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goodboyriddler · 2 years

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Party Tricks

He's been anxiously standing near the kitchen counter right across you for 10 minutes now. Maybe he needs your help seeing how he can't take his eyes off you?

After everything he's help you in class, even with him stuttering and blushing every time you're near him, of course you need to go right there and help him out.

Before the spin the bottle game starts, anyway.

warnings: 18+, slightly sub!Klitz, fdom! reader, teasing, voyeurism, begging, semi-public, grinding, edging, evil ending (sorry)

word count: 3.9k (ficlet)

You don't understand why he's so flustered already. You're not really doing anything, really.

You're just sitting at a tall table while chatting with some people, not even looking at him, mind you. Legs swaying slightly in the air happily in your short skirt. You love how it shows your thighs nicely and your pretty little heels. He certainly appreciates it too. Fuck, you look so good, that skirt, that top, those thigh high socks wrapping around you. His high cheekbones blushing following the movement of your legs, hypnotized. Up and down, your skirt fluttering, up and rubbing one leg against the other.

Aww, he's trying his best not to look down at your thighs where they squish when you cross your legs. It's like he's shy. Why? You're being so generous letting him look at you.

Perhaps he should be looking up instead?

Yes, right where your red-painted fingernails are undoing some buttons on your tight top. Is not your fault it is so hot here after all. He's so obedient doing what you want without you telling him. He's even already sweating a bit. Brown, absolutely adorable, shoulder-length hair plastered with sweat on his forehead. Wide eyes are firmly on you and that pretty cupid bow lips are open. He just needs his tongue out to be panting like a dog.

While someone threads their fingers through his hair, and he's looking up through those thin glasses.

Wouldn't that be a pretty sight to have at your feet?

You might offer some soda from the solo cup in your hands, he looks so thirsty. But your friend is saying something so funny, and you're throwing your head back, exposing your neck. He hears himself make a little whine in the back of his throat. Your lips in that glowy red lipstick form a smile. You accidentally spill some liquid on yourself. Thankfully it falls in your now exposed chest and not in your pretty clothes. It drips down your neck and down, down, and in between your tits-

And he needs to get out of here immediately before he embarrasses himself.

But he can't bring himself to move. Can't stop looking.

Is he even meant to stop looking?

He's still hovering alone at the kitchen island with all the drinks for almost ten minutes, just right across from you, looking at you through those thin glasses. Ever since his friend left him to do god knows what. Aw, all alone.

He looks more riled up with every minute you pass. Maybe he needs help and is too shy to ask? And you know what he has already done for you when you had asked him questions in class. Sucking your pen in deep thought, maybe a little too much tongue, whatever, as you gazed at him while he was trying to explain it to you.

People thought you were just teasing him in order to pass the tests. They couldn't be more wrong. They didn't know how flustered he got when you brushed your thigh against him. That beautiful shade of red. That little surprise squeak. When you moved closer to see where he was pointing at his textbook even if yours was opened on the exact same page. Klitz was so nice explaining to you, even if he got so nervous, clearing his throat, stuttering the answer, avoiding your heavy gaze, fumbling with his glasses.

Of course you need to go right fucking there and help him, to return the favor.

You're so charitable and good of heart, after all.

You hop off the table, your skirt fluttering up for a moment, and he looks away at that. Closing his eyes, and giving a shaky exhalation. You're telling your friends, going for a refill, and they complain telling you not to be late for the game as they move to where the crowd is starting to gather.

No one else to see you but him.

He hears you because he's starting to panic, turning his head at his sides. Oh god, oh fuck you're too close already to make a run for it. You slowly approach him from behind, heels clicking and skirt fluttering while you gently hum the song blasting throughout the house.

He's going to be only yours to play.

"Hey Klitz!" You giggle, greeting him like you haven't passed the last ten minutes making him squirm for your own pleasure.

And he stares at your smile for more than a moment before he catches himself and is coughing.

Your hand goes into his arm, and he breathes out when you give it a little squeeze. You giggle , and he feels the involuntary tug of his lips as a response.

"Hey." He decides against giving you a wave at the last minute, better pocketing his hands on his jacket awkwardly.

You look around you, no one watching, before leaning in closer conspiratorially, whispering in his ear.

"Nice seeing you here."

He looks down for a moment, nervously laughing, trying to fight off the blush creeping up his neck and face. Sure, it was nice when he helped you in that class you two had together sometimes, but he didn't think someone like you would remember him just for that.

Klitz mumbles something that sounds like nice seeing you too, and you can't help yourself. Your hand slides from his arm to his shoulders, enjoying how he shivers. You missed how riled up he can get from just your touch. You missed teasing him this much, and he seems to think the same.

"Let's get you something to drink, shall we?" You give him a little wink. "Okay, hold me up for a sec."

And you're leaning your body on him. Your hand goes up trying to get the cupboard above Klitz while you use him as leverage, chest pressing against him. Too close, too close. You struggle in your tiptoes, and he has no other choice as you're tripping. His big palms go rest to your waist to hold you up. God, you feel so warm and soft wrapped beneath his hands. Your leg grazes on the front of his pants, and he bites his lip in order not to moan. Can you hurry up please, he can't do this longer anymore. His eyes are watering with effort in not to sob, and he's praying a little as he feels your body heat against him.

You can feel his fingers twitch in your skin. Wanting more but unable to ask.

But you're already getting off him like nothing happened.

"They hide the good stuff over here."

You show him the orange juice from the cupboard in victory to him like it is a prize, and it secretly is, seeing how pink spreads again in those high cheekbones. You try so hard not to laugh, he's so cute. You want him destroyed from only your touch.

"O-Oh?" Klitz looks up at you with big eyes, his long hair moving by the movement.

You lift an empty red solo cup, only filling it with juice, and he shakily lets one hand accept it. Your nails run through his wrist.

"I know you probably wanted one like mine, watching me drink it." You say nonchalantly, as you serve yours. "But you saw how I spilled it all on myself."

He almost chokes in his drink at the notion of you knowing he was watching all this time. He's digging his nails on his arm, dumbly nodding along and giving you a tight smile, not looking anywhere but your eyes.

"Mhm." He is trying to get out the image of him sucking and licking your chest, his flat tongue in your beautiful perfect soft skin just trying to get the taste of your spilled drink. Maybe you would allow him to go lower if he begged enough, lower and lower and-

Actually he shouldn't think about anything right now.

There's suddenly a cheering noise, making him jump before he's following your gaze where you have turned.

Finally, it's starting.

"Oh!" Your face lights up. "You coming?"

You point your head towards where there's already some people gathering in a circle around an empty bottle of beer.

"I- I don't-" Klitz seems genuinely confused, furrowing his eyebrows. He lets a nervous laugh. "I don't think-"

An arm is suddenly wrapping around Klitz's shoulders.

"Fuck yes we are." His friend appears suddenly on his side, scaring the shit out of the already jumpy guy. "Aren't we, Klitzy?"

It's official. He's going to finally kill Eli after all these years.

"Dude, what?" He whispers, looking completely terrified.

"Actually, let's go there right fucking now." He shakes him excitedly, fucking elated, before turning to you and giving you a toothy grin. "Excuse us."

Klitz's eyes are wide, and he resists a little as his friend starts to drag him out to the crowd.

"No, no, no, please Eli, dude-"

You make your way into the circle, now genuinely excited, cheering with the others as the bottle starts to spin.

Fine, it's fine, it's just a spin the bottle kiss. Probably the polite kiss on the cheek that will make him melt and think about it the rest of the week every time he touches his face. He can do it, it probably won't be landing on you, who's- who's sitting just right across him.

You look at him like you're having the time of your life watching him tense up every time the bottle spins and slowly stops.

And you are.

The bottle spins, the crowd cheers around him, Eli shakes him by the shoulders, the couple kisses and then leaving hand in hand. Weird. They don't come back afterwards. The bottle starts to slow down. And Klitz's avoiding looking at you, your pretty red lips, the bottle it's almost stopping now, how you're leaning forward, sitting on the floor, your nails drumming in your legs.

It stops. Pointing at him, the end to you.

Your friends start to snicker, and you pretend to be annoyed by them, guys it's okay whatever I'll kiss the poor guy, playfully telling them to stop their teasing.

You couldn't be more excited in your fucking life. He probably doesn't even know what game he's really playing for.

You give him a laugh as you approach the center of the circle, his friend is lightly pushing him inside, and you catch him in your arms as he falls.

"I'm sorry, it's just-" And he's blushing, starting to turn to his friend to justify himself in your arms, but you're grabbing his jaw. None of that. All his attention needs to be on you.

He doesn't care about the other people, you make him more nervous than any of them combined. And his face couldn't be more red, and this close you notice he has freckles sprinkled through his nose.

He doesn't know about the game, you're sure, he would be panicking more. He's only trembling in your arms.

"We gotta kiss now." You fake whisper, looking around to the cheering crowd, drinks up in the air, seemingly delighted that someone like you will kiss the nerdy guy who looks about to cream his pants in the middle of the room.

"Yeah." Klitz mumbles, stutters, does everything to babble an answer. "If- If you want to-"

"I do!" You whisper, grinning at him. "Do you?"

"Yes." He bites his tongue, so he doesn't say please.

And you're cradling his chin and the crowd is giving little ohh's in anticipation, and he's closing those eyes behind those thin glasses. His ears are ringing. You grab him slightly by the jaw as support, titling his head, and he licks his lips, can't help to imagine if your red lipstick is going to taste like cherry or strawberry. How soft your lips are going to be pressing against his. And you're leaning in-

And kissing him in the bridge of his nose.

Ah.

He figured.

"That was nice." He tries a nice tone but can't help the disappointment showing in his face. He's starting to get up and out from the circle.

Your hand in his wrist stops him.

“Klitz, no." You laugh heartily, but he can see the predatory grin in your lips. "The spinning of the bottle was only just to choose the pair. Didn't you know we were playing seven minutes in heaven?"

Oh.

And you're giddy as you guide him up and away, and he stumbles behind you.

He's vaguely aware Eli is cheering behind him, and he needs to kill him after this if he himself doesn't die beforehand. You laugh, yes, yes, yes and there's a closet, and he's been shoved down inside by someone, falling into the carpet floor, before the door is being closed behind him.

The lock is being turned from the outside. And then he's with you.

Inside. The two of you, alone.

"We- you don't have to do anything, I mean not that I'm thinking- but we don't, um, if you don't want to-" He immediately starts to babble, clears his throat. His face is heating up, and maybe he's getting a little flustered. "We can just sit here and wait it out and-"

You hum.

"Can I kiss you?"

Silence.

"In the lips this time, by the way. "

Absolute, earth-shattering silence.

"Klitz, you still there?" You laugh, calling out to the darkness.

Your palms trace patterns in the carpet below you, you can't wait to get your hands on him now that you're in private. You didn't want to do anything with all those people watching, you only want to hear him undone.

"Y-yeah?"

"Hi, again." He can hear the smile on your face. He doesn't know why he shivers at the knowledge. "But I really need to know if I can kiss you though."

"N-no I meant that-" He closes his eyes. "Yeah, you can- y'know."

He waits sitting for a moment, blinking in the darkness unsure.

"Wait, I can't see-" You giggle searching blindly with your hand towards where his voice had come.

He doesn't know what to expect but when your hands reach into the front of his shirt, lightly gripping it, he tenses. And then you're sliding your warm palms up his clothes and into his neck, and he thinks if he doesn't move that will help in not making any pathetic noises that are threatening to come out.

"There you are."

And Klitz jumps when he hears your voice closer than he expected, right beside his ear, and he's breathing a little hard, just a little. Okay maybe he's panting, actually. He can smell your nice perfume. You're so close to him. His hands grip his pants in order not to make an embarrassing noise.

"Let's make these seven minutes worth it, don't you think?"

You can hear his long hair moving, he's nodding. You hum, tracing your fingers through it.

You let your fingers dip into his skin, feeling how he shivers when your palm drags up his clothes, touching him. He's slim underneath the oversized layers, and you enjoy how your hand can make him shiver entirely, your fingertips in his hottening skin, his neck as you slowly go up, up, up-

You cradle his chin, and he gasps, and you lean closer, holding his jaw open, thumb on his lower lip using it as a guide before you're finally kissing him.

He chokes up a noise of surprise, and you laugh, deepening it, your arms rest on his shoulders. Your lipstick tastes better than he could have imagined. And he closes his eyes, letting himself relax, feeling the weight of you slowly pressing harder against him, and he doesn't care he's making little whines against your mouth. You feel better than he has dreamed of.

He's so nice, he's so cute, adorable, and dorky, and you finally have him all for yourself. Between your hands, leaning down as you take control. To play with just so he can make those noises. He's yours, he's yours finally all alone. You need to enjoy him.

You start to push him down, and he falls with his back to the floor. You are following him on top. One knee between his thighs, both your arms in the sides of his head for support, chest pressing into his rib cage.

You bite down his neck, and he shivers, and you feel him that he has started to trust his hips up your knee. You need to make him shake underneath you, make this time worth it. You will make him savor his time until it's up. Your hand grabs his throat and tilts his head to properly kiss him.

He's light underneath you, but he has one hand on your waist supporting him, more than you, polite, not gripping just yet. He's still shy.

But he only has seven minutes. No time for that.

He can feel your nails in his hair, running around tugging freely, guiding it into his lips and back. He whines at your nails scratching his scalp. It's like you're playing with him like a toy.

"Wish I could see you." Klitz whispers in desperation, the hand on your waist tightening in a silent plea, moving your hips to rub against him. He's already straining against his pants. "Wish I could- I could see above me. I need to see you."

"I'll give you something now that you can see later."

Klitz swallows, when he feels your mouth in his neck, peppering him with open-mouthed wet kisses, sucking. How your teeth in his jaw makes him so obediently expose it to you. He whines, lolling his head back, a loud thud in the carpet as he feels you, yes they're that, hickeys, you're marking him. While he just lays there and takes it. You're going to make him yours.

You tease his Adam's apple with your tongue, feeling the vibrations. You kiss up his throat until you find his lips again and Klitz whines, mouth opening while he begs you to suck his tongue again just like that, please. It makes him melt against you.

"You're already this hard for me." You grab his bulge, feeling the outline straining on his pants. "What a good boy."

"Please-" Klitz keens, whole body tensing in pleasure beneath you. He needs more.

He just needs to get hard for you and make those little whines to please you. He can do that, he'll get hard and cum for you. He'll moan just like he's doing now, he'll whine and plead. Thrashing on the floor, buckling into your palm.

You slide your hands to his wrists and let his big palms rest in your thighs. His hands are so fucking big, tracing your skin, thumb playing with your high thigh socks. He's moaning in your mouth, God, yes. Fuck, yes, and you're so glad the music blasting outside muffles his sounds. You wouldn't want him anyone hearing him like this but you, anyway.

"Like my little skirt, Klitz? Do you want me to fuck me in it?" His breath hitches and he mewls underneath you, blunt fingernails tracing lightly your skin, not wanting to hurt you. "Watch me bounce while I ride you? Watch it flutter?"

He whines, nodding his head. It sounds obscene coming from you, but it makes him squirm, now more aware how he's hard, and you're playing with his clothed cock. You laugh, kissing his neck, licking and biting his earlobe, humming when you feel him shiver.

"Or better, my knees all scraped up from sucking you off?" Your hand plays with the buttons of his dress shirt, teasing the buttons, opening it more for your teeth. "Is that how you were imagining seeing me? My throat around you, swallowing you?"

And he almost sobs at that. He needs to be looking up at you, probably grinning seeing how much just your hand is making him like this.

And the leg against his thigh starts to rub gently into his hard bulge straining his pants.

He's throwing his head back, a silent choke, fists tight. He can feel how his cock is sliding against your thigh every time, in slow thrusting motions while you're kissing him, biting his neck and sucking his tongue in order to swallow his tiny pathetic little moans. He's so beautiful, god you love how he sounds so desperate, voice rough.

It's too much. He slides his big hands up your thighs in order to support himself as he starts to fuck himself on your thigh, panting, letting little please, please I need it, I need you.

You smirk as you feel his bare stomach tremble when you let your nails trail there, down his torso, his happy trail, until you're teasing his boxer waistband.

Klitz's breath hitches. Your other hand is gripping his hip, encouraging him to move his hips against your thigh. More, more, he needs to rub himself against your thigh, please, please, that's what you give to him- that's what he wants.

"Do you want to cum like this, Klitz? From just grinding on my thigh?"

"C-can I?" His voice is higher as it breaks mid-sentence. And he sounds so hopeful you would even consider letting him.

You press harder into him, tugging his hair with a grip in the back of his neck, and you're going faster, faster, he begs. Up and down, and he's now humping your leg. He's soaking your thighs with his precum, he should be embarrassed. But he needs it, please, he's so hard. It fucking hurts. Klitz's breath gets louder as his hips try to chase the pleasure, you bite his neck, and he moans at that. Have some pity on him, please.

"Please, please, let me cum. Please, I need to." Panting, whining, he's whispering as his hands search for your shoulders to support himself, and he feels so close. "I only need your hand, you don't need to move it or do anything. I'll do all the work, I'll fuck it-"

Klitz swallows back the beginning of a sob. He blinks off the tears in his eyes, when had he started crying?

And you're starting to slide your nails down his boxers. He moans yes, yes, thank you so fucking much, he can't believe you're about to take him and finish him off with your hand, and he's going to cum all over it. Maybe you can run your tongue around it afterwards if he begs enough.

Your fingertips are almost there, and he is moving his hips so needy trying to get you there faster, yes, yes he's going to get to fuck your hand, you gripping it tight around him as he slides all and fucks it. He can almost feel how it will feel sliding through it, wet already from all the precum staining his boxers-

There's a loud knock on the closet door.

And you giggle.

"Oh, no." You whisper in his ear, tone dripping with sarcasm. "Looks like your seven minutes are up, Klitz."

And you're backing your hand away from his pants, your whole body of him, and he doesn't care if he whines at that. He, he needs you- please, he needs to fucking cum right now.

"Wait, no, please-" He's on the verge of sobbing, voice cracking in the middle of the world, and he might hump the carpet by how hard he is.

He tries to reach you.

And then light starts flooding in. You're standing up from the floor, shaking off the dust off your skirt, before turning towards him, giggling.

"Well, that was fun!" You smile and give him a little wave with your fingers. "Bye!"

A wink.

And then you're leaving him panting on the closet floor while you hear little whines coming from behind as you hum.

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