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emilyan4lb34ds · 2 years

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Sick day // Klitz & Gn!Reader fluff + angsty (?)

A/N: I feel like I’m r😋wdogging tumblr the way i post things without reading them twice.

Summary: Reader is sick and has mommy issues or something and our beloved Klitzy is being the best bf ever and helping :)) enjoy

Word count: 1.1K

Requested by user: @lovelybunn

When you woke up you could feel something wasn’t right. Your chest felt heavy and you felt cold no matter how much blanket you put on. Even to just breathe properly you had to sit upright. It was an uncomfortable feeling. You fought off the idea of being sick. You haven’t been sick in...hell over a year. Fuck that. You had things to do. You had to go to work and you even planned on going to the store today.

You stood off the bed trying to ignore the aches all over your body. If you could stand upright you were alright enough to get shit done. At least that’s what you were told. You grabbed your work shirt off the dresser and pulled it over you.

Klitz yawned from the bed. “Where are you going?” He stretched and pulled himself upwards, sitting against the headboard sleepily.

“I’m going to work, I’ll be back later.” The congestion in your voice was apparent.

“You sound sick.”

“I’m not.” You refrained from sniffling so he wouldn’t make anymore accusations.

He got off the bed and stood in front of you, towering almost. There was a slight relief as his warm palm pressed to your forehead. It felt so good you almost asked him to smother your face with his hands.

“Babe you’re freezing.” Way to state the obvious.

“I’m fine Klitzy, I just need to go to work.” You said in protest.

He crossed his arms and his head tilted. Both of you knew you were lying. It’s just a matter of who’s gonna let it go. You were confident you would win and be able to go about your day. It was easy to win these little disputes with him, you were an awful bit stubborn and he folded like a rock. Although sometimes you would let him win. Just because you love him of course.

Without another word he grabbed you by the waist. It happened so quickly that you couldn’t process what was happening. Gently, he picked you up and set you on the bed. “Don’t try to get out of this one, you’re sick.” He said firmly. And as it turns out, this was one of the situations where you let him win. You couldn’t find the strength to make a rebuttal.

He handed you the shirt you previously had on and took your work shirt off for you. You found yourself gazing into his eyes as he did so. A soft feeling in your heart emerged. You’d never been taken care of like this. When you were little you were made to do most things by yourself, even if you were sick. Your mother was the one who told you “if you could stand upright you were alright enough to get shit done.” So of course being cared for like this made you feel something.

Klitz laid you down and pulled his quilt over you. His hand rubbed circles around your back, tracing little hearts every now and then. “I’ll go make you something to eat.” He placed a kiss on your forehead before leaving the room.

Somehow you didn’t even know how to react. You’d never been treated like this before. Part of you was confused, while the other part of you had fallen so hard in love. You sat in silence for a few seconds before the tears formed in your eyes. Never in your life had you felt so cared for. You were thankful obviously. Yet somehow you felt undeserving of this. You hadn’t done anything special for him to treat you like this. It wasn’t a special occasion. It was just a normal day, you were just sick. Just sick. He could’ve let you go to work but he didn’t. In fact he insisted on taking care of you, without you even having to ask or make any implication you wanted him to.

The tears fell from your eyes onto the pillow. You didn’t want him to see you like this. Who cries over being cared for? God he’s gonna think you’re pathetic. A little baby who can’t control their emotions. You felt humiliated without him even being in here. The thought of leaving came into your mind. If he’s in the kitchen he wouldn’t see you leave out the front door.

No. You can’t just leave. You appreciate what he’s doing. You appreciate it a lot. You just don’t know how to handle it. You’d have to get used to it eventually right? Would you? Was this a one time thing? What if you get sick again and he leaves you on your own?

Before you can think of anything else the door pushes open. Through tears you can see a tall blob of brown hair.

“Y/N?” He sets down a plate and glass and sits next to you. “Y/N what’s wrong?” He wipes the tears from your cheek. His other hand goes back to your forehead to check your temperature. You knew your face felt warmer than it did before. But that’s what crying typically does.

Rendered speechless you fall into his arms.

“Hey, Hey it’s okay.” He whispers. “It’s just a cold babe you’re not dying.” Great, now he thinks you’re crying because you’re sick. If you don’t tell him he’s gonna think you’re some over dramatic freak.

You shake your head against his chest. “It’s not that.” You manage to get out between sobs.

He stays silent, waiting for you to say something else.

After a few seconds you pull away from him, wiping your face. “It’s just-” You couldn’t find it in you to look him in the face. You don’t know why this was embarrassing as it was, but god how you wanted to melt into the bed and disappear. “No one’s ever... taken care of me like this. I’m thankful you’re doing this, I just don’t know how to handle it.” It was surprising you were able to get out a full sentence, although you could feel your lip trembling the entire time.

He turned your face to look at his, connecting his eyes to yours. “I’m here for you baby. You don’t have to worry about being looked after.” He grabbed the cup of orange juice from the bedside table and placed it in your hands. You took a few sips before handing it back. “Just lay down okay?”

You did as he said. He followed you down, sharing a pillow. “I love you.” You whispered.

A smile formed on his face. “I love you too.” His arms wrapped around you, providing extra heat. “Somehow you’re still the hottest person I know, even with snot dripping down your face.”

You smacked your nose, embarrassed.

“I’m fucking with you.” He chuckled. “You don’t really have snot on your face.”

You pouted, disapproving of his little prank.

“I’m sorry sweetie I won’t mess with you while you’re sick.” And with that you felt a little better.

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just-call-me-angel · 2 years

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Klitz With A K

Warnings: NSFT content!! Oral, bathroom sex, mentions of drinking, most of the fic takes place at a college party, smoking,

Pairing: Fem! Reader x Fuckboy! Klitz

Author's Note: I have had such bad Klitz brain rot over the past two weeks I swear to god that little fucker is in my brain eating any coherent thought I have left. I swear to god I blacked out while writing 90% of this fic. I imagine klitz looking a bit like Thaddius from Ballad of Jack and Rose or Martin from Taking Lives, basically just klitz with longer hair bc im a whore lmao At the moment it's a one shot BUT I'm literally insane and Klitz is always on my mind so don't be surprised if I do a part two to this fic at some point. Hope you guys enjoy fuckboy Klitz as much as I do.

Ps I have not known peace since learning that Klitz's full name is Timothy Klitz. I keep giggling thinking about it lmao.

Summary: College was supposed to be a fresh start. A place where you could forget about high school and move on with your life. It was not supposed to lead you to find out your high school crush is now a known fuck boy on your campus. But fuck you can't really deny it's happening when he's fucking you in the bathroom at a party. You might as well enjoy it.

Ao3

When you moved to Connecticut to attend Yale, the last thing you expected to find while at a party was your old classmate. Especially not the same classmate that you had spent all of the high school hopeless pining after.

Yet there he was sitting at the other end of the room. Even with how much he had changed since graduation, you couldn’t deny it was him. His brown hair was longer, shaggy locks coming down to his shoulders. He carried himself with confidence you had never seen in him when you were in high school. He still wore the same dorky glasses though. And you couldn’t say you knew of very many people with a name like his.

Klitz. Klitz with a K.

Still, it was hard to believe it was him. The Klitz you had known never went to parties, unless his friends dragged him along, and even then he was always off by himself. But this Klitz in front of you was sitting with two girls, openly flirting with both of them with a cigarette between his lips. This Klitz had a revolving door of pretty women constantly fawning over it.

He’s still just as attractive as you remember though. The only difference is that he’s aware of it now. Christ, he’s practically dripping with sex appeal and entitlement.

You know you should stop staring. In fact, you should just leave the party altogether–

Too late.

Klitz’s eyes are meeting yours and suddenly you can barely breathe. You couldn’t move an inch as he stared back at you, green eyes keeping you pinned in place as he took a drag from his cigarette. You shiver as he looks you up and down, and then meets your eyes again swiping his tongue over his bottom lip as he smirks at you.

He winks and fuck you’re a goner.

Your red solo cup hits the ground, leftover alcohol splashing on your shoes. You hear him chuckle and you can feel his eyes still on you but you don’t look at him again as you turn on your heel and scramble off to the kitchen.

Your head is spinning and you aren’t sure if it's the alcohol or the fact that you’re pretty sure Klitz was checking you out. Had this happened in high school you would have been over the moon. But now it was pretty clear Klitz was becoming more and more of a fuckboy. And as much as you’d love to have a go with him you didn’t know if you could handle him using you and then tossing you aside.

Christ this is crazy.

You exhale a shaky breath, leaning forward against the kitchen counter with your head in your hands. This has to be a fucking joke. You look up at the array of alcohol on the counter for a moment. Fuck it. Your reach over pulling a nearly empty bottle towards you, not even bothering to read the label as you start to pour what remains into a cup. One more drink and then home–

“You enjoying the party?” A smooth voice calls behind you and you yelp, nearly dropping your cup again as you spin around to face the stranger.--

Yea this is definitely some kind of sick joke.

Klitz stands a few inches away from you leaning back against the other counter chuckling, “Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you,” he paused, letting his eye wander just as they had in the main area of the party and you shiver under his gaze, “I’m Klitz… with a K.”

Oh.

He doesn’t recognize you.

Should you tell him you went to the same high school?

No. No. That would just make this awkward.-- well more awkward that it already was.

You fidget nervously with the plastic cup in your hand, biting on the inside of your cheek as he watches you expectantly, “I… I um…”God, you are so fucking screwed, “ I’m…(Y/N)”

Smooth. Real fucking smooth.

“Pretty name for a pretty girl.” he drawls, openly ogling you.

You giggle nervously, taking a sip of your drink in an attempt to cover the red flush on your cheeks. You peek over the rim of the cup, nearly choking when you notice he’s still eyeing you up.

“Haven’t seen you around here before, you a student or visiting a friend?”

You shakily set the cup down at your side, “I’m a student.”

He hums in approval and pushes off the counter, taking a step towards you, standing up straight so you have to crane your neck a bit to look at him, “Ya know (Y/N)” It should really be illegal for your name to sound that good coming from his mouth, “I saw you looking at me earlier.”

You freeze up instantly, eyes going wide as you stare up at him, “Oh.. I… Um… I’m sorry… I didn’t… I wasn’t trying to–”

He chuckles and takes another step forward until he’s got you trapped between him and the kitchen island, “Don’t be sorry,” he leans forward over you, pressing his palms down on the countertop on either side of you, his voice falls to a low whisper, “I like when pretty girls look at me.”

This is not happening. There is no fucking way this is happening. You have to be fucking dreaming.

“I just wanna know why you were looking at me.” he smiles, reaching up with one hand to brush your hair out of your face.

“Wh..why?”

He nods, smile curving to one side into a smirk as he hums, “Mmhm…I need to know if there was a reason a pretty girl like you was looking at me, so I can decide if there’s anything I can do for you.”

You whine before you can even stop yourself and he groans, “Come on pretty girl, tell me what you want for me.” he leans a bit closer, lips ghosting against the underside of your jaw, “I promise I won’t bite.” He kisses your jaw and you can feel him smirking, “unless you want me to.”

Oh god.

He chuckles, breath tickling your neck before he leans up again to look you in the eyes, “I already told you, baby, it's Klitz, not God.” You whimper, nodding mindlessly at him. Christ, you wanna give in so badly–

“(Y/N)?”

You jolt, noticing your friend standing in the kitchen staring at you. Thank god for Hayden’s shitty timing. Klitz shifts and you slide away from him, offering him a quiet apology.

“Sorry if I’m interrupting something,” Hayden grins tossing you a look that told you she’d be asking for details later, “Jayce is offering us a ride home since he just got off work and I figured it’d be best to take him off on the offer before either of us got too trashed.”

You nod, shuffling to make sure you had everything you needed in your purse before glancing back at Klitz. He leans back against the island, smirking in that self-entitled way that would have annoyed you on any other guy.

Hayden tugs your purse out of your arms, tossing it over her shoulder, “I’ll let you say goodbye to your…friend” she glances at Klitz, clearly checking him out, and then back at you with a cheeky grin, and you go bright red, “I’ll wait at the door for you, don’t take too long.”

She doesn’t even give you a chance to respond before she’s kissing your cheek and rushing out of the room giggling. She was never going to let you live this down.

You turn to Klitz, nervously fidgeting with the hem of your skirt, “Sorry about that”

“No worries.” He chuckles, smirking at you, “She seems… Nice.”

You laugh nervously and nod wordlessly, wishing you hadn’t let Hayden run off like that. You were used to being the one making boys like Klitz nervous, not the other way around.

He laughs, “Probably shouldn’t keep you waiting.”

You nod again but don’t move.

He reaches a hand up, combing long fingers through your hair to get it out of your face, “I’ll see you around pretty girl.” he leans down and presses a kiss to your jaw and you shiver, mind going blank again.

You hear him chuckle as he shuffles past you and it takes you a few moments to finally regain control of your own body as you stand frozen in the middle of the kitchen.

Wow.

It doesn’t take long for you to finally find Hayden, and when you do she’s already grinning, tugging you to her side before you can blink. Who was that guy? He seemed totally into you! Please tell me you got his number! (Y/N) come on I need details! You spend most of the drive home trying to ignore her questions (as well as Jayce’s once he catches wind of the situation.)

You decide it probably won’t ever happen again. Especially with the reputation, Klitz had built for himself at Yale. He’d probably forget about you as soon as a different pretty girl and for a while you were almost positive that he really had forgotten about you.

Until you started running into him on campus. And he was just as insistent about flirting with you as he had been at the party. It was driving you absolutely insane. It was taking everything out of you to reject his advances.

First it was while you were on the way to class.

You were in a rush despite knowing you had plenty of time to make it to your next class, when you crashed into someone in the hallway. You fell hard on your ass, dropping your bag and all its contents around you. You were apologizing before you even looked over to see who you had run into.

“Fuck–Im so sorry–”

“Ya know pretty girl, when I said i’d see you around, it didn’t mean you had to try so hard to get my attention.” Klitz was kneeling in front of you, handing you one of your books as you gaped at him.

“I–I wasn’t—I mean– I didn’t—”

He chuckled, gathering your things and placing them neatly into your bag before shuffling to help you up, “I’m only teasing.” He brushed a few stray hairs out of your face, “You look cute when you get embarrassed.”

He glanced down at his shitty watch for a moment, frowning and then looked at you with another smirk, “I gotta get to class, you think you can make it without running into anyone else?”

You nodded and he chuckled, “atta girl.” he ruffled your hair and moved around you, winking as he walked away, “Hope to run into you again soon.”

You’d convinced yourself it was a fluke. And that now he really would forget about you.

And then it happened again, this time at the library while you were waiting for Jayce and Hayden to meet you to study.

You had your nose stuffed in a book when you felt someone sit down next to you and you didn’t look up as you spoke to them, thinking it was Jayce or Hayden, “You’re late.” you muttered

“Oh? I didn’t realise you were expecting me.”

You stared at him over the top of your book, eyes going wide when you realised it was Klitz sitting next to you.

God you really had the worst luck.

“Shit–I thought–I thought you were my friend.”

He smirked, tipping his chair back a bit, stretching his long legs out under the table, “You don’t look happy to see me.”

You sputtered, shaking your head as you tossed your book onto the table, “No! No I wasn’t–I just wasn’t expecting you– fuck– I’m sorry.”

He chuckled, leaning forward again in his chair, tilting his head and peering over his thin glasses frames at you, “God you are so fun to mess with, ya know that?” His hand brushed over your knee and you were almost positive you were going to pass out.

This time it was Jayce who interrupted.

“Dude I’m late one time and you replace me for studying? I thought we had something special (Y/N)”

Klitz looked up for a moment glancing at Jayce and then grinning at you as he watched your face go bright red. Jayce laughed sitting down across from you and gesturing towards Klitz, “So you gonna introduce me to my replacement?”

You stared at him and then at Klitz, whose hand was still on your leg, fingers tracing little shapes over the bare skin of your thigh, “Uh–right–yea– Jayce this is Klitz– Klitz this is my friend Jayce.”

Jayce snorted, “Your name is Klitz?”

God here it comes–

Klitz smirked, fingers toying with the hem of your skirt as he spoke “With a K.”

Fuck that should not have the effect on you that it does.

“Pleasure to meet you Klitz with a K.”

“Likewise Jayce.” Klitz stood suddenly, lip twitching into a smirk at the way your knee-jerked when his hand pulled away from you, “Listen I promised to meet some friends in a bit so I’ve gotta bounce but uh I hope we run into each other again.”

You nod, giving him a stupid dopey smile as he walks away. Across from you Jayce laughs, “Jesus you’ve got it bad. When are you gonna just screw the guy?”

“Shut up Jayce”

Okay– maybe it wasn’t a fluke– a coincidence at the very least.

But it just kept happening. And each time Klitz got bolder.

He’d run into in the campus cafe, tease you about being so clumsy when you stumbled and spilled a bit of your coffee on his oversized shirt. And then he’d spin the situation around on you, offer to buy you a new coffee if you promised to sit with him and he’d spend most of the time flirting with you, thriving on every reaction you gave him.

He’d meet you in the library sometimes during his free periods, at first it was a one time thing after running into you while you were waiting for Jayce and Hayden but eventually he started swinging by more often. He told you it was because he wanted to study but he rarely actually studied during the times he was with you.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t enjoying spending time with him. Even when he flirted constantly and left you embarrassed and flustered. Sometimes you even caught glimpses of the Klitz you used to know, the one who fumbled when he talked to women and got all nervous if you complimented him.

Each time he smiled at you. Each time he snorted when he laughed at something you said. Each time you watched his face go red when you managed to flirt back. Each time he smirked when he made you flustered, it all made it harder and harder to say no to him.

It didn’t help either that your friends kept encouraging you to stop fighting it and let him fuck your brains out.

God, you wanted to give in so fucking badly. You’d thought your stupid crush would fade away with time, especially once you realized how much Klitz had changed. But it had only increased since getting to know the new Klitz along with reintroducing yourself to the old Klitz.

You couldn’t help feeling like you wouldn’t be able to keep your hands off of him for much longer.

And now you were at another party and you were doing a shit job at avoiding him. You couldn’t find Jayce or Hayden so you locked yourself in the bathroom on the second floor of the frat house the party was being hosted at.

>>HEY!den: boytoy???

>>Y/N: where the hell r u guys?

>>JayJay: wut aren’t u glad u can have alone time with your boytoy ;)

>>Y/N: Jay i am begging u 2 stop calling him that

>>HEY!den: omg do u have a boyfriend u didn’t tell me about???

You loved Hayden and Jayce but god they really could be annoying. You lifted your red solo cup from the counter, taking a quick sip of it before glancing down at your phone again.

>>HEY!den: WAIT!!!

>>Y/N: oh jesus

>>HEY!den: OMG DID YOU FINALLY SCREW THAT CLITS GUY

>>JayJay: HAYDEN OMG

>>JayJay: U R SO DUMB I LITARLLY LOVE YOU LMAO

>>Y/N: first of all I rlly hate u guys

>>HEY!den: luv u 2 babes lol

>>Y/N: second of all his name is Klitz

>>JayJay: yea with a K ;)))))

>>HEY!den: oh yeah Klitzy ;)

>>Y/N: signing off assholes <3

You rolled your eyes at the final message shoving your phone into your pocket after sending one final message.

Christ how had you ever gotten yourself into this situation. You sigh, massaging the bridge of your nose until you heard a knock at the door barely audible behind the vibrations of music playing at the party. You don’t answer at first, hoping they’ll go away.

They knock again and you huff, yanking the door open, ready to tell whoever it is at the door to find another bathroom. The words die in your throat as soon as your eyes meet a pair of green eyes behind thin metal-framed glasses.

Fuck.

He smirks, eyes dragging down your body catching on the little skirt and crop top Hayden had convinced you to wear, “Mind if I join you? Parties getting a little too loud for my tastes.”

No, you think.

“Yea–Yea of course,” you say, stepping aside and allowing him to enter the little room before shutting the door again.

He walks to the other end of the bathroom and glances out the little window above the bathtub for a moment before shoving it open.

“You mind if I smoke?”

You shrug, “Go for it.”

He nods and pulls a half-empty pack of cigarettes and a little blue lighter. He slips a cigarette between his lips, shoving the pack back into his pocket. You watch his hands as he flicks the lighter and a burst of flames rises, enveloping the tip of the cigarette for a moment.

He lets the cigarette sit between his lips, taking a slow drag of it as he drops the lighter into his pocket. Your eyes dart between his hands and his lips, breath stuttering when he catches you staring.

He chuckles as he takes a step back towards you, holding the cigarette between his index and middle finger, lifting it towards you, “You smoke?”

You nod and he stops in front of you, lifting his hand to tilt your face up to look at him. He taps your jaw and lifts the cigarette to your lips, humming in approval when you obediently open your mouth.

You peer up at him through your lashes as you take a breath in, never breaking eye contact with Klitz until he pulls the cigarette from your lips, “Atta girl” he hums, tapping your cheek again and brushing a few stray hairs from your face as you exhale, letting the smoke fill the space between the two of you.

He smiles, taking another drag of his cigarette his other hand still cradling your cheek, thumb tracing the curve of your lips as he spoke, “Ya know, I was actually starting to worry that you were avoiding me.”

“Avoiding you–I wasn’t–I wasn’t avoiding you;” you laugh nervously, leaning back against the counter as he crowds you just as he had that first time in the kitchen.

He hums, “Hmmmm, then what are you doing hiding in here instead of having fun with everyone else?”

He watches as you go still in front of him, taking another long drag from his cigarette. You don’t respond at first, still trying your damnedest to ignore the thoughts racing in your head. He stares back, watching you closely, lip twitching, tugging into a smirk.

“Admit it, pretty girl, you were hiding from me.” he brushes his thumb over your bottom lip, grinning when your tongue just barely swipes against the pad of his thumb, “Question is, why were you hiding?”

You stare up at him with wide eyes shaking your head, “I wasn’t hiding on purpose–I just—needed a break from the party that’s all”

He snorts, “Really?”

You nod feverishly praying to whichever god that will listen that he believes you and he chuckles shaking his head at you, licking his lip as he drags his eyes up and down your body again, “Remember what I asked the first time we met?”

For a moment you’re caught off guard thinking he’s talking about high school.

How the fuck were you supposed to remember what he said to you over 4 years ago.--

And then you remember that night in the kitchen and your face goes bright red.

“I just wanna know why you were looking at me.” he smiles, reaching up with one hand to brush your hair out of your face.

“Wh..why?”

“You know what I think?” he hums, brushing hair out of your face.

You nod, breath stuttering as his hand snakes down around your waste pressing you flush against him, “I think,” he pauses, taking one final drag from his cigarette before he flicks the faucet on behind you, stubbing the cigarette out in the basin, and then tosses the butt under the steady stream of water before bringing his attention back down to you, “ I think that you want me–just as badly as I want you”

You should deny it. There was no way this was going to end well. Messing around with fuckboys never ended well— especially not when said fuck boy was your old high school crush.

But you don’t deny it. You don’t even say a word. You just lean up, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as you pull him down to kiss you.

You’d imagined kissing him—but god you had not expected him to fucking whimper when you kissed him.

He tastes like cigarettes and shitty beer. But mostly he tastes like spring rain and cinnamon sugar and god you just wanted more of him.

“--fuck” He whimpers into the kiss, pulling you as close as he possibly can. You whine back, shifting to sit up on the counter, pulling him to stand between your legs.

You nip at his bottom lip, grinning when he grunts in annoyance, hands gripping at your hips as he pulled away from the kiss, “--fuck–baby” you try to kiss him again but he shakes his head and pants, “--wait baby—wait—”

“Ple–please” you whine back, desperately trying to pull him closer, pouting when he shakes his head at you.

“I just—I just need to make sure you’re okay with this” he pants, moving one hand to cradle the back of your head, tugging a bit at your hair to make you look up at him.

His glasses sit at an odd angle, his cheeks are flushed bright red, and – god he looks just as desperate as you feel.

Fuck it. This is happening.

You tug at his shirt, letting out a breathy whine, “Ple-please–fuck–please Klitz.”

He smiles, pressing a kiss to your cheek, “come on pretty girl–tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you”

You whimper, feeling the imprint of his cock pressed into your thigh, “--dammit– please Klitz– I want—I want you please” It doesn’t take much more for him to take the hint and lean forward, fingers tangling into your hair as he pulled you into another kiss.

Fuck

He kissed you like he needed it to survive.

He pinned you to the counter, one hand at your hip and the other at the back of your neck. You were on cloud fucking nine and he’d barely done anything yet. You grappled at his shoulders and curled your fingers into his hair, tugging lighty and savoring the little gasps Klitz offered you.

“Christ you’re fucking gorgeous,” he pants, kissing along your jaw and down your neck, sucking little bruises onto your skin, “Haven’t–fuck–haven’t been able to—to get you out of my head”

You whine breathlessly, unable to fully form words, “You–-you—you think about–about me?” He chuckles, and you shiver at the feeling of his breath on your neck.

“Mmhm” he hums as he moves his hand from your hip and deftly works his nimble fingers beneath your crop top, “Fuck–” he tugs at the shirt a bit, “Can I? Please I wanna see you.”

You nod, shuffling backward a bit on the counter to help him pull your crop top off over your head. He whimpers as soon as he catches a glimpse of your bra and you were suddenly very glad you’d let Hayden pick out your outfit for the party.

“Fuck–you’re just–you’re just so fucking pretty,” he murmurs, lurching forward to catch your lips in a bruising kiss. You whine into the kiss, grasping at his shirt and pulling him closer shivering as he manages to unclip your bra and toss it aside with your top.

He leaves a trail of kisses from your lips, along your jaw, and down your neck until he reaches your bare breasts. He stares at them for a moment, and you can hear his breath catching in an airy whine as he palms at your chest.

You aren’t even shocked at the realization that he’s definitely got a thing for tits. You’d seen him ogle at your chest more than enough times for it to be a pretty easy guess.

Still, it makes you a little giddy to know he gets so distracted by you and you barely have to do anything.

“Fuck baby, you have the prettiest fucking tits, you know that?”

You can’t help but blush a little at the admission laughing breathlessly, “Thanks”

He grins, leaning forward to kiss your collage bone, dragging his lips down leaving bruises all over your chest, pinching your nipple between his index finger and thumb. You whine arching into his touch, as his free hand falls between your thighs, ghosting over your panties.

“Baby you have no fucking idea how long I’ve been waiting for this” he whispers before dragging his tongue down between your breasts.

He whines nearly as loud as you do when he cups his hand over your panties, “Christ you’re already soaked.”

“Klitz–please” you whine, rolling your hips into his hands and he hums taking a moment to just feel the heat of your cunt through your soaked panties as he kisses down your stomach, stopping above your hip.

“Fuck please–please I wanna taste you” he whines, sucking a few small bruises over your hip as he slowly bunches your skirt up, “Come one lemme taste you pretty girl”

He knows exactly what he’s doing, dipping his fingers beneath the waistband of your panties as he waits for your response. And fuck if it doesn’t drive you wild to hear him begging to put his mouth on you.

You nod frantically whimpering as you comb your fingers through his hair, “Ple–please Klitz”

He’s shoving your legs apart in an instant, flipping your skirt up and tugging your pretty pink panties down to your ankles, letting them fall to the ground.

“Fuck baby you sound so good saying my name.” he groans combing through his hair with his fingers, pulling it back into a messy ponytail at the back of his head. You’re almost sure you’re going into cardiac arrest when he looks up at you through fogged-up glasses with his hair tied back and a little smug grin on his lips.

He sucks another bruise above your hip as he moves his hands up and down your outer thighs. You stare down at him, chest rising and falling with stuttered breaths. He moves one hand between your legs and you nearly fall forward when you feel his fingers just barely ghosting over your cunt.

He laughs looking up at you for a second and then down between your legs, eyes wide with excitement as he runs his fingers through your slick folds,“Fuck I bet you taste good” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh just as his thumb brushes over your clit making you gasp.

“Kl-klitz”

“Shit–pretty girl–this all for me?” He chuckles, mouthing at your inner thigh as he gathers your slick along his fingers.

He drags an answer out of you easily as he presses his thumb to your clit, “--Fuck–yes please–”

Christ, he’s such a fucking asshole.

He interrupts you with a shit-eating grin as he moves his thumb in a tight circle over your clit, “Don’t worry baby I’ll give you what you want.”

You don’t even have to wait for an explanation before he’s got his head between your thighs, tongue swiping up along your folds until it catches on your clit. You curl forward, fingers tangling into his hair as you try to close your thighs around his head.

He pulls back from your clit, “As much as I love being crushed between your thighs I can’t do much if you suffocate me.” he teases, pinching your hip until you open your legs.

His lips are back on your cunt in a matter of seconds and you fight the urge to close your trembling thighs around his head again. Fuck–its unfair how quickly he has you coming apart.

All it takes is a swipe of his tongue against your clit and his fingers teasing at your entrance and your mind goes absolutely blank. He barely has to try very hard to slip his fingers inside of you, groaning against your sensitive clit when your cunt tightens around his fingers.

He laps at your cunt like a man dying of thirst. He presses his fingers inside of you and whimpers every time you tug on his hair. He hums in approval and lets you buck your hips freely, practically begging you to smother him.

You’d never had a man so dedicated to making you feel good before. It was a rare treat to find a guy who liked eating a girl out.-- It was rarer still to find a guy who was actually good at it. And fuck– Klitz is fucking amazing at it.

Klitz is also a fucking tease.

Because he knows he’s good at making you feel good. He knows exactly how to curl his fingers inside of you and trace his tongue in tight circles over your clit. He knows he’s driving you absolutely wild. And he fucking loves it.

Fuck–

He presses a third finger inside of you and hums against your clit, “God I fucking knew you’d taste amazing.” he groans and pulls back slightly, sucking a bruise into your inner thigh. You can feel him grinning as he curls his fingers inside of you and it annoys the shit out of you how much he turns you on.

You tug on his hair, smirking when he whines in response, “fucking–stop teasing”

He lets out a shaky breath and curls his fingers into the sweet spot that has you nearly sobbing as he smirks, “You tellin' me what to do pretty girl?”

Your words come out in breathy gasps, “So wha–what if i am?”

He snickers, leaning forward to suck hard on your clit, humming in approval when you try you to shove him closer, “Aw come on, don't be like that,” he curls his fingers again, pressing deeper, “you just gotta ask nicely and I’ll do whatever you want.” he promises, smiling sweetly at you, chin soaked with your slick.

You whine, shaking your head as you tug hard on his hair, shoving his face back down between your thighs. He smiles against your cunt but stops moving his fingers, offering you nothing but lazy kisses to your clit.

Fucking asshole.

You buck your hips forward whining at him and he pinches your hip, lifting his head, tilting his chin up at you, “Come on pretty girl,” he leaves his fingers inside of you, pressing his other hand against your hip, making it harder for you to buck into him, as he clicks his tongue at you, “I’m not gonna help you if you’re not nice to me.”

You pout, biting your lip for a moment refusing to give him what he wants until he starts to pull his fingers from your cunt and you let out a choked sob, “Pl–please Klitz”

He grins, humming in approval and pressing a kiss above your clit, “Please what? Come on pretty girl, you can do better than that can’t you?”

“Fuck you–”

He interrupts you with a quick curl of his fingers and his lips against your clit and it doesn’t take much more for you to give him the response he’s looking for.

“Please–please Klitz–-please I’m so close–” you pause and he gives you an approving hum, encouraging you to continue, “Please–I need–I need to cum—please Klitz—please let me cum”

Mercifully he doesn’t make you beg much more before he’s got his mouth on your clit and his fingers driving into your cunt, pulling sweet little cries out of you as he drags you to the edge. He gives you a pleased groan as he swirls his tongue in tight circles around your sensitive clit.

You curse, dragging your hands from his hair and grappling at his shirt in a pathetic attempt to ground yourself. You can’t even tell if you’re trying to pull him closer or push him away at this point. All you know is that you’re dangerously close to going over the edge—

Time stops for a second and suddenly you’re falling, repeating Klitz’s name as you squeeze around his fingers. You’re a fucking mess, babbling while he laps greedily at your cunt..

“Fuck baby you taste so fucking good–” he groans.

Distantly you notice that he’s moved the hand that isn’t busy fucking you through your climax down between his leg to palm at his cock through his jeans. He’s so turned on by the act of pleasuring you that he can’t stop the rocking of his hips desperately seeking the wet heat of your cunt. And fuck if that doesn’t send your mind into a haze.

It takes you what feels like hours to claw your way back to reality, fingers shakily carding through his hair as you try to pull him away. As much as you want him to keep finger fucking you, you also want to cum on his cock at least once before the end of the night. This was likely the only chance you’d ever have to fuck him, and you were determined to get your fill.

Still, he refuses to pull away from you, tongue tracing lazy circles around your clit as you jerk forward a bit from overstimulation, “--Fuck–fuck–Klitz—Klitz please—I want–”

He pulls back a bit, replacing his tongue on your clit with his thumb, as he looks up at you with a smug grin, chin dripping with your slick, “--fuck pretty girl–go on tell me what you want–”

“I want–I want you to fuck me–please”

He must be as desperate as you are because he’s standing in an instant, crashing his lips against yours so hard you fall back slightly, choking on a sob when his thumb drags over your clit and his fingers slip out with a slick popping sound. You can taste yourself on his tongue, hot and heavy with need.

He groans when you pull him closer, hands moving away from his hair and wandering down his chest. You can’t help but smile into the kiss, nipping at his bottom lip when your hand grazes over his cock through his jeans.

“Fuck baby you-”

You don’t even let him finish the statement before you’re unbuckling his belt and shoving your hand down his pants. He nearly sobs when you curl your hand around the base of his cock. And fuck– he really did live up to the stereotypes of tall skinny guys with massive cocks.

Its a bit of an odd angle but you ignore the tension in your forearm in favor of watching him throw his head back and whine as you pump your hand along with his cock.You curl your other hand into the front of his shirt and drag him a little closer, taking the opportunity to kiss along his jaw and run your tongue down his neck.

“Shit–you–you’re trouble aren’t you?” he laughs and you suck a bruise into his neck, grinning when you feel his adam’s apple bob as he swallows a shaky whine.

You chuckle, kissing down his neck and sucking another bruise into his collarbone, “If I’m–trouble what does that make you?”

He laughs, “It makes me–”, you interrupt him with a squeeze of the base of his cock making his next words come out in gasps, “It makes me–fuck–makes me really fucking horny.” You giggle, pulling him back down to kiss you again, consuming each of his breathy gasps as you work for your hand up and down his cock, spreading beads of his precum along the length.

“You–you got a condom?” you whisper between kisses, “I want–I want you to fuck me”

His eyes go wide as he pants, “You-you're gonna let me fuck you?”

All it takes is your quiet nod and another squeeze of his cock and he’s shoving his hand into his pocket and pulling out a silvery little wrapper. You grin, a little dazed as you pluck the wrapper from his hands. You don’t even have to direct him to take off his pants before he’s frantically shoving them down his legs, nearly tripping in the process and forcing you to release his cock for a moment.

You can’t even stop yourself from whining when your eyes fall to his cock as it curves up against his pelvis, tip sticky with pre-cum. Fuck–he’s really fucking big

“See something you like?” he chuckles, hands brushing over your thighs, once again leaving you flustered and at his mercy. Of course, you couldn’t possibly expect to have the upper hand for long.

Smug little shit–

“What’s the matter, pretty girl? I thought you wanted me to fuck you?” His hand is back between your thighs while the other curls behind your back and you nearly drop the condom when his fingers brush over your clit.

“I–I do–I just–” you pause biting the inside of your cheek, “You’re just–um–fuck–you’re gonna let this go to your head–but—you’re bigger than most guys I’ve been with.”

You expect him to laugh, or say something cheesy like I’ll make it fit like most guys would.

Instead, he smiles and presses a kiss to your forehead, dipping his fingers between your folds, “You choose how far we go pretty girl– I’m good if this is all we do– fuck I’d be willing to get on me knees and spend the rest of tonight with my mouth on you if that’s what you want.”

Somehow it’s the sweetest thing a guy has ever said to you in this situation.

You stare up at him for a moment. The idea of him back on his knees between your thighs again does appeal to you but if this is the only time you ever get to do this with him you want to be able to say you know what it feels like to have his cock inside of you.

You shake your head, bringing the condom wrapper to your mouth, tearing it open with your teeth while maintaining eye contact with him. “I said I wanted you to fuck me didn’t I?”

He licks his lips and chuckles,” Yea, you did.”

You pull the condom from the wrapper and toss it aside, dragging your hands down to his cock, watching his reactions as you carefully roll the condom over his cock. He bites his bottom lip, swallowing a whine as you roll the condom inch by inch onto his cock, giving the base a squeeze once you reach it.

You lean forward, other hand twisting into his shirt, dragging him down until your lips are just barely touching, “Show me what has all the girls talking about you all the time.”

“Fuck–” he groans, “Fuck–alright–fuck–I’ve gotta prep you–I don’t–I don’t want to hurt you”

You nod as he shits to lift your legs to wrap around your waist, carefully working his fingers back into your cunt. You are reminded of how fucking good at this he is with every swipe of his thumb over your clit. It's absolutely unfair how good he is at it but god it feels good to have his fingers stretching you out.

Your hand trembles as you try to pump his cock in time with his fingers curling inside of you. nips at the underside of your jaw, groaning when you squeeze the base of his cock. Once or twice you manage to make him lose focus. But he’s quick to gain the upper hand, curling his fingers against the sweet spot that makes your thighs tremble and your mind go blank.

“Fuck–Klitz–I need you now– please” you whine, bucking your hips and tugging on his shirt, desperately trying to drag him closer to you.

His fingers stop moving for a moment as he stares at you, trying to gauge your reaction, “Fuck baby– are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”

You nod, pulling your hands away from his cock to drag him closer, “Please–’m ready–I need you–”

He looks like he wants to argue for a moment but it’s clear he’s just as at your mercy as you are at his. Finally, he groans, rutting against your thigh as he curls his fingers inside of you one last time before pulling them out with a wet popping sound.

He helps you lift your legs around his waist, and guides his cock slowly between your thighs, groaning when he presses the tip to your entrance, pausing with a choked gasp, “Fuck–are you sure— we don’t have to–we don’t have to do this–”

You tremble as you reach up curling your fingers into his hair, “Please– I promise-–promise m’ ready—just—just go slow, okay? “

“Fuck yea–yea I’ll go— I’ll go slow” he promises with a gasp.

He makes good on that promise, pressing into you as slowly and as gently as he can, cradling the back of your head while the other grasps at your hip. Still, every inch of him pressing deeper into your tight heat drags the air out of your lungs.

“Fuuuuuuuck” he nearly sobs when he finally bottoms out, “fuck—fuck– you’re so–fucking tight–oh my fucking god— I knew—I fucking knew you’d feel good.”

You can’t even think, let alone speak with your cunt clenching around his cock as you try to get used to the feeling of him inside of you. He’s so deep you swear you can feel him in your stomach. All you can do is babble incoherently at him, repeating his name like it’s the only word you know. You aren’t even fully aware of it when you start rolling your hips trying to get him to start moving and he has to grip your hip a little harder to get you to stop moving.

“Fuck–please—please fuck me Klitz--please” you whine, trying to drag him closer, forcing him to just fucking move already.

Bless Klitz for his ability to be patient with you even when you’re being a whiney brat.

“Are you sure baby? I don’t wanna hurt you–fuck–” he looks at you and you know immediately that he’d stop in an instant if you told him to. But you don’t want him to stop. You want him to fuck you until all you can’t remember is his name. You want to be able to feel him long after he’s done with you.

“Please– I want this–-I need it—” you gasp, pouting a bit when he still doesn’t look convinced. It takes everything out of you to focus on forming words correctly as you bring your hands to the sides of his face forcing him to look you in the eyes, “Klitz—Klitz I trust you—- I know you won’t hurt me—Please baby I need you so bad”

He stares into your eyes searching for any sign that you might want to back out, and when he doesn’t find any he curses, pulling his hips back with a groan until only the tip of his cock remains.

Just as you’re about to try begging him again his lips are crashing into yours in a bruising kiss, swallowing your whine when he drives his cock back into your cunt, dragging the air from your lungs all over again. He pulls your hips forward, bringing you to sit a little closer to the edge of the counter.

You can’t even tell which one of you making more noise at this point. His whimpers and whines are nearly as pathetic as yours. “Fuck pretty girl–-you’re fucking—perfect–so fucking perfect”

He kisses along your jaw, and down your neck tracing over the bruises he’d already left on you. One of his hands remains on his hips, while the other palms at your breasts. He moans and you aren’t sure if it's from your cunt squeezing around cock or the feeling of your tits warm under his palm. It’s probably both.

You feel a bit giddy knowing you hold any power over him at all. But it’s difficult to focus any energy on using that power when he’s driving his cock into you and dragging you closer and closer to your second orgasm. All you can do is try to pull him closer, your cunt fluttering with every slow drag of his cock driving in and out of you.

“So glad—glad you let me fuck you– been fucking waiting for this” he admits, mouthing at your collarbone and pinching your nipple between his index finger and thumb, “god—fucking–I don’t deserve this—don’t deserve you like this–fuck” every word is punctuated by his cock driving back into your tight heat until you’re choking on it.

You fumble a bit, grappling for purchase on the back of his shirt, fingernails digging into his back and making him hiss, his hips stuttering a bit nearly losing his pace.

“Klitz—fuck—should have—should have let you do this sooner” your head rolls back and your lucky Klitz is quick to move his hand off of your hip to curl around the back of your head making sure his knuckles hit the mirror instead of your face.

“Fuck–god–You made me wait all this time?” he smirks peering at you through fogged up glasses, “I should make you beg to cum for making me wait so long”

You laugh breathlessly, looking at him with a dazed smile, “You want me to beg?” you clench around his cock, grinning when his hips stutter a bit, “I’ll beg–If that’s what you want–come on tell me what you want pretty boy”

He whimpers–and fuck you’re really starting to realize how much you like it when he whimpers like that as he pulls you forward and kisses you hard as he drags his hand from your breasts down between your thighs, “I want–fuck—I wanna feel you cum on my cock—”

You grin, sucking his bottom lip between your teeth and dragging your fingernails along his back, bucking your hips to meet his steady thrusts, “Then make me cum–”

He doesn’t even wait for you to finish the sentence before he’s driving his cock into you hard and tracing tight circles over your clit. You’re about to ask if he’s close to cumming too, but you get your answer as soon as you notice his thrusts falter a bit.

He drags you back over the edge in a matter of seconds, but this time he’s falling with you, babbling and cursing as his hips stutter and you cry out his name, holding him as close as you can, rolling your hips to meet his erratic thrusts.

Your cunt spasms and once again your vision blurs and time slows as he fucks you through your shared climax. Klitz is relentless, driving his cock into you even as he struggles to stay standing, body curling over yours as he presses his face into your neck.

And fuck–the sounds he makes as he spills into the condom are enough to make you dizzy. He says your name like a prayer, dragging your hips against his and mouthing at your neck, sucking a few more bruises along the way, choking on a whine everytime he feels you squeeze around him.

“Fuck–Klitz” you babble as his thumb grazes back over your oversensitive clit, “Please—s’too much–please”

You trust Klitz to stop when you ask him to– more than you’d trusted any other guy, And he stops almost as soon as the words pass between the two of you, hand instantly moving to hold your hip as he looks at you with wide eyes. You can feel him trembling as he tries to stay still.

“Sorry–fuck– I didn’t hurt you did I?” he asks, voice cracking from overexertion.

You shake your head, reaching a hand back over his shoulders to pull the pony tail from his hair, “No–’m just—just really sensitive” you cradle his face, smiling when he leans into your palm.

“Fuck– can i just–can i just stay like this for a minute” he whispers, whining a bit when you cunt spasms again and you nod, dragging him down to meet you in a kiss.

It takes a few minutes for the both of you to calm down and even once you’ve come down from the high of your orgasm you still feel like your stuck in a fog. But mostly you just feel really fucking good–sensitive and shaky—but good.

Eventually he shifts up a little bit, pressing one last lazy kiss to your neck as he slowly pulls out, careful not to brush against your clit and whispering little apologies when you whimper a bit at the loss of his cock.

He stares at you, and you can see a million thoughts running around behind his green eyes. You’re about to ask him what he’s thinking about when he shifts backwards a bit and pulls the condom off, tying it off and tossing it into the garbage by the toilet.

He looks around for a moment until he sees a shelf of clean towels and quickly swipes a small wash cloth. He gently pushes your leg apart again, standing between them as he flicks the faucet of the sink back on, wetting the cloth under it for a moment before turning it off and pressing the damp cloth on your thigh.

You shiver, cursing softly and he whispers a quiet apology, “Sorry–lemme just clean you up alright?”

Christ for a fuck boy he really was rather sweet.

You spread your legs a bit more to make it easier for him, lifting your skirt so it doesn’t fall as he gently cleans you up. You almost beg him to fuck you again when he pauses at your cunt, staring at it and licking his lips. But he doesn’t give you the chance, cleaning you up in a matter of minutes, pressing a few kisses on your thighs to apologize when he brushes the cloth over your clit.

He helps you back into your panties, letting you lean on him as he tugs them over your ass and snaps the waistband against your hips. He cleans himself off last, tucking his dick back into his boxer’s as he pulls his pants up.

“Klitz?” you whisper, “um–where’d you throw my braw and my top?”

He finds them quickly but doesn’t hand them off to you at first, just staring at your bare chest for a moment before whispering, “Ya know I meant it when I said you have the pretties tits.”

You snort snatching your clothes out of his hands, “You tell that to all the girls you seduce?”

He smiles and shakes his head as he buckles his belt, watching you clip your bra back on, “Nope–just you pretty girl”

You know it’s foolish to believe a fuck boy– but you really can’t help it when he stares at you with those green eyes and that little smirk.

“Sure you do.” you retort, slipping your crop top back over your head, shifting to pull it over your chest as he watches you, eyes darting from your chest to your face. You shuffle off the counter, nearly stumbling when you forget that your legs are still a little shaky.

Klitz catches you by the waist, pushing you back against the counter again with a smirk, “Careful pretty girl” Klitz stares at you for a moment and then leans forward catching you in another kiss, humming in approval when you drag him closer.

You pull away panting, “I should–I should go home” you whisper, not even fighting him when he pulls you in for another kiss.

He sucks on your bottom lip for a moment before pulling away completely, giving you a smug grin when you whine at him, “ I wanna do this again sometime.”

You tilt your head a bit surprised at his admission, “You do?”

He nods, brushing a loose strand of hair out of your face, “Mmhm…Unless you’re gonna hide from me again.”

You roll your eyes and shove his arm, “I wasn’t hiding from you.”

You aren’t even trying to be convincing.

Still he lets you keep your dignity with a chuckle as he shakes his head and steps back a bit, “Alright–how about you text me later if doing this again is something your interested in, yea?”

You already know you’re going to say yes.

Still you nod, “I’ll think about it.”

He grins cheekily shuffling towards the door, “I look forward to receiving your text.” he twists the door knob and looks back at you once more, “uh–also text when you get home so I know you made it home safe.”

You bit back the urge to tease him for being worried, far to giddy about it to be in a position to make fun of him.

“I will.” you promise, giggling when he smiles and winks at you before slipping out the door into the hallway.

Well fuck–

You pick up your phone and step towards the door, opening up your text chain with Hayden and Jayce again to find a few new messages from them.

>>JayJay: yea with a K ;)))))

>>HEY!den: oh yeah Klitzy ;) (1 hour ago)

>>HEY!den: you fuck him finally???

>>JayJay: please tell me u fucked him finally omfg u are driving me insane girly u need some dick rn (30 minutes ago)

>>JayJay: I’m gonna be heading home soon, lemme know if you guys want a ride (2 minutes ago)

>>HEY!den: Yes please!!!

>>Y/N: I’ll meet you at the door

>>JayJay:Okay but hurry or im leaving without you lol

>>HEY!den: don’t listen to him babes i wont let him leave with out you <3

>>JayJay: u r no fun :(

You shake your head, yanking the door open, silently thanking your lucky stars that there aren’t many people in the hall way. The party has cleared up a bit so it doesn’t take you long to make your way to the front door.

You see Jayce and his messy head of dirty blonde hair first, leaning against a wall with Haydan leaning against his side, her dark hair falling over her face as she fights sleep. Jayce notices you instantly and waves you over, eyes widening a bit when he notices the hickies on your neck.

You don’t even let him say a word before you lift a hand to cover his mouth, “You can ask all your silly little questions when we get home.”

–he doesn’t even last the two minute walk to his car before he’s blurting out questions.

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annika-thelostlove · 1 year

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Hello friends! <?>

It has been a while since I've posted, I've been quite busy working a new freelance job. But I have every intention of posting all my Paul Dano fics regardless of how many years it may take 💔🥲

I have an idea of posting my short/long first drafts here. I have a habit of writing fic plots when im feeling down (it lifts my mood). They will be badly written, but it is for anyone to enjoy! if anyone likes some of the premises, people are free to take the ideas from them!

Thank you Danonation 💚💚💚

#paul dano fics #paul dano fanfic #danonation #edward nashton x reader #edward nashton #my fic #fanfic #paul dano #paul dano x reader #fanfic draft #simon feck #percy dolarhyde #tim klitz #calvin weir fields

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sugarpopss · 7 months

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It's Nice To Have A Friend (The Girl Next Door (2004))

My obligatory Taylor Swift lyric fic even though it's not a ship fic. I'm always in my Paul Dano era and Klitz and Eli's friendship means sososo much to me like I could talk about them all day.

No warnings or pairing, just klitz and eli being cute kids. Might write more of this idk. Really more of a blurb but fuck it y'know

The first person who ever exclusively called Timothy Klitz by his surname was Eli Brooks.

On the first day of fourth grade, Timothy sat in the second row from the front. He had ten freshly sharpened pencils, a new green binder filled with notebook paper, and a brand new, very grown up backpack. It was light blue with a white zipper and a front pocket-perfect for him to take to middle school the next year. He wasn’t a little kid anymore, and the WolverineTM backpack he’d carried for the past two years just wouldn’t cut it.

When the teacher read his name off the roll-call, Timothy politely raised his hand. The teacher had asked them not to say ‘here’ or any variation thereof. It made the classroom too loud, and they were getting to be around the age where some of Timothy’s peers thought it was funny to say dirty words when given the chance.

As Timothy was lowering his hand, the boy sitting behind him snorted, a sound like someone trying to hold in their laughter. Timothy had had a fair bit of experience being laughed at by age ten-he had consistently been the tallest kid in every class since the first grade, he was quiet and wore thick glasses-thanks astigmatism-and was one of only six Jewish kids in his elementary school.

Timothy didn’t turn around. He’d learned by that point that the best reaction when someone wanted to make fun of you was no reaction.

“Your name is Klitz? Really?”

Alright. Fine. Timothy turned around in his seat. Screw ‘no reaction’, he was going to middle school next year, he could defend himself.

“My last name is. But my first name is Timothy. You don’t use your last name unless you’re a teacher, anyway.”

The boy behind him smiled wide and leaned forward in his seat, getting close enough that Timothy could see he had dark brown eyes-very dark, like the coffee his mom drank every morning.

“My older brother told me that at the high school, they teach you that ‘klitz’ is the part of a girl you have sex with.”

Timothy didn’t know much about sex-he knew that you learned about in high school, but that was years away, and the topic didn’t really come up much with his mom-but he was reasonably sure that his last name wasn’t also the name of a body part.

“Are you sure?” He asked. If it was true, then Timothy was glad no one else in the class seemed to know what this kid knew.

The boy nodded. “Definitely. That’s so cool! I wish my name was a sex part.”

The teacher shot them both a withering glare that made Timothy flush and turn back around in his seat. He wasn’t used to being on the receiving end of discipline at school. It made him feel guilty and nervous, like he was going to go to prison. Last year, in the third grade, his class had gone on a field trip to Alcatraz Island. The cold, damp, dusty cells were exactly what he imagined when he thought about getting into trouble. Kids who got in trouble went to detention, which was like prison for kids, even if William Hearst Elementary School was next to a grocery store instead of on an island.

After a few moments, the boy behind him leaned forwards again-Timothy could hear the creak of his plastic chair.

“I’m Eli.” The boy whispered, low enough that their teacher wouldn’t be able to hear. “Not as cool as your name, huh?”

#paul dano #timothy klitz #chris marquette #eli brooks #the girl next door #the girl next door 2004 #danonation #it's not a ship fic on purpose but you could read it like that if you wanted it #I DO wholeheartedly believe that eli is a closeted bisexual #he'll figure it out eventually #cross posted on ao3

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nowyouknowdano · 2 years

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Fucked- Inmate Sweat x fem reader pt.3 (nsfw)

While he’s in he starts to roughly rock his narrow hips up into me. His face falls in between my tits, licking and sucking all over my chest as he uses my body as a conduit for all his pent up frustration and rage. “-Oh, -my, -go!” is all I can muster out as I’m breathlessly pounded into.

“I know, fuck baby I know.” He practically growls back at me, lifting his head to look at my face. He leans his perspiring forehead against mine to look me in the eyes. My body feels like it’s about to fall apart so I try and hold myself together, by wrapping one arm around his toned shoulders, and the other goes up to run my fingers over his cropped hair, now damp with sweat.

“God you always look so helpless, I love that about you.”he sluggishly grunted out, fucking me harder. All I could do was take him in, in every way; his scent deliciously sweaty and musky, his voice rough and breathless, his eyes unwavering and determined, his hands gripping my hips and breasts for dear life, his cock making me feel full and intoxicated, and I wouldn’t want it any other way. “Fuck I’m close!” He groans as he quickens his pace for a few moments, before his movements start getting sloppy. “Give it to me baby, don’t you stop!” I moan out loud, forgetting our current location. “How do you want me?” I plea wanting him to cum wherever he preferred, as always.

“Mmouth -Now!” He cries, desperate to feel his release I quickly fall to my knees in front of him and rub my hands up his bucking hips as he pumps himself, tapping my lips with the swollen pink head of his throbbing cock. I open my mouth to allow him the access he so desperately desires sticking my tongue out as far as it can go. His tip slide against my lips and tongue as he gives his final few pumps. I savor the salty taste of sweat mixing with his bittersweet pre-cum, he’s soon spurting out lines of himself all down my throat, for a moment accidentally getting a bit over my cheek and in my hair.

“Ahhh -fuck, you’re an angel.” He groans out lowly as he comes back into his body. I swallow as he pulls up his boxers and pants, fixing his belt with his left hand as he leans down to swipe my cheek and hair with his right thumb. “Finish what you started.” He smirks smugly, hovering his thumb over my mouth, his eyes flicker between mine and my lips, there’s something malevolent behind them. I’ve barely opened my mouth before he shoves his thumb far down my throat making me gag. He smiles once he saw my eyes water. He slowly removes his thumb from my mouth making sure to swipe strings of saliva across my lips, before we’re both startled but the doorknob jiggling.

I hurry to my feet and pull up my underwear and pants in one swipe. I look at the clock to see it’s now 11:45 which means we’ve been in here for 15 minutes. “Fuck”, “Shit” “Fuck” is all either of us can say as we heard a loud pounding on the door.

“Y/n! Sweat! Unlock this door immediately!” the angry voice of officer Lambert can be heard surely loud enough to hear all the way from down the hall. I can’t believe what I just got myself into.

a/n: ahh ok that was it I hope you enjoy and have a beautiful day! love ya🥰

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losergendered · 8 months

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"lacey vegeta house md homestuck" worlds worst crossover fic

STOP 😭

#(guy who once wrote a fic that was literally just klitz from girl next door beating kankri vantas to death)#asks

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milk-and-egg · 2 years

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Hello fellow members of the Danonation!

I wrote a fic about Klitz and Eli from The Girl Next Door. Give it a read if you would like, or don’t if you’re not interested. I won’t be offended.

I might write more chapters bc it was super fun to make.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/38667771

#Klitz #klitz the girl next door #klitz x eli #fanfiction #paul dano #the girl next door #eli the girl next door #I know I have other fics I gotta write #but I can’t help myself #eli brooks

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goodboyriddler · 2 years

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I’m BEGGING for more klitz fics holyshit I’ve been a fanfic/smut reader a long time but something about the combo of that sad little wet rat of a man and your writing style just hits DIFFERENT

will do!! he's a fun little guy to write. Actually if everything goes well I'm planning to do a little something special for Paul's bday in June (no spoilers) tehee wink so watch out for that

I do like that my incoherent, comma abusing writing that will make a grammar snob cry is hitting🧎thank u sm i always love when ppl enjoy themselves w my silly little fics

#mail #i was waiting for my milestone to open requests but Im blank rn aside from continuations so well see #next is a Edward/riddler fic probably we gotta watch out klitz girls too much its bad

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colorsofjun · 2 years

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Hi there! Is there anyway I could get a link to your Spotify playlists?

For everyone who was asking, here are the Spotify playlist links! If you have any requests for a certain character (any character/fandom) with any certain theme, please let me know! Enjoy!<3333

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/12s2VnmXabHD50Lzybl1QD?si=g7USJR9GQaG46KYYdF3zlg

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5G95QI5N29oKxvqACmWJhH?si=guJucTUPRzuR0GaWkASTuA

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0R12ypRMZwzFgQHxsKlA7f?si=9tLi6fWmS9quImcRHDhQbQ

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/78M22EbvqczPkPyhtf3pIR?si=bprruWbGT_eJA-jalypUYg

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/12xhqq3fJX6oad77has4hj?si=a0kGtUioQW6TYhcZlXN3KA

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3Dl3Sc3rBriXDvmb8rxOq2?si=XdcOz2PfSqWq0hBbwMIQnw

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candied-heartss · 9 months

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Okay so I've been thinking about this for a while and I just can't seem to write it myself so I was wondering if you could write a fic where Klitz and the Reader have been dating for a while like she went to Yale with him and stuff. And they have like super passionate sex like all the time, so at a party that you guys to he introduces you too a couple of his friends and they all start hitting on you and he gets like super pissed so he pulls you to the side like into a bathroom or something and he makes sure that everyone knows your his by giving you a bunch of hickies and marks and stuff. And then you accidentally call him daddy (yk cuz hes being so protective or something) it startles him but also turns him on more. 💀💀 sorry it's a lot but I really like this idea.

𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄

(ʲᵉᵃˡᵒᵘˢ!ᵏˡⁱᵗᶻ ˣ ᵍⁿ!ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ)

𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇: 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝗃𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗄𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗓 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗍 𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗒.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: 18+ (𝗠𝗗𝗡𝗜), 𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗲𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝗽𝘂𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗱𝗲𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻, 𝗽𝗿𝗮𝗶𝘀𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸, 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 (𝘄𝗿𝗮𝗽 𝗶𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗮𝗽 𝗶𝘁, 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘆 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲!), 𝗱𝗮𝗰𝗿𝘆𝗽𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗮, 𝗱𝗶𝗿𝘁𝘆 𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗸, 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗮𝗹𝗰𝗼𝗵𝗼𝗹, 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗷𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗼𝘂𝘀𝘆, 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗱𝗮𝗱𝗱𝘆 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸, 𝗸𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘇 𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗸𝗲𝘆 𝗴𝗲𝘁𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝗶𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗶𝗻 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗻𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗮 𝗺𝗶𝗿𝗿𝗼𝗿???

You didn't even know how you ended up in a situation such as this. Never in a million years did you think that you'd currently be getting your brains fucked out by your boyfriend in front of a mirror while in the cramped bathroom of someone's house at a party, but yet, here you were.

"Open wide, baby." you heard the nearly sinful words being whispered into your ear. Klitz's long fingers pressed themselves against your lips, parting them so that he could easily slip inside the warm, wetness of your mouth, pressing down on your tongue and nearly making you gag from the pressure, the rhythm, and the speed of his thrusts never changing.

You whimpered, but to little effect, on account that your mouth was full of his fingers, the tips nearly hitting the back of your throat while his cock hit nearly every right spot inside of you, due to the angle he had bent you at. You looked up at the mirror again and knew for certain that your makeup was ruined.

"Fuck... Your pussy feels like it was made for me..." he groaned, pushing his fingers into your mouth a tiny bit deeper than before, making you choke at the feeling, your eyes nearly rolling back into their sockets and your head hanging slightly lower.

Klitz noticed this and snickered softly to himself before reaching up and threading the hand the other hand that was placed possessively at your hip into your hair, tugging at it and pulling your head back up so you could face the mirror and look at both yours and his reflections at the same time, the sight sending a spark of arousal through your veins.

"Aw, baby," he teased, "look at you, so pretty, so messy... God, I love looking at you." you moaned at his words, finding the way that he was talking to you both patronizing and also incredibly arousing.

You wanted to speak, to say something back in return, but your mind was so muddled from it all, the only coherent thought that came to your brain was of how deep his cock felt inside of you, that you let out mindless babbles and gibberish.

"Oh sweetie, I haven't even been going that hard and your brain's getting all dumb on me," he shook his head and chuckled, "and here I was, thinking my girlfriend was a smart girl, but all it takes is a bit of my cock, and you're already turning into a mindless cumdump. Is that what you want to be known as? Just a stupid little slut who goes around drinking too much and flirting with other guys?"

"I... Uh, I- fuck... Please..." you whimpered, trying to get ahold of your words, but they just wouldn't come out the way that you wanted to. Klitz sighed and chuckled again as he picked up the pace again, nearly making you cry.

"You... You... You what, baby? C'mon, spit it out. I know you can, yeah?" he taunted you again, reaching down and rubbing at your puffy, little clit with his thick fingers, the feeling enough to send shivers down your spine.

"Y-you're right... 'm so dumb, Klitzy... Being so stupid..." you told him, the words already replaying on a loop through your mind like a broken record.

"And, what else are you, huh? C'mon..." Klitz encouraged you, massaging your sensitive bundle of nerves with a bit more pressure applied to it, now.

"I'm a mindless cumdump... All for you..." you still could barely think, on account of being so inebriated by his cock. He smiled, kissing the top of your head, "That's right, baby. You're such a good girl, baby. I'm proud of you for admitting it..."

Something about the mix of his words, the marks he left on your neck, and his fingers on your clit made the knot in your stomach get tighter as your walls clenched harder around his cock, making him groan.

"Fuck... You're so close, I can feel it. You wanna come for me, baby?" he whispered, kissing your cheek as you like at the both of you in the mirror. You nodded, tears now practically streaming down your cheeks, "Please..."

"Hmm... I dunno, how about you beg for it, pretty girl?" he requested, now having stopped both his thrusts and his movements on your clit altogether, making you sob.

"Please, please... I need it, I need you so bad... Please, Daddy, please..." you cried, your hips bucking desperately into his hand. You hadn't even realized what you said, having said all of this in the heat of the moment, but Klitz realized, and he also realized that he really, really liked hearing those words come out of your mouth.

"Say it, again."

"Daddy, please... I wanna come so badly..." you begged again, making him more satisfied and letting his thrusts resume. You nearly screamed until you went hoarse at the feeling, your legs shaking so much, you thought that you'd fall over.

Suddenly, like a tidal wave or like a car collision, your orgasm crashed through you all at once, making your eyes roll back as you trembled in his grasp and moaned loud enough for the whole party downstairs to potentially hear the two of you. Klitz then almost immediately followed after you, groaning loudly as he came, too, his cum now dripping down your thighs as he released inside of you.

After a moment of the two of you just standing there, panting as you both came down from your respective highs, he pulled out of you, putting himself back into his jeans before pulling your panties back up, so that the stickiness of his cum stayed against your cunt.

"My pretty baby..." he whispered in your ear as he kissed you all over your face.

#paul dano #the riddler x reader #the riddler smut #danonation #the batman #danocel #jay okja #klitz x reader #percy dolarhyde #joby taylor #klitz the girl next door #thaddius #dwayne hoover #seth looper #klitz smut

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cannedbeefaroni · 8 months

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I should proooooooobably make a fic masterlist haha

Edward Nashton:

The Hand That Feeds

The Bad Touch (SMUT)

Love Note

Bloodbath & Beyond (SMUT)

Drunk Walk Home

Pink in the Night (SMUT)

Why Didn't You Stop Me?

Headcanons (SMUT)

Headcanons 2 (SMUT)

Cock on cock fic (SMUT)

Eddie, Burt, and Calvin headcanons (SMUT)

Soft Fuzzy Man (implied smut)

Touch Me

You're So Creepy (SMUT)

Under the Table (SMUT)

Calvin Weir-Fields

Bitchboy (SMUT)

Headcanons (SMUT)

Manipulate, Mansplain, Malewife (SMUT)

Fuck Buddies (SMUT)

Burt Fabelman

Real Men

Kissing in Cars (SMUT)

HOT DILFS IN YOUR AREA

Does Your Mother Know

Gimmie! Gimmie! Gimmie! (SMUT)

Joby Taylor

Get This (SMUT)

Timothy Klitz

The Birds and the Bees (SMUT but only in part 2)

NSFW Alphebet (SMUT)

Brat (SMUT)

Louis Ives

Pretty

Eli Sunday

Confessional (SMUT)

NSFW Alphabet (SMUT)

#danonation #danocel #edward nashton #paul dano riddler #dano riddler #the riddler #edward nashton x reader #riddler x reader #burt fabelman #burt fabelman x reader #calvin weir fields #calvin weir fields x reader #timothy klitz #timothy klitz x reader #joby taylor #joby taylor x reader

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mittos · 8 months

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I’m re reading this fic again and I’m obsessed with them again I haven’t stopped drawing klitz for days

#eli the girl next door #klitz the girl next door #the girl next door #eli brooks #timothy klitz #klitz x eli #Paul dano #chris marquette #fanart #danonation #gay #digital artist on tumblr #artist on tumblr

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robinofgothamcity · 2 years

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"i'll make you eat your words."

characters: tim klitz / the girl next door

pronouns used: she/her

note: not checked for grammar or spelling mistakes / what's looking like in terms of my schedule is this fic, an aew fic of some sort (who idk), and probably a dick grayson fic!!

"you guys are genuinely so disgusting," you told Eli as he continued talking about his porn directing dream in detail. the way he was speaking about women and how hot they looked made you look at him in confusion, "Eli, I'm begging to switch the conversation."

he rolled his eyes but continued to talk about it with Matt. Klitz was standing next to him not very engaged in the conversation. you were sitting on the concrete bench, swinging your legs back and forth, trying not to let your legs get burned by the hot concrete. there had been a few weeks between graduation and prom and were still dateless to the damn event. you were hoping one of the three had asked you even as a friend but that wasn't looking like it was going to happen.

you had gotten into a college in New Haven, not Yale, but a surrounding university and you decided that it was your best option out of all of them. you knew that since Klitz was going to Yale, you'd at least have one friend in the area. he had hoped that they would've accepted you but your SAT scores weren't exactly high so you settled to a campus about twenty minutes away from Yale and stuck with it.

"you have no respect for your female friends, do you? if you;re are going to be talking like that at least have the common decency to do it when I'm not around," you asked Eli once again. Klitz stifled a laugh, muttering about how Eli didn't have female friends to begin with, "you're barely a girl yourself! when's the last time you've dressed up or even went on a date? you're just as much of a loser as we are," Eli spat back. Matt and Klitz stared at him silently implying that he had went too far with the comment.

you stared at Eli, your eye twitching in anger. you stood up, not wanting them to see you get teary eyed and went in the direction of your house. Klitz sighed in annoyance before smacking Eli in the back of the head. he always had this protective aura around you, especially when it came towards Eli. he knew he had a mouth and said what he wanted without taking other peoples feelings into account.

"you went too far," Klitz said making Eli scoff, "she was the one complaining! if she had such a problem about the way I was talking, she could've left," he replied. Klitz hit Eli again in the head, "she's our friend and you could at least watch the way you talk when she's around," he continued.

"no, she's your friend Klitz. the only reason we tolerate her is because you wanna fuck her," Matt stared at Eli in disagreement, "she's my friend. you might be the only one who doesn't like her," he finally said. Eli knew this conversation would get no where so he stayed quiet as Klitz texted you, asking you if you were okay and to not listen to what Eli had said.

you had ignored your phone, leaving it on the living room table before going up to your room. by the time you had made it home, it was relatively late. there had been about an hour before you had to start getting ready for bed but you knew you were going to make Eli eat his words. you weren't really the kind of girl to get overly dressed up for school. you usually went for jeans and a sweater and swapped the sweater for a shirt if it got too hot.

you went into your closet, pulling out a skirt and a cute top that you had shoved in the back of it months ago. it was a stupid outfit your mom had bought you to try and dress up a bit more but you had just tossed it in the back and never looked back on it. the skirt was a bit more on the showy side as it looked like a catholic school skirt that someone had cut.

"Klitz is going to freak out when he sees you like that," your sister said from the doorframe of your room. you looked up nervously, "think so?" you asked. she laughed showing you the amount of missed texts and calls from him, "oh, he's going to be drooling at the mouth and if he doesn't, that Eli kid might."

you put your outfit on the chair as you explained what had happened earlier in the day that had caused you to pull this ridiculous outfit on. she had shook her head at Eli's dumb comments but internally, she had thanked him. she knew the mutual feeling of romance you and Klitz had for each other and maybe this would be the push Klitz needed to ask you out.

after you finished getting everything ready, you got ready for bed as you couldn't wait for tomorrow morning. as uncomfortable as you were going to be all day, you knew you'd prove that idiot wrong.

the morning came and you were up a minute before your alarm went off. you quickly did your hair and applied some makeup, wondering if you were even doing it right before getting dressed. by the time you finished and went downstairs, your mom was already gone and your sister was leaving for work.

you pulled on your backpack and made the journey to school, the feeling of nervousness and panic finally hitting you. this was the first time...ever that Klitz would see you this way and you weren't exactly sure if he would even like it. you slammed yourself for not bringing an extra set of clothes. you noticed Klitz, Eli, and Matt sitting at one of the outside tables talking amongst each other. you could feel the looks from other kids as a few guys had whistled to get your attention. finally, Matt was the one who looked up first and instantly did a double take to see if that was really you.

"holy shit," he said as his eyes widened. Eli and Klitz looked up to see what happened and before any of them could say a word, Klitz started to choke on his water. Eli hadn't said anything but he couldn't keep his eyes off your legs.

"morning Klitz, hey Matt," you greeted them. Klitz couldn't muster up a word to say but Matt instantly smiled, "hey, you look nice. any occasion?" he asked. you shook your head no, "just felt like it. figured I'd get more in tune with my feminine side, right Eli?" you asked. he nodded slowly, gulping back a knot in his throat.

you noticed that there hadn't been anywhere to sit and as a joke, you always sat on top of Klitz when it happened. you moved to where Klitz was at and immediately made him red in the face as you moved onto the top of his left leg. Eli and Matt could see the way he was trying to keep in composure but was failing horribly at it.

"did you do the extra AP Chem work? I tried too but the equations were so hard," you said to Klitz. he shook his head no knowing full well that he had done it but there was no way he could say anything at the moment, "kinda cold isn't it? I'm really an idiot for not bringing a sweater," you continued to talk to the rest of the boys, not picking up on Klitz's behavior, "I'm going to look in my locker. I'll see you in class Klitz," you mentioned before getting up.

as soon as you were out of earshot, Eli looked to Klitz instantly, "she's fucking hot. I take back everything I said because holy shit, you think she'd let me hit it? or let me use her in one of my movies?" he asked. Klitz jumped over the table making Matt hold him back, "dude, he's joking, relax!" Matt yelled. "you might wanna make sure no one else beats you to that boyfriend spot first because look at all the looks she's getting," Eli said as he pointed to the guys who were approaching you. Klitz could tell you were getting very uncomfortable at the attention and stood up from the table, "where are you going?" Matt asked.

Klitz went to your locker, taking off his Yale sweater and handing it over to you, "here, take mine," he whispered. you smiled thankfully and slipped on the navy blue crewneck. the sweater was barely covering your legs but it was keeping your upper-half of your body warm, "I'm sorry, where you saying something?" you asked the guy in front of you.

Klitz was not a menacing kind of guy, not by far but the way he was standing behind you, this angry aura about him was making him more intimidating than usual. he shook his head, muttering to forget about it before leaving. you looked up to Klitz and felt a shift in attitude from it.

"something wrong?" you asked as he offered to carry you bag. you gave it to him as he shook his head no, "well, I was wondering if you wanted to ditch lunch and get something outside? I'm not really in mood to deal with school food today," you asked. Klitz nodded and told you that you could ditch a few minutes early from AP Lit to head out.

throughout the first half of the day, the attention continued on you. girls complimenting your outfit even though it was covered by Klitz's sweater and guys giving you gross comments. Klitz felt like he couldn't take it anymore. a part of him getting more and more angry at the attention you were getting and although he felt wrong for feeling this way, he hated the idea that you might take up one of the guys on their one night offers.

by the time AP Lit rolled around, Klitz had kicked you to signal to leave. you slipped out the back door, making sure the teacher was busy with helping another kid as Klitz did the same. the two of you ran to the back entrance and made it safely to Klitz's car. the nearest fast food place was about ten minutes from the school and the line was relatively short.

you had offered for Klitz to park in an empty park parking lot to eat. you knew Eli was going to get upset at the fact that you went to get food without him but sometimes you enjoyed your time with just Klitz. "ugh, this skirt is getting really annoying but if I go back home and change, my mom is going to kill me," you said with a mouthful of food. he hummed in response, "something wrong? you seem out of sorts today," you finally asked Klitz.

Klitz sipped on his soda, not knowing whether to confess what he was thinking but he knew there was no use. Klitz put his soda down and half-hovered over you for a pressuring kiss. you were taken by surprise but let him continue as you ran your fingers through his long hair. this was not the reaction you were expecting but you weren't mad at it. his lips were a bit chapped but nothing a little chapstick couldn't fix.

Klitz eventually made himself comfortable as you had moved yourself to hover over him now. Klitz had put his hands on his hands on your lower thighs as he tried to keep them from moving any higher. finally, you pulled yourself away.

"what a reaction that was," you joked. Klitz chuckled, a bit embarrassed at the way he technically confessed his feelings for you, "I know but hearing the way everyone was talking about you today kinda made me mad. especially hearing what Eli was saying earlier," you looked at him confused as he retold what Eli said.

"fucking pig," you muttered, "well, there's only one way to keep everyone knowing who I'm dating," you said as you placed Klitz's head on your neck. he instantly on the hint and started kissing it. he sucked on a part of your collarbone and made sure to leave a small bruise on it. you let out a little whimper making him stir in his seat.

"not here," you whispered, "my parents are going to be out for the weekend, you should come over," Klitz informed. you nodded as you finally got back into the passenger seat and Klitz made his way back to school. the ring was going to go off in a few minutes and caught Eli and Matt eating lunch at the same table from earlier in the morning.

Eli could see the way Klitz's hair was messed up from the back and his glasses were a bit smudged as your neck was showing the hickey Klitz had left earlier. Matt stared at the two of you, proudly giving Klitz a smile. you grabbed his hand as he tightened it. he could see the looks from other guys in school, some wondering why you were even giving someone like Klitz the time of day while others sighed in defeat.

"had a good lunch?" Matt asked jokingly. you put your head in between your hands as you tried to cover your face with Klitz's sweater, "don't even wanna ask," Eli said waving off Matt's comment. you gave him a knowing look, making sure to silently imply to keep it that way.

"come on, we have health next period," Klitz said as all of you heard the warning bell. you nodded as you stood up and Klitz put his arm over your shoulders. you gave him one quick kiss making Eli and Matt gag at the PDA as Klitz became flustered, "shut up, we'll see you after school," you said before walking away with Klitz.

you knew with your new relationship with Klitz, you'd be giving Eli more of a reason to get annoyed with you and you couldn't wait.

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