around and sees his customer coming out of his apartment, causing chris to smirk as he plunges one of his digits inside of you without warning, causing your hips to buck as you cry out.

"f-fuck!" you whine, arching your back off of your seat as chris's customer approaches his car.

"you better quiet down or i'll stop," he warns you, curling his fingers inside of your aching hole.

it takes everything in you to bite down on your bottom lip, almost drawing blood as chris adds yet another finger, moving them in and out at a rapid pace. you quickly reach for your sweater, placing it over your lap as chris continues plunging his fingers in and out of you, the wet, squelching noises sounding throughout the vehicle.

"what's up, man?" his customer greets chris, reaching a hand inside the driver's side to dap chris up.

"hey, man," chris answers him nonchalantly, as if his fingers aren't currently deep inside your pussy, hearing you struggle to conceal the sinful sounds that threatened to escape your lips.

you give his customer a tight-lipped smile when he waves to you, causing chris to curl his fingers again, your velvety walls clenching around him as continues his assault inside of you.

"alright thanks bro, 'ppreciate you comin' out here," his customer says after exchanging the paraphernalia, his eyes then kindly on you, "see you around, kid."

"b-bye!" you manage to squeak out, the tight coil in your stomach a reminder of how close you were.

as he begins walking away, chris turns to you, a smirk still transfixed on his face as he starts his engine ━ he rips the sweater off, throwing it somewhere in the backseat as he speeds his fingers up, watching the way they disappear into your tight cunt. "squeezin' me baby, y'gonna cum on my fingers?"

"s-so close, chris," you moan arching your back as your nails dig into the middle counsel beside you, "fuck, fuck, i'm-"

that particular curl of chris's fingers sends you over the edge, a loud moan leaving your lips as you cum hard around his fingers, your arousal covering them completely as he coaxes you through your orgasm. with a wet squelch, chris takes his fingers out of you, causing you to hiss at the sensitivity as he brings his fingers up to his lips, licking them clean.

"that was so good," you pant, grabbing a pack of tissues from the side door, helping chris wipe his fingers clean, "thank you, baby!"

"yeah yeah, y'know you're gettin' it when we get back home, right?"

[mattslolita]

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[mattslolita]

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"but professor, i've never gotten anything lower than an A+ before!"

professor sturniolo sighs softly, rubbing the stubble along his jaw as he eyes you, licking his lips. you bite your lip in nervousness, feeling the familiar feeling of heat pooling in between your thighs whenever you were around your teacher. his intense, azure eyes that would wander hungrily over your gaze didn't ever escape you ━ you couldn't deny the obvious attraction you had towards him, either. you knew it was wrong, but you couldn't help it, especially when you were his favorite student.

but after seeing the B+ on your most recent paper, your mind was spiraling and you had started to think otherwise. "i'm so confused on what i did wrong, mr. sturniolo."

"listen, y/n, your work was done well, but it was lacking," professor sturniolo explains to you, shaking his head slightly as his eyes bore into yours, "this wasn't your best work, you and i both know that. you could've done better."

a huff escapes the pout of your lips, your arms crossing against your chest. professor sturniolo's eyes wander down to where your perky, perfect breast are almost peaking out from above the white button up top you've paired with your denim skirt, just barely grazing the curves of your ass. a low rumble leaves his lips, and he clears his throat to cover it up, eyes raking over you shamelessly.

and you don't miss the way he stares.

he raises an eyebrow as you walk closer to his desk, stopping just in front of his desk where he sits in his chair. he leans back with a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips, manspreading as he watches the way you stare down at him pleadingly whilst pressing your plush thighs together.

"is there anything i could do..." you whine lowly, your eyes traveling down to the bulge in his work slacks, "to raise my grade?"

he chuckles lowly, his eyes darkening with a sinister gleam in his eyes. professor sturniolo tsks, shaking his head slightly before beckoning you over to him.

"get on your knees angel, hm?" he instructs you, and you nod eagerly.

you tucked your skirt under you, knees pressing against the carpeted floor of the classroom as you slowly crawl in front of him, wide eyes staring up at him as you await his next command. he feels his cock twitch in his pants upon seeing you on your knees for him, face level with his still clothed erection.

"such a sweet girl..." he hums lowly, reaching his hand out to stroke your cheek, thumb swiping over you bottom lip, "willin' to break the rules jus' to raise your grade? such a naughty little thing, ain't ya?"

you whine lowly, feeling the heat pool your underwear upon hearing the way he described your current predicament ━ it was so wrong, but you couldn't help the way your body reacted to the simplicity of his hand grazing along your cheek.

"please sir, need you," you plead, wide eyes filled with lust and pleading as you stare up at him.

"go on angel, have me."

professor sturniolo lifted his hips up as he unbuttoned his slacks, sliding them down towards you ━ you eagerly slid them past his knees, gulping slightly when you saw his erection prodding against his underwear, begging to be released. he lifts his hips up once more to slide his underwear down and once they unclothe his cock, your eyes widen ━ he's big. his angry, mushroom tip is reddened with precum leaking from it. his eyes narrow at you predatorily, watching the way you take him in.

"s-so big, sir," you say, mouth watering as you look back up at him, "please, can i taste you?"

"course you can, baby," he urges, caressing your cheek, "know you can take all of me, c'mon."

you scoot closer to him until you're eye level with his dick, slowly moving forward as you lick a stripe up the underside of it ━ a low groan leaves your professor's lip, clearly having been waiting for some type of contact. you reach a hand up to slowly stroke him, watching as his eyelids become lidded as he hungrily gazes down at you.

"y'gonna tease your professor, hm?" he warns you, "gonna have to make me feel good if you wan' that A+."

without warning, you take the head of his throbbing cock until it hits the back of your throat, earning a low growl from your professor, his head lolled back in ecstasy. you raise your head up, before going back to take him again. "fuckk, there ya go, angel..."

you stroked the rest of what couldn't fit in your mouth, watching his expressions morph as you continued sucking him off. professor sturniolo's hand goes down to create a makeshift ponytail, gripping your hair harshly as he forces your head all the way down, your nose brushing against his pelvic bone as he fucks your face with vigor.

"takin' me so fuckin' good, doll," professor sturniolo says darkly, his hips snapping up as he drives his cock down your throat, "breakin' the rules jus'- fuckk- cause ya didn't like ya grade? gonna make you take me, you dirty slut..."

his filthy words have you moaning around his cock, and your hand goes down and slips inside of your underwear, rubbing circles around your clit. professor sturniolo's cock begins twitching inside of your mouth, signaling he was close.

"m'close, angel," he growls, his thrusts into your mouth growing sloppy, the wet, lewd noises sounding throughout the classroom. spit trickles down the sides of your mouth, and you could feel your throat becoming hoarse but you didn't care. you can feel yourself closer and closer to your own orgasm, your slick coating your fingers as you rub your clit faster.

"gonna fill that pretty mouth up with my cum," professor sturniolo groans possessively, "is that what you wan'? want your teacher to fill your dirty mouth up with his seed?"

the moan you suddenly let out around his cock gives him his answer as he looks down at you, tears filling your vision from you gagging around him ━ the tears spur him on further, hips bucking into your face roughly before his legs sputter, cock twitching as hot, white spurts of cum shoot down your throat, followed by multiple praises of your name slipping from professor sturniolo's lips.

he coaxes himself through his orgasm, guiding your mouth away from his dick, a loud pop sound following. a low whine leaves your lips as you come undone on your fingers, your arousal dripping down your thighs as you pant heavily.

professor sturniolo smirks down at you dangerously, drinking in the sight of your puffy lips, mascara streaking your eyelids as your eyes are glossed over, the scent of sex clouding around you both. his hand reaches out to yours, pulling it up towards you. he hums as he tastes your arousal on your fingers, lustful gaze on you as he licks his lips. "y'taste so fuckin' heavenly."

a small giggle leaves your lips as you stare up at him. "does that mean i get an A+ now?"

[mattslolita]

matt turning his stuffed animals away before he fucks you 🙈🙈🙈

he would sooooo do thus omfg....

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your lips clashes with matt's messily, as you pulled him in by the collar of his shirt — his body was pressed solidly against yours, clothed erection subtly grinding against your clothed pussy causing you to whine from the tension.

"need you, matt," you breath as you pull away from him slightly, biting down on his bottom lip.

matt's gaze on you turns lustful as he stares down at you, a smirk gracing his features as he lifts your shirt over your head hurriedly — suddenly his movements halt, and you watch him curiously as he takes his stuffed pug and turns his face the opposite way on his beside desk before he hovers back over you with a smirk.

"matt, the thing isn't real," you giggle, as his hands grip your hips whilst he slides your shorts down your body.

"can't let him see me fuck you senseless, baby," matt breathes, ridding himself of his own pants showcasing his fully erect cock in his boxers.

[mattslolita]

imagine matt waking up hard and he tries to fix it himself but he needs you so he wakes you up and fucks you

oh fuck this is so hot ??

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matt groans, his hand rubbing across his face as his eyes flutter sleepily — he looks down to where covers are over him, only to see his very visible erection poking at the cover; he's hard.

his head lazily turns to see your still sleeping figure, your body moving up and down with each breath you take. your ass is slightly poked out, since you were turned away from him. he groans lowly, his hand coming down to go into the covers as he grazes his boner just slightly.

"fuck..." he whimpers out lowly, eyes trained on the curve of your ass. he lets out another when you move slightly, your ass jiggling only slightly as you accidentally press it against his side.

his hands descend all the way inside of his boxers, pointer finger pressing against his tip teasingly as he bites his lip, eyes trained on your backside — his hand slowly moves up and down his shaft, his upper lip tugging at the bottom one to conceal his moans.

but it's not enough.

he needed you — he needed to feel you wrapped around his cock, letting him fuck you slowly. he leans over to you, letting your body warmth encompass him as he hovers over your ear, a needy moan leaving his lips.

"baby..." he breathes out, causing you to furrow your eyebrows in your sleep, "baby wake up, please..."

"mm, matt..." you mumble, shifting around as you unknowingly graze your ass against his boner, causing him to hiss.

you can hear the hiss in your sleep, causing your eyelashes to flutter slightly before you slowly open your eyes, lifting your head up as you register the way matt's grinding himself into your backside.

"matt wha- what's wrong?" you ask him, as he lets another low whine, bucking his hips into your ass.

"need you, please..." he whimpers, and you gasp softly as his teeth graze your skin on your neck, "let me fuck you, please baby..."

"matt...m'still tired," you sigh, laying your head back down.

"i'll do all the work princess, y'can jus' lay here, yeah?" matt begs, pressing his growing bulge into you once more, "please baby..."

and how could you deny him? his neediness for you turned you on, and you found yourself slipping out of your panties for him — matt takes this as the initiative to stroke his painfully erect cock, spreading the precum across his tip as he aligns himself with your pussy.

his tip slides in between your thighs, inching himself inside of your now wet cunt. moans escape both you and matt's lips as he bottoms out, gripping your thigh as his nails dig into the soft flesh.

"fuckkk..." matt groans lowly, throwing his head back as he pulls out halfway, before his hips snap back into your ass, "so tight f'me, baby."

"matt," you moan, backing your ass into him to match his pace, "feels s'good..."

"love bein' in this pussy, fuck," matt moans, his hips snapping into your ass as his cock brushes against your cervix, "needed you s'bad..."

the slapping of skin sounds throughout the room, as matt continues to lazily pump his cock in and out of you — you grip onto the sheets beside of you, biting your lip to suppress your moans as matt leaves kisses along your neck, sucking on your sweet spot and leaving a purple mark in its wake.

"gosh, m'so close angel," matt moans in your ear, nibbling on your skin as his hips snap into yours, "gonna fill you up..."

"please, matt," you whine, throwing your head back against the pillow as his cock hits your gummy walls, "f-fill me up..."

matt's cock twitches inside of you, which told you he was close to letting go — your velvety walls squeezed his cock, as he continues to thrust into you slowly. with a loud moan of your name, matt releases inside of you, painting your walls white. it didn't take too long for you to cum after, your liquids mixing together as your legs shook whilst you moaned loudly after matt.

he rides out your highs, slowly pulling his cock out of you as it falls limp against his stomach — you're both breathing heavily, as matt rubs your back comfortingly, planting a kiss on the base of your shoulder.

"y'okay, love?" matt asks you, and you hum in response.

"what a way to wake me up," you joke, a giggle leaving your lips as you tiredly rub your eyes and turn to face matt, a smile on your face, "is your problem taken care of, now?"

matt smacks his teeth together, rolling his eyes at you as you giggle and press a quick kiss to his lips. "c'mon let's clean up, i'm making pancakes."

[mattslolita]

Chris placing you on his lap while he’s giving out his weed. Your basically his do not disturb sign. “Hey cuti-“ a girl says “yeah no gtfo.” You and Chris say in unison “hey there sweetie pie hope to see you more often” a random guy says winking at you. Cue Chris aggressively making out with you

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it seemed like too many people were irritating chris too much tonight; usually he'd have you beside him with your legs draped across his, but tonight was different — he had you placed in the center of his lap, almost entirely blocking the view of his face from everyone else around him.

the only way people even knew it was him was because everyone knew you were with him wherever he went — his arm was around your waist as he rested his chin on top of your shoulder, looking down at the video on your phone.

"hey, pretty," a random guy says, attracting both you and chris's attention.

he stands over the both of you, smiling down at you causing you to scrunch your nose in disgust — however, chris scoffs from behind you and possessively pulls you back farther into him, rubbing along your exposed thighs as he glares up at him.

"the fuck you want?" chris snaps at him, eyes narrowed to slits causing the guy to shake his head with a smug smirk.

"let me get an eighth," the guy says, licking his lips as his eyes continue roving over you hungrily.

"yeah," chris says, poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue, eyeing the guy up and down as he rummages around in his bag.

chris emerges with a small plastic baggie, tossing it to the guy in front of him — the guy raises an eyebrow and nods towards chris, before his attention is pulled back onto you, running his top lip over the bottom one.

"so, hopin' to see you more, p-"

before another word could escape his lips, chris places his hand around your neck and draws you back towards him, turning your head to face him as he smashes his lips onto yours aggressively. it catches you completely off guard, but nevertheless you wrap your arms around his neck as he possessively puts both of his arms around your waist and slowly he drags them down to your ass, giving it a firm squeeze — you gasp into the kiss, allowing chris to messily slip his tongue into your mouth as you let out a low moan.

all whilst chris keeps his eyes on the guy. he scoffs at you and chris, shaking his head as he fishes the money out of his pocket and tosses it onto the coffee table in front of you.

expertly, you reach one hand behind you to scoop the money up, tongue still messily clashing with chris's — when you hold the money out to chris, he takes it and slips it inside of your bra, giving your boob a light squeeze in the process.

when you both pull apart, a string of saliva connects you both, as chris licks his lips while he eyes you possessively.

"m'gettin' real tired of everyone testing me with you tonight."

[mattslolita]

now this might be a ...little much BUTTT drummer chris spanking sweetheart reader with his sticks?????????????????

( i can't tell if u meant this sexually or not but I am in a fluff mood i fear )

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the only thing you could focus on was your chem homework ─── but chris didn't like it.

he had been at his band practice again, which had run late. his original plan was to come to your dorm room and spend the remainder of the day with you, but his wishes ceased to exist when he found you sprawled out across your bed, engrossed in your studies.

chris tried every possible way to distract you, but you wouldn't judge, which he knew ─── but he was stubborn. he wouldn't give up so easily.

you were laying on your stomach, humming a random song under your breath as you head bopped up and down. chris's ears perk up when he hears you, beginning to hum quietly under his own breath.

the soft plush of your ass causes him to grin as an idea suddenly plagues his mind ─── he reaches off to the side of the bed where his drumsticks rest idly, holding them in his hand. chris grins and licks his lips as his eyes rest on the mound of your backside.

a small gasp leaves your lips when chris's drumsticks come down to land on your ass softly, in tune with the song you hummed.

"chri- what are you doin'?" you ask, eyes widening as you turn to face him incredously.

"what?" he mocks, grinning as he bops his head up and down, playing the rhythm of paradise city on your ass.

you can't help the giggle that leaves your lips as you continue bopping your head, singing the words under your breath. "take me down to the paradise city where the grass is green and the girls are pretty..."

"oh won't you please take me home?" chris sings along with you, hitting the drums a little harder on your ass.

"okay, too hard!" you warn him, moving your butt to the side causing it to jiggle.

"that's what she said."

chris's eyes follow the movement with a hungry glint in his eyes, causing you to roll your eyes and shake your head as you look back down at your homework. "you little perv..."

[mattslolita]

if you support trump gon ahead & quietly unfollow me right now. don't come in my inbox with the dumb shit, just unfollow me.

[mattslolita]

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"psst, y/n...y/n, wake up!"

your eyes fluttered as you stir, before gaining composure and slowly opening your eyes; your best friend is crouched down beside you, a big grin on his face as he stares down at you. "chris, what time is it?"

"it's already past midnight," he whispers to you, nodding his head towards you, "c'mon, we have to go before we wake everyone else up!"

"chris, i-"

"come on, y/n!"

a small groan leaves your lips as you get up as quiet as possible from your blanket spread on the floor next to nate. nick and matt had successfully been able to sleep on the actual bed, and you're pretty sure nate had rolled off and fell next to you. chris volunteered to sleep next to you on the floor, claiming you'd get "lonely" by yourself down there; all of your friends knew chris just wanted an excuse to be near you at all costs.

you rub the sleep from your eyes, smoothing out your pajamas that you had worn to sleep. you and chris wore your matching set of snoopy pants, whilst you opted for a white tank top.

a shiver ran down your spine at the exposure of the chilly wind that seeped inside from the window. you turned to see the window slightly cracked open, small dribbles of snow pattering softly against the glass. chris tossed you a hoodie of his, which you gratefully accepted as you threw it on your shoulders.

"what are we even doing up this early?" you giggled to him, as he grins while taking your hand.

you both tip-toed to the kitchen, careful not to wake everyone in the house up. two steaming mugs sit on the countertop, filled to the brim with hot chocolate; marshmallows decorate the top, the heat making fun swirls as it circles around the coffee mugs.

"i wanted to make snowmen," chris shrugs, causing your eyes to widen and then narrow at him.

"boy, are you kidding me?" you seethe, hurrying to your own mug as you let the heat encompass you. "i was trying to sleep!"

"but you love the snow!" chris pouts, causing you to roll your eyes, "an' i didn't wanna make them alone."

after a few sips of hot chocolate, putting your hands on your hips and giving chris an exasperated look. "fine, i'll make them with you. but you owe me."

"deal, m'lady," chris agrees, wriggling his eyebrows, "let's go!"

he takes your hand in his, the both of you walking towards the front door of the cozy home. once outside, you're immediately greeted with the beautiful scenery of snow falling from the sky. a small gasp leaves your lips at the sight, watching as it falls slowly to the covered streets of boston. the streetlights illuminated an icicle that covered nick's bedroom window from upstairs, and you couldn't help the grin that spread across your face.

"hey kid, y'done gawking at the icicles?" chris suddenly whispers in your ear, to which you elbow him slightly.

"i bet i can make mine before you!"

"you're on!"

whilst the rest of the city was fast asleep, you and chris littered your street with giggles and laughs as you built snowmen with each other. you loved christmas with the sturniolo's. when your house didn't feel Iike home, they always welcomed you with open arms, treating you as their own. especially your best friend, chris; most of all, he felt the most like home.

the beautiful white crystalline snow continued to fall upon you guys, laughter filling the quiet and making you feel like a kid again. that was the effect he seemed to have on you; he healed and bought out your inner child again.

your heart was filled with nothing but a pure joy as you wagged your arms up and down whilst in the snow, creating a snow angel. you looked up at the sky, smiling as you reveled in the comfort of the people that felt like home.

all the while, chris's gaze never leaves you; he watches you with nothing but pure admiration lining his features, drinking in the sight of your happiness. and he had yet to know he was one of the many reasons that caused it.

you turned to look at him just then, your heart hammering in your chest as his lips slowly upturn into a smile. "merry christmas, m'lady."

"merry christmas, chris."

[mattslolita]

bambi needs to cum, but chris said no. so she looks at him with her glassy eyes and he has to say yes 🤭

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"p-please..."

a low growl escapes chris's lips as he looks up at you, his thrusts relentless as your nails dig into his back, legs wrapped around his torso as broken moans and whiny pleas fall past your lips.

"w-wanna cum, baby," you beg, your eyes glassy and wide as you stare up at him, lust clouding your expression, "please, can i cum?"

and fuck, how could he say no to those eyes? the way your gummy walls squeeze his cock as his eyes rolling into the back of his head, before he opens them again and lazily smirks down at you.

"been such a good girl f'me, yeah?" chris drawls, his hand going down to rub circles on your clit, "g'head an' cum pretty, look at me."

that was all the confirmation you needed as chris gripped your chin, tilting your head upward to face him; a loud, pornographic moan of his name falls from your lips as your velvety walls flutter around him, your arousal spilling out of you, creating a creamy ring around his mushroom tip. a possessive look clouds chris's eyes as he stares down at you in awe.

"so fuckin' good, such a good girl. my good girl."

[mattslolita]

Imagine Bambi thinking she’s only good for sex so when she’s on her period she distances herself from Chris and he’s like lowkey hurt🥲

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chris felt uneasy with how many hours that passed without having talked to you — even when you guys weren't together, you'd still make an effort to always be texting or calling each other no matter what.

but the entire day, you hadn't called or spoken to him, which worried chris alot — he assumed maybe he had done something to where you decided to not speak to him for the entire day, but he couldn't figure out any reason why you would be upset with him.

instead of waiting any longer for a call or text from you, chris decided to take matters into his own hands and hop in his car, immediately driving to your apartment. he shot you a quick text to let you know he was pulling up and five minutes before, you unlocked the door for him and went back in the solitude of your bedroom.

chris is quick to walk inside, closing and locking the front door behind him as he rushes to your bedroom — when he gets closer, small sniffles and sobs are spilling from your lips, causing his eyebrows to furrow. he pushed the bedroom door open, taking immediate notice to the closed blinds and multitude of tissues that were discarded on your bedside desk. you were curled in a tight ball, clutching your stomach as your body wracked with sobs.

chris wastes no time in climbing into the bed from the other side, so that he could see your face — it was twisted in agony, fat tears rolling down your cheeks and clouding your bambi eyes. his heart feels heavy at the sight of seeing you in pain.

"sweetheart?" he says softly, eyebrows furrowed as he tucks a few braids behind your ear to see your face more clearly. "s'wrong?"

a small cry leaves your lips, as you attempt to shield yourself with your arm covering you — chris frowns at this, the bed dipping beside you as he gently sits down. he carefully lifts you up, putting all of your body weight onto his own body. he doesn't speak for a while, only listening to your soft cries whilst running his hands through your braids and rubbing your back comfortingly.

"please, tell me what's wrong," chris whispers to you, pressing a kiss to your forehead, "y'know i won't judge you, bambi."

"hurts so bad," you sniffle, shaking your head as you clutch onto his shirt for support, "you don't wanna be with me..."

"what?" chris asks, looking down at you, removing hair out of your eyes. your blearly expression stares back at him. "why would you ever say that?"

"well..." you sniffled, reaching to grab a new tissue. chris notices and gets the tissue for you, holding it out to you, "guys don't wanna be girls when they're menstruating. they can't have sex with us, and they think we're icky."

chris couldn't believe his ears — you'd been ignoring him all day because you had gotten your period and you thought he didn't want to be near you because you couldn't have sex? it hurt him to a certain degree to think that you would ever feel like he wouldn't want anything to do with you because of a natural part of life — but he knew you must've thought that way for a reason, so he lets out a sigh instead.

"hey kid, look at me," chris tells you softly, lifting your chin so that you were facing him, "i would never drop you because of something you can't control. whoever made you feel shitty because of it, i swear to fuck i'd kick their ass. i don't care if we can't have sex — i want to be around you all the time, 'kay? i swear."

"you promise?" you asked him, sniffling again as you cuddle up closer to him.

"i promise you," chris tells you, pressing light kisses against your forehead, "now what do you need? i can order food and get some pads and shit from cvs."

[mattslolita]

Chris fucking Bambi in the empty locker room after her volleyball game

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"o-oh, chris, don't stop, please..."

the rattling of the lockers in front of you both were loud enough for anyone to notice the current events taking place — but chris didn't care. the only thing consuming his brain was how your gummy walls squeezed his cock with every thrust, your back arched against the bench as he lands a smack to your ass.

"takin' me so good, angel, fuck," chris groans, speeding his pace, grip on your hips so tight it was sure to leave marks.

"m'close," you whine loudly, holding onto the lockers for support, "oh, right there..."

chris's breath fans the shell of your ear, his loud grunts going straight to your core as he nibbles on your earlobe — his hips snap forward, cock brushing against your cervix deliciously as he rams into you. at this point, you didn't even care if someone saw you both; the idea of someone watching turned you on, if anything.

his hand goes down to your dripping pussy, rubbing tight, fast circles on your clit as he continues his assault on on your pussy.

"g-gonna cum," you babble out, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

"thas' it angel, cum f'me," chris growls, "fuck..."

you didn't need to be told twice — your orgasm washes over you, legs spasming as you cum around his cock, your liquids leaving a white substance on his mushroom tip. chris's eyes possessively narrow at where your bodies connect with each other, reveling in the fact that it was only him who got to make you feel this good.

"shit gonna fill you up, ma," chris moans, his thrusts getting sloppier, "ah, shit..."

his cock twitches inside of you, milky white essence spilling out inside of your velvety walls, painting them white. lewd moans spill from both of your lips, riding out your highs. chris pulls out of you, his cock falling limp against his stomach as you both catch your breath.

you turned around, smiling at him shyly as he removes a sticky braid from your face, swear coating your glowing features. "do they have paper towels in here?"

"mhm, they're right by the sink!" you tell him as he's pulling his pants back up, nodding.

he quickly leaves to wet some paper towels, and you hurriedly put your shirt back over yourself. when he comes back, he gently holds you in place as he dabs in between your legs with the paper towel. you giggled slightly as you watched him, running your fingers through his hair as he concentrates on cleaning you up.

"alright kid, put these back on so we can go," chris instructs you, holding your volleyball shorts up to you.

you give him a confused expression as you take the shorts, tilting your head slightly. "thanks baby but i'm, where are my underwear?"

a sly grin fixes it's way onto chris's lips as he fishes them out of his back pocket, dangling them in your face causing you to gasp and shake your head.

"you perv! you're buying me new ones."

"don't even have to ask, mama," chris smirks, running his hand along the stubble on his jaw, "now let's go, i got still got one more surprise for your first place."

[mattslolita]

Chris taking Bambi’s virginity

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"oh, chris..."

the feel of his soft, hot lips trail from your collarbone to your neck in a heated rush as you fisted your fingers through his curls — the dim lights carried throughout the room, whilst jhene aiko played softly in the background.

all night you had been thinking of taking things further with chris — he never pressured you or made you feel like you had to have sex with him, but you were sure he was the one you wanted to take your virginity finally. you trusted him fully, and you decided tonight was finally the night.

chris's lips are off your neck momentarily, gazing up at your flustered state whilst you look at him with pure lust in your eyes. "i want to do it, chris."

"do it? do what, ma?" chris asks you, hands massaging your hips as he looks up at you.

"i want to have sex with you."

chris's eyes widen momentarily, before he softens his expression and caresses your face in his hand. you lean into his touch, planting a quick kiss on his palm before you look back up at him. "are you sure you're ready?"

"i swear i am," you confirm, biting your lip as you give him a sultry gaze, "i bought something for you."

chris is confused at first when you stand up from the bed, slowly unraveling the robe you'd been wearing all night — the satin material falls off of you, revealing an orange lingerie set underneath. chris could feel himself grow hard at the sight of your plush brown skin all on display, just for him. you smile shyly under his now predatory gaze, loving the affect you seemed to have on him.

"fuck, angel," chris hisses, as you begin walking towards him slowly. you sit on his lap, throwing one leg over his lap as you straddle him, connecting your arms behind his head. "been waitin' for this for forever."

chris slowly leans in, connecting your lips fervently as he holds your neck with one hand, tilting your head to have better access to your mouth — your tongues fight for dominance, but you ultimately let chris explore your mouth as you indulge in him.

both of his arms then go down to your waist then to your ass, giving it a firm squeeze causing you to gasp slightly — he grins into the kiss triumphantly, before picking you up by your hips. he turns you so that you're back softly collides with the bed as he lays you down.

he hovers over you, licking his lips hungrily as he admires the way your body looks in the dim light. "can i take this off, ma?"

you nod in confirmation, but his eyes narrow at you as his fingers toy with the top half of your lingerie set. "need to hear those words."

"yes," you say breathlessly, nodding again as chris's lips are back on your neck.

he sucks deep, purple marks on your skin as he slowly lifts the top half over your head, revealing your perky breasts. he licks his lips as he looks at you before he goes to slowly take one of your nipples in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud whilst the other hand toys with your other sensitive bud.

"fuck..." you whine out, arching your back ever so slightly as he continues sucking at the bud, his eyes on you gauging your reactions, "please, wan' you inside me already..."

"patience, angel," chris murmurs, coming up to plant another sweet kiss to your lips, "gonna make you feel so good..."

chris lifts his shirt up and throws it somewhere to the side of the room, then he undresses his bottom half — your mouth salivates at his hardened cock that strains against his boxers, a wet patch already formed on them. you slowly tugs the bottom half of your lingerie down, now fully naked.

when his boxers come off, your eyes widen at his size — course, you've seen his dick when you've sucked him off, but you were still nervous to know that he was that big, and he'd soon be inside of you.

chris gives his cock slow strokes, throwing his head back lazily as he does so. he looks down at you, eyebrows raised slightly as he hovers back over you again.

"gonna stretch you out a little first, that okay?" chris asks you, causing you to bite your lip.

"s'okay," you nod, watching as one of chris's hand slowly descend down to your awaiting core.

he kisses you slowly, whilst his digits gather your slick from your wet cunt — gently, he inserts one digit into you, causing you to gasp and arch your back slightly when he begins to slowly move it in and out of you. he watches in awe at the way your expression morphs into one of pleasure, your nails scratching into his back lightly.

"o-oh, my gosh...chris," you whine softly, beginning to grind slowly against his fingers.

"yeah, thas' it mama," chris murmurs into your ear, trailing kisses down your collarbone. his fingers continue plunging in and out of you, his pace fastening as your wet cunt starts to clench around him, "doin' so good f'me. so fuckin' gorgeous, ma..."

chris's praises go straight to your core, as your walls clench around his fingers — a familiar knot begins to build in your stomach, noting how close you were to your orgasm.

"can feel you clenchin' around me," chris purrs, leaving a trail of kisses along your breasts as his thumb traces circles around your clit, "wan' you to let go f'me, baby. come on."

"fuck, m'gosh..." you moan, back arched higher off the bed, the band in your stomach threatening to break, "c-cummin'..."

your orgasm washes over you, multiples moans of chris's names falling off of your lips like a mantra — he watches you in awe, coaxing you as he helps you to ride out your first orgasm of the night.

"did so good, baby," chris praises you, gently taking his fingers out of you. he holds them up, licking them clean as he stares down at, licking his lips. "think ya ready for me?"

your heavy pants finally start to slow as your eyes trail back down to where chris's mushroom tip is angry red, tip leaking full of pre-cum. "i'm ready."

chris smiles down at you gently, connecting your lips in a short, sweet kiss — he aligns himself with your entrance, his cock brushing against your still soaked core ever so slightly. slowly, chris begins to push the head of his cock into your awaiting pussy.

"slower!" you softly hiss almost immediately, gently pushing at his chest.

chris's head is quick to shoot up to you, eyebrows furrowed as he obeys your command, pushing himself inside at an even slower pace. "slower, got it. try an' relax f'me angel, kay? doin' so well f'me already..."

he intertwines his hand with your own, planting a kiss as he pushes himself deeper inside — the stretch burns, causing tears to prick at the corners of your eyes as you struggle to adjust to his size. you let out an uncomfortable whimper, causing chris to plant a kiss to your cheeks, momentarily taking his hand off of yours to brush back your braids that frame your face, then his fingers intertwine with yours once more.

"s-so good, angel," chris grunts, as he fully bottoms out inside of you, "took me so well."

"so big, chris," you whine again, pulling him impossibly closer to you, "i-m- can you start movin', now? slowly, please."

"wan me to move now?" chris asks you, and you mutter a yes.

chris slowly takes cock out of you, causing you to whine softly as you had already missed the feeling of him inside — but just as quickly as he pulled out, he gently rammed his cock back into your pussy, eliciting a loud whimper from you, your back arching.

"o-oh my gosh!" you moan out, chris watching your face contort, "again!"

this time when chris pushes his cock back into you, the uncomfortable pain morphs into pleasure as you feel yourself feeling so full. moans slip from both of your mouths as chris starts to thrust into you at a slow pace, your nails sure to create red marks on his back when you finished. chris's cock drums into your gummy walls with ease now, nothing but squelching noises and the soft slapping of skin sounding throughout the room as a result of the intimate actions you were partaking in.

"fuck ma, could be inside ya forever," chris grunts in your ear, as he nibbled on your supple skin, "so, so good, fuck..."

"tell me how good it feels, baby," chris demands, his thrusts speeding up, driving his cock deeper inside of you, "come on, how's it feel?"

"fuck- it feels- fuck! so good, baby," you moaned, back arched high off the bed as you relish in the feeling of chris's cock inside of you.

"thas' it, thas' my girl," chris coos, driving his cock into that sweet spot deep within you, "gonna cum soon if ya keep clenching me like that."

"please, faster," you whine, "need-"

chris suddenly hits that spot that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head — a loud moan sounds throughout the room, the headboard creaking as chris thrusts his cock inside of you at a now animalistic pace. he looks down at you darkly, possession and lust clouding his eyes as he watch you take all of him.

"good fuckin' girl," chris groans darkly, his hand going down to rub circles on your clit.

"chrisss..." you moan loudly, your hips thrusting upward to match his pace. the double pleasure from his fingers on your clit has your mind reeling, letting lewd noises fall from your lips left and right, "m'so close again!"

"close again?" chris repeats, drilling his cock into you faster, speeding up the circles on your clit, "come on angel, give it t'me..."

"fuck, fuck, fuck..."

a pornographic moan of chris's name continues to slip past your lips as you coat his cock with your arousal — he continues ramming into you, helping you through your orgasm as he come down from your high.

"shit ma, gonna cum," chris moans, leaving kisses along your jawline as he speeds his space, "where you wan' it?"

"inside," you practically beg him, your aching core feeling overstimulated from the way chris was still pounding into you.

chris's cock twitches inside of you, his hips sputtering as a gutteral moan leaves his lips — his seed spills out inside of your pussy, painting your gummy walls a creamy white as he helps himself through his orgasm.

with one final thrust, he pulls out and falls down beside of you. both of you are breathing heavily, and you could feel your heart racing a mile a minute as you slowly turn to look over at chris.

wordlessly, he gets up from the bed and walks into the bathroom. when he comes back, he's holding a wet towel in his hand as he makes his way back over to you. a shy smile forms on your face when he motions to your legs, and you nod wordlessly as he comes in between them, gently running the cloth towel over your plush brown skin.

however, chris's eyes are glued to your core, still leaking with his arousal, causing his mouth to salivate. he grins up at you, pulling you closer by your thighs. "can i have a taste, ma?"

[mattslolita]

Bambi falling asleep on Chris lap 💕💕💕

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you struggle to keep your eyes open as you sit next to chris, his hand caressing the soft flesh of your thigh whilst you both sat on the couch at the frat party you were attending.

it was getting later and later as time went on, but chris was making alot tonight in particular — you weren't in the mood to drink, which probably would've helped the drowsy state you were in currently.

chris gives you a side glance, taking note of the way your eyes kept fluttering shut, before you'd open them wide and try and wipe the oncoming sleep that so desperately wanted to encompass you.

"sup' man?" someone suddenly says from beside chris, and his attention quickly turns to who he assumes to be a customer, "let me get an eighth."

as chris reaches in his bag for the eighth ounce of weed, you realize there's no more fighting it — your eyes flutter shut as your head first falls onto chris's shoulder before it finds it's way all the way down on his lap.

when chris finishes with his customer, his attention is immediately back on you — your chest heaves up and down as your features soften up, causing him to chuckle and shake his head as he removes your braids from on your neck. he holds you close to him, running his hands through the braids as he looks around. chris leans down to press a soft kiss to your cheek, some glitter from your makeup getting on his lips, but he didn't mind at all. "s'pretty, look like an angel..."

[mattslolita]

Bambi being overstimulated and crying in pleasure when Chris eats her out for the first time (he never wants to stop eating her out either💕🤭)

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chris prys your legs apart, licking his lips hungrily as he stares up at you with a lustful expression clouding his eyes — you're breathing heavily and whimpering slightly from the way his eyes rove over you, your lower lip caught in between your teeth as he brings you closer to him.

"can't wait..." chris mumbles, trailing kisses along the innermost part of your thighs, hands gripping your plush brown flesh as his breath fans over your dripping heat, "to have a taste."

the music playing downstairs blares throughout the speakers, perfect to drown out the events to soon take place — chris's eyes stay on yours as he leans forward, slowly licking a stripe up your folds eliciting a quiet gasp from you.

"wan' hear all those pretty noises when i eat it, hear me?" chris grins, causing you to nod your head, wriggling your white painted toes in excitement, "wan' everybody to hear you loud and clear..."

without warning, chris dives forward and licks another stripe up your folds — your head is thrown back when he attaches his mouth to your swollen bud, sucking and nipping at it. his nose brushes against your clit as his large hands sink further into your skin, pulling you as close as possible. broken moans escape your lips as your legs wrap around his head tightly, causing him to groan into your pussy as he laps at you like a starved dog.

you grind your pussy against his face, manicured nails tugging at his curls as his tongue does all sorts of tricks on your clit — his head moves up and down, side to side and you're pretty sure he's spelled his full first name as he devours you. "oh gosh, please, right there!"

chris's blue eyes are focused on your blissed out expression, the way your head lolls to the side whilst your eyes roll to the back of your head at the sensation he brings you — he subtly rolls his hips into the bed, groaning into your pussy which sends vibrations throughout your core.

"fuck, so good!" you moan loudly, as chris's tongue moves faster, "oh fuck-"

he grins into your pussy, one of his hands coming up to rub tight, fast circles on your clit as he continues his assault on your pussy with his tongue.

"oh gosh!" you moan, your back arching as your toes curl.

chris can feel your legs trembling around his head, signaling how close you are — he comes up momentarily, your juices coating the stubble on his chin. "can feel you squeezin' my head baby. y'close?"

"s-so close," you moan, "please, i need-"

chris dives right back into your pussy, slurping your essence up as he continues rubbing circles on your clit while his mouth nips and sucks at your bundle of nerves — your loud moans and whines carry throughout the entire room, yet you didn't care; all you could focus on was the immense pleasure that chris was causing you as you felt the tight coil in your stomach threaten to snap.

"m'gonna c-cum..." you moan, tugging on his curls harshly, "i-i-"

a loud pornographic moan of chris's name leaves your lips as your legs spasm, head thrown back as you release all over his face — but chris doesn't stop. he laps up your juices, tongue picking up every last drop causing you to try and wriggle out of his grip.

"m'sensitive," you whine, as chris continues lapping at your sensitive bud, "chriss..."

only then he comes up for air, his face decorated in your juices — it drips down his chin, his face shiny with arousal as he smirks up at you.

"gonna let me go again, sweetheart?"