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mypoisonedvine · 2 years

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𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗶𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗶 𝗱𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗺𝗺𝗮 || klitz x reader

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 || klitz is lucky enough to have some really great best friends. he should just be satisfied with that, but instead he can't stop himself from longing to be more than friends with you. the problem? well, there are a few. you're just friends. you're one of the hottest girls in school. the list goes on. some feelings are hard to ignore (and some biological reactions are hard to hide), though, when you show up to the beach looking like that.

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁 || 13.5k

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 || smut (loss of virginity, male masturbation, unprotected sex even though it's literally the opposite of the point of the movie, premature ejaculation (lol), semi-public/almost caught), mild angst?, pining, tons of fluff, the reader has a ~reputation~, slight OC with the readers family/characterization, reader and klitz are in high school, eli is a lil shit but we love him, the entire plot of the movie and the main character of the movie are ignored entirely lmao

the first part of this was already posted on my blog as a drabble but the rest is a (very long) continuation! if you are 18+ please enjoy and feel free to leave a comment or reblog to show your support <3

Do you know how impossible it is to hide a boner in swim trunks?

I mean, seriously— Klitz was worried if he looked at you for more than a second, there'd be a tent in his pants so obvious that Boy Scouts would start trying to camp under it.

"Hey, lookin' good," Eli praised you, and you laughed; he loved your laugh. Of course Eli could handle this, he watched so much porn that his dick was probably half comatose by this point, but Klitz was still an excitable 18-year-old with 20/20 corrected vision and a massive, secret crush on one of his best friends. (The female one, contrary to popular rumors).

"Oh, this old thing?" you dismissed as you laid down between Eli and Klitz on the towel. How was he supposed not to look at your legs, at your neck as you let your head fall back for a moment, at your tits gloriously displayed by the way you propped yourself up on your elbows?

"Somebody call Sports Illustrated!" Eli continued, and you shoved him on the shoulder playfully.

"Shut up," you rolled your eyes, he could just see it behind the massive sunglasses. You looked back at Klitz, who looked away the second you caught him.

"Yeah, uh," he coughed, "you look good..."

"Thanks," you smiled. "You too."

"Wha— me?" he returned.

"Yeah, him?" Eli agreed.

"You think you don't look good shirtless?" you raised your eyebrows.

"He looks like someone painted nipples on a white T-shirt," Eli frowned.

"Nothing wrong with being pale," you shrugged, "isn't that why we're out here anyways, for a little sun?"

"You think I look good?" Klitz repeated again, still processing what you'd said, feeling his face heat up from more than the beginnings of a sunburn.

"Uh, yeah," you scoffed. "Is that so mind-blowing?"

"It's not his mind that's the issue," Eli noticed, "I think he's worried about blowing in his trunks."

"Hey!" Klitz shouted defensively, but it came out all weak and wobbly and he had to clear his throat.

"Really?" you smiled proudly.

"Yes," Eli insisted.

"No," Klitz denied.

"Whatever, I'm going for a swim," you announced, standing up in front of the towel— giving him a painfully wonderful view of your ass, by the way— and jogging towards the shore. Eli and Klitz watched you dive into the ocean, before the former gave his friend a knowing look.

"What?" Klitz asked.

"Dude," Eli began firmly, "this is ridiculous. You need to just go for it."

"I... no, I shouldn't," Klitz decided for the thousandth time. "She's great, but she's our friend, and if I messed it up it would be so awkward between all of us—"

"You won't mess it up!" Eli insisted. "She's into you! Give her the D!"

"Okay, that's... kinda not what I'm talking about," Klitz frowned, "you're missing the point."

"What other point could there possibly be?!"

"I'm out of here," Klitz groaned, standing up and walking towards where the water vacillated on the shore.

At the end of the day, as the sun was going down and Klitz collapsed into his bed after a much-needed shower, he closed his eyes and saw you first thing. The way you smiled when you laughed, every curve and detail of your body in that damn bikini, your skin dripping with ocean water that reflected the sun like glitter...

His skin was still warm from the leftover heat of the sun, the slightest tint of a tan visible when he compared his stomach to the line on his hips where the trunks had covered. Somewhere across the neighborhood, you were probably in the shower now, untying that string at your back and letting the water wash the sand and salt off your skin.

Out of instinct, his hand was already wrapped around his cock, imagining the way you would wash your hair, run your hands all over your skin— did you touch yourself in the shower? He wasn't even sure if girls did that... sure, they probably do it sometimes, but maybe not in the shower— maybe lying in bed, like this, with your legs spread and your back arching up off the baby pink sheets he remembered from the last time he was in your room. He could just imagine how good you would look with tan lines across your hips and back, around your neck and down your chest... he could trace them all with his tongue, he could hold your thighs open and hear you moan while he tasted you.

His cock was throbbing in his hand already, and he stroked himself faster.

Just as he was really getting into it, his phone rang. "Shit," he blurted out, startled, as he let go of himself and fumbled around on his nightstand for the cell. "What?" he answered flatly when he saw it was Eli calling.

"Am I interrupting something?" Eli said, voice tainted with his grin, and Klitz coughed when he realized he was audibly panting. "Listen, I know you wanna see those pictures I took at the beach."

"I'm good," Klitz dismissed.

"Oh, I'm sure you'll do just fine on your own, Romeo," Eli insisted, "but you're gonna wanna see these. I mean, you know she's basically like my sister and I'm still working on half a hard-on over here."

"Dude, that's disgusting," Klitz grimaced.

"Hey, I'm not creeping or anything, she asked me to take these," he recalled; and yes, you had, posing for him and everything— though you had rejected some of his more salacious ideas. Klitz almost laughed to himself as he remembered Eli trying to talk you into posing on your hands and knees. Like a lion, you know, you can snarl and stuff— it's empowering! he'd justified. "I just figured you'd want some of these moments preserved in more than just your memory," Eli explained.

"I mean, we got like, pictures together and stuff, right?" Klitz remembered. "I might want a copy of those."

"Yeah, of course, I've got a best-of compilation of all your hoverhand moments," Eli scoffed, "those aren't the ones I'm talking about. I'm talking about spank bank material— really good stuff."

"You're awful, you know that?" Klitz reminded him.

"You don't want me to email these to you then?"

"No, send it," Klitz sighed.

"Atta boy," Eli grinned, clicking 'send' right away. "All yours, pal, go nuts. Good luck looking her in the eye tomorrow."

"Yeah, I've somehow managed it for the past three years," Klitz mumbled before hanging up; he sat up on the edge of his bed, pondering the level to which he'd sunk for just a second before he got up and crossed the room to his computer. Eli's email had already come through. Subject: You're welcome. 16 attachments.

He sighed and got comfortable in the chair as he opened the first one. Even before he touched it, his cock flexed at the sight of you lounging back on the sand; somehow, he'd managed to forget just how little that bikini covered, just a few pink triangles covering the key parts, two over your tits and one slipping down between your thighs. He clicked to the next one, all but whimpering to himself seeing you laying on your stomach, kicking your feet up, laughing at something Eli had said. Your ass looked great, but he was looking at your smile the most. He wished you'd been laughing at one of his jokes instead, that was the best feeling in the world. Maybe second best, to when you hugged him and he could feel your body against his own...

The next one was taken in the water, you were bending over slightly to reach for something— that curve in your back, that's what he would run his hand over, up and up on his way to grab your hair and pull it back as you moaned loudly for him, begging him to fuck you faster. He'd push your shoulders down, making you bend over even more, he'd hold your hips and tell you how perfect you were.

You were running in the next one, and your legs looked so good he could cry; he could kiss his way up them slowly, until you were so desperate that you grabbed his head and shoved it right into your pussy, and he'd eat you out until you cried.

Klitz, don't stop— you feel so good, you're so good at this— I've wanted this for so long...

He was already ridiculously close, and there were still 12 pictures left. He wasn't sure he'd be able to get through them all before he made a mess all over his hand.

Your tits looked amazing in the next one, it was obvious they were what Eli had been trying to photograph, but he still got plenty of your face in the shot. Klitz jerked off faster, imagining coming all over that chest and face, pulling the bikini top down and out of the way so he could finally see what he'd been dreaming about for years. He didn't just want to see them— he wanted you to show him; he didn't just want to touch them, he wanted you to ask him to, to moan quietly as he did it, to ask him to put his mouth on them...

"Fuck, I'm gonna come," he gasped out loud, because it made it easier to imagine your voice in his ear, encouraging him. I'm close too, please don't stop— Klitzy, you can come inside me, if you want, just don't stop!

The next picture was the best one yet; he was in it, and he usually hated seeing himself in pictures, but you were hugging on him and he was laughing and the way you were looking at him... it made him wonder, for a second, if you could feel the same way about him. Because it looked just like the way he thought he looked when he looked at you.

He remembered when Eli took that picture, he remembered how your skin felt on his and how he wished he was brave enough to wrap his hand around your waist— he remembered the next one before he clicked to it, he saw you kissing his cheek as he blushed so hard it was turning his forehead pink; Eli, being the unwanted wingman that he was, had told you to kiss him for the picture, it was your choice to go for the cheek, but Klitz was on cloud 9 either way. Maybe if he was more of an asshole, he would've turned just in time to catch your lips with his— but then again, if he was an asshole, you'd probably not be his friend. He might just be one of the guys you went out with for a few weeks and then cried on Klitz's shoulder about. Believe it or not, Klitz preferred being this guy, the guy stuck at his computer jerking off as he imagined you. He might never get to touch you the way he wanted, tell you everything he wanted to say or make you feel as amazing as he knew you really were... but at least he could make you happy. You were laughing in the picture, after all, and you looked so beautiful.

He choked out your name as he came suddenly, much harder than he anticipated, eyes shut tightly as hot liquid started to run down over his fingers...

When he caught his breath and opened his eyes, your picture was still on his computer— and there was jizz all over his keyboard.

"Fuck," he groaned, looking around for tissues or something; he settled for a dirty t-shirt on the floor, and made a mental note to himself to insist to his mom to do his own laundry this week as he wiped up the mess he'd made.

Just then, his phone beeped with a text message, and he picked it up to see your name with a heart beside it.

I had fun today :)

He was still trying to come back to reality, and avoid the impending guilt for his ulterior motives. I had way too much fun today, he imagined replying, if he were more honest.

Me too, he sent back instead, Eli's pictures turned out great

you saw them already?? jealous!

He hadn't meant to give himself away like that... Ask him to send you the best ones, Klitz suggested to you. He set his phone down to keep cleaning up the embarrassing scene, but you replied quickly

all he sent me was the ones of us together with the title "hottest couple at westport high"

Klitz swallowed thickly when he saw that, wishing Eli would back off and let Klitz handle his crush on his own timeline... he was still only two years into his five-year plan— you can't rush art! LOL Klitz replied, hoping to keep it casual and vague.

too bad we're not a couple :( you sent back... Klitz wrinkled his eyebrows together when he read that, not really sure what you meant. Did you mean like, too bad we can't be a couple because we're such good friends? Or were you just kidding? He read it a thousand times in four seconds, trying to figure it out, until you sent in one more text.

yet ;)

Oh, that’s it— right there! Harder! Fuck me harder!

His hand was a blur over his cock, his eyes shut tight, his whole body covered in a thin layer of sweat and starting to get pins and needles. He was so close, so fucking close, and the image of you was right there in his mind— you wore his favorite skirt of yours today, the tight one that showed a glimpse of your thighs when you crossed your legs. Right now, he was busy imagining that skirt rolled up to your waist as you bounced on top of him, head tossed back in a cry of pleasure. While his free hand clutched at his sheets, he was thinking about both his hands running up your legs to grab your hips, moving you just how he wanted.

“M’gonna come,” he warned with a gasp, bucking up into his own hand.

Yes, Klitz, he heard your voice in his head, I want you to come— come for me, baby, come inside me—

“Ohhhhhh my god,” he choked, whimpering slightly as the pleasure hit him suddenly and sharply, right in his gut; he slowed his movements down as he came, sticky spend coating his length as he panted like he’d just run a marathon. His face was hot as hell and probably beet red, but it always got like that when he came hard thinking of you and felt that guilt sink in a second later.

He was so sure you’d freak out if you knew he did this… you’d think he was such a creep, and really, you’d be right. You’d stop being his friend, you’d stop hugging him, you’d stop talking to him— you’d definitely stop sending him cute texts and joking about how it’s too bad we aren’t a couple.

Groaning, he covered his face with his arm. Why did you have to say stuff like that, were you just trying to drive him crazy? You were doing it more lately, and he kept laughing it off awkwardly every time you did it— what else could he do? But those texts, he hadn’t stopped thinking about them since you sent them two days ago; well, he hadn’t stopped thinking about them until he saw you in that skirt today. And then he was only thinking about that until just now.

Right at that moment, his cellphone rang. Of course it was you; just his luck. He cleared his throat, guilt swelling in his chest, and grabbed the phone to flip it open and answer. Unfortunately, he didn’t make it very far into that plan when he noticed his hand was still covered in come and he’d smeared it onto his phone, now, too. Grimacing, he pulled away and found a tissue box by his bed (like any prepared high school boy would have) to start wiping it all up. Just before it would’ve gone to voicemail, he got enough of it cleaned up to answer while he quickly tried to clean the rest from his lap.

“H-hey,” he greeted thinly.

“What took you so long to answer?” you wondered.

“I was in the backyard, sorry,” he bluffed.

“Oh, well, have you finished the term paper yet?” you asked.

Yes. “No.”

“Great! I thought maybe you could come over and we could work on it together?” you suggested. “I’m just, like, totally stumped on how to write a good conclusion paragraph.”

“I’ll come over right away,” he offered, “i-if that’s okay…”

“Yeah, totally,” you hummed happily.

He loved being able to walk to your house. It could be a bit of a nuisance in the middle of the night when he was randomly compelled to run over and throw rocks at your window and tell you everything; it could also be a nuisance when you came to his room, sneaking in through the window looking for some trouble to get into. But overall, he enjoyed having you so close, just across the neighborhood, and it made studying together like this really easy.

When his cell started ringing in his pocket, halfway into his walk, he pulled it out to see it was Eli calling.

“What’s up?” Klitz asked when he answered, still walking as he talked.

“Wanna come over?” Eli asked. “I got this great new tape I’ve been meaning to show you.”

“I can’t, I—” Klitz began, darting his gaze around his view of the neighborhood and hoping to come up with a good excuse by the end of his sentence.

“You’re going to her house again, aren’t you?” Eli sighed.

“Yeah,” Klitz admitted.

“I thought you said you were gonna stop doing that so much until you got over her," Eli recalled.

"That was the plan, but then…" Klitz trailed off.

"Then?"

"Then she asked me to come over," Klitz groaned, hearing Eli's exasperated cry from the other end of the line.

"Dude, seriously," Eli scoffed, "you've gotta stop being such a simp!"

"I'm not a simp, she's my best friend," Klitz insisted.

"No, I'm your best friend, she's the girl you've been in love with since we were freshmen and still don't make a move on," Eli corrected.

"I can't just make a move! You know I have no chance with a girl like that— I wouldn't even know how to make a move, I don't have any moves."

"Either get over her or get under her, man, but I can't listen to you whine about this anymore," Eli decided. "She's kinda slutty, isn't she? Why don't you just ask if she'll sleep with you?"

Klitz swallowed thickly. Yes, you had a bit of a reputation. He didn't mind that; he didn't like that people spread rumors about you, but he wasn't surprised by it anymore either. He knew that you acted like you were fine with that attention, even wanted it, but that you'd really gotten your feelings hurt a few times. And, he knew that if he asked you to have sex with him, assuming he had a chance solely because you were known to put out, you'd hate him because you were just like all the guys who used you and tossed you away. He wanted so much more than just your body, if he didn't he wouldn't have stayed your friend so long.

He remembered when you hooked up with Tate Winters because he said he broke up with his girlfriend, only to discover it was a lie when his not-ex wrote SKANK on your locker in permanent marker. The school janitor tried to clean it for hours, which only brought more attention until he finally gave up and just painted over it— and then nobody could forget it happened until the "wet paint" signs were gone. And as if that weren't enough, apparently Tate's best idea to get back on his girl's good side was to tell the whole school you had a loose pussy and secretly stuffed your bra. You tried to laugh it all off at school but when you and Klitz were alone, you cried for hours. He held you until the shoulder of his t-shirt was totally soaked and you just fell asleep.

"She's not a slut," Klitz corrected Eli firmly.

"Well, I don't know what else you call it when a girl gives it away more than the fuckin' Salvation Army," Eli joked.

"She's… a little adventurous," Klitz conceded, glancing at the house he was walking by and noticing the garden had a new ceramic gnome, "but that doesn't mean she wants anything to do with me."

"You won't know until you try," Eli pointed out. "Just wait until she does something stupidly-hot— which you know she will at some point because she's always doing that kind of stuff—"

That, he did know.

"And then just let her know you're down to clown!" Eli finished, like it was an obvious sort of solution. "I mean, if she sleeps with all those guys—"

"She does, that's exactly my problem," Klitz replied. "She's got all this experience and I'm a virgin. She likes guys who actually know what they're doing."

"Tell her you wanna learn from the best," Eli suggested.

"That's weird," Klitz frowned.

"Tell her you have a terminal disease and your dying wish is for some pussy," Eli offered instead.

"That's so much worse," Klitz shuddered.

"Whatever— honestly, it's really your own fault now," Eli scolded. "She's not just gonna fall in your lap, Klitzy, you gotta go for it."

"Hm, I think I'll just keep doing nothing and die alone, but thanks," Klitz decided.

"Okay," Eli sighed defeatedly, "but I'm telling everyone at your funeral that you had a chance not to be a virgin forever but you were too afraid to do anything about it."

"Appreciated," Klitz grumbled, hanging up just as Eli started to warn him that you would probably bring a super hot new boyfriend of yours to his funeral. It was just in time, too, because Klitz was just then turning off of the sidewalk to make his way up the path over your front yard right to your house.

Still holding onto his backpack’s strap on his shoulder with one hand, he leaned forward and knocked on your door which opened a second later.

“Oh, hi there, Timothy!” your mom greeted him with a smile.

“Hey, Mrs. S,” he nodded in return, suddenly noticing she was wearing a nice dress and jewelry. “You… look lovely, is it a special occasion?” he asked, afraid it would come across too forward, but she laughed in a flattered sort of way and he was relieved.

“You’re such a sweetheart— we’re just going out to dinner,” she explained, the other half of the ‘we’ already obvious before your dad showed up beside her. “Honey, Timothy’s coming over to work on that term paper she mentioned—” she began to inform him.

“Riiiight,” your dad nodded as he recalled something you must have said to them. “Good to see you, Tim,” he offered even though nobody called Klitz ‘Tim’, and when he extended his hand for a shake, Klitz almost reached out but suddenly hesitated. He’d only had time for a Kleenex wipedown, not a real wash with soap and water, since he’d busted all over that hand thinking about this man’s daughter. But he wasn’t sure he could get out of it, and so, with a suppressed cringe, he shook your father’s hand with as much enthusiasm as he could feign. Kill me kill me kill me—

“Come on in!” your mom offered, stepping aside for him to enter the foyer, which he did. “She’s upstairs. Help yourselves to snacks if you need anything.”

“Thanks,” he nodded to her as they started to step out the door. “Enjoy your dinner!” he offered with a wave.

“Such a polite young man…” he heard your mom’s voice trailing off just before the door shut on its own; Klitz sighed. Your parents liked him, which would be a boost to his chances to date a lot of girls— but not you, the chronic rebel. For the most part, you were well-behaved as far as teenage daughters go: he’d never seen you get wasted at any parties and you got good grades and everything, it was just all the guys you dated… he figured your parents must not know about most of them or they’d be a lot stricter with you. Wouldn’t any good, old-fashioned suburban parents freak out if they knew their daughter had gone out five times with a guy who inexplicably has had tattoos since sophomore year— or if they heard that rumor (which he happened to know was true) that you and Jake the quarterback had hooked up in his dad’s truck?

Bounding up the stairs, Klitz navigated to your room where he found you laying on your bed, on your stomach with your head propped on your hands and your feet kicked up and swinging slowly. Eli had shown Klitz some foot fetish porn once, at which point Klitz had sworn he did not have a thing for feet— which was true, except that the day after that he’d noticed you were wearing platform flip-flops and had your toes painted with a flower shape on them and there was a silver bracelet around your ankle (you informed him sternly when he mentioned it that it was an ‘anklet’ not a bracelet) with a sun charm and, well, he still didn’t think feet were actively sexy, but if anyone had sexy feet, it was you. And there they were, lackadaisically swaying in the air— your toes were painted today, too, and instead of an anklet you had a toe ring on, and he could help but imagine what it would be like if you ran your foot up his leg—

When you noticed him in the doorway, you smiled up at him and slid shut the magazine you were reading. “Hey,” you beamed.

“I thought you were working on your paper,” he remembered with a frown.

“I decided to wait for you to get here,” you laughed as you sat up on your bed. “And, you know, I was checking to see if this Seventeen issue was going to give me any inspiration to write about the War of 1812.”

Klitz just smiled and rolled his eyes, sitting down next to you on your bed at exactly the moment you suddenly stood up.

“Ugh, you know that thing where you can go all day acting fine and then suddenly the tag on your shirt is trying to kill you?” you sighed, and Klitz nodded in agreement. You were more sensitive to that kind of stuff than he was, but he get what you meant. “Anyways, point is, I’ve been wearing this stupid top all day and I can’t focus.”

“Okay,” he mumbled; he liked that top, it was tight enough to show off your figure but not so tight that he’d be tempted to get jealous. Best of all, it had words written in sparkly lettering across the chest, which gave him a socially-acceptable reason to look at your boobs for three seconds when he first saw you at school this morning.

“I’m gonna get into something more comfortable, m’kay?” you explained, but he didn’t understand that you meant literally right here and now until you started to lift your shirt. He looked down with wide eyes, swallowing thickly as he saw your tanktop land on the floor… and then your bra right beside it. Jesus fucking Christ.

He stared at the floor so intensely that he felt like he was about to burn a hole all the way into the living room below. He couldn’t stand it when you did stuff like this— well, he loved it, but he hated it, too. You were right there topless and if he had a bit more courage and a bit less respect for you he could just look up and see you. But even just knowing that you were stripping in front of him made his cock twitch, so he wouldn’t be able to keep his cool if he actually saw anything.

You walked to your closet and rifled through some things, apparently settling on something because he could hear you pop it off the hanger and slip it on over your head. He didn’t look at you until he was absolutely sure it was safe, which was when you plopped down next to him and made the mattress bounce a little. It was a forest green hoodie, with yellow letters across the chest: YALE.

“H-hey,” he choked, “isn’t that mine?”

“It was,” you grinned cheekily. You were wearing his clothes, you were wearing his clothes, this was like his biggest dream and worst nightmare coming true at once. He knew this image was going to burn in his mind and he was already looking forward to his next chance to jerk off to the thought of it; it was like every domestic fantasy coming true, his dream girl in his hoodie—

“I thought I lost that,” he laughed nervously.

“You did, and I found it,” you shrugged. “I meant to tell you that you left it here but, then I forgot… and I’ve been wearing it as pajamas.”

You were sleeping in his hoodie. You were, like, 90% of the way to being his girlfriend at this point, except for all the key parts such as liking him back and kissing him and letting him take you on dates and stuff. Maybe he should just be happy with this— after all, somewhere out there are plenty of guys wishing you were wearing their hoodies right now and not Klitz’s, right? Actually, probably half the guys at school would kill to be here right now, in your bedroom, on your bed, watching you cover your hands with the ends of the sleeves.

Difference is, some of those guys actually have a chance with you.

“You’re not, uh, dating that insanely ripped dude anymore, right?” Klitz stammered out.

“Who— Frank? God no, he was a creep,” you rolled your eyes, “which, like, yeah, I kinda knew going into it, but I guess I thought he’d lighten up a bit. But he was so rude and like, pressuring me and stuff…”

Klitz tried not to react to hearing that, but he hated to imagine it so much.

“I mean, I’m no virgin,” you scoffed, “not since the summer before junior year, but like, back off, you know? He was always bitching that we couldn’t do it at my place.”

“You couldn’t?” he realized, a little relieved that he wasn’t sitting on the bed where you and Frank might’ve banged.

“I’m not allowed to have guys in my room,” you explained.

“Uh, I come over all the time,” Klitz noticed, “your dad literally just let me in here.”

“Oh, you don’t count,” you mentioned in passing, and Klitz sighed in defeat; he was such a non-threat that your parents basically forgot he was male. How comforting. “Anyways, I dumped him because he was annoying and dumber than a box of rocks.”

“Those seem like good reasons,” he mumbled, not really sure what to say. If he sounded too congratulatory, he might seem creepy himself, so he wanted to stay semi-neutral.

“I think the next guy I date has gotta be smart,” you decided suddenly. “Like, not necessarily an intellectual, definitely not condescending about it, but smart. And nice.”

Smart and nice— would you also be willing to accept scrawny and pathetic with permanently sweaty palms?

“And no more guys who go to the gym five times a week, I don't care what anyone says, that's not indicative of sanity," you added.

Wow, I can only bench forty-five pounds, guess I'm your dream guy! If only I wasn't so… me.

"Anyways!" you chuckled, exhaling with a hint of exasperation. "This paper… where do we start?"

"Well, what do you have so far?" he asked, and you pulled your paper up to read aloud.

You cleared your throat before you read dramatically: "In 1812, the War of 1812 began."

This is gonna be a long night…

He was pretty sure he blacked out for a second when you hugged him that tight. He laughed nervously when you pulled back, still resting your hands on his shoulders. “Yay!” you smiled wide. “Oh my gosh, I can’t believe I finished the paper this early! Thanks, Klitzy.”

“Oh, sure,” he shrugged, and you took your hands away even though he wasn’t done memorizing the way they felt yet.

“And it’s only 8:30,” you noticed as you glanced at the clock, “my parents probably won’t be back until 10. Wanna stay longer and, like, hang out? Ooh, we could put on a movie,” you suggested. “We’ve got popcorn and stuff.”

Sometimes you put your head on his shoulder when you watched movies together. “Sure,” he agreed quickly. “What should we watch?”

“How about you go microwave the popcorn and I’ll pick something out,” you decided, and Klitz gave you a thumbs-up in approval of your strategy.

A couple minutes later, Klitz was in the kitchen watching the bag rotate and inflate inside its little food prison, while you were on your knees going through your dad’s movie collection. You’d shown him where to find a bowl for the popcorn when it was ready, and he carefully pinched the bag by the edges to open it and start dumping it out into the plastic container.

When he carried the bowl back into the living room, now full of nutritionless high-sodium deliciousness, he found you bent over to push the tape into the player. Clearing his throat, he let himself only glance for a second, except that when he got to the couch to sit down, your ass was literally at eye-level directly in front of him. You were still wearing that skirt, too, and it was riding up as you bent over to show the back of your thighs; lord have mercy…

When the movie started to play, you grabbed the remote and hopped next to him, sitting just a little too close to him in the most painfully perfect way.

It was a scary movie, he could tell by the music even though it had just started. He just hoped he didn’t humiliate himself by screaming like a girl or something. He reached for a handful of popcorn at the same time that you did, and your fingers brushed against his inside the bowl. Jesus, was he really this sensitive that that would turn him on? At least the bowl in his lap would hide anything—

“Stop hogging it!” you giggled as you pulled the bowl away, but you yanked too hard and some of the popcorn spilled out onto his lap. “Oh, fuck, sorry…”

You started to brush the popcorn away, running your hands all over his pants as he sat there frozen. Do not move a fucking muscle Klitz, he commanded himself internally. Wow, your hands on his thighs felt amazing; he had to fight not to shudder visibly.

“Gosh, I’m kind of a hot mess tonight,” you sighed, “at least popcorn doesn’t stain.”

Grabbing a final remaining white puff from right on top of his fly, you gingerly popped it into your mouth and smiled.

She’s eating your dick corn, man, go for it! the voice of Eli appeared independently in his head.

Ew, what? his own internal voice replied.

As the movie went on and the popcorn bowl was depleted and discarded, he managed to mostly pay attention and not get too distracted by how pretty you looked lit only by the dim blue glow. The movie itself was pretty boring, not too scary, but it did have some gory parts that made him cringe as you covered your eyes. However, over time, both of you were drawn into the suspense— the shadows, the tense music, the promise that the killer was lurking just behind the corner— and when he jumped out of nowhere brandishing a chainsaw, you both jumped a bit and then laughed at each other.

“You’re not scared, are you?” you asked.

“No,” he assured. “It’s creepy, I guess, but not like… scary.”

“Ooh, you’re so tough,” you teased with a poke to his ribs, and he moved away with a laugh.

“Stop,” he whined softly, laughing harder when you poked him again. “You know how ticklish I am, don’t mess with me!”

“Knowing how ticklish you are is exactly why I wanna mess with you,” you explained, poking him repeatedly on the shoulder.

“Yeah? Well, I know how ticklish you are, too,” he warned you, “and I’m stronger than you, so, you might not wanna start something you can’t finish.”

“Is that a threat?” you raised an eyebrow, reaching for his ribs again, but he grabbed your wrists and started to tickle your legs first. You cried out in delight and tried to fight back, but the more you laughed the easier it was to pin you down and dig his fingers into your ribs or stomach. “Stop, stop!” you begged through laughter so hard it brought you to tears, and he finally relented— he knew from experience that you would not hesitate to kick him anywhere you could reach to get him to stop.

There was a second right after he stopped, and right as your smile started to fall, that he realized how… sexy this whole thing was. Maybe it was just because it was you: your inherent hotness could make anything sexy, you could probably scrub a toilet sensually if you needed to. Still, a guy on top of a girl while her parents aren’t home, a movie on the TV, tickling each other… any other guy and girl at school and it would probably end differently. But, he knew you and he knew himself and he knew how this story was going to end: a chaste hug goodbye, a scream into his pillow, and his dick in his fist while he whispered your name.

He awkwardly maneuvered away from you, and you sat up straight again just to scoot closer one more time. It was peaceful again, for a while— he kept imagining putting his arm around your shoulders, but other than that it was fine— until another jumpscare on screen shocked you both.

You yelped and buried your face in his chest; he willed his heart not to beat faster, in case you could hear it, but it didn’t work… even he could hear his own heartbeat now, it was throbbing in his ears as you cuddled up into him and clutched at his shirt.

He couldn’t understand why you did this stuff— was it just a joke to you, hunting for sport? It seemed like you knew he had a crush on you, Eli had probably given it away with his aggressive attempts to wingman, and now you were, what, toying with him?

“Protect me,” you whimpered, and he knew then that you were fucking with him, and after three years he decided he’d just about had enough. Frustrated, he grabbed the remote and paused the movie, standing up briskly to force you to peel off of him. “What’s wrong?” you asked from behind him on the couch, and he just sighed.

“I— maybe I should go,” he said suddenly. “I have to work on my paper, too, you know.”

You stood up then, standing next to him, looking right at him. You looked so hurt. This was why he never stood up to you, because he hated seeing you upset— and knowing he’d hurt your feelings made his heart break. But at a certain point, he needed to defend himself. “Klitz, seriously, don’t go,” you breathed, “it’s dark and I’m gonna be all freaked out after watching that movie, you can’t leave me alone—”

“Are you making fun of me?” he blurted out, turning away.

“What?” you pressed. “Klitz, I don’t—”

“Can you just stop?” he winced. “I get it, I’m not like the guys you go out with, you don’t have to… rub it in. And you don’t have to make me feel stupid for having a crush on you.”

“Wait, hold on,” you interrupted, grabbing his shoulder and turning him to face you, “start over. You do have a crush on me?”

“Yeah!” he yelped. “Obviously!”

“I didn’t think I was your type,” you explained.

“My type? You know you’re gorgeous,” he stated plainly, “everybody knows.”

“Oh,” you smiled shyly, “that’s… not true, but it’s sweet.”

Klitz waited for a second, not sure what to say; you weren’t rolling your eyes and telling him to get over it, I was just being funny— you weren’t apologizing and admitting you went too far, either.

“Eli said some stuff before, it made me wonder if you really liked me or if you were just being nice,” you admitted. “And then we went to the beach together and… well, you looked really cute in your trunks…”

He blinked at you, speechless, and waited for this to all start making sense. You clearly meant cute like a puppy or baby— girls had called him that before, and he knew it wasn’t really a compliment when they said it like that, it was demeaning. How could his ‘cute’ compete with your beautiful?

“And honestly I’ve been into you for ages but I didn’t want to say anything,” you rushed, covering your face with your hands like you were embarrassed to say it. “God, I mean, we’ve been friends so long and I just didn’t want to mess anything up if you didn’t feel the same way—”

“Is this… huh?” Klitz asked in a mumble.

“Klitz,” you sighed, dropping your hands and stepping closer, looking up at him. “I like you,” you explained, “like… you know, not just in the normal friend way. Wow— sorry, I’m really not good at this, usually guys ask me out so I don’t have to do the whole love-confession thing.”

He gave you a wide-eyed look, and you seemed to realize what you’d said.

“N-not that I’m in love with you!” you rushed. “I mean, I’m not saying that I’m not— I’m just not saying that I am. Because that would be an insane thing to say— damn it, Klitz! I was trying to make it obvious so I wouldn’t have to say all this and you still ignored me!”

“What do you mean, ‘make it obvious’?” he repeated.

“Like, changing in front of you and putting on a scary movie and suggesting we go to the beach just so I can wear a bikini I bought because I thought you might like it—” you enumerated.

“I just thought you were teasing me,” he coughed; why was it so hot imagining you trying on bathing suits, looking at yourself in the mirror and wondering if he’d think you looked good? You could’ve worn a trash bag and he would have thought you looked amazing, but the bikini was still a nice touch.

“Klitz, that’s flirting, I was flirting,” you clarified with a frown. “You were so immune I thought you were just trying to let me down easy.”

“I’m not immune,” he admitted, “I’m just… incredibly stupid.”

“No, you’re not,” you insisted, stepping closer again and grabbing his shirt, tugging until he looked at you sheepishly. “Klitz, you’re super smart, and funny and sweet, and you’re so good to me— I just didn’t want to lose what we have, you’re my best friend. But I’ve been, uh, kind of thinking about you all the time for a while now. And I really wanna kiss you right now.”

Finally getting over himself for a few seconds, he grabbed your face and kissed you first. You tasted like lip gloss and minty gum, and when he took a deep breath in and kissed you harder, he could smell your shampoo. Best of all, he felt you smile against his lips; he hadn’t kissed a girl since 9th grade and she had braces and smelled like zit cream— not that he could really blame her for that, everybody looks awkward in 9th grade— but that had been pretty underwhelming and this was everything he imagined kissing was supposed to be. You melted a little and leaned your head back, opening your mouth wider: did you want him to put his tongue in your mouth? He hoped so, because that was what he was going to do— slowly at first, until you nodded slightly and he really went for it. He wasn’t sure how to be good at this, so he tried to not do anything too adventurous so he’d at least lower the risk of being actively bad at it.

You were really good at this, though; so good he was trying not to have too strong of a reaction… but it was tricky when you wrapped your arms around him and pulled him closer, humming contentedly into the kiss. Were you always like this? He knew you’d dated quite a few guys, he’d had the privileged honor to see you make out with a few of them when they were particularly obnoxious and had to show you off in the middle of the cafeteria. Then again, he’d do the same if he could. If he was currently capable of remembering anyone else in the world even existed right now, he would happily kiss you in front of all of them.

Tugging him back with you, you pulled him onto the couch as the kiss went from demure to desperate in seconds; the feeling of his weight pressing your body into the sofa cushions was already incredible, and then your arms wrapped around him and your hands started to slide up his back and it was like you were in complete control of his body. He didn’t mean to moan your name but it just slipped out, he was trying not to get hard but it was impossible to avoid, and he couldn’t even stop himself from moving his hands lower to rub your legs.

Speaking of your legs, they spread when he touched them, slowly and sensually exactly like he’d dreamed it. Groaning lowly, he slid his hands up higher to where that skirt was wrapped around your thighs and ventured far enough to push it up slightly.

“I want you,” you whispered, and it was so incredible that it jarred him out of his trance; he pulled back and looked down at you, his best friend laying there beneath him on the couch, just waiting for him to take you…

“Hold on,” he shook his head, “I— I don’t think we should do it like this.”

“Huh?” you sighed, sounding a little hurt.

“No— I mean, I… I want to,” he assured, feeling his face heat up a bit as you stared up at him, “I just— I wanna, like, take you out and stuff. Like, we can go to dinner, or catch a movie— we can go to that drive-in you wanted to check out—”

“Fuck that,” you grumbled as you roughly pulled him down into another kiss, needy and sloppy with your fingers tangling into his hair.

He whimpered when your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer until he couldn’t hide that he was hard anymore; it was grinding up against you, and you moaned at the feeling— and Klitz realized that this might be the first time in his life he was supposed to have a boner.

“We’ve been waiting way too long to do this,” you explained as you broke the kiss to start tugging his shirt up over his head. “I can’t wait until after a date, I need you right now— please?”

You were actually asking him, like he was doing you a favor; stunned, he simply nodded and finished taking his shirt off before he kissed you again. When you broke the kiss again, he was only disappointed for as long as it took him to realize you were lifting that hoodie of his up— he hoped his face wasn’t as idiotic and dumbfounded as it probably was while he stared at your boobs, buuuuut he didn’t really have the brain power to care. You were struggling slightly to get it off while still laying down on the couch; maybe it would’ve been smoother if he tried to take your top off for you, but it was so sexy watching you do it— you wanted him to see you, you were undressing just for him. It was so perfect that it was probably just a dream but he didn’t mind as long as he didn’t wake up.

“You can touch me,” you whispered as you tossed the balled-up hoodie away, and he certainly didn’t need to be told twice. With a small gasp at how genuinely perfect you were, he grabbed your tits— as gentle as he could manage, of course— and bit his lip while he kneaded them in his palms. You moaned softly, closing your eyes, and he took a second to study your face before focusing his eyes again on your gorgeous chest.

He remembered a few times that your nipples had gotten hard enough to poke through your shirt— at school, at late-night study sessions when you were already in your pajamas, or at the beach when the cool breeze blew and that little bikini did nothing for you— and he’d imagined what they might look like based on their silhouette through fabric. They were better than he could’ve thought, and they were getting harder between his fingertips. Unable to resist, he bent down and captured one in his mouth, hearing you moan louder as he swirled his tongue around it. How could your skin taste so good? Did you use frosting as lotion or something? Wow, that was an oddly erotic mental image…

Moving across your chest to the other nipple, he suckled harder until he heard you gasp out his name. That had to mean he was doing something right, right? It was certainly encouraging, and made his cock throb inside his pants.

Licking a long stripe up your chest to your neck, he heard you giggle and felt your fingers tug lightly on his hair. “Klitzy, fuck,” you sighed, “you’re— you’re not how I thought you’d be…”

“Really?” he hummed against your skin, loving the way you writhed under him when he kissed just under your ear, or right where your neck met your shoulder. He would be so content spending the rest of his life memorizing your body to find those spots that made you moan and whimper.

“Yeah, I— I thought you’d be shy, but you’re so…” you trailed off with a wistful sigh. “I mean, you’re really sweet, but you’re driving me fucking crazy, too.”

He sat up a bit so he could look down at your face. “In a good way, right?” he hoped.

“Yeah, in a good way,” you smiled, grabbing one of his hands and moving it down your body. “I want you to touch me,” you explained, spreading your legs even more beneath him as you moved his hand up your skirt, “I want you to feel what you do to me.”

Panting like he’d just run a marathon even though he’d just been laying on your couch all night, he kept his eyes trained on your face as his fingers slipped into your panties and explored the silky-smooth folds of your pussy.

“Oh, you’re… you’re really wet,” he noticed, and you smiled wide. How can it feel this good just to touch it?

“Mhm,” you agreed, biting your lip. “I always get like that when I’m with you.”

“Fuck, really?” he choked, and you nodded. “Oh, wow… I wish I’d known that. Actually— maybe it’s better that I didn’t. I would’ve lost my mind.”

You were so warm that he was losing his mind anyways— he couldn’t even imagine how you would feel around his cock, even though his brain really wanted him to try. Were you really about to go all the way, tonight? It was sudden, in a sense, but then again he’d been quietly in love with you for years, so… maybe it was actually kind of slow.

He made an embarrassingly high-pitched noise when your hand suddenly slipped down to rub on the bulge in his pants.

“Oh, fuck,” he groaned, losing his focus on touching you and needing to grip your thigh just to stabilize himself.

“I knew you’d be big,” you mumbled to yourself as you started to open his button and then unzip his fly. His dick was fighting to bust right out of his briefs, and you reached down to hold his balls in your palm through the fabric; a massive shiver ran up his spine when you gently dragged your nails all the way up from there to the very tip of his cock, and he couldn’t stop himself from shakily whispering your name.

Looking much too proud of yourself, you sat up a bit and started to pull his pants and underwear down until his cock bounced freely and proudly— Klitz himself was less proud, not necessarily embarrassed but definitely a little overwhelmed at the feeling of your eyes on him. He realized that no one else had really seen him naked, and thankfully no one had seen his erection before (though he’d had a few close calls while jerking off due to parents allergic to knocking first). It was mildly terrifying, but he was soothed to say the least when you bit your lip at the sight and looked up at him with wide eyes. You looked impressed, and he decided he would remember this moment anytime his confidence ever faltered: he had no reason to doubt himself ever again because there’s a massively hot girl looking directly at his cock and staring up at him like she’s seen something incredible.

“Jesus, Klitz, what were you doing hiding this monster from me all this time?” you smirked.

“I-is it really that big?” he wondered, sure you were just flattering him.

“Of course it is,” you insisted.

“I mean, I’ve seen porn and stuff— it seemed kinda… normal to me,” he shrugged.

You laughed out loud, and he felt his cheeks warm up a little more as he wondered what he’d said wrong. “Klitz, ‘normal’ for porn is absurd for real life,” you explained. “I mean, the women in those movies, are their tits ‘normal’, or are they huge?”

“They’re definitely bigger than most— ohhhh,” Klitz nodded as he realized what he’d somehow failed to put together. Porn was his only exposure to other dude’s dicks, so how was he supposed to know?

“You really thought this was average?” you chuckled, squeezing his shaft just enough to make his balls tighten up. “Baby, you’re hung.”

He couldn’t help but beam proudly at that. “Oh… really?”

You smiled back at him with a nod, starting to stroke him slowly. Your hand was so soft, your fingers so nimble and delicate, and the way you stroked his cock was much too slow but just right to keep him desperate and needy.

“Oh god,” he sighed as he started to rock into your hand, shutting his eyes tight and hearing you giggle a bit.

“How does that feel?” you asked gently.

“It feels so much better,” he blurted out, under his breath.

“Better than what?”

“Better than when I do it to myself,” he continued with a tilted smile. “Which is impressive considering I have… a lot of experience.”

“How often do you jerk off, Klitz?” you wondered coyly, and he knew he had no shot to lie to you with you looking him right in the eye like that.

“I don’t know,” he stalled for a moment, “maybe twice a day? Sometimes more…”

You hummed, leaving it sort of ambiguous if you thought that was disturbingly high or not, but he was in no position to backtrack and pretend it was less while you had his dick in your hand. You lightly ran your fingers up the length of his cock and back down again, teasing him until he struggled not to whimper aloud. “Do you ever think about me?” you asked, almost sounding shy— like you were afraid he would say no. What the fuck else would he think about?!

“Always,” he choked out, voice wavering when you twisted your hand right as it moved over the tip of his cock— there was precum running down already, smoothing your movements and making everything all sticky and slick.

“Fuck, that’s so hot,” you sighed.

“You don’t think it’s creepy?” he pressed.

“No, I mean, I couldn’t judge,” you shrugged. “I do it too.”

He blinked quickly. “You do?!”

“Yeah,” you breathed. “I lay in my bed at night, I spread my legs, I smell that hoodie I stole from your lock— I mean, that you left in my room…”

You were still stroking him slowly and carefully, but with you talking like that he honestly thought he could come right now— but if he did, it would spray all over your face and chest, which should’ve been a deterrent but somehow just made it even more tempting.

“I imagine how you would sound when I put your cock in my mouth,” you continued. “I fuck myself with the end of a hairbrush, just to feel full—”

“I-I don’t know if I can take this,” he stammered.

“Get down here, stud,” you giggled as you laid back on the couch again, grabbing his arm to pull him down on top of you. You kissed him again, and he delighted in the feeling of his bare chest against yours— and then moaned when he felt his cock press up against your pussy, sliding over the slick lips when he involuntarily rocked his hips.

“Can I…?” he asked, trailing off.

“Can you… what?” you teased, and he tried to ignore his repressed upbringing for a second to not be embarrassed to say it.

“Can I make love to you?” he whispered, and you smiled wide.

“Oh,” you sighed bashfully, “I thought you were gonna ask if you can fuck me.”

“I mean,” he choked, “that too— I guess…”

You nodded; he wouldn’t have asked if he didn’t think the odds were better than not that you would say yes, but he still breathed shakily in response. Reaching down between your bodies, he grabbed himself at the base to guide towards your hole— one of the benefits of having seen some porn before this was actually having a pretty decent idea of where everything was. He shivered as he pressed his cock up to your opening, shutting his eyes for a second to compose himself.

“Are you, uh… are you sure?” he whispered.

“Yeah,” you nodded, “are you?”

“Definitely,” he promised. “I just sort of can’t believe this is really happening…”

“Me either,” you smiled, “in a good way.”

“You… know I’ve never…” he began, but you nodded again.

“I know,” you whispered, “I wanna be your first— if you don’t mind.”

“N-no, not at all,” he replied, “this— this is all I ever wanted…”

And there it was, right in front of him: one little push of his hips forward and he was going to be inside you. What if it wasn’t all it was cracked up to be, what if sex is actually pretty lame? What if the moment he does it, he suddenly realizes he’s actually gay— is that how that works? What if he screws it up and you never talk to him again? What if he’s patient zero for some terrible STD you can only get from virgins, what if your pill suddenly stops working and you get pregnant, what if—?

“Hey,” you whispered, reaching up and resting your hand on his cheek; it soothed him, and he sighed as he looked down at you and forgot every anxious thought in his head. “You okay?”

“Never better,” he promised, and maybe the timing was kinda wacky but he finally did it: he held your hips tight as he pushed into you, immediately feeling the wind knocked out of him. You were… tight, and warm, so warm— and smooth, but also sort of not considering the ridges of your walls that created this addictive friction on his cock…

You were perfect, in short. And as he pressed his hips up to yours, he knew for certain that this wasn’t a dream or a coma fantasy or a Total Recall-type situation— this was real. Nothing had ever been this real before.

“Oh my god,” you sighed, head dropping back on the couch. “Fuck, Klitzy— you’re so big…”

He couldn’t stop himself from starting to move already, even though he heard you hiss in a breath like you were still getting used to it. It was just too good and his body was running on instinct now, something primal and natural and slightly delusional.

You moaned again, louder, and held his shoulders tightly. “You feel so good,” you whispered.

“You do too,” he managed to find the brainpower to whisper back. He heard you whimper when he moved a little faster, already chasing this high that felt so incredibly in reach and he just knew it would be perfect— he couldn’t slow down, he’d never needed something like he needed this. “Are you okay?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you nodded, “yeah, oh god, don’t stop— you’re just the biggest I’ve ever—”

His cock throbbed before you even finished your sentence. “D-don’t talk like that,” he hissed, “I don’t think I’m gonna be able to last—”

“It doesn’t matter,” you promised, “just come, fuck, I wanna feel your come in me, Klitz.”

And that was how Klitz lost his virginity to you and came in literally eight seconds. As his face burned incredibly hot at the realization that he’d blown his load in less time than it takes to flip a pancake, he sighed and dropped his head onto your shoulder.

“I’m sorry,” he blurted out instantly, “fuck, I— I didn’t mean to—”

“Shh,” you breathed, “hey, it’s fine— it’s… really hot, actually.”

“Shut up,” he groaned.

“No, really!” you insisted. “It’s sexy, Klitz— fuck, you’re so sexy…”

Okay, at this point his prevailing theory was that he’d encountered a genie some time today, who granted his wish to transport him to an alternate reality where his gorgeous best friend suddenly thinks he’s super hot, but also erased his memory of making the wish in the first place. Except, if he’d done that, he would’ve also wished to be a sex god who made you come so hard you gained mild omniscience during your dozen consecutive orgasms— and instead he was just a two-pump chump who couldn’t even return the favor after you made him feel so incredible. So he was back to square one again.

“Hey,” you said again, softly, lifting his face so he would be forced to look down at you. He stared into your eyes, and he felt you in his arms, and he was still inside you— and he wondered if anything could ever be this perfect again. “It’s really okay,” you promised, “you’ll last longer next time.”

“There’s gonna be a next time?” he realized, and you nodded happily.

“I mean, I hope so,” you smiled. “If you want to…”

“But I was bad at it,” he pointed out.

“Sex is like literally everything else— you get better with practice,” you explained. “And I think we’re gonna have to practice a lot… you know, just to really get super good at it.”

He just couldn’t help himself; “Wouldyoumaybewannabemygirlfriendorsomething?” he rushed out.

“Huh?”

“Um,” he cleared his throat, “I was just asking if you might want to be my girlfriend. A-and I could be your boyfriend.” He added the last part just in case you were about to suggest that some other guy could be your boyfriend instead— not that you would do that, but Klitz wanted to be really really sure. You smiled up at him and his heart was like putty in your hands.

“I’d love to,” you beamed. “Actually, I kinda thought I already was… what, with you coming in me and everything…”

“Y-yeah, there’s that,” he mumbled, smiling nervously.

He turned his head when he heard a noise outside, it was hard to describe— sort of crackly like TV static? He figured out what it must be when he saw your eyes go wide in shock: an electric car on a gravel driveway. Specifically, your dad's electric car on your house's gravel driveway.

"Fuck!" you yelped, both of you dashing to get off of each other and find your discarded clothes. Klitz was trying to get his mostly-still-hard dick back into his pants, which was a bit of a struggle, while you rolled your skirt back down and tried to turn the hoodie right-side out again.

He was still looking for his shirt— why did he have to toss it away so dramatically, was he going for distance or something? — when he heard a key in the door and thought his heart might fall out of his ass.

You found the shirt just in time and tossed it at him unceremoniously, giving him just enough time to navigate which limb to put in which hole as he fell down onto the couch beside you and with about a nanosecond to spare, you two were posed like a couple of chaste little Bible study kids, sitting next to each other with your hands in your laps and friendly smiles on your faces.

"Hey guys, how was dinner?" you asked your parents sweetly.

"Hi Mr. and Mrs. S," Klitz waved at them.

"Hi sweetie," your mom cooed at him. "Dinner was lovely, honey— how'd your paper turn out?"

"We… finished it faster than I expected," you answered, and Klitz nodded in agreement.

"Were you watching a movie?" your dad asked.

"Yeah," you nodded, "hope you don't mind us borrowing your tape—"

"No worries," he assured. "How was the movie, was it good?"

"It was amazing," Klitz replied.

"I'll see you tomorrow," you smiled shyly, clutching your hands together as the two of you stood outside of your front door.

"Yeah," Klitz agreed with a contented sigh. He didn't think he'd ever seen you looking so… demure, maybe even innocent. It might've just been an aftereffect of having to play it cool in front of your parents just now as they told you about their dinner and asked Klitz a bunch of questions about how his parents were doing and Yale and stuff.

After giving him a split second of a mischievous smirk, you pushed him back against the door and slammed your lips onto his, kissing him hungrily. Okay, so definitely still not innocent…

You pulled away sooner than he would've wanted— he wanted to kiss you for hours, really— and placed your hands on his shoulders gently when he tried to chase your lips with his own. You looked around for a second as you stepped back, making sure no one was nearby before you reached under your skirt and pulled your lacy panties down your legs; you stepped out of them gingerly and stuffed them into his pocket with a grin.

"Something to remember me by, hm?" you offered.

As if anything could ever make him forget this.

Holding tightly onto your panties in his pocket, he walked home on a cloud. He whistled, he'd never whistled as he walked before.

The tune stopped only when he stepped inside his own house again and found Eli at the kitchen bar, happily chatting up his mom who greeted him quickly while she cleaned up after dinner. “Oh, hey Eli,” Klitz nodded; Eli was the type to show up unannounced, this wasn’t anything new, but it was more surprising when he’d been in his own head the whole walk home.

“Hey, Klitzy,” Eli returned, smiling. “I was just stopping by because my mom told me to bring your mom some book about yoga or something— but she said you’d be home soon…”

“I figured you wouldn’t be out too late if you were just studying,” Klitz’s mom pointed out, seeming to have a slight ulterior motive with the statement. “You seem to go over to that girl’s house a lot—”

This is normally the part where Klitz would defensively say she’s just a friend, Mom and she wouldn’t really believe it because she loved her son too much to properly understand that a guy like him and a girl like you wouldn’t get together. Of course, that wasn’t really as true now as it was the last fifty times, but he also didn’t want to immediately blurt out that you’d just become his girlfriend because, well, for one, it was a little pathetic to tell his mom that just a few minutes after it happened. Secondly, she’d probably ask questions Klitz was not at all in the mood to answer. Thirdly, Eli was here, and maybe it wasn’t the right time to tell him, either; and, finally, if his mom knew you were his girlfriend and not just his best friend, she’d probably start coming up with new rules about curfews and doors left open and bla bla bla— the last thing he needed was any obstacles to get to you now that he finally had what he’d been dreaming about for years.

“We’re really close,” Klitz finally decided to say, and that seemed to satisfy his mom enough to dismiss the two boys to Klitz’s room.

“I told you, I don’t wanna watch your tape,” Klitz began as soon as they were alone, sitting down on his bed with a sigh as Eli made himself comfortable in the chair by the desk.

“No no— I’m not gonna make you watch anything, I didn’t even bring it,” Eli promised. “I really was just here to deliver the book, and I figured I could say ‘hi’ and ask you how the study session went.”

Klitz sighed slightly, looking away. Truth be told, Klitz wanted to tell Eli what happened, and he never imagined not calling his best (guy) friend first when he lost his virginity. But he never imagined he would lose his virginity to you— okay, he actually imagined it a lot, he just never thought it was an actual possibility— and as a result now suddenly had to consider the repercussions of blabbing about it to Eli. Wouldn't it be wrong to kiss and tell, especially considering some bad experiences you'd had in that regard? Especially considering Eli knew you and cared about you?

“Uh, it was fine,” Klitz shrugged, “we finished the paper— and I already did mine before I got there. Have you, uh, finished yours yet?”

“Almost,” Eli answered, “just need to figure out how to do the thing in Word that makes it all spaced right— do you know how to do that?”

“Yeah, sure, I’ll show you,” Klitz offered, making a move to cross the room to his computer so he could demonstrate rather than try to explain it in words.

The thing was, while Klitz had decided he wouldn't tell Eli what happened while he was at your house, apparently fate had other plans. When Klitz stood up just then, he didn't even feel something fall out of his pocket.

"Dude— are those panties?" Eli mumbled, pointing to the lacy black thong on the bed. Klitz scrambled to grab it and stuff it back into his pocket, but it was too late. "Oh my god, Klitzy— how did you end up with a thong in your pocket?"

"I-it doesn't matter," Klitz stammered, feeling his face heat up.

"How could it not matter?!" Eli sputtered. "Who gave you those?"

"Nobody!"

"Did you take them?"

"No!"

"Are— wait," Eli stiffened up and cleared his throat, "are… those yours?"

"Are you asking me if I wear a thong?!"

"I mean… I'm gonna try not to be judgmental," Eli offered, "to each his own, right?"

"No— no!" Klitz denied. "They're, well… I just got back from—"

"Oh, shit," Eli seemed to figure it out, "did she— did you— are you guys—"

"Something happened," Klitz offered.

"Dude, you know I'm not gonna be satisfied with that," Eli rolled his eyes. "You don't have to tell me everything, just tell me what base you went to— first, second…?"

Klitz waited, and Eli's eyes widened.

"Third?" he continued, quieter, amazed when Klitz still said nothing. "H-home run?!"

Slowly, Klitz nodded, and Eli yelled emphatically like he actually was at a rowdy baseball game. "Shh!" Klitz hissed. "My parents are downstairs!"

"Sorry, I just— I'm so happy for you, man!" Eli beamed. "I can't believe you two finally fucked!"

“We made love to each other,” Klitz corrected, his face burning hot enough to cook an egg.

“Oh shut up, that’s gay,” Eli rolled his eyes.

“That’s gay?” Klitz repeated. “Me, a hot-blooded American teenage boy, having sex with a beautiful girl, is gay?”

“Whatever,” Eli rolled his eyes, which was the best he could do to admit obvious defeat in an argument. “My point is— good for you, man.”

Eli sunk his shoulders down slightly, suddenly getting a bit more serious.

"I know I mess around with you a lot. And I know I was pretty hard on you for not going after her for so long… but it's just because I knew you'd be good together— and I knew she was into you, I just couldn't get either of you to realize it!"

"Huh," Klitz said as he narrowed his eyes, "you know, you're more perceptive than I thought, Eli."

"Tell me everything," Eli demanded.

"You just said I didn't have to tell you everything," Klitz recalled.

"I changed my mind— I need to know now," Eli decided. "Just… tell me what it's like."

"What, sex?" Klitz wondered, sighing when Eli nodded quickly. "Uh, well, it's sort of hard to describe…"

"People always say that," Eli rolled his eyes.

"It's… it's like," Klitz searched for the words. "It's like a hug? But… wet."

Eli grimaced slightly. "That sounds kinda gross."

"But it's not," Klitz insisted, "and— and when she looks up at you it's like nobody else has ever existed. I never really felt like a man before that."

"And you do now?"

"Uhh, mostly," Klitz sighed. "I'm still, you know, me."

"What did her tits feel like?" Eli grinned.

"Okay, you're done," Klitz rolled his eyes, standing up. "Go home, show's over—"

"No, wait, come on," Eli pleaded, "just one more thing— just tell me one more thing! Are you gonna do it again?"

"I asked her to be my girlfriend, and she said yes," Klitz smiled slightly. "So, yeah, I really hope so."

"That's perfect," Eli announced. "You two are gonna be so good together."

Klitz's chest warmed because, yes, you were. Somehow he was sure of that, uncharacteristically unworried that it might all go horribly wrong. This was you; things always went right for him where you were involved.

Thankfully, Eli respected his privacy enough to leave not too long after that, on the condition that they find time at school tomorrow to talk more about how it all happened. The moment he had the room and house to himself again, Klitz collapsed onto his bed with a dreamy sigh, equal parts exhausted and energized— it’s a difficult feeling to describe, but he was all shaky and his head was spinning and it was euphoric. She’s my girlfriend, he kept saying to himself until he really believed it. Part of him was afraid to go to sleep in case the universe returned to normal tomorrow; really, he just didn’t want today to end yet. He thought about texting or calling you, but what would he say? Would it be too cheesy to admit he missed the sound of your voice?

Deciding to just take a much-needed shower instead, Klitz finished the rest of his nighttime routine and slipped into bed— normally, he would hope to dream of you that night, even if it left him with a sticky situation to clean up in the morning. But now, it didn’t matter as much, because he was going to see you tomorrow and his mind was overwhelmed with the possibilities of how it might go. Yes, a small fraction of his mind forced him to imagine that you’d pull him aside in the hall to say it was a mistake, that you two should just be friends again, but he didn’t really expect that after everything you’d said. He couldn’t decide if he was going to kiss you as soon as he saw you, or wait for you to do it first. Would you want to hold his hand in the hallway or be more discreet? Would you let him take you out on a date this weekend, or were you going to be impatiently desperate again? (Not that he was going to complain either way.)

Eventually, he realized that thinking about it was useless and that the sooner he fell asleep, the sooner tomorrow would come and he could see for himself what would happen when the two of you reunited. But he had one more thing to do tonight before he could fall asleep: wrap those panties around his cock and jerk off to the memory of how perfect you were.

He did last longer next time, just like you said he would— fifteen seconds, rather than eight. He’d even jerked off beforehand to try to increase his time but the way you looked up at him as he slid inside you, biting your lip and begging him to fill you as deep as he could go… yeah, he barely got a chance to gasp out something about how beautiful you are before he totally lost it. In his defense, you really did your best to drive him over the edge as fast as possible. You brought that upon yourself, really.

Then there was your genius idea to fool around in the school library, in that one section nobody ever goes to except to do this— you managed to avoid getting seen by any teachers or the security guard, but a junior did catch you two just as he was starting to reach up under your shirt. It should’ve made you both jump away from each other and try to act casual but Klitz doubled down; he wanted every student in this school to see this, if they could— see him and his girl, because honestly, they might have to see it to believe it.

He wanted them to see that you’re so obsessed with each other you can’t even wait until school lets out; he wanted them to see that you don’t just let him touch you under your shirt, you beg him to, and moan his name when he obliges.

Admittedly, he kinda didn’t want them to see when he came in his pants from said library excursion… but whatever, you didn’t mind— you were still insisting you were into that, and he was going to stop trying to convince you otherwise.

Instead, what most of them saw was the two of you sitting closer than normal at the lunch table, his arm around your waist or your head on his shoulder. Eli liked to tease you two about it sometimes, but thankfully for the most part he was just the same as usual. He was pretty supportive— if anything, a little too supportive, considering he liked to ask invasive questions and even ‘jokingly’ floated the idea of a threesome, to which you ‘seriously’ agreed just to freak him out and prove he was all bark and no bite.

In a moment, all of Klitz’s most common dilemmas were gone: it was okay to be turned on by something you were wearing, and he didn’t have to hide it anymore (except to prevent you from teasing him more and giving him a problem he couldn’t solve until he got home from school); he was allowed to look at you, and hug you and kiss you, without worrying if he was being weird; he no longer tortured himself with the possibilities, the fantasies, the anxieties, and just enjoyed being your boyfriend, maybe more than anyone’s enjoyed being my boyfriend before you told him once.

Instead, he had a new dilemma: how was he going to ask you to prom?

#klitz x reader #klitz smut #klitz x you #klitz fanfic

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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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danosrosegarden · 6 months

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something real - timothy klitz x gn!reader headcanons (NSFW) ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆

{kinktober: day thirteen. prompt: mutual masturbation. 🎃}

{contains: reader having a little anxiety around sex, mutual masturbation, and a facial (reader receiving).}

☽ It was the point in your relationship where the bumbling butterflies still buzzed in your stomach when you spoke to Klitz. The puppy love still bloomed like wildflowers in your skipping heart, but you were beginning to grow comfortable with him. He was safe, easy to share your company with. You felt comfortable in the warm glow of his arms...yet something was amiss.

☽ You couldn't help but feel like you were doing something wrong by making him stop every time things got hot and heavy. He was never upset, always willing to hold you close and stroke your hair afterwards without a word of questioning. But that would grow stale and stiff eventually, wouldn't it? Eventually, he was going to want more.

☽ He, with searing pink cheeks and eyes shyly cast down, proposed an idea one night. What if we...you know...touched ourselves? But...uh...together?

☽ The solution seemed so simple; you could take care of yourselves without the pressure or expectations while still being together. Why hadn't you thought of it before? Your stomach lurched and crackled with erotic elation.

☽ With letting Klitz see you like this for the very first time, so raw, so bare and exposed, came a scorching flurry of bashfulness. Though your cheeks burned hot and your gut popped with anxiety, there also existed an aura of fresh excitement. It was something new. Fun. Real.

☽ Still, the jumbling nerves dancing in your stomach were difficult to shake. Klitz must have noticed your hands quivering as you peeled your pants away, because he laced your hand with his, his thumb stroking your soft skin.

☽ "Just pretend like I'm not even here," he whispered to you. "Touch yourself like you normally do."

☽ It felt odd and mechanical at first, your hand swirling around while you knew full well there were prying eyes watching. But you repeated the mantra in your head like prayer: just pretend like I'm not even here. Eventually, it felt like just another night in your bed by yourself, your spit-slicked fingers hitting the spots you knew made your toes curl and legs shake. You fell into a blissful rhythm, and the heat began to tighten in your core.

☽ You peeked for a moment and stifled a giggle. Klitz was struggling to keep his eyes open and continue to watch you while he stroked himself with a tight fist. The sounds were wet and thick. You watched as his thighs rocked about and his chest dragged up and down at a jagged, haphazard rate. He was close. And he deserved a reward for such a great idea, you thought with a small grin.

☽ You crawl to his feet in front of him, sitting on your knees. He slows his strokes to stare at you for a moment, cocking his brow. "What are you doing?"

☽ Your hand snakes up to his thigh, rubbing his skin with a soft grip. "You wanna cum on my face, Klitzy?"

☽ It's a challenging task not to laugh at the pathetic whimper that's punched out from deep within his chest. "F-fuck yeah, I do." His pumping fist tightens as he strokes faster.

☽ He paints your face with his warm strings of cum, one hand squeezing the base of his cock and the other running long, bony fingers through your hair.

☽ Is it odd to feel warmly emotional while semen is dripping from your face? It's just that...you really couldn't imagine it being anyone else but him. It was only him who you wanted to trust like this. You couldn't think of anything else but that shaggy hair and those thin glasses when imagining sharing this deep, hidden, intimate part of yourself.

☽ You'd work yourself up to letting him inside of you. For now, you had a deliciously fun game to play together. No pressure, no expectations. Just doing, just being.

#eli's writing #danonation #paul dano #timothy klitz #klitz #the girl next door #timothy klitz x reader #klitz x reader #timothy klitz x you #klitz x you #timothy klitz x y/n #klitz x y/n #kinktober #kinktober 23

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cannedbeefaroni · 10 months

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The Birds and the Bees: Part 1 (Timothy Klitz X Reader)

Part 2

Summary: You are a bit of a failure and a hot mess. You have no social life, but you're lucky enough to be invited to your very first college party, despite being a social reject. You end up running into some guys you went to high school with, and it's extremely awkward.

Content: Friends to lovers. Eli acts weird and pervy as per usual. Reader is approached by a creepy guy for a second.

Y/N is referred to in second person as you/yours, but is referred to with feminine terminology, and is written to have AFAB genitalia in part 2 which includes smut.

College fucking sucks. You knew it wouldn’t be a walk in the park, but you always thought, at the very least, you could finally catch a break. A break from all the bullshit social pressures of high school, the need to be conscious of how your peers perceived you, and the desire for approval. None of that ever went away, it only got worse. High school never ended. You felt like a zombie going through the motions everyday. Sometimes you’d strike up conversations with somebody, maybe feel a connection, but a week later never speak again. Your social life was nonexistent, and all you did was wake up, commute, go to class, commute, then go to sleep.

There were often times you’d fantasize about finding the perfect friend group who’d include you in various fun escapades. Maybe they’d invite you to parties where you’d actually feel welcome. You did have acquaintances who you’d talk with briefly, and they apparently were all in the same friend group. You didn’t exactly feel included, but they’d sometimes invite you along on outings that you’d almost always decline because you thought it was a setup for some nasty joke. One time you were weak and gave in. You figured going to a party full of strangers would suck, but goddamnit, you just wanted to try something new for once.

You always thought house parties only existed in movies, but it was more believable being a college thing rather than a high school thing. Come to think of it, all throughout high school you felt like a child, and you only started feeling like an adult around age 19. Maybe that fact was the reason why you felt like you couldn’t fit in at college. Your social skills were severely underdeveloped.

This house party in particular wasn’t like the movies. It was chill, and everyone seemed to be lounging around with blunts and an array of alcoholic beverages while music blasted over the speakers. There was a group of girls drunkenly talking loudly over some juicy gossip, and there was at least one couple making out on a couch. Whoever’s house this was took the time to even set up LED mood lighting. It wasn’t that bad at all. You felt embarrassed that you took the effort to wear a dress, even though it was just a casual, plain black dress. You figured you’d end up feeling insecure, so you brought a zip-up hoodie to wear over it.

You sat on the couch, and a girl you recognized greeted you with half lidded eyes and a lazy voice. She passed you a beer can, then giggled at your wide eyed, confused expression. You already felt extremely embarrassed. You decided to down the can as fast as you could, hoping to get yourself tipsy so you’d stop feeling so damn anxious. You made your way to the kitchen counter, hoping to find a drink that would sufficiently ease your nerves.

Fuck it. You’ll do some vodka shots.

It felt like a hard punch in the throat, but it left you feeling so funny. You could hear some guys around you laugh at the faces you made in reaction to the vodka, but you couldn’t give less of a shit. You had drink after drink, drowning out your senses. You felt dizzy and needed to lay down. You shuffled your feet around the house, looking for somewhere to lay. The vibrations from the bassy speakers made your head pound, and you groaned to yourself as you slumped around. Finally, you threw yourself onto a couch, closing your eyes. Your head hit something, but you just stayed there and let out a huge sigh as your hands covered your face to block out the obnoxious red lights.

“Where the fuck did this chick come from?” You heard some guy say as you looked up. His eyes were wide as if he’s never seen a woman before in his life. Suddenly, the couch moved underneath your head.

“Uh… I don’t know. She kinda just laid here and I don’t know why…” you heard a voice come from directly above you. You froze as you realized you just slammed your head into a stranger’s lap. You sat up quickly, leading you to butt your head into the person’s nose.

“Fuck! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! It was an accident!” You exclaimed as you held your head in your hands, having another reason for a headache.

“What? You head butting me or you cuddling up on me?” He held his nose and scrunched his face.

“Uh… both I guess?” You squint your eyes as you try to piece together words in this state.

“Fuck man, we just got here and you already got bitches on your dick?” The other guy said in the nerdiest, whitest voice you ever heard come out of anyone.

“No, she was clearly just trying to lay down,” the boy on the couch said relatively calmly in response. You didn’t know why but he looked really familiar, but you couldn’t put your finger on it.

“Klitz, her head was basically on your dick.” The other one grinned like a doofus.

Suddenly it hit you. It was Timothy Klitz from high school, and you just happened to run into him at this random college party. He looked pretty much the same as back then, but his hair had grown past shoulder length and he no longer had those bowl cut bangs. You’d like to think you and him were friends, but being extremely insecure back then made it confusing. Back in those days, the two of you were often placed in the same classes. You were both the kids that usually nobody wanted to partner up with (unless Klitz was lucky enough to have one of his only two friends in the class), so teachers would make you two work together. He was a really nice kid, he could tell you had a really hard time socializing, so he’d sometimes sit with you at lunch or even offer to hang out with his friends (which you tended to avoid because they were pretty weird). You remembered the one time you asked him to help you study for a test, and he invited you to his house. That was when you realized you had a crush on him, because you were so flustered about being home alone with him that you couldn’t remember anything you went over together. Afterward you grew distant from him and struggled to even talk to him. Your biggest regret was at graduation, he asked to exchange numbers with you, and not even a month later you lost the paper before you could put the number in your phone. You felt like such an idiot, but now you were face to face with him again and had to confront these feelings you had suppressed for so long.

You tried to come up with how to formally greet him after this fiasco encounter. After a solid minute of silence, the best you could come up with was a meek, “it’s nice to see you again, Klitz.”

Klitz stared down at you in response, eyebrows raised, trying to remember where he knew you from. “Oh! (Y/N), I can’t believe I didn’t recognize you,” his eyes went wide when he finally remembered.

“You didn’t recognize her cuz she got wayyy hot. Wasn't she that girl with the frizzy hair and glasses that gave you the cold shoulder? Yeah she grew up,” his friend, who you now know to be Eli, rambled as drunken idiots often do. Nothing he said shocked you. You completely remember him being the reason you avoided Klitz’s friends. You didn’t hate him per say, he was just so loud and weird and perverted. You however did accept the backhanded compliment with a nervous laugh.

“Hi Eli,” you said out of politeness.

“Heyyy you got a boyfriend?” he slurred.

“Okay! Bye Eli!” Klitz passive aggressively said as he got up to push him away. In response Eli started slap fighting him like a cat.

“Relax bro, you can have her. Just remember your training,” he put his hands on his shoulders as he whispered loudly to him. He then kissed his cheek aggressively and skipped away, flapping his arms, saying, “love ya Klitzy! Bye!”

You stared off at the weirdo making his exit. Klitz sighed, slumping in his seat as he put his hand to his forehead. “I’m really sorry about him.”

“Nah, it’s fine. He’s… kinda cute?” you giggled. Yeah you thought he was a little cute and funny, but you were mostly saying this just to see how Klitz would react.

His face scrunched in confusion, “on what planet?”

“Well… not as cute as you, for sure,” you said trying to sound honest but joke-y at the same time, which in retrospect is impossible.

He laughed, “again, on what planet?”

“This one,” you said more aggressively than you intended.

Klitz didn’t respond, he just took slow, awkward sips from his cup. You felt insecure, like you completely failed at your first attempt at initiating flirting. Sitting in silence makes you realize how bad your headache has gotten. More people had arrived, and there were so many loud voices on top of the loud music. You leaned your head back against the couch and rubbed your eyes. People were crowding the area and bumping into the couch, even further disturbing you. You felt overwhelmed and contemplated leaving. You started getting up off the couch.

“Where are you going?” Klitz asked, startling you because you assumed he wouldn’t even notice you leaving.

“Oh… I’m not really feeling good, I need to get some air.”

“I can take you to the backyard, so those frat boys who just showed up don’t bother you…” he said monotonously. It definitely seemed like if he were sober he would’ve definitely not asked that.

“Okay…” you took his hand instinctively, even though he wasn’t offering it. Despite that, he held on to your hand and led you out the sliding glass doors. You dragged behind him as you looked up at his face, which was looking forward. On the way out you bumped into several people, one of which cussed you out.

The backyard was empty besides one person sitting on one of the lawn chairs having a smoke. Beyond the back porch were a small grassy field full of dandelion puffs and old overgrown trees. There were cups and bottles on the ground from party goers. Over the porch were warmly lit wall sconces and fairy lights. The two of you sat on a wooden bench against the wall.

“Hey, I just wanna say sorry for, uh, never calling. Like, I asked for your number and all and I kept putting it off,” he cleared his throat and scratched the back of his head, basically doing anything to avoid direct confrontation. You thought he just didn’t care enough to reach out, and even after hearing him say that you found it hard to believe.

“It's fine. I mean, we’re in college now. You probably have a really busy social life on top of school,” you said with a sour expression, trying to sound understanding.

Klitz scoffed, “what social life? Only person I talk to these days is that douche back there cuz we’re roommates. Our other friend, Matt, is too busy with his fancy school and girlfriend to give a crap about either of us. So honestly, I was really happy to run into an old friend tonight.” He gave a tight lipped smile and looked back into your eyes.

“I feel the same way. You were so nice to me back then…” you looked down at your lap as you felt his eyes burning into you.

“Well, I wanted to help you out because we were one in the same. We were both picked last for everything, so I wanted to have your back, since I know how bad it feels. But… I know I kinda annoyed you back then.”

“What do you mean?” you asked.

“At some point you kinda just stopped talking to me. Maybe I did something stupid and didn’t realize it, but it’s fine it’s not that big a deal,” he grinned nervously as he tried his best not to make you feel bad. Your heart sank when you realized that all this time he did, in fact, care. Even worse, you made him feel like shit because of what you did.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, “I never meant to stop talking to you. It just happened. I just…” you trailed off.

Klitz was bending forward to get his head to your level, but in doing so all you could focus on was how he was getting closer. “It’s okay if you forgot about me. I’m not exactly the most memorable guy,” he didn’t mean to sound it, but his tone was incredibly sad.

You frowned, “I remembered you… I actually thought about you a lot. I still do,” your face grew even hotter. Even though you’d rather die than confess your feelings to him, you figured you might as well while you’re still kinda drunk.

His breathing hitched, growing more tense. “What do you think about me?”

“Isn’t it obvious?”

“No,” he said stiffly. He shifted in his seat as he grew more nervous, but he didn’t move away from you.

You didn’t notice that you were inching closer to him.You started to feel his shaking, hot breath against your face. Your eyes were darting back and forth between his eyes and lips. In an extremely bold move, you swept his hair away from his face to get a better look at him. “Klitz, do you have a girlfriend?”

He rapidly shook his head in response, not breaking eye contact.

“Do you like me?” your eyes burned as they stared into his, pleading for him to say yes. He looked away and held his fist to his mouth. His face turned bright pink to match the drunken redness of his nose. He cleared his throat as you could hear your heart beating in your ears.

“I do,” his voice cracked, “I always thought you were really pretty,” he said innocently as he looked back into your eyes.

The backyard lights reflected in his eyes made you want to cry. You couldn’t believe what he said, and thousands of possibilities flashed in your mind. In that moment he was the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen, and knowing that he felt a similar way made you feel like you were more than enough.

“I should’ve told you,” you wanted to cry in shame, “I was so scared that you didn’t like me back, so I tried to forget about you. I just couldn’t.”

“Why wouldn’t I like you back? You were a beautiful girl and I was just some ugly nerd,” he reluctantly put his hand on your upper back, trying to be comforting, but worried about coming off as inappropriate.

“Please, I looked like a geeky 12 year old all throughout high school. You were always so kind and smart and cute. Yeah, some guys had tons of girls chasing them, but you were the hottest guy to me.” You wanted to throw up from opening up all these extremely repressed feelings, but you couldn't just sit there and let him think he was just some ugly bastard.

“Uh… even though I had that ugly haircut?” He was trying really hard not to get too flustered, but he was already grinning like an idiot.

“I thought it was cute! It gave you character,” you giggled, “but I like your hair now too.”

Suddenly, the door slid open, and a group of people poured into the backyard. They were loud, obnoxious, and wasted. You tensed up as they bustled past you, a good amount of them were brushing past your knees. Some drunk guy decided to stand directly in front of you and lean his elbow against the wall as he hung his head. His crotch was directly in your face and it made you extremely uncomfortable. You looked up at him for a second and looked back down. For some reason, he took that as an invitation to try talking to you.

“Y’from around here?” is what it sounded like he said, but he was mumbling and slurring his words. None of the guys standing around you noticed or cared about what was going on. You decided not to acknowledge him, and you heard him slam his fist against the wall. You froze completely.

Feeling a hand grab yours, you looked over and saw Klitz saying “lets go. Now.” He dragged you off the bench, away from the drunk guy. As you got up with Klitz, you heard the guy say “fuckin’ bitch,” before the door closed behind you. The inside of the house was packed. You had no idea the party was gonna get this crazy. You were still frozen, and the only anchor you had to reality at the moment was his hand. Trying to get to the front door felt like walking through an endless maze. Once the two of you left the house, you finally took a deep breath.

“Are you okay?” Klitz asked. You couldn’t answer. You just started crying. Your hand was still holding his, so you pulled him into a hug. Your face was buried in his shoulder as he patted your back. He let out a gentle sigh.

“I wanna go home,” you weeped, as tears and boogers began staining his shirt collar.

“It’s okay, I’ll walk you home,” he shushed you like a baby. He definitely wasn't the best at comforting you, but you appreciated the effort.

“I- I… I live an hour away and I got here on the train…” you sobbed pathetically. Before you got to the party you thought you’d have no problem getting home. But now it’s 1 AM and you have no idea if you’ll be safe.

“That's fine! You can crash at our place,” he assured. You looked up at him slowly, and he looked away bashfully. “I mean, we have a pull out couch. You can sleep on that, and I’ll just share the main bed with Eli,” he explained, desperately trying not to sound creepy.

Your face grew hot. There was so much you wanted to say, but all you could was “yeah, I’d appreciate that.”

Part 2

#the girl next door #timothy klitz #paul dano #danocel #danonation #timothy klitz x reader #tim klitz #tim klitz x reader #klitz x reader #paul dano x reader

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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.

#klitz #klitz x you #klitz x reader #paul dano #paul dano x reader #klitz the girl next door #tim klitz #the girl next door #mine

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always-andromeda · 1 year

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Can I request La Belle Fluer Sauvage for Klitz & AFAB reader,, Where the reader’s been hearing people on campus saying horrible things about her looks so after she breaks down in front of Klitz one night, he decides to show her how much he loves her body 🥺

Author’s Note | ahahahaaaaa, this was one hell of a piece to write. I tried to keep the description of the readers body very vague so that anyone could apply themselves here. but like lmao, this movie takes place in the early 2000s where fuckin heroin chic was a thing and you could literally be completely average sized and still called fat?? so like, it all works out in the end lol.

Warnings | smut (MDNI), oral (female receiving), some light overstimulation, Klitzy gets a liiiittle pussy drunk oop, the description of reader's body is kept vague but folks at the beginning are disparaging and call her a cow ;-; (so if this is triggering to you, maybe consider skipping this one; take care of yourselves, my loves), that's all I can think of!

The second you feel his hand graze your lower back and his lips meeting yours, you feel guilty. It's a touch that you should be familiar with by now. The sensations are the same; a chill runs up your spine and a hum begins to swell in your throat. But the emotion that wells up in your eyes makes you twitch with frustration.

Clenching your knuckles, you wait to just melt into it; for everything to come together perfectly and suddenly make sense. Because you don't like associating Klitz with these worries. He's not your problem, not really. But the longer he lingers the more you remember the sound of those girls snickering.

You remember passing by them in the lunchroom, remember the way they tried their best to look sneaky as they stared in your direction. The part you remember most are the words. They've played on a loop and bounced around the inside of your skull like a screensaver all day ever since you heard them.

"God, what a heifer. Does she really need that much food on her tray?"

"She might not need it, but you know cows, they love to graze."

Then came the stifled cackles as you walked away as quickly as you possibly could away from their table. Body moving on autopilot, you went directly towards the lunch table the tripod had unofficially claimed as their own. Only this time, you didn't meet the greetings of any of the boys as you sat down. You couldn't even bring yourself to eat any of the lunch you'd taken.

Part of you wishes that Klitz had just ignored your silence. But he's never been that kind of boyfriend. Even if he has no clue what to do, he's always worried about you, especially when you don't respond to him placing a hand on your knee under the table.

Not wanting to embarrass you in front of his friends, he figures that he'll ask later. He figures that maybe math class is getting you down again or maybe you didn't get enough sleep. And he figured that the second he kissed you in his bedroom when you both got back to his house, you'd respond then.

But you make none of the happy little sounds he's used to. No contented sigh as his lips attach to your pulse point on your neck. You can tell he's trying so hard to get you hooked, but the only thing that is snagging are your own insecurities.

"Klitzy, stop," you blurt out suddenly and sit up properly, scooching away from him until you're practically on the edge of his bed. He stays rooted in place, watching as you pull your knees up, minimizing yourself as much as you possibly can, it seems.

Klitz doesn't dare to move a muscle when he questions you, "What did I do?"

Your gaze is glued to the plaid pattern of his rumpled comforter. Blinking fast, you answer, "You didn't do anything."

He has a hard time taking the answer at face value. "Okay..." he utters slowly, waiting for something more to leave your mouth.

That's when you swallow thickly and explain, "I just...I don't like my body right now. And if I don't like it, I'm not going to expect you to like it either."

"Oh–" that catches him off guard. He chews on his lip, bites into the flesh so hard that he flinches slightly. Klitz is all too familiar with those days. Because he knows what he looks like. He's well aware that he's not built like the guys at school are. And some days he's proud that he isn't one of those mindless meatheads. But especially in the days before he had you, he often had those same days of complete self loathing.

Those days were soothed by your soft voice calling him handsome, your fingers running up and down his arm, and your lips marking up his chest and throat with smears of glittery lip gloss and hickies alike. All of those things he'd once found to be detestable...he could grow into them.

Klitz tries again, "Do you think I'm ugly?"

Finally, you look at him, worry flooding your wide eyes, "No! Never! I promise you, I'm just–"

"Then why would I find you ugly?"

"Huh?" your brow raises.

"Listen, I might think that I'm ugly sometimes...but you don't. I feel the same way. Even if you think you're ugly...that doesn't stop me from thinking that you're the prettiest girl in the entire world."

Your eyes fall to your legs again as you smile slightly. "Agree to disagree then, I guess." you say with semi-amusement.

Klitz is careful with how he closes the space between you both. He slides forward a bit more, the mattress shifting as he gets closer. "That doesn't sound like a fair compromise," he teases.

"Then what's your idea of a fair compromise?"

"How about I try a little convincing first? You haven't even let me plead my case," his lips are inches away from yours again, hungry to prove their resolve on your skin.

You bide your time before his mouth hits their destination. "What's your case again?"

His breath warms your skin and makes goosebumps flourish all around your shoulders. "I think that you're the prettiest girl–" he kisses you chastely. "–in the entire world."

You chuckle playfully. "Okay, proceed," rolling your eyes, you want to be surprised how quickly he can sway you. How simply the sight of his eager smile as he gets between your legs makes your stomach flutter with elation. Klitz's nimble fingers make quick work of the button and zipper on your jeans and you giggle as you raise your hips to help him pull them down.

Momentarily, you curse yourself for not wearing anything special underneath them. Yet Klitz doesn't even seem to notice or care that these aren't some delicate lace panties. He still pulls them off with the same delicacy as if they were. And something about that makes you want to sob. But you push that down as he reaches for one of the pillows leaned against his headboard and places it right underneath you, getting you at a better angle for his mouth.

His dimples show as he kisses your thighs. Regardless of the texture and appearance of your flesh, they are ever present and betray all of his enthusiasm for his current position. But that smile is soon replaced as his lips part to let out shaky breath.

"Can I see you?" he asks tentatively, licking his lips nervously. "Please, baby?"

Watching his pupils dilate to the size of saucers as you spread your legs slowly, you can't help but laugh a little. It's absurd. It's absurd how often you forget about this feeling and absurd how quickly he fuels your fire with simple gasp. And it's absolutely fucking absurd that you feel that damn sob rising up your throat again. It's as if he was looking at you for the first time all over again. Maybe that's the benefit of his inexperience. With no one else to compare you to, he couldn't possibly be disappointed, right?

"Fuck," the single word comes out with the force of a freight train, like it was just waiting somewhere deep in his chest. It's something carnal and full of worship as licks a stripe up the center of your cunt, parting your folds and getting a taste of the musky arousal beginning to pool between your legs.

The second it hits his tongue he curses again, breathier this time. As much as he wants to take his time, as soon as he's gotten that little bit, he's keen to dive back in completely.

Without another thought into the action, Klitz plunges his tongue into your hole, desperately fucking you with it. His nose nuzzles against your mound and his hair flips wildly as he buries his face into your more and more like you're some sort of non-renewable resource. Like if he doesn't get his fill now, you'll run out of that sweet, tangy nectar that he so loves. And if the guttural groans and moans are anything to judge, you start to believe that he's truly been wanting this for a while.

That want only deepens as his arms hook around your thighs and raise you just slightly from the pillow, getting you closer. And that's when you finally make the contented sounds he likes to hear; the high pitched curses as you pull at your own nipples and the sharp gasps with every bump of his nose against your clit. You're so flushed, so swollen, and so ripe for him. And so close, so quickly.

He's everything you need and more, pleading his case as if he were mere moments away from a death sentence. As if you believing those ideas that you weren't worth any of this would actually kill him. That's how fervently he embraces you; all of you. Like if he didn't love your whole being with his entire being, he wouldn't even be himself.

The thought pushes you over the edge, sends you careening into a climax that practically makes your eyes roll back into your head. You finally let out that sob you'd been holding back. And the relief of it all fills your bones with warmth, even through the startling tinge of overstimulation as Klitz continues on, so lost in your cunt, that he'd barely even realized that you'd finished on his face.

You gasp, "Klitzy, too much!" and push back on his shoulders. Once he pulls away from the intense entanglement, you see his hazel green eyes are dazed behind his fogged up oval lenses and the bottom half of his thin face is covered in you.

He blinks hard a few times and wonders aloud with confusion, "Wait, you came?"

All you can do is throw your head back on the pillow and chuckle to yourself. God, part of you is glad that the rest of your peers are too stupid and superficial to see how attractive he is. Because you can't imagine any of the big, bulky, popular guys at your school being nearly as persistent and passionate as he is.

Klitz flops over beside you, bringing himself to you until he can look you in the eyes again. One of his hands reaches forward to brush some of your disheveled hair back behind your ear.

He whispers, "So...did I convince you?"

"I'm not sure," you joke. "I think I'm gonna need convincing on a regular basis now."

"I can always do that. I was captain of the debate team during sophomore year." Klitz replies matter of factly.

You can't even bring yourself to cringe at the little quip. Because you could never find him unappealing. So instead you smile coyly and giggle, letting him pepper your face with little kisses even though his lips are still wet from you.

"Don't worry," he says, "As long as you need me to, I'll keep trying to convince you."

#strange trails milestone✨#paul dano #danonation #danocel #the girl next door #timothy klitz #timothy klitz x reader #timothy klitz x you #timothy klitz x y/n #klitz x reader #klitz x you #klitz x y/n #timothy klitz smut #klitz smut #˚ʚ meda writes ɞ˚

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klitzofficial · 2 years

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Period Cramps

Klitz X fem!reader

Warning: 18+, smut, swearing (I'll add more later)

A/N:

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"Klitz please, it's the only thing I haven't tried yet. It's either this or I go to the hospital." She whispered through tears.

Klitz grabbed the hot pink dildo off of her bed as a similar shade rushed to his face. He thought back to exactly how he'd gotten himself here.

They were supposed to meet in the library to finish their history reports together, but when she didn't arrive on time he got worried. Then when she didn't answer his first five calls, he began to full on panic.

He couldn't live with himself if something happened to her. She was his best friend, even if he wanted more. He was fine staying "just friends". He was just glad she was even talking to him.

He gathered his things and left the library, millions of different scenarios swimming through his brain, none of them good.

He tried to call her several more times on the drive to her house. She still didn't answer.

He stormed into her house, knowing that if she were home she'd have the place all to herself. He ran up the stairs, taking them two at a time and pushed her bedroom door open.

All his fear and worries fell away when he saw her in bed, covered up to her neck in blankets.

He crept up towards her and bent down, which is when he noticed she wasn't asleep. Not only that but she had been crying.

"Hey, hey what's going on, are you okay?"

She threw her blankets off to reveal that she she was completely nude.

"Klitz please, you know I love you, and I'd never want you to feel uncomfortable, but I am in so much pain. I'm experiencing the worst period cramps of my life, and I've tried every technique on the internet. I'd do it myself but I can't bend that way because it makes the cramps worse. Will you please do this for me?"

Her speech was fiendish and sounded rushed, and he could tell how much pain she was in. He fought the urge to stare at her body the entire time, choosing instead to analyse a particularly interesting corner of the room.

Because of the long amount of time it was taking for him to answer, she thought he'd say no.

"Listen I know it's weird. If you don't want to do it can you at least drive me to the hospital?"

"No."

"What?"

"I'll do it." He said looking up from the sex toy in his hands, "I just don't want this to break up our friendship."

She began to laugh, but stopped abruptly. Releasing a high pitched whine due to the sudden pain she felt.

Klitz knew that noise shouldn't have gotten him so excited.

"So...do I have to put a condom on this thing, or like...use lube?"

She snickered and motioned for him to go through her side table.

While he got ready, and took off his shoes and jacket, she tried to get herself comfortable, moving her blankets and pillows away to get enough room for unrestricted movement.

When he was finally ready, she opened her legs and grabbed her thighs. Klitz wouldn't look at her though.

"It's okay, you're allowed to look."

He tore his vision away from the wall and made eye contact with her. She rolled her eyes and grabbed one his hands and put it on her breast. She then took the dildo out of his hands and leaned forward to insert it into her pussy.

She was trying to avoid worsening her cramps, so she was moving robotically, but Klitz couldn't tear his eyes away now that he received permission. She took his other hand and wrapped it around the base of the dildo.

"See I did the hard part Klitzy. Now all you have to do is push it in. And pull it out. Okay?" She said that last part slowly. All he could do to reply was swallow and quickly nod his head.

He started to slowly pump the hot pink toy in and out, loving the way she quietly suppressed her little moans. She took the hand he lazily rested on top of her breast - likely too afraid to move it - and intertwined their fingers.

"Fuck baby just like that," she let slip out.

Her eyes were shut, and Klitz couldn't tear away his gaze. He was enthralled, the way her eyebrows knitted together, the way her lips moved when she was breathlessly encouraging him. He felt guilty about the tightness growing in his pants.

She then took her free hand and began to massage her clit.

After 30 seconds of this action, her back began to arch. She then opened her eyes and made eye contact again.

"Faster Klitzy, I'm about to come. You're doing such a good job baby."

He sped up his actions and watched as her body tensed up, and she took her hands and gripped the sheets. He tried to keep going but her legs snapped shut and she pushed his hands away.

He watched her come down from her high, panting and covered in sweat. He thought she was ethereal, and couldn't help himself when he brushed his hand along her cheek and connected his lips with her's.

Before she could realise what was happening, he pulled away from her and began to gather his things.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to do that. I just got caught up in the moment and I di-"

He didn't get to finish before she spun him around and pulled him down to meet her. This kiss was more forceful, yet passionate, since she was now in control.

She pulled away and pushed him aside.

"I need a shower. If you come in with me I can help you with your little problem right there." She said gesturing to his crotch.

He looked up and started stuttering but she had already made her way to the bathroom.

#klitz #klitz smut #klitz x reader #klitzxreader #klitz the girl next door #klitz tgnd #paul dano #paul dano character smut #paul dano character x reader #klitz imagine #paul dano character imagine

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r1ddlessy · 2 years

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𝐥𝐢𝐩 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬

❝ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙɪᴍʙᴏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴇᴇᴋ ʟᴇᴀʀɴ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴇᴀᴄʜᴏᴛʜᴇʀ❞

warnings:fem reader

a/n: i feel like this is just the beginning, the tip of the iceberg if you will because i love this concept so much i want to create the BCU (bimbo cinematic universe) on this blog.

"This dress or this skirt and top?"

If anyone told klitz he'd be sitting on the beauty queen of his highschool's bed while she asked him his opinions on her outfits a year ago, he'd have laughed. now he simply pointed to the dress.

"I like the top and skirt, but pink is your signature baby."

His gentle smile and genuine interest made your heart swell. the fact he took the time to get to know you beyond your looks is what attracted you to him in the first place although your soft spot for nerds did help.

The first time he asked to borrow a pencil from you he was sure you'd be snarky and rude or even worse laugh in his face, but you simply handed him a fluffy pink one with a sweet smile. He was almost too stunned to thank you but once he did you giggled, kindly at his stupor not maliciously. After the class ended he tapped you gently on the shoulder, almost afraid to touch you, to return the pencil. When you turned around and blinked your mascara-coated lashes at him before smiling that embarrassingly affecting smile, he swore he had a mini heart attack.

"Thanks for the pencil, again." He managed to say thickly.

"No problem,I always bring spares! What's your name again?" You asked curiously.

"It's klitz, with a K." Blush seeped into his cheeks and he immediately regretted the addition.

"Klitz is such a cute name! I'm-" you replied brightly but klitz interrupted you.

"I know who you are." He said sheepishly. You furrowed your brows before you nodded understandingly. Your heart sank slightly as you wondered whether the cute guy who asked for your pencil already had a preconceived notion of you based on your reputation, and wouldn't be interested in getting to know you beyond that. klitz noticed your ruminating and worried he'd said something wrong, tried to distract from it.

"I've sat next to you since the beginning of the year, I think you're really smart." He said honestly as he started packing his things up.

"Really?" You asked, surprised that a typically academic person thought you were intelligent.

"Yeah, I don't really get a lot of this stuff but I need the grades so..." He rubbed the back of his neck akwardly.

"Well I could help you out if you want!" You offered immediately, before you could register what you'd said.

"Really?" Klitz raised an eyebrow questioningly, not convinced the prettiest girl he was starting to crush on was willing to spend time helping a social reject like him.

"Yeah! And maybe you can help me with some math and science stuff?" You asked hopefully. "We could do like double tutoring sessions together, it'll be fun!"

Klitz saw your hopeful expression and understood that this was a once in a lifetime opportunity, so it didn't take much to convince him. You clapped your hands together ecstatically.

"Amazing! Ok, here's my address." You scribbled it down on a scrap piece of paper and handed it to Klitz. "See you there around 5." You grinned and turned on your heels, walking away from klitz with a happy bounce in your step as klitz watched your back stupefied.

Right on the dot at 5 your doorbell rang and klitz stood sheepishly on your porch. You greeted him happily and pulled him inside, offering him lemonade or a coke. He politely declined and bit back a smile as you took him up to your bedroom, fighting back the urge to punch the air in glee.

"Ok, so what topics are you struggling with?" You asked as you gestured for him to sit on the pink beanbag while you sat at your desk.

"Probably the poetry module." he answered, distracted as he took in your room decor. The posters of pop stars and chick flicks brought a smile to his face, you clearly loved girlier things and weren't ashamed of it. You watched amusedly then quietly cleared your throat.

"As iconic as Britney is, we should really be focusing on Sylvia Plath here.”

Over half an hour passed without either of you noticing as you explained different themes and techniques to Klitz. He noticed how you’d occasionally mention your own interpretation you had but dismiss them as silly.

“I kind of feel like the Victorian nightgown could represent how she feels trapped in gender roles, but I may just be reading into it too much.” You shrugged with a smile and Klitz furrowed his brows.

“Everything in literature is up to interpretation, isn’t it?” He responded. “And I think your interpretation makes sense.” He smiled at you and you felt like swooning.

“Thanks, Klitz.” You tapped your pen against your desk at a hummingbird rate a few times before you regained your composure. “Ok, how about a snack break then we can get started with some chemistry?” Klitz nodded and slowly got up from his place on the beanbag.

“I made some chocolate-chip cookies ‘cause I assumed you’d like them...” You admitted sheepishly as you walked with him back down to the kitchen.

“I can’t think of anyone who doesn’t like them,” Klitz responded happily, overjoyed that you’d taken the time to bake for him.

“Exactly!” You agreed as you walked over to pull them out of the oven. “I had one before you came and I don’t want to brag, but it was pretty delicious.” You grinned and offered one to Klitz, your hands momentarily brushing. Klitz took a bite of his cookie as you watched anxiously for his reaction. Klitz’s eyes widened in shock, he wasn’t sure whether you were an incredible baker or his attraction to you was creating a placebo, but he was convinced this was the best cookie he’d ever eaten.

"These are amazing." He said as soon as he swallowed.

"Really?" Your eyes looked so bright and the sun was bathing you in a golden light. Klitz had never seen someone so beautiful. Moments passed and your question remained unanswered, until Klitz's head dipped lower and his lips pressed to yours. Your lips melted into the kiss and you pulled him closer, surprised but elated at the fact he made the first move. When you pulled away smudged lipgloss was around both your mouths and Klitz looked suddenly shy.

"Sorry,I don't know why I did that-"

"Klitz, shut up." You grinned and kissed him on the cheek. "We have a chemistry lesson to do!"

#conversations...with klitzy!✍️#klitz x reader #klitz fluff #bimbo reader

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rusty-phasma · 2 years

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Close to me.

A/n: this is the filthiest thing i have ever written, god is dead. Enjoy! Gif was made by @goodboyriddler also i named your baby Alexei lol.

Warnings: unprotected sex, always use protection stds are no joke, mommy kink and breeding kink if you squint, lactation and reader is a milf. If you feel like i should add more warnings please do let me know.

Neither Pierre nor you felt at ease with the servants taking care of Alexei, he was three months old and slept most of the time, only waking up to eat, usually you changed his diaper every six hours. You were scared about his sleeping schedule at first, expecting him to spend day and night crying, but were assured by the pediatrician that it is normal, he'll get like that when you change his diet, but for now he only drinks milk.

When Alexei was born, Pierre was sure he was so happy he'd die, and as the new born's swelling subsided he was very pleased to see that little Alexei Petrovich Bezukhov was a little version of his father with his mother's eyes. Now little Alyosha was also a lot like his father not only in size, having been born a little larger than babies are usually born and growing steadily, but in the way that he drank, he drank so much milk he'd start falling asleep but when you tried to pry him off your breast he'd wake up and keep on drinking. This would cause the milk flow to be quite heavy, usually making your breasts ache, and while you hated the soreness, Pierre and you had started making love again, and he absolutely loved the new volume you were sporting, he always loved your chest, he just couldn't help but to like it like this, so firm and full.

But it ached a lot, and as Alexei spent more than half of the day Sleeping the milk would sometimes leak, and it was uncomfortable to say the least, and tonight was not the exception, you were even considering not wearing a nightgown, you were going to stain it with milk anyway, you felt frustrated to say the least, and your husband ever the sharp man, obviously noticed, "are you quite alright my love?" He asked you sitting beside you, dressed for bed already; you sighed with a pout and turned to look at him "oh my dear, i am just so frustrated, i keep..." you blushed, feeling quite shy about it "staining my nightgowns, the milk gets cold and it is so uncomfortable, i can't sleep" he looked surprised "is it that much milk?" He asked, the question seemed dumb to you, but you understood he's a man, so he doesn't understand, so you got up from the bed and got in front of him, pulling on your 'fresh' nightgown, already a bit stained "i just put this one on" you said frustrated, he lifted his eyebrows "and how does the flow lighten?" He asked truly hoping to find a solution "well usually when Alyosha drinks, it lightens for a few hours but he is asleep and definitely not gonna eat, i bet he's still full, he drinks so much" then his face lit up and he looked positively devious "well my darling, since he is not here" he said trying to stifle an excited smile "perhaps i could lend a hand" and you looked at him as if prompting him to explain himself "i could ah" he said quite nervously "empty them" he finished, once you processed the word that left his mouth you blushed, you were not a virgin by any means, but the idea of breastfeeding your husband was totally different to what you have done with him so far, but you weren't really opposed to the idea, so you nodded shyly.

He helped you remove your night gown, kissing every bit of skin he uncovered with each button undone, at last letting it fall to the ground. He sat on the bed, motioning for you to sit on his lap, which you did, soon enough you were sitting on his lap, him kissing all over your neck, shoulders and collarbones, your hand in the back of his head, fingers tangling in his hair, he started his way down to your swollen and leaking breasts, licking your left nipple tasting the sweet droplets of milk letting out a sound of satisfaction "my darling it tastes so sweet" he said before taking your nipple in his mouth giving it a tentative and gentle suck, feeling the warm and sweet liquid fill his mouth, for some reason it tasted inherently you and Pierre was in heaven, this was so erotic, the mere idea of drinking you was enough to arouse him greatly, to him this was one of the most arousing things he'd ever done, mentally giving himself a pat on the back for having this brilliant idea, he was sure you could feel how hard his cock was and there was only one worry in his mind, were you enjoying this?

It was strange, different from when you breastfed your child, probably because of the knowledge that this was your husband who was suckling on your tit. It was well, arousing, and the feeling of the warm milk being sucked out of your tender breast heightening your arousal, lowering your gaze at Pierre who was now sucking a little more confidently, droplets of milk spilling out of the corners of his mouth and a look of utter satisfaction in his features and for some reason that turned you on further "you are doing so good my darling" you said, rolling you hips once which drew a loud moan out of him, making milk spill out of his mouth, you wiped it off with your thumb and guided his head back to your other breast and moaned when he started suckling on it, starting to roll your hips, grinding on his hard cock, he moaned around your tit but did not stop drinking from it "my darling, sucking so earnestly, are you enjoying it?" He let go of your breast with an obscene pop and whined "yes mommy" it took you both a second to realize what had left his mouth, you smirked and he went redder (if that's even possible) "i-i'm so-" he started to apologize but you cut him off with a chuckle "i'm happy you are enjoying yourself, my good boy, now empty mommy's tits will you?" He moaned and took one of your tender tits in his mouth making you moan, you were so wet it was unbearable and the poor friction you were getting from grinding against Pierre's hard on was dismal, so you had an idea, prying Pierre the same way you would Alexei from your breast cooed "oh my darling your cock is already so hard, does my good boy want to fuck mommy? Does my baby boy want mommy to help?" He let out a high whine and nodded "use your big boy words love" you softly scolded him and he began "y-yes mommy" and you smiled softly at him "that wasn't so hard was it?" You said getting off him so you could get rid of the clothes he wore as if they offended you.

Once he was naked you straddled his hips, lining the head of his member with the entrance of your cunt and slowly lowered yourself, making the both of you moan "now keep emptying mommy's tits my good boy" he didn't have to be told twice, taking your breast in his mouth and sucking like a man starved moving his hips to fuck into you, all hesitance and gentleness out of the window now, making you throw your head back in pleasure "Oh my darling, my good boy don't stop fucking mommy" you moaned, you really weren't gonna last long with how earnestly he was fucking you and suckling on your tit. His arms were tightly around your waist pulling you as close as physically possible, you were on cloud nine, the combination of sensations making you loose your mind, and then Pierre (regrettably) let go of your breast moaning "oh mommy, i'm cumming" you put your hand on the back of his head, pulling him in for a kiss, tasting yourself on him, when you pulled away he reattached himself to your breast "mmmh good boy, cum inside mommy" and it was all it took for him to release inside you, the warm feeling of his cum and his mouth on your chest making you go over the edge with a moan, cunt clenching and back arching. When he let go of your breast, you got off him carefully, both of you laying down, your head in his chest "i am so full" he said making you giggle "but i am glad to have helped" he said chuckling and kissing your head. Both falling asleep quite soon after.

Thank you for reading! 🤎

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meowriddler · 7 months

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Heyyy!!! Started reading your Edward stuff a little while ago and omg I love your writing! Was wonder if I could possibly request something with our boy Klitzy with a plus size!reader? Maybe Klitz finally has the balls to confess to reader and reader like rly rly likes him back but they’re like “but why me?” cause they’ve never really had anyone like them before? maybe they’re worried Klitz is just prancing them or smth? I’m projecting majorly rn I’m so sorry 😭

A/n: My beautiful lovely anon I deeply apologize for how late this request is, thank u for being my first request I really do hope u enjoy this ( also ur not projecting or anything luv dw )

( big shoutout to my best friend sky for helping me with this 🫶🥺)

Warnings: a hint of angst, both reader and klitz are a bit insecure

From the start~

Tim Klitz x plus size reader

Another year passes by and he still hasn’t uttered those three little words to you. You and Klitz have been friends ever since freshman year when you first came to the school, and being the new kid sucked with no one to talk to, you settled on just giving up. As all hope was lost, you felt a gentle tap on your shoulder. Looking back at the source, it was a cute but awkward-looking boy with this bowl haircut that his mom most likely did herself and those tiny little glasses that made him look more nerdy than ever. He flinches back as if you were the one who tapped him on the shoulder. He offers you a sheepish smile. His voice cracks a bit before speaking (that made you giggle). "Um, you must be the new student, well, obviously you are since the teacher literally just introduced you”. "Um, ok, that was a dumb question. "Anyways, I’m klitz,” he offered his hand for you to shake while smiling that damn smile, giving you butterflies.

That was how everything started. He introduced you to Matt and Eli (you had to admit you did not like Eli at the start with his crude comments on your body, which made Klitz want to throw hands with him).

But today was the day Klitz felt brave enough to confess to you (also from the constant harassment he gets from his friends to finally confess). He had everything planned out; he had texted you the night before to meet him in this beautiful park. Hopefully the green scenery would be romantic enough for you.

While Klitz was waiting for your arrival, he couldn't shake off that dreadful feeling of you not liking him back. In a way that he liked you, that is. He was ridden with overzealous anxieties about his confession, breaking your friendship apart. Too many what-if's and but's are running through his mind now, making him shake his head to get rid of the thoughts going through his head. As you showed up in the distance, his gaze averted to where you stood. There you were, in all of your glory, looking as breathtaking as ever. Kliz's vision started dissipating, but he drew in a slow, deep breath to keep his cool.   In the distance, you saw Klitz standing beside a park bench, detailed with wood and well-constructed metal. You could feel yourself getting nervous as well as he was ever since you got that text message from Klitz. The night before was still plaguing your mind with overthinking, wondering what could have been so important that he would have wanted to meet you at this really nice park all alone.   You walked towards him, your hands fidgeting slightly as your eyes scanned the park until they landed upon him.  "Hey, Klitzy!"  You cheerfully say this despite the nervous churn in your stomach. You might have been thinking that he had finally found out your feelings towards him, which is causing you a bit of panic, wondering what he might think of you.   "O-Oh! Hey, y/n, you actually came." Klitz seemed a bit surprised. "H-How are you doing?"  “ God, why can't I just talk right for once?" He thought to himself when he spoke nervously, facepalming internally.

You softly laughed at his nervousness, which was reassuring to know that he too was nervous.

"I'm doing great! "What about you?" You said it with a nervous but inviting smile on your face. Your cheeks made your eyes squint slightly whenever you smiled.   "I'm good; thank you for asking." His smile was uncertain, but a genuine one at least. His fingers tapped the side of his leg nervously while he looked at you, occasionally looking away.

"It's no problem," You two stood there for a bit until you broke the silence in the park. "So why did you want to meet up?" You asked curiously, hoping that it was something silly like a school project.   "Well, um, I-" Klitz's eyebrows tensed slightly, feeling nervous and unsure of his confession. He took in a deep breath, which made you seem a bit confused about what could have gotten him so jumbled up. His eyes were closed for a moment, opening as he exhaled.  "I-I know it's a little sudden, but I've always had feelings for you." You could feel your heartbeat quicken just as much as he was starting to when he said these few words.  "Ever since we became friends, well, actually ever since I first saw you," Klits let out a nervous laugh in between his speeches. "I've been afraid to say anything. I didn't want to ruin our friendship, but I don't want to be just friends. His face was a bit red as he stumbled over his words. A slight moment of silence was shared while you looked at him with curious, nervous, widened eyes as he confessed to you. "What I'm trying to say is that I like you, y/n."

You stared at him for a bit more as a smirk crept onto your face, starting out with a giggle then progressing into a humbling laugh.

"Wait, why are you laughing?" Klitz's face went from nervous to confused, feeling a bit defeated by your laughter at his confession. It took him a few days to even build up the courage to even invite you to the park in the first place. "What's so funny?" He was genuinely confused about why you would be laughing at him.   As your laughter died down, you looked up at Klitz, who wasn't laughing with you; he was looking at you quite hurt and upset with your reaction. "You're joking, right?" You questioned me with a raised eyebrow.   "I-" Klitz was looking at you with his mouth slightly open, letting his eyes flutter for a few blinks. "No, I was." He shook his head and sighed sharply before shaking his head. "You know what, never mind." Klitz turned on his heel to walk off before he could make a fool of himself any longer until you grabbed ahold of his wrist before he could storm off anywhere.

"N-No, Klitz Wait, I'm sorry." You holding onto his wrist sent a striking feeling through his spine, making his heart flutter ever more. He turned back to you slowly as the hope in his eyes returned when you stopped him from walking off.   "I didn't know if you were joking or not; I never get asked out genuinely." You held onto his wrist a bit longer before he turned back to you, letting go of it when you came face to face with him again. "I wouldn't have thought that someone would really have eyes for me." You muttered under your breath, seeming a bit sorrowful but pleased to know that the person you liked had genuine interest in you.   Klitz tilted his head slightly in a bit of confusion. He was still anxious, to say the least, but he was more interested in what you meant, showing a hint of concern for you as well. "What do you mean?"   "Well, Im.. y'know." You looked down and shrugged, seeing your body discourage your thoughts on his confession. "Not fit for societal standards."   It took him a moment to process what you meant until he had an 'aha' moment, noticing that you were commenting on your body. Klitz was a mess, to say the least. The effect you had on him should be a crime, the way his whole body broke into a cold sweat at the slight attention you so gracefully offered him. Klitz never viewed himself as a good-looking hell; he even considered himself ugly, but seeing you act this way baffles him. Who wouldn't want to be with you? You always found ways to light up a room with your presence alone, always finding ways to make him feel better about himself. It upsets him greatly to know you don't view yourself the way he sees you because you're anything but special. He could still recall the day he first laid eyes on you, as if Cupid flew in and shot an arrow through his beating heart.   "Y/N, you are beautiful; you don't have to worry about so-called'societal standards." His eyebrows tensed, looking concerned about your self-image. "Don't take me as someone who would think that about you." Klitz moved a bit closer to you, feeling compelled to hold onto your hand to comfort you and as a way to show how passionate he felt towards you.   "I'm just afraid that you would see me as I see myself." You muttered, looking off towards the plains of the park while the birds chirped a subtle song.

Klitz's nervousness never failed to return; he wanted to compliment and reassure you so desperately, so he held his breath, his shoulders tensing up as he gazed at your stunning complexion. "However you see yourself... I'm sure it's just you overthinking." Klitz quickly turned away with a reddened face. "If you could only see how you look in my eyes, you'd understand why I'd ever confess." His voice was ridden with nerves, making him stumble upon his words. "Come on, grow a pair; this isn't the time to be nervous." You couldn't tell, but he was slapping himself in the face inside his mind.

You suddenly felt a pair of lips collide against yours. The kiss was a bit clumsy but sweet, no less. You were shocked, to say the least, but that didn’t stop you from smiling at the kiss, and soon your eyes fluttered to a close. You rested your hand on his cheek and let out a blissful hum, still enraptured by the intimacy you both were sharing. But eventually u pull away feeling so many emotions at the same time, good emotions, though u look up at klitzy, who was now wearing the same expression as yours but slightly different, it looked worried as if he didn’t think u might’ve actually liked him back before u could utter anything out klitz starts spitting out apologizes like there is no end to them.

I-I’m so sorry I-knew this was a dumb idea a-and I shouldn’t have k-kissed u like that I-I’m really sorry. Before anymore pointless sorrys could come out of his trembling self, you tugged down the collar of his shirt, now facing you at eye level, as you gently placed your soft lips on his, making sure to put every single loving molecule that is in your body through that damn kiss. As you slowly separated from each other, you look up at him.

Nothing but admiration was behind those small dorky glasses he never grew out of; no words were exchanged between you, just loving glances as you lean onto him, touching temples. You whisper back to him those sweet three little words Kiltzy was aching to hear.

He finally grew some balls and said those three words 👍🤓

A/n thank u so much for reading I really hope u enjoyed this ( I apologize if klitz sounds too ooc it was my first time writing for him ) don’t forget to drink some water👹

#zee writes #paul dano #klitz x reader #klitz my beloved #timothy klitz #paul dano klitz #klitz the girl next door

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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.

#klitz imagine #klitz x reader #klitz #paul dano #the girl next door x reader #the girl next door imagine #the girl next door

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onlinesuccubus · 2 years

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¡¡KLITZ SITTING ON YOUR LAP!!

anyone else really want a nice, shy, lanky, quiet, pathetic harvard nerd boy to come sit on their lap or is it just me???

no gender mentioned but the term “role reversal” is mentioned once or twice

also this is formatted half like a fanfic and half like headcannons

sfw & nsfw

SFW~

•he almost had a stroke initiating a kiss after you asked him out and that kiss took him weeks of eli and matt hyping him up.

•there’s no way he would ever sit on your lap purposefully.

•especially since he felt he was too tall to be babied like that which is absolute nonsense imo

•once eli jokingly sat in your lap and klitz almost punched him out of jealousy

•ever since then he’d dream about him sitting on your plush thighs with your arms wrapped around him

•you made yourself comfortable on his bed one day, your back against his wall and your head leaned back as you looked at your beautiful boyfriend hunched over a stack of papers.

• “klitzy, why would you invite me over if you’re just gonna do homework all day”

•you weren’t typically clingy or needy but today was just one of those days that you woke up extra appreciative of your boyfriend and wanted to appreciate him up close.

•”it’s only been an hour, plus i’m almost done..just need one more paragraph and i’m all yours..”

•when he finally stood up from finishing up his work his back and neck made an awful sequence of clicking noises as he stretched.

•he grimaced at the unpleasant stinging of a pinched nerve in between his shoulder blades.

•you stuck out your arms for him to get into and he painfully crawled up his bed to you.

•before he could get to lay in your arms you pat your thighs

•his eyebrows furrowed under his bangs

• “come onnn sit down, you know you want to” your eyebrows wiggled in a jokingly flirty way.

•he reluctantly sat down on your lap, waiting for you to push him off for his weight or the odd role reversal dynamic happening

• “why am I sitting on your lap?”

•”you’ll see, now scoot closer to me and sit up tall”

•his ears felt like they were on fire when his chest was against yours and he was now towering over you again.

•did he save a planet in his previous life??

•you looked up at him and stared in his eyes adoringly, your hands reached for his wrists and pushed them behind his back gently.

•“relax and breathe in”

•”wait, what- why-”

CRACK

•you pushed back on his arms with hard pressure and you cracked his entire back.

•he let out a loud high pitched moan at this sudden relief that you could’ve sworn you’ve heard on an adult video eli showed you

•his pale face turned bright red and he quickly hid his face in the crook of your neck

•“let’s never speak of this please”

•your hand reach up to his back and you rubbed circles in hopes he would face you again

• “you’re gonna have to look at me to make me promise you that, pretty boy”

•this touch starved boy refused to let you go the rest of the night

NSFW~

•oh boy, after he gets a taste of sitting on your lap he refuses to sit anywhere else when you’re both alone

•something about the way you pull him down to kiss him when he’s sat on you

•and when your cold hands start roaming and slide under his shirt and on his feminine-like waist

•ooh and he loves when you squeeze his thighs when you get riled up from his tongue teasing yours

•seriously how many planets did he save in his previous life because he’s in heaven

•he pops a boner when he eats a good slice of pizza so this- yeah he’s creaming his pants when you two get intimate like this

•this time however you try something a little different~~

• “why do I have to sit in front of a mirror like this, do you have some weird fetish with seeing me insecure?”

•you simply asked him to sit on your lap facing away from him in front of the mirror pantsless, this wasn’t anything crazy you were asking right??

• “trust me, you’re gonna enjoy this, also I don’t have a fetish for you insecure I have a fetish for you being humiliated by me”

•he gulped at your hands spreading his legs for him

•you were always extra handsy when he sat on your lap

•actually you’re always handsy

•but now you’re able to run your hands softly in his inner thighs, over the hot skin on his flat tummy under his shirt that you couldn’t convince him to take off in front of the mirror

•your cold fingertips ghosted over his perked nipples in hopes that you’d get some sort of reaction from him

•and that you did

•his dick visibly twitched in his boxers at your light touch and he let out a soft gasp

•you both looked at each other in the mirror with a shocked expression

•”fuck..do that again…please?”

•this time your index fingers flick up and down rapidly against the perked buds

•he throws his head back against your shoulder and every once in a while he bucks his hips in the air for some relief

•your hand reaches up to the back of his head and you push his head forward so he looks straight ahead in the mirror

•his hair is messy from thrashing around, his foggy glasses barely balancing on the tip of his nose, and his eyes were hooded, begging for relief.

• “keep your eyes open on the mirror, if you look away or close your eyes i’ll stop, deal?”

•he wants to argue but the pain between his legs is stronger than his insecurities right now so he agrees.

•when you finally give in and start jerking him off he feels euphoric

•his tip leaks another pearl of precum when your other hand starts toying with his nipple simultaneously with the fast pace you have on his dick.

• the poor touch starved boy is overstimulated with all this sudden affection

•one hand flicking his nipple, the other toying with his leaky tip, and you wrapped around him like a python around its prey

•it’s even more erotic and humiliating that you’re making him watch himself in his current euphoric state, whispering dirty words in his ear about how slutty he looks and how if any of his friends walked in he’d look so pathetic

•he could have taken his glasses off if he didn’t want to see but something in him wanted to see everything going on, wanted to see you slutting him out

•he doesn’t last long and he’s soon curling his toes and letting out a long drawn out moan as ribbons of cum shoot on his shirt

•once he recovers and his glasses clear up again he sits up and you pull his head back to attach your lips to his in a long kiss

#paul dano #klitz x reader #the girl next door #klitz the girl next door #klitz x gn! reader #klitz x male reader #klitz x female reader #sub!klitz #edward nashton #dom!reader #klitz headcanon #klitz imagine

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candied-heartss · 11 months

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𝐖𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒

(ᵗʰᵉ ʳⁱᵈᵈˡᵉʳ ˣ ᶠᵉᵐ! ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ)

𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇: 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗂𝖽𝖽𝗅𝖾𝗋 𝗄𝗂𝖽𝗇𝖺𝗉𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗆 𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗂𝗅, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋..

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: 18+ (𝗠𝗗𝗡𝗜), 𝗸𝗶𝗱𝗻𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗮 𝘁𝗮𝗱 𝗯𝗶𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗱𝘂𝗯𝗰𝗼𝗻, 𝗸𝗻𝗶𝗳𝗲𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆, 𝗱𝗲𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻, 𝘀𝗹𝘂𝘁𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗯𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗮𝗴𝗲, 𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗲𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗹 𝘀𝗲𝘅 (𝗺 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗲𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴), 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴

You slowly regained consciousness, eyes blinking once, twice, three times before finally opening up fully to look around your area. You were in an unknown person's room, laying on a grimy mattress on the even dirtier floor with your hands bound behind your back with duct tape, with your mouth being restrained with more of the silver adhesive.

"Oh good," a deep voice crooned, "you're awake. I thought I would have to slap you awake myself, but you made my job so much easier for me."

Your eyes widen in terror and shock as you scramble to sit up, using your legs as guidance. Beneath the makeshift gag, you whimper anxiously as the man clad in a green army jacket with a question mark crudely painted onto its surface, heavy trousers with even heavier boots, and a mask that covered his whole face, save for his eyes, which were protected by clear-framed glasses.

You whine again in fear, looking up at the man, trying to back away, but he comes closer, bending down to look at you. Only then, did it dawn on you how tall he was and how it made you feel small yourself, even though you were of average height.

"Oh, look at you. You're scared, aren't you?" He observed, reaching out a gloved hand and brushing your hair away from your face. You attempted to move away from his touch only for him to harshly grip your jaw.

"Eyes up here, baby." He ordered, making you look up at him with the fear still lingering in your eyes.

He smiled at your almost instant submission, "There we go. That's a good girl. We can't have you misbehaving now, can we?"

You slowly nodded, deciding the best way not to make this man snap is to just play along.

"You're probably wondering why you're here, don't you?" he asked, stroking your cheek and looking into your eyes deeply, almost penetrating your soul with his gaze alone. You nod again and he chuckles as if this whole ordeal was highly amusing to him.

"Well, it all starts with your dear father, the one who works for the city council. It was he and his other lackeys that have been a part of the reason why this city remains the cesspool of corruption that it always has been. They've been accepting bribes from Carmine Falcone's men, all so they could fill their appetite for greed."

Your eyes widen at the man's words. No, no. This couldn't be true. Your father, your honest, caring father, collecting money from Falcone's operation? It just didn't seem right. You let out a shocked cry at his words, only to quickly shush you, cooing in your ear.

"Oh, I know, sweetheart. This must be so hard for your dumb, little brain to comprehend, but your father is not the man that you believe him to be. Your father is just like every other politician in this hellhole of a city. They all promise that change will come, a ploy to get the masses to flock to them like a herd of sheep, only to break them down, and strip them of their faith in them, all so that they can feed into the corrupt system that they created."

You shake your head, tears beginning to form in your eyes. "Please, please don't let that be true. My father is a good man... he would never do this." you thought to yourself as you looked back at him.

The man then chuckled, "But that's alright, because now that I have you..." His gloved hand went to caress your cheek, "they'll be sure to listen to the people and change their ways of exerting their power over the people."

You flinch when he comes closer to you, practically grazing your lips with his mask as he seemingly gets an idea.

"In fact, I think that I'll just keep you for now. Maybe, I'll even use you for something very special..."

You shivered at his words, wondering what he meant when he finally ripped the tape off from your lips, making you hiss in pain from the adhesive sticking to the sensitive skin. He then flips you over, so that you're in a kneeling position on your arms and legs before swiftly pulling out a thin pocket knife and dragging along the bare skin that was not covered up by the soft, cottin fabric of your underwear.

Before you can react, he swiftly swipes the knife across the fabric and seamlessly cutting it from your body, leaving you completely bare. You gasp at the cold air meeting the your hot skin and instinctively clenching your thighs together, only for him to push them back open and letting your bare cunt be exposed to him.

You cannot see him, but you can hear as he sighs in contentment, slowly reaching out and swiping a finger through your soaked folds, making you choke on your breath, before he pulls away and examines it as it glistens and drips down the padding of his gloves.

"God... Just look at that... I haven't even fucked you yet and you're already dripping. What a needy little whore you are." He chided, letting his fingers go back to your slit, but this time instead of collecting your juices, he sinks his thick fingers inside of you, making you whine at the burning stretch, having never taken anything larger than your own two fingers.

"Aww, what's the matter, sweetie? Does it hurt?" He asked her, his tone dripping with callous condescension as he speaks. When you nod, telling him how uncomfortable it feels, he simply laughs and continues to thrust his fingers in and out of you, enjoying the obscenely wet, sticky sound your juices make as it echoes through the room as your whines and moans grow louder.

He laughed again, pressing his fingers deeper inside of you and hitting that nerve within you that has you nearly screaming, keening into the mattress and bucking your hips wildly into his hand.

He sighs as his fingers to thrust harder inside of you, "C'mon baby, you've got this. You're doing so well, taking it like such a good girl for me. I think you deserve to come, don't you?" You nod frantically and whine, pushing your hips back into his hand.

You were so close, teetering on the edge of your orgasm when he pulled his fingers out of your sopping cunt, making you cry out in frustration. He merely smiles and begins to unzip his pants far enough to bring his cock out, running the head along your folds, soaking it in your juices.

"I'm going to have my way with you now, and if you struggle, I'll take my knife and cut you, piece by piece." He threatened before finally sliding inside of you in one, swift motion.

You hang your head low and sharply cried out at the feeling of his cock entering you, your walls immediately clenching around him and making him groan in pleasure. He doesn't give enough time to adjust before he begins thrusting into you, his pace wild and erratic.

"Fuck," he groans, grabbing you by the hair and pulling you up, so that your back touches his chest before he wraps a gloved hand around your throat and begins to squeeze, making you gasp for air and your walls to clench around his cock, his impending release starting to build up.

"Please," you whined, panting heavily as he continued to fuck you, "I think 'm gonna come... please let me come, sir."

He smiles underneath the masks and speaks, stroking your cheek again, "Why should I? Have you earned it?" You nod in desperation, practically begging him to let you come.

"Please, please, please, sir... 've been such a good girl for you, please lemme come for you." you practically sob as your walls continue to clench around him, your orgasm impending fast.

He then laughs and reaches down to rub your sensitive clit with his thumb, the latex of his gloves brushing up deliciously against your bundle of nerves, making you sob harder, "It's okay, baby... You've been so good for me, go on, let it go.."

At his words, you finally fall over the edge and your body tenses up as you let out a strained cry, your walls gripping his cock tightly, like a vice. He hisses at the feeling and quickly pulls out and flipping you over and situating you on your knees, gripping at his cock before forcing your mouth open and sliding it down your throat.

"Now, be a good little whore and suck my cock." He instructs, throwing his head back in ecstasy and groaning when he feels you begin to suck on him, taking him as far as your mouth would let him.

As he continues to thrust harshly into your mouth, he groans and grips your hair tightly, hitting the back of your throat and making you gag.

"Fuck, I'm going to come down your slutty little throat, sweetheart." He speaks to you mindlessly, before his abdomen tenses, his eyes roll back and he lets out a loud groan as he comes down your throat. He then looks down and slowly pulls out, letting some of his cum drip down your lips and onto your bare chest.

He then pulls away and grabs his Polaroid camera from a nearby table, looking down and pointing the lense at you, "Stick out your tongue, whore."

You obliged and slowly stick extend your tongue out for the camera before it goes off with a flash, capturing your face, dripping with his cum.

"God, you're the prettiest little slut in all of Gotham, baby."

#paul dano #the batman #the riddler smut #the riddler x reader #danonation #edward nigma x reader #edward nashton #edward nygma #calvin weir fields #joby taylor #klitz x reader #percy dolarhyde #jay okja #danocel #danonator

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danosrosegarden · 7 months

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tipping point - timothy klitz x gn!reader headcanons (NSFW) ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆

{kinktober: day three. prompt: overstim. 🎃}

{contains: male masturbation, overstimulation (male receiving), and a quick consent check-in.}

☽ There never was a point in the process where Klitz became numb to the pleasure. His legs were always quivering. His cheeks were always painted a harsh, broiling, rosy pink. High-pitched whimpers poured from the slits of his gritted teeth at a constant rate.

☽ Could anyone blame you for the way you circled a finger around his sensitive tip and watched his breath hitch? Could anyone be upset with the way you'd squeeze his shaft and pump him with a loose hand at an agonizing snail's pace? C'mooon, he was so much fun to toy with!

☽ It was challenging work, stifling your laughter as his hips bucked and his thin glasses slipped down the curve of his nose. Poor baby probably thought the delicious torture was over when you let him spill all over your hand. In fact, the games were just beginning.

☽ His body took a second to register that your hand was still jerking up and down, one tightening its grip and the other petting his trembling thigh. "Hmm, fuck, are you...are you gonna s-stop?"

☽ "But you're so pretty like this, Klitzy! C'mon, you can take it. Be good for me and take it."

☽ He's squirming around in your lap, his convulsing body struggling to both fight you and sink into the burning bliss washing over his gut. You leaned in close to his ear and whispered to him, your pumping hand slowing to a halt. "If you want to stop, we stop. Just tell me."

☽ He bites down on his chapped lip for a moment before shaking his head. "No, no...I want it...m-more, please." Your lips climb into a twisted smile as you continue. "There's my boy."

☽ And he really is such a good, good boy for you, hissing through the blazing shoots of pain-injected pleasure like a champ. You can see how wildly his legs are quaking and how quickly his chest rises and falls, yet you refuse to let up. His pounding heart is just gonna learn to take it.

☽ Though it was a blast to watch how flushed both his face and his dripping cock would get, it wasn't about making him suffer or being cruel...no, not really. It was all about that tipping point where overwhelming stimulation morphed into drunk euphoria, where the choked groans twisted into ecstasy-fueled whines. He truly was gorgeous when he was so vulnerable.

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cannedbeefaroni · 10 months

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The Birds and the Bees: Part 2 (Timothy Klitz X Reader) (SMUT MDNI)

Part 1

Content: Friends to lovers, oral sex, P in V sex, bullshit emotional lovey dovy best friend sex, size kink, Klitz has a monster cock,

Y/N is referred to in second person as you/yours, but is referred to with feminine terminology, and is written to have AFAB genitalia.

That walk to his apartment was only a few blocks, but it felt like it would never end. It was eerily quiet, and you had no idea what to say. Whenever you’d stop at a crosswalk with him, you’d look over to see him smiling at you. He was cute, but you felt uneasy. A few times he’d ask if you were okay, and you’d respond that you were tired. You couldn’t admit that stumbling with your childhood friend to his apartment in the middle of the night felt grotesque. As you were let into his apartment it felt like you left reality. The small interior looked blurry as the warm ceiling light was flicked on. Light bounced off the white walls like a haze, and you felt

Nothing but confusion. You stood motionless as Klitz started opening up the sofa bed. He was clumsy as he tripped over several objects scattered across the floor.

“Sorry, it’s not really comfortable,” he said as he laid out the blanket across the bed.

“No, it’s fine. Thank you,” you answered shyly.

“Should I leave you alone and let you sleep now or…?”

You nervously grabbed the skirt of your dress as you said, “could you please stay?” He stared back at you before nodding. He sat on the edge of the bed and patted the spot next to him for you to take a seat. Your ass sunk into the overly soft mattress and hit the bottom of it. You didn’t even think before leaning your body against his, resting your head on his shoulder. At this point you were sobering up, but your tiredness contributed to how touchy you felt. Klitz’s wobbling hand went around your back, and in an unexpected move, he kissed the top of your head. You sighed, “I really missed you.”

“I missed you too. I always liked you a lot, and I still do,” his other arm wrapped around you as he pulled you into a tight hug. Your head being flush against his chest, you could feel his increasing heartbeat. As your arms snaked around his back, you were quickly losing restraint. You knew you wanted to fuck him, but you didn’t want to hook up with him. Your mind and body were completely at odds, and that only made your wanting worse. Klitz could tell that something was on your mind, and asked, “you okay?”

“You wanna know something funny?” you laugh nervously. Klitz responded “hm?” before you continued. “That one time I went to your house– the only time– I got so flustered that we were alone together. I actually failed that test we were studying for, because that entire time I was thinking about fucking you.” You continued laughing but stopped when you felt Klitz suddenly gasping. You pulled away from his embrace and looked up at him, seeing his burning hot face.

“You’re joking, right?” he said breathlessly.

“Why would I joke about that? Fuck, why did I say that?”

“W-why did you feel that way about me?” he exhaled shakily.

“Because I wanted to just… be your girlfriend! And do all the things boyfriends and girlfriends do!” Your head was turned to the side as you couldn’t handle this amount of bashfulness. “I’m sorry, that was weird,” you hung your head, then you felt his hand rest on yours.

“I mean… that’s what I wanted too,” he whispered. “It doesn’t bother me at all,” his thumb caressed your hand, “I just never thought you wanted the same.” You looked down at his hand on yours, feeling overwhelmed. He took a deep breath then asked, “would you want to go out with me?” His face was getting closer, and when you noticed you began leaning in as well.

You nodded as you looked into his eyes, and his hands were reaching to the sides of your neck. He ever so gently pulled you into a kiss. The moment your lips touched, you exhaled a sigh of relief. Your tense body relaxed as it leaned against his. His hands were innocently cupping your cheeks. They almost completely enveloped your face. Your puckered lips went in and out of the kiss, each time lasting longer. You began crawling into his lap, and he made a strained whimpering noise.

“I-I don’t think we should go too fast,” he pulled away from the kiss, but rested his hands on your waist, accidentally exciting you even more.

“I don’t think so either but… please?” you begged. “I wanna do it so bad, but at the same time I don’t wanna just be a hookup to you.”

“No no no, I’d never think that low of you,” he responded hastily. “You’re a beautiful girl, and I want to treat you right. I want to make it special for you, y’know, like take you on a proper date.”

You whined in response, “aw, Klitz… that’s sweet but…” you bit your lip before you could spit it out. “I’m so horny, I can’t take it,” you whispered, “all night, all I could think about was fucking you. I’m really sorry. I feel like I’m going crazy. I just-” you couldn’t think of what more to say.

“-I wanna do it too,” he cut you off, “whatever you want, I’ll do it. I wont think less of you. I want to make love to you,” he smiled gently. You rested your head on his shoulder as you wrapped your arms around his back. You kissed him again eagerly, and he reciprocated with the same amount of passion. His grip on your waist tightened, making you whimper. You moved up on his lap, trying to feel his dick. In hearing his moans, you began rutting your hips into him. You kissed his neck as he stuttered weakly. You were determined to leave marks on his pale skin, so you bit down and sucked, hearing his voice hitch as he whimpered.

“You’re so cute Klitzy,” you teased as your mouth dragged along his skin.

“Don’t call me that,” he chuckled, followed up with a whine as you continued to lick and kiss his neck. He couldn’t keep his composure around you, but especially now he was unraveling.

“But you’re too cute not to,” you moaned as you left sloppy kisses on his cheek. You then pushed your tongue into his mouth. His dick twitched underneath you as he thrusted against you, tightly gripping your waist down against him. You cried out in pleasure. It almost seemed like he wanted this even more than you did. Your hands moved down his chest to the bottom of his shirt to pull it off. He raised his arms to let you take it off and throw it to the side. You grabbed his wrists and held them to your chest. “Take mine off too,” you whispered. You threw off your sweater, allowing his shaking hands to pull the bottom of your dress all the way up slowly, revealing your panties, then bra. He gasped quietly at the sight of your body, staring at you with adoring wide eyes. His hands were already on your hips. His fingers twitched as he swallowed thickly. “You can touch me however you want,” you said.

“Are you sure?” Klitz’s eyes were darting up and down. You’ve never seen his face so red.

“Mhm, you’re the only one I wanna do this with…” you whispered to him, staring into his eyes dreamily. Your hand gently grabbed his hand, and guided it up your body. “Do you want to?”

“Yes,” he sighed, almost in relief. His hands moved up your sides to cup your breasts. He gripped them firmly, making you whimper before he began fondling them. “Oh my god, you’re so beautiful,” he said softly as he stared at your chest in awe, admiring the weight of your breasts in his hands. He moaned just from the feeling of touching you, before bringing his face between them and licking the skin of your breast. His dick twitched under you as he kneaded your tits against his face. You pulled down your bra to reveal your nipples, allowing him to suck on one of them before you even got the chance to fully remove it. He moaned “thank you,” against your breast as he pulled you closer. His mouth hung open as his tongue licked around your nipple, then quickly descended his lips to your areola, sucking on it. His mouth was wide open as his teeth grazed your sensitive skin. His tongue moved in circles as needily sucked your tit. He looked like he was in heaven.

“Such a sweet boy…” you cooed at him, making him whine unexpectedly loudly in response. His cock was strained against his pants, and you could feel it. “Oh, you really like being submissive, don’t you?” You tease him. It was strange, you thought you knew everything about Klitz, but you were a little surprised at his submissiveness. He looked up at you, doe-eyed.

“Uh- uhm, is that okay?” his body was shaking as you leaned up against him.

“I like it a lot. I- I’ve kinda always fantasized about you being this,” you admitted while averting your eyes, feeling overwhelmed by how cute he looked. His face was bright red.

“Like what, exactly?” he asked nervously. His hands were still feeling your chest, lightly groping your soft skin.

“I often think about… you being all cute and submissive like this. I kinda want to dominate you,” you say in the most gentle way possible, hoping you don’t scare him away by asking for too much.

Klitz shutters at your words, almost shocked at what you’re asking for. “P-please, I want that,” he says quietly with a deep, gentle voice.

“Tell me what you want, baby,” you hold his face with your hands, making him look up at you. His eyes are wide with admiration, and he leans forward with wanting.

“Mmh, I want- I want to… eat you out… please,” he stuttered, completely embarrassed. His cheeks felt hot against your hands.

You chuckled, “I can do you one better,” you ushered him to lay on his back. He did as you told before awaiting your instruction. “You wanna sixty-nine?” your hand was caressing his chest ever so softly, as you felt it rise with him gasping at what you said.

“Yes- yes, please,” he begged eagerly.

“You want me to sit on your face? I wanna make a mess all over your pretty mouth,” you teased him, making him whimper sweetly. You gave him a kiss and giggled at what a flustered mess he’d become, before you slowly removed his glasses, and left them on the side table. This was the first time you had seen him without them, and his eyes looked bigger than usual. You gave him a quick kiss on the lips before climbing over him, positioning your ass over his face. You rested your body on his, and he moaned when he felt your tits pressed up against his bare stomach. He was eager to pull your panties down, exposing your wet pussy and ass right in front of his face. You took them all the way off to get them out of the way, and tossed them aside. Slowly, you start undoing his belt, then pants zipper. You pulled them down, exposing his bulge in his underwear. You were taken aback, because it seemed ridiculously huge. You pulled his underwear down finally, leaving his cock to spring out, nearly slapping against his stomach. You had to hold yourself back from gasping at its size. You weren’t just thinking this to flatter him, you genuinely have never seen a penis this big before.

“Is everything alright?” Klitz asked, able to tell you were thrown off about something.

“Yeah, I’m just a little shocked… seeing your dick after knowing you all these years.”

“Do you not like it?” he asked sadly.

“No! That's not it. I’m just- your dick is just really huge, man,” you tell him so he won’t think you’re putting him down, but you still felt insanely awkward admitting it.

“Oh,” he blushed deeply, “I guess it is… do you think I’ll be too big for you?” he asked in a whisper with concern.

“I’m not sure,” it was hard for you to think while looking at his massive dick. Imagining how the ridges of it would feel rubbing against your inner walls, and the girth of his dick perfectly hitting your g-spot. “-but I still wanna try.”

“We’ll take it slow, okay? I don’t wanna hurt you, so please tell me if it’s too much,” he said so sweetly, you wanted to cry.

“Thank you… is it bad that I feel a bit weird about us seeing each other like this? It’s not bad– it’s really good, actually– but it feels strange that I like seeing you naked so much,” you asked somewhat awkwardly.

He blushed intensely, looking down. “I… I get what you're saying. I never thought I’d get this close with you. Now that we’re getting naked together… It feels unreal,” he said shakily.

He was right. In your current state, it was difficult to tell if all of this was even real. Even though you had sobered up, your exhaustion made you feel loopy. You wanted to convince yourself it was a dream, so you could enjoy it to the fullest without worrying about the aftermath, but deep down you truly wanted this to be real. Your hand caressed his cheek, moving his face toward you so you could look into his eyes. He squinted at you, trying to see you clearly, making you feel bad for taking off his glasses earlier. “I feel like it’s too good to be true,” you say softly, “but I’m afraid an anvil will fall soon after…”

“I won’t let that happen. You’re not a hookup. You’re my friend. Nothing we do tonight will change that…” he reassured in a gentle tone.

You grin in delight at what he says, and he smiles back. “You’re right, Klitz. I’m glad we feel the same… so uh… should we pick up where we left off?” You change the subject with very little grace.

“Yes, please,” he responded immediately. You lowered yourself onto his face, allowing his lips to reach your pussy. His hands were quick to grab your ass, pulling you into the right position. He began to make out with your pussy, kissing your clit and swirling his tongue around it. He moaned against your pussy once you made contact with his cock, and you felt the vibration resonate throughout your body. While he worked on pleasuring you, you began licking the tip of his cock while you slowly stroked it. You pushed it into your mouth, feeling overwhelmed by its size. Your head began slowly bobbing up and down on his length, but you could only fit about less than half of it until it reached the back of your throat. It was heavy on your tongue as it dragged along the shaft, tasting like sweat. He was moaning viscerally against your body as you began sucking him off fast, making you whimper. His hips were thrusting into your mouth, fucking your throat. You were drooling on his cock with your eyes rolling back, letting him overstimulate all of your senses. He pulled you by your hips, making you put nearly all of your body weight on his face. His noises were guttural as he suffocated himself in your pussy and ass. He sucked on your pussy as you could feel his nose pushing against your entrance. Your squeals were muffled with his cock in your mouth. You began to ride his face, and he was nearly crying out in ecstasy. His tongue was buried in your pussy, licking around it and lapping up your fluids. He was making out with your pussy as he tightly gripped your ass. You pulled yourself off his dick to catch your breath, and he whined as your lips dragged up until they popped off.

Klitz pulled his face away from you, gasping for air. His hands were gripping the fat of your inner thighs, spreading them so he could stare at your dripping pussy. His thumb caressed the inner folds as he noticed how swollen and red your clit had become. He finally took notice of your heavy breath and shaking legs. “Are… you okay?” he asked sweetly.

“Yeah I just feel a little overwhelmed…” you choked out, finding it difficult to say. It was good, and you wanted to like it, but you felt a lump forming in your throat. Carefully, he held you by your waist and helped you crawl off of him, and turn around to face him once again. You were shocked to see his face, which was drenched and completely flushed. His hair was a complete mess, and he pushed it back completely, exposing his entire, usually obscured face. A pit in your stomach formed as you realized your perception of him has just completely changed.

“We can stop if you-”

“No!- no, I just need a breather,” you cut him off. You didn’t want to stop, and if your bodies permitted, you would go all night just to be with him as much as possible.

“Take all the time you need,” he brought his arms around you, wanting to pull you in close. You let him, and laid down in the spot next to him, laying your head on his shoulder with his arms wrapped around you. You turned your body towards him so you could look at him face-to-face. He smiled gently at you with warm, loving eyes. You smiled back, causing him to grin.

“This is nice… I like it better when I can see your face,” you whispered bashfully. Being so close to him, there was no need to speak any louder.

“Mhm, I love seeing your pretty face,” he whispered back, and it turned you on all over again. You threw your leg over his side, and pulled yourself as close as you could. Eagerly, you grabbed his face and began making out with him again. He pushed back, making him the one kissing you, and he desperately moved in and out of the kiss as he held you tightly. “Oh my god, you’re so perfect,” he whispered gruffly against your lips before going back into the kiss, moaning as his tongue penetrated past your lips. He made out with you feverishly as he started humping you. Your hips moved in sync with him, grinding your clit against the edge of his dick. You wanted to just lay there and hump him for hours. Just let him rub his cock against you desperately until the both of you pathetically cum all over each other over and over again. You felt yourself ready to finish already, just hearing his whiny moans and knowing how desperate he was for you. It didn’t take much longer for you to be squealing against his lips as your body twitched and shook against his. You were crying out his name as your pussy throbbed against his cock.

“Did I… did I make you cum?” he whispered breathlessly as you panted in his arms. You nodded, and you heard him gasp a little. “Oh wow…” he stared off dumbfoundedly as you began placing sweet kisses on his cheek.

“I- I wanna make you cum too,” you whined. You felt his heart rate increase and his arms shudder as he pressed his face into your hair.

“Please fuck me,” he begged, “I wanna be inside you.” In your desperate state, you immediately reached down to grab his dick, which was already up against your pussy. You lined it up with your entrance and tried your best to sink onto it, but you quickly realized how daunting the task was. You yelped as you felt yourself being stretched by his size, and he held you tightly in his arms as he pressed his cheek against yours. “You okay?” he asked, breathlessly. You replied with a soft ‘mhm,’ to which he responded, “just tell me if you want me to stop, okay, honey?” You squeal slightly at his sweetness, then again at his hips pressing his cock into you. He groaned into your ear as you eagerly let him in as deep as he pleased. He began thrusting shallowly, allowing you to adjust to the stretch.

“Mmh, please, deeper,” you whimpered, aching for more of him. He grabbed your hips, pushing you deeper onto him until he hit the back of your cervix. You dug your fingernails into his back as you cried from the sensation of being so full of him.

“Oh my god, oh my god- fuck, I won’t last, you’re squeezing so tight,” he moaned as his dick twitched inside of you. Your hips bucked onto him. You thought about the possibility of him coming inside accidentally, and deep down you wanted it to happen. Your better judgment figured it wouldn’t be a good thing. Your mind went numb when he began to pick up the pace. You wanted to cry at how overwhelmed you felt. All you could do was babble and moan against his ear as he rammed into you.

“Ah- ah- fuck, please- don’t stop,” you cried, then being met with Klitz’s lips being shoved into yours, making you swallow his moans with his tongue tasting yours. His hands grabbed your face, keeping you in the kiss. You arched your back, pushing your chest up against his, and allowing yourself to ride him.

“Fuck, I can’t, I’m gonna cum- you’re gonna make me cum,” he strained is voice, squeezing his eyes shut. He grabbed your hips firmly to make you stop, but you couldn’t help your pussy still throbbing and convulsing around him. You were trying to hold back your second orgasm, but ultimately failed the second he moved his hips again. You instantly clamped down on him, screaming in pleasure. He cried out, saying “shit shit shit shit,” as he pulled himself out as quickly as possible and came all over your stomach. You rode out your orgasms together, tightly embracing one another. The two of you laid silently, panting heavily together.

“Are you- are you okay?” he stuttered, caressing the back of your head.

You giggled softly, completely exhausted, “you were sooooo good Klitzy,” you dote over him, kissing his cheek. He giggled back in response, giving you a kiss on the lips.

“You’re amazing,” he whispered, cuddling you tightly. You felt yourself dozing off as his hand caressed your head. Any worry you had lingering in your mind earlier had disappeared, and the only thing in the world that mattered was him as you fell asleep to the feeling of his heartbeat.

Hours later you’re woken up by the loud, creaky apartment door swinging open. You freak out, remembering being naked, but you notice being under a blanket, with Klitz’s arm wrapped around you. Eli, who you’d forgotten about at this point, stumbled through the door before slamming it shut. He flicks the lights on, causing Klitz to wake up as well. In the light, you can now see how fucked up and terrible Eli looked.

“Hey guys, I’m just gonna crash here, don’t mind me,” he said before throwing his body onto the end of the sofa bed, but bouncing off and falling on the floor with a loud thud. He didn’t get up, and you assumed he had passed out.

Klitz sighed, “well, looks like we can move to the main bed.” The two of you got up, and he grabbed Eli by the under arms and threw him onto the sofa, seemingly not weighing much.

Part 1

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